into tears: “Can it be, unhappy boy, that Fortune at the 15
moment of her triumphant flood-tide has grudged you to
me, forbidding you to look on my kingdom, and ride back
victorious to your father’s home? Not such was the parting
pledge I gave on your behalf to your sire Evander, when,
clasping me to his heart, he sent me on my way to mighty 20
empire, and anxiously warned me that the foe was fierce
and the race we should war with stubborn. And now he
belike at this very moment in the deep delusion of empty
hope is making vows to Heaven and piling the altars with