si vero capere Italiam sceptrisque potiri contigerit victori et praedae dicere sortem, vidisti, quo Turnus equo, quibus ibat in armis aureus; ipsum illum, clipeum cristasque rubentis excipiam sorti, iam nunc tua praemia, Nise.
But if it is our lot to take Italy, to wield a victors sceptre and to assign the spoil, you have seen the horse that Turnus rode and the armour he wore, all gold'that same horse, the shield and the crimson plumes I will set apart from the lot, your reward, Nisus, even now.