wing From the high clouds all soaring in a train With cackling noise fierce tempests to refrain But to the Rutuls king Italian state These wonders seem and them exanimate Untill at last to sea they cast their eye And see the ships fast to the shore to hie And with tall barks the sea all-over spread And burning crests and helm upon his head The golden bosses belching flames of fire Much lâ—ke i' th' dewy night a comet dire Of hurtfull bloud-red hue or dog-starres heat Which drought and sicknesse sore to men doth threat And makes the skie to lowre and dimmes the light But none of these stout Turnus heart could fright But he must first the shore anticipate And these his foes from landing profligate Whereto he cheeres the hearts he chides the stayes Of all his troops and freely thus he sayes What ye your selves desir'd now here ye have Now use your hands therefore with courage brave For Mars himself the prey puts in your hands Remember now your vvives your goods your lands The famous facts of ancestours recount And praises due let yours now theirs surmount And let us freely them at shore assail Before they land now whiles their hearts them fail Fortune befriends bold spirits These words he spake And vvhom with him to lead great care doth take His sea-foes to invade to vvhom to leave The hedg'd-in town their hopes thus to deceive Meanwhile Aeneas vvith ship-bridges faire To land his souldiers takes all speedie care But many stay'd till calm seas flouds did flow Some leapt on studs and stakes thus out to go Upon their oares some to the shore make haste Great Tarchon up and down the sea-banks trac'd To see if he could spie fit place to land Secure from shallow shelves or swallowing sand And vvhere no rigid surges did appeare But a smooth sea vvith swelling flouds made cleare A harmlesse passage there he suddenly Winding his ship thus to his mates did crie Now noble youths plie close your slicing oares Beare up your barks cut through these adverse shores And let our ship plow furrows deep in sand And break my bark so we may gain the land Tarchon thus having said his maâ—es with oares Through frothy seas their ships to Latine shores Do bravely bring so that their noses kisse Drie-land and all secure their aims none misse Except thy ship great Tarchon which neare land Was so assail'd with stubborn shelves and sand As that it wavering both wayes deep stuck fast And strugling long in pieces split at last Exposing all his men unto the waves VVhereat each one himself on splinters saves Pieces of oares and planks and floating boards VVhich safe assistance unto them affords But oft the flowing streams their heels did trip Yet thus at last they safe on land do skip But all this while Tâ—rnusâ—uns â—uns off delayes His totall troops 'gainst Trojans he arayes At shore them to assail the trumpets sound And now Aeneas firmly set on ground Himself first set upon the rurall bands And for first hansell with his valiant hands Slaughters the Latines Therâ—n bold being slain VVho stoutly durst a bickering short maintain Against Aeneas whom he quickly foil'd And through's gilt arms with his heart-bloud him foil'd Lucas likewise he flew who when a childe Was cut out of the wombe of 's mother milde Whereof she dy'd though to thee Pâ—oebus faire He yet a young man consecrated were Yet could not scape this princes â—licing blade Hard by he Cysseus also slaughtered laid And mightie Gyas who with clubs did fight But both he slew Alcides arms too slight Did prove to save their lives their hands too weak And sire Melampus though he bold did break Through hazards great being Hercules his mate And Pharon as he fondly much did prate He through his gaping throat pierc'd with a dart And thou stout Cydon tasted hadst deaths smart Whiles thou faire Clytius with young douny chin Unfortunately followedst him to win To new but nought delights of love unchaste This Trojan prince had made thee death to taste Foulely affecting love of youths impure And thou hadst been deaths woefull subject sure Had not a troop of armed brothers stout All sonnes of Phorcus met him in the rout Being seven in number who seven darts did throw But to no end which partly clattered so Upon his shield and helmet back rebounding And Venus partly from his corps least wounding Putting them off Aeneas herewithall Unto his kinde Achates thus did call Bring me those darts for none in vain he threw At the Rutulians which proud Grecians slew In Trojan fields Then a great speare he took Which darted flew and flying fiercely strook And penetrating Maeons brazen shield Through corps and corslet he to death did yeeld Whose brother Alcanor unto him hies And held him up as he thus falling dies Whose arm that stayd him pierced was also The bloudy speare through's brauny arm did go And 's right hand dangling did his deaths wound show Numitor then pulls out the deadly dart From 's brothers bodie and with wrathfull heart Retorted it at Troyes Aeneas brave But there it could not the least entrance have And yet it wounded his Achates thigh Here Lausus full of juvenility And bold there by with troops attended came And throws at Dryopes vvith Martiall flame Standing aloof a deadly vvounding lance Which underneath his chin did fiercely glance And pierce his throat snatching thence voice and soule Whose face fell first to ground in 's gore most foule Three Thracians more of utmost Northern race And three of Ida's sonnes and Ismar's place By diverse deaths he furiously did slay Thither Halesus came in battell-ray With his Auruncian bands and thither came Messapus bold sprung from great Neptunes name Famous for riding horse All close contend Now these then those each other to offend I' th' edge of Italie Like two fierce vvindes I' th' open aire contending in their kindes With crosse contrarious blasts in equall might And neither they nor clouds nor sea in sight Yeeld to each other doubtfull long they jarre And stiffely crossely all maintain the warre Thus Trojan troops and Latine bands contend Thus foot to foot thus hand to hand they bend Their furious force But on another part Where pebble-stones lay all abroad most smart Roul'd up by vvaves and boughs and bushes thick About the banks most apt their feet to prick And so unfit for horsemen there to fight And such th' Arcadians were not footmen light Who to foot-battells unaccustomed They to the Latines turn'd their backs and fled Which Pallas spying th' onely staffe in straits He cries to them some prayes and some he rates With bitter words their hearts to re-incite Saying Sirs what mean ye whither take ye flight Now by your selves and by your valiant acts By your commanders great Euanders facts And conquering name and fame and my hopes great Which emulates our countreys praise compleat I you adjure trust not base flying feet But break through thickest
all whom death destroyes Great potent peeres unmarried maids and boyes Compt youths vvhich die before their fathers face Like leaves in vvoods falling from trees apace Pincht off by autumnes chilling killing cold Or like conglomerated birds that hold And flie together forced o're the main By vvinter vveather to some pleasant plain Thus stand they striving first to be past o're With hands and hearts longing for th' other shore The fuming ferryman takes these leaves those And others fiercely farre from shore o'rethrows Aeneas with this noise much mov'd amaz'd Sayes to the priestly maid Pray vvhence is rais'd This flocking to the floud vvhat seek these soules What strange adventure to these banks them toules And why do those the livid waves vvith oares So swiftly sweep to get unto you shores To whom the aged priest sayes briefly thus Anchises and Ioves off-spring generous This is Cocytus deep black Styxes lake By which to sweare forsweare Gods conscience make Unburied soules that ragged-rabble be And he the boatsman Charon whom you see Those vvhom he rowes in 's boat due buriall have Now may they till their bones do rest in grave O're those rough streams those banks have transportation But make about those shores perambulation And wandring walks at least an hundred yeares Then passe they o're those ponds which them re-cheeres Aeneas then with fixed feet stood still Full of deep thoughts pitying their case most ill There he beheld Leucaspis 'mongst them all And brave Orontes his fleets admirall Mourning their vvant of honourable graves Whom boystrous blasts o'rewhelmed in the vvaves And sunk both ships and men sailing from Troy Behold he now beheld vvith more annoy His ship-master his Palinure perplext Who sailing Sicils seas his eyes fast fixt Upon his starres fell over-board was drown'd Whom scarce for mists his sad friend having found Thus he sayes to him My deare Palinure What God our losse of thee did thus procure And drench thee in the deep I pray thee tell For ne're till now did falshood with him dwell Apollo with this one unsure reply Did much deceive my vain credulity Who told me thou seas safe shouldst passe and see Faire Italie and there shouldst landed be And is this now the faithfull promise made But he on th' other side repli'de and said Brave Trojan prince nor Phoebus thee deluded Nor any God me to the seas obtruded For I my self holding my helm too fast Where I sat pilot did me headlong cast Into the sea guiding the ship I sweare By all rough seas nought did me so much feare As thy great ships and ship-masters decay Lest on thy bark rough swelling seas should prey Three vvinter-nights fierce vvindes me blew about The ocean vast the fourth day I found out VVith much adoe the banks of Italie Keeping my head still 'bove the waves on high At last by small degrees I got to land And thereon safely I a while did stand And so had staid but for a barbarous crew VVho to me dropping vvet in fury drew And as I crawled up on hands and feet A craggy bank vvith swords they did me meet Slew me and of me hop'd to make a prey Now vvindes and vvaves me neare the shore do lay Yet keep i' th' sea Wherefore by heavens light cleare By this faire aire and by thy father deare And young Iülus hopes I thee intreat Free me from this ill state thou captain great And either put me as thou mayst in ground For I in Velines haven may be found Or else if means there be if Goddesse great Have shewn thee any supernat'rall fear For I beleeve not vvithout heavâ—nly aid Thou swam'st this floud this Stygiaâ— lake didst vvade Lend me poore wretch thy hand and help me o're That I at least may rest in you â—weet shore Thus he and thus the priest her minde expresâ— Whence Palinure comes this thy rash request VVouldst thou unburied Styxes stream paâ—â—e o're The furies flouds unbidden leave thy shore Cease to expect by prayers to change heavens fates But heare and mark what thy case consolates The nearest neighbours bordering ' boâ—â— those parts By heavens prodigious signes perplext in hearts Shall take thy bones and vvith solemnities Interre entombe thee from which grave shall rise Unto that place an everlasting name Of Palinure Hence he more glad became His care had cure his grief in part was past That that land should his name retain at last Then on they passe and to the pool draw nigh Whom Charon straight on Stygian streams doth spie How slily they the wood walk haste to land Thus he with checks and taunts them takes in hand Who e're thou art that arm'd wouldst sail this way Say what 's thy will why com'st thou thou shalt stay These be soules seats here night and sleep do sit In Styxes boat live bodies 't is not fit To carry o're nor did it me well please To carry Theseus or great Hercules Or Pirithous though they were heavenly bred For strength and stomack most unconquered Alcides bound fierce Cerberus in bands Hells great grim-porter and with his strong hands Him quaking drag'd from Pluto's princely seat The rest did plot our king of 's queen to cheat To whom th' Amphrysian priest reply'd again Trust me here 's no such tricks from rage refrain Our weapons wound not Cerberus may bark And ever fright poore soules in 's dungeon dark Proserpina may keep her uncles bed For this our Trojan prince much honoured For piety and prowesse but intends To go to 's father to deep hell descends If so great goodnesse in the man moves not Yet know this branch of gold which he hath got Which she pul'd forth being hid under his gown Whereat his rage and wrath of heart sank down Silent that sacred gift he did adore The fatall branch not seen long time before And shoves to shore the blew boat them to take And other soules which sate beside the lake He thrusts aside and layes the hatches fit And great Aeneas sits i th' bulk of it The joynted barge groan'd with their pondrous weight And through the chinks took in much puddle straight At length the priest and prince pasto're the floud And scapt the flaggy gray-grasse myre and mud Hells porter Cerberus through his triple throat Through all those regions rais'd a barking note Couching huge curre-like in his kennell by Whose snake-like swelling neck the priest did spie And castâ— to him a soporiferous sop With drugs and honey mixt which he did slop And through his treble throat it quickly snaps In dogged-hunger with his meager chaps Whereat his mighty back croucht down he lies And spreads himself i th' cave with slumbring eyes The porter laid Aeneas whipt in brave And got to shore from th' irregressive wave Straight in 's first entrance piteous cries he heares And loud laments of infants 'bout his eares Of tender babes snatcht from their mothers breast Depriv'd of longer life by deaths arrest Next these were those
speciall care To carry thence over the mountains high Loathing to live Troy lost doth flat denie To go with me and exile to endure And said O you whose bloud is fresh and pure Who young and strong can of your selves subsist Shift you for life you may flie if you list But as for me if fates would I should live They sure this place would me for safegard give But 't is enough more then enough I see One ruine and our citie lost yet we Survive even thus oh thus my corps laid well Departing give it a sad Vale knell These hands shall finde out death foes may be kinde They 'le take but spoiles small losse no grave to finde Heaven-hated and earth-loathing fruitlesse me My yeares till now too long protracted be Since first the father of Gods and mans great king Did on my corps his blasting lightnings fling Urging these arguments he fixt remains But we with cheeks all wet with tearie stains I with my wife Creüsa and my childe And our whole houshold with intreats most milde Pray'd he would not all with himself o'rethrow But yeeld to forcing fates Still he said no. Who holding his intentions sitting still To arms again I flie with eager will Willing to die a most perplexed wight For what advise what fortune help me might Thinkst thou deare father I 'le thee leave and flie May a fathers tongue vent such indignitie Iffates conclude nought shall of Troy be left And that to min'd Troy of help bereft Thou art resolv'd thy self and thine to adde The gate stands ope death may be quickly had Pyrrhus with Priams bloud all-soil'd makes haste The sonnes bloud in his fathers sight to waste The father at his sacred shrine to slay For this deare mother hast thou been my stay And refuge from all darts and deadly fire That I should see i' th' heart and heat of ire My father wife and my Ascanius tender In one anothers bloud their lives surrender By furious foes Arms arms bring arms deare friends This last day calls us conquered to our ends Shew me the Greeks set me afresh to fight We will at least some of our deaths requite Hereat I buckled on my arms again And on my left-arm did my shield retain But to the field I readie now to flie Behold my deare Creüsa suddenly Just at the doore about my heels hung fast And in my presence my Iülus cast Saying If thou 'lt flie and die let 's die with thee Or if in arms lest hope of help there be Bestow thy strength first to defend this place To vvhom else dost thou leave us in this case To whom thy father thy Iülus deare To vvhom me thy late vvife dost thou leave heare Weeping these vvords she fills the house with cries When strange to tell there suddenly did rise A hideous chance for even amongst us all In my sad fathers sight bright beams did fall Upon the top of young Iülus head Which lightly licks his locks and hurtlesse fed And grew about his brows VVe much afraid Frame burning haire to strike the flames assaid To quench the sacred fire vvith vvater cast But grave Anchises joyfull lifts at last His eyes his hands and voice to heaven on high Saying O great Iove if prayers do pierce the skie And move thee ought regard us in this thing If pietie to mortalls profit bring Great father grant thy favour stablish right All these so faire predictions in our sight Scarce spake the old man thus when sudden sound Of ratling vvelcome thunder did rebound A streaming starre from heaven most nimbly fell Whose lustrous brightnesse rarely did excell Which from our houses top we saw to glide Its shining self in Ida's wood to hide Pointing our path whose furrow with long streams Shone all abroad with sulfure fuming gleams My father hence o'recome the signe respects Adores the starre thanks to the Gods directs Forthwith cuts off delayes sayes Here am I Lead on the way I 'le follow readily Deare Trojan Gods my house and grandchilde save This was your augur yet you seem to have Some care of Troy I yeeld good sonne with thee To go along This said we heare and see Upon our walls a more cleare flashing flame And scorching heat more neare us rowling came I therefore said Deare father take fast hold About my neck for I with courage bold Willingly on my back will beare you hence How e're things hap one common exigence Ones welfare shall be boths Iülus vve Will take with us my wife may follow me And you my servants mark well what I say Being out o' th' town you 'le finde a hâ—ll i' th' way And now forsaken Ceres temple old Whose ground an ancient Cypresse tree doth hold Many yeares kept for our religions sake Thither we 'le all from all parts us betake Our Gods and sacred things father hold you But as for me that now this warre eschew Still stain'd with hot bloudshed 't is impious sure Them once to touch till in some fountain pure I may me lave and cleansing fit procure This said I with a lions skin arayd Clothes on my neck and shoulders fitly laid I took my burthen up my right hand fast My young Iülus gript and on he past But not with equall pace to 's fathers flight My wife comes after forc'd through darkest night We thus are hurried on and I whom late No clouds of flying darts could trepidate Nor swarmie troops of adverse Greeks could wound Novv feare each puff of vvinde each smallest sound Most for my little mate grandvveight thus fear'd And now to th' citie gate my way thus clear'd Thinking all safe I seem'd most suddenly To heare a thick quick noise of feet hard by And straight my father through a glimmering shade Looking foreright O sonne deare sonne he said And hast'ly cride Flie fast our foes draw nigh For I their shields and glittering arms do spie Hereat I know not what unfriendly fate Made me amaz'd did me precipitate Into strange by-wayes lanes and lawns untill Whether by fate fetcht thence she lived still Wretch that I am I lost Creüsa kinde Or whether being wearie left behinde Or having lost her way I am unsure But sure no search her sight could reprocure And e're her lost my mindes reflect respected To Ceres sacred seat the place directed Even to the hill we came where we all met One onely wanted whose mistake did fret Her mates her sonne and me her husband deare And whom herein did frantick I hold cleare And not accuse Or Gods or men or what In all Troyes wrack held I more harsh then that Ascanius and Anchises my deare sire Our Trojan troop and Gods with zeals hot fire I to my mates commend and did them hide In a deep vale my self to th'citie hy'd Appointed with my shining shield and arms I now resolv'd to reinforce all harms The citie thorough to perambulate My life in dangers to precipitate And first I mount the walls and as
who by false sentence dy'd Yet lot and law these to their place apply'd Minos th' inquisitour the lots doth cast And spies and tries their lives and follies past Next they lie mourning who with guiltlesse smart Hating their lives their own hands pierce their heart Then though they spilt their bloud yet now'd be glad To suffer earths worst toiles then hells pains bad But fates forbid and hells most loathsome lake And Styxes nine-fold streams tie them to th' stake Not farre from thence lie all the fields about For so men call them of the weeping rout Here all whom tyrannizing love did slay With piercing passions these in by-paths lay Hid under myrtle boughs whose grief of heart Still stings them and in death doth not depart Here he beheld Procris and Phaedra faire Eriphyle her sonnes wounds laying bare Euadne he and Phasiphe did finde And Laodamia to her pheere most kinde Caeneus now a woman once a lad Yet re-transfigur'd for her follies bad 'Mongst whom he spi'de Sidonian Dido there Wandring i th' wood her love-wound fresh t' appeare WhoÌ„ Troyes brave prince approaching near scarce knew Through the thick shade like Luna whose first view A man through clouds doth see or thinks he sees He weeps and speaks such sugred words as these Distressed Dido ah that sad report Was too too true brought to me from thy court That thou wast dead and with a sharp sword slain Alas sweet lady I did cause thy bane Yet I protest by starres and deities And by firm faith if under ground it lies I left thy land faire queen against my minde And here the Gods commandments me do binde To traverse up and down these foggy shades Through thornie paths and deep dark dumpish glades Nor could I e're beleeve that it could be That my departure could so cruciate thee Ah stâ—y vvith me fly not away so fast Whom shun'st thou since this talk must be our last Thus spake Aeneas thinking therewithall To swage their grief and flouds of teares let fall She frowning fixt her angry eyes on ground Nor was more mov'd with all he could propound Then is hard flint or Parus rock obdure At last she from him breaks into obscure And bushy vvoods flying most angrilie VVhere her first spouse Sichâ—â—â— courteously Answered her vvoes vvith equall love repayd At this hard hap Aeneas vvas dismay'd Yet vveeping follows her aloof apace Lamenting much her absent vvofull case Thence on he goes and at the last they came To th' utmost fields where men of Martiall fame Did walk about here he Tydeus meets And Mars-like Parthenopeus kindely greets Adrastus gastly ghost and here he spies Such Trojan lords as caus'd full weeping eyes They being slain in warre he knows them all In their rare ranks and many a teare le ts fall Glaucus Thersilocus Medon all three Antenors sonnes he sadly there did see Polybetes great Ceres priest most stout Idaeus still in 's chariot drawn about Still brandishing his blade soules thick do flock On both sides making him their gazing-stock One sight sufficeth not they stay stand still Make neare approach and know the cause they will Why how he came But Greeces peeres most stout And those of Agamemnons warre-like rout Spying the man and his drawn glistering blade Through the thick mists extreamly all afraid Some flie away as once to ship to get Some gape to speak whose gapes their speech do let And here at last he saw in wofull case King Priams Deïphobus mangled face And all o're wounded corps most cruelly Yea his faire face defac'd uncomelily His broken brows both hands both eares and nose All quite cut off by his most barbarous foes Scarce he him knew trembling in wofull wise Lab'ring to hide those dire deformities Yet in a well known tone thus he cries out Deare Deïphobus valiant stern and stout Sprung from Troyes royall stemme what savage minde To take such foule revenge in 's heart could finde O who had power to use abuse thee so Fame did report and I nought else did know But that in dead of night thou wearied With slaying Greeks didst fighting fall down dead On heaps of them Then I in vain did frame On Rhetian shores a tombe unto thy fame And to thy soule sent three salutes most deep And made that place thy name and fame to keep Thy body there faire friend I could not see Nor as I would my countrey left give thee A worthy buriall Deïphobus here Sayes Nothing 's left undone O friend most deare To Deïphobus thou all dues hast payd All buriall rites but here alas I 'm stayd And drown'd in this distresse by fates decree And base Lacaena's fatall villanie She left me these sad monuments of woe For as we all you cannot choose but know And too too well remember that last night Did spend in frolick but most false delight When first that fatall horrid horse o'releapt Our Trojan walls when from his paunch out stept His swelling troops of armed foot-men fierce She feigning votes in Bacchanalian verse Led up and down our quaffing Phrygian dames And in her hand held forth bright burning flames And from their camps call'd out the Grecians bold Then cumbring cares and sleepinesse did hold Me prest to rest in my unhappie bed And sweet deep sleep had me now vanquished And laid like one quite dead This worthy wife Meanwhile my arms the safegard of my life And trusty sword purloyn'd and stole away Set my doores ope call'd in without delay Her Menelaus hoping thus to endere His love to her and all past ills to cleare What needs more words they burst into my bed Together with Vlysses mischiefs head Great Gods repay those Greeks with vengeance due If it be just which I request of you But what strange chance hath brought thee thus alive To us Tell me likewise what seas did drive Thee to these parts or was 't the Gods decree Or to these toiles hath fortune forced thee To tread these sad and sunlesse wearying wayes Thus with this talk Aurora's radiant rayes Had guilded half-o're heavens huge axletree And haply all their time thus spent might be But that the Sibyll his most watchfull mate Said Good Aeneas night doth properate And we with weeping waste the time in vain Here see the way divides it self in twain 〈…〉 way which leads by Pluto's gate Will bring us the right way t' Elysium straight But the left leads to Tartars torturing cell The place where damned soules are plagu'd in hell Then Deïphobus said Prime priest be still If I offend I 'le back my number fill And shelter me in shades Go thou O go Thou glorie of our land the heavens bestow Better good luck on thee This having said As soon as spoke away from them he made Aeneas quick lookt back and soon espi'de A spacious castle on a rocks left side With a strong threefold mightie wall surrounded Which Phlegethons fierce fierie river bounded And did thick ratling stones evaporate Before
it stood a mightie open gate With adamantine pillars set in view Such as nor Gods nor men could cut or hew By strength or art a brazen tovvre stood high Where Tisiphone fierce sate usually In bloudy robes and night and day did guard And watch the way From hence was eas'ly heard Great groans and moans of screeking smart and pains And rumbling noise of shackling iron chains Aeneas stood amaz'd dampt with that din And said Faire lady tell me what 's within What damned soules what plagues what hideous cries Are those I heare To whom she thus replies Brave Trojan prince no upright man may dwell In this nefarious nest of damned hell But me when as Proserpina me made Hells governesse she taught and open layd The plagues which Gods inflict shew'd me them all Here 's sayth she Rhadamanthus horrid hall Where he corrects and findes out knaveries Forcing confession of all villanies And when they hope to scape with foolish joy At last in death he plagues them with annoy Then Tisiphone in one hand a whip Revenge fully makes guiltie soules to skip With furious lashes holding stinging snakes In th' other hand which greater tortures makes Calling for all her furious sisters aid At last the sacred gates huge screeking made And opened wide Seest thou sayes she to him What looks look on us what a guard most grim Sits at the porch see horrid Hydra's seat With fiftie snaky heads and gape-mouths great Then hell it self full twice as broad and deep Downward as heaven upward beheld is steep Here Titans youthfull troop earths aged race By thunder thrown down sunk to th' deepest place And here the bastard-giant twinnes I saw Which with their hands meant heaven to scale and draw Great Iupiter from his supernall seat I saw Salmoneâ—s suffering tortures great For he Ioves lightning needs would imitate And rattling thunder being born in state Upon foure horses shaking flames of fire Making Greek towns and countreys him admire In triumph drawn in frantick arrogance Himself with Ioves due honour to advance Whiles he heaven inimitable fire By sounding brasse and horn-hooft steeds desire To counterfeit in their most swift careeres But mighty Iove to whom this soon appeares Through thickest clouds dasht out a deadly dart Nor could his torches nor bright fierie art Assist and headlong in a storm him slew There also might you mighty Tityus view Fructiferous Terra's sonne whose body great Stretcht out in breadth nine acres is compleat A foule devouring vultures bending bill Gnawing upon his wastelesse intralls still Whose guts him ever glut with horrid pains Thus feeding on his breast it still remains And restlessely pulls his regrowing veins Why speak I of Lapitha Ixion And Pirithous on whom a huge flint-stone Doth alwayes hang and alwayes seem to fall Before whom stand rich lustfull beds most tall And costly cates to feed their luxurie Stand ready disht but nestling o're them nigh Stands the prime Furie and them strict commands Not once to touch the table with their hands And if they stirre she starts up in great ire Rattles them up bangs them with flames of fire Here brother-haters whiles they liv'd I saw Parents despisers cheaters of just law Rich churles who got great wealth but for themselves The greatest troops being of these impious elves Such as for foule adulteries have been slain And who in jurious jarres do entertain Who rob their masters traitours are to th' state All these with plagues hell doth incarcerate Nor need'st thou ask what pains and tortures fierce These various vitious men do sting and pierce Some ' rowl huge stones soâ—e hang fast ty'de to wheels Thus wofull Theseus torments sits and feels And e're shall feel Thus Phlegyas most of all With hortatorie cries in hell doth yaull Be warn'd be just the Gods do not despise For gold of 's countrey he made merchandize And brought in an usurping powerfull lord Old laws annull'd made new laws for reward Another did his daughters bed defile Using forbidden copulation vile All did foule deeds and what they will'd enjoy'd Had I an hundred tongues to be employ'd An hundred mouths and iron elocution I could not shew the diverse distribution Of all the kindes of hells impieties And every plague which on them heavy lies This when Apollo's Sibyll sage had said Let 's now go on sayes he all stayes evade And our intended task begun conclude Come let 's make haste for I farre off have view'd The Cyclops shops strong walls high chimneys stand Where we to leave our present have command This said together they blinde paths passe by Taking the midway to the gates drew nigh Aeneas first rusht in with water cleare Sprinckles himself and on a post most neare Unto the gate the branch of gold sticks fast Which done his gift given to the Goddesse past They came at length into these pleasant places Those fragrant fiâ—lds and groves of all the Graces Those sacred seats where's larger purer aire Bright light true sense of starres and Phoebus faire Where some delight in grassy plains to sport To skip and leap in sand in wrastling sort Some dance and sing and trip it on their toes VVhiles Orpheus in his priest-like long gown goes About and playes on 's seven-fold sounding lute And strikes the strings with quill and skill acute Here he beheld Troyes ancient noble race Her potent peeres born in more blisâ—efull case Ilus Assaracus first king of Troy Dardan their arms put off with peacefull joy He uselesse chariots wondring sees set by Their speares fast fixt in ground and carelessely Their steeds let loose feeding in pastures wide And look what chariots love what Martiall pride They living had what care to feed and dresse Their gallant coursers now 't was here no lesse Again on 's right and left hand he doth eye Some feeding on the grasse sing merrylie Rare panegyricks 'mongst sweet lawrell trees VVhere fluent Poâ— through groves to flow he sees Here patriots good who for their countrey dy'd Here priests who liv'd most modest lives did bide Here pious prophets who pure truths did preach Here expert artists who rare arts did teach And here were they who mindefull of their state Made others their true goodnesse gratulate All these were crown'd with fragrant garlands gay By whom environ'd thus did Sibyll say But chiefly to Musaeus 'mongst them all For he vvas in the midst and faâ—re most tall O say sweet soules and thou priest most divine What parts what place doth old Anchises shrine For for this cause this toile we undertake Are hither come have swumme hells mighty lake To whom this Heroë this reply did make No soule hath certain seat here we all dwell In shady groves flower-beds in fields that smell Most fresh and fragrant grac'd vvith rivers cleare But ye if thereunto such joy ye beare Climbe o're this hill your vvay I 'le easie make This said by his good guide their way they take And as they passe he shows them fields
the sea resides Their scattered fires huge fume and smoak up-cast Shew that this happy hap may not be past Or pretermitted and if you give way T' Aeneas to Pallant'um passe we may And this brave youth you 'le see return again Enricht with spoiles of foes defeated slain Nor can we by this means misse of our way We saw and knew by hunting every day I' th' bottome of deep dales the river faire And much o' th' town to which we would repaire Alethes ripe in yeares both grave and wise Said O our Gods who Troy do patronize As yet I see ye minde not to blot out Poore Trojans name since such brave youths so stout Such valiant hearts ye still unto us raise Thus speaking on their necks his hands he layes And holding both their hands with teares of joy He thus sayes on What praise what prize can Troy Repay to you brave youths of so rare parts The Gods will best requiâ—e your due deserts And good Aeneas will not be behinde Nor ripe Ascanius blot out of his minde Such meritorious deeds yea and I will Sayes young Ascanius for my joyes ye fill In my deare fathers safe return to me By our great Gods Nisus I sweare to thee And thy kinde mate by all our sacred kinne And by the aged Vesta's rites within That whatsoever fate or fortune's mine Into your bosomes it shall full incline Call back my father let me see his sight And nothing then can me molest affright Two silver bowls richly engraven and wrought Both which my father from Arisba brought When it was ruin'd by Achilles bold Two three-leg'd cups two talents of pure gold A bason brave given by queen Dido faire And if Italia chance to be our share And we by conquest do enjoy that crown And 'mongst us part the prey with high renown Thou saw'st what horse what arms rich Turnus had All those thou saw'st thy valiant heart to glad Assure thy self brave Nisus shall be thine Besides my father hath twelve matrons fine And captives twelve with all their ornaments And all king Latines lands and continents All these my father shall bestow on thee For thee faire youth whose yeares come nearest me Thee in my bosome of best love I take Thee my companion in all states I 'le make No fame by facts will I without thee gain In peace or warre thy counsel shall be ta'ne To whom Euryalus made this replie Faire sir no time shall finde me falsifie My promise in such high designes as these Yet fortune good or bad as heaven shall please May on us fall But thee this one thing I 'Bove all thy gifts intreat most earnestly I have a mother sprung from Priams race Whom neither Troy through its now captiv'd case Nor kinde Acestes realm poore heart could stay But with me she hath travel'd all our way Her I alas now unsaluted leave Ignorant what dire fate may to me cleave By this dark night and thy right hand I sweare That I could not her tender weeping beare Upon our parting I thee therefore pray In her distresse to be her staffe and stay To help her in her need If this request Thou to me grant my heart will be at rest And I the boldlier shall all hazards trie The Trojans hearts hereat melt instantly Who fell aweeping but Iülus chief Toucht at the heart between great joy and grief At this rare copie of connative love Which in 's affection this reply did move I promise and protest all said and done Is highly worthy such an honour'd sonne Thy mother shall be mine in all the same With my Creüsa save alone in name Nor such a sonne to have is honour small Whats'ever issue do this fact befall Now by this head I sweare by which before My father upon oft occasions swore What I thee promis'd safe return'd again Shall to thy mother and thy kinne remain Thus weeping spake he and from 's neck did take A rare gilt sword which Lycaon did make With curious art in ivorie scabbert rare Which he bestow'd upon Eury'lus faire To Nisus Mnestheus gave a lions skin Huge rough with haire which had a conquest bin Friendly Alethes did his helm exchange And thus they armed valiantly forth range Whom to the gates the Trojan gallants guide Both young and old and them with prayers plide Chiefly Ascanius grave beyond green yeares Expressing wisely manly filiall feares Follows them fast with prayers and messages Unto his father in their passages But all alas they spake flew into th' aire And to the clouds in vain they vented are Thus then gone forth they o're the trenches past And by dark night to foes camp came at last To many of them first dire death to bring There all-about neglected lies each thing The men laid on the grasse with wine and sleep O're whelmed all no watch their carts do keep Men 'mongst horse-harnesse lay here wine-pots stood There armour lay nothing in order good Nisus hereat first to Euryalus said Deare friend our way must now with blows be made This way we must and lest assaults behinde Do us infest have thou a watchfull minde And keep a distance off wide way I 'le make And all these vast impediments hence take This said he silent was and instantly Upon proud Rhamnes he set furiously Upon a rich wrought Arras carpet stretcht Who in a deep-drunk sleep his last breath fetch 't A king and southsayer which king Turnus joy'd But southsaying could not this great mischief void Three of whose servants lying neare were slain And Rhemus page and coachman quickly ta'ne Under his horses Both whom he left dead Cut both their throats cut off their masters head Leaving his headlesse trunk tumbling i' th' mire Soil'd with black bloud his soule and breath t' expire And to sigh out the beds and ground about Reaking warm fumes with gore that gushed out Besides Lamirus Lamus Serranus A brave young spark that night most riotous With Bacchus drunken bands his body bound Happy had he all night been playing found Even untill day But rav'ning lion-like For famine fierce made him the sheepfold strike Infesting all the flock he teares and spoiles The silly sheep and chaps with blood besoiles Whiles they lie mute for feare no lesse also Euryalus with slaughter on doth go And he in wrath raging about him layes And numbers of the namelesse vulgars slayes Hebesus Fadus Rhoetus Abaris He unawares did cause deaths cup to kisse But Rhoetus was awake and all this ey'd And base behinde a huge bowl did him hide From his fierce foe who seen was follow'd fast And with a fierce full wound his weapon past Into his sheathing corps with which deep blow His crimson gory soule doth belching flow And flie away mixing his bloud and wine Thus hotly he by stealth doth on incline And now unto Messapus mates he came And found their fires lifting their latest flame And all their horse at grasse about them ty'd Then briefly thus sayes Nisus
fiercely flie Even where he saw their swords and shields most thick But Lycus being of foot more light and quick Betook him to his heels through thickest bands Fled to the walls strove there with feet and hands To clamber up hopefull of help from 's friends Whom Turnus following at him fiercely bends A deadly dart and like a conquerour stout With these like chafing terms to him cries out Thou frantick fool think'st thou our hands to flee Supposest thou from us secure to be And with those words as he did upward crawl He pull'd him down and with him part o th' wall Much like an eagle preying on a hare Or some white swan rising up into th' aire Fiercely pull'd down by th' eagles tallons strong Or like a rav'ning wolf whose chaps do long To lick the bloud of the poore bleating lambe And therefore in the stall pulls him from 's damme From all parts clamours rise assaults are made With rubbish heaps the dikes are levell laid Fierce flaming brands to houses tops are cast But as Leucetius to the gates came fast To fire the same Troyes Ilioneus brave With a huge stone a deadly pelt him gave When valiantly Liger Emathion slew Asylas made death Chorineus due The one at darts th' other at shafts excell'd Caeneus stout by death Ortygius quel'd Turnus the victour Caeneui did slay Clonius and Itys he with death did pay Dioxippus and Promulus most stout And Sagaris and Ida holding out Worthilie on the wall but Capys brave Privernus kill'd and him Themilla gave A light wound with his lance who instantly Threw his shield from him and most foolishly Claps his hand on the wound whereat most fierce A winged shaft his left-side ribs did pierce And nail'd his hand unto his wounded side And bor'd his breathing lights wherewith he dy'd Brave Arcens sonne stood there in battell ray Clad in a coat of needle-work most gay Of a dark Spanish-purple colour rare Himself of lovely look and countnance faire Whom Arcens his great sire to warres had sent Bred up in Mars his grove neare the current Of Symâ—ths floud where is the altar faire And full of presents of Palicus rare Mezentius bold his lance being laid aside A whisling sling up took with Martiall pride And swung it thrice most fiercely 'bout his head The leaden bullet as it swiftly fled Melted i' th' aire and dasht him on the pate And dead upon the sands laid him prostrate Ascanius then for his first enterprise Is said to fling a shaft in Martiall wise Who formerly wilde-beasts was wont to fright Wherewith Numanus he did deadly smite Who was surnamed Remulus this same Turnus his younger sister a faire dame Did lately wed he in the forefront loud Vanting vain and vile things with spirit proud Unworthie our relation strook with feare Of kindred new the kingdomes rule to beare Went up and down boasting with haughtie din As if some princely pers'nage he had bin Twitting the Trojans thus Base cowards all Shame ye not to sit mew'd up in a wall To be immur'd in trenches now again Twice captiv'd Phrygians think ye but in vain By walls to scape from death I pray behold What gallant lads are these that dare be bold By warres to get our wives what destinie What madnesse great drave you to Italie Here are not Greeks Atrides tired rout No false Vlysses tongues to feigne and flout We are a people tough from rough stocks stemme Our children at the first we make to swimme In frozen flouds and harden them thereby Our boyes are bred to rare activitie In hunting beasts and them i' th' woods to tire To ride great horse is sport which they desire And horny darts to cast they much affect But constant at their work without neglect Small wealth our youth contents and either they With rakes and plowes do make the ground obey Their thriftie wills or towns with warre suppresse Thus every age doth it to steel addresse Yea even in peace our speares we hold in hand Working our cattell plowing up our land Nor does weak old-age weaken our stout mindes Make valour vanish but each gray-haires bindes His helm unto his head fresh spoiles and prey With sword and shield daily to beare away But as for you your cloathsare rich and rare Of purple hues embroidered all most faire Signes of your lazie mindes and your delights In wanton dancings are fond carpet-knights In jackets short with sleeves most delicate And hairelace bongrace most effeminate Fond Phrygian females masculines y' are none Gad to your Dindyms high hills every one Whereas your various-vain pipes sounds do call You to your wonted wanton dancings all Your Idaean mother Berecynthia faire To make you sport doth taber and pipe prepare Let arms alone to men touch not steel-swords Him vaunting thus with bold and bitter words Ascanius brave no longer could forbeare But he his horse-hide bow straight up doth reare His shaft set ready and his arms stretcht out To Iupiter he prayes with courage stout All-potent Iove my bold beginnings aid And on thine altar shall vow'd gifts be paid A faire fat bull with gilded horns most high And a young calf like his damme lustily Bearing his head whose pace makes dust to flie Iove heard from heaven and from a skie most cleare Ascanius did a prosperous thunder heare Whose bow therewith set ready at full bent A deadly arrow fiercely forth he sent The whistling shaft through th' aire took nimble flight And on proud Remulus his pate did light Piercing his brains Go sayes the young prince stout Go on true vertue with vain brags to flout Twice-captiv'd Phrygians send Rutulians thus This answer Thus did brave Ascanius The Trojans with loud cries second the same Fiercely flie on spurr'd with affected fame As then it hapt Apollo sagely sitting Upon a cloud i' th' open aire befitting Beheld th' Italian troops and Trojan town And thus t' Iülus said to 's high renown Go on brave spark rare vertues to augment Thus fame shall raise thee to heavens firmament Faire sonne and future sire of Gods most great All following bloudie broiles most boistrous heat Shall by the fates most due decree decrease Under great Dardans line and end in peace Troy can thee not contain And this being said Down from the skies his way he smoothly made And doffing all aire-puffing vapours quite He kindely came into Ascanius sight And on him took old Butes shape and face He heretofore enjoy'd the honour'd place Of Troyes Anchises page and guardian just Of temple rites and as a mate of trust The aged sire Ascanius sociates In every thing Apollo imitates An old-man right as he along did go In count'nance colour and gray locks also In ratling Martiall armour drest and thus And thus he spake t'enflam'd Ascanius Let it suffice thee brave Aeneas sonne What thou hast freely on Numanus done He slain thou safe now then for thy first praise Apollo great doth crown thee with due bayes And envies
not thy imitating arms Yet wills thee warre forbeare from future harms Thus spake Apollo having spoke departed And from mans fight into th'cleare aire he darted The Trojan peeres knew him a God to be When they his arms divine and shafts did see In 's ratling quiver as he flew away Wherefore Apollo's words and will t' obey Ascanius fierce to fight they all restrain And to th' encounter they return again Trusting their lives in dangers imminent A mightie clamour through their trenches went They bend their trustie bows fierce arrows flie And thick upon the ground they strewed lie And shields and hollow helms make clanging sound With clattering shafts whose blows from them rebound And now fierce fight begins like mightie showres Which boedean Western starres upon earth poures And thick as clouds of hail quick ratling down When Iupiter with winter storms doth frown And with a thunder-clap the clouds doth pierce Even so the Trojans showre out shafts most fierce Bitias and Pandarus whom Hiera faire A wood nymph to Idaean Alcnor bare In Ioves great grove two brethren strong and stout As tall as trees as mounts hard to hold out These two were set the gate to guard set ope And both well arm'd they voluntarily Their foes with them t' encounter did defie They on the right and left hand stoutly stood In stead of two great bulwarks strong and good Arm'd with their swords and glistring helms on head Like two most mightie oaks with boughs o'respread Whose unlopt tops ascend up into th' aire About moist Padus banks Athesis faire No sooner saw Rutulians open way But rashly they rush in without delay Querceus and faire Equicolus all arm'd Tmarus stout Haemon but all sorely harm'd Headlong they haste with all their troops and strength But either were all beaten back at length Or at the gate did gasp their latest breath And maugre all their might were prest to death And as their rage increast so Trojans stout Did valiantly assemble thereabout And bravely skirmish and adventure farre And as elsewhere stout Turnus hot did warre Fretting affrighting them news was him brought That with fresh slaughters Trojan foes were fraught And flesht and had their gate set ope to fight Hereat his work in hand forsaking quite Enflam'd with quenchlesse rage he thither flies And to the Trojan open gate he hies And those proud brethren both but first of all For he first met him Antiphates tall Born of a Thebane dame but the base sonne Of great Sarpedon on whom he did run And smote him with his dart th' Italian horn Whistling through th' aire pierc'd through his corps forlorn Whose hollow wound vented much black gore-bloud And in his heart the warm dart fixed stood Then Meropes and Erymantha strong Aphidnus stout by death he laid along Bitias with frightfull face and fretfull heart He then did make to taste deaths direfull smart Not with a shaâ—t a shaft could him not kill But with a mightie dart thrown with strong skill Which stuft with wilde-fire flew like lightning fierce And through two tough buls hides would stiffely pierce And penetrate double steel-folds in shields Though lin'd with gold herewith to death he yeelds His mightie members ruinated fall And make the earth to tremble therewithall And crusht his target with a thundring din Much like the stony pile when men begin To build the Baian banks by Cuma's town Which suddenly all tumbles headlong down And all the former frame and mightie heap Fal'n plump i' th' sea makes the waves dance and leap And thus sunk down i' th' waves it sticks and stands Rowls billows up and cleaves and heaves the sands The noise whereof Prochyta'sâ—sle â—sle made shake And all the adjacent huge mounts to quake Here Mars armipotent pour'd courage great Into the Latines hearts and Martiall heat And fill'd the Trojans mindes with feare and flight And now they flock together to the fight And now the God of warre and Martiall spight Reignes in their hearts But now when Pandarus Saw his deare brother to be conquer'd thus How their affaires and fortune ticklish stood With all the haste and strugling strength he cu'd Shoving with 's shoulders close he locks the gate And bolts and barres it fast and many a mate He thus lockt out and left to fatall fight But others he lockt in safe-guarded quite From rage of foes But O how mad was he Which could not Turnus fiercely entring see Amongst them clos'd not with an armie great But singly shut up in the thronging heat Like a fierce tiger feeble flocks to eat But suddenly bright light their eyes did cleare And who he was did speedily appeare By his rough ratling arms his bloud-red crest And shield which bright fire-flaming shines exprest The Trojans hereat stupifi'de did know His hatefull face and limbes that hugely grow Then great Pandarus unto him drew neare Vext for the slaughter of his brother deare Thus to him said Nay sir good sir I pray This is no dowre of your queen Amata Nor do thy native Ardean walls thee close But here thou seest th' art fenc'd in by thy foes Imprison'd in their camps and custodie Whence there 's no hope of re-deliverie Turnus with haughtie heart upon him smiling Sayes Sir leave off thy brags and proud reviling Do thou begin if any heart thou hast Thy spight and spirit now declare thou may'st Here thou shalt tell to thy king Priamus That thou hast found Achilles valorous Pandarus hereat took a knottie lance And with his utmost strength did it advance Against king Turnus which winde turn'd aside For from least wounding Iuno did it guide And missing him it stuck fast in the gate But thou sayes Turnus shalt not finde the fate To scape the force of my fierce slicing blade This wound and weapon thou shalt not evade And herewithall he rais'd his sword on high And with his sword himself and furiously In sunder cut his brain-pan with the blow And chops his chaps where yet no haire did grow With a huge gash A noise was rais'd to th' aire The earth even trembled with the weight it bare His fal'n-down limbes and arms all-soil'd with bloud O'respread the ground besmear'd with brainy mud And in two equall parts lay his cleft head This way and that way on each shoulder spread The trembling Trojans hereat fled for feare And had this victours vigilance been cleare T' have broke the barred doores let in his mates That day had been the last for fight and fates To Trojans But rough rage and rash desire Of slaughter did so set his heart on fire That he fell on his foes And first of all He Phalaris and Gyges forc'd to fall And gathering up the darts from foes that fell He did them at their flying backs repell For Iuno did his minde and might augment 'Gainst Halys next and Phegeus both he bent His Martiall rage and those that on the wall Were fighting fierce not knowing ought at all What he had
done below there dead he laid Alcander Halius Prytanis he made Deaths underlings and whiles that Lynceus stout Did bravely fight and recollect the rout Of flying mates and o're the trenches vvent He him with brandisht sword did soon prevent And hand to hand fighting with one fierce blow Cut off his head and helm and corps laid low Then valiant Amycus he set upon A hunter brave then whom there was not one More fortunate or of more art and skill Who us'd wilde-beasts with pois'ned darts to kill And Clytius and Aeolides he slew And Cretea friend unto Parnassus crew The Muses mate Cretea whose delight VVas on rare instruments his layes t' indite And to his harp melodious songs to sing Of steeds of warres and facts of many a king But when at last the Trojan lord did heare The slaughters great which 'mongst the souldiers were Mnesthâ—us and stout Serestus thither went And saw their men with frights and feares nigh spent And yet their foe enclos'd Straight Mnestheus said Sirs whither flie ye scud ye thus afraid VVhat better walls or bulwarks would ye have VVhat shall one single man you thus outbrave And even within your citie-walls surrounded Shall so many by slaughter be confounded Within your town and he unpunisht go Shall he so many choice youths overthrow Shame ye not thus extreamly to disgrace Your most unhappie woefull countreyâ— case Your houshold Gods and your Aeneas great Do you not blush at such a base retreat The Trojans fired with these words stand fast And in great heaps conglomerate at last Turnus thereat shrinks backward by degrees And to that side retreats on which he sees The fluent floud to run The Trojans they So much the fiercelier force him on that way And with great shouts their companies augment Much like a troop of men vvho having pent A furious lion and vvith swords beset He therewith terrifi'de doth rage and fâ—eâ— Shielding all sharp assaults he back doth stride But neither rage nor courage can abide To turn the back and flie nor yet t' oppose Being over-charg'd with troops he hardly knows This though he would and could yet may 't not be Therefore through foes and swords way forceth he Directly thus doth Turnus back retire With doubtfull yet undaunted steps with ire His heart is heated as thus slow he goes He twice assaults the thickest of his foes And twice by flight about the walls them frighted But now from all their tents the troops united Against whose force not Iuno's self suffic'd Iove therefore airie Iriâ— straight advis'd With taunting terms to tell his sister faire That some should smart if she took not quick care To hasten Turnus from the Trojan towers With targe therefore he could not shield the showers Nor with his hand resist the Trojans blows So thick flew shafts about so hotly grows The fight that arrows seem him to o'rewhelm And tinckling tangs make on his hollow helm And storms of stones his brazen cap so batter And all his plumy crest so teare and shatter That all the brazen bosses prove too weak But that their thick quick blows it bruise and break The Trojans still their rage ingeminate With speare and shield Mnestheus doâ—h fulminate And all his body o're is on a sweat Hence Turnus takes no breath from toiles most great But clammy drops of pichy sweat distill And all his tired joynts with fainting fill So that at last himself he headlong throws Into the river spight of all his foes VVhose flouds him friendly took and smoothly glide And set him safe with 's mates on th' other side An end of the nineth book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the tenth book The Gods convoke a parliament 'Bout mans affaires their cares are bent Rutulians do the fight maintain Aeneas now returns again Vnto his mates with ample aid On both sides fierce assaults are made In battell Turnus Pallas slayes And numbers dead about him layes But Juno snatcheth Turnus thence Endanger'd by his violence Aeneas with most Martiall might Doth with Mezentius fiercely fight Lausus his sonne him rescuing dies Mezentius self is slain likewise MEanwhile olympus day-light doores stand wide And now great Iove Gods sire and mans grave guide A councel calls in his stelliferous seat From whence he views vast earth and trenches great Of Trojans and the lofty Latines rout As i' th' two-gated hall they sate about Iove thus begins Great Gods what mean ye so Against your own decrees thus crosse to go VVhy strive ye partially against our fates I had forbidden Latium all debates Against the Trojans then vvhat discontent Is this thus rais'd 'gainst our commandement What fretfull feare does those or these incense To use their swords and shields with violence A time will come you need not call for it For just provoked battells farre more fit When as curst Carthage shall Rome sore infest And with her Alpean powers her much molest Then may your rage rush out with bloud embrew'd But now forbeare and kindely peace conclude Thus briefly Iove but golden Venus faire Replies more largely being full of care Great fire of mortalls and of Gods supernall The mightie moderatour wise eternall For but thy power what else may more be had Thou seest how Rutuls rage Turnus growes mad Amidst fierce troops of horse made proudly glad In his successefull warre the Trojans all Scarcely secure in their enclosing wall Nay even within their walls and trenches strong Their foes fight safely fiercely on them throng Making their ditches gore-bloud inundations Absent Aeneas of these desolations Utterly ignorant Ah shall they ever In strict besiegements restlessely persever And must their foes again spoile springing Troy Another Grecian armie them annoy And must a second Diomedes rise Against my Trojans Sure I think thine eyes Behold my wounds yet I thy heaven-born childe With mortall battells am still much turmoil'd But if without thy leave or fates consent To Italie they came as insolent Then let them smart and strip them of all aid But if they have the oracles obey'd VVhich Gods and ghosts unto them oft have given VVhy then hath any thus against them striven To crosse thy great decrees new fates to finde O why should I our fir'd fleet call to minde In Sicils shore or how that blustring king Did from Aeolia windes and tempests bring And painted ladie Iris forc'd from skies And now at last she made hells hags to rise For this way onely unattempted stay'd And to the heavens Alecto rise she made VVho on a sudden through all Italie Did madly rage and rouse up crueltie I 'm not much mov'd at 's empire that 's well ta'ne VVhiles fortune smil'd Whom thou wilt let him reigne But if thy froward wife no land can spare Unto my Trojans yet great father faire By Troyes yet smoaky cinders I thee pray Grant that my nephew my Ascanius may Survive in safety free from piercing arms As for Aeneas let him feel the harms Of unknown tossing waves and
Thy coach forsook'st and triptst up thine own heels Thus having said the coach in hand he takes Th' unhappie brother prostrate fall'ne down quakes Holds up his trembling hands thus does intreat Now by thy self and by thy parents great Who thee begat Troyes prince so great so good O spare thy suppliants life spill not his bloud O sir sayes he these words you us'd not late Die then let brothers brothers sociate Then with his sword his breast he opened wide And from 's hearts hollow caves his soule did glide Thus through the fields this Trojan victour made Great slaughters like fierce flouds which banks invade Or blustring windes so did he rage about Th'enclosed Trojans now also break out And leave their camps and young Ascanius brave VVith his green sparks them valiantly behave Though late in vain besieg'd Things resting so Iove of himself does to his Iuno go And thus sayes to her See my sister kinde And speciall spouse most gratefull to my minde Venus thou seest even as thou didst suppose Nor art deceiv'd supports thy Trojan foes Their boldest hearts strong hands nor patience stout VVarres woes t' endure could not alone hold out To whom thus humbly Iuno did reply Why O my Pheere most deare ah tell me why Dost thou my grieved heart more grieve which quakes And at thy bitter piercing words even akes O if thou lov'd'st me now as formerly If as 't were fit thou hadst first fervencie Great Iove thou this request wouldst grant to me My Turnus from the fight withdrawn to see That to his father Daunus him I might Safely restore But let him fall i' th' fight And be a pious prey to Trojans base Yet is he sprung from our celestiall race Pilumnus was his sire i' th' fourth descent Thine altars he with hand munificent And many gallant gifts enriched hath To whom olympus king thus briefly saith If thou desirest present deaths delay And the death-marked youths dire fall to stay And think'st I may the same procrastinate Let Turnus flie then from his present fate This onely distance must thy minde suffice But if thy prayers to higher hopes arise And that thou think'st he may be wholly freed From chance of warre or what fates have decreed May altered be thou but vain hopes dost feed To whom thus Iuno full of teares replies But what if Iove what he in words denies Would grant in heart and Tâ—rnus life make sure Now he most guiltlesse must hard hap endure Or I no truth do know but rather I Could wish thou wouldst my fond feare falsâ—fie And as thou canst convert all to the best Thus having now each way her votes exprest From heaven she forthwith flies to earth descends Storms flie before her clouds she 'bout her bends Thus through the aire to Trojan bands she flew And to th' Italian tents she nearer drew The Goddesse then in concave cloud did frame A forcelesse shade most thin to seem the same With brave Aeneas shape a most strange sight And fraught it faire with Trojan arms most bright A plumy helm fit for his sacred head A shield which his most nearely patterned Yea gives it windie words a senselesse sound And goodly gate like one walking profound Much like those shapes which walk they say being dead Or those fallacious dreams in snorting bed The frolick figure brags before the bands And Turnus tempts to shew the strength of 's hands And him with speech provokes whom Turnus straight Assails aloof and with represselesse hate A whisling dart casts at it instantly The shadow turns its back away doth flie Turnus supposing now Aeneas fled Nourisht vain hope which thus he uttered Aeneas whither fly'st thou do n't forsake Thy spouse betroth'd to whom thou vows didst make This hand of mine shall give thee lands so sought And thus he follows him in word as thought Brandishing his bright blade but could not finde How these vain joyes were but puffe toyes of winde As thus he past by chance a ship he spi'de To a rocks rigid bank most fitly ty'de Whereto a ladder for ascent did stand For a sea-voyage fitted out of hand In which Osinius king from Clusium came Aeneas fearfull figure in this same Cast it self quickly there it hidden lay Which Turnus following cuts off every stay Nimbly ascends the top scarce did he take Footing i' th' ship but Iuno quickly brake The fastning cable launcht the ship from shore Which with full sail into the ocean bore Meanwhile Aeneas with a bloudy fight Seeks up and down his foe thus out of sight And multitudes of men him meeting slayes But now the nimble shade no longer stayes Hid in its holes but vanisht into th' aire And when to th' midst o th' sea storms Turnus bare Ignorant of these things for 's life ingrate He looks about to th' heavens doth elevate After this manner both his hands and heart Almightie Iove deem'st thou it my desert To suffer such a shame a scourge so great Ah whither go I vvhence make I retreat What flight is this vvhom do I thus forsake Shall I not once more yet my self betake To Laurents walls and warres What now alas VVill to my troops of souldiers come to passe VVhich followed me in fight vvhom impious I Have left alone a thousand deaths to die For now me thinks I heare and see them all Dying and crying as they wounded fall VVhat shall I do vvhat land me live can swallow But oh ye windes do ye me rather follow VVith pitying puffs this Turnus does you pray VVith gladsome minde O cast this bark away On rocks or sands where Rutuls may not see Or tainted fame may never follow me Thus moaning up and down thoughts ebbe and flow What to resolve to do he does not know Or madly slay himself for such disgrace And in his corps his bloudy blade to case Or headlong into th' sea himself to cast And so by swimming to get land at last And landing to the Trojan troops to hie Thrice both these wayes he did attempt to trie And thrice great Iuno his attempts did hinder Pitying the young prince with indulgence tender Thus on he sails with prosperous winde and tide At last at 's father Daunus town did ' bide Meanwhile by Ioves advise Mezentius stout Comes forth to fight and Trojans all about Joyning in good successe does now invade The Trojan troops who to him joyntly made And all at once at one alone they flie Their hands and hate do this one man defie But he much like a rock 'gainst mightie waves Withstands the furie of windes bigge outbraves Layes ope his rigid fides'gainst billows great And all the rage that seas or skies can threat It self unmov'd remains he 's even so And Dolichaons sonne did overthrow Hebrus with whom he Latagus did slay And Palmus as he from him ran away But Latagus he with a stone most great Even with a mountains part his brains out beat Palmus his hammes and legs he cut off
quite And left him there to roule in piteous plight His arms he Lausus gave on 's back to beare And on his head his plumy helm to weare Phrygian Euantes Mimas Paris mate And Coaetanean he did ruinate Whom to Amycus milde Thebano bare Paris being born of Hecuba most faire Who dreamt she had a firebrand begot And he to die in 's countrey had the lot But Mimas ignorant of this his hap Did finde his grave here in Laurentums lap Now as a boare hunted from mountains high By barking biting dogs which long did lie Shelter'd in wide pine-bearing Vesulus And in Laurentums fields most copious Of wood-like reeds having been long time fed As soon as he 's i' th' nets intangled He stands and stares about his tusks does whet And fretting fiercely brissels up doth set Nor is it wit or worth for any there To be too busie to him to draw neare But off to stand and at him darts to throw And with loud clamorous shouts to tire him so So those that to Mezentius bare just spight Durst not come neare him hand to hand to fight But with their darts farre off and clamours shrill They him provoke the boare sits boldy still Gnashing with foamy chaps his tusks most keen And shaking off the darts from 's back is seen From Cerits ancient coasts came Acron stout A Grecian forc'd from 's countrey to flie out For breach of marriage whom when as remote Mezentius saw and seriously did note Amid'st the troops moving his mates to fiâ—ht Adorn'd with purple plumes and scarlet bright His kinde contracted spouses goodly gift Much like a hungry lion rambling swift About the mightie woods for so indeed Fierce hunger forceth madly to proceed If haply he some well-grown goat may spie Or bravely headed stagge that way to flie He gapes for joy his brissels rough erects Falls close unto the prey he so affects Washing his ravenous chaps in bloud luke-warm Thus thickest foes Mezentius fierce doth charm And quickly he unhappie Acron slayes And him with 's heels beating the ground he layes Low on the earth his bloudy speare unsplit But he Orodes flying scorn'd to hit Or smite to death by casting his strong dart And coward-like to wound him in 's back-part But he must meet his foes all face to face And man to man by dreadfull duells chase Not pleas'd with pilfering but with powerfull blows And thus he great Orodes overthrows His foot set on his corps his speare at 's heart A man of no small worth this warres best part His mates him following panegyricks sing And of his conquests make the aire to ring But he expiring ere quite dead thus said Proud conquerour thou shalt not passe unpaid Who e're thou art my death reveng'd shall be Nor shalt thou long from this revenge be free My fate thee follows thee these plains shall hold To whom Mezentius with a spirit bold Yet smilingly reply'de But thou shalt die But as for me Iove king of earth and skie Will see to me This said the speare he pulls Out of his corps then fatall rest him lulls Into a deadly sleep which clos'd his sight Shutting his eyes up in eternall night Stout Caedicus in fight slayes Alcath'us Sacrator kills Hidaspis Parthen'us And mightie Orsis do by Rapo die Messapus fierce slayes Clodius valiantly And Lyaconius and Ericates VVhom from his skittish jade fallen with small ease Unto the ground on foot a footman slew Then Lycian Agis hotly to them drew VVhom yet Valerius not a jot unfraught VVith sires connative noblenesse soon taught The way to 's grave Salius Atronius slayes Nealces nimble dart ends Salius dayes Nealces expert both at speare and dart And now like heavie hap was on each part And mightie Mars made equall funeralls Alike they fight alike catch fatall falls These conquer now anon are conquered But neither these nor those from foes have fled The Gods from Ioves high hall pity the plight Of both parts thus o'rewhelm'd with fruitlesse spight And tyr'd with troubles This way Venus faire Iuno looks that way with contrarious care Pale-peevish Tisiphon with frantick heat Doth rage and rave between the armies great And still Mezentius shakes his mightie lance And furiously does to the field advance Like great Orion when with staulking feet He walks moyst Nereus pools and flouds that fleet Slicing his wavy way whose shoulders white O're-top the streams or when he does delight Walking the woods a huge old oak to beare On mountains-tops his head to th' clouds to reare Even thus Mezentius to the armie goes Whom seen farre off Aeneas to oppose Prepares himself He dauntlessely doth stay Waiting his mightie foes approach that way In 's strength he stands watching the distance right Sufficient for his lances fatall flight Assist me now sayes he my right hand brave And brandisht lance none other Gods I have And here I vow the spoiles which I shall gain From this great theef Aeneas shall remain To thee brave Lausus as thy trophie due And with these words at him farre-off he threw A whistling speare which flying fierce did glance Upon his shield whence by unhappie chance It pierced Anthors noble breast and heart Anthor Alcides mate who would not part From king Euander once from Argos sent But made abode in Latines continent Unhappie he dy'd by anothers wound His eyes to th' skies he thinks on 's native ground Then brave Aeneas cast a dart at him Which flying pierc'd the hollow edge or brimme Of 's three-fold brazen arms with linen lin'd And through his treble bulls hides way did finde Or forced through into his groin most deep Nor could his strength the paining wound out keep Whereat Aeneas joy'd to see the bloud Of his proud foe draws out his fauchion good Which hung by 's side wherewith he furiously Assails his trembling foe which with quick eye As soon as Lausus sees due filiall love Doth in him for his sire much mourning move And brinish teares provoke Here cannot I In silence burie thy dire destinie And famous facts if future times will trust And credit what of him relate I must Most memorable youth Mezentius maim'd Unfit for fight the battell slow disclaim'd And in 's retreat the wounding speare he bare Sticking in 's shield Then straight the young man rare Steps in between i' th' midst maintains the fight And as Aeneas rais'd his hand to smite Lausus his sword crosse underneath it came And brake the force o' th' blow and stopt the same His mates him follow with a mightie shout And whiles the sire guarded by 's sonne got out They throw thick darts incense their foe to fight Aeneas frets hid under 's target bright And as black clouds pouring down showers of hail The lowns and plow-men all without all fail Scud from the fields apace themselves to hide With cunning tricks under some rivers side Or in some rocks deep hole whiles it doth rain That i' th' sun-shine they may to work
those also of noblest birth and bloud To shew our mindes and make conditions good And olive-boughs of peace to hold in hand And precious presents of our wealthie land And talents of good gold and ivorie A chaire of state and robe of majestie Rites of our realm Then let me heare I pray Your counsel our declining state to stay Then forenam'd wrathfull Drances whom deep spight And oblique envie at great Turnus hight Did vex with bitter bites most rich in state Richer in words but warres to animate Most cold and cowardly yet held to be For solid counsel in a prime degree A seedsman of dissension puft with pride Of his nobilitie by th'mothers side His fathers stock unknown he up does rise Thus poures out words and puts in enmities Good king thou counsellest things throughly known Such as will want best suffrages of none Such as even all do know they feel and finde But what they wish they winde up close in minde Let him then give me libertie to speak Let him lay by his pride whose dealings weak If not most wicked and unhappie deeds For though he death and danger threat I needs Must speak my minde so many peeres have slain And all our citie made in teares complain And whiles that he assayes scarcely assails The Trojan trenches and us therein fails Trusting his heels thrusting all else in arms Even frighting heaven and earth with fierce alarms Let one thing more be added I thee pray To all those gifts which thou to send didst say Adde this one more great king Let not the heat Of any's rage make thee from this retreat But give thy daughter to conclude all strife To such a sonne most worthy such a wife Thus mayst thou tie this peace with endlesse bands But if thy heart on feare and trembling stands We 'le him intreat and for this to him sue To yeeld our king his right our state its due And why shouldst thou so oftentimes expose Our wretched natives to such certain woes Thou head and heart of Latiums miserie Even thou O Turnus no securitie Can be in battells therefore peace we crave Therefore we all firm pledge of peace would have I first whom thou indeed doâ—t think thy foe And much I care not if I sure be so I humbly pray thee pitie our poore plight Doffe thy high thoughts be gone since put to flight For we have seen too many bodies slain Too many and too great lands spoil'd and ta'ne But if thee fame so spurre strength so incite If in the princesse thou so much delight Venture thy self to combate with thy foe That Turnus may a queen for 's wife get so We pessants unbewail'd unburied train About the fields will silently remain Thou then if any Martiall spirit thou have Shew it 'gainst him who now does thee out-brave This speech young Tâ—rnus rage exasperatâ—s He sighs and then these words evaporateâ— Drances thou ever drayn'st out flouds of words Even then when there 's farre greater need of swords Thou wilt be foremost at a parliament But talk is not for court convenient Which thou being safe with full mouth from thee flies While there 's a wall 'twixt thee and th' enemies And whiles with bloud dikes do not overflow Thunder as 't is thy wont with babling so And taunt and tax me then of cowardize When Drances also hath heapt in a trice So many Trojan bodies by him slain And bravely can the field about maintain Triumphant with rich trophies Then thou mayst Thy vigorous valour trie if ought thou hast Nor needst thou look farre off to finde thy foes They stand about us and our walls enclose Let 's out against them why dost thou delay What wilt thou still Mars in thy mouth display Or in those heels of thine flying like winde Did I e're flie O thou of most base minde Can any truely tax me so whose blade With Trojan bloud Tyber o'râ—flow hath made Who ruined have Euanders stock and state And strongly did th' Arcadians denudate Of all their arms Bitias and Pandarus Though e're so strong I think ne're found it thus And all those mulâ—itudes whom in one day Clos'd in their town and hedg'd in every way I to black Tartar sent victoriously In war-fare sure there is no safetie But frantick fool go sing thy slanderous song To Troyes Aeneas it does best belong To him and thy base state Proceed then still All things with thy most impious feares to fill Extoll the strength of a twice vanquisht nation And make on th' other side vile valuation Of Latines powers And now it must be said That Greeks great peeres of Trojans are afraid And Diomedes and Achilles stout And that Aufidus fierce turns back in doubt Into the Adriatick sea to fall This arts-master of lies and envious gall Feignes himself fearfull all because of me My fault must by his feare imbittered be But feare not fool such base bloud ne're shall stain This hand of mine safe to thy self remain But now to thee great fire and thine affaires I glad return If in our coasts and cares And future force all hope be past and spent If so forlorn for one poore hard event If one repulse hath us quite ruinated And fortune never can be restaurated Let 's then pray peace in submisse trembling feare Though O I wish there yet some reliques were Of wonted valour O 'bove all the rest I him admire most fortunate and blest For all his toiles for his renowned might In that he liv'd not of these woes t' have fight He bravely stoopt to death fear'd not his wound But dying conquer'd when he bit the ground But if we have both wealth and worth and hearts Unstain'd with cowardize to flie from darts If Latiums towns and people can bring aid If Trojans pride hath been with much bloud paid And that their slain and warre-tempestuous showers Have if not more been equall full with ours Why faint we at the first i' th' doore fall dead Why for th' alarm seem we thus basely fled Much toile and times various vicissitude Mans mutable estate do oft conclude In sweet content Fortune re-smiles on them Whom she before threw from a diadem Will neither Greeks nor Arpians us aid But yet Messapus will he 's not afraid Nor fortunate Tolumnius that brave king Nor all those lords which mightie troops do bring Nor is 't a petty praise to have choice bands From Italie and stout Laurentums lands Then from the nation of the Volscians brave The princesse rare Camilla faire we have Leading her troops of horse in armour bright But if with me alone Trojans would fight If this will please if I alone withstand The publicke good I ne're yet found this hand So void of victorie that I should e're For so great hope the greatest task forbeare I full of courage will my foe go finde And though he had Achilles mightie minde And had such arms as he by Vulcan drest Yet I even Turnus equall to
to 's thighs The ladie him no sooner thus espies But either that she might her temple grace And Trojan armour hang in speciall place Or cloath her self in captive cloaths of gold This hot-spurr'd huntresse greedily blindfold Through all the fight follows him eagerly And fir'd with feminine aviditie And longing lust of that rich spoile and prey Aruns who long in watchfull ambush lay At last layes hold of fit time offered And casts his dart and these votes uttered Great Iove and thou Soracte's grave Apollo Whom chiefly we with sacrifices follow To whom a pile of oylie pines still flame And we assisted by thy sacred name Through midst of flames can walk and passe most free Yea even bare-footed yet unhurt are we O grant great Iove my weapon may wipe out Our foule disgrace too long thus born about No trophies from the damsell I desire No prey nor spoiles in conquest I require By other facts I will advance my fame So I may but subdue this pest'lent shame I passe not though I passe ingloriously Unto my home and honourlesse there die Apollo partly his request respects Partly as airie stuffe he it rejects He grants Camilla by dire death shall die But his return safe home he does denie And these his words like windes he made to flie Wherefore as soon as e're the whisling lance Flung from his hand did through the aire advance The eyes and thoughts of all the hoast throughout Towards the Volscian queen were cast about But she nor aire nor sound nor singing dart Heard or regarded till it pierc'd her heart Untill the speare on her sear'd breast fast lights And drunk with damsells bloud her heart it smites Her maiden-mates made all about her straight To stay their falling queen in dying state But Aruns chiefly makes away with speed In whom much feare mixt with much joy doth breed Nor longer durst he linger more to trie The damsells dart and speare but fast doth flie And like a wolf who ere the adverse darts Do him assault fearfully flies and starts And hides himself in uncouth mountains high Some shepherd by him slain most ravenously â—r some brave bullock conscious of the deed Does with the tail between his legs proceed And haste into the woods with feare and fright So Aruns full of feare gets out of sight Well pleas'd with flight him in the armie hides The dying queen the speare which in her ' bides Strives to pluck out but in her bones and breast The steely weapon fast did stick and rest She wanting bloud sinks down her dying eyes Shut down their lids her red which beautifies Late cherry cheeks is lost With dying voice To Acca one of her chief maids of choice Whom 'fore the rest for her fidelity Camilla us'd in deep anxiety With her her sorrows to communicate Thus she her minde doth dying demonstrate Hitherto sister Acca I was able But now my mortall wound doth me disable All things me thinks 'bout me seem dark and dim Haste hence to Turnus and relate to him My last advise wish him in any case To come to th' fight Trojans from 's town to chase And now farewell And with those words her rein Fell from her hand and with her wounds great pain She fiercely falls to ground then by degrees Her corps all naturall heat doth softly leese And so growes cold and then her limber neck Le ts loose her helplesse head to bow and beck And from her hands her weapons letting fall With a great groan her strugling soule withall Flies to the seat of soules Then instantly A wondrous clamour clambers up to th' skie Camilla thus cast down more bloudy growes The furious fight and thick the confluence flowes Of Trojan and of Tuscane captains stout And of Euanders brave Arcadian rout Meanwhile faire Ops Diana's maid sate high Mounted upon a mount undauntedly To view the fight As she among the sparks Furiously fighting sees farre off and marks Camilla most unworthily thus slain A hearty sigh these words pump out amain Too deare alas faire ladie ah too deare Thou now hast paid by cruell death laid here By warre thus labouring Trojans to provoke In vain thou wor'st in woods Diana's yoke In vain thou didst our shafts and quiver weare Yet no disgrace faire queen there shall appeare In this thy death nor shall it without praise Passe through the world Fame thee reveng'd shall blaze For whosoe're thy corps thus violated Shall surely be by death retaliated Under a steepie hill there was the grave Of king Dercennus rais'd aloft most brave With heaps of earth from ancient Laurent ta'ne Cover'd with oaken boughs and branches main Here the faire nymph first swiftly did alight And from this hill on Aruns cast her sight Whom spying richly arm'd puft up with pride Why fly'st thou hence sayes she and turn'st aside Make this thy way come hither to thy bane Take thy just guerdion for Camilla slain Shalt not thou by Diana's dart now die And at these words like Thracian huntresse high From her gilt quiver she a sharp shaft takes And fiercely bends her bow and fitly makes The nock stand to the string so strong she drew That both the horn-ends meet out swiftly flew The shaft from both her hands Aruns at last Heare 's the darts din as through the aire it past The steel stuck in his breast he gasping lay His mates unmindefull of him gone away Left him expiring in an unknown ground Ops for Olympus with her wings is bound Lady Camilla slain her left wing first Flies fast away their faire array quite burst The routed Rutuls run Atinas flies Their ensignes lost by captains cowâ—rdize Seeking for shelter horsemen haste to th' town The Trojans fierce by death do all beat down None them withstands none can their darts resist Foes unbent bows fall from their fainting fist Flying horse-hoofs shake the bemired fields The way to th' town rais'd-clouds of thick dust yeelds Wives from the walls behold it beat their breast Womanish cries to th' skies their woes exprest And those which first by flight got ope the gate Promiscuous might of foes doth perturbate Nor scape they bitter death even at the doore And at their house and homes they gasp in gore Some shut the gates shut out their mates for feare And though they pray to ope are forc'd forbeare A mightie slaughter here defendance found And fierce assailants finde their fatall wound And some shut out 'fore weeping parents eye Constrain'd run headlong into th' ditch and die Some fury-blinded set spurres to their horse And headlong butt the barres and gates by force The women on the walls made so fierce fight When dead Camilla came into their sight Such to their countrey was their zeal and love That fearfull fast they fling darts from above And steely staves of oak â—peares burnt at th' end Fearlesse to die their countrey to defend Meanwhile a message sad as bad flies out Which in the woods fills Turnus heart