The storm. Enter Aeneas and Dido in the cave
at several times.

DIDO. Aeneas!
DIDO. Tell me, dear love, how found you out this cave?
AENEAS. By chance, sweet queen, as Mars and Venus met.
DIDO. Why, that was in a net, where we are loose.
And yet I am not free. Oh, would I were!
AENEAS. Why, what is it that Dido may desire
And not obtain, be it in human power?
DIDO. The thing that I will die before I ask,
And yet desire to have before I die.
AENEAS. It is not aught Aeneas may achieve?
DIDO. Aeneas? No, although his eyes do pierce.
AENEAS. What, hath Iarbas angered her in aught,
And will she be avenged on his life?
DIDO. Not angered me, except in angering thee.
AENEAS. Who, then, of all so cruel may he be
That should detain thy eye in his defects?
DIDO. The man that I do eye where'er I am,
Whose amorous face, like Paean, sparkles fire,
Whenas he butts his beams on Flora's bed.
Prometheus hath put on Cupid's shape,
And I must perish in his burning arms.
Aeneas, O Aeneas, quench these flames.
AENEAS. What ails my queen? Is she fall'n sick of late?
DIDO. Not sick, my love; but sick I must conceal
The torment that it boots me not reveal.
And yet I'll speak. And yet I'll hold my peace.
Do shame her worst, I will disclose my grief.
Aeneas, thou art he. What did I say?
Something it was that now I have forgot.
AENEAS. What means fair Dido by this doubtful speech?
DIDO. Nay, nothing. But Aeneas loves me not.
AENEAS. Aeneas' thoughts dare not ascend so high
As Dido's heart, which monarchs might not scale.
DIDO. It was because I saw no king like thee,
Whose golden crown might balance my content.
But now that I have found what to affect,
I follow one that loveth fame 'fore me,
And rather had seem fair to Sirens' eyes
Than to the Carthage queen that dies for him.
AENEAS. If that your majesty can look so low
As my despised worths that shun all praise,
With this my hand I give to you my heart
And vow by all the gods of hospitality,
By heaven and earth, and my fair brother's bow,
By Paphos, Capys, and the purple sea
From whence my radiant mother did descend,
And by this sword that saved me from the Greeks,
Never to leave these new-upreared walls,
While Dido lives and rules in Juno's town,
Never to like or love any but her.
DIDO. What more than Delian music do I hear,
That calls my soul from forth his living seat
To move unto the measures of delight!
Kind clouds that sent forth such a courteous storm
As made disdain to fly to fancy's lap!
Stout love, in mine arms make thy Italy,
Whose crown and kingdom rests at thy command.
Sichaeus, not Aeneas be thou called.
The King of Carthage, not Anchises' son.
Hold. Take these jewels at thy lover's hand,
These golden bracelets, and this wedding ring
Wherewith my husband wooed me, yet a maid,
And be thou king of Libya by my gift.

Exeunt, to the cave.


Enter Achates, Cupid (as Ascanius), Iarbas, and Anna.

ACHATES. Did ever men see such a sudden storm,
Or day so clear so suddenly o'ercast?
IARBUS. I think some fell enchantress dwelleth here,
That can call them forth whenas she please
And dive into black tempest's treasury
Whenas she means to mask the world with clouds.
ANNA. In all my life I never knew the like.
It hailed; it snowed; it lightninged all at once.
ACHATES. I think it was the devil's revelling night.
There was such hurly-burly in the heavens.
Doubtless Apollo's axle-tree is cracked,
Or aged Atlas' shoulder out of joint,
The motion was so over-violent.

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