_Æn._ Trojans, aboard, and I will follow you. [_Exeunt all except_ ÆNEAS. I fain would go, yet beauty calls me back: To leave her so, and not once say farewell, Were to transgress against all laws of love. But, if I use such ceremonious thanks As parting friends accustom on the shore, 50 Her silver arms will coll[523] me round about, And tears of pearl cry, "Stay, Æneas, stay!" Each word she says will then contain a crown, And every speech be ended with a kiss: I may not dure this female drudgery: To sea, Æneas! find out Italy! [_Exit._ SCENE IV. _Enter_[524] DIDO _and_ ANNA. _Dido._ O Anna, run unto the water-side! They say Æneas' men are going aboard; It may be, he will steal away with them: Stay not to answer me; run, Anna, run! [_Exit_ ANNA. O foolish Trojans, that would steal from hence, And not let Dido understand their drift! I would have given Achates store of gold, And Ilioneus gum and Libyan spice; The common soldiers rich embroider'd coats, And silver whistles to control the winds, 10 Which Circe[525] sent Sichæus when he lived: Unworthy are they of a queen's reward. See where they come: how might I do to chide? _Re-enter_ ANNA, _with_ ÆNEAS, ACHATES, CLOANTHUS, ILIONEUS, SERGESTUS, _and_ Carthaginian Lords. _Anna._ 'Twas time to run; Æneas had been gone; The sails were hoising up, and he aboard. _Dido._ Is this thy love to me? _Æn._ O princely Dido, give me leave to speak! I went to take my farewell of Achates. _Dido._ How haps Achates bid me not farewell? _Ach._ Because I feared your grace would keep me here. 20 _Dido._ To rid thee of that doubt, aboard again: I charge thee put to sea, and stay not here. _Ach._ Then let Æneas go aboard with us. _Dido._ Get you aboard; Æneas means to stay. _Æn._ The sea is rough, the winds blow to the shore. _Dido._ O false Æneas! now the sea is rough; But, when you were aboard, 'twas calm enough: Thou and Achates meant to sail away. _Æn._ Hath not the Carthage queen mine only son? Thinks Dido I will go and leave him here? 30 _Dido._ Æneas, pardon me; for I forgot That young Ascanius lay with me this night; Love made me jealous: but, to make amends, Wear the imperial crown of Libya, [_Giving him her crown and sceptre._ Sway thou the Punic sceptre in my stead, And punish me, Æneas, for this crime. _Æn._ This kiss shall be fair Dido's punishment. _Dido._ O, how a crown becomes Æneas' head! Stay here, Æneas, and command as king.