_Venus._ Such honour, stranger, doe I not affect:
It is the vse for Turen maides to weare
Their bowe and quiuer in this modest sort,
And suite themselues in purple for the nonce,
That they may trip more lightly ore the lawndes,
And ouertake the tusked Bore in chase.
But for the land whereof thou doest enquire,
It is the punick kingdome rich and strong,
Adioyning on _Agenors_ stately towne,
The kingly seate of Southerne _Libia_,
Whereas Sidonian _Dido_ rules as Queene.
But what are you that aske of me these things?
Whence may you come, or whither will you goe?

_Æn._ Of _Troy_ am I, _Æneas_ is my name,
Who driuen by warre from forth my natiue world,
Put sailes to sea to seeke out _Italy_;
And my diuine descent from sceptred _Iove_,
With twise twelue Phrigian ships I plowed the deepe,
And made that way my mother _Venus_ led:
But of them all scarce seuen doe anchor safe,
And they so wrackt and weltred by the waues,
As euery tide tilts twixt their oken sides:
And all of them vnburdened of their loade,
Are ballassed with billowes watrie weight.
But haples I, God wot, poore and vnknowne,
Doe trace these Libian deserts all despisde,
Exild forth _Europe_ and wide _Asia_ both,
And haue not any couerture but heauen.