ANNA

Oh what became of aged Hecuba? Look sister how Aeneas little son Plays with your garments and embraceth you. Wherefore does Dido bid Jarbus go? Poor soul I know too well the Sour of love, Oh that Jarbus could but fancy me. Yes, and Jarbus foul and fauourles. Yes, and Jarbus rude and rustical. Oh sister, were you Empress of the world, Aeneas well deserves to be your love, So lovely is he that where ere he goes, The people swarm to gaze him in the face. Then sister yowl abjure Jarbus love? Sister, see fe Ascanius in his pomp, Bearing his huntspeare bravely in his hand. How Like his father speaks he in all? In all my life I never knew the Like, It hailed, it snowde, it lightened all at once. Behold where both of them come forth the Cave. As others did, by running to the wood. How now Jarbus, at your prayers so hard? Nay, no such weighty business of import, But may be slacked until another time: Yet if you would partake with me the cause Of this devotion that detaineth you, I would be thankful for such courtesy. Alas poor King that labours so in vain, For her that so delights in thy pain: Be tul'd by me, and seek some other love, Whose yielding heart may yield thee more relief. I will not leave Jarbus whom I love, In this delight of dying pensiveness: Away with Dido, Anna be thy song, Anna that does admire thee more then heaven. Jarbus stay, loving Jarbus stay, For I have honey to present thee with: Hard hearted, wilt not deign to hear me speak, I'll follow thee with outcries never the less, And strew thy walks with my discheueld hair. Exit. It time to run, Aeneas had been gone, The sails were hoisting up, and he aboard. What if the Citizens repine thereat? What means my sister thus to rave and cry? Wicked Aeneas. I go fair sister, heavens grant good success. Before I came, Aeneas was aboard, And spying me, hoist up the sails amain: But I cried out, Aeneas, false Aeneas stay. Then gan he wag his hand, which yet held up, Made me suppose he would have herd me speak: Then gan they driven into the Ocean, Which when I viewed, I cried, Aeneas stay, Dido, fair Dido wills Aeneas stay: Yet he whose heart of adamant or flint, My tears nor plaints could mollify a whit: Then carelessly I rend my hair for grief, Which seen to all, though he beheld me not, They gan to move him to redress my ruth, And stay a while to hear what I could say, But he clapped under hatches sailed away. How can you go when he hath all your fleet? Ah sister, leave these idle fantasies, Sweet sister cease, remember who you are. Oh help Jarbus, Dido in these flames Hath burned her self, aye me, unhappy me! What can my tears or cries prevail me now? Dido is dead, Jarbus slain, Jarbus my deer love, Oh sweet Jarbus, Annas sole delight, What fatal destiny envies me thus, To see my sweet Jarbus 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 Jarbus stay, I come to thee.