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A grave! why, I may live a hundred years;
Fourscore is but a girl's age: love is sweet.—
My veins are wither'd, and my sinews dry:
Why do I think of love, now I should die?
Cup. Come, nurse.
Nurse. Well, if he come a-wooing, he shall speed:
O, how unwise was I to say him nay![Exeunt.


ACT V.

Enter 2ENEAS, * with a paper in his hand, drawing the plat- form t of the city ; ACHATES, SERGESTDS, CLOANTHUS, and ILIONEUS. Triumph,, my mates !. our travels are at end : Here will JSneaa build a statelier Troy Than that which grim Atrides overthrew, Carthage shall vaunt her petty walls no more ;. For I will grace them with a fairer frame, And clad + her in a crystal livery,, Wherein the day may evermore delight ; From golden India Ganges will I fetch, Whose wealthy streams may wait upon her towers, And triple-wise entrench her round about ; The sun from Egypt shall rich odours bring, Wherewith his burning beams (like labouring bees That load their thighs with Hybla's honey-spoils ) Shall here unburden their exhaled sweets, And plant our pleasant suburbs with their |j fumes. Ach. What length or breadth shall this brave town contain ? jEn. Not past four thousand paces at the most. Hi. But what shall it be call'dfc Troy, as before ] jn. That have I not determin'd with myself. Clo. Let it be term'd yEnea, by your name. Serg. Rather Ascania, by your little son. JEn. Nay, I will have it called Anchisaeon y Of my old father's name. Enter HERMES with ASCAXIUS. Her. 2Eneas, stay; Jove's herald bids thee stay. jEn. Whom do I see 1 Jove's winged messenger ! Welcome to Carthage' new-erected town. Her. Why, cousin, stand you building cities here, And beautifying the empire of this queen, While Italy is clean out of thy mind ] Too-too forgetful of thine own affairs, Why wilt thou so betray thy son's good hap The king of gods sent me from highest heaven, To sound this angry message in thine ears ; Vain man, what monarchy expecf st thou here ? Or with what thought sleep'st thou in Libya- shore ? If that all glory hath forsaken thee, And thou despise the praise of such attempts, Yet think upon Ascanius' prophecy, And young lulus' more than thousand years, Whom I have brought from Ida, where he slept, And bore young- Cupid unto Cyprus' isle. ^En. This was my mother that beguil'd the queen, And made me take my brother for my son : No marvel, Dido, though thou be in love, That, daily dandiest Cupid in thy arms. Welcome, sweet child : where hast thou been this long ? Asc. Eating sweet comfits with Queen Dido's maid, Who ever since hath lull'd me in her arms. jn. Sergestus, bear him hence unto our ships, Lest Dido, spying him, keep him for a pledge. [Exit SEKGESTCS with ASCANICS. Her. Spend'st thou thy time about this little boy, And giv'st not ear unto the charge I bring 1 I tell thee, thou must straight to Italy, Or else abide the wrath of frowning Jove. [Exit. JEn. How should I put into the raging deep, Who have no sails nor tackling for my ships ] What, would the gods have me, Deucalion -like, Float up and down where'er the billows drive 1 Though she repair'd my fleet and gave me ships, Yet hath she ta'en away my oars and masts, And left me neither sail nor stern * aboard.