Z 626 Dido and Aeneas I, 4. Whence could so much virtue spring? [Neapolitan translation]

DIDO:Whence could so much virtue spring?

What storms, what battles did he sing?

Anchises' valour mix'd with Venus' charms,

How soft in peace, and yet how fierce in arms!

BELINDA: A tale so strong and full of wo

Might melt the rocks, as well as you.

What stubborn heart unmov'd could see

Such distress, such piety?

DIDO: Mine with storms of care oppress'd

Is taught to pity the distress'd;

Mean wretches grief can touch,

So soft, so sensible my breast,

but ah! I fear I pity his too much.