SPIRIT:
Stay, prince, and hear great Joves command:
he summons thee this night away.
ÆNEAS:
To night?
SPIRIT:
To night?To night thou must forsake this land,
the angry God will brook no longer stay.
Joves commands thee, wast no more
in loves delights those precious hours,
allowed by the almighty powers
to gain th’ Hesperian shore
and ruined Troy restore.
ÆNEAS
Joves commands shall be obey’d,
to night our anchors shall be weighed.
But ah! what language can I try
my injured queen to pacify?
No sooner she resignes her heart,
but from her armes I’m forc’t to part.
How can so hard a fate be took?
One night enjoy’d, the next forsook.
Your be the blame, ye Gods, for I
obey your will, but with more ease cou’d dye.