_Æn._ How vain am I to wear this diadem, 40 And bear this golden sceptre in my hand! A burgonet of steel, and not a crown, A sword, and not a sceptre, fits Æneas. _Dido._ O, keep them still, and let me gaze my fill! Now looks Æneas like immortal Jove: O, where is Ganymede, to hold his cup, And Mercury, to fly for what he calls? Ten thousand Cupids hover in the air, And fan it in Æneas' lovely face! O, that the clouds were here wherein thou fled'st,[526] 50 That thou and I unseen might sport ourselves! Heaven,[527] envious of our joys, is waxen pale; And when we whisper, then the stars fall down, To be partakers of our honey talk. _Æn._ O Dido, patroness of all our lives, When I leave thee, death be my punishment! Swell, raging seas! frown, wayward Destinies! Blow, winds! threaten, ye rocks and sandy shelves! This is the harbour that Æneas seeks: Let's see what tempests can annoy me now. 60 _Dido._ Not all the world can take thee from mine arms. Æneas may command as many Moors As in the sea are little water-drops: And now, to make experience of my love,-- Fair sister Anna, lead my lover forth, And, seated on my jennet, let him ride, As Dido's husband, through the Punic streets; And will[528] my guard, with Mauritanian darts To wait upon him as their sovereign lord. _Anna._ What if the citizens repine thereat? 70 _Dido._ Those that dislike what Dido gives in charge, Command my guard to slay for their offence. Shall vulgar peasants storm at what I do? The ground is mine that gives them sustenance, The air wherein they breathe, the water, fire, All that they have, their lands, their goods, their lives! And I, the goddess of all these, command Æneas ride as Carthaginian king. _Ach._ Æneas, for his parentage, deserves As large a kingdom as is Libya. 80 _Æn._ I, and, unless the Destinies be false, I shall be planted in as rich a land. _Dido._ Speak of no other land; this land is thine; Dido is thine, henceforth I'll thee lord.-- Do as I bid thee, sister; lead the way; And from a turret I'll behold my love. _Æn._ Then here in me shall flourish Priam's race; And thou and I, Achates, for revenge For Troy, for Priam, for his fifty sons, Our kinsmen's lives[529] and thousand guiltless souls, 90 Will lead an host against the hateful Greeks, And fire proud Lacedæmon o'er their heads. [_Exeunt all except_ DIDO _and_ Carthaginian Lords.