The women heard; Lavinia first of all, Her golden locks, her rosy cheeks doth tear.
All rave around, and wailings fill the hall.
Fast flies the news, and shakes the town with fear.
Then rends his robes Latinus in despair, His town in ruins and his consort dead, And, scattering dust upon his hoary hair, Himself he blames, that ne'er in Turnus' stead The Dardan prince he chose, his dear-lov'd child to wed.
LXXX.

Meanwhile, in chase of distant stragglers, speeds Fierce Turnus.

Slacker is his car's career, And less he glories in his conquering steeds, When lo, the breezes from Laurentum bear The sound of shouting, and the shrieks of fear, And a dull murmur, as of men that groan,-- The city's roar--strikes on his listening ear.
"Ah me! what clamour on the winds is blown?
What noise of grief," he cries, "comes rolling from the town ?" LXXXI.

He spake, and madly pulled the rein.

Then she, His sister, like Metiscus changed in view, Who ruled the chariot, "Forward, Turnus! See The path that victory points thee to pursue.
This way--this way to chase the Trojan crew! Others there are, who can the walls defend, See here AEneas, how he storms.