And driven far away. O joy! Come, let us go
And grasp their hands in greeting.
Æneas, aside (515-521):
Nay, not so, for still
Our fortune in the balance hangs. Here let us see
What fate befalls our friends, where they have left their fleet,
And why they hither come. For chosen messengers
In suppliant aspect do they seek this sacred fane,
While round them rage the mob.—But see, Ilioneus speaks.
Dido has arisen and with a gesture bids the soldiers stand aside. She sends a page to lead Ilioneus to her throne. Ilioneus kneels before her; she extends the scepter, which he touches.