1 Then Venus: 'Nay, to no such offerings do I aspire.'
2 I seek Italy my country, my kin of Jove's supreme blood.
3 I whom you seek am here before you, Aeneas of Troy, snatched from the Libyan waves.
4 Long is the tale of crime, long and intricate; but I will briefly follow its argument.
5 I appoint to these neither period nor boundary of empire: I have given them dominion without end.
6 From that time forth have I known the fall of the Trojan city, known thy name and the Pelasgian princes.
7 Whoso thou art, not hated I think of the immortals dost thou draw the breath of life, who hast reached the Tyrian city.
8 I am Aeneas the good, who carry in my fleet the household gods I rescued from the enemy; my fame is known high in heaven.
9 Him will I hide deep asleep in my holy habitation, high on Cythera's hills or in Idalium, that he may not know nor cross our wiles.
10 With twenty sail did I climb the Phrygian sea; oracular tokens led me on; my goddess mother pointed the way; scarce seven survive the shattering of wave and wind.
11 Wherefore I counsel to prevent her wiles and circle the queen with flame, that, unalterable by any deity, she may be held fast to me by passionate love for Aeneas.
12 Yet if thy desire be such to know our calamities, and briefly to hear Troy's last agony, though my spirit shudders at the remembrance and recoils in pain, I will essay.
13 Now Dido the Phoenician holds him stayed with soft words, and I tremble to think how the welcome of Juno's house may issue; she will not be idle in this supreme turn of fortune.
14 Ah goddess, should I go on retracing from the fountain head, were time free to hear the history of our woes, sooner would the evening star lay day asleep in the closed gates of heaven.
15 Nor in my madness was I silent: and, should any chance offer, did I ever return a conqueror to my native Argos, I vowed myself his avenger, and with my words I stirred his bitter hatred.
16 For I declare to thee thy comrades are restored, thy fleet driven back into safety by the shifted northern gales, except my parents were pretenders, and unavailing the augury they taught me.
17 Dreadful, O Queen, is the woe thou bidst me recall, how the Grecians pitiably overthrew the wealth and lordship of Troy; and I myself saw these things in all their horror, and I bore great part in them.
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