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Bel. Grief Encreaſing, by Concealing,
Dido Mine admits of no Revealing.
Bel. Then let me Speak the Trajan gueſt,
Into your tender Thoughts has preſt.
2 Women, The greateſt Bleſſing Fate can give, Our Carthage to ſecure, and Troy revive.
Cho. VVhen Monarchs unite how happy their State,
They Triumph at once on their Foes and their Fate.
Dido, VVhence could ſo much Virtue Spring,
VVhat Stormes, what Battels did he Sing.
Anchiſes Valour mixt with Venus’s Charmes,
How ſoft in Peace, and yet how fierce in Armes.
Bel. A Tale ſo ſtrong and full of wo,
Might melt the Rocks as well as you.
2 Women, VVhat ſtubborn Heart unmoved could ſee,
Such Diſtreſs, ſuch pity.
Dido, Mine with Stormes of Care oppreſt,
Is Taught to pity the Diſtreſt.
Mean wretches grief can Touch,
So ſoft ſo ſenſible my Breaſt,
But Ah! I fear, I pity his too much.
Bel. Fear no danger to Enſue,
2 Women, The Hero Loves as well as you.
Cho. Ever Gentle, ever Smiling,
And the Cares of Life beguiling.
Cupid Strew your path with Flowers,
Gathered from Elizian Bowers.
Dance this Cho.
The Baske.
Æneas Enters with his Train.
Bel. See your Royal Gueſt appears,
How God like is the Form he bears.
Æn. VVhen Royal Fair ſhall I be bleſt,
VVith cares of Love, and State diſtreſt.
Dido, Fate forbids what you Enſue,
Æneas has no Fate but you.
Let Dido Smile, and I’le defie,
The Feeble ſtroke of Deſtiny.
