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208 QUEEN DIDO, OR,
Then did their foes encrease soe fast, That to resist none could suffice : Wast lye those walls, that were soe good, s
And corne now growes where Troy towne stoode.
iEneas, wandering prince of Troy,
When he for land long time had sought, At length arriving with great joy,
To mighty Carthage walls was brought; 10
Where Dido queene, with sumptuous feast, Did entertaine that wandering guest.
And, as in hall at meate they sate,
The queene, desirous newes to heare, Says, " Of thy Troys unhappy fate, is
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, 20
Of his unhappy ten yeares ' fight,' Soe true a tale began to tell, With wordes soe sweete, and sighes soe deepe, That oft he made them all to weepe.
And then a thousand sighes he fet, w
And every sigh brought teares amaine; That where he sate the place was wett,
As though he had seene those warrs againe : Soe that the queene, with ruth therfore, Said, " Worthy prince, enough, no more." so
1, 21. war. MS. and pr. cop.