I, sequere Italiam ventis, pete regna per undas.
Spero equidem mediis, si quid pia numina possunt,
supplicia hausurum scopulis, et nomine Dido
saepe vocaturum. Sequar atris ignibus absens,
et, cum frigida mors anima seduxerit artus,
omnibus umbra locis adero. Dabis, improbe, poenas.
Audiam et haec Manis veniet mihi fama sub imos.'
His medium dictis sermonem abrumpit, et auras
aegra fugit, seque ex oculis avertit et aufert,
linquens multa metu cunctantem et multa parantem
dicere. Suscipiunt famulae, conlapsaque membra
marmoreo referunt thalamo stratisque reponunt.
At pius Aeneas, quamquam lenire dolentem
solando cupit et dictis avertere curas,
multa gemens magnoque animum labefactus amore,
iussa tamen divom exsequitur, classemque revisit.

Go, make for Italy on the winds, seek a kingdom through the waves
I hope that you will drain a bitter cup midway on the rocks
if divine order can make it so, and that you will often call Dido by name
I will follow, though absent, with black fires
And when cold death will have led my spirit from my body
I will be present in all places like a shade. You shameless man, will pay the punishment
I will hear and news of this will reach me in the depths below"
With these words she stops mid-speech, and flees the light in anguish
She turns and removes herself from sight
Leaving him frightened, hesitant and preparing many phrases
The servents support her, they carry off her swooning limbs
to her marble chamber and put her on the bed
But dutiful Aeneas, although he wants to console the one in pain
by consoling and to turn aside her sorrow with words,
much groaning shaken to his heart by his great love
nevertheless he follows the orders of the gods, he returns to the fleet