Aen. 10.16Iuppiter haec paucīs;Jupiter said this in few words; Aen. 10.16at nōn Venus aurea contrā
pauca refert:
Ō pater, Ō hominum rērumque aeterna potestās!but golden Venus says not a few in reply: 'O father, O everlasting power over men and the world! Aen. 10.19Namque aliud quid sit, quod iam implōrāre queāmus?For what else could there be that we might now implore? Aen. 10.20Cernis ut īnsultent Rutulī Turnusque
secundō
Mārte ruat?Do you see how the Rutulians exult, and how Turnus rushes on with Mars in his favour? Aen. 10.22Nōn clausa tegunt iam moenia Teucrōs:
quīn intrā portās atque ipsīs proelia miscent
aggeribus moerōrum et inundant sanguine fossās.Their closed walls no longer protect the Teucrians: indeed, within the gates and on the very ramparts of the walls they join battle, and flood the ditches with blood. Aen. 10.25Aenēās ignārus abest.Aeneas is away and does not know. Aen. 10.25Numquamnē levārī
obsidiōne sinēs?Will you never let them be relieved of siege? Aen. 10.26Mūrīs iterum imminet hostis
nāscentis Troiae
atque iterum in Teucrōs Aetōlīs surgit ab Arpīs
Tȳdīdēs.Again an enemy hangs over the walls of a Troy being born, and again, from Aetolian Arpi, the son of Tydeus rises against the Teucrians.
Aen. 10.29Equidem crēdō, mea volnera restant
30et tua prōgeniēs mortālia dēmoror arma.Truly, I believe, my wounds are still to come, and I, your offspring, am keeping mortal weapons waiting. Aen. 10.31Sī sine pāce tuā atque invītō nūmine Trōēs
Ītaliam petiēre, luant peccāta neque illōs
iūverīs auxiliō;If the Trojans have sought Italy without your leave and against your will, let them pay for their sins, and do not help them with your aid; Aen. 10.33sīn tot respōnsa secūtī,
quae superī mānēsque dabant: cūr nunc tua quisquam
35vertere iussa potest aut cūr nova condere fāta?but if they followed so many oracles, given by the gods above and the shades below, why can anyone now overturn your commands, or why found new fates? Aen. 10.36Quid repetam exūstās Erycīnō in lītore classēs,
quid tempestātum rēgem ventōsque furentīs
Aeoliā excitōs aut āctam nūbibus Īrim?Why should I recall the fleets burned on the shore of Eryx, why the king of storms and the raging winds roused from Aeolia, or Iris driven down from the clouds? Aen. 10.39Nunc etiam mānīs, haec intemptāta manēbat
40sors rērum, movet et superīs immissa repente
Allēctō, mediās Italum bacchāta per urbēs.Now she stirs even the shades (this part of the world remained untried), and Allecto, suddenly let loose on the upper world, has raged like a Bacchant through the midst of the cities of the Italians.
Aen. 10.42Nīl super imperiō moveor: spērāvimus ista,
dum fortūna fuit;I am not moved at all about empire: we hoped for that while Fortune stood; Aen. 10.43vincant quōs vincere māvīs.let those win whom you prefer to win. Aen. 10.44Sī nūlla est regiō, Teucrīs quam det tua coniūnx
45dūra, per ēversae, genitor, fūmantia Troiae
exscidia obtestor, liceat dīmittere ab armīs
incolumem Ascanium, liceat superesse nepōtem.If there is no region that your harsh wife would give the Teucrians, by the smoking ruins of overthrown Troy, father, I beseech you, let me send Ascanius away from the fighting unharmed, let my grandson survive. Aen. 10.48Aenēās sānē ignōtīs iactētur in undīs
et, quamcumque viam dederit Fortūna, sequātur:
50hunc tegere et dīrae valeam subdūcere pugnae.Let Aeneas, indeed, be tossed on unknown waves and follow whatever path Fortune has given: let me be able to protect this boy and withdraw him from the dreadful fight. Aen. 10.51Est Amathūs, est celsa mihi Paphus atque Cythēra
Īdaliaeque domus: positīs inglōrius armīs
exigat hīc aevum.Amathus is mine, lofty Paphos is mine, and Cythera and the house of Idalium: let him lay down his arms and live out his life here without glory.
Aen. 10.53Magnā diciōne iubētō
Karthāgō premat Ausoniam: nihil urbibus inde
55obstābit Tyriīs.Order Carthage to crush Ausonia under her great sway: nothing from there will stand in the way of the Tyrian cities. Aen. 10.55Quid pestem ēvādere bellī
iūvit et Argolicōs medium fūgisse per ignēs
totque maris vāstaeque exhausta perīcula terrae,
dum Latium Teucrī recidīvaque Pergama quaerunt?What good was it to have escaped the plague of war and fled through the midst of Argive fires, and to have drained to the end so many perils of sea and vast land, while the Teucrians seek Latium and a Pergamum reborn? Aen. 10.59Nōn satius cinerēs patriae īnsēdisse suprēmōs
60atque sōlum, quō Troia fuit?Would it not have been better to settle on the last ashes of their homeland and the ground where Troy once stood? Aen. 10.60Xanthum et Simoenta
redde, ōrō, miserīs iterumque revolvere cāsūsGive back Xanthus and Simois to these wretched people, I beg, and to live through once more the misfortunes