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212 QUEEN DIDO.
" O stay a while, thou lovely sprite ; 115
Be not soe hasty to convay My soule into eternall night,
Where itt shall ne're behold bright day: O doe not frowne; thy angry looke Hath made my breath my life forsooke. ]»>
" But, woe is me ! all is in vaine,
And bootless is my dismall crye; Time will not be recalled againe,
Nor thou surcease before I dye.
0 lett me live, and make amends 125 To some of thy most dearest friends.
" But seeing thou obdurate art,
, And wilt no pittye on me show,
Because from thee I did depart,
And left unpaid what I did owe, iso
1 must content myselfe to take What lott to me thou wilt partake."
. And thus, as one being in a trance,
A multitude of uglye feinds About this woffull prince did dance: 135
He had no helpe of any friends: His body then they tooke away, And no man knew his dying day. |
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