Aeneid lines 1.325-71 (class translation)

Thus Venus (spoke), and in response the son of Venus began thus: 'None of your sisters have been heard or seen by me. What am I to call you, maiden? For you hardly have the features of a mortal, nor does your voice sound human; o, certainly a goddess (whether a sister of Phoebus or one of the race of the nymphs) may you be propitious, and may you lighten our suffering who ever you are, and may you teach us under which sky finally and on which shores of the world we are thrown; we wander unknowing both of the people and the places, driven hither by wind and vast waves: many a (sacrificial) victim will fall before your altar by my right hand.

Then Venus (replied): 'Hardly indeed do I deem myself worthy of such honor; it is the custom for Tyrian maidens to bear a quiver and to bind high our legs with scarlet buskins. You see the kingdoms of Phoenicia, the Tyrians, and the city of Agenor; but also the borders of Lybia, a race intractable in war. Dido directs power, having set out from the city of Tyre, fleeing her brother. Long is the injustice, long the tales, but I shall follow the main points of the affair.

Her husband was Sycaeus, richest in land of the Phoenicians, and cherished by the great love of the poor women, to whom her father gave her, untouched, and joined (her to him) in her first marriage. But her own brother Pygmalion was holding rule of Tyre, more immense in his villainy than all others. Between whom a fury came in their midst. That man, unholy before the altar and blind with love of gold, overcomes a careless Sychaeus with his sword secretly, caring nothing for his sister's love, and for a long time he hid his deed, and the evil man, feigning many things, deceived the distraught lover with vain hope. But the very image of her unburied husband came in her dreams, lifting his pale face in wondrous ways; he laid bare the bloody altars and his chest, pierced by the sword, and he uncovered the whole hidden wickedness of his house. Then her urges (her) to hasten her flight and depart from her fatherland, and he unearths as an aid for her journey ancient treasures, an unknown weight of silver and gold. Moved by these things Dido prepared her flight and her allies. They come together who had either a fierce hatred or a sharp fear of the tyrant; they seize and with gold load the ships which were prepared by chance; the riches of greedy Pygmalion are carried on the sea; a woman is the leader of this deed. They arrived at the places where now you will see the massive walls and the rising citadels of new Carthage, and they purchased the soil, Byrsa from the name of the deed, as much as they were able to circle with a bull hide. But, finally, who are you? Or from which shores did you come? To what place do you hold your course?” To the one asking, that man, sighing, drawing his voice from deep within his chest, (answers) with such (words):