Enter Anna.

Anna. How now Iarbus, at your prayers so hard?

Iar. I Anna, is there ought you would with me?

Anna. Nay, no such waightie busines of import,
But may be slackt vntill another time: 
Yet if you would partake with me the cause
Of this deuotion that detaineth you,
I would be thankfull for such curtesie.

Iar. Anna, against this Troian doe I pray, Who seekes to rob me of thy Sisters loue, And dive into her heart by coloured lookes.

Anna. Alas poore King that labours so in vaine.  For her that so delighteth in thy paine:  Be rul’d by me, and seeke some other loue, Whose yeelding heart may yeeld thee more reliefe.

Iar. Mine eye is fixt where fancie cannot start,
O leaue me, leaue me to my silent thoughts,
That register the numbers of my ruth,
And I will either moue the thoughtles flint,
Or drop out both mine eyes in drisling teares,
Before my sorrowes tide haue any stint.

Anna. I will not leaue Iarbus whom I loue, In this delight of dying pensiuenes:  Away with Dido, Anna be thy song, Anna that doth admire thee more then heauen.

Iar. I may nor will list to such loathsome chaunge,
That intercepts the course of my desire: 
Seruants, come fetch these emptie vessels here,
For I will flye from these alluring eyes,
That doe pursue my peace where ere it goes. Exit.

Anna. Iarbus stay, louing Iarbus stay,
For I haue honey to present thee with: 
Hard hearted, wilt not deigne to heare me speake,
Ile follow thee with outcryes nere the lesse,
And strewe thy walkes with my discheueld haire. Exit.

Enter AEneas alone.

AEn. Carthage, my friendly host adue,
Since destinie doth call me from the shoare: 
Hermes this night descending in a dreame,
Hath summond me to fruitfull Italy: 
Ioue wils it so, my mother wils it so: 
Let my Phenissa graunt, and then I goe: 
Graunt she or no, AEneas must away,
Whose golden fortunes clogd with courtly ease,
Cannot ascend to Fames immortall house,
Or banquet in bright honors burnisht hall,
Till he hath furrowed Neptunes glassie fieldes,
And cut a passage through his toples hilles: 
Achates come forth, Sergestus, Illioneus,
Cloanthus, haste away, AEneas calles.

Enter Achates, Cloanthus, Sergestus, and Illioneus.

Acha. What willes our Lord, or wherefore did he call?