utque procul medio iuvenum in clamore furentum prospexit tristi multatam morte Camillam, ingemuitque deditque has imo pectore voces: heu nimium, virgo, nimium crudele luisti supplicium Teucros conata lacessere bello! nec tibi desertae in dumis coluisse Dianam profuit aut nostras umero gessisse pharetras.
And when far off, amid the din of raging warriors, she saw that Camilla had paid the penalty of death, she sighed and from her hearts depth uttered these words: Alas! too cruel, too cruel, maiden, the forfeit you have paid for trying to defy the Teucrians in battle! It has availed you nothing that, alone in the woodlands, you worshipped Diana and wore our quiver on your shoulder.