That is my imprecation. Let them fight, they, and their sons' sons, for ever.]
Live, false Aeneas! Truest Dido dies!
Sic, sic juvat ire sub umbras.
[Yes, yes; it pleases me to go into the dark.]
Throws herself into the flames. Enter Anna.
ANNA. O, help, Iarbas! Dido in these flames
Hath burnt herself. Ay me, unhappy me!
Enter Iarbus, running
IARBUS. Cursed Iarbas, die to expiate
The grief that tires upon thine inward soul.
Dido, I come to thee. Ay me, Aeneas!
Kills himself
ANNA. What can my tears or cries prevail me now?
Dido is dead, Iarbas slain. Iarbas, my dear love!
O sweet Iarbas, Anna's sole delight.
To see my sweet Iarbas slay himself?
But Anna now shall honour thee in death
And mix her blood with thine. This shall I do,
That gods and men may pity this my death
And rue our ends, senseless of life or breath.
Now, sweet Iarbas, stay! I come to thee! .
Kills herself
FINIS