I past I pry'd into the cities backwayes fast And back return'd the way I came by night And into every crook I cast my sight Horrour my heart silence my sense amaz'd Thence to review my house my thoughts me rais'd If haply there I gladly might her see But it I found by Greeks destroy'd to be And whole possest For why devouring fire Blown by fierce windes did to its top aspire Yea overtopt it flames flying into th' aire Hence then to Priams palace I repaire The towre I did review which all decaid With emptie rooms and by fierce Iunos aid I found Vlysses vile and Phoenix fell Guardians thereof keeping their prey too well Hither being brought our Trojans treasures kept Our temples burnt from flames which all quite swept The tables of our Gods great cups of gold Our captiv'd royall robes this tower did hold These all these thither brought and their young boyes And frightfull matrons making wofull noise In heaps enhedg'd it And though ' midst my foes I with my voice adventured to disclose My heavie losse and through the nightly shade I fill'd the wayes with woes and swiftly said Nay cride Creüsa O Creüsa deare Once twice and thrice in vain for she 'd not heare Thus as I ceaselesse easelesse pri'd about In every nook furious to finde her out Me thought the wofull gastly ghost I saw Of my Creüsa neare mine eyes to draw In bigger shape then wont I stood agast My haire did stare my tongue to 's roof stuck fast And straight she seem'd to say my plaints to end What good is got such fruitlesse pains to spend Deare Pheere these things fall out by fates decree Nor may thy mate Creüsa go with thee For so great Iove gainsayes and sayes beside That thou by sea long banishment must ' bide And plowing Neptunes waves to Latium glide And there arive where Lydian Tybers torrent Through fertile soiles doth passe with facile current There joyes attend thee there 's a crown a queen Thy wife to be then cease this sorrow seen For me thy lost Creüsa thus affected For I the Grecian dames all disrespected Will neither serve nor see in their proud places But I now go t' enjoy the joyfull graces Of Dardan Ladies sacred Venus neece Here now the mother of Gods plants me in peace O then farewell my love t' our sonne supply This having said she weeping wofully And willing to have said much more departed And into th' open aire quick from me darted Thrice in my arms her neck to clasp I tride And thrice her form from my hands hold did slide Like a swift winde or slippery dream by night Night thus being spent I went to take a sight Of all my mates where such a confluence Of followers I found since I went thence As made me much admire their multitude Of men and women youths and vulgars rude From miserable exile there collected With goods and good wills freely all affected To follow me wheres'ere by sea or land And now the tops of Ida's woody strand Bright Lucifer with sweet Aurora's face Began with dayes faire rayes to guild and grace The Greeks our blockt up gates and houses held And we from hope of help being quite expell'd I therefore on my back my father ta'ne Departed thence the mountains thus to gain An end of the second book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the third book Troyes kingdome thus quite ruinated And they for flight accommodated Aeneas first ariv'd in Thrace And built a citie in that place The death of Polydore him frighted The kings great harbrous love recited And Phoebus oracles declar'd To sail to Creet he 's now prepar'd Where he again new fortunes found And shipwrack did him sore surround Whence fled the Harpyes frights he shows Helenus left his fates he knows He Achemenides befriends His father dies his tale so ends AFter the Gods had ruin'd Asia's state And Priams throne unworthie so great hate Neptunian Troy like blazing brands of fire We were constrain'd by signes of fatall ire Exil'd to wander through strange woods and wayes And on Antander and Ides banks we raise And build our navie being all unsure Where fates would force us where to sit secure Our men we muster Summer scarce comen on My father bad us hoise up sail be gon I then my native countreys losse bewail And planes where Troy late stood I banisht sail With me my sonne my mates Gods small and great Farre off thâ—re lies a spacious Martiall seat Thracians it plant and plow Lycurgus wise Once did it rule Troyes ancient firm allies Their Gods as ours whiles fortune made us rise Here I ariv'd here first I built a town In a crosse crook entering by fatall frown And from my name I did it Aeneads name And to my mother Venus I the same Did dedicate and offer sacrifice To my kinde Gods that blest mine enteâ—prize And Iupiter great king of Gods t' adore A fat bull I did offer on the shore By chance hard by a woody hill I spide Upon whose top white horny rods did bide And tall thick shady mirtle boughs did grow Thither to pluck off some of them I go Our altars with green branches to bedeck But as I pluckt a fearefull chance did check My first attempt for the first branch I tore There issued thence thick drops of muddy gore Which stain'd the ground with bloud This did me fright And chilling feare shook me in piteous plight Again another tender sprig I pluck Longing to know the cause and lurking luck Straight from the bark more bloudy drops did sprout Whereat much mov'd the wood Nymphs in great doubt I did adore and Mars great Thracia's king To th'omen good to th' sight delight to bring Then when a third branch I more strongly tore And with both knees to th' ground me strugling bore Speak may I or be still A grievous groan From bottome of the pit to heaven up thrown Seem'd thus to crie Aeneas why dost teare Distressed me my buried body spare O spare thy holy hands thus to bestain For Troy did me thy kinsman know most plain See how out from this stump doth gush my gore O flee this barbarous land this sharking shore For I am Polydore who here being slain My corps a bush of sharp shafts doth remain My heart was straight with dubious thoughts dejected Speechlesse amaz'd my hair 's upright erected Unhappy Priam once this Polydore With store of gold did secretly send o're Unto the king of Thrace for education Who when he saw Troyes troops in desperation The citie round besieg'd our valour vail Our weal grow weak our fortune us to fail Following great Agamemnons conquering arms He fled from us burst out into base harms Poore Polydore he slew usurpt the gold O cursed thirst of gain what uncontrould Wilt thou not force mans minde to undergo But now feare past this fatall signe I show To my choice Peeres but to my father first Pray'd them to say
He could not cure that wound nor to that grief His soporiferous charms could yeeld relief Nor herbs that grow on Marsian mountains high For thee Angitias woods weep wofully For thee cleare flouds and lakes do mourn and crie Hippolytus brave sonne young Virbius came Unto these warres a man of Martiall fame Whom full of glorie nurs'd in savage woods Of faire Aegeria neare Hymettia's flouds Where great Diana's full fraught altars are With pleasing and appeasing offrings faire Aritia his most aâ—gust mother sent For thus 't is said after with ill intent Hippolytus by 's step-dame slaunderous train Being by his father most unjustly slain By horses drawn in pieces through the care Of great Diana and the cunning rare Of Aesculapius was reviv'd again But mightie Iove hereat took high disdain That any mortall man such power should have To raise a man to life from 's fatall grave With thunder-smart he smote the authors rare Of such great art Whereat Diana faire Hippolytus preserv'd him closely gave To faire Aegeria him i' th' woods to save Where he unknown i' th' groves of Italie Spent his remaining dayes in privacie Him now therefore they fiâ—ly Virbius name As who should say he twice a man became Hence therefore horn-hooft horses are deny'de About Diana's sacred groves to ' bide For from those shores sea-monsters do affright Both horse and riders putting them to flight But yet his sonne that us'd great horse to ride In 's chariot came to th' warres with Martiall pride But chiefly Turnus self amongst the best Of stately stature him to th' warres addrest Arm'd Capape by 's head then all more tall Upon whose hairie helm did seem to crawl A fierce Chimaera breathing flames of fire The more it rag'd and flashes did expire The more the field was fill'd with bloudy mire Upon his shield in gold was pourtrayed Iö into an ox transfigured O'regrown with haire but no horns on her pate The storie would be tedious to relate Of her and Argus with his hundred eyes Her keeper who did o're her tyrannize And now her father Inachus pour'd out A floud from 's golden pitcher all about A cloud of clustring footmen followed fast Whose armed armies clouds of dust up cast With them brave Grecian youth Aruncus bands Rutulus powers ancient Sicanus hands Sacrana's troops Labicians all proof shields Tybers banks dwellers came into the fields And they which dwell by Numacks sacred shores And on Cirâ—aean hill and all the Bores Which plough Rutulian tops and Anxur's train Where mightie Iove doth ever Patron reigne Woody Feronia where Satyra lyes With blackish streams where Vfens swiftly hies And hides it self in sea And with these came Camilla queen of Volscia of rare fame Leading strong troops of horse and footmen brave Glistring in arms her self she did behave Most like a warlike woman stout and stern Nor did she of Minerva list to learn To handle flax and distaffe but was strong Warres to endure and in swift races long T'outstrip the rapid windes and nimbly she On tops of untoucht standing corn could flee And ne're presse down the tender eares i' th' race Or o're the swelling waves could run a pace In midst o' th' sea yet scarcely should her heel Or sole o' th' foot seas superficies feel All men and maids ran forth of doores to see And with amazement to behold how she In most majestick and most Martiall guise Riding about her troops most bravely ties Her royall purple robes on shoulders light And with gold buttons did her haire unite And at her back a Lycian quiver wore And in her hand a strong steel speare she bore An end of the seventh book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the eighth book King Turnus from Laurentums tower Sounds warres alarm sends for more power To Diomede by Venulus Who shews the cause most hazardous Aeneas by advise divine With King Euander doth combine Who lends him aid and sends his sonne By angrie fates in fight undone And now Aeneas fitted faire For warre and with a harnesse rare Procured by his mother deare His fates and fortunes do him cheere His arms do much delight his heart Chiefly his shields admired art AS soon as Turnus from Laurentums fort Flags of defiance hung forth made report Of open warre with trumpets trembling sound As soon as horse and foot fierce arms had found Their hearts forthwith are flam'd all Latium strong In hot spurr'd hasty troops together throng Th' unbridled youths with hairebrain'd rage are led Captain Messapus Vfens first makes head Mezentius great God-scorner next makes haste Collects his powers layes all the countrey waste Venulus to great Diomede was sent To ask his aid to shew their discontent Namely that Troy built nests in Italie Aeneas and his conquered deitie With all his fleet was on their borders brought And must forsooth Italia's king be thought And that by fates decree To which effect Great power to th' Trojans do themselves connect That his great fame o're-spread all Latiums land And what strange structure may he take in hand If fates befriend him what event may he Expect from this great warre 't is plain to see That he through Turnus and Latinus lands At Diomedes crown spreads forth his hands And these were now Italia's faire affaires Which Troyes brave prince o'rewhelm'd with flouds of cares Soundly survayes his thoughts here there revolving Distractively thinks this that nought resolving Like as the quivering shadow of the sunne In a brasse pan of water quick doth run By sunnes or moons most radiant rayes inspection And flutters all about with quick reflection Now high i' th' aire it nimbly leaps and skips And suddenly to tops of houses whips And now 't was night when toile-repelling rest O're all the earth men birds and beasts possest When grave Aeneas in the open aire Lay on a bank perplext with his warfare Whom thus repos'd and laid in slumber sweet Faire Tybers God himself doth kindely greet And from the poplar leaves the aged sire Seem'd to ascend cloath'd in gray grave attire Of a sail-vail his head array'd with reeds Thus courteously to comfort him proceeds Great offspring of the Gods by whom old Troy And everlasting Pergame we enjoy From foes preserv'd O thou long lookt for peere To all Laurentums land and Latines deare Here 's thy sure seat here thou thy Gods shalt place Depart not hence nor feare foes threatning face Heavens former furie now is laid aside And now think not vain dreams do thee deride Thou shalt the mightie white sow great espie With thirrie pigs under the oak-roots lie Upon the ground sucking the sowes teats white And there 's thy cities seat thy toiles delight And hence 't is sure that thy Ascanius shall Within these thirtie yeares build Alba's wall And from that noble name that countrey call I speak but what I know now by what course What yet remains thou victour mayst enforce Observe it and I will it briefly show Th'
chides them thus These monstrous signes are surely ominous Unto the Trojans Iove himself you see Takes from them thus all hope and help to flee Rutulians need not sword or fire t' infest From sea-fight sea-flight Trojans are distrest Thus part of their protections from them ta'ne All the land-power doth in our hands remain For many thousands arm'd in Italie We have Troyes scarre-crows can't us terrifie If Trojans of the great Gods answers boast The fates and Venus have them given the most They can deâ—ire Latiums faire land to see On th' other side are not my fates to me That cursed stock with sword to ruinate Which would a wife perforce praeoccupate Nor Agamemnons kinne this sole concerns Nor Greeks alone this grief due caution learns To arm themselves Enough one wrack had been If they enough had held it once to sinne Should not all women to them hatefull be What trust in triviall trenches can they see Delayes by ditches thus to pride their minde Which they small distances from death shall finde Have they not seen Troyes walls by Neptune wrought Maugre their might to ashes to be brought But oh brave sparks who of you will with me Break through their trenches and most fiercely flee Upon their quaking camps I have no need Of Vulcans arms or thousand ships ofspeed Against these trembling Trojans Let them get All their Etrurian mates with them t' abet I 'le seek no shades no shelters of dark night No theevish horses paunch by Pallas slight Let them not feare their watch-towers to be slain For we by day most stoutly will maintain The battell brave and girt their walls with fire I 'le make them know that now with Grecian ire Or Greekish spirits they do not contest VVhom their great Hector ten yeares did molest But now since more then half the day is past VVhat yet remains but that with sweet repast Every one fit himself to play the man Bravely to end what he so well began Meanwhile the care of keeping watch and ward By Sentinels with vigilant regard About the gates is to Messapus granted VVho â—bout the walls with sword and fire is planted Fourteen Rutulian captains were chose out Each guarded with his hundred souldiers stout In glistring azure arms adorn'd with gold And these their quarters 'bout the trench must hold They spread themselves change turns laid on the ground And wine in bowls they all carouse profound Making huge fires in mirth and much delight Breaking their sleep and wasting thus the night These things the Trojans from their trenches spie And armed all do keep themselves on high Yet with great care and feare the gates they guard VVith bridges and strong barricadoes bar'd Still arm'd brave Mnestheus and Serestus stout VVhom in all straits and cases of great doubt Aeneas o're his youth chief guidance gave And made commanders bravely them behave Each band abode in watch upon the wall And took his turn as dangers did them call Couragious Nisus strongly kept one gate VVhom Ida's huntresse sent Aeneas mate By Hyrtacus his father bravely bred At bow and arrows well experienced Next him Euryalus his faithfull friend VVhose beauteous countenance did him commend Past all the Trojans but no arms did beare For yet smooth unshaven doun his chin did weare Each lov'd alike and each for other fought Each kept the gate by course with courage stout Thus then sayes Nisus to Euryalus Deare brother have the Gods enflamed thus Our hearts with love or is mans genius high A God unto himself Long time have I Been mov'd in minde some fight or fact most great To enterprise nor can I quench this heat Thou seest those proud Rutulians hopes most high Their various fires how they even buried lie In wine and sleep how all all-o're is still Now mark I pray what doubts my heart do fill And whereon now I muse and meditate Does not our armie now expostâ—late Both peeres and people with a joynt consent To call Aeneas home incontinent Send men and messages of our estate Him to enform If they 'le remunerate Thee for the fact which now I 'le undertake For to my self fame shall requitall make Me thinks I could break through our enemies And by that bank a passage enterprise To Pallanteum Faire Euryalus Hereat astonisht yet most valourous With love of laâ—d enflam'd sayes with brave minde To his endeered friend My Nisus kinde Wouldst thou thy mate in great facts leave behinde Should I in such great straits leave thee alone No sure my father as it is well known Opheltes well in warres experienced Hath me not therein so absurdly bred In all our Grecian terrours Trojan toiles Nor hath mine honour yet receiv'd such foiles Following Aeneas brave in 's utmost ill I want not courage no I want not will To scorn this light yea life it self for thee To welcome death that thou mayst honour'd be Surely sayes Nisus never did I feare Such things in thee oh no it impious were So to suspect O may great Iove above So link me firmly to thy faithfull love Or any equall-sighted deity Observing herein my sinceritie But if there should as such things oft fall out If there should happen any adverse doubt Or fatall danger oh mayst thou survive Rather then I worthier to rest alive May one remain to snatch me from the fight Or to redeem me to a funerall rite Or if this favour fortune me denie Yet to me dead to frame an elegie My herse with some death-dues to dignifie Oh never may I to thy mother bring Cause of such woe her wretched hands to wring Thy mother deare of many matrons best Who durst for thee faire youth refuse sweet rest Neglect the welcome of Troyes kinde Acest Euryalus reply'd Thou ply'st in vain These vain excuses constant I remain Let 's then sayes he make haste and therewithall They stirre about and the next watchmen call Who straight gave way chang'd turns and left their station And thus with Nisus he makes properation To call their king Now all the rest took rest Their day-toiles thus with sweet sleep were redrest Now Troyes prime peeres and youths of best respect In councel sate state-businesse to direct Consulting what to do who news should beare Unto Aeneas Leaning on their speare They carefully do stand in hand their shields Just in the midst both of their camp and fields Then Nisus and Euryalus most brave Hast'ned unto them and admittance crave Saying they had a businesse great t' impart Delay whereof might turn unto thâ—ir smart Ascanius first them carefull did receive And unto Nisus to begin gave leave Thus then he spake Attend brave Trojan peeres With moderate mindes and judge not by our yeares The motion we now make Our Rutule foes O'recome with wine and sleep do them repose All snorting on the ground and we have spi'de A place where we an ambush safe may hide Open to th' gate which to the two-paths guides The gate I say neare which
billowing seas And wander where thou wilt if so thou please But let me save his sonne from warres dire woes I have faire cities fit for safe repose Paphos and Amathus and Cythera Idalia faire thither repaire he may There leaving arms lead an ignoble life Then may'st thou Carthage cause with Martiall strife To vex all Italie nought can oppose If this may be their Carthaginian foes To what end hath he scapt warres mischiefs past Why hath he fled through Grecian flames at last Why hath he shun'd so many dangers great Which lands and swallowing seas did to him threat Whiles he and his poore Trojans Latium sought And Pergams walls t' have re-erected thought Had it not better been t' have stay'd in Troy And seen their countreys burning last annoy Sweet fire let me thee for my Trojans pray That they to Xanthus streams and Simois may Return again revert I thee Intreat To Trojans poore their toils and travells great Hereat queen Iuno grew most passionate And unto Venus thus she burst out straight Why from deep silence do you me constrain And force me my hid griefs rip up again Did any either God or man compell Your sonne Aeneas unto battells fell Or for to make king Latine thus his foe The fates you say to Latium forc'd you go VVell be it so yet I say otherwise Cassandra forc'd him with mad fooleries And yet did we him from his tents entice Endanger'd he his life through our advise By windes at sea did we his sonne incite Fierce warre to wage or on town-walls to fight To make a league with adverse Tuscanes stout Or peacefull nations thus with warres burst out VVhat God enforc'd this fraud what did our might VVhere now was Iuno Iris cloudie flight You say 't is pitie Italie should fire Your Trojan town which did new life acquire That Turnus should his native land maintain Where 's granfather Pilumnus once did reigne And where his mother faire Venilia The Goddesse dwelt And why is 't not I pray As great a pity that with bloudy broile Your Trojans should infest our Latines soile To plow in others fields to catch the prey From mothers bosomes thus to steal a way Betrothed virgins wives by force t' obtain Pray peace by legates yet warres prae-ordain You could Aeneas from Greeks arms protect Put for a man a cloud slight aire inject And to so many nymphs transform your fleet Yet must it be supposed most unmeet For ours also your way their weal to meet Your sonne Aeneas absent knowes not ought Still may he absent be and still know nought You have a Paphos and Cythera faire Why do you not then our fierce people spare Whose hearts and homes are big with bloudy broiles And once spurr'd up will hardly cease from spoiles Was 't we that first o'return'd Troyes triviall treasure Was 't we or he that for his lustfull pleasure Brought Greeks to your poore Trojans what 's the cause That Europe Asia with warres greedy jaws Devoure each other marriage-rites being broke By filtching filthie lust did I provoke Th' adulterer of Troy the Spartane dame To force with him did I incense the flame Of warre with violence and venerie Then had it fitter been thus fearefullie Their cases to condole now 't is too late To use such coyn'd complaints t' ejaculate Such unjust janglings Iuno thus reply'd Whose words the sacred synod did divide In various votes much like the bustling winde First puffing in a wood by boughs confin'd Makes a close rumbling murmure whence unknown Whereby fierce following storms are sea-men shown Iupiter then who had prime power to speak From further silence now began to break Who speaking all the court of Gods was still Earth trembled aire did cease all echoing shrill Fierce VVestern-windes rough ocean-waves were laid Mark well therefore sayes he what now is said Since Trojans and Italians may not be VVith links of love in one made to agree Nor any hope we have to end your jarres What-ever hope or hap ye have in warres Enjoy the same on both sides but to me Trojans Rutulians both alike shall be So 't shall be seen whether by destinie The Trojans get firm ground in Italie Or whether by an impious errour led And sinister conceipts they ventured I 'le neither Trojans nor Rutulians cleare For either side shall his own travells beare And follow his own fortunes shame or fame Great Iove their king will be to both the same The fates will finde a way This here I vow By my beloved brothers Stygian slow By all those pichy flouds and banks most black VVhereat he beckt and with a thunder-crack Olympus totall frame extreamly trembled Here ceast the parle of all the Gods assembled Then mightie Iove rose from his golden throne By all the Gods to 's station tended on Meanwhile the Rutules 'bout the gates were spread Much men were slain the walls were oft fired VVithin theirtrenches Trojan bands were bound And hard besieg'd no hope of flight was found And poorely on their forts in vain they stand And fence their walls with a thin thrivelesse band Asius Imbrasius sonne Thymaetes stout Hictaons sonne two Trojans stood about Two of king Tros his sonnes and Caster old The forefront kept with the two brothers bold Of great Sarpedon and Ethimon brave From Lycia land these them attendance gave Then Phrygian Acmon sonne of Clytius great Brother to Mnestheus for his Martiall heat Equall to either with huge might and art Took up a mightie stone a mounts best part These strive with stones those to defend with shafts VVith wilde-fire balls and bow-mens sinowy drafts Himself i' th' midst faire Venus darling deare Ascanius young bare-headed did appeare Much like a precious pearle fast fixt in gold Gracing ones head or neck rare to behold Or as white ivorie in black ebonie Inlaid by art glisters resplendentlie His milk-white neck with dangling locks o're-spread Yet wreathed up in folds with golden thred The noble nations Ismarus thee saw VVith poysoned shafts mens hearts-bloud out to draw Thou peerelesse prince sprung from faire Lydia's land Where Pactolus yeelds gold a fruitfull strand Mnestheus was also there whose grace was great Who from their forts did Turnus lately beat And Capys from Capua's town took name They by fierce blows contending thus for fame Aeneas crost the foamy seas by night For when he parted from Euanders sight And to Etruria came he met the king And to the king related every thing His name and nation whence and why he came What strength Mezentius did unto him frame King Turnus turbulence mans fickle state To shun delayes he then doth supplicate Tarchon conjoynes his powers firm league doth make Then they a forrain captain to them take Freed from all fault therein by destinie And so a ship-board went immediately Aeneas ships the vantguard led along The foredecks deckt with Phrygian lions strong Whose poop with Ida's painted mount was graced A gratefull guarding signe to Trojans chased There
both their heads off quite And hung them on his chariot in full sight The chariot sprinkled with thick drops of bloud Then slew he Talo and Tanais good And stout Cethegus all three met at once And brave Onytes venting gasping groans A Thebane peere sprung from Peridia His mother deare Here doth he also slay Two brothers sent from Lacia and the plains Of great Apollo and here dead remains Arcadian young Menoetes who in vain To go to warre did feare and much refrain Whose speciall skill and will was fish to catch By Lerna's fishie banks in house of thatch He poorely liv'd his coyn could never swarm His father also hired a plow-farm And as huge burnings made in diverse wayes Amongst drie trees and squib-like crackling bayes Or like fierce frothie streams which down do shrill With rapid roaring-race from some high hill And scud to sea and finde or force their way With no lesse force both these their parts do play Aeneas brave and Turnus with great might Most furiously do rush about and fight And now just now their imbred rage enflames them Least thought of being foil'd with envie shames them Therefore with utmost force they fight and fell Murrhanus here Aeneas sends to hell Proud of his parentage and grandsires great And regall race of Latine kings compleat He dasht him headlong down with rockie stone By which fierce stonie storm he 's overthrown And with his coach-wheels crusht and trampled hard By 's horse who nought their master do regard Turnus assails stout Hilus rushing fast With courage bold at 's gilt-arm'd temples cast A digging dart which furiously straight ran Clean through his helm and stuck in his brain-pan Nor could thine arm Creteus Greeks brave knight From Turnus thee protect in furious fight Nor could thy Gods Cupentus ease thy case When 'gainst thee great Aeneas came in place When at his breast his steelie speare he sent Which spight of 's brazen shield through's bodie went And thee great Aeolus Laurentines spide Slain in the field on 's back the ground to hide There thou lay'st slain whom Grecians could not slay Nor great Achilles Priams crowns decay This was thy fate-given date neare Ida born Of grâ—at Lyrnessus line now laid forlorn In Laâ—rents field a sepulchre to finde And â—ow the totall troops together winde All Lâ—tines bands and all Troyes valiant rout Renowned Mnestheus and Serestus stout Messapus rare horse-rider and his mate Asylas strong 'gainst whom do properate All Tuscane troops and brave Arcadian wings And every one his best assistance brings No rest they take no stay they make from fight And here Aeneas mother Venus bright Promps her sonnes thoughts that to the citie-wall He should make haste and all his forces call And vex the Latines with a sudden fight Who whiles for Turnus he doth cast his sight On every troop still prying here and there Seeks up and down but could him finde no where He spies the citie sitting still at rest Untouch'd unstirr'd no warre did it molest Straight hotter brands of broiles in 's breast flame out Mnestheus Sergestus and Serestus stout His captains brave he to him quick doth call And takes a hill to which the Trojans all And valiant troops thickly and quickly they Assemble close cast not their shields away Nor nimble speares then mounted on a hill Standing i' th' midst he thus declares his will Let no delay faire mates clog my designes Ioves friendly face I see now on us shines Though I be sudden yet let none be slow Th' emperiall citie cause of all this woe King Latines throne this day I 'le ruinate And houses tops to th' ground aequiparate Unlesse they take our yoke and to us yeeld Shall I forsooth stand waiting in the field Till Turnus please to meet me and again Attend him when he vanquisht doth remain Here is the head brave sirs the seat and seed Which all these toiles and bloudy broiles did breed Quickly bring brands with flames your peace demand This said they readily do his command And make a warre-like wedge and wondrous quick They to the citie flock in clusters thick The scaling ladders suddenly they raisâ— And sudden fires to mightie flames do blaze Some get to th' gate and kill the first they meet Some dart their shafts which flie so thick and fleet As dims the aire Aeneas first of all Holds up his hand standing hard by the wall And with loud voice Latinus he doth blame And calls the Gods to testifie the same That he unwillingly was forc'd to fight And that th' Italians twice us'd hostile might And twice had cov'nant broke Then 'mongst their foe And fearfull citizens great discord rose Some bad them ope the gates let Trojans in And some the king himself to th' walls do win Some bring their arms their citie to defend Much like a swarm of bees in dark rock pend And by a shepherd found who joyfully Fills it with choaking smoak all inwardly The bees afraid flie 'bout their waxen â—ell And with huge humming wax most fierce and fell Black fumie stench flies out from forth the hive The stones within make crackling noise and drive Smoak into th' emptie aire Besides all this A woefull chance fell out i' th' town amisse Amongst the tired Latines which procur'd Most loud laments wofull to be endur'd Through all the citie for so soon as e're The queen beheld the enemie draw neare The town-walls scal'd the houses all on flame No Rutuls bands no Turnus neare to tame Their insolence she thought poore wretch again Her young prince Turnus in the fight was slain Her heart o'rewhelm'd with sudden feare and grief She straight cries out that she 's the cause and chief The head and heart of all these miseries Thus in much sad and mad perplexities Exclaiming with her nails she rends and teares Her royall robes ready to die with feares And to a beam a cord made fast on high She hang'd herself with foule indignitie Whereof when wofull Latines ladies heard Chiefly Lavinia mightie schreeks she rear'd And with her nails all teares her yellow locks Scratcheth her face the folk in mightie flocks Rage up and down their houses fills with cries Hence through the town the fame thereof soon flies Mens courage sinks Latinus rent and torn In 's regall robes goes up and down foâ—lorn Mightily frighted at his quâ—ens foule fate And at his cities ruinated state With dirt and soile his grave gray haires he smeares Blames himself much drencht deep in thousand feares In that at first he Dardans prince rejected And as his sonne in law had not affected Now all this while stout Turnus in the fields Follows a few whose face small conquest yeelds Poore and pale scatter'd straglers and besides He sees how more and more more slow he rides His horses waxing tir'd Again a noise He heares i' th' troubled aire which him annoyes Whereat he stands and listens to the same And from the citie various clamours came And