The prayers of Venus prevail, and Aeneas is admitted into the number of the gods, while his descendants sway the sceptre of Latium.
Now had Aeneas, as ordain’d by fate, Survived the period of Saturnia’s hate, And, by a sure irrevocable doom, Fix’d the immortal majesty of Rome, Fit for the station of his kindred stars, His mother goddess thus her suit prefers:
“Almighty arbiter, whose powerful nod Shakes distant earth, and bows our own abode; To thy great progeny indulgent be, And rank the goddess-born a deity. Already has he view’d, with mortal eyes, Thy brother’s kingdoms of the nether skies.”