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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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1622
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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 LONDON Printed by N. O. for Walter Burre 1622. The fourth Booke of VIRGILS AENEID BVt the already hurt heauy-grieu'd Queene The wound seeds in her veines of fire vnseene The mans much worth great honor of the natioÌ„ Runs in her mind his lookes and his relation In print stick in her thoughts no rest griefe yeelds Next day with sun light had suruayd the fields And from the Pole remoou'd the Dewy shade When she thus ill in health well yet ill sayd To her owne-minded sister sister Anne What dreames fright mee in doubt who may this Man This new guest be thus lighted on our Land What man-like looks How stout of heart hand He is in saith faith is not vaine of Race Doubtlesse diuine Feare argues spirits base Ah with what fortunes tost what battels fought Saw he and sung Sure setled in my thought VVere it not neuer more wedlocke to proue Since I through death alas lost my first loue Did I not lothe ioyes of the mariage bed This one time I perhaps might fall to wed For I 'le confesse Nan since our houses staine My haplesse husband was by brother slaine This onely man hath mou'd my faltring mind And stir'd some sparks markes of old flames I find But may the opening earth first swallow me Chaste modesty Ioues Thunder make me see The Ghosts pale Ghosts of hell and deaths deepe night E're I wrong thee or thy lawes loosly slight He that my first loue had hath and shall haue All my affection buried in his graue So said and bosome fild with weeping eyes O more then life lou'd sister Anne replies VVill you alone still mourning youth outwearing Barre your selfe Venus blessing-sweets son bearing Thinke you the dead like that or soules departed Although no sutors sick while fresh griefe smarted No Lybian Lords for husbands could be priz'd Though euen at Tyre Iarbas was despisde And Chiefes which Africk rich in Triumphs shows VVere scorn'd will you a loue you like oppose Forget you in whose coast you planted are Here Townes Getulian men vnmatcht in warre Vnbrideled Numids there sands on that side Of Syrtis Desert dry and raging wide Barcaans not to tell warres that may tide From Tyre through brothers threats Friend Iuno lucky gods auspicious weather Sure brought these Troian ships in good time hither O what a Towne of this sister your eyes May see from such a match what Empire rise To what exployts if Troian valour goe In company may Punicke glory grow Aske you but gods good will goe sacrifice And entertaining ghest with courtesies Quoyne causes for his stay winter amaine Rageth at sea and stormy starres now reigne Such bruisd ships may not brook weather so foule These words inflame the with loue burning soule Giue doubtfull hopes blushing feares controule First to the Temple Altars they repaire For lucke as vse is slaine two-yeerelings are To Bacchus Phabus Ceres lawgiuar And Iuno chiefe that takes of wedlocke care Faire Dido in her right hand holds the cup Which in the white Cow's forehead she turns vp Or for the gods and their fat Altars lifts Her dauncing lims or day makes new with gifts Or in poore Beasts cleft bosome poring pries With their yet panting entrailes too aduise Alas blind Augurs what helpe can be had From holy Church or vowes for women mad A soft sweete fire the marrow eates conceald A greene wound in the heart is hid not heald Poore Dido burnes in loue out of her mind All o're the Towne she gads so the hurt Hynd Some shepheard hunting in the forrest hit Vnwares farre off leauing not knowing it His deadly arrow sticking in her fide Through woods lawnes o're hills vallies hied Now through the streetes shee doth Aeneas guide Shewes the Townes wealth and how t is fortified Offers to speake halfe vtterd words call in And as day ends the same feasts still begin Againe to heare Troyes turmoyles fond she prayes Hangs on his lips depends on that he saies And parted wheÌ„ by turns clouds moon-light shade And shooting starres declining sleepe perswade Alone she mournes for bed on voyde floore lies And absent absent him both heares and eyes Or caught with fathers shape in lap doth feate Ascanius loue vnspeakeable to cheate Buildings begun rise not young men vntrain'd Nor ports for peace nor forts for warre maintaind Works broken off stand still huge threatning wall With skie-high Engen stands as it would fall When Ioues deere wife found her so plaguy ill That no care of her fame stopt her wood-will Thus to faire Venus Saturns daughter sayes Large spoyles no doubt you get and goodly praise You and your lad great memorable Name If craft of two gods conquer one poore Dame Nor faild I knowing how my Towne you feare And how suspect high Carthage houses were But shall there be no end Why still such strife Better eternall peace make man and wife Contract let vs you haue your hearts desire Poore Dido burnes with loue her back 's on fire Let vs in common then this people sway And blesst let her loue cherish and obay This Troian that for dowre these Tyrians may Handfast To her that with dissembling heart She saw spake this Romes Empire to conuert To Carthage Venus answerd who would chuse Vnwise to warre with thee or this refuse Great Iuno so successe make thy words good If which I doubt with fates decree it stood To make one Towne of Troy and Tyre if loue Such mixing league such vnion approue Yâ—u are his wife his mind t is sit you moue Oh then I am your seruant Iuno cries That care be mine but novv let vs deuise How things may come to passe mark and I 'le shevv AEneas and vnhappy Dido goe A hunting to the vvoods vvhen next dayes light Shall shevv the vvorld the suns beams rising bright On them a black cloud mixt vvith haile I 'le poure And while the fearefull troups ride searching o're The woods for shrowds thunder shall fill the skie And darke night hide the flying company About the forrest round a Grot or Caue Dido the same the Troian chiefe shall haue Where present if your mind be well made known In wedlocke firme I 'le ioyne her for his owne A ioyfull wedding t will be naught opposing Venus doth nod and smiles at her found glosing Meane time the sea forsaking morning rose By day break throgh the Ports youth chosen goes Hays toyls hunting staues steele headed round Ranke riders store and deepe fleete good nosde hound At the Queenes lingring chamber doore the best Of Carthaâ—e waite in gold and purple drest Feirce traÌ„pling horse stand champing foming bits At length with mighty troupe forward she sits Rich robe about imbrodered scaâ—â— she weares At which gilt Quiuer hangs â—old curles her haires And golden loops the 〈◊〉 garment tye Braue too the Troia◠〈◊〉 â—s goe