hinc totam infelix vulgatur fama per urbem: demittunt mentes, it scissa veste Latinus coniugis attonitus fatis urbisque ruina, canitiem immundo perfusam pulvere turpans multaque se incusat, qui non acceperit ante Dardanium Aenean generumque asciverit ultro.
From here the woeful rumour spreads throughout the town. Hearts sink; Latinus goes with rent raiment, dazed at his wifes doom and his citys downfall, defiling his hoary hair with showers of unclean dust, oft chiding himself that he did not give a ready welcome to Dardan Aeneas and adopt him as his son.
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