ecce maris magna claudit nos obice pontus, deest iam terra fugae: pelagus Troiamne petamus? haec ait, et medius densos prorumpit in hostis.
See, the ocean hems us in with mighty barrier of sea; there is now no land for our flight; are we to make for the sea or Troy? He speaks these words and dashes on into the midst of the serried foe.