Dido. No, no—life is good for young ting like you.
Zoe. O! good, good nurse: you will, you will.
Dido. No—g'way.
Zoe. Then I shall never leave Terrebonne—the drink, nurse; the drink; that I may never leave my home—my dear, dear home. You will not give me to that man? Your own Zoe, that loves you, aunty, so much, so much.—[Gets phial.] Ah! I have it.
Dido. No, missey. O! no—don't.
Zoe. Hush!
[Runs off, L. 1. E.
Dido. Here, Solon, Minnie, Grace.
They enter.
All. Was de matter?