Aeneid 2.402-52

Alas it is not at all right for anyone to trust unwilling gods! Look! Cassandra, the maiden daughter of Priam was being dragged, with her hair spread out, from the temple and shrines of Minerva, holding fiery eyes to the sky in vain, eyes, for bonds confine her tender palms. Coroebus did not bear this sight, with a crazed mind, and throws himself into the middle of the line of battle, about to die; we all follow and rush into the dense weapons. Here first from the high summit of the shrine we are ruined by the weapons of our men and a most wretched slaughter arises because of the form of our arms and the error of the Greek crests. Then the Danaans attack, with a lament and anger over the stolen maiden, having gathered from all over, most fierce Ajax and the twin sons of Atreus and the whole army of the Dolopians: as once opposing winds with a burst whirlwind clash, both the Zephyr and the Notus and the fertile Eurus with eastern horses; the woods shriek and foamy Nereus rages with his trident and stirs the seas from the lowest depth(s). Those also appear, if we rout and rouse anyone from ambush in the dark night through the shadow in the whole city; the first recognize the shields and lying spears and notice different voices by the tone. Immediately we are rushed upon by the number, and Coroebus first falls upon the right hand of Peneleus at the altar of the warlike goddess; and Rhipeus falls, who was the most just one among the Teucrians and the greatest protector of right (it seemed to the gods otherwise); both Hypanis and Dymas die, pierced by their allies; and your very great piety and the fillets of Apollo did not protect you, dying, Panthus. Trojan ashes and last fires of my people, I swear, in your fall I avoided neither spears nor any exchanges of the Danaans, and if the fates had been that I fall, I had earned it by (my) hand. Then we were torn away, Iphitus and Pelias with me (of whom Iphitus heavier now with age, and Pelias slow with a wound of Ulysses) called straightaway to the homes of Priam by a clamor.

(438) Here indeed we saw a huge battle, as if other battles were nowhere, in the whole city no one linger, (we saw) untamed Mars and Danaans rushing tot he roofs and the threshold besieged with driven tortoise. Ladders cling to the walls, and under the posts themselves they strive on the steps; they put up shields against the spears, covered by their left hands, they grasp the gables with their right hands. The Dardanians in return pluck up the towers and the whole roofs of the houses; with these weapons, because they see the last things, they prepare to defend themselves now at the brink of death, and they roll down golden beams, high glories of old ancestors; others with drawn swords sit on the lowest gates, they preserve these with a dense line. Renewed spirits run to help the houses of the king and to relieve men with aid and add force to the beaten.