quid struis? aut qua spe gelidis in nubibus haeres? mortalin decuit violari vulnere divum? aut ensem (quid enim sine te Iuturna valeret?) ereptum reddi Turno et vim crescere victis? desine iam tandem precibusque inflectere nostris, ne te tantus edit tacitam dolor et mihi curae saepe tuo dulci tristes ex ore recursent.
What are you planning? In what hope are you lingering in the chill clouds? Was it well that a god should be profaned by a mortals wound? Or that the lost sword'for without you what could Juturna do?'be restored to Turnus, and the vanquished gain fresh force? Cease now, I pray, and yield to my entreaties so that your great grief may not consume you in silence, nor your bitter cares often return to me from your sweet lips.
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