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SCENE IX.
Enter Osmidas.Osm.
Have pity—mighty queen!
Did.
What wouldst thou, friend?
Osm.
Alas! that name but ill befits a traitor,
A foe to thee, Æneas, and thy love.
Did.
Ha! say'st thou?
Osm.
With the hope to reign in Carthage,
I offer'd to Iarbas treacherous aid,
Which he accepting till this hour employ'd;
And now, for my reward, the tyrant sought
To take my life, which great Æneas sav'd.
Did.
And hast thou, stain'd with crimes like these, presum'd
To come in Dido's presence?
Osm.
See, O queen!
[kneels.
A wretch, who neither hopes nor sues for pardon;
All, all I ask is instant judgment.
Did.
Rise:
To what art thou reduc'd, unhappy Dido!
What planet rul'd my birth! the faith of those
Whom most I trusted—
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