ne haue plighted mutuall faith,
Therefore vnkinde _AEneas_, must thou say,
Then let me goe, and neuer say farewell.

_AEn._ O Queene of _Carthage_, wert thou vgly blacke,
_AEneas_ could not choose but hold thee deare,
Yet must he not gainsay the Gods behest.

_Dido._ The Gods, what Gods be those that seeke my death?
Wherein haue I offended _Iupiter_,
That he should take _AEneas_ from mine armes?
O no, the Gods wey not what Louers doe,
It is _AEneas_ calles _AEneas_ hence,
And wofull _Dido_ by these blubbred cheekes,
By this right hand, and by our spousall rites,
Desires _AEneas_ to remaine with her:
_Si bene quid de te merui, fuit aut tibi quidquam
Dulce meum, miserere domus labentis: & istam
Oro, si quis ad hac precibus locus, exue mentem._

_AEn. Desine meque tuis incendere teque querelis,
Italiam non sponte sequor._

_Dido._ Hast thou forgot how many neighbour kings
Were vp in armes, for making thee my loue?
How _Carthage_ did rebell, _Iarbus_ storme,
And all the world calles me a second _Helen_,
For being intangled by a strangers lookes:
So thou wouldst proue as true as _Paris_ did,
Would, as faire _Troy_ was, _Carthage_ might be sackt,
And I be calde a second _Helena_.
Had I a sonne by thee, the griefe were lesse,
That I might see _AEneas_ in his face:
Now if thou goest, what canst thou leaue behind,
But rather will augment then ease my woe?

_AEn._ In vaine my loue thou spendst thy fainting breath,
If words might moue me I were ouercome.

_Dido._ And wilt thou not be mou'd with _Didos_ words?
Thy mother was no Goddesse periurd man,
Nor _Dardanus_ the author of thy stocke:
But thou art Sprung from _Scythian Caucasus_,
And Tygers of _Hircania_ gaue thee sucke:
Ah foolish _Dido_ to forbeare this long!
Wast thou not wrackt vpon this _Libian_ shoare,
And cam'st to _Dido_ like a Fisherswaine?
Repairde not I thy ships, made thee a King,
And all thy needie followers Noblemen?
O Serpent that came creeping from the shoare,
And I for pitie harbord in my bosome,
Wilt thou now slay me with thy venomed sting,
And hisse at _Dido_ for preseruing thee?
Goe goe and spare not, seeke out _Italy_,
I hope that that which loue forbids me doe,
The Rockes and Sea-gulfes will performe at large,
And thou shalt perish in the billowes waies,
To whom poore _Dido_ doth bequeath reuenge,
I traytor, and the waues shall cast thee vp,
Where thou and false _Achates_ first set foote:
Which if it chaunce, Ile giue ye buriall,
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