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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Act: 5 Scene: 1

How now Aeneas, sad, what meanes these dumpes?

As how I pray, may I entreate you tell.

If that be all, then cheare thy drooping lookes,

For I will furnish thee with such supplies:

Let some of those thy followers goe with me,

And they shall have what thing so ere thou needst.

How long will Dido mourne a strangers flight,

That hath dishonord her and Carthage both?

How long shall I with griefe consume my daies,

And reape no guerdon for my truest love?

But afterwards will Dido graunt me love?

Cursed Iarbus, dye to expiate

The griefe that tires upon thine inward soule.

Dido I come to thee, aye me Aeneas.