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// Act 1: Some God Will Give Us an End to This 
// Story: The Night is Passing 
// by Cynewulf 
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Act I


Some God Will Give Us an End to This

or

Arms and the Mare I Sing









Arms, and the man I sing, who, forced by Fate,
And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate,
Expell'd and exil'd, left the Trojan shore.
Long labours both by sea and land he bore,
And in the doubtful war, before he won
The Latian realm, and built the destin'd town;
His banish'd gods restor'd to rites divine,
And settled sure succession in his line,

“...An hour will come, with pleasure to relate
Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.”

...These words he spoke, but spoke not from his heart;
His outward smiles conceal'd his inward smart…

~Aeneid By Virgil, translated by John Dryden, Book I