Clausus, a host in himself, led a great host Of Sabine blood; the Claudian tribe at Rome Of Sabine origin owes to him its name. His followers came from many cities, Cures, Eretum, Amiternum, and Mutusca, Renowned for olives, Tetrica, Nomentum, Velinus’ countryside and Mount Severus, Casperia and Foruli; many rivers Had served their thirst, the Fabaris, the Tiber, Himella’s stream, chill Nursia, and Allia, A name of evil omen: they came like waves Rolling to Africa’s coast when fierce Orion Sinks in the wintry ocean, as thick as grain Turned brown in early summer on Hermus’ plain Or Lydia’s yellow acres. The earth trembles Under their feet; the shields clang on their shoulders. And there was Agamemnon’s son, Halaesus, A hater of the Trojan name; for Turnus He yoked his steeds, he brought a thousand peoples, Men who hoe Massic vineyards, men from hills, Men from the plains; men from Volturnus’ river, Men from the town of Cales; Oscan people, Saticulan hosts. Their weapon is the javelin, Wound with the whiplash; an old-fashioned shield Covers their left; for work, close-in, they carry Sharp-bladed scimitars. And Oebalus Was with him, son of Telon and Sebethis, Born by that nymph when Telon, old, was ruling Over Capri, a realm his son extended Over Sarrastrian tribes, over the plainland, The Sarnus waters; Batulum, Celemna, Rufrae, were all his towns, and high Abella, Rich in its apple-trees. These warriors carried Some kind of German dart; they used for headgear Bark of the cork-tree: shields and swords were bronze. From Nersae Ufens came, a man distinguished In arms and reputation; his tribe were huntsmen, Farmers, after a fashion; they wore their armor Even when ploughing. Rugged soil they lived on; They loved to raid and live on what they raided. Archippus, the Marruvians’ king, had sent A warrior-priest, Umbro, renowned in courage. His helmet carried olive leaves; he knew The arts of charming serpents and of healing Their venomous wounds; he had no magic, later, Against the Trojan spear-point, and the herbs, Gathered on Marsian hills, availed him little In days of war; his native groves and waters Mourned his untimely death.