Met. 12.210Dūxerat Hippodamēn audācī Ixīone nātus,
nūbigenāsque ferōs positīs ex ōrdine mēnsīs
arboribus tēctō discumbere iusserat antrō.The son of bold Ixion had married Hippodame, and had bidden the wild cloud-born ones to recline at tables set out in order in a tree-roofed cave. Met. 12.213Haemoniī procerēs aderant, aderāmus et ipsī,
fēstaque cōnfūsā resonābat rēgia turbā.The Haemonian chieftains were there, I myself was there too, and the festive palace rang with the jumbled crowd. Met. 12.215Ecce canunt Hymenaeon, et ignibus ātria fūmant,
cinctaque adest virgō mātrum nuruumque catervā;Look, they sing the wedding hymn, and the halls smoke with fires, and the maiden is present, surrounded by a throng of matrons and young wives; Met. 12.217praesignis faciē.outstanding in beauty. Met. 12.217Fēlīcem dīximus illā
coniuge Pīrithoum: quod paene fefellimus ōmen.We called Pirithous fortunate in that bride: an omen we almost proved false. Met. 12.219Nam tibi, saevōrum saevissime Centaurōrum,
220Euryte, quam vīnō pectus, tam virgine vīsā
ārdet, et ēbrietās gemināta libīdine regnat.For your breast, Eurytus, most savage of the savage Centaurs, burns as much at the sight of the maiden as with wine, and drunkenness, doubled by lust, holds sway.
Met. 12.222Prōtinus ēversae turbant convīvia mēnsae,
raptāturque comīs per vim nova nūpta prehēnsīs.At once the overturned tables throw the feast into confusion, and the new bride is dragged off by force, seized by the hair. Met. 12.224Eurytus Hippodamēn, aliī, quam quisque probābant,
225aut poterant, rapiunt, captaeque erat urbis imāgō.Eurytus snatches Hippodame, the others whichever woman each fancied or could, and it was the picture of a captured city. Met. 12.226Fēmineō clamōre sonat domus: ōcius omnēs
surgimus, et prīmus "quae tē vēcordia," Thēseus
"Euryte, pulsat" ait, "quī mē vīvente lacessās
Pīrithoum violēsque duōs ignārus in ūnō?"The house rings with women's screams: swiftly we all rise, and Theseus first says: 'What madness, Eurytus, drives you, that while I live you provoke Pirithous and, in your ignorance, outrage two in one?' Met. 12.232Ille nihil contrā (neque enim dēfendere verbīs
tālia facta potest), sed vindicis ōra protervīs
īnsequitur manibus generōsaque pectora pulsat.He says nothing in reply (for he cannot defend such deeds with words), but assails the face of the avenger with insolent hands and strikes his noble chest. Met. 12.235Forte fuit iūxtā signīs exstantibus asper
antīquus crātēr;It happened that there was nearby an ancient mixing-bowl, rough with projecting figures; Met. 12.236quem vāstum vāstior ipsō
sustulit Aegīdēs adversaque mīsit in ōra.this, huge as it was, the son of Aegeus, huger still, lifted and hurled full in his face.
Met. 12.238Sanguinis ille globōs pariter cerebrumque merumque
vulnere et ōre vomēns madidā resupīnus harēnā
240calcitrat.Vomiting from wound and mouth alike gobs of blood, brains and wine, he lies on his back on the soaked sand and kicks. Met. 12.240Ārdēscunt germānī caede bimembrēs
certātimque omnēs ūnō ōre "arma, arma" loquuntur.His double-bodied brothers blaze at the slaughter, and all vie with one voice in crying: 'Arms, arms!' Met. 12.242Vīna dabant animōs, et prīma pōcula pugnā
missa volant fragilēsque cadī curvīque lebētēs,
rēs epulīs quondam, tum bellō et caedibus aptae.Wine gave them courage, and in the first fighting cups fly through the air, hurled, and fragile jars and curved cauldrons, things once fit for feasts, then for war and slaughter. Met. 12.245Prīmus Ophīonidēs Amycus penetrālia dōnīs
haud timuit spoliāre suīs et prīmus ab aede
lampadibus dēnsum rapuit fūnāle coruscīs,
ēlātumque altē, velutī quī candida taurī
rumpere sacrificā mōlītur colla secūrī,
250inlīsit frontī Lapithae Celadontis et ossa
nōn cognōscendō cōnfūsa relinquit in ōre.First Amycus, son of Ophion, did not fear to strip the shrine of its gifts, and first snatched from the sanctuary a chandelier thick with gleaming lamps, and, raising it high, like one who strives to break the white neck of a bull with the sacrificial axe, dashed it against the forehead of the Lapith Celadon, and leaves his bones crushed past recognition in his face.
Met. 12.252Exsiluēre oculī, disiectīsque ossibus ōris
ācta retrō nāris mediōque est fīxa palātō.His eyes leapt out, and, the bones of his face shattered, his nose was driven back and fixed in the middle of his palate. Met. 12.254Hunc pede convulsō mēnsae Pellaeus acernae
255strāvit humī Pelatēs dēiectō in pectora mentō,
cumque ātrō mīxtōs spūtantem sanguine dentēs
vulnere Tartareās geminātō mittit ad umbrās.Pelates of Pella, with the wrenched-off leg of a maple table, laid him on the ground, his chin forced down onto his chest, and, as he spat out teeth mixed with black blood, with a second wound sends him to the shades of Tartarus. Met. 12.258Proximus ut steterat, spectāns altāria vultū
fūmida terribilī "cūr nōn" ait "ūtimur istīs?"Standing next, eyeing the smoking altars with a terrible look, he said: 'Why do we not use these?' Met. 12.260cumque suīs Grȳneus inmānem sustulit āram
ignibus et medium Lapithārum iēcit in agmen
dēpressitque duōs, Broteān et Orion: Oriō
māter erat Mycalē, quam dēdūxisse canendō
saepe reluctantis cōnstābat cornua lūnae.and Gryneus lifted the huge altar with its fires and hurled it into the midst of the Lapiths' column and crushed two, Broteas and Orios: Orios' mother was Mycale, who, it was well known, had often by her chanting drawn down the horns of the struggling moon.
Met. 12.265"Nōn inpūne ferēs, tēlī modo cōpia dētur!"'You shall not go unpunished, if only I am given a supply of weapons!' Met. 12.266dīxerat Exadius tēlīque habet īnstar, in altā
quae fuerant pīnū vōtīvī cornua cervī.Exadius had said, and has, for a weapon, the antlers of a stag that had been hung as an offering on a tall pine. Met. 12.268Fīgitur hinc duplicī Grȳneus in lūmina rāmō
ēruiturque oculōs, quōrum pars cornibus haeret,
270pars fluit in barbam concrētaque sanguine pendet.With its double branch Gryneus is pierced in the eyes and has them gouged out; part of them sticks to the antlers, part flows down into his beard and hangs there, clotted with blood. Met. 12.271Ecce rapit mediīs flagrantem Rhoetus ab ārīs
prūniceum torrem dextrāque ā parte Charaxī
tempora perstringit fulvō prōtēcta capillō.Look, Rhoetus snatches a blazing brand of plum-wood from the middle of the altars, and on the right side grazes the temples of Charaxus, covered with tawny hair. Met. 12.274Correptī rapidā, velutī seges ārida, flammā
275ārsērunt crīnēs, et vulnere sanguis inūstus
terribilem strīdōre sonum dedit, ut dare ferrum
igne rubēns plērumque solet, quod forcipe curvā
cum faber ēdūxit, lacubus dēmittit: at illud
strīdet et in tepidā submersum sībilat undā.Seized by the swift flame, the hair blazed like a dry cornfield, and the blood seared in the wound gave a terrible hissing sound, such as iron red-hot from the fire usually gives when the smith has drawn it out with curved tongs and plunges it into a trough: it hisses and, sunk in the warmish water, whistles.
Met. 12.280Saucius hirsūtīs avidum dē crīnibus ignem
excutit inque umerōs līmen tellūre revulsum
tollit, onus plaustrī, quod nē permittat in hostem,
ipsa facit gravitās: socium quoque saxea mōlēs
oppressit spatiō stantem propiōre Comēten.Wounded, he shakes the greedy fire from his shaggy hair, and lifts on to his shoulders a threshold torn from the ground, a wagon's load, which its very weight prevents him from hurling at the enemy: the stony mass also crushed his comrade Cometes, standing at a nearer distance. Met. 12.285Gaudia nec retinet Rhoetus: "Sīc, conprecor," inquit
"cētera sit fortis castrōrum turba tuōrum!"Nor does Rhoetus hold back his joy: 'So, I pray,' he says, 'may the rest of the throng of your camp be brave!' Met. 12.287sēmicremōque novat repetītum stīpite vulnus,
terque quaterque gravī iūnctūrās verticis ictū
rūpit, et in liquidō sēdērunt ossa cerebrō.and with the half-burnt stake he renews the wound, striking again, and three and four times with heavy blows he broke the joints of his skull, and the bones settled in the liquid brain. Met. 12.290Victor ad Euagrum Corythumque Dryantaque trānsit;The victor passes on to Euagrus and Corythus and Dryas; Met. 12.291ē quibus ut prīmā tēctus lānūgine mālās
prōcubuit Corythus, "puerō quae glōria fūsō
parta tibi est?"and when, of these, Corythus, his cheeks covered with the first down, fell forward, 'What glory have you won from felling a boy?' Met. 12.293Euagrus ait, nec dīcere Rhoetus
plūra sinit rutilāsque ferōx in aperta loquentis
295condidit ōra virī perque ōs in pectora flammās.says Euagrus; and Rhoetus does not let him say more, but fiercely thrust the ruddy flames into the man's open mouth as he spoke, and through his mouth into his chest.
Met. 12.296Tē quoque, saeve Drya, circum caput igne rotātō
īnsequitur;You too, savage Dryas, he pursues, whirling the fire around his head; Met. 12.297sed nōn in tē quoque cōnstitit īdem
exitus: adsiduae successū caedis ovantem,
quā iūncta est umerō cervīx, sude fīgis obustā.but the same end did not await you too: as he exulted in the success of his unbroken slaughter, you pierce him with a charred stake where the neck joins the shoulder. Met. 12.300Ingemuit dūrōque sudem vix osse revellit
Rhoetus et ipse suō madefactus sanguine fūgit.Rhoetus groaned, and barely wrenched the stake from the hard bone, and, soaked in his own blood, flees himself. Met. 12.302Fugit et Orneus Lycabāsque et saucius armō
dexteriōre Medōn et cum Pisenore Thaumās,
quique pedum nūper certāmine vīcerat omnēs
305Mermeros (acceptō tum vulnere tardius ībat!),
et Pholus et Melaneus et Abās praedātor aprōrum,
quique suīs frūstrā bellum dissuāserat augur,
Astylos: ille etiam metuentī vulnera Nessō
"nē fuge!Orneus flees too, and Lycabas, and Medon, wounded in the right shoulder, and Thaumas with Pisenor, and Mermeros, who had lately beaten all in a foot-race (now, with the wound he had received, he went more slowly!), and Pholus and Melaneus and Abas, hunter of boars, and the augur who had in vain dissuaded his people from war, Astylos: he even says to Nessus, who feared wounds, 'Do not flee!
Met. 12.309ad Herculeōs" inquit "servāberis arcūs."you will be kept for the bow of Hercules.' Met. 12.310At nōn Eurynomus Lycidāsque et Areos et Imbreus
effūgēre necem: quōs omnēs dextra Dryantis
perculit adversōs.But Eurynomus and Lycidas and Areos and Imbreus did not escape death: all of them the right hand of Dryas struck down face to face. Met. 12.312Adversum tū quoque, quamvīs
terga fugae dederās, vulnus, Crēnaee, tulistī;You too, Crenaeus, though you had turned your back in flight, received a wound in front; Met. 12.314nam grave respiciēns inter duo lūmina ferrum,
315quā nāris frontī committitur, accipis, īmae.for, looking back, you take the heavy iron between your two eyes, where the nose meets the base of the forehead.