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  Speaker 1: Book eleven, Part one of the Aeneid. This is a
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  Speaker 1: Recording by Lisa Cho The Aeneid by Publius Virgilius Morrow,
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  Speaker 1: translated by John Dryden, Book eleven. Debaters and a Warrior Girl,
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  Speaker 1: Part one. Scarce had the rosy morning, raised her head
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  Speaker 1: above the waves, and left her watchery bed the pious chief,
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  Speaker 1: whom double cares attend for his unburied soldiers and his friend,
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  Speaker 1: yet first to heaven, performed a victor's vows. He barred
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  Speaker 1: an ancient oak of all her bows than on a
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  Speaker 1: rising ground. The trunk he placed, which with the spoils
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  Speaker 1: of his dead foe. He grazed. The coat of arms
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  Speaker 1: by proud mesentious worn now on a naked snag in
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  Speaker 1: triumph borne was hung on high and glittered from afar,
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  Speaker 1: a trophy sacred to the god of war. Above his
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  Speaker 1: arms fixed on the leafless wood, appeared his plumy crest
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  Speaker 1: besmeared with blood. His brazen buckler on the left was
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  Speaker 1: seen truncheons of shivered lances hung between and on the
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  Speaker 1: right was placed his corselet bored, and to the neck
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  Speaker 1: was tied his unavailing sword. A crowd of chiefs enclosed
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  Speaker 1: the godlike man, who, thus conspicuous in the midst began
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  Speaker 1: our toils, My friends, are crowned with sure success. The
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  Speaker 1: greater part performed achieved. The less now follow cheerful to
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  Speaker 1: the trembling town press. But an entrance, and presume at
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  Speaker 1: one fear is no more for fierce mosentious lies. As
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  Speaker 1: the first fruits of war. A sacrifice turnus shall fall
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  Speaker 1: extended on the plain, and in this omen is already slain,
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  Speaker 1: prepared in arms. Pursue your happy chance, that none unwarned
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  Speaker 1: may plead his ignorance, and I, at Heaven's appointed hour,
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  Speaker 1: may find your warlike ensigns waving in the wind. Meantime,
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  Speaker 1: the rights and funeral pomps prepare due to your dead
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  Speaker 1: companions of the war, the last respect the living can
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  Speaker 1: bestow to shield their shadows from contempt. Below that conquer'd
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  Speaker 1: earth be theirs for which they fought, and which for
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  Speaker 1: us with their own blood they bought. But first the
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  Speaker 1: corpse of our unhappy friend, to the sad city of
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  Speaker 1: a van Dersend, who, not inglorious in his age's bloom,
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  Speaker 1: was hurried hence by too severe a doom. Thus weeping
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  Speaker 1: while he spoke, he took his way, where new in
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  Speaker 1: death lamented palace. Lay Acoetes watched the corpse, whose youth
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  Speaker 1: deserved the father's trust, and now the son he served,
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  Speaker 1: with equal faith but less auspicious care. The attendants of
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  Speaker 1: the slain his sorrow share a troop of trojans mixed
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  Speaker 1: with these appear and morning matrons with disheveled hair. Soon
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  Speaker 1: as the prince appears, they raise a cry, all beat
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  Speaker 1: their breasts, and echoes rend the sky. They rear his
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  Speaker 1: drooping forehead from the ground. But when Aeneas viewed the
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  Speaker 1: grisly wound which Pallace in his manly bosom bore, and
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  Speaker 1: the fair flesh disdained with purple gore, first melting into tears,
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  Speaker 1: the pious man deplored so sad a sight. Then thus
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  Speaker 1: began unhappy youth. When fortune gave the rest of my
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  Speaker 1: full wishes, she refused the best she came, but brought
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  Speaker 1: not thee along to bless my longing eyes and share
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  Speaker 1: in my success. She grudged thy safe return the triumphs
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  Speaker 1: due to prosperous valor in the public view. Not thus
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  Speaker 1: I promised, when thy father lent thy needless succor with
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  Speaker 1: this sad consent, embraced me, parting for the Turian land,
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  Speaker 1: and sent me to possess a large command. He warned,
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  Speaker 1: and from his own experience told, our foes were warlike,
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  Speaker 1: disciplined and bold. And now, perhaps in hopes of thy return,
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  Speaker 1: rich odors on his loaded altars burn, while we, with
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  Speaker 1: vain officious pomp, prepare to send him back his portion
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  Speaker 1: of the war, a bloody, breathless body which can owe
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  Speaker 1: no farther debt but to the powers below. The wretched
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  Speaker 1: father ere his race is run, shall view the funeral
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  Speaker 1: honors of his son. These are my triumphs of the
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  Speaker 1: Latian War, fruits of my plighted faith and boasted care.
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  Speaker 1: And yet unhappy, Sire, Thou shalt not see a son
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  Speaker 1: whose death disgraced his ancestry. Thou shalt not blush old man, however,
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  Speaker 1: grieved thy palace. No dishonest wound received. He died no
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  Speaker 1: death to make thee wish too late, Thou hadst not
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  Speaker 1: lived to see his shameful fate But what a champion
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  Speaker 1: has the sonian coast, And what a friend hast thou
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  Speaker 1: Ascanius lost. Thus having mourned, he gave the word around
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  Speaker 1: to raise the breathless body from the ground, and chose
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  Speaker 1: a thousand horse, the flower of all his warlike troops,
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  Speaker 1: to wait the funeral, to bear him back and share
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  Speaker 1: a vander's grief. A well becoming, but a weak relief
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  Speaker 1: of oaken twigs, they twist an easy beer. Then on
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  Speaker 1: their shoulders the sad burden rear the body. On this
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  Speaker 1: rural hearse is born rude leaves and funeral greens. The
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  Speaker 1: beer adorn all pale. He lies and looks a lovely flower,
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  Speaker 1: new cropped by virgin hands to dress the bower, unfaded
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  Speaker 1: yet but yet unfed below. No more to mother Earth
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  Speaker 1: or the green stern shall owe. Then two fair vests
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  Speaker 1: of wondrous work and cost of purple, woven and with
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  Speaker 1: gold embossed for ornament, the Trojan hero brought, which with
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  Speaker 1: her hands. Sidonian Dido wrought one vest arrayed the corpse,
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  Speaker 1: and one they spread o'er his closed eyes and wrapped
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  Speaker 1: around his head, that when the yellow hair and flame
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  Speaker 1: should fall, the catching fire might burn the golden call,
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  Speaker 1: besides the spoils of foes in battle slain. When he
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  Speaker 1: descended on the Lytian plain, arms, trappings, horses by the
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  Speaker 1: hearse are led in long array the achievements of the dead, then,
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  Speaker 1: pinioned with their hands behind, appear. Then happy captives marching
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  Speaker 1: in the rear, appointed offerings in the victor's name, to
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  Speaker 1: sprinkle with their blood the funeral flame. Inferior trophies by
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  Speaker 1: the chiefs are born, gauntlets and helms, their loaded hands
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  Speaker 1: adorn and fair inscriptions fixed and titles read of Latian
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  Speaker 1: leaders conquered by the dead. Acouettes on his pupil's corpse
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  Speaker 1: attends with feeble steps, supported by his friends, pausing at
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  Speaker 1: every pace in sorrow. Drowned betwixt their arms, he sinks
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  Speaker 1: upon the ground, where groveling while he lies in deep despair,
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  Speaker 1: he beats his breast and rends his hoary hair. The
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  Speaker 1: champion's chariot next is seen to roll, besmeared with hostile
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  Speaker 1: blood and honorably foul to roos. The pomp aethon the
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  Speaker 1: steed of state, is led the funerals of his lord
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  Speaker 1: to wait, stripped of his trappings, with a sullen pace.
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  Speaker 1: He walks, and the big tears run rolling down his face.
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  Speaker 1: The lance of Palace and the crimson crest are born
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  Speaker 1: behind the victor seized the rest, the march begins, the
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  Speaker 1: trumpets hoarsely sound, the pikes and lances trail along the ground. Thus,
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  Speaker 1: while the Trojan and Arcadian horse to Pallantean towers direct
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  Speaker 1: their course in long procession. Ranked the pious chief stopped
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  Speaker 1: in the rear and gave a vent to grief the
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  Speaker 1: public care. He said, which war attends diverts our present woes,
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  Speaker 1: at least suspends peace with the manes of great Palace, dwell, hail,
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  Speaker 1: holy relics, and a last farewell. He said no more,
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  Speaker 1: but inly throw he more earned, restrained his tears, and
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  Speaker 1: to the camp returned. Now suppliants from Laurentum scent demand truce,
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  Speaker 1: with olive branches in their hand, obtest his clemency, and
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  Speaker 1: from the plain beg leave to draw the bodies of
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  Speaker 1: their slain. They plead that none those common rights deny
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  Speaker 1: to conquered foes, that in fair battle die all cause
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  Speaker 1: of hate was ended in their death. Nor could he
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  Speaker 1: war with bodies void of breath. A king, they hoped,
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  Speaker 1: would hear a king's request, whose son he once was called,
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  Speaker 1: and once his guest their suit, which was too just
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  Speaker 1: to be denied. The hero grants and farther. Thus replied, O,
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  Speaker 1: Latian princes, how severe a fate and causeless quarrels has
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  Speaker 1: involved your state and armed against an unoffending man who
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  Speaker 1: sought your friendship. Ere the war began, you beg a truce,
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  Speaker 1: which I would gladly give, not only for the slain,
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  Speaker 1: but those who live. I came not hither, but by
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  Speaker 1: Heaven's command, and sent by fate to share the Latian land,
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  Speaker 1: nor wage I wars unjust. Your king denied my proffered friendship,
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  Speaker 1: and my promised bride left me for turnus. Turnus then
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  Speaker 1: should try his cause in arms, to conquer or to die.
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  Speaker 1: My right and his are in dispute. The slain fell
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  Speaker 1: without fault or quarrel, to maintain in equal arms. Let
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  Speaker 1: us alone contend, and let him vanquish whom his fates befriend.
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  Speaker 1: This is the way. So tell him to possess the
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  Speaker 1: royal virgin and restore the peace. Bear this message back
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  Speaker 1: with ample leave, that your slain friends may funeral rites receive. Thus,
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  Speaker 1: having said, the ambassadors amazed, stood but mute awhile and
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  Speaker 1: on each other gazed. Durrances their chief, who harbored in
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  Speaker 1: his breast long hate to turnus as his foe professed,
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  Speaker 1: broke silence first, and to the godlike man with graceful action, bowing.
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  Speaker 1: Thus began auspicious prince in arms a mighty name. But
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  Speaker 1: yet whose actions far transcend your fame? Would I your
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  Speaker 1: justice or your force? Express thought can be equal, and
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  Speaker 1: all words are less Your answer, we shall thankfully relate,
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  Speaker 1: and favors granted to the Latian state. If wished success,
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  Speaker 1: our labor shall attend. Think peace concluded, and the king
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  Speaker 1: your friend, Let turnus leave the realm to your command
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  Speaker 1: and seek alliance in some other land. Build you the
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  Speaker 1: city which your fates assign. We shall be proud the
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  Speaker 1: great work to join. Thus Drances and his words so
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  Speaker 1: well persuade the rest empowered that soon a truce is
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  Speaker 1: made twelve days the term allowed, and during those Latians
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  Speaker 1: and Trojans now no longer foes mixed in the woods
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  Speaker 1: for funeral piles, prepare to fell the timber and forget
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  Speaker 1: the war. Loud axes through the groaning groves resound, oak, mountain,
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  Speaker 1: ash and poplar spread the ground. First fall from high,
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  Speaker 1: and some the trunks receive in loaded wanes with wedges.
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  Speaker 1: Some they cleave. And now the fatal news by Fame
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  Speaker 1: is blown through the short circuit of the Arcadian town
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  Speaker 1: of Palace, slain by Fame, which just before his triumphs
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  Speaker 1: on distended pinions bore rushing from out the gate, the
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  Speaker 1: people stand, each with a funeral flambeaux in his hand.
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  Speaker 1: Wildly they stare distracted with a maze. The fields are
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  Speaker 1: lightened with a fiery blaze that cast a sullen splendor
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  Speaker 1: on their friends, the marching troop which their dead prince attends.
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  Speaker 1: Both parties meet, they raise a doleful cry. The matrons
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  Speaker 1: from the walls with shrieks, reply, and their mixed morning
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  Speaker 1: rends the vaulted sky. The town is filled with tumult
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  Speaker 1: and with tears, till the loud clamors reach a Vander's ears.
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  Speaker 1: Forgetful of his state, he runs along with a disordered
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  Speaker 1: pace and cleaves the throng falls on the corpse, and
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  Speaker 1: groaning there he lies with silent grief that speaks, but
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  Speaker 1: at his eyes short sighs and sobs succeed till sorrow
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  Speaker 1: breaks a passage, and at once he weeps and speaks,
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  Speaker 1: O Palace, Thou hast failed thy plighted word to fight,
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  Speaker 1: with caution not to tempt the sword. I warned thee,
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  Speaker 1: but in vain, for well I knew what peril's youthful
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  Speaker 1: ardor would pursue. That boiling blood would carry thee too far,
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  Speaker 1: young as thou wert in dangers, raw to war, O
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  Speaker 1: cursed essay of arms, disastrous doom, prelude of bloody fields,
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  Speaker 1: and fights to come hard elements of unauspicious war, vain
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  Speaker 1: vows to heaven and unavailing care. Thrice happy, thou, dear
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  Speaker 1: partner of my bed, whose holy soul the stroke of
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  Speaker 1: fortune fled, precious of ills, and leaving me behind to
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  Speaker 1: drink the dregs of life by fate assigned beyond the
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  Speaker 1: goal of nature. I have gone my palace late, set out,
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  Speaker 1: but reached too soon. If for my league against the
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  Speaker 1: Sonian state amidst their weapons, I had found my fate
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  Speaker 1: deserved from them than I had been returned a breathless victor,
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  Speaker 1: and my son had mourned. Yet will I not my
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  Speaker 1: Trojan friend a braid nor grudge the alliance I so
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  Speaker 1: gladly made. Twas not his fault my palace fell so young,
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  Speaker 1: but my own crime for having lived too long. Yet,
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  Speaker 1: since the gods had destined him to die, at least
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  Speaker 1: he led the way to victory. First were his friends.
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  Speaker 1: He won the fatal shore, and sent whole herds of
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  Speaker 1: slaughtered foes before a death too great, too glorious to deplore.
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  Speaker 1: Nor will I add new honors to thy grave. Content
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  Speaker 1: with those the Trojan hero gave that funeral pomp thy
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  Speaker 1: Prjian friends designed, in which the Tuscan chiefs and army
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  Speaker 1: joined great spoils and trophies gained by thee they bear,
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  Speaker 1: Then let thy own achievements be thy share. Even thou,
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  Speaker 1: o Turnus, hadst a trophy stood, whose mighty trunk had
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  Speaker 1: better graced the wood, if Pallas had arrived with equal
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  Speaker 1: length of years to match thy bulk with equal strength.
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  Speaker 1: But why unhappy man, dost thou detain these troops to
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  Speaker 1: view the tears thou shed'st in vain. Go friends this
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  Speaker 1: message to your lord relate, tell him that if I
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  Speaker 1: bear my bitter fate, and after Pallis's death, live, lingering
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  Speaker 1: on Tis to behold his vengeance for my son. I
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  Speaker 1: stay for Turnus, whose devoted head is owing to the
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  Speaker 1: living and the dead. My son and I expect it
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  Speaker 1: from his hand. Tis all that he can give or
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  Speaker 1: we demand. Joy is no more, But I would gladly
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  Speaker 1: go to greet my palace with such news. Below, the
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  Speaker 1: morn had now dispelled the shades of night, restoring toils.
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  Speaker 1: When she restored the light, the Trojan King and Tuscan
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  Speaker 1: Chief command to raise the piles along the winding strand
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  Speaker 1: their friends convey the dead funeral fires lack smoldering smoke
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  Speaker 1: from the green wood expires, the light of heaven is choked,
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  Speaker 1: and the new day retires. Then thrice around the kindled
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  Speaker 1: piles they go, for ancient custom had ordained it, so
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  Speaker 1: thrice horse and foot about the fires are lad and
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  Speaker 1: thrice with loud laments. They hail the dead, tears trickling
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  Speaker 1: down their breasts, but do the ground and drums and
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  Speaker 1: trumpets mix their mournful sound amid the blaze. Their pious
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  Speaker 1: brethren throw the spoils in battle, taken from the foe, helms,
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  Speaker 1: bits embossed and swords of shining steel, One casts a target,
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  Speaker 1: one a chariot wheel. Some to their fellows their own
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  Speaker 1: arms restore the Falsians, which, in luckless fight they bore,
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  Speaker 1: their bucklers pierced, and their darts bestowed in vain and shivered.
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  Speaker 1: Lances gathered from the plain whole. Herds of offered bulls
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  Speaker 1: about the fire, and bristled boars and wooly sheep expire
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  Speaker 1: around the piles. A careful troop attends to watch the
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  Speaker 1: wasting flames and weep their burning friends, lingering along the
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  Speaker 1: shore till dewy night new decks the face of heaven
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  Speaker 1: with starry light. The conquered lations with like pious care
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  Speaker 1: piles without number. For their dead prepare part in the
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  Speaker 1: places where they fell are laid, and part are to
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  Speaker 1: the neighboring fields conveyed. The core of kings and captains
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  Speaker 1: of renown, borne off in state, are buried in the town.
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  Speaker 1: The rest, unhonored and without a name, are cast a
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  Speaker 1: common heap to feed the flame. Trojans and Latians vie
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  Speaker 1: with like desires to make the field of battle shine
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  Speaker 1: with fires, and the promiscuous blaze to heaven. Aspires now
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  Speaker 1: had the morning, thrice renewed the light, and thrice dispelled
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  Speaker 1: the shadows of the night. When those who round the
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  Speaker 1: wasted fires remain perform the last sad office to the slain.
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  Speaker 1: They rake the yet warm ashes from below. These and
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  Speaker 1: the bones unburned in earth, bestow these relics with their
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  Speaker 1: country rites. They grace and raise a mount of turf
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  Speaker 1: to mark the place. But in the palace of the
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  Speaker 1: king appears a scene more solemn and a pomp of tears. Maids, matrons,
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  Speaker 1: widows mix their common moans, orphans their sires, and sire
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  Speaker 1: lament their sons, All in that universal sorrow, share and
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  Speaker 1: curse the cause of this unhappy war, a broken league,
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  Speaker 1: a bride unjustly sought, a crown usurped, which with their
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  Speaker 1: blood is bought. These are the crimes with which they
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  Speaker 1: load the name of Turnus, and on him alone exclaim.
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  Speaker 1: Let him who lords it o'er the Asnian land, engage
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  Speaker 1: the Trojan hero hand to hand. His is the gain
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  Speaker 1: our lot is, But to serve tis just the sway
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  Speaker 1: he seeks. He should deserve. This strants as aggravates and
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  Speaker 1: adds with spite. His foe expects and dares him to
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  Speaker 1: the fight, nor Turnus wants a party to support his
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  Speaker 1: cause and credit in the Latian court. His former acts
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  Speaker 1: secure his present fame, and the Queen shades him with
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  Speaker 1: her mighty name. While thus their factious minds with fury burn.
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  Speaker 1: The legates from the Tolian prince return sad news they
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  Speaker 1: bring that, after all the cost and care employed, their
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  Speaker 1: embassy is lost, that Diomedes refused his aid in war,
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  Speaker 1: unmoved with presence, and as deaf to prayer. Some new
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  Speaker 1: alliance must elsewhere be sought, or peace with Troy on
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  Speaker 1: hard conditions bought. Latinus, sunk in sorrow, finds too late
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  Speaker 1: a foreign sun is pointed out by fate, and till
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  Speaker 1: Aeneus Shallovinia wed, the wrath of heaven is hovering o'er
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  Speaker 1: his head. The gods he saw espoused the juster side,
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  Speaker 1: when late their titles in the field were tried. Witness
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  Speaker 1: the fresh laments and funeral tears undried. Thus, full of
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  Speaker 1: anxious thought, he summons all the Latian Senate to the
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  Speaker 1: council hall. The princes come, commanded by their head, and
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  Speaker 1: crowd the paths that to the palace. Led supreme in
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  Speaker 1: power and reverenced for his years, he takes the throne
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  Speaker 1: and in the midst appears majestically sad. He sits in
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  Speaker 1: state and bids his envoys their success relate. When Venulus began,
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  Speaker 1: the murmuring sound was hushed, and sacred silence reigned round.
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  Speaker 1: We have said he performed your high command and passed
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  Speaker 1: with peril a long tract of land. We reached the
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  Speaker 1: place desired with wonder, filled the greci intense and rising
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  Speaker 1: towers beheld. Great Diomede has compassed round with walls the
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  Speaker 1: city which our Jurippa, he calls from his own argos named.
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  Speaker 1: We touched with joy the royal hand that raised unhappy troy.
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  Speaker 1: When introduced our presence first we bring, then crave an
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  Speaker 1: instant audience from the king his leave obtained our native soil.
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  Speaker 1: We name and tell the important cause for which we came. Attentively.
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  Speaker 1: He heard us while we spoke. Then, with soft accents
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  Speaker 1: and a pleasing look, made this return. Asonian race of old,
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  Speaker 1: renowned for peace and for an age of gold. What
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  Speaker 1: madness has your altered minds possessed to change for war?
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  Speaker 1: Hereditary rest? Solicit arms unknown and tempt the sword and
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  Speaker 1: needless ill your ancestors abhorred. We for myself I speak,
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  Speaker 1: and all the name of Grecians, who, to Troy's destruction
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  Speaker 1: came omitting those who were in battle, slain or borne
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  Speaker 1: by rolling Simois to the main, not one but suffer'd
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  Speaker 1: and too dearly bought the prize of honor which in
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  Speaker 1: arms he sought. Some doomed to death, and some in exile,
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  Speaker 1: driven outcasts, abandoned by the care of heaven, So worn,
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  Speaker 1: so wretched, so despised a crwe even old Priam might,
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  Speaker 1: with pity view witness the vessels by Minerva tossed in storms,
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  Speaker 1: the vengeful Kafarian coast, the Euboean rocks, the prince whose
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  Speaker 1: brother led our armies to revenge his injured bed in Egypt,
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  Speaker 1: lost Ulysses with his men, have seen Charibdis and the
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  Speaker 1: Cyclops den Why should I name Idomeneus in vain, restored
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  Speaker 1: to scepters and expelled again, or young Achilles by his
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  Speaker 1: rival slain, even he the king of men, the foremost
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  Speaker 1: name of all the Greeks, and most renowned by fame,
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  Speaker 1: the proud revenger of another's wife, yet by his own
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  Speaker 1: adulteress lost his life fell at his threshold, and the
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  Speaker 1: spoils of Troy, the foul polluters of his bed and
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  Speaker 1: joy the gods have envied me the sweets of life,
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  Speaker 1: my much loved country, and my more loved wife, banished
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  Speaker 1: from both, I mourn why in the sky transformed to birds,
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  Speaker 1: my lost companions fly hovering about the coasts. They make
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  Speaker 1: their moan and cuff the cliffs with pinions not their own.
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  Speaker 1: What squalid specters and the dead of night break my
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  Speaker 1: short sleep and skim before my sight. I might have
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  Speaker 1: promised to myself those harms mad as I was, when I,
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  Speaker 1: with mortal arms, presumed against immortal powers to move and
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  Speaker 1: violate with wounds the Queen of love, such arms this
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  Speaker 1: hand shall never more employ. No hate remains with me
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  Speaker 1: to ruined Troy. I war not with its dust, Nor
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  Speaker 1: am I glad to think of past events, or good
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  Speaker 1: or bad your presence. I return whate'er you bring to
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  Speaker 1: buy my friendship. Send the trojan king we met in fight.
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  Speaker 1: I know him to my cost. With what a whirling
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  Speaker 1: force his lance he tossed? Heavens what a spring was
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  Speaker 1: in his arm to throw? How high he held his
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  Speaker 1: shield and rose at every blow. Had Troy produced two
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  Speaker 1: more his match in might, they would have changed the
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  Speaker 1: fortune of the fight. The invasion of the Greeks had
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  Speaker 1: been returned, our empire wasted, and our cities burned. The
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  Speaker 1: long defense the Trojan people made, the war protracted, and
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  Speaker 1: the siege delayed, were due to Hector's and this hero's hand,
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  Speaker 1: both brave alike and equal in command, aeneas not inferior
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  Speaker 1: in the field. In pious reverence to the gods excelled,
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  Speaker 1: make peace, elations, and avoid with care the impending dangers of
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  Speaker 1: a fatal war. He said no more, but with this
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  Speaker 1: cold excuse, refused the alliance and advised a truce. Thus
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  Speaker 1: Venulis concluded his report. A jarring murmur filled the factious court,
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  Speaker 1: as when a torrent rolls with rapid force and dashes
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  Speaker 1: o'er the stones that stop the course. The flood, constrained
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  Speaker 1: within a scanty space, roars horrible along the uneasy race.
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  Speaker 1: White foam in gathering. Eddy's floats around the rocky shores
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  Speaker 1: rebellow to the sound the murmur ceased. Then, from his
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  Speaker 1: lofty throne, the king invoked the gods, and thus begun
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  Speaker 1: I wish yelations. What we now debate had been resolved
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  Speaker 1: before it was too late. Much better had it been
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  Speaker 1: for you and me enforced by this our last necessity
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  Speaker 1: two have been earlier wise than now to call a council.
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  Speaker 1: When the foe surrounds the wall o citizens, we wage
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  Speaker 1: unequal war with men, not only heaven peculiar care, but
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  Speaker 1: Heaven's own race, unconquered in the field or conquered, yet
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  Speaker 1: unknowing how to yield. What hopes you had in Diomedes
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  Speaker 1: lay down. Our hopes must center on ourselves alone. Yet those,
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  Speaker 1: how feeble and indeed how vain, you see too well,
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  Speaker 1: nor need my words explain, vanquished without resource, laid flat
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  Speaker 1: by fate, factions within a foe without the gait not.
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  Speaker 1: But I grant that all performed their parts with manly
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  Speaker 1: force and with undaunted hearts. With our united strength. The
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  Speaker 1: war we waged with equal numbers, equal arms engaged. You
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  Speaker 1: see the event. Now hear what I propose to save
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  Speaker 1: our friends and satisfy our foes. Attract of land the
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  Speaker 1: Latians have possessed along the Tiber, stretching to the west,
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  Speaker 1: which now Rutulians and Aruncans till and their mixed cattle,
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  Speaker 1: graze the fruitful hill, those mountains filled with firs that
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  Speaker 1: lower land. If you consent, the trojan shall command called
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  Speaker 1: into part of what is ours, and there on terms agreed,
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  Speaker 1: the common country share there. Let em build and settle
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  Speaker 1: if they please, unless they choose once more to cross
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  Speaker 1: the seas in search of seats remote from Italy and
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  Speaker 1: from unwelcome inmates. Set us free. Then twice ten galleys,
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  Speaker 1: let us build with speed, or twice as many more,
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  Speaker 1: if more they need. Materials are at hand. A well
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  Speaker 1: grown wood runs equal with the margin of the flood.
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  Speaker 1: Let them the number and the form, assign the care
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  Speaker 1: and cost of all the stores. Be mine. To treat
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  Speaker 1: the peace. A hundred senators shall be commissioned, hence with
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  Speaker 1: a simple powers, with olive the presence. They shall bear
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  Speaker 1: a purple robe, a royal ivory chair, and all the
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  Speaker 1: marks of sway that Latian monarchs wear, and sums of
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  Speaker 1: gold among yourselves. Debate this great affair and save the
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  Speaker 1: sinking state. Then Drances took the word who grudged long
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  Speaker 1: since the rising glories of the Donian prince, factious and
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  Speaker 1: rich bold at the council board. But cautious in the field,
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  Speaker 1: he shunned the sword. A close cboaler and tongue valiant
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  Speaker 1: lord noble, his mother was and near the throne, but
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  Speaker 1: what his father's parentage unknown. He rose and took the
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  Speaker 1: advantage of the times to load young turnus with invidious crimes.
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  Speaker 1: Such truths, O King, said he, your words contain as
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  Speaker 1: strike the sense, and all replies are vain. Nor are
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  Speaker 1: your loyal subjects. Now to seek what common needs require,
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  Speaker 1: but fear to speak. Let him give leave of speech,
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  Speaker 1: that haughty man whose pride this unauspicious war began for
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  Speaker 1: whose ambition, let me dare to say, fear set apart,
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  Speaker 1: though death is in my way. The plains of Latiam
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  Speaker 1: run with blood. Around so many valiant heroes bite the
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  Speaker 1: ground dejected grief in every face appears a town in
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  Speaker 1: mourning and a land in tears. While he the undoubted
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  Speaker 1: author of our harms, the man who menaces the gods
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  Speaker 1: with arms. Yet after all his boasts, forsook the fight
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  Speaker 1: and sought his safety in ignoble flight. Now, best of Kings,
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  Speaker 1: since you propose to send such bounteous presents to your
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  Speaker 1: trojan friend, add yet a greater at our joint request,
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  Speaker 1: one which he values more than all the rest. Give
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  Speaker 1: him the fair Lavinia for his bride. With that alliance,
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  Speaker 1: let the league be tied, and for the bleeding land
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  Speaker 1: a lasting peace. Provide. Let insolence no longer awe the throne,
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  Speaker 1: but with a father's right, bestow your own for this
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  Speaker 1: maligner of the general good. If still we fear his force,
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  Speaker 1: he must be wooed. His haughty Godhead, We with prayers
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  Speaker 1: implore your scepter to release and our just rights restore
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  Speaker 1: o cursed cause of all our ills. Must we wage
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  Speaker 1: wars unjust and fall in fight for thee What right
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  Speaker 1: hast thou to rule the Latian state and send us
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  Speaker 1: out to meet our certain fate? Tis a destructive war
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  Speaker 1: from Turnu's hand, our peace and public safety we demand.
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  Speaker 1: Let the fair bride to the brave chief remain. If
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  Speaker 1: not the peace without the pledge is vain, turn us.
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  Speaker 1: I know you think me not your friend, nor will
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  Speaker 1: I much with your belief contend. I beg your greatness
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  Speaker 1: not to give the law in others realms, but beaten
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  Speaker 1: to withdraw pity your own or pity our estate, nor
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  Speaker 1: twist our fortunes with your sinking fate. Your interest is
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  Speaker 1: the war should never cease. But we have felt enough
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  Speaker 1: to wish the peace. A land exhausted to the last
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  Speaker 1: remains depopulated towns and driven plains. Yet, if desire of
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  Speaker 1: fame and thirst of power a beauteous princess with a
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  Speaker 1: crown endowur, So fire your mind in arms, assert your right,
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  Speaker 1: and meet your foe who dares you to the fight. Mankind,
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  Speaker 1: it seems is made for you alone. We but the
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  Speaker 1: slaves who mount you to the throne, a base, ignoble
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  Speaker 1: crowd without a name, unwept, unworthy of the funeral flame,
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  Speaker 1: by duty, bound to forfeit each his life, that turnus
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  Speaker 1: may possess a royal wife. Permit not mighty man, so
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  Speaker 1: mean a crew should share such triumphs and detain from
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  Speaker 1: you the post of honor, your undoubted due. Rather alone
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  Speaker 1: your matchless force, employ to merit what alone you must enjoy.
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  Speaker 1: End of Book eleven, Part one recording by Lisa cho