clamore excipiunt socii fremituque sequuntur horrisono; Teucrum mirantur inertia corda, non aequo dare se campo, non obvia ferre arma viros, sed castra fovere.
His comrades greet him with a shout, and follow with dreadful din; they marvel at the Teucrians craven hearts, crying: They cannot trust themselves to a fair field, or face the foe in arms, but hug the camp.