For you I have provok’d a tyrant’s hate, Incens’d the Libyan and the Tyrian state; For you alone I suffer in my fame, Bereft of honour, and expos’d to shame. Whom have I now to trust, ungrateful guest? (That only name remains of all the rest!) What have I left? or whither can I fly? Must I attend Pygmalion’s cruelty, Or till Hyarba shall in triumph lead A queen that proudly scorn’d his proffer’d bed? Had you deferr’d, at least, your hasty flight, And left behind some pledge of our delight, Some babe to bless the mother’s mournful sight, Some young Aeneas, to supply your place, Whose features might express his father’s face; I should not then complain to live bereft Of all my husband, or be wholly left.” Here paus’d the queen. Unmov’d he holds his eyes, By Jove’s command; nor suffer’d love to rise, Tho’ heaving in his heart; and thus at length replies: “Fair queen, you never can enough repeat Your boundless favours, or I own my debt; Nor can my mind forget Eliza’s name, While vital breath inspires this mortal frame. This only let me speak in my defence: I never hop’d a secret flight from hence, Much less pretended to the lawful claim Of sacred nuptials, or a husband’s name. For, if indulgent Heav’n would leave me free, And not submit my life to fate’s decree, My choice would lead me to the Trojan shore, Those relics to review, their dust adore, And Priam’s ruin’d palace to restore. But now the Delphian oracle commands, And fate invites me to the Latian lands. That is the promis’d place to which I steer, And all my vows are terminated there. If you, a Tyrian, and a stranger born, With walls and tow’rs a Libyan town adorn, Why may not we, like you, a foreign race, Like you, seek shelter in a foreign place? As often as the night obscures the skies With humid shades, or twinkling stars arise, Anchises’ angry ghost in dreams appears, Chides my delay, and fills my soul with fears; And young Ascanius justly may complain Of his defrauded and destin’d reign. Ev’n now the herald of the gods appear’d: Waking I saw him, and his message heard. From Jove he came commission’d, heav’nly bright With radiant beams, and manifest to sight (The sender and the sent I both attest) These walls he enter’d, and those words express’d. Fair queen, oppose not what the gods command; Forc’d by my fate, I leave your happy land.”