Aen. 3.121Fāma volat pulsum regnīs cessisse paternīs
Īdomenea ducem, dēsertaque lītora Crētae
hoste vacāre domōs, sēdēsque adstāre relictās.Rumour flies that the leader Idomeneus has been driven out and has left his father's realm, that the shores of Crete are deserted, its houses empty of enemies and its dwellings standing abandoned. Aen. 3.124Linquimus Ortygiae portūs, pelagōque volāmus,
125bacchātamque iugīs Naxon viridemque Donysam,
Olearon, niveamque Paron, sparsāsque per aequor
Cycladas, et crēbrīs legimus freta cōnsita terrīs.We leave the harbour of Ortygia and fly over the sea, past Naxos, its ridges loud with Bacchic revels, and green Donysa, Olearos, and snowy Paros, and the Cyclades scattered over the water, and we thread the straits sown thick with lands. Aen. 3.128Nauticus exorītur variō certāmine clamor;The sailors' shout goes up in varied rivalry; Aen. 3.129hortantur sociī: Crētam proavōsque petāmus!my comrades urge one another on: 'Let us make for Crete and our forefathers!' Aen. 3.130Prōsequitur surgēns ā puppī ventus euntīs
et tandem antīquīs Cūrētum adlābimur ōrīs.A wind rising astern follows us as we go, and at last we glide to the ancient shores of the Curetes.
Aen. 3.132Ergō avidus mūrōs optātae mōlior urbis,
Pergameamque vocō, et laetam cognōmine gentem
hortor amāre focōs arcemque attollere tēctīs.So eagerly I build the walls of the city I longed for, and call it Pergamea, and urge my people, glad at the name, to love their hearths and raise a citadel high with buildings.