atque illum talis iactantem pectore curas tristior et lacrimis oculos suffusa nitentis adloquitur Venus:
gods, O Father, what godling, what mortal man has set his heart on doing wickedness, and contravenes thy will? Hast thou no care in thy breast for the Aeneadae? Was not Troy of old preserved by the pious rule of Hector? Yet now, O Father, they that are left of the Trojans, and their city, are crushed and all but destroyed. Let not this town, Lavinium, be razed to the ground, nor thy race be humbled in the dust.'

And lo! As he pondered on such concerns in his heart, Venus, who was sad and had tears in her bright eyes, spoke to him: "You, who have eternal power over the world of men and gods, oh Father, which god or mortal has set his heart on doing wickedness and goes against your will? Do you not care for the Aeneadae? Was not Troy preserved long ago by the pious rule of Hector? Yet now, oh Father, those that are left of the Trojans and their city are crushed and almost entirely destroyed. Let Lavinium not be destroyed, nor let your race be humbled in the dust."