_Iar._ Come forth the Caue: can heauen endure this sight? _Iarbus_, curse that vnreuenging _Ioue_, Whose flintie darts slept in _Tiphous_ den, Whiles these adulterers surfetted with sinne: Nature, why mad'st me not some poysonous beast, That with the sharpnes of my edged sting, I might haue stakte them both vnto the earth, Whil'st they were sporting in this darksome Caue? _Æn._ The ayre is cleere, and Southerne windes are whist, Come _Dido_, let vs hasten to the towne, Since gloomie _Æolus_ doth cease to frowne. _Dido._ _Achates_ and _Ascanius_, well met. _Æn._ Faire _Anna_, how escapt you from the shower? _Anna._ As others did, by running to the wood. _Dido._ But where were you _Iarbus_ all this while? _Iar._ Not with _Æneas_ in the vgly Caue. _Dido._ I see _Æneas_ sticketh in your minde, But I will soone put by that stumbling blocke, And quell those hopes that thus employ your cares. _Exeunt._ _Enters Iarbus to Sacrifice._ _Iar._ Come seruants, come bring forth the Sacrifize, That I may pacifie that gloomie _Ioue_, Whose emptie Altars haue enlarg'd our illes. Eternall _Ioue_, great master of the Clowdes, Father of gladnesse, and all frollicke thoughts, That with thy gloomie hand corrects the heauen, When ayrie creatures warre amongst themselues: Heare, heare, O heare _Iarbus_ plaining prayers, Whose hideous ecchoes make the welkin howle, And all the woods _Eliza_ to resound: The woman that thou wild vs entertaine, Where straying in our borders vp and downe, She crau'd a hide of ground to build a towne, With whom we did deuide both lawes and land, And all the fruites that plentie els sends forth, Scorning our loues and royall marriage rites, Yeelds vp her beautie to a strangers bed, Who hauing wrought her shame, is straight way fled: Now if thou beest a pitying God of power, On whom ruth and compassion euer waites, Redresse these wrongs, and warne him to his ships, That now afflicts me with his flattering eyes. _Enter Anna._ _Anna._ How now _Iarbus_, at your prayers so hard? _Iar._ I _Anna_, is there ought you would with me? _Anna._ Nay, no such waightie busines of import, But may be slackt vntill another time: Yet if you would partake with me the cause Of this deuotion that detaineth you, I would be thankfull for such curtesie. _Iar._ _Anna_, against this Troian doe I pray, Who seekes to rob me of thy Sisters loue, And dive into her heart by coloured lookes. _Anna._ Alas poore King that labours so in vaine. For her that so delighteth in thy paine: Be rul'd by me, and seeke some other loue, Whose yeelding heart may yeeld thee more reliefe. _Iar._ Mine eye is fixt where fancie cannot start, O leaue me, leaue me to my silent thoughts, That register the numbers of my ruth, And I will either moue the thoughtles flint, Or drop out both mine eyes in drisling teares, Before my sorrowes tide haue any stint.