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Didos death. Translated out of the best of Latine poets, into the best of vulgar languages. By one that hath no name; Aeneis. Book 4. English and Latin
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Virgil.; Digges, Dudley, Sir, 1583-1639.
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calls To rigge the Fleete get men aboard Armes fit All without noise dissembling cause of it Meane while ere Dido know what they intend Good soule that hopes such loue shall neuer end Himselfe will try the best time Ice to breake And way most fit for his affaires to speake They glad obeying all soone did his will But to deceiue a Louer who hath skill Their craft their plots and all they goe about The Queene suspecting all-safe first found out The same fame impious to her rage declard The Fleete was arming men for sea prepard She stormes and witlesse round about the towne Runs mad like Bacchus she priests vp downe Incensde in their Trienniall sacrifice With Bacchus and Cytherons nightly cries At length she first falls on AEneas thus And couldst thou hope false man to goe from vs In silence hiding sinne so detestable Was not my loue nor thy faith plighted able Nor the ill death Dido would die to stay Thy voyage but that posting thus away Thou wilt in winter and with stormes vnkind To sea strange lands dwellings vnknowne to find Alas if old Troy were to saile vnto To Troy in sea so growne thou wouldst not goe Me fliest thou By these teares that hand of thine Since I haue nought else haplesse left me mine By our contract halfe marriage if of thee I ought deseru'd well euer if in me Ought pleasde some pittie let house falling find If prayers may take place pray change this mind For thee all Africks peoples hate I beare Of Numid Kings and Tyrians ill will feare And chastity I lost for thee the same My so to starres extold first fame good name For whom O doest thou leaue me dying Guest That onely name of husband now doth rest Why stay I till Pigmaleon ouerthrow My Towne Or till the Moore Iarbas shew Me captiue had I yet ere thou hadst gon By thee to play withall some little one Aeneas onely looking like A child I should not seeme so wholely left beguild Quoth she On Ioues will he that fixt his eyes Suppressing sorrow in his heart replies At length thus short faire Queene neuer will I Most you can speake of your deserts deny Nor leaue remembring Queene Elizabeth Tll I forget my selfe while I haue breath Now to the businesse somewhat I shall say I neuer went about to steale away Inuent it not nor hop'd to hide my going Nor euer marriage meant nor came a woing If fates would let me leade the life I would And as I list compose my cares I should Troy first affect where friends sweete reliques rest Pyrams high house should stand and my hand blest Another new Troy for the vanquisht found But now for Italy by Phoebus bound Great Italy by Oracles command There lies my loue and that my Countrey land If you a Tyrian Carthage stay to eye A Towne in Africk why should you enuy Vs men of Troy to plant in Italy We two for Crownes may forraine kingdomes try My sire Anchyses troubled ghost doth fright Me in my sleepe warning as oft as night Clothes earth with dewy shades stars rise bright And deere head wrong'd Ascanius to my child Mooues me of Crowne and fatall lands beguild But lately Hermes sent from Ioue I call Both heads to witnesse through swift aire brought all The Gods w ll I the God saw plaine as day Entring the Towne and heard all he did say Leaue then to vexe me and thy self with plaining I Italy pursue not of my selfe By this on him thus speaking with a frowne She lookt auerse and â—owlâ—ng vp and downe St ll eyes beheld him round at last a fire Burst out false-man true Troian to thy Sire Thou neuer hadst Nor Goddesse to thy mother But some hard-hearted stony Rocke or other Bred thee some Scythyan Tygres was thy Nurse For why dissemble I or stay for worse Not sigh while I wept not at all eyes moouing Not yeeld orecome one Teare nor me so louing Once pitty which to which shall I first settle Now now alas no more Iuno the great Nor Saturnes sonne beholding this is iust Whom when ah where shall any safely trust I entertaind thee landlesse poore out cast And witlesse partner in my Kingdome plact Lost fleete and friends from death restord to thee O whither fired do Furies hurry me Apollo now forsooth now Oracles Now sent from Ioue himselfe Gods Truch-man tels Their pleasure harsh as if those higher powers Would take such paines or quiet car'd for ours I stay thee not nor to thy pleas reply Goe seeke Kingdomes at Sea search Italy Among the winds I trust if ought at all Good Gods can do thy punishment shall fall Among the Rocks and thou on Dido call Full oft I le follow in fire Funerall And when cold death froÌ„ flesh this soule shal seuer A ghost I le haunt thee lewd man tortur'd euer Thou shalt be and I heare of it in Hell Then ill ayre As these speeches from her fell She flies and from his sight flinging away Left him much fearing meaning much to say Her fainting Limbs her waiting Maids conuey'd To Chamber rich and soone in soft bed laid But good AEneas though he fayne would ease Her griefe with Comfort wo with words appease In mind made weake through mighty loue much mourning Yet doth obey Gods Will. To Fleete returning And then along the shore the Troians fall To worke to launch their new Carynd ships tall Bearing aboard for Ores greene boughs and all Rough Okâ—s vnwrought for hast By Gyâ—ges from all parts one might see them hurry And as when Ants soreseeing Winter bury In their small hils huge heapes of spoyled Corn The black troupe flocks a field and often borne The booty is through grasse by narrow path Great graines to shoulder forward one part hath In charge another to conduct the swarme And punish faults all parts with work wax warme What seeing this thought Dido what felt she Poore soule how sight on shore such worke to see From her high Castle and before her eyes Her whole-sea fild so with such shooting cryes V ld Loue what dost thou not mans hart compel Againe to weeping forc't againe she fell To loue submitting humble prayers to try That she vnprooud leaue nothing ere she dye â—ee sister Anne to shâ—re how hasting heady They flock on all sides sayles fâ—r wind are ready With streaming Flags glad Saylors Poope haue crownd Could I haue thought such sorrow to haue found I should haue borne it Sister this alone Doe for me haplesse for that fa thlesse one Loues thee only to thee thoughts secrets shewing All the Mans wayes our meeting times all knowing Goe sister humbly say to that proud foe With Greekes in Aulys Troians ouerthrow I neuer vowd nor fleeâ—e against Troy sent Nor wrong'd his fire Anohises ghost nor rent His Graue why hard will hee not heare a word O whither headlong hasts hee yet afford His haplesse Louer this last boone hee may For safer