§9.441proturbant.
They push him back.
Instat non setius ac rotat ensem §9.442fulmineum, donec Rutuli clamantis in ore §9.443condidit adverso et moriens animam abstulit hosti.
He presses on nonetheless and whirls his lightning sword, until he plunged it in the opposing mouth of the shouting Rutulian, and dying, snatched away the life of his enemy.
Then, pierced through, he threw himself over his breathless friend, and there at last rested in peaceful death.
§9.446Fortunati ambo! Siquid mea carmina possunt, §9.447nulla dies umquam memori vos eximet aevo, §9.448dum domus Aeneae Capitoli immobile saxum §9.449accolet imperiumque pater Romanus habebit.
Fortunate both! If my songs have any power, no day shall ever erase you from remembering time, as long as the house of Aeneas shall dwell near the Capitol's immovable rock, and the Roman father holds imperial power.
The victorious Rutulians, having gained the booty and spoils, were carrying the lifeless Volcens, weeping, into the camp.
§9.452Nec minor in castris luctus Rhamnete reperto §9.453exsangui et primis una tot caede peremptis, §9.454Serranoque Numaque.
Nor was there less grief in the camp when Rhamnes was found bloodless, and so many leaders slain together in one slaughter, both Serranus and Numa.
Ingens concursus ad ipsa §9.455corpora seminecisque viros tepidaque recentem §9.456caede locum et plenos spumanti sanguine rivos.
A huge crowd runs to the bodies themselves, and the half-dead men, and to the place fresh with warm slaughter, and to the streams full of foaming blood.
They recognize the spoils among themselves, the shining helmet of Messapus, and the trappings recovered with much sweat.
And now the early Aurora, leaving the saffron bed of Tithonus, was sprinkling the earth with new light.
§9.461iam sole infuso, iam rebus luce retectis §9.462Turnus in arma viros, armis circumdatus ipse, §9.463suscitat, aeratasque acies in proelia cogit §9.464quisque suas variisque acuunt rumoribus iras.
Now with the sun poured in, now with things revealed by light, Turnus, himself surrounded by arms, rouses the men to arms, and urges his bronze-clad lines into battle, each commander his own, and they sharpen their anger with various rumors.
§9.465Quin ipsa arrectis (visu miserabile) in hastis §9.466praefigunt capita et multo clamore sequuntur §9.467Euryali et Nisi.
Nay, even (a pitiful sight) on uplifted spears they impale the heads themselves of Euryalus and Nisus, and follow with loud shouting.
§9.468Aeneadae duri murorum in parte sinistra §9.469opposuere aciem, nam dextera cingitur amni, §9.470ingentisque tenent fossas et turribus altis §9.471stant maesti; simul ora virum praefixa movebant, §9.472nota nimis miseris atroque fluentia tabo.
The hardy Trojans drew up their line on the left part of the walls— for the right is girded by the river— and they hold the vast trenches, and on the high towers they stand sorrowful; at the same time, the impaled heads of the men moved them, only too well known to the wretched ones, and dripping with black gore.
§9.473Interea pavidam volitans pennata per urbem §9.474nuntia Fama ruit matrisque adlabitur auris §9.475Euryali.
Meanwhile, winged Rumor, flying through the trembling city, rushes as a messenger and glides to the ears of the mother of Euryalus.
At subitus miserae calor ossa reliquit, §9.476excussi manibus radii revolutaque pensa.
But suddenly the warmth left the bones of the wretched woman, the shuttles were shaken from her hands, and the spun wool was unrolled.
§9.477Evolat infelix et femineo ululatu, §9.478scissa comam, muros amens atque agmina cursu §9.479prima petit, non illa virum, non illa pericli §9.480telorumque memor; caelum dehinc questibus implet: §9.481Hunc ego te, Euryale, aspicio? Tune illa senectae
The unhappy woman flies out and with a womanly wail, tearing her hair, out of her mind, she seeks the walls and the front lines in her course, unmindful of the men, unmindful of danger and of weapons; then she fills the sky with her laments: "Is this how I look upon you, Euryalus?
§9.482sera meae requies, potuisti linquere solam,
Could you, the late repose of my old age, leave me alone, cruel one?
Nor, when you were sent into such great dangers, was the opportunity given to your wretched mother to address you for the last time?
§9.485Heu, terra ignota canibus data praeda Latinis §9.486alitibusque iaces, nec te, tua funera mater §9.487produxi pressive oculos aut volnera lavi, §9.488veste tegens, tibi quam noctes festina diesque §9.489urgebam et tela curas solabar anilis.
Alas, you lie in an unknown land, given as prey to Latin dogs and birds! Nor did I, your mother, lead you out for your burial, or close your eyes, or wash your wounds, covering you with the robe which in haste by night and day I was urging on, and with the loom was solacing my old-age cares.
§9.490Quo sequar, aut quae nunc artus avolsaque membra §9.491et funus lacerum tellus habet? Hoc mihi de te, §9.492nate, refers? Hoc sum terraque marique secuta?
Where shall I follow, or what land now holds your limbs and torn members and mangled corpse? Is this what you bring back to me of yourself, my son? Is this what I followed over land and sea?
§9.493Figite me, siqua est pietas, in me omnia tela
Pierce me, if there is any piety!
§9.494conicite, o Rutuli, me primam absumite ferro:
Cast all your weapons at me, O Rutulians, consume me first with the sword!
§9.495aut tu, magne pater divom, miserere tuoque §9.496invisum hoc detrude caput sub Tartara telo, §9.497quando aliter nequeo crudelem abrumpere vitam. §9.498Hoc fletu concussi animi, maestusque per omnis §9.499it gemitus: torpent infractae ad proelia vires.
Or do thou, great father of the gods, have pity, and with thy weapon thrust down this hated head under Tartarus, since otherwise I cannot break off this cruel life." Minds were shaken by this weeping, and a mournful groan goes through all: their broken strength for battle lies torpid.
§9.500Illam incendentem luctus Idaeus et Actor §9.501Illionei monitu et multum lacrimantis Iuli §9.502corripiunt interque manus sub tecta reponunt.
As she was inflaming their grief, Idaeus and Actor, at the warning of Ilioneus and the deeply weeping Iulus, seize her and bear her back in their arms under the roofs.
§9.503At tuba terribilem sonitum procul aere canoro §9.504increpuit; sequitur clamor caelumque remugit.
But the trumpet from afar clanged its terrible sound with singing bronze; a shout follows, and the sky echoes back.
The Volscians hasten, having driven forward their testudo in equal ranks, and prepare to fill the trenches and tear down the rampart.
§9.507Quaerunt pars aditum et scalis ascendere muros, §9.508qua rara est acies interlucetque corona §9.509non tam spissa viris.
Some seek an approach and to ascend the walls with ladders, where the line is thin and the ring of defenders shines through, not so thick with men.
Telorum effundere contra §9.510omne genus Teucri ac duris detrudere contis, §9.511adsueti longo muros defendere bello.
In response, the Trojans pour out every kind of weapon and thrust them down with hard poles, accustomed to defend the walls from a long war.
§9.512Saxa quoque infesto volvebant pondere, siqua §9.513possent tectam aciem perrumpere: cum tamen omnis §9.514ferre iuvat subter densa testudine casus; §9.515nec iam sufficiunt.
They also rolled down stones of hostile weight, if by any means might break through the covered line; although the enemy gladly bears all hazards beneath their dense testudo; but now they are no longer sufficient.
Nam qua globus imminet ingens,
For where a huge mass threatens,