_Dido._ Warlike Æneas, and in these base robes! 80 Go fetch the garment which Sichæus ware.-- [_Exit an_ Attendant, _who brings in the garment, which_ ÆNEAS _puts on_. Brave prince, welcome to Carthage and to me, Both happy that Æneas is our guest. Sit in this chair, and banquet with a queen: Æneas is Æneas, were he clad In weeds as bad as ever Irus ware. _Æn._ This is no seat for one that's comfortless: May it please your grace to let Æneas wait; For though my birth be great, my fortune's mean, Too mean to be companion to a queen. 90 _Dido._ Thy fortune may be greater than thy birth: Sit down, Æneas, sit in Dido's place; And, if this be thy son, as I suppose, Here let him sit.--Be merry, lovely child. _Æn._ This place beseems me not; O, pardon me! _Dido._ I'll have it so; Æneas, be content. _Asc._ Madam, you shall be my mother. _Dido._ And so I will, sweet child.--Be merry, man: Here's to thy better fortune and good stars. [_Drinks._ _Æn._ In all humility, I thank your grace. 100 _Dido._ Remember who thou art; speak like thyself: Humility belongs to common grooms. _Æn._ And who so miserable as Æneas is? _Dido._ Lies it in Dido's hands to make thee blest? Then be assur'd thou art not miserable. _Æn._ O Priamus, O Troy, O Hecuba! _Dido._ May I entreat thee to discourse at large, And truly too, how Troy was overcome? For many tales go of that city's fall, And scarcely do agree upon one point: 110 Some say Antenor did betray the town; Others report 'twas Sinon's perjury; But all in this, that Troy is overcome, And Priam dead; yet how, we hear no news. _Æn._ A woful tale bids Dido to unfold, Whose memory, like pale Death's stony mace, Beats forth my senses from this troubled soul, And makes Æneas sink at Dido's feet. _Dido._ What, faints Æneas to remember Troy, In whose defence he fought so valiantly? 120 Look up, and speak.