Part 15 (2/2)

And can it be that thou art building here the walls Of Tyrian Carthage, and uprearing her fair towers, Thou dotard, of thy realetful! Jove himself, the ruler of the Gods, Who holds the heavens and earth and ht hath sentpinions these commands: What dost thou here? or hat hopes dost thou delay Upon the Libyan shores? If thou, indeed, art lorious destiny, Respect at least the budding hopes of him, thy son, Who after thee shall hold the scepter; for to him Are due the realms of Italy, the land of Rome

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aeneas is overwhelmed with astonishain their sway, and his mind is bent upon instant departure He cries aloud:

O Jove, and I had near forgot my destiny, To oblivion lulled amid the sweets of this fair land!

But nowis for Italy, Which waitspassion shall I freelove?

[_To his attendants_] ”Go ye, and swiftly call the Trojans to the shore; Bid them equip the vessels quickly for the sea, And fra cause”

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But Dido has seen the hurrying Trojan mariners, and with her natural perceptions sharpened by suspicious fear, at once divines the hted love, she seeks aeneas and pours out her hot indignation s

And didst thou hope that thou couldst hide thy fell design, O faithless, and in silence steal away froiven, Nor thought of Dido, doomed to die a cruel death, Detain thee? Can it be that under wintry skies Thou wouldest launch thy fleet and urge thy onay 'Mid stormy blasts across the sea, O cruel one?

But what if not a stranger's land and unknown hohtest; what if Troy, thy city, still re the wave-tossed sea?

Is't I thou fleest? By these tears and thy right hand-- Since inleft-- And by our ht of iv'n thee one sweet drop of joy, Have pity on e, I pray, Thy cruel purpose if there still is room for prayer

For thee the Libyan races hate me, and my lords Of Tyre; for thee my latest scruple was o'ercodoiv'n up for thee

And thou, for whouest?-- Since from the name of husband this sole namalion shall come, And lay my walls in ruins, or the desert prince, Iarbus, lead me captive hoe had been conceived Of thee, if round ht sport, To bear thy nae back to me, Then truly should I seely uns of Jupiter still sounding in his ears, he dares not let his love answer a word to Dido's pleadings And so he coldly answers her that he is but following the bidding of his fate, which is leading him to Italy, even as hers had led her to this land of Africa

Dido has stood during this reply with averted face and scornful look, and now turns upon his now, but scornful denunciation and curses

Thou art no son of Venus, nor was Dardanus The ancient founder of thy race, thou faithless one; But Caucasus with rough and flinty crags begot, And fierce Hyrcanian tigers suckled thee For why Should I restrain reater evil wait?

Did he one syh of sorrow heave?

Did he one tear let fall, o'erhty queen, nor father Jove Impartial sees; for faith is everywhere betrayed

That shi+pwrecked beggar in my folly did I take And cause to sit upon my throne; I saved his fleet, His friends I rescued--Oh, the furies drive me mad!

Now 'tis Apollo's dictate, now the Lycian lots, And now ”the verythistask is that for heaven's immortal lords!

Such cares as these disturb their everlasting calm!

I seek not to detain nor answer thee; sail on To Italy, seek fated realht avail, I pray That thou a reefs s and vainly call Upon the nah I be, With fury's torch will I pursue thee, and when death Shall free my spirit, will I haunt thee everywhere

O thou shalt meet thy punishlad neould penetrate The lowest depths of hell