by no strain of voyage, no violence of wind; give them
good of their birth on my sacred hill.” To her replied her
son, who wields the starry sphere: “O mother, whither
wouldst thou wrest the course of fate? what askest thou
for these thy favourites? should vessels framed by mortal 35
hand have charter of immortality? should Æneas, himself
assured, meet perils all unsure? What god had ever
privilege so great? Nay, rather, when their service is
over and they gain one day the haven of Ausonia, from
all such as escape the waves and convoy the Dardan chief