For on my shoulders will I carry thee,
Nor will I find that burden overhard.
Whatever comes, ‘twill come to both of us,
We’ll share misfortune and deliverance too.
He takes the old man upon his shoulders, first spreading over his back a lion’s skin.
Let young Iulus fare along with me,
But at a distance let my wife note well
The way I take. And ye, attendants, hark
To what I say. Without the city walls
There is a mound, where stands an ancient fane