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Did ever men see such a sudden storme?
Or day so deere so suddenly Orecast?
I thinke some fell Inchantresse dwelleth here,
That can call them forth when as she please,
And dive into blacke tempests treasurie,
When as she meanes to maske the world with clowdes.
In all my life I never knew the like,
It haild, it snowde, it lightned all at once.
I thinke it was the divels revelling night,
There was such hurly burly in the heavens:
Doubtles Apollos Axeltree is crackt,
Or aged Atlas shoulder out of joynt,
The motion was so over violent.
In all this coyle, where have ye left the Queene?
Nay, where is my warlike father, can you tell?
Behold where both of them come forth the Cave.
Come forth the Cave: can heaven endure this sight?
Iarbus, curse that unrevenging Jove,
Whose flintie darts slept in Tipheus den,
Whiles these adulterors surfetted with sinne:
Nature , why mad'st me not some poysonous beast,
That with the sharpnes of my edged sting,
I might have stakte them both unto the earth,
Whil'st they were sporting in this darksome Cave?
[Enter Aeneas and Dido.]
The ayre is deere, and Southerne windes are whist,
Come Dido, let us hasten to the towne,
Since gloomie Aeolus doth cease to frowne.
Achates and Ascanius, well met.
Faire Anna, how escapt you from the shower?
As others did, by running to the wood.
But where were you Iarbus all this while?
Not with Aeneas in the ugly Cave.
I see Aeneas sticketh in your minde,
But I will soone put by that stumbling blocke,
And quell those hopes that thus employ your cares.