Whene’er with dewy shadows night o’erspreads the earth.
And when I think upon Ascanius and the wrong
That I am bringing on his head, though innocent,
My heart reproaches me that I am thwarting fate,
Which promised him the destined fields of Italy.
And now the very messenger of heav’n sent down
By Jove himself—I swear by both our lives—has brought
The mandate through the wind-swept air; I saw the god
Myself in open day invade thy city’s walls,
And with these very ears I heard his warning voice.