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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Dido

Act: 3 Scene: 1

Now Cupid cause the Carthaginian Queene,

To be inamourd of thy brothers lookes,

Convey this golden arrowe in thy sleeve,

Lest she imagine thou art Venus sonne:

And when she strokes thee softly on the head,

Then shall I touch her breast and conquer her.

No Dido will not take me in her armes,

I shall not be her sonne, she loves me not.

My cosin Helen taught it me in Troy.

Will Dido let me hang about her necke?

What will you give me now? Ile have this Fanne.

And if my mother goe, Ile follow her.

Mother, looke here.

You shall not hurt my father when he comes.

Act: 3 Scene: 3

I mother, I shall one day be a man,

And better able unto other armes.

Meane time these wanton weapons serve my warre,

Which I will breake betwixt a Lyons jawes.

I, and outface him to, doe what he can.