et Nox atra polum bigis subvecta tenebat: visa dehinc caelo facies delapsa parentis Anchisae subito talis effundere voces: nate, mihi vita quondam, dum vita manebat, care magis, nate, Iliacis exercite fatis, imperio Iovis huc venio, qui classibus ignem depulit, et caelo tandem miseratus ab alto est.
And now, borne upwards in her chariot, black Night held the sky, when there seemed to glide down from heaven the likeness of his father Anchises and suddenly to utter thus his words: Son, dearer to me than life, in days when life was mine; son, tested by Iliums fate! I come hither by Joves command, who drove the fire from your fleet, and at last has had pity from high heaven.