_Nav._ Come, lords, take up the body of the king, That we may see it honourably interr'd: And then I vow so[432] to revenge his death, 110 As Rome, and all these popish prelates there, Shall curse the time that e'er Navarre was king, And ruled in France by Henry's fatal death. [_They march out, with the body of_ KING HENRY _lying on four men's shoulders, with a dead_ _march, drawing weapons on the ground._ THE TRAGEDY OF DIDO, QUEEN OF CARTHAGE. _Dido_ was published in 1594, with the following title:-- _The Tragedie of Dido Queene of Carthage: Played by the Children of her Maiesties Chappell. Written by Christopher Marlowe, and Thomas Nash, Gent._ _Actors._ _Jupiter._ _Ascanius._ _Ganimed._ _Dido._ _Venus._ _Anna._ _Cupid._ _Achates._ _Juno._ _Ilioneus._ _Mercurie, or_ _Iarbas._ _Hermes._ _Cloanthes._ _Æneas._ _Sergestus._ _At London, Printed, by the Widdowe Orwin, for Thomas Woodcocke, and are to be sold at his shop, in Paules Churchyeard, at the signe of the blacke Beare._ 1594. 4_to._ A copy of this edition is in the Bodleian Library; and I am indebted to my friend Mr. C. H. Firth for kindly comparing Dyce's text with the text of the Bodleian copy. _PERSONS REPRESENTED._ JUPITER. GANYMEDE. HERMES. CUPID. JUNO. VENUS. ÆNEAS. ASCANIUS, his son. ACHATES. ILIONEUS. CLOANTHUS. SERGESTUS. Other Trojans. IARBAS. Carthaginian Lords. DIDO. ANNA, her sister. Nurse. THE TRAGEDY OF DIDO, QUEEN OF CARTHAGE. ACT I. SCENE I. _Here the curtains draw: there is discovered_ JUPITER _dandling_ GANYMEDE _upon his knee, and_ HERMES _lying asleep._ _Jup._ Come, gentle Ganymede, and play with me; I love thee well, say Juno what she will. _Gan._ I am much better for your worthless love, That will not shield me from her shrewish blows! To-day, whenas I filled into your cups, And held the cloth of pleasance whiles you drank, She reached me such a rap for that I spilled, As made the blood run down about mine ears. _Jup._ What? dares she strike the darling of my thoughts? By Saturn's soul, and this earth-threatening hair,[433] 10 That, shaken thrice, makes nature's buildings quake, I vow, if she but once frown on thee more, To hang her, meteor-like, 'twixt heaven and earth, And bind her, hand and foot, with golden cords, As once I did for harming Hercules!