Aen. 11.768Forte sacer Cybelō Chloreus ōlimque sacerdōs
īnsignis longē Phrygiīs fulgēbat in armīs
770spūmantemque agitābat equum, quem pellis aënīs
in plūmam squāmīs aurō cōnserta tegēbat.It chanced that Chloreus, sacred to Cybelus and once a priest, was gleaming from afar, conspicuous in Phrygian arms, and spurring on a foaming horse, which a hide covered, sewn with gold, with bronze scales like plumage. Aen. 11.772Ipse, peregrīnā ferrūgine clārus et ostrō,
spīcula torquēbat Lyciō Gortynia cornū;He himself, resplendent in foreign dark-blue and purple, was shooting Gortynian arrows from a Lycian bow; Aen. 11.774aureus ex umerīs erat arcus et aurea vātī
775cassida;golden was the bow on his shoulders and golden the helmet of the seer; Aen. 11.775tum croceam chlamydemque sinūsque crepantīs
carbaseōs fulvō in nōdum collēgerat aurō
pictus acū tunicās et barbara tegmina crūrum.then he had gathered his saffron cloak and its rustling linen folds into a knot with tawny gold, his tunic and the barbarian coverings of his legs embroidered with the needle. Aen. 11.778Hunc virgō, sīve ut templīs praefīgeret arma
Trōïa, captīvō sīve ut sē ferret in aurō
780vēnātrīx, ūnum ex omnī certāmine pugnae
caeca sequēbātur tōtumque incauta per agmen
fēmineō praedae et spoliōrum ārdēbat amōre,
tēlum ex īnsidiīs cum tandem tempore captō
concitat et superōs Arrūns sīc vōce precātur:
785Summe deum, sānctī custōs Sōractis Apollo,
quem prīmī colimus, cui pīneus ardor acervō
pāscitur et medium frētī pietāte per ignem
cultōrēs multa premimus vestīgia prūnā,
dā, pater, hoc nostrīs abolērī dēdecus armīs,
790omnipotēns.This man the maiden, whether to fix Trojan arms on temples or to parade herself, a huntress, in captured gold, was blindly pursuing, him alone out of the whole contest of battle, and recklessly through all the column she was burning with a woman's love of booty and spoils, when at last Arruns, seizing his moment, launches his spear from ambush and prays thus aloud to the gods above: 'Highest of gods, Apollo, guardian of holy Soracte, whom we worship first, for whom the pine-wood blaze is fed on the heap, and we, your worshippers, trusting in our devotion, plant our steps through the midst of the fire on the thick embers, grant, father, that this disgrace be wiped out by our arms, almighty one.
Aen. 11.790Nōn exuviās pulsaeve tropaeum
virginis aut spolia ūlla petō (mihi cētera laudem
facta ferent): haec dīra meō dum vulnere pestis
pulsa cadat, patriās remeābō inglōrius urbēs.I do not seek the armour or a trophy of the routed maiden or any spoils (my other deeds will bring me praise): so long as this dread plague falls struck down by my wound, I will return without glory to the cities of my fathers.'