Chapter 27

“All are concern’d to know what place the god Assign’d, and where determin’d our abode. My father, long revolving in his mind The race and lineage of the Trojan kind, Thus answer’d their demands: ‘Ye princes, hear Your pleasing fortune, and dispel your fear. The fruitful isle of Crete, well known to fame, Sacred of old to Jove’s imperial name, In the mid ocean lies, with large command, And on its plains a hundred cities stand. Another Ida rises there, and …