Front Page Titles (by Subject) SCENE III - The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2
SCENE III - 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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- 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!