quod te per caeli iucundum lumen et auras, per genitorem oro, per spes surgentis Iuli, eripe me his, invicte, malis: aut tu mihi terram inice (namque potes) portusque require Velinos; aut tu, si qua via est, si quam tibi diva creatrix ostendit (neque enim, credo, sine numine divum flumina tanta paras Stygiamque innare paludem), da dextram misero et tecum me tolle per undas, sedibus ut saltem placidis in morte quiescam.
Oh, by heavens sweet light and air, I beseech you, by your father, by the rising hope of Iulus, snatch me from these woes, un-conquered one! Either cast earth on me, for that you can, by seeking again the haven of Velia; or if there be a way, if your goddess-mother shows you one'for not without divine favour, I believe, are you trying to sail these great streams and the Stygian mere'give your hand to one so unhappy, and take me with you across the waves, that at least in death I may find a quiet resting place!