The Aeneid

by: Virgil

Book VIII

1

“Upon these shores The Arcadians, a race born from Pallas Followers of King Evander, chose a spot, And built a city on a rising hill, Called Pallanteum, from their ancestor. These with the Latin race wage ceaseless war. Take them for friends, and make a league with them.”

2

“How joyfully do I receive and greet you, Bravest of Trojans; and how I recall Your sire Anchises’ words, and tones, and face!

3

Aeneas knew The sound and promise that his mother gave. “Seek not, my host,” he says, “seek not to know The event these prodigies portend: it is I The heavens demand. This is the promised sign My goddess mother gives, should war impend, That she would aid me, bringing through the skies Vulcanian arms.”

4

“See, O my son, the promised word complete, Wrought by my husband’s skill; do not now fear To challenge to the fight the haughty sons Of Latnium, or to confront the fierce Turnus.”