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
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
arms thus saying he assumes Androgeus glittering shield and crested plumes And fits an Argive sword unto his thigh This Ripheus Dymas all the company Each arm'd himself in recent spoilcs with joy Then mix'd with Greeks wanting our Deity And through nights gloomy shades oft on we fell And many a Graecian soul we sent to hell Some fly to th' Ships and swift to safe shores bend Others with base fear struck again ascend The mighty horse and in the known bulk hide Ah who may hope if by the Gods deni'd Cassandra lo the Priamaenian maid From Pallas temple drag'd her hair displaid To heaven her bright eyes raising then in vain Her eyes for cords her tender hands restrain Inrag'd Choraebus not induring this Willing to die leaps midst his enemies All after rush ' mongst thickest squadrons went Here first by darts from the high temple sent Our own destroy us and sad slaughters make By change of Arms and Graecian helms mistake The Graectans gather stir'd with griefe and rage And for the rescu'd Virgin all ingage Then both th' Atrides and his men drew up Fierce Ajax and the sterne Dolopian troupe So advers winds contest with all their force West South and Eurus on his Eastern horse The woods resound and fomie Nereus raves And with his trydent stirs up dreadfull waves Those we by stratagem had overthrown And by nights help chac'd round about the town Appeare and first they knew our feigned arms The difference of our language and alarms We are ore-powr'd and first at Pallas fane Chorebus was by Peneleus slaine Next Ripheus fell most faithfull to his trust Nor in all Troy was known a man more just Though by the Gods otherwise look'd upon Hypanis Dymas were by friends orethrowne Nor Phoebus Myter could deliver thee Panthus from death nor thy great pietie Troyes ashes witnesse and last flames of mine If in your fall I danger did decline Or Graectan force death had my fate been full This hand did merit Thence with us we pull Iphitus Pelias I phitus age detain'd Pelias a wound he from Ulysses gain'd Hence clamor calls to Priams Pallace there A huge fight was as if no war else-where Nor in the whole town other funeralls So untam'd Mars Greeks rushing to the walls We saw strong gates with testudes they assaile High pillars climb and walls with sadders scale Shields their left hands protect oppose defence ' Gainst darts their right hands seize the battlements Dardans resist down roofes and towres they cast And with such arms since they behold their last Prepare to save themselves in deaths extreams High honours of old Princes golden beams They tumble down others with drawn swords stood To keep the gates and with strong guards make good Courage restor'd we to the Pallace made To joyn our force and give the vanquish'd aid There was a porch with private gates a way Well known in Court behind the pillars lay Often by which whilst Ilium did remaine Haplesse Andromache without a traine Old Priam us'd to visit and did bring Her son Astyanax to delight the King Straight I this way the battlements ascend From whence in vain their darts the Trojans spend There was a towre erected wonderous high And with proud Bulworks seem'd to kisse the skie From whence all Troy accustomed to see The Campe and Navie of the enemie This with my sword I loos'd and on that part Wherre jutting beams did from their mortisse start We gave a shove when sudden from that hight Thundring it fell and on the Greeks did light But fresh men Charge nor stones nor any kind Of weapons ceast mean while Pyrrhus just at the entrance in the passe Triumphs in arms and shines in glittering brasse So in the Spring a sterved Snake comes forth Whom swoln cold Winter drove beneath the earth Now having cast his skin he fresh appears With skining youth and proud his bosome rears In towrie windings to the cheering South His triple stings brandishing in his mouth With him huge Periphas Automedon Achilles Charioteere and Squire comes on These seconded by all the Scyrian bands Who on the roofes cast fire and flaming brands Through strong gates first he with an ax did passe And from the hinges tore down beams of brasse Then hews huge pillars cleaving knotty oke And a large breach with a wide passage broke The house within appears long halls unfold Prtams bed-chamber and the Kings of old The entrance they might see arm'd souldiers guard Within mix'd tumults and loud skreeks are heard The arched seelings howl with female cries And c'amours to the golden starres arise Then fearfull Matrons through vast buildings mix'd The posts imbracing held and kisses six'd With 's fathers strength Pyrrhus maintains the fight Nor guards nor rampires can resist his might Gates with his battering Ram are overthrown And from their hinges Jaumes are tumbled down They force their way the first they meet they kill And royall Courts the basest souldiers fill A soaming river not so fiercely goes When breaking forth his bancks he overthrowes And on the plaines with hostile billowes falls Bearing with him both carrell and then stalls I saw how slaughtering Pyrrhus was inrag'd To enter how th' Atrides were ingag'd The Queen a hundred Ladies Priam view'd And fires he hallow'd with 's own blood imbrew'd He fifty Daughters did with marriage grace Such hopes there was of his illustrious race Beams rich with gold and spoyles fall by their ire And Greeks posses what 's not possest by fire But here you may inquire of Priams fates When Troy he saw was taken and his gates Torn down through all the Court the foe to rage Arms long unworn th' old man trembling with age Girds on in vain a uselesse sword he takes And desperate where the foe was thickest makes Amidst the court under heavens canopie An Altar stood an antient Laurell nigh Imbrac'd the Gods with a declining shade Hither in vain the Queen and Daughters fled But when in youthfull arms she Priam spide Oh! my most wretched husband straight she cride What counsell thee to put on arms did move Into what danger dost thou run dear love These times no such defenders will allow No if my Hector should be present now Draw neer this altar may protect us all Or here in death we will together fall Then she her husband by the hand did bring And plac'd in sacred seats the aged King Behold Polytes one of Priams sons Having escap'd from slaughtering Pyrrhus runs Wounded to seek some sheltring place he flyes Through arms through foes courts and long galleries Whom raging Pyrrhus did with arms pursue Now takes and strikes him with his javeline through At last as in his parents sight he stood He fell and powres his soule out with much blood Here Priam though beset with death abstain'd Neither from language nor his wrath restrain'd The Gods for this who such a bold act dar'd If any power in heaven such things reguard They 'l recompence and due
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
realms they fame To swift wings trusting boldly through the skies A way untracted to the cold North flies At last on Chalcis towre he stands where he First lighting Phoebus gave his wings to thee And a large Temple built whose porch presents Androgeus death Athenian punishments A wofull thing leven children the demands Annually paid with lots the sad urne stands Crete that survayes the Sea was opposite A bulls dire love Pasiphaes stolne delight The mix'd race Minotaure his Monstrous son The monument of her foule lust was done The structure and the Labyrinth here was seen But Daedalus pitying th'inamor'd Qneen The art and windings of that house betraies Shewing the clew thou Icarus in these Shouldst a great part had grief permitted shar'd To draw thy chance in gold he twice prepar d Twice fell the fathers hands Soon the whole frame They had survaâ—d but that Achates came And did the priestesse of great Phoebus bring Deiphobe who thus bespake the King This is no time such sights to entertain Then bids seaven steers from untouch'd heards be slaine And as the custome equall sheep be paid Having said there the rites were not delaid And bids the Twojaus to the Temple come A cave was cut from a rocks vaster wombe Whence through a hundred gates a hundred ways Sybil as many prophesies convayes As he drew neer the Virgin cries Be bold To ask thy fate The god the god behold This said her colour chang'd nor had her face And comely tresses the same form or grace But her swoln bosome pants a mighty rage Doth all the faculties of her soul engage Nor humane voice greater she seems to be Inspired with th' approaching Deitie Trojan Aeneas then aloud she said Hast thou not made thy vowes hast thou not praid Nor vast gates of the fatal house till then Shall open Here she silent was agen And through the Trojans bones shot trembling feare Whilst from his soul the King powrs forth his prayer O Phoebus thou that strov'st still to protect Unhappy Troy and didst the shaft direct And Paris hand to wound Aeacides I led by thee strange lands and many seas To the remote Massylian shores have past And realms extended unto deserts vast We Italies flying coasts at length have took But by our own sad fortune not forsook And all you Gods and Goddesses that were Foes to Troy's glory now that nation spare And you blest Prophetesse humbly I intreat I seek but realms are due to me by fate That we in Latium may find new abodes And habitations for our wand ring gods I then to Phoebus and Diana shall A temple build of marble where I le call On solemn dayes on great Apollo's name And in our realm Chappels for thee I le frame In which the fates and fortunes of our race Which pleas'd you now foretell shall have their place And there blest maid I le consecrate choise men Commit not unto leaves thy verses then Lest they to wanton winds a sport be made But sing thy self I pray He ends this said But in the cave she furious takes no rest Striving to shake the great God from her brest Who tires her more her raging mouth he frames And by constraining her fierce bosome tames The hundred gates themselves now open fling And through the aire Sibylla's answer bring Thou scap'd from dangers of the sea far more Remain at land the Trojans shall the shore Of Latium find thy breast from such cares free And soon repent Wars horrid wars I see And Tyber swell'd with blood nor shalt thou misse Greek camps a Xanthus and a Symois A new Achilles of a Goddesse come And you shall Juno find in Latium What people what Italian seats in want Shalt thou not sue to as a suppliant A wife shall cause again the Trojan woe And forrain marriage Yet dangers fear not but on bolder goe What course thy fortune grants thy first supplies Which thou least thinks from a Greek seat shall rise These horrid circumstances from her cell Cumean Sibyl bellowing did foretell With dark phrase clouding truth then Phoebus shakes His reins and her chaf'd heart more fury takes When she grew calme and her wild rage alaid Aeneas spake Not any toyle O Maid To me an new unlook'd for shape presents I foresee all and cast their worst events One boone I crave since to infernall realms This way conducts and Acherons dismal streames That I my dearest father may behold Open the way inchaunted gates unfold Him I from thousand weapons through the flame Brought on my shoulders through an hoast I came He me accompanied through all the maine And weake did threatning seas and skyes â—â—â—taine Above the strength and temper of his age Us at thy gates t' attend he did ingage O pitie then the father and the sonne Blest Maid for all things can by thee be done Nor Hecate plac'd thee ore those groves in vaine If Orpheus could Eurydice regaine Help'd by his Thracian lyres sweet harmony Could Pollux by alternate dying free His brother and returne why should I name Theseus Alcides that from Jove I came Such things he pray'd and by the altars hung Then she replyde Trojan Aeneas sprung From blood of Gods to hel's an easie way Black Pluto's gates stand open night And day But to return and the bright aire to view This is the worke the labour of a few Whom Jove esteems or vertue hath rais'd high And sprung from Gods Woods in the middle lie And round Cocytus motes with a black lake If so great love if such desires thee take Twice to swim Styx black hell twice to survay And to strange toyles th' art pleas'd to give such way Hear thy first task A golden bough doth lie With shining leaves hid in a shady tree Sacred t'infernall Juno this is said This the whole woods and obscure valleys shade To visit parts below all are restrain'd Untill the bough with golden leaves is gain'd Which to fair Proserpine must presented be This pluck'd another golden from the tree Sprouts with like metal with your eye search round And breake it gently off when it is found If fates call thee it will with ease be gain'd Else not by â—y violence constrain'd Nor shall by thee with hardest steele be got But now thy dead friend ah thou knowst it not The whole fleet with his corps contaminates Whilst thou consulting at our threshold waits Him first in quiet shade intombe then bring Black sheep an expiating offering Darke reasms deny de the living thou mayst then Behold This said she silent was agen Aeneas with fix'd eyes and sad lookes went And leaves the cave musing the sad event Faithfull Achates his companion goes With equall steps dividing equall woes Betwixt themselves many conjectures whom She meant was dead what corps they should intombe When as they go they saw Misenus left On the dry shore by a sad death bereft Misenus none more excellent was found T inflame to battell by his trumpets sound
with cruel war We seek Evander him inform here are Troy's prime Commanders who his aid intreat Pallas amaz'd struck with a name so great Who e're come forth these to the King declare And to our countreys gods a guest repaire Then he receives him with a strict imbrace The grove they enter and forsake the place When to the King Aeneas friendly said O best of Greeks to whom me fortune made A suiter now and olive boughs to beare Nor thee though a Greek Captain did I feare From both Atrides though thou draw'st thy line But me thy own worth th' Oracles divine And antient Kin thy fame through all coasts spread Sent me to thee and fates the willing led Our Grandsire Dardan who built Ilium As the Greeks say did from Electra come He sail'd to Troy she was great Atlas strain Whose shoulders the actherial orbs sustain Mercurie thy father is whom Maia faire Conceiving on Cylenes cold tops bare But Atlas Maia if we credit fame That Atlas got supports heavens starry frame So from one blood the stocks of both divide This trusting I no messenger imploy'd Nor try'd thee first by art but my self came And life adventuring here now suppliant am The same Rutilians which with cruel wars Presse thee when we 're expell'd think nought debars But all Hesperia shall their yoak obey Or whatsoere is washt by either Sea Let us joyn leagues we have stout men of war And valiant youth that long experienc'd are Aeneas thus whilst he all ore survaid The Trojan then Evander briefly said Bold Dardan know how I accept thy choice And meet thy love how I thy fathers voice And face recall and have in memorie When Priam went Hesione to see And Salamina view his sisters court They did to cold Arcadian shores resort Then budding youth had first my cheeks attir'd With a soft doun I Trojan Chiefs admir'd With wonder youthful Priam me possest But most Anchises taller then the rest With great affection did my mind excite To know the man and joyn right hand to right Joyfull I led him round our battlements He a fair quiver Lycian shafts presents And a rich cloak to me taking his leave With golden reins which since I Pallas gave Therefore I grant thy suit and leagues conjoine And when the morn with purple light shall shine I will dismisse you both with aid and gold Mean while since friends you 're here these annuals hold A sinne now to neglect and keep our feast Making your selves to friends a welcome guest Then he commands to bring full bowls and meat And plac'd the Trojans on a grassie seat But to a bed a Lyons rough skin grac'd He brought their Prince and in a chair he plac'd The Priest and chosen youth then altars spread With beasts fat entrails serv'd with purest bread And rich wine fill The Trojans and their Chief Feast with rich offerings and huge chines of beef Hunger appeas'd and feasted to the height Evander said On us this solemn rite By superstition nor by ignorance came To be impos'd From dangers sav'd we do Yearly these honours noble guest renew First on that hanging Rock with torne clifts look And far-off scatter'd heaps that house forsook Stands on the hill whose tops such ruines have 'T was there the monster Cacus had his cave And in those vast recesses his dire face Alwayes he hid the sun nere pierc'd that place Steeming with slaughters fresh on his proud dore Pale heads of men hung in their loathsom gore Vulcan the monsters father fire still flies Black from his mouth he of a dreadful size But time brought aid and one of mighty fame For the revenger great Alcides came Proud with the triple Gerions death and spoile The conquerour drove his cattel to this soile His herds possest the vale and rivers side But furious Cacus lest he ought untride Of wickednesse or villany should leave Four stately oxen from their stalls did drive As many well-shap'd heifers these he hales Lest tracts should be discovered by the tailes Into his den and in the dark rock hid Nor any footstep to the cave did lead But when great Hercules remov'd his herd Leaving those grounds and to be gone prepar'd Departing loud they bellow clamour fills The neighbouring woods they mourning leave the hills One cow makes answer and from hidden caves Aloud complains and Cacus hope deceives But here great rage Alcides did provoke He arms and takes a ponderous knotty oke And to the top of the high mountain flies Now first we saw fear Cacus to surprise And his look chang'd he then East-winds more fleet Hastes to his cave for terror wing'd his feet Shuts himself up and down a huge stone flung With broken chains which Vulcans art had hung With steel and the strong gates guards with a bar Soon Herc'les came and raging every where Sought entrance gnashing of his teeth he turns Now here now there thrice whilst with rage he burns Aventine sought thrice did in vain assaile The marble dore as oft rests in the vale A rising sharp rock with torne clifts there was Behind the cave a fit and lofty place Where birds of prey might build this as it stood To the left hand and leaning to the flood He on the right hand shoves and at the last Tears from the root then down it headlong casts At which great crack the lofty skies did thunder Th' aftrighted streams retire banks flie asunder Then the huge cave and Cacus courts appear The dismal caverns all discover'd were As when the ground torn with an earthquake shewes Infernal seats and doth sad realms disclose Hatefull to deities and all hell in sight Then pale ghosts tremble at the sent-in light Now he surpriz'd with unexpected day Shut up in 's cave Alcides did assay With weapons from above all arms he tries And him with trees and mighty milstones plies He when he could not from the danger break Vomits huge smoak and wonderfull to speak Darkens the place with mist blinding the sight And mix'd with fire thickens black shades of night Nor did Alcides hold but in he broke Amidst the flame and rush'd through waving smoke The den with vapour steem'd he Cacus took In darknesse belching fire and in the lock He whirls him round thrown down he on him lies Grasping his throat and squeezing out his eyes The dark house straight with open doors displaid Back were the cattel and base stealth convaid Out by the feet the ugly corps he drew On 's dreadful eyes enough they could not view The monsters hairy breast and horrid brow And fire within his mouth extinguish'd now These rites this day posterity maintain Ere since which first Potitius did ordain And Hercules priests Penarians did seat This altar in these groves which alwayes great Is stil'd by us and great shall still remain Therefore brave Youth in such high praise ordain Boughs for your hair your right hands cups extend Implore the common god wine freely spend Mixt-colour'd
Whilst the sole comfort of my age I thee Dear son infold with strict imbraces here Before a sadder message wound my eare His father these at his last farewell said Whom falne his servants to his court convaid Now through the open gates the horsmen bent Aeneas first with good Achates went Then other Chiefs Pallas amidst the bands In warlike habit and bright arms commands As on the ocean Lucifer reflects Whom Venus before other stars respects Raising his sacred head all darknesse flies The fearful matrons crown the wals their eyes The dusky cloud and glittering band persue The troops through neerest wayes and thickets drew A clamour rose drawn up in rank and file With trampling hoofs they shake the beaten soyle There are large groves neer Coeris frigid wave Sacred of old which hollow mountains have With gloomy firre beset and clos'd with wood The ancient Greeks unto Sylvanus god Of fields and heards this grove and least did grant Who first did in the Latine confines plant Not far from this safely incamped lay Tarchon and Tyrrhens all the army they Saw from a height possesse a spacious plain Here bends Aeneas and his warlike train And weary for themselves and horse provide But Venus through the chrystal sphears did glide Fair goddesse bearing gifts in secret she Her son in winding vales far off did see And thus to him her self discovering said Behold the promis'd gift my husband made Dear son now fear not proud Laurentian spight Nor to encounter Turnus in the fight Venus thus laid having her son imbrac'd Against an oke the shining armour plac'd Proud of so great an honour each where he Roll'd his quick eye nor satisfied could be Trying on severall peeces he admires The dreadful plumed helm ejecting fires And fatal sword bloody habergion Mighty and stiffe with brasse such when the sun Gilds a dark cloud with rayes which far off shine Then his soft greaves gold and Electrum joyne And the rare workmanship on 's spear and shield Which Latian acts and Roman triumphs held Vulcan who well could future things foresee Had grav'd there all Ascanius progenie And wars in order as they have been fought Laid in a verdant cave Mars wolf he wrought Fast on her teats the double off-spring sticks Whom sporting their kind foster-mother licks She bending her smooth neck delights the young By turns and shapes their bodies with her tongue Not far from this Rome and the Sabine dames Rap'd from the Theater and Circensian games Whence to the Romans a new war arose Here he old Tatius and stern Cures shews After those Kings arm'd reconciled stand Before Joves altar goblets in their hand And to confirm the league a swine they slew Not far from thence four horses Metius drew In sunder but thou Alban shouldst have stood Unto thy promise Tullus through the wood The traitors bowels with long dragging tore And dew'd the sprinkled briers with his gore Porsenna next Tarquine to re-inthrone Commands and with strict siege begirt the town Romans for liberty their lives contemn thou 'dst think at once he frown'd and threatned them Because the bridge the valiant Cocles broke And Cleia scap'd from bonds the river took Upon the top of the Tarpeian tower Manlius the Captain stood with all his power The Temple and the Capitol to watch And new built courts rough with Romulean thatch And here the silver goose through ports of gold Flying the Gaules to be in th'entrauce told Gaules through the shrubs did to the towre ascend Whom the dark shade and gloomy night defend Their beards were golden golden was their hair They in branch'd cassocks shine with gold their fair Necks be adorn'd each shook two Alpine spears And for defence a mighty target bears Here dancing Salii naked Luperci With woolly crowns those shields fell from the sky Drawn in soft litters here chaste matrons are Rites bearing through the city Hence not far Hels courts and Pluto's gates he did designe And for crimes tortures and thee Catiline Hung on a rock fearing the furies jawes The blest withdrawn where Cato gives the Lawes The deep seas golden image he ingraves Mongst these but th' azure fom'd with silver waves About the ring bright silver Dolphins glide Brush with their sterns the deep and waves divide Amidst thou mighst behold the brazen fleet The Actian war and all Leucates sweat Ready to charge prepared for the fight Thou mighst have view'd with gold the billows bright With him his Gods the Peers and People came Who standing on the stern a double flame Darts from his brows his fathers star appears Agrippa there with winds heaven favouring steers His squadron up and brings his ensignes on His brows deckt with a naval garland shon Antonius here with strange and differing bands Both from the red sea and the Eastern strands Forces of Egypt and the Bactrians led Th' Egyptian Queen shamelesse him followed At once all charge and with their labouring ores The whole sea fomes plow'd up with thundring prores They take the deep thou wouldst suppose again That floating Cyclades swam upon the main Or mountains did with mighty mountains meet They with such force charge in the towrie fleet Wild-fire they cast swift steel and darts are spread And Neptunes fields grow with fresh slaughter red With Egypts trumpets in the midst the Queen Calls up her fleet approaching snakes not seen The barking Anubis all the monstruous brood Of gods ' gainst Neptune Venus Pallas stood Oppos'd in arms Mars through the battel rav'd From heaven sad furies he in steel ingrav'd And proud of her torne garments Discord goes Bellona with a bloody whip persues His bow Actian Apollo from above These viewing bent all with that terror drove Egyptians Indians and Arabians fly The Queen her self with winds implor'd to ply Her sails appear'd and with loos'd bolings went Her midst the slaughters the Ignipotent Made pale with future death through waves to flie Oppos'd to this did huge-limb'd Nilus lie Spreading his garment calls into his breast To sheltring waves inviting the distrest But to Rome Caesar with three triumphs rode And on our gods immortal vowes bestow'd Him ample fanes three hundred joyful greet And loud applause did ring through every street In all the Temples quires of Dames resound Slain Steers before the altars strew the ground He in bright porches of great Phoebus sits And gifts of nations to proud pillars fits Of conquer'd people a long train proceeds These various all in language arms and weeds Here Vulcan fram'd Africans Nomades Lelegs Cures and dart-arm'd Gelones Euphrates now glides softer and Morine Furthest of Nations double-horned Rhine Daae Araxes who a bridge doth scorn Wondring how Vulcan did the shield adorn And ignorant he glories in the frame Then straight claps on his off-springs fate and fame THE NINTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE ARGUMENT Iris commands bold Turnus to invade The Trojans whilst Aeneas gathers aide He draws the Army forth attempts to burn The fleet which scape
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
drew And thus he said Where 's proud Mizentius now And that fierce courage made him once so bold But he as soon as heaven he did behold And coming to himself recoverd breath Why triumph'st thou proud foe and threatenst death May I not die Therefore I fought with thee Nor made my son such articles for me One thing if vanquisht foes gain suits I crave A burial I know my people have Me in disdain their fury oh prevent And grant my son and me one monument This said his throat receive th' expected blow And on his arms his soul in blood did flow THE ELEVENTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE ARGUMENT Mizentius trophey Pallas funerals Cessation made The King a councel cals Diomed's answer Venulus relates Drances and Turnus loud in hot debates Aeneas gives the City an alarm The King his Councel leaves and Latines arm Camilla's story Troops of horse maintain A doubtfull fight the bold Virago slain The Trojans flying Rutilie persue Turnus inform'd straight from his ambush drew Aeneas takes the passage then march'd down To th' open plain and lies before the town MEan while Aurora from the sea ascends Aeneas although care t'interre his friends The time requir'd much for their death dismaid Early his vows to heaven a conquerour paid A mighty oke depriv'd of bowes he plac d Upon a hill and with bright armour grac d The spoils of King Mizentius to be A trophie mighty God of war to thee His plumes bedewd with blood and broken lance And breast plate twelve times pierc'd he did advance Then to his friends triumphing for a guard They made about him he himself declar'd Most valiant Trojans the great work is done What now remains but that all feare we shun The proud Kings spoils here our first offering stands Mizentius now serves under our commands Next for Latinus walls let us prepare And boldly arm nor doubt the chance of war Lest for their stay any plead ignorance When first the Gods shall please we will advance Our standard and our army forth shall lead Nor for base fear let none excuses plead Mean while let 's beare our friends unto the grave The only honour which the dead can have Go those brave souls with solemn rites attend Whose blood for us hath purchased this land Put first on Pallas mournful obsequies wait And bear him to his fathers woful seat Whom from sweet life a cruel death did call Wanting no valour to sad funerall Weeping he said and to the herse he bends Where old Acetes Pallas corps attends Who when Evanders squire much honour won But not so happy waiting on his son Round him his servants and the Trojans were And Ilian dames sad with dishevel'd hair But when Aeneas enter'd a huge cry Beating their breasts they raise unto the sky And the whole court with loud complaining fild Soon as he had dear Pallas corps beheld And the wide wound upon his lovely breast With many tears his grief he thus exprest Brave youth when better fortune came did she For very spight deprive us straight of thee Lest thou shouldst see our conquest and return Unto thy fathers Court in triumph born I to Evander no such promise made At my departure when with mighty aid He me dismist and fearful did foresh ew We should incounter with a dangerous foe But now perhaps glad hope his mind doth raise And vows he makes with frequent sacrifice Whilst to the dead who 's not indebted now To any God vain honour we allow These are the promis'd triumphs thou shalt see Perform'd by us thy sons sad obsequie Thus I discharge my trust But no base wound Shall by Evander on his corps be found Nor shall he wish his life at honours cost What strength hath Latium and Ascanius lost This said to raise the sad corps he commands And sends a thousand chosen from the bands Who should attend his last solemnitie And with Evanders tears their sorrow Vie And to a mourning father comfort be Though small yet gratefull in great miserie Some busie joyning verdant Arbuts were And deck with oken leaves the stately Bier Then the sad hearse with boughs and branches shade Where on green rushes the brave youth they laid Such the pase Daffadill or Violet Pluck'd by a Virgins hand whose beauty yet And form remains though from the stalk now rent Their mother earth affords no nourishment The Prince two robes of gold and purple brought Which with her own hand beauteous Dido wrought And to Aeneas did present of old And mixt the curious web with purest gold Which for a hearse-cloth on the corps he laid Then with a vail his comely hair did shade And with Laurentian spoils did him adorn Bids what he won in order to be born And horse and arms were taken from the foe Then those to shades a sacrifice must go Quenching the cruell flame with luke-warm blood Their hands behind them bound prepared stood Next bids prime Captains hostile arms to bear And names of slaughter'd foes upon their spear They old Acetes led with grief opprest Tearing his hair beating his wofull breast Who falling down on th' earth extended lay They chariots stain'd with Rutile gore convay Ethon his horse in mourning next took place And weeping with great tears blubber'd his face This bore his lance and that his shining crest For Turnus being Couquerour spoil'd the rest The Trojans follow and the Tyrrhen Peers And sad Arcadians trailing of their spears Next all the mourners march'd in order on Then spake Aeneas with a heavy grone Now we must others mourn in battel fel Dear Pallas now eternally farewel For evermore adieu Nor more he said But to the wals of the high City made When from Latinus some were sent to treat With olive vail'd a breathing space to get That he would please the bodies of the slain Which now in heaps lay scatter'd on the plain They might interre for with the vanquished Should no contention be nor with the dead And those once stil'd his friends he now would spare Their suits which not to be rejected were Aeneas grants and did their fears asswage Sirs what strange fortune forc'd you to engage In such a war and us your friends to shun Seek you a peace for those in fight orethrown I 'de rather grant it unto them remain Nor had I come but that the fates ordain These seats for me nor had with you made war Your King left us for Turnus did declare 'T were fitter Turnus should in single fight Try't out himself if he would put to flight The Trojan bands and give the war an end Let him with me then hand to hand contend And let whom God and 's right hand favour live Go and your haplesse friends due funerals give Aeneas said whilst they stood all amaz'd And with deep silence on each other gaz'd Old Drances then who bore eternal spleen ' Gainst valiant Turnus did at last begin O Trojan great by fame greater by wars How
spear and tide A bow and quiver to the virgins side For golden hair for a long courtly gown A Tygers spoils hung flowing from her crown From her soft hand now childish darts she slings And skilful round her head whirls smooth-thong'd slings Kils a fair Swan or a Strymonian Crane Her many Tyrrhen matrons wish'd in vain For their own sons but to Diana she For ever vow'd unstain'd virginitie And the eternal love of arms did swear Would she had not engag'd in such a war Nor with the Trojans strove who dear to me The number fils of my chast companie But now since she draws nigh a cruel end Glide from high heaven and to Ausonia bend Where a sad fight begins with signs of woe Take thou this vengerul arrow and this bow Who ever with a wound shall violate Her sacred person give with this his fate Let him be Trojan or Italian he In blood shall be accountable to me Her corps unspoil d wrapt in a cloud I le bear And with her royal ancestors interre This said through skies swift Opis thundred loud Borne with a whirlwind in a dusky cloud Mean while to th' wals drew nigh the Trojan force Hetrurian Chiefs and all the troops of horse In order were drawn up through all the plains Proud hories neigh and strive with curbing reins Here there they turn dreadful are th'iron fields With spears the champaign shines with glittering shields Messapus Coras and his brother brings Swift Latines and the maid Camilla's wings Appear against them and far off the bands Shake their proud javelins raising high their hands With threatning points th'advance of men at arms And neithing steeds make dreadful the alarms And now march'd up in distance of their lance They make a stand then with a stout advance Spurring their steeds at once from all sides powre Darts thick as hail heaven darkned with the showre And now Tyrrhenus and Aconteus first Each other charg'd and their huge javelins burst With a loud crack full breast to breast they met As lightning bold Aconteus fell from 's seat Or stone which from some thundring engine flies And leaves his life behind him in the skies The bands are broke and flying Latins cast Their shields behind them and to th' City hast Trojans pursue Asylas follows hot And now draw nigh the gates the Latins shout And turn their ready horse then through the Plains The Trojans flie and slack their curbing reins As when the sea mov'd with alternate tydes Hasts to the shore o're rocks now proudly rides A foming wave a swelling billow beats ' Gainst highest bancks then swift again retreats Loose stones with him in much disorder sweeps And shores forsaking sinks into the deeps Twice Tuscans drive the Rutiles from the fields And twice they save their flying backs with shields But the third time they charg'd with all their might Break through and through and man to man they fight Then dying grones then in a crimson sea Helms Shields and slaughter'd men commixed be And over all were half dead horses rowl'd And a most cruell fight you might behold Orsylocus cast at Remulus horse a spear Who durst not meet and fix'd beneath his ear The horse then rag'd vex't with the grievous wound And rising cast his rider to the ground Great sould Iola Catillus orethrew And huge in arms and size Herminius slew His head and shoulders naked golden hair He wore for arms nor so did danger fear Through his broad shoulders the swift javelin flew And in his body did it self imbrue The fields wax red such funerals they bequeath Seeking by wounds an honourable death But midst these slaughters th' Amazon delights Quiver'd Camilla one breast sear'd for fights Now thick she javelins casts and now she takes In her strong hand a mighty battel axe Her golden bow Dianas armes resound Hanging behind if flying she gave ground At any time as much she gal'd the foe With deadly shafts from her reversed bow Larina Tulla and Tarpeia were Her chosen guard who brazen axes bear Italian maids the bold Camilla these Chose to attend on her in war or peace So arm'd the Thracian Amazons come on Warring about the streams of Thermidon Such guard Hyppolyte or with martial pride About Penthisilea's chariot ride Then female shouts resound through all the fields And virgin troups triumph with crescent shields Whom first or last didst thou orethrow bold maid How many in the earth by thee lay dead Eumenius Clytius off-spring first she slew And his bare bosome with a spear thrust through Casting a stream of blood the purple ground Dying he bites and turns upon his wound Then Lyris Pegasus one his horse being slain As stooping down to recollect his reine Th' other whilst he stretch'd his hand to aid Tumbles with him slain by the valiant maid Amastrus next was by her lance orethrown Tereas Harpalicus Chromis Demophon As many javelins as the Virgin threw So many valiant Phrygians she slew Ornitus in strange arms far of she spide The hunter rode on an Apulian Steed O're his huge shoulders a bull-hide was cast And gaping with huge jaws upon his crest With silver teeth a Wolfs head he did bear His hand was arm'd with a rough knotty spear Amidst the battell he a squadron lead And wheeling taller shews by all the head Him and 't was easie whilst he turn d she laid Dead on the ground and like a foe thus said Thought'st thou in woods wild beasts thou didst pursue The time draws nigh when female arms shall you Better inform and this great honour bear Thy Fathers ghost thov felst b'a Virgins speare Orsilochus and Butes men of might Next fell by her strong Butes she did smite Betwixt his Cask and Maile through the neck bone Whilst his left hand hung with his larget downe Orsilochus did with a large turne delude Then wheeling the persewer she priued Raising her selfe high with her mighty Ax His Cask and Scull whilst he for quarter speaks She cleaves at once his braines on 's face did run Struck at this sight was Aunus valiant son In Aponine bred who whilst the fates gave leave Was not the worst Lygnrian to deceive He when to shun the fight no way was seen Not knowing how t' escape the following Queen Tride what his art could do and thus began What â—ame is' t that a woman charge a man And worst him better mounted darst thou fight With me on foot if so then quickly light And know to whom vain glory grants the fame Straight the bold maid whom anger did inflame Gives to the next her horse and in the field Stands with a naked sword and silver shield But the young man thinking his Plot had took Swift as the winds the place and her forsook And his reins turning his swift courser rides Dying his rowels in his bloody sides Then spoke the Queen puft up with pride in vain Conceiv'st thou thus to ' scape from me again Tricks shall not thee to
thy false father bear This said on foot she cuts the yielding aire Out-strips his horse and straight his reins did seise Then with his blood her anger did appease As easie from a rock a Falcon flies After a dove soaring in lofty skies And trussing up doth in his pounces bear Then blood and plumes fall scatter'd through the air Whilst the great sire of men and deities Regardlesse view'd not this from starry skies But stirs up Tyrrhen Tarchon to ingage In cruell fight and urg'd with no small rage ' Mongst slaughter he and slaughtring squadrons rides And by their names his souldiers cheers and chides And those which shrunck to turn again commands And said whence is this fear base Tyrrhen bands What breeds this terror shall a woman beat Our stragling troups and our whole power defeat For what these arms why march you with vain spears You 'r bold at Venus and nocturnall wars Or when for Bacchus sports loud cornets sound Or boards with banquets and full goblins crown'd Th'is all your care and when the Priest approves Entrals and offrings call to sacred groves This said amongst the thick'st he spurs his horse And from his Steed puls Venulus by force And desperate raging grasping of the foe Carries away laid on his Saddle bow Showts heaven ascend the fact the Latins view But through the plaines the fiery Tarchon flew Bearing both armes and man his javelins point Breaks of then in his armes he seeks a joynt To give the deadly wound he strong his hands Keeps from his throat and strength with strength withstands So with a Serpent a swift eagle flies Wreathd in her feet and tallons through the skies The wounded Snake winding himself defends Brisling his scales a hssing tongue extends She with her beake and pounces tears and eats And the soft Ayre with spreading pinions beats Triumphing so bold Tarchon did convey From the Tyburtine troupes the wofull prey Their chiefs example and successe inlarg'd The â—useane courage that againe they charg'd When subtil Arun's one condemnd by fate Did with much cunning on Camilla waight And to dispatch her safest meanes he tride Where ere the Virgin through the troupes did ride Thether by stealth his speedie course he makes Now this way he attempts now that way takes And round about her â—archeth every where Then cruell shakes at her his deadly Speare Chloreus Cybeles priest did then by chance Shining far of in Phrygian armes advance And rid a â—oming Steed whom skins infold Plume wise commixd with orazen Scales and gold In Tyrian purple oravely he did shew And Cretan shafts sent from a Lycian bow Which golden hung at 's back golden his crest His swolne traine rustled and his Scarlet Vest With burnish'd gold drawn in a knot he ties His Coate was wrought rich cuishes on his thighes The Queen that she the Temple might adorne With Trojan Armes or would her selfe have worne The golden spoyle this man of all the foes She singles out t' incounter him she goes And carelesse through whole squadrons made her way Inflam'd with female love spoyle and prey Taking th occasion Arune threw his speare And to the powers above thus made his Prayer Phaebus who swayst Soracte best of Gods Whom first we'adore to whom we burn whole loads Of scorching pines and then passe through the fire With much devotion grant almighty Sire That our Armes may abolish this disgrace Nor I desire the Virgins spoyles to place A Trophy nor at any prey I ayme My other actions shall preserve my name That I may give this Plague her deadly wound Then pleas'd I will return home unrenown'd Apollo heard and partly grants his prayer The other part flyes with the fleeting ayre He grants by him Camilla should be slaine But not to see his native Land againe That the swift winds did carry from his eare Then through the clowds resounds the flying speare The squadrons look about and all begin To cast their eyes upon the Volscean Queene But she did nothing the great sound regard Nor coming through the skie the Lance she heard Till in her naked breast the Javlin stood And thirstie takes a draught of virgins blood Trembling with feare her Ladies all rush in To keepe supported up the falling Queene But Aruns frighted did not now forbeare Basely to fly his joy commixd with feare Nor longer now would trust unto his Lance Nor durst against the Virgins speare advance And as a Woolf when he some shepheard kils Or mighty steere flyes to the lofty hils Before that hostile weapons him distresse And conscious of so bold a wickednesse Cowring betwixt his legs his tayle he casts And struck with terrour to the Forrest hasts So from their eyes affrighted Aruns bends Hasting his flight and mingles with his friends To pull the savlin out she dying tryde But fast the steele sticks in her wounded side Pale she sincks down and cold death seales her eyes And from her cheeks her rosie colour flies Breathing her last to Acca then she spake One most she love'd who alwayes did partake Her cares and councels the most trustie maid Attended her and thus she groaning said Sister I once had strength but now I fall By a sad wound and darknesse covers all To Turnus hast and these my last words tell That he fall on the Trojans to repell Adieu This said no more her reines she guides And though unwilling to the ground she slides Then by degrees benum'd with cold she dies Her yeelding neck now bends her head now lies Prisoner to death leaving her arms diseas'd And life to shades flies with a groane displeas'd The golden stars then mighty clammors smite Camilla slaine afresh begins the fight And a hot charge with all the Trojan force The Tyrrhen Captains and th' Arcadian horse But Opis sent by Trivia undismaid Plac'd on a rising hill the fight survaid ' Mongst cries of raging youth as far of she Camilla punish'd by sad death did see She sigh'd and weeping said ah Virgin such A punishment for thee was too too much Because thou Trojans boldly hast assaild Nor hath Diana's service thee avail'd Or quiver at thy shoulders to have borne Nor will thy Queene forsake thee this a scorne In death nor shalt thou without honour die Nor unreveng'd through earth thy fame shall flye For who slew thee redeserv'd death shall come Under the hill did stand a mighty Tombe For th' ancient Latine King Dercennus made Which high with earth an aged â—â—ke did shade Hither the beauteous Goddesse swiftly flies And Aruns from the Sepulchre espies As him in bright armes swoln with pride she saw Why said she dost thou shun us hither draw Come and Camilla's Legacie receive Diana's shafts shall thee of life bereave The Thracian from her golden quiver drew An Arrow and inraged bends her bow And so much strength to draw the tree she set Untill the crooked ends together met To th iron head her left hand she did bring Her right
unto her bosome brought the string Aruns at once did heare the aire resound And in his breast the feather'd weapon round He now expiring as he groaning sends His last breath forth neglected by his friends In dust of forraign fields forsaken lies And winged Opis mounts unto the skies Their Lady slain Camilla's troops first fled Rutilians next Atinas followed The officers desert their souldiers all Now fly and swift ran to the cities wall Nor any could the Trojan charge withstand By arms or strength death bearing in their hand Their bowes unbent hung at their weary backs And iron-hoof'd steeds the ground beneath them shakes Then black and troubled clouds of dust appear Darkning the sun and to the walls drew near Beating their breasts the matrons female cries Send from the towres and clamours raise to skies Who first through open gates did entrance make In the foes troup with them commixed brake Nor could the wretches woful death avoid But are at home just at their dores destroid And under their own battlements their fates Receive by steel when others shut the gates And durst not open to receive within Their calling friends sad slaughters now begin Of those the passe kept and maintain'd the fight Some shut out in their weeping parents sight Into the trench are tumbled headlong down Others with loose reins desperately ride on And tilt against the gates and massie bars The matrons in such danger of the wars Mov'd with Camilla and their countries love Logs blocks and stones do tumble from above And these in stead of better weapons use To save their country death they not refuse Turnus mean while sad news heard in the groves And him with mighty sorrow Acca moves Volsceans were scattered and Camilla slain Favour'd by Mars they did the battell gain Who now pursue and drove them to the gates For so had Jove decreed and cruell fates He from the hils then rose with fury struck And the rough groves and dangerous passe forsook Scarce out of sight into the Plains he drew But Prince Aeneas marching he might view Down to the open Champaign and at last The danger of the hill and forrest past So both now march'd unto the Royal seat Nor was the distance 'twixt the armies great At once from far Aeneas view'd the lands Smoking with dust and the Laurentian bands And Turnus fierce in arms Aeneas saw Heard his horse neigh and squadrons neerer draw Straight they in fight had joyn'd and battell gave Had not bright Phoebus in the Western wave Wash'd his tir'd Steeds night vanquishing the day Intrench'd before the town both Armies lay THE TWELFTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE ARGUMENT Turnus resolv'd by fight to end the wars Straight challengeth Aeneas he prepares To meet The Timâ— and Place appointed both To observe articles take a solemn Oath Iuturna sent th'agreement to disturbe Nor could the Trojan Prince his Army curbe Aeneas hurt Turnus incourag'd then Enters the fight and slaughters many men Venus her off-spring cures Inrag'd he goes To seek bold Turnus amongst thickest foes But missing him attempts the Town to gain Amata's wofull death and Turnus stain WHen Turnus saw the valiant Latins tir'd With bad successe his promise now requir'd Himself now look'd upon he rages more And courage takes As on the Lybian shore A wounded Lyon by the Hunters chac'd Bold makes a stand and chargeth them at last Breaking the spear he shakes his curled main And roaring doth with bloody mouth complain Such rage as this inflames bold Turnus breast Who thus to th' King his troubled mind exprest There shall be no delay in Turnus sword Will the perfidions Trojans keep their word And stand to their ingagement I will fight Perform great King for leagues the sacred rite Either this Asian fugitive by me Shall perish let the Latins sit and see And I this common mischief shall destroy Or he victorious over me injoy The fair Lavinia for his Royall bride To whom the King undiscompos'd repli'de Most valiant Prince the more thy vertues be So much more carefull it behoveth me Councel to take and weigh each chance with care Thine Daunus realms and many cities are By wars successe and thy great valour thine By wealth and power I have enough for mine In Latium other Virgins may be found Who for their high extraction are renown'd Let me unfold these sayings which are hard Without formalities and my words regard That I to no Italian Prince should wed My daughter men and gods all prophes'ed Took with thy love with thy alliance took And with my sad wives tears all bonds I broke The promis'd bride detain'd took impious arms Since you have seen what miseries wars what harms Insu'd and thy own danger we orethrown In two great battels scarce defend the town And swolne with Latin blood yet Tyber boyls Our bones make white the fields in mighty piles How is our mind with various counsels tost What weaknesse changeth it were Turnus lost I should make peace why rather then all strife Remove not I and yet preserve thy life What will thy own Rutilians think what may The other Princes of Ausonia say If heaven forbid it I should ruine thee Seeking our daughter and affinitie View wars events and thy old father spare Who now at home for thee lies plung'd in care But words could nothing Turnus wrath asswage The medicine makes him worse and more to rage Soon as he could thus he began to say What care you take for me great Prince I pray For me lay by sire is sold cheap for fame Nor we dear father feeble javelins aim And from those wounds I deal blood will appear Nor shall his goddesse mother then be near Him flying with a femall cloud to save Nor with vain shadows shall our eyes deceive But the Queen weeping with wars chance dismai'd Orewhelmed with grief thus did her son disswade Dear Turnus by these tears if any love Of sad Amata thy kind bosome move Thou my sole comfort and my ages prop Who art our glory and our Kingdoms hope On whom our falling house doth only rest O challenge not the Dardan I request Whatever chance attends thee in that fight I must bear part and shall this hated light Forsake at once nor captive will I see That fugitive my son in law to be Lavinia heard her mothers speech whilst tears Drown'd her fair cheeks on which a blush appears Like new born flame and o're clear beauty flowes So Indian-ivory stain'd with crimson shews Or lilies amongst Province-roses plac'd So sweet a colour the bright virgin grac'd When mov'd with love Turnus beheld the maid And more incens'd thus to Amata said My dearest mother follow not with tears So sad an omen him who now prepares For strife of cruell Mars the fatall houre Of death to stay is not in Turnus power Idmon our Herald go this message bear Not pleasing to the Phrygian Princes care Soon as the blushing chariot of the morn With roses shall days
valiant in she goes Amidst the bands and thus strange rumour sowes For all these forces is it not a shame One man t' expose what have we not the same Number and strength Behold before us stand Trojans Arcadians and the fatal band Those fierce Hetrurians who hate Turnus so We 're two for one if we should charge the foe He rais'd by fame shall with the gods survive T'whom he 's devoted and for ever live Our countrey lost we must proud lords obey Who now sit still and help to him deny Thus being incens'd the murmur louder grew And more and more now through the army flew Latines Laurentians who did late suppose An end of war and rest from former woes Are all for arms the peace they much detest And Turnus fortune doth their minds molest To these another did Juturna joyn Which mov'd far more from heaven she gave a signe Then which could nothing more their souls inrage Or sooner make th' Italians to ingage For Joves fair bird cutting the arched skies As at a loud-wing'd troop of fowl he slies Then stooping down he from the water bears A silver swan trust in his hooked fears Th' Italians courage raise for the whole flight With loud cries face about a wondrous sight They cloud the heaven with wings and through the sky In a full body charge the enemy Vanquish'd by force tyr'd with his load he threw His prey i' th' stream and to the clouds withdrew The omen then Rutilians did salute And arms prepared with a mighty shout And first the Augur bold Tolumnius said For this with vowes so often I have praid You gods I take your signe and led by me Now draw vour swords out valiant Rutilie Those whom this stranger did with war infest As harmlesse fowl and hath their realms opprest Shall drive him hence and force him to the main Then with one mind array your selves again And save your King in danger to be lost This said his spear against the foe he cast The well-aim'd javelin sounding cuts the skies At once huge shouts at once the squadrons rise Desire of tumult now inflames their blood But the sent spear where nine bold brethren stood Which by a Tyrrhen dame true to his bed Were to Gilipus an Arcadian bred One in the midst where his rich belt did sit Close to his side just where the button knit As the brave youth in shining arms did stand Went through his ribs and stretch'd him on the sand But the bold brothers in a body make And stir'd with rage some draw their swords some take Their spears in haste and mad advance a band Of Laurentines draw forth these to withstand Trojans Arcadians Agelinians move To try it out with steel they all approve Altars are spoil'd and storms of javelins poure And from the sky descends an iron shoure They seize the cups and hearths Latinus flies The peace being broke with injur'd deities Some mount their horses others straight prepare Their chariors and with dtawn swords ready are Messapus at this peace much discontent Did charge a King in royal ornament Tyrrhen Aulestes who as he withdrew Backward himself on th' alter overthrew On 's head and shoulder pitch'd but with his lance Messapus fiercely did to him advance And whilst he quarter cry'd with his huge speare Slew as he sate above then said Lie there To the great gods a better sacrifice Th' Italians rush and spoile him ere he dies Chorineus from the altar snatcht a brand With which Ebusus charging boldly gain'd A blow on 's face that set his beard on fire Which burning smelt he as he did retire With his left hand persuing of his blow Did seize the hair of his amazed foe And wrastling with him brought him to the ground Then with his stiffe sword gave the deadly wound Podalirius the shepherd Alsus slew As 'fore the squadrons and first ranks he flew And following with a drawn sword overtakes But his deaths wound bequeath'd him with an axe The mighty blow clove to the chin his head And all his arms with blood besprinkeled A hard and iron sleep closeth his sight And seal'd his eyes up in eternal night But prince Aeneas naked hands extends His head yet bare and calls aloud his friends Where rush you thus what sudden rage is this O stay your wrath the peace concluded is All are agreed t is I must end this war Let me then fight and lay aside your fear A lasting peace I with this hand shall bind These offerings me and Turnus have design'd Whilst these he said behold with mighty sound A winged arrow gave the King a wound By what hand shot or whirlwind sent unknown What god or chance did Rutils so renown But Turnus when he saw Aeneas turn His Captains troubled straight with hope did burn Calls for his steeds then arms and from the plains Leaps in his chariot and strait takes his reins And many valiant souldier overthrowes And ore them dying with his horses goes Or with his chariot wheels whole squadrons tears And at them flying casts their taken spears So near cold Hebrus bloody Mars proceeds Whilst his shield rattles to his fiery steeds Giving the reins then winds they fly more fleet And farthest Thrace grones with their thundering feet With him pale fear and cruel anger rode And treachery accompanies the god Fierce Turnus so his horse drives through the plain Smoking with sweat insulting ore the slain From their swift heels a sanguine dew he spreads And sand with streams of blood commixed treads And now he Sthenelus Thamaris Polus slew These hand to hand him afar off orethrew Glaucus and Lades both in Lycia born Whom Imbrasus their father did adorn With arms of equal proof either to fight Or mounted to outstrip the winds in flight In th' other wing Eumedes fierce came on With new supplies old Dolons warlike son His grandsires name and fathers strength he had Who in times past when he a spy was made To view the Grecian camp bold for his hire Achilles horse and chariot did require For this Tydides gave him other pay Nor bore he ere Pelides steeds a way As afar off bold Turnus him did view Through th'ample sky at him his javelin threw Then stops his horse and from his chariot leaps Whom falling down half dead on 's neck he steps Puls his sword from him and the shining blade He colour'd in his throat and thus he said Trojan behold that land rhou striv'st to gain And stretch'd out thus measure th' Hesperian plain To those dare fight with us we alwayes yield Rewards like these and thus they cities build Next Butes with his spear He overthrew Bold Cloris Sabiris and Dares slew Thersilocus Thymetes next did speed As he was tumbling from his warlike steed And as Edonian Boreas when aloud He thunders raging on th' Aegean flood To shore the bïllows follow through the sky Which way winds blow the fleeting clouds do fly So Turnus wheresoere he way
charge and sterne Onytes too Of th' Echion name whom dame Peridia bore Brother from Lycia sent and Phoebus shore And young Menaetes who in vain denide To go to wars neer fishy Lernas side He had his craft and house wealth was unknown Whose father â—il'd a countrey not his own As fires are kindled in contrary ways Amongst dry woods and sprigs of crackling bays Or when with rapid course from mountains steep Sound foamy streams and hurry to the deep And both alike make devastations large So stout Aeneas and bold Turnus charge Their rage now boyls and breasts unconquer'd bleed With their whole strength to slaughter they proceed Muranus here boasting the antient name Of Grandsires who from Latine Princes came He with a stone orethrew and on the Plains Measur'd his length whom falne and lost his reins The wheels ran ore thick blows swift heels afford Of horses now unmindfull of their lord Turnus meets Ilus mainly raging now And casts his javelin at his golden brow Quite through the helme it fixed in his brain Nor could thy valour thee protection gain Bold Graecian Creteus from fierce Turnus ods Nor from Aeneas charge could his own Gods Cupentus save his breast to th sword must yield Nor to the wretch avail'd his brazen shield Thee Aeolus Laurentian fields saw dead And the large Champaigne thy broad shoulders spread Whom not the Argive squadrons could destroy Nor sterne Achilles who subverted Troy Here was thy place for death from Ida come Laurentian fields thy body must intombe Latins and Trojans now are all ingag'd Mnestheus Serestus and Messapus rag'd Well mounted on bravely Asylas brings Up Tuscane bands and the Arcadian wings They battell joyne and strive with all their might No reserve left there was a cruell fight The most fair mother of Aeneas here Puts in his mind to th'wals he should draw neer And straight with 's Army to the city go Which sudden should the Latins overthrow He as he Turnus sought through all the bands Bending each way saw how Laurentum stands From so much troubles safe in quiet rest A shape of greater war inflames his breast Mnestheus Sergestus and Serestus stout Plac'd on a mount he cals where round about Trojans might flock nor shields or spears they laid Aside whilst thus from rising ground he said What I command obey this Jove decrees Nor slow move for the suddain enterprise This town and city cause of all this war Unlesse they yield and say they vanquish'd are I will destroy and levell with the ground Their smoking spires till Turnus will be found Must I expect whilst he is pleas'd to fight Vanquish'd again must I attending wait Of all our woes this is the head and spring Sue then for peace with slames and fire-bands bring This said they cheerfull into order fall And in a body draw unto the wall Straight scaling ladders were and fire prepar'd Some to the gates advance and kill the guard Others all heaven with shafts and javelins cloud Aeneas first raising his hand allowd Latinus blames cals heaven to witnes then He is compel'd to take up arms agen They by hostility Peace had broken twice Then ' mongst the People factious stirs arise Some for the Trojans bid open the gate And that they should march through the city straight And to the out-works they their King do call Others bring arms and will defend the wall As when a swaine finds in a hollow rock A swarme of bees and fils the place with smoke Disturb'd they flie about their waxen seat And with a mighty noise their anger whet Smoke scales their roofs within sad murmurs rise And pitchy fumes advance unto the skies When to the fainting Latins chanc'd a woe Which the whole city did with grief oreflow As the Queen saw the foe draw neer the wall The gates beset fire on the roofs to fall Nor Turnus nigh the city to maintain Hopelesse she thought in fight the Prince was slain Struck dead with woe I am the cause she cries I I the spring of all these miseries Thus raving she her bitter grief exprest And desperate she rends her purple vest Then on a beam a knot for base death knit Soon as the wofull Latins heard of it But first Lavinia tore her golden hair And rosie cheeks they all in uprore were And the whole palace rung with dismall cries Hence the sad fame through the whole city flies Their hearts now fail'd amaz'd Latinus went And regal weeds at his wives fortune rent Then for his ruin'd town opprest with woes Foul dust upon his silver hair he throwes Himself much blaming cause he did refuse And for his son did not Aeneas chuse Mean while the warriour Turnus did a few Poor straglers to the farthest plains pursue And by degrees now slower and slower he rides And lesse and lesse in his swift horses prides Hither to him the wind strange terror bears With clamours mix'd and to his listning ears The cities confus'd noise and cries had blown Ah what misfortune now disturbs the town Why from Laurentum come such sounds This said Distracted in his mind a while he staid His sister who Metiscus shape had got His charioteer and drove his chariot To him then spake The Trojans there pursue Where victory opens now a way to you Others there are that will defend the town Aeneas drives th' Italians up and down Thundring in arms let us like slaughters make Amongst the Trojans nor the field forsake Since thou in strength and valour equal art Then Turnus said Sister long since I knew thee when by charms Thou brok'st the league and tookst thy selt up arms Now Goddesse thou deceiv'st in vain but who From heaven to suffer thus commanded you Cam'st thou to see thy brothers cruel death What safety else can fortune now bequeath Did not these eyes behold Muranus when He call'd to me aloud and call'd agen Then whom to me alas was dearer none The brave man fell by a great wound orethrown And haplesse Vfens dy'd lest he should see Our foul disgrace his arms and body be The Trojans prize Shall I here tamely stay Till they destroy the town Is that the way Nor shall this arm Drances confute shall I Retreat and shall this land see Turnus fly Is death so hard You spirits that dwell below Oh send me aid since heaven's declar'd my foe To you my spotlesle soul not knowing t' offend Worthy my predecessors shall descend Scarce said when Sages through the foe did come His horse behold all over in a fome In 's head an arrow sticking post he came Requiring aid of Turnus by his name Great Prince in thee is our last hopes allow Some aid to us Aeneas thunders now In arms about our gates and threatens he Will now destroy the towres of Italie And ready with destruction fire-brands flie About the roofs The Latines fix their eye Only on thee all 's lost if thou not aid Nor will Latinus longer be delaid Whom to call son
or with which side t' agree Besides the Queen most faithful still to thee Is dead and frighted with her own sad fates Hath made her self away only the gates Are by Messapus and Atinas man'd Round these on every side thick squadrons stand An iron crop glisters with swords and shields Whilst thou dost drive here in forsaken fields Turnus amaz'd with various objects stood Silent a while great shame then boyls his blood Grief with distraction mix'd and love did call Stir'd up by rage and losse of honour all Soon as his mind he recollected had The walls much griev'd with burning eyes survaid And the great town did from the wheels behold When he might see amongst the bulwarks roll'd And the dry timber up a mighty flame With smoke towards heaven then to a towre it came Wrought with huge beams which he himself had made And had with wheels and lofty arches laid Fate calls now sister there is no delay What God and hard chance bids we must obey I 'le meet Aeneas deaths worst forme I le face Nor longer shalt thou see my great disgrace Grant ere the fight I may to fury yield This said from 's chariot leaps into the field And rush'd through foes his sister sad forsakes And swift he through the middle squadron makes As a huge stone drove by a tempests power From a hills top or carried by a shower Or sliding years which time hath freed from thence The mighty rock roll'd down with violence Bounds from the earth and tumbling headlong then With it sweeps woods and flocks whole herds and men So through the broken squadrons Turnus goes To th' city walls and where the sad earth flowes With streams of blood where javelins cloud the skies Waving his hand with a loud voice he cries No more in fight Rutilians Latines joyn What ere the fortune is it must be mine I with my sword firm peace shall make This said They all retreat and a fair space they made But when Aeneas heard of Turnus name Straight from the walls and lofty towrs he came And breaks off all delayes quits all designs And joyfull now in thundring arms he shines So mighty Ahos or tall E rix shew Or antient Apenninus when with snow Above the stars his lofty head is crown'd And doth with tempest beaten okes resound Rutilians Trojans and th' Italians all Who did maintain and those who storm'd the wall Fix'd there their eyes and from the fight withdraw Latinus was amazed when he saw Such mighty men born in far distant land Resolv'd to try it out now hand to hand Soon as the field with open lists appears With a swift course far off they cast their spears They charge then with their targets and the ground Doth with a grone return the brazen sound Then with their swords blow after blow lay on Fortune and valour are conjoyn'd in one So in great Syla or Taburnus height Two bulls with horns begin a cruel fight Their frighted Lords retreit the cattel stand Silent with fear who shall the steers command Whom the whole herd shall follow whilst the foes Gore one another dealing cruel blowes In streams of blood their necks and shoulders dround And with their bellowing all the woods resound So with their shields they at each other flie Whilst mighty fragor sills the ample skie With equall beame Jove holds the ballances And in each scale the various fate he layes Of both the Princes who shall honour have And whom deaths weight shall sink down to the grave Here Turnus did his arm and sword advance Then makes a blow suspecting no mischance A shout the Trojans and the Latines made Both sides are rais'd but the perfidious blade Breaks in the stroke and on the earth it lies Flight now must aid more swift then winds he flies When a strange hilt he in his hand did find Fame is when he did mount his horses joy'nd In the first fight and was for battell hot He seiz'd Metiscus sword his own forgot And that serv'd long while stragling Trojans fled But when it came to arms by Vulean made The mortal sword like ice broke in his hand The peeces shining on the yellow sand Therefore amaz'd he flies through th' open plain Now here now there and wheels about again For each side Trojans with a guard surround There did a fen there lofty bulwarks bound Nor slower Aeneas after him though he Sometimes complained of his wounded knee And swiftly at the heels he follows him As when a Deer inclosed with some stream Or struck with terror when the arrow sounds The hantsman neer with a full crie of hounds But he a thousand waves tries for escapes Frighted with nets and banks Fierce Vmber gapes Ready to sene and now so nigh doth get He bites but cozen'd with an empty bit Then clamours rise the banks and lakes reply And all the heavens thunder with the cry He flying then upbraids Rutilian bands Cals each by name and his own sword demands Aeneas threatens death to any one Dares give him aid and to destroy the town This vows to do at which they shake dismaid Too and agen they full five courses had For no meane prize they strove or sporting strife But they for blood contend and Turnus life Sacred to Faunus here an Olive stood On which those scap'd the danger of the flood To the Larentian God did pay their vowes And promis'd vests hang on the sacred boughes Trojans without respect cut down this tree That a cleare list might for the Champions be Here stuck Aeneas speare with violence cast And in the yielding root was fixed fast The Dardan puls that he with this the foe Might overtake because he was too slow Then Turnus frighted prayes O Faunus heare And pity and dear earth detain the speare If alwaies I your honours have maintain'd Which now with war the Trojans have prophan'd Nor with vain vowes he call'd the deities ayd For whilst Aeneas strugling was delaid In the soft stump nor could the root constraine Juturna in Metiscus form again Runs in and helps her brother to his sword Venus with furie at the bold nymph stird Then comes and from the deep root puls the lance Now brave in armes and chear'd they both advance This to his sword that trusting to his speare And for the strife of panting Mars prepare Mean while heav'ns mighty King to Juno said As from a bright cloud they the fight survaid What now remains deare wife when ends our ods Aeneas thou knowst must sit amongst the Gods And Fates to him have starry seats alow'd What plot thus stays thee in a gloomy cloud What! shall a mortall wound a God or thou For to Juturna thy power did allow To bring the sword for Daunus sons defence To give fresh courage to the vanquish'd Prince Give ore at last to our intreaties bend Nor let such eating grief thee silent spend Nor with such care so often trouble me Time was when thou couldst vex by
Land and Sea The Trojan race and kindle cruel warres Houses destroy and Hymen mix with jars More I forbid t' attempt such things Jove spoke When Juno said with a submissive look Because great Jove thy mind to me was known Unwilling I have Turnus left alone Nor shouldst thou see me solitarie sit In a cold cloud and suffer things unfit But girt with flames our squadrons to excite And draw the Trojans to unhappy fight I must confesse pittying I did perswade Woefull Juturna to her brothers ayde And greater things I for his life would doe But not to use a dart or bend a bow This by th'inexorable Stygian floods I sweare that only oath which tyes the Gods And now I goe and leave the wofull fight But one thing I request which yet no right Or Fate denies for th' Majestie of thine When with blest Hymen they shall leagues conjoyne And may it be and Lawes of peace proclaime Let not the Latins change their antient name Nor let them be call'd Trojans I beseech Nor yet to change their habit nor their speech Let it be Latium and for ever be The Alban fathers in great Italie Let Romans by their valour conquer all T'roy's tain and with her let the name now fall The king of men and Gods then smiling says Thou art Joves sister Saturns second race Why in thy breast rowlst thou such floods of rage Lay by that spleen so vainly did ingage I am o'recome and thou thy sute shalt gain They shall their customes and their speech retain And keep their ancient name The Trojan race Mix'd with so great a body shall give place I le adde their sacred rites and I shall make Latins and Trojans both one tongue to speak A race mix'd from th' Ausonians thou shalt see Excelling men and gods in pietie Nor any nation more in war or peace Shall hononr thee These words did Juno please And satisfide her mind being chang'd she flies From the dark cloud and leaves the troubled skies This done Jove with himself contrives to call Iuturna from her haplesse brothers fall Two hellish hags there be the Dirae height Which to Megaera were by dismall Night Born at a birth and arm'd with serpents stings Who gave them power to use resounding wings These at Ioves throne and cruell court appear These stir in mortals jealousie and feare When the Gods king sicknesse and death prepares Or wicked cities terrifies with wars Iove one of these sending from heaven injoyns To meet Iuturna with ill boading signes She to the earth in a swift whirlwind flies So glides a Parthian arrow through the skies With poison arm'd or by Sydonian art Sounding through th' aire with deadly bane a dart Unknown it comes swift through the gloomy shade So hasts Nights daughter and to earth she made After she saw the Trojans and did looke On Turnus bands a small birds form she took Which or on tombs or roofs forsaken hants And late in shady night her sorrow chants Thus chang'd the hag at Turnus face did charge And with her flapping wings she beats his targe Here sudden numbnesse seis'd his limbs with fear Amaz'd struck dumb erected was his hair But afar off as neer the Dirae drew Her sounding wings woful Juturna knew Tearing her flowing hair her face infests With her own nails and beats her panting breasts How can thy sister Turnus aid thee now Or what is left for me poor wretch to do How shall I save thy life which way shall I Oppose my self against this prodigie Fright me no more foul hag now I shall go The sounding of your deadly wings I know Nor proud commands of Jove deceived me And this he gives for my virginitie Why did he me immortal make and why Took he from me the happinesse to die Then I might give a period to this woe And to the shades with my dear brother go But I immortal am yet wanting thee Nothing that 's mine shall pleasant be to me That earth would gape and swallow me that now A Goddesse might descend to shades below This said her head with a green vail she hides And with a groan beneath the river glides Aeneas stands and a huge javelin shooke A mighty tree and like a foe thus spoke What stayes thee now OTurnus t is not flight Must end our quarrell but a cruel fight Transforme thy selfe into all shapes and try What ere thou canst by strength or art apply Desire with wings to the high stars to glide And in earths hollow wombe thy selfe to hide Shaking his head thy proud threats feare not me The Gods he said Jove is my enemie Thus having said a ponderous stone he found An ancient mighty one which for a bound By chance just on the neighbouring limits lay And for the meers all strife did take away Scarce twice six men this to their necks could reare Such men as now the earth grown old doth beare The Heroe running with huge strength did throw Raising himselfe this stone against the foe Nor himselfe running nor yet going knew Or lifting how his hand the huge-stone threw His knees did tremble and a cold blood flowes Through all his nerves the stone with violence goes Through empty aire but it fell short nor went Half way to give the blow where it was sent As when in quiet night sleepe seiles our eye In vain we seeme some earnest flight to trie But in the midst we faint our voice doth faile Nor speech nor words nor our known strength prevaile So Turnus what so ere his valour tries Successe the cruel Goddesse him denies Troubled the Town and Rutils struck with feare Standing he view'd and trembles at the speare Where shall he fly how scape the enemie No Chariot no Juturna can he see Aeneas aiming did himselfe advance And at him maz'd he throwes his fatall lance A stone shot from a batterer not so loud Thunder'd or lightning from a broken cloud Like a black whirlwind he the javelin threw Bearing sad death which through his armour flew And through seven foldings of his shield it past And sounding in his groyn it fix'd at last The mighty Turnus wounded sinks upon His double knee Rutilians gave a grone And all the hils the voyce re-ecchoe round And the tall groves reply the mournfuil sound He suppliant then did hands and eyes advance And said I have deserv'd it use thy chance But hast thou sense of a sad Parents woe And such thy father was then pity shew To aged Daunus or if rather thou Wouldst take my life my corps to friends allow Thou haft o'recome the Ausonians me have seen Mercy to crave Lavinia is thine Here end debate Then fierce Aeneas stands Survaying him allo're and staid his hands And at this language more and more did melt When on his shoulder he perceiv'd the belt Which Pallas's was the golden buckles shone Whom Turnus by a deep wound had orethrown And on his back the hostile ensigne had After those spoyls with grief he had survaid Incens'd with deadly rage shalt thou said he Grac'd with my dear friends spoyls escape from me Thus Pallas Paellas thee an offering makes And on thy wicked blood revenge now takes Thus having said with indignation stir'd He in his bosome sheaths to th'hilt his sword Straight numbing cold on all his body seiz'd And with a grone life flies to shades displeas'd FINIS
Aeneas then Where hastes thou to what place Whom dost thou fly why driven from our embrace This said he ashes stirs and cover'd fire The Trojan lar and in old Vestas quire Suppliant with holy bread and full cups bends Acestes raising first and next his friends Both his dear fathers will and Joves command Declares and what shall now resolved stand Nor more advice these did Acestes grant They place the matrons willing People plant A city gave souls ignorant of great fame Ships half-consum'd repair new bancks they frame Oars cables fit but few their numbers are But of most lively courages in war Mean while Aeneas plows their city wals Houses allots this Troy that Ilium calls Acestes joys in his new realms and draws A Forum out gives Conscript fathers laws On Erix top a fane nigh heaven was rear'd To Venus and a sacred grove prepar'd And a Priest added to Anchises tombe And now the ninth day of their feast was come Altars they grace when soft gales calm the main And breathing Auster cals to Sea again Through trending shores complainings loud ascend Both day and night they with embraces spend Those Women now To whom before the Sea Seem'd rough nor could endure the Deitie Would fly and every danger now contemn With kind words good Aeneas comforts them And weeping recommends t' Acestes care To storms a lamb three calvs to Erix are Offer'd and then loose cables he commands And on the prow crown'd with cut Olive stands Holding a bowl and in the swelling brine He entrals casts and powrs forth liquid Wine Fair gales attend his sterne the sailers sweep The curled waves and brush the azure deep But Venus mean while exercis'd in cares To Neptune spake and such complaints declares Juno's sad wrath and unappeased breast Makes me descend to thee with this request Whom neither time nor Piety can move Nor fates can quiet nor commands of Jove Was 't not enough with fierce spleen to destroy The Phrygian city poor remains of Troy To force through miseries but bones and dust She persecutes can such a rage be just Thou know'st what storms on Lybian seas did rise By her commands commixing waves and skies And with Aeolian gusts what hils she rais'd Thus daring in thy realms Ah shame behold the Trojan Dames she drove To fire their Fleet and their ships lost did move Their friends to leave them on strange shores I crave Those yet remain may through their billows have Safe passe Laurentian Tyber touch if I Those wals require granted by destiny The deep seas Tamer then O Erycine Trust to our Realms from whence thou draw'st thy line I also have deserv'd who did withstand Heaven and seas rage so oft nor lesse by land My care of thy Aeneas witnessed Symois Xanthus when the Trojans fled Trembling before Achilles to their wals Who many thousands sent to funerals Full rivers groan'd nor Xanthus to the Seas Could find his course from strong Aeasides I in a hollow cloud brought off thy son Weaker in strength and Gods destruction Wishing that perjur'd Troy these hands did rear My mind is still the same then banish fear He shall in safety touch th' Avernidâ— coast One only shall he misse in th' Ocean lost One life for many must be paid At this the goddesse sad care intermits The God his steeds conjoyns and foamy bits Adds to the fierce and with ejected rein His azure chariot hurries o're the main Billows give place under his loud axe lie Waves level'd now and stormes forsake the sky Then varied shapes and mighty whales appear Old Glaucus troops Inons Palamon there The active Tritons Forcus finny train Upon the left hand of th'appeased main Thetis Thalia Spio Panope Melite Nise and Cymodoce Here Prince Aeneas flattering joys did find At last to raise his long dejected mind Then cheerfull to the sailors gave command To rear the top masts to their tackling stand All pull at once larboard and starboard hale Unfurl the shetes and hoyst the lofty sail The wish'd gale drives them Palinure preceds And being admirall the squadron leads All steer as he commands And now moyst night Had almost touch'd mid heavens vertick height The sailor on hard benches ' mongst his oars His weary limbs with quiet rest restores When from aetheriall stars soft Somnus glides Removes the airy darknesse shades divides With a sad dream poor Palinure to thee Upon the high sterne sate the deitie Like Phorbas and with these words did appear Palinure the sea it self thy ship will steere A soft gale breaths there is a time to rest Lie down steal sleep for eyes with toyl opprest And I thy charge shall for a while supply Palinure then said scarce lifting up his eye Wouldst thou I should a quiet sea beleeve To this inconstant monster credit give Should I Aeneas to false Auster leave And serene skies that me so oft deceive This said he fix'd unto the rudder lies Holds fast and on the stars he held his eyes The God behold in Lethe steep'd a bough Sleepy with Stygian strength shakes o're his brow And wandring eyes of him resisting clos'd Scarce were his nerves in quiet slumber loos'd Leaning that part being loose on which he stood He with the helm fals in the briny flood And oft in vain to his companions cries With wings the God mounts the aetherial skies Fearlesse the ship not slower a safe course sailes Nor in in his promise father Neptune failes Neer Syrens rocks once dangerous now they stood White with the bones of men beat with the flood Hoarse waves resound but when the Prince perceiv'd The ship to wander of her guide bereav'd Through nightly waves he did the helm attend Much sighing the misfortune of his friend O Palinure trusting fair feas and skie Thou naked on some coast unknown must lie THE SIXTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE ARGUMENT At Sybils cave Aeneas asks his fates Inspir'd she answers through a hundred gates Misenus rites the golden bough is found Hells dismal passage and the Stygian sound Rude Charon pleas'd a sop loud Cerberus takes Sad souls hem'd in with nine infernal lakes Dido is seen Deiphobus appears Hell and Elizium Every thousand years Souls Lethe drink and bodies reassume Anchises shews his son those Lords of Rome Must spring from him their character relates And after lets him forth at ivory gates THus he said weeping and with full saile stands Gliding at last to the Euboick strands They turn from Sea their prows their ships they moare And the tall Navy guards the winding shore The glad vouth leap'd on land streight some desire To force from flint the hidden seeds of fire Some teare the shelters of wild beasts the woods Whilst others looke about for fresher floods But good Aeneas sought high towrs which have Phoebus their Lord dread Sibills woundrous cave Secrets remote on whom the God bestows An ample mind and future things foreshews To Dians growes and golden roofs they came Daedalus flying Minos