Who if that any seeke to doe him hurt,
Will quickly flye to Citheidas fist. 
Now Cupid turne thee to Ascanius shape,
And goe to Dido who in stead of him
Will set thee on her lap and play with thee: 
Then touch her white breast with this arrow head,
That she may dote vpon AEneas loue: 
And by that meanes repaire his broken ships,
Victuall his Souldiers, giue him wealthie gifts,
And he at last depart to Italy,
Or els in Carthage make his kingly throne.

Cupid. I will faire mother, and so play my part, As euery touch shall wound Queene Didos heart.

Venus. Sleepe my sweete nephew in these cooling shades,
Free from the murmure of these running streames,
The crye of beasts, the ratling of the windes,
Or whisking of these leaues, all shall be still,
And nothing interrupt thy quiet sleepe,
Till I returne and take thee hence againe. Exit.

Actus 3.  Scena I.

Enter Cupid solus.

Cupid. Now Cupid cause the Carthaginian Queene,
To be inamourd of thy brothers lookes,
Conuey this golden arrowe in thy sleeue,
Lest she imagine thou art Venus sonne: 
And when she strokes thee softly on the head,
Then shall I touch her breast and conquer her.

Enter Iarbus, Anna, and Dido.

Iar. How long faire Dido shall I pine for thee? 
Tis not enough that thou doest graunt me loue,
But that I may enioy what I desire: 
That loue is childish which consists in words.

Dido. Iarbus, know that thou of all my wooers
(And yet haue I had many mightier Kings)
Hast had the greatest fauours I could giue: 
I feare me Dido hath been counted light,
In being too familiar with Iarbus: 
Albeit the Gods doe know no wanton thought
Had euer residence in Didos breast.

Iar. But Dido is the fauour I request.

Dido. Feare not Iarbus, Dido may be thine.

Anna. Looke sister how AEneas little sonne Playes with your garments and imbraceth you.

Cupid. No Dido will not take me in her armes, I shall not be her sonne, she loues me not.

Dido. Weepe not sweet boy, thou shalt be Didos sonne,
Sit in my lap and let me heare thee sing. 
No more my child, now talke another while,
And tell me where learnst thou this pretie song?

Cupid. My cosin Helen taught it me in Troy.

Dido. How louely is Ascanius when he smiles?

Cupid. Will Dido let me hang about her necke?

Dido. I wagge, and giue thee leaue to kisse her to.

Cupid. What will you giue me? now Ile haue this Fanne.

Dido. Take it Ascanius, for thy fathers sake.