Have doom'd our ships to seek the Latian land.

To these abodes our fleet Apollo sends;
Here Dardanus was born, and hither tends;

Where Tuscan Tiber rolls with rapid force,
And where Numicus opes his holy source.

Besides, our prince presents, with his request,
Some small remains of what his sire possess'd.

This golden charger, snatch'd from burning Troy,
Anchises did in sacrifice employ;

This royal robe and this tiara wore
Old Priam, and this golden scepter bore

In full assemblies, and in solemn games;
These purple vests were weav'd by Dardan dames."

Thus while he spoke, Latinus roll'd around
His eyes, and fix'd a while upon the ground.

Intent he seem'd, and anxious in his breast;
Not by the scepter mov'd, or kingly vest,

But pond'ring future things of wondrous weight;
Succession, empire, and his daughter's fate.

On these he mus'd within his thoughtful mind,
And then revolv'd what Faunus had divin'd.

This was the foreign prince, by fate decreed
To share his scepter, and Lavinia's bed;

This was the race that sure portents foreshew
To sway the world, and land and sea subdue.

At length he rais'd his cheerful head, and spoke:
"The pow'rs," said he, "the pow'rs we both invoke,

To you, and yours, and mine, propitious be,
And firm our purpose with their augury!

Have what you ask; your presents I receive;
Land, where and when you please, with ample leave;

Partake and use my kingdom as your own;
All shall be yours, while I command the crown:

And, if my wish'd alliance please your king,
Tell him he should not send the peace, but bring.

Then let him not a friend's embraces fear;
The peace is made when I behold him here.

Besides this answer, tell my royal guest,
I add to his commands my own request:

One only daughter heirs my crown and state,
Whom not our oracles, nor Heav'n, nor fate,

Nor frequent prodigies, permit to join
With any native of th' Ausonian line.

A foreign son-in-law shall come from far
(Such is our doom), a chief renown'd in war,

Whose race shall bear aloft the Latian name,
And thro' the conquer'd world diffuse our fame.

Himself to be the man the fates require,
I firmly judge, and, what I judge, desire."

He said, and then on each bestow'd a steed.
Three hundred horses, in high stables fed,

Stood ready, shining all, and smoothly dress'd:
Of these he chose the fairest and the best,

To mount the Trojan troop. At his command
The steeds caparison'd with purple stand,

With golden trappings, glorious to behold,
And champ betwixt their teeth the foaming gold.

Then to his absent guest the king decreed
A pair of coursers born of heav'nly breed,

Who from their nostrils breath'd ethereal fire;
Whom Circe stole from her celestial sire,

By substituting mares produc'd on earth,
Whose wombs conceiv'd a more than mortal birth.

These draw the chariot which Latinus sends,
And the rich present to the prince commends.

Sublime on stately steeds the Trojans borne,
To their expecting lord with peace return.

But jealous Juno, from Pachynus' height,
As she from Argos took her airy flight,

Beheld with envious eyes this hateful sight.
She saw the Trojan and his joyful train

Descend upon the shore, desert the main,
Design a town, and, with unhop'd success,

Th' embassadors return with promis'd peace.
Then, pierc'd with pain, she shook her haughty head,

Sigh'd from her inward soul, and thus she said:
"O hated offspring of my Phrygian foes!

O fates of Troy, which Juno's fates oppose!
Could they not fall unpitied on the plain,

But slain revive, and, taken, scape again?
When execrable Troy in ashes lay,

Thro' fires and swords and seas they forc'd their way.
Then vanquish'd Juno must in vain contend,

Her rage disarm'd, her empire at an end.
Breathless and tir'd, is all my fury spent?

Or does my glutted spleen at length relent?
As if 't were little from their town to chase,

I thro' the seas pursued their exil'd race;
Ingag'd the heav'ns, oppos'd the stormy main;

But billows roar'd, and tempests rag'd in vain.
What have my Scyllas and my Syrtes done,

When these they overpass, and those they shun?
On Tiber's shores they land, secure of fate,

Triumphant o'er the storms and Juno's hate.
Mars could in mutual blood the Centaurs bathe,

And Jove himself gave way to Cynthia's wrath,
Who sent the tusky boar to Calydon;

(What great offense had either people done?)
But I, the consort of the Thunderer,

Have wag'd a long and unsuccessful war,
With various arts and arms in vain have toil'd,

And by a mortal man at length am foil'd.
If native pow'r prevail not, shall I doubt

To seek for needful succor from without?
If Jove and Heav'n my just desires deny,

Hell shall the pow'r of Heav'n and Jove supply.
Grant that the Fates have firm'd, by their decree,

The Trojan race to reign in Italy;
At least I can defer the nuptial day,

And with protracted wars the peace delay:
With blood the dear alliance shall be bought,

And both the people near destruction brought;
So shall the son-in-law and father join,

With ruin, war, and waste of either line.
O fatal maid, thy marriage is endow'd

With Phrygian, Latian, andRutulian blood!
Bellona leads thee to thy lover's hand;

Another queen brings forth another brand,
To burn with foreign fires another land!

A second Paris, diff'ring but in name,
Shall fire his country with a second flame."

Thus having said, she sinks beneath the ground,
With furious haste, and shoots the Stygian sound,

To rouse Alecto from th' infernal seat
Of her dire sisters, and their dark retreat.

This Fury, fit for her intent, she chose;
One who delights in wars and human woes.