Then, audience granted, as the fane they filled, Thus calmly spake the eldest of the train, Ilioneus: "O queen, whom Jove hath willed To found this new-born city, here to reign, And stubborn tribes with justice to refrain, We, Troy's poor fugitives, implore thy grace, Storm-tost and wandering over every main,-- Forbid the flames our vessels to deface, Mark our afflicted plight, and spare a pious race.
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"We come not hither with the sword to rend Your Libyan homes, and shoreward drive the prey.
Nay, no such violence our thoughts intend, Such pride suits not the vanquished.

Far away There lies a place--Greeks style the land to-day Hesperia--fruitful and of ancient fame And strong in arms.

OEnotrian folk, they say, First tilled the soil.

Italian is the name Borne by the later race, with Italus who came.
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