quam tu urbem, soror, hanc cernes, quae surgere regna coniugio tali! Teucrum comitantibus armis, Punica se quantis attollet gloria rebus! tu modo posce deos veniam, sacrisque litatis indulge hospitio causasque innecte morandi, dum pelago desaevit hiems et aquosus Orion, quassataeque rates, dum non tractabile caelum.
What a city you will see rise here, my sister, what a realm, by reason of such a marriage! With Teucrian arms beside us, to what heights will Punic glory soar? Only ask favour of the gods and, with sacrifice duly offered, be lavish with your welcome, and weave pleas for delay, while at sea winter rages fiercely and Orion is stormy'while the ships are shattered, and the skies intractable!