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R505530 2 Queene Dido Queen Dido; Troy Town Queen Dido to the same tune Queen Dido; Troy Town To the Same Tune WHen Troy Town for ten yeares war, / withstood the Greeks in manfull wife, WHen death had pierc't the tender heart / of Dido, Carthaginian Queene, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 21 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. ?-? F. Coles, J. Wright, and W. Gilbertson.

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WHen Troy Town for ten yeares war, withstood the Greeks in manfull wise, Then did their Foes increase so fast that to resist none could suffice: Waste lye those wals that were so good, And corn now grows where Troy Town stood. AEneas wandring Prince of Troy, when he for Land long time had fought, At length arrived with great joy, to mighty Carthage wals was brought: Where Dido's Queene with sumptuous Feast Did entertaine this wandring Guest. And as in Hall at Meat they sate, the Queene desirous Newes to heare, Of thy unhappy ten yeares Warrs, declare to me thou Trojan deare: Thy heavy hap and chance so bad, That thou poore wandring Prince hast had. And then anon this comely Knight, with words demure as he could well, Of his unhappy ten yeares Warrs, so true a Tale began to tell: With words so sweet, and sighs so deepe, As oft he made them all to weepe. And then a thousand sighs he fetcht, and every sigh brought teares amaine, That where he sate the place was wet, as if he had seene those wars againe: So that the Queene with ruth therefore, Said, worthy Prince enough no more. The darksome night apace grew on, and twinkling stars in skyes were spread, And he his dolefull tale had told, as every one lay in his bed:
Where they full sweetly tooke their rest, Save onely Dido's boyling brest. This silly Woman never slept but in her Chamber all alone, As one unhappy alwayes kept, and to the wals she made her moane: That she should still desire in vaine, The thing which she could not obtaine. And thus in griefe she spent the night, till twinkling stars from skyes are fled, And Phoebus with his glistring beames, throogh misty clouds appeared red, Then tydings came to her anon, That all the Trojan ships were gone, And then the Queene with bloody knife, did arme her heart as hard as stone, Yet some-what loath to loose her life, in wofull wise she made her moane: And rowling on her carefull bed, With sighs and sobs, these words she said. O wretched Dido Queen (quoth she) I see thy end approaching neere, For he is gone away from thee, whom thou dost love and hold so deare: Is he then gone, and passed by. O heart prepare thy selfe to die. Though reason would thou shouldst forbeare, to stop thy hands from bloody stroke, Yet fancy sayes, thou shouldst not feare who fettered thee in Cupids yoake: Come death (quoth she) and end my smart, And with those words she pierc't her heart.
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WHen death had pierc't the tender heart of Dido, Carthaginian Queene, And bloody knife did end the smart, which she sustain'd in wofull teene; AEneas being shipt and gone, Whose flattery caused all her moane. Her funerall most costly made, and all things finisht mournfully, Her body fine in mold was laid, where it consumed speedily: Her Sisters teares her tombe bestrew'd, Her subjects griefes their kindnesse shewd. Then was AEneas in an Isle, in Grecia where he liv'd long space, Whereas her Sister in short while writ to him to his foule disgrace: In phraise of Letters to her mind, She told him plaine he was unkind. False-hearted wretch (quoth she) thou art, and trayterously thou hast betray'd Unto thy Lure, a gentle heart, which unto thee such welcome made: My Sister deare and Carthage joy. Whole folly bred her dire annoy. Yet on her Death-bed when she lay, she pray'd for thy prosperity, Beseeching God that every day might breed thee great felicity: Thus by thy meanes I lost a friend, Heaven 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 faile, and streight appeared in his sight Queene Dido's Ghost both grim and pale, Which made this valiant Souldier quaile.
AEneas quoth this grisly Ghost, my whole delight while I did live, Thou of all men I loved most, my fancy and my will did give: For entertainment I thee gave, Unthankfully thou digst my Grave. Wherefore prepare thy fleeting Soule to wander with me in the ayre, Where deadly griefe shall make it houle, because of me thou took'st no care: Delay no time, thy glasse is run, Thy date is past, and death is come. O stay a while thou lovely Spright, be not so hasty to convey My Soule into eternall night, where it shall ne'r behold bright day: O doe not frown, thy angry looke, Hath made my breath my life forsooke. But woe to me, it is in vaine, and bootlesse is my dismall cry, Time will not be recal'd againe, 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 will no pitty on me show, Because from thee I did depart, and left unpaid what I did owe: I must content my selfe to take What lot thou wilt with me partake. And like one being in a Trance, a multitude of ugly Fiends, About this wofull Prince did dance, no helpe he had of any friends: His body then they tooke away, And no man knew his dying day.
London, Printed for F. Coles, J. Wright, T. Vere, and W. Gilbertson.