§11.155et praedulce decus primo certamine posset.
and how sweet the exceeding honor in a first conflict could be.
§11.156Primitiae iuvenis miserae bellique propinqui §11.157dura rudimenta et nulli exaudita deorum §11.158vota precesque meae! Tuque, O sanctissima coniunx,
Ah, the miserable first-fruits of youth, and the hard schooling of a neighboring war, and my vows and prayers, heard by none of the gods!
§11.159felix morte tua neque in hunc servata dolorem!
And you, O most holy wife, happy in your death and not preserved for this grief!
On the contrary, I by living have overcome my fates, that surviving I should remain as a father.
Troum socia arma secutum §11.162obruerent Rutuli telis! Animam ipse dedissem
Me, having followed the allied arms of the Trojans, would that the Rutulians had overwhelmed with their weapons!
§11.163atque haec pompa domum me, non Pallanta, referret,
I myself would have given my life, and this procession would bring me home, not Pallas!
§11.164nec vos arguerim, Teucri, nec foedera nec quas §11.165iunximus hospitio dextras: sors ista senectae §11.166debita erat nostrae.
Nor would I blame you, Trojans, nor the treaties, nor the right hands which we joined in hospitality: that lot was owed to our old age.
Quod si immatura manebat §11.167mors natum, caesis Volscorum milibus ante §11.168ducentem in Latium Teucros cecidisse iuvabit.
But if an untimely death awaited my son, it will please me that, having first slain thousands of Volscians, he fell while leading the Trojans into Latium.
Indeed, I would not deem you worthy of any other funeral, Pallas, than the one dutiful Aeneas (deems worthy for you).
§11.172Magna tropaea ferunt, quos dat tua dextera Leto: §11.173tu quoque nunc stares immanis truncus in armis, §11.174esset par aetas et idem si robur ab annis, §11.175Turne.
They bring great trophies of those whom your right hand gives to Death; you too would now stand as a huge trunk in arms, if your age had been equal and the same strength came from your years, Turnus.
Sed infelix Teucros quid demoror armis?
But why do I, unhappy, delay the Trojans from arms?
§11.176Vadite et haec memores regi mandata referte: §11.177quod vitam moror invisam Pallante perempto, §11.178dextera causa tua est, Turnum natoque patrique §11.179quam debere vides.
Go, and, mindful, bring back these mandates to your king: 'That I drag out a hateful life now that Pallas is slain, your right hand is the cause, which you see owes Turnus to both son and father.
Meritis vacat hic tibi solus §11.180fortunaeque locus.
This is the only space open to you for your merits and fortune.
Non vitae gaudia quaero, §11.181nec fas, sed nato Manis perferre sub imos. §11.182Aurora interea miseris mortalibus almam §11.183extulerat lucem, referens opera atque labores:
I do not seek the joys of life, nor is it lawful, but to carry this down to my son among the deepest Shades.' Meanwhile Dawn had brought forth her nurturing light for wretched mortals, bringing back tasks and labors.
Now father Aeneas, now Tarchon on the curving shore, set up the pyres.
Huc corpora quisque suorum §11.186more tulere patrum, subiectisque ignibus atris §11.187conditur in tenebras altum caligine caelum.
Hither each brought the bodies of their people according to the custom of their fathers, and, black fires being applied beneath, the high heaven is hidden in the darkness of gloom.
§11.188Ter circum accensos cincti fulgentibus armis §11.189decurrere rogos, ter maestum funeris ignem §11.190lustravere in equis ululatusque ore dedere;
Thrice, clad in shining arms, they ran around the blazing pyres; thrice on horses they circled the mournful funeral fire and uttered wails from their mouths.
§11.191spargitur et tellus lacrimis, sparguntur et arma: §11.192it caelo clamorque virum clangorque tubarum.
The earth is sprinkled with tears, and the arms are sprinkled too; the clamor of men and the clang of trumpets go up to heaven.
§11.193Hic alii spolia occisis derepta Latinis §11.194coniciunt igni, galeas ensesque decoros §11.195frenaque ferventisque rotas; pars munera nota, §11.196ipsorum clipeos et non felicia tela.
Here some cast upon the fire the spoils stripped from slain Latins, helmets and beautiful swords and reins and hot wheels; others, familiar offerings, the shields of the dead themselves and their unlucky weapons.
§11.197Multa boum circa mactantur corpora Morti, §11.198saetigerosque sues raptasque ex omnibus agris §11.199in flammam iugulant pecudes.
Many bodies of oxen are sacrificed around to Death, and they slit the throats of bristly swine and sheep seized from all the fields into the flame.
Tum litore toto §11.200ardentis spectant socios semustaque servant §11.201busta neque avelli possunt, nox umida donec §11.202invertit caelum stellis ardentibus aptum.
Then along the whole shore they watch their comrades burning and guard the half-burnt tombs, nor can they be torn away, until damp night turns the heaven studded with burning stars.
§11.203Nec minus et miseri diversa in parte Latini §11.204innumeras struxere pyras, et corpora partim §11.205multa virum terrae infodiunt avectaque partim §11.206finitimos tollunt in agros urbique remittunt,
No less too did the wretched Latins in a different part build countless pyres; and of the many bodies of men, some they bury in the earth, and some, carried away, they bear to neighboring fields and send back to the city.
§11.207cetera confusaeque ingentem caedis acervum §11.208nec numero nec honore cremant: tunc undique vasti §11.209certatim crebris conlucent ignibus agri.
The rest, a huge heap of confused slaughter, they burn without number and without honor; then on all sides the vast fields compete in shining with frequent fires.
§11.210Tertia lux gelidam caelo dimoverat umbram: §11.211maerentes altum cinerem et confusa ruebant §11.212ossa focis tepidoque onerabant aggere terrae.
The third day had cleared the cold shadow from heaven: mourning, they swept up the deep ash and the mixed bones from the hearths, and loaded them with a warm mound of earth.
§11.213Iam vero in tectis, praedivitis urbe Latini, §11.214praecipuus fragor et longi pars maxima luctus.
But now in the dwellings, in the city of very wealthy Latinus, there was a chief clamor and the greatest part of the long mourning.
§11.215Hic matres miseraeque nurus, hic cara sororum §11.216pectora maerentum puerique parentibus orbi §11.217dirum exsecrantur bellum Turnique hymenaeos: §11.218ipsum armis ipsumque iubent decernere ferro, §11.219qui regnum Italiae et primos sibi poscat honores.
Here mothers and wretched daughters-in-law, here the loving breasts of mourning sisters, and boys deprived of parents, curse the dreadful war and the marriage of Turnus; they order that he himself with arms, he himself with iron decide it, who claims for himself the kingdom of Italy and the chief honors.
§11.220ingravat haec saevus Drances solumque vocari §11.221testatur, solum posci in certamina Turnum.
Fierce Drances aggravates this, and protests that Turnus alone is called, Turnus alone is demanded for the combat.
§11.222Multa simul contra variis sententia dictis §11.223pro Turno, et magnum reginae nomen obumbrat, §11.224multa virum meritis sustentat fama tropaeis.
At the same time, opposing, is much opinion in varied words for Turnus, and the great name of the queen shields him, and his great fame with earned trophies sustains the man.
§11.225Hos inter motus, medio in flagrante tumultu, §11.226ecce super maesti magna Diomedis ab urbe §11.227legati responsa ferunt: nihil omnibus actum §11.228tantorum impensis operum, nil dona neque aurum §11.229nec magnas valuisse preces, alia arma Latinis §11.230quaerenda aut pacem Troiano ab rege petendum.
Among these stirrings, in the midst of the burning tumult, behold, besides, mourning envoys from the great city of Diomedes bring back answers: that nothing has been achieved by all the expenditure of so much effort; that gifts and gold and great prayers have availed nothing; that other arms must be sought by the Latins, or peace must be sought from the Trojan king.