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DIDO Ah! Belinda, I am prest With torment not to be confest, Peace and I are strangers grown. I languish till my grief is known, yet would not have it guess'd. BELINDA Grief increases by concealing DIDO Mine admits of no revealing. BELINDA Then let me speak; the Trojan guest into your tender thoughts has pressed; the greatest blessing Fate can give, Our Carthage to secure and Troy revive. [bad word] When monarchs unite, how happy their state, They triumph at once, o'er their foes and their fate.