_Serg._ You are _Achates_, or I deciu'd.

_Acha._ _Æneas_ see _Sergestus_ or his ghost.

_Illio._ He meanes _Æneas_, let vs kisse his feete.

_Cloan._ It is our Captaine, see _Ascanius_.

_Serg._ Liue long _Æneas_ and _Ascanius_.

_Æn._ _Achates_, speake, for I am ouerioyed.

_Acha._ O _Illioneus_, art thou yet aliue?

_Illio._ Blest be the time I see _Achates_ face.

_Cloan._ Why turnes _Æneas_ from his trustie friends?

_Æn._ _Sergestus_, _Illioneus_ and the rest,
Your sight amazde me, O what destinies
Haue brought my sweete companions in such plight?
O tell me, for I long to be resolu'd.

_Illio._ Louely _Æneas_, these are Carthage walles,
And here Queene _Dido_ weares th'imperiall Crowne,
Who for _Troyes_ sake hath entertaind vs all,
And clad vs in these wealthie robes we weare.
Oft hath she askt vs vnder whom we seru'd,
And when we told her she would weepe for griefe,
Thinking the sea had swallowed vp thy ships,