1 Here was her armour, here her chariot; even now, if fate permit, the goddess strives to nurture it for queen of the nations.
2 For he saw, how warring round the Trojan citadel here the Greeks fled, the men of Troy hard on their rear; here the Phrygians, plumed Achilles in his chariot pressing their flight.
3 Hence came our Lady, haunter of Cybele, the Corybantic cymbals and the grove of Ida; hence the rites of inviolate secrecy, and the lions yoked under the chariot of their mistress.
4 Then their lord yokes his wild horses with gold and fastens the foaming bits, and letting all the reins run slack in his hand, flies lightly in his sea-coloured chariot over the ocean surface.
5 He shall drive his conquering chariot to the Capitoline height triumphant over Corinth, glorious in Achaean slaughter.
6 After them beautiful Aventinus, born of beautiful Hercules, displays on the sward his palm-crowned chariot and victorious horses, and carries on his shield his father's device, the hundred snakes of the Hydra's serpent-wreath.
7 Whence also hoofed horses are kept away from Trivia's temple and consecrated groves, because, affrighted at the portents of the sea, they overset the chariot and flung him out upon the shore.
8 Then Pallas pierces Rhoeteus as he flies past in his chariot.
9 Meanwhile Turnus' gracious sister bids him take Lausus' room, and his fleet chariot parts the ranks.
10 Turnus leaps from his chariot and prepares to close with him.
11 Likewise they lead forth the chariot bathed in Rutulian blood; behind goes weeping Aethon the war-horse, his trappings laid away, and big drops wet his face.
12 Then some fling on the fire Latin spoils stripped from the slain, helmets and shapely swords, bridles and glowing chariot wheels; others familiar gifts, the very shields and luckless weapons of the dead.
13 At once he calls for his horses and armour, and with a bound leaps proudly into his chariot and handles the reins.
14 He darts on, dealing many a brave man's body to death; many an one he rolls half-slain, or crushes whole files under his chariot, or seizes and showers spears on the fugitives.
15 Phegeus brooked not his proud approach; he faced the chariot, and caught and twisted away in his right hand the mouths of his horses, spurred into speed and foaming on the bit.