scilicet ut Turno contingat regia coniunx, nos animae viles, inhumata infletaque turba, sternamur campis? etiam tu, si qua tibi vis, si patrii quid Martis habes, illum aspice contra qui vocat.
Oh yes, to be sure, so that Turnus can gain his royal bride, let us, whose lives are worthless, be strewn over the fields, a mob unburied and unwept. But you too, if you have any strength, if you have any of the fighting spirit of your fathers, look your challenger in the face!