on me, too, my Turnus; along with you I shall leave the
hated light, nor see in Æneas my son-in-law and my
conqueror.”
As Lavinia heard her mother’s voice, her glowing cheeks 5
were bathed in tears; a deep blush kindled a fire, and shot
over her flushing face. As when a man has stained Indian
ivory with blood-red purple, or like a bed of lilies and roses
mixed: such hues were seen on the maiden’s countenance.
He, bewildered with passion, fixes his eyes upon her: the 10
sight makes him burn the more for battle, and thus he