Met. 13.399Victor ad Hypsipylēs patriam clārīque Thoantis
400et veterum terrās īnfāmēs caede virōrum
vēla dat, ut referat Tīrynthia tēla, sagittās.The victor sets sail for the homeland of Hypsipyle and famous Thoas, and the lands notorious for the slaughter of the men of old, to bring back the Tirynthian weapons, the arrows. Met. 13.402Quae postquam ad Grāiōs, dominō comitante, revēxit,
imposita estque ferō tandem manus ultima bellō,
Īlion ārdēbat, neque adhūc cōnsēderat ignis,
exiguumque senis Priamī Iovis ārā cruōrem
410combiberat trācta atque comīs antistita Phoebī
nōn prōfectūrās tendēbat ad aethera palmās.After he had brought these back to the Greeks, with their owner accompanying him, and the final hand was at last laid on the fierce war, Ilium was burning, and the fire had not yet died down, and the altar of Jupiter had drunk up the scanty blood of old Priam, and the priestess of Phoebus, dragged by her hair, was stretching up to the heavens hands that would not avail. Met. 13.412Dardanidas mātrēs patriōrum signa deōrum,
dum licet, amplexās succēnsaque templa tenentēs
invidiōsa trahunt victōrēs praemia Grāī.The Dardan mothers, clasping the images of their ancestral gods while they still may and clinging to the burning temples, the victorious Greeks drag off as enviable prizes.
Met. 13.415Mittitur Astyanax illīs dē turribus, unde
pugnantem prō sē proavītaque regna tuentem
saepe vidēre patrem mōnstrātum ā mātre solēbat.Astyanax is thrown from those towers from which, pointed out by his mother, he used often to see his father fighting for him and guarding his ancestral kingdom. Met. 13.418Iamque viam suādet boreās, flātūque secundō
carbasa mōta sonant, iubet ūtī nāvita ventīs.And now the north wind urges the voyage, and the sails, stirred by a favouring breeze, flap; the sailor bids them use the winds. Met. 13.420"Troia, valē!'Troy, farewell! Met. 13.420rapimur" clāmant, dant ōscula terrae
Trōadēs et patriae fūmantia tēcta relinquunt.we are carried off!' cry the Trojan women; they kiss the ground and leave the smoking roofs of their homeland. Met. 13.422Ultima cōnscendit classem (miserābile vīsū!)
in mediīs Hecubē nātōrum inventa sepulcrīs:
prēnsantem tumulōs atque ossibus ōscula dantem
425Dūlichiae trāxēre manūs, tamen ūnīus hausit
inque sinū cinerēs sēcum tulit Hectoris haustōs;Last to board the fleet (a pitiful sight!) was Hecuba, found in the midst of her sons' tombs: as she clung to the mounds and kissed the bones, Dulichian hands dragged her away; yet she scooped up the ashes of one, Hector, and carried the scooped-up ashes away with her in her bosom; Met. 13.427Hectoris in tumulō cānum dē vertice crīnem,
īnferiās inopēs, crīnem lacrimāsque relīquit.on Hector's tomb she left white hair from her head, a poor offering to the dead, her hair and her tears.
Met. 13.429Est, ubi Troia fuit, Phrygiae contrāria tellūs,
430Bistoniīs habitāta virīs: Polymēstoris illīc
rēgia dīves erat, cui tē commīsit alendum
clam, Polydōre, pater Phrygiīsque remōvit ab armīs,
cōnsilium sapiēns, sceleris nisi praemia magnās
adiēcisset opēs, animī inrītāmen avārī.There is a land opposite Phrygia, where Troy was, inhabited by Bistonian men: there was the rich palace of Polymestor, to whom your father secretly entrusted you, Polydorus, to be brought up, and removed you from the Phrygian fighting, a wise plan, had he not added great wealth, the reward of crime, a provocation to a greedy mind. Met. 13.435Ut cecidit fortūna Phrygum, capit impius ēnsem
rēx Thrācum iugulōque suī dēmīsit alumnī
et, tamquam tollī cum corpore crīmina possent,
exanimem scopulō subiectās mīsit in undās.When the fortune of the Phrygians fell, the impious king of the Thracians takes his sword and plunged it into the throat of his ward, and, as if crimes could be removed along with the body, he threw him lifeless from a crag into the waves beneath. Met. 13.439Lītore Thrēiciō classem religārat Atrīdēs,
440dum mare pācātum, dum ventus amīcior esset.On the Thracian shore the son of Atreus had moored his fleet, until the sea should be calm, until the wind should be friendlier.
Met. 13.441Hīc subitō, quantus cum vīveret esse solēbat,
exit humō lātē ruptā similisque minantī
temporis illīus vultum referēbat Achillēs,
quō ferus iniūstum petiit Agamemnona ferrō, "inmemorēs" que "meī discēditis" inquit "Achīvī,
obrutaque est mēcum virtūtis grātiā nostrae?Here suddenly, as large as he used to be when he was alive, Achilles comes out of the ground, which split wide open, and, like one threatening, he wore the look of that time when he fiercely attacked unjust Agamemnon with his sword, and said, 'Are you departing, Achaeans, forgetful of me, and is gratitude for my valour buried with me? Met. 13.447Nē facite!Do not do so! Met. 13.447utque meum nōn sit sine honōre sepulcrum,
placet Achillēōs mactātā Polyxenā mānēs!"and so that my tomb may not be without honour, let Polyxena be sacrificed to appease the shade of Achilles!' Met. 13.449Dīxit, et inmītī sociīs pārentibus umbrae,
450rapta sinū mātris, quam iam prope sōla fovēbat,
fortis et īnfēlīx et plūs quam fēmina virgō
dūcitur ad tumulum dīrōque fit hostia bustō.He spoke, and, his comrades obeying the pitiless shade, the maiden, torn from the bosom of her mother, whom she was now almost alone in comforting, brave and unhappy and more than a woman, is led to the tomb and becomes a victim for the dread pyre.
Met. 13.453Quae memor ipsa suī, postquam crūdēlibus ārīs
admōta est sēnsitque sibi fera sacra parārī,
455utque Neoptolemum stantem ferrumque tenentem
utque suō vīdit fīgentem lūmina vultū,
ūtere iamdūdum generōsō sanguine!"She, mindful of who she was, after she was brought to the cruel altar and perceived that the savage rites were being prepared for her, and when she saw Neoptolemus standing and holding the sword and fixing his eyes on her face, 'Use my noble blood at once!' Met. 13.457dīxit,
"nūlla mora est: aut tū iugulō vel pectore tēlum
conde meō!she said; 'there is no delay: bury your weapon in my throat or in my breast!' Met. 13.459(iugulumque simul pectusque retēxit)
Mors tantum vellem mātrem mea fallere posset!(and at the same time she bared her throat and her breast) 'I only wish my death could escape my mother's notice! Met. 13.463Māter obest minuitque necis mihi gaudia, quamvīs
nōn mea mors illī, vērum sua vīta gemenda est.My mother stands in the way and lessens my joy in death, though it is not my death but her own life that she should lament.
Met. 13.465Vōs modo, nē Stygiōs adeam nōn lībera mānēs,
īte procul, sī iūsta petō, tāctūque virīlēs
virgineō removēte manūs!Only you, so that I may not go to the Stygian shades unfree, stand far off, if I ask what is just, and keep men's hands from touching a maiden! Met. 13.467Acceptior illī,
quisquis is est, quem caede meā plācāre parātis,
līber erit sanguis.More acceptable to him, whoever he is whom you are preparing to appease with my slaughter, will be free blood. Met. 13.469Sīquōs tamen ultima nostrī
470verba movent ōris (Priamī vōs fīlia rēgis,
nunc captīva rogat), genetrīcī corpus inēmptum
reddite, nēve aurō redimat iūs trīste sepulcrī,
sed lacrimīs!Yet if the last words of my lips move any of you (it is the daughter of King Priam who asks you, now a captive), give my body back to my mother without ransom, and let her not buy the sad right of a tomb with gold, but with tears! Met. 13.473Tunc, cum poterat, redimēbat et aurō."Before, when she could, she would buy back with gold as well.' Met. 13.474Dīxerat, at populus lacrimās, quās illa tenēbat,
475nōn tenet;She had spoken, but the people do not hold back the tears that she was holding back; Met. 13.475ipse etiam flēns invītusque sacerdōs
praebita coniectō rūpit praecordia ferrō.even the priest himself, weeping and unwilling, drove in his blade and broke open the breast she offered.
Met. 13.477Illa super terram dēfectō poplite lābēns
pertulit intrepidōs ad fāta novissima vultūs.She, sinking to the earth on failing knees, kept her face unafraid to the very end. Met. 13.479Tunc quoque cūra fuit partēs vēlāre tegendās,
480cum caderet, castīque decus servāre pudōris.Even then it was her care, as she fell, to veil the parts that should be covered, and to keep the grace of chaste modesty. Met. 13.481Trōadēs excipiunt dēplōrātōsque recēnsent
Priamidās et quid dederit domus ūna cruōris,
tēque gemunt, virgō, tēque, ō modo rēgia coniūnx,
rēgia dicta parēns, Asiae flōrentis imāgō,
485nunc etiam praedae mala sors, quam victor Ulixēs
esse suam nōllet, nisi quod tamen Hectora partū
ēdiderās: dominum mātrī vix repperit Hector!The Trojan women take her up and count over the children of Priam they have mourned, and how much blood one house has given, and they lament you, maiden, and you, lately called royal wife and royal mother, image of flourishing Asia, now a poor lot even among the plunder, whom victorious Ulysses would not want as his, except that you had given birth to Hector: Hector barely found a master for his mother!
Met. 13.488Quae corpus complexa animae tam fortis ināne,
quās totiēns patriae dederat nātīsque virōque,
490huic quoque dat lacrimās lacrimās in vulnera fundit
ōsculaque ōre tegit cōnsuētaque pectora plangit
cānitiemque suam concrētō in sanguine verrēns
plūra quidem, sed et haec laniātō pectore dīxit:She, embracing the body empty of so brave a spirit, gives to it too the tears she had so often given to her country and her children and her husband; she pours tears into the wounds, covers its lips with kisses, beats her breast so used to beating, and, sweeping her white hair in the clotted blood, she said much indeed, but this too, as she tore her breast: