Ilioneus, rising and standing before the queen (522-558):
O Queen to whom the king of heav’n hath given to found
A city and to curb proud nations with the reins
Of law, we Trojans in our need, the sport of winds
On every sea, implore thee, spare a pious race
And look, we pray, with nearer view upon our cause.
We have not come to devastate with fire and sword
The Libyan homes, or fill our ships with plundered stores.
Such violence and such high-handed deeds a race
By fate o’ercome may not attempt. There is a place,