vix adeo agnovit pavitantem ac dira tegentem supplicia, et notis compellat vocibus ultro: Deiphobe armipotens, genus alto a sanguine Teucri, quis tam crudelis optavit sumere poenas? cui tantum de te licuit? mihi fama suprema nocte tulit fessum vasta te caede Pelasgum procubuisse super confusae stragis acervum.
Scarce, indeed, did he know the quivering form that tried to hide its awful punishment; then, with familiar accents, unhailed, he accosts him: Deiphobus, strong in battle, scion of Teucers high lineage, who chose to exact so cruel a penalty? Who had power to deal thus with you? Rumour told me that on that last night, weary with endless slaughter of Pelasgians, you had fallen upon a heap of mingled carnage.