a stripling whose unrazored cheeks just showed the first
bloom of youth. Theirs was a common love: side by side
they wont[266] to rush into the battle: and even then they were
keeping watch at the gate in joint duty. Nisus exclaims: 20
“Is it the gods, Euryalus, that make men’s hearts glow
thus? or does each one’s ungoverned yearning become his
god? My heart has long been astir to rush on war or
other mighty deed, nor will peaceful quiet content it.
You see the Rutulians there, delivered up to confidence 25
in the future: their line of lights gleams brokenly: unnerved