Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Amid these tumults of the wrathful throng,
- lo, the ambassadors to Diomed
- arrive with cloudy forehead from their quest
- in his illustrious town; for naught availed
- their toilsome errand, nor the gifts and gold,
- nor strong entreaty. Other help in war
- the Latins now must find, or humbly sue
- peace from the Trojan. At such tidings dire
- even Latinus trembles: Heaven's decrees
- and influence of gods too visible
- sustain Aeneas; so the wrath divine
- and new-filled sepulchres conspicuous
- give warning clear. Therefore the King convenes
- a general council of his captains brave
- beneath the royal towers. They, gathering,
- throng the approaches thither, where their Iord,
- gray-haired Latinus, takes the central throne,
- wearing authority with mournful brow.
- He bids the envoys from Aetolia's King
- sent back, to speak and tell the royal words
- in order due. Forthwith on every tongue
- fell silence, while the princely Venulus,
- heeding his Iord's behest, began the parle:
- “My countrymen,” he said, “our eyes have seen
- strongholds of Greeks and Diomed the King.
- We braved all perils to our journey's end
- and clasped that hand whereof the dreadful stroke
- wrought Ilium's fall. The hero built a town,
- Argyripa, hereditary name,
- near mount Garganus in Apulian land:
- passing that city's portal and the King's,
- we found free audience, held forth thy gifts,
- and told our names and fatherland. We showed
- what condict was enkindled, and what cause
- brought us to Arpi's King. He, hearing all,
- with brow benign made answer to our plea:
- ‘O happy tribes in Saturn's kingdom born,
- Ausonia's ancient stem! What fortune blind
- tempts ye from peace away, and now ensnares
- in wars unknown? Look how we men that dared
- lay Ilium waste (I speak not of what woes
- in battling neath her lofty walls we bore,
- nor of dead warriors sunk in Simois' wave)
- have paid the penalty in many a land
- with chastisement accurst and changeful woe,
- till Priam's self might pity. Let the star
- of Pallas tell its tale of fatal storm,
- off grim Caphereus and Eubcea's crags.
- Driven asunder from one field of war,
- Atrides unto farthest Egypt strayed,
- and wise Ulysses saw from Aetna's caves
- the Cyclops gathering. Why name the throne
- of Pyrrhus, or the violated hearth
- whence fled Idomeneus? Or Locri cast
- on Libya's distant shore? For even he,
- Lord of Mycenae by the Greeks obeyed,
- fell murdered on his threshold by the hand
- of that polluted wife, whose paramour
- trapped Asia's conqueror. The envious gods
- withheld me also from returning home
- to see once more the hearth-stone of my sires,
- the wife I yearn for, and my Calydon,
- the beauteous land. For wonders horrible
- pursue me still. My vanished followers
- through upper air take wing, or haunt and rove
- in forms of birds the island waters o'er:
- ah me, what misery my people feel!
- The tall rocks ring with their lament and cry.
- Naught else had I to hope for from that day
- when my infatuate sword on gods I drew,
- and outraged with abominable wound
- the hand of Venus. Urge me not, I pray,
- to conflicts in this wise. No more for me
- of war with Trojans after Ilium's fall!
- I take no joy in evils past, nor wish
- such memory to renew. Go, lay these gifts,
- brought to my honor from your ancient land,
- at great Aeneas' feet. We twain have stood
- confronting close with swords implacable
- in mortal fray. Believe me, I have known
- the stature of him when he lifts his shield,
- and swings the whirlwind of his spear. If Troy
- two more such sons had bred, the Dardan horde
- had stormed at Argos' gates, and Greece to-day
- were for her fallen fortunes grieving sore.
- Our lingering at Ilium's stubborn wall,
- our sluggard conquest halting ten years Iong,
- was his and Hector's work. Heroic pair!
- Each one for valor notable, and each
- famous in enterprise of arms,—but he
- was first in piety. Enclasp with his
- your hands in plighted peace as best ye may:
- but shock of steel on steel ye well may shun.’
- now hast thou heard, good King, a king's reply,
- and how his wisdom sits in this vast war.”