XXII. QUEEN DIDO. Such is the title given in the Editor's folio MS. to this excellent old ballad, which, in the common printed copies, is inscribed, ENEAS, WANDERING PRINCE OF TROY. It is here given from that MS. collated with two different printed copies, both in black-letter, in the Pepys collection. The reader will smile to observe with what natural and affecting simplicity, our ancient ballad-maker has engrafted a Gothic conclusion on the classic story of Virgil, from whom, however, it is probable he had it not. Nor can it be denied, but he has dealt out his poetical justice with a more impartial hand than that celebrated poet. W HEN Troy towne had, for ten yeeres 'past,' Then did their foes encrease soe fast, That to resist none could suffice: Wast lye those walls, that were soe good, And corne now growes where Troy towne stoode, Æneas, wandering prince of Troy, When he for land long time had sought, At length arriving with great joy, To mighty Carthage walls was brought; Where Dido queene, with sumptuous feast, Did entertaine that wandering guest. Ver. 1. 21. war. MS. and PP. 10 And, And, as in hall at meate they sate, The queene, desirous newes to heare, 'Says, of thy Troys unhappy fate' Declare to me thou Trojan deare: The heavy hap and chance soe bad, That thou, poore wandering prince, hast had. And then anon this comelye knight, With words demure, as he cold well, Of his unhappy ten yeares fight,' Soe true a tale began to tell, With words soe sweete, and sighes soe deepe, And then a thousand sighes he fet, And every sigh brought teares amaine; That where he sate the place was wett, As though he had seene those warrs againe : 15 20 25 Soe that the queene, with ruth therfore, And then the darksome night drew on, And twinkling starres the skye bespred When he his dolefull tale had done, And every one was layd in bedd: Where they full sweetly tooke their rest Save only Dido's boyling brest. 35 This silly woman never slept, But in her chamber, all alone, As Till twinkling starres the skye were fled, And Phoebus, with his glistering light, Through misty cloudes appeared red; Then tidings came to her anon, And then the queene with bloody knife 45 Did arme her hart as hard as stone, Yet, something loth to loose her life, 50 In woefull wise she made her mone; And, rowling on her carefull bed, With sighes and sobbs, these words shee sayd: And stay thy hand from bloudy stroke; Yet fancy bids thee not to fear, Which fetter'd thee in Cupids yoke. Come Come death, quoth shee, resolve my smart !— When death had pierced the tender hart Of Dido, Carthaginian queene; 65 Whose bloudy knife did end the smart, Which shee sustain'd in mournfull teene; 70 Æneas being shipt and gone, Whose flattery caused all her mone; Her funerall most costly made, Her body fine in mold was laid, Where itt consumed speedilye : Her sisters teares her tombe bestrewde; Her subjects griefe their kindnesse shewed. Then was Æneas in an ile 75 False-harted wretch, quoth shee, thou art; 85 Yett on her death-bed when shee lay, Shee prayd for thy prosperitye, Beseeching god, that every day Might breed thy great felicitye: Thus by thy meanes I lost a friend; When he these lines, full fraught with gall, His lofty courage then did fall; And straight appeared in his sight Queene Dido's ghost, both grim and pale : Which made this valliant souldier quaile. Eneas, quoth this ghastly ghost, My whole delight when I did live, Thee of all men I loved most; My fancy and my will did give; For entertainment I thee gave, Therfore prepare thy flitting soule To wander with me in the aire: Where deadlye griefe shall make it howle, 95 100 105 110 |