Vix e conspectu Siculae telluris in altum vela dabant laeti et spumas salis aere ruebant, cum Iuno, aeternum servans sub pectore vulnus, haec secum: mene incepto desistere victam nec posse Italia Teucrorum avertere regem! quippe vetor fatis.
Hardly out of sight of Sicilian land were they spreading their sails seaward, and merrily ploughing the foaming brine with brazen prow, when Juno, nursing an undying wound deep in her heart, spoke thus to herself: What! I resign my purpose, baffled, and fail to turn from Italy the Teucrian king! The fates, doubtless, forbid me!
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