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 T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
O how these irksome labours now delight, And overioy my thoughts with their escape: Who would not undergo all kind of toil, To be well stored with such a winter's tale? Aeneas, leave these dumps and let's away, Some to the mountains some unto the soil, You to the valleys, thou unto the house. ay, this it is which wounds me to the death, To see a Phrygian far set to the sea, Preferred before a man of majesties O love, O hate, O cruel women's hearts, That imitate the Moon in every change. And like the Planets ever love to range: What shall I do thus wronged with disdain? Revenge me on Aeneas or on her: On her? fond man, that were to war 'gainst heaven, And with one shaft provoke ten thousand darts: This Trojans end will be thy envies aim, Whose blood will reconcile thee to content, And make love drunken with thy sweet desire: But Dido that now holdeth him so dear, Will die with very tidings of his death: But time will discontinue her content, And mould her mind unto new fancies shapes: O God of heaven, turn the hand of fate Unto that happy day of my delight, And then, what then? Iarbas shall but love: So doth he now, though not with equal gain, That resteth in the rival of thy pain, Who near will cease to soar till he be slain. Aeneas. Dido. Tell me dear love, how found you out this Cave? By chance sweet Queen, as Mars and Venus met. Why, that was in a net, where we are loose, And yet I am not free, oh would I were. Why, what is it that Dido may desire And not obtain, be it in humane power? The thing that I will die before I ask, And yet desire to have before I die. It is not aught Aeneas may achieve? Aeneas no although his eyes do pierce. What, hath Iarbas angered her in aught? And will she be avenged on his life? Not angered me, except in angering thee. Who then of all so cruel may he be, That should detain thy eye in his defects? The man that I do eye where ere I am, Whose amorous face like Pean sparkles fire, whenas he butts his beams on Flora's bed, Prometheus hath put on Cupid's shape, And I must perish in his burning arms: Aeneas, O Aeneas, quench these flames. What ails my Queen, is she fallen sick of late? Not sick my love, but sick, I must conceal The torment, that it boots me not reveal, And yet I'll speak, and yet I'll hold my peace, Do shame her worst, I will disclose my grief: Aeneas, thou art he, what did I say? Something it was that now I have forgot. What means fair Dido by this doubtful speech? Nay, nothing, but Aeneas loves me not. Aeneas thoughts dare not ascend so high As Dido's heart, which monarch might not scale.
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O how these icksome labours now delight, And ouerioy my thoughts with their escape: Who would not vndergoe all kind of toyle, To be well stor'd with such a winters tale? Aeneas, leaue these dumpes and lets away, Some to the mountaines some vnto the soyle, You to the vallies, thou vnto the house. I, this it is which wounds me to the death, To see a Phrigian far set to the sea, Preferd before a man of maiesties O loue, O hate, O cruell womens hearts, That imitate the Moone in euery chaunge. And like the Planets euer loue to raunge: What shall I doe th wronged with disdaine? Reuenge me on Aeneas or on her: On her? fond man, that were to warre gainst heauen, And with one shaft prouoke ten thousand darts: This Troians end will be thy enuies aime, Whose bloud will reconcile thee to content, And make loue drunken with thy sweete desire: But Dido that now holdeth him so deare, Will dye with very tidings of his death: But time will discontinue her content, And mould her minde vnto newe fancies shapes: O God of heauen, turne the hand of fate Vnto that happie day of my delight, And then, what then? Iarbus shall but loue: So doth he now, though not with equall gaine, That resteth in the riuall of thy paine, Who nere will cease to foare till he be slaine. Aeneas. Dido. Tell me deare loue, how found you out this Caue? By chance sweete Queene, as Mars and Venus met. Why, that was in a net, where we are loose, And yet I am not free, oh would I were. Why, what is it that Dido may desire And not obtaine, be it in humaine power? The thing that I will dye before I aske, And yet desire to haue before I dye. It is not ought Aeneas may atchieue? Aeneas no although his eyes doe pearce. What, hath Iarbus angred her in ought? And will she be auenged on his life? Not angred me, except in angring thee. Who then of all so cruell may he be, That should detaine thy eye in his defects? The man that I doe eye where ere I am, Whose amorous face like Pean sparkles fire, When as he buts his beames on Floras bed, Prometheus hath put on Cupids shape, And I must perish in his burning armes: Aeneas, O Aeneas, quench these flames. What ailes my Queene, is she falne sicke of late? Not sicke my loue, but sicke, I must conceale The torment, that it bootes me not reueale, And yet Ile speake, and yet Ile hold my peace, Doe shame her worst, I will disclose my griefe: Aeneas, thou art he, what did I say? Something it was that now I haue forgot. What meanes faire Dido by this doubtfull speech? Nay, nothing, but Aeneas loues me not. Aeneas thoughts dare not ascend so high As Didos heart, which Monarkes might not scale.