neither known The Gods in loves High court pity their rage That thus poor mortals should themselves ingage Here Venus sits there cruell Iuno stands And pale Tisiphone raves amidst the bands But here Mizentius a huge javeline shakes And to the field highly incensed makes So tall Oryon through the swelling tides Marcheth on foot the waves scarce reach his sides Or when he stalks more proudly on dry land Bringing from hils an old ash in his hand Whilst his proud head amongst the clouds he hides So in his mighty arms Mizentius prides Aeneas having spi'de him through the bands Marches against him He undaunted stands Waiting th'approach of his magnanimous foe And having took the measure of his throw This hand which is my God and this my spear Which now I poise grant your assistance here That cruell Pirates spoils and arms I now For thee a trophie dearest Lausus vow This said at him he cast his sounding lance But the swift spear did from his target glance And far from thence through noble Anthor run This was great Hercules companion Who sent from Argos with Evander staid And his abode now in Ausonia made Thus hurt he fals and haplesse views the skies Remembring his dear Argos as he dies His javelin then valiant Aeneas threw Which through his brazen quilted target flew Where three bull-hides tan'd did their force conjoyn And fast it stuck in bold Mizentius groyn Whose strength now fails soon as Aeneas saw The Tyrrhens blood straight he his sword did draw And whilst he was astonish d rusheth on This Lausus viewing fetch'd a heavy grone For his dear father and salt tears he sheds Here thy sad death and most renowned deeds If antient stories have related truth I shall not silence O most noble youth Mizentius hurt began some ground to yield Drawing the hostil weapon from his shield Lausus steps in and brought his father aid And took the blow which fierce Aeneas made On his own shield receives him with delays At which a shout his glad companions raise Whilst the hurt father from the fight withdrew Defended by his son Iavelins they threw And ' gainst the foe their lances thick discharge Aeneas rag'd protected with his targe As when a showre descends of hail and rain Straight all the husbandmen forsake the Plain Under dry roofs himself the traveler saves Or shelters under bancks or rockie caves Until the storm is o're that when the Sun Returns he may perfect the work begun So was Aeneas overwhelm'd with darts Bearing the tempest thundring from all parts And Lausus he rebukes now menaceth The bold youth thus why hastenst thou thy death And dost so much above thy strength assay Thy Piety fond youth doth thee betray But he no lesse rashly himself ingag'd At which the Dardan Prince extreamly rag'd And now â—is thread of life the fates had span In him to th'hilts his sword Aeneas ran And through the threatners shield and arms it pass'd And coat his mother with pure gold had grac'd I lood drown'd his breast his soul her Progresse makes Down to pale shades and the cold corps forsakes But when his face great Anehisiades And cheeks now wonderfully pale espies He stretch'd his hand then sigh'd with grief opprest And now his fathers love affects his breast Saying poor youth what fame for thee is due What worthy gift shall I bestow on you Take thy lov'd arms if those thou dost regard And with thy Royall Parents be interr'd This comfort have in thy sad funeral That thou by great Aeneas hand didst fall Then checks his lingring friends himself before Raising him up his hair defil'd with gore Mean while his father at the crystal streams Of Tyber cleans'd his wound and eas'd his limbs Against a tree on which his helm he hung And on the grasse his pondrous armour flung A choice guard round panting his neck did rest Which bowing with his beard cover'd his breast Then asks for Lausus and oft sends to find And call him off since 't was his fathers mind But the dead youth his friends in sorrow drown'd Bore on a shield slain by a mighty wound Far off the crie his soul presaging knew Then on his silver hair rowl dust he threw And both his hands at once to heaven he heaves Then thus complaining to the body cleaves Dear son was life to me so sweet that thou Whom begot for me shouldst suffer now Must I thy father draw this vital breath Sav'd by thy wounds and live by thy sad death O let me now to woful exile go Since I behold this wound this fatall blow Oh son my acts have blasted thy renown Expuls'd by malice from my throne and crown 'T was I should suffer in this hatefull strife And many deaths pay for this wicked life Yet still I live view heaven converse with man But I le forsake them all Then he began Thus saying to raise his feeble thigh from ground And though it fail'd him with so great a wound Undaunted he commands his horse provide This was his comfort this his only pride On this through all his fights did Conqueror go To whom he spake declaring thus his woe Of long life Phoebus we have had the proof If any time to mortals were enough Either we must Aeneas head this day And bloody spoils in triumph bear away Revenging Lausus or if fates deny Assistance we will both together die For sure most valiant Steed thou'lt not admit A Trojan rider nor a strangers bit Thus having spoke up sad Mizentius gets And soon himself in comely manner seats Then both his hands did with sharp javelins load On his bright helm whole mains of horses fload And straight he marches up whilst mighty shame Grief and distraction did his soul inflame Love provokes rage and losse of honour all Then thrice aloud did for Aeneas call The Trojan knew the voice and thus he pray'd So may great Jove and Phoebus now perswade That thou begin the fight And praying with a dreadful spear march'd on But he why hast thou rob'd me of my son Most cruell man and terrifiest me thus Since no way else thou hadst to ruine us Nor fear we death nor any God regard Leave of thy prayers to die I come prepar'd But first these legacies I le on thee bestow This said he cast a javelin at the foe Another after then another flings And swiftly wheels about in mighty rings Aeneas shield receives them thrice he goes About him standing and sharp lances throwes Three times the Trojan turning where he stood Bore on his brazen shield a mighty wood Vext with delay and plucking from his targe So many spears and with the dangerous charge Plotting all means at last he did advance And through his horses head he sent his lance Who rising then beats with his feet the skies And tumbling backward on his rider lies Oppressing much his arm extended out Trojans and Latines send to heaven a shout In leaps Aeneas and his bright sword
Medians more their Prince obey Whil'st their King lives they all agree in one But dead the publick faith is overthrown They make the Common wealth a spoyle and rend Their Waxen Realms his life did all defend They honour him and with a martiall sound Circle about and strongly guard him round Bear on their back twix'd him and death they stood And purchas'd noble funerals with their blood From these examples some there are maintain That Bees derive from a celestiall strain And heavenly race they say the Deity Is mix'd through earth the Sea and lofty skie Hence men and beasts both wilde and tame derive And what so ere by breathing air survive To this they after are dissolv'd and then Return'd assume first Principles agen Nor is there place for death their spirits fly To the great stars and plant the lofty skie But if their narrow Courts thou mean'st to spoyle And seiz the treasure of the honey pile Water with silence in their chambers spout And with your hand extended smoke them out Twice they swarme yearly twice a large increase Their harvest brings first when the Pleiades Her sacred brow above the earth doth shoot And spurnes the scorned Ocean with her foot Or when that star from watery signes retires And sad in stormy waves conceases her fires But when incens'd their anger knows no mean For if you hurt them they inspire a bane And in the bodie fix'd their Javelins leave And where they give the wound their death receive But fear'st thou cruell winter and wouldst spare Pittying their broken mindes and sad affair Who doubts to cut them wax and to persume With thyme for oft base Lizards spoyle the coomb And the blinde Beetle wasts the precious hoard â—â—nd Drones free-quartered at anothers board Or cruell Wasps charge with unequalâ— arms Or the Moths eating generation harmes Or else Minerva's hatefull Spider sets About their Pallace gates intangling nets How much by fortune they exhausted are So much they strive their ruines to repair Of their falne Nation and they fill th' Exchange Adorning with the choicest flowrs their grange But if since Bees know our calamities Their bodies languish in a sad disease Which thou by signes to manifest mayst know Their looks are chang'd and their dejected brow Paleness deforms when they to shades descend In order wofull funerals they attend Or else they mourn lingering about the dore Or in their chambers privately deplore Till they with hunger and stiffe cold grow numb Then sadder notes are heard a dolefull hum As when rough Auster murmurs through the woods Or as loud waves rore with incensed floods Or dreadfull flames rage pent in furnaces To burn Galbanian odour I 'le advise And bring the mourners honey in a cane T' intice the wretches to known food again Juice of Oke-apples mix'd with Roses dride And richest wine with fire well purifi'de To these Cecropian thyme and Centaurie joyne And grapes which dangle on th' Psythian vine There is a flower which grows in meadow ground Swaines call Amello easie to be found Which golden like a mighty grove doth sprout But the thick leaves that shade it round about Are clad in purple which the Altars oft Imbraceth with sweet wreathes and garlands soft Sharp in the taste wise Shepherds gather them In flowrie vales neer Mellas sacred stream The root of these they mix with Bacchus blood And at their gates leave plenty of this food But should the whole stock faile not one remain From whom they should derive their house again Th' Arcadians rare invention we must here Remember who with blood of a slaine steer Oft Bees restor'd I will recount it all And tell the story from th' originall Where happy people plant Canopus soyl And dwell neer spreading streams of flowing Nile And through their Countrey painted vessels rowes And where the stream from the tan'd Indian flowes Which borders nigh the quiver'd Persian land And verdant Aegypt mailes with fruitfull sand Then spreading doth in seven large channels part These Nations all are confident in this art First take a little place for that use chose Then tile it and with narrow wals inclose And let there be four windows next design'd With oblique lights made from each severall winde Then take a steer grac'd with a branching top Of two year old his breath and nostrils stop And whil'st he struggles him with beating kill That the sound hide his dissolv'd bowels fill Thus dead they leave it shut and under lay Green branches thyme and freshest Cassia This must be done when Zephire calms the main Before the Meads blush with new flowrs again Ere her high nest the chattering Swallow makes Whilst in young bones the cherish'd humour takes Then moving Creatures wonderous to behold First without feet then sounding wings unfold Then boldly by degrees to heaven they tower And sallie forth thick as a summer showre Or as a cloud of arrows in their flight When the bold Parthians are ingag'd in fight What God ô Muse this strange art did invent From whence had man this new experiment When Aristhaeus left sweet Tempe's coast His Bees by famine and diseases lost Sad standing at the sacred fountains head Complaining much he to his mother said Mother Cyrene who commands these floods Why me the noble offspring of the Gods If Phoebus is my Sire as you declare Bor'st thou the scorne of Fate where is your care Thou gav'st me hope that I in heaven should reign But now those honours mortall life sustain Of corne and herds got by such toyle and care I now must loose though you my Mother are Goe and my fertile groves thy self annoy And burn my stalls with fire my corne destroy Hew down and spoyle my vinyards if to thee So grievous are those honours granted me Under the streams soft bed his Mother heard Whil'st round her Nymphs Milesian wool did card Staind with rich green Drimo and Xantho faire Philodoce and Ligea their bright haire Upon their snowie necks dishevel'd lay Spio Nisaee Cymodoce and Thalia Lycorias Cydipe a virgine one The other had pangs of Lucina known Clio and Beroe both to th' Ocean borne VVhom gold and curious mantles did adorne Ephyre and Ophis Asian Diope And Arethusa swift her arms laid by Amongst these Climene did vain cares relate Of Vulcan those sweet thefts and Mars deceit Gods many loves from Chaos did rehearse VVhil'st they their soft webs ply pleas'd with the verse Aristaeus grief then pierc'd his mothers ear All on their crystall seats amazed were But Arethusa first her golden head Advancing from a swelling billow said Dear sister not in vain we troubled are VVith such a sad complaint thy chiefest care Poore Aristaeus at his fathers streams Stands weeping and thy cruelty condemns Then said his mother struck with suddain fear Hast hast and shew him in he may repair To the Gods Court then bids the waves divide To make her Son a passage on each side Billows like Mountains stand then she receives
obey'd Bore gifts to Carthage and Achates led When he came in the Queen was plac'd in state On golden beds and in the mid'st she sate Aeneas and the Trojan Captains met And raised high they on spread scarlet set The servants water bring and serv'd up bread In chargers some neat fringed towels spread And fifty Dames to serve the bill of fare Had charge within and Inscence to prepare A hundred more with youth of like age grac'd Tables with dishes and the goblets plac'd Through joyfull halls in throngs the Tyrians prest Commanded on imbrodered couches rest Aeneas gifts th'admire Julus prais'd At th' Gods bright looks and feigned words amaz'd The robe and curious yaile they much commend But Dido destin'd to a wofull end Could not be satisfi'd burning at the sight The Boy and presents equally delight Aeneas neck when he imbracing held And the great love of a wrong Father fil'd He Courts the Queen she strange affection shews Fixing her eyes lays in her lap nor knows What God betrai'd a wretch but Cupid is Mindfull of Venus blotting by degrees Sychaeus out and tries with lively love Fix'd thoughts and resolutions to remove After the feast was ended all tooke downe They mighty goblets place and Bacchus crowne The ample Pallace rung with noyses mix'd And shining lamps to golden roofes were fix'd Bright torches vanquish the dark night with fires Here rich with jems and gold the Queen requires A bowle with wine which Belus us'd and all From Belus sprung then silence through the hall O Jove for thou giv'st lawes to every guest To Tyrian Trojans let this day be blest And still observ'd by our posteritie Glad Bacchus and good Juno present be You favouring Tyrians keep this feast she said And flowing honour on the table paid Then having gently kist the swelling cup Gav 't Bitias he the full gold soon turns up And drench'd himselfe in the overflowing draught Next other Peers What greatest Atlas taught On 's golden harpe long hair'd Iopas playes Sols labours and the moons inconstant wayes Whence man and beasts whence showers and lightning sprung Wet kids Arturus Northern bears he sung Why winters suns haste so to touch the maine And what delaies the tardie might restraine Tyrians and Trojans praise with one consent But the slovv night unhappy Dido spent In various discourse and long love quast Oft asks of Priam and of Hector oft Novv in vvhat arms Aurora's off-spring came Of Diomeds horse now of Achilles same My guest from first originall relate Greeks trecheries she said and your own fate And wandrings since for now seaven years hath tost You on all shores and drove to every coast THE SECOND BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE ARGUMENT APollo's priest the Trojan horse assailes Sinons false storie with seigned tears prevailes Laocoon and his sonnes by serpents slame The horse drawn in the Greeks return againe The City taken by their stratageme Aeneas riseth from a troubled dreame And gathers aid resistance makes in vaine The Pallace burnt Polites Priam slaine Through sword and fire Veuus her son convaies Glad Omens raise Anchises from delaies Creusa lost Aeneas from Troys sack Ascends mount Ide his father on his back ALl silent and with deep attention sate Then thus the Prince spake from his bed of State Unheard-of grïefs great Queen you bid renew How Troys unhappy Realm the Greeks o're-threw Whose sad destruction I my self have seen And in her losse have no small sharer been Which of the Dolops Myrmidons or fierce Ulysses souldier such things to rehearse Could tears refrain and now the dewie night â—s almost spent rest setting stars invite But if that you desire our chance to know And briefe would hear Troys finall overthrow Though at the thought such horror I within My wounded soule concerve yet I le begin Broken by war now many sliding years And forc'd by fate at length the Graecian Peers A horse frame like a mountain by divine Minerva's art the sides with wrought firre joyne They for return feigne vowes wide spreads that fame Here secretly by lot in the darke frame Choice men th'inclose and full the Caverns large And the huge bellie with arm'd Souldiers charge In sight lay Tenedos the I le well knowne By fame and rich whilst Priam held the Crowne Now but a bay to Ships a faithlesse rode Here they arriv'd in desart shores abode We thought them gone and for Mycene steer'd Therefore all Troy from her long griefe was cleer'd Gates opend to behold Greeke Camps they joyd To visit coasts forsooke and places voyd Here Dolops fierce Achilles there abode Here they joyn'd battell there the Navie rode Some wonder at chast Pallas gift accurst And the huge horse admire Thymetes first Bids draw't within the wall place in the fane Either by fraud or such Troys fates ordaine But Capys and the graver heads advise Those gifts suspected and Greeke treacheries To drown i' th' Sea and in the flames consume Or vast caves pierce and trie the hollow wombe Th' inconstant route in sides divided be Laocoon first with a great companie From a high tower ran chafing then from far What madnesse this thinke you Greeke presents are Without deceit believe the foe is gone O wretched men is thus Ulysses known Either in this inclosed Graecians hide Or ' gainst our walls this Engine they provide To view our houses and the towne to force Some deceit lurks Dardans trust not this Horse What ere it is Greeks bringing gifts I feare This said with huge strength he a mighty speare At the beasts side and crooked belly flung Trembling it fix'd the mighty Caverns rung The Bulke being struck and hollow grown within Had fate so pleas'd had we not senslesse been He had Argolick dens with steele constrain'd Now Troy had stood and Priams high Towers remain'd Behold mean while the Dardan Sheep-heards bring One bound with mighty clamours to the King Who unknowne fieely yeelds this plot to lay That he the towne might to the Greeks betray Bold and prepar'd for both or to procure His ends or most assured death indure From all parts joyn'd the youthfull Trojans flock Glad to behold by turnes the captive mock Receive Greeks treacheries now and from one crime Learn all For as amidst troubled disarm'd he stands And casts his eyes round on the Phrygian bands Ah what land now or what sea entertaines A wretch he said for poore me what remains Who have no place in Greece Trojans incens'd Expect with blood now to be recompenc'd With which complaint our minds are chang'd all rage Comprest we bid him tell his Parentage What news how they might trust him captive made Then casting off all fear at length he said All truths what ere to thee great King will I Confesse nor that I am a Greeke deny This first though cruell fortune Synon hath Made wretched thus she cannot false of faith If you have heard of Palamedes name From Belus sprung his glory great by fame Whom innocent
falsly the Greeks accus'd And by strange law because he war refus'd Condemn'd to die and him now dead lament Hither at first me my poore father sent In arms with him companion neere of blood Whilst safe he was at home and his realms stood By counsell we bore also name and state But afterward by slie Ulysses hate I speak things known he to the pale shades went Griev'd I my life in woe and darknesse spent And mourn'd alone losse of my injur'd friend Nor soolish held my tongue what chance attend If native Greece I ere touch conqueror I vow'd revenge with words sharp malice stir Hence my first woes hence Ithacâ—s gave out New crimes to fright spreads ' mongst the vulgar rout Ambiguous words conscious plots new designes Nor rests till Chalcas in his project joynes Why triviall things recount I thus in vain Wherefore delay if all the Graecian strain You in one listesteem enough is told Now let me suffer this Ulysses would This with much treasure would Atrides buy Then we grow earnest to know how or why Of such plots ignorant and Pelasgian art Who trembling thus proceeds with feigned heart To raise their siege the Graecians oft desir'd And Troy forsake by flight with long war tir'd And would they had whom ready storms at Sea Did oft shut in and rough winds terrifie But more since we with ample beams did forme This horse all heaven did thunder vvith a storme Perplex'd to th' Oracle Euryphilus We sent who these sad answers brought to us The winds you first appeas'd with virgin blood When first for Trojan shores you Grecians stood With blood you must and a Greeke sacrifice Gain your return When through the Camp this flies Amazed through their bones shot trembling feare Whom Phoebus meant for whom such fates prepare Ulysses here with great stir mid'st the bands From Prophet Calchas asks the Gods Commands Th'artists dire plot many did to me Foretell and wisely did the event foresee Silent ten dayes he cunning did refuse Any to name and the sad Victime choose At last forc'd by Ulysses clamors he Breaks silence and to th' altars destins me They all assent what each himself did feare Turn'd to the ruine of one wretch they beare Now came the fatall day rites are design'd Salt fruit they bring my browes with garlands bind I grant I broke my bonds fcapt death by flight And hid with reeds in a foule lake all night I lay till they set saile if so they would No hope is left my Country to behold Sweet Children or deare father now which may For my escape be cal'd sad mulcts to pay And my crime expiat with their own death You by the gods by sacred truth by faith Inviolate I pray if any be ' Mongst mortalls yet pitty my miserie Pitty a wretch so great injustice beares We grant both life and pitty to his teares And Priam first his mannacles to ease And chains Commands and courteously said these Who ere thou art forget the Graecians gone Thou shalt be ours but now these truths make known Why plac'd they this huge horse who authours are What would they sacred i' st or worke of war Then skil'd in arts and Graecian treacheries His hands unbound he raiseth to the skies Eternall fires you powers from violence free Altars dire swords I scap'd my witnesse be And the Gods wreaths which me your offering crown'd Now from our sacred oath I am unbound Now I may hate the Greeks and all things hid Disclose nor hath our Countreys lawes forbid If thou keep promise if thou Troy prove true If truths if great things I repay to you The Greeks chiefe hopes and confidence was laid Since first this war begun in Pallas aid But since that impious Diomed conjoyn'd With Ithacus who all curst plots design'd Fatall Palladium from the sacred fane Entring they snatch'd the high towers warders flaine Tooke the blest image and with bloody hand Rudely the virgin fillets then prophan'd The Graecian hopes ran backward and declind Broken their strength a verse the Goddesse mind Nor gave she fignes by doubtfull prodigies Scarce plac'd within our campe her burning eyes Shine with bright flames and from her body flows Salt sweat and wondrous thrice from ground she rose Bearing her target and her trembling speare Calchas cries streight to Sea they must repaire Nor Graecian arms should conquer Troy unlesse The Omens and the Power return to Greece Which they with them to Sea in vast keels brought Native Micene now with faire winds is sought Arms Gods and friends prepar'd remeasuring Seas Soone they returne thus Calchas ordered these This being advis'd they for Palladium left For th'injur'd Power to expiate the theft This mighty frame Calchas bid reare so high And ribd with oke commands to touch the skie Lest it within your ports or walls attaine Lest her old love it should your Nation gaine But if Minerva's gift you violate Great woes which may the Gods on them translate The Phrygians shall and Priams Realms attend But by your hands if this your feats ascend Asia ' gainst Greece shall mighty wars maintaine And for our off-spring shall those fates remaine Thus perjur'd Sinons craft beliefe prepares And vanquish'd those with fraud and feigned tears Whom neither Diomed Achilles nor A thousand Ships could tame nor ten years war But now a chance fell out of greater dread And their distracted minds astonish'd In stead of Neptunes priest the annuall due A bull Laocoon at the Altar slew Behold from Tenidos two huge Serpents came I shake to mention through calme Seas they swam And took the deep to shore at once they bend Their breasts erected bloody necks extend Above the floods their sterns divide the maine Winding long backs with a voluminous traine The fomie brine resounds to shore they came Their burning eyes speckled with blood and flame And bissing mouths lick with a brandish'd tongue Pale at the sight we fly they march along Laocom seeke and first the slonder wast Of his two Sons the winding Snakes imbrac'd And on the childrens wretched members fed Next him for aide with weapons furnished They seiz'd bind with huge spires and now twice could About his waste twicescaly backs infold His neck above his head tall creasts they reare With both his hands he strives those knots to teare And with foule blood and gore his garlands dies And to the Stars at once rais'd horrid cries So rores a hurt Bull having Altars fled And the incertain axe shooke from his head But the two Serpents to the high Fane went And crawling to sterne Pallas temple bent Under the Goddesse feet and targe hide Then through our trembling breasts strange terrors glide The Trojans say Laocoon had his due Who at the sacred Oke his javlin threw And at the side did cast an impious speare All cry to sacred seats the image beare And on the Goddesse call We break our Rampiers and our Walls divide All ply the worke cords to the neck
I wish and not so obvious unto Greece If ere I enter Tyber fields adjoyn'd To Tyber view and wals to us design'd Then seats allide nations one blood with us Having one fate one father Dardanus Latium and Epire both one Tro shall be And to our sonnes we shall these lawes decree From thence by neighbouring Ceraunia we By sea short courses steere to Italy Mean while Sun set dark mountains shades invest Wee neere the Sea on earths lov'd bosome rest Our oars being ship'd dispierc'd along the shores Repos'd deep sleep our wearied limbs restores Night drove by th' houres scarce reach'd the middle skies When carefull Palinurus did arise Explores all gales the winds tries with his eares And notes each starre which glide in filent sphears He the wet Kids Arcturus did behold The Triones and Orion arm'd with gold After he saw serene and setled skies He from his sterne the signall gave we rise Our course we stand and our furld cnnvasse spread Blushing Aurora rose the stars now fled When obscure hills from farre low Italy we Descry Achates first cryes Italy With a glad shout Italy haile out men A Goblet crown'd my sire Anchises then Fills with rich wine and calls the Deities Plac'd on the lofty sterne Lords of the tempests Gods of earth and seas Propitious breath blesse with faire winds the way The wish'd gale rose then opens straight the bay The Temple and Minerva's towers appeare My mates strike sayle their prowes to shore they steer Bow-bent the Port lay to the Easterne flood Dash'd with the brine high cliffes opposing stood ' Mongst towring Rocks this douhle guarded lyes In bayes obscure from shore the temple flies Here our first signe foure horses I beheld Grasing about whose whitenesse snow exceld My sire then said faire soyle thou war dost beare These are for battell horses threaten war But yet in Chariots they accustom'd joyne With curbing reins of peace a hopefull signe And here we armed Pallas did implore Who first receiv'd us joyfull on this shore In Phrygian vailes we at the Aitars stand Of Argive Juno Helenus command With care performe and her due honours pay Our vowes in order finish'd no delay But to hal'd bowlings yards and canvasse yeelds Greeke seats we fly and leave suspected fields Herculian Tarents bay if fame be true We saw oppos'd divine Lacinia view Cauloni towers wrack Scylacaeum rose Then farre from sea Sicilian Aeina shews Huge groning of the waves beat rocks from far We heare and broken thunderings at the bar Sholes rage the sands with billows mix at this Anchises said here sure Charybdis is Those Rocks sung Helenus and horrid shores Haste helme alec and stoutly ply your oars They doe as bid first Palmurus stood Steering his prow unto the lar-board flood With winds and ores that course the whole Fleet lay Heaven we advance to in the crooked bay Then sinke to hell with a descending wave Three groans the cliffes and rocky caverns gave Thrice breaking fome we saw the Planets wet We weary whilst the winds with Phaebus set By unknown shores of the Cyclopians glide The Port within was safe from storms and wide But Aetna with torne ruins thunders neere Black clouds he throws oft through the Hemisphere Smoke blazing sparks in pitchy whirle-winds rise And globes of flame exalted kisse the skies Oft rocks torne bowels of the mountaine vent And liquid stones belcht to the firmament Break thick with grones heats from the deep aspire Fame is Enceladus halse burnt with fire This hill deprest above huge Aetna laid These flames he breaths through tunnells broke convei'd And when he weary turns all Sicilie With murmure shakes and smoke involves the sky That night woods shelter'd us huge monsters there We heard nor causes of those founds appeare For no star shone nor were the Poles alowd Aetheriall light all heaven was in a clowd The Moon in nights tempestious vapors hid Aurora from the East now rising did Remove moist shadowes and the day began When from the woods a strange and unknown man Sudden appear'd pinde spent wretchedly poor Raising his hands came suppliant to the shore We view him direly fowle o're-grown his beard His coat thornes pin'd the rest a Greeke appear'd Who native armes against Troy had borne When he The Trojan habits and our armes did see Something affrighted at the first he staid And fix'd remaind then to the shore he made With tears and prayers Now by the stars I pray And by the Gods by heavens life-breathing day O Trojans take beare me to any strand I know my selfe one of the Graecian band Let this suffice and sought Troys Gods by warre For which if so great our offences are Strew me amongst the waves drown'd in vast seas If by mens hands I fall my death shall please Upon his knees he then imbracing hung On mine to tell his name from what race sprung And to declare his fortunes we demand As a firme pledge to save his life his hand Me sire Anchises freely gave the man Who shaking feare of thus at length began From Ithaca Ach'menides my name Haplesse Ulisses friend to Troy I came With my poore sire Ah had my fate fix'd there But my companions struck with horrid feare In the black Cyclops den forsooke their mate And fled the dire abode the monsters seat A vast and mighty Cave within all o're Was darkned with corrupted food and gore And he so tall his head might knock the skies From earth you Gods avert such plagues as these His visage stern a churlish voyce his food Bowels of wretched men and putrid blood I saw his huge hand seize two of our men He lying on his back stretch'd midst his den And broke on rocks filth drown'd the sprinkled flore I saw him eat limbs flowing with black gore The warme flesh trembling in his teeth But thus Ulysses takes it not or Ithacus Forgetfull did dangers so great decline But when full gorg'd he lay buried in wine His neck awry stretch'd in his spacious den Gobets with bloody wine mix'd gore agen Belching in sleep we the great Gods implore And took our chance surrounding him we bore With a sharp lance his eye which mighty did Lie single in his frowning forehead hid Like Phoebus lampe or an Argolick shield So glad revenge to our friends shade we yeeld But fly O wretches fly these dangerous coasts Your cables cut Like Polyphenee who in his Cave doth keep The woollie flocks and milks th'imprisond sheep A hundred cruell Cyclops wander more These lofty hills and haunt this winding shore Thrice Phoebe's horns their light replenished Whilst I my life in wild beasts desarts sed In dens and caves vast Cyclops view'd from high Trembling to heare their sounding feet and cry Shrubs berries was my wretched food the fruit Of stony cornell and the herbs torne root Surveying round I saw you first arrive Resolv'd who e're you were my selfe to give Your prisoner 't is enough their rage to fly
And if by men no matter how I die Scarce said when we discover from above Amongst his flocks where Polypheme did move Like to a walking hill known shores to find A horrid monster huge deform'd and blind To ease his steps a mighty Pine he bore In his right hand his fleecy sheep before His pipe his comfort and the only check To rising sorrow hung about his neck Ater he touch'd the deeps and reach'd the flood From his lost eyes he wash'd the flowing blood Groning he grindes his teeth stalkes through the tides Whilst the deep waves scarce touch his lofty sides We trembling fly aboard the suppliant put So meriting and silent cables cut And brush with striving o're the deeps profound He hears and turns unto our voices sound But when no power was given to use his force Nor could Ionian billowes match in course He rais'd a huge cry Pontus all the sea Trembles it shakes far frighted Italy Aetna aloud from winding cavernes rores But the Cyclopian race rush to the shores And call'd from woods and mountains fill the strand We saw in vaine the Aetnean brothers stand With a sowre look high heads to heaven they beare A horrid councell ayrie oaks so rear Their lofty tops or spiry Cypresse stood Such as Diana's grove or Joves high wood Drove with sharp feare cables in hast we clear And with hoist sailes and prosperous winds did steer But nigh deaths jawes Helenus shew'd a way Which betwixt Scylla and Charybdis lay That course we stood with turn'd sailes this pursue When from Pelorus straits the North wind blew Pantagias mouth 's of living stone I cleer Megaras bayes I passe by Tapsus steere Haplesse Ulysses friend Ach'menides Nam'd all these coasts remeasuring back those seas In the Sicanian bay stretch'd lyes an Ile ' Gainst rough Plemmyrium which our grandsires stile Ortygia Alpheus here they fame Under the sea by obscure channels came Now Arethusa mingling with thy wave To th'Isles great gods we rites commanded gave Fennie Elorus fertile fields we lost And shave Pachinus high clift rocky coast Camerina ever fix'd by fates commands Farre-off appears and the Geloian strands And mighty Gela stild so from the flood Far off high Agragas strong bulworks shew'd Which once bred generous horse with prosperous wind Palmie Selinis thee I left behind By Lilybeis rocks and sholes I bore To Drepanum thence on that unhappy shore I landed where with many tempests tost Anchises th'ease of all my cares I lost There my dear father wearie me forsooke Alas in vain from so great dangers tooke Not Helenus who such horiors did unfold This lasse declar'd nor dire Celoeno told Here was his travells bounds this his last toyle From whence the Gods did guide me to your soyl Aeneas having to their listning eare Told these sad fortunes clos'd his storie here THE FOURTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE ARGUMENT DIdo complaines her sister gives advise To cherish love and offer sacrifice To favouring Gods Juno craves peace her ends Venus perceives and smiling condescends Aeneas and the Queen to hunt prepare A tempest Juno thunders through the ayre To one cave Dido and the Trojan came Stolne love through Lybia spread by impious fame Jarbas vext his father Jove implores Hermes commands Aeneas from those shores Eliza on the Trojan sword expires Quenching loues flame in her own funerall fires BUt long since Dido struck with great desire Feeds a sad wound and wastes in hidden fire His valour his high birth run in her mind His face and language deep impression find Nor doth her care grant rest Soon as the morn Did with Phaebean flames the world adorne And from high heaven dismiss'd the gloomie shade To her lov'd sister thus she troubled said Dear Anne what dreams disturb'd my troubled mind What stranger 's this our Court hath entertain'd What noble looks how valiant arm'd sure he Nor vain 's the faith sprung from some Deitie Feare shews degenerate minds Ah by what fates Hath he been tost what fierce wars he relates Were I not full resolv'd fix'd in my mind No more in wedlock bonds to be conjoyn'd Since my first love by death deceived me Could I with maeriage and those rites agree I might perchance give place to this one crime For I confesse since poore Sychaeus time By fratricide our Gods dispierc'd I find This only bends my thoughts and wavering mind I feele some Kindlings now of former love But first earth swallow me or mighty Jove Shall to the shades with dreadfull thunder smite Pale shades of Erebus and deepest night Ere shame I violate thee or wrong thy rites Who was my first love took all loves delights With him to 's grave there let him keep it still This said a flood of tears her bosome fill More dear to me then day shall grief thy flowre Of youth said Anne and solitude devoure Children unknown and Venus sweet reward Hath dust a sense or soules entomb'd regard Grant though no Lybian could your love obtain Though you at Tyre Jarbas did disdain Though glorious men of Africk could not move Will you declare hostilitie to love Hast thou forgot whose fields thou plantst here are Getulian seats Nations untam'd by war Numidians fierce inhospitable sands Wild Barceans there vast drowth deserted strands What shall I say of warre from Tyre may rise Thy brother threats Sure prosperous Juno favouring Deities Here with a storme the Trojan Navy cast What City mayst thou see what Kingdoms vast By such a Marriage by the power of Troy What glories may the Punick realms injoy First to the Gods with sacrifices pray And then thy guest with courtesie delay Whilst Winter and Orion vex the sea His Navie craz'd and skies tempestuous be Thus she with love did her pierc'd soule inflame Gave hopes to wavering thoughts and banish'd shame First in the temples at the Altars they Implore and choice sheep as the custome slay To Ceres Phoebus Bacchus before all To Juno mistris of rites conjugall Holding a cup most beauteous Dido now Betwix the hornes powres of a snowie cow Or walkes before the Gods and th' altars plyes Whole dayes with gifts inspects the sacrifice Beasts panting bowels hot consulted are Ah ignorant Priests what availes temples pray'r To ease th'inrag'd whilst soft fire wasts her veins And in her breast a silent wound remaines Unhappy Dido burnes and furious roves Through the whole towne as in the Cretan groves Th'incautelous hinde by an arm'd shepheard shot He leaves the winged steele and knowes it not She through Dictean woods and forrest flyes Whilst in her side the deadly arrow lies Now with Aeneas to the walls she walkes Boasts Tyrian wealth of her new kingdome talkes Begins to speake and stops words halfe exprest And day declining she prepares to feast The Trojan war she longs to heare once more And on the tellers lips hangs as before And when departed Phoebus paler light Hath day subdu'd rest setting stars invite Alone she mourns then on
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
thy false father bear This said on foot she cuts the yielding aire Out-strips his horse and straight his reins did seise Then with his blood her anger did appease As easie from a rock a Falcon flies After a dove soaring in lofty skies And trussing up doth in his pounces bear Then blood and plumes fall scatter'd through the air Whilst the great sire of men and deities Regardlesse view'd not this from starry skies But stirs up Tyrrhen Tarchon to ingage In cruell fight and urg'd with no small rage ' Mongst slaughter he and slaughtring squadrons rides And by their names his souldiers cheers and chides And those which shrunck to turn again commands And said whence is this fear base Tyrrhen bands What breeds this terror shall a woman beat Our stragling troups and our whole power defeat For what these arms why march you with vain spears You 'r bold at Venus and nocturnall wars Or when for Bacchus sports loud cornets sound Or boards with banquets and full goblins crown'd Th'is all your care and when the Priest approves Entrals and offrings call to sacred groves This said amongst the thick'st he spurs his horse And from his Steed puls Venulus by force And desperate raging grasping of the foe Carries away laid on his Saddle bow Showts heaven ascend the fact the Latins view But through the plaines the fiery Tarchon flew Bearing both armes and man his javelins point Breaks of then in his armes he seeks a joynt To give the deadly wound he strong his hands Keeps from his throat and strength with strength withstands So with a Serpent a swift eagle flies Wreathd in her feet and tallons through the skies The wounded Snake winding himself defends Brisling his scales a hssing tongue extends She with her beake and pounces tears and eats And the soft Ayre with spreading pinions beats Triumphing so bold Tarchon did convey From the Tyburtine troupes the wofull prey Their chiefs example and successe inlarg'd The â—useane courage that againe they charg'd When subtil Arun's one condemnd by fate Did with much cunning on Camilla waight And to dispatch her safest meanes he tride Where ere the Virgin through the troupes did ride Thether by stealth his speedie course he makes Now this way he attempts now that way takes And round about her â—archeth every where Then cruell shakes at her his deadly Speare Chloreus Cybeles priest did then by chance Shining far of in Phrygian armes advance And rid a â—oming Steed whom skins infold Plume wise commixd with orazen Scales and gold In Tyrian purple oravely he did shew And Cretan shafts sent from a Lycian bow Which golden hung at 's back golden his crest His swolne traine rustled and his Scarlet Vest With burnish'd gold drawn in a knot he ties His Coate was wrought rich cuishes on his thighes The Queen that she the Temple might adorne With Trojan Armes or would her selfe have worne The golden spoyle this man of all the foes She singles out t' incounter him she goes And carelesse through whole squadrons made her way Inflam'd with female love spoyle and prey Taking th occasion Arune threw his speare And to the powers above thus made his Prayer Phaebus who swayst Soracte best of Gods Whom first we'adore to whom we burn whole loads Of scorching pines and then passe through the fire With much devotion grant almighty Sire That our Armes may abolish this disgrace Nor I desire the Virgins spoyles to place A Trophy nor at any prey I ayme My other actions shall preserve my name That I may give this Plague her deadly wound Then pleas'd I will return home unrenown'd Apollo heard and partly grants his prayer The other part flyes with the fleeting ayre He grants by him Camilla should be slaine But not to see his native Land againe That the swift winds did carry from his eare Then through the clowds resounds the flying speare The squadrons look about and all begin To cast their eyes upon the Volscean Queene But she did nothing the great sound regard Nor coming through the skie the Lance she heard Till in her naked breast the Javlin stood And thirstie takes a draught of virgins blood Trembling with feare her Ladies all rush in To keepe supported up the falling Queene But Aruns frighted did not now forbeare Basely to fly his joy commixd with feare Nor longer now would trust unto his Lance Nor durst against the Virgins speare advance And as a Woolf when he some shepheard kils Or mighty steere flyes to the lofty hils Before that hostile weapons him distresse And conscious of so bold a wickednesse Cowring betwixt his legs his tayle he casts And struck with terrour to the Forrest hasts So from their eyes affrighted Aruns bends Hasting his flight and mingles with his friends To pull the savlin out she dying tryde But fast the steele sticks in her wounded side Pale she sincks down and cold death seales her eyes And from her cheeks her rosie colour flies Breathing her last to Acca then she spake One most she love'd who alwayes did partake Her cares and councels the most trustie maid Attended her and thus she groaning said Sister I once had strength but now I fall By a sad wound and darknesse covers all To Turnus hast and these my last words tell That he fall on the Trojans to repell Adieu This said no more her reines she guides And though unwilling to the ground she slides Then by degrees benum'd with cold she dies Her yeelding neck now bends her head now lies Prisoner to death leaving her arms diseas'd And life to shades flies with a groane displeas'd The golden stars then mighty clammors smite Camilla slaine afresh begins the fight And a hot charge with all the Trojan force The Tyrrhen Captains and th' Arcadian horse But Opis sent by Trivia undismaid Plac'd on a rising hill the fight survaid ' Mongst cries of raging youth as far of she Camilla punish'd by sad death did see She sigh'd and weeping said ah Virgin such A punishment for thee was too too much Because thou Trojans boldly hast assaild Nor hath Diana's service thee avail'd Or quiver at thy shoulders to have borne Nor will thy Queene forsake thee this a scorne In death nor shalt thou without honour die Nor unreveng'd through earth thy fame shall flye For who slew thee redeserv'd death shall come Under the hill did stand a mighty Tombe For th' ancient Latine King Dercennus made Which high with earth an aged â—â—ke did shade Hither the beauteous Goddesse swiftly flies And Aruns from the Sepulchre espies As him in bright armes swoln with pride she saw Why said she dost thou shun us hither draw Come and Camilla's Legacie receive Diana's shafts shall thee of life bereave The Thracian from her golden quiver drew An Arrow and inraged bends her bow And so much strength to draw the tree she set Untill the crooked ends together met To th iron head her left hand she did bring Her right
Land and Sea The Trojan race and kindle cruel warres Houses destroy and Hymen mix with jars More I forbid t' attempt such things Jove spoke When Juno said with a submissive look Because great Jove thy mind to me was known Unwilling I have Turnus left alone Nor shouldst thou see me solitarie sit In a cold cloud and suffer things unfit But girt with flames our squadrons to excite And draw the Trojans to unhappy fight I must confesse pittying I did perswade Woefull Juturna to her brothers ayde And greater things I for his life would doe But not to use a dart or bend a bow This by th'inexorable Stygian floods I sweare that only oath which tyes the Gods And now I goe and leave the wofull fight But one thing I request which yet no right Or Fate denies for th' Majestie of thine When with blest Hymen they shall leagues conjoyne And may it be and Lawes of peace proclaime Let not the Latins change their antient name Nor let them be call'd Trojans I beseech Nor yet to change their habit nor their speech Let it be Latium and for ever be The Alban fathers in great Italie Let Romans by their valour conquer all T'roy's tain and with her let the name now fall The king of men and Gods then smiling says Thou art Joves sister Saturns second race Why in thy breast rowlst thou such floods of rage Lay by that spleen so vainly did ingage I am o'recome and thou thy sute shalt gain They shall their customes and their speech retain And keep their ancient name The Trojan race Mix'd with so great a body shall give place I le adde their sacred rites and I shall make Latins and Trojans both one tongue to speak A race mix'd from th' Ausonians thou shalt see Excelling men and gods in pietie Nor any nation more in war or peace Shall hononr thee These words did Juno please And satisfide her mind being chang'd she flies From the dark cloud and leaves the troubled skies This done Jove with himself contrives to call Iuturna from her haplesse brothers fall Two hellish hags there be the Dirae height Which to Megaera were by dismall Night Born at a birth and arm'd with serpents stings Who gave them power to use resounding wings These at Ioves throne and cruell court appear These stir in mortals jealousie and feare When the Gods king sicknesse and death prepares Or wicked cities terrifies with wars Iove one of these sending from heaven injoyns To meet Iuturna with ill boading signes She to the earth in a swift whirlwind flies So glides a Parthian arrow through the skies With poison arm'd or by Sydonian art Sounding through th' aire with deadly bane a dart Unknown it comes swift through the gloomy shade So hasts Nights daughter and to earth she made After she saw the Trojans and did looke On Turnus bands a small birds form she took Which or on tombs or roofs forsaken hants And late in shady night her sorrow chants Thus chang'd the hag at Turnus face did charge And with her flapping wings she beats his targe Here sudden numbnesse seis'd his limbs with fear Amaz'd struck dumb erected was his hair But afar off as neer the Dirae drew Her sounding wings woful Juturna knew Tearing her flowing hair her face infests With her own nails and beats her panting breasts How can thy sister Turnus aid thee now Or what is left for me poor wretch to do How shall I save thy life which way shall I Oppose my self against this prodigie Fright me no more foul hag now I shall go The sounding of your deadly wings I know Nor proud commands of Jove deceived me And this he gives for my virginitie Why did he me immortal make and why Took he from me the happinesse to die Then I might give a period to this woe And to the shades with my dear brother go But I immortal am yet wanting thee Nothing that 's mine shall pleasant be to me That earth would gape and swallow me that now A Goddesse might descend to shades below This said her head with a green vail she hides And with a groan beneath the river glides Aeneas stands and a huge javelin shooke A mighty tree and like a foe thus spoke What stayes thee now OTurnus t is not flight Must end our quarrell but a cruel fight Transforme thy selfe into all shapes and try What ere thou canst by strength or art apply Desire with wings to the high stars to glide And in earths hollow wombe thy selfe to hide Shaking his head thy proud threats feare not me The Gods he said Jove is my enemie Thus having said a ponderous stone he found An ancient mighty one which for a bound By chance just on the neighbouring limits lay And for the meers all strife did take away Scarce twice six men this to their necks could reare Such men as now the earth grown old doth beare The Heroe running with huge strength did throw Raising himselfe this stone against the foe Nor himselfe running nor yet going knew Or lifting how his hand the huge-stone threw His knees did tremble and a cold blood flowes Through all his nerves the stone with violence goes Through empty aire but it fell short nor went Half way to give the blow where it was sent As when in quiet night sleepe seiles our eye In vain we seeme some earnest flight to trie But in the midst we faint our voice doth faile Nor speech nor words nor our known strength prevaile So Turnus what so ere his valour tries Successe the cruel Goddesse him denies Troubled the Town and Rutils struck with feare Standing he view'd and trembles at the speare Where shall he fly how scape the enemie No Chariot no Juturna can he see Aeneas aiming did himselfe advance And at him maz'd he throwes his fatall lance A stone shot from a batterer not so loud Thunder'd or lightning from a broken cloud Like a black whirlwind he the javelin threw Bearing sad death which through his armour flew And through seven foldings of his shield it past And sounding in his groyn it fix'd at last The mighty Turnus wounded sinks upon His double knee Rutilians gave a grone And all the hils the voyce re-ecchoe round And the tall groves reply the mournfuil sound He suppliant then did hands and eyes advance And said I have deserv'd it use thy chance But hast thou sense of a sad Parents woe And such thy father was then pity shew To aged Daunus or if rather thou Wouldst take my life my corps to friends allow Thou haft o'recome the Ausonians me have seen Mercy to crave Lavinia is thine Here end debate Then fierce Aeneas stands Survaying him allo're and staid his hands And at this language more and more did melt When on his shoulder he perceiv'd the belt Which Pallas's was the golden buckles shone Whom Turnus by a deep wound had orethrown And on his back the hostile ensigne had After those spoyls with grief he had survaid Incens'd with deadly rage shalt thou said he Grac'd with my dear friends spoyls escape from me Thus Pallas Paellas thee an offering makes And on thy wicked blood revenge now takes Thus having said with indignation stir'd He in his bosome sheaths to th'hilt his sword Straight numbing cold on all his body seiz'd And with a grone life flies to shades displeas'd FINIS