tunc regia Iuno arma habitusque virum pulchraeque insignia gentis mentibus insinuat, certatimque ordine cunctae hospitibus patuere fores; tunc primus in aris ignis, et infandis venere oblivia curis; tunc epulae felixque sopor noctesque quietae, nec superum sine mente, reor, placuere fatentes.
Then royal Juno puts into their minds the arms and bearing of the heroes, the signs of noble lineage. One after another all doors vie to welcome the strangers. Then fire is on the altars for the first time and the cares that might not be spoken are forgotten. Then come feasts and happy sleep and nights of rest; confessing, they pleased, not, I think, without the will of the High Ones.
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