1 Then I bid my comrades take up arms, and proclaim war on the accursed race.
2 So speaks he, and his Rutulians draw back from a level space at his bidding.
3 Thou, Volusus,' he cries, 'bid the Volscian battalions arm, and lead out the Rutulians.
4 Not to these shores did the god at Delos counsel thee, or Apollo bid thee find rest in Crete.
5 Even then Cassandra opens her lips to the coming doom, lips at a god's bidding never believed by the Trojans.
6 So says he, and himself bids all the crowding throng withdraw from the long racecourse and leave the lists free.
7 Aeolus thus returned: 'Thine, O queen, the task to search whereto thou hast desire; for me it is right to do thy bidding.'
8 Then I bid leave the harbour and sit down at the thwarts; emulously my comrades strike the water, and sweep through the seas.
9 Thus speaks she to Aeneas; nor do they delay to do her sacred bidding; and the priestess calls the Teucrians into the lofty shrine.
10 So, though shame and wrath beckon them on to battle, they yet bar the gates and do his bidding, and await the foe armed and in shelter of the towers.
11 Up and arise, and ere the coming of the Dawn bid thy crews be called to arms; and take thou the shield which the Lord of Fire forged for victory and rimmed about with gold.
12 At once he does his bidding; at once, for a god willed it, the Phoenicians allay their haughty temper; the queen above all takes to herself grace and compassion towards the Teucrians.
13 Scarcely had the first summer set in, when lord Anchises bids us spread our sails to fortune, and weeping I leave the shores and havens of my country, and the plains where once was Troy.
14 But my comrades' blood froze chill with sudden affright; their spirits fell; and no longer with arms, nay with vows and prayers they bid me entreat favour, whether these be goddesses, or winged things ill-ominous and foul.
15 But Capys and they whose mind was of better counsel, bid us either hurl sheer into the sea the guileful and sinister gift of Greece, or heap flames beneath to consume it, or pierce and explore the hollow hiding-place of its womb.
16 My father counsels to remeasure the sea and go again to Phoebus in his Ortygian oracle, to pray for grace and ask what issue he ordains to our exhausted state; whence he bids us search for aid to our woes, whither bend our course.
17 Here mothers and their sons' unhappy brides, here beloved sisters sad-hearted and orphaned boys curse the disastrous war and Turnus' bridal, and bid him his own self arm and decide the issue with the sword, since he claims for himself the first rank and the lordship of Italy.
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