Chapter 10

Rais’d in his mind the Trojan hero stood, And long’d to break from out his ambient cloud: Achates found it, and thus urg’d his way: “From whence, O goddess-born, this long delay? What more can you desire, your welcome sure, Your fleet in safety, and your friends secure? One only wants; and him we saw in vain Oppose the Storm, and swallow’d in the main. Orontes in his fate our forfeit paid; The rest agrees with what your mother said.” Scarce had he spoken, …