My cousin Helen taught it me in Troy.
DIDO. How lovely is Ascanius when he smiles.
CUPID. Will Dido let me hang about her neck?
DIDO. Ay, wag, and give thee leave to kiss her too.
CUPID. What will you give me now? I'll have this fan.
DIDO. Take it, Ascanius, for thy father's sake.
IARBUS. Come, Dido, leave Ascanius. Let us walk.
DIDO. Go thou away. Ascanius shall stay.
IARBUS. Ungentle queen, is this thy love to me?
DIDO. O stay, Iarbas, and I'll go with thee.
CUPID. And if my mother go, I'll follow her.
DIDO. Why stay'st thou here? Thou art no love of mine.
IARBUS. Iarbas die, seeing she abandons thee.
DIDO. No, live Iarbas. What hast thou deserved,
That I should say thou art no love of mine?
Something thou hast deserved. Away, I say!
Depart from Carthage. Come not in my sight.
IARBUS. Am I not king of rich Gaetulia?
DIDO. Iarbas, pardon me and stay a while.
CUPID. Mother, look here.
DIDO. What tell'st thou me of rich Gaetulia?
Am not I queen of Libya? Then depart.
IARBUS. I go to feed the humour of my love,
Yet not from Carthage for a thousand worlds.
DIDO. Iarbas!
IARBUS. Doth Dido call me back?
DIDO. No; but I charge thee never look on me.
IARBUS. Then pull out both mine eyes, or let me die.

Exit Iarbas.

ANNA. Wherefore doth Dido bid Iarbas go?
DIDO. Because his loathsome sight offends mine eye,
And in my thoughts is shrined another love.
O Anna, didst thou know how sweet love were,
Full soon wouldst thou abjure this single life.
ANNA. Poor soul, I know too well the sour of love.
O, that Iarbas could but fancy me!
DIDO. Is not Aeneas fair and beautiful?
ANNA. Yes, and Iarbas foul and favourless.
DIDO. Is he not eloquent in all his speech?
ANNA. Yes, and Iarbas rude and rustical.
DIDO. Name not Iarbas. But sweet Anna, say,
Is not Aeneas worthy Dido's love?
ANNA. O sister, were you empress of the world,
Aeneas 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 eyebeams 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 Aeneas, or I'll fly to him.

Exit Anna.

CUPID. 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 Aeneas beautiful!
But now, for quittance of this oversight,
I'll make me bracelets of his golden hair;
His glistering 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, Aeneas, Dido's treasury,
In whose fair bosom I will lock more wealth
Than twenty thousand Indias 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 Aeneas, Achates, Sergestus,
Ilioneus and Cloanthus.

Achates, how doth Carthage please your lord?
ACHATES. That will Aeneas show your majesty.
DIDO. Aeneas, art thou there?
AENEAS. I understand your highness sent for me.
DIDO. No, but now thou art here, tell me, in sooth
In what might Dido highly pleasure thee.
AENEAS. So much have I received at Dido's hands,
As, without blushing, I can ask no more.
Yet, Queen of Afric, are my ships unrigged,
My sails all rent in sunder with the wind,
My oars broken, and my tackling lost,
Yea, all my navy split with rocks and shelves;
Nor stern nor anchor have our maimed fleet;
Our masts the furious winds struck overboard;
Which piteous wants if Dido will supply,
We will account her author of our lives.

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