goblets in their hands.
“And now suppose a day past, and yet another day:
the breeze is inviting the sail, the swelling south inflating 5
the canvas, when I accost the prophet with these words,
and put to him the question I tell you:—‘True Trojan
born, heaven’s interpreter,[B] whose senses inform you of
the stars, and of the tongue of birds, and of the omens of
the flying wing, tell me now—for revelation has spoken 10
in auspicious words of the whole of my voyage, and all
the gods have urged me with one voice of power to make