shrink from taking me with you, Nisus, on this high occasion?
Am I to send you out alone on such perilous
errand? It was not thus that my father, the veteran
Opheltes, reared and bred me among Argive terrors and
Trojan agonies, nor have such been my doings at your side,
since I followed our hero Æneas and his desperate fate.
Here, here, within me is a soul that thinks scorn of happy 5
sunshine, and deems that the glory at which you aim were
cheaply bought with life.” “Nay,” returns Nisus, “trust
me, I had no such fear of you—none such had been just: