Sweet pledges of my lord, while fate and god allowed, Accept this soul of mine, and free me from my cares. For I have lived and run the course that Fortune set; And now my stately soul to Hades shall descend. A noble city have I built; my husband's death Have I avenged, and on my brother's head my wrath Inflicted. Happy, ah too happy, had the keels Of Troy ne'er touched my shores!--And shall I perish thus?-- But let me perish. Thus, oh thus, 'tis sweet to seek The land of shadows.--May the heartless Trojan see, As on he fares across the deep, my blazing pyre, And bear with him the gloomy omens of my death. Miller. So saying, she falls upon the sword and perishes. The report of the queen's tragic death runs wild through the convulsed city. With wailing and groaning, and screams of women, the palace rings; the sky resounds with mighty cries and beating of breasts--even as if the foe were to burst the gates and topple down Carthage or ancient Tyre, and the infuriate flame were leaping from roof to roof among the dwellings of men and gods. Conington. With the southern sky murky with the smoke and lurid with the glare of Dido's funeral pyre, Æneas sails away with sad forebodings, and comes again to Sicily. By chance this return to Sicily has fallen upon the anniversary of Anchises' death. Æneas therefore determines to hold a solemn festival in honor of his father, which he celebrates with the accustomed funeral games. While these games are in progress, by the machinations of Juno, the Trojan women, weary of their long wanderings, attempt to burn the fleet. But the vessels are saved, with the loss of four, by the miraculous intervention of Jupiter. Æneas thereupon is advised by Nautes, a Trojan prince, to build a town here in Sicily, and to leave behind all those who have grown weak or out of sympathy with his great enterprise. This advice is ratified by the shade of Anchises, who gives Æneas further direction for his way.