aeneid 10

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Meanwhile almighty Olympus’ home is opened

And the father of the gods and the king of men calls a meeting

In his starry home from where he, up on high, looks at every land

Both the Trojans camp and the Latin peoples

They sit down in his double-opening house and Jupiter himself begins:

“Great gods, why has your decision changed back & so much against adverse competing wills?

I’d refused Italy to clash in war against the Trojans. Why this disagreement against my ban?

What fear has urged either these people or those people to take up arms and to incite forces of arms

The right time for battle will arrive (don't summon it). When wild Carthage will one day launch a

great destruction against Roman strongholds and the opened up Alps then it will be permitted to fight

it out with hatred and to plunder things. Now, happily, allow and put together a treaty as agreed upon

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Jupiter says these things with a few words and Golden Venus replies with not a few words

‘O father, o eternal authority of men and things (for whom else is there that I can appeal to now)

Do you see that the Rutulians may exult, and Turnus is borne by noble horses through the crowd,

favoured by war? Closed in walls now don't protect the Trojans; rather they join battle within the

gates and on the walls ramparts’ themselves and the ditches overflow with blood.

Aeneas is absent, unaware, will you never allow this siege to be lifted? An enemy once again

threatens the walls of new born Troy and an enemy doesn’t rise again against the Trojans from

Aetolian Arpi and Diomedes. I indeed believe, my wounds remain and I, your offspring, delay

that mortal arms. If the Trojans sought Italy without your grace and divine will, let them atone

for their sins and you won’t have helped them. But if having followed so many oracles, which the

gods above and spirits of the dead gave them, why can anyone turn back your orders or establish

new destinies? Why should I recall the Trojans fleet burned up on the shores of Eryx, why shall I

recall the King of Storms and his raging winds roused from Aeolia, or Iris sent down from the

clouds? Now she even stirs ghosts (this untried lot of the universe only remained) & Allecto,

suddenly let loose on the living, rages through the middle of Italian cities. Concerning empire I’m

not moved, I hoped for those things, while fortune existed; let them, whom you prefer to conquer,

conquer. If theres no region which your cruel wife, may give to the Trojans, o father, through ruined

Troy’s smoking destruction, I entreat, may it be allowed for me to send Ascanius away from the

warfare unharmed & may it be allowed that my grandson survive.

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Aeneas of course, may be tossed about, on unknown waves & he may follow whatever road Fate has

given: but let me have the power to protect & remove this boy from this terrible battle. Amathus is

mine as is high Paphos, and Cythera & Idalia’s home: with his weapons put here.

Let him pass his lifetime inglorious, order that Carthage with its great power, may rule Italy: then

nothing will stand in the way of Tyrian cities. What was the use of them to escape the plague of war

and to have fled through the middle of Greek fire and the dangers of the sea and of the vast land,

undergone by them as long as the Trojans seek Latium, and a resurrected Troy? Would it not have

been better to settle on the fatherland’s last ashes and the soil on which Troy once was? Return

Xanthus and Simonenia to the wretched Trojans, I beg you, & give to the Trojans, o father the chance

to roll back, their misfortunes

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Then royal Juno, driven by severe madness said “why do you compel me to break my deep silences,

& and with words, divulge my pain, having been brought up. Did any of the gods & men compel

Aeneas to pursue war and bring himself as an enemy to King Latinus? He sought Italy, with the fates

his guardians (so be it). Driven by Cassandra’s rage, surely I did not encourage him to leave the camp

or entrust his life to the winds. Surely I did not encourage him to trust the whole responsibility of a

war & the walls to a boy & to agitate Etruscan loyalty and peaceful peoples? What goddess or harsh

power of mine drove him into harm? Where is Juno here, or Iris sent down from the clouds? If

it is shameful for the Italians to surround the growing Troy with flames & that Turnus stands firm in

his native land he for whom Pilemnus is his ancestor, & for whom the goddess Venilla is his mother:

What about the Trojans with black flame, bringing force against the Latins and what about them

planting others fields with their yoke and turning aside their treasure? What about them choosing

fathers-in-law and taking away betrothed girls from their lovers laps? Begging for peace with one

hand and setting up before weapons for their ships? You can remove Aeneas from the greek’s hands &

for the man spread mists and empty winds over them and you can turn their fleets of ships into the

same number of nymphs: is it impious that in opposition I have been of some use to the Rutulians

“Aeneas, unaware of this, is absent” let him be unaware and absent

My moon my man

Paphos is & Idalium & high Cythera are yours: so why do you tamper with a city full of wars &

violent hearts. Am I trying to destroy your frail Troy’s power from the bottom up. I or he who

exposed the wretched Trojans to the Greeks? What was the reason that Europe & Asia stood up in

arms and secretly broke their treaties. With me as leader, did the Trojan adulterer conquer Sparta,

or did I either give him weapons or foster wars from his lust? Then it was right for you to have feared

for your people, late, you swell with unjust complaints and toss about useless quarrels.

Expectations

Meanwhile the kindly sister warns Turnus who passes

by through the middle of the army with his swift chariot to relieve Lausus

When he saw his allies, he said ‘its time to desist from the fight;

I alone should rush against Pallas & Pallas is destined for me alone;

I’d wish that his father himself were present as a spectator

He said these things and his allies withdrew from the battle field

with the Rutulians withdrawal, then the young man, having wondered at

the proud orders is stunned by Turnus and casts his eyes over his mighty body

& he surveys everything far off with a savage vision

then he goes against the tyrants words with the following words:

“I’ll now be praised either with rich spoils seized or for a distinguished death. My father is equal to each fate for me, do away with your threats” having spoken he advanced into the middle of the field of battle. cold fear curdles in the hearts of the Arcandians. Turnus jumped down from his chariot, prepares to go on foot, near at hand; the lion swoops down, when he saw from a high lookout, that a bull was standing far off on the battlefield, thinking over the battles the sight of Turnus coming was not different. When he believed that this man was in reach of his spear, sent. Pallas went first to see if any chance would help a great and daring man. With unequal strength, he speaks to the heavens in such a way: “By my father’s hospitality, and the tables which you went to as a stranger, I beg you, O Hercules, may be present for my mighty undertakings. Let him determine that I tear the blood-red armour from the half-dead man. & let Turnus’ failing sight, meet his conqueror. Hercules heard the young man & from the bottom of his heart let out a great sigh & pours forth useless tears.

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Then the father speaks to the son with friendly words. “For every man there stands his own day, the lifetime, for everyone is short and irretrievable; but to increase the fame by deeds this is virtue’s tasks. So many sons of gods fell under Troy’s high walls & indeed, together with them, Sarpedon, my own offspring, died, his own fates even calls Turnus & hes reached the end of the lifetime given to him. He speaks thus and turned his eyes from the Rutulians’ fields. Then Pallas throws his spear with great strength & pulls out his gleaming sword from its hollow sheath. Flying it falls onto the area on which, the shoulder’s highest coverings rise, & having worked a way from his shield’s edges, also grazed Turnus’ mighty body at last. At this point, Turnus throws his spear, tipped with sharp steel at Pallas, holding it balanced towards Pallas for long time & he speaks in such a way:

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“Look at whether my javelin is more penetrable than yours” He’d said, then the spear pierces through the middle of the shield; so many layers of iron and so many bronze which a bulls hide, put around it, so greatly envelopes with a quivering blow, pierces his breastplate’s boundaries and mighty chest. He tears the hot javelin from the wound in vain: in one and the same way, blood & consciousness follow. He falls onto his wound (his weapons made a sound above him). Dying, he falls onto the hostile earth with a bloody mouth. Then, Turnus standing above him, says “Arcadians, be mindful, bring these words of mine back to Evander: such as he deserves, I’m sending Pallas back. Whatever honour there is of a tomb or whatever solace in burying him, I give it freely. To Aeneas his friendship will not cost him small.” Having said such things, with his left foot, he pressed on the lifeless body, snatching the enormous weight of the belt, the sin imprinted on it; during one night of a wedding, when a band of young men were killed foully, and on the bloody wedding beds, which Clonus, Eurytus’ son, had engraved with much gold; Now Turnus rejoices with his spoils and having taken possessions, he rejoices. O human mind, ignorant of fate and of the future fortune about to come, and how to keep to the limit lifted by favourable characteristics. There shall be a time for Turnus when he will have prayed, that an untouched Pallas had been brought at a great price & when those spoils and the day he will hate. Then numerous companions, with much groaning and tears, carry Pallas back, placed on his field. O grief and great honour, about to return to your parent, this day, first gave you to war, this same day takes you away from it, as you, however leave great heaps of dead Rutulians behind.