“Haste hither, O my friends, and bring me aid. I stand alone, in dread of the approach Of swift Aeneas, who comes fiercely on, Powerful to slay, and in his prime of youth, The highest vigor of the human frame. Yet, were our years the same, that chief or I Would quickly triumph at the other’s cost.”

He spake, and all with one accord drew near And stood by him, with shields obliquely held Upon their shoulders. On the other side Aeneas cheered his comrades on. He fixed His look on Paris, and Deïphobus, And nobly born Agenor, who, like him, Were leaders of the Trojans. After these The soldiers followed, as the thronging flock Follow the ram that leads them to the fount From pasture, and the shepherd’s heart is pleased. So was Aeneas glad at heart to see The multitude of warriors following him.