et Mnestheus: quo deinde fugam, quo tenditis? inquit. quos alios muros, quaeve ultra moenia habetis? unus homo et vestris, o cives, undique saeptus aggeribus tantas strages impune per urbem ediderit? iuvenum primos tot miserit Orco? non infelicis patriae veterumque deorum et magni Aeneae, segnes, miseretque pudetque?
And Mnestheus: Where then, where are you going? What other walls, what other battlements do you have elsewhere? My countrymen, shall one man, hemmed in on every side by your ramparts, deal such carnage throughout the city and go unpunished? Shall he send down to death so many of our noblest youths? Cowards, have you no pity, no shame, for your unhappy country, for your ancient gods, for great Aeneas?