gifts, while we are following his darling, void of life, and 25
owing no dues henceforward to any power on high, with
the vain service of our sorrow. Ill-starred father! your
eyes shall see what cruel death has made of your son.
And is this the proud return, the triumph we looked for?
has my solemn pledge shrunk to this? Yet no beaten 30
coward shall you see, Evander, chastised with unseemly
wounds, nor shall the father pray for death to come in its
terror while the son survives. Ay me! how strong a defender
is lost to our Ausonian realm, and lost to you, my