Medians more their Prince obey Whil'st their King lives they all agree in one But dead the publick faith is overthrown They make the Common wealth a spoyle and rend Their Waxen Realms his life did all defend They honour him and with a martiall sound Circle about and strongly guard him round Bear on their back twix'd him and death they stood And purchas'd noble funerals with their blood From these examples some there are maintain That Bees derive from a celestiall strain And heavenly race they say the Deity Is mix'd through earth the Sea and lofty skie Hence men and beasts both wilde and tame derive And what so ere by breathing air survive To this they after are dissolv'd and then Return'd assume first Principles agen Nor is there place for death their spirits fly To the great stars and plant the lofty skie But if their narrow Courts thou mean'st to spoyle And seiz the treasure of the honey pile Water with silence in their chambers spout And with your hand extended smoke them out Twice they swarme yearly twice a large increase Their harvest brings first when the Pleiades Her sacred brow above the earth doth shoot And spurnes the scorned Ocean with her foot Or when that star from watery signes retires And sad in stormy waves conceases her fires But when incens'd their anger knows no mean For if you hurt them they inspire a bane And in the bodie fix'd their Javelins leave And where they give the wound their death receive But fear'st thou cruell winter and wouldst spare Pittying their broken mindes and sad affair Who doubts to cut them wax and to persume With thyme for oft base Lizards spoyle the coomb And the blinde Beetle wasts the precious hoard â—â—nd Drones free-quartered at anothers board Or cruell Wasps charge with unequalâ— arms Or the Moths eating generation harmes Or else Minerva's hatefull Spider sets About their Pallace gates intangling nets How much by fortune they exhausted are So much they strive their ruines to repair Of their falne Nation and they fill th' Exchange Adorning with the choicest flowrs their grange But if since Bees know our calamities Their bodies languish in a sad disease Which thou by signes to manifest mayst know Their looks are chang'd and their dejected brow Paleness deforms when they to shades descend In order wofull funerals they attend Or else they mourn lingering about the dore Or in their chambers privately deplore Till they with hunger and stiffe cold grow numb Then sadder notes are heard a dolefull hum As when rough Auster murmurs through the woods Or as loud waves rore with incensed floods Or dreadfull flames rage pent in furnaces To burn Galbanian odour I 'le advise And bring the mourners honey in a cane T' intice the wretches to known food again Juice of Oke-apples mix'd with Roses dride And richest wine with fire well purifi'de To these Cecropian thyme and Centaurie joyne And grapes which dangle on th' Psythian vine There is a flower which grows in meadow ground Swaines call Amello easie to be found Which golden like a mighty grove doth sprout But the thick leaves that shade it round about Are clad in purple which the Altars oft Imbraceth with sweet wreathes and garlands soft Sharp in the taste wise Shepherds gather them In flowrie vales neer Mellas sacred stream The root of these they mix with Bacchus blood And at their gates leave plenty of this food But should the whole stock faile not one remain From whom they should derive their house again Th' Arcadians rare invention we must here Remember who with blood of a slaine steer Oft Bees restor'd I will recount it all And tell the story from th' originall Where happy people plant Canopus soyl And dwell neer spreading streams of flowing Nile And through their Countrey painted vessels rowes And where the stream from the tan'd Indian flowes Which borders nigh the quiver'd Persian land And verdant Aegypt mailes with fruitfull sand Then spreading doth in seven large channels part These Nations all are confident in this art First take a little place for that use chose Then tile it and with narrow wals inclose And let there be four windows next design'd With oblique lights made from each severall winde Then take a steer grac'd with a branching top Of two year old his breath and nostrils stop And whil'st he struggles him with beating kill That the sound hide his dissolv'd bowels fill Thus dead they leave it shut and under lay Green branches thyme and freshest Cassia This must be done when Zephire calms the main Before the Meads blush with new flowrs again Ere her high nest the chattering Swallow makes Whilst in young bones the cherish'd humour takes Then moving Creatures wonderous to behold First without feet then sounding wings unfold Then boldly by degrees to heaven they tower And sallie forth thick as a summer showre Or as a cloud of arrows in their flight When the bold Parthians are ingag'd in fight What God ô Muse this strange art did invent From whence had man this new experiment When Aristhaeus left sweet Tempe's coast His Bees by famine and diseases lost Sad standing at the sacred fountains head Complaining much he to his mother said Mother Cyrene who commands these floods Why me the noble offspring of the Gods If Phoebus is my Sire as you declare Bor'st thou the scorne of Fate where is your care Thou gav'st me hope that I in heaven should reign But now those honours mortall life sustain Of corne and herds got by such toyle and care I now must loose though you my Mother are Goe and my fertile groves thy self annoy And burn my stalls with fire my corne destroy Hew down and spoyle my vinyards if to thee So grievous are those honours granted me Under the streams soft bed his Mother heard Whil'st round her Nymphs Milesian wool did card Staind with rich green Drimo and Xantho faire Philodoce and Ligea their bright haire Upon their snowie necks dishevel'd lay Spio Nisaee Cymodoce and Thalia Lycorias Cydipe a virgine one The other had pangs of Lucina known Clio and Beroe both to th' Ocean borne VVhom gold and curious mantles did adorne Ephyre and Ophis Asian Diope And Arethusa swift her arms laid by Amongst these Climene did vain cares relate Of Vulcan those sweet thefts and Mars deceit Gods many loves from Chaos did rehearse VVhil'st they their soft webs ply pleas'd with the verse Aristaeus grief then pierc'd his mothers ear All on their crystall seats amazed were But Arethusa first her golden head Advancing from a swelling billow said Dear sister not in vain we troubled are VVith such a sad complaint thy chiefest care Poore Aristaeus at his fathers streams Stands weeping and thy cruelty condemns Then said his mother struck with suddain fear Hast hast and shew him in he may repair To the Gods Court then bids the waves divide To make her Son a passage on each side Billows like Mountains stand then she receives
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
rewards bequeath To thee who forc'd me see my dear sons death And with his blood the Parents face defild Achilles whom thou father false hast stild Was no such foe to me he blush'd when I Implor'd the law of arms nor did denie Hectors pale corps should have a native tombe And me again sent with a convoy home This said th' old man a feeble javlin threw Which could not pierce his sounding target through But on the bosse did hang the harmlesse speare Then Pyrrhus said this newes my father beare My cruell deeds remember to relate And how that I his sonne degenerate For thou shalt die as soon as this he said Through his sons blood he dragging him convai'd Trembling to th' altars then his haire he wreathes In his left hand his right his sword unsheathes Which to the hilts he buries in his side So finish'd Priams fates and thus he dide Seeing Ilium burn whose proud Commands did sway So many potent Realms in Asia Now on the strand his sacred bodie lies Headlesse without a name or obsequies Amaz'd then first strange feare surrounded me I on my father thought when I did see The equall aged King give up his life With a sad wound and my neglected wife My rifled house and poore Iulus chance Round I behold what force I could advance All weary had forsooke me and leapt downe Or in the flames their wretched bodies throwne Now by my selfe in Vesta's porch I found Helen conceal'd silent on sacred ground Close hid she lay a light those burnings vast Me wandring gave as round my eyes I cast She for Troys fall expects the Trojans sword Greeke censures wrath of her forsaken Lord. Common Erynnis both to Greece and Troy Obscure and hated did at Altars lye My mind inflames rage my revenge did call To give her punishments for my countries fall Shall safely she behold her native soyle A Queen in Sparta triumph in our spoyle Her husband court children and parents see Shall Trojan Dames Phrygtans her servants be Priam by th' sword fall flames destroy his seat So oft with blood the Dardan confines sweat Not so Although no memorable name Have female punishments or such conquests fame Yet I 'le be prais'd to punish nay to kill So curst a wretch I 'll satisfie my will Flames to revenge and my friends ashes please With rage I was transported saying these When my blest mother did to me appeare Never before in night she shind more cleere Goddesse confest such and so great as she Is seen to those above and wringing me Fast by the hand from rosie lips she said Deare Son what rage hath such distemper made Why rav'st thou thus and where are our respects Nor look'st thou first where bedrid thou neglects Anchises now lives thy Creusa yet And young Ascanius which the Greeks beset On all sides round did not I aid afford Flames had devour'd them or the enemies sword Nor Helens beauty blame nor Paris hate The Gods the Gods incens'd o'rethrow this seat And from her deep foundations ruin Troy Behold for all these clouds which thus anoy Thy mortall sight and thus thick mists display I shall remove nor feare thou to obey Thy mothers will nor her Commands resist Here where faln heaps stones torne from stones thou leest Lie mix'd with ashes thus and waving smoke Neptune the walls with his great trident shooke And the whole City turns up from her seats Here cruell Juno guards the Scaean gates And raging from the Fleet her favourites calls Guirt with a sword On high towres plac'd thou mayst Trytonia spie In a bright cloud the cruell Gorgon by With strength and courage Jove the Greeks supplyes And ' gainst Troys arms excites the Deities Fly son thy Labours finish I 'le be neer And safe thee to thy fathers thresholds beare Then she her self in nights dark shades conceal'd And cruell shapes great Deities reveal'd Themselves a verse to Troy And now all Ilium seems in flames to burn Neptunian Troys foundations over-turn As an old ash hath lostie mountains crown'd With frequent axes hew'd with steele cut round By striving swaines she threatning nods and now She shakes her tresses with a trembling brow Till vanquished with wounds she gives a grone And from the mountaine torne lyes overthrowne Thence led by her I passe through foes and fire Weapons give place and horrid flames retire But when to our paternall seats I came Our antient house my father my first aime First sought to carry to the mountaines he Refus'd to live and would no exile be Ilium destroy'd you in whose youthfull veines He said fresh blood flows solid strength remaines Take you your flight If heaven would spare my life these seats for me Had been preserv'd it is too much I see One fall once to out-live this City took Thus let O thus the bedrid be forsook I shall find death pitied by foes who shall My spoiles seeke Losse of Sepulcher is small Hated by heaven uselesse I live since when The Father of the Gods and King of men With thunder struck with lightning blasted me Thus he discours'd and fixt remaind whilst we Are drown'd in tears my wife Ascanius With all the house lest his delayes might us With him destroy tempting to urgent fate Yet he denies fix'd in one posture sate I arm again and wretched wish to die What avails counsell what can chance supply Think you dear Sir I 'le stir you left behind Can such strange words fall from a fathers mind If nothing heaven of such a town will leave And you and yours you 'l to Troyes ruines give That death is neer from Priams slaughter now Pyrrhus will come who at the altar slew The father and the Sonne before the Sire For this blest mother me through sword and fire Didst bring To see my foe within my house My father wife and young Ascanius Behold in one anothers blood ly dead Arm arm the last houre calls the vanquished Let me return and seek the enemie Nor shall we now all unrevenged die Here I gird on my sword my target brace To my left arm ready to leave the place Loe then my wife clings fast unto my knee Just in the Porch and shews my sonne to me Go'st thou to die take us through all alarms But if expert thou 'st confidence in arms First guard this house Ascanius now contains Where father wife once called thine remains At this the house rung with a wofull cry When straight appears a wondrous prodigy Betwixt our hands in the sad parents sight Lo from Julus crown a flaming light Was seen to rise and harmlesse fire did spread With a soft touch and round his temples fed We frighted haste to shake the flagrant hair Water to quench the sacred flame prepare But to the stars Anchises lift his eyes His voice and hands advancing to the skies Almighty Jove if any prayer move thee Look down if we deserve for piety Confirm this signe O father and grant aid
Me and thy self dear sister and thy town Both Peers and people thou hast overthrown Some water bring that I may bathe the wound And if that any breath be wandring found My lips shall gather it Thus having said She mounts the pile her dying sister laid With sweet imbraces closely to her brest And groaning dries the black blood with her vest To raise her heavie eyes again she tride And fails the deep wound bubbling in herside Thrice leaning on her arms assaid to rise Thrice turning on her bed with wandring eyes Heavens light she sought and finding groans again Then royall Iuno pitying her long pain And tedious death Iris from heaven commands To free her soul and ease lif 's strugling bands Since she di'de not by death deserv'd nor Fates But suddain rage her day anticipates Nor Proserpine did yet her bright hair take Nor doomb'd her head unto the Stygian Lake From heaven then dewie rose-wing'd Iris flew She gainst the sun a thousand colours drew Plac'd on her head Sacred to Dis from thee This charg'd I bear Be from thy body free This said she cuts her hair all heat expires And with it life into the air retires VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE FIFTH BOOK THE ARGUMENT Dido's ascending flames sad Trojans see Storms drive Aeneas back to Sicilie Anchises rites renew'd The annuall games Iris from Iuno stirs the Trojan dames To burn the fleet Aeneas prayes a showre Prevents the mischief quenching all but foure Trojans set sayle Venus of Neptune craves Safe passage for their Navie through his waves The God assents Somnus with Stygian boughes Besprinkles watchfull Palinurus browes Ore board he fals the losse Aeneas spies And weeping at the helm his place supplies MEane while his course resolv'd Aeneas sailes And the dark waves divides with northern gales Viewing unhappy Dido's wals which shone With flames the cause such fire had rais'd unknown But what a woman might in sorrow drown'd Struck deep with grief and burning love was found And by sad auguries Trojans understand As they possest the deep nor any land Now more in ken seas every where and skies Freighted with night and tempest did arise A black cloud waves grew horrid with the shade Then from the high sterne Palinurus said Ah! what huge storms surround the hemisphere Or sather Neptune what dost thou prepare Here bids them ply tough oars stand to their tack Then turnes her side to wind-ward and thus spake Great Prince if Jove should promise with this wind I should despair Italian coasts to finde Gusts rising shift the black west grows more loud And the whole heaven condens'd into one cloud In vaine we strive nor make we any way Therefore since fortune conquers let 's obey Where she cals sayle kinde shores of Erix are And the Sycanian ports from hence not far If rightly stars observ'd I bear in minde Then said the Prince I saw long since the winde Grew scarce and you in vain strove Roomer stand To ease our weary fleet not any land More gratefull is or I could wish for more Then the Dardanian Acestes shore Whose lap infolds my fathers bones This said Faire Zephyre swels their sayles the port they made With a swift current in the Navie stands And joyfull sailes at last to well-known sands Acestes wondred from a mountains height To see them come then hasts to th' friendly fleet A Libyan Bears skin rough with darts he wore whom th' Ilian Dame to flood Crinisus bore He mindfull ofs old stock congratulates Them now return'd and cheers with rurall cates The tir'de inviting to a friendly feast When the next morne had chas'd stars from the East Aeueas having warn'd from all parts round His friends to meet spake from a rising ground Ye Trojans sprung from the high blood of Gods A year hath finish'd monethly periods Since we inter'd the dust of my divine Father and made the funerall altars shine The day draws nigh I guesse which I must still Lament and honour Gods such is your will An exile in Getulian Syrts were I Or in Mycene took i' th Grecian sea Yet annuall vows and solemn rites I 'de pay And heap'd up offerings on his Altars lay Now we are present at my fathers dust Nor without heavenly providence I trust Arriv'd all safe within a friendly shore Glad honours celebrate and winds implore These rites he bid should annually be paid In temples dedicate our City laid Trojan Acestes will two beeves bestow On every ship your Countrey Gods allow And those Acestes honours at the feast And if the ninth Aurora from the East Brings a clear day does earth with beams disclose I 'le for the swiftest ship a prize propose For him runs best who bold strong nerves excite Good at the dart or shoots the nimble Flight Or dare in fight a cruell Cestus trust Come all due Palmes receive and honours just Give your applause your temples crown'd with boughes This said his mothers myrtle shades his brows This Helymus this old Acestes did Ascanius this the youth all followed Midst a great troop from thence Aeneas went With many thousands to the monument And pour'd two bowles of rich wine on the flore Two of new milk and two of sacred gore Strewing the place with purple flowrs then said Haile my blest father haile paternall shade And dust preserv'd in vain heaven would not grant Latium with thee and promis'd fields to plant Nor what ere Lydian Tyber to be sought This said a huge snake from the secret vault With seven vast gyres seven mighty fouldings glides And gently wreath'd the tomb by the Altar slides His back with green was freckled and a bright Purple with gold cast from his scales a light As in the clouds the mighty bow displayes A thousand various hues gainst Phoebus raies Aeneas wonders his long traine he roules Amongst the Goblets and the standing bowles Then feeds and having tasted harmeless went Leaving the Altars to the monument This made him more his fathers rites renew And solemne sacrifice suspecting now That either this one of his servants was Or else the sacred Genius of the place Five sheep he then did kill as many swine With black-back'd steers and as the use pours wine From bowls and great Anchises soul implores And Ghosts remitted from the Stygian shores Then all his friends of their own plenty paid Glad offerings and slain Steers the Altars lade Some spits prepare and boylers plant of brass They entrails rost dispers'd upon the grasse Th' expected day was present with the dawn Phaetous bright Steeds the ninth morn fair had drawn Glad troops from all parts fill the shore by fame Brought thither and renown'd Acestes name Some Trojans come to see others to play Amidst the Cirque in view the prises lay Wreaths sacred tripods palme the victors prize With arms a garment of rich scarlet lies Gold silver talents and appointed games A trumpet from amidst the heap proclaims First from the Fleet four chosen gallies try Their ponderous
Forsake and other billows roul with oars Brief th' aged Priestesse thus to him replies Anchises son sure stock of deities Thou Styx Cocytus view'st by this to swear And to deceive the power the Gods do fear All those sad troops thou seest are not interr'd That Charon those he wafts are sepulcher'd Untill their bones in quiet rest before None passe these hoarce waves to the horrid shore A hundred years to wander here they' are bound Permitted then to passe the Stygian sound The Prince at this no further did advance And full of thoughts pitying their sad mischance Leucaspes and Orontes there he spies The Lycian chief sad wanting obsequies Whom the black south o're set with tempest when They sail'd to Troy waves swallowing ship and men Lo Palinure the master next appear'd Whom whilst by stars from Lybia he steer'd Fell mid'st the waves and tumbles with the stern Him when he could in so much shade discern O Palinure first said what deitie Snatch'd thee from us and drown'd amid'st the Sea Speak for to me still Phoebus words prov'd true But onely in my hopes concerning you He said thou safe to Latium through the seas Shouldst passe behold Are these his promises Great Trojan Prince Phoebus deceiv'd not thee Said Palinure nor hath the God drown'd me For the torne rudder grasping with much force As to my charge I stuck and steer'd my course With it I fell by the rough seas I sweare Nor for my selfe conceiv'd I so much feare But that the Master wanting at the helme Such swelling waves thy ship might overwhelme Three stormie nights rough south winds carried me Through the vast waves the fourth dawne Italy Rais'd on a swelling wave I saw and swam Softly to shore and to firm footing came When cruel men on me with weapons set Grasping rough bancks loaden with garments wet Who ignorantly tooke me for a prey The waves possesse me now and in the sea The winds oft rowle my body to the shore But by heavens pleasant light I thee implore Py thy deare Father and thy hopefull heire Take me from hence great Prince or else interre For thou hast power and seeke m'in Velins bay Or if thy mother Venus shew the way For I beleeve without some aiding God Thou com'st not now to faile this dreadful flood Then helpe a wretch and me transport with thee That I at last in death may quiet be This said then Sybill thus her selfe exprest Whence Palinurus comes this strange request Wouldst thou unburied Styx the furies Lake Behold and without leave these shores forsake Desist to hope that fates will heare thy prayer But take this comfort to appease thy care The neighbouring Cities shall thy bones interre And mov'd by omens build thy sepulchre Then to thy tombe pay yearly rites and shall The place for ever Palinurus call These words appeas'd his cares and griefe ore-came Proud of a countrey that should beare his name Then on they went and to the stream drew nigh As Charon these from Stygian waves did spie Bending through silent groves to his fad strands Thus rudely first begins and threatning stands Who ere thus arm'd approachest to our streams Your businesse tell this is the place of dreams Of shades and drousie night depart nor can My Stygian boat transport a living man Nor pleas'd it me to waft ore Stygian seas Theseus Perithous nor great Hercules Though sprung from Gods men never vanquished From our Kings Throne in chains Alcides led Hels porter trembling the other did combine To take from Plutoe's bed chast Proserpine Then Sybill said give not such way to rage Here are no stratagems nor arms t' ingage A violence let hels Porter ever lye In 's kennell and pale Shadowes terrifie Still in her Uncles Court the Queen may be Aeneas fam'd for armes and pietie To see his father through darke shades descends If thee no shape of such affection bends Behold this bough which hidden in her vest She shewes then swelling rage forsakes his breast Nor more he said but the strange gift admires The fatall bough not seen in many years Then turns his sable vessel toward the strand Thence drives those Ghosts sate waiting on the sand Opens his hatches and receives his freight The craz'd boat groanes with great Aeneas weight And leakie drunck much water safe at last He with the Priestesse and Aeneas past And free from foule mud ' mongst black rushes lands From triple jawes great Cerberus through those strdans Still barks and huge in a vast kennell lies When she his neck dreadfull with serpents spies She casts to him a soporiferous bit He opens his three mouths to swallow it Then being laid stretcht forth his long back lies Measuring his kennell with his mighty sise Aeneas past whilst Cerberus sleeps and leaves The shores of irrenavigable waves Then they heard voices and a mighty cry Of Infants weeping which in th'entrance lie Whom from sweet life a wofull death did call From the loved teate with timelesse funerall Next those who falsly were condemn'd to die And did not without Lot or judgement lie Minos being plac'd a silent councell cals And lives examines of the criminals Next after these those wretched Ghosts recide Who nating life have by their own hands dyde And lost their soules who now to live again Would not hard toyle and poverty disdain Them fates deny and the most dreadfull sound Binds in and Stix nine times incircles round Not farre from hence they to large champaigns came The fields of sorrow call'd such was the name Here those whom cruell love with griefe devours Did haunt close walks conceal'd in mirtle bowres Nor in their death relinquish they their woes There Phedra Procris and Euryphile goes Shewing those wounds her son had made he saw Pasiphae Evadne Laodomia Coeneus with them now woman once a man Whom fates restor'd to her own sex againe Amongst these Dido wandred the great wood With a fresh wound whom as Troys Heroe stood And drawing nigh through obscure shades he knew Such in her prime the rising moon we view Or seeme at least to see through clouds displaid Powring forth tears then with sweet love he said Ah haplesse Dido truth that newes did tell Which said thou' rt dead and by thy own hand fell I was the cause now by the stars I vow By Gods and faith if any is below Unwillingly best Queen I left thy lands But was inforced by the gods commands Who now compell me through these shades to passe Through deepest night and this most dismall place Nor my departure could I ere suppose Could thee alas ingage in so much woes O stay and part not thus whom fly'st thou me We nere shall meet againe so fates decree These to her vext and frowning he declares Her to appease but forceth his own tears Fix'd on the earth her eyes averse she held Nor was to change no more with words compeld Then if hard flint or Parian Rocks had stood Then flyes displeas'd and seeks
drew And thus he said Where 's proud Mizentius now And that fierce courage made him once so bold But he as soon as heaven he did behold And coming to himself recoverd breath Why triumph'st thou proud foe and threatenst death May I not die Therefore I fought with thee Nor made my son such articles for me One thing if vanquisht foes gain suits I crave A burial I know my people have Me in disdain their fury oh prevent And grant my son and me one monument This said his throat receive th' expected blow And on his arms his soul in blood did flow THE ELEVENTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE ARGUMENT Mizentius trophey Pallas funerals Cessation made The King a councel cals Diomed's answer Venulus relates Drances and Turnus loud in hot debates Aeneas gives the City an alarm The King his Councel leaves and Latines arm Camilla's story Troops of horse maintain A doubtfull fight the bold Virago slain The Trojans flying Rutilie persue Turnus inform'd straight from his ambush drew Aeneas takes the passage then march'd down To th' open plain and lies before the town MEan while Aurora from the sea ascends Aeneas although care t'interre his friends The time requir'd much for their death dismaid Early his vows to heaven a conquerour paid A mighty oke depriv'd of bowes he plac d Upon a hill and with bright armour grac d The spoils of King Mizentius to be A trophie mighty God of war to thee His plumes bedewd with blood and broken lance And breast plate twelve times pierc'd he did advance Then to his friends triumphing for a guard They made about him he himself declar'd Most valiant Trojans the great work is done What now remains but that all feare we shun The proud Kings spoils here our first offering stands Mizentius now serves under our commands Next for Latinus walls let us prepare And boldly arm nor doubt the chance of war Lest for their stay any plead ignorance When first the Gods shall please we will advance Our standard and our army forth shall lead Nor for base fear let none excuses plead Mean while let 's beare our friends unto the grave The only honour which the dead can have Go those brave souls with solemn rites attend Whose blood for us hath purchased this land Put first on Pallas mournful obsequies wait And bear him to his fathers woful seat Whom from sweet life a cruel death did call Wanting no valour to sad funerall Weeping he said and to the herse he bends Where old Acetes Pallas corps attends Who when Evanders squire much honour won But not so happy waiting on his son Round him his servants and the Trojans were And Ilian dames sad with dishevel'd hair But when Aeneas enter'd a huge cry Beating their breasts they raise unto the sky And the whole court with loud complaining fild Soon as he had dear Pallas corps beheld And the wide wound upon his lovely breast With many tears his grief he thus exprest Brave youth when better fortune came did she For very spight deprive us straight of thee Lest thou shouldst see our conquest and return Unto thy fathers Court in triumph born I to Evander no such promise made At my departure when with mighty aid He me dismist and fearful did foresh ew We should incounter with a dangerous foe But now perhaps glad hope his mind doth raise And vows he makes with frequent sacrifice Whilst to the dead who 's not indebted now To any God vain honour we allow These are the promis'd triumphs thou shalt see Perform'd by us thy sons sad obsequie Thus I discharge my trust But no base wound Shall by Evander on his corps be found Nor shall he wish his life at honours cost What strength hath Latium and Ascanius lost This said to raise the sad corps he commands And sends a thousand chosen from the bands Who should attend his last solemnitie And with Evanders tears their sorrow Vie And to a mourning father comfort be Though small yet gratefull in great miserie Some busie joyning verdant Arbuts were And deck with oken leaves the stately Bier Then the sad hearse with boughs and branches shade Where on green rushes the brave youth they laid Such the pase Daffadill or Violet Pluck'd by a Virgins hand whose beauty yet And form remains though from the stalk now rent Their mother earth affords no nourishment The Prince two robes of gold and purple brought Which with her own hand beauteous Dido wrought And to Aeneas did present of old And mixt the curious web with purest gold Which for a hearse-cloth on the corps he laid Then with a vail his comely hair did shade And with Laurentian spoils did him adorn Bids what he won in order to be born And horse and arms were taken from the foe Then those to shades a sacrifice must go Quenching the cruell flame with luke-warm blood Their hands behind them bound prepared stood Next bids prime Captains hostile arms to bear And names of slaughter'd foes upon their spear They old Acetes led with grief opprest Tearing his hair beating his wofull breast Who falling down on th' earth extended lay They chariots stain'd with Rutile gore convay Ethon his horse in mourning next took place And weeping with great tears blubber'd his face This bore his lance and that his shining crest For Turnus being Couquerour spoil'd the rest The Trojans follow and the Tyrrhen Peers And sad Arcadians trailing of their spears Next all the mourners march'd in order on Then spake Aeneas with a heavy grone Now we must others mourn in battel fel Dear Pallas now eternally farewel For evermore adieu Nor more he said But to the wals of the high City made When from Latinus some were sent to treat With olive vail'd a breathing space to get That he would please the bodies of the slain Which now in heaps lay scatter'd on the plain They might interre for with the vanquished Should no contention be nor with the dead And those once stil'd his friends he now would spare Their suits which not to be rejected were Aeneas grants and did their fears asswage Sirs what strange fortune forc'd you to engage In such a war and us your friends to shun Seek you a peace for those in fight orethrown I 'de rather grant it unto them remain Nor had I come but that the fates ordain These seats for me nor had with you made war Your King left us for Turnus did declare 'T were fitter Turnus should in single fight Try't out himself if he would put to flight The Trojan bands and give the war an end Let him with me then hand to hand contend And let whom God and 's right hand favour live Go and your haplesse friends due funerals give Aeneas said whilst they stood all amaz'd And with deep silence on each other gaz'd Old Drances then who bore eternal spleen ' Gainst valiant Turnus did at last begin O Trojan great by fame greater by wars How
Ausonian lands Nor can the Trojans blood-lesse victory boast They have their funerals and as many lost Why then at first so poorly lose we ground And tremble ere we hear the trumpet sound The various work of time and many days Often affairs from worse to better raise Fortune reviewing those she hath cast down Sporting restores again unto their crown Will not Aetolians give their aid to us Messapus will and rich Tolumnius And prime Commanders many more will send Nor small fame on Laurentian Lords attend Camilla of the noble Volscean line Leads troops of horse who all in armour shine If me to fight the Trojan doth command And I alone the common good withstand So far from me victory not took her flight I should refuse for such a prize to fight I 'le meet him had he great Achilles charms And let him have like him Vulcanian arms To you great King this life I Turnus now Second to none of my great fathers vow Aeneas cals me forth that he may call Is my desire nor Drances rather shall Whether it be the wrath of deities Appease by death or glory win the prize Whilst these hard questions thus debared were With differing votes the Trojan Prince drew near Which to the Court a speedy messenger brought And with strange terror the whole city fraught All are distracted but the vulgar rage Whom no small Provocations did ingage Arme arme they cry the youth are mad for Arms The old men silent mourn here there alarms With factious tumults mix'd ascend the sky As when by chance a flock of sea-fowl flie To lofty groves or when loud swans do go Sounding through murmuring lakes to pleasant Poe. On this occasion Sirs then Turnus sayes Call counsels yes and Peace thus sitting praise Whilst they the town invade Nor more he spoke But streight the hall and lofty Courts forsook Volusus draw forth now thy Voscean force And dear Messapus let thy Rutile horse Joyn'd with thy brothers march to th' open plain Let some make good the gates and towrs maintain Those in my conduct forth with me shall go Straight to the wals the towns whole forces flow The king his councell and designe forsook And vex't with stirs for better times did look Blaming himself that he did not declare The Trojan Prince his son and make his heir Some trench the gates these Pallisado round For war loud trumpets bloody signals sound Women and children to the wals are sent All must assist in this great exigent When bearing gifts the sad Queen with a train Of matrons went to Pallas lofty fane Next her the virgin fair Lavinia goes Those eyes dejected had procur'd such woes The matrons enter and the quire perfume And with sad voices from high portals come Pallas arm'd virgin Patronesse of war O break thy self the Phrygian Pirats spear Most warlike maid tumble him to the ground And near our gates give him his deadly wound Whilst Turnus for the battel arms in haste And rough with brazen scales straight on he brac'd Rut ilian arms and golden cuishes tide His head unarm'd a sword girds to his side Shining in gold then quits the lofty towres And in his hope the enemy devoures So when a horse flies out in broken reins And stables left enjoyes the open plains Either through meads he seeks a stud of mares Or to accustom'd watering repairs Wanton his head erected loud he neighs His mane upon his neck and shoulder plays Camilla meets him with her Volscean force And bravely in the gates leaps from her horse Then all the squadrons imitate the maid And quit their steeds Bold Turnus then she said If any confidence of the valiant be To charge the foe I dare and promise thee Alone the Tyrrhen horsmen to defie Grant that I first may charge the enemy Let your force guard the walls Then Turnus said Fixing his eye upon the valiant maid Bold Virgin glory of Ausonia These great obligements how shall I repay But now since all the danger of the war Thy soul contemns with me the honour share Aenaeas as fame tels and scouts inform Through th'plains light-horse hath sent to give th' alarm Whilst from the rocks and mountains he comes down With the main body to assault the town An ambush in the woods I have design'd And in the passe the hedges strongly lin'd Messapus shall and Tyburt march with thee And to thy care shall the whole conduct be Messapus and the other Leaders so Encouraged they march against the so There is a winding vale for feats of war And ambush fit the dark sides sheltred are With a thick wood where leads a narrow path Through a strait passe and dangerous entrance hath Above the valley in the mountains heights Lay unfrequented plains and safe retreats If on the right or left thou wouldst come on Or guard the top and huge stones tumble down Mean while Diana from superior seats Swift Opis cals one of her virgin mates And sacred train and thus her grief declares The maid Camilla goes to cruel wars And with our arms she girds her self in vain More dear to us then any of our train Nor new acquaintance takes me with her love Which doth the mind with sudden sweetnesse move Metabus drove from 's realm by force and hate When he Privernus left his antient seat Scaping through fierce alarms of cruel war With him the infant did companion bear And from her mothers name the change but small Casmilla did the child Camilla call Her in his lap he seeks the highest parts Of desert woods opprest with cruel darts Which from each side came from the Volscean ranks When Amasenus had oreflown his banks And with a huge showre swelling hindred him He careful of his charge prepar'd to swim Delaid with her dear love all means revolves And suddenly at last on this resolves The warriour then in his strong hand did beare Of solid oke a huge and knotty speare His daughter swadling up in cork-tree rinds Fast to the middle of his lance he binds Then poising it in 's large hand thus he praid Great Queen of forrests blest Latonian maid To thee the father doth this handmaid vow Bearing thy arms through skies a suppliant now To scape the foe Goddesse receive thy own Which to th' inconstant winds is left alone Thus having said with mighty strength he flung The sounding spear the swelling billows rung And poor Camilla the wing'd javelin bore Ore the swift stream safe to the other shore But Metabus as th' enemy drew neer Swam ore the river pulling with the spear The maid ' Diana's Votresse from the shore Nor dwelt he in wall'd towns or cities more Displeas'd with vulgar rage and popular strife But in high mountains led a shepherds life Where in dark caves and groves the child he fed And with the milk of wild mares fostered Draining betwixt her prety lips the teat When she her tender feet to ground could set He loads her hand with a sharp
charge and sterne Onytes too Of th' Echion name whom dame Peridia bore Brother from Lycia sent and Phoebus shore And young Menaetes who in vain denide To go to wars neer fishy Lernas side He had his craft and house wealth was unknown Whose father â—il'd a countrey not his own As fires are kindled in contrary ways Amongst dry woods and sprigs of crackling bays Or when with rapid course from mountains steep Sound foamy streams and hurry to the deep And both alike make devastations large So stout Aeneas and bold Turnus charge Their rage now boyls and breasts unconquer'd bleed With their whole strength to slaughter they proceed Muranus here boasting the antient name Of Grandsires who from Latine Princes came He with a stone orethrew and on the Plains Measur'd his length whom falne and lost his reins The wheels ran ore thick blows swift heels afford Of horses now unmindfull of their lord Turnus meets Ilus mainly raging now And casts his javelin at his golden brow Quite through the helme it fixed in his brain Nor could thy valour thee protection gain Bold Graecian Creteus from fierce Turnus ods Nor from Aeneas charge could his own Gods Cupentus save his breast to th sword must yield Nor to the wretch avail'd his brazen shield Thee Aeolus Laurentian fields saw dead And the large Champaigne thy broad shoulders spread Whom not the Argive squadrons could destroy Nor sterne Achilles who subverted Troy Here was thy place for death from Ida come Laurentian fields thy body must intombe Latins and Trojans now are all ingag'd Mnestheus Serestus and Messapus rag'd Well mounted on bravely Asylas brings Up Tuscane bands and the Arcadian wings They battell joyne and strive with all their might No reserve left there was a cruell fight The most fair mother of Aeneas here Puts in his mind to th'wals he should draw neer And straight with 's Army to the city go Which sudden should the Latins overthrow He as he Turnus sought through all the bands Bending each way saw how Laurentum stands From so much troubles safe in quiet rest A shape of greater war inflames his breast Mnestheus Sergestus and Serestus stout Plac'd on a mount he cals where round about Trojans might flock nor shields or spears they laid Aside whilst thus from rising ground he said What I command obey this Jove decrees Nor slow move for the suddain enterprise This town and city cause of all this war Unlesse they yield and say they vanquish'd are I will destroy and levell with the ground Their smoking spires till Turnus will be found Must I expect whilst he is pleas'd to fight Vanquish'd again must I attending wait Of all our woes this is the head and spring Sue then for peace with slames and fire-bands bring This said they cheerfull into order fall And in a body draw unto the wall Straight scaling ladders were and fire prepar'd Some to the gates advance and kill the guard Others all heaven with shafts and javelins cloud Aeneas first raising his hand allowd Latinus blames cals heaven to witnes then He is compel'd to take up arms agen They by hostility Peace had broken twice Then ' mongst the People factious stirs arise Some for the Trojans bid open the gate And that they should march through the city straight And to the out-works they their King do call Others bring arms and will defend the wall As when a swaine finds in a hollow rock A swarme of bees and fils the place with smoke Disturb'd they flie about their waxen seat And with a mighty noise their anger whet Smoke scales their roofs within sad murmurs rise And pitchy fumes advance unto the skies When to the fainting Latins chanc'd a woe Which the whole city did with grief oreflow As the Queen saw the foe draw neer the wall The gates beset fire on the roofs to fall Nor Turnus nigh the city to maintain Hopelesse she thought in fight the Prince was slain Struck dead with woe I am the cause she cries I I the spring of all these miseries Thus raving she her bitter grief exprest And desperate she rends her purple vest Then on a beam a knot for base death knit Soon as the wofull Latins heard of it But first Lavinia tore her golden hair And rosie cheeks they all in uprore were And the whole palace rung with dismall cries Hence the sad fame through the whole city flies Their hearts now fail'd amaz'd Latinus went And regal weeds at his wives fortune rent Then for his ruin'd town opprest with woes Foul dust upon his silver hair he throwes Himself much blaming cause he did refuse And for his son did not Aeneas chuse Mean while the warriour Turnus did a few Poor straglers to the farthest plains pursue And by degrees now slower and slower he rides And lesse and lesse in his swift horses prides Hither to him the wind strange terror bears With clamours mix'd and to his listning ears The cities confus'd noise and cries had blown Ah what misfortune now disturbs the town Why from Laurentum come such sounds This said Distracted in his mind a while he staid His sister who Metiscus shape had got His charioteer and drove his chariot To him then spake The Trojans there pursue Where victory opens now a way to you Others there are that will defend the town Aeneas drives th' Italians up and down Thundring in arms let us like slaughters make Amongst the Trojans nor the field forsake Since thou in strength and valour equal art Then Turnus said Sister long since I knew thee when by charms Thou brok'st the league and tookst thy selt up arms Now Goddesse thou deceiv'st in vain but who From heaven to suffer thus commanded you Cam'st thou to see thy brothers cruel death What safety else can fortune now bequeath Did not these eyes behold Muranus when He call'd to me aloud and call'd agen Then whom to me alas was dearer none The brave man fell by a great wound orethrown And haplesse Vfens dy'd lest he should see Our foul disgrace his arms and body be The Trojans prize Shall I here tamely stay Till they destroy the town Is that the way Nor shall this arm Drances confute shall I Retreat and shall this land see Turnus fly Is death so hard You spirits that dwell below Oh send me aid since heaven's declar'd my foe To you my spotlesle soul not knowing t' offend Worthy my predecessors shall descend Scarce said when Sages through the foe did come His horse behold all over in a fome In 's head an arrow sticking post he came Requiring aid of Turnus by his name Great Prince in thee is our last hopes allow Some aid to us Aeneas thunders now In arms about our gates and threatens he Will now destroy the towres of Italie And ready with destruction fire-brands flie About the roofs The Latines fix their eye Only on thee all 's lost if thou not aid Nor will Latinus longer be delaid Whom to call son