1 So all the Teucrian land put her long grief away.
2 For heavy grief King Latinus himself swoons away.
3 At this the grief and choler of Alcides blazed forth dark and infuriate.
4 Thou too hadst no slight part in the work he wrought, O Icarus, did grief allow.
5 Through his heart sweep together the vast tides of shame and mingling madness and grief.
6 A breathing-space I ask, to give my madness rest and room, till my very fortune teach my grief submission.
7 Not Helenus the prophet, though he counselled of many a terror, not boding Celaeno foretold me of this grief.
8 The words soothed away his distress, and for a while drove grief away from his sorrowing heart; he is glad in the land of his name.
9 How Aeneas thy brother is driven about all the sea-coasts by bitter Juno's malignity, this thou knowest, and hast often grieved in our grief.
10 But of his banded brethren, their courage fired by grief, some grasp and draw their swords, some snatch weapons to throw, and rush blindly forward.
11 But no force may withhold Evander; he comes amid them; the bier is set down; he flings himself on Pallas, and clasps him with tears and sighs, and scarcely at last does grief leave his voice's utterance free.
12 But good Aeneas, though he would fain soothe and comfort her grief, and talk away her distress, with many a sigh, and melted in soul by his great love, yet fulfils the divine commands and returns to his fleet.
13 At the distracting picture of his fortune Turnus froze in horror and stood in dumb gaze; together in his heart sweep the vast mingling tides of shame and maddened grief, and love stung to frenzy and resolved valour.
14 Then indeed grief burned fierce through his strong frame, and tears sprung out on his cheeks; heedless of his own dignity and his crew's safety, he flings the too cautious Menoetes sheer into the sea from the high stern, himself succeeds as guide and master of the helm, and cheers on his men, and turns his tiller in to shore.