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Enter AEneas alone.]
AENEAS.
Carthage, my friendly host adue,
Since destiny doth call me from the shore:
Hermes this night descending in a dreame,
Hath summond me to fruitfull Italy:
Jove wils it so, my mother wils it so:
Let my Phenissa grant, and then I go:
Grant 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 calls.
[Enter Achates, Cloanthus, Sergestus, and Illioneus.]
ACHATES.
What willes our Lord, or wherefore did he call?
AENEAS.
The dreames (brave mates) that did beset my bed,
When sleep but newly had imbrast the night,
Commands me leave these unrenowmed beams,
Whereas Nobility abhors to stay,
And none but base Aeneas will abide:
aboard, aboard, since Fates do bid aboard,
And slice the Sea with sable coloured ships,
On whom the nimble winds may all day waight,
And follow them as footemen through the deep:
Yet Dido casts her eyes like anchors out,
To stay my Fleet from loosing forth the Bay:
Come back, come back, I hear her cry a farre,
And let me linke my bodie to my lips,
That tyed together by the striving tongues,
We may as one sail into Italy.
ACHATES.
Banish that ticing dame from forth your mouth,
And follow your foreseeing starres in all;
This is no life for men at arms to live,
Where daliance doth consume a soldiers strength,
And wanton motions of alluring eyes,
Effeminate our minds inur'd to war.
ILIONEUS.
Why, let us build a City of our owne,
And not stand lingering here for amorous looks:
Will Dido raise old Priam forth his grave,
And build the town again the Greeks did burn?
No no, she cares not how we sink or swim,
So she may have Aeneas in her arms.
Cloan.
To Italy, sweet friends to Italy,
We will not stay a minute longer here.
AENEAS.
Trojans aboard, and I will follow you,
I faine would go, yet beauty calls me back:
To leave her so and not once say farewell,
Were to transgresse against all laws of love:
But if I use such ceremonious Thanks,
As parting friends accustom on the shore,
Her silver arms will coll me round about,
And tears of pearl, cry stay, Aeneas, stay:
Each word she sayes will then containe a Crown,
And every speech be ended with a kisse:
I may not dure this female drudgerie,
To sea Aeneas, find out Italy.
[Exit.] _
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