Then touch her white breast with this arrow head,
That she may dote vpon Æneas loue :

And by that meanes repaire his broken ships,
Victuall his Souldiers, giue him wealthie gifts,
And he at last depart to Italy,

Or els in Carthage make his kingly throne.

Cupid. I will faire mother, and so play my part, As euery touch shall wound Queene Didos heart.

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Venus. Sleepe my sweete nephew in these cooling shades, Free from the murmure of these running streames, The crye of beasts, the ratling of the windes, Or whisking of these leaues, all shall be still, And nothing interrupt thy quiet sleepe, Till I returne and take thee hence againe.

Actus 3. Scena 1.

Enter Cupid solus, (as Ascanius).

Exeunt.

Cupid. Now Cupid cause the Carthaginian Queene, 635 To be inamourd of thy brothers lookes, Conuey this golden arrowe in thy sleeue, 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.

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Enter Iarbus, Anna, and Dido.

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

Dido. Iarbus, know that thou of all my wooers
(And yet haue I had many mightier Kings)
Hast had the greatest fauours I could giue:
I feare me Dido hath been counted light,
In being too familiar with Iarbus:

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Albeit the Gods doe know no wanton thought
Had euer residence in Didos breast.

650

Iar. But Dido is the fauour I request. Dido. Feare not Iarbus, Dido may be thine. Anna. Looke sister how Eneas little sonne Playes with your garments and imbraceth you. 634 S.D. as Ascanius add. Dyce (so passim)

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640 S.D. Iarbas Dyce etc.

Cupid. No Dido will not take me in her armes,

I shall not be her sonne, she loues me not.

Dido. Weepe not sweet boy, thou shalt be Didos sonne, | Sit in my lap and let me heare thee sing.

(Cupid sings.)

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No more my child, now talke another while,
And tell me where learnst thou this pretie song?
Cupid. My cosin Helen taught it me in Troy.
Dido. How louely is Ascanius when he smiles?
Cupid. Will Dido let me hang about her necke ?
Dido. I wagge, and giue thee leaue to kisse her to. 665
Cupid. What will you giue me? now Ile'haue this Fanne.
Dido. Take it Ascanius, for thy fathers sake.
Iar. Come Dido, leaue Ascanius, let vs walke.
Dido. Goe thou away, Ascanius shall stay.
Iar. Vngentle Queene, is this thy loue to me?
Dido. O stay Ïarbus, and Ile goe with thee.
Cupid. And if my mother goe, Ile follow her.
Dido. Why staiest thou here? thou art no loue of mine.
Iar. Iarbus dye, seeing she abandons thee.
Dido. No, liue Iarbus, what hast thou deseru'd,
That I should say thou art no loue of mine ?
Something thou hast deseru’d. Away I say,
Depart from Carthage, come not in my sight.
Iar. 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 Queene of Libia? then depart.

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

Iar. Doth Dido call me backe?

Dido. No, but I charge thee neuer looke on me.
Iar. Then pull out both mine eyes, or let me dye.

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Exit Iarb

Anna. Wherefore doth Dido bid Iarbus goe?
Dido. Because his lothsome sight offends mine eye,
And in my thoughts is shrin'd another loue:
O Anna, didst thou know how sweet loue were,
Full soone wouldst thou abiure this single life.

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661 learn'dst Dyce to Bull. 672 And] An Dyce, Bull. 692 loue Dyce to McK. exc. Gros. loue 1594,

659 S.D. add. Hurst me? now] me now? Dyce, Bull. 691 eyes Cunn. Hurst, Gros.

Anna. Poore soule I know too well the sower of loue. O that Iarbus could but fancie me.

Dido. Is not Eneas faire and beautifull ?
Anna. Yes, and Iarbus foule and fauourles.
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 Eneas worthie Didos loue?

Anna. O sister, were you Empresse of the world, Eneas well deserues to be your loue,

So louely 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 louers cheekes : Anna, good sister Anna goe for him,

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Lest with these sweete thoughts I melt cleane away. 710 Anna. Then sister youle abiure Iarbus loue?

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

Exit Anna.

Cupid. You shall not hurt my father when he comes. Dido. No, for thy sake Ile loue thy father well.

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O dull conceipted Dido, that till now

Didst neuer thinke Eneas beautifull :

But now for quittance of this ouersight,

Ile make me bracelets of his golden haire,

His glistering eyes shall be my looking glasse,
His lips an altar, where Ile offer vp

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As many kisses as the Sea hath sands:

In stead of musicke I will heare him speake,
His lookes shall be my only Librarie,
And thou Æneas, Didos treasurie,

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In whose faire bosome I will locke more wealth,

Then twentie thousand Indiaes can affoord:

O here he comes, loue, loue, giue Dido leaue

To be more modest then her thoughts admit,
Lest I be made a wonder to the world.

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(Enter Eneas, Achates, Sergestus, Illioneus, and Cloanthus.)

Achates, how doth Carthage please your Lord?
Acha. That will Eneas shewe your maiestie.
Dido. Eneas, art thou there?

En. I vnderstand your highnesse sent for me.

695 sower] power Hurst

730 S.D. add. Hurst

Dido. No, but now thou art here, tell me in sooth 735 In what might Dido highly pleasure thee.

En. So much haue I receiu'd at Didos hands,
As without blushing I can aske no more:
Yet Queene of Affricke, are my ships vnrigd,
My Sailes all rent in sunder with the winde,
My Oares broken, and my Tackling lost,

Yea all my Nauie split with Rockes and Shelfes :
Nor Sterne nor Anchor haue our maimed Fleete,
Our Masts the furious windes strooke ouer bourd :
Which piteous wants if Dido will supplie,
We will account her author of our liues.

Dido. Eneas, Ile repaire thy Troian ships,
Conditionally that thou wilt stay with me,
And let Achates saile to Italy:

Ile giue thee tackling made of riueld gold,
Wound on the barkes of odoriferous trees,
Oares of massie Iuorie 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 aboue the waues:
The Masts whereon thy swelling sailes shall hang,
Hollow Pyramides of siluer plate:

The sailes of foulded Lawne, where shall be wrought
The warres of Troy, but not Troyes ouerthrow :
For ballace, emptie Didos treasurie,

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Take what ye will, but leaue Eneas 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 fauours of more soueraigne worth,

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Then Thetis hangs about Apolloes necke,

So that Æneas may but stay with me.

En. Wherefore would Dido haue Eneas stay?
Dido. To warre against my bordering enemies :
Eneas, thinke not Dido is in loue,

For if that any man could conquer me,
I had been wedded ere Eneas came:

See where the pictures of my suiters hang,

And are not these as faire as faire may be ?

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Acha. I saw this man at Troy ere Troy was sackt. 775

755 loose Cunn.

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750+S.D. To Achates add. Gros. Meantime, Achates, thou shalt be so clad conj. Mitford meanly] seemly Dyce, Bull. meetly conj. Dyce: newly conj. Coll., Cunn.

En. I this in Greece when Paris stole faire Helen.
Illio. This man and I were at Olympus games.
Serg. I know this face, he is a Persian borne,
I traueld with him to Etolia.

Cloan. And I in Athens with this gentleman, Vnlesse I be deceiu'd disputed once.

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Dido. But speake Eneas, know you none of these?

En. No Madame, but it seemes that these are Kings. Dido. All these and others which I neuer sawe,

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Haue been most vrgent suiters for my loue,
Some came in person, others sent their Legats:
Yet none obtaind me, I am free from all,
And yet God knowes intangled vnto one.
This was an Orator, and thought by words
To compasse me, but yet he was deceiu'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 now I sweare by heauen and him I loue,
I was as farre from loue, as they from hate.

En. O happie shall he be whom Dido loues.
Dido. Then neuer say that thou art miserable,
Because it may be thou shalt be my loue :
Yet boast not of it, for I loue thee not,
And yet I hate thee not: O if I speake
I shall betray my selfe. Æneas speake,
We too will goe a hunting in the woods,
But not so much for thee, thou art but one,
As for Achates, and his followers.

776 Prefix En.] Serg. Dyce: A Lord Gros.
Dyce to Bull.
798 gree] greed Gros.

Cunn. how 1594: here Hurst, Cunn.

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Exeunt.

777 Olympia's

800 now Dyce etc. exc. 807 S.D. Aside add.

Aeneas- AEN. Speake!

Dyce after selfe speake] come or hark conj. Dyce', Dyce, Bull. 807-8 my selfe. . . We too] my selfe: DIDO. We two conj. McK.