th' sacred signes they are Next day when Sols light lamp had earth made bright They stray'd abroad about them cast their sight To see what confines cities shores these were And straight they found the river Numick there Here current Tyber there the Latines stout Anchises sonne then straight selected out Of all his troops an hundred legates vvise Their brows with olive-boughs in most grave guise Adorn'd he to the kings great palace sent And gifts unto the king for to present And for the Trojans peace to mediate With this commission forth they properate Meanwhile Aeneas meats his walls extent With shallow trenches fits its continent Most like a camp on first approached land VVith dikes forts bulwarks makes his citie stand And now those Trojan youths so farre were past That they the Latines turret spi'de at last And then their houses tops and quick they came To the town walls where they saw children game And lusty youths their prancing horses ride Some making chariots through the dust to glide Some were a shooting with their arrows swift Some slender lances brandish tosse and lift Some were a wrastling running-matches making All of their best affected sports partaking Straight to the aged king a post reports Brave strangers in strange cloaths came to his courts He straight gave charge to entertain them all Himself on 's kingly throne sat in his hall A hall most faire and large born up most high With full an hundred pillars anciently The stately palace of king Picus grave For groves and parents piety most brave Hence kings were wont their crowns and powers to take This they their temple court and hall did make Here many sacred sacrifices slain The peeres were wont constantly to remain Besides here stood rare statues carv'd in vvood In solid cedar of ancestours good Great Italus and grave Sabinus king Who first in Italie made vines to spring Old Saturn also holding in his hand A crooked sicle pourtray'd there did stand And two-fac'd Ianus at the entrie stood And other kings sprung from most royall bloud Who vvarres deep wounds did for their countrey beare And on the posts rich spoiles there hanged were And captives chariots axes us'd in warres And helmet-crests huge bolts and iron barres And shields and darts and ships foredecks most faire King Picus self for horse-breaking most rare Sate holding in 's right hand his regal rod In 's left a shield enthroniz'd like a God Whom led vvith lâ—st Circes his wife so charm'd And with her golden rod and druggs so harm'd That she into a bird transformed him And made a Jay with coloured feathers trim Latinus sitting in that sacred seat And inmost parlours of ancestours great Bad them the Trojans to him to bring in Who entred with these kinde words did begin Tell me brave Trojans for we all do know Your land and linage and heard long ago Of your sea-voyage tell me what you 'd have Or what hard straits your barks to Latium drave Whether y 'ave lost your way or weather-beaten For such like ills at sea do sea-men threaten From other parts and ports hence farre remote You safely now 'bout Latium banks do float Shun not your safegard know that Latines all Of Saturn seed were never yet in thrall To laws or leagues but voluntarily By our Gods pattern we love equity Indeed I think on 't time hath fame obscur'd And Italies old men have thus assur'd That Dardan who did from our nation spring Was first Idaean Troyes victorious king And Thracian Samo's streams did penetrate Which Samothracia now men nominate Whom now deceast from Corits Tyrrhean seat Heavens regal court starre-canopie most neat Enthroniz'd hath and made a God most great He ceast And thus Ilioneus made replie Great king whose race did rise from Faunus high No tempest fierce did force us on your land Nor ignorance of starres or unknown strand Hath us misled but vve deliberately And vvith unanime votes did all apply Our thoughts unto these parts from realms expell'd Which all that Sols broad eye beheld excell'd From Iove we sprang Iove was Troyes joyfull sire From Iove our king himself doth kin acquire Aeneas Troyes great prince us hither sent O that stern storms did cruel Graecia vent On all our Trojan fields what furious cloud Of angry fates did Europe Asia shroud I know fames trump these things hath sounded loud To utmost lands from sea the most remote And where the torrid zone as writers note By Sols intemperate heat doth much displease Our obvious world call'd the Antipodes We driven about by that vvarre-inundation Humbly desire a peacefull petty-station First for our countrey Gods a seat secure And for our selves free aire and waters pure VVe 'le to your kingdome bring no foule disgrace Nor sleightly your deserving fame abase Nor this faire fact in foule oblivion smother Nor Latines grieve that they did Trojans mother I sweare by great Aeneas destinie And by his Martiall hand who e're will trie His vertue valour or by faith or flight As many have and many do not slight This voluntarie tender of true peace Or that we our submisse desires increase Many I say to us have sought and su'de 'Twixt them and us like friendship to conclude But sacred secret fates and heavens command Hath us enforc'd to seek out thy faire land Hence Dardan sprung hither doth us invite And grave Apollo's great commands incite To Tyrrhean Tyber sacred Numicks spring And here I thee present from our great king With these small gifts of better former fate Remains reserv'd from Troyes combustive state This bowl of gold Anchises sacred us'd This Priams princely robe which still he chus'd To weare when he in councels laws wrote down A regall sceptre sacred priestly crown And royall robes the Trojan wives rare skill And thus Ilioneus ceast The king sate still With settled count'nance eyes fixt firm on ground And rowling downward full of thoughts profound Regardlesse of the gifts the robes most rare Nor did the king for Priams sceptre care So much as for his daughters nuptiall state And Faunus foretold fate to ruminate Strongly perswaded this was he should be His sonne in law sent by the fates decree From forrain parts to be his realms relâ—ef To raise a famous race and be earths chief Here at he joyfull sayes Heavens happifie Our high intents and their own augurie Thou hast brave Trojan what thou dost desire Nor do I sleight thy gifts till life expire And whiles Latinus reignes you shall enjoy A wealthie soile and fatnesse of rich Troy As for your prince himself if he desire And do our love and league so much require Let him come hither nothing feare his friend To peace in part we soon shall condescend If he your king and I kindely shake hands You therefore shew your king these our demands I have a daughter whom the whole consent Of our domestick oracles full bent And many a fearefull heaven-shown prodigie Marriage with any native prince denie
Truce made to burie both their slain Euanders grief paternall pain For his dead sonne The souldiers dead Are gather'd burn'd and buried From Diomedes message came That he these warres did quite disclaim Drances and Turnus 'twixt them chide Aeneas to Laurentum hy'de Fierce fight the day the Trojans gain Vnwares Camilla there is slain AVrora rising now the sea forsook Aeneas though especiall care he took And time for buriall of his slaughtered mates With sedulous intents he meditates Yet first like victour brave by break of day He to the Gods his Martiall votes will pay Upon a hill a mightie oak he plac'd Which lopt all o're with glistring arms he grac'd Mezentius spoiles great Mars thy trophies good And fitly fixt the crest yet dropping bloud Speares broken splinters and his corslet strong Which twelve times dig'd with darts scarce took least wrong His brazen shield to th'left hand up was tide And from his neck his ivorie sheath beside Then thus his mates for all his Martiall Peeres Had hedg'd him in he with these speeches cheeres Brave sirs our main work done avaunt base feare A rush for what remains the spoiles see here And first-fruits of our joy from that proud king Mezentius whom these hands to ground did bring Now to the King we must to Laurents wall Prepare your hearts for warre yet hope withall For good successe and let not least delay So soon as th' ensignes thence to pluck away The Gods permit and tents their youth forsake In ignorance or sloth force you to take Feare-caused counsell In the meanwhile we Our mates unburied corps interr'd will see This rite alone departed soules desire Go then sayes he and carefully enquire And search out all those worthy wights most rare Who this faire land to purchase did not spare Their deare hearts bloud for us finde them I pray And hang their hearses with last gifts most gay And first unto Euanders city sad Let princely Pallas noble corps be had Whom full of valour fatall destinie And bitter death drencht in extremitie These weeping words he spake and went his way Unto the place where Pallas body lay Watcht by Acetes old Euanders page But not by happie fate to such ripe age Admitted his sons mate His servants all About him stand mourning their masters fall The Trojan troops and Phrygian matrons faire Stood weeping as th' are wont with unbound haire But soon as e're Aeneas entred in There straight was rais'd a mightie mourning din With loud laments their breasts they often beat Whose ruthfull roares fill'd all the palace great But when he saw Pallas white face and head And th' open wound which this just sorrow bred Through which th' Italian dart dire entrance made With trickling teares these wofull words he said Ah wofull youth must lot thus lucklesse be Even then when 't smil'd to envie thee to me Lest thou our conquer'd kingdomes should'st behold And brought triumphant to thy father old I promis'd not to him these things of thee When at our parting he dismissed me With sweet embraces to an empire great And with advise did fearfully repeat What furious foes we had what people stout To fight withall And now fond hopes do flout The good old king who now sure hopes and prayes And for his childe heapt-gifts on altars layes But we esteem no gifts to th' Gods now due The dead young man we vainly ' tend and rue Unhappie old man thou with grief shalt see Thy sonne by cruell fate return'd to thee Here 's our returns of love our spoiles expected Thus thy great trust in me seems quite neglected Yet grave Euander this some joy may be Thou wilt not him by base wounds conquer'd see Nor him alive for cowardise wish dead Ah! woe is me what fence is from me fled For Italie and what a noble mate Hast thou Iülus lost by his dire fate Thus having wept he bids them beare away The woefull corps choosing without delay A thousand gallants brave from all his bands To wait upon the corps he these commands As his last honour and at hand to be With his sad father whom still as they see Shedding salt teares to yeeld him comfort sweet Although but small to so great sorrows meet Then straightway some long reeds do quickly get Some make a beere whereon the corps to set With twisted twigs and oaken sprigs most tender Whose hearse-like bended boughs thick shades do render Here the young prince high on the reeds they lay Much like a flower by damsells cropt in May Or withering hyacinth or violet sweet Not yet quite stript of sent and semblance meet Though now its mother earth affords no sap Nor yeelds such strength as hugged in her lap Then two rare robes of purple thick with gold Aeneas straight brought forth rich to behold Queen Dido's art which in her prosperous state She for him wrought with gold-twist accurate One of these robes he in most mournfull wise Puts on the prince last due to 's obsequies And therewith hides his locks for fire prepar'd And nought of all these warres rich spoiles he spar'd But heaps them on which in a long array Were born in state great horses made a prey And speares and darts all taken from their foes And many a captive chained with them goes Whose bloud in flames must sacrificed be Truncheons of broken speares commanded he His captains in their hands to beare along And on their tops to beare foes arms most strong And on them every adversaries name Then aged sad Acetes onward came Beating his breasts tearing his aged face Fal'ne faintly on the ground in piteous case Along they led chariots besmear'd with bloud Of Rutuls slain Aethoâ— his courser good His warre-horse brave came after all his train Stript of his trappings nor could he refrain To weep as on he went full flouds of teares Then one his speare and one his helmet beares The rest of 's arms the conquerour Turnus had Then followed all the troops and Trojans sad The Tuscane and Arcadian captains strong The wrong end of their speares trailing along Upon the ground Thus as in Martiall bâ—nds These gallants passe Aeneas here still stands And with a deep-fetcht sigh does to them say Deare mates warres self-same fates call us away To weep for others then my Pallas deare Rest safe for ever never to be here Re-visited for ever then adew His speech here stopt Then he his troops withdrew Unto the town and tents where soon they saw King Latines legates toward them to draw With olive-boughs adorn'd leave to intreat The scattered bodies by that battell great Slain in the fields that they might seek and have And gathered up bestow on them a grave Adding No fight ought be with conquered slain Praying his once kinde hoasts he 'd not disdain Fathers in law once call'd To whose request Aeneas kinde him flexible exprest And gives them leave adding these words beside Tell me you Latines what unworthie guide What blinde-fold
The XII Aeneids of Virgil the most renowned Laureat-Prince of Latine-Poets Translated into English deca-syllables By Iohn Vicars 1632. Are to be sold by Ni Alsop at the Angell in Popes head ally TO THE RIGHT HONOUrable and thrice noble the Lord George the Lord Ioâ—n and the Lord Bernhard Stewart sonnes of the gracious and illustrious princesse Katharine Dutches of Lenox Iohn Vicars wisheth all increase of true noblenesse and honour here and eternall happinesse in heaven hereafter RIGHT HONOURABLE THe boundlesse bond of sincere gratitude For savours multitude and magnitude My self and second doth so firmly tie To you and your illustrious familie That what I can or do or speak or write Comes short of your demerits infinite Yet that I be not totally ingrate At least at last in minde to memorate What I and mine to you and yours do owe I long have longed fitly forth to show And thus at length my hopes being happifi'de And kinde occasion caught as soon as spi'de My humble hand and thankfull heart accords To you thrice noble and illustrious Lords To dedicate and consecâ—ate as due My self my service and my all to you In this translated prince of poets rare Disrobed thus from 's Latine vestures faire Into a home-spun english gray-coat plain It s vitall warmth not worth safe to maintain Yet in its self a princely poem sweet For your true princely patronage most meet Not for my manner but its matters sake Wherein much various pleasure you may take Fully and fairely to affect and fit Your pregnant promising faire sprouting wit And cedar-like high growing noblenesse In learning vertue grace and godlinesse O as your yeares so may these in you flourish Your king t' affect the church and state to nourish So faire paire-royall of young nobles high Here to adorn in heaven to glorifie Thus from his heart best part most humbly prayes He who in him and his doth rest alwayes Your honours most humbly devoted servant JOHN VICARS TO THE COURTEOUS not curious Reader THou hast here courteous and candide reader the weak issue of my many nocturnall travells a work fitter I confesse for one of Apolloes elder bay-browed sonnes But thus you see it hath pleâ—sed Vrania to make choice of one of the meanest and most unworthie younger brethren of Parnassus In which my though poore yet painfull travell I must intreat thee kinde reader to take notice of two things touching the translation namely the motives thereunto and the manner thereof The motives whereby I first undertook this task were first the instigation and inâ—itement thereunto by a no lesse learned then loving friend Secondly and especially the common good and publick utility which I hoped might accrew to young schollars and grammaticall Tyroes The manner wherein I have aimed at these three things Perspicuity of the matter fidelity to the authour and facility or smoothnes to recreate thee my reader Now if any criticall or curious wit tax me with a Frastrà fit per plura c. and blame my not curious confinement to my authour line for line I answer and I hope this answer will satisfie the moderate and ingenuous that though peradventure I could as in my Babels Balme I have done throughout that whole translation yet in regard of the loftie majestie and gravity of this my authours stile I would not adventure so to pinch in his spirits as to make him seem to walk like a livelesse ghost But thinking on that of Horace Brevis esse laboro obscuâ—us fio I presumed yet still having an eye to the genuine sense as I was able to expatiate with poeticall liberty where necessiâ—y of matter and phrase enforced And so much the rather being backt with so good a warrant therein as the authority and direction of the foresaid auâ—hour in his Arte Poetica whose words runne thus Publica materies privati juris erit â—i Nec circa vilem patulúmque moraberis orbem Nec verbum verbo curabis reddere fidus Interpres c. If then gentle and ingenuous reader these my poore endeavours may either prodesse or delectare then give God the praise his due deserâ— my true dâ—sire But if thou canst findâ— neither of either but canst finde in thy heart to finde fault withall then I say to thee or rather Martiall in his Epigrams for me Carpere vel noli noâ—â—â—a vel ede tua Thine JOHN VICARS ⧠THE LIFE OF VIRGIL written by Tiberius Claudius Donatus as Servius in his commentarie upon Virgil relates it PUblius Virgilius Maro was as antiquity testifies born of mean parentage especially on the fathers side whose name was Maro who as some say was by profession a potter He was as many suppose at first servant to a certain wandring wizard or southsayer and by his sedulous industrie in ruâ—ick affaires husbandrie keeping of cattâ—ll working in woods and tending of bees raised up his masâ—â—rs small means to a good estate and afterwards marrying his daughter became his masters sonne in law He was born the 15. day of October in a countrey village called Andes neare Mantua in the yeare of the consulship of Cneins Pompey the great and Marcus Licinius Crastus and was a citizen of Mantua as saith Servius Mâ—urus Honoratus a learned Grammarian His mâ—ther Maâ—a being great with childe of him dreamed that she was delivered of a 〈◊〉 branch which being set in the ground grew up immediately into a great spreading tree fairely fraught with variety of fruit and frâ—grant flowers And the next day she and her husband walking into the next neighbouring countrey she stepping aside was delivered of him in a ditch It is said that being born he never cried but was of such a sweet and amiable countenance that he gave great hope of a mâ—st flourishing future condition His infancie till the age of about seven yeares was spent in Cremona From Cremâ—na he went into Millain and from thâ—nce shortly after passed over into Naples where with great induâ—â—rie and utilitie studying the Greek and Latine â—ongues he addicted himself principally and most seriously to the studie of Physick and of the Mathematicks and in both exceeded all others of his time insomuch that he planted himself in Rome where falling into fâ—miliaritie and acquaintance with the master of the horse to Augustus the emperour he cured many of his horses diseases who rewarded him with a dayly allowance of bread as to the rest of the officers of his stable Afterward the Cretonians presented to the emperour a gallant colt which in the opinion of all the beholders was like to prove a nagge of rare spirit and pace but when Virgil saw him he told the master of the horse that it was bred of a very faultie mare and would prove neither quick spirited nor nimble paced which afterward fell out so indeed Which the master of the horse relating to Augustus he commanded that Virgils allowance of bread should be dayly doubled Again certain hounds being sent as a present out
the Greeks lay lockt this opened Jade Lets out his armed intralls all 's displaid Tisander Sthenelus Vlysses sly Athamas Thoas down by ropes 'gan hie Ne'ptolemus Achilles Mach'on first Menelaus and Epeus the accurst Horse-enginer The citie they surround And set upon 't with sleep and drink all drown'd The watch they did destroy set ope the gates And thus rush in their arm'd confederates Just now were men in their first dead sleep cast Gods gratefull gift for mans most sweet repast And now behold me thought in dream I saw Before me Hector weeping whom foes draw Along in piteous plight at 's chariots tail Besmear'd as once with bloud and dust most pale Under 's wound-swelling feet his horse reins trail Ah how he lookt how chang'd from that brave Hector Which wore Achilles spoiles our States protectour Or darting Trojan-flames in Grecian barks His beard now smear'd haire glew'd with bloud-wound marks And skarres seen plain ta'ne at the siege of Troy And I me thought condoling his annoy Seem'd him to call and sadly thus to say O Dardanes light O Troyes true staffe and stay Why hast thou lingred long whence Hector brave Long lookt for cam'st thou that we wearie have Thy companie so late so many slain The citie spoil'd the people put to pain O what dire deed hath soil'd thy lovely cheeks Why art so wounded Not a word he speaks Or stayes a jot or answers what 's desir'd But when he had a deep fetcht sigh expir'd Flie heaven-born prince he sayes O flie this flame Foes have our forts fall'n flat is Troyes high frame Our king and state were well if Troy could stand And stand it should had strength been in our hand But now her Gods and pious rites to thee Troy recommends let these thy fates mates be With these seek out those walls and turrets high Which thou seas voyage ceas'd shalt edifie This said our countrey Gods holy headbands And altar-fire he put into my hands Meanwhile much woe our town inhabited And more and more though trees surrounding hid My fathers house which stood farre in yet still Warres rumbling roaring noise did sound most shrill I startled out of sleep did soon ascend Our highest turret listning eares to lend Even as fierce blasts fling flames and cornfields burning Or mountain flouds with swift careere o'returning O'reflow faire meads o'respread crank corn plow'd lands Tumble down headlong trees nought upright stands Which the poore silly shepherd stupifies When from 's high hill this rumbling stirre he spies Thus O even thus truth shown Greeks craft we knew First Deiphobus faire house they o'rethrew By flames represselesse then they set upon His neighbours house our kinde Vcalegon Sigaea's shores glistred with fierie blaze Mens screeks and cries trumpets shrill sound did raise I raging run to arms arm'd rashly fought Rudely rusht headlong into thickest rout Ranne to the towre hurried with wrath and rage Held it true honour life in death t' engage But now behold Panthus fled from Greeks power Panthus Apollos priest keeper o' th' tower Frantickly ranne to sea to flie the land Our Gods their sacred rites his sonne in 's hand To whom I cry'd O Panthus where's warres worst What towre may taken be This said he burst Into deep sighs and spake thus as he past Troyes fearfull fate is come this day 's our last We once were Trojans once this was faire Troy And Trojans grace now angrie Iove our joy Gives to the Greeks Greeks lord it over us Out citie fir'd we most calamitous The hiddie horse standing within our town Hath armed men disgorg'd fire up and down Sinon triumphant throws some strongly stand To keep our gates wide ope ne're did our land So many Grecian swarms behold some guard Our narrow lanes strong troups keep watch and ward With sharp drawn swords to th' death to fight most stout Our guards confus'dly fight hardly hold out Thus Panthus straight my heaven-spurr'd spirit me threw Into the hottest flame and fight I view Angry Erinnys noise annoise me guide Rhipheus and valiant Iphitus beside My Martiall mates agglomerate to me Hypanis Dymas vvay by moon-light see Great Mygdons sonne young Choroebus most stout VVho in those dayes by chance to Troy came out Caught with Cassandras captive love both he And his great Sire brought aid t' us Phrygians free Unhappy vvho the counsel vvould not heare Of his Cassandra prophetizing deare VVhom when I saw boldly to battell bent I thus bespake Brave youths of high intent O but in vain if flames of Martiall fire Kindle your courage honour true t' acquire Alas our cities fortune here you see Our Gods best goods all quite extinguisht be VVhich propt our state a citie burnt you 'd save Let 's die and rush through thickest rank most brave 'T is captives comfort no helps hope to have These vvords the Gallants hearts vvith rage did fire And straight as ravening vvolves at night desire Their whelps being left their paunch being hungerbit To range abroad to finde a prey most fit Through speares and spight of foes fearelesse to die VVe passe and to the midst o' th' citie hie Black night with sable shades doth us surround O vvho that nights great slaughter vvoes great wound Can explicate what teares equall those toiles A town of fame is fal'n long rich vvith spoiles Her streets are strew'd most thick vvith bodies slain Troyes unreveng'd bloud temples all doth stain Courage in conquered hearts vvas once made known Now-conquering Greeks vve once had overthrown But now vvhere e're vve look vve nought can spie But feares and teares and much mortalitie Androgeos then a Grecian captain stout VVe first affronted with his Grecian rout VVho taking us for friends thus friendly said Make haste brave Sirs vvhat loytring hath you staid VVhiles others sack and take all-fired Troy You scarce your ships have left help to employ This said he soon perceiv'd for no reply Fitting his minde vvas made that th' enemie Had close enclos'd him unawares afraid VVith heart and heels he made swift retrograde Like one that unawares tâ—eads suddenly On an earth-creeping snake vvhich close did lie 'Mongst pricklie thorns he quick starts from in feare The rage-swoln snake vvhich his blew neck doth reare Feare-dampt Androgeos thus flevv from our sight VVe follovved close closely maintain'd the fight On all sides fel'd our foes strangers to th' place And fill'd vvith feare fates did our first facts grace Choroebus courag'd vvith this good successe Cries out Brave mates let 's this faire path-vvay presse Let 's hold fast fortune by her friendly hand Let 's change our shields vvonne from this Grecian band And vveare their arms What courage can't craft may Slain foes vvill furnish us This said straightvvay Androgeos helmet faire and shield he bare And a brave Grecian blade by 's side he vvare The like did Dymas Rhipheus and the rest And vvith Greeks spoiles themselves they joyfull drest Then flew vve 'mongst the Greeks not by self-guide And
their mindes or best or worst All were unanimous 't was best to flie To save that hatefull harbour instantly To sail away A tombe we therefore made To Polydore great heaps of earth up laid About this wofull herse blew clothes were plac'd With cypresse boughs and sable garments grac'd Our Trojan women as we us'd stood round Their haire about their eares hung all unbound Then on it we warm pales of milk do throw And bowls of sacred bloud and e're we go VVe at his herse do ring his soules sad knell And with loud cries give him his last farewell Thence when first fittest serene seas gave way And gentle fanning blasts made dandling play Upon our sails our troops the shores do fill My mates put forth to sea with free good will And past the port the lands and towns us leave Thus sailing we aloof at length perceive I' th' sea a lovely land lie situated To th' mother of the sea Nymphs dedicated And to Aegean Neptune which faire land Stragling abroad pious Apollos hand Did with restrictive bands and bounds confine VVith Gyarus and faire Mycâ—â— combine And thereby it most strong and stable made Fearlesse when windes and waves did it invade Here I ariv'd here we our wearie state In a most pleasant port did recreate And comen on shore adore Apollos town VVhither to meet us speedily came down King Anius king and priest to Pâ—oebus great And to those people he with kinde receipt His hâ—ad with headbâ—â—ds and green laâ—â—ell deckt Anchises his known friend doth much respect Then hands we shake in loâ—â— and home are hâ—ad Into their houses where I then â—ost glad In th' old rock-founded teâ—ple made obâ—ation Unto Apollo with this supplication Grant Thymbrâ—â—n Phâ—â—us to 〈◊〉 Trojâ—â—â— tiâ—ed A proper place an issuing race desired And setled citie yet preserve I pray Another Troy the reliques which yet stay Of conquering Greeks and of Achilles stout Whom follow we whither range we about Where shall we seat our selves Great father say Shew us some signes our anxious mindes to stay Scarce said I thus when all seem'd suddenly The doores and bayes of Phoebus majestie Yea all the mount about to move and shake Apollos private Tripos roares did make Hereat to earth we prostrate fell and heard A voice saying thus Stout Trojans be not feard The land whence first ye sprang from ancients race Shall safely you receive in copious case Seek your old granmother For surely there Aeneas house shall spacious empire reare And all his childrens childrens offspring faire Thus Phoebus we with clamours joyfull are Desirous all to know what towns he meant Whither he 'd call us whither we wandring went My father then old stories recollecting Said Heare brave peeres your hopes I 'm now detecting Mark then I' th' midst o' th' sea lies Creet Ioves nation There 's Idâ— our countreys cradle of education Whose large rich realm an hundred towns doth hold Whence our great Sire king Teucer sprung of old If hearesay fail not He on Rhâ—â—tâ—ans shore Did first arive a fit seat did explore To plant his throne as yet no Ilium faire Nor Pergams pinacles stood beauteouâ— rare But then low valleys they inhabited Hence was wood-haunting mother Cybel bred Sage Corybantes bels and Ida's wood Hence sacred secrets found safe silence good Goddesse-yokt lions hence their chariots drew Go on then and let 's passe where Gods us shew Let 's calm the windes and get to Candies land The wayes not farre if Iove do for us stand Creet shall our fleet receive within three dayes This said he sacrific'd to th' Gods due praise One bull to Neptune one t' Apollo kinde To storms a black a white sheep to Southwinde There flies a fame that Idomeneus duke Forc'd from his native state his Creet forsook That all his lands lay void to foes a prey To sea we flie from Delos part away Leave green Donysa Naxon Bacchus pride Olearon white marbly Paron wide Sea-spreading Cyclads passe those lands about With various noise our mariners cries out My mates me move for Creet forefathers seat And as we sail rough windes our ships do beat So that at last Candies old coast we held Where gladsome I long wisht for town-walls build And Pergam nam'd my glad mates Trojans call'd Wisht them to grace the Gods see cities wall'd And houses fram'd our ships in ports secure Out youths new wedlock rustick works inure I laws and lands allot when suddenly Through corrupt aire a foule mortalitie Did on us seaze a murrion miserable Our trees and plants did spoile most lamentable A deadly yeare For or men quickly die Or sicklie languish in much miserie The dog-starre burns our barren fields and plants Denies us grain complies our pain and vvants My father hence to Delphos vvills us send And back by sea Phoebs oracle to tend Pardon to pray these toiles and cares to cease To know their course and labours longed peace Novv night vvas come sweet sleep shut up mens eyes And now me thought in sleep I saw to rise Before my face the sacred images Of Trojan Gods our countrey-Deities Whom I from Troyes fierce flames sav'd brought with me These by much light I seem'd most plain to see Like Cynthia faire vvhen vvindows open be And thus they seem'd to say to cheare my heart VVhat Delian Phoebus means to thee t' impart Behold by us sent to thee thus he sings VVe vvho Troy burnt thee and thy armies vvings Have followed vve who through rough seas have past VVith thee vvill thee and thine to th' heavens at last Exalt and give thy citie soveraigntie Prepare great vvalls for great posteritie And leave not thy long labours progresse faire Thou must seek other seats Apollo's care Call'd thee not hither thus to rest at Creet But there 's a place for thee held farre more meâ—â— VVhich Greeks Hesperia call of pristine state Potent in arms vvith fertile soiles ornate Th' Oenotrians dwelt there once now younger fame Doth it from Italus Italia name Here is our proper place hence Dardan springs Hence father Iasius and our chiefest kings Rise then and this as sure as sweet relation Shew to thy aged sire with exultation Seek out faire Corits coasts Italia's bay Iove thee denies in Candie longer stay This voice and vision of the Gods me frights Nor was 't sound sleep for I their perfect sights Did plainly know their faces haire bound neat I surely saw whereat a chill could sweat O'respread my limbes from bed I started straight To heaven my hands and heart I elevate And to the Gods give a pure sacrifice VVhich honour done I as they did advise Unto Anchises all the vision tell Th' ambiguous branch and fathers both full vvell He straightway knows and sees his new mistake From places old and therefore thus he spake Deare sonne long seasoned vvith our Trojan toiles Onely Cassandra told me these turmoiles That these things now our nations due portend I right recount and oft did
The noise vvhereof soon came To her death-daunted sister vvho in fright With panting pace ran thither vvith fierce flight Her nails her cheeks do teare fists beat her breast Amidst the rout rushing screeks out distrest Her dying name O sister was this it Hast thou me thus deceiv'd And did I fit This pile for this these fires and altars frame For what should I forsaken thee first blame Why didst thou me reject for thy deaths mate Thou might'st have me invited to like fate That same smart with the same sword that houre Might both of us have griped in deaths power These hands did also help to build this frame I call'd upon our countrey-Gods great name And yet could cruell I be absent hence And not behold thy fates fierce violence O sister sister thou hast quite undone Thy self my self and all renown begun In citie subjects Carthaginian lords O vvho me now some cleansing streams affords That I may vvash her vvounds And if as yet Any last breath there stray that I may it Sup up at length This said she soon ascends The steepy steps and in her heart contends And on her breast to hug with many a teare The half dead body of her sister deare And with her cloaths the black bloud wipes and dries Whereat she seems to heave her heavy eyes But down again the dead lids fall and fail And at her heart the death-smart doth prevail Thrice she her self rais'd up and strove to rest Upon her arm and thrice by pain opprest She sownding rolled back upon the bed And vvith her stragling sight endeavoured To see the skie-light groaning when 't was found Then mighty Iuno pitying her deaths vvound Protracted vvoe difficultie to die Sent Iris quickly from Olympus high Her strugling soule and fast bound life t' unbinde Because she not by fate nor deaths due kinde Did die but immaturely she poore heart With sudden rage enflam'd wrought her own smart As yet Proserpina took not away Her yellow locks which on her head grew gray Nor her designed to the Stygian lake Dame Iris therefore from the clouds did take Quick flight to her with vvatrie colour'd plumes Which 'gainst the opposite bright sunne assumes A thousand various curious colours cleare And lighting on her head said Charg'd I beare Thy parted soule to Pluto dedicated And free thee from thy corps excruciated This said she clipt her locks at once doth slip All vitall heat life into th' aire doth skip An end of the fourth book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the fifth book Aeneas sails to Sicil hies Where he his fathers obsequies Doth celebrate Acestes kinde About the grave brave games design'd A prodigie a fierie dart Then Iris playes old Beroes part In old-wifes weeds the fleet doth flame But sudden showres doe quench the same Anchises ghost in sleep doth show What warres his sonne must undergoe And by whose guid to passe to hell He builds a town wherein to dwell He leaves the wives and men unfit For Palinure he 'le steeres-man sit MEeanwhile Aeneas half way keeps his course His ships with soft windes cut the waves black source Reviewng poore Eliza's walls on fire The cause unknown of such combustion dire But bitter grief he fear'd for abrupt love Knowing how love-sick passions women move VVith these sad thoughts the Trojans forward sail Least sight of land at sea their fleet doth fail On all sides sea on all sides onely skie He o're his head a watry cloud doth spie Full stuft with storms whose blacknesse frights the seas And in his ship did Palâ—nure displease Whereat he cries Aâ—as vvhat clouds o'respread The heavens What means God Neptune by this dread He bids them play the men their oares to plie Sails to the lee and thus aloud doth crie Dauntlesse Aeneas though great Iove our guide Should promise vve in Italie should ' bide I could not in this case his words confide Such counter-cuffs crosse puffs us turn and vvinde Such dark dim clouds arise as th' aire quite blinde Nor do our reluctations us avail Since fortune forceth let 's vvith fortune sail And go wheres'ere she guides for sure think I Thy brother Eryx trusty towns are nigh And Sicils shores for I have certain sight Of noted starres if I remember right Surely sayes good Aeneas so I see The windes require thy labours all to be In vain I view Then bend thy course that way For a more pleasing place could I I say To rest our weary fleet vvish to attain Then whereas Troyes Acestes kinde doth reigne And vvhere my fathers buried bones remain This said they fetch the haven a Western blast Stretching their sails the navie nimbly past The channell and at length vvith joy each one Gets to the shore unto them all well known But from a loftie hill aloof in 's eye Acestes wondring did their fleet espie Their friendly fleet vvhich he runs down to meet Fierce with 's beares hide and dart them thus to greet VVhose mother Troy him at Crinisus floud Begat He mindefull of 's forefather good Them safe t' enjoy much joyes with countrey cates And friendly gifâ—s receives cheeres consolates Next day so soon as Eastern Sols bright face Had banisht starres Aeneas from each place And part o' th' port assembles all his mates And from a tombes top thus expostulates Renowned Dardans sprung from Ioves high race 'T is now a full and compleat twelve-moneths space Since here our sacred parents bones were laid And reliques left and sad death-altars made And this if I mistake not is the day The dolefull day which I resolve for aye To solemnize and sad to celebrate For so ye Fates ye do it destinate Yea this though Africk me an exile hel'd Though Grecian seas or shores me captiv'd quel'd With annuall votes and due solemnities And altar-decking gifts I 'd memorize Now are we gladly and as I conceive Not without heavens direction and good leave Come to our fathers bones and sacred dust And in t' a faire and friendly port have thrust Come on then let 's glad triumphs celebrate Let 's get faire gales and when my cities state Is stablisht I 'le my sacred rites each yeare To him in temples to him builded beare Troy-born Acestes two fat bullocks great Bestows on every bark throughout the fleet Then at the feast our countrey-Gods let 's place And those which kinde Acestes holds in grace Besides if Sol the ninth day with bright rayes His faire face o're the universe displayes First for our Trojans flying-fleets sea-fight I 'le prizes have for him whose nimble flight Best runs a race for him whose courage stout Wrastles most rare who best flings darts about Or fight with plummet-clubs doth best affect Let all be prest and purchas'd palms expect Lend us your clamours loud with bayes all crown'd This said himself his brows with laurell bound The like Helymus old Acestes doe Lively Ascanius all the youth so too He leaves the parle with thousand tendants brave
great Neptune wilt shall beare the bell Yet let it shame us to be last of all Win this brave lads let not that shame be fall Hereat they all most stiffely tug and pull And with their oares strong strokes thick quick full The brassy-poop they shake no land they see They gape for breath all o're most sweatie be And friendly fortune grants wisht victorie For while Sergestus frets and fumes in minde Whiles inmost his foredeck to th' rock's inclinde Unhappie by desire of nearest cut On unseen cliffes his vessell fiercely put The rusht on rocks a ratling noise do make While on sharp snags cleft oares the foredeck strake The boatmen bustle up with clamour stand And hooks and steel-tipt poles they snatch in hand Gathering their split oares floating on the waves Whiles Mnestheus happiâ—i'de with bold out-braves For 's good successe with nimble oares faire gales And full sea-room from sea to shore safe sails Much like a dove soon startled from her nest That in some house or hollow roof took rest Flies forth to field fluttering her wings full fast Quick through the transient aire is nimbly past And with smooth swooping flight doth glide along So Mnestheus so his Pristis from among The utmost waves most clearely cuts his course And seems to flie with rushing furious force And first forsakes Sergestus strugling hard Amongst the rocks by shallows shelfs debar'd Of vain desired help now taught to row With broken oares and now he does outgo Young Gyas and his huge Chimaera foil'd VVhich soon gives way being of his master spoil'd And now at last none but Cloanth remains VVhom to o'retake he duplicates his pains Reduplicates loud clamours All him cheere VVith their skie-cuffing votes as he draws neare Those strive to keep their purchas'd praise and fame Vowing to loose their lives to keep the same Good luck spurres these there 's hope therefore they 'le win And evenly matcht they sure had victours bin Had not Cloanthus fal'n to prayer devout And thus with heav'd-up hands to 's Gods cry'd out Great Gods of sea whose liquid soils I sail If I be victour I 'le without all fail On shore-built altars sacrifice a bull And your due debter forth his midriffe pull And poure on these salt seas with wine good store This said the sea-nymphs whom he did implore All heard him from the bottome of the main Phorci Nereides the Mermaides train Yea old Portunus self with his strong hand Shoving his ship like blast bird-bolt to land She flies full fast and safe i' th' haven doth stand Aeneas then as custome congregates His troops and by a crier demonstrates Cloanthus victour crowns his brows with bayes And gives large gifts true trophies of great praise Three heifers to three ships and wine great store And a large silver talent thence they bore But to the chieftains he chief prizes gave A golden mantle wrought about most brave With faire Meander-like rich purple plates And crinkling folds wherein art personates In curious work the princely lively lad Faire Ganimede like a young hunter clad In woody Ide chasing the skipping deere With dart in 's hand breathing with swift careere Whom thus in 's hooky claws the eagle swift Soaring swoops up and quick to th' skie doth lift His guardians grave to heaven heave hands in vain And all his dogs bark at the clouds amain But him whose worth deserv'd the second place He with a rich-wrought coat of arms did grace Set with gold hooks which he victoriously From Demoleus wan in Troy hard by Swift Simois this he bestows most free A grace a guard to him in arms to be VVhose pond'rous weight two servants scarce could beare But Demoleus did it eas'ly weare And with it chas'd the Trojans in great feare His third gifts were two cauldrons brave of brasse And silver bowls whose workmanship did passe For graven figures faire Thus all rewarded All pleas'd with prizes to their worths afforded Their fronts with roseall headbands bound about Along they passe and passing spied out Sergestes whose best skill and utmost strength Hardly the hard rocks made him 'scape at length His honour sharelesse ship full fraught with shame His oares all lost one rank of rowers lame Much like a snake which crosse the way doth lie Crusht by a wheel suddenly passing by Or by a passenger bruis'd with a stone Sore battered and half kill'd there left alone Long wrigling wreaths doth force in vain to flie One half stares up and puts forth furiouslie Its hissing neck th' other half bruis'd with-holds And in close knots and wreaths its members folds With such weak work his slow ship forward past Yet still sail'd on and got to th' haven at last Aeneas glad to see his ship and mates Comen safe to shore Sergestus decorates With promis'd prize also a maiden faire Skilfull to spin of Cretian linage rare And 'twixt her paps of sucking twins a paire These sea-sports finisht good Aeneas went Into a grassie mead on all sides pent With groves and craggy banks i' th' midst of it A circled plain for theatre most fit Where he with many thousand gallants tended A rare erected throne prince-like ascended Here all that could most swiftly run a race Invited were with praises prizes grace VVhereat Sicilians Trojans all about Euryalus and Nisus first i' th' rout Do thither flock Euryalus most faire A lovely lively youth and Nisus rare An honest modest lad next comes apace Princely Diores of king Priâ—â—s race After him Salius came and Patrâ—n good Th' one of Epire th' others untainted bloud Sprang from Tegeus Then two striplings came Panopes and Helymus of much fame For gallant huntsmen peeres to old Acest And many more whom fame hath not exprest To vvhom i' th' midst of them Aeneas said Heare me brave youths be sure and well apaid Not one of all this rout but gifts shall have I 'le give two glistring Cretian arrows brave Headed vvith steel a silver damaskt bill You all with equall gifts reward I vvill Save the three chief vvho three choice palmes shall have Their heads adorn'd vvith olive-branches brave A gallant horse vvith trappings I 'le bestow Upon the first and on the next also An Amazonian quiver furnisht faire With Thracian shafts hung at a belt most rare And richly wrought with gold and buttened fast With a rich stone The third reward and last Shall be a Grecian helmet This being said They chose their stations and the signe being made They suddenly and swiftly forth do flie Most like a furious storm to th' goal they hie And first most fast leaving them all behinde Runnes nimble Nisus swifter then the vvinde Or flashy lightning And to him the next Ran Salius swift but vvith large distance ' twixt Euryalus vvas third but with some space VVhom Helymus pursu'd with rapid race By vvhom behold Diores fiercely flies And foot by foot close at his shoulders lies And if enough space for the race remain Is like
stations now with joy all view'd about And much affected vvith this friendly rout Epitides seeing them all addrest VVith a loud lash and sound the signe exprest Straight all break out and three by three disperse And back again revoked their reverse And at there breasts their nimble speares they set Fetching careeres and thence crosse courses met And with crosse distance fetch crosse compasse round Rushing on adverse rings like vvarre profound In hottest skirmish now turn backs to flight VVhereat enrag'd their darts they at them smite And yet anon in peacefull wise shake hands Much like the Laborynthick maze which stands In Creet enclos'd with walls most intricate With thousand anxious wayes to ambulate Whose unfound paths do wearie walkers tire And in and out Meanders all admire Even so the Trojan striplings skip about And flights and fights by sporting in and out Neatly contrive like Dolphins in the main Whose frisks and skips much sport i' th' waves maintain These courses combats and this custome rare Ascanius first did found and new repaire When spacious Alba he with walls did frame And taught old Rome to celebrate the same As he a childe as Trojan lads had shown The ancient Albanes they to theirs made known This pretty sport from them the Romanes old Long after did forefathers honour hold This children now call Troy Trojan troops name And thus farre now unto his fathers fame These pleasant sports perform'd and celebrated Here fortune her faire face first transmutated For whiles they sport about his fathers tombe Iuno send Iris in a pelting fume Unto the Trojan fleets and gives her winde Much mov'd and still old grudges born in minde Iris i' th' rain-bows thousand colours speeds Unseen of any virgin-like proceeds With expeditious haste huge troops doth meet Sees the forsaken shores ports naked fleet But yet the Trojan wives farre off did keep In private banks and for the losse did weep Of old Anchises weeping as they stood They all beheld the mightie ocean floud Crying Alas what sea-toiles yet remain To us tyr'd soules all sighing in one strain Wishing a citie loathing more sea-pain Dame Iris 'mongst them slilie thrusts in place Suspectlesse of abuse her Goddesse face Gesture and vesture from her laid aside She 's now Beröe Doryclus old bride Mother of children late of note and fame And thus amongst them like a Trojan dame Speaks to the Trojan wives O wofull we Whom Grecian power might not massacred see In bloudy warre under the walls of Troy Unhappie nation kept from more annoy This now 's the seventh yeare since our land was lost Since we strange seas lands rocks and sands have crost And stormie starres have scapt whiles through vast streams And tumbling waves we follow flying dreams We flie to fleeting Italie yet here Our kinsman Eryx borders do us cheere And kinde Acestâ—s who 'le us then deny T' inhabit here a town to edifie O countrey O in vain sav'd deities Shall no town yet old Troy rememorize O shall I ne're Hectorean rivers see No Xanthus Siâ—ois no come on with me With me come burn these ships inauspicate For I Cassandra's ghost in sleep saw late Who gave me these incendiarie brands And said Here seek your Troy here in these lands Fix your abode now 's time the work to ply Why stay we since we see so great a tie Foure flaming altars unto Neptune great And fates themselves give fire and valours heat Thus speaking she ran first and snatcht a brand Of furious fire which flaming in her hand Into the fleet she flang it furiously The Trojan wives much startled were hereby And ' maz'd in minde whereat one 'mongst the rest Grave Pyrgo Priams nurse who had exprest Much loyaltie and love to 's children deare Said Trust me matrons I dare boldly sweare This is not Beröe our late neighbours wife For I see signes of sacred Godhead rise Mark you her glistering eyes her spirit divine Her looks her voice her state and gate most fine And I my self left Berö◠sick of late Much griev'd that she was so unfortunate Not to be present horrours due t' have paid To old Anchisâ—s tombe This though she said Yet at the first the women doubtfull be As blinde in eyes as minde their ships to see And held with deep desire of this lands rest And fate-assigned realms which should bâ— best But when they saw the winged Goddâ—ssâ— fliâ— And flying cut the cloudie bow in skie Provok'd by this prodigious accident With rage transpoâ—ted they loud clamoâ—rs vent And fires from â—orth theâ—r 〈◊〉 and chiâ—â—eys snatch Some th' altars teare some boughs and brâ—nâ—hes catch And ought combusâ—ible and firâ—brands throw Into their ships Vulcan the flame doth blow Of fierce unbridled spoile on planks and â—areâ— Hatches and painted decks At these uproares Eumelus posteth to Anchises grave To beare sad tidings to those bands most brave Of this combustion and the gamesters spie Black smoak and sparkling flames flie up to th' skie And as first horse-careeres Ascanius led So fiercely first to th'troubled tents he fled Nor could the mâ—zed masters make him stay But on he comes and thus to them doth say O what strange wrath is this what mean ye now O wretched women 'gainst whom do ye vow This mischief great Here is no adverse foe No Grecian tâ—nts your hopes you 'le burn up so O see me your Ascanius your delight Whereat he pulls off's helmet in their sight Wherewith in field his Martiall sports he ply'd To whom Aeneas all the Trojans hy'de But all the wives pursu'd with feare and dread To th' woods and groves all straglingly were fled And michingly to caves and rocks they run Hating the light sham'd of their work begun And chang'd in minde in grief their friends they know And hate great Iuno cause of all this woe But what of this hereby they quench no fire For flames increase with most represselesse ire And pitch and â—ow kindling a smoothering heat Sly fires increase and raise combustion great Through th' ships great bulks nor by the peeres best power Or force of flouds do flames cease to devoure Then good Aeneas rent his cloaths with grief With stretcht-out hands implores the Gods relief And thus he prayes Great Iove if Trojans all Thou hast not yet quite cast off left to thrall If long devotion helps mens miseries O free our fleet from flame-calamities And now from ruine raise Troyes tottering state Or else great sire if it be my due fate Strike me all left to death with lightning fierce And let thy hand my heart profoundly pierce Scarce had he spoke when mightie showres of rain Most thick most quick came powdring down amain A mightie storm and ratling roaring thunder Making earths most obdurate creatures wonder All o're the skie the furious tempest grows And plenteous streams into the vessels throws Which washt the half-burnt wood stints all the flame All 's ships but foure being saved by the same But grave Aeneas
dampt with this dire chance His thoughts now here now there in minde do glance Musing unmindfull of the fates decree Whether 't were best in Sicil still to be Or bend his courses now for Italie Then aged Nautes whom most expertly Tritonian Pallas made an artist rare Resolves him thus both what great Iuno faire Enrag'd would act and destinies dispose He kindely thus t' Aeneas doth disclose Faire Goddesse sonne where fates us call re-call Thither let 's go what ever us befall Fortune by sufferance best is overthrown Trojan Acestes is thy kinsman known Make him of counsel with thee to him cleave Thy burnt-ships surplusage of people leave Unto his care Such as thy high designes Do disaffect whose heart to ease inclines Feeble old men sea-tyred maids and vvives All that are faint and fearfull of their lives Select them out a town here let them frame And from Acestes it Acesta name Encourag'd thus by his grave friends advise Yet still one care doth on another rise And now nights curtain black the skies did vail VVhen from the heavens his fathers image pale Anchises ghost came down and suddenly Said thus to him Deare sonne to me more nigh More deare then life whiles life vvith me did last Deare sonne on various Troy-fates long time cast I come to thee from Iove who quencht the flame Of thy fir'd fleet pitying thee in the same Obey old Nautes wholsome exhortations And take vvith thee in thy perambulations To Italie choice youths of courage stout For vvith fierce people thou must fight it out A nation hard to tame Yet before this Thou must descend the dungeons dark of Dis Yea thou deare sonne must passe Avernus lake To come to me yet no abode I make In torturing Tartar or in darknes sad But in Elysium where delights make glad Sweet troops of sacred soules hither I say Faire Sibyll shall thee by much bloud convay Of sacrific'd black beasts Whence thou shalt know Thy citie sought and race from thee to flow And now farewell moist midnight hastes away Sols puffing steeds begin to breath out day This said like smoak he flies i' th' fleeting skie To whom Aeneas Whither dost thou flie Why hastes thou hence From whom dost thou take flight Or who does thee from our embraces fright Which spoke he stirres the embers rakt up fire And worships with a reverend hearts desire His Trojan Gods and to them consecrates Pure floure and frankincense Then calls his mates But chiefly grave Acestes speedily And Ioves command to them doth signifie And his deare fathers charge what he design'd And now resolv'd Whereto Acest inclin'd And counsel straight they take and measure forth Towns for their vvives and men of meanest worth Whose most ignoble mindes regard not fame But they new sailing barks begin to frame And half-burnt ship-planks oares and ropes repaire In number few in vvarre for service rare Meanwhile Aeneas vvith a plough sets out The cities scope ' points houses round about Here Iliums towers there he sets Troyes faire gates Thus his new realm Acest congratulates Then courts and laws he gives the fathers grave And neare the starres on Eryx high would have A temple founded unto Venus faire A sacred grove and priest vvhose speciall care Should onely be Anchises tombe to tend And novv the nations nine dayes feast had end And on their altars offrings all vvere made And fanning gales upon the ocean play'd And fâ—equent puffing blasts to sea invite Then on the shore at their departing sight Full flouds of teares are shed and night and day In mutuall kinde embraces still they stay And now those wives those folk effeminate To whom the sight of sea was frightfull late That toile intolerable now most fain Away they would to sea all toile sustain Whom good Aeneas with kinde vvords doth cheere And vveeping leaves t' Acest his kinsman deare To Eryx then three calves he bids them kill And to the storms a lambe he offer vvill Bids them the cables loose and order right Himself with olive-boughs his head bedight In 's hand a bowl aloof on ship-board stood Flasht out pure wines spread entralls on the floud A whisking gale puffs on them as they sail His men rowe close and thrash the flouds with flail Meanwhile faire Venus full of tender care To Neptune speaks doth thus her plaints declare Fierce Iuno's wrath and quenchlesse indignation Force me great Neptune to prest supplication Which rage of hers no length of time or dayes Nor piety or pity stops or stayes Nor Ioves command or fates decree can still Her most unbrideled rage nor Troyes great ill Bespoil'd of towns and nation vvith strange spight Can satisfie but with all rancourous might She plagues poore vvasted Troyes as yet remains Yea their dead bones and ashes she disdains The cause of so great wrath her self can tell And how she lately rais'd thou know'st it well Strange sudden storms o're all the Libyan seas Confounding heaven and sea with rough disease All by her friend Aeolus puffs most vain All this she durst in thy vast realm the main Behold beside the Trojan vvives foule fact VVith rage enflam'd foulely by her compact Fired their fleet forc'd them their ships decay'd In a strange land to be detain'd and stay'd This then remains I pray thee let them sail Thy vvatrie soil in safety with smooth gale Let them arive vvhere Tybers stream doth flow If our desires thou grant if fates also Grant us our promis'd realms then speak I pray Then Neptune seas great soveraigne thus did say Faire Venus thou mayst in my bounds be bold For thence thou dost thy bloud and linage hold I alwayes also have been kinde to thine And heavens and seas joynt wrath vvhich did combine And fury fierce I have restrain'd for thee Nor have I Xanth and Simois vvitnes be Of thine Aeneas had lesse care on land But when Achilles fierce with furious hand Did prosecute and execute with might Troyes troops and from safe vvalls forc'd them to flight When thousands dead did fall when flouds did groan Fill'd vvith kill'd bodies when no way was known For Xanthus course to sea being dam'd with dead I then in misty clouds quite covered Aeneas chaâ—ed by Achilles strong VVhen fates and force left him to hostile vvrong Even then vvhen I could vvell have found in heart Mine own built faithlesse Troy quite to subvert Then feare not for I have the same minde still He and they all desir'd shall safely fill Avernus port one onely shall be drown'd VVho sought for in the sea shall not be found His life the rest shall ransome Thus most kinde He stroaks and cheeres the Goddesâ—e cheerefull minde Then yokes his horses to his chariots drift And gives the foamy reins to 's coursers swift The bridle laid most loose and thus he slides In his blew chariot o're the surging tides Down winde the vvaves â—ow the rough billows bend Under his thundring wheels clouds quick descend Then various troops
most faire Thus high hills left they to the plains repaire But grave Anchises vvas most closely bent To see observe in valleys excellent The soules reserv'd for more supernall places Recogitates all his own kindreds cases Their number nature fates and fortunes all Their customes courage he to minde doth call And vvhen he saw Aeneas come to meet him Through the green grasse he joyfull runs to greet him Lifts up his hands le ts fall thick teares on 's cheeks Yet thus unto his sonne he cheerely speaks And art thou come by power and piety Hast thou as I had hope got victorie O're this hard task see I thy face again Shall I my sonne heare and reply most plain Thus truly I suppos'd and cast in minde Counting the times and now all true I finde From vvhat strange parts deare sonne vvhat dangerous case What seas turmoiles do I thee now embrace O how I fear'd thy harm in Libya land Straight he reply'd Deare father thy command And gastly ghost in visions oft beheld Hath for thy sake me to these parts compell'd My fleet lies safe i' th' port on Tyrrhene sands Ah grant good father vve may now joyn hands Grant me ah flie not from our sweet embrace At vvhich words teares ran down his cheeks apace Thrice 'bout his neck to clasp his arms he tries Thrice from his frustrate holds his image flies Like fleeting blasts or flashy dreams by night Meanwhile Aeneas had full in his sight In a by-valley an enclosed wood With ratling boughs and sprigges where Lethe floud Ran through Elysian fields 'bout vvhich did stand People and nations an innumerous band Like bees when summers sun-shine does them warm Who in faire meads 'bout flowers and lilies swarm So o're the field a muttering noise was rais'd Whose sudden sight Aeneas much amaz'd Being ignorant he does the cause enquire What floud that vvas and vvhat so great desire About those banks did cause such troops of men Then old Anchises answered thus again Those soules to whom new corps are due by fate About the banks of Lethe floud do vvait To drink deep draughts of dull forgetfulnes Long since I long'd these things to thee t' expresse And ouâ— old stock to thee to numerate The more with me thee to exhilarate Latium once found O father deare sayes he Can sacred soules from hence translated be To heaven and there resume dull corps again Can wretches such dire love t' earths light retain I 'le tell thee sonne sayes he and cleare thy doubt And thus began Anchises to set out And punctually each circumstance t' explain At first one abstruse spirit did maintain Heaven earth and seas bright moon and twinkling lights That spirit infus'd through all parts moves incites The totall bulk diffus'd o're the whole frame Hence men beasts birds and all sea-creatures came And take life-feeding heat and to their seed Celestiall birth if corrupt bodies breed No obstacles nor terrene tumours ill The corps with dull and heavy humours fill And hence they feare weep have a longing minde Regard not heaven clos'd in flesh prisons blinde Besides when they their lifes last breath forsake Yet death from them poore soules doth not quite take Each blot and blemish or all corp'rall ills Which long i' th' body grown it strangely fills Wherefore they purging punishment endure To make them from old evils clean and pure Some frisking soules i' th' whisking windes hang high Some in huge streams wash their impurity Or elâ—e are purged in refining flames Thus these our pains each soule here fits and frames Thence then we are to large Elysium sent Few are in those faire meadows resident Till times long progresse quite expired be And we from imbred long-fed faults are free Our soules all simply pure in due degree And then all these a thousand yeares full spent In troops to Lethe flouds by God are sent There made unmindefull of their former state They long t' ascend corps to re-occupate This said Anchises his Aeneas brings With Sibyll into th' midst o' th' troop which rings With ratling rumours to a hill conducts him Whence all now coming he to know instructs him And now go to sayes he I 'le to the show Our Albane peeres the glorie which shall flow In Italie on our faire families Th' imperiall princes which from us shall rise Yea all thy fates and fortunes I 'le declare Seest thou sayes he that princely youth most faire Which leans on 's headlesse lance He first shall spring From Latines bloud and Thyne and be first king Sylvius an Albane name thy posthume birth Whom thy Lavinia to thy long-lifes mirth Shall in the woods bring forth a royall king From whom a regall race of kings shall spring From whom our line o're Alba long shall reigne And Procas next Troyes glorie shall maintain Capys and noble Numitor and he VVhose name shall personate re pattern thee Sylvius Aeneas rare for arms and arts If ever he reigne o're those Albane parts Behold my sonne those youths what powers they show Those which with peacefull oaken garlands go These shall for thee Nomentum Gabiâ— tame Fidena faire Collatia's towers reclaim Towns famous for their chastities report Potent Pometia Bola Cora's fort And Inuus camp towns once of noble fame Now onely lands but of no note or name Besides to 's grandsire Martiall Romulus Shall be a prop whom from Assaracus His mother Ilia shall produce at last Seest thou not on his head two crests stand fast And how great Iove on him his favours poures Behold faire sonne his high emperiall towres Renowned Rome vvhose magnanimity Shall rule the earth and raise their fame to th' skie And on their vvall she shall seven towres erect Happie in famous peeres of high respect Such as from Berecynthia Gods faire queen In chariot drawn through Troy to spring were seen Triumphant in her hundred God-births faire All heaven-inhabitants all starre-kings rare And now look this vvay view this nation great Thy Romanes rare and Romane Caesars seat Iülus royall race the whole earths Keisar There 's there 's the God-sprung man Augustus Caesar VVhom I so oft have promis'd unto thee By whom the golden age Latium shall see As once by Saturn 't was the whole earth o're His empire shall lie past the Indies shore And Garamants and where Sols prying eye And the celestiall signes yet ne're past by As farre as e're heaven-propping Atlas high Beares on his back the beauteous starrie skie At his approach all Africk soon shall quake And at his God-decrees great Nile shall shake Maugre his seven-fold mouth Nor so much ground As he shall win could Hercules surround Though light-foot hindes as windes he could outflie And boares and beares in Erymanth make die Nor Bacchus that vine-victour with vine-chains Who tigres fierce to draw his coach constrains O're Nisa's steepie tops Now then shall we To spread our fame by facts base cowards be Shall feare affright us from Ausonia land But what
renowned prince doth yonder stand Crown'd with a sacred olive-branch oh now I know him by 's gray haires on beard and brow Even noble Numa the first Romane king Who shall establish laws and make Rome spring From a poore land by simple Sabines aid Unto a mightie monarchie firm laid Whom Tullus shall succeed his men to make Their lazie lives to leave arms up to take And wonted triumphs now again to gain Next him shall rise Ancus with ampler train Too much affecting popularity And if thou wilt hither reflect thine eye And see the kingly Tarquines haughty heart And Brutus acting the revengers part Shall first accept the consuls dignity VVith bundles born and axes fatally This father first his own sonnes shall destroy Raising rebellions to the states annoy And slay them for his countrey liberty Unhappie howsoe're posterity May elevate and much commend the same O'recome with 's countreys love and thirst of fame See there where Decii Drusi stately stand And fierce Torquatus with his ax in 's hand And brave Camillus stoutly doth regain Romes ensignes lost But that most royall twain Whom thou seest glistring in like-arms most plain And now seem loving soules kept in deep shades Ah! what fierce warres with slicing bloudy blades Shall they raise up when once they rise to life What battells shall they fight what stintlesse strife The fath'r in law passing th' Alps altitude The sonne in law with 's Eastern multitude In battell ray Not so deare sonne not so Use not uncivil civil-warres of woe T'embrew your honour'd hands in countreys bloud And thou O thou Câ—sarean sonne most good Great seed of Iove sprung from a sacred line With such foule warres stain not those hands of thine The Capitoll he shall triumphant take And in hiâ— chariot make Corinthus quake The Grecians slain he Argos shall subdue And trample down proud Agamemnons crew And victour vanquish Pyrrhus self most strong Armipotent Achilles lay along And thus old Troyes great wrongs revenge shall have And Pallases polluted temple brave And who can thee grave Cato here omit Or of couragious Cossus silent sit Of Gracchus great those two rare Scipios Warre wondrous thunder-bolts to Carthage woes Fabricius mightie in his mean estate Serranus plow-man yet Romes potentate VVhy am I tyr'd to tell of Fabius grâ—â—t That mightie man whose wisedome to retreat And grave cunctation shall Romes wrack repaire Some for their skill in brazen statutes rare Some able I think hard marbles so to cut And carve as if they life had in them put Some famous for facundous oratorie Some for the Math'maticks deserving glorie But thou rare Romane rule with might and right Let this be thy chief art thy choice delight To plant good laws in peace to use most kinde Good subjects but to curb the haughty minde Thus grave Anchises and to their more wonder Behold sayes he mightie Marcellus yonder How he with spoiles most richly loaded goes And all transcending him great victour shows He he shall Rome from ruines re-advance Curb and crush Carthage and subdue all France A third time shall to Iove in sacrifice Hang up the captive arms his Martiall prize And here Aeneas for he saw in 's sight A lovely lively youth in armour bright But with a heavy look and cast-down eye Sayes Father pray who 's that in 's company His sonne or some of his renowned race VVhat noise they make see his most portly pace VVhy do such dark black mists his head so hide To whom Anchises weeping thus repli'de Deare sonne long not to know thy countreys woe The fates this childe to th' world will onely show And onely so Rome sure seem'd too too great To you high Gods if her imperiall seat Had been perpetuall O what sighs and cries Shall by his death unto great Rome arise I' th' field of Mars what frequent funeralls Shalt thou swift Tyber in thy fluent falls Behold as thou dost by his new grave glide Nâ—'re shall a sprig sprung from our Trojan side Exalt Italian ancestours so fairely Nor Rome triumph in any race so rarely Alas for his connative pietie Alas for faith spread by antiquitie And Martiall spirit what do these avail Who unreveng'd durst him in arms assail And or on horse or foot durst him encounter But he was ever found his farre surmounter Ah prince to be deplor'd if fates decree Hard fates thou scape thou shalt Marcellus be O give me now handfulls of lilies faire And let me strew with store of violets rare Those odoriferous gifts about the grave Though all in vain of this our kinsman brave Thus in these sad complaints they stray about And prie and spie all in those fields throughout And when Anchises all to 's sonne had shown And fire of future fame in 's heart had blown At last he shews what battells he must fight Latinus towns Italians warre-like might And how to beare or forbeare hazards all Which could or should i' th' future him befall There are sayes he two dormitive great gates Th' one made of horn as fame to us relates By which true spirits have a passage right Th' other of elephantine ivorie bright But false and fictious dreams soules this way send When thus Anchises did his conference end Both to his sonne and to the Sibyll grave Through th' ivorie gate he them free passage gave He hastes to 's fleet revisits his old friends And to Cateta's port his course he bends Where they with joy their anchours all do cast And there the fleet at shore is fixed fast An end of the sixth book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the seventh book Caieta dead here buried lies Aeneas to Laurentum hies Which he did plainly understand By his Ascanius was the land By fates assign'd Then straight he sent An hundred legates eloquent With presents to Latinus great A peace and pardon to intreat The king with peace doth them dispatch And for his daughter makes a match Juno displeas'd Alecto's sent From hell i'th'peace to make a rent A wounded stagge breeds all the jarre Confederates fit themselves for warre ANd thy death nurse Caieta in this strand Eternally hath memoriz'd our land And now thine honour there thy bones and name Great Italie maintains If this thy fame May ought enlarge but her due obsequies Rightly perform'd her grave made high to rise Seas smooth and calm Aeneas hoyst up sails And left the port with prosperous nightly gales Nor did dame Luna's light impeach their pace But made a shivering shine on seas surface Thus Circes next adjacent shores they slice Where Sols rich daughters daily songs entice In groves unpassable where she by night In her proud palace burneth fires most bright Of odoriferous cedar watchfully With nimble spindle spinning curiously Hence we might heare by night fierce lions roare Strugling in rage against the bonds they bore Wilde beares and bristly boares rage in their stie And shapes of mighty wolves howl hideously Whom furious Circe by her sorcerie And
potent potions metamorphis'd had Of comely men into wilde beasts most bad Now that these honest Trojans might escape These havens and such prodigious bestiall shape And not approach that hurtfull hatefull shore Neptune with prosperous gales their sails up bore Forc'd them from thence them from those dangers â—â—ave Now Thetis breasts waxt red Aurora brave I' th' azure skie with golden rayes shone bright And suddenly the windes were calmed quite The rocky seas their oares did nimbly smite And beat about And here a mightie wood Aeneas spide through which faire Tybers floud With nimble goldie streams to sea did glide And yellow sands the current beautifi'de And various birds which did those banks frequent And the flouds bubling falls such notes did vent Above about as did delight the skie And in the woods with chirping chants did flie And here he bids his mates their voyage stay To winde the fleet to land then joyfull they Enter the shady river Now relate Vrania faire what kings what times what state Old Italie retain'd when this thy fleet Thy new-come armie brought to Latium sweet I 'le all set forth and warres first grounds recite Thou O thou Goddesse faire teach me to write Those bloudy broiles fierce troops warre-thirsty kings The Tyrrhean and Italian Martiall wings All in an uproare here 's new work indeed A mightie task to which I now proceed Old king Latinus o're those realms did reigne And them in peace and plentie did maintain Faunus and Marica old writers gather His parents were king Picus Faunus father And thou great Saturn thou art said to be The utmost basis of his progenie No sonne or issue-male fates did him give Death on one sâ—az'd as soon as he gan live One onely marriageable daughter faire Upheld his court and state to whom repaire Many Italian peeres and potentates All whom brave Turnus chiefly emulates For 's famous ancestours most eminent And him the queen with love most vehement Did like and long to make her sonne in law But heaven-diverting prodigies she saw Crossing her thoughts A spreading lawrell tree Grew in the midst o' th' court whose branches he Had many yeares preserv'd with reverend feare And whiâ—h Latinus when he first did reare His stately towres there found and consecrated To gâ—eat Apollo as it is related And from it did the land Laurentum name A thick quick swarm of humming bees there came Strange to be spoken out o' th' open aire And to this lawrells tops did all repaire And on the boughs close by their feet they hung All in a sudden swarm in clusters clung Their augur straight cries out I plainly finde A forrain prince t' approach with him conjoyn'd Are strong confederates who with partners bold From these same parts this towre shall take and hold Moreover as lady Lavinia good In sacrifice hard by her father stood Her haire strange sight was all on a light fire Whose cinging flames burnt all her rich attire Her locks were burnt burnt was her diadem Beset with stones most rich and many a gemme Up flies the fume abroad the flame extends And Vulcans violence to th' roof ascends This was a hideous sight hard to endure For fame and fates did glorious things assure From her yet that she should fierce battels breed But these strange sights the carefull king with speed Brings to his father Faunus auguries In great Albuna's grove there to advise In which wide wood a sacred spring did glide Misty mephitis with foule fogs doth bide Hither all Italie Oenotria land Do still repaire dark doubts to understand Here when the priest the presents being paid On slain sheeps skins by night to sleep is laid And falls asleep in sleep strange visions views Heares various voices conference does use And speech to sprites from th' Acherontine lake Here when as grave Latinus prayers did make For faire replies and many sheep being slain Prostrate upon the skins he did remain And from the wood these words he heard most plain Faire sonne forbeare thy daughter deare to wed To native Latines shun their marriâ—ge bed I have new forrain sonnes in law whose race Our name and fame unto the starres shall grace Whose noble seed each sublunary thing Which Sol beholds shall to subjection bring And rule and over-rule These plain replies Of 's father Faunus and his counsel wise Latinus locks not up in silent sort But of it flying fame makes loud report Throughout all Italie And now at last The Trojan youths their fleet made firmly fast Against the grassy banks Aeneas then And faire Iulus flower of all his men With his couragious captains in degree Repose their bodies under a great tree Then on the grasse they set their cheere and cakes Made of good meal whereof each one partakes But for so Iove by th' Harpyes had decreed Were fain at last on mountain-fruits to feed And this food failing they were forc'd to eat The crums and scraps of refuse bread and meat And with their hands to break all hungerbit The sacred food for other use more fit Nor spared they their trenchers broad whereby Iulus said See sirs strange penurie Which even our tables hath devoured quite Nor more did he allude but with quick sight At his first words his father did foresee Of all his travells now an end to be And intercepted the first words he spake And at his fates amaz'd forth straight he brake Into these words Faire fate-given land all hail And you Troyes Gods whose faith ne're yet did fail Here 's here 's our countrey happy habitation For now I well remember this relation Of these hid fates my father made to me When thou deare sonne sayes he ariv'd shalt be On a strange land and famine thee shall force Thy meat all spent to have sharp-set recourse To sacred cates then there thou mayst expect To ease thy vvearie limbes there to erect Safe seats and with strong hand thy state protect This was that dearth that last affrighting ill Which should all future feare and mischief kill Be stirring then betimes by break of day And scout about each part and place survay What houses and inhabitants you finde Thus from the port all severall vvayes let 's winde And now full cups to Iove let 's drink and pray To old Anchises and in goblets gay Set wine upon the board Thus having said With gallant garlands he his head aray'd Then invocates Apollo Tellus faire The mother of the Gods and nymphs most rare And the yet unknown flouds and obscure night And nightly rising starres by solemne rite And Ida's Iove and 's Phrygian mother faire His parents both in hell and heaven which are And now all-potent Iupiter on high From heaven thrice thundred but auspiciously And in his hand a fierie cloud did shake VVhich did a radiant golden lustre make Here 'mongst the Trojan troops straight rumours rofe That now 's the time they cities should compose Busily therefore banquets they prepare And full of vvine by
trembling groves rebounds And made the mounts and thickest woods to quake Farre sounding shrill even to Diana's lake And Nars white floud sulphurous streams it heard And Velines fount And mothers much affear'd Their tender infants hug'd close to their breast Then to the call which the hags horn exprest The rigid Corydons unruly clowns With snatcht-up weapons flockt from all the towns The Trojan gallants also forth do flow And from their camps to aid Ascanius go Their armie they draw out but not to fight With countrey clownish clubs brands burning bright But with their slicing swords and all the lands Tremble to see their glistring blades brave bands Their brazen shields reflected lustre bright Against the sun which seem'd the clouds to smite Like as when waves seem white by windes first blast But by degrees the sea swells up at last The waves work from the bottome up so high As that they seem fiercely to dash the skie Here at first on-set Tyrrhus eldest sonne A lusty youth Alâ—on by name begun To taste of death by a swift arrows flight VVhich stuck in 's throat and did him deadly smite Stopping his vocall breath locking up fast His vitall spirits by much bloud forth cast Many more bodies lay about him slain And grave Galesus striving to obtain And mediate peace between them one well known For 's upright dealings to give place to none The richest landed man in Italie Five flocks of sheep he kept most constantly Five herds of cattell and to till his land An hundred plows Now whilest with equall hand The field they fought and that the hagge did finde The issue answerable to her minde The warre with both sides bloud initiated And mischief firmly at first machinated She Italie forsakes mounts up to th' skie And like a conqueresse superciliously Speaks thus to Iuno See great madam see With deadly discord they so fired be That though thy self wouldst them reduce to peace Yet they from mutuall bloudshed would not cease So soyl'd are Trojans with Italians bloud Yet this I 'le adde if so thou think'st it good Th' adjacent towns I 'le so incense to warres By rumours rais'd and to most frantick jarres So move promove their mindes that all about To auxiliarie broyles they shall burst out O no sayes Iuno thou hast shown thy self With art and smart enough the furies elf Warres seeds well sown well grown already be What chance had dipt fresh bloud hath dy'd I see Such marriage matches may Latinus wise And Venus godly off-spring solemnize But as for thee great Iupiter heavens Lord No longer liberty will thee afford To flie about the aire Back to thy place If any work remain in this like case I 'le see to it my self Thus Iuno spake Alecto then her forthwith did betake To her snake-fluttering wings leaving the skie And to Cocytus swiftly she doth flie I' th' midst of Italie there is a place On mountains high of noble name and grace Deep sacred valleys with huge leafy shades Which woody banks upon both sides invades In midst whereof a rough swift stream did glide Which did with ratling noise from rocks down slide Here fearfull Pluto's gaping gulf was found A dungeon dark there 'twixt deep cleaving ground Was a huge hellish hole whose chaps most wide Did fierce Alectos hatefull presence hide Where she to heavens and earths content did ' bide Meanwhile queen Iuno plies her helping hand T' increase the furious warre throughout the land Great troops of shepherds to the citie throng And slain Galesus body bring along And youthfull Almons and their Gods for aid And king Latinus urgently they pray'd Turnus was present at their exclamation Ingeminating threats makes protestation With fire and sword to ruinate them all Since into league he did the Trojans call And joyn himself unto the Phrygian race But him rejected with indigne disgrace Those wives also whom Bacchus frantick dance For they queen Amata did high advance Led in mad measures through the woods most wide Flocking in troops would not be reconcil'd But urge for arms and instantly require VVith peevish spirits 'gainst the Gods desire And former fatall omens bloudy fight And thus hedge in the kings court with fierce might He like a rock resistlesse firm stood out Like a sea-rock when stiffe blasts blow about Making such mountain-waves with bellowing sound And ratling stones and boyling foam surround And wash and dash in vain the rocks hard sides And floating flags and weeds about it glides But when no might might their blinde wills subdue And to her beck fierce Iuno all things drew The king to 's Gods and emptie aire complains Alas sayes he we suffer piercing pains We run to ruine fatall storms us beat But fierce revenge does you vile wretches threat Your sacrilegious bloud shall for it pay And vvofull smart does for thee Turnus stay And thou in vain unto thy Gods shalt pray But I at rest my house my haven vvho thought Am rob'd of rest to woes sepulchre brought Hereat he ceast and him to 's house betook And publick rule and regiment forsook The custome was throughout all Italie Which custome Albanes towns kept sacredly And now great Rome conserves vvhen first they vvage Fierce vvarres and Mars in battels brave engage Either vvith Scythians or Arabians bold Or eastern lands or Indies fraught vvith gold Or Parthians proud to purchase glorious fame There are two vvarre-gates for so is their name Of sacred use of Martiall terrour great An hundred brazen locks and bolts most neat And iron barres do shut them sure and straight And two-fac'd Ianus porter there doth wait These gates vvhen once the peeres do vvarre declare The noble consuls self in robes most rare In princely pomp Gabinian garments tide With mighty screeking noise doth open wide And vvarre proclaims then troops of youths do follow And sound assent vvith brazen trumpets hollow Latinus thus vvas charged urgently With furious vvarres Aeneas to defie To ope those fatall gates vvich he deni'de And vvould not that offensive office ' bide But hid himself good man in discontent In secret shades vvould give no such consent Then jangling Iuno gliding from the skie With her own hands unlocked instantly The lazie doores and breaks the iron barres And turns the hinges and sets open vvarres Thus Italie vvhich lately lay at rest Now unincited is to vvarre addrest Some flock as footmen to the field to fight Some hasty horsemen make dust dim the light All ask for arms some take their speares and shields And with fat tallow scoure them for the fields And vvhet their bills and blades on whetstones strong For ensignes spread and trumps alar'ms they long Five powerfull cities do in forges frame New weapons for the vvarre which five by name VVere potent Atina and Tybur bold Ardea Crustumer and Antemnae old Strong for its bulwarks brave Some helmets make And buckler bosses wreath some corslets take Of strong-proofe steel light boots with silver lin'd And now the
assembled at Circean games And how new warres did suddenly arise Unto the Romanes Cures Tatius wise And how at last contentions laid aside Those armed kings about Ioves shrine did ' bide Wâ—â—h bowls in hand and having slain a swine As kinde confederates did in league combine Not farre from thence Metius was pictured By horses torn and quit dismembered But thou Albanus stoodst not to thy word And all the bowels of that lying lord Tullus tore out and drag'd them through the wood And all the briers besprinckled with his bloud How king Porsenna charg'd Rome to re-take Their banisht Tarquine and how for his sake The citie with a hard siege he did crush When on their swords for freedome Romanes rush There you might see him rage and threat and fret 'Cause Cocles durst the bridge break down and get How captiv'd Chlaelia having broke his bands Swamme o're the river stoutly with her hands How on the top of high Tarpeia's tower Brave Manlius stood and with undanted power The temple and the Capitol defended And all the reed-thatcht palace that ascended Did tumble down and the white-feathered goose In the guilt gallery cackling fluttering loose Frighted the French and their approach discride Whom clambering up thick bushes did so hide And benefit of black night aid therein That they got up and so the towre did win Whom goldy locks and golden garments decks With purple jackets and their milk-white necks With bracelets grac'd in hand two Alpine speares A long shield o're his corps each souldier beares The dancing Salii Pâ—ns priests naked quite VVool-wearing Flamines Numa's target slight VVhich fell from heaven were curiously set out And how the modest matrons bare about In easie coaches their most sacred rites Aloof from these were horrid hells affrights Black Pluto's gates and damned soules dire pains And thou base Catiline hungst there in chains On a steep tumbling rock with Furies jaws Frighted But Cato giving wholesome laws Sate 'mongst the good in a sequestred place Betwixt both these sea-waves with golden face Did run abroad and boyl'd-up froth most white About were dolphins grav'd in silver bright In circles with their tails the billows sweeping And cutting through the waves their courseâ— keeping In midst of whom you guilded ships might see How Martiall sports yearely solemniz'd be How all Leucates with fierce warres did sweat And waves of seas like gold to glister neat And how Augustus Caesar by warres might With Latiums peeres and people ruled right His small and great Gods his tall ship ascending From his faire brows two glistring flames extending And o're his head his fathers starre most bright On th' other side Agrippa with great might With friendly Gods and gales his armie led His Martiall ensignes being bravely spread Sea-conquest garlands garnishing his head How with Barbarian aid Antonius great In various conquests did Romes foes defeat And 'mongst the Indies black and Aegypt long By red-sea shores and orient forces strong T' increase his strength all Asia to him drew Whom Cleopatra shamefull did pursue All rusht together the whole sea did seem Wrought up with winding oares thick froth to steam The foredecks one another dashing fast And to the ocean thus they get at last thou 'dst think the isles rous'd up did swim and meet That mightie mountains did high mountains greet With so great strength men strenuously did strive Their towering vessels close to force and drive Wild-fire from hands steel-shafts from bows are sped New broiles on Neptunes soiles do die seas red The queen i' th' midst her troops with trump doth cheere As yet her fatall snakes do not appeare But all the rout of monstrous Gods meere fiends Yea barking Anubis his weapons bends Against great Neptune Pallas Venus faire Amidst their troops mad Mars doth stamp and stare Carv'd in a garbe of steel and horrid hagges Sent by great Iove and Discord in torn rags Skips jocand 'mongst them whom Bellona fierce Follows with bloudie whips their hearts to pierce Actian Apollo these things well did eye Straight bent his bow at them from heaven let flie Whereat in terrour all th' Aegyptian rout Arabians Indians and Sabaeans stout Turn'd backs and fled the queen herself also Was heard to wish for windes hoise sails and go Yea flie full fast slackning the ropes and sail The black-fire furious God with Western gale And tydie-waves her looking gastly white With feare of future death amidst the fight Did drive along but yet against the same With mightie body weeping Nilus came Opening her bosome calling back again Her thus surprised and quite conquered men Into her livid lap and unfound springs But Caesar conquerour of these adverse things Thrice born in triumph 'bout Romes royall walls His everlasting vow to minde recalls To his Italian Gods doth sacrifice And through the citie with great joy likewise Three hundred temples built the streets throughout Do ring with sports and peoples joyfull shout Each temple fill'd with dancing matrons faire About the altars singing songs most rare And every altar fraught with heifers slain Caesar himself i' th' temple did remain Of pure Apollo in the porch most white And of the nations gifts taking full sight Fits the rich posts with choice of royall spoiles The captives conquer'd in the warres turmoiles Are led along in speech as different As in their habits arms and ornament Here mudling Mulciber had cast in brasse Fierce Scythians and black Moores in gowns to passe Here Caraeans Lelages Gelonians stout Skilfull in casting darts he pictur'd out And here Euphrates streams did smoothly glide And French Morinians who remote reside Two-corner'd Rhine undanted Daians stout Araxes swift o're his bridge swelling out These rarities of Vulcan in his shield His mothers gift cause of much wonder yeeld The things unknown the figures him affect Friends fame and fates he beares with choice respect An end of the eighth book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the nineth book Whiles on both sides the state thus stands Of their affaires Juno commands Turnus to hasten 'gainst his foe The Trojans ships to overthrow By flinging fire into the fleet But Jove does with their project meet And turns the ships into nymphs shapes Two friends go forth but neither scapes Trojans their camps do bravely hold A scanius kills Numanus bold Pell-mell they fight but Turnus stout Bitias and Pandar puts to rout And Trojans from their trenches beats But tyr'd with troops he thence retreats ANd now whiles thus th' â—ffaires on both sides stand Iuno from heaven sent Iris out of hand To supine Turnus who took up his seat I' th' sacred dale of Pilumns grove most great To whom Thaumantias with faire face thus said Turnus behold what none o' th' Gods though pray'd Durst ere have promis'd time now profers free Aeneas leaving all behinde for thee Câ—mp mates and fleet to king Euander's gon Yet rests not so but farther is past on To Corits utmost confines Lydians strong With rustick wrath in
Thy coach forsook'st and triptst up thine own heels Thus having said the coach in hand he takes Th' unhappie brother prostrate fall'ne down quakes Holds up his trembling hands thus does intreat Now by thy self and by thy parents great Who thee begat Troyes prince so great so good O spare thy suppliants life spill not his bloud O sir sayes he these words you us'd not late Die then let brothers brothers sociate Then with his sword his breast he opened wide And from 's hearts hollow caves his soule did glide Thus through the fields this Trojan victour made Great slaughters like fierce flouds which banks invade Or blustring windes so did he rage about Th'enclosed Trojans now also break out And leave their camps and young Ascanius brave VVith his green sparks them valiantly behave Though late in vain besieg'd Things resting so Iove of himself does to his Iuno go And thus sayes to her See my sister kinde And speciall spouse most gratefull to my minde Venus thou seest even as thou didst suppose Nor art deceiv'd supports thy Trojan foes Their boldest hearts strong hands nor patience stout VVarres woes t' endure could not alone hold out To whom thus humbly Iuno did reply Why O my Pheere most deare ah tell me why Dost thou my grieved heart more grieve which quakes And at thy bitter piercing words even akes O if thou lov'd'st me now as formerly If as 't were fit thou hadst first fervencie Great Iove thou this request wouldst grant to me My Turnus from the fight withdrawn to see That to his father Daunus him I might Safely restore But let him fall i' th' fight And be a pious prey to Trojans base Yet is he sprung from our celestiall race Pilumnus was his sire i' th' fourth descent Thine altars he with hand munificent And many gallant gifts enriched hath To whom olympus king thus briefly saith If thou desirest present deaths delay And the death-marked youths dire fall to stay And think'st I may the same procrastinate Let Turnus flie then from his present fate This onely distance must thy minde suffice But if thy prayers to higher hopes arise And that thou think'st he may be wholly freed From chance of warre or what fates have decreed May altered be thou but vain hopes dost feed To whom thus Iuno full of teares replies But what if Iove what he in words denies Would grant in heart and Tâ—rnus life make sure Now he most guiltlesse must hard hap endure Or I no truth do know but rather I Could wish thou wouldst my fond feare falsâ—fie And as thou canst convert all to the best Thus having now each way her votes exprest From heaven she forthwith flies to earth descends Storms flie before her clouds she 'bout her bends Thus through the aire to Trojan bands she flew And to th' Italian tents she nearer drew The Goddesse then in concave cloud did frame A forcelesse shade most thin to seem the same With brave Aeneas shape a most strange sight And fraught it faire with Trojan arms most bright A plumy helm fit for his sacred head A shield which his most nearely patterned Yea gives it windie words a senselesse sound And goodly gate like one walking profound Much like those shapes which walk they say being dead Or those fallacious dreams in snorting bed The frolick figure brags before the bands And Turnus tempts to shew the strength of 's hands And him with speech provokes whom Turnus straight Assails aloof and with represselesse hate A whisling dart casts at it instantly The shadow turns its back away doth flie Turnus supposing now Aeneas fled Nourisht vain hope which thus he uttered Aeneas whither fly'st thou do n't forsake Thy spouse betroth'd to whom thou vows didst make This hand of mine shall give thee lands so sought And thus he follows him in word as thought Brandishing his bright blade but could not finde How these vain joyes were but puffe toyes of winde As thus he past by chance a ship he spi'de To a rocks rigid bank most fitly ty'de Whereto a ladder for ascent did stand For a sea-voyage fitted out of hand In which Osinius king from Clusium came Aeneas fearfull figure in this same Cast it self quickly there it hidden lay Which Turnus following cuts off every stay Nimbly ascends the top scarce did he take Footing i' th' ship but Iuno quickly brake The fastning cable launcht the ship from shore Which with full sail into the ocean bore Meanwhile Aeneas with a bloudy fight Seeks up and down his foe thus out of sight And multitudes of men him meeting slayes But now the nimble shade no longer stayes Hid in its holes but vanisht into th' aire And when to th' midst o th' sea storms Turnus bare Ignorant of these things for 's life ingrate He looks about to th' heavens doth elevate After this manner both his hands and heart Almightie Iove deem'st thou it my desert To suffer such a shame a scourge so great Ah whither go I vvhence make I retreat What flight is this vvhom do I thus forsake Shall I not once more yet my self betake To Laurents walls and warres What now alas VVill to my troops of souldiers come to passe VVhich followed me in fight vvhom impious I Have left alone a thousand deaths to die For now me thinks I heare and see them all Dying and crying as they wounded fall VVhat shall I do vvhat land me live can swallow But oh ye windes do ye me rather follow VVith pitying puffs this Turnus does you pray VVith gladsome minde O cast this bark away On rocks or sands where Rutuls may not see Or tainted fame may never follow me Thus moaning up and down thoughts ebbe and flow What to resolve to do he does not know Or madly slay himself for such disgrace And in his corps his bloudy blade to case Or headlong into th' sea himself to cast And so by swimming to get land at last And landing to the Trojan troops to hie Thrice both these wayes he did attempt to trie And thrice great Iuno his attempts did hinder Pitying the young prince with indulgence tender Thus on he sails with prosperous winde and tide At last at 's father Daunus town did ' bide Meanwhile by Ioves advise Mezentius stout Comes forth to fight and Trojans all about Joyning in good successe does now invade The Trojan troops who to him joyntly made And all at once at one alone they flie Their hands and hate do this one man defie But he much like a rock 'gainst mightie waves Withstands the furie of windes bigge outbraves Layes ope his rigid fides'gainst billows great And all the rage that seas or skies can threat It self unmov'd remains he 's even so And Dolichaons sonne did overthrow Hebrus with whom he Latagus did slay And Palmus as he from him ran away But Latagus he with a stone most great Even with a mountains part his brains out beat Palmus his hammes and legs he cut off
those also of noblest birth and bloud To shew our mindes and make conditions good And olive-boughs of peace to hold in hand And precious presents of our wealthie land And talents of good gold and ivorie A chaire of state and robe of majestie Rites of our realm Then let me heare I pray Your counsel our declining state to stay Then forenam'd wrathfull Drances whom deep spight And oblique envie at great Turnus hight Did vex with bitter bites most rich in state Richer in words but warres to animate Most cold and cowardly yet held to be For solid counsel in a prime degree A seedsman of dissension puft with pride Of his nobilitie by th'mothers side His fathers stock unknown he up does rise Thus poures out words and puts in enmities Good king thou counsellest things throughly known Such as will want best suffrages of none Such as even all do know they feel and finde But what they wish they winde up close in minde Let him then give me libertie to speak Let him lay by his pride whose dealings weak If not most wicked and unhappie deeds For though he death and danger threat I needs Must speak my minde so many peeres have slain And all our citie made in teares complain And whiles that he assayes scarcely assails The Trojan trenches and us therein fails Trusting his heels thrusting all else in arms Even frighting heaven and earth with fierce alarms Let one thing more be added I thee pray To all those gifts which thou to send didst say Adde this one more great king Let not the heat Of any's rage make thee from this retreat But give thy daughter to conclude all strife To such a sonne most worthy such a wife Thus mayst thou tie this peace with endlesse bands But if thy heart on feare and trembling stands We 'le him intreat and for this to him sue To yeeld our king his right our state its due And why shouldst thou so oftentimes expose Our wretched natives to such certain woes Thou head and heart of Latiums miserie Even thou O Turnus no securitie Can be in battells therefore peace we crave Therefore we all firm pledge of peace would have I first whom thou indeed doâ—t think thy foe And much I care not if I sure be so I humbly pray thee pitie our poore plight Doffe thy high thoughts be gone since put to flight For we have seen too many bodies slain Too many and too great lands spoil'd and ta'ne But if thee fame so spurre strength so incite If in the princesse thou so much delight Venture thy self to combate with thy foe That Turnus may a queen for 's wife get so We pessants unbewail'd unburied train About the fields will silently remain Thou then if any Martiall spirit thou have Shew it 'gainst him who now does thee out-brave This speech young Tâ—rnus rage exasperatâ—s He sighs and then these words evaporateâ— Drances thou ever drayn'st out flouds of words Even then when there 's farre greater need of swords Thou wilt be foremost at a parliament But talk is not for court convenient Which thou being safe with full mouth from thee flies While there 's a wall 'twixt thee and th' enemies And whiles with bloud dikes do not overflow Thunder as 't is thy wont with babling so And taunt and tax me then of cowardize When Drances also hath heapt in a trice So many Trojan bodies by him slain And bravely can the field about maintain Triumphant with rich trophies Then thou mayst Thy vigorous valour trie if ought thou hast Nor needst thou look farre off to finde thy foes They stand about us and our walls enclose Let 's out against them why dost thou delay What wilt thou still Mars in thy mouth display Or in those heels of thine flying like winde Did I e're flie O thou of most base minde Can any truely tax me so whose blade With Trojan bloud Tyber o'râ—flow hath made Who ruined have Euanders stock and state And strongly did th' Arcadians denudate Of all their arms Bitias and Pandarus Though e're so strong I think ne're found it thus And all those mulâ—itudes whom in one day Clos'd in their town and hedg'd in every way I to black Tartar sent victoriously In war-fare sure there is no safetie But frantick fool go sing thy slanderous song To Troyes Aeneas it does best belong To him and thy base state Proceed then still All things with thy most impious feares to fill Extoll the strength of a twice vanquisht nation And make on th' other side vile valuation Of Latines powers And now it must be said That Greeks great peeres of Trojans are afraid And Diomedes and Achilles stout And that Aufidus fierce turns back in doubt Into the Adriatick sea to fall This arts-master of lies and envious gall Feignes himself fearfull all because of me My fault must by his feare imbittered be But feare not fool such base bloud ne're shall stain This hand of mine safe to thy self remain But now to thee great fire and thine affaires I glad return If in our coasts and cares And future force all hope be past and spent If so forlorn for one poore hard event If one repulse hath us quite ruinated And fortune never can be restaurated Let 's then pray peace in submisse trembling feare Though O I wish there yet some reliques were Of wonted valour O 'bove all the rest I him admire most fortunate and blest For all his toiles for his renowned might In that he liv'd not of these woes t' have fight He bravely stoopt to death fear'd not his wound But dying conquer'd when he bit the ground But if we have both wealth and worth and hearts Unstain'd with cowardize to flie from darts If Latiums towns and people can bring aid If Trojans pride hath been with much bloud paid And that their slain and warre-tempestuous showers Have if not more been equall full with ours Why faint we at the first i' th' doore fall dead Why for th' alarm seem we thus basely fled Much toile and times various vicissitude Mans mutable estate do oft conclude In sweet content Fortune re-smiles on them Whom she before threw from a diadem Will neither Greeks nor Arpians us aid But yet Messapus will he 's not afraid Nor fortunate Tolumnius that brave king Nor all those lords which mightie troops do bring Nor is 't a petty praise to have choice bands From Italie and stout Laurentums lands Then from the nation of the Volscians brave The princesse rare Camilla faire we have Leading her troops of horse in armour bright But if with me alone Trojans would fight If this will please if I alone withstand The publicke good I ne're yet found this hand So void of victorie that I should e're For so great hope the greatest task forbeare I full of courage will my foe go finde And though he had Achilles mightie minde And had such arms as he by Vulcan drest Yet I even Turnus equall to
Chorineus vext full sore Snatcht up an altar fire-brand bravely met Ebusus coming in a furious fret And smiting at him whom he swift doth chase And thrusts the flaming fire-brand in his face Which cing'd his haire and broad beard all about And sent a mightie stench and savour out Then this his trembling foe doth with him close Lugs him by 's locks and gives him more full blows Forcing him on his knees fells him to th' ground And through his side his sword his heart doth wound Then Podalirius with a slicing blade Alsus a famous shepherd did invade Pressing on forward in the vantguard brave Whom Alsus such a knock with 's battle-ax gave As cleft his head to th' chin sprinkling all-o're With his deep broached and out-gushing gore Rough rest and steel-given sleep do shut his sight And close his eyes up in eternall night But great Aeneas stretcht his unarm'd hand As he bare-headed without helm did stand And calls aloud to 's mates O whither flock y◠Why with this creeping jarre our peace thus mock ye O pacifie your rage conditions faire And good conclusions for us fixed are 'T is I alone must now the battell trie O then give way to me all false feares flie For with this hand I will corroborate This peace and Turnus troubles terminate As he thus spake ere he had ended all Behold a whisling dart did fiercely fall And light upon the prince uncertain whence From whose strong hand what stormie violence What fate what fortune should the Rutuls raise To such high honour unexpected praise The glorie of the fact lies rak't up yet Not one dares bragge that he Aeneas hit When Turnus saw Aeneas leave the field And all his troubled troops much ground to yeeld With hastie hope his heart begins to flame He calls for horses longs to fight for fame And proudly prauncing in his chariot high To his loose reins gives ample libertie And many a valiant souldier fiercely flying He sends to Styx and many leaves half dying And either teares them with his chariot-wheel Or bores their flying backs with darts of steel Like as when bloudy Mars with his strong shield Doth check cold Hebers flouds and makes them yeeld And waging warre his furious steeds sends out Who swifte◠then West-windes flies all about The Martiall field and with their trampling strong Do shake large Thraces confines all along Frighted about with shapes of damping dread Wrath rage and plots the God accompanied Thus agile Turnus ' midst of all the fight His sweatie smoaking steeds drives on a sight Wofull to see how he insulting goes And gluts his sword with his thick slaughtered foes Dying their horrid hoofs with dews of bloud Mixing both sand and gore like morter-mud And now he slew Sthenelus Thamyris And Polus fierce to death he doth dismisse Meeting now this now that resisting foe Fighting farre-off farre-off he meets also Imbrasus sonnes Lades and Glaucus strong Whom Imbrasus himself had nurs'd up long In Lycia and alike with arms them fraught And horse or foot-fight expertly them taught Upon another part Eumedes stout Amidst the thickest ranks flies all about Famous in warre by kindred of great fame Stout Dolons sonne right of his grandsires name In strength and courage parents paralell Who once in valour did so farre excell That he a scout to th' Grecian camp would go If they 'd on him Achilles coach bestow But Diomedes did his boldnesse pay And with another price sent him away Of great Achilles chariot frustrate quite Whom Turnus spying a farre-off in fight Ere he went farre pursu'd him at the heel And stopt his passage with his nimble steel Whereat he stayes his steeds from 's coach descends And to his half-dead falne-down foe he bends Sets his foot on his neck drawes out his blade Dy'd it in 's throat and this moreover said See Trojan see the land so long time sought See Italie which thou with bloud hast bought Now lie and meat it out Here 's all their gain Which me to warre thus boldly dare constrain Thus to themselves a citie they erect A dart he then did furiously direct Against his mate Asbustes Chlores next Sybaris and Daretes he perplext Thersilochus with him Thymoetes strong Whose starting jade on ground laid him along As when Aedonian Northern blasts do blow Aegean roaring surges do o'reflow VVave following wave thick rolling to the shore As puffes do push them and i' th' skies all-o're Clouds sleet about so Turnus turbulent Makes armies flie which way soe're he went And turns troops headlong back force makes him stout And blasts his fluttering plumes do puffe about But Phegeus fierce no longer could abide His sturdie stomack and insulting pride But to the coach he comes with courage bold And with his hand upon the reins layes hold To stay the foamie horses furious pace And to divert them to some other place As thus he 's drawn and on his horse-main hangs A mightie speare upon his armour clangs And pierc'd his double plated corslet brave And on the top of 's skin a wound him gave He hereupon safe cover'd with his shield Makes at his foe pursues him in the field VVith his drawn-sword for surerer safetie VVho with the chariot wheels velocitie And swift driven axle-tree was headlong cast Down to the ground whom Turnus follows fast A lights and 'twixt his helm and gorgets brim With his sharp sword straight way beheaded him Leaving his headlesse carcase on the sand As thus i'th'field Turnus doth victour stand Mnestheus Achates kinde Ascanius faire Bleeding Aeneas bring with grief and care Into his tent who walking with weak strides And resting on a strong staffe which him guides He 's sorely vext strives with all urgencie The speare and head to pluck forth totally Which since he could not he desires their aid To take the nearest way cure might be made And with a blade the flesh to lance more wide Which did the arrows head so deeply hide And thus to get it out and him again To send to th'field the combate to maintain And now Iäpix came old Iasus sonne Who with Apollo from all others won The praise and prize in his most deep affection Once taken with his love by kinde aspection And thereupon upon him did bestow Accurate arts and sciences to know Hid auguries rare musick archers praise But he his bed-red-fathers wasting dayes Long to prolong himself did most apply To studie physick and plants secrecie And such like silent and lesse honoured art Aeneas still extreamly vext at heart Leans on a mightie lance with many a youth And young Iülus full of feare and ruth All shedding teares but he unmoved stood Then old Iäpix like a surgeon good Tying a linen apron him before Of salves and physick herbes he brings forth store Whose power Apollo had unto him taught These faintly he appli'de but none well wrought All prov'd in vain in vain he trialls made With hand with pinching pinsers to give aid And