Marlowe, Christopher / Nashe, Thomas · published 1594 · first performed or written 1586 [c.1585-1586; possibly 1591] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
I neither saw nor heard of any such: But what may I fair Virgin call your name? Whose looks set forth no mortal form to view, Nor speech bewrays aught humane in thy birth, Thou art a Goddess that delud'st our eyes, And shrouds thy beauty in this borrowed shape: But whether thou the suns bright Sister be, Or one of chaste Diana's fellow nymphs, Live happy in the height of all content, And lighten our extremes with this one boon, As to instruct us under what good heaven We breath as now, and what this world is called, On which by tempest's fury we are cast, Tell us, O tell us that are ignorant, And this right hand shall make thy Altars crack With mountain heaps of milk white Sacrifice. Such honour, stranger, do I not affect: It is the use for Turen maids to wear Their bow and quiver in this modest sort, And suit themselves in purple for the nonce, That they may trip more lightly o'er the lawns, And overtake the tusked Boar in chase. But for the land whereof thou dost inquire, It is the punic kingdom rich and strong, Adjoining on Agenor's stately town, The kingly seat of Southern Libya, Whereas Sidonian Dido rules as Queen. But what are you that ask of me these things? Whence may you come, or whither will you go? Of Troy am I, Aeneas is my name, Who driven by war from forth my native world, Put sails to sea to seek out Italy: And my divine descent from sceptred Ioue, With twice twelve Phrygian ships I ploughed the deep, And made that way my mother Venus led: But of them all scarce seven do anchor safe, And they so wracked and weltered by the waves, As every tide tilts twixt their oaken sides: And all of them unburdened of their load, Are ballassed with billows watery weight. But hapless I, God wot, poor and unknown, Do trace these Libyan deserts all despised, Exiled forth Europe and wide Asia both, And have not any coverture but heaven. Fortune hath favoured thee whate'er thou be, In sending thee unto this courteous Coast: A God's name on and haste thee to the Court, Where Dido will receive ye with her smiles: And for thy ships which thou supposest lost, Not one of them hath perished in the storm, But are arrived safe not fane from hence: And so I leave thee to thy fortune's lot, Wishing good luck unto thy wandering steps. Achates, 'tis my mother that is fled, I know her by the movings of her feet: Stay gentle Venus, fly not from thy son, Too cruel, why wilt thou forsake me thus? Or in these shades deceivest mine eye so oft? Why talk we not together hand in hand? And tell our griefs in more familiar terms: But thou art gone and leav'st me here alone, To dull the air with my discursive moan. Follow ye Trojans, follow this brave Lord, And plain to him the sum of your distress. Why, what are you, or wherefore do you sue?
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I neither saw nor heard of any such: But what may I faire Virgin call your name? Whose lookes set forth no mortall forme to view, Nor speech bewraies ought humaine in thy birth, Thou art a Goddesse that deludst our eyes, And shrowdes thy beautie in this borrowd shape: But whether thou the Sunnes bright Sister be, Or one of chast Dianas fellow Nimphs, Liue happie in the height of all content, And lighten our extreames with this one boone, As to instruct vs vnder what good heauen We breathe as now, and what this world is calde, On which by tempests furie we are cast, Tell vs, O tell vs that are ignorant, And this right hand shall make thy Altars crack With mountaine heapes of milke white Sacrifize. Such honour, stranger, doe I not affect: It is the vse for Turen maides to weare Their bowe and quiuer in this modest sort, And suite themselues in purple for the nonce, That they may trip more lightly ore the lawndes, And ouertake the tusked Bore in chase. But for the land whereof thou doest enquire, It is the punick kingdome rich and strong, Adioyning on Agenors stately towne, The kingly seate of Southerne Libia, Whereas Sidonian Dido rules as Queene. But what are you that aske of me these things? Whence may you come, or whither will you goe? Of Troy am I, Aeneas is my name, Who driuen by warre from forth my natiue world, Put sailes to sea to seeke out Italy: And my diuine descent from sceptred Ioue, With twise twelue Phrigian ships I plowed the deepe, And made that way my mother Venus led: But of them all scarce seuen doe anchor safe, And they so wrackt and weltred by the waues, As euery tide tilts twixt their oken sides: And all of them vnburdened of their loade, Are ballassed with billowes watrie weight. But haples I, God wot, poore and vnknowne, Doe trace these Libian deserts all despisde, Exild forth Europe and wide Asia both, And haue not any couerture but heauen. Fortune hath fauord thee what ere thou be, In sending thee vnto this curteous Coast: A Gods name on and hast thee to the Court, Where Dido will receiue ye with her smiles: And for thy ships which thou supposest lost, Not one of them hath perisht in the storme, But are ariued safe not fane from hence: And so I leaue thee to thy fortunes lot, Wishing good lucke vnto thy wandring steps. Achates, tis my mother that is fled, I know her by the mouings of her feete: Stay gentle Venus, flye not from thy sonne, Too cruell, why wilt thou forsake me thus? Or in these shades deceiu'st mine eye so oft? Why talke we not together hand in hand? And tell our griefes in more familiar termes: But thou art gone and leau'st me here alone, To dull the ayre with my discoursiue moane. Follow ye Troians, follow this braue Lord, And plaine to him the summe of your distresse. Why, what are you, or wherefore doe you sewe?