obey'd Bore gifts to Carthage and Achates led When he came in the Queen was plac'd in state On golden beds and in the mid'st she sate Aeneas and the Trojan Captains met And raised high they on spread scarlet set The servants water bring and serv'd up bread In chargers some neat fringed towels spread And fifty Dames to serve the bill of fare Had charge within and Inscence to prepare A hundred more with youth of like age grac'd Tables with dishes and the goblets plac'd Through joyfull halls in throngs the Tyrians prest Commanded on imbrodered couches rest Aeneas gifts th'admire Julus prais'd At th' Gods bright looks and feigned words amaz'd The robe and curious yaile they much commend But Dido destin'd to a wofull end Could not be satisfi'd burning at the sight The Boy and presents equally delight Aeneas neck when he imbracing held And the great love of a wrong Father fil'd He Courts the Queen she strange affection shews Fixing her eyes lays in her lap nor knows What God betrai'd a wretch but Cupid is Mindfull of Venus blotting by degrees Sychaeus out and tries with lively love Fix'd thoughts and resolutions to remove After the feast was ended all tooke downe They mighty goblets place and Bacchus crowne The ample Pallace rung with noyses mix'd And shining lamps to golden roofes were fix'd Bright torches vanquish the dark night with fires Here rich with jems and gold the Queen requires A bowle with wine which Belus us'd and all From Belus sprung then silence through the hall O Jove for thou giv'st lawes to every guest To Tyrian Trojans let this day be blest And still observ'd by our posteritie Glad Bacchus and good Juno present be You favouring Tyrians keep this feast she said And flowing honour on the table paid Then having gently kist the swelling cup Gav 't Bitias he the full gold soon turns up And drench'd himselfe in the overflowing draught Next other Peers What greatest Atlas taught On 's golden harpe long hair'd Iopas playes Sols labours and the moons inconstant wayes Whence man and beasts whence showers and lightning sprung Wet kids Arturus Northern bears he sung Why winters suns haste so to touch the maine And what delaies the tardie might restraine Tyrians and Trojans praise with one consent But the slovv night unhappy Dido spent In various discourse and long love quast Oft asks of Priam and of Hector oft Novv in vvhat arms Aurora's off-spring came Of Diomeds horse now of Achilles same My guest from first originall relate Greeks trecheries she said and your own fate And wandrings since for now seaven years hath tost You on all shores and drove to every coast THE SECOND BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE ARGUMENT APollo's priest the Trojan horse assailes Sinons false storie with seigned tears prevailes Laocoon and his sonnes by serpents slame The horse drawn in the Greeks return againe The City taken by their stratageme Aeneas riseth from a troubled dreame And gathers aid resistance makes in vaine The Pallace burnt Polites Priam slaine Through sword and fire Veuus her son convaies Glad Omens raise Anchises from delaies Creusa lost Aeneas from Troys sack Ascends mount Ide his father on his back ALl silent and with deep attention sate Then thus the Prince spake from his bed of State Unheard-of grïefs great Queen you bid renew How Troys unhappy Realm the Greeks o're-threw Whose sad destruction I my self have seen And in her losse have no small sharer been Which of the Dolops Myrmidons or fierce Ulysses souldier such things to rehearse Could tears refrain and now the dewie night â—s almost spent rest setting stars invite But if that you desire our chance to know And briefe would hear Troys finall overthrow Though at the thought such horror I within My wounded soule concerve yet I le begin Broken by war now many sliding years And forc'd by fate at length the Graecian Peers A horse frame like a mountain by divine Minerva's art the sides with wrought firre joyne They for return feigne vowes wide spreads that fame Here secretly by lot in the darke frame Choice men th'inclose and full the Caverns large And the huge bellie with arm'd Souldiers charge In sight lay Tenedos the I le well knowne By fame and rich whilst Priam held the Crowne Now but a bay to Ships a faithlesse rode Here they arriv'd in desart shores abode We thought them gone and for Mycene steer'd Therefore all Troy from her long griefe was cleer'd Gates opend to behold Greeke Camps they joyd To visit coasts forsooke and places voyd Here Dolops fierce Achilles there abode Here they joyn'd battell there the Navie rode Some wonder at chast Pallas gift accurst And the huge horse admire Thymetes first Bids draw't within the wall place in the fane Either by fraud or such Troys fates ordaine But Capys and the graver heads advise Those gifts suspected and Greeke treacheries To drown i' th' Sea and in the flames consume Or vast caves pierce and trie the hollow wombe Th' inconstant route in sides divided be Laocoon first with a great companie From a high tower ran chafing then from far What madnesse this thinke you Greeke presents are Without deceit believe the foe is gone O wretched men is thus Ulysses known Either in this inclosed Graecians hide Or ' gainst our walls this Engine they provide To view our houses and the towne to force Some deceit lurks Dardans trust not this Horse What ere it is Greeks bringing gifts I feare This said with huge strength he a mighty speare At the beasts side and crooked belly flung Trembling it fix'd the mighty Caverns rung The Bulke being struck and hollow grown within Had fate so pleas'd had we not senslesse been He had Argolick dens with steele constrain'd Now Troy had stood and Priams high Towers remain'd Behold mean while the Dardan Sheep-heards bring One bound with mighty clamours to the King Who unknowne fieely yeelds this plot to lay That he the towne might to the Greeks betray Bold and prepar'd for both or to procure His ends or most assured death indure From all parts joyn'd the youthfull Trojans flock Glad to behold by turnes the captive mock Receive Greeks treacheries now and from one crime Learn all For as amidst troubled disarm'd he stands And casts his eyes round on the Phrygian bands Ah what land now or what sea entertaines A wretch he said for poore me what remains Who have no place in Greece Trojans incens'd Expect with blood now to be recompenc'd With which complaint our minds are chang'd all rage Comprest we bid him tell his Parentage What news how they might trust him captive made Then casting off all fear at length he said All truths what ere to thee great King will I Confesse nor that I am a Greeke deny This first though cruell fortune Synon hath Made wretched thus she cannot false of faith If you have heard of Palamedes name From Belus sprung his glory great by fame Whom innocent
falsly the Greeks accus'd And by strange law because he war refus'd Condemn'd to die and him now dead lament Hither at first me my poore father sent In arms with him companion neere of blood Whilst safe he was at home and his realms stood By counsell we bore also name and state But afterward by slie Ulysses hate I speak things known he to the pale shades went Griev'd I my life in woe and darknesse spent And mourn'd alone losse of my injur'd friend Nor soolish held my tongue what chance attend If native Greece I ere touch conqueror I vow'd revenge with words sharp malice stir Hence my first woes hence Ithacâ—s gave out New crimes to fright spreads ' mongst the vulgar rout Ambiguous words conscious plots new designes Nor rests till Chalcas in his project joynes Why triviall things recount I thus in vain Wherefore delay if all the Graecian strain You in one listesteem enough is told Now let me suffer this Ulysses would This with much treasure would Atrides buy Then we grow earnest to know how or why Of such plots ignorant and Pelasgian art Who trembling thus proceeds with feigned heart To raise their siege the Graecians oft desir'd And Troy forsake by flight with long war tir'd And would they had whom ready storms at Sea Did oft shut in and rough winds terrifie But more since we with ample beams did forme This horse all heaven did thunder vvith a storme Perplex'd to th' Oracle Euryphilus We sent who these sad answers brought to us The winds you first appeas'd with virgin blood When first for Trojan shores you Grecians stood With blood you must and a Greeke sacrifice Gain your return When through the Camp this flies Amazed through their bones shot trembling feare Whom Phoebus meant for whom such fates prepare Ulysses here with great stir mid'st the bands From Prophet Calchas asks the Gods Commands Th'artists dire plot many did to me Foretell and wisely did the event foresee Silent ten dayes he cunning did refuse Any to name and the sad Victime choose At last forc'd by Ulysses clamors he Breaks silence and to th' altars destins me They all assent what each himself did feare Turn'd to the ruine of one wretch they beare Now came the fatall day rites are design'd Salt fruit they bring my browes with garlands bind I grant I broke my bonds fcapt death by flight And hid with reeds in a foule lake all night I lay till they set saile if so they would No hope is left my Country to behold Sweet Children or deare father now which may For my escape be cal'd sad mulcts to pay And my crime expiat with their own death You by the gods by sacred truth by faith Inviolate I pray if any be ' Mongst mortalls yet pitty my miserie Pitty a wretch so great injustice beares We grant both life and pitty to his teares And Priam first his mannacles to ease And chains Commands and courteously said these Who ere thou art forget the Graecians gone Thou shalt be ours but now these truths make known Why plac'd they this huge horse who authours are What would they sacred i' st or worke of war Then skil'd in arts and Graecian treacheries His hands unbound he raiseth to the skies Eternall fires you powers from violence free Altars dire swords I scap'd my witnesse be And the Gods wreaths which me your offering crown'd Now from our sacred oath I am unbound Now I may hate the Greeks and all things hid Disclose nor hath our Countreys lawes forbid If thou keep promise if thou Troy prove true If truths if great things I repay to you The Greeks chiefe hopes and confidence was laid Since first this war begun in Pallas aid But since that impious Diomed conjoyn'd With Ithacus who all curst plots design'd Fatall Palladium from the sacred fane Entring they snatch'd the high towers warders flaine Tooke the blest image and with bloody hand Rudely the virgin fillets then prophan'd The Graecian hopes ran backward and declind Broken their strength a verse the Goddesse mind Nor gave she fignes by doubtfull prodigies Scarce plac'd within our campe her burning eyes Shine with bright flames and from her body flows Salt sweat and wondrous thrice from ground she rose Bearing her target and her trembling speare Calchas cries streight to Sea they must repaire Nor Graecian arms should conquer Troy unlesse The Omens and the Power return to Greece Which they with them to Sea in vast keels brought Native Micene now with faire winds is sought Arms Gods and friends prepar'd remeasuring Seas Soone they returne thus Calchas ordered these This being advis'd they for Palladium left For th'injur'd Power to expiate the theft This mighty frame Calchas bid reare so high And ribd with oke commands to touch the skie Lest it within your ports or walls attaine Lest her old love it should your Nation gaine But if Minerva's gift you violate Great woes which may the Gods on them translate The Phrygians shall and Priams Realms attend But by your hands if this your feats ascend Asia ' gainst Greece shall mighty wars maintaine And for our off-spring shall those fates remaine Thus perjur'd Sinons craft beliefe prepares And vanquish'd those with fraud and feigned tears Whom neither Diomed Achilles nor A thousand Ships could tame nor ten years war But now a chance fell out of greater dread And their distracted minds astonish'd In stead of Neptunes priest the annuall due A bull Laocoon at the Altar slew Behold from Tenidos two huge Serpents came I shake to mention through calme Seas they swam And took the deep to shore at once they bend Their breasts erected bloody necks extend Above the floods their sterns divide the maine Winding long backs with a voluminous traine The fomie brine resounds to shore they came Their burning eyes speckled with blood and flame And bissing mouths lick with a brandish'd tongue Pale at the sight we fly they march along Laocom seeke and first the slonder wast Of his two Sons the winding Snakes imbrac'd And on the childrens wretched members fed Next him for aide with weapons furnished They seiz'd bind with huge spires and now twice could About his waste twicescaly backs infold His neck above his head tall creasts they reare With both his hands he strives those knots to teare And with foule blood and gore his garlands dies And to the Stars at once rais'd horrid cries So rores a hurt Bull having Altars fled And the incertain axe shooke from his head But the two Serpents to the high Fane went And crawling to sterne Pallas temple bent Under the Goddesse feet and targe hide Then through our trembling breasts strange terrors glide The Trojans say Laocoon had his due Who at the sacred Oke his javlin threw And at the side did cast an impious speare All cry to sacred seats the image beare And on the Goddesse call We break our Rampiers and our Walls divide All ply the worke cords to the neck
strand Lives young Ascanius draws he vitall aire Whom Troy to thee Of his lost Country hath he any care How doth his fathers or his uncles name Hector his soule to manly acts inflame This she said weeping and spent flouds in vaine When from the City with a stately traine The Hero Helenus Priams son appears He knows his own and to his Pallace steers Our course with joy while his wet eyes afford A liberall teare to wait upon each word Now I acknowledge little Troy and small Pergamus like the great one and did call The river by the name of Xanthus wave And to the Scean gate imbraces gave In their associate City Trojans rest The King receives at ample ports his guest Amidst large halls Bacchus in bowles they taste Cups they present in gold our banquets plac'd One day succeeds another gentle gales Invite to sea soft Auster swells our sails When I the Prophet move this sute prefer O Trojan born the Gods interpreter Thou Phoebus tripods laurell thou the stars Birds language knowst swift wings thy augurers Declare our course all Oracles have said Shall prosperous be this heavenly powers perswade Latium to seek attempt prepared seats Onely Selaeno sings now dreadfull threats Dire rage sad hunger how we shall eschew Dangers so neer and toyles so great subdue Here with slain steeres Helenus as the guise Implores the Gods from sacred browes unties His wreath and by the hand O Phoebus me Leads to thy floores struck with thy Deitie From lips inspir'd the priest then prophesies O Goddesse son for thou must sail through seas This doe the greater auguries designe And King of Gods that doth all fates injoyne By a fix'd law from much take briefly these Safer to search more hospitable seas From Helenus knowledge fate the rest hath hid Saturnian Juno hath my tongue forbid First Italy which thou conceiv'st is neer And fond prepar'st those neighbouring coasts to steer Long wayes unknown divide far distant shores In the Cicilian waves first try thy oars Ausonia's briny flood thy Fleet must goe By Circes Isle and cut those Seas below Before safe lands to plant in thou shalt find And this the Omen fix it in thy mind When at an obscure stream solicitous thou Under wilde okes shalt find a mighty sow Pregnant her farrow thirty laid to rest A white sow a white issue at her breast There ends thy toyle thy City there erect Nor let thy eating trenchers thee deject Fate shall find means Phoebus implor'd will aid But these coasts these adjacent shores evade This Italy fly-wash'd with our swelling tide For in those Cities wicked Greeks reside Naritius here hath Locrian walls prepar'd Idomeneus his arm'd squadrons guard Salentine fields there Melibaeus small Petilia joyn'd to Philoctetes wall But when they ships transported reach the bay And there arriv'd vowes you on Altars pay With purple vailes your cover'd haire attire Lest in heavens honours midst the sacred fire Some hostile face seen should disturbe the signe This pious use impose on thee and thine In this thy chaste posterity instruct But when to Cicilies shores faire winds conduct Opening Pelorus narrow straights then fly The star-board seas and strands long courses ply Through lar-board deeps shave thou the left hand shore Those coasts they say by a vast ruine tore Such change workes length of time asunder start And countries which before conjoyn'd now part With violent waves Pontus Hesperia forc'd From Cicilie Cities and Towns divorc'd Shores interwash since with a narrow tide Scylla the right Charybdis the left side Inexorable guards Thrice she doth drink Vast floods which down to hels darke bottom sinke Then belch'd again lasheth the skie with waves But Scylla keeps her den and lurking caves Ingaging ships in rockie mouthes that gape A female with faire breasts a virgins shape She is above the waste beneath a Whale And to her wolvish wombe a Dolphins taile Better for thee to seek Pachynas strand And with long steerage to Cicilia stand Then once fierce Scylla in vast caves descry Or Rocks resounding with her blew dogs cry Besides if Helenus any prudence hath Phoebus with truth inspire if any faith One speciall charge I presse O Goddesse sonne Again again repeat it must be done Great Juno move with prayers and her adore The powerful Goddesse with free vowes implore With humble gifts subdue victor at last Then steere Italian shores Sicilia past When thou hast reach'd to Cuma and hast found Lakes sacred heard in woods Avernus sound In a deep rock the Prophetesse doth sit Foretelling Fates and doth to leaves commit The characters and names what verse she puts In those she counts and in her cavern shuts Firme they remaine and keep their place design'd Which the dore opening then a whisking wind Disorders and the thin leaves doth dispierce She not collects againe the scatter'd verse Or cares to joyn or place not hearing fate They vext depart and Sybils mansions hate But let not such delayes disturbe thy mind Though thy friends call to Sea and a faire wind Invites with swelling sailes yet first repaire To her and Oracles beseech with prayer Oh let her as she please our fate declare She shall to thee Italy future war Those labours how to beare or wave display And honour'd she shall grant a prosperous way These are the things nor more may I advise Goe raise great Troy by valour of the skies After these hopefull words the Prophet said By his commands they to the Fleet convei'd Ivorie and gold and with a mighty masse Of silver load our keels and Dodon brasse A coat of maile with gold most richly wrought A stately helme with flowing plumes they brought And Pyrrhus arms my fathers gifts who then Recrutes the oars and armeth all our men And horse and riders adds In the mean time Anchises bad prepare Our Fleet for Sea against the wind blew faire Whom Phoebus Prophet with much honour calls Anchises grac'd with Venus nuptialls Twice sav'd from ruin'd Troy th' art heavens care now See thy own Italie and possesse it too But thou must steer much wide of this behold Where those parts are Apollo did unfold Blest with a pious son farewell I stay Too long and comming winds with talke delay No lesse Andromache sad departing brought Vests hid in gold with rich imbroyderie wrought T' Ascanius worthy him a Phrygian cloake And loading him with wealthy gifts thus spoke Take these remembrances my own hand wove The witnesse of Andromache's long love Keep these last last gifts of thine to me O thou Sole Image left of my Astyanax now Such eyes such hands thy face the same appears Who now had been with thee of equall years Then with abortive tears I thus at last Live happy you your miseties are past Us fate from fate commands you rest obtaine Nor must you plow vast billows of the maine Or seek still flying shores of Italy Zanthus effiges Pergamus you see Which your selves built a better fate have these
towns to make arms anvils lay Tyber Ardea potent Atina Towrie Antemna Crustumere the great Helms of high proof they work and shields compleat With sallow wrought these shining breast-plates cast Or with fine silver smooth-wrought Greves inchac't Farewell all love and honour of the plow Their fathers swords again they furbush now The trumpets sound proclaimed is the war These fit their casks those neighing steeds prepare This brac'd his shield his golden mail that tride And girds his trusty sword unto his side Open your springs you Muses raise my verse What Kings provok'd to wars what armies fierce Supply'd the field with what men Latium fam'd Did flourish then and with what arms inflam'd T is you can tell for you did register Only a slender fame did touch our eare First proud Mezentius from the Tyrrhen lands The gods contemnor march'd with armed bands And Lausus next his son then whom more fair Was none unlesse Laurentian Turnus were Horse-taming Lausus wild beasts vanquished A thousand men from Agelina led Worthy in better times his realms to have swaid And not Mezentius for his sire to have had With conquering steeds in 's chariot next to these Came Aventine thy son bold Hercules Upon his shield his fathers arms he takes A hundred serpents Hydra girt with snakes Whom Rhea bore in Aventina's wood Private a woman proving by a god After Alcides to the Laurent plain A conqueror came when Geryon he had slain And Spanish bulls washt in the Tyrrhen wave In war these piles and cruel weapons have They fight with Tucks and with Sabellian spears Himself on foot a Lyons huge skin wears Rough hair and white teeth dreadfull on his head Thus horrid he the palace entered Th' Herculean mantle flowing on his back Two brothers then Tyburtian walls forsake Whose brother Tybert gave the place a name From Greece fierce Coras and Catillus came Before the ranks amidst thick arms they bend As cloud-born Centaurs from the hills descend When snowie Othrys they or Omole Forsake then to their flight the woods give way And all the bowes with mighty fragor yield Nor was he wanting did Preneste build The race of Vulcan who mongst cattel reign'd Found on the hearths all times this truth maintain'd Rusticks a legion Coeculus commands From high Preneste and cold Anio's strands Whom Gabii and rough Hernicis bred With rivers cleer those rich Anagnia fed Old Amasens not all bore arms or ring With shields and chariots A great number sling Bullets of lead and some two javelins beare And on their heads did yellow bonnets weare Of a wolfs skin with their left foot they did March naked a raw brogue the other hid Well horst Messapus Neptunes off-spring whom Nor fire or sword had power to overcome People in ease uncustom'd to alarms Invites to war soon taught to use their arms These the just Falscians and Fescennian bands Those held Soractes towres Flavinian strands Mount Cymins lake and Capen groves who sing Marching harm onious numbers of their King As midst the clouds when silver swans retire From their repast they in a joyful quire Tune their long pipes then all the Asian coast And floods far off resound Nor think the brazen bands in that great hoast Confusion had like thick clouds through the skie Of cackling fowl from sea to land they flie Lo antient Sabine blood Clausus commands Great troups himself great as his mighty bands From him the race and Claudian family come After the Sabines shar'd a part in Rome Great Amiterna old Quirites and Oliv'd Mutisca all the Eretian band Who Nomentum those rosey Veline till Tetricah rough with rocks Severus hill Those plant Casperia Folurus and them Drink Hymel Faber and the Tybers stream Cold Nursia Hortine troups and Latines came Those Allia parts with an unhappy name As many waves from Lybick seas are rowl'd When stern Orion winter storms infold Or as thick corn parch'd in the summer stands In Hermus or in Lycias golden strands So shields resound earth trembling as they came Atrides sonne foe to the Trojan name Halesus strait his chariot horses joyns A thousand fierce men brought those blest with vines Massica plow Arunciau fathers train From the high hills Sidicina neer the main Those who left Cales and who till the stream Of dry Vulturnus Saticulus with them And Oscian bands these fight with javelins long Put as their custome fit with a soft thong These Faulchions have and leather shields protect Nor thee Oebalus must our Muse neglect Whom Nymph Sebetide to Telon bore Now old he held the Telebonian shore The son not with his fathers realms content To his subjection the Sarrastians bent And those whom Sarnus watereth forct to vield Them Rufus Batulus hold and Celen field And those fruit-bearing ' Bellas rampiers view Who darts in the Teutonick manner threw Their heads are arm'd with Cork-trees torn from vines They shine in brazen arms a brasse sword shines With thee to war from hilly Nursia came O Vfens blest in arms and great in fame A cruel race with huntings us'd to toyle In woods Aequicola a barren soyl These armed plow and alwayes love to drive Fresh prey and plunder and by rapine live Next came a priest of the Marubian race His helm green bowes of happy olive grace From King Archippus sent Vmbro most bold The vip rs blood and hissing serpents could By chaims or with his hand to sleep engage Their bitings cure and by his art asswage But for the Dardan spear no help he found Nor could a sleepy medicine ease the wound Nor all those herbs in Marsian mountains be Thee Angits grove Fucinus cleer waves thee Thee chrystal lakes have wept To war the fair race of Hippolitus went Virbius whom his mother Aritia sent To Aegeias groves in the Hymetian strand Where altars fat of pleas'd Diana stand After his stepdames art Hippolitus kill'd Paternal punishments with blood fulfil'd Torne by mad steeds T'etherial stars they fame And heavens supernal air again he came Restor'd by physick and Diana's love This much incensing the all-potent Jove A mortal from infernal shades should rise Phoebus son who so great skill did devise With thun er sent to Styx But Trivia Hypolitus did to fecret seats to convay And to Aegerian groves confin'd alone In Italian woods he finisht life unnkown Where by a chang'd name he was Virbius stild From Trivias fane groves sacred are exil'd All horses since the youth and 's chariot they Frighted orethrew to monsters of the sea No lesse his son did horses exercise And to the wars he in his chariot flies Among the first most beauteous Turnus led Marching in arms and taller by the head From his high crests three bushy horse-maines came Chimera there breathing Aetnean flame Then louder roars with fire more fiercely glowes When in hot fight blood in abundance flowes His polish'd shield Io with gold adorns A cow now cloath'd with hair and drest with horns Argus who kept the
neither known The Gods in loves High court pity their rage That thus poor mortals should themselves ingage Here Venus sits there cruell Iuno stands And pale Tisiphone raves amidst the bands But here Mizentius a huge javeline shakes And to the field highly incensed makes So tall Oryon through the swelling tides Marcheth on foot the waves scarce reach his sides Or when he stalks more proudly on dry land Bringing from hils an old ash in his hand Whilst his proud head amongst the clouds he hides So in his mighty arms Mizentius prides Aeneas having spi'de him through the bands Marches against him He undaunted stands Waiting th'approach of his magnanimous foe And having took the measure of his throw This hand which is my God and this my spear Which now I poise grant your assistance here That cruell Pirates spoils and arms I now For thee a trophie dearest Lausus vow This said at him he cast his sounding lance But the swift spear did from his target glance And far from thence through noble Anthor run This was great Hercules companion Who sent from Argos with Evander staid And his abode now in Ausonia made Thus hurt he fals and haplesse views the skies Remembring his dear Argos as he dies His javelin then valiant Aeneas threw Which through his brazen quilted target flew Where three bull-hides tan'd did their force conjoyn And fast it stuck in bold Mizentius groyn Whose strength now fails soon as Aeneas saw The Tyrrhens blood straight he his sword did draw And whilst he was astonish d rusheth on This Lausus viewing fetch'd a heavy grone For his dear father and salt tears he sheds Here thy sad death and most renowned deeds If antient stories have related truth I shall not silence O most noble youth Mizentius hurt began some ground to yield Drawing the hostil weapon from his shield Lausus steps in and brought his father aid And took the blow which fierce Aeneas made On his own shield receives him with delays At which a shout his glad companions raise Whilst the hurt father from the fight withdrew Defended by his son Iavelins they threw And ' gainst the foe their lances thick discharge Aeneas rag'd protected with his targe As when a showre descends of hail and rain Straight all the husbandmen forsake the Plain Under dry roofs himself the traveler saves Or shelters under bancks or rockie caves Until the storm is o're that when the Sun Returns he may perfect the work begun So was Aeneas overwhelm'd with darts Bearing the tempest thundring from all parts And Lausus he rebukes now menaceth The bold youth thus why hastenst thou thy death And dost so much above thy strength assay Thy Piety fond youth doth thee betray But he no lesse rashly himself ingag'd At which the Dardan Prince extreamly rag'd And now â—is thread of life the fates had span In him to th'hilts his sword Aeneas ran And through the threatners shield and arms it pass'd And coat his mother with pure gold had grac'd I lood drown'd his breast his soul her Progresse makes Down to pale shades and the cold corps forsakes But when his face great Anehisiades And cheeks now wonderfully pale espies He stretch'd his hand then sigh'd with grief opprest And now his fathers love affects his breast Saying poor youth what fame for thee is due What worthy gift shall I bestow on you Take thy lov'd arms if those thou dost regard And with thy Royall Parents be interr'd This comfort have in thy sad funeral That thou by great Aeneas hand didst fall Then checks his lingring friends himself before Raising him up his hair defil'd with gore Mean while his father at the crystal streams Of Tyber cleans'd his wound and eas'd his limbs Against a tree on which his helm he hung And on the grasse his pondrous armour flung A choice guard round panting his neck did rest Which bowing with his beard cover'd his breast Then asks for Lausus and oft sends to find And call him off since 't was his fathers mind But the dead youth his friends in sorrow drown'd Bore on a shield slain by a mighty wound Far off the crie his soul presaging knew Then on his silver hair rowl dust he threw And both his hands at once to heaven he heaves Then thus complaining to the body cleaves Dear son was life to me so sweet that thou Whom begot for me shouldst suffer now Must I thy father draw this vital breath Sav'd by thy wounds and live by thy sad death O let me now to woful exile go Since I behold this wound this fatall blow Oh son my acts have blasted thy renown Expuls'd by malice from my throne and crown 'T was I should suffer in this hatefull strife And many deaths pay for this wicked life Yet still I live view heaven converse with man But I le forsake them all Then he began Thus saying to raise his feeble thigh from ground And though it fail'd him with so great a wound Undaunted he commands his horse provide This was his comfort this his only pride On this through all his fights did Conqueror go To whom he spake declaring thus his woe Of long life Phoebus we have had the proof If any time to mortals were enough Either we must Aeneas head this day And bloody spoils in triumph bear away Revenging Lausus or if fates deny Assistance we will both together die For sure most valiant Steed thou'lt not admit A Trojan rider nor a strangers bit Thus having spoke up sad Mizentius gets And soon himself in comely manner seats Then both his hands did with sharp javelins load On his bright helm whole mains of horses fload And straight he marches up whilst mighty shame Grief and distraction did his soul inflame Love provokes rage and losse of honour all Then thrice aloud did for Aeneas call The Trojan knew the voice and thus he pray'd So may great Jove and Phoebus now perswade That thou begin the fight And praying with a dreadful spear march'd on But he why hast thou rob'd me of my son Most cruell man and terrifiest me thus Since no way else thou hadst to ruine us Nor fear we death nor any God regard Leave of thy prayers to die I come prepar'd But first these legacies I le on thee bestow This said he cast a javelin at the foe Another after then another flings And swiftly wheels about in mighty rings Aeneas shield receives them thrice he goes About him standing and sharp lances throwes Three times the Trojan turning where he stood Bore on his brazen shield a mighty wood Vext with delay and plucking from his targe So many spears and with the dangerous charge Plotting all means at last he did advance And through his horses head he sent his lance Who rising then beats with his feet the skies And tumbling backward on his rider lies Oppressing much his arm extended out Trojans and Latines send to heaven a shout In leaps Aeneas and his bright sword