What the all-able Father foretold to Phoebus, Phoebus unto me, now I, the Furies’ chief, reveal to you. The place you seek is Italy, and you will go to Italy with winds that you 330 invoke; you will not be denied its harbors. But you will not wall in your promised city until an awful hunger and your wrong in slaughtering my sisters has compelled your jaws to gnaw as food your very tables.’ 335 She spoke and then flew back into the forest.
