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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Enteræneas, with a paper in his hand, drawing the platform of the city, Achates, Sergestus, Cloanthus, and Ilioneus,
- Triumph, my mates! our travels are at end
- Here will Æneas build a statelier Troy
- Than that which grim Atrides overthrew
- Carthage shall vaunt her petty walls no more;
- For I will grace them with a fairer frame,
- And clad her in a crystal livery,
- Wherein the day may evermore delight;
- From golden India Ganges will I fetch,
- Whose wealthy streams may wait upon her towers,
- And triple-wise entrench her round about;
- The sun from Egypt shall rich odours bring,
- Wherewith his burning beams (like labouring bees
- That load their thighs with Hybla's honey-spoils)
- Shall here unburden their exhaled sweets,
- And plant our pleasant suburbs with their fumes,
- Ach, What length or breadth shall this brave town contain?
- Not past four thousand paces at the most.
- Ili But what shall it be call'd? Troy, as before?
- That have I not determ'd with myself.
- Let it be term'd Ænea, by your name.
- Rather Ascania, by your little son.
- Nay, I will have it called AnchisÆon,
- Of my old father's name.
- EnterHermes with Ascanius
- Æneas, stay; Jove's herald bids thee stay.
- Whom do I see? Jove's winged messenger!
- Welcome to Carthage new-erected town.
- Her, Why, cousin, stand you building cities here,
- And beautifying the empire of this queen,
- While Italy is clean out of thy mind?
- Too-too forgetful of thine own affairs,
- Why wilt thou so betray thy son's good hap?
- The king of gods sent me from highest heaven,
- To sound this angry message in thine ears:
- Vain man, what monarchy expect'st thou here?
- Or with what thought sleep'st thou in Libya shore?
- If that all glory hath forsaken thee
- And thou despise the praise of such attempts,
- Yet think upon Ascanius' prophecy,
- And young lulus' more than thousand years,
- Whom I have brought from Ida, where he slept,
- And bore young Cupid unto Cyprus' isle.
- This was my mother that beguil'd the queen
- And made me take my brother for my son:
- No marvel, Dido, though thou be in love,
- That daily dandlest Cupid in the arms—
- Welcome, sweet child: where hast thou been this long?
- Plating sweet comfits with Queen Dido's maid.
- Who ever since hath lull'd me in her arms.
- Sergestus, bear him hence unto our ships,
- Lest Dido, spying him, keep him for a pledge.
- [ExitSergestus with Ascanius.—
- Her, Spend'st thou thy time about this little boy,
- And giv'st not ear unto the charge I bring?
- I tell thee, thou must straight to Italy,
- Or else abide the wrath of frowning Jove.
- How should I put into the raging deep.
- Who have no sails nor tackling for my ships?
- What? would the gods have me, Deucalion-like.
- Float up and down where'er the billows drive?
- Though she repair'd my fleet and gave me ships.
- Yet hath she ta'en away my oars and masts,
- And left me neither sail nor stern aboard.
- How now, Æneas! sad! what means these dumps?
- Iarbas, I am clean besides myself;
- Jove hath heaped on me such a desperate charge,
- Which neither art nor reason may achieve,
- Nor I devise by what means to contrive.
- As how, I pray? may I entreat you tell?
- With speed he bids me sail to Italy,
- Whenas I want both rigging for my fleet,
- And also furniture for these my men.
- If that be all, then cheer thy drooping looks,
- For I will furnish thee with such supplies,
- Let some of those thy followers go with me,
- And they shall have what thing soe'er thou need'st.
- Thanks, good Iarbas, for thy friendly aid:
- Achates and the rest shall wait on thee,
- Whilst I rest thankful for this courtesy.
- [Exeunt all except Æneas
- Now will I haste unto Lavinian shore,
- And raise a new foundation to old Troy.
- Witness the gods, and witness heaven and earth,
- How loath I am to leave these Libyan bounds,
- But that eternal Jupiter commands!
- I fear I saw Æneas' little son
- Led by Achates to the Trojan fleet.
- If it be so, his father means to fly:—
- But here he is; now, Dido, try thy wit—
- Æneas, wherefore go thy men aboard?
- Why are thy ships new-rigged? or to what end,
- Launched from the haven, lie they in the road?
- Pardon me, though I ask; love makes me ask.
- O, pardon me, if I resolve thee why!
- Æneas will not feign with his dear love.
- I must from hence: this day, swift Mercury.
- When I was laying a platform for these walls,
- Sent from his father Jove, appear'd to me,
- And in his name rebuk'd me bitterly
- But yet Æneas will not leave his love.
- I am commanded by immortal Jove
- To leave this town and pass to Italy;
- And therefore must of force.
- These words proceed not from Æneas' heart.
- Not from my heart, for I can hardly go;
- And yet I may not stay. Dido, farewell.
- Farewell! is this the 'mends for Dido's love?
- Do Trojans use to quit their lovers thus?
- Fare well may Dido, so Æneas stay;
- I die, if my Æneas say farewell.
- Then let me go, and never say farewell:
- Let me go; farewell: I must from hence.
- These words are poison to poor Dido's soul:
- O, speak like my Æneas, like my love!
- Why look'st thou toward the sea? the time hath been
- When Dido's beauty chain'd thine eyes to her.
- Am I less fair than when thou saw'st me first?
- O, then, Æneas, 'tis for grief of thee!
- Say thou wilt stay in Carthage with thy queen,
- And Dido's beauty will return again.
- Æneas, say, how can'st thou take thy leave?
- Wilt thou kiss Dido? O, thy lips have sworn
- To stay with Dido! canst thou take her hand?
- Thy hand and mine have plighted mutual faith:
- Therefore, unkind Æneas, must thou say,
- “Then let me go, and never say farewell?”
- O queen of Carthage, wert thou ugly-black,
- Æneas could not choose but hold thee dear!
- The gods! what gods be those that seek my
- Wherein have I offended Jupiter,
- That he should take Æneas from mine arms?
- O no! the gods weigh not what lovers do:
- It is Æneas calls Æneas hence;
- And woful Dido, by these blubber'd cheeks,
- By this right hand, and by our spousal rites,
- Desires Æneas to remain with her;
- Si bene quid de te merui, fuit aut tibi quidquam
- Dulce meum, miserere domus labentis, et istam,
- Oro, si quis adhuc precibus locus, exue mentem.
- Desine meque tuis incendere teque querelis,
- Italiam non sponte sequor.
- Hast thou forgot how many neighbour kings
- Were up in arms, for making thee my love?
- How Carthage did rebel, Iarbas storm,
- And all the world calls me a second Helen.
- For being entangled by a stranger's looks?
- So thou wouldst prove as true as Paris did,
- Would, as fair Troy was, Carthage might be sack'd,
- And I be called a second Helena!
- Had I a son by thee, the grief were less,
- That I might see Æneas in his face:
- Now if thou go'st, what canst thou leave behind,
- But rather will augment than ease my woe?
- In vain, my love, thou spend'st thy fainting
- If words might move me, I were overcome.
- And wilt thou not be mov'd with Dido's words?
- Thy mother was no goddess, perjured man,
- Nor Dardanus the author of thy stock;
- But thou art sprung from Scythian Caucasus.
- And tigers of Hyrcania gave thee suck.—
- Ah, foolish Dido, to forbear this long!—
- Wast thou not wrecked upon this Libyan shore,
- And cam'st to Dido like a fisher swain?
- Repaired not I thy ships, made thee a king,
- And all thy needy followers noblemen?
- O serpent, that came creeping from the shore,
- And I for pity harbour'd in my bosom,
- Wilt thou now slay me with thy venomed sting,
- And hiss at Dido for preserving thee?
- Go, go, and spare not; seek out Italy:
- I hope that that which love forbids me do,
- The rocks and sea-gulfs will perform at large,
- And thou shalt perish in the billows' ways
- To whom poor Dido doth bequeath revenge:
- Ay, traitor! and the waves shall cast thee up,
- Where thou and false Achates first set foot;
- Which if it chance, I'll give ye burial,
- And weep upon your lifeless carcasses,
- Though thou nor he will pity me a whit.
- Why starest thou in my face? If thou wilt stay,
- Leap in mine arms; mine arms are open wide;
- If not, turn from me, and I'll turn from thee;
- For though thou hast the heart to say farewell,
- I have not power to stay thee.
- Is he gone?
- Ay, but he'll come again; he cannot go;
- He loves me too-too well to serve me so:
- Yet he that in my sight would not relent,
- Will, being absent, be obdurate still.
- By this, is he got to the water-side;
- And, see, the sailors take him by the hand;
- But he shrinks back; and now remembering me,
- Returns amain: welcome, welcome, my love!
- But where's Æneas? ah, he's gone, he's gone!
- What means my sister, thus to rave and cry?
- O Anna, my Æneas is aboard,
- And, leaving me, will sail to Italy!
- Once didst thou go, and he came back again:
- Now bring him back, and thou shalt be a queen,
- And I will live a private life with him.
- Call him not wicked, sister: speak him fair,
- And look upon him with a mermaid's eye,
- Tell him, I never vow'd at Aulis' gulf
- The desolation of his native Troy,
- Nor sent a thousand ships unto the walls,
- Nor ever violated faith to him;
- Request him gently, Anna, to return:
- I crave but this,—he stay a tide or two,
- That I may learn to bear it patiently;
- If he depart thus suddenly, I die.
- Run, Anna, run; stay not to answer me.
- I go, fair sister: heavens grant good success!
- Enter Nurse.
- O Dido, your little son Ascanius
- Is gone! he lay with me last night,
- And in the morning he was stoln from me:
- I think some fairies have beguilèd me.
- O cursèd hag and false dissembling wretch,
- That slay'st me with thy harsh and hellish tale!
- Thou for some petty gift hast let him go,
- And I am thus deluded of my boy.—
- Away with her to prison presently,
- Enter Attendants.
- Trait'ress too kenned and cursèd sorceress!
- I know not what you mean by treason, I;
- I am as true as any one of yours.
- Away with her! suffer her not to speak,
- [Exit Nurse with Attendants.
- My sister comes: I like not her sad looks.
- Before I came, Æneas was aboard,
- And, spying me, hoist up the sails amain;
- But I cried out, “Æneas, false Æneas, stay!”
- Then gan he wag his hand, which, yet held up,
- Made me suppose he would have heard me speak;
- Then gan they drive into the ocean:
- Which when I view'd, I cried, “Æneas, stay!
- Dido, fair Dido wills Æneas stay!”
- Yet he, whose heart['s] of adamant or flint,
- My tears nor plaints could mollify a whit.
- Then carelessly I rent my hair for grief:
- Which seen to all, though he beheld me not,
- They gan to move him to redress my ruth,
- And stay a while to hear what I could say;
- But he, clapp'd under hatches, sail'd away.
- O Anna, Anna, I will follow him!
- How can you go, when he hath all your fleet?
- I'll frame me wings of wax, like Icarus,
- And, o'er his ships, will soar unto the sun,
- That they may melt, and I fall in his arms;
- Or else I'll make a prayer unto the waves,
- That I may swim to him, like Triton's niece.
- O Anna, [Anna, ] fetch Arion's harp,
- That I may tice a dolphin to the shore,
- And ride upon his back unto my love!
- Look, sister, look! lovely Æneas' ships!
- See, see, the billows heave him up to heaven,
- And now down falls the keels into the deep!
- O sister, sister, take away the rocks!
- They'll break his ships. O Proteus, Neptune, Jove,
- Save, save Æneas, Dido's liefest love!
- Now is he come on shore, safe without hurt:
- But, see, Achates wills him put to sea,
- And all the sailors merry-make for joy;
- But he, remembering me, shrinks back again:
- See, where he comes! welcome, welcome, my love!
- Ah, sister, leave these idle fantasies!
- Sweet sister, cease; remember who you are.
- Dido I am, unless I be deceiv'd:
- And must I rave thus for a runagate?
- Must I make ships for him to sail away?
- Nothing can bear me to him but a ship,
- And he hath all my fleet.—What shall I do,
- But die in fury of this oversight?
- Ay; I must be the murderer of my self:
- No, but I am not; yet I will be straight —
- Anna, be glad; now have I found a mean
- To rid me from these thoughts of lunacy
- Not far from hence
- There is a woman famousèd for arts,
- Daughter unto the nymphs Hesperides,
- Who will'd me sacrifice his ticing relics:
- Go, Anna, bid my servants bring me fire.
- How long will Dido mourn a stranger's flight
- That hath dishonoured her and Carthage both?
- How long shall I with grief consume my days,
- And reap no guerdon for my truest love?
- Enter Attendants with wood and torches.
- Iarbas, talk not of Æneas; let him go:
- Lay to thy hands, and help me make a fire,
- That shall consume all that this stranger left;
- For I intend a private sacrifice,
- To cure my mind, that melts for unkind love.
- But afterwards, will Dido grant me love?
- Ay, ay, Iarbas; after this is done,
- None in the world shall have my love but thou.
- [They make a fire.
- So leave me now; let none approach this place.
- [ExeuntIarbasand Attendants.
- Now, Dido, with these relics burn thyself.
- And make Æneas famous through the world
- For perjury and slaughter of a queen.
- Here he the sword that in the darksome cave
- He drew, and swore by, to be true to me:
- Thou shalt burn first; thy crime is worse than his.
- Here lie the garment which I cloth'd him in
- When first he came on shore; perish thou too.
- These letters, lines, and perjur'd papers, all
- Shall burn to cinders in this precious flame.
- And now, ye gods, that guide the starry frame.
- And order all things at your high dispose,
- Grant, though the traitors land in Italy,
- They may be still tormented with unrest;
- And from mine ashes let a conqueror rise,
- That may revenge this treason to a queen
- By ploughing up his countries with the sword!
- Betwixt this land and that be never league:
- Litora litoribus contraria, fluctibus undas
- Imprecor, arma armis, pugnent ipsique nepotes!
- Live, false Æneas; truest Dido dies;
- Sic, sic juvat ire sub umbras.
- [Throws herself into the flames.
- O, help, Iarbas! Dido in these flames
- Hath burnt herself! ay me, unhappy me!
- Re-enterIarbas, running.
- Cursèd Iarbas, die to expiate
- The grief that tires upon thine inward soul!—
- Dido, I come to thee.—Ay me, Æneas!
- [Stabs himself, and dies.
- What can my tears or cries prevail me now
- Dido is dead!
- Iarbas slain, Iarbas my dear love!
- O sweet Iarbas, Anna's sole delight!
- What fatal destiny envìes me thus,
- To see my sweet Iarbas slay himself?
- But Anna now shall honour thee in death,
- And mix her blood with thine; this shall I do,
- That gods and men may pity this my death,
- And rue our ends, senseless of life or breath:
- Now, sweet Iarbas, stay! I come to thee.
- [Stabs herself, and dies.
END OF VOL. II.
- “The king from Eirham I intend to send, And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.”
- “Nee tibi diva parens, generis nec Dardanus auctor, Perfide; sed duris genuit te cautibus horrens Caucasus, Hycanæque admorunt ubera tigres”
- “And with your best endeavours have stirred up My liefest hege to be mine enemy.”
- “Hesperidum templi custos.”