When Turnus marks how much the Latins quailin adverse war, how on himself they callto keep his pledge, and with indignant eyesgaze all his way, fierce rage implacableswells his high heart. As when on Libyan plaina lion, gashed along his tawny breastby the huntsman's grievous thrust, awakens himunto his last grim fight, and gloriouslyshaking the great thews of his maned neck,shrinks not, but crushes the despoiler's spearwith blood-sprent, roaring mouth,—not less than soburns the wild soul of Turnus and his ire.Thus to the King he spoke with stormful brow:“The war lags not for Turnus' sake. No causeconstrains the Teucrian cowards and their Kingto eat their words and what they pledged refuse.On his own terms I come. Bring forward, sire,the sacrifice, and seal the pact I swear:either to deepest hell this hand shall flingyon Trojan runaway—the Latins allmay sit at ease and see!—and my sole swordefface the general shame; or let him claimthe conquest, and Lavinia be his bride.”
Turnus ut infractos adverso Marte Latinosdefecisse videt, sua nunc promissa reposci,se signari oculis, ultro implacabilis ardetattollitque animos. Poenorum qualis in arvissaucius ille gravi venantum vulnere pectustum demum movet arma leo gaudetque comantisexcutiens cervice toros fixumque latronisinpavidus frangit telum et fremit ore cruento:haud secus adcenso gliscit violentia Turno.Tum sic adfatur regem atque ita turbidus infit:“Nulla mora in Turno; nihil est quod dicta retractent”“ignavi Aeneadae, nec quae pepigere recusent.”“Congredior, fer sacra, pater, et concipe foedus.”“Aut hac Dardanium dextra sub Tartara mittam,”“desertorem Asiae (sedeant spectentque Latini),”“et solus ferro crimen commune refellam,”“aut habeat victos, cedat Lavinia coniunx.”
To him Latinus with unruffled mindthus made reply: “O youth surpassing brave!The more thy sanguinary valor burnsbeyond its wont, the more with toilsome careI ponder with just fear what chance may fall,weighing it well. Thy father Daunus' throne,and many a city by thy sword subdued,are still thy own. Latinus also boastsmuch golden treasure and a liberal hand.Other unwedded maids of noble stemin Latium and Laurentine land are found.Permit me, then, to tell thee without guilethings hard to utter; let them deeply fillthy listening soul. My sacred duty 'twasto plight my daughter's hand to nonesoe'erof all her earlier wooers—so declaredthe gods and oracles; but overcomeby love of thee, by thy dear, kindred blood,and by the sad eyes of my mournful Queen,I shattered every bond; I snatched awaythe plighted maiden from her destined lord,and took up impious arms. What evil caseupon that deed ensued, what hapless wars,thou knowest, since thyself dost chiefly bearthe cruel burden. In wide-ranging fighttwice-conquered, our own city scarce upholdsthe hope of Italy. Yon Tiber's wavestill runs warm with my people's blood; the plainsfar round us glisten with their bleaching bones.Why tell it o'er and o'er? What maddening dreamperverts my mind? If after Turnus slainI must for friendship of the Trojan sue,were it not better to suspend the fraywhile Turnus lives? For what will be the wordof thy Rutulian kindred—yea, of allItalia, if to death I give thee o'er—(Which Heaven avert!) because thou fain wouldst winmy daughter and be sworn my friend and son?Bethink thee what a dubious work is war;have pity on thy father's reverend years,who even now thy absence daily mournsin Ardea, his native land and thine.”But to this pleading Turnus' frenzied soulyields not at all, but rather blazes forthmore wildly, and his fever fiercer burnsbeneath the healer's hand. In answer he,soon as his passion gathered voice, began:“This keen solicitude for love of me,I pray, good sire, for love of me put by!And let me traffic in the just exchangeof death for glory. This right hand, O King,can scatter shafts not few, nor do I wielduntempered steel. Whene'er I make a woundblood follows. For my foeman when we meetwill find no goddess-mother near, with handto hide him in her woman's skirt of cloud,herself in dim, deluding shade concealed.”
Olli sedato respondit corde Latinus:“O praestans animi iuvenis, quantum ipse feroci”“virtute exsuperas, tanto me impensius aequum est”“consulere atque omnis metuentem expendere casus.”“Sunt tibi regna patris Dauni, sunt oppida capta”“multa manu, nec non aurumque animusque Latino est;”“sunt aliae innuptae Latio et Laurentibus arvis,”“nec genus indecores. Sine me haec haud mollia fatu”“sublatis aperire dolis, simul hoc animo hauri.”“Me natam nulli veterum sociare procorum”“fas erat, idque omnes divique hominesque canebant.”“Victus amore tui, cognato sanguine victus”“coniugis et maestae lacrumis, vincla omnia rupi:”“promissam eripui genero, arma impia sumpsi.”“Ex illo qui me casus, quae, Turne, sequantur”“bella, vides, quantos primus patiare labores.”“Bis magna victi pugna vix urbe tuemur”“spes Italas; recalent nostro Thybrina fluenta”“sanguine adhuc campique ingentes ossibus albent.”“Quo referor totiens? Quae mentem insania mutat?”“Si Turno exstincto socios sum adscire paratus,”“cur non incolumi potius certamina tollo?”“Quid consanguinei Rutuli, quid cetera dicet”“Italia, ad mortem si te—Fors dicta refutet!—”“prodiderim, natam et conubia nostra petentem?”“Respice res bello varias; miserere parentis”“longaevi, quem nunc maestum patria Ardea longe”“dividit.” Haudquaquam dictis violentia Turniflectitur: exsuperat magis aegrescitque medendo.Ut primum fari potuit, sic institit ore:“Quam pro me curam geris, hanc precor, optime, pro me”“deponas letumque sinas pro laude pacisci:”“et nos tela, pater, ferrumque haud debile dextra”“spargimus; et nostro sequitur de volnere sanguis.”“longe illi dea mater erit, quae nube fugacem”“feminea tegat et vanis sese occulat umbris.”
But now the Queen, whose whole heart shrank in fearfrom these new terms of duel, wept aloud,and like one dying clasped her fiery son:“O Turnus, by these tears-if in thy heartthou honorest Amata still—O thouwho art of our distressful, dark old agethe only hope and peace, the kingly nameand glory of Latinus rests in thee;thou art the mighty prop whereon is stayedour falling house. One favor I implore:give o'er this fight with Trojans. In such strifethy destined doom is destined to be mineby the same fatal stroke. For in that hourthis hated life shall cease, nor will I lookwith slave's eyes on Aeneas as my son.”Lavinia heard her mother's voice, and tearso'erflowed her scarlet cheek, where blushes spreadlike flame along her warm, young face and brow:as when the Indian ivory must wearensanguined crimson stain, or lilies palemingled with roses seem to blush, such huesher virgin features bore; and love's desiredisturbed his breast, as, gazing on the maid,his martial passion fiercer flamed; whereonin brief speech he addressed the Queen: “No tears!No evil omen, mother, I implore!Make me no sad farewells, as I departto the grim war-god's game! Can Turnus' handdelay death's necessary coming? Go,Idmon, my herald, to the Phrygian King,and tell him this—a word not framed to please:soon as Aurora from her crimson carflushes to-morrow's sky, let him no moreagainst the Rutule lead the Teucrian line;let Teucrian swords and Rutule take repose,while with our own spilt blood we twain will makean end of war; on yonder mortal fieldlet each man woo Lavinia for his bride.”
At regina, nova pugnae conterrita sorte,flebat et ardentem generum monitura tenebat:“Turne, per has ego te lacrimas, per siquis Amatae”“tangit honos animum (spes tu nunc una, senectae”“tu requies miserae, decus imperiumque Latini”“te penes, in te omnis domus inclinata recumbit).”“unum oro: desiste manum committere Teucris.”“Qui te cumque manent isto certamine casus,”“et me, Turne, manent: simul haec invisa relinquam”“lumina nec generum Aenean captiva videbo.”Accepit vocem lacrimis Lavinia matrisflagrantis perfusa genas, quoi plurimus ignemsubiecit rubor et calefacta per ora cucurrit.Indum sanguineo veluti violaverit ostrosiquis ebur, aut mixta rubent ubi lilia multaalba rosa: talis virgo dabat ore colores.Illum turbat amor, figitque in virgine voltus:ardet in arma magis paucisque adfatur Amatam.“Ne, quaeso, ne me lacrimis neve omine tanto”“prosequere in duri certamina Martis euntem,”“O mater; neque enim Turno mora libera mortis.”“Nuntius haec Idmon Phrygio mea dicta tyranno”“haud placitura refer: cum primum crastina caelo”“puniceis invecta rotis Aurora rubebit,”“non Teucros agat in Rutulos, Teucrum arma quiescant”“et Rutuli; nostro dirimamus sanguine bellum,”“illo quaeratur coniunx Lavinia campo.”
So saying, he hied him to his lordly halls,summoned his steeds, and with pleased eye surveyedtheir action proud: them Orithyia, brideof Boreas, to Sire Pilumnus gave,which in their whiteness did surpass the snowin speed the wind. The nimble charioteersstood by and smote with hollowed hand and palmthe sounding chests, or combed the necks and manes.But he upon his kingly shoulders claspedhis corselet, thick o'erlaid with blazoned goldand silvery orichalch; he fitted himwith falchion, shield, and helm of purple plume,that falchion which the Lord of Fire had madefor Daunus, tempering in the Stygian wavewhen white it glowed; next grasped he the good spearwhich leaned its weight against a column tallin the mid-court, Auruncan Actor's spoil,and waved it wide in air with mighty cry:“O spear, that ne'er did fail me when I called,the hour is come! Once mighty Actor's hand,but now the hand of Turnus is thy lord.Grant me to strike that carcase to the ground,and with strong hand the corselet rip and rendfrom off that Phrygian eunuch: let the dustbefoul those tresses, tricked to curl so finewith singeing steel and sleeked with odorous oil.”Such frenzy goads him: his impassioned browis all on flame, the wild eyes flash with fire.Thus, bellowing loud before the fearful fray,some huge bull proves the fury of his horns,pushing against a tree-trunk; his swift thrustswould tear the winds in pieces; while his hoofstoss up the turf and sand, rehearsing war.
Haec ubi dicta dedit rapidusque in tecta recessit.poscit equos gaudetque tuens ante ora frementis,Pilumno quos ipsa decus dedit Orithyia,qui candore nives anteirent, cursibus auras.Circumstant properi aurigae manibusque lacessuntpectora plausa cavis et colla comantia pectunt.Ipse dehinc auro squalentem alboque orichalcocircumdat loricam umeris; simul aptat habendoensemque clipeumque et rubrae cornua cristae.ensem, quem Dauno ignipotens deus ipse parentifecerat et Stygia candentem tinxerat unda.Exin quae mediis ingenti adnixa columnaeaedibus adstabat, validam vi corripit hastam,Actoris Aurunci spolium, quassatque trementemvociferans: “Nunc, O numquam frustrata vocatus”“hasta meos, nunc tempus adest: te maximus Actor”“te Turni nunc dextra gerit. Da sternere corpus”“loricamque manu valida lacerare revulsam”“semiviri Phrygis et foedare in pulvere crinis”“vibratos calido ferro murraque madentis.”His agitur furiis; totoque ardentis ab orescintillae absistunt, oculis micat acribus ignis:mugitus veluti cum prima in proelia taurusterrificos ciet atque irasci in cornua temptat,arboris obnixus trunco, ventosque lacessitictibus aut sparsa ad pugnam proludit harena.
That self-same day with aspect terribleAeneas girt him in the wondrous armshis mother gave; made sharp his martial steel,and roused his heart to ire; though glad was heto seal such truce and end the general war.Then he spoke comfort to his friends; and soothedIulus' fear, unfolding Heaven's intent;but on Latinus bade his heralds layunyielding terms and laws of peace impose.
Nec minus interea maternis saevos in armisAeneas acuit Martem et se suscitat ira,oblato gaudens componi foedere bellum,tum socios maestique metum solatur Iuli,fata docens, regique iubet responsa Latinocerta referre viros et pacis dicere leges.
Soon as the breaking dawn its glory threwalong the hills, and from the sea's profoundleaped forth the horses of the sun-god's car,from lifted nostrils breathing light and fire,then Teucrian and Rutulian measured outa place for duel, underneath the wallsof the proud city. In the midst were setaltars of turf and hearth-stones burning brightin honor of their common gods. Some broughtpure waters and the hallowed flame, their thighsin priestly skirt arrayed, and reverend browswith vervain bound. Th' Ausonians, spear in hand,out from the city's crowded portals movedin ordered column: next the Trojans all,with Tuscan host in various martial guise,equipped with arms of steel, as if they heardstern summons to the fight. Their captains, too,emerging from the multitude, in prideof gold and purple, hurried to and fro:Mnestheus of royal stem, Asilas brave;and Neptune's offspring, tamer of the steed,Messapus. Either host, at signal given,to its own ground retiring, fixed in earththe long shafts of the spears and stacked the shields.Then eagerly to tower and rampart flythe women, the infirm old men, the throngof the unarmed, and sit them there at gaze,or on the columned gates expectant stand.
Postera vix summos spargebat lumine montisorta dies, cum primum alto se gurgite tolluntsolis equi lucemque elatis naribus efflant:campum ad certamen magnae sub moenibus urbisdimensi Rutulique viri Teucrique parabantin medioque focos et dis communibus arasgramineas. Alii fontemque ignemque ferebant,velati limo et verbena tempora vincti.Procedit legio Ausonidum, pilataque plenisagmina se fundunt portis. Hinc Troïus omnisTyrrhenusque ruit variis exercitus armis,haud secus instructi ferro, quam si aspera Martispugna vocet; nec non mediis in milibus ipsiductores auro volitant ostroque decori,et genus Assaraci Mnestheus et fortis Asilaset Messapus equum domitor, Neptunia proles.Utque dato signo spatia in sua quisque recessit,defigunt tellure hastas et scuta reclinant.Tum studio effusae matres et volgus inermuminvalidique senes turris ac tecta domorumobsedere, alii portis sublimibus adstant.
But Juno, peering from that summit proudwhich is to-day the Alban (though that timenor name nor fame the hallowed mountain knew),surveyed the plain below and fair arrayof Trojan and Laurentine, by the wallsof King Latinus. Whereupon straightwaywith Turnus' sister she began converse,goddess with goddess; for that nymph divineo'er Alba's calm lakes and loud rivers reigns;Jove, the high monarch of th' ethereal sky,gave her such glory when he stole awayher virgin zone. “O nymph“, she said, “who artthe pride of flowing streams, and much belovedof our own heart! thou knowest thou alonehast been my favorite of those Latin maidsthat to proud Jove's unthankful bed have climbed;and willingly I found thee place and sharein our Olympian realm. So blame not me,but hear, Juturna, what sore grief is thine:while chance and destiny conceded aughtof strength to Latium's cause, I shielded wellboth Turnus and thy city's wall; but nowI see our youthful champion make his warwith fates adverse. The Parcae's day of doomimplacably impends. My eyes refuseto Iook upon such fight, such fatal league.If for thy brother's life thou couldst be boldto venture some swift blow, go, strike it now!'T is fit and fair! Some issue fortunatemay tread on sorrow's heel.” She scarce had said,when rained the quick tears from Juturna's eyes.Three times and yet again her desperate handsmote on her comely breast. But Juno cried,“No tears to-day! But haste thee, haste and findwhat way, if way there be, from clutch of deathto tear thy brother free; arouse the war;their plighted peace destroy. I grant thee leavesuch boldness to essay.” With this commandshe left the nymph dismayed and grieving sore.
At Iuno e summo, qui nunc Albanus habetur,tum neque nomen erat nec honos aut gloria monti,prospiciens tumulo campum aspectabat et ambasLaurentum Troumque acies urbemque Latini.Extemplo Turni sic est adfata sororemdiva deam, stagnis quae fluminibusque sonorispraesidet (hunc illi rex aetheris altus honoremIuppiter erepta pro virginitate sacravit):“Nympha, decus fluviorum, animo gratissima nostro,”“scis ut te cunctis unam, quaecumque Latinae”“magnanimi Iovis ingratum ascendere cubile,”“praetulerim caelique lubens in parte locarim:”“disce tuum, ne me incuses, Iuturna, dolorem.”“Qua visa est Fortuna pati Parcaeque sinebant”“cedere res Latio, Turnum et tua moenia texi:”“nunc iuvenem imparibus video concurrere fatis,”“Parcarumque dies et vis inimica propinquat.”“Non pugnam aspicere hanc oculis, non foedera possum.”“Tu pro germano siquid praesentius audes,”“perge: decet. Forsan miseros meliora sequentur.”Vix ea, cum lacrimas oculis Iuturna profuditterque quaterque manu pectus percussit honestum.“Non lacrumis hoc tempus,” ait Saturnia Iuno:“Adcelera et fratrem, siquis modus, eripe morti,”“aut tu bella cie conceptumque excute foedus:”“auctor ego audendi.” Sic exhortata reliquitincertam et tristi turbatam volnere mentis.
Meanwhile the kings ride forth: Latinus first,looming tall-statured from his four-horse car;twelve rays of gold encircle his bright brow,sign of the sun-god, his progenitor;next Turnus, driving snow-white steeds, is seen,—two bread-tipped javelins in his hand he bears;Aeneas, of Rome's blood the source and sire,with star-bright shield and panoply divine,far-shining comes; Ascanius by his side—of Roman greatness the next hope is he.To camp they rode, where, garbed in blameless white,with youngling swine and two-year sheep unshorn,the priest before the flaming altars drovehis flock and offering: to the rising sunall eyes are lifted, as with careful handthe salted meal is scattered, while with knivesthey mark each victim's brow, outpouring winefrom shallow bowls, the sacrifice to bless.
Interea reges, ingenti mole Latinusquadriiugo vehitur curru, cui tempora circumaurati bis sex radii fulgentia cingunt,Solis avi specimen; bigis it Turnus in albis,bina manu lato crispans hastilia ferro;hinc pater Aeneas, Romanae stirpis origo,sidereo flagrans clipeo et caelestibus armis,et iuxta Ascanius, magnae spes altera Romae,procedunt castris, puraque in veste sacerdossaetigeri fetum suis intonsamque bidentemadtulit admovitque pecus flagrantibus aris.Illi ad surgentem conversi lumina solemdant fruges manibus salsas et tempora ferrosumma notant pecudum paterisque altaria libant.
Then good Aeneas, his sword drawn, put forththis votive prayer: “O Sun in heaven; and thou,Italia, for whom such toils I bear,be witness of my orison. On thee,Father omnipotent, I call; on thee,his Queen Saturnia,—now may she bemore gracious to my prayer! O glorious Mars,beneath whose godhead and paternityall wars begin and end, on thee I call;hail, all ye river-gods and haunted springs;hail, whatsoever gods have seat of awein yonder distant sky, and ye whose poweris in the keeping of the deep, blue sea:if victory to Ausonian Turnus fall,then let my vanquished people take its wayunto Evander's city! From these plainsIulus shall retire—so stands the bond;nor shall the Trojans with rebellious swordbring after-trouble on this land and King.But if on arms of ours success shall shine,as I doubt not it shall (may gods on hightheir will confirm!), I purpose not to chainItalian captive unto Teucrian lord,nor seek I kingly power. Let equal lawsunite in federation without endthe two unconquered nations; both shall sharemy worshipped gods. Latinus, as my sire,shall keep his sword, and as my sire receiveinviolable power. The Teucriansshall build my stronghold, but our citadelshall bear forevermore Lavinia's name.”
Tum pius Aeneas stricto sic ense precatur:“Esto nunc Sol testis et haec mihi Terra vocanti,”“quam propter tantos potui perferre labores,”“et pater omnipotens et tu Saturnia coniunx,”“iam melior, iam, diva, precor, tuque inclute Mavors,”“cuncta tuo qui bella, pater, sub numine torques;”“fontisque fluviosque voco, quaeque aetheris alti”“religio et quae caeruleo sunt numina ponto:”“cesserit Ausonio si fors victoria Turno,”“convenit Evandri victos discedere ad urbem,”“cedet Iulus agris, nec post arma ulla rebelles”“Aeneadae referent ferrove haec regna lacessent,”“sin nostrum adnuerit nobis Victoria Martem”“(ut potius reor et potius di numine firment),”“non ego nec Teucris Italos parere iubebo”“nec mihi regna peto: paribus se legibus ambae”“invictae gentes aeterna in foedera mittant.”“Sacra deosque dabo; socer arma Latinus habeto,”“imperium sollemne socer; mihi moenia Teucri”“constituent, urbique dabit Lavinia nomen.”
Aeneas thus: then with uplifted eyesLatinus swore, his right hand raised to heaven:“I too, Aeneas, take the sacred vow.By earth and sea and stars in heaven I swear,by fair Latona's radiant children twain,and two-browed Janus; by the shadowy powersof Hades and th' inexorable shrinesof the Infernal King; and may Jove hear,who by his lightnings hallows what is sworn!I touch these altars, and my lips invokethe sacred altar-fires that 'twixt us burn:we men of Italy will make this peaceinviolate, and its bond forever keep,let come what will; there is no power can changemy purpose, not if ocean's waves o'erwhelmthe world in billowy deluge and obscurethe bounds of heaven and hell. We shall remainimmutable as my smooth sceptre is“(By chance a sceptre in his hand he bore),“which wears no more light leaf or branching shade;for long since in the grove 't was plucked awayfrom parent stem, and yielded to sharp steelits leaves and limbs; erewhile 't was but a tree,till the wise craftsman with fair sheath of bronzeencircled it and laid it in the handsof Latium's royal sires.” With words like thesethey swore the bond, in the beholding eyesof gathered princes. Then they slit the throatsof hallowed victims o'er the altar's blaze,drew forth the quivering vitals, and with fleshon loaded chargers heaped the sacrifice.
Sic prior Aeneas; sequitur sic deinde Latinussuspiciens caelum tenditque ad sidera dextram:“Haec eadem, Aenea, terram mare sidera iuro”“Latonaeque genus duplex Ianumque bifrontem”“vimque deum infernam et duri sacraria Ditis;”“audiat haec genitor, qui foedera fulmine sancit.”“Tango aras, medios ignis et numina testor:”“nulla dies pacem hanc Italis nec foedera rumpet,”“quo res cumque cadent; nec me vis ulla volentem”“avertet, non, si tellurem effundat in undas”“diluvio miscens caelumque in Tartara solvat;”“ut sceptrum hoc” (dextra sceptrum nam forte gerebat)“numquam fronde levi fundet virgulta nec umbras,”“cum semel in silvis imo de stirpe recisum”“matre caret posuitque comas et bracchia ferro,”“olim arbos, nunc artificis manus aere decoro”“inclusit patribusque dedit gesture gestare Latinis.”Talibus inter se firmabant foedera dictisconspectu in medio procerum. Tum rite sacratasin flammam iugulant pecudes et viscera viviseripiunt cumulantque oneratis lancibus aras.
But to Rutulian eyes th' approaching joustseemed all ill-matched; and shifting hopes and fearsdisturbed their hearts the closer they surveyedth' unequal risks: still worse it was to seehow Turnus, silent and with downcast eyes,dejectedly drew near the place of prayer,worn, pale, and wasted in his youthful bloom.The nymph Juturna, with a sister's fear,noted the growing murmur, and perceivedhow all the people's will did shift and change;she went from rank to rank, feigning the shapeof Camers, scion of illustrious line,with heritage of valor, and himselfdauntless in war; unceasingly she ranfrom rank to rank, spreading with skilful tongueopinions manifold, and thus she spoke:“Will ye not blush, Rutulians, so to stakeone life for many heroes? Are we nottheir match in might and numbers? O, beholdthose Trojan sons of Heaven making leaguewith exiled Arcady; see Tuscan hordesstorming at Turnus. Yet we scarce could findone foe apiece, forsooth, if we should darefight them with half our warriors. Of a truthyour champion brave shall to those gods ascendbefore whose altars his great heart he vows;and lips of men while yet on earth he stayswill spread his glory far. Ourselves, instead,must crouch to haughty masters, and resignthis fatherland upon whose fruitful fieldswe dwell at ease.”
At vero Rutulis inpar ea pugna videriiamdudum et vario misceri pectora motu;tum magis, ut propius cernunt non viribus aequis.Adiuvat incessu tacito progressus et aramsuppliciter venerans demisso lumine Turnustabentesque genae et iuvenali in corpore pallor.Quem simul ac Iuturna soror crebrescere viditsermonem et volgi variare labantia corda,in medias acies, formam adsimulata Camerti,cui genus a proavis ingens clarumque paternaenomen erat virtutis, et ipse acerrimus armis,in medias dat sese acies haud nescia rerumrumoresque serit varios ac talia fatur:“Non pudet, O Rutuli, pro cunctis talibus unam”“obiectare animam? Numerone an viribus aequi”“non sumus? En omnes et Troes et Arcades hi sunt”“fatalesque manus, infensa Etruria Turno:”“vix hostem, alterni si congrediamur, habemus.”“Ille quidem ad superos, quorum se devovet aris,”“succedet fama vivusque per ora feretur:”“nos patria amissa dominis parere superbis”“cogemur, qui nunc lenti consedimus arvis.”
So speaking, she inflamedthe warriors' minds, and through the legions ranincreasing whisper; the Laurentine hostand even Latium wavered. Those who lateprayed but for rest and safety, clamored loudfor arms, desired annulment of the league,and pitied Turnus' miserable doom.Whereon Juturna tried a mightier stroke,a sign from heaven, which more than all besideconfused the Latins and deceived their heartswith prodigy. For through the flaming skiesJove's golden eagle swooped, and scattered fara clamorous tribe of river-haunting birds;then, swiftly to the waters falling, seizedone noble swan, which with keen, curving clawshe ruthless bore away: th' Italians allwatched eagerly, while the loud-screaming flockwheeled upward (wondrous sight!), with host of wingsshadowed the sky, and in a legion-cloudchased through the air the foe; till, overborneby heavier odds, the eagle from his clawsflung back his victim to the waves, and fledto the dim, distant heaven.
Talibus incensa est iuvenum sententia dictisiam magis atque magis, serpitque per agmina murmur;ipsi Laurentes mutati ipsique Latini.Qui sibi iam requiem pugnae rebusque salutemsperabant, nunc arma volunt foedusque precanturinfectum et Turni sortem miserantur iniquam.His aliud maius Iuturna adiungit et altodat signum caelo, quo non praesentius ullumturbavit mentes Italas monstroque fefellit.Namque volans rubra fulvus Iovis ales in aethralitoreas agitabat aves turbamque sonantemagminis aligeri, subito cum lapsus ad undascycnum excellentem pedibus rapit improbus uncis.Adrexere animos Itali, cunctaeque volucresconvertunt clamore fugam, mirabile visu,aetheraque obscurant pennis hostemque per aurasfacta nube premunt, donec vi victus et ipsopondere defecit, praedamque ex unguibus alesproiecit fluvio penitusque in nubila fugit.
The Rutules thenhailed the good omen with consenting cry,and grasped the sword and shield. Tolumniusthe augur spake first: “Lo, the sign I soughtwith many a prayer! I welcome and obeythe powers divine. Take me for captain, me!And draw your swords, ye wretches, whom th' assaultof yonder foreign scoundrel puts in fearlike feeble birds, and with his violencelays waste your shore. He too shall fly away,spreading his ships' wings on the distant seas.Close up your ranks—one soul in all our breasts!Defend in open war your stolen King.”So saying, he hurled upon th' opposing foehis javelin, running forward. The strong shaftof corner whistled shrill, and clove the airunerring. Instantly vast clamor rose,and all th' onlookers at the spectacleleaped up amazed, and every heart beat high.The spear sped flying to the foeman's line,where stood nine goodly brethren, pledges allof one true Tuscan mother to her lord,Gylippus of Arcadia; it struck fullon one of these at his gold-belted waist,and where the clasp clung, pierced the rib clean through.And stretched the fair youth in his glittering armsfull length and lifeless on the yellow sand.His brothers then, bold band to wrath arousedby sorrow, seize the sword or snatch the spearand blindly charge. Opposing them, the hostLaurentine makes advance, and close-arrayedthe Trojans like a torrent pour, enforcedby Tuscans and the gay-accoutred clansof Arcady. One passion moved in allto try the judgment of the sword. They torethe altars down: a very storm of spearsrose angrily to heaven, in iron raindown-pouring: while the priests bore far awaythe sacrificial bowls and sacred fires.Even Latinus fled; his stricken godsfar from his violated oath he bore.
Tum vero augurium Rutuli clamore salutantexpediuntque manus; primusque Tolumnius augur“Hoc erat, hoc, votis,” inquit, “quod saepe petivi.”“Adcipio adgnoscoque deos; me, me duce ferrum”“corripite, O miseri, quos improbus advena bello”“territat invalidas ut aves et litora vestra”“vi populat: petet ille fugam penitusque profundo”“vela dabit. Vos unanimi densete catervas”“et regem vobis pugna defendite raptum.”Dixit et adversos telum contorsit in hostisprocurrens: sonitum dat stridula cornus et aurascerta secat. Simul hoc, simul ingens clamor et omnesturbati cunei calefactaque corda tumultu.Hasta volans, ut forte novem pulcherrima fratrumcorpora constiterant contra, quos fida crearatuna tot Arcadio coniunx Tyrrhena Gylippo,horum unum ad medium, teritur qua sutilis alvobalteus et laterum iuncturas fibula mordetegregium forma iuvenem et fulgentibus armistransadigit costas fulvaque effundit harena.At fratres, animosa phalanx accensaque luctu,pars, gladios stringunt manibus, pars missile ferrumcorripiunt caecique ruunt. Quos agmina contraprocurrunt Laurentum, hinc densi rursus inundantTroes Agyllinique et pictis Arcades armis:sic omnis amor unus habet decernere ferro.Diripuere aras, it toto turbida caelotempestas telorum ac ferreus ingruit imber,craterasque focosque ferunt. Fugit ipse Latinuspulsatos referens infecto foedere divos.
Some leaped to horse or chariot and rodewith naked swords in air. Messapus, wildto break the truce, assailed the Tuscan King,Aulestes, dressed in kingly blazon fair,with fearful shock of steeds; the Tuscan droppedhelplessly backward, striking as he fellhis head and shoulders on the altar-stonethat lay behind him. But Messapus flew,infuriate, a javelin in his hand,and, towering o'er the suppliant, smote him strongwith the great beam-like spear, and loudly cried:“Down with him! Ah! no common victim heto give the mighty gods!” Italia's mendespoiled the dead man ere his limbs were cold.Then Corynaeus snatched a burning brandout of the altar, and as Ebysuscame toward him for to strike, he hurled the flamefull in his face: the big beard quickly blazedwith smell of singeing; while the warrior boldstrode over him, and seized with firm left handhis quailing foe's Iong hair; then with one kneehe pushed and strained, compelled him to the `ground—and struck straight at his heart with naked steel.The shepherd Alsus in the foremost linecame leaping through the spears; when o'er him toweredhuge Podalirius with a flashing swordin close pursuit; the mighty battle-axeclove him with swinging stroke from brow to chin,and spilt along his mail the streaming gore:so stern repose and iron slumber fellupon that shepherd's eyes, and sealed their gazein endless night.
Infrenant alii currus aut corpora saltusubiciunt in equos et strictis ensibus adsunt.Messapus regem regisque insigne gerentem,Tyrrhenum Aulesten, avidus confundere foedus,adverso proterret equo: ruit ille recedenset miser oppositis a tergo involvitur arisin caput inque umeros. At fervidus advolat hastaMessapus teloque orantem multa trabalidesuper altus equo graviter ferit atque ita fatur:“Hoc habet, haec melior magnis data victima divis.”Concurrunt Itali spoliantque calentia membra.Obvius ambustum torrem Corynaeus ab aracorripit et venienti Ebuso plagamque ferentioccupat os flammis: olli ingens barba reluxitnidoremque ambusta dedit. Super ipse secutuscaesariem laeva turbati corripit hostisinpressoque genu nitens terrae adplicat ipsum:sic rigido latus ense ferit. Podalirius Alsumpastorem primaque acie per tela ruentem,ense sequens nudo superimminet: ille securiadversi frontem mediam mentumque reductadisicit et sparso late rigat arma cruore.Olli dura quies oculos et ferreus urgetsomnus, in aeternam conduntur lumina noctem.
But good Aeneas nowstretched forth his unarmed hand, and all unhelmedthus Ioudly to his people called: “What meansthis frantic stir, this quarrel rashly bold?Recall your martial rage! The pledge is givenand all its terms agreed. 'T is only Ido lawful battle here. So let me forth,and tremble not. My own hand shall confirmthe solemn treaty. For these rites consignTurnus to none but me.” Yet while he spoke,behold, a winged arrow, hissing loud,the hero pierced; but what bold hand impelledits whirling speed, none knew; nor if it werechance or some power divine that brought this fameupon Rutulia; for the glorious deedwas covered o'er with silence: none would boastan arrow guilty of Aeneas' wound.When Turnus saw Aeneas from the lineretreating, and the captains in dismay,with sudden hope he burned: he called for steeds,for arms, and, leaping to his chariot,rode insolently forth, the reins in hand.Many strong heroes he dispatched to die,as on he flew, and many stretched half-dead,or from his chariot striking, or from farraining his javelins on the recreant foe.As Mars, forth-speeding by the wintry streamof Hebrus, smites his sanguinary shieldand whips the swift steeds to the front of war,who, flying past the winds of eve and morn,scour the wide champaign; the bounds of Thracebeneath their hoof-beats thunder; the dark shapesof Terror, Wrath, and Treachery move onin escort of the god: in such grim guisebold Turnus lashed into the fiercest frayhis streaming steeds, that pitiful to seetrod down the slaughtered foe; each flying hoofscattered a bloody dew; their path was laidin mingled blood and sand. To death he flungPholus and Sthenelus and Thamyris:two smitten in close fight and one from far:also from far he smote with fatal spearGlaucus and Lades, the Imbrasidae,whom Imbrasus himself in Lycia bred,and honored them with arms of equal skillwhen grappling with a foe, or o'er the fieldspeeding a war-horse faster than the wind.
At pius Aeneas dextram tendebat inermemnudato capite atque suos clamore vocabat:“Quo ruitis? Quaeve ista repens discordia surgit?”“O cohibete iras! Ictum iam foedus et omnes”“compositae leges; mihi ius concurrere soli;”“me sinite atque auferte metus; ego foedera faxo”“firma manu; Turnum debent haec iam mihi sacra.”Has inter voces, media inter talia verbaecce viro stridens alis adlapsa sagitta estincertum qua pulsa manu, quo turbine adacta,quis tantam Rutulis laudem, casusne deusne,adtulerit: pressa est insignis gloria facti.nec sese Aeneae iactavit vulnere quisquam.Turnus ut Aenean cedentem ex agmine viditturbatosque duces, subita spe fervidus ardet:poscit equos atque arma simul saltuque superbusemicat in currum et manibus molitur habenas.Multa virum volitans dat fortia corpora Leto,semineces volvit multos aut agmina curruproterit aut raptas fugientibus ingerit hastas.Qualis apud gelidi cum flumina concitus Hebrisanguineus Mavors clipeo increpat atque furentisbella movens immittit equos; illi aequore apertoante Notos Zephyrumque volant; gemit ultima pulsuThraca pedum; circumque atrae Formidinis oraIraeque Insidiaeque, dei comitatus, aguntur:talis equos alacer media inter proelia Turnusfumantis sudore quatit, miserabile caesishostibus insultans; spargit rapida ungula roressanguineos, mixtaque cruor calcatur harena.Iamque neci Sthenelumque dedit Thamyrumque Pholumque,hunc congressus et hunc, illum eminus; eminus amboImbrasidas, Glaucum atque Laden, quos Imbrasus ipsenutrierat Lycia paribusque ornaverat armis,vel conferre manum vel equo praevertere ventos.
Elsewhere Eumedes through a throng of foesto battle rode, the high-born Dolon's child,famous in war, who bore his grandsire's name,but seemed in might and courage like his sire:that prince, who reconnoitring crept so nearthe Argive camp, he dared to claim for spoilthe chariot of Achilles; but that daygreat Diomed for such audacious deedpaid wages otherwise,—and he no moredreamed to possess the steeds of Peleus' son.When Turnus recognized in open fieldthis warrior, though far, he aimed and flunghis javelin through the spacious air; then stayedhis coursers twain, and, leaping from his car,found the wretch helpless fallen; so planted hehis foot upon his neck, and from his handwrested the sword and thrust it glitteringdeep in the throat, thus taunting as he slew:“There's land for thee, thou Trojan! Measure thereth' Hesperian provinces thy sword would find.Such reward will I give to all who daredraw steel on me; such cities they shall build.”To bear him company his spear laid lowAsbutes, Sybaris, Thersilochus,Chloreus and Dares, and Thymoetes thrownsheer off the shoulders of his balking steed.As when from Thrace the north wind thunders downthe vast Aegean, flinging the swift floodagainst the shore, and where his blasts assailthe cloudy cohorts vanish out of heaven:so before Turnus, where his path he clove,the lines fell back, the wheeling legions fled.The warrior's own wild impulse swept him on,and every wind that o'er his chariot blewshook out his plume in air. But such advanceso bold, so furious, Phegeus could not brook,but, fronting the swift chariot's path, he seizedthe foam-flecked bridles of its coursers wild,while from the yoke his body trailed and swung;the broad lance found his naked side, and torehis double corselet, pricking lightly throughthe outer flesh; but he with lifted shieldstill fought his foe and thrust with falchion bare;but the fierce pace of whirling wheel and poleflung him down prone, and stretched him on the plain.Then Turnus, aiming with relentless swordbetween the corselet's edge and helmet's rimstruck off his whole head, leaving on the sandsthe mutilated corpse.
Parte alia media Eumedes in proelia fertur,antiqui proles bello praeclara Dolonis,nomine avum referens, animo manibusque parentem,qui quondam, castra ut Danaum speculator adiret,ausus Pelidae pretium sibi poscere currus;illum Tydides alio pro talibus ausisadfecit pretio, nec equis adspirat Achillis.Hunc procul ut campo Turnus prospexit aperto,ante levi iaculo longum per inane secutussistit equos biiugis et curru desilit atquesemianimi lapsoque supervenit et pede colloimpresso dextrae mucronem extorquet et altofulgentem tinguit iugulo atque haec insuper addit:“En agros et quam bello, Troiane, petisti,”“Hesperiam metire iacens: haec praemia qui me”“ferro ausi temptare ferunt, sic moenia condunt.”Huic comitem Asbyten coniecta cuspide mittit.Chloreaque Sybarimque Daretaque Thersilochumqueet sternacis equi lapsum cervice Thymoeten.Ac velut Edoni Boreae cum spiritus altoinsonat Aegaeo sequiturque ad litora fluctus,qua venti incubuere, fugam dant nubila caelo:sic Turno, quacumque viam secat, agmina ceduntconversaeque ruunt acies; fert impetus ipsum,et cristam adverso curru quatit aura volantem.Non tulit instantem Phegeus animisque frementem:obiecit sese ad currum et spumantia frenisora citatorum dextra detorsit equorum.Dum trahitur pendetque iugis, hunc lata retectumlancea consequitur rumpitque infixa bilicemloricam et summum degustat volnere corpus.Ille tamen clipeo obiecto conversus in hostemibat et auxilium ducto mucrone petebat:cum rota praecipitem et procursu concitus axisimpulit effunditque solo, Turnusque secutusimam inter galeam summi thoracis et orasabstulit ense caput truncumque reliquit harenae.
While thus afieldvictorious Turnus dealt out death and doom,Mnestheus, Achates true, and by their sideAscanius, have carried to the campAeneas, gashed and bleeding, whose long lancesustained his limping step. With fruitless ragehe struggled with the spear-head's splintered barb,and bade them help him by the swiftest wayto carve the wound out with a sword, to ripthe clinging weapon forth, and send him backto meet the battle. Quickly to his sidecame Iapyx, dear favorite and friendof Phoebus, upon whom the god bestowedhis own wise craft and power, Iove-impelled.The gifts of augury were given, and song,with arrows of swift wing: he when his sirewas carried forth to die, deferred the doomfor many a day, by herbs of virtue knownto leechcraft; and without reward or praisehis silent art he plied. Aeneas stood,bitterly grieving, propped upon his spear;a throng of warriors were near him, andIulus, sorrowing. The aged mangathered his garments up as leeches do,and with skilled hand and Phoebus' herbs of powerbustled in vain; in vain his surgerypried at the shaft, and with a forceps strongseized on the buried barb. But Fortune gaveno remedy, nor did Apollo aidhis votary. So more and more grim fearstalks o'er the field of war, and nearer hiesthe fatal hour; the very heavens are dust;the horsemen charge, and in the midmost campa rain of javelins pours. The dismal cryof men in fierce fight, and of men who fallbeneath relentless Mars, rends all the air.
Atque ea dum campis victor dat funera Turnus,interea Aenean Mnestheus et fidus AchatesAscaniusque comes castris statuere cruentum,alternos longa nitentem cuspide gressus.Saevit et infracta luctatur arundine telumeripere auxilioque viam, quae proxima, poscitense secent lato vulnus telique latebramrescindant penitus seseque in bella remittant.Iamque aderat Phoebo ante alios dilectus IapyxIasides, acri quondam cui captus amoreipse suas artes, sua munera, laetus Apolloaugurium citharamque dabat celerisque sagittas.Ille ut depositi proferret fata parentis,scire potestates herbarum usumque medendimaluit et mutas agitare inglorius artes.Stabat acerba fremens, ingentem nixus in hastamAeneas magno iuvenum et maerentis Iuliconcursu, lacrimis immobilis. Ille retortoPaeonium in morem senior succinctus amictumulta manu medica Phoebique potentibus herbisnequiquam trepidat, nequiquam spicula dextrasollicitat prensatque tenaci forcipe ferrum.Nulla viam Fortuna regit, nihil auctor Apollosubvenit; et saevus campis magis ac magis horrorcrebrescit propiusque malum est. Iam pulvere caelumstare vident: subeunt equites, et spicula castrisdensa cadunt mediis. It tristis ad aethera clamorbellantum iuvenum et duro sub Marte cadentum.
Then Venus, by her offspring's guiltless woesore moved, did cull from Cretan Ida's crestsome dittany, with downy leaf and stemand flowers of purple bloom—a simple knownto mountain goats, when to their haunches clingsan arrow gone astray. This Venus brought,mantling her shape in cloud; and this she steepedin bowls of glass, infusing secretlyambrosia's healing essence and sweet dropsof fragrant panacea. Such a balmaged Iapyx poured upon the wound,though unaware; and sudden from the fleshall pain departed and the blood was staunched,while from the gash the arrow uncompelledfollowed the hand and dropped: his wonted strengthflowed freshly through the hero's frame. “Make haste!Bring forth his arms! Why tarry any more?”Iapyx shouted, being first to firetheir courage 'gainst the foe. “This thing is donenot of man's knowledge, nor by sovereign skill;nor has my hand, Aeneas, set thee free.Some mighty god thy vigor gives againfor mighty deeds.” Aeneas now put on,all fever for the fight, his golden greaves,and, brooking not delay, waved wide his spear.Soon as the corselet and the shield were boundon back and side, he clasped Ascaniusto his mailed breast, and through his helmet grimtenderly kissed his son. “My boy", he cried,“What valor is and patient, genuine toillearn thou of me; let others guide thy feetto prosperous fortune. Let this hand and sworddefend thee through the war and lead thee onto high rewards. Thou also play the man!And when thy riper vigor soon shall bloom,forget not in thy heart to ponder wellthe story of our line. Heed honor's call,like Sire Aeneas and Hector thy close kin.”
Hic Venus, indigno nati concussa dolore,dictamnum genetrix Cretaea carpit ab Ida,puberibus caulem foliis et flore comantempurpureo; non illa feris incognita caprisgramina, cum tergo volucres haesere sagittae:hoc Venus, obscuro faciem circumdata nimbo,detulit; hoc fusum labris splendentibus amneminficit occulte medicans spargitque salubrisambrosiae sucos et odoriferam panaceam.Fovit ea volnus lympha longaevus Iapyxignorans, subitoque omnis de corpore fugitquippe dolor, omnis stetit imo volnere sanguis;iamque secuta manum nullo cogente sagittaexcidit, atque novae rediere in pristina vires.“Arma citi properate viro! Quid statis?” Iapyxconclamat primusque animos adcendit in hostem.“Non haec humanis opibus, non arte magistra”“proveniunt neque te, Aenea, mea dextera servat:”“maior agit deus atque opera ad maiora remittit.”Ille avidus pugnae suras incluserat aurohinc atque hinc oditque moras hastamque coruscat.Postquam habilis lateri clipeus loricaque tergo est,Ascanium fusis circum complectitur armissummaque per galeam delibans oscula fatur:“Disce, puer, virtutem ex me verumque laborem,”“fortunam ex aliis. Nunc te mea dextera bello”“defensum dabit et magna inter praemia ducet.”“Tu facito, mox cum matura adoleverit aetas,”“sis memor, et te animo repetentem exempla tuorum”“et pater Aeneas et avunculus excitet Hector.”
After such farewell word, he from the gatesin mighty stature strode, and swung on highhis giant spear. With him in serried lineAntheus and Mnestheus moved, and all the hostfrom the forsaken fortress poured. The plainwas darkened with their dust; the startled earthshook where their footing fell. From distant hillTurnus beheld them coming, and the eyesof all Ausonia saw: a chill of fearshot through each soldier's marrow; in their vanJuturna knew full well the dreadful sound,and fled before it, shuddering. But hehurried his murky cohorts o'er the plain.As when a tempest from the riven skydrives landward o'er mid-ocean, and from farthe hearts of husbandmen, foreboding woe,quake ruefully,—for this will come and rendtheir trees asunder, kill the harvests all,and sow destruction broadcast; in its pathfly roaring winds, swift heralds of the storm:such dire approach the Trojan chieftain showedbefore his gathered foes. In close arraythey wedge their ranks about him. With a swordThymbraeus cuts huge-limbed Osiris down;Mnestheus, Arcetius; from EpuloAchates shears the head; from Ufens, Gyas;Tolumnius the augur falls, the samewho flung the first spear to the foeman's line.Uprose to heaven the cries. In panic nowthe Rutules in retreating clouds of dustscattered across the plain. Aeneas scornedeither the recreant or resisting foeto slaughter, or the men who shoot from far:for through the war-cloud he but seeks the armsof Turnus, and to single combat calls.
Haec ubi dicta dedit, portis sese extulit ingens,telum immane manu quatiens; simul agmine densoAntheusque Mnestheusque ruunt omnisque relictisturba fluit castris: tum caeco pulvere campusmiscetur pulsuque pedum tremit excita tellus.Vidit ab adverso venientis aggere Turnus,videre Ausonii, gelidusque per ima cucurritossa tremor: prima ante omnis Iuturna Latinosaudiit adgnovitque sonum et tremefacta refugit.Ille volat campoque atrum rapit agmen aperto.Qualis ubi ad terras abrupto sidere nimbusit mare per medium; miseris heu praescia longehorrescunt corda agricolis, dabit ille ruinasarboribus stragemque satis, ruet omnia late;ante volant sonitumque ferunt ad litora venti:talis in adversos ductor Rhoeteius hostisagmen agit, densi cuneis se quisque coactisadglomerant. Ferit ense gravem Thymbraeus Osirim,Archetium Mnestheus, Epulonem obtruncat AchatesUfentemque Gyas; cadit ipse Tolumnius augur,primus in adversos telum qui torserat hostis.Tollitur in caelum clamor, versique vicissimpulverulenta fuga Rutuli dant terga per agros.Ipse neque aversos dignatur sternere Mortinec pede congressos aequo nec tela ferentisinsequitur: solum densa in caligine Turnumvestigat lustrans, solum in certamina poscit.
The warrior-maid Juturna, seeing this,distraught with terror, strikes down from his placeMetiscus, Turnus' charioteer, who droppedforward among the reins and off the pole.Him leaving on the field, her own hand graspedthe loosely waving reins, while she took onMetiscus' shape, his voice, and blazoned arms.As when through some rich master's spacious hallsspeeds the black swallow on her lightsome wing,exploring the high roof, or harvestingsome scanty morsel for her twittering brood,round empty corridors or garden-poolsnoisily flitting: so Juturna roamsamong the hostile ranks, and wings her waybehind the swift steeds of the whirling car.At divers points she lets the people seeher brother's glory, but not yet allowsthe final tug of war; her pathless flightkeeps far away. Aeneas too must takea course circuitous, and follows closehis foeman's track; Ioud o'er the scattered lineshe shouts his challenge. But whene'er his eyesdiscern the foe, and fain he would confrontthe flying-footed steeds, Juturna veersthe chariot round and flies. What can he do?Aeneas' wrath storms vainly to and fro,and wavering purposes his heart divide.Against him lightly leaped Messapus forth,bearing two pliant javelins tipped with steel;and, whirling one in air, he aimed it well,with stroke unfailing. Great Aeneas pausedin cover of his shield and crouched low downupon his haunches. But the driven spearbattered his helmet's peak and plucked awaythe margin of his plume. Then burst his rage:his cunning foes had forced him; so at last,while steeds and chariot in the distance fly,he plunged him in the fray, and called on Jovethe altars of that broken oath to see.Now by the war-god's favor he begangrim, never-pitying slaughter, and flung freethe bridle of his rage.
Hoc concussa metu mentem Iuturna viragoaurigam Turni media inter lora Metiscumexcutit et longe lapsum temone relinquit:ipsa subit manibusque undantis flectit habenas,cuncta gerens, vocemque et corpus et arma Metisci.Nigra velut magnas domini cum divitis aedespervolat et pennis alta atria lustrat hirundo,pabula parva legens nidisque loquacibus escas,et nunc porticibus vacuis, nunc umida circumstagna sonat: similis medios Iuturna per hostisfertur equis rapidoque volans obit omnia curruiamque hic germanum iamque hic ostentat ovantemnec conferre manum patitur, volat avia longe.Haud minus Aeneas tortos legit obvius orbesvestigatque virum et disiecta per agmina magnavoce vocat. Quotiens oculos coniecit in hostemalipedumque fugam cursu temptavit equorum,aversos totiens currus Iuturna retorsit.Heu quid agat? Vario nequiquam fluctuat aestu,diversaeque vocant animum in contraria curae.Huic Messapus, uti laeva duo forte gerebatlenta levis cursu praefixa hastilia ferro,horum unum certo contorquens dirigit ictu.Substitit Aeneas et se collegit in arma,poplite subsidens; apicem tamen incita summumhasta tulit summasque excussit vertice cristas.Tum vero adsurgunt irae; insidiisque subactus,diversos ubi sensit equos currumque referri,multa Iovem et laesi testatus foederis arasiam tandem invadit medios et Marte secundoterribilis saevam nullo discrimine caedemsuscitat irarumque omnis effundit habenas.