Which, when the mighty deep thou hast o’ercome,
Thou shalt at length in lasting empire set.
He makes as if to give the sacred images to Æneas, and vanishes.
A confused sound of distant shouting and clashing of arms fills the room. Æneas leaps from his couch, now fully awake, and stands with strained and attentive ears. The truth dawns upon him as the sounds grow clearer, and as he can see from his window the red flames of burning Troy. He snatches up his arms and is rushing from the room when Panthus hurries in bearing sacred images in his hands and leading his little grandson.
Æneas (322):
My friend, where lies the battle’s central point?
What stronghold do we keep against the foe?
Panthus (324-335):
The last, the fated day of Troy is come.
The mighty glory of the Trojan state