Thus father Æneas, alone, amid the hush of all around, was recounting heaven's destined dealings, and telling of his voyages; and now at length he was silent, made an end, and took his rest. Conington. Ages after this, Othello the Moor won the love of Desdemona by tales of valor and of suffering: My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished That heaven had made her such a man. She thanked me, And bade me if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. By these same means, unwittingly has Æneas stirred the love in Dido's heart. She goes to her bed, but not to sleep. All night she tosses restlessly, picturing the hero's face and recalling his words; and in the morning, sick of soul, she pours her tears and cares into her sister Anna's bosom. O sister, what dread visions of the night invade My troubled soul! What of this stranger lodged within Our halls, how noble in his mien, how brave in heart, Of what puissant arms! From heav'n in truth his race Must be derived, for fear betokens low-born souls. Alas, how tempest-tossed of fate was he! How to The dregs the bitter cup of war's reverses hath He drained! If in my soul the purpose were not fixed That not to any suitor would I yield myself In wedlock, since the time when he who won my love Was reft away, perchance I might have yielded now. For sister, I confess it, since my husband's fate, Since that sad day when by his blood my father's house Was sprinkled, this of all men has my feelings moved. Again I feel the force of passion's sway. But no! May I be gulfed within earth's yawning depths; may Jove Almighty hurl me with his thunders to the shades, The pallid shades of Erebus and night profound, Before, O constancy, I violate thy laws! He took my heart who first engaged my maiden love. Still may he keep his own, and in the silent tomb Preserve my love inviolate. Miller. Anna advises her sister to yield to this new love, and argues that policy as well as inclination is on her side. Such a union as this would strengthen her against her brother, and exalt the sway of Carthage to unhoped for glory. And to what glory shalt thou see thy city rise, What strong, far-reaching sway upreared on such a tie! Assisted by the Trojan arms, our youthful state Up to the very pinnacle of fame shall soar. Miller.