Aen. 7.107Aenēās prīmīque ducēs et pulcher Iūlus
corpora sub rāmīs dēpōnunt arboris altae
īnstituuntque dapēs et adōrea lība per herbam
110subiciunt epulīs (sīc Iuppiter ipse monēbat)
et Cereāle sōlum pōmīs agrestibus augent.Aeneas and his chief captains and handsome Iulus lay down their bodies beneath the branches of a tall tree, and set out a feast, and place wheaten cakes on the grass beneath the food (so Jupiter himself was prompting them), and heap the base of Ceres with wild fruits. Aen. 7.112Cōnsūmptīs hīc forte aliīs ut vertēre morsūs
exiguam in Cererem pēnūria adēgit ēdendī
et violāre manū mālīsque audācibus orbem
115fātālis crustī patulīs nec parcere quadrīs:
Heus !Here, as it happened, when everything else was eaten and lack of food drove them to turn their teeth on the scanty bread, and to violate with hand and bold jaw the circle of the fated crust, and not to spare the broad quarters: 'Look! Aen. 7.116etiam mēnsās cōnsūmimus, inquit Iūlus,
nec plūra adlūdēns.We are even eating our tables,' says Iulus, jesting, and no more. Aen. 7.117Ea vōx audīta labōrum
prīma tulit fīnem, prīmamque loquentis ab ōre
ēripuit pater ac stupefactus nūmine pressit.That word, once heard, first brought an end to their toils, and his father caught it as it first fell from the speaker's lips, and, struck with awe at the divine will, held it fast.
Aen. 7.120Continuō: Salvē fātīs mihi dēbita tellūs
vōsque, ait, Ō fīdī Troiae salvēte penātēs:
hīc domus, haec patria est.At once he says: 'Hail, land owed to me by the fates, and hail, you faithful household gods of Troy: here is our home, this is our country. Aen. 7.122Genitor mihi tālia namque
(nunc repetō) Anchīsēs fātōrum arcāna relīquit:
cum tē, nāte, famēs ignōta ad lītora vectum
125accīsīs cōget dapibus cōnsūmere mēnsās,
tum spērāre domōs dēfessus ibique mementō
prīma locāre manū mōlīrīque aggere tēcta.For my father Anchises (now I remember) left me such secrets of the fates: "When, my son, carried to unknown shores, hunger forces you, your food used up, to eat your tables, then, weary as you are, remember to hope for a home, and there to set your first buildings with your own hand and fortify them with a rampart." Aen. 7.128Haec erat illa famēs;This was that hunger; Aen. 7.128haec nōs suprēma manēbat,
exiliīs positūra modum.this was the last trial awaiting us, to set an end to our exile. Aen. 7.130Quārē agite et prīmō laetī cum lūmine sōlis
quae loca, quīve habeant hominēs, ubi moenia gentis,
vestīgēmus et ā portū dīversa petāmus.So come, and gladly, with the first light of the sun, let us find out what places these are, what men hold them, where the people's walls are, and let us head out from the harbour in different directions.
Aen. 7.133Nunc paterās lībāte Iovī precibusque vocāte
Anchīsēn genitōrem, et vīna repōnite mēnsīs.Now pour libations from your bowls to Jupiter, call on my father Anchises in prayer, and set the wine back on the tables.'