shadows.” 30
But the queen, appalled by the new hazard of the combat,
was all in tears, clinging to her fiery son-in-law with
the convulsive grasp of death: “Turnus, by these my
tears, by any regard you cherish for Amata—you are
now our only hope, our only solace in our forlorn old age—the 35
honour and power of the king are in your hands;
on you, its one pillar, the whole house leans. I ask but
this—forbear to cross swords with the Teucrians. Whatever
chance waits on you in this unhappy combat, waits