CERTAIN BOKES OF VIRGILES Aenaeis turned into English meter by the right honorable lorde Henry Earle of Surrey Apud Ricardum Tottel Cum priuilegio ad imprimendum solum .1557 The second boke of Virg Aenaeis The gates cast vp we issued out to play The Grekish camp desirous to behold The places void and the forsaken costes Here Pyrthus band there force Achilles pight Here rode their shipyes there did their battells ioyne Astonnied some the scathefull gift beheld Behight by vow vnto the chast Minerut All wondring at the hugenesse of the horse And fyrst of all Tiâ—ostes gan aduise Wythin the walles to leade and drawe thesame And place it eke amidde the palace court Whether of guile or Troyes fate it would Tapys wyth some of iudgement more discrete wild it to drown or vnderset with flame The suspect present of the Grekes deceit Or bore and gage the hollowe caues vncouth So diuerse ranne the giddy peoples minde Loe formeâ—t of a rout that followd him Rindled laocoon hasted from the towre Trieng far of Owreched citezens What so great kind of frensie freteth you Deme ye the Grekes our enemies to be gone Or any Grekish giftes can you suppose Deuoid of guile Is so Ulysses known Either the Grekes ar in this timber hid Or this an engin is to anoy our walies To view our toures and ouer whelme our towne Here lurkes some craft Good Troyans geue no trust Unto this horse for what so euer it be I dred the Grekes yea when they offer gystes And with that word with all his force a dart He launced then into that croked wombe Which tremling stock and shoke within the side Wherwith the caues gan hollowly resound And but for â—aites and forour blind forcast The Grekes deuise and guile had he discried Troy yet had stand and Priams toures so hie Therwyth behold wheras the Phrigian herdes Brought to the king with clamor all vnknown A yongman bound his handes behinde his back â–ª What willingly had yelden prisoner To frame his guile and open Troyes gates Unto the Grekes with courage fully bent And minde determed either of the rwaine To worke his feat or willing yeld to death Nere him to geâ—e the Troyan youth gan flock And slâ—aue whoe most might at the captiue scorne The Grekes deceit beholde and by one profe Imagine all the rest For in the preasse as he vnarmed stood Wyth troubled there and Phrigian routes besâ—â— Alas quod he what carth nowe or what seas May me receyue Catif what restes me nowe For whom in Grece doth no a bode remayne The Troians eke offended seke to wroke Their hainous wrath wyth shedyng of my bloud With this regrete our hartes from rancor moued The brute appeasâ—e we askte him of his birth What newes he brought what hope made hym to yeld Then he al dred remoued thus began O Kyng I shall what euer me betide Say but the truth ne first will me denie A Grecian borne sor though for time hath made Sinon a wretche she can not make him false If euer came vnto your cares the name Nobled by fame of the sage Palamede Whom traitrously the Grekes condemd to dye Giltlesse by wrongfull dome for that he dyd Dyssuade the warres whose death they nowe lament Unâ—erneth him my father bare of wealth Into his band yong and nere of his blood In my prime yeres vnto the war me sent While that by faâ—e his state in stay did stand And when his realm did florish by aduise Of glorie then we bare som fame and brute But sins his death by false Ulyssez sleight I speak of things to all men wel beknown A drery life in doleful plaint I led Repining at my gyltlesse frends mischaunce Ne could I fool refreâ— my tong from thretes That if my chaunce were euer to return 〈…〉 to Arge to folowe my reuenge â–ª With such sharp words procured I great hate Here sprang my harm Ulysses euer sithe With new â—ound crimes began me to affray In common cares false rumors gan he sowe Weapons of wreke his gylty minde gan sâ—ke Ne rested ay till he by Calchas meane But whereunto these thanklesse tales in vaine Do I reherse and lingre fourth the time In like estate if all the Grekes ye price It is enough ye here rid me at ones Ulysses Lord how he wold this reioise Yea and either Atride would bye it dere This kindled vs more egre to enquire And to demaund the cause without suspect Of so great mischef thereby to ensue Or of Grekes craft He then with forged words And quiuering liÌ„mes thus toke hys tale again The Grekes oft times eâ—tended their return From Troye town with long warrs all ytired For to dislodge which would god they had done But oft the winter â—orms of raging seas And oft the boâ—steous winds did them to stay And chiefly when of clinched ribbes of firre This hors was made the storms rored in the aire Then we in dont to Phebus temple sent Euripilus to wete the prophesye From whens he brought these woful news again With blood O Grekes and slaughter of a maid Ye pleasd the winds when first ye came to Troy With blood likewise ye must seke your return A Grekish soule must offred be therfore But when this sound had pearst the peoples eares With sodem fere astonied were their mindes The chilling cold did ouerrunne their bones To whom that fate was shapte whom Phebus wold â–ª Ulysses then amid the preasse bringes in Calchas with noyse and wild him to discusse The Gods intent Then some gan deme to me â–ª The cruell wrek of him that framde the craft Foreseing secretly what wold ensue In silence then yshrowding him from sight Bâ—t dayes twise â—iue he whisted and refused To death by speche to further any wight At last as forced by false Ulyssez crye Of purpose he brake fourth assigning me To the altar whereto they graunted all And that that erst eche one dred to himself Returned all vnto my wretched death And now at hand drew nere the woful day All things preparde wherwyth to offer me Salt corne fillets my temples for to bind I scapte the deth I graunt brake y e bands And lurked in a marrise all the nyght â–ª Among the ooze while they did set their sailes I fit so be that they in dede so dyd Now restes no hope my natiue land to see My children dere nor long desired sire On whom parchaunce they shall wreke my escape Those harmlesse wights shal for my fault be slayn Then by the gods to whom al truth is known By fayth vnfiled if any any where Wyth mortal folke remaines I thee beseche O King thereby rue on my trauailgreat Pitie a wretch that giltlesse suffreth wrong Life to these teres wyth pardon ekewe graunt And Priam first himself commaundes to loose His gyues his bands and frendly to him sayd Whoso thou art learn to forget the Grekes Hencefourth be oures and answere me with truth
And diuersly him drawes discoursing all After long doutes this sentence semed best Mnestheus first and strong Cloanthus eke He calles to him with Sergest vnto whom He gaue in charge his nauie secretly For to prepare and driue to the sea coast His people and their armour to addresse And for the cause of change to faine excuse And that he when good Dido leaâ—t foreknew Or did suspect so great a loue could break Wold wait his time to speke therof most meete The nearest way to hasten his entent Gladly his wil and biddings they obey Ful soone the Quene this crafty sleight gan smell Who can deceiue a louer in forecast And first foresaw the motions for to come Things most assured fearing vnto whom That wicked fame reported how to flight Was armde the fleet all redy to auale Then ill bested of counsell rageth she And whisketh through the town like Bachus nunne As Thias stirres the sacred rites begon And when the wonted third yeres sacrifice Doth prick her fourth hering Bachus name hallowed And that the festful night of Citheron Doth call her fourth with noyes of dauncing At length her self bordeth Aeneas thus Unfaithfull wight to couer such a fault Coldest thou hope vnwist to leue my land Nor thee our loue nor yet right hand betrothed Ne cruell death of Dido may withhold But that thou wilt in winter shippes prepare And tâ—â—e the seas in broile of whorling windes What if the land thou seekest were not straunge If not vnkno ven or auncient Troye yet stoode In rough seas yet should Troye towne be sought Shunnest thou me By these teares and right hand For nought els haue I wretched lefte my self By our spousals and mariage begonne If I of thee deserued euer well Or thing of mine were euer to thee leefe Rue on this realme whoes ruine is at hand If ought be left that prater may auaile I thee beseche to do away this minde The Libians and tirans of Nomadane For thee me hate my Tirians eke for thee Ar wroth by thee my shamefastnes eke stained And good renoume wherby vp to the starres Perelesse I clame To whom wilt thou me leaue Redy to dye my swete guest sithe this name Is all as now that of a spouse remaines But wherto now shold I prolong my death What vntil my brother Pigmalion Beate downe my walles or the Getulian king Hiarbas yet captiue lead me away Before thy flight a child had I ones borne Or sene a yong Aeneas in my court Play vp and down that might present thy face All vtterly I could not seeme forsaken Thus sayd the Quene he to the Gods aduise Unmoued held his eies and in his brest Represt his care and stroue against his wil. And these few wordes at last then forth he cast Neuer shall I denie Quene thy deserte Greater than thou in wordes may well expresse To think on thee ne irke me aye it shall Whiles of my slelfe I shall haue memory And whiles the spirit these Limmes of mine shal rule â–ª For present purpose somwhat shal I say Neuer ment I to clok the same by stelth Sclaunder me not ne to escape by flight Nor I to thee pretended mariage Ne hyther cam to ioine men such leage If desteny at mine own liberty To lead my life would haue haue permitted me After my wil my sorow to redoub Troy and the remainder of our folke Restore I shold and with these scaped handes The walles againe vnto thee vanquished And palace high of Priam eke repaire But now Apollo called Grineus And prophecies of Licia me aduise To sease vpon the realme of Italy That is my loue my country and my land If Cartage turrettes thee Phenician borne And of a Libian town the sight deteine To vs Troians why doest thou then enuy In Italy to make our risting seat â–ª Lefull is â—eke for vs straunge realmes to seeke As oft as night doth cloke with shadowes darâ—â— The earth as oft as flaming starres apere The troubled ghost of my father Anchises So oft in sleepe doth fray me and aduise The wronged hed by me of my deare sonne Whom I defraud of the Hisperian crown And landes a lotted him by desteny The messâ—nger eke of the Gods but late Sent down from Joue I sware by eyther hed Passing the ayre did this to me report In bright day light the God my selfe I saw Entre these walles and with these cares him heard Leuethen with plaint to vexe both the and me Against my will to Italy I go Whiles in this sort he did his tale pronounce With waâ—ward looke she gan him ay behold And roling eies that moued to and fro With silence looke discoursing ouer al And foorth in rage at last thus gan she brayde Faithlesse forsworn ne Goddesse was thy dam Nor Dardanus beginner of thy race But of hard rockes mount Caucase monstruous Bred thee and teates of Tyger gaue thee suck But what should I dissemble now my there Or me reserue to hope of greater things Mindes he our teares or euer moued his eyen Wept he for ruth or pitied he our loue What shall I set before or where begin Juno nor Joue with iust eyes this beholds Faith is no where in suretie to be found Did I not him thrown vp vpon my shore In neede receiue and fonded eke inuest Of halfe my realme his naâ—â—â— lost repair From deathes daunger his fellowes eke defend Ay me with rage and furies loe I driue Apollo now now Lycian prophesies Another while the messenger of Gods He sayes sent down from mighty Joue himself The dredfull charge amid the skies hath brought As though that were the trauil of the Gods Or such a care their quietnes might moue I hold thee not nor yet gainsay thy words To Italie passe on by helpe of windes And through the floods go searche thy kingdom new If ruthfull Gods haue any power I trust A mid the rocks thy guerdon thou shalt finde When thou shalt clepe full oft on Didos name With burial brandes I absent shall thee thase And when cold death from life these lims deuides My gost eche where shall still on thee awaite Thou shalt abye â–ª and I shall here thereof Among the soules below thy brute shall come With such like wordes she cut of half her tale With pensiue hart abandoning the light And from his sight her self gan farre remoue For saking him that many things in fere Imagened and did prepare to say Heri wouning lims her damsels gan releue And to her chamber bare of marble stone And layd her on her bed with tapets spred But iust Aeneas though he did desire With comfort swet her sorows to appease And with his words to banish all her care Wailing her much with great loue ouercome The Gods will yet he woorketh and resortes Unto his name where the Troyans fast Fell to their worke from the shore to vnstock High rigged ships now fleetes the talowed kele Their oares with leaues yet grene from
the same Chaunced vpon Our mother then the earth And Juno that hath charge of mariage First tokens gaue with burning gledes of flame And prâ—â—â—e to the wedlock lightning skies And the Nymphes yelled from the mountains top Ay me this was the first day of their mirth And of their harmes the first occasion eke Respect of fame no longer her witholdes Nor museth now to frame her loue by stelth Wedlock she cals it vnder the pretence Of which fayre name she cloketh now her faut Forthwith Fame flich through the great Libian towns A mischefe Fame there is none els so swift That mouing growes and flitting gathers force First small for dred sone after climes the skies Stayeth on earth and hides her hed in cloudes Whom our mother the earth tempted by wrath Of Gods begat the last sister they write To Caeus and to Enccladus eke Spedie of foote of wyng likewise as swift A monster huge and dredfull to descriue In euery plume that on her body sticks A thing in dede much maruelous to heare As many waker eyes lurk vnderneath So many mouthes to speake and listning eares By night she flies amid the cloudie skie Shriking by the dark shadow of the earth Ne doth decline to the swete sleepe her eyes By day she sits to mark on the house top Or turrets hye and the great towns asraies As mindefull of yll and lyes as blasing truth This monster blithe with many a tale gan sow This rumor then into the common eares As well things don as that was neuer wrought As that there comen is to Tyrians court Aeneas one outsprong of Troyan blood To whom fair Dido wold her self be wed And that the while the winter long they passe In foule delight forgetting charge of reigne Led against honour with vnhonest lust This in eche mouth the filthie Goddesse spreds And takes her course to king Hiarbas straight Kindling his minde with tales she feedes his wrath Gotten was he by Ammon Jupiter Upon the â—auisht Nimph of Garamant An hundred hugie great temples be built In his farre stretching realmes to Jupiter Altars as many kept with waking flame Awatche alwayes vpon the Gods to tend The floores embrude with yelded blood of beastes And threshold spred with garlands of strange hue He wood of minde kindled by bitter brute Tofore thaitars in presence of the Gods With reared hands gan humbly Joue entreate Almighty God whom the Moores nacion Fed at rich tables presenteth with wine Seest thou these things or feare we thee in vaine When thou lettest flye thy thonder from the cloudes Or do those flames with vaine noyse vs affray A woman that wandring in our coastes hath bought A plot for price where she a citie set To whom we gaue the strong for to manure And lawes to rule her town our wedlock lothed Hath chose Aeneas to commaund her realme That Paris now with his vnmanly sorâ—e With mitred hats with oynted bush and beard His rape enioyth whiles to thy temples we Our offrings bring and folow rumors vaine Whom praing in such sort and griping eke The altars fast the mighty father heard And writhed his loke toward the royal walls And louers eke forgetting their good name To Mercurie then gaue he thus in charge Hense son in hast and call to thee the windes Slide with thy plumes and tell the Troyan prince That now in Carthage loytreth rechlesse Of the towns graunted him by desteny Swift through the skies see thow these words conuey His faire mother behight him not to vs Such one to beme therefore twyse him saued From Grekish arms but such a one As mete might seme great Italie to rule Dreedfull in arms charged with seigniorie Shewing in profe his worthy Teucrian race And vnder lawes the whole world to subdue If glorie of such things nought him enflame Ne that he listes seke honour by som paine The towers yet of Rome being his sire Doth he enuie to yong Ascanius What mindeth he to frame or on what hope In enmies land doth he make hys abode Ne his ofspring in Italie regardes Ne yet the land of Lauin doth behold Bid him make sayle haue here the sum and end Our message thus report When Joue had sayd Then Mercurie gan bend him to obey His mightie fathers will and to his heeles His golden wings he knits which him transport With a light winde aboue the earth and seas And then with him his wande he toke whereby He calles from hell pale gostes and other some Thether also he sendeth comfortlesse Wherby he forceth sleepes and them berenes And mortall eies he closeth vp in deth By power wherof he driues the windes away And passeth eke amid the troubled cloudes Till in his flight he gan descrie the top And the stepe flankes of rocky Atlas hill That with his crowne susteines the welkin vp Whose head forgrowen with pine circled alway With misty cloudes beaten with wind and storme His shoulders spred with snow and from his chin The springes descend hisbeard frosen with yse Here Mercury with equal shining winges First touched and with body headling bette To the water thend tooke he his discent Like to the foule that endlong costes and strondes Swarming wiâ—h fysh flyes sweping by the sea Cutting betwixt the windes and Libian landes From his graundfather by the motl ers side Cillenes child so came and then alight Upon the houses with his winged feete To fore towers wher he Aeneas saw Fcundacions cast arering lodges new Girt with a sweard of Jasper starry bright A shining parel flameed with stately eie Of Tirian purple hong his shoulders down The gift and work of wealthy Didoes hand Stripped throughont with a thin thred of gold Thus he encounters him Oh careles wight Both of thy realme and of thine own affaires A wifebound man now dost thou reare the walles Of high Cartage to build a goodly town From the bright skies the ruler of the Gods Sent me to thee that with his beck commaundes Both heuen and earth in hast gaue me charge Through the light aire his message thee to say what framest thou or on what hope thy time In idlenes doth wast in Affrick land Of so great things if nought the fame thee stirr Ne list by trauaile honour to pursue Ascanus yet that waxeth fast behold And the hope of Juius seede thine heir To whom the realme of Italy belonges And soile of Rome When Mercury had said Amid his tale far of from mortall eies Into light aire he vanisht out of sight Aeneas with that vision striken down Well nere bestraught vpstart his heare for dread Amid his throtal his voice likewise gan stick For to depart by night he longeth now And the sweet land to leaue astoined sore With this adiuse and message of the Gods What may he do alas or by what words Dare he persuade the raging Quene in loue Or in what sort may he his tale beginne Now here now there his recklesse minde gan run