And newly rising citadel of Carthage stand.
But who and whence are ye? and whither do ye fare?
Æneas (372-385):
O goddess, if beginning at the first the tale
Of direful woes on land and deep I should relate,
The day, before my story’s end, would sink to rest.
From Troy (perchance the name of Troy has reached your ears)
Borne over many seas, the fitful tempest’s will
Has brought us to these shores.
Æneas am I called,