_Anna._ I will not leaue _Iarbus_ whom I loue, In this delight of dying pensiuenes: Away with _Dido_, _Anna_ be thy song, _Anna_ that doth admire thee more then heauen. _Iar._ I may nor will list to such loathsome chaunge, That intercepts the course of my desire: Seruants, come fetch these emptie vessels here, For I will flye from these alluring eyes, That doe pursue my peace where ere it goes. _Exit._ _Anna._ _Iarbus_ stay, louing _Iarbus_ stay, For I haue honey to present thee with: Hard hearted, wilt not deigne to heare me speake, Ile follow thee with outcryes nere the lesse, And strewe thy walkes with my discheueld haire. _Exit._ _Enter Æneas alone._ _Æn._ _Carthage_, my friendly host adue, Since destinie doth call me from the shoare: _Hermes_ this night descending in a dreame, Hath summond me to fruitfull _Italy_: _Ioue_ wils it so, my mother wils it so: Let my Phenissa graunt, and then I goe: Graunt she or no, _Æneas_ must away, Whose golden fortunes clogd with courtly ease, Cannot ascend to Fames immortall house, Or banquet in bright honors burnisht hall, Till he hath furrowed _Neptunes_ glassie fieldes, And cut a passage through his toples hilles: _Achates_ come forth, _Sergestus_, _Illioneus_, _Cloanthus_, haste away, _Æneas_ calles. _Enter Achates, Cloanthus, Sergestus, and Illioneus._ _Acha._ What willes our Lord, or wherefore did he call? _Æn._ The dreames (braue mates) that did beset my bed, When sleepe but newly had imbrast the night, Commaunds me leaue these vnrenowmed beames, Whereas Nobilitie abhors to stay, And none but base _Æneas_ will abide: Abourd, abourd, since Fates doe bid abourd, And slice the Sea with sable coloured ships, On whom the nimble windes may all day waight, And follow them as footemen through the deepe: Yet _Dido_ casts her eyes like anchors out, To stay my Fleete from loosing forth the Bay: Come backe, come backe, I heare her crye a farre, And let me linke my bodie to my lips, That tyed together by the striuing tongues, We may as one saile into _Italy_. _Acha._ Banish that ticing dame from forth your mouth, And follow your foreseeing starres in all; This is no life for men at armes to liue, Where daliance doth consume a Souldiers strength, And wanton motions of alluring eyes, Effeminate our mindes inur'd to warre. _Illio._ Why, let vs build a Citie of our owne, And not stand lingering here for amorous lookes: Will _Dido_ raise old _Priam_ forth his graue, And build the towne againe the Greekes did burne? No no, she cares not how we sinke or swimme, So she may haue _Æneas_ in her armes. _Cloan._ To _Italy_, sweete friends to _Italy_, We will not stay a minute longer here.