Exit.
ACT FOUR, SCENE THREE
Enter Aeneas alone.
AENEAS. Carthage, my friendly host, adieu,
Since destiny doth call me from thy shore.
Hermes this night, descending in a dream,
Hath summoned me to fruitful Italy.
Jove wills it so. My mother wills it so.
Let my Phoenissa grant, and then I go.
Grant she or no, Aeneas must away,
Whose golden fortunes, clogged with courtly ease,
Cannot ascend to fame's immortal house
Or banquet in bright honour's burnished hall,
Till he hath furrowed Neptune's glassy fields
And cut a passage through his topless hills.
Achates, come forth! Sergestus, Ilioneus,
Cloanthus, haste away! Aeneas calls.
Enter Achates, Cloanthus, Sergestus, and Ilioneus.
ACHATES. What wills our lord, or wherefore did he call?
AENEAS. The dreams, (brave mates) that did beset my bed,
When sleep but newly had embraced the night,
Commands me leave these unrenowned realms,
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 wait,
And follow them, as footmen, 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 afar,
"And let me link thy body to my lips,
That, tied 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 stars in all.
This is no life for men-at-arms to live,
Where dalliance doth consume a soldier's strength,
And wanton motions of alluring eyes
Effeminate our minds, inured to war.
ILIONEUS. Why, let us build a city of our own,
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.
CLOANTHUS. To Italy, sweet friends, to Italy!
We will not stay a minute longer here.
AENEAS. Trojans aboard, and I will follow you.
Exeunt all except Aeneas.
I fain would go, yet beauty calls me back.
To leave her so and not once say farewell
Were to transgress against all laws of love,
But if I use such ceremonious thanks
As parting friends accustom on the shore,
Her silver arms will coil me round about
And tears of pearl cry, "Stay, Aeneas, stay."
Each word she says will then contain a crown,
And every speech be ended with a kiss.
I may not 'dure this female drudgery.
To sea, Aeneas! Find out Italy!
Exit.
ACT FOUR, SCENE FOUR
Enter Dido and Anna.
DIDO. O, Anna, run unto the waterside.
They say Aeneas' men are going aboard;
It may be he will steal away with them.
Stay not to answer me. Run, Anna, run.
Exit Anna.
O foolish Trojans that would steal from hence
And not let Dido understand their drift.
I would have given Achates store of gold
And Ilioneus gum and Libyan spice,
The common soldiers rich embroidered coats
And silver whistles to control the winds,
Which Circes sent Sichaeus when he lived.
Unworthy are they of a queen's reward.
See where they come. How might I do to chide?
Enter Anna, with Aeneas, Achates,
Ilioneus, and Sergestus.
ANNA. 'Twas time to run. Aeneas had been gone;
The sails were hoisting up and he aboard.
AENEAS. O princely Dido, give me leave to speak.
I went to take my farewell of Achates.
DIDO. How haps Achates bid me not farewell?
ACHATES. Because I feared your grace would keep me here.
DIDO. To rid thee of that doubt, aboard again.
I charge thee put to sea, and stay not here.
ACHATES.