Nurse. That I might liue to see this boy a man,
How pretilie he laughs, goe ye wagge,
Youle be a twigger when you come to age. 
Say Dido what she will I am not old,
Ile be no more a widowe, I am young,
Ile haue a husband, or els a louer.

Cupid. A husband and no teeth!

Nurse. O what meane I to haue such foolish thoughts! 
Foolish is loue, a toy, O sacred loue,
If there be any heauen in earth, tis loue: 
Especially in women of your yeares. 
Blush blush for shame, why shouldst thou thinke of loue? 
A graue, and not a louer fits thy age: 
A graue, why?  I may liue a hundred yeares,
Fourescore is but a girles age, loue is sweete: 
My vaines are withered, and my sinewes drie,
Why doe I thinke of loue now I should dye?

Cupid. Come Nurse.

Nurse. Well, if he come a wooing he shall speede, O how vnwise was I to say him nay! Exeunt.

Actus 5.

Enter AEneas with a paper in his hand, drawing the platforme of the citie, with him Achates, Cloanthus, and Illieneus.

AEn. Triumph my mates, our trauels are at end,
Here will AEneas build a statelier Troy,
Then that which grim Atrides ouerthrew: 
Carthage shall vaunt her pettie walles no more,
For I will grace them with a fairer frame,
And clad her in a Chrystall liuerie,
Wherein the day may euermore delight: 
From golden India Ganges will I fetch,
Whose wealthie streames may waite vpon her towers,
And triple wise intrench her round about: 
The Sunne from Egypt shall rich odors bring,
Wherewith his burning beames like labouring Bees,
That loade their thighes with Hyblas honeys spoyles,
Shall here vnburden their exhaled sweetes,
And plant our pleasant suburbes with her fumes.

Acha. What length or bredth shal this braue towne c[=o]taine?

AEn. Not past foure thousand paces at the most.

Illio. But what shall it be calde, Troy as before?

AEn. That haue I not determinde with my selfe.

Cloan. Let it be term’d AEnea by your name.

Serg. Rather Ascania by your little sonne.

AEn. Nay, I will haue it calde Anchisaon, Of my old fathers name.

Enter Hermes with Ascanius.

Hermes. AEneas stay, Ioues Herald bids thee stay.

AEn. Whom doe I see, Ioues winged messenger?  Welcome to Carthage new erected towne.