Cables cut spurs me And so we will good God who ere thou be We follow glad obeying thy command Come O come helpe vs pleas'd on thy right hand Stars lucky shew said he and sword like thunder Flashing drew forth and hausets hew'd in sunder Like heate had all they hale hast farewe'l bid The shore the sea vnder their sayles lies hid Their strokes together force fome blew seas brushing And now on earth first casting fresh light blushing Aurora Tythons yellow Couch-bed leaues When Dido from her watch tower first perceiues Daylight breake white the Fleete in order sayling Coast cleere no Ships in empty port then wayling Her faire brest oft she smit and from her hed Tearing gold haire Oh Iupiter she sed And shall this stranger goe thus ieering hence Mocking my Land in armes is there no sence May not my whole Townes forces after make And Fleete with Fleete with ships ships spoyling take Goe quicke fire fight sayle row what i st I speake Where am I am I mad vnhappy weake Queene Dido moou'd with this lewd part of his Now art thou toucht thou shouldst haue thought of this When King thou madst him see the troth and faith Of him that country Gods in Consort hath Men say the goodman on whose shoulders borne Syre aged was Oh that I could haue torne That flesh of his and carkasse cast to fishes Kild friends or slaine Aseanius and in Dishes For Father to haue fed on set the Lad. But warres chance doubtfull had beene Would it had Whom feard I dying I had set on fire Cabins fild Decks with flames and sonne and fire And race destroyed my selfe and all vndone Oh all earths workes with light suruaying Sunne And thou these cares Interpreter all-knower Iuno thou Hecate by night way goer So hallow'd yee reuengefull powers all And guilty Starres of dying Didocs fall Heare this and with mishaps deseru'd grace giue My prayer if needs this naughty man must liue To Port on Land in Italy to get If Ioues decrees such end haue set Oh yet By people bold in battell vext through warre Banisht from home from sonnes imbracements farre Ayd let him beg friends base deaths let him see And yeelding to vnequall peace-lawes he Nor Kingdome nor wisht life inioy but dye Vntimely and in dirt vnburied lye I pray this last wish I with bloud powre out And you oh Tyrians let your of-spring stout Hate his this comfort send me to my graue Noe Loue no good league let his people haue But from my bones may some reuenger spring With fire and sword Troian Race following Now and in times to come of power and might Shore against shore seas to seas opposite Curst swords with swords may childrens childrens sight Thus saying and on all sides casting thought To end a loathed life forthwith she sought Straight to Sythaeus Nurse Barce she sod For in old country Land her owne was ded Deere Nurse my sister Nan cause to come hither Bid her first washt in running streames together Bringing the cattell and the offring showne Comâ— you with holy vaile ore your head thrown To sacrifice to Pluto I intend Rites well begunne prepar'd my eares to end And Troian to hel-fire in picture send She said old diligence her pace did mend But Dido quaking through fierce purpose wild Lookes bloody casting trembling cheeks defild With spots streak't pale as death through death to come Brake through house inner doores and furious clombe The high pild fire and Troian sword did draw Gift beg'd for no such vse heere when she saw Aeneas cloaths and bed she too well knew A while she musing paus'd wept then threw Her selfe vpon it and these last words spake Sweete spoyles while God and Fates so suffered take This breath and cleere my cares my dayes are done Of life the Glasse course Fortune gaue is runne And vnder earth now shadow great of me Shall goe braue Towne I purpos'd and did see The wals reueng'd for husbands death I made Foe brother suffer paines Pygmaleon payd Happie thrice happie had I beene and more Had only Troy ships neuer toucht my shore She said kissing the bed and shall we thus Die vnreuenged but yet die let vs She said thus thus it pleaseth to expire Let Troians cruell eyes draw in this fire From farre and with him our deaths il-luck beare She had sed when her women waiting there Behold her fallen on the sword that lyes Poming with bloud hir haÌ„ds all smeard their cries Fil court through town amazd Fame mad doth go With mourning sighs and womens howling woe Roofes ring the skyes with cryes of sorrow sound As if all Carthage or old Tyre to ground Were rasing by foes entred in their Ire Houses of men and Gods setting on fire This sister heard nere dead and fearefull pase Beating her brests with fists with nayles her face Defacing scard she Rushes through them all And on her dying by her name doth call Ah sister was it this me to beguile Was this the holy fire and Altars wile Oh what shall I complaine of first forlorne A sisters Confort dying didst thou scorne Cald to the same fate hadst thou both had our Last grieu'd on one sword in one haplesse howre And must I make the fire must I so pray Gods cruell at thy death to be away Me sister and thy selfe thou didst vndoe The Commons Aldermen and Citty too Water The wound I le wash and if breath last Last breath from mouth with mouth take said she past Stayre Top in armes sister halfe dead she takes And weepes and sighs from cloaths the blacke bloud shakes She lifting vp her heauie eyes doth sound Againe wind whizzes in breasts deadly wound Thrice she her selfe on elbow leaning rais'd Thrice fell back on the bed eyes wandring gaz'd To secke the light shee mournd to finde deepe groning Her paines so long and death so hard bemoning Almighty Iuno downe did Iris send Her strugling soule and sinewes strong to vnbend For nor by fate nor death deseru'd in Age Vntimely dying wretch through sudden rage Proserpina yet had not cut her hayre So yellow nor to hell damn'd face so faire The saffron-wing'd wet Rainebow therfore hasts That gan'st the Sunne thousand strange colours casts And lighting on her head sayes I from this Body thee free thus sacrifice to Dis Inioynd so clips her haire and therewithall Breath-flitting-life hear doth to ashes fall The ende P. Virgilij Maronis AENEID LIB IIII. AT Regina graui iam dudum saucia cura Vulnus alit venis caco carpitur igni Multa viri virtus animo multuiqúe recursat Gentis honos harent infixi peolore valtuâ— Verbaque nec placi dam membris dat cura quietem Postera Phoebea lustrabat lampade terras Humentemque autora polo dimouerat vmbram Cum sic vnanimem alloquitur malè sana sâ—rorem Anna soror qua me suspensâ—m insomma terrent Quis nonus hic nostris successit sed bus hospes Quem sese ore
stately by And glad Iâ—vluâ— bâ—â—â—â—â—â—e them all Fairest Aeneas ioyning troupes doth fall In consort like Apollo when he rides From Lycian wintering and Xanthus tides To visite Mothers Dele to maske and dance About his altars mixed Cretans prance Mad merry Greekes and painted Scythians On Cynthus top he stalkes his loose lockes wound Vp in gold curls for sport with green bough cround The arrowes clattering at his backe like pace Aeneas went like glory in his face Come to the mountaines and wild dens vntrac't The put-vp kids from craggy rocks make hast To clamber vp the hill while downe amaine Dust raising Heards of deere scowre ore the plaine While in the Lawns now these now those in course Ascanius beates proud of swift running horse And for those harmeles beasts froÌ„ hill praies some Wild foming Boare or Lyon fierce may come Mean while great thundring murmur fils the clouds And storm with mixt hail follows soon for shrouds The Lords of Tire and Troian vouch seeke out And young Ascanius fearefull fields about From hils downe torrents rush one caue or grot Didâ— â—he same the Troian chiefe had got First earth and Iuno wedlocks friend giue signes As party to the Match skie-lightning shines And fairy Nymphs house from the highest hils This first day of her death first of her ils Cause was no care of State nor fame doth moue Dido henceforth no thought of stealing loue She calls it marriage and with that faire name Clokes the foule fault but quickly the ill fame Through Africks Citties great goes Fame an ill None fleeter that doth grow with mouing still And going gathers strength smal first throgh feare Forthwith vnto the skie her selfe doth reare The goe by ground in clouds doth hide her head Whom Mother earth stird by gods wrath t is sed Brought fourth Euceladus and Ceius last Sister swift feete and wings pernicious fast Th'huge dreadful monster hath each fether vnder A waking eye as many more to wonder Tongues speaking mouthes and listning eares like number A nights to sweete sleepe neuer bending eyes Through heauen amidst earthes shades shee shreiking flies By day strange sentinell on top she sets Of house or towers high and great townes threts As well as vttering truthes lewd lies regrating Glad now shee fild the people with much prating Things done and neuer done alike relating How Dido faire matching her selfe is mating With one Aeneas come of Troian blood But through lewd loue forgetting kingdoms good They winter too long hugging now in sports CoÌ„sume Mens mouths fild rouÌ„d with these reports The fiend to King Iarbas bends her course T' incense his mind and raging wrath inforce Him Garamas his rauisht daughter bare To Ammon he a hundred Temples faire In his large land to Ioue had consecrated A hundred Altars where Priests euer waited And holy fire still burnt with blood of beast Fat soyle doores florishing with Garlands drest He mad in mind inragde with this ill newes Before the Altars and the gods did vse This speech on knees with haÌ„ds vp heau'd to loue Almighty Iupiter whom Moores that loue To seast on painted beds doe honour now Like Bacchus seest thou this or doe we bow With vaine feare father to thy thunder strokes Or doe clouds empty sounds and shining smokes Fright vs a woman wandring vp and downe Our Coast bought leaue to build a little towne She to whom lawes with land to till we gaue That vs to husband would not daigne to haue Master AEneas takes to Lord and marries And now with his halfe men the spruce-chind Paris Whose gofferd haire newfangled cap keeps down In ioyes his rape while with rich gifts we crowne Thy Temples fond of such sires vaine renowne Him plaining thus and Altars holding fast Th' Almighty heard and angry looke downe cast On the Queenes Court and to forgetfull Louers Of their good name then thus his will discouers To Mercury go sonne call west-winds flie To Troian chiefe that doth in Carthage lie Looking for Cities yet by fates decreed Respects not post my words throgh aire with speed Say his faire mother no such man proposde When twice in combate twice with siege enclosde From Greekes we sau'd him but one such as should Rule Italy in Empire fruitefull bould In battels and such race from Troy vnfold As might the whole world in awe and order hold If glory of so great things moue him not Nor his owne praise with paine and labour got Enuies the fire his sonne Ascanius Should rule in Rome what plots hopes make him thus In foes lâ—nd lingeâ— laying Italy And all thoughts of his Latine off-spring by Get him to sea that 's all from vs this tell Quoth Iupiter his sâ—nne beving fell To tying on his golden winged shoes With which o're sea and land aloft a goes Swift as a gale the white wand in his hands With which he cals pale soules froÌ„ hell coÌ„manâ—s Some thither sad giues sleep and sleep depriues Eies sealing vp in death with this a driues The winds and ouer clouds tempestuous swims Now flying tops he sees and craggy bâ—ims Of Atlas hard whose height heauen vnderprops Of Atlas that in foule mists eue wrops His wooddy wind and weather beaten head His shoulders with deepe snow still fall ng spred Riuers runne downe his aged chin his beard With I ceacles all horrid hory-hayrd Here first Cyllemus his wings plaining stayd Then shooting body downe steepe stooping made Like Riuer hanke that late Tree steeple high Now close by fish full brooks banke low doth flie Cyllenes son so comming fâ—om her father His twigging wings twixt heauen earth did gather Ore Africks sandy Coast cutting the wines Soone as his winged feete huts toucht he finds Aeneas founding Castles new house building His sword shind set with stones like stars and guilding Fire-red rich robe about his shoulders told A gift faire Dido wrought with finest gold Straight to him O thou man vxorious sayes That founding Carthage faire Town now dost raise Forgetting thine owne State affaires the King Of gods whose power heauen earth can wring From bright Olympus sends me downe to bring Thee post throgh aire with speed this his coÌ„mand What plot 's hopes make thee linger in Foes land If glory of those greâ—t things moue thee not Nor thy owne praise with paine and labour got Ascanius rising yet regard and those Hopes of thy son and heires to whom Rome owes Empire in Italy Cyllanius Out of his sight as a was speaking thus Vanisht to ayre the vision senselesse strucke AEneas mute in throate speech faltring stucke Through feare his stairing haire an end did stand Faine would he flie and leaue the lou'd sweet land Astonisht with such message gods command But O how shall he doe what words may win The angry Queene where shall he first begin 〈◊〉 musing mind now this now that way hasting â—â—guing to and fro and all doubts casting At length on this as best opinion falls Mnesteus Sergestus stout Cloanthus
DIDOS DEATH Translated out of the best of Latine Poets into the best of vulgar Languages By one that hath no name LONDON Printed by N. O. for Walter Burre 1622. The fourth Booke of VIRGILS AENEID BVt the already hurt heauy-grieu'd Queene The wound seeds in her veines of fire vnseene The mans much worth great honor of the natioÌ„ Runs in her mind his lookes and his relation In print stick in her thoughts no rest griefe yeelds Next day with sun light had suruayd the fields And from the Pole remoou'd the Dewy shade When she thus ill in health well yet ill sayd To her owne-minded sister sister Anne What dreames fright mee in doubt who may this Man This new guest be thus lighted on our Land What man-like looks How stout of heart hand He is in saith faith is not vaine of Race Doubtlesse diuine Feare argues spirits base Ah with what fortunes tost what battels fought Saw he and sung Sure setled in my thought VVere it not neuer more wedlocke to proue Since I through death alas lost my first loue Did I not lothe ioyes of the mariage bed This one time I perhaps might fall to wed For I 'le confesse Nan since our houses staine My haplesse husband was by brother slaine This onely man hath mou'd my faltring mind And stir'd some sparks markes of old flames I find But may the opening earth first swallow me Chaste modesty Ioues Thunder make me see The Ghosts pale Ghosts of hell and deaths deepe night E're I wrong thee or thy lawes loosly slight He that my first loue had hath and shall haue All my affection buried in his graue So said and bosome fild with weeping eyes O more then life lou'd sister Anne replies VVill you alone still mourning youth outwearing Barre your selfe Venus blessing-sweets son bearing Thinke you the dead like that or soules departed Although no sutors sick while fresh griefe smarted No Lybian Lords for husbands could be priz'd Though euen at Tyre Iarbas was despisde And Chiefes which Africk rich in Triumphs shows VVere scorn'd will you a loue you like oppose Forget you in whose coast you planted are Here Townes Getulian men vnmatcht in warre Vnbrideled Numids there sands on that side Of Syrtis Desert dry and raging wide Barcaans not to tell warres that may tide From Tyre through brothers threats Friend Iuno lucky gods auspicious weather Sure brought these Troian ships in good time hither O what a Towne of this sister your eyes May see from such a match what Empire rise To what exployts if Troian valour goe In company may Punicke glory grow Aske you but gods good will goe sacrifice And entertaining ghest with courtesies Quoyne causes for his stay winter amaine Rageth at sea and stormy starres now reigne Such bruisd ships may not brook weather so foule These words inflame the with loue burning soule Giue doubtfull hopes blushing feares controule First to the Temple Altars they repaire For lucke as vse is slaine two-yeerelings are To Bacchus Phabus Ceres lawgiuar And Iuno chiefe that takes of wedlocke care Faire Dido in her right hand holds the cup Which in the white Cow's forehead she turns vp Or for the gods and their fat Altars lifts Her dauncing lims or day makes new with gifts Or in poore Beasts cleft bosome poring pries With their yet panting entrailes too aduise Alas blind Augurs what helpe can be had From holy Church or vowes for women mad A soft sweete fire the marrow eates conceald A greene wound in the heart is hid not heald Poore Dido burnes in loue out of her mind All o're the Towne she gads so the hurt Hynd Some shepheard hunting in the forrest hit Vnwares farre off leauing not knowing it His deadly arrow sticking in her fide Through woods lawnes o're hills vallies hied Now through the streetes shee doth Aeneas guide Shewes the Townes wealth and how t is fortified Offers to speake halfe vtterd words call in And as day ends the same feasts still begin Againe to heare Troyes turmoyles fond she prayes Hangs on his lips depends on that he saies And parted wheÌ„ by turns clouds moon-light shade And shooting starres declining sleepe perswade Alone she mournes for bed on voyde floore lies And absent absent him both heares and eyes Or caught with fathers shape in lap doth feate Ascanius loue vnspeakeable to cheate Buildings begun rise not young men vntrain'd Nor ports for peace nor forts for warre maintaind Works broken off stand still huge threatning wall With skie-high Engen stands as it would fall When Ioues deere wife found her so plaguy ill That no care of her fame stopt her wood-will Thus to faire Venus Saturns daughter sayes Large spoyles no doubt you get and goodly praise You and your lad great memorable Name If craft of two gods conquer one poore Dame Nor faild I knowing how my Towne you feare And how suspect high Carthage houses were But shall there be no end Why still such strife Better eternall peace make man and wife Contract let vs you haue your hearts desire Poore Dido burnes with loue her back 's on fire Let vs in common then this people sway And blesst let her loue cherish and obay This Troian that for dowre these Tyrians may Handfast To her that with dissembling heart She saw spake this Romes Empire to conuert To Carthage Venus answerd who would chuse Vnwise to warre with thee or this refuse Great Iuno so successe make thy words good If which I doubt with fates decree it stood To make one Towne of Troy and Tyre if loue Such mixing league such vnion approue Yâ—u are his wife his mind t is sit you moue Oh then I am your seruant Iuno cries That care be mine but novv let vs deuise How things may come to passe mark and I 'le shevv AEneas and vnhappy Dido goe A hunting to the vvoods vvhen next dayes light Shall shevv the vvorld the suns beams rising bright On them a black cloud mixt vvith haile I 'le poure And while the fearefull troups ride searching o're The woods for shrowds thunder shall fill the skie And darke night hide the flying company About the forrest round a Grot or Caue Dido the same the Troian chiefe shall haue Where present if your mind be well made known In wedlocke firme I 'le ioyne her for his owne A ioyfull wedding t will be naught opposing Venus doth nod and smiles at her found glosing Meane time the sea forsaking morning rose By day break throgh the Ports youth chosen goes Hays toyls hunting staues steele headed round Ranke riders store and deepe fleete good nosde hound At the Queenes lingring chamber doore the best Of Carthaâ—e waite in gold and purple drest Feirce traÌ„pling horse stand champing foming bits At length with mighty troupe forward she sits Rich robe about imbrodered scaâ—â— she weares At which gilt Quiuer hangs â—old curles her haires And golden loops the 〈◊〉 garment tye Braue too the Troia◠〈◊〉 â—s goe