Anna. Ah sister, leaue these idle fantasies, Sweet sister cease, remember who you are.

Dido.  Dido I am, vnlesse I be deceiu’d,
And must I raue thus for a renegate? 
Must I make ships for him to saile away? 
Nothing can beare me to him but a ship,
And he hath all thy fleete, what shall I doe? 
But dye in furie of this ouersight? 
I, I must be the murderer of my selfe: 
No but I am not, yet I will be straight.
Anna be glad, now haue I found a meane
To rid me from these thoughts of Lunacie: 
Not farre from hence there is a woman famoused for arts,
Daughter vnto the Nimphs Hesperides,
Who wild me sacrifice his ticing relliques: 
Goe Anna, bid my seruants bring me fire. Exit Anna.

Enter Iarbus.

Iar. How long will Dido mourne a strangers flight,
That hath dishonord her and Carthage both? 
How long shall I with griefe consume my daies,
And reape no guerdon for my truest loue?

Dido. Iarbus, talk not of AEneas, let him goe,
Lay to thy hands and helpe me make a fire,
That shall consume all that this stranger left,
For I entend a priuate Sacrifize,
To cure my minde that melts for vnkind loue.

Iar. But afterwards will Dido graunt me loue?

Dido. I, I, Iarbus, after this is done,
None in the world shall have my loue but thou: 
So, leaue me now, let none approach this place. Exit Iarbus.
Now Dido, with these reliques burne thy selfe,
And make AEneas famous through the world,
For periurie and slaughter of a Queene: 
Here lye the Sword that in the darksome Caue
He drew, and swore by to be true to me,
Thou shalt burne first, thy crime is worse then his: 
Here lye the garment which I cloath’d him in,
When first he came on shoare, perish thou to: 
These letters, lines, and periurd papers all,
Shall burne to cinders in this prectious flame. 
And now ye Gods that guide the starrie frame,
And order all things at your high dispose;
Graunt, though the traytors land in Italy,
They may be still tormented with vnrest,
And from mine ashes let a Conquerour rise,
That may reuenge this treason to a Queene,
By plowing vp his Countries with the Sword: 
Betwixt this land and that be neuer league,
Littora littoribus contraria, fluctibus undas
Impresor:  arma armis:  pugnent ipsig nepotes: 
Liue false AEneas, truest Dido dyes,
Sic sic inuat ire sub umbras.

Enter Anna.

Anna. O helpe Iarbus, Dido in these flames Hath burnt her selfe, aye me, vnhappie me!

Enter Iarbus running.

Iar. Cursed Iarbus, dye to expiate The griefe that tires vpon thine inward soule, Dido I come to thee, aye me AEneas.