Cassias use But rest secure a fraudless life in peace Variously rich in their large Farmes at ease Tempe's coole shades dark Caves and purling streams Lowings of Cattell under trees soft dreams Nor lack they woods and dens where wilde beasts haunt Youth in toyle patient and inur'd to want Their Gods and parents sacred Justice tooke Through those her last steps when she Earth forsook Let the sweet Muses most of me approve VVhose Priest I am struck with almighty Love They shall to me Heavens starrie tracts make known And strange Eclipses of the Sun and Moon Thence Earthquakes are why the swolne Ocean beats Over his banks and then again retreats Why Winter Suns hast so to touch the maine And what delayes the tardie night restraine But if these gifts of Nature I not finde And a cold blood beleaguereth my minde Then I 'le delight in vales nere pleasant floods And unrenown'd haunt rivers hils and woods Thy banks sweet Sperchius and Taygeta where The Grecian virgins stately feasts prepare How shall I be to Haemus vale convaid And crown my temples with a mighty shade Happie is he that hidden causes knowes And bold all shapes of danger dares oppose Trampling beneath his feet the cruell Fates Whom Death nor swallowing Acheron amates And he is blest who knowes our Countrey Gods Pan old Sylvanus and the Nymphs aboads He fears not Scepters nor aspiring States Nor treacherous brethren stirring up debates Nor Dacians Covenant at Isters streams Nor Romes affaires and nigh destroyed Realms Or poor men pities or the rich envies What nourishment the bounteous field supplies What trees allow he takes nor ever saw Mad Parliaments Acts of Commons nor sword-Law Some vex the Sea and some to war resorts Attend on Kings and waite in Princes Courts This would his Countrey and his God betray To drink in Jems and on proud scarlet lye This hides his wealth and broods on hidden gold This loves to plead and that to be extold Through all the seats of Commons and the sires To bathe in 's brothers blood this man desires Some banish'd must their native seats exchange And Countries under other Climates range The Husbandman turns up his fruitfull plaines Whence he his children and poore house sustains His heards and labouring steers no rest is found Either his trees with blushing fruit abound His folds with Lambs or else his stacks with corne Or plenty loads his field or cracks his barne In winter he Sycanian Olives mils And the fat swine with mast and akorns fils All sorts of fruit in plentious Autumne falls And milder vines grow ripe on sunnie walls Whil'st 'bout his neck his prettie Children cling His chaste house modest home his heifers bring Extended teats in meads his fat Kids rest And with their horns in wanton sport contest He keeps the festive dayes on grass layd down And friends about the fire the Goblets crown Bacchus implor'd then for his Hinds sticks fast A prize at which they nimble Javelins cast Stripping their hardned limbs for rustick strife Of old this was the ancient Sabins life Rhemus and Romulus and Tuscans fierce And Rome great mistresse of the Universe Who seven proud hils then did with wals surround Before Dictaean Jupiter was crown'd Or Sounding Trumpers heard or any made Ring on hard anviles the imposed blade But we have past now through a spacious plaine And now 's high time our smoking steeds t'unrein THE THIRD BOOK OF Virgil's GEORGICKS THE ARGUMENT How to choose Cattell and best wayes to breed To traine a Horse for labour war or speed The power of Love whose fire consumes the Males Makes Buls to fight and Mares court Westerne gales Of Sheep and Goats of milk what profit's made Of haire and wool which drive a mighty trade Of Dogs for hunting or a watchfull Guard Serpents and Flies from Beasts must be debar'd With what diseases Cattell are annoyd How rots and murrains have whole Realms destroyd GReat Pales and th' Amphrisian Swain renown'd Lycaean streams and woods I 'le now resound All things that took up idle mindes are shewn For who hath not cruell Eurystheus known And bloody altars fierce Busiris reard Or not of Hylas or of Delos heard Of swift Hypodame and Pelops fam'd For 's ivorie shoulders who proud horses tam'd To raise my self a way must now be found That through all Nations I may be renown'd First to my Countrey if I live I will Conveigh the Muses from th' Aeonian hill And Idumean palmes to Mantua bear Then in green fields a Marble temple rear Where â—â—e great Mincius slowlie winding glides And borders with a tender reed his sides Amidst the fane shall Caesars statue be Who shall in purple me triumphing see Driving a hundred Chariots to the floods Leaving Alpheus and Molorchian woods All Greece shall strive with whirlbats and the race And offering Olive leaves my browes shall grace How it delights to see the solemn traine March to the Temples and the bullocks slaine Or as the sceane with fronts rever'st shall shift And painted Brittans purple hangings lift There I 'le in gold and ivorie draw th' alarmes Of India and conquering Caesars armes And huge Nile swelling both with waves and war On brazen beams I 'le navall trophies rear Next conquer'd Asia and Niphates show And Parthians flying bold to use their bow In Parian Marble and respiring brass Shall stand the statues of the Dardan race And all their titles who from high Jove came Old Tros and Phoebus who did Ilium frame Let cursed Envie at the Furies shake And tremble at the dreadfull Stygian Lake And at Ixions twisted Serpents grone His racking wheel and never resting stone Meane while let us seek Groves where Sylvane Gods Their dwellings have and search untracted woods Your hard commands Maecenas to persue Our muse no lofty flight takes wanting you Ah quickly come nor make delay at all For now Cytheron with loud voyce doth call Horse-taming Epire and Tagetian hounds And woods the clamor echoing resounds Next I shall Caesars mighty wars proclaim And through as many years extend his fame As hath been since bright Phoebus did adorne The world with light till thou great Prince wert borne Who ere Olympick games admiring steeds Or for the Plow his sturdie bullocks breeds To choose well bodied femals must have care Of the best shape the sowr-look'd heifers are Her head great thick her neck and to her thigh Down from her chin her dewlaps dangling lie Longsided all parts large whom great feet bears And under crooked horns her brisly ears Those best I like whom spots of white adorne Or shun the yoake oft butting with the horne The whole Cow faire and visag'd like the male Sweeping the ground with her long bushie taile The fourth year past Lucina they implore And after ten tast joyes of love no more Their strength to plow or procreate then failes Whil'st wanton youth thy herds boast free thy males Thy flocks whil'st they are young to Venus bring That
from the old new progenies may spring The best dayes first from mortall wretches flye Disease sad age labour and death supply But alwayes there are some which rather you VVould wish to change then still your breed renew Lest thou for lost things seek begin before And let a yearly race supply thy store Nor choosing horse from the like precepts swerve Those thou intend'st must their great stock preserve They at the first thy speciall care require For the fair issue of the generous sire Walks proudly round about the spacious field Whilst his soft thighs in supple flexures yield First dares the way and threatning rivers take And ore an unknown bridge at full speed make Nor fears vain founds one hath a lofty neck A hand some head short belly and broad back Luxuriant swellings on his valiant brest VVhite sorrill worst Bay or bright grey is best But when from far a sound of arms he hears He knowes no stand he shakes and pricks his ears And fierce to charge fire from his nostrils flies And his thick maine on his right shoulder lies His back-bone broad he beats the earth and proofe VVith thundring strokes makes off his solid hoof Such was swift Cylarus whom bold Pollux tam'd Mars and Achilles Charriot horses fam'd Mongst Grecian Poets Saturn chang'd had such A flowing a maine and at his wives approach Flying high Pelion thunders with his neighs But when diseases shall his body craze And struck in years his sinews weaker are Keep him at home his age not sordid spare Aged they coldly Venus entertain And the ingratefull work prolong in vain And if to joyne loves battell they ingage Like fire in straw they vainly spend their rage Therefore their years and courage chiefly learn Next other qualities and breed discerne Beat how they grieve how joyfull when they win VVhen through the fields they flie hast thou not seen How they swift Charriots hurrie to the bar Twixt hope and fear mens hearts distracted are They ply the whip and bending give the reine The burning axe flies thundering through the plain Now low they are now up they seem to rise And easie air dividing scale the skies Nor the lest breathing use nor make delayes But a dark cloud of duskie sand they raise VVith faom and followers breath bedew'd they are So love they praise of conquest so much care First Erycthonius Chariot-horses joyn'd And on swift wheeles triumphing dar'd the wind Lapithes first the art of riding found And horsemen taught t' insult ore trampled ground Arm'd cap-a-pe and thick proud steps to use Both task 's alike and skilfull riders choose One young as well as swift and fierce for fight Though he hath often put the foe to flight And Epire or Mycene his Countrey call Or boast from Neptune his originall This being known take thou especiall care To feed them high when they must serve the Marc Whom for the Stud a Lord they have decreed They give sweet grass clear streams and strongest bread Lest strength they want loves task to undergoe And their Siâ—es fâ—iling a poor offspring shew But carefully they make the female leane And when known lust provokes to Venus then They keep from food and drive them from the streams And often chase and tire in Phoebus beams When with thrash'd corne the beaten barneflore's grone And the light chaffe by Western winds is blown These Arts they use lest that the field of love By too much wanton rankness barren prove And oylie fatness make the furrowes thin But greedie take the seed and keep it in The Sires care past now is the Dams begun When neere their time with rekcon'd monchts they ' ave gone To draw a laden carr let no man force Or to leap ditches or in speedie course Run through the meads or in swift floods to swimme But feed in large groves neer some pleasant stream Where banks with moss and verdant grass araid Shelter'd with caves and with a rockie shade A Fly about the Groves of Silarus haunts And high Alburnus green with stately plants Asylus cal'd by Romans but the same The Greeks stile Aestron by an ancient name Loud-sounding fierce from which affrighted flie The herds and with loud bellowing shake the skie And Groves and thirstie Tangerus banks Heavens queen This Monster sent to wreak her deadly spleen On Io then transform'd into a Cow This for 't is worst when hotter it doth grow Beat from thy herds and feed the pregnant Mares VVhen Phaebus drives or night brings on the stars But when they have teem'd on th' offspring place all care VVhich straight they name and mark what breed they are VVhich to increase their stock they most allow Or sacred Altars serve or draw the Plow Or those thou would'st to Countrey uses frame Instruct them young and with much custome tame Whil'st pliant are their joynts and soft their minde And first about their necks loose collors binde Made with soft twigs Next when the free-borne are To service us'd them in fit couples pair And let them joyne their equall steps with Art And often use to draw an empty cart To print a small tract in the dusty roade Then grones the bee chen axe with ponderous load Next a brass teeme with mighty wheeles he drawes Meane while th' unbroken steers not only grasse And fennie rushes must with Sallow feed But bring him corne thy self nor let thy breed Their snowie milk pailes as th' old custome fill But the full teat give their dear offspring still If thou in war and cruell arms dost pride Or neer Alphoeus streams delight'st to ride And drive swift Chariots through the sacred Grove First make thy horse arm'd men and arms to love Make him shrill Trumpets suffer and to hear The groning wheeles nor lashing whips to fear And at th' applauses and his masters voyce And sounding of his clap't neck to rejoyce This from the mothers teat he must indure And to soft headstals him you must inure Whil'st weak and trembling sturdie age unknown The third year spent the fourth now drawing on Let him begin to ride the ring and all His Aires to learn Curvet and Caprioll Let his swift thighes alternate flexures bend Then with the windes in nimble course contend And with loose reins fly through the open strands Scarce leaving any print upon the sands As from the Northern shores when Boreas fierce Doth Scythian stormes and aiery clouds disperse When with loud blasts the waving Chaimpaine crown'd With rank corne shakes and the tall woods resound Huge billows charge the shore with all their force winds fly and Sea and Land scowre in their course This at the games of Elis swiftly flies Through the great lists sweating to gain the prise From 's mouth flowes bloudy some or else allots His soft neck for the Belgick Chariots Then let the large limb'd grow nor feeding spare When they are broke before they stubborne are When taken up their haughty souls disdaine The gentlest stroke nor
are tide Wheeles to the feet the fatall frame aspires Pregnant with arms boyes virgins round in Quires Chaunt sacred hymns and touch the ropes with joy It goes and inennacing it enters Troy O Country Troy where Gods once masions found And O you Dardan walls in war renound Foure times in th'entrance of the gates it hung Foure times within the clash of harnesse rung Yet we blind senselesse draw with all our power The unhappy monster to the sacred tower Cassandra then these future fates foretold Whom Trojans ne're believ'd so Phoebus would Poore we to whom that day must be the last Each where with festive bows the temples grac'd But now the heavens were turn'd night rose from Seas Shading earth skies and Grecian treacheries Trojans dispearc'd lay silent on the walls And deep sleep on their wearie bodies falls And now in Ships prepar'd the Argive band From Tenedos saile and steere the well-known strand Following by friendly silence of the Moone The Admiralls light Synon forewarnd as soone Sav'd by ill fates frees from a dore of Pines The Greeks inclos'd whom now the horse resignes To the fresh aire glad from the hollow oke Tisandrus Sthenelus fierce Ulysses broke Athamas Thoas Pyrrhus Machaon And Menelaus by long ropes slide downe With Epeus who the engine did designe Th'invade the town buried in sleep and wine The watch was slain and they by open gates Receive their friends and joyn to their known mates It was the time first sleep the weary soule Possest and heavens best gift on mortalls stole Behold most sadly Hector then appears To me in sleep shedding abundant tears Drag'd at a chariot black with bloody dust As e'rst and through his swoln feet reines were thrust Ah! how much chang'd how from that Hector whom Achilles spoyles once grac'd returning home Or darting Phrygian fire on th' Argive Fleet. Squallid his beard his haire with blood concrete Bearing those wounds those many ne're Troys wall He had receiv'd weeping I seeme to call The man and thus sad speeches did commence O Dardan light O Troys chiefe confidence Why such delayes O Hector from what coast Com'st thou desir'd that thee so many lost After such labours of the town and men Weary we view what sad chance thy serene Looks hath defil'd or why those wounds view I But he to vain demands made no reply But fetching deep from 's breast a heavy grone Ah flie he said from fire scape Venus sonne Troys high towers sinke the walls the Graecians have Enough for her and Priam could strength fave Ilium this hand had sav'd her and now she Her sacred things and Gods commends to thee Take these companions of thy fates with these Build a great City having past the Seas This said he wreaths and mighty Vesta brought And fires eternall from her sacred vault Mean while with various cries the walls resound And more and more although in shady ground My fathers house remote obscurely lay Loud noyse drawes neer and clashing arms dismay I shake off sleep and mount the battlement With speedy steps and stood with ears intent As when with rough winds fire in standing corne Or mountaine floods with a rapt torrent borne Drounds the ranckâ—orn and meads toyles of the oxe Woods head-long sweeps amaz'd on lofty rocks The shepheard ignorant receives the sound Then faith was manifest and Greeks treason found Deiphobus ample frames now overturns By Vulcans rage and next Ucaligon's burns With fire now shine the broad Sigean Baies The trumpets sound men higher clamors raise Mad I take arms arm'd voyd of counsell then To aid the tower with friends to gather men My bosome burns rage fury judgement charms And we conceive it brave to dye in arms Panthus behold escap'd the enemies Apollo's priest Panthus Otriades Bearing things sacred vanquish'd gods he led His Nephew and toth ' shore distracted fled How stand things Panthus what fort doe we hold Scarce said with a deep sigh thus much he told The last dayes come Troys unavoided date Trojans we were Troy was and the high state Of Troy hath been Jove cruell all to Greece Transfers and Greeks the burning town possesse That horse within the walls that mighty frame Powres forth arm'd men bold Synon stirs the flame Insulting others open gates possesse So many thousands never came from Greece Some on both sides the narrow passes guard And drawn swords shining stand to kill prepar'd The watches of the out-workes they invade Who in disorder weake resistance made With Panthus words and ayd of Gods I passe Through flames through arms where sad Erynnis was Where sorrow calls and clamours heaven ascend Ripheus old Iphitus companions joynd By Moon-light brought Dymas and Hypanis Throng to our side and young Migdonidis Who in those dayes by chance to Ilium came Whom with fond love Cassandra did inflame The haplesse son brought Troy and Priam aid But prophesies of the inspired maid Did not regard Yet when I saw a fight they durst maintain Bold youth I said your valour is in vain To save the burning town if you desire To meet your certain death bravely t' expire You see the chance those kept this Realm our Gods Their altars have forsook and blest abodes Then let 's incounter death fall bravely on Vanquish'd mens safety is to hope for none Our youth being thus inrag'd as in dark night Wolves ravening hunt spur'd by fierce appetite Their whelps being left wait with dry jawes so we Through weapons rush rush through the enemie To certain death and through the City made Black night surrounding with a hollow shade Who can the cruell funeralls of that night Declare with equall tears those woes recite Th' old City falls potent so many years In every street flaughter in heaps appears Bodies in houses sacred temples thrown Nor did the Trojans suffer death alone The vanquished their courages recall And now the Graecian conquerors doe fall In all parts cruell grief in all parts feare And various shapes of death was every where Androgeus first of all the Greeks came up To us and follow'd with a mighty troop He unadvised for his friends did take And first with courteous language freely spake Hast sirs O sloathfull what delayes you thus Whilst others ransack burning Pergamus March you but now from the tall fleet this said And straight for we but doubtfull answers made Perceives himself ingag'd amidst his foes And with the word astonisht backward goes As one who on a Serpent ' mongst sharp briers Treads unawares and frighted straight retires From his rais'd wrath and purple swelling head So at the sight Androgeus frighted fled We fiercely charge and round about them drew Amaz'd and ignorant of the place orethrew And fortune did this our first service aid Here heightned with successe Chorabus said O friends where our first fortune way hath shewn For safety take as she directs let 's on Let us change shields in Graeoian armour go Who fraud or valour questions in a foe These shall give
fates declare Now I recall these Kingdomes she foretold Due to our race and oft Hesperia would Oft Italie name but who could understand Trojans must come to the Ausonian strand Or whom could then divine Cassandra move Phoebus obey best things advis'd approve This said all glad performe what was injoyn'd This seat we leave a few being left behind Set saile in hollow keeles through vast Seas bore After we took the main nor any more Countreys appeare every where sea and skies With night and tempest big a clowd did rise The water horrid with the darknesse growes Winds rowle huge waves and mighty seas arose We through vast gulphs are tost stormes hide the day And heaven is to the hurnid night a prey Flames breaking often from the gaping clowds Drove from our course we wander through dark floods Nor Palinurus knows in such a skie Or day or night or what course now to ply Three dayes uncertain with blind mists we erre As many nights wander without a star The fourth day we did rising land behold And far-off hills which wandring clouds infold Sailes struck with ores the lusty Sea-men sweep The foaming waves and brush the azure deep Escap'd the floods first me the Strophades Receiv'd Isles mid'st the great Ionean Seas Greeks call the Strophades which Celaeno tooke And other Harpies after they forsooke Phineas bar'd gates and former boards through feare No monsters are like these nor more severe A plague or wrath of God ere rose from Styx The foule are Virgin-fac'd a loathsome flix Works on them still hook'd clawes and alwaies pale With hunger vex'd This having reach'd we for the harbor stand When we beheld fat heards about the strand And shaggie goats no heardsman on we fall Streight with our swords the Gods and Jove we call To share the prey then tables we prepare On winding shores and highly feasted were When from the hills did dreadfull Harpies rise And swift they shake their wings with hideous cries Our meat they seize and with foule tallons rend And with a putrid breath dire skreeches send Far more with-drawne under Arch'd rocks shut in With trees and with a horrid shade agen Tables we spread Altars with fire supplide Agen from lurking holes on th' other side Loud troops with pounc'd feet round our dishes swarm And spoyle our meat then that my friends should arme I gave command and fight with that dire race They did as I requir'd and in the grasse They leave their swords and hide their glittering shields That when they sounding flew through ample fields Misenus with his trumpet might a signe Give from a hill they charge strange battels joyn And horrid sea-fowle with their steele attempt But no stroke hurts their plumes their backs exempt From wounds they with swift flight to heaven are born And with fowle prints forsake their prey halfe torne Celaeno pearch'd alone on a high rock Unhappy Prophetesse thus silence broke For slaughter'd cattell and slaine bullocks are These fights O Trojans or prepare ye war Us innocent Harpies from our realms t' expell If so hear this these words remember well What Jove Apollo Phoebus me foretold I greatest of the furies now unfold Your quest is Italy Italy you shall sayle Enter her Ports with the implored gale But ere you shall surround your town with walls Dire famine for our unjust funeralls Shall make you eat your trenchers these she said And to the woods she flyes on wings displaid Then sudden feare doth my companions seize Cold blood benumbs their courage falls not peace Seek they with arms now but with vows and praier Whether they Goddesses or fowle birds are But from the shore my sire extends his hands Great powers implores and sacred rites commands You gods forbid these threats you Deities Avert such chance to save the pious please And order gave to loose our cables then And cleare our trembling anchorage agen Pregnant our sayles we fly through fomie seas What course the South winds and our master please Woody Zacynthus now from sea arose Dulichium Same high clift Neritos Ithacus rocks Laertian realms we fled And curse the shore cruell Ulysses bred Leucates cloud-crown'd mountaines next arise And Phoebus which the Sayler terrifies Here tir'd we came to the small Citie hast Our ships possesse the shores and anchors cast Then we unhop'd-for land at length injoy We purge to Jove Altars with vowes employ And Troys games celebrate on th' Actian soyle Naked my friends wrestle in flowing oyle To scape so many Graecian Cities we Rejoyce and thus to have steer'd through th' enemy Mean while the Sun had his great circle run And North winds vext the Seas Winter begun A brazen shield which Abas wore I fix Upon a pillar and this verse annex These armes from conquering Greeks Aeneas bore I bid them quit the Port fit to their ore Striving they cuffe the billowes brush the tide Pheacus airie turrets soon we hide By Epire to Chaonian Harbours bend Buthrotus lofty Citie we ascend Here fame incredible did my eares invade That Helenus Priams sonne in Epire swaide By Pyrrhus wife those realmes he did obtain Andromache march'd in her own stock again Amaz'd my bosome burns with strong desire To see the man and the strange chance inquire I doe forsake the Navy shores and bay Andromache then solemne rites did pay To Hectors dust with gifts his ghost implores Within a Grove nigh to false Sinois shores Before the citie made of sods she reares Two altars at his tombe her cause of tears Seeing me advance when Trojan arms she spide Distracted and with wonder terrifide Her limbs grew stiffe heat flyes she sounding falls And scarce at last thus she her speech recalls This a true face com'st thou thy selfe to me O Goddesse sonne liv'st thou if dead thou be Where 's Hector at these words she wept her cry Fills all the place to her distempers I In briefe with faltring voyce short answers give Through all extreames escap'd behold I live Doubt not for truth you see What chance attends thee left of such a Lord Can any worthy fate one smile afford Is Hectors wife turn'd into Pyrrhus bride With lookes dejected softly she replide O happiest virgin of King Priam's race Who on the enemies tombe and in the face Of Troy didst suffer death by no chance led Captive to touch a conquering masters bed We from our countries flames through all Seas borne Felt the proud youth Achilles off-springs scorne Both slaves who after with Hermione falls In love and Lacedemon nuptialls And me his slave to his slave Helenus joyn'd But him Orestes raging in his mind Inflam'd with love of 's lost bride did pursue Surpris'd and at his fathers altars slue Thus Pyrrhus dead part of his Kingdome yields To Helenus who stil'd these Chaon fields From Trojan Chaon all Chaonia nam'd And Ilian towers hath on these risings fram'd What wind what fare transports thee to this land What God thee ignorant brought to touch our
did advance But him it must not wound the spear past by And fix'd it self in great Achates thigh Here youthfull Lausus up a squadron brings And a rough javelin at bold Driophes flings Under his chin in 's throat fast stuck the lance Bereaving him of speech and life at once Down on his face he tumbles on the earth And a deep sea of purple vomits forth Three Thracians next of Boreas high descent And three of Ida's sons from Ismar sent By severall ways he slew Hales brings on Aruncian bands next charge great Neptune's son Well hors'd Messapus these get ground now they They fought in th'entrance of Ausonia At warring tempests meet in th'ample skies With equall strength and equall courages Nor winds nor clouds nor seas give place in doubt The battell stands resolv'd to fight it out So came the Trojans and the Latins on Set foot to foot and close up man to man But on the other side where streams had born Down rowling stones and shrubs from bancks had torn Pallas beheld th' Arcadian horse unskil'd To fight with foot to shrink and leave the field Whom disadvantage of the ground compels To quit their horse having no succour else In that extream these he intreats and prayes And now with sharp words did their courage raise Where do you flie by th' acts which you have done By great Evanders name and victories won And my adventures for my Countreys praise Trust not to flight but charge the enemies And where they thickest stand there venture through Your Prince your Countrey this requires of you No Gods oppose mortal ' gainst mortal stands You have more courage and as many hands Before the Oceans waves opposed be No land is left are you for Troy by sea This said he charg'd amongst the thickest foes Whom Lagus by sterne fates did first oppose Who whilst he lifts at him a mighty stone Was with his spear run through the shoulder bone Then back again he drew the fastned lance Whom Hisbon could not though he did advance Relieve for Pallas whilst he rush'd betwixt Him in his rage with the same javelin fix'd And gave him his companions cruell death For he his sword in 's swelling lungs did sheath Next Sthelenus and Anchemelus he kil'd Who boldly his step-mothers bed defil'd Then Thymber and Larides were orethrown In Rutile fields these twins so like that none Though well acquainted could a difference make Whose Parents oft rejoyc'd at the mistake But Pallas now a sad distinction made Lops Thymbers head off with th' Evandrian blade And thy right hand for thee Larides felt The half-dead fingers trembling sought the hilt Mov'd with this speech and valour of the man Vex'd and ashamde on the Arcadians ran And here the valiant Pallas Rhetus slew As in his chariot passing by he flew This only stay there was of Ilus chance For he at Ilus aim'd his mighty lance And Rhetus hits as cowardly he shuns Bold Teuthrus thee and from thy brother runs With his deaths wound he from his chariot reels And beats Rutilian Plains with dying heels As when a swaine in woods makes many fires When gales in spring blow fresh to his desires Straight the main bodie 's seiz'd all meet again And Vulcans bands triumphing spread the Plain Whilst victor he the conquering flames survaid So Pallas friends conjoyn'd to bring him aide But stout Halesus bends ' gainst all alarms And puts himself in posture with his arms Demodocus Ladon Pharetes did dispatch Lops Strymons hands which at his throat did catch Then with a stone o' th' head takes Thoas full And beats into his brains his battered scull Halesus was in woods by 's father hid Foreseeing fate but when the old man dy'd Him destiny with cruel hands did seise And by th' Evandrian sword did sacrifice Whom Pallas charg'd thus having made his prayer O father Tyber grant this brandish'd spear May through Halesus bosome make its way And to thy oke his arms and spoils I 'le pay The god inclin'd whilst he did Imaon save His open breast t' Arcadian lance he gave But Lausus powrfull in the war kept all His men undaunted at this Captains fall First Abas slew who first maintain'd the fight Th' Arcadians and Hetrurians put to flight And you O! Trojans scap'd the Grecian bands They charge with equal Chiefs and like commands Double their fronts so thick the iron grove They could not use their arms nor weapons move Here Pallas charges Lausus did ingage Another party there nor of their age Much difference was and both most gallant men But fortune had denide they should agen Their native country see for whom commands Olympus starry palaces withstands That they should meet in single fight oppose On them their fates attend by greater foes Mean while his sister Turnus did advise Lausus to help he through the battel flies On winged wheels and there where he espide His men ingag'd he spake Stand all aside And let me only now with Pallas joyn The honour of his death must needs be mine I would his father were spectator here This said the field at his command they cleer But Pallas when the Rutils had retir'd Then Turnus proud commands the youth admir'd And viewing his huge body was amaz'd Yet with a cruel eye upon him gaz'd And saying thus against the Tyrant came I shall obtain his spoils and mighty fame Or noble death each will my father please Then briefly said Forbear such threats as these And with the word drew to the open plains Cold fear th' Arcadians blood drives from their veins Turnus from 's chariot lights on foot to fight And as a Lyon comes who from a height Hath seen a Bull for battel to prepare So in his march the King himself did beare When Pallas saw he could him with his sance Reach as he pleas'd then first he did advance If fortune pleas'd would him though weaker aid Then thus to Hercules in high heaven he praid Oh by my fathers hospitable board Which thou a stranger honour'dst once afford Assistance now to this great enterprise Let Turnus me behold with dying eyes Breathing his last a Conquerour to seise His bloody arms This heard great Hercules And powring vain tears forth he gave a groan Then Jove with comfort thus bespake his son Each hath his fate Short and irreparable time Mans life enjoyes But by brave deeds to clime To honours height this they by valour gain How many sons of Gods at Troy were slain Sarpedon there my progenie did fall And Turnus fates for him already call And he to his appointed date must yield This said his eye turns from th' Ausonian field But Pallas with huge strength his javelin threw And 's glittering sword straight from his scabberd drew It through aethereal orbs resounding flies Where the high coverings of his shoulder lies Then through the skirts of 's shield a passage found And gave to mighty Turnus a small wound Here Turnus having pois'd a spear of
neither known The Gods in loves High court pity their rage That thus poor mortals should themselves ingage Here Venus sits there cruell Iuno stands And pale Tisiphone raves amidst the bands But here Mizentius a huge javeline shakes And to the field highly incensed makes So tall Oryon through the swelling tides Marcheth on foot the waves scarce reach his sides Or when he stalks more proudly on dry land Bringing from hils an old ash in his hand Whilst his proud head amongst the clouds he hides So in his mighty arms Mizentius prides Aeneas having spi'de him through the bands Marches against him He undaunted stands Waiting th'approach of his magnanimous foe And having took the measure of his throw This hand which is my God and this my spear Which now I poise grant your assistance here That cruell Pirates spoils and arms I now For thee a trophie dearest Lausus vow This said at him he cast his sounding lance But the swift spear did from his target glance And far from thence through noble Anthor run This was great Hercules companion Who sent from Argos with Evander staid And his abode now in Ausonia made Thus hurt he fals and haplesse views the skies Remembring his dear Argos as he dies His javelin then valiant Aeneas threw Which through his brazen quilted target flew Where three bull-hides tan'd did their force conjoyn And fast it stuck in bold Mizentius groyn Whose strength now fails soon as Aeneas saw The Tyrrhens blood straight he his sword did draw And whilst he was astonish d rusheth on This Lausus viewing fetch'd a heavy grone For his dear father and salt tears he sheds Here thy sad death and most renowned deeds If antient stories have related truth I shall not silence O most noble youth Mizentius hurt began some ground to yield Drawing the hostil weapon from his shield Lausus steps in and brought his father aid And took the blow which fierce Aeneas made On his own shield receives him with delays At which a shout his glad companions raise Whilst the hurt father from the fight withdrew Defended by his son Iavelins they threw And ' gainst the foe their lances thick discharge Aeneas rag'd protected with his targe As when a showre descends of hail and rain Straight all the husbandmen forsake the Plain Under dry roofs himself the traveler saves Or shelters under bancks or rockie caves Until the storm is o're that when the Sun Returns he may perfect the work begun So was Aeneas overwhelm'd with darts Bearing the tempest thundring from all parts And Lausus he rebukes now menaceth The bold youth thus why hastenst thou thy death And dost so much above thy strength assay Thy Piety fond youth doth thee betray But he no lesse rashly himself ingag'd At which the Dardan Prince extreamly rag'd And now â—is thread of life the fates had span In him to th'hilts his sword Aeneas ran And through the threatners shield and arms it pass'd And coat his mother with pure gold had grac'd I lood drown'd his breast his soul her Progresse makes Down to pale shades and the cold corps forsakes But when his face great Anehisiades And cheeks now wonderfully pale espies He stretch'd his hand then sigh'd with grief opprest And now his fathers love affects his breast Saying poor youth what fame for thee is due What worthy gift shall I bestow on you Take thy lov'd arms if those thou dost regard And with thy Royall Parents be interr'd This comfort have in thy sad funeral That thou by great Aeneas hand didst fall Then checks his lingring friends himself before Raising him up his hair defil'd with gore Mean while his father at the crystal streams Of Tyber cleans'd his wound and eas'd his limbs Against a tree on which his helm he hung And on the grasse his pondrous armour flung A choice guard round panting his neck did rest Which bowing with his beard cover'd his breast Then asks for Lausus and oft sends to find And call him off since 't was his fathers mind But the dead youth his friends in sorrow drown'd Bore on a shield slain by a mighty wound Far off the crie his soul presaging knew Then on his silver hair rowl dust he threw And both his hands at once to heaven he heaves Then thus complaining to the body cleaves Dear son was life to me so sweet that thou Whom begot for me shouldst suffer now Must I thy father draw this vital breath Sav'd by thy wounds and live by thy sad death O let me now to woful exile go Since I behold this wound this fatall blow Oh son my acts have blasted thy renown Expuls'd by malice from my throne and crown 'T was I should suffer in this hatefull strife And many deaths pay for this wicked life Yet still I live view heaven converse with man But I le forsake them all Then he began Thus saying to raise his feeble thigh from ground And though it fail'd him with so great a wound Undaunted he commands his horse provide This was his comfort this his only pride On this through all his fights did Conqueror go To whom he spake declaring thus his woe Of long life Phoebus we have had the proof If any time to mortals were enough Either we must Aeneas head this day And bloody spoils in triumph bear away Revenging Lausus or if fates deny Assistance we will both together die For sure most valiant Steed thou'lt not admit A Trojan rider nor a strangers bit Thus having spoke up sad Mizentius gets And soon himself in comely manner seats Then both his hands did with sharp javelins load On his bright helm whole mains of horses fload And straight he marches up whilst mighty shame Grief and distraction did his soul inflame Love provokes rage and losse of honour all Then thrice aloud did for Aeneas call The Trojan knew the voice and thus he pray'd So may great Jove and Phoebus now perswade That thou begin the fight And praying with a dreadful spear march'd on But he why hast thou rob'd me of my son Most cruell man and terrifiest me thus Since no way else thou hadst to ruine us Nor fear we death nor any God regard Leave of thy prayers to die I come prepar'd But first these legacies I le on thee bestow This said he cast a javelin at the foe Another after then another flings And swiftly wheels about in mighty rings Aeneas shield receives them thrice he goes About him standing and sharp lances throwes Three times the Trojan turning where he stood Bore on his brazen shield a mighty wood Vext with delay and plucking from his targe So many spears and with the dangerous charge Plotting all means at last he did advance And through his horses head he sent his lance Who rising then beats with his feet the skies And tumbling backward on his rider lies Oppressing much his arm extended out Trojans and Latines send to heaven a shout In leaps Aeneas and his bright sword