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Aeneid

Liber XII

mpr Turnus ut infractos adverso Marte Latinos defecisse videt, sua nunc promissa reposci, se signari oculis, ultro implacabilis ardet attollitque animos. Poenorum qualis in arvis 5saucius ille gravi venantum vulnere pectus tum demum movet arma leo, gaudetque comantis excutiens cervice toros fixumque latronis impavidus frangit telum et fremit ore cruento: haud secus accenso gliscit violentia Turno. 10tum sic adfatur regem atque ita turbidus infit: “nulla mora in Turno; nihil est quod dicta retractent ignavi Aeneadae, nec quae pepigere recusent: congredior. fer sacra, pater, et concipe foedus. aut hac Dardanium dextra sub Tartara mittam 15desertorem Asiae (sedeant spectentque Latini), et solus ferro crimen commune refellam, aut habeat victos, cedat Lavinia coniunx.” Olli sedato respondit corde Latinus: “o praestans animi iuvenis, quantum ipse feroci 20virtute exsuperas, tanto me impensius aequum est consulere atque omnis metuentem expendere casus. sunt tibi regna patris Dauni, sunt oppida capta

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Book XII

Book XII

When Turnus sees the Latins crushed and faint of heart through war’s reverse, his own pledge now claimed, and himself the mark of every eye, forthwith he blazes with wrath unappeasable and raises his courage. As in Punic fields a lion, when wounded in the chest by huntsmen with a grievous stroke, only then wakes to war, joyously tosses from his neck his shaggy mane, and undaunted breaks the robber’s implanted dart, roaring with blood-stained mouth: even so in Turnus’ kindling soul the fury swells. Then thus he accosts the king, and with these wild words begins: “No delay lies with Turnus! There is no reason for the coward sons of Aeneas to recall their words or to renounce their pact! I go to meet him. Bring on the holy rites, father, and frame the covenant. Either with this arm I will hurl to Tartarus the Dardan, the Asian runaway—let the Latins sit and see it—and with my sword alone refute the nation’s shame, 1 or let him be lord of the vanquished, let Lavinia come to him as bride!”

To him Latinus with unruffled soul replied: “O youth of matchless spirit, the more you excel in proud valour, the more carefully it is right that I ponder and in fear weigh every chance. You have your father Daunus’ realms, you

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DOI: 10.4159/DLCL.virgil-aeneid.1916