§1.680hunc ego sopitum somno super alta Cythera §1.681aut super Idalium sacrata sede recondam, §1.682ne qua scire dolos mediusve occurrere possit.
"Him, lulled in sleep, I will hide on high Cythera or on Idalium in a sacred shrine, lest in any way he should learn my wiles or meet them in the midst.
§1.683Tu faciem illius noctem non amplius unam §1.684falle dolo, et notos pueri puer indue voltus, §1.685ut, cum te gremio accipiet laetissima Dido §1.686regalis inter mensas laticemque Lyaeum, §1.687cum dabit amplexus atque oscula dulcia figet, §1.688occultum inspires ignem fallasque veneno. §1.689Paret Amor dictis carae genetricis, et alas §1.690exuit, et gressu gaudens incedit Iuli.
For not more than a single night do you by deceit counterfeit his form, and, a boy yourself, put on the familiar features of the boy, so that, when Dido, most joyful, shall receive you in her lap amid the royal tables and Lyaean liquor, when she shall give you her embraces and imprint sweet kisses, you may breathe into her a hidden fire and deceive her with poison." Love obeys the words of his dear mother, and puts off his wings, and rejoices to walk with the step of Iulus.
§1.691At Venus Ascanio placidam per membra quietem §1.692inrigat, et fotum gremio dea tollit in altos §1.693Idaliae lucos, ubi mollis amaracus illum §1.694floribus et dulci adspirans complectitur umbra.
But Venus pours gentle sleep through the limbs of Ascanius, and, warming him in her bosom, the goddess raises him to the high groves of Idalia, where soft amaracus embraces him with flowers and breathing sweet shade.
And now Cupid was going, obeying her word, and carrying the royal gifts to the Tyrians, happy with Achates as his guide.
When he arrives, the queen has already placed herself amid proud draperies on a golden couch, and positioned herself in the midst.
Now father Aeneas and now the Trojan youth assemble, and they recline on the spread purple.
§1.701Dant famuli manibus lymphas, Cereremque canistris §1.702expediunt, tonsisque ferunt mantelia villis.
Servants give water for hands, and serve bread from baskets, and bring napkins with closely shorn pile.
§1.703Quinquaginta intus famulae, quibus ordine longam §1.704cura penum struere, et flammis adolere Penatis; §1.705centum aliae totidemque pares aetate ministri, §1.706qui dapibus mensas onerent et pocula ponant.
Fifty maidservants within, whose care it is to arrange the long store in order, and to worship the Penates with flames; a hundred others and as many male servants equal in age, who may load the tables with feasts and place the cups.
Also the Tyrians assembled in crowds through the joyful portals, ordered to recline on the painted couches.
§1.709Mirantur dona Aeneae, mirantur Iulum §1.710flagrantisque dei voltus simulataque verba, §1.712Praecipue infelix, pesti devota futurae, §1.713expleri mentem nequit ardescitque tuendo §1.714Phoenissa, et pariter puero donisque movetur.
They marvel at the gifts of Aeneas, they marvel at Iulus, and the glowing face of the god and his simulated words, Especially the unhappy Phoenician, devoted to her future ruin, cannot satisfy her mind and burns with looking, and is moved equally by the boy and the gifts.
§1.715Ille ubi complexu Aeneae colloque pependit §1.716et magnum falsi implevit genitoris amorem, §1.717reginam petit haec oculis, haec pectore toto §1.718haeret et interdum gremio fovet, inscia Dido, §1.719insidat quantus miserae deus; at memor ille §1.720matris Acidaliae paulatim abolere Sychaeum §1.721incipit, et vivo temptat praevertere amore §1.722iam pridem resides animos desuetaque corda.
He, when he had hung on the embrace and neck of Aeneas and satisfied the great love of his false father, seeks the queen; she with her eyes, she with her whole breast clings to him, and sometimes fondles him in her lap, Dido, unaware how great a god sits on her, wretched one; but he, mindful of his Acidalian mother, begins gradually to efface Sychaeus, and tries to preoccupy with a living love her long-dormant mind and unaccustomed heart.
§1.723Postquam prima quies epulis, mensaeque remotae, §1.724crateras magnos statuunt et vina coronant.
After the first silence fell upon the feast and tables were removed, they set up large bowls and crown the wine.
§1.725Fit strepitus tectis, vocemque per ampla volutant §1.726atria; dependent lychni laquearibus aureis §1.727incensi, et noctem flammis funalia vincunt.
A noise is made in the house, and they roll their voices through the wide halls; burning lamps hang from the golden paneled ceilings, and torches conquer the night with flames.
§1.728Hic regina gravem gemmis auroque poposcit §1.729implevitque mero pateram, quam Belus et omnes §1.730a Belo soliti; tum facta silentia tectis: §1.731Iuppiter, hospitibus nam te dare iura loquuntur, §1.732hunc laetum Tyriisque diem Troiaque profectis §1.733esse velis, nostrosque huius meminisse minores.
Here the queen asked for a bowl heavy with gems and gold, and filled it with pure wine, which Belus and all from Belus were accustomed to fill; then silence was made in the house: "Jupiter, for they say you give laws to guests, may you wish this day to be happy for both the Tyrians and those set forth from Troy, and may our descendants remember this.
§1.734Adsit laetitiae Bacchus dator, et bona Iuno; §1.735et vos, O, coetum, Tyrii, celebrate faventes. §1.736Dixit, et in mensam laticum libavit honorem, §1.737primaque, libato, summo tenus attigit ore, §1.738tum Bitiae dedit increpitans; ille impiger hausit §1.739spumantem pateram, et pleno se proluit auro §1.740post alii proceres.
May Bacchus, giver of joy, be present, and good Juno; and you, O Tyrians, celebrate this gathering with favor." She spoke, and poured an offering of liquor on the table, and first, after the libation, touched it with the tip of her lips, then gave it to Bitias, challenging him; he eagerly drained the foaming bowl, and drenched himself from the full gold; afterwards the other chiefs.
Cithara crinitus Iopas §1.741personat aurata, docuit quem maximus Atlas.
Long-haired Iopas makes the hall resound on his golden lyre, whom greatest Atlas taught.
§1.742Hic canit errantem lunam solisque labores; §1.743unde hominum genus et pecudes; unde imber et ignes; §1.744Arcturum pluviasque Hyadas geminosque Triones; §1.745quid tantum Oceano properent se tinguere soles §1.746hiberni, vel quae tardis mora noctibus obstet.
He sings of the wandering moon and the labors of the sun; whence the race of men and beasts; whence rain and lightning; Arcturus and the rainy Hyades and the twin Triones; why the winter suns hasten so much to dip themselves in the Ocean, or what delay blocks the slow nights.
§1.747Ingeminant plausu Tyrii, Troesque sequuntur.
The Tyrians redouble their applause, and the Trojans follow.
§1.748Nec non et vario noctem sermone trahebat §1.749infelix Dido, longumque bibebat amorem, §1.750multa super Priamo rogitans, super Hectore multa; §1.751nunc quibus Aurorae venisset filius armis, §1.752nunc quales Diomedis equi, nunc quantus Achilles.
No less did the unhappy Dido drag out the night with varied talk, and drank long love, asking many things about Priam, many things about Hector; now with what arms the son of Aurora had come, now what kind were the horses of Diomedes, now how great was Achilles.
§1.753Immo age, et a prima dic, hospes, origine nobis §1.754insidias
, inquit,
Danaum, casusque tuorum, §1.755erroresque tuos; nam te iam septima portat §1.756omnibus errantem terris et fluctibus aestas.
"Nay, come, and tell us, O guest, from the first origin the snares of the Greeks, and the misfortunes of your people, and your own wanderings; for now the seventh summer carries you, wandering over all lands and waves."