§12.400concursu, lacrimis immobilis.
unmoved by the gathering and the tears.
Ille retorto §12.401Paeonium in morem senior succinctus amictu §12.402multa manu medica Phoebique potentibus herbis §12.403nequiquam trepidat, nequiquam spicula dextra §12.404sollicitat prensatque tenaci forcipe ferrum.
The elder, having girt his garment turned back in the Paeonian fashion, tries many things in vain with his healing hand and the potent herbs of Phoebus, in vain he busies himself, in vain with his right hand he solicits the arrow-head and grasps the iron with tenacious forceps.
§12.405Nulla viam Fortuna regit, nihil auctor Apollo §12.406subvenit; et saevus campis magis ac magis horror §12.407crebrescit propiusque malum est.
No Fortune guides his path, Apollo the author gives no aid; and the cruel dread on the plains increases more and more and the evil is closer.
Iam pulvere caelum §12.408stare vident: subeunt equites, et spicula castris §12.409densa cadunt mediis.
Now they see the sky stand thick with dust: the horsemen approach, and dense arrows fall in the middle of the camp.
It tristis ad aethera clamor §12.410bellantum iuvenum et duro sub Marte cadentum.
A sad clamor goes to the ether of young men fighting and falling under harsh Mars.
§12.411Hic Venus, indigno nati concussa dolore, §12.412dictamnum genetrix Cretaea carpit ab Ida, §12.413puberibus caulem foliis et flore comantem §12.414purpureo; non illa feris incognita capris §12.415gramina, cum tergo volucres haesere sagittae: §12.416hoc Venus, obscuro faciem circumdata nimbo, §12.417detulit; hoc fusum labris splendentibus amnem §12.418inficit occulte medicans spargitque salubris §12.419ambrosiae sucos et odoriferam panaceam.
Here Venus, shaken by the undeserved pain of her son, plucks dittany as a mother from Cretan Ida, a stalk with downy leaves and blooming with a purple flower; those herbs are not unknown to wild goats when swift arrows have stuck in their backs: this Venus, her face surrounded by a dark cloud, brought down; with this she infects the water poured in the shining vessel, secretly medicating it, and scatters the healthy juices of ambrosia and fragrant panacea.
§12.420Fovit ea volnus lympha longaevus Iapyx §12.421ignorans, subitoque omnis de corpore fugit §12.422quippe dolor, omnis stetit imo volnere sanguis; §12.423iamque secuta manum nullo cogente sagitta §12.424excidit, atque novae rediere in pristina vires.
With that water the aged Iapyx bathed the wound, not knowing it, and suddenly indeed all pain fled from his body, all blood stopped in the depth of the wound; and now following the hand, with no one compelling, the arrow fell out, and new strength returned to its former state.
§12.425Arma citi properate viro! Quid statis?
Iapyx §12.426conclamat primusque animos adcendit in hostem.
"Hasten weapons quickly for the man! Why do you stand?" Iapyx cries out, and is the first to kindle their spirits against the enemy.
§12.427Non haec humanis opibus, non arte magistra §12.428proveniunt neque te, Aenea, mea dextera servat: §12.429maior agit deus atque opera ad maiora remittit. §12.430Ille avidus pugnae suras incluserat auro §12.431hinc atque hinc oditque moras hastamque coruscat.
"These do not come by human resources, nor by a master art, nor does my right hand save you, Aeneas: a greater god is at work and sends you back to greater deeds." He, eager for battle, had enclosed his shins in gold on this side and that, and hates delays and brandishes his spear.
§12.432Postquam habilis lateri clipeus loricaque tergo est, §12.433Ascanium fusis circum complectitur armis §12.434summaque per galeam delibans oscula fatur: §12.435Disce, puer, virtutem ex me verumque laborem, §12.436fortunam ex aliis.
After the shield is fitted to his side and the corslet to his back, he embraces Ascanius, throwing his armed arms around him, and lightly kissing him through the helmet, he says: "Learn, boy, virtue from me and true labor, fortune from others.
Nunc te mea dextera bello §12.437defensum dabit et magna inter praemia ducet.
Now my right hand in war will keep you defended and lead you among great rewards.
§12.438Tu facito, mox cum matura adoleverit aetas, §12.439sis memor, et te animo repetentem exempla tuorum §12.440et pater Aeneas et avunculus excitet Hector. §12.441Haec ubi dicta dedit, portis sese extulit ingens, §12.442telum immane manu quatiens; simul agmine denso §12.443Antheusque Mnestheusque ruunt omnisque relictis §12.444turba fluit castris: tum caeco pulvere campus §12.445miscetur pulsuque pedum tremit excita tellus.
You make sure that, soon when mature age has grown up, you are mindful, and as you recall the examples of your kin in your mind, let both your father Aeneas and your uncle Hector excite you." When he gave these words, huge he bore himself out of the gates, brandishing a monstrous weapon in his hand; at the same time in a dense column both Antheus and Mnestheus rush, and all the crowd flows from the abandoned camp: then the plain is mixed with blind dust and the excited earth trembles with the beating of feet.
§12.446Vidit ab adverso venientis aggere Turnus, §12.447videre Ausonii, gelidusque per ima cucurrit §12.448ossa tremor: prima ante omnis Iuturna Latinos §12.449audiit adgnovitque sonum et tremefacta refugit.
Turnus saw them coming from the opposite bank, the Ausonians saw them, and a cold tremor ran through the depths of their bones: first before all the Latins, Juturna heard and recognized the sound, and terrified took flight.
§12.450Ille volat campoque atrum rapit agmen aperto.
He flies and sweeps his dark column over the open plain.
§12.451Qualis ubi ad terras abrupto sidere nimbus §12.452it mare per medium; miseris heu praescia longe §12.453horrescunt corda agricolis, dabit ille ruinas §12.454arboribus stragemque satis, ruet omnia late; §12.455ante volant sonitumque ferunt ad litora venti: §12.456talis in adversos ductor Rhoeteius hostis §12.457agmen agit, densi cuneis se quisque coactis §12.458adglomerant.
Just as when a storm-cloud, a star being broken, goes to the lands through the middle of the sea; alas, the hearts of the wretched farmers, foreseeing from afar, shudder; it will give ruin to trees and destruction to crops, it will ruin everything far and wide; the winds fly ahead and carry the sound to the shores: such does the Rhoeteian leader drive his column against the opposing enemies; they gather themselves, dense in packed wedges.
Ferit ense gravem Thymbraeus Osirim, §12.459Archetium Mnestheus, Epulonem obtruncat Achates §12.460Ufentemque Gyas; cadit ipse Tolumnius augur, §12.461primus in adversos telum qui torserat hostis.
Thymbraeus strikes heavy Osiris with his sword, Mnestheus slays Archetius, Achates cuts down Epulo, and Gyas Ufens; Tolumnius the augur himself falls, who first had hurled his weapon against the opposing enemies.
§12.462Tollitur in caelum clamor, versique vicissim §12.463pulverulenta fuga Rutuli dant terga per agros.
A clamor is raised to heaven, and turned in their turn, the Rutulians in dusty flight turn their backs through the fields.
§12.464Ipse neque aversos dignatur sternere Morti §12.465nec pede congressos aequo nec tela ferentis §12.466insequitur: solum densa in caligine Turnum §12.467vestigat lustrans, solum in certamina poscit.
He himself does not deign to lay low those turned away to Death, nor does he pursue those meeting him on equal foot, nor those carrying weapons: Turnus alone in the dense darkness he tracks, scanning, and him alone he demands for combat.
§12.468Hoc concussa metu mentem Iuturna virago §12.469aurigam Turni media inter lora Metiscum §12.470excutit et longe lapsum temone relinquit: §12.471ipsa subit manibusque undantis flectit habenas, §12.472cuncta gerens, vocemque et corpus et arma Metisci.
Juturna, the warrior maiden, her mind shaken by this fear, Metiscus, the charioteer of Turnus, in the midst of the reins knocks out and leaves him fallen far from the pole: she herself takes his place and with her hands guides the wavy reins, wearing everything, both the voice and body and weapons of Metiscus.
§12.473Nigra velut magnas domini cum divitis aedes §12.474pervolat et pennis alta atria lustrat hirundo, §12.475pabula parva legens nidisque loquacibus escas, §12.476et nunc porticibus vacuis, nunc umida circum §12.477stagna sonat: similis medios Iuturna per hostis §12.478fertur equis rapidoque volans obit omnia curru §12.479iamque hic germanum iamque hic ostentat ovantem
Just as when a black swallow flies through the great house of a rich lord and with her wings traverses the lofty atriums, gathering small foods and morsels for her chirping nests, and now in the empty porticoes, now around the wet pools she chatters: similar through the midst of the enemies Juturna is borne by the horses, and flying in her rapid chariot she traverses all, and now here, now there, she displays her triumphant brother.