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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Dido

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.