Dido | ||
SCENE XI.
Iarbas, Selene, Araspes.Iar.
Thou shalt not 'scape me thus—
[going.
Sel.
What would'st thou? Say.
[detaining him.
Iar.
Give me his name.
Sel.
Be calm—
And learn it then from me.
Iar.
I ask no more.
Sel.
Know'st thou that stranger, whom thy rage insulted,
Is him thou seek'st—Æneas?
Iar.
Thou hast robb'd me
Of great revenge, forbid this hand to reap
Those honours which indulgent Heaven prepar'd.
Sel.
Whence all this anger? How has he, Arbaces,
249
Iar.
He with my sovereign dares
Contend for Dido's love, and canst thou ask
In what I am offended?
Sel.
Think'st thou then
That every lover can elect at will
The heart's dear object? Ah! thou little know'st,
Arbaces yet, the wayward school of love.
[Exit.
Dido | ||