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791. Meanwhile the king of omnipotent Olympus addressed Juno watching the fight from a brown cloud: “What now will be the end, wife? What at last remains? You know and you admit that you know that deified Aeneas is owed to heaven and is raised to the stars by the fates.
796. What are you contriving? Or with what hope do you cling in the icy clouds? Is it right that a god be violated by a mortal wound? Or a sword (for what would Iuturna have been able without you?) torn from Turnus be returned and strength increase for the conquered?
800. Stop now at last and bend from our prayers, lest such great grief consume silent you and sad cares often return to me from you sweet mouth. It has come to an end. You have been able to drive the Trojans on the lands or on the waves, unspeakable, to enflame war, to mar the house and to mix the wedding song with mourning: I forbid to try further.
806. Jupiter having undertaken thus; thus the Saturnine goddess in reply with downcast face: “Indeed because that your wish is known to me, great Jupiter, reluctant I abandoned both Turnus and the lands; and you would not have seen me alone on the heavenly seat enduring the deserved and undeserved, but I would be standing at the foot of the battle line itself encircled in flames and I would drag the Teucrians into the enemy battle.
813. I advised Iuturna (I admit) to aid her wretched brother and I commended to dare greater [things] for [his] life not however that she contend with weapons, not that she contend with the bow; I swear the implacable head of the Stygian spring, the one superstition which is restored for the gods above. And now indeed I yield and detesting I leave the fight.
819. This, which is held (back) by no law of fate, I beseech you for Latium, for your greatness: when they will now arrange peace with happy marriage (so be it), when now will join now laws and treaties, and the old name not to change the native Latians or may you order (the name) not to become Trojans and to be called Teucrians or the men to change voice (language) or to turn (change) clothing.
826. Let there be Latium, may there be Alban kings through the ages, may there be Roman offspring strong with Italian virtue: Troy has fallen, and let it have fallen with the name.”
829. Laughing to her the creator of men and things: “You are a sister of Jove and offspring of Saturn, you roll such great waves of anger beneath your breast. But come, and lower the fury begun in vain: I give what you wish, and having conquered me I concede wanting (willingly).
834. The Ausonians will keep the conversation and customs of their fathers, and as the name is it shall be; the Teucrians will give way, mixed only in body. I will add the custom and sacred rites and I will make all Latians one mouth (language).
838. From here will rise a race which (is) mixed with Ausonian blood, you will see go above men, above gods in piety, and not any nation will celebrate your honors equally.” Juno nodded to these and changed back her mind having been glad; meanwhile she went out from heaven and left the cloud.
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887. Aeneas presses against and brandishes huge tree like weapon and with savage breast spoke thus: “What now then is the delay? Or what now, Turnus, do you draw back? Savage arms must struggle not on the path, but hand to hand. Change you into all shapes, and draw together whatever you will have power, whether in spirits or in skill
892. Choose to follow the hard to reach stars with wings and (or) to hide you closed in hollow earth.” He shaking head: “Fierce man, your violent speech frightens not me; gods frighten me, and enemy Jupiter.”
896. And not having spoken more he looks around at a huge rock, a huge ancient rock, which by chance was lying in the field, a boundary placed in the field, so that it could divide for the fields in dispute. Scarcely could twice six chosen go under that with neck, such bodies of men as the earth now produces:
901. the hero stirred up with agitated hand was winding [it] having been seized into the enemy rising higher and on course.
903. But he did not know himself neither running nor moving or lifting with hand or moving the immense rock; his knees were sinking, frozen blood stiffened with chill.
906. Then the stone itself having been rolled through the immense air with strength and it did not traverse the whole space and it did not complete the blow.
908. And just like in sleep (in a dream) when at night sluggish rest presses eyes, we seem in vain to wish to stretch out the eager paths we fall unwell in the middle of attempts; the tongue is not strong, the known strengths are not sufficient in the body neither voice nor words follow: thus the dread goddess denied success to Turnus, with whatever strength he sought a way.
914. Then various feelings were turned in his chest; he looked at the Rutulians and the city and he delayed with fear and he dreads that death presses upon [him], and he sees no way that he may extricate himself, nor how he may stretch strength against the enemy, nor any chariot or the charioteer sister.
919. To [him] delaying Aeneas balances the fatal weapon, he selected a chance with eyes, he hurls with whole body at a distance. Never did rocks crash together from a war machine thus roar, and such clashing did not burst from a thunderbolt.
923. The spear flies like a black whirlwind bearing dire destruction and it exposes the edges of the breast plate and the outer circles of the sevenfold shield; hissing it pierces through the middle thigh. Huge Turnus having been struck falls to the ground doubled at the knee.
928. The Rutulians rise up with a groan and the whole mountain resounds around and the high forests return the voice widely. He kneeling on the ground extending his eyes and his praying right hand “Indeed I do not seek to avoid [what] I deserved, “he said: “take advantage of your fate. If any care of a wretched parent is able to touch you, I beg (and there was for you such a father as Anchises) pity the old age of Daunus and send back me, or if you prefer my body deprived of light to mine.
936. You have conquered and the Ausonians saw conquered stretch palms; Lavinia is your wife, and do not stretch further with hatred.” Aeneas stood harsh in arms rolling his eyes and restraining right hand; and now and now speech had begun to bend [him] delaying, when the unlucky baldric appeared on the high shoulder and the sword belt of the boy Pallas flashed with the known knobs, whom Turnus spread out conquered with a wound and he was wearing the enemy token on shoulders.
945. After he drank in with eyes the spoils and memorial of savage grief, enflamed by furies and terrible with anger: “You, here clothed in the spoils of mine would snatch away from me? Pallas, Pallas sacrifices you with this wound and takes up the punishment from defiled blood.”
950. Saying this burning he hides the iron beneath the facing chest; but for him the limbs relax with a chill and with a groan the despised life flees beneath the shades.
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