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Notes Display Latin text | translated by Theodore C. Williams Book X Chapter 16: Pallas encourages his countrymen | Next chapter Return to index Previous chapter |
But at a distance where the river's flood had scattered rolling boulders and torn trees uprooted from the shore, young Pallas spied th' Arcadian band, unused to fight on foot, in full retreat, the Latins following close -- who also for the roughness of the ground were all unmounted: he (the last resource of men in straits) to wild entreaty turned and taunts, enkindling their faint hearts anew: Whither, my men! O, by your own brave deeds, O, by our lord Evander's happy wars, the proud hopes I had to make my name a rival glory, -- think not ye can fly! Your swords alone can carve ye the safe way straight through your foes. Where yonder warrior-throng is fiercest, thickest, there and only there your Country's honor calls for men like you, and for your captain Pallas. Nay, no gods against us fight; we are but mortal men pressed by a mortal foe. Not more than ours the number of their lives or swords. Behold, the barrier of yonder spreading sea emprisons us, and for a craven flight yon lands are all too small. Ha! Shall we steer across the sea to Troy? He said, and sprang full in the centre of his gathered foes. |
362-379 At parte ex alia, qua saxa rotantia late intulerat torrens arbustaque diruta ripis, Arcadas insuetos acies inferre pedestris ut uidit Pallas Latio dare terga sequaci, aspera aquis natura loci dimittere quando suasit equos, unum quod rebus restat egenis, nunc prece, nunc dictis uirtutem accendit amaris; 'quo fugitis, socii? per uos et fortia facta, per ducis Euandri nomen deuictaque bella spemque meam, patriae quae nunc subit aemula laudi, fidite ne pedibus. ferro rumpenda per hostis est uia. qua globus ille uirum densissimus urget, hac uos et Pallanta ducem patria alta reposcit. numina nulla premunt, mortali urgemur ab hoste mortales; totidem nobis animaeque manusque. ecce maris magna claudit nos obice pontus, deest iam terra fugae: pelagus Troiamne petamus?' haec ait, et medius densos prorumpit in hostis. |