Thou and thy boy, a lasting name, if by the guile
Of two divinities one woman is o’ercome!
Nor have I failed of late to see the jealous fear
In which thou holdest these our Carthaginian walls.
But come, in such a strife what motive can we have?
Nay, rather shall we not a lasting peace secure
By Hymen’s bonds? Behold, thou hast what thou hast sought
With all thy soul: fair Dido burns with ardent love,
And feels its thrill of passion dominate her heart.
Then let us rule this people, thou and I, on terms