feet of distance from death, inspires with courage. Why, 15
did they not see their city of Troy sink into the fire, though
built by the hand of Neptune? But you, my chosen
mates, who is there ready to hew down the rampart and
rush with me on their bewildered camp? I need not the
arms of Vulcan nor a thousand sail for my Trojan war. 20
Let all Etruria join them in a body. Night alarms, cowardly
thefts of their guardian image, slaughterings of the
sentry on the height, they need fear none of these; we will
not skulk in a horse’s murky womb: in broad day, in the