o dolor atque decus magnum rediture parenti, haec te prima dies bello dedit, haec eadem aufert, cum tamen ingentis Rutulorum linquis acervos! Nec iam fama mali tanti, sed certior auctor advolat Aeneae tenui discrimine leti esse suos, tempus versis succurrere Teucris.
O you who will go home as a great grief and yet great glory to your father, this day first gave you to war, this also takes you from it, the day when yet you leave behind vast piles of Rutulian dead! And now no mere rumour of the bitter blow but a surer messenger flies to Aeneas'that his men are but a hairs breadth removed from death, that it is time to succour the routed Teucrians.