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 · 492 words
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And I in Athens with this gentleman, Unless I be deceived disputed once. But speak Aeneas, know you none of these? No madam, but it seems that these are Kings. All those and others which I never saw, Have been most urgent suitors for my love, Some came in person, others sent their Legates: Yet none obtained me, I am free from all, And yet God knows entangled unto one. This was an Orator, and thought by words To compass me, but yet he was deceived: And this a Spartan Courtier vain and wild, But his fantastic humours pleased not me: This was Altion, a Musician, But played he near so sweet, I let him go: This was the wealthy King of Thessaly, But I had gold enough and cast him off: This Meleager's son, a warlike Prince, But weapons 'gree not with my tender years: The rest are such as all the world well knows, Yet how I swear by heaven and him I love, I was as far from love, as they from hate. O happy shall he be whom Dido loves. Then never say that thou art miserable, Because it may be thou shalt be my love: Yet boast not of it, for I love thee not, And yet I hate thee not: O if I speak I shall betray myself: Aeneas speak, We two will go a hunting in the woods, But not so much for thee, thou art but one, As for Achates, and his followers. Here lies my hate, Aeneas cursed brat, The boy wherein false destiny delights, The heir of fury, the favourite of the face, That ugly imp that shall outwear my wrath, And wrong my deity with high disgrace: But I will take another order now, And race th'eternal Register of time: Troy shall no more call him her second hope, Not Venus' triumph in his tender youth: For here in spite of heaven I'll murder him, And feed infection with his left out life: Say Paris, now shall Venus have the ball? Say vengeance, now shall her Ascanius die. O no God wot, I cannot watch my time, Nor quit good turns with double fee down told: Tut, I am simple without made to hurt, And have no gall at all to grieve my foes: But lustful Ioue and his adulterous child, Shall find it written on confusion's front, That only Iuno rules in Rhamnus' town. What should this mean? my Doves are back returned, Who warn me of such danger priest at hand, To harm my sweet Ascanius lovely life. Iuno, my mortal foe, what make you here? avaunt old witch and trouble not my wits. Fie Venus, that such causeless words of wrath, Should ere defile so fair a mouth as thine: Are not we both sprung of celestial race, And banquet as two Sisters with the Gods? Why is it then displeasure should disjoin, Whom kindred and acquaintance co-unites.
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And I in Athens with this gentleman, Vnlesse I be deceiu'd disputed once. But speake Aeneas, know you none of these? No Madame, but it seemes that these are Kings. All those and others which I neuer sawe, Haue been most vrgent suiters for my loue, Some came in person, others sent their Legats: Yet none obtaind me, I am free from all, And yet God knowes intangled vnto one. This was an Orator, and thought by words To compasse me, but yet he was deceiu'd: And this a Spartan Courtier vaine and wilde, But his fantastick humours pleasde not me: This was Alcion, a Musition, But playd he nere so sweet, I let him goe: This was the wealthie King of Thessaly, But I had gold enough and cast him off: This Meleagers sonne, a warlike Prince, But weapons gree not with my tender yeares: The rest are such as all the world well knowes, Yet how I sweare by heauen and him I loue, I was as farre from loue, as they from hate. O happie shall he be whom Dido loues. Then neuer say that thou art miserable, Because it may be thou shalt be my loue: Yet boast not of it, for I loue thee not, And yet I hate thee not: O if I speake I shall betray my selfe: Aeneas speake, We two will goe a hunting in the woods, But not so much for thee, thou art but one, As for Achates, and his followers. Here lyes my hate, Aeneas cursed brat, The boy wherein false destinie delights, The heire of furie, the fauorite of the face, That vgly impe that shall outweare my wrath, And wrong my deitie with high disgrace: But I will take another order now, And race th'eternall Register oftime: Troy shall no more call him her second hope, Not Venus triumph in his tender youth: For here in spight of heauen Ile murder him, And feede infection with his left out life: Say Paris, now shall Venus haue the ball? Say vengeance, now shall her Ascanius dye. O no God wot, I cannot watch my time, Nor quit good turnes with double fee downe told: Tut, I am simple without made to hurt, And haue no gall at all to grieue my foes: But lustfull Ioue and his adulterous child, Shall finde it written on confusions front, That onely Iuno rules in Rhamnuse towne. What should this meane? my Doues are back returnd, Who warne me of such daunger prest at hand, To harme my sweete Ascanius louely life. Iuno, my mortall foe, what make you here? Auaunt old witch and trouble not my wits. Fie Venus, that such causeles words of wrath, Should ere defile so faire a mouth as thine: Are not we both sprong of celestiall rase, And banquet as two Sisters with the Gods? Why is it then displeasure should disioyne, Whom kindred and acquaintance counites.