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 * Aeneid 12.887-952

Aeneas instat contra telumque coruscat ingens arboreum, et saevo sic pectore fatur: 'Quae nunc deinde mora est? Aut quid iam, Turne, retractas? Non cursu, saevis certandum est comminus armis.** **890**

Aeneas presses on, and brandishes his huge treelike weapon in response, and thus speaks from his fierce chest: "What further delay is there? Or, Turnus, why do you now draw back?" Not by running, but by fierce arms must [the battle] be fought, hand-to-hand. sive animis sive arte vales; opta ardua pennis astra sequi clausumque caua te condere terra.' Ille caput quassans: 'Non me tua fervida terrent dicta, ferox; di me terrent et Iuppiter hostis.'** **895**
 * Verte omnis tete in facies et contrahe quidquid

whatever you can whether by your courage or your skill; choose to reach the high stars with wings and to bury yourself shut in the hollow earth." He (Turnus), shaking his head, responded: "Your hot words do not frighten me, wild one; it is the gods I fear, and hostile Jupiter."
 * Change yourself ** into all your shapes and bring together

saxum antiquum ingens, campo quod forte iacebat, limes agro positus litem ut discerneret arvis. Vix illum lecti bis sex ceruice subirent, qualia nunc hominum producit corpora tellus;** **900** altior insurgens et cursu concitus heros.
 * Nec plura effatus saxum circumspicit ingens,
 * ille manu raptum trepida torquebat in hostem

Not speaking many words more, he saw a huge rock, a great ancient rock, which by chance was laying in the field, a boundary being placed on the ground in order to dissolve the disputes over the plowed fields. Scarcely, twice six (twelve) men of the sort that the earth now produces could have lifted it on ther neck; but that man by his hand was hurling the snatched stone into the enemy, rising up higher, and the was rising up, running.

//NOTE: I.e., he was standing up, and throwing at a run. He's doing what he's doing at a run.//

**// **Sed neque currentem se nec cognoscit euntem tollentemue manu saxumue immane mouentem; genua labant, gelidus concreuit frigore sanguis.** **905** **Tum lapis ipse viri vacuum per inane volutus nec spatium evasit totum neque pertulit ictum.**

But neither does he recognize himself running nor going or raising with his hand or moving the huge rock; his knees give way, his icy blood congealed by a chill. Then the stone, hurled by the warrior through the empty air, neither traveled the whole distance nor conveyed the blow.

**Ac velut in somnis, oculos ubi languida pressit nocte quies, nequiquam avidos extendere cursus velle videmur et in mediis conatibus aegri** **910** sufficiunt vires nec vox aut verba sequuntur:**
 * succidimus; non lingua valet, non corpore notae

And as in slumbers, when sluggish rest presses the eyes at night, in vain we seem to want to stretch our course eagerly and we fall unwell in the midst of the undertaking; our is impotent, our familiar strength in our body is not adequate, and neither voice nor words follow.

successum dea dira negat. Tum pectore sensus vertuntur varii; Rutulos aspectat et urbem** **915** nec quo se eripiat, nec qua vi tendat in hostem, nec currus usquam videt aurigamue sororem.** // Thus the harsh goddess denies Turnus success, wherever he sought a way with his courage. Then his thoughts turn to other things in his heart; the Rutulians and the city and he hesitated in fear and he began to fear that death threatened him, he neither sees by whom he would be snatched, nor with what powers he would strive against the enemy, he saw neither flight anywhere nor his sister, the chariot driver.
 * sic Turno, quacumque viam virtute petivit,
 * cunctaturque metu letumque instare tremescit,

sortitus fortunam oculis, et corpore toto** **920** tormento sic saxa fremunt nec fulmine tanti dissultant crepitus. Volat atri turbinis instar exitium dirum hasta ferens orasque recludit loricae et clipei extremos septemplicis orbis;** **925** ingens ad terram duplicato poplite Turnus.
 * Cunctanti telum Aeneas fatale coruscat,
 * eminus intorquet. Murali concita numquam
 * per medium stridens transit femur. Incidit ictus

At the delaying one Aeneas shakes his fatal spear, having selected the chance with his eyes, and with his whole body he hurls it at distance. Thus never did the stones fly from the catapult so violenty nor does such a clashing leap, apart from a thunderbolt. Like a black hurricane the spear flew on bearing dire destruction and pierces the outer circle of the sevenfold shield, the breastplace's lowering rim; and hissing, it passes through the center of his thigh. Mighty Turnus sank, his knee bent beneath him, under the blow.

****Consurgunt gemitu Rutuli totusque remugit mons circum et vocem late nemora alta remittunt. Ille humilis supplex oculos dextramque precantem** **930 protendens 'Equidem merui nec deprecor' inquit;**

mountain resounds around the high woods, echo their voice far and wide. The horrible suppliant extending his eyes and his praying right hand, "Indeed I have deserved this and do not seek to avoid it," he says; **
 * The Rutulians jump to their feet with a groan and the whole

tangere cura potest, oro (fuit et tibi talis Anchises genitor) Dauni miserere senectae et me, seu corpus spoliatum lumine mavis,** **935 redde meis. Vicisti et victum tendere palmas Ausonii videre; tua est Lvuinia coniunx, ulterius ne tende odiis.' Stetit acer in armis Aeneas voluens oculos dextramque repressit;**
 * 'utere sorte tua. Miseri te si qua parentis

is able to touch you, I beg you (also such a father as Anchises was to you) to pity the old age of Daunus, and return to me my people, or if you prefer, my body, stripped of life. You and succeeded and are the conqueror, the Ausonii have seen me stretch out my hands ([in defeat]); Lavinia is your bride, do not extend your rage any further." Aeneas stood fierce in his arms, rolling his eyes, and restrained his right hand; **
 * "use your luck. If any care of a wretched parent

coeperat, infelix umero cum apparuit alto balteus et notis fulserunt cingula bullis Pallantis pueri, victum quem vulnere Turnus strauerat atque umeris inimicum insigne gerebat** **.
 * Et iam iamque magis cunctantem flectere sermo** **940

And more and more his speech had begun to bend the hesitating man, when the unfortunate belt on his high shoulder caught his (Aeneas' eye), and the swordbelt of the boy Pallas flashed with its familiar studs, whom, conquered, Turnus had strewn with a wound and was bearing the hostile honor on his shoulders.

// NOTE: Belt on his shoulder = a // [|baldric]. **

exuviasque hausit, furiis accensus et ira terribilis: 'Tune hinc spoliis indute meorum eripiare mihi? Pallas te hoc vulnere, Pallas immolat et poenam scelerato ex sanguine sumit.'**
 * Ille, oculis postquam saevi monimenta doloris** **945

As soon as his eyes saw that monument (belt), a memory of a cruel grief, [Aeneas], blazing with fury, and terrible in his anger cries: "Wearing the spoils of the one who was my own, will you be snatched from my grasp? [It is] Pallas who sacrifices you with this wound, and Pallas who exacts revenge from your guilty blood."

fervidus; ast illi solvuntur frigore membra vitaque cum gemitu fugit indignata sub umbras.**
 * Hoc dicens ferrum adverso sub pectore condit** **950

Saying this **, he angrily settles his sword under his opponent's chest; yet his member are loosened with coldness, and with a groan his despised life flies under the shadows. **

**END.**