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
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
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
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
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
to be seen Menalcas My flame Amyntas courts me oft alone Nor to our dogs is Delia better known Dametas Guifts for my love I have and by my search I know the place where her swift Pigeons perch Menalcas Such as I had red Apples half a score The youth I sent to morrow I le send more Dametas What words to us did Galatea say You winds a part unto the Gods convey Menalcas That thou not scorn'st me am I better yet If whil'st thou hunt'st wilde Boars I keep the net Dametas Phyllis Iolas send my birth-day 't is Thy self come when for fruit I sacrifice Menalcas Her I lov'd best for tears she parting shed And long farewel farewel faire Iolas said Dametas Stern Wolves the Stals windes trees ripe fruit the showers Me Amaryllis ruines if she lowrs Menalcas Soft dew the corne low shrubs the weaned kids Small sallow Goats but me Amyntas feeds Dametas Pollio though she be rustick loves our muse A Calfe you Muses for your reader choose Menalcas Pollio makes verses let a Bull be fed That strikes with bornes with feet the sand doth spread Dametas To joyes like thine who loves thee Pollio come For him flowes honey thorns bear Amomum Menalcas Who hates not Bavius may love Maevius notes The same may Foxes joyn and milk he Goats Dametas Fly who cull flowers and earth-born strawberies For in the grass a cold Snake hidden lies Menalcas Lead home the Ewes least heat their milk detain And you as lately press the teat in vain Dametas How poor my Bull is in a fertile field One love the herd and the herds Lord hath kil'd Menalcas Sure love is not the cause see how they shew Nor what eye witch't my tender Lambs I know Dametas Say and my great Apollo be what shore The Skie extends three fathomes and no more Menalcas Say in what Land the names of Princes signe The springing flowrs and Phyllis shall be thine Palamon T is not in us this difference to compose You both deserve the praise and each who knowes Or fears sweet love or hath the bitter tride Swaines shut your Springs the Meads are satisfi'de The fourth Eclog. Pollio THE ARGUMENT Here Sibill is appli'de to Pollio's son Her Prophesies his Gnethliacon But Christs birth he by happie error sings The Prince of Poets crowns the King of Kings SIcilian Muses sing we one note higher All like not tamarisk nor the humble brier If Woods we sing Woods worthy Consuls be Last times are come Cumea's Prophesie And times great order now again is borne The maid returns Saturnian Realms returne Now from high Heaven springs a new Progenie To th' infant chaste Lucina favouring be Who ending iron ages through all Lands Shall golden plant thy Phoebus now commands Thou childe being Consul Pollio shall possess This Fame of th' Age great moneths themselves address If any prints of our old vice remain'd By thee they r void and fear shall leave the Land He a Gods life shall take with Gods shall see Mixt Heroes and himself their object be Rule with paternal power th' appeased earth Which shall to thee sweet childe undrest bring forth Berries wilde Ivie and shall pay first fruits Of mixt Acanthus with Egyptian roots The Goats themselves shall home full udders bear Nor shall the herds the mighty Lyons fear Flowers shall thy cradle sprout the Serpent shall And the deceitfull herb of venome fall In each place Roses of Assyria grow As soon as thou the Heroes fame shalt know And thy Sires acts vertue thy self attain The fields shall mellow wax with golden grain The blushing Grape shall hang on thorns unset And boystrous Oke with dewy hony sweat Some steps of ancient fraud shall yet be found Thetis to tempt with ships and to surround Cities with walls bids earth in furrows tear A second Typhis a new Argo bear Choice Heroes and another war imploy Again a great Achilles sent to Troy Here when full years shall make thee perfect man The Saylor shall forsake the Ocean Nor Navigable Pines shall trafick ware But each part of the world shall all things bear Nor Earth feel harrows nor the Vine the hook Nor shall his Steers the rustick tiller yoak Nor Wooll with various colours shall deceive But in the medows Rams shall skarlet have And changing sometimes golden fleeces wear And feeding Lambs shall native purple bear The Fates conspiring with eternall dome Said to their Spindle Let such ages come Attempt great honours for the time draws near Dear race of Gods great stock of Jupiter Behold the world shakes on its pondrous axe See earth and heavens immense and th' Ocean tracts How all things at th' approaching age rejoyce Oh that my life would last so long and voyce As would suffice thy actions to rehearse Not Orpheus then shall vanquish me in Verse Nor Linus though their parents present be Phoebus got this and that Calliope Should Pan with me strive by Arcadias dome Although a God Pan should be overcome Begin sweet childe with smiles thy mother know Who ten long moneths did with thy burthen go Sweet childe begin cheer'd by no parents look To 's board no God t' her bed no goddess took The fifth Eclog. Daphnis THE ARGUMENT Since Kings as common Fathers cherish all Subjects like children should lament their fall But learned men of grief should have more sense When violent death seizes a gracious Prince Menalcas Mopsus Menalcas MAy we not Mopsus both being skilfull met Thou on small Pipes to play I verse repeat Here amongst Elms commix'd with hazels sit Mopsus Thou eldest art whom me t' obey is fit Whether to trembling shades light Zephyrs wave We goe or take some Grot See how you Cave Hath from wilde spreading Vines a Canopie Menalcas In our hills only Amintas strive with thee Mopsus What if t' excell Phoebus in song he aimes Menalcas Say Mopsus if thou hast or Phyllis flames Or Alcons praise or Codrus brawles begin And Tityrus shall thy feeding Kids keep in Mopsus I le trie those strains on the green Beech I wrot And with alternate change did warbling note Then boldly bid Amyntas strive with me Menalcas As the bright Olive stains the sallow tree As blushing Roses humble Lavender So thee before Amyntas we prefer Dear Swaine no more here is the caves descent Mopsus The Nymphs lost Daphnis funerall did lament Witness you Hazels Nymphs and purling streams VVhen the sad mother raiz'd the mangled limbs Of her dear son Gods stars she cruel calls Not any then oh Daphnis from their stalls The Cattell drove to cooling Springs the flood No herd did tast nor touch'd sweet grass for food Rough hils and Groves with echoes did resound Daphnis thy death and Lybian Lyons gron'de Daphnis Armenian Tygers first conjoyn'd In 's Chariot and to Bacchus rites design'd Did trembling Spears with gentle leaves combine As Vines the woods adorne as Grapes the Vine As Males the herds as Corne the fertill field Thou thine didst grace when thou
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
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
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
acts inflame Neither will strive to raise his own great fame Will he his son the Roman towers envie What strange hope stays him with the enemy Forgets he Latium and those promis'd Lands Let him set saile in brief bear these commands This said he his great fathers will obeys And first on 's feet his golden shoos he tyes Which winged bore him over Sea and Land Swift as the fleeting clouds then takes his wand With which from hell he calls up dismals Ghosts And others sends to sad infernal coasts Gives and takes sleep and seals up dying eyes With this drives winds and through loud tempests flies At last rough Atlas clifts and rockie side Who on his shoulders heaven supports he spide Atlas pine-bearing head black clouds still binde Snow hides his shoulders beat with showrs and wind His horrid beard with crusted ice is froze And from the old mans chin a river flows Here first with wings dispsaid Cyllenius stood From thence then swiftly glides unto the flood Like to a bird which haunts the deeps and nigh The fishie Rocks does with low pinions flie So the Cyllenian race twixt earth and skies Cutting the aire to sandy Lybia flies And from his mothers father took his flight As his wing'd feet did on a Cotage light He saw Aeneas towrs and roofs prepar'd A sword he wore with shining Jasperstard Loose on his shoulders a rich mantle plaid Of scarlet die which wealthy Dido made The thread with fine gold mix'd Who thus did say Thou now uxorious dost foundations lay Of lofty Carthage dost fair seats prepare Of Realms unmindfull and thy own affair The King of Gods who rules both earth and skie To thee from high Heaven sends this embassie And gave command with speed I should convey VVhat Plot what hope makes thee in Lybia stay If thee no glory of such great acts move And thy own fame thou striv'st not to improve Hopefull Ascanius fair Julus view T'whom Italy and Roman lands are due From sight this said abruptly Hermes fled And to thin ayre a farr off vanished At this Aeneas is struck dumb with fear Amaz'd he stood erected was his haire Earnest to fly and leave those pleasant lands Admonish't strictly by the Gods commands Alas what shall he do or which way move Or how begin to Dido mad with love His swift thoughts he divides this course he tries Then that and rapt through all invention flies At last as best on this opinion fals Sergestus he Mnestheus Cloanthus cals Bids private rig the fleet tackling prepare Gather their men and a feign'd cause declare Himself mean while would beauteous Dido move Since she suspected not in mighty love So great a breach and times of best access VVould choose to speak and make his best address VVith joy they execute what he propounds But she who can deceive a Lover sounds The guile at first perceives their future ayme All things suspecting the same impious Fame The furious told to sayle they had design'd Through the whole town she rages vext in minde Like Thyas when the sacred things are stir'd And dire trienials rais'd Bacchus being neard VVhen with loud shouts nightly Cytheron cals Then in such words she on Aeneas fals Couldst thou perfidious use such subtile art Such wickedness and secretly depart Could not our love nor our conjoyn'd right hands Nor perishing Dido stay thee in our lands But thou wilt sayle under the winter star Prepare to sea when North winds frequent are Faithless if no strange country thou should'st gain Unknown seats finde did ancient Troy remaine Through swelling seas wouldst thou to Troy now stand Or fly'st thou me by these tears this right hand Since nothing else remains to wofull me Our marriage our prepar'd solemnity If I have well deserv'd or ought was mine Pity a falling house change this designe If prayers have power for thee I gaine the hate Of all my Tyrians and the Lybick state For thee alone extinguish'd is my shame And what I climb'd the stars by former fame For whose sake leav'st thou dying me O guest That name doth after husband only rest Why live I till my brother raze my wall Or captive I to wrong'd Iarbas fall If I had prov'd before thy flight by thee Had off-spring could a young Aeneas see Sport in thy Palace with thy face and look I should not seeme so captive or forsook She said but he fix'd by commands of Jove His eyes and in his heart conceals his love Then briefly said those many favours I From you receiv'd great Queen I 'le not deny Nor shall I Dido's memory disdaine Whil'st I draw breath or life these limbs sustaine But for my cause I 'le plead that I did plot From hence to steal in secret feign it not I thee to be my wife did never take Nor did I ever any promise make If Fates gave leave to order my affairs At my own will and to compose my cares The Trojan towers I would again erect And the poor remnant of my friends protect Then Priams courts should stand another Troy By this hand rear'd the vanquish'd should injoy But Phoebus now bids us for Latium stand And Lycean lots for Italy command This is my love and this my Country is If Carthage towrs thee a Phaenissian please And the fair prospect of thy City like Why should it trouble you that Trojans seek New seats in Latium and Ausouia gain And why not we in forreign Kingdoms raign Oft as the nights moist shadow canopies The earth as oft as radiant stars arise My fathers Ghost me warning frights in dreams Ascanius loss of the Hesperian Realms And destin'd fields my dear sons injury Jove sent the Gods Embassadour to me Both our heads witness through the aetherial sky He brought commands I saw the Deity Enter these wals distinct his voice did hear With plaints to grieve thee and my self forbear Against my will I Latium seek She turning views him having these things said Rouling her eye each where and round survaid With silent look incens'd then thus begun Thou art not Dardans race or Venus sonne But thee perfideous Caucasus hath bred On cruell rocks and Hyrcan tygers fed Why feign I or why stay for greater woes Turns he his eyes sighs at our grief or shews Vanquish'd a tear a lover pitying VVhat shall I say great Juno nor heaven's King View these with equall eyes true faith is lost In want him receiv'd drove on our coast And fond with him part of my Kingdome shar'd His friends preserv'd from death his fleet repair'd Ah how am I transported with fond love Now Phoebus Lycian lots and now from Jove A strict command the Gods interpreter bears Yes heavenly powrs regards these things such cares Disturb their quiet well â— make no sute To stay thee here nor shall with words refute Goe sayle for Latium Realms seek through the Seas I hope if there be any Deities That thou mongst rocks cruell like thee shalt fall Where oft thou
realms they fame To swift wings trusting boldly through the skies A way untracted to the cold North flies At last on Chalcis towre he stands where he First lighting Phoebus gave his wings to thee And a large Temple built whose porch presents Androgeus death Athenian punishments A wofull thing leven children the demands Annually paid with lots the sad urne stands Crete that survayes the Sea was opposite A bulls dire love Pasiphaes stolne delight The mix'd race Minotaure his Monstrous son The monument of her foule lust was done The structure and the Labyrinth here was seen But Daedalus pitying th'inamor'd Qneen The art and windings of that house betraies Shewing the clew thou Icarus in these Shouldst a great part had grief permitted shar'd To draw thy chance in gold he twice prepar d Twice fell the fathers hands Soon the whole frame They had survaâ—d but that Achates came And did the priestesse of great Phoebus bring Deiphobe who thus bespake the King This is no time such sights to entertain Then bids seaven steers from untouch'd heards be slaine And as the custome equall sheep be paid Having said there the rites were not delaid And bids the Twojaus to the Temple come A cave was cut from a rocks vaster wombe Whence through a hundred gates a hundred ways Sybil as many prophesies convayes As he drew neer the Virgin cries Be bold To ask thy fate The god the god behold This said her colour chang'd nor had her face And comely tresses the same form or grace But her swoln bosome pants a mighty rage Doth all the faculties of her soul engage Nor humane voice greater she seems to be Inspired with th' approaching Deitie Trojan Aeneas then aloud she said Hast thou not made thy vowes hast thou not praid Nor vast gates of the fatal house till then Shall open Here she silent was agen And through the Trojans bones shot trembling feare Whilst from his soul the King powrs forth his prayer O Phoebus thou that strov'st still to protect Unhappy Troy and didst the shaft direct And Paris hand to wound Aeacides I led by thee strange lands and many seas To the remote Massylian shores have past And realms extended unto deserts vast We Italies flying coasts at length have took But by our own sad fortune not forsook And all you Gods and Goddesses that were Foes to Troy's glory now that nation spare And you blest Prophetesse humbly I intreat I seek but realms are due to me by fate That we in Latium may find new abodes And habitations for our wand ring gods I then to Phoebus and Diana shall A temple build of marble where I le call On solemn dayes on great Apollo's name And in our realm Chappels for thee I le frame In which the fates and fortunes of our race Which pleas'd you now foretell shall have their place And there blest maid I le consecrate choise men Commit not unto leaves thy verses then Lest they to wanton winds a sport be made But sing thy self I pray He ends this said But in the cave she furious takes no rest Striving to shake the great God from her brest Who tires her more her raging mouth he frames And by constraining her fierce bosome tames The hundred gates themselves now open fling And through the aire Sibylla's answer bring Thou scap'd from dangers of the sea far more Remain at land the Trojans shall the shore Of Latium find thy breast from such cares free And soon repent Wars horrid wars I see And Tyber swell'd with blood nor shalt thou misse Greek camps a Xanthus and a Symois A new Achilles of a Goddesse come And you shall Juno find in Latium What people what Italian seats in want Shalt thou not sue to as a suppliant A wife shall cause again the Trojan woe And forrain marriage Yet dangers fear not but on bolder goe What course thy fortune grants thy first supplies Which thou least thinks from a Greek seat shall rise These horrid circumstances from her cell Cumean Sibyl bellowing did foretell With dark phrase clouding truth then Phoebus shakes His reins and her chaf'd heart more fury takes When she grew calme and her wild rage alaid Aeneas spake Not any toyle O Maid To me an new unlook'd for shape presents I foresee all and cast their worst events One boone I crave since to infernall realms This way conducts and Acherons dismal streames That I my dearest father may behold Open the way inchaunted gates unfold Him I from thousand weapons through the flame Brought on my shoulders through an hoast I came He me accompanied through all the maine And weake did threatning seas and skyes â—â—â—taine Above the strength and temper of his age Us at thy gates t' attend he did ingage O pitie then the father and the sonne Blest Maid for all things can by thee be done Nor Hecate plac'd thee ore those groves in vaine If Orpheus could Eurydice regaine Help'd by his Thracian lyres sweet harmony Could Pollux by alternate dying free His brother and returne why should I name Theseus Alcides that from Jove I came Such things he pray'd and by the altars hung Then she replyde Trojan Aeneas sprung From blood of Gods to hel's an easie way Black Pluto's gates stand open night And day But to return and the bright aire to view This is the worke the labour of a few Whom Jove esteems or vertue hath rais'd high And sprung from Gods Woods in the middle lie And round Cocytus motes with a black lake If so great love if such desires thee take Twice to swim Styx black hell twice to survay And to strange toyles th' art pleas'd to give such way Hear thy first task A golden bough doth lie With shining leaves hid in a shady tree Sacred t'infernall Juno this is said This the whole woods and obscure valleys shade To visit parts below all are restrain'd Untill the bough with golden leaves is gain'd Which to fair Proserpine must presented be This pluck'd another golden from the tree Sprouts with like metal with your eye search round And breake it gently off when it is found If fates call thee it will with ease be gain'd Else not by â—y violence constrain'd Nor shall by thee with hardest steele be got But now thy dead friend ah thou knowst it not The whole fleet with his corps contaminates Whilst thou consulting at our threshold waits Him first in quiet shade intombe then bring Black sheep an expiating offering Darke reasms deny de the living thou mayst then Behold This said she silent was agen Aeneas with fix'd eyes and sad lookes went And leaves the cave musing the sad event Faithfull Achates his companion goes With equall steps dividing equall woes Betwixt themselves many conjectures whom She meant was dead what corps they should intombe When as they go they saw Misenus left On the dry shore by a sad death bereft Misenus none more excellent was found T inflame to battell by his trumpets sound
Forsake and other billows roul with oars Brief th' aged Priestesse thus to him replies Anchises son sure stock of deities Thou Styx Cocytus view'st by this to swear And to deceive the power the Gods do fear All those sad troops thou seest are not interr'd That Charon those he wafts are sepulcher'd Untill their bones in quiet rest before None passe these hoarce waves to the horrid shore A hundred years to wander here they' are bound Permitted then to passe the Stygian sound The Prince at this no further did advance And full of thoughts pitying their sad mischance Leucaspes and Orontes there he spies The Lycian chief sad wanting obsequies Whom the black south o're set with tempest when They sail'd to Troy waves swallowing ship and men Lo Palinure the master next appear'd Whom whilst by stars from Lybia he steer'd Fell mid'st the waves and tumbles with the stern Him when he could in so much shade discern O Palinure first said what deitie Snatch'd thee from us and drown'd amid'st the Sea Speak for to me still Phoebus words prov'd true But onely in my hopes concerning you He said thou safe to Latium through the seas Shouldst passe behold Are these his promises Great Trojan Prince Phoebus deceiv'd not thee Said Palinure nor hath the God drown'd me For the torne rudder grasping with much force As to my charge I stuck and steer'd my course With it I fell by the rough seas I sweare Nor for my selfe conceiv'd I so much feare But that the Master wanting at the helme Such swelling waves thy ship might overwhelme Three stormie nights rough south winds carried me Through the vast waves the fourth dawne Italy Rais'd on a swelling wave I saw and swam Softly to shore and to firm footing came When cruel men on me with weapons set Grasping rough bancks loaden with garments wet Who ignorantly tooke me for a prey The waves possesse me now and in the sea The winds oft rowle my body to the shore But by heavens pleasant light I thee implore Py thy deare Father and thy hopefull heire Take me from hence great Prince or else interre For thou hast power and seeke m'in Velins bay Or if thy mother Venus shew the way For I beleeve without some aiding God Thou com'st not now to faile this dreadful flood Then helpe a wretch and me transport with thee That I at last in death may quiet be This said then Sybill thus her selfe exprest Whence Palinurus comes this strange request Wouldst thou unburied Styx the furies Lake Behold and without leave these shores forsake Desist to hope that fates will heare thy prayer But take this comfort to appease thy care The neighbouring Cities shall thy bones interre And mov'd by omens build thy sepulchre Then to thy tombe pay yearly rites and shall The place for ever Palinurus call These words appeas'd his cares and griefe ore-came Proud of a countrey that should beare his name Then on they went and to the stream drew nigh As Charon these from Stygian waves did spie Bending through silent groves to his fad strands Thus rudely first begins and threatning stands Who ere thus arm'd approachest to our streams Your businesse tell this is the place of dreams Of shades and drousie night depart nor can My Stygian boat transport a living man Nor pleas'd it me to waft ore Stygian seas Theseus Perithous nor great Hercules Though sprung from Gods men never vanquished From our Kings Throne in chains Alcides led Hels porter trembling the other did combine To take from Plutoe's bed chast Proserpine Then Sybill said give not such way to rage Here are no stratagems nor arms t' ingage A violence let hels Porter ever lye In 's kennell and pale Shadowes terrifie Still in her Uncles Court the Queen may be Aeneas fam'd for armes and pietie To see his father through darke shades descends If thee no shape of such affection bends Behold this bough which hidden in her vest She shewes then swelling rage forsakes his breast Nor more he said but the strange gift admires The fatall bough not seen in many years Then turns his sable vessel toward the strand Thence drives those Ghosts sate waiting on the sand Opens his hatches and receives his freight The craz'd boat groanes with great Aeneas weight And leakie drunck much water safe at last He with the Priestesse and Aeneas past And free from foule mud ' mongst black rushes lands From triple jawes great Cerberus through those strdans Still barks and huge in a vast kennell lies When she his neck dreadfull with serpents spies She casts to him a soporiferous bit He opens his three mouths to swallow it Then being laid stretcht forth his long back lies Measuring his kennell with his mighty sise Aeneas past whilst Cerberus sleeps and leaves The shores of irrenavigable waves Then they heard voices and a mighty cry Of Infants weeping which in th'entrance lie Whom from sweet life a wofull death did call From the loved teate with timelesse funerall Next those who falsly were condemn'd to die And did not without Lot or judgement lie Minos being plac'd a silent councell cals And lives examines of the criminals Next after these those wretched Ghosts recide Who nating life have by their own hands dyde And lost their soules who now to live again Would not hard toyle and poverty disdain Them fates deny and the most dreadfull sound Binds in and Stix nine times incircles round Not farre from hence they to large champaigns came The fields of sorrow call'd such was the name Here those whom cruell love with griefe devours Did haunt close walks conceal'd in mirtle bowres Nor in their death relinquish they their woes There Phedra Procris and Euryphile goes Shewing those wounds her son had made he saw Pasiphae Evadne Laodomia Coeneus with them now woman once a man Whom fates restor'd to her own sex againe Amongst these Dido wandred the great wood With a fresh wound whom as Troys Heroe stood And drawing nigh through obscure shades he knew Such in her prime the rising moon we view Or seeme at least to see through clouds displaid Powring forth tears then with sweet love he said Ah haplesse Dido truth that newes did tell Which said thou' rt dead and by thy own hand fell I was the cause now by the stars I vow By Gods and faith if any is below Unwillingly best Queen I left thy lands But was inforced by the gods commands Who now compell me through these shades to passe Through deepest night and this most dismall place Nor my departure could I ere suppose Could thee alas ingage in so much woes O stay and part not thus whom fly'st thou me We nere shall meet againe so fates decree These to her vext and frowning he declares Her to appease but forceth his own tears Fix'd on the earth her eyes averse she held Nor was to change no more with words compeld Then if hard flint or Parian Rocks had stood Then flyes displeas'd and seeks
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 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
towns to make arms anvils lay Tyber Ardea potent Atina Towrie Antemna Crustumere the great Helms of high proof they work and shields compleat With sallow wrought these shining breast-plates cast Or with fine silver smooth-wrought Greves inchac't Farewell all love and honour of the plow Their fathers swords again they furbush now The trumpets sound proclaimed is the war These fit their casks those neighing steeds prepare This brac'd his shield his golden mail that tride And girds his trusty sword unto his side Open your springs you Muses raise my verse What Kings provok'd to wars what armies fierce Supply'd the field with what men Latium fam'd Did flourish then and with what arms inflam'd T is you can tell for you did register Only a slender fame did touch our eare First proud Mezentius from the Tyrrhen lands The gods contemnor march'd with armed bands And Lausus next his son then whom more fair Was none unlesse Laurentian Turnus were Horse-taming Lausus wild beasts vanquished A thousand men from Agelina led Worthy in better times his realms to have swaid And not Mezentius for his sire to have had With conquering steeds in 's chariot next to these Came Aventine thy son bold Hercules Upon his shield his fathers arms he takes A hundred serpents Hydra girt with snakes Whom Rhea bore in Aventina's wood Private a woman proving by a god After Alcides to the Laurent plain A conqueror came when Geryon he had slain And Spanish bulls washt in the Tyrrhen wave In war these piles and cruel weapons have They fight with Tucks and with Sabellian spears Himself on foot a Lyons huge skin wears Rough hair and white teeth dreadfull on his head Thus horrid he the palace entered Th' Herculean mantle flowing on his back Two brothers then Tyburtian walls forsake Whose brother Tybert gave the place a name From Greece fierce Coras and Catillus came Before the ranks amidst thick arms they bend As cloud-born Centaurs from the hills descend When snowie Othrys they or Omole Forsake then to their flight the woods give way And all the bowes with mighty fragor yield Nor was he wanting did Preneste build The race of Vulcan who mongst cattel reign'd Found on the hearths all times this truth maintain'd Rusticks a legion Coeculus commands From high Preneste and cold Anio's strands Whom Gabii and rough Hernicis bred With rivers cleer those rich Anagnia fed Old Amasens not all bore arms or ring With shields and chariots A great number sling Bullets of lead and some two javelins beare And on their heads did yellow bonnets weare Of a wolfs skin with their left foot they did March naked a raw brogue the other hid Well horst Messapus Neptunes off-spring whom Nor fire or sword had power to overcome People in ease uncustom'd to alarms Invites to war soon taught to use their arms These the just Falscians and Fescennian bands Those held Soractes towres Flavinian strands Mount Cymins lake and Capen groves who sing Marching harm onious numbers of their King As midst the clouds when silver swans retire From their repast they in a joyful quire Tune their long pipes then all the Asian coast And floods far off resound Nor think the brazen bands in that great hoast Confusion had like thick clouds through the skie Of cackling fowl from sea to land they flie Lo antient Sabine blood Clausus commands Great troups himself great as his mighty bands From him the race and Claudian family come After the Sabines shar'd a part in Rome Great Amiterna old Quirites and Oliv'd Mutisca all the Eretian band Who Nomentum those rosey Veline till Tetricah rough with rocks Severus hill Those plant Casperia Folurus and them Drink Hymel Faber and the Tybers stream Cold Nursia Hortine troups and Latines came Those Allia parts with an unhappy name As many waves from Lybick seas are rowl'd When stern Orion winter storms infold Or as thick corn parch'd in the summer stands In Hermus or in Lycias golden strands So shields resound earth trembling as they came Atrides sonne foe to the Trojan name Halesus strait his chariot horses joyns A thousand fierce men brought those blest with vines Massica plow Arunciau fathers train From the high hills Sidicina neer the main Those who left Cales and who till the stream Of dry Vulturnus Saticulus with them And Oscian bands these fight with javelins long Put as their custome fit with a soft thong These Faulchions have and leather shields protect Nor thee Oebalus must our Muse neglect Whom Nymph Sebetide to Telon bore Now old he held the Telebonian shore The son not with his fathers realms content To his subjection the Sarrastians bent And those whom Sarnus watereth forct to vield Them Rufus Batulus hold and Celen field And those fruit-bearing ' Bellas rampiers view Who darts in the Teutonick manner threw Their heads are arm'd with Cork-trees torn from vines They shine in brazen arms a brasse sword shines With thee to war from hilly Nursia came O Vfens blest in arms and great in fame A cruel race with huntings us'd to toyle In woods Aequicola a barren soyl These armed plow and alwayes love to drive Fresh prey and plunder and by rapine live Next came a priest of the Marubian race His helm green bowes of happy olive grace From King Archippus sent Vmbro most bold The vip rs blood and hissing serpents could By chaims or with his hand to sleep engage Their bitings cure and by his art asswage But for the Dardan spear no help he found Nor could a sleepy medicine ease the wound Nor all those herbs in Marsian mountains be Thee Angits grove Fucinus cleer waves thee Thee chrystal lakes have wept To war the fair race of Hippolitus went Virbius whom his mother Aritia sent To Aegeias groves in the Hymetian strand Where altars fat of pleas'd Diana stand After his stepdames art Hippolitus kill'd Paternal punishments with blood fulfil'd Torne by mad steeds T'etherial stars they fame And heavens supernal air again he came Restor'd by physick and Diana's love This much incensing the all-potent Jove A mortal from infernal shades should rise Phoebus son who so great skill did devise With thun er sent to Styx But Trivia Hypolitus did to fecret seats to convay And to Aegerian groves confin'd alone In Italian woods he finisht life unnkown Where by a chang'd name he was Virbius stild From Trivias fane groves sacred are exil'd All horses since the youth and 's chariot they Frighted orethrew to monsters of the sea No lesse his son did horses exercise And to the wars he in his chariot flies Among the first most beauteous Turnus led Marching in arms and taller by the head From his high crests three bushy horse-maines came Chimera there breathing Aetnean flame Then louder roars with fire more fiercely glowes When in hot fight blood in abundance flowes His polish'd shield Io with gold adorns A cow now cloath'd with hair and drest with horns Argus who kept the
a watery cloud As much of fire and three of wind allow'd Their work with flashe noise and fear they mixt And dreadful wrath persuing flame betwixt Here haste they Mars his chariot and swift spokes With which he men and mighty towns provokes These the dread shield of angry Pallas mould And wrought her arms with Dragons scales and gold The goddesse crest with twisted snakes they deck And Gorgons head dissected from her neck Cyclops he said take all these things away Set by your tasks and list to what I say Arms for a bold man must be made impart Now all your strength and shew your greatest art Break off delayes Nor more he said They hot All ply the work and equal tasks by lot Receive straight brasse and gold in rivers flowes In a vast furnace hard steel liquid growes A mighty shield they frame one should withstand The warlike store of all th' Ausonian land Rounded with mighty orbs seven orbs they make Some with the bellows air retain and take Others in water dip the hissing ore The hollow vaults with beating anvils rore They with much strength their arms in order raise And turn with tongs the masse a thousand wayes Whilst in Aeolian Caverns Vulcan sweats Hastning the work blest morn from humble seats Evander rais'd and chirping birds did call Up with sweet notes under his Palace wall The old man rose puts on his coat and tyde His Tyrrhen sandals on then to his side Girds a Tegean sword next ore he flung A Panthers skin which from his left side hung From the high floor his double guard descend And on their masters steps the dogs attend T' Aeneas chamber went for he had not Promis'd assistance nor his word forgot And full as early prince Aeneas rose Pallas with that with this Achates goes Met they salute and in the hall being plac'd Desired conference they enjoyd at last And first the King began Great Trojan prince Thou safe I never shall Confesse Troy vanquish'd nor her kingdoms fall Our aids are small for one so much renown'd Here are we with the Tusscan river bound There Rutils stop us and oft storm our wall But I great nations and rich kingdoms shall Draw to thy help unlookt for chance presents Thee succour and thou com'st by fates consents Not far from hence built on an ancient rock Stands Agelina where the Lydian stock Once fam'd in war Hetrurian mountains plants This flourishing many years all former grants At last Mizentius by his proud commands Infring'd and garrison'd with cruel bands His murthers I forbear and tyrannies The gods return the like on him and his For he dead bodies to the living joyn'd Puts face to face and hand in hand combin'd Strange torture when foul gore and blood imbrues Their sad imbrace and with long death persues At last the weary subjects take up arms And him then raging they with fierce alarms In 's court besieg'd his counsellors they slew And wild-fire on his lofty palace threw He scapes'mongst slaughters to Rutilian strands To seek protection from kind Turnus hands Now all Hetruria up in cruel rage To bring their King to justice they ingage Over their armies I le make thee the head Now sounding shores are with the Navy spread Ready to fail but their old priest withstands Opening the fates You choise Meonian bands Flowre of the antients whom just griefs engage Against Mizentius with deserved rage No ' Italian must so great a nation sway Seck forraign Chiefs This did th' Hetrurians stay Affrighted by the gods admonishments Tarchons ambassador to me presents The scepter crown ensigns to my commands And would possesse me of the Tyrrhen lands But feeble age with cold blood me retracts From such a task too weak for valiant acts I would my son prefer but that his line By 's mother comes from them Thee fates designe By blood and years the gods this meant for thee Go most bold Chief of Troy and Italy To thee I le Pallas joyn my hope and care Thou being his master to inure to war And Mars hard toyles thy prowesse us'd to see From 's youth he may admire and honour thee Two hundred chosen horse well mounted all I shall bestow as many Pallas shall Scarce said the Trojan Anchisiades And good Achates stand with fixed eyes Who many sad things troubled then divine When from high heaven fair Venus gave a signe For from a cloud with mighty fragor brake A flash of lightning all things seem'd to shake From heaven a Tyrrhen trumpet sounds alarms And oft they hear the ratling noise of arms And armour saw shine through a gilded cloud Amongst bright sphears and struck to thunder loud Others admire but Troy's great Heroe these Perceives to be his mother's promises Then said O king what these strange portents are Seek not to know for me the gods declare This my blest mother told if war should rise She would Vulcanian arms bring through the skies For my defence Ah what great slaughters Latium wait on thee On Turnus how will I revenged be When Tybers waves shields helms and men involve Let them now arm and to break peace resolve This said down from his lofty throne he came And on Herculean altars stirs the flame And joyfull did the last dayes rites renew And chosen sheep he as the custome slew The same Evander and the Trojans did Thence he his fleet and friends revisited And from their number chose the valiantest Who in the war should follow him the rest Go with the stream and down the river fell That the glad news they might Ascanius tell Trojans are hors'd for Tyrrhen countreys bent A matchlesse one t' Aeneas they present Caparison'd with a mighty Lyons skin Which covering him with golden clawes did shine Straight nimble fame through the small city flew That troups of horse to Tyrrhen kingdoms drew Matrons their vows redouble with their fears And wars dire visage greater now appears Evander then on them departing layes Weeping his hands and thus imbracing sayes O Jove wouldst thou my former youth renew When at Preneste I the Van orethrew And heaps of shields to ashes did compell And with this hand King Herelus sent to hell Three souls his mother gave him at his birth Strange to be told thrice he must fall to earth Thrice was to die yet I not suffering harm Took all those lives and did as oft disarm I then dear son not from thy'mbrace would be Depriv'd nor should Mizentius over me Thus much insult nor oft so neer our gate Slaughter our men and town depopulate But oh you gods and greatest Jove now bring Comfort and pity the Arcadian King And hear a fathers prayer if power you have My Pallas to preserve if fates will save If may see him and we meet again Then life I crave all labour I 'le disdain But him if fortune with sad chance persues O now my wofull life now let me lose Whilst doubtfull cares and hopes incertain be
No age shall you forget whilst Trojans shall Plant the fixd Rock of the high Capitol Or Roman Fathers shall the Empire sway But the Rutilian conquerours share the prey And weeping to the Campe dead Volscens beare Nor was lesse griefe Rhamnes found slaughterd there So many in one massackre prime men Serranus Numa mighty concourse then Visit the corps some not quite dead they flore Fresh slaughter warm'd and full streames fresh with gore Messapus spoyles they know and glittering caske And reins recovered by so hard a taske And here Aurora with new light had spread The earth leaving Tithonius saffron bed Now when the Sun had shewd the world againe Arm'd Turnus forth did his arm'd souldiers traine And all the Iron rancks in order sets Each man his wrath with various rumours whets When Nisus and Euryalus heads they bring Fix'd on tall spears and with loud clamouring A wofull sight came on The valiant Trojans the left hand made good The right side was secured with the flood They mighty trenches man'd with all their powers And sad they stood upon their lofty towers When well known heads they saw t' increase the more Their swelling grief flowing with purple-gore Whilst through the fearful town flew swift-wing'd fame And gliding to Euryalus mother came Which from the wretch did straight all heat compell Her yarn she tumbles down her spindle fell Out then with female cries tearing her haire Distract she runs and did to th' works repair Danger of men and weapons she defies Where thus with loud complaints she fils the skies Thus view I thee Euryalus art thou he That shouldst support my age thus leavst thou me Nor to thy mother grant'st one complement Before thou wast to such great dangers sent Ah thou art left to dogs and birds a prey In a strange land nor doth thy mother pay Thee funeral rites nor close thine eyes nor lave Thy wounds nor cover with the vest I have Working both night and day hasten'd for thee Which task in my old age did comfort me Where shall I seek thee in what coast remains Thy mangled limbs what land thy corps contains This the returns for all my love dear son For this have I by land and sea thus gone Kill me Rutilians if you pity have Dart all at me and give me first a grave Or thou great Jove thy self in mercy shew O father this my body hatefull now Unto the Stygian shade with thunder send Since else my woful life I cannot end This pierc'd their souls a sad grone past through all Their courages in war undaunted fall Idaeus and sad Actor by command Of Ilioneus whilst she thus complain'd Mov'd with Ascanius tears lead her away By either arm and to her house convay But now from far loud trumpets terrifie Follow'd with shouts which eccho from the skie The Volsceans haste and straight a Testude form Trenches to fill prepare and works to storm Some entrance seek and strive to scale the wall Where men stood thinnest and the guards but small Trojans on them all sorts of weapons throw And with sharp-pointed spears repell the foe Train'd by long war a city to defend Huge rocks and mighty milstones down they lend To break their fence-work under which they slight All chances and in danger take delight Which now not serves for where they thickest drew On them a mighty heap the Trojans threw Which beat the Rutils down their shield-work broke Nor more the hardy Volsceans undertook T' assault with engines but by open force To drive them from their works On th' other side dreadful Mizentius came Brandishing fire and casts in pitchy flame Messapus that brave horsman Neptunes race Past trenches and did scaling ladders place O thou Caliope inspire my verse Slaughters to sing and funerals to rehearse Which Turnus made whom each man sent to hell With me that wars great circumstances tell For this you know and to relate have power With transomes vast in prospect was a tower A place of strength ' gainst which th' Italians joyn Their force this to orethrow their chief design With stones the Trojans in great flocks defend And from their loop-holes deadly weapons send A brand Prince Turnus cast and blazing flame Fix'd to the work which with the wind the frame Suddenly seiz'd on burning posts fast stuck Amaz'd within all shake and whilst they flock Contriving to escape and make retreit Where was no fire the towre with mighty weight Suddenly fell heaven thunders with the sound Half dead with the vast load they come to ground VVith their own weapons hurt that cruel steel Did guard their breasts they in their bosoms feel Hardly escap'd Lycas and Helenor Helenor the eldest whom Lycimnia bore Bondslave to the Maeoanian King did reare And sent to Troy unlawfull arms to beare With a white shield and sword inglorious yet He when he saw himself with troops beset And Latine bands on every side he found Like a wild beast which hunters do surround Runs on the weapons and resolv'd to die Leaps through the toyles upon the enemie So charg'd the desperate youth upon his foes And where he saw the thickest squadron goes Lycas much swifter through the enemies And through their arms to the high bulwark flies Then strives the tops of the tall works to reach Endeavouring his friends right hands to catch Whom Turnus follows with as swift a course And thus bespeaks Fond couldst thou hope our force Thus to escape This said him hanging caught And down with great part of the bulwark brought A silver swan or hare Joves eagle bear So through the sky trust in his hooked sears Or Marses wolf takes from the flock a lambe Sought with much bleating of the mourning damme They shout they storm to fill the trenches haste And fire-works to the lofty bulwarks cast Ilioneus with a stone part of a hill Firing the gates did bold Lucetius kill Lyger Emathion Asylas did orethrow Chorinaeus This the dart us'd that the bow Caeneus Ortygius Turnus Caenaeus slew Dioxe and Ideas as they did maintain Their towres Privernus was by Capys slain This first a slight wound got from Themella's lance But he his hand did to the wound advance Fondly to bind it when a shaft did glide On nimble wings and pin'd it to his side The breathing places of his soul it found And panting lungs pierc'd with a deadly wound In arms compleat stood Arcens gallant son Of Spanish dye a rich coat he had on A most fair youth whom Arcens sent to have Breeding in Atars his grove near Symeths wave Where pleas'd Palicus smoking altar stands Mizentius laying by his arms commands A sounding sling then thrice about his head He whirls it round and with the moulten lead He piere'd his temples through and from his stand He layes hun weltring on a bed of sand Then first in war Ascanius as they fame A swift-wing'd arrow at the foe did aime Before accustom'd wild beasts to persue And stout Numanus with
oke Pointed with steel aiming at Pallas spoke See if our javelin will not better passe This said his shield plated with steel and brasse So thick with bull-hides lin'd trembling it prest And through his corslet pierc'd his ample brest He from the wound in vain the warm spear drew Whilst the same way blood and his soul persue Falling on 's wound his arms above resound And dying bites with bloody mouth the ground Then Turnus standing ore Arcadians tell Evander these he said I Pallas send such as he merited Whatere the honour is of obsequie And joy at funerals shall my bounty be Aeneas entertainment shall be paid Back with no small reward Thus having said And treading with his left foot on the dead He seiz'd his belt richly embroidered Wrought with a crime in one nights nuptials slain So many youths blood bridal chambers stain And with pure gold skilfull Eurytion wrought Which spoils now Turnus boasts proud to have got Men not foreseeing chanee and future fates And to observe a mean in prosperous States The time shall come when Turnus will in vain Wish with a Kingdomes price Pallas unslain And with those spoils he shall abhor the day With groans and tears his servants Pallas lay Upon a shield and round about him mourn Great grief and glory to thy sire return This thy first day in war and this thy last But yet thou heaps of slain Rutilians sawst Not of so great misfortune only fame But certain tydings to Aeneas came Which told his army in great danger stands And now or never aid his shrinking bands Whoere he meets he levels with his sword And steele to him a passage did afford Seeking thee Turnus with new slaughter proud Pallas Evander favours they allow'd To him a Stranger and those aids he brought Present themselves to his revengeful thought Four gallant youths which were at Sulmon bred As many which cold Vfens nonrished Living he took for shades an offering dire Whose captive blood should due the funeral fire At Mago then a dreadful spear he threw Who stooping 'ore him the swift javelin flew He suppliant then grasping his knees begun By thy sires Manes and thy hopeful son This life both for a son and father save I have a Pallace where I talents have Of hoarded silver and huge summes of gold Coind and uncoin'd This victory can't withhold Nor one mans life so great a difference make This said Then thus to him Aeneas spake The gold and silver which thou mention'st spare To help thy children Turnus in this War Hath bar'd all quarter since he Pallas slew This to my father and my son is due Then whilst he mercy craves he seiz'd his crest And ran to th'hilts his sword within his brest Hard by was Phoebus prest Aemonius son VVith all his robes Surplice and Mytre on Known by his glorious arms and glittering shield Him first he charg'd and drives through all the field Then of him faln a sacrifice he made And standing ore hides with his mighty shade Serestus takes his curious arms to be A lasting trophie father Mars to thee Ceculus Vulcans son and Vmbro who Came from th' Martian fields the fight renew Whom the Prince meets as Anxure did advance He lops off both his shield and arm at once For he devin'd t'himself some great successe And vain Enthusiasmes beleev'd no lesse With his phantastick spirit he mounts the stars Promising t'himself long life and hoarie hairs Well arm'd Tarquitus then came boldly on Whom the nymph Dryope bore old Faunus son Towards him Aeneas raging did advance And through his shield and corslet drives his lance Whilst he did many ways beg life in vain And us'd perswasions quarter to obtain Cuts off his head the warm trunck down did rowl Then standing ore him from a bitter soul Thus much he said Thou so much fear'd lie there Nor shall thy woful mother thee interre Or in thy fathers tombe thy body lay Thou shalt be left for birds and beasts a prey Or waves shall roll thee in the ocean drownd And greedy fish shall lick thy bleeding wound Anthaeus and Lycas next he followed Who the prime squadrons of bold Turnus led Stout Numa did and bright-hair'd Camers chace Sprung from great Volscens who the richest was Of Italy and rul'd Amyclean lands As bold Aegean with a hundred hands Did belch from fifty mouths devouring flame When arm'd against Joves thunderbolts he came As many swords did shake and sounding shields So rag'd Aeneas conquering through the fields His sword now warm behold he next proceeds Dreadfull against Nyphaeus chariot steeds But they far off as him they saw draw near Raging extremely turn being struck with fear And rushing back their Captain overthrew And to the shore they with the chariot flew But mean while Lucagus with white horse rides In th' open plain his brother Lyger guides The winged chariot and the reins commands His drawn sword Leucagus brandish'd in his hands Nor them Aeneas suffers to advance But gainst them boldly he presents his lance To whom then Lyger said These are not Diomedes horse nor dost thou see Achilles chariot nor Greek enemie Now in this field thou life and war shalt end Thus vapouring Lyger did with words contend But the bold Trojan studied no reply He throws his javelin at the enemy When Leucagus bending having cast his speare His left foot out did for the fight prepare Under his shield Aeneas javelin found Way to his left thigh with a mighty wound He from his chariot tumbles down half dead When in stern language thus Aeneas said Sir your slow horse have not your chariot lost Nor were they frighted from the enemies host But you your self your chariot have forsook And strait he seiz'd the horses as he spoke His brother then disarm'd himself submits And craving quarter he his office quits Now for thy self and thy great parents sake Brave Prince O spare my life and pity take Aeneas said You were more malepert Die for thy brother thou shalt not desert Then he the closet of his soul displaid With his bright sword The Dardan Heroe made Such slaughters then and like a whirlwind raves Or some huge deluge with orewhelming waves Ascanius and his bands besieg'd in vain Break through their ports and sally to the plain Mean while to Juno thus bespake great Jove My dearest sister and my most dear Love As thou believ st nor doth thy judgment erre Venus upholds the Trojans in this war And not great strength and lively courages To whom then Juno modestly replies Great Sir why do you thus disquiet me Opprest with woe fearing thy sad decree Had I that power by love which once was mine And should be still at least thou wouldst incline That I in safety from the fight should bring Turnus to 's fathers court But now great King Let him be slain and if thou think it good Let cruel Trojans shed his royal blood Though he from us derive his stock and
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
shall I match thy honour with the stars Shall I thy power or justice first admire Humbly our King shall know of thy desire If fortune aid us we shall him perswade To peace let who so will then Turnus aid To build your promis'd city we shall joy And bear upon our backs the stones of Troy All with one voice approve the words he said And a cessation for twelve dayes is made Trojans and Lutines wander here and there Through woods and mountains and no danger feare Now mighty Ashes with the axe resound And Pines that kist the stars tumble to ground Whole Okes they cleave sweet Cedar is orethrown And with wild Ash huge cars continual groan And now swift fame this sad disaster tels Evanders court the doleful rumour fills Which said but now Pallas the victory won Swift to the gates amaz'd Arcadians run And as the antient custome torches beare With a long train of light the wayes appear And all the field with funeral tapers shine Whilst to these mourners the sad Trojans joine Whom when the matrons did behold draw nigh They through the City rais'd a woful cry When no perswasions could Evander stay But in he comes and falling down he lay Fix'd on the herse weeping and groning there And long ere thus his grief he could declare Dear Pallas th' ast not kept thy word with me That thou in fight wouldst not so ventrous be I knew how much new glory would inflame And in first service the desire of fame Woful first fruits too hard such rudiments are In thy first lesson which thou learnst in war No God did hear my prayer nor mind my vow And thou blest wife in death most happy now That didst not live to see this sight whilst I Now do survive my own sad destiny And a most wretched father must remain I should have dy'd and Rutils me have slain For joyning with the Trojans and for me Not Pallas should have been this obsequie Nor will I blame the Trojans nor shall rue Th association which I made with you This chance belong'd to my gray hairs But since Untimely death hath took my son from hence I joy that thousand Volsceans fell before Him leading Trojans to th' Au onian shore Nor other rites dear Pallas shalt thou have Then what Aeneas and bold Phrygians gave What Tarchon and their Captains did ordain Who honouring bear trophies of those th' hast flain For thee a huge one Turnus we had seen If he of equal strength and age had been But I the Trojans keep too long from war Farewell and to your King this message bear That I loath'd life prolong Pallas being gone His valour must a father and a son Revenge on Turnus this remains for him Whose worth hath plac'd in Fortunes best esteem Nor joys of life I wish for but to stay Till I these tidings to my son convay Mean while Aurora cleers the darkned aire And brought to wretched mortals toyl and care Aeneas then and Tarchon on the shores Huge piles erect and as their ancestors Here their dead friends they brought then kindle fire And to high heaven clouds of thick smoke aspire Thrice round about the burning piâ—es they goe Gilded in shining arms thâ—ee fires or woe Mounted on mourning horses they surround A doleful cry they raise lâ—ud trumpets sound Arms and the earth is water'd with their tears And lamentations scale the highest sphears Some in the fire the Latine spoils do burn Helms swords and reins and wheels from chariots torn Some their friends shields well known in all alarms Cast after them and their unhappy arms Whole herds of cattel and of swine were kil'd And flocks of sheep brought in from every field Their burning friends they view through all the strand And round about the half-burnt piles they stand Nor could be taken off till dewie night Adorn'd high heaven with constellations bright No lesse on th' other side the Latines reare Innumerable piles many interre Many are to the neighbouring confines born And to the city some again return The rest confused heaps of slaughter'd men They burn uncounted and unhonour'd then The spatious fields with frequent fires are bright When the third day from heaven drove gloomy night Mourning they sweep the ashes from the hearth And mingled bones yet warm they load with earth Now in the Court and rich Latinus seat Were loudest cries and lamentations great Here mothers sisters there the woful nurle Children depriv'd of parents weeping curse The cruel war and Turnus haplesse sute That he alone the quarrel should dispute Who hopes to gain all Latium with the bride Fierce Drances urg'd nor could it be denide That Turnus had been challeng'd to the fight These warm debates their Votes made opposite But he stands shaded with the Queens great name And lasting trophies of 's deserved fame Amidst these tumults and commotions great Behold then sad from Diomed's Royal seat Embassadours answers brought they nothing could With so much toyl expence nor gifts nor gold No suit avail'd they must seek elsewhere aide Or with the Trojans must a Peace be made Latinus faints under a load of care Heaven anger and their slaughter'd friends declare Aeneas came by Fates authority Then his great councell all prime nobles he Summond before him at his Royall Court And through full streets to th' Pallace they resort Then first his place old King Latinus took Holding his Scepter with a heavy look And bids his Lords return'd from Diomed say What they had brought and his whole answer lay In order open silence then being made Obeying his command thus Venulus said My Lords Tydides seat we saw and past All dangers of the tedious way at last And kist that hand the Trojans overcame He Argyripa built and gave a name From his own stock now in Apulian Plains A Conquerour he in setled peace remains After admittance we to audience came Gifts we present our countrey tell and name Who rais'd this war what businesse brought us there He full of honour did himself declare Blest Nation of the old Ausonian race Of Saturns realm what chance disturbs your peace And to a war so dangerous doth perswade Whoe're did sacred Trojan fields invade Those I le omit who under her high wall Perish'd by war or Simois drown'd we all Scatter'd throughout the world had punishment Such as would make Priam himself relent Euboick rocks and Pallas cruel star And vengefull Caphareus witnesse are We from that war were driven from coast to coast Menelaus was t' Hercules pillars tost And Ithacus Aetnean Cyclops view'd Why should I mention Pyrrhus realms subdu'de Idomeneus or his Kingdome lost Or Locrians dwelling on the Lybick coast Then the great Generall of the Graecian bands By his false wife was murdred as he lands O're Asia now th' Adulterer doth raign The Gods with-stand my native soyl again My house and Calydon that I should see And still most dreadful Prodigies follow me My friends have wings and soar
unto her bosome brought the string Aruns at once did heare the aire resound And in his breast the feather'd weapon round He now expiring as he groaning sends His last breath forth neglected by his friends In dust of forraign fields forsaken lies And winged Opis mounts unto the skies Their Lady slain Camilla's troops first fled Rutilians next Atinas followed The officers desert their souldiers all Now fly and swift ran to the cities wall Nor any could the Trojan charge withstand By arms or strength death bearing in their hand Their bowes unbent hung at their weary backs And iron-hoof'd steeds the ground beneath them shakes Then black and troubled clouds of dust appear Darkning the sun and to the walls drew near Beating their breasts the matrons female cries Send from the towres and clamours raise to skies Who first through open gates did entrance make In the foes troup with them commixed brake Nor could the wretches woful death avoid But are at home just at their dores destroid And under their own battlements their fates Receive by steel when others shut the gates And durst not open to receive within Their calling friends sad slaughters now begin Of those the passe kept and maintain'd the fight Some shut out in their weeping parents sight Into the trench are tumbled headlong down Others with loose reins desperately ride on And tilt against the gates and massie bars The matrons in such danger of the wars Mov'd with Camilla and their countries love Logs blocks and stones do tumble from above And these in stead of better weapons use To save their country death they not refuse Turnus mean while sad news heard in the groves And him with mighty sorrow Acca moves Volsceans were scattered and Camilla slain Favour'd by Mars they did the battell gain Who now pursue and drove them to the gates For so had Jove decreed and cruell fates He from the hils then rose with fury struck And the rough groves and dangerous passe forsook Scarce out of sight into the Plains he drew But Prince Aeneas marching he might view Down to the open Champaign and at last The danger of the hill and forrest past So both now march'd unto the Royal seat Nor was the distance 'twixt the armies great At once from far Aeneas view'd the lands Smoking with dust and the Laurentian bands And Turnus fierce in arms Aeneas saw Heard his horse neigh and squadrons neerer draw Straight they in fight had joyn'd and battell gave Had not bright Phoebus in the Western wave Wash'd his tir'd Steeds night vanquishing the day Intrench'd before the town both Armies lay THE TWELFTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE ARGUMENT Turnus resolv'd by fight to end the wars Straight challengeth Aeneas he prepares To meet The Timâ— and Place appointed both To observe articles take a solemn Oath Iuturna sent th'agreement to disturbe Nor could the Trojan Prince his Army curbe Aeneas hurt Turnus incourag'd then Enters the fight and slaughters many men Venus her off-spring cures Inrag'd he goes To seek bold Turnus amongst thickest foes But missing him attempts the Town to gain Amata's wofull death and Turnus stain WHen Turnus saw the valiant Latins tir'd With bad successe his promise now requir'd Himself now look'd upon he rages more And courage takes As on the Lybian shore A wounded Lyon by the Hunters chac'd Bold makes a stand and chargeth them at last Breaking the spear he shakes his curled main And roaring doth with bloody mouth complain Such rage as this inflames bold Turnus breast Who thus to th' King his troubled mind exprest There shall be no delay in Turnus sword Will the perfidions Trojans keep their word And stand to their ingagement I will fight Perform great King for leagues the sacred rite Either this Asian fugitive by me Shall perish let the Latins sit and see And I this common mischief shall destroy Or he victorious over me injoy The fair Lavinia for his Royall bride To whom the King undiscompos'd repli'de Most valiant Prince the more thy vertues be So much more carefull it behoveth me Councel to take and weigh each chance with care Thine Daunus realms and many cities are By wars successe and thy great valour thine By wealth and power I have enough for mine In Latium other Virgins may be found Who for their high extraction are renown'd Let me unfold these sayings which are hard Without formalities and my words regard That I to no Italian Prince should wed My daughter men and gods all prophes'ed Took with thy love with thy alliance took And with my sad wives tears all bonds I broke The promis'd bride detain'd took impious arms Since you have seen what miseries wars what harms Insu'd and thy own danger we orethrown In two great battels scarce defend the town And swolne with Latin blood yet Tyber boyls Our bones make white the fields in mighty piles How is our mind with various counsels tost What weaknesse changeth it were Turnus lost I should make peace why rather then all strife Remove not I and yet preserve thy life What will thy own Rutilians think what may The other Princes of Ausonia say If heaven forbid it I should ruine thee Seeking our daughter and affinitie View wars events and thy old father spare Who now at home for thee lies plung'd in care But words could nothing Turnus wrath asswage The medicine makes him worse and more to rage Soon as he could thus he began to say What care you take for me great Prince I pray For me lay by sire is sold cheap for fame Nor we dear father feeble javelins aim And from those wounds I deal blood will appear Nor shall his goddesse mother then be near Him flying with a femall cloud to save Nor with vain shadows shall our eyes deceive But the Queen weeping with wars chance dismai'd Orewhelmed with grief thus did her son disswade Dear Turnus by these tears if any love Of sad Amata thy kind bosome move Thou my sole comfort and my ages prop Who art our glory and our Kingdoms hope On whom our falling house doth only rest O challenge not the Dardan I request Whatever chance attends thee in that fight I must bear part and shall this hated light Forsake at once nor captive will I see That fugitive my son in law to be Lavinia heard her mothers speech whilst tears Drown'd her fair cheeks on which a blush appears Like new born flame and o're clear beauty flowes So Indian-ivory stain'd with crimson shews Or lilies amongst Province-roses plac'd So sweet a colour the bright virgin grac'd When mov'd with love Turnus beheld the maid And more incens'd thus to Amata said My dearest mother follow not with tears So sad an omen him who now prepares For strife of cruell Mars the fatall houre Of death to stay is not in Turnus power Idmon our Herald go this message bear Not pleasing to the Phrygian Princes care Soon as the blushing chariot of the morn With roses shall days
charge and sterne Onytes too Of th' Echion name whom dame Peridia bore Brother from Lycia sent and Phoebus shore And young Menaetes who in vain denide To go to wars neer fishy Lernas side He had his craft and house wealth was unknown Whose father â—il'd a countrey not his own As fires are kindled in contrary ways Amongst dry woods and sprigs of crackling bays Or when with rapid course from mountains steep Sound foamy streams and hurry to the deep And both alike make devastations large So stout Aeneas and bold Turnus charge Their rage now boyls and breasts unconquer'd bleed With their whole strength to slaughter they proceed Muranus here boasting the antient name Of Grandsires who from Latine Princes came He with a stone orethrew and on the Plains Measur'd his length whom falne and lost his reins The wheels ran ore thick blows swift heels afford Of horses now unmindfull of their lord Turnus meets Ilus mainly raging now And casts his javelin at his golden brow Quite through the helme it fixed in his brain Nor could thy valour thee protection gain Bold Graecian Creteus from fierce Turnus ods Nor from Aeneas charge could his own Gods Cupentus save his breast to th sword must yield Nor to the wretch avail'd his brazen shield Thee Aeolus Laurentian fields saw dead And the large Champaigne thy broad shoulders spread Whom not the Argive squadrons could destroy Nor sterne Achilles who subverted Troy Here was thy place for death from Ida come Laurentian fields thy body must intombe Latins and Trojans now are all ingag'd Mnestheus Serestus and Messapus rag'd Well mounted on bravely Asylas brings Up Tuscane bands and the Arcadian wings They battell joyne and strive with all their might No reserve left there was a cruell fight The most fair mother of Aeneas here Puts in his mind to th'wals he should draw neer And straight with 's Army to the city go Which sudden should the Latins overthrow He as he Turnus sought through all the bands Bending each way saw how Laurentum stands From so much troubles safe in quiet rest A shape of greater war inflames his breast Mnestheus Sergestus and Serestus stout Plac'd on a mount he cals where round about Trojans might flock nor shields or spears they laid Aside whilst thus from rising ground he said What I command obey this Jove decrees Nor slow move for the suddain enterprise This town and city cause of all this war Unlesse they yield and say they vanquish'd are I will destroy and levell with the ground Their smoking spires till Turnus will be found Must I expect whilst he is pleas'd to fight Vanquish'd again must I attending wait Of all our woes this is the head and spring Sue then for peace with slames and fire-bands bring This said they cheerfull into order fall And in a body draw unto the wall Straight scaling ladders were and fire prepar'd Some to the gates advance and kill the guard Others all heaven with shafts and javelins cloud Aeneas first raising his hand allowd Latinus blames cals heaven to witnes then He is compel'd to take up arms agen They by hostility Peace had broken twice Then ' mongst the People factious stirs arise Some for the Trojans bid open the gate And that they should march through the city straight And to the out-works they their King do call Others bring arms and will defend the wall As when a swaine finds in a hollow rock A swarme of bees and fils the place with smoke Disturb'd they flie about their waxen seat And with a mighty noise their anger whet Smoke scales their roofs within sad murmurs rise And pitchy fumes advance unto the skies When to the fainting Latins chanc'd a woe Which the whole city did with grief oreflow As the Queen saw the foe draw neer the wall The gates beset fire on the roofs to fall Nor Turnus nigh the city to maintain Hopelesse she thought in fight the Prince was slain Struck dead with woe I am the cause she cries I I the spring of all these miseries Thus raving she her bitter grief exprest And desperate she rends her purple vest Then on a beam a knot for base death knit Soon as the wofull Latins heard of it But first Lavinia tore her golden hair And rosie cheeks they all in uprore were And the whole palace rung with dismall cries Hence the sad fame through the whole city flies Their hearts now fail'd amaz'd Latinus went And regal weeds at his wives fortune rent Then for his ruin'd town opprest with woes Foul dust upon his silver hair he throwes Himself much blaming cause he did refuse And for his son did not Aeneas chuse Mean while the warriour Turnus did a few Poor straglers to the farthest plains pursue And by degrees now slower and slower he rides And lesse and lesse in his swift horses prides Hither to him the wind strange terror bears With clamours mix'd and to his listning ears The cities confus'd noise and cries had blown Ah what misfortune now disturbs the town Why from Laurentum come such sounds This said Distracted in his mind a while he staid His sister who Metiscus shape had got His charioteer and drove his chariot To him then spake The Trojans there pursue Where victory opens now a way to you Others there are that will defend the town Aeneas drives th' Italians up and down Thundring in arms let us like slaughters make Amongst the Trojans nor the field forsake Since thou in strength and valour equal art Then Turnus said Sister long since I knew thee when by charms Thou brok'st the league and tookst thy selt up arms Now Goddesse thou deceiv'st in vain but who From heaven to suffer thus commanded you Cam'st thou to see thy brothers cruel death What safety else can fortune now bequeath Did not these eyes behold Muranus when He call'd to me aloud and call'd agen Then whom to me alas was dearer none The brave man fell by a great wound orethrown And haplesse Vfens dy'd lest he should see Our foul disgrace his arms and body be The Trojans prize Shall I here tamely stay Till they destroy the town Is that the way Nor shall this arm Drances confute shall I Retreat and shall this land see Turnus fly Is death so hard You spirits that dwell below Oh send me aid since heaven's declar'd my foe To you my spotlesle soul not knowing t' offend Worthy my predecessors shall descend Scarce said when Sages through the foe did come His horse behold all over in a fome In 's head an arrow sticking post he came Requiring aid of Turnus by his name Great Prince in thee is our last hopes allow Some aid to us Aeneas thunders now In arms about our gates and threatens he Will now destroy the towres of Italie And ready with destruction fire-brands flie About the roofs The Latines fix their eye Only on thee all 's lost if thou not aid Nor will Latinus longer be delaid Whom to call son