re of gold,
And _Illioneus_ gum and Libian spice,
The common souldiers rich imbrodered coates,
And siluer whistles to controule the windes,
Which _Circes_ sent _Sicheus_ when he liued:
Vnworthie are they of a Queenes reward:
See where they come, how might I doe to chide?

_Enter Anna, with AEneas, Achates, Illioneus, and Sergestus._

_Anna._ Twas time to runne, _AEneas_ had been gone,
The sailes were hoysing vp, and he abourd.

_Dido._ Is this thy loue to me?

_AEn._ O princely _Dido_, giue me leaue to speake,
I went to take my farewell _Achates_.

_Dido._ How haps _Achates_ bid me not farewell?

_Acha._ Because I feard your grace would keepe me here.

_Dido._ To rid thee of that doubt, abourd againe,
I charge thee put to sea and stay not here.

_Acha._ Then let _AEneas_ goe abourd with vs.

_Dido._ Get you abourd, _AEneas_ meanes to stay.

_AEn._ The sea is rough, the windes blow to the shoare.

_Dido._ O false _AEneas_, now the sea is rough,
But when you were abourd twas calme enough,
Thou and _Achates_ ment to saile away.

_AEn._ Hath not the Carthage Queene mine onely sonne?
Thinkes _Dido_ I will goe and leaue him here?

_Dido._ _AEneas_ pardon me, for I forgot
That yong _Ascanius_ lay with me this night:
Loue made me iealous, but to make amends,
Weare the emperiall Crowne of _Libia_,
Sway thou the Punike Scepter in my steede,
And punish me _AEneas_ for this crime.

_AEn._ This kisse shall be faire _Didos_ punishment.

_Dido._ O how a Crowne becomes _AEneas_ head!
Stay here _AEneas_, and commaund as King.

_AEn._ How vaine am I to weare this Diadem,
And beare this golden Scepter in my hand?
A Burgonet of steele, and not a Crowne,
A Sword, and not a Scepter fits _AEneas_.

_Dido._ O keepe them still, and let me gaze my fill:
Now lookes _AEneas_ like immortall _Ioue_,
O where is _Ganimed_ to hold his cup,
And _Mercury_ to flye for what he calles,
Ten thousand _Cupids_ houer in the ayre,
And fanne it in _AEneas_ louely face,
O that the Clowdes were here wherein thou fleest,
That thou and I vnseene might sport our selues:
Heauens enuious of our ioyes is waxen pale,
And when we whisper, then the starres fall downe,
To be partakers of our honey talke.

_AEn._ O _Dido_, patronesse of all our liues,
When I leaue thee, death be my punishment,
Swell raging seas, frowne wayward destinies,
Blow windes, threaten ye Rockes and sandie shelfes,
This is the harbour that _AEneas_ seekes,
Lets see wh