namque ut conspectu in medio turbatus, inermis, constitit atque oculis Phrygia agmina circumspexit, heu! quae nunc tellus, inquit, quae me aequora possunt accipere? aut quid iam misero mihi denique restat, cui neque apud Danaos usquam locus, et super ipsi Dardanidae infensi poenas cum sanguine poscunt?    quo gemitu conversi animi, compressus et omnis impetus.
For as he stood amid the gazing crowd, dismayed, unarmed, and cast his eyes about the Phrygian bands, Alas! he cried, what land now, what seas can receive me? Or what fate at the last yet awaits my misery? No place at all have I among the Greeks, and the Trojans themselves, too, wildly clamour for vengeance and my life. At that wail our mood was changed and all violence checked.
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