"O shame ye not, Rutulian men, to offer up one soul For all your warriors? lack we aught in might or muster-roll 230 To match them? Here is all they have--Trojans, Arcadian peers, And that Etruscan Turnus' bane, the fateful band of spears: Why, if we meet, each second man shall scantly find a foe. And now their king, upborne by fame, unto the Gods shall go, Upon whose shrines he vows himself; his name shall live in tale. But we shall lose our fatherland and 'neath proud lords shall fail, E'en those that sit there heavy-slow upon our fields today." So with such words she lit the hearts of all that young array; Yet more and more a murmur creeps about the ranks of men; Changed even are Laurentine folk; changed are the Latins then; 240 They who had hoped that rest from fight and peaceful days were won, Are now but fain of battle-gear, and wish the troth undone, For ruth that such a cruel fate on Turnus' head should fall. But unto these a greater thing Jaturna adds withal, A sign from heaven; and nought so much stirred Italy that day, As this whose prodigy beguiled men's hearts to go astray: For now the yellow bird of Jove amid the ruddy light Was chasing of the river-fowl, and drave in hurried flight The noisy throng; when suddenly down to the waves he ran, And caught in greedy hookèd claws a goodly-bodied swan: 250 Uprose the hearts of Italy, for all the fowl cry out, And, wonderful for eyes to see, from fleeing turn about, Darken the air with cloud of wings, and fall upon the foe; Till he, oppressed by might of them and by his prey held low, Gives way, and casts the quarry down from out his hookéd claws Into the river, and aback to inner cloud-land draws. Then to the sign the Rutuli shout greeting with one breath, And spread their hands abroad; but first the seer Tolumnius saith: "This, this is that, which still my prayers sought oft and o'er again. I take the sign, I know the God! to arms with me, O men! 260 Poor people, whom the stranger-thief hath terrified with war. E'en like these feeble fowl; who wastes the acres of your shore, Yet shall he fly, and give his sails unto the outer sea: But ye, your ranks with heart and mind now serry manfully, And ward your ravished King and Duke with all your battle-world!"