For having utterly destroyed this wretch,
And on her head inflicted vengeance dire.
It will be sweet to feed my passion’s flame,
And satisfy the ashes of my friends.
He is rushing into the shrine with drawn sword when suddenly Venus appears before him.
Venus (594-620):
What grief inflames thee to this boundless wrath?
What madness this, my son? And whither, pray,
Has fled thy care for us? Bethink thee, first,
Where thou hast left thy father, spent with age;