hic primum nova lux oculis offulsit et ingens visus ab Aurora caelum transcurrere nimbus Idaeique chori; tum vox horrenda per auras excidit et Troum Rutulorumque agmina complet: ne trepidate meas, Teucri, defendere navis neve armate manus; maria ante exurere Turno quam sacras dabitur pinus.
Then first there flashed upon the eyes a strange light, and from the Dawn a vast cloud was seen to speed across the sky, with Mount Idas dancing bands in its train; then through the air fell an awful voice, filling the Trojan and Rutulian ranks: Trouble not, you Teucrians, to defend my ships, and take not weapons into your hands. Turnus shall have leave to burn upthe seas sooner than my sacred pines.
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