Moued with her voyce, I lept into the sea,
Thinking to beare her on my backe abourd:
For all our ships were launcht into the deepe,
And as I swomme, she standing on the shoare,
Was by the cruell Mirmidons surprizd,
And after by that Pirrhus sacrifizde.
Dido. I dye with melting ruth, Æneas leaue.
Anna. O what became of aged Hecuba?
Iar. How got Æneas to the fleete againe?
Dido. But how scapt Helen, she that causde this warre?