tum vero amens formidine Turnus Faune, precor, miserere inquit tuque optima ferrum Terra tene, colui vestros si semper honores, quos contra Aeneadae bello fecere profanos.
Then indeed Turnus, frantic with terror, cried: Faunus, have pity, I pray, and you, most gracious Earth, hold fast the steel, if ever I have honoured your rites, which the sons of Aeneas, to the contrary, have defiled by war.