Dido. Thy fortune may be greater than thy birth: Sit down, Æneas, sit in Dido's place; And, if this be thy son, as I suppose, Here let him sit.—Be merry, lovely child.
Æn. This place beseems me not; O, pardon me!
Dido. I'll have it so; Æneas, be content.
Asc. Madam, you shall be my mother.
Dido. And so I will, sweet child.—Be merry, man: Here's to thy better fortune and good stars. [Drinks.
Æn. In all humility, I thank your grace.100
Dido. Remember who thou art; speak like thyself: Humility belongs to common grooms.
Æn. And who so miserable as Æneas is?
Dido. Lies it in Dido's hands to make thee blest? Then be assur'd thou art not miserable.
Æn. O Priamus, O Troy, O Hecuba!