obstipuit magno laudum percussus amore Euryalus, simul his ardentem adfatur amicum: mene igitur socium summis adiungere rebus, Nise, fugis? solum te in tanta pericula mittam? non ita me genitor, bellis adsuetus Opheltes, Argolicum terrorem inter Troiaeque labores sublatum erudiit, nec tecum talia gessi magnanimum Aenean et fata extrema secutus: est hic, est animus lucis contemptor et istum qui vita bene credat emi, quo tendis, honorem.
Euryalus was dazed, smitten with mighty love of praise, and at once speaks thus to his ardent friend: Do you refuse then, Nisus, to let me join in this great endeavour? Am I to send you alone into such great perils? Not so did my father, the old warrior Opheltes, train me as his child among Argive terrors and the travails of Troy, nor at your side have I played my part so, following high-souled Aeneas and his ultimate fate. Mine is a heart that scorns the light, and believes that the glory that you strive for is cheaply bought with life.