O son, wherever thou wouldst have me go.
O gods, on whom our fatherland depends,
Preserve my house, preserve my grandson too.
From you has come this heavenly augury,
And on your will divine does Ilium rest.
I yield me then, O son, into thy hands.
And would no more refuse to go with thee.
Meanwhile from without the glare of the conflagration increases, and the shouting of the victorious Greeks is heard approaching nearer and nearer.
Æneas (707-720):
Come then, dear father, mount upon my back,