1 So their spirit is heightened to fury.
2 So all Etruria hath risen in righteous fury, and in immediate battle claim their king for punishment.
3 Volscens is mad with rage, and nowhere espies the sender of the weapon, nor where to direct his fury.
4 Rouse thy winds to fury, and overwhelm their sinking vessels, or drive them asunder and strew ocean with their bodies.
5 The fury of Scylla and the roaring recesses of her crags you have been anigh; the rocks of the Cyclops you have trodden.
6 Rumour flies abroad; and the matrons, their breasts kindled by the furies, run all at once with a single ardour to seek out strange dwellings.
7 But him Orestes, aflame with passionate desire for his stolen bride, and driven by the furies of crime, catches unguarded and murders at his ancestral altars.
8 Then the son of Saturn, compeller of the ocean deep, uttered thus: 'It is wholly right, O Cytherean, that thy trust should be in my realm, whence thou drawest birth; and I have deserved it: often have I allayed the rage and full fury of sky and sea.'
9 Here indeed the battle is fiercest, as if all the rest of the fighting were nowhere, and no slaughter but here throughout the city, so do we descry the war in full fury, the Grecians rushing on the building, and their shielded column driving up against the beleaguered threshold.
10 The passion of the sword rages high, the accursed fury of war, and wrath over all: even as when flaming sticks are heaped roaring loud under the sides of a seething cauldron, and the boiling water leaps up; the river of water within smokes furiously and swells high in overflowing foam, and now the wave contains itself no longer; the dark steam flies aloft.