o qui res hominumque deumque aeternis regis imperiis et fulmine terres, quid meus Aeneas in te committere tantum, quid Troes potuere, quibus tot funera passis cunctus ob Italiam terrarum clauditur orbis? certe hinc Romanos olim volventibus annis, hinc fore ductores, revocato a sanguine Teucri, qui mare, qui terras omnis dicione tenerent, pollicitus.
gods, and frighten with your bolt, what great crime could my Aeneas'could my Trojans'have wrought against you, to whom, after many disasters borne, the whole world is barred for Italys sake? Surely it was your promise that from them some time, as the years rolled on, the Romans were to arise; from them, even from Teucers restored line, should come rulers to hold the sea and all lands beneath their sway.