212He had spoken, and Ilioneus followed his words thus: 'King, noble son of Faunus, no black storm has forced us, driven by the waves, to come to your lands, nor has star or shore misled us in the course of our way: by design and with willing hearts we are all brought to this city, driven from a kingdom once the greatest that the Sun beheld as he came from the farthest heaven. 219From Jupiter is the beginning of our race; in Jupiter as ancestor the Dardan youth rejoice; our king himself, of the highest stock of Jupiter, Trojan Aeneas, has sent us to your threshold. 222How great a storm, poured out from cruel Mycenae, swept over the plains of Ida, by what fates driven both worlds, of Europe and of Asia, clashed together, has been heard even by any whom the farthest land keeps apart where the ocean flows back, and any whom the zone of the cruel sun, stretched in the middle of the four zones, cuts off.
228From that flood, carried over so many vast seas, we ask a small home for our fathers' gods, a harmless shore, and water and air that are open to all. 231We will not be a disgrace to your kingdom, nor will your fame be lightly told, nor will gratitude for so great a deed fade, nor will the Ausonians regret having taken Troy to her bosom. 234I swear by the fates of Aeneas and his mighty right hand, whether one has tested it in faith or in war and arms: many peoples, many nations (do not scorn us because we come of our own accord holding out in our hands the sacred ribbons and words of prayer) have both sought us and wished to join us to themselves; 239but the fates of the gods have driven us by their commands to seek out your lands.
240From here Dardanus sprang; 241here Apollo calls us back, and urges us with mighty commands to the Tyrrhenian Tiber and the sacred waters of the spring of Numicus. 243Moreover, he gives you these small gifts of his former fortune, relics rescued from burning Troy. 245With this gold father Anchises used to pour libations at the altars; 246this was Priam's attire when he gave laws to the assembled peoples in due form: the sceptre, and the sacred turban, and robes, the work of Trojan women.'