and fierce Autololians fled With Bands of Rhodanus their Hair unshorn 'Mong the Prophetick Sands of Hammon born Secure of Fate there Nabis fiercely fought And mighty Trophies as if then he thought The Gods protected him to fix at Home Had vainly promis'd From the Tyrian Loom Flaming with Garamantick Gems a Vest He wears so shine the Stars in Heav'n his Crest With Gems with radiant Gold his Shield enchac't On 's horned Cask the hanging Fillets cast A sacred Dread and Honour of the Gods A Bowe and Quiver which with Shafts he loads In Cerasts steep'd hang at his Back and so With Poison Arm'd to Battle doth he go Then leaning backward on his Horse as he His Country's Custom us'd upon his Knee Resting the Weight of his Sarmatick Spear It prone upon his Foes he thrusts and there With that vast weapon through his Arms and through His Body wounded in the Consul's view Sabellus with loud Shouts he bears along In Triumph praising Hammon in his Song But the old Consul who so great a Pride And Rage in Barb'rous Breasts could not abide A Weapon lanc'd and both his Life and Prey A Conqu'rour from the Conqu'rour took away Hearing the Cries of his sad Fall amain The Libyan Prince came on and from the Plain As Arabus was then about to take His Spoils made Stiff with Gold and Gems at 's Back A Weapon aim'd and through the Chine him strook Just as in both his Hands in Haste he took His Prize and left his trembling Body bare He fell and all the Sacred Garments there And golden Threads restor'd unhappy to The Dead and dy'd upon his spoiled Fo. But Canthus Owner of much Libyan Sand Where their Unconquer'd Name unto the Land The fam'd (n) The Cyrenenses and Carthaginians contended for Bounds between their two Cities separated by a vast Sandy Plain After many sharp Conflicts it was agreed that on a certain Day two from each City should set out at a certain hour and where they met that Place should be their Bounds The Phileni were two Carthaginian Brothers who got much Ground by their Speed of the Cyrenenses who cavilling that they came out before their time it was at length agreed that if the Phileni would be content to be buried alive where they met that Place should be their Bounds To which they consented and to their Memory besides other Honours at Home the Carthaginians built Altars on the Place Philêni gave Wealthy in Sheep Kill'd Rutulus where lofty Folds did keep A thousand bleating Lambs spending his Days In easy Care Sometimes the Sun 's hot Rays He from his Flocks would break in some cool Flood Sometimes retiring to a shady Wood Shining as white as Snow their Fleeces shear'd Or when at Night they Home again repair'd From Pasture was much pleas'd to see the Lambs Within the Flood distinguishing their Dams Deceiv'd He fell through his brass Target strook And griev'd too late that he his Folds forsook At this the Romanes forward press'd and came More Furious on Like Torrents Storm or Flame Of Thunder swift as Waves from Boreas fly Or hollow Clouds run on when to the Sky Eurus throws up the Ocean's briny Flood Tall Cohorts with their Celtick Ensigns stood I' th' Van which with their wedg-like Files their fierce Impulse and sudden Force they soon disperse And try'd with Wandring and the scorching Sun And tedious Labours they had undergon A native Terrour makes them all to fly The Romanes at their Backs their Weapons ply And with their following Shafts so instant are That they no Flight allow Strait Tyrus there Fell with one Wound By more fell Rhodanus With Arrows pierc'd A Lance thrust Morius Down to the Earth Whom Livy that full speed Came on as he was falling strook and 's Steed Into the Troops as they were flying spur'd There Mosa's swelling Neck he with his Sword Cut off his Head within his Helmet bound Falling so high shook with its Weight the Ground While the yet-setting Trunk his Steed convey'd Frighted into the Fight Here Cato said For he among the thickest fought If He Had first the Tyrian Youth oppos'd when We In Battel lost the Alps alass how great An Hand from Italy had found Retreat How many Funerals to Libyans slain Might the sad Suffrage of that Fatal Plain Have giv'n But now the Armies 'gan to yield An universal Terrour through the Field The Celtae's Fear had spread The Tyrian Side Declines and Victory her selfe apply'd To the Rutulian Arms. The Consul high As in his prime of Years Triumphantly Went on and still more great appear'd to all But now behold the Libyan General Comes on and with him brings a Troop all White With Dust and lancing Darts exclaims Your Flight Forbear who is this Fo from whom you fly Do you not blush Our Troops are routed by An old Man's Feeble Arms. Am I I pray Now grown Degenerate in War or say Are Ye grown Weary of Me Me who am Of Belus Race ally'd to Dido's Name Amilcar was my Sire in War to all To be preferr'd my Brother Hannibal To whom the Hills Lakes Plains and Rivers yield I am the next to Him at Carthage held Me Baetis in her Coasts and Nations where My Arms have been do ev'n with Him compare As this he spake He rush'd into the Fight And soon as with his shining Arms in Sight The Consul came too hastily at Him A Jav'lin threw which passing through the Brim Of 's brasen Shield and at the Top of all His Breast-plate entring lightly in its Fall His Shoulder wounded drawing little Blood Although the Libyan thought it would make good His vain Conceits The Romanes were dismai'd At this When thus the Consul to upbraid His weak Attempt You might believe that in Some Womens Broils or Boys he scratch'd had been Cries Go my Lads and let them understand How great the Wounds are that a Romane Hand Inflicts Then suddenly a mighty Show'r Of Darts whose Shadow hides the Sun they pour Upon the Fo and all the spacious Plain Alternate Slaughter strews with Bodies slain Whose Heaps encreasing in the River joyn'd The Banks So when Diana hath a Minde To hunt in shady Groves and Sport to shew To her pleas'd Mother and the Woody Brow Of lofty Pindus shakes or takes a View Of Maenalus with Arrows charg'd a Crew Of Nymphs about her flock and strait surround The Pathless Cop'ces There the Quivers sound And loosely hanging all the Shafts drawn out Leap at their Backs while still they beat about The Fields Then on the Rocks in Coverts in The Vallies Rivers and the Dens still Green With Moss the Slaughter'd Beasts in Plenty ly Then on some Mountain with a joyful Eye The Prey collected pleas'd Latona views But furious Nero when he heard the News Of Livy's Wound breaks through the thickest and Perceiving that the Fight did Equal stand What now unto the Fates of Italy Is left said He If you this Enemy Do not or'ecome
the Obedience of the Carthaginians in which Art Hannibal no less excelled as appeared not onely at his first entrance on his â—ommand which gained him the ready Obedience of that vast Army led by him into Italy but among the Gauls and Italy it self And for this he himself commends Pyrrhuâ— at that Interview with Scipio at the Court of Antiochus as an eminent Virtue in him Vide Liv. lib. 35. Arts He makes his Party now with Arms subverts Decrees of Senate now with Bribes appears The first to walk on Foot the first that bears A part if haste require a Trench to make The first that all Attempts would undertake Remiss in nothing that to Honour tends Refuseth nature Rest and watchfull spends The night in Arms. Now by his Cassock known Mix'd with the Libyssaean Foot lies down On th' Earth contending with the Steel he wore In Hardness sometimes he 'd Advance before His num'rous Troops and with a valiant Hand Perform in Person what he did Command Sometimes on his bare Head he 'd entertain The Ruins of the Heav'ns their Storms and Rain The Tyrians saw th' Asturians did admire To see when Iove did dart his forked Fire When Thunder fell in Storms and every Blast Of Wind struck forth the Flames how bold he past Through all on 's snorting Steed nor would retire Though clog'd with Dust and scorch'd with Sirius fire And when the sultry Air did frie with Heat That parch'd the Earth they seem'd Effeminate Who sought a Shade while He to exercise His Thirst where er'e he sees a Fountain flies His sole Delight 's to dress a furious Horse For War and to be famous for the Force Of 's killing Arm to swim a Stream unknown Or'e Ecchoing Rocks t' assail the Foe upon The adverse Bank The first that would ascend To scale a Wall and when he did contend In open Fight where er'e his Sword did go It carried Death and Streams of Blood did flow Being therefore now resolv'd to violate The Sacred League he urgeth on his Fate And where he can on Rome's Allies doth fall And storms in farthest Lands the Capitol His waving Ensigns first displaiâ—d for love Of greater Wars against (m) Alteia Hermandica Arbacaia and some other Provinces of Spain had before felt the Fury of the Carthaginians but Sagunthus was the first Confederate City with the Romanes that was Attaqued by them It is now called Mor-viedro Scituate upon the River Iberus or Ebro about a mile from the Sea great onely in its Fame of this memorable Siege Sagunthus move The Walls first built by Hercules not far From Sea upon a rising Hill appear Whose noble Name Zacynthus there by Fate Entomb'd upon the Top did consecrate He among others of Alcides Train Return'd to Thebes the fam'd Gerion (n) Three Brothers that Reigned in Spain with such admirable Unanimity that all seemed to be Governed by one Mind which gave Birth to this Fable They were subdued by Hercules slain Three Souls that Monster did inform three pair Of Hands his Head a triple Neck did bear Earth ne'r beheld another could survive One Death to whom the Fates three Lives did give Yet here the Conqu'rour shew'd his Spoils and as In Heat of day the Captive Heards did pass Unto the Springs a Serpent kick'd by chance Big with enflaming Poison did advance His tumid Jaws and by a deadly Wound Lay'd the Inachian dead on Spanish Ground About that time an exil'd Colonie Born in an Island of the Grecian Sea Came from the South and by Zacynthus there To Ithaca's Dominions added were The Daunian Youth wanting a dwelling then Rich in their Numbers led by Valiant men Sent from a City which we Ardea term Arrivâ—d their weak Beginnings to confirm These by Agreement with the Romane State Having their Liberties inviolate And Honour of their Ancestours forsook What they had long endur'd the Tyrian Yoak Against these therefore his incensed Bands Breaking the League fierce Hannibal commands Disturbs their Peace with Arms. Shaking his Head Himself high-mounted on his panting Steed Surveys the Walls and when he had beheld The trembling Houses Summons them to yield Their Gates and Forts tells them That Italie Their Leagueâ— and hop'd-for Aids far distant be Nor should his Mercy meet them if subdu'de By Arms That all the Senate could conclude Their Laws and Statutes nay their Gods and Faith Were now within his Power And what he saith Confirms by 's Javelin thrown against the Walls Which on Caïcus vainly threat'ning falls And through his Arms his Body pierc'd He slain And tumbling from the Rampart brings again To the insulting Conquerour his Dart Reeking in Blood and trembling in his Heart The rest th' Example of the General With Shouts pursue and streight obscure the Wall With a dark Cloud of Darts Nor was their clear Valour in Number lost each man doth bear Himself against the foremost as if he Alone would undertake the Enemie Here one the Sling with frequent Jerks doth ply Which waved thrice about his Head le ts flie A Weapon with the Winds which in the Air Is lost to sight Huge Stones another there Flings from his sinewy Arm this doth advance And from the slippery nouse expells a Lance. But Hannibal before all other rich In 's Father's Arms now flings with flaming Pitch A smoaking Lamp then hurls his Javelin now With Stakes and Stones doth press upon the Foe Or poison'd Arrows sends and doth applaud Insulting as they flie his Quiver's fraud Such Shafts the Daci on the Getique Coast Steep'd in the Poison of their Countrie boast And by the Banks of two-nam'd (o) It being also called Danubius by the Scythians by reason of an unfortunate Expedition they once made over it Eustath in Dion Ister shoot But now it is decreed and they about The Hill their horned Bulwarks raise and round The City armed Towers do abound Oh Faith by antient Times ador'd which now On Earth we onely by thy Name do know The Valiant Youth resolved stand and see All hope of Flight cut off their Walls to be Begirt with Arms yet think a noble Death Most worthy Rome And that Sagunthus Faith By them preserv'd she might more Glorious fall Then stand they now more resolutely all Their Strength collect Then from contracted Strings Stones of vast Bulk the Phocaean (p) The Balista was a kinde of Sling invented saith Pliny lib. 7. cap. 36. by the Phoenicians wherewith they cast Stones Spears Darts c. and is here called Phocaean for that the Sagunthines were descended of the Thebans in whose Territory was Phoâ—â—s Engine slings Or changing weight whole Trees with Iron bound Ejects that breaking through the Ranks confound A Shout both Armies raise and furious come To Blows as if they had besieged Rome Among so many thousands that did stand Circled in Arms like Corn on fertile Land Bold Hannibal desirous to enspire Into his Armie's minds that furious Fire Was lodg'd in his own
Lib. 21. De Civit cap. 3. in Cappadocia but they allow them not so long lived as our Authour by four years However both the Winds and Mares if ever they had this Virtue have long since lost it generative Winde Makes them conceive and propagate their Kind But they are not long-liv'd their Age doth haste And th' seventh Year is commonly the Last But Susana whose Walls Sarmatians rear'd On Horses not so light in Arms appear'd These Strong and full of Mettle to the Bit Or their fierce Master's Will do scarce submit Them Rindacus commands with crooked Spears They fight and ev'ry Crested Helmet bears The frightfull Jaws of Beasts Themselves they give To Hunting and by Theft and Rapine live But above all Parnassian Castâ—lo With noble Ensigns shines and Hispal who Assaulted daily by Alternate Tides Renown'd against the Ocean firm abides Near these familiar with Lyaeus Rites Nebrissa where the Satyrs their Delights Enjoy by Night and cloath'd i' th' Panther's Skin There Maenades their Mysteries begin Carteia too to Heighten hese Alarms The Nephews of great (s) Argonthonius was King of that part of Spain where stood Cartâ—ia and Tartessos upon the River Baetis whose healthful Soil is extolled both by Pliny lib. 7. cap. 4. and Strabo lib. 3. Those neither allow him above half that Age ascribed to him by the Poet. Argonthonius Arms A Warlike King whoâ—e Life the Age surpast Of Men and thrice ten times ten years did lastt Tartessos too was there which still surveys The Steeds of Phoebus diving in the Seas Then fatal (t) Where Caesar besieged the two Sons of Pompey the one whereof was slain there in Fight and the other fled The Slaughter of the Romanes there was so great that Caesar made a Counter-Mure in an Attaque of thirty thousand Carkases Munda that as deep a Stain Of Romane Blood as the Aemathian Plain Did after bear and Corduba the Grace Of the Gold-bearing Land the War embrace These Phorcis with long yellow Tresses crown'd And fierce Aranthicus in Arms renown'd Led from their Native Countrey to engage In Libya's Quarrel both of Equal Age Born upon Bethe's Banks whose horned Brows Were overshadow'd with fat Olive-Boughs These the Sidonian Captain through the Field Clouded with Dust commanded and beheld Muster'd in Arms and in what Place soe're All His bright Ensigns could at once appear He drew them up in Triumph all along Cov'ring the Ground with Shadows of the Throng As when descending through the Liquid Plain To visit farthest Tethys in the Main Where weary Phoebus rests the God of Seas His Chariot drives the blew Nereides Rush from their Caves and each contending swims Displaying in perspicuous Waves their Limbs But Hannibal disturbing the Repose O' th' World to th' Top of high Pyrene goes (u) That vast Ridg of Hills that divides Spain from France Pyrene whose rough Brows the Clouds enfold From far the Rich Iberi doth behold Divided from the Celtae and still stands A firm Divorce between those mighty Lands The Hills their Name from a Bebrician Maid Did first derive and by the Crime 't is said Of Hercules a Guest when by the Fate Of those his Labours rais'd by Iuno's Hate Triple Geryon's Land he did invade And then in Bebrix cruel Palace made Lyaeus Vassal he Pyrene left Her Form bewailing now by him bereft Of her Virginity and if we may Believ 't of her unhappy Death they say That God was Cause that God who in her Womb Began to swell For She her dearest Home Frighted forsook and with an awfull Dread Her Father's Ire as from a Serpent fled Wandring in desart Caves Alcides Night She did Lament and all his Vows recite And Promises unto the Shady Groves Till thus bewailing his ingratefull Loves And lifting up her Hands t' implore his Aid She to the salvage Beasts a Prey was made But when at length the God return'd again With Spoils a Conquerour Gerion slain Her mangled Limbs with Tears he did bewail And when he saw her Face with Rage grew Pale The lofty Hills struck with his God-like Voice Appear to shake when with a mournfull Noise He on Pyrene calls and under Ground The Dens of Beasts and all the Rocks resound Pyrene's Name then sadly he prepares Her Sepulchre Embalming her with Tears Nor can the Teeth of Time destroy her Fame The Hills retaining her lamented Name Now or'e the Airy Mountains and through vast Condensed Woods bold Hannibal had past The Bounds of Bebrix and by 's armed Hand His Way through the inhospitable Land Of Volsians breaks untill His Army stood Upon the Banks of that (*) Rhodanus unruly Flood Which from the Alps and Snowy Rocks descends Upon the Celtae and himself extends Into a swelling Stream that makes his Way O're Land with a large Current to the Sea To its great Force mix'd Arar adds that seems To stand so slow his Pace with silent Streams Which Rhodanus once seising bears away In restless Billows and without Delay Drowns in the Main and forceth it disclaim Near to its Native Shore its Countrie 's Name But now the Hostile River all invade While some upon their Heads and Shoulders lai'd Their Arms and breaking through the Torrent strive Which on the adverse Bank shall first arrive To Skifs that late were Trees their Steeds they binde And Waft them o're nor do they leave behinde The Elephants whose Fears awhile withstood For covering with mighty Beams the Flood So much by them abhorr'd and ev'ry Plank With solid Earth o're-spreading from the Bank The Beasts descend whom to the other side Swimming as on the Ground they gently guid The River frighted with so vast a Weight Of the fierce Herd the threatning Billows strait From 's Sandy Bottom turns and all his Springs Le ts loose and to his Aid with Murmurs brings Now the Tricassian Coast the Army gains And fertile Fields now through Vocuntian Plains They move where swift Druentia troubled rolls Huge Stones and Trunks of Trees and so controlls Their pleasant March for from the Alps it springs And thence with roaring Waves devolving brings Eradicated Trees and Quarries torn From hollow Rocks at the Creation born Then deviating his fallacious Streams Turns from their Course and is not what he seems The Fords deceitfull are to Foot unstable The Chanel to small Barks innavigable But then encreas'd by fall of sudden Storms O'rewhelms a Multitude of Men with Arms Surcharg'd who sinking in the foaming Waves Dismembred in the Bottom finde their Graves But now all Memory of Labours pass'd And Fears the Aâ—ps so near in View displac'd All Parts with Frost and undissolving Hail Are cov'red and Eternally prevail To keep their aged Ice the lofty Brow O' th' airy Hills is bound about with Snow Which opposite to Phoebus rising Beams Will know no Dissolution by his Flames As far as the Tartarean Abyss Of that pale Kingdom where the Dwelling is Of mournfull Ghosts and Stygian Waters are Removed
behold Of a choice Ram the Leader of the rest O' th Wealthy Flock from its inspired Breast Answers to the Marmarick People sung Then out of Earth this Wood thus Shady sprung And Groves of aged Oaks that now the Skies Do seem to touch and such at first did rise By antient Favour keeping as before Their Po'wr and we with Altars warm adore While I these things with Admiration view Struck with a Noise of Terrour open flew The Temple-Doors and strait a greater Light Our Eyes beheld The Priest array'd in White Before the Holy Altars did appear The People all contending to go near Then I as I was order'd having pray'd Behold the God doth suddenly invade The Prophet and through all the Ecchoing Grove Grave Murmurs from the trembling Beams do move And now a Voice more loud then usual through The yielding Air doth break For Latium you Intend said he and to infest with War The Issue of Assaricus prepare I see what warlike Libya intends And now the cruel God of War ascends His Chariot and his furious Steeds expire Towards th' Hesperian Coast a gloomy Fire While Blood upon their Reins doth largely flow But thou who dost desire Events to know Of Battels and th'Extremities of Fate Couragiously attempting Toyls so Great (h) The Plains in Apulia called by the name of Diomed near Canna where Hannibal gave that Memorable Overthrow to the Romanes Th' Aetolian Captain's Iapygian Field Invade encrease of Honour thou shalt yield To thy Sidonian Fathers after Thee Into the Bowels of rich Italy No Conquerour shall further penetrate Till by thy Hand subdu'de the Dardan State Shall tremble and their Youth ne're quit their Fears While Hannibal alive on Earth appears These Oracles brought Bostar and Desires Of present Battel into all inspires The End of the Third Book Hic Puer ut patrio defixum Corporâ— Telum Conspexit rapta duris ex Ossibus Hasta Innixum Cervice ferens humeroque Parentem Emicat attonitae tanta ad Spectacula Turbae Tela tenent c Memoriae Illustriss mâ— Celsissimaeque Arausionensium c. Filiae Caroli Regis natu Maximae Tabula Religiose Dominae Dom nae Mariae Principissae Primi Magnae Britt Fra et Hibern Consecrata SILIUS ITALICUS OF The Second Punick VVar. The Fourth Book THE ARGUMENT The People's Fears when Hannibal had past The Alpine Hils the Senate's Care and Haste T' oppose His Progress On Ticinus Shore The Armies meet What Auguries before The Fight begun foretold the Libyans Stay In Italy the Romanes lose the Day Scipio in Fight 's relieved by his Son Then but a Boy The Romanes marching on To Trebia their Arms with Gracchus join And lose a second Day The Apennine When Hannibal had with His Army crost In Cold and Moorish Grounds an Eye He lost His Son demanded for a Sacrifice To Saturn by the Senate He denies And promiseth hereafter to make good Those Rites again with Noble Romane Blood NOW Fame Ausonia's frighted Cities fills With Rumours That the Cloud-encompass'd Hills And Rocks that threatned Heaven the War imbrac'd That now the Carthaginians had pass'd Those pathless Waies and often doth repeat That Hannibal who seem'd to emulate Alcides Labours did the Plain possess And thus mischievous Tumults doth express Encreasing as She goes and Swifter far Then swiftest Winds with the Report of War Shakes the affrighted Tow'rs The People's Fear Apt to believe the Vainest things they hear The Rumour feeds Now all with Care and Speed Prepare for War the Noise whereof is spread Through all Ausonia must'ring Arms and Men. They whet their Piles and Rust wip'd off agen Its cruel Splendour to the Steel restore The Youth their Plumed Helmets long before Lai'd up in Peace repair their Loops they join To Darts and new from Forges Axes shine With these impenetrable Coats of Mail They form and Breast-Plates destin'd to prevail 'Gainst many Hands and frustrate strongest Blows Some carefully provide Italian Bows While others teach the panting Steeds to wheel Or trot the Round and whet on Stones their Steel Then with like Care and Speed they Stones convay To antient Walls and Castles whose Decay Was wrought by Time in these their Magazin Of Arms they make and speedily begin With Bars of Oak their Trenches and their Gates To fortifie while Fear precipitates All that they Act and doth in chief Command Some in the Desert Fields amazed stand Others their Houshold-Gods and Home forsake And frighted on their trembling Shoulders take Their feeble Parents whose weak Thread of Life Was almost spent One drives before his Wife With Locks dishevel'd dragging a little Son That in each Hand unequally doth run Thus do the People vent their Fears nor scan The Cause or whence those Rumours first began The Senate though these bold Beginnings fill'd Their Hearts with Terrour and they now beheld Ev'n in the Heart of Italy a War To which the Alps and pathless Rocks from far Seem'd to descend oppose a valiant Mind Against Adversity resolv'd to finde Honour in Dangers and by Valour raise A Name so great of such Immortal Praise As Fortune never did before bestow Or to the best Successes would allow But now his Troops chill'd with a long Excess Of Cold and Tyr'd doth Hannibal Caress In safe Retreats and to their joyfull Eyes Shews through rich Fields their Way and Rome their Prize Yet He omits not to pursue the Cares Of War and still consulting his Affairs He onely takes no Rest. As when of old Ausonia's happy Territory bold And Warlike Nations fiercely did invade And by their Valour to the World were made A Terrour the Tarpeian Thunderer And Captiv'd Romanes felt a cruel War (a) Soon as Hannibal had passed the Pyrenaean-Hills the Gauls thuogh it was Rumoured that the War was intended against Italy hearing how He had subjugated Spain betook themselves to their Arms resolved to oppose him but upon Treaty at His Camp near Illiberis now Salsas the petty-Kings won by His large Bribes to His Party gave free Passage to His Army by their City Ruscino now Roussilon in Gascony whereupon the Boii mortal Enemies to the Romanes immediatly revolted from their Obedience and wiâ—â— Him invaded Italy See Livy lib. 21. While He endeavours with his Gifts the vain And wav'ring Nations to his Side to gain And join in Arms the Consul Scipio from (*) Marseillus in Provence Massilia by Sea returning Home Arrived suddenly upon the Shore And these great Captains that had try'd before The sev'ral Labours of the Sea and Land Now in the Plain more near to Danger stand And joyn their Fates while a most dismal Hour Approach'd For when the Consul with His Power Came to the Camp and Fortune all Delay Had lai'd aside the Troops no longer Stay Endure but all incensed with Desire Of Fight the Fo in view the Sign require The Tyrian Captain then to animate His num'rous Army doth aloud relate His glorious Conquests in th' Iberian War
of unconquer'd Hearts They shew'd when as their Breasts were fill'd with Darts On either Side as Furious they engage They Frequent fell nor would their Eager Rage Allow them Time to Spoil or Thoughts of Prey Which their Desire of Slaughter takes away The Consul while within the Camp the Fo The Wound of Mago kept now Darts doth throw Then us'd his Sword and mounted on his Horse Through Myriads of Men his Way doth force Sometimes afoot before the Eagles goes While Blood the fatal Valley overflows With num'rous Streams and th' hollow Rocks and Hills The Noise of Horse and Arms with Eccho fills Marmarick Othrys in the Field among The rest advanc'd to fight His Body strong Above all humane Strength the very Sight Of his Gigantick Members turn'd to Flight The trembling Wings his Shoulders largely spread Above both Armies rais'd his lofty Head Rude like an Horse's Mane his Tresses hung Upon his lowring Brows his Beard as long O're shadowing his Mouth his squallid Breast The horrid Bristles of a Boar exprest Scarce any dare look on him or come near To fight him Like a Monster ev'ry where He rangeth through the Field from Danger free Till turning his fierce Looks on those that flee A Cretan Arrow mounting to the Skies With silent Wings in one of 's glaring Eyes Doth falling fix and turneth him aside From the Pursuit Which when the Consul spy'd He lanceth at his Back as he retreats Towards the Camp a Dart that penetrates Breaking his naked Ribs his Body through And in his bristled Breast the Head doth shew To draw it forth with Hast he labours where The fatal shining Point did first appear Till the Blood largely flowing to the Ground He fell and crush'd the Weapon in the Wound His last Breath waving through the Field doth rear The Dust and heaves a Cloud into the Air. In the mean time a diff'rent War the Hills The Woods and Cliffs with various Slaughter fills The Rocks and Thorns as dy'd with Blood appear The Cause of their Destruction and their Fear Sychaeus was who at a Distance slew Murranus with a Lance then whom none knew In time of Peace more sweetly with his Quill To touch Orphaean Nerves or had more Skill In a vast Wood he fell and ev'n in Death Look'd for the Aequanian Hills where first his Breath He drew in Wine most fertile and for fair Surentum where the Zephyrs purge the Air. To his sad Fate conqu'ring Sychaeus joyn'd Another's Fall and in that new sad Kind Of cruel Fight rejoyc'd For while into The Wood Tauranus rashly did pursue The stragling Fo too far engag'd as he Secur'd his Back against an aged Tree From Blows and vainly his Companions calls With his last Breath he by Sychaeus falls And piercing through his Body in the Wood Behind him fix'd the Tyrian Jav'lin stood But what did You unto your selves prepare What Anger of the Gods What sad Despair Your Minds possess'd Who quitting Fight did fly To Arms of Trees for your Security Fear in distress'd Affairs adviseth still The worst and whensoe're th' Event is ill It argues want of Courage In the Wood It 's Branches to the Skies extending stood An aged Tree which high above the rest Into the highest Clouds aspiring prest Its shady Head and had it stood within An open Field as it a Grove had been To a most large extent the dark'ned Ground Had cover'd with its Shade Near that they found An Oak which there through many Ages grown Endeavour'd to the Stars its mossie Crown To raise and from its spreading Trunk did fill The Arms with Leaves and shadow'd all the Hill Hither the Cohorts sent from Sicily Not daring to prevent their Infamy By Death and yielding up their Minds to Fear Contend with Speed to fly and climbing there The Wav'ring Boughs with their uncertain Weight Oppress'd and all contending to be at The safest Place some shaken from their Stand Fall to the Ground by rotten Branches and The aged Tree deceiv'd some Trembling hung Still on the Top among the Darts were flung Against them by the Fo untill resolv'd That in one Ruin all should be involv'd At once Sychaeus lai'd his Shield aside His Weapons chang'd and strait an Ax imploy'd Late sharp'ned for the Fight With him the rest Hasten the Work and all the Tree invest Which now through frequent Blows declining cracks Aloud and as the weakned Body shakes Th' unhappy Troop upon it to and fro Are tott'ring toss'd So when the Zephyrs blow Upon an antient Grove the Birds that there On the weak Tops of Trees their Nests prepare Are toss'd and made the Sport of ev'ry Blast O'recome with many Blows the Oak at last Their most unhappy Sanctuary doth fall And in its spacious Ruin crush'd them all Then doth another Face of Death appear That Tree that to their Slaughter was so near Shines and is seis'd by active Flames among The Leaves and Branches dry and growing strong Vulcan his Globes of furious Fire doth turn To ev'ry Side and highest Boughs doth burn Nor do the Libyans cease their Darts to cast While Bodies half-consum'd by Fire imbrac'd The burning Arms and with them groaning fell But amidst this Destruction sad to tell The incens'd Consul came and busied all His Thoughts on Rage and fierce Sychaeus fall The Danger of so great an Enemy Prompts the brave Youth his Fate again to try With 's Lance which lightly on the brazen brim Of 's Shield he plac'd thereby to hinder him To pass through that Defence the Consul loath To trust the Fortune of Sychaeus Death To missile Weapons with his Sword advanc'd And maugre his thick Shield so deeply lanc'd His Side he fell expiring to the Ground Upon his Face Death entring at the Wound With Stygian Cold through ev'ry Part doth creep His Eyes composing to Eternal Sleep While thus the God of War himself applies To Enterchanges of sad Tragedies Mago and Hannibal the Camp forsake And in their speedy March their Ensigns take Along most eager to repair the Time That they were absent by a greater Crime Of Blood and Slaughter with their furious Pace The Troops advancing raise in ev'ry Place Thick Clouds of Dust like Whirlwinds to the Skies And with the Sand the Field doth seem to rise And wheresoe're the Gen'ral bends his Course Like a strong Tempest with impetuous Force Through the vast Air it swells and highest Hills Covers with horrid Darkness Here he kills Valiant Fontanus wounded in the Thigh There pierc'd quite though the Throat stout Bucca by His Spear was slain the Point through th' Wound appears In 's Neck behind (k) A City where he was born Fregella him with Tears Bewail'd renowned for 's antient Descent Th' other his fair (l) A City in Campania Anagnia did lament Like Fate Levinus thee befell although Thou didst not choose the Tyrian King thy Fo But with Hiremon who then led the light Autololes contend'st in single Fight Whom wounded
Serranus a Renowned Name thy Son Great Regulus whose lasting Fame shall run Along with Time to tell all Ages how With the perfidious Carthaginians Thou Thy Faith didst keep in the first glorious State Of 's Youth had enter'd with his Father's Fate The Punick War and now sore wounded from The Fight to his sad Mother and dear Home Alone return'd no Company to ease His smarting wounds but thus through devious waies Supported by his broken Lance while Night Gave him Protection he a silent Flight Towards thy Plains Perusa takes and there To a small Cottage weary doth repair Resolv'd to try his Fate and knock's at Door Marus who to his Father long before A Souldier of no mean Esteem had been Leaps quickly from his Bed to let him in And borrowing Light from the few Coals that lay Upon the Hearth lifts it up to survey His Face which strait he knows and saw sad Sight Those cruel Wounds were giv'n him in the Fight His fainting Steps supported by his Spear The Rumour of this Loss before his Ear Had struck What Wickdness is this said he Oh! born to bear too much Calamity That I now see Thee greatest Captain I Beheld when ev'n in thy Captivity Thy Looks affrighted Carthage and thy Fall Which We the Guilt and Crime of Iove may call Gave me so deep a Wound that from my Heart Not Libya's Ruin can remove the Smart But Oh! where are Ye now Ye Gods again Himself great Regulus offers to be Slain And perjur'd Carthage now Oh Grief to see This rising Branch of that great Family Hath quite Alass destroy'd Thus having said The fainting Youth upon his Bed he lai'd Nor was he ignorant for he in War That Skill had learn'd fit Med'cines to prepare And first with Water purg'd his Wounds then Juicâ— Of Herbs of healing Virtue doth infuse Then binds them up and with a tender Hand Swaths on the Bolsters with a gentle Band. Thus having giv'n him Ease 't was his next Care T' allay his tedious Thirst and to repair His Strength with frugal Diet this in Haste Perform'd kinde Sleep its Benefits at last Apply'd and gave his Body gentle Rest. But e're the Day again did gild the East Marus as if he 'd cast off Age again Was ready to allay the burning Pain That then return'd with Med'cines try'd before And piously doth Nat'ral Warmth restore But here the Youth lifting up to the Skies With Sighs and frequent Groans his weeping Eyes Said Oh Immortal Iove if yet thy Hate To the Tarpeian Rock Quirinus State Hath not condemn'd with a more kinde Aspect On Italie's distress'd Affairs reflect Our Iliads of Woes behold for we The Alps have lost and our Adversity No Limits finds Ticinus and the Po Swoln high with Romane Slaughter overflow And Trebia's by Sidonian Trophies known With that sad Land that Annus did renown But why do I complain of this Alass Our present Miseries the rest surpass I saw thy Waters Thrasimenus swell With slaughter'd Men. Flaminius when he fell Amidst the Weapons I beheld and all The Shades below my Gods to witness call That by a Death worthy my Father I With Slaughter of my Foes then sought to dy Had not hard Fates as they my dearest Sire Refus'd deny'd a Death to my Desire Thus bitterly complaining to divert The Rest old Marus speaks Most noble Heart Whatever be our Lot or whatsoe're Our Fortune it like Romanes let us bear Through various Chances such by the Decree Of Heav'n the Wheel of our Mortality In a steep Path doth swiftly run Of this Thy Family a great Example is And fam'd through all the World That Divine He Thy Noble Father whom no Deity Excells 'mong all Eternal Honour gain'd For that he did Adversity withstand Nor shrunk from any Virtue till his Breath Was from his struggling Body forc'd by Death I hardly was a Youth when Down began On Regulus his Cheeks to sign him Man Yet then I his Companion was and We Our Years still pass'd with kinde Society Untill the angry Gods decreed that Light Of the Italian Nation should quite Extinguish'd be within whose Noble Breast Faith kept her Temple and his Soul possest That Sword an Ensign of great Honour He As a Reward of Magnanimity On Me bestow'd and Reins you see with Dust And Smoak now cover'd o're but yet no Rust Their Brightness stains such Gifts as these prefer Marus to any Romane Cavalier But above all my Honours I must prize That (b) By this Relique Marus signified the old Religion of the Latines who had in great Veneration the Spears or other Arms of antient Heroes For as Arnobius lib. 6. Contra Gentes affirms the Romanes formerly adored a Spear instead of Mars Spear to which I often Sacrifice Streams of Lyaeus Blood as here you see 'T is worth your Time to know the History Slow Bragada plows up the thirsty Sand With troubled Waves in all the Libyan Land No Flood more largely doth it self extend Or Swelling doth its Waters farther send O're all the Fields As thither We withdrew In search of Springs of which that Land but few Affords upon the Banks We joyfull sate Hard by the Stygian Grove that did dilate T'exclude the Day its Shadow ev'ry where And a thick Vapour breaking through the Air Expir'd a noisom Smell within was found A dire and spacious Cave that under Ground With many Labyrinths did winding run And ever Dark had ne're beheld the Sun The very Thoughts of it my Soul invades With Fear That fatal Bank and Stygian Shades A most pernicious Monster by the Rage Of Earth produc'd whose Equal in no Age Was seen inhabited a Snake of Strength Prodigious and an hundred Ells in Length His immense Paunch surcharg'd with Poison kill'd Upon the River's Banks or Lyons fill'd Or Heards that scorched by the furious Heat Of the Sun's Rays did thither make Retreat Or Birds that by his pestilential Breath Attracted from the Skies there found their Death Bones half-devour'd upon the Ground were spread And thus when he had plentifully fed On divers Prey within his Noisom Den He belching lay and when the Fire agen Of Thirst was kindled from his fervent Food He came to quench it in the Neighb'ring Flood And foaming Waves and e're half-way within The Water his vast Bulk had drenched been His Head upon the adverse Bank would ly Not thinking of so great a Monster I With Havens and Aquinus forward go T' explore the Silence of the Place and know The Wood when Horrour seiz'd as we drew near Our Joynts and all our Limbs congealed were With a most strange unusual Cold and yet We enter and the Nymphs and Gods intreat O' th' Flood unknown to favour what we do And thus though full of Fear presume to go Into the secret Wood when from the Mouth And Entrance of the Den as from the South Raging with furious Storms a Stygian Blaâ—t Broke forth and o're the Flood the Tempest cast Mix'd
Dictatour Souldiers is away Go on and bravely use this fighting Day Behold the Gods now to your Wishes yield Off'ring a Battel in an open Field And since this Opportunity is gain'd Your Weapons cleanse that have so long been stain With Rust and satisfie your Swords with Blood This Fabius observing as he stood Viewing the Champagn Ground And Thou Alass Oh Rome did'st sadly Learn what Fabius was In so great Danger this rash Boy said he Now my Colleague in Arms shall punish'd be As he deserves that through so blind and mad A Vote with so much Danger durst invade Our Fasces Peevish Tribes how slipp'ry are Your Pulpits see with what vain men the Bar And Forum 's throng'd Now let the Offices Of War by them be equall'd and Decrees Ordain the Sun to yield unto the Night Their Weakness the rash Errour of this Fight Shall quickly rue and all the Wrongs which they Upon our common Parent bring this Day With that he shook his Spear and as a Flood Of Tears gush'd from his Eyes with Tyrian Blood Said he my Son these sad Complaints must be Suppress'd by Thee Shall I endure to see A Citizen destroy'd before my Face And these our Troops Or while I am in place Permit the Libyan conquer If my Heart Were such they 'd seem less Guilty that did part And equal us but this my Son believe And from thy aged Sire as Truth receive To be incens'd against our Countrey is A Sin so great that none to the Abyss Of Hell can with a fowler Crime descend This our Fore-Fathers did to us commend And thus how good how great exil'd from home And banish'd long did'st thou Camillus come Into the Capitol How many there By thy condemned Hand then slaughter'd were Had not thy Thoughts been calm or had thy Minde At all to Anger or Revenge inclin'd Aeneas Throne had chang'd its Place and thou Great Rome hadst not upon thy Hills as now Stood Head of all the World Therefore my Son Let all Displeasure for my Sake be gone Let 's hast to aid them with our Social Arms. With that the Trumpet 's intermix'd Alarms Sound through the Camp and all with such a Force Rush on they bruise each other in their Course First the Dictatour all Things that withstand His Speed the Gates and Bars with his own Hand O'returns and to the Battel breaks his Way With such a Fury Winds contend at Sea When Boreas sally's from th' Odrysian Coast And with like Rage by Africus is crost The Sea 's distracted and to sev'ral Shores Each drives the Billows while the Tempest roars And the whole Ocean wheresoe're it goes Obeys now here now there with furious Throws So much of Honour could not rise from all Phoenicia subdu'd or Byrsa's Fall As this great Injury which first did spring From private Envy did of Glory bring To the Dictatour For by 's Conduct there At once He all those Difficulties Fear Envy and Passion with malicious Fame And Hannibal and Fortune overcame When Hannibal perceiv'd them run amain Down from the lofty Camp into the Plain His Courage trembled and with Sighs soon all His former Hopes of their Destruction fall For He the Romanes had encompass'd round With num'rous Bands not doubting to confound Them so enclos'd by Darts that on them fall On ev'ry side And then their General Already griev'd for that unhappy Fight The Stygian Waters and eternal Night Had entred in his Thoughts with sad Despair Asham'd to hope that Fabius would be there To his Assistance But two valiant Wings Circling the Battel the Dictatour brings To His Relief and then encompassing The Libyan Army with a larger Ring Their utmost Troops behinde invests and those That late besieg'd the Romanes doth enclose Alcides made him Higher rise in Fight And to appear much Greater to their Sight His lofty Crest 't was strange ejecting Rays In active Vigour soon it self displaies Through all his Members while He Jav'lins throws And storms with Clouds of wounding Darts his Foes Such before he was Old in Prime of all His years in War the (q) Nestor Pylian General Appear'd Then rushing on he Turis sent To Hell and stout Malêo confident To Cope with any who was known to Fame And by his Spear had gain'd himself a Name Then Butes Maris Arses Garadus Long-hair'd Adherbes and conspicuous For Height 'bove both the Armies Tylis dies Who on the highest Fortress could surprize The Battlements These at a Distance all With Darts but Saph'arus and Monesus fall By 's Sword with them Morînus as he sounds To Fight with his shrill Brass he deadly wounds On the Right Cheek and by the dying Blast Expell'd the Blood quite through the Trumpet past From 's wounded Jaws Idmon the next to him Who us'd o're Nafamonian Sands to swim Dy'd by his Lance for slipping where he stood Upon a Place o'reflown with reaking Blood Endeav'ring to recover's Feet again And shun that slipp'ry Place Fabius amain Upon him spurs his Horse and to the Ground Nails him with 's Spear which left within the Wound Though trembling with his Motion firmely held His Carcass down and fix'd it to the Field Honour's Example likewise fires the Minde Of Sylla Crassus and Metellus joyn'd With Fannius and Torquatus strong in Fight Above the rest all these in Fabius Sight Engage amid'st their Foes But here in hast Retiring to avoid a Stone was cast Against him Bibulus unhappy on An Heap of slaughter'd Friends fell backward down And where his Brigandine was gaping wide Unhasp'd by frequent Blows quite through his Side A Weapon's point that in a Body stuck By Chance upright into his Bowels struck Sad Fate hee 'd ' scap'd Marmarick Troops and all The Garamantian Darts that he might fall By a neglected Lance that was not thrown With an intent to wound him Breathless down He tumbled horrid Paleness strait involv'd His youthfull beauteous Face and Life dissolv'd Through all his Limbs his Arms hang loose and Sleep With Stygian Darkness through his Eys doth creep From Tyrian Sydon sprang of Cadmus Race Excited by his Nephews Cleadas Came to the War and proud of the Command Among his Aids a brave Eöan Band Of Archers led rich Gems all over deck His golden Cask and Chains about his Neck Such when late wash'd and from the Ocean rais'd The (r) Lucifer Usher of the Morn by Venus prais'd Contends with other Stars In Purple He His Horse in Purple all his Company In Tyrian Purple shin'd He as he wheel'd His Steed to th' Right and Left about the Field Deluding Brutus eager of the Fight That by his Hand a Name so famous might Extinguish'd be an Arrow Parthian-like Backward le ts flie nor doth it vainly strike But in his Armour-Bearer Casca's Chin It sticks and penetrating deeply in The Point obliquely wounding upward struck To his moist Pallet and within it stuck But Brutus troubled at his Friend 's sad Fate Him that so oft
shall be left to the Dispose Of the unequal Gods While his Complaints Distracted thus he vents his Father faints Through loss of Blood and into empty Air His Life resolves the Youth with sad Despair Then lifting to the Stars his Eys Thou Moon Who art sole Witness of what I have done By this polluted Hand who by thy Light Did'st guid my fatal Jav'lin in its Flight Into my Father's Body these mine Eys And cursed Sight said He while in the Skies Thou reign'st no more shall thee contaminate With that his Sword his Breast doth penetrate Yet he endeavour'd to sustain the Wound Till the Blood largely-flowing on the Ground His Father's last Commands he thus did write Upon his Target VARRO SHUN THE FIGHT Then on his Jav'lin's Point his Shield he hung And himself dying on his Father flung The Gods these Omens of the following Fight To the Ausonians gave and as the Night Conscious of all this Wickedness gave way Her Shades retiring to the rising Day The Carthaginian Captain citeth all His Troops to Arms the Romane General The like performs and such a Day as in No Age before for Libya doth begin You need no Words said Hannibal t' excite Your Courage or provoke you to the Fight But we have come from the Herculean Bounds With Conquest to these IaÌ„pygian Grounds We stout Sagunthus have destroy'd to Us The Alps gave way and proud Eridanus The chief of Rivers in Italian Ground Flows in a captive Chanel Trebia's drown'd In Humane Blood Flaminius who was flain By Us a Burthen to the Tyrrhen Plain Lyes buried there and all the Fields are fill'd With Romane Bones and since were never till'd But now behold a Day more bright then all These Titles and which to our Wishes shall Afford more Blood This Fight 's Renown to Me A true Reward and Great enough shall be All other things your Conquest shall become And without Chance of Lots whatever Rome Hath hither from the rich Iberian Coast Brought as her Spoil or what She else can boast In her (d) Sicilian Aetnaean Triumphs or what more Sh' hath basely ravish'd from the Libyan Shore Your Swords shall gain and you shall carry Home All that to your Victorious Hands shall come Nothing of their vast Wealth will I as due To Me your General demand for You Hath the Dardanian Spoiler plunder'd all The conquer'd World so long Whoe're can call Himself a Native Tyrian or can claim From his Original a Sarrane Name If him the fair Laurentine Land which now Sigaean Swains your future Slaves do Plow Delight or rather the Buxentian Fields Where Corn an hundred-Fold the Goddess yield I 'le give him Choice of Lands and add to them These Banks which Tyber with his conquer'd Stream Doth largely water But then whosoe're My dear Companions doth now appear In Arms and brings from Byrsa's farthest Land As an Ally his Aids if He his Hand Stain'd with Ausonian Blood shall shew to Me He shall a Citizen of Carthage be Nor let Garganus or this Daunian Land Deceive you at the very Walls you stand Of Rome though far that Citie 's lofty Site Be distant from this Place where we shall fight Here shall She fall this Day and henceforth I Shall need no more your Valour to employ In War my Souldiers but from hence You shall Directly march into the Capitol This said their Works and Rampires down they throw And over all Delays of Trenches go While he the Place well view'd in order'd Ranks Draws up his Troops upon the winding Banks The Barb'rous Nasamonian Bands were plac't In the left Wing and the Marmarick vast Of Body the fierce Moors and Macians Massilian Troops and Garamantians With them the Adrimachides that give Themselves to War and love by it to live Then all those People that inhabit on The Banks of Nile and from the scorching Sun Shelter their Tawny Bodies These their Head And chief Commander stout Nealces led But the right Wing did valiant Mago guide Plac'd where swift Aufidus doth wandring glide By winding Banks with crooked Streams and there The Active Troops of rough Pyrene were And with confused Murmurs fill'd the Shore There shin'd the Warlike Youths that Targets bore Before the rest Cantabrians appear And Gascoins that no Helmets use to wear With Betick Troops and him that fighting flings His flying Lead from Balearick Slings But the main Battel Hannibal Commands Which with His Father's old Victorious Bands He strengthens and Blood-thirsty Celtae who Their Troops oft muster on the Banks of Po. But where his Course the River turn'd away So that the Files unflank'd and Open lay His Libyan Elephants in Order stood Their dusky Backs all charg'd with Tow'rs of Wood Which when they forward march'd up to the Skies Like Battlements or moving Walls did rise But the Numidian Horse were left to Scout On ev'ry Side and scour the Field throughout While he new Force to his incensed Men Inspireth and Insaâ—â—able agen Exhorting fires their Thoughts by boasting He A present Witness to each Man would be And ev'ry Person by his Actions know And what Right-Hand a singing Dart did throw Now from their Works the Legions Varro drew From whence the Rise of their Destruction grew While joyfull Charon busily made Room In his pale River for the Souls to come The Van affrighted at the Signs of Blood Upon the hanging Shield like Statues stood Fix'd at the Omen Near to that a Face Of Dread two Bodies dead in their Embrace The fatal Wound within his Father's Breast With his Right-Hand the Son to hide it prest At this they wept and then Alass too late Lament Mancînus in his Brother's Fate Then the sad Augury and Looks alike In the dead Bodies a fresh Sorrow strike At length their Errour 's Guilt and Fates to be Lamented and the Arms that bid them flee The Battel to their General they show His Thoughts now all a fire To Paulus go With these said He for him whose Fears now stand In his unmanly Breast that guilty Hand May move which stain'd with cruel Slaughter when The Furies Punishment demanded then Perhaps with 's Father's Blood this Charm did write This said with Threats his Orders for the Fight Through all the Army run with Speed and where Nealces led his Barb'rous Nations there Himself with Marsians Samnites and with those The Iapygians sent He doth oppose (e) The Poet agreeth with Livy in the Nomination of the Commanders of the Romane Army But Polybius adds Marcus Attilius to be joyned with Servilius in the command of the Battalion and affirms Hanno instead of Maharbal to lead the right Wing of Hannibal's Army But in the Middle of the Field where he Perceiv'd the Libyan General to be Against him he Servilius commands To lead the Vmbrian and Picenian Bands Paulus the right Wing led and beside these T' attend the Plots of nimble Nomades Scipio a party took with Charge where e're He spy'd their Troops within
Land Are due Him rather seek whose Pious Hand Now the first Walls of better Troy doth rear In the Laurentine Fields Go thither there That captiv'd Relique of their Fathers lay Troubled at this advice He hasts away To Saturn's Kingdom where Anchises (e) Aeneas Son A Conqu'rer then (f) Lavinium built by Aeneas and so called from his Wife Lavinia Lavinian Troy begun (g) It was a Custom antiently after a War ended or a Country subdued to hang the Arms in their Temples or before they were built in Groves where they raised their Altars And 's Dardan Arms in a Laurentine Grove Had fix'd But as the Daunian Fleet did move Near Tiber's mouth and Diomedes there On Shore had pitch'd his shining Tents with Fear The Trojans trembled till in his Right-hand A Pledg of Peace extending to the Land An hoary Olive-bough Tydaeus Son Amidst the Trojans Murmurs thus begun Thy mindeful Rage Aeneas and thy Fear Now confidently lay aside whate're At Troy at Simöis or Xanthus Flood Or near the Scaean Port with so much Blood And Sweat by Us was done was not Alass Our Crime the Gods and Fate it brought to pass Now think on what remains why do not We With better Auspicies of Time agree To live Let 's joyn our peaceful Hands This shall Be Witness of our League and shew'd withall Trojan Minerva from the Poop By Her Fell the Bold (h) After the Gauls had sacked Rome and besieged the Capitol Camillus came upon them from Ardea whither he had been banished with a small Army in the very Interim when they were weighing the Gold which was to ransom those in the Capitol and made so great a slaughter of them that there remained not so much as a Messenger to carry the Tidings of their destruction into Gallia See Liv. lib. 5. Gauls that Rome invaded nor Of that Great People did there One remain That to his Native Land return'd again Dismai'd at this the General his Bands Much joy'd that they should March away Commands To pull their Ensigns up and to remove Into those Fertile Plains where in a Grove Wealthy (i) The Religion of this place where Iuno Feronia was Worshipped sprung from a Miracle for the Grove by accident being fir'd the Inhabitanâ—s would have removed her Image when streight the Grove recovered its former Verdure There was afterwards a Temple whither such Slaves as were enfranchized repaired and their Heads being shaved received a Câ—p the token of their Liberty hence she was called The Goddess of Liberty This Temple enriched by Devotion was spoiled by Hannibal See Liv. lib. 26. Feronia's Worshipp'd and o're all The Grounds Capêna's Sacred Waters fall From Birth of Antient Faunus as 't is said Through a long Tract of time together lay'd Great Wealth by frequent Gifts encreas'd and there Alone preserv'd by a religious Fear The Gold untouch'd for many Ages lay Their barb'rous Hearts and greedy Minds the Prey Pollutes and arms them to contemn the Gods From thence it pleas'd him through remoter Rodes To turn where Fields Plough'd by the Brutian Swain Extended are to the Trinacrian Main While Discontented thus the Libyans go To th' Rhegian Coast Brave Fulvius the Fo Remov'd from 's Country at the Walls appears Of Capua and to the Besieged bears Th' unwelcom News Their Miseries were than Extreamly high when Fulvius thus began To all of Name in Arms Take this Disgrace Away by Valour Shall this Treach'rous Place To Us another Carthage after all Her violated Leagues and Hannibal Sent to our very Gates Her proud Demand Of an alternate equal Consul stand And from her lofty Turrets now dismai'd Still look for Libyan Cohorts to her Aid Deeds to his Words he adds and streight he calls For Tow'rs of Oak 〈…〉 the highest Walls He could surmount and instantly commands To joyn huge Beams with Cords and Iron Bands By which the tallest Posts of Gates He brake And all Delays of Bars would quickly shake Here fenc'd with Starlike Piles on ev'ry Side A Mount is rais'd and there they are imploy'd To raise the (k) This Work was by the Romanes called Vinea and covered over with Timber Hurdles â—raw Hides c. the Souldiers went under it securely to undermine Walls Vinea arm'd above and all Soon done which he could Necessary call He gives the Sign to scale the Walls and fills The Town with Terrour of impending Ills When suddenly an happy Omen shin'd On His Attempts an Hinde which rare We finde Of such a Colour that the Swans or Snow Surpass'd in Whiteness which when with his Plow Capys the Circuit of those Walls design'd A Countrey-Present taken with its Kinde Familiarity when Young he fed And a kinde Sense of Man had in it bred All Wildness lost She us'd to take her Stand To feed at Table by her Master's Hand When stroak'd much pleas'd oft the Campanian Dames Smooth'd her with Combs and in the Neighb'ring streams Renew'd her Whiteness thus the Hind became The Deity o' th' Place and had for Name Diana's Servant and as to a God With holy Ensigns they the Altars load Lusty and strong in Life though Aged She A thousand Years with great Felicity Had past and Houses built by Trojans there Equal'd in Age but not her Death was near For chac'd by cruel Wolves that suddenly Into the Town a dolefull Prodigie In War by Night had enter'd as the Day Began to break out at the Gates away She ran and frighted fled into the Plain Near to the Walls where by the Souldiers ta'ne Who joyfully contended in the Chase To Thee Latonian Goddess on the Place The General off'ring her for unto Thee He knew that Sacrifice must pleasing be Pray'd His Design might by thine Aid be crown'd And strait relying on the Goddess round The City mov'd his Troops and where into An Orb the Walls were bent obliquely drew A strongly-guarded Trench and kept them there Inclos'd with Arms like Beasts in Toils While Fear Increas'd in others with a stately Plume Out at the Ports doth Warlike Taurea come Chafing His foaming Steed to Him for brave Exploits Maurusian Shafts the General gave But lately and an Autololian Band He spurring on his Steed which scorn'd to stand Hearing the trembling Cornets when so near He came that He perciev'd the Fo might hear His Neighb'ring Call said Claudius who i' th' Art Of War excell'd and Honour with Desert In many a Fight had gain'd if yet upon His Valour He rely may He alone Enter the Field and fight with Me. What stay'd The Romane when 't was heard what He had said Was that it was Ordain'd before on Pain Of Death that none should dare to entertain A single Fight without the General 's Leave But soon as Fulvius His Permission gave Into the open Plain with Joy he flies And strait thick Clouds of Dust like Billows rise But scorning all Assistance of the Thong Or Loop to make His Weapon fly more strong
Man contends to mount his eager Steed Marcellus when he saw his Son among The rest put on his Arms and in the Throng Joyful and Brisk Thou dost appear more Great Said He then Me by thy admired Heat May this thy early Labour Happy be Such as at Syracusa once I Thee Beheld before thine Age would Thee allow As fit for War engaging with a Brow Like mine Oh! hither come my Glory stand Close to thy Father's side and by my Hand Learn a new Way of Fighting Then he lay'd His Arms about his Neck and briefly pray'd Grant from the Libyan Gen'ral Oh! thou King Of Gods that on these Shoulders I may bring Opimous Spoils to Thee As here he ends From the clear Sky a bloody Dew descends And Iove the Fatal Drops had sprinkled on His then succesless Arms. Scarce had he done His Speech when through the Straits advancing up The Fatal Mountain strait a nimble Troop Of Nomades upon them fly and pour Their Darts as thick as an Etherial Show'r While from their secret Ambush they supply'd The Fight with armed Troops On ev'ry side When Valour found her self thus close beset And nothing now remaining as a Debt Unto the Gods He onely sought to go With a great Name unto the Shades below Then at a distance his contorted Spear With all his Force he throws now fights more near At Hand with 's Sword and had escap'd perchance That cruel Storm of Danger if a Lance Had not transfix'd the Body of his Son But then alass the Father's Hands begun To shake and weak through Sorrow loosely bare His hapless Arms untill an obvious Spear Pierc'd through his naked Breast by which sad Wound He falls his Face imprinting on the Ground When Hannibal perceiv'd amidst the Fight The Fatal Lance within his Bosom light Aloud he crys now Carthage cease to fear The Romane Laws the Name of Terrour here Lyes prostrate and the (y) Though in the time of Marcellus there were in Rome many Eminent Captains yet none did exceed him in Conduct Strength or Courage For which his Fortune made him particularly Renowned having fought many single Combats and in all been a Conquerour Plutarch observes that he was called Marcellus quasi Martialis as most excelling Warriour Hannibal so much honoured him for his Valour that he burned his Body after the Romane Manner and sent his Ashes to Rome Column of their State But that brave Hand so like mine own of late Shall not obscurely to the Shades be sent True Valour 's void of Envy Strait they went About to build his Pyle which to the Skies By mighty Oaks brought from the Woods doth rise You might believe the Libyan General Had dy'd then Incense Cates his Shield withall And Fasces his last Pomp are brought and while With his own Hand the Taper to the Pyle The Prince applies Eternal Praise said He We have acquir'd For of Marcellus We Have Italy depriv'd Perhaps they may At length now lay down Arms. Go then and pay To that great Soul and to his Dust all Dues Of Funeral I never will refuse Thee this O Rome that thou the Sepulcher Of one whose Valour made him Great in War With Titles may'st adorn and lasting Fame Among Rutulian Nephews crown his Name Such is your other Consul's Fate whose Steed Him breathless to your Camp convey'd with Speed Such then Affairs did in Ausonia stand But not the same in the Iberian Land Was the Event of Arms. The quick Surprize And Conquest of New-Carthage terrifies The Nations round about The Gen'rals there Unless they joyn with Social Aids despair Of Safety since Young Scipio had fought As if He Thunder in his Arms had brought From Italy with so great Auspicies That he a fenced Town whose Height their Eys Could hardly reach as on an Hill it stood Had taken in one Day and fill'd with Blood While ev'n their Warlike Hannibal before He overthrew Sagunthus that for Store Of People and for Wealth might not appear As Equal unto that had spent a Year To his great Brother's Deeds aspiring still The next was (z) Hasdrubal Brother to Hannibal was by him left sole Governour of Spain when he began his March towards Italy with two thousand Horse twelve thousand Foot and fifty Ships Hasdrubal who on a Hill Encamp'd encompass'd with a rocky Wood. Here his chief Strength fierce Cantabrians stood Mix'd with rebellious Africans and there Then the swift Moor more swift Asturians were And with as much of Majesty did he Iberia rule as then in Italy His Brother Hannibal with Terrour liv'd It chanc'd a Tyrian Solemn Day reviv'd Their antient Honour and the Time wherein The Walls of Carthage they did first begin And a new City of small Houses rais'd His Nations Rise the General much pleas'd Thus to commemorate his Ensigns all Adorn'd with Laurel kept the Festival And th' Gods appeas'd Loose from his Shoulders hung His Brother's Gift a Mantle which among Some other Presents as a Complement Of their strict League Trinacria's Prince had sent A stately Robe among Aeölian Kings An Eagle through the Clouds with golden Wings Snatch'd up in Texture hov'ring to the Sky A Boy A spacious Cave there was hard by Which in the Purple there the Needle made The Cyclops House here Polypheme was lay'd Along and swallow'd Bodies dropping Gore Between his Deadly Jaws About him store Of broken Bones which chewing forth he threw Then for his Drink his Hand extended to Läertes (a) Vlysses Son he calls and belching up Crude Blood with Wine commix'd it in the Cup. Conspicuous in this Robe at Altars made Of Grass the Peace o' th' Gods the Tyrian pray'd When riding in amidst them all behold A Scout that Hostile Arms approach'd them told The Worship of the Gods unfinished With troubled Minds they from the Altars fled All Sacred Rites broke off all Night they lay Encamp'd But when the dewy Morn the Day First rais'd a furious Fight began and there Stout Sabbura first felt the thrilling Spear Of Scipio Both Armies seem'd to be Mov'd with the Omen The first Victim We I' th' Field Ye sacred Shades to you have slain Exclaims the Romane Gen'ral Now again Into the Fight and Slaughter Souldiers go As with best Captains you were wont to do This said they all fall on by Lena's Hand Falls Myconus Latinus Cirta and Stout Maro Thysdrus kills and Catiline Incestuous Nëalces doth disjoyn From his own Sister's Bed Then Cartulo A Libyack Prince is sent to Shades below By fierce Nasidius Thee likewise Thee Laelius thou great Renown of Italy Things scarce to be believ'd performing there Amidst the Carthaginians full of Fear Pyrene's Land beheld Nature bestow'd On him all Happy things which were allow'd By all the Gods When he was heard to plead At th' Bar not Nestor could in Speech exceed Or when the Fathers and the Court did stand In Doubt and his Opinion did demand He led the Senat 's Hearts as with a