Aen. 11.836At Triviae custōs iamdūdum in montibus Ōpis
alta sedet summīs spectatque interrita pugnās.But Opis, guardian of Trivia, has long been sitting high on the mountain tops and watching the battle, undismayed. Aen. 11.838Utque procul mediō iuvenum in clamōre furentum
prōspexit trīstī multātam morte Camillam,
840ingemuitque deditque hās īmō pectore vōcēs:
Heu nimium, virgō, nimium crūdēle luistī
supplicium, Teucrōs cōnāta lacessere bellō!And when far off, in the midst of the shouting of raging young men, she caught sight of Camilla punished with a grim death, she groaned and uttered these words from the depths of her heart: 'Alas, maiden, too cruel, too cruel the penalty you have paid for trying to provoke the Teucrians in war! Aen. 11.843Nec tibi dēsertae in dūmīs coluisse Diānam
prōfuit aut nostrās umerō gessisse sagittās.Nor has it profited you to have worshipped Diana in the thickets in solitude, or to have carried our arrows on your shoulder. Aen. 11.845Nōn tamen indecorem tua tē rēgīna relīquit
extrēmā iam in morte, neque hoc sine nōmine lētum
per gentīs erit aut fāmam patiēris inultae.Yet your queen has not left you unhonoured now at the very end in death, nor will this death be without renown among the nations, nor will you suffer the name of one unavenged.
Aen. 11.848Nam quīcumque tuum violāvit vulnere corpus,
morte luet meritā.For whoever has violated your body with a wound shall pay with a deserved death.' Aen. 11.849Fuit ingēns monte sub altō
850rēgis Dercennī terrēnō ex aggere bustum
antīquī Laurentis opācāque īlice tēctum:
hīc dea sē prīmum rapidō pulcherrima nīsū
sistit et Arruntem tumulō speculātur ab altō.Beneath a high mountain there was a huge tomb of King Dercennus, an ancient Laurentine, made of a mound of earth and covered with shady holm-oak: here the most beautiful goddess first sets herself down with a swift swoop and watches for Arruns from the high mound. Aen. 11.854Ut vīdit laetantem animīs ac vāna tumentem,
855Cūr, inquit, dīversus abīs?When she saw him exulting in spirit and swelling with vanity, 'Why,' she says, 'do you go off the other way? Aen. 11.855Hūc dīrige gressum,
hūc peritūre venī, capiās ut digna Camillae
praemia.Turn your steps this way, come this way to your death, to receive the reward Camilla deserves. Aen. 11.857Tūne etiam tēlīs moriēre Diānae?Shall even you die by the weapons of Diana?' Aen. 11.858dīxit, et aurātā volucrem Thrēissa sagittam
dēprōmpsit pharetrā cornūque īnfēnsa tetendit
860et dūxit longē, dōnec curvāta coīrent
inter sē capita et manibus iam tangeret aequīs,
laevā aciem ferrī, dextrā nervōque papillam.she spoke, and the Thracian maid drew a swift arrow from her gilded quiver and in anger stretched her bow, and drew it far, until the curved ends met and with her hands now level she touched with the left the point of the iron, with the right and the string her breast.
Aen. 11.863Extemplō tēlī strīdōrem aurāsque sonantīs
audiit ūnā Arrūns, haesitque in corpore ferrum.At once and together Arruns heard the whir of the weapon and the sounding air, and the iron stuck fast in his body. Aen. 11.865Illum exspīrantem sociī atque extrēma gementem
oblītī ignōtō campōrum in pulvere linquunt,
Ōpis ad aetherium pennīs aufertur Olympum.Him, breathing his last and groaning his final groans, his comrades forget and leave in the unknown dust of the plains; Opis is borne on her wings to heavenly Olympus.