University of Virginia Library

SCENE XVI.

Enter Osmidas.
Osm.
All, all is lost!

Did.
So soon return'd?

Osm.
In vain
I from thy palace sought to reach the strand;
The threatening squadrons of the faithless Moor
Swarm in the streets of Carthage: midst the cries
And shouts of soldiers, to their impious rage
The virgins are expos'd, the fanes deserted;
No pity shewn to infancy or age.

Did.
And is there then no way for Dido left
To escape impending ruin?

[the flames begin to appear in the palace.