A woman wandered to my land. She paid to build a paltry town. I gave her shores to till and local laws. She scorned my marriage offer and took Aeneas in her kingdom as her lord. And now! That Paris, with his retinue of half-men,* a Lydian scarf tied on his oily hair, enjoys what he stole,
Dido is no less a migrant, wanderer and refugee than Aeneas.
In a way they truly belong together.
Interesting how Virgil characterizes both Rome and Carthage as having distant roots -- and both in the Near East.
