hic Erycis fines fraterni atque hospes Acestes; quis prohibet muros iacere et dare civibus urbem? o patria et rapti nequiquam ex hoste Penates, nullane iam Troiae dicentur moenia? nusquam Hectoreos amnis, Xanthum et Simoenta, videbo? quin agite et mecum infaustas exurite puppis.
Here are the lands of our brother Eryx, and here is our host Acestes. Who forbids us to cast up walls and give our citizens a city? O fatherland, O household gods, in vain rescued from the foe, shall no town hereafter be called Troys? Shall I nowhere see a Xanthus and a Simois, the rivers of Hector? Nay, come! and burn with me these accursed ships.