your race, and your coming over the deep has reached our
ears—what is your errand? what cause or what necessity
has wafted your ships to our Ausonian coast through
those many leagues of blue water? Be it from ignorance of
the way or stress of weather, or any of the thousand chances 35
that happen to seamen on the main, that you have passed
between our river’s banks, and are resting in the haven,
shrink not from our welcome, but know in the Latian
race the true people of Saturn, kept in righteousness by no
band of law, but by our own instinct and the rule of our