ergo amens diversa fuga petit aequora Turnus et nunc huc, inde huc incertos implicat orbis; undique enim densa Teucri inclusere corona atque hinc vasta palus, hinc ardua moenia cingunt.
So Turnus madly flees this way and that over the plain, and now in one direction and now in another he entwines wavering circles; for on all sides the Teucrians enclosed him in a crowded ring, and on one side a waste fen, on another steep ramparts hem him in.
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