gave leave, receive this my soul, and release me from these
my sorrows. I have lived my life—the course assigned
me by Fortune is run, and now the august phantom of
Dido shall pass underground. I have built a splendid
city. I have seen my walls completed. In vengeance for
a husband, I have punished a brother that hated me—blest,
ah! blest beyond human bliss, if only Dardan ships
had never touched coast of ours!” She spoke—and kissing 5
the couch: “Is it to be death without revenge? But
be it death,” she cries—“this, this is the road by which