And bring the rightful sacrifices of the flock.
So let her come. And thou with pious fillets gird
Thy temples; for to Stygian Jove my mind is fixed
To carry on the magic sacrifice begun,
And end my cares, and to devouring flames consign
The relics of that cursed son of Dardanus.
Barce totters away to do her bidding. Dido takes Æneas’ mantle and sword from the wall, and unsheathes the sword.
(651-662):
Sweet pledges of my lord, while fate and god allowed,
Accept this soul of mine, and free me from my cares.