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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Dido

Act: 1 Scene: 1

Brave Prince of Troy, thou onely art our God,

That by thy vertues freest us from annoy,

And makes our hopes survive to coming joyes:

Doe thou but smile, and clowdie heaven will deare,

Whose night and day descendeth from thy browes:

Though we be now in extreame miserie,

And rest the map of weatherbeaten woe:

Yet shall the aged Sunne shed forth his haire,

To make us live unto our former heate,

And every beast the forrest doth send forth,

Bequeath her young ones to our scanted foode.

The ayre is pleasant, and the soyle most fit

For Cities, and societies supports:

Yet much I marvell that I cannot finde,

No steps of men imprinted in the earth.

Act: 2 Scene: 1

Why stands my sweete Aeneas thus amazde?

And in this humor is Achates to,

I cannot choose but fall upon my knees,

And kisse his hand: O where is Hecuba ?

Here she was wont to sit, but saving ayre

Is nothing here, and what is this but stone?

What meanes Aeneas?

Thy mind Aeneas that would have it so

Deludes thy eye sight, Priamus is dead.

Aeneas see, here come the Citizens,

Leave to lament lest they laugh at our feares.

Like Illioneus speakes this Noble man,

But Illioneus goes not in such robes.

Aeneas see, Sergestus or his ghost.

O Illioneus, art thou yet alive?

What happened to the Queene we cannot shewe,

We heare they led her captive into Greece .

As for Aeneas he swomme quickly backe,

And Helena betraied Deiphobus ,

Her Lover after Alexander dyed,

And so was reconcil'd to Menelaus.

Act: 3 Scene: 1

That will Aeneas shewe your majestie.

I saw this man at Troy ere Troy was sackt.

Act: 3 Scene: 3

As I remember, here you shot the Deere,

That sav'd your famisht souldiers lives from death,

When first you set your foote upon the shoare,

And here we met faire Venus Virgine like,

Bearing her bowe and quiver at her backe.

Act: 4 Scene: 1

Did ever men see such a sudden storme?

Or day so deere so suddenly Orecast?

I thinke it was the divels revelling night,

There was such hurly burly in the heavens:

Doubtles Apollos Axeltree is crackt,

Or aged Atlas shoulder out of joynt,

The motion was so over violent.

Act: 4 Scene: 3

What willes our Lord, or wherefore did he call?

Banish that ticing dame from forth your mouth,

And follow your foreseeing starres in all;

This is no life for men at armes to live,

Where daliance doth consume a Souldiers strength,

And wanton motions of alluring eyes,

Effeminate our mindes inur'd to warre.

Act: 4 Scene: 4

Because I feard your grace would keepe me here.

Then let Aeneas goe abourd with us.

Aeneas for his parentage deserves

As large a kingdome as is Libia.

Act: 5 Scene: 1

What length or bredth shal this brave towne containe?