Dido | ||
SCENE XII.
A closet with seats.Dido
alone.
I'll live no longer doubtful of my fate:
'Tis now the last important time, once more
To prove Æneas.—Since my prayers, my sufferings
Have fail'd to move his pity, jealousy
May search the deep recesses of his heart,
And from its ashes wake the smother'd flame.
Dido | ||