ac velut effusa si quando grandine nimbi praecipitant, omnis campis diffugit arator omnis et agricola, et tuta latet arce viator aut amnis ripis aut alti fornice saxi, dum pluit in terris, ut possint sole reducto exercere diem: sic obrutus undique telis Aeneas nubem belli, dum detonet omnis, sustinet et Lausum increpitat Lausoque minatur: quo moriture ruis maioraque viribus audes? fallit te incautum pietas tua.
And as, when at times storm clouds pour down in showers of hail, every ploughman, every husbandman flees the fields, and the wayfarer cowers in a safe stronghold, a rivers bank or a vault of lofty rock, while the rain falls upon the lands, so that, when the sun returns, they may pursue the days task: just so, overwhelmed by javelins on all sides, Aeneas endures the war cloud until all its thunder is spent, while he chides Lausus and threatens Lausus: Where are you rushing to death, with your daring beyond your strength? Your love is betraying you into rashness.