At Venus, ancipiti mentem labefacta timore, affatur genitorem et rumpit maesta querellas: quis poenae modus aut pereundi terminus, oro, Aeneadis erit? et quando terrasque fretumque emensis sedisse dabis? cur pellere nostros a te concessa Poenus parat urbe nepotes? Alpibus imposuit Libyam finemque minatur imperio.
But now Venus, her heart shaken with doubt and fear, addressed her sire and broke into sorrowful complaint. What limit of their punishment will the Aeneadae ever reach, I ask, or what end to their destruction? When wilt thou grant them a fixed abode, after all their wanderings over land and sea? Why does the Carthaginian essay to drive my descendants from the city which thou didst grant them? He has planted Libya upon the Alps and threatens an end to Roman power.
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