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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Dido

Act: 4 Scene: 1

In all my life I never knew the like,

It haild, it snowde, it lightned all at once.

Behold where both of them come forth the Cave.

As others did, by running to the wood.

Act: 4 Scene: 2

How now Iarbus, at your prayers so hard?

Nay, no such waightie busines of import,

But may be slackt untill another time:

Yet if you would partake with me the cause

Of this devotion that detaineth you,

I would be thankfull for such curtesie.

Alas poore King that labours so in vaine,

For her that so delighteth in thy paine:

Be rul'd by me, and seeke some other love,

Whose yeelding heart may yeeld thee more reliefe.

I will not leave Iarbus whom I love,

In this delight of dying pensivenes:

Away with Dido, Anna be thy song,

Anna that doth admire thee more then heaven.

Iarbus stay, loving Iarbus stay,

For I have honey to present thee with:

Hard hearted, wilt not deigne to heare me speake?

Ile follow thee with outcryes nere the lesse,

And strewe thy walkes with my discheveld haire

Act: 4 Scene: 4

Twas time to runne, Aeneas had been gone,

The sailes were hoysing up, and he abourd.

What if the Citizens repine thereat?