Turnus, wak’ning with the mild, All clad in armour, calls his troops to combat. His martial guys with fierce harangue he fir’d, And his personal ardour in their souls inspir’d. This done—to provide new terror to his foes, The heads of Nisus and his pal he suggests, Rais’d excessive on pointed spears—a ghastly sight: Loud peals of shouts ensue, and barbarous pride.
