§12.798aut ensem (quid enim sine te Iuturna valeret?) §12.799ereptum reddi Turno et vim crescere victis?
or that the snatched-away sword (for what could Juturna do without you?) be restored to Turnus and strength increase to the defeated?
Cease now at last, and be swayed by our prayers, the end has been reached.
Terris agitare vel undis §12.804Troianos potuisti, infandum adcendere bellum, §12.805deformare domum et luctu miscere hymenaeos: §12.806ulterius temptare veto. Sic Iuppiter orsus; §12.807sic dea submisso contra Saturnia voltu: §12.808Ista quidem quia nota mihi tua, magne, voluntas, §12.809Iuppiter, et Turnum et terras invita reliqui; §12.810nec tu me aeria solam nunc sede videres §12.811digna indigna pati, sed flammis cincta sub ipsa §12.812starem acie traheremque inimica in proelia Teucros.
You have been able to harass the Trojans on land or on the waves, to kindle an unspeakable war, to defile a house and mingle bridal songs with grief: I forbid you to attempt further." Thus Jupiter began; thus the Saturnian goddess replied with downcast look: "Because indeed that will of yours is known to me, great Jupiter, I have left both Turnus and the earth against my will; nor would you now see me alone on my airy seat suffering things worthy and unworthy, but girt with flames right under the battle line I would stand, and drag the Trojans into hostile combat.
§12.813Iuturnam misero, fateor, succurrere fratri §12.814suasi et pro vita maiora audere probavi, §12.815non ut tela tamen, non ut contenderet arcum: §12.816adiuro Stygii caput implacabile fontis, §12.817una superstitio superis quae reddita divis.
I persuaded Juturna, I confess, to help her wretched brother and approved that she dare greater things for his life, not, however, that she should hurl weapons, nor that she should bend the bow: I swear by the implacable head of the Stygian fount, which is the sole binding oath assigned to the gods above.
§12.818Et nunc cedo equidem pugnasque exosa relinquo.
And now indeed I yield, and, loathing them, leave the battles.
§12.819Illud te, nulla fati quod lege tenetur, §12.820pro Latio obtestor, pro maiestate tuorum: §12.821cum iam conubis pacem felicibus, esto, §12.822component, cum iam leges et foedera iungent, §12.823ne vetus indigenas nomen mutare Latinos §12.824neu Troas fieri iubeas Teucrosque vocari §12.825aut vocem mutare viros aut vertere vestem.
This one thing, which is bound by no law of fate, I entreat you, for Latium's sake, for the majesty of your people: when soon they establish peace with happy marriages (so be it!), when soon they join laws and treaties, do not order the native Latins to change their ancient name, nor to become Trojans and be called Teucrians, or that the men change their tongue, or alter their garb.
§12.826Sit Latium, sint Albani per saecula reges, §12.827sit Romana potens Itala virtute propago: §12.828occidit, occideritque sinas cum nomine Troia. §12.829Olli subridens hominum rerumque repertor §12.830Es germana Iovis Saturnique altera proles: §12.831irarum tantos volvis sub pectore fluctus.
Let Latium be, let there be Alban kings through the ages, let the Roman offspring be powerful through Italian valor: Troy has fallen; and let it remain fallen, together with its name." Smiling at her, the creator of men and things replied: "You are the sister of Jupiter and another offspring of Saturn: so great the waves of wrath you roll within your breast.
§12.832Verum age et inceptum frustra submitte furorem §12.833do quod vis, et me victusque volensque remitto.
But come, and subdue the anger begun in vain; I grant what you wish, and, conquered and willing, I yield myself.
§12.834Sermonem Ausonii patrium moresque tenebunt, §12.835utque est nomen erit; commixti corpore tantum §12.836subsident Teucri.
The Ausonians shall keep their paternal tongue and customs, and as their name is, so it shall be; only mingled in body shall the Teucrians settle down.
Morem ritusque sacrorum §12.837adiciam faciamque omnis uno ore Latinos.
The custom and rites of sacred worship I will add, and I will make them all Latins of one tongue.
§12.838Hinc genus Ausonio mixtum quod sanguine surget, §12.839supra homines, supra ire deos pietate videbis, §12.840nec gens ulla tuos aeque celebrabit honores. §12.841Adnuit his Iuno et mentem laetata retorsit.
Hence the race which shall rise, mingled with Ausonian blood, you shall see rise in devotion above men, above gods, nor shall any nation celebrate your honors so much." Juno nodded assent to these things, and, rejoicing, changed her mind.
§12.842Interea excedit caelo nubemque relinquit.
Meanwhile she departs from heaven and leaves her cloud.
§12.843His actis aliud genitor secum ipse volutat §12.844Iuturnamque parat fratris dimittere ab armis.
These things done, the father revolves another plan in his own mind, and prepares to dismiss Juturna from her brother's aid.
§12.845Dicuntur geminae pestes cognomine Dirae, §12.846quas et Tartaream Nox intempesta Megaeram §12.847uno eodemque tulit partu paribusque revinxit §12.848serpentum spiris ventosasque addidit alas.
There are said to be twin plagues named the Furies (Dirae), whom, along with Tartarean Megaera, untimely Night bore at one and the same birth, and bound alike with coils of serpents, and added swift wings.
§12.849Hae Iovis ad solium saevique in limine regis §12.850adparent acuuntque metum mortalibus aegris, §12.851siquando letum horrificum morbosque deum rex §12.852molitur meritas aut bello territat urbes.
These appear at the throne of Jupiter and at the threshold of the fierce king, and they sharpen fear for weary mortals, whenever the king of the gods works horrific death and diseases, or terrifies deserving cities with war.
§12.853Harum unam celerem demisit ab aethere summo §12.854Iuppiter inque omen Iuturnae occurrere iussit.
One of these Jupiter sent down swift from high heaven, and ordered her to meet Juturna as an omen.
§12.855Illa volat celerique ad terram turbine fertur.
She flies, and is borne to earth in a swift whirlwind.
§12.856Non secus ac nervo per nubem impulsa sagitta, §12.857armatam saevi Parthus quam felle veneni, §12.858Parthus sive Cydon, telum immedicabile, torsit, §12.859stridens et celeris incognita transilit umbras: §12.860talis se sata Nocte tulit terrasque petivit.
No otherwise than an arrow shot from a bowstring through a cloud, which, armed with the gall of cruel poison, a Parthian, a Parthian or a Cydonian, has shot—an incurable weapon— whirring, it leaps unseen through the swift shadows: such did the daughter of Night bear herself and seek the earth.
§12.861Postquam acies videt Iliacas atque agmina Turni, §12.862alitis in parvae subitam conlecta figuram, §12.863quae quondam in bustis aut culminibus desertis §12.864nocte sedens serum canit importuna per umbras, §12.865hanc versa in faciem Turni se pestis ob ora §12.866fertque refertque sonans clipeumque everberat alis.
After she sees the Trojan lines and the army of Turnus, shrinking suddenly into the shape of a small bird, which sometimes, sitting on tombs or deserted rooftops by night, sings its ill-boding song late through the shadows, changed into this shape, the plague flings herself before the face of Turnus again and again, shrieking, and beats his shield with her wings.
§12.867Olli membra novus solvit formidine torpor, §12.868adrectaeque horrore comae, et vox faucibus haesit.
A strange numbness loosed his limbs with dread, and his hair stood up with horror, and his voice clung to his throat.
§12.869At procul ut Dirae stridorem adgnovit et alas, §12.870infelix crinis scindit Iuturna solutos, §12.871unguibus ora soror foedans et pectora pugnis: §12.872Quid nunc te tua, Turne, potest germana iuvare?
But from afar, when she recognized the whirring and wings of the Fury, unhappy Juturna tears her loosened hair, a sister defiling her face with her nails and her breast with her fists: "How now can your sister help you, Turnus?
§12.873Aut quid iam durae superat mihi? Qua tibi lucem §12.874arte morer? Talin possum me opponere monstro?
Or what is left now for me, hard-hearted one? By what art may I prolong your life? Can I oppose myself to such a monster?
§12.875Iam iam linquo acies.
Now, now I leave the battle-lines.
Ne me terrete timentem,
Do not terrify me, who am already afraid,