Æneas, deeply affected (459-463):
What place, Achates, what far corner of the world
Is not o’erburdened with our woes? O fallen King,
E’en here our glorious struggle wins its meed of praise,
And those our mortal hopes defeated and o’erthrown,
Are mourned by human tears.
Therefore our present cares
Let us dismiss. This fame shall bring us safety too.
Achates, continuing to examine the pediment (467, 468):
See how the Greeks are fleeing, pressed by Trojan youth!