Aen. 11.59Haec ubi dēflēvit, tollī miserābile corpus
60imperat et tōtō lēctōs ex agmine mittit
mīlle virōs, quī suprēmum comitentur honōrem
intersintque patris lacrimīs, sōlācia lūctūs
exigua ingentis, miserō sed dēbita patrī.When he had finished weeping these words, he orders the pitiable body to be lifted, and sends a thousand men chosen from the whole army to accompany the last honour and share the father's tears, small comfort for a vast grief, but owed to the wretched father. Aen. 11.64Haud segnēs aliī crātēs et molle feretrum
65arbuteīs texunt virgīs et vīmine quernō
exstrūctōsque torōs obtentū frondis inumbrant.Others, not slow, weave hurdles and a soft bier from arbutus shoots and oak wicker, and shade the heaped-up couch with a canopy of leaves. Aen. 11.67Hīc iuvenem agrestī sublīmem strāmine pōnunt,
quālem virgineō dēmessum pollice flōrem
seu mollis violae seu languentis hyacinthī,
70cui neque fulgor adhūc necdum sua fōrma recessit:
nōn iam māter alit tellūs vīrēsque ministrat.Here they lay the young man high on his rustic bed, like a flower cut by a maiden's thumb, a soft violet or a drooping hyacinth, whose sheen and beauty have not yet departed: no longer does mother earth nourish it and supply its strength.
Aen. 11.72Tum geminās vestēs aurōque ostrōque rigentīs
extulit Aenēās, quās illī laeta labōrum
ipsa suīs quondam manibus Sīdōnia Dīdō
75fēcerat et tenuī tēlās discrēverat aurō.Then Aeneas brought out twin garments, stiff with gold and purple, which Sidonian Dido, glad in the labour, had once made for him with her own hands, and had picked out the weave with fine gold. Aen. 11.76Hārum ūnam iuvenī suprēmum maestus honōrem
induit ārsūrāsque comās obnūbit amictū,
multaque praetereā Laurentis praemia pugnae
aggerat et longō praedam iubet ōrdine dūcī.One of these, in sorrow, he puts on the young man as a last honour, and veils in the cloth the hair that is to burn, and besides heaps up many prizes from the Laurentine battle and orders the booty to be led in a long line. Aen. 11.80Addit equōs et tēla, quibus spoliāverat hostem.He adds the horses and weapons of which he had stripped the enemy. Aen. 11.81Vinxerat et post terga manūs, quōs mitteret umbrīs
īnferiās, caesō sparsūrōs sanguine flammās,
indūtōsque iubet truncōs hostīlibus armīs
ipsōs ferre ducēs inimīcaque nōmina fīgī.He had bound behind their backs the hands of those he would send to the shades as offerings for the dead, to sprinkle the flames with the blood of their slaughter, and he orders the leaders themselves to carry tree-trunks dressed in enemy arms, and the hated names to be fixed on them.
Aen. 11.85Dūcitur īnfēlīx aevō cōnfectus Acoetēs:
pectora nunc foedāns pugnīs, nunc unguibus ōra
sternitur et tōtō prōiectus corpore terrae.~.~.Unhappy Acoetes is led along, worn out with age: now disfiguring his breast with his fists, now his face with his nails, he throws himself down and lies stretched full length on the earth . . . Aen. 11.88Dūcunt et Rutulō perfūsōs sanguine currūs.They lead too the chariots drenched with Rutulian blood. Aen. 11.89Post bellātor equus positīs īnsignibus Aethōn
90it lacrimāns guttīsque ūmectat grandibus ōra.Behind comes the warhorse Aethon, his trappings laid aside, weeping, and he wets his face with great drops. Aen. 11.91Hastam aliī galeamque ferunt, nam cētera Turnus
victor habet.Others carry his spear and helmet, for the rest Turnus holds as victor. Aen. 11.92Tum maesta phalanx Teucrīque sequuntur
Tyrrhēnīque omnēs et versīs Arcadēs armīs.Then follow the mourning phalanx, the Teucrians and all the Tyrrhenians, and the Arcadians with arms reversed. Aen. 11.94Postquam omnis longē comitum praecesserat ōrdō,
95substitit Aenēās gemitūque haec addidit altō:
Nōs aliās hinc ad lacrimās eadem horrida bellī
fāta vocant: salvē aeternum mihi, maxime Palla,
aeternumque valē.When the whole column of companions had gone far ahead, Aeneas halted and with a deep groan added this: 'The same grim fates of war call us hence to other tears: hail for ever, greatest Pallas, and for ever farewell.' Aen. 11.98Nec plūra effātus ad altōs
tendēbat mūrōs gressumque in castra ferēbat.Saying no more, he made for the high walls and took his way into the camp.