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712 A full revenge for your unnatural feast;

I should have done ill to have burned down Troy

And not revenged the murder of my comrades.

Ai! ai! the ancient oracle is accomplished;

It said that I should have my eyesight blinded

By your coming from Troy, yet it foretold

That you should pay the penalty for this

By wandering long over the homeless sea.

I bid thee weep—consider what I say;

I go towards the shore to drive my ship

To mine own land, o'er the Sicilian wave.

Not so, if, whelming you with this huge stone,

I can crush you and all your men together;

I will descend upon the shore, though blind,

Groping my way adown the steep ravine.

And we, the shipmates of Ulysses now,

Will serve our Bacchus all our happy lives. 