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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Dido

Act: 3 Scene: 3

But love and duetie led him on perhaps,

To presse beyond acceptance to your sight.

And mought I live to see him sacke rich Thebes,

And bade his speare with Grecian Princes heads,

Then would I wish me with Anchises Tombe,

And dead to honour that hath brought me up.

Stoute friend Achates, doest thou know this wood?

O how these irksome labours now delight,

And overjoy my thoughts with their escape:

Who would not undergoe all kind of toyle,

To be well stor'd with such a winters tale?