most faire Thus high hills left they to the plains repaire But grave Anchises vvas most closely bent To see observe in valleys excellent The soules reserv'd for more supernall places Recogitates all his own kindreds cases Their number nature fates and fortunes all Their customes courage he to minde doth call And vvhen he saw Aeneas come to meet him Through the green grasse he joyfull runs to greet him Lifts up his hands le ts fall thick teares on 's cheeks Yet thus unto his sonne he cheerely speaks And art thou come by power and piety Hast thou as I had hope got victorie O're this hard task see I thy face again Shall I my sonne heare and reply most plain Thus truly I suppos'd and cast in minde Counting the times and now all true I finde From vvhat strange parts deare sonne vvhat dangerous case What seas turmoiles do I thee now embrace O how I fear'd thy harm in Libya land Straight he reply'd Deare father thy command And gastly ghost in visions oft beheld Hath for thy sake me to these parts compell'd My fleet lies safe i' th' port on Tyrrhene sands Ah grant good father vve may now joyn hands Grant me ah flie not from our sweet embrace At vvhich words teares ran down his cheeks apace Thrice 'bout his neck to clasp his arms he tries Thrice from his frustrate holds his image flies Like fleeting blasts or flashy dreams by night Meanwhile Aeneas had full in his sight In a by-valley an enclosed wood With ratling boughs and sprigges where Lethe floud Ran through Elysian fields 'bout vvhich did stand People and nations an innumerous band Like bees when summers sun-shine does them warm Who in faire meads 'bout flowers and lilies swarm So o're the field a muttering noise was rais'd Whose sudden sight Aeneas much amaz'd Being ignorant he does the cause enquire What floud that vvas and vvhat so great desire About those banks did cause such troops of men Then old Anchises answered thus again Those soules to whom new corps are due by fate About the banks of Lethe floud do vvait To drink deep draughts of dull forgetfulnes Long since I long'd these things to thee t' expresse And ouâ— old stock to thee to numerate The more with me thee to exhilarate Latium once found O father deare sayes he Can sacred soules from hence translated be To heaven and there resume dull corps again Can wretches such dire love t' earths light retain I 'le tell thee sonne sayes he and cleare thy doubt And thus began Anchises to set out And punctually each circumstance t' explain At first one abstruse spirit did maintain Heaven earth and seas bright moon and twinkling lights That spirit infus'd through all parts moves incites The totall bulk diffus'd o're the whole frame Hence men beasts birds and all sea-creatures came And take life-feeding heat and to their seed Celestiall birth if corrupt bodies breed No obstacles nor terrene tumours ill The corps with dull and heavy humours fill And hence they feare weep have a longing minde Regard not heaven clos'd in flesh prisons blinde Besides when they their lifes last breath forsake Yet death from them poore soules doth not quite take Each blot and blemish or all corp'rall ills Which long i' th' body grown it strangely fills Wherefore they purging punishment endure To make them from old evils clean and pure Some frisking soules i' th' whisking windes hang high Some in huge streams wash their impurity Or elâ—e are purged in refining flames Thus these our pains each soule here fits and frames Thence then we are to large Elysium sent Few are in those faire meadows resident Till times long progresse quite expired be And we from imbred long-fed faults are free Our soules all simply pure in due degree And then all these a thousand yeares full spent In troops to Lethe flouds by God are sent There made unmindefull of their former state They long t' ascend corps to re-occupate This said Anchises his Aeneas brings With Sibyll into th' midst o' th' troop which rings With ratling rumours to a hill conducts him Whence all now coming he to know instructs him And now go to sayes he I 'le to the show Our Albane peeres the glorie which shall flow In Italie on our faire families Th' imperiall princes which from us shall rise Yea all thy fates and fortunes I 'le declare Seest thou sayes he that princely youth most faire Which leans on 's headlesse lance He first shall spring From Latines bloud and Thyne and be first king Sylvius an Albane name thy posthume birth Whom thy Lavinia to thy long-lifes mirth Shall in the woods bring forth a royall king From whom a regall race of kings shall spring From whom our line o're Alba long shall reigne And Procas next Troyes glorie shall maintain Capys and noble Numitor and he VVhose name shall personate re pattern thee Sylvius Aeneas rare for arms and arts If ever he reigne o're those Albane parts Behold my sonne those youths what powers they show Those which with peacefull oaken garlands go These shall for thee Nomentum Gabiâ— tame Fidena faire Collatia's towers reclaim Towns famous for their chastities report Potent Pometia Bola Cora's fort And Inuus camp towns once of noble fame Now onely lands but of no note or name Besides to 's grandsire Martiall Romulus Shall be a prop whom from Assaracus His mother Ilia shall produce at last Seest thou not on his head two crests stand fast And how great Iove on him his favours poures Behold faire sonne his high emperiall towres Renowned Rome vvhose magnanimity Shall rule the earth and raise their fame to th' skie And on their vvall she shall seven towres erect Happie in famous peeres of high respect Such as from Berecynthia Gods faire queen In chariot drawn through Troy to spring were seen Triumphant in her hundred God-births faire All heaven-inhabitants all starre-kings rare And now look this vvay view this nation great Thy Romanes rare and Romane Caesars seat Iülus royall race the whole earths Keisar There 's there 's the God-sprung man Augustus Caesar VVhom I so oft have promis'd unto thee By whom the golden age Latium shall see As once by Saturn 't was the whole earth o're His empire shall lie past the Indies shore And Garamants and where Sols prying eye And the celestiall signes yet ne're past by As farre as e're heaven-propping Atlas high Beares on his back the beauteous starrie skie At his approach all Africk soon shall quake And at his God-decrees great Nile shall shake Maugre his seven-fold mouth Nor so much ground As he shall win could Hercules surround Though light-foot hindes as windes he could outflie And boares and beares in Erymanth make die Nor Bacchus that vine-victour with vine-chains Who tigres fierce to draw his coach constrains O're Nisa's steepie tops Now then shall we To spread our fame by facts base cowards be Shall feare affright us from Ausonia land But what
in dark night vve many a skirmish tride And many a Grecian soule vve sent to hell And some to ships and shores we did repell Some with base feare to th' horrid horse retire Reclimbe his back known belly holes t' acquire But fates displeas'd alas there 's nothing stable For now behold Cassandra amiable A virgin pure king Priams daughter faire Drag'd out o' th' temple by her tender haire Lifting her starrie eyes to heaven in vain Yea eyes for her soft hands bands did restrain This spightfull spectacle Choroebus fierce Hating to see with love-rage straight did pierce Into the rout resolved there to die After whom we do all most fiercely flie Here from the temples top by our friends darts We were confounded suffered sorest smarts By our chang'd arms chang'd Grecian shields and shouts And then the Greeks enrag'd since from their routs The maid was freed from all parts hither throng And fiercely us assail there Ajax strong Th' Atridas twain and Grecian bands among Like adverse windes burst out with fierce crosse puffs Eastern with West West windes with Southern shuffs Trees therewith tremble Nereus foamie voice Makes tumbling waves rowl up with roaring noise So they and those whom we by dark night vail'd With shieldie shades ensnar'd to death assail'd And chac'd about the streets appeare first finde Our changed shields and arms yea then they minde Our different dialects Straight numbers die And first Choroebus by Peneleus high At th' altar of Pallas omnipotent Did loose his life next Rhipheus eminent One of the justest and the most upright Of all our Trojan peeres fell in this fight So destinie dispos'd then Dymas di'd And Hypanis by friends as foes defi'd Nor thee good Panthus could thy pietie Nor Phoebean function save but thou must die I call to witnesse here the spirits of mine And Trojan flames that I did ne're decline In their distresse a Greek a sword a shield But had fates pleas'd to death was prest to yeeld As my Greek-slaying hand and heart did merit Thence brake out I and Pelias of stout spirit And Iphitus with us Iphitus old And Pâ—lias perisht by Vlysses bold Straight friends loud cries did us to court incite Where we did finde so fierce and furious fight As none had been before as none had di'd In all the town but what did there reside There did we see unmastered Mars rush on Bloud-glutted Greeks our houses leap upon And block up fast and scaling ladders set Against our walls and scaffolds up to get By posts and pillars striving to ascend And with their shields in left hands them defend From darted shafts their right hands grasp the tops Of highest holds the Trojans seek strong stops And from uncovered roofs pull tiles and slates And as last helps hurle them down on their pates A while to keep off death which properates Some guilded beams pluckt up do tumble down VVhich were forefathers facts of high renown Some with sharp brandisht blades their houses guard And in thick troops keep them with watch and ward Those regall rooms resolv'd with hand and heart To save and to tir'd friends best aid impart There was a wall with privie doores and wayes To passe unseen which Priam in the dayes Of Troyes triumphant state did use to walk Unhappy now and for sweet private talk Andromache did use alone to meet Her father in law and where with lovely greet Astyanax her childe his gransire saw I by this passage did my self withdraw To th' top of an high house whence all in vain The conquered Trojans showred darts amain A tower we then assail'd plac'd on a hill With skie-topt turrets built with curious skill Whence totall Troy Greeks ships and camps we might Prospectively behold this with warre spight We set upon with swords and hack in twain The joyn'd crosse beams and rais'd the ground-pins main From firm foundation shaking it so sore As that we forc'd it fall falling to roare Whose sudden ruine fiercely ruinated Huge troops of Greeks about it congregated But others us assail nor stones for harms Are spar'd nor any kinde of deadly arms Before the porch even at the doore without In glistring brazen armour Pyrrhus stout Insulting stood a brandisht sword â—â—'s hand Much like a snake basking on Sunnie land With poys'nous grasse full fed late lurking in The frozen-earth cold-swoln now his old skin Stript off and he thereby made fresh and fine His slipperie rowling back breast high doth shine Against the Sunne with 's mouths three-forked tongue Great Periphas Antomedon among Achilles page horse-rider present were And all the lusty Scyrian youths were there All thick do throng to th' house and wildefire cast Up to the top Himself first comes on fast With a tough two-edg'd tool cuts doores in sunder And pulls down brazen posts with Martiall thunder Thus the beams broke boards cleft ruptures made bare The rooms within great halls and parlours faire Where Priam and Troyes ancient princes rare Delighted were all lay to open view All were display'd Thence feare and frights ensue To see arm'd souldiers stand before the doores Loud screeks and cries tumultuous uproares Do fill the rooms within which loudly ring With womens wailings whose shrill clamours ding The golden starrie skies The ladies faire O'reloaded with laments runne here and there And clasped posts embrace and kisse in feare But Pyrrhus vvith paternall power breaks in Nor walls nor warders can protection win His battering ramme breaks open doores and gates Pushing down pillars all things devastates The Greeks do finde or force their way at will Kill all they meet all parts with souldiers fill The foaming floud when banks are open brast O'rerunning obvious mounts runnes not so fast VVhen its resistlesse stream the field o'reflows And swallows sheep and sheep-coats as it goes Thus did I Neoptolemus behold Even drunk with bloud and both th' Atridas bold Entring the entry and faire Hecuba Her divers daughters and king Priam gray Defile the fires with bloud once consecrated His fiftie concubines accommodated With fiftie hopefull sonnes columnes ore'laid With barbarie gold with spoiles most specious made All wofully laid waste and Greeks do share Amongst themselves what ravening fire did spare And now perhaps you 'l ask how Priam fared VVhen he beheld his citie so ensnared His building burnt with fire houses puld down And in the midst of 's palace foes fierce frown The good old king his long left-arms resumes And with age-feeble joynts sword shield assumes Buckles all on but all in vain and so His dying self in midst of foes doth throw I' th' heart of 's court just in the open aire A mightie altar stood a bay-tree faire Did by it grow ancient and ample spread VVhose shade the shrine and carv'd Gods covered Here Hecuba and all her daughters milde Like doves driven headlong by a tempest wilde All in a heap in vain the altar hold And in their arms their helplesse Gods enfold But when she saw her aged
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
young Aeneas fathers face To play withall in court 't would ease my case Then sure I should not altogether seem So wofull or my self forsaken deem This said she ceast He on the other side His eyes on Ioves command fast fixed tide And strenuously did strive his hearts great grief Close to suppresse and spake these words in brief Faire queen what e're thou canst recount recall Yea and much more confesse I ever shall Thy merits infinite nor shall I shame Gladly to memorize Eliza's name Whiles here I live whilst I my self may know The truth herein let me thee briefly show I never hop'd to hide feigne not this flight Clandestinley nor minded marriage rite Nor hither came such vows and pacts to plight Yet I if friendly fates had so decreed Aim'd at a life from all perturbance free'd In sweet repose t' accommodate all cares And chiefly to my Trojan towns affaires To yet remaining friends to yeeld supply Priam's faire towers once to re-edifie And to my conquered kinne to re-advance Poore Pergams walls But now such is my chance Commanded charg'd by Gods and great Apollo That Latium I faire Latium now must follow O there 's my love there is my countrey kinde And since thou bear'st to Carthage such a minde Though a Phoenissian yet dost Libya like Why should pale envies dart thy heart so strike At Trojans liking loving Italie For us to seek forth 't is like equitie As oft as nights moist shades the earth doe hide And fierie twinkling starres in skies abide Anchises my deare fathers ghost appeares And in my dreams me much afrights and feares Yea my Ascanius young whose brows I wrong Keeping Hesperia's crown from him so long And fate-given lands call me to haste away Yea now of late Ioves messenger I say Sent from himself all whom I here appeal To me Ioves minde and message did reveal And I the God in a cleare vision saw E ntring thy town and neare me quick to draw And with these eares I heard his voice and words O then forbeare to wound me with tongue-swords And thou thy self with plaints For Italie Alas I seek not voluntarily Him answering she did all this while behold With discontent Here there her eyes she rold View'd him throughout vvith sullen silent eyes And thus at last she vvrathfully replies Thou art no Goddesse sonne perfidious thou Nor e're did Dardan thee his childe avow But thou on cruell Caucasus hard mounts Wast bred or suck'st some Tygers milky founts For vvhy should I dissemble now vvith thee Or dream that better fates attend on me Didst thou once sigh at all my flouds of teares Didst thou vvith sorrowing eyes behold my feares Shew'dst thou teare-passion least compassion kinde O'recome vvith sorrow at my love-sick minde Which first may I say's vvorst Nor Iuno faire Nor father Saturn hath of me least care Oh vvhere 's firm faith I took him in adoores A stragling beggar out cast from his shores And like a frantick fool my kingdome shar'd To unkinde him his navy naught repair'd And all his followers I from death set free Alas with furie he hath fired me Now fate-saying Phoeb now Lycian lots are cast Now Iove commands and thou must follow fast His messengers quick heels in his harsh hest What else for thus the Gods do hold it best This toile perturbs poore silly soules at rest I hold thee not nor do thy words withstand Go with the windes seek Italie thy land Away through flouds to finde thy kingdomes faire But sure I hope if Gods yet able are Amidst the rocks thou due revenge shall beare And Dido's name invoke with frequent feare Absent I 'le thee pursue with frightfull fires And when by chilling death lifes breath expires In every place my ghost thy guest shall be And thus vile wretch I 'le be reveng'd on thee This I shall heare below fame will me show it And hearing I shall be most glad to know it Abruptly here i' th' midst an end she makes And male-content to flight her self betakes Out of his sight away she turns and windes Leaving Aeneas in a thousand mindes Stopping for feare striving to utter more Her damsels her faln in a sound in bore And laid in princely bed with cloaths o're spread But good Aeneas though he laboured With consolation to allay her grief And with kinde words to give her woes relief Much sighing much with love perplext in heart Yet mindes Ioves charge fits his fleet to depart The Trojans busie be and hale to shore Their stately ships and barks well pitched o're Their leafy oares and oaks from woods unwrought Through haste to flie with expeditious thought Thou might'st them see the citie skud about And swarm in heaps much like a nimble rout Of prettie pismires when with strenuous pain They prey upon a mightie heap ofgrain Mindefull of winters want and up it pack Quick goes and comes i'th'field this armie black And through the grasse by a straight path their prey They beare along some the great grains assay To shove before them with their shoulders stout Some from delayes correct their lazie rout Their lustie labour heats each hole about What thoughts hadst thou poore Dido at this sight How didst thou sigh when from thy turrets height Thou sawest farre off hot toiles the wharfs to fill And 'fore thy face shores stuft with clamours shrill Impudent love what is 't thou 'lt not inforce Sometimes to showre ouâ— teares of much remorse Sometimes to trie b'intreaties most demure Sometimes again to yeeld to loves allure That nought though all in vain before she di'd Might be neglected might be left untri'd See sister Anne sayes she what haste they make About the banks flocking us to forsake And how their vessells wait but now for winde Their tacklings fit by marriners refin'd O had I at the first fear'd this great shame I sister better could have born the same Onely this one thing Anne for my poore sake Let me intreat thee now to undertake For faithlesse he was wont to wish thee well And his hearts secrets unto thee to tell And thou alone in him know'st well to finde Fit time and flexibilitie of minde Go sister go humbly tell this fierce foe With Greeks at Aulis Troyes dire overthrow I ne're conspir'd nor sent a fleet to Troy Nor old Anchises ashes did annoy Why then turns he deaf eares to my request Where rashly runnes he Let this last bequest Be given to his poore love to watch faire flight And windes to sail away with smooth delight I do not presse or pray sweet marriage rite Which he hath wrong'd nor would I him bereave Of 's long'd-for Latium him of 's crown deceive I onely ask a little fruitlesse stay Some small repose repast for loves allay Untill my fate me vanquisht make to moan Grant this last vote in this request alone Pitie thy sister which if thou me grant My death shall bid this wretched life avant Thus did she treat
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
art can adde for adjument What steel and iron brasse or silver plate VVhat fire and blasts can best consolidate Cease needlesse prayers distrust not thine own strength 'T is all for thee This having said at length He gave her long embraces loving greets And on her bosome tasted all loves sweets Thus when sweet midnights rest was past and spent Like a good huswife thriftie provident VVho timely rising closely cards and spins Her cinders builds to make her fire begins Blows the quick coals working turns night to day And makes her maids their bones to work to lay VVith toyling tasks her self well to maintain And all her charge and children to sustain Even so uxorious Vulcan iron-tamer Ignipotent most excellent arms framer Earely starts up his basking bed forsakes And him to 's iron instruments betakes Neare Siciliâ— an isle aloof there lies Lipara and Aeolia whence there flies Much fire and winde much fume and furious din Under which lies a cave and deep within The Cyclops Aetnaean forges grown i' th' rocks Do through the chimneys vent such thundring knocks And bouncing blows upon the anviles smit And tinkering strokes with nimble hammers hit As loudly echo out with clanging sound Of steel and iron batter'd long and round Upon the anviles shrill into broad plates The forge-fire sputtering puffes evaporates Here 's Vuloans house here 's vaste Vulcania town Hither from heaven this fire-fierce god came down In this large cave the Cyclops iron frame There brangling Brontes fast does file the same There streporous Steropes makes sparks to flie Naked Pyracmon does at th' anvile lie A yet unfinisht fiery work they wrought But in some part to some perfection brought Some thunderbolt which Iove from heaven did smite As on the earth do many of them light Some part unpolisht was Three clattering showres Of winter-hail upon the work he poures And three of spring-tide rain three flashes swift Of summer flames three puffes of autumne drift Thus at their work fierce frightfull flashes flie Bright rapid lightning rage and by and by With fearfull rumbling thumping thwacks of art They beat about Then on another part A chariot with swift wheels for Mars they made Wherewith he town and townsmen makes afraid A coat of arms for angry Pallas they With snake-like scales and gold did overlay And in the breast-plate of the Goddesse faire Serpentine Gorgons heads in wreaths there are Chopt from the neck whose gogling glarie eyes Rouling in rage beholders stupifies Away sayes Vulcaâ— lay away with speed All other works you lads of Aetnaean breed And hither bend your thoughts rare arms to frame For a renowned prince of matchlesse fame Now shew your strength your nimble hands rare art Come come make haste This said each playes his part And fast they fall to work each takes his place Gold silver brasse steel-mettals boile apace And being melted run like streams about And first a goodly targe they forged out Even one 'gainst all the adverse Latine shafts With fourteen folds and crosse-barre turning drafts Some at the bellows put in puff out blasts Some hissing hot-iron into th' water casts The whole shop rings with thick quick anvile blows And each his arms in order fiercely throws To give his stroke and with the tongs to turn The massie mettall which red-hot doth burn Whiles Vulcan in Aeolian puffy plains Thus busie was the rising sun constrains Euander from his palace poore to rise Wakned by morning-chanting birds in skies Who gravely risen and apparell'd meet And Tuscanes sandals laced on his feet Then his Arcadian blade he hangs by 's side VVhich on his left hung by a panthers hide A lease of lusty dogs did on him vvait Guarding their master from the palace gate Thus to his guest Aeneas lodgings went This Heroë brave mindfull of 's high intent And of his promis'd aid With no lesse care Aeneas in the morning doth prepare With Pallas young the king associated Achates kinde Aeneas comitated Met they shake hands and down together sit And having time for talk and leisure fit The king thus first began Great prince of Troy I ne're shall think whiles thou dost life enjoy Troyes crowns and comforts to be brought to thrall Our forces I confesse are too too small To give so great a prince aid competent On one side we by Tuscanes stream are pent On th' other side troops of Ruâ—ulians stout With clattering arms our walls do hedge about But I am mustring for thee mightie bands A people strong and very rich in lands VVhich happy hap unlookt for luck hath given And thou art come by fates decree from heaven Not farre from hence the citie Agylla An ancient stony basis doth display Once Lydia call'd famous for battels bold Which once did all Etruria mountains hold This land which fairely flourisht many yeares Proud king Mezentius rul'd with cruell feares Why should I mention all his murthers fierce Or why this tyrants facts most foule rehearse The Gods repay it on his impious head Besides he bound live bodies unto dead Coupling them hands to hands and face to face Ah horrid torment in which foule embrace Them all-besmear'd with putrefaction ill He with a lingring death thus us'd to kill His people tired with this tyranny At last in arms him and his familie Plotting more impious pranks they close surrounded Slew all his mates with fire his house confounded He in these broiles to Rutuls realm did flie To Turnus harbour for securitie Then all Etruria in just furie came Their king with arms for due revenge they claim Thou great Aeneas of these thousands brave The leading and the Martiall guide shalt have For all their ships stand ready ridg'd at shore And fluttering flags do hang the decks before An aged southsayer singing secret fates Does them with-hold saying O choice Lydian mates Of pristine potentates the cream and flower VVhom just revenge incenseth with strong power Against your foes and whom Mezentius base Hath stimulated with just wrath to chase No native of Italia may such bands Conduct then seek a captain from strange lands These things did all Etruria much dismay Yet still in field their ensignes they display And troubled at these heavenly destinies Tarchon himself sent oratours most wise To me with regal robes and presents rare Desiring I would to their tents repaire And of great Tuscanes state take tutelage But me my feeble and congeal'd old age And faint unfitnes to activity Denies that profered state and soveraignty My sonne I would have sent but mixed bloud With 's mothers faire Sabella thus withstood By whom part of those parts to him enclin'd But thou whose yeares and whose heroick minde The fates do favour and the Gods provide O thou Troyes and Italia's valiant guide Do thou assume this charge And here my boy Pallas my sonne my hope and future joy To thee I vvill commit to thee commend On thee his Martiall master to attend VVarres burthen great with thee to undergo Rare feats
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
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
see That I religious rites will teach them all And every land shall them Italians call The offspring which from Latian bloud shall rise All men on earth yea and the Gods i'th'skies Shall passe in pietie and than this nation None shall bring thee so copious adoration This tickled Iuno passing-well at heart And from her cloud to heaven she did depart This thus perform'd great Iove doth now contrive How he Iuturna might from Turnus drive Two hellish hags there are call'd Furies fell Whom dreadfull night begat in horrid hell Both at a birth upon Megaera black Both with like serpents stings and wreathed back And wings like windes These at Ioves footstool lay Under his throne their angrie king t' obey These feares and frights kindle in â—ale-contents When direfull death or vexing punishments Iupiter pleaseth on the bad t' impart Or towns will terrifie with warres desert One of these furies fierce Iove from him sendâ— Who to Iuturna Turnus death portends She flies away to earth whirlewindes fast Much like a shaft from Parthian quiver cast All dipt in poyson curable by none And by some Parthian or stout Cydon thrown The dart unseen whisling through shadows flies Thus this night-imp hastes on to earth now hies Who having spi'de Troyes troops and Turâ—us hands I' th' figure of a little bird she stands As screech-owles who are wont on graves to sit And dark-night walks to screech and hollow it And in this owlie shape this furie fierce In Turnus sight doth up and down traverse Making much noise fluttring her wings about His shield which lets in feare sets courage out Trembling his haire doth stare speechlesse he stood But when farre off Iuturna understood The furies fluttering wings and screeching stirre Poore sister ah how it bemadded her Her face she scratches with her bloudie nails With fists she beat her breasts and thus she wails Alas poore Turnus pray thee speak which way What means remains whereby thy sister may Shield or assist thee or â—hy life prolong Ah! how can I resist this omen strong Now now foul fowles I from these armies flie Cease then me trembling more to terrifie I know your plaguing plumes and deadly din I know Ioves proud prescripts do I this win And nought but this for lost virginitie Why gave he me lifes immortalitie Why am I freed thus from a dying state Whereby I might these great griefs terminate And in hels depth with thee poore brother range Am I immortall ah I would it change For without thee deare brother nought can please me Oh if some earth could swallow me 't would ease me Sending a Goddesse down to Limbo's lake These words with many teares and sighs she spake And straight her head waterie gray weeds hid And deep into the river down she slid Meanwhile Aeneas strongly doth oppose His tree-like lance brandishing as he goes And angrily thus cries Now Turnus stout What stayes delayes make thee still time it out Why draw'st thou back we must not fight by flight But hand to hand with furious blows down-right Transform thy self to shapes most variously Collect thy self with magnanimitie To fight or by arts slight to soare i'th'aire Or hid i'th'ground to cover all thy care Turnus in rage shaking his head replies Thy tongue proud Trojan nothing terrifies My troubled breast but th' angry fatall Gods And Iupiter himself with me at ods And with these words he spide a mightie stone A huge old stone by which lands bounds were shown All difference to decide left long i'th'field VVhich twelve men scarce upon their necks could weld Such proper men I mean as now adayes Times do produce This he with ease doth raise And with his trembling hand cast at his foe And yet this noble prince doth scarcely know That he himself rais'd high did swiftly run Took up the stone or what else he had done His knees began to faint his bloud grew chill Then on i'th'emptie aâ—re the stone went still But went not its full way nor hit its mark Like as when in our dreams at midnight dark VVhen lazie sleep tyr'd eye-lids down doth force VVe seem sometimes to run an eager course And in the midst of many a seeming act VVe faintly fail and vainly cease the fact VVe talk sometimes in sleep but faultringly Our forces fail nor words nor works comply Thus 't was with Turnus where his power was bent Fierce fates made all his facts in vain be spent Then diverse doubtfull thoughts in 's heart arise Upon his Rutuls casting now his eyes Now on the town fright stayes him and deep feare Even every moment of his foes strong speare Nor findes he means to flie nor means to fight Nor sees his coach nor sister-coachmans sight Aeneas having in his nimble eyes Faire fortune offer'd doth not sluggardize But brandishing his dart at 's doubting foe Farre distant at him doth it fiercely throw VVith all his might never flew stones so fast To batter walls from war-like engine cast VVith battering din nor thunder makes more roare Like a black storm hurrying destruction sore So flies the speare and through his corslet strong And seven-fold lined shields brim glanc'd along With clanging noise sticking fast in his thigh Which strake down mightie Turnus instantly Doubling his knees to th'ground The Rutuls straight Raise a huge crie which hills reverberate With mightie echoes round about the plain And all abroad the woods beat back again He meek and lowly raising hands and eyes O now sayes he I beare my most just prize I ask no favour use thy happie fate Onely I pray thee to commiserate My aged father Daunus if in thee Least pietie to parents harboured be And thy Anchises once was such an one And me if so much favour may be shown If die I must restore my corps to mine The victorie to thee I now resigne Our Latines see my conquered hands extended Laâ—inia is thy wife thus fates intended Let farther furie cease Aeneas stands Fierce in his arms yet still he holds his hands Gazing with 's eyes and now even now began His speech to work compassion in the man Till that unhappie belt he did espie Upon his shoulders hanging broad and high Whose buckles known and glistring rarely cleare To be young Pallases did plain appeare Whom Turnus with a conquering wound-had slain And 'bout him did that fatall prize retain But when his eye did seriously survey That badge of griping grief that piteous prey Enflam'd with furie all with rage possest Ah! dosâ— thou hope to scape my hands thus drest With my deare Pallas spoiles for Pallas sake This wound shall thee his due oblation make And with that word he sheath'd his sword in 's heart Whereat death seazing on his vitall part His members bursen loathed life out flies And with a deep-fetcht groan to Charon hies An end of the twelfth book of Virgils Aeneïds Trin-uni Deo soli sit omnis gloria FINIS ERRATA COurteous Reader The large distance of place and
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
who by false sentence dy'd Yet lot and law these to their place apply'd Minos th' inquisitour the lots doth cast And spies and tries their lives and follies past Next they lie mourning who with guiltlesse smart Hating their lives their own hands pierce their heart Then though they spilt their bloud yet now'd be glad To suffer earths worst toiles then hells pains bad But fates forbid and hells most loathsome lake And Styxes nine-fold streams tie them to th' stake Not farre from thence lie all the fields about For so men call them of the weeping rout Here all whom tyrannizing love did slay With piercing passions these in by-paths lay Hid under myrtle boughs whose grief of heart Still stings them and in death doth not depart Here he beheld Procris and Phaedra faire Eriphyle her sonnes wounds laying bare Euadne he and Phasiphe did finde And Laodamia to her pheere most kinde Caeneus now a woman once a lad Yet re-transfigur'd for her follies bad 'Mongst whom he spi'de Sidonian Dido there Wandring i th' wood her love-wound fresh t' appeare WhoÌ„ Troyes brave prince approaching near scarce knew Through the thick shade like Luna whose first view A man through clouds doth see or thinks he sees He weeps and speaks such sugred words as these Distressed Dido ah that sad report Was too too true brought to me from thy court That thou wast dead and with a sharp sword slain Alas sweet lady I did cause thy bane Yet I protest by starres and deities And by firm faith if under ground it lies I left thy land faire queen against my minde And here the Gods commandments me do binde To traverse up and down these foggy shades Through thornie paths and deep dark dumpish glades Nor could I e're beleeve that it could be That my departure could so cruciate thee Ah stâ—y vvith me fly not away so fast Whom shun'st thou since this talk must be our last Thus spake Aeneas thinking therewithall To swage their grief and flouds of teares let fall She frowning fixt her angry eyes on ground Nor was more mov'd with all he could propound Then is hard flint or Parus rock obdure At last she from him breaks into obscure And bushy vvoods flying most angrilie VVhere her first spouse Sichâ—â—â— courteously Answered her vvoes vvith equall love repayd At this hard hap Aeneas vvas dismay'd Yet vveeping follows her aloof apace Lamenting much her absent vvofull case Thence on he goes and at the last they came To th' utmost fields where men of Martiall fame Did walk about here he Tydeus meets And Mars-like Parthenopeus kindely greets Adrastus gastly ghost and here he spies Such Trojan lords as caus'd full weeping eyes They being slain in warre he knows them all In their rare ranks and many a teare le ts fall Glaucus Thersilocus Medon all three Antenors sonnes he sadly there did see Polybetes great Ceres priest most stout Idaeus still in 's chariot drawn about Still brandishing his blade soules thick do flock On both sides making him their gazing-stock One sight sufficeth not they stay stand still Make neare approach and know the cause they will Why how he came But Greeces peeres most stout And those of Agamemnons warre-like rout Spying the man and his drawn glistering blade Through the thick mists extreamly all afraid Some flie away as once to ship to get Some gape to speak whose gapes their speech do let And here at last he saw in wofull case King Priams Deïphobus mangled face And all o're wounded corps most cruelly Yea his faire face defac'd uncomelily His broken brows both hands both eares and nose All quite cut off by his most barbarous foes Scarce he him knew trembling in wofull wise Lab'ring to hide those dire deformities Yet in a well known tone thus he cries out Deare Deïphobus valiant stern and stout Sprung from Troyes royall stemme what savage minde To take such foule revenge in 's heart could finde O who had power to use abuse thee so Fame did report and I nought else did know But that in dead of night thou wearied With slaying Greeks didst fighting fall down dead On heaps of them Then I in vain did frame On Rhetian shores a tombe unto thy fame And to thy soule sent three salutes most deep And made that place thy name and fame to keep Thy body there faire friend I could not see Nor as I would my countrey left give thee A worthy buriall Deïphobus here Sayes Nothing 's left undone O friend most deare To Deïphobus thou all dues hast payd All buriall rites but here alas I 'm stayd And drown'd in this distresse by fates decree And base Lacaena's fatall villanie She left me these sad monuments of woe For as we all you cannot choose but know And too too well remember that last night Did spend in frolick but most false delight When first that fatall horrid horse o'releapt Our Trojan walls when from his paunch out stept His swelling troops of armed foot-men fierce She feigning votes in Bacchanalian verse Led up and down our quaffing Phrygian dames And in her hand held forth bright burning flames And from their camps call'd out the Grecians bold Then cumbring cares and sleepinesse did hold Me prest to rest in my unhappie bed And sweet deep sleep had me now vanquished And laid like one quite dead This worthy wife Meanwhile my arms the safegard of my life And trusty sword purloyn'd and stole away Set my doores ope call'd in without delay Her Menelaus hoping thus to endere His love to her and all past ills to cleare What needs more words they burst into my bed Together with Vlysses mischiefs head Great Gods repay those Greeks with vengeance due If it be just which I request of you But what strange chance hath brought thee thus alive To us Tell me likewise what seas did drive Thee to these parts or was 't the Gods decree Or to these toiles hath fortune forced thee To tread these sad and sunlesse wearying wayes Thus with this talk Aurora's radiant rayes Had guilded half-o're heavens huge axletree And haply all their time thus spent might be But that the Sibyll his most watchfull mate Said Good Aeneas night doth properate And we with weeping waste the time in vain Here see the way divides it self in twain 〈…〉 way which leads by Pluto's gate Will bring us the right way t' Elysium straight But the left leads to Tartars torturing cell The place where damned soules are plagu'd in hell Then Deïphobus said Prime priest be still If I offend I 'le back my number fill And shelter me in shades Go thou O go Thou glorie of our land the heavens bestow Better good luck on thee This having said As soon as spoke away from them he made Aeneas quick lookt back and soon espi'de A spacious castle on a rocks left side With a strong threefold mightie wall surrounded Which Phlegethons fierce fierie river bounded And did thick ratling stones evaporate Before