Dido. No, for thy sake Ile loue thy father well. 
O dull conceipted Dido, that till now
Didst neuer thinke AEneas beautifull: 
But now for quittance of this ouersight,
Ile make me bracelets of his golden haire,
His glistering eyes shall be my looking glasse,
His lips an altar, where Ile offer vp
As many kisses as the Sea hath sands,
In stead of musicke I will heare him speake,
His lookes shall be my only Librarie,
And thou AEneas, Didos treasurie,
In whose faire bosome I will locke more wealth,
Then twentie thousand Indiaes can affoord: 
O here he comes, loue, loue, giue Dido leaue
To be more modest then her thoughts admit,
Lest I be made a wonder to the world.
Achates, how doth Carthage please your Lord?

Acha. That will AEneas shewe your maiestie.

Dido. AEneas art thou there?

AEn. I vnderstand your highnesse sent for me.

Dido. No, but now thou art here, tell me in sooth, In what might Dido highly pleasure thee.

AEn. So much haue I receiu’d at Didos hands,
As without blushing I can aske no more: 
Yet Queene of Affricke, are my ships vnrigd,
My Sailes all rent in sunder with the winde,
My Oares broken, and my Tackling lost,
Yea all my Nauie split with Rockes and Shelfes: 
Nor Sterne nor Anchor haue our maimed Fleete,
Our Masts the furious windes strooke ouer bourd: 
Which piteous wants if Dido will supplie,
We will account her author of our liues.

Dido. AEneas, Ile repaire thy Troian ships,
Conditionally that thou wilt stay with me,
And let Achates saile to Italy: 
Ile giue thee tackling made of riueld gold,
Wound on the barkes of odoriferous trees,
Oares of massie Iuorie full of holes,
Through which the water shall delight to play: 
Thy Anchors shall be hewed from Christall Rockes,
Which if thou lose shall shine aboue the waues;
The Masts whereon thy swelling sailes shall hang,
Hollow Pyramides of siluer plate: 
The sailes of foulded Lawne, where shall be wrought
The warres of Troy, but not Troyes ouerthrow: 
For ballace, emptie Didos treasurie,
Take what ye will, but leaue AEneas here.
Achates, thou shalt be so meanly clad,
As Seaborne Nymphes shall swarme about thy ships,
And wanton Mermaides court thee with sweete songs,
Flinging in fauours of more soueraigne worth,
Then Thetis hangs about Apolloes necke,
So that AEneas may but stay with me.

AEn. Wherefore would Dido haue AEneas stay?

Dido. To warre against my bordering enemies: 
AEneas, thinke not Dido is in loue: 
For if that any man could conquer me,
I had been wedded ere AEneas came: 
See where the pictures of my suiters hang,
And are not these as faire as faire may be?