Aen. 9.590Tum prīmum bellō celerem intendisse sagittam
dīcitur ante ferās solitus terrēre fugācēs
Ascanius fortemque manū fūdisse Numānum,
cui Remulō cognōmen erat, Turnīque minōrem
germānam nūper thalamō sociātus habēbat.Then for the first time in war, it is said, Ascanius aimed his swift arrow, used before only to frighten fleeing wild beasts, and with his hand laid low brave Numanus, whose surname was Remulus, and who had lately been joined in marriage to the younger sister of Turnus. Aen. 9.595Is prīmam ante aciem digna atque indigna relātū
vōciferāns tumidusque novō praecordia regnō
ībat et ingentem sēsē clamōre ferēbat:
Nōn pudet obsidiōne iterum vallōque tenērī,
bis captī Phrygēs, et mortī praetendere mūrōs?He went before the front line shouting things fit and unfit to be told, his heart swollen with his new royalty, and carried himself grandly with his shouting: 'Are you not ashamed, twice-captured Phrygians, to be held again under siege and behind a rampart, and to set walls between you and death? Aen. 9.600Ēn quī nostra sibi bellō cōnūbia poscunt!Look, these are the men who claim our brides for themselves by war!
Aen. 9.601Quis deus Ītaliam, quae vōs dēmentia adēgit
Nōn hīc Atrīdae nec fandī fictor Ulixēs:
dūrum ā stirpe genus nātōs ad flūmina prīmum
dēferimus saevōque gelū dūrāmus et undīs,
605vēnātū invigilant puerī silvāsque fatīgant,
flectere lūdus equōs et spīcula tendere cornū.What god, what madness drove you to Italy? Here are no sons of Atreus, nor Ulysses, that fabricator of tales: a race hardy from its stock, we first carry our newborn sons down to the rivers and harden them in the cruel ice and waters; our boys keep watch for the hunt and weary the woods; their sport is to steer horses and to shoot arrows from the bow. Aen. 9.607At patiēns operum parvōque adsuēta iuventūs
aut rāstrīs terram domat aut quatit oppida bellō.But our youth, patient of toil and used to little, either tame the earth with mattocks or shake towns in war. Aen. 9.609Omne aevum ferrō teritur, versāque iuvencum
610terga fatīgāmus hastā;All our life is worn away with iron, and we goad the backs of bullocks with a reversed spear; Aen. 9.610nec tarda senectūs
dēbilitat vīrēs animī mūtatque vigōrem:
cānitiem galeā premimus, semperque recentīs
comportāre iuvat praedās et vīvere raptō.nor does slow old age weaken our strength of spirit or change our vigour: we press our grey hair under the helmet, and always we delight to bring in fresh plunder and to live on what we seize.
Aen. 9.614Vōbīs picta crocō et fulgentī mūrice vestis,
615dēsidiae cordī, iuvat indulgēre chorēīs,
et tunicae manicās et habent redimīcula mitrae.You have clothes embroidered with saffron and gleaming purple; idleness is your delight; you love to indulge in dances; and your tunics have sleeves, your caps have ribbons. Aen. 9.617Ō vērē Phrygiae, neque enim Phrygēs, īte per alta
Dindyma ubi adsuētīs biforem dat tībiā cantum!O truly Phrygian women, for you are not Phrygian men, go over the heights of Dindymus, where the pipe gives its double-mouthed song to those used to it! Aen. 9.619Tympana vōs buxusque vocat Berecyntia Mātris
620Īdaeae sinite arma virīs et cēdite ferrō.The tambourines call you, and the Berecyntian boxwood flute of the Idaean Mother; leave arms to men and give up the sword.'