soil borne but two other so valiant, Dardanus would have 30 marched in his turn to the gates of Inachus, and the tears of Greece would be flowing for a destiny reversed. All those years of lingering at the walls of stubborn Troy, it was Hector’s and Æneas’ hand that clogged the wheels of Grecian victory, and delayed her coming till the tenth 35 campaign had begun. High in courage were both, high in the glory of martial prowess; but piety gave _him_ the preëminence. Join hand to hand in treaty, if so you may; but see that your arms bide not the shock of his.’ Thus, gracious sire, have you heard at once the king’s reply, and the judgment he passed on this our mighty war.” The envoys had scarcely finished when a diverse murmur runs along the quivering lips of the sons of Ausonia, as, 5 when rapid streams are checked by rocks in their course, confused sounds rise from the imprisoned torrent, and neighbouring banks reëcho with the babbling of the waves. Soon as their passions were allayed, and their chafed countenances settled in calm, the monarch, first invoking 10 heaven, begins from his lofty throne: “To have taken your judgment, Latians, ere this on the state of the common-weal, would have been my pleasure, and our truer interest, rather than summon a council at a crisis like this, when the foe has sat down before our walls. 15 A grievous war, my countrymen, we are waging with the seed of heaven, a nation unsubdued, whom no battles overtire, nor even in defeat can they be made to drop the sword. For any hope ye have cherished in the alliance of Ætolian arms, resign it forever. Each is his own hope; 20 and how slender is this ye may see for yourselves. As to all beside, with what utter ruin it is stricken is palpable to the sight of your eyes, to the touch of your hands. I throw the blame on none: manly worth has done the utmost it could: all the sinews of the realm have been strained 25 in the contest. Now then I will set forth what is the judgment of my wavering mind, and show you it in few words, if ye will lend me your attention. There is an ancient territory of mine bordering on the Tuscan river, extending lengthwise to the west, even beyond the Sicanian frontier; 30 Auruncans and Rutulians are its tillers, subduing with the ploughshare its stubborn hills, and pasturing their flocks on the rugged slopes. Let this whole district, with the lofty mountain and its belt of pines, be our friendly gift to the Teucrians; let us name equal terms of alliance, and 35 invite them to share our kingdom; let them settle here, if their passion is so strong, and build them a city. But if they have a mind to compass other lands and another nation, and are free to quit our soil, let us build twenty ships