“Why, O Aeneas, hast thou come so far Through this vast crowd to seek me? Does thy heart Bid thee confront me in the hope to gain The place which Priam holds, and to bear rule Over the knights Of Troy? Yet shouldst thou take My life, think not that Priam in thy hand Will place such large reward. He has his sons, Nor is he fickle, but of stable mind. Or will the Trojans, if thou slayest me, Bestow on thee broad acres, of a soil Fruitful exceedingly, and suited well To vines or to the plough, which thou mayst till That also, as I hope, thou wilt obtain With difficulty; for, unless I err, I forced thee once to flee before my spear. Dost thou remember, when thou wert alone Among thy beeves, I drave thee, running fast, Down Ida’s steeps? Then didst thou never turn To face me, but didst seek a hiding-place Within Lyrnessus, which I also took And wasted, with the aid of Father Jove And Pallas. From the town I led away The women, never to be free again. Jove and the other gods protected thee