hic Nisus, si tanta, inquit, sunt praemia victis, et te lapsorum miseret, quae munera Niso digna dabis, primam merui qui laude coronam, ni me, quae Salium, fortuna inimica tulisset? et simul his dictis faciem ostentabat et udo turpia membra fimo.
Then said Nisus: If such be the prize for defeat, and you have pity for the fallen, what fit reward will you give Nisus? The first crown I had earned by merit, had not Fortunes malice fallen on me, as on Salius. And with these words he displayed his face and limbs foul with wet filth.