upon the pile. Sun, whose torch shows thee all that is
done on earth, and thou, Juno, revealer and witness 25
these stirrings of the heart, and Hecate, whose name is
yelled in civic crossways by night, avenging fiends, and
gods of dying Elissa, listen to this! Let your power stoop
to ills that call for it, and hear what I now pray! If
it must needs be that the accursed wretch gain the haven 30
and float to shore—if such the requirement of Jove’s
destiny, such the fixed goal—yet grant that, harassed
by the sword and battle of a warlike nation, a wanderer