Dido Monologue from The Tragedy of Dido Queene of Carthage

From The Tragedy of Dido Queene of Carthage by Christopher Marlowe

female · romantic · 51 sec

What more then delian musicke doe I heare, That calles my soule from forth his liuing seate, To moue vnto the measures of delight: Kind clowdes that sent forth such a curteous storme, As made disdaine to flye to fancies lap: Stoute loue in mine armes make thy Italy, Whose Crowne and kingdome rests at thy commande. Sicheus, not Æneas be thou calde: The King of Carthage, not Anchises sonne: Hold, take these Iewels at thy Louers hand, These golden bracelets, and this wedding ring, Wherewith my husband woo'd me yet a maide, And be thou king of Libia, by my guift.

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