Atque hic Aeneas (una namque ire videbat egregium forma iuvenem et fulgentibus armis, sed frons laeta parum et deiecto lumina vultu) quis, pater, ille, virum qui sic comitatur euntem? filius, anne aliquis magna de stirpe nepotum? qui strepitus circa comitum! quantum instar in ipso! sed nox atra caput tristi circumvolat umbra.
At this Aeneas said'for by his side he saw a youth of passing beauty in resplendent arms, but with joyless mien and eyes downcast: Who, father, is he that thus attends the warrior on his way? Is it his son, or some other of his progenys heroic line? What a stir among his entourage! What majesty is his! But deaths dark shadow flickers mournfully about his head.