Æneas, overcome by these revelations, and resigned to fate, retires.
ACT III
Act III. Scene 1
The atrium in the palace of Æneas. The aged Anchises lies prone upon the couch. Creüsa, Ascanius, and other members of the household are huddled together in the same room, listening in awestruck silence to the confused sounds of battle without. The room is lit by the red glare of burning buildings. Enter Æneas, breathless with his haste.
Æneas, going up to his father and attempting to lift him in his arms (635, 636):
O father, all is lost; come, flee with me,
While still the fates and angry gods allow;
Come, let me bear thee on my shoulders broad
Unto the shelter of Mount Ida’s slopes.
Anchises, resisting (637-649):