neither known The Gods in loves High court pity their rage That thus poor mortals should themselves ingage Here Venus sits there cruell Iuno stands And pale Tisiphone raves amidst the bands But here Mizentius a huge javeline shakes And to the field highly incensed makes So tall Oryon through the swelling tides Marcheth on foot the waves scarce reach his sides Or when he stalks more proudly on dry land Bringing from hils an old ash in his hand Whilst his proud head amongst the clouds he hides So in his mighty arms Mizentius prides Aeneas having spi'de him through the bands Marches against him He undaunted stands Waiting th'approach of his magnanimous foe And having took the measure of his throw This hand which is my God and this my spear Which now I poise grant your assistance here That cruell Pirates spoils and arms I now For thee a trophie dearest Lausus vow This said at him he cast his sounding lance But the swift spear did from his target glance And far from thence through noble Anthor run This was great Hercules companion Who sent from Argos with Evander staid And his abode now in Ausonia made Thus hurt he fals and haplesse views the skies Remembring his dear Argos as he dies His javelin then valiant Aeneas threw Which through his brazen quilted target flew Where three bull-hides tan'd did their force conjoyn And fast it stuck in bold Mizentius groyn Whose strength now fails soon as Aeneas saw The Tyrrhens blood straight he his sword did draw And whilst he was astonish d rusheth on This Lausus viewing fetch'd a heavy grone For his dear father and salt tears he sheds Here thy sad death and most renowned deeds If antient stories have related truth I shall not silence O most noble youth Mizentius hurt began some ground to yield Drawing the hostil weapon from his shield Lausus steps in and brought his father aid And took the blow which fierce Aeneas made On his own shield receives him with delays At which a shout his glad companions raise Whilst the hurt father from the fight withdrew Defended by his son Iavelins they threw And ' gainst the foe their lances thick discharge Aeneas rag'd protected with his targe As when a showre descends of hail and rain Straight all the husbandmen forsake the Plain Under dry roofs himself the traveler saves Or shelters under bancks or rockie caves Until the storm is o're that when the Sun Returns he may perfect the work begun So was Aeneas overwhelm'd with darts Bearing the tempest thundring from all parts And Lausus he rebukes now menaceth The bold youth thus why hastenst thou thy death And dost so much above thy strength assay Thy Piety fond youth doth thee betray But he no lesse rashly himself ingag'd At which the Dardan Prince extreamly rag'd And now â—is thread of life the fates had span In him to th'hilts his sword Aeneas ran And through the threatners shield and arms it pass'd And coat his mother with pure gold had grac'd I lood drown'd his breast his soul her Progresse makes Down to pale shades and the cold corps forsakes But when his face great Anehisiades And cheeks now wonderfully pale espies He stretch'd his hand then sigh'd with grief opprest And now his fathers love affects his breast Saying poor youth what fame for thee is due What worthy gift shall I bestow on you Take thy lov'd arms if those thou dost regard And with thy Royall Parents be interr'd This comfort have in thy sad funeral That thou by great Aeneas hand didst fall Then checks his lingring friends himself before Raising him up his hair defil'd with gore Mean while his father at the crystal streams Of Tyber cleans'd his wound and eas'd his limbs Against a tree on which his helm he hung And on the grasse his pondrous armour flung A choice guard round panting his neck did rest Which bowing with his beard cover'd his breast Then asks for Lausus and oft sends to find And call him off since 't was his fathers mind But the dead youth his friends in sorrow drown'd Bore on a shield slain by a mighty wound Far off the crie his soul presaging knew Then on his silver hair rowl dust he threw And both his hands at once to heaven he heaves Then thus complaining to the body cleaves Dear son was life to me so sweet that thou Whom begot for me shouldst suffer now Must I thy father draw this vital breath Sav'd by thy wounds and live by thy sad death O let me now to woful exile go Since I behold this wound this fatall blow Oh son my acts have blasted thy renown Expuls'd by malice from my throne and crown 'T was I should suffer in this hatefull strife And many deaths pay for this wicked life Yet still I live view heaven converse with man But I le forsake them all Then he began Thus saying to raise his feeble thigh from ground And though it fail'd him with so great a wound Undaunted he commands his horse provide This was his comfort this his only pride On this through all his fights did Conqueror go To whom he spake declaring thus his woe Of long life Phoebus we have had the proof If any time to mortals were enough Either we must Aeneas head this day And bloody spoils in triumph bear away Revenging Lausus or if fates deny Assistance we will both together die For sure most valiant Steed thou'lt not admit A Trojan rider nor a strangers bit Thus having spoke up sad Mizentius gets And soon himself in comely manner seats Then both his hands did with sharp javelins load On his bright helm whole mains of horses fload And straight he marches up whilst mighty shame Grief and distraction did his soul inflame Love provokes rage and losse of honour all Then thrice aloud did for Aeneas call The Trojan knew the voice and thus he pray'd So may great Jove and Phoebus now perswade That thou begin the fight And praying with a dreadful spear march'd on But he why hast thou rob'd me of my son Most cruell man and terrifiest me thus Since no way else thou hadst to ruine us Nor fear we death nor any God regard Leave of thy prayers to die I come prepar'd But first these legacies I le on thee bestow This said he cast a javelin at the foe Another after then another flings And swiftly wheels about in mighty rings Aeneas shield receives them thrice he goes About him standing and sharp lances throwes Three times the Trojan turning where he stood Bore on his brazen shield a mighty wood Vext with delay and plucking from his targe So many spears and with the dangerous charge Plotting all means at last he did advance And through his horses head he sent his lance Who rising then beats with his feet the skies And tumbling backward on his rider lies Oppressing much his arm extended out Trojans and Latines send to heaven a shout In leaps Aeneas and his bright sword
arms thus saying he assumes Androgeus glittering shield and crested plumes And fits an Argive sword unto his thigh This Ripheus Dymas all the company Each arm'd himself in recent spoilcs with joy Then mix'd with Greeks wanting our Deity And through nights gloomy shades oft on we fell And many a Graecian soul we sent to hell Some fly to th' Ships and swift to safe shores bend Others with base fear struck again ascend The mighty horse and in the known bulk hide Ah who may hope if by the Gods deni'd Cassandra lo the Priamaenian maid From Pallas temple drag'd her hair displaid To heaven her bright eyes raising then in vain Her eyes for cords her tender hands restrain Inrag'd Choraebus not induring this Willing to die leaps midst his enemies All after rush ' mongst thickest squadrons went Here first by darts from the high temple sent Our own destroy us and sad slaughters make By change of Arms and Graecian helms mistake The Graectans gather stir'd with griefe and rage And for the rescu'd Virgin all ingage Then both th' Atrides and his men drew up Fierce Ajax and the sterne Dolopian troupe So advers winds contest with all their force West South and Eurus on his Eastern horse The woods resound and fomie Nereus raves And with his trydent stirs up dreadfull waves Those we by stratagem had overthrown And by nights help chac'd round about the town Appeare and first they knew our feigned arms The difference of our language and alarms We are ore-powr'd and first at Pallas fane Chorebus was by Peneleus slaine Next Ripheus fell most faithfull to his trust Nor in all Troy was known a man more just Though by the Gods otherwise look'd upon Hypanis Dymas were by friends orethrowne Nor Phoebus Myter could deliver thee Panthus from death nor thy great pietie Troyes ashes witnesse and last flames of mine If in your fall I danger did decline Or Graectan force death had my fate been full This hand did merit Thence with us we pull Iphitus Pelias I phitus age detain'd Pelias a wound he from Ulysses gain'd Hence clamor calls to Priams Pallace there A huge fight was as if no war else-where Nor in the whole town other funeralls So untam'd Mars Greeks rushing to the walls We saw strong gates with testudes they assaile High pillars climb and walls with sadders scale Shields their left hands protect oppose defence ' Gainst darts their right hands seize the battlements Dardans resist down roofes and towres they cast And with such arms since they behold their last Prepare to save themselves in deaths extreams High honours of old Princes golden beams They tumble down others with drawn swords stood To keep the gates and with strong guards make good Courage restor'd we to the Pallace made To joyn our force and give the vanquish'd aid There was a porch with private gates a way Well known in Court behind the pillars lay Often by which whilst Ilium did remaine Haplesse Andromache without a traine Old Priam us'd to visit and did bring Her son Astyanax to delight the King Straight I this way the battlements ascend From whence in vain their darts the Trojans spend There was a towre erected wonderous high And with proud Bulworks seem'd to kisse the skie From whence all Troy accustomed to see The Campe and Navie of the enemie This with my sword I loos'd and on that part Wherre jutting beams did from their mortisse start We gave a shove when sudden from that hight Thundring it fell and on the Greeks did light But fresh men Charge nor stones nor any kind Of weapons ceast mean while Pyrrhus just at the entrance in the passe Triumphs in arms and shines in glittering brasse So in the Spring a sterved Snake comes forth Whom swoln cold Winter drove beneath the earth Now having cast his skin he fresh appears With skining youth and proud his bosome rears In towrie windings to the cheering South His triple stings brandishing in his mouth With him huge Periphas Automedon Achilles Charioteere and Squire comes on These seconded by all the Scyrian bands Who on the roofes cast fire and flaming brands Through strong gates first he with an ax did passe And from the hinges tore down beams of brasse Then hews huge pillars cleaving knotty oke And a large breach with a wide passage broke The house within appears long halls unfold Prtams bed-chamber and the Kings of old The entrance they might see arm'd souldiers guard Within mix'd tumults and loud skreeks are heard The arched seelings howl with female cries And c'amours to the golden starres arise Then fearfull Matrons through vast buildings mix'd The posts imbracing held and kisses six'd With 's fathers strength Pyrrhus maintains the fight Nor guards nor rampires can resist his might Gates with his battering Ram are overthrown And from their hinges Jaumes are tumbled down They force their way the first they meet they kill And royall Courts the basest souldiers fill A soaming river not so fiercely goes When breaking forth his bancks he overthrowes And on the plaines with hostile billowes falls Bearing with him both carrell and then stalls I saw how slaughtering Pyrrhus was inrag'd To enter how th' Atrides were ingag'd The Queen a hundred Ladies Priam view'd And fires he hallow'd with 's own blood imbrew'd He fifty Daughters did with marriage grace Such hopes there was of his illustrious race Beams rich with gold and spoyles fall by their ire And Greeks posses what 's not possest by fire But here you may inquire of Priams fates When Troy he saw was taken and his gates Torn down through all the Court the foe to rage Arms long unworn th' old man trembling with age Girds on in vain a uselesse sword he takes And desperate where the foe was thickest makes Amidst the court under heavens canopie An Altar stood an antient Laurell nigh Imbrac'd the Gods with a declining shade Hither in vain the Queen and Daughters fled But when in youthfull arms she Priam spide Oh! my most wretched husband straight she cride What counsell thee to put on arms did move Into what danger dost thou run dear love These times no such defenders will allow No if my Hector should be present now Draw neer this altar may protect us all Or here in death we will together fall Then she her husband by the hand did bring And plac'd in sacred seats the aged King Behold Polytes one of Priams sons Having escap'd from slaughtering Pyrrhus runs Wounded to seek some sheltring place he flyes Through arms through foes courts and long galleries Whom raging Pyrrhus did with arms pursue Now takes and strikes him with his javeline through At last as in his parents sight he stood He fell and powres his soule out with much blood Here Priam though beset with death abstain'd Neither from language nor his wrath restrain'd The Gods for this who such a bold act dar'd If any power in heaven such things reguard They 'l recompence and due
Forsake and other billows roul with oars Brief th' aged Priestesse thus to him replies Anchises son sure stock of deities Thou Styx Cocytus view'st by this to swear And to deceive the power the Gods do fear All those sad troops thou seest are not interr'd That Charon those he wafts are sepulcher'd Untill their bones in quiet rest before None passe these hoarce waves to the horrid shore A hundred years to wander here they' are bound Permitted then to passe the Stygian sound The Prince at this no further did advance And full of thoughts pitying their sad mischance Leucaspes and Orontes there he spies The Lycian chief sad wanting obsequies Whom the black south o're set with tempest when They sail'd to Troy waves swallowing ship and men Lo Palinure the master next appear'd Whom whilst by stars from Lybia he steer'd Fell mid'st the waves and tumbles with the stern Him when he could in so much shade discern O Palinure first said what deitie Snatch'd thee from us and drown'd amid'st the Sea Speak for to me still Phoebus words prov'd true But onely in my hopes concerning you He said thou safe to Latium through the seas Shouldst passe behold Are these his promises Great Trojan Prince Phoebus deceiv'd not thee Said Palinure nor hath the God drown'd me For the torne rudder grasping with much force As to my charge I stuck and steer'd my course With it I fell by the rough seas I sweare Nor for my selfe conceiv'd I so much feare But that the Master wanting at the helme Such swelling waves thy ship might overwhelme Three stormie nights rough south winds carried me Through the vast waves the fourth dawne Italy Rais'd on a swelling wave I saw and swam Softly to shore and to firm footing came When cruel men on me with weapons set Grasping rough bancks loaden with garments wet Who ignorantly tooke me for a prey The waves possesse me now and in the sea The winds oft rowle my body to the shore But by heavens pleasant light I thee implore Py thy deare Father and thy hopefull heire Take me from hence great Prince or else interre For thou hast power and seeke m'in Velins bay Or if thy mother Venus shew the way For I beleeve without some aiding God Thou com'st not now to faile this dreadful flood Then helpe a wretch and me transport with thee That I at last in death may quiet be This said then Sybill thus her selfe exprest Whence Palinurus comes this strange request Wouldst thou unburied Styx the furies Lake Behold and without leave these shores forsake Desist to hope that fates will heare thy prayer But take this comfort to appease thy care The neighbouring Cities shall thy bones interre And mov'd by omens build thy sepulchre Then to thy tombe pay yearly rites and shall The place for ever Palinurus call These words appeas'd his cares and griefe ore-came Proud of a countrey that should beare his name Then on they went and to the stream drew nigh As Charon these from Stygian waves did spie Bending through silent groves to his fad strands Thus rudely first begins and threatning stands Who ere thus arm'd approachest to our streams Your businesse tell this is the place of dreams Of shades and drousie night depart nor can My Stygian boat transport a living man Nor pleas'd it me to waft ore Stygian seas Theseus Perithous nor great Hercules Though sprung from Gods men never vanquished From our Kings Throne in chains Alcides led Hels porter trembling the other did combine To take from Plutoe's bed chast Proserpine Then Sybill said give not such way to rage Here are no stratagems nor arms t' ingage A violence let hels Porter ever lye In 's kennell and pale Shadowes terrifie Still in her Uncles Court the Queen may be Aeneas fam'd for armes and pietie To see his father through darke shades descends If thee no shape of such affection bends Behold this bough which hidden in her vest She shewes then swelling rage forsakes his breast Nor more he said but the strange gift admires The fatall bough not seen in many years Then turns his sable vessel toward the strand Thence drives those Ghosts sate waiting on the sand Opens his hatches and receives his freight The craz'd boat groanes with great Aeneas weight And leakie drunck much water safe at last He with the Priestesse and Aeneas past And free from foule mud ' mongst black rushes lands From triple jawes great Cerberus through those strdans Still barks and huge in a vast kennell lies When she his neck dreadfull with serpents spies She casts to him a soporiferous bit He opens his three mouths to swallow it Then being laid stretcht forth his long back lies Measuring his kennell with his mighty sise Aeneas past whilst Cerberus sleeps and leaves The shores of irrenavigable waves Then they heard voices and a mighty cry Of Infants weeping which in th'entrance lie Whom from sweet life a wofull death did call From the loved teate with timelesse funerall Next those who falsly were condemn'd to die And did not without Lot or judgement lie Minos being plac'd a silent councell cals And lives examines of the criminals Next after these those wretched Ghosts recide Who nating life have by their own hands dyde And lost their soules who now to live again Would not hard toyle and poverty disdain Them fates deny and the most dreadfull sound Binds in and Stix nine times incircles round Not farre from hence they to large champaigns came The fields of sorrow call'd such was the name Here those whom cruell love with griefe devours Did haunt close walks conceal'd in mirtle bowres Nor in their death relinquish they their woes There Phedra Procris and Euryphile goes Shewing those wounds her son had made he saw Pasiphae Evadne Laodomia Coeneus with them now woman once a man Whom fates restor'd to her own sex againe Amongst these Dido wandred the great wood With a fresh wound whom as Troys Heroe stood And drawing nigh through obscure shades he knew Such in her prime the rising moon we view Or seeme at least to see through clouds displaid Powring forth tears then with sweet love he said Ah haplesse Dido truth that newes did tell Which said thou' rt dead and by thy own hand fell I was the cause now by the stars I vow By Gods and faith if any is below Unwillingly best Queen I left thy lands But was inforced by the gods commands Who now compell me through these shades to passe Through deepest night and this most dismall place Nor my departure could I ere suppose Could thee alas ingage in so much woes O stay and part not thus whom fly'st thou me We nere shall meet againe so fates decree These to her vext and frowning he declares Her to appease but forceth his own tears Fix'd on the earth her eyes averse she held Nor was to change no more with words compeld Then if hard flint or Parian Rocks had stood Then flyes displeas'd and seeks
and into Sea-Nymphs turn Euryalus and Nisus venture through The enemies camp by night and many slew Their wofull deaths Italians with the dawn To storm the town are from their quarters drawn The Trojans sally forth in whose retreat Turnus engag'd is shut within their gate Many brave men he kils then on he goes Single against whole regiments of foes At last leaps ore the wall the river swam And off with all his arms in safety came WHilst thus affairs in severall places went Juno to valiant Turnus Iris sent Then in the sacred grove by chance he sate Was to his sire Pilumnus consecrate To whom she thus from rosie lips began What no god dares vouchsafe to any man Turnus behold at length time freely sends Aeneas having left his fleet and friends Is to Evanders palace gone nay more Past to the confines of the Tuscane shore There arms the Rusticks and the Lydian force What doubtst thou now 's the time raise chariots horse Break all delay their troubled camp invade Thus saying to heaven she mounts on wings displaid And through the great bow midst the clouds she flies He knows her and his hands rais'd to the skies Then with such words persues her as she went Iris heavens glory who to me hath sent Thee from above from whence this sudden light I see heaven open and behold the bright Stars wander round the poles the signs obey'd Who ere thou art commands to arms This said From chrystal streams he water takes then plies The Gods with prayers and loads with vowes the skies And now they took the field with all their force Bravely appointed both in arms and horse The Van Messapus Tyrrheus off-spring had Charge of the Reare Turnus the Battel led And by the shoulders arm'd he taller shews As in seven channels silent Ganges flowes With gentle waves or when the fat-stream'd Nile Hides in himself and leaves the fertile soile The Trojan camp a sudden cloud espies Thick with black dust and a dark smoke to rise Caicus first from high works calls aloud What body sirs advanceth in that cloud Arm arm stand to your arms ascend the wall The foe draws nigh Then with great clamour all The Trojans fill the works and bulwarks mann'd For the most warlike Prince gave this command At his departing Whatsoever chance Not to give battel nor to field advance But keep their trenches and their walls maintain Therefore though shame or danger do constrain They kept their gates obeyng that command And arm'd on towres the foe expecting stand Turnus out-stripping the slow Regiments With twenty chosen horse himself presents Before the Town on a brave Thracian born His golden helmet crimson plumes adorn Then thus he said Who first will charge the foe And as he spake did his swift javelin throw Signal to th' fight and bravely first rides out They all obey and follow with a showt Admiring Trojans to such cowardise yeeld That men should feare to fight in open field And lie incamp'd Vext he the walls survaies And secks to enter by obscurest waies As a slie wolf neer a full sheep-coat lies Suffering both wind and weathers injuries Growling till midnight whilst the tender Lambs Exercise bleating safe beneath their dams He sharp ' gainst th' absent raves long want the cause Of greedy hunger and blood-thirsty jawes So Turnus anger burns those warlike frames Viewing and sorrrw his hard bones inflames How to get in and by what means to train The Trojans forth and draw to th' open plain The Fleet which lay close by the Trenches side Round with the stream and buswarks fortifide He charg'd and of his proud mates fire demands And fierce a flaming pine now fills his hands Straight they fall on his presence courage bred With black brands all the youth are furnished They spoile the hearths now pitchy vapours rise And Vulcan mix'd with smoke ascends the skies What god O Muse could make such flames retire And save the Trojan fleet from cruel fire Though old the fact yet lasting is the fame When first Aenaeas did in Ida frame His fleet and rig'd to sail the mighty seas Cybele mother of the Deities Bespake great Jove Dear son thy eare incline To thy lov'd mothers suit since heaven is thine I many yeares did love a piney wood There I had rites there my high temple stood Dark with black fir-trees and a maple shade These when the Dardan prince his navy made I freely gave Now fear me much molests To ease sad care thy mother this requests Let them no voyage craze nor storm orerhrow This grant because they on our hills did grow Then spake her sonne who rules the worlds bright fires Mother why tempt'st thou fate what 's thy desire Shall ships by mortals built immortal be And shall Aeneas safe all dangers see Is such power given to any deity But when their voyage ends they anchor'dly On Latian shores What ships escape the main And set the Dardan on th' Ausonian plain Their mortal form I le change of the great sea Goddesses make as Doto Galate Who foaming Pontus with their breasts divide This by the Stygian streams he ratifide Banks full of sulphur and the horrid lakes Then with his nod he all Olympus shakes The promis'd day was come times due by fate Were full when much incens'd by Turnus hate Cybele sav'd from fire the sacred pines Here in their eyes a wondrous light first shines And from the East a cloud was seen to fly Idaeans dance words dreadfull from the sky Amaz'd the Trojans and Rutilian bands Fear not O Trojans neither arm your hands To save my fleet Turnus shall burn the sea Before these sacred vessels Go be free And Sea-nymphs go Cybele bids They tore Their anchorge then and sodain launch'd from shore And with their beaks like Dolphins duck most strange Dive to the bottom and to Virgins change As many brazen prowes at shore did ride So many beauties to the Ocean glide All wonder fierce Messapus is dismaid His horse disorder'd and swift Tyber staid Murm'ring hoarse things his foot from sea retreats But not bold Turnus confidence abates He cheers now chides then thus his men upbraids This th'eatens them Jove now withdraws all aids Nor dare they Rutile sword nor fire abide And now the Ocean is to them denide No hope of flight that part of help is lost We have the land such thousands in our host Of Latium arm'd nor me those oracles daunt If for themselves the Phrygians any vaunt Enough for Venus fate rich Italie That they have touch'd and there are fates for me This wicked nation to cut off with steel Rob'd of my wife nor do th' Atrid's feel Alone this grief nor may Greece only arm It might suffice once to have fallen to harm Once was enough all women then to hate Whom these slight works and this entrenched gate Grant small delayes t'assured funerals Have they not seen in flames the Trojan walls To lie which Neptune which his hands
drew And thus he said Where 's proud Mizentius now And that fierce courage made him once so bold But he as soon as heaven he did behold And coming to himself recoverd breath Why triumph'st thou proud foe and threatenst death May I not die Therefore I fought with thee Nor made my son such articles for me One thing if vanquisht foes gain suits I crave A burial I know my people have Me in disdain their fury oh prevent And grant my son and me one monument This said his throat receive th' expected blow And on his arms his soul in blood did flow THE ELEVENTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE ARGUMENT Mizentius trophey Pallas funerals Cessation made The King a councel cals Diomed's answer Venulus relates Drances and Turnus loud in hot debates Aeneas gives the City an alarm The King his Councel leaves and Latines arm Camilla's story Troops of horse maintain A doubtfull fight the bold Virago slain The Trojans flying Rutilie persue Turnus inform'd straight from his ambush drew Aeneas takes the passage then march'd down To th' open plain and lies before the town MEan while Aurora from the sea ascends Aeneas although care t'interre his friends The time requir'd much for their death dismaid Early his vows to heaven a conquerour paid A mighty oke depriv'd of bowes he plac d Upon a hill and with bright armour grac d The spoils of King Mizentius to be A trophie mighty God of war to thee His plumes bedewd with blood and broken lance And breast plate twelve times pierc'd he did advance Then to his friends triumphing for a guard They made about him he himself declar'd Most valiant Trojans the great work is done What now remains but that all feare we shun The proud Kings spoils here our first offering stands Mizentius now serves under our commands Next for Latinus walls let us prepare And boldly arm nor doubt the chance of war Lest for their stay any plead ignorance When first the Gods shall please we will advance Our standard and our army forth shall lead Nor for base fear let none excuses plead Mean while let 's beare our friends unto the grave The only honour which the dead can have Go those brave souls with solemn rites attend Whose blood for us hath purchased this land Put first on Pallas mournful obsequies wait And bear him to his fathers woful seat Whom from sweet life a cruel death did call Wanting no valour to sad funerall Weeping he said and to the herse he bends Where old Acetes Pallas corps attends Who when Evanders squire much honour won But not so happy waiting on his son Round him his servants and the Trojans were And Ilian dames sad with dishevel'd hair But when Aeneas enter'd a huge cry Beating their breasts they raise unto the sky And the whole court with loud complaining fild Soon as he had dear Pallas corps beheld And the wide wound upon his lovely breast With many tears his grief he thus exprest Brave youth when better fortune came did she For very spight deprive us straight of thee Lest thou shouldst see our conquest and return Unto thy fathers Court in triumph born I to Evander no such promise made At my departure when with mighty aid He me dismist and fearful did foresh ew We should incounter with a dangerous foe But now perhaps glad hope his mind doth raise And vows he makes with frequent sacrifice Whilst to the dead who 's not indebted now To any God vain honour we allow These are the promis'd triumphs thou shalt see Perform'd by us thy sons sad obsequie Thus I discharge my trust But no base wound Shall by Evander on his corps be found Nor shall he wish his life at honours cost What strength hath Latium and Ascanius lost This said to raise the sad corps he commands And sends a thousand chosen from the bands Who should attend his last solemnitie And with Evanders tears their sorrow Vie And to a mourning father comfort be Though small yet gratefull in great miserie Some busie joyning verdant Arbuts were And deck with oken leaves the stately Bier Then the sad hearse with boughs and branches shade Where on green rushes the brave youth they laid Such the pase Daffadill or Violet Pluck'd by a Virgins hand whose beauty yet And form remains though from the stalk now rent Their mother earth affords no nourishment The Prince two robes of gold and purple brought Which with her own hand beauteous Dido wrought And to Aeneas did present of old And mixt the curious web with purest gold Which for a hearse-cloth on the corps he laid Then with a vail his comely hair did shade And with Laurentian spoils did him adorn Bids what he won in order to be born And horse and arms were taken from the foe Then those to shades a sacrifice must go Quenching the cruell flame with luke-warm blood Their hands behind them bound prepared stood Next bids prime Captains hostile arms to bear And names of slaughter'd foes upon their spear They old Acetes led with grief opprest Tearing his hair beating his wofull breast Who falling down on th' earth extended lay They chariots stain'd with Rutile gore convay Ethon his horse in mourning next took place And weeping with great tears blubber'd his face This bore his lance and that his shining crest For Turnus being Couquerour spoil'd the rest The Trojans follow and the Tyrrhen Peers And sad Arcadians trailing of their spears Next all the mourners march'd in order on Then spake Aeneas with a heavy grone Now we must others mourn in battel fel Dear Pallas now eternally farewel For evermore adieu Nor more he said But to the wals of the high City made When from Latinus some were sent to treat With olive vail'd a breathing space to get That he would please the bodies of the slain Which now in heaps lay scatter'd on the plain They might interre for with the vanquished Should no contention be nor with the dead And those once stil'd his friends he now would spare Their suits which not to be rejected were Aeneas grants and did their fears asswage Sirs what strange fortune forc'd you to engage In such a war and us your friends to shun Seek you a peace for those in fight orethrown I 'de rather grant it unto them remain Nor had I come but that the fates ordain These seats for me nor had with you made war Your King left us for Turnus did declare 'T were fitter Turnus should in single fight Try't out himself if he would put to flight The Trojan bands and give the war an end Let him with me then hand to hand contend And let whom God and 's right hand favour live Go and your haplesse friends due funerals give Aeneas said whilst they stood all amaz'd And with deep silence on each other gaz'd Old Drances then who bore eternal spleen ' Gainst valiant Turnus did at last begin O Trojan great by fame greater by wars How
shall I match thy honour with the stars Shall I thy power or justice first admire Humbly our King shall know of thy desire If fortune aid us we shall him perswade To peace let who so will then Turnus aid To build your promis'd city we shall joy And bear upon our backs the stones of Troy All with one voice approve the words he said And a cessation for twelve dayes is made Trojans and Lutines wander here and there Through woods and mountains and no danger feare Now mighty Ashes with the axe resound And Pines that kist the stars tumble to ground Whole Okes they cleave sweet Cedar is orethrown And with wild Ash huge cars continual groan And now swift fame this sad disaster tels Evanders court the doleful rumour fills Which said but now Pallas the victory won Swift to the gates amaz'd Arcadians run And as the antient custome torches beare With a long train of light the wayes appear And all the field with funeral tapers shine Whilst to these mourners the sad Trojans joine Whom when the matrons did behold draw nigh They through the City rais'd a woful cry When no perswasions could Evander stay But in he comes and falling down he lay Fix'd on the herse weeping and groning there And long ere thus his grief he could declare Dear Pallas th' ast not kept thy word with me That thou in fight wouldst not so ventrous be I knew how much new glory would inflame And in first service the desire of fame Woful first fruits too hard such rudiments are In thy first lesson which thou learnst in war No God did hear my prayer nor mind my vow And thou blest wife in death most happy now That didst not live to see this sight whilst I Now do survive my own sad destiny And a most wretched father must remain I should have dy'd and Rutils me have slain For joyning with the Trojans and for me Not Pallas should have been this obsequie Nor will I blame the Trojans nor shall rue Th association which I made with you This chance belong'd to my gray hairs But since Untimely death hath took my son from hence I joy that thousand Volsceans fell before Him leading Trojans to th' Au onian shore Nor other rites dear Pallas shalt thou have Then what Aeneas and bold Phrygians gave What Tarchon and their Captains did ordain Who honouring bear trophies of those th' hast flain For thee a huge one Turnus we had seen If he of equal strength and age had been But I the Trojans keep too long from war Farewell and to your King this message bear That I loath'd life prolong Pallas being gone His valour must a father and a son Revenge on Turnus this remains for him Whose worth hath plac'd in Fortunes best esteem Nor joys of life I wish for but to stay Till I these tidings to my son convay Mean while Aurora cleers the darkned aire And brought to wretched mortals toyl and care Aeneas then and Tarchon on the shores Huge piles erect and as their ancestors Here their dead friends they brought then kindle fire And to high heaven clouds of thick smoke aspire Thrice round about the burning piâ—es they goe Gilded in shining arms thâ—ee fires or woe Mounted on mourning horses they surround A doleful cry they raise lâ—ud trumpets sound Arms and the earth is water'd with their tears And lamentations scale the highest sphears Some in the fire the Latine spoils do burn Helms swords and reins and wheels from chariots torn Some their friends shields well known in all alarms Cast after them and their unhappy arms Whole herds of cattel and of swine were kil'd And flocks of sheep brought in from every field Their burning friends they view through all the strand And round about the half-burnt piles they stand Nor could be taken off till dewie night Adorn'd high heaven with constellations bright No lesse on th' other side the Latines reare Innumerable piles many interre Many are to the neighbouring confines born And to the city some again return The rest confused heaps of slaughter'd men They burn uncounted and unhonour'd then The spatious fields with frequent fires are bright When the third day from heaven drove gloomy night Mourning they sweep the ashes from the hearth And mingled bones yet warm they load with earth Now in the Court and rich Latinus seat Were loudest cries and lamentations great Here mothers sisters there the woful nurle Children depriv'd of parents weeping curse The cruel war and Turnus haplesse sute That he alone the quarrel should dispute Who hopes to gain all Latium with the bride Fierce Drances urg'd nor could it be denide That Turnus had been challeng'd to the fight These warm debates their Votes made opposite But he stands shaded with the Queens great name And lasting trophies of 's deserved fame Amidst these tumults and commotions great Behold then sad from Diomed's Royal seat Embassadours answers brought they nothing could With so much toyl expence nor gifts nor gold No suit avail'd they must seek elsewhere aide Or with the Trojans must a Peace be made Latinus faints under a load of care Heaven anger and their slaughter'd friends declare Aeneas came by Fates authority Then his great councell all prime nobles he Summond before him at his Royall Court And through full streets to th' Pallace they resort Then first his place old King Latinus took Holding his Scepter with a heavy look And bids his Lords return'd from Diomed say What they had brought and his whole answer lay In order open silence then being made Obeying his command thus Venulus said My Lords Tydides seat we saw and past All dangers of the tedious way at last And kist that hand the Trojans overcame He Argyripa built and gave a name From his own stock now in Apulian Plains A Conquerour he in setled peace remains After admittance we to audience came Gifts we present our countrey tell and name Who rais'd this war what businesse brought us there He full of honour did himself declare Blest Nation of the old Ausonian race Of Saturns realm what chance disturbs your peace And to a war so dangerous doth perswade Whoe're did sacred Trojan fields invade Those I le omit who under her high wall Perish'd by war or Simois drown'd we all Scatter'd throughout the world had punishment Such as would make Priam himself relent Euboick rocks and Pallas cruel star And vengefull Caphareus witnesse are We from that war were driven from coast to coast Menelaus was t' Hercules pillars tost And Ithacus Aetnean Cyclops view'd Why should I mention Pyrrhus realms subdu'de Idomeneus or his Kingdome lost Or Locrians dwelling on the Lybick coast Then the great Generall of the Graecian bands By his false wife was murdred as he lands O're Asia now th' Adulterer doth raign The Gods with-stand my native soyl again My house and Calydon that I should see And still most dreadful Prodigies follow me My friends have wings and soar
unto her bosome brought the string Aruns at once did heare the aire resound And in his breast the feather'd weapon round He now expiring as he groaning sends His last breath forth neglected by his friends In dust of forraign fields forsaken lies And winged Opis mounts unto the skies Their Lady slain Camilla's troops first fled Rutilians next Atinas followed The officers desert their souldiers all Now fly and swift ran to the cities wall Nor any could the Trojan charge withstand By arms or strength death bearing in their hand Their bowes unbent hung at their weary backs And iron-hoof'd steeds the ground beneath them shakes Then black and troubled clouds of dust appear Darkning the sun and to the walls drew near Beating their breasts the matrons female cries Send from the towres and clamours raise to skies Who first through open gates did entrance make In the foes troup with them commixed brake Nor could the wretches woful death avoid But are at home just at their dores destroid And under their own battlements their fates Receive by steel when others shut the gates And durst not open to receive within Their calling friends sad slaughters now begin Of those the passe kept and maintain'd the fight Some shut out in their weeping parents sight Into the trench are tumbled headlong down Others with loose reins desperately ride on And tilt against the gates and massie bars The matrons in such danger of the wars Mov'd with Camilla and their countries love Logs blocks and stones do tumble from above And these in stead of better weapons use To save their country death they not refuse Turnus mean while sad news heard in the groves And him with mighty sorrow Acca moves Volsceans were scattered and Camilla slain Favour'd by Mars they did the battell gain Who now pursue and drove them to the gates For so had Jove decreed and cruell fates He from the hils then rose with fury struck And the rough groves and dangerous passe forsook Scarce out of sight into the Plains he drew But Prince Aeneas marching he might view Down to the open Champaign and at last The danger of the hill and forrest past So both now march'd unto the Royal seat Nor was the distance 'twixt the armies great At once from far Aeneas view'd the lands Smoking with dust and the Laurentian bands And Turnus fierce in arms Aeneas saw Heard his horse neigh and squadrons neerer draw Straight they in fight had joyn'd and battell gave Had not bright Phoebus in the Western wave Wash'd his tir'd Steeds night vanquishing the day Intrench'd before the town both Armies lay THE TWELFTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE ARGUMENT Turnus resolv'd by fight to end the wars Straight challengeth Aeneas he prepares To meet The Timâ— and Place appointed both To observe articles take a solemn Oath Iuturna sent th'agreement to disturbe Nor could the Trojan Prince his Army curbe Aeneas hurt Turnus incourag'd then Enters the fight and slaughters many men Venus her off-spring cures Inrag'd he goes To seek bold Turnus amongst thickest foes But missing him attempts the Town to gain Amata's wofull death and Turnus stain WHen Turnus saw the valiant Latins tir'd With bad successe his promise now requir'd Himself now look'd upon he rages more And courage takes As on the Lybian shore A wounded Lyon by the Hunters chac'd Bold makes a stand and chargeth them at last Breaking the spear he shakes his curled main And roaring doth with bloody mouth complain Such rage as this inflames bold Turnus breast Who thus to th' King his troubled mind exprest There shall be no delay in Turnus sword Will the perfidions Trojans keep their word And stand to their ingagement I will fight Perform great King for leagues the sacred rite Either this Asian fugitive by me Shall perish let the Latins sit and see And I this common mischief shall destroy Or he victorious over me injoy The fair Lavinia for his Royall bride To whom the King undiscompos'd repli'de Most valiant Prince the more thy vertues be So much more carefull it behoveth me Councel to take and weigh each chance with care Thine Daunus realms and many cities are By wars successe and thy great valour thine By wealth and power I have enough for mine In Latium other Virgins may be found Who for their high extraction are renown'd Let me unfold these sayings which are hard Without formalities and my words regard That I to no Italian Prince should wed My daughter men and gods all prophes'ed Took with thy love with thy alliance took And with my sad wives tears all bonds I broke The promis'd bride detain'd took impious arms Since you have seen what miseries wars what harms Insu'd and thy own danger we orethrown In two great battels scarce defend the town And swolne with Latin blood yet Tyber boyls Our bones make white the fields in mighty piles How is our mind with various counsels tost What weaknesse changeth it were Turnus lost I should make peace why rather then all strife Remove not I and yet preserve thy life What will thy own Rutilians think what may The other Princes of Ausonia say If heaven forbid it I should ruine thee Seeking our daughter and affinitie View wars events and thy old father spare Who now at home for thee lies plung'd in care But words could nothing Turnus wrath asswage The medicine makes him worse and more to rage Soon as he could thus he began to say What care you take for me great Prince I pray For me lay by sire is sold cheap for fame Nor we dear father feeble javelins aim And from those wounds I deal blood will appear Nor shall his goddesse mother then be near Him flying with a femall cloud to save Nor with vain shadows shall our eyes deceive But the Queen weeping with wars chance dismai'd Orewhelmed with grief thus did her son disswade Dear Turnus by these tears if any love Of sad Amata thy kind bosome move Thou my sole comfort and my ages prop Who art our glory and our Kingdoms hope On whom our falling house doth only rest O challenge not the Dardan I request Whatever chance attends thee in that fight I must bear part and shall this hated light Forsake at once nor captive will I see That fugitive my son in law to be Lavinia heard her mothers speech whilst tears Drown'd her fair cheeks on which a blush appears Like new born flame and o're clear beauty flowes So Indian-ivory stain'd with crimson shews Or lilies amongst Province-roses plac'd So sweet a colour the bright virgin grac'd When mov'd with love Turnus beheld the maid And more incens'd thus to Amata said My dearest mother follow not with tears So sad an omen him who now prepares For strife of cruell Mars the fatall houre Of death to stay is not in Turnus power Idmon our Herald go this message bear Not pleasing to the Phrygian Princes care Soon as the blushing chariot of the morn With roses shall days
valiant in she goes Amidst the bands and thus strange rumour sowes For all these forces is it not a shame One man t' expose what have we not the same Number and strength Behold before us stand Trojans Arcadians and the fatal band Those fierce Hetrurians who hate Turnus so We 're two for one if we should charge the foe He rais'd by fame shall with the gods survive T'whom he 's devoted and for ever live Our countrey lost we must proud lords obey Who now sit still and help to him deny Thus being incens'd the murmur louder grew And more and more now through the army flew Latines Laurentians who did late suppose An end of war and rest from former woes Are all for arms the peace they much detest And Turnus fortune doth their minds molest To these another did Juturna joyn Which mov'd far more from heaven she gave a signe Then which could nothing more their souls inrage Or sooner make th' Italians to ingage For Joves fair bird cutting the arched skies As at a loud-wing'd troop of fowl he slies Then stooping down he from the water bears A silver swan trust in his hooked fears Th' Italians courage raise for the whole flight With loud cries face about a wondrous sight They cloud the heaven with wings and through the sky In a full body charge the enemy Vanquish'd by force tyr'd with his load he threw His prey i' th' stream and to the clouds withdrew The omen then Rutilians did salute And arms prepared with a mighty shout And first the Augur bold Tolumnius said For this with vowes so often I have praid You gods I take your signe and led by me Now draw vour swords out valiant Rutilie Those whom this stranger did with war infest As harmlesse fowl and hath their realms opprest Shall drive him hence and force him to the main Then with one mind array your selves again And save your King in danger to be lost This said his spear against the foe he cast The well-aim'd javelin sounding cuts the skies At once huge shouts at once the squadrons rise Desire of tumult now inflames their blood But the sent spear where nine bold brethren stood Which by a Tyrrhen dame true to his bed Were to Gilipus an Arcadian bred One in the midst where his rich belt did sit Close to his side just where the button knit As the brave youth in shining arms did stand Went through his ribs and stretch'd him on the sand But the bold brothers in a body make And stir'd with rage some draw their swords some take Their spears in haste and mad advance a band Of Laurentines draw forth these to withstand Trojans Arcadians Agelinians move To try it out with steel they all approve Altars are spoil'd and storms of javelins poure And from the sky descends an iron shoure They seize the cups and hearths Latinus flies The peace being broke with injur'd deities Some mount their horses others straight prepare Their chariors and with dtawn swords ready are Messapus at this peace much discontent Did charge a King in royal ornament Tyrrhen Aulestes who as he withdrew Backward himself on th' alter overthrew On 's head and shoulder pitch'd but with his lance Messapus fiercely did to him advance And whilst he quarter cry'd with his huge speare Slew as he sate above then said Lie there To the great gods a better sacrifice Th' Italians rush and spoile him ere he dies Chorineus from the altar snatcht a brand With which Ebusus charging boldly gain'd A blow on 's face that set his beard on fire Which burning smelt he as he did retire With his left hand persuing of his blow Did seize the hair of his amazed foe And wrastling with him brought him to the ground Then with his stiffe sword gave the deadly wound Podalirius the shepherd Alsus slew As 'fore the squadrons and first ranks he flew And following with a drawn sword overtakes But his deaths wound bequeath'd him with an axe The mighty blow clove to the chin his head And all his arms with blood besprinkeled A hard and iron sleep closeth his sight And seal'd his eyes up in eternal night But prince Aeneas naked hands extends His head yet bare and calls aloud his friends Where rush you thus what sudden rage is this O stay your wrath the peace concluded is All are agreed t is I must end this war Let me then fight and lay aside your fear A lasting peace I with this hand shall bind These offerings me and Turnus have design'd Whilst these he said behold with mighty sound A winged arrow gave the King a wound By what hand shot or whirlwind sent unknown What god or chance did Rutils so renown But Turnus when he saw Aeneas turn His Captains troubled straight with hope did burn Calls for his steeds then arms and from the plains Leaps in his chariot and strait takes his reins And many valiant souldier overthrowes And ore them dying with his horses goes Or with his chariot wheels whole squadrons tears And at them flying casts their taken spears So near cold Hebrus bloody Mars proceeds Whilst his shield rattles to his fiery steeds Giving the reins then winds they fly more fleet And farthest Thrace grones with their thundering feet With him pale fear and cruel anger rode And treachery accompanies the god Fierce Turnus so his horse drives through the plain Smoking with sweat insulting ore the slain From their swift heels a sanguine dew he spreads And sand with streams of blood commixed treads And now he Sthenelus Thamaris Polus slew These hand to hand him afar off orethrew Glaucus and Lades both in Lycia born Whom Imbrasus their father did adorn With arms of equal proof either to fight Or mounted to outstrip the winds in flight In th' other wing Eumedes fierce came on With new supplies old Dolons warlike son His grandsires name and fathers strength he had Who in times past when he a spy was made To view the Grecian camp bold for his hire Achilles horse and chariot did require For this Tydides gave him other pay Nor bore he ere Pelides steeds a way As afar off bold Turnus him did view Through th'ample sky at him his javelin threw Then stops his horse and from his chariot leaps Whom falling down half dead on 's neck he steps Puls his sword from him and the shining blade He colour'd in his throat and thus he said Trojan behold that land rhou striv'st to gain And stretch'd out thus measure th' Hesperian plain To those dare fight with us we alwayes yield Rewards like these and thus they cities build Next Butes with his spear He overthrew Bold Cloris Sabiris and Dares slew Thersilocus Thymetes next did speed As he was tumbling from his warlike steed And as Edonian Boreas when aloud He thunders raging on th' Aegean flood To shore the bïllows follow through the sky Which way winds blow the fleeting clouds do fly So Turnus wheresoere he way
Land and Sea The Trojan race and kindle cruel warres Houses destroy and Hymen mix with jars More I forbid t' attempt such things Jove spoke When Juno said with a submissive look Because great Jove thy mind to me was known Unwilling I have Turnus left alone Nor shouldst thou see me solitarie sit In a cold cloud and suffer things unfit But girt with flames our squadrons to excite And draw the Trojans to unhappy fight I must confesse pittying I did perswade Woefull Juturna to her brothers ayde And greater things I for his life would doe But not to use a dart or bend a bow This by th'inexorable Stygian floods I sweare that only oath which tyes the Gods And now I goe and leave the wofull fight But one thing I request which yet no right Or Fate denies for th' Majestie of thine When with blest Hymen they shall leagues conjoyne And may it be and Lawes of peace proclaime Let not the Latins change their antient name Nor let them be call'd Trojans I beseech Nor yet to change their habit nor their speech Let it be Latium and for ever be The Alban fathers in great Italie Let Romans by their valour conquer all T'roy's tain and with her let the name now fall The king of men and Gods then smiling says Thou art Joves sister Saturns second race Why in thy breast rowlst thou such floods of rage Lay by that spleen so vainly did ingage I am o'recome and thou thy sute shalt gain They shall their customes and their speech retain And keep their ancient name The Trojan race Mix'd with so great a body shall give place I le adde their sacred rites and I shall make Latins and Trojans both one tongue to speak A race mix'd from th' Ausonians thou shalt see Excelling men and gods in pietie Nor any nation more in war or peace Shall hononr thee These words did Juno please And satisfide her mind being chang'd she flies From the dark cloud and leaves the troubled skies This done Jove with himself contrives to call Iuturna from her haplesse brothers fall Two hellish hags there be the Dirae height Which to Megaera were by dismall Night Born at a birth and arm'd with serpents stings Who gave them power to use resounding wings These at Ioves throne and cruell court appear These stir in mortals jealousie and feare When the Gods king sicknesse and death prepares Or wicked cities terrifies with wars Iove one of these sending from heaven injoyns To meet Iuturna with ill boading signes She to the earth in a swift whirlwind flies So glides a Parthian arrow through the skies With poison arm'd or by Sydonian art Sounding through th' aire with deadly bane a dart Unknown it comes swift through the gloomy shade So hasts Nights daughter and to earth she made After she saw the Trojans and did looke On Turnus bands a small birds form she took Which or on tombs or roofs forsaken hants And late in shady night her sorrow chants Thus chang'd the hag at Turnus face did charge And with her flapping wings she beats his targe Here sudden numbnesse seis'd his limbs with fear Amaz'd struck dumb erected was his hair But afar off as neer the Dirae drew Her sounding wings woful Juturna knew Tearing her flowing hair her face infests With her own nails and beats her panting breasts How can thy sister Turnus aid thee now Or what is left for me poor wretch to do How shall I save thy life which way shall I Oppose my self against this prodigie Fright me no more foul hag now I shall go The sounding of your deadly wings I know Nor proud commands of Jove deceived me And this he gives for my virginitie Why did he me immortal make and why Took he from me the happinesse to die Then I might give a period to this woe And to the shades with my dear brother go But I immortal am yet wanting thee Nothing that 's mine shall pleasant be to me That earth would gape and swallow me that now A Goddesse might descend to shades below This said her head with a green vail she hides And with a groan beneath the river glides Aeneas stands and a huge javelin shooke A mighty tree and like a foe thus spoke What stayes thee now OTurnus t is not flight Must end our quarrell but a cruel fight Transforme thy selfe into all shapes and try What ere thou canst by strength or art apply Desire with wings to the high stars to glide And in earths hollow wombe thy selfe to hide Shaking his head thy proud threats feare not me The Gods he said Jove is my enemie Thus having said a ponderous stone he found An ancient mighty one which for a bound By chance just on the neighbouring limits lay And for the meers all strife did take away Scarce twice six men this to their necks could reare Such men as now the earth grown old doth beare The Heroe running with huge strength did throw Raising himselfe this stone against the foe Nor himselfe running nor yet going knew Or lifting how his hand the huge-stone threw His knees did tremble and a cold blood flowes Through all his nerves the stone with violence goes Through empty aire but it fell short nor went Half way to give the blow where it was sent As when in quiet night sleepe seiles our eye In vain we seeme some earnest flight to trie But in the midst we faint our voice doth faile Nor speech nor words nor our known strength prevaile So Turnus what so ere his valour tries Successe the cruel Goddesse him denies Troubled the Town and Rutils struck with feare Standing he view'd and trembles at the speare Where shall he fly how scape the enemie No Chariot no Juturna can he see Aeneas aiming did himselfe advance And at him maz'd he throwes his fatall lance A stone shot from a batterer not so loud Thunder'd or lightning from a broken cloud Like a black whirlwind he the javelin threw Bearing sad death which through his armour flew And through seven foldings of his shield it past And sounding in his groyn it fix'd at last The mighty Turnus wounded sinks upon His double knee Rutilians gave a grone And all the hils the voyce re-ecchoe round And the tall groves reply the mournfuil sound He suppliant then did hands and eyes advance And said I have deserv'd it use thy chance But hast thou sense of a sad Parents woe And such thy father was then pity shew To aged Daunus or if rather thou Wouldst take my life my corps to friends allow Thou haft o'recome the Ausonians me have seen Mercy to crave Lavinia is thine Here end debate Then fierce Aeneas stands Survaying him allo're and staid his hands And at this language more and more did melt When on his shoulder he perceiv'd the belt Which Pallas's was the golden buckles shone Whom Turnus by a deep wound had orethrown And on his back the hostile ensigne had After those spoyls with grief he had survaid Incens'd with deadly rage shalt thou said he Grac'd with my dear friends spoyls escape from me Thus Pallas Paellas thee an offering makes And on thy wicked blood revenge now takes Thus having said with indignation stir'd He in his bosome sheaths to th'hilt his sword Straight numbing cold on all his body seiz'd And with a grone life flies to shades displeas'd FINIS