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?
Serg. See where her seruitors passe through the hall Bearing a banket, Dido is not farre.
Illio. Looke where she comes: Æneas viewd her well.