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
Under whose hieght the sea makes still retreat A shade there is with beauteous boughs o're head Made by a well-grown wood with leaves outspread Under the hanging boughs a rocky cave Wherein fresh waters were and seats most brave Of art-like stone the wood-nymphs habitation Where yet no fangy anchor made ship-station Hither Aeneas seven of 's barks had brought Of all his fleet and now to shore long sought And by his Trojans ardently desired They came and rest their faint limbes quite sea-tired And first Achates from a flint strikes fire Leaves were for tinder and more strength t' acquire Drie fuell added kindles to a blaze Then hungrie baking instruments they raise And fit their sea-harm'd corn and balace grain To grinde and bake their lost strength to regain Meanewhile Aeneas an high clift ascended And the vast sea in 's sight farre comprehended To see if he could spie Antheus stout Or Trojan galleys weather-driven about Capys or Caicus flags No ship he ey'd But three tall stragling stags on shore he spide The whole herd following fed upon the strand Here he stood still wiâ—h bow and shafts in 's hand Which his most kinde Achates for him held And first their high-horn'd leaders soon he fell'd Then all the rest o' th' horned troop he forced With his sharp shafts into thick woods where coursed He left not off till shooting he had got Seven stately stags to his seven ships t'allot To th' haven he hastes them 'mongst his mates imparted And wine which kinde Acestes when they parted From Sicils shore most generous frank and free In hogs-heads laded gave divided he And with these words their drooping hearts doth cheare O mates for yet past-perills fresh appeare O partners in farre worse perplexities God will at last end these our miseries You Scylla's rage rock-roaring dreads have past You have Charybdis gulf escapt at last Recall your courage and let go faint feare A time may come these things your thoughts may cheare By divers dangers various hard events To Italie we sail where sweet contents Fates will afford us there Troyes throne we 'le build Hold out with these hopes let your hearts be fill'd Thus he with words with cares his soule 's deprest Hope sat on 's face but grief his heart possest They then to their good cheere themselves addresse Some flay the skins some do the umbles dresse Some cut it into joynts some the meat spit Some set on pots some make great fires for it Then on the grasse set down they cheerly eat And with old wine fat ven'son are repleat All hunger stancht the tables ta'ne away Long talk began of their lost friends decay All anxious stood betwixt much hope and feare Whether fallen by fate or yet alive they were Or that the invocated Gods would heare But good Aeneas chiefly did lament His brave Orontes fatall hard event Valiant Amycus and Cloanthus high Lycus and Gyan slain by destinie And now it was that Iove from starrie skie Sail-bearing seas neare neighbouring lands did eye The ports and people all abroad commixt On Libya's realm from heaven his sight had fixt And as he thus did muse on mens affaires Venus wâ—th eyes of teares heart full of cares Sayes to him O great king of Gods and men Whose datelesse laws and lightnings hamper them What so foule fact hath mine Aeneas wrought What my poore Trojans to such ruine brought From all the world for Italie thus driven Surely from hence a promise great was given That once times revolution forth should bring A Romane branch from Teucers stemme to spring Which should be conquering Lords of sea and land And why great sire does not this sentence stand With these faire hopes Troyes hardest haps I staid And with these fates I crossing fates repaid But still their former turmoils them distresse Great king when wilt thou their great toiles redresse Antenor could escape Greeks thickest strength And piercing through Illyria safe at length Passe through Liburnia and Timavus swift Whence nine great streams issuing with headlong drift And from the mount with mightie din descending Make a burst sea the banks and fields transcending Yet he strong Padua built and planted all His Trojans and did them by 's owne name call In 's temples thus advancing Troyes brave arms In peace his people settled free from harms But we thine ofspring plac'd by thee in heaven Our ships most wofully lost from us driven For ones displeasure are betray'd to wrack And farre from Italy are forced back Is this the palm the prize of pietie Are we thus rais'd to regall dignitie On whom great Iove casting a courteous smile With lovely looks which heaven earth reconcile Kissing his daughter kindely thus he said Sweet Cytherea cease to be afraid The fates are firmly thine and thou shalt see Thy promis'd Latine-cities built to be Thy great Aeneas lifted to the skies Nothing shall revocate these destinies He for since this thee grieves I 'le tell thee all And our old hid fate-records will recall Shall wage fierce warres th' Italians shall subdue Build them strong towns and make them statutes new Untill Sol thrice the globe hath circled round And three yearâ—s king of Latiâ—es he be crown'd But his Ascâ—nius young Iâ—lus nam'd For Ilus 't was whiles th' Ilian state stood fram'd Full thirtie yeares shall reigne and from Lavine Transferre the throne and Alba's strength combine Here shall great Hectors race to rule be seen Three hundred yeares till Ilia priestly queen With childe by Mars two at a birth shall bring Whence wolf-nurst Romulus shall reigne as king Build martiall towns and Romanes call by 's name Whose state no date whose strength no time shall tame A boundlesse empire I them give Beside Fierce Iuno who molests the whole world wide Shall reconciled be and with me nourish The Romane gowned Lords o're all to flourish Thus we decree yea in times due processe Tro's sonnes Achilles race shall much distresse To bondage brought and conquer'd Greece suppresse Then shall great Caesar spring from Troyes high race Whose throne the seas whose fame shall heaven embrace Iulius so called from Iülus grave Whom crown'd with Eastern spoils thou glad shalt have In heaven who shall with votes be invocated Fierce warre shall then on earth be moderated Pure Faith and Pietie Remus and 's brother Shall reigne give laws warres rage smoothly smother With bolts and barres lockt fast in Ianus gates Base civil broiles chain'd in resistlesse straits And shackled there with hundred fettering gyves Sits bound with bloody mouth frets fumes and strives This said he sends from heaven swift Mercurie To ope the earth and Carthage courteously To Trojan guests leâ—â— Dido of their caâ—e Ignorant should them from her confines chase Through th' aire he winged glides o're Carthage hovers Gives Libyans tender hearts and there discovers Great Ioves command Chiefly the queen exprest To th' Trojans her benigne and bounteous breast But good Aeneas full of thoughts by night
I past I pry'd into the cities backwayes fast And back return'd the way I came by night And into every crook I cast my sight Horrour my heart silence my sense amaz'd Thence to review my house my thoughts me rais'd If haply there I gladly might her see But it I found by Greeks destroy'd to be And whole possest For why devouring fire Blown by fierce windes did to its top aspire Yea overtopt it flames flying into th' aire Hence then to Priams palace I repaire The towre I did review which all decaid With emptie rooms and by fierce Iunos aid I found Vlysses vile and Phoenix fell Guardians thereof keeping their prey too well Hither being brought our Trojans treasures kept Our temples burnt from flames which all quite swept The tables of our Gods great cups of gold Our captiv'd royall robes this tower did hold These all these thither brought and their young boyes And frightfull matrons making wofull noise In heaps enhedg'd it And though ' midst my foes I with my voice adventured to disclose My heavie losse and through the nightly shade I fill'd the wayes with woes and swiftly said Nay cride Creüsa O Creüsa deare Once twice and thrice in vain for she 'd not heare Thus as I ceaselesse easelesse pri'd about In every nook furious to finde her out Me thought the wofull gastly ghost I saw Of my Creüsa neare mine eyes to draw In bigger shape then wont I stood agast My haire did stare my tongue to 's roof stuck fast And straight she seem'd to say my plaints to end What good is got such fruitlesse pains to spend Deare Pheere these things fall out by fates decree Nor may thy mate Creüsa go with thee For so great Iove gainsayes and sayes beside That thou by sea long banishment must ' bide And plowing Neptunes waves to Latium glide And there arive where Lydian Tybers torrent Through fertile soiles doth passe with facile current There joyes attend thee there 's a crown a queen Thy wife to be then cease this sorrow seen For me thy lost Creüsa thus affected For I the Grecian dames all disrespected Will neither serve nor see in their proud places But I now go t' enjoy the joyfull graces Of Dardan Ladies sacred Venus neece Here now the mother of Gods plants me in peace O then farewell my love t' our sonne supply This having said she weeping wofully And willing to have said much more departed And into th' open aire quick from me darted Thrice in my arms her neck to clasp I tride And thrice her form from my hands hold did slide Like a swift winde or slippery dream by night Night thus being spent I went to take a sight Of all my mates where such a confluence Of followers I found since I went thence As made me much admire their multitude Of men and women youths and vulgars rude From miserable exile there collected With goods and good wills freely all affected To follow me wheres'ere by sea or land And now the tops of Ida's woody strand Bright Lucifer with sweet Aurora's face Began with dayes faire rayes to guild and grace The Greeks our blockt up gates and houses held And we from hope of help being quite expell'd I therefore on my back my father ta'ne Departed thence the mountains thus to gain An end of the second book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the third book Troyes kingdome thus quite ruinated And they for flight accommodated Aeneas first ariv'd in Thrace And built a citie in that place The death of Polydore him frighted The kings great harbrous love recited And Phoebus oracles declar'd To sail to Creet he 's now prepar'd Where he again new fortunes found And shipwrack did him sore surround Whence fled the Harpyes frights he shows Helenus left his fates he knows He Achemenides befriends His father dies his tale so ends AFter the Gods had ruin'd Asia's state And Priams throne unworthie so great hate Neptunian Troy like blazing brands of fire We were constrain'd by signes of fatall ire Exil'd to wander through strange woods and wayes And on Antander and Ides banks we raise And build our navie being all unsure Where fates would force us where to sit secure Our men we muster Summer scarce comen on My father bad us hoise up sail be gon I then my native countreys losse bewail And planes where Troy late stood I banisht sail With me my sonne my mates Gods small and great Farre off thâ—re lies a spacious Martiall seat Thracians it plant and plow Lycurgus wise Once did it rule Troyes ancient firm allies Their Gods as ours whiles fortune made us rise Here I ariv'd here first I built a town In a crosse crook entering by fatall frown And from my name I did it Aeneads name And to my mother Venus I the same Did dedicate and offer sacrifice To my kinde Gods that blest mine enteâ—prize And Iupiter great king of Gods t' adore A fat bull I did offer on the shore By chance hard by a woody hill I spide Upon whose top white horny rods did bide And tall thick shady mirtle boughs did grow Thither to pluck off some of them I go Our altars with green branches to bedeck But as I pluckt a fearefull chance did check My first attempt for the first branch I tore There issued thence thick drops of muddy gore Which stain'd the ground with bloud This did me fright And chilling feare shook me in piteous plight Again another tender sprig I pluck Longing to know the cause and lurking luck Straight from the bark more bloudy drops did sprout Whereat much mov'd the wood Nymphs in great doubt I did adore and Mars great Thracia's king To th'omen good to th' sight delight to bring Then when a third branch I more strongly tore And with both knees to th' ground me strugling bore Speak may I or be still A grievous groan From bottome of the pit to heaven up thrown Seem'd thus to crie Aeneas why dost teare Distressed me my buried body spare O spare thy holy hands thus to bestain For Troy did me thy kinsman know most plain See how out from this stump doth gush my gore O flee this barbarous land this sharking shore For I am Polydore who here being slain My corps a bush of sharp shafts doth remain My heart was straight with dubious thoughts dejected Speechlesse amaz'd my hair 's upright erected Unhappy Priam once this Polydore With store of gold did secretly send o're Unto the king of Thrace for education Who when he saw Troyes troops in desperation The citie round besieg'd our valour vail Our weal grow weak our fortune us to fail Following great Agamemnons conquering arms He fled from us burst out into base harms Poore Polydore he slew usurpt the gold O cursed thirst of gain what uncontrould Wilt thou not force mans minde to undergo But now feare past this fatall signe I show To my choice Peeres but to my father first Pray'd them to say
deere This said a floud of teares from her appeare And every place she fills with clamorous woes Nor scarce could I briefly her rage oppose But mov'd with grief these abrupt words breath'd out Indeed I live through all straits born about Thou seest a certaintie then do not doubt Alas what chance thee chas'd from such a Pheere Now resustains what fate does thee recheare Great Hectors Deare art still stout Pyrrhus mate Hereat with hung down head words temperate And submisse voice she said O blest and best Priams faire daughter happie 'bove the rest Whom foes did force under Troyes walls to die For whom no lots were ever cast to tie Thee to the captive-bed of conquering foe We Troy destroy'd have been tost to and fro Through divers seas and travelling have tride In bondage base th' Achillean youths great pride Who after lov'd and married Hermion brave And me his maid to 's man Helenus gave But then Orestes in fiecie jealousie For his stoln wife vex'd with his villanie And rous'd with rage did unawares him catch And at his fathers tombe of life dispatch And by the death of Neoptolemus Part of the kingdome came to Helenus Which he from Chaon a brave Trojan state Did totally Chaonia nominate And this Troyes towre and Pergams walls erected But what faire windes what fates thee thus directed What God did thee thus to our confines drive Where 's young Ascanius does the lad yet live Whom Troy to thee for future hopes did give Of his lost countrey has the boy a thought Or have the ancient noble vertues wrought In his young pregnant heart of 's father 〈◊〉 Aeneas or of 's uncle Hector brave These words she spake and speaking wept full sore Though all in vain and e're she could give o're Trojan Helenus from the citie came Attended with a train of Peeres of fame His countrey-men he knew acknowledged And joyfull us into his citie led And as we went spake much as much he wept Thus on to Troy-novant our way we kept And to his Pergam patterning our great Where was the drie-brook Xanthus call'd whose seat I knew and hugd the posts of Ianus gate My Trojans with me do participate In this kinde harb'rous town The king also In royall rooms did them great kindnes show In his great hall they drank full bowls of wine And with choice cheere in golden dishes dine And thus two dayes at least we there did spend Now faire Southwindes our wingy sails did tend Then to this kingly prophet humbly I With these beseeches do my suit apply Trojan-interpreter of Gods decree Who Phoebus power Delphick stools starres dost see Who Clarian bayes birds chirps swift flights dost know I pray thee plainly to us all to show For all religion hath my course made faire And all the Gods advise me to prepare For Italie that promis'd land to gain Harpyck Celaeno onely seems to feigne New and nefarious frights and doth us threat With a most foule and fearefull famine great Shew us I pray what dangers first to flie And how such toiles to vanquish valiantly Helenus here first as he us'd did slay His heifers and to th' Gods of peace did pray Loosning the fillets on his holy head He by the hand me full of feare and dread Unto thy temple great Apollo brings And from his sacred mouth the priest thus sings Great Goddesse sonne for'tis a truth most cleare That thou shalt sail to th' sea by gods most deare So Iupiter guides fates so lots do light So he the wheel of fortune orders right I in few words 'mongst many things will show How thou through serene seas mayst safely go To Italie Further to know unfold The fatesand Iuno have my tongue controld First Italie which thou think'st neare at hand And ignorant would rest in neighbouring land Farre off long wayes long rigid reaches yet It doth contain and first thou down must sit And set thy bending oares smoothly to sail In Sicils seas and after with free gale Passe with thy ships through Italies salt seas And through th' infernall floud and isle Circes Before thou canst secure thy citie build Mark well for I will thee some tokens yeeld When carefull thou 'bout Tyberinus shore Hast that still silent stream quite passed o're Thou on those banks a huge white sow shalt see With thirtie white young pigges late farrowed be And on the ground sucking the sows vvhite â—eats There is the place for thy faire cities seats Nor for the foretold famine be afraid Phoebus vvill help the fates vvill finde good aid But see thou shunne these parts our neighbouring land Though neare some part of Italie it stand For there the greedy Greeks all cities hold There lie in garrison the Locrians bold There Idomeneus on Salentine plains His Grecian armie musters up and trains And there duke Philoctetes safely sleeps And in Petilias vveak vvalls closely keeps Besides the seas safe past thy ships at rest Thy altars built on shore thou readie prest Then pay thy vovvs vvith purple-hood thy head See thou adorn that no disordered Or adverse fact be found i' th' sacred fire Made to the Gods due praise t'incensetheir ire And all molest This custome thou and thine Keep firm in sacred rites at sacred shrine After vvhen vvindes to Sicil bring thee neare And strait Pelorus banks smally appeare Sail to the left hand sea the left hand side Steere by a long circumference the tide Be sure to shunne the right hand sea and shore These parts they say vvere by a tempest sore Such a strange change makes long antiquitie And rupture great long since most vehemently Broke forth both lands did once together lie For with great force came a huge inundation Whose overflowing stream made separation 'Twixt Italie and Sicil tumbling down With swift represselesse rage each field and town Yet running with a narrow furious floud On whose right side pernicious Scylla stood Implacable Charybdis on the left The midst whereof so hellishly is cleft That its deep gaping gulf with treble swallow Sups up huge waves which broken in do follow And thrice again disgorgeth them on high Dashing its wavie vomit up to th' skie But Scylla lurketh in his covered caves And to his sharp-tooth'd mouth sucks ships from waves Upward a man downward a comely maid His lower parts like a huge whale are made All of wolves wombes and Dolphins tails are said To be engendred But Pachynus point Is farre more safe for thee at ease t' appoint Thy courses in and out though farther it winde Then formidable Scyllas fangs to finde And rocky roares of his curst curres unkinde Beside if any wit Helenus have If him least faith or truth Apollo gave This one thing and but onely this for all Deare Goddesse sonne to thee I motion shall And mention yea and move most ardently 'Bove all adore great Iunos deitie Make vows to Iuno with a willing minde And overcome with sacrifices kinde That mightie Goddesse Thus thou victor
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
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
distract Thou thou alone must wed thy virgine faire For unto thee small ivie javelings rare They beare about thou lov'st they say to dance And sacred haires thine altars to advance Like-furious madnesse does possesse the waves To leave their own to seek new dwelling drives Their dangling haire necks bare they spread to th' windes And some loud howlings raise with trembling mindes And clad in skins vine-lances beare about The queen her self in mid'st of all the rout Bearing a flaming pine-tree tunes her voice To Turnus and her daughters marriage choice Yet suddenly with frowning bloud-red eyes Ho mothers maids and wives aloud she cries Who-e're she be that pity yet retains When poore unhappie Amata complains Who-ever tenders tender mothers grief Unlace your head-attires afford relief Advance with me my Bacchanalian rites Thus in the woods with madded frantick frights Through damping deserts fierce Alecto had Stung and stirr'd up the queen with passions mad Who for this first time now seem'd fir'd enough To give all first contracts a counter-cuffe The hellish hag therefore with frightfull wings Straight to the walls of Rutuls kingdome flings Which city first Danae was said to build And with Acrision colonies it fill'd Driven there on land by tempests violent Antiquitie did call that continent Ardea and still it is great Ardea nam'd But once it was by fortune much more fam'd Here great king Turnus in his palace faire In the dark night slept sweetly void of care And here Alecto doffes her frowning face And is transform'd into an old-wives case And her old brows with aged furrows plowes And weares white haires close coifs and olive-boughs Seems Calybe great Iuno's sexton old And priest of her faire temple to behold And to the princely youth thus comes and sayes Brave Turnus wilt thou suffer thy assayes And many labours to be spent in vain Shall Trojan strangers thee supplant and reigne The king denies thee marriage dowrie due By birth and bloud seeks a successour new To rule his realms Go thou thus laught to scorn Now cast thy self on thanklesse dangers born Go slay the Tyrrheans Latines rule in rest These things since thou didst all in sleep digest All-potent Iuno bid me tell thee plain Rise therefore quick thy souldiers muster train Arm arm them all to all thy havens make haste And let those Trojan captains all be chas'd And burn their barks which ' boutfaire Tyber lie Thy warrant 's good confirmed from on high And let king Latines self if he refuse To grant thee marriage kindely thee to chuse Feel thy fierce force and utmost Martiall might Here the brave spark the southsayer seem'd to sleght And thus reply'd I 'm not as you suppose So unacquainted how this businesse goes Their ships in Tyber left affright me not I know queen Iuno hath us not forgot But over thee old beldame old-wives tales And doting doubts too much in vain prevails And kings affaires thee with false feares do flout There 's work enough for thee to look about And tend thy temple thy Gods image faire Leave peace and warre unto the warriers care These words Alecto made with rage to burn But whiles the prince did him to prayers turn A sudden trembling all his joynts possest His sight grew dimme fierce snakes much din exprest With raging hissings frightfull visages Him staying praying her her wrath t' appease She forced back with flames his eyes do stare And two choice snakes she plucked from her haire Lasht him therewith and thus in rage she rails Behold thy beldame with her old-wives tales Whom kings affaires do with false feares so flout Mark these thy words See me come from the rout Of hellish furies bearing in my hand Both warre and death This said a flaming brand She at the prince with rage and furie flings Which in his heart with quenchlesse burning stings Fierce feare did straightd isturbe the princes sleep A sudden sweat o're all his corps doth creep Arms arms in rage he cries and strives to finde Mad heat of warres and jarres enflame his minde Furie foams up much like a cauldron great Which makes huge bubling noise with boyling heat By store of flaming sticks whose crackling fire The seething liquor swells and boyles up higher The scumme about the cauldrons brims contends And into th' aire black foam and froth ascends Choice youths therefore unto Latinus came Their peace-infringer warres for to proclaim To safegard Italie t' expell their foes Or else he would with potent power oppose Trojans and Latines both These words thus spoke His Gods he did to his high votes invoke Then straight the stout Rutulians to the fight Do one another readily incite His beauty brav'ry this man stimulates His kingly kindred that man provocates His former famous facts a third doth spurre Whiles Turnus thus to arms his men doth stirre Alecto lewd to th' Trojans flies full fast For her new tricks fit place she spies at last Where brave Iülus was about the shore Busily hunting some wilde beare or bore And here hells hagge a sudden foile infus'd Into the dogs and much their sent abus'd With fierce pursuit to prosecute that deere Which did the first cause of much ill appeare And to fierce broiles the rustick clowns did steere A high-horn'd stately stagge was tamely bred By Tyrrhus children from the damme so fed This Tyrrhus from Latinus had the charge To keep his deere in parks and forrests large Their sister Sylvia deare that deere kept trim And on his horns with flowres adorned him And comb'd his locks and kept him clean and slick And he to hand would come and meat would pick Out of his masters hand and forth would stray Into the woods yet finde the readie way Unto his masters house though late at night Iülus dogs had of him sudden sight And at him flew as he was wandring there Cooling his heat in woods and waters cleare Ascanius also who did fame affect A sharp shaft from his bow did straight direct Nor did fate fail to help the mark to hit But through his paunch the whistling arrow split The hart pierc'd neare the heart homeward made haste And with deep groans him in 's known stable plac'd And like one mourning seem'd much to complain And every room his bleedings did retain Sad Sylvia first the sister beats her breasts Cries out for help the rusticks rude requests To come together They for yet i' th' wood The mischief lurking lay not understood Rashly run to her this brings in his hands A knottie clubbe that with bright fier-brands Is stoutly arm'd each one what first he findes Snaps up Wrath armeth peevish testy mindes Tyrrhus calls troops also as he was cleaving Oaks in foure parts them with stiffe wedges reaving His ax snatcht up in furious puffe and snuffe Here then the hellish hagge sate high enough To spie this mischiefs opportunitie And from the ridges of the stables high A past'rall summons on her horn she sounds Whose ratling noise i' th'
billowing seas And wander where thou wilt if so thou please But let me save his sonne from warres dire woes I have faire cities fit for safe repose Paphos and Amathus and Cythera Idalia faire thither repaire he may There leaving arms lead an ignoble life Then may'st thou Carthage cause with Martiall strife To vex all Italie nought can oppose If this may be their Carthaginian foes To what end hath he scapt warres mischiefs past Why hath he fled through Grecian flames at last Why hath he shun'd so many dangers great Which lands and swallowing seas did to him threat Whiles he and his poore Trojans Latium sought And Pergams walls t' have re-erected thought Had it not better been t' have stay'd in Troy And seen their countreys burning last annoy Sweet fire let me thee for my Trojans pray That they to Xanthus streams and Simois may Return again revert I thee Intreat To Trojans poore their toils and travells great Hereat queen Iuno grew most passionate And unto Venus thus she burst out straight Why from deep silence do you me constrain And force me my hid griefs rip up again Did any either God or man compell Your sonne Aeneas unto battells fell Or for to make king Latine thus his foe The fates you say to Latium forc'd you go VVell be it so yet I say otherwise Cassandra forc'd him with mad fooleries And yet did we him from his tents entice Endanger'd he his life through our advise By windes at sea did we his sonne incite Fierce warre to wage or on town-walls to fight To make a league with adverse Tuscanes stout Or peacefull nations thus with warres burst out VVhat God enforc'd this fraud what did our might VVhere now was Iuno Iris cloudie flight You say 't is pitie Italie should fire Your Trojan town which did new life acquire That Turnus should his native land maintain Where 's granfather Pilumnus once did reigne And where his mother faire Venilia The Goddesse dwelt And why is 't not I pray As great a pity that with bloudy broile Your Trojans should infest our Latines soile To plow in others fields to catch the prey From mothers bosomes thus to steal a way Betrothed virgins wives by force t' obtain Pray peace by legates yet warres prae-ordain You could Aeneas from Greeks arms protect Put for a man a cloud slight aire inject And to so many nymphs transform your fleet Yet must it be supposed most unmeet For ours also your way their weal to meet Your sonne Aeneas absent knowes not ought Still may he absent be and still know nought You have a Paphos and Cythera faire Why do you not then our fierce people spare Whose hearts and homes are big with bloudy broiles And once spurr'd up will hardly cease from spoiles Was 't we that first o'return'd Troyes triviall treasure Was 't we or he that for his lustfull pleasure Brought Greeks to your poore Trojans what 's the cause That Europe Asia with warres greedy jaws Devoure each other marriage-rites being broke By filtching filthie lust did I provoke Th' adulterer of Troy the Spartane dame To force with him did I incense the flame Of warre with violence and venerie Then had it fitter been thus fearefullie Their cases to condole now 't is too late To use such coyn'd complaints t' ejaculate Such unjust janglings Iuno thus reply'd Whose words the sacred synod did divide In various votes much like the bustling winde First puffing in a wood by boughs confin'd Makes a close rumbling murmure whence unknown Whereby fierce following storms are sea-men shown Iupiter then who had prime power to speak From further silence now began to break Who speaking all the court of Gods was still Earth trembled aire did cease all echoing shrill Fierce VVestern-windes rough ocean-waves were laid Mark well therefore sayes he what now is said Since Trojans and Italians may not be VVith links of love in one made to agree Nor any hope we have to end your jarres What-ever hope or hap ye have in warres Enjoy the same on both sides but to me Trojans Rutulians both alike shall be So 't shall be seen whether by destinie The Trojans get firm ground in Italie Or whether by an impious errour led And sinister conceipts they ventured I 'le neither Trojans nor Rutulians cleare For either side shall his own travells beare And follow his own fortunes shame or fame Great Iove their king will be to both the same The fates will finde a way This here I vow By my beloved brothers Stygian slow By all those pichy flouds and banks most black VVhereat he beckt and with a thunder-crack Olympus totall frame extreamly trembled Here ceast the parle of all the Gods assembled Then mightie Iove rose from his golden throne By all the Gods to 's station tended on Meanwhile the Rutules 'bout the gates were spread Much men were slain the walls were oft fired VVithin theirtrenches Trojan bands were bound And hard besieg'd no hope of flight was found And poorely on their forts in vain they stand And fence their walls with a thin thrivelesse band Asius Imbrasius sonne Thymaetes stout Hictaons sonne two Trojans stood about Two of king Tros his sonnes and Caster old The forefront kept with the two brothers bold Of great Sarpedon and Ethimon brave From Lycia land these them attendance gave Then Phrygian Acmon sonne of Clytius great Brother to Mnestheus for his Martiall heat Equall to either with huge might and art Took up a mightie stone a mounts best part These strive with stones those to defend with shafts VVith wilde-fire balls and bow-mens sinowy drafts Himself i' th' midst faire Venus darling deare Ascanius young bare-headed did appeare Much like a precious pearle fast fixt in gold Gracing ones head or neck rare to behold Or as white ivorie in black ebonie Inlaid by art glisters resplendentlie His milk-white neck with dangling locks o're-spread Yet wreathed up in folds with golden thred The noble nations Ismarus thee saw VVith poysoned shafts mens hearts-bloud out to draw Thou peerelesse prince sprung from faire Lydia's land Where Pactolus yeelds gold a fruitfull strand Mnestheus was also there whose grace was great Who from their forts did Turnus lately beat And Capys from Capua's town took name They by fierce blows contending thus for fame Aeneas crost the foamy seas by night For when he parted from Euanders sight And to Etruria came he met the king And to the king related every thing His name and nation whence and why he came What strength Mezentius did unto him frame King Turnus turbulence mans fickle state To shun delayes he then doth supplicate Tarchon conjoynes his powers firm league doth make Then they a forrain captain to them take Freed from all fault therein by destinie And so a ship-board went immediately Aeneas ships the vantguard led along The foredecks deckt with Phrygian lions strong Whose poop with Ida's painted mount was graced A gratefull guarding signe to Trojans chased There
great Aeneas sate casting in minde Warres various events he 's like to finde Prince Pallas with him sate on his left side And now night starres he gaz'd their ships to guide Thinking what land and sea-toiles he did ' bide And now set ope ye sacred Muses nine Sweet Helicons faire fount with power divine To raise my layes to sing and shew the might Which in Aeneas aid came now to fight From faire Etruria bravely armed all Transported over sea in ships most tall Prince Massicus in 's golden tiger sails With him a thousand youths from Clusus dales And Cosa's confines skilfull at the bow Death-wounding shafts to shoot and darts to throw Fierce Abas in another vessell went VVhereon Apollo's figure excellent Glistered with golden rayes His totall rout VVas full six hundred Martiall souldiers stout From Populonia their faire native soile All expert youths and fit for fight and spoile From Ilva faire three hundred gallants came A fertile countrey mettals strong to frame Asylas a southsayer the third place had VVhose divinations birds and beasts were glad And starres above obediently to heare And rapid lightnings all his votes to cleare An armie of a thousand thick he led At lances long and strong experienced All these from fluent Alphins Pisas came A Tuscane town readie to purchase fame Next whom came on renowned Astur faire Astur for riding horses expert rare Arm'd with most curious various colour'd arms Three hundred of them prompt for fierce alarms Bred up in Caerets soil by Minions lands Old Pyrgus and ill-air'd Gravisca's strands Nor may I thee omit great Cycnus strong VVho bravely thy Ligurians led'st along Nor thee Cupavo with thy armie small Whose helmets height was rais'd with swans-plumes tall Your love your guilt began and cognizance For Cycnus as 't is said the dire mischance Of his beloved Phaëthon bewailing Among the poplars and the shades him vailing Of his deare leafie-sisters as thus he Sate warbling out love-sighing melodie He turned was into a milk-white swan Leaving the land and companie of man And flying up i' th' aire with chattering voice His sonne in 's ships led troops of equall choice And forc'd along with oares his centaure great And thwacks the waves and seems huge rocks to threat Furrowing the mightie main with 's vessell strong VVhom Ocnus followed with an armie strong From 's fathers realm esteem'd a southsayer wise VVhose birth from Tuscane river did arise And Manto faire and to his mothers fame The town and towres he Mantua did name Mantua mightie in progenitours But yet not all from lineall ancestours This nation rul'd three tribes and under them Foure mightie states made up that diadem But this was the metropolis of all From Tuscanes bloud came their originall And hence Mezentius 'gainst himself did arm â—â—ve hundred valiant sparks his pride to charm VVhom Mincius Benacs sonne cloath'd in ripe reeds In piercing pine-ships through rough seas proceeds And leads along Next went Auletes brave Whose hundred branchie trees so slice each wave And roule the rising flouds with restlesse roare As that they boile with foam at rocky shore Him terrifying Triton strongly bare Set in 's sea-frighting coerule shelly chaire Whose upper parts from face unto the breast Though rough and hairie yet mans form exprest From belly downward a sea-monster foule Who as he swims with fins the waves doth roule Under his half-wilde breast with rumbling roares And foule slime-foamie billows to the shores So many peeres in thirtie ships did sail And plow the liquid soile for Troyes avail And now day spent and night comne on apace Night-gadding Cynthia with her whitely face Having past half the heavens in chariot faire Aeneas for he takes no rest for care Sitting himself the helm holds sails does tend And as they now i' th' midway onward bend Behold the troop of sea-nymphs once ship-mates To whom faire Berecyâ—thiâ— ordinates Seas soveraigntie of ships them having made So many nymphs these swimming to him stayd As many as at shore when ships did stand So many know their king and hand in hand About them dancing swimme of all which train Cymodocea ablest to explain And speak their mindes coming behinde them all With her right hand holds fast the ship most tall I' th' poop thereof raising herself upâ—ight With her left hand fleering her passage sâ—ight Thus to him then unknown the sea-nymph spake Faire Goddesse sonne Aeneas art th'awake Awake then still slacken thy ropes to sails Give way to winde enjoy these goodly gales We once were sacred Ida's pine-trees faire But now to nymphs we metamorphiz'd are We were thy fleet till thy perfidious foe Rutulian rough sought us to overthrow With fire and sword whereat though 'gainst our minde We brake our bonds our safety so to finde And now thus through the sea we thee have sought Thy tender mother on us this form wrought And made us thus sea-nymphs to spend our dayes Amongst the rocks in Neptunes watery wayes As for thy childe Ascanius he is well And safe immur'd i' th' town and trench doth dwell ' Midst deadly darts and Martiall Latines stout Th' Arcadian troop of horsemen stirres not out From station set One half of Turnus bands Lest to the town they power unite now stands Firmly resolv'd thee herein to prevent Arise therefore in haste thy mates convent And set in battell-ray before sun-rise Thy all-proof target take to thee likewise VVhich the ignipotent black Vulcan gave Impenetrable edg'd with gold most brave For this next morning if thou trust for true VVhat now I say shall see thee to embrew Thy sword in bloud of thick Rutulians slain Thus having said she shov'd with might and main His mightie ship at her departure thence In her known way which with fierce violence Flew through the floud more swift than shaft from bow Or nimble dart equalling windes that blow And therewithall the ships fast after flie This fact did Troyes Aeneas stupifie The omen yet his heart exhilarates Thus then to th' heavens he briefly supplicates Faire Ida's mother of Gods to whom poore Troy To save and shield is thy delight and joy Who towns and towres and lions fierce and strong Dost make to yeeld to yokes to thee belong The praises of my facts of this great fight Order this augure prosperously aright Stand to thy Trojans with auspicious aid Faire Goddesse I thee pray This having said Meanwhile day light began now to wax cleare And night quite banisht all did bright appeare First he his mates commands warres signes to watch And to their harnesse strong their hearts to match To fit them for the fight And now he had His Trojans and their camp in 's sight most glad Standing aloof in 's ship whereat he rais'd With his left hand his shield which brightly blaz'd The Trojans from their walls who this did spie Do raise a clamour echoing to the skie Hope kindlesse courage darts i' th' aire they fling Like Thracian cranes descending with strong
grief Here first Aeneas hop'd for hearts relief And better learn'd to trust afflictions frown For as he view'd the temple up and down Finding the queen minding this cities state Which curious Artists did delineate He wonders most to see his Trojan storie Their warres and woes spread with world-wondrous glorie Atrides Priam and unkinde Achilles He weeping staid and said See kinde Achates What place what parts abound not with our woes Behold king Priams pay his praise here grows These are materiall teares crosses come neare Cease feares for from these palms doth hope appeare Thus sayes he and him gluts with pictures vain Sighs deep and flouds of teares his cheeks do stain For here he saw how 'bout the walls of Troy Brave Hector did fierce Greeks affright annoy There how Achilles Trojans did destroy Hard by he weeping knew white Rhesus tent Which soon i' th' night betraid by hard event Cruell Tydides with much bloud did spoile And his fierce horses forc'd to 's camp recoile Before they graz'd on Troyes unhappy grasse Or Xanthus streams to taste cold safely passe Young Troilus flying there whose sword him fail'd Unluckie lad unequally assail'd By Achilles soon shov'd out of 's chariots chaire Yet held the rulelesse reins his comely haire And deadly wounded corps drag'd on the ground And after him his speare he drailing found Then how Troyes dames with haire about their eares With vailed heads eyes full of brinish teares Beating their breasts to Pallas temple went Who frowningly to th' ground her fixt eyes bent How Hectors corps thrice 'bout Troyes walls were drag'd And by Achilles sold for gold upbag'd Heart-breaking sighs he fetcht to see the spoiles The current chariots and friends deadly foiles And how king Priam pray'd with weak-rais'd hands Yea he himself saw ' midst the Grecian bands The Indians troops and Memnons black aray How that Virago brave Penthesil'a Led her Amazones arm'd with moon-like shields And bravely fighting in Troyes Martiall fields Her breast laid ope bound with a golden belt Proud foes the blows of this fierce female felt Whiles these rare objects Troyes Aeneas ey'd VVith serious sight of them even stupifi'd Unto this temple faire queen Dido came Tended with many a stately youthfull dame Most like divine Diana and her train On Cynthus hills or on Eurota's plain About whom thousand Faries faire do cluster About her neck a quiver whose bright luster And stately pace all her Nymphs farre exceeds And in Latona's heart prompt pleasure breeds Thus lovely lively Dido seem'd to be ' Midst all intent her throne stablisht to see Then guarded she just at the Goddesse gate Sate down high seated in a chaire of state VVhere she made laws and labours did requite Allotting all by lots or laws their right VVhen suddenly Aeneas saw a throng Approach to him which was Cloanthus strong Sergest Anthea and the Trojans all VVhom raging seas forc'd on strange shores to fall Amaz'd he stood astonisht with him were Achates and the rest with joy and feare Longing for sweet reciprocall embraces But a hid hap this from their heart first chases They coucht it and cloth'd in a concave cloud What fate their friends what haven their ships did shroud How they came thither then expostulating They some selected who themselves prostrating Came to the temple pardon there to crave Where entred they to speak full freedom have Then fluent faire Ilioneus sweetly said Great queen whom Iove this cities foundresse made Whose justice proudest people makes afraid We weather-tyr'd poore Trojans thee desire To spare our ships from fierce nought-sparing fire Pity a pious race propitious be To our affaires For we are all most free From least intent to rob or spoile thy land Or on faire Libya's Gods to lay foule hand Poore captives cannot harbour hopes so high But there 's a place which Greece call'd anciently Hesperia ancient powerfull plenteous known Where the Oenotrians dwelt by fame now shown Italia nam'd from Italus renown'd Thither we all have our intentions bound VVhen straight stormie Orion tympanizing And surly Southern fierce blasts tyrannizing Brought us upon black seas seas overflown Drave us on rocks unpassable unknown Hither we few have swumme But what be ye What rude conditions on this soile see we To be debarred harbour on your land From setting foot on shore warres countermand If mortall men and earthly arms ye sleight Yet feare the Gods mindefull of wrong and right Aeneas was our king more just then he More pious potent prince there could not be Whom if the fates preserve if yet alive If gaping grave him not of life deprive We feare not nor need'st thou thy love repent Primely exprest In Sicils continent Are Trojans and Troyes arms Acestes great A Trojan born Let us we thee intreat Our weather-beaten barks to harbour bring Repaire our oares fit masts i' th' woody spring That so we lively may to Latium sail Our king companions safe if fates don't fail But if they do and thee great prince of Troy Libyan seas hold withhold our hoped joy Of young Iülus let 's at least regain Faire Sicils shores where king Acest doth reigne From whom we hither came Thus Ilion said And all the Trojans humming reverence made Then Dido with grave count'nance briefly spake And said Brave sirs false feares vain cares forsake Novell necessitie of our late reigne Doth us to this strict watch and ward constrain Who knows not Troy and brave Aeneas race The men their might and dire warre-wracked case Our Punick hearts are not so dead so dull Nor from our parts doth Sol his steeds so pull But that ye may Hesperia faire enjoy Timanus or Sicilian plains employ And go to king Acestes at your pleasure I 'le safely free you furnish you with treasure Or if you will in our dominions bide Our citie's yours our havens your ships may hide Trojans and Tyrians I 'le alike embrace And oh that king Aeneas whom storms chase Were present Sure I 'le send to search each shore And Libya's utmost confines to explore To see if haply in strange town he stray Or in some uncouth woods have lost his way Aeneas and Achates hearts reviv'd With these sweet words to break the cloud long striv'd And first Achates to Aeneas said Great heaven-born prince what thoughts thy minde invade All things are safe our ships and mates all found One onely's lost whom we our selves saw drown'd All things thy mothers words firm ratifie Scarce spake he thus when into th' open skie The cloathing cloud brake and dissolved straight When faire Aeneas in illustrious state Did shine and shew like Phoebe in face and feature His mother making him a matchlesse creature For gracefull haire and youthfull azure eyes For count'nance sweet which beautie happifies Like damsels hands with ivorie braclets graced Or sparkling stones with gold plates round embraced Thus then unthought on quick to th' queen he spake See here I stand for whom such care you take Trojan Aeneas
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
apprehend Hesperia spoke of and faire Italie But who 'd have thought Trojans should e're come nigh Those parts or who did then Cassandra trust But to Apollo now submit we must And follow better fortunes This thus said VVe all his words most joyfully obey'd And parted from this place few left behinde Our ships do plow the seas vvith pleasant vvinde As thus our vvingy sails through vvaves do flie No land novv seen all sea all aire and skie Then o're my head a black blevv cloud did stand Whereby i' th' floud nightâ—storms seem'd neare at hand VVindes quick winde up the waves huge billows rise Flouds make our fleet to float day from our eyes Dark clouds rowl up wet night takes skie from sight And from cleft clouds flash out quick lightnings bright We wander through blinde seas our course crost quite Yea Palinurus did himself denie He could or day or night by heaven discrie Or know his way i' th' sea Three dayes together In foggy mists vve stray'd in stormie weather And three nights never having seen a starre The fourth day first vve land discri'd afarre Mountains peept up and chimney smoak ascended Our sails we slack our oares vve close attended No stay vve make our shipmen strenuously Slice up the foam sweep the blew flouds on high And first Strophadean shores from sea me save The Greeks these isles Strophades named have Isles in the great Ionick sea vvhere dwell Celaeno fierce and ravenous Harpyes fell E're since Phinëus house vvas from them shut And they from their first table-feares vvere put Then these vvere ne'remore hideous monsters found Then these the Gods great vvrath did ne're more wound VVhen rais'd from Stygian pools Birds of strange shape Foule fowles vvith virgins faces mouths which gape Still hunger-starv'd vvith most insatiate maws Which filthily hang loose hands vvith huge claws Here now i' th' port vve safely set behold VVe saw great droves of lusty fat beefs bold And flocks of goats feeding no herdsman by On vvhom vvith swords vve set and instantly The Gods yea Iove himself vve invocate Part of our prey with 's to participate Then on the ground beds spread we eat our meat But from the mountains with a bluster great And horrid noise the Harpyes on us light And with huge din clap their wings in our sight Snatch up our meat with filthie fists defilde And make most odious smells and screekings vvilde Again in a remote most private place Under a rock which shades and boughs did grace Our table set on shrines we sacrifice Again from hidden holes a crosse way flies Another troublous troop with hooky claws To catch the prey and fill their filthy maws Then straight to take up arms I charge my mates And to fierce fight each one accelerates Against that odious armie as I bad Their swords and shields i' th' grasse they hidden had Thus when to th' shore to us with noise they grew Misenus from an high hill did them view And with brasse trumpet sounds th' alarum straight My mates make head thick blows reduplicate Those foule sea-fowls to foile and profligate But nor their wings nor backs our blows could hurt For into th' aire they swiftly flie and flurt Leaving the half-got prey and prints behinde Of their foule feet Onely alone I finde Set on a steepie cliff Celaeno fierce Unluckie wizard who our hearts to pierce Brake out into these words Is 't vvarre indeed Perfidious Trojâ—ns must fierce vvarre proceed For our slain beeves and goats quite to expell Us harmlesse Hâ—rpyes from our native cell Then heare me and my words imprint in thee What mightie Iove to Phoeb Phoeb shewed to me I chief of furies will reveal to thee With winde and tide to Italie you go To Italie at last you shall do so But first e're you your citie edifie Fierce famine and our slaughters injurie Shall cause you quite devoure your store of meat And bring you to distresse nought left to eat This said away into the woods she flies Whereat bloud-chilling feare doth us surprise Our hearts did faint now not with powers but prayers We labour to make peace to cure our cares Whether bad birds or sacred fouls they be And old Anchises most devoutly he His hands stretcht forth the great Gods invocates And to them their due honours dedicates Great Gods sayes he spare threats avert these ills Appeased save good men that do your wills Then straight he bids us loose the ship from shore And hale the cables in The windes up boare Our faire spread sails and so we cut the seas And make our way where puffs and pilot please And first at sea we woodie Zacynth spie Samey Dulichium rockie Nerite high Ithaca's rocks we passe Laertes strait Vlysses native soile we execrate As we it passe To stormie Leucas hills We came and to Apollo's point vvhich fills Poore shipmens heart with feares Here vve at last Tir'd at a little town ariv'd and fast To come to shore our anchours out we cast Thus having found an unexpected land To Iove vve expiated out of hand Made vows and sacrifice and manly sport On Actium shore us'd in our Trojan court Our nakâ—d youths suppling their joynts vvith oyle Our countrey-vvrastling use â—o see our toile And danger past passing so many towns Of adverse Greece and midst of foe-mens frovvns This joy'd our hearts Now a full summer past By Northern icy blasts flouds frozen fast On a brasse shield vvhich on a post I hung Great Abas famous facts in verse I sung Saying Here Aeneas consecrates these arms Wonne from the conquering Greeks most fierce alarms Then from these shores to th' oares I bid them flie And they the seas beat brush most Iustily Soon vve lost sight of high Corcyra's towers And bare up by Epirus pleasant bowers VVhere entring Chaons port our course vve bend To brave Buthrotums citie to ascend Here vve rare things of note did understand Hovv Trojan brave Helenus did command The Grecian towns vvho Pyrrhus vvife did vved And vvore his crown and after married Andromache both of them Trojans bred I vvondred and my heart burnt vvith desire To greet the man and of these things t' enquire So on I past shores ships safe left behinde When as by chance I saw vvith mournfull minde Before the citie in a grove most green Neare Simois stream Andromache the queen Offring sad gifts an annuall sacrifice To Hectors ashes calling up likewise The ghosts to 's tombe 'bout which green turfs did grow And two more shrines her greater grief to show She consecrated had When me she saw And Trojan troops with me neare her to draw Distracted straight she seem'd strangely afraid At this so sudden sight she stood dismaid All vitall heat her corps did quite forsake And down she sunk long first at last she spake Is 't a true face bringst thou true news to me O God desse sonne liv'st thou or if thou be Rais'd from the dead tell me where 's Hector
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
all whom death destroyes Great potent peeres unmarried maids and boyes Compt youths vvhich die before their fathers face Like leaves in vvoods falling from trees apace Pincht off by autumnes chilling killing cold Or like conglomerated birds that hold And flie together forced o're the main By vvinter vveather to some pleasant plain Thus stand they striving first to be past o're With hands and hearts longing for th' other shore The fuming ferryman takes these leaves those And others fiercely farre from shore o'rethrows Aeneas with this noise much mov'd amaz'd Sayes to the priestly maid Pray vvhence is rais'd This flocking to the floud vvhat seek these soules What strange adventure to these banks them toules And why do those the livid waves vvith oares So swiftly sweep to get unto you shores To whom the aged priest sayes briefly thus Anchises and Ioves off-spring generous This is Cocytus deep black Styxes lake By which to sweare forsweare Gods conscience make Unburied soules that ragged-rabble be And he the boatsman Charon whom you see Those vvhom he rowes in 's boat due buriall have Now may they till their bones do rest in grave O're those rough streams those banks have transportation But make about those shores perambulation And wandring walks at least an hundred yeares Then passe they o're those ponds which them re-cheeres Aeneas then with fixed feet stood still Full of deep thoughts pitying their case most ill There he beheld Leucaspis 'mongst them all And brave Orontes his fleets admirall Mourning their vvant of honourable graves Whom boystrous blasts o'rewhelmed in the vvaves And sunk both ships and men sailing from Troy Behold he now beheld vvith more annoy His ship-master his Palinure perplext Who sailing Sicils seas his eyes fast fixt Upon his starres fell over-board was drown'd Whom scarce for mists his sad friend having found Thus he sayes to him My deare Palinure What God our losse of thee did thus procure And drench thee in the deep I pray thee tell For ne're till now did falshood with him dwell Apollo with this one unsure reply Did much deceive my vain credulity Who told me thou seas safe shouldst passe and see Faire Italie and there shouldst landed be And is this now the faithfull promise made But he on th' other side repli'de and said Brave Trojan prince nor Phoebus thee deluded Nor any God me to the seas obtruded For I my self holding my helm too fast Where I sat pilot did me headlong cast Into the sea guiding the ship I sweare By all rough seas nought did me so much feare As thy great ships and ship-masters decay Lest on thy bark rough swelling seas should prey Three vvinter-nights fierce vvindes me blew about The ocean vast the fourth day I found out VVith much adoe the banks of Italie Keeping my head still 'bove the waves on high At last by small degrees I got to land And thereon safely I a while did stand And so had staid but for a barbarous crew VVho to me dropping vvet in fury drew And as I crawled up on hands and feet A craggy bank vvith swords they did me meet Slew me and of me hop'd to make a prey Now vvindes and vvaves me neare the shore do lay Yet keep i' th' sea Wherefore by heavens light cleare By this faire aire and by thy father deare And young Iülus hopes I thee intreat Free me from this ill state thou captain great And either put me as thou mayst in ground For I in Velines haven may be found Or else if means there be if Goddesse great Have shewn thee any supernat'rall fear For I beleeve not vvithout heavâ—nly aid Thou swam'st this floud this Stygiaâ— lake didst vvade Lend me poore wretch thy hand and help me o're That I at least may rest in you â—weet shore Thus he and thus the priest her minde expresâ— Whence Palinure comes this thy rash request VVouldst thou unburied Styxes stream paâ—â—e o're The furies flouds unbidden leave thy shore Cease to expect by prayers to change heavens fates But heare and mark what thy case consolates The nearest neighbours bordering ' boâ—â— those parts By heavens prodigious signes perplext in hearts Shall take thy bones and vvith solemnities Interre entombe thee from which grave shall rise Unto that place an everlasting name Of Palinure Hence he more glad became His care had cure his grief in part was past That that land should his name retain at last Then on they passe and to the pool draw nigh Whom Charon straight on Stygian streams doth spie How slily they the wood walk haste to land Thus he with checks and taunts them takes in hand Who e're thou art that arm'd wouldst sail this way Say what 's thy will why com'st thou thou shalt stay These be soules seats here night and sleep do sit In Styxes boat live bodies 't is not fit To carry o're nor did it me well please To carry Theseus or great Hercules Or Pirithous though they were heavenly bred For strength and stomack most unconquered Alcides bound fierce Cerberus in bands Hells great grim-porter and with his strong hands Him quaking drag'd from Pluto's princely seat The rest did plot our king of 's queen to cheat To whom th' Amphrysian priest reply'd again Trust me here 's no such tricks from rage refrain Our weapons wound not Cerberus may bark And ever fright poore soules in 's dungeon dark Proserpina may keep her uncles bed For this our Trojan prince much honoured For piety and prowesse but intends To go to 's father to deep hell descends If so great goodnesse in the man moves not Yet know this branch of gold which he hath got Which she pul'd forth being hid under his gown Whereat his rage and wrath of heart sank down Silent that sacred gift he did adore The fatall branch not seen long time before And shoves to shore the blew boat them to take And other soules which sate beside the lake He thrusts aside and layes the hatches fit And great Aeneas sits i th' bulk of it The joynted barge groan'd with their pondrous weight And through the chinks took in much puddle straight At length the priest and prince pasto're the floud And scapt the flaggy gray-grasse myre and mud Hells porter Cerberus through his triple throat Through all those regions rais'd a barking note Couching huge curre-like in his kennell by Whose snake-like swelling neck the priest did spie And castâ— to him a soporiferous sop With drugs and honey mixt which he did slop And through his treble throat it quickly snaps In dogged-hunger with his meager chaps Whereat his mighty back croucht down he lies And spreads himself i th' cave with slumbring eyes The porter laid Aeneas whipt in brave And got to shore from th' irregressive wave Straight in 's first entrance piteous cries he heares And loud laments of infants 'bout his eares Of tender babes snatcht from their mothers breast Depriv'd of longer life by deaths arrest Next these were those
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
plough sicle and sythe declin'd No love delight in tillage countrey toile Their peacefull blades in fornace they reboyle And now th' allarums sound vvarres signe is given This man his helm from home in haste is driven To snatch away that man his horse constrains To weare his traces foamy bit and reins A third his shield and treble coat of mail Put on and weares his trusty sword t' assail And now ye sacred nine set ope I pray Sweet Helicon and let my Muse display The mighty kings heroick captains stout And Martiall bands these bloudy fields that fought VVith what most potent peeres and armies great All Italie was fraught in Martiall heat You ladies faire you best can shew the same For scarce fames whisperings to our knowledge came The first that waged warre with Martiall bands VVas fierce Mezentius from his Tyrrhene lands A stout contemner of Troyes deities And with him came Lausus his sonne likewise A compt accomplisht prince without compare Onely excell'd by Laurents Turnus faire Lausus I say famous great horse to ride And tamelesse beasts to tame of peerelesse pride From Agylla unhappie troops he train'd VVorthy o're's fathers empire to have reign'd Unworthie to be call'd Mezentius sonne Next these Aventine brave due honour wonne Sonne of Alcides victour-like proceeds Drawn in his chariot with his conquering steeds In 's hand a shield with 's fathers scutchion faire VVherein an hundred poisonous snakes he bare Environed with Hydra's serpentine VVhom in Aventine mount the priest divine Rhea by bastard birth conceiv'd and bred The victour being vvith the priest coupled VVhen Geryon was deceast and Laurents lands Hercules had obtain'd with conquering hands And Spanish spoils fat beeves had brought with him And them in Tyrrhene streams had washt most trim His souldiers held in hand a Romane speare And hacking halberts to the field did beare And fought with rapiers and Italian dart Himself to strike more terrour to the heart Of his beholders wore a lions skin Full of rough haire whose fangs did seem to grin In manner of a helm above his head Thus like his father fierce apparrelled Feare-smiting Hercules he statâ—ly stâ—ulks And to king Latines court on foot he walks Two brethren then Catillus Coras stout Two gallant Grecian youths went bravely out From Tybur strong which from Tyburtus name Their brother was so call'd They bravely came I' th' armies vantguard hedg'd with weapons thick Much like two cloud-begotten Centaures quick Running in rage from some hills steepie height Leaving Thessalian Othrys Homol white Whose rapid race makes trees and woods give way Whose furious flight huge ratling boughs obey Strong Caeculus Praeneste's founder faire Was also there whom pristine times declare To be black Vulcans sonne a king of kine Found in the fire with whom huge bands combine Of countrey Corydons much men beside Of high Praeneste and of those which ' bide About Gabinian Iuno's pleasant plains And icie Anio and the waterie trains Which Hernicks rocks inhabit And the swains Whom rich Anagnia Amasenus fields Do feed they had not all strong arms or shields Nor ratling chariots but the greatest part Fought with black leaden bags with swinging smart Some others strong two-handed slings did beare And on their heads rough wolfs-skin hats did weare Their left legs bare raw skinnes their right did hide Messapus also famous horse to ride Great Neptunes sonne was there whose furie great None could with sword or fire abate or beat His peacefull people unaccustomed To bloudy broiles he on a sudden led To battell and to handle sword instructs One from Fescinium mightie troops conducts From just Haliscus and Soractes towers And from Flavinium faire leads forth great powers And from Cyminus mount and flowing spring Capenas woods who in array did sing Their princesse praise as snowy swans do use When in the aire themselves they broad diffuse Flying from pastures and with chattering shrill Through their long throats with notes the skies they fill And make Cayster and moist moores to sound And Asia wide nor could a man be found To think the arms of so great bands would fail But that the airie clouds of swans prevail Singing and swooping from the sea to shore And now behold great Clausus addes yet more Clausus from ancient Sabines sprung who brought Great troops himself a mighty troop being thought From whom faire Claudias stock and race arose In Italie when Romanes Sabines chose With him came troops from Amiternums town And antique Sabines all to reap renown Eretums powers Mutuscas might where spring Olives great store Nomentum bands did bring And Velines rosean regiments were there And hilly Tetricus and high Severe From Foruli Casperia Himell's floud From Tybers and Fabaris rivers good From frigid Nursia rigid Hortines bands And many troops from utmost Latines lands From Allia's odious streams great armies go As thick as Libyas marble flouds do flow When winter-waves do fierce Orion hide Or standing-corne by parching sun-shine dry'de Or Hermus flouds in field or Lycia's lands Fruitfully overflown So martiall bands So clattering shields and souldiers confluence fast Make the ground grunt and dusty clouds up cast Again great Agamemnons Halesus The Trojans ancient foe most furious Drawn in a chariot unto Turnus brought A thousand souldiers with warre-furie fraught Who Bacchus his vine-bearing Massica With spades eradicate without delay And souldiers from Arunca's hills most high From Sidicinums seas and Cales nigh And from Vulturnus adjacent faire floud And dwellers in Saticulus thick wood And Hoscies powers who with short darts do fight Fitted with leather-holds more deep to smite Their left hand held a targe their right a blade Or faulchion faire much like a sicle made Nor may our lines in silence pretermit Oebalus whom as ancient times have writ On Sebethis the nymph Telon begat VVhen aged king of Caprea he sat But when this sonne his fathers throne rejected And larger limits for his rule affected He over-ran Sarastes people strong And Sarnus which lies sea-ward all along And those which Rufae Batulum do hold And all Celenna's fields and fertile mould Fruitfull Abella and her walls and plains VVho cast a kinde of dart much like Germanes Their heads for hatâ— cover'd with cork-bark light Armed with swords and shields of brasse most bright Great Vfens also to this warfare came Mountanous Nursa left of matchlesse fame And fortunate in fight whose natives brave Themselves to arms and hunt in forrests gave Their Aequiculians arm'd would till their land Delighted most by furious force of hand To live by catching preyes and robberies vile Moreover from Marrubia's ancient isle King Archippus renowned Vmbro sent A famous priest who as along he went VVore on his helm a branch of olive faire He able was by skill and cunning rare Both with his hands and words to cast a sleep Vipers and poisonous snakes from hissings deep And tame their rage and heal their stingings fierce But when the Trojans lance his heart did pierce
second courses meet And load the board with store of juncates sweet The singing Salii then stood round about With poplar boughs their heads adorn'd set out The young men here the old men there were seated And Hercules his praise in songs repeated And all his famous facts First how with ease His stepdames snakes he with both hands did squease And strangle dead And how he did destroy Brave cities strong Oechalia and old Troy How in king Eurystheus troublous land A thousand toils by Iuno's fierce command He underwent How thou unconquered knight Didst ruinate by thy resistlesse might Those cloud-begotten mongrell Centâ—ures great Hylaeus and foule Pholus and didst beat Yea kill the Cretan Minotaure most fierce And a huge lion mortally didst pierce Upon Nemea's banks Thou hideous hell Didst make to tremble and hells porter fell Lurking in 's bloudy den on bones half gnawn Who by thy might was from his kennell drawn Nor could mis-shapen shapes thee once affright No nor Typhoeus self with armed might Nor wast thou then of wit and worth devoid When Lerna's dragon fiercely thee annoy'd With horrid heaps of heads All hail therefore Thou sonne of Iove with Gods whom we adore Accept us and our gifts propitious be And thus his praise in layes they sang most free But Cacus den they chiefly memorize And how from Cacus mouth the fire out flies And all the woods and hills and dales resound This famous fact of Hercules renown'd These sacrifices done all now retreat Unto the town the king in state compleat Full of grave yeares went on and on each side Aeneas and his sonne with him abide And thus he past and past the time in talk And good Aeneas wonders as they walk And glanc'd his eyes about on every sight Affected with each place full of delight He questions every object and must know How every ancient monument did grow Then king Euander Romes great founder said In these woods Pauni and faire wood-nymphs stay'd And kindes of men of trunks of trees begot And of hard oaks whom nature did allot No nurture good nor customes commendable And working oxen how to use unable Riches to get or got to keep unskill'd And heps and haws and hunted cheere them fill'd Old Saturn first came from Olympus high Shunning Ioves power banisht from 's emperie He those untutour'd people stragling wide About the woods and mountains beautifi'de He gave them laws call'd their land Italie For there he liv'd in long securitie Under whose rule and regiment most sage Was then as men report the golden age In such sweet peace he did them regulate Till by degrees times did degenerate And a more vitious age began to reigne And bloudie broiles and greedinesse of gain Then came Ausonia's powers and nations strange And faire Saturnus lands name oft did change Then kings came in and Tybers torrent main From whose surname the river did retain That name by us Italians having quite Lost the true name of Albula most white I exil'd from my land did float along In seas extremities till fortune strong And fierce resistlesse fate did fix me here Mov'd by monitions of my mother deare Goddesse Carmenta and Apollo wise Whose oracles thereto did me advise Scarce said he thus when walking on in state He shew'd her tombe and Romes Carmentall gate Which men in honour of Carmentis faire A Goddesse nymph and prophetesse most rare Erected had who first did sing the praise Of famous Trojans to ensuing dayes And noble Pallantâ—uâ— And shew'd us The mightie wood which warlike Romulus Made a safeguarding sanctuarie faire And on a rock the Lupercall most rare Of Lycean Pan unto him consecrated And in th' Arcadian custome dedicated Beside he shew'd Argilets cursed grove And 'gainst the place disgrace protest by Iove Of faithlesse Argus his injurious guest Hence to Tarpeia's towre he us addrest And the now rarely guilded Capitol Which once with shadie shrubs being covered all Excessive feare of that affrighting place Did terrifie the hearts o' th' Bores most base Even then they gave the rock and grove great grace This grove sayes he this bushie hill so steep Some God but who uncertain 't is did keep Th' Arcadians think they Iove himself did see When oft fierce storms and crackling thunder he Made flie about the skie Besides behold These two demolisht towns the fragments old And rude remains of ancient men of fame Old Ianus this Saturn did th' other frame Ianiculum was this Saturnia that And thus along they past with this kinde chat To poore Euanders buildings where they view About the Romane courts a scattered crew Of cattell 'bout the edifices faire Thus when they did unto his court repaire This court sayes he great Hercules did hold This palace him receiv'd Brave guest be bold To spurn at worldly pelf thy self to show Like a great God not scorning fortunes low He ceast and brave Aeneas he brought in Into his court of princely state most thin Plac'd him upon a leafie quilted bed With a fierce Libyan beere-skin overspread Dark night rusht down whose black wings earth did hide But Venus as a mother terrifi'de And at Italia's troops sorely perplext And with Laurentums threats in minde much vext Thus from her golden bed to Vulcan speaks And in love-charming words thus silence breaks Whiles Grecian kings with warres well wasted Troy And for mens fires did her faire towres destroy I sought no succour for those wofull men No arms nor art of thine to help them then Nor thee my dearest love could I in vain Nor thy rare skill to exercise constrain Though much I ought to Priams sonnes relief And my Aeneas toiles cost me much grief Now Rutuls land by Ioves command him holds Me therefore now sweet heart thy love embolds To supplicate I onely arms do crave A mother for her childe Dame Thetis brave And faire Aurora could thee move with teares My dearest heart see see what frighting feare What troops are mustred cities up are shut Sharpning their horns at me and mine to but. She ceast and with her snowie arms most white About the neck she clasps him soft and light He seems to shrink she clings and toyes the more He on a sudden felt loves honey-rore Soak in and wonted flames to heat his heart And to o'respread his bones and every part Much like fierce thunder from clouds rumbling ript VVhen flashie flames through th' aire have nimbly skipt· She gladlie found her fraud and face most faire T' have pierc'd her husbands heart and cur'd her care Then father Vulcan bound in loves sweet chains Reply'd and said Sweet soule what thee constrains To use such farre fetcht phrases unto me Sweet Goddesse where 's thy trust 'twixt me and thee Alas deare heart had former care been so Even then we might have armed Troy from wo. Nor Iupiter nor fates Troyes blisse deny'd But Priam might yet other ten yeares ' bide Now if thou wilt to warre if here th' art bent VVhat e're my
art can adde for adjument What steel and iron brasse or silver plate VVhat fire and blasts can best consolidate Cease needlesse prayers distrust not thine own strength 'T is all for thee This having said at length He gave her long embraces loving greets And on her bosome tasted all loves sweets Thus when sweet midnights rest was past and spent Like a good huswife thriftie provident VVho timely rising closely cards and spins Her cinders builds to make her fire begins Blows the quick coals working turns night to day And makes her maids their bones to work to lay VVith toyling tasks her self well to maintain And all her charge and children to sustain Even so uxorious Vulcan iron-tamer Ignipotent most excellent arms framer Earely starts up his basking bed forsakes And him to 's iron instruments betakes Neare Siciliâ— an isle aloof there lies Lipara and Aeolia whence there flies Much fire and winde much fume and furious din Under which lies a cave and deep within The Cyclops Aetnaean forges grown i' th' rocks Do through the chimneys vent such thundring knocks And bouncing blows upon the anviles smit And tinkering strokes with nimble hammers hit As loudly echo out with clanging sound Of steel and iron batter'd long and round Upon the anviles shrill into broad plates The forge-fire sputtering puffes evaporates Here 's Vuloans house here 's vaste Vulcania town Hither from heaven this fire-fierce god came down In this large cave the Cyclops iron frame There brangling Brontes fast does file the same There streporous Steropes makes sparks to flie Naked Pyracmon does at th' anvile lie A yet unfinisht fiery work they wrought But in some part to some perfection brought Some thunderbolt which Iove from heaven did smite As on the earth do many of them light Some part unpolisht was Three clattering showres Of winter-hail upon the work he poures And three of spring-tide rain three flashes swift Of summer flames three puffes of autumne drift Thus at their work fierce frightfull flashes flie Bright rapid lightning rage and by and by With fearfull rumbling thumping thwacks of art They beat about Then on another part A chariot with swift wheels for Mars they made Wherewith he town and townsmen makes afraid A coat of arms for angry Pallas they With snake-like scales and gold did overlay And in the breast-plate of the Goddesse faire Serpentine Gorgons heads in wreaths there are Chopt from the neck whose gogling glarie eyes Rouling in rage beholders stupifies Away sayes Vulcaâ— lay away with speed All other works you lads of Aetnaean breed And hither bend your thoughts rare arms to frame For a renowned prince of matchlesse fame Now shew your strength your nimble hands rare art Come come make haste This said each playes his part And fast they fall to work each takes his place Gold silver brasse steel-mettals boile apace And being melted run like streams about And first a goodly targe they forged out Even one 'gainst all the adverse Latine shafts With fourteen folds and crosse-barre turning drafts Some at the bellows put in puff out blasts Some hissing hot-iron into th' water casts The whole shop rings with thick quick anvile blows And each his arms in order fiercely throws To give his stroke and with the tongs to turn The massie mettall which red-hot doth burn Whiles Vulcan in Aeolian puffy plains Thus busie was the rising sun constrains Euander from his palace poore to rise Wakned by morning-chanting birds in skies Who gravely risen and apparell'd meet And Tuscanes sandals laced on his feet Then his Arcadian blade he hangs by 's side VVhich on his left hung by a panthers hide A lease of lusty dogs did on him vvait Guarding their master from the palace gate Thus to his guest Aeneas lodgings went This Heroë brave mindfull of 's high intent And of his promis'd aid With no lesse care Aeneas in the morning doth prepare With Pallas young the king associated Achates kinde Aeneas comitated Met they shake hands and down together sit And having time for talk and leisure fit The king thus first began Great prince of Troy I ne're shall think whiles thou dost life enjoy Troyes crowns and comforts to be brought to thrall Our forces I confesse are too too small To give so great a prince aid competent On one side we by Tuscanes stream are pent On th' other side troops of Ruâ—ulians stout With clattering arms our walls do hedge about But I am mustring for thee mightie bands A people strong and very rich in lands VVhich happy hap unlookt for luck hath given And thou art come by fates decree from heaven Not farre from hence the citie Agylla An ancient stony basis doth display Once Lydia call'd famous for battels bold Which once did all Etruria mountains hold This land which fairely flourisht many yeares Proud king Mezentius rul'd with cruell feares Why should I mention all his murthers fierce Or why this tyrants facts most foule rehearse The Gods repay it on his impious head Besides he bound live bodies unto dead Coupling them hands to hands and face to face Ah horrid torment in which foule embrace Them all-besmear'd with putrefaction ill He with a lingring death thus us'd to kill His people tired with this tyranny At last in arms him and his familie Plotting more impious pranks they close surrounded Slew all his mates with fire his house confounded He in these broiles to Rutuls realm did flie To Turnus harbour for securitie Then all Etruria in just furie came Their king with arms for due revenge they claim Thou great Aeneas of these thousands brave The leading and the Martiall guide shalt have For all their ships stand ready ridg'd at shore And fluttering flags do hang the decks before An aged southsayer singing secret fates Does them with-hold saying O choice Lydian mates Of pristine potentates the cream and flower VVhom just revenge incenseth with strong power Against your foes and whom Mezentius base Hath stimulated with just wrath to chase No native of Italia may such bands Conduct then seek a captain from strange lands These things did all Etruria much dismay Yet still in field their ensignes they display And troubled at these heavenly destinies Tarchon himself sent oratours most wise To me with regal robes and presents rare Desiring I would to their tents repaire And of great Tuscanes state take tutelage But me my feeble and congeal'd old age And faint unfitnes to activity Denies that profered state and soveraignty My sonne I would have sent but mixed bloud With 's mothers faire Sabella thus withstood By whom part of those parts to him enclin'd But thou whose yeares and whose heroick minde The fates do favour and the Gods provide O thou Troyes and Italia's valiant guide Do thou assume this charge And here my boy Pallas my sonne my hope and future joy To thee I vvill commit to thee commend On thee his Martiall master to attend VVarres burthen great with thee to undergo Rare feats
Serranus and stout Numa slain As they the first assault did well maintain A mightie confluence of people came About the corps flocking to see the same To see their half-dead friends the bloudy place And streams of foamy gore flowing apace They know the spoiles Messapus helmet bright The trappings faire re-gain'd with sweaty fight And now Aurora rare relinquished Her earthly Tithons saffron-colour'd bed And with fresh light the earth had garnisht gay And Sol now up all hid things did display Turnus compleatly arm'd his men iâ—cites To arms and to fierce skirmishes invites Each souldier calls his mate and various words Of those last facts whet both their hearts and swords The heads besides a woefull sight to see Of Nisus and Euryalus fastned be To th' tops of two tall poles and carried high With mighty clamours of the armies crie The Trojans indefatigabely stand And on the citie-walls to the left hand They bend their armed bands for on the right The river running hedg'd them in with might The ditches they defend and on high towers In mournfull manner stood their Martiall powers Before their eyes the mens two-heads being plac'd Sorrows too well known signes both much defac'd With filth and bloud Meanwhile doth winged fame Throughout the trembling town divulge the same And to the mother of Euryalus Relates these things she most calamitous Straight fell into cold sweats and shivering feares Let fall her wheel and spindle le ts fall teares And woefully flies out cries out apace With womanish loud screeks in piteous case Tearing her haire and frantickly ascending The citie-walls her hastie courses bending To the first watch regardlesse of whats'ere She neither men nor darts nor death doth feare But thus she fills the heavens with plaints and cries On thee Euryalus cast I mine eyes And art thou he should'st be the staffe and stay Of mine old age and could'st thou run away Hard-hearted boy and leave me all alone Might not thy woefull mother first have known Thy parting hence and ta'ne last sad farewell Before such bitter dangers thee befell Alas thou unknown land alas for thee That thou a prey to birds and beasts shouldst be I brought thee not to this sad funerall Nor shed salt teares to rensh thy corps withall Thy body in pure linen cloaths to lay Which thriftily I wrought on night and day My aged dayes and cares to passe away Whither deare sonne shall I now follow thee Tell me where thy dismembred members be Where are thy parted parts thy joynts disjoyn'd Where in what land may I thee buried finde Bring'st thou my sonne this woefull news to me Have I for this through sea land followed thee You rough Rutulians if least love you have Least pity you possesse on me I crave On me I pray you showre out all your darts Let all your swords end all my living smarts Or else do thou great Iove now stand my friend And vvith thy stroke my hatefull life now end Since I no otherwise can end these vvoes From her great grief o're all the camp arose An universall sorrow loud lament Their former courage now seems dull and spent As thus her sorrows did incense their grief Actor Idaeâ—s two brave Trojans chief Advis'd thereto by vvise Ilioneus And sorely vveeping young Ascanius Took her up straight and in their arms her bare Into the house and there of her took care But now brasse trumpets sounded shrill alarms Cries flie to th' skies and blustering stirre to arms The Volscians close their shields together knit To hide their heads and hastily them fit To fill the dikes the trenches down to teare For passage some to th' vvalls their ladders reare On that side vvhere the armie vvas not great And vvhere their troops vvere thin and not compleat The nimble Trojans on the other side Accustom'd long besieged brâ—nts to ' bide Do all their engines and their arms retort And vvith strong pikes thrust them from vvalls and fort And vvith huge ponderous stones tumble them back Thus if they might their pendhouse shields to crack And break in sunder they now having tride All hazards under their thick shields to ' bide But all too vveak for vvhere most heaps collected The Trojans there a poudering pile dejected Which rouling rumbling down with vvondrous waight Did beat and batter the Rutulians straight Their targets touâ—h and strong unbound and brake Forcing Rutulians maugre former crake To feare forbeare sight under blind-fold shields And leaving stratagems i' th' open fields With vvingy shafts they now vvith courage stout Contend and from their trench to beat them out On one side proud Mezentius vvith fierce look His huge Etruscan flaming pine-lance shook On th' other side Messapus rider rare VVhose royall race sprang from great Neptune faire Brake into th'trench for scaling ladders calls To keep his hold and to ascend the vvalls O see faire Nine Calliope I pray Grace with your gracefull aid my warbled lay That â— may sing and shew what slaughters great What grave heaps Turnus made in Martiall heat What soules he sent to hell help me I pray These mightie battells issues to display For ye faire ladies can them promptly tell And ye have power to expresse them well There was a skie-topt fort with scaffolds high And situated adventagiously Which the Italians with their utmost strength Assaulted fiercely to o'rethrow at length And which the Trojans on the other side With thrown-down stones to safeguard did provide And through the loop-holes shooted showres of darts But Turnus chiefly and his Martiall hearts Fierce fire-balls threw which 'gainst the walls did stick And help'd with windes burnt up the boards most quick And on the weather-beaten posts took hold The troubled Trojans hearts vvithin vvaxt cold And fain they vvould these pressing ills have fled But savv in vain they all endeavoured They drew up then in heaps retreating straight Whereas no fire was flung then with huge weight The thus assaulted fort praecipitate Came tumbling down with thundring noise to th' skie In whose fierce fall with extream miserie Men were dasht down half dead unto the ground And their own weapons did themselves confound And wooden splinters did them pierce and vvound Helenor onely and Lycus likevvise Did hardly scape and from that mischief rise Helenors yeares him eldership allot King Maeons sonne upon his maid begot And by her nurs'd in secret after sent To Troy to th' warres without allow'd consent He scapt I say with 's naked sword most poore And on his arm a shield ignobly bore Who when he saw himself surrounded quite With Turnus troops and Latine bands in bright And glistring arms on both sides spread about Like a wilde-beast whom huntsmen with great shout Do hedge in round seeing himself beset Against their tools and toils doth rage and fret And on expected death doth rudely lip And desp'rately on snares and grins doth skip So this now lustie lad fearelesse to die Into the midst of 's foes doth
fortune hath involv'd you thus Into this warre Why have ye flown from us Your vowed friends ask ye peace for your slain Intreat ye for your dead Truely I 'd fain Farre rather to your living grant the same And to this place these parts I onely came By fates decree Nor warre I with your land Your king our love and friendship does withstand And rather trusts himself to Turnus might Whereas for Turnus it had been more right His life to hazard If he do intend By force to force us hence this warre to end 'T were fit he onely were to me addrest And he should live whom fates or facts made best But go poore citizens your slain interre Thus spake Aeneas they amazed were And silent stood gazing as men agast On one anothers faces till at last Drances the gravest of them evermore Who to young Turnus wrath and envie bore Set forth himself and thus his words did frame Brave Trojan prince great by illustrious fame Greater by vertuous facts vvith what due praise May I thy worth unto the heavens now raise I know not which or first or most t' admire Thy justice great or quenchlesse Martiall fire But we thy gratefull friends these things will show To all our mates and towns where-e're we go And if successe do smile vve hope to make King Latine thee into his love to take Let Turnus somewhere else go seek him vvives But vvhen thy fate-given vvalls and building thrives We all shall be most glad Troyes stones to beare Upon our shoulders that great work to reare He ceast and what he said all hum'd assent Then for full twelve dayes they a truce indent And peace a space to hold Then up and down Trojans and Latines stray about the town And vvoods and fields vvithout controll or strife And now to fell ash-trees strokes sound most rife Cloud-kissing pines and good old oaks to cleave To chop down cedars which sweet sents do leave And having fell'd them never cease till they In carts have carried them thence all away And now fame hastie sorrows harbinger Sad tidings told to old king Euander And fill'd Euanders court and countrey round With crosse bad news to that vvhich late did sound That Pallas conquerour was in Italie Th' Arcadians as old custome was do flie Unto their gates vvith buriall-burning light Tall torches vvhich in long ranks shone most bright Whose shine dark fields abroad distinguisht plain And thus they meeting with the Trojan train Unite their mourning troops which instantly The maids and matrons spying they drew nigh And through the citie sad raise piteous cries But for Euander nothing could suffice To hold him back but to the midst he makes His Pallas-bearing beere quick down he takes And falling fastning on it weeps and vvails And scarce his voice vvhich him vvith grief yet fails At last he thus unlocks thus vveeping spake O my deare Pallas ah didst thou not make This promise to thy parent that vvith heed And warienesse thou wouldst to warre proceed Alas I know my self how farre new fame And honyed honour therefore I too blame I' th' first assault would spurre young spirits free Ah most unhappie youths first-fruits in thee Most rigid rudiments of too soon vvarre For vvhom my votes and vows all frustrate are And thou most sacred spouse in death now blest Not kept to be by this great grief distrest But I contrariwise by life too long My fates do vanquish but my self do wrong The father living and the sonne thus dead The Rutuls should me first have slaughtered Following the Trojan troops my bloud should I Have sacrific'd then this solemnity Had been for me not for my Pallas deare But neither blame I you brave Trojans here Nor yet the league vvhich I with you did make Then ratifi'd vvhen as vve hands did shake This grief I see to my gray haires vvas lotted But since the fates untimely death had plotted Against my sonne some comfort it had been If Volscian thousands first he slain had seen And Trojans by him led victoriously Ere he had died into Italie And now poore Pallas I can give to thee No better buriall-rites then here I see Done by Aeneas kinde and Phrygians brave By Tuscane Peeres and troops thus to thy grave Who bring rich spoiles which thou from slain didst win And thou i' th' fight a mightie trunck hadst bin If so his yeares proud Turnus unto thine Had equall been but why do I confine You noble Trojans and from fight detain Go with this message to your king again Tell him whereas I live my Pallas dead 'T is by his hand to be re-comforted In making Turnus pay the debt he owes Both to the fathers and the sonnes great woes This honour fates I hope reserve for thee That by thy worth I may revenged be I seek not sweets of life nor fit I should But that the death of Turnus may be told By me to my dead sonne In this mean space Aurora rare shew'd forth her shining face To night-tyr'd wretches day-toiles to renew And now Aeneas grave and Tarchon drew Neare to the shore when fires they build apace On which slain souldiers carcases they place As custome was kindling black fuming fire Whose smoak hid heaven as it did up aspire And thrice in arms they ran about the flames And thrice they rode about with loud exclaims And trickling teares on arms and earth they spill And wâ—th loud sounds of Martiall musick shrill Some spoiles from Latines slain obtain'd do throw Into the fires helmets brave blades also Bridles and chariot-wheels warm with quick turning And some cast in their gallant gifts thus burning Their shields most strong weapons too weak to save And many oxen fat to slaughter gave And briefly boares and sheep about the plain And threw them into th' fire the first being slain And thus about the shore they see the stares Of those their slaughtered souldiers burning mates Whose half-burnt urns and ashes they retain Nor hardly could be thence reduc'd again Till night came on and twinckling starres appeare On th' other-side with like lamenting cheere The wofull Latines many heaps do frame And many corps they partly burn i' th' flame And partly burie in the fields about And some they to next fields do carry out Unto towns adjacent the rest collected Into huge heaps and of them lesse respected As numberlesse so honourlesse were burn'd Promiscuously thus into ashes turn'd Then all the fields with crackling flames did shine And now the third dayes light did cleare decline And utterly expell nights darknesse chill And sadly they their urns and pots do fill With ashes of their bodies burned so Ta'ne from the bones on which hot dust they throw And now in rich king Latines town throughout Farre greatest grief most moan was heard about Here woefull wives daughters in law most sad Here sisters sweet do beat their breasts too bad And children fatherlesse do execrate The day of that fierce warre unfortunate And