nor suffer him to continue longer. Yes, powers of the
sky! Rome’s race would have been in your eyes too
strong, had a boon like this been its own forever. What
groanings of the brave shall be wafted from Mars’ broad
field to Mars’ mighty town! What a funeral, father 25
Tiber, shall thine eyes behold, as thou flowest past that
new-built sepulchre! No child of the stock of Ilion shall
raise his Latian ancestors to such heights of hope: never
while time lasts shall the land of Romulus take such pride
in any that she has reared. Woe for the piety, for the 30