Cupid. Come Nurse.
Nurse. Well, if he come a wooing he shall speede, O how vnwise was I to say him nay! Exeunt.
Actus 5.
Enter Æneas with a paper in his hand, drawing the platforme of the citie, with him Achates, Cloanthus, and Illieneus.
Æn. Triumph my mates, our trauels are at end,
Here will Æneas build a statelier Troy,
Then that which grim Atrides ouerthrew:
Carthage shall vaunt her pettie walles no more,
For I will grace them with a fairer frame,
And clad her in a Chrystall liuerie,
Wherein the day may euermore delight:
From golden India Ganges will I fetch,
Whose wealthie streames may waite vpon her towers,
And triple wise intrench her round about:
The Sunne from Egypt shall rich odors bring,
Wherewith his burning beames like labouring Bees,
That loade their thighes with Hyblas honeys spoyles,
Shall here vnburden their exhaled sweetes,
And plant our pleasant suburbes with her fumes.
Acha. What length or bredth shal this braue towne cōtaine?
Æn. Not past foure thousand paces at the most.
Illio. But what shall it be calde, Troy as before?
Æn. That haue I not determinde with my selfe.
Cloan. Let it be term'd Ænea by your name.