The Aeneid - pg. 352

'Daughter of Latona,

Diana, kindly virgin of the groves,

I, her father, swear this child shall be

Thy servant -- the first weapon she embraces

Thine, as by thy mercy through the air

She escapes the enemy. I beg thee, goddess,

Take her as thine own, this girl committed

Now to the veering wind.'

Then he drew back

His arm and let the spun shaft fly. The waters

Dinned below, and over the rushing stream

Small and forlorn Camilla soared across

The Aeneid - pg. 355

Savage girl, whom did your lance unhorse,

What victims, first and last,

How many thrown down on the battlefield,

Torn bodies dying? Eunaeus, Clytius' son,

Came first: he faced her with unarmored breast,

And with her shaft of pine she ran him through.

He tumbled, coughing streams of blood, took bites

The Aeneid - pg. 335

"What unmerited misfortune, Latins,

Could have embroiled you in so sad a war

That now you turn your backs on us, your friends?

Do you ask for peace from me for those whose lives

Were taken by the cast of Mars? Believe me,

I should have wished to grant it to the living.

Never should I have come here had not Fate

Alloted me this land for settlement,

Nor do I war upon your people. No,

Your king dropped our alliance, lent himself

Instead to Turnus' fighting. In all fairness,

Turnus should have faced death on this field.

If he would end the war by force, and drive

The Trojans out, he should have fought me, fought

My weapons; then the one for whom great Mars --

Or his own sword -- prevailed would have lived on.

[Go now, light fires beneath your wretched dead."