Disquiet Seas lay downe your swelling lookes, And court Æneas with your calmie cheere, Whose beautious burden well might make you proude, Had not the heauens conceau'd with hel-borne clowdes, Vaild his resplendant glorie from your view, For my sake pitie him Oceanus, That erst-while issued from thy watrie loynes, And had my being from thy bubling froth: Triton I know hath fild his trumpe with Troy, And therefore will take pitie on his toyle, And call both Thetis and Cimodoæ, To succour him in this extremitie. (Enter Æneas with Ascanius, with one or two more.) What? doe I see my sonne now come on shoare: Venus, how art thou compast with content, The while thine eyes attract their sought for ioyes: Great Iupiter, still honourd maist thou be, For this so friendly ayde in time of neede. Here in this bush disguised will I stand, Whiles my Æneas spends himselfe in plaints, And heauen and earth with his vnrest acquaints. Æn. You sonnes of care, companions of my course, Priams misfortune followes vs by sea, And Helens rape doth haunt thee at the heeles. How many dangers haue we ouer past? Both barking Scilla, and the sounding Rocks, The Cyclops shelues, and grim Ceranias seate Haue you oregone, and yet remaine aliue! Pluck vp your hearts, since fate still rests our friend, And chaunging heauens may those good daies returne, Which Pergama did vaunt in all her pride.

Venus Monologue from The Tragedy of Dido Queene of Carthage

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