Venus (387-401):
Whoe’er thou art,
Full sure am I the gods must love thee well, since thou
Through dangers manifold hast reached this Tyrian realm.
But haste thee and with heart of cheer seek out the queen.
For lo, thy friends are rescued and thy fleet restored,
Unless in vain my parents taught me augury.
For see, those joyous swans are fluttering to the earth,
Which, swooping from the sky, but now the bird of Jove
Was harrying. As they, with fluttering wings and cries