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 T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 511 words
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O false Aeneas, now the sea is rough, But when you were aboard 'twas calm enough, Thou and Achates meant to sail away. Hath not the Carthage Queen mine only son? Thinks Dido I will go and leave him here? Aeneas pardon me, for I forgot That young Ascanius lay with me this night: Love made me jealous, but to make amends, Wear the imperial Crown of Libya, Sway thou the punic Sceptre in my steed, And punish me Aeneas for this crime. This kiss shall be fair Dido's punishment. O how a Crown becomes Aeneas head! Stay here Aeneas, and command as King. How vain am I to wear this Diadem, And bear this golden Sceptre in my hand? A Burgonet of steel, and not a Crown, A Sword, and not a Sceptre fits Aeneas. O keep them still, and let me gaze my fill: Now looks Aeneas like immortal Ioue, O where is Ganymede to hold his cup, And Mercury to fly for what he calls, Ten thousand Cupids hover in the air, And fan it in Aeneas lovely face, O that the Clouds were here wherein thou fleest, That thou and I unseen might sport ourselves: heavens envious of our joys is waxen pale, And when we whisper, than the stars fall down, To be partakers of our honey talk. O Dido, patroness of all our lives, When I leave thee, death be my punishment, Swell raging seas, frown wayward destinies, Blow winds, threaten ye Rocks and sandy shelves, This is the harbour that Aeneas seeks, Let's see what tempests can annoy me now. Not all the world can take thee from mine arms, Aeneas may command as many Moores, As in the Sea are little water drops: And now to make experience of my love, Fair sister Anna lead my lover forth, And seated on my jennet, let him ride As Dido's husband through the punic streets, And will my guard with Mauritanian darts, To wait upon him as their sovereign Lord. What if the Citizens repine thereat? Those that dislike what Dido gives in charge, Command my guard to slay for their offence: Shall vulgar peasants storm at what I do? The ground is mine that gives them sustenance, The air wherein they breath, the water, fire, All that they have their lands, their goods, their lives, And I the Goddess of all these, command Aeneas ride as Carthaginian King. Aeneas for his parentage deserves As large a kingdom as is Labia. ay, and unless the destinies be false, I shall be planted in as rich aland. Speak of no other land, this land is thine, Dido is thine, henceforth I'll call thee Lord: Do as I bid thee, sister lead the way, And from a turret I'll behold my love. Then here in me shall flourish Priam's race, And thou and I Achates, for revenge, For Troy, for Priam, for his fifty sons, Our kinsmen's loves, and thousand guiltless souls, Will lead an host against the hateful Greeks, And fire proud Lacedaemon o'er their heads.
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O false Aeneas, now the sea is rough, But when you were abourd twas calme enough, Thou and Achates ment to saile away. Hath not the Carthage Queene mine onely sonne? Thinkes Dido I will goe and leaue him here? Aeneas pardon me, for I forgot That yong Ascanius lay with me this night: Loue made me iealous, but to make amends, Weare the emperiall Crowne of Libia, Sway thou the Punike Scepter in my steede, And punish me Aeneas for this crime. This kisse shall be faire Didos punishment. O how a Crowne becomes Aeneas head! Stay here Aeneas, and commaund as King. How vaine am I to weare this Diadem, And beare this golden Scepter in my hand? A Burgonet of steele, and not a Crowne, A Sword, and not a Scepter fits Aeneas. O keepe them still, and let me gaze my fill: Now lookes Aeneas like immortall Ioue, O where is Ganimed to hold his cup, And Mercury to flye for what he calles, Ten thousand Cupids houer in the ayre, And fanne it in Aeneas louely face, O that the Clowdes were here wherein thou fleest, That thou and I vnseene might sport our selues: Heauens enuious of our ioyes is waxen pale, And when we whisper, then the starres fall downe, To be partakers of our honey talke. O Dido, patronesse of all our liues, When I leaue thee, death be my punishment, Swell raging seas, frowne wayward destinies, Blow windes, threaten ye Rockes and sandie shelfes, This is the harbour that Aeneas seekes, Lets see what tempests can anoy me now. Not all the world can take thee from mine armes, Aeneas may commaund as many Moores, As in the Sea are little water drops: And now to make experience of my loue, Faire sister Anna leade my louer forth, And seated on my Gennet, let him ride As Didos husband through the punicke streetes, And will my guard with Mauritanian darts, To waite vpon him as their soueraigne Lord. What if the Citizens repine thereat? Those that dislike what Dido giues in charge, Commaund my guard to slay for their offence: Shall vulgar pesants storme at what I doe? The ground is mine that giues them sustenance, The ayre wherein they breathe, the water, fire, All that they haue their lands, their goods, their liues, And I the Goddesse of all these, commaund Aeneas ide as Carthaginian King. Aeneas for his parentage deserues As large a kingdome as is Labia. I, and vnlesse the destinies be false, I shall be planted in as rich a land. Speake of no other land, this land is thine, Dido is thine, henceforth Ile call thee Lord: Doe as I bid thee, sister leade the way, And from a turret Ile behold my loue. Then here in me shall flourish Priams race, And thou and I Achates, for reuenge, For Troy, for Priam, for his fiftie sonnes, Our kinsmens loues, and thousand guiltles soules, Will leade an hoste against the hatefull Greekes, And fire proude Lacedemon ore their heads.