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Notes Display Latin text | translated by Theodore C. Williams Book XI Chapter 8: A single combat? | Next chapter Return to index Previous chapter |
Likewise the mournful Latins far away have built their myriad pyres. Yet of the slain not few in graves are laid, and borne with tears to neighboring country-side or native town; the rest -- promiscuous mass of dead unknown -- to nameless and unhonored ashes burn; with multitude of fires the far-spread fields blaze forth unweariedly. But when from heaven the third morn had dispelled the dark and cold, the mournful bands raked forth the mingled bones and plenteous ashes from the smouldering pyres, then heaped with earth the one sepulchral mound. Now from the hearth-stones of the opulent town of old Latinus a vast wail burst forth, for there was found the chief and bitterest share of all the woe. For mothers in their tears, lone brides, and stricken souls of sisters fond, and boys left fatherless, fling curses loud on Turnus' troth-plight and the direful war: Let him, let Turnus, with his single sword decide the strife, -- they cry, -- and who shall claim Lordship of Italy and power supreme. Fierce Drances whets their fury, urging all that Turnus singly must the challenge hear, and singly wage the war; but others plead in Turnus' favor; the Queen's noble name protects him, and his high renown in arms defends his cause with well-won trophies fair. |
203-224 Nec minus et miseri diuersa in parte Latini innumeras struxere pyras, et corpora partim multa uirum terrae infodiunt, auectaque partim finitimos tollunt in agros urbique remittunt. cetera confusaeque ingentem caedis aceruum nec numero nec honore cremant; tunc undique uasti certatim crebris conlucent ignibus agri. tertia lux gelidam caelo dimouerat umbram: maerentes altum cinerem et confusa ruebant ossa focis tepidoque onerabant aggere terrae. iam uero in tectis, praediuitis urbe Latini, praecipuus fragor et longi pars maxima luctus. hic matres miseraeque nurus, hic cara sororum pectora maerentum puerique parentibus orbi dirum exsecrantur bellum Turnique hymenaeos; ipsum armis ipsumque iubent decernere ferro, qui regnum Italiae et primos sibi poscat honores. ingrauat haec saeuus Drances solumque uocari testatur, solum posci in certamina Turnum. multa simul contra uariis sententia dictis pro Turno, et magnum reginae nomen obumbrat, multa uirum meritis sustentat fama tropaeis. |