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
to be seen Menalcas My flame Amyntas courts me oft alone Nor to our dogs is Delia better known Dametas Guifts for my love I have and by my search I know the place where her swift Pigeons perch Menalcas Such as I had red Apples half a score The youth I sent to morrow I le send more Dametas What words to us did Galatea say You winds a part unto the Gods convey Menalcas That thou not scorn'st me am I better yet If whil'st thou hunt'st wilde Boars I keep the net Dametas Phyllis Iolas send my birth-day 't is Thy self come when for fruit I sacrifice Menalcas Her I lov'd best for tears she parting shed And long farewel farewel faire Iolas said Dametas Stern Wolves the Stals windes trees ripe fruit the showers Me Amaryllis ruines if she lowrs Menalcas Soft dew the corne low shrubs the weaned kids Small sallow Goats but me Amyntas feeds Dametas Pollio though she be rustick loves our muse A Calfe you Muses for your reader choose Menalcas Pollio makes verses let a Bull be fed That strikes with bornes with feet the sand doth spread Dametas To joyes like thine who loves thee Pollio come For him flowes honey thorns bear Amomum Menalcas Who hates not Bavius may love Maevius notes The same may Foxes joyn and milk he Goats Dametas Fly who cull flowers and earth-born strawberies For in the grass a cold Snake hidden lies Menalcas Lead home the Ewes least heat their milk detain And you as lately press the teat in vain Dametas How poor my Bull is in a fertile field One love the herd and the herds Lord hath kil'd Menalcas Sure love is not the cause see how they shew Nor what eye witch't my tender Lambs I know Dametas Say and my great Apollo be what shore The Skie extends three fathomes and no more Menalcas Say in what Land the names of Princes signe The springing flowrs and Phyllis shall be thine Palamon T is not in us this difference to compose You both deserve the praise and each who knowes Or fears sweet love or hath the bitter tride Swaines shut your Springs the Meads are satisfi'de The fourth Eclog. Pollio THE ARGUMENT Here Sibill is appli'de to Pollio's son Her Prophesies his Gnethliacon But Christs birth he by happie error sings The Prince of Poets crowns the King of Kings SIcilian Muses sing we one note higher All like not tamarisk nor the humble brier If Woods we sing Woods worthy Consuls be Last times are come Cumea's Prophesie And times great order now again is borne The maid returns Saturnian Realms returne Now from high Heaven springs a new Progenie To th' infant chaste Lucina favouring be Who ending iron ages through all Lands Shall golden plant thy Phoebus now commands Thou childe being Consul Pollio shall possess This Fame of th' Age great moneths themselves address If any prints of our old vice remain'd By thee they r void and fear shall leave the Land He a Gods life shall take with Gods shall see Mixt Heroes and himself their object be Rule with paternal power th' appeased earth Which shall to thee sweet childe undrest bring forth Berries wilde Ivie and shall pay first fruits Of mixt Acanthus with Egyptian roots The Goats themselves shall home full udders bear Nor shall the herds the mighty Lyons fear Flowers shall thy cradle sprout the Serpent shall And the deceitfull herb of venome fall In each place Roses of Assyria grow As soon as thou the Heroes fame shalt know And thy Sires acts vertue thy self attain The fields shall mellow wax with golden grain The blushing Grape shall hang on thorns unset And boystrous Oke with dewy hony sweat Some steps of ancient fraud shall yet be found Thetis to tempt with ships and to surround Cities with walls bids earth in furrows tear A second Typhis a new Argo bear Choice Heroes and another war imploy Again a great Achilles sent to Troy Here when full years shall make thee perfect man The Saylor shall forsake the Ocean Nor Navigable Pines shall trafick ware But each part of the world shall all things bear Nor Earth feel harrows nor the Vine the hook Nor shall his Steers the rustick tiller yoak Nor Wooll with various colours shall deceive But in the medows Rams shall skarlet have And changing sometimes golden fleeces wear And feeding Lambs shall native purple bear The Fates conspiring with eternall dome Said to their Spindle Let such ages come Attempt great honours for the time draws near Dear race of Gods great stock of Jupiter Behold the world shakes on its pondrous axe See earth and heavens immense and th' Ocean tracts How all things at th' approaching age rejoyce Oh that my life would last so long and voyce As would suffice thy actions to rehearse Not Orpheus then shall vanquish me in Verse Nor Linus though their parents present be Phoebus got this and that Calliope Should Pan with me strive by Arcadias dome Although a God Pan should be overcome Begin sweet childe with smiles thy mother know Who ten long moneths did with thy burthen go Sweet childe begin cheer'd by no parents look To 's board no God t' her bed no goddess took The fifth Eclog. Daphnis THE ARGUMENT Since Kings as common Fathers cherish all Subjects like children should lament their fall But learned men of grief should have more sense When violent death seizes a gracious Prince Menalcas Mopsus Menalcas MAy we not Mopsus both being skilfull met Thou on small Pipes to play I verse repeat Here amongst Elms commix'd with hazels sit Mopsus Thou eldest art whom me t' obey is fit Whether to trembling shades light Zephyrs wave We goe or take some Grot See how you Cave Hath from wilde spreading Vines a Canopie Menalcas In our hills only Amintas strive with thee Mopsus What if t' excell Phoebus in song he aimes Menalcas Say Mopsus if thou hast or Phyllis flames Or Alcons praise or Codrus brawles begin And Tityrus shall thy feeding Kids keep in Mopsus I le trie those strains on the green Beech I wrot And with alternate change did warbling note Then boldly bid Amyntas strive with me Menalcas As the bright Olive stains the sallow tree As blushing Roses humble Lavender So thee before Amyntas we prefer Dear Swaine no more here is the caves descent Mopsus The Nymphs lost Daphnis funerall did lament Witness you Hazels Nymphs and purling streams VVhen the sad mother raiz'd the mangled limbs Of her dear son Gods stars she cruel calls Not any then oh Daphnis from their stalls The Cattell drove to cooling Springs the flood No herd did tast nor touch'd sweet grass for food Rough hils and Groves with echoes did resound Daphnis thy death and Lybian Lyons gron'de Daphnis Armenian Tygers first conjoyn'd In 's Chariot and to Bacchus rites design'd Did trembling Spears with gentle leaves combine As Vines the woods adorne as Grapes the Vine As Males the herds as Corne the fertill field Thou thine didst grace when thou
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
feet the hard ground often beats His ears now hang and faint with troubled sweats Which neere their death growes cold their skins are drie And to be handled roughly do comply To burning eyes short breathings grant no rest Sometimes they grone and deeply from their brest Fetch a sad sigh blood from their nostrils flowes And in lank jawes their tongue now rougher grows To drench them with a horne of wine be sure For to them dying this the only cure Sometimes it kils for thus refresh'd they burn God bless good men on bad this errour turn With greater rage and as cold death draws neer With cruell teeth they their own members tear The smoking Oxe is taken at the Plow And from his mouth blood mix't with fome doth flow Groning his last whil'st the sad Plowman here Unyoaks mourning his brothers death The steer And mid'st his work the Plow leaves in the field Nor shady groves nor soft meads pleasure yield Nor streams which through the vales from mountains glide And are more cleer then crystall purisi de His sides grown lank darknes his eyes o're spread And to the ground falls on his drooping head What availes toyle or profit what to turne Th' unwilling gleab These not with rich wine burn Nor surfets at high banquets taint their blood But leaves and simple herbage are their food They drink pure fountains and the running streams Nor vexing care disturbs their healthy dreams Then only in those Realms as fame hath taught The Cattell were for Juno's offering sought And unmatch'd steers her Chariot did convey To the high places where they honors pay The Earth they dig themselves and set the corne Nor from the mountains with their own neck scorn To draw the groning Car. No woolf did plot By stratagem to take some wealthy coat Nor walks nocturnall rounds about the sheep A cruel sickness him at home did keep And now the nimble Buck and timerous Doe Amongst the Dogs about the houses goe And then the Oceans numerous race and all Those kinds that boast from thence originall Wash'd with the floods as shipwrack'd bodies come To shore and Sea-calves up fresh rivers swoom No lurking hole the viper now availes Nor dreadfull Serpents with erected scales Nor safety from sweet air could birds receive But falling in the Clouds their spirits leave All Arts now harme the wise Physitions faile Chyron Melampus know not what they aile Pale Tisiphon rages sent from Stygian shades In open light and fear and sickness leads Her greedie jawes by day rais'd high from ground The Rivers hils and sandie banks resound With bleating flocks and loud complaining steers And carcasses in mighty heaps she rears Whole flocks she kills with gore the stalls are drown'd Till they had learn't to lay them in the ground Their skins unusefull water could not rense Their bowels nor the fire their entrails cleanse Nor shear for the disease their fleeces full Of filthiness Nor touch the tainted wooll And those durst wear the loathsome garments get Inflamed Carbuncles a clamie sweat Seiseth their noysome limbs and in few hours Th' infected bodies sacred fire devours THE FOVRTH BOOK OF Virgil's GEORGICKS THE ARGUMENT How for the Bees fit stations to contrive Of what and how to build the stately hive In setling Realms they oft divided are And for their Kings contend in mighty war Their Diet Customs Laws and Chastity Their toyle and rest they winds and rain foresee Their stocks their age and Loyalty to Kings What their invention to perfection brings What cures against Diseases to afford And how th' whole Nation lost may be restor'd I 'Le to Aetheriall honey next proceed Heavens choicest gift this too Maecenas reade Wonders admir'd to thee of lowly things In order their whole stocks magnanimous Kings Wars labours manners Nations I 'le recite Slight is the theame but not the glory slight If pleas'd powers grant and cal'd Apollo heare First for thy bees seek a fit station where No winds approach for them each gale forbids To bring home food Nor sheep and wanton Kids Tread down the grasse or heifers shake the dewes VVandring the plaines and tender herbage bruise Thence speckled Lizards with pide shoulders drive Woodpecks and other birds from the rich hive And Progne who a bloodie hand did smeare For all things these devast in their mouthes bear The winged Bee sweet food to cruell nests Let Springs be neer and Lakes green mosse invests And a pure river gliding through the mead Where Palme their gates and branching Olive shade That when new Kings shall forth their Colonies bring And youth drawn out sport in the wanton spring The neighbouring banks may them from heat invite And willing trees with courteous boughes delight Amidst whether the water stand or runs Lay twigs a crosse and cast in mighty stones That they on many bridges safe may stand And to the warming sun their wings expand VVhen stormy Eurus hath them tardy found And scatter'd or indanger'd to have drown'd Let verdant Cassia round about them dwell And Betonie which gives so large a smell And of sweet-breathing Succorie store be set And let them drink the dewes of Violet VVhether of hollow bark thou dost contrive Or else with limber twigs compose the hive Make straight the gate for cold congeales the wax And heat by melting doth again relax Both which extreams the Bees alike do fear Nor they in vain those breathing cranies smear Of their low roofs with wax indevouring still Th' edges with balme and pleasant flowrs to fill And for this use a glue they gather which Excels all bird-lime and Idaean pitch Oft in deep Caves if fame a truth report Low underneath they vault their waxen Court And oft discover'd in a hollow Rock Or in the bellie of an aged Oke But thou their roomes with clay well-temper'd seel And with leaves cover that no cold they feel About their Court let no Yewes grow nor bake The fiery crab nor trust too deep a Lake Or where bad smels or hollow Rocks resound And angrie echoes of the voyce rebound Next when bright Sol makes winter to retreat Behinde the Earth and opens Heaven with heat Straight they draw out and wander Groves and woods Reap purple flowres and taste the crystall floods By what instinct I know not then they flie To their own Courts and their dear progenie Next with great Art their waxen Cels contrive And the elaborated honey stive But when thou seest a troup aspiring flie Drawn from their winter quarters through the skie And curious hast with admiration spide A sable Cloud through crystall Sphears to glide Then to sweet springs and pleasant shades they goe Here oderous flowres and beaten Milfoyle strow With honey Suckles make a brazen sound And beat the Cymbals of the Goddess round They on charm'd boughs will stay or else retreat As is the custome to their parents seat But if they draw to battell oft between Two Kings great discord and sad wars have been
Medians more their Prince obey Whil'st their King lives they all agree in one But dead the publick faith is overthrown They make the Common wealth a spoyle and rend Their Waxen Realms his life did all defend They honour him and with a martiall sound Circle about and strongly guard him round Bear on their back twix'd him and death they stood And purchas'd noble funerals with their blood From these examples some there are maintain That Bees derive from a celestiall strain And heavenly race they say the Deity Is mix'd through earth the Sea and lofty skie Hence men and beasts both wilde and tame derive And what so ere by breathing air survive To this they after are dissolv'd and then Return'd assume first Principles agen Nor is there place for death their spirits fly To the great stars and plant the lofty skie But if their narrow Courts thou mean'st to spoyle And seiz the treasure of the honey pile Water with silence in their chambers spout And with your hand extended smoke them out Twice they swarme yearly twice a large increase Their harvest brings first when the Pleiades Her sacred brow above the earth doth shoot And spurnes the scorned Ocean with her foot Or when that star from watery signes retires And sad in stormy waves conceases her fires But when incens'd their anger knows no mean For if you hurt them they inspire a bane And in the bodie fix'd their Javelins leave And where they give the wound their death receive But fear'st thou cruell winter and wouldst spare Pittying their broken mindes and sad affair Who doubts to cut them wax and to persume With thyme for oft base Lizards spoyle the coomb And the blinde Beetle wasts the precious hoard â—â—nd Drones free-quartered at anothers board Or cruell Wasps charge with unequalâ— arms Or the Moths eating generation harmes Or else Minerva's hatefull Spider sets About their Pallace gates intangling nets How much by fortune they exhausted are So much they strive their ruines to repair Of their falne Nation and they fill th' Exchange Adorning with the choicest flowrs their grange But if since Bees know our calamities Their bodies languish in a sad disease Which thou by signes to manifest mayst know Their looks are chang'd and their dejected brow Paleness deforms when they to shades descend In order wofull funerals they attend Or else they mourn lingering about the dore Or in their chambers privately deplore Till they with hunger and stiffe cold grow numb Then sadder notes are heard a dolefull hum As when rough Auster murmurs through the woods Or as loud waves rore with incensed floods Or dreadfull flames rage pent in furnaces To burn Galbanian odour I 'le advise And bring the mourners honey in a cane T' intice the wretches to known food again Juice of Oke-apples mix'd with Roses dride And richest wine with fire well purifi'de To these Cecropian thyme and Centaurie joyne And grapes which dangle on th' Psythian vine There is a flower which grows in meadow ground Swaines call Amello easie to be found Which golden like a mighty grove doth sprout But the thick leaves that shade it round about Are clad in purple which the Altars oft Imbraceth with sweet wreathes and garlands soft Sharp in the taste wise Shepherds gather them In flowrie vales neer Mellas sacred stream The root of these they mix with Bacchus blood And at their gates leave plenty of this food But should the whole stock faile not one remain From whom they should derive their house again Th' Arcadians rare invention we must here Remember who with blood of a slaine steer Oft Bees restor'd I will recount it all And tell the story from th' originall Where happy people plant Canopus soyl And dwell neer spreading streams of flowing Nile And through their Countrey painted vessels rowes And where the stream from the tan'd Indian flowes Which borders nigh the quiver'd Persian land And verdant Aegypt mailes with fruitfull sand Then spreading doth in seven large channels part These Nations all are confident in this art First take a little place for that use chose Then tile it and with narrow wals inclose And let there be four windows next design'd With oblique lights made from each severall winde Then take a steer grac'd with a branching top Of two year old his breath and nostrils stop And whil'st he struggles him with beating kill That the sound hide his dissolv'd bowels fill Thus dead they leave it shut and under lay Green branches thyme and freshest Cassia This must be done when Zephire calms the main Before the Meads blush with new flowrs again Ere her high nest the chattering Swallow makes Whilst in young bones the cherish'd humour takes Then moving Creatures wonderous to behold First without feet then sounding wings unfold Then boldly by degrees to heaven they tower And sallie forth thick as a summer showre Or as a cloud of arrows in their flight When the bold Parthians are ingag'd in fight What God ô Muse this strange art did invent From whence had man this new experiment When Aristhaeus left sweet Tempe's coast His Bees by famine and diseases lost Sad standing at the sacred fountains head Complaining much he to his mother said Mother Cyrene who commands these floods Why me the noble offspring of the Gods If Phoebus is my Sire as you declare Bor'st thou the scorne of Fate where is your care Thou gav'st me hope that I in heaven should reign But now those honours mortall life sustain Of corne and herds got by such toyle and care I now must loose though you my Mother are Goe and my fertile groves thy self annoy And burn my stalls with fire my corne destroy Hew down and spoyle my vinyards if to thee So grievous are those honours granted me Under the streams soft bed his Mother heard Whil'st round her Nymphs Milesian wool did card Staind with rich green Drimo and Xantho faire Philodoce and Ligea their bright haire Upon their snowie necks dishevel'd lay Spio Nisaee Cymodoce and Thalia Lycorias Cydipe a virgine one The other had pangs of Lucina known Clio and Beroe both to th' Ocean borne VVhom gold and curious mantles did adorne Ephyre and Ophis Asian Diope And Arethusa swift her arms laid by Amongst these Climene did vain cares relate Of Vulcan those sweet thefts and Mars deceit Gods many loves from Chaos did rehearse VVhil'st they their soft webs ply pleas'd with the verse Aristaeus grief then pierc'd his mothers ear All on their crystall seats amazed were But Arethusa first her golden head Advancing from a swelling billow said Dear sister not in vain we troubled are VVith such a sad complaint thy chiefest care Poore Aristaeus at his fathers streams Stands weeping and thy cruelty condemns Then said his mother struck with suddain fear Hast hast and shew him in he may repair To the Gods Court then bids the waves divide To make her Son a passage on each side Billows like Mountains stand then she receives
falsly the Greeks accus'd And by strange law because he war refus'd Condemn'd to die and him now dead lament Hither at first me my poore father sent In arms with him companion neere of blood Whilst safe he was at home and his realms stood By counsell we bore also name and state But afterward by slie Ulysses hate I speak things known he to the pale shades went Griev'd I my life in woe and darknesse spent And mourn'd alone losse of my injur'd friend Nor soolish held my tongue what chance attend If native Greece I ere touch conqueror I vow'd revenge with words sharp malice stir Hence my first woes hence Ithacâ—s gave out New crimes to fright spreads ' mongst the vulgar rout Ambiguous words conscious plots new designes Nor rests till Chalcas in his project joynes Why triviall things recount I thus in vain Wherefore delay if all the Graecian strain You in one listesteem enough is told Now let me suffer this Ulysses would This with much treasure would Atrides buy Then we grow earnest to know how or why Of such plots ignorant and Pelasgian art Who trembling thus proceeds with feigned heart To raise their siege the Graecians oft desir'd And Troy forsake by flight with long war tir'd And would they had whom ready storms at Sea Did oft shut in and rough winds terrifie But more since we with ample beams did forme This horse all heaven did thunder vvith a storme Perplex'd to th' Oracle Euryphilus We sent who these sad answers brought to us The winds you first appeas'd with virgin blood When first for Trojan shores you Grecians stood With blood you must and a Greeke sacrifice Gain your return When through the Camp this flies Amazed through their bones shot trembling feare Whom Phoebus meant for whom such fates prepare Ulysses here with great stir mid'st the bands From Prophet Calchas asks the Gods Commands Th'artists dire plot many did to me Foretell and wisely did the event foresee Silent ten dayes he cunning did refuse Any to name and the sad Victime choose At last forc'd by Ulysses clamors he Breaks silence and to th' altars destins me They all assent what each himself did feare Turn'd to the ruine of one wretch they beare Now came the fatall day rites are design'd Salt fruit they bring my browes with garlands bind I grant I broke my bonds fcapt death by flight And hid with reeds in a foule lake all night I lay till they set saile if so they would No hope is left my Country to behold Sweet Children or deare father now which may For my escape be cal'd sad mulcts to pay And my crime expiat with their own death You by the gods by sacred truth by faith Inviolate I pray if any be ' Mongst mortalls yet pitty my miserie Pitty a wretch so great injustice beares We grant both life and pitty to his teares And Priam first his mannacles to ease And chains Commands and courteously said these Who ere thou art forget the Graecians gone Thou shalt be ours but now these truths make known Why plac'd they this huge horse who authours are What would they sacred i' st or worke of war Then skil'd in arts and Graecian treacheries His hands unbound he raiseth to the skies Eternall fires you powers from violence free Altars dire swords I scap'd my witnesse be And the Gods wreaths which me your offering crown'd Now from our sacred oath I am unbound Now I may hate the Greeks and all things hid Disclose nor hath our Countreys lawes forbid If thou keep promise if thou Troy prove true If truths if great things I repay to you The Greeks chiefe hopes and confidence was laid Since first this war begun in Pallas aid But since that impious Diomed conjoyn'd With Ithacus who all curst plots design'd Fatall Palladium from the sacred fane Entring they snatch'd the high towers warders flaine Tooke the blest image and with bloody hand Rudely the virgin fillets then prophan'd The Graecian hopes ran backward and declind Broken their strength a verse the Goddesse mind Nor gave she fignes by doubtfull prodigies Scarce plac'd within our campe her burning eyes Shine with bright flames and from her body flows Salt sweat and wondrous thrice from ground she rose Bearing her target and her trembling speare Calchas cries streight to Sea they must repaire Nor Graecian arms should conquer Troy unlesse The Omens and the Power return to Greece Which they with them to Sea in vast keels brought Native Micene now with faire winds is sought Arms Gods and friends prepar'd remeasuring Seas Soone they returne thus Calchas ordered these This being advis'd they for Palladium left For th'injur'd Power to expiate the theft This mighty frame Calchas bid reare so high And ribd with oke commands to touch the skie Lest it within your ports or walls attaine Lest her old love it should your Nation gaine But if Minerva's gift you violate Great woes which may the Gods on them translate The Phrygians shall and Priams Realms attend But by your hands if this your feats ascend Asia ' gainst Greece shall mighty wars maintaine And for our off-spring shall those fates remaine Thus perjur'd Sinons craft beliefe prepares And vanquish'd those with fraud and feigned tears Whom neither Diomed Achilles nor A thousand Ships could tame nor ten years war But now a chance fell out of greater dread And their distracted minds astonish'd In stead of Neptunes priest the annuall due A bull Laocoon at the Altar slew Behold from Tenidos two huge Serpents came I shake to mention through calme Seas they swam And took the deep to shore at once they bend Their breasts erected bloody necks extend Above the floods their sterns divide the maine Winding long backs with a voluminous traine The fomie brine resounds to shore they came Their burning eyes speckled with blood and flame And bissing mouths lick with a brandish'd tongue Pale at the sight we fly they march along Laocom seeke and first the slonder wast Of his two Sons the winding Snakes imbrac'd And on the childrens wretched members fed Next him for aide with weapons furnished They seiz'd bind with huge spires and now twice could About his waste twicescaly backs infold His neck above his head tall creasts they reare With both his hands he strives those knots to teare And with foule blood and gore his garlands dies And to the Stars at once rais'd horrid cries So rores a hurt Bull having Altars fled And the incertain axe shooke from his head But the two Serpents to the high Fane went And crawling to sterne Pallas temple bent Under the Goddesse feet and targe hide Then through our trembling breasts strange terrors glide The Trojans say Laocoon had his due Who at the sacred Oke his javlin threw And at the side did cast an impious speare All cry to sacred seats the image beare And on the Goddesse call We break our Rampiers and our Walls divide All ply the worke cords to the neck
are tide Wheeles to the feet the fatall frame aspires Pregnant with arms boyes virgins round in Quires Chaunt sacred hymns and touch the ropes with joy It goes and inennacing it enters Troy O Country Troy where Gods once masions found And O you Dardan walls in war renound Foure times in th'entrance of the gates it hung Foure times within the clash of harnesse rung Yet we blind senselesse draw with all our power The unhappy monster to the sacred tower Cassandra then these future fates foretold Whom Trojans ne're believ'd so Phoebus would Poore we to whom that day must be the last Each where with festive bows the temples grac'd But now the heavens were turn'd night rose from Seas Shading earth skies and Grecian treacheries Trojans dispearc'd lay silent on the walls And deep sleep on their wearie bodies falls And now in Ships prepar'd the Argive band From Tenedos saile and steere the well-known strand Following by friendly silence of the Moone The Admiralls light Synon forewarnd as soone Sav'd by ill fates frees from a dore of Pines The Greeks inclos'd whom now the horse resignes To the fresh aire glad from the hollow oke Tisandrus Sthenelus fierce Ulysses broke Athamas Thoas Pyrrhus Machaon And Menelaus by long ropes slide downe With Epeus who the engine did designe Th'invade the town buried in sleep and wine The watch was slain and they by open gates Receive their friends and joyn to their known mates It was the time first sleep the weary soule Possest and heavens best gift on mortalls stole Behold most sadly Hector then appears To me in sleep shedding abundant tears Drag'd at a chariot black with bloody dust As e'rst and through his swoln feet reines were thrust Ah! how much chang'd how from that Hector whom Achilles spoyles once grac'd returning home Or darting Phrygian fire on th' Argive Fleet. Squallid his beard his haire with blood concrete Bearing those wounds those many ne're Troys wall He had receiv'd weeping I seeme to call The man and thus sad speeches did commence O Dardan light O Troys chiefe confidence Why such delayes O Hector from what coast Com'st thou desir'd that thee so many lost After such labours of the town and men Weary we view what sad chance thy serene Looks hath defil'd or why those wounds view I But he to vain demands made no reply But fetching deep from 's breast a heavy grone Ah flie he said from fire scape Venus sonne Troys high towers sinke the walls the Graecians have Enough for her and Priam could strength fave Ilium this hand had sav'd her and now she Her sacred things and Gods commends to thee Take these companions of thy fates with these Build a great City having past the Seas This said he wreaths and mighty Vesta brought And fires eternall from her sacred vault Mean while with various cries the walls resound And more and more although in shady ground My fathers house remote obscurely lay Loud noyse drawes neer and clashing arms dismay I shake off sleep and mount the battlement With speedy steps and stood with ears intent As when with rough winds fire in standing corne Or mountaine floods with a rapt torrent borne Drounds the ranckâ—orn and meads toyles of the oxe Woods head-long sweeps amaz'd on lofty rocks The shepheard ignorant receives the sound Then faith was manifest and Greeks treason found Deiphobus ample frames now overturns By Vulcans rage and next Ucaligon's burns With fire now shine the broad Sigean Baies The trumpets sound men higher clamors raise Mad I take arms arm'd voyd of counsell then To aid the tower with friends to gather men My bosome burns rage fury judgement charms And we conceive it brave to dye in arms Panthus behold escap'd the enemies Apollo's priest Panthus Otriades Bearing things sacred vanquish'd gods he led His Nephew and toth ' shore distracted fled How stand things Panthus what fort doe we hold Scarce said with a deep sigh thus much he told The last dayes come Troys unavoided date Trojans we were Troy was and the high state Of Troy hath been Jove cruell all to Greece Transfers and Greeks the burning town possesse That horse within the walls that mighty frame Powres forth arm'd men bold Synon stirs the flame Insulting others open gates possesse So many thousands never came from Greece Some on both sides the narrow passes guard And drawn swords shining stand to kill prepar'd The watches of the out-workes they invade Who in disorder weake resistance made With Panthus words and ayd of Gods I passe Through flames through arms where sad Erynnis was Where sorrow calls and clamours heaven ascend Ripheus old Iphitus companions joynd By Moon-light brought Dymas and Hypanis Throng to our side and young Migdonidis Who in those dayes by chance to Ilium came Whom with fond love Cassandra did inflame The haplesse son brought Troy and Priam aid But prophesies of the inspired maid Did not regard Yet when I saw a fight they durst maintain Bold youth I said your valour is in vain To save the burning town if you desire To meet your certain death bravely t' expire You see the chance those kept this Realm our Gods Their altars have forsook and blest abodes Then let 's incounter death fall bravely on Vanquish'd mens safety is to hope for none Our youth being thus inrag'd as in dark night Wolves ravening hunt spur'd by fierce appetite Their whelps being left wait with dry jawes so we Through weapons rush rush through the enemie To certain death and through the City made Black night surrounding with a hollow shade Who can the cruell funeralls of that night Declare with equall tears those woes recite Th' old City falls potent so many years In every street flaughter in heaps appears Bodies in houses sacred temples thrown Nor did the Trojans suffer death alone The vanquished their courages recall And now the Graecian conquerors doe fall In all parts cruell grief in all parts feare And various shapes of death was every where Androgeus first of all the Greeks came up To us and follow'd with a mighty troop He unadvised for his friends did take And first with courteous language freely spake Hast sirs O sloathfull what delayes you thus Whilst others ransack burning Pergamus March you but now from the tall fleet this said And straight for we but doubtfull answers made Perceives himself ingag'd amidst his foes And with the word astonisht backward goes As one who on a Serpent ' mongst sharp briers Treads unawares and frighted straight retires From his rais'd wrath and purple swelling head So at the sight Androgeus frighted fled We fiercely charge and round about them drew Amaz'd and ignorant of the place orethrew And fortune did this our first service aid Here heightned with successe Chorabus said O friends where our first fortune way hath shewn For safety take as she directs let 's on Let us change shields in Graeoian armour go Who fraud or valour questions in a foe These shall give
fates declare Now I recall these Kingdomes she foretold Due to our race and oft Hesperia would Oft Italie name but who could understand Trojans must come to the Ausonian strand Or whom could then divine Cassandra move Phoebus obey best things advis'd approve This said all glad performe what was injoyn'd This seat we leave a few being left behind Set saile in hollow keeles through vast Seas bore After we took the main nor any more Countreys appeare every where sea and skies With night and tempest big a clowd did rise The water horrid with the darknesse growes Winds rowle huge waves and mighty seas arose We through vast gulphs are tost stormes hide the day And heaven is to the hurnid night a prey Flames breaking often from the gaping clowds Drove from our course we wander through dark floods Nor Palinurus knows in such a skie Or day or night or what course now to ply Three dayes uncertain with blind mists we erre As many nights wander without a star The fourth day we did rising land behold And far-off hills which wandring clouds infold Sailes struck with ores the lusty Sea-men sweep The foaming waves and brush the azure deep Escap'd the floods first me the Strophades Receiv'd Isles mid'st the great Ionean Seas Greeks call the Strophades which Celaeno tooke And other Harpies after they forsooke Phineas bar'd gates and former boards through feare No monsters are like these nor more severe A plague or wrath of God ere rose from Styx The foule are Virgin-fac'd a loathsome flix Works on them still hook'd clawes and alwaies pale With hunger vex'd This having reach'd we for the harbor stand When we beheld fat heards about the strand And shaggie goats no heardsman on we fall Streight with our swords the Gods and Jove we call To share the prey then tables we prepare On winding shores and highly feasted were When from the hills did dreadfull Harpies rise And swift they shake their wings with hideous cries Our meat they seize and with foule tallons rend And with a putrid breath dire skreeches send Far more with-drawne under Arch'd rocks shut in With trees and with a horrid shade agen Tables we spread Altars with fire supplide Agen from lurking holes on th' other side Loud troops with pounc'd feet round our dishes swarm And spoyle our meat then that my friends should arme I gave command and fight with that dire race They did as I requir'd and in the grasse They leave their swords and hide their glittering shields That when they sounding flew through ample fields Misenus with his trumpet might a signe Give from a hill they charge strange battels joyn And horrid sea-fowle with their steele attempt But no stroke hurts their plumes their backs exempt From wounds they with swift flight to heaven are born And with fowle prints forsake their prey halfe torne Celaeno pearch'd alone on a high rock Unhappy Prophetesse thus silence broke For slaughter'd cattell and slaine bullocks are These fights O Trojans or prepare ye war Us innocent Harpies from our realms t' expell If so hear this these words remember well What Jove Apollo Phoebus me foretold I greatest of the furies now unfold Your quest is Italy Italy you shall sayle Enter her Ports with the implored gale But ere you shall surround your town with walls Dire famine for our unjust funeralls Shall make you eat your trenchers these she said And to the woods she flyes on wings displaid Then sudden feare doth my companions seize Cold blood benumbs their courage falls not peace Seek they with arms now but with vows and praier Whether they Goddesses or fowle birds are But from the shore my sire extends his hands Great powers implores and sacred rites commands You gods forbid these threats you Deities Avert such chance to save the pious please And order gave to loose our cables then And cleare our trembling anchorage agen Pregnant our sayles we fly through fomie seas What course the South winds and our master please Woody Zacynthus now from sea arose Dulichium Same high clift Neritos Ithacus rocks Laertian realms we fled And curse the shore cruell Ulysses bred Leucates cloud-crown'd mountaines next arise And Phoebus which the Sayler terrifies Here tir'd we came to the small Citie hast Our ships possesse the shores and anchors cast Then we unhop'd-for land at length injoy We purge to Jove Altars with vowes employ And Troys games celebrate on th' Actian soyle Naked my friends wrestle in flowing oyle To scape so many Graecian Cities we Rejoyce and thus to have steer'd through th' enemy Mean while the Sun had his great circle run And North winds vext the Seas Winter begun A brazen shield which Abas wore I fix Upon a pillar and this verse annex These armes from conquering Greeks Aeneas bore I bid them quit the Port fit to their ore Striving they cuffe the billowes brush the tide Pheacus airie turrets soon we hide By Epire to Chaonian Harbours bend Buthrotus lofty Citie we ascend Here fame incredible did my eares invade That Helenus Priams sonne in Epire swaide By Pyrrhus wife those realmes he did obtain Andromache march'd in her own stock again Amaz'd my bosome burns with strong desire To see the man and the strange chance inquire I doe forsake the Navy shores and bay Andromache then solemne rites did pay To Hectors dust with gifts his ghost implores Within a Grove nigh to false Sinois shores Before the citie made of sods she reares Two altars at his tombe her cause of tears Seeing me advance when Trojan arms she spide Distracted and with wonder terrifide Her limbs grew stiffe heat flyes she sounding falls And scarce at last thus she her speech recalls This a true face com'st thou thy selfe to me O Goddesse sonne liv'st thou if dead thou be Where 's Hector at these words she wept her cry Fills all the place to her distempers I In briefe with faltring voyce short answers give Through all extreames escap'd behold I live Doubt not for truth you see What chance attends thee left of such a Lord Can any worthy fate one smile afford Is Hectors wife turn'd into Pyrrhus bride With lookes dejected softly she replide O happiest virgin of King Priam's race Who on the enemies tombe and in the face Of Troy didst suffer death by no chance led Captive to touch a conquering masters bed We from our countries flames through all Seas borne Felt the proud youth Achilles off-springs scorne Both slaves who after with Hermione falls In love and Lacedemon nuptialls And me his slave to his slave Helenus joyn'd But him Orestes raging in his mind Inflam'd with love of 's lost bride did pursue Surpris'd and at his fathers altars slue Thus Pyrrhus dead part of his Kingdome yields To Helenus who stil'd these Chaon fields From Trojan Chaon all Chaonia nam'd And Ilian towers hath on these risings fram'd What wind what fare transports thee to this land What God thee ignorant brought to touch our
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
a watery cloud As much of fire and three of wind allow'd Their work with flashe noise and fear they mixt And dreadful wrath persuing flame betwixt Here haste they Mars his chariot and swift spokes With which he men and mighty towns provokes These the dread shield of angry Pallas mould And wrought her arms with Dragons scales and gold The goddesse crest with twisted snakes they deck And Gorgons head dissected from her neck Cyclops he said take all these things away Set by your tasks and list to what I say Arms for a bold man must be made impart Now all your strength and shew your greatest art Break off delayes Nor more he said They hot All ply the work and equal tasks by lot Receive straight brasse and gold in rivers flowes In a vast furnace hard steel liquid growes A mighty shield they frame one should withstand The warlike store of all th' Ausonian land Rounded with mighty orbs seven orbs they make Some with the bellows air retain and take Others in water dip the hissing ore The hollow vaults with beating anvils rore They with much strength their arms in order raise And turn with tongs the masse a thousand wayes Whilst in Aeolian Caverns Vulcan sweats Hastning the work blest morn from humble seats Evander rais'd and chirping birds did call Up with sweet notes under his Palace wall The old man rose puts on his coat and tyde His Tyrrhen sandals on then to his side Girds a Tegean sword next ore he flung A Panthers skin which from his left side hung From the high floor his double guard descend And on their masters steps the dogs attend T' Aeneas chamber went for he had not Promis'd assistance nor his word forgot And full as early prince Aeneas rose Pallas with that with this Achates goes Met they salute and in the hall being plac'd Desired conference they enjoyd at last And first the King began Great Trojan prince Thou safe I never shall Confesse Troy vanquish'd nor her kingdoms fall Our aids are small for one so much renown'd Here are we with the Tusscan river bound There Rutils stop us and oft storm our wall But I great nations and rich kingdoms shall Draw to thy help unlookt for chance presents Thee succour and thou com'st by fates consents Not far from hence built on an ancient rock Stands Agelina where the Lydian stock Once fam'd in war Hetrurian mountains plants This flourishing many years all former grants At last Mizentius by his proud commands Infring'd and garrison'd with cruel bands His murthers I forbear and tyrannies The gods return the like on him and his For he dead bodies to the living joyn'd Puts face to face and hand in hand combin'd Strange torture when foul gore and blood imbrues Their sad imbrace and with long death persues At last the weary subjects take up arms And him then raging they with fierce alarms In 's court besieg'd his counsellors they slew And wild-fire on his lofty palace threw He scapes'mongst slaughters to Rutilian strands To seek protection from kind Turnus hands Now all Hetruria up in cruel rage To bring their King to justice they ingage Over their armies I le make thee the head Now sounding shores are with the Navy spread Ready to fail but their old priest withstands Opening the fates You choise Meonian bands Flowre of the antients whom just griefs engage Against Mizentius with deserved rage No ' Italian must so great a nation sway Seck forraign Chiefs This did th' Hetrurians stay Affrighted by the gods admonishments Tarchons ambassador to me presents The scepter crown ensigns to my commands And would possesse me of the Tyrrhen lands But feeble age with cold blood me retracts From such a task too weak for valiant acts I would my son prefer but that his line By 's mother comes from them Thee fates designe By blood and years the gods this meant for thee Go most bold Chief of Troy and Italy To thee I le Pallas joyn my hope and care Thou being his master to inure to war And Mars hard toyles thy prowesse us'd to see From 's youth he may admire and honour thee Two hundred chosen horse well mounted all I shall bestow as many Pallas shall Scarce said the Trojan Anchisiades And good Achates stand with fixed eyes Who many sad things troubled then divine When from high heaven fair Venus gave a signe For from a cloud with mighty fragor brake A flash of lightning all things seem'd to shake From heaven a Tyrrhen trumpet sounds alarms And oft they hear the ratling noise of arms And armour saw shine through a gilded cloud Amongst bright sphears and struck to thunder loud Others admire but Troy's great Heroe these Perceives to be his mother's promises Then said O king what these strange portents are Seek not to know for me the gods declare This my blest mother told if war should rise She would Vulcanian arms bring through the skies For my defence Ah what great slaughters Latium wait on thee On Turnus how will I revenged be When Tybers waves shields helms and men involve Let them now arm and to break peace resolve This said down from his lofty throne he came And on Herculean altars stirs the flame And joyfull did the last dayes rites renew And chosen sheep he as the custome slew The same Evander and the Trojans did Thence he his fleet and friends revisited And from their number chose the valiantest Who in the war should follow him the rest Go with the stream and down the river fell That the glad news they might Ascanius tell Trojans are hors'd for Tyrrhen countreys bent A matchlesse one t' Aeneas they present Caparison'd with a mighty Lyons skin Which covering him with golden clawes did shine Straight nimble fame through the small city flew That troups of horse to Tyrrhen kingdoms drew Matrons their vows redouble with their fears And wars dire visage greater now appears Evander then on them departing layes Weeping his hands and thus imbracing sayes O Jove wouldst thou my former youth renew When at Preneste I the Van orethrew And heaps of shields to ashes did compell And with this hand King Herelus sent to hell Three souls his mother gave him at his birth Strange to be told thrice he must fall to earth Thrice was to die yet I not suffering harm Took all those lives and did as oft disarm I then dear son not from thy'mbrace would be Depriv'd nor should Mizentius over me Thus much insult nor oft so neer our gate Slaughter our men and town depopulate But oh you gods and greatest Jove now bring Comfort and pity the Arcadian King And hear a fathers prayer if power you have My Pallas to preserve if fates will save If may see him and we meet again Then life I crave all labour I 'le disdain But him if fortune with sad chance persues O now my wofull life now let me lose Whilst doubtfull cares and hopes incertain be
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
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
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