Ut stetit ante ducem discussas Roma per auras, conscia ter sonuit rupes et inhorruit atrum 125 maiestate nemus. prior hic: “o numen amicum” dux ait “et legum genetrix longeque regendo circumfusa polo consors ac dicta Tonantis, dic agedum, quae causa viae? cur deseris arces Ausonias caelumque tuum? dic, maxima rerum! 130 * * * * * Page 11 goal: it is there where in their furthermost parts the Alps narrow their approaches into tortuous valleys and extend their adamantine bars of piled-up rocks. No other hand could unlock that gate, as, to their cost, those two tyrants[43] found; to the Emperor only they offer a way. The smoke of towers o’erthrown and of ruined fortresses ascends to heaven. Slaughtered men are piled up on a heap and bring the lowest valley equal with the hills; corpses welter in their blood; the very shades are confounded with the inrush of the slain. Close at hand the victor, Theodosius, happy that his warfare is accomplished, sits upon the green sward, his shoulders leaning against a tree. Triumphant earth crowned her lord and flowers sprang up from prouder banks. The sweat is still warm upon his body, his breath comes panting, but calm shines his countenance beneath his helmet. Such is Mars, when with deadly slaughter he has devastated the Geloni and thereafter rests, a dread figure, in the Getic plain, while Bellona, goddess of war, lightens him of his armour and unyokes his dust-stained coursers; an outstretched spear, a huge cornel trunk, arms his hand and flashes its tremulous splendour over Hebrus’ stream. When Rome had ended her airy journey and now stood before her lord, thrice thundered the conscious rocks and the black wood shuddered in awe. First to speak was the hero: “Goddess and friend, mother of laws, thou whose empire is conterminous with heaven, thou that art called the consort of the Thunderer, say what hath caused thy coming: why leavest thou the towns of Italy and thy native clime? Say, queen of the world. Were it thy [43] Maximus and Eugenius. See Introduction, p. ix. * * * * * Page 12 non ego vel Libycos cessem tolerare labores Sarmaticosve pati medio sub frigore Cauros, si tu, Roma, velis; pro te quascumque per oras ibimus et nulla sub tempestate timentes solstitio Meroën, bruma temptabimus Histrum.” 135