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1 Queen Dido. Queen Dido; Troy Town Queen Dido. WHen Troy Town for ten years Wars, / withstood the Greeks in manful wise, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1329 An excellent Ballad entitul'd, the Wandring Prince of Troy. An excellent Ballad entitul’d, The Wandring Prince of Troy. An excellent Ballad entitled, the Wandering Prince of Troy. Printer A.M. ?-? A.M.

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WHen Troy town for ten years wars, withstood the Greeks in manful wise, Then did their foes encrease 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'd seen those wars again: So that the Queen with truth therefore, Said: Worth 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 everyone lay in his bed; Where they full sweetly took their rest, Save only Didos 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 didst love and hold so dear; Is he then gone and passed by? O heart prepare thy self to die. Though reason would thou shouldst forbear to stop thy hand from bloody stroak, Yet fancy said thou shouldst not fear, who fettered thee in Cupids yoke, Come death (quoth she) and end the smart, And with these words she pierct her heart.
When death had pierct 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 was 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 shewd. Then was AEneas in an Isle in Greecia, where he liv'd long space, Whereas her Sister in short time writ to 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 frought with gall, perused had, and weigh'd them right, His lofty courage then did fall, and streight appeared in his sight Queen Didos Ghost both grim and pale, Which made this valiant Soldier 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 digg'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 tookst 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 nere 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 your 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 myself 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.
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