Now midmost of the city-walls Æneas doth she lead, And shows him the Sidonian wealth, the city's guarded ways; And now she falls to speech, and now amidst a word she stays. Then at the dying of the day the feast she dights again, And, witless, once again will hear the tale of Ilium's pain; And once more hangeth on the lips that tell the tale aloud. But after they were gone their ways, and the dusk moon did shroud 80 Her light in turn, and setting stars bade all to sleep away, Lone in the empty house she mourns, broods over where he lay, Hears him and sees him, she apart from him that is apart Or, by his father's image smit, Ascanius to her heart She taketh, if her utter love she may thereby beguile. No longer rise the walls begun, nor play the youth this while In arms, or fashion havens forth, or ramparts of the war: Broken is all that handicraft and mastery; idle are The mighty threatenings of the walls and engines wrought heaven high. Now when the holy wife of Jove beheld her utterly 90 Held by that plague, whose madness now not e'en her fame might stay, Then unto Venus, Saturn's seed began such words to say: "Most glorious praise ye carry off, meseems, most wealthy spoil, Thou and thy Boy; wondrous the might, and long to tell the toil, Whereas two Gods by dint of craft one woman have o'erthrown. But well I wot, that through your fear of walls I call mine own, In welcome of proud Carthage doors your hearts may never trow. But what shall be the end hereof? where wends our contest now? What if a peace that shall endure, and wedlock surely bound, 99 We fashion? That which all thine heart was set on thou hast found. For Dido burns: bone of her bone thy madness is today: So let us rule these folks as one beneath an equal sway: Let the doom be that she shall take a Phrygian man for lord, And to thine hand for dowry due her Tyrian folk award."