To hold our way, with joy we may that selfsame land
And Latium’s borders seek. But if in vain our hope,
And if, loved father of the Teucri, thou art held
By Libya’s billows and no more we may upon
Iulus rest our hopes, then let us seek the land
And homes reserved for us, whence, setting sail, we came
To these thy hostile shores, and make Acestes king.
Shouts of applause from the Trojans.
Dido, with modest bearing (562-578):
Let not a fear disturb your souls, O Teucrians;