want both rigging for my fleete,
And also furniture for these my men.

_Iar._ If that be all, then cheare thy drooping lookes,
For I will furnish thee with such supplies:
Let some of those thy followers goe with me,
And they shall haue what thing so ere thou needst.

_AEn._ Thankes good _Iarbus_ for thy friendly ayde,
_Achates_ and the rest shall waite on thee,
Whil'st I rest thankfull for this curtesie.

_Exit Iarbus and AEneas traine._

Now will I haste vnto _Lauinian_ shoare,
And raise a new foundation to old _Troy_,
Witnes the Gods, and witnes heauen and earth,
How loth I am to leaue these _Libian_ bounds,
But that eternall _Iupiter_ commands.

_Enter Dido and AEneas._

_Dido._ I feare I sawe _AEneas_ little sonne,
Led by _Achates_ to the Troian fleete:
If it be so, his father meanes to flye:
But here he is, now _Dido_ trie thy wit.
_AEneas_, wherefore goe thy men abourd?,
Why are thy ships new rigd? or to what end
Launcht from the hauen, lye they in the Rhode?
Pardon me though I aske, loue makes me aske.

_AEn._ O pardon me, if I resolue thee why:
_AEneas_ will not faine with his deare loue,
I must from hence: this day swift _Mercury_
When I was laying a platforme for these walles,
Sent from his father _Ioue_, appeard to me,
And in his name rebukt me bitterly,
For lingering here, neglecting _Italy_.

_Dido._ But yet _AEneas_ will not leaue his loue.

_AEn._ I am commaunded by immortal _Ioue_,
To leaue this towne and passe to _Italy_,
And therefore must of force.

_Dido._ These words proceed not from _AEneas_ heart.

_AEn._ Not from my heart, for I can hardly goe,
And yet I may not stay, _Dido_ farewell.

_Dido._ Farewell: is this the mends for _Didos_ loue?
Doe Troians vse to quit their Louers thus?
Fare well may _Dido_, so _AEneas_ stay,
I dye, if my _AEneas_ say farewell.

_AEn._ Then let me goe and neuer say farewell,
Let me goe, farewell, I must from hence.

_Dido._ These words are poyson to poore _Didos_ soule,
O speake like my _AEneas_, like my loue:
Why look'st thou toward the sea? the time hath been
When _Didos_ beautie chaungd thine eyes to her;
Am I lesse faire then when thou sawest me first?
O then _AEneas_, tis for griefe of thee:
Say thou wilt stay in _Carthage_ with my Queene,
And _Didos_ beautie will returne againe:
_AEneas_, say, how canst thou take thy leaue?
Wilt thou kisse _Dido_? O thy lips haue sworne
To stay with _Dido_: canst thou take her hand?
Thy Hand and mi