§1.224despiciens mare velivolum terrasque iacentis §1.225litoraque et latos populos, sic vertice caeli §1.226constitit, et Libyae defixit lumina regnis.
looking down upon the sail-winged sea and the lands lying below, and the shores and the wide peoples, thus on the summit of heaven he stood, and fixed his eyes upon the kingdoms of Libya.
§1.227Atque illum talis iactantem pectore curas §1.228tristior et lacrimis oculos suffusa nitentis §1.229adloquitur Venus:
O qui res hominumque deumque §1.230aeternis regis imperiis, et fulmine terres, §1.231quid meus Aeneas in te committere tantum, §1.232quid Troes potuere, quibus, tot funera passis, §1.233cunctus ob Italiam terrarum clauditur orbis?
And to him, pondering such cares in his heart, Venus, sadder than her wont, her shining eyes filled with tears, addresses: "O you who rule the affairs of both men and gods with eternal sovereignty, and terrify with your lightning, what so great offense could my Aeneas commit against you, what could the Trojans do, to whom, having suffered so many deaths, the whole circle of lands is closed on account of Italy?
§1.234Certe hinc Romanos olim, volventibus annis, §1.235hinc fore ductores, revocato a sanguine Teucri, §1.236qui mare, qui terras omni dicione tenerent, §1.237pollicitus, quae te, genitor, sententia vertit?
Surely you promised that from here, as the years roll on, one day the Romans, from here leaders would arise from the restored blood of Teucer, who should hold the sea, who should hold the lands with all authority— what thought, father, has turned you?
§1.238Hoc equidem occasum Troiae tristisque ruinas §1.239solabar, fatis contraria fata rependens; §1.240nunc eadem fortuna viros tot casibus actos §1.241insequitur.
With this indeed I was consoling myself for the fall of Troy and its sad ruins, balancing contrary fates against past fates; now the same fortune pursues the men driven by so many disasters.
Quem das finem, rex magne, laborum?
What end of their labors do you give, great king?
§1.242Antenor potuit, mediis elapsus Achivis, §1.243Illyricos penetrare sinus, atque intima tutus §1.244regna Liburnorum, et fontem superare Timavi, §1.245unde per ora novem vasto cum murmure montis §1.246it mare proruptum et pelago premit arva sonanti.
Antenor was able, having escaped from the midst of the Greeks, to penetrate the Illyrian gulfs, and safe, the innermost kingdoms of the Liburnians, and to pass the source of the Timavus, whence through nine mouths with a vast roar of the mountain it goes as a bursting sea and overwhelms the fields with its resounding flood.
§1.247Hic tamen ille urbem Patavi sedesque locavit §1.248Teucrorum, et genti nomen dedit, armaque fixit §1.249Troia; nunc placida compostus pace quiescit:
Here nevertheless he established the city of Patavium and the dwellings of the Teucrians, and gave a name to the nation, and hung up his Trojan arms; now, settled in calm peace, he rests.
§1.250nos, tua progenies, caeli quibus adnuis arcem, §1.251navibus (infandum!) amissis, unius ob iram §1.252prodimur atque Italis longe disiungimur oris.
We, your offspring, to whom you promise the citadel of heaven, our ships (unutterable!) having been lost, on account of the anger of one, are betrayed and kept far away from Italian shores.
§1.253Hic pietatis honos? Sic nos in sceptra reponis?
Is this the reward of piety?
§1.254Olli subridens hominum sator atque deorum, §1.255voltu, quo caelum tempestatesque serenat, §1.256oscula libavit natae, dehinc talia fatur: §1.257Parce metu, Cytherea: manent immota tuorum §1.258fata tibi; cernes urbem et promissa Lavini §1.259moenia, sublimemque feres ad sidera caeli §1.260magnanimum Aenean; neque me sententia vertit.
Do you thus restore us to our scepters?" Smiling upon her, the father of men and gods, with that look with which he clears the sky and storms, lightly kissed his daughter's lips, and then speaks such words: "Spare your fear, Cytherea: the fates of your people remain unmoved for you; you shall see the city and the promised walls of Lavinium, and you shall bear high to the stars of heaven great-hearted Aeneas; nor has any thought turned me.
§1.261Hic tibi (fabor enim, quando haec te cura remordet, §1.262longius et volvens fatorum arcana movebo) §1.263bellum ingens geret Italia, populosque feroces §1.264contundet, moresque viris et moenia ponet, §1.265tertia dum Latio regnantem viderit aestas, §1.266ternaque transierint Rutulis hiberna subactis.
He for you (for I will speak, since this care gnaws at you, and unrolling further I will reveal the secrets of the fates) shall wage a huge war in Italy, and shall crush fierce peoples, and establish customs and walls for his men, until a third summer shall see him reigning in Latium, and three winters shall have passed after the Rutulians are subdued.
§1.267At puer Ascanius, cui nunc cognomen Iulo §1.268additur,—Ilus erat, dum res stetit Ilia regno,— §1.269triginta magnos volvendis mensibus orbis §1.270imperio explebit, regnumque ab sede Lavini §1.271transferet, et longam multa vi muniet Albam.
But the boy Ascanius, to whom now the surname Iulus is added—he was Ilus, while the Ilian state stood in sovereign power— shall complete thirty great circles with rolling months in his rule, and shall transfer the kingdom from the seat of Lavinium, and shall fortify Alba Longa with great strength.
§1.272Hic iam ter centum totos regnabitur annos §1.273gente sub Hectorea, donec regina sacerdos, §1.274Marte gravis, geminam partu dabit Ilia prolem.
Here now it shall be ruled for three hundred whole years under the race of Hector, until a royal priestess, Ilia, pregnant by Mars, shall give twin offspring by birth.
§1.275Inde lupae fulvo nutricis tegmine laetus §1.276Romulus excipiet gentem, et Mavortia condet §1.277moenia, Romanosque suo de nomine dicet.
Thence, rejoicing in the tawny hide of his nurse, the she-wolf, Romulus shall take up the nation, and shall found the walls of Mars, and shall call them Romans from his own name.
To these I place neither boundaries of space nor limits of time; I have given empire without end.
Quin aspera Iuno, §1.280quae mare nunc terrasque metu caelumque fatigat, §1.281consilia in melius referet, mecumque fovebit §1.282Romanos rerum dominos gentemque togatam: §1.283sic placitum.
Nay, even harsh Juno, who now wearies the sea and lands and heaven with fear, shall turn her counsels for the better, and with me shall cherish the Romans, masters of affairs, and the toga-wearing nation: Thus it is decreed.
Veniet lustris labentibus aetas, §1.284cum domus Assaraci Phthiam clarasque Mycenas §1.285servitio premet, ac victis dominabitur Argis.
An age shall come as the years glide by, when the house of Assaracus shall crush Phthia and famous Mycenae in servitude, and shall rule over conquered Argos.
§1.286Nascetur pulchra Troianus origine Caesar, §1.287imperium oceano, famam qui terminet astris,— §1.288Iulius, a magno demissum nomen Iulo.
A Trojan Caesar shall be born of noble origin, who shall bound his empire by the ocean, his fame by the stars— Julius, a name derived from great Iulus.
§1.289Hunc tu olim caelo, spoliis Orientis onustum, §1.290accipies secura; vocabitur hic quoque votis.
Him one day in heaven, laden with the spoils of the East, you, free from care, shall receive; he too shall be invoked with vows.
§1.291Aspera tum positis mitescent saecula bellis; §1.292cana Fides, et Vesta, Remo cum fratre Quirinus, §1.293iura dabunt; dirae ferro et compagibus artis §1.294claudentur Belli portae; Furor impius intus, §1.295saeva sedens super arma, et centum vinctus aenis §1.296post tergum nodis, fremet horridus ore cruento. §1.297Haec ait, et Maia genitum demittit ab alto, §1.298ut terrae, utque novae pateant Karthaginis arces §1.299hospitio Teucris, ne fati nescia Dido
Then, wars being laid aside, the harsh ages shall grow mild; hoary Faith, and Vesta, and Quirinus with his brother Remus, shall give laws; the dread gates of War shall be closed with iron and tight-fitting fastenings; impious Rage within, sitting upon savage weapons, and bound behind his back with a hundred bronze knots, shall roar, dreadful with his bloody mouth." These things he says, and sends the son of Maia down from on high, so that the lands, and so that the towers of new Carthage might open in hospitality to the Teucrians, lest Dido, ignorant of fate