1 Aeneas and the Trojan train together hurry to the spot.
2 Dido and the Trojan captain take refuge in the same cavern.
3 No more are we a Trojan people; Ilium and the great glory of the Teucrians is no more.
4 In Sicilian territory too is tilth and town, and famed Acestes himself of Trojan blood.
5 Scattered swimmers appear in the vast eddy, armour of men, timbers and Trojan treasure amid the water.
6 From that time forth have I known the fall of the Trojan city, known thy name and the Pelasgian princes.
7 Trojan Acestes, rejoicing in his kingdom, appoints a court and gathers his senators to give them statutes.
8 Their company will scatter for shelter in the dim darkness; Dido and the Trojan captain shall take refuge in the same cavern.
9 But far withdrawn by the solitary verge of the sea the Trojan women wept their lost Anchises, and as they wept gazed all together on the fathomless flood.
10 Lo too, driving the Trojan matrons into guilt, she hath foully burned their ships, and forced them, their fleet lost, to leave the crews to an unknown land.
11 The Albans taught it their children; on from them mighty Rome received it and kept the ancestral observance; and now it is called Troy, and the boys the Trojan troop.
12 For he saw, how warring round the Trojan citadel here the Greeks fled, the men of Troy hard on their rear; here the Phrygians, plumed Achilles in his chariot pressing their flight.
13 He next him is Procas, glory of the Trojan race; and Capys and Numitor; and he who shall renew thy name, Silvius Aeneas, eminent alike in goodness or in arms, if ever he shall receive his kingdom in Alba.
14 Him a Trojan mother conceived and bore to Crimisus river; not forgetful of his parentage, he wishes them joy of their return, and gladly entertains them on his rustic treasure and comforts their weariness with his friendly store.
15 Not far away he knows the snowy canvas of Rhesus' tents, which, betrayed in their first sleep, the blood-stained son of Tydeus laid desolate in heaped slaughter, and turns the ruddy steeds away to the camp ere ever they tasted Trojan fodder or drunk of Xanthus.
16 Did fate allow me to guide my life by mine own government, and calm my sorrows as I would, my first duty were to the Trojan city and the dear remnant of my kindred; the high house of Priam should abide, and my hand had set up Troy towers anew for a conquered people.
17 She then exultingly filled the countries with manifold talk, and blazoned alike what was done and undone: one Aeneas is come, born of Trojan blood; on him beautiful Dido thinks no shame to fling herself; now they hold their winter, long-drawn through mutual caresses, regardless of their realms and enthralled by passionate dishonour.
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