fortune hath involv'd you thus Into this warre Why have ye flown from us Your vowed friends ask ye peace for your slain Intreat ye for your dead Truely I 'd fain Farre rather to your living grant the same And to this place these parts I onely came By fates decree Nor warre I with your land Your king our love and friendship does withstand And rather trusts himself to Turnus might Whereas for Turnus it had been more right His life to hazard If he do intend By force to force us hence this warre to end 'T were fit he onely were to me addrest And he should live whom fates or facts made best But go poore citizens your slain interre Thus spake Aeneas they amazed were And silent stood gazing as men agast On one anothers faces till at last Drances the gravest of them evermore Who to young Turnus wrath and envie bore Set forth himself and thus his words did frame Brave Trojan prince great by illustrious fame Greater by vertuous facts vvith what due praise May I thy worth unto the heavens now raise I know not which or first or most t' admire Thy justice great or quenchlesse Martiall fire But we thy gratefull friends these things will show To all our mates and towns where-e're we go And if successe do smile vve hope to make King Latine thee into his love to take Let Turnus somewhere else go seek him vvives But vvhen thy fate-given vvalls and building thrives We all shall be most glad Troyes stones to beare Upon our shoulders that great work to reare He ceast and what he said all hum'd assent Then for full twelve dayes they a truce indent And peace a space to hold Then up and down Trojans and Latines stray about the town And vvoods and fields vvithout controll or strife And now to fell ash-trees strokes sound most rife Cloud-kissing pines and good old oaks to cleave To chop down cedars which sweet sents do leave And having fell'd them never cease till they In carts have carried them thence all away And now fame hastie sorrows harbinger Sad tidings told to old king Euander And fill'd Euanders court and countrey round With crosse bad news to that vvhich late did sound That Pallas conquerour was in Italie Th' Arcadians as old custome was do flie Unto their gates vvith buriall-burning light Tall torches vvhich in long ranks shone most bright Whose shine dark fields abroad distinguisht plain And thus they meeting with the Trojan train Unite their mourning troops which instantly The maids and matrons spying they drew nigh And through the citie sad raise piteous cries But for Euander nothing could suffice To hold him back but to the midst he makes His Pallas-bearing beere quick down he takes And falling fastning on it weeps and vvails And scarce his voice vvhich him vvith grief yet fails At last he thus unlocks thus vveeping spake O my deare Pallas ah didst thou not make This promise to thy parent that vvith heed And warienesse thou wouldst to warre proceed Alas I know my self how farre new fame And honyed honour therefore I too blame I' th' first assault would spurre young spirits free Ah most unhappie youths first-fruits in thee Most rigid rudiments of too soon vvarre For vvhom my votes and vows all frustrate are And thou most sacred spouse in death now blest Not kept to be by this great grief distrest But I contrariwise by life too long My fates do vanquish but my self do wrong The father living and the sonne thus dead The Rutuls should me first have slaughtered Following the Trojan troops my bloud should I Have sacrific'd then this solemnity Had been for me not for my Pallas deare But neither blame I you brave Trojans here Nor yet the league vvhich I with you did make Then ratifi'd vvhen as vve hands did shake This grief I see to my gray haires vvas lotted But since the fates untimely death had plotted Against my sonne some comfort it had been If Volscian thousands first he slain had seen And Trojans by him led victoriously Ere he had died into Italie And now poore Pallas I can give to thee No better buriall-rites then here I see Done by Aeneas kinde and Phrygians brave By Tuscane Peeres and troops thus to thy grave Who bring rich spoiles which thou from slain didst win And thou i' th' fight a mightie trunck hadst bin If so his yeares proud Turnus unto thine Had equall been but why do I confine You noble Trojans and from fight detain Go with this message to your king again Tell him whereas I live my Pallas dead 'T is by his hand to be re-comforted In making Turnus pay the debt he owes Both to the fathers and the sonnes great woes This honour fates I hope reserve for thee That by thy worth I may revenged be I seek not sweets of life nor fit I should But that the death of Turnus may be told By me to my dead sonne In this mean space Aurora rare shew'd forth her shining face To night-tyr'd wretches day-toiles to renew And now Aeneas grave and Tarchon drew Neare to the shore when fires they build apace On which slain souldiers carcases they place As custome was kindling black fuming fire Whose smoak hid heaven as it did up aspire And thrice in arms they ran about the flames And thrice they rode about with loud exclaims And trickling teares on arms and earth they spill And wâ—th loud sounds of Martiall musick shrill Some spoiles from Latines slain obtain'd do throw Into the fires helmets brave blades also Bridles and chariot-wheels warm with quick turning And some cast in their gallant gifts thus burning Their shields most strong weapons too weak to save And many oxen fat to slaughter gave And briefly boares and sheep about the plain And threw them into th' fire the first being slain And thus about the shore they see the stares Of those their slaughtered souldiers burning mates Whose half-burnt urns and ashes they retain Nor hardly could be thence reduc'd again Till night came on and twinckling starres appeare On th' other-side with like lamenting cheere The wofull Latines many heaps do frame And many corps they partly burn i' th' flame And partly burie in the fields about And some they to next fields do carry out Unto towns adjacent the rest collected Into huge heaps and of them lesse respected As numberlesse so honourlesse were burn'd Promiscuously thus into ashes turn'd Then all the fields with crackling flames did shine And now the third dayes light did cleare decline And utterly expell nights darknesse chill And sadly they their urns and pots do fill With ashes of their bodies burned so Ta'ne from the bones on which hot dust they throw And now in rich king Latines town throughout Farre greatest grief most moan was heard about Here woefull wives daughters in law most sad Here sisters sweet do beat their breasts too bad And children fatherlesse do execrate The day of that fierce warre unfortunate And
wing From the high clouds all soaring in a train With cackling noise fierce tempests to refrain But to the Rutuls king Italian state These wonders seem and them exanimate Untill at last to sea they cast their eye And see the ships fast to the shore to hie And with tall barks the sea all-over spread And burning crests and helm upon his head The golden bosses belching flames of fire Much lâ—ke i' th' dewy night a comet dire Of hurtfull bloud-red hue or dog-starres heat Which drought and sicknesse sore to men doth threat And makes the skie to lowre and dimmes the light But none of these stout Turnus heart could fright But he must first the shore anticipate And these his foes from landing profligate Whereto he cheeres the hearts he chides the stayes Of all his troops and freely thus he sayes What ye your selves desir'd now here ye have Now use your hands therefore with courage brave For Mars himself the prey puts in your hands Remember now your vvives your goods your lands The famous facts of ancestours recount And praises due let yours now theirs surmount And let us freely them at shore assail Before they land now whiles their hearts them fail Fortune befriends bold spirits These words he spake And vvhom with him to lead great care doth take His sea-foes to invade to vvhom to leave The hedg'd-in town their hopes thus to deceive Meanwhile Aeneas vvith ship-bridges faire To land his souldiers takes all speedie care But many stay'd till calm seas flouds did flow Some leapt on studs and stakes thus out to go Upon their oares some to the shore make haste Great Tarchon up and down the sea-banks trac'd To see if he could spie fit place to land Secure from shallow shelves or swallowing sand And vvhere no rigid surges did appeare But a smooth sea vvith swelling flouds made cleare A harmlesse passage there he suddenly Winding his ship thus to his mates did crie Now noble youths plie close your slicing oares Beare up your barks cut through these adverse shores And let our ship plow furrows deep in sand And break my bark so we may gain the land Tarchon thus having said his maâ—es with oares Through frothy seas their ships to Latine shores Do bravely bring so that their noses kisse Drie-land and all secure their aims none misse Except thy ship great Tarchon which neare land Was so assail'd with stubborn shelves and sand As that it wavering both wayes deep stuck fast And strugling long in pieces split at last Exposing all his men unto the waves VVhereat each one himself on splinters saves Pieces of oares and planks and floating boards VVhich safe assistance unto them affords But oft the flowing streams their heels did trip Yet thus at last they safe on land do skip But all this while Tâ—rnusâ—uns â—uns off delayes His totall troops 'gainst Trojans he arayes At shore them to assail the trumpets sound And now Aeneas firmly set on ground Himself first set upon the rurall bands And for first hansell with his valiant hands Slaughters the Latines Therâ—n bold being slain VVho stoutly durst a bickering short maintain Against Aeneas whom he quickly foil'd And through's gilt arms with his heart-bloud him foil'd Lucas likewise he flew who when a childe Was cut out of the wombe of 's mother milde Whereof she dy'd though to thee Pâ—oebus faire He yet a young man consecrated were Yet could not scape this princes â—licing blade Hard by he Cysseus also slaughtered laid And mightie Gyas who with clubs did fight But both he slew Alcides arms too slight Did prove to save their lives their hands too weak And sire Melampus though he bold did break Through hazards great being Hercules his mate And Pharon as he fondly much did prate He through his gaping throat pierc'd with a dart And thou stout Cydon tasted hadst deaths smart Whiles thou faire Clytius with young douny chin Unfortunately followedst him to win To new but nought delights of love unchaste This Trojan prince had made thee death to taste Foulely affecting love of youths impure And thou hadst been deaths woefull subject sure Had not a troop of armed brothers stout All sonnes of Phorcus met him in the rout Being seven in number who seven darts did throw But to no end which partly clattered so Upon his shield and helmet back rebounding And Venus partly from his corps least wounding Putting them off Aeneas herewithall Unto his kinde Achates thus did call Bring me those darts for none in vain he threw At the Rutulians which proud Grecians slew In Trojan fields Then a great speare he took Which darted flew and flying fiercely strook And penetrating Maeons brazen shield Through corps and corslet he to death did yeeld Whose brother Alcanor unto him hies And held him up as he thus falling dies Whose arm that stayd him pierced was also The bloudy speare through's brauny arm did go And 's right hand dangling did his deaths wound show Numitor then pulls out the deadly dart From 's brothers bodie and with wrathfull heart Retorted it at Troyes Aeneas brave But there it could not the least entrance have And yet it wounded his Achates thigh Here Lausus full of juvenility And bold there by with troops attended came And throws at Dryopes vvith Martiall flame Standing aloof a deadly vvounding lance Which underneath his chin did fiercely glance And pierce his throat snatching thence voice and soule Whose face fell first to ground in 's gore most foule Three Thracians more of utmost Northern race And three of Ida's sonnes and Ismar's place By diverse deaths he furiously did slay Thither Halesus came in battell-ray With his Auruncian bands and thither came Messapus bold sprung from great Neptunes name Famous for riding horse All close contend Now these then those each other to offend I' th' edge of Italie Like two fierce vvindes I' th' open aire contending in their kindes With crosse contrarious blasts in equall might And neither they nor clouds nor sea in sight Yeeld to each other doubtfull long they jarre And stiffely crossely all maintain the warre Thus Trojan troops and Latine bands contend Thus foot to foot thus hand to hand they bend Their furious force But on another part Where pebble-stones lay all abroad most smart Roul'd up by vvaves and boughs and bushes thick About the banks most apt their feet to prick And so unfit for horsemen there to fight And such th' Arcadians were not footmen light Who to foot-battells unaccustomed They to the Latines turn'd their backs and fled Which Pallas spying th' onely staffe in straits He cries to them some prayes and some he rates With bitter words their hearts to re-incite Saying Sirs what mean ye whither take ye flight Now by your selves and by your valiant acts By your commanders great Euanders facts And conquering name and fame and my hopes great Which emulates our countreys praise compleat I you adjure trust not base flying feet But break through thickest
in dark night vve many a skirmish tride And many a Grecian soule vve sent to hell And some to ships and shores we did repell Some with base feare to th' horrid horse retire Reclimbe his back known belly holes t' acquire But fates displeas'd alas there 's nothing stable For now behold Cassandra amiable A virgin pure king Priams daughter faire Drag'd out o' th' temple by her tender haire Lifting her starrie eyes to heaven in vain Yea eyes for her soft hands bands did restrain This spightfull spectacle Choroebus fierce Hating to see with love-rage straight did pierce Into the rout resolved there to die After whom we do all most fiercely flie Here from the temples top by our friends darts We were confounded suffered sorest smarts By our chang'd arms chang'd Grecian shields and shouts And then the Greeks enrag'd since from their routs The maid was freed from all parts hither throng And fiercely us assail there Ajax strong Th' Atridas twain and Grecian bands among Like adverse windes burst out with fierce crosse puffs Eastern with West West windes with Southern shuffs Trees therewith tremble Nereus foamie voice Makes tumbling waves rowl up with roaring noise So they and those whom we by dark night vail'd With shieldie shades ensnar'd to death assail'd And chac'd about the streets appeare first finde Our changed shields and arms yea then they minde Our different dialects Straight numbers die And first Choroebus by Peneleus high At th' altar of Pallas omnipotent Did loose his life next Rhipheus eminent One of the justest and the most upright Of all our Trojan peeres fell in this fight So destinie dispos'd then Dymas di'd And Hypanis by friends as foes defi'd Nor thee good Panthus could thy pietie Nor Phoebean function save but thou must die I call to witnesse here the spirits of mine And Trojan flames that I did ne're decline In their distresse a Greek a sword a shield But had fates pleas'd to death was prest to yeeld As my Greek-slaying hand and heart did merit Thence brake out I and Pelias of stout spirit And Iphitus with us Iphitus old And Pâ—lias perisht by Vlysses bold Straight friends loud cries did us to court incite Where we did finde so fierce and furious fight As none had been before as none had di'd In all the town but what did there reside There did we see unmastered Mars rush on Bloud-glutted Greeks our houses leap upon And block up fast and scaling ladders set Against our walls and scaffolds up to get By posts and pillars striving to ascend And with their shields in left hands them defend From darted shafts their right hands grasp the tops Of highest holds the Trojans seek strong stops And from uncovered roofs pull tiles and slates And as last helps hurle them down on their pates A while to keep off death which properates Some guilded beams pluckt up do tumble down VVhich were forefathers facts of high renown Some with sharp brandisht blades their houses guard And in thick troops keep them with watch and ward Those regall rooms resolv'd with hand and heart To save and to tir'd friends best aid impart There was a wall with privie doores and wayes To passe unseen which Priam in the dayes Of Troyes triumphant state did use to walk Unhappy now and for sweet private talk Andromache did use alone to meet Her father in law and where with lovely greet Astyanax her childe his gransire saw I by this passage did my self withdraw To th' top of an high house whence all in vain The conquered Trojans showred darts amain A tower we then assail'd plac'd on a hill With skie-topt turrets built with curious skill Whence totall Troy Greeks ships and camps we might Prospectively behold this with warre spight We set upon with swords and hack in twain The joyn'd crosse beams and rais'd the ground-pins main From firm foundation shaking it so sore As that we forc'd it fall falling to roare Whose sudden ruine fiercely ruinated Huge troops of Greeks about it congregated But others us assail nor stones for harms Are spar'd nor any kinde of deadly arms Before the porch even at the doore without In glistring brazen armour Pyrrhus stout Insulting stood a brandisht sword â—â—'s hand Much like a snake basking on Sunnie land With poys'nous grasse full fed late lurking in The frozen-earth cold-swoln now his old skin Stript off and he thereby made fresh and fine His slipperie rowling back breast high doth shine Against the Sunne with 's mouths three-forked tongue Great Periphas Antomedon among Achilles page horse-rider present were And all the lusty Scyrian youths were there All thick do throng to th' house and wildefire cast Up to the top Himself first comes on fast With a tough two-edg'd tool cuts doores in sunder And pulls down brazen posts with Martiall thunder Thus the beams broke boards cleft ruptures made bare The rooms within great halls and parlours faire Where Priam and Troyes ancient princes rare Delighted were all lay to open view All were display'd Thence feare and frights ensue To see arm'd souldiers stand before the doores Loud screeks and cries tumultuous uproares Do fill the rooms within which loudly ring With womens wailings whose shrill clamours ding The golden starrie skies The ladies faire O'reloaded with laments runne here and there And clasped posts embrace and kisse in feare But Pyrrhus vvith paternall power breaks in Nor walls nor warders can protection win His battering ramme breaks open doores and gates Pushing down pillars all things devastates The Greeks do finde or force their way at will Kill all they meet all parts with souldiers fill The foaming floud when banks are open brast O'rerunning obvious mounts runnes not so fast VVhen its resistlesse stream the field o'reflows And swallows sheep and sheep-coats as it goes Thus did I Neoptolemus behold Even drunk with bloud and both th' Atridas bold Entring the entry and faire Hecuba Her divers daughters and king Priam gray Defile the fires with bloud once consecrated His fiftie concubines accommodated With fiftie hopefull sonnes columnes ore'laid With barbarie gold with spoiles most specious made All wofully laid waste and Greeks do share Amongst themselves what ravening fire did spare And now perhaps you 'l ask how Priam fared VVhen he beheld his citie so ensnared His building burnt with fire houses puld down And in the midst of 's palace foes fierce frown The good old king his long left-arms resumes And with age-feeble joynts sword shield assumes Buckles all on but all in vain and so His dying self in midst of foes doth throw I' th' heart of 's court just in the open aire A mightie altar stood a bay-tree faire Did by it grow ancient and ample spread VVhose shade the shrine and carv'd Gods covered Here Hecuba and all her daughters milde Like doves driven headlong by a tempest wilde All in a heap in vain the altar hold And in their arms their helplesse Gods enfold But when she saw her aged
all whom death destroyes Great potent peeres unmarried maids and boyes Compt youths vvhich die before their fathers face Like leaves in vvoods falling from trees apace Pincht off by autumnes chilling killing cold Or like conglomerated birds that hold And flie together forced o're the main By vvinter vveather to some pleasant plain Thus stand they striving first to be past o're With hands and hearts longing for th' other shore The fuming ferryman takes these leaves those And others fiercely farre from shore o'rethrows Aeneas with this noise much mov'd amaz'd Sayes to the priestly maid Pray vvhence is rais'd This flocking to the floud vvhat seek these soules What strange adventure to these banks them toules And why do those the livid waves vvith oares So swiftly sweep to get unto you shores To whom the aged priest sayes briefly thus Anchises and Ioves off-spring generous This is Cocytus deep black Styxes lake By which to sweare forsweare Gods conscience make Unburied soules that ragged-rabble be And he the boatsman Charon whom you see Those vvhom he rowes in 's boat due buriall have Now may they till their bones do rest in grave O're those rough streams those banks have transportation But make about those shores perambulation And wandring walks at least an hundred yeares Then passe they o're those ponds which them re-cheeres Aeneas then with fixed feet stood still Full of deep thoughts pitying their case most ill There he beheld Leucaspis 'mongst them all And brave Orontes his fleets admirall Mourning their vvant of honourable graves Whom boystrous blasts o'rewhelmed in the vvaves And sunk both ships and men sailing from Troy Behold he now beheld vvith more annoy His ship-master his Palinure perplext Who sailing Sicils seas his eyes fast fixt Upon his starres fell over-board was drown'd Whom scarce for mists his sad friend having found Thus he sayes to him My deare Palinure What God our losse of thee did thus procure And drench thee in the deep I pray thee tell For ne're till now did falshood with him dwell Apollo with this one unsure reply Did much deceive my vain credulity Who told me thou seas safe shouldst passe and see Faire Italie and there shouldst landed be And is this now the faithfull promise made But he on th' other side repli'de and said Brave Trojan prince nor Phoebus thee deluded Nor any God me to the seas obtruded For I my self holding my helm too fast Where I sat pilot did me headlong cast Into the sea guiding the ship I sweare By all rough seas nought did me so much feare As thy great ships and ship-masters decay Lest on thy bark rough swelling seas should prey Three vvinter-nights fierce vvindes me blew about The ocean vast the fourth day I found out VVith much adoe the banks of Italie Keeping my head still 'bove the waves on high At last by small degrees I got to land And thereon safely I a while did stand And so had staid but for a barbarous crew VVho to me dropping vvet in fury drew And as I crawled up on hands and feet A craggy bank vvith swords they did me meet Slew me and of me hop'd to make a prey Now vvindes and vvaves me neare the shore do lay Yet keep i' th' sea Wherefore by heavens light cleare By this faire aire and by thy father deare And young Iülus hopes I thee intreat Free me from this ill state thou captain great And either put me as thou mayst in ground For I in Velines haven may be found Or else if means there be if Goddesse great Have shewn thee any supernat'rall fear For I beleeve not vvithout heavâ—nly aid Thou swam'st this floud this Stygiaâ— lake didst vvade Lend me poore wretch thy hand and help me o're That I at least may rest in you â—weet shore Thus he and thus the priest her minde expresâ— Whence Palinure comes this thy rash request VVouldst thou unburied Styxes stream paâ—â—e o're The furies flouds unbidden leave thy shore Cease to expect by prayers to change heavens fates But heare and mark what thy case consolates The nearest neighbours bordering ' boâ—â— those parts By heavens prodigious signes perplext in hearts Shall take thy bones and vvith solemnities Interre entombe thee from which grave shall rise Unto that place an everlasting name Of Palinure Hence he more glad became His care had cure his grief in part was past That that land should his name retain at last Then on they passe and to the pool draw nigh Whom Charon straight on Stygian streams doth spie How slily they the wood walk haste to land Thus he with checks and taunts them takes in hand Who e're thou art that arm'd wouldst sail this way Say what 's thy will why com'st thou thou shalt stay These be soules seats here night and sleep do sit In Styxes boat live bodies 't is not fit To carry o're nor did it me well please To carry Theseus or great Hercules Or Pirithous though they were heavenly bred For strength and stomack most unconquered Alcides bound fierce Cerberus in bands Hells great grim-porter and with his strong hands Him quaking drag'd from Pluto's princely seat The rest did plot our king of 's queen to cheat To whom th' Amphrysian priest reply'd again Trust me here 's no such tricks from rage refrain Our weapons wound not Cerberus may bark And ever fright poore soules in 's dungeon dark Proserpina may keep her uncles bed For this our Trojan prince much honoured For piety and prowesse but intends To go to 's father to deep hell descends If so great goodnesse in the man moves not Yet know this branch of gold which he hath got Which she pul'd forth being hid under his gown Whereat his rage and wrath of heart sank down Silent that sacred gift he did adore The fatall branch not seen long time before And shoves to shore the blew boat them to take And other soules which sate beside the lake He thrusts aside and layes the hatches fit And great Aeneas sits i th' bulk of it The joynted barge groan'd with their pondrous weight And through the chinks took in much puddle straight At length the priest and prince pasto're the floud And scapt the flaggy gray-grasse myre and mud Hells porter Cerberus through his triple throat Through all those regions rais'd a barking note Couching huge curre-like in his kennell by Whose snake-like swelling neck the priest did spie And castâ— to him a soporiferous sop With drugs and honey mixt which he did slop And through his treble throat it quickly snaps In dogged-hunger with his meager chaps Whereat his mighty back croucht down he lies And spreads himself i th' cave with slumbring eyes The porter laid Aeneas whipt in brave And got to shore from th' irregressive wave Straight in 's first entrance piteous cries he heares And loud laments of infants 'bout his eares Of tender babes snatcht from their mothers breast Depriv'd of longer life by deaths arrest Next these were those
Thy coach forsook'st and triptst up thine own heels Thus having said the coach in hand he takes Th' unhappie brother prostrate fall'ne down quakes Holds up his trembling hands thus does intreat Now by thy self and by thy parents great Who thee begat Troyes prince so great so good O spare thy suppliants life spill not his bloud O sir sayes he these words you us'd not late Die then let brothers brothers sociate Then with his sword his breast he opened wide And from 's hearts hollow caves his soule did glide Thus through the fields this Trojan victour made Great slaughters like fierce flouds which banks invade Or blustring windes so did he rage about Th'enclosed Trojans now also break out And leave their camps and young Ascanius brave VVith his green sparks them valiantly behave Though late in vain besieg'd Things resting so Iove of himself does to his Iuno go And thus sayes to her See my sister kinde And speciall spouse most gratefull to my minde Venus thou seest even as thou didst suppose Nor art deceiv'd supports thy Trojan foes Their boldest hearts strong hands nor patience stout VVarres woes t' endure could not alone hold out To whom thus humbly Iuno did reply Why O my Pheere most deare ah tell me why Dost thou my grieved heart more grieve which quakes And at thy bitter piercing words even akes O if thou lov'd'st me now as formerly If as 't were fit thou hadst first fervencie Great Iove thou this request wouldst grant to me My Turnus from the fight withdrawn to see That to his father Daunus him I might Safely restore But let him fall i' th' fight And be a pious prey to Trojans base Yet is he sprung from our celestiall race Pilumnus was his sire i' th' fourth descent Thine altars he with hand munificent And many gallant gifts enriched hath To whom olympus king thus briefly saith If thou desirest present deaths delay And the death-marked youths dire fall to stay And think'st I may the same procrastinate Let Turnus flie then from his present fate This onely distance must thy minde suffice But if thy prayers to higher hopes arise And that thou think'st he may be wholly freed From chance of warre or what fates have decreed May altered be thou but vain hopes dost feed To whom thus Iuno full of teares replies But what if Iove what he in words denies Would grant in heart and Tâ—rnus life make sure Now he most guiltlesse must hard hap endure Or I no truth do know but rather I Could wish thou wouldst my fond feare falsâ—fie And as thou canst convert all to the best Thus having now each way her votes exprest From heaven she forthwith flies to earth descends Storms flie before her clouds she 'bout her bends Thus through the aire to Trojan bands she flew And to th' Italian tents she nearer drew The Goddesse then in concave cloud did frame A forcelesse shade most thin to seem the same With brave Aeneas shape a most strange sight And fraught it faire with Trojan arms most bright A plumy helm fit for his sacred head A shield which his most nearely patterned Yea gives it windie words a senselesse sound And goodly gate like one walking profound Much like those shapes which walk they say being dead Or those fallacious dreams in snorting bed The frolick figure brags before the bands And Turnus tempts to shew the strength of 's hands And him with speech provokes whom Turnus straight Assails aloof and with represselesse hate A whisling dart casts at it instantly The shadow turns its back away doth flie Turnus supposing now Aeneas fled Nourisht vain hope which thus he uttered Aeneas whither fly'st thou do n't forsake Thy spouse betroth'd to whom thou vows didst make This hand of mine shall give thee lands so sought And thus he follows him in word as thought Brandishing his bright blade but could not finde How these vain joyes were but puffe toyes of winde As thus he past by chance a ship he spi'de To a rocks rigid bank most fitly ty'de Whereto a ladder for ascent did stand For a sea-voyage fitted out of hand In which Osinius king from Clusium came Aeneas fearfull figure in this same Cast it self quickly there it hidden lay Which Turnus following cuts off every stay Nimbly ascends the top scarce did he take Footing i' th' ship but Iuno quickly brake The fastning cable launcht the ship from shore Which with full sail into the ocean bore Meanwhile Aeneas with a bloudy fight Seeks up and down his foe thus out of sight And multitudes of men him meeting slayes But now the nimble shade no longer stayes Hid in its holes but vanisht into th' aire And when to th' midst o th' sea storms Turnus bare Ignorant of these things for 's life ingrate He looks about to th' heavens doth elevate After this manner both his hands and heart Almightie Iove deem'st thou it my desert To suffer such a shame a scourge so great Ah whither go I vvhence make I retreat What flight is this vvhom do I thus forsake Shall I not once more yet my self betake To Laurents walls and warres What now alas VVill to my troops of souldiers come to passe VVhich followed me in fight vvhom impious I Have left alone a thousand deaths to die For now me thinks I heare and see them all Dying and crying as they wounded fall VVhat shall I do vvhat land me live can swallow But oh ye windes do ye me rather follow VVith pitying puffs this Turnus does you pray VVith gladsome minde O cast this bark away On rocks or sands where Rutuls may not see Or tainted fame may never follow me Thus moaning up and down thoughts ebbe and flow What to resolve to do he does not know Or madly slay himself for such disgrace And in his corps his bloudy blade to case Or headlong into th' sea himself to cast And so by swimming to get land at last And landing to the Trojan troops to hie Thrice both these wayes he did attempt to trie And thrice great Iuno his attempts did hinder Pitying the young prince with indulgence tender Thus on he sails with prosperous winde and tide At last at 's father Daunus town did ' bide Meanwhile by Ioves advise Mezentius stout Comes forth to fight and Trojans all about Joyning in good successe does now invade The Trojan troops who to him joyntly made And all at once at one alone they flie Their hands and hate do this one man defie But he much like a rock 'gainst mightie waves Withstands the furie of windes bigge outbraves Layes ope his rigid fides'gainst billows great And all the rage that seas or skies can threat It self unmov'd remains he 's even so And Dolichaons sonne did overthrow Hebrus with whom he Latagus did slay And Palmus as he from him ran away But Latagus he with a stone most great Even with a mountains part his brains out beat Palmus his hammes and legs he cut off