And now she sees thee how will she reioyce?

_Serg._ See where her seruitors passe through the hall
Bearing a banket, _Dido_ is not farre.

_Illio._ Looke where she comes: _Æneas_ viewd her well.

_Æn._ Well may I view her, but she sees not me.

_Enter Dido and her traine._

_Dido._ What stranger art thou that doest eye me thus?

_Æn._ Sometime I was a Troian mightie Queene:
But _Troy_ is not, what shall I say I am?

_Illio._ Renowmed _Dido_, tis our Generall: warlike _Æneas_.

_Dido._ Warlike _Æneas_, and in these base robes?
Goe fetch the garment which _Sicheus_ ware:
Braue Prince, welcome to Carthage and to me,
Both happie that _Æneas_ is our guest:
Sit in this chaire and banquet with a Queene,
_Æneas_ is _Æneas_, were he clad
In weedes as bad as euer _Irus_ ware.

_Æn._ This is no seate for one thats comfortles,
May it please your grace to let _Æneas_ waite:
For though my birth be great, my fortunes meane,
Too meane to be companion to a Queene.