§7.1Quo, quo scelesti ruitis? aut cur dexteris
Whither, whither do you rush, wicked men?
§7.2aptantur enses conditi?
Or why are the sheathed swords being fitted to your right hands?
§7.3parumne campis atque Neptuno super §7.4fusum est Latini sanguinis, §7.5non ut superbas invidae Karthaginis §7.6Romanus arces ureret, §7.7intactus aut Britannus ut descenderet §7.8sacra catenatus via, §7.9sed ut Secundum vota Parthorum sua §7.10Vrbs haec periret dextera?
Has too little of Latin blood been shed upon the plains and upon the sea (Neptune), not so that the Roman might burn the proud citadels of envious Carthage, or that the untouched Briton might descend the Sacred Way in chains, but so that, according to the prayers of the Parthians, this City might perish by its own right hand?
Neither wolves nor lions have ever had this custom, they who are fierce only against a different species.
Does madness, or some fiercer force, or guilt sweep you away in your blindness? Give an answer!
They are silent, and a white pallor stains their faces, and their stricken minds are stunned.
§7.17sic est: acerba fata Romanos agunt §7.18scelusque fraternae necis, §7.19ut inmerentis fluxit in terram Remi §7.20sacer nepotibus cruor.
Thus it is: a bitter fate drives the Romans, and the crime of a brother's murder, ever since the sacred blood of guiltless Remus, a curse for his descendants, flowed upon the earth.