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 T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so · 490 words
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No, for thy sake I'll love thy father well. O dull conceited Dido, that till now Didst never think Aeneas beautiful: But now for quittance of this oversight, I'll make me bracelets of his golden hair, His glistering eyes shall be my looking glass, His lips an altar, where I'll offer up As many kisses as the Sea hath sands, In stead of music I will hear him speak, His looks shall be my only Library, And thou Aeneas, Dido's treasury, In whose fair bosom I will lock more wealth, Than twenty thousand Indiaes can afford: O here he comes, love, love, give Dido leave To be more modest than her thoughts admire, Lest I be made a wonder to the world. Achates, how doth Carthage please your Lord? That will Aeneas show your majesty. Aeneas, art thou there? I understand your highness sent for me. No, but now thou art here, tell me in sooth In what might Dido highly pleasure thee. So much have I received at Dido's hands, As without blushing I can ask no more: Yet Queen of Afric are my ships unrigged, My Sails all rent in sunder with the wind, My Oars broken, and my Tackling lost, Yea all my Navy split with Rocks and Shelves: Nor Stern nor Anchor have our maimed Fleet, Our Masts the furious winds struck over board: Which piteous wants if Dido will supply, We will account her author of our lives. Aeneas, I'll repair thy Trojan ships, Conditionally that thou wilt stay with me, And let Achates sail to Italy: I'll give thee tackling made of riveled gold, Wound on the barks of odoriferous trees, Oars of massy ivory full of holes, Through which the water shall delight to play: Thy Anchors shall be hewed from Crystal Rocks, Which if thou lose shall shine above the waves: The Masts whereon thy swelling sails shall hang, Hollow Pyramids of silver plate: The sails of folded Lawn, where shall be wrought The wars of Troy, but not Troy's overthrow: For ballast, empty Dido's treasury, Take what ye will, but leave Aeneas here. Achates, thou shalt be so meanly clad, As Seaborn Nymphs shall swarm about thy ships, And wanton Mermaids court thee with sweet songs, Flinging in favours of more sovereign worth, Than Thetis hangs about Apollo's neck, So that Aeneas may but stay with me. Wherefore would Dido have Aeneas stay? To war against my bordering enemies: Aeneas, think not Dido is in love: For if that any man could conquer me, I had been wedded ere Aeneas came: See where the pictures of my suitors hang, And are not these as fair as fair may be? I saw this man at Troy ere Troy was sacked. I this in Greece when Paris stole fair Helen. This man and I were at Olympus games. I know this face, he is a Persian borne, I traveled with him to Aetolia.
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No, for thy sake Ile loue thy father well. O dull conceipted Dido, that till now Didst neuer thinke Aeneas beautifull: But now for quittance of this ouersight, Ile make me bracelets of his golden haire, His glistering eyes shall be my looking glasse, His lips an altar, where Ile offer vp As many kisses as the Sea hath sands, In stead of musicke I will heare him speake, His lookes shall be my only Librarie, And thou Aeneas, Didos treasurie, In whose faire bosome I will locke more wealth, Then twentie thousand Indiaes can affoord: O here he comes, loue, loue, giue Dido leaue To be more modest then her thoughts admir, Lest I be made a wonder to the world. Achates, how doth Carthage please your Lord? That will Aeneas shewe your maiestie. Aeneas, art thou there? I vnderstand your highnesse sent for me. No, but now thou art here, tell me in sooth In what might Dido highly pleasure thee. So much haue I receiu'd at Didos hands, As without blushing I can aske no more: Yet Queene of Affricke are my ships vnrigd, My Sailes all rent in sunder with the winde, My Oares broken, and my Tackling lost, Yea all my Nauic split with Rockes and Shelfes: Nor Sterne nor Anchor haue our maimed Fleete, Our Masts the furious windes strooke ouer bourd: Which piteous wants if Dido will supplie, We will account her author of our liues. Aeneas, Ile repaire thy Troian ships, Conditionally that thou wilt stay with me, And let Achates saile to Italy: Ile giue thee tackling made of riueld gold, Wound on the barkes of odoriferous trees, Oares of massie Iuorie full of holes, Through which the water shall delight to play: Thy Anchors shall be hewed from Christall Rockes, Which if thou lose shall shine aboue the waues: The Masts whereon thy swelling sailes shall hang, Hollow Pyramides of siluer plate: The sailes of foulded Lawne, where shall be wrought The warres of Troy, but not Troyes ouerthrow: For ballace, emptie Didos treasurie, Take what ye will, but leaue Aeneas here. Achates, thou shalt be so meanly clad, As Seaborne Nymphes shall swarme about thy ships, And wanton Mermaides court thee with sweete songs, Flinging in fauours of more soueraigne worth, Then Thetis hangs about Apolloes necke, So that Aeneas may but stay with me. Wherefore would Dido haue Aeneas stay? To warre against my bordering enemies: Aeneas, thinke not Dido is in loue: For if that any man could conquer me, I had been wedded ere Aeneas came: See where the pictures of my suiters hang, And are not these as faire as faire may be? I saw this man at Troy ere Troy was sackt. I this in Greece when Paris stole faire Helen. This man and I were at Olympus games. I know this face, he is a Persian borne, I traueld with him to Aetolia.