To AEneas go, And take these gifts.

Once, hand to hand, we bore The shock of battle; to my cost I know How to his shield he towers, the whirlwind of his throw.
XXXVII.

"'Had Ida's land two others borne as great, To Argos Dardanus had found his way, And Greece were mourning now a different fate.
The stubborn siege, the conquerors kept at bay, For ten whole years, the triumph's long delay Were his and Hector's doing, each in might Renowned, and each the foremost in the fray, AEneas first in piety.

Go, plight What peace ye may, but shun to meet him in the fight.' XXXVIII.

"Thou hast, great king, the answer of the king, And this, his sentence on the war." So they, And diverse murmurs in the crowd upspring; As when big rocks a rushing torrent stay, The prisoned waters, chafing with delay, Boil, and the banks in many a foaming crest Fling back with echoes the tumultuous spray.
Now from his throne, their murmurs laid to rest, The King, first offering prayer, his listening folk addressed: XXXIX.