Marco Perale
Virgil Aeneid 2.1-9
Marco Perale /
- Created on 2019-05-21 17:41:28
- Translated by Fairclough, H. Rushton; Goold, George Patrick
- Aligned by Marco Perale
Latin
English
Conticuere omnes intentique ora tenebant .
inde toro pater Aeneas sic orsus ab alto :
" Infandum , regina , iubes renovare dolorem ,
Troianas ut opes et lamentabile regnum
eruerint Danai , quaeque ipse miserrima vidi
et quorum pars magna fui . quis talia fando
Myrmidonum Dolopumve aut duri miles Ulixi
temperet a lacrimis ? et iam nox umida caelo
praecipitat suadentque cadentia sidera somnos .
sed si tantus amor casus cognoscere nostros
et breviter Troiae supremum audire laborem ,
quamquam animus meminisse horret luctuque refugit ,
incipiam .
inde toro pater Aeneas sic orsus ab alto :
" Infandum , regina , iubes renovare dolorem ,
Troianas ut opes et lamentabile regnum
eruerint Danai , quaeque ipse miserrima vidi
et quorum pars magna fui . quis talia fando
Myrmidonum Dolopumve aut duri miles Ulixi
temperet a lacrimis ? et iam nox umida caelo
praecipitat suadentque cadentia sidera somnos .
sed si tantus amor casus cognoscere nostros
et breviter Troiae supremum audire laborem ,
quamquam animus meminisse horret luctuque refugit ,
incipiam .
All
were
hushed
,
and
kept
their
rapt
gaze
upon
him
;
then from his raised couch father Aeneas thus began :
" Too deep for words , O queen , is the grief you bid me renew , how the Greeks overthrew Troy’s wealth and woeful realm—the sights most piteous that I saw myself and wherein I played no small role . What Myrmidon or Dolopian , or soldier of the stern Ulysses , could refrain from tears in telling such a tale ? And now dewy night is speeding from the sky and the setting stars counsel sleep . Yet if such is your desire to learn of our disasters , and in few words to hear of Troy’s last agony , though my mind shudders to remember and has recoiled in pain , I will begin .
then from his raised couch father Aeneas thus began :
" Too deep for words , O queen , is the grief you bid me renew , how the Greeks overthrew Troy’s wealth and woeful realm—the sights most piteous that I saw myself and wherein I played no small role . What Myrmidon or Dolopian , or soldier of the stern Ulysses , could refrain from tears in telling such a tale ? And now dewy night is speeding from the sky and the setting stars counsel sleep . Yet if such is your desire to learn of our disasters , and in few words to hear of Troy’s last agony , though my mind shudders to remember and has recoiled in pain , I will begin .