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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Dido

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