1 So spoke he, his face wet with abundant weeping.
2 But by no weeping is he stirred, inflexible to all the words he hears.
3 So she pleaded, and so her sister carries and recarries the piteous tale of weeping.
4 A mighty weeping arises along the winding shore; a night and a day they linger in mutual embraces.
5 But Lausus his weeping comrades were bearing lifeless on his armour, mighty and mightily wounded to death.
6 So she shrieked, and filled all the house with her weeping; when a sign arises sudden and marvellous to tell.
7 The victorious Rutulians, with their spoils and the plunder regained, bore dead Volscens weeping to the camp.
8 At this weeping cry their courage falters, and a sigh of sorrow passes all along; their strength is benumbed and broken for battle.
9 Then weeping they quickly hasten on the Sibyl's orders, and work hard to pile trees for the altar of burial, and heap it up into the sky.
10 Likewise they lead forth the chariot bathed in Rutulian blood; behind goes weeping Aethon the war-horse, his trappings laid away, and big drops wet his face.
11 So speaks he weeping, and ungirds from his shoulder the sword inlaid with gold, fashioned with marvellous skill by Lycaon of Gnosus and fitly set in a sheath of ivory.
12 Scarcely had the first summer set in, when lord Anchises bids us spread our sails to fortune, and weeping I leave the shores and havens of my country, and the plains where once was Troy.
13 Some prepare warm water in cauldrons bubbling over the flames, and wash and anoint the chill body, and make their moan; then, their weeping done, lay his limbs on the pillow, and spread over it crimson raiment, the accustomed pall.
14 Such words she poured forth weeping, and prolonged the vain wail; when the hero Helenus son of Priam approaches from the town with a great company, knows us for his kin, and leads us joyfully to his gates, shedding a many tears at every word.
15 So speaks he weeping, and retraces his steps to the door, where aged Acoetes watched Pallas' lifeless body laid out for burial; once armour-bearer to Evander in Parrhasia, but now gone forth with darker omens, appointed attendant to his darling foster-child.
16 In this change of talk Dawn had already crossed heaven's mid axle on her rose-charioted way; and haply had they thus drawn out all the allotted time; but the Sibyl made brief warning speech to her companion: 'Night falls, Aeneas; we waste the hours in weeping.'
17 There was a use in Hesperian Latium, which the Alban towns kept in holy observance, now Rome keeps, the mistress of the world, when they stir the War-God to enter battle; whether their hands prepare to carry war and weeping among Getae or Hyrcanians or Arabs, or to reach to India and pursue the Dawn, and reclaim their standards from the Parthian.
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