Behold, my friends,
To you my son and sire and household gods
Do I commend, while I reseek the streets
And ruined dwellings of our fallen Troy,
If haply I may find her once again.
He puts on his full armor, and rushes back through the dark gate into the city.
Scene 4
A deserted street in Troy, lit up fitfully by smoldering fires. Æneas enters, peering through the gloom on all sides, and calling loudly upon the name of his wife. Suddenly a shadowy form appears before him.
The Ghost of Creüsa (776-789):
What boots it to indulge this storm of grief,