quos bonus Aeneas haud aspernanda precantis prosequitur venia et verbis haec insuper addit: quaenam vos tanto fortuna indigna, Latini, implicuit bello, qui nos fugiatis amicos? pacem me exanimis et Martis sorte peremptis oratis? equidem et vivis concedere vellem.
To them good Aeneas courteously grants the prayer he could not spurn, and adds these words besides: What undeserved chance, Latins, has entangled you in so terrible a war, that you fly from us your friends? Do you ask me peace for the dead slain by the lot of battle? Gladly would I grant it to the living too.
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