Unto Æneas at the last herself she speaketh thus: "O thou forsworn! and hast thou hoped with lies to cover o'er Such wickedness, and silently to get thee from my shore? Our love, it hath not held thee back? nor right hand given in faith Awhile agone? nor Dido doomed to die a bitter death? Yea, e'en beneath the winter heavens thy fleet thou gatherest In haste to fare across the main amid the north's unrest 310 O cruel! What if land unknown and stranger field and fold Thou sought'st not; if the ancient Troy stood as in days of old; Wouldst thou not still be seeking Troy across the wavy brine? --Yea, me thou fleest. O by these tears, by that right hand of thine, Since I myself have left myself unhappy nought but this, And by our bridal of that day and early wedding bliss, If ever I were worthy thanks, if sweet in aught I were, Pity a falling house! If yet be left a space for prayer, O then I pray thee put away this mind of evil things! Because of thee the Libyan folks, and those Numidian kings, 320 Hate me, and Tyrians are my foes: yea, and because of thee My shame is gone, and that which was my heavenward road to be. My early glory.--Guest, to whom leav'st thou thy dying friend? Since of my husband nought but this is left me in the end. Why bide I till Pygmalion comes to lay my walls alow, Till taken by Getulian kings, Iarbas' slave I go? Ah! if at least ere thou wert gone some child of thee I had! If yet Æneas in mine house might play a little lad, E'en but to bring aback the face of that beloved one, Then were I never vanquished quite, nor utterly undone." 330