felix prole virum: qualis Berecyntia mater 785invehitur curru Phrygias turrita per urbes laeta deum partu, centum complexa nepotes, omnis caelicolas, omnis supera alta tenentis. “Huc geminas nunc flecte acies, hanc aspice gentem Romanosque tuos. hic Caesar et omnis Iuli 790progenies magnum caeli ventura sub axem. hic vir, hic est, tibi quem promitti saepius audis, Augustus Caesar, divi genus, aurea condet saecula qui rursus Latio regnata per arva Saturno quondam, super et Garamantas et Indos 795proferet imperium; iacet extra sidera tellus, extra anni solisque vias, ubi caelifer Atlas axem umero torquet stellis ardentibus aptum. huius in adventum iam nunc et Caspia regna responsis horrent divum et Maeotia tellus, 800et septemgemini turbant trepida ostia Nili. nec vero Alcides tantum telluris obivit, fixerit aeripedem cervam licet, aut Erymanthi pacarit nemora et Lernam tremefecerit arcu; nec qui pampineis victor iuga flectit habenis 805Liber, agens celso Nysae de vertice tigris. et dubitamus adhuc virtutem extendere factis, aut metus Ausonia prohibet consistere terra?

  • 787supera M 2: super MPR
  • 803pacarit P: pacaret MR
  • 806virtutem . . . factis M, Servius (10.468): virtute . . . vires PR

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embrace seven hills with a single city’s wall, blessed in a brood of heroes; even as the Berecyntian mother, 41 turret-crowned, rides in her chariot through Phrygian towns, happy in a progeny of gods, clasping a hundred grandsons, all denizens of heaven, all tenants of celestial heights.

“Turn hither now your two-eyed gaze, and behold this nation, the Romans that are yours. Here is Caesar and all the seed of Iulus destined to pass under heaven’s spacious sphere. And this in truth is he whom you so often hear promised you, Augustus Caesar, son of a god, 42 who will again establish a golden age in Latium amid fields once ruled by Saturn; he will advance his empire beyond the Garamants and Indians to a land which lies beyond our stars, beyond the path of year and sun, 43 where sky-bearing Atlas wheels on his shoulders the blazing star-studded sphere. Against his coming both Caspian realms and the Maeotic land even now shudder at the oracles of their gods, and the mouths of sevenfold Nile quiver in alarm. Not even Hercules traversed so much of earth’s extent, though he pierced the stag of brazen foot, quieted the woods of Erymanthus, and made Lerna tremble at his bow; 44 nor he either, who guides his car with vine-leaf reins, triumphant Bacchus, driving his tigers down from Nysa’s lofty peak. And do we still hesitate to make known our worth by exploits or shrink in fear from settling on

DOI: 10.4159/DLCL.virgil-aeneid.1916