Iamque propinquabam portis omnemque videbar evasisse viam, subito cum creber ad auris visus adesse pedum sonitus, genitorque per umbram prospiciens, nate, exclamat, fuge, nate; propinquant; ardentis clipeos atque aera micantia cerno.
And now I was nearing the gates, and thought I had accomplished all my journey, when suddenly, crowding on my ears, seemed to come a tramp of feet, and peering through the gloom, my father cries: My son, my son, flee; they draw near! I see their glowing shields and glittering brass.