Met. 13.313Nec Poeantiadēn quod habet Vulcānia Lēmnos,
esse reus meruī: factum dēfendite vestrum,
315cōnsēnsistis enim.Nor have I deserved to be put on trial because Vulcan's Lemnos holds the son of Poeas: defend your own deed, for you consented to it. Met. 13.315Nec mē suāsisse negābō,
ut sē subtraheret bellīque viaeque labōrī
temptāretque ferōs requiē fīnīre dolōrēs.Nor will I deny that I advised him to withdraw from the toil of war and of the journey and to try to end his fierce pains by rest. Met. 13.318Pāruit et vīvit!He obeyed, and he lives! Met. 13.318Nōn haec sententia tantum
fīda, sed et fēlīx, cum sit satis esse fidēlem.This advice was not only loyal but fortunate, though it is enough to be loyal. Met. 13.320Quem quoniam vātēs dēlenda ad Pergama poscunt,
nē mandāte mihi: melius Telamōnius ībit
ēloquiōque virum morbīs īrāque furentem
molliet aut aliquā prōdūcet callidus arte.Since the seers demand him for the destruction of Pergamum, do not entrust the task to me: better that Telamon's son should go, and with his eloquence soothe the man raging with sickness and anger, or cleverly draw him out by some art.
Met. 13.324Ante retrō Simoīs fluet et sine frondibus Īdē
325stābit et auxilium prōmittet Achāia Troiae,
quam, cessante meō prō vestrīs pectore rēbus,
Aiācis stolidī Danaīs sollertia prōsit!Sooner will the Simois flow backwards and Ida stand without leaves and Achaea promise help to Troy, than, with my heart ceasing to work for your interests, the shrewdness of stupid Ajax should be of use to the Danaans! Met. 13.328Sīs licet īnfestus sociīs rēgīque mihique,
dūrē Philoctētē, licet exsecrēre meumque
330dēvoveās sine fīne caput cupiāsque dolentī
mē tibi forte darī nostrumque haurīre cruōrem,
tē tamen adgrediar mēcumque redūcere nītar,
tamque tuīs potiar (faveat Fortūna!) sagittīs,
335quam sum Dardaniō, quem cēpī, vāte potītus,
quam respōnsa deum Trōiānaque fāta retēxī,
quam rapuī Phrygiae signum penetrāle Minervae
hostibus ē mediīs.Though you are hostile to your comrades and the king and me, hard Philoctetes, though you curse me and devote my head to destruction without end and long that I might by chance be given to you in your pain and that you might drain my blood, yet I shall approach you and strive to bring you back with me, and I shall gain possession of your arrows (may Fortune favour me!) as surely as I gained possession of the Dardan seer whom I captured, as surely as I uncovered the answers of the gods and the fates of Troy, as surely as I snatched the inmost image of Phrygian Minerva from the midst of the enemy.
Met. 13.338Et sē mihi comparat Aiāx?And Ajax compares himself with me? Met. 13.339Nempe capī Troiam prohibēbant fāta sine illō:
340fortis ubi est Aiāx?The fates, of course, forbade Troy to be taken without that image: where is brave Ajax? Met. 13.340Ubi sunt ingentia magnī
verba virī?Where are the huge words of the great man? Met. 13.341Cūr hīc metuis?Why are you afraid here? Met. 13.341cūr audet Ulixēs
īre per excubiās et sē committere noctī
perque ferōs ēnsēs nōn tantum moenia Trōum,
vērum etiam summās arcēs intrāre suāque
345ēripere aede deam raptamque adferre per hostēs?why does Ulysses dare to go through the sentries and entrust himself to the night and, through savage swords, to enter not only the walls of the Trojans but even their highest citadel, and snatch the goddess from her shrine and carry her off through the enemy? Met. 13.346Quae nisi fēcissem, frūstrā Telamōne creātus
gestāsset laevā taurōrum tergora septem.Had I not done this, in vain would the son of Telamon have carried the hides of seven bulls on his left arm. Met. 13.348Illā nocte mihi Troiae victōria parta est,
Pergama tunc vīcī, cum vincī posse coēgī!On that night victory over Troy was won by me; I conquered Pergamum then, when I made it possible for it to be conquered!
Met. 13.350Dēsine Tȳdīdēn vultūque et murmure nōbīs
ostentāre meum: pars est sua laudis in illō.Stop pointing out to us my comrade, the son of Tydeus, with your looks and your muttering: his share of the praise is in that deed. Met. 13.352Nec tū, cum sociā clipeum prō classe tenēbās,
sōlus erās: tibi turba comes, mihi contigit ūnus.Nor were you alone when you were holding your shield before the allied fleet: you had a crowd as companions, I had only one. Met. 13.354Quī nisi pugnācem scīret sapiente minōrem
355esse nec indomitae dēbērī praemia dextrae,
ipse quoque haec peteret, peteret moderātior Aiāx
Eurypylusque ferōx clārōque Andraemone nātus,
nec minus Idomeneus patriāque creātus eadem
Mērionēs, peteret maiōris frāter Atrīdae:
360quippe manū fortēs nec sunt tibi Mārte secundī,
cōnsiliīs cessēre meīs.And if he did not know that the fighter is inferior to the wise man and that the prizes are not owed to an untamed right hand, he himself would also seek these; the more moderate Ajax would seek them, and fierce Eurypylus, and the son of famous Andraemon, and no less Idomeneus, and Meriones born of the same country; the brother of the elder son of Atreus would seek them: for, though brave in hand and not second to you in war, they have yielded to my counsels.
Met. 13.361Tibi dextera bellō
ūtilis: ingenium est, quod eget moderāmine nostrō;Your right hand is useful in war: it is your mind that needs my guidance; Met. 13.363tū vīrēs sine mente geris, mihi cūra futūrī;you have strength without intelligence, I have care for the future; Met. 13.364tū pugnāre potes, pugnandī tempora mēcum
365ēligit Atrīdēs;you can fight; the times for fighting the son of Atreus chooses with me; Met. 13.365tū tantum corpore prōdēs,
nōs animō;you serve only with your body, we with our mind; Met. 13.366quantōque ratem quī temperat, anteit
rēmigis officium, quantō dux mīlite maior,
tantum ego tē superō;and as much as the man who steers the ship surpasses the oarsman's duty, as much as the general is greater than the soldier, so much do I surpass you; Met. 13.368nec nōn in corpore nostrō
pectora sunt potiōra manū: vigor omnis in illīs.and in my body, too, the heart is more powerful than the hand: all vigour lies in it. Met. 13.370At vōs, ō procerēs, vigilī date praemia vestrō,
prōque tot annōrum cūrā, quibus ānxius ēgī,
hunc titulum meritīs pēnsandum reddite nostrīs.But you, chieftains, give the prize to your watchman, and in return for the care of so many years, which I have spent in anxiety, award this distinction as a recompense for my merits.
Met. 13.373Iam labor in fīne est: obstantia fāta remōvī
altaque posse capī faciendō Pergama cēpī.Now the toil is at an end: I have removed the opposing fates, and by making lofty Pergamum capable of capture I have captured it. Met. 13.375Per spēs nunc sociās cāsūraque moenia Trōum
perque deōs ōrō, quōs hostī nūper adēmī,
per sīquid superest, quod sit sapienter agendum,
sīquid adhūc audāx ex praecipitīque petendum est,
380este meī memorēs!By our shared hopes now, and the walls of the Trojans doomed to fall, and by the gods whom I lately took from the enemy, by anything that still remains to be done with wisdom, if anything bold and perilous still remains to be sought, remember me! Met. 13.380Aut sī mihi nōn datis arma,
huic date!"Or, if you do not give the arms to me, give them to her!' Met. 13.381— et ostendit signum fātāle Minervae.— and he showed the fateful image of Minerva. Met. 13.382Mōta manus procerum est, et quid fācundia posset,
rē patuit, fortisque virī tulit arma disertus.The band of chieftains was moved, and what eloquence could do was revealed in the event: the man of words carried off the brave man's arms.
Met. 13.384Hectora quī sōlus, quī ferrum ignēsque Iovemque
385sustinuit totiēns, ūnam nōn sustinet īram,
invictumque virum vīcit dolor: arripit ēnsem
et "meus hic certē est!He who alone so often withstood Hector, who withstood sword and fire and Jupiter, does not withstand one thing, his anger, and grief conquered the unconquered hero: he seizes his sword and, 'This at least is mine! Met. 13.387an et hunc sibi poscit Ulixēs?Or does Ulysses claim this too for himself? Met. 13.388Hōc" ait "ūtendum est in mē mihi, quique cruōre
saepe Phrygum maduit, dominī nunc caede madēbit,
390nē quisquam Aiācem possit superāre nisi Aiāx."This,' he says, 'I must use against myself, and the blade that has often been wet with Phrygian blood will now be wet with its master's death, so that no one may overcome Ajax but Ajax.' Met. 13.391Dīxit et in pectus tum dēmum vulnera passum,
quā patuit ferrō, lētālem condidit ēnsem.He spoke, and into his breast, which then at last suffered a wound, where it lay open to the steel, he plunged the deadly sword. Met. 13.393Nec valuēre manūs īnfīxum ēdūcere tēlum:
expulit ipse cruor, rubefactaque sanguine tellūs
395purpureum viridī genuit dē caespite flōrem,
quī prius Oebaliō fuerat dē vulnere nātus;Nor could hands draw out the embedded weapon: the blood itself drove it out, and the earth, reddened with blood, produced from the green turf a purple flower, which had earlier been born from the Oebalian wound; Met. 13.397littera commūnis mediīs puerōque virōque īnscrīpta est foliīs, haec nōminis, illa querellae.letters shared by boy and man are inscribed in the middle of its petals, these of a name, those of a lament.