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Notes Display Latin text | translated by Theodore C. Williams Book XII Chapter 29: Aeneas chases Turnus | Next chapter Return to index Previous chapter |
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But lo! Aeneas -- though the arrow's wound still slackens him and oft his knees refuse their wonted step -- pursues infuriate his quailing foe, and dogs him stride for stride. As when a stag-hound drives the baffled roe to torrent's edge (or where the flaunting snare of crimson feathers fearfully confines) and with incessant barking swift pursues; while through the snared copse or embankment high the frightened creature by a thousand ways doubles and turns; but that keen Umbrian hound with wide jaws, undesisting, grasps his prey, or, thinking that he grasps it, snaps his teeth cracking together, and deludes his rage, devouring empty air: then peal on peal the cry of hunters bursts; the lake and shore reecho, and confusion fills the sky: -- such was the flight of Turnus, who reviled the Rutules as he fled, and loudly sued of each by name to fetch his own lost sword. Aeneas vowed destruction and swift death to all who dared come near, and terrified their trembling souls with menace that his power would raze their city to the ground. Straightway, though wounded, he gave chase, and five times round in circles ran; then winding left and right coursed the swift circles o'er. For, lo! the prize is no light laurel or a youthful game: for Turnus' doom and death their race is run. |
746-765 Nec minus Aeneas, quamquam tardata sagitta interdum genua impediunt cursumque recusant, insequitur trepidique pedem pede feruidus urget: inclusum ueluti si quando flumine nactus ceruum aut puniceae saeptum formidine pennae uenator cursu canis et latratibus instat; ille autem insidiis et ripa territus alta mille fugit refugitque uias, at uiuidus Vmber haeret hians, iam iamque tenet similisque tenenti increpuit malis morsuque elusus inani est; tum uero exoritur clamor ripaeque lacusque responsant circa et caelum tonat omne tumultu. ille simul fugiens Rutulos simul increpat omnis nomine quemque uocans notumque efflagitat ensem. Aeneas mortem contra praesensque minatur exitium, si quisquam adeat, terretque trementis excisurum urbem minitans et saucius instat. quinque orbis explent cursu totidemque retexunt huc illuc; neque enim leuia aut ludicra petuntur praemia, sed Turni de uita et sanguine certant. |