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Trojans, be bold; against my Will, my Fate,
A Throne unsettled, and an infant State,
Bid me defend my Realms with all my Pow’rs,
And guard with these Severities my Shores.760
Lives there a Stranger to the Trojan Name,
Their Valour, Arms, and Chiefs of mighty Fame?
We know the War that set the World on Fire,
Nor are so void of Sense the Sons of Tyre.
For here his Beams indulgent Phoebus sheds,765
And rolls his flaming Chariot o’er our Heads.
Seek you, my Friends, the blest Saturnian Plains,
Or fair Trinacria, where Acestes reigns?
With Aids supply’d, and furnish’d from my Stores,
Safe will I send you from the Lybian Shores.770
Or would you stay to raise this growing Town?
Fix here your Seat; and Carthage is your own.
Haste, draw your Ships to Shore; to me the same,
Your Troy and Tyre shall differ but in Name.
And oh! that great Æneas had been tost,775
By the same Storm, on the same friendly Coast.

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