ACT V.
SCENE I.
Enter Æneas, [538] with a paper in his hand, drawing the platform [539] of the city; Achates, Sergestus, Cloanthus, and Ilioneus.
Æn. Triumph, my mates! our travels are at end: Here will Æneas build a statelier Troy Than that which grim Atrides overthrew. Carthage shall vaunt her petty walls no more; For I will grace them with a fairer frame, And clad her in a crystal livery, Wherein the day may evermore delight; From golden India Ganges will I fetch, Whose wealthy streams may wait upon her towers, And triple-wise entrench her round about;10 The sun from Egypt shall rich odours bring, Wherewith his burning beams (like labouring bees That load their thighs with Hybla's honey-spoils) [540] Shall here unburden their exhalèd sweets, And plant our pleasant suburbs with their [541] fumes.
Ach. What length or breadth shall this brave town contain?
Æn. Not past four thousand paces at the most.
Ili. But what shall it be call'd? Troy, as before?
Æn. That have I not determin'd with myself.
Clo. Let it be term'd Ænea, by your name.20
Serg. Rather Ascania, by your little son.