Iar. Come, servants, come; bring forth the sacrifice, That I may pacify that gloomy Jove, Whose empty altars have enlarg'd our ills.— [Servants bring in the sacrifice, and then exeunt. Eternal Jove, great master of the clouds, Father of gladness and all frolic thoughts, That with thy gloomy [516] hand corrects the heaven, When airy creatures war amongst themselves; Hear, hear, O, hear Iarbas' plaining prayers, Whose hideous echoes make the welkin howl, And all the woods Eliza [517] to resound!10 The woman that thou willed us entertain, Where, straying in our borders up and down, She crav'd a hide of ground to build a town, With whom we did divide both laws and land, And all the fruits that plenty else sends forth, Scorning our loves and royal marriage-rites, Yields up her beauty to a stranger's bed; Who, having wrought her shame, is straightway fled: Now, if thou be'st a pitying god of power, On whom ruth and compassion ever waits,20 Redress these wrongs, and warn him to his ships, That now afflicts me with his flattering eyes.
Anna. How now, Iarbas! at your prayers so hard?
Iar. I, Anna: is there aught you would with me?
Anna. Nay, no such weighty business of import But may be slacked until another time: Yet, if you would partake with me the cause Of this devotion that detaineth you, I would be thankful for such courtesy.
Iar. Anna, against this Trojan do I pray,30 Who seeks to rob me of thy sister's love, And dive into her heart by colour'd looks.
Anna. Alas, poor king, that labours so in vain For her that so delighteth in thy pain! Be rul'd by me, and seek some other love, Whose yielding heart may yield thee more relief.
Iar. Mine eye is fixed where fancy cannot start: O, leave me, leave me to my silent thoughts, That register the numbers of my ruth, And I will either move the thoughtless flint,40 Or drop out both mine eyes in drizzling tears, Before my sorrow's tide have any stint!
Anna. I will not leave Iarbas, whom I love, In this delight of dying pensiveness. Away with Dido! Anna be thy song; Anna, that doth admire thee more than heaven.
Iar. I may nor will list to such loathsome change. That intercepts the course of my desire— Servants, come fetch these empty vessels here; For I will fly from these alluring eyes,50 That do pursue my peace where'er it goes. [Exit.—Servants re-enter, and carry out the vessels, &c.