Aen. 11.29Sīc ait inlacrimāns recipitque ad līmina gressum,
30corpus ubi exanimī positum Pallantis Acoetēs
servābat senior, quī Parrhasiō Evandrō
armiger ante fuit, sed nōn fēlīcibus aequē
tum comes auspiciīs cārō datus ībat alumnō.So he speaks, weeping, and turns his steps back to the threshold where old Acoetes was keeping watch over the laid-out body of lifeless Pallas; Acoetes had once been armour-bearer to Parrhasian Evander, but then went as a companion given to his dear foster-son under auspices not so happy. Aen. 11.34Circum omnis famulumque manus Trōiānaque turba
35et maestum Īliadēs crīnem dē mōre solūtae.Around him stood the whole band of servants and the Trojan throng, and the Ilian women with their mournful hair unbound according to custom. Aen. 11.36Ut vērō Aenēās foribus sēsē intulit altīs,
ingentem gemitum tūnsīs ad sīdera tollunt
pectoribus, maestōque immūgit rēgia lūctū.But when Aeneas came in at the high doors, they raise a huge groan to the stars, beating their breasts, and the palace bellows with mournful grief. Aen. 11.39Ipse caput niveī fultum Pallantis et ōra
40ut vīdit lēvīque patēns in pectore vulnus
cuspidis Ausoniae, lacrimīs ita fātur obortīs.He himself, when he saw the propped head and face of snow-white Pallas, and the gaping wound of the Ausonian spear-point in his smooth breast, speaks thus as his tears welled up: Aen. 11.42Tēne, inquit, miserande puer, cum laeta venīret,
invīdit Fortūna mihi, nē regna vidērēs
nostra neque ad sēdēs victor veherēre paternās?'Was it you, pitiable boy,' he says, 'that Fortune begrudged me when she came smiling, so that you should not see our kingdom nor ride in victory to your father's home?
Aen. 11.45Nōn haec Evandrō dē tē prōmissa parentī
discēdēns dederam, cum mē complexus euntem
mitteret in magnum imperium metuēnsque monēret
ācrīs esse virōs, cum dūrā proelia gente.These were not the promises about you I had given your father Evander on leaving, when he embraced me as I went and sent me out to a great empire, and warned me in fear that the men were fierce, the battle with a hardy race. Aen. 11.49Et nunc ille quidem spē multum captus inānī
50fors et vōta facit cumulatque altāria dōnīs:
nōs iuvenem exanimum et nīl iam caelestibus ūllīs
dēbentem vānō maestī comitāmur honōre.And now he, much deceived by empty hope, perhaps is even making vows and heaping the altars with gifts: we, grieving, escort with useless honour a lifeless young man who now owes nothing to any of the heavenly gods. Aen. 11.53Īnfēlīx, nātī fūnus crūdēle vidēbis!Unhappy man, you will see the cruel funeral of your son! Aen. 11.54Hī nostrī reditūs expectātīque triumphī!This is our homecoming, these our awaited triumphs! Aen. 11.55Haec mea magna fidēs!This is my great good faith!
Aen. 11.55At nōn, Evandre, pudendīs
vulneribus pulsum adspiciēs nec sōspite dīrum
optābis nātō fūnus pater.But you will not see him, Evander, routed with shameful wounds, nor will you, his father, pray for a dreadful death because your son came home safe. Aen. 11.57Ei mihi, quantum
praesidium Ausonia et quantum tū perdis, Iūle!Ah me, how great a bulwark Ausonia is losing, and how great a one you are losing, Iulus!'