Before I came, Aeneas was abourd,
And spying me, hoyst up the sailes amaine:
But I cride out, Aeneas, false Aeneas stay.
Then gan he wagge his hand, which yet held up,
Made me suppose he would have heard me speake:
Then gan they drive into the Ocean,
Which when I viewd, I cride, Aeneas stay,
Dido, faire Dido wils Aeneas stay:
Yet he whose hearts of adamant or flint,
My teares nor plaints could mollifie a whit:
Then carelesly I rent my haire for griefe,
Which seene to all, though he beheld me not,
They gan to move him to redresse my ruth,
And stay a while to heare what I could say,
But he clapt under hatches saild away.
