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Act Three, Scene One

Enter Cupid solus [for Ascanius].

Cupid
Now Cupid cause the Carthaginian Queene,
To be inamourd of thy brothers lookes,
Convey this golden arrowe in thy sleeve,
Lest she imagine thou art Venus sonne:
And when she strokes thee softly on the head,
Then shall I touch her breast and conquer her.
Enter Iarbus, Anna, and Dido.

Iarbus
How long faire Dido shall I pine for thee?
Tis not enough that thou doest graunt me love,
But that I may enjoy what I desire:
That love is childish which consists in words.

Dido
Iarbus, know that thou of all my wooers
(And yet have I had many mightier Kings)
Hast had the greatest favours I could give:
I feare me Dido hath been counted light,
In being too familiar with Iarbus:
Albeit the Gods doe know no wanton thought
Had ever residence in Didos breast.

Iarbus
But Dido is the favour I request.

Dido
Feare not Iarbus, Dido may be thine.

Anna
Looke sister how Aeneas little sonne
Playes with your garments and imbraceth you.

Cupid
No Dido will not take me in her armes,
I shall not be her sonne, she loves me not.

Dido
Weepe not sweet boy, thou shalt be Didos sonne,
Sit in my lap and let me heare thee sing.
[Cupid sings.]
No more my child, now talke another while,
And tell me where learndst thou this pretie song?

Cupid
My cosin Helen taught it me in Troy.

Dido
How lovely is Ascanius when he smiles?

Cupid
Will Dido let me hang about her necke?

Dido
I wagge, and give thee leave to kisse her to.

Cupid
What will you give me now? Ile have this Fanne.

Dido
Take it Ascanius, for thy fathers sake.

Iarbus
Come Dido, leave Ascanius, let us walke.

Dido
Goe thou away, Ascanius shall stay.

Iarbus
Ungentle Queene, is this thy love to me?

Dido
O stay Iarbus, and Ile goe with thee.

Cupid
And if my mother goe, Ile follow her.

Dido
Why staiest thou here? thou art no love of mine.

Iarbus
Iarbus dye, seeing she abandons thee.

Dido
No, live Iarbus, what hast thou deserv'd,
That I should say thou art no love of mine?
Something thou hast deserv'd.—Away I say,
Depart from Carthage, come not in my sight.

Iarbus
Am I not King of rich Getulia?

Dido
Iarbus pardon me, and stay a while.

Cupid
Mother, looke here.

Dido
What telst thou me of rich Getulia?
Am not I Queen of Libia? then depart.

Iarbus
I goe to feed the humour of my Love,
Yet not from Carthage for a thousand worlds.

Dido
Iarbus.

Iarbus
Doth Dido call me backe?

Dido
No, but I charge thee never looke on me.

Iarbus
Then pull out both mine eyes, or let me dye.
Exit Iarbus.

Anna
Wherefore doth Dido bid Iarbus goe?

Dido
Because his lothsome sight offends mine eye,
And in my thoughts is shrin'd another love:
O Anna, didst thou know how sweet love were,
Full soone wouldst thou abjure this single life.

Anna
Poore soule I know too well the sower of love, [Aside.]

O that Iarbus could but fancie me.

Dido
Is not Aeneas faire and beautifull?

Anna
Yes, and Iarbus foule and favourles.

Dido
Is he not eloquent in all his speech?

Anna
Yes, and Iarbus rude and rusticall.

Dido
Name not Iarbus, but sweete Anna say,
Is not Aeneas worthie Didos love?

Anna
O sister, were you Empresse of the world,
Aeneas well deserves to be your love,
So lovely is he that where ere he goes,
The people swarme to gaze him in the face.

Dido
But tell them none shall gaze on him but I,
Lest their grosse eye-beames taint my lovers cheekes:
Anna, good sister Anna goe for him,
Lest with these sweete thoughts I melt cleane away.

Anna
Then sister youle abjure Iarbus love?

Dido
Yet must I heare that lothsome name againe?
Runne for Aeneas, or Ile flye to him.
Exit Anna.

Cupid
You shall not hurt my father when he comes.

Dido
No, for thy sake Ile love thy father well.
O dull conceipted Dido, that till now
Didst never thinke Aeneas beautifull:
But now for quittance of this oversight,
Ile make me bracelets of his golden haire,
His glistering eyes shall be my looking glasse,
His lips an altar, where Ile offer up
As many kisses as te Sea hath sands,
In stead of musicke I will heare him speake,
His lookes shall be my only Librarie,
And thou Aeneas, Didos treasurie,
In whose faire bosome I will locke more wealth,
Then twentie thousand Indiaes can affoord:
O here he comes, love, love, give Dido leave
To be more modest then her thoughts admit,
Lest I be made a wonder to the world.
[Enter Aeneas, Achates, Sergestus, Illioneus, and Cloanthus.]
Achates, how doth Carthage please your Lord?

Achates
That will Aeneas shewe your majestie.

Dido
Aeneas, art thou there?

Aeneas
I understand your highnesse sent for me.

Dido
No, but now thou art here, tell me in sooth
In what might Dido highly pleasure thee.

Aeneas
So much have I receiv'd at Didos hands,
As without blushing I can aske no more:
Yet Queene of Affricke, are my ships unrigd,
My Sailes all rent in sunder with the winde,
My Oares broken, and my Tackling lost,
Yea all my Navie split with Rockes and Shelfes:
Nor Sterne nor Anchor have our maimed Fleete,
Our Masts the furious windes strooke over bourd:
Which piteous wants if Dido will supplie,
We will account her author of our lives.

Dido
Aeneas, Ile repaire thy Trojan ships,
Conditionally that thou wilt stay with me,
And let Achates saile to Italy:
Ile give thee tackling made of riveld gold,
Wound on the barkes of odoriferous trees,
Oares of massie Ivorie full of holes,
Through which the water shall delight to play:
Thy Anchors shall be hewed from Christall Rockes,
Which if thou lose shall shine above the waves:
The Masts whereon thy swelling sailes shall hang,
Hollow Pyramides of silver plate:
The sailes of foulded Lawne, where shall be wrought
The warres of Troy, but not Troyes overthrow:
For ballace, emptie Didos treasurie,
Take what ye will, but leave Aeneas here.
Achates, thou shalt be so meanly clad,
As Seaborne Nymphes shall swarme about thy ships,
And wanton Mermaides court thee with sweete songs,
Flinging in favours of more soveraigne worth,
Then Thetis hangs about Apolloes necke,
So that Aeneas may but stay with me.

Aeneas
Wherefore would Dido have Aeneas stay?

Dido
To warre against my bordering enemies:
Aeneas, thinke not Dido is in love:
For if that any man could conquer me,
I had been wedded ere Aeneas came:
See where the pictures of my suiters hang,
And are not these as faire as faire may be?

Achates
I saw this man at Troy ere Troy was sackt.

Aeneas
I this in Greece when Paris stole fair Helen.

Illioneus
This man and I were at Olympus games.

Sergestus
I know this face, he is a Persian borne,
I traveld with him to Aetolia.

Cloanthus
And I in Athens with this gentleman,
Unlesse I be deceiv'd disputed once.

Dido
But speake Aeneas, know you none of these?

Aeneas
No Madame, but it seemes that these are Kings.

Dido
All these and others which I never sawe,
Have been most urgent suiters for my love,
Some came in person, others sent their Legats:
Yet none obtaind me, I am free from all.
And yet God knowes intangled unto one.[Aside.]

This was an Orator, and thought by words
To compasse me, but yet he was deceiv'd:
And this a Spartan Courtier vaine and wilde,
But his fantastick humours pleasde not me:
This was Alcion, a Musition,
But playd he nere so sweet, I let him goe:
This was the wealthie King of Thessaly,
But I had gold enough and cast him off:
This Meleagers sonne, a warlike Prince,
But weapons gree not with my tender yeares:
The rest are such as all the world well knowes,
Yet how I sweare by heaven and him I love,
I was as farre from love, as they from hate.

Aeneas
O happie shall he be whom Dido loves.

Dido
Then never say that thou art miserable,
Because it may be thou shalt be my love:
Yet boast not of it, for I love thee not,
And yet I hate thee not: O if I speake
I shall betray my selfe: Aeneas speake,
We two will goe a hunting in the woods,
But not so much for thee, thou art but one,
As for Achates, and his followers.
Exeunt.

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