Come then, dear father
Up on my back
Because if you…
I have lost all confidence and self respect
I see my son Ascanius
And think of the wrong I am doing him
You must have the courage …
… To despise wealth (evander)
I’m sending him back
The Pallas he deserves
Falling cruelly by a wound intended for another he looked up at the sky
And remembered his beloved Argos as he died
It is Pallas
Who exacts the penalty in your guilty blood
It seemed a noble thing
To die in arms