et a maide,
And be thou king of _Libia_, by my guift.

_Exeunt to the Caue._

Actus 4. Scena 1.

_Enter Achates, Ascanius, Iarbus, and Anna._

_Acha._ Did euer men see such a sudden storme?
Or day so cleere so suddenly orecast?

_Iar._ I thinke some fell Inchantresse dwelleth here,
That can call them forth when as she please,
And diue into blacke tempests treasurie,
When as she mcanes to maske the world with clowdes.

_Anna._ In all my life I neuer knew the like,
It haild, it snowde, it lightned all at once.

_Acha._ I thinke it was the diuels reuelling night,
There was such hurly burly in the heauens:
Doubtles _Apollos_ Axeltree is crackt,
Or aged _Atlas_ shoulder out of ioynt,
The motion was soouer violent.

_Iar._ In all this coyle, where haue ye left the Queene?

_Asca._ Nay, where is my warlike father, can you tell?

_Anna._ Behold where both of them come forth the Caue.

_Iar._ Come forth the Caue: can heauen endure this sight?
_Iarbus_, curse that vnreuenging _Ioue_,
Whose flintie darts slept in _Tiphous_ den,
Whiles these adulterers surfetted with sinne:
Nature, why mad'st me not some poysonous beast,
That with the sharpnes of my edged sting,
I might haue stakte them both vnto the earth,
Whil'st they were sporting in this darksome Caue?

_AEn._ The ayre is cleere, and Southerne windes are whist,
Come _Dido_, let vs hasten to the towne,
Since gloomie _AEolus_ doth cease to frowne.

_Dido._ _Achates_ and _Ascanius_, well met.

_AEn._ Faire _Anna_, how escapt you from the shower?

_Anna._ As others did, by running to the wood.

_Dido._ But where were you _Iarbus_ all this while?

_Iar._ Not with _AEneas_ in the vgly Caue.

_Dido._ I see _AEneas_ sticketh in your minde,
But I will soone put by that stumbling blocke,
And quell those hopes that thus employ your cares. _Exeunt._

_Enters Iarbus to Sacrifice._

_Iar._ Come seruants, come bring forth the Sacrifize,
That I may pacifie that gloomie _Ioue_,
Whose emptie Altars haue enlarg'd our illes.
Eternall _Ioue_, great master of the Clowdes,
Father of gladnesse, and all frollicke thoughts,
That with thy gloomie hand corrects the heauen,
When ayrie creatures warre amongst themselues:
Heare, heare, O heare _Iarbus_ plaining prayers,
Whose hideous ecchoes make the welkin howle,
And all the woods _Eliza_ to resound:
The woman that thou wild vs entertaine,
Where straying in our borders vp and downe,
She crau'd a hide of ground to