Dido. Iarbus, know that thou of all my wooers
(And yet haue I had many mightier Kings)
Hast had the greatest fauours I could giue:
I feare me Dido hath been counted light,
In being too familiar with Iarbus:
Albeit the Gods doe know no wanton thought
Had euer residence in Didos breast.
Iar. But Dido is the fauour I request.
Dido. Feare not Iarbus, Dido may be thine.
Anna. Looke sister how Æneas little sonne Playes with your garments and imbraceth you.
Cupid. No Dido will not take me in her armes, I shall not be her sonne, she loues me not.
Dido. Weepe not sweet boy, thou shalt be Didos sonne,
Sit in my lap and let me heare thee sing.
No more my child, now talke another while,
And tell me where learnst thou this pretie song?
Cupid. My cosin Helen taught it me in Troy.
Dido. How louely is Ascanius when he smiles?
Cupid. Will Dido let me hang about her necke?
Dido. I wagge, and giue thee leaue to kisse her to.