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Iar. Doth Dido call me back?
(Erit Iarbas. Anna. Wherefore doth Dido bid Jarbas go?
Dido. Because his loathsome sight offerds mine eye, And in my thoughts is shrind another Jove. O Anna! didst thou know how sweet love were, Full soon would'st thou abjure this single life. Anna. Poor soul! I know too well the power of
Dido. Is not Eneas fair and beautiful ?
Dido. Name not larbas; but, sweet Anna, say, Is not Æneas worthy Dido's love ?
ANNA. O sister! were you empress of the world, Æneas well deserves to be your love. So lovely is he, that, where'er he goes, The people swarm to gaze him in the face.
Dido. But tell them, none shall gaze on him but I, Lest their gross eye-beams taint my
lover's cheeks. Anna, good sister Anna, go for him, Lest with these sweet thoughts I melt clean away.
Anna. Then, sister, you'll abjure Iarbas' love?
Dido. Yet must I hear that loathsome name again? Run for Æneas, or I'll fly to him. [Exit Anna.
Cup. You shall not hurt my father when he comes.
Dido. No, for thy sake, I'll love thy father well. O dull-conceited Dido! that till now Didst never think Eneas beautiful! But now, for quittance of this oversight, I'll make me bracelets of his golden hair ; His glist'ring eyes shall be my looking-glass, His lips an altar, where I'll offer up As many kisses as the sea hath sands. Instead of music I will hear him speak, His looks shall be my only library, And thou, Æneas, Dido's treasury, 'In whose fair bosom I will lock more wealth Than twenty thousand Indians can afford. O here he comes : Love, love, give Dido leave To be more modest than her thoughts admit, Lest I be made a wonder to the world, Enter ÆNEAS, ACUATES, SERGESTUS, ILIONEUS,
Acha. That will Æneas shew your majesty.
Dido. No; but now thou art here, tell me in sooth In what might Dido highly pleasure thee.
Æn. So much have I receiv'd at Dido's hands,
Nor stern nor anchor have our maimed fleet;
Dido. Æneas, I'll repair thy Trojan ships,
Æn. Wherefore would Dido have Æneas stay?
Dido. To war against my bordering enemies.
See where the pictures of my suitors hang;
sack'd. Æn. I this in Greece, when Paris stole fair
Serg. I know this face; he is a Persian born:
Cloan. And I in Athens, with this gentleman, Unless I be deceiv'd, disputed once. Dido. But speak, Æneas; know you none of
these? Æn. No, madam ; but it seems that these are
kings. Dido. All these, and others which I never saw, Have been most urgent suitors for my love ; Some came in person, others sent their legates, Yet none obtain'd me: I am free from all; And yet, God knows, entangled unto one. This was an orator, and thought, by words, To compass me : but yet he was deceiv'd : And this a Spartan courtier, vain and wild; But his fantastic humours pleas'd not me: This was Alcion, a musician; But, play'd he ne'er so sweet, I let him go : This was the wealthy king of Thessaly; But I had gold enough, and cast him off: This, Meleager's son, a warlike prince; But weapons 'gree not with my tender years:
The rest are such as all the world well knows;
Æn. O happy shall he be whom Dido loves!
Dido. Then never say that thou art miserable: Because, it may be, thou shalt be my love: Yet boast not of it, for I love thee not, And yet I hate thee not. Oh, if I speak I shall betray myself: Æneas, speak; We two will go a hunting in the woods; But not so much for thee,-thou art but one,As for Achates, and his followers.