In safety will I send you forth and gird you with
My aid. Or would you share with me this realm? Behold,
The city which I build is yours. Draw up your ships.
To Trojan and to Tyrian will I favor show
In equal measure. Would that your Æneas’ self,
Conducted by the same o’er-mastering gale, were here!
My messengers along the shore will I despatch,
And bid them search the farthest bounds of Libya,
If he in wood or city, rescued from the waves,
May chance to stray.