Aen. 8.630Fēcerat et viridī fētam Māvortis in antrō
prōcubuisse lupam, geminōs huic ūbera circum
lūdere pendentīs puerōs et lambere mātrem
impavidōs, illam teretī cervīce reflexā
mulcēre alternōs et corpora fingere linguā.He had made, too, the mother wolf lying stretched in the green cave of Mars, the twin boys playing around her, hanging at her teats and suckling their mother without fear, and she, her smooth neck bent back, caressing them in turn and shaping their bodies with her tongue. Aen. 8.635Nec procul hinc Rōmam et raptās sine mōre Sabīnās
cōnsessū caveae magnīs circēnsibus āctīs
addiderat subitōque novum cōnsurgere bellum
Rōmulidīs Tatiōque senī Curibusque sevērīs.Not far from here he had added Rome, and the Sabine women lawlessly carried off from the seated crowd of the theatre when the great Circus games were held, and a new war suddenly arising for the sons of Romulus and aged Tatius and stern Cures. Aen. 8.639Post īdem inter sē positō certāmine rēgēs
640armātī Iovis ante āram paterāsque tenentēs
stābant et caesā iungēbant foedera porcā.Afterwards the same kings, their strife laid aside, stood armed before the altar of Jupiter holding bowls, and joined treaties by sacrificing a sow.
Aen. 8.642Haud procul inde citae Mettum in dīversa quadrīgae
distulerant, at tū dictīs, Albāne, manērēs,
raptābatque virī mendācis viscera Tullus
645per silvam, et sparsī rōrābant sanguine veprēs.Not far from there swift four-horse chariots, driven apart, had torn Mettus asunder (but you, man of Alba, should have kept your word!), and Tullus was dragging the false man's entrails through the wood, and the brambles dripped, sprinkled with blood. Aen. 8.646Nec nōn Tarquinium ēiectum Porsenna iubēbat
accipere ingentīque urbem obsidiōne premēbat:
Aeneadae in ferrum prō lībertāte ruēbant.Porsenna too was ordering them to take back the banished Tarquin and was pressing the city with a mighty siege: the sons of Aeneas were rushing onto the sword for freedom. Aen. 8.649Illum indignantī similem similemque minantī
650aspicerēs, pontem audēret quia vellere Cocles
et fluvium vinclīs innāret Cloelia ruptīs.You would have seen him like one indignant and like one threatening, because Cocles dared to tear down the bridge and Cloelia, breaking her bonds, swam the river. Aen. 8.652In summō custōs Tarpeiae Mānlius arcis
stābat prō templō et Capitōlia celsa tenēbat,
Rōmuleōque recēns horrēbat rēgia culmō.At the top Manlius, guardian of the Tarpeian citadel, stood before the temple and held the lofty Capitol, and the palace bristled fresh with the thatch of Romulus.
Aen. 8.655Atque hīc aurātīs volitāns argenteus ānser
porticibus Gallōs in līmine adesse canēbat.And here a silver goose, fluttering through gilded colonnades, was crying that the Gauls were on the threshold. Aen. 8.657Gallī per dūmōs aderant arcemque tenēbant,
dēfēnsī tenebrīs et dōnō noctis opācae:
aurea caesariēs ollīs atque aurea vestis,
660virgātīs lūcent sagulīs, tum lactea colla
aurō innectuntur, duo quisque Alpīna coruscant
gaesa manū, scūtīs prōtēctī corpora longīs.The Gauls were at hand through the thickets and were seizing the citadel, protected by the darkness and the gift of shadowy night: golden is their hair and golden their clothing, they shine with striped cloaks, then their milk-white necks are encircled with gold, each brandishes two Alpine javelins in his hand, their bodies protected by long shields. Aen. 8.663Hīc exsultantīs Saliōs nūdōsque Lupercōs
lānigerōsque apicēs et lapsa ancīlia caelō
665extuderat, castae dūcēbant sacra per urbem
pīlentīs mātrēs in mollibus.Here he had hammered out the leaping Salii and the naked Luperci, and the woollen-tufted caps, and the shields fallen from heaven; chaste matrons in cushioned carriages were leading the sacred processions through the city.
Aen. 8.666Hinc procul addit
Tartareās etiam sēdēs, alta ōstia Dītis,
et scelerum poenās et tē, Catilīna, minācī
pendentem scopulō Furiārumque ōra trementem,
670sēcrētōsque piōs, hīs dantem iūra Catōnem.Far from these he adds also the seats of Tartarus, the deep gates of Dis, and the punishments of crimes, and you, Catiline, hanging from a threatening cliff and trembling at the faces of the Furies; and the righteous set apart, and Cato giving them laws.