Iarbus, talk not of Æneas, let him goe, Lay to thy hands and helpe me make a fire, That shall consume all that this stranger left, For I entend a priuate Sacrifize, To cure my minde that melts for vnkind loue. (Iar: But afterwards will Dido graunt me loue?) I, I, Iarbus, after this is done, None in the world shall have my loue but thou: So, leaue me now, let none approach this place. (Exit Iarbus.) Now Dido, with these reliques burne thy selfe, And make Æneas famous through the world, For periurie and slaughter of a Queene: Here lye the Sword that in the darksome Caue He drew, and swore by to be true to me, Thou shalt burne first, thy crime is worse then his: Here lye the garment which I cloath'd him in, When first he came on shoare, perish thou to: These letters, lines, and periurd papers all, Shall burne to cinders in this prectious flame. And now ye Gods that guide the starrie frame, And order all things at your high dispose; Graunt, though the traytors land in Italy, They may be still tormented with vnrest, And from mine ashes let a Conquerour rise, That may reuenge this treason to a Queene, By plowing vp his Countries with the Sword: Betwixt this land and that be neuer league, Littora littoribus contraria, fluctibus undas Impresor: arma armis: pugnent ipsig nepotes: Liue false Æneas, truest Dido dyes, Sic sic inuat ire sub umbras.

Dido Monologue from The Tragedy of Dido Queene of Carthage

Rehearse Dido's monologue