tacito nox atra sopore cuncta per et terras et lati stagna profundi condiderat, tristi cum Dido aegerrima vultu has visa in somnis germanae effundere voces: his, soror, in tectis longae indulgere quieti, heu nimium secura, potes? nec, quae tibi fraudes tendantur, quae circumstent discrimina, cernis? ac nondum nostro infaustos generique soloque Laomedonteae noscis telluris alumnos? dum caelum rapida stellas vertigine volvet, lunaque fraterno lustrabit lumine terras, pax nulla Aeneadas inter Tyriosque manebit.
When black night had wrapped all things in silent sleep, over all the earth and the still expanse of sea, she dreamed that her sister, Dido, with a face of sorrow and utmost grief, spoke to her thus: Sister, too heedless sister, how can you bear to sleep long under this roof? Are you blind to the snares laid for you and the dangers that surround you? Do you not yet understand that the people of Laomedona bring doom upon our nation and our land? As long as the sky makes the stars revolve with rapid course, and the moon lights up the earth with her brothers radiance, no lasting peace shall there be between the Aeneadae and the men of Tyre.
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