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
again Even so Aeneas showr'd on round about VVith shafts this cloud of warre strongly beares out And ' bides all brunts and chides young Lausus sore And bitterly thus threatens Lausus poore VVhither weak childe of death dost rush so fast VVhy dost thou on facts past thy strength thee cast Thy filiall zeal doth flout thee most unwise Lausus no lesse doth madly him despise VVhich makes this Trojan captains rage break out And now the fatall sisters had spun out Lausus last thred of life for now with ruth Aeneas through the bodie of the youth Made his bright blade to enter instantly There wholly hid his shield and arms do flie In parts and slasht his coat wrought curiously His mothers work and fill'd his breast with gore VVherewith his soule into the aire did soare And left his corps But when with ruthfull eye Aeneas did his dying count'nance spie His count'nance which waxt wondrous pale and wan He deeply sigh'd greatly to grieve began Embrac'd him in his arms and call'd to minde The tender love to sonnes in parents kinde And sonnes reciprocall to sires and said VVhat honour now may worthily be paid Belov'd and much lamented youth to thee VVhat gift may to thy goodnesse congruent be From kinde Aeneas all thy arms most rare VVherein thou joy'dst not mine but thine they are Thy corps also for buriall I commit Unto thy sire if he have care of it Yet let this thee unhappie happifie That thou by great Aeneas hands didst die Then freely he his friends checks tauntinglie For their delay himself lifts him from ground His lovely locks i' th' fashion comptly bound Being all-besmear'd with bloud In this mean space His father dry'd his wounds at a fit place About faire Tybers floud his bodie he Makes clean with water and against a tree Refresht himself his helmet strong of brasse Hung on the boughs his huge arms lay i' th' grasse Chief gallants 'bout him stood he faint takes rest Eas'd his tyr'd neck his beard spread on his breast Often enquiring for his Lausus deare And sending oft that he of him might heare They quickly do the mournfull fathers will And on their shields lamenting loud and shrill Brought mightie Lausus dead with mightie wound Woefully slain Which when the father found His mournfull minde farre-off foreseeing woe On his gray-haires much dust he straight does throw And both his hands unto the heavens doth heave And with these words to th' corps doth cling and cleave Oh my deare sonne had I such love to live That thee for me I to my foe should give Even thee whom I begat must I by thee Survive secure and thou thus murthered be Must I live by thy death Unhappie I What now remains but exiles miserie O wound most deeply driven O my deare sonne 'T is I have sham'd thee and thy fame undone Even I whom home-bred hatred hath disthron'd I should have dy'd through envy unbemoan'd I by all kindes of death most guiltily Should to my realm have paid this penaltie Yet live I still nor men nor light yet leave Well now I will me of them all bereave And with these words up on 's weak limbes he stood And though his strength was dull'd through want of bloud By his deep wound yet not a jot dejected He calls for 's horse his horse most high affected His crown and comfort wherewith evermore In all his battels he the conquest bore And thus he to his mourning horse did say Brave Rhebus we now long if long I may Say ought 'mongst men continues lived have And either we 'le this day be victours brave With bloudie spoiles and proud Aeneas head And for my Lausus losse be thus well sped Or else if force no way can force or finde My death and thine shall be in one combin'de For sure I think stout steed thou never yet To others didst or Trojan lords submit This said he mounted and i' th' saddle set Into both hands sharp shafts he straight doth get His glistring brazen helm on 's head and crest Fast fixt and with most rigid horse-haire drest Thus 'mongst them with a fierce careere addrest He rushed in his heart with shame did boile Madnesse and mourning for his Lausus foile Outragious love and secret sense o' th' might Of his fierce foe do spurre him to the fight Aloud three times he now Aeneas calls Aeneas knows him glad to prayers falls So grant great Iove so grant Apollo high That thou mayst now begin the fight to trie This said he with a piercing speare him met Whereat Mezentius in a ragefull fret Cries out Fierce wretch why dost thou thus in vain Me vex perplex thou having my sonne slain Thou hast the way me now to ruinate And surely now to die I do not hate None of thy Gods regard or spare will I. Leave off thy threats for here I come to die But first of all these gifts to thee I bring Which said a dart he at his foe did fling And then another and another thick He flings which flies as in a circle quick But yet the gold-bost shield them all abides Then 'bout Aeneas standing fast he rides Three light careeres still at him throwing darts And thrice Troyes prince with his brasse target thwarts The seeming wood of shafts But when he saw And seeing sham'd so many darts to draw Out of his shield such long delayes to use And how he was constrain'd not to refuse The combate though unequall musing thus At last with valour most magnanimous He rusheth on and with resistlesse force He threw a dart which hit the warriours horse Between his hollow temples with which blow The horse mounts up an end kicks to o'rethrow His rider and at last does backward fall Fastning his master under him withall He groveling headlong out of joynt his arm Trojans and Latines raise a loud alarm And clamorous noise Aeneas to him flew And from his scabbard his bright fauchion drew And o're him said Where 's now Mezentius stout Where 's thy proud strength and stomack all flown out To whom the Tuscane having ta'ne some breath Fierce bitter foe why so dost threaten death Why so insult'st thou 't is no crime to die Nor came I to the field so cowardly Nor for me with thee would my Lausus have Such base conditions Onely this I crave If any favour vanquisht ones may get From victours I thee earnestly intreat Permit my body to have buriall-rite For why I know my peoples hate and spight Stand round about me keep me I thee pray From their great rage and with me my sonne lay Consorting in one grave And with this word Expectedly his throat receives the sword Whereat upon his arms gusht out his gore And from his body forth his soule did soare An end of the tenth book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the eleventh book Aeneas for these victories To Mars doth trophies solemnize Pallas dead corps is sent thence straight To king Euander in great state
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
those also of noblest birth and bloud To shew our mindes and make conditions good And olive-boughs of peace to hold in hand And precious presents of our wealthie land And talents of good gold and ivorie A chaire of state and robe of majestie Rites of our realm Then let me heare I pray Your counsel our declining state to stay Then forenam'd wrathfull Drances whom deep spight And oblique envie at great Turnus hight Did vex with bitter bites most rich in state Richer in words but warres to animate Most cold and cowardly yet held to be For solid counsel in a prime degree A seedsman of dissension puft with pride Of his nobilitie by th'mothers side His fathers stock unknown he up does rise Thus poures out words and puts in enmities Good king thou counsellest things throughly known Such as will want best suffrages of none Such as even all do know they feel and finde But what they wish they winde up close in minde Let him then give me libertie to speak Let him lay by his pride whose dealings weak If not most wicked and unhappie deeds For though he death and danger threat I needs Must speak my minde so many peeres have slain And all our citie made in teares complain And whiles that he assayes scarcely assails The Trojan trenches and us therein fails Trusting his heels thrusting all else in arms Even frighting heaven and earth with fierce alarms Let one thing more be added I thee pray To all those gifts which thou to send didst say Adde this one more great king Let not the heat Of any's rage make thee from this retreat But give thy daughter to conclude all strife To such a sonne most worthy such a wife Thus mayst thou tie this peace with endlesse bands But if thy heart on feare and trembling stands We 'le him intreat and for this to him sue To yeeld our king his right our state its due And why shouldst thou so oftentimes expose Our wretched natives to such certain woes Thou head and heart of Latiums miserie Even thou O Turnus no securitie Can be in battells therefore peace we crave Therefore we all firm pledge of peace would have I first whom thou indeed doâ—t think thy foe And much I care not if I sure be so I humbly pray thee pitie our poore plight Doffe thy high thoughts be gone since put to flight For we have seen too many bodies slain Too many and too great lands spoil'd and ta'ne But if thee fame so spurre strength so incite If in the princesse thou so much delight Venture thy self to combate with thy foe That Turnus may a queen for 's wife get so We pessants unbewail'd unburied train About the fields will silently remain Thou then if any Martiall spirit thou have Shew it 'gainst him who now does thee out-brave This speech young Tâ—rnus rage exasperatâ—s He sighs and then these words evaporateâ— Drances thou ever drayn'st out flouds of words Even then when there 's farre greater need of swords Thou wilt be foremost at a parliament But talk is not for court convenient Which thou being safe with full mouth from thee flies While there 's a wall 'twixt thee and th' enemies And whiles with bloud dikes do not overflow Thunder as 't is thy wont with babling so And taunt and tax me then of cowardize When Drances also hath heapt in a trice So many Trojan bodies by him slain And bravely can the field about maintain Triumphant with rich trophies Then thou mayst Thy vigorous valour trie if ought thou hast Nor needst thou look farre off to finde thy foes They stand about us and our walls enclose Let 's out against them why dost thou delay What wilt thou still Mars in thy mouth display Or in those heels of thine flying like winde Did I e're flie O thou of most base minde Can any truely tax me so whose blade With Trojan bloud Tyber o'râ—flow hath made Who ruined have Euanders stock and state And strongly did th' Arcadians denudate Of all their arms Bitias and Pandarus Though e're so strong I think ne're found it thus And all those mulâ—itudes whom in one day Clos'd in their town and hedg'd in every way I to black Tartar sent victoriously In war-fare sure there is no safetie But frantick fool go sing thy slanderous song To Troyes Aeneas it does best belong To him and thy base state Proceed then still All things with thy most impious feares to fill Extoll the strength of a twice vanquisht nation And make on th' other side vile valuation Of Latines powers And now it must be said That Greeks great peeres of Trojans are afraid And Diomedes and Achilles stout And that Aufidus fierce turns back in doubt Into the Adriatick sea to fall This arts-master of lies and envious gall Feignes himself fearfull all because of me My fault must by his feare imbittered be But feare not fool such base bloud ne're shall stain This hand of mine safe to thy self remain But now to thee great fire and thine affaires I glad return If in our coasts and cares And future force all hope be past and spent If so forlorn for one poore hard event If one repulse hath us quite ruinated And fortune never can be restaurated Let 's then pray peace in submisse trembling feare Though O I wish there yet some reliques were Of wonted valour O 'bove all the rest I him admire most fortunate and blest For all his toiles for his renowned might In that he liv'd not of these woes t' have fight He bravely stoopt to death fear'd not his wound But dying conquer'd when he bit the ground But if we have both wealth and worth and hearts Unstain'd with cowardize to flie from darts If Latiums towns and people can bring aid If Trojans pride hath been with much bloud paid And that their slain and warre-tempestuous showers Have if not more been equall full with ours Why faint we at the first i' th' doore fall dead Why for th' alarm seem we thus basely fled Much toile and times various vicissitude Mans mutable estate do oft conclude In sweet content Fortune re-smiles on them Whom she before threw from a diadem Will neither Greeks nor Arpians us aid But yet Messapus will he 's not afraid Nor fortunate Tolumnius that brave king Nor all those lords which mightie troops do bring Nor is 't a petty praise to have choice bands From Italie and stout Laurentums lands Then from the nation of the Volscians brave The princesse rare Camilla faire we have Leading her troops of horse in armour bright But if with me alone Trojans would fight If this will please if I alone withstand The publicke good I ne're yet found this hand So void of victorie that I should e're For so great hope the greatest task forbeare I full of courage will my foe go finde And though he had Achilles mightie minde And had such arms as he by Vulcan drest Yet I even Turnus equall to