Acha. I saw this man at Troy ere Troy was sackt.

AEn. I this in Greece when Paris stole faire Helen.

Illio. This man and I were at Olympus games.

Serg. I know this face, he is a Persian borne, I traueld with him to AEtolia.

Cloan. And I in Athens with this gentleman, Vnlesse I be deceiu’d disputed once.

Dido. But speake AEneas, know you none of these?

AEn. No Madame, but it seemes that these are Kings.

Dido. All these and others which I neuer sawe,
Haue been most vrgent suiters for my loue,
Some came in person, others sent their Legats: 
Yet none obtaind me, I am free from all,
And yet God knowes intangled vnto one. 
This was an Orator, and thought by words
To compasse me, but yet he was deceiu’d: 
And this a Spartan Courtier vaine and wilde,
But his fantastick humours pleasde not me: 
This was Alcion, a Musition,
But playd he nere so sweet, I let him goe: 
This was the wealthie King of Thessaly,
But I had gold enough and cast him off: 
This Meleagers sonne, a warlike Prince,
But weapons gree not with my tender yeares: 
The rest are such as all the world well knowes,
Yet how I sweare by heauen and him I loue,
I was as farre from loue, as they from hate.

AEn. O happie shall he be whom Dido loues.

Dido. Then neuer say that thou art miserable,
Because it may be thou shalt be my loue: 
Yet boast not of it, for I loue thee not,
And yet I hate thee not:  O if I speake
I shall betray my selfe:  AEneas speake,
We two will goe a hunting in the woods,
But not so much for thee, thou art but one,
As for Achates, and his followers. Exeunt.

Enter Iuno to Ascanius asleepe.

Iuno. Here lyes my hate, AEneas cursed brat,
The boy wherein false destinie delights,
The heire of furie, the fauorite of the face,
That vgly impe that shall outweare my wrath,
And wrong my deitie with high disgrace: 
But I will take another order now,
And race th’eternall Register of time: 
Troy shall no more call him her second hope,
Nor Venus triumph in his tender youth: 
For here in spight of heauen Ile murder him,
And feede infection with his left out life: 
Say Paris, now shall Venus haue the ball? 
Say vengeance, now shall her Ascanius dye. 
O no God wot, I cannot watch my time,
Nor quit good turnes with double fee downe told: 
Tut, I am simple without made to hurt,
And haue no gall at all to grieue my foes: 
But lustfull Ioue and his adulterous child,
Shall finde it written on confusions front,
That onely Iuno rules in Rhamnuse towne.