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
Our princely wedlock now doth stiffe withstand And in her kingdome kindly entertains One sir Aeneas who her solely gains This petty Paris and his stragling trains Of beardlesse boyes effeminately gay With coifs and perfum'd haire these steal the prey But we who fill thy temples with oblations Seem onely fame to feed with vain frustrations Iupiter heares him venting these events Before the altars views his discontents And to the princely palace turns his eyes Sees how these lovers fairer fame despise Mercurie therefore straight he call'd and said Be gone faire sonne with wings and windes swift aid Haste to the Trojan prince who now at Tyre Wastes time and doth not fate-given crowns acquire Haste through the aire and tell him this from me His sacred mother promis'd not that he Should such a person prove nor for this cause Was he twice ransom'd from Greeks griping paws But that he should once rule all Italie Italie big with crowns with conquests high And should advance brave Teucers noble race And the whole world under his orders place But if these glories great him nought inflame And that he 's loath to labour for such fame Yet shall the father envie's sonnes renown And must Ascâ—nius loose his Româ—ne crown What means he vvhat 's his hope in a foes lands VVhy his Ausonian race Lavinian strands Neglects he thus Let him to sea here 's all For this I thee my messenger do call Thus Iove His sacred sire he straight obeyes His charge to discharge shakes off all delayes His vvingy shoes of gold he buckles on Which with faire plumes for expedition Bare him aloft quite over sea and land VVith a swift gale Then quick he takes his wand VVith which he calls the hideous soules from hell And others sends to Tartars dungeon fell He gives bereaves sweet sleep from death preserves Therewith he drives the windes and with wing'd nerves Swims through the clustring clouds and now in 's flight Of craggy Atlas tops and sides hath sight Of Atlas whose huge height the heavens doth prop On whose pine-bearing head black clouds do stop And daily's girt oft dasht with winde and rain Thick drifts of snow do on his shoulders drain Then down his aged chin quick flouds do flow VVith frosty ice his beard doth grisly grow Cyllenius fluttering vvings first staid him here And headlong hence to th' vvaves his corps doth beare Much like a bird vvhich 'bout the shores and sides Of fishfull rocks vvith hoverings smoothly glides Above the vvaves about the banks even so Cyllenian Mercurie did to and fro Flutter o're sea and land and vvindes did slice And Libya's sandy shores toucht in a trice His vvingy feet no sooner did alight On Tyrian towers but straight he saw in sight Aeneas forts to raise rooms to repaire And he himself girt vvith a hanger rare With yellow jasper stones like starres bedeckt And a rich sword in cloaths of rich respect A mantle on his corps cast carelesly Which rarely shew'd of Tyrian purple die VVhich gorgeous gifts rich Dido's self had made And in the vveaving threads of gold in-laid Him he encounters thus Dost thou build high Great Carthage towers dost thou uxoriously Settle this citie faire O carelesse minde Of thine affaires a promis'd crown to finde The king of Gods vvhose power shakes earth and heaven Sent me from skies to thee this charge vvas given Thus now to say What buildings dost thou reare What loytring hopes in Libya's land appeare Though thou thy self neglect so glorious fates Though so high honour thee nought animates Yet for high springing young Ascâ—niâ—â— sake Thy hopefull heire Iülus some care take To vvhom faire Iliums crown Romes royall fear As debt are due This said Cylleniâ—â— great Amidst these vvords from mortals view departed And farre from sight into the aire vvas darted But yet this sight Aeneas mad amaz'd Made him stand mute his haire vvith horrour rais'd In staring state burnt vvith desire of flight And quick to leave this land of high delight VVith these fore-vvarnings and the Gods command Stunded Alas vvhat should he take in hand VVith vvhat circumlocutions might he dare This to th' enamoured queen now to declare VVhere might he first begin to break his minde His thoughts now here now there vvere puft like winde In strict distractive parts turn'd all about At last these vvrastling thoughts thus end the doubt Mnestheus Sergestus and Cloanthus vvise He calls to him and closely did advise The fleet to fit his mates to send to shore Arms to provide and this to colour o're VVith some prâ—text himself in the mean while Since his deare Dido knew not of this wile Nor fear'd least fraction in such settled loves Labours accesse to her fit seasons proves Kindely to treat vvith her a gladsome end To gain to his designes They all them bend Swiftly and gladly their due tasks to tend But Dido found oh vvho can love delude Foresaw these guiles and their first motions view'd All stillnes still mistrusts That impious fame Blabbed to her th' increase of furies flame Told her the ships vvere rig'd the voyage vow'd Her deaded heart incens'd she raves aloud Doth madly through the citie drunkardize Even as it is the Bacchanalian guise VVhen at great Bacchus his trienniall sport Rude troops in drunken dances do resort And so solemnize every sacred rite Cithaeron echoning clamours loud by night At last she thus even of her own accord Speaks to Aeneas Faithlesse oh abhor'd And didst thou hope to play the counterfeit And couldst thou vvork so great so grosse a cheat VVouldst thou so slily hence have stoln away Could neither our love nor plighted faith thee stay Nor wofull Dido dying stop thy flight But even in vvinter weathers dangerous plight Thou must to ship and oh hard heart set sail Driven on vvith many a boystrous Northern gale What though thou sought'st no other unknown place Or forrain parts or Troy stood in best case Must thou thy Troy through furious vvaves procure Fly'st thou from me Ah now I thee adjure By these my teares and by thine own right hand Since I poore soule have nought else at command O by our vvedlock nuptiall rites begun If I have well deserv'd by ought yet done Or ought of mine were ever sweet to thee O of my tottering state now tender be If yet my prayers may penetrate thy heart Ah change thy minde oh do not hence depart For thy sake Libyas land and tyrants fierce Of Africa vvould me vvith mischief pierce For thee my Tyrians are vvith me offended For thee my shame my fame 's extinct and blended My fame by which I once was rais'd to th' skie To vvhom dost thou me leave now like to die Ah unkinde guest For now no more I may Thee husband call Why longer do I stay What till Pygmalion all my towns destroy Or till Iarbas captiv'd-me annoy Oh yet at least had I before thy flight Enjoy'd a childe by thee oh if I might Have had a
it stood a mightie open gate With adamantine pillars set in view Such as nor Gods nor men could cut or hew By strength or art a brazen tovvre stood high Where Tisiphone fierce sate usually In bloudy robes and night and day did guard And watch the way From hence was eas'ly heard Great groans and moans of screeking smart and pains And rumbling noise of shackling iron chains Aeneas stood amaz'd dampt with that din And said Faire lady tell me what 's within What damned soules what plagues what hideous cries Are those I heare To whom she thus replies Brave Trojan prince no upright man may dwell In this nefarious nest of damned hell But me when as Proserpina me made Hells governesse she taught and open layd The plagues which Gods inflict shew'd me them all Here 's sayth she Rhadamanthus horrid hall Where he corrects and findes out knaveries Forcing confession of all villanies And when they hope to scape with foolish joy At last in death he plagues them with annoy Then Tisiphone in one hand a whip Revenge fully makes guiltie soules to skip With furious lashes holding stinging snakes In th' other hand which greater tortures makes Calling for all her furious sisters aid At last the sacred gates huge screeking made And opened wide Seest thou sayes she to him What looks look on us what a guard most grim Sits at the porch see horrid Hydra's seat With fiftie snaky heads and gape-mouths great Then hell it self full twice as broad and deep Downward as heaven upward beheld is steep Here Titans youthfull troop earths aged race By thunder thrown down sunk to th' deepest place And here the bastard-giant twinnes I saw Which with their hands meant heaven to scale and draw Great Iupiter from his supernall seat I saw Salmoneâ—s suffering tortures great For he Ioves lightning needs would imitate And rattling thunder being born in state Upon foure horses shaking flames of fire Making Greek towns and countreys him admire In triumph drawn in frantick arrogance Himself with Ioves due honour to advance Whiles he heaven inimitable fire By sounding brasse and horn-hooft steeds desire To counterfeit in their most swift careeres But mighty Iove to whom this soon appeares Through thickest clouds dasht out a deadly dart Nor could his torches nor bright fierie art Assist and headlong in a storm him slew There also might you mighty Tityus view Fructiferous Terra's sonne whose body great Stretcht out in breadth nine acres is compleat A foule devouring vultures bending bill Gnawing upon his wastelesse intralls still Whose guts him ever glut with horrid pains Thus feeding on his breast it still remains And restlessely pulls his regrowing veins Why speak I of Lapitha Ixion And Pirithous on whom a huge flint-stone Doth alwayes hang and alwayes seem to fall Before whom stand rich lustfull beds most tall And costly cates to feed their luxurie Stand ready disht but nestling o're them nigh Stands the prime Furie and them strict commands Not once to touch the table with their hands And if they stirre she starts up in great ire Rattles them up bangs them with flames of fire Here brother-haters whiles they liv'd I saw Parents despisers cheaters of just law Rich churles who got great wealth but for themselves The greatest troops being of these impious elves Such as for foule adulteries have been slain And who in jurious jarres do entertain Who rob their masters traitours are to th' state All these with plagues hell doth incarcerate Nor need'st thou ask what pains and tortures fierce These various vitious men do sting and pierce Some ' rowl huge stones soâ—e hang fast ty'de to wheels Thus wofull Theseus torments sits and feels And e're shall feel Thus Phlegyas most of all With hortatorie cries in hell doth yaull Be warn'd be just the Gods do not despise For gold of 's countrey he made merchandize And brought in an usurping powerfull lord Old laws annull'd made new laws for reward Another did his daughters bed defile Using forbidden copulation vile All did foule deeds and what they will'd enjoy'd Had I an hundred tongues to be employ'd An hundred mouths and iron elocution I could not shew the diverse distribution Of all the kindes of hells impieties And every plague which on them heavy lies This when Apollo's Sibyll sage had said Let 's now go on sayes he all stayes evade And our intended task begun conclude Come let 's make haste for I farre off have view'd The Cyclops shops strong walls high chimneys stand Where we to leave our present have command This said together they blinde paths passe by Taking the midway to the gates drew nigh Aeneas first rusht in with water cleare Sprinckles himself and on a post most neare Unto the gate the branch of gold sticks fast Which done his gift given to the Goddesse past They came at length into these pleasant places Those fragrant fiâ—lds and groves of all the Graces Those sacred seats where's larger purer aire Bright light true sense of starres and Phoebus faire Where some delight in grassy plains to sport To skip and leap in sand in wrastling sort Some dance and sing and trip it on their toes VVhiles Orpheus in his priest-like long gown goes About and playes on 's seven-fold sounding lute And strikes the strings with quill and skill acute Here he beheld Troyes ancient noble race Her potent peeres born in more blisâ—efull case Ilus Assaracus first king of Troy Dardan their arms put off with peacefull joy He uselesse chariots wondring sees set by Their speares fast fixt in ground and carelessely Their steeds let loose feeding in pastures wide And look what chariots love what Martiall pride They living had what care to feed and dresse Their gallant coursers now 't was here no lesse Again on 's right and left hand he doth eye Some feeding on the grasse sing merrylie Rare panegyricks 'mongst sweet lawrell trees VVhere fluent Poâ— through groves to flow he sees Here patriots good who for their countrey dy'd Here priests who liv'd most modest lives did bide Here pious prophets who pure truths did preach Here expert artists who rare arts did teach And here were they who mindefull of their state Made others their true goodnesse gratulate All these were crown'd with fragrant garlands gay By whom environ'd thus did Sibyll say But chiefly to Musaeus 'mongst them all For he vvas in the midst and faâ—re most tall O say sweet soules and thou priest most divine What parts what place doth old Anchises shrine For for this cause this toile we undertake Are hither come have swumme hells mighty lake To whom this Heroë this reply did make No soule hath certain seat here we all dwell In shady groves flower-beds in fields that smell Most fresh and fragrant grac'd vvith rivers cleare But ye if thereunto such joy ye beare Climbe o're this hill your vvay I 'le easie make This said by his good guide their way they take And as they passe he shows them fields
done below there dead he laid Alcander Halius Prytanis he made Deaths underlings and whiles that Lynceus stout Did bravely fight and recollect the rout Of flying mates and o're the trenches vvent He him with brandisht sword did soon prevent And hand to hand fighting with one fierce blow Cut off his head and helm and corps laid low Then valiant Amycus he set upon A hunter brave then whom there was not one More fortunate or of more art and skill Who us'd wilde-beasts with pois'ned darts to kill And Clytius and Aeolides he slew And Cretea friend unto Parnassus crew The Muses mate Cretea whose delight VVas on rare instruments his layes t' indite And to his harp melodious songs to sing Of steeds of warres and facts of many a king But when at last the Trojan lord did heare The slaughters great which 'mongst the souldiers were Mnesthâ—us and stout Serestus thither went And saw their men with frights and feares nigh spent And yet their foe enclos'd Straight Mnestheus said Sirs whither flie ye scud ye thus afraid VVhat better walls or bulwarks would ye have VVhat shall one single man you thus outbrave And even within your citie-walls surrounded Shall so many by slaughter be confounded Within your town and he unpunisht go Shall he so many choice youths overthrow Shame ye not thus extreamly to disgrace Your most unhappie woefull countreyâ— case Your houshold Gods and your Aeneas great Do you not blush at such a base retreat The Trojans fired with these words stand fast And in great heaps conglomerate at last Turnus thereat shrinks backward by degrees And to that side retreats on which he sees The fluent floud to run The Trojans they So much the fiercelier force him on that way And with great shouts their companies augment Much like a troop of men vvho having pent A furious lion and vvith swords beset He therewith terrifi'de doth rage and fâ—eâ— Shielding all sharp assaults he back doth stride But neither rage nor courage can abide To turn the back and flie nor yet t' oppose Being over-charg'd with troops he hardly knows This though he would and could yet may 't not be Therefore through foes and swords way forceth he Directly thus doth Turnus back retire With doubtfull yet undaunted steps with ire His heart is heated as thus slow he goes He twice assaults the thickest of his foes And twice by flight about the walls them frighted But now from all their tents the troops united Against whose force not Iuno's self suffic'd Iove therefore airie Iriâ— straight advis'd With taunting terms to tell his sister faire That some should smart if she took not quick care To hasten Turnus from the Trojan towers With targe therefore he could not shield the showers Nor with his hand resist the Trojans blows So thick flew shafts about so hotly grows The fight that arrows seem him to o'rewhelm And tinckling tangs make on his hollow helm And storms of stones his brazen cap so batter And all his plumy crest so teare and shatter That all the brazen bosses prove too weak But that their thick quick blows it bruise and break The Trojans still their rage ingeminate With speare and shield Mnestheus doâ—h fulminate And all his body o're is on a sweat Hence Turnus takes no breath from toiles most great But clammy drops of pichy sweat distill And all his tired joynts with fainting fill So that at last himself he headlong throws Into the river spight of all his foes VVhose flouds him friendly took and smoothly glide And set him safe with 's mates on th' other side An end of the nineth book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the tenth book The Gods convoke a parliament 'Bout mans affaires their cares are bent Rutulians do the fight maintain Aeneas now returns again Vnto his mates with ample aid On both sides fierce assaults are made In battell Turnus Pallas slayes And numbers dead about him layes But Juno snatcheth Turnus thence Endanger'd by his violence Aeneas with most Martiall might Doth with Mezentius fiercely fight Lausus his sonne him rescuing dies Mezentius self is slain likewise MEanwhile olympus day-light doores stand wide And now great Iove Gods sire and mans grave guide A councel calls in his stelliferous seat From whence he views vast earth and trenches great Of Trojans and the lofty Latines rout As i' th' two-gated hall they sate about Iove thus begins Great Gods what mean ye so Against your own decrees thus crosse to go VVhy strive ye partially against our fates I had forbidden Latium all debates Against the Trojans then vvhat discontent Is this thus rais'd 'gainst our commandement What fretfull feare does those or these incense To use their swords and shields with violence A time will come you need not call for it For just provoked battells farre more fit When as curst Carthage shall Rome sore infest And with her Alpean powers her much molest Then may your rage rush out with bloud embrew'd But now forbeare and kindely peace conclude Thus briefly Iove but golden Venus faire Replies more largely being full of care Great fire of mortalls and of Gods supernall The mightie moderatour wise eternall For but thy power what else may more be had Thou seest how Rutuls rage Turnus growes mad Amidst fierce troops of horse made proudly glad In his successefull warre the Trojans all Scarcely secure in their enclosing wall Nay even within their walls and trenches strong Their foes fight safely fiercely on them throng Making their ditches gore-bloud inundations Absent Aeneas of these desolations Utterly ignorant Ah shall they ever In strict besiegements restlessely persever And must their foes again spoile springing Troy Another Grecian armie them annoy And must a second Diomedes rise Against my Trojans Sure I think thine eyes Behold my wounds yet I thy heaven-born childe With mortall battells am still much turmoil'd But if without thy leave or fates consent To Italie they came as insolent Then let them smart and strip them of all aid But if they have the oracles obey'd VVhich Gods and ghosts unto them oft have given VVhy then hath any thus against them striven To crosse thy great decrees new fates to finde O why should I our fir'd fleet call to minde In Sicils shore or how that blustring king Did from Aeolia windes and tempests bring And painted ladie Iris forc'd from skies And now at last she made hells hags to rise For this way onely unattempted stay'd And to the heavens Alecto rise she made VVho on a sudden through all Italie Did madly rage and rouse up crueltie I 'm not much mov'd at 's empire that 's well ta'ne VVhiles fortune smil'd Whom thou wilt let him reigne But if thy froward wife no land can spare Unto my Trojans yet great father faire By Troyes yet smoaky cinders I thee pray Grant that my nephew my Ascanius may Survive in safety free from piercing arms As for Aeneas let him feel the harms Of unknown tossing waves and
current so sayes fame Here undermines the sea by secret passe Which now into thy mouth Arethusas Falling confounded is in Sicils floud There vve advis'd adore those Gods so good Thence from Elorus fruitfull plains we put And through Pachinus rocks and crooks vve cut And sailing see unmov'd Camarina Gelo's large towns and torrent fierce Gâ—la Then ample Agragas struts stately high Of prauncing horses once a nurserie By thee date-bearing Sâ—linus I sail'd And Lilybeums hid rocks rough streams hail'd And thence I came to Drepanus sad shore Where having all my toiles at sea past o're Alas my father cure of all my care Anchises here I lost O father faire Here dost thou thy poore tired sonne forsake Alas did heaven thee from such turmoiles take And all in vain And nor Helenus vvise Who many hardships to me did premise Foreshew'd me this mishap this sorrow great Nor fierce Celaeno vvho much fright did threat Is this my labours this my travells scope Hath heaven me hither brought for this poore hope Thus grave Aeneas did himself relate To all their listning eares his God-given fate And all his voyages at large exprest And here did end and ceast and so took rest An end of the third book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the fourth book The queen incens'd with love-sick fires Her sister Annes advise desires Who blows the coals more ardently Whereat to Juno's deitie They sacrifice A hunting ride And Venus to their votes applide Fame spreads the fact by fates decree Aeneas charged thence to flee Prepares his shipping and his mates And thence to part he properates This Dido saw his stay assayd With teares and treats but all denayd On her built shrine in sacrifice With wofull words and wounds she dies BUt all this while the queen with love sore wounded Hugs her hearts harm with imbred flames confounded The mans rare parts she mindes much much does trace His noble nation and his words and face Engraves in heart Care cuts off all sweet rest Next morn when Sols bright rayes the earth had drest And Phoebus fair made moist mists heaven forsake She love-sick thus t' her siding sister spake Deare sister Anne what dreams me thus molest Who is this our so noble new-come guest How faire he seems how rare in power and grace I think nor vainly think he 's of Gods race Feare shews a cowards heart ah how hath he Been tost by fates what warre-woes shew'd he me Were he not in my heart fixt movelesly With nuptiall bands none living should me tie Since my first Love deceasing hath me fail'd Had I not hence marriage-bed rites quite vail'd I could perhaps this one love-slip embrace I 'le tell thee Nan since poore Sichaeus case My spouse slain by my brother at his shrines This onely windes my will my heart inclines To a forc'd fall I feel loves old flames power But may the earth gape wide and me devoure Or mightie Iove by lightnings force me die Yea die to hells black nights profunditie Before I thee sweet chastitie do blot Or wrong thy rites He which my love first got He has it holds it in his grave with him This said her eyes with teares stood full to th' brim Anne straight replies Sister to me more deare Then lovely light shall I thee onely heare Still to bewail thy youths continuance Void of sweet sonnes or Venus dalliance Think'st thou that graves or ghosts will this supply Say though all suiters once in nicitie Thou didst put off and Libyan lords neglect And king Iärbas whom Tyre did reject And other princely Peeres whom Africk land Enricht with spoiles dost still sweet love withstand Regard'st thou not whose land thou now dost hold Getulian towns a warlike people bold By proud Numidians hedg'd and swallowing Syrts Whereby unharbourous land thee round begirts And barbarous Barceans blustring all about Why talk I of our Tyrian warres burst out And of thy greedy brothers threatnings stout Truely I trust fair fates and Iuno kinde Drave t' us those Trojan ships with prosperous winde O what a citie sister shall wee see How rare a realm by such a spouse as he If Trojans trimme our troops what matchlesse praise Shall Tyrians to their noble actions raise Onely get thou the Gods good will then offer Thy sacrifice thy guest all kindnesse proffer And work out wayes him with thee to retain While tempests rage at sea while clouds drop rain While ships are rigging storms in skie remain These words loves kindled fire highly enflame Strengthen her stragling thoughts dissolve all shame First then to church they go favour to finde By sacrifice fat beasts to shrines they binde As us'd to Ceres their law-maker sweet To Phoebus Bacchus and as was most meet To Iuno first Goddesse of Nuptiall rite Here daintie Dido's self in beautie bright Holding in hand a cup of sacred wine 'Twixt the white heifers horns upon the shrine Poured it out 'fore the Gods statues faire At th' altars walks no gifts that day they spare And the beasts inwards opened inly eyes And seeks i' th' smoaking intralls auguries O shallow sight of priests what good do votes To love-sick soules what good do temples notes When all this while sly flames my pith consume And creeping Cupid holds my hearts best room Enflam'd is dolefull Dido like one mad And up and down the citie doth she gad Much like a silly deere pierct with a shaft At unawares by hunters cunning craft And with quick arrows chac'd through Creets thick woods Away the huntsman knows not where she skuds O're large Dictaean downs and springs her side The deadly arrow fixed fast doth hide So Dido now with her leads to and fro Her deare Aeneas shews him as they go Her Tyrian treasure citie readie made Readie to speak yet stops i' th' midst she made Now day declining to like banquets great She him invites and fondly doth intreat Again to heare his Trojan toils related And all the while her fixt affections waited Upon the speakers face But Cynthia pale Upon their parting having but a vail Of darknesse o're day-light and pendent spangles In skies mens eyes with drowsie sleep entangles In her void palace she alone laments And his forsaken seat her now contents Whom absent she as present heares and sees And young Ascanius dandles on her knees Catcht with the count'nance of the father right If thus her lawlesse love she lessen might She builds no towers begun no spirits brave Trains up in arms and now least care they have To raise strong forts for warre faire ports to land All 's interrupted all laid out of hand Their walls for height threatning the skies lie still Now Ioves deare Iuno findes this festring ill Not suffring fame her furie to restrain She with these words to Venus doth complain A proper piece of praise and pompous prize To you forsooth and to your yonker rise A goodly Godhead must you both hence clame If you two Gods one silly soule
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
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
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
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
setled town and call it by the name Of thy Lavinia to her datelesse fame Thus first Aeneas then Latinus grave His hands and eyes lift up this answer gave The self same things I great Aeneas sweare Let sea and land and starres true witnesse beare And both Latona's broods and Ianus old With his two brows and hells force uncontrold And dues divine of plaguie Plutoes seat And let great Iove heare thus whose thunders great Do truces tie fright the fedifragous And hereupon our shrines I handle thus And midst o' th' flames I touch and Gods I call Of what I speak and vow to witnesse all No day shall Latines make this peace t' impeach Nor of these coards of concord to make breach Nor whatsoever chance betide will I By any force fall backward wilfully No though the seas hide earth with inundation Or heaven with hell should force fierce desolation And as this mace for in his hand by hap A mace he bare quite void of native sap Shall never sprout or spring with branches tender Nor ever any cooling shadows render Cut out o' th' wood and from the stock quite rent VVanting its root and boughs and bark all spent And cut away with tools but once a tree Though now with gold it garnished you see By cunning artists skill and thus made fit For Latine kings to hold in thrones that sit VVith such like words their peace they did conclude Amidst the princely peeres and multitude And then as custome was their beasts they slay And on the fire their sprawling inwards lay But all this while this match seems much amisse To all the Rutuls muttering much at this VVith various votes and thoughts and so much rather By how much their unequall strength they gather And Turnus his slow walks and paces sad And low dejected looks much feare do adde As he was humbly sacrificing there VVith hollow cheeks and childish totall feare VVhich muttering whiles Iuturna notes right well And how the peoples hearts both rose and fell Camertes count'nance counterfeiting she Famous for grandsires ancient pedigree And fathers fortitude which farre was blown And he himself valiant in arms was known She mixt her self amidst the thickest wings And craftily acquainted with all things Spread rambling rumours 'mongst them all and said O Rutuls are ye not with shame o'relaid Thus one mans life for many's to expose To danger great Equall me not our foes In number and in magnanimitie See here the Trojans and Arcadians lie And fatall troop Etrurians Turnus foes And if in fight we bravely them oppose They scarce have man for man He shall indeed To th' Gods whose altars he adores proceed And live by fame in all mens mouthes though dead But we our countrey lost live in dire dread Be slav'd to supercilious lords whiles we Lie lazing and permit it thus to be With these like words the youths hot thoughts she fires And more and more the murmure might acquires Through all the armie Now the Laurents stout And all the Latines wheel their thoughts about And they which lately lookt for rest from fight And safely from their sorrows now down-right Addicted are to arms wish the peace mar'd And with great grief Turnus hard hap regard And to all this Iuturna jugles more And from the heavens sends a signe them before Which more effectually than ought else yet Did mould th' Italians mindes for her most fit To foolifie them with a prodigie For as Ioves bird the eagle in cleare skie Soaring along drives little birds about And frights the chattering flock and wingie rout When with a sudden swoop and serious watch Hâ— gliding down a gallant swan doth catch And teares in'stallons hereat instantly Th' Italians courage take then cherpingly All the birds back do flie a most strange sight And with their wings do dim the skies cleare light And with a clustring cloud o're all the aire Their foe so much infest an over-beare That forc'd at last by force and ponderous waight He lets his prey fall into th' water straight And swiftly flutters from them into th' skie The Rutuls their auspicuous augurie With clamours loud adore to fight prepare Tolumnius specially a southsayer rare Stands forth and cries This this is it indeed Which I long looking for wish might succeed The Gods great power I know and glad embrace Brave Rutuls come come follow me apace Even me your captain let your swords take place Even you whom this base stragler by fierce broiles Would as those weak birds fright from native soiles And all your shores with fire and sword invade But he shall flie and with base retrograde Hoise sailes from hence and haste into the main You then with one consent your troops maintain Double your files and with your Martiall arm Defend your forlorn king from fatall harm This said he running forth at 's enemies Casts a strong dart which whisling fiercely flies Clean through the aire piercing all opposites And this and more a doubled din incites And all the armies startles and provokes And heats their hearts to fierce tumultuous strokes And as the speare flew on with furious chance Against nine brethrens bodies it did glance All whom one modest Tuscane mother bred â—o her Gylippus in chaste marriage-bed One of which nine standing i' th' midst it hits Just on the place whereon his brave belt fits And where a button clasps his clothes aside A lovely lad and full of Martiall pride And through his ribs it quickly perforated And on the sands his life soon terminated Hereat the other brethrens valiant band Enflam'd with grief take some their swords in hand Some deadly darts and furiously flie on Whom to oppose and fiercely set upon Laurentum troops flie out hence instantly The Trojans like an inundation high Break out and Agyllines Arcadians bold In gallant arms embroidered rich with gold Thus all had one hot heart to fight it out Their shrines snatcht up fierce tempests flie about Through all the aire and storms of deadly darts And showres of slicing swords to wound their hearts Their sacrificing censers thence they beare And flaming fires Latinus in great feare Makes haste away unto the Gods complaining Of their dishonour and the peace profaning Some from the chariots take their horses out And nimbly backing them do range about With naked swords in hand approach the fight Martiall Messapus full of war-like spight This late compacted peace now to confound Against Aulestes king and kingly crown'd Over the Tuscanes ran with full careere And to the ground him straight did over-beare And headlong him on head and shoulders cast Flat on his back upon an altar fast Whereat Messapus fiercely to him flies With speare in 's hand and as for life he cries And much intreats he with his beamie lance On horse-back strongly 'gainst him doth advance And with a mortall blow thus to him spake So so 't is well thou'lt a good offring make Th' Italians close him mangle him all-o're Whereat stout
see That I religious rites will teach them all And every land shall them Italians call The offspring which from Latian bloud shall rise All men on earth yea and the Gods i'th'skies Shall passe in pietie and than this nation None shall bring thee so copious adoration This tickled Iuno passing-well at heart And from her cloud to heaven she did depart This thus perform'd great Iove doth now contrive How he Iuturna might from Turnus drive Two hellish hags there are call'd Furies fell Whom dreadfull night begat in horrid hell Both at a birth upon Megaera black Both with like serpents stings and wreathed back And wings like windes These at Ioves footstool lay Under his throne their angrie king t' obey These feares and frights kindle in â—ale-contents When direfull death or vexing punishments Iupiter pleaseth on the bad t' impart Or towns will terrifie with warres desert One of these furies fierce Iove from him sendâ— Who to Iuturna Turnus death portends She flies away to earth whirlewindes fast Much like a shaft from Parthian quiver cast All dipt in poyson curable by none And by some Parthian or stout Cydon thrown The dart unseen whisling through shadows flies Thus this night-imp hastes on to earth now hies Who having spi'de Troyes troops and Turâ—us hands I' th' figure of a little bird she stands As screech-owles who are wont on graves to sit And dark-night walks to screech and hollow it And in this owlie shape this furie fierce In Turnus sight doth up and down traverse Making much noise fluttring her wings about His shield which lets in feare sets courage out Trembling his haire doth stare speechlesse he stood But when farre off Iuturna understood The furies fluttering wings and screeching stirre Poore sister ah how it bemadded her Her face she scratches with her bloudie nails With fists she beat her breasts and thus she wails Alas poore Turnus pray thee speak which way What means remains whereby thy sister may Shield or assist thee or â—hy life prolong Ah! how can I resist this omen strong Now now foul fowles I from these armies flie Cease then me trembling more to terrifie I know your plaguing plumes and deadly din I know Ioves proud prescripts do I this win And nought but this for lost virginitie Why gave he me lifes immortalitie Why am I freed thus from a dying state Whereby I might these great griefs terminate And in hels depth with thee poore brother range Am I immortall ah I would it change For without thee deare brother nought can please me Oh if some earth could swallow me 't would ease me Sending a Goddesse down to Limbo's lake These words with many teares and sighs she spake And straight her head waterie gray weeds hid And deep into the river down she slid Meanwhile Aeneas strongly doth oppose His tree-like lance brandishing as he goes And angrily thus cries Now Turnus stout What stayes delayes make thee still time it out Why draw'st thou back we must not fight by flight But hand to hand with furious blows down-right Transform thy self to shapes most variously Collect thy self with magnanimitie To fight or by arts slight to soare i'th'aire Or hid i'th'ground to cover all thy care Turnus in rage shaking his head replies Thy tongue proud Trojan nothing terrifies My troubled breast but th' angry fatall Gods And Iupiter himself with me at ods And with these words he spide a mightie stone A huge old stone by which lands bounds were shown All difference to decide left long i'th'field VVhich twelve men scarce upon their necks could weld Such proper men I mean as now adayes Times do produce This he with ease doth raise And with his trembling hand cast at his foe And yet this noble prince doth scarcely know That he himself rais'd high did swiftly run Took up the stone or what else he had done His knees began to faint his bloud grew chill Then on i'th'emptie aâ—re the stone went still But went not its full way nor hit its mark Like as when in our dreams at midnight dark VVhen lazie sleep tyr'd eye-lids down doth force VVe seem sometimes to run an eager course And in the midst of many a seeming act VVe faintly fail and vainly cease the fact VVe talk sometimes in sleep but faultringly Our forces fail nor words nor works comply Thus 't was with Turnus where his power was bent Fierce fates made all his facts in vain be spent Then diverse doubtfull thoughts in 's heart arise Upon his Rutuls casting now his eyes Now on the town fright stayes him and deep feare Even every moment of his foes strong speare Nor findes he means to flie nor means to fight Nor sees his coach nor sister-coachmans sight Aeneas having in his nimble eyes Faire fortune offer'd doth not sluggardize But brandishing his dart at 's doubting foe Farre distant at him doth it fiercely throw VVith all his might never flew stones so fast To batter walls from war-like engine cast VVith battering din nor thunder makes more roare Like a black storm hurrying destruction sore So flies the speare and through his corslet strong And seven-fold lined shields brim glanc'd along With clanging noise sticking fast in his thigh Which strake down mightie Turnus instantly Doubling his knees to th'ground The Rutuls straight Raise a huge crie which hills reverberate With mightie echoes round about the plain And all abroad the woods beat back again He meek and lowly raising hands and eyes O now sayes he I beare my most just prize I ask no favour use thy happie fate Onely I pray thee to commiserate My aged father Daunus if in thee Least pietie to parents harboured be And thy Anchises once was such an one And me if so much favour may be shown If die I must restore my corps to mine The victorie to thee I now resigne Our Latines see my conquered hands extended Laâ—inia is thy wife thus fates intended Let farther furie cease Aeneas stands Fierce in his arms yet still he holds his hands Gazing with 's eyes and now even now began His speech to work compassion in the man Till that unhappie belt he did espie Upon his shoulders hanging broad and high Whose buckles known and glistring rarely cleare To be young Pallases did plain appeare Whom Turnus with a conquering wound-had slain And 'bout him did that fatall prize retain But when his eye did seriously survey That badge of griping grief that piteous prey Enflam'd with furie all with rage possest Ah! dosâ— thou hope to scape my hands thus drest With my deare Pallas spoiles for Pallas sake This wound shall thee his due oblation make And with that word he sheath'd his sword in 's heart Whereat death seazing on his vitall part His members bursen loathed life out flies And with a deep-fetcht groan to Charon hies An end of the twelfth book of Virgils Aeneïds Trin-uni Deo soli sit omnis gloria FINIS ERRATA COurteous Reader The large distance of place and