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SCENE III - Christopher Marlowe, The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2 [1593]

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The Works of Christopher Marlowe, ed. A.H. Bullen (London: John C. Nimmo, 1885). Vol. 2.

Part of: The Works of Christopher Marlowe, 3 vols.

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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.

[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.