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) T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.80 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
But Dido is the favour I request. Fear not Iarbas, Dido may be thine. Look sister how Aeneas little son Plays with your garments and embraceth you. No Dido will not take me in her arms, I shall not be her son, she loves me not. Weep not sweet boy, thou shalt be Dido's son, Sit in my lap and let me hear thee sing. No more my child, now talk another while, And tell me where learnest thou this pretty song? My cousin Helen taught it me in Troy. How lovely is Ascanius when he smiles? Will Dido let me hang about her neck? I wag, and give thee leave to kiss her to. What will you give me? now I'll have this Fan. Take it Ascanius, for thy father's sake. Come Dido, leave Ascanius, let us walk. Go thou away, Ascanius shall stay. Ungentle Queen, is this thy love to me? O stay Iarbas, and I'll go with thee. And if my mother go, I'll follow her. Why stayest thou here? thou art no love of mine? Iarbas die, seeing she abandons thee. No, live Iarbas, what hast thou deserved, That I should say thou art no love of mine? Something thou hast deserved, away I say, Depart from Carthage, come not in my sight. Am I not King of rich Getulia? Iarbas pardon me, and stay a while. Mother, look here. What tell'st thou me of rich Getulia? Am not I Queen of Libya? then depart. I go to feed the humour of my Love, Yet not from Carthage for a thousand worlds. Iarbas. Doth Dido call me back? No, but I charge thee never look on me. Then pull out both mine eyes, or let me die. Wherefore doth Dido bid Iarbas go? Because his loathsome sight offends mine eye, And in my thoughts is shrined another Ioue: O Anna, didst thou know how sweet love were, Full soon wouldst thou abjure this single life. Poor soul I know too well the sour of love, O that Iarbas could but fancy me. Is not Aeneas fair and beautiful? Yes, and Iarbas foul and favourless. Is he not eloquent in all his speech? Yes, and Iarbas rude and rustical. Name not Iarbas, but sweet Anna say, Is not Aeneas worthy Dido's love? O sister, were you Empress of the world, Aeneas well deserves to be your love, So lovely is he that where ere he goes, The people swarm to gaze him in the face. But tell them none shall gaze on him but I, Lest their gross eye-beams taint my lovers cheeks: Anna, good sister Anna go for him, Lest with these sweet thoughts I melt clean away. Then sister you'll abjure Iarbas love? Yet must I hear that loathsome name again? Run for Aeneas, or I'll fly to him. You shall not hurt my father when he comes.
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But Dido is the fauour I request. Feare not Iarbus, Dido may be thine. Looke sister how Aeneas little sonne Playes with your garments and imbraceth you. No Dido will not take me in her armes, I shall not be her sonne, she loues me not. Weepe not sweet boy, thou shalt be Didos sonne, Sit in my lap and let me heare thee sing. No more my child, now talke another while, And tell me where learnst thou this pretie song? My cosin Helen taught it me in Troy. How louely is Ascanius when he smiles? Will Dido let me hang about her necke? I wagge, and giue thee leaue to kisse her to. What will you giue me? now Ile haue this Fanne. Take it Ascanius, for thy fathers sake. Come Dido, leaue Ascanius, let vs walke. Goe thou away, Ascanius shall stay. Vngentle Queene, is this thy loue to me? O stay Iarbus, and Ile goe with thee. And if my mother goe, Ile follow her. Why staiest thou here? thou art no loue of mine? Iarbus dye, seeing she abandons thee. No, liue Iarbus, what hast thou deseru'd, That I should say thou art no loue of mine? Something thou hast deseru'd, away I say, Depart from Carthage, come not in my sight. Am I not King of rich Getulia? Iarbus pardon me, and stay a while. Mother, looke here. What telst thou me of rich Getulia? Am not I Queene of Libia? then depart. I goe to feed the humour of my Loue, Yet not from Carthage for a thousand worlds. Iarbus. Doth Dido call me backe? No, but I charge thee neuer looke on me. Then pull out both mine eyes, or let me dye. Wherefore doth Dido bid Iarbus goe? Because his lothsome sight offends mine eye, And in my thoughts is shrin'd another Ioue: O Anna, didst thou know how sweet loue were, Full soone wouldst thou abiure this single life. Poore soule I know too well the sower of loue, O that Iarbus could but fancie me. Is not Aeneas faire and beautifull? Yes, and Iarbus foule and fauourles. Is he not eloquent in all his speech? Yes, and Iarbus rude and rusticall. Name not Iarbus, but sweete Anna say, Is not Aeneas worthie Didos loue? O sister, were you Empresse of the world, Aeneas well deserues to be your loue, So louely is he that where ere he goes, The people swarme to gaze him in the face. But tell them none shall gaze on him but I, Lest their grosse eye-beames taint my louers cheekes: Anna, good sister Anna goe for him, Lest with these sweete thoughts I melt cleane away. Then sister youle abiure Iarbus loue? Yet must I heare that lothsome name againe? Runne for Aeneas, or Ile flye to him. You shall not hurt my father when he comes.