Dido. Are these the sailes that in despight of me,
Packt with the windes to beare AEneas hence? 
Ile hang ye in the chamber where I lye,
Driue if you can my house to Italy: 
Ile set the casement open that the windes
May enter in, and once againe conspire
Against the life of me poore Carthage Queene: 
But though he goe, he stayes in Carthage still,
And let rich Carthage fleete vpon the seas,
So I may haue AEneas in mine armes. 
Is this the wood that grew in Carthage plaines,
And would be toyling in the watrie billowes,
To rob their mistresse of her Troian guest? 
O cursed tree, hadst thou but wit or sense,
To measure how I prize AEneas loue,
Thou wouldst haue leapt from out the Sailers hands,
And told me that AEneas ment to goe: 
And yet I blame thee not, thou art but wood. 
The water which our Poets terme a Nimph,
Why did it suffer thee to touch her breast,
And shrunke not backe, knowing my loue was there? 
The water is an Element, no Nimph,
Why should I blame AEneas for his flight? 
O Dido, blame not him, but breake his oares,
These were the instruments that launcht him forth,
Theres not so much as this base tackling too,
But dares to heape vp sorrowe to my heart: 
Was it not you that hoysed vp these sailes? 
Why burst you not, and they fell in the seas? 
For this will Dido tye ye full of knots,
And sheere ye all asunder with her hands: 
Now serue to chastize shipboyes for their faults,
Ye shall no more offend the Carthage Queene,
Now let him hang my fauours on his masts,
And see if those will serue in steed of sailes: 
For tackling, let him take the chaines of gold,
Which I bestowd vpon his followers: 
In steed of oares, let him vse his hands,
And swim to Italy, Ile keepe these sure: 
Come beare them in. Exit.

Enter the Nurse with Cupid for Ascanius.

Nurse. My Lord Ascanius, ye must goe with me.

Cupid. Whither must I goe?  Ile stay with my mother.

Nurse. No, thou shalt goe with me vnto my house,
I haue an Orchard that hath store of plums,
Browne Almonds, Seruises, ripe Figs and Dates,
Dewberries, Apples, yellow Orenges,
A garden where are Bee hiues full of honey,
Musk-roses, and a thousand sort of flowers,
And in the midst doth run a siluer streame,
Where thou shalt see the red gild fishes leape,
White Swannes, and many louely water fowles: 
Now speake Ascanius, will ye goe or no?

Cupid. Come come Ile goe, how farre hence is your house?

Nurse. But hereby child, we shall get thither straight.

Cupid. Nurse I am wearie, will you carrie me?

Nurse. I, so youle dwell with me and call me mother.

Cupid. So youle loue me, I care not if I doe.