ut me conspexit venientem et Troia circum arma amens vidit, magnis exterrita monstris deriguit visu in medio, calor ossa reliquit, labitur et longo vix tandem tempore fatur: verane te facies, verus mihi nuntius adfers, nate dea? vivisne? aut si lux alma recessit, Hector ubi est? dixit lacrimasque effudit et omnem implevit clamore locum.
When she caught sight of me coming, and saw to her amazement the arms of Troy around, awed by these great marvels she stiffened even as she gazed, and the warmth forsook her limbs. She swoons, and at last after a long time speaks: Are you a real form, a real messenger, coming to me, goddess-born? Are you alive? Or if the light of life has left you, where is Hector? She spoke, and shedding a flood of tears filled all the place with her cries.