Scarce now at Carthage had he stayed his feet, Among the huts AEneas he espied, Planning new towers and many a stately street.
A sword-hilt, starred with jasper, graced his side, A scarf, gold-broidered by the queen, and dyed With Tyrian hues, was o'er his shoulders thrown.
"What, thou--wilt thou build Carthage ?" Hermes cried, "And stay to beautify thy lady's town, And dote on Tyrian realms, and disregard thine own?
XXXV.

"Himself, the Sire, who rules the earth and skies, Sends me from heaven his mandate to proclaim.
What scheme is thine?
what hope allures thine eyes, To loiter thus in Libya?
If such fame Nowise can move thee, nor thy soul inflame, If loth to labour for thine own renown, Think of thy young Ascanius; see with shame His rising promise, scarce to manhood grown, Hope of the Roman race, and heir of Latium's throne." XXXVI.

He spake and, speaking, vanished into air.
Dumb stood AEneas, by the sight unmann'd: Fear stifled speech and stiffened all his hair.
Fain would he fly, and quit the tempting land, Surprised and startled by the god's command.
Ah! what to do?
what opening can he find To break the news, the infuriate Queen withstand?
This way and that dividing his swift mind, All means in turns he tries, and wavers like the wind.
XXXVII.

This plan prevails; he bids a chosen few Collect the crews in silence, arm the fleet And hide the purport of these counsels new, Himself, since Dido dreams not of deceit, Nor thinks such passion can be frail or fleet, Some avenue of access will essay, Some tender moment for soft speeches meet, And wit shall find, and cunning smooth the way.
With joy the captains hear, and hasten to obey.
XXXVIII.

But Dido--who can cheat a lover's care?
Could guess the fraud, the coming change descry, And in the midst of safety feared a snare.
Now wicked Fame hath bid the rumour fly Of mustering crews.