Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- He spoke; Ilioneus this answer made:
- “O King, great heir of Faunus! No dark storm
- impelled us o'er the flood thy realm to find.
- Nor star deceived, nor strange, bewildering shore
- threw out of our true course; but we are come
- by our free choice and with deliberate aim
- to this thy town, though exiled forth of realms
- once mightiest of all the sun-god sees
- when moving from his utmost eastern bound.
- From Jove our line began; the sons of Troy
- boast Jove to be their sire, and our true King
- is of Olympian seed. To thine abode
- Trojan Aeneas sent us. How there burst
- o'er Ida's vales from dread Mycenae's kings
- a tempest vast, and by what stroke of doom
- all Asia's world with Europe clashed in war,
- that lone wight hears whom earth's remotest isle
- has banished to the Ocean's rim, or he
- whose dwelling is the ample zone that burns
- betwixt the changeful sun-god's milder realms,
- far severed from the world. We are the men
- from war's destroying deluge safely borne
- over the waters wide. We only ask
- some low-roofed dwelling for our fathers' gods,
- some friendly shore, and, what to all is free,
- water and air. We bring no evil name
- upon thy people; thy renown will be
- but wider spread; nor of a deed so fair
- can grateful memory die. Ye ne'er will rue
- that to Ausonia's breast ye gathered Troy.
- I swear thee by the favored destinies
- of great Aeneas, by his strength of arm
- in friendship or in war, that many a tribe
- (O, scorn us not, that, bearing olive green,
- with suppliant words we come), that many a throne
- has sued us to be friends. But Fate's decree
- to this thy realm did guide. Here Dardanus
- was born; and with reiterate command
- this way Apollo pointed to the stream
- of Tiber and Numicius' haunted spring.
- Lo, these poor tributes from his greatness gone
- Aeneas sends, these relics snatched away
- from Ilium burning: with this golden bowl
- Anchises poured libation when he prayed;
- and these were Priam's splendor, when he gave
- laws to his gathered states; this sceptre his,
- this diadem revered, and beauteous pall,
- handwork of Asia's queens.” So ceased to speak
- Ilioneus. But King Latinus gazed
- unanswering on the ground, all motionless
- save for his musing eyes. The broidered pall
- of purple, and the sceptre Priam bore,
- moved little on his kingly heart, which now
- pondered of giving to the bridal bed
- his daughter dear. He argues in his mind
- the oracle of Faunus:—might this be
- that destined bridegroom from an alien land,
- to share his throne, to get a progeny
- of glorious valor, which by mighty deeds
- should win the world for kingdom? So at last
- with joyful brow he spoke: “Now let the gods
- our purpose and their own fair promise bless!
- Thou hast, O Trojan, thy desire. Thy gifts
- I have not scorned; nor while Latinus reigns
- shall ye lack riches in my plenteous land,
- not less than Trojan store. But where is he,
- Aeneas' self? If he our royal love
- so much desire, and have such urgent mind
- to be our guest and friend, let him draw near,
- nor turn him from well-wishing looks away!
- My offering and pledge of peace shall be
- to clasp your monarch's hand. Bear back, I pray,
- this answer to your King: my dwelling holds
- a daughter, whom with husband of her blood
- great signs in heaven and from my father's tomb
- forbid to wed. A son from alien shores
- they prophesy for Latium's heir, whose seed
- shall lift our glory to the stars divine.
- I am persuaded this is none but he,
- that man of destiny; and if my heart
- be no false prophet, I desire it so.”
- Thus having said, the sire took chosen steeds
- from his full herd, whereof, well-groomed and fair,
- three hundred stood within his ample pale.
- Of these to every Teucrian guest he gave
- a courser swift and strong, in purple clad
- and broidered housings gay; on every breast
- hung chains of gold; in golden robes arrayed,
- they champed the red gold curb their teeth between.
- For offering to Aeneas, he bade send
- a chariot, with chargers twain of seed
- ethereal, their nostrils breathing fire:
- the famous kind which guileful Circe bred,
- cheating her sire, and mixed the sun-god's team
- with brood-mares earthly born. The sons of Troy,
- such gifts and greetings from Latinus bearing,
- rode back in pomp his words of peace to bring.