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Haec ubi dicta, cavum conversa cupside montem impulit in latus: ac venti, velut agmine facto, qua data porta, ruunt et
Terras turbine perflant. Incubuere mari, totumque a sedibus imis una Eurusque Notusque ruunt deberque procellis
Africus, et vastos volvunt ad litora fluctus. Insequitor clamaorque virum stridorque rudentum. Eripiunt subito nubes
Caelumque diemque Teucrorum ex oculis; ponto nox incubat atra. Intonuere poli, et crebris micat ignibus aether,
Praesentemque viris intentant omnia mortem. Extemplo Aeneae solvuntur frigore membra: ingemit, et duplicis tendens ad sidera palmas talia voce refert: “o terque
quaterque beati, quis ante ora patrum Troiae sub moenibus altis contigit oppetere! O Danaum fortissime gentis Tydide!
Mene Iliacis occumbere campis non potuisse, tuaque animam hanc effundere dextra, saevus ubi Aeacidae telo iacet
Hector, ubi ingens Sarpedon, ubi tot Simois correpta sub undis scuta virum galeasque et fortia corpora volvit?”
When he [had spoken] these words, he struck the hollow mountain in its side, reversing his spear: and the winds, as if they had formed a column, rushed where a gate had been given [to them] and blew through the lands in a whirlwind. They crashed down on the sea and heaved it all up from its lowest beds [lit. seats] – the East Wind, and South Wind, and South West Wind, full of squalls, [all] together, and sent vast waves rolling to the shores. Both the shouting of men and groaning of ropes followed. Suddenly the clouds snatched away both sky and day[light] from the eyes of the Trojans; black night settled on the sea. The heavens thundered, and the sky flashed with frequent lightning, and everything threatened the men with imminent death. Aeneas’ limbs immediately went weak with cold: he groaned, and stretching both palms to the stars he spoke the following aloud [lit. with his voice]: ‘O three and four times blessed, those whose fate [lit. to whom it happened] was to die before the faces of their fathers under the high walls of Troy! O Diomedes [lit. Son of Tydeus], bravest of the race of Greeks, [to think] that I was not able to fall on the plains of Troy, and to pour out this spirit, [killed] by your right hand, where savage Hector lies [dead] from the spear of the grandson of Aeacus [Achilles], where huge Sarpedon [lies], where the river Simois rolls along under its waves so many shields of men that it has snatched up, and helmets and brave bodies.’
