Iar. Doth Dido call me back?
Dido. No; but I charge thee never look on me.
Iar. Then pull out both mine eyes, or let me die. [Exit.
Anna. Wherefore doth Dido bid Iarbas go?
Dido. Because his loathsome sight offends mine eye, And in my thoughts is shrined another love. O Anna, didst thou know how sweet love were, Full soon wouldst thou abjure this single life!
Anna. Poor soul, I know too well the sour of love:60 O, that Iarbas could but fancy me! [Aside.
Dido. Is not Æneas fair and beautiful?
Anna. Yes; and Iarbas foul and favourless.
Dido. Is he not eloquent in all his speech?
Anna. Yes; and Iarbas rude and rustical.