Once more sustain the desperate battle shock.
We shall not all in helpless slaughter die.
Æneas is rushing toward the door, when Creüsa intercepts him, pushing toward him their little son, Ascanius.
Creüsa, kneeling (675-678):
If thou art going forth to seek thy death,
Oh, take us, too, with thee to share thy fate;
But if thy wisdom bids thee still to hope
In sword and shield, here make thy final stand,
And guard thy home. To whose protection, pray,
Is young Iulus left, to whose thy sire?