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Look round, what peoples gather now; what cities shut within
Their barrèd gates are whetting sword to slay me and my kin.

And then the priests, and chief thereof, Potitius, thither came,
All clad in skins, as due it was, and bearing forth the flame.

'All shaggy rough, his shoulders clad with Herculean cloak.'

'Fast stands the stumbling-block of war, and hand to hand they fight'

health and wealth of fat and fruitful land.

'Ah!' cries Iulus, 'so to-day we eat up board and all.'

O children, in such evil war let not your souls be spent,

Who breaks his country's sleep and stirs the slothful men to fight

'Go forth, our glory, go and gain the better fate I lack!'