Aen. 11.122Tum senior semperque odiīs et crīmine Drancēs
īnfēnsus iuvenī Turnō sīc ōre vicissim
orsa refert: Ō fāma ingēns, ingentior armīs
125vir Trōiāne, quibus caelō tē laudibus aequem?Then old Drances, always hostile to young Turnus with hatred and reproach, answers in his turn with these words: 'O Trojan, great in fame, greater in arms, with what praises can I raise you to the sky? Aen. 11.126Iūstitiaene prius mīrer bellīne labōrum?Am I to admire first your justice or your labours in war? Aen. 11.127Nōs vērō haec patriam grātī referēmus ad urbem
et tē, Sīqua viam dederit fortūna, Latīnō
iungēmus rēgī: quaerat sibi foedera Turnus.We for our part will gratefully carry these words back to our native city and, if fortune grants a way, will join you to King Latinus: let Turnus seek treaties for himself. Aen. 11.130Quīn et fātālīs mūrōrum attollere mōlēs
saxaque subvectāre umerīs Trōiāna iuvābit.Nay more, we shall rejoice to raise the fated mass of your walls and carry Trojan stones on our shoulders.' Aen. 11.132Dīxerat haec, ūnōque omnēs eadem ōre fremēbant.He had spoken these words, and all with one voice murmured the same.
Aen. 11.133Bis sēnōs pepigēre diēs et pāce sequestrā
per silvās Teucrī mīxtīque inpūne Latīnī
135errāvēre iugīs.They agreed on twice six days, and with peace as mediator Teucrians and Latins, mingling, roamed unharmed through the woods over the ridges. Aen. 11.135Ferrō sonat alta bipennī
fraxinus, ēvertunt āctās ad sīdera pīnūs,
rōbora nec cuneīs et olentem scindere cedrum
nec plaustrīs cessant vectāre gementibus ornōs.The tall ash rings with the double-edged iron axe; they overturn pines that soared to the stars; they do not cease to split oaks and fragrant cedar with wedges, nor to haul rowans on groaning wagons.