husband Sichaeus, never again to unite with any one in the bond of
marriage, she might think of giving her hand to her noble guest.

Sister Anna knew that such a marriage would be a great advantage to
Carthage, which might need brave defenders like the Trojans, since
there were many warlike princes in that part of Africa, who might some
time attack the new city. And if the Trojan arms were joined to those
of Carthage, both would be strong enough to resist the most powerful
enemy, and the new kingdom would become great and flourishing. "Let us
therefore," said she, "pray to the gods for help and at the same time
endeavor by all means to detain our Trojan guests as long as possible
upon our shore."

The queen listened to her sister's advice with pleasure, more
especially as it was in accord with her own feelings. Her scruples
about a second marriage soon vanished, and so she continued to
entertain the Trojans and their chief with princely hospitality.

And now she leads the Trojan chief along
The lofty walls, amidst the busy throng;
Displays her Tyrian wealth, and rising town,
Which love, without his labor makes his own.
This pomp she shows, to tempt her wandering guest:
Her faltering tongue forbids to speak the rest.
When day declines and feasts renew the night,
Still on his face she feeds her famished sight;
She longs again to hear the prince relate
His own adventures, and the Trojan fate.
He tells it o'er and o'er; but still in vain;
For still she begs to hear it once again.