was mine, would claim my tendance. Priam’s tall roof-tree
would still be standing, and my hand would have
built a restored Pergamus, to solace the vanquished. But 30
now to princely Italy Grynean[179] Apollo, to Italy his Lycian
oracles bid me repair. There is my heart, there my fatherland.
If you are riveted here by the sight of your stately
Carthage, a daughter of Phœnicia by a Libyan town,
why, I would ask, should jealousy forbid Teucrians to 35
settle in Ausonian land? We, like you, have the right of
looking for a foreign realm. There is my father Anchises,