nec purpura regem picta movet nec sceptra movent Priamea tantum quantum in conubio natae thalamoque moratur, et veteris Fauni volvit sub pectore sortem: hunc illum fatis externa ab sede profectum portendi generum paribusque in regna vocari auspiciis, huic progeniem virtute futuram egregiam et totum quae viribus occupet orbem.
Nor is it so much that the embroidered purple or the sceptre of Priam moves the king, as that he broods over his daughters wedlock and bridal bed, and revolves in his breast the oracle of ancient Faunus. This, he thought, must be he who, coming from a strangers home, is predestined by the fates as my son, and called to sovereignty with equal power; his must be the offspring, glorious in valour, whose might is to master all the world.
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