haec ita fatus arripuit biiugos; frater tendebat inertis infelix palmas curru delapsus eodem: per te, per qui te talem genuere parentes, vir Troiane, sine hanc animam et miserere precantis.
So saying, he seized the horses; as he slid down from the same chariot, his brother piteously outstretched his helpless hands: By yourself, by the parents who gave life to such a son, hero of Troy, spare this life, and have pity on my prayer!