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• The Jew of Malta.
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• Act the Third.
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• Act the Fourth.
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• Act the Fifth.
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• Edward the Second.
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• Act the Second.
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• Act the Third.
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• Act the Fourth.
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• Act the Fifth.
• Scene I.
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• The Massacre At Paris.
• Scene I.
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• Scene XIX.
• Scene XX.
• Scene XXI.
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• Scene XXIII.
• Scene XXIV.
• The Tragedy of Dido, Queen of Carthage.
• Act I.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Act II.
• Scene I.
• Act III.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.
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• Scene Iii
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• Scene V
• Act V.
• Scene I.

THE TRAGEDY OF DIDO, QUEEN OF CARTHAGE.

ACT I.

SCENE I.

Here the curtains draw: there is discoveredJupiterdandlingGanymedeupon his knee, andHermeslying asleep.

Jup.

• Come, gentle Ganymede, and play with me;
• I love thee well, say Juno what she will.

Gan.

• I am much better for your worthless love,
• That will not shield me from her shrewish blows!
• To-day, whenas I filled into your cups,
• And held the cloth of pleasance whiles you drank,
• She reached me such a rap for that I spilled,
• As made the blood run down about mine ears.

Jup.

• What? dares she strike the darling of my thoughts?
• By Saturn's soul, and this earth-threatening hair,1

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• That, shaken thrice, makes nature's buildings quake,
• I vow, if she but once frown on thee more,
• To hang her, meteor-like, 'twixt heaven and earth,
• And bind her, hand and foot, with golden cords,
• As once I did for harming Hercules!

Gan.

• Might I but see that pretty sport a-foot,
• O, how would I with Helen's brother laugh,
• And bring the gods to wonder at the game!
• Sweet Jupiter, if e'er I pleased thine eye,
• Or seemèd fair, wall'd-in with eagle's wings,1

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• Grace my immortal beauty with this boon,

Jup.

• What is't, sweet wag, I should deny thy youth?
• Whose face reflects such pleasure to mine eyes,
• As I, exhaled with thy fire-darting beams,
• Have oft driven back the horses of the Night,
• Whenas they would have haled thee from my sight.
• Sit on my knee, and call for thy content,
• Control proud Fate, and cut the thread of Time:
• Why, are not all the gods at thy command,

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• And heaven and earth the bounds of thy delight?
• Vulcan2 shall dance to make thee laughing-sport,
• And my nine daughters sing when thou art sad;
• From Juno's bird I'll pluck her spotted pride,
• To make thee fans wherewith to cool thy face;
• And Venus' swans shall shed their silver down,
• To sweeten out the slumbers of thy bed;
• Hermes no more shall show the world his wings,
• If that thy fancy in his feathers dwell,
• But, as this one, I'll tear them all from him,

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• [Plucks a feather fromHermes' wings.
• Do thou but say, “their colour pleaseth me.”
• Hold here, my little love; these linkèd gems,
• [Gives jewels.
• My Juno ware upon her marriage-day,
• Put thou about thy neck, my own sweet heart,
• And trick thy arms and shoulders with my theft.

Gan.

• I would have a jewel for mine ear,
• And a fine brooch to put in[to] my hat,
• And then I'll hug with you an hundred times.

Jup.

• And shall have, Ganymede, if thou wilt be my love.
• EnterVenus.

Ven.

• Ay, this is it: you can sit toying there,

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• And playing with that female wanton boy,
• Whiles my Æneas wanders on the seas,
• And rests a prey to every billow's pride.
• Juno, false Juno, in her chariot's pomp,
• Drawn through the heavens by steeds of Boreas' brood,
• Made Hebe to direct her airy wheels
• Into the windy country of the clouds;
• Where, finding Æolus entrenched with storms,
• And guarded with a thousand grisly ghosts,
• She humbly did beseech him for our bane,

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• And charged him drown my son with all his train.
• Then gan the winds break ope their brazen doors,
• And all Æolia to be up in arms;
• Poor Troy must now be sacked upon the sea,
• And Neptune's waves be envious men of war;
• Epeus' horse, to Ætna's hill transform'd,
• Preparèd stands to wreck their wooden walls;
• And Æolus, like Agamemnon, sounds
• The surges, his fierce soldiers, to the spoil:
• See how the night, Ulysses-like, comes forth,

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• And intercepts the day, as Dolon erst!
• Ay me! the stars supprised,1 like Rhesus' steeds,
• Are drawn by darkness forth Astræus' tents.2
• What shall I do to save thee, my sweet boy?
• Whenas the waves do threat our crystal world,
• And Proteus, raising hills of floods on high,
• Intends, ere long, to sport him in the sky.3
• False Jupiter, reward'st thou virtue so?
• What, is not piety exempt from woe?
• Then die, Æneas, in thine innocence,

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• Since that religion hath no recompense.

Jup.

• Content thee, Cytherea, in thy care,
• Since thy Æneas' wandering fate is firm,1
• Whose weary limbs shall shortly make repose
• In those fair walls I promised him of yore.
• But, first, in blood must his good fortune bud,
• Before he be the lord of Turnus' town,
• Or force her smile that hitherto hath frowned:
• Three winters shall he with the Rutiles war,
• And, in the end, subdue them with his sword;

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• And full three summers likewise shall he waste
• In managing those fierce barbarian minds;
• Which once performed, poor Troy, so long suppressed,
• From forth her ashes shall advance her head,
• And flourish once again, that erst was dead.
• But bright Ascanius, beauty's better work,
• Who with the sun divides one radiant shape,
• Shall build his throne amidst those starry towers
• That earth-born Atlas, groaning, underprops:
• No bounds, but heaven, shall bound his empery,

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• Whose azured gates, enchasèd with his name,
• Shall make the Morning haste her grey uprise,
• To feed her eyes with his engraven fame.
• Thus, in stout Hector's race, three hundred years2
• The Roman sceptre royal shall remain,
• Till that a princess-priest,3 conceived by Mars,
• Shall yield to dignity a double birth,
• Who will eternish1 Troy in their attempts.

Ven.

• How may I credit these thy flattering terms,
• When yet both sea and sands beset their ships,

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• And Phœbus, as in Stygian pools, refrains
• To taint his tresses in the Tyrrhene main?

Jup.

• I will take order for that presently.—
• Hermes, awake! and haste to Neptune's realm,
• Whereas the wind-god, warring now with fate,
• Besiege[s] th' offspring of our kingly loins:
• Charge him from me to turn his stormy powers,
• And fetter them in Vulcan's sturdy brass,
• That durst thus proudly wrong our kinsman's peace.
• [ExitHermes.
• Venus, farewell: thy son shall be our care.—

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• Come, Ganymede, we must about this gear.2
• [ExeuntJupiterandGanymede.

Ven.3

• Disquiet seas, lay down your swelling looks,
• And court Æneas with your calmy cheer,
• Whose beauteous burden well might make you proud,
• Had not the heavens, conceiv'd with hell-born clouds,
• Veil'd his resplendent glory from your view:
• For my sake, pity him, Oceanus,
• That erst-while issu'd from thy watery loins,
• And had my being from thy bubbling froth.
• Triton, I know, hath filled his trump with Troy,

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• And therefore will take pity on his toil,
• And call both Thetis and Cymothoe1
• To succour him in this extremity.
• Enteræneas, Ascanius, Achates, and others.
• What do I see? my son now come on shore?
• Venus, how art thou compassed with content,
• The while thine eyes attract their sought-for joys!
• Great Jupiter, still honoured mayst thou be
• For this so friendly aid in time of need!
• Here in this bush disguisèd will I stand,
• Whiles my Æneas spends himself in plaints,

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• And heaven and earth with his unrest acquaints.

Æn.

• You sons of care, companions of my course,
• Priam's misfortune follows us2 by sea,
• And Helen's rape doth haunt us at the heels.
• How many dangers have we overpass'd!
• Both barking Scylla,3 and the sounding rocks,
• The Cyclops' shelves, and grim Ceraunia's seat,
• Have you o'ergone, and yet remain alive.
• Pluck up your hearts, since Fate still rests our friend,
• And changing heavens may those good days return,

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• Which Pergama did vaunt in all her pride.

Ach.

• Brave prince of Troy, thou only art our god,
• That by thy virtues free'st us from annoy,
• And makes our hopes survive to coming4 joys:
• Do thou but smile, and cloudy heaven will clear,
• Whose night and day descendeth from thy brows.
• Though we be now in extreme misery,
• And rest the map of weather-beaten woe,1
• Yet shall the agèd sun shed forth his hair,2
• To make us live unto our former heat,

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• And every beast the forest doth send forth

Asc.

• Father, I faint; good father, give me meat.

Æn.

• Alas! sweet boy, thou must be still a while,
• Till we have fire to dress the meat we killed!
• Gentle Achates, reach the tinder-box,
• That we may make a fire to warm us with,
• And roast our new-found victuals on this shore.

Ven.

• See, what strange arts necessity finds out!
• How near, my sweet Æneas, art thou driven!
• [Aside.

Æn.

• Hold; take this candle, and go light a fire;

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• You shall have leaves and windfall boughs enow,
• Near to these woods, to roast your meat withal.—
• Ascanius, go and dry thy drenchèd limbs,
• Whiles I with my Achates rove abroad,
• To know what coast the wind hath driven us on,
• Or whether men or beasts inhabit it.
• [ExeuntAscaniusand others.

Ach.

• The air is pleasant, and the soil most fit
• For cities and society's supports;
• Yet much I marvel that I cannot find

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• No steps of men imprinted in the earth.

Ven.

• Now is the time for me to play my part.—
• [Aside.
• Ho, young men! saw you, as you came,1
• Any of all my sisters wandering here,
• Having a quiver girded to her side,
• And clothèd in a spotted leopard's skin?

Æn.

• I neither saw nor heard of any such.
• But what may I, fair virgin, call your name,
• Whose looks set forth no mortal form to view,
• Nor speech bewrays aught human in thy birth?

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• Thou art a goddess that delud'st our eyes,
• And shrouds thy beauty in this borrow'd shape;
• But whether thou the Sun's bright sister be,
• Or one of chaste Diana's fellow-nymphs,
• Live happy in the height of all content,
• And lighten our extremes with this one boon,
• As to instruct us under what good heaven
• We breathe as now, and what this world is called
• On which by tempests' fury we are cast:
• Tell us, O, tell us, that are ignorant!

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• And this right hand shall make thy altars crack
• With mountain-heaps of milk-white sacrifice.

Ven.

• Such honour, stranger, do I not affect:
• It is the use for Tyrian2 maids to wear
• Their bow and quiver in this modest sort,
• And suit themselves in purple for the nonce,
• That they may trip more lightly o'er the lawnds,1
• And overtake the tuskèd boar in chase.
• But for the land whereof thou dost inquire,
• It is the Punic kingdom, rich and strong,

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• Adjoining on Agenor's stately town,
• The kingly seat of Southern Libya,
• Whereas Sidonian Dido rules as queen.
• But what are you that ask of me these things?
• Whence may you come, or whither will you go?

Æn.

• Of Troy am I, Æneas is my name;
• Who, driven by war from forth my native world,
• Put sails to sea to seek out Italy;
• And my divine descent from sceptred Jove:
• With twice twelve Phrygian ships I plough'd the deep,

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• And made that way my mother Venus led;
• But of them all scarce seven do anchor safe,
• And they so wrecked and weltered by the waves,
• As every tide tilts 'twixt their oaken sides;
• And all of them, unburdened of their load,
• Are ballassèd with billows' watery weight.
• But hapless I, God wot, poor and unknown,
• Do trace these Libyan deserts, all despised,
• Exiled forth Europe and wide Asia both,
• And have not any coverture but heaven.

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Ven.

• Fortune hath favour'd thee, whate'er thou be,
• In sending thee unto this courteous coast.
• A' God's name, on! and haste thee to the court,
• Where Dido will receive ye with her smiles;
• And for thy ships, which thou supposest lost,
• Not one of them hath perish'd in the storm,
• But are arrivèd safe, not far from hence:
• And so I leave thee to thy fortune's lot,
• Wishing good luck unto thy wandering steps.
• [Exit.

Æn.

• Achates, 'tis my mother that is fled;

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• I know her by the movings of her feet.—
• Stay, gentle Venus, fly not from thy son!
• Too cruel, why wilt thou forsake me thus,
• Or in these shades1 deceiv'st mine eyes so oft?
• Why talk we not together hand in hand,
• And tell our griefs in more familiar terms?
• But thou art gone, and leav'st me here alone,
• To dull the air with my discoursive moan.

SCENE II.

Enter2Iarbas, followed byIlioneus, Cloanthus,3 , Sergestus, and others.

Ili.

• Follow, ye Trojans, follow this brave lord,
• And plain to him the sum of your distress.

Iar.

• Why, what are you, or wherefore do you sue?

Ili.

• Wretches1 of Troy, envied of the winds,
• That crave such favour at your honour's feet
• As poor distressèd misery may plead:
• Save, save, O, save our ships from cruel fire,
• That do complain the wounds of thousand waves,
• And spare our lives, whom every spite pursues!
• We come not, we, to wrong your Libyan gods,

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• Or steal your household Lares from their shrines;
• Our hands are not prepared to lawless spoil,
• Nor armèd to offend in any kind;
• Such force is far from our unweapon'd thoughts
• Whose fading weal, of victory forsook,
• Forbids all hope to harbour near our hearts.

Iar.

• But tell me, Trojans, Trojans if you be,
• Unto what fruitful quarters were ye bound,
• Before that Boreas buckled with2 your sails?

Clo.

• There is a place, Hesperia termed by us,

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• An ancient empire, famousèd for arms,
• And fertile in fair Ceres' furrowed wealth,
• Which now we call Italia, of his name
• That in such peace long time did rule the same.
• Thither made we;
• When, suddenly, gloomy Orion rose,
• And led our ships into the shallow sands,
• Whereas the southern wind with brackish breath
• Dispersed them all amongst the wreckful rocks:
• From thence a few of us escaped to land;

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• The rest, we fear, are folded in the floods.

Iar.

• Brave men-at-arms, abandon fruitless fears,
• Since Carthage knows to entertain distress.

Serg.

• Ay, but the barbarous sort do threat our ships,
• And will not let us lodge upon the sands;
• In multitudes they swarm unto the shore,

Iar.

• Myself will see they shall not trouble ye:
• Your men and you shall banquet in our court,
• And every Trojan be as welcome here

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• As Jupiter to silly Baucis'1 house.
• Come in with me; I'll bring ye to my queen,

Serg.

• Thanks, gentle lord, for such unlook'd-for grace:
• Might we but once more see Æneas' face,
• Then would we hope to quite such friendly turns,
• As shall2 surpass the wonder of our speech.
• [Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I.

Enter1æneas, Achates, Ascanius, and others.

Æn.

• Where am I now? these should be Carthage-walls.

Ach.

• Why stands my sweet Æneas thus amaz'd?

Æn.

• O my Achates, Theban Niobe,
• Who for her sons' death wept out life and breath,
• And, dry with grief, was turned into a stone,
• Had not such passions in her head as I!
• Methinks,
• That town there should be Troy, yon Ida's hill,
• There Xanthus' stream, because here's Priamus;
• And when I know it is not, then I die.

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Ach.

• And in this humour is Achates too;
• I cannot choose but fall upon my knees,
• And kiss his hand. O, where is Hecuba?
• Here she was wont to sit; but, saving air,
• Is nothing here; and what is this but stone?2

Æn.

• O, yet this stone doth make Æneas weep!
• And would my prayers (as Pygmalion's did)
• Could give it life, that under his conduct
• We might sail back to Troy, and be revenged
• On these hard-hearted Grecians which rejoice

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• That nothing now is left of Priamus!
• O, Priamus is left, and this is he!
• Come, come aboard; pursue the hateful Greeks,

Ach.

• What means Æneas?

Æn.

• Achates, though mine eyes say this is stone,
• Yet thinks my mind that this is Priamus;
• And when my grievèd heart sighs and says no,
• Then would it leap out to give Priam life.—
• O, were I not at all, so thou mightst be,—
• Achates, see, King Priam wags his hand!

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• He is alive; Troy is not overcome!

Ach.

• Thy mind, Æneas, that would have it so,
• Deludes thy eye-sight; Priamus is dead.

Æn.

• Ah, Troy is sack'd, and Priamus is dead!
• And why should poor Æneas be alive?

Asc.

• Sweet father, leave to weep; this is not he,
• For, were it Priam, he would smile on me.

Ach.

• Æneas, see, here come the citizens:
• Leave to lament, lest they laugh at our fears.1
• EnterCloanthus, Sergestus, Ilioneus, and others.

Æn.

• Lords of this town, or whatsoever style

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• Belongs unto your name, vouchsafe of ruth
• To tell us who inhabits this fair town,
• What kind of people, and who governs them;
• For we are strangers driven on this shore,
• And scarcely know within what clime we are.

Ili.

• I hear Æneas' voice, but see him not,1
• For none of these can be our general.

Ach.

• Like Ilioneus speaks this nobleman,
• But Ilioneus goes not in such robes.

Serg.

• You are Achates, or I [am] deceiv'd.

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Ach.

• Æneas, see, Sergestus, or his ghost!

Ili.

• He names2 Æneas; let us kiss his feet.

Clo.

• It is our captain; see Ascanius!

Serg.

• Live long Æneas and Ascanius!

Æn.

• Achates, speak, for I am overjoyed.

Ach.

• O Ilioneus, art thou yet alive?

Ili.

• Blest be the time I see Achates' face!

Clo.

• Why turns Æneas from his trusty friends?

Æn.

• Sergestus, Ilioneus, and the rest,
• Your sight amazed me. O, what destinies

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• Have brought my sweet companions in such
• plight?
• O, tell me, for I long to be resolved!

Ili.

• Lovely Æneas, these are Carthage-walls;
• And here Queen Dido wears th' imperial crown,
• Who for Troy's sake hath entertained us all,
• And clad us in these wealthy robes we wear.
• Oft hath she asked us under whom we served;
• And, when we told her, she would weep for grief,
• Thinking the sea had swallowed up thy ships;
• And, now she sees thee, how will she rejoice!

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Serg.

• See, where her servitors pass through the hall,1
• Bearing a banquet: Dido is not far.

Ili.

• Look, where she comes; Æneas, view2 her well.

Æn.

• Well may I view her; but she sees not me.
• EnterDido, Anna, Iarbas, and train.

Dido.

• What stranger art thou, that dost eye me thus?

Æn.

• Sometime I was a Trojan, mighty queen;
• But Troy is not:—what shall I say I am?

Ili.

• Renowmèd Dido, 'tis our general,
• Warlike Æneas.

Dido.

• Warlike Æneas, and in these base robes!

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• Go fetch the garment which Sichæus ware.—
• [Exit an Attendant, who brings in the garment, whichæneasputs on.
• Brave prince, welcome to Carthage and to me,
• Both happy that Æneas is our guest.
• Sit in this chair, and banquet with a queen:
• Æneas is Æneas, were he clad

Æn.

• This is no seat for one that's comfortless;
• May it please your grace to let Æneas wait;
• For though my birth be great, my fortune's mean,
• Too mean to be companion to a queen.

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Dido.

• Thy fortune may be greater than thy birth:
• Sit down, Æneas, sit in Dido's place;
• And, if this be thy son, as I suppose,
• Here let him sit.—Be merry, lovely child.

Æn.

• This place beseems me not; O, pardon me!

Dido.

• I'll have it so; Æneas, be content.

Asc.

• Madam, you shall be my mother.

Dido.

• And so I will, sweet child.—Be merry, man:
• Here's to thy better fortune and good stars.
• [Drinks.

Æn.

• In all humility, I thank your grace.

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Dido.

• Remember who thou art; speak like thyself.
• Humility belongs to common grooms.

Æn.

• And who so miserable as Æneas is?

Dido.

• Lies it in Dido's hands to make thee blest?
• Then be assur'd thou art not miserable.

Æn.

• O Priamus, O Troy, O Hecuba!

Dido.

• May I entreat thee to discourse at large,
• And truly too, how Troy was overcome?
• For many tales go of that city's fall,
• And scarcely do agree upon one point:

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• Some say Antenor did betray the town;
• Others report 'twas Sinon's perjury;
• But all in this, that Troy is overcome,

Æn.

• A woful tale bids Dido to unfold,
• Whose memory, like pale Death's stony mace,
• Beats forth my senses from this troubled soul,
• And makes Æneas sink at Dido's feet.

Dido.

• What, faints Æneas to remember Troy,
• In whose defence he fought so valiantly?

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• Look up, and speak.

Æn.

• Then speak, Æneas, with Achilles' tongue:
• And, Dido, and you Carthaginian peers,
• Hear me; but yet with Myrmidons' harsh ears,
• Daily inured to broils and massacres,
• Lest you be mov'd too much with my sad tale.
• The Grecian soldiers, tir'd with ten years' war,
• Began to cry, “Let us unto our ships,
• Troy is invincible, why stay we here?”
• With whose outcries Atrides being appalled

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• Summon'd the captains to his princely tent;
• Who, looking on the scars we Trojans gave,
• Seeing the number of their men decreas'd,
• And the remainder weak and out of heart,
• Gave up their voices to dislodge the camp,
• And so in troops all marched to Tenedos;1
• Where when they came, Ulysses on the sand
• Assayed with honey words to turn them back;
• And, as he spoke, to further his intent,
• The winds did drive huge billows to the shore,

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• And heaven was darkened with tempestuous clouds;
• Then he alleg'd the gods would have them stay,
• And prophesied Troy should be overcome:
• And therewithal he call'd false Sinon forth,
• A man compact of craft and perjury,
• Whose ticing tongue was made of Hermes' pipe,
• To force an hundred watchful eyes to sleep;
• And him, Epeus having made the horse,
• With sacrificing wreaths upon his head,
• Ulysses sent to our unhappy town;

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• Who, grovelling in the mire of Xanthus' banks,
• His hands bound at his back, and both his eyes
• Turned up to heaven, as one resolved to die,
• Our Phrygian shepherd[s] haled within the gates,
• And brought unto the court of Priamus;
• To whom he used action so pitiful,
• Looks so remorseful, vows so forcible,
• As therewithal the old man overcome,
• Kissed him, embraced him, and unloosed his bands;
• And then—O Dido, pardon me!

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Dido.

• Nay, leave not here; resolve me of the rest.

Æn.

• O, th' enchanting words of that base slave
• Made him to think Epeus' pine-tree horse
• A sacrifice t' appease Minerva's wrath!
• The rather, for that one Laocoon,
• Breaking a spear upon his hollow breast,
• Was with two wingèd serpents stung to death.
• Whereat aghast, we were commanded straight
• With reverence to draw it into Troy:
• In which unhappy work was I employed;

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• These hands did help to hale it to the gates,
• Through which it could not enter, 'twas so huge,—
• O, had it never enter'd, Troy had stood!
• But Priamus, impatient of delay.
• Enforced a wide breach in that rampired wall
• Which thousand battering-rams could never pierce,
• And so came in this fatal instrument:
• At whose accursèd feet, as overjoyed.
• We banqueted, till, overcome with wine,
• Some surfeited, and others soundly slept.

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• Which Sinon viewing, caus'd the Greekish spies
• To haste to Tenedos, and tell the camp:
• Then he unlocked the horse; and suddenly,
• From out his entrails, Neoptolemus,
• Setting his spear upon the ground, leapt forth,
• And, after him, a thousand Grecians more,
• In whose stern faces shined the quenchless1 fire
• That after burnt the pride of Asia.
• By this, the camp was come unto the walls,
• And through the breach did march into the streets,

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• Where, meeting with the rest; “Kill, kill!” they cried.
• Frighted with this confusèd noise, I rose,
• And, looking from a turret, might behold
• Young infants swimming in their parents' blood,
• Headless carcases pilèd up in heaps,
• Virgins half-dead, dragged by their golden hair,
• And with main force flung on a ring2 of pikes,
• Old men with swords thrust through their agèd sides,
• Kneeling for mercy to a Greekish lad,
• Who with steel pole-axes dash'd out their brains.

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• Then buckled I mine armour, drew my sword,
• And thinking to go down, came Hector's ghost,1
• With ashy visage, blueish sulphur eyes,
• His arms toin from his shoulders, and his breast
• Furrowed with wounds, and, that which made me weep.
• Thongs at his heels, by which Achilles' horse
• Drew him in triumph through the Greekish camp,
• Burst from the earth, crying “Æneas, fly!

Dido.

• O Hector, who weeps not to hear thy name?

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Æn.

• Yet flung I forth, and, desperate of my life,
• Ran in the thickest throngs, and with this sword
• Sent many of their savage ghosts to hell.
• At last came Pyrrhus, fell and full of ire,
• His harness2 dropping blood, and on his spear
• The mangled head of Priam's youngest son;
• And, after him, his band of Myrmidons,
• With balls of wild-fire in their murdering paws,
• Which made the funeral flame that burnt fair Troy;
• All which hemmed me about, crying, “This is he!”

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Dido.

• Ah, how could poor Æneas scape their hands?

Æn.

• My mother Venus, jealous of my health,
• Convey'd me from their crookèd nets and bands;
• So I escaped the furious Pyrrhus' wrath
• Who then ran to the palace of the king,
• And at Jove's altar finding Priamus.
• About whose withered neck hung Hecuba,
• Folding his hand in hers, and jointly both
• Beating their breasts, and falling on the ground,
• He, with his falchion's point raised up at once,

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• And with Megæra's eyes, star'd in their face,
• Threatening a thousand deaths at every glance
• To whom the agèd king thus, trembling, spoke;
• “Achilles' son, remember what I was,
• Father of fifty sons, but they are slain;
• Lord of my fortune, but my fortune's turned:
• King of this city, but my Troy is fired;
• And now am neither father, lord, nor king:
• Yet who so wretched but desires to live?
• O, let me live, great Neoptolemus!”

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• Not moved at all, but smiling at his tears,
• This butcher, whilst his hands were yet held up,
• Treading upon his breast, struck off his hands.

Dido.

• O, end, Æneas! I can hear no more.

Æn.

• At which the frantic queen leaped on his face,
• And in his eyelids hanging by the nails,
• A little while prolonged her husband's life.
• At last, the soldiers pull'd her by the heels,
• And swung her howling in the empty air,
• Which sent an echo to the wounded king:

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• Whereat he lifted up his bed-rid limbs,
• And would have grappled with Achilles' son,
• Forgetting both his want of strength and hands;
• Which he disdaining, whisk'd his sword about,
• And with the wind1 a thereof the king fell down;
• Then from the navel to the throat at once
• He ripp'd old Priam; at whose latter gasp
• Jove's marble statue gan to bend the brow,
• As loathing Pyrrhus for this wicked act.
• Yet he, undaunted, took his father's flag,

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• And dipped it in the old king's chill-cold blood,
• And then in triumph ran into the streets,
• Through which he could not pass for slaughter'd men;
• So, leaning on his sword, he stood stone-still,
• Viewing the fire wherewith rich Ilion burnt.
• By this, I got my father on my back,
• This young boy in mine arms, and by the hand
• Led fair Creusa, my belovèd wife;
• When thou, Achates, with thy sword mad'st way,
• And we were round environed with the Greeks:

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• O, there I lost my wife! and, had not we
• Fought manfully, I had not told this tale.
• Yet manhood would not serve; of force we fled;
• And, as we went unto our ships, thou know'st
• We saw Cassandra sprawling in the streets,
• Whom Ajax ravished in Diana's fane,2
• Her cheeks swollen with sighs, her hair all rent;
• Whom I took up to bear unto our ships;
• But suddenly the Grecians followed us,
• And I, alas, was forced to let her lie!

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• Then got we to our ships, and, being aboard,
• Polyxena cried out, “Æneas, stay!
• The Greeks pursue me; stay, and take me in!”
• Moved with her voice, I leap'd into the sea,
• Thinking to bear her on my back aboard,
• For all our ships were launched into the deep,
• And, as I swom, she, standing on the shore,
• Was by the cruel Myrmidons surprised,
• And, after that, by1 Pyrrhus sacrificed.

Dido.

• I die with melting ruth; Æneas, leave.2

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Anna.

• O, what became of agèd Hecuba?

Iar.

• How got Æneas to the fleet again?

Dido.

• But how scaped Helen, she that caus'd this war?

Æn.

• Achates, speak; sorrow hath tir'd me quite.

Ach.

• What happen'd to the queen we cannot show;
• We hear they led her captive into Greece:
• As for Æneas, he swom quickly back;
• And Helena betrayed Deiphobus,
• Her lover, after Alexander died,
• And so was reconciled to Menelaus.

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Dido.

• O, had that ticing strumpet ne'er been born!—
• Trojan, thy ruthful tale hath made me sad:
• Come, let us think upon some pleasing sport,
• To rid me from these melancholy thoughts.
• [Exeunt all exceptAscanius, whomVenus, entering withCupidat another door, takes by the sleeve as he is going off.

Ven.

• Fair child, stay thou with Dido's waiting-maid:
• I'll give thee sugar-almonds, sweet conserves,
• A silver girdle, and a golden purse,
• And this young prince shall be thy playfellow.

Asc.

• Are you Queen Dido's son?

Cup.

• Ay; and my mother gave me this fine bow.

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Asc.

• Shall I have such a quiver and a bow?

Ven.

• Such bow, such quiver, and such golden shafts,
• Will Dido give to sweet Ascanius.
• For Dido's sake I take thee in my arms,
• And stick these spangled feathers in thy hat:
• Eat comfits in mine arms, and I will sing.
• [Sings
• Now is he fast asleep; and in this grove,1
• Amongst green brakes, I'll lay Ascanius,
• And strew him with sweet-smelling violets,
• Blushing roses, purple hyacinth:

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• These milk-white doves shall be his centronels,2
• Who, if that any seek to do him hurt,
• Will quickly fly to Cytherea's1 fist.
• Now, Cupid, turn thee to Ascanius' shape,
• And go to Dido, who, instead 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 Æneas' love,
• And by that means repair his broken ships,
• Victual his soldiers, give him wealthy gifts,

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• And he, at last, depart to Italy,
• Or else in Carthage make his kingly throne.

Cup.

• I will, fair mother; and so play my part
• As every touch shall wound Queen Dido's heart.
• [Exit.

Ven.

• Sleep, my sweet nephew,2 in these cooling shades,
• Free from the murmur of these running streams,
• The cry of beasts, the rattling of the winds,
• Or whisking of these leaves: all shall be still,
• And nothing interrupt thy quiet sleep,
• Till I return, and take thee hence again.
• [Exit.

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ACT III.

SCENE I.

Enter1CupidasAscanius.

Cup.

• Now, Cupid, cause the Carthaginian queen
• To be enamour'd of thy brother's looks:
• Convey this golden arrow in thy sleeve,
• Lest she imagine thou art Venus' son;
• And when she strokes thee softly on the head,
• Then shall I touch her breast and conquer her.
• EnterDido, Anna, andIarbas.

Iar.

• How long, fair Dido, shall I pine for thee?
• 'Tis not enough that thou dost grant me love,
• But that I may enjoy what I desire:
• That love is childish which consists in words.

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Dido.

• Iarbas, know, that thou, of all my wooers,—
• And yet have I had many mightier kings,—
• Hast had the greatest favours I could give.
• I fear me, Dido hath been counted light
• In being too familiar with Iarbas;
• Albeit the gods do know, no wanton thought

Iar.

• But Dido is the favour I request.

Dido.

• Fear not, Iarbas; Dido may be thine.

Anna.

• Look, sister, how Æneas' little son

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• Plays with your garments and embraceth you.

Cup.

• No, Dido will not take me in her arms;
• I shall not be her son, she loves me not.

Dido.

• Weep not, sweet boy; thou shalt be Dido's son:
• Sit in my lap, and let me hear thee sing.
• [Cupidsings
• No more, my child; now talk another while,
• And tell me where learn'dst thou this pretty song.

Cup.

• My cousin Helen taught it me in Troy.

Dido.

• How lovely is Ascanius when he smiles!

Cup.

• Will Dido let me hang about her neck?

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Dido.

• Ay, wag; and give thee leave to kiss her too.

Cup.

• What will you give me now? I'll have this fan.

Dido.

• Take it, Ascanius, for thy father's sake.

Iar.

• Come, Dido, leave Ascanius; let us walk.

Dido.

• Go thou away; Ascanius shall stay.

Iar.

• Ungentle queen, is this thy love to me?

Dido.

• O, stay, Iarbas, and I'll go with thee!

Cup.

• An if my mother go, I'll follow her.

Dido.

• Why stay'st thou here? thou art no love of mine.

Iar.

• Iarbas, die, seeing she abandons thee!

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Dido.

• No; live, Iarbas: What hast thou deserved,
• That I should say thou art no love of mine?
• Something thou hast deserved.—Away, I say!
• Depart from Carthage; come not in my sight.

Iar.

• Am I not king of rich Gætulia?

Dido.

• Iarbas, pardon me, and stay a while.

Cup.

• Mother, look here.

Dido.

• What tell'st thou me of rich Gætulia?
• Am not I queen of Libya? then depart.

Iar.

• I go to feed the humour of my love,

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• Yet not from Carthage for a thousand worlds.

Dido.

• Iarbas!

Iar.

• Doth Dido call me back?

Dido.

• No; but I charge thee never look on me.

Iar.

• Then pull out both mine eyes, or let me die.
• [Exit.

Anna.

• Wherefore doth Dido bid Iarbas go?

Dido.

• Because his loathsome sight offends mine eye,
• And in my thoughts is shrined another love.

Anna.

• Poor soul, I know too well the sour of love:

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• O, that Iarbas could but fancy me!
• [Aside

Dido.

• Is not Æneas fair and beautiful?

Anna.

• Yes; and Iarbas foul and favourless.

Dido.

• Is he not eloquent in all his speech?

Anna.

• Yes; and Iarbas rude and rustical.

Dido.

• Name not Iarbas: but, sweet Anna, say,
• Is not Æneas worthy Dido's love?

Anna.

• O sister, were you empress of the world,
• Æneas well deserves to be your love!
• So lovely is he, that, where'er he goes,

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• The people swarm to gaze him in the face.

Dido.

• But tell them, none shall gaze on him but I,
• Lest their gross eye-beams taint my lover's cheeks.
• Anna, good sister Anna, go for him,
• Lest with these sweet thoughts I melt clean away.

Anna.

• Then, sister, you'll abjure Iarbas' love?

Dido.

• Yet must I hear that loathsome name again?
• Run for Æneas, or I'll fly to him.
• [ExitAnna.

Cup.

• You shall not hurt my father when he comes.

Dido.

• No; for thy sake I'll love thy father well.—

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• O dull-conceited Dido, that till now
• Didst never think Æneas beautiful!
• But now, for quittance of this oversight,
• I'll make me bracelets of his golden hair;
• His glistering eyes shall be my looking-glass;
• His lips an altar, where I'll offer up1
• As many kisses as the sea hath sands;
• Instead of music I will hear him speak;
• His looks shall be my only library;
• And thou, Æneas, Dido's treasury,

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• In whose fair bosom I will lock more wealth
• Than twenty thousand Indias can afford.
• O, here he comes! Love, love, give Dido leave
• To be more modest than her thoughts admit,
• Lest I be made a wonder to the world.
• Enteræneas, Achates, Sergestus, Ilioneus, andCloanthus.
• Achates, how doth Carthage please your lord?

Ach.

• That will Æneas show your majesty.

Dido.

• Æneas, art thou there?

Æn.

• I understand your highness sent for me.

Dido.

• No; but, now thou art here, tell me, in sooth,

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• In what might Dido highly pleasure thee.

Æn.

• So much have I receiv'd at Dido's hands,
• As, without blushing, I can ask no more:
• Yet, queen of Afric, are my ships unrigg'd,
• My sails all rent in sunder with the wind,
• My oars broken, and my tackling lost,
• Yea, all my navy split with rocks and shelves;
• Nor stern nor anchor have our maimèd fleet;
• Our masts the furious winds struck overboard.
• Which piteous wants if Dido will supply,

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• We will account her author of our lives.

Dido.

• Æneas, I'll repair thy Trojan ships,
• Conditionally that thou wilt stay with me,
• And let Achates sail to Italy:
• I'll give thee tackling made of rivelled1 gold,
• Wound on the barks of odoriferous trees;2
• Oars of massy ivory, full of holes,
• Through which the water shall delight to play;
• Thy anchors shall be hewed from crystal rocks,
• Which, if thou lose, shall shine above the waves;

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• The masts, whereon thy swelling sails shall hang,
• Hollow pyramides of silver plate;
• The sails of folded lawn, where shall be wrought
• The wars of Troy,—but not Troy's overthrow;
• For ballace,1 empty Dido's treasury:
• Take what ye will, but leave Æneas here.
• Achates, thou shalt be so seemly2 clad,
• As sea-born nymphs shall swarm about thy ships.
• And wanton mermaids court thee with sweet songs,
• Flinging in favours of more sovereign worth

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• Than Thetis hangs about Apollo's neck,
• So that Æneas may but stay with me.

Æn.

• Wherefore would Dido have Æneas stay?

Dido.

• To war against my bordering enemies.
• Æneas, think not Dido is in love;
• For, if that any man could conquer me,
• I had been wedded ere Æneas came
• See, where the pictures of my suitors hang;
• And are not these as fair as fair may be?

Ach.

• I saw this man at Troy, ere Troy was sack'd.

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Æn.3

• I this in Greece, when Paris stole fair Helen.

Ili.

• This man and I were at Olympia's4 games,

Serg.

• I know this face; he is a Persian born:
• I travell'd with him to Ætolia.

Cloan.

• And I in Athens with this gentleman,
• Unless I be deceived, disputed once.

Dido.

• But speak, Æneas; know you none of these?

Æn.

• No, madam; but it seems that these are kings.

Dido.

• All these, and others which I never saw,
• Have been most urgent suitors for my love;

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• Some came in person, others sent their legates,
• Yet none obtained me: I am free from all;
• And yet, God knows, entangled unto one.
• This was an orator, and thought by words
• To compass me: but yet he was deceiv'd:
• And this a Spartan courtier, vain and wild;
• But his fantastic humours pleased not me:
• This was Alcion, a musician;
• But, play'd he ne'er so sweet, I let him go.
• This was the wealthy king of Thessaly;

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• But I had gold enough, and cast him off:
• This, Meleager's son, a warlike prince;
• But weapons gree not with my tender years:
• The rest are such as all the world well knows:
• Yet now1 I swear, by heaven and him I love,
• I was as far from love as they from hate.

Æn.

• O, happy shall he be whom Dido loves!

Dido.

• Then never say that thou art miserable,
• Because, it may be, thou shalt be my love;
• Yet boast not of it, for I love thee not,—

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• And yet I hate thee not.—O, if I speak,
• I shall betray myself! [Aside.]—Æneas, come:1
• We two will go a-hunting in the woods;
• But not so much for thee,—thou art but one,—
• As for Achates and his followers.
• [Exeunt

SCENE II.

Enter2JunotoAscanius, who lies asleep.

Juno.

• Here lies my hate, Æneas' cursèd brat,
• The boy wherein false Destiny delights,
• The heir of Fury,3 the favourite of the Fates,4
• That ugly imp that shall outwear my wrath,
• And wrong my deity with high disgrace.
• But I will take another order now,
• And raze th' eternal register of Time:
• Troy shall no more call him her second hope,
• Nor Venus triumph in his tender youth;
• For here, in spite of Heaven, I'll murder him,

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• And feed infection with his let-out5 life.
• Say, Paris, now shall Venus have the ball?
• Say, vengeance, now shall her Ascanius die?
• O no! God wot, I cannot watch my time,
• Nor quit good turns with double fee down told:
• Tut, I am simple, without mind1 to hurt,
• And have no gall at all to grieve my foes!
• But lustful Jove and his adulterous child
• Shall find it written on confusion's front,
• That only Juno rules in Rhamnus town.2

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• EnterVenus.

Ven.

• What should this mean? my doves are back return'd
• Who warn me of such danger prest3 at hand
• To harm my sweet Ascanius' lovely life.—
• Juno, my mortal foe, what make you here?

Juno.

• Fie, Venus, that such causeless words of wrath
• Should e'er defile so fair a mouth as thine!
• Are not we both sprung of celestial race,
• And banquet, as two sisters, with the gods?
• Why is it, then, displeasure should disjoin

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• Whom kindred and acquaintance co-unites?

Ven.

• Out, hateful hag! thou wouldst have slain my son,
• Had not my doves discovered thy intent:
• But I will tear thy eyes fro forth thy head,
• And feast the birds with their blood-shotten balls,
• If thou but lay thy fingers on my boy.

Juno.

• Is this, then, all the thanks that I shall have
• For saving him from snakes' and serpents' stings,
• That would have killed him, sleeping, as he lay?
• What, though I was offended with thy son,

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• And wrought him mickle woe on sea and land,
• When, for the hate of Trojan Ganymede,1
• That was advancèd by my Hebe's shame,
• And Paris' judgment of the heavenly ball,
• I mustered all the winds unto his wreck,
• And urg'd each element to his annoy?
• Yet now I do repent me of his ruth,
• And wish that I had never wrong'd him so.
• Bootless, I saw, it was to war with fate
• That hath so many unresisted2 friends:

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• Wherefore I changed3 my counsel with the time,
• And planted love where envy erst had sprung.

Ven.

• Sister of Jove, if that thy love be such
• As these thy protestations do paint forth,
• We two, as friends, one fortune will divide:
• Cupid shall lay his arrows in thy lap,
• And to a sceptre change his golden shafts;
• Fancy4 and modesty shall live as mates,
• And thy fair peacocks by my pigeons perch:
• Love my Æneas, and desire is thine;

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• The day, the night, my swans, my sweets, are thine.

Juno.

• More than melodious are these words to me,
• That overcloy my soul with their content.
• Venus, sweet Venus, how may I deserve
• Such amorous favours at thy beauteous hand?
• But, that thou mayst more easily perceive
• How highly I do prize this amity,
• Hark to a motion of eternal league,
• Which I will make in quittance of thy love.
• Thy son, thou know'st, with Dido now remains,

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• And feeds his eyes with favours of her court;
• She, likewise, in admiring spends her time,
• And cannot talk nor think of aught but him:
• Why should not they, then, join in marriage,
• And bring forth mighty kings to Carthage-town,
• Whom casualty of sea hath made such friends?
• And, Venus, let there be a match confirm'd
• Betwixt these two, whose loves are so alike;
• And both our deities, conjoin'd in one,
• Shall chain felicity unto their throne.

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Ven.

• Well could I like this reconcilement's means;
• But much I fear my son will ne'er consent,
• Whose armèd soul, already on the sea,
• Darts forth her light [un]to Lavinia's shore.

Juno.

• Fair queen of love, I will divorce these doubts,
• And find my way to weary such fond thoughts.
• This day they both a-hunting forth will ride
• Into the1 woods adjoining to these walls;
• When, in the midst of all their gamesome sports,
• I'll make the clouds dissolve their watery works,

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• And drench Silvanus' dwellings with their showers;
• Then in one cave the queen and he shall meet,
• And interchangeably discourse their thoughts,
• Whose short conclusion will seal up their hearts
• Unto the purpose which we now propound.

Ven.

• Sister, I see you savour of my wiles:
• Be it as you will have [it] for this once.
• Meantime Ascanius shall be my charge;
• Whom I will bear to Ida in mine arms,
• And couch him in Adonis' purple down.

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• [Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Enter1Dido, æneas, Anna, Iarbas, Achates, CupidasAscanius, and Followers.

Dido.

• Æneas, think not but I honour thee,
• That thus in person go with thee to hunt:
• My princely robes, thou see'st, are laid aside,
• Whose glittering pomp Diana's shroud2 supplies;
• All fellows now, disposed alike to sport;
• The woods are wide, and we have store of game.
• Fair Trojan, hold my golden bow a while,
• Until I gird my quiver to my side.—
• Lords, go before; we two must talk alone.

Iar.

• Ungentle, can she wrong Iarbas so?

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• I'll die before a stranger have that grace.
• “We two will talk alone”—what words be these!
• [Aside.

Dido.

• What makes Iarbas here of all the rest?
• We could have gone without your company.

Æn.

• But love and duty led him on perhaps
• To press beyond acceptance to your sight.

Iar.

• Why! man of Troy, do I offend thine eyes?
• Or art thou grieved thy betters press so nigh?

Dido.

• How now, Gætulian! are you grown so brave,
• To challenge us with your comparisons?

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• Peasant, go seek companions like thyself,
• And meddle not with any that I love.—
• Æneas, be not moved at what he says;

Iar.

• Women may wrong by privilege of love;
• But, should that man of men, Dido except,
• Have taunted me in these opprobrious terms,
• I would have either drunk his dying blood,
• Or else I would have given my life in gage.

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Dido.

• Huntsmen, why pitch you not your toils apace,
• And rouse the light-foot deer from forth their lair?

Anna.

• Sister, see, see Ascanius in his pomp,
• Bearing his hunt-spear bravely in his hand!

Dido.

• Yea, little son, are you so forward now?

Cup.

• Ay, mother; I shall one day be a man,
• And better able unto other arms;
• Meantime these wanton weapons serve my war,
• Which I will break betwixt a lion's jaws.

Dido.

• What? dar'st thou look a lion in the face?

Cup.

• Ay; and outface him too, do what he can.

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Anna.

• How like his father speaketh he in all!

Æn.

• And mought I live to see him sack rich Thebes,
• And load his spear with Grecian princes' heads,
• Then would I wish me with Anchises' tomb,

Iar.

• And might I live to see thee shipp'd away,
• And hoist aloft on Neptune's hideous hills,
• Then would I wish me in fair Dido's arms,
• And dead to scorn that hath pursu'd me so.
• [Aside.

Æn.

• Stout friend Achates, dost thou know this wood?

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Ach.

• As I remember, here you shot the deer
• That saved your famish'd soldiers' lives from death,
• When first you set your foot upon the shore;
• And here we met fair Venus, virgin—like.
• Bearing her bow and quiver at her back.

Æn.

• O, how these irksome labours now delight,
• And overjoy my thoughts with their escape!
• Who would not undergo all kind of toil,
• To be well—stor'd with such a winter's tale?

Dido.

• Æneas, leave these dumps, and let's away.

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• Some to the mountains, some unto the soil,1
• You to the valleys,—thou unto the house.
• [Exeunt all exceptIarbas.

Iar.

• Ay, this it is which wounds me to the death,
• To see a Phrygian, far—fet1 o'er the sea,
• Preferr'd before a man of majesty.
• O love! O hate! O cruel women's hearts,
• That imitate the moon in every change,
• And, like the planets, ever love to range!
• What shall I do, thus wronged with disdain?
• Revenge me on Æneas or on her?

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• On her! fond man, that were to war 'gainst heaven,
• And with one shaft provoke ten thousand darts.
• This Trojan's end will be thy envy's aim,
• Whose blood will reconcile thee to content,
• And make love drunken with thy sweet desire.
• But Dido, that now holdeth him so dear,
• Will die with very tidings of his death:
• But time will discontinue her content,
• And mould her mind unto new fancy's shapes,
• O God of heaven, turn the hand of Fate

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• Unto that happy day of my delight!
• And then—what then? Iarbas shall but love:
• So doth he now, though not with equal gain;
• That resteth in the rival of thy pain,
• Who ne'er will cease to soar till he be slain.
• [Exit

SCENE IV.

The storm. Enter AEneas and Dido in the cave, at several times

Dido.

• Æneas!

Æn.

• Dido!

Dido.

• Tell me, dear love, how found you out this cave?

Æn.

• By chance, sweet queen, as Mars and Venus met

Dido.

• Why, that was in a net, where we are loose;
• And yet I am not free,—O, would I were!

Æn.

• Why, what is it that Dido may desire
• And not obtain, be it in human power?

Dido.

• The thing that I will die before I ask,
• And yet desire to have before I die.

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Æn.

• It is not aught Æneas may achieve?
• Dido, Æneas! no; although his eyes do pierce.

Æn.

• What, hath Iarbas anger'd her in aught?
• And will she be avenged on his life?

Dido.

• Not anger'd me, except in angering thee.

Æn.

• Who, then, of all so cruel may he be
• That should detain, thy eye in his defects?

Dido.

• The man that I do eye where'er I am;
• Whose amorous face, like Pæan, sparkles fire,
• Whenas he butts his beams on Flora's bed.

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• Prometheus hath put on Cupid's shape,
• And I must perish in his burning arms:
• Æneas, O Æneas, quench these flames!

Æn.

• What ails my queen? is she faln sick of late?

Dido.

• Not sick, my love; but sick I must conceal
• The torment that it boots me not reveal:
• And yet I'll speak,-and yet I'll hold my peace.
• Do shame her worst, I will disclose my grief:
• Æneas, thou art he-what did I say?
• Something it was that now I have forgot

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Æn.

• What means fair Dido by this doubtful speech?

Dido.

• Nay, nothing; but Æneas loves me not.

Æn.

• Æneas' thoughts dare not ascend so high
• As Dido's heart, which monarchs might not scale.

Dido.

• It was because I saw no king like thee,
• Whose golden crown might balance may content;
• But now that I have found what to affect
• I follow one that loveth fame 'fore1 me,
• And rather had seem fair [in] Sirens' eyes,
• Than to the Carthage queen that dies for him.

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Æn.

• If that your majesty can look so low
• As my despised worths that shun all praise,
• With this my hand I give to you my heart,
• And vow, by all the gods of hospitality,
• By heaven and earth, and my fair brother's bow,
• By Paphos, Capys,2 and the purple sea
• From whence my radiant mother did ascend,3
• And by this sword that sav'd me from the Greeks,
• Never to leave these new-upreared walls,
• Whiles Dido lives and rules in Juno's town,-

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• Never to like or love any but her!
• Dido, What more than Delian music do I hear,
• That calls my soul from forth his living seat
• To move unto the measures of delight?
• Kind clouds, that sent forth such a courteous storm
• As made disdain to fly to fancy's lap!
• Stout love, in mine arms make thy Italy,
• Whose crown and kingdom rests at thy command:
• Sichæus, not Æneas, be thou call'd;
• The king of Carthage, not Anchises' son.

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• Hold, take these jewels at thy lover's hand,
• [Giving jewels, &c.
• These golden bracelets, and this wedding-ring,
• Wherewith my husband woo'd me yet a maid,
• And be thou king of Libya by my gift.
• [Exeunt to the care.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.

Enter1Achates, Cupid as Ascanius, Iarbas, and Anna.

Ach.

• Did ever men see such a sudden storm
• Or day so clear so suddenly o'ercast?

Iar.

• I think some fell enchantress dwelleth here,
• That can call them2 forth whenas she please,
• And dive into black tempest's treasury,

Anna.

• In all my life Ignever knew the like;
• It hailed, it snowed, it lightened all at once.

Ach.

• I think it was the devil revelling night,
• There was such hurly-burly in the heavens:

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• Doubtless Apollo's axle-tree is crack'd,
• Or aged Atlas' shoulder out of joint,
• The motion was so over-violent.

Iar.

• In all this coil, where have ye left the queen?

Asc.

• Nay, where's my warlike father, can you tell?

Anna.

• Behold, where both of them come forth the cave,

Iar.

• Come forth the cave! can heaven endure this sight?
• Iarbas curse that unrevenging Jove,
• Whose flinty dart slept in Typhœus'1 den,
• Whiles these adulterers surfeited with sin.

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• Nature, why mad'st me not some poisonous beast,
• That with the sharpness of my edged sting
• I might have staked them both unto the earth,
• Whilst they were sporting in this darksome cave!
• [Aside.
• Enter; from the cave, Æneas andDido.

Æn.

• The air is clear, and southern winds are whist.2
• Come, Dido, let us hasten to the town,
• Since gloomy Æolus doth cease to frown.

Dido.

• Achates and Ascanius, well met

Æn.

• Fair Anna, how escap'd you from the shower?

Anna.

• As others did, by running to the wood.

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Dido.

• But where were you, Iarbas, all this while?

Iar.

• Not with Æneas in the ugly cave.

Dido.

• I see, Æneas sticketh in your mind;
• But I will soon put by that stumbling-block,
• And quell those hopes that thus employ your cares.3
• [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Enter1Iarbas to sacrifice.

Iar.

• Come, servants, come; bring forth the sacrifice,
• That I may pacify that gloomy Jove,
• Whose empty altars have enlarg'd our ills.—
• [Servants bring in the sacrifice, and then exeunt.
• Eternal Jove, great master of the clouds,
• Father of gladness and all frolic thoughts,
• That with thy gloomy2 hand corrects the heaven,
• When airy creatures war amongst themselves;
• Hear, hear, O, hear Iarbas' plaining prayers,
• Whose hideous echoes make the welkin howl,
• And ail the woods Eliza3 to resound!

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• The woman that thou willed us entertain.
• Where, straying in our borders up and down,
• She crav'd a hide of ground to build a town,
• With whom we did divide both laws and land,
• And all the fruits that plenty else sends forth,
• Scorning our loves and royal marriage-rites,
• Yields up her beauty to a stranger's bed;
• Who, having wrought her shame, is straightway fled
• Now, if thou be'st a pitying god of power
• On whom ruth and compassion ever waits,

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• Redress these wrongs, and warn him to his ships,
• That now afflicts me with his flattering eyes.
• Enter Anna.

Anna.

• How now, Iarbas! at your prayers so hard?

Iar.

• Ay, Anna: is there aught you would with me?

Anna.

• Nay, no such weighty business of import
• But may be slacked until another time:
• Yet, if you would partake with me the cause
• Of this devotion that detaineth you,

Iar.

• Anna, against this Trojan do I pray,

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• Who seeks to rob me of thy sister's love,
• And dive into her heart by colour'd looks.

Anna.

• Alas, poor king, that labours so in vain
• For her that so delighteth in thy pain!
• Be rul'd by me, and seek some other love,
• Whose yielding heart may yield thee more relief.

Æn.

• Mine eye is fixed where fancy cannot start:
• O, leave me, leave me to my silent thoughts,
• That register the numbers of my ruth,
• And I will either move the thoughtless flint,

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• Or drop out both mine eyes in drizzling tears,
• Before my sorrow's tide have any stint!

Anna.

• I will not leave Iarbas, whom I love,
• In this delight of dying pensiveness.
• Away with Dido! Anna be thy song;
• Anna, that doth admire thee more than heaven.

Iar.

• I may nor will list to such loathsome change,
• That intercepts the course of my desire.—
• Servants, come fetch these empty vessels here;
• For I will fly from these alluring eyes,

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• That do pursue my peace where'er it goes.
• [Exit.-Servants re-enter, and carry out the vessels, &c.

Anna.

• Iarbas, stay, loving Iarbas, stay!
• For I have honey to present thee with.
• Hard-hearted, wilt not deign to hear me speak?
• I'll follow thee with outcries ne'ertheless
• And strew thy walks with my dishevell'd hair.
• [Exit

SCENE III

Enter Æneas.1

Æn.

• Carthage, my friendly host, adieu!
• Since Destiny doth call me from thy2 shore:
• Hermes this night, descending in a dream,
• Hath summoned me to fruitful Italy;
• Jove wills it so; my mother wills it so:
• Let my Phœnissa grant, and then I go.
• Grant she or no, Æneas must away;
• Whose golden fortunes, clogg'd with courtly ease,
• Cannot ascend to fame's immortal house,
• Or banquet in bright Honour's burnished hall,

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• Till he hath furrowed Neptune's glassy fields,
• And cut a passage through his topless3 hills.—
• Achates, come forth! Sergestus, Ilioneus,
• Cloanthus, haste away! Ænezs calls.
• Enter Achates, Cloanthus, Sergestus, and Ilioneus.

Ach.

• What wills our lord, or wherefore did he call?

Æn.

• The dreams, brave mates, that did beset my bed.
• When sleep but newly had embrac'd the night
• Commands me leave these unrenowmed realms,1
• Whereas nobility abhors to stay,
• And none but base Æneas will abide.

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• Aboard, aboard! since Fates do bid aboard
• And slice the sea with sable-colour'd ships,
• On whom the nimble winds may all day wait,
• And follow them, as footmen, through the deep
• Yet Dido casts her eyes, like anchors, out,
• To stay my fleet from loosing forth the bay: “Come back, come back,”
• I hear her cry a-far,
• “And let me link thy2 body to my lips.
• That, tied together by the striving tongues,
• We may, as one, sail into Italy.”

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Ach.

• Banish that ticing dame from forth your mouth
• And follow your fore-seeing stars in all:
• This is no life for men-at-arms to live.
• Where dalliance doth consume a soldier's strength,
• And wanton motions of alluring eyes
• Effeminate our minds, inur'd to war
• Ili Why, let us build a city of our own,
• And not stand lingering here for amorous looks.
• Will Dido raise old Priam forth his grave,
• And build the town again the Greeks did burn?

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• No, no; she cares not how we sink or swim,
• So she may have Æneas in her arms,

Clo.

• To Italy, sweet friends, to Italy!
• We will not stay a minute longer here.

Æn.

• Trojans, aboard, and I will follow you.
• [Exeunt all except Æneas.
• I fain would go, yet beauty calls me back:
• To leave her so, and not once say farewell,
• Were to transgress against all laws of love.
• But, if I use such ceremonious thanks
• As parting friends accustom on the shore,

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• Her silver arms will coll1 me round about,
• And tears of pearl cry, “Stay, Æneas, stay!”
• Each word she says will then contain a crown,
• And every speech be ended with a kiss:
• I may not dure this female drudgery:
• To sea, Æneas! find out Italy!
• [Exit.

SCENE IV.

Enter2Dido and Anna.

Dido.

• O Anna, run unto the water-side!
• They say Æneas' men are going aboard:
• It may be, he will steal away with them:
• Stay not to answer me: run, Anna, run!
• [Exit Anna.
• O foolish Trojans, that would steal from hence,
• And not let Dido understand their drift!
• I would have given Achates store of gold
• And Ilioneus gum and Libyan spice;
• The common soldiers rich embroider' coats,
• And silver whistles to control the winds,

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• Which Circe1 sent Sichseus when he lived
• Unworthy are they of a queen's reward.
• See where they come: how might I do to chide?
• Re-enter Anna, with æneas, Achates, Cloanthus, Ilioneus, Sergestus, and Carthaginian Lords.

Anna.

• “Twas time to run; Æneas had been gone;
• The sails were hoising up, and he aboard.

Dido.

• Is this thy love to me?

Æn.

• O princely Dido, give me leave to speak'
• I went to take my farewell of Achates.

Dido.

• How haps Achates bid me not farewell?
• Ach, Because I feared your grace would keep me here.

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Dido.

• To rid thee of that doubt, aboard again:
• I charge thee put to sea, and stay not here.
• Ach, Then let Æneas go aboard with us.
• Dido, Get you aboard; Æneas means to stay.
• Æn. The sea is rough, the winds blow to the shore.

Dido.

• O false Æneas! now the sea is rough;
• But, when you were aboard, 'twas calm enough:
• Thou and Achates meant to sail away.

Æn.

• Hath not the Carthage queen mine only son?
• Tnmks Dido I will go and leave him here?

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Dido.

• Æneas, pardon me; for I forgot
• That young Ascanius lay with me this night;
• Love made me jealous: but, to make amends,
• Wear the imperial crown of Libya,
• [Giving him her crown and sceptre.
• Sway thou the Punic sceptre in my stead.
• And punish me, Æneas, for this crime.

Æn.

• This kiss shall be fair Dido's punishment.

Dido.

• O, how a crown becomes Æneas' head!
• Stay here, Æneas, and command as king.

Æn.

• How vain am I to wear this diadem,

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• And bear this golden sceptre in my hand!
• A burgonet of steel, and not a crown,
• A sword, and not a sceptre, fits Æneas.

Dido.

• O, keep them still, and let me gaze my fill!
• Now looks Æneas like immortal Jove:
• O, where is Ganymede, to hold his cup,
• And Mercury, to fly for what he calls?
• Ten thousand Cupids hover in the air,
• And fan it is Æneas' lovely face!
• O, that the clouds were here wherein thou fled'st,1

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• That thou and I unseen might sport ourselves!
• Heaven,2 envious of our joys, is waxen pale;
• And when we whisper then the stars fall down,
• To be partakers of our honey talk.

Æn.

• O Dido, patroness of all our lives,
• When I leave thee, death be my punishment!
• Swell, raging seas! frown, wayward Destinies!
• Blow, winds! threaten, ye rocks and sandy shelves!
• This is the harbour that Æneas seeks:
• Let's see what tempests can annoy me now.

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• Dido. Not all the world can take thee from mine arms.

Æn.

• may command as many Moors
• As in the sea are little water-drops;
• And now, to make experience of my love,-
• Fair sister Anna, lead my lover forth,
• And, seated on my jennet, let him ride,
• As Dido's husband, through the Punic streets;
• And will1 my guard, with Mauntanian darts
• To wait upon him as their sovereign lord.

Anna.

• What if the citizens repine thereat?

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Dido.

• Those that dislike what Dido gives in charge
• Command my guard to slay for their offence.
• Shall vulgar peasants storm at what I do?
• The ground is mine that gives them sustenance,
• The air wherein they breathe, the water, fire,
• All that they have, their lands, their goods, their lives!
• And I, the goddess of all these, command
• Æneas ride as Carthaginian king.

Ach.

• Æneas, for his parentage, deserves
• As large a kingdom as is Libya.

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Æn.

• Ay, and, unless the Destinies be false,
• I shall be planted in as rich a land.
• Dido, Speak of no other land; this land is thine;
• Dido is thine, henceforth I'll call thee lord.—
• Do as I bid thee, sister; lead the way;
• And from a turret I'll behold my love.

Æn.

• Then here in me shall flourish Priam's race
• And thou and I, Achates, for revenge
• For Troy, for Priam, for his fifty sons,
• Our kinsmen's lives1 and thousand guiltless souls,

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• Will lead an host against the hateful Greeks,
• And fire proud LacedÆmon o'er their heads.
• [Exeunt all except Dido and Carthaginian Lords

Dido.

• Speaks not Æneas like a conqueror?
• O blessed tempests that did drive him in!
• O happy sand that made him run aground!
• Henceforth you shall be [of] our Carthage gods.
• Ay, but it may be, he will leave my love,
• And seek a foreign land called Italy:
• O, that I had a charm to keep the winds

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• Within the closure of a golden ball;
• Or that the Tyrrhene sea were in mine arms,
• That he might suffer shipwreck on my breast,
• As oft as he attempts to hoist up sail!
• I must prevent him; wishing will not serve.—
• Go bid my nurse take young Ascanius,
• And bear him in the country to her house;
• Æneas will not go without his son;
• Yet, lest he should, for I am full of fear,
• Bring me his oars, his tackling, and his sails.

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• [Exit First Lord.
• What if I sink his ships? O, he will frown!
• Better he frown than I should die for grief.
• I cannot see him frown; it may not be:
• Armies of foes resolv'd to win this town,
• Or impious traitors vow'd to have my life,
• Affright me not; only Æneas' frown
• Is that which terrifies poor Dido's heart;
• Not bloody spears, appearing in the air,
• Presage the downfall of my empery,
• Nor blazing comets threaten Dido's death;

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• It is Æneas' frown that ends my days.
• If he forsake me not, I never die;
• For in his looks I see eternity,
• And he'll make me immortal1 with a kiss.
• Re-enter First Lord, with Attendants carrying tackling, &c.

First Lord.

• Your nurse is gone with young Ascanius:
• And here's Æneas' tackling, oars, and sails.

Dido.

• Are these the sails that, in despite of me,
• Pack'd2 with the winds to bear Æneas hence?
• I'll hang ye in the chamber where I lie;
• Drive, if you can, my house to Italy:

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• I'll set the casement open, that the winds
• May enter in, and once again conspire
• Against the life of me, poor Carthage queen:
• But, though ye1 go, he stays in Carthage still;
• And let rich Carthage fleet2 upon the seas,
• So I may have Æneas in mine arms.
• Is this the wood that grew in Carthage plains,
• And would be toiling in the watery billows,
• To rob their mistress of her Trojan guest?
• O cursed tree, hadst thou but wit or sense,

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• To measure how I prize Æneas' love,
• Thou wouldst have leapt from out the sailors' hands,
• And told me that Æneas meant to go!
• And yet I blame thee not; thou art but wood.
• The water, which our poets term a nymph,3
• Why did it suffer thee to touch her breast,
• And shrunk not back, knowing my love was there?
• The water is an element, no nymph.
• Why should I blame Æneas for his flight?
• O Dido, blame not him, but break his oars!

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• These were the instruments that launched him forth.
• There's not so much as this base tackling too,
• But dares to heap up sorrow to my heart:
• Was it not you that hoised up these sails?
• Why burst you not, and they fell in the seas?
• For this will Dido tie ye full of knots,
• And shear ye all asunder with her hands
• Now serve to chastise shipboys for their faults,
• Ye shall no more offend the Carthage queen.
• Now, let him hang my favours on his masts,

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• And see if those will serve instead of sails;
• For tackling, let him take the chains of gold,
• Which I bestowed upon his followers;
• Instead of oars, let him use his hands,
• And swim to Italy. I'll keep these sure.—
• Come, bear them in.
• [Exeunt.

SCENE V

Enter1 Nurse, withCupid as Ascanius.

Nurse.

• My Lord Ascanius, you must go with me.
• Cup Whither must I go? I'll stay with my mother,

Nurse.

• No, thou shalt go with me unto my house.
• I have an orchard that hath store of plums,
• Brown almonds, services, ripe figs, and dates,
• Dewberries, apples, yellow oranges;
• A garden where are bee-hives full of honey,
• Musk-roses, and a thousand sort of flowers;
• And in the midst doth run a silver stream,
• Where thou shalt see the red-gilld fishes leap,

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• White swans, and many lovely water-fowls.
• Now speak, Ascanius, will you go or no?

Cup.

• Come, come, I'll go. How far hence is your house?

Nurse.

• But hereby, child; we shall get thither straight.

Cup.

• Nurse, I am weary; will you carry me?

Nurse.

• Ay, so you'll dwell with me, and call me mother.

Cup.

• So you'll love me, I care not if I do,

Nurse.

• That I might live to see this boy a man!
• How prettily he laughs! Go [to], ye wag!1
• You'll be a twigger2 when you come to age.—

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• Say Dido what she will, I am not old;
• I'll be no more a widow: I am young;
• I'll have a husband, or else a lover.

Cup.

• A husband, and no teeth!

Nurse.

• O, what mean I to have such foolish thoughts?
• Foolish is love, a toy.—O sacred love!
• If there be any heaven in earth, 'tis love,
• Especially in women of your years.—
• Blush, blush for shame! why shouldst thou think of love?
• A grave, and not a lover, fits thy age.—

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• A grave! why, I may live a hundred years;
• Fourscore is but a girl's age: love is sweet—
• My veins are withered, and my sinews dry:

Cup.

• Come, nurse

Nurse.

• Well, if he come a-wooing, he shall speed:
• O, how unwise was I to say him nay!
• [Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I.

Enteræneas,1 with a paper in his hand, drawing the platform2 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;

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• The sun from Egypt shall rich odours bring,
• Wherewith his burning beams (like labouring bees
• That load their thighs with Hybla's honey-spoils)3
• Shall here unburden their exhaled sweets,
• And plant our pleasant suburbs with their1 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 determ'd with myself.

Clo.

• Let it be term'd Ænea, by your name.

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Strg.

• Rather Ascania, by your little son.

Æn.

• Nay, I will have it called AnchisÆon,
• Of my old father's name.
• EnterHermes with Ascanius

Her.

• Æneas, stay; Jove's herald bids thee stay.

Æn.

• Whom do I see? Jove's winged messenger!
• Welcome to Carthage new-erected town.
• Her, Why, cousin, stand you building cities here,
• And beautifying the empire of this queen,
• While Italy is clean out of thy mind?
• Too-too forgetful of thine own affairs,

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• Why wilt thou so betray thy son's good hap?
• The king of gods sent me from highest heaven,
• To sound this angry message in thine ears:
• Vain man, what monarchy expect'st thou here?
• Or with what thought sleep'st thou in Libya shore?
• If that all glory hath forsaken thee
• And thou despise the praise of such attempts,
• Yet think upon Ascanius' prophecy,
• And young lulus' more than thousand years,
• Whom I have brought from Ida, where he slept,

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• And bore young Cupid unto Cyprus' isle.

Æn.

• This was my mother that beguil'd the queen
• And made me take my brother for my son:
• No marvel, Dido, though thou be in love,
• That daily dandlest Cupid in the arms—
• Welcome, sweet child: where hast thou been this long?

Asc.

• Plating sweet comfits with Queen Dido's maid.
• Who ever since hath lull'd me in her arms.

Æn.

• Sergestus, bear him hence unto our ships,
• Lest Dido, spying him, keep him for a pledge.

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• [ExitSergestus with Ascanius.—
• Her, Spend'st thou thy time about this little boy,
• And giv'st not ear unto the charge I bring?
• I tell thee, thou must straight to Italy,
• Or else abide the wrath of frowning Jove.
• [Exit

Æn.

• How should I put into the raging deep.
• Who have no sails nor tackling for my ships?
• What? would the gods have me, Deucalion-like.
• Float up and down where'er the billows drive?
• Though she repair'd my fleet and gave me ships.
• Yet hath she ta'en away my oars and masts,

  60

• And left me neither sail nor stern1 aboard.
• EnterIarbas.

Iar.

• How now, Æneas! sad! what means these dumps?

Æn.

• Iarbas, I am clean besides myself;
• Jove hath heaped on me such a desperate charge,
• Which neither art nor reason may achieve,
• Nor I devise by what means to contrive.

Iar.

• As how, I pray? may I entreat you tell?

Æn.

• With speed he bids me sail to Italy,
• Whenas I want both rigging for my fleet,
• And also furniture for these my men.

  70

Iar.

• If that be all, then cheer thy drooping looks,
• For I will furnish thee with such supplies,
• Let some of those thy followers go with me,
• And they shall have what thing soe'er thou need'st.

Æn.

• Thanks, good Iarbas, for thy friendly aid:
• Achates and the rest shall wait on thee,
• Whilst I rest thankful for this courtesy.
• [Exeunt all except Æneas
• Now will I haste unto Lavinian shore,
• And raise a new foundation to old Troy.
• Witness the gods, and witness heaven and earth,

  80

• How loath I am to leave these Libyan bounds,
• But that eternal Jupiter commands!
• EnterDido.

Dido.

• I fear I saw Æneas' little son
• Led by Achates1 to the Trojan fleet.
• If it be so, his father means to fly:—
• But here he is; now, Dido, try thy wit—
• [Aside.
• Æneas, wherefore go thy men aboard?
• Why are thy ships new-rigged? or to what end,
• Launched from the haven, lie they in the road?
• Pardon me, though I ask; love makes me ask.

  90

Æn.

• O, pardon me, if I resolve thee why!
• Æneas will not feign with his dear love.
• I must from hence: this day, swift Mercury.
• When I was laying a platform1 for these walls,
• Sent from his father Jove, appear'd to me,
• And in his name rebuk'd me bitterly

Dido.

• But yet Æneas will not leave his love.

Æn.

• I am commanded by immortal Jove
• To leave this town and pass to Italy;

  100

• And therefore must of force.

Dido.

• These words proceed not from Æneas' heart.

Æn.

• Not from my heart, for I can hardly go;
• And yet I may not stay. Dido, farewell.

Dido.

• Farewell! is this the 'mends for Dido's love?
• Do Trojans use to quit2 their lovers thus?
• Fare well may Dido, so Æneas stay;
• I die, if my Æneas say farewell.

Æn.

• Then let me go, and never say farewell:
• Let me go; farewell:3 I must from hence.

  110

Dido.

• These words are poison to poor Dido's soul:
• O, speak like my Æneas, like my love!
• Why look'st thou toward the sea? the time hath been
• When Dido's beauty chain'd1 thine eyes to her.
• Am I less fair than when thou saw'st me first?
• O, then, Æneas, 'tis for grief of thee!
• Say thou wilt stay in Carthage with thy2 queen,
• And Dido's beauty will return again.
• Æneas, say, how can'st thou take thy leave?
• Wilt thou kiss Dido? O, thy lips have sworn

  120

• To stay with Dido! canst thou take her hand?
• Thy hand and mine have plighted mutual faith:
• Therefore, unkind Æneas, must thou say,
• “Then let me go, and never say farewell?”

Æn.

• O queen of Carthage, wert thou ugly-black,
• Æneas could not choose but hold thee dear!

Dido.

• The gods! what gods be those that seek my
• death?
• Wherein have I offended Jupiter,
• That he should take Æneas from mine arms?

  130

• O no! the gods weigh not what lovers do:
• It is Æneas calls Æneas hence;
• And woful Dido, by these blubber'd3 cheeks,
• By this right hand, and by our spousal rites,
• Desires Æneas to remain with her;
• Si4 bene quid de te merui, fuit aut tibi quidquam
• Dulce meum, miserere domus labentis, et istam,
• Oro, si quis adhuc1 precibus locus, exue mentem.

Æn.

• Desine2 meque tuis incendere teque querelis,
• Italiam non sponte sequor.

  140

Dido.

• Hast thou forgot how many neighbour kings
• Were up in arms, for making thee my love?
• How Carthage did rebel, Iarbas storm,
• And all the world calls me a second Helen.
• For being entangled by a stranger's looks?
• So thou wouldst prove as true as Paris did,
• Would, as fair Troy was, Carthage might be sack'd,
• And I be called a second Helena!
• Had I a son by thee, the grief were less,
• That I might see Æneas in his face:

  150

• Now if thou go'st, what canst thou leave behind,
• But rather will augment than ease my woe?

AEn.

• In vain, my love, thou spend'st thy fainting
• breath:
• If words might move me, I were overcome.

Dido.

• And wilt thou not be mov'd with Dido's words?
• Thy3 mother was no goddess, perjured man,
• Nor Dardanus the author of thy stock;
• But thou art sprung from Scythian Caucasus.
• And tigers of Hyrcania gave thee suck.—
• Ah, foolish Dido, to forbear this long!—

  160

• Wast thou not wrecked upon this Libyan shore,
• And cam'st to Dido like a fisher swain?
• Repaired not I thy ships, made thee a king,
• And all thy needy followers noblemen?
• O serpent, that came creeping from the shore,
• And I for pity harbour'd in my bosom,
• Wilt thou now slay me with thy venomed sting,
• And hiss at Dido for preserving thee?
• Go, go, and spare not; seek out Italy:
• I hope that that which love forbids me do,

  170

• The rocks and sea-gulfs will perform at large,
• And thou shalt perish in the billows' ways
• To whom poor Dido doth bequeath revenge:
• Ay, traitor! and the waves shall cast thee up,
• Where thou and false Achates first set foot;
• Which if it chance, I'll give ye burial,
• And weep upon your lifeless carcasses,
• Though thou nor he will pity me a whit.
• Why starest thou in my face? If thou wilt stay,
• Leap in mine arms; mine arms are open wide;

  180

• If not, turn from me, and I'll turn from thee;
• For though thou hast the heart to say farewell,
• I have not power to stay thee.
• [Exitæneas
• Is he gone?
• Ay, but he'll come again; he cannot go;
• He loves me too-too well to serve me so:
• Yet he that in my sight would not relent,
• Will, being absent, be obdurate1 still.
• By this, is he got to the water-side;
• And, see, the sailors take him by the hand;
• But he shrinks back; and now remembering me,

  190

• Returns amain: welcome, welcome, my love!
• But where's Æneas? ah, he's gone, he's gone!
• EnterAnna.

Anna.

• What means my sister, thus to rave and cry?

Dido.

• O Anna, my Æneas is aboard,
• And, leaving me, will sail to Italy!
• Once didst thou go, and he came back again:
• Now bring him back, and thou shalt be a queen,
• And I will live a private life with him.

Anna.

• Wicked Æneas!

Dido.

• Call him not wicked, sister: speak him fair,

  200

• And look upon him with a mermaid's eye,
• Tell him, I never vow'd at Aulis' gulf
• The desolation of his native Troy,
• Nor sent a thousand ships unto the walls,
• Nor ever violated faith to him;
• Request him gently, Anna, to return:
• I crave but this,—he stay a tide or two,
• That I may learn to bear it patiently;
• If he depart thus suddenly, I die.
• Run, Anna, run; stay not to answer me.

  210

Anna.

• I go, fair sister: heavens grant good success!
• [Exit
• Enter Nurse.

Nurse.

• O Dido, your little son Ascanius
• Is gone! he lay with me last night,
• And in the morning he was stoln from me:
• I think some fairies have beguilèd me.

Dido.

• O cursèd hag and false dissembling wretch,
• That slay'st me with thy harsh and hellish tale!
• Thou for some petty gift hast let him go,
• And I am thus deluded of my boy.—
• Away with her to prison presently,

  220

• Enter Attendants.
• Trait'ress too kenned1 and cursèd sorceress!

Nurse.

• I know not what you mean by treason, I;
• I am as true as any one of yours.

Dido.

• Away with her! suffer her not to speak,
• [Exit Nurse with Attendants.
• My sister comes: I like not her sad looks.
• Re-enterAnna.

Anna.

• Before I came, Æneas was aboard,
• And, spying me, hoist up the sails amain;
• But I cried out, “Æneas, false Æneas, stay!”
• Then gan he wag his hand, which, yet held up,
• Made me suppose he would have heard me speak;

  230

• Then gan they drive into the ocean:
• Which when I view'd, I cried, “Æneas, stay!
• Dido, fair Dido wills Æneas stay!”
• Yet he, whose heart['s] of adamant or flint,
• My tears nor plaints could mollify a whit.
• Then carelessly I rent my hair for grief:
• Which seen to all, though he beheld me not,
• They gan to move him to redress my ruth,
• And stay a while to hear what I could say;
• But he, clapp'd under hatches, sail'd away.

  240

Dido.

• O Anna, Anna, I will follow him!

Anna.

• How can you go, when he hath all your fleet?

Dido.

• I'll frame me wings of wax, like Icarus,
• And, o'er his ships, will soar unto the sun,
• That they may melt, and I fall in his arms;
• Or else I'll make a prayer unto the waves,
• That I may swim to him, like Triton's niece.
• O Anna, [Anna,1 ] fetch Arion's2 harp,
• That I may tice a dolphin to the shore,
• And ride upon his back unto my love!

  250

• Look, sister, look! lovely Æneas' ships!
• See, see, the billows heave him3 up to heaven,
• And now down falls the keels into the deep!
• O sister, sister, take away the rocks!
• They'll break his ships. O Proteus, Neptune, Jove,
• Save, save Æneas, Dido's liefest4 love!
• Now is he come on shore, safe without hurt:
• But, see, Achates wills him put to sea,
• And all the sailors merry-make for joy;
• But he, remembering me, shrinks back again:

  260

• See, where he comes! welcome, welcome, my love!

Anna.

• Ah, sister, leave these idle fantasies!
• Sweet sister, cease; remember who you are.

Dido.

• Dido I am, unless I be deceiv'd:
• And must I rave thus for a runagate?
• Must I make ships for him to sail away?
• Nothing can bear me to him but a ship,
• And he hath all my1 fleet.—What shall I do,
• But die in fury of this oversight?
• Ay; I must be the murderer of my self:

  270

• No, but I am not; yet I will be straight —
• [Aside.
• Anna, be glad; now have I found a mean
• To rid me from these thoughts of lunacy
• Not far from hence
• There is a woman famousèd for arts,
• Daughter2 unto the nymphs Hesperides,
• Who will'd me sacrifice his ticing relics:
• Go, Anna, bid my servants bring me fire.
• [ExitAnna
• EnterIarbas.

Iar.

• How long will Dido mourn a stranger's flight
• That hath dishonoured her and Carthage both?

  280

• How long shall I with grief consume my days,
• And reap no guerdon for my truest love?
• Enter Attendants with wood and torches.

Dido.

• Iarbas, talk not of Æneas; let him go:
• Lay to thy hands, and help me make a fire,
• That shall consume all that this stranger left;
• For I intend a private sacrifice,
• To cure my mind, that melts for unkind love.

Iar.

• But afterwards, will Dido grant me love?

Dido.

• Ay, ay, Iarbas; after this is done,
• None in the world shall have my love but thou.

  290

• [They make a fire.
• So leave me now; let none approach this place.
• [ExeuntIarbasand Attendants.
• Now, Dido, with these relics burn thyself.
• And make Æneas famous through the world
• For perjury and slaughter of a queen.
• Here he1 the sword that in the darksome cave
• He drew, and swore by, to be true to me:
• Thou shalt burn first; thy crime is worse than his.
• Here lie the garment which I cloth'd him in
• When first he came on shore; perish thou too.
• These letters, lines, and perjur'd papers, all

  300

• Shall burn to cinders in this precious flame.
• And now, ye gods, that guide the starry frame.
• And order all things at your high dispose,
• Grant, though the traitors land in Italy,
• They may be still tormented with unrest;
• And from mine ashes let a conqueror rise,
• That may revenge this treason to a queen
• By ploughing up his countries with the sword!
• Betwixt this land and that be never league:
• Litora2 litoribus contraria, fluctibus undas

  310

• Imprecor, arma armis, pugnent ipsique nepotes!3
• Live, false Æneas; truest Dido dies;
• Sic,1 sic juvat ire sub umbras.
• [Throws herself into the flames.
• Re-enterAnna.

Anna.

• O, help, Iarbas! Dido in these flames
• Hath burnt herself! ay me, unhappy me!
• Re-enterIarbas, running.

Iar.

• Cursèd Iarbas, die to expiate
• The grief that tires2 upon thine inward soul!—
• Dido, I come to thee.—Ay me, Æneas!
• [Stabs himself, and dies.

Anna.

• What can my tears or cries prevail3 me now
• Dido is dead!

  320

• Iarbas slain, Iarbas my dear love!
• O sweet Iarbas, Anna's sole delight!
• What fatal destiny envìes me thus,
• To see my sweet Iarbas slay himself?
• But Anna now shall honour thee in death,
• And mix her blood with thine; this shall I do,
• That gods and men may pity this my death,
• And rue our ends, senseless of life or breath:
• Now, sweet Iarbas, stay! I come to thee.
• [Stabs herself, and dies.

END OF VOL. II.

[1]Old ed “aire.”

[1]“This expression is well illustrated by Titian's [?] picture (in the National Gallery) of the rape of Ganymede.—In Shakespeare's Loves Labour's Lost, act v. sc. 2, we have,—

• ‘A lady wall'd-about with diamonds!’”—Dyce.

[2]This speech is undoubtedly by Marlowe, but it is curious that Nashe, in Summer's Last Will and Testament, speaks of the amusement caused among the gods by the sight of Vulcan's dancing:—“To make the gods merry the celestial clown Vulcan tuned his polt foot to the measures of Apollo's lute, and danced a limping galliard in Jove's starry hall” (Hazlitt's Dodsley, viii. 91). In both passages there is perhaps an allusion to the lines in the first book of the Iliad (599–600), describing how “unquenchable laughter rose among the blessed gods when they saw Hephæstus bustling through the hall.”

[1]Surprised.

[2]The stars were the children of Astræus and Eos. See Hesiod, Theogony, ll. 381–2.

[3]These rhyming lines are suggestive of Nashe.

[1]“Parce metu, Cytherea; manent immota tuoram Fata tibi.”

• Virg. Æn. 1. 257–8.

[2]“Hic jam ter centumt totos regnabitur annos Gente sub Hectorea.”

• Virg. Æn. 1. 272–3.

[3]“Donec regina sacerdos

• Marte gravis geminam partu dabit Ilia prolem.”
• Virg. Æn. 1. 273–4.

[1]Probably a misspelling of “eternise.”

[2]Business.

[3]The scene shifts to a wood near the sea-shore.

[1]Old ed. “Cimodoœ.”—Cf. Virgil, Æn. 1. 144.

[2]Old ed. “thee.”

[3]

• “Vos et Scyllaeam rabiem penitusque sonantes
• Accestis scopulos, vos et Cyclopia saxa
• Experti. revocate animos, maestumque timorem Mittite.”

—Virgil, Æn. 1. 200–203

[4]Old ed. “cunning.”

[1]Cf. Titus Andronicus, iii, 2 (a great part of which I attribute to Marlowe):—

• “Thou map of woe that thus dost talk in signs” (l. 12).

[2]Old ed. “aire.”

[1]From this point to the end of the scene Marlowe follows Virgil very closely.—Cf. Æn. i. 321–410.

[2]Old ed. “Turen.”

[1]Greene (in Orlando Furioso) uses the same form:—

• “Thou see'st that Medor and Angelica
• Are still so secret in their private walks,
• As that they trace the shady lawnds.”

[1]

• “Quid natum totiens, crudelis tu quoque, falsis
• Ludis imaginibus?”

Virg. Æn. i. 407–8.

[2]Scene: Carthage.

[3]Old ed. “Cloanthes.”

[1]For what follows cf. Virg. Æn. i. 524–78.

[2]The expression “buckle with” occurs twice in 1 Henry VI., and once in 3 Henry VI.: nowhere in Shakespeare's undoubted plays.

[1]Old ed. “Vausis.”

[2]Dyce proposes “all” for “shall.” Retaining “shall” the sense is “we would hope to requite your kindness in such a way as shall,” &c.

[1]Scene: Juno's temple at Carthage.

[2]Virgil represents the tale of Troy depicted on a fresco in Juno's temple.

[1]Perhaps a misprint for “tears.”

[1]Æneas is not shrouded in a cloud, as the reader (remembering Virgil) might at first suppose. Ilioneus fails to recognise Æneas in his mean apparel.

[2]Old ed. “meanes.”

[1]We must suppose that the scene changes to Dido's palace.

[2]Old ed. “viewd.”

[1]“An odd mistake on the part of the poet; similar to that which is attributed to the Duke of Newcastle in Smollet's Humphry Clinker (vol. i. 236, ed. 1783), where his grace is made to talk about ‘thirty thousand French marching from Acadia to Cape Breton.' (The following passage of Sir J. Harington's Orlando Furioso will hardly be thought sufficient to vindicate our author from the imputation of a blunder in geography:

• ‘Now had they lost the sight of Holland shore,
• And marcht with gentle gale in comely ranke,’ &c.
• B. x. st. 16.)”—Dyce.
• The passage of Harington seems to amply vindicate Marlowe.

[1]This epithet alone would show that the passage is Marlowe's.—Cf Edward II., v. i. l. 44, “Heaven turn it to a blaze of quenchless fire!”

[2]We have had the expression “ring of pikes” in 2 Tamburlaine iii. 2. l. 99.

[1]Mr. Symonds has an excellent criticism on this passage in Shakespeare's Predecessors, 664–5. He contrasts Virgil's reserve with Marlowe's exaggeration; and remarks that “even Shakespeare, had he dealt with Hector's as he did with Hamlet's father's ghost, would have sought to intensify the terror of the apparition at the expense of artistic beauty.”

[2]Armour.

[1]Old ed. “wound.” The emendation was suggested by Collier Shakespeare certainly glanced at this passage when he wrote —

• “Unequal match'd
• Pyrrhus and Priam drives, in rage strikes wide;
• But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword
• The unnerved father falls.”

Very slight heightening was required to give a burlesque turn to this speech of Æneas.

[2]Old ed, “Fawne.”

[1]Old ed. “And after by that.”

[2]Cease speaking.

[1]We must suppose that Venus had borne the sleeping Ascanius to Cythera or Cyprus.—Cf. Virg. Æn. i. 680–1 —

• “Hunc ego sopitum somno super alta Cythera
• Aut super Idalium sacrata sede recondam.”

[2]Sentinels. The form “centronel” (or “sentronel”) occurs in the Tryal of Chevalry (1605), i. 3:—“Lieutenant, discharge Nod, and let Cricket stand Sentronell till I come.”

[1]Old ed. “Citheida's”

[2]Grandson (Lat. nepos)

[1]Scene: a room in Dido's palace.

[1]The same form of expression occurs in the Jew of Malta, iii. Il. 32, 33:—

• “Upon which altar I will offer up
• My daily sacrifice of sighs and tears.'

[1]“I.e. (I suppose) twisted.”—Dyce.

[2]“The blank verse, falling in couplets, seems to cry aloud for rhymes.”—Symonds.

[1]Ballast.

[2]I have adopted Dyce's emendation. The old ed. gives “meanly.” (Collier suggested “newly.”)

[3]Dyce gives this line to Sergestus, arguing that the prefix Æn. is “proved to be wrong by the next speech of Dido.” But we may suppose that Dido is there calling Æneas' attention to another set of pictures on the opposite side of the stage.

[4]Old ed. “Olympus.”

[1]Old ed. “how.”

[1]Old ed. “speak” (repeated from the line above).

[2]Scene: a grove.

[3]“Heir of Fury” is certainly a strange expression, but I dare not adopt Cunningham's emendation, “heir of Troy.”

[4]Old ed. “face.”

[5]Old ed. “left out.”

[1]Old ed. “made.”—The correction is Dyce's.

[2]See vol. i. p. 35, note 4.

[3]Ready.

[1]A Virgilian passage. Cf. Æn. 1. 26–8.—

• “Manet alta mente repostum
• Judicium Paridis spretæque injuria formæ,
• Et genus invisum, et rapti Ganimedis honores.”

[2]Irresistible.

[3]Old ed. “change.

[4]Love.

[1]Old ed, “these.”

[1]Scene: a wood near Carthage.

[2]Old ed. “shrowdes.”

[1]A deer or other animal was said to “take soil” when it fled from its pursuers to the water, Dyce quotes from Cotgrave.—”Souil de sangher. The soile of a wild Boare; the slough or mire wherein he hath wallowed.”

[1]Far—fetched. There was a common proverb “far—fet and dear—bought is good for ladies.”—Old ed. “far fet to the sea.

[1]Old ed. “for.”—In the preceding line the old ed. reads “effect.”

[2]The father of Anchises.

[3]Old ed. “descend” (which Dyce and Cunningham strangely retain).

[1]Scene: before the cave.

[2]The line is unrhythmical and corrupt. Qy, “That can call forth the winds”?

[1]Old ed. “Tiphous.”

[2]Still, hushed.

[3]Old ed. “eares.”

[1]Scene; a room in Iarbas' house.

[2]The epithet “gloomy,” here and in 1. 2, contrasts oddly with “Father of gladness and all frolic thoughts,”

[3]Elissa (Dido).

[1]Scene: a room in Dido's palace,

[2]Old ed. “the.”

[3]Cf. Faustus, scene xiv.—” And burnt the topless towers of Itn.”

[1]Old ed. “beames,”-a mistake, as Dyce observed, for “reames” (a common form of “realms”

[2]Old ed. “my”

[1]“Coll” = cling round the neck.

[2]Scene: a room in Dido's palace.

[1]Old ed. “Circes.”

[1]It is related in the fifth book of the Iliad how Aphrodite snrouded Æneas in a cloud when he was hard pressed by Diomed. -Old ed. “fleest”

[2]Old ed. “Heavens.”

[1]Desire, order.

[1]Old ed. “loues.”

[1]Cf. Faustus—

• “Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.”

[2]Intrigued.

[1]Old ed. “he.”

[2]Float.

[3]Lat. lympha is the same word as Nympha.

[1]Scene' the open country near Carthage.

[1]The reader will be reminded of Juliet's Nurse. The word to is inserted at the suggestion of a critic in the Athenum (No. 2977).

[2]Wencher.

[1]Scene: a room in Dido's palace.

[2]Plan.

[3]Old ed. “honeys spoyles.”

[1]Old ed. “her.” In the Athenaum for 10th May 1884, Dr. Karl Eke makes the plausible emendation, “And scent our pleasant suburbs with perfumes”

[1]Rudder Cf. 1 Henry. VI, 1. 1 —

• “The king from Eirham I intend to send, And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.”

[1]At 1 50 the stage-direction was “Exit Sergestus with Ascanus.”

[1]Plan.

[2]Requite.

[3]A word which it is not easy to supply has been omitted. Dyce's “farewell [none]” and Cunningham's “Let me go is farewell” are equally unsatisfactory.

[1]Old ed. “chaunged.”

[2]Old ed. “my.”

[3]Cf. iTamburlaine, v. i, 1. 21.

[4]Virgil, Æn, iv. 317.

[1]Old ed. “ad hæc.”

[2]Virgil, Æn. iv. 360.

[3]Cf. Virgil, Æn. iv 365-7:—

• “Nee tibi diva parens, generis nec Dardanus auctor, Perfide; sed duris genuit te cautibus horrens Caucasus, Hycanæque admorunt ubera tigres”

[1]Old ed. “abdurate.”

[1]Old ed. “keend.” If “kenned” is the right reading, we must suppose the meaning to be “too clearly perceived.”

[1]I have repeated “Anna” for the sake of the metre. Cf. 1. 241.

[2]Old ed. “Orions.”

[3]Dyce's correction “'em” seems unnecessary.

[4]Dearest. Cf. 2 Henry VI., III. I —

• “And with your best endeavours have stirred up My liefest hege to be mine enemy.”

[1]Old ed. “thy.”

[2]“Daughter” is nonsense. Should we read “Guardian to” (or “unto”)? Cf Virg. Æn. iv. 484:—

• “Hesperidum templi custos.”

[1]Here and in 1, 298 Dyce needlessly reads “hes.”

[2]“Virg Æn. iv. 628.

[3]The best editions of Virgil read “ipsique nepotesque.”

[1]Virg. Æn. iv. 660.

[2]Preys.

[3]Avail.