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Notes Display Latin text | translated by Theodore C. Williams Book IX Chapter 26: Pandarus is killed by Turnus | Next chapter Return to index Previous chapter |
Now to the Latins Mars, the lord of war, gave might and valor, and to their wild hearts his spur applied, but on the Teucrians breathed dark fear and flight. From every quarter came auxiliar hosts, where'er the conflict called, and in each bosom pulsed the god of war. When Pandarus now saw his brother's corse low lying, and which way the chance and tide of battle ran, he violently moved the swinging hinges of the gate, and strained with both his shoulders broad. He shut outside not few of his own people, left exposed in fiercest fight but others with himself he barred inside and saved them as they fled; nor noted, madman, how the Rutule king had burst in midmost of the line, and now stood prisoned in their wall, as if he were some monstrous tiger among helpless kine. His eyeballs strangely glared; his armor rang terrific, his tall crest shook o'er his brows blood-red, and lightnings glittered from his shield familiar loomed that countenance abhorred and frame gigantic on the shrinking eyes of the Aeneadae. Then Pandarus sprang towering forth, all fever to revenge his brother's slaughter. Not this way, he cried Amata's marriage-gift! No Ardea here mews Turnus in his fathers' halls. Behold thy foeman's castle! Thou art not allowed to take thy leave. But Turnus looked his way, and smiled with heart unmoved. Begin! if thou hast manhood in thee, and meet steel with steel! Go tell dead Priam thou discoverest here Achilles! For reply, the champion tall hurled with his might and main along the air his spear of knotted wood and bark untrimmed. But all it wounded was the passing wind, for Saturn's daughter [Note 1] turned its course awry, and deep in the great gate the spear-point drove. Now from the stroke this right arm means for thee thou shalt not fly. Not such the sender of this weapon and this wound. He said, and towered aloft to his full height; the lifted sword clove temples, brows, and beardless cheeks clean through with loudly ringing blow; the ground beneath shook with the giant's ponderous fall, and, lo, with nerveless limbs, and brains spilt o'er his shield, dead on the earth he lay! in equal halves the sundered head from either shoulder swung. Note 1: daughter = Juno |
717-755 Hic Mars armipotens animum uirisque Latinis addidit et stimulos acris sub pectore uertit, immisitque Fugam Teucris atrumque Timorem. undique conueniunt, quoniam data copia pugnae, bellatorque animo deus incidit. Pandarus, ut fuso germanum corpore cernit et quo sit fortuna loco, qui casus agat res, portam ui multa conuerso cardine torquet obnixus latis umeris, multosque suorum moenibus exclusos duro in certamine linquit; ast alios secum includit recipitque ruentis, demens, qui Rutulum in medio non agmine regem uiderit inrumpentem ultroque incluserit urbi, immanem ueluti pecora inter inertia tigrim. continuo noua lux oculis effulsit et arma horrendum sonuere, tremunt in uertice cristae sanguineae clipeoque micantia fulmina mittit. agnoscunt faciem inuisam atque immania membra turbati subito Aeneadae. tum Pandarus ingens emicat et mortis fraternae feruidus ira effatur: 'non haec dotalis regia Amatae, nec muris cohibet patriis media Ardea Turnum. castra inimica uides, nulla hinc exire potestas.' olli subridens sedato pectore Turnus: 'incipe, si qua animo uirtus, et consere dextram, hic etiam inuentum Priamo narrabis Achillem.' dixerat. ille rudem nodis et cortice crudo intorquet summis adnixus uiribus hastam; excepere aurae, uulnus Saturnia Iuno detorsit ueniens, portaeque infigitur hasta. 'at non hoc telum, mea quod ui dextera uersat, effugies, neque enim is teli nec uulneris auctor': sic ait, et sublatum alte consurgit in ensem et mediam ferro gemina inter tempora frontem diuidit impubisque immani uulnere malas. fit sonus, ingenti concussa est pondere tellus; conlapsos artus atque arma cruenta cerebro sternit humi moriens, atque illi partibus aequis huc caput atque illuc umero ex utroque pependit. |