vos contra regi mea nunc mandata referte: est mihi nata, viro gentis quam iungere nostrae non patrio ex adyto sortes, non plurima caelo monstra sinunt; generos externis adfore ab oris, hoc Latio restare canunt, qui sanguine nostrum nomen in astra ferant.
Now in turn take back to the king my answer: I have a daughter whom oracles from my fathers shrine and countless prodigies from heaven do not allow me to unite to a bridegroom of our race; sons shall come from shores of strangers'such destiny, they foretell, awaits Latium'whose blood shall exalt our name to the stars.