278So, having gained at last a land beyond our hopes, we purify ourselves for Jupiter and kindle the altars with offerings, and throng the Actian shores with Trojan games. 281My comrades, stripped and slippery with oil, practise the wrestling of our fathers; 282it is a joy to have escaped so many Argive cities and held our flight through the midst of enemies. 284Meanwhile the sun rolls round the great circle of the year, and icy winter roughens the waves with north winds. 286A shield of hollow bronze. 286once borne by great Abas, I fix on the doorposts facing the entrance, and mark the deed with a verse: AENEAS DEDICATES THESE ARMS, TAKEN FROM THE VICTORIOUS DANAANS.
289Then I order them to leave the harbour and take their places on the benches: my comrades strike the sea in rivalry and sweep the waters. 291Straight away we lose sight of the airy towers of the Phaeacians, coast along the shores of Epirus, enter the Chaonian harbour, and go up to the lofty city of Buthrotum.