these things his eyes addrest To the huge wood thus haply prayed he O that in this wide wood that golden tree So hard to finde it self would to me show For surely all the prophets said I know Is too too true of thee Misenus deare Scarce said he thus when to him did appeare A paire of pigeons flying 'fore his eyes And on the grasse alighting from the skies The noble prince his mothers birds did know And joyfull prayes O be my guides and show The way if any be and through the aire 'Point me a path by which I may repaire Into the wood and finde the fertile ground Which with that rare rich golden branch is crown'd And thou deare mother do me not forsake In such anxieties as thus he spake He steady stands watching the doves aright What signes they 'd show which way they 'd take their flight They onely pecking meat flew fast away As farre as e're mans sight could after stray Thus flying o're Avernus stinking lake They swiftly hovering up their way do take Through the transparent aire and gliding sit Each on a tree upon their branches fit Whence on the boughs gold glistering glimpses lay Like as when on a pinching winter day The mistle-tow doth flourish fresh and gay With new sprung leaves which ne're grew from the tree On which it hangs whose yellow berries be 'Bout the tall trunk thereof a clinging shade Even such a shew the golden branches made On adverse oaken boughs which a soft blast Made dangling leaves a twinkling lustre cast At it straight leaps Aeneas pulls it quick Greedily thinking it too long did stick Which to the Sibylls cell away he bore Meanwhile the Trojans did lament on shore Misenus dead and his neglected dust They now adorn with funerall rites most just And first fat-heart of oak in shivers cut And pitchie chips of wood together put They built a mightie pile and thereto adde In gracefull wise his arms and cypresse sad Some get warm water some set on the flame Brasse boyling cauldrons some with ointments came And wash and ' noint his frozen body there And weeping much his wofull corps they beare Unto the bed then over him were thrown His purple robes rich vestures throughly known Some on their shoulders beare the mightie beere Sad piece of service as to parents deare Young men do use their torches turn'd behinde Their frankincense and oyles given with free minde They heap together and together burn Thus when his corps and all to ashes turn And the flame slakes vvhat ever did remain His unburnt bones hot cinders up were ta'ne And washt vvith wine and by Chorineus laid Into a brazen coffin by him made And thrice pure water on his mates he threw And with an olive-branch sprinkles sweet dew And thus due expiation makes for all And bids farewell last knell to th' funerall But good Aeneas the sepulchre raises To a huge height and to the mans due praises Layes on his arms his oare and trump of fame Upon the skie-top mount which from his name Was call'd Misenus aye to beare the same This done he speeds to do the Sibylls charge There is a dungeon deep with mouth most large Lined with stones fenc'd with black pools boughs thick O're which no fowl dares flie though ne're so quick Without destruction such foul stinks arise Out of its mouth and putrifie the skies Whence Greeks that place Avernus nominate Here foure fat heifers he did ordinate Upon whose front the priest pure liquor threw And pul'd the haires which 'twixt their horns thick grew And cast them in the fire first expiation Making to Hecate due invocation Whose soveraignty in heaven and hell was great Some kill the beasts and in their basons neat Save the warm bloud Aeneas self also A black-wool'd lambe to th' dam of hagges below And her great sister vvith his sword did slay And unto thee sacred Proserpina A barren cow Then to the Stygian king He built night-altars and to them did bring Fat flesh of bulls to sacrifice i' th' flame Pouring on fatty oyle t' increase the same But now behold before Sols first arise Under his feet the ground made muttering cries Wood-mountains mov'd dogs seem'd to howl i' th' shade Just as the Goddesse came foule stirre was made The priest cries out Avaunt be gon profane And cleare these groves not one must here remain Force thou thy way with naked sword in hand Be strong Aeneas stoutly to it stand This said her self into the cave she cast Most furiously he stiffely follows fast So good a guide at heels and thus he pray'd Great Gods which rule each ghost and silent shade Phlegethon Chaos rooms dark dumbe and deep O let me not of these things silence keep O let me with your leave speak what I heare Disclose hid secrets vvhich do here appeare Deep under ground and in black darknesse drown'd Then in dark night black shades they ramble round Through Pluto's palaces and regions void Much like when men the moon with clouds being cloyd Walking in woods but by a glimmering light Iove having hid with fogs the skies cleare sight And colours faire being dampt by darksome night Before the porch in the first gape of hell Foule mournings and tormenting cares did dwell Deadly diseases old-age anguishes Feare faultie famine vvants lean languishes Affrighting-forms fierce death and deadly toiles Deaths kinsman sleep false filthie joy that soiles Mens soules On th' other side were deadly warres The Furies beds of steel and desperate jarres Her viperous haire tide up with bloudy bands I' th' midst a mightie shadie elm there stands With weather-beaten boughs and aged arms Where usually they say vain dreams and charms Made their abodes and 'bout the leaves did ' bide And many furious fierce vvilde beasts beside Two natur'd Scylla's Centaures stabled were About the doores monsters of hideous feare Briareus hundreth-handed Hydra's ire Teeth-gnashing Chimaer's arm'd with flames of fire Gorgons and Harpyes hagges with shapes three-fold Here sudden fright Aeneas forc'd to hold And shake his naked sword to all he met And had not his vvise guides advisement let And made him from those corps-lesse soules to fly And passe in peace those thin shapes subtiltie He had assail'd but vainly beat the aire Thence then he to the right path did repaire Which leads to th' Acherontine filthie floud Whose troublous stream boiles up vvith mire and mud And from Cocytus sands evaporates Charon hells frightfull ferryman there vvaits And plies the passage o're this filthie floud VVith crabbed countenance hoare haires which stood Most roughly over-grown o're all his chin His gogling eyes star'd as they flames had bin In ragged robes and tattered old attire Thus a strong long pole thrust into the miro He drives his boat assisted vvith one sail And as his charge in 's barge soules o're doth hale Much grown in yeares yet lusty for his age To whom to th' shore soules flock for their passage Women and men yea
all whom death destroyes Great potent peeres unmarried maids and boyes Compt youths vvhich die before their fathers face Like leaves in vvoods falling from trees apace Pincht off by autumnes chilling killing cold Or like conglomerated birds that hold And flie together forced o're the main By vvinter vveather to some pleasant plain Thus stand they striving first to be past o're With hands and hearts longing for th' other shore The fuming ferryman takes these leaves those And others fiercely farre from shore o'rethrows Aeneas with this noise much mov'd amaz'd Sayes to the priestly maid Pray vvhence is rais'd This flocking to the floud vvhat seek these soules What strange adventure to these banks them toules And why do those the livid waves vvith oares So swiftly sweep to get unto you shores To whom the aged priest sayes briefly thus Anchises and Ioves off-spring generous This is Cocytus deep black Styxes lake By which to sweare forsweare Gods conscience make Unburied soules that ragged-rabble be And he the boatsman Charon whom you see Those vvhom he rowes in 's boat due buriall have Now may they till their bones do rest in grave O're those rough streams those banks have transportation But make about those shores perambulation And wandring walks at least an hundred yeares Then passe they o're those ponds which them re-cheeres Aeneas then with fixed feet stood still Full of deep thoughts pitying their case most ill There he beheld Leucaspis 'mongst them all And brave Orontes his fleets admirall Mourning their vvant of honourable graves Whom boystrous blasts o'rewhelmed in the vvaves And sunk both ships and men sailing from Troy Behold he now beheld vvith more annoy His ship-master his Palinure perplext Who sailing Sicils seas his eyes fast fixt Upon his starres fell over-board was drown'd Whom scarce for mists his sad friend having found Thus he sayes to him My deare Palinure What God our losse of thee did thus procure And drench thee in the deep I pray thee tell For ne're till now did falshood with him dwell Apollo with this one unsure reply Did much deceive my vain credulity Who told me thou seas safe shouldst passe and see Faire Italie and there shouldst landed be And is this now the faithfull promise made But he on th' other side repli'de and said Brave Trojan prince nor Phoebus thee deluded Nor any God me to the seas obtruded For I my self holding my helm too fast Where I sat pilot did me headlong cast Into the sea guiding the ship I sweare By all rough seas nought did me so much feare As thy great ships and ship-masters decay Lest on thy bark rough swelling seas should prey Three vvinter-nights fierce vvindes me blew about The ocean vast the fourth day I found out VVith much adoe the banks of Italie Keeping my head still 'bove the waves on high At last by small degrees I got to land And thereon safely I a while did stand And so had staid but for a barbarous crew VVho to me dropping vvet in fury drew And as I crawled up on hands and feet A craggy bank vvith swords they did me meet Slew me and of me hop'd to make a prey Now vvindes and vvaves me neare the shore do lay Yet keep i' th' sea Wherefore by heavens light cleare By this faire aire and by thy father deare And young Iülus hopes I thee intreat Free me from this ill state thou captain great And either put me as thou mayst in ground For I in Velines haven may be found Or else if means there be if Goddesse great Have shewn thee any supernat'rall fear For I beleeve not vvithout heavâ—nly aid Thou swam'st this floud this Stygiaâ— lake didst vvade Lend me poore wretch thy hand and help me o're That I at least may rest in you â—weet shore Thus he and thus the priest her minde expresâ— Whence Palinure comes this thy rash request VVouldst thou unburied Styxes stream paâ—â—e o're The furies flouds unbidden leave thy shore Cease to expect by prayers to change heavens fates But heare and mark what thy case consolates The nearest neighbours bordering ' boâ—â— those parts By heavens prodigious signes perplext in hearts Shall take thy bones and vvith solemnities Interre entombe thee from which grave shall rise Unto that place an everlasting name Of Palinure Hence he more glad became His care had cure his grief in part was past That that land should his name retain at last Then on they passe and to the pool draw nigh Whom Charon straight on Stygian streams doth spie How slily they the wood walk haste to land Thus he with checks and taunts them takes in hand Who e're thou art that arm'd wouldst sail this way Say what 's thy will why com'st thou thou shalt stay These be soules seats here night and sleep do sit In Styxes boat live bodies 't is not fit To carry o're nor did it me well please To carry Theseus or great Hercules Or Pirithous though they were heavenly bred For strength and stomack most unconquered Alcides bound fierce Cerberus in bands Hells great grim-porter and with his strong hands Him quaking drag'd from Pluto's princely seat The rest did plot our king of 's queen to cheat To whom th' Amphrysian priest reply'd again Trust me here 's no such tricks from rage refrain Our weapons wound not Cerberus may bark And ever fright poore soules in 's dungeon dark Proserpina may keep her uncles bed For this our Trojan prince much honoured For piety and prowesse but intends To go to 's father to deep hell descends If so great goodnesse in the man moves not Yet know this branch of gold which he hath got Which she pul'd forth being hid under his gown Whereat his rage and wrath of heart sank down Silent that sacred gift he did adore The fatall branch not seen long time before And shoves to shore the blew boat them to take And other soules which sate beside the lake He thrusts aside and layes the hatches fit And great Aeneas sits i th' bulk of it The joynted barge groan'd with their pondrous weight And through the chinks took in much puddle straight At length the priest and prince pasto're the floud And scapt the flaggy gray-grasse myre and mud Hells porter Cerberus through his triple throat Through all those regions rais'd a barking note Couching huge curre-like in his kennell by Whose snake-like swelling neck the priest did spie And castâ— to him a soporiferous sop With drugs and honey mixt which he did slop And through his treble throat it quickly snaps In dogged-hunger with his meager chaps Whereat his mighty back croucht down he lies And spreads himself i th' cave with slumbring eyes The porter laid Aeneas whipt in brave And got to shore from th' irregressive wave Straight in 's first entrance piteous cries he heares And loud laments of infants 'bout his eares Of tender babes snatcht from their mothers breast Depriv'd of longer life by deaths arrest Next these were those
chides them thus These monstrous signes are surely ominous Unto the Trojans Iove himself you see Takes from them thus all hope and help to flee Rutulians need not sword or fire t' infest From sea-fight sea-flight Trojans are distrest Thus part of their protections from them ta'ne All the land-power doth in our hands remain For many thousands arm'd in Italie We have Troyes scarre-crows can't us terrifie If Trojans of the great Gods answers boast The fates and Venus have them given the most They can deâ—ire Latiums faire land to see On th' other side are not my fates to me That cursed stock with sword to ruinate Which would a wife perforce praeoccupate Nor Agamemnons kinne this sole concerns Nor Greeks alone this grief due caution learns To arm themselves Enough one wrack had been If they enough had held it once to sinne Should not all women to them hatefull be What trust in triviall trenches can they see Delayes by ditches thus to pride their minde Which they small distances from death shall finde Have they not seen Troyes walls by Neptune wrought Maugre their might to ashes to be brought But oh brave sparks who of you will with me Break through their trenches and most fiercely flee Upon their quaking camps I have no need Of Vulcans arms or thousand ships ofspeed Against these trembling Trojans Let them get All their Etrurian mates with them t' abet I 'le seek no shades no shelters of dark night No theevish horses paunch by Pallas slight Let them not feare their watch-towers to be slain For we by day most stoutly will maintain The battell brave and girt their walls with fire I 'le make them know that now with Grecian ire Or Greekish spirits they do not contest VVhom their great Hector ten yeares did molest But now since more then half the day is past VVhat yet remains but that with sweet repast Every one fit himself to play the man Bravely to end what he so well began Meanwhile the care of keeping watch and ward By Sentinels with vigilant regard About the gates is to Messapus granted VVho â—bout the walls with sword and fire is planted Fourteen Rutulian captains were chose out Each guarded with his hundred souldiers stout In glistring azure arms adorn'd with gold And these their quarters 'bout the trench must hold They spread themselves change turns laid on the ground And wine in bowls they all carouse profound Making huge fires in mirth and much delight Breaking their sleep and wasting thus the night These things the Trojans from their trenches spie And armed all do keep themselves on high Yet with great care and feare the gates they guard VVith bridges and strong barricadoes bar'd Still arm'd brave Mnestheus and Serestus stout VVhom in all straits and cases of great doubt Aeneas o're his youth chief guidance gave And made commanders bravely them behave Each band abode in watch upon the wall And took his turn as dangers did them call Couragious Nisus strongly kept one gate VVhom Ida's huntresse sent Aeneas mate By Hyrtacus his father bravely bred At bow and arrows well experienced Next him Euryalus his faithfull friend VVhose beauteous countenance did him commend Past all the Trojans but no arms did beare For yet smooth unshaven doun his chin did weare Each lov'd alike and each for other fought Each kept the gate by course with courage stout Thus then sayes Nisus to Euryalus Deare brother have the Gods enflamed thus Our hearts with love or is mans genius high A God unto himself Long time have I Been mov'd in minde some fight or fact most great To enterprise nor can I quench this heat Thou seest those proud Rutulians hopes most high Their various fires how they even buried lie In wine and sleep how all all-o're is still Now mark I pray what doubts my heart do fill And whereon now I muse and meditate Does not our armie now expostâ—late Both peeres and people with a joynt consent To call Aeneas home incontinent Send men and messages of our estate Him to enform If they 'le remunerate Thee for the fact which now I 'le undertake For to my self fame shall requitall make Me thinks I could break through our enemies And by that bank a passage enterprise To Pallanteum Faire Euryalus Hereat astonisht yet most valourous With love of laâ—d enflam'd sayes with brave minde To his endeered friend My Nisus kinde Wouldst thou thy mate in great facts leave behinde Should I in such great straits leave thee alone No sure my father as it is well known Opheltes well in warres experienced Hath me not therein so absurdly bred In all our Grecian terrours Trojan toiles Nor hath mine honour yet receiv'd such foiles Following Aeneas brave in 's utmost ill I want not courage no I want not will To scorn this light yea life it self for thee To welcome death that thou mayst honour'd be Surely sayes Nisus never did I feare Such things in thee oh no it impious were So to suspect O may great Iove above So link me firmly to thy faithfull love Or any equall-sighted deity Observing herein my sinceritie But if there should as such things oft fall out If there should happen any adverse doubt Or fatall danger oh mayst thou survive Rather then I worthier to rest alive May one remain to snatch me from the fight Or to redeem me to a funerall rite Or if this favour fortune me denie Yet to me dead to frame an elegie My herse with some death-dues to dignifie Oh never may I to thy mother bring Cause of such woe her wretched hands to wring Thy mother deare of many matrons best Who durst for thee faire youth refuse sweet rest Neglect the welcome of Troyes kinde Acest Euryalus reply'd Thou ply'st in vain These vain excuses constant I remain Let 's then sayes he make haste and therewithall They stirre about and the next watchmen call Who straight gave way chang'd turns and left their station And thus with Nisus he makes properation To call their king Now all the rest took rest Their day-toiles thus with sweet sleep were redrest Now Troyes prime peeres and youths of best respect In councel sate state-businesse to direct Consulting what to do who news should beare Unto Aeneas Leaning on their speare They carefully do stand in hand their shields Just in the midst both of their camp and fields Then Nisus and Euryalus most brave Hast'ned unto them and admittance crave Saying they had a businesse great t' impart Delay whereof might turn unto thâ—ir smart Ascanius first them carefull did receive And unto Nisus to begin gave leave Thus then he spake Attend brave Trojan peeres With moderate mindes and judge not by our yeares The motion we now make Our Rutule foes O'recome with wine and sleep do them repose All snorting on the ground and we have spi'de A place where we an ambush safe may hide Open to th' gate which to the two-paths guides The gate I say neare which
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
Thy coach forsook'st and triptst up thine own heels Thus having said the coach in hand he takes Th' unhappie brother prostrate fall'ne down quakes Holds up his trembling hands thus does intreat Now by thy self and by thy parents great Who thee begat Troyes prince so great so good O spare thy suppliants life spill not his bloud O sir sayes he these words you us'd not late Die then let brothers brothers sociate Then with his sword his breast he opened wide And from 's hearts hollow caves his soule did glide Thus through the fields this Trojan victour made Great slaughters like fierce flouds which banks invade Or blustring windes so did he rage about Th'enclosed Trojans now also break out And leave their camps and young Ascanius brave VVith his green sparks them valiantly behave Though late in vain besieg'd Things resting so Iove of himself does to his Iuno go And thus sayes to her See my sister kinde And speciall spouse most gratefull to my minde Venus thou seest even as thou didst suppose Nor art deceiv'd supports thy Trojan foes Their boldest hearts strong hands nor patience stout VVarres woes t' endure could not alone hold out To whom thus humbly Iuno did reply Why O my Pheere most deare ah tell me why Dost thou my grieved heart more grieve which quakes And at thy bitter piercing words even akes O if thou lov'd'st me now as formerly If as 't were fit thou hadst first fervencie Great Iove thou this request wouldst grant to me My Turnus from the fight withdrawn to see That to his father Daunus him I might Safely restore But let him fall i' th' fight And be a pious prey to Trojans base Yet is he sprung from our celestiall race Pilumnus was his sire i' th' fourth descent Thine altars he with hand munificent And many gallant gifts enriched hath To whom olympus king thus briefly saith If thou desirest present deaths delay And the death-marked youths dire fall to stay And think'st I may the same procrastinate Let Turnus flie then from his present fate This onely distance must thy minde suffice But if thy prayers to higher hopes arise And that thou think'st he may be wholly freed From chance of warre or what fates have decreed May altered be thou but vain hopes dost feed To whom thus Iuno full of teares replies But what if Iove what he in words denies Would grant in heart and Tâ—rnus life make sure Now he most guiltlesse must hard hap endure Or I no truth do know but rather I Could wish thou wouldst my fond feare falsâ—fie And as thou canst convert all to the best Thus having now each way her votes exprest From heaven she forthwith flies to earth descends Storms flie before her clouds she 'bout her bends Thus through the aire to Trojan bands she flew And to th' Italian tents she nearer drew The Goddesse then in concave cloud did frame A forcelesse shade most thin to seem the same With brave Aeneas shape a most strange sight And fraught it faire with Trojan arms most bright A plumy helm fit for his sacred head A shield which his most nearely patterned Yea gives it windie words a senselesse sound And goodly gate like one walking profound Much like those shapes which walk they say being dead Or those fallacious dreams in snorting bed The frolick figure brags before the bands And Turnus tempts to shew the strength of 's hands And him with speech provokes whom Turnus straight Assails aloof and with represselesse hate A whisling dart casts at it instantly The shadow turns its back away doth flie Turnus supposing now Aeneas fled Nourisht vain hope which thus he uttered Aeneas whither fly'st thou do n't forsake Thy spouse betroth'd to whom thou vows didst make This hand of mine shall give thee lands so sought And thus he follows him in word as thought Brandishing his bright blade but could not finde How these vain joyes were but puffe toyes of winde As thus he past by chance a ship he spi'de To a rocks rigid bank most fitly ty'de Whereto a ladder for ascent did stand For a sea-voyage fitted out of hand In which Osinius king from Clusium came Aeneas fearfull figure in this same Cast it self quickly there it hidden lay Which Turnus following cuts off every stay Nimbly ascends the top scarce did he take Footing i' th' ship but Iuno quickly brake The fastning cable launcht the ship from shore Which with full sail into the ocean bore Meanwhile Aeneas with a bloudy fight Seeks up and down his foe thus out of sight And multitudes of men him meeting slayes But now the nimble shade no longer stayes Hid in its holes but vanisht into th' aire And when to th' midst o th' sea storms Turnus bare Ignorant of these things for 's life ingrate He looks about to th' heavens doth elevate After this manner both his hands and heart Almightie Iove deem'st thou it my desert To suffer such a shame a scourge so great Ah whither go I vvhence make I retreat What flight is this vvhom do I thus forsake Shall I not once more yet my self betake To Laurents walls and warres What now alas VVill to my troops of souldiers come to passe VVhich followed me in fight vvhom impious I Have left alone a thousand deaths to die For now me thinks I heare and see them all Dying and crying as they wounded fall VVhat shall I do vvhat land me live can swallow But oh ye windes do ye me rather follow VVith pitying puffs this Turnus does you pray VVith gladsome minde O cast this bark away On rocks or sands where Rutuls may not see Or tainted fame may never follow me Thus moaning up and down thoughts ebbe and flow What to resolve to do he does not know Or madly slay himself for such disgrace And in his corps his bloudy blade to case Or headlong into th' sea himself to cast And so by swimming to get land at last And landing to the Trojan troops to hie Thrice both these wayes he did attempt to trie And thrice great Iuno his attempts did hinder Pitying the young prince with indulgence tender Thus on he sails with prosperous winde and tide At last at 's father Daunus town did ' bide Meanwhile by Ioves advise Mezentius stout Comes forth to fight and Trojans all about Joyning in good successe does now invade The Trojan troops who to him joyntly made And all at once at one alone they flie Their hands and hate do this one man defie But he much like a rock 'gainst mightie waves Withstands the furie of windes bigge outbraves Layes ope his rigid fides'gainst billows great And all the rage that seas or skies can threat It self unmov'd remains he 's even so And Dolichaons sonne did overthrow Hebrus with whom he Latagus did slay And Palmus as he from him ran away But Latagus he with a stone most great Even with a mountains part his brains out beat Palmus his hammes and legs he cut off