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210 QUEEN DIDO, OK,
What, is he gone, and passed by?
O hart, prepare thyselfe to dye. M
" Though reason says thou shouldst forbeare,
And stay thy hand from bloudy stroke, Yet fancy bids thee not to fear, Which fetter'd thee in Cupids yoke. Come death," quoth shee, " resolve my smart!"—• 65 And with those words shee peerced her hart.
When death had pierced the tender hart
Of Dido, Carthaginian queene, Whose bloudy knife did end the smart,
Which shee sustain'd in mournfull teene, 70
JEneas being shipt and gone, Whose flattery caused all her mone, •
Her funerall most costly made, -
And all things finisht mournfullye, Her body fine in mold was laid, n
Where itt consumed speedilye : «■ Her sisters teares her tombe bestrewde, Her subjects griefe their kindnesse shewed.
Then was JEneas in an ile
In Grecya, where he stayd long space, so
Whereas her sister in short while Writt to him to his vile disgrace; In speeches bitter to his mind Shee told him plaine he was unkind.
" False-harted wretch," quoth shee, " thou art; ss And traiterouslye thou hast betraid