Here to Minerva’s temple come Our Trojan dames with suppliant mien and votive gifts; With locks dishevelled, self-inflicted blows, and tears; But all for naught. All unappeased the goddess stands With stern averted face, nor will she heed their prayers. _Æneas_ (483-487): Thrice round the walls of Troy the fell Achilles drags The body of my friend.—O Hector, Hector! Here He sells thy lifeless body for accursed gold, While aged Priam stretches forth his helpless hands. _Achates_ (488-497): And here behold thyself amid the Grecian chiefs In combat raging. See the swarthy Memnon’s arms, And that fierce maid, who, clad in gleaming armor, dares To lead her Amazons and mingle in the fray. Music is heard in the distance, flutes and zithers leading a chorus. But hark! The distant strains of music greet my ear, As of some stately progress fitly timed with flute And zither. See, it is the queen, who with her band Of chosen youths and maidens hither takes her way. _Æneas_ (498-501): How like Diana when she leads her bands by swift Eurotas, or on Cynthus green, while round her press A thousand graceful creatures of the wood; but she, With shoulder quiver-girt, a very goddess moves With stately tread among the lesser beings of Her train. To such an one I liken yonder queen. They conceal themselves in the foreground behind the columns of the temple. Dido, accompanied by her bands of courtiers, crosses the stage and ascends the temple steps. She seats herself on the throne which has been placed for her at the temple door. Dido throughout this act is dressed in white, the symbol of her widowhood. Her dress, worn without himation, is of light filmy stuff draped in the Greek style, and unornamented save for a border of gold thread. Anna wears a dress of delicate blue, elaborately embroidered about the edges with a Greek pattern in gold thread. Her himation, wrapped gracefully about her, is a tender shade of rose pink. In Dido’s train all classes are represented, gayly dressed courtiers, soldiers, and peasants. The men wear cloaks of dark blue and of rich brown over their tunics. The women are clad in dresses of cream color, pink, and faint green. When all are on the stage, the general effect should be a mingling of pink, blue, brown, green, and white, which harmonize with the tints of the marble, of the flowering crab tree, the blue sky, and the purple mountains. Suddenly Ilioneus and his following of Trojans appear. They wear the Phrygian costume, but over it the long brown traveling cloak. The singing ceases, the guards lower their spears, and great excitement reigns. _Æneas_, aside (509, 510): Achates, can it be? What! Antheus, and our brave Cloanthus and Sergestus too? _Achates_, aside (511-514):