ea had swallowed vp thy ships,
And now she sees thee how will she reioyce?

_Serg._ See where her seruitors passe through the hall
Bearing a banket, _Dido_ is not farre.

_Illio._ Looke where she comes: _AEneas_ viewd her well.

_AEn._ Well may I view her, but she sees not me.

_Enter Dido and her traine._

_Dido._ What stranger art thou that doest eye me thus?

_AEn._ Sometime I was a Troian mightie Queene:
But _Troy_ is not, what shall I say I am?

_Illio._ Renowmed _Dido_, tis our Generall: warlike _AEneas_.

_Dido._ Warlike _AEneas_, and in these base robes?
Goe fetch the garment which _Sicheus_ ware:
Braue Prince, welcome to Carthage and to me,
Both happie that _AEneas_ is our guest:
Sit in this chaire and banquet with a Queene,
_AEneas_ is _AEneas_, were he clad
In weedes as bad as euer _Irus_ ware.

_AEn._ This is no seate for one thats comfortles,
May it please your grace to let _AEneas_ waite:
For though my birth be great, my fortunes meane,
Too meane to be companion to a Queene.

_Dido._ Thy fortune may be greater then thy birth,
Sit downe _AEneas_, sit in _Didos_ place,
And if this be thy sonne as I suppose,
Here let him sit, be merrie louely child.

_AEn._ This place beseemes me not, O pardon me.

_Dido._ Ile haue it so, _AEneas_ be content.

_Asca._ Madame, you shall be my mother.

_Dido._ And so I will sweete child: be merrie man,
Heres to thy better fortune and good starres.

_AEn._ In all humilitie I thanke your grace.

_Dido._ Remember who thou art, speake like thy selfe,
Humilitie belongs to common groomes.

_AEn._ And who so miserable as _AEneas_ is?

_Dido._ Lyes it in _Didos_ hands to make thee blest,
Then be assured thou art not miserable.

_AEn._ O _Priamus_, O _Troy_, oh _Hecuba_!

_Dido._ May I entreate thee to discourse at large,
And truely to how _Troy_ was ouercome:
For many tales goe of that Cities fall,
And scarcely doe agree vpon one poynt:
Some say _Antenor_ did betray the towne,
Others report twas _Sinons_ periurie:
But all in this that _Troy_ is ouercome,
And _Priam_ dead, yet how we heare no newes.

_AEn._ A wofull tale bids _Dido_ to vnfould,
Whose memorie like pale deaths stony mace,
Beates forth my senses from this troubled soule,
And makes _AEneas_ sinke at _Didos_ feete.

_Dido._ What faints _AEneas_ to remember _Troy_?
In whose defence he fought so valiantly:
Looke vp and speake.

_AEn._ Then speake _AEneas_ with _Achilles_ tongue,
And _Did