"And rob their maidens of the love they vow, And lift, and burn and ravage as they list, Then plead for peace, with arms upon the prow?
Thy sheltering power AEneas can assist, And cheat his foemen with an empty mist, The warrior's counterfeit.

At thy command Ships change to sea-nymphs, and the flames desist.
And now, that we should stretch a friendly hand, And lend Rutulians aid, an infamy ye brand.
XIII.

"Thy chief is absent, absent let him be.
He knows not: let him know not.

Do I care?
What is AEneas' ignorance to me?
Thou hast thy Paphos, and Idalium fair, And bowers of high Cythera; get thee there.
Why seek for towns with battle in their womb, And beard a savage foeman in his lair?
Wrought we the wreck, when Ilion sank in gloom, We, or the hands that urged poor Trojans to their doom?
XIV.

"Was I the robber, who the war begun, Whose theft in arms two continents arrayed, When Europe clashed with Asia?
I the one, Who led the Dardan leman on his raid, To storm the chamber of the Spartan maid?
Did I with lust the fatal strife sustain, And fan the feud, and lend the Dardans aid?
_Then_ had thy fears been fitting; now in vain Thy taunts are hurled; too late thou risest to complain." XV.