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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Dido

Act: 3 Scene: 1

How long faire Dido shall I pine for thee?

Tis not enough that thou doest graunt me love,

But that I may enjoy what I desire:

That love is childish which consists in words.

But Dido is the favour I request.

Come Dido, leave Ascanius, let us walke.

Ungentle Queene, is this thy love to me?

Iarbus dye, seeing she abandons thee.

Am I not King of rich Getulia?

I goe to feed the humour of my Love,

Yet not from Carthage for a thousand worlds.

Doth Dido call me backe?

Then pull out both mine eyes, or let me dye.