speciall care To carry thence over the mountains high Loathing to live Troy lost doth flat denie To go with me and exile to endure And said O you whose bloud is fresh and pure Who young and strong can of your selves subsist Shift you for life you may flie if you list But as for me if fates would I should live They sure this place would me for safegard give But 't is enough more then enough I see One ruine and our citie lost yet we Survive even thus oh thus my corps laid well Departing give it a sad Vale knell These hands shall finde out death foes may be kinde They 'le take but spoiles small losse no grave to finde Heaven-hated and earth-loathing fruitlesse me My yeares till now too long protracted be Since first the father of Gods and mans great king Did on my corps his blasting lightnings fling Urging these arguments he fixt remains But we with cheeks all wet with tearie stains I with my wife Creüsa and my childe And our whole houshold with intreats most milde Pray'd he would not all with himself o'rethrow But yeeld to forcing fates Still he said no. Who holding his intentions sitting still To arms again I flie with eager will Willing to die a most perplexed wight For what advise what fortune help me might Thinkst thou deare father I 'le thee leave and flie May a fathers tongue vent such indignitie Iffates conclude nought shall of Troy be left And that to min'd Troy of help bereft Thou art resolv'd thy self and thine to adde The gate stands ope death may be quickly had Pyrrhus with Priams bloud all-soil'd makes haste The sonnes bloud in his fathers sight to waste The father at his sacred shrine to slay For this deare mother hast thou been my stay And refuge from all darts and deadly fire That I should see i' th' heart and heat of ire My father wife and my Ascanius tender In one anothers bloud their lives surrender By furious foes Arms arms bring arms deare friends This last day calls us conquered to our ends Shew me the Greeks set me afresh to fight We will at least some of our deaths requite Hereat I buckled on my arms again And on my left-arm did my shield retain But to the field I readie now to flie Behold my deare Creüsa suddenly Just at the doore about my heels hung fast And in my presence my Iülus cast Saying If thou 'lt flie and die let 's die with thee Or if in arms lest hope of help there be Bestow thy strength first to defend this place To vvhom else dost thou leave us in this case To whom thy father thy Iülus deare To vvhom me thy late vvife dost thou leave heare Weeping these vvords she fills the house with cries When strange to tell there suddenly did rise A hideous chance for even amongst us all In my sad fathers sight bright beams did fall Upon the top of young Iülus head Which lightly licks his locks and hurtlesse fed And grew about his brows VVe much afraid Frame burning haire to strike the flames assaid To quench the sacred fire vvith vvater cast But grave Anchises joyfull lifts at last His eyes his hands and voice to heaven on high Saying O great Iove if prayers do pierce the skie And move thee ought regard us in this thing If pietie to mortalls profit bring Great father grant thy favour stablish right All these so faire predictions in our sight Scarce spake the old man thus when sudden sound Of ratling vvelcome thunder did rebound A streaming starre from heaven most nimbly fell Whose lustrous brightnesse rarely did excell Which from our houses top we saw to glide Its shining self in Ida's wood to hide Pointing our path whose furrow with long streams Shone all abroad with sulfure fuming gleams My father hence o'recome the signe respects Adores the starre thanks to the Gods directs Forthwith cuts off delayes sayes Here am I Lead on the way I 'le follow readily Deare Trojan Gods my house and grandchilde save This was your augur yet you seem to have Some care of Troy I yeeld good sonne with thee To go along This said we heare and see Upon our walls a more cleare flashing flame And scorching heat more neare us rowling came I therefore said Deare father take fast hold About my neck for I with courage bold Willingly on my back will beare you hence How e're things hap one common exigence Ones welfare shall be boths Iülus vve Will take with us my wife may follow me And you my servants mark well what I say Being out o' th' town you 'le finde a hâ—ll i' th' way And now forsaken Ceres temple old Whose ground an ancient Cypresse tree doth hold Many yeares kept for our religions sake Thither we 'le all from all parts us betake Our Gods and sacred things father hold you But as for me that now this warre eschew Still stain'd with hot bloudshed 't is impious sure Them once to touch till in some fountain pure I may me lave and cleansing fit procure This said I with a lions skin arayd Clothes on my neck and shoulders fitly laid I took my burthen up my right hand fast My young Iülus gript and on he past But not with equall pace to 's fathers flight My wife comes after forc'd through darkest night We thus are hurried on and I whom late No clouds of flying darts could trepidate Nor swarmie troops of adverse Greeks could wound Novv feare each puff of vvinde each smallest sound Most for my little mate grandvveight thus fear'd And now to th' citie gate my way thus clear'd Thinking all safe I seem'd most suddenly To heare a thick quick noise of feet hard by And straight my father through a glimmering shade Looking foreright O sonne deare sonne he said And hast'ly cride Flie fast our foes draw nigh For I their shields and glittering arms do spie Hereat I know not what unfriendly fate Made me amaz'd did me precipitate Into strange by-wayes lanes and lawns untill Whether by fate fetcht thence she lived still Wretch that I am I lost Creüsa kinde Or whether being wearie left behinde Or having lost her way I am unsure But sure no search her sight could reprocure And e're her lost my mindes reflect respected To Ceres sacred seat the place directed Even to the hill we came where we all met One onely wanted whose mistake did fret Her mates her sonne and me her husband deare And whom herein did frantick I hold cleare And not accuse Or Gods or men or what In all Troyes wrack held I more harsh then that Ascanius and Anchises my deare sire Our Trojan troop and Gods with zeals hot fire I to my mates commend and did them hide In a deep vale my self to th'citie hy'd Appointed with my shining shield and arms I now resolv'd to reinforce all harms The citie thorough to perambulate My life in dangers to precipitate And first I mount the walls and as
Environed he comes to 's fathers grave And here as due two bowls of wine most good He pour'd on ground and two of sacred bloud Two of new milk and strew'd blew flowers and said Hail sacred sire once more all hail safe laid You sacred bones sires soule sav'd all in vain Since Italie we could not both attain Nor see those fatall fields nor seek together Ausonian Tyber flowing who knows whither This said a mightie slipperie snake he spi'de With seven huge wreaths and foldings forth to glide From under th' earth and smoothly crawling by The altar girts the grave whose back like skie Was coloured right and full ofspecks like gold His glassie scales most bright for to behold Much like the rain-bow plac'd against Sols rayes Which thousand various colours then displayes This sight amaz'd the man the snake among The cups and platters crawling thus along At last he tastes the dainties tenderly And back recoils to th'tombe most harmlesly Leaving the full-fed shrines Hence much the more He ply'd his father with oblations store Uncertain whether it were the Genius faire O' th' place or 's fathers spirit did thus repaire Five sheep five hogs five heifers black he slew And bowls of wine upon them forth he threw And invocates the soule of his great sire And ghosts now rais'd from th' Acherontine fire His mates likewise bring copious costly gifts And lively each loads on the altars lifts And kill their kine and pots and pans they place And spread on ground make fires to th' spits apace And roste their midriffs and to feasting fall And now 's the day long-lookt-for of them all And Phäethons coursers drew Sols chariot bright Upon this ninth day with resplendent light When fluttering fame and brave Acests renown Call'd neighbours in from each neare neighbouring town Whose joyfull troops fill'd all the plains about To see the Trojan lads and sport it out But first faire prizes placed were on poles I' th' midst in open sight faire three-leg'd bowles And fragrant garlands bound in beauteous wise And costly crowns palmes for the victours prize And glistering arms wrought-coats rich to behold And many talents both of silver and gold Shrill trumpets sound amidst those thick consorts And summon them to those propounded sports And first foure choice barks of the fleet begin With stiffe strong oares by sea-fight fame to win First Mnestheus with his galleon Pristis swift With his couragious master makes first drift Next him Italian Mnestheus from whom came The race of Memmius Gyas next for fame Brought his huge bark the fierce Chimaera nam'd A town-like ship with treble-oare banks fram'd Which Trojan lads with three-rankt oares did guide Next in 's tall centaure Sergest forth did glide From whom the familie of Sergeus rose In skie-like Scylla fierce Cloanthus goes Whence Romane Cluent thy great kindred grows Farre off i' th' sea just 'gainst the foaming shore There lies a rock which oft is covered o're With swelling waves when Western Corus blows And hides the starres a calm it plainly shows And in still tides 't is all a shelfie plain Where sea-birds basking in the sun remain Here grave Aeneas oaken boughs did place To shew the mariners their pointed race How farre to rove and where to winde about And now each one his station chooseth out Each champion's on his hatches richly clad Each youth on 's head a poplar garland had His shoulders bare 'nointed with glistring oyle Sitting on 's bench his arms prest to the toile Of tugging oares to th'wisht for signe addrest Whiles leaping joy and lumpish feare in breast Makes imbred broyles striving for masterie Prickt with the spurre of praise by victorie And now the trumpet sounds the shrill alarms Straight all the ships start out to sportive arms Hate least delay loud sea-shouts dash the skie Th'oares slicing strokes make folding waves run by At once all furrows plow the strugling streams O're all the main gape wide boile foamie streams With flaly-oares and slicing foredecks fierce Which through the bustling billows proudly pierce The furious duellizing chariots swift Burst from their bounds use not such headlong drift In field careeres nor horseman half so fast Runs jets curvets or shakes the loose reins cast On 's horses main nor loudlier jerks his whip Then shouts clapt hands both from each shore and ship And siding partners acclamations shrill The woods fields shores with mightie clamours fill Whose quick redoubling echoes answer still Thus first flies out before the rest i' th' rout Couragious Gyas whom Cloanthus stout Follows at heels with better oares indeed But slow-pac'd pinie barks make no great speed After them nimble Pristis Centaure flie With equall struglings for prioritie And now flies Pristis Centaure gets the best Now both are maâ—cht and side to side addrest With even foredecks they brinish billows plough And now their barges to the bounding bough And regulating rock nimbly draw nigh Which when i' th' floudie field victoriously Gyas first spi'de he to his master cry'd Menoetes why to th' right hast thou so ply'de Hale in this way and quickly shove to shore And to the left hand clifts winde in thine oare Let others move i' th' main sayes he for us But yet Menoetes too solicitous Of wave-hid rocks his foredeck windes to th' deep Whiles Gyas still cries out To land-ward keep Pull back Menoetes why dost still go wrong And now behold he spies Cloanthus strong Close at his heels and next himself the first Who stiffly 'twixt the ratling rocks being burst And the left inner way of Gyas ship Passing the best and bounds to sea doth whip Hereat deep rage young Gyas did so flame That not without some chafing teares he came To slow Menoetes and regardlesse quite Of his mates welfare or 's own lustre bright He casts him headlong o're th'board into th'deep Himself as master at the stern doth keep And cheeres his men and steeres the helm to shore But from the bottome now Menoetes poore In sea-drencht cloaths floating above the floud Crawls up a rock and on a dry cliffe stood Whiles on the shore the Trojans him deride And laught to see him swimme and slip and slide And how his stomack did salt water spue Here the two hindmost gamsters gladly view A spurre to prick them on Sergestus stout And valiant Mnestheus nimbly cast about T'outstrip slow Gyas Sergest gets prime place And to the rock to get now rows a pace But he 's not firmly first though's barge go on For perking Pristis nose lies close upon His foredeck Mnestheus trudging to and fro About the ship his men cheeres on to row Now now Hectorean mates rowe close cries he For you from Troyes last lot I chose to be My faithfull followers now power forth that might That courage brave which yerst in Grecians sight And Argine sturdie streams you have exprest I strive not to be first nor get the best Yet O! but let them win and weare it well Whom thou
th' sacred signes they are Next day when Sols light lamp had earth made bright They stray'd abroad about them cast their sight To see what confines cities shores these were And straight they found the river Numick there Here current Tyber there the Latines stout Anchises sonne then straight selected out Of all his troops an hundred legates vvise Their brows with olive-boughs in most grave guise Adorn'd he to the kings great palace sent And gifts unto the king for to present And for the Trojans peace to mediate With this commission forth they properate Meanwhile Aeneas meats his walls extent With shallow trenches fits its continent Most like a camp on first approached land VVith dikes forts bulwarks makes his citie stand And now those Trojan youths so farre were past That they the Latines turret spi'de at last And then their houses tops and quick they came To the town walls where they saw children game And lusty youths their prancing horses ride Some making chariots through the dust to glide Some were a shooting with their arrows swift Some slender lances brandish tosse and lift Some were a wrastling running-matches making All of their best affected sports partaking Straight to the aged king a post reports Brave strangers in strange cloaths came to his courts He straight gave charge to entertain them all Himself on 's kingly throne sat in his hall A hall most faire and large born up most high With full an hundred pillars anciently The stately palace of king Picus grave For groves and parents piety most brave Hence kings were wont their crowns and powers to take This they their temple court and hall did make Here many sacred sacrifices slain The peeres were wont constantly to remain Besides here stood rare statues carv'd in vvood In solid cedar of ancestours good Great Italus and grave Sabinus king Who first in Italie made vines to spring Old Saturn also holding in his hand A crooked sicle pourtray'd there did stand And two-fac'd Ianus at the entrie stood And other kings sprung from most royall bloud Who vvarres deep wounds did for their countrey beare And on the posts rich spoiles there hanged were And captives chariots axes us'd in warres And helmet-crests huge bolts and iron barres And shields and darts and ships foredecks most faire King Picus self for horse-breaking most rare Sate holding in 's right hand his regal rod In 's left a shield enthroniz'd like a God Whom led vvith lâ—st Circes his wife so charm'd And with her golden rod and druggs so harm'd That she into a bird transformed him And made a Jay with coloured feathers trim Latinus sitting in that sacred seat And inmost parlours of ancestours great Bad them the Trojans to him to bring in Who entred with these kinde words did begin Tell me brave Trojans for we all do know Your land and linage and heard long ago Of your sea-voyage tell me what you 'd have Or what hard straits your barks to Latium drave Whether y 'ave lost your way or weather-beaten For such like ills at sea do sea-men threaten From other parts and ports hence farre remote You safely now 'bout Latium banks do float Shun not your safegard know that Latines all Of Saturn seed were never yet in thrall To laws or leagues but voluntarily By our Gods pattern we love equity Indeed I think on 't time hath fame obscur'd And Italies old men have thus assur'd That Dardan who did from our nation spring Was first Idaean Troyes victorious king And Thracian Samo's streams did penetrate Which Samothracia now men nominate Whom now deceast from Corits Tyrrhean seat Heavens regal court starre-canopie most neat Enthroniz'd hath and made a God most great He ceast And thus Ilioneus made replie Great king whose race did rise from Faunus high No tempest fierce did force us on your land Nor ignorance of starres or unknown strand Hath us misled but vve deliberately And vvith unanime votes did all apply Our thoughts unto these parts from realms expell'd Which all that Sols broad eye beheld excell'd From Iove we sprang Iove was Troyes joyfull sire From Iove our king himself doth kin acquire Aeneas Troyes great prince us hither sent O that stern storms did cruel Graecia vent On all our Trojan fields what furious cloud Of angry fates did Europe Asia shroud I know fames trump these things hath sounded loud To utmost lands from sea the most remote And where the torrid zone as writers note By Sols intemperate heat doth much displease Our obvious world call'd the Antipodes We driven about by that vvarre-inundation Humbly desire a peacefull petty-station First for our countrey Gods a seat secure And for our selves free aire and waters pure VVe 'le to your kingdome bring no foule disgrace Nor sleightly your deserving fame abase Nor this faire fact in foule oblivion smother Nor Latines grieve that they did Trojans mother I sweare by great Aeneas destinie And by his Martiall hand who e're will trie His vertue valour or by faith or flight As many have and many do not slight This voluntarie tender of true peace Or that we our submisse desires increase Many I say to us have sought and su'de 'Twixt them and us like friendship to conclude But sacred secret fates and heavens command Hath us enforc'd to seek out thy faire land Hence Dardan sprung hither doth us invite And grave Apollo's great commands incite To Tyrrhean Tyber sacred Numicks spring And here I thee present from our great king With these small gifts of better former fate Remains reserv'd from Troyes combustive state This bowl of gold Anchises sacred us'd This Priams princely robe which still he chus'd To weare when he in councels laws wrote down A regall sceptre sacred priestly crown And royall robes the Trojan wives rare skill And thus Ilioneus ceast The king sate still With settled count'nance eyes fixt firm on ground And rowling downward full of thoughts profound Regardlesse of the gifts the robes most rare Nor did the king for Priams sceptre care So much as for his daughters nuptiall state And Faunus foretold fate to ruminate Strongly perswaded this was he should be His sonne in law sent by the fates decree From forrain parts to be his realms relâ—ef To raise a famous race and be earths chief Here at he joyfull sayes Heavens happifie Our high intents and their own augurie Thou hast brave Trojan what thou dost desire Nor do I sleight thy gifts till life expire And whiles Latinus reignes you shall enjoy A wealthie soile and fatnesse of rich Troy As for your prince himself if he desire And do our love and league so much require Let him come hither nothing feare his friend To peace in part we soon shall condescend If he your king and I kindely shake hands You therefore shew your king these our demands I have a daughter whom the whole consent Of our domestick oracles full bent And many a fearefull heaven-shown prodigie Marriage with any native prince denie
arms to lead along What fear'st thou 't is high time leave all delay With horse and chariots now to make thy prey On their confused camp Thus having said With well-poys'd wings to th' heavens herway she made And in her flight she cuts her mightie bow Under a cloud The young prince did her know And lifting both his hands up to the skies After her flying with these words he flies Faire Iris heavens great grace who did thee force Thus from the clouds to me to have recourse Whence is this sudden storm so bright and cleare Me thinks I see heaven cleft i' th' midst appeare And stragling starres from proper pole declines Who e're me callâ— to arms so sacred signes I 'le follow fast This said to th' stream he hastes And of the water a deep draught he tastes Loading his Gods with prayers and protestations And now his troops to field made properations Rich of rare horse embroidered cloaths and gold The valiant vantguard by Messapus bold The rereward by brave Tyrrhus youths was led The main battalion Turnus marshalled Advancing his brave arms farre 'bove the rest Like flowing Ganges with seven streams addrest And silent running or like fertile Nile O'reflowing fields yet couching close the while A sudden black-dust cloud the Trojans spide Growing farre off darknesse the fields do hide Whereat first Caicus from a crosse bank cries Faire friends what cloud-like troop doth yonder rise Flie to your swords and speares get up the walls Alas our foe on us already falls Hereat the Trojans raise a piteous crie But close about the wall and gates they lie For so at 's parting wise Aeneas had His armie charg'd if any fortune bad Should them befall and not in battell ray In field to trie the fortune of the day But keep their camp with forts and trenches strong Though therefore shame and rage provoke them long Battell to joyn yet they do fortifie And guard the gates and do obsequiously As they were charg'd Thus well prepar'd in arms They in their forts expect their foes alarms Now Turnus all his tardie troops out-â—iding Twentie choice knights about his body biding Was on a suddâ—n to the citie nigh Whom a white spotted steed most prancingly Of Thracian breed did beare upon his head A golden helm with a crest beauteous red O who is he brave sparks amongst you all Sayes he with me first on our foes dares fall With that he cast a dart into the aire The onset to the fight with courage rare Entring the field himself his mates in arms Following him fast with clamorous loud alarms Wondring to see the Trojans cowardise As they suppos'd not daring t'enterprise To fight the field in arms to play the men But keep their camps he in a furie then Doth gallop up and down the wall about For fierce assaults a fit place to spie out And as a ravening wolf all hungerbit Doth roave and rave and 'bout the sheep-fold sit At midnight dark enduring winde and weather To watch and catch the prey the lambes together Keep with their dammes and do securely bleat The wolf without rageth about for meat Extreamly vext to see the sheep so pent And he so long to suck their bloud so bent Even so Rutulian Turnus hunts about The walls and trenches extream rage flames out Hate heats his heart to know by what means best To finde a way the Trojans to infest And flying out of their forts compulsively To force them to the field then does he spie Their fleet which did behinde their camp lie sure And which strong walls of waves did safe immure This he assails and all his mates desires To bring in haste store of consuming fires And first himself cast in a pine-board flame And all his souldiers forthwith do the same Their princes presence stimulates their hearts Thus all the youth with fire-brands play their parts And fling about fierce flames and to the skies Made mightie fumes with pich and tarre arise Tell me faire Muses what so mightie power Permitted not such fierce flames to devoure And turn'd to ashes all Troyes navy great Though future times may former facts repeat With hard belief this facts fame ne're shall die When first in Phrygian isle most carefully Aeneas did a fleet for sea prepare The Gods great mother Berecynthia faire Is said her sonne great Iove thus to intreat Deare sonne since thou now rul'st olympus great Grant thy intreating mother this request A pine-tree wood long time I loved best I' th' height whereof a gallant grove there stood Whither were brought me sacrifices good Shadow'd it was with firres and maples brave These to the Trojans use I freely gave When they to build them ships had speciall need Now anxious feare much care doth in me breed Of this feare free me grant me this request That by no nimble course they be distrest Nor overthrown by fire or furious winde Let all that thence do grow this favour finde Her sonne which rules the world and starrie skie Unto his mother made this brief replie Whither deare mother wouldst thou fates incline Or what request for them is this of thine Can mortall things immortall states possesse Or can Aeneas sail free from distresse What God so great can in this case be free Nay when Troyes princes sailings finisht be When Trojans Latiums ports and parts have gain'd Whats'ever ships from storms shall have remain'd I 'le take from them their mortall shape and form And them into sea-nymphs I will transform Like Nerean Clotho Galatea faire Cutting the foamy waves with breast most bare He said it swore it for more confirmation By 's brother Styxes foule flouds inundation By pichy streams and Pluto's black gulfs banks And nods whose nods whole heaven affrights blanks The promis'd day waâ— come fates now fulfill The due designed time to Ioves great will VVhen Turnus turbulent injurious deed Mov'd the great mother of the Gods with speed To free her sacred ships from his fierce flame Here first to sight a sudden brightnes came A mightie cloud from th' Eastern skie did glide And all th' Idaean damsells were discride Then from the skies a thundring voice was heard Deare Trojans of my ships be not afraid Nor struggle ye to shield them with strong arm Ere Turnus does my sacred ships least harm He sooner shall with fire burn up the seas Go sea-nymphs go sayes she swimme loose at ease Your mother bids you Straight at her commands Each ship from shore most nimbly brake their bands And presently like dolphins duck and dive And like so many virgins faire alive Strange to behold in sea they all appeare So many ships so many nymphs were here All the Rutulians hereat stood amaz'd Messapus self hereat with terrour gaz'd And all his frighted horse the stream stands still Tyber retreats and vents out voices shrill Yet for all this Turnus turns all to th' best His courage and his confidence are prest Boldly he cheeres them boldly
setled town and call it by the name Of thy Lavinia to her datelesse fame Thus first Aeneas then Latinus grave His hands and eyes lift up this answer gave The self same things I great Aeneas sweare Let sea and land and starres true witnesse beare And both Latona's broods and Ianus old With his two brows and hells force uncontrold And dues divine of plaguie Plutoes seat And let great Iove heare thus whose thunders great Do truces tie fright the fedifragous And hereupon our shrines I handle thus And midst o' th' flames I touch and Gods I call Of what I speak and vow to witnesse all No day shall Latines make this peace t' impeach Nor of these coards of concord to make breach Nor whatsoever chance betide will I By any force fall backward wilfully No though the seas hide earth with inundation Or heaven with hell should force fierce desolation And as this mace for in his hand by hap A mace he bare quite void of native sap Shall never sprout or spring with branches tender Nor ever any cooling shadows render Cut out o' th' wood and from the stock quite rent VVanting its root and boughs and bark all spent And cut away with tools but once a tree Though now with gold it garnished you see By cunning artists skill and thus made fit For Latine kings to hold in thrones that sit VVith such like words their peace they did conclude Amidst the princely peeres and multitude And then as custome was their beasts they slay And on the fire their sprawling inwards lay But all this while this match seems much amisse To all the Rutuls muttering much at this VVith various votes and thoughts and so much rather By how much their unequall strength they gather And Turnus his slow walks and paces sad And low dejected looks much feare do adde As he was humbly sacrificing there VVith hollow cheeks and childish totall feare VVhich muttering whiles Iuturna notes right well And how the peoples hearts both rose and fell Camertes count'nance counterfeiting she Famous for grandsires ancient pedigree And fathers fortitude which farre was blown And he himself valiant in arms was known She mixt her self amidst the thickest wings And craftily acquainted with all things Spread rambling rumours 'mongst them all and said O Rutuls are ye not with shame o'relaid Thus one mans life for many's to expose To danger great Equall me not our foes In number and in magnanimitie See here the Trojans and Arcadians lie And fatall troop Etrurians Turnus foes And if in fight we bravely them oppose They scarce have man for man He shall indeed To th' Gods whose altars he adores proceed And live by fame in all mens mouthes though dead But we our countrey lost live in dire dread Be slav'd to supercilious lords whiles we Lie lazing and permit it thus to be With these like words the youths hot thoughts she fires And more and more the murmure might acquires Through all the armie Now the Laurents stout And all the Latines wheel their thoughts about And they which lately lookt for rest from fight And safely from their sorrows now down-right Addicted are to arms wish the peace mar'd And with great grief Turnus hard hap regard And to all this Iuturna jugles more And from the heavens sends a signe them before Which more effectually than ought else yet Did mould th' Italians mindes for her most fit To foolifie them with a prodigie For as Ioves bird the eagle in cleare skie Soaring along drives little birds about And frights the chattering flock and wingie rout When with a sudden swoop and serious watch Hâ— gliding down a gallant swan doth catch And teares in'stallons hereat instantly Th' Italians courage take then cherpingly All the birds back do flie a most strange sight And with their wings do dim the skies cleare light And with a clustring cloud o're all the aire Their foe so much infest an over-beare That forc'd at last by force and ponderous waight He lets his prey fall into th' water straight And swiftly flutters from them into th' skie The Rutuls their auspicuous augurie With clamours loud adore to fight prepare Tolumnius specially a southsayer rare Stands forth and cries This this is it indeed Which I long looking for wish might succeed The Gods great power I know and glad embrace Brave Rutuls come come follow me apace Even me your captain let your swords take place Even you whom this base stragler by fierce broiles Would as those weak birds fright from native soiles And all your shores with fire and sword invade But he shall flie and with base retrograde Hoise sailes from hence and haste into the main You then with one consent your troops maintain Double your files and with your Martiall arm Defend your forlorn king from fatall harm This said he running forth at 's enemies Casts a strong dart which whisling fiercely flies Clean through the aire piercing all opposites And this and more a doubled din incites And all the armies startles and provokes And heats their hearts to fierce tumultuous strokes And as the speare flew on with furious chance Against nine brethrens bodies it did glance All whom one modest Tuscane mother bred â—o her Gylippus in chaste marriage-bed One of which nine standing i' th' midst it hits Just on the place whereon his brave belt fits And where a button clasps his clothes aside A lovely lad and full of Martiall pride And through his ribs it quickly perforated And on the sands his life soon terminated Hereat the other brethrens valiant band Enflam'd with grief take some their swords in hand Some deadly darts and furiously flie on Whom to oppose and fiercely set upon Laurentum troops flie out hence instantly The Trojans like an inundation high Break out and Agyllines Arcadians bold In gallant arms embroidered rich with gold Thus all had one hot heart to fight it out Their shrines snatcht up fierce tempests flie about Through all the aire and storms of deadly darts And showres of slicing swords to wound their hearts Their sacrificing censers thence they beare And flaming fires Latinus in great feare Makes haste away unto the Gods complaining Of their dishonour and the peace profaning Some from the chariots take their horses out And nimbly backing them do range about With naked swords in hand approach the fight Martiall Messapus full of war-like spight This late compacted peace now to confound Against Aulestes king and kingly crown'd Over the Tuscanes ran with full careere And to the ground him straight did over-beare And headlong him on head and shoulders cast Flat on his back upon an altar fast Whereat Messapus fiercely to him flies With speare in 's hand and as for life he cries And much intreats he with his beamie lance On horse-back strongly 'gainst him doth advance And with a mortall blow thus to him spake So so 't is well thou'lt a good offring make Th' Italians close him mangle him all-o're Whereat stout