Anna. Sister, see, see Ascanius in his pomp, Bearing his hunt-spear bravely in his hand!
Dido. Yea, little son, are you so forward now?
Cup. I, mother; I shall one day be a man, And better able unto other arms; Meantime these wanton weapons serve my war, Which I will break betwixt a lion's jaws.
Dido. What? dar'st thou look a lion in the face?
Cup. I; and outface him too, do what he can.40
Anna. How like his father speaketh he in all!
Æn. And mought I live to see him sack rich Thebes, And load his spear with Grecian princes' heads, Then would I wish me with Anchises' tomb, And dead to honour that hath brought me up.
Iar. And might I live to see thee shipp'd away, And hoist aloft on Neptune's hideous hills, Then would I wish me in fair Dido's arms, And dead to scorn that hath pursu'd me so. [Aside.
Æn. Stout friend Achates, dost thou know this wood?50
Ach. As I remember, here you shot the deer That saved your famish'd soldiers' lives from death, When first you set your foot upon the shore; And here we met fair Venus, virgin-like, Bearing her bow and quiver at her back.