Æn. Well may I view her, but she sees not me.
Enter Dido and her traine.
Dido. What stranger art thou that doest eye me thus?
Æn. Sometime I was a Troian mightie Queene: But Troy is not, what shall I say I am?
Illio. Renowmed Dido, tis our Generall: warlike Æneas.
Dido. Warlike Æneas, and in these base robes? Goe fetch the garment which Sicheus ware: Braue Prince, welcome to Carthage and to me, Both happie that Æneas is our guest: Sit in this chaire and banquet with a Queene, Æneas is Æneas, were he clad In weedes as bad as euer Irus ware.
Æn. This is no seate for one thats comfortles,
May it please your grace to let Æneas waite:
For though my birth be great, my fortunes meane,
Too meane to be companion to a Queene.
Dido. Thy fortune may be greater then thy birth,
Sit downe Æneas, sit in Didos place,
And if this be thy sonne as I suppose,
Here let him sit, be merrie louely child.
Æn. This place beseemes me not, O pardon me.
Dido. Ile haue it so, Æneas be content.