to 's thighs The ladie him no sooner thus espies But either that she might her temple grace And Trojan armour hang in speciall place Or cloath her self in captive cloaths of gold This hot-spurr'd huntresse greedily blindfold Through all the fight follows him eagerly And fir'd with feminine aviditie And longing lust of that rich spoile and prey Aruns who long in watchfull ambush lay At last layes hold of fit time offered And casts his dart and these votes uttered Great Iove and thou Soracte's grave Apollo Whom chiefly we with sacrifices follow To whom a pile of oylie pines still flame And we assisted by thy sacred name Through midst of flames can walk and passe most free Yea even bare-footed yet unhurt are we O grant great Iove my weapon may wipe out Our foule disgrace too long thus born about No trophies from the damsell I desire No prey nor spoiles in conquest I require By other facts I will advance my fame So I may but subdue this pest'lent shame I passe not though I passe ingloriously Unto my home and honourlesse there die Apollo partly his request respects Partly as airie stuffe he it rejects He grants Camilla by dire death shall die But his return safe home he does denie And these his words like windes he made to flie Wherefore as soon as e're the whisling lance Flung from his hand did through the aire advance The eyes and thoughts of all the hoast throughout Towards the Volscian queen were cast about But she nor aire nor sound nor singing dart Heard or regarded till it pierc'd her heart Untill the speare on her sear'd breast fast lights And drunk with damsells bloud her heart it smites Her maiden-mates made all about her straight To stay their falling queen in dying state But Aruns chiefly makes away with speed In whom much feare mixt with much joy doth breed Nor longer durst he linger more to trie The damsells dart and speare but fast doth flie And like a wolf who ere the adverse darts Do him assault fearfully flies and starts And hides himself in uncouth mountains high Some shepherd by him slain most ravenously â—r some brave bullock conscious of the deed Does with the tail between his legs proceed And haste into the woods with feare and fright So Aruns full of feare gets out of sight Well pleas'd with flight him in the armie hides The dying queen the speare which in her ' bides Strives to pluck out but in her bones and breast The steely weapon fast did stick and rest She wanting bloud sinks down her dying eyes Shut down their lids her red which beautifies Late cherry cheeks is lost With dying voice To Acca one of her chief maids of choice Whom 'fore the rest for her fidelity Camilla us'd in deep anxiety With her her sorrows to communicate Thus she her minde doth dying demonstrate Hitherto sister Acca I was able But now my mortall wound doth me disable All things me thinks 'bout me seem dark and dim Haste hence to Turnus and relate to him My last advise wish him in any case To come to th' fight Trojans from 's town to chase And now farewell And with those words her rein Fell from her hand and with her wounds great pain She fiercely falls to ground then by degrees Her corps all naturall heat doth softly leese And so growes cold and then her limber neck Le ts loose her helplesse head to bow and beck And from her hands her weapons letting fall With a great groan her strugling soule withall Flies to the seat of soules Then instantly A wondrous clamour clambers up to th' skie Camilla thus cast down more bloudy growes The furious fight and thick the confluence flowes Of Trojan and of Tuscane captains stout And of Euanders brave Arcadian rout Meanwhile faire Ops Diana's maid sate high Mounted upon a mount undauntedly To view the fight As she among the sparks Furiously fighting sees farre off and marks Camilla most unworthily thus slain A hearty sigh these words pump out amain Too deare alas faire ladie ah too deare Thou now hast paid by cruell death laid here By warre thus labouring Trojans to provoke In vain thou wor'st in woods Diana's yoke In vain thou didst our shafts and quiver weare Yet no disgrace faire queen there shall appeare In this thy death nor shall it without praise Passe through the world Fame thee reveng'd shall blaze For whosoe're thy corps thus violated Shall surely be by death retaliated Under a steepie hill there was the grave Of king Dercennus rais'd aloft most brave With heaps of earth from ancient Laurent ta'ne Cover'd with oaken boughs and branches main Here the faire nymph first swiftly did alight And from this hill on Aruns cast her sight Whom spying richly arm'd puft up with pride Why fly'st thou hence sayes she and turn'st aside Make this thy way come hither to thy bane Take thy just guerdion for Camilla slain Shalt not thou by Diana's dart now die And at these words like Thracian huntresse high From her gilt quiver she a sharp shaft takes And fiercely bends her bow and fitly makes The nock stand to the string so strong she drew That both the horn-ends meet out swiftly flew The shaft from both her hands Aruns at last Heare 's the darts din as through the aire it past The steel stuck in his breast he gasping lay His mates unmindefull of him gone away Left him expiring in an unknown ground Ops for Olympus with her wings is bound Lady Camilla slain her left wing first Flies fast away their faire array quite burst The routed Rutuls run Atinas flies Their ensignes lost by captains cowâ—rdize Seeking for shelter horsemen haste to th' town The Trojans fierce by death do all beat down None them withstands none can their darts resist Foes unbent bows fall from their fainting fist Flying horse-hoofs shake the bemired fields The way to th' town rais'd-clouds of thick dust yeelds Wives from the walls behold it beat their breast Womanish cries to th' skies their woes exprest And those which first by flight got ope the gate Promiscuous might of foes doth perturbate Nor scape they bitter death even at the doore And at their house and homes they gasp in gore Some shut the gates shut out their mates for feare And though they pray to ope are forc'd forbeare A mightie slaughter here defendance found And fierce assailants finde their fatall wound And some shut out 'fore weeping parents eye Constrain'd run headlong into th' ditch and die Some fury-blinded set spurres to their horse And headlong butt the barres and gates by force The women on the walls made so fierce fight When dead Camilla came into their sight Such to their countrey was their zeal and love That fearfull fast they fling darts from above And steely staves of oak â—peares burnt at th' end Fearlesse to die their countrey to defend Meanwhile a message sad as bad flies out Which in the woods fills Turnus heart
The noise vvhereof soon came To her death-daunted sister vvho in fright With panting pace ran thither vvith fierce flight Her nails her cheeks do teare fists beat her breast Amidst the rout rushing screeks out distrest Her dying name O sister was this it Hast thou me thus deceiv'd And did I fit This pile for this these fires and altars frame For what should I forsaken thee first blame Why didst thou me reject for thy deaths mate Thou might'st have me invited to like fate That same smart with the same sword that houre Might both of us have griped in deaths power These hands did also help to build this frame I call'd upon our countrey-Gods great name And yet could cruell I be absent hence And not behold thy fates fierce violence O sister sister thou hast quite undone Thy self my self and all renown begun In citie subjects Carthaginian lords O vvho me now some cleansing streams affords That I may vvash her vvounds And if as yet Any last breath there stray that I may it Sup up at length This said she soon ascends The steepy steps and in her heart contends And on her breast to hug with many a teare The half dead body of her sister deare And with her cloaths the black bloud wipes and dries Whereat she seems to heave her heavy eyes But down again the dead lids fall and fail And at her heart the death-smart doth prevail Thrice she her self rais'd up and strove to rest Upon her arm and thrice by pain opprest She sownding rolled back upon the bed And vvith her stragling sight endeavoured To see the skie-light groaning when 't was found Then mighty Iuno pitying her deaths vvound Protracted vvoe difficultie to die Sent Iris quickly from Olympus high Her strugling soule and fast bound life t' unbinde Because she not by fate nor deaths due kinde Did die but immaturely she poore heart With sudden rage enflam'd wrought her own smart As yet Proserpina took not away Her yellow locks which on her head grew gray Nor her designed to the Stygian lake Dame Iris therefore from the clouds did take Quick flight to her with vvatrie colour'd plumes Which 'gainst the opposite bright sunne assumes A thousand various curious colours cleare And lighting on her head said Charg'd I beare Thy parted soule to Pluto dedicated And free thee from thy corps excruciated This said she clipt her locks at once doth slip All vitall heat life into th' aire doth skip An end of the fourth book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the fifth book Aeneas sails to Sicil hies Where he his fathers obsequies Doth celebrate Acestes kinde About the grave brave games design'd A prodigie a fierie dart Then Iris playes old Beroes part In old-wifes weeds the fleet doth flame But sudden showres doe quench the same Anchises ghost in sleep doth show What warres his sonne must undergoe And by whose guid to passe to hell He builds a town wherein to dwell He leaves the wives and men unfit For Palinure he 'le steeres-man sit MEeanwhile Aeneas half way keeps his course His ships with soft windes cut the waves black source Reviewng poore Eliza's walls on fire The cause unknown of such combustion dire But bitter grief he fear'd for abrupt love Knowing how love-sick passions women move VVith these sad thoughts the Trojans forward sail Least sight of land at sea their fleet doth fail On all sides sea on all sides onely skie He o're his head a watry cloud doth spie Full stuft with storms whose blacknesse frights the seas And in his ship did Palâ—nure displease Whereat he cries Aâ—as vvhat clouds o'respread The heavens What means God Neptune by this dread He bids them play the men their oares to plie Sails to the lee and thus aloud doth crie Dauntlesse Aeneas though great Iove our guide Should promise vve in Italie should ' bide I could not in this case his words confide Such counter-cuffs crosse puffs us turn and vvinde Such dark dim clouds arise as th' aire quite blinde Nor do our reluctations us avail Since fortune forceth let 's vvith fortune sail And go wheres'ere she guides for sure think I Thy brother Eryx trusty towns are nigh And Sicils shores for I have certain sight Of noted starres if I remember right Surely sayes good Aeneas so I see The windes require thy labours all to be In vain I view Then bend thy course that way For a more pleasing place could I I say To rest our weary fleet vvish to attain Then whereas Troyes Acestes kinde doth reigne And vvhere my fathers buried bones remain This said they fetch the haven a Western blast Stretching their sails the navie nimbly past The channell and at length vvith joy each one Gets to the shore unto them all well known But from a loftie hill aloof in 's eye Acestes wondring did their fleet espie Their friendly fleet vvhich he runs down to meet Fierce with 's beares hide and dart them thus to greet VVhose mother Troy him at Crinisus floud Begat He mindefull of 's forefather good Them safe t' enjoy much joyes with countrey cates And friendly gifâ—s receives cheeres consolates Next day so soon as Eastern Sols bright face Had banisht starres Aeneas from each place And part o' th' port assembles all his mates And from a tombes top thus expostulates Renowned Dardans sprung from Ioves high race 'T is now a full and compleat twelve-moneths space Since here our sacred parents bones were laid And reliques left and sad death-altars made And this if I mistake not is the day The dolefull day which I resolve for aye To solemnize and sad to celebrate For so ye Fates ye do it destinate Yea this though Africk me an exile hel'd Though Grecian seas or shores me captiv'd quel'd With annuall votes and due solemnities And altar-decking gifts I 'd memorize Now are we gladly and as I conceive Not without heavens direction and good leave Come to our fathers bones and sacred dust And in t' a faire and friendly port have thrust Come on then let 's glad triumphs celebrate Let 's get faire gales and when my cities state Is stablisht I 'le my sacred rites each yeare To him in temples to him builded beare Troy-born Acestes two fat bullocks great Bestows on every bark throughout the fleet Then at the feast our countrey-Gods let 's place And those which kinde Acestes holds in grace Besides if Sol the ninth day with bright rayes His faire face o're the universe displayes First for our Trojans flying-fleets sea-fight I 'le prizes have for him whose nimble flight Best runs a race for him whose courage stout Wrastles most rare who best flings darts about Or fight with plummet-clubs doth best affect Let all be prest and purchas'd palms expect Lend us your clamours loud with bayes all crown'd This said himself his brows with laurell bound The like Helymus old Acestes doe Lively Ascanius all the youth so too He leaves the parle with thousand tendants brave
who by false sentence dy'd Yet lot and law these to their place apply'd Minos th' inquisitour the lots doth cast And spies and tries their lives and follies past Next they lie mourning who with guiltlesse smart Hating their lives their own hands pierce their heart Then though they spilt their bloud yet now'd be glad To suffer earths worst toiles then hells pains bad But fates forbid and hells most loathsome lake And Styxes nine-fold streams tie them to th' stake Not farre from thence lie all the fields about For so men call them of the weeping rout Here all whom tyrannizing love did slay With piercing passions these in by-paths lay Hid under myrtle boughs whose grief of heart Still stings them and in death doth not depart Here he beheld Procris and Phaedra faire Eriphyle her sonnes wounds laying bare Euadne he and Phasiphe did finde And Laodamia to her pheere most kinde Caeneus now a woman once a lad Yet re-transfigur'd for her follies bad 'Mongst whom he spi'de Sidonian Dido there Wandring i th' wood her love-wound fresh t' appeare WhoÌ„ Troyes brave prince approaching near scarce knew Through the thick shade like Luna whose first view A man through clouds doth see or thinks he sees He weeps and speaks such sugred words as these Distressed Dido ah that sad report Was too too true brought to me from thy court That thou wast dead and with a sharp sword slain Alas sweet lady I did cause thy bane Yet I protest by starres and deities And by firm faith if under ground it lies I left thy land faire queen against my minde And here the Gods commandments me do binde To traverse up and down these foggy shades Through thornie paths and deep dark dumpish glades Nor could I e're beleeve that it could be That my departure could so cruciate thee Ah stâ—y vvith me fly not away so fast Whom shun'st thou since this talk must be our last Thus spake Aeneas thinking therewithall To swage their grief and flouds of teares let fall She frowning fixt her angry eyes on ground Nor was more mov'd with all he could propound Then is hard flint or Parus rock obdure At last she from him breaks into obscure And bushy vvoods flying most angrilie VVhere her first spouse Sichâ—â—â— courteously Answered her vvoes vvith equall love repayd At this hard hap Aeneas vvas dismay'd Yet vveeping follows her aloof apace Lamenting much her absent vvofull case Thence on he goes and at the last they came To th' utmost fields where men of Martiall fame Did walk about here he Tydeus meets And Mars-like Parthenopeus kindely greets Adrastus gastly ghost and here he spies Such Trojan lords as caus'd full weeping eyes They being slain in warre he knows them all In their rare ranks and many a teare le ts fall Glaucus Thersilocus Medon all three Antenors sonnes he sadly there did see Polybetes great Ceres priest most stout Idaeus still in 's chariot drawn about Still brandishing his blade soules thick do flock On both sides making him their gazing-stock One sight sufficeth not they stay stand still Make neare approach and know the cause they will Why how he came But Greeces peeres most stout And those of Agamemnons warre-like rout Spying the man and his drawn glistering blade Through the thick mists extreamly all afraid Some flie away as once to ship to get Some gape to speak whose gapes their speech do let And here at last he saw in wofull case King Priams Deïphobus mangled face And all o're wounded corps most cruelly Yea his faire face defac'd uncomelily His broken brows both hands both eares and nose All quite cut off by his most barbarous foes Scarce he him knew trembling in wofull wise Lab'ring to hide those dire deformities Yet in a well known tone thus he cries out Deare Deïphobus valiant stern and stout Sprung from Troyes royall stemme what savage minde To take such foule revenge in 's heart could finde O who had power to use abuse thee so Fame did report and I nought else did know But that in dead of night thou wearied With slaying Greeks didst fighting fall down dead On heaps of them Then I in vain did frame On Rhetian shores a tombe unto thy fame And to thy soule sent three salutes most deep And made that place thy name and fame to keep Thy body there faire friend I could not see Nor as I would my countrey left give thee A worthy buriall Deïphobus here Sayes Nothing 's left undone O friend most deare To Deïphobus thou all dues hast payd All buriall rites but here alas I 'm stayd And drown'd in this distresse by fates decree And base Lacaena's fatall villanie She left me these sad monuments of woe For as we all you cannot choose but know And too too well remember that last night Did spend in frolick but most false delight When first that fatall horrid horse o'releapt Our Trojan walls when from his paunch out stept His swelling troops of armed foot-men fierce She feigning votes in Bacchanalian verse Led up and down our quaffing Phrygian dames And in her hand held forth bright burning flames And from their camps call'd out the Grecians bold Then cumbring cares and sleepinesse did hold Me prest to rest in my unhappie bed And sweet deep sleep had me now vanquished And laid like one quite dead This worthy wife Meanwhile my arms the safegard of my life And trusty sword purloyn'd and stole away Set my doores ope call'd in without delay Her Menelaus hoping thus to endere His love to her and all past ills to cleare What needs more words they burst into my bed Together with Vlysses mischiefs head Great Gods repay those Greeks with vengeance due If it be just which I request of you But what strange chance hath brought thee thus alive To us Tell me likewise what seas did drive Thee to these parts or was 't the Gods decree Or to these toiles hath fortune forced thee To tread these sad and sunlesse wearying wayes Thus with this talk Aurora's radiant rayes Had guilded half-o're heavens huge axletree And haply all their time thus spent might be But that the Sibyll his most watchfull mate Said Good Aeneas night doth properate And we with weeping waste the time in vain Here see the way divides it self in twain 〈…〉 way which leads by Pluto's gate Will bring us the right way t' Elysium straight But the left leads to Tartars torturing cell The place where damned soules are plagu'd in hell Then Deïphobus said Prime priest be still If I offend I 'le back my number fill And shelter me in shades Go thou O go Thou glorie of our land the heavens bestow Better good luck on thee This having said As soon as spoke away from them he made Aeneas quick lookt back and soon espi'de A spacious castle on a rocks left side With a strong threefold mightie wall surrounded Which Phlegethons fierce fierie river bounded And did thick ratling stones evaporate Before
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
Trojan shores t' obtain With bloud you must obtain safe to depart A Greek soule sacrific'd This to the heart Strook the astonisht Greeks as soon as heard Through all their joynts was trembling terrour rear'd To think whom thus Apollo meant should die Vlysses then pull'd Calchas forcibly The southsayer 'fore the Greeks bad him disclose Whom 't was the Gods requir'd then forthwith rose Much mutt'ring me to be this mischiefs aime Some this fear'd-ill to tell me closely came Calchas beside was silent ten dayes space And would not shew the man must death embrace At last Vlysses urging instantly He purposely burst out said I must die All were unanimous what all did feare The weight of deadly woe ones back must beare My dying day drew neare deaths vestments sable My heads death-coâ—f fatall fruits deplorable VVere all prepar'd But I 't is true evaded And death to scape by night a mud-lake vvaded And hidden lay i' th' flags till they did flee If haply so No hope yet left for me My soile to see children or parents deare VVhom thus expos'd to punishment I feare For mine escape guiltlesse to beare my smart VVherefore by th' Gods friends t' a truth-venting heart By faith unfeign'd if firm faith yet do stay 'Mongst mortall men I thee submissely pray Pity my grief so great so unjust wrong At these his teares our mercy staid not long But Priam presently life freely gave him Unbound his hands and all offence forgave him And said Who e're thou art lost Greeks forgo Thou now art ours the truth then fairely show VVhat means this huge horse who did it invent VVhat plot vvhat pious end vvarre-instrument Is coucht in it He straight instructed well VVith Grecian craft and guile his tale to tell His loos'ned hands to heaven lifts up and said I you adjure you quenchlesse shrine-fires made Your Godhead great altars death-swords now fled You fatall head-bands vvorn when I seem'd dead VVitnesse how justly sacred vows I break How justly hatefull 'gainst my Greeks I speak Opening their secrets of all oaths now free Thou then faire Troy keep promis'd faith vvith me If truths I shew if love I largely pay All Greeces hope of warres good hap still lay On Pallas power since vvhich Tydides still And vile Vlysses authour of all ill Assay'd t' assail her temple thence to take Minerva's image and did slaughter make Of the towres guard and desperately stole thence Faire Paâ—â—as statue with strange impudence Daring to touch to take with bloudy hands The Virgin-Goddesses unstain'd headbands From that time Greeks great hopes 'gan ebbe and end Their force waxt feeble Pallas not their friend No shewing anxious issues by strange sights Scarce had her statue station but flash-lights Of glist'ring flames came from her angrie eyes She swet all o're and thrice with jumps did rise Fearefull to see and shoke her shield and lance Calchas quick flight advis'd them to advance And told them Greece could ne're see Troyes shipwrack Unlesse their Gods and all else they brought back Which they with them to sea in barks do beare And now that they to Greece to sail prepare To make the Gods their friends arms all things fit Unseen sail back thus Calchas orders it Vision-advis'd they fram'd this fabrication Pallas t' appease and make due expiation And of so high so huge skie-magnitude Calchas contriv'd it with oak-fortitude That through Troyes walls and gates it might not go Left men their ancient superstition show For if your hands should Pallas presents spoile Much mischief which heaven bring on him the while Would light on Priam and his Trojan train But if your helpfull hands do it sustain And place i' th' town Troy would all Greece subdue And make our children this fierce fate to rue These Sinons snares false fetches perjuries Troy trusts being catcht o'rematcht with false forc'd cries Whom nor Tydides nor Achilles great Nor ten yeares warres could tame nor thousands chear And which made more to make them yet more blinde A fearefull object troubled their dull minde La'coon Neptunes priest as 't was the guise Offring a bull in solemne sacrifice Behold two snakes I tremble to declare With wondrous wraths from Tenedos repaire Gliding from silent seas to shore extending Their speckled breasts and flamy mains all bending Above the main their uglie odious tail And backs with fearefull folds do wrigling trail The waves they shove to shore with foamie dinne And up the land to crawl and creep begin Their gogling eyes flashing forth bloud and fire Their hissing mouthes sharp tongues do stench expire This sight put us to flight they joyntly crawl To La'coon and two of 's children small They first affront and 'bout their bodies wound With clinging clasps and bites their corps confound Then him their fierce assailant they assail With sword in 's hand and o're him they prevail And twice about his body twice his neck They twine and twist and hist with hideous check Their scalie corps long necks his height excelling And he with strugling hands stiffly repelling Pulling their knots with poys'nous filth besmear'd Most horrid screeks and cries to th' skies he rear'd Much like an altar bull beat down broke out To save his neck from th' ax roares roaves about But the serpentine dragons thence did glide To th' temple and to Pallas palace hide Under whose feet and shield they lurking bide New shivering feare our quivering hearts hence caught For all La'coon justly punisht thought Because his speare had pierc'd the sacred oak And 's lance had lanc'd the horse with impious stroke To fetch the fabrick therefore all consent Into our town Minerva to content Then straight we brake the wall a wide gap made All with their helping hands bring nimble aid By 's wheely feet and stiffe stuft neck to draw it And ceast not till o're walls ascent they saw it The fatall foe-fill'd fabrick thus brought in About the horse young boyes and girles begin To sing their holy hymnes to touch the cable Delighted much Troy now the horses stable I' th' heart o' th' town to th' town most formidable O countrey deare Gods seat victorious Troy Yet oft it stumbled hazarded annoy Entering the porch arms oft in 's paunch were heard And yet blinde blockish we were not afear'd But in the sacred towre the horse thus hous'd Yet we were by Cassandra's cautions rous'd Whom we would never trust by fates decree Poore we to whom this must the last day be With festive flowres and boughs our temple strew Meanwhile the skie 'gan change the day withdrew All darkning night her curtains black did spread And heaven and earth and Greeks grins covered Dreadlesse Dardanians silent soundly slept And now the Grecian troops had slily crept Out of their ships from Tenedos and soon Assisted by the still kind-shining moon Closely they landed then their Admirall Hung out a lanthorn-light and therewithall Sinon base Sinon sheltred by bad fates Closely unclasps the wooden-belly gates Wherein
renowned prince doth yonder stand Crown'd with a sacred olive-branch oh now I know him by 's gray haires on beard and brow Even noble Numa the first Romane king Who shall establish laws and make Rome spring From a poore land by simple Sabines aid Unto a mightie monarchie firm laid Whom Tullus shall succeed his men to make Their lazie lives to leave arms up to take And wonted triumphs now again to gain Next him shall rise Ancus with ampler train Too much affecting popularity And if thou wilt hither reflect thine eye And see the kingly Tarquines haughty heart And Brutus acting the revengers part Shall first accept the consuls dignity VVith bundles born and axes fatally This father first his own sonnes shall destroy Raising rebellions to the states annoy And slay them for his countrey liberty Unhappie howsoe're posterity May elevate and much commend the same O'recome with 's countreys love and thirst of fame See there where Decii Drusi stately stand And fierce Torquatus with his ax in 's hand And brave Camillus stoutly doth regain Romes ensignes lost But that most royall twain Whom thou seest glistring in like-arms most plain And now seem loving soules kept in deep shades Ah! what fierce warres with slicing bloudy blades Shall they raise up when once they rise to life What battells shall they fight what stintlesse strife The fath'r in law passing th' Alps altitude The sonne in law with 's Eastern multitude In battell ray Not so deare sonne not so Use not uncivil civil-warres of woe T'embrew your honour'd hands in countreys bloud And thou O thou Câ—sarean sonne most good Great seed of Iove sprung from a sacred line With such foule warres stain not those hands of thine The Capitoll he shall triumphant take And in hiâ— chariot make Corinthus quake The Grecians slain he Argos shall subdue And trample down proud Agamemnons crew And victour vanquish Pyrrhus self most strong Armipotent Achilles lay along And thus old Troyes great wrongs revenge shall have And Pallases polluted temple brave And who can thee grave Cato here omit Or of couragious Cossus silent sit Of Gracchus great those two rare Scipios Warre wondrous thunder-bolts to Carthage woes Fabricius mightie in his mean estate Serranus plow-man yet Romes potentate VVhy am I tyr'd to tell of Fabius grâ—â—t That mightie man whose wisedome to retreat And grave cunctation shall Romes wrack repaire Some for their skill in brazen statutes rare Some able I think hard marbles so to cut And carve as if they life had in them put Some famous for facundous oratorie Some for the Math'maticks deserving glorie But thou rare Romane rule with might and right Let this be thy chief art thy choice delight To plant good laws in peace to use most kinde Good subjects but to curb the haughty minde Thus grave Anchises and to their more wonder Behold sayes he mightie Marcellus yonder How he with spoiles most richly loaded goes And all transcending him great victour shows He he shall Rome from ruines re-advance Curb and crush Carthage and subdue all France A third time shall to Iove in sacrifice Hang up the captive arms his Martiall prize And here Aeneas for he saw in 's sight A lovely lively youth in armour bright But with a heavy look and cast-down eye Sayes Father pray who 's that in 's company His sonne or some of his renowned race VVhat noise they make see his most portly pace VVhy do such dark black mists his head so hide To whom Anchises weeping thus repli'de Deare sonne long not to know thy countreys woe The fates this childe to th' world will onely show And onely so Rome sure seem'd too too great To you high Gods if her imperiall seat Had been perpetuall O what sighs and cries Shall by his death unto great Rome arise I' th' field of Mars what frequent funeralls Shalt thou swift Tyber in thy fluent falls Behold as thou dost by his new grave glide Nâ—'re shall a sprig sprung from our Trojan side Exalt Italian ancestours so fairely Nor Rome triumph in any race so rarely Alas for his connative pietie Alas for faith spread by antiquitie And Martiall spirit what do these avail Who unreveng'd durst him in arms assail And or on horse or foot durst him encounter But he was ever found his farre surmounter Ah prince to be deplor'd if fates decree Hard fates thou scape thou shalt Marcellus be O give me now handfulls of lilies faire And let me strew with store of violets rare Those odoriferous gifts about the grave Though all in vain of this our kinsman brave Thus in these sad complaints they stray about And prie and spie all in those fields throughout And when Anchises all to 's sonne had shown And fire of future fame in 's heart had blown At last he shews what battells he must fight Latinus towns Italians warre-like might And how to beare or forbeare hazards all Which could or should i' th' future him befall There are sayes he two dormitive great gates Th' one made of horn as fame to us relates By which true spirits have a passage right Th' other of elephantine ivorie bright But false and fictious dreams soules this way send When thus Anchises did his conference end Both to his sonne and to the Sibyll grave Through th' ivorie gate he them free passage gave He hastes to 's fleet revisits his old friends And to Cateta's port his course he bends Where they with joy their anchours all do cast And there the fleet at shore is fixed fast An end of the sixth book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the seventh book Caieta dead here buried lies Aeneas to Laurentum hies Which he did plainly understand By his Ascanius was the land By fates assign'd Then straight he sent An hundred legates eloquent With presents to Latinus great A peace and pardon to intreat The king with peace doth them dispatch And for his daughter makes a match Juno displeas'd Alecto's sent From hell i'th'peace to make a rent A wounded stagge breeds all the jarre Confederates fit themselves for warre ANd thy death nurse Caieta in this strand Eternally hath memoriz'd our land And now thine honour there thy bones and name Great Italie maintains If this thy fame May ought enlarge but her due obsequies Rightly perform'd her grave made high to rise Seas smooth and calm Aeneas hoyst up sails And left the port with prosperous nightly gales Nor did dame Luna's light impeach their pace But made a shivering shine on seas surface Thus Circes next adjacent shores they slice Where Sols rich daughters daily songs entice In groves unpassable where she by night In her proud palace burneth fires most bright Of odoriferous cedar watchfully With nimble spindle spinning curiously Hence we might heare by night fierce lions roare Strugling in rage against the bonds they bore Wilde beares and bristly boares rage in their stie And shapes of mighty wolves howl hideously Whom furious Circe by her sorcerie And
the sea resides Their scattered fires huge fume and smoak up-cast Shew that this happy hap may not be past Or pretermitted and if you give way T' Aeneas to Pallant'um passe we may And this brave youth you 'le see return again Enricht with spoiles of foes defeated slain Nor can we by this means misse of our way We saw and knew by hunting every day I' th' bottome of deep dales the river faire And much o' th' town to which we would repaire Alethes ripe in yeares both grave and wise Said O our Gods who Troy do patronize As yet I see ye minde not to blot out Poore Trojans name since such brave youths so stout Such valiant hearts ye still unto us raise Thus speaking on their necks his hands he layes And holding both their hands with teares of joy He thus sayes on What praise what prize can Troy Repay to you brave youths of so rare parts The Gods will best requiâ—e your due deserts And good Aeneas will not be behinde Nor ripe Ascanius blot out of his minde Such meritorious deeds yea and I will Sayes young Ascanius for my joyes ye fill In my deare fathers safe return to me By our great Gods Nisus I sweare to thee And thy kinde mate by all our sacred kinne And by the aged Vesta's rites within That whatsoever fate or fortune's mine Into your bosomes it shall full incline Call back my father let me see his sight And nothing then can me molest affright Two silver bowls richly engraven and wrought Both which my father from Arisba brought When it was ruin'd by Achilles bold Two three-leg'd cups two talents of pure gold A bason brave given by queen Dido faire And if Italia chance to be our share And we by conquest do enjoy that crown And 'mongst us part the prey with high renown Thou saw'st what horse what arms rich Turnus had All those thou saw'st thy valiant heart to glad Assure thy self brave Nisus shall be thine Besides my father hath twelve matrons fine And captives twelve with all their ornaments And all king Latines lands and continents All these my father shall bestow on thee For thee faire youth whose yeares come nearest me Thee in my bosome of best love I take Thee my companion in all states I 'le make No fame by facts will I without thee gain In peace or warre thy counsel shall be ta'ne To whom Euryalus made this replie Faire sir no time shall finde me falsifie My promise in such high designes as these Yet fortune good or bad as heaven shall please May on us fall But thee this one thing I 'Bove all thy gifts intreat most earnestly I have a mother sprung from Priams race Whom neither Troy through its now captiv'd case Nor kinde Acestes realm poore heart could stay But with me she hath travel'd all our way Her I alas now unsaluted leave Ignorant what dire fate may to me cleave By this dark night and thy right hand I sweare That I could not her tender weeping beare Upon our parting I thee therefore pray In her distresse to be her staffe and stay To help her in her need If this request Thou to me grant my heart will be at rest And I the boldlier shall all hazards trie The Trojans hearts hereat melt instantly Who fell aweeping but Iülus chief Toucht at the heart between great joy and grief At this rare copie of connative love Which in 's affection this reply did move I promise and protest all said and done Is highly worthy such an honour'd sonne Thy mother shall be mine in all the same With my Creüsa save alone in name Nor such a sonne to have is honour small Whats'ever issue do this fact befall Now by this head I sweare by which before My father upon oft occasions swore What I thee promis'd safe return'd again Shall to thy mother and thy kinne remain Thus weeping spake he and from 's neck did take A rare gilt sword which Lycaon did make With curious art in ivorie scabbert rare Which he bestow'd upon Eury'lus faire To Nisus Mnestheus gave a lions skin Huge rough with haire which had a conquest bin Friendly Alethes did his helm exchange And thus they armed valiantly forth range Whom to the gates the Trojan gallants guide Both young and old and them with prayers plide Chiefly Ascanius grave beyond green yeares Expressing wisely manly filiall feares Follows them fast with prayers and messages Unto his father in their passages But all alas they spake flew into th' aire And to the clouds in vain they vented are Thus then gone forth they o're the trenches past And by dark night to foes camp came at last To many of them first dire death to bring There all-about neglected lies each thing The men laid on the grasse with wine and sleep O're whelmed all no watch their carts do keep Men 'mongst horse-harnesse lay here wine-pots stood There armour lay nothing in order good Nisus hereat first to Euryalus said Deare friend our way must now with blows be made This way we must and lest assaults behinde Do us infest have thou a watchfull minde And keep a distance off wide way I 'le make And all these vast impediments hence take This said he silent was and instantly Upon proud Rhamnes he set furiously Upon a rich wrought Arras carpet stretcht Who in a deep-drunk sleep his last breath fetch 't A king and southsayer which king Turnus joy'd But southsaying could not this great mischief void Three of whose servants lying neare were slain And Rhemus page and coachman quickly ta'ne Under his horses Both whom he left dead Cut both their throats cut off their masters head Leaving his headlesse trunk tumbling i' th' mire Soil'd with black bloud his soule and breath t' expire And to sigh out the beds and ground about Reaking warm fumes with gore that gushed out Besides Lamirus Lamus Serranus A brave young spark that night most riotous With Bacchus drunken bands his body bound Happy had he all night been playing found Even untill day But rav'ning lion-like For famine fierce made him the sheepfold strike Infesting all the flock he teares and spoiles The silly sheep and chaps with blood besoiles Whiles they lie mute for feare no lesse also Euryalus with slaughter on doth go And he in wrath raging about him layes And numbers of the namelesse vulgars slayes Hebesus Fadus Rhoetus Abaris He unawares did cause deaths cup to kisse But Rhoetus was awake and all this ey'd And base behinde a huge bowl did him hide From his fierce foe who seen was follow'd fast And with a fierce full wound his weapon past Into his sheathing corps with which deep blow His crimson gory soule doth belching flow And flie away mixing his bloud and wine Thus hotly he by stealth doth on incline And now unto Messapus mates he came And found their fires lifting their latest flame And all their horse at grasse about them ty'd Then briefly thus sayes Nisus
fiercely flie Even where he saw their swords and shields most thick But Lycus being of foot more light and quick Betook him to his heels through thickest bands Fled to the walls strove there with feet and hands To clamber up hopefull of help from 's friends Whom Turnus following at him fiercely bends A deadly dart and like a conquerour stout With these like chafing terms to him cries out Thou frantick fool think'st thou our hands to flee Supposest thou from us secure to be And with those words as he did upward crawl He pull'd him down and with him part o th' wall Much like an eagle preying on a hare Or some white swan rising up into th' aire Fiercely pull'd down by th' eagles tallons strong Or like a rav'ning wolf whose chaps do long To lick the bloud of the poore bleating lambe And therefore in the stall pulls him from 's damme From all parts clamours rise assaults are made With rubbish heaps the dikes are levell laid Fierce flaming brands to houses tops are cast But as Leucetius to the gates came fast To fire the same Troyes Ilioneus brave With a huge stone a deadly pelt him gave When valiantly Liger Emathion slew Asylas made death Chorineus due The one at darts th' other at shafts excell'd Caeneus stout by death Ortygius quel'd Turnus the victour Caeneui did slay Clonius and Itys he with death did pay Dioxippus and Promulus most stout And Sagaris and Ida holding out Worthilie on the wall but Capys brave Privernus kill'd and him Themilla gave A light wound with his lance who instantly Threw his shield from him and most foolishly Claps his hand on the wound whereat most fierce A winged shaft his left-side ribs did pierce And nail'd his hand unto his wounded side And bor'd his breathing lights wherewith he dy'd Brave Arcens sonne stood there in battell ray Clad in a coat of needle-work most gay Of a dark Spanish-purple colour rare Himself of lovely look and countnance faire Whom Arcens his great sire to warres had sent Bred up in Mars his grove neare the current Of Symâ—ths floud where is the altar faire And full of presents of Palicus rare Mezentius bold his lance being laid aside A whisling sling up took with Martiall pride And swung it thrice most fiercely 'bout his head The leaden bullet as it swiftly fled Melted i' th' aire and dasht him on the pate And dead upon the sands laid him prostrate Ascanius then for his first enterprise Is said to fling a shaft in Martiall wise Who formerly wilde-beasts was wont to fright Wherewith Numanus he did deadly smite Who was surnamed Remulus this same Turnus his younger sister a faire dame Did lately wed he in the forefront loud Vanting vain and vile things with spirit proud Unworthie our relation strook with feare Of kindred new the kingdomes rule to beare Went up and down boasting with haughtie din As if some princely pers'nage he had bin Twitting the Trojans thus Base cowards all Shame ye not to sit mew'd up in a wall To be immur'd in trenches now again Twice captiv'd Phrygians think ye but in vain By walls to scape from death I pray behold What gallant lads are these that dare be bold By warres to get our wives what destinie What madnesse great drave you to Italie Here are not Greeks Atrides tired rout No false Vlysses tongues to feigne and flout We are a people tough from rough stocks stemme Our children at the first we make to swimme In frozen flouds and harden them thereby Our boyes are bred to rare activitie In hunting beasts and them i' th' woods to tire To ride great horse is sport which they desire And horny darts to cast they much affect But constant at their work without neglect Small wealth our youth contents and either they With rakes and plowes do make the ground obey Their thriftie wills or towns with warre suppresse Thus every age doth it to steel addresse Yea even in peace our speares we hold in hand Working our cattell plowing up our land Nor does weak old-age weaken our stout mindes Make valour vanish but each gray-haires bindes His helm unto his head fresh spoiles and prey With sword and shield daily to beare away But as for you your cloathsare rich and rare Of purple hues embroidered all most faire Signes of your lazie mindes and your delights In wanton dancings are fond carpet-knights In jackets short with sleeves most delicate And hairelace bongrace most effeminate Fond Phrygian females masculines y' are none Gad to your Dindyms high hills every one Whereas your various-vain pipes sounds do call You to your wonted wanton dancings all Your Idaean mother Berecynthia faire To make you sport doth taber and pipe prepare Let arms alone to men touch not steel-swords Him vaunting thus with bold and bitter words Ascanius brave no longer could forbeare But he his horse-hide bow straight up doth reare His shaft set ready and his arms stretcht out To Iupiter he prayes with courage stout All-potent Iove my bold beginnings aid And on thine altar shall vow'd gifts be paid A faire fat bull with gilded horns most high And a young calf like his damme lustily Bearing his head whose pace makes dust to flie Iove heard from heaven and from a skie most cleare Ascanius did a prosperous thunder heare Whose bow therewith set ready at full bent A deadly arrow fiercely forth he sent The whistling shaft through th' aire took nimble flight And on proud Remulus his pate did light Piercing his brains Go sayes the young prince stout Go on true vertue with vain brags to flout Twice-captiv'd Phrygians send Rutulians thus This answer Thus did brave Ascanius The Trojans with loud cries second the same Fiercely flie on spurr'd with affected fame As then it hapt Apollo sagely sitting Upon a cloud i' th' open aire befitting Beheld th' Italian troops and Trojan town And thus t' Iülus said to 's high renown Go on brave spark rare vertues to augment Thus fame shall raise thee to heavens firmament Faire sonne and future sire of Gods most great All following bloudie broiles most boistrous heat Shall by the fates most due decree decrease Under great Dardans line and end in peace Troy can thee not contain And this being said Down from the skies his way he smoothly made And doffing all aire-puffing vapours quite He kindely came into Ascanius sight And on him took old Butes shape and face He heretofore enjoy'd the honour'd place Of Troyes Anchises page and guardian just Of temple rites and as a mate of trust The aged sire Ascanius sociates In every thing Apollo imitates An old-man right as he along did go In count'nance colour and gray locks also In ratling Martiall armour drest and thus And thus he spake t'enflam'd Ascanius Let it suffice thee brave Aeneas sonne What thou hast freely on Numanus done He slain thou safe now then for thy first praise Apollo great doth crown thee with due bayes And envies
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
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
with doubâ— By flying Acca to this young prince brought How their affaires were with confusion fraught How Volscians vanquisht were Camilla slain How furious foes upon them prest amain How they in all with prosperous warre proceed How feare within without the town did breed He fury-fill'd for so Ioves fierce decree Ordained had the immur'd mounts doth free Leaves the sharp thickets scarce was out of sight Hardly had pitcht his camp in Martiall rite When brave Aeneas entred had the wood And on the late forsaken mountain stood And got out of the grove when both in haste With all their troops unto the citie pas'd From one another not farre distant lying Aeneas also vigilantly eying The dusty fields and faire Laurentine bands And Turnus saw where stout Aeneas stands His footmens fierce approach his neighing horses Immediately they had conjoyn'd their forces And foughâ—â—he field had not Sols roseall face VVith tyred â—â—eeds been vail'd in th' end of 's race In Western waves and dayes decay brought night Before the town they therefore plant their might An end of the eleventh book of Virgils Aeneïs THE ARGUMENT of the twelfth book King Turnus now the Latines tyr'd With adverse arms once more desir'd By single combate fates to try Latinus labouring urgently A peace to make the peace is had Juturna Turnus sister sad Disturbs the same Camertes feignes Both th' adverse bands to fight constrains Aeneas wounded with a dart His mother Venus cures the smart The town is ta'ne queen Amata Then hangs herself Turnus straightway The combate with Aeneas tries Is slain Aeneas wins the prize WHen Turnus saw his Latines tired quite And much perplext with this unfriendly fight His promise now requir'd himself the but On whom the eyes of all themselves did glut VVith self-incensed rage he burns and blazes Fury implacably his spirit raises Much like the Libyan lion hunted sore VVho with a mortall wound molested more Prepares to fight insultingly doth shake His curled locks hoping revenge to take On the sly-hunter snaps the speare in 's paws And furious fearelesse roares with bloudy jaws So wrath vindicative fierce Turnus swells Thus then to th' king his troubled thoughts he tells In Turnus sure there can be no delayes Why turn-coat Trojans should use stops and stayes Eating their words refuse their promise past I 'le meet him then grave sir about you cast Secure conditions for your peace to make For with this hand I 'le either undertake That Asian fugitive to send to hell Let Latines sit and see and note it well And with my sword-salve heal this publick ill Or he shall conquer us and with good will My faire Lavinia in due marriage have The king with settled thoughts and count'nance grave Makes this reply O most accomplisht prince By how much thou all others dost evince In vertue valour the more seriously Must I consult with circumspective eye And cast all courses how to free our feare Thou hast faire realms held from thy father deare Faire warre-won towns Latiâ—us still inherits Plentie of gold but most and best brave spirits And Latium and Laurentum doth posâ—esse More vertuous virgins full of noblenesse Then give me leave to speak the truth though tart Plain without flash and fix my words in heart To no old suiter I my daughter may In wedlock joyn this fates and all men say Yet won with love of thee won by thy race And flouds of teares on my sad spouses face I brake all bands infring'd my promise plighted Unto my sonne in law vile warre invited Meanwhile thou seest brave Turnus what befalls Both thee and me what broiles even to our walls How many tyring troubles chiefly thee Have overtaken whereby we now see Our selves in two set-battells vanquished And we within our town scarce free from dread The strength and hope of famous Italie And to this day our bloud doth tepefie Swift Tybers torrent still our fields look white With mightie heaps of bones O why so light Turn I so oft what phrenzie moves my minde If Turnus slain I make these foes friends kinde Why rather do I not while he 's alive An end of these fierce fights with speed contrive What will our kinsmen the Rutulians say Yea and all Italie if I betray Fates falsifie my words his life to grave Whiles he our daughter his choice spouse doth crave Warres various events respect I pray With pitie thy old parents grief allay Whom full of grief Ardea's land separates This speech no whit stout Turnus rage abates Whose salve doth more and more the sore infest Who soon as he could speak it thus exprest Your care of me grave sire pray put aside And let me death for dignitie abide VVe yet cast darts draw swords with Martiall hands And every wound we give life-bloud commands His Goddesse mother will be absent farre VVho in a cloud that fugitive from warre VVith feminine affection us'd to hide In pain shall he in cloudy vails abide But now the queen with this new-purpos'd fight Sorely perplext showres teares in piteous plight Her firie sonne in law ready to die Embracing in her arms with plaints doth plie Deare Turnus by these teares I thee intreat By that if any love o' th' honour great Of Amata warms thy late loving heart For of our old age thou the sole staffe art Our sorrows solace Latines lovely crown That prop which faâ—ling all our state falls down This one thing I thee pray Cease warres with Troy For whatsoever chance doth thee annoy The very same my Turnus me'le destroy And life I 'le leave ere captiv'd I will see Aeneas base my sonne in law to be Her mothers tongue with teares Lavinia knew Straight crystall drops her blushing cheeks bedew VVhose corrall colour seem'd her face to flame And with much heat to overspread the same Much like white ivorie with vermilion stain'd Or lilies faire with much red-roses drain'd Such was the damsels daintie coloured face Love straight turns Turnus to more amourous case VVhose eyes fast fixed on her count'nance faire More eagerly for arms he does prepare Thus therefore briefly to queen Amata He makes reply Forbeare forbeare I pray Deare mother with your teares me to molest To urge me from a lot which I love best And for which I will bloudiest battells try Nor is 't in Turnus life or death to fly Go therefore Idmon tell that Phrygian king Shew the unsavoury message thou dost bring That earely the next morn so soon as e're Ruddy Aurora with a count'â—â—nce cleare In purple chariot ushers in day â—ight His Trojans should not Rutule◠〈…〉 fight But both might rest and both desist from arms And their two's bloud determine these alarms This message sent to 's home he fiercely flies Calls for hir horses which before his eyes Champing with foaming mouths him much delight Even those which of a faire and prancing sprite Faire Orithyia to Pilumnus gave For snowie colour and swift course most brave The horse-keepers about