the gods, sent down by Jove himself, bears his grim bidding 30
through the air! Aye, of course, that is the employment
of the powers above, those the cares that break their
repose! I retain not your person, nor refute your talk.
Go, chase Italy with the winds at your back; look for
realms with the whole sea between you. I have hope that 35
on the rocks midway, if the gods are as powerful as they
are good, you will drain the cup of punishment, with Dido’s
name ever on your lips. I will follow you with murky
fires when I am far away: and when cold death shall have