§11.79aggerat et longo praedam iubet ordine duci.
He piles up (the spoils) and orders the prey to be led in a long line.
§11.80Addit equos et tela, quibus spoliaverat hostem.
He adds horses and weapons, of which he had stripped the enemy.
§11.81Vinxerat et post terga manus, quos mitteret umbris §11.82inferias, caeso sparsuros sanguine flammas, §11.83indutosque iubet truncos hostilibus armis §11.84ipsos ferre duces inimicaque nomina figi.
He had also bound their hands behind their backs, whom he would send as offerings to the shades, to sprinkle the flames with slain blood, and orders the leaders themselves to carry trunks clothed in enemy arms, and the hostile names to be fixed to them.
§11.85Ducitur infelix aevo confectus Acoetes: §11.86pectora nunc foedans pugnis, nunc unguibus ora §11.87sternitur et toto proiectus corpore terrae.
Unhappy Acoetes, worn out by age, is led along: now defiling his breast with his fists, now his face with his nails, he is prostrated, and with his whole body flung to the earth.
~. ~. §11.88Ducunt et Rutulo perfusos sanguine currus.
They also lead chariots drenched in Rutulian blood.
§11.89Post bellator equus positis insignibus Aethon §11.90it lacrimans guttisque umectat grandibus ora.
Behind goes the warhorse Aethon, his trappings laid aside, weeping, and wets his face with great drops.
Others carry the spear and helmet, for the victor Turnus has the rest.
Tum maesta phalanx Teucrique sequuntur §11.93Tyrrhenique omnes et versis Arcades armis.
Then the mournful phalanx and the Trojans follow, and all the Tyrrhenians and Arcadians with reversed arms.
§11.94Postquam omnis longe comitum praecesserat ordo, §11.95substitit Aeneas gemituque haec addidit alto: §11.96Nos alias hinc ad lacrimas eadem horrida belli §11.97fata vocant: salve aeternum mihi, maxime Palla, §11.98aeternumque vale. Nec plura effatus ad altos §11.99tendebat muros gressumque in castra ferebat.
After the whole line of companions had gone far ahead, Aeneas halted, and added these words with a deep groan: "The same harsh fates of war call us from here to other tears: hail forever, greatest Pallas, and forever farewell." Having spoken no more, he began to head towards the high walls and turned his steps into the camp.
§11.100Iamque oratores aderant ex urbe Latina, §11.101velati ramis oleae veniamque rogantes: §11.102corpora, per campos ferro quae fusa iacebant, §11.103redderet ac tumulo sineret succedere terrae; §11.104nullum cum victis certamen et aethere cassis; §11.105parceret hospitibus quondam socerisque vocatis.
And now ambassadors were present from the Latin city, veiled with olive branches and asking for favor: that he would return the bodies which lay scattered by the sword through the fields, and permit them to go under a mound of earth; that there is no quarrel with the vanquished and those deprived of air; that he would spare those once called hosts and fathers-in-law.
§11.106Quos bonus Aeneas haud aspernanda precantis §11.107prosequitur venia et verbis haec insuper addit: §11.108Quaenam vos tanto fortuna indigna, Latini, §11.109implicuit bello, qui nos fugiatis amicos?
Whom good Aeneas, praying for things not to be despised, dismisses with favor and adds these words besides: "What unworthy fortune, Latins, has entangled you in so great a war, that you flee from us, your friends?
§11.110Pacem me exanimis et Martis sorte peremptis
Do you beg me for peace for the dead and those slain by the lot of Mars?
§11.111oratis? Equidem et vivis concedere vellem.
Indeed, I would have wished to grant it to the living as well.
§11.112Nec veni, nisi fata locum sedemque dedissent, §11.113nec bellum cum gente gero: rex nostra reliquit §11.114hospitia et Turni potius se credidit armis.
Nor would I have come, unless the fates had given a place and a seat, nor do I wage war with your people: the king abandoned our hospitality and trusted himself rather to the arms of Turnus.
§11.115Aequius huic Turnum fuerat se opponere morti.
It would have been fairer for Turnus to expose himself to this death.
§11.116Si bellum finire manu, si pellere Teucros §11.117apparat, his mecum decuit concurrere telis: §11.118vixet, cui vitam deus aut sua dextra dedisset.
If he prepares to end the war with his hand, if to expel the Trojans, it was fitting for him to clash with me with these weapons: he would have lived, to whom god or his own right hand had given life.
Now go and place fire under your unhappy citizens." Aeneas had spoken.
Illi obstipuere silentes §11.121conversique oculos inter se atque ora tenebant.
They stood silent in amazement, and turning, they held their eyes and faces on one another.
§11.122Tum senior semperque odiis et crimine Drances §11.123infensus iuveni Turno sic ore vicissim §11.124orsa refert:
O fama ingens, ingentior armis §11.125vir Troiane, quibus caelo te laudibus aequem?
Then the elder Drances, always hostile with hatred and accusations toward young Turnus, thus in turn with his mouth returns these words: "O great in fame, greater in arms, Trojan man, with what praises shall I equal you to heaven?
§11.126Iustitiaene prius mirer belline laborum?
Shall I marvel first at your justice or your labors in war?
§11.127Nos vero haec patriam grati referemus ad urbem §11.128et te, siqua viam dederit fortuna, Latino §11.129iungemus regi: quaerat sibi foedera Turnus.
We indeed will gratefully bring these words back to our native city, and, if any fortune gives a way, we will join you to king Latinus: let Turnus seek treaties for himself.
§11.130Quin et fatalis murorum attollere moles §11.131saxaque subvectare umeris Troiana iuvabit. §11.132Dixerat haec, unoque omnes eadem ore fremebant.
Rather, it will be a joy even to raise the fated masses of the walls and to carry the Trojan stones on our shoulders." He had spoken these things, and all with one voice murmured the same.
§11.133Bis senos pepigere dies et pace sequestra §11.134per silvas Teucri mixtique inpune Latini §11.135erravere iugis.
They settled on twelve days, and with peace as mediator, Trojans and Latins mixed together wandered safely through the woods on the ridges.
Ferro sonat alta bipenni §11.136fraxinus, evertunt actas ad sidera pinus, §11.137robora nec cuneis et olentem scindere cedrum §11.138nec plaustris cessant vectare gementibus ornos.
The high ash-tree resounds with the double-edged iron axe, they overturn pines raised to the stars, nor do they cease to cleave the oaks with wedges and the fragrant cedar, nor to carry the wild ashes in groaning wagons.
§11.139Et iam Fama volans, tanti praenuntia luctus, §11.140Evandrum Evandrique domos et moenia replet, §11.141quae modo victorem Latio Pallanta ferebat.
And now flying Fame, the herald of so great a grief, fills Evander and the houses and walls of Evander, which but lately brought news of Pallas as victor in Latium.
§11.142Arcades ad portas ruere et de more vetusto §11.143funereas rapuere faces; lucet via longo §11.144ordine flammarum et late discriminat agros.
The Arcadians rushed to the gates and, according to ancient custom, snatched up funeral torches; the road shines with a long line of flames and distinguishes the fields far and wide.
Coming to meet them, the crowd of Phrygians joins the wailing columns.
Quae postquam matres succedere tectis §11.147viderunt, maestam incendunt clamoribus urbem.
When the mothers saw them approaching the dwellings, they set the mournful city ablaze with cries.
But no force is able to hold back Evander, but he comes into their midst.
Feretro Pallanta reposto §11.150procubuit super atque haeret lacrimansque gemensque, §11.151et via vix tandem vocis laxata dolore est.
The bier having been set down, he flung himself upon Pallas, and clings weeping and groaning, and at last, with difficulty, a path for his voice was opened by grief.
§11.152Non haec, O Palla, dederas promissa parenti, §11.153cautius ut saevo velles te credere Marti; §11.154haud ignarus eram, quantum nova gloria in armis
"These, O Pallas, were not the promises you had given to your parent, that you wished to trust yourself more cautiously to savage Mars; I was not ignorant how great new glory in arms..."