of the day of death rings in the ears of the conquered.
Give me back to the Danaans, let me return and renew the
combat. Never shall this day see us all slaughtered unresisting. 30
“Now I gird on my sword again, and was buckling and
fitting my shield to my left arm, and making my way out
of the house—when lo! my wife on the threshold began
to clasp and cling to my feet, holding out my little Iulus to
his father. ‘If it is to death you are going, then carry us 35
with you to death and all, but if experience gives you any
hope in the arms you are resuming, let your first stand be