Æn. Ah Troy is sackt, and Priamus is dead, And why should poore Æneas be aliue?
Asca. Sweete father leaue to weepe, this is not he: For were it Priam he would smile on me.
Acha. Æneas see here come the Citizens, Leaue to lament lest they laugh at our feares.
Enter Cloanthus, Sergestus, Illioneus.
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.
Illio. I heare Æneas voyce, but see him not, For none of these can be our Generall.
Acha. Like Illioneus speakes this Noble man, But Illioneus goes not in such robes.
Serg. You are Achates, or I deciu'd.
Acha. Æneas see Sergestus or his ghost.
Illio. He meanes Æneas, let vs kisse his feete.