At pius Aeneas dextram tendebat inermem nudato capite atque suos clamore vocabat: quo ruitis? quaeve ista repens discordia surgit? o cohibete iras! ictum iam foedus et omnes compositae leges.
But good Aeneas, with head bared, was stretching forth his unarmed hand, and calling loudly to his men: Where are you going? What is this sudden outburst of strife? Curb your rage! The truce has already been struck and all its terms fixed;