_Juno._ Fair queen of love, I will divorce these doubts, And find my way to weary such fond thoughts. This day they both a-hunting forth will ride Into the[502] woods adjoining to these walls; When, in the midst of all their gamesome sports, I'll make the clouds dissolve their watery works, 90 And drench Silvanus' dwellings with their showers; Then in one cave the queen and he shall meet, And interchangeably discourse their thoughts, Whose short conclusion will seal up their hearts Unto the purpose which we now propound. _Ven._ Sister, I see you savour of my wiles: Be it as you will have [it] for this once. Meantime Ascanius shall be my charge; Whom I will bear to Ida in mine arms, And couch him in Adonis' purple down. 100 [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _Enter_[503] DIDO, ÆNEAS, ANNA, IARBAS, ACHATES, CUPID _as_ ASCANIUS, _and_ Followers. _Dido._ Æneas, think not but I honour thee, That thus in person go with thee to hunt: My princely robes, thou see'st, are laid aside, Whose glittering pomp Diana's shroud[504] supplies; All fellows now, disposed alike to sport; The woods are wide, and we have store of game. Fair Trojan, hold my golden bow a while, Until I gird my quiver to my side.-- Lords, go before; we two must talk alone. _Iar._ Ungentle, can she wrong Iarbas so? 10 I'll die before a stranger have that grace. "We two will talk alone"--what words be these! [_Aside._ _Dido._ What makes Iarbas here of all the rest? We could have gone without your company. _Æn._ But love and duty led him on perhaps To press beyond acceptance to your sight. _Iar._ Why! man of Troy, do I offend thine eyes? Or art thou grieved thy betters press so nigh? _Dido._ How now, Gætulian! are you grown so brave, To challenge us with your comparisons? 20 Peasant, go seek companions like thyself, And meddle not with any that I love.-- Æneas, be not moved at what he says; For otherwhile he will be out of joint. _Iar._ Women may wrong by privilege of love; But, should that man of men, Dido except, Have taunted me in these opprobrious terms, I would have either drunk his dying blood, Or else I would have given my life in gage. 29 _Dido._ Huntsmen, why pitch you not your toils apace, And rouse the light-foot deer from forth their lair? _Anna._ Sister, see, see Ascanius in his pomp, Bearing his hunt-spear bravely in his hand! _Dido._ Yea, little son, are you so forward now? _Cup._ I, mother; I shall one day be a man, And better able unto other arms; Meantime these wanton weapons serve my war, Which I will break betwixt a lion's jaws.