_Æn._ Troians abourd, and I will follow you, I faine would goe, yet beautie calles me backe: To leaue her so and not once say farewell, Were to transgresse against all lawes of loue: But if I vse such ceremonious thankes, As parting friends accustome on the shoare, Her siluer armes will coll me round about, And teares of pearle, crye stay, _Æneas_, stay: Each word she sayes will then containe a Crowne, And euery speech be ended with a kisse: I may not dure this female drudgerie, To sea _Æneas_, finde out _Italy_. _Exit._ _Enter Dido and Anna._ _Dido._ O _Anna_, runne vnto the water side, They say _Æneas_ men are going abourd, It may be he will steale away with them: Stay not to answere me, runne _Anna_ runne. O foolish Troians that would steale from hence, And not let _Dido_ vnderstand their drift: I would haue giuen _Achates_ store of gold, And _Illioneus_ gum and Libian spice, The common souldiers rich imbrodered coates, And siluer whistles to controule the windes, Which _Circes_ sent _Sicheus_ when he liued: Vnworthie are they of a Queenes reward: See where they come, how might I doe to chide? _Enter Anna, with Æneas, Achates, Illioneus, and Sergestus._ _Anna._ Twas time to runne, _Æneas_ had been gone, The sailes were hoysing vp, and he abourd. _Dido._ Is this thy loue to me? _Æn._ O princely _Dido_, giue me leaue to speake, I went to take my farewell _Achates_. _Dido._ How haps _Achates_ bid me not farewell? _Acha._ Because I feard your grace would keepe me here. _Dido._ To rid thee of that doubt, abourd againe, I charge thee put to sea and stay not here. _Acha._ Then let _Æneas_ goe abourd with vs. _Dido._ Get you abourd, _Æneas_ meanes to stay. _Æn._ The sea is rough, the windes blow to the shoare. _Dido._ O false _Æneas_, now the sea is rough, But when you were abourd twas calme enough, Thou and _Achates_ ment to saile away. _Æn._ Hath not the Carthage Queene mine onely sonne? Thinkes _Dido_ I will goe and leaue him here? _Dido._ _Æneas_ pardon me, for I forgot That yong _Ascanius_ lay with me this night: Loue made me iealous, but to make amends, Weare the emperiall Crowne of _Libia_, Sway thou the Punike Scepter in my steede, And punish me _Æneas_ for this crime. _Æn._ This kisse shall be faire _Didos_ punishment. _Dido._ O how a Crowne becomes _Æneas_ head! Stay here _Æneas_, and commaund as King. _Æn._ How vaine am I to weare this Diadem, And beare this golden Scepter in my hand? A Burgonet of steele, and not a Crowne, A Sword, and not a Scepter fits _Æneas_.