women,” cries she, “not to have been dragged to the death 10
of battle by the force of Achaia under our country’s walls!
Hapless nation! What worse than death has Fortune in
store for you? Here is the seventh summer rolling on
since Troy’s overthrow, and all the while we are being
driven, land and ocean over, among all the rocks of an 15
unfriendly sea, under all the stars of heaven, as through
the great deep we follow after retreating Italy, and are
tossed from wave to wave. Here is the brother-land of
Eryx; here is Acestes, our ancient friend. Who shall gainsay