Venus. Well could I like this reconcilements meanes,
But much I feare my sonne will nere consent,
Whose armed soule alreadie on the sea,
Darts forth her light to Lauinias shoare.

Iuno. Faire Queene of loue, I will deuorce these doubts,
And finde the way to wearie such fond thoughts: 
This day they both a hunting forth will ride
Into these woods, adioyning to these walles,
When in the midst of all their gamesome sports,
Ile make the Clowdes dissolue their watrie workes,
And drench Siluanus dwellings with their shewers,
Then in one Caue the Queene and he shall meete,
And interchangeably discourse their thoughts,
Whose short conclusion will seale vp their hearts,
Vnto the purpose which we now propound.

Venus. Sister, I see you sauour of my wiles,
Be it as you will haue for this once,
Meane time, Ascanius shall be my charge,
Whom I will beare to Ida in mine armes,
And couch him in Adonis purple downe, Exeunt.

Enter Dido, AEneas, Anna, Iarbus, Achates, and followers.

Dido. AEneas, thinke not but I honor thee,
That thus in person goe with thee to hunt: 
My princely robes thou seest are layd aside,
Whose glittering pompe Dianas shrowdes supplies,
All fellowes now disposde alike to sporte,
The woods are wide, and we haue store of game: 
Faire Troian, hold my golden bowe awhile,
Vntill I gird my quiuer to my side: 
Lords goe before, we two must talke alone.

Iar. Vngentle, can she wrong Iarbus so?  Ile dye before a stranger haue that grace:  We two will talke alone, what words be these?

Dido. What makes Iarbus here of all the rest?  We could haue gone without your companie.

AEn. But loue and duetie led him on perhaps, To presse beyond acceptance to your sight.

Iar. Why man of Troy, doe I offend thine eyes?  Or art thou grieude thy betters presse so nye?

Dido. How now Getulian, are ye growne so braue, To challenge vs with your comparisons?  Pesant, goe seeke companions like thy selfe, And meddle not with any that I loue:  AEneas, be not moude at what he sayes, For otherwhile he will be out of ioynt.

Iar. Women may wrong by priuiledge of loue: 
But should that man of men (Dido except)
Haue taunted me in these opprobrious termes,
I would haue either drunke his dying bloud,
Or els I would haue giuen my life in gage?

Dido. Huntsmen, why pitch you not your toyles apace, And rowse the light foote Deere from forth their laire.

Anna. Sister, see see Ascanius in his pompe, Bearing his huntspeare brauely in his hand.

Dido. Yea little sonne, are you so forward now?

Asca. I mother, I shall one day be a man,
And better able vnto other armes,
Meane time these wanton weapons serue my warre,
Which I will breake betwixt a Lyons iawes.