Aen. 8.554Fāma volat parvam subitō volgāta per urbem,
555ōcius īre equitēs Tyrrhēnī ad lītora rēgis.Rumour flies suddenly, spread through the little city, that horsemen are going swiftly to the shores of the Tyrrhenian king. Aen. 8.556vōta metū duplicant mātrēs, propiusque periclō
it timor, et maior Mārtis iam appāret imāgō.Mothers redouble their vows in fear, and fear comes closer to danger, and the image of Mars now looms larger. Aen. 8.558tum pater Evandrus dextram complexus euntis
haeret inexplētus lacrimāns, ac tālia fātur:
560Ō mihi praeteritōs referat sī Iuppiter annōs,
(quālis eram, cum prīmam aciem Praeneste sub ipsā
strāvī scūtōrumque incendī victor acervōs
et rēgem hāc Erulum dextrā sub Tartara mīsī,
nāscentī cui trīs animās Fērōnia māter
565(horrendum dictū) dederat;Then father Evander, grasping the right hand of his departing son, clings to it, weeping without end, and speaks thus: 'Oh, if Jupiter would bring back to me the years that are past, (such as I was when beneath Praeneste itself I laid low the front rank and as victor burned heaps of shields, and with this right hand sent King Erulus down to Tartarus, to whom at his birth his mother Feronia (dreadful to tell) had given three lives; Aen. 8.565terna arma movenda,
ter Lētō sternendus erat;three times he had to take up arms, three times he had to be laid low in death; Aen. 8.566cui tunc tamen omnīs
abstulit haec animās dextra et totidem exuit armīs:
nōn ego nunc dulcī amplexū dīvellerer usquam,
nāte, tuō, neque fīnitimō Mezentius umquam
570huic capitī īnsultāns tot ferrō saeva dedisset
fūnera, tam multīs viduāsset cīvibus urbem.yet this right hand then took from him all his lives and stripped him of as many sets of arms): I would not now be torn away from your sweet embrace, my son, nor would Mezentius ever have insulted this neighbouring head and dealt so many savage deaths with the sword, nor bereaved the city of so many citizens.
Aen. 8.572At vōs, ō superī, et dīvom tū māxumē rēctor
Iuppiter, Arcadiī, quaesō, miserēscite rēgis
et patriās audīte precēs.But you, O gods above, and you, Jupiter, greatest ruler of the gods, pity, I beg, the Arcadian king and hear a father's prayers. Aen. 8.574Sī nūmina vestra
575incolumem Pallanta mihi, sī fāta reservant,
sī vīsūrus eum vīvō et ventūrus in ūnum:
vītam ōrō, patior quemvīs dūrāre labōrem.If your divine will, if the fates keep Pallas safe for me, if I am to live to see him and to meet him again: I pray for life, I can endure to bear any toil. Aen. 8.578Sīn aliquem īnfandum cāsum, Fortūna, mināris:
nunc Ō nunc liceat crūdēlem abrumpere vītam,
580dum cūrae ambiguae, dum spēs incerta futūrī,
dum tē, cāre puer, mea sēra et sōla voluptās,
complexū teneō, gravior neu nūntius aurīs
volneret.But if, Fortune, you threaten some unspeakable mischance: now, oh now, let me break off my cruel life, while cares are uncertain, while hope of the future is in doubt, while I hold you in my embrace, dear boy, my late and only delight, and let no heavier news wound my ears.' Aen. 8.583Haec genitor dīgressū dicta suprēmō
fundēbat: famulī conlapsum in tēcta ferēbant.These words the father poured out at their last parting: his servants carried him, fainting, into the house.