Clusium

A lay made about the year of the city, 360.

Lars Porsena of Clusium, by the nine gods he swore, that the great house of Tarquin should suffer wrong no more.

by the nine gods he swore it and named a trysting day and bade his messengers ride forth east and west and south and north to summon his array east and west and south and north the messengers ride fast and tower and town and cottage have heard the trumpets blast shame on the false etruscan who lingers in his home when porsena of clusium is on the march for rome the horsemen and the footmen are pouring in amain from many a stately market-place from many a fruitful plain from many a lonely hamlet which hid by beech and pine like an eagle's nest hangs on the crest of purple apennine from lordly volateri where scowls the far-famed hold piled by the hands of giants for godlike kings of old from sea-girt populonia whose sentinels descry sardinia's snowy mountain-tops fringing the southern sky from the proud mart of pisae queen of the western waves where ride massilia's triremes heavy with fair-haired slaves from where sweet clannis wanders through corn and vines and flowers from where cortona lifts to heaven her diadem of towers tall are the oaks whose acorns drop in dark ousers rill fat are the stags that champ the boughs of the ciminian hill beyond all streams clytumnus is to the herdsman dear best of all pools the fowler loves the great vulcinian mere but now no stroke of woodman is heard by ouser's rill no hunter tracks the stag's green path up the ciminian hill unwatched along clytumnus grazes the milk-white steer unharmed the water-fowl may dip in the bulsinian mere the harvests of aretium this year old men shall reap this year young boys in umbro shall plunge the struggling sheep and in the vats of luna this year the must shall foam round the white feet of laughing girls whose sires have marched to rome there be thirty chosen prophets the wisest of the land who always by lars porsena by morn and evening stand evening and morn the thirty have turned the verses o'er traced from the right on linen white by mighty seers of yore and with one voice the thirty have their glad answer given go forth go forth lars porsena go forth beloved of heaven go and return in glory to clusium's royal dome and hang round nerscia's altars the golden shields of rome and now hath every city sent up her tale of men the foot are fourscore thousand the horse are thousands ten before the gates of sutrium is met the great array a proud man was lars porsena upon the trysting day for all the etruscan armies were ranged beneath his eye and many a banished roman and many a stout ally and with a mighty following to join the muster came the tusculan mamilius prince of the latian name but by the yellow tiber was tumult and affright from all the spacious champaign to rome men took their flight a mile around the city the throng stopped up the ways a fearful sight it was to see through two long nights and days Four aged folk on crutches, and women great with child, And mothers sobbing over babes that clung to them and smiled.

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Against these tribes Fabius first constructed a fortified camp beyond the Apennines in the region of Sentinum.

Then he wrote to Fulvius and Postumius, who were guarding the city, directing them to move on Clusium with their forces.

When these commanders complied, the Etruscans and Umbrians withdrew to defend their own possessions, while Fabius and his colleague Decius attacked and defeated the remaining forces of Samnites and Gauls.

When the Sabines levied a large army, left their own territory and invaded ours, Manius Curius by secret routes set against them a force which ravaged their lands and villages and set fire to them in diverse places.