Dido | ||
SCENE III.
A bower between the city and the port.Osmidas
alone.
The Moors already, to defend Iarbas,
Have reach'd these walls: behold the hour at hand
That must confirm my greatness. To betray
A thankless woman little I repent;
I punish her injustice thus, who never
Vouchsaf'd a recompense to faith like mine.
Dido | ||