Front Page Titles (by Subject) ACT IV. - The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2
ACT IV. - 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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EnterAchates, Cupid as Ascanius, Iarbas, and Anna.
- Did ever men see such a sudden storm
- Or day so clear so suddenly o'ercast?
- I think some fell enchantress dwelleth here,
- That can call them forth whenas she please,
- And dive into black tempest's treasury,
- In all my life Ignever knew the like;
- It hailed, it snowed, it lightened all at once.
- I think it was the devil revelling night,
- There was such hurly-burly in the heavens:
- Doubtless Apollo's axle-tree is crack'd,
- Or aged Atlas' shoulder out of joint,
- The motion was so over-violent.
- In all this coil, where have ye left the queen?
- Nay, where's my warlike father, can you tell?
- Behold, where both of them come forth the cave,
- Come forth the cave! can heaven endure this sight?
- Iarbas curse that unrevenging Jove,
- Whose flinty dart slept in Typhœus' den,
- Whiles these adulterers surfeited with sin.
- 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!
- Enter; from the cave, Æneas andDido.
- The air is clear, and southern winds are whist.
- Come, Dido, let us hasten to the town,
- Since gloomy Æolus doth cease to frown.
- Achates and Ascanius, well met
- Fair Anna, how escap'd you from the shower?
- As others did, by running to the wood.
- But where were you, Iarbas, all this while?
- Not with Æneas in the ugly cave.
- 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.
EnterIarbas to sacrifice.
- 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 gloomy 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 Eliza to resound!
- 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,
- Redress these wrongs, and warn him to his ships,
- That now afflicts me with his flattering eyes.
- Enter Anna.
- How now, Iarbas! at your prayers so hard?
- Ay, Anna: is there aught you would with me?
- 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,
- Anna, against this Trojan do I pray,
- Who seeks to rob me of thy sister's love,
- And dive into her heart by colour'd looks.
- 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.
- 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,
- Or drop out both mine eyes in drizzling tears,
- Before my sorrow's tide have any stint!
- 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.
- 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,
- That do pursue my peace where'er it goes.
- [Exit.-Servants re-enter, and carry out the vessels, &c.
- 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.
- Carthage, my friendly host, adieu!
- Since Destiny doth call me from thy 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,
- Till he hath furrowed Neptune's glassy fields,
- And cut a passage through his topless hills.—
- Achates, come forth! Sergestus, Ilioneus,
- Cloanthus, haste away! Ænezs calls.
- Enter Achates, Cloanthus, Sergestus, and Ilioneus.
- What wills our lord, or wherefore did he call?
- The dreams, brave mates, that did beset my bed.
- When sleep but newly had embrac'd the night
- Commands me leave these unrenowmed realms,
- Whereas nobility abhors to stay,
- And none but base Æneas will abide.
- 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 thy body to my lips.
- That, tied together by the striving tongues,
- We may, as one, sail into Italy.”
- 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?
- No, no; she cares not how we sink or swim,
- So she may have Æneas in her arms,
- To Italy, sweet friends, to Italy!
- We will not stay a minute longer here.
- 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,
- Her silver arms will coll 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!
EnterDido and Anna.
- 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,
- Which Circe 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.
- “Twas time to run; Æneas had been gone;
- The sails were hoising up, and he aboard.
- O princely Dido, give me leave to speak'
- I went to take my farewell of Achates.
- How haps Achates bid me not farewell?
- Ach, Because I feared your grace would keep me here.
- 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.
- O false Æneas! now the sea is rough;
- But, when you were aboard, 'twas calm enough:
- Thou and Achates meant to sail away.
- Hath not the Carthage queen mine only son?
- Tnmks Dido I will go and leave him here?
- 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.
- This kiss shall be fair Dido's punishment.
- O, how a crown becomes Æneas' head!
- Stay here, Æneas, and command as king.
- How vain am I to wear this diadem,
- And bear this golden sceptre in my hand!
- A burgonet of steel, and not a crown,
- A sword, and not a sceptre, fits Æneas.
- 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,
- That thou and I unseen might sport ourselves!
- Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale;
- And when we whisper then the stars fall down,
- To be partakers of our honey talk.
- 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.
- Dido. Not all the world can take thee from mine arms.
- 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 will my guard, with Mauntanian darts
- To wait upon him as their sovereign lord.
- What if the citizens repine thereat?
- 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.
- Æneas, for his parentage, deserves
- As large a kingdom as is Libya.
- 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.
- 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 lives and thousand guiltless souls,
- Will lead an host against the hateful Greeks,
- And fire proud LacedÆmon o'er their heads.
- [Exeunt all except Dido and Carthaginian Lords
- 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
- 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.
- [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;
- 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 immortal with a kiss.
- Re-enter First Lord, with Attendants carrying tackling, &c.
- Your nurse is gone with young Ascanius:
- And here's Æneas' tackling, oars, and sails.
- Are these the sails that, in despite of me,
- Pack'd 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:
- 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 ye go, he stays in Carthage still;
- And let rich Carthage fleet 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,
- 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,
- 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!
- 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,
- 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.
Enter Nurse, withCupid as Ascanius.
- My Lord Ascanius, you must go with me.
- Cup Whither must I go? I'll stay with my mother,
- 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,
- White swans, and many lovely water-fowls.
- Now speak, Ascanius, will you go or no?
- Come, come, I'll go. How far hence is your house?
- But hereby, child; we shall get thither straight.
- Nurse, I am weary; will you carry me?
- Ay, so you'll dwell with me, and call me mother.
- So you'll love me, I care not if I do,
- That I might live to see this boy a man!
- How prettily he laughs! Go [to], ye wag!
- You'll be a twigger when you come to age.—
- 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.
- 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.—
- 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:
- Well, if he come a-wooing, he shall speed:
- O, how unwise was I to say him nay!
- “Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.”