freese Again I pluck'd another tender bow That better I might hidden causes know And this rinde also a black blood did sweat Amaz'd I humbly rurall nymphs intreat And powerfull Murs who rules the Getick field To blesse the signe the Omen prosperous yeild On a third after my whole strength I true And with my knees on th' earth did strugling lie Shall I be dumb or speak a grone I heare Sound from beneath and these words piere'd my eare Why tear'st thou me Aeneas spare the dead Prophane not pious hands Troy hath not bred Me strange to thee from no root flows this gore Fly cruell coasts ah fly this treacherous shore I 'm Polydore this iron crop of spears Hides me here slaine and cruell javelins bears Then was my mind perplex'd with doubtfull scar Amaz'd struck dumb crected was my haire This Polydorus with vast summes of gold Unhappy Priam secretly of old Sent to the King of Thrace but when he found Trojan arms fail and Troy beleaguer'd round The Dardan fortune and her power declin'd With conquering arms and Agamemnon joyn'd Breaks laws kills him and wealth with blood did gain Dire thirst of gold what dost not thou constrain In mortall breasts When lessened was my fear I to my father and prime men declare The prodigy and their advises crave All vote as one those impious shores to leave And with full sails from tainted friendship fly We Polydore interre his monument high With earth erect to Ghosts sad altars plac'd With mourning garlands and black Cypresse grac'd Round Ilium dames with flowing tresses stood Cups flowing with warm milk and sacred blood We as the custome offer and we lay The soule intomb then lowd last rites we pay Whence when we first might trust the sea again Soft Southern breezes calling to the main The waves appeas'd we launch and fill the strands The Port forsake Cities retrcit and lands A sacred Isle is plac'd amidst the seas Pleasing the mother of Neriades And the Aegaean Neptune most this land The heavenly Archer wandring to each strand With lofty Mycon then and Gyaros binds Made firme to dwell in and contemne the winds Here landing a safe Port and pleasant shore W'injoy'd Apollo's Citie we adore King Anias Phoebus priest and King of men Crown'd with blest wreathes and Laurell met us then And streight his antient friend Anchises knew We joyne right hands and to the Pallace drew In his old temple Phoebus I implore He would safe dwellings to the tirde restore A stock a lasting City grant unto The poore remains of Troy all that the foe And fierce Achilles rage hath sparde what way Now must we seek whom follow or where lay The next foundations Father now impart One blessed Omen and revive our heart Scarce said when suddenly the temple shakes Apollo's Laurell the whole mountain quakes Within the Tripos rung prostrate to ground We fall when to our ears approch'd this sound That land bold Dardans did your sires maintaine The same with joy shall cherish you again Seek your old mother there the Trojans shall For endlesse generations governe all Thus Phoebus then with joy they all demand And noise confus'd where was that happy land Apol'o to the wanderers had design'd My father then calling old things to mind O Peeres he said your hopes now understand Creete plac'd amid'st the Sea is great Jove's land Mount Ida there from thence we sprung this Isle A hundred Cities hath a most rich soyle Hence our great sire hath not my memory faild First Teucrus to the Rhetian Kingdoms saild And sought a Realme Ilium as yet unbuilt And Pergam towers they in low valleys dwelt Hence Cybele the Choribants the hill Ida with silence at the altars still The Goddesse Chariot with joyn'd Lyons drawne Therefore where heaven Commands let us goe on Appease the winds for Gnossian Kingdomes steere Nor long 's the course if so please Jupiter Oâ—r ships in three dayes may reach Creete This said He deserv'd honours on the altars payd A bull to Neptune such was Phoebus right To storms a black sheep to faire winds a white Fame flyes that driven from his fathers seat Idomeneus left deserted Creet Lands and Courts vacant of an enemy We leave Ortygian Ports through Seas we fly And green Denysa Naxus viny head Olearus and white Parus Cyclads spread Through seas and floods thick set with Iles we steer'd The Saylers raise their cry and their Mates cheer'd Now let 's to Creet our Gransires countrey sayle When at our sterne attends a rising gâ—le And then to th' ancient Curets shores we run The wish'd for Cities walls I there begun Stil'de Pergamus our men pleas'd with the name I call to serve the gods and high towres frame And now our Fleet was drawn high on the sands While in the choosing of new wives and lands Our young men were employd to whom I soon Gave lawes and severall habitation When on the sudden a most sad disease By heavens corrupted influence did seize The trees and corne 't was a destructive yeare They die or at the best faint bodies beare Hot Syrius scorcheth then the barren fields The grasse is burnt nor food the parch'd earth yeilds To th' Oracle my father then would have Us goe and put to Sea there pardon crave What end our toyles should have where his command Bids them they should addresse for what course stand 'T was night when sleep profound did mortalls seize Gods sacred formes and Phrygian deities Which I from Troy and through the burning towne Had brought appear'd before me then laid down To take my rest cleer by much light displai'd Which through the windows the full Moon convaid Then thus they spake with these did ease my care What Phoebus at Ortygia would declare Lo here he sings and us to thee did send We through Troys flame did thee thy arms attend We in ships measur'd the rough seas with thee And to the stars shall raise thy Progenie And give thy city rule great walls prepare For greater things long flight nor labour spare Change seats Apalla not advis'd these lands Nor thee to plant in Creet tho God commands There is a place the Greeks Hesperia stile Aenotrians till a rich and potent soile An antient land posterity they same Since cal'd it Italie from their Captains name These are our proper seats hence Dardan first Old Jasius sprung this place our grandsires must Rise let thy aged father understand These truths Corytus seek Ausonia's strand For Jove Dictean fields denyes to thee Such visions speaking Gods astenish me Nor was it sleep their visages I knew Their vailed haires and present faces view Cold sweat then flows through all my limbs I rise My hands and voyce extending to the skies And did due offerings pay which done to old Anchises every circumstance I told He knows the double stock the doubtfull race Sees his new error of the antient place Then said Dear son busies in Troys affaire Cassandra only did such
and their Court Here they at sacred festivals resort And fathers when a Ramme was offered sate As was the custome at long boards in state Cut in old Cedar the Effigies there Of antient Italus Sabinus were Who first set Vines his hook still in his hand Old Saturne and bi fronted Janus stand In th' entrance with some of the ancient straine Who bold in Warres were for their Countrey slaine Then many arms on sacred pillars fixt With captive chariots battell axes mixt Helms and huge bars of gates the posts adorne With darts and shields and prowes from Galleys torne Horse-taming Picus a short garment wore A little shield an augure staffe he bore Whose love when slighted Circe could not gaine She with her charming wand and hellish bane Chang'd to a bird and spots his colour'd wings In such a Temple in th' old Throne of Kings Latinus sate and calls the Trojans in And thus with pleasant language did begin Say Trojans for your City we have known And stock your voyage hath to us been shown What is your sure what cause inforc'd you come Through many swelling waves to Latinum Mist you your course or by some tempest tost For many so in the deep seas are lost That thus you have enter'd anchor'd in our road Nor scorne our friendship know from Saturns blood We Latines sprung who without Laws or tye Justice afford like the old deitie Now I recall but time obscureth fame That old Aruncus said Dardanus came To Phrygian Idas cities from that place To Thracian Samos now call'd Samothrace VVhom now from Tyrrhen Coryths city gone Heavens starry court hath in a golden throne And fills the number of the deities He said then Iloneus thus replies Great King from honour'd Faunus sprung not tost By waves and tempests came we to your coast Nor mist our course we by advice were brought And have with willing mind thy city sought Driven from our realms which once Sol looking down From high Olympus saw of most renown From Jove we sprung the Dardan nation are Proud of their mighty grandsire Jupiter The King himself deriv'd from Joves high race Trojan Aeneas sent us to this place How great a storm cruel Mycene hurl'd On Trojan fields and by what fates each world Of Europe Asia strove if any man Dwell in far lands beyond the Ocean These he hath heard or who so ere resides VVhere hot Sols lines stretch'd out four zones divides Through vast Seas from so great a deluge bore A small seat for our gods a harmlesse shore VVater and aire common to all we crave Nor shall we be your realms disgrace nor have Your glory light nor shall forget your grant Nor Latium irk Troy in her lap did plant I. by Aeneas fates and right hand swear If any try'd his faith or force in war Us many Realms nor slight us that we bring These wreaths and speak like men petitioning And many Nations to themselves would joyne But fate did us unto your shore design Hence Dardan sprung and here returns again Us Phebus did with great commands constrain Tiber to seek and blest Numicus spring Besides small gifts of former wealth our King Presents to thee from burning Troy convaid In this gold cup Anchises Offrings made When Priam Laws establish'd this he bore And he this sacred Crown and Scepter wore And robes the art of Trojan dames At Ileoneus speech Latinus bent A stedfast look and fixt his eyes intent Upon the earth the King not much approv'd Wrought purple not with Priams Crown was mov'd As in his daughrers match he was delaid Fortunes revolving which old Faunus said This was the son fate told from forraigne strands Was call'd with equall auspice to these lands Whose progeny in valour should excell And by their prowesse the whole world compell Then joyfull said you Gods assist our tasks And your owne signe take Trojan what thou asks Nor I despise your gifts rich fields enjoy VVhilst I am King and what you brought from Troy Aeneas if such love he us intend If to joyn leagues he hasts and be stil'd friend Let him approach nor feare our amitie T' imbrace your King of peace shall th' earnest be And to your Prince from us beare this reply I have a child paternall lots deny And many prodigies from heaven debar To match at home a son must come from far This they foretell remaines for Italy Whose stock shall raise our name unto the sky This I beleeve is he the fates require And if my mind prompt rightly I desire This said he chosen horses did command Faire steeds three hundred in high stables stand And bids they should be to the Trojans led Whom gallant trappings grac'd with skarlet spread Gold portalls hung gold did their breast infold And with their teeth they champ'd the burnish'd gold The King a Chariot sent which foure steeds drew Of heavenly race fire from their nostrills flew Of the same kind who were of Circes breed Stole by a Mare leapt with a heavenly steed With these gifts and the answers of the King The Trojans bravely mounted peace did bring But then behold from Argos did repaire Joves cruell wife and flying cuts the aire The Trojan Fleet and glad Aeneas she Saw through the skie as far as Sicily Sees how they houses build and leave the flood Now trusting land with sharp grief fixt she stood Shaking her head thus forth her woes did powre Ah hateful race and Troys fate crosse to our In Dardan fields why did they not expire Or captives took why did not Iliums fire Consume these men midst arms through flames they past My power I feare weary lies down at last And I with hatred satisfied rest I bold these fugitives with waves distrest My self and all the floods against them bent And fury of the winds and waters spent How helpt my Syrts Scylla Carybdis vast Since now through Tybers wish'd streames they have past Free from the Sea and us could Mars destroy The mighty Lapithes could heavens King annoy At Dians suit so much old Calidon What were those great offences they had done But I great wife to Jove unhappy I Left nothing unassay'd did all wayes try Aeneas I am vanquished by thee But if my own power not sufficient be Undaunted aydes I le seek where ere they dwell Will heaven not grant my sute I le raise up hell Grant spight of us he must in Latium seate And that Lavinia shall be his by fate Yet we may work delay in such great things And may destroy the subjects of both Kings Let son and father joyne such rates being paid Trojan and Rutile blood shall dowre thee Maid Bellona give thee nor alone a brand Shall pregnant Cisseis beare to waste the land A Paris and such births she shall enjoy And funerall Fires againe for rising Troy This said she dreadfull to the earth descends And from th' infernall shades and seats of fiends Wofull Alecto calls who breeds sad warre Rage Treachery
charge and sterne Onytes too Of th' Echion name whom dame Peridia bore Brother from Lycia sent and Phoebus shore And young Menaetes who in vain denide To go to wars neer fishy Lernas side He had his craft and house wealth was unknown Whose father â—il'd a countrey not his own As fires are kindled in contrary ways Amongst dry woods and sprigs of crackling bays Or when with rapid course from mountains steep Sound foamy streams and hurry to the deep And both alike make devastations large So stout Aeneas and bold Turnus charge Their rage now boyls and breasts unconquer'd bleed With their whole strength to slaughter they proceed Muranus here boasting the antient name Of Grandsires who from Latine Princes came He with a stone orethrew and on the Plains Measur'd his length whom falne and lost his reins The wheels ran ore thick blows swift heels afford Of horses now unmindfull of their lord Turnus meets Ilus mainly raging now And casts his javelin at his golden brow Quite through the helme it fixed in his brain Nor could thy valour thee protection gain Bold Graecian Creteus from fierce Turnus ods Nor from Aeneas charge could his own Gods Cupentus save his breast to th sword must yield Nor to the wretch avail'd his brazen shield Thee Aeolus Laurentian fields saw dead And the large Champaigne thy broad shoulders spread Whom not the Argive squadrons could destroy Nor sterne Achilles who subverted Troy Here was thy place for death from Ida come Laurentian fields thy body must intombe Latins and Trojans now are all ingag'd Mnestheus Serestus and Messapus rag'd Well mounted on bravely Asylas brings Up Tuscane bands and the Arcadian wings They battell joyne and strive with all their might No reserve left there was a cruell fight The most fair mother of Aeneas here Puts in his mind to th'wals he should draw neer And straight with 's Army to the city go Which sudden should the Latins overthrow He as he Turnus sought through all the bands Bending each way saw how Laurentum stands From so much troubles safe in quiet rest A shape of greater war inflames his breast Mnestheus Sergestus and Serestus stout Plac'd on a mount he cals where round about Trojans might flock nor shields or spears they laid Aside whilst thus from rising ground he said What I command obey this Jove decrees Nor slow move for the suddain enterprise This town and city cause of all this war Unlesse they yield and say they vanquish'd are I will destroy and levell with the ground Their smoking spires till Turnus will be found Must I expect whilst he is pleas'd to fight Vanquish'd again must I attending wait Of all our woes this is the head and spring Sue then for peace with slames and fire-bands bring This said they cheerfull into order fall And in a body draw unto the wall Straight scaling ladders were and fire prepar'd Some to the gates advance and kill the guard Others all heaven with shafts and javelins cloud Aeneas first raising his hand allowd Latinus blames cals heaven to witnes then He is compel'd to take up arms agen They by hostility Peace had broken twice Then ' mongst the People factious stirs arise Some for the Trojans bid open the gate And that they should march through the city straight And to the out-works they their King do call Others bring arms and will defend the wall As when a swaine finds in a hollow rock A swarme of bees and fils the place with smoke Disturb'd they flie about their waxen seat And with a mighty noise their anger whet Smoke scales their roofs within sad murmurs rise And pitchy fumes advance unto the skies When to the fainting Latins chanc'd a woe Which the whole city did with grief oreflow As the Queen saw the foe draw neer the wall The gates beset fire on the roofs to fall Nor Turnus nigh the city to maintain Hopelesse she thought in fight the Prince was slain Struck dead with woe I am the cause she cries I I the spring of all these miseries Thus raving she her bitter grief exprest And desperate she rends her purple vest Then on a beam a knot for base death knit Soon as the wofull Latins heard of it But first Lavinia tore her golden hair And rosie cheeks they all in uprore were And the whole palace rung with dismall cries Hence the sad fame through the whole city flies Their hearts now fail'd amaz'd Latinus went And regal weeds at his wives fortune rent Then for his ruin'd town opprest with woes Foul dust upon his silver hair he throwes Himself much blaming cause he did refuse And for his son did not Aeneas chuse Mean while the warriour Turnus did a few Poor straglers to the farthest plains pursue And by degrees now slower and slower he rides And lesse and lesse in his swift horses prides Hither to him the wind strange terror bears With clamours mix'd and to his listning ears The cities confus'd noise and cries had blown Ah what misfortune now disturbs the town Why from Laurentum come such sounds This said Distracted in his mind a while he staid His sister who Metiscus shape had got His charioteer and drove his chariot To him then spake The Trojans there pursue Where victory opens now a way to you Others there are that will defend the town Aeneas drives th' Italians up and down Thundring in arms let us like slaughters make Amongst the Trojans nor the field forsake Since thou in strength and valour equal art Then Turnus said Sister long since I knew thee when by charms Thou brok'st the league and tookst thy selt up arms Now Goddesse thou deceiv'st in vain but who From heaven to suffer thus commanded you Cam'st thou to see thy brothers cruel death What safety else can fortune now bequeath Did not these eyes behold Muranus when He call'd to me aloud and call'd agen Then whom to me alas was dearer none The brave man fell by a great wound orethrown And haplesse Vfens dy'd lest he should see Our foul disgrace his arms and body be The Trojans prize Shall I here tamely stay Till they destroy the town Is that the way Nor shall this arm Drances confute shall I Retreat and shall this land see Turnus fly Is death so hard You spirits that dwell below Oh send me aid since heaven's declar'd my foe To you my spotlesle soul not knowing t' offend Worthy my predecessors shall descend Scarce said when Sages through the foe did come His horse behold all over in a fome In 's head an arrow sticking post he came Requiring aid of Turnus by his name Great Prince in thee is our last hopes allow Some aid to us Aeneas thunders now In arms about our gates and threatens he Will now destroy the towres of Italie And ready with destruction fire-brands flie About the roofs The Latines fix their eye Only on thee all 's lost if thou not aid Nor will Latinus longer be delaid Whom to call son
P. VIRGILIUS MARO THE WORKS OF PUBLIUS VIRGILIUS MARO Translated by JOHN OGILBY Will Marshall sculpsit 1649. THE WORKS OF PUBLIUS VIRGILIVS MARO Translated by JOHN OGILBY Claud. de bel Get. in Alethium Respice judicium quà m grave Musa subis Nec tua securum te Maro fama vehit LONDON Printed by T. R. and E. M. for John Crook 1649. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE My very good Lord WILLIAM Marquisse and Earl of Hartford Vicount Beauchamp and Lord Seymour My Lord IT hath been the custome of the most knowing men to dedicate their Labours to Persons of that quality from whom with justice they might expect both protection and honour Our Nation hath not been unfruitful of such with some difference of degrees though at present under a cloud and it cannot be thought flattery while I make my humble addresse to your Lordship my ambition enjoys the best since You are not only descended from Scepter'd Ancestors from whose influence I may derive a modest security but endowed with those abilities of Judgment and Science to know and place an exemplary value upon Dedications of this nature So that I may take up that of the famous Lyrick in my just application to your Lordship Maecenas atavis edite Regibus O praesidium dulce decus meum And that it might not be thought a stain to so great a Patron I have presurned which is the second part of my bold undertaking to wait on your Honour with no lesse then the Prince of Latine Poets though in relation to my self I call it but the shadow and cold resemblance of Virgil. And although this Translation for it is hard to render weight for weight and measure for measure may relish more of Thrace then Greece having been bred in phlegmatick Regions and among people returning to their ancient barbarity And that our English Wooll may seem but an unworthy habit for that Muse which from her conception was adorn'd with all the gold and spoils of Italie the most glorious Mistresse of the world Yet if your Lordship shall be pleas'd to smile upon the dresse she now wears it may live to be be receiv'd when time shall ripen more ornament of Sculpture and Annotations with none of the meanest attempts of this nature And the Translator though unworthy encouraged by Your gracious acceptance shall most gratefully acknowledge himself My Lord The most humble Honourer of Your Name and Vertue IOHN OGILBY Virgil's BVCOLICKS The first Eclog. Tityrus THE ARGUMENT Sad Mclibaeus banished declares Those miseries attend on civill Wars But happy Tityrus the safe defence People enjoy under a setled Prince Tityrus Melibaeus Melibaeus UNder the spreading Beech at ease from cares Thou Tityrus playst on slender reeds soft airs We must our Land and pleasant fields forsake Our country fly thou in cool shades dost make The woods fair Amaryllis to resound Tityrus This peace from God we Melibaeus found For he shall ever be my God a soft Lamb from our folds shall bathe his altars oft He grants my herds to range and what I will Thou seest I play upon a rurall quill Melibaeus I envie not but wonder th' art so blest Since all with Sequestrations are opprest Lo I undone away my Goates must drive And scarce I lead O Tityrus this alive For mongst thick hazels th' hope of all my flock Ah! she hath left upon a naked rock Oft this mischance had we not sensless been By Thunder-strucken okes I had forseen And on the hollow elme by th' ominous crow But who this God may be pray let us know Tityrus That city they call Rome I did account Fondly like this of ours where Swains are wont Yearly with care to wean their tender lambs So I conceiv'd whelps equall to their dams And judg'd that Kids were as their mothers tall So us'd I great things to compare with small But she 'bove other cities lifts her head As o're the shrubs the lofty Cedars spread Melibaeus What to see Rome did so thy journey haste Tityrus Freedom which look'd on me though mean at last When first my downy chin the razor shav'd She look'd at last and with her smile she sav'd When me first Amaryllis did possess And Galatea left for I le confess Whilst me that Galatea did injoy My freedom lost no stock I did imploy Although my folds then many offerings spar'd And for th' ingrateful city I prepar'd The richest cheese I could yet never brought My right hand home again with mony fraught Milebaeus I muse why Amaryllis Gods implor'd For whom she keeps her tree with apples stor'd Tityrus was absent Tityrus the Pines For thee the fountains call and tender Vines Tityrus What should I do thraldom I must not leave Nor could elsewhere Gods so propitious have And here that shepherd first I saw for whom Twice six dayes annually our altars fume He answering first my suit said Shepherds now Your cattell feed and let your oxen plow Melibaeus O happy man since large enough for thee Thou fields injoyst though all thy pastures be With stones with plashie Fens and rushes spread Not thy big femals in strange commons fed Shall suffer nor sick cattell taint their bloods O happy man here by the well-known flouds And sacred fountains thou fresh aire shalt take Then quick-sets which our neighbouring limits make Whose sallow flower Hyblaean Bees invade Oft with soft murmurs shall to sleep perswade Then shall the Woodman under high rocks chant Nor thy delight sad Stock-doves shalt thou want Nor turtles cease to grone from elmy bows Tityrus In empty skies first nimble Dear shall browse The Ocean leave his naked fish on shore The confines wander'd of both lands before Parthians drink Arar Germans Tygris taste That his Idaea shall forsake our breast Melibaeus But we must go to thirstie Lybian Realms To Scythia or Oaxes chalkie streams And from the world divided Britany Shall ever I again my Countrey see And my poor house which I with turf did reare My seates admiring after many a year Shall th impious Souldier have this new plow'd fields Barbarians reap this corn What discord yeelds See Wretched Citizens See for whom we plow Set Pears Melibaeus and plant Vineyards now Farewell my Goates farewell once happie flock I stretch't on verdant banks you on a rock No more shall see hang on the shrubby top Nor Verses sing nor fed by me to crop Sharp sallows and the spreading Cythisus Tityrus But here this night you may repose with us In this green bower here are ripe Apples we Soft Chestnuts have and store of curds there be The Villages do smoke and from the tall Mountains far off now larger shadows fall The second Eclog. Alexis THE ARGUMENT Coridon meanes how learned men are bent To honour those of place and high discent But often they like to Alexis prove And nothing but disdin return for love POor Coridon for fair Alexis burns Joy of his Lord nor hopes for love-returns But yet he daily
strand Lives young Ascanius draws he vitall aire Whom Troy to thee Of his lost Country hath he any care How doth his fathers or his uncles name Hector his soule to manly acts inflame This she said weeping and spent flouds in vaine When from the City with a stately traine The Hero Helenus Priams son appears He knows his own and to his Pallace steers Our course with joy while his wet eyes afford A liberall teare to wait upon each word Now I acknowledge little Troy and small Pergamus like the great one and did call The river by the name of Xanthus wave And to the Scean gate imbraces gave In their associate City Trojans rest The King receives at ample ports his guest Amidst large halls Bacchus in bowles they taste Cups they present in gold our banquets plac'd One day succeeds another gentle gales Invite to sea soft Auster swells our sails When I the Prophet move this sute prefer O Trojan born the Gods interpreter Thou Phoebus tripods laurell thou the stars Birds language knowst swift wings thy augurers Declare our course all Oracles have said Shall prosperous be this heavenly powers perswade Latium to seek attempt prepared seats Onely Selaeno sings now dreadfull threats Dire rage sad hunger how we shall eschew Dangers so neer and toyles so great subdue Here with slain steeres Helenus as the guise Implores the Gods from sacred browes unties His wreath and by the hand O Phoebus me Leads to thy floores struck with thy Deitie From lips inspir'd the priest then prophesies O Goddesse son for thou must sail through seas This doe the greater auguries designe And King of Gods that doth all fates injoyne By a fix'd law from much take briefly these Safer to search more hospitable seas From Helenus knowledge fate the rest hath hid Saturnian Juno hath my tongue forbid First Italy which thou conceiv'st is neer And fond prepar'st those neighbouring coasts to steer Long wayes unknown divide far distant shores In the Cicilian waves first try thy oars Ausonia's briny flood thy Fleet must goe By Circes Isle and cut those Seas below Before safe lands to plant in thou shalt find And this the Omen fix it in thy mind When at an obscure stream solicitous thou Under wilde okes shalt find a mighty sow Pregnant her farrow thirty laid to rest A white sow a white issue at her breast There ends thy toyle thy City there erect Nor let thy eating trenchers thee deject Fate shall find means Phoebus implor'd will aid But these coasts these adjacent shores evade This Italy fly-wash'd with our swelling tide For in those Cities wicked Greeks reside Naritius here hath Locrian walls prepar'd Idomeneus his arm'd squadrons guard Salentine fields there Melibaeus small Petilia joyn'd to Philoctetes wall But when they ships transported reach the bay And there arriv'd vowes you on Altars pay With purple vailes your cover'd haire attire Lest in heavens honours midst the sacred fire Some hostile face seen should disturbe the signe This pious use impose on thee and thine In this thy chaste posterity instruct But when to Cicilies shores faire winds conduct Opening Pelorus narrow straights then fly The star-board seas and strands long courses ply Through lar-board deeps shave thou the left hand shore Those coasts they say by a vast ruine tore Such change workes length of time asunder start And countries which before conjoyn'd now part With violent waves Pontus Hesperia forc'd From Cicilie Cities and Towns divorc'd Shores interwash since with a narrow tide Scylla the right Charybdis the left side Inexorable guards Thrice she doth drink Vast floods which down to hels darke bottom sinke Then belch'd again lasheth the skie with waves But Scylla keeps her den and lurking caves Ingaging ships in rockie mouthes that gape A female with faire breasts a virgins shape She is above the waste beneath a Whale And to her wolvish wombe a Dolphins taile Better for thee to seek Pachynas strand And with long steerage to Cicilia stand Then once fierce Scylla in vast caves descry Or Rocks resounding with her blew dogs cry Besides if Helenus any prudence hath Phoebus with truth inspire if any faith One speciall charge I presse O Goddesse sonne Again again repeat it must be done Great Juno move with prayers and her adore The powerful Goddesse with free vowes implore With humble gifts subdue victor at last Then steere Italian shores Sicilia past When thou hast reach'd to Cuma and hast found Lakes sacred heard in woods Avernus sound In a deep rock the Prophetesse doth sit Foretelling Fates and doth to leaves commit The characters and names what verse she puts In those she counts and in her cavern shuts Firme they remaine and keep their place design'd Which the dore opening then a whisking wind Disorders and the thin leaves doth dispierce She not collects againe the scatter'd verse Or cares to joyn or place not hearing fate They vext depart and Sybils mansions hate But let not such delayes disturbe thy mind Though thy friends call to Sea and a faire wind Invites with swelling sailes yet first repaire To her and Oracles beseech with prayer Oh let her as she please our fate declare She shall to thee Italy future war Those labours how to beare or wave display And honour'd she shall grant a prosperous way These are the things nor more may I advise Goe raise great Troy by valour of the skies After these hopefull words the Prophet said By his commands they to the Fleet convei'd Ivorie and gold and with a mighty masse Of silver load our keels and Dodon brasse A coat of maile with gold most richly wrought A stately helme with flowing plumes they brought And Pyrrhus arms my fathers gifts who then Recrutes the oars and armeth all our men And horse and riders adds In the mean time Anchises bad prepare Our Fleet for Sea against the wind blew faire Whom Phoebus Prophet with much honour calls Anchises grac'd with Venus nuptialls Twice sav'd from ruin'd Troy th' art heavens care now See thy own Italie and possesse it too But thou must steer much wide of this behold Where those parts are Apollo did unfold Blest with a pious son farewell I stay Too long and comming winds with talke delay No lesse Andromache sad departing brought Vests hid in gold with rich imbroyderie wrought T' Ascanius worthy him a Phrygian cloake And loading him with wealthy gifts thus spoke Take these remembrances my own hand wove The witnesse of Andromache's long love Keep these last last gifts of thine to me O thou Sole Image left of my Astyanax now Such eyes such hands thy face the same appears Who now had been with thee of equall years Then with abortive tears I thus at last Live happy you your miseties are past Us fate from fate commands you rest obtaine Nor must you plow vast billows of the maine Or seek still flying shores of Italy Zanthus effiges Pergamus you see Which your selves built a better fate have these
And straight thou mayst foresee the vulgar rage Wilde for mad war for those who not ingage The martiall note provokes heard is th' alarme Like dreadfull Trumpets when they sound to arme They list proud troups in haste their Spears they whet Their light shields furnish and their arms they fit Guarding their King thick to the Court they goe And with loud clamor challenge out the foe Then when'tis fair the open field they take They joyne their battell and they joyning make A noise scales heaven and in close order all Strongly imbodied charge then head-long fall Not thicker haile doth in a tempest poure Nor shaken Okes more plenteous akorns showre The Kings amid'st the bands in armor shine And mighty soules in narrow brests confine Both resolute not to yield till these or they Are to proud Conquerors fore'd to give the day These huge commotions and so mightie war Suddain with thrown-up dust appeased are But when both Princes you from battell call Who seems the worst lest he a prodigall Should waste the stock command him to be slain And let the best in th' emptie pallace reign One shines with gold whom glorious colours grace Two sorts there are the best his noble face Hath blushing cheeks with sloth the other pale His sagging bellie after him doth traile As their two Kings such their two Nations are For one s deform'd as when a traveller Through clouds of dust extreamly thirsty gets And from 's drie mouth a sulleid water spits The other shines with gold and glory grac'd And equall spots upon their bodies plac'd This Progenie is best from these you may Sweet honey at the certain time conveigh Not only sweet but also shall be fine And which shall qualifie your sharpest wine But when they wander sporting through the skies Forsake their hives and cooling roofes despise Let not their stragling minds seek idle things Nor hard 's the task but cut their Princes wings They staying at home none dares to scale heavens arch Or with spread ensignes from their camp to march Them let sweet gardens with fresh flowres invite And old Priapus who the thieves doth fright And spoyling birds from thence with 's awfull look All safe preserving with his sallow hook Set thyme about their roofs and Pines remove From lofty hills if thou such labours love Weary thy hand with toyle and pleasant bowres Plant round and dew the earth with friendly showrs And did not I now to my Port draw neer And striking saile my prow to shore did steer How to adorne fair gardens I would sing And Pestum where there is a double spring Why Succorie in pleasant streams delights And verdant parseley swelling banks invites And Cucumers grow plump along the grass Nor would I Daffadils long in growth orepasse Or soft Acanthus winding Ivie's store And Myrtle so inamour'd on the shore I call to minde neere high Oebalius towrs Where slow Galesus waters Ceres bowrs I saw an old Corycian who injoy'd Few akers not for pasturage imploy'd Nor was it fit for corne or vineyard found Yet he mongst thornes choice herbs and lillies round His garden Vervaine did and Poppie finde That wealthiest Kings he equal'd in his minde And late at night returning home well stor'd He with unpurchas'd banquets lades his board He in the spring did first sweet Roses pull And could in Autumne apples soonest cull VVhen stones with cold the cruell winter cleaves And bridles up with ice the flowing waves His soft Acanthus now he gently twinde Chiding the tardy spring and lingring winde Therefore huge swarms his bees first pregnant brought And his full combes rivers of honey fraught His Pines and barren Lindons fruitfull were As many blossoms as his tree did bear So many apples it in Autumne grac'd And he the lofty Elms in order plac'd Wardens and Thorne which now a damson made And Planes which to Carousers are a shade But these excluded by a narrow straight I leave to others after to relate Now I 'le declare those gifts which were confer'd On bees by Jove himself for what reward They follow'd tinkling brass and Curets sound And fed the King of heaven under ground In common only they maintain their race And like a Citie rang'd their houses place And understrictest Laws they aged grow Their native Countrey and fix'd mansions know Mindfull of winter labour in the Spring And to the publick store their profit bring For some provide and by a compact made Labour abroad others within are stai'd To lay Narcissus tears and yielding gum As the first ground-work of the honey combe And after they tenacious honey spread Others the Nations hope young Colonies breed A second part the purest honey stives Untill the liquid Nectar crack the hives There are by lot attend the gates t' informe Approaching showrs and to foretell a storme To ease the loaden or imbattel'd drive The Drones a slothfull cattell from the hive Work heats of thyme the fragrant honey smels As when the Cyclops the soft masse compels Hasting for Jove huge thunderbolts to make Some with the bellows air returne and take Others in water dip the hissing o're Aetnean Caves with beaten anvils rore They with much strength their arms in order raise And turne with tongues the mass a thousand wayes So if I may great things compare with small Bees to their work for love of profit fall Each hath his task the aged Rulers are And frame Dedalian roofs and combs repair But those that youthfull be and in their prime Late in the night return loaden with thyme On every bush and tree about they spread And are with Cassia and rich Saffron fed Or purple Daffadils and Lindors tall All rest at once at once they labour all Early they take the field at night again When Vesper them from feeding doth constrain Homeward they draw and strength decaid restore And with soft murmurs throng about the dore When they repose all night they silent are And pleasant sleep doth wearied limbs repair Nor from their hives they stir when rain is nigh Nor trust their persons to a stormy skie But safe they water nere their Cities wall And oft with Pebles journeys make but small As a light boat ballanc'd on raging seas VVith which through vacant aire themselves they peise 'T is strange that Bees such customs should maintain Venus to scorne in wanton lust disdain To waste their strength and without throws they breed But cull from leaves and various flowres their seed Their Kings and pettie Princes they proclaime Then Pallaces and waxen Kingdoms frame But oft their wings are torne on Rocks abroad And free they spend their lives beneath their load So love they flowrs and to make honey pride Though soon the tearm of their short life doth glide For the seventh summer a full period gives Yet their immortall race for ever lives Their noble house for many years remains And records keep of antient Princes reigns Next not rich Aegypt nor great Lydia Parthians or
move at his Verse As mongst the Poplar shade in dolefull strains Rob'd of her young sad Philomel complains Whom scarce yet fleg'd some rustick having found Took from the nest but she doth woes resound Perch'd on a tree and the whole night laments Filling all places with her sad complaints No love nor other bed could him intice Alone he goes through Hyperborean ice And Tanais snow wandring through bitter coasts For ever wedded to Rhiphaean frosts Pluto's vain gift Eurydice he mourn'd The Thracian Dames because their beds he scorn'd Him at their Bacchanalian orgies tore And strew the young mans limbs about the shore His head then from his Ivorie shoulders torn Was down the channell of swift Hebrus born And whilst his dying tongue could move at all Eurydice Eurydice did call And all the banks resound Euridice This Proteus said and lept into the Sea And where he lept did make the fomie wave Under his body with huge strokes to rave Then thus Cyrene spake to ease his care My dearest son now lay aside all fear Since the whole cause is known of thy mischance The Nymphs with whom in groves she us'd to dance Have sent this sad destruction on thy Bees Then humbly them appease with sacrifice And there the yielding Dryades adore They will forgive if thou with vows implore But first know how thou shalt thy offering make Foure of thy large and best-fed bullocks take Which now on tops of green Lycaeus use As many of thy unbroke heifers choose Then with great care for these foure Altars raise In the high Temples of the Goddesses And from their throates let forth the sacred blood Then leave their bodies in a shadie wood And when the ninth Aurora brings the day To Orpheus Ghost Lethaean Poppie pay And a black sheep then view the grove again Pleasing Eurydice with a fat Calf slain He the Commands of 's mother straight obey'd Went to the temple and foure Altars made And foure of 's largest bullocks forth he took As many comely heisers never broke And when the ninth day bright Aurora shew'd He worships Orpheus and the wood review d. A wonder not to be believ'd he sees From the dissolved entrails swarms of Bees Which from the broken ribs resounding flye And in a thick cloud sallie to the skie On a tall trees top-branch they cluster now As grapes hang dangling on the gentle bow Thus tillage beasts and trees have been my theame Whil'st mighty Caesar at Euphrates stream Thunders with war and Conqueror Laws ordains For willing Realms and heaven with valour gains To mee sweet Capua breeding then imparts Pleas'd with the study of contemned arts There a bold youth I chanted rurall aires And Tityrus sung in cool shade free from cares THE FIRST BOOKE OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE ARGUMENT JUNO a storme procures the Trojans tost By Neptune's favour gaine the Lybian coast Venus Complaint The King of Gods relates To her Romes greatnesse and insuing fates Hermes to Lybia sent Venus appears And in a mortall forme Aeneas chears He visits Carthage and lost ships regains Dido the weary Trojans entertains But whilst glad guests full cups and banquets move She takes a fatall draught and drinks long love I That on small reeds once plaid rurall strains And leaving woods inforc'd the neighbouring plains To satisfie the greedy Villager A gratefull worke for swains now horrid war Arms and the man I sing who first did come Driven by fate from Troy to Latium And Tyrrhen shores Much toff'd by Land and Sea By wrath of Gods and lasting enmity Of cruell Juno suffering much by Wars Whiles he a Citie builds and Gods transfers To Latium whence Latine Originalls The Alban fathers and Romes lofty walls Say Muse the cause what God prophan'd or why Heaven's Queen incens'd one fam'd for piety Did to such royles dangers so great compell What I can in heavenly minds such passions dwell There was an ancient Citie Carthage south From Italie opposing Tybers mouth By Tyrians held rich fierce in War vvhich place Iuno was said more than all lands to grace Samos neglected here her arms and here Her Chariot was that this earths sway should beare If Fates permit she fosters and intends But she had heard that from Troys stock descends A Progenie should Tyrian Towr's deface Hence of vast rule in War a haughty race Must come from Lybias fall so fates fore-told This fearing Juno minding Wars of old She for deare Argos first ' gainst Troy did wage Her cruell griefe and causes of her rage Were still awake deep Paris choice remain'd Fix'd in her breast th' affront of forme disdain'd And the loath'd stock rapt Ganimed highly grac'd With these more vext on all shores Trojans cast Reliques of Greeks and sterne Aeacides She far from Latium drove round the vast Seas They wandred long inforc'd by various chance Such labour 't was Romes Empire to advance Scarce out of Sicilies view their sailes they raise Glad for the maine and plough the foming Seas When Iuno thus who nourish'd in her breast Th' eternall wound vanquish'd shall I desist Nor yet this Trojan Prince from Latium turne Because the fates deny could Pallas burne The Argive Fleet and sinke them in the Sea For one mans crime Ajas impietie She cast Ioves winged lightning from a cloud D'spers'd their Ships with winds the Ocean plowd Him breathing flame his breast quite thorow struck With whirle-winds snatch'd and on a sharpe rock stuck But I heavens Queen sister and wife to Iove So many years War with one nation move And who will now Saturnias power obey Or suppliant on our altars honours lay Such things revolving fir'd with discontent She to the Land of storms Aeolia went Coasts big with tempests Aeolus here confines In vast caves strugling gusts and thundering winds In prison chains they scorning their restraint Round their darke dungeon roar with loud complaint In a high tower here scepter'd Aeolus swayes Softens their furie and their rage allaies Else in their rapid course with them they 'd beare Sea Land high Heaven and sweep them through the ayr This fearing them Iove in a cave imures And under weight of mighty hils secures Then did a King by firme decree ordaine Who knowes to check or when to give the reine To whom thus Iuno then was suppliant Aeolus for Heavens great King to thee did grant With wind the floods t' incense or to appease A race my foe now saile the Tyrrhen Seas Bearing to Latium conquer'd Gods and Troy Raise thou a storme and their crazde Fleet destroy Or through the waves their scatter'd bodies send Twice seven most beauteous Nymphs on us attend The fairest Deiopeia I will joyne To thee in wed-lock dedicate her thine Still to remaine for such especiall grace And make thee father of a beauteous race When Aeolus thus 'T is thy part to injoyne Commands O'Queen but to obey is mine Thou in this realme and throne didst me invest By thy means I with Iove and
the rear Alternate orbs with wheeling they include Now arm'd they seem to fight and now subdu'de They make retreat then cheer'd they turn the lance And peace concluding equally advance As once the Labyrinth in high Crete fame says A thousand turnings had with doubtful ways Which did no signe unto the followers leave But with perpetual errors did deceive So youthful Trojans wheet and in that sort They flight and battell interweave with sport As Dolphins who the swelling waves divide In Lybick seas and wanton in the tide Ascanius when long Alba he did frame Did first appoint this custome and this game And th' ancient Latins taught to celebrate What he and Trojan youth did th' Alban state Their off-spring shew'd this greatest Rome from hence Receiv'd and kept those honours ever since The game Troys youthful troops the Trojan names Thus finished he his blessed fathers games Here first inconstant fortune chang'd her brow Whilst they with various rites perform'd their vow From heaven Saturnian Iuno Iris sent To th' Ilian Fleet winds breathing as she went Revolving much nor was her ancient spleen Yet satisfi'd the Virgin swift unseen Streight through the bowe of thousand colours flies The shores she views and mighty concourse spies The port forsook all from the Navy gone But far off Trojan dames she saw alone Who mourn'd Anchises and the deeps survaid And weeping ah so many floods they said And shoals must yet the weary passe all pray For seats toyld with the troubles of the sea Skilful in mischief in ' mongst these she prest And lays aside her goddesse forme and vest And streight old Beroe Dorycles wife became Who once had children honour and great fame And thus she did midst Ilian dames declare O wretches whom no Graecian in this war Vouchsaf'd to kill at home unfortunate For what sad end are you preserv'd by fate Since Troys destruction now seven years are past Whilst we by seas dire rocks and countreys vast Raiâ—ing new Stars are born through floods whilst we Involv'd with waves seek flying Italy Fraternal Erix kind Acestes strands To plant in build a city who withstands O country and our Gods preserv'd in vain Shall no place Troy be stil'd shall we again Hectorian streams nor Xanthus Symois see Come this unhappy Navy burn with me In sleep to me Cassandra did appear She brought me fire and said Your Troy seek here This is your seat now is the time to act Neptunes four altars see let 's not protract The God himself courage and brands affords Then cruel fire she snatch'd using these words And far off bran dishing she casts the flames Rais'd and astonish'd are the Ilian dames Here one call'd Pyrgo who by age took place Nurse to so many of great Priams race Said This not Beroe Dorycles wife nor this A Rhetian dame here divine beauty is Mark her bright eyes and breath behold her face Her voyces accent and her stately grace I now left Beroe sick much griev'd that she Should only from such offering absent be Nor could t' Anchises bring due sacrifice Such things she said But they the Fleet behold with cruel eyes Doubtful 'twixt woful love of present seats They stood or lands to them design'd by fates When with spread wings to heaven the Goddesse glides And the great bow under the clouds divides Inrag'd and wondering then the Ilian dames With great noise snatch from private harths the flames Some altars spoile and boughs leaves fire-brands threw ' Mongst painted sterns banks oars with loose reins flew Vulcan inrag'd When to Anchises tombe And to the theater Eumelus did come From the fire'd navy and such tidings told Then they in clouds black rising smoke behold And first Ascanius sprightly as he did His troop lead to the camp disturbed rid Nor by his fearful tutors could be staid What new rage whither now what mean ye said Ah wretched women you your own hopes burn Not th' enemies camp to your Ascanius turn And at their feet his empty helm he cast Which personating war his forehead grac'd Aeneas hastes with him the Trojan bands But they amaz'd fled scatter'd through the strands To woods and hollow rocks their minds restor'd They know their own their enterprise abhor'd And Juno now is shaken from their breast But not those untam'd fires could be supprest Tow smothering lives under the sappy oke The vessels catching vomit gloomy smoke The cruel plague seiz'd the whole Fleet at length ' Gainst rivers pow'r and all the Hero's strength Pious Aeneas then his garments rends And to the Gods for aid his hands extends All-potent Jove if all the Trojans be Not in thy hate if antient Pietie Humane affairs regards these flames destroy O father save the poor remains of Troy Or if deservd with thunder strike me dead And now orewhelm with thy right hand Scarce said When a black tempest rag'd a mighty rain Fell without mean the mountains all the plain With thunder shook condensing Auster sent A most black storm through the whole firmament The decks are fill'd Oke once half burnt growes moist Untill the flame was quenchd four only lost Sav'd from that plague But Prince Aeneas here Shook with the bitter chance now here now there Great cares revolving in his breast if he Mindlesse of fates should plant in Sicilie Or take Italian shore Old Nautes said Whom Pallas with much art had famous made Then to the Prince What ere the mighty ire Of gods portend or what the fates require We must endure Comforting he begun Thus to Aeneas O thou Goddesse son Let us obey the fates whatever chance All fortunes vanquish'd are by sufferance Trojan Acestes of a race divine Unto thy counsels an associate joyn Let him receive thy lost ships companies And those now tir'd with thy great enterprise The weary matrons and old men select The weak and those whom dangers now deject Here let them plant and here a city frame And from Acestes give the walls a name He with these words of his old friend was cheerd Yet in his breast still many cares appear'd When nights black chariot had possest the pole From thence he saw descend Anchises soule And pouring forth such voyces did appeare O son then life whilst life remain'd more dear O son bosied in Trojun fates I am By Joves command sent hither who from flame Preserv'd thy ships and pitied from the sky Old Nautes counsel take for Italy And bold youth choose a race thou must orecome Cruel by use of war in Latium But first to Pluto's dismall courts repair And deep Avernus where my dwellings are I am not with sad shades in implous hell But with the blest in glad Elizium dwell Chast Sybil shall conduct thee to the place With much blood of black sheep there all thy race And new seats thou shalt know and now farwell Moyst night hath reach'd her vertick parallell The cruell East blows me with panting steeds He through thin aire like smoke thus saying speeds
Forsake and other billows roul with oars Brief th' aged Priestesse thus to him replies Anchises son sure stock of deities Thou Styx Cocytus view'st by this to swear And to deceive the power the Gods do fear All those sad troops thou seest are not interr'd That Charon those he wafts are sepulcher'd Untill their bones in quiet rest before None passe these hoarce waves to the horrid shore A hundred years to wander here they' are bound Permitted then to passe the Stygian sound The Prince at this no further did advance And full of thoughts pitying their sad mischance Leucaspes and Orontes there he spies The Lycian chief sad wanting obsequies Whom the black south o're set with tempest when They sail'd to Troy waves swallowing ship and men Lo Palinure the master next appear'd Whom whilst by stars from Lybia he steer'd Fell mid'st the waves and tumbles with the stern Him when he could in so much shade discern O Palinure first said what deitie Snatch'd thee from us and drown'd amid'st the Sea Speak for to me still Phoebus words prov'd true But onely in my hopes concerning you He said thou safe to Latium through the seas Shouldst passe behold Are these his promises Great Trojan Prince Phoebus deceiv'd not thee Said Palinure nor hath the God drown'd me For the torne rudder grasping with much force As to my charge I stuck and steer'd my course With it I fell by the rough seas I sweare Nor for my selfe conceiv'd I so much feare But that the Master wanting at the helme Such swelling waves thy ship might overwhelme Three stormie nights rough south winds carried me Through the vast waves the fourth dawne Italy Rais'd on a swelling wave I saw and swam Softly to shore and to firm footing came When cruel men on me with weapons set Grasping rough bancks loaden with garments wet Who ignorantly tooke me for a prey The waves possesse me now and in the sea The winds oft rowle my body to the shore But by heavens pleasant light I thee implore Py thy deare Father and thy hopefull heire Take me from hence great Prince or else interre For thou hast power and seeke m'in Velins bay Or if thy mother Venus shew the way For I beleeve without some aiding God Thou com'st not now to faile this dreadful flood Then helpe a wretch and me transport with thee That I at last in death may quiet be This said then Sybill thus her selfe exprest Whence Palinurus comes this strange request Wouldst thou unburied Styx the furies Lake Behold and without leave these shores forsake Desist to hope that fates will heare thy prayer But take this comfort to appease thy care The neighbouring Cities shall thy bones interre And mov'd by omens build thy sepulchre Then to thy tombe pay yearly rites and shall The place for ever Palinurus call These words appeas'd his cares and griefe ore-came Proud of a countrey that should beare his name Then on they went and to the stream drew nigh As Charon these from Stygian waves did spie Bending through silent groves to his fad strands Thus rudely first begins and threatning stands Who ere thus arm'd approachest to our streams Your businesse tell this is the place of dreams Of shades and drousie night depart nor can My Stygian boat transport a living man Nor pleas'd it me to waft ore Stygian seas Theseus Perithous nor great Hercules Though sprung from Gods men never vanquished From our Kings Throne in chains Alcides led Hels porter trembling the other did combine To take from Plutoe's bed chast Proserpine Then Sybill said give not such way to rage Here are no stratagems nor arms t' ingage A violence let hels Porter ever lye In 's kennell and pale Shadowes terrifie Still in her Uncles Court the Queen may be Aeneas fam'd for armes and pietie To see his father through darke shades descends If thee no shape of such affection bends Behold this bough which hidden in her vest She shewes then swelling rage forsakes his breast Nor more he said but the strange gift admires The fatall bough not seen in many years Then turns his sable vessel toward the strand Thence drives those Ghosts sate waiting on the sand Opens his hatches and receives his freight The craz'd boat groanes with great Aeneas weight And leakie drunck much water safe at last He with the Priestesse and Aeneas past And free from foule mud ' mongst black rushes lands From triple jawes great Cerberus through those strdans Still barks and huge in a vast kennell lies When she his neck dreadfull with serpents spies She casts to him a soporiferous bit He opens his three mouths to swallow it Then being laid stretcht forth his long back lies Measuring his kennell with his mighty sise Aeneas past whilst Cerberus sleeps and leaves The shores of irrenavigable waves Then they heard voices and a mighty cry Of Infants weeping which in th'entrance lie Whom from sweet life a wofull death did call From the loved teate with timelesse funerall Next those who falsly were condemn'd to die And did not without Lot or judgement lie Minos being plac'd a silent councell cals And lives examines of the criminals Next after these those wretched Ghosts recide Who nating life have by their own hands dyde And lost their soules who now to live again Would not hard toyle and poverty disdain Them fates deny and the most dreadfull sound Binds in and Stix nine times incircles round Not farre from hence they to large champaigns came The fields of sorrow call'd such was the name Here those whom cruell love with griefe devours Did haunt close walks conceal'd in mirtle bowres Nor in their death relinquish they their woes There Phedra Procris and Euryphile goes Shewing those wounds her son had made he saw Pasiphae Evadne Laodomia Coeneus with them now woman once a man Whom fates restor'd to her own sex againe Amongst these Dido wandred the great wood With a fresh wound whom as Troys Heroe stood And drawing nigh through obscure shades he knew Such in her prime the rising moon we view Or seeme at least to see through clouds displaid Powring forth tears then with sweet love he said Ah haplesse Dido truth that newes did tell Which said thou' rt dead and by thy own hand fell I was the cause now by the stars I vow By Gods and faith if any is below Unwillingly best Queen I left thy lands But was inforced by the gods commands Who now compell me through these shades to passe Through deepest night and this most dismall place Nor my departure could I ere suppose Could thee alas ingage in so much woes O stay and part not thus whom fly'st thou me We nere shall meet againe so fates decree These to her vext and frowning he declares Her to appease but forceth his own tears Fix'd on the earth her eyes averse she held Nor was to change no more with words compeld Then if hard flint or Parian Rocks had stood Then flyes displeas'd and seeks
she bids and finish your intents I see the Cyclops forged battlements And ports which stand with obvious arches there To place the present we commanded were Then through dark wayes they went with equal pace The mid path taking and approach the place Aeneas came to th'porch and purg'd with cleere Water the golden bough he fixed there These rites perform'd the Goddesse gift being plac'd In joyful places they arriv'd at last And came to groves where happy souls do rest In pleasant greens the dwellings of the blest Here larger skies did cloath with purple rayes The field which their own Sun and Stars obeys Some in green meads their time in wrastling spend Some gallantly on the bright sand contend Some graceful footing with a song present In a long robe the Thracian Poet went On seven sweet strings he descants sacred laies His hand now strikes his ivory quill now playes Here Teucers old line a fair race appears ' Most valiant Heroes borne in be ter years Ilus Asaracus and who built Troy's spires Their arms and empty chariots he admires Their spears stuck down their horses through the ground Carelesly fed and what delight they found In arms or chariots or brave steeds alive That pleasure under earth did still survive Others he saw on each side banquetting And in a solemn dance glad Paeans sing Shaded with odorous Laurel by whose woods Eridanus rising rowls his swelling floods And here were those did for their countrey die With Priests who in their lives vow'd chastitie And sacred Poets who pleas'd Phoebus best Or by invented arts mans life assist And others in their memories renown'd Their temples all with snowie garlands bound To those about her thus Sybilla sayes But to Musaeus first who midst them was And taller by the head then all the rest Say blessed souls and thou of Poets best Where is Anchises seatâ— to him we come And the great streams of Erebus have swom To whom the Heroe in few words again We have no certain places we remain On beds of grasse and walk in shadie woods And meadows ever fresh with chrystal floods But if you please t' ascend this rising brow I shall the most convenient passage shew This said he went before and a fair plain Discovering there thence they descend again But old Anchises sought with mighty care Souls which in pleasant vales confined were Which soon must view th' aetherial skies where he Numbred his own renowned progenie Their manners power their riches and their doom When towards him he saw Aeneas come Through pleasant greens joyful his hands did raise And bathing of his cheeks with tears thus sayes Thou com'st at last and thy great love to me Hath vanquish'd the hard journey I may see Thee now dear son and change discourses here Thus I forethought and judg'd the time drew neer Nor hath my care deceiv'd me from what coast Through vast seas com'st thou with what perils tost That now I meet thee here my mind misgave Lest thou in Lybia some mischance might have But he Dear father thy thy woful shade Appearing oft this journey did perswade Our fleet hides Tyrrhen shores grant grant that we May joyn right hands nor our imbraces flee Large floods then drown'd his cheeks thrice he assaid T'infold his neck three times the fleeting shade In vain he with extended arms assails Which like a swift dream flies or nimble gales When in a winding vale Aeneas fees A secret grove and far off murmuring trees And pleasant seats which Lethe warer'd here People in numerous nations did appeare And as in meads the bees in the bright spring Sit on the various flowres incircleing Bright lilleys and all the fields resound with noise Aeneas being ignorant asks the cause Struck with the sight what were those streams wherefore Such multitudes of men had fill'd the shore Anchises then Those souls to whom fates owe New bodies where the streams of Lethe flow Drink secure draughts and long oblivion These I desir'd to thee should be foreshown And these our stock to number whence the more Thou mayst rejoyce finding th' Ausonian shore O sir must such pure souls aetherial aire Review again and to dull flesh repaire Why have the wretches such a strange delight To visit day I shall the cause recite Nor will I hold thee in sulpence dear son Then thus Anchises orderly went on At first the heaven and earth the liquid plain The moons bright globe and stars Titanian A spirit fed within spread through the whole And with the huge heap mix'd infus'd a soule Hence man and beasts and birds derive their strain And monsters floating in the marbled main These seeds have fiery vigour and a birth Of heavenly race but clog'd with heavy earth Which their dull limbs and dying members drown'd Hence fears and hopes sorrows and joy abound Shut in dark flesh their natures they forget But when their latest light and life is set Not all woes leave them nor all tortures quite Forsake the wretches there and 't is but right Things strangely grown by custome into crimes They must be punish'd for their mispent times And tortures feele some in the winds are hung Others to clense their spotted sins are flung In a vast gulph or purg'd in fire they are We all have our own tortures then repare T' Elizium and some few blest seates obtaine Till length of time purg their contracted staine And leave a fire clens'd from all earthly sence A pure aetherial intelligence When thousand yeares have fil'd their period All these God calls in troups to Lethes flood To th â—nd that they forgetfull of what 's past May reascend and bodies take at last Anchises then his son and her this said ' Mongst busie troups and noysfull throngs convaid Then takes a hill from whence they might discerne Them march in order and their faces learne Now comes thy glory and the Dardan race Nephews which shall in Latium have great place Illustrious souls to whom our name must be In briefe I le shew thee thy own destiny Seest thou that youth who leans upon his lance Next lots shall him t'aetheriall aire advance Sylvius and Alban name thy posthume race Sprung from Italian blood shall next take place To thee then old thy wife Lavinia brings Him forth in woods a King and sire of Kings From whom our race shall in long Alba reign Next Procus glory of the Dardan strain Numitor â—apys Sylvius nam'd from thee Aeneas match'd in arms and piety If he at any time rule Alba. View Now thore brave youths and what great strength they shew These shall with civick wreaths their temples bound Nomentum Gabii Fidena found These Collatine towrs famous for chastity Shall raise ' mongst hils and proud Pometii And Inous city Bola Cora frame Thus cal'd hereafter now without a name Then Martial Romulus shall himself conjoyn Companion to his grandsire from the line Of great Assaracus whom Ilia bare Behold a double crown impails his hair Jove
this shall honour as himself dear son He shall to Rome give earths dominion Her fame to heav'n advance inclosing then Seven hils with wals happy with valiant men As Berecinthia crown'd with turrets rides Through Phrygian cities joyfull by her sides Her race of Gods a hundred she imbrac'd All heav'ns inhabitants supreamly plac'd But here bend both thine eyes this off-spring see Thy Roman Caesar Julius Progenie Must heav'ns great axe next scale this this the Prince That was so often promis'd thee long since Augustus Caesar sprung of Gods once more To Latium shall the golden age restore Where Saturn reign'd and stretch his proud command Past Garamant and Inde there lies a land Beyond the year and Sun where Atlas bears Heav'ns axeltree adorn'd with shining stars The Caspian and Meotick lands when he Draws nigh heav'ns oracles shall terrifie And Nile shall tremble in his seven fold streams Nor did Alcides know so many realms Though the swift stag and boar he did subdue And with his shafts in Lerna Hydra slew Nor conqu'ring Bacchus who joyn'd tygers bent With viney reins from Nisa's steep descent Doubt we to raise our glory then shall we Dispair to plant our selves in Italie What 's he far off grac'd with the olive bough Presenting offerings his white chin I know A Roman King whose laws first setled Rome And from small Curets a poor soyl shall come To great command next Tullus who shall break His countreys peace and sloathful People make Who knew no triumphs active in the Wan Next him comes Ancus one more haughty far And swoln with popular breath wouldst thou behold The Tar quine Princes and the mighty should Revengeful Brutus who the fasces had Sharp axes and was first a Consul made Who th'haplesse sire shall cause his son to die Raising new war for specious liberty How ere posterity the fact shall doome Him love of fame and 's countrey did o'recome The Decii Drusii stern Torquates see Camillus full of gold and victory But these behold whose like arms shine so bright Concording souls now hid in shady night Ah when they live what wars shall they maintain Opposing each what fights what numbers slain From the steep Alpes and the Meotick towers The sire descends the son brings Eastern powers Do not brave youth in such a war contend Nor with such force your countreys bowels rend But thou my blood who draw'st from heaven thy race First pitty and thy arms lay down Fam'd with Greek slaughters he a Conquerour shall From Corinth proudly to the Capitoll His chariot drive Argos Micene deface And shall revenge on great Achilles race Old Troy and temples which prophaned be Who could forget great Cato Gracchi thee Cossus or the thunderboults in Warre Those Scipio's who the Lybian conquerours were Temperate Fabricius or Serranus thee Holding the Plow where will the Fâ—bii me Ttansport thou Maximus the only man Who by delayes Romes fortune must regaine Others I grant shall mould respiring brasse And cut in marble a most lively face Some better plead and some Astronomers Describe heavens motion and the rising stars Be thou ambitious how to govern best In these arts Roman thou must be profest That we a peace well grounded may injoy Subjects to spare and Rebels to destroy Anchises said they wondring all the while Marcellus view glorious in wealthy spoyle This conquerour doth in vertue all orecome And shall in mightiest tumults calme great Rome The Punie wast and Gaules most rebel swarms And thrice to Romulus dedicate their arms Aeneas here for he a youth beheld March in bright arms whose personage exceld But with sad lookes and a dejected face Said who is this with him keeps equall pace Is he his son or one of of his great stock How like himselfe what noyse what suters flock But black night with sad clouds involves his head Then with abortive tears Anchises said Know not deare son great sorrowes of thy own This to the world by fates shall be but shown Then snatch'd away Romes stock too great had seem'd Should the Gods grant a gift so much esteem'd What grones from Mars his campe afflict great Rome Tyber when gliding by his new made tombe What funeralls wilt thou see nor any shall Like him who sprung from Troys originall Raise Latium's hope and never Roman earth Shall boast her selfe to foster such a birth Ah piety ancient faith th'unconquer'd hand None shall him arm'd with any power withstand Whether on foot he comes to charge his foe Or from his foamie steed makes blood to flow O youth to be lamented thou shalt be Marcellus if thou break'st thy destiny Handfuls of Lillys bring and purple flowers That I may strew this noble soul of ours And heap with gifts Thns through all parts they went And saw the vast aeriall continent Then with his son alone Anchises came And fires his mind with love of future fame After to him he did the War relate Laurentian people and Latinus state And how all toyles should be eschew'd or borne There are two gates of sleep the one is horne From whence with passage free true visions fly The other faire shines with bright Ivory This to the skies in sleep false Manes beares These whil'st to 's son and Sybill he declares Anchises lets him forth at Ivory gates He streight to 's Fleet went and reviews his mates And to Caieta came where then abode His navie and at anchor fafely roade THE SEVENTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE ARGUMENT MAny strange signes and prodigies declare A forraign Prince must wed th' Ausonian heire Aenas enters Latium threatned wants Turn'd to a jest the promis'd Land he plants And Embasies to King Latinus sends A peace is made Vext Juno stirs the Fiends And calls Alectos aid since heaven denies A tame deere kill d has bloody obsequies The Queen and Turnus spur'd by hellish charms From long peace Latium rous'd to impious arms ' Gainst th old Kings advice all streight ingage Janus gates open'd the fierce vulgar rage The Martiall list Camilla in the reare AVirgin march'd arm'd with a Myrtle speare ANd thou Aeneas nurse Caietae hast Given to our shoares a name by death shall last The place thy honour keeps seal'd with thy name Great Latium hath thy bones if that be fame But good Aeneas Funerall rites being paid Her Tombe high rear'd and swelling Seas alaid Hoysts sayle and leaves the port fresh gales arise With night nor the bright Moon his course denies But with a trembling splendor guilds the flood By the next lands Circaean coasts they stood In unpast groves there Sols rich daughter calls With usuall songs burning in sumptuous halls Sweet smelling cedar with nocturnall flame Running neat shutles through a curious frame Hence before night is heard the raging sound Of Lyons chaff'd refusing to be bound And bristled Boars hence Bears in collars storm And shapes of huge Wolves houle whose humane form The cruell Godesse Circe there invests With fierce aspects and chang'd to
maid and Inachus stood Where with rare art his urn poures forth a flood A cloud of foot did follow the whole strands Shield-bearing squadrons hide the Argive bands The Arunci Rutilii ancient Sicanie Sacrans and shields of painted Labici Those plow thy shores O Tyber people tills Sacred Numicus sow Rutilian hills Circaeus tops who Anxurs fields where Jove Commands and glad Feronias verdant grove Where black fend Satyr lies cold Vfens did Glide through deep vales and in the ocean hid Volscean Camilla march'd with these she leads Regiments of horse the Warrioresse precedes Bands bright in arms her female fingers are Not us'd to Pallas arts to cruel war The maid inur'd or in her swift course borne T'outstrip the winds and flie ore standing corn Nor bruise the tender ear she was so fleet Through sea to run nor dip her nimble feet From fields and houses youth and matrons haste How she with purple regal honour grac'd On her straight shoulders marching they behold Amaz'd how th'button knit her haire with gold Then how she did her Lycian quiver bears And tipt with steel her pastoral myrtle speare THE EIGHTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE ARGUMENT Aeneas is admonish'd by a dreame To seek Evanders aide up Tybers streame Arcadians solemnizing annual feasts Aeneas and the Trojans make their guests Cacus strange storie and Herculian rites The King Aeneas to his court invites Fair Venus with sweet love her husband charms And for her son obtains Vulcanian arms Evander Pallas sends t' Aeneas aide A league th' Hetrurians and the Trojans made Venus presents the arms a golden field With Roman victories charg'd adorn'd the shield AS Turnus had with warlike ensigns crown'd Laurentian towres and made shril trumpets sound As he the horse had rais'd and forc'd to arms Straight all disturb'd great Latium in alarms Together take an oath the fierce youth rave Mesaphus Vfens the prime conduct have With them Mezentius who the gods disdains Each where they presse and fields deprive of swains Venalus is sent to Diomede the great For aid and to declare the Trojans seat In Latium Aeneas who doth bring His conquered gods sayes fates decree him King That many people to the Trojans joyn His name in Italy spreads what his designe If fortune grant to him the hop'd event By war to Diomed is more evident Then can Latinus or King Turnus find Thus Latium stood Aeneas in his mind All these revolv'd tost with a flood of care When his swift thoughts divide now here now there And carried divers wayes through all things run As waters trembling light struck by the sun Or image of the radiant moon gainst brasse Now rais'd to heaven flies wide through euery place And to the seelings of high roofs is hurl'd 'T was night when weary creatures through the world Both beasts and birds soft slumber did relaxe When prince Aeneas under heavens cold axe Upon the shore his bosome fraight with cares Or the sad war late for repose prepares The genius of the place old Tyber rose From the glad stream amongst the pop'lar boughs Of finest canvase was his azure weed And his head cover'd with a shady reed And thus his cares asswag'd O race of gods Whem Troy hath brought from foes to our abodes Thou shalt for ever Pergamus protect Laurentian soyl and Latine fields expect Here are sure houses here thy certain seats Nor fear wars menacings all the rage and threats Of gods give place Nor think a dream vain fictions coyns for thou Under wild okes shalt find a mighty sow Pregnant her farrow thirty laid to rest A white sow a white issue at her breast There 's certain quiet there thy city build Ascanius shall thrice ten years circles fill'd There great nam'd Alba raise I speak things sure Now by what means thou conquerour mayst procure A present ayd list brief I shall declare Th' Arcadians here a race from Pallas are Who to these coasts led by Evander came And on these hills their city chose to frame From Pallas Pallanteum stil'd the place These war continuall with the Latine race With these associate leagues conjoyn with them I by my banks shall guide thee up the stream That thou with ores mayst stem the floods Arise O goddesse son with prayers bring sacrifice To Juno with the dawn her wrath allay With humble vowes Victor me honour pay I am whom thou beholdst whose full stream glides Washing these banks and fertile lands divides Blue Tyber heavens delight large walls for me And here a head to lofty seats must be This said the river dives into the deep And from Aeneas flies both night and sleep He rose and viewes the bright Suns Eastern beams Then in his hollow palms takes from the streams Water the use thus praying to the skies Laurentian nymphs nymphs where these floods arise O Tyber father with thy blessed wave At last receive me and from dangers save And wheresoere thou pitying of our woes Shalt glide most fair where ere thy water flowes Still I shall honour alwayes presents bring Horn'd flood of the Hesperian rivers king Oh now assist and give us present aid Two vessels from the fleet he chose this said And tackling fits his mates did oars provide When he behold the wondrous omen spide A white sow with as white a farrow laid And through the wood on a green bank survaid To thee to thee great Juno this he slew And with her issue altars did imbrue Tyber did all that night his swelling flood Appease his flowing waves in silence stood And his streams levels like a gentle lake That with their oars no strugling they should make They haste their course up with the tide they drove The waves admire and th'unfrequented grove Wonders when glittering shields far off they spide And painted galleys through the stream to glide They haste both night and day long reaches made And hid with trees cut through a pleasant shade Now the bright Sun had reach'd the middle sky When they far off did scatter'd houses spy And slender battlements with a little towre But now to heaven advanc'd by Roman power Then but a poor state King Evander had Sraight prores they turn and to the city made By chance th' Arcadian solemn rites that day To great Alcides and the gods did pay Before the Town Pallas his son was there All the prime youth and the poor Senate beare Incense and altars smoak with lukewarm blood As they tall ships saw through th' Opacus wood To haste with silent oars frighted they rise And at the sight forsook the sacrifice Bold Pallas all forbids to quit the board And hastens to them with a ready sword Then from a bank far off Sirs what cause made Ye tempt strange shores or whither bound he said What race whence come you bring ye peace or war Then did Aenaeas from his stern declare And in his hand the peaceful olive shewes Trojans and arms thou seest to Latines foes Who us exil'd inforce
drew And thus he said Where 's proud Mizentius now And that fierce courage made him once so bold But he as soon as heaven he did behold And coming to himself recoverd breath Why triumph'st thou proud foe and threatenst death May I not die Therefore I fought with thee Nor made my son such articles for me One thing if vanquisht foes gain suits I crave A burial I know my people have Me in disdain their fury oh prevent And grant my son and me one monument This said his throat receive th' expected blow And on his arms his soul in blood did flow THE ELEVENTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE ARGUMENT Mizentius trophey Pallas funerals Cessation made The King a councel cals Diomed's answer Venulus relates Drances and Turnus loud in hot debates Aeneas gives the City an alarm The King his Councel leaves and Latines arm Camilla's story Troops of horse maintain A doubtfull fight the bold Virago slain The Trojans flying Rutilie persue Turnus inform'd straight from his ambush drew Aeneas takes the passage then march'd down To th' open plain and lies before the town MEan while Aurora from the sea ascends Aeneas although care t'interre his friends The time requir'd much for their death dismaid Early his vows to heaven a conquerour paid A mighty oke depriv'd of bowes he plac d Upon a hill and with bright armour grac d The spoils of King Mizentius to be A trophie mighty God of war to thee His plumes bedewd with blood and broken lance And breast plate twelve times pierc'd he did advance Then to his friends triumphing for a guard They made about him he himself declar'd Most valiant Trojans the great work is done What now remains but that all feare we shun The proud Kings spoils here our first offering stands Mizentius now serves under our commands Next for Latinus walls let us prepare And boldly arm nor doubt the chance of war Lest for their stay any plead ignorance When first the Gods shall please we will advance Our standard and our army forth shall lead Nor for base fear let none excuses plead Mean while let 's beare our friends unto the grave The only honour which the dead can have Go those brave souls with solemn rites attend Whose blood for us hath purchased this land Put first on Pallas mournful obsequies wait And bear him to his fathers woful seat Whom from sweet life a cruel death did call Wanting no valour to sad funerall Weeping he said and to the herse he bends Where old Acetes Pallas corps attends Who when Evanders squire much honour won But not so happy waiting on his son Round him his servants and the Trojans were And Ilian dames sad with dishevel'd hair But when Aeneas enter'd a huge cry Beating their breasts they raise unto the sky And the whole court with loud complaining fild Soon as he had dear Pallas corps beheld And the wide wound upon his lovely breast With many tears his grief he thus exprest Brave youth when better fortune came did she For very spight deprive us straight of thee Lest thou shouldst see our conquest and return Unto thy fathers Court in triumph born I to Evander no such promise made At my departure when with mighty aid He me dismist and fearful did foresh ew We should incounter with a dangerous foe But now perhaps glad hope his mind doth raise And vows he makes with frequent sacrifice Whilst to the dead who 's not indebted now To any God vain honour we allow These are the promis'd triumphs thou shalt see Perform'd by us thy sons sad obsequie Thus I discharge my trust But no base wound Shall by Evander on his corps be found Nor shall he wish his life at honours cost What strength hath Latium and Ascanius lost This said to raise the sad corps he commands And sends a thousand chosen from the bands Who should attend his last solemnitie And with Evanders tears their sorrow Vie And to a mourning father comfort be Though small yet gratefull in great miserie Some busie joyning verdant Arbuts were And deck with oken leaves the stately Bier Then the sad hearse with boughs and branches shade Where on green rushes the brave youth they laid Such the pase Daffadill or Violet Pluck'd by a Virgins hand whose beauty yet And form remains though from the stalk now rent Their mother earth affords no nourishment The Prince two robes of gold and purple brought Which with her own hand beauteous Dido wrought And to Aeneas did present of old And mixt the curious web with purest gold Which for a hearse-cloth on the corps he laid Then with a vail his comely hair did shade And with Laurentian spoils did him adorn Bids what he won in order to be born And horse and arms were taken from the foe Then those to shades a sacrifice must go Quenching the cruell flame with luke-warm blood Their hands behind them bound prepared stood Next bids prime Captains hostile arms to bear And names of slaughter'd foes upon their spear They old Acetes led with grief opprest Tearing his hair beating his wofull breast Who falling down on th' earth extended lay They chariots stain'd with Rutile gore convay Ethon his horse in mourning next took place And weeping with great tears blubber'd his face This bore his lance and that his shining crest For Turnus being Couquerour spoil'd the rest The Trojans follow and the Tyrrhen Peers And sad Arcadians trailing of their spears Next all the mourners march'd in order on Then spake Aeneas with a heavy grone Now we must others mourn in battel fel Dear Pallas now eternally farewel For evermore adieu Nor more he said But to the wals of the high City made When from Latinus some were sent to treat With olive vail'd a breathing space to get That he would please the bodies of the slain Which now in heaps lay scatter'd on the plain They might interre for with the vanquished Should no contention be nor with the dead And those once stil'd his friends he now would spare Their suits which not to be rejected were Aeneas grants and did their fears asswage Sirs what strange fortune forc'd you to engage In such a war and us your friends to shun Seek you a peace for those in fight orethrown I 'de rather grant it unto them remain Nor had I come but that the fates ordain These seats for me nor had with you made war Your King left us for Turnus did declare 'T were fitter Turnus should in single fight Try't out himself if he would put to flight The Trojan bands and give the war an end Let him with me then hand to hand contend And let whom God and 's right hand favour live Go and your haplesse friends due funerals give Aeneas said whilst they stood all amaz'd And with deep silence on each other gaz'd Old Drances then who bore eternal spleen ' Gainst valiant Turnus did at last begin O Trojan great by fame greater by wars How
unto the sky And chang'd to birds 'bout rivers margents flie Oh! what sad troubles my companions found Whose doleful notes made woods and rocks resound Which since that time should have been fear'd by me When I inrag'd assail'd a Deitie And on fair Venus hand did leave a scar Seek not my aid not mine in such a war Troy's fallen nor more ' gainst Trojans will I fight Nor to remember ancient woes delight Those gifts you me present t' Aeneas bear We oft have fought and chang'd a dangerous spear Experience trust arm'd how would he advance With what a whirlwind would he throw his lance If two like him Idaean realms had bred Priam th' Inachian seats had conquered And Greece of her chang'd fortune had complain'd Whatever us at Troys strong wals detain'd Hector and he our victory with-held VVhilst ten long years their lingring periods fil'd Both bold most expert both in war but he Was most of all prefer'd for Piety Make Peace then as you can but still beware How you provoke such valiant men to war Now best of Kings his answer you have heard VVhat he concerning this great war declar'd Scarce these were said when a great mumur rose Of votes divided as when water flows Delay'd by rocks and floods imprison'd rore VVhilst thundring waves sound ' gainst the neighbouring shore VVhen all were setled and their noise allai'd Having the Gods besought Latinus said I won d and better we had thought of all Before rather then now a councel call VVhen round about our wals the enemie lies ' Gainst men undaunted sprung from Deities VVe have ingag'd whom nothing could debar Nor being vanquish'd will desist from war What hope you had from Diomed lay that by For and although but small you must relie Upon your selves You see how things now stand We 're lost your strength is all in your own hand I none accuse what force we could we brought And with the power of the whole realm 't was fought Now in my doubtfull mind what councels are I shall unfold and briefly will declare I have some ancient forrest lands which lie Nere Tyber west bordring on Sicanie Which the Aruncians and Rutilians plow Their worst is pasturage and their best the sowe Let all that tract and high-hils stor'd with pine The Trojans have and let us leagues conjoyn And them associates in our Kingdome call There let them dwell and build their Cities wall But if some other shore they 'd rather plant And leave our coast let s twenty vessels grant Built of Italian oke or more provide All our materials neer the rivers side But first let our Commissioners be chose Impowr'd with these Concessions to ompose A setled Peace and olive boughs to wear And let them Presents gold and ivory bear The nations honour gown and chair be sent Consult and help in this great exigent Then the same Drances vext with Turnus State With squinting envie spur'd and bitter hate Rich and most eloquent but cold in war Yet in debates a most grave Counsellor And one t'apppease sedition excellent Who from his mother sprung of high descent But in obscurity his fathers name He rose and with these words stirs up the flame Renowned King the matter now you state Is not obscure nor needs a long debate For all confesse to see what woes must fall Upon this realm yet dare not speak at all Let him free-voting grant and threats forbear By whose contrivements and crosse counsels are I le speak my mind though now he threaten death So many valiant Chiefs depriv'd of breath And now th' whole City drown'd in sorrow lies Whilst he provokes the Trojans and then flies Out-braving th' aire unto those gifts which thou Intendst upon the Trojans to allow Present one more this one Renowned Prince Nor be o recome by any violence That thou a sire thy daughter shouldst not give A worthy son that we in Peace might live But if our hearts have so much fear possest Let s sue to him and gain by our request The King his just prerogatives and law That we enjoy Ah! whither wilt thou draw This wretched people to their ruining O thou of Latiums woe the source and spring In war's no safety All crave peace from thee Turnus and th' only pledge of amitie I whom thou calst a foe nor do I care Behold petition first Thy nation spare Worsted give ore slaughter too much we'have seen And our large country hath devasted been But if that honour and thy strength excite And if the royal dowre thy soule invite Something attempt to meet the foe provide Yes Turnus so may gain the royal bride We poor unburied souls multitudes lie About the field and have no obsequie But thou if thou hast honour if thou hast The prowesse which thy ancestors did boast Behold who dares thee forth Vex'd with these words a deep groan passage made From Turnus breast and highly mov'd he said Drances th' hast still full regiments of words When war craves deed Thou first of summon'd Lords Appear'st but speeches will not serve these courts Which safe thou utter st whilst our walls and ports Keep out the foe nor trenches flow with blood With flashy eloquence then thunder loud And charge thou me of flight when thou dost send So many Trojans to untimely end Grac'd with such trophies now thy valour try Nor far off need we seek the enemy Behold eachwhere about the walls they throng Come charge why stay we thus Thy fluent tongue And flying feet in those thy martial strength Hath alwayes been Was I repuls'd base man turn'd I my face Will any lay on me so high disgrace Who Tyber saw with Trojan blood to swell How with Evanders house his whole stock fell When from the field disarm'd th' Arcadians ran Pandar and Bitias found me no such man When I shut in with hostile works and wals To hell did send so many funerals In war no safety Tell the Trojan so And thy own party Use all cunning too Vain fears to raise and the twice vanquish'd race Their power extoll but Latin arms disgrace At Phrygian forces now Greek Princes shake Now Diomed and fierce Achilles quake From th' Adriatick Aufidus retreats And when the timorous feins to dread our threats On us layes scandals by pretended fear Nor shalt thou lose that soul of thine forbear To tremble thus by this hand let it rest With thee and dwell within that narrow breast Now Sir to you and your command great Prince If in our arms you have no confidence If so we are deserted lost oreborn By one defeat nor fortune will return With unarm'd hands for peace let us intreat But oh were any antient valour yet He seems to me the happiest of all In that last fight and the most noble soul Who would not live to see such things brought forth But rather dy'd and dying bit the earth Yet we have wealth and yet unbroken bands And we have aide through all th
Ausonian lands Nor can the Trojans blood-lesse victory boast They have their funerals and as many lost Why then at first so poorly lose we ground And tremble ere we hear the trumpet sound The various work of time and many days Often affairs from worse to better raise Fortune reviewing those she hath cast down Sporting restores again unto their crown Will not Aetolians give their aid to us Messapus will and rich Tolumnius And prime Commanders many more will send Nor small fame on Laurentian Lords attend Camilla of the noble Volscean line Leads troops of horse who all in armour shine If me to fight the Trojan doth command And I alone the common good withstand So far from me victory not took her flight I should refuse for such a prize to fight I 'le meet him had he great Achilles charms And let him have like him Vulcanian arms To you great King this life I Turnus now Second to none of my great fathers vow Aeneas cals me forth that he may call Is my desire nor Drances rather shall Whether it be the wrath of deities Appease by death or glory win the prize Whilst these hard questions thus debared were With differing votes the Trojan Prince drew near Which to the Court a speedy messenger brought And with strange terror the whole city fraught All are distracted but the vulgar rage Whom no small Provocations did ingage Arme arme they cry the youth are mad for Arms The old men silent mourn here there alarms With factious tumults mix'd ascend the sky As when by chance a flock of sea-fowl flie To lofty groves or when loud swans do go Sounding through murmuring lakes to pleasant Poe. On this occasion Sirs then Turnus sayes Call counsels yes and Peace thus sitting praise Whilst they the town invade Nor more he spoke But streight the hall and lofty Courts forsook Volusus draw forth now thy Voscean force And dear Messapus let thy Rutile horse Joyn'd with thy brothers march to th' open plain Let some make good the gates and towrs maintain Those in my conduct forth with me shall go Straight to the wals the towns whole forces flow The king his councell and designe forsook And vex't with stirs for better times did look Blaming himself that he did not declare The Trojan Prince his son and make his heir Some trench the gates these Pallisado round For war loud trumpets bloody signals sound Women and children to the wals are sent All must assist in this great exigent When bearing gifts the sad Queen with a train Of matrons went to Pallas lofty fane Next her the virgin fair Lavinia goes Those eyes dejected had procur'd such woes The matrons enter and the quire perfume And with sad voices from high portals come Pallas arm'd virgin Patronesse of war O break thy self the Phrygian Pirats spear Most warlike maid tumble him to the ground And near our gates give him his deadly wound Whilst Turnus for the battel arms in haste And rough with brazen scales straight on he brac'd Rut ilian arms and golden cuishes tide His head unarm'd a sword girds to his side Shining in gold then quits the lofty towres And in his hope the enemy devoures So when a horse flies out in broken reins And stables left enjoyes the open plains Either through meads he seeks a stud of mares Or to accustom'd watering repairs Wanton his head erected loud he neighs His mane upon his neck and shoulder plays Camilla meets him with her Volscean force And bravely in the gates leaps from her horse Then all the squadrons imitate the maid And quit their steeds Bold Turnus then she said If any confidence of the valiant be To charge the foe I dare and promise thee Alone the Tyrrhen horsmen to defie Grant that I first may charge the enemy Let your force guard the walls Then Turnus said Fixing his eye upon the valiant maid Bold Virgin glory of Ausonia These great obligements how shall I repay But now since all the danger of the war Thy soul contemns with me the honour share Aenaeas as fame tels and scouts inform Through th'plains light-horse hath sent to give th' alarm Whilst from the rocks and mountains he comes down With the main body to assault the town An ambush in the woods I have design'd And in the passe the hedges strongly lin'd Messapus shall and Tyburt march with thee And to thy care shall the whole conduct be Messapus and the other Leaders so Encouraged they march against the so There is a winding vale for feats of war And ambush fit the dark sides sheltred are With a thick wood where leads a narrow path Through a strait passe and dangerous entrance hath Above the valley in the mountains heights Lay unfrequented plains and safe retreats If on the right or left thou wouldst come on Or guard the top and huge stones tumble down Mean while Diana from superior seats Swift Opis cals one of her virgin mates And sacred train and thus her grief declares The maid Camilla goes to cruel wars And with our arms she girds her self in vain More dear to us then any of our train Nor new acquaintance takes me with her love Which doth the mind with sudden sweetnesse move Metabus drove from 's realm by force and hate When he Privernus left his antient seat Scaping through fierce alarms of cruel war With him the infant did companion bear And from her mothers name the change but small Casmilla did the child Camilla call Her in his lap he seeks the highest parts Of desert woods opprest with cruel darts Which from each side came from the Volscean ranks When Amasenus had oreflown his banks And with a huge showre swelling hindred him He careful of his charge prepar'd to swim Delaid with her dear love all means revolves And suddenly at last on this resolves The warriour then in his strong hand did beare Of solid oke a huge and knotty speare His daughter swadling up in cork-tree rinds Fast to the middle of his lance he binds Then poising it in 's large hand thus he praid Great Queen of forrests blest Latonian maid To thee the father doth this handmaid vow Bearing thy arms through skies a suppliant now To scape the foe Goddesse receive thy own Which to th' inconstant winds is left alone Thus having said with mighty strength he flung The sounding spear the swelling billows rung And poor Camilla the wing'd javelin bore Ore the swift stream safe to the other shore But Metabus as th' enemy drew neer Swam ore the river pulling with the spear The maid ' Diana's Votresse from the shore Nor dwelt he in wall'd towns or cities more Displeas'd with vulgar rage and popular strife But in high mountains led a shepherds life Where in dark caves and groves the child he fed And with the milk of wild mares fostered Draining betwixt her prety lips the teat When she her tender feet to ground could set He loads her hand with a sharp