_AEneas_ weepe,
And would my prayers (as _Pigmalions_ did)
Could giue it life, that vnder his conduct
We might saile backe to _Troy_ and be reuengde
On these hard harted Grecians; which reioyce
That nothing now is left of _Priamus_:
O _Priamus_ is left and this is he,
Come, come abourd, pursue the hatefull Greekes.

_Acha._ What means _AEneas_?

_AEn._ _Achates_ though mine eyes say this is stone,
Yet thinkes my minde that this is _Priamus_:
And when my grieued heart sighes and sayes no,
Then would it leape out to giue _Priam_ life:
O were I not at all so thou mightst be.
_Achates_, see King _Priam_ wags his hand,
He is aliue, _Troy_ is not ouercome.

_Ach._ Thy mind _AEneas_ that would haue it so
Deludes thy eye sight, _Priamus_ is dead.

_AEn._ Ah _Troy_ is sackt, and _Priamus_ is dead,
And why should poore _AEneas_ be aliue?

_Asca._ Sweete father leaue to weepe, this is not he:
For were it _Priam_ he would smile on me.

_Acha._ _AEneas_ see here come the Citizens,
Leaue to lament lest they laugh at our feares.

_Enter Cloanthus, Sergestus, Illioneus._

_AEn._ Lords of this towne, or whatsoeuer stile
Belongs vnto your name, vouchsafe of ruth
To tell vs who inhabits this faire towne,
What kind of people, and who gouernes them:
For we are strangers driuen on this shore,
And scarcely know within what Clime we are.

_Illio._ I heare _AEneas_ voyce, but see him not,
For none of these can be our Generall.

_Acha._ Like _Illioneus_ speakes this Noble man,
But _Illioneus_ goes not in such robes.

_Serg._ You are _Achates_, or I deciu'd.

_Acha._ _AEneas_ see _Sergestus_ or his ghost.

_Illio._ He meanes _AEneas_, let vs kisse his feete.

_Cloan._ It is our Captaine, see _Ascanius_.

_Serg._ Liue long _AEneas_ and _Ascanius_.

_AEn._ _Achates_, speake, for I am ouerioyed.

_Acha._ O _Illioneus_, art thou yet aliue?

_Illio._ Blest be the time I see _Achates_ face.

_Cloan._ Why turnes _AEneas_ from his trustie friends?

_AEn._ _Sergestus_, _Illioneus_ and the rest,
Your sight amazde me, O what destinies
Haue brought my sweete companions in such plight?
O tell me, for I long to be resolu'd.

_Illio._ Louely _AEneas_, these are Carthage walles,
And here Queene _Dido_ weares th'imperiall Crowne,
Who for _Troyes_ sake hath entertaind vs all,
And clad vs in these wealthie robes we weare.
Oft hath she askt vs vnder whom we seru'd,
And when we told her she would weepe for griefe,
Thinking the s