§11.1Oceanum interea surgens Aurora reliquit:
Meanwhile, rising Aurora left the Ocean.
§11.2Aeneas, quamquam et sociis dare tempus humandis §11.3praecipitant curae turbataque funere mens est, §11.4vota deum primo victor solvebat Eoo.
Aeneas, although cares also urge him to give time for burying his comrades, and his mind is troubled by the death, yet as victor was paying his vows to the gods at the first dawn.
§11.5Ingentem quercum decisis undique ramis §11.6constituit tumulo fulgentiaque induit arma, §11.7Mezenti ducis exuvias, tibi, magne, tropaeum,
He set up a huge oak, with its branches cut off on all sides, on a mound, and clothed it in shining arms, the spoils of the leader Mezentius, as a trophy to you, great ruler of war.
§11.8bellipotens: aptat rorantis sanguine cristas §11.9telaque trunca viri et bis sex thoraca petitum §11.10perfossumque locis clipeumque ex aere sinistrae §11.11subligat atque ensem collo suspendit eburnum.
He fits the crests dripping with blood, and the man's shattered weapons, and the breastplate struck and pierced in twelve places, and binds the bronze shield to its left side, and hangs the ivory-hilted sword from the neck.
§11.12Tum socios, namque omnis eum stipata tegebat §11.13turba ducum, sic incipiens hortatur ovantis: §11.14Maxima res effecta, viri; timor omnis abesto, §11.15quod superest: haec sunt spolia et de rege superbo §11.16primitiae, manibusque meis Mezentius hic est.
Then, for the whole crowding throng of leaders was surrounding him, he thus begins to encourage his rejoicing comrades: "A very great thing has been accomplished, men; let all fear be absent as to what remains: these are the spoils and the first-fruits of a proud king, and here is Mezentius by my hands.
§11.17Nunc iter ad regem nobis murosque Latinos.
Now we have a march to the king and the Latin walls.
§11.18Arma parate animis et spe praesumite bellum, §11.19nequa mora ignaros, ubi primum vellere signa §11.20adnuerint superi pubemque educere castris, §11.21impediat segnisve metu sententia tardet.
Prepare arms with courage and anticipate the war with hope, so that no delay may hinder you unawares, as soon as the gods above agree to pluck up the standards and lead out the youth from the camp, or any sluggish feeling from fear slow you down.
§11.22Interea socios inhumataque corpora terrae §11.23mandemus, qui solus honos Acheronte sub imo est.
Meanwhile, let us commit to the earth our comrades and their unburied bodies, which is the only honor in the depths of Acheron.
§11.24Ite,
ait,
egregias animas, quae sanguine nobis §11.25hanc patriam peperere suo, decorate supremis §11.26muneribus, maestamque Evandri primus ad urbem §11.27mittatur Pallas, quem non virtutis egentem §11.28abstulit atra dies et funere mersit acerbo. §11.29Sic ait inlacrimans recipitque ad limina gressum, §11.30corpus ubi exanimi positum Pallantis Acoetes §11.31servabat senior, qui Parrhasio Evandro §11.32armiger ante fuit, sed non felicibus aeque §11.33tum comes auspiciis caro datus ibat alumno.
Go," he says, "decorate with the last gifts those noble souls who by their blood have won this homeland for us; and first to the mourning city of Evander let Pallas be sent, whom, not lacking in virtue, a black day snatched away and plunged in bitter death." Thus he spoke weeping, and retraced his steps to the threshold, where the aged Acoetes was guarding the body of the lifeless Pallas placed there, who previously had been the armor-bearer to Parrhasian Evander, but then, set as a companion under not equally happy auspices, was going with his dear foster-child.
§11.34Circum omnis famulumque manus Troianaque turba §11.35et maestum Iliades crinem de more solutae.
Around stood the whole band of servants, and the Trojan crowd, and the Trojan women, with their hair let down in mourning according to custom.
§11.36Ut vero Aeneas foribus sese intulit altis, §11.37ingentem gemitum tunsis ad sidera tollunt §11.38pectoribus, maestoque immugit regia luctu.
But when Aeneas entered the lofty doors, they raise a huge groan to the stars, beating their breasts, and the palace resounds with sorrowful wailing.
§11.39Ipse caput nivei fultum Pallantis et ora §11.40ut vidit levique patens in pectore vulnus §11.41cuspidis Ausoniae, lacrimis ita fatur obortis. §11.42Tene,
inquit,
miserande puer, cum laeta veniret, §11.43invidit Fortuna mihi, ne regna videres §11.44nostra neque ad sedes victor veherere paternas?
He himself, when he saw the head of snowy Pallas propped up, and the face, and the open wound on his smooth chest made by the Ausonian spear, speaks thus with welling tears: "Did Fortune, when she came joyful, grudge you to me, wretched boy, so that you should not see our kingdom, nor be carried as victor to your father's home?
§11.45Non haec Evandro de te promissa parenti §11.46discedens dederam, cum me complexus euntem §11.47mitteret in magnum imperium metuensque moneret §11.48acris esse viros, cum dura proelia gente.
These were not the promises about you I had given to your father Evander at my departure, when having embraced me as I went, he sent me into a great command, and anxiously warned me that the men were fierce, that the battle was with a hardy nation.
§11.49Et nunc ille quidem spe multum captus inani §11.50fors et vota facit cumulatque altaria donis: §11.51nos iuvenem exanimum et nil iam caelestibus ullis §11.52debentem vano maesti comitamur honore.
And now indeed he, much captured by vain hope, perhaps is even now making vows and piling the altars with gifts; we in sorrow accompany with empty honor the lifeless youth, who now owes nothing to any of the heavenly gods.
§11.53Infelix, nati funus crudele videbis!
Unhappy father, you will see the cruel funeral of your son!
§11.54Hi nostri reditus expectatique triumphi!
Are these our returns and expected triumphs?
§11.55Haec mea magna fides! At non, Evandre, pudendis
Is this my great pledge?
Yet, Evander, you will not look upon him beaten with shameful wounds, nor as a father will you pray for a dreadful death, since your son is safe.
Ei mihi, quantum §11.58praesidium Ausonia et quantum tu perdis, Iule! §11.59Haec ubi deflevit, tolli miserabile corpus §11.60imperat et toto lectos ex agmine mittit §11.61mille viros, qui supremum comitentur honorem §11.62intersintque patris lacrimis, solacia luctus §11.63exigua ingentis, misero sed debita patri.
Alas for me, how great a protection you lose, Ausonia, and how great a loss you suffer, Iulus!" When he had finished weeping over these things, he orders the miserable body to be lifted, and sends a thousand chosen men from the whole army, to attend the final rites and to share in the father's tears, a small solace for so great a grief, but due to a wretched father.
§11.64Haud segnes alii crates et molle feretrum §11.65arbuteis texunt virgis et vimine querno §11.66exstructosque toros obtentu frondis inumbrant.
Others without delay weave a wicker frame and a soft bier of arbutus twigs and oak wickerwork, and shade the piled-up couch with a canopy of leaves.
§11.67Hic iuvenem agresti sublimem stramine ponunt, §11.68qualem virgineo demessum pollice florem §11.69seu mollis violae seu languentis hyacinthi, §11.70cui neque fulgor adhuc necdum sua forma recessit: §11.71non iam mater alit tellus viresque ministrat.
Here they place the youth high on his rustic bed, like a flower plucked by a maiden's finger, either of tender violet or drooping hyacinth, whose brightness has not yet departed, nor yet its own form, but its mother earth no longer nourishes it nor supplies it with strength.
§11.72Tum geminas vestes auroque ostroque rigentis §11.73extulit Aeneas, quas illi laeta laborum §11.74ipsa suis quondam manibus Sidonia Dido §11.75fecerat et tenui telas discreverat auro.
Then Aeneas brought out two garments stiff with gold and purple, which Sidonian Dido, rejoicing in the labor, had once made for him with her own hands, and had shot the warp with fine gold.
§11.76Harum unam iuveni supremum maestus honorem §11.77induit arsurasque comas obnubit amictu, §11.78multaque praeterea Laurentis praemia pugnae
Of these, he sadly puts one on the youth as a final honor, and veils with a wrapping those locks that are destined to burn, and many spoils besides from the Laurentian battle