quid faciat? qua vi iuvenem, quibus audeat armis eripere? an sese medios moriturus in enses inferat et pulchram properet per vulnera mortem? ocius adducto torquet hastile lacerto suspiciens altam Lunam et sic voce precatur: tu, dea, tu praesens nostro succurre labori, astrorum decus et nemorum Latonia custos.
What can he do? With what force, what arms dare he rescue the youth? Shall he cast himself on his doom among the swords and win with wounds a swift and glorious death? Quickly he draws back his arm with poised spear and, looking up to the moon on high, thus prays: Goddess, be present and aid our endeavour, Latonas daughter, glory of the stars and guardian of the groves;