to 's thighs The ladie him no sooner thus espies But either that she might her temple grace And Trojan armour hang in speciall place Or cloath her self in captive cloaths of gold This hot-spurr'd huntresse greedily blindfold Through all the fight follows him eagerly And fir'd with feminine aviditie And longing lust of that rich spoile and prey Aruns who long in watchfull ambush lay At last layes hold of fit time offered And casts his dart and these votes uttered Great Iove and thou Soracte's grave Apollo Whom chiefly we with sacrifices follow To whom a pile of oylie pines still flame And we assisted by thy sacred name Through midst of flames can walk and passe most free Yea even bare-footed yet unhurt are we O grant great Iove my weapon may wipe out Our foule disgrace too long thus born about No trophies from the damsell I desire No prey nor spoiles in conquest I require By other facts I will advance my fame So I may but subdue this pest'lent shame I passe not though I passe ingloriously Unto my home and honourlesse there die Apollo partly his request respects Partly as airie stuffe he it rejects He grants Camilla by dire death shall die But his return safe home he does denie And these his words like windes he made to flie Wherefore as soon as e're the whisling lance Flung from his hand did through the aire advance The eyes and thoughts of all the hoast throughout Towards the Volscian queen were cast about But she nor aire nor sound nor singing dart Heard or regarded till it pierc'd her heart Untill the speare on her sear'd breast fast lights And drunk with damsells bloud her heart it smites Her maiden-mates made all about her straight To stay their falling queen in dying state But Aruns chiefly makes away with speed In whom much feare mixt with much joy doth breed Nor longer durst he linger more to trie The damsells dart and speare but fast doth flie And like a wolf who ere the adverse darts Do him assault fearfully flies and starts And hides himself in uncouth mountains high Some shepherd by him slain most ravenously â—r some brave bullock conscious of the deed Does with the tail between his legs proceed And haste into the woods with feare and fright So Aruns full of feare gets out of sight Well pleas'd with flight him in the armie hides The dying queen the speare which in her ' bides Strives to pluck out but in her bones and breast The steely weapon fast did stick and rest She wanting bloud sinks down her dying eyes Shut down their lids her red which beautifies Late cherry cheeks is lost With dying voice To Acca one of her chief maids of choice Whom 'fore the rest for her fidelity Camilla us'd in deep anxiety With her her sorrows to communicate Thus she her minde doth dying demonstrate Hitherto sister Acca I was able But now my mortall wound doth me disable All things me thinks 'bout me seem dark and dim Haste hence to Turnus and relate to him My last advise wish him in any case To come to th' fight Trojans from 's town to chase And now farewell And with those words her rein Fell from her hand and with her wounds great pain She fiercely falls to ground then by degrees Her corps all naturall heat doth softly leese And so growes cold and then her limber neck Le ts loose her helplesse head to bow and beck And from her hands her weapons letting fall With a great groan her strugling soule withall Flies to the seat of soules Then instantly A wondrous clamour clambers up to th' skie Camilla thus cast down more bloudy growes The furious fight and thick the confluence flowes Of Trojan and of Tuscane captains stout And of Euanders brave Arcadian rout Meanwhile faire Ops Diana's maid sate high Mounted upon a mount undauntedly To view the fight As she among the sparks Furiously fighting sees farre off and marks Camilla most unworthily thus slain A hearty sigh these words pump out amain Too deare alas faire ladie ah too deare Thou now hast paid by cruell death laid here By warre thus labouring Trojans to provoke In vain thou wor'st in woods Diana's yoke In vain thou didst our shafts and quiver weare Yet no disgrace faire queen there shall appeare In this thy death nor shall it without praise Passe through the world Fame thee reveng'd shall blaze For whosoe're thy corps thus violated Shall surely be by death retaliated Under a steepie hill there was the grave Of king Dercennus rais'd aloft most brave With heaps of earth from ancient Laurent ta'ne Cover'd with oaken boughs and branches main Here the faire nymph first swiftly did alight And from this hill on Aruns cast her sight Whom spying richly arm'd puft up with pride Why fly'st thou hence sayes she and turn'st aside Make this thy way come hither to thy bane Take thy just guerdion for Camilla slain Shalt not thou by Diana's dart now die And at these words like Thracian huntresse high From her gilt quiver she a sharp shaft takes And fiercely bends her bow and fitly makes The nock stand to the string so strong she drew That both the horn-ends meet out swiftly flew The shaft from both her hands Aruns at last Heare 's the darts din as through the aire it past The steel stuck in his breast he gasping lay His mates unmindefull of him gone away Left him expiring in an unknown ground Ops for Olympus with her wings is bound Lady Camilla slain her left wing first Flies fast away their faire array quite burst The routed Rutuls run Atinas flies Their ensignes lost by captains cowâ—rdize Seeking for shelter horsemen haste to th' town The Trojans fierce by death do all beat down None them withstands none can their darts resist Foes unbent bows fall from their fainting fist Flying horse-hoofs shake the bemired fields The way to th' town rais'd-clouds of thick dust yeelds Wives from the walls behold it beat their breast Womanish cries to th' skies their woes exprest And those which first by flight got ope the gate Promiscuous might of foes doth perturbate Nor scape they bitter death even at the doore And at their house and homes they gasp in gore Some shut the gates shut out their mates for feare And though they pray to ope are forc'd forbeare A mightie slaughter here defendance found And fierce assailants finde their fatall wound And some shut out 'fore weeping parents eye Constrain'd run headlong into th' ditch and die Some fury-blinded set spurres to their horse And headlong butt the barres and gates by force The women on the walls made so fierce fight When dead Camilla came into their sight Such to their countrey was their zeal and love That fearfull fast they fling darts from above And steely staves of oak â—peares burnt at th' end Fearlesse to die their countrey to defend Meanwhile a message sad as bad flies out Which in the woods fills Turnus heart
stroak Much like a hollow great and o're-grown oak In Erymanth or Ida's wood most great Even by the roots o'returned from its seat The Trojans and Trinacrian lads in zeal Start up hereat and raise a clamorous peal Acestes first to 's fallen old friend doth hie Grieves gets him up Th' old champion speedily Rear'd nothing fear'd with this his sudden fall Flies to the fight more fierce rage feeds his gall Disgrace gives fire to force and foreknown might And fiercely he doth Dares headlong smite And bang about the field with both his hands Redoubling boystrous blows nor quiet stands Nor takes least rest but as thick showers of hail With ratling noise do houses tops assail Even so this chafing champion thrashes out With both his hands young Dares stomack stout Then grave Aeneas hastens to allay Entellus furious rage his wrath to stay And ends the fight gives tired Dares rest And comfort in kinde words he thus exprest Unfortunate what phrenzie blindes thy minde Feel'st thou not mightier force and fates unkinde Submit to God This said the combat ended But him alas his faithfull mates attended Dragging his feeble feet and to and fro His weak head dangling vomiting also Much gore-bloud from his mouth his teeth dasht out Thus to the ships they bore him from the rout Bidden to take the sword and helm away Entellus had the praise and prize o' th' day He victour vanting of his bull for joy Sayes thus Faire prince and you rare troops of Troy Ye now may see what strength my young yeares had And how ye sav'd Dares from death most sad This said against the bull his prize he stands Ties it and takes his club in both his hands And 'twixt the horns gives it a blow so fierce As made the broken bones the brains to pierce The beast is slain lies groveling on the ground Whereat these words he vents from 's heart profound This fitter soule then Dares death to thee Great Eryx I being victour offer free And now my club and art relinquisht be Then straight Aeneas those that would invites To shooting games and them with gifts incites In Sergests ship erects a mightie mast To th' top whereof he ties a pigeon fast Hung by a dangling rope their mark or white The archers come and in t ' a helmet bright The lots are cast and with a joyfull voice Hippoc'on had the first affected choice Whom Mnestheus follows next at sea-fight best Mnestheus his brows with olive-branches drest The third Eurytion was thy brother kinde Rare Pandarus who biddden with brave minde Didst first once charg'd the truce to terminate Through thickest Greeks thy dart make penetrate The last and lowest in the harnesse-cap Fell out to be noble Acestes hap Even he himself would venture valiantly With those brave sparks this shooting-task to try Then with stiffe strength they bend their crooked bows And each for 's use shafts from his quiver choose Hippoc'on first made from his clanging string His arrow cut the aire and flying sing And singing pierce and stick fast in the mast The mast was shook the fluttering foule agast And through them all loud acclamations past Next Mnestheus stout stood with his bow full bent His eye and arrow aim at high intent But yet good man he could not hit the white And yet the coard he did in sunder smite Wherewith the dove by 's feet was ty'd to th' mast Straight with the winde through th' aire the dove flies fast Eurytion then alreadie readie prest With bow and shaft set to to shoot addrest His brother invocates for aid auspicious In th' open aire spies the dove most conspicuous Cheerefully sporting with her wings for joy Whom his quick shaft did nimbly pierce destroy Under a cloud the dove i' th' aire thus dead Falls down and fallen the shot-shaft rendered Acestes onely fails of 's palmes desert Yet into th' aire he shot his whisling dart Proud of his expert art and clanging bow But here behold a most prodigious show And anxious augurie came soon in sight As the strange issue did demonstrate right And omens great which frighting prophets write For i th' cleare aire the flying dart did flame Which gliding on a fire consumes the same And wastes i th' fanning windes just as we see The falling starres when as they gliding be To beare long fiery streams Amaz'd they stand Trinacrians Trojans lift up heart and hand And wise Aeneas marks the omen right And sweet Acestes greets with great delight Loads him with love-gifts and thus to him said Receive grave sir for thee great Jove hath made By this strange signe though prizelesse worthy praise Receive this gift in old Anchises dayes Bestow'd on him by Cisseus king of Thrace A pledge of his great love and friendly grace A goblet great engraven with figures faire This said he bindes his brows with garlands rare And doth Acest prime conquerour declare Nor did Eurytion kinde this honour grudge Though he alone as all might justly judge The pigeon fell'd from skie The next reward He therefore had for he 't was cut the coard He had the last whose dart the mast did cleave But brave Aeneas e're the sport they leave Epitides Ascanius guardian there And mate he calls and whispers in his eare And sayes Go quick bid my sonne come away If all the childrens troops be in aray And horse-race ready with his bands to goe Unto his grandsire and in Martiall show To shew himself Aeneas self mean space Commands the folk flocking about the place To gather in a ring the plain to cleare And now the lively striplings all draw neare Before their fathers on bright bridled steeds Which in the Trojans and Trinacrians breeds Great admiration exultation great All had their haire as custome was cut neat And helmets on their heads in 's hand each kept A paire of horny speares with steel well tipt Some at their backs wore quivers dainty light About their necks gold chains their breasts bedight Three coronets of horse three captains have Twelve children glistring in their arms most brave Attending them and masters them to guide One brave battalion which with Martiall pride Thy noble sonne Polites Priam faire VVho did his kingly grandsires sirname beare And must the bounds of Italie advance VVho on a stately Thracian steed did prance All partly colour'dwith faire specks o◠white His forefeet so his proud head born upright A white starre on his brow a comely sight Another band young Atys lively led From whom the Romane Atyan race was spread Young Atys to Iülus young most deare The last and best for beauty without peere VVas faire Iülus on a courser brave Of Carthage vvhich to him queen Dido gave A signe and symbol of her love to him The rest being grave Acestes yonkers trim Come on Trinacrian steeds The Trojan rout Receive them full of fame-affecting doubt VVith great applause and taking great delight In sweet conceipt of grave ancestours sight Their
distract Thou thou alone must wed thy virgine faire For unto thee small ivie javelings rare They beare about thou lov'st they say to dance And sacred haires thine altars to advance Like-furious madnesse does possesse the waves To leave their own to seek new dwelling drives Their dangling haire necks bare they spread to th' windes And some loud howlings raise with trembling mindes And clad in skins vine-lances beare about The queen her self in mid'st of all the rout Bearing a flaming pine-tree tunes her voice To Turnus and her daughters marriage choice Yet suddenly with frowning bloud-red eyes Ho mothers maids and wives aloud she cries Who-e're she be that pity yet retains When poore unhappie Amata complains Who-ever tenders tender mothers grief Unlace your head-attires afford relief Advance with me my Bacchanalian rites Thus in the woods with madded frantick frights Through damping deserts fierce Alecto had Stung and stirr'd up the queen with passions mad Who for this first time now seem'd fir'd enough To give all first contracts a counter-cuffe The hellish hag therefore with frightfull wings Straight to the walls of Rutuls kingdome flings Which city first Danae was said to build And with Acrision colonies it fill'd Driven there on land by tempests violent Antiquitie did call that continent Ardea and still it is great Ardea nam'd But once it was by fortune much more fam'd Here great king Turnus in his palace faire In the dark night slept sweetly void of care And here Alecto doffes her frowning face And is transform'd into an old-wives case And her old brows with aged furrows plowes And weares white haires close coifs and olive-boughs Seems Calybe great Iuno's sexton old And priest of her faire temple to behold And to the princely youth thus comes and sayes Brave Turnus wilt thou suffer thy assayes And many labours to be spent in vain Shall Trojan strangers thee supplant and reigne The king denies thee marriage dowrie due By birth and bloud seeks a successour new To rule his realms Go thou thus laught to scorn Now cast thy self on thanklesse dangers born Go slay the Tyrrheans Latines rule in rest These things since thou didst all in sleep digest All-potent Iuno bid me tell thee plain Rise therefore quick thy souldiers muster train Arm arm them all to all thy havens make haste And let those Trojan captains all be chas'd And burn their barks which ' boutfaire Tyber lie Thy warrant 's good confirmed from on high And let king Latines self if he refuse To grant thee marriage kindely thee to chuse Feel thy fierce force and utmost Martiall might Here the brave spark the southsayer seem'd to sleght And thus reply'd I 'm not as you suppose So unacquainted how this businesse goes Their ships in Tyber left affright me not I know queen Iuno hath us not forgot But over thee old beldame old-wives tales And doting doubts too much in vain prevails And kings affaires thee with false feares do flout There 's work enough for thee to look about And tend thy temple thy Gods image faire Leave peace and warre unto the warriers care These words Alecto made with rage to burn But whiles the prince did him to prayers turn A sudden trembling all his joynts possest His sight grew dimme fierce snakes much din exprest With raging hissings frightfull visages Him staying praying her her wrath t' appease She forced back with flames his eyes do stare And two choice snakes she plucked from her haire Lasht him therewith and thus in rage she rails Behold thy beldame with her old-wives tales Whom kings affaires do with false feares so flout Mark these thy words See me come from the rout Of hellish furies bearing in my hand Both warre and death This said a flaming brand She at the prince with rage and furie flings Which in his heart with quenchlesse burning stings Fierce feare did straightd isturbe the princes sleep A sudden sweat o're all his corps doth creep Arms arms in rage he cries and strives to finde Mad heat of warres and jarres enflame his minde Furie foams up much like a cauldron great Which makes huge bubling noise with boyling heat By store of flaming sticks whose crackling fire The seething liquor swells and boyles up higher The scumme about the cauldrons brims contends And into th' aire black foam and froth ascends Choice youths therefore unto Latinus came Their peace-infringer warres for to proclaim To safegard Italie t' expell their foes Or else he would with potent power oppose Trojans and Latines both These words thus spoke His Gods he did to his high votes invoke Then straight the stout Rutulians to the fight Do one another readily incite His beauty brav'ry this man stimulates His kingly kindred that man provocates His former famous facts a third doth spurre Whiles Turnus thus to arms his men doth stirre Alecto lewd to th' Trojans flies full fast For her new tricks fit place she spies at last Where brave Iülus was about the shore Busily hunting some wilde beare or bore And here hells hagge a sudden foile infus'd Into the dogs and much their sent abus'd With fierce pursuit to prosecute that deere Which did the first cause of much ill appeare And to fierce broiles the rustick clowns did steere A high-horn'd stately stagge was tamely bred By Tyrrhus children from the damme so fed This Tyrrhus from Latinus had the charge To keep his deere in parks and forrests large Their sister Sylvia deare that deere kept trim And on his horns with flowres adorned him And comb'd his locks and kept him clean and slick And he to hand would come and meat would pick Out of his masters hand and forth would stray Into the woods yet finde the readie way Unto his masters house though late at night Iülus dogs had of him sudden sight And at him flew as he was wandring there Cooling his heat in woods and waters cleare Ascanius also who did fame affect A sharp shaft from his bow did straight direct Nor did fate fail to help the mark to hit But through his paunch the whistling arrow split The hart pierc'd neare the heart homeward made haste And with deep groans him in 's known stable plac'd And like one mourning seem'd much to complain And every room his bleedings did retain Sad Sylvia first the sister beats her breasts Cries out for help the rusticks rude requests To come together They for yet i' th' wood The mischief lurking lay not understood Rashly run to her this brings in his hands A knottie clubbe that with bright fier-brands Is stoutly arm'd each one what first he findes Snaps up Wrath armeth peevish testy mindes Tyrrhus calls troops also as he was cleaving Oaks in foure parts them with stiffe wedges reaving His ax snatcht up in furious puffe and snuffe Here then the hellish hagge sate high enough To spie this mischiefs opportunitie And from the ridges of the stables high A past'rall summons on her horn she sounds Whose ratling noise i' th'
troops your foes to meet And with your swords assail them for this way Your countrey wills us all our parts to play No angry Gods but mortall foes you force VVe have as many hands and hearts to course And chase our foes behold the seas also VVhose waves so block us up and 'bout us flow That there 's no hope by land away to flie And will ye back to Troy by sea now hie And with these words himselfi'th ' midst of all Doth on the thickest ranks of Rutuls fall VVhom Lagus first by fate unhappie meets VVhom as a mightie stone he pull'd he greets VVith deadly dart which ribs and back did pierce VVhich sticking in the bones he pulls out fierce But over him he did not Hisbon slay Yet this he hop't t' have done without delay For as he rusht and rag'd regardlesse quite Of his mates death him Pallas deep did smite And sheath'd his sword in 's heart and life forth drew Thus Helenâ—s Anchemolus he slew From Rhoetus ancient offspring sprung who durst Defile his step-dames bed with most accurst Incestuous lust You Rutuls twins most stout Daucius two sonnes vvho valiantly had fought Both you he slew Tymber and Larides So like by birth they were that 'twixt both these None even their parents could no difference see Nor by their persons sweet deceived be But Pallas 'twixt them made a difference great Even 'twixt you both for in his Martiall heat His sword cut off thy head O Tymber faire And thy right hand par'd off Larides rare Whose half-dead hand sprawling his sword le ts go Th' Arcadians vvho but late retyred so With Pallas vvords and vvorthie deeds spurr'd on Now rage and shame arms them to set upon Their fiercest foes Then Pallas prosecutes And Rhoeteus swiftly flying executes Like tariance and delay he Ilus sent For as at Ilus he his strong speare bent It Rhoeteus intercepts and slayes by th' vvay And there faire Teuthra flying it doth slay And 's brother Tyres who from chariot reels And being half dead beats the ground vvith's heels And as the shepherd vvhen vvisht vvindes do â—low In summer does i' th' woods his fires bestow Which by their nearenesse fire do quickly take And o're the fields a vast combustion make And vvhiles thus Vulcans armie spreads about He like a victour glad at flames doth flout Thus all their mates their powers in one unite Which sight to see thee Pallas did delight But Martiall Halesus all foes defies And with his shield 'gainst them his power applies And Ladon soon he slayes and Phaeretus Demodocus and of Strymonâ—us With his bright blade he cut off the right hand Threatning Halesus throat nor still doth stand But Thoas brains he dasht out with a stone And mixt together bloud and brains and bone Halesus father his sonnes fate foresaw Him therefore to a wood he did withdraw But when old-age his life for death did fit Th' impartiall Parcae from their hands commit Him to Euanders darts whom Pallas thus Assails but first thus prayes Grant now to us Grave father Tyber that this dart I throw May finde good fortune and the right way go Through haughtie Halesus obdurate breast So shall thy aged oak be deckt and drest With this mans arms and spoils The God did heare And whiles Halesus hop't away to beare Imaons spoils a strong Arcadian dart Through 's open breast pierct his unhapppie heart But lusty Lausus did least feare disdain At slaughter of so rare a prince thus slain A prime part of the warre nor would admit His Rutuls to be thereat dampt a whit For first confronting Abas strong he slayes The bolt and barre of these most furious frayes Down fall Arcadians down Etrurians fall And Trojans thick which scap't from Grecian thrall Both armies meet captains and souldiers fight With equall force the reeres with utmost might Presse forward making their approach so thick That the whole armie seems stone-still to stick Without least motion Pallas hereupon His souldiers urgeth and inciteth on Here Lausus laboureth on the other side Neither much different in their youthfull pride Both bravely beautifull but both gain-said Into their countrey to make retrograde And hereunto Iove would not condescend That they in single duell should contend But for a greater foe their fate now waits Meanwhile Iuturna moves and instigates Her brother Turnus Lausus straight to aid Who in a wingy-chariot swiftly made Through thickest of their troops and when he saw Both Time and 's Martiall mates from fight withdraw I sayes he I alone must Pallas finde To me alone I see his death assign'd I wish his father now spectatour were And hereupon his mates the field forbeare Being charged thereunto The princely spark As he the captains pride and power did mark In 's Rutuls quick withdrawing stood amaz'd And â—tupifi'de on Turnus stature gaz'd With envying eyes viewing his limbes most great And every part about him most compleat Thus then unto the kings words he replies Sure I shall now get praise by this rich prize Or by a noble death My father sure Is just and wise what fates will to endure Spare then thy brags and threats Thus having said 〈◊〉 the midst o' th' Martiall list he made Th' Arcadians hearts were fill'd with chilling feare Turnus from 's chariot then descending there And now on foot was stately seen draw nigh Like a fierce lion who from 's den doth spie A stout big bull fitting himself to fight Farre off i' th' field he to him takes his flight Even such is Turnus in his fierce accesse VVhom Pallas now within the reach doth guesse Ofhis darts-cast Pallas doth first advance Unmatcht in might but hoping happie chance First thus he prayes O thou Alcides great I by my fathers kindenesse thee intreat VVho thee a stranger took to bed and board To my designes thy mightie aid afford And let my adversarie half-dead see Himself of 's bloudy arms bespoil'd to be And let proud Turnus see with dying eye Me winne the field with valiant victorie Hercules heard the youth and but in vain Fetcht a deep sigh which did even teares constrain Then mightie Iove to 's sonne most kindely sayes To each man 's given his appointed dayes Mans life is short his time irrevocable But fame by facts to make most memorable Is vertues work indeed Under the wall Of stately Troy how many sonnes did fall Even sonnes of Gods yea my Sarpedon faire My sonne 〈◊〉 slain the fates would him not spare And Turnus hath a term and certain fate And his lifes period hastes to terminate This said on Rutuls fields his eyes he bent And Pallas now wiâ—h all his force forth sent A nimble speare and from his scabbard drew His glistring blade The speare most fiâ—rcely â—lew To Turnus shoulder on his armour blue And on the brim of 's shield did glance along And gave a clattering blow on 's bodie strong Turnus hereat shaking a speare of oak Tipt with sharp steel
again Even so Aeneas showr'd on round about VVith shafts this cloud of warre strongly beares out And ' bides all brunts and chides young Lausus sore And bitterly thus threatens Lausus poore VVhither weak childe of death dost rush so fast VVhy dost thou on facts past thy strength thee cast Thy filiall zeal doth flout thee most unwise Lausus no lesse doth madly him despise VVhich makes this Trojan captains rage break out And now the fatall sisters had spun out Lausus last thred of life for now with ruth Aeneas through the bodie of the youth Made his bright blade to enter instantly There wholly hid his shield and arms do flie In parts and slasht his coat wrought curiously His mothers work and fill'd his breast with gore VVherewith his soule into the aire did soare And left his corps But when with ruthfull eye Aeneas did his dying count'nance spie His count'nance which waxt wondrous pale and wan He deeply sigh'd greatly to grieve began Embrac'd him in his arms and call'd to minde The tender love to sonnes in parents kinde And sonnes reciprocall to sires and said VVhat honour now may worthily be paid Belov'd and much lamented youth to thee VVhat gift may to thy goodnesse congruent be From kinde Aeneas all thy arms most rare VVherein thou joy'dst not mine but thine they are Thy corps also for buriall I commit Unto thy sire if he have care of it Yet let this thee unhappie happifie That thou by great Aeneas hands didst die Then freely he his friends checks tauntinglie For their delay himself lifts him from ground His lovely locks i' th' fashion comptly bound Being all-besmear'd with bloud In this mean space His father dry'd his wounds at a fit place About faire Tybers floud his bodie he Makes clean with water and against a tree Refresht himself his helmet strong of brasse Hung on the boughs his huge arms lay i' th' grasse Chief gallants 'bout him stood he faint takes rest Eas'd his tyr'd neck his beard spread on his breast Often enquiring for his Lausus deare And sending oft that he of him might heare They quickly do the mournfull fathers will And on their shields lamenting loud and shrill Brought mightie Lausus dead with mightie wound Woefully slain Which when the father found His mournfull minde farre-off foreseeing woe On his gray-haires much dust he straight does throw And both his hands unto the heavens doth heave And with these words to th' corps doth cling and cleave Oh my deare sonne had I such love to live That thee for me I to my foe should give Even thee whom I begat must I by thee Survive secure and thou thus murthered be Must I live by thy death Unhappie I What now remains but exiles miserie O wound most deeply driven O my deare sonne 'T is I have sham'd thee and thy fame undone Even I whom home-bred hatred hath disthron'd I should have dy'd through envy unbemoan'd I by all kindes of death most guiltily Should to my realm have paid this penaltie Yet live I still nor men nor light yet leave Well now I will me of them all bereave And with these words up on 's weak limbes he stood And though his strength was dull'd through want of bloud By his deep wound yet not a jot dejected He calls for 's horse his horse most high affected His crown and comfort wherewith evermore In all his battels he the conquest bore And thus he to his mourning horse did say Brave Rhebus we now long if long I may Say ought 'mongst men continues lived have And either we 'le this day be victours brave With bloudie spoiles and proud Aeneas head And for my Lausus losse be thus well sped Or else if force no way can force or finde My death and thine shall be in one combin'de For sure I think stout steed thou never yet To others didst or Trojan lords submit This said he mounted and i' th' saddle set Into both hands sharp shafts he straight doth get His glistring brazen helm on 's head and crest Fast fixt and with most rigid horse-haire drest Thus 'mongst them with a fierce careere addrest He rushed in his heart with shame did boile Madnesse and mourning for his Lausus foile Outragious love and secret sense o' th' might Of his fierce foe do spurre him to the fight Aloud three times he now Aeneas calls Aeneas knows him glad to prayers falls So grant great Iove so grant Apollo high That thou mayst now begin the fight to trie This said he with a piercing speare him met Whereat Mezentius in a ragefull fret Cries out Fierce wretch why dost thou thus in vain Me vex perplex thou having my sonne slain Thou hast the way me now to ruinate And surely now to die I do not hate None of thy Gods regard or spare will I. Leave off thy threats for here I come to die But first of all these gifts to thee I bring Which said a dart he at his foe did fling And then another and another thick He flings which flies as in a circle quick But yet the gold-bost shield them all abides Then 'bout Aeneas standing fast he rides Three light careeres still at him throwing darts And thrice Troyes prince with his brasse target thwarts The seeming wood of shafts But when he saw And seeing sham'd so many darts to draw Out of his shield such long delayes to use And how he was constrain'd not to refuse The combate though unequall musing thus At last with valour most magnanimous He rusheth on and with resistlesse force He threw a dart which hit the warriours horse Between his hollow temples with which blow The horse mounts up an end kicks to o'rethrow His rider and at last does backward fall Fastning his master under him withall He groveling headlong out of joynt his arm Trojans and Latines raise a loud alarm And clamorous noise Aeneas to him flew And from his scabbard his bright fauchion drew And o're him said Where 's now Mezentius stout Where 's thy proud strength and stomack all flown out To whom the Tuscane having ta'ne some breath Fierce bitter foe why so dost threaten death Why so insult'st thou 't is no crime to die Nor came I to the field so cowardly Nor for me with thee would my Lausus have Such base conditions Onely this I crave If any favour vanquisht ones may get From victours I thee earnestly intreat Permit my body to have buriall-rite For why I know my peoples hate and spight Stand round about me keep me I thee pray From their great rage and with me my sonne lay Consorting in one grave And with this word Expectedly his throat receives the sword Whereat upon his arms gusht out his gore And from his body forth his soule did soare An end of the tenth book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the eleventh book Aeneas for these victories To Mars doth trophies solemnize Pallas dead corps is sent thence straight To king Euander in great state
them busie stand Slicking their breasts clapping them with their hand To cheere them up and combe their mains rough haire Himself puts on his corslet shining faire With glistring gold and streaks of tinne most bright His sword and shield and helmet fits to th'fight His sword I say which ignean Vulcane gave Unto his father Daunus dipt most brave I' th' Stygian stream to make it strong and bright Then from a pillar standing bolt-upright I' th' midst o' th' room a mightie lance he takes And in his hand it furiously he shakes Actor Aruncus spoile thus then he said O thou my speare which ne're deny'dst me aid When I desir'd the time is now at hand Once mightie Actor us'd thee to command But Turnus now thee in his hand doth hold O grant with thee I may his carcase cold Lay low on ground and by thee my brave speare With my strong hand the pull'd off corslet teare Of that henâ—hearted Phrygian and most just Smeare his perfumed smelling locks i'th'dust Curled and crisp'd with heated irons neat Thus up and down with rage and furie great He breathes outbraves and makes wrath-sparkles â—lie And flames of indignation flash in 's eye As when a bull a furious fight intends Aire-frighting bellows forth he forthwith sends And with madhead his horns whets on the ground Buts truncks of trees to fight with windes turns round Playes with the dust plowes up the earth in spight Aeneas also fits him for the fight Arm'd in his mothers arms Mars invocates And him to th'combate wrath exasperates Rejoycing that by this thus offered truce There was good hope to peace warre to reduce Then sad Iülus feares and all his mates He comforts by discovering all his fates And bids the messengers shew to their king The rules for peace and truth of every thing Next morn when day with light scarce sprinkled had The mountain tops so soon as Sol most glad Gave reins to 's coursers with a full careere Mounting from sea snorting out day most cleare From their light-breathing nostrills when with speed Trojans Rutulians busily proceed To bound the limits of their field to fight Under the citie-walls i'th'cities sight And 'twixt them both they fire and water brought And to their Gods they grassie altars fraught In linen cloath'd with sacred vervine crown'd Thus first come forth the Latine bands renown'd The Trojans then and Tuscanes follow fast And troops with various weapons with them past As comptly promptly arm'd with blades most bright As if they all were instantly to fight And in the midst of these their thousands bold Their captains praunce in scarlet and in gold And Trojans brave Mnestheus Asyla's forces And stout Messapus rider rare of horses Great Neptunes offspring All then at the signe Now given to their set-stations do incline Their speares i'th'ground they pitch their shields let fall Then with desire to see the women all Flock forth and young and old and weak and strong Climbe turrets high and up and down they throng Some o're house ridges stride some on high gates To all high standings each one properates But Iunâ— from a mountain steep and tall Which now adayes Albanus men do call But then was namelesse famelesse quite neglected Survayes the Martiall field being much affected Views both the Laurent and the Trojan bands And in what state the Latines citie stands Then to Iuturna Turnus sister she Thus said Faire nymph to whom is granted free Authoritie o're roaring rivers swift For from above great Iove gave her this gift When she was stript of her virginitie Rare nymph of flouds the lustrous braverie To us most neare and deare thou well dost know Of all the Latine ladies which do go To mightie Iupiters ungratefull bed That thee alone I kindely suffered And lovingly in heaven gave thee a place Learn then of me thy present piteous case And do not me Iuturna henceforth blame For I as farre as fates would grant the same And destinies decreed have still protected Latiums affaires Turnus and 's towns affected But now I see the young prince overmatcht And by fates frowning day decreed quite catcht In snares ofhastning death nor can mine eyes Endure this fight and curs'd confederacies If therefore now thou any good canst do Then for thy brother it with speed ensue As 't is most fit perhaps fates may afford Better successe Scarce had she said that word When from her eyes Iuturna showr'd out teares And twice or thrice her breast she beat with feares Cease straight sayes Iuno now 's no time to weep Make haste thy brother if thou canst to keep From speedie death and or with Martiall broile Enflame them or their peace begun go spoile Be bold I 'le beare thee out With these perswasions She leaves her cumbred with most fierce invasions Of wounding thoughts Meanwhile the kings proceed Latinus in a chariot with swift speed Drawn by foure horses gallantly bedeckt With twelve-fold golden wreathes whose rare aspect Shone like his gransires glorious sun-beam bright Turnus goes next drawn with two horses white Grasping in 's hand two steelie-lances strong Then grave Aeâ—eas bravely goes along The basis of Romes regall progenie With 's starrie shield glistring refulgently And heaven-given arms with whom Ascanius came The second hope Romes empire fast to frame Thus on I say they to the camp proceed Their priest aray'd in pure and spotlesse weed Drawes forth a brislie sowes young porker faire And unshorn sheep to th'burning altars rare Bringing the beasts They then their faces bent To the ascending sunne on the beasts spent Their salt and bran and with their sizers keen They clip the haire and wooll their brows between And on their altars poure out bowles of wine Then with drawn sword Aeneas grave divine Thus vents his votes Bright Sol my witnesse be And thou O Latium who both heare and see Me praying and for whom I undergo These mightie toiles and thou great Iove also Yea and Saturnian Iuno whom I pray A kinder Goddesse be wrath laid away And thou renowned Mars who at thy will All warres dost regulate and order still And springs and rivers all I invocate And whatsoe're heavens power do venerate And all that in the azure flouds do go If on Italian Turnus chance bestow The victorie we vanquisht will depart Unto Euanders town with readie heart Iülus also shall your land quite cleare Nor shall our Trojans arms against you beare Or ever after give you least distaste Or with their swords your territories waste But if to us Mars grant the victorie Which I much rather hope by destinie And pray the Gods would rather ratifie I neither will Latines subjection crave Unto us Trojans nor your kingdomes have But that both Trojans and Italians be Link'd by one law in endlesse amitie I 'le guide you to the Gods and sacred rites Have power great father in law in Martiall fights Have and enjoy grave sire thy soveraigntie My Trojans onely shall me edifie A
see That I religious rites will teach them all And every land shall them Italians call The offspring which from Latian bloud shall rise All men on earth yea and the Gods i'th'skies Shall passe in pietie and than this nation None shall bring thee so copious adoration This tickled Iuno passing-well at heart And from her cloud to heaven she did depart This thus perform'd great Iove doth now contrive How he Iuturna might from Turnus drive Two hellish hags there are call'd Furies fell Whom dreadfull night begat in horrid hell Both at a birth upon Megaera black Both with like serpents stings and wreathed back And wings like windes These at Ioves footstool lay Under his throne their angrie king t' obey These feares and frights kindle in â—ale-contents When direfull death or vexing punishments Iupiter pleaseth on the bad t' impart Or towns will terrifie with warres desert One of these furies fierce Iove from him sendâ— Who to Iuturna Turnus death portends She flies away to earth whirlewindes fast Much like a shaft from Parthian quiver cast All dipt in poyson curable by none And by some Parthian or stout Cydon thrown The dart unseen whisling through shadows flies Thus this night-imp hastes on to earth now hies Who having spi'de Troyes troops and Turâ—us hands I' th' figure of a little bird she stands As screech-owles who are wont on graves to sit And dark-night walks to screech and hollow it And in this owlie shape this furie fierce In Turnus sight doth up and down traverse Making much noise fluttring her wings about His shield which lets in feare sets courage out Trembling his haire doth stare speechlesse he stood But when farre off Iuturna understood The furies fluttering wings and screeching stirre Poore sister ah how it bemadded her Her face she scratches with her bloudie nails With fists she beat her breasts and thus she wails Alas poore Turnus pray thee speak which way What means remains whereby thy sister may Shield or assist thee or â—hy life prolong Ah! how can I resist this omen strong Now now foul fowles I from these armies flie Cease then me trembling more to terrifie I know your plaguing plumes and deadly din I know Ioves proud prescripts do I this win And nought but this for lost virginitie Why gave he me lifes immortalitie Why am I freed thus from a dying state Whereby I might these great griefs terminate And in hels depth with thee poore brother range Am I immortall ah I would it change For without thee deare brother nought can please me Oh if some earth could swallow me 't would ease me Sending a Goddesse down to Limbo's lake These words with many teares and sighs she spake And straight her head waterie gray weeds hid And deep into the river down she slid Meanwhile Aeneas strongly doth oppose His tree-like lance brandishing as he goes And angrily thus cries Now Turnus stout What stayes delayes make thee still time it out Why draw'st thou back we must not fight by flight But hand to hand with furious blows down-right Transform thy self to shapes most variously Collect thy self with magnanimitie To fight or by arts slight to soare i'th'aire Or hid i'th'ground to cover all thy care Turnus in rage shaking his head replies Thy tongue proud Trojan nothing terrifies My troubled breast but th' angry fatall Gods And Iupiter himself with me at ods And with these words he spide a mightie stone A huge old stone by which lands bounds were shown All difference to decide left long i'th'field VVhich twelve men scarce upon their necks could weld Such proper men I mean as now adayes Times do produce This he with ease doth raise And with his trembling hand cast at his foe And yet this noble prince doth scarcely know That he himself rais'd high did swiftly run Took up the stone or what else he had done His knees began to faint his bloud grew chill Then on i'th'emptie aâ—re the stone went still But went not its full way nor hit its mark Like as when in our dreams at midnight dark VVhen lazie sleep tyr'd eye-lids down doth force VVe seem sometimes to run an eager course And in the midst of many a seeming act VVe faintly fail and vainly cease the fact VVe talk sometimes in sleep but faultringly Our forces fail nor words nor works comply Thus 't was with Turnus where his power was bent Fierce fates made all his facts in vain be spent Then diverse doubtfull thoughts in 's heart arise Upon his Rutuls casting now his eyes Now on the town fright stayes him and deep feare Even every moment of his foes strong speare Nor findes he means to flie nor means to fight Nor sees his coach nor sister-coachmans sight Aeneas having in his nimble eyes Faire fortune offer'd doth not sluggardize But brandishing his dart at 's doubting foe Farre distant at him doth it fiercely throw VVith all his might never flew stones so fast To batter walls from war-like engine cast VVith battering din nor thunder makes more roare Like a black storm hurrying destruction sore So flies the speare and through his corslet strong And seven-fold lined shields brim glanc'd along With clanging noise sticking fast in his thigh Which strake down mightie Turnus instantly Doubling his knees to th'ground The Rutuls straight Raise a huge crie which hills reverberate With mightie echoes round about the plain And all abroad the woods beat back again He meek and lowly raising hands and eyes O now sayes he I beare my most just prize I ask no favour use thy happie fate Onely I pray thee to commiserate My aged father Daunus if in thee Least pietie to parents harboured be And thy Anchises once was such an one And me if so much favour may be shown If die I must restore my corps to mine The victorie to thee I now resigne Our Latines see my conquered hands extended Laâ—inia is thy wife thus fates intended Let farther furie cease Aeneas stands Fierce in his arms yet still he holds his hands Gazing with 's eyes and now even now began His speech to work compassion in the man Till that unhappie belt he did espie Upon his shoulders hanging broad and high Whose buckles known and glistring rarely cleare To be young Pallases did plain appeare Whom Turnus with a conquering wound-had slain And 'bout him did that fatall prize retain But when his eye did seriously survey That badge of griping grief that piteous prey Enflam'd with furie all with rage possest Ah! dosâ— thou hope to scape my hands thus drest With my deare Pallas spoiles for Pallas sake This wound shall thee his due oblation make And with that word he sheath'd his sword in 's heart Whereat death seazing on his vitall part His members bursen loathed life out flies And with a deep-fetcht groan to Charon hies An end of the twelfth book of Virgils Aeneïds Trin-uni Deo soli sit omnis gloria FINIS ERRATA COurteous Reader The large distance of place and