he built the city of Patavium for his Trojans to dwell in, and gave them a place and a name among the nations, and set up a rest for the arms[64] of Troy: now he reposes, lapped in the calm of peace. Meantime we, of thine own blood, to whom thy nod secures the pinnacle of heaven, our ships, 10 most monstrous, lost, as thou seest, all to sate the malice of one cruel heart, are given up to ruin, and severed far from the Italian shores. Is this the reward of piety[65]? Is this to restore a king to his throne?” Smiling on her, the planter of gods and men, with that 15 face which calms the fitful moods of the sky, touched with a kiss his daughter’s lips, then addressed her thus: “Give thy fears a respite, lady of Cythera[66]: thy people’s destiny abides still unchanged for thee; thine eyes shall see the city of thy heart, the promised walls of Lavinium[67]; 20 thine arms shall bear aloft to the stars of heaven thy hero Æneas; nor has my purpose wrought a change in me. Thy hero—for I will speak out, in pity for the care that rankles yet, and awaken the secrets of Fate’s book from the distant pages where they slumber—thy hero shall 25 wage a mighty war in Italy, crush its haughty tribes, and set up for his warriors a polity and a city, till the third summer shall have seen him king over Latium, and three winters in camp shall have passed over the Rutulians’[68] defeat. But the boy Ascanius,[69] who has now the new 30 name of Iulus—Ilus he was, while the royalty of Ilion’s state stood firm—shall let thirty of the sun’s great courses fulfil their monthly rounds while he is sovereign, then transfer the empire from Lavinium’s seat, and build Alba the Long, with power and might. Here for full three 35 hundred years the crown shall be worn by Hector’s[70] line, till a royal priestess, teeming by the war-god, Ilia, shall be the mother of twin sons. Then shall there be one, proud to wear the tawny hide of the wolf that nursed him, Romulus, who will take up the sceptre, and build a new city, the city of Mars, and give the people his own name of Roman. To them I assign no limit, no date of empire: my grant to them is dominion without end. Nay, Juno, 5 thy savage foe, who now, in her blind terror, lets neither sea, land, nor heaven rest, shall amend her counsels, and vie with me in watching over the Romans, lords of earth, the great nation of the gown. So it is willed. The time shall come, as Rome’s years roll on, when the house of 10 Assaracus[71] shall bend to its yoke Phthia[72] and renowned Mycenæ,[73] and queen it over vanquished Argos.[74] Then shall be born the child of an illustrious line, one of thine own Trojans, Cæsar, born to extend his empire to the ocean, his glory to the stars,[75]—Julius, in name as in blood the heir of 15