thou art master. See now—goading the matrons of
Troy to crime, she has basely burnt their ships, and driven 15
them in the ruins of their fleet to leave their mates to a
home on an unknown shore. These poor relics, then, let
them, I beg, spread the sail in safety along thy waters; let
them touch the mouth of Laurentian Tiber, if my prayer
is lawful, if that city is granted them of Fate.” 20
Then thus spake Saturn’s son, lord of the ocean deep:
“All right hast thou, queen of Cythera, to place thy trust
in these realms of mine, whence thou drawest thy birth.