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) T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.82 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Thanks good Iarbas for thy friendly aid, Achates and the rest shall wait on thee, Whilst I rest thankful for this courtesy. Now will I haste unto lavinian shore, And raise a new foundation to old Troy, Witness the Gods, and witness heaven and earth, How loath I am to leave these Libyan bounds, But that eternal Iupiter commands. I fear I saw Aeneas little son, Led by Achates to the Trojan fleet: If it be so, his father means to fly: But here he is, now Dido try thy wit. Aeneas, wherefore go thy men aboard? Why are thy ships new rigged? or to what end Launched from the haven, lie they in the Rhode? Pardon me though I ask, love makes me ask. O pardon me, if I resolve thee why: Aeneas will not feign with his dear love, I must from hence: this day swift Mercury When I was laying a platform for these walls, Sent from his father Ioue, appeared to me, And in his name rebuked me bitterly, For lingering here, neglecting Italy. But yet Aeneas will not leave his love. I am commanded by immortal Ioue, To leave this town and pass to Italy, And therefore must of force. These words proceed not from Aeneas heart. Not from my heart, for I can hardly go, And yet I may not stay, Dido farewell. Farewell: is this the mends for Dido's love? do Trojans use to quit their Lovers thus? Fare well may Dido, so Aeneas stay, I die, if my Aeneas say farewell. Then let me go and never say farewell, Let me go, farewell, I must from hence. These words are poison to poor Dido's soul, O speak like my Aeneas, like my love: Why look'st thou toward the sea? the time hath been When Dido's beauty changed thine eyes to her: Am I less fair than when thou sawest me first? O then Aeneas, 'tis for grief of thee: Say thou wilt stay in Carthage with my Queen, And Dido's beauty will return again: Aeneas, say, how canst thou take thy leave? Wilt thou kiss Dido? O thy lips have sworn To stay with Dido: canst thou take her hand? Thy hand and mine have plighted mutual faith, Therefore unkind Aeneas, must thou say, Then let me go, and never say farewell. O Queen of Carthage, wert thou ugly black, Aeneas could not choose but hold thee dear, Yet must he not gainsay the God's behest. The Gods, what Gods be those that seek my death? Wherein have I offended Iupiter, That he should take Aeneas from mine arms? O no, the Gods weigh not what Lovers do, It is Aeneas calls Aeneas hence, And woeful Dido by these blubbered cheeks, By this right hand, and by our spousal rites, Desires Aeneas to remain with her: Si been quid de te merui, fuit aut tibi quidquam Dulce meum, miserere domus labentis: & istam Oro, si quis ad haec precibus locus, exue mentem.
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Thankes good Iarbus for thy friendly ayde, Achates and the rest shall waite on thee, Whil'st I rest thankfull for this curtesie. Now will I haste vnto Lauinian shoare, And raise a new foundation to old Troy, Witnes the Gods, and witnes heauen and earth, How loth I am to leaue these Libian bounds, But that eternall Iupiter commands. I feare I sawe Aeneas little sonne, Led by Achates to the Troian fleete: If it be so, his father meanes to flye: But here he is, now Dido trie thy wit. Aeneas, wherefore goe thy men abourd? Why are thy ships new rigd? or to what end Launcht from the hauen, lye they in the Rhode? Pardon me though I aske, loue makes me aske. O pardon me, if I resolue thee why: Aeneas will not faine with his deare loue, I must from hence: this day swift Mercury When I was laying a platforme for these walles, Sent from his father Ioue, appeard to me, And in his name rebukt me bitterly, For lingering here, neglecting Italy. But yet Aeneas will not leaue his loue. I am commaunded by immortall Ioue, To leaue this towne and passe to Italy, And therefore must of force. These words proceed not from Aeneas heart. Not from my heart, for I can hardly goe, And yet I may not stay, Dido farewell. Farewell: is this the mends for Didos loue? Doe Troians vse to quit their Louers thus? Fare well may Dido, so Aeneas stay, I dye, if my Aeneas say farewell. Then let me goe and neuer say farewell, Let me goe, farewell, I must from hence. These words are poyson to poore Didos soule, O speake like my Aeneas, like my loue: Why look'st thou toward the sea? the time hath been When Didos beautie chaungd thine eyes to her: Am I lesse faire then when thou sawest me first? O then Aeneas, tis for griefe of thee: Say thou wilt stay in Carthage with my Queene, And Didos beautie will returne againe: Aeneas, say, how canst thou take thy leaue? Wilt thou kisse Dido? O thy lips haue sworne To stay with Dido: canst thou take her hand? Thy hand and mine hue plighted mutuall faith, Therefore vnkind Aeneas, must thou say, Then let me goe, and neuer say farewell. O Queene of Carthage, wert thou vgly blacke, Aeneas could not choose but hold thee deare, Yet must he not gainsay the Gods behest. The Gods, what Gods be those that seeke my death? Wherein haue I offended Iupiter, That he should take Aeneas from mine armes? O no, the Gods wey not what Louers doe, It is Aeneas calles Aeneas hence, And wofull Dido by these blubbred cheekes, By this right hand, and by our spousall rites, Desires Aeneas to remaine with her: Si bene quid de te merui, fuit aut tibi quidquam Dulce meum, miserere domus labentis: & istam Oro, si quis ad haec precibus locus, exue mentem.