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Arriv'd at home, he for whose only sake,
Or most for his, such Toils I undertake,
The good Anchises, whom, by timely Flight, 860
I purpos'd to secure on Ida's height,
Refus’d the Journey: Resolute to die,
And add his Fun’rals to the fate of Troy:
Rather than Exile and old Age sustain.
Go you, whose Blood runs warm in ev'ry Vein: 865
Had Heav'n decreed that I shou'd Life enjoy,
Heav'n had decreed to save unhappy Troy.
Tis sure enough, if not too much for one;
Twice to have seen our Ilium overthrown.
Make haste to save the poor remaining Crew; 870
And give this useless Corps a long Adieu.
These weak old Hands suffice to stop my Breath:
At least the pitying Foes will aid my Death,
To take my Spoils; and leave my Body bare:
As for my Sepulchre let Heav'n take Care. 875
Tis long since I, for my Cœlestial Wife,
Loath’d by the Gods, have drag'd a lingring Life:
Since ev'ry Hour and Moment I expire,
Blasted from Heav'n by Jove's avenging Fire.
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My self, my Wife, my Son, my Family,
Intreat, pray, beg, and raise a doleful Cry.
What, will he still persist, on Death resolve,
And in his Ruin all his House involve!