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Notes Display Latin text | translated by Theodore C. Williams Book I Chapter 15: Aeneas bewails his friends | Next chapter Return to index Previous chapter |
Such was his word, but vexed with grief and care, feigned hopes upon his forehead firm he wore, and locked within his heart a hero's pain. Now round the welcome trophies of his chase they gather for a feast. Some flay the ribs and bare the flesh below; some slice with knives, and on keen prongs the quivering strips impale, place cauldrons on the shore, and fan the fires. Then, stretched at ease on couch of simple green, they rally their lost powers, and feast them well on seasoned wine and succulent haunch of game. But hunger banished and the banquet done, in long discourse of their lost mates they tell, 'twixt hopes and fears divided; for who knows whether the lost ones live, or strive with death, or heed no more whatever voice may call? Chiefly Aeneas now bewails his friends, Orontes brave and fallen Amycus, or mourns with grief untold the untimely doom of bold young Gyas and Cloanthus bold. Event: Shipwreck of Aeneas |
208-222 Talia voce refert, curisque ingentibus aeger spem voltu simulat, premit altum corde dolorem. Illi se praedae accingunt, dapibusque futuris; tergora deripiunt costis et viscera nudant; pars in frusta secant veribusque trementia figunt; litore aena locant alii, flammasque ministrant. Tum victu revocant vires, fusique per herbam implentur veteris Bacchi pinguisque ferinae. Postquam exempta fames epulis mensaeque remotae, amissos longo socios sermone requirunt, spemque metumque inter dubii, seu vivere credant, sive extrema pati nec iam exaudire vocatos. Praecipue pius Aeneas nunc acris Oronti, nunc Amyci casum gemit et crudelia secum fata Lyci, fortemque Gyan, fortemque Cloanthum. |