All, clad in skins of beasts, the javelin bear, } Give to the wanton winds their flowing hair, } And shrieks and shoutings rend the suffering air. } The queen herself, inspired with rage divine, Shook high above her head a flaming pine, Then rolled her hagard eyes around the throng, And sung, in Turnus' name, the nuptial song:-- "Iö! ye Latian dames, if any here Hold your unhappy queen, Amata, dear; If there be here," she said, "who dare maintain My right, nor think the name of mother vain; Unbind your fillets, loose your flowing hair, And orgies and nocturnal rites prepare." Amata's breast the Fury thus invades, And fires with rage, amid the sylvan shades. Then, when she found her venom spread so far, The royal house embroiled in civil war, Raised on her dusky wings, she cleaves the skies, And seeks the palace where young Turnus lies. His town, as Fame reports, was built of old By Danaë, pregnant with almighty gold, Who fled her father's rage, and, with a train } Of following Argives, through the stormy main, } Driven by the southern blasts, was fated here to reign. } 'Twas Ardua once: now Ardea's name it bears; Once a fair city, now consumed with years; Here, in his lofty palace, Turnus lay, Betwixt the confines of the night and day, Secure in sleep.--The Fury laid aside } Her looks and limbs, and with new methods tried } The foulness of the infernal form to hide. } Propped on a staff, she takes a trembling mien: Her face is furrowed, and her front obscene; Deep-dinted wrinkles on her cheek she draws; Sunk are her eyes, and toothless are her jaws; Her hoary hair with holy fillets bound, Her temples with an olive wreath are crowned. Old Chalybe, who kept the sacred fane } Of Juno, now she seemed, and thus began, } Appearing in a dream, to rouse the careless man:-- } "Shall Turnus then such endless toil sustain In fighting fields, and conquer towns in vain? Win, for a Trojan head to wear the prize, Usurp thy crown, enjoy thy victories? The bride and sceptre, which thy blood has bought, The king transfers; and foreign heirs are sought. Go now, deluded man, and seek again New toils, new dangers, on the dusty plain! Repel the Tuscan foes; their city seize; Protect the Latians in luxurious ease! This dream all-powerful Juno sends; I bear Her mighty mandates, and her words you hear. Haste! arm your Ardeans; issue to the plain; With faith to friend, assault the Trojan train: Their thoughtless chiefs, their painted ships, that lie In Tyber's mouth, with fire and sword destroy. The Latian king, unless he shall submit, Own his old promise, and his new forget-- Let him, in arms, the power of Turnus prove, And learn to fear whom he disdains to love.