The appointed envoys reach the camp design'd,
Their reverend heads fair olive-branches bind,
Of peace the token, and their tongues no less
Of friendly talk the full intent profess.
Within his palace, Venus' god-like son
With kind demeanor welcomes ev'ry one;
To whom thus Drances, Drances, first in age,
And who 'gainst Turnus nourish'd endless rage: