Laurentisne iterum muros aut castra videbo? quid manus illa virum, qui me meaque arma secuti? quosne (nefas) omnis infanda in morte reliqui et nunc palantis video, gemitumque cadentum accipio? quid ago? aut quae iam satis ima dehiscat terra mihi? vos o potius miserescite, venti; in rupes, in saxa (volens vos Turnus adoro) ferte ratem saevisque vadis immittite syrtis, quo nec me Rutuli nec conscia fama sequatur.
Shall I look again on the campor walls of Laurentium? What of that band of warriors who followed me and my standard? One and all'Oh, the shame!'I have left them in the jaws of a cruel death, and now I see them scattered and hear their groans as they fall. What shall I do? What earth could now gape deep enough for me? Rather, you winds take pity on me! On rock, on reef drive the ship'from my heart I, Turnus, implore you'and cast it on some sandbanks ruthless shoal, where neither Rutuli nor Rumour that knows my shame may follow!