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.
Ahem. No Etruscans, those, but totally spectacular. I think we should coin a phrase for that. "Hazelific" or something. Oh, I really really must start that Etruscan/Early Roman host I always wanted.