tum, pignora pacis praetendens dextra ramum canentis olivae, sic orsus Dauni gener inter murmura Teucrum: pone, Anchisiade, memores irasque metusque; quicquid ad Idaeos Xanthum Simoentaque nobis sanguine sudatum Scaeaeque ad limina portae, haud nostrum est; egere dei duraeque sorores.
Then the son-in-law of Daunus held forth in his right hand a branch of silvery olive as a pledge of peace, and spoke thus while the Trojans muttered in displeasure: Son of Anchises, lay aside the recollections of rage and fear. For all the sweat and blood we poured out by Xanthus and Simois, rivers of Ida, and by the Scaean gate, we are not to blame: we were driven on by the gods and the inexorable Sisters.
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