us with furious Auster did surprise And on the rocks with conquering billowes bore A few of us swom hither to your shore What a strange Nation 's this what barbarous land Such customes use the hospitable strand We are denyd by force prohibited Upon the margents of your coasts to tread Aeneas was our King for pietie Justice and prowesse non more great then he Which man if fates preserve if yet he breath If cruell shades receive him not in death You need not feare nor shall you e're repent That you did us in courtesie prevent We have in Cicilie Cities Arms and Lands Where great Acestes sprung from Troy commands That we draw up our Navie condiscend To rigg them new tackling and oars to mend That if our King and friends be found then we May steere our course with joy for Italie And Latium seek But if no help be found And thou best Trojan Princei'th ' tempest drown'd Nor of Ascanius hope Sicanian roads Whence we sail'd hither and prepar'd aboads Old King Acestes we at last shall finde I leoneus said the Trojans with one minde Gave full applause Then Dido briefe and modestly declares O Trojans feare not and seclude your cares To settle our new State we find so hard That we our consines are inforc'd to guard Of Trojans who of Troy who ignorant are Those Worthies Valour fury of that War Tyrians are not so dull nor yet the Suns Chariot so distant from our City runs Seek you great Italie Saturnian lands Or Erix shores the King Acestes strands I 'le safe disinisse you and supply your want Will you alike with us this City plant This town I build is yours your ships forsake 'Twixt Tyrians Trojans I 'le no difference make Would the same wind had hither brought your Prince But I will issue forth Commands from hence That he be sought through all the Lybian coast Should he in Desarts be or Cities lost Achates and the King with these words fir'd Long since to break the gloomy clowd desir'd Then bold Achates to Aeneas said Great Goddesse son what doubts may now disswade Thy friends and ships all safe thou seest but one Which in our sight the raging Seas did drowne All sutes thy mothers words Scarce these he said When suddenly the circumsused shade Purg'd to thin aire and forth Aeneas stood His garb his face and person like a God Venus had trim'd his haire youths beauty dyes His cheeks she breath'd glad honours on his eyes So Ivory grac'd by art so Silver would Or Parian marble shew set in pure gold And sudden unexpected did appeare Then to the Queen I whom you seeke am here Trojan Aeneas scap't the Lybick Seas O thou alone pittying our miseries Who us Greeke reliques spent by various fates Of land and sea thou joyn'st associates To thee and thine we nor all Dardans straine Through great earth scatter'd can require againe The Gods if there be any Providence Or Justice will the pious recompence Sure must reward thee O! what age of worth What so great Parents such as thee brought forth Whiles convex'd hills have shadows to the maine Whilst rivers run whilst poles the stars sustaine Thy honour name and same shall last what land So-ever me invites Then his right hand I lioneus takes his left Sergestus meets Bold Gyas stout Cloanthus all he greets At the first sight Dido was much dismaid And wondring at so strange a story said What dangerous fate pursued thee Goddesse son What forc'd thee on these Barbarous shores to run Art thou Aeneas whom faire Venus bare Neer Symois streams Dardan Anchises heire Teucer I call to mind expel'd his land To Sidon came did Belus aid demand New Realms to gain my father then subdu'd Cyprus and conquerour held in servitude Since then I understood the Trojan fate Thy name and every Graecian Potentate He though a foe your valour did commend And said himself did from your stock descend Therefore bold Trojans to our Court advance We in such dangers tost and various chance At length our selves did in this countrey plant I know t' help others taught by my own want Then she Aeneas to the Court conveys And the Gods honours on the altars payes Next to the shores twenty fat beeves she sends With them a hundred swine to feast his friends And with the ews as many fatned lambs With wine Lyaeus joy But all within with royall pomp was grac'd And midst the Hall a stately feast they plac'd Wrought carpets with proud scarlet did infold Huge silver tables where was grav'd in gold Her Grandsires acts in a long series stood Drawn from so many Princes of the blood The King for love paternall never sleeps Sent down in hast Achates to the ships To tell this to Ascanius then repaire With him to Court who was his fathers care To bring gifts sav'd from Troy the long robe which Was purl'd with gold and with imbroideric rich A vail the edge with bright Acanthus wrought Fair Hellens dresse which she from Argos brought To Troy and fatall marriages set forth Her mother Laedas gift of wondrous worth The Scepter too which once Ilion bore Priams first daughter the Pearl-chain she wore And Coronet with gold and jemmes inchac'd For these Achates to the Fleet did haste But Venus now new arts new counsells took That Cupid should like young Ascanius look And in the furious Queen he might inspire The flames of love and pierce her bones with fire Double tongu'd Tyrians doubtfull house she fears Fierce Juno frights with night increast her cares Therefore to winged love she briefly said Deare son my strength deare son my chiefest aid Who only sleights great Jave's Typhoan fire I fly to thee suppliant thy aid require Thou knowst thy brother my Aeneas hath Felt on all Lands and Seas firce Juno's wrath And of our sorrow hadst as great a sence Him Dido courts and stayes with blandishments Junonian entertainments I suspect Nor she so great occasion will neglect Therefore I plot first to deceive and bind The Queen with flames lest some power change her mind That she with me Aeneas love involve Which to effect know this is my resolve The Royall boy for Carthage do's prepare By his dear Father call'd my greatest care Brings gifts preserv'd from Troyes flame and the deep In high Cytherum him I le cast asleep And in Idalium's sacred mansions lay Left he appearing should our plot betray Assume his form onely one nights short space Use art a boy put on a boyes known face That when glad Dido hugs thee at her lap At royall feasts crown'd with the cheering grape When she imbracing shall sweet kisses give Inspire hid flame with deadly bane deceive His mother love obeys his wings he leaves And joyfully Ascanius garbe receives But Vâ—nus through Julus limbes distills Sweet sleep and bears to the Idalian hills And in soft Marjerom the boy she layd Whose flowers imbrac'd him with a pleasant shade But Cuptd then his mothers will
move at his Verse As mongst the Poplar shade in dolefull strains Rob'd of her young sad Philomel complains Whom scarce yet fleg'd some rustick having found Took from the nest but she doth woes resound Perch'd on a tree and the whole night laments Filling all places with her sad complaints No love nor other bed could him intice Alone he goes through Hyperborean ice And Tanais snow wandring through bitter coasts For ever wedded to Rhiphaean frosts Pluto's vain gift Eurydice he mourn'd The Thracian Dames because their beds he scorn'd Him at their Bacchanalian orgies tore And strew the young mans limbs about the shore His head then from his Ivorie shoulders torn Was down the channell of swift Hebrus born And whilst his dying tongue could move at all Eurydice Eurydice did call And all the banks resound Euridice This Proteus said and lept into the Sea And where he lept did make the fomie wave Under his body with huge strokes to rave Then thus Cyrene spake to ease his care My dearest son now lay aside all fear Since the whole cause is known of thy mischance The Nymphs with whom in groves she us'd to dance Have sent this sad destruction on thy Bees Then humbly them appease with sacrifice And there the yielding Dryades adore They will forgive if thou with vows implore But first know how thou shalt thy offering make Foure of thy large and best-fed bullocks take Which now on tops of green Lycaeus use As many of thy unbroke heifers choose Then with great care for these foure Altars raise In the high Temples of the Goddesses And from their throates let forth the sacred blood Then leave their bodies in a shadie wood And when the ninth Aurora brings the day To Orpheus Ghost Lethaean Poppie pay And a black sheep then view the grove again Pleasing Eurydice with a fat Calf slain He the Commands of 's mother straight obey'd Went to the temple and foure Altars made And foure of 's largest bullocks forth he took As many comely heisers never broke And when the ninth day bright Aurora shew'd He worships Orpheus and the wood review d. A wonder not to be believ'd he sees From the dissolved entrails swarms of Bees Which from the broken ribs resounding flye And in a thick cloud sallie to the skie On a tall trees top-branch they cluster now As grapes hang dangling on the gentle bow Thus tillage beasts and trees have been my theame Whil'st mighty Caesar at Euphrates stream Thunders with war and Conqueror Laws ordains For willing Realms and heaven with valour gains To mee sweet Capua breeding then imparts Pleas'd with the study of contemned arts There a bold youth I chanted rurall aires And Tityrus sung in cool shade free from cares THE FIRST BOOKE OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE ARGUMENT JUNO a storme procures the Trojans tost By Neptune's favour gaine the Lybian coast Venus Complaint The King of Gods relates To her Romes greatnesse and insuing fates Hermes to Lybia sent Venus appears And in a mortall forme Aeneas chears He visits Carthage and lost ships regains Dido the weary Trojans entertains But whilst glad guests full cups and banquets move She takes a fatall draught and drinks long love I That on small reeds once plaid rurall strains And leaving woods inforc'd the neighbouring plains To satisfie the greedy Villager A gratefull worke for swains now horrid war Arms and the man I sing who first did come Driven by fate from Troy to Latium And Tyrrhen shores Much toff'd by Land and Sea By wrath of Gods and lasting enmity Of cruell Juno suffering much by Wars Whiles he a Citie builds and Gods transfers To Latium whence Latine Originalls The Alban fathers and Romes lofty walls Say Muse the cause what God prophan'd or why Heaven's Queen incens'd one fam'd for piety Did to such royles dangers so great compell What I can in heavenly minds such passions dwell There was an ancient Citie Carthage south From Italie opposing Tybers mouth By Tyrians held rich fierce in War vvhich place Iuno was said more than all lands to grace Samos neglected here her arms and here Her Chariot was that this earths sway should beare If Fates permit she fosters and intends But she had heard that from Troys stock descends A Progenie should Tyrian Towr's deface Hence of vast rule in War a haughty race Must come from Lybias fall so fates fore-told This fearing Juno minding Wars of old She for deare Argos first ' gainst Troy did wage Her cruell griefe and causes of her rage Were still awake deep Paris choice remain'd Fix'd in her breast th' affront of forme disdain'd And the loath'd stock rapt Ganimed highly grac'd With these more vext on all shores Trojans cast Reliques of Greeks and sterne Aeacides She far from Latium drove round the vast Seas They wandred long inforc'd by various chance Such labour 't was Romes Empire to advance Scarce out of Sicilies view their sailes they raise Glad for the maine and plough the foming Seas When Iuno thus who nourish'd in her breast Th' eternall wound vanquish'd shall I desist Nor yet this Trojan Prince from Latium turne Because the fates deny could Pallas burne The Argive Fleet and sinke them in the Sea For one mans crime Ajas impietie She cast Ioves winged lightning from a cloud D'spers'd their Ships with winds the Ocean plowd Him breathing flame his breast quite thorow struck With whirle-winds snatch'd and on a sharpe rock stuck But I heavens Queen sister and wife to Iove So many years War with one nation move And who will now Saturnias power obey Or suppliant on our altars honours lay Such things revolving fir'd with discontent She to the Land of storms Aeolia went Coasts big with tempests Aeolus here confines In vast caves strugling gusts and thundering winds In prison chains they scorning their restraint Round their darke dungeon roar with loud complaint In a high tower here scepter'd Aeolus swayes Softens their furie and their rage allaies Else in their rapid course with them they 'd beare Sea Land high Heaven and sweep them through the ayr This fearing them Iove in a cave imures And under weight of mighty hils secures Then did a King by firme decree ordaine Who knowes to check or when to give the reine To whom thus Iuno then was suppliant Aeolus for Heavens great King to thee did grant With wind the floods t' incense or to appease A race my foe now saile the Tyrrhen Seas Bearing to Latium conquer'd Gods and Troy Raise thou a storme and their crazde Fleet destroy Or through the waves their scatter'd bodies send Twice seven most beauteous Nymphs on us attend The fairest Deiopeia I will joyne To thee in wed-lock dedicate her thine Still to remaine for such especiall grace And make thee father of a beauteous race When Aeolus thus 'T is thy part to injoyne Commands O'Queen but to obey is mine Thou in this realme and throne didst me invest By thy means I with Iove and
dost vvith thunder avve How could my sonne so highly thee displease Or Trojans vvho suffering such miseries In quest of Latium loose the Vniverse Hence Romans should arise in after yeares Hence Lords should come from Teucers blood renevv'd Who sea and land should hold in servitude Thou once didst grant what changes thy decree In Troys destruction this did comfort me And sad I fate with fate did counterpoise Yet the like chance the wretches still anoyes What end great King grants thou to all their woes Safe could Anteuor scape through Grecian foes Pierce the Ilyrick straights inmost Realms Of the Lyburni passe Timavus streams Which like a Sea breaks nine wayes from a hill And vvith loud vvaves doth the vast champaine fill Yet here at length he did Patavium frame Built Trojan seats and gave to them a name Then fix'd the Teucrian arms and novv at ease Injoyes the blessing of a happy peace But vve thy race heires to thy starry throne Our ships being lost are by the wrath of one Strangely opprest and drove from Latiums shore This vertues pay thus dost thou Realms restore The father of the Gods and King of men Smiling on her with such a looke as when He clouds disperceth and serenes the skies Kissing his daughter gently thus replies Feare not my Cytherea fates decree For thine stand fix'd thou promis'd vvals shalt see Of strong Lavinium and vvith high stars range Great sould Aeneas my decrees not change And since thou hast so much desire to knovv These things the booke of fate I le open novv He shall great Wars in Latium vvage subject Proud nations Lawes impose and wals erect Three vvinters spent and Rutilie ore-come Three springs shall see him crown'd in Latium But young Ascanius now Iulus late Call'd Ilus vvhilst great Ilium held her State Shall reigne full thirty yeers with moneths compleate And from Lavinium shall transfer his seate Then shall with mighty power long Alba reare Here Hectors race must rule three hundred year Till IIlia Queen and Priestes shall bring forth Pregnant by Mars at once a double birth Then Romulus proud in 's woolfe nurse yellow skin Shall gather men and Martiall walls begin And from his owne name stile the Roman race To them no bounds of things or times or place Power grant I without end sterne June here Who now earth Seas and skies wearies with fear Shall better counsels take with us imbrace The Romans Lords of all and the gownd race Thus pleas'd times come with sliding lusters when Assaracus house shall make the high Mycene And Phthia tame and ore proud Argos reigne Then Trojan Casar springs of a faire straine With Ses to bound his power with Stars his fame Julius from great Julus comes that name Hee heap'd with Eastern spoyles shall be instald In heaven by thee and shall with vows be cald Fierce times then milder grow wars laid aside Old Faith and Vesta Romulus shall provide With Remus Lawes suries dire gates shal bar With steele and brasse within sits impious war On cruell arms bound with a hundred chains And horrid with a bloody mouth complaines This said from heaven he Maias of-spring sends That Carthage Lands and new towers might as friends Trojans receive lest Dido should deny Not knowing fates he glides through ample sky On fanning wings and streight touch'd Lybian shores His charge perform'd mild grow the barbarous Moores A God commanding first the Queen exprest Calme thoughts to Trojans and a bounteous breast But many cares that night the Prince revolves And with the dawne to search strange coasts resolves On what shores driven by winds by whom possest For Lands he saw until'd if man or beast Which done to tell his friends the Fleet did lie Vnder a hollow clift from any eye Obscur'd by trees which gave a horrid shade Only Achates his companion made In his hand shaking two broad pointed Spears When his faire mother in the grove appears A Virgins face and dresse so Virgins be Of Sparta arm'd or such Harpalice Who horses tir'd and Hebrus could out-goe For th' huntresse as the use a handsome bow Wore at her back her haire expos'd to winds Bare kneed a knot her flowing garment binds And first she said young-men declare if yee Did this way any of my sisters see With quivers guirt they spotted linx-skins weare Or chacing of the foaming boare did heare Thus Venus said then Venus sonne replide None of thy sisters we nor heard or spide But who art thou thy looks not mortall be Nor humane voice some Goddesse certainlie Or Phoebus sister or a Nymph you are Be blest what e're and say to ease our care In what strange clime on what coast we are throwne We wander here the place and men unknown Drove by vast floods and winds by this hand shall Before thy altars many offerings fall Then Venus said too great such honours are For me a quiver Tyrian Virgins beare And to their calves bind purple buskins neat Carthage thou seest Tyrians Agenors seate But Lybick coasts nations by war unbroke Dido reigns here who Tyrian realms forsooke Flying her brother long the injuries are And circumstance but things thus briefly were Sychaeus was her Lord his wealth beyond All Tyre and she of him extreamly fond To whom her father did espouse a maid With solemne rites but Tyre Pigmalion swaide Her brother who in wickednesse exceeds All those whom fury stirs to impious deeds He blind with love of gold Sychaeus too Secure in secret at the altars slew Sure of her love he hides the fact much feignes And a sick Lover with vaine hope detains To her in sleep her Lord unburied now Appears raising a wondrous gastly brow The altars shews and 's breast run through with steele Did all close mischiefe of her house reveale Perswades her leave the Land with speed to fly Where hidden treasure should her want supply In gold and silver a nuge masse declar'd Dido thus mov'd both flight and friends prepar'd Those who did hate or feare the Tyrant meet And suddenly they seize a ready Fleet And lade with gold greedy Pigmalions coine Transport A woman chiefe of the designe Came to these parts where now huge wals and new Towers of aspiring Carthage thou mayst view Call'd Byrsa from the bargaine so much ground Bought as a Buis hide might incompas't round But who are you vvhence come or whether goe To her inquiring he surcharg'd with woe From a full breast drew these Should I recall O Goddesse things from their originall And would you heare the annals of our woes Vesper would first day in Olympus close We from old Troy by chance if to your eare Troys name hath come through divers Seas did steere A storme now drove us on the Lybian shore I am Aeneas who from enemies bore My Gods with me aboard my fame above The stars is knowne and sprung from mighty Iove A race I seeke and native Italie I twice ten ships launch'd to the Phrygian Sea What
Cornell with ripe plums wax red Therefore O Husbandmen the best means trie T' improve wilde fruit lest waste your Orchards lye To plant the vine in Ismare we are glad And that Taburnus verdant Olives clad Help O Mecaenass and this work review My glory and my chief fame springs from you Swell thou my saile now venturing to the main Nor all things would I in my verse containe Had I hundred mouthes a hundred tongues A voyce of steele help me to coast along The taske is easie nor I 'le thee detaine With dull descriptions nor fables vaine Those trees which of themselves are fostered Unfruitfull be but strong and fair they spread Because they draw their nature from the soyle But these if any sow or shall with toyle Transplant and then in cultur'd orchards set Their wilder disposition they forget VVith often pruning then not slowly will Answerthy labour and obey thy skill So those which spring sroom roots like profit yield If you transplant them to the open field These boughs before aad parent-branches shade VVhich stops their growth and makes the bodie fade Plants which from seed arise of slow growth are And shades for our posterity prepare Apples grow wilde and loose their former taste And Vines harsh clusters bear for birds to waste All labour aske and covering in rich soyle And must be conquer'd with much art and toyle Th' Olive from trunks vines prosper best from stocks And Paphian Myrtle springs from solid okes Tall Ash and Hazel best from Sciens takes And Poplar which Herculean Garlands makes So Joves Chaonian oke and high Palms grow And Fir which must the Sailors fortune know Arbuts from Nuts the sterile Plane tree bears Best Apples Chestnuts Beech blossoms of Pears The wilde Ash silvers with a snowie flower And under Elms rough Swine the mast devoure T' inoculate and graffe are severall arts For where the bud shoots from the tender parts And breaks the geutle Filme just where they binde They make an orifice in the knottie rinde Imprisoning there the sprig of th' other tree And with moyst bark they teach them to agree Or else the knotless trunk they cut again And with a wedge deep wound the solid grain After the slip so valued there inclose Nor longs the time when sprouts with fruitfull boughes A mighty tree to heaven at leaves unknown Admiring and strange Apples not her own Nor of one kinde strong Elins and Sallowes be The Lotus nor th' Idâ—an Cypres tree Nor in one manner the rich Olive comes Orchites and Radies and sour Pausian plums Alciuous apples nor such branches bear Wardens Crustumians and the Syrian pear Nor the same Vintages our clusters grant Which Lesbos hath from the Methymnean plant Thasians there are and silver Mareots these Fat grounds affect and those the lighter please And Pscithian grapes best dride Legeos strong Which soon will trie your feet and tie your tongue Purple and early grapes there are VVhat verse You Rhetick Vineyards shall your praise rehearse But yet contend not with Falernian vine There are Aminian grapes a most sound wine Tmolus to this and King Phanaeus give And less Argitis homage none will strive With this to fill the Press with cheering juice Nor last so many years and fit for use Nor Rhodian gracing Feasts and rites shall scape Nor the Bumaste that so swelling grape Their names and kinds innumerable are Nor for their catologue we need not care Which who would know as soone may count the sands The westerne winds raise on the Lybian strands Or when East-windes at sea more violent rore Reckon Aeonian waves which rowle to shore All grounds not all things bear the Alder tree Growes in thick Fens with Sallows brooks agree Ash craggie Mountains shores sweet Myrtle fils And lastly Bacchus loves the sunnie hils The Yew best prospers in the North and cold The conquer'd worlds remotest Swains behold Where Arabs painted Gelonie are found Each Land shewes severall plants the Indian ground Bears Ebonie Sabea Frankincense What shall I say to thee sweet wood from whence Balsame destills and beries ever green Of bright Acanthus How shall I begin Of trees in Aethiopia white with woll Where from the leaves the Natives fleeces cull Or of those groves in utmost India bred Neer the worlds border whose aspiring head No arrow could by Archers skill surmount And yet good Bowmen we those men account Media brings wholsome apples of harsh juice Gainst step-dames poyson nothing more in use When banefull hearbs they mix with deadly charmes This helps and vitall spirits ' gainst venome arms This mighty tree Laurell resembles well But that it casts abroad another smell No windes offend the leaves the flowers indure With this their tainted breaths the Medians cure And it to old mens Tysicks medcine yields But Median groves nor all those plentious fields Nor India Ganges Hermes full of gold May strive with Italie nor Bactrians bold Nor great Panchaia rich with Frankincense This place no Buls whose nostrils fire dispense Have til'd to set the teeth of Dragons there Nor did it crops of Spears and Helmets bear But lushious fruit and rich wine fill the Press And Olive plants and joyfull herds possess Here warlick Steeds trot proudly through the fields This snowie flocks and Buls prime offerings yields VVhich bath'd Clitumnus in thy sacred floods Romes tryumphs draw to Temples of the Gods A lasting Spring and summer all the year Our flocks twice teeme our plants twice apples bear This no fierce Tygers nor sterne Lyons breeds Nor Symplers here deceiv'd with poysonous weeds Nor scalie Dragon quarters in this soyle Wreathing himself to a prodigeous pile To these so many famous Cities adde works of great care with art cost labor made So many seats cut from the quarries side Vnder whose ancient wals sweet rivers glide VVhat shall I say of both those Seas which lave Our Coasts or of those many Lakes we have Or speak of thee great Laris and thy waves Benacus which so like the Ocean raves Or Ports or Lucrine Sluces shall I sing VVhose raging floods with mighty murmur ring Where Julian streams thunder in troubled seas And Tyrrhen waters fill th' Avernian bayes Here we have silver rivers brazen Mines And with much gold this happy Country shines Here a bold race the valiant Marsians are Stout Sabels and Ligurii us'd to war The long spear'd Volscii Decii Marii hence And the Camilli draw their old descents This the bold Scipios and thee Caesar bore Who Conqueror now in utmost Asias shore Driv'st from the Roman Towers th' unwarlick Bands Of India Haile great Saturnian Lands Parent of fruit and men of noble parts To undertake thy ancient fame and Arts Boldly I 'le open now the sacred Spring And through Rome's seats Ascraean verses sing Now severall kinds of ground we must declare Their colour strength and what they willing bear And first your harder soyle and barren hils Where stone and thin clay mix'd in shrubbie fields Fresh
Scarce th' old man thus when straight it thundered On the left hand gliding through shades from skies A starre shoots blazing and with much light flies Which we beheld o'r the high roofs to move And our course marking to th' Idean grove Conceal'd it self then in a furrow broke And shining made those parts with sulphure smoke My father now perswaded left his bed Adores the sacred starre Gods worshipped Haste now I follow whether you shall please O save our house and race you Deities This is your Omen Troy is yours O Son I yeild and go now thy companion Then from the walls we hear the crackling flame Louder to sound and neer the burnings came Dear father on my neck your self sustain Lay here your weight such labour is no pain What ever chance one common danger we Shall equall share to both one safety be I shall Ascanius my companion choose Dear wife observe my steps but distance use And you my servants list to my commands Neer Troy a tomb an antient temple stands Of slighted Ceres an old Cypres nigh Which long your grandsires kept religiously By severall wayes to this let us repair OurGods and sacred things dear father beare For me unfit to touch return'd from blood And so great battels till the living flood Cleanse me again Then o're my shoulder and my neck I ti'd Above my vest a yellow lions hide I take the load Ascanius did embrace My hand and follow'd with unequall pace My wife behind we past through parts obscure I who before durst showres of darts indure And adverse ranks of thickest Greeks now feare Each breath of wind the smallest noise I heare Alike both for my sonne and burthen dread I reach the gates long wayes are vanquished When sound of trampling feet our ears invades My father spies them through the gloomy shades And cries aloud O sonne fly they draw neer Their shining arms and glittering shields appear Nor can I give account what God unkind Trembling amaz'd did here distract my mind Whilst uncouth wayes I choose lest the known coast Ah by sad fate I my Creusa lost Whether she dide did stray and tir'd gave ore Her journey but I saw her face no more Nor lookt behind nor mist her till we come To sacred seats and antient Ceres tombe Here we all met one onely thus bereav'd Who me her father and her sonne deceiv'd What God or man did not my frenzie call In question what worse chance since Iliums fall My sonne my father and our Gods I did Leave with my friends and in a valley hid Troy I revisit gird on shining arms All dangers to renew through all alarms Ilium to search again past danger trie The walls I first then gloomy gates draw nigh Obscur'd with night back step by step I went With wary pace and eyes as vigilant Horror each where nay filence strikes a feare Thence home hoping by chance to find her there Through all the roofes the cruell Greeks I had And eating fire rowl'd to the tops with wind Then flames ascend fire towreth in th' aire To Priams seats and pallace I repaire There Phoenix dyre Ulysses guard the spoils In Juno's temple and forsaken isles From all parts hither Dardan treasure came Sav'd from Gods tables temples sunk in flame Goblets of gold rich robes in heaps are laid Youth fearfull matrons orderly array'd Stand round about Bold also I the streets with clamour fill And call through shades ingeminating still Agen in vain agen Creusa Hear To me in quest thus raging every where Appears her shade and sad similitude And her known form a larger shape indu'd Amaz'd struck dumb erected was my hair When thus she spake with words appeasing care Why so much pleaseth thee a task so vain O my dear Lord since thus the Gods ordain Neither must thou transport me from these strands The King of high Olympus countermands Thou shalt long exile plow vast seas before Hesperia's found where through a fertile shore The Lydian Tybers gentle waters glide Glad things wait there a Realm a royall Bride Spare for thy lov'd Creusa tears for I Dolops proud seats nor Myrmidons shall see Or go a slave to Graecian Dames commands Alli'd to Dardan and blest Venus The Gods great mother staies me on these strands Farewell and love our onely sonne Me then Weeping and much prepar'd to speak agen She left in thin aire vanish'd thrice I assaid T' embrace her neck three times the fleeting shade In vaine I with extended arms assaile Which like a swift dream flies or nimble gale Then I revisit night thus spent my mates Where was huge troopes of new associates Men women youth numbers admiring found And wofull vulgar to sad exile bound From all parts met ready with aide and mind To saile what lands soever I design'd When the day starre from high brow'd Ida rise Ushering the morn our gates the enemies Kept with strong guards no hope left I retire And take the hills bearing my aged sire THE THIRD BOOKE OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE ARGUMENT TOrne mirtle bleeds slain Polydor complains Not from a tree blood flows but from his veins His rites perform'd they leave the Thracian sh To Delos soile Apollo they implore Phoebus mistook they plant in Creet from thence Admonish'd by a dream and pestilence They launch again a storme at Sea the seats Of Ravenous Harpies dire Celaenos threats Helenus Priams sonne in Epire reignes T' Andromache match'd and Trojans entertaines He shews what coasts of Latium they must steere Aetna the Cyclops Polypheme appeare To sad Dyrachium next Aeneas bends Thence drove to Lybia where his story ends AFter the Gods had pleas'd the Asian State And Priams guiltlesse line t'exterminate Proud Ilium falne Troy smoking on the ground To strange shores divers exiles we are bound By auguries of the Gods and Ships provide Neer to Antandrous under Phrygian Ide Not knowing where to plant what course to run We gather men scarce was the Spring begun When to set sail to Fates my sire commands Weeping I leave the Port and native strands Fields where Troy was exil'd am born through seas With friends my son Lars and great Deities Far off the Thracians plow a warlike land And vast which once Lycurgus did command Troys antient friends joyn'd with associat gods Whilst fortune smil'd here I our first abodes Brought by crosse fates on winding shores did build Which I Aeneades by my own name stil'd To my blest mother and Gods favouring Our enterprise and to heavens mighty King Upon those shores a snowy bull I slew By chance a hill was nigh where Cornel grew Whose top rough mirtle with thick prickles bore I went and from the earth green branches tore That I with verdant bowes might th' altars dresse A prodigy no language can expresse I saw From the first plant which up I tore The roots being broke drops gush'd of purple gore And stain'd the earth with blood cold fear my knees Did shake my veins congeal'd with terror
freese Again I pluck'd another tender bow That better I might hidden causes know And this rinde also a black blood did sweat Amaz'd I humbly rurall nymphs intreat And powerfull Murs who rules the Getick field To blesse the signe the Omen prosperous yeild On a third after my whole strength I true And with my knees on th' earth did strugling lie Shall I be dumb or speak a grone I heare Sound from beneath and these words piere'd my eare Why tear'st thou me Aeneas spare the dead Prophane not pious hands Troy hath not bred Me strange to thee from no root flows this gore Fly cruell coasts ah fly this treacherous shore I 'm Polydore this iron crop of spears Hides me here slaine and cruell javelins bears Then was my mind perplex'd with doubtfull scar Amaz'd struck dumb crected was my haire This Polydorus with vast summes of gold Unhappy Priam secretly of old Sent to the King of Thrace but when he found Trojan arms fail and Troy beleaguer'd round The Dardan fortune and her power declin'd With conquering arms and Agamemnon joyn'd Breaks laws kills him and wealth with blood did gain Dire thirst of gold what dost not thou constrain In mortall breasts When lessened was my fear I to my father and prime men declare The prodigy and their advises crave All vote as one those impious shores to leave And with full sails from tainted friendship fly We Polydore interre his monument high With earth erect to Ghosts sad altars plac'd With mourning garlands and black Cypresse grac'd Round Ilium dames with flowing tresses stood Cups flowing with warm milk and sacred blood We as the custome offer and we lay The soule intomb then lowd last rites we pay Whence when we first might trust the sea again Soft Southern breezes calling to the main The waves appeas'd we launch and fill the strands The Port forsake Cities retrcit and lands A sacred Isle is plac'd amidst the seas Pleasing the mother of Neriades And the Aegaean Neptune most this land The heavenly Archer wandring to each strand With lofty Mycon then and Gyaros binds Made firme to dwell in and contemne the winds Here landing a safe Port and pleasant shore W'injoy'd Apollo's Citie we adore King Anias Phoebus priest and King of men Crown'd with blest wreathes and Laurell met us then And streight his antient friend Anchises knew We joyne right hands and to the Pallace drew In his old temple Phoebus I implore He would safe dwellings to the tirde restore A stock a lasting City grant unto The poore remains of Troy all that the foe And fierce Achilles rage hath sparde what way Now must we seek whom follow or where lay The next foundations Father now impart One blessed Omen and revive our heart Scarce said when suddenly the temple shakes Apollo's Laurell the whole mountain quakes Within the Tripos rung prostrate to ground We fall when to our ears approch'd this sound That land bold Dardans did your sires maintaine The same with joy shall cherish you again Seek your old mother there the Trojans shall For endlesse generations governe all Thus Phoebus then with joy they all demand And noise confus'd where was that happy land Apol'o to the wanderers had design'd My father then calling old things to mind O Peeres he said your hopes now understand Creete plac'd amid'st the Sea is great Jove's land Mount Ida there from thence we sprung this Isle A hundred Cities hath a most rich soyle Hence our great sire hath not my memory faild First Teucrus to the Rhetian Kingdoms saild And sought a Realme Ilium as yet unbuilt And Pergam towers they in low valleys dwelt Hence Cybele the Choribants the hill Ida with silence at the altars still The Goddesse Chariot with joyn'd Lyons drawne Therefore where heaven Commands let us goe on Appease the winds for Gnossian Kingdomes steere Nor long 's the course if so please Jupiter Oâ—r ships in three dayes may reach Creete This said He deserv'd honours on the altars payd A bull to Neptune such was Phoebus right To storms a black sheep to faire winds a white Fame flyes that driven from his fathers seat Idomeneus left deserted Creet Lands and Courts vacant of an enemy We leave Ortygian Ports through Seas we fly And green Denysa Naxus viny head Olearus and white Parus Cyclads spread Through seas and floods thick set with Iles we steer'd The Saylers raise their cry and their Mates cheer'd Now let 's to Creet our Gransires countrey sayle When at our sterne attends a rising gâ—le And then to th' ancient Curets shores we run The wish'd for Cities walls I there begun Stil'de Pergamus our men pleas'd with the name I call to serve the gods and high towres frame And now our Fleet was drawn high on the sands While in the choosing of new wives and lands Our young men were employd to whom I soon Gave lawes and severall habitation When on the sudden a most sad disease By heavens corrupted influence did seize The trees and corne 't was a destructive yeare They die or at the best faint bodies beare Hot Syrius scorcheth then the barren fields The grasse is burnt nor food the parch'd earth yeilds To th' Oracle my father then would have Us goe and put to Sea there pardon crave What end our toyles should have where his command Bids them they should addresse for what course stand 'T was night when sleep profound did mortalls seize Gods sacred formes and Phrygian deities Which I from Troy and through the burning towne Had brought appear'd before me then laid down To take my rest cleer by much light displai'd Which through the windows the full Moon convaid Then thus they spake with these did ease my care What Phoebus at Ortygia would declare Lo here he sings and us to thee did send We through Troys flame did thee thy arms attend We in ships measur'd the rough seas with thee And to the stars shall raise thy Progenie And give thy city rule great walls prepare For greater things long flight nor labour spare Change seats Apalla not advis'd these lands Nor thee to plant in Creet tho God commands There is a place the Greeks Hesperia stile Aenotrians till a rich and potent soile An antient land posterity they same Since cal'd it Italie from their Captains name These are our proper seats hence Dardan first Old Jasius sprung this place our grandsires must Rise let thy aged father understand These truths Corytus seek Ausonia's strand For Jove Dictean fields denyes to thee Such visions speaking Gods astenish me Nor was it sleep their visages I knew Their vailed haires and present faces view Cold sweat then flows through all my limbs I rise My hands and voyce extending to the skies And did due offerings pay which done to old Anchises every circumstance I told He knows the double stock the doubtfull race Sees his new error of the antient place Then said Dear son busies in Troys affaire Cassandra only did such
Me and thy self dear sister and thy town Both Peers and people thou hast overthrown Some water bring that I may bathe the wound And if that any breath be wandring found My lips shall gather it Thus having said She mounts the pile her dying sister laid With sweet imbraces closely to her brest And groaning dries the black blood with her vest To raise her heavie eyes again she tride And fails the deep wound bubbling in herside Thrice leaning on her arms assaid to rise Thrice turning on her bed with wandring eyes Heavens light she sought and finding groans again Then royall Iuno pitying her long pain And tedious death Iris from heaven commands To free her soul and ease lif 's strugling bands Since she di'de not by death deserv'd nor Fates But suddain rage her day anticipates Nor Proserpine did yet her bright hair take Nor doomb'd her head unto the Stygian Lake From heaven then dewie rose-wing'd Iris flew She gainst the sun a thousand colours drew Plac'd on her head Sacred to Dis from thee This charg'd I bear Be from thy body free This said she cuts her hair all heat expires And with it life into the air retires VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE FIFTH BOOK THE ARGUMENT Dido's ascending flames sad Trojans see Storms drive Aeneas back to Sicilie Anchises rites renew'd The annuall games Iris from Iuno stirs the Trojan dames To burn the fleet Aeneas prayes a showre Prevents the mischief quenching all but foure Trojans set sayle Venus of Neptune craves Safe passage for their Navie through his waves The God assents Somnus with Stygian boughes Besprinkles watchfull Palinurus browes Ore board he fals the losse Aeneas spies And weeping at the helm his place supplies MEane while his course resolv'd Aeneas sailes And the dark waves divides with northern gales Viewing unhappy Dido's wals which shone With flames the cause such fire had rais'd unknown But what a woman might in sorrow drown'd Struck deep with grief and burning love was found And by sad auguries Trojans understand As they possest the deep nor any land Now more in ken seas every where and skies Freighted with night and tempest did arise A black cloud waves grew horrid with the shade Then from the high sterne Palinurus said Ah! what huge storms surround the hemisphere Or sather Neptune what dost thou prepare Here bids them ply tough oars stand to their tack Then turnes her side to wind-ward and thus spake Great Prince if Jove should promise with this wind I should despair Italian coasts to finde Gusts rising shift the black west grows more loud And the whole heaven condens'd into one cloud In vaine we strive nor make we any way Therefore since fortune conquers let 's obey Where she cals sayle kinde shores of Erix are And the Sycanian ports from hence not far If rightly stars observ'd I bear in minde Then said the Prince I saw long since the winde Grew scarce and you in vain strove Roomer stand To ease our weary fleet not any land More gratefull is or I could wish for more Then the Dardanian Acestes shore Whose lap infolds my fathers bones This said Faire Zephyre swels their sayles the port they made With a swift current in the Navie stands And joyfull sailes at last to well-known sands Acestes wondred from a mountains height To see them come then hasts to th' friendly fleet A Libyan Bears skin rough with darts he wore whom th' Ilian Dame to flood Crinisus bore He mindfull ofs old stock congratulates Them now return'd and cheers with rurall cates The tir'de inviting to a friendly feast When the next morne had chas'd stars from the East Aeueas having warn'd from all parts round His friends to meet spake from a rising ground Ye Trojans sprung from the high blood of Gods A year hath finish'd monethly periods Since we inter'd the dust of my divine Father and made the funerall altars shine The day draws nigh I guesse which I must still Lament and honour Gods such is your will An exile in Getulian Syrts were I Or in Mycene took i' th Grecian sea Yet annuall vows and solemn rites I 'de pay And heap'd up offerings on his Altars lay Now we are present at my fathers dust Nor without heavenly providence I trust Arriv'd all safe within a friendly shore Glad honours celebrate and winds implore These rites he bid should annually be paid In temples dedicate our City laid Trojan Acestes will two beeves bestow On every ship your Countrey Gods allow And those Acestes honours at the feast And if the ninth Aurora from the East Brings a clear day does earth with beams disclose I 'le for the swiftest ship a prize propose For him runs best who bold strong nerves excite Good at the dart or shoots the nimble Flight Or dare in fight a cruell Cestus trust Come all due Palmes receive and honours just Give your applause your temples crown'd with boughes This said his mothers myrtle shades his brows This Helymus this old Acestes did Ascanius this the youth all followed Midst a great troop from thence Aeneas went With many thousands to the monument And pour'd two bowles of rich wine on the flore Two of new milk and two of sacred gore Strewing the place with purple flowrs then said Haile my blest father haile paternall shade And dust preserv'd in vain heaven would not grant Latium with thee and promis'd fields to plant Nor what ere Lydian Tyber to be sought This said a huge snake from the secret vault With seven vast gyres seven mighty fouldings glides And gently wreath'd the tomb by the Altar slides His back with green was freckled and a bright Purple with gold cast from his scales a light As in the clouds the mighty bow displayes A thousand various hues gainst Phoebus raies Aeneas wonders his long traine he roules Amongst the Goblets and the standing bowles Then feeds and having tasted harmeless went Leaving the Altars to the monument This made him more his fathers rites renew And solemne sacrifice suspecting now That either this one of his servants was Or else the sacred Genius of the place Five sheep he then did kill as many swine With black-back'd steers and as the use pours wine From bowls and great Anchises soul implores And Ghosts remitted from the Stygian shores Then all his friends of their own plenty paid Glad offerings and slain Steers the Altars lade Some spits prepare and boylers plant of brass They entrails rost dispers'd upon the grasse Th' expected day was present with the dawn Phaetous bright Steeds the ninth morn fair had drawn Glad troops from all parts fill the shore by fame Brought thither and renown'd Acestes name Some Trojans come to see others to play Amidst the Cirque in view the prises lay Wreaths sacred tripods palme the victors prize With arms a garment of rich scarlet lies Gold silver talents and appointed games A trumpet from amidst the heap proclaims First from the Fleet four chosen gallies try Their ponderous
this shall honour as himself dear son He shall to Rome give earths dominion Her fame to heav'n advance inclosing then Seven hils with wals happy with valiant men As Berecinthia crown'd with turrets rides Through Phrygian cities joyfull by her sides Her race of Gods a hundred she imbrac'd All heav'ns inhabitants supreamly plac'd But here bend both thine eyes this off-spring see Thy Roman Caesar Julius Progenie Must heav'ns great axe next scale this this the Prince That was so often promis'd thee long since Augustus Caesar sprung of Gods once more To Latium shall the golden age restore Where Saturn reign'd and stretch his proud command Past Garamant and Inde there lies a land Beyond the year and Sun where Atlas bears Heav'ns axeltree adorn'd with shining stars The Caspian and Meotick lands when he Draws nigh heav'ns oracles shall terrifie And Nile shall tremble in his seven fold streams Nor did Alcides know so many realms Though the swift stag and boar he did subdue And with his shafts in Lerna Hydra slew Nor conqu'ring Bacchus who joyn'd tygers bent With viney reins from Nisa's steep descent Doubt we to raise our glory then shall we Dispair to plant our selves in Italie What 's he far off grac'd with the olive bough Presenting offerings his white chin I know A Roman King whose laws first setled Rome And from small Curets a poor soyl shall come To great command next Tullus who shall break His countreys peace and sloathful People make Who knew no triumphs active in the Wan Next him comes Ancus one more haughty far And swoln with popular breath wouldst thou behold The Tar quine Princes and the mighty should Revengeful Brutus who the fasces had Sharp axes and was first a Consul made Who th'haplesse sire shall cause his son to die Raising new war for specious liberty How ere posterity the fact shall doome Him love of fame and 's countrey did o'recome The Decii Drusii stern Torquates see Camillus full of gold and victory But these behold whose like arms shine so bright Concording souls now hid in shady night Ah when they live what wars shall they maintain Opposing each what fights what numbers slain From the steep Alpes and the Meotick towers The sire descends the son brings Eastern powers Do not brave youth in such a war contend Nor with such force your countreys bowels rend But thou my blood who draw'st from heaven thy race First pitty and thy arms lay down Fam'd with Greek slaughters he a Conquerour shall From Corinth proudly to the Capitoll His chariot drive Argos Micene deface And shall revenge on great Achilles race Old Troy and temples which prophaned be Who could forget great Cato Gracchi thee Cossus or the thunderboults in Warre Those Scipio's who the Lybian conquerours were Temperate Fabricius or Serranus thee Holding the Plow where will the Fâ—bii me Ttansport thou Maximus the only man Who by delayes Romes fortune must regaine Others I grant shall mould respiring brasse And cut in marble a most lively face Some better plead and some Astronomers Describe heavens motion and the rising stars Be thou ambitious how to govern best In these arts Roman thou must be profest That we a peace well grounded may injoy Subjects to spare and Rebels to destroy Anchises said they wondring all the while Marcellus view glorious in wealthy spoyle This conquerour doth in vertue all orecome And shall in mightiest tumults calme great Rome The Punie wast and Gaules most rebel swarms And thrice to Romulus dedicate their arms Aeneas here for he a youth beheld March in bright arms whose personage exceld But with sad lookes and a dejected face Said who is this with him keeps equall pace Is he his son or one of of his great stock How like himselfe what noyse what suters flock But black night with sad clouds involves his head Then with abortive tears Anchises said Know not deare son great sorrowes of thy own This to the world by fates shall be but shown Then snatch'd away Romes stock too great had seem'd Should the Gods grant a gift so much esteem'd What grones from Mars his campe afflict great Rome Tyber when gliding by his new made tombe What funeralls wilt thou see nor any shall Like him who sprung from Troys originall Raise Latium's hope and never Roman earth Shall boast her selfe to foster such a birth Ah piety ancient faith th'unconquer'd hand None shall him arm'd with any power withstand Whether on foot he comes to charge his foe Or from his foamie steed makes blood to flow O youth to be lamented thou shalt be Marcellus if thou break'st thy destiny Handfuls of Lillys bring and purple flowers That I may strew this noble soul of ours And heap with gifts Thns through all parts they went And saw the vast aeriall continent Then with his son alone Anchises came And fires his mind with love of future fame After to him he did the War relate Laurentian people and Latinus state And how all toyles should be eschew'd or borne There are two gates of sleep the one is horne From whence with passage free true visions fly The other faire shines with bright Ivory This to the skies in sleep false Manes beares These whil'st to 's son and Sybill he declares Anchises lets him forth at Ivory gates He streight to 's Fleet went and reviews his mates And to Caieta came where then abode His navie and at anchor fafely roade THE SEVENTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE ARGUMENT MAny strange signes and prodigies declare A forraign Prince must wed th' Ausonian heire Aenas enters Latium threatned wants Turn'd to a jest the promis'd Land he plants And Embasies to King Latinus sends A peace is made Vext Juno stirs the Fiends And calls Alectos aid since heaven denies A tame deere kill d has bloody obsequies The Queen and Turnus spur'd by hellish charms From long peace Latium rous'd to impious arms ' Gainst th old Kings advice all streight ingage Janus gates open'd the fierce vulgar rage The Martiall list Camilla in the reare AVirgin march'd arm'd with a Myrtle speare ANd thou Aeneas nurse Caietae hast Given to our shoares a name by death shall last The place thy honour keeps seal'd with thy name Great Latium hath thy bones if that be fame But good Aeneas Funerall rites being paid Her Tombe high rear'd and swelling Seas alaid Hoysts sayle and leaves the port fresh gales arise With night nor the bright Moon his course denies But with a trembling splendor guilds the flood By the next lands Circaean coasts they stood In unpast groves there Sols rich daughter calls With usuall songs burning in sumptuous halls Sweet smelling cedar with nocturnall flame Running neat shutles through a curious frame Hence before night is heard the raging sound Of Lyons chaff'd refusing to be bound And bristled Boars hence Bears in collars storm And shapes of huge Wolves houle whose humane form The cruell Godesse Circe there invests With fierce aspects and chang'd to
salvage Beasts Lest pious Trojans were transform'd to such Entring the Port lest they dire shores should touch With faire Winds Neptune swel'd their sailes and bore With prosperous flight beyond that dangerous shore And now the Sea blush'd with the morning beam Aurora shining from her golden team When the winds fell a suddain calm againe And oares now strugled in the azure maine And here Aeneas spies a mighty wood Through which ran Tyber with a pleasant flood And nimble edies bright with golden sand Into the Sea about and ore the strand Much fowle did haunt and in the channell throng Then flying through groves high heav'n pleas'd with a song Here he commands to bend and steer those lands And glad he for the shady River stands Now Erato what Kings what times those were What was old Latium when the stranger there First with his Fleet arriv'd I shall recite And what first made such quarrels bring to light Help Goddesse help I horrid warres shall sing Armies and Kings rage did to funeralls bring The Tyrrhen troupes and all the Ausonian land Muster'd in arms great tasks I take in hand And bold attempts Glad fields and cities blest Now ag'd Latinus in long peace possest Whom on the Nymph Marica as they fame Faunus begot Faunus from Picus came Picus O Saturne thee did father call Of the high blood thou the originall But to Latinus heaven no sonne had left For he was in his prime by fates bereft One daughter was t' enjoy this vast estate Now ripe for Marriage and a Princely Mate From all Ausonia and great Latium went Many to win her Turnus by descent From a high stock and most for beauty fam'd A suter was whom the great Queen inflam'd With much affection strove to her to joyne But threatning prodigies hindered the designe A sacred Laurell midst the Court did rear A lofty top long kept by pious fear Found by Latinus when he built that feate Which then to Phoebus he did consecrate And gave from this the Laurentines a name When swarmes of Bees a wondrous story came With a great murmur and a sudden flight Through the clear skies then on the branches light Cling to the Bowes and hang upon the tree Streight cryes the Augure a strange man we see From those parts coming now and forraign powers To Take these coasts and rule our lofty Towers Besides when chast Livinia did beare To Altars Virgin flames her father there Her faire long tresses seem'd to catch the fire And crackling flames to burn her rich attire Her royall dresse and crown with jewels bright Then smoak involveth with a pitchy light And through the high roofs conquering Vulcan rould But this the wondrous prodigie foretold That she in fame and fortune should transcend Yet to the Nation did great Warre portend But troubled with these signes Latinus moves His inspir'd Father in th' Albunean groves Asks Faunus Oracles where the sacred floods Sulphure exhales in thick resounding woods From hence Italians all Oenotria sought Answers to doubts when gifts the priest had brought Here he repos'd on skins of slaughter'd sheep And under silent night prepares to sleep When many wondrous fleeting forms he sees Strange voyces heares and talks with Deities Confers with Acheron and the deeps below Here King Latinus Oracles to know Then did a hundred choyce sheep sacrifice And on their skins and spreading fleeces lies When the thick grove gave answer to this fence Match not thy childe to any Latine Prince Deare off-spring nor those rites prepared grant A forraign son mustcome our name shall plant Amongst the Starres from him a progenie Beneath their feet shall all things govern'd see Which Phoebus doth from Sea to Sea behold These answers which in silent night were told And Counsels King Latinus not conceal'd But to Ausonian Cities 't was reveal'd By flying fame when first the Trojan bands Did moare their Fleet on high and verdant strands Aeneas his prime chiefes and the young Prince Repos'd under a spreading trees defence Then feasts prepare on grasse and cut their meate So Jove foretold on cakes of purest wheat And did with jucy fruit their bisket swell Their victualls spent as hunger did compell They on the hard bread fall with violence brake And with bold teeth assault the fatall cake Nor spar'd their wheaten plates thus squar'd t' invade We eate our trenchers too Ascanius said Nor saying more this heard an end affords To all their toyle his father took the words Amaz'd at the accomplisht prophesie And streight he said haile lands are due to me By fates and haile you faithfull Trojan Gods This seat is yours and here are your abodes Such secrets I recall my Sire did leave Deare son when unknown shores shall thee receive And hunger shall inforce trenchers to eat There expect rest remember there to seat And there build walls and roofs with bulwarks plant This is the famine and remaining want Last ruine threats Glad let us then with early dawne prepare To search these coasts and what the people are And severall wayes discover from the shore Now pay Jove boules my father now implore On tables place Anchises wine his brows Thus having said he wreaths with Olive bows The genius of the place the first of Gods Tellus adores with Nymphs and unknown floods Nights rising starres Idean Jupiter And to the Phrygian Mother made his prayer And parents which in heaven and hell abode Thrice from above thundred th' all-potent God He brandish'd lightning in his hand did hold Which in the sky sparkled with beames of gold Here through the Trojans spread a sudden fame The day was come their promis'd walls to frame Joyfull they feast and at the mighty signe They goblets place and crown the flowing wine When the next day the world with beams displai'd To search the Countrey severall wayes they made And here the fountains of Numicus swell Hence Tyber flows and there bold Latines dwell Aeneas then a hundred prime men calls To beare his Embassie to the Royall walls With Kingly presents they with olives crown'd Should for the Trojans tearms of peace propound Without delay they haste what was injoyn'd Whilst he slight works to a meane trench design'd Erects a Fort and camp-wise did begin His first aboads and fenc'd with bulwarks in Now going on they to the walls draw nigh When Latine roofes and lofty Towres they spy And gallant youth before the City just Riding brave horse and chariots tam'd in dust Or cast light Javelins or stiffe bowes to bend And in the race or Tilting to contend When one with speed brought to the Royall eare That great men in strange weeds attending were He commands streight to th' presence they be showne And takes his place then in his Grandsires throne Rais'd on a hundred pillars midst the Towne Stood Picus Court and Pallace of renowne Awfull with groves and mysteries profound Here Kings first Scepters had and first were crown'd This was to them their Temple
and their Court Here they at sacred festivals resort And fathers when a Ramme was offered sate As was the custome at long boards in state Cut in old Cedar the Effigies there Of antient Italus Sabinus were Who first set Vines his hook still in his hand Old Saturne and bi fronted Janus stand In th' entrance with some of the ancient straine Who bold in Warres were for their Countrey slaine Then many arms on sacred pillars fixt With captive chariots battell axes mixt Helms and huge bars of gates the posts adorne With darts and shields and prowes from Galleys torne Horse-taming Picus a short garment wore A little shield an augure staffe he bore Whose love when slighted Circe could not gaine She with her charming wand and hellish bane Chang'd to a bird and spots his colour'd wings In such a Temple in th' old Throne of Kings Latinus sate and calls the Trojans in And thus with pleasant language did begin Say Trojans for your City we have known And stock your voyage hath to us been shown What is your sure what cause inforc'd you come Through many swelling waves to Latinum Mist you your course or by some tempest tost For many so in the deep seas are lost That thus you have enter'd anchor'd in our road Nor scorne our friendship know from Saturns blood We Latines sprung who without Laws or tye Justice afford like the old deitie Now I recall but time obscureth fame That old Aruncus said Dardanus came To Phrygian Idas cities from that place To Thracian Samos now call'd Samothrace VVhom now from Tyrrhen Coryths city gone Heavens starry court hath in a golden throne And fills the number of the deities He said then Iloneus thus replies Great King from honour'd Faunus sprung not tost By waves and tempests came we to your coast Nor mist our course we by advice were brought And have with willing mind thy city sought Driven from our realms which once Sol looking down From high Olympus saw of most renown From Jove we sprung the Dardan nation are Proud of their mighty grandsire Jupiter The King himself deriv'd from Joves high race Trojan Aeneas sent us to this place How great a storm cruel Mycene hurl'd On Trojan fields and by what fates each world Of Europe Asia strove if any man Dwell in far lands beyond the Ocean These he hath heard or who so ere resides VVhere hot Sols lines stretch'd out four zones divides Through vast Seas from so great a deluge bore A small seat for our gods a harmlesse shore VVater and aire common to all we crave Nor shall we be your realms disgrace nor have Your glory light nor shall forget your grant Nor Latium irk Troy in her lap did plant I. by Aeneas fates and right hand swear If any try'd his faith or force in war Us many Realms nor slight us that we bring These wreaths and speak like men petitioning And many Nations to themselves would joyne But fate did us unto your shore design Hence Dardan sprung and here returns again Us Phebus did with great commands constrain Tiber to seek and blest Numicus spring Besides small gifts of former wealth our King Presents to thee from burning Troy convaid In this gold cup Anchises Offrings made When Priam Laws establish'd this he bore And he this sacred Crown and Scepter wore And robes the art of Trojan dames At Ileoneus speech Latinus bent A stedfast look and fixt his eyes intent Upon the earth the King not much approv'd Wrought purple not with Priams Crown was mov'd As in his daughrers match he was delaid Fortunes revolving which old Faunus said This was the son fate told from forraigne strands Was call'd with equall auspice to these lands Whose progeny in valour should excell And by their prowesse the whole world compell Then joyfull said you Gods assist our tasks And your owne signe take Trojan what thou asks Nor I despise your gifts rich fields enjoy VVhilst I am King and what you brought from Troy Aeneas if such love he us intend If to joyn leagues he hasts and be stil'd friend Let him approach nor feare our amitie T' imbrace your King of peace shall th' earnest be And to your Prince from us beare this reply I have a child paternall lots deny And many prodigies from heaven debar To match at home a son must come from far This they foretell remaines for Italy Whose stock shall raise our name unto the sky This I beleeve is he the fates require And if my mind prompt rightly I desire This said he chosen horses did command Faire steeds three hundred in high stables stand And bids they should be to the Trojans led Whom gallant trappings grac'd with skarlet spread Gold portalls hung gold did their breast infold And with their teeth they champ'd the burnish'd gold The King a Chariot sent which foure steeds drew Of heavenly race fire from their nostrills flew Of the same kind who were of Circes breed Stole by a Mare leapt with a heavenly steed With these gifts and the answers of the King The Trojans bravely mounted peace did bring But then behold from Argos did repaire Joves cruell wife and flying cuts the aire The Trojan Fleet and glad Aeneas she Saw through the skie as far as Sicily Sees how they houses build and leave the flood Now trusting land with sharp grief fixt she stood Shaking her head thus forth her woes did powre Ah hateful race and Troys fate crosse to our In Dardan fields why did they not expire Or captives took why did not Iliums fire Consume these men midst arms through flames they past My power I feare weary lies down at last And I with hatred satisfied rest I bold these fugitives with waves distrest My self and all the floods against them bent And fury of the winds and waters spent How helpt my Syrts Scylla Carybdis vast Since now through Tybers wish'd streames they have past Free from the Sea and us could Mars destroy The mighty Lapithes could heavens King annoy At Dians suit so much old Calidon What were those great offences they had done But I great wife to Jove unhappy I Left nothing unassay'd did all wayes try Aeneas I am vanquished by thee But if my own power not sufficient be Undaunted aydes I le seek where ere they dwell Will heaven not grant my sute I le raise up hell Grant spight of us he must in Latium seate And that Lavinia shall be his by fate Yet we may work delay in such great things And may destroy the subjects of both Kings Let son and father joyne such rates being paid Trojan and Rutile blood shall dowre thee Maid Bellona give thee nor alone a brand Shall pregnant Cisseis beare to waste the land A Paris and such births she shall enjoy And funerall Fires againe for rising Troy This said she dreadfull to the earth descends And from th' infernall shades and seats of fiends Wofull Alecto calls who breeds sad warre Rage Treachery
and all crimes that are Pluto himself doth this foule Monster hate And her owne sisters doe abhominate So oft she 's chang'd and forms so dreadfull takes And foule still pregnant with so many Snakes Whom Juno with such words exciting said Virgin nights daughter help and now give aide Lest our unquestion'd name and honour fall Lest by these marriages the Trojans shall Latium enjoy and great Ausonia share Thou loving brothers canst provoke to War Houses destroy with hate both sword and flames Bring to their roofes thou hast a thousand names As many nocent arts then quickly shake Thy pregnant breasts and peace confirmed break Lay grounds for cruel war make with thy charms Their wilde youth rage require and take up arms Big with foul poyson thence the hag resorts To Latium and Latinus lofty courts And silent to Amatus chamber went Who boyl'd with female care and discontent 'Bout Turnus match and Trojans comming there At her Alecto from her snaky haire A serpent cast and fix'd it in her side By which inrag'd she might th' whole house divide It ' mongst her weeds did on her bosome roull And her then raging with a viperous soul Unfelt inspir'd The snake's a chain of gold A fillet now her tresses to infold And each were glides When first this pestilence Had with a strong infection seiz'd each sense And fill'd her blood with fire not yet the flame Her soft mind catch'd nor through her bosome came But as kind mothers use to speak she sayes Mourning her child and Phrygian mariages Sir will you give Lavinia to th' exild Trojan thy self not pittying nor thy child Nor me whom the false pyrate will forsake And next fair wind to sea the virgin take The Phrygian Swain so enter'd Greece and bore Laedean Helen to the Troian shore Where 's sacred faith and care thou hadst of thine The hand with Turnus thou so oft didst joyn If that a son must come from foraign lands Thou fix on that and this thy sire commands Sure I believe all countries foraign are Which we not rule and so the gods declare And if you Turnus linage view he springs From Inachus and Acrisius Grecian Kings When she had found perswasion was in vaine And saw him fix'd then wrought the viperous bane Shoots through het bowels spread through all her breast Then troups of fiends the haplesse queen possest And through the town distracted she did rove So flies a top with strokes resounding drove Which boyes in huge rings earnest at their sports Through winding entries and large vacant courts With scourges force amaz'd the childish troup And smooth-chin'd band admire the spinning top That lives with strokes so giddily she went Through the whole town and people discontent Then flies to th' woods like a wild Bacchanal And more inrag'd on greater plots doth fall For she in shady hills her daughter hid That so she might the Trojan banes forbid And Bacchus cryes The virgin's only thine Who bears for thee javelins adorn'd with vine For thee they dance and save their sacred haire Fame flies the matrons all distempered are Like rage moves all they leave their own to find New roofs their tresses flowing in the wind Others made heaven with hideous cries resound Girded with skins with viney javelins bound Bearing a flaming pine amidst the flings And Turnus and her daughters hymen sings Rowling her bloody eyes loud she exclaims With dreadful looks Ió you Latine dames If any love in your chast bosomes yet Remains for me the most unfortunate If any care of mothers power excites bound tresses loose with me act Bacchus rites Thus through vast woods and wildes Alecto brings Amata raging with infernal stings After she saw enough her fury burn'd Latinus counsel his whole house oreturn'd Straight the sad goddesse thence on black wings came Unto bold Turnus walls whose seat they fame Danae built with her Acrisian race Drove there by storms from birds of old the place Ardea stil'd Ardeas name now great It chanc'd then Turnus in his lofty seat Amidst the silent night soft quiet took Alecto leaves her shape and furies look And is transform'd to an old woman now Plowing deep furrowes in her wrinkled brow Binds her white hair then olive branches ties And she old Calybe Junos Vestal is And straight herself presenting thus began Tamely wilt thou Turnus such wrongs sustain Thy crown transferr'd to th' Dardan Colonie The King the match and dowre thou shouldst enjoy Denies and now a foraign heire hath chose Scorn'd go thy self t'ingratefull toyl expose Tyrrhens destroy yes and Latinus guard Great Juno bid this News should be declar'd To thee in silent night Arise with speed Arm the bold youth and through the gates proceed March where the Trojan captains in the sweet Tyber now ride and burn their painted fleet A god bids this and if the King withstands Thy marriages nor yields to thy demands Let him in arms then Turnus valour try Here the Prince smiling thus did make reply Not as thou thinkst the news hath scap'd my eare Of ships hath enter'd Tyber streams such feare Thou need'st not fain nor royal Juno will Unmindfull be of us But thee O mother fond age doting still Troubles in vain with care and terror brings Deluding with false fear of arms and Kings Take for the Temple and the Statues care Let men t' whom it belongs make peace and war At this Alecto rag'd but whilst he spoke A sodain trembling all his body shook His eyes grew stiffe such shapes she did unfold Hissing with snakes her flameing eyes she roll'd Repulsing him who lingering did prepare To speak two serpents darting from her hair Then lashing him from dire lips thus she storm'd Lo I whom doting age hath ill inform'd Of kings and arms deluding with false feare I from the furies seat am present here And in this hand bring war and death This said at him a blazing torch she cast And gloomy fire fix'd in his bosome fast Great fear doth vanquish sleep through all his limbs A salt sweat flows in brine his body swims Arm arm he cries for arms the bed room sought Love of steel rag'd and wars curst madnesse wrought Ire swels As when fir'd bavins are applide With mighty noise to a full cauldrons side Seas rage within the boyling liquor steams And fuming high bubbles with frothy streams Nor self-contain'd to heaven black vapours rose He to the King and the prime Nobles shewes Peace thus being broke that arms should be prepar'd To drive the foe from thence and Latium guard Trojans and Latines both he could invade Then cals the gods with vowes and prayers This said Rutilians strive each other to engage This taken with his noble personage His royal pedigree another charms Him youth inticeth and great deeds in arms Whilst Turnus his Rutilians did inflame The hag on Stygian wings ' mongst Trojans came Where fair Ascanius did with course and snares Persue wild beasts there she new art prepares Here
help'd it us to ' scape from cruel war To flie through Graecian fire and to exhaust All dangers of the sea and countreys vast Whilst Trojans for new Troy and Latium stand We'had better built on ashes of our land Dwelt where Troy stood Xanthus and Simois grant And that again we Ilâ—um may replant Highly incens'd then Royal Juno spake Why mak'st thou me deep silence thus to break And in this place our hidden grief declare What God or man Aeneas forc'd to war Or to the king Latinus made a foe Fate him to Italy sent then be it so Drove by Cassandra's rage have we enjoyn'd Him to set sail and venture iife to wind Or trust a boy with conduct in the war Or Tyrrhen faith or realms in peace to stir What power of mine betraid him or what god Where 's Juno here or Iris from a cloud It is unjust Italians should surround Troy with a leaguer and on native ground Turnus should stand the great Pilumnus heire Whom bright Venilia the blest goddesse bare Shall Trojans thus with fire and sword persue Take spoiles and lawlesse others land subdue Match where they please rob husbands of their bride Make shew of peace and yet for war provide Thou couldst from Grecian troops thy son regain Place empty clouds and shadows for the man Thou couldst to Nymphs the Trojan Navy change But if we help the Rutils this seems strange Aeneas absent wants intelligence And absent let him thou for thy defence Idalium high Cytherum hast why then Tempst thou seats big with war and valiant men Did we declining Phrygia's realm destroy Or they who mov'd the Greeks to war with Troy What did to arms Europe and Asia stir And to break peace by rape Th' Adulterer Did he take Sparta by our conduct led Did I give arms or war with foul lust fed Thou shouldst have then been carefull now complaints Are but in vain falsly thou me attainst Thus Juno pleads and all the gods a noise With votes divided made as when winds rise And stopt by woods a sudden mutmur send Which doth a storm to marmers portend Then mighty Jove began who governs all Silence imposd through the Olympick Hall Earth to the Center shook Heaven at a stand The winds were laid seas smooth as champaign land Careful attend my words and bear in mind Since these two nations cannot be conjoyn'd And your divisions never will have end What hope or fortune doth on each attend Twixt Trojans Rutils I le no difference make This Siege by fate if Latins undertake Or else by Troys ill conduct or advice Let each the chance of his own enterprise And danger bear Iove's the same King to all The fates will make their way whatever fall This by his brothers streams he ratifide Which round about th' infernall kingdome glide Banks full of sulphure and the horrid lakes And with his nod he all Olymus shakes Then from his golden throne great Iove did rise Attended to his Court by deities Mean while the Rutils with great clamour came Close to the gates and hem'd the wals with flame But in their trenches kept the Trojan band No hope to ' scape sad on high towrs they stand To man their works but slender guards they place Iasius Thymetes bold Hicetons race With Castor th' Assaraci and Tybris stood With them two brothers of Sarpedons blood Who them accompaned from the Lycian shore Acmon with all his strength a huge stone bore A mountains greatest part who in the wars No lesse then 's father or his brother dares Some Javelins cast and others stones did throw And these did wild-fire hurl or use their bow Behold Ascanius Venus chiefest care Amidst the thickest with his Temples bare So shines a jewell set in purest gold Made to adorn the head or neck infold Such lustre ivory doth to box impart Or to Orician brazill wrought by art His snowie neck his flowing hair receives And purest gold his tresses interweaves Aiming thy shafts and poisoning darts the bold Nations did thee brave Ismarus behold In Lybia born where men plow fertile lands And rich Pactolus rowls his golden sands And Mnestheus present was whose late successe When from the wals he Turnus did represse Him honour gave and Capys of great fame From whom Campania doth derive her name Whilst thus they were ingag'd in cruell fight Aeneas sails through the dark seas by night As soon as he to th' Etrurian army came He'acquaints the General with his stock and name What aids he needs and what he hath declares And what great force Mizentius prepares And shews how fury Turnus doth incense In humane greatnesse what small confidence Is to be plac'd and humbly help did beg Straight Tarchon forces joyns and makes a League Then freed by fate the Lydyans haste aboard Under the conduct of a forrain Lord. Aeneas ship the Admiral sail before And in her prow two Phrygian Lyons bore Ida above which Trojans much old take In this Aeneas did his voyage make And various chance of war did ruminate But on his left hand youthfull Pallus sate And learns the stars by which through night they stand Their course his suffering then by sea and land You Muses now open your sacred spring And raise my notes that I inspir'd may sing What bands Aeneas brought from Tuscan shore Who man'd his ships which him to th' ocean bore I' th' brazen Tyger Massicus first stands From Clusus he a thousand youth commands Who Cosas left these darts and javelins throw And bear light quivers with a deadly bow Fierce Abas next with compleat armed bands On 's stern in gold shining Apollo stands His mother Populonia did present Six hundred expert and three Ilva sent The I le for inexhausted mines prefer'd Asylas gods interpreter was third Whom smoaking entrails and the stars obey'd He tongues of birds presaging thunder sway'd A thousand he did with sharp spears convey Whom Latian Pisa that they should obey Gave strict command and joyn'd in covenant Who in the Ceres dwell and those who plant By Minio's streams them from old Pyrgians were And from Gravisca of intemperate aire Cycnus that bold Lygurian neither you Cupavo I 'le orepasse who led but few A swans bright plume did from his crest advance Of his transformed sire the cognisance Love was your only crime for as 't is said Whilst Cycnus mourning in his sisters shade For his dear Phaeton in the poplar grove And with his sweet Muse comforts his sad love His hoary hair into soft feathers grew Then mounting to the stars he singing flew His son accompanied with equal bands Rowes the great Centaure she through billows stands Threatning the waves tall like a mighty hill And the deep ocean plowes with her long keel Ornus a band rais'd from his fathers shore Prophetick Manto him to Tyber bore Who gave to Mantua walls and 's mothers name Mantua high-stock'd but not from one race came A triple kind four tribes in each of
them But this the head and strength o' th' Tusoan stem Hence came five hundred which Mizentius deeds Arm'd ' gainst himself whom Mincius crown'd with reeds Brought down from antient Benachus the brine They boldly plow in a most warlike pine A hundred oars with bold Auletes come Who sweep the waves and make the billows fome This mighty Triton bore frighting the tydes With his shrill trump his face and hairy sides Above presents a man a whale the rest And fomy waves resound beneath his breast In thrice ten ships as many Leaders go Troy to relieve and the salt ocean plow Now day had heaven forsaken and the bright Moons black chariot scales Olympus height The Prince for no rest grants his troubled mind Sits at the helm and swells the sails with wind But then behold amidst his voyage bends To him a train of Nymphs his antient friends Whom blest Cybelle bid to rule the seas And had from ships transform'd to goddesses They swam together and the waves divide As many ships did once at anchor ride They knew their King and round about him dance Cymodocea of best utterance Seiz'd with her right his stern her left hand laves Raising her self from sea the silent waves And thus she spake Sleepst thou O goddesse son Awake great Prince and clap more canvase on We are those pines which once crown'd sacred Ide Thy Fleet now chang'd to Nymphs when terrifide With Turnus threatning sword and fire then we Our cables broke and through the sea sought thee Cybelle pitying us this form did give Sea-Nymphs to be and under waves to live Put young Ascanius is beleaguer'd round With arms and Latines ever warlike found And now th' Arcadian horse joyn with the bold Hetrurians and allotted quarters hold To send a party 's Turnus main designe To keep the passe lest both their forces joyn Rise and command thy friends with early dawn To arm themselves and brace thy target on Which Vulcan gave thee and th'unconquer'd shield Did with pure gold on the large border gild Next day if thou conceive my words not vain Thou shalt behold huge heaps of Rutils slain This said she takes her leave and as she dives Her skilfull hand the lusty vessel drives Swift as a dart through billows flies the ship Or winged shafts that nimble winds outstrip So the whole fleet divide the briney seas This much amaz'd great Anchisiades But yet the omen did his spirits raise Then freely viewing heavens mighty convex prayes Mother of gods thou who in Dyndimus prid'st And towre-crown'd cities and with lyons rid'st O guide me in the fight Dear goddesse be Neer with protection and blest augurie Whilst thus he pray'd Aurora with new light Led on the day and darknesse put to flight First he commands that they should all appeare Refresh their spirits and for fight prepare And now his Dardan city he beheld Then from the stern he shews his glittering shield At which a Trojan shout mounts to the stars And hope thus added more their fury spurs Then thick they javelins cast Cranes not so loud Extend their voices from a gloomy cloud When they with clamour cut the yielding skie And from a threatned tempest sounding flie But the Rutilian King and all the bold Ausonian chiefs with wonder did behold Till they to shore saw the tall Navy stood And winged vessels hide the ample flood His crest now burns flames from his plumes aspire And Turnus golden helm did shine with fire As in moyst night a blazing Comet streams With bloody omens red and Syrius beams Brings to sad mortals sicknesses and thirst And heaven in mourning hangs with influence curst But nothing daunts bold Turnus confidence To march to shore and drive th'adventurers thence And thus with words did sleeping valour rouse You have obtain'd what long you sought with vowes And now you have it in your power to fight Then let your wives and fortunes you excite Your fathers facts and fame to memory call Let 's sudden charge and on them bravely fall Whilst now they landing reel with staggering feet Fortune assists the bold This said he casts what forces out to lead And whom to trust with walls beleaguered Me while Aeneas laders for his men Plac'd from the lofty ships but many then Observ'd when waves retreated from the shores Then leap to land but others trust their ores Tarchon supposing he a coast had found Where was no shoal nor broke waves did resound But a calme water with a swelling tyde Thither he turns and to his men thus cryde Now lustie youth now to your tackling stand Drive in the ship and strike that enemie land And let the keel in its own furrow sit To gain that landing I le my vessell split This said at once all stoutly ply their ores And brought their foaming ships to Latine shores Untill their fleet safe on dry ground did stand And without harme the whole navie came to land But thy ship Tarchon did not save her self For whilst it hung upon a spightful shelf Beaten with billows it was bilg'd at last And all her Souldiers in the Ocean cast Whilst Plancks and broken ores did hinder them And drew their sliding feet back with the stream Nor Turnus us'd delay but all his bands Gainst Trojans draws and on the shore he stands They sound a charge and first Aeneas sets On rustick bands and a good signe defeats A Latine squadron and bold Thero slew Who at Aeneas desperately flew Quite through his golden mail and brazen targe His sword in 's bosome found a passage large Then Lycas rip'd from 's mothers belly kil'd Sacred to thee O Phoebus though a child He steel escap'd not far from thence orethrows Stern Cysseus and huge Gyas dealing blows With knottie clubs nor could Alcides armes Nor mighty size nor could in those alarms Their father help who Hercules did aid In all th'adventures which on earth he made Behold whilst Pharon vainly boasts he cast A spear which in 's clamouring mouth stuck fast And nex'd unhappy Cydon whilst he seeks His new love Clytius fair with downie cheeks Aeneas slew and of that love now freed Youth to him made thou hadst lamented dy'd But that thy brothers up against him drew Seven Phorcus off-spring who seven javelins threw Some harmlesse on his shield and helme resound Some Venus broke not suffering to wound Then did Aeneas true Achates call And said bring me those darts nor this hand shall Spend one against the Rutilie in vain Drawn from Greek bodies on the Dardan plain This said he snatch'd a javelin strong and large Which well aim'd pierc'd through Meons brazen targe And through his breast and breast-plate passage made Alcanor his bold brother giving aid Bringing his dying brother of by chance Through th' arm sustain'd him flies the winged lance And sticking in the wound with blood was dide His hand with slack nerves hanging by his side From 's brothers body Numitor a lance Having pul'd forth t' Aeneas
name Who from Pilumnus the fourth of spring came And oft thy altars heap'd with sacrifice To whom Olympus mighty King replies If thou delayes from speedy death wouldst have And for a time the haplesse young man save And if thou thinkst it lies within my power Turnus by flight save from the fatal houre This I may grant but if in your request Conceal'd you drive a further interest So the whole fortune of the war again To bring about thou foster'st hope in vain Then Juno weeping said You may connive At what you dare not grant and he may live But now his woful destiny draws near Or else I am transported with vain fear Oh that false terror still would me delude And thou who mayst wouldst better things conclude Thus having said from lofty heaven she flies Girded with clouds winds driving through the skies And to th' Ausonian camp and Trojans made Then she an aiery cloud a hoslow shade Form'd like Aeneas which most strange she drest In Dardan arms and shield a flowing crest Puts on his honour'd head then made it talk Speak without lungs and like Aeneas walk Such shapes they say that dead mens spirits have Or those in dreams our drowsie sense deceive But the insulting shadow takes the Van Calling aloud and challeng'd out the man Turnus advanc'd and 's sounding javelin threw The Shade retreats and suddenly withdrew As soon as Turnus did himself perswade Aeneas fled swolne with vain hope he said What fly'st thou Trojan and thy bride dost leave The land thou sought'st by sea this hand shall give Thus brandishing his sword he eas'd his mind Nor thought his hope did fleet before the wind Behind a rock by chance in a calm bay With ready ladders a tall vessel lay Which king Osinius brought to Clusine shore Hither it self the fleeting shadow bore And takes the hold nor slower were Turnus steps All stay he conquers ore high bridges leaps No sooner shipt Juno the cable cuts And to the sea the floating vessel puts But through the fight mean while Aeneas goes Turnus to find and many overthrows Nor longer the phantastick shadow lies Hid under deck but vanishing it flies Up to the stars and with dark clouds conjoin'd Whilst Turnus drives to sea before the wind And both his hands did to high heaven advance For safety thanklesse ignorant of the chance O Jove he said deserve I this from thee And is' t thy will thus thus to punish me Ah whether must I go from whence came I Where shall I land or whither do I fly Shall I Laurentian towrs behold agen View my own camp where all those gallant men Which did my fortune and my arms attend Ah I have left to meet a woful end I hear their dying groans now now I view My routed army flie what shall I do Oh that the earth would gape and swallow me Or rather gentle winds more favouring be For your assistance Turnus now invokes Ah drive this vessel on obdurate rocks Split on the sands where friends shall never see My corps nor blasted fame shall follow me This said his mind on no resolve could place Whether he should for this so vile disgrace Upon himself a punishment afford And desperate in his bowels sheath his sword Or leap into the sea and swim to shore And ' gainst the Trojans arm himself once more Thrice he attempted both great Juno thrice His rashnesse staid with soberer advice The ship cuts billows and with favouring tides To the old city of his father glides Jove did mean while Mizentius soul enlarge That with fresh power the conquerours he should charge ' Gainst whom the Tyrrhens joyn all ' gainst one man With deadly hate and cruel weapons ran He as a rock amongst vast billows stood Scorning loud winds and raging of the flood And fix'd remaining all the force defies Muster'd from threatning seas and thundring skies Hebrus Dolicaons son he overthrew Latagus with him and Palmus as he flew But with a stone no small part of a hill Dashing in s face he Latagus did kill Palmus comes ore maim'd with his wounded knee And gave his arms bold Lausus unto thee Next Thrygian Eavns Mimas was orethrown Of Paris age and his companion Whom the same night the Queen gave Paris birth Pregnant with fire Theano did bring forth To old Amycus he at home was slain But Mimas fell in the Laurentian Plain He as a hunted bore from mountains bends Whom long pine bearing Vesulus defends And many years Laurentian marshes bred Where he with mast and bul-rushes was fed After he finds himself amidst their nets He stands and foaming up his bristles sets Against his rage the boldest dare not go But with safe showts at distance javelins throw So stood Mizentius ' gainst his Subjects rage Yet none so hardy durst their King ingage Put out of reach at him they cast their spears With mighty shouts he not the proudest fears But angry raungeth through the spacious field Bearing a grove of javelins on his shield Acron a Greek but in Corytus bred Drawn to this war left his new-marriage bed Him when he saw amongst the squadrons drest In wedding garments and a purple vest As a starv'd lion who doth oft invade Some lofty stall for hunger will perswade If he a nimble goat espie by chance Or else a dear a tall crest to advance Gaping he raves and bristles up his main And growling lies devouring of the slain Then baths his mouth with blood So fierce Mizentius rag'd ' mongst thickest foes And most unhappy Acron overthrows Breathing his last beating the earth he lies And the strong javelin with his blood he dies Yet scorns Orodes flying to orethrow And through his back to give the deadly blow But runs and meets him he by prowesse can More then by art and charges man to man Then on him down setting his foot and spear Said great Orodes once so fear'd lies here His Souldiers raise a shout But dying he Who e're thou art said I reveng'd shall be Nor shalt thou long triumph thy fate draws nigh And thou with me in the same field shalt lie VVith a grim smile Mizentius then replies Thou first shalt die who rules both earth and skies Let him dispose of me Thus saying he then His javelin draws from the dead corps agen A hard and iron rest seal'd up his sight And clos'd his eye in everlasting night Caedicus Alcathous and Sacrator slew Hydaspes Rapo Parthens overthrew And valiant Orses but Messapus sped Clonius and Ericates he left dead This tangled in the trappings of his steed On foot makes th' other sure next did proceed Lycius ' gainst him who Valerus did kill Though he was cunning at his Grandsires skill Salius Autronius Neacles Salius slew Who us'd the dart and well a long bow drew Now bloody Mars inrag'd on both sides fals Matching their grief with equall funerals Victors and those are worsted both come on And both retreat flight is to