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(Elle voit un groupe de Troyens sourire en la regardant.)<br />
Et ma beauté de reine<br />
Aux rires insolents de ces ingrats Troyens! …<br />
Aeneas<br />
Didon!<br />
Dido<br />
Sans qu’à l’aspect d’une telle misère<br />
La pitié d’une larme humecte sa paupière!<br />
Tu pars? Non ! ce n’est pas Vénus qui t’enfanta,<br />
Quelque louve hideuse aux forêts t’allaita!<br />
Aeneas<br />
Ô Reine, quand à vous se dévoua mon âme,<br />
Elle subit la loi d’un immortel amour,<br />
Et jusqu’au dernier jour<br />
Mon cœur vivra de cette flamme …<br />
Dido<br />
Tais-toi! rien ne t’arrête;<br />
La mort qui plane sur ma tête,<br />
Ma honte, mon amour, notre hymen commencé,<br />
Mon nom du livre d’or dès ce jour effacé!<br />
Encor, si de ta foi, j’avais un tendre gage,<br />
Oui, si d’un fils d’Énée<br />
Le fier et doux visage<br />
Me rappelant tes traits, souriait sur mon sein,<br />
Je serais moins abandonnée.<br />
Aeneas<br />
Je vous aime, Didon – grâce! l’ordre divin<br />
Pouvait seul emporter la cruelle victoire.<br />
(On entend la fanfare de la Marche Troyenne.)<br />
Dido<br />
A ce chant de triomphe où rayonne ta gloire,<br />
Je te vois tressaillir!<br />
Tu pars?<br />
Aeneas<br />
Je dois partir …<br />
Dido<br />
Tu pars?<br />
(She sees a group of Trojans looking at her with smiles.)<br />
And my queenly beauty<br />
To the sneers of these ungrateful Trojans.<br />
Dido!<br />
And no tears of pity moisten his eye<br />
At the sight of such misery.<br />
You are going? No, it was not Venus who bore you –<br />
Some hideous she-wolf in the forest gave you suck.<br />
O Queen, when my soul first gave itself to you,<br />
It was bound by the law of an undying love,<br />
And till the end of time<br />
This flame will live in my heart …<br />
Silence! Nothing can stop you –<br />
Not Death hovering over me,<br />
My shame, my love, our wedded life begun.<br />
My name wiped from this day from the book of honour!<br />
Yet had I a tender pledge of your trust,<br />
Yes, had I, cradled in my arms,<br />
Aeneas’ son, his proud, sweet face<br />
Smiling at me, to remind me of you,<br />
I would be less forsaken.<br />
I love you, Dido – Pardon! Only the divine command<br />
Could so cruelly compel me.<br />
(The fanfare of the Trojan March rings out.)<br />
At the sound of this triumphal song proclaiming your glory<br />
I see you quiver!<br />
You are going?<br />
I must go …<br />
You are going?<br />
14 The Trojans – Texts
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