I this is it, you can sit toying there, And playing with that female wanton boy, Whiles my Æneas wanders on the Seas, And rests a pray to euery billowes pride. Iuno, false Iuno in her Chariots pompe, Drawne through the heauens by Steedes of Boreas brood, Made Hebe to direct her ayrie wheeles Into the windie countrie of the clowdes, Where finding Æolus intrencht with stormes, And guarded with a thousand grislie ghosts, She humbly did beseech him for our bane, And charg'd him drowne my sonne with all his traine. Then gan the windes breake ope their brazen doores, And all Æolia to be vp in armes: Poore Troy must now be sackt vpon the Sea, And Neptunes waues be enuious men of warre, Epeus horse to Ætnas hill transformd, Prepared stands to wracke their woodden walles, And Æolus like Agamemnon sounds The surges, his fierce souldiers to the spoyle: See how the night Ulysses -like comes forth, And intercepts the day as Dolon erst: Ay me! the Starres supprisde like Rhesus Steedes, Are drawne by darknes forth Astræus tents. What shall I doe to saue thee my sweet boy? When as the waues doe threat our Chrystall world, And Proteus raising hils of flouds on high, Entends ere long to sport him in the skie. False Iupiter, rewardst thou vertue so? What? is not pietie exempt from woe? Then dye Æneas in thine innocence, Since that religion hath no recompence.

Venus Monologue from The Tragedy of Dido Queene of Carthage

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