"Thither we sailed, when, rising with the wave, Orion dashed us on the shoals, the prey Of wanton winds, and mastering billows drave Our vessels on the pathless rocks astray.
We few have floated to your shore.

O say, What manner of mankind is here?
What land Is this, to treat us in this barbarous way?
They grudge the very shelter of the sand, And call to arms and bar our footsteps from the strand! LXXII.

"If human kind and mortal arms ye scorn, Think of the Gods, who judge the wrong and right.
A king was ours, AEneas; ne'er was born A man more just, more valiant in the fight, More famed for piety and deeds of might.
If yet he lives and looks upon the sun, Nor cruel death hath snatched him from the light, No fear have we, nor need hast thou to shun A Trojan guest, or rue kind offices begun.
LXXIII.

"Towns yet for us in Sicily remain, And arms, and, sprung from Trojan sires of yore, Our kinsman there, Acestes, holds his reign.
Grant us to draw our scattered fleet ashore, And fit new planks and branches for the oar.
So, if with king and comrades brought again, The Fates allow us to reach Italia's shore, Italia gladly and the Latian plain Seek we; but else, if thoughts of safety be in vain, LXXIV.

"If thee, dear Sire, the Libyan deep doth hide, Nor hopes of young Iulus more can cheer, Back let our barks to the Sicanian tide And proffered homes and king Acestes steer." He spake; the Dardans answered with a cheer.
Then Dido thus, with downcast look sedate; "Take courage, Trojans, and dismiss your fear.
My kingdom's newness and the stress of Fate Force me to guard far off the frontiers of my state.
LXXV.