Come whatso The Fates shall bring us, both alike shall share One common welfare or one common woe.
Let young Iulus at my side repair; Keep thou, my wife, aloof, and follow as we fare.
XCVII.

"'Ye too, my servants, hearken my commands.
Outside the city is a mound, where, dear To Ceres once, but now deserted, stands A temple, and an aged cypress near, For ages hallowed with religious fear, There meet we.

Father, in thy charge remain Troy's gods; for me, red-handed with the smear Of blood, and fresh from slaughter, 'twere profane To touch them, ere the stream hath cleansed me of the stain.' XCVIII.

"So saying, my neck and shoulders I incline, And round them fling a lion's tawny hide, Then lift the load.

His little hand in mine, Iulus totters at his father's side; Behind me comes Creusa.