Mankind, it seems, is made for you alone; We, but the slaves who mount you to the throne: A base ignoble crowd, without a name, Unwept, unworthy, of the fun’ral flame, By duty bound to forfeit each his life, That Turnus may possess a royal wife. Permit not, mighty man, so mean a crew Should share such triumphs, and detain from you The post of honour, your undoubted due. Rather alone your matchless force employ, To merit what alone you must enjoy.” These words, so full of malice mix’d with art, Inflam’d with rage the youthful hero’s heart. Then, groaning from the bottom of his breast, He heav’d for wind, and thus his wrath express’d: “You, Drances, never want a stream of words, Then, when the public need requires our swords. First in the council hall to steer the state, And ever foremost in a tongue-debate, While our strong walls secure us from the foe, Ere yet with blood our ditches overflow: But let the potent orator declaim, And with the brand of coward blot my name; Free leave is giv’n him, when his fatal hand Has cover’d with more corps the sanguine strand, And high as mine his tow’ring trophies stand. If any doubt remains, who dares the most, Let us decide it at the Trojan’s cost, And issue both abreast, where honour calls— (Foes are not far to seek without the walls) Unless his noisy tongue can only fight, And feet were giv’n him but to speed his flight. I beaten from the field? I forc’d away? Who, but so known a dastard, dares to say? Had he but ev’n beheld the fight, his eyes Had witness’d for me what his tongue denies: What heaps of Trojans by this hand were slain, And how the bloody Tiber swell’d the main. All saw, but he, th’ Arcadian troops retire In scatter’d squadrons, and their prince expire. The giant brothers, in their camp, have found, I was not forc’d with ease to quit my ground. Not such the Trojans tried me, when, inclos’d, I singly their united arms oppos’d: First forc’d an entrance thro’ their thick array; Then, glutted with their slaughter, freed my way. ’Tis a destructive war? So let it be, But to the Phrygian pirate, and to thee! Meantime proceed to fill the people’s ears With false reports, their minds with panic fears: Extol the strength of a twice-conquer’d race; Our foes encourage, and our friends debase. Believe thy fables, and the Trojan town Triumphant stands; the Grecians are o’erthrown; Suppliant at Hector’s feet Achilles lies, And Diomede from fierce Aeneas flies. Say rapid Aufidus with awful dread Runs backward from the sea, and hides his head, When the great Trojan on his bank appears; For that’s as true as thy dissembled fears Of my revenge.