§12.640oppetere ingentem atque ingenti volnere victum.
meeting death, a giant of a man, and conquered by a giant wound.
§12.641Occidit infelix nostrum ne dedecus Ufens §12.642adspiceret; Teucri potiuntur corpore et armis.
Unhappy Ufens fell so that he might not behold our disgrace; the Trojans possess his body and his arms.
Shall I suffer our homes to be razed (this one thing was lacking to our ruin), and not refute the words of Drances with my right hand?
§12.645Terga dabo et Turnum fugientem haec terra videbit?
Shall I turn my back, and shall this land see Turnus fleeing?
§12.646Usque adeone mori miserum est? Vos O mihi Manes §12.647este boni, quoniam superis aversa voluntas!
Is it so very wretched to die? Oh, be good to me, you Shades, since the will of the gods above is turned away!
§12.648Sancta ad vos anima atque istius nescia culpae §12.649descendam, magnorum haud umquam indignus avorum.
A holy soul, and ignorant of that reproach, I shall descend to you, never unworthy of my great ancestors.
§12.650Vix ea fatus erat: medios volat ecce per hostis §12.651vectus equo spumante Saces, adversa sagitta §12.652saucius ora, ruitque implorans nomine Turnum: §12.653Turne, in te suprema salus: miserere tuorum.
Scarcely had he spoken these words, when behold, through the midst of the enemy flies Saces on a foaming horse, wounded full in the face by an arrow, and rushes on, imploring Turnus by name: "Turnus, in you is our last safety; pity your people.
§12.654Fulminat Aeneas armis summasque minatur §12.655deiecturum arces Italum exscidioque daturum; §12.656iamque faces ad tecta volant.
Aeneas thunders in arms, and threatens to overthrow the highest towers of the Italians and deliver them to destruction; and already torches are flying to the roofs.
In te ora Latini, §12.657in te oculos referunt; mussat rex ipse Latinus, §12.658quos generos vocet aut quae sese ad foedera flectat.
To you the Latins turn their faces, to you their eyes; King Latinus himself mutters, whom he should call his sons-in-law or to which alliance he should turn.
Moreover, the queen herself, most faithful to you, has fallen by her own right hand and, terrified, has fled the light.
Alone before the gates, Messapus and fierce Atinas sustain the battle line.
Circum hos utrimque phalanges §12.663stant densae, strictisque seges mucronibus horret §12.664ferrea: tu currum deserto in gramine versas. §12.665Obstipuit varia confusus imagine rerum §12.666Turnus et obtutu tacito stetit.
Around them on both sides dense phalanxes stand, and an iron harvest of drawn swords bristles: you turn your chariot in the deserted grass." Dumbfounded, confused by the shifting image of affairs, Turnus stood in silent gaze.
Aestuat ingens §12.667uno in corde pudor mixtoque insania luctu §12.668et furiis agitatus amor et conscia virtus.
In his single heart boils a vast shame and madness mixed with grief, and love driven by furies, and conscious worth.
§12.669Ut primum discussae umbrae et lux reddita menti, §12.670ardentis oculorum orbes ad moenia torsit §12.671turbidus eque rotis magnam respexit ad urbem.
As soon as the shadows were dispersed and light returned to his mind, he turned his burning eyes toward the walls and from his chariot looked back at the great city.
§12.672Ecce autem flammis inter tabulata volutus §12.673ad caelum undabat vortex turrimque tenebat, §12.674turrim, compactis trabibus quam eduxerat ipse §12.675subdideratque rotas pontisque instraverat altos.
But behold, a rolling vortex of flames between the storeys was waving to heaven and holding the tower, that tower which he himself with fitted beams had built, and placed wheels beneath, and covered with high bridges.
§12.676Iam iam fata, soror, superant; absiste morari; §12.677quo deus et quo dura vocat Fortuna, sequamur.
"Now, now, sister, the fates prevail; cease to delay; let us follow where god and hard Fortune call.
§12.678Stat conferre manum Aeneae, stat quidquid acerbi est §12.679morte pati; neque me indecorem, germana, videbis §12.680amplius.
My resolve is fixed to meet Aeneas in battle, fixed to suffer whatever bitterness there is in death; nor shall you see me, sister, disgraced any longer.
Hunc, oro, sine me furere ante furorem. §12.681Dixit et e curru saltum dedit ocius arvis §12.682perque hostis, per tela ruit maestamque sororem §12.683deserit ac rapido cursu media agmina rumpit.
Permit me, I pray, to rave this madness before." He spoke, and leaped quickly from his chariot to the fields, and rushes through enemies, through weapons, and deserts his grieving sister, and with rapid course breaks through the middle of the ranks.
§12.684Ac veluti montis saxum de vertice praeceps §12.685cum ruit avulsum vento, seu turbidus imber §12.686proluit aut annis solvit sublapsa vetustas; §12.687fertur in abruptum magno mons improbus actu §12.688exsultatque solo, silvas armenta virosque §12.689involvens secum: disiecta per agmina Turnus §12.690sic urbis ruit ad muros, ubi plurima fuso §12.691sanguine terra madet striduntque hastilibus aurae, §12.692significatque manu et magno simul incipit ore: §12.693Parcite iam, Rutuli, et vos tela inhibete, Latini; §12.694quaecumque est Fortuna, mea est: me verius unum §12.695pro vobis foedus luere et decernere ferro. §12.696Discessere omnes medii spatiumque dedere.
And just as when a rock from a mountain's summit headlong rushes, torn away by the wind, whether a raging storm has washed it out, or slipping age has loosened it with years; the ruthless mass is carried down the cliff with vast impulse and bounds on the soil, involving forests, herds, and men with itself: so through the scattered ranks Turnus rushes thus to the walls of the city, where most of all the ground is wet with shed blood and the gales screech with spears, and he signals with his hand and at the same time begins with a loud voice: "Cease now, Rutulians, and hold back your weapons, Latins; whatever Fortune there is, is mine: it is more just that I alone expiate the treaty for you and decide the issue with the sword." All in the midst withdrew and gave him space.
§12.697At pater Aeneas audito nomine Turni §12.698deserit et muros et summas deserit arces §12.699praecipitatque moras omnis, opera omnia rumpit, §12.700laetitia exsultans, horrendumque intonat armis; §12.701quantus Athos aut quantus Eryx aut ipse coruscis §12.702cum fremit ilicibus quantus gaudetque nivali §12.703vertice se attollens pater Appenninus ad auras.
But father Aeneas, having heard the name of Turnus, deserts both the walls and deserts the highest towers and flings aside all delays, breaks off all works, exulting with joy, and thunders terribly in arms; as great as Athos or as great as Eryx or as father Appenninus himself when he roars with his shimmering holm-oaks and rejoices, raising himself with snowy crest to the breezes.
§12.704Iam vero et Rutuli certatim et Troes et omnes §12.705convertere oculos Itali, quique alta tenebant §12.706moenia quique imos pulsabant ariete muros, §12.707armaque deposuere umeris.
Now indeed both Rutulians and Trojans and all Italians eagerly turned their eyes, both those who held the high walls and those who were battering the base of the walls with the ram, and they laid down their arms from their shoulders.
Stupet ipse Latinus §12.708ingentis, genitos diversis partibus orbis, §12.709inter se coiisse viros et cernere ferro.
Latinus himself is amazed that these mighty men, born in diverse parts of the world, should have come together and were deciding the issue with the sword.
§12.710Atque illi, ut vacuo patuerunt aequore campi, §12.711procursu rapido, coniectis eminus hastis, §12.712invadunt Martem clipeis atque aere sonoro.
And they, as the fields lay open in an empty plain, with rapid onset, having hurled their spears from afar, rush into the battle with shields and clanging bronze.