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1.548-549 R234229 1 Queen Dido Queen Dido; Troy Town Queen Dido WHen Troy Town for ten years Wars,/ withstood the Greeks in manful wise When death had plere'd the tender heart/ of Dido Carthagenian Queen, Pepys 1.548-549 Wing E3788[a]A; Rollins (2) ?2839 (1564-65, I, 270, Tho. Colwell) [licenced as 'The wandering prince']; Rollins (2) 2841 (June 8, 1603, III, 236, Ed. Alde); Rollins (2) 2710 (Dec. 14, 1624, IV, 131); Rollins (2) 2842 (Mch. 1, 1675, ii, 497). Woodblock 1: first 1/2 sheet, below title, above column 1 : A king or prince (presumably the Prince of Troy) sits on an ornately decorated horse. The man wears a tall crown, a fur-lined cloak, and riding boots. In his hand he carries a long riding crop. The horse, midstep, has a large plume headpiece, feathers at his rear, and a complicated saddle. : 78 x 65 Woodblock 2: first 1/2 sheet, below title, above column 2 : A three masted ship at sail, seen from the port side, flies one flag and two pennants. The tip of the highest mast is cut off in this cut. The forward and center masts carry set sails (two on the center mast), while the aft mast carries a furled sail. A man in a hat stands on the aft deck. Cannons are visible out of the side of the ship. An anchor is visible at the fore of the ship.: 58 x 84 Woodblock 3: second 1/2 sheet, above columns 3 and 4: Part of this cut is torn or not clearly printed. In the background, a castle (or perhaps the gated city of Troy) is burning with high flames an smoke. In the foreground, a noble woman and two men are standing. the woman (possibly Dido?) wears a crown, a fur-trimmed cloak, and a long dress with an emroidered skirt. In her right hand, she holds an unclear object (maybe a torch? a mirror? a knife?)/ The two men appear to be guards or soldiers. They wear riding boots with spurs, kilts, and armor. Each wears a helet with a plume and carries a shield and a polearm.: 76 x 95 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 548 An excellent Ballad entituled the wandring Prince of Troy, An excellent Ballad entituled the wandring Prince of Troy, An Excellent Ballad Entitled the Wandering Prince of Troy, 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 250 x 150 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 250 x 160? cropped top edge, guard pasted over right edge, uneven inking. cropped right edge, uneven inking 1684-1686 Printed for J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, T.Passinger Blagden

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WHen Troy Town for ten years Wars, withstood the Greeks in manful wise Then did their foes increase so fast, that to resist none could suffice: Wast lies those walls that was so good, and Corn now grows where Troy town stood. AEneas Wandring Prince of Troy, when he for Land long time had sought, At length arrived with great joy, to mighty Carthage walls was brought, Where Dido's Queen with sumptuous feast, Did entertain this wandring guest. And as in Hall at meat they sat, the Queen desirous news to hear, Of thy unhappy ten years wars, declare to me thou Trojan dear, Thy heavy hap and chance so bad, That thou poor wandring Prince hast had. And then anon this worthy Knight, with words demure as he could well, Of his unhappy ten years wars, so true a tale began to tell, With words so sweet, and sighs so deep, That oft he made them all to weep. And then a thousand sighs he fetcht, and every sigh brought tears amain, That where he sat the place was wet, as if he had seen those wars again: So that the Queen with truth therefore, Said, Worthy Prince, enough no more. The darksome night apace grew on, and twinkling stars i'th sky was spread, And he his doleful tale had told,
as every one lay in his bed; Where they full sweetly took their rest, Save only Dido's boyling breast. This silly Woman never slept, but in her Chamber all alone, As one unhappy always kept, unto the Wall she made her moan; That she should still desire in vain, The thing that she could not obtain. And thus in grief she spent the night, till twinkling stars from skies were fled, And Phoebus with his glimering beams, through misty clouds appeared red; Then tydings came to her anon, That all the Trojan Ships were gone. And then the Queen with bloody Knife, did arm her heart as hard as stone, Yet somewhat loath to lose her life, in Woful case she made her moan; And rouling on her careful bed, With sighs and sobs these Words she said. O Wretched Dido Queen, quoth she, I see thy end approacheth near, For he is gone away from thee, whom thou did'st love and hold so dear; Is he then gone and passed by? O heart prepare thy self to dye. Though reason would thou should'st forbear to stop thy hand from bloody stroak Yet fancy said thou should'st not fear, who fettered thee in Cupids yoke; Come Death, quoth she, and end the smart And with these words she pierc'd her heart.
WHen death had pierc'd the tender heart of Dido Carthagenian Queen, And bloody knife did end the smart which she sustain'd in woful teen: AEneas being Shipt and gone, whose flattery caused all her moan, Her Funeral most costly made, and all things finisht mournfully, Her body fine in mold was laid, where it consumed speedily: Her Sisters tears her tomb bestrew'd, Her Subjects grief their kindness shew'd. Then was AEneas in an Isle in Grecia, where he liv'd long space, Whereas her Sister in short time, writ him to his foul disgrace: In phrase of Letters to her mind, She told him plain he was unkind. False-hearted wretch, quoth she, thou art, and treacherously thou hast betray'd. Unto thy Lure a gentle heart, which unto thee such welcome made: My Sister dear, and Carthage joy, Whose folly wrought her dire annoy. Yet on her death-bed when she lay, she prayed for thy prosperity, Beseeching God that every day might breed thee great felicity: Thus by thy means I lost a friend, Heavens send thee such untimely end. When he these lines, full fraught with gall, perused had, and weigh'd them right, His lofty courage then did fall, and streight appeared in his sight, Queen Dido's Ghost both grim and pale, Which made this valiant Soulder quail.
AEneas, quoth this grisly Ghost, my whole delight while I did live Thee of all men I loved most, my fancy and my will did give: For entertainment I thee gave, Unthankfully thou dig'st my grave. Therefore prepare thy fleeting soul to wander with me in the air, Where deadly grief shall make it howl, because of me thou took'st no care; Delay no time, thy glass is run, Thy day is past, thy death is come. O stay a while thou lovely spright, be not so ready to convey, My soul into eternal night, where it shall ne'r behold bright day; O do not frown! thy angry look, Hath made my breath my life forsook. But wo is me, it is in vain, and bootless is my dismal cry, Time will not be recall'd again, nor you surcease before I dye: O let me live to make amends, Unto some of thy dearest friends. But seeing thou obdurate art, and will no pitty to me show, Because from thee I did depart, and left unpaid what I did owe: I must content my self to take What lot thou wilt with me partake. And like one being in a Trance, a multitude of ugly Fiends About this woful Prince did dance, no help he had of any friends; His body then they took away, And no man knew his dying day.
Printed for J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger.