Charr'd stakes and oak-staves stout Serve them for swords.

Forth rush they, one and all, Fir'd by Camilla's deeds, to save the town or fall.
CXII.

Meanwhile to Turnus, in the woods afar, Came Acca, and the bitter news made plain, And told the chief the tumult of the war,-- The panic and the rout--the Volscian train Swept from the battle, and Camilla slain.
The foemen, flushed with conquest, far and near In hot pursuit, and sweeping on amain, And all the city now aghast with fear:-- Such was the dolorous tale that filled the warrior's ear.
CXIII.

Then, mad with fury, in revengeful mood (For Jove is stern, and so the Fates ordain), He quits his mountain-ambush and the wood.
Scarce, out of sight, had Turnus reached the plain, When, issuing forth, AEneas hastes to gain The pass, left open, climbs the neighbouring height, And leaves the tangled forest.

Thus the twain, Each near to each,--the middle space is slight,-- Townward their troops lead on, and hail the proffered fight.
CXIV.