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Notes Display Latin text | translated by Theodore C. Williams Book IV Chapter 23: Dream of Aeneas | Next chapter Return to index Previous chapter |
Such loud lament burst from her [Note 1] breaking heart with doleful sound. Meanwhile Aeneas on his lofty ship, having made ready all, and fixed his mind to launch away upon brief slumber fell. But the god came; and in the self-same guise once more in monitory vision spoke, all guised as Mercury, -- his voice, his hue, his golden locks, and young limbs strong and fair. Hail, goddess-born! Wouldst linger on in sleep at such an hour? Nor seest thou the snares that hem thee round? Nor hearest thou the voice of friendly zephyrs calling? Senseless man! That woman's breast contrives some treachery and horrid stroke; for, resolute to die, she drifts on swollen floods of wrath and scorn. Wilt thou not fly before the hastening hour of flight is gone? To-morrow thou wilt see yon waters thronged with ships, the cruel glare of firebrands, and yonder shore all flame, if but the light of morn again surprise thee loitering in this land. Away! Away! Stay not! A mutable and shifting thing is woman ever. Such command he spoke, then melted in the midnight dark away. Note 1: her = Dido Event: Love and Death of Dido |
553-570 Tantos illa suo rumpebat pectore questus: Aeneas celsa in puppi iam certus eundi carpebat somnos rebus iam rite paratis. huic se forma dei uultu redeuntis eodem obtulit in somnis rursusque ita uisa monere est, omnia Mercurio similis, uocemque coloremque et crinis flauos et membra decora iuuenta: 'nate dea, potes hoc sub casu ducere somnos, nec quae te circum stent deinde pericula cernis, demens, nec Zephyros audis spirare secundos? illa dolos dirumque nefas in pectore uersat certa mori, uariosque irarum concitat aestus. non fugis hinc praeceps, dum praecipitare potestas? iam mare turbari trabibus saeuasque uidebis conlucere faces, iam feruere litora flammis, si te his attigerit terris Aurora morantem. heia age, rumpe moras. uarium et mutabile semper femina.' sic fatus nocti se immiscuit atrae. |