Dido | ||
SCENE I.
A sea-port: ships ready for the embarkation of Æneas.Æneas, Trojans.
Æn.
Unconquer'd friends, with me inur'd to bear
The rage of seas and skies, resume once more
Your wonted ardour. Lo! the destin'd hour
To stretch our sails, and plough the faithless waves.
Haste, brave companions, let the winds and storms
Invade the Trojan fleet. Our future perils
Shall raise our name to glory: think, the time,
The happy time will come to number o'er
In glad remembrance all our labours past.
Dido | ||