Enter [481] Cupid as Ascanius.
Cup. Now, Cupid, cause the Carthaginian queen To be enamour'd of thy brother's looks: Convey this golden arrow in thy sleeve, Lest she imagine thou art Venus' son; And when she strokes thee softly on the head, Then shall I touch her breast and conquer her.
Enter Dido, Anna, and Iarbas.
Iar. How long, fair Dido, shall I pine for thee? 'Tis not enough that thou dost grant me love, But that I may enjoy what I desire: That love is childish which consists in words.10
Dido. Iarbas, know, that thou, of all my wooers,— And yet have I had many mightier kings,— Hast had the greatest favours I could give. I fear me, Dido hath been counted light In being too familiar with Iarbas; Albeit the gods do know, no wanton thought Had ever residence in Dido's breast.
Iar. But Dido is the favour I request.
Dido. Fear not, Iarbas; Dido may be thine.
Anna. Look, sister, how Æneas' little son20 Plays with your garments and embraceth you.
Cup. No, Dido will not take me in her arms; I shall not be her son, she loves me not.
Dido. Weep not, sweet boy; thou shalt be Dido's son: Sit in my lap, and let me hear thee sing. [Cupid sings. No more, my child; now talk another while, And tell me where learn'dst thou this pretty song.