Dido | ||
SCENE XV.
Dido, Araspes.Aras.
Still do you here remain unterrified
To view the advancing flames?
Did.
All hope is lost!
And fear I know not—hope and fear in man
Are born together and together die.
Aras.
Fain would I save you yet—believe me, queen,
I shudder at your perils.
Did.
O! for pity
Leave me, Araspes, leave me to myself.
[Exit Aras.
Did.
My wretched fate shall one day prove the theme
Of fabling verse; my sufferings shall become
The mournful subject of the tragic scene.
Dido | ||