Dido and Aeneas: Thy hand, Belinda

DIDO
     [Cupids appear in the clouds o're her tomb]
     Thy hand, Belinda, darkness shades me,
           On thy bosom let me rest,
        More I would, but Death invades me;
     Death is now a welcome guest.
     When I am laid in earth, May my wrongs create
                 No trouble in thy breast;
                 Remember me, but ah! forget my fate.