472Meanwhile Anchises was ordering the fleet to be fitted with sails, so that there should be no delay for the favouring wind. 474Him the interpreter of Phoebus addresses with great respect: 'Anchises, deemed worthy of proud marriage with Venus, cared for by the gods, twice snatched from the ruins of Pergamum, look, there before you is the land of Ausonia; 477seize it with your sails. 478And yet you must glide past this part on the sea; 479that part of Ausonia which Apollo opens to you is far off. 480Go,' he says, 'happy in your son's devotion. 480Why do I go on further, and delay the rising south winds by talking?' 482No less, Andromache, sad at this final parting, brings robes embroidered with gold thread, and a Phrygian cloak for Ascanius (nor does she fall short in honour), and loads him with woven gifts, and speaks thus: 'Take these too, my boy, to be memorials of my handiwork, and to bear witness to the lasting love of Andromache, Hector's wife.
488Take the last gifts of your kin, O sole image left to me of my Astyanax: such were his eyes, such his hands, such his face; 491and now he would be growing to manhood, equal in age with you.' 492As I left, I addressed them with welling tears: 'Live happily, you whose fortune is already accomplished; 494we are called from one fate to another. 495Your rest is won; 495you have no expanse of sea to plough, no fields of Ausonia, ever receding, to seek. 497You see an image of Xanthus and a Troy which your own hands have made, under better auspices, I pray, and one that will be less exposed to the Greeks.
500If ever I enter the Tiber and the fields bordering the Tiber, and see the walls granted to my race, then our kindred cities and neighbouring peoples, in Epirus and Hesperia, who have the same Dardanus as founder and the same misfortunes, we shall make both into one Troy in spirit; 505may that task await our descendants.'