The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 2 (of 3)Marlowe, Christopher
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The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 2 (of 3)
Marlowe, Christopher
English drama -- Early modern and Elizabethan, 1500-1600
_Dido._ What more than Delian music do I hear,
That calls my soul from forth his living seat
To move unto the measures of delight?
Kind clouds, that sent forth such a courteous storm
As made disdain to fly to fancy's lap!
Stout love, in mine arms make thy Italy,
Whose crown and kingdom rests at thy command:
Sichæus, not Æneas, be thou call'd;
The king of Carthage, not Anchises' son. 60
Hold, take these jewels at thy lover's hand, [_Giving jewels, &c._
These golden bracelets, and this wedding-ring,
Wherewith my husband woo'd me yet a maid,
And be thou king of Libya by my gift.
[_Exeunt to the cave._
ACT IV.
SCENE I.
_Enter_[510] ACHATES, CUPID _as_ ASCANIUS, IARBAS,
_and_ ANNA.
_Ach._ Did ever men see such a sudden storm
Or day so clear so suddenly o'ercast?
_Iar._ I think some fell enchantress dwelleth here,
That can call them[511] forth whenas she please,
And dive into black tempest's treasury,
Whenas she means to mask the world with clouds.
_Anna._ In all my life I never knew the like;
It hailed, it snowed, it lightened all at once.
_Ach._ I think, it was the devil's revelling night,
There was such hurly-burly in the heavens: 10
Doubtless Apollo's axle-tree is crack'd,
Or agèd Atlas' shoulder out of joint,
The motion was so over-violent.
_Iar._ In all this coil, where have ye left the queen?
_Asc._ Nay, where's my warlike father, can you tell?
_Anna._ Behold, where both of them come forth the cave.
_Iar._ Come forth the cave! can heaven endure this sight?
Iarbas, curse that unrevenging Jove,
Whose flinty darts slept in Typhoeus'[512] den,
Whiles these adulterers surfeited with sin. 20
Nature, why mad'st me not some poisonous beast,
That with the sharpness of my edgèd sting
I might have staked them both unto the earth,
Whilst they were sporting in this darksome cave! [_Aside._
_Enter, from the cave_, ÆNEAS _and_ DIDO.
_Æn._ The air is clear, and southern winds are whist.[513]
Come, Dido, let us hasten to the town,
Since gloomy Æolus doth cease to frown.
_Dido._ Achates and Ascanius, well met.
_Æn._ Fair Anna, how escap'd you from the shower?
_Anna._ As others did, by running to the wood. 30
_Dido._ But where were you, Iarbas, all this while?
_Iar._ Not with Æneas in the ugly cave.
_Dido._ I see, Æneas sticketh in your mind;
But I will soon put by that stumbling-block,
And quell those hopes that thus employ your cares.[514]
[_Exeunt._
SCENE II.
_Enter_[515] IARBAS _to sacrifice_.
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