Aeneid 2.356-401

Thus fury has been added to the spirits of the youths. Then as plundering wolves in a black cloud, whom a wicked hunger of the belly has driven out and the abandoned pups await with dry jaws, through spears, through enemies we forge into hardly dubious death and we hold a journey for the middle of the city. Black night encircles with empty shadow. Who in telling might unfold the slaughter of that night, the deaths, or who could equal the labors with tears? The ancient city rushes down, having ruled through many years; very many lifeless bodies are strewn through the streets everywhere and through the homes and the sacred thresholds of the gods. And not only Teucrians give punishment with blood; sometimes also courage returns in the hearts of the conquered (dat. pos.) and conquering Danaans fall. Cruel grief is everywhere, everywhere is panic and very great image of death.

(370) First Androgeos offers himself to us, with a great crowd of Danaans accompanying, trusting allied bands unknowing, and he addresses voluntarily with friendly words: 'Hurry, men! For what so late sluggishness delays? Others seize and carry burn Pergama: do you come now first from the lofty ships?' He spoke and immediately (for not faithful enough responses were given) he sensed that he had slipped into the middle of the enemies. He stood silent ad pressed his foot backward with his voice. As one who has pressed upon an unseen snake in the rough briars, stepping upon the ground, and fearful immediately flees back from the one lifting his ires and swelling his greenish-blue necks; hardly otherwise does Androgeos, trembling at the sight, went back. We rush in and are surrounded by the dense arms, and we lay low everywhere those ignorant of the place and captured by fear: Fortune breathes upon our first labor. And here Corobeus, reveling in success and his spirits, says, 'O allies, where first Fortune shows the way for safety, and where a right/favorable hand offers itself, let us follow: let us change shields and let us fit the emblems of the Danaans to ourselves. Trick or courage, who asks in war (lit. enemy)? They themselves will give the weapons.' Thus having spoken, then he puts on the plumed helmet of Androgeos and the noble emblem of his shield and he fits the Argive sword to his side. Rhipeus does this, Dymas himself and the whole happy band of youth does this: each arms himself with recent spoils. We advance, mixed with the Danaans, hardly by our own power, and through the blind night we join many battles, having attacked, we send many of the Danaans to Orcus. Some flee to the ships and seek trusted shores at a run; others (lit. some) climb the huge horse again with shameful fear and hide in the known belly.