Teucrians: so shall your slain be as many and your martial
fame as high.” Turnus answered: “Sister, I both
knew you long since, when at first you artfully disturbed
the truce and flung yourself into our quarrel, and now 15
you vainly hide the goddess from my eyes. But tell me
by whose will you are sent from Olympus to cope with
toils like this? Is it that you may look on the cruel end
of your hapless brother? For what can I do? what
chance is there left to give me hope of safety? With my 20
own eyes I saw Murranus die, his giant frame laid low