Iamque oratores aderant ex urbe Latina velati ramis oleae veniamque rogantes: corpora, per campos ferro quae fusa iacebant, redderet ac tumulo sineret succedere terrae; nullum cum victis certamen et aethere cassis; parceret hospitibus quondam socerisque vocatis.
And now came envoys from the Latin city, shaded with olive boughs and asking for truce; the bodies that lay strewn by the sword all over the plain they prayed him to return and allow to rest beneath a mound of earth. There can be, they plead, no quarrel with vanquished men, bereft of the light of heaven; let him spare men who were once called hosts and fathers of their brides!