Æn. Where am I now? these should be Carthage walles.

      Acha. Why stands my sweete Æneas thus amazde?

      Æn. O my Achates, Theban Niobe,

      Who for her sonnes death wept out life and breath,

      And drie with griefe was turnd into a stone,

      Had not such passions in her head as I.

      Me thinkes that towne there should be Troy, yon Idas hill,

      There Zanthus streame, because here's Priamus,

      And when I know it is not, then I dye.

      Ach. And in this humor is Achates to,

      I cannot choose but fall vpon my knees,

      And kisse his hand: O where is Hecuba,

      Here she was wont to sit, but sauing ayre

      Is nothing here, and what is this but stone?

      Æn. O yet this stone doth make Æneas weepe,

      And would my prayers (as Pigmalions did)

      Could giue it life, that vnder his conduct

      We might saile backe to Troy and be reuengde

      On these hard harted Grecians; which reioyce

      That nothing now is left of Priamus:

      O Priamus is left and this is he,

      Come, come abourd, pursue the hatefull Greekes.

      Acha. What means Æneas?

      Æn. Lords of this towne, or whatsoeuer stile

      Belongs vnto your name, vouchsafe of ruth

      To tell vs who inhabits this faire towne,

      What kind of people, and who gouernes them:

      For we are strangers driuen on this shore,

      And scarcely know within what Clime we are.

      Serg. You are Achates, or I deciu'd.

      Acha. Æneas see Sergestus or his ghost.

      Illio. He meanes Æneas, let vs kisse his feete.

      Cloan. It is our Captaine, see Ascanius.

      Serg. Liue long Æneas and Ascanius.

      Æn. Achates, speake, for I am ouerioyed.

      Acha. O Illioneus, art thou yet aliue?

      Illio. Blest be the time I see Achates face.

      Cloan. Why turnes Æneas from his trustie friends?

      Æn. Sergestus, Illioneus and the rest,

      Your sight amazde me, O what destinies

      Haue brought my sweete companions in such plight?

      O tell me, for I long to be resolu'd.

      Illio. Louely Æneas, these are Carthage walles,

      And here Queene Dido weares th'imperiall Crowne,

      Who for Troyes sake hath entertaind vs all,

      And clad vs in these wealthie robes we weare.

      Oft hath she askt vs vnder whom we seru'd,

      And when we told her she would weepe for griefe,

      Thinking the sea had swallowed vp thy ships,

      And now she sees thee how will she reioyce?

      Illio. Looke where she comes: Æneas viewd her well.

      Æn. Well may I view her, but she sees not me.

      Dido. What stranger art thou that doest eye me thus?

      Illio. Renowmed Dido, tis our Generall: warlike Æneas.

      Æn. This is no seate for one thats comfortles,