29So he speaks, weeping, and turns his steps back to the threshold where old Acoetes was keeping watch over the laid-out body of lifeless Pallas; Acoetes had once been armour-bearer to Parrhasian Evander, but then went as a companion given to his dear foster-son under auspices not so happy. 34Around him stood the whole band of servants and the Trojan throng, and the Ilian women with their mournful hair unbound according to custom. 36But when Aeneas came in at the high doors, they raise a huge groan to the stars, beating their breasts, and the palace bellows with mournful grief. 39He himself, when he saw the propped head and face of snow-white Pallas, and the gaping wound of the Ausonian spear-point in his smooth breast, speaks thus as his tears welled up: 42'Was it you, pitiable boy,' he says, 'that Fortune begrudged me when she came smiling, so that you should not see our kingdom nor ride in victory to your father's home?
45These were not the promises about you I had given your father Evander on leaving, when he embraced me as I went and sent me out to a great empire, and warned me in fear that the men were fierce, the battle with a hardy race. 49And now he, much deceived by empty hope, perhaps is even making vows and heaping the altars with gifts: we, grieving, escort with useless honour a lifeless young man who now owes nothing to any of the heavenly gods. 53Unhappy man, you will see the cruel funeral of your son! 54This is our homecoming, these our awaited triumphs! 55This is my great good faith!
55But you will not see him, Evander, routed with shameful wounds, nor will you, his father, pray for a dreadful death because your son came home safe. 57Ah me, how great a bulwark Ausonia is losing, and how great a one you are losing, Iulus!'