Aen. 5.623Ō miserae, quās nōn manus inquit Achāïca bellō
trāxerit ad lētum patriae sub moenibus!'O wretched women,' she says, 'whom no Achaean hand dragged to death in war beneath the walls of our homeland! Aen. 5.624Ō gēns
625īnfēlīx, cui tē exitiō Fortūna reservat?O unhappy race, for what destruction is Fortune keeping you? Aen. 5.626Septuma post Troiae exscidium iam vertitur aestās,
cum freta, cum terrās omnēs, tot inhospita saxa
sīderaque ēmēnsae ferimur, dum per mare magnum
Ītaliam sequimur fugientem, et volvimur undīs.The seventh summer since the fall of Troy is now turning, while we are borne along, having measured out all seas, all lands, so many inhospitable rocks and stars, as over the great sea we pursue an Italy that flees from us, and are rolled about by the waves. Aen. 5.630Hīc Erycis fīnēs frāternī, atque hospes Acestēs:
quis prohibet mūrōs iacere et dare cīvibus urbem?Here are the bounds of Eryx, our brother, and Acestes our host: who forbids us to lay down walls and give our citizens a city? Aen. 5.632Ō patria et raptī nēquīquam ex hoste Penātēs,
Nūllane iam Troiae dīcentur moenia?O homeland, and Penates snatched in vain from the enemy, will no walls now ever be called Troy's?
Aen. 5.633Nūsquam
Hectoreōs amnēs, Xanthum et Simoenta, vidēbō?Shall I nowhere see Hector's rivers, Xanthus and Simois? Aen. 5.635Quīn agite et mēcum īnfaustās exūrite puppēs.Come, then, and with me burn these ill-omened ships. Aen. 5.636Nam mihi Cassandrae per somnum vātis imāgō
ārdentēs dare vīsa facēs: Hīc quaerite Troiam;For in my sleep the image of the prophetess Cassandra seemed to give me blazing torches: "Seek Troy here; Aen. 5.638hīc domus est inquit vōbīs.here is your home," she said. Aen. 5.638Iam tempus agī rēs,
nec tantīs mora prōdigiīs.Now is the time to act, and such great portents allow no delay. Aen. 5.639Ēn quattuor ārae
640Neptūnō;See, four altars to Neptune; Aen. 5.640deus ipse facēs animumque ministrat.the god himself supplies the torches and the courage.' Aen. 5.641Haec memorāns, prīma īnfēnsum vī corripit ignem,
sublātāque procul dextrā cōnīxa coruscat,
et iacit: arrēctae mentēs stupefactaque corda
Īliadum.Saying this, she is first to seize the deadly fire with force, and raising her right hand high, straining, brandishes it and throws: the minds of the Trojan women are roused, their hearts stunned. Aen. 5.644Hīc ūna ē multīs, quae maxima nātū,
645Pyrgō, tot Priamī nātōrum rēgia nūtrīx:
Nōn Beroë vōbīs, nōn haec Rhoetēïa, mātrēs,
est Doryclī coniūnx;At this one of the many, the eldest, Pyrgo, royal nurse to so many of Priam's sons, says: 'This is not Beroe, mothers, this is not the Rhoetean wife of Doryclus; Aen. 5.647dīvīnī signa decoris
ārdentēsque notāte oculōs;note the signs of divine beauty and her blazing eyes; Aen. 5.648quī spīritus illī,
quī voltus, vōcisque sonus, vel gressus euntī.what spirit she has, what a face, the sound of her voice, or her step as she walks.
Aen. 5.650Ipsa egomet dūdum Beroēn dīgressa relīquī
aegram, indignantem, tālī quod sōla carēret
mūnere, nec meritōs Anchīsae īnferet honōrēs.I myself just now left Beroe behind, ill, indignant that she alone was missing such a rite and would not pay Anchises the honours due to him.' Aen. 5.653Haec effāta.So she spoke. Aen. 5.654At mātrēs prīmō ancipitēs oculīsque malignīs
655ambiguae spectāre ratēs miserum inter amōrem
praesentis terrae fātīsque vocantia regna,
cum dea sē paribus per caelum sustulit alīs,
ingentemque fugā secuit sub nūbibus arcum.But the mothers at first, wavering, began to eye the ships with malignant looks, torn between a wretched love for the land before them and the kingdom calling them by fate, when the goddess rose through the sky on poised wings and in her flight cut a huge arc beneath the clouds. Aen. 5.659Tum vērō attonitae mōnstrīs āctaeque furōre
660conclāmant, rapiuntque focīs penetrālibus ignem;Then indeed, stunned by the portent and driven by frenzy, they cry out together and snatch fire from the hearths within; Aen. 5.661pars spoliant ārās, frondem ac virgulta facēsque
coniciunt.some strip the altars, and throw on leaves and brushwood and torches.
Aen. 5.662Furit immissīs Volcānus habēnīs
trānstra per et remōs et pictās abiete puppēs.Vulcan rages with loosened reins through benches and oars and sterns of painted fir.