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R216014 1 Queen Dido Queen Dido; Troy Town Queen Dido WHen Troy Town for ten years wars, / withstood the Greeks in manfull wise, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 262 A Proper new Ballad intituled, The Wandring Prince / of TROY. A Proper new Ballad intituled, The Wandring Prince of TROY. A Proper new Ballad entitled, The Wandering Prince of TROY. 1658-1658 F. Coles, T.Vere and VV Gilbertson.

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WHen Troy Town for ten years wars, withstood the Greeks in manfull wise, Then did their foes increase so fast, that to resist none could suffice. Wast lye those wall[s] that were so good, And corn now grows where Troy town stood. AEneas wandring prince of Troy, when he for land long time had sought, At last arrived with great joy. to mighty Carthage walls was brought. Where Didos Queen with sumptuous feast, Did entertain this wandring guest. And as in hall at meat they sate. the Queen desirous news to hear, Of thy unhappy ten years wars, declare to me thou Trojan dear. The heavy hap and chance so bad, That thou poor wandring prince hast had. And then anon this worthy knight, with words demure as be 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 sate the place was wet as if he had seen those wars again. So that the Queen with ruth therefore, Said worthy Prince enough no more. The darksome night apace grew on, and twinkling stars ith Skyes were spread And he his dolefull tale had told,
as every one lay in his bed. Where they full sweetly took their rest, Save only Didos boyling brest. This silly woman never slept but in her chamber all alone, As one unhappy alwayes kept, unto the walls 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 Skyes were fled And Phoebus beams with watry Clouds through misty Clouds appeared red. Then tidings came to her anon, That all the Trojan ships were gone. And then then the Queen with bloody knife did arm her heart as hard as stone. Yet somewhat loath to loose her life. in wofull wise she made her moan, And rowling on her carefull bed, With sighs and sobs these words she sed. O wretched Dido Queen quoth she, I see thy end approaching neer, For he is gone away from thee, whom thou didst love and hold so dear. Is he then gone and passed by, O heart prepare thyself to dye. Though reason would thou shouldst forbear to stop thy hand from bloody stroke, Yet fancy said thou shouldst not fear, who fettered thee in Cupids yoake. Come death quoth she and ease the smart, And with those words she piercd her heart.
WHen death had piercd the tender heart of Dido Carthaginian Queen, And bloody knife did end the smart which she sustaind in wofull teen, AEneas being shipt and gone, Whose flattery caused all her moan, Her Funerall most costly made, and all things ffrisht mourufully, Her body fine in mold was laid, where it consumed speedily. Her sisters tears her Tomb bestrewd, Her Subjects grief their kindnesse shewd. Then was AEneas in an Isle, in Grecia where he livd long space, Whereas her sister in short while, wrote tu him to his foul disgrace In phrase of Letters to her mind. She told him plain he was unkind Fals-hearted wretch quoth she thou art, and traiterously thou hast betraid, Unto thy lure a gentle heart, that unto thee such welcome made. My sister dear and Carthage joy Whose folly wrought her dire annoy. Yet on her deathbed when she lay, she prayd for thy prosperity, Desiring God that every day might breed thee great felicity. Thus by thy means I lost a Friend, Heaven send the such untimely end. When he these lines full fraught with gall perused had and weighd them right His lofty courage then did fall, and straight appeared in his sight, Queen Didos ghost both grim and pale Which made this valiant Souldier 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, Unthankfull thou digst my grave Wherefore prepare thy fleeting soul to wander with me in the Ayre, Where deadly grief shall make it howl because of me thou tookst no care, Delay no time thy glasse is run, Thy daie is past and death is come, O stay awhile thou lovely Spright, be not so hasty to convey, My soul into eternall night, where it shall nere behold bright nay, O do not frown thy angry look, Hath made my breath my iife forsook, But wo is me it is in vain, and bootlesse is my dismall cry. Time will not be recald again nor thou surcease before I dye, O let me live to make amends, Unto some of my dearest friends, But seeing thou obdurate art and wilt no pitty to me show, Because from thee I did depart and left upaid what I did ow, I must content myself to take What lot thou wilt with me pertake, And like one being in a trance, a multitude of ugly fiends, About this wofull 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 F. Coles, T. Vere, and W. Gilbertson.