at Rutulum abscessu iuvenis tum iussa superba miratus stupet in Turno corpusque per ingens. lumina volvit obitque truci procul omnia visu, talibus et dictis it contra dicta tyranni: aut spoliis ego iam raptis laudabor opimis aut leto insigni: sorti pater aequus utrique est tolle minas
But when the Rutulians retired, then the youth, marvelling at the haughty command, stands amazed at Turnus, throws his eyes over that giant frame, and with fierce glance scans all from afar, then with these words answers the monarchs words: Soon I shall win praise either for kingly spoils or for a glorious death; my sire is equal to either fate: away with your threats!