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SCENE II. - 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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EnterJunotoAscanius, who lies asleep.
- Here lies my hate, Æneas' cursèd brat,
- The boy wherein false Destiny delights,
- The heir of Fury, the favourite of the Fates,
- 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,
- And feed infection with his let-out 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 mind 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.
- What should this mean? my doves are back return'd
- Who warn me of such danger prest at hand
- To harm my sweet Ascanius' lovely life.—
- Juno, my mortal foe, what make you here?
- 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
- Whom kindred and acquaintance co-unites?
- 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.
- 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,
- And wrought him mickle woe on sea and land,
- When, for the hate of Trojan Ganymede,
- 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 unresisted friends:
- Wherefore I changed my counsel with the time,
- And planted love where envy erst had sprung.
- 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;
- Fancy and modesty shall live as mates,
- And thy fair peacocks by my pigeons perch:
- Love my Æneas, and desire is thine;
- The day, the night, my swans, my sweets, are thine.
- 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,
- 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.
- 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.
- 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 the woods adjoining to these walls;
- When, in the midst of all their gamesome sports,
- I'll make the clouds dissolve their watery works,
- 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.
- 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.
- “Manet alta mente repostum
- Judicium Paridis spretæque injuria formæ,
- Et genus invisum, et rapti Ganimedis honores.”