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blood_n	cruel_a	enter_v	great_a	41	3	2.1267	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B08192	The fourth boke of Virgill, intreating of the loue betweene Aeneas and Dido, translated into English, and drawne into a straũge metre by Henrye late Earle of Surrey, worthy to be embraced..; Aeneis. Liber 4. English	Virgil.; Surrey, Henry Howard, Earl of, 1517?-1547.	1554 (1554)	STC 24810A.5; ESTC S125720	17,384	36

voyde Her comely brest three or foure tymes she smote Wyth her owne hande and toare her golden tresse Oh Ioue quoth she shall he hence thus depart A straunger thus and scorne our kyngdome so Shal not my men do on theyr armour prest And eke pursue them throughout al the towne And out of the rode soone shall the vessell warpe Haste on cast flame hoyse sayle and welde your owers What sayde I but where am I what fransy Alters thy mynde vnhappy Dido now Hath thee beset a froward desteny Then it behoued when thou wyth hym deuydedst The seepture loe hys fayth and hys ryght hand That leades wyth hym they say hys countrey goodes That on hys backe hys aged father bore Hys body myght I not haue caught and rent And in the seas drenched hym and his feeres And from Ascanus hys lyfe wyth Iron rest And set hym on hys fathers borde for meate Of suche debate perchaunce the fortune myght Haue bene doutfull woulde God it were assayed Whom shoulde I feare syths I my selfe must dye Myght I haue throwen into that nauy brandes And fylled eke theyr deckes wyth flamyng fyre The father sonne and all theyr nation Destroyed and fall my selfe there ouerall Sunne wyth thy beames that mortall workes discryes And thou Iuno that well these trauayles knowes Proserpyne thou vpon whom folke do vse To houle and call in forked wayes by nyght Infernall furyes eke ye wreakers of wrong And Didos Gods who standes at poynt of death Receyue these wordes and eke your heauy power Wythdra we from me that wycked folke deserue And our request accept we you beseche If so that yonder wycked head must needes Recouer porte and sayle to lande of force And if Ioues wyll haue so resolued And suche end hath set as no wyght can foredoe Yet at the least asayled mought he be Wyth armes and warres of hardy nations From the bowndes of hys kyngdome farre eryled Iulus eke rauyshed out of hys armes Dryuen to call for helpe that he may see The gyltles corpses of hys folke lye dead And after hard condicions of peace Hys realme nor lyfe desyred may he brooke But fall before hys tyme vnburyed amyd the sandes Thys I requyre these wordes wyth bloud I shedde And Tyrians ye hys stocke and all hys race Pursue wyth hate rewarde our fynders foe No loue nor leage betwyxt our peoples be And of our bones some wreaker maye there spryng Wyth sworde and flame that Troians maye pursue Now from hencefoorth when power may stretche Our costes to them contrary be they for aye I craue of God and our streames to theyr fluddes Armes vnto armes and of spryng of eche rate Thys sayde her mynde she wrythed ouer al sydes Seekyng wyth speede to ende thys irkesome lyfe To Sicheus nurse Barcen then briefely thus she sayde For hers at home in ashes dyd remayne Call vnto me deare nurse my syster Anne Byd her in hast in water of the fludde She sprynckle the body and bryng the beastes And purgyng sacrifice I dyd her shewe So let her come and thou thy temples bynde Wyth sacred garlandes for the sacrefyce That I to Pluto haue begonne my mynde Is to reforme and geue ende to these cares And Troian statue throwe into the flame When she had sayde redouble gan her nurse Her steppes forth on an aged womans trotte But tremblyng Dido al egerly now bent Vpon her sterne determination Her bloud shot eyes rolyng wythin her head Her quyueryng cheekes flecked wyth deadly stayne Both pale and wan to thynke on death to come Into the inward wardes of her palace She rusheth in and clam vp as bestraught The buryal stacke and drewe the Troian sweard Her gyft sometyme but ment to no suche vse Where when she saw hys weede and wel knowen bed Wepyng a whyle in study gan she stay Fell on the bedde and these last wordes she sayd Swete spoyles whyles God and desteny dyd permytte Receyue thys spirit and ryd me of these cares I lyued and ranue the course fortune dyd graunt And vnder earth my great gost now shall wende A goodly towne I buylte and saw my walles Happy alas to happy if these costes The Troian shyppes had neuer touched aye Thys sayd she layd her mouth close to the bed Why then quoth she vnwroken shal we dye But let vs dye for thus and in thys sorte It lyketh vs to seeke the shadowes darke And from the seas the cruell Troian eyes Shall well decerne thys flame and take wyth hym Eke these vnlucky tokens of my death As she had sayd her damsell myght perceyue Her wyth these wordes fal peresed on the sworde The bolyng bloud wyth gore and handes embrued The clamor rang vnto the pallace toppe The brute ranne throughout al thastoyned towne Wyth waylyng great and womens lamentyng The roofes gan roare the ayre resound wyth playnt As though Cartage or auncient towne of Tyre Wyth prease of entred enemyes swarmeo full Or when the rage of furyous flame doth take The temples toppes and mansions eke of men Her syster Anne spryteles for dread to heare Thys fearefull sturre wyth nayles gan teare her face She smote her breast and russhed through the route And dyeng thus she cleapes her by her name Syster for thys dyd you wyth craft me bouroe The stake the flame the auters breede they thys What shal I fyrst complayne forsaken wyght Lothest thou in death thy systers felowshyp Thou should haue called me to lyke desteny One wo one sworde one houre mought ende vs bothe Thys funerall stake buylt I wyth these handes Or wyth thys voyce cleaped our natyue Gods As cruel for to absent me from thy death Dystroyed thou hast syster both thee and me Thy people eke and prynces borne at Tyre Geue here I shall wyth water washe her woundes And sucke wyth mouthe her breath if ought be left Thys sayd vnto the hyghe degrees she mounted Embrasyng fast her syster nowe halfe dead Wyth waylefull playnt whom in her lap she layd The blacke swarte geare wyping dry wyth her clothes But Dido straue for to lyft vp agayne Her heauy eyen and hath no power thereto Deepe vnder her brest the fyxed wound doth gape Thryse leanyng on her elbowe gan she rayse Her selfe vpwarde and thryse she ouerthrewe Vpon the bedde rangyng wyth wandryng eyes The skyes for lyght and wept when she it found Almyghty Iuno hauyng ruthe by thys Of her long paynes and eke her lyngryng death From heauen she sent the Goddesse Iris downe The thrallyng spiryte and ioynted lymmes to loose For that neyther by lot of desteny Nor yet by naturall death she peryshed But wretchedly before her fatal daye And kyndled wyth a sodayne rage of flame Proserpyne had not yet from her head berefte The golden heare nor iudged her to hell The dewye Iris thus wyth golden wynges A thousand hues shewyng agaynst the sunne Amyd the skyes then dyd she flye adowne On Didos heade where as she gan alyght Thys heare quoth she to Pluto consecrate Commaunded I bereue and eke thy spirite vnloose From thys body and when she had thus sayd With her right hand she cut the heare in twayne And therewyth al the naturall heate gan quenches And into wynde the lyfe foorth wyth resolue FINIS