Such bow, such quiver, and such golden shafts,
Will Dido give to sweete Ascanius:
For Didos sake I take thee in my armes,
And sticke these spangled feathers in thy hat,
Eate Comfites in mine armes, and I will sing. [Song.]
Now is he fast asleepe, and in this grove
Amongst greene brakes Ile lay Ascanius,
And strewe him with sweete smelling Violets,
Blushing Roses, purple
Hyacinthe
:
These milke white Doves shall be his Centronels:
Who if that any seeke to doe him hurt,
Will quickly fiye to
Cithereas
fist.
Now Cupid turne thee to Ascanius shape,
And goe to Dido, who in stead of him
Will set thee on her lap and play with thee:
Then touch her white breast with this arrow head,
That she may dote upon Aeneas love:
And by that meanes repaire his broken ships,
Victuall his Souldiers, give him wealthie gifts,
And he at last depart to Italy,
Or els in Carthage make his kingly throne.
