From Jove he came commission’d, heav’nly bright With radiant beams, and manifest to sight (The sender and the sent I both attest) These walls he enter’d, and those words express’d.
Thee, Xanthus, and thee, Simois, I attest.
The Thund’rer said, And shook the sacred honors of his head, Attesting Styx, th’ inviolable flood, And the black regions of his brother god.
Advancing to the front, the hero stands, And, stretching out to heav’n his pious hands, Attests the gods, asserts his innocence, Upbraids with breach of faith th’ Ausonian prince; Declares the royal honor doubly stain’d, And twice the rites of holy peace profan’d.
…and shew’d the gate, Since call’d Carmental by the Roman state; Where stood an altar, sacred to the name Of old Carmenta, the prophetic dame, Who to her son foretold th’ Aenean race, Sublime in fame, and Rome’s imperial place: Then shews the forest, which, in after times, Fierce Romulus for perpetrated crimes A sacred refuge made; with this, the shrine Where Pan below the rock had rites divine: Then tells of Argus’ death, his murder’d guest, Whose grave and tomb his innocence attest.
"Son of Anchises, offspring of the gods," The Sibyl said, "you see the Stygian floods, The sacred stream which heav’n’s imperial state Attests in oaths, and fears to violate.
…By hell below, and by that upper god Whose thunder signs the peace, who seals it with his nod; So let Latona’s double offspring hear, And double-fronted Janus, what I swear: I touch the sacred altars, touch the flames, And all those pow’rs attest, and all their names; Whatever chance befall on either side, No term of time this union shall divide: No force, no fortune, shall my vows unbind, Or shake the steadfast tenor of my mind; Not tho’ the circling seas should break their bound,…