ill he hath furrowed _Neptunes_ glassie fieldes,
And cut a passage through his toples hilles:
_Achates_ come forth, _Sergestus_, _Illioneus_,
_Cloanthus_, haste away, _AEneas_ calles.

_Enter Achates, Cloanthus, Sergestus, and Illioneus._

_Acha._ What willes our Lord, or wherefore did he call?

_AEn._ The dreames (braue mates) that did beset my bed,
When sleepe but newly had imbrast the night,
Commaunds me leaue these vnrenowmed beames,
Whereas Nobilitie abhors to stay,
And none but base _AEneas_ will abide:
Abourd, abourd, since Fates doe bid abourd,
And slice the Sea with sable coloured ships,
On whom the nimble windes may all day waight,
And follow them as footemen through the deepe:
Yet _Dido_ casts her eyes like anchors out,
To stay my Fleete from loosing forth the Bay:
Come backe, come backe, I heare her crye a farre,
And let me linke my bodie to my lips,
That tyed together by the striuing tongues,
We may as one saile into _Italy_.

_Acha._ Banish that ticing dame from forth your mouth,
And follow your foreseeing starres in all;
This is no life for men at armes to liue,
Where daliance doth consume a Souldiers strength,
And wanton motions of alluring eyes,
Effeminate our mindes inur'd to warre.

_Illio._ Why, let vs build a Citie of our owne,
And not stand lingering here for amorous lookes:
Will _Dido_ raise old _Priam_ forth his graue,
And build the towne againe the Greekes did burne?
No no, she cares not how we sinke or swimme,
So she may haue _AEneas_ in her armes.

_Cloan._ To _Italy_, sweete friends to _Italy_,
We will not stay a minute longer here.

_AEn._ Troians abourd, and I will follow you,
I faine would goe, yet beautie calles me backe:
To leaue her so and not once say farewell,
Were to transgresse against all lawes of loue:
But if I vse such ceremonious thankes,
As parting friends accustome on the shoare,
Her siluer armes will coll me round about,
And teares of pearle, crye stay, _AEneas_, stay:
Each word she sayes will then containe a Crowne,
And euery speech be ended with a kisse:
I may not dure this female drudgerie,
To sea _AEneas_, finde out _Italy_. _Exit._

_Enter Dido and Anna._

_Dido._ O _Anna_, runne vnto the water side,
They say _AEneas_ men are going abourd,
It may be he will steale away with them:
Stay not to answere me, runne _Anna_ runne.
O foolish Troians that would steale from hence,
And not let _Dido_ vnderstand their drift:
I would haue giuen _Achates_ sto