pulsus ego? aut quisquam merito, foedissime, pulsum arguet, Iliaco tumidum qui crescere Thybrim. sanguine et Euandri totam cum stirpe videbit procubuisse domum atque exutos Arcadas armis? haud ita me experti Bitias et Pandarus ingens et quos mille die victor sub Tartara misi, inclusus muris hostilique aggere saeptus.
I beaten, you say? Rather, you foul liar, will anyone rightly claim that I am beaten when he sees the Tiber swollen with Trojan blood, and all Evanders house and line laid prostrate, and his Arcadians stripped of arms? Not such did Bitias and giant Pandarus find me, and the thousand men whom in one day my conquering arm sent down to hell, cooped though I was within their walls and girt by foemens ramparts.