force which compels me now to pass through this realm
of shade, this wilderness of squalor and abysmal night;
it was that which drove me by its uttered will: nor could
I have thought that my departure would bring on you 10
such violence of grief. Stay your step, and withdraw not
from the look I bend on you. Whom would you shun?
the last word which fate suffers me to address you is this.”
With words like these, Æneas kept soothing the soul that
blazed forth through those scowling eyes, and moving 15
himself to tears. She stood with averted head and eyes