The Tragedy of Dido Queene of Carthage

by Christopher Marlowe

Cupid. What will you giue me? now Ile haue this Fanne.

Dido. Take it Ascanius, for thy fathers sake.

Iar. Come Dido, leaue Ascanius, let vs walke.

Dido. Goe thou away, Ascanius shall stay.

Iar. Vngentle Queene, is this thy loue to me?

Dido. O stay Iarbus, and Ile goe with thee.

Cupid. And if my mother goe, Ile follow her.

Dido. Why staiest thou here? thou art no loue of mine?

Iar. Iarbus dye, seeing she abandons thee.

Dido. No, liue Iarbus, what hast thou deseru'd,
That I should say thou art no loue of mine?
Something thou hast deseru'd, away I say,
Depart from Carthage, come not in my sight.