tum pater Euandrus dextram complexus euntis haeret inexpletus lacrimans ac talia fatur: o mihi praeteritos referat si Iuppiter annos, qualis eram cum primam aciem Praeneste sub ipsa stravi scutorumque incendi victor acervos et regem hac Erulum dextra sub Tartara misi,.
Then Evander, clasping the hand of his departing son, clings to him weeping insatiably and thus speaks: If only Jupiter would bring me back the years that are sped, and make me what I was when under Praenestes very walls I struck down the foremost ranks, burned the piled up shields in my triumph, and with this right hand sent down to Tartarus King Erulus