oke Pointed with steel aiming at Pallas spoke See if our javelin will not better passe This said his shield plated with steel and brasse So thick with bull-hides lin'd trembling it prest And through his corslet pierc'd his ample brest He from the wound in vain the warm spear drew Whilst the same way blood and his soul persue Falling on 's wound his arms above resound And dying bites with bloody mouth the ground Then Turnus standing ore Arcadians tell Evander these he said I Pallas send such as he merited Whatere the honour is of obsequie And joy at funerals shall my bounty be Aeneas entertainment shall be paid Back with no small reward Thus having said And treading with his left foot on the dead He seiz'd his belt richly embroidered Wrought with a crime in one nights nuptials slain So many youths blood bridal chambers stain And with pure gold skilfull Eurytion wrought Which spoils now Turnus boasts proud to have got Men not foreseeing chanee and future fates And to observe a mean in prosperous States The time shall come when Turnus will in vain Wish with a Kingdomes price Pallas unslain And with those spoils he shall abhor the day With groans and tears his servants Pallas lay Upon a shield and round about him mourn Great grief and glory to thy sire return This thy first day in war and this thy last But yet thou heaps of slain Rutilians sawst Not of so great misfortune only fame But certain tydings to Aeneas came Which told his army in great danger stands And now or never aid his shrinking bands Whoere he meets he levels with his sword And steele to him a passage did afford Seeking thee Turnus with new slaughter proud Pallas Evander favours they allow'd To him a Stranger and those aids he brought Present themselves to his revengeful thought Four gallant youths which were at Sulmon bred As many which cold Vfens nonrished Living he took for shades an offering dire Whose captive blood should due the funeral fire At Mago then a dreadful spear he threw Who stooping 'ore him the swift javelin flew He suppliant then grasping his knees begun By thy sires Manes and thy hopeful son This life both for a son and father save I have a Pallace where I talents have Of hoarded silver and huge summes of gold Coind and uncoin'd This victory can't withhold Nor one mans life so great a difference make This said Then thus to him Aeneas spake The gold and silver which thou mention'st spare To help thy children Turnus in this War Hath bar'd all quarter since he Pallas slew This to my father and my son is due Then whilst he mercy craves he seiz'd his crest And ran to th'hilts his sword within his brest Hard by was Phoebus prest Aemonius son VVith all his robes Surplice and Mytre on Known by his glorious arms and glittering shield Him first he charg'd and drives through all the field Then of him faln a sacrifice he made And standing ore hides with his mighty shade Serestus takes his curious arms to be A lasting trophie father Mars to thee Ceculus Vulcans son and Vmbro who Came from th' Martian fields the fight renew Whom the Prince meets as Anxure did advance He lops off both his shield and arm at once For he devin'd t'himself some great successe And vain Enthusiasmes beleev'd no lesse With his phantastick spirit he mounts the stars Promising t'himself long life and hoarie hairs Well arm'd Tarquitus then came boldly on Whom the nymph Dryope bore old Faunus son Towards him Aeneas raging did advance And through his shield and corslet drives his lance Whilst he did many ways beg life in vain And us'd perswasions quarter to obtain Cuts off his head the warm trunck down did rowl Then standing ore him from a bitter soul Thus much he said Thou so much fear'd lie there Nor shall thy woful mother thee interre Or in thy fathers tombe thy body lay Thou shalt be left for birds and beasts a prey Or waves shall roll thee in the ocean drownd And greedy fish shall lick thy bleeding wound Anthaeus and Lycas next he followed Who the prime squadrons of bold Turnus led Stout Numa did and bright-hair'd Camers chace Sprung from great Volscens who the richest was Of Italy and rul'd Amyclean lands As bold Aegean with a hundred hands Did belch from fifty mouths devouring flame When arm'd against Joves thunderbolts he came As many swords did shake and sounding shields So rag'd Aeneas conquering through the fields His sword now warm behold he next proceeds Dreadfull against Nyphaeus chariot steeds But they far off as him they saw draw near Raging extremely turn being struck with fear And rushing back their Captain overthrew And to the shore they with the chariot flew But mean while Lucagus with white horse rides In th' open plain his brother Lyger guides The winged chariot and the reins commands His drawn sword Leucagus brandish'd in his hands Nor them Aeneas suffers to advance But gainst them boldly he presents his lance To whom then Lyger said These are not Diomedes horse nor dost thou see Achilles chariot nor Greek enemie Now in this field thou life and war shalt end Thus vapouring Lyger did with words contend But the bold Trojan studied no reply He throws his javelin at the enemy When Leucagus bending having cast his speare His left foot out did for the fight prepare Under his shield Aeneas javelin found Way to his left thigh with a mighty wound He from his chariot tumbles down half dead When in stern language thus Aeneas said Sir your slow horse have not your chariot lost Nor were they frighted from the enemies host But you your self your chariot have forsook And strait he seiz'd the horses as he spoke His brother then disarm'd himself submits And craving quarter he his office quits Now for thy self and thy great parents sake Brave Prince O spare my life and pity take Aeneas said You were more malepert Die for thy brother thou shalt not desert Then he the closet of his soul displaid With his bright sword The Dardan Heroe made Such slaughters then and like a whirlwind raves Or some huge deluge with orewhelming waves Ascanius and his bands besieg'd in vain Break through their ports and sally to the plain Mean while to Juno thus bespake great Jove My dearest sister and my most dear Love As thou believ st nor doth thy judgment erre Venus upholds the Trojans in this war And not great strength and lively courages To whom then Juno modestly replies Great Sir why do you thus disquiet me Opprest with woe fearing thy sad decree Had I that power by love which once was mine And should be still at least thou wouldst incline That I in safety from the fight should bring Turnus to 's fathers court But now great King Let him be slain and if thou think it good Let cruel Trojans shed his royal blood Though he from us derive his stock and
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
No age shall you forget whilst Trojans shall Plant the fixd Rock of the high Capitol Or Roman Fathers shall the Empire sway But the Rutilian conquerours share the prey And weeping to the Campe dead Volscens beare Nor was lesse griefe Rhamnes found slaughterd there So many in one massackre prime men Serranus Numa mighty concourse then Visit the corps some not quite dead they flore Fresh slaughter warm'd and full streames fresh with gore Messapus spoyles they know and glittering caske And reins recovered by so hard a taske And here Aurora with new light had spread The earth leaving Tithonius saffron bed Now when the Sun had shewd the world againe Arm'd Turnus forth did his arm'd souldiers traine And all the Iron rancks in order sets Each man his wrath with various rumours whets When Nisus and Euryalus heads they bring Fix'd on tall spears and with loud clamouring A wofull sight came on The valiant Trojans the left hand made good The right side was secured with the flood They mighty trenches man'd with all their powers And sad they stood upon their lofty towers When well known heads they saw t' increase the more Their swelling grief flowing with purple-gore Whilst through the fearful town flew swift-wing'd fame And gliding to Euryalus mother came Which from the wretch did straight all heat compell Her yarn she tumbles down her spindle fell Out then with female cries tearing her haire Distract she runs and did to th' works repair Danger of men and weapons she defies Where thus with loud complaints she fils the skies Thus view I thee Euryalus art thou he That shouldst support my age thus leavst thou me Nor to thy mother grant'st one complement Before thou wast to such great dangers sent Ah thou art left to dogs and birds a prey In a strange land nor doth thy mother pay Thee funeral rites nor close thine eyes nor lave Thy wounds nor cover with the vest I have Working both night and day hasten'd for thee Which task in my old age did comfort me Where shall I seek thee in what coast remains Thy mangled limbs what land thy corps contains This the returns for all my love dear son For this have I by land and sea thus gone Kill me Rutilians if you pity have Dart all at me and give me first a grave Or thou great Jove thy self in mercy shew O father this my body hatefull now Unto the Stygian shade with thunder send Since else my woful life I cannot end This pierc'd their souls a sad grone past through all Their courages in war undaunted fall Idaeus and sad Actor by command Of Ilioneus whilst she thus complain'd Mov'd with Ascanius tears lead her away By either arm and to her house convay But now from far loud trumpets terrifie Follow'd with shouts which eccho from the skie The Volsceans haste and straight a Testude form Trenches to fill prepare and works to storm Some entrance seek and strive to scale the wall Where men stood thinnest and the guards but small Trojans on them all sorts of weapons throw And with sharp-pointed spears repell the foe Train'd by long war a city to defend Huge rocks and mighty milstones down they lend To break their fence-work under which they slight All chances and in danger take delight Which now not serves for where they thickest drew On them a mighty heap the Trojans threw Which beat the Rutils down their shield-work broke Nor more the hardy Volsceans undertook T' assault with engines but by open force To drive them from their works On th' other side dreadful Mizentius came Brandishing fire and casts in pitchy flame Messapus that brave horsman Neptunes race Past trenches and did scaling ladders place O thou Caliope inspire my verse Slaughters to sing and funerals to rehearse Which Turnus made whom each man sent to hell With me that wars great circumstances tell For this you know and to relate have power With transomes vast in prospect was a tower A place of strength ' gainst which th' Italians joyn Their force this to orethrow their chief design With stones the Trojans in great flocks defend And from their loop-holes deadly weapons send A brand Prince Turnus cast and blazing flame Fix'd to the work which with the wind the frame Suddenly seiz'd on burning posts fast stuck Amaz'd within all shake and whilst they flock Contriving to escape and make retreit Where was no fire the towre with mighty weight Suddenly fell heaven thunders with the sound Half dead with the vast load they come to ground VVith their own weapons hurt that cruel steel Did guard their breasts they in their bosoms feel Hardly escap'd Lycas and Helenor Helenor the eldest whom Lycimnia bore Bondslave to the Maeoanian King did reare And sent to Troy unlawfull arms to beare With a white shield and sword inglorious yet He when he saw himself with troops beset And Latine bands on every side he found Like a wild beast which hunters do surround Runs on the weapons and resolv'd to die Leaps through the toyles upon the enemie So charg'd the desperate youth upon his foes And where he saw the thickest squadron goes Lycas much swifter through the enemies And through their arms to the high bulwark flies Then strives the tops of the tall works to reach Endeavouring his friends right hands to catch Whom Turnus follows with as swift a course And thus bespeaks Fond couldst thou hope our force Thus to escape This said him hanging caught And down with great part of the bulwark brought A silver swan or hare Joves eagle bear So through the sky trust in his hooked sears Or Marses wolf takes from the flock a lambe Sought with much bleating of the mourning damme They shout they storm to fill the trenches haste And fire-works to the lofty bulwarks cast Ilioneus with a stone part of a hill Firing the gates did bold Lucetius kill Lyger Emathion Asylas did orethrow Chorinaeus This the dart us'd that the bow Caeneus Ortygius Turnus Caenaeus slew Dioxe and Ideas as they did maintain Their towres Privernus was by Capys slain This first a slight wound got from Themella's lance But he his hand did to the wound advance Fondly to bind it when a shaft did glide On nimble wings and pin'd it to his side The breathing places of his soul it found And panting lungs pierc'd with a deadly wound In arms compleat stood Arcens gallant son Of Spanish dye a rich coat he had on A most fair youth whom Arcens sent to have Breeding in Atars his grove near Symeths wave Where pleas'd Palicus smoking altar stands Mizentius laying by his arms commands A sounding sling then thrice about his head He whirls it round and with the moulten lead He piere'd his temples through and from his stand He layes hun weltring on a bed of sand Then first in war Ascanius as they fame A swift-wing'd arrow at the foe did aime Before accustom'd wild beasts to persue And stout Numanus with