proffer our gifts, inform him of our name and country,
who is our invader, and what cause has led us to Arpi.[275]
He listened, and returned as follows with untroubled mien:
‘O children of fortune, subjects of Saturn’s reign, men of 30
old Ausonia, what caprice of chance disturbs you in your
repose, and bids you provoke a war ye know not? Know
that all of us, whose steel profaned the sanctity of Ilion’s
soil—I pass the hardships of war, drained to the dregs
under those lofty ramparts, the brave hearts which that 35
fatal Simois covers—yea, all of us the wide world over