_Cup._ So you'll love me, I care not if I do. _Nurse._ That I might live to see this boy a man! How prettily he laughs! Go, ye wag!_[536]_ You'll be a twigger[537] when you come to age.-- 20 Say Dido what she will, I am not old; I'll be no more a widow; I am young; I'll have a husband, or else a lover. _Cup._ A husband, and no teeth! _Nurse._ O, what mean I to have such foolish thoughts? Foolish is love, a toy.--O sacred love! If there be any heaven in earth, 'tis love, Especially in women of your years.-- Blush, blush for shame! why shouldst thou think of love? A grave, and not a lover, fits thy age.-- 30 A grave! why, I may live a hundred years; Fourscore is but a girl's age: love is sweet.-- My veins are withered, and my sinews dry: Why do I think of love, now I should die? _Cup._ Come, nurse. _Nurse._ Well, if he come a-wooing, he shall speed: O, how unwise was I to say him nay! [_Exeunt._ ACT V. SCENE I. _Enter_ ÆNEAS,[538] _with a paper in his hand, drawing the platform[539] of the city_; ACHATES, SERGESTUS, CLOANTHUS, _and_ ILIONEUS. _Æn._ Triumph, my mates! our travels are at end: Here will Æneas build a statelier Troy Than that which grim Atrides overthrew. Carthage shall vaunt her petty walls no more; For I will grace them with a fairer frame, And clad her in a crystal livery, Wherein the day may evermore delight; From golden India Ganges will I fetch, Whose wealthy streams may wait upon her towers, And triple-wise entrench her round about; 10 The sun from Egypt shall rich odours bring, Wherewith his burning beams (like labouring bees That load their thighs with Hybla's honey-spoils)[540] Shall here unburden their exhalèd sweets, And plant our pleasant suburbs with their[541] fumes. _Ach._ What length or breadth shall this brave town contain? _Æn._ Not past four thousand paces at the most. _Ili._ But what shall it be call'd? Troy, as before? _Æn._ That have I not determin'd with myself. _Clo._ Let it be term'd Ænea, by your name. 20 _Serg._ Rather Ascania, by your little son. _Æn._ Nay, I will have it callèd Anchisæon, Of my old father's name. _Enter_ HERMES _with_ ASCANIUS. _Her._ Æneas, stay; Jove's herald bids thee stay. _Æn._ Whom do I see? Jove's wingèd messenger! Welcome to Carthage new-erected town.