Nisus abit; iamque imprudens evaserat hostis atque locos qui post Albae de nomine dicti Albani (tum rex stabula alta Latinus habebat), ut stetit et frustra absentem respexit amicum: Euryale infelix, qua te regione reliqui? quave sequar? rursus perplexum iter omne revolvens fallacis silvae simul et vestigia retro observata legit dumisque silentibus errat.
Nisus gets clear; and now, in his heedless course, he had escaped the foe to the place later called Alban from Albas name (at that time King Latinus had there his stately stalls) when he halted and looked back in vain for his lost friend. Un-happy Euryalus, where have I left you? Where shall I follow, again unthreading the whole tangled path of the treacherous wood? At the same time he scans and retraces his footsteps, and wanders in the silent thickets.