Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Dido, Queen of Carthage · chunk 14 of 27

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 · 508 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.

Out hateful hag, thou wouldst have slain my son, Had not my Doves discovered thy intent: But I will tear thy eyes fro forth thy head, And feast the birds with their bloodshotten balls, If thou but lay thy fingers on my boy. Is this then all the thanks that I shall have, For saving him from Snakes and Serpents stings, That would have killed him sleeping as he lay? What though I was offended with thy son, And wrought him mickle woe on sea and land, When for the hate of Trojan Ganymede, That was advanced by my Hebe's shame, And Paris judgement of the heavenly ball, I mustered all the winds unto his wrack, And urged each Element to his annoy: Yet now I do repent me of his ruth, And wish that I had never wronged him so: Bootless I saw it was to war with fate, That hath so many unresisted friends: Wherefore I change my counsel with the time, And planted love where envy erst had sprung. Sister of Ioue, if that thy love be such, As these thy protestations do paint forth, We two as friends one fortune will divide: Cupid shall lay his arrows in thy lap, And to a Sceptre change his golden shafts, Fancy and modesty shall live as mates, And thy fair peacocks by my pigeons perch: Love my Aeneas, and desire is thine, The day, the night, my Swans, my sweets are thine. More than melodious are these words to me, That overcloy my soul with their content: Venus, sweet Venus, how may I deserve Such amorous favours at thy beauteous hand? But that thou mayst more easily perceive, How highly I do prize this amity, Hark to a motion of eternal league, Which I will make in quittance of thy love: Thy son thou knowest with Dido now remains, And feeds his eyes with favours of her Court, She likewise in admiring spends her time, And cannot talk nor think of aught but him: Why should not they then join in marriage, And bring forth mighty Kings to Carthage town, Whom casualty of sea hath made such friends? And Venus, let there be a match confirmed Betwixt these two, whose loves are so alike, And both our Deities conjoined in one, Shall chain felicity unto their throne. Well could I like this reconcilements means, But much I fear my son will near consent, Whose armed soul already on the sea, Darts forth her light to Lauinias shore. Fair Queen of love, I will divorce these doubts, And find the way to weary such fond thoughts: This day they both a hunting forth will ride Into these woods, adjoining to these walls, When in the midst of all their game some sports, I'll make the Clouds dissolve their watery works, And drench Silvanus dwellings with their showers, Then in one Cave the Queen and he shall meet, And interchangeably discourse their thoughts, Whose short conclusion will seal up their hearts, Unto the purpose which we now propound.
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PlayDido, Queen of Carthage
AuthorMarlowe, Christopher / Nashe, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1594
First performance / composition (Annals)1586 [c.1585-1586; possibly 1591]
First performance (BritDrama)1588 [1587-1590]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys)
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 244 · TCP A07023 · DEEP 196
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 840–903 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 27 in this edition
Length508 words · 662 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T12 — Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and Mars at 0.845
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Out hatefull hag, thou wouldst haue slaine my sonne, Had not my Doues discou'rd thy entent: But I will teare thy eyes fro forth thy head, And feast the birds with their bloud-shotten balles, If thou but lay thy fingers on my boy. Is this then all the thankes that I shall haue, For sauing him from Snakes and Serpents stings, That would haue kild him sleeping as he lay? What though I was offended with thy sonne, And wrought him mickle woe on sea and land, When for the hate of Troian Ganimed, That was aduanced by my Hebes shame, And Paris iudgement of the heauenly ball, I mustred all the windes vnto his wracke, And vrg'd each Element to his annoy: Yet now I doe repent me of his ruth, And wish that I had neuer wrongd him so: Bootles I sawe it was to warre with fate, That hath so many vnresisted friends: Wherefore I chaunge my counsell with the time, And planted loue where enuie erst had sprong. Sister of Ioue, if that thy loue be such, As these thy protestations doe paint forth, We two as friends one fortune will deuide: Cupid shall lay his arrowes in thy lap, And to a Scepter chaunge his golden shafts, Fancie and modestie shall liue as mates, And thy faire peacockes by my pigeons pearch: Loue my Aeneas, and desire is thine, The day, the night, my Swannes, my sweetes are thine. More then melodious are these words to me, That ouercloy my soule with their content: Venus, sweete Venus, how may I deserue Such amourous fauours at thy beautious hand? But that thou maist more easilie perceiue, How highly I doe prize this amitie, Harke to a motion of eternall league, Which I will make in quittance of thy loue: Thy sonne thou knowest with Dido now remaines, And feedes his eyes with fauours of her Court, She likewise in admyring spends her time, And cannot talke nor thinke of ought but him: Why should not they then ioyne in marriage, And bring forth mightie Kings to Carthage towne, Whom casualtie of sea hath made such friends? And Venus, let there be a match confirmd Betwixt these two, whose loues are so alike, And both our Deities conioynd in one, Shall chaine felicitie vnto their throne. Well could I like this reconcilements meanes, But much I feare my sonne will nere consent, Whose armed soule alreadie on the sea, Darts forth her light to Lauinias shoare. Faire Queene of loue, I will deuorce these doubts, And finde the way to wearie such fond thoughts: This day they both a hunting forth will ride Into these woods, adioyning to these walles, When in the midst of all their game some sports, Ile make the Clowdes dissolue their watrie workes, And drench Siluanus dwellings with their shewers, Then in one Caue the Queene and he shall meete, And interchangeably discourse their thoughts, Whose short conclusion will seale vp their hearts, Vnto the purpose which we now propound.