§1.300finibus arceret: volat ille per aera magnum §1.301remigio alarum, ac Libyae citus adstitit oris.
lest Dido, ignorant of fate, should bar them from her territory: he flies through the vast air with the rowing of his wings, and swiftly stood on the shores of Libya.
§1.302Et iam iussa facit, ponuntque ferocia Poeni §1.303corda volente deo; in primis regina quietum §1.304accipit in Teucros animum mentemque benignam.
And now he does his bidding, and the Carthaginians lay aside their fierce hearts at the god's will; above all, the queen receives a quiet mind and a gentle disposition toward the Trojans.
§1.305At pius Aeneas, per noctem plurima volvens, §1.306ut primum lux alma data est, exire locosque §1.307explorare novos, quas vento accesserit oras, §1.308qui teneant, nam inculta videt, hominesne feraene, §1.309quaerere constituit, sociisque exacta referre
But pious Aeneas, pondering many things through the night, as soon as the nurturing light was given, resolved to go out and explore the new places, to seek what shores he had reached by the wind, who occupied them (for he sees they are untilled), whether men or beasts, and to report the exact findings to his companions.
§1.310Classem in convexo nemorum sub rupe cavata §1.311arboribus clausam circum atque horrentibus umbris §1.312occulit; ipse uno graditur comitatus Achate, §1.313bina manu lato crispans hastilia ferro.
He hides his fleet in a convex part of the groves under a hollow rock, enclosed around by trees and bristling shadows; himself walks accompanied by Achates alone, shaking in his hand two spears with broad iron heads.
§1.314Cui mater media sese tulit obvia silva, §1.315virginis os habitumque gerens, et virginis arma §1.316Spartanae, vel qualis equos Threissa fatigat §1.317Harpalyce, volucremque fuga praevertitur Hebrum.
To whom his mother presented herself in the midst of the forest, bearing the face and attire of a virgin, and the arms of a Spartan virgin, or such as Thracian Harpalyce wearies her horses and outstrips the swift Hebrus in her flight.
§1.318Namque umeris de more habilem suspenderat arcum §1.319venatrix, dederatque comam diffundere ventis, §1.320nuda genu, nodoque sinus collecta fluentis.
For as a huntress she had hung from her shoulders a handy bow according to custom, and had given her hair to the winds to scatter, bare at the knee, and having gathered her flowing folds in a knot.
§1.321Ac prior,
Heus
inquit
iuvenes, monstrate mearum §1.322vidistis si quam hic errantem forte sororum, §1.323succinctam pharetra et maculosae tegmine lyncis, §1.324aut spumantis apri cursum clamore prementem. §1.325Sic Venus; et Veneris contra sic filius orsus: §1.326Nulla tuarum audita mihi neque visa sororum— §1.327O quam te memorem, virgo? Namque haud tibi voltus
And first she says: "Ho, young men, show me if by chance you have seen any of my sisters wandering here, girt with a quiver and the hide of a spotted lynx, or pressing with shouts the course of a foaming boar." Thus Venus; and the son of Venus on his part thus began: "None of your sisters has been heard or seen by me— O, how shall I address you, maiden?
§1.328mortalis, nec vox hominem sonat: O, dea certe— §1.329an Phoebi soror? an nympharum sanguinis una?— §1.330sis felix, nostrumque leves, quaecumque, laborem, §1.331et, quo sub caelo tandem, quibus orbis in oris §1.332iactemur, doceas.
For your face is not that of a mortal, nor does your voice sound like a human: O, a goddess surely— or the sister of Phoebus? or one of the blood of the nymphs?— may you be gracious, and lighten, whoever you are, our labor, and tell us under what sky at last, on what shores of the world we are cast.
Ignari hominumque locorumque §1.333erramus, vento huc vastis et fluctibus acti: §1.334multa tibi ante aras nostra cadet hostia dextra. §1.335Tum Venus:
Haud equidem tali me dignor honore; §1.336virginibus Tyriis mos est gestare pharetram, §1.337purpureoque alte suras vincire cothurno.
Ignorant of both men and places, we wander, driven here by the wind and vast waves: many a victim shall fall for you before your altars by our right hand." Then Venus: "I do not indeed deem myself worthy of such honor; it is the custom for Tyrian maidens to carry a quiver, and to bind their calves high with a purple buskin.
§1.338Punica regna vides, Tyrios et Agenoris urbem; §1.339sed fines Libyci, genus intractabile bello.
You see Punic realms, Tyrians and the city of Agenor; but the borders are Libyan, a race untamable in war.
Dido rules the empire, having set out from the Tyrian city, fleeing her brother.
Longa est iniuria, longae §1.342ambages; sed summa sequar fastigia rerum.
Long is the story of her injury, long its windings; but I will trace the main outlines of the events.
§1.343Huic coniunx Sychaeus erat, ditissimus agri §1.344Phoenicum, et magno miserae dilectus amore, §1.345cui pater intactam dederat, primisque iugarat §1.346ominibus.
Her husband was Sychaeus, the wealthiest in land of the Phoenicians, and loved with great affection by the unhappy woman, to whom her father had given her as a virgin, and had joined her in her first omens.
Sed regna Tyri germanus habebat §1.347Pygmalion, scelere ante alios immanior omnes.
But her brother Pygmalion held the kingdom of Tyre, more monstrous in crime than all others.
§1.348Quos inter medius venit furor.
Between them a madness intervened.
Ille Sychaeum §1.349impius ante aras, atque auri caecus amore, §1.350clam ferro incautum superat, securus amorum §1.351germanae; factumque diu celavit, et aegram, §1.352multa malus simulans, vana spe lusit amantem.
He, impious, before the altars, and blind with the love of gold, secretly slays the unsuspecting Sychaeus with steel, regardless of the love of his sister; and long he concealed the deed, and, evilly pretending many things, mocked the sick lover with vain hope.
§1.353Ipsa sed in somnis inhumati venit imago §1.354coniugis, ora modis attollens pallida miris, §1.355crudeles aras traiectaque pectora ferro §1.356nudavit, caecumque domus scelus omne retexit.
But the ghost of her unburied husband came to her in her sleep, raising his pale face in a wonderful manner; he laid bare the cruel altars and his breast pierced with steel, and uncovered all the hidden crime of the house.
§1.357Tum celerare fugam patriaque excedere suadet, §1.358auxiliumque viae veteres tellure recludit §1.359thesauros, ignotum argenti pondus et auri.
Then he urges her to hasten her flight and leave her fatherland, and as an aid for her journey reveals old treasures from the earth, an unknown weight of silver and gold.
§1.360His commota fugam Dido sociosque parabat: §1.361conveniunt, quibus aut odium crudele tyranni §1.362aut metus acer erat; navis, quae forte paratae, §1.363corripiunt, onerantque auro: portantur avari §1.364Pygmalionis opes pelago; dux femina facti.
Moved by these things, Dido prepared her flight and companions: they assemble, in whom there was either a cruel hatred of the tyrant or a sharp fear; ships, which by chance were ready, they seize and load with gold; the wealth of greedy Pygmalion is carried over the sea; a woman was leader of the deed.
§1.365Devenere locos, ubi nunc ingentia cernis §1.366moenia surgentemque novae Karthaginis arcem, §1.367mercatique solum, facti de nomine Byrsam, §1.368taurino quantum possent circumdare tergo.
They came to the places where now you see the huge walls and the rising citadel of new Carthage, and bought ground, called Byrsa from the name of the deed, as much as they could enclose with a bull's hide.
§1.369Sed vos qui tandem, quibus aut venistis ab oris,
But you, who at last are you?
§1.370quove tenetis iter?
Quaerenti talibus ille
Or from what shores have you come?
§1.371suspirans, imoque trahens a pectore vocem: §1.372O dea, si prima repetens ab origine pergam, §1.373et vacet annalis nostrorum audire laborum, §1.374ante diem clauso componat Vesper Olympo.
Or whither do you hold your course?" To her questioning, he, sighing and drawing his voice from the bottom of his chest: "O goddess, if I, retracing from the first origin, should go on, and there were leisure to hear the annals of our labors, before the end, Vesper would close Olympus and lay the day to rest.
§1.375Nos Troia antiqua, si vestras forte per auris
We, from ancient Troy, if by chance through your ears—"