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Notes Display Latin text | translated by Theodore C. Williams Book VI Chapter 24: They proceed | Next chapter Return to index Previous chapter |
So spake Apollo's aged prophetess. Now up and on! she cried. Thy task fulfil! We must make speed. Behold yon arching doors Yon walls in furnace of the Cyclops forged! T is there we are commanded to lay down Th' appointed offering. So, side by side, Swift through the intervening dark they strode, And, drawing near the portal-arch, made pause. Aeneas, taking station at the door, Pure, lustral waters o'er his body threw, And hung for garland there the Golden Bough. |
626-636 Haec ubi dicta dedit Phoebi longaeua sacerdos, 'sed iam age, carpe uiam et susceptum perfice munus; acceleremus' ait; 'Cyclopum educta caminis moenia conspicio atque aduerso fornice portas, haec ubi nos praecepta iubent deponere dona.' dixerat et pariter gressi per opaca uiarum corripiunt spatium medium foribusque propinquant. occupat Aeneas aditum corpusque recenti spargit aqua ramumque aduerso in limine figit. |