Was it for this that thou, through sword and flame,
O fostering mother, didst deliver me,
That midst the very sanctities of home
I should behold the foe, that I should see
Ascanius, my father, and my wife
All weltering in one another’s blood?
Nay rather, arms! My men, in haste bring arms!
Attendants bring him his sword and shield which he hurriedly fits in place.
The last day calls the vanquished to their death.
Let me go forth to meet the Greeks again,