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$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Your Trojan with my Tyrian let us join,
So Dido shall be yours, Æneas mine:
One common Kingdom, one united Line. 145
Eliza shall a Dardan Lord obey,
And lofty Carthage for a Dow'r convey.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Then Venus, who her hidden Fraud descry'd,
(Which wou'd the Scepter of the World misguide
To Lybian Shores,) thus artfully reply'd: 150
Who but a Fool, wou'd Wars with Juno chuse,
And such Alliance, and such Gifts refuse?
If Fortune with our joint Desires comply:
The Doubt is all from Jove, and Destiny.
Lest he forbid, with absolute Command, 155
To mix the People in one common Land.
Or will the Trojan, and the Tyrian Line,
In lasting Leagues, and sure Succession join?
But you, the Partner of his Bed and Throne,
May move his Mind; my Wishes are your own. 160
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Mine, said Imperial Juno, be the Care;
Time urges, now, to perfect this Affair:
Attend my Counsel, and the Secret share.
When next the Sun his rising Light displays,
And guilds the World below, with Purple Rays; 165
The Queen, Æneas, and the Tyrian Court,
Shall to the shady Woods, for Silvan Game, resort.
There, while the Huntsmen pitch their Toils around,
And cheerful Horns, from Side to Side, resound;