Too past due younger Turnus the delusion discovered, Far on the ocean, still making from the floor. Then, thankless for a existence redeem’d by using disgrace, With feel of honour stung, and forfeit repute, Fearful besides of what in combat had pass’d, His arms and haggard eyes to heav’n he cast; “O Jove!” he cried, “for what offence have I Deserv’d to undergo this countless infamy?
