"Ah, whither now? Shall I bemocked my early lovers try, And go Numidian wedlock now on bended knee to buy: I, who so often scorned to take their bridal-bearing hands? Or shall I, following Ilian ships, bear uttermost commands Of Teucrian men, because my help their lightened hearts makes kind; Because the thank for deed I did lies ever on their mind? But if I would, who giveth leave, or takes on scornful keel 540 The hated thing? Thou knowest not, lost wretch, thou may'st not feel, What treason of Laomedon that folk for ever bears. What then? and shall I follow lone the joyous mariners? Or, hedged with all my Tyrian host, upon them shall I bear, Driving again across the sea those whom I scarce might tear From Sidon's city, forcing them to spread their sails abroad? Nay, stay thy grief with steel, and die, and reap thy due reward! Thou, sister, conquered by my tears, wert first this bane to lay On my mad soul, and cast my heart in that destroyer's way. Why was I not allowed to live without the bridal bed, 550 Sackless and free as beasts afield, with no woes wearièd? Why kept I not the faith of old to my Sychæus sworn?" Such wailing of unhappy words from out her breast was torn. Æneas on the lofty deck meanwhile, assured of flight, Was winning sleep, since every need of his was duly dight; When lo! amid the dreams of sleep that shape of God come back, Seemed once again to warn him thus: nor yet the face did lack Nor anything of Mercury; both voice and hue was there, And loveliness of youthful limbs and length of yellow hair: 559 "O Goddess-born, and canst thou sleep through such a tide as this? And seest thou not how round about the peril gathered is? And, witless, hear'st not Zephyr blow with gentle, happy wind? For treason now and dreadful deed she turneth in her mind, Assured of death; and diversely the tide of wrath sets in. Why fleest thou not in haste away, while haste is yet to win? Thou shalt behold the sea beat up with oar-blade, and the brand Gleam dire against thee, and one flame shall run adown the strand, If thee tomorrow's dawn shall take still lingering on this shore. Up! tarry not! for woman's heart is shifting evermore."