Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- They heard, and took their places. The loud horn
- gave signal, and impetuous from the line,
- swift as a bursting storm they sped away,
- eyes fixed upon the goal. Far in advance
- Nisus shot forward, swifter than the winds
- or winged thunderbolt; the next in course,
- next, but out-rivalled far, was Salius,
- and after him a space, Euryalus
- came third; him Helymus was hard upon;
- and, look! Diores follows, heel on heel,
- close at his shoulder—if the race be long
- he sure must win, or claim a doubtful prize.
- Now at the last stretch, spent and panting, all
- pressed to the goal, when in a slime of blood
- Nisus, hard fate! slipped down, where late the death
- of victims slain had drenched the turf below.
- Here the young victor, with his triumph flushed,
- lost foothold on the yielding ground, and plunged
- face forward in the pool of filth and gore;
- but not of dear Euryalus was he
- forgetful then, nor heedless of his friend;
- but rising from the mire he hurled himself
- in Salius' way; so he in equal plight
- rolled in the filthy slough. Euryalus
- leaped forth, the winner of the race by gift
- of his true friend, and flying to the goal
- stood first, by many a favoring shout acclaimed.
- Next Helymus ran in; and, for the third, last prize,
- Diores. But the multitude now heard
- the hollowed hill-side ringing with wild wrath
- from Salius, clamoring where the chieftains sate
- for restitution of his stolen prize,
- lost by a cheat. But general favor smiles
- upon Euryalus, whose beauteous tears
- commend him much, and nobler seems the worth
- of valor clothed in youthful shape so fair.
- Diores, too, assists the victor's claim,
- with loud appeal—he too has won a prize,
- and vainly holds his last place, if the first
- to Salius fall. Aeneas then replied:
- “Your gifts, my gallant youths, remain secure.
- None can re-judge the prize. But to console
- the misadventure of a blameless friend,
- is in my power.” Therewith to Salius
- an Afric lion's monstrous pelt he gave,
- with ponderous mane, the claws o'erlaid with gold.
- But Nisus cried: “If such a gift be found
- for less than victory, and men who fall
- are worthy so much sorrow, pray, what prize
- shall Nisus have? For surely I had won
- the proudest of the garlands, if one stroke
- of inauspicious fortune had not fallen
- on Salius and me.” So saying, he showed
- his smeared face and his sorry limbs befouled
- with mire and slime. Then laughed the gracious sire,
- and bade a shield be brought, the cunning work
- of Didymaon, which the Greeks tore down
- from Neptune's temple; with this noble gift
- he sent the high-born youth upon his way.