hoc erat, alma parens, quod me per tela, per ignis eripis, ut mediis hostem in penetralibus utque Ascanium patremque meum iuxtaque Creusam alterum in alterius mactatos sanguine cernam? arma, viri, ferte arma; vocat lux ultima victos.
Was it for this, gracious mother, that you saved me amid fire and sword, to see the foe in the heart of my home, and Ascanius, and my father, and Creusa at their side, slaughtered in each others blood? Arms, men, bring arms; the last light of life calls the vanquished.