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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Dido

Act: 3 Scene: 4

Dido.

By chance sweete Queene, as Mars and Venus met.

Why, what is it that Dido may desire

And not obtaine, be it in humaine power?

What, hath Iarbus angred her in ought?

And will she be avenged on his life?

Who then of all so cruell may he be,

That should detaine thy eye in his defects?

What ailes my Queene, is she falne sicke of late?

What meanes faire Dido by this doubtfull speech?

Aeneas thoughts dare not ascend so high

As Didos heart, which Monarkes might not scale.

If that your majestie can looke so lowe,

As my despised worts, that shun all praise,

With this my hand I give to you my heart,

And vow by all the Gods of Hospitalitie,

By heaven and earth, and my faire others bowe,

By Paphos, Capys, and the purple Sea,

From whence my radiant mother did descend,

And by this Sword that saved me from the Greekes,

Never to leave these newe upreared walles,

Whiles Dido lives and rules in Junos towne,

Never to like or love any but her.