_Æn._ Achates, though mine eyes say this is stone, Yet thinks my mind that this is Priamus; And when my grievèd heart sighs and says no, Then would it leap out to give Priam life.-- O, were I not at all, so thou mightst be;-- Achates, see, King Priam wags his hand! 30 He is alive; Troy is not overcome! _Ach._ Thy mind, Æneas, that would have it so, Deludes thy eye-sight; Priamus is dead. _Æn._ Ah, Troy is sack'd, and Priamus is dead! And why should poor Æneas be alive? _Asc._ Sweet father, leave to weep; this is not he, For, were it Priam, he would smile on me. _Ach._ Æneas, see, here come the citizens: Leave to lament, lest they laugh at our fears.[463] _Enter_ CLOANTHUS, SERGESTUS, ILIONEUS, _and others_. _Æn._ Lords of this town, or whatsoever style 40 Belongs unto your name, vouchsafe of ruth To tell us who inhabits this fair town, What kind of people, and who governs them; For we are strangers driven on this shore, And scarcely know within what clime we are. _Ili._ I hear Æneas' voice, but see him not,[464] For none of these can be our general. _Ach._ Like Ilioneus speaks this nobleman, But Ilioneus goes not in such robes. _Serg._ You are Achates, or I [am] deceiv'd. 50 _Ach._ Æneas, see, Sergestus, or his ghost! _Ili._ He names[465] Æneas; let us kiss his feet. _Clo._ It is our captain; see, Ascanius! _Serg._ Live long Æneas and Ascanius! _Æn._ Achates, speak, for I am overjoyed. _Ach._ O Ilioneus, art thou yet alive? _Ili._ Blest be the time I see Achates' face! _Clo._ Why turns Æneas from his trusty friends? _Æn._ Sergestus, Ilioneus, and the rest, Your sight amazed me. O, what destinies 60 Have brought my sweet companions in such plight? O, tell me, for I long to be resolved! _Ili._ Lovely Æneas, these are Carthage-walls; And here Queen Dido wears th' imperial crown, Who for Troy's sake hath entertained us all, And clad us in these wealthy robes we wear. Oft hath she asked us under whom we served; And, when we told her, she would weep for grief, Thinking the sea had swallowed up thy ships; And, now she sees thee, how will she rejoice! 70 _Serg._ See, where her servitors pass through the hall,[466] Bearing a banquet: Dido is not far. _Ili._ Look, where she comes; Æneas, view[467] her well. _Æn._ Well may I view her; but she sees not me. _Enter_ DIDO, ANNA, IARBAS, _and train_. _Dido._ What stranger art thou, that dost eye me thus? _Æn._ Sometime I was a Trojan, mighty queen; But Troy is not:--what shall I say I am? _Ili._ Renowmèd Dido, 'tis our general, Warlike Æneas.