course. But bold Turnus’ confidence felt no check;
no, his words are ready to encourage and upbraid: “It
is at the Trojans that these portents point: Jove himself 35
has robbed them of their wonted resource; they wait not
for Rutulian fire and sword to do the work. Yes, the sea
is impassable to the Teucrians; hope of flight have they
none; one half of nature is taken from them; as for earth,
it is in our hands, thanks to the thousands here standing in
arms, the tribes of Italy. I care not for the fateful utterances
of heaven that these Phrygians vaunt, be they