_Clo._ There is a place, Hesperia termed by us, 20 An ancient empire, famousèd for arms, And fertile in fair Ceres' furrowed wealth, Which now we call Italia, of his name That in such peace long time did rule the same. Thither made we; When, suddenly, gloomy Orion rose, And led our ships into the shallow sands, Whereas the southern wind with brackish breath Dispersed them all amongst the wreckful rocks: From thence a few of us escaped to land; 30 The rest, we fear, are folded in the floods. _Iar._ Brave men-at-arms, abandon fruitless fears, Since Carthage knows to entertain distress. _Serg._ I, but the barbarous sort do threat our ships, And will not let us lodge upon the sands; In multitudes they swarm unto the shore, And from the first earth interdict our feet. _Iar._ Myself will see they shall not trouble ye: Your men and you shall banquet in our court, And every Trojan be as welcome here 40 As Jupiter to silly Baucis'[459] house. Come in with me; I'll bring ye to my queen, Who shall confirm my words with further deeds. _Serg._ Thanks, gentle lord, for such unlook'd-for grace: Might we but once more see Æneas' face, Then would we hope to quite such friendly turns, As shall[460] surpass the wonder of our speech. [_Exeunt._ ACT II. SCENE I. _Enter_[461] ÆNEAS, ACHATES, ASCANIUS, _and others_. _Æn._ Where am I now? these should be Carthage-walls. _Ach._ Why stands my sweet Æneas thus amaz'd? _Æn._ O my Achates, Theban Niobe, Who for her sons' death wept out life and breath, And, dry with grief, was turned into a stone, Had not such passions in her head as I! Methinks, That town there should be Troy, yon Ida's hill, There Xanthus' stream, because here's Priamus; And when I know it is not, then I die. 10 _Ach._ And in this humour is Achates too; I cannot choose but fall upon my knees, And kiss his hand. O, where is Hecuba? Here she was wont to sit; but, saving air, Is nothing here; and what is this but stone?[462] _Æn._ O, yet this stone doth make Æneas weep! And would my prayers (as Pygmalion's did) Could give it life, that under his condùct We might sail back to Troy, and be revenged On these hard-hearted Grecians which rejoice 20 That nothing now is left of Priamus! O, Priamus is left, and this is he! Come, come aboard; pursue the hateful Greeks. _Ach._ What means Æneas?