"Have you at last come, has that loyalty
Your father counted on conquered the journey?
Am I to see your face, my son, and hear
Our voices in communion as before?
I thought so, surely; counting the months I thought
The time would come. My longing has not tricked me." (6.921-926)
Latinus had no son or male descendant,
Death having taken one in early youth.
A single daughter held that house's hopes,
A girl now ripe for marriage, for a man.
And many in broad Latium, in Ausonia,
Courted her, but the handsomest by far
Was Turnus, powerful heir of a great line.
Latinus' queen pressed for their union,
Desiring him with passion for a son. (7.67-76)
"But, Fortune, if you threaten some black day,
Now, now, let me break off my bitter life
While all's in doubt, while hope of what's to come
Remains uncertain, while I hold you here,
Dear boy, my late delight, my only one—
And may no graver message ever come
To wound my ears." (8.783-789)