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314 But we, descended from your sacred Line, Entitled to your Heav'n, and Rites Divine, Are banish'd Earth, and, for the Wrath of one, Remov'd from Latium, and the promis'd Throne. Are these our Scepters? These our due Rewards? And is it thus that Jove his plighted Faith Regards? To whom, the Father of th' immortal Race, Smiling with that serene indulgent Face, With which he drives the Clouds, and clears the Skies: First gave a holy Kiss; then thus replies. Daughter, dismiss thy Fears: To thy desire The Fates of thine are fix'd, and stand entire. Thou shalt behold thy wish'd Lavinian Walls, And, ripe for Heav'n, when Fate Æneas calls, Then shalt thou bear him up, sublime, to me; No Councils have revers'd my firm Decree. And left new Fears disturb thy happy State, Know, I have search'd the Mystick Rolls of Fate: Thy Son (nor is th' appointed Season far) In Italy shall wage successful War: Shall tame fierce Nations in the bloody Field, And Sov'raign Laws impose, and Cities build. Till, after ev'ry Foe subdu'd, the Sun Thrice through the Signs his Annual Race shall run: This is his time prefix'd. Ascanius then, Now called Julus, shall begin his Reign. He thirty rowling Years the Crown shall wear: Then from Lavinium shall the Seat transfer: