quem simul ac Iuturna soror crebrescere vidit sermonem et vulgi variare labantia corda, in medias acies formam adsimulata Camerti, cui genus a proavis ingens clarumque paternae nomen erat virtutis, et ipse acerrimus armis, in medias dat sese acies haud nescia rerum rumoresque serit varios ac talia fatur: non pudet, o Rutuli, pro cunctis talibus unam obiectare animam? numerone an viribus aequi non sumus? en, omnes et Troes et Arcades hi sunt, fatalesque manus, infensa Etruria Turno: vix hostem, alterni si congrediamur, habemus.
As soon as Juturna his sister saw these whispers spread, and the hearts of the throng wavering in doubt, into the midmost ranks, in feigned semblance of Camers'noble his ancestral house, glorious the renown of his fathers worth, and he himself most valiant in arms'into the midmost ranks she comes, knowing well her task, scatters diverse rumours, and speaks these words: Are you not ashamed, Rutulians, to set one mans life at hazard for so many men? Are we not their match in numbers and in might? See, all of them are here, both Trojans and Arcadians, and the fate-led troops of Etruria, hostile to Turnus: even if only every other man of us joins battle, there is scarcely an enemy for each of us.