t blushing I can aske no more:
Yet Queene of _Affricke_, are my ships vnrigd,
My Sailes all rent in sunder with the winde,
My Oares broken, and my Tackling lost,
Yea all my Nauie split with Rockes and Shelfes:
Nor Sterne nor Anchor haue our maimed Fleete,
Our Masts the furious windes strooke ouer bourd:
Which piteous wants if _Dido_ will supplie,
We will account her author of our liues.

_Dido._ _AEneas_, Ile repaire thy Troian ships,
Conditionally that thou wilt stay with me,
And let _Achates_ saile to _Italy_:
Ile giue thee tackling made of riueld gold,
Wound on the barkes of odoriferous trees,
Oares of massie Iuorie full of holes,
Through which the water shall delight to play:
Thy Anchors shall be hewed from Christall Rockes,
Which if thou lose shall shine aboue the waues;
The Masts whereon thy swelling sailes shall hang,
Hollow Pyramides of siluer plate:
The sailes of foulded Lawne, where shall be wrought
The warres of _Troy_, but not _Troyes_ ouerthrow:
For ballace, emptie _Didos_ treasurie,
Take what ye will, but leaue _AEneas_ here.
_Achates_, thou shalt be so meanly clad,
As Seaborne Nymphes shall swarme about thy ships,
And wanton Mermaides court thee with sweete songs,
Flinging in fauours of more soueraigne worth,
Then _Thetis_ hangs about _Apolloes_ necke,
So that _AEneas_ may but stay with me.

_AEn._ Wherefore would _Dido_ haue _AEneas_ stay?

_Dido._ To warre against my bordering enemies:
_AEneas_, thinke not _Dido_ is in loue:
For if that any man could conquer me,
I had been wedded ere _AEneas_ came:
See where the pictures of my suiters hang,
And are not these as faire as faire may be?

_Acha._ I saw this man at _Troy_ ere _Troy_ was sackt.

_AEn._ I this in _Greece_ when _Paris_ stole faire _Helen_.

_Illio._ This man and I were at _Olympus_ games.

_Serg._ I know this face, he is a Persian borne,
I traueld with him to _AEtolia_.

_Cloan._ And I in _Athens_ with this gentleman,
Vnlesse I be deceiu'd disputed once.

_Dido._ But speake _AEneas_, know you none of these?

_AEn._ No Madame, but it seemes that these are Kings.

_Dido._ All these and others which I neuer sawe,
Haue been most vrgent suiters for my loue,
Some came in person, others sent their Legats:
Yet none obtaind me, I am free from all,
And yet God knowes intangled vnto one.
This was an Orator, and thought by words
To compasse me, but yet he was deceiu'd:
And this a Spartan Courtier vaine and wilde,
But his fantas