Aen. 8.520Vix ea fātus erat, dēfīxīque ōra tenēbant
Aenēās Anchīsiadēs et fīdus Achātēs
multaque dūra suō trīstī cum corde putābant,
nī signum caelō Cytherēa dedisset apertō.Scarcely had he spoken, and Aeneas, son of Anchises, and faithful Achates kept their eyes fixed on the ground, and were pondering many hard things in their sad hearts, had not the Cytherean given a sign from the open sky. Aen. 8.524Namque inprōvīsō vibrātus ab aethere fulgor
525cum sonitū vēnit, et ruere omnia vīsa repente
Tyrrhēnusque tubae mūgīre per aethera clangor.For unexpectedly a flash, darting from the heavens, came with a crash, and suddenly everything seemed to tumble, and the blare of a Tyrrhenian trumpet to bellow through the sky. Aen. 8.527Suspiciunt, iterum atque iterum fragor increpat ingēns:
arma inter nūbem caelī regiōne serēnā
per sūdum rutilāre vident et pulsa tonāre.They look up; again and again a huge crash resounds: they see arms in a cloud in a clear region of the sky, glowing red through the bright air and thundering as they clash. Aen. 8.530Obstipuēre animīs aliī, sed Trōius hērōs
agnōvit sonitum et dīvae prōmissa parentis.The others were struck with amazement, but the Trojan hero recognised the sound and the promises of his divine mother.
Aen. 8.532Tum memorat: Nē vērō, hospes, nē quaere profectō,
quem cāsum portenta ferant: ego poscor Olympō.Then he says: 'Do not, my host, do not indeed ask what fortune these portents bring: it is I who am called by Olympus. Aen. 8.534Hoc signum cecinit missūram dīva creātrīx,
535sī bellum ingrueret, Volcāniaque arma per aurās
lātūram auxiliō.My divine mother foretold that she would send this sign if war should assail us, and would bring Vulcan's arms through the air to help. Aen. 8.537Heu quantae miserīs caedēs Laurentibus īnstant;Alas, what slaughter awaits the wretched Laurentines; Aen. 8.538quās poenās mihi, Turne, dabis;what a penalty you will pay me, Turnus; Aen. 8.538quam multa sub undās
scūta virum galeāsque et fortia corpora volvēs,
540Thybri pater!how many shields of men and helmets and brave bodies you will roll beneath your waves, father Tiber! Aen. 8.540Poscant aciēs et foedera rumpant.Let them demand battle and break their treaties.'