"Ay, wounds are waiting for thine offspring still, And mortal arms must vex her.

List to me: If maugre thee, and careless of thy will, The Trojans sought Italia, let them be, Nor aid them; let their folly reap its fee.
But if, oft called by many a warning sign From Heaven and Hell, they followed thy decree, Who then shall tamper with the doom divine, Or dare to forge new Fates, or alter words of thine?
VI.

"Why tell of grievances in days forepast, The vessels burnt on Eryx' distant shore, The tempest's monarch, and the raging blast Stirred in AEolia, and the winds' uproar, And Iris, heaven-sent messenger?
Nay more, From Hell's dark depths she summons her allies, The ghosts of Hades, overlooked before.
Through Latin towns, sent sudden from the skies, Alecto wings her flight, and riots as she flies.
VII.

"I reck not, I, of empire; once, indeed, While fortune smiled, I hoped for it; but now Theirs, whom thou choosest, be the victor's meed.
But if no land thy ruthless spouse allow To Teucrian outcasts, hearken to me now: O Father! by the latest hour of Troy, By Ilion's smoking ruins, deign to show Thy pity for Ascanius; spare my boy; Safe let him cease from arms, my darling and my joy.
VIII.

"Let brave AEneas follow, as he may, Where future leads, and wander on the brine.
_Him_ shield, and let me snatch him from the fray.
Paphos, Cythera, Amathus are mine, And on Idalium is my home and shrine: There let him live, forgetful of renown, And, deaf to fame, these warlike weeds resign; Then let fierce Carthage press Ausonia down, For he and his no more shall vex the Tyrian town.
IX.