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Dido

Hoole, John (1727-1803)
  
DIDO.
  
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ACT I.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE X.
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SCENE XI.
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SCENE XII.
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SCENE XIII.
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SCENE XIV.
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SCENE XV.
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SCENE XVI.
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SCENE XVII.
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SCENE XVIII.
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SCENE XIX.
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ACT II.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE X.
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SCENE XI.
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SCENE XII.
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SCENE XIII.
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SCENE XIV.
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SCENE XV.
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SCENE XVI.
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ACT III.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE X.
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SCENE XI.
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SCENE XII.
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SCENE XIII.
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SCENE XIV.
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SCENE XV.
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SCENE XVI.
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SCENE XVII.
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SCENE XVIII.
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SCENE XIX.
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SCENE XX.
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SCENE XV.

Dido, Iarbas.
Did.
Æneas, stay—

Iar.
Permit him to depart.

[rises.
Did.
Fain would I calm his transports.

Iar.
What's thy fear?
Give but to me thy hand, the care be mine
To vindicate thy fame.

Did.
It is not now
A time for nuptials.

Iar.
Wherefore?

Did.
Seek no further.

Iar.
Give me to know the cause.

Did.
Then learn it now:
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I never lov'd thee, never did my eyes
With pleasure view thee—no, thou hast been ever
To Dido hateful, and far less I prize
Iarbas constant than Æneas false.

Iar.
Perfidious! am I then an abject mark
For scorn to point at? Dost thou know Iarbas?
And know the man thou dar'st insult?

Did.
I know thee
A rude barbarian and despise thy power.

Iar.
Call me whate'er thy rage may name,
A day may sink thy pride;
When thou shalt seek, insulting dame,
The grace by me denied.
This rude barbarian, now thy scorn,
No more shall prize thy smiles;
This rude barbarian then in turn
Shall mock thy sex's wiles.

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