Aen. 11.336Tum Drancēs īdem īnfēnsus, quem glōria Turnī
oblīquā invidiā stimulīsque agitābat amārīs,
largus opum et linguā melior, sed frīgidā bellō
dexterā, cōnsiliīs habitus nōn fūtilis auctor,
340sēditiōne potēns (genus huic māterna superbum
nōbilitās dabat, incertum dē patre ferēbat),
surgit et hīs onerat dictīs atque aggerat īrās:
Rem nūllī obscūram nostrae nec vōcis egentem
cōnsulis, Ō bone rēx: cūnctī sē scīre fatentur,
345quid fortūna ferat populī, sed dīcere mussant.Then Drances, as hostile as before, whom Turnus' glory goaded with sidelong envy and bitter stings, lavish with his wealth and better with his tongue, but with a right hand cold in war, held no futile adviser in council, powerful in faction (his mother's noble birth gave him proud lineage; his father's was uncertain), rises and with these words loads and heaps up their anger: 'You consult us, good king, on a matter obscure to no one and needing no voice of ours: all confess they know what the fortune of the people portends, but they are afraid to say it. Aen. 11.346Det lībertātem fandī flātūsque remittat
cuius ob auspicium īnfaustum mōrēsque sinistrōs
(dīcam equidem, licet arma mihi mortemque minētur)
lūmina tot cecidisse ducum tōtamque vidēmus
350cōnsēdisse urbem lūctū, dum Troia temptat
castra fugae fīdēns et caelum territat armīs.Let him grant freedom of speech and lower his blustering, he through whose ill-omened leadership and perverse ways (I shall speak, though he threaten me with arms and death) we see so many lights among our leaders fallen and the whole city sunk in grief, while he assails the Trojan camp, trusting in flight, and frightens heaven with his arms.
Aen. 11.352Ūnum etiam dōnīs istīs, quae plūrima mittī
Dardanidīs dīcīque iubēs, ūnum, optime rēgum,
adiciās nec tē ūllīus violentia vincat,
355quīn nātam ēgregiō generō dignīsque hymenaeīs
dēs, pater, et pācem hanc aeternō foedere iungās.One thing more to those gifts which you bid be sent and promised in such numbers to the Dardanians, one thing, best of kings, you should add, and let no man's violence overcome you: that you, a father, give your daughter to a noble son-in-law in a worthy marriage, and bind this peace with an everlasting treaty. Aen. 11.357Quod sī tantus habet mentēs et pectora terror,
ipsum obtestēmur veniamque ōrēmus ab ipsō:
cēdat, iūs proprium rēgī patriaeque remittat.But if such terror holds our minds and hearts, let us entreat the man himself and beg this favour from him himself: let him give way, let him give back to king and country their own right. Aen. 11.360Quid miserōs totiēns in aperta perīcula cīvēs
prōicis, Ō Latiō caput hōrum et causa malōrum?Why do you fling your wretched citizens so often into open danger, you, the head and cause of these evils for Latium?
Aen. 11.362Nūlla salūs bellō: pācem tē poscimus omnēs,
Turne, simul pācis sōlum inviolābile pignus.There is no safety in war: we all ask you for peace, Turnus, and with it the only inviolable pledge of peace. Aen. 11.364Prīmus ego, invīsum quem tū tibi fingis, et esse
365nīl moror, ēn supplex veniō.I first, whom you imagine to be your enemy (and I do not mind being so), see, I come as a suppliant. Aen. 11.365Miserēre tuōrum,
pōne animōs et pulsus abī.Pity your own people, lay aside your pride, and go off beaten. Aen. 11.366Sat fūnera fūsī
vīdimus ingentis et dēsōlāvimus agrōs.Routed, we have seen enough vast deaths and have left our fields desolate. Aen. 11.368Aut sī fāma movet, sī tantum pectore rōbur
concipis et sī adeō dōtālis rēgia cordī est,
370audē atque adversum fīdēns fer pectus in hostem.Or if fame moves you, if you conceive such strength in your breast, and if a palace as dowry is so dear to your heart, be bold and confidently carry your breast against the enemy. Aen. 11.371Scīlicet ut Turnō contingat rēgia coniūnx,
nōs animae vīlēs, inhumāta īnflētaque turba,
sternāmur campīs.So, forsooth, that Turnus may win a royal bride, we, worthless souls, an unburied and unwept crowd, are to be strewn over the plains.
Aen. 11.373Etiam tū, Sīqua tibi vīs,
sī patriī quid Mārtis habēs, illum aspice contrā,
375quī vocat.You too, if you have any strength, if you have anything of your fathers' warlike spirit, look him in the face, the man who challenges you.'