_Anna._ How can you go, when he hath all your fleet? _Dido._ I'll frame me wings of wax, like Icarus, And, o'er his ships, will soar unto the sun, That they may melt, and I fall in his arms; Or else I'll make a prayer unto the waves, That I may swim to him, like Triton's niece. O Anna, [Anna,[556]] fetch Arion's[557] harp, That I may tice a dolphin to the shore, And ride upon his back unto my love! 250 Look, sister, look! lovely Æneas' ships! See, see, the billows heave him[558] up to heaven, And now down falls the keels into the deep! O sister, sister, take away the rocks! They'll break his ships. O Proteus, Neptune, Jove, Save, save, Æneas, Dido's liefest[559] love! Now is he come on shore, safe without hurt: But, see, Achates wills him put to sea, And all the sailors merry-make for joy; But he, remembering me, shrinks back again: 260 See, where he comes! welcome, welcome, my love! _Anna._ Ah, sister, leave these idle fantasies! Sweet sister, cease; remember who you are. _Dido._ Dido I am, unless I be deceiv'd: And must I rave thus for a runagate? Must I make ships for him to sail away? Nothing can bear me to him but a ship, And he hath all my[560] fleet.--What shall I do, But die in fury of this oversight? I; I must be the murderer of myself: 270 No, but I am not; yet I will be straight.-- [_Aside._ Anna, be glad; now have I found a mean To rid me from these thoughts of lunacy: Not far from hence There is a woman famousèd for arts, Daughter[561] unto the nymphs Hesperides, Who will'd me sacrifice his ticing relics: Go, Anna, bid my servants bring me fire. [_Exit_ ANNA. _Enter_ IARBAS. _Iar._ How long will Dido mourn a stranger's flight That hath dishonoured her and Carthage both? 280 How long shall I with grief consume my days, And reap no guerdon for my truest love? _Enter_ Attendants _with wood and torches_. _Dido._ Iarbas, talk not of Æneas; let him go: Lay to thy hands, and help me make a fire, That shall consume all that this stranger left; For I intend a private sacrifice, To cure my mind, that melts for unkind love. _Iar._ But afterwards, will Dido grant me love?