ingentes duplicat1 sonitus augetque ruinas; ut magis Inarime, magis ut mugitor anhelat Vesvius, attonitas acer cum suscitat urbes, sic pugnae crebrescit2 opus; neque enim ignea 210cedunt astra loco, lentis haeret nox conscia bigis. perge age Tartareae mecum simul omnia noctis, Musa, sequi. trepidam Phaeton adflavit ab alto Tisiphonen graviorque locos iam luce propinqua umbra premit; non signa virum, non funera 215cernunt, et rabie magis ora calent. vos prodite, divae, Eumenidum noctisque globos, vatique patescat armorum fragor et tepidi singultibus agri labentum atque acti Minyis per litora manes.
220Cyzicus hic aciem vanis discursibus implet fata trahens; iam pulsa sibi cessisse Pelasgum agmina, iam passim vacuos disiecta per agros credit ovans; tales habitus,3 ea gaudia fingit ira deum. fundo veluti cum Coeus in imo 225vincla Iovis fractoque trahens adamante catenas Saturnum Tityumque vocat spemque aetheris amens concipit, ast illum fluviis et nocte remensa Eumenidum canis et sparsae iuba reppulit hydrae. saevit acerba fremens tardumque a moenibus agmen 230increpitat: “numquamne dolor virtusque subibit nil ausas sine rege manus? at barbara buxus si vocet et motis ululantia Dindyma sacris, tunc ensis placet atque furor, modo tela sacerdos
warriors and thickens the slain; as faster pants Inarime, and faster the bellowing Vesuvius, when of a sudden he rouses the terror-stricken cities, so more furious grows the fight; for the flames of the stars fail not, but witnessing Night pauses in her lagging car. Come then, my Muse, and follow out the full tale of that hellish night. Phaethon from on high breathed upon the trembling Tisiphone, and now as daylight drew near a heavier shade lay upon that region; men see not the banners, see not the dead bodies, while hotter wax their brows with frenzy. Ye goddesses, disclose the troops that the Furies gathered in the night, and reveal to your seer the clash of weapons, the earth warm with the gasps1 of falling heroes, and the ghosts whom the Minyae chased along the shore.
And now Cyzicus ranges vainly through all his army, delaying his doom; exultantly he deems that already the routed Pelasgians have yielded to him, that already they are scattered over the deserted fields; such the feelings, such the gladness engendered by heaven’s spite. As when Coeus2 in the lowest pit bursts the adamantine bonds and trailing Jove’s fettering chains invokes Saturn and Tityus, and in his madness conceives a hope of scaling heaven, yet though he repass the rivers and the gloom the hound of the Furies and the sprawling Hydra’s crest repel him. Shouting bitter taunts Cyzicus rages, and girds at his host that is slow to come from the city: “What, shall resentment and valour never inspire the hands that dare naught without your king? But if the savage pipe and all Dindymus yelling as the holy emblems proceed called you, then sword