Away with all your cares. My cruel fortune and
My yet unstable throne compel me thus to guard
My bounds with wide and jealous watch. Who knows not well
Æneas and his race, their city Troy, their brave,
Heroic deeds? Who has not seen the far-off flames
Of their great war? We carry not such brutish hearts
Within our breasts, nor yet does Phœbus yoke his steeds
So far from this our land. Seek you the mighty west,
The land of Saturn’s reign, or where your foster-king,
Acestes, rules within Sicilia’s borders? Lo,