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SCENE XI.
Dido, Selene.Sel.
Trust not too far—
Thou know'st not yet Osmidas.
Did.
Ah! too well.
Such is my cruel fate, I stand condemn'd
To seek his help whose treason has betray'd me.
Sel.
Thy hopes must centre in thyself alone.
Go—seek him—beg—implore—who knows th' event?
Thou may'st subdue him yet.
Did.
Shall Dido then
Descend to prayers and tears? Dido, whose courage
Forsook Sidonia's shores, to dare the rage
Of seas and storms, in search of other climes
And kingdoms yet unknown?—I still am she
That with new cities grac'd the Lybian coast;
That kept her state amidst surrounding snares,
Amidst alarms and perils—Think'st thou now
Her soul can yield to such ignoble stooping?
Sel.
Alas! forget your rank, or banish hope,
For love but ill agrees with majesty.
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