"Therefore my Lavinia will be given | to Trojans? Bandits? And you his father, | Who is how you collected it? And you don't mind | Of her, of you, of her unhappy mother? | That at the first wind that blows to its woods, | Of so dear orb pledge left | (as you may say), from this treacherous | fugitive abandoned thief, | Of the Vedrolla Sea and of the corsairs in prey? | Or not so of Sparta also kidnapped | Was she Leda's daughter? And those who kidnap | Wasn't he Trojan too? Ah! Where is he, sire, | That holy faith of yours? | That care of yours? That Promise | that has been done by you so many times | on our turn? If you are from outside people | son-in-law is due; if fixed and balance | it is in your thinking; if of Faun | thy father the prophecy clings to it; | I believe that every land, that to thy sceptre | she is not subject to us, she is a stranger to us. (Beloved: Book VII) [a Latin]"