Wielding as for war Two spears, comes Turnus in his two-horse car.
There, Rome's great founder, doth AEneas ride, With dazzling shield, bright-shining as a star, And arms divine, and at his father's side Ascanius takes his place, Rome's second hope and pride.
XXII.

And clad in robes of purest white, the priest Leads forth the youngling of a bristly swine, And two-year sheep, by shearer's hands unfleec'd.
And they, with eyes turned to the dawn divine, Bared the bright steel, the victim's brow to sign, And strewed the cakes of salted meal, and poured On blazing altars bowls of sacred wine; And good AEneas drew his glittering sword, And thus, with pious prayer, the immortal gods adored: XXIII.

"Witness, O Sun, thou Earth attest my prayer, For whom I toil.

Thou, Jove, supreme in sway, And thou, great Juno, pleased at length to spare.
O mighty Mars, whose nod directs the fray; Springs, Streams, and Powers whom Air and Sea obey.
If Turnus win--O let the vow remain-- Humbly to King Evander, as they may, Troy's sons shall fly, Iulus quit the reign, Nor seed of mine e'er vex the Latin field again.
XXIV.

"But else, if victory smile upon my sword (As rather deem I, and may Heaven decree), I wish not Troy to be Italia's lord, Nor claim the crown; let each, unquelled and free, In deathless league on equal terms agree.
Arms, empire let Latinus keep; I claim To bring our rites and deities.