Hac vice sermonum roseis Aurora quadrigis. iam medium aetherio cursu traiecerat axem; et fors omne datum traherent per talia tempus, sed comes admonuit breviterque adfata Sibylla est: nox ruit, Aenea; nos flendo ducimus horas.
During this interchange of talk, Dawn, with roseate car, had now crossed mid-heaven in her skyey course, and perchance in such wise they would have spent all the allotted time, but the Sibyl beside him gave warning with brief words: Night is coming, Aeneas; we waste the hours in weeping.