The truth and conscious virtue aught avail. But thee—
What blessed age, what mighty parents gave thee birth?
Whate’er my fate, while to the sea the rivers flow,
While o’er the mountains’ rounded sides the shadows drift,
While on the plains of heav’n the stars shall feed, so long
Thine honor and thy name and praises shall abide.
The queen is silent with amazement, while Æneas greets his friends amid general rejoicing.
Dido, recovering from her astonishment (615-630):
What fate, thou son of heav’n, decrees these perils vast?
And what the power that drives thee on our savage shores?