But Dido, wildered and maddened by her enormous
resolve, rolling her bloodshot eye, her quivering cheeks
stained with fiery streaks, and pale with the shadow of
death, bursts the door of the inner palace, and frantically
climbs the tall pile, and unsheathes the Dardan sword, a 30
gift procured for a far different end. Then, after surveying
the Trojan garments and the bed, too well known,
and pausing awhile to weep and think, she pressed her
bosom to the couch, and uttered her last words:
“Relics, once darlings of mine, while Fate and Heaven 35