Sinopsis

Desist You from the Battle, and retire: Pallas I meet alone: To Me alone Pallas is due: O! were his Father here Spectator of the Fight! He said: His Friends Form the commanded List, and clear the Field. At their Retreat, and at Those proud Commands, The Royal Youth, in Wonder, and Amaze, Stands fix'd on Turnus: rolls his Eyes around, And with stern Aspect his huge Bulk surveys. Then to th' insulting Chief these Words returns: Or I this Day will reap the Fame of Spoils Illustrious won, or of a glorious Death: For either Chance my Father stands prepar'd: Forbear thy Threats:--This said, he takes the Field.