_Dido._ Speaks not Æneas like a conqueror? O blessèd tempests that did drive him in! O happy sand that made him run aground! Henceforth you shall be [of] our Carthage gods. I, but it may be, he will leave my love, And seek a foreign land called Italy: O, that I had a charm to keep the winds Within the closure of a golden ball; 100 Or that the Tyrrhene sea were in mine arms, That he might suffer shipwreck on my breast, As oft as he attempts to hoist up sail! I must prevent him; wishing will not serve.-- Go bid my nurse take young Ascanius, And bear him in the country to her house; Æneas will not go without his son; Yet, lest he should, for I am full of fear, Bring me his oars, his tackling, and his sails. [_Exit_ First Lord. What if I sink his ships? O, he will frown! 110 Better he frown than I should die for grief. I cannot see him frown; it may not be: Armies of foes resolv'd to win this town, Or impious traitors vow'd to have my life, Affright me not; only Æneas' frown Is that which terrifies poor Dido's heart; Not bloody spears, appearing in the air, Presage the downfall of my empery, Nor blazing comets threaten Dido's death; It is Æneas' frown that ends my days. 120 If he forsake me not, I never die; For in his looks I see eternity, And he'll make me immortal[530] with a kiss. _Re-enter_ First Lord, _with_ Attendants _carrying tackling_, &c. _First Lord._ Your nurse is gone with young Ascanius: And here's Æneas' tackling, oars, and sails.