And drench _Siluanus_ dwellings with their shewers,
Then in one Caue the Queene and he shall meete,
And interchangeably discourse their thoughts,
Whose short conclusion will seale vp their hearts,
Vnto the purpose which we now propound.

_Venus._ Sister, I see you sauour of my wiles,
Be it as you will haue for this once,
Meane time, _Ascanius_ shall be my charge,
Whom I will beare to _Ida_ in mine armes,
And couch him in _Adonis_ purple downe, _Exeunt._

_Enter Dido, AEneas, Anna, Iarbus, Achates, and followers._

_Dido._ _AEneas_, thinke not but I honor thee,
That thus in person goe with thee to hunt:
My princely robes thou seest are layd aside,
Whose glittering pompe _Dianas_ shrowdes supplies,
All fellowes now disposde alike to sporte,
The woods are wide, and we haue store of game:
Faire Troian, hold my golden bowe awhile,
Vntill I gird my quiuer to my side:
Lords goe before, we two must talke alone.

_Iar._ Vngentle, can she wrong _Iarbus_ so?
Ile dye before a stranger haue that grace:
We two will talke alone, what words be these?

_Dido._ What makes _Iarbus_ here of all the rest?
We could haue gone without your companie.

_AEn._ But loue and duetie led him on perhaps,
To presse beyond acceptance to your sight.

_Iar._ Why man of _Troy_, doe I offend thine eyes?
Or art thou grieude thy betters presse so nye?

_Dido._ How now Getulian, are ye growne so braue,
To challenge vs with your comparisons?
Pesant, goe seeke companions like thy selfe,
And meddle not with any that I loue:
_AEneas_, be not moude at what he sayes,
For otherwhile he will be out of ioynt.

_Iar._ Women may wrong by priuiledge of loue:
But should that man of men (_Dido_ except)
Haue taunted me in these opprobrious termes,
I would haue either drunke his dying bloud,
Or els I would haue giuen my life in gage?

_Dido._ Huntsmen, why pitch you not your toyles apace,
And rowse the light foote Deere from forth their laire.

_Anna._ Sister, see see _Ascanius_ in his pompe,
Bearing his huntspeare brauely in his hand.

_Dido._ Yea little sonne, are you so forward now?

_Asca._ I mother, I shall one day be a man,
And better able vnto other armes,
Meane time these wanton weapons serue my warre,
Which I will breake betwixt a Lyons iawes.

_Dido._ What, darest thou looke a Lyon in the face?

_Asca._ I, and outface him to, doe what he can.

_Anna._ How like his father speaketh he in all?

_AEn._ And mought I liue to see him sacke