wing From the high clouds all soaring in a train With cackling noise fierce tempests to refrain But to the Rutuls king Italian state These wonders seem and them exanimate Untill at last to sea they cast their eye And see the ships fast to the shore to hie And with tall barks the sea all-over spread And burning crests and helm upon his head The golden bosses belching flames of fire Much lâ—ke i' th' dewy night a comet dire Of hurtfull bloud-red hue or dog-starres heat Which drought and sicknesse sore to men doth threat And makes the skie to lowre and dimmes the light But none of these stout Turnus heart could fright But he must first the shore anticipate And these his foes from landing profligate Whereto he cheeres the hearts he chides the stayes Of all his troops and freely thus he sayes What ye your selves desir'd now here ye have Now use your hands therefore with courage brave For Mars himself the prey puts in your hands Remember now your vvives your goods your lands The famous facts of ancestours recount And praises due let yours now theirs surmount And let us freely them at shore assail Before they land now whiles their hearts them fail Fortune befriends bold spirits These words he spake And vvhom with him to lead great care doth take His sea-foes to invade to vvhom to leave The hedg'd-in town their hopes thus to deceive Meanwhile Aeneas vvith ship-bridges faire To land his souldiers takes all speedie care But many stay'd till calm seas flouds did flow Some leapt on studs and stakes thus out to go Upon their oares some to the shore make haste Great Tarchon up and down the sea-banks trac'd To see if he could spie fit place to land Secure from shallow shelves or swallowing sand And vvhere no rigid surges did appeare But a smooth sea vvith swelling flouds made cleare A harmlesse passage there he suddenly Winding his ship thus to his mates did crie Now noble youths plie close your slicing oares Beare up your barks cut through these adverse shores And let our ship plow furrows deep in sand And break my bark so we may gain the land Tarchon thus having said his maâ—es with oares Through frothy seas their ships to Latine shores Do bravely bring so that their noses kisse Drie-land and all secure their aims none misse Except thy ship great Tarchon which neare land Was so assail'd with stubborn shelves and sand As that it wavering both wayes deep stuck fast And strugling long in pieces split at last Exposing all his men unto the waves VVhereat each one himself on splinters saves Pieces of oares and planks and floating boards VVhich safe assistance unto them affords But oft the flowing streams their heels did trip Yet thus at last they safe on land do skip But all this while Tâ—rnusâ—uns â—uns off delayes His totall troops 'gainst Trojans he arayes At shore them to assail the trumpets sound And now Aeneas firmly set on ground Himself first set upon the rurall bands And for first hansell with his valiant hands Slaughters the Latines Therâ—n bold being slain VVho stoutly durst a bickering short maintain Against Aeneas whom he quickly foil'd And through's gilt arms with his heart-bloud him foil'd Lucas likewise he flew who when a childe Was cut out of the wombe of 's mother milde Whereof she dy'd though to thee Pâ—oebus faire He yet a young man consecrated were Yet could not scape this princes â—licing blade Hard by he Cysseus also slaughtered laid And mightie Gyas who with clubs did fight But both he slew Alcides arms too slight Did prove to save their lives their hands too weak And sire Melampus though he bold did break Through hazards great being Hercules his mate And Pharon as he fondly much did prate He through his gaping throat pierc'd with a dart And thou stout Cydon tasted hadst deaths smart Whiles thou faire Clytius with young douny chin Unfortunately followedst him to win To new but nought delights of love unchaste This Trojan prince had made thee death to taste Foulely affecting love of youths impure And thou hadst been deaths woefull subject sure Had not a troop of armed brothers stout All sonnes of Phorcus met him in the rout Being seven in number who seven darts did throw But to no end which partly clattered so Upon his shield and helmet back rebounding And Venus partly from his corps least wounding Putting them off Aeneas herewithall Unto his kinde Achates thus did call Bring me those darts for none in vain he threw At the Rutulians which proud Grecians slew In Trojan fields Then a great speare he took Which darted flew and flying fiercely strook And penetrating Maeons brazen shield Through corps and corslet he to death did yeeld Whose brother Alcanor unto him hies And held him up as he thus falling dies Whose arm that stayd him pierced was also The bloudy speare through's brauny arm did go And 's right hand dangling did his deaths wound show Numitor then pulls out the deadly dart From 's brothers bodie and with wrathfull heart Retorted it at Troyes Aeneas brave But there it could not the least entrance have And yet it wounded his Achates thigh Here Lausus full of juvenility And bold there by with troops attended came And throws at Dryopes vvith Martiall flame Standing aloof a deadly vvounding lance Which underneath his chin did fiercely glance And pierce his throat snatching thence voice and soule Whose face fell first to ground in 's gore most foule Three Thracians more of utmost Northern race And three of Ida's sonnes and Ismar's place By diverse deaths he furiously did slay Thither Halesus came in battell-ray With his Auruncian bands and thither came Messapus bold sprung from great Neptunes name Famous for riding horse All close contend Now these then those each other to offend I' th' edge of Italie Like two fierce vvindes I' th' open aire contending in their kindes With crosse contrarious blasts in equall might And neither they nor clouds nor sea in sight Yeeld to each other doubtfull long they jarre And stiffely crossely all maintain the warre Thus Trojan troops and Latine bands contend Thus foot to foot thus hand to hand they bend Their furious force But on another part Where pebble-stones lay all abroad most smart Roul'd up by vvaves and boughs and bushes thick About the banks most apt their feet to prick And so unfit for horsemen there to fight And such th' Arcadians were not footmen light Who to foot-battells unaccustomed They to the Latines turn'd their backs and fled Which Pallas spying th' onely staffe in straits He cries to them some prayes and some he rates With bitter words their hearts to re-incite Saying Sirs what mean ye whither take ye flight Now by your selves and by your valiant acts By your commanders great Euanders facts And conquering name and fame and my hopes great Which emulates our countreys praise compleat I you adjure trust not base flying feet But break through thickest
quite And left him there to roule in piteous plight His arms he Lausus gave on 's back to beare And on his head his plumy helm to weare Phrygian Euantes Mimas Paris mate And Coaetanean he did ruinate Whom to Amycus milde Thebano bare Paris being born of Hecuba most faire Who dreamt she had a firebrand begot And he to die in 's countrey had the lot But Mimas ignorant of this his hap Did finde his grave here in Laurentums lap Now as a boare hunted from mountains high By barking biting dogs which long did lie Shelter'd in wide pine-bearing Vesulus And in Laurentums fields most copious Of wood-like reeds having been long time fed As soon as he 's i' th' nets intangled He stands and stares about his tusks does whet And fretting fiercely brissels up doth set Nor is it wit or worth for any there To be too busie to him to draw neare But off to stand and at him darts to throw And with loud clamorous shouts to tire him so So those that to Mezentius bare just spight Durst not come neare him hand to hand to fight But with their darts farre off and clamours shrill They him provoke the boare sits boldy still Gnashing with foamy chaps his tusks most keen And shaking off the darts from 's back is seen From Cerits ancient coasts came Acron stout A Grecian forc'd from 's countrey to flie out For breach of marriage whom when as remote Mezentius saw and seriously did note Amid'st the troops moving his mates to fiâ—ht Adorn'd with purple plumes and scarlet bright His kinde contracted spouses goodly gift Much like a hungry lion rambling swift About the mightie woods for so indeed Fierce hunger forceth madly to proceed If haply he some well-grown goat may spie Or bravely headed stagge that way to flie He gapes for joy his brissels rough erects Falls close unto the prey he so affects Washing his ravenous chaps in bloud luke-warm Thus thickest foes Mezentius fierce doth charm And quickly he unhappie Acron slayes And him with 's heels beating the ground he layes Low on the earth his bloudy speare unsplit But he Orodes flying scorn'd to hit Or smite to death by casting his strong dart And coward-like to wound him in 's back-part But he must meet his foes all face to face And man to man by dreadfull duells chase Not pleas'd with pilfering but with powerfull blows And thus he great Orodes overthrows His foot set on his corps his speare at 's heart A man of no small worth this warres best part His mates him following panegyricks sing And of his conquests make the aire to ring But he expiring ere quite dead thus said Proud conquerour thou shalt not passe unpaid Who e're thou art my death reveng'd shall be Nor shalt thou long from this revenge be free My fate thee follows thee these plains shall hold To whom Mezentius with a spirit bold Yet smilingly reply'de But thou shalt die But as for me Iove king of earth and skie Will see to me This said the speare he pulls Out of his corps then fatall rest him lulls Into a deadly sleep which clos'd his sight Shutting his eyes up in eternall night Stout Caedicus in fight slayes Alcath'us Sacrator kills Hidaspis Parthen'us And mightie Orsis do by Rapo die Messapus fierce slayes Clodius valiantly And Lyaconius and Ericates VVhom from his skittish jade fallen with small ease Unto the ground on foot a footman slew Then Lycian Agis hotly to them drew VVhom yet Valerius not a jot unfraught VVith sires connative noblenesse soon taught The way to 's grave Salius Atronius slayes Nealces nimble dart ends Salius dayes Nealces expert both at speare and dart And now like heavie hap was on each part And mightie Mars made equall funeralls Alike they fight alike catch fatall falls These conquer now anon are conquered But neither these nor those from foes have fled The Gods from Ioves high hall pity the plight Of both parts thus o'rewhelm'd with fruitlesse spight And tyr'd with troubles This way Venus faire Iuno looks that way with contrarious care Pale-peevish Tisiphon with frantick heat Doth rage and rave between the armies great And still Mezentius shakes his mightie lance And furiously does to the field advance Like great Orion when with staulking feet He walks moyst Nereus pools and flouds that fleet Slicing his wavy way whose shoulders white O're-top the streams or when he does delight Walking the woods a huge old oak to beare On mountains-tops his head to th' clouds to reare Even thus Mezentius to the armie goes Whom seen farre off Aeneas to oppose Prepares himself He dauntlessely doth stay Waiting his mightie foes approach that way In 's strength he stands watching the distance right Sufficient for his lances fatall flight Assist me now sayes he my right hand brave And brandisht lance none other Gods I have And here I vow the spoiles which I shall gain From this great theef Aeneas shall remain To thee brave Lausus as thy trophie due And with these words at him farre-off he threw A whistling speare which flying fierce did glance Upon his shield whence by unhappie chance It pierced Anthors noble breast and heart Anthor Alcides mate who would not part From king Euander once from Argos sent But made abode in Latines continent Unhappie he dy'd by anothers wound His eyes to th' skies he thinks on 's native ground Then brave Aeneas cast a dart at him Which flying pierc'd the hollow edge or brimme Of 's three-fold brazen arms with linen lin'd And through his treble bulls hides way did finde Or forced through into his groin most deep Nor could his strength the paining wound out keep Whereat Aeneas joy'd to see the bloud Of his proud foe draws out his fauchion good Which hung by 's side wherewith he furiously Assails his trembling foe which with quick eye As soon as Lausus sees due filiall love Doth in him for his sire much mourning move And brinish teares provoke Here cannot I In silence burie thy dire destinie And famous facts if future times will trust And credit what of him relate I must Most memorable youth Mezentius maim'd Unfit for fight the battell slow disclaim'd And in 's retreat the wounding speare he bare Sticking in 's shield Then straight the young man rare Steps in between i' th' midst maintains the fight And as Aeneas rais'd his hand to smite Lausus his sword crosse underneath it came And brake the force o' th' blow and stopt the same His mates him follow with a mightie shout And whiles the sire guarded by 's sonne got out They throw thick darts incense their foe to fight Aeneas frets hid under 's target bright And as black clouds pouring down showers of hail The lowns and plow-men all without all fail Scud from the fields apace themselves to hide With cunning tricks under some rivers side Or in some rocks deep hole whiles it doth rain That i' th' sun-shine they may to work
all whom death destroyes Great potent peeres unmarried maids and boyes Compt youths vvhich die before their fathers face Like leaves in vvoods falling from trees apace Pincht off by autumnes chilling killing cold Or like conglomerated birds that hold And flie together forced o're the main By vvinter vveather to some pleasant plain Thus stand they striving first to be past o're With hands and hearts longing for th' other shore The fuming ferryman takes these leaves those And others fiercely farre from shore o'rethrows Aeneas with this noise much mov'd amaz'd Sayes to the priestly maid Pray vvhence is rais'd This flocking to the floud vvhat seek these soules What strange adventure to these banks them toules And why do those the livid waves vvith oares So swiftly sweep to get unto you shores To whom the aged priest sayes briefly thus Anchises and Ioves off-spring generous This is Cocytus deep black Styxes lake By which to sweare forsweare Gods conscience make Unburied soules that ragged-rabble be And he the boatsman Charon whom you see Those vvhom he rowes in 's boat due buriall have Now may they till their bones do rest in grave O're those rough streams those banks have transportation But make about those shores perambulation And wandring walks at least an hundred yeares Then passe they o're those ponds which them re-cheeres Aeneas then with fixed feet stood still Full of deep thoughts pitying their case most ill There he beheld Leucaspis 'mongst them all And brave Orontes his fleets admirall Mourning their vvant of honourable graves Whom boystrous blasts o'rewhelmed in the vvaves And sunk both ships and men sailing from Troy Behold he now beheld vvith more annoy His ship-master his Palinure perplext Who sailing Sicils seas his eyes fast fixt Upon his starres fell over-board was drown'd Whom scarce for mists his sad friend having found Thus he sayes to him My deare Palinure What God our losse of thee did thus procure And drench thee in the deep I pray thee tell For ne're till now did falshood with him dwell Apollo with this one unsure reply Did much deceive my vain credulity Who told me thou seas safe shouldst passe and see Faire Italie and there shouldst landed be And is this now the faithfull promise made But he on th' other side repli'de and said Brave Trojan prince nor Phoebus thee deluded Nor any God me to the seas obtruded For I my self holding my helm too fast Where I sat pilot did me headlong cast Into the sea guiding the ship I sweare By all rough seas nought did me so much feare As thy great ships and ship-masters decay Lest on thy bark rough swelling seas should prey Three vvinter-nights fierce vvindes me blew about The ocean vast the fourth day I found out VVith much adoe the banks of Italie Keeping my head still 'bove the waves on high At last by small degrees I got to land And thereon safely I a while did stand And so had staid but for a barbarous crew VVho to me dropping vvet in fury drew And as I crawled up on hands and feet A craggy bank vvith swords they did me meet Slew me and of me hop'd to make a prey Now vvindes and vvaves me neare the shore do lay Yet keep i' th' sea Wherefore by heavens light cleare By this faire aire and by thy father deare And young Iülus hopes I thee intreat Free me from this ill state thou captain great And either put me as thou mayst in ground For I in Velines haven may be found Or else if means there be if Goddesse great Have shewn thee any supernat'rall fear For I beleeve not vvithout heavâ—nly aid Thou swam'st this floud this Stygiaâ— lake didst vvade Lend me poore wretch thy hand and help me o're That I at least may rest in you â—weet shore Thus he and thus the priest her minde expresâ— Whence Palinure comes this thy rash request VVouldst thou unburied Styxes stream paâ—â—e o're The furies flouds unbidden leave thy shore Cease to expect by prayers to change heavens fates But heare and mark what thy case consolates The nearest neighbours bordering ' boâ—â— those parts By heavens prodigious signes perplext in hearts Shall take thy bones and vvith solemnities Interre entombe thee from which grave shall rise Unto that place an everlasting name Of Palinure Hence he more glad became His care had cure his grief in part was past That that land should his name retain at last Then on they passe and to the pool draw nigh Whom Charon straight on Stygian streams doth spie How slily they the wood walk haste to land Thus he with checks and taunts them takes in hand Who e're thou art that arm'd wouldst sail this way Say what 's thy will why com'st thou thou shalt stay These be soules seats here night and sleep do sit In Styxes boat live bodies 't is not fit To carry o're nor did it me well please To carry Theseus or great Hercules Or Pirithous though they were heavenly bred For strength and stomack most unconquered Alcides bound fierce Cerberus in bands Hells great grim-porter and with his strong hands Him quaking drag'd from Pluto's princely seat The rest did plot our king of 's queen to cheat To whom th' Amphrysian priest reply'd again Trust me here 's no such tricks from rage refrain Our weapons wound not Cerberus may bark And ever fright poore soules in 's dungeon dark Proserpina may keep her uncles bed For this our Trojan prince much honoured For piety and prowesse but intends To go to 's father to deep hell descends If so great goodnesse in the man moves not Yet know this branch of gold which he hath got Which she pul'd forth being hid under his gown Whereat his rage and wrath of heart sank down Silent that sacred gift he did adore The fatall branch not seen long time before And shoves to shore the blew boat them to take And other soules which sate beside the lake He thrusts aside and layes the hatches fit And great Aeneas sits i th' bulk of it The joynted barge groan'd with their pondrous weight And through the chinks took in much puddle straight At length the priest and prince pasto're the floud And scapt the flaggy gray-grasse myre and mud Hells porter Cerberus through his triple throat Through all those regions rais'd a barking note Couching huge curre-like in his kennell by Whose snake-like swelling neck the priest did spie And castâ— to him a soporiferous sop With drugs and honey mixt which he did slop And through his treble throat it quickly snaps In dogged-hunger with his meager chaps Whereat his mighty back croucht down he lies And spreads himself i th' cave with slumbring eyes The porter laid Aeneas whipt in brave And got to shore from th' irregressive wave Straight in 's first entrance piteous cries he heares And loud laments of infants 'bout his eares Of tender babes snatcht from their mothers breast Depriv'd of longer life by deaths arrest Next these were those
old angers flame Forgot fierce griefs to fresh remembrance came Her beautie scorn'd by Paris judgement base That hatefull stock stole Ganymeds great grace For these all these great Iuno all-displeas'd The Trojans poore by tossing waves diseas'd Of Greeks and fierce Achilles the remains Enforced farre from her Italian planes Long times through seas by fates they driven were So hard it was Romes empire up to reare Scarce had they cheerly from faire Sicils fight Hoist sails and plowd the foamy waves outright When Iuno stuft with ancient imbred ire Sayes thus Must I vanquisht vail my desire Can I not keep Troyes king from Italy Cause fates forbid Could Pallas potently Fire all the Grecian fleet the Greeks all drown For one mans fault even Ajax mad love known Ioves nimble lightning she from heaven soon darted The waves wound up the ships disperst and parted And him himself heart wounded spuing fire With whirlewindes dasht on rocks she made expire But I the queen of Gods sister and wife To mighty Iove have many yeares had strife With one poore nation who 'le henceforth adore Great Iunoes Godhead or her aid implore This Goddesse thus pumps forth her fierie spite And to Aeolia swiftly takes her flight To Winde-land full of furious Southern blasts Where Aeolus their king most fiercely casts The blustring winds and tempests turbulent Into vast caves as slaves in prison pent They rumbling make huge noise i' th' hollow pits Where Aeolus enthron'd with scepter sits And tames their tumults over-rules their rage Which if he should not powerfully asswage Swiftly they 'd sweep both heaven earth seas and all And whisk them through the aire without recall But mighty Iove kept them in dungeons black This fearing and main mounts laid on their back Gave them a king who being charg'd should see To curb or loose the reins by firm decree To whom now gentle Iuno humbly said Great Aeolus for so great Iove thee made Potent to still the waves to stirre the winde On Tyrrhean seas do sail my foes unkinde Troy into Italie in hopes transporting Their petty conquered Gods with them consorting Strike strength into thy windes their ships all scatter Or drown or on rocks sands their bodies batter Foureteen faire lovely lively Nymphs I have Of whom the rarest for her beautie brave My Deïopeia thy faire bride shall be And in firm wedlock wedded unto thee In lew of all thy love eternally Making thee â—ire of sweet posteritie To whom thus Aeolus Great queen but say For what you bid I 'm bound straight to obey By you I have this kingdome whatsoe're By you my scepter and Ioves favour deare I do enjoy and with the Gods do feast O're windes and storms by you's my power increast This was no sooner said but straight he stroke His speare into th' hills side forth forth with broke Huge blustring windes as all in uproare rais'd Through that small postern making earth amaz'd Then nestling on the sea they rouse the waves Quite topsie turvie East South-east outbraves Yea stormie Africk puffs upon the ocean Making flouds flow to shore with strange commotion Hence follow straight mens shreeks and creaks of cable Storm clouds from Trojans sight day-light disable Claps up the sunne black night the sea hugs o're And all the heavens sound with Ioves thunder roare With thick quick lightning flashes th' aire 's repleat And all things present death to th' Trojans threat Forthwith Aeneas joynts with chilling feare Benum'd he sighs and 's hands to heaven doth reare Venting these sad events Blest oh thrice blest Were they whom 'fore friends face home death gave rest O Greeks great Diomedes tell me why Why by thy hands in Troyes camps died not I Where by Achilles blade Sarpedon stout And our warre-wondrous Hector with death fought Where swift Simois did ingurgitate Helms shields and valiant corps inanimaâ—e Whiles thus he spake a whistling Nâ—r hern puff Whiffs up the waves gives his sails such a cuff As brake their wingy oares turn'd the foredeck And layes the ships broad side to th' bâ—llows check Then follows flows a mountanous burst wave These turret like on flouds tops station have Those 'twixt two gaping seas seem sunk to th'ground Whom boyling fomie frothy flouds surround A Southern blast three 'gainst hard high rocks mall'd Rocks which i' th' deep Italians Altars call'd Huge swell'd up heaps amidst the sea and three East winde on shallows cast wofull to see And dasht on foards engulft in thick quicksands One which Orâ—ntes held and Lycian bands Was sorely shaken by a furious wave Even in his sight which the ship-master drave Headlong o're board The ship it self at last Thrice whirling round was on a whirlepool cast And so devour'd Men riches writings arms Were here and there seen floating helples harms Above the waves Ilion's and stout Achates Brave barks and that of Abas old Alethes All these the storm had torn all leakt full sore And at the leak suckt dangerous draughts in store Neptune meanwhile sees the seas huge commotion Foule winter weather overspread his ocean Waves upside down o'return'd highly offended With a calm countenance the main ascended Looking about sees all Aeneas fleet Disperst his Trojans nought but wave-woes meet Heavens hot combustion Iunoes rage and guile Not being to her brother hid the while East and West windes to him he call'd and said Proud windes hath your high stock so stout you made Thus heaven and earth without me to molest To dare my streams with such fierce flouds t'infest Whom I but first 't is best the storm to stay Then with unpattern'd plagues your pride I 'le pay Be packing quick and tell your king from me The three-tooth'd scepter and seas soveraigntie Are mine not his let him his hard rocks hold Your dens puft windes let Aeolus be bold In that his craggy court to rule and reigne His windes in that close prison to contain This said he swiftly swag'd the swelling streams Dispell'd the cloddy clouds clear'd Sols bright beams Cymoth and Triton strenuously do strive The ships securely from hard rocks to drive Neptune's self nimbly with his trident mace Helps from the sands and seas all feares to chase And o're the seas surface his chariot glides And like as when sedition rudely rides Amongst th' ignoble madhead vulgar hindes Then sticks and stones flie thick wrath weapons findes But if some grave great man they haply spie Straight they stand husht listning attentively Whose words their wills reform their rage appease So at great Neptunes sight all sea-storms cease And being ceast in 's chariot cheerefully He turns his steeds gives reins to heaven doth hie The tired Trojans now seek the next strand And soon arrived on faire Libya's land There is a place in a long creek where th' ile By cast-up banks doth a safe haven compile Broke from the main whence doth the stream divide Into safe creeks here there huge rocks reside Two chiefly whose high tops seem heaven to threat
the Greeks lay lockt this opened Jade Lets out his armed intralls all 's displaid Tisander Sthenelus Vlysses sly Athamas Thoas down by ropes 'gan hie Ne'ptolemus Achilles Mach'on first Menelaus and Epeus the accurst Horse-enginer The citie they surround And set upon 't with sleep and drink all drown'd The watch they did destroy set ope the gates And thus rush in their arm'd confederates Just now were men in their first dead sleep cast Gods gratefull gift for mans most sweet repast And now behold me thought in dream I saw Before me Hector weeping whom foes draw Along in piteous plight at 's chariots tail Besmear'd as once with bloud and dust most pale Under 's wound-swelling feet his horse reins trail Ah how he lookt how chang'd from that brave Hector Which wore Achilles spoiles our States protectour Or darting Trojan-flames in Grecian barks His beard now smear'd haire glew'd with bloud-wound marks And skarres seen plain ta'ne at the siege of Troy And I me thought condoling his annoy Seem'd him to call and sadly thus to say O Dardanes light O Troyes true staffe and stay Why hast thou lingred long whence Hector brave Long lookt for cam'st thou that we wearie have Thy companie so late so many slain The citie spoil'd the people put to pain O what dire deed hath soil'd thy lovely cheeks Why art so wounded Not a word he speaks Or stayes a jot or answers what 's desir'd But when he had a deep fetcht sigh expir'd Flie heaven-born prince he sayes O flie this flame Foes have our forts fall'n flat is Troyes high frame Our king and state were well if Troy could stand And stand it should had strength been in our hand But now her Gods and pious rites to thee Troy recommends let these thy fates mates be With these seek out those walls and turrets high Which thou seas voyage ceas'd shalt edifie This said our countrey Gods holy headbands And altar-fire he put into my hands Meanwhile much woe our town inhabited And more and more though trees surrounding hid My fathers house which stood farre in yet still Warres rumbling roaring noise did sound most shrill I startled out of sleep did soon ascend Our highest turret listning eares to lend Even as fierce blasts fling flames and cornfields burning Or mountain flouds with swift careere o'returning O'reflow faire meads o'respread crank corn plow'd lands Tumble down headlong trees nought upright stands Which the poore silly shepherd stupifies When from 's high hill this rumbling stirre he spies Thus O even thus truth shown Greeks craft we knew First Deiphobus faire house they o'rethrew By flames represselesse then they set upon His neighbours house our kinde Vcalegon Sigaea's shores glistred with fierie blaze Mens screeks and cries trumpets shrill sound did raise I raging run to arms arm'd rashly fought Rudely rusht headlong into thickest rout Ranne to the towre hurried with wrath and rage Held it true honour life in death t' engage But now behold Panthus fled from Greeks power Panthus Apollos priest keeper o' th' tower Frantickly ranne to sea to flie the land Our Gods their sacred rites his sonne in 's hand To whom I cry'd O Panthus where's warres worst What towre may taken be This said he burst Into deep sighs and spake thus as he past Troyes fearfull fate is come this day 's our last We once were Trojans once this was faire Troy And Trojans grace now angrie Iove our joy Gives to the Greeks Greeks lord it over us Out citie fir'd we most calamitous The hiddie horse standing within our town Hath armed men disgorg'd fire up and down Sinon triumphant throws some strongly stand To keep our gates wide ope ne're did our land So many Grecian swarms behold some guard Our narrow lanes strong troups keep watch and ward With sharp drawn swords to th' death to fight most stout Our guards confus'dly fight hardly hold out Thus Panthus straight my heaven-spurr'd spirit me threw Into the hottest flame and fight I view Angry Erinnys noise annoise me guide Rhipheus and valiant Iphitus beside My Martiall mates agglomerate to me Hypanis Dymas vvay by moon-light see Great Mygdons sonne young Choroebus most stout VVho in those dayes by chance to Troy came out Caught with Cassandras captive love both he And his great Sire brought aid t' us Phrygians free Unhappy vvho the counsel vvould not heare Of his Cassandra prophetizing deare VVhom when I saw boldly to battell bent I thus bespake Brave youths of high intent O but in vain if flames of Martiall fire Kindle your courage honour true t' acquire Alas our cities fortune here you see Our Gods best goods all quite extinguisht be VVhich propt our state a citie burnt you 'd save Let 's die and rush through thickest rank most brave 'T is captives comfort no helps hope to have These vvords the Gallants hearts vvith rage did fire And straight as ravening vvolves at night desire Their whelps being left their paunch being hungerbit To range abroad to finde a prey most fit Through speares and spight of foes fearelesse to die VVe passe and to the midst o' th' citie hie Black night with sable shades doth us surround O vvho that nights great slaughter vvoes great wound Can explicate what teares equall those toiles A town of fame is fal'n long rich vvith spoiles Her streets are strew'd most thick vvith bodies slain Troyes unreveng'd bloud temples all doth stain Courage in conquered hearts vvas once made known Now-conquering Greeks vve once had overthrown But now vvhere e're vve look vve nought can spie But feares and teares and much mortalitie Androgeos then a Grecian captain stout VVe first affronted with his Grecian rout VVho taking us for friends thus friendly said Make haste brave Sirs vvhat loytring hath you staid VVhiles others sack and take all-fired Troy You scarce your ships have left help to employ This said he soon perceiv'd for no reply Fitting his minde vvas made that th' enemie Had close enclos'd him unawares afraid VVith heart and heels he made swift retrograde Like one that unawares tâ—eads suddenly On an earth-creeping snake vvhich close did lie 'Mongst pricklie thorns he quick starts from in feare The rage-swoln snake vvhich his blew neck doth reare Feare-dampt Androgeos thus flevv from our sight VVe follovved close closely maintain'd the fight On all sides fel'd our foes strangers to th' place And fill'd vvith feare fates did our first facts grace Choroebus courag'd vvith this good successe Cries out Brave mates let 's this faire path-vvay presse Let 's hold fast fortune by her friendly hand Let 's change our shields vvonne from this Grecian band And vveare their arms What courage can't craft may Slain foes vvill furnish us This said straightvvay Androgeos helmet faire and shield he bare And a brave Grecian blade by 's side he vvare The like did Dymas Rhipheus and the rest And vvith Greeks spoiles themselves they joyfull drest Then flew vve 'mongst the Greeks not by self-guide And
Priam arm'd In youthfull arms wherewith once foes he charm'd O wofull oh unhappie spouse she said What mood what motive dire hath thee aray'd Nay forc'd to weare such weapons why dost flie Alas grave sir there 's no necessitie Of such assistance such a Guardian grave Chiefly if here we had my Hector brave Oh then come neare this shrine will shield us all Or else we 'le here together dying fall Thus Hecuba and to her him she takes And in a sacred seat to sit she makes Her aged spouse And now behold we heare Polites one of Priams sonnes most deare Scapt from the slaughter which fierce Pyrrhus wrought Through hostile fire and sword some safegard sought Flying the galleries and emptie places Searching sore wounded whom so Pyrrhus chases And prosecutes and executes most fierce His rage on him and now o'reta'ne doth pierce His body with his lance who new now fled Into his parents presence fell down dead Before their face and much bloud spilt expir'd Priam hereat though hedg'd with death yet fir'd With aged rage could not abstain but straight His wraths revenge doth thus evaporate Ah but the Gods if heaven loves holinesse And hates foule facts for this thy wickednesse And daring deed with condigne guerdon quit And pay thee home with recompence most fit Who thus hast slain my sonne before my face And by such death wrought's parents great disgrace But he did not do thus whom thou dost lie And sayest to be thy sire Achilles high Was no such foe to Priam but desir'd Kept faith and promise in that I requir'd Humbly of him and did restore to me Brave Hectors corps interred for to be And me into my state did re-estate This said old Priam did ejaculate A feebly flying dart which gave a clang Yet did no hurt but on his helmet hang. Whereat thus Pyrrhus I 'le thee recompense And as my messenger dispatch thee hence To tell my Sire Achilles this sad news That Neoptolemus of his issues The bastard was so let him understand Die therefore now And with those words with 's hand He trembling Priam to the altar drew And did his corps in his sonnes bloud embrew Hâ—s left hand wrapt up in his locks most gray His right-hand with a naked sword made way Into his fide to give his life last passe Which up to th' hilts in 's body sheathed vvas This was king Priams end this his hard fate To live to see Troy fir'd quite ruinate Even he who once was Asia's Keisar great Mightiest in men and spacious regall seat A despicable trunk now dead on ground His head cut off his carcasse no name found But I with hideous horrour thus begirt Amaz'd my thoughts began straight to revert Upon the visage of my father deare As I beheld the king massacred here Just of my fathers age I thought upon My sweet Creüsa from whom I was gone On my forsaken house and the fear'd fate Of young Iülus 'bout me I lookt straight To see what hope of libertie I had But all had me forsaken tir'd and sad Some leaping down themselves precipitate And some themselves in flames do conflagrate And now I left alone at last did spie Bright fires gave light to me who wandringly Peep into every nook I saw I say Faire lady Helen how she closely lay In Vesta's temple on the sacred staires Her head and heart full of just feares and cares Both for the Trojans vvrath their citie spoil'd And grudgefull Greeks their marriage bed defil'd She being Troyes sole firebrand fierce flame At th' altar therefore lay she hid for shame Revengefull coals hence kindled in my heart To vindicate my countreys vvofull smart To pay her for her cursed wickednes Shall she said I to Sparta have regresse In safetie and her countrey Greece regain There as a queen her triumphs to maintain Her parents children husband home to see With Trojan lords and ladies there to be Attended on shall she old Priam slay And Troy by furious flames bring to decay And make our shores so oft sweat streams of bloud Not so for though there be no true manhood Nor glorious conquest in a womans wrack Yet t' have extinguisht such a deed so black To take so just revenge is worthie praise 'T will be some ease to quit my countreys blaze And my friends ashes by revenge to raise As with mad mood these things I cast in minde Ready to runne at her my mother kinde Offred her self to my most joyfull sight And glistring farre more gloriously by night Then formerly she did a Goddesse plain Such and so great as with her heavenly train And holding me by my right hand she staid And with her roseall lips she spake and said Deare sonne what untam'd wrath boiles in thy breast Why fretst thou why's no care of us exprest Wilt thou not first thy feeble father finde Left in much woe seek thy Creüsa kinde And childe Ascanius vvhom in Grecian rout I found with wondring wandring all about And had not I peculiar care employ'd Fierce flames and foe-mens swords had them destroy'd Nor hated Helen nor your Paris blam'd Did Troy subvert but fates with wrath inflam'd Behold for I 'le all cloudy mists expell Which dimme thy sight and make men not see well Feare not thy parents precepts to obey Nor from their regulating rules once stray Here where thou seest broad scattered heaps to lie And stones by stones remov'd and up on high A foggy fume to rise mixed with dust And Neptune with his trible fork to thrust And shake the walls and rouse up the foundation And utterly subvert the cities station Here chasing Iuno chiefly guards th' old gates And wrathfull her choice ship-troops animates And steel-arm'd souldiers to her congregates Yea see how Pallas on the high towres walks And with storm-brightnes Gorgons furie stalks How Greeks great patron strength and spirit infuseth Into their hearts and all his projects useth To make the Gods Troyes foes Therefore depart Fly hence deare sonne cease here thy toiles of heart I never will be absent from thy side But safely in thy countrey cause thee ' bide This said she quick in nights thick mists was clos'd The great Gods frowning face being plain disclos'd And all their furie to poore Troy oppos'd And now me thought I saw all Ilium flame And quite o'retumbled Nerean Troyes faire frame Like an old oak upon a mountain high Which rustick clowns do labour lustily To hack and hew with ax and chisils strong By frequent blows at last to lay along The oak makes threatning nods and tremblingly Doth shake and quake its leafie tops on high Till chopping vvounds do make it give last crack Which in its fall doth all about it wrack Then I retreat led by my Goddesse guide And through both foes and flames away I glide Weapons give way and flames do back recoile And now being come into my native soile Unto my fathers ancient mansion faire My father for whom was my
speciall care To carry thence over the mountains high Loathing to live Troy lost doth flat denie To go with me and exile to endure And said O you whose bloud is fresh and pure Who young and strong can of your selves subsist Shift you for life you may flie if you list But as for me if fates would I should live They sure this place would me for safegard give But 't is enough more then enough I see One ruine and our citie lost yet we Survive even thus oh thus my corps laid well Departing give it a sad Vale knell These hands shall finde out death foes may be kinde They 'le take but spoiles small losse no grave to finde Heaven-hated and earth-loathing fruitlesse me My yeares till now too long protracted be Since first the father of Gods and mans great king Did on my corps his blasting lightnings fling Urging these arguments he fixt remains But we with cheeks all wet with tearie stains I with my wife Creüsa and my childe And our whole houshold with intreats most milde Pray'd he would not all with himself o'rethrow But yeeld to forcing fates Still he said no. Who holding his intentions sitting still To arms again I flie with eager will Willing to die a most perplexed wight For what advise what fortune help me might Thinkst thou deare father I 'le thee leave and flie May a fathers tongue vent such indignitie Iffates conclude nought shall of Troy be left And that to min'd Troy of help bereft Thou art resolv'd thy self and thine to adde The gate stands ope death may be quickly had Pyrrhus with Priams bloud all-soil'd makes haste The sonnes bloud in his fathers sight to waste The father at his sacred shrine to slay For this deare mother hast thou been my stay And refuge from all darts and deadly fire That I should see i' th' heart and heat of ire My father wife and my Ascanius tender In one anothers bloud their lives surrender By furious foes Arms arms bring arms deare friends This last day calls us conquered to our ends Shew me the Greeks set me afresh to fight We will at least some of our deaths requite Hereat I buckled on my arms again And on my left-arm did my shield retain But to the field I readie now to flie Behold my deare Creüsa suddenly Just at the doore about my heels hung fast And in my presence my Iülus cast Saying If thou 'lt flie and die let 's die with thee Or if in arms lest hope of help there be Bestow thy strength first to defend this place To vvhom else dost thou leave us in this case To whom thy father thy Iülus deare To vvhom me thy late vvife dost thou leave heare Weeping these vvords she fills the house with cries When strange to tell there suddenly did rise A hideous chance for even amongst us all In my sad fathers sight bright beams did fall Upon the top of young Iülus head Which lightly licks his locks and hurtlesse fed And grew about his brows VVe much afraid Frame burning haire to strike the flames assaid To quench the sacred fire vvith vvater cast But grave Anchises joyfull lifts at last His eyes his hands and voice to heaven on high Saying O great Iove if prayers do pierce the skie And move thee ought regard us in this thing If pietie to mortalls profit bring Great father grant thy favour stablish right All these so faire predictions in our sight Scarce spake the old man thus when sudden sound Of ratling vvelcome thunder did rebound A streaming starre from heaven most nimbly fell Whose lustrous brightnesse rarely did excell Which from our houses top we saw to glide Its shining self in Ida's wood to hide Pointing our path whose furrow with long streams Shone all abroad with sulfure fuming gleams My father hence o'recome the signe respects Adores the starre thanks to the Gods directs Forthwith cuts off delayes sayes Here am I Lead on the way I 'le follow readily Deare Trojan Gods my house and grandchilde save This was your augur yet you seem to have Some care of Troy I yeeld good sonne with thee To go along This said we heare and see Upon our walls a more cleare flashing flame And scorching heat more neare us rowling came I therefore said Deare father take fast hold About my neck for I with courage bold Willingly on my back will beare you hence How e're things hap one common exigence Ones welfare shall be boths Iülus vve Will take with us my wife may follow me And you my servants mark well what I say Being out o' th' town you 'le finde a hâ—ll i' th' way And now forsaken Ceres temple old Whose ground an ancient Cypresse tree doth hold Many yeares kept for our religions sake Thither we 'le all from all parts us betake Our Gods and sacred things father hold you But as for me that now this warre eschew Still stain'd with hot bloudshed 't is impious sure Them once to touch till in some fountain pure I may me lave and cleansing fit procure This said I with a lions skin arayd Clothes on my neck and shoulders fitly laid I took my burthen up my right hand fast My young Iülus gript and on he past But not with equall pace to 's fathers flight My wife comes after forc'd through darkest night We thus are hurried on and I whom late No clouds of flying darts could trepidate Nor swarmie troops of adverse Greeks could wound Novv feare each puff of vvinde each smallest sound Most for my little mate grandvveight thus fear'd And now to th' citie gate my way thus clear'd Thinking all safe I seem'd most suddenly To heare a thick quick noise of feet hard by And straight my father through a glimmering shade Looking foreright O sonne deare sonne he said And hast'ly cride Flie fast our foes draw nigh For I their shields and glittering arms do spie Hereat I know not what unfriendly fate Made me amaz'd did me precipitate Into strange by-wayes lanes and lawns untill Whether by fate fetcht thence she lived still Wretch that I am I lost Creüsa kinde Or whether being wearie left behinde Or having lost her way I am unsure But sure no search her sight could reprocure And e're her lost my mindes reflect respected To Ceres sacred seat the place directed Even to the hill we came where we all met One onely wanted whose mistake did fret Her mates her sonne and me her husband deare And whom herein did frantick I hold cleare And not accuse Or Gods or men or what In all Troyes wrack held I more harsh then that Ascanius and Anchises my deare sire Our Trojan troop and Gods with zeals hot fire I to my mates commend and did them hide In a deep vale my self to th'citie hy'd Appointed with my shining shield and arms I now resolv'd to reinforce all harms The citie thorough to perambulate My life in dangers to precipitate And first I mount the walls and as
I past I pry'd into the cities backwayes fast And back return'd the way I came by night And into every crook I cast my sight Horrour my heart silence my sense amaz'd Thence to review my house my thoughts me rais'd If haply there I gladly might her see But it I found by Greeks destroy'd to be And whole possest For why devouring fire Blown by fierce windes did to its top aspire Yea overtopt it flames flying into th' aire Hence then to Priams palace I repaire The towre I did review which all decaid With emptie rooms and by fierce Iunos aid I found Vlysses vile and Phoenix fell Guardians thereof keeping their prey too well Hither being brought our Trojans treasures kept Our temples burnt from flames which all quite swept The tables of our Gods great cups of gold Our captiv'd royall robes this tower did hold These all these thither brought and their young boyes And frightfull matrons making wofull noise In heaps enhedg'd it And though ' midst my foes I with my voice adventured to disclose My heavie losse and through the nightly shade I fill'd the wayes with woes and swiftly said Nay cride Creüsa O Creüsa deare Once twice and thrice in vain for she 'd not heare Thus as I ceaselesse easelesse pri'd about In every nook furious to finde her out Me thought the wofull gastly ghost I saw Of my Creüsa neare mine eyes to draw In bigger shape then wont I stood agast My haire did stare my tongue to 's roof stuck fast And straight she seem'd to say my plaints to end What good is got such fruitlesse pains to spend Deare Pheere these things fall out by fates decree Nor may thy mate Creüsa go with thee For so great Iove gainsayes and sayes beside That thou by sea long banishment must ' bide And plowing Neptunes waves to Latium glide And there arive where Lydian Tybers torrent Through fertile soiles doth passe with facile current There joyes attend thee there 's a crown a queen Thy wife to be then cease this sorrow seen For me thy lost Creüsa thus affected For I the Grecian dames all disrespected Will neither serve nor see in their proud places But I now go t' enjoy the joyfull graces Of Dardan Ladies sacred Venus neece Here now the mother of Gods plants me in peace O then farewell my love t' our sonne supply This having said she weeping wofully And willing to have said much more departed And into th' open aire quick from me darted Thrice in my arms her neck to clasp I tride And thrice her form from my hands hold did slide Like a swift winde or slippery dream by night Night thus being spent I went to take a sight Of all my mates where such a confluence Of followers I found since I went thence As made me much admire their multitude Of men and women youths and vulgars rude From miserable exile there collected With goods and good wills freely all affected To follow me wheres'ere by sea or land And now the tops of Ida's woody strand Bright Lucifer with sweet Aurora's face Began with dayes faire rayes to guild and grace The Greeks our blockt up gates and houses held And we from hope of help being quite expell'd I therefore on my back my father ta'ne Departed thence the mountains thus to gain An end of the second book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the third book Troyes kingdome thus quite ruinated And they for flight accommodated Aeneas first ariv'd in Thrace And built a citie in that place The death of Polydore him frighted The kings great harbrous love recited And Phoebus oracles declar'd To sail to Creet he 's now prepar'd Where he again new fortunes found And shipwrack did him sore surround Whence fled the Harpyes frights he shows Helenus left his fates he knows He Achemenides befriends His father dies his tale so ends AFter the Gods had ruin'd Asia's state And Priams throne unworthie so great hate Neptunian Troy like blazing brands of fire We were constrain'd by signes of fatall ire Exil'd to wander through strange woods and wayes And on Antander and Ides banks we raise And build our navie being all unsure Where fates would force us where to sit secure Our men we muster Summer scarce comen on My father bad us hoise up sail be gon I then my native countreys losse bewail And planes where Troy late stood I banisht sail With me my sonne my mates Gods small and great Farre off thâ—re lies a spacious Martiall seat Thracians it plant and plow Lycurgus wise Once did it rule Troyes ancient firm allies Their Gods as ours whiles fortune made us rise Here I ariv'd here first I built a town In a crosse crook entering by fatall frown And from my name I did it Aeneads name And to my mother Venus I the same Did dedicate and offer sacrifice To my kinde Gods that blest mine enteâ—prize And Iupiter great king of Gods t' adore A fat bull I did offer on the shore By chance hard by a woody hill I spide Upon whose top white horny rods did bide And tall thick shady mirtle boughs did grow Thither to pluck off some of them I go Our altars with green branches to bedeck But as I pluckt a fearefull chance did check My first attempt for the first branch I tore There issued thence thick drops of muddy gore Which stain'd the ground with bloud This did me fright And chilling feare shook me in piteous plight Again another tender sprig I pluck Longing to know the cause and lurking luck Straight from the bark more bloudy drops did sprout Whereat much mov'd the wood Nymphs in great doubt I did adore and Mars great Thracia's king To th'omen good to th' sight delight to bring Then when a third branch I more strongly tore And with both knees to th' ground me strugling bore Speak may I or be still A grievous groan From bottome of the pit to heaven up thrown Seem'd thus to crie Aeneas why dost teare Distressed me my buried body spare O spare thy holy hands thus to bestain For Troy did me thy kinsman know most plain See how out from this stump doth gush my gore O flee this barbarous land this sharking shore For I am Polydore who here being slain My corps a bush of sharp shafts doth remain My heart was straight with dubious thoughts dejected Speechlesse amaz'd my hair 's upright erected Unhappy Priam once this Polydore With store of gold did secretly send o're Unto the king of Thrace for education Who when he saw Troyes troops in desperation The citie round besieg'd our valour vail Our weal grow weak our fortune us to fail Following great Agamemnons conquering arms He fled from us burst out into base harms Poore Polydore he slew usurpt the gold O cursed thirst of gain what uncontrould Wilt thou not force mans minde to undergo But now feare past this fatall signe I show To my choice Peeres but to my father first Pray'd them to say
intreat her sister sad Who to and fro beares weeping errands bad But none of all her treats or bitter teares Remove his thoughts do move his dam'd-up eares For fates forbade and Iove his eares had clos'd As an old oak most furiously oppos'd Which Alpine pushing puffs now here now there Tossing and tumbling strive to over-beare The blast flies on bends the high boughs to ground The stock sticks fast on a rock firm and sound And as the more to th'winde top-branches bend The more the root doth ground-hold apprehend No otherwise with words and woes this prince Is tost turmoil'd here there his heart t'evince But he 's unmov'd teare-flouds flow out in vain Whereat poore Dido full of grief and pain Desires to die and hates the skies cleare sight Fitlier to slay herself and leave the light Then laying gifts on incense-smoaking shrines She saw fearefull to say her sacred wines And pour'd-out liquors turn'd to putred bloud Which none no not her sister understood Beside there was within her palace faire Her former husbands marble temple rare Which she did honour with most high respect And with white fleeces and gay garlands deckt From whence she seem'd to heare her husbands call And that when nights dark curtain covered all Yea and to heare the scritch-owl all alone On houses tops oft times to make strange moan With fearefull fatall noates long screeks and cries Beside feare-threatning ancient prophesies Her terrify'd in nightly visions she Aeneas cruell self doth seem to see Pursuing her enrag'd She still alone Left to herself not waited on by one Is seen to stragle farre in deserts strange To seek her Tyrians seems abroad to range Much like mad Pentheus scar'd with haggs of hell And oftwo suns two Thebes feign'd then to tell Or like Orestes vext with furies dire When from his mother arm'd with ragefull fire And stinging serpents mad he made away Revengefull furies at the threshold lay So she enrag'd o'recome with grief and woe Resolves to die how to this work to go Thinks with herself for fittest time and way And thus to her sad sister doth she say Cheere in her cheeks her fact hid in her face I have the way deare sister in this case Now joy with me either to keep him here Or from his love my self firmly to cleare Neare th' oceans end upon the Western side Lies Aethiopa farre from us and wide Where heaven-upholding mighty Atlas stands And ardent sun-shine scorcheth up the lands A grave Massylian priest came hence to me His sisters temples keeper said to be Who fed the dragons kept the fruit divine Whose humid honey doth to sleep incline Even soporiferous poppie She assures By charms to love-sick mindes she cures procures In whom she lists and whom she lists makes love Extreamly stops swift streams yea starres above Turns retrograde she nightly ghosts can raise Can make the ground to groan with strange amaze And trees to run down hills she frights and frayes Now by the Gods deare sister I protest By thee and thy sweet soule I am thus prest To use these magick spells against my will Thou then good sister build up with best skill A pile of wood in th'inner court on high And lay thereon the sword which impiously He stuck up by our bed his garments all Yea my bride-bed where I took fatall fall For so this priest bad me bring all I can Belonging to that false nefarious man And bad me burn them This thus said she ceast And death-pale colour in her cheeks increast Her sister Anne suspecting nought herein That she new sacred death dues did begin Nor could conceive she such rage did retain Or greater grief then for Sichaeus slain Does not therefore her sisters charge refrain But now the queen the pile in th' open aire In th' inner court erected fitted faire Great boards and billets pitch and tarre layes on Flowers cypresse boughs and branches ties upon This fatall herse his cloaths sword left behinde His picture eke she to this bed doth binde Knowing the issue Altars stand about And now the priest her haire-spread loose cries out On her three hundred Gods Erebus deep Chaos and threefold Hecates to weep And triple-fac'd Diana sprinkling wide The feigned liquors which in Styx abide Then tender herbs are sought out by Moon-light And cropt and cut with sithes and sickles might And with white milk black poisons pestilent Andfrom a young Foals front incontinent They pluck the Mares pois'nous beloved bit Before the mare from 's brow devoureth it Dido herself with sacred gifts in hands One foot unbound cloathes loose at th' altar stands Readie to die the Gods she obtestates And powerfull planets patrons of her fates Yea whatsoever sacred power there were That just and tender mindefulnesse did beare To lovers which unequall yokes did weare And now 't was night when weary limbes at ease Slept sweetly woods were still and calm the seas And now starres course came to their middle height And every field and bird and beast by night Yea every liquid lake and whatso'ere The wide sharp thorny countrey coasts did beare Lay still all fast asleep devoid of cares Their slumbring hearts forgetfull of affaires But wofull Didos heart no nap could take Nor all the night one nod or wink could make Her cares increase her raging love reboiles And with huge flames of furie her turmoiles And thus she stands and thus breathes out hearts wo What shall I do shall I derided go Back to my wonted wooers meek must I Marriage desire with those whom scornfully I oft refus'd or must I not apace Flie to the Trojans fleet quickly embrace Their last and worst commands will it not sure Do well help to their helper to inure Old favours ought with thankfulnesse be paid But say I would who herein would me aid Or scorned me to their proud ships admit Alas fond fool know'â—t thou not fully yet See'st thou not sensibly the perjurie Of Trojans And what then shall onely I Fly to those jocond sailours shall I fall Upon them with my Tyrian armies all And cause them whom with me I scarce could force From their Sidonian city take recourse To sea again and make them sail with me No rather die as 't is most fit for thee Thy self from sorrow with thy sword set free You sister you o'recome by my first teares My love-pierc'd heart now load with these fierce feares And â—e expos'd unto my flying foe Might I not well have liv'd unyoked so As do bruit beasts unstung with such sharp woe Not having kept faith to Sichaeus plighted With these complaints her heart she sore affrighted Aeneas in 's tall ship resolv'd to sail Yet lies a sleep all fit for his avail To him in sleep appear'd the Gods form right That formerly he saw the same face bright In all like Mercurie colour and voice With yellow haire his corps of youthfull choice Who seemed thus him to advise again Canst thou O Goddesse sonne
The noise vvhereof soon came To her death-daunted sister vvho in fright With panting pace ran thither vvith fierce flight Her nails her cheeks do teare fists beat her breast Amidst the rout rushing screeks out distrest Her dying name O sister was this it Hast thou me thus deceiv'd And did I fit This pile for this these fires and altars frame For what should I forsaken thee first blame Why didst thou me reject for thy deaths mate Thou might'st have me invited to like fate That same smart with the same sword that houre Might both of us have griped in deaths power These hands did also help to build this frame I call'd upon our countrey-Gods great name And yet could cruell I be absent hence And not behold thy fates fierce violence O sister sister thou hast quite undone Thy self my self and all renown begun In citie subjects Carthaginian lords O vvho me now some cleansing streams affords That I may vvash her vvounds And if as yet Any last breath there stray that I may it Sup up at length This said she soon ascends The steepy steps and in her heart contends And on her breast to hug with many a teare The half dead body of her sister deare And with her cloaths the black bloud wipes and dries Whereat she seems to heave her heavy eyes But down again the dead lids fall and fail And at her heart the death-smart doth prevail Thrice she her self rais'd up and strove to rest Upon her arm and thrice by pain opprest She sownding rolled back upon the bed And vvith her stragling sight endeavoured To see the skie-light groaning when 't was found Then mighty Iuno pitying her deaths vvound Protracted vvoe difficultie to die Sent Iris quickly from Olympus high Her strugling soule and fast bound life t' unbinde Because she not by fate nor deaths due kinde Did die but immaturely she poore heart With sudden rage enflam'd wrought her own smart As yet Proserpina took not away Her yellow locks which on her head grew gray Nor her designed to the Stygian lake Dame Iris therefore from the clouds did take Quick flight to her with vvatrie colour'd plumes Which 'gainst the opposite bright sunne assumes A thousand various curious colours cleare And lighting on her head said Charg'd I beare Thy parted soule to Pluto dedicated And free thee from thy corps excruciated This said she clipt her locks at once doth slip All vitall heat life into th' aire doth skip An end of the fourth book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the fifth book Aeneas sails to Sicil hies Where he his fathers obsequies Doth celebrate Acestes kinde About the grave brave games design'd A prodigie a fierie dart Then Iris playes old Beroes part In old-wifes weeds the fleet doth flame But sudden showres doe quench the same Anchises ghost in sleep doth show What warres his sonne must undergoe And by whose guid to passe to hell He builds a town wherein to dwell He leaves the wives and men unfit For Palinure he 'le steeres-man sit MEeanwhile Aeneas half way keeps his course His ships with soft windes cut the waves black source Reviewng poore Eliza's walls on fire The cause unknown of such combustion dire But bitter grief he fear'd for abrupt love Knowing how love-sick passions women move VVith these sad thoughts the Trojans forward sail Least sight of land at sea their fleet doth fail On all sides sea on all sides onely skie He o're his head a watry cloud doth spie Full stuft with storms whose blacknesse frights the seas And in his ship did Palâ—nure displease Whereat he cries Aâ—as vvhat clouds o'respread The heavens What means God Neptune by this dread He bids them play the men their oares to plie Sails to the lee and thus aloud doth crie Dauntlesse Aeneas though great Iove our guide Should promise vve in Italie should ' bide I could not in this case his words confide Such counter-cuffs crosse puffs us turn and vvinde Such dark dim clouds arise as th' aire quite blinde Nor do our reluctations us avail Since fortune forceth let 's vvith fortune sail And go wheres'ere she guides for sure think I Thy brother Eryx trusty towns are nigh And Sicils shores for I have certain sight Of noted starres if I remember right Surely sayes good Aeneas so I see The windes require thy labours all to be In vain I view Then bend thy course that way For a more pleasing place could I I say To rest our weary fleet vvish to attain Then whereas Troyes Acestes kinde doth reigne And vvhere my fathers buried bones remain This said they fetch the haven a Western blast Stretching their sails the navie nimbly past The channell and at length vvith joy each one Gets to the shore unto them all well known But from a loftie hill aloof in 's eye Acestes wondring did their fleet espie Their friendly fleet vvhich he runs down to meet Fierce with 's beares hide and dart them thus to greet VVhose mother Troy him at Crinisus floud Begat He mindefull of 's forefather good Them safe t' enjoy much joyes with countrey cates And friendly gifâ—s receives cheeres consolates Next day so soon as Eastern Sols bright face Had banisht starres Aeneas from each place And part o' th' port assembles all his mates And from a tombes top thus expostulates Renowned Dardans sprung from Ioves high race 'T is now a full and compleat twelve-moneths space Since here our sacred parents bones were laid And reliques left and sad death-altars made And this if I mistake not is the day The dolefull day which I resolve for aye To solemnize and sad to celebrate For so ye Fates ye do it destinate Yea this though Africk me an exile hel'd Though Grecian seas or shores me captiv'd quel'd With annuall votes and due solemnities And altar-decking gifts I 'd memorize Now are we gladly and as I conceive Not without heavens direction and good leave Come to our fathers bones and sacred dust And in t' a faire and friendly port have thrust Come on then let 's glad triumphs celebrate Let 's get faire gales and when my cities state Is stablisht I 'le my sacred rites each yeare To him in temples to him builded beare Troy-born Acestes two fat bullocks great Bestows on every bark throughout the fleet Then at the feast our countrey-Gods let 's place And those which kinde Acestes holds in grace Besides if Sol the ninth day with bright rayes His faire face o're the universe displayes First for our Trojans flying-fleets sea-fight I 'le prizes have for him whose nimble flight Best runs a race for him whose courage stout Wrastles most rare who best flings darts about Or fight with plummet-clubs doth best affect Let all be prest and purchas'd palms expect Lend us your clamours loud with bayes all crown'd This said himself his brows with laurell bound The like Helymus old Acestes doe Lively Ascanius all the youth so too He leaves the parle with thousand tendants brave
stroak Much like a hollow great and o're-grown oak In Erymanth or Ida's wood most great Even by the roots o'returned from its seat The Trojans and Trinacrian lads in zeal Start up hereat and raise a clamorous peal Acestes first to 's fallen old friend doth hie Grieves gets him up Th' old champion speedily Rear'd nothing fear'd with this his sudden fall Flies to the fight more fierce rage feeds his gall Disgrace gives fire to force and foreknown might And fiercely he doth Dares headlong smite And bang about the field with both his hands Redoubling boystrous blows nor quiet stands Nor takes least rest but as thick showers of hail With ratling noise do houses tops assail Even so this chafing champion thrashes out With both his hands young Dares stomack stout Then grave Aeneas hastens to allay Entellus furious rage his wrath to stay And ends the fight gives tired Dares rest And comfort in kinde words he thus exprest Unfortunate what phrenzie blindes thy minde Feel'st thou not mightier force and fates unkinde Submit to God This said the combat ended But him alas his faithfull mates attended Dragging his feeble feet and to and fro His weak head dangling vomiting also Much gore-bloud from his mouth his teeth dasht out Thus to the ships they bore him from the rout Bidden to take the sword and helm away Entellus had the praise and prize o' th' day He victour vanting of his bull for joy Sayes thus Faire prince and you rare troops of Troy Ye now may see what strength my young yeares had And how ye sav'd Dares from death most sad This said against the bull his prize he stands Ties it and takes his club in both his hands And 'twixt the horns gives it a blow so fierce As made the broken bones the brains to pierce The beast is slain lies groveling on the ground Whereat these words he vents from 's heart profound This fitter soule then Dares death to thee Great Eryx I being victour offer free And now my club and art relinquisht be Then straight Aeneas those that would invites To shooting games and them with gifts incites In Sergests ship erects a mightie mast To th' top whereof he ties a pigeon fast Hung by a dangling rope their mark or white The archers come and in t ' a helmet bright The lots are cast and with a joyfull voice Hippoc'on had the first affected choice Whom Mnestheus follows next at sea-fight best Mnestheus his brows with olive-branches drest The third Eurytion was thy brother kinde Rare Pandarus who biddden with brave minde Didst first once charg'd the truce to terminate Through thickest Greeks thy dart make penetrate The last and lowest in the harnesse-cap Fell out to be noble Acestes hap Even he himself would venture valiantly With those brave sparks this shooting-task to try Then with stiffe strength they bend their crooked bows And each for 's use shafts from his quiver choose Hippoc'on first made from his clanging string His arrow cut the aire and flying sing And singing pierce and stick fast in the mast The mast was shook the fluttering foule agast And through them all loud acclamations past Next Mnestheus stout stood with his bow full bent His eye and arrow aim at high intent But yet good man he could not hit the white And yet the coard he did in sunder smite Wherewith the dove by 's feet was ty'd to th' mast Straight with the winde through th' aire the dove flies fast Eurytion then alreadie readie prest With bow and shaft set to to shoot addrest His brother invocates for aid auspicious In th' open aire spies the dove most conspicuous Cheerefully sporting with her wings for joy Whom his quick shaft did nimbly pierce destroy Under a cloud the dove i' th' aire thus dead Falls down and fallen the shot-shaft rendered Acestes onely fails of 's palmes desert Yet into th' aire he shot his whisling dart Proud of his expert art and clanging bow But here behold a most prodigious show And anxious augurie came soon in sight As the strange issue did demonstrate right And omens great which frighting prophets write For i th' cleare aire the flying dart did flame Which gliding on a fire consumes the same And wastes i th' fanning windes just as we see The falling starres when as they gliding be To beare long fiery streams Amaz'd they stand Trinacrians Trojans lift up heart and hand And wise Aeneas marks the omen right And sweet Acestes greets with great delight Loads him with love-gifts and thus to him said Receive grave sir for thee great Jove hath made By this strange signe though prizelesse worthy praise Receive this gift in old Anchises dayes Bestow'd on him by Cisseus king of Thrace A pledge of his great love and friendly grace A goblet great engraven with figures faire This said he bindes his brows with garlands rare And doth Acest prime conquerour declare Nor did Eurytion kinde this honour grudge Though he alone as all might justly judge The pigeon fell'd from skie The next reward He therefore had for he 't was cut the coard He had the last whose dart the mast did cleave But brave Aeneas e're the sport they leave Epitides Ascanius guardian there And mate he calls and whispers in his eare And sayes Go quick bid my sonne come away If all the childrens troops be in aray And horse-race ready with his bands to goe Unto his grandsire and in Martiall show To shew himself Aeneas self mean space Commands the folk flocking about the place To gather in a ring the plain to cleare And now the lively striplings all draw neare Before their fathers on bright bridled steeds Which in the Trojans and Trinacrians breeds Great admiration exultation great All had their haire as custome was cut neat And helmets on their heads in 's hand each kept A paire of horny speares with steel well tipt Some at their backs wore quivers dainty light About their necks gold chains their breasts bedight Three coronets of horse three captains have Twelve children glistring in their arms most brave Attending them and masters them to guide One brave battalion which with Martiall pride Thy noble sonne Polites Priam faire VVho did his kingly grandsires sirname beare And must the bounds of Italie advance VVho on a stately Thracian steed did prance All partly colour'dwith faire specks o◠white His forefeet so his proud head born upright A white starre on his brow a comely sight Another band young Atys lively led From whom the Romane Atyan race was spread Young Atys to Iülus young most deare The last and best for beauty without peere VVas faire Iülus on a courser brave Of Carthage vvhich to him queen Dido gave A signe and symbol of her love to him The rest being grave Acestes yonkers trim Come on Trinacrian steeds The Trojan rout Receive them full of fame-affecting doubt VVith great applause and taking great delight In sweet conceipt of grave ancestours sight Their
it stood a mightie open gate With adamantine pillars set in view Such as nor Gods nor men could cut or hew By strength or art a brazen tovvre stood high Where Tisiphone fierce sate usually In bloudy robes and night and day did guard And watch the way From hence was eas'ly heard Great groans and moans of screeking smart and pains And rumbling noise of shackling iron chains Aeneas stood amaz'd dampt with that din And said Faire lady tell me what 's within What damned soules what plagues what hideous cries Are those I heare To whom she thus replies Brave Trojan prince no upright man may dwell In this nefarious nest of damned hell But me when as Proserpina me made Hells governesse she taught and open layd The plagues which Gods inflict shew'd me them all Here 's sayth she Rhadamanthus horrid hall Where he corrects and findes out knaveries Forcing confession of all villanies And when they hope to scape with foolish joy At last in death he plagues them with annoy Then Tisiphone in one hand a whip Revenge fully makes guiltie soules to skip With furious lashes holding stinging snakes In th' other hand which greater tortures makes Calling for all her furious sisters aid At last the sacred gates huge screeking made And opened wide Seest thou sayes she to him What looks look on us what a guard most grim Sits at the porch see horrid Hydra's seat With fiftie snaky heads and gape-mouths great Then hell it self full twice as broad and deep Downward as heaven upward beheld is steep Here Titans youthfull troop earths aged race By thunder thrown down sunk to th' deepest place And here the bastard-giant twinnes I saw Which with their hands meant heaven to scale and draw Great Iupiter from his supernall seat I saw Salmoneâ—s suffering tortures great For he Ioves lightning needs would imitate And rattling thunder being born in state Upon foure horses shaking flames of fire Making Greek towns and countreys him admire In triumph drawn in frantick arrogance Himself with Ioves due honour to advance Whiles he heaven inimitable fire By sounding brasse and horn-hooft steeds desire To counterfeit in their most swift careeres But mighty Iove to whom this soon appeares Through thickest clouds dasht out a deadly dart Nor could his torches nor bright fierie art Assist and headlong in a storm him slew There also might you mighty Tityus view Fructiferous Terra's sonne whose body great Stretcht out in breadth nine acres is compleat A foule devouring vultures bending bill Gnawing upon his wastelesse intralls still Whose guts him ever glut with horrid pains Thus feeding on his breast it still remains And restlessely pulls his regrowing veins Why speak I of Lapitha Ixion And Pirithous on whom a huge flint-stone Doth alwayes hang and alwayes seem to fall Before whom stand rich lustfull beds most tall And costly cates to feed their luxurie Stand ready disht but nestling o're them nigh Stands the prime Furie and them strict commands Not once to touch the table with their hands And if they stirre she starts up in great ire Rattles them up bangs them with flames of fire Here brother-haters whiles they liv'd I saw Parents despisers cheaters of just law Rich churles who got great wealth but for themselves The greatest troops being of these impious elves Such as for foule adulteries have been slain And who in jurious jarres do entertain Who rob their masters traitours are to th' state All these with plagues hell doth incarcerate Nor need'st thou ask what pains and tortures fierce These various vitious men do sting and pierce Some ' rowl huge stones soâ—e hang fast ty'de to wheels Thus wofull Theseus torments sits and feels And e're shall feel Thus Phlegyas most of all With hortatorie cries in hell doth yaull Be warn'd be just the Gods do not despise For gold of 's countrey he made merchandize And brought in an usurping powerfull lord Old laws annull'd made new laws for reward Another did his daughters bed defile Using forbidden copulation vile All did foule deeds and what they will'd enjoy'd Had I an hundred tongues to be employ'd An hundred mouths and iron elocution I could not shew the diverse distribution Of all the kindes of hells impieties And every plague which on them heavy lies This when Apollo's Sibyll sage had said Let 's now go on sayes he all stayes evade And our intended task begun conclude Come let 's make haste for I farre off have view'd The Cyclops shops strong walls high chimneys stand Where we to leave our present have command This said together they blinde paths passe by Taking the midway to the gates drew nigh Aeneas first rusht in with water cleare Sprinckles himself and on a post most neare Unto the gate the branch of gold sticks fast Which done his gift given to the Goddesse past They came at length into these pleasant places Those fragrant fiâ—lds and groves of all the Graces Those sacred seats where's larger purer aire Bright light true sense of starres and Phoebus faire Where some delight in grassy plains to sport To skip and leap in sand in wrastling sort Some dance and sing and trip it on their toes VVhiles Orpheus in his priest-like long gown goes About and playes on 's seven-fold sounding lute And strikes the strings with quill and skill acute Here he beheld Troyes ancient noble race Her potent peeres born in more blisâ—efull case Ilus Assaracus first king of Troy Dardan their arms put off with peacefull joy He uselesse chariots wondring sees set by Their speares fast fixt in ground and carelessely Their steeds let loose feeding in pastures wide And look what chariots love what Martiall pride They living had what care to feed and dresse Their gallant coursers now 't was here no lesse Again on 's right and left hand he doth eye Some feeding on the grasse sing merrylie Rare panegyricks 'mongst sweet lawrell trees VVhere fluent Poâ— through groves to flow he sees Here patriots good who for their countrey dy'd Here priests who liv'd most modest lives did bide Here pious prophets who pure truths did preach Here expert artists who rare arts did teach And here were they who mindefull of their state Made others their true goodnesse gratulate All these were crown'd with fragrant garlands gay By whom environ'd thus did Sibyll say But chiefly to Musaeus 'mongst them all For he vvas in the midst and faâ—re most tall O say sweet soules and thou priest most divine What parts what place doth old Anchises shrine For for this cause this toile we undertake Are hither come have swumme hells mighty lake To whom this Heroë this reply did make No soule hath certain seat here we all dwell In shady groves flower-beds in fields that smell Most fresh and fragrant grac'd vvith rivers cleare But ye if thereunto such joy ye beare Climbe o're this hill your vvay I 'le easie make This said by his good guide their way they take And as they passe he shows them fields
renowned prince doth yonder stand Crown'd with a sacred olive-branch oh now I know him by 's gray haires on beard and brow Even noble Numa the first Romane king Who shall establish laws and make Rome spring From a poore land by simple Sabines aid Unto a mightie monarchie firm laid Whom Tullus shall succeed his men to make Their lazie lives to leave arms up to take And wonted triumphs now again to gain Next him shall rise Ancus with ampler train Too much affecting popularity And if thou wilt hither reflect thine eye And see the kingly Tarquines haughty heart And Brutus acting the revengers part Shall first accept the consuls dignity VVith bundles born and axes fatally This father first his own sonnes shall destroy Raising rebellions to the states annoy And slay them for his countrey liberty Unhappie howsoe're posterity May elevate and much commend the same O'recome with 's countreys love and thirst of fame See there where Decii Drusi stately stand And fierce Torquatus with his ax in 's hand And brave Camillus stoutly doth regain Romes ensignes lost But that most royall twain Whom thou seest glistring in like-arms most plain And now seem loving soules kept in deep shades Ah! what fierce warres with slicing bloudy blades Shall they raise up when once they rise to life What battells shall they fight what stintlesse strife The fath'r in law passing th' Alps altitude The sonne in law with 's Eastern multitude In battell ray Not so deare sonne not so Use not uncivil civil-warres of woe T'embrew your honour'd hands in countreys bloud And thou O thou Câ—sarean sonne most good Great seed of Iove sprung from a sacred line With such foule warres stain not those hands of thine The Capitoll he shall triumphant take And in hiâ— chariot make Corinthus quake The Grecians slain he Argos shall subdue And trample down proud Agamemnons crew And victour vanquish Pyrrhus self most strong Armipotent Achilles lay along And thus old Troyes great wrongs revenge shall have And Pallases polluted temple brave And who can thee grave Cato here omit Or of couragious Cossus silent sit Of Gracchus great those two rare Scipios Warre wondrous thunder-bolts to Carthage woes Fabricius mightie in his mean estate Serranus plow-man yet Romes potentate VVhy am I tyr'd to tell of Fabius grâ—â—t That mightie man whose wisedome to retreat And grave cunctation shall Romes wrack repaire Some for their skill in brazen statutes rare Some able I think hard marbles so to cut And carve as if they life had in them put Some famous for facundous oratorie Some for the Math'maticks deserving glorie But thou rare Romane rule with might and right Let this be thy chief art thy choice delight To plant good laws in peace to use most kinde Good subjects but to curb the haughty minde Thus grave Anchises and to their more wonder Behold sayes he mightie Marcellus yonder How he with spoiles most richly loaded goes And all transcending him great victour shows He he shall Rome from ruines re-advance Curb and crush Carthage and subdue all France A third time shall to Iove in sacrifice Hang up the captive arms his Martiall prize And here Aeneas for he saw in 's sight A lovely lively youth in armour bright But with a heavy look and cast-down eye Sayes Father pray who 's that in 's company His sonne or some of his renowned race VVhat noise they make see his most portly pace VVhy do such dark black mists his head so hide To whom Anchises weeping thus repli'de Deare sonne long not to know thy countreys woe The fates this childe to th' world will onely show And onely so Rome sure seem'd too too great To you high Gods if her imperiall seat Had been perpetuall O what sighs and cries Shall by his death unto great Rome arise I' th' field of Mars what frequent funeralls Shalt thou swift Tyber in thy fluent falls Behold as thou dost by his new grave glide Nâ—'re shall a sprig sprung from our Trojan side Exalt Italian ancestours so fairely Nor Rome triumph in any race so rarely Alas for his connative pietie Alas for faith spread by antiquitie And Martiall spirit what do these avail Who unreveng'd durst him in arms assail And or on horse or foot durst him encounter But he was ever found his farre surmounter Ah prince to be deplor'd if fates decree Hard fates thou scape thou shalt Marcellus be O give me now handfulls of lilies faire And let me strew with store of violets rare Those odoriferous gifts about the grave Though all in vain of this our kinsman brave Thus in these sad complaints they stray about And prie and spie all in those fields throughout And when Anchises all to 's sonne had shown And fire of future fame in 's heart had blown At last he shews what battells he must fight Latinus towns Italians warre-like might And how to beare or forbeare hazards all Which could or should i' th' future him befall There are sayes he two dormitive great gates Th' one made of horn as fame to us relates By which true spirits have a passage right Th' other of elephantine ivorie bright But false and fictious dreams soules this way send When thus Anchises did his conference end Both to his sonne and to the Sibyll grave Through th' ivorie gate he them free passage gave He hastes to 's fleet revisits his old friends And to Cateta's port his course he bends Where they with joy their anchours all do cast And there the fleet at shore is fixed fast An end of the sixth book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the seventh book Caieta dead here buried lies Aeneas to Laurentum hies Which he did plainly understand By his Ascanius was the land By fates assign'd Then straight he sent An hundred legates eloquent With presents to Latinus great A peace and pardon to intreat The king with peace doth them dispatch And for his daughter makes a match Juno displeas'd Alecto's sent From hell i'th'peace to make a rent A wounded stagge breeds all the jarre Confederates fit themselves for warre ANd thy death nurse Caieta in this strand Eternally hath memoriz'd our land And now thine honour there thy bones and name Great Italie maintains If this thy fame May ought enlarge but her due obsequies Rightly perform'd her grave made high to rise Seas smooth and calm Aeneas hoyst up sails And left the port with prosperous nightly gales Nor did dame Luna's light impeach their pace But made a shivering shine on seas surface Thus Circes next adjacent shores they slice Where Sols rich daughters daily songs entice In groves unpassable where she by night In her proud palace burneth fires most bright Of odoriferous cedar watchfully With nimble spindle spinning curiously Hence we might heare by night fierce lions roare Strugling in rage against the bonds they bore Wilde beares and bristly boares rage in their stie And shapes of mighty wolves howl hideously Whom furious Circe by her sorcerie And
chides them thus These monstrous signes are surely ominous Unto the Trojans Iove himself you see Takes from them thus all hope and help to flee Rutulians need not sword or fire t' infest From sea-fight sea-flight Trojans are distrest Thus part of their protections from them ta'ne All the land-power doth in our hands remain For many thousands arm'd in Italie We have Troyes scarre-crows can't us terrifie If Trojans of the great Gods answers boast The fates and Venus have them given the most They can deâ—ire Latiums faire land to see On th' other side are not my fates to me That cursed stock with sword to ruinate Which would a wife perforce praeoccupate Nor Agamemnons kinne this sole concerns Nor Greeks alone this grief due caution learns To arm themselves Enough one wrack had been If they enough had held it once to sinne Should not all women to them hatefull be What trust in triviall trenches can they see Delayes by ditches thus to pride their minde Which they small distances from death shall finde Have they not seen Troyes walls by Neptune wrought Maugre their might to ashes to be brought But oh brave sparks who of you will with me Break through their trenches and most fiercely flee Upon their quaking camps I have no need Of Vulcans arms or thousand ships ofspeed Against these trembling Trojans Let them get All their Etrurian mates with them t' abet I 'le seek no shades no shelters of dark night No theevish horses paunch by Pallas slight Let them not feare their watch-towers to be slain For we by day most stoutly will maintain The battell brave and girt their walls with fire I 'le make them know that now with Grecian ire Or Greekish spirits they do not contest VVhom their great Hector ten yeares did molest But now since more then half the day is past VVhat yet remains but that with sweet repast Every one fit himself to play the man Bravely to end what he so well began Meanwhile the care of keeping watch and ward By Sentinels with vigilant regard About the gates is to Messapus granted VVho â—bout the walls with sword and fire is planted Fourteen Rutulian captains were chose out Each guarded with his hundred souldiers stout In glistring azure arms adorn'd with gold And these their quarters 'bout the trench must hold They spread themselves change turns laid on the ground And wine in bowls they all carouse profound Making huge fires in mirth and much delight Breaking their sleep and wasting thus the night These things the Trojans from their trenches spie And armed all do keep themselves on high Yet with great care and feare the gates they guard VVith bridges and strong barricadoes bar'd Still arm'd brave Mnestheus and Serestus stout VVhom in all straits and cases of great doubt Aeneas o're his youth chief guidance gave And made commanders bravely them behave Each band abode in watch upon the wall And took his turn as dangers did them call Couragious Nisus strongly kept one gate VVhom Ida's huntresse sent Aeneas mate By Hyrtacus his father bravely bred At bow and arrows well experienced Next him Euryalus his faithfull friend VVhose beauteous countenance did him commend Past all the Trojans but no arms did beare For yet smooth unshaven doun his chin did weare Each lov'd alike and each for other fought Each kept the gate by course with courage stout Thus then sayes Nisus to Euryalus Deare brother have the Gods enflamed thus Our hearts with love or is mans genius high A God unto himself Long time have I Been mov'd in minde some fight or fact most great To enterprise nor can I quench this heat Thou seest those proud Rutulians hopes most high Their various fires how they even buried lie In wine and sleep how all all-o're is still Now mark I pray what doubts my heart do fill And whereon now I muse and meditate Does not our armie now expostâ—late Both peeres and people with a joynt consent To call Aeneas home incontinent Send men and messages of our estate Him to enform If they 'le remunerate Thee for the fact which now I 'le undertake For to my self fame shall requitall make Me thinks I could break through our enemies And by that bank a passage enterprise To Pallanteum Faire Euryalus Hereat astonisht yet most valourous With love of laâ—d enflam'd sayes with brave minde To his endeered friend My Nisus kinde Wouldst thou thy mate in great facts leave behinde Should I in such great straits leave thee alone No sure my father as it is well known Opheltes well in warres experienced Hath me not therein so absurdly bred In all our Grecian terrours Trojan toiles Nor hath mine honour yet receiv'd such foiles Following Aeneas brave in 's utmost ill I want not courage no I want not will To scorn this light yea life it self for thee To welcome death that thou mayst honour'd be Surely sayes Nisus never did I feare Such things in thee oh no it impious were So to suspect O may great Iove above So link me firmly to thy faithfull love Or any equall-sighted deity Observing herein my sinceritie But if there should as such things oft fall out If there should happen any adverse doubt Or fatall danger oh mayst thou survive Rather then I worthier to rest alive May one remain to snatch me from the fight Or to redeem me to a funerall rite Or if this favour fortune me denie Yet to me dead to frame an elegie My herse with some death-dues to dignifie Oh never may I to thy mother bring Cause of such woe her wretched hands to wring Thy mother deare of many matrons best Who durst for thee faire youth refuse sweet rest Neglect the welcome of Troyes kinde Acest Euryalus reply'd Thou ply'st in vain These vain excuses constant I remain Let 's then sayes he make haste and therewithall They stirre about and the next watchmen call Who straight gave way chang'd turns and left their station And thus with Nisus he makes properation To call their king Now all the rest took rest Their day-toiles thus with sweet sleep were redrest Now Troyes prime peeres and youths of best respect In councel sate state-businesse to direct Consulting what to do who news should beare Unto Aeneas Leaning on their speare They carefully do stand in hand their shields Just in the midst both of their camp and fields Then Nisus and Euryalus most brave Hast'ned unto them and admittance crave Saying they had a businesse great t' impart Delay whereof might turn unto thâ—ir smart Ascanius first them carefull did receive And unto Nisus to begin gave leave Thus then he spake Attend brave Trojan peeres With moderate mindes and judge not by our yeares The motion we now make Our Rutule foes O'recome with wine and sleep do them repose All snorting on the ground and we have spi'de A place where we an ambush safe may hide Open to th' gate which to the two-paths guides The gate I say neare which
for he spi'de Euryalus to too much wrath inclinde And nought but bloud and slaughter still to minde Let 's now surcease sayes he for tell-tale day Hastens upon us and we must away Enough revenge we now exhausted have And through our foes our passage purchas'd brave Much wealth they left behinde silver and gold Rich arms rare bowls faire carpets to behold Euryalus had from king Rhamnes ta'ne Rich gold-bost trappings when he had him slain And golden girts which wealthie Caedicus At the league linking sent to Remulus As friendly gifts and which he dying gave Unto his nephew after death to have But he being dead the Rutuls got that prey In warre Euryalus took these away And but in vain upon his shoulders strong With courage brave bare them with him along Messapus handsome helm with comely crest Fitting him well he wore Thus then addrest They past the camp and on securely went Meanwhile a troop of horse which forth were sent Out of Latinus town whiles all the rest Of th' armed bands stayd in the camp addrest Past on unto king Turnus to declare The message sent three hundred men there were All bravely arm'd Volscens their Generall Who now drew neare the camp approacht the wall When those farre off did both those two perceive Hastily them on the left hand to leave And young Euryalus his helmet gay By the nights glimmering light did them betray He most unmindefull of the glist'ring brightnesse The helmet did reflect against least lightnesse VVhich fairely seen Volscens aloud did say Stay masters stay why passe ye on this way VVhy are ye arm'd and whither are ye bound They answered nought but swift away they wound And scud into the wood hoping dark night VVould them advantage thus to scape by flight The horsemen 'bout known-turning paths do lie And here and there each passage fortifie VVith a strong guard The wood was wide o're-grown Full of great oaks and prickly bushes known And scratching briers and brambles and thereby VVayes were shut up and paths most hard to spie And shade of trees and heavy weight of spoiles Molest Euryalus with tedious toiles And ignorance o' th' way did him delude But Nisus got away his foes eschew'd And unadvised had escapt that place Not thinking on Euryalus his case Which afterward was call'd from Alba faire Albanus where king Latines stables rare Were situated Nisus here made stay And but in vain finding his friend away O where sayes he Euryalus have I Unhappie I thee left in miserie O whither should I go to follow thee Straight hereupon away he back doth flee Through those perplexed paths pries all about The crooked woods false creeks and nooks throughout Observes each passage as he backward goes And through thick thickets where no way he knows Horses he heares he heares a noise at last And signes of some at heels him following fast Nor was it long ere clamours came to 's eares Nor ere Euryalus poore case appeares VVhom all the band through errour of the place And darksome night and coming-on apace Of th' enemie swiftly and suddenly Had now surpriz'd yet fighting valiantly And what should he do now what strength expresse What force to free the young man from distresse VVhat should he dying rush i' th' midst of 's foes By honour'd death make haste his life to lose Advancing straight his arm shaking his lance Thus to the Moon he did his votes advance Faire Goddesse thou thou seest our present woe Help us this danger great to undergo O thou starres state woods warder daughter faire Of Titan bright if on thine altars rare My father Hyrtacus did e're for me Presents present if I my self to thee In hunting have augmented thine oblations And on thy scutchion hung due adornations Great gracefull gifts on sacred posts made fast Grant then I pray I may at least at last Vex and perplex this troop most turbulent Do thou my darts direct to that intent Thus having said and pray'd with all his might He cast a dart which pierc'd black shades of night And flying lighted on and brake in twain Great Solmons targe piercing with mortall pain His vitall part his heart he 's overthrown And with a deep and heart-string-breaking groan Disgorg'd a floud of luke-warm bloud and straight He waxed cold because inanimate The souldiers diverse wayes do look about And see a fiercer then the first flie out For he by 's eare levell'd another dart Which whiles they troubled stood with fatall smart Whistlingly flying Tagus temples twain Did penetrate and stuck fast in his brain Volscens hereat grew violent and mad Not knowing th' author of these facts so bad Nor upon whom deserv'd revenge to take But as for thee sayes he I 'le surely make Thy bloud requite the death of both my friends Thus at Euryalus his sword he bends Straight noble Nisus thereat much molested In rage cries out seeing his friend infested Himself not willing longer now to hide Or so great sorrow in his friend to ' bide 'T was I Rutulians I that did the deed Here here I am against me me proceed And set your swords on me revenge to take My hand and heart did all this mischief make He durst not do this deed alas not he Nor could he do it by these heavens you see And testifying starres I truth protest Onely his love he hath too much exprest Unto his friend me his unhappy friend These words he spake but they their swords do bend With utmost force against Euryalus And through his sides vvith rancour venomous They pierce his heart and he falls down stark dead Whose hearts gore-bloud doth all his parts o'respread His neck between his shoulders doubled lay Even as the plow to make his furrowed way Cuts down a violet faire which withering dies Or like tall poppy which by showres from skies O're-laid from its weak neck hangs down the head But Nisus nobly shaking off all dread Burst into thickest foes and singles out From all the rest their leader Volscens stout With whom alone he would the combate trie About both whom the totall troop doth flie And neare at hand still Nisus they molest Who nimbly still stomack and strength exprest And bravely whiskt about his bloudy blade Till this Rutulian crying loud dismayd He sheath'd his sword in 's mouth thrust down his throat And made his soule sing a harsh dying note Himself being wounded mortally also O're his friends body he himself did throw And so at last in pleasing rest expir'd Both fortunate both in their love admir'd If my poore layes their praise could dignifie No age should e're blot out their memorie As long as brave Aeneas kin remain And Rome her Capitol shall firm sustain And Romanes o're the world have emperie So long my lines their loves should magnifie The sad Rutulians with their spoiles and prey Though â—onquerours unto their camp convay Their Volscens slain with many a weeping eye And for king Rhamnes fatall destinie And for
fiercely flie Even where he saw their swords and shields most thick But Lycus being of foot more light and quick Betook him to his heels through thickest bands Fled to the walls strove there with feet and hands To clamber up hopefull of help from 's friends Whom Turnus following at him fiercely bends A deadly dart and like a conquerour stout With these like chafing terms to him cries out Thou frantick fool think'st thou our hands to flee Supposest thou from us secure to be And with those words as he did upward crawl He pull'd him down and with him part o th' wall Much like an eagle preying on a hare Or some white swan rising up into th' aire Fiercely pull'd down by th' eagles tallons strong Or like a rav'ning wolf whose chaps do long To lick the bloud of the poore bleating lambe And therefore in the stall pulls him from 's damme From all parts clamours rise assaults are made With rubbish heaps the dikes are levell laid Fierce flaming brands to houses tops are cast But as Leucetius to the gates came fast To fire the same Troyes Ilioneus brave With a huge stone a deadly pelt him gave When valiantly Liger Emathion slew Asylas made death Chorineus due The one at darts th' other at shafts excell'd Caeneus stout by death Ortygius quel'd Turnus the victour Caeneui did slay Clonius and Itys he with death did pay Dioxippus and Promulus most stout And Sagaris and Ida holding out Worthilie on the wall but Capys brave Privernus kill'd and him Themilla gave A light wound with his lance who instantly Threw his shield from him and most foolishly Claps his hand on the wound whereat most fierce A winged shaft his left-side ribs did pierce And nail'd his hand unto his wounded side And bor'd his breathing lights wherewith he dy'd Brave Arcens sonne stood there in battell ray Clad in a coat of needle-work most gay Of a dark Spanish-purple colour rare Himself of lovely look and countnance faire Whom Arcens his great sire to warres had sent Bred up in Mars his grove neare the current Of Symâ—ths floud where is the altar faire And full of presents of Palicus rare Mezentius bold his lance being laid aside A whisling sling up took with Martiall pride And swung it thrice most fiercely 'bout his head The leaden bullet as it swiftly fled Melted i' th' aire and dasht him on the pate And dead upon the sands laid him prostrate Ascanius then for his first enterprise Is said to fling a shaft in Martiall wise Who formerly wilde-beasts was wont to fright Wherewith Numanus he did deadly smite Who was surnamed Remulus this same Turnus his younger sister a faire dame Did lately wed he in the forefront loud Vanting vain and vile things with spirit proud Unworthie our relation strook with feare Of kindred new the kingdomes rule to beare Went up and down boasting with haughtie din As if some princely pers'nage he had bin Twitting the Trojans thus Base cowards all Shame ye not to sit mew'd up in a wall To be immur'd in trenches now again Twice captiv'd Phrygians think ye but in vain By walls to scape from death I pray behold What gallant lads are these that dare be bold By warres to get our wives what destinie What madnesse great drave you to Italie Here are not Greeks Atrides tired rout No false Vlysses tongues to feigne and flout We are a people tough from rough stocks stemme Our children at the first we make to swimme In frozen flouds and harden them thereby Our boyes are bred to rare activitie In hunting beasts and them i' th' woods to tire To ride great horse is sport which they desire And horny darts to cast they much affect But constant at their work without neglect Small wealth our youth contents and either they With rakes and plowes do make the ground obey Their thriftie wills or towns with warre suppresse Thus every age doth it to steel addresse Yea even in peace our speares we hold in hand Working our cattell plowing up our land Nor does weak old-age weaken our stout mindes Make valour vanish but each gray-haires bindes His helm unto his head fresh spoiles and prey With sword and shield daily to beare away But as for you your cloathsare rich and rare Of purple hues embroidered all most faire Signes of your lazie mindes and your delights In wanton dancings are fond carpet-knights In jackets short with sleeves most delicate And hairelace bongrace most effeminate Fond Phrygian females masculines y' are none Gad to your Dindyms high hills every one Whereas your various-vain pipes sounds do call You to your wonted wanton dancings all Your Idaean mother Berecynthia faire To make you sport doth taber and pipe prepare Let arms alone to men touch not steel-swords Him vaunting thus with bold and bitter words Ascanius brave no longer could forbeare But he his horse-hide bow straight up doth reare His shaft set ready and his arms stretcht out To Iupiter he prayes with courage stout All-potent Iove my bold beginnings aid And on thine altar shall vow'd gifts be paid A faire fat bull with gilded horns most high And a young calf like his damme lustily Bearing his head whose pace makes dust to flie Iove heard from heaven and from a skie most cleare Ascanius did a prosperous thunder heare Whose bow therewith set ready at full bent A deadly arrow fiercely forth he sent The whistling shaft through th' aire took nimble flight And on proud Remulus his pate did light Piercing his brains Go sayes the young prince stout Go on true vertue with vain brags to flout Twice-captiv'd Phrygians send Rutulians thus This answer Thus did brave Ascanius The Trojans with loud cries second the same Fiercely flie on spurr'd with affected fame As then it hapt Apollo sagely sitting Upon a cloud i' th' open aire befitting Beheld th' Italian troops and Trojan town And thus t' Iülus said to 's high renown Go on brave spark rare vertues to augment Thus fame shall raise thee to heavens firmament Faire sonne and future sire of Gods most great All following bloudie broiles most boistrous heat Shall by the fates most due decree decrease Under great Dardans line and end in peace Troy can thee not contain And this being said Down from the skies his way he smoothly made And doffing all aire-puffing vapours quite He kindely came into Ascanius sight And on him took old Butes shape and face He heretofore enjoy'd the honour'd place Of Troyes Anchises page and guardian just Of temple rites and as a mate of trust The aged sire Ascanius sociates In every thing Apollo imitates An old-man right as he along did go In count'nance colour and gray locks also In ratling Martiall armour drest and thus And thus he spake t'enflam'd Ascanius Let it suffice thee brave Aeneas sonne What thou hast freely on Numanus done He slain thou safe now then for thy first praise Apollo great doth crown thee with due bayes And envies
troops your foes to meet And with your swords assail them for this way Your countrey wills us all our parts to play No angry Gods but mortall foes you force VVe have as many hands and hearts to course And chase our foes behold the seas also VVhose waves so block us up and 'bout us flow That there 's no hope by land away to flie And will ye back to Troy by sea now hie And with these words himselfi'th ' midst of all Doth on the thickest ranks of Rutuls fall VVhom Lagus first by fate unhappie meets VVhom as a mightie stone he pull'd he greets VVith deadly dart which ribs and back did pierce VVhich sticking in the bones he pulls out fierce But over him he did not Hisbon slay Yet this he hop't t' have done without delay For as he rusht and rag'd regardlesse quite Of his mates death him Pallas deep did smite And sheath'd his sword in 's heart and life forth drew Thus Helenâ—s Anchemolus he slew From Rhoetus ancient offspring sprung who durst Defile his step-dames bed with most accurst Incestuous lust You Rutuls twins most stout Daucius two sonnes vvho valiantly had fought Both you he slew Tymber and Larides So like by birth they were that 'twixt both these None even their parents could no difference see Nor by their persons sweet deceived be But Pallas 'twixt them made a difference great Even 'twixt you both for in his Martiall heat His sword cut off thy head O Tymber faire And thy right hand par'd off Larides rare Whose half-dead hand sprawling his sword le ts go Th' Arcadians vvho but late retyred so With Pallas vvords and vvorthie deeds spurr'd on Now rage and shame arms them to set upon Their fiercest foes Then Pallas prosecutes And Rhoeteus swiftly flying executes Like tariance and delay he Ilus sent For as at Ilus he his strong speare bent It Rhoeteus intercepts and slayes by th' vvay And there faire Teuthra flying it doth slay And 's brother Tyres who from chariot reels And being half dead beats the ground vvith's heels And as the shepherd vvhen vvisht vvindes do â—low In summer does i' th' woods his fires bestow Which by their nearenesse fire do quickly take And o're the fields a vast combustion make And vvhiles thus Vulcans armie spreads about He like a victour glad at flames doth flout Thus all their mates their powers in one unite Which sight to see thee Pallas did delight But Martiall Halesus all foes defies And with his shield 'gainst them his power applies And Ladon soon he slayes and Phaeretus Demodocus and of Strymonâ—us With his bright blade he cut off the right hand Threatning Halesus throat nor still doth stand But Thoas brains he dasht out with a stone And mixt together bloud and brains and bone Halesus father his sonnes fate foresaw Him therefore to a wood he did withdraw But when old-age his life for death did fit Th' impartiall Parcae from their hands commit Him to Euanders darts whom Pallas thus Assails but first thus prayes Grant now to us Grave father Tyber that this dart I throw May finde good fortune and the right way go Through haughtie Halesus obdurate breast So shall thy aged oak be deckt and drest With this mans arms and spoils The God did heare And whiles Halesus hop't away to beare Imaons spoils a strong Arcadian dart Through 's open breast pierct his unhapppie heart But lusty Lausus did least feare disdain At slaughter of so rare a prince thus slain A prime part of the warre nor would admit His Rutuls to be thereat dampt a whit For first confronting Abas strong he slayes The bolt and barre of these most furious frayes Down fall Arcadians down Etrurians fall And Trojans thick which scap't from Grecian thrall Both armies meet captains and souldiers fight With equall force the reeres with utmost might Presse forward making their approach so thick That the whole armie seems stone-still to stick Without least motion Pallas hereupon His souldiers urgeth and inciteth on Here Lausus laboureth on the other side Neither much different in their youthfull pride Both bravely beautifull but both gain-said Into their countrey to make retrograde And hereunto Iove would not condescend That they in single duell should contend But for a greater foe their fate now waits Meanwhile Iuturna moves and instigates Her brother Turnus Lausus straight to aid Who in a wingy-chariot swiftly made Through thickest of their troops and when he saw Both Time and 's Martiall mates from fight withdraw I sayes he I alone must Pallas finde To me alone I see his death assign'd I wish his father now spectatour were And hereupon his mates the field forbeare Being charged thereunto The princely spark As he the captains pride and power did mark In 's Rutuls quick withdrawing stood amaz'd And â—tupifi'de on Turnus stature gaz'd With envying eyes viewing his limbes most great And every part about him most compleat Thus then unto the kings words he replies Sure I shall now get praise by this rich prize Or by a noble death My father sure Is just and wise what fates will to endure Spare then thy brags and threats Thus having said 〈◊〉 the midst o' th' Martiall list he made Th' Arcadians hearts were fill'd with chilling feare Turnus from 's chariot then descending there And now on foot was stately seen draw nigh Like a fierce lion who from 's den doth spie A stout big bull fitting himself to fight Farre off i' th' field he to him takes his flight Even such is Turnus in his fierce accesse VVhom Pallas now within the reach doth guesse Ofhis darts-cast Pallas doth first advance Unmatcht in might but hoping happie chance First thus he prayes O thou Alcides great I by my fathers kindenesse thee intreat VVho thee a stranger took to bed and board To my designes thy mightie aid afford And let my adversarie half-dead see Himself of 's bloudy arms bespoil'd to be And let proud Turnus see with dying eye Me winne the field with valiant victorie Hercules heard the youth and but in vain Fetcht a deep sigh which did even teares constrain Then mightie Iove to 's sonne most kindely sayes To each man 's given his appointed dayes Mans life is short his time irrevocable But fame by facts to make most memorable Is vertues work indeed Under the wall Of stately Troy how many sonnes did fall Even sonnes of Gods yea my Sarpedon faire My sonne 〈◊〉 slain the fates would him not spare And Turnus hath a term and certain fate And his lifes period hastes to terminate This said on Rutuls fields his eyes he bent And Pallas now wiâ—h all his force forth sent A nimble speare and from his scabbard drew His glistring blade The speare most fiâ—rcely â—lew To Turnus shoulder on his armour blue And on the brim of 's shield did glance along And gave a clattering blow on 's bodie strong Turnus hereat shaking a speare of oak Tipt with sharp steel
again Even so Aeneas showr'd on round about VVith shafts this cloud of warre strongly beares out And ' bides all brunts and chides young Lausus sore And bitterly thus threatens Lausus poore VVhither weak childe of death dost rush so fast VVhy dost thou on facts past thy strength thee cast Thy filiall zeal doth flout thee most unwise Lausus no lesse doth madly him despise VVhich makes this Trojan captains rage break out And now the fatall sisters had spun out Lausus last thred of life for now with ruth Aeneas through the bodie of the youth Made his bright blade to enter instantly There wholly hid his shield and arms do flie In parts and slasht his coat wrought curiously His mothers work and fill'd his breast with gore VVherewith his soule into the aire did soare And left his corps But when with ruthfull eye Aeneas did his dying count'nance spie His count'nance which waxt wondrous pale and wan He deeply sigh'd greatly to grieve began Embrac'd him in his arms and call'd to minde The tender love to sonnes in parents kinde And sonnes reciprocall to sires and said VVhat honour now may worthily be paid Belov'd and much lamented youth to thee VVhat gift may to thy goodnesse congruent be From kinde Aeneas all thy arms most rare VVherein thou joy'dst not mine but thine they are Thy corps also for buriall I commit Unto thy sire if he have care of it Yet let this thee unhappie happifie That thou by great Aeneas hands didst die Then freely he his friends checks tauntinglie For their delay himself lifts him from ground His lovely locks i' th' fashion comptly bound Being all-besmear'd with bloud In this mean space His father dry'd his wounds at a fit place About faire Tybers floud his bodie he Makes clean with water and against a tree Refresht himself his helmet strong of brasse Hung on the boughs his huge arms lay i' th' grasse Chief gallants 'bout him stood he faint takes rest Eas'd his tyr'd neck his beard spread on his breast Often enquiring for his Lausus deare And sending oft that he of him might heare They quickly do the mournfull fathers will And on their shields lamenting loud and shrill Brought mightie Lausus dead with mightie wound Woefully slain Which when the father found His mournfull minde farre-off foreseeing woe On his gray-haires much dust he straight does throw And both his hands unto the heavens doth heave And with these words to th' corps doth cling and cleave Oh my deare sonne had I such love to live That thee for me I to my foe should give Even thee whom I begat must I by thee Survive secure and thou thus murthered be Must I live by thy death Unhappie I What now remains but exiles miserie O wound most deeply driven O my deare sonne 'T is I have sham'd thee and thy fame undone Even I whom home-bred hatred hath disthron'd I should have dy'd through envy unbemoan'd I by all kindes of death most guiltily Should to my realm have paid this penaltie Yet live I still nor men nor light yet leave Well now I will me of them all bereave And with these words up on 's weak limbes he stood And though his strength was dull'd through want of bloud By his deep wound yet not a jot dejected He calls for 's horse his horse most high affected His crown and comfort wherewith evermore In all his battels he the conquest bore And thus he to his mourning horse did say Brave Rhebus we now long if long I may Say ought 'mongst men continues lived have And either we 'le this day be victours brave With bloudie spoiles and proud Aeneas head And for my Lausus losse be thus well sped Or else if force no way can force or finde My death and thine shall be in one combin'de For sure I think stout steed thou never yet To others didst or Trojan lords submit This said he mounted and i' th' saddle set Into both hands sharp shafts he straight doth get His glistring brazen helm on 's head and crest Fast fixt and with most rigid horse-haire drest Thus 'mongst them with a fierce careere addrest He rushed in his heart with shame did boile Madnesse and mourning for his Lausus foile Outragious love and secret sense o' th' might Of his fierce foe do spurre him to the fight Aloud three times he now Aeneas calls Aeneas knows him glad to prayers falls So grant great Iove so grant Apollo high That thou mayst now begin the fight to trie This said he with a piercing speare him met Whereat Mezentius in a ragefull fret Cries out Fierce wretch why dost thou thus in vain Me vex perplex thou having my sonne slain Thou hast the way me now to ruinate And surely now to die I do not hate None of thy Gods regard or spare will I. Leave off thy threats for here I come to die But first of all these gifts to thee I bring Which said a dart he at his foe did fling And then another and another thick He flings which flies as in a circle quick But yet the gold-bost shield them all abides Then 'bout Aeneas standing fast he rides Three light careeres still at him throwing darts And thrice Troyes prince with his brasse target thwarts The seeming wood of shafts But when he saw And seeing sham'd so many darts to draw Out of his shield such long delayes to use And how he was constrain'd not to refuse The combate though unequall musing thus At last with valour most magnanimous He rusheth on and with resistlesse force He threw a dart which hit the warriours horse Between his hollow temples with which blow The horse mounts up an end kicks to o'rethrow His rider and at last does backward fall Fastning his master under him withall He groveling headlong out of joynt his arm Trojans and Latines raise a loud alarm And clamorous noise Aeneas to him flew And from his scabbard his bright fauchion drew And o're him said Where 's now Mezentius stout Where 's thy proud strength and stomack all flown out To whom the Tuscane having ta'ne some breath Fierce bitter foe why so dost threaten death Why so insult'st thou 't is no crime to die Nor came I to the field so cowardly Nor for me with thee would my Lausus have Such base conditions Onely this I crave If any favour vanquisht ones may get From victours I thee earnestly intreat Permit my body to have buriall-rite For why I know my peoples hate and spight Stand round about me keep me I thee pray From their great rage and with me my sonne lay Consorting in one grave And with this word Expectedly his throat receives the sword Whereat upon his arms gusht out his gore And from his body forth his soule did soare An end of the tenth book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the eleventh book Aeneas for these victories To Mars doth trophies solemnize Pallas dead corps is sent thence straight To king Euander in great state
fortune hath involv'd you thus Into this warre Why have ye flown from us Your vowed friends ask ye peace for your slain Intreat ye for your dead Truely I 'd fain Farre rather to your living grant the same And to this place these parts I onely came By fates decree Nor warre I with your land Your king our love and friendship does withstand And rather trusts himself to Turnus might Whereas for Turnus it had been more right His life to hazard If he do intend By force to force us hence this warre to end 'T were fit he onely were to me addrest And he should live whom fates or facts made best But go poore citizens your slain interre Thus spake Aeneas they amazed were And silent stood gazing as men agast On one anothers faces till at last Drances the gravest of them evermore Who to young Turnus wrath and envie bore Set forth himself and thus his words did frame Brave Trojan prince great by illustrious fame Greater by vertuous facts vvith what due praise May I thy worth unto the heavens now raise I know not which or first or most t' admire Thy justice great or quenchlesse Martiall fire But we thy gratefull friends these things will show To all our mates and towns where-e're we go And if successe do smile vve hope to make King Latine thee into his love to take Let Turnus somewhere else go seek him vvives But vvhen thy fate-given vvalls and building thrives We all shall be most glad Troyes stones to beare Upon our shoulders that great work to reare He ceast and what he said all hum'd assent Then for full twelve dayes they a truce indent And peace a space to hold Then up and down Trojans and Latines stray about the town And vvoods and fields vvithout controll or strife And now to fell ash-trees strokes sound most rife Cloud-kissing pines and good old oaks to cleave To chop down cedars which sweet sents do leave And having fell'd them never cease till they In carts have carried them thence all away And now fame hastie sorrows harbinger Sad tidings told to old king Euander And fill'd Euanders court and countrey round With crosse bad news to that vvhich late did sound That Pallas conquerour was in Italie Th' Arcadians as old custome was do flie Unto their gates vvith buriall-burning light Tall torches vvhich in long ranks shone most bright Whose shine dark fields abroad distinguisht plain And thus they meeting with the Trojan train Unite their mourning troops which instantly The maids and matrons spying they drew nigh And through the citie sad raise piteous cries But for Euander nothing could suffice To hold him back but to the midst he makes His Pallas-bearing beere quick down he takes And falling fastning on it weeps and vvails And scarce his voice vvhich him vvith grief yet fails At last he thus unlocks thus vveeping spake O my deare Pallas ah didst thou not make This promise to thy parent that vvith heed And warienesse thou wouldst to warre proceed Alas I know my self how farre new fame And honyed honour therefore I too blame I' th' first assault would spurre young spirits free Ah most unhappie youths first-fruits in thee Most rigid rudiments of too soon vvarre For vvhom my votes and vows all frustrate are And thou most sacred spouse in death now blest Not kept to be by this great grief distrest But I contrariwise by life too long My fates do vanquish but my self do wrong The father living and the sonne thus dead The Rutuls should me first have slaughtered Following the Trojan troops my bloud should I Have sacrific'd then this solemnity Had been for me not for my Pallas deare But neither blame I you brave Trojans here Nor yet the league vvhich I with you did make Then ratifi'd vvhen as vve hands did shake This grief I see to my gray haires vvas lotted But since the fates untimely death had plotted Against my sonne some comfort it had been If Volscian thousands first he slain had seen And Trojans by him led victoriously Ere he had died into Italie And now poore Pallas I can give to thee No better buriall-rites then here I see Done by Aeneas kinde and Phrygians brave By Tuscane Peeres and troops thus to thy grave Who bring rich spoiles which thou from slain didst win And thou i' th' fight a mightie trunck hadst bin If so his yeares proud Turnus unto thine Had equall been but why do I confine You noble Trojans and from fight detain Go with this message to your king again Tell him whereas I live my Pallas dead 'T is by his hand to be re-comforted In making Turnus pay the debt he owes Both to the fathers and the sonnes great woes This honour fates I hope reserve for thee That by thy worth I may revenged be I seek not sweets of life nor fit I should But that the death of Turnus may be told By me to my dead sonne In this mean space Aurora rare shew'd forth her shining face To night-tyr'd wretches day-toiles to renew And now Aeneas grave and Tarchon drew Neare to the shore when fires they build apace On which slain souldiers carcases they place As custome was kindling black fuming fire Whose smoak hid heaven as it did up aspire And thrice in arms they ran about the flames And thrice they rode about with loud exclaims And trickling teares on arms and earth they spill And wâ—th loud sounds of Martiall musick shrill Some spoiles from Latines slain obtain'd do throw Into the fires helmets brave blades also Bridles and chariot-wheels warm with quick turning And some cast in their gallant gifts thus burning Their shields most strong weapons too weak to save And many oxen fat to slaughter gave And briefly boares and sheep about the plain And threw them into th' fire the first being slain And thus about the shore they see the stares Of those their slaughtered souldiers burning mates Whose half-burnt urns and ashes they retain Nor hardly could be thence reduc'd again Till night came on and twinckling starres appeare On th' other-side with like lamenting cheere The wofull Latines many heaps do frame And many corps they partly burn i' th' flame And partly burie in the fields about And some they to next fields do carry out Unto towns adjacent the rest collected Into huge heaps and of them lesse respected As numberlesse so honourlesse were burn'd Promiscuously thus into ashes turn'd Then all the fields with crackling flames did shine And now the third dayes light did cleare decline And utterly expell nights darknesse chill And sadly they their urns and pots do fill With ashes of their bodies burned so Ta'ne from the bones on which hot dust they throw And now in rich king Latines town throughout Farre greatest grief most moan was heard about Here woefull wives daughters in law most sad Here sisters sweet do beat their breasts too bad And children fatherlesse do execrate The day of that fierce warre unfortunate And
with doubâ— By flying Acca to this young prince brought How their affaires were with confusion fraught How Volscians vanquisht were Camilla slain How furious foes upon them prest amain How they in all with prosperous warre proceed How feare within without the town did breed He fury-fill'd for so Ioves fierce decree Ordained had the immur'd mounts doth free Leaves the sharp thickets scarce was out of sight Hardly had pitcht his camp in Martiall rite When brave Aeneas entred had the wood And on the late forsaken mountain stood And got out of the grove when both in haste With all their troops unto the citie pas'd From one another not farre distant lying Aeneas also vigilantly eying The dusty fields and faire Laurentine bands And Turnus saw where stout Aeneas stands His footmens fierce approach his neighing horses Immediately they had conjoyn'd their forces And foughâ—â—he field had not Sols roseall face VVith tyred â—â—eeds been vail'd in th' end of 's race In Western waves and dayes decay brought night Before the town they therefore plant their might An end of the eleventh book of Virgils Aeneïs THE ARGUMENT of the twelfth book King Turnus now the Latines tyr'd With adverse arms once more desir'd By single combate fates to try Latinus labouring urgently A peace to make the peace is had Juturna Turnus sister sad Disturbs the same Camertes feignes Both th' adverse bands to fight constrains Aeneas wounded with a dart His mother Venus cures the smart The town is ta'ne queen Amata Then hangs herself Turnus straightway The combate with Aeneas tries Is slain Aeneas wins the prize WHen Turnus saw his Latines tired quite And much perplext with this unfriendly fight His promise now requir'd himself the but On whom the eyes of all themselves did glut VVith self-incensed rage he burns and blazes Fury implacably his spirit raises Much like the Libyan lion hunted sore VVho with a mortall wound molested more Prepares to fight insultingly doth shake His curled locks hoping revenge to take On the sly-hunter snaps the speare in 's paws And furious fearelesse roares with bloudy jaws So wrath vindicative fierce Turnus swells Thus then to th' king his troubled thoughts he tells In Turnus sure there can be no delayes Why turn-coat Trojans should use stops and stayes Eating their words refuse their promise past I 'le meet him then grave sir about you cast Secure conditions for your peace to make For with this hand I 'le either undertake That Asian fugitive to send to hell Let Latines sit and see and note it well And with my sword-salve heal this publick ill Or he shall conquer us and with good will My faire Lavinia in due marriage have The king with settled thoughts and count'nance grave Makes this reply O most accomplisht prince By how much thou all others dost evince In vertue valour the more seriously Must I consult with circumspective eye And cast all courses how to free our feare Thou hast faire realms held from thy father deare Faire warre-won towns Latiâ—us still inherits Plentie of gold but most and best brave spirits And Latium and Laurentum doth posâ—esse More vertuous virgins full of noblenesse Then give me leave to speak the truth though tart Plain without flash and fix my words in heart To no old suiter I my daughter may In wedlock joyn this fates and all men say Yet won with love of thee won by thy race And flouds of teares on my sad spouses face I brake all bands infring'd my promise plighted Unto my sonne in law vile warre invited Meanwhile thou seest brave Turnus what befalls Both thee and me what broiles even to our walls How many tyring troubles chiefly thee Have overtaken whereby we now see Our selves in two set-battells vanquished And we within our town scarce free from dread The strength and hope of famous Italie And to this day our bloud doth tepefie Swift Tybers torrent still our fields look white With mightie heaps of bones O why so light Turn I so oft what phrenzie moves my minde If Turnus slain I make these foes friends kinde Why rather do I not while he 's alive An end of these fierce fights with speed contrive What will our kinsmen the Rutulians say Yea and all Italie if I betray Fates falsifie my words his life to grave Whiles he our daughter his choice spouse doth crave Warres various events respect I pray With pitie thy old parents grief allay Whom full of grief Ardea's land separates This speech no whit stout Turnus rage abates Whose salve doth more and more the sore infest Who soon as he could speak it thus exprest Your care of me grave sire pray put aside And let me death for dignitie abide VVe yet cast darts draw swords with Martiall hands And every wound we give life-bloud commands His Goddesse mother will be absent farre VVho in a cloud that fugitive from warre VVith feminine affection us'd to hide In pain shall he in cloudy vails abide But now the queen with this new-purpos'd fight Sorely perplext showres teares in piteous plight Her firie sonne in law ready to die Embracing in her arms with plaints doth plie Deare Turnus by these teares I thee intreat By that if any love o' th' honour great Of Amata warms thy late loving heart For of our old age thou the sole staffe art Our sorrows solace Latines lovely crown That prop which faâ—ling all our state falls down This one thing I thee pray Cease warres with Troy For whatsoever chance doth thee annoy The very same my Turnus me'le destroy And life I 'le leave ere captiv'd I will see Aeneas base my sonne in law to be Her mothers tongue with teares Lavinia knew Straight crystall drops her blushing cheeks bedew VVhose corrall colour seem'd her face to flame And with much heat to overspread the same Much like white ivorie with vermilion stain'd Or lilies faire with much red-roses drain'd Such was the damsels daintie coloured face Love straight turns Turnus to more amourous case VVhose eyes fast fixed on her count'nance faire More eagerly for arms he does prepare Thus therefore briefly to queen Amata He makes reply Forbeare forbeare I pray Deare mother with your teares me to molest To urge me from a lot which I love best And for which I will bloudiest battells try Nor is 't in Turnus life or death to fly Go therefore Idmon tell that Phrygian king Shew the unsavoury message thou dost bring That earely the next morn so soon as e're Ruddy Aurora with a count'â—â—nce cleare In purple chariot ushers in day â—ight His Trojans should not Rutule◠〈…〉 fight But both might rest and both desist from arms And their two's bloud determine these alarms This message sent to 's home he fiercely flies Calls for hir horses which before his eyes Champing with foaming mouths him much delight Even those which of a faire and prancing sprite Faire Orithyia to Pilumnus gave For snowie colour and swift course most brave The horse-keepers about