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That we to good Acestes may return,
And with our Friends our common Losses mourn. 785
Thus spoke Ilioneus; the Trojan Crew
With Cries and Clamours his Request renew.
The modest Queen a while, with down-cast Eyes,
Ponder'd the Speech; then briesly thus replies.
Trojans dismiss your Fears: my cruel Fate, 790
And doubts attending an unsettled State,
Force me to guard my Coast, from Foreign Foes:
Who has not heard the story of your Woes?
The Name and Fortune of your Native Place,
The Fame and Valour of the Phrygian Race? 795
We Tyrians are not so devoid of Sense,
Nor so remote from Phœbus influence.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Whether to Latian Shores your Course is bent,
Or driv'n by Tempests from your first intent,
You seek the good Acestes Government; 800
Your Men shall be receiv'd, your Fleet repair'd,
And sail, with Ships of Convoy for your guard;
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$ Or, wou'd you stay, and join your friendly Pow'rs,
To raise and to defend the Tyrian Tow'rs;
My Wealth, my City, and my Self are yours. 805
And wou'd to Heav'n the Storm, you felt, wou'd bring
On Carthaginian Coasts your wand'ring King.
My People shall, by my Command, explore
The Ports and Creeks of ev'ry winding shore;
And Towns, and Wilds, and shady Woods, in quest
Of so renown'd and so desir'd a Guest. 811