Or shall I rather follow haughty Ilium’s fleet,
Submissive to their every will?—Because in sooth,
‘T is sweet to be delivered, and my former aid
Still dwells within their faithful memory? But who,
Though I should wish it, would permit me, or receive
The hated Dido in their haughty ships? Ah, poor,
Deluded one, dost thou not know, dost thou not still
Perceive the frailty of a Trojan oath? What then?
Shall I forsake my kingdom and accompany
The joyful sailors, or with all my Tyrian bands