Filius huic contra, torquet qui sidera mundi: o genetrix, quo fata vocas? aut quid petis istis? mortaline manu factae immortale carinae fas habeant? certusque incerta pericula lustret Aeneas? cui tanta deo permissa potestas? immo, ubi defunctae finem portusque tenebunt Ausonios olim, quaecumque evaserit undis Dardaniumque ducem Laurentia vexerit arva, mortalem eripiam formam magnique iubebo aequoris esse deas, qualis Nereia Doto et Galatea secant spumantem pectore pontum.
To her replied her son, who sways the starry world: Mother, where are you summoning fate? What are you asking for these ships of yours? Should hulls framed by mortal hand have immortal rights? And should Aeneas in certainty traverse uncertain perils? To what god is such power allowed? Nay, when one day, their service done, they gain an Ausonian haven, from all the ships that have escaped the waves, and borne the Dardan chief to the fields of Laurentum, I will take away their mortal shape, and bid them be goddesses of the great sea, like Doto, Nereus child, and Galatea, who cleave with their breasts the foaming deep.