But tell them none shall gaze on him but I, Lest their grosse eye-beames taint my louers cheekes: Anna, good sister Anna goe for him, Lest with these sweete thoughts I melt cleane away. (Anna: Then sister youle abiure Iarbus loue?) Yet must I heare that lothsome name againe? Runne for Æneas, or Ile flye to him. (Exit Anna.) (Cupid: You shall not hurt my father when he comes.) No, for thy sake Ile loue thy father well. O dull conceipted Dido, that till now Didst neuer thinke Æneas beautifull: But now for quittance of this ouersight, Ile make me bracelets of his golden haire, His glistering eyes shall be my looking glasse, His lips an altar, where Ile offer vp As many kisses as the Sea hath sands, In stead of musicke I will heare him speake, His lookes shall be my only Librarie, And thou Æneas, Didos treasurie, In whose faire bosome I will locke more wealth, Then twentie thousand Indiaes can affoord: O here he comes, loue, loue, giue Dido leaue To be more modest then her thoughts admit, Lest I be made a wonder to the world. Achates, how doth Carthage please your Lord?

Dido Monologue from The Tragedy of Dido Queene of Carthage

Rehearse Dido's monologue