“Whoe'er thou art,I deem that not unblest of heavenly powers,with vital breath still thine, thou comest hitherunto our Tyrian town. Go steadfast on,and to the royal threshold make thy way!I bring thee tidings that thy comrades allare safe at land; and all thy ships, conveyedby favoring breezes, safe at anchor lie;or else in vain my parents gave me skillto read the skies. Look up at yonder swans!A flock of twelve, whose gayly fluttering file,erst scattered by Jove's eagle swooping downfrom his ethereal haunt, now form anewtheir long-drawn line, and make a landing-place,or, hovering over, scan some chosen ground,or soaring high, with whir of happy wings,re-circle heaven in triumphant song:likewise, I tell thee, thy Iost marinersare landed, or fly landward at full sail.Up, then! let yon plain path thy guidance be,”She ceased and turned away. A roseate beamfrom her bright shoulder glowed; th' ambrosial hairbreathed more than mortal sweetness, while her robesfell rippling to her feet. Each step revealedthe veritable goddess. Now he knewthat vision was his mother, and his wordspursued the fading phantom as it fled:“Why is thy son deluded o'er and o'erwith mocking dreams,—another cruel god?Hast thou no hand-clasp true, nor interchangeof words unfeigned betwixt this heart and thine?”Such word of blame he spoke, and took his waytoward the city's rampart. Venus theno'erveiled them as they moved in darkened air,—a liquid mantle of thick cloud divine,—that viewless they might pass, nor would anyobstruct, delay, or question why they came.To Paphos then she soared, her Ioved abode,where stands her temple, at whose hundred shrinesgarlands of myrtle and fresh roses breathe,and clouds of orient sweetness waft away.
“Quisquis es, haud, credo, invisus caelestibus auras”“vitalis carpis, Tyriam qui adveneris urbem.”“Perge modo, atque hinc te reginae ad limina perfer,”“Namque tibi reduces socios classemque relatam”“nuntio, et in tutum versis aquilonibus actam,”“ni frustra augurium vani docuere parentes.”“Aspice bis senos laetantis agmine cycnos,”“aetheria quos lapsa plaga Iovis ales aperto”“turbabat caelo; nunc terras ordine longo”“aut capere, aut captas iam despectare videntur:”“ut reduces illi ludunt stridentibus alis,”“et coetu cinxere polum, cantusque dedere,”“haud aliter puppesque tuae pubesque tuorum”“aut portum tenet aut pleno subit ostia velo.”“Perge modo, et, qua te ducit via, dirige gressum.”Dixit, et avertens rosea cervice refulsit,ambrosiaeque comae divinum vertice odoremspiravere, pedes vestis defluxit ad imos,et vera incessu patuit dea. Ille ubi matremadgnovit, tali fugientem est voce secutus:“Quid natum totiens, crudelis tu quoque, falsis”“ludis imaginibus? Cur dextrae iungere dextram”“non datur, ac veras audire et reddere voces?”Talibus incusat, gressumque ad moenia tendit:at Venus obscuro gradientes aere saepsit,et multo nebulae circum dea fudit amictu,cernere ne quis eos, neu quis contingere posset,molirive moram, aut veniendi poscere causas.Ipsa Paphum sublimis abit, sedesque revisitlaeta suas, ubi templum illi, centumque Sabaeoture calent arae, sertisque recentibus halant.
Meanwhile the wanderers swiftly journey onalong the clear-marked road, and soon they climbthe brow of a high hill, which close in viewo'er-towers the city's crown. The vast exploit,where lately rose but Afric cabins rude,Aeneas wondered at: the smooth, wide ways;the bastioned gates; the uproar of the throng.The Tyrians toil unwearied; some up-raisea wall or citadel, from far belowlifting the ponderous stone; or with due carechoose where to build, and close the space aroundwith sacred furrow; in their gathering-placethe people for just governors, just laws,and for their reverend senate shout acclaim.Some clear the harbor mouth; some deeply laythe base of a great theatre, and carve outproud columns from the mountain, to adorntheir rising stage with lofty ornament.so busy bees above a field of flowersin early summer amid sunbeams toil,leading abroad their nation's youthful brood;or with the flowing honey storing closethe pliant cells, until they quite run o'erwith nectared sweet; while from the entering swarmthey take their little loads; or lined for war,rout the dull drones, and chase them from the hive;brisk is the task, and all the honeyed airbreathes odors of wild thyme. “How blest of Heaven.These men that see their promised ramparts rise!”Aeneas sighed; and swift his glances movedfrom tower to tower; then on his way he fared,veiled in the wonder-cloud, whence all unseenof human eyes,—O strange the tale and true!—he threaded the thronged streets, unmarked, unknown.
Corripuere viam interea, qua semita monstrat.Iamque ascendebant collem, qui plurimus urbiimminet, adversasque adspectat desuper arces.Miratur molem Aeneas, magalia quondam,miratur portas strepitumque et strata viarum.Instant ardentes Tyrii pars ducere muros,molirique arcem et manibus subvolvere saxa,pars optare locum tecto et concludere sulco.[Iura magistratusque legunt sanctumque senatum;]hic portus alii effodiunt; hic alta theatrisfundamenta locant alii, immanisque columnasrupibus excidunt, scaenis decora alta futuris.Qualis apes aestate nova per florea ruraexercet sub sole labor, cum gentis adultoseducunt fetus, aut cum liquentia mellastipant et dulci distendunt nectare cellas,aut onera accipiunt venientum, aut agmine factoignavom fucos pecus a praesepibus arcent:fervet opus, redolentque thymo fragrantia mella.“O fortunati, quorum iam moenia surgunt!”Aeneas ait, et fastigia suspicit urbis.Infert se saeptus nebula, mirabile dictu,per medios, miscetque viris, neque cernitur ulli.
Deep in the city's heart there was a groveof beauteous shade, where once the Tyrians,cast here by stormful waves, delved out of earththat portent which Queen Juno bade them find,—the head of a proud horse,—that ages longtheir boast might be wealth, luxury and war.Upon this spot Sidonian Dido raiseda spacious fane to Juno, which becamesplendid with gifts, and hallowed far and widefor potency divine. Its beams were bronze,and on loud hinges swung the brazen doors.A rare, new sight this sacred grove did show,which calmed Aeneas' fears, and made him boldto hope for safety, and with lifted heartfrom his low-fallen fortunes re-aspire.For while he waits the advent of the Queen,he scans the mighty temple, and admiresthe city's opulent pride, and all the skillits rival craftsmen in their work approve.Behold! he sees old Ilium's well-fought fieldsin sequent picture, and those famous warsnow told upon men's lips the whole world round.There Atreus' sons, there kingly Priam moved,and fierce Pelides pitiless to both.Aeneas paused, and, weeping, thus began:“Alas, Achates, what far region now,what land in all the world knows not our pain?See, it is Priam! Virtue's wage is given—O even here! Here also there be tearsfor what men bear, and mortal creatures feeleach other's sorrow. Therefore, have no fear!This story of our loss forbodes us well.”
Lucus in urbe fuit media, laetissimus umbra,quo primum iactati undis et turbine Poenieffodere loco signum, quod regia Iunomonstrarat, caput acris equi; sic nam fore belloegregiam et facilem victu per saecula gentem.Hic templum Iunoni ingens Sidonia Didocondebat, donis opulentum et numine divae,aerea cui gradibus surgebant limina, nexaequeaere trabes, foribus cardo stridebat aenis.Hoc primum in luco nova res oblata timoremleniit, hic primum Aeneas sperare salutemausus, et adflictis melius confidere rebus.Namque sub ingenti lustrat dum singula templo,reginam opperiens, dum, quae fortuna sit urbi,artificumque manus inter se operumque laboremmiratur, videt Iliacas ex ordine pugnas,bellaque iam fama totum volgata per orbem,Atridas, Priamumque, et saevum ambobus Achillem.Constitit, et lacrimans, “Quis iam locus” inquit “Achate,”“quae regio in terris nostri non plena laboris?”“En Priamus! Sunt hic etiam sua praemia laudi;”“sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt.”“Solve metus; feret haec aliquam tibi fama salutem.”
So saying, he received into his heartthat visionary scene, profoundly sighed,and let his plenteous tears unheeded flow.There he beheld the citadel of Troygirt with embattled foes; here, Greeks in flightsome Trojan onset 'scaped; there, Phrygian bandsbefore tall-plumed Achilles' chariot sped.The snowy tents of Rhesus spread hard by(he sees them through his tears), where Diomedin night's first watch burst o'er them unawareswith bloody havoc and a host of deaths;then drove his fiery coursers o'er the plainbefore their thirst or hunger could be stayedon Trojan corn or Xanthus' cooling stream.Here too was princely Troilus, despoiled,routed and weaponless, O wretched boy!Ill-matched against Achilles! His wild steedsbear him along, as from his chariot's rearhe falls far back, but clutches still the rein;his hair and shoulders on the ground go trailing,and his down-pointing spear-head scrawls the dust.Elsewhere, to Pallas' ever-hostile shrine,daughters of Ilium, with unsnooded hair,and lifting all in vain her hallowed pall,walked suppliant and sad, beating their breasts,with outspread palms. But her unswerving eyesthe goddess fixed on earth, and would not see.Achilles round the Trojan rampart thricehad dragged the fallen Hector, and for goldwas making traffic of the lifeless clay.Aeneas groaned aloud, with bursting heart,to see the spoils, the car, the very corpseof his lost friend,—while Priam for the deadstretched forth in piteous prayer his helpless hands.There too his own presentment he could seesurrounded by Greek kings; and there were shownhordes from the East, and black-browed Memnon's arms;her band of Amazons, with moon-shaped shields,Penthesilea led; her martial eyeflamed on from troop to troop; a belt of goldbeneath one bare, protruded breast she bound—a warrior-virgin braving mail-clad men.
Sic ait, atque animum pictura pascit inani,multa gemens, largoque umectat flumine voltum.Namque videbat, uti bellantes Pergama circumhac fugerent Graii, premeret Troiana iuventus,hac Phryges, instaret curru cristatus Achilles.Nec procul hinc Rhesi niveis tentoria velisadgnoscit lacrimans, primo quae prodita somnoTydides multa vastabat caede cruentus,ardentisque avertit equos in castra, prius quampabula gustassent Troiae Xanthumque bibissent.Parte alia fugiens amissis Troilus armis,infelix puer atque impar congressus Achilli,fertur equis, curruque haeret resupinus inani,lora tenens tamen; huic cervixque comaeque trahunturper terram, et versa pulvis inscribitur hasta.Interea ad templum non aequae Palladis ibantcrinibus Iliades passis peplumque ferebant,suppliciter tristes et tunsae pectora palmis;diva solo fixos oculos aversa tenebat.Ter circum Iliacos raptaverat Hectora muros,exanimumque auro corpus vendebat Achilles.Tum vero ingentem gemitum dat pectore ab imo,ut spolia, ut currus, utque ipsum corpus amici,tendentemque manus Priamum conspexit inermis.Se quoque principibus permixtum adgnovit Achivis,Eoasque acies et nigri Memnonis arma.Ducit Amazonidum lunatis agmina peltisPenthesilea furens, mediisque in milibus ardet,aurea subnectens exsertae cingula mammae,bellatrix, audetque viris concurrere virgo.
While on such spectacle Aeneas' eyeslooked wondering, while mute and motionlesshe stood at gaze, Queen Dido to the shrinein lovely majesty drew near; a throngof youthful followers pressed round her way.So by the margin of Eurotas wideor o'er the Cynthian steep, Diana leadsher bright processional; hither and yonare visionary legions numberlessof Oreads; the regnant goddess bearsa quiver on her shoulders, and is seenemerging tallest of her beauteous train;while joy unutterable thrills the breastof fond Latona: Dido not less fairamid her subjects passed, and not less brighther glow of gracious joy, while she approvedher future kingdom's pomp and vast emprise.Then at the sacred portal and beneaththe temple's vaulted dome she took her place,encompassed by armed men, and lifted highupon a throne; her statutes and decreesthe people heard, and took what lot or toilher sentence, or impartial urn, assigned.But, lo! Aeneas sees among the throngAntheus, Sergestus, and Cloanthus bold,with other Teucrians, whom the black storm flungfar o'er the deep and drove on alien shores.Struck dumb was he, and good Achates too,half gladness and half fear. Fain would they flyto friendship's fond embrace; but knowing notwhat might befall, their hearts felt doubt and care.Therefore they kept the secret, and remainedforth-peering from the hollow veil of cloud,haply to learn what their friends' fate might be,or where the fleet was landed, or what aimhad brought them hither; for a chosen fewfrom every ship had come to sue for grace,and all the temple with their voices rang.
Haec dum Dardanio Aeneae miranda videntur,dum stupet, obtutuque haeret defixus in uno,regina ad templum, forma pulcherrima Dido,incessit magna iuvenum stipante caterva.Qualis in Eurotae ripis aut per iuga Cynthiexercet Diana choros, quam mille secutaehinc atque hinc glomerantur oreades; illa pharetramfert umero, gradiensque deas supereminet omnis:Latonae tacitum pertemptant gaudia pectus:talis erat Dido, talem se laeta ferebatper medios, instans operi regnisque futuris.Tum foribus divae, media testudine templi,saepta armis, solioque alte subnixa resedit.Iura dabat legesque viris, operumque laborempartibus aequabat iustis, aut sorte trahebat:cum subito Aeneas concursu accedere magnoAnthea Sergestumque videt fortemque Cloanthum,Teucrorumque alios, ater quos aequore turbodispulerat penitusque alias avexerat oras.Obstipuit simul ipse simul perculsus Achateslaetitiaque metuque; avidi coniungere dextrasardebant; sed res animos incognita turbat.Dissimulant, et nube cava speculantur amicti,quae fortuna viris, classem quo litore linquant,quid veniant; cunctis nam lecti navibus ibant,orantes veniam, et templum clamore petebant.
The doors swung wide; and after access givenand leave to speak, revered Ilioneuswith soul serene these lowly words essayed:“O Queen, who hast authority of Joveto found this rising city, and subduewith righteous governance its people proud,we wretched Trojans, blown from sea to sea,beseech thy mercy; keep the curse of firefrom our poor ships! We pray thee, do no wrongunto a guiltless race. But heed our plea!No Libyan hearth shall suffer by our sword,nor spoil and plunder to our ships be borne;such haughty violence fits not the soulsof vanquished men. We journey to a landnamed, in Greek syllables, Hesperia:a storied realm, made mighty by great warsand wealth of fruitful land; in former daysOenotrians had it, and their sons, 't is said,have called it Italy, a chieftain's nameto a whole region given. Thitherwardour ships did fare; but with swift-rising floodthe stormful season of Orion's stardrove us on viewless shoals; and angry galesdispersed us, smitten by the tumbling surge,among innavigable rocks. Behold,we few swam hither, waifs upon your shore!What race of mortals this? What barbarous land,that with inhospitable laws ye thrusta stranger from your coasts, and fly to arms,nor grant mere foothold on your kingdom's bound?If man thou scornest and all mortal power,forget not that the gods watch good and ill!
Postquam introgressi et coram data copia fandi,maxumus Ilioneus placido sic pectore coepit:“O Regina, novam cui condere Iuppiter urbem”“iustitiaque dedit gentis frenare superbas,”“Troes te miseri, ventis maria omnia vecti,”“oramus, prohibe infandos a navibus ignis,”“parce pio generi, et propius res aspice nostras.”“Non nos aut ferro Libycos populare Penatis”“venimus, aut raptas ad litora vertere praedas;”“non ea vis animo, nec tanta superbia victis.”“Est locus, Hesperiam Grai cognomine dicunt,”“terra antiqua, potens armis atque ubere glaebae;”“Oenotri coluere viri; nunc fama minores”“Italiam dixisse ducis de nomine gentem.”“Hic cursus fuit:”“cum subito adsurgens fluctu nimbosus Orion”“in vada caeca tulit, penitusque procacibus austris”“perque undas, superante salo, perque invia saxa”“dispulit; huc pauci vestris adnavimus oris.”“Quod genus hoc hominum? Quaeve hunc tam barbara morem”“permittit patria? Hospitio prohibemur harenae;”“bella cient, primaque vetant consistere terra.”“Si genus humanum et mortalia temnitis arma”“at sperate deos memores fandi atque nefandi.”
A king we had; Aeneas,—never manin all the world more loyal, just and true,nor mightier in arms! If Heaven decreehis present safety, if he now do breathethe air of earth and is not buried lowamong the dreadful shades, then fear not thou!For thou wilt never rue that thou wert promptto do us the first kindness. O'er the seain the Sicilian land, are cities proud,with martial power, and great Acestes thereis of our Trojan kin. So grant us hereto beach our shattered ships along thy shore,and from thy forest bring us beam and sparto mend our broken oars. Then, if perchancewe find once more our comrades and our king,and forth to Italy once more set sail,to Italy, our Latin hearth and home,we will rejoicing go. But if our wealis clean gone by, and thee, blest chief and sire,these Libyan waters keep, and if no moreIulus bids us hope,—then, at the least,to yon Sicilian seas, to friendly landswhence hither drifting with the winds we came,let us retrace the journey and rejoingood King Acestes.” So Ilioneusended his pleading; the Dardanidaemurmured assent.
“Rex erat Aeneas nobis, quo iustior alter,”“nec pietate fuit, nec bello maior et armis.”“Quem si fata virum servant, si vescitur aura”“aetheria, neque adhuc crudelibus occubat umbris,”“non metus; officio nec te certasse priorem”“paeniteat. Sunt et Siculis regionibus urbes”“arvaque, Troianoque a sanguine clarus Acestes.”“Quassatam ventis liceat subducere classem,”“et silvis aptare trabes et stringere remos:”“si datur Italiam, sociis et rege recepto,”“tendere, ut Italiam laeti Latiumque petamus;”“sin absumpta salus, et te, pater optume Teucrum,”“pontus habet Lybiae, nec spes iam restat Iuli,”“at freta Sicaniae saltem sedesque paratas,”“unde huc advecti, regemque petamus Acesten.”Talibus Ilioneus; cuncti simul ore fremebantDardanidae.
Then Dido, briefly and with downcast eyes,her answer made: “O Teucrians, have no fear!Bid care begone! It was necessity,and my young kingdom's weakness, which compelledthe policy of force, and made me keepsuch vigilant sentry my wide co'ast along.Aeneas and his people, that fair townof Troy—who knows them not? The whole world knowsthose valorous chiefs and huge, far-flaming wars.Our Punic hearts are not of substance allinsensible and dull: the god of daydrives not his fire-breathing steeds so farfrom this our Tyrian town. If ye would goto great Hesperia, where Saturn reigned,or if voluptuous Eryx and the throneof good Acestes be your journey's end,I send you safe; I speed you on your way.But if in these my realms ye will abide,associates of my power, behold, I buildthis city for your own! Choose haven herefor your good ships. Beneath my royal swayTrojan and Tyrian equal grace will find.But O, that this same storm had brought your King.Aeneas, hither! I will bid exploreour Libya's utmost bound, where haply hein wilderness or hamlet wanders lost.”
Tum breviter Dido, voltum demissa, profatur:“Solvite corde metum, Teucri, secludite curas.”“Res dura et regni novitas me talia cogunt”“moliri, et late finis custode tueri.”“Quis genus Aeneadum, quis Troiae nesciat urbem,”“virtutesque virosque, aut tanti incendia belli?”“Non obtusa adeo gestamus pectora Poeni,”“nec tam aversus equos Tyria Sol iungit ab urbe.”“Seu vos Hesperiam magnam Saturniaque arva,”“sive Erycis finis regemque optatis Acesten,”“auxilio tutos dimittam, opibusque iuvabo.”“Voltis et his mecum pariter considere regnis;”“urbem quam statuo vestra est, subducite navis;”“Tros Tyriusque mihi nullo discrimine agetur.”“Atque utinam rex ipse Noto compulsus eodem”“adforet Aeneas! Equidem per litora certos”“dimittam et Libyae lustrare extrema iubebo,”“si quibus eiectus silvis aut urbibus errat.”
By these fair words to joy profoundly stirred,Father Aeneas and Achates braveto cast aside the cloud that wrapped them roundyearned greatly; and Achates to his Kingspoke thus: “O goddess-born, in thy wise heartwhat purpose rises now? Lo! All is well!Thy fleet and followers are safe at land.One only comes not, who before our eyessank in the soundless sea. All else fulfilsthy mother's prophecy.” Scarce had he spokewhen suddenly that overmantling cloudwas cloven, and dissolved in lucent air;forth stood Aeneas. A clear sunbeam smotehis god-like head and shoulders. Venus' sonof his own heavenly mother now receivedyouth's glowing rose, an eye of joyful fire,and tresses clustering fair. 'T is even sothe cunning craftsman unto ivory givesnew beauty, or with circlet of bright goldencloses silver or the Parian stone.Thus of the Queen he sued, while wondermentfell on all hearts. “Behold the man ye seek,for I am here! Aeneas, Trojan-born,brought safely hither from yon Libyan seas!O thou who first hast looked with pitying eyeon Troy's unutterable grief, who even to us(escaped our Grecian victor, and outwornby all the perils land and ocean know),to us, bereft and ruined, dost extendsuch welcome to thy kingdom and thy home!I have no power, Dido, to give thanksto match thine ample grace; nor is there powerin any remnant of our Dardan blood,now fled in exile o'er the whole wide world.May gods on high (if influence divinebless faithful lives, or recompense be foundin justice and thy self-approving mind)give thee thy due reward. What age was blestby such a birth as thine? What parents proudsuch offspring bore? O, while the rivers runto mingle with the sea, while shadows passalong yon rounded hills from vale to vale,and while from heaven's unextinguished firethe stars be fed—so Iong thy glorious name,thy place illustrious and thy virtue's praise,abide undimmed.—Yet I myself must goto lands I know not where.” After this wordhis right hand clasped his Ioved Ilioneus,his left Serestus; then the comrades all,brave Gyas, brave Cloanthus, and their peers.
His animum arrecti dictis et fortis Achateset pater Aeneas iamdudum erumpere nubemardebant. Prior Aenean compellat Achates:“Nate dea, quae nunc animo sententia surgit?”“omnia tuta vides, classem sociosque receptos.”“Unus abest, medio in fluctu quem vidimus ipsi”“submersum; dictis respondent cetera matris.”Vix ea fatus erat, cum circumfusa repentescindit se nubes et in aethera purgat apertum.Restitit Aeneas claraque in luce refulsit,os umerosque deo similis; namque ipsa decoramcaesariem nato genetrix lumenque iuventaepurpureum et laetos oculis adflarat honores:quale manus addunt ebori decus, aut ubi flavoargentum Pariusve lapis circumdatur auro.Tum sic reginam adloquitur, cunctisque repenteimprovisus ait: “Coram, quem quaeritis, adsum,”“Troius Aeneas, Lybicis ereptus ab undis.”“O sola infandos Troiae miserata labores,”“quae nos, reliquias Danaum, terraeque marisque”“omnibus exhaustos iam casibus, omnium egenos,”“urbe, domo, socias, grates persolvere dignas”“non opis est nostrae, Dido, nec quicquid ubique est”“gentis Dardaniae, magnum quae sparsa per orbem.”“Di tibi, si qua pios respectant numina, si quid”“usquam iustitia est et mens sibi conscia recti,”“praemia digna ferant. Quae te tam laeta tulerunt”“saecula? Qui tanti talem genuere parentes?”“In freta dum fluvii current, dum montibus umbrae”“lustrabunt convexa, polus dum sidera pascet,”“semper honos nomenque tuum laudesque manebunt,”“quae me cumque vocant terrae.” Sic fatus, amicumIlionea petit dextra, laevaque Serestum,post alios, fortemque Gyan fortemque Cloanthum.
Sidonian Dido felt her heart stand stillwhen first she looked on him; and thrilled againto hear what vast adventure had befallenso great a hero. Thus she welcomed him:“What chance, O goddess-born, o'er danger's pathimpels? What power to this wild coast has borne?Art thou Aeneas, great Anchises' son,whom lovely Venus by the Phrygian streamof Simois brought forth unto the day?Now I bethink me of when Teucer cameto Sidon, exiled, and of Belus' powerdesired a second throne. For Belus then,our worshipped sire, despoiled the teeming landof Cyprus, as its conqueror and king.And since that hour I oft have heard the taleof fallen Troy, of thine own noble name,and of Achaean kings. Teucer was wont,although their foe, to praise the Teucrian race,and boasted him of that proud lineage sprung.Therefore, behold, our portals are swung widefor all your company. I also borehard fate like thine. I too was driven of stormsand after long toil was allowed at lastto call this land my home. O, I am wisein sorrow, and I help all suffering souls!”So saying, she bade Aeneas welcome takebeneath her royal roof, and to the godsmade sacrifice in temples, while she sentunto the thankful Trojans on the shorea score of bulls, and of huge, bristling swine,a herd of a whole hundred, and a flockof goodly lambs, a hundred, who ran closebeside the mother-ewes: and all were givenin joyful feast to please the Heavenly Powers.Her palace showed a monarch's fair arrayall glittering and proud, and feasts were spreadwithin the ample court. Rich broiderieshung deep incarnadined with Tyrian skill;the board had massy silver, gold-embossed,where gleamed the mighty deeds of all her sires,a graven chronicle of peace and warprolonged, since first her ancient line began,from royal sire to son.
Obstipuit primo aspectu Sidonia Dido,casu deinde viri tanto, et sic ore locuta est:“Quis te, nate dea, per tanta pericula casus”“insequitur? Quae vis immanibus applicat oris?”“Tune ille Aeneas, quem Dardanio Anchisae”“alma Venus Phrygii genuit Simoentis ad undam?”“Atque equidem Teucrum memini Sidona venire”“finibus expulsum patriis, nova regna petentem”“auxilio Beli; genitor tum Belus opimam”“vastabat Cyprum, et victor dicione tenebat.”“Tempore iam ex illo casus mihi cognitus urbis”“Troianae nomenque tuum regesque Pelasgi.”“Ipse hostis Teucros insigni laude ferebat,”“seque ortum antiqua Teucrorum ab stirpe volebat.”“Quare agite, O tectis, iuvenes, succedite nostris.”“Me quoque per multos similis fortuna labores”“iactatam hac demum voluit consistere terra.”“Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco.”Sic memorat; simul Aenean in regia ducittecta, simul divom templis indicit honorem.Nec minus interea sociis ad litora mittitviginti tauros, magnorum horrentia centumterga suum, pinguis centum cum matribus agnos,munera laetitiamque dii.At domus interior regali splendida luxuinstruitur, mediisque parant convivia tectis:arte laboratae vestes ostroque superbo,ingens argentum mensis, caelataque in aurofortia facta patrum, series longissima rerumper tot ducta viros antiqua ab origine gentis.
Aeneas now(for love in his paternal heart spoke loudand gave no rest) bade swift Achates runto tell Ascanius all, and from the shipto guide him upward to the town,—for nowthe father's whole heart for Ascanius yearned.And gifts he bade them bring, which had been savedin Ilium's fall: a richly broidered cloakheavy with golden emblems; and a veilby leaves of saffron lilies bordered round,which Argive Helen o'er her beauty threw,her mother Leda's gift most wonderful,and which to Troy she bore, when flying farin lawless wedlock from Mycenae's towers;a sceptre, too, once fair Ilione's,eldest of Priam's daughters; and round pearlsstrung in a necklace, and a double crownof jewels set in gold. These gifts to find,Achates to the tall ships sped away.
Aeneas (neque enim patrius consistere mentempassus amor) rapidum ad navis praemittit Achaten,Ascanio ferat haec, ipsumque ad moenia ducat;omnis in Ascanio cari stat cura parentis.Munera praeterea, Iliacis erepta ruinis,ferre iubet, pallam signis auroque rigentem,et circumtextum croceo velamen acantho,ornatus Argivae Helenae, quos illa Mycenis,Pergama cum peteret inconcessosque hymenaeos,extulerat, matris Ledae mirabile donum:praeterea sceptrum, Ilione quod gesserat olim,maxima natarum Priami, colloque monilebacatum, et duplicem gemmis auroque coronam.Haec celerans ita ad naves tendebat Achates.
But Cytherea in her heart revolvednew wiles, new schemes: how Cupid should transformhis countenance, and, coming in the guiseof sweet Ascanius, still more inflamethe amorous Queen with gifts, and deeply fusethrough all her yielding frame his fatal fire.Sooth, Venus feared the many-languaged guilewhich Tyrians use; fierce Juno's hate she feared,and falling night renewed her sleepless care.Therefore to Love, the light-winged god, she said:“Sweet son, of whom my sovereignty and poweralone are given! O son, whose smile may scornthe shafts of Jove whereby the Titans fell,to thee I fly, and humbly here implorethy help divine. Behold, from land to landAeneas, thine own brother, voyages onstorm-driven, by Juno's causeless enmity.Thou knowest it well, and oft hast sighed to seemy sighs and tears. Dido the Tyrian nowdetains him with soft speeches; and I fearsuch courtesy from Juno means us ill;she is not one who, when the hour is ripe,bids action pause. I therefore now intendthe Tyrian Queen to snare, and siege her breastwith our invading fire, before some godshall change her mood. But let her bosom burnwith love of my Aeneas not less than mine.This thou canst bring to pass. I pray thee hearthe plan I counsel. At his father's callAscanius, heir of kings, makes haste to climbto yon Sidonian citadel; my graceprotects him, and he bears gifts which were savedfrom hazard of the sea and burning Troy.Him lapped in slumber on Cythera's hill,or in Idalia's deep and hallowing shade,myself will hide, lest haply he should learnour stratagem, and burst in, foiling all.Wear thou his shape for one brief night thyself,and let thy boyhood feign another boy'sfamiliar countenance; when Dido there,beside the royal feast and flowing wine,all smiles and joy, shall clasp thee to her breastwhile she caresses thee, and her sweet lipstouch close with thine, then let thy secret firebreathe o'er her heart, to poison and betray.”The love-god to his mother's dear behestgave prompt assent. He put his pinions byand tripped it like Iulus, light of heart.But Venus o'er Ascanius' body poureda perfect sleep, and, to her heavenly breastenfolding him, far, far away upboreto fair Idalia's grove, where fragrant budsof softly-petalled marjoram embowerin pleasurable shade.
At Cytherea novas artes, nova pectore versatConsilia, ut faciem mutatus et ora Cupidopro dulci Ascanio veniat, donisque furentemincendat reginam, atque ossibus implicet ignem;quippe domum timet ambiguam Tyriosque bilinguis;urit atrox Iuno, et sub noctem cura recursat.Ergo his aligerum dictis adfatur Amorem:“Nate, meae vires, mea magna potentia solus,”“nate, patris summi qui tela Typhoia temnis,”“ad te confugio et supplex tua numina posco.”“Frater ut Aeneas pelago tuus omnia circum”“litora iactetur odiis Iunonis iniquae,”“nota tibi, et nostro doluisti saepe dolore.”“Hunc Phoenissa tenet Dido blandisque moratur”“vocibus; et vereor, quo se Iunonia vertant”“hospitia; haud tanto cessabit cardine rerum.”“Quocirca capere ante dolis et cingere flamma”“reginam meditor, ne quo se numine mutet,”“sed magno Aeneae mecum teneatur amore.”“Qua facere id possis, nostram nunc accipe mentem.”“Regius accitu cari genitoris ad urbem”“Sidoniam puer ire parat, mea maxima cura,”“dona ferens, pelago et flammis restantia Troiae:”“hunc ego sopitum somno super alta Cythera”“aut super Idalium sacrata sede recondam,”“ne qua scire dolos mediusve occurrere possit.”“Tu faciem illius noctem non amplius unam”“falle dolo, et notos pueri puer indue voltus,”“ut, cum te gremio accipiet laetissima Dido”“regalis inter mensas laticemque Lyaeum,”“cum dabit amplexus atque oscula dulcia figet,”“occultum inspires ignem fallasque veneno.”Paret Amor dictis carae genetricis, et alasexuit, et gressu gaudens incedit Iuli.At Venus Ascanio placidam per membra quieteminrigat, et fotum gremio dea tollit in altosIdaliae lucos, ubi mollis amaracus illumfloribus et dulci adspirans complectitur umbra.
Cupid straightwayobeyed his mother's word and bore the gifts,each worthy of a king, as offeringsto greet the Tyrian throne; and as he wenthe clasped Achates' friendly hand, and smiled.Father Aeneas now, and all his bandof Trojan chivalry, at social feast,on lofty purple-pillowed couches lie;deft slaves fresh water on their fingers pour,and from reed-woven basketry renewthe plenteous bread, or bring smooth naperyof softest weave; fifty handmaidens serve,whose task it is to range in order fairthe varied banquet, or at altars brightthrow balm and incense on the sacred fires.A hundred more serve with an equal bandof beauteous pages, whose obedient skillpiles high the generous board and fills the bowl.The Tyrians also to the festal hallcome thronging, and receive their honor due,each on his painted couch; with wondering eyesAeneas' gifts they view, and wondering more,mark young Iulus' radiant brows divine,his guileful words, the golden pall he bears,and broidered veil with saffron lilies bound.The Tyrian Queen ill-starred, already doomedto her approaching woe, scanned ardently,with kindling cheek and never-sated eyes,the precious gifts and wonder-gifted boy.He round Aeneas' neck his arms entwined,fed the deep yearning of his seeming sire,then sought the Queen's embrace; her eyes, her soulclave to him as she strained him to her breast.For Dido knew not in that fateful hourhow great a god betrayed her. He began,remembering his mother (she who borethe lovely Acidalian Graces three),to make the dear name of Sichaeus fade,and with new life, new love, to re-possessher Iong-since slumbering bosom's Iost desire.
Iamque ibat dicto parens et dona Cupidoregia portabat Tyriis, duce laetus Achate.Cum venit, aulaeis iam se regina superbisaurea composuit sponda mediamque locavit.Iam pater Aeneas et iam Troiana iuventusconveniunt, stratoque super discumbitur ostro.Dant famuli manibus lymphas, Cereremque canistrisexpediunt, tonsisque ferunt mantelia villis.Quinquaginta intus famulae, quibus ordine longamcura penum struere, et flammis adolere Penatis;centum aliae totidemque pares aetate ministri,qui dapibus mensas onerent et pocula ponant.Nec non et Tyrii per limina laeta frequentesconvenere, toris iussi discumbere pictis.Mirantur dona Aeneae, mirantur Iulumflagrantisque dei voltus simulataque verba,[pallamque et pictum croceo velamen acantho.]Praecipue infelix, pesti devota futurae,expleri mentem nequit ardescitque tuendoPhoenissa, et pariter puero donisque movetur.Ille ubi complexu Aeneae colloque pependitet magnum falsi implevit genitoris amorem,reginam petit haec oculis, haec pectore totohaeret et interdum gremio fovet, inscia Dido,insidat quantus miserae deus; at memor illematris Acidaliae paulatim abolere Sychaeumincipit, et vivo temptat praevertere amoreiam pridem resides animos desuetaque corda.
When the main feast is over, they replacethe banquet with huge bowls, and crown the winewith ivy-leaf and rose. Loud rings the roofwith echoing voices; from the gilded vaultfar-blazing cressets swing, or torches brightdrive the dark night away. The Queen herselfcalled for her golden chalice studded roundwith jewels, and o'er-brimming it with wineas Belus and his proud successors use,commanded silence, and this utterance made:“Great Jove, of whom are hospitable lawsfor stranger-guest, may this auspicious daybless both our Tyrians and the wanderersfrom Trojan shore. May our posteritykeep this remembrance! Let kind Juno smile,and Bacchus, Iord of mirth, attend us here!And, O ye Tyrians, come one and all,and with well-omened words our welcome share!”So saying, she outpoured the sacred dropdue to the gods, and lightly from the rimsipped the first taste, then unto Bitias gavewith urgent cheer; he seized it, nothing loth,quaffed deep and long the foaming, golden bowl,then passed to others. On a gilded Iyrethe flowing-haired Iopas woke a songtaught him by famous Atlas: of the moonhe sang, the wanderer, and what the sun'svast labors be; then would his music tellwhence man and beast were born, and whence were bredclouds, lightnings, and Arcturus' stormful sign,the Hyades, rain-stars, and nigh the Polethe great and lesser Wain; for well he knewwhy colder suns make haste to quench their orbin ocean-stream, and wintry nights be slow.Loudly the Tyrians their minstrel praised,and Troy gave prompt applause. Dido the whilewith varying talk prolonged the fateful night,and drank both long and deep of love and wine.Now many a tale of Priam would she crave,of Hector many; or what radiant armsAurora's son did wear; what were those steedsof Diomed, or what the stature seemedof great Achilles. “Come, illustrious guest,begin the tale,” she said, “begin and tellthe perfidy of Greece, thy people's fall,and all thy wanderings. For now,—Ah, me!Seven times the summer's burning stars have seenthee wandering far o'er alien lands and seas.”
Postquam prima quies epulis, mensaeque remotae,crateras magnos statuunt et vina coronant.Fit strepitus tectis, vocemque per ampla volutantatria; dependent lychni laquearibus aureisincensi, et noctem flammis funalia vincunt.Hic regina gravem gemmis auroque poposcitimplevitque mero pateram, quam Belus et omnesa Belo soliti; tum facta silentia tectis:“Iuppiter, hospitibus nam te dare iura loquuntur,”“hunc laetum Tyriisque diem Troiaque profectis”“esse velis, nostrosque huius meminisse minores.”“Adsit laetitiae Bacchus dator, et bona Iuno;”“et vos, O, coetum, Tyrii, celebrate faventes.”Dixit, et in mensam laticum libavit honorem,primaque, libato, summo tenus attigit ore,tum Bitiae dedit increpitans; ille impiger hausitspumantem pateram, et pleno se proluit auropost alii proceres. Cithara crinitus Iopaspersonat aurata, docuit quem maximus Atlas.Hic canit errantem lunam solisque labores;unde hominum genus et pecudes; unde imber et ignes;Arcturum pluviasque Hyadas geminosque Triones;quid tantum Oceano properent se tinguere soleshiberni, vel quae tardis mora noctibus obstet.Ingeminant plausu Tyrii, Troesque sequuntur.Nec non et vario noctem sermone trahebatinfelix Dido, longumque bibebat amorem,multa super Priamo rogitans, super Hectore multa;nunc quibus Aurorae venisset filius armis,nunc quales Diomedis equi, nunc quantus Achilles.“Immo age, et a prima dic, hospes, origine nobis”“insidias”, inquit, “Danaum, casusque tuorum,”“erroresque tuos; nam te iam septima portat”“omnibus errantem terris et fluctibus aestas.”