1 Howsoever fortune fall, one and undivided shall be our peril, one the escape of us twain.
2 Hard fortune in a strange realm forces me to this task, to keep watch and ward on my wide frontiers.
3 Me too hath a like fortune driven through many a woe, and willed at last to find my rest in this land.
4 Then he speaks: "O son, hard wrought by the destinies of Ilium, Cassandra only foretold me this fortune."
5 A breathing-space I ask, to give my madness rest and room, till my very fortune teach my grief submission.
6 Goddess-born, follow we fate's ebb and flow, whatsoever it shall be; fortune must be borne to be overcome.
7 I stood amazed; and my heart kindled with marvellous desire to accost him and learn of so strange a fortune.
8 Yield not thou to distresses, but all the bolder go forth to meet them, as thy fortune shall allow thee way.
9 From all quarters they are assembled, ready in heart and fortune, to whatsoever land I will conduct them overseas.
10 And here Coroebus, flushed with success and spirit, cries: "O comrades, follow me where fortune points before us the path of safety, and shews her favour."
11 Then, weary of fortune, they fetch out corn spoiled by the sea and weapons of corn-dressing, and begin to parch over the fire and bruise in stones the grain they had rescued.
12 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.
13 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.
14 A land of vast plains lies apart, the home of Mavors, in Thracian tillage, and sometime under warrior Lycurgus' reign; friendly of old to Troy, and their gods in alliance while our fortune lasted.
15 The king, when the Teucrian power was broken and fortune withdrew, following Agamemnon's estate and triumphant arms, severs every bond of duty; murders Polydorus, and lays strong hands on the gold.
16 Phoebus, who hast ever pitied the sore travail of Troy, who didst guide the Dardanian shaft from Paris' hand full on the son of Aeacus, in thy leading have I pierced all these seas that skirt mighty lands, the Massylian nations far withdrawn, and the fields the Syrtes fringe; thus far let the fortune of Troy follow us.
17 Seeing them close-ranked and daring for battle, I therewith began thus: "Men, hearts of supreme and useless bravery, if your desire be fixed to follow one who dares the utmost; you see what is the fortune of our state: all the gods by whom this empire was upheld have gone forth, abandoning shrine and altar; your aid comes to a burning city."
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