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Notes Display Latin text | translated by Theodore C. Williams Book VI Chapter 18: The other side: Dido | Next chapter Return to index Previous chapter |
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Now hears he sobs, and piteous, lisping cries Of souls of babes upon the threshold plaining; Whom, ere they took their portion of sweet life, Dark Fate from nursing bosoms tore, and plunged In bitterness of death. Nor far from these, The throng of dead by unjust judgment slain. Not without judge or law these realms abide: Wise Minos there the urn of justice moves, And holds assembly of the silent shades, Hearing the stories of their lives and deeds. Close on this place those doleful ghosts abide, Who, not for crime, but loathing life and light With their own hands took death, and cast away The vital essence. Willingly, alas! They now would suffer need, or burdens bear, If only life were given! But Fate forbids. Around them winds the sad, unlovely wave Of Styx: nine times it coils and interflows. Not far from hence, on every side outspread, The Fields of Sorrow lie, -- such name they bear; Here all whom ruthless love did waste away Wander in paths unseen, or in the gloom Of dark myrtle grove: not even in death Have they forgot their griefs of long ago. Here impious Phaedra and poor Procris bide; Lorn Eriphyle bares the vengeful wounds Her own son's [Note 1] dagger made; Evadne here, And foul Pasiphae are seen; hard by, Laodamia, nobly fond and fair; And Caeneus, not a boy, but maiden now, By Fate remoulded to her native seeming. Here Tyrian Dido, too, her wound unhealed, Roamed through a mighty wood. The Trojan's eyes Beheld her near him through the murky gloom, As when, in her young month and crescent pale, One sees th' o'er-clouded moon, or thinks he sees. Down dropped his tears, and thus he fondly spoke: O suffering Dido! Were those tidings true That thou didst fling thee on the fatal steel? Thy death, ah me! I dealt it. But I swear By stars above us, by the powers in Heaven, Or whatsoever oath ye dead believe, That not by choice I fled thy shores, O Queen! Divine decrees compelled me, even as now Among these ghosts I pass, and thread my way Along this gulf of night and loathsome land. How could I deem my cruel taking leave Would bring thee at the last to all this woe? O, stay! Why shun me? Wherefore haste away? Our last farewell! Our doom! I speak it now! Thus, though she glared with fierce, relentless gaze, Aeneas, with fond words and tearful plea, Would soothe her angry soul. But on the ground She fixed averted eyes. For all he spoke Moved her no more than if her frowning brow Were changeless flint or carved in Parian stone. Then, after pause, away in wrath she fled, And refuge took within the cool, dark grove, Where her first spouse, Sichaeus, with her tears Mingled his own in mutual love and true. Aeneas, none the less, her guiltless woe With anguish knew, watched with dimmed eyes her way, And pitied from afar the fallen Queen. Note 1: son = Alcmaeon Events: Aeneas visits the Underworld, Cephalus and Procris, Death of Eriphyle, Love and Death of Dido |
426-476 Continuo auditae uoces uagitus et ingens infantumque animae flentes, in limine primo quos dulcis uitae exsortis et ab ubere raptos abstulit atra dies et funere mersit acerbo; hos iuxta falso damnati crimine mortis. nec uero hae sine sorte datae, sine iudice, sedes: quaesitor Minos urnam mouet; ille silentum consiliumque uocat uitasque et crimina discit. proxima deinde tenent maesti loca, qui sibi letum insontes peperere manu lucemque perosi proiecere animas. quam uellent aethere in alto nunc et pauperiem et duros perferre labores! fas obstat, tristisque palus inamabilis undae alligat et nouies Styx interfusa coercet Nec procul hinc partem fusi monstrantur in omnem Lugentes campi; sic illos nomine dicunt. hic quos durus amor crudeli tabe peredit secreti celant calles et myrtea circum silua tegit; curae non ipsa in morte relinquunt. his Phaedram Procrinque locis maestamque Eriphylen crudelis nati monstrantem uulnera cernit, Euadnenque et Pasiphaen; his Laodamia it comes et iuuenis quondam, nunc femina, Caeneus rursus et in ueterem fato reuoluta figuram. inter quas Phoenissa recens a uulnere Dido errabat silua in magna; quam Troius heros ut primum iuxta stetit agnouitque per umbras obscuram, qualem primo qui surgere mense aut uidet aut uidisse putat per nubila lunam, demisit lacrimas dulcique adfatus amore est: 'infelix Dido, uerus mihi nuntius ergo uenerat exstinctam ferroque extrema secutam? funeris heu tibi causa fui? per sidera iuro, per superos et si qua fides tellure sub ima est, inuitus, regina, tuo de litore cessi. sed me iussa deum, quae nunc has ire per umbras, per loca senta situ cogunt noctemque profundam, imperiis egere suis; nec credere quiui hunc tantum tibi me discessu ferre dolorem. siste gradum teque aspectu ne subtrahe nostro. quem fugis? extremum fato quod te adloquor hoc est.' talibus Aeneas ardentem et torua tuentem lenibat dictis animum lacrimasque ciebat. illa solo fixos oculos auersa tenebat nec magis incepto uultum sermone mouetur quam si dura silex aut stet Marpesia cautes. tandem corripuit sese atque inimica refugit in nemus umbriferum, coniunx ubi pristinus illi respondet curis aequatque Sychaeus amorem. nec minus Aeneas casu percussus iniquo prosequitur lacrimis longe et miseratur euntem. |