auditis ille haec placido sic reddidit ore: O fortunatae gentes, Saturnia regna, antiqui Ausonii, quae vos fortuna quietos sollicitat suadetque ignota lacessere bella? quicumque Iliacos ferro violavimus agros (mitto ea quae muris bellando exhausta sub altis, quos Simois premat ille viros) infanda per orbem supplicia et scelerum poenas expendimus omnes, vel Priamo miseranda manus; scit triste Minervae sidus et Euboicae cautes ultorque Caphereus.
He heard and thus replied with unruffled mien:O happy peoples of Saturns realm, sons of old Ausonia, what chance vexes your calm and lures you to provoke unknown warfare? All we who with steel profaned the fields of Troy'I do not mention the sorrows we suffered in war beneath her high walls, the heroes drowned in the Simois'the wide world over, we have paid in nameless tortures all manner of penalties for our guilt, a band that even Priam might pity: witness Minervas baleful star, the Euboic cliffs, and avenging Caphereus.