Dido, Queen Of Carthage Monologue
|Dido, Queen Of Carthage Monologue by Christopher Marlowe|
- DIDO: Speaks not AE neas like a conqueror?
- O blessed tempests that did drive him in!
- O happy sand that made him run aground!
- Henceforth you shall be our Carthage gods.
- Ay, but it may be, he will leave my love,
- And seek a foreign land call'd Italy:
- O that I had a charm to keep the winds
- Within the closure of a golden ball;
- Or that the Tyrrhene sea were in mine arms,
- That he might suffer shipwreck on my breast,
- As oft as he attempts to hoist up sail!
- I must prevent him; wishing will not serve.--
- Go bid my nurse take young Ascanius,
- And bear him in the country to her house;
- AE neas will not go without his son;
- Yet, lest he should, for I am full of fear,
- Bring me his oars, his tackling, and his sails.
- What if I sink his ships? O, he will frown!
- Better he frown than I should die of grief.
- I cannot see him frown; it may not be:
- Armies of foes resolv'd to win this town,
- Or impious traitors vow'd to have my life,
- Affright me not; only AE neas frown
- Is that which terrifies poor Dido's heart:
- Not bloody spears, appearing in the air,
- Presage the downfall of my empery,
- Nor blazing comets threaten Dido's death;
- It is AE neas' frown that ends my days.
- If he forsake me not, I never die;
- For in his looks I see eternity,
- And he'll make me immortal with a kiss.
Credits: Reprinted from Dido Queen of Carthage. Christopher Marlowe. London: Hurst Robinson, 1825.