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    The Tragedy of Dido Queene of Carthage: "Accursed be he that first invented war."
    The Tragedy of Dido Queene of Carthage: "Accursed be he that first invented war."
    The Tragedy of Dido Queene of Carthage: "Accursed be he that first invented war."
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    The Tragedy of Dido Queene of Carthage: "Accursed be he that first invented war."

    By Christopher Marlowe and Thomas Nashe

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    Christopher Marlowe was born in Canterbury to shoemaker John Marlowe and his wife Catherine. His exact date of birth is not known, but he was baptised on 26 February 1564. And with this, Christopher Marlowe, one of the supreme English literary talents, made his entrance into the world. Little is really known of his life except that from an early age, even at University, he was perhaps working as a spy. His short life was filled with writing great works of exceptional quality. From the Jew of Malta to Doctor Faustus and Tamburlaine the Great Parts I & II his pen was the tool by which this great mind bequeathed great works to the world. Add to this so many other stories of what Marlowe was or might have been: a spy, a brawler, a heretic, a "magician", "duellist", "tobacco-user", "counterfeiter", “atheist”, and "rakehell". But certainly add to this; playwright and poet. An original. Christopher Marlowe was buried in an unmarked grave in the churchyard of St. Nicholas, Deptford on June 1st, 1593. Had his life not been so curtailed it seems that the Elizabethan Age may well have had two giants of equal standing: Shakespeare and Marlowe.

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    Release dateDec 14, 2015
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    The Tragedy of Dido Queene of Carthage: "Accursed be he that first invented war."
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    Christopher Marlowe

    Christopher Marlowe (1564-1593) was a 16th century playwright, poet, and translator. Considered to be the most famous playwright in the Elizabethan era, Marlowe is believed to have inspired major artists such as Shakespeare. Marlowe was known for his dramatic works that often depicted extreme displays of violence, catering to his audience’s desires. Surrounded by mystery and speculation, Marlowe’s own life was as dramatic and exciting as his plays. Historians are still puzzled by the man, conflicted by rumors that he was a spy, questions about his sexuality, and suspicions regarding his death.

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      The Tragedy of Dido Queene of Carthage - Christopher Marlowe

      The Tragedy of Dido, Queene of Carthage

      by Christopher Marlowe and Thomas Nashe

      Christopher Marlowe was born in Canterbury to shoemaker John Marlowe and his wife Catherine. His exact date of birth is not known, but he was baptised on 26 February 1564.

      And with this, Christopher Marlowe, one of the supreme English literary talents, made his entrance into the world. 

      Little is really known of his life except that from an early age, even at University, he was perhaps working as a spy.  His short life was filled with writing great works of exceptional quality. From the Jew of Malta to Doctor Faustus and Tamburlaine the Great Parts I & II his pen was the tool by which this great mind bequeathed great works to the world.

      Add to this so many other stories of what Marlowe was or might have been: a spy, a brawler, a heretic, a magician, duellist, tobacco-user, counterfeiter, atheist, and rakehell.

      But certainly add to this; playwright and poet. An original.

      Christopher Marlowe was buried in an unmarked grave in the churchyard of St. Nicholas, Deptford on June 1st, 1593.

      Had his life not been so curtailed it seems that the Elizabethan Age may well have had two giants of equal standing: Shakespeare and Marlowe.

      Index of Contents

      ACTORS

      SCENE - AT LONDON

      THE TRAGEDIE OF DIDO QUEENE OF CARTHAGE

      ACTUS I

      ACTUS II

      ACTUS III

      ACTUS IV

      ACTUS V

      CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE – A SHORT BIOGRAPHY

      CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE – A CONCISE BIBLIOGRAPHY

      Played by the Children of her Maiesties Chappell.

      ACTORS

      JUPITER

      ASCANIUS

      GANIMED

      DIDO 

      VENUS

      ANNA 

      CUPID

      ACHATES

      IUNO 

      ILLIONEUS

      MERCURY

      IARBAS

      HERMES

      CLOANTHES

      ÆNEAS

      SERGESTUS

      SCENE - AT LONDON

      THE TRAGEDIE OF DIDO QUEENE OF CARTHAGE

      ACTUS I

      Here the Curtaines draw, there is discovered JUPITER, dandling GANIMED upon his knee, and MERCURY lying asleepe.

      JUPITER - Come gentle Ganimed and play with me,

      I loue thee well, say Iuno what she will.

      GANIMED - I am much better for your worthles loue,

      That will not shield me from her shrewith blowes:

      To day when as I fild into your cups,

      And held the cloath of pleasance whiles you dranke,

      She reacht me such a rap for that I spilde,

      As made the bloud run downe about mine eares.

      JUPITER - What? dares she strike the darling of my thoughts?

      By Saturnes soule, and this earth threatning aire,

      That shaken thrise, makes Natures buildings quake,

      I vow, if she but once frowne on thee more,

      To hang her meteor like twixt heauen and earth,

      And bind her hand and foote with golden cordes,

      As once I did for harming Hercules.

      GANIMED - Might I but see that pretie sport a foote,

      O how would I with Helens brother laugh,

      And bring the Gods to wonder at the game:

      Sweet Jupiter, if ere I pleasde thine eye,

      Or seemed faire walde in with Egles wings,

      Grace my immortall beautie with this boone,

      And I will spend my time in thy bright armes.

      JUPITER - What ist sweet wagge I should deny thy youth?

      Whose face reflects such pleasure to mine eyes,

      As I exhal'd with thy fire darting beames,

      Haue oft driuen backe the horses of the night.

      When as they would haue hal'd thee from my sight:

      Sit on my knee, and call for thy content,

      Controule proud Fate, and cut the thred of time,

      Why are not all the Gods at thy commaund,

      And heauen and earth the bounds of thy delight?

      Vulcan shall daunce to make thee laughing sport,

      And my nine Daughters sing when thou art sad,

      From Iunos bird Ile pluck her spotted pride,

      To make thee fannes wherewith to coole thy face,

      And Venus Swannes shall shed their siluer downe,

      To sweeten out the slumbers of thy bed:

      Hermes no more shall shew the world his wings,

      If that thy fancie in his feathers dwell,

      But as this one Ile teare them all from him,

      Doe thou but say their colour pleaseth me:

      Hold here my little loue these linked gems,

      My Iuno ware vpon her marriage day,

      Put thou about thy necke my owne sweet heart,

      And tricke thy armes and shoulders with my theft.

      GANIMED - I would haue a iewell for mine eare,

      And a fine brouch to put in my hat,

      And then Ile hugge with you an hundred times.

      JUPITER - And shall haue Ganimed, if thou wilt be my loue.

      Enter VENUS.

      VENUS - I this is it, you can sit toying there,

      And playing with that female wanton boy,

      Whiles my Æneas wanders on the Seas,

      And rests a pray to euery billowes pride.

      Iuno, false Iuno in her Chariots pompe,

      Drawne through the heauens by Steedes of Boreas brood,

      Made Hebe to direct her ayrie wheeles

      Into the windie countrie of the clowdes,

      Where finding Æolus intrencht with stormes,

      And guarded with a thousand grislie ghosts,

      She humbly did beseech him for our bane,

      And charg'd him drowne my sonne with all his traine.

      Then gan the windes

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