Not the sceptre nor the gown Of purple moved him, but his pensive breast Dwelt on his daughter's marriage, till he guessed The meaning of old Faunus.

This was he, His destined heir, the bridegroom and the guest, Whose glorious progeny, by Fate's decree, The Latin throne should share, and rule from sea to sea.
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"Heaven prosper," joyfully he cried, "our deed, And heaven's own augury.

Your wish shall stand; I take the gifts.

Yours, Trojans, all ye need-- The wealth of Troy, the fatness of the land,-- Nought shall ye lack from King Latinus' hand.
Let but AEneas, if he longs so fain To claim our friendship, and a home demand, Come here, nor fear to greet us.