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SCENE II.
Dido with a paper, Osmidas.Did.
I know that under feign'd Arbaces' name
The sovereign of the Moors here lurks conceal'd:
But be it as it may, he injures Dido,
And king or subject he shall pay the forfeit.
He dies without reprieve.
Osm.
Whate'er thy will,
Behold in me your faithful minister.
Did.
Thy loyalty shall find its due reward.
Osm.
And what reward, O queen? In vain my valour
And loyalty are yours, while in your heart
Æneas rules alone the sovereign lord.
Did.
No more—nor call to mind that hated name,
Perfidious and ingrate! A soul that knows
No law nor compact—I detest myself
For loving him so long.
Osm.
Should you again
Behold him, he would sooth each angry thought.
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Again behold him? Think not this deceiver,
While Dido lives, shall ever see me more.
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