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 T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 510 words
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It was because I saw no King like thee, Whose golden Crown might balance my content: But now that I have found what to effect, I follow one that loveth fame for me, And rather had seem fair Sirens eyes, Then to the Carthage Queen that dies for him. If that your majesty can look so low, As my despised worths, that shun all praise, With this my hand I give to you my heart, And vow by all the Gods of Hospitality, By heaven and earth, and my fair brother's bow, By Paphos, Capys, and the purple Sea, From whence my radiant mother did descend, And by this Sword that saved me from the Greeks, Never to leave these new upreared walls, Whiles Dido lives and rules in Juno's town, Never to like or love any but her. What more than delian music do I hear, That calls my soul from forth his living seat, To move unto the measures of delight: Kind clouds that sent forth such a courteous storm, As made disdain to fly to fancy's lap: Stout love in mine arms make thy Italy, Whose Crown and kingdom rests at thy command: Sichaeus, not Aeneas be thou called: The King of Carthage, not Anchises son: Hold, take these jewels at thy lovers hand, These golden bracelets, and this wedding ring, Wherewith my husband wooed me yet a maid, And be thou king of Libya, by my gift. Did ever men see such a sudden storm? Or day so clear so suddenly o'ercast? I think some fell Enchantress dwelleth here, That can call them forth whenas she please, And dive into black tempest's treasury, whenas she means to mask the world with clouds. In all my life I never knew the like, It hailed, it snowed, it lightened all at once. I think it was the devils reveling night, There was such hurly-burly in the heavens: Doubtless Apollo's axle-tree is cracked, Or aged Atlas' shoulder out of joint, The motion was so over violent. In all this coil, where have ye left the Queen? Nay, where is my warlike father, can you tell? Behold where both of them come forth the Cave. Come forth the Cave: can heaven endure this sight? Iarbas, curse that unrevenging Ioue, Whose flinty darts slept in Typhoeus' den, Whiles these adulterers surfeited with sin: Nature, why mad'st me not some poisonous beast, That with the sharpness of my edged sting, I might have staked them both unto the earth, Whilst they were sporting in this darksome Cave? The air is clear, and Southern winds are whist, Come Dido, let us hasten to the town, Since gloomy Aeolus doth cease to frown. Achates and Ascanius, well met. Fair Anna, how escaped you from the shower? As others did, by running to the wood. But where were you Iarbas all this while? Not with Aeneas in the ugly Cave. I see Aeneas sticketh in your mind, But I will soon put by that stumbling block, And quell those hopes that thus employ your ears.
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It was because I sawe no King like thee, Whose golden Crowne might ballance my content: But now that I haue found what to effect, I followe one that loueth fame for me, And rather had seeme faire Sirens eyes, Then to the Carthage Queene that dyes for him. If that your maiestie can looke so low, As my despised worths, that shun all praise, With this my hand I giue to you my heart, And vow by all the Gods of Hospitalitie, By heauen and earth, and my faire brothers bowe, By Paphos, Capys, and the purple Sea, From whence my radiant mother did descend, And by this Sword that saued me from the Greekes, Neuer to leaue these newe vpreared walles, Whiles Dido liues and rules in Ius towne, Neuer to like or loue any but her. What more then delian musicke doe I heare, That calles my soule from forth his liuing seate, To moue vnto the measures of delight: Kind clowdes that sent forth such a curteous storme, As made disdaine to flye to fancies lap: Stoute loue in mine armes make thy Italy, Whose Crowne and kingdome rests at thy commande: Sicheus, not Aeneas be thou calde: The King of Carthage, not Anchises sonne: Hold, take these Iewels at thy Louers hand, These golden bracelets, and this wedding ring, Wherewith my husband woo'd me yet a maide, And be thou king of Libia, by my guift. Did euer men see such a sudden storme? Or day so cleere so suddenly orecast? I thinke some fell Inchantresse dwelleth here, That can call them forth when as she please, And diue into blacke tempests treasurie, When as she meanes to maske the world with clowdes. In all my life I neuer knew the like, It haild, it snowde, it lightned all at once. I thinke it was the diuels reuelling night, There was such hurly burly in the heauens: Doubtles Apollos Axeltree is crackt, Or aged Atlas shoulder out of ioynt, The motion was so ouer violent. In all this coyle, where haue ye left the Queene? Nay, where is my warlike father, can you tell? Behold where both of them come forth the Caue. Come forth the Caue: can heauen endure this sight? Iarbus, curse that vnreuenging Ioue, Whose flintie darts slept in Tiphous den, Whiles these adulterors surfetted with sinne: Nature, why mad'st me not some poysonous beast, That with the sharpnes of my edged sting, I might haue stakte them both vnto the earth, Whil'st they were sporting in this darksome Caue? The ayre is cleere, and Southerne windes are whist, Come Dido, let vs hasten to the towne, Since gloomie Aeolus doth cease to frowne. Achates and Ascanius, well met. Faire Anna, how escapt you from the shower? As others did, by running to the wood. But where were you Iarbus all this while? Not with Aeneas in the vgly Caue. I see Aeneas sticketh in your minde, But I will soone put by that stumbling blocke, And quell those hopes that thus employ your eares.