Anna. O what became of aged Hecuba?
Iar. How got Æneas to the fleete againe?
Dido. But how scapt Helen, she that causde this warre?
Æn. Achates speake, sorrow hath tired me quite.
Acha. What happened to the Queene we cannot shewe,
We heare they led her captiue into Greece,
As for Æneas he swomme quickly backe,
And Helena betraied Diiphobus
Her Louer, after Alexander dyed,
And so was reconcil'd to Menelaus.
Dido. O had that ticing strumpet nere been borne:
Troian, thy ruthfull tale hath made me sad:
Come let vs thinke vpon some pleasing sport,
To rid me from these melancholly thoughts.
Exeunt omnes.
Enter Venus at another doore, and takes Ascanius by the sleeve.
Venus. Faire child stay thou with Didos waiting maide,
Ile giue thee Sugar-almonds, sweete Conserues,
A siluer girdle, and a golden purse,
And this yong Prince shall be thy playfellow.
Asca. Are you Queene Didos sonne?