Liber XI

mpr Oceanum interea surgens Aurora reliquit: Aeneas, quamquam et sociis dare tempus humandis praecipitant curae turbataque funere mens est, vota deum primo victor solvebat Eoo. 5ingentem quercum decisis undique ramis constituit tumulo fulgentiaque induit arma, Mezenti ducis exuvias, tibi magne tropaeum bellipotens; aptat rorantis sanguine cristas telaque trunca viri, et bis sex thoraca petitum 10perfossumque locis, clipeumque ex aere sinistrae subligat atque ensem collo suspendit eburnum. tum socios (namque omnis eum stipata tegebat turba ducum) sic incipiens hortatur ovantis: “Maxima res effecta, viri; timor omnis abesto, 15quod superest; haec sunt spolia et de rege superbo primitiae manibusque meis Mezentius hic est. nunc iter ad regem nobis murosque Latinos. arma parate animis, et spe praesumite bellum, ne qua mora ignaros, ubi primum vellere signa 20adnuerint superi pubemque educere castris,

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Book XI

Book XI

Meanwhile dawn rose and left the ocean. Aeneas, though his sorrows urge him to give time to his comrades’ burial, and death has confused his soul, yet, as the Day Star rose, began to pay the gods his vows of victory. 1 A mighty oak, its branches lopped all round, he plants on a mound, and arrays in the gleaming arms stripped from Mezentius the chief, a trophy to you, great Lord of War. 2 To it he fastens the crests dripping with blood, the warrior’s broken spears, and the breastplate smitten and pierced twice six times; to the left hand he binds the bronze shield, and from the neck hangs the ivory sword. Then his triumphant comrades—for the whole band of chieftains thronged close about him—he thus begins to exhort:

“Mighty deeds have we wrought, my men; for the future, away with all fear! These are the spoils and firstfruits of a haughty king; and this is Mezentius, as fashioned by my hands. Now we must march to Latium’s king and walls. Prepare your weapons with courage and with your hopes anticipate the war, so that when the gods above grant us to raise our standards and lead out the army from the camp

DOI: 10.4159/DLCL.virgil-aeneid.1916