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Notes Display Latin text | translated by Theodore C. Williams Book X Chapter 21: Pallas killed | Next chapter Return to index Previous chapter |
Turnus then poised, without haste, his iron-pointed spear, and, launching it on Pallas, cried, Look now will not this shaft a good bit deeper drive? He said: and through the mid-boss of the shield, steel scales and brass with bull's-hide folded round, the quivering spear-point crashed resistlessly, and through the corselet's broken barrier pierced Pallas' heart. The youth plucked out in vain the hot shaft from the wound; his life and blood together ebbed away, as sinking prone on his rent side he fell; above him rang his armor; and from lips with blood defiled he breathed his last upon his foeman's ground. Over him Turnus stood: Arcadians all, He cried, take tidings of this feat of arms to king Evander. With a warrior's wage his Pallas I restore, and freely grant what glory in a hero's tomb may lie, or comfort in a grave. They dearly pay who bid Aeneas welcome at their board. So saying, with his left foot he held down the lifeless form, and raised the heavy weight of graven belt, which pictured forth that crime of youthful company by treason slain, all on their wedding night, in bridal bowers to horrid murder given, -- which Clonus, son of Eurytus, had wrought in lavish gold; this Turnus in his triumph bore away, exulting in the spoil. O heart of man, not knowing doom, nor of events to be! Nor, being lifted up, to keep thy bounds in prosperous days! To Turnus comes the hour when he would fain a prince's ransom give had Pallas passed unscathed, and will bewail such spoil of victory. With weeping now and lamentations loud his comrades lay young Pallas on his shield, and thronging close carry him homeward with a mournful song: alas! the sorrow and the glorious gain thy sire shall have in thee. For one brief day bore thee to battle and now bears away; yet leavest thou full tale of foemen slain. |
479-509 hic Turnus ferro praefixum robur acuto in Pallanta diu librans iacit atque ita fatur: 'aspice num mage sit nostrum penetrabile telum.' dixerat; at clipeum, tot ferri terga, tot aeris, quem pellis totiens obeat circumdata tauri, uibranti cuspis medium transuerberat ictu loricaeque moras et pectus perforat ingens. ille rapit calidum frustra de uulnere telum: una eademque uia sanguis animusque sequuntur. corruit in uulnus (sonitum super arma dedere) et terram hostilem moriens petit ore cruento. quem Turnus super adsistens: 'Arcades, haec' inquit 'memores mea dicta referte Euandro: qualem meruit, Pallanta remitto. quisquis honos tumuli, quidquid solamen humandi est, largior. haud illi stabunt Aeneia paruo hospitia.' et laeuo pressit pede talia fatus exanimem rapiens immania pondera baltei impressumque nefas: una sub nocte iugali caesa manus iuuenum foede thalamique cruenti, quae Clonus Eurytides multo caelauerat auro; quo nunc Turnus ouat spolio gaudetque potitus. nescia mens hominum fati sortisque futurae et seruare modum rebus sublata secundis! Turno tempus erit magno cum optauerit emptum intactum Pallanta, et cum spolia ista diemque oderit. at socii multo gemitu lacrimisque impositum scuto referunt Pallanta frequentes. o dolor atque decus magnum rediture parenti, haec te prima dies bello dedit, haec eadem aufert, cum tamen ingentis Rutulorum linquis aceruos! |