The tragedy of Dido, Queen of Carthage
| dc.contributor | Ule, Louis |
| dc.contributor.author | Marlowe, Christopher, 1564-1593 |
| dc.contributor.author | Nash, Thomas, 1567-1601 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-21T16:31:54Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-21T16:31:54Z |
| dc.date.created | 1594 |
| dc.date.issued | 1979-09-08 |
| dc.identifier | ota:2233 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/2233 |
| dc.description.abstract | First published in 1594. |
| dc.format.extent | Text data (1 file : ca. 76.1 KB) |
| dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Legacy Collection |
| dc.rights | Distributed by the University of Oxford under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Plays -- England -- 16th century |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Tragedies -- England -- 16th century |
| dc.title | The tragedy of Dido, Queen of Carthage |
| dc.type | Text |
| has.files | yes |
| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 78004 |
| files.count | 1 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1500-1599 |
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DIDO
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THE TRAGEDY OF DIDO, QUEEN OF CARTHAGE.
HERE THE CURTAINS DRAW, THERE IS DISCOVERED
JUPITER DANDLING GANYMEDE UPON HIS KNEE,
AND MERCURY 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.
TODAY, WHENAS I FILLED INTO YOUR CUPS
AND HELD THE CLOTH OF PLEASANCE WHILE 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 THREAT'NING HAIR,
THAT, SHAKEN THRICE, MAKES NATURE'S BUILDINGS QUAKE,
I VOW, IF SHE BUT ONCE FROWN ON THEE MORE,
TO HANG HER, METEORLIKE, 'TWIXT HEAVEN AND EARTH,
AND BIND HER, HAND AND FOOT, WITH GOLDEN CORDS,
AS ONCE I DID FOR HARMING HERCULES.
GAN. MIGHT I BUT SEE THAT PRETTY SPORT AFOOT,
O, HOW WOULD I WITH HELEN'S BROTHER LAUGH,
AND BRING THE GODS . . .
