Or punishment [shall break her]; which, though already late, shall crush her, now condemned, who has long been guilty.
§874et imperata perage: devectam rate §875procul in remotum litus interimi iube, §876tandem ut residat pectoris nostri timor.
Cast away counsel and prayers, and execute the orders: command her, carried on a ship far to a remote shore, to be put to death, so that at last the fear of our breast may subside.
§877O funestus multis populi §878dirusque favor, §879qui cum flatu vela secundo §880ratis implevit vexitque procul, §880blanguidus idem §881deserit alto saevoque mari.
O fatal to many, and dread favor of the people, which, when it has filled the sails of the ship with a favorable breeze and carried it far, languid, deserts it on the deep and savage sea.
§882flevit Gracchos miseranda parens, §883perdidit ingens quos plebis amor §884nimbisque favor genere illustres, §885pietate fide lingua claros, §886pectore fortes, legibus acres.
The pitiable mother wept for the Gracchi, whom the vast love of the plebeians and their favor destroyed, illustrious in birth, famous in piety, faith, and tongue, brave in heart, and sharp in laws.
Fortune gave you also, Livius, to a similar death, whom neither his own fasces nor the roof of his house could protect.
§890nec tecta domus, plura referre §891prohibet praesens exempla dolor: §892modo cui patriam reddere cives §893aulam et fratris voluere toros, §894nunc ad poenam letumque trahi §895flentem miseram cernere possunt.
Present grief forbids to relate more examples: just now, she to whom the citizens wished to restore her country, the court, and her brother's bed, now they can see her, weeping and wretched, dragged to punishment and death.
§896bene paupertas humili tecto §896bcontenta latet: §897quatiunt altas saepe procellae §898aut evertit Fortuna domos.
Well does poverty, content under a humble roof, lie hidden: storms often shake lofty houses, or Fortune overturns high dwellings.
§899Quo me trahitis quodve tyrannus §900aut exilium regina iubet, §901si mihi vitam fracta remittit §902tot iam nostris et victa malis?
Where are you dragging me, or what exile does the tyrant or the queen command, if, broken and vanquished by so many of our evils, she grants me life?
§903sin caede mea cumulare parat §904luctus nostros, invidet etiam §905cur in patria mihi saeva mori?
But if she prepares to crown our grief with my slaughter, why does the cruel woman envy me even to die in my own country?
But now there is no hope of safety: I see the pitiable ship of my brother.
§908hac en cuius vecta carina §909quondam genetrix, nunc et thalamis §910expulsa soror miseranda vehar.
Lo, on this vessel, on whose deck once my mother was carried, now also I, an expelled sister from the marriage chamber, shall be carried, wretched.
Piety now holds no divinity, nor are there gods above: sad Erinys reigns in the world.
§914quis mea digne deflere potest §915mala? quae lacrimis nostris questus §916reddere aedon? cuius pennas §917utinam miserae mihi fata darent!
Who can worthily weep for my evils? What nightingale can return laments to our tears? Would that the fates gave her wings to wretched me!
§918fugerent luctus ablata meos §919penna volucri procul et coetus §920hominum tristes caedemque feram.
My griefs, carried away by swift wings, would flee far from the sad gatherings of men and from savage slaughter.
§921sola in vacuo nemore et tenui §922ramo pendens querulo possem §923gutture maestum fundere murmur.
Alone in an empty wood, hanging from a slender branch, I would be able to pour forth a sad murmur from my complaining throat.
§924Regitur fatis mortale genus, §925nec sibi quisquam spondere potest §926firmum et stabile §927per quam casus volvit varios §928semper nobis metuenda dies; §929animum firment exempla tuum, §930iam multa domus quae vestra tulit: §931quid saevior est Fortuna tibi?
The mortal race is ruled by fates, nor can anyone promise himself something firm and stable; through various chances always to be feared by us is the day; let the examples strengthen your mind, which your house has already borne in abundance: why is Fortune more cruel to you?
§932tu mihi primum §933tot natorum memoranda parens, §934nata Agrippae, nurus Augusti, §935Caesaris uxor, cuius nomen §936clarum toto fulsit in orbe, §937utero totiens enixa gravi §938pignora pacis, §939mox exilium verbera, saevas §940passa catenas, funera, luctus, §941tandem letum cruciata diu.
You, first to be remembered by me, the parent of so many children, daughter of Agrippa, daughter-in-law of Augustus, wife of Caesar, whose name shone bright in the whole world, who so often gave birth from a heavy womb to pledges of peace, soon suffered exile, lashes, savage chains, funerals, griefs, and at last death, tortured for a long time.
Livia, happy in the marriage bed of Drusus and in her children, rushed into a wild crime and her own punishment.
§944Iulia matris fata secuta est; §945post longa tamen tempora ferro §946caesa est, quamvis crimine nullo.
Julia followed the fate of her mother; yet after a long time she was cut down by the sword, although for no crime.
§947quid non potuit quondam genetrix §948tua quae rexit principis aulam §949cara marito partu que potens?
What was not possible once for your mother, who ruled the palace of the prince, dear to her husband and powerful in childbirth?
Yet she, subjected to her own servant, fell by the sword of a dread soldier.
What of her to whom it was permitted to hope for a kingdom in heaven, the great mother of Nero?
§954non funesta violata manu §955remigis ante, §956mox et ferro lacerata diu §957saevi iacuit victima nati?
Was she not first violated by the fatal hand of a rower, and soon, torn long by the sword, lay as a victim of her savage son?
Me also, lo, the fierce tyrant sends to the sad shadows and the spirits of the dead.
§960quid iam frustra miseranda moror?
Why do I now, wretched, delay in vain?
§961rapite ad letum quis ius in nos §962Fortuna dedit, testor superos— §963quid agis, demens? parce precari §964quis invisa es numina divum.
Drag me to death, you to whom Fortune has given power over us. I call the gods above to witness— what are you doing, madwoman? Cease to pray to the deities of the gods, to whom you are hateful.
§965Tartara testor §966Erebique deas scelerum ultrices §967et te. genitor, §968dignum tali morte et poena: §969non invisa est mors ista mihi.
I call Tartarus to witness, and the goddesses of Erebus, the avengers of crimes, and you, father, worthy of such a death and punishment: this death is not hateful to me.
Equip the ship, give sails to the seas, and let the helmsman seek with the winds the shores of Pandataria's land.
§973Leues aurae zephyrique leves, §974tectam quondam nube aetheria §975qui vexistis raptam saevae §976virginis aris Iphigeniam, §977hanc quoque tristi procul a poena §978portate, precor, templa ad Triviae.
Light breezes and gentle zephyrs, who once carried Iphigenia, snatched from the altars of the savage virgin and covered with an ethereal cloud, carry her also, I pray, far from her sad punishment to the temples of Trivia.
§979urbe est nostra mitior Aulis §980et Taurorum barbara tellus: §981hospitis illic caede Utatur §982numen superum, §983civis gaudet Roma cruore.
Aulis is more merciful than our city, and the savage land of the Tauri: there, the divinity of the gods above may use the slaughter of a stranger; Rome rejoices in the blood of her citizen.