. The works of Christopher Marlowe : including his translations . loughing up his countries with t1 this land and that be never leagiLittora littoribus contraria, fluctibus unaImprecor: arma armis: pugnent ipsu, nepotes: SCENE II.] DIDO, QUEEN OF CARTHAGE. 195 Live, false ^Eneas ! truest Dido dies !Sic, sic juvat ire sub umbras. [She casts herself into the fire. Enter Anna. Anna. O help, Iarbas ! Dido, in theseflames,Hath burnt herself! ah me ! unhappy me ! Enter Iarbas, running. Iar. Cursed Iarbas ! die to expiateThe grief that tires upon thine inward soul:Dido, I come to thee.
. The works of Christopher Marlowe : including his translations . loughing up his countries with t1 this land and that be never leagiLittora littoribus contraria, fluctibus unaImprecor: arma armis: pugnent ipsu, nepotes: SCENE II.] DIDO, QUEEN OF CARTHAGE. 195 Live, false ^Eneas ! truest Dido dies !Sic, sic juvat ire sub umbras. [She casts herself into the fire. Enter Anna. Anna. O help, Iarbas ! Dido, in theseflames,Hath burnt herself! ah me ! unhappy me ! Enter Iarbas, running. Iar. Cursed Iarbas ! die to expiateThe grief that tires upon thine inward soul:Dido, I come to thee. Ah me, ^Eneas! [Kills himself. Anna. What can my tears or cries prevail me now ?Dido is dead, Iarbas slain; Iarbas, my dear love !O sweet Iarbas ! Annas sole delight;What fatal destiny envies me thus,To see my sweet Iarbas slay himself?But Anna now shall honour thee in death,And mix her blood with thine; this shall I do,That gods and men may pity this my death,And rue our ends, senseless of life or breath:Now, sweet Iarbas, stay ! I come to thee.[Kills o * Hero and Leander. gcMatJ0iu TO THE RIGHT-WORSHIPFUL SIR THOMAS WALSINGHAM, KXIGHT. Sir,—We think not ourselves discharged of the duty we owe to our friend when we-have brought the breathless body to the earth ; for, albeit the eye there taketh his ever-farewell of that beloved object, yet the impression of the man that hath been dear umous, living an after-life in our memory, there putteth us in mind of farther obsequies dueunto the deceased; and namely of the performance of whatsoever we may judge shallmake to his living credit and to the effecting of his determinations prevented by the strokeof death. By these meditations (as by intellectual will) I suppose myself executor to theunhappily deceased author of this poem; upon whom, knowing that in his lifetime youbestowed many kind favours, entertaining the parts of reckoning and wortli which youfound in him with good countenance and liberal affection, I cannot but
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