Don A. How so?
Ern. Because I see her in the inner room,
Lying along upon her couch, and reading.
Her face is turn'd the other way; but yet
Her shape and clothes assure me 'tis the same.
Don A. Art certain that 'tis she?
Ern. There are not many like her.
Don A. If thou be'st sure 'tis she, I'll venture in
Without her brother's presence t' introduce me.
Ern. She's coming this way, sir.
Enter Camilla reading.
Cam. Y' have reason, Dido, and 'tis well remark'd—
[She shuts her book; and after a little pause—
The woman who suffers herself to love
Ought likewise to prepare herself to suffer.
There was great power in your charms, Æneas,
T' enthral a lady's heart at first approach,
And make such early and such deep impressions,
That nothing but her death could e'er deface.
Alas, poor Dido!—