ille ubi matrem agnovit, tali fugientem est voce secutus: quid natum totiens, crudelis tu quoque, falsis ludis imaginibus? cur dextrae iungere dextram non datur ac veras audire et reddere voces? talibus incusat gressumque ad moenia tendit.
He knew her for his mother, and as she fled pursued her with these words: Why, cruel like others, do you so often mock your son with vain phantoms? Why am I not allowed to clasp hand in hand and hear and utter words unfeigned? Thus he reproaches her and bends his steps towards the city.