Iarbas, lead me captive home? O cruel fate!
If only ere thou fled’st some pledge had been conceived
Of thee, if round my halls some son of thine might sport,
To bear thy name and bring thine image back to me,
Then truly should I seem not utterly bereft.
Æneas, seemingly unmoved by her appeal (333-361):
I never shall gainsay, O Queen, that thy desert
Can equal all and more than all that thou canst claim;
And ever in the days to come ‘t will be my joy
Fair Dido to recall while memory serves me, while