88-101

88 Suddenly clouds snatch away the heavens and the day from the eyes of the Trojans; black night lays upon the sea. The skies thundered and the high air flashes with frequent fires (lightning) and all things threaten present death [to] the men. Immediately the limbs of Aeneas were loosened with cold [fear]; he groans and stretching both hands to the stars he says such things with a voice: "O thrice and four times blessed [is] who[ever] it befalls to encounter (death) before the faces of their fathers below the high walls of Troy! O Diomedes, bravest of the race of Danaeans! Could I not have been able to fall at the Trojan fields and to pour out this spirit by your right hand, where fierce Hector lay by the weapon of Achilles, where huge Sarpedon [lies], where the Simois rolls so many shields and helmets and strong bodies of men snatched under its waves."