Front Page Titles (by Subject) SCENE I. - The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2
SCENE I. - Christopher Marlowe, The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2 
The Works of Christopher Marlowe, ed. A.H. Bullen (London: John C. Nimmo, 1885). Vol. 2.
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- 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.
- 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.
- 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
- But Dido is the favour I request.
- Fear not, Iarbas; Dido may be thine.
- Look, sister, how Æneas' little son
- Plays with your garments and embraceth you.
- No, Dido will not take me in her arms;
- I shall not be her son, she loves me not.
- Weep not, sweet boy; thou shalt be Dido's son:
- Sit in my lap, and let me hear thee sing.
- No more, my child; now talk another while,
- And tell me where learn'dst thou this pretty song.
- My cousin Helen taught it me in Troy.
- How lovely is Ascanius when he smiles!
- Will Dido let me hang about her neck?
- Ay, wag; and give thee leave to kiss her too.
- What will you give me now? I'll have this fan.
- Take it, Ascanius, for thy father's sake.
- Come, Dido, leave Ascanius; let us walk.
- Go thou away; Ascanius shall stay.
- Ungentle queen, is this thy love to me?
- O, stay, Iarbas, and I'll go with thee!
- An if my mother go, I'll follow her.
- Why stay'st thou here? thou art no love of mine.
- Iarbas, die, seeing she abandons thee!
- 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.
- Am I not king of rich Gætulia?
- Iarbas, pardon me, and stay a while.
- What tell'st thou me of rich Gætulia?
- Am not I queen of Libya? then depart.
- I go to feed the humour of my love,
- Yet not from Carthage for a thousand worlds.
- No; but I charge thee never look on me.
- Then pull out both mine eyes, or let me die.
- Wherefore doth Dido bid Iarbas go?
- Because his loathsome sight offends mine eye,
- And in my thoughts is shrined another love.
- Poor soul, I know too well the sour of love:
- O, that Iarbas could but fancy me!
- Is not Æneas fair and beautiful?
- Yes; and Iarbas foul and favourless.
- Is he not eloquent in all his speech?
- Yes; and Iarbas rude and rustical.
- Name not Iarbas: but, sweet Anna, say,
- Is not Æneas worthy Dido's love?
- O sister, were you empress of the world,
- Æneas well deserves to be your love!
- So lovely is he, that, where'er he goes,
- The people swarm to gaze him in the face.
- 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.
- Then, sister, you'll abjure Iarbas' love?
- Yet must I hear that loathsome name again?
- Run for Æneas, or I'll fly to him.
- You shall not hurt my father when he comes.
- No; for thy sake I'll love thy father well.—
- 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 up
- 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,
- 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?
- That will Æneas show your majesty.
- I understand your highness sent for me.
- No; but, now thou art here, tell me, in sooth,
- In what might Dido highly pleasure thee.
- 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,
- We will account her author of our lives.
- 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 rivelled gold,
- Wound on the barks of odoriferous trees;
- 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;
- 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, empty Dido's treasury:
- Take what ye will, but leave Æneas here.
- Achates, thou shalt be so seemly 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
- Than Thetis hangs about Apollo's neck,
- So that Æneas may but stay with me.
- Wherefore would Dido have Æneas stay?
- 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?
- I saw this man at Troy, ere Troy was sack'd.
- I this in Greece, when Paris stole fair Helen.
- This man and I were at Olympia's games,
- I know this face; he is a Persian born:
- I travell'd with him to Ætolia.
- And I in Athens with this gentleman,
- Unless I be deceived, disputed once.
- But speak, Æneas; know you none of these?
- No, madam; but it seems that these are kings.
- All these, and others which I never saw,
- Have been most urgent suitors for my love;
- 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;
- 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 now I swear, by heaven and him I love,
- I was as far from love as they from hate.
- O, happy shall he be whom Dido loves!
- 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,—
- And yet I hate thee not.—O, if I speak,
- I shall betray myself! [Aside.]—Æneas, come:
- 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.
- “Upon which altar I will offer up
- My daily sacrifice of sighs and tears.'