Goes forth next morn as soon as day grew light To search new corners see what shores he found Who dwelt there for 't was all rude untill'd ground Or men or beasts and to his mates made known What he found out His ships tied safe each one Under a concave rock tall trees did hide With mighty boughs Achates by his side A brandisht lance in 's hands with strong steel lin'de Whom's mother Venus met i' th' wood most kinde With Spartane virgins arms coat count'nance-grace Or like horse-tiring Harpalace of Thrace Or like swift Hebrus in its nimblest flight For on her shoulders hung she huntresse right A comely bow her haire dangling i' th' winde Knees bare breasts ope her coat tuckt up behinde And first she sayes Sirs saw ye shew me pray Any of my sisters wandring by this way Arm'd with their quivers clad with leopards hide The foaming boare with loud noise to outstride Thus Venus and thus Venus sonne Faire dame None of thy sisters by us this way came Or hard or seen O whom may I thee deem For by thy voice and face I thee esteem No mortall but a Goddesse sure thou art Ioves sister or some nymph O let thy heart Pitie our piteous toils shew us we pray Under what clime and in what parts we stray Of place and persons ignorant we be By windes and waves forc'd hither as you see Thine altars shall with offrings loaded be Then Venus Sure such grace for me 's too great Our Tyrian damsels weare their quivers neat High on their legs they purple buskins lace The Punick realm Tyrians Agenors place Are these but Libyan bounds a warlike nation Whereof Tyres Dido hath due domination Fleeing her brother long 's the injurie Long the discourse but of the heads briefly Her sponse Sichoeus was most rich in ground To whom poore soule her love did much abound To whom she soon a virgin pure was married But as his right Tyres crown her brother carried Pygmalion base in ill surpassing all 'Twixt whom great wrath and discontent did fall Whence blinde with love of gold he impiously Supine Sichaeus made 'fore th' altar die Carelesse of 's sisters love this fact long hid With base faire shews and much false hope he fed Her love-sick heart Till in her sleep by night Her deare unburied sponses gastly sprite To her appear'd shew'd his thin death-pale face Sword-pierced corps the altars foule disgrace And all his houses hid-ills known did make Wisht her to take swift flight her land forsake Of unknown earth hid treasures he her told Way-helping wealth much silver and old gold Dido herewith provokt for flight and friends Makes way And all whom hate o' th' tyrants ends Or sâ—avish feare kept down combin'd and preyd On ships found readie where their wealth they laid And fled with what Pygmalion hop'd to have A lady foremost in this fact so brave Hither they came where now strong towns thou seest And Carthage kingdome new now faire increast And whence 't was first nam'd Byrsa's well bought ground So much as one bulls hide could circle round But who are ye whence came ye whither bent To whom he first a deep fetcht sigh did vent From 's heart then forc'd these words O Goddesse faire If I should all from first to last declare And thou hadst time to heaâ—e our toils related Ere I could end day would be terminated We from old Troy if ere of Troy th' hast heard Upon these Libyan shores by tempests rear'd Through rigid seas are here arriv'd And I Whose fame transcends the skies for pietie Am good Aeneâ—s in my ships I have My countrey Gods whom I from foes did save I of Ioves race Latiâ—e my land would finde With twentie ships Troyes shores I left behinde A Goddesse mother guide following my fate Scarce seven ships left from weaâ—her-torn estaâ—e I a poore pilgrim range through Libyan woods From Europe Asia forc'd These plaintive flouds Venus here stops and midst his moan sayes thus Who ere thou art for sure most gracious Thou art to th' Gods who thus art come to Tyre Go on and for the queens faire court enquire For all thy fleet and followers most kinde I thee assure â—ail safe with prosperous winde Unlesse my heaven-â—aught angurie me blinde Behold â—welve swans fluâ—â—'ring their wâ—ngs with joy Escapt from th' eagles swâ—â—ping clawâ— annoy I' th' open aire pursu'd now downward bent Landed or landing with a joynt consent And as they safe sport with spread silver wing And circular assembled swan-songs sing Even so thy ships and thy associates brave With full sail neare or now the haven have Go on then as the path leads take thy way This said she turn'd her roseall necks bright ray Glistred sweet sents from her Ambrosian haire Distill'd her robe hung down her feet most faire And by her gate she shew'd a Goddesse right He with these words follows his mothers flight Now known Oh why dost thou thy sonne delude With oft false shapes why might we not include Kinde hand in hand and words for words have chang'd Thus he her blam'd thus to the town he rang'd But Venus with a mist these trav'lers clad And in a coat-like cloud o'respread them glad That none might see them â—urt them force them stay Or ask the reason why they went that way Herself to Paphos flies glad to revise Her mansions temples where at sacrifice An hundred altars smoak with frankincense And fragrant smell with garlands excellence They the meanwhile presented paths pursu'd And now they clim'd a hill which over-view'd Most of the town towres turrets multitude Aeneas wonders at the fabrick faire Once cottages the gaâ—es states streetwayes rare The Tyrians busie some thick walls to make To raise strong forts stones up in heaps to rake To dig enclosures house foundations fit Magistrateâ— making laws in counsel â—it Some shippy havens contrive some raise faire frames And rock hewen pillars for theatrick games Like busie-buzing bees in flowery May Working most nimbly in a sun-shine day When they thick swarms put out with honey sweet Their waxen combes to fill and furnish meet Unburthning loaded bees combining strong To drive out drowsie droans their hives which wrong Hot grows their waxie work sweet grow the smells Of their mellifluous odoriferous cells Oh sayes Aeneas men most fortunate Whose walls thus rise whose town so full of state Thus strange to tell cloath'd with the cloud he enters And all unseen midst the thick rout adventers I' th' heart o' th' town was a faire shady grove To which place first windes waves the Tyrians drove And driven set a signe by Iuno shown A horse-head found i' th' ground they should be known A potent people a most warlike nation There therefore unto Iuno's adoration Sidonian Dido rais'd a temple faire Garnisht with gifts and riches wondrous rare Sacred to Iuno with brasse steps ascending Brasse-joynted beams brasse doores on hinge depending Here first i' th' wood new matter tempered
chides them thus These monstrous signes are surely ominous Unto the Trojans Iove himself you see Takes from them thus all hope and help to flee Rutulians need not sword or fire t' infest From sea-fight sea-flight Trojans are distrest Thus part of their protections from them ta'ne All the land-power doth in our hands remain For many thousands arm'd in Italie We have Troyes scarre-crows can't us terrifie If Trojans of the great Gods answers boast The fates and Venus have them given the most They can deâ—ire Latiums faire land to see On th' other side are not my fates to me That cursed stock with sword to ruinate Which would a wife perforce praeoccupate Nor Agamemnons kinne this sole concerns Nor Greeks alone this grief due caution learns To arm themselves Enough one wrack had been If they enough had held it once to sinne Should not all women to them hatefull be What trust in triviall trenches can they see Delayes by ditches thus to pride their minde Which they small distances from death shall finde Have they not seen Troyes walls by Neptune wrought Maugre their might to ashes to be brought But oh brave sparks who of you will with me Break through their trenches and most fiercely flee Upon their quaking camps I have no need Of Vulcans arms or thousand ships ofspeed Against these trembling Trojans Let them get All their Etrurian mates with them t' abet I 'le seek no shades no shelters of dark night No theevish horses paunch by Pallas slight Let them not feare their watch-towers to be slain For we by day most stoutly will maintain The battell brave and girt their walls with fire I 'le make them know that now with Grecian ire Or Greekish spirits they do not contest VVhom their great Hector ten yeares did molest But now since more then half the day is past VVhat yet remains but that with sweet repast Every one fit himself to play the man Bravely to end what he so well began Meanwhile the care of keeping watch and ward By Sentinels with vigilant regard About the gates is to Messapus granted VVho â—bout the walls with sword and fire is planted Fourteen Rutulian captains were chose out Each guarded with his hundred souldiers stout In glistring azure arms adorn'd with gold And these their quarters 'bout the trench must hold They spread themselves change turns laid on the ground And wine in bowls they all carouse profound Making huge fires in mirth and much delight Breaking their sleep and wasting thus the night These things the Trojans from their trenches spie And armed all do keep themselves on high Yet with great care and feare the gates they guard VVith bridges and strong barricadoes bar'd Still arm'd brave Mnestheus and Serestus stout VVhom in all straits and cases of great doubt Aeneas o're his youth chief guidance gave And made commanders bravely them behave Each band abode in watch upon the wall And took his turn as dangers did them call Couragious Nisus strongly kept one gate VVhom Ida's huntresse sent Aeneas mate By Hyrtacus his father bravely bred At bow and arrows well experienced Next him Euryalus his faithfull friend VVhose beauteous countenance did him commend Past all the Trojans but no arms did beare For yet smooth unshaven doun his chin did weare Each lov'd alike and each for other fought Each kept the gate by course with courage stout Thus then sayes Nisus to Euryalus Deare brother have the Gods enflamed thus Our hearts with love or is mans genius high A God unto himself Long time have I Been mov'd in minde some fight or fact most great To enterprise nor can I quench this heat Thou seest those proud Rutulians hopes most high Their various fires how they even buried lie In wine and sleep how all all-o're is still Now mark I pray what doubts my heart do fill And whereon now I muse and meditate Does not our armie now expostâ—late Both peeres and people with a joynt consent To call Aeneas home incontinent Send men and messages of our estate Him to enform If they 'le remunerate Thee for the fact which now I 'le undertake For to my self fame shall requitall make Me thinks I could break through our enemies And by that bank a passage enterprise To Pallanteum Faire Euryalus Hereat astonisht yet most valourous With love of laâ—d enflam'd sayes with brave minde To his endeered friend My Nisus kinde Wouldst thou thy mate in great facts leave behinde Should I in such great straits leave thee alone No sure my father as it is well known Opheltes well in warres experienced Hath me not therein so absurdly bred In all our Grecian terrours Trojan toiles Nor hath mine honour yet receiv'd such foiles Following Aeneas brave in 's utmost ill I want not courage no I want not will To scorn this light yea life it self for thee To welcome death that thou mayst honour'd be Surely sayes Nisus never did I feare Such things in thee oh no it impious were So to suspect O may great Iove above So link me firmly to thy faithfull love Or any equall-sighted deity Observing herein my sinceritie But if there should as such things oft fall out If there should happen any adverse doubt Or fatall danger oh mayst thou survive Rather then I worthier to rest alive May one remain to snatch me from the fight Or to redeem me to a funerall rite Or if this favour fortune me denie Yet to me dead to frame an elegie My herse with some death-dues to dignifie Oh never may I to thy mother bring Cause of such woe her wretched hands to wring Thy mother deare of many matrons best Who durst for thee faire youth refuse sweet rest Neglect the welcome of Troyes kinde Acest Euryalus reply'd Thou ply'st in vain These vain excuses constant I remain Let 's then sayes he make haste and therewithall They stirre about and the next watchmen call Who straight gave way chang'd turns and left their station And thus with Nisus he makes properation To call their king Now all the rest took rest Their day-toiles thus with sweet sleep were redrest Now Troyes prime peeres and youths of best respect In councel sate state-businesse to direct Consulting what to do who news should beare Unto Aeneas Leaning on their speare They carefully do stand in hand their shields Just in the midst both of their camp and fields Then Nisus and Euryalus most brave Hast'ned unto them and admittance crave Saying they had a businesse great t' impart Delay whereof might turn unto thâ—ir smart Ascanius first them carefull did receive And unto Nisus to begin gave leave Thus then he spake Attend brave Trojan peeres With moderate mindes and judge not by our yeares The motion we now make Our Rutule foes O'recome with wine and sleep do them repose All snorting on the ground and we have spi'de A place where we an ambush safe may hide Open to th' gate which to the two-paths guides The gate I say neare which
with doubâ— By flying Acca to this young prince brought How their affaires were with confusion fraught How Volscians vanquisht were Camilla slain How furious foes upon them prest amain How they in all with prosperous warre proceed How feare within without the town did breed He fury-fill'd for so Ioves fierce decree Ordained had the immur'd mounts doth free Leaves the sharp thickets scarce was out of sight Hardly had pitcht his camp in Martiall rite When brave Aeneas entred had the wood And on the late forsaken mountain stood And got out of the grove when both in haste With all their troops unto the citie pas'd From one another not farre distant lying Aeneas also vigilantly eying The dusty fields and faire Laurentine bands And Turnus saw where stout Aeneas stands His footmens fierce approach his neighing horses Immediately they had conjoyn'd their forces And foughâ—â—he field had not Sols roseall face VVith tyred â—â—eeds been vail'd in th' end of 's race In Western waves and dayes decay brought night Before the town they therefore plant their might An end of the eleventh book of Virgils Aeneïs THE ARGUMENT of the twelfth book King Turnus now the Latines tyr'd With adverse arms once more desir'd By single combate fates to try Latinus labouring urgently A peace to make the peace is had Juturna Turnus sister sad Disturbs the same Camertes feignes Both th' adverse bands to fight constrains Aeneas wounded with a dart His mother Venus cures the smart The town is ta'ne queen Amata Then hangs herself Turnus straightway The combate with Aeneas tries Is slain Aeneas wins the prize WHen Turnus saw his Latines tired quite And much perplext with this unfriendly fight His promise now requir'd himself the but On whom the eyes of all themselves did glut VVith self-incensed rage he burns and blazes Fury implacably his spirit raises Much like the Libyan lion hunted sore VVho with a mortall wound molested more Prepares to fight insultingly doth shake His curled locks hoping revenge to take On the sly-hunter snaps the speare in 's paws And furious fearelesse roares with bloudy jaws So wrath vindicative fierce Turnus swells Thus then to th' king his troubled thoughts he tells In Turnus sure there can be no delayes Why turn-coat Trojans should use stops and stayes Eating their words refuse their promise past I 'le meet him then grave sir about you cast Secure conditions for your peace to make For with this hand I 'le either undertake That Asian fugitive to send to hell Let Latines sit and see and note it well And with my sword-salve heal this publick ill Or he shall conquer us and with good will My faire Lavinia in due marriage have The king with settled thoughts and count'nance grave Makes this reply O most accomplisht prince By how much thou all others dost evince In vertue valour the more seriously Must I consult with circumspective eye And cast all courses how to free our feare Thou hast faire realms held from thy father deare Faire warre-won towns Latiâ—us still inherits Plentie of gold but most and best brave spirits And Latium and Laurentum doth posâ—esse More vertuous virgins full of noblenesse Then give me leave to speak the truth though tart Plain without flash and fix my words in heart To no old suiter I my daughter may In wedlock joyn this fates and all men say Yet won with love of thee won by thy race And flouds of teares on my sad spouses face I brake all bands infring'd my promise plighted Unto my sonne in law vile warre invited Meanwhile thou seest brave Turnus what befalls Both thee and me what broiles even to our walls How many tyring troubles chiefly thee Have overtaken whereby we now see Our selves in two set-battells vanquished And we within our town scarce free from dread The strength and hope of famous Italie And to this day our bloud doth tepefie Swift Tybers torrent still our fields look white With mightie heaps of bones O why so light Turn I so oft what phrenzie moves my minde If Turnus slain I make these foes friends kinde Why rather do I not while he 's alive An end of these fierce fights with speed contrive What will our kinsmen the Rutulians say Yea and all Italie if I betray Fates falsifie my words his life to grave Whiles he our daughter his choice spouse doth crave Warres various events respect I pray With pitie thy old parents grief allay Whom full of grief Ardea's land separates This speech no whit stout Turnus rage abates Whose salve doth more and more the sore infest Who soon as he could speak it thus exprest Your care of me grave sire pray put aside And let me death for dignitie abide VVe yet cast darts draw swords with Martiall hands And every wound we give life-bloud commands His Goddesse mother will be absent farre VVho in a cloud that fugitive from warre VVith feminine affection us'd to hide In pain shall he in cloudy vails abide But now the queen with this new-purpos'd fight Sorely perplext showres teares in piteous plight Her firie sonne in law ready to die Embracing in her arms with plaints doth plie Deare Turnus by these teares I thee intreat By that if any love o' th' honour great Of Amata warms thy late loving heart For of our old age thou the sole staffe art Our sorrows solace Latines lovely crown That prop which faâ—ling all our state falls down This one thing I thee pray Cease warres with Troy For whatsoever chance doth thee annoy The very same my Turnus me'le destroy And life I 'le leave ere captiv'd I will see Aeneas base my sonne in law to be Her mothers tongue with teares Lavinia knew Straight crystall drops her blushing cheeks bedew VVhose corrall colour seem'd her face to flame And with much heat to overspread the same Much like white ivorie with vermilion stain'd Or lilies faire with much red-roses drain'd Such was the damsels daintie coloured face Love straight turns Turnus to more amourous case VVhose eyes fast fixed on her count'nance faire More eagerly for arms he does prepare Thus therefore briefly to queen Amata He makes reply Forbeare forbeare I pray Deare mother with your teares me to molest To urge me from a lot which I love best And for which I will bloudiest battells try Nor is 't in Turnus life or death to fly Go therefore Idmon tell that Phrygian king Shew the unsavoury message thou dost bring That earely the next morn so soon as e're Ruddy Aurora with a count'â—â—nce cleare In purple chariot ushers in day â—ight His Trojans should not Rutule◠〈…〉 fight But both might rest and both desist from arms And their two's bloud determine these alarms This message sent to 's home he fiercely flies Calls for hir horses which before his eyes Champing with foaming mouths him much delight Even those which of a faire and prancing sprite Faire Orithyia to Pilumnus gave For snowie colour and swift course most brave The horse-keepers about
old angers flame Forgot fierce griefs to fresh remembrance came Her beautie scorn'd by Paris judgement base That hatefull stock stole Ganymeds great grace For these all these great Iuno all-displeas'd The Trojans poore by tossing waves diseas'd Of Greeks and fierce Achilles the remains Enforced farre from her Italian planes Long times through seas by fates they driven were So hard it was Romes empire up to reare Scarce had they cheerly from faire Sicils fight Hoist sails and plowd the foamy waves outright When Iuno stuft with ancient imbred ire Sayes thus Must I vanquisht vail my desire Can I not keep Troyes king from Italy Cause fates forbid Could Pallas potently Fire all the Grecian fleet the Greeks all drown For one mans fault even Ajax mad love known Ioves nimble lightning she from heaven soon darted The waves wound up the ships disperst and parted And him himself heart wounded spuing fire With whirlewindes dasht on rocks she made expire But I the queen of Gods sister and wife To mighty Iove have many yeares had strife With one poore nation who 'le henceforth adore Great Iunoes Godhead or her aid implore This Goddesse thus pumps forth her fierie spite And to Aeolia swiftly takes her flight To Winde-land full of furious Southern blasts Where Aeolus their king most fiercely casts The blustring winds and tempests turbulent Into vast caves as slaves in prison pent They rumbling make huge noise i' th' hollow pits Where Aeolus enthron'd with scepter sits And tames their tumults over-rules their rage Which if he should not powerfully asswage Swiftly they 'd sweep both heaven earth seas and all And whisk them through the aire without recall But mighty Iove kept them in dungeons black This fearing and main mounts laid on their back Gave them a king who being charg'd should see To curb or loose the reins by firm decree To whom now gentle Iuno humbly said Great Aeolus for so great Iove thee made Potent to still the waves to stirre the winde On Tyrrhean seas do sail my foes unkinde Troy into Italie in hopes transporting Their petty conquered Gods with them consorting Strike strength into thy windes their ships all scatter Or drown or on rocks sands their bodies batter Foureteen faire lovely lively Nymphs I have Of whom the rarest for her beautie brave My Deïopeia thy faire bride shall be And in firm wedlock wedded unto thee In lew of all thy love eternally Making thee â—ire of sweet posteritie To whom thus Aeolus Great queen but say For what you bid I 'm bound straight to obey By you I have this kingdome whatsoe're By you my scepter and Ioves favour deare I do enjoy and with the Gods do feast O're windes and storms by you's my power increast This was no sooner said but straight he stroke His speare into th' hills side forth forth with broke Huge blustring windes as all in uproare rais'd Through that small postern making earth amaz'd Then nestling on the sea they rouse the waves Quite topsie turvie East South-east outbraves Yea stormie Africk puffs upon the ocean Making flouds flow to shore with strange commotion Hence follow straight mens shreeks and creaks of cable Storm clouds from Trojans sight day-light disable Claps up the sunne black night the sea hugs o're And all the heavens sound with Ioves thunder roare With thick quick lightning flashes th' aire 's repleat And all things present death to th' Trojans threat Forthwith Aeneas joynts with chilling feare Benum'd he sighs and 's hands to heaven doth reare Venting these sad events Blest oh thrice blest Were they whom 'fore friends face home death gave rest O Greeks great Diomedes tell me why Why by thy hands in Troyes camps died not I Where by Achilles blade Sarpedon stout And our warre-wondrous Hector with death fought Where swift Simois did ingurgitate Helms shields and valiant corps inanimaâ—e Whiles thus he spake a whistling Nâ—r hern puff Whiffs up the waves gives his sails such a cuff As brake their wingy oares turn'd the foredeck And layes the ships broad side to th' bâ—llows check Then follows flows a mountanous burst wave These turret like on flouds tops station have Those 'twixt two gaping seas seem sunk to th'ground Whom boyling fomie frothy flouds surround A Southern blast three 'gainst hard high rocks mall'd Rocks which i' th' deep Italians Altars call'd Huge swell'd up heaps amidst the sea and three East winde on shallows cast wofull to see And dasht on foards engulft in thick quicksands One which Orâ—ntes held and Lycian bands Was sorely shaken by a furious wave Even in his sight which the ship-master drave Headlong o're board The ship it self at last Thrice whirling round was on a whirlepool cast And so devour'd Men riches writings arms Were here and there seen floating helples harms Above the waves Ilion's and stout Achates Brave barks and that of Abas old Alethes All these the storm had torn all leakt full sore And at the leak suckt dangerous draughts in store Neptune meanwhile sees the seas huge commotion Foule winter weather overspread his ocean Waves upside down o'return'd highly offended With a calm countenance the main ascended Looking about sees all Aeneas fleet Disperst his Trojans nought but wave-woes meet Heavens hot combustion Iunoes rage and guile Not being to her brother hid the while East and West windes to him he call'd and said Proud windes hath your high stock so stout you made Thus heaven and earth without me to molest To dare my streams with such fierce flouds t'infest Whom I but first 't is best the storm to stay Then with unpattern'd plagues your pride I 'le pay Be packing quick and tell your king from me The three-tooth'd scepter and seas soveraigntie Are mine not his let him his hard rocks hold Your dens puft windes let Aeolus be bold In that his craggy court to rule and reigne His windes in that close prison to contain This said he swiftly swag'd the swelling streams Dispell'd the cloddy clouds clear'd Sols bright beams Cymoth and Triton strenuously do strive The ships securely from hard rocks to drive Neptune's self nimbly with his trident mace Helps from the sands and seas all feares to chase And o're the seas surface his chariot glides And like as when sedition rudely rides Amongst th' ignoble madhead vulgar hindes Then sticks and stones flie thick wrath weapons findes But if some grave great man they haply spie Straight they stand husht listning attentively Whose words their wills reform their rage appease So at great Neptunes sight all sea-storms cease And being ceast in 's chariot cheerefully He turns his steeds gives reins to heaven doth hie The tired Trojans now seek the next strand And soon arrived on faire Libya's land There is a place in a long creek where th' ile By cast-up banks doth a safe haven compile Broke from the main whence doth the stream divide Into safe creeks here there huge rocks reside Two chiefly whose high tops seem heaven to threat
second courses meet And load the board with store of juncates sweet The singing Salii then stood round about With poplar boughs their heads adorn'd set out The young men here the old men there were seated And Hercules his praise in songs repeated And all his famous facts First how with ease His stepdames snakes he with both hands did squease And strangle dead And how he did destroy Brave cities strong Oechalia and old Troy How in king Eurystheus troublous land A thousand toils by Iuno's fierce command He underwent How thou unconquered knight Didst ruinate by thy resistlesse might Those cloud-begotten mongrell Centâ—ures great Hylaeus and foule Pholus and didst beat Yea kill the Cretan Minotaure most fierce And a huge lion mortally didst pierce Upon Nemea's banks Thou hideous hell Didst make to tremble and hells porter fell Lurking in 's bloudy den on bones half gnawn Who by thy might was from his kennell drawn Nor could mis-shapen shapes thee once affright No nor Typhoeus self with armed might Nor wast thou then of wit and worth devoid When Lerna's dragon fiercely thee annoy'd With horrid heaps of heads All hail therefore Thou sonne of Iove with Gods whom we adore Accept us and our gifts propitious be And thus his praise in layes they sang most free But Cacus den they chiefly memorize And how from Cacus mouth the fire out flies And all the woods and hills and dales resound This famous fact of Hercules renown'd These sacrifices done all now retreat Unto the town the king in state compleat Full of grave yeares went on and on each side Aeneas and his sonne with him abide And thus he past and past the time in talk And good Aeneas wonders as they walk And glanc'd his eyes about on every sight Affected with each place full of delight He questions every object and must know How every ancient monument did grow Then king Euander Romes great founder said In these woods Pauni and faire wood-nymphs stay'd And kindes of men of trunks of trees begot And of hard oaks whom nature did allot No nurture good nor customes commendable And working oxen how to use unable Riches to get or got to keep unskill'd And heps and haws and hunted cheere them fill'd Old Saturn first came from Olympus high Shunning Ioves power banisht from 's emperie He those untutour'd people stragling wide About the woods and mountains beautifi'de He gave them laws call'd their land Italie For there he liv'd in long securitie Under whose rule and regiment most sage Was then as men report the golden age In such sweet peace he did them regulate Till by degrees times did degenerate And a more vitious age began to reigne And bloudie broiles and greedinesse of gain Then came Ausonia's powers and nations strange And faire Saturnus lands name oft did change Then kings came in and Tybers torrent main From whose surname the river did retain That name by us Italians having quite Lost the true name of Albula most white I exil'd from my land did float along In seas extremities till fortune strong And fierce resistlesse fate did fix me here Mov'd by monitions of my mother deare Goddesse Carmenta and Apollo wise Whose oracles thereto did me advise Scarce said he thus when walking on in state He shew'd her tombe and Romes Carmentall gate Which men in honour of Carmentis faire A Goddesse nymph and prophetesse most rare Erected had who first did sing the praise Of famous Trojans to ensuing dayes And noble Pallantâ—uâ— And shew'd us The mightie wood which warlike Romulus Made a safeguarding sanctuarie faire And on a rock the Lupercall most rare Of Lycean Pan unto him consecrated And in th' Arcadian custome dedicated Beside he shew'd Argilets cursed grove And 'gainst the place disgrace protest by Iove Of faithlesse Argus his injurious guest Hence to Tarpeia's towre he us addrest And the now rarely guilded Capitol Which once with shadie shrubs being covered all Excessive feare of that affrighting place Did terrifie the hearts o' th' Bores most base Even then they gave the rock and grove great grace This grove sayes he this bushie hill so steep Some God but who uncertain 't is did keep Th' Arcadians think they Iove himself did see When oft fierce storms and crackling thunder he Made flie about the skie Besides behold These two demolisht towns the fragments old And rude remains of ancient men of fame Old Ianus this Saturn did th' other frame Ianiculum was this Saturnia that And thus along they past with this kinde chat To poore Euanders buildings where they view About the Romane courts a scattered crew Of cattell 'bout the edifices faire Thus when they did unto his court repaire This court sayes he great Hercules did hold This palace him receiv'd Brave guest be bold To spurn at worldly pelf thy self to show Like a great God not scorning fortunes low He ceast and brave Aeneas he brought in Into his court of princely state most thin Plac'd him upon a leafie quilted bed With a fierce Libyan beere-skin overspread Dark night rusht down whose black wings earth did hide But Venus as a mother terrifi'de And at Italia's troops sorely perplext And with Laurentums threats in minde much vext Thus from her golden bed to Vulcan speaks And in love-charming words thus silence breaks Whiles Grecian kings with warres well wasted Troy And for mens fires did her faire towres destroy I sought no succour for those wofull men No arms nor art of thine to help them then Nor thee my dearest love could I in vain Nor thy rare skill to exercise constrain Though much I ought to Priams sonnes relief And my Aeneas toiles cost me much grief Now Rutuls land by Ioves command him holds Me therefore now sweet heart thy love embolds To supplicate I onely arms do crave A mother for her childe Dame Thetis brave And faire Aurora could thee move with teares My dearest heart see see what frighting feare What troops are mustred cities up are shut Sharpning their horns at me and mine to but. She ceast and with her snowie arms most white About the neck she clasps him soft and light He seems to shrink she clings and toyes the more He on a sudden felt loves honey-rore Soak in and wonted flames to heat his heart And to o'respread his bones and every part Much like fierce thunder from clouds rumbling ript VVhen flashie flames through th' aire have nimbly skipt· She gladlie found her fraud and face most faire T' have pierc'd her husbands heart and cur'd her care Then father Vulcan bound in loves sweet chains Reply'd and said Sweet soule what thee constrains To use such farre fetcht phrases unto me Sweet Goddesse where 's thy trust 'twixt me and thee Alas deare heart had former care been so Even then we might have armed Troy from wo. Nor Iupiter nor fates Troyes blisse deny'd But Priam might yet other ten yeares ' bide Now if thou wilt to warre if here th' art bent VVhat e're my
again Even so Aeneas showr'd on round about VVith shafts this cloud of warre strongly beares out And ' bides all brunts and chides young Lausus sore And bitterly thus threatens Lausus poore VVhither weak childe of death dost rush so fast VVhy dost thou on facts past thy strength thee cast Thy filiall zeal doth flout thee most unwise Lausus no lesse doth madly him despise VVhich makes this Trojan captains rage break out And now the fatall sisters had spun out Lausus last thred of life for now with ruth Aeneas through the bodie of the youth Made his bright blade to enter instantly There wholly hid his shield and arms do flie In parts and slasht his coat wrought curiously His mothers work and fill'd his breast with gore VVherewith his soule into the aire did soare And left his corps But when with ruthfull eye Aeneas did his dying count'nance spie His count'nance which waxt wondrous pale and wan He deeply sigh'd greatly to grieve began Embrac'd him in his arms and call'd to minde The tender love to sonnes in parents kinde And sonnes reciprocall to sires and said VVhat honour now may worthily be paid Belov'd and much lamented youth to thee VVhat gift may to thy goodnesse congruent be From kinde Aeneas all thy arms most rare VVherein thou joy'dst not mine but thine they are Thy corps also for buriall I commit Unto thy sire if he have care of it Yet let this thee unhappie happifie That thou by great Aeneas hands didst die Then freely he his friends checks tauntinglie For their delay himself lifts him from ground His lovely locks i' th' fashion comptly bound Being all-besmear'd with bloud In this mean space His father dry'd his wounds at a fit place About faire Tybers floud his bodie he Makes clean with water and against a tree Refresht himself his helmet strong of brasse Hung on the boughs his huge arms lay i' th' grasse Chief gallants 'bout him stood he faint takes rest Eas'd his tyr'd neck his beard spread on his breast Often enquiring for his Lausus deare And sending oft that he of him might heare They quickly do the mournfull fathers will And on their shields lamenting loud and shrill Brought mightie Lausus dead with mightie wound Woefully slain Which when the father found His mournfull minde farre-off foreseeing woe On his gray-haires much dust he straight does throw And both his hands unto the heavens doth heave And with these words to th' corps doth cling and cleave Oh my deare sonne had I such love to live That thee for me I to my foe should give Even thee whom I begat must I by thee Survive secure and thou thus murthered be Must I live by thy death Unhappie I What now remains but exiles miserie O wound most deeply driven O my deare sonne 'T is I have sham'd thee and thy fame undone Even I whom home-bred hatred hath disthron'd I should have dy'd through envy unbemoan'd I by all kindes of death most guiltily Should to my realm have paid this penaltie Yet live I still nor men nor light yet leave Well now I will me of them all bereave And with these words up on 's weak limbes he stood And though his strength was dull'd through want of bloud By his deep wound yet not a jot dejected He calls for 's horse his horse most high affected His crown and comfort wherewith evermore In all his battels he the conquest bore And thus he to his mourning horse did say Brave Rhebus we now long if long I may Say ought 'mongst men continues lived have And either we 'le this day be victours brave With bloudie spoiles and proud Aeneas head And for my Lausus losse be thus well sped Or else if force no way can force or finde My death and thine shall be in one combin'de For sure I think stout steed thou never yet To others didst or Trojan lords submit This said he mounted and i' th' saddle set Into both hands sharp shafts he straight doth get His glistring brazen helm on 's head and crest Fast fixt and with most rigid horse-haire drest Thus 'mongst them with a fierce careere addrest He rushed in his heart with shame did boile Madnesse and mourning for his Lausus foile Outragious love and secret sense o' th' might Of his fierce foe do spurre him to the fight Aloud three times he now Aeneas calls Aeneas knows him glad to prayers falls So grant great Iove so grant Apollo high That thou mayst now begin the fight to trie This said he with a piercing speare him met Whereat Mezentius in a ragefull fret Cries out Fierce wretch why dost thou thus in vain Me vex perplex thou having my sonne slain Thou hast the way me now to ruinate And surely now to die I do not hate None of thy Gods regard or spare will I. Leave off thy threats for here I come to die But first of all these gifts to thee I bring Which said a dart he at his foe did fling And then another and another thick He flings which flies as in a circle quick But yet the gold-bost shield them all abides Then 'bout Aeneas standing fast he rides Three light careeres still at him throwing darts And thrice Troyes prince with his brasse target thwarts The seeming wood of shafts But when he saw And seeing sham'd so many darts to draw Out of his shield such long delayes to use And how he was constrain'd not to refuse The combate though unequall musing thus At last with valour most magnanimous He rusheth on and with resistlesse force He threw a dart which hit the warriours horse Between his hollow temples with which blow The horse mounts up an end kicks to o'rethrow His rider and at last does backward fall Fastning his master under him withall He groveling headlong out of joynt his arm Trojans and Latines raise a loud alarm And clamorous noise Aeneas to him flew And from his scabbard his bright fauchion drew And o're him said Where 's now Mezentius stout Where 's thy proud strength and stomack all flown out To whom the Tuscane having ta'ne some breath Fierce bitter foe why so dost threaten death Why so insult'st thou 't is no crime to die Nor came I to the field so cowardly Nor for me with thee would my Lausus have Such base conditions Onely this I crave If any favour vanquisht ones may get From victours I thee earnestly intreat Permit my body to have buriall-rite For why I know my peoples hate and spight Stand round about me keep me I thee pray From their great rage and with me my sonne lay Consorting in one grave And with this word Expectedly his throat receives the sword Whereat upon his arms gusht out his gore And from his body forth his soule did soare An end of the tenth book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the eleventh book Aeneas for these victories To Mars doth trophies solemnize Pallas dead corps is sent thence straight To king Euander in great state
I past I pry'd into the cities backwayes fast And back return'd the way I came by night And into every crook I cast my sight Horrour my heart silence my sense amaz'd Thence to review my house my thoughts me rais'd If haply there I gladly might her see But it I found by Greeks destroy'd to be And whole possest For why devouring fire Blown by fierce windes did to its top aspire Yea overtopt it flames flying into th' aire Hence then to Priams palace I repaire The towre I did review which all decaid With emptie rooms and by fierce Iunos aid I found Vlysses vile and Phoenix fell Guardians thereof keeping their prey too well Hither being brought our Trojans treasures kept Our temples burnt from flames which all quite swept The tables of our Gods great cups of gold Our captiv'd royall robes this tower did hold These all these thither brought and their young boyes And frightfull matrons making wofull noise In heaps enhedg'd it And though ' midst my foes I with my voice adventured to disclose My heavie losse and through the nightly shade I fill'd the wayes with woes and swiftly said Nay cride Creüsa O Creüsa deare Once twice and thrice in vain for she 'd not heare Thus as I ceaselesse easelesse pri'd about In every nook furious to finde her out Me thought the wofull gastly ghost I saw Of my Creüsa neare mine eyes to draw In bigger shape then wont I stood agast My haire did stare my tongue to 's roof stuck fast And straight she seem'd to say my plaints to end What good is got such fruitlesse pains to spend Deare Pheere these things fall out by fates decree Nor may thy mate Creüsa go with thee For so great Iove gainsayes and sayes beside That thou by sea long banishment must ' bide And plowing Neptunes waves to Latium glide And there arive where Lydian Tybers torrent Through fertile soiles doth passe with facile current There joyes attend thee there 's a crown a queen Thy wife to be then cease this sorrow seen For me thy lost Creüsa thus affected For I the Grecian dames all disrespected Will neither serve nor see in their proud places But I now go t' enjoy the joyfull graces Of Dardan Ladies sacred Venus neece Here now the mother of Gods plants me in peace O then farewell my love t' our sonne supply This having said she weeping wofully And willing to have said much more departed And into th' open aire quick from me darted Thrice in my arms her neck to clasp I tride And thrice her form from my hands hold did slide Like a swift winde or slippery dream by night Night thus being spent I went to take a sight Of all my mates where such a confluence Of followers I found since I went thence As made me much admire their multitude Of men and women youths and vulgars rude From miserable exile there collected With goods and good wills freely all affected To follow me wheres'ere by sea or land And now the tops of Ida's woody strand Bright Lucifer with sweet Aurora's face Began with dayes faire rayes to guild and grace The Greeks our blockt up gates and houses held And we from hope of help being quite expell'd I therefore on my back my father ta'ne Departed thence the mountains thus to gain An end of the second book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the third book Troyes kingdome thus quite ruinated And they for flight accommodated Aeneas first ariv'd in Thrace And built a citie in that place The death of Polydore him frighted The kings great harbrous love recited And Phoebus oracles declar'd To sail to Creet he 's now prepar'd Where he again new fortunes found And shipwrack did him sore surround Whence fled the Harpyes frights he shows Helenus left his fates he knows He Achemenides befriends His father dies his tale so ends AFter the Gods had ruin'd Asia's state And Priams throne unworthie so great hate Neptunian Troy like blazing brands of fire We were constrain'd by signes of fatall ire Exil'd to wander through strange woods and wayes And on Antander and Ides banks we raise And build our navie being all unsure Where fates would force us where to sit secure Our men we muster Summer scarce comen on My father bad us hoise up sail be gon I then my native countreys losse bewail And planes where Troy late stood I banisht sail With me my sonne my mates Gods small and great Farre off thâ—re lies a spacious Martiall seat Thracians it plant and plow Lycurgus wise Once did it rule Troyes ancient firm allies Their Gods as ours whiles fortune made us rise Here I ariv'd here first I built a town In a crosse crook entering by fatall frown And from my name I did it Aeneads name And to my mother Venus I the same Did dedicate and offer sacrifice To my kinde Gods that blest mine enteâ—prize And Iupiter great king of Gods t' adore A fat bull I did offer on the shore By chance hard by a woody hill I spide Upon whose top white horny rods did bide And tall thick shady mirtle boughs did grow Thither to pluck off some of them I go Our altars with green branches to bedeck But as I pluckt a fearefull chance did check My first attempt for the first branch I tore There issued thence thick drops of muddy gore Which stain'd the ground with bloud This did me fright And chilling feare shook me in piteous plight Again another tender sprig I pluck Longing to know the cause and lurking luck Straight from the bark more bloudy drops did sprout Whereat much mov'd the wood Nymphs in great doubt I did adore and Mars great Thracia's king To th'omen good to th' sight delight to bring Then when a third branch I more strongly tore And with both knees to th' ground me strugling bore Speak may I or be still A grievous groan From bottome of the pit to heaven up thrown Seem'd thus to crie Aeneas why dost teare Distressed me my buried body spare O spare thy holy hands thus to bestain For Troy did me thy kinsman know most plain See how out from this stump doth gush my gore O flee this barbarous land this sharking shore For I am Polydore who here being slain My corps a bush of sharp shafts doth remain My heart was straight with dubious thoughts dejected Speechlesse amaz'd my hair 's upright erected Unhappy Priam once this Polydore With store of gold did secretly send o're Unto the king of Thrace for education Who when he saw Troyes troops in desperation The citie round besieg'd our valour vail Our weal grow weak our fortune us to fail Following great Agamemnons conquering arms He fled from us burst out into base harms Poore Polydore he slew usurpt the gold O cursed thirst of gain what uncontrould Wilt thou not force mans minde to undergo But now feare past this fatall signe I show To my choice Peeres but to my father first Pray'd them to say
Our princely wedlock now doth stiffe withstand And in her kingdome kindly entertains One sir Aeneas who her solely gains This petty Paris and his stragling trains Of beardlesse boyes effeminately gay With coifs and perfum'd haire these steal the prey But we who fill thy temples with oblations Seem onely fame to feed with vain frustrations Iupiter heares him venting these events Before the altars views his discontents And to the princely palace turns his eyes Sees how these lovers fairer fame despise Mercurie therefore straight he call'd and said Be gone faire sonne with wings and windes swift aid Haste to the Trojan prince who now at Tyre Wastes time and doth not fate-given crowns acquire Haste through the aire and tell him this from me His sacred mother promis'd not that he Should such a person prove nor for this cause Was he twice ransom'd from Greeks griping paws But that he should once rule all Italie Italie big with crowns with conquests high And should advance brave Teucers noble race And the whole world under his orders place But if these glories great him nought inflame And that he 's loath to labour for such fame Yet shall the father envie's sonnes renown And must Ascâ—nius loose his Româ—ne crown What means he vvhat 's his hope in a foes lands VVhy his Ausonian race Lavinian strands Neglects he thus Let him to sea here 's all For this I thee my messenger do call Thus Iove His sacred sire he straight obeyes His charge to discharge shakes off all delayes His vvingy shoes of gold he buckles on Which with faire plumes for expedition Bare him aloft quite over sea and land VVith a swift gale Then quick he takes his wand VVith which he calls the hideous soules from hell And others sends to Tartars dungeon fell He gives bereaves sweet sleep from death preserves Therewith he drives the windes and with wing'd nerves Swims through the clustring clouds and now in 's flight Of craggy Atlas tops and sides hath sight Of Atlas whose huge height the heavens doth prop On whose pine-bearing head black clouds do stop And daily's girt oft dasht with winde and rain Thick drifts of snow do on his shoulders drain Then down his aged chin quick flouds do flow VVith frosty ice his beard doth grisly grow Cyllenius fluttering vvings first staid him here And headlong hence to th' vvaves his corps doth beare Much like a bird vvhich 'bout the shores and sides Of fishfull rocks vvith hoverings smoothly glides Above the vvaves about the banks even so Cyllenian Mercurie did to and fro Flutter o're sea and land and vvindes did slice And Libya's sandy shores toucht in a trice His vvingy feet no sooner did alight On Tyrian towers but straight he saw in sight Aeneas forts to raise rooms to repaire And he himself girt vvith a hanger rare With yellow jasper stones like starres bedeckt And a rich sword in cloaths of rich respect A mantle on his corps cast carelesly Which rarely shew'd of Tyrian purple die VVhich gorgeous gifts rich Dido's self had made And in the vveaving threads of gold in-laid Him he encounters thus Dost thou build high Great Carthage towers dost thou uxoriously Settle this citie faire O carelesse minde Of thine affaires a promis'd crown to finde The king of Gods vvhose power shakes earth and heaven Sent me from skies to thee this charge vvas given Thus now to say What buildings dost thou reare What loytring hopes in Libya's land appeare Though thou thy self neglect so glorious fates Though so high honour thee nought animates Yet for high springing young Ascâ—niâ—â— sake Thy hopefull heire Iülus some care take To vvhom faire Iliums crown Romes royall fear As debt are due This said Cylleniâ—â— great Amidst these vvords from mortals view departed And farre from sight into the aire vvas darted But yet this sight Aeneas mad amaz'd Made him stand mute his haire vvith horrour rais'd In staring state burnt vvith desire of flight And quick to leave this land of high delight VVith these fore-vvarnings and the Gods command Stunded Alas vvhat should he take in hand VVith vvhat circumlocutions might he dare This to th' enamoured queen now to declare VVhere might he first begin to break his minde His thoughts now here now there vvere puft like winde In strict distractive parts turn'd all about At last these vvrastling thoughts thus end the doubt Mnestheus Sergestus and Cloanthus vvise He calls to him and closely did advise The fleet to fit his mates to send to shore Arms to provide and this to colour o're VVith some prâ—text himself in the mean while Since his deare Dido knew not of this wile Nor fear'd least fraction in such settled loves Labours accesse to her fit seasons proves Kindely to treat vvith her a gladsome end To gain to his designes They all them bend Swiftly and gladly their due tasks to tend But Dido found oh vvho can love delude Foresaw these guiles and their first motions view'd All stillnes still mistrusts That impious fame Blabbed to her th' increase of furies flame Told her the ships vvere rig'd the voyage vow'd Her deaded heart incens'd she raves aloud Doth madly through the citie drunkardize Even as it is the Bacchanalian guise VVhen at great Bacchus his trienniall sport Rude troops in drunken dances do resort And so solemnize every sacred rite Cithaeron echoning clamours loud by night At last she thus even of her own accord Speaks to Aeneas Faithlesse oh abhor'd And didst thou hope to play the counterfeit And couldst thou vvork so great so grosse a cheat VVouldst thou so slily hence have stoln away Could neither our love nor plighted faith thee stay Nor wofull Dido dying stop thy flight But even in vvinter weathers dangerous plight Thou must to ship and oh hard heart set sail Driven on vvith many a boystrous Northern gale What though thou sought'st no other unknown place Or forrain parts or Troy stood in best case Must thou thy Troy through furious vvaves procure Fly'st thou from me Ah now I thee adjure By these my teares and by thine own right hand Since I poore soule have nought else at command O by our vvedlock nuptiall rites begun If I have well deserv'd by ought yet done Or ought of mine were ever sweet to thee O of my tottering state now tender be If yet my prayers may penetrate thy heart Ah change thy minde oh do not hence depart For thy sake Libyas land and tyrants fierce Of Africa vvould me vvith mischief pierce For thee my Tyrians are vvith me offended For thee my shame my fame 's extinct and blended My fame by which I once was rais'd to th' skie To vvhom dost thou me leave now like to die Ah unkinde guest For now no more I may Thee husband call Why longer do I stay What till Pygmalion all my towns destroy Or till Iarbas captiv'd-me annoy Oh yet at least had I before thy flight Enjoy'd a childe by thee oh if I might Have had a
intreat her sister sad Who to and fro beares weeping errands bad But none of all her treats or bitter teares Remove his thoughts do move his dam'd-up eares For fates forbade and Iove his eares had clos'd As an old oak most furiously oppos'd Which Alpine pushing puffs now here now there Tossing and tumbling strive to over-beare The blast flies on bends the high boughs to ground The stock sticks fast on a rock firm and sound And as the more to th'winde top-branches bend The more the root doth ground-hold apprehend No otherwise with words and woes this prince Is tost turmoil'd here there his heart t'evince But he 's unmov'd teare-flouds flow out in vain Whereat poore Dido full of grief and pain Desires to die and hates the skies cleare sight Fitlier to slay herself and leave the light Then laying gifts on incense-smoaking shrines She saw fearefull to say her sacred wines And pour'd-out liquors turn'd to putred bloud Which none no not her sister understood Beside there was within her palace faire Her former husbands marble temple rare Which she did honour with most high respect And with white fleeces and gay garlands deckt From whence she seem'd to heare her husbands call And that when nights dark curtain covered all Yea and to heare the scritch-owl all alone On houses tops oft times to make strange moan With fearefull fatall noates long screeks and cries Beside feare-threatning ancient prophesies Her terrify'd in nightly visions she Aeneas cruell self doth seem to see Pursuing her enrag'd She still alone Left to herself not waited on by one Is seen to stragle farre in deserts strange To seek her Tyrians seems abroad to range Much like mad Pentheus scar'd with haggs of hell And oftwo suns two Thebes feign'd then to tell Or like Orestes vext with furies dire When from his mother arm'd with ragefull fire And stinging serpents mad he made away Revengefull furies at the threshold lay So she enrag'd o'recome with grief and woe Resolves to die how to this work to go Thinks with herself for fittest time and way And thus to her sad sister doth she say Cheere in her cheeks her fact hid in her face I have the way deare sister in this case Now joy with me either to keep him here Or from his love my self firmly to cleare Neare th' oceans end upon the Western side Lies Aethiopa farre from us and wide Where heaven-upholding mighty Atlas stands And ardent sun-shine scorcheth up the lands A grave Massylian priest came hence to me His sisters temples keeper said to be Who fed the dragons kept the fruit divine Whose humid honey doth to sleep incline Even soporiferous poppie She assures By charms to love-sick mindes she cures procures In whom she lists and whom she lists makes love Extreamly stops swift streams yea starres above Turns retrograde she nightly ghosts can raise Can make the ground to groan with strange amaze And trees to run down hills she frights and frayes Now by the Gods deare sister I protest By thee and thy sweet soule I am thus prest To use these magick spells against my will Thou then good sister build up with best skill A pile of wood in th'inner court on high And lay thereon the sword which impiously He stuck up by our bed his garments all Yea my bride-bed where I took fatall fall For so this priest bad me bring all I can Belonging to that false nefarious man And bad me burn them This thus said she ceast And death-pale colour in her cheeks increast Her sister Anne suspecting nought herein That she new sacred death dues did begin Nor could conceive she such rage did retain Or greater grief then for Sichaeus slain Does not therefore her sisters charge refrain But now the queen the pile in th' open aire In th' inner court erected fitted faire Great boards and billets pitch and tarre layes on Flowers cypresse boughs and branches ties upon This fatall herse his cloaths sword left behinde His picture eke she to this bed doth binde Knowing the issue Altars stand about And now the priest her haire-spread loose cries out On her three hundred Gods Erebus deep Chaos and threefold Hecates to weep And triple-fac'd Diana sprinkling wide The feigned liquors which in Styx abide Then tender herbs are sought out by Moon-light And cropt and cut with sithes and sickles might And with white milk black poisons pestilent Andfrom a young Foals front incontinent They pluck the Mares pois'nous beloved bit Before the mare from 's brow devoureth it Dido herself with sacred gifts in hands One foot unbound cloathes loose at th' altar stands Readie to die the Gods she obtestates And powerfull planets patrons of her fates Yea whatsoever sacred power there were That just and tender mindefulnesse did beare To lovers which unequall yokes did weare And now 't was night when weary limbes at ease Slept sweetly woods were still and calm the seas And now starres course came to their middle height And every field and bird and beast by night Yea every liquid lake and whatso'ere The wide sharp thorny countrey coasts did beare Lay still all fast asleep devoid of cares Their slumbring hearts forgetfull of affaires But wofull Didos heart no nap could take Nor all the night one nod or wink could make Her cares increase her raging love reboiles And with huge flames of furie her turmoiles And thus she stands and thus breathes out hearts wo What shall I do shall I derided go Back to my wonted wooers meek must I Marriage desire with those whom scornfully I oft refus'd or must I not apace Flie to the Trojans fleet quickly embrace Their last and worst commands will it not sure Do well help to their helper to inure Old favours ought with thankfulnesse be paid But say I would who herein would me aid Or scorned me to their proud ships admit Alas fond fool know'â—t thou not fully yet See'st thou not sensibly the perjurie Of Trojans And what then shall onely I Fly to those jocond sailours shall I fall Upon them with my Tyrian armies all And cause them whom with me I scarce could force From their Sidonian city take recourse To sea again and make them sail with me No rather die as 't is most fit for thee Thy self from sorrow with thy sword set free You sister you o'recome by my first teares My love-pierc'd heart now load with these fierce feares And â—e expos'd unto my flying foe Might I not well have liv'd unyoked so As do bruit beasts unstung with such sharp woe Not having kept faith to Sichaeus plighted With these complaints her heart she sore affrighted Aeneas in 's tall ship resolv'd to sail Yet lies a sleep all fit for his avail To him in sleep appear'd the Gods form right That formerly he saw the same face bright In all like Mercurie colour and voice With yellow haire his corps of youthfull choice Who seemed thus him to advise again Canst thou O Goddesse sonne
The noise vvhereof soon came To her death-daunted sister vvho in fright With panting pace ran thither vvith fierce flight Her nails her cheeks do teare fists beat her breast Amidst the rout rushing screeks out distrest Her dying name O sister was this it Hast thou me thus deceiv'd And did I fit This pile for this these fires and altars frame For what should I forsaken thee first blame Why didst thou me reject for thy deaths mate Thou might'st have me invited to like fate That same smart with the same sword that houre Might both of us have griped in deaths power These hands did also help to build this frame I call'd upon our countrey-Gods great name And yet could cruell I be absent hence And not behold thy fates fierce violence O sister sister thou hast quite undone Thy self my self and all renown begun In citie subjects Carthaginian lords O vvho me now some cleansing streams affords That I may vvash her vvounds And if as yet Any last breath there stray that I may it Sup up at length This said she soon ascends The steepy steps and in her heart contends And on her breast to hug with many a teare The half dead body of her sister deare And with her cloaths the black bloud wipes and dries Whereat she seems to heave her heavy eyes But down again the dead lids fall and fail And at her heart the death-smart doth prevail Thrice she her self rais'd up and strove to rest Upon her arm and thrice by pain opprest She sownding rolled back upon the bed And vvith her stragling sight endeavoured To see the skie-light groaning when 't was found Then mighty Iuno pitying her deaths vvound Protracted vvoe difficultie to die Sent Iris quickly from Olympus high Her strugling soule and fast bound life t' unbinde Because she not by fate nor deaths due kinde Did die but immaturely she poore heart With sudden rage enflam'd wrought her own smart As yet Proserpina took not away Her yellow locks which on her head grew gray Nor her designed to the Stygian lake Dame Iris therefore from the clouds did take Quick flight to her with vvatrie colour'd plumes Which 'gainst the opposite bright sunne assumes A thousand various curious colours cleare And lighting on her head said Charg'd I beare Thy parted soule to Pluto dedicated And free thee from thy corps excruciated This said she clipt her locks at once doth slip All vitall heat life into th' aire doth skip An end of the fourth book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the fifth book Aeneas sails to Sicil hies Where he his fathers obsequies Doth celebrate Acestes kinde About the grave brave games design'd A prodigie a fierie dart Then Iris playes old Beroes part In old-wifes weeds the fleet doth flame But sudden showres doe quench the same Anchises ghost in sleep doth show What warres his sonne must undergoe And by whose guid to passe to hell He builds a town wherein to dwell He leaves the wives and men unfit For Palinure he 'le steeres-man sit MEeanwhile Aeneas half way keeps his course His ships with soft windes cut the waves black source Reviewng poore Eliza's walls on fire The cause unknown of such combustion dire But bitter grief he fear'd for abrupt love Knowing how love-sick passions women move VVith these sad thoughts the Trojans forward sail Least sight of land at sea their fleet doth fail On all sides sea on all sides onely skie He o're his head a watry cloud doth spie Full stuft with storms whose blacknesse frights the seas And in his ship did Palâ—nure displease Whereat he cries Aâ—as vvhat clouds o'respread The heavens What means God Neptune by this dread He bids them play the men their oares to plie Sails to the lee and thus aloud doth crie Dauntlesse Aeneas though great Iove our guide Should promise vve in Italie should ' bide I could not in this case his words confide Such counter-cuffs crosse puffs us turn and vvinde Such dark dim clouds arise as th' aire quite blinde Nor do our reluctations us avail Since fortune forceth let 's vvith fortune sail And go wheres'ere she guides for sure think I Thy brother Eryx trusty towns are nigh And Sicils shores for I have certain sight Of noted starres if I remember right Surely sayes good Aeneas so I see The windes require thy labours all to be In vain I view Then bend thy course that way For a more pleasing place could I I say To rest our weary fleet vvish to attain Then whereas Troyes Acestes kinde doth reigne And vvhere my fathers buried bones remain This said they fetch the haven a Western blast Stretching their sails the navie nimbly past The channell and at length vvith joy each one Gets to the shore unto them all well known But from a loftie hill aloof in 's eye Acestes wondring did their fleet espie Their friendly fleet vvhich he runs down to meet Fierce with 's beares hide and dart them thus to greet VVhose mother Troy him at Crinisus floud Begat He mindefull of 's forefather good Them safe t' enjoy much joyes with countrey cates And friendly gifâ—s receives cheeres consolates Next day so soon as Eastern Sols bright face Had banisht starres Aeneas from each place And part o' th' port assembles all his mates And from a tombes top thus expostulates Renowned Dardans sprung from Ioves high race 'T is now a full and compleat twelve-moneths space Since here our sacred parents bones were laid And reliques left and sad death-altars made And this if I mistake not is the day The dolefull day which I resolve for aye To solemnize and sad to celebrate For so ye Fates ye do it destinate Yea this though Africk me an exile hel'd Though Grecian seas or shores me captiv'd quel'd With annuall votes and due solemnities And altar-decking gifts I 'd memorize Now are we gladly and as I conceive Not without heavens direction and good leave Come to our fathers bones and sacred dust And in t' a faire and friendly port have thrust Come on then let 's glad triumphs celebrate Let 's get faire gales and when my cities state Is stablisht I 'le my sacred rites each yeare To him in temples to him builded beare Troy-born Acestes two fat bullocks great Bestows on every bark throughout the fleet Then at the feast our countrey-Gods let 's place And those which kinde Acestes holds in grace Besides if Sol the ninth day with bright rayes His faire face o're the universe displayes First for our Trojans flying-fleets sea-fight I 'le prizes have for him whose nimble flight Best runs a race for him whose courage stout Wrastles most rare who best flings darts about Or fight with plummet-clubs doth best affect Let all be prest and purchas'd palms expect Lend us your clamours loud with bayes all crown'd This said himself his brows with laurell bound The like Helymus old Acestes doe Lively Ascanius all the youth so too He leaves the parle with thousand tendants brave
stroak Much like a hollow great and o're-grown oak In Erymanth or Ida's wood most great Even by the roots o'returned from its seat The Trojans and Trinacrian lads in zeal Start up hereat and raise a clamorous peal Acestes first to 's fallen old friend doth hie Grieves gets him up Th' old champion speedily Rear'd nothing fear'd with this his sudden fall Flies to the fight more fierce rage feeds his gall Disgrace gives fire to force and foreknown might And fiercely he doth Dares headlong smite And bang about the field with both his hands Redoubling boystrous blows nor quiet stands Nor takes least rest but as thick showers of hail With ratling noise do houses tops assail Even so this chafing champion thrashes out With both his hands young Dares stomack stout Then grave Aeneas hastens to allay Entellus furious rage his wrath to stay And ends the fight gives tired Dares rest And comfort in kinde words he thus exprest Unfortunate what phrenzie blindes thy minde Feel'st thou not mightier force and fates unkinde Submit to God This said the combat ended But him alas his faithfull mates attended Dragging his feeble feet and to and fro His weak head dangling vomiting also Much gore-bloud from his mouth his teeth dasht out Thus to the ships they bore him from the rout Bidden to take the sword and helm away Entellus had the praise and prize o' th' day He victour vanting of his bull for joy Sayes thus Faire prince and you rare troops of Troy Ye now may see what strength my young yeares had And how ye sav'd Dares from death most sad This said against the bull his prize he stands Ties it and takes his club in both his hands And 'twixt the horns gives it a blow so fierce As made the broken bones the brains to pierce The beast is slain lies groveling on the ground Whereat these words he vents from 's heart profound This fitter soule then Dares death to thee Great Eryx I being victour offer free And now my club and art relinquisht be Then straight Aeneas those that would invites To shooting games and them with gifts incites In Sergests ship erects a mightie mast To th' top whereof he ties a pigeon fast Hung by a dangling rope their mark or white The archers come and in t ' a helmet bright The lots are cast and with a joyfull voice Hippoc'on had the first affected choice Whom Mnestheus follows next at sea-fight best Mnestheus his brows with olive-branches drest The third Eurytion was thy brother kinde Rare Pandarus who biddden with brave minde Didst first once charg'd the truce to terminate Through thickest Greeks thy dart make penetrate The last and lowest in the harnesse-cap Fell out to be noble Acestes hap Even he himself would venture valiantly With those brave sparks this shooting-task to try Then with stiffe strength they bend their crooked bows And each for 's use shafts from his quiver choose Hippoc'on first made from his clanging string His arrow cut the aire and flying sing And singing pierce and stick fast in the mast The mast was shook the fluttering foule agast And through them all loud acclamations past Next Mnestheus stout stood with his bow full bent His eye and arrow aim at high intent But yet good man he could not hit the white And yet the coard he did in sunder smite Wherewith the dove by 's feet was ty'd to th' mast Straight with the winde through th' aire the dove flies fast Eurytion then alreadie readie prest With bow and shaft set to to shoot addrest His brother invocates for aid auspicious In th' open aire spies the dove most conspicuous Cheerefully sporting with her wings for joy Whom his quick shaft did nimbly pierce destroy Under a cloud the dove i' th' aire thus dead Falls down and fallen the shot-shaft rendered Acestes onely fails of 's palmes desert Yet into th' aire he shot his whisling dart Proud of his expert art and clanging bow But here behold a most prodigious show And anxious augurie came soon in sight As the strange issue did demonstrate right And omens great which frighting prophets write For i th' cleare aire the flying dart did flame Which gliding on a fire consumes the same And wastes i th' fanning windes just as we see The falling starres when as they gliding be To beare long fiery streams Amaz'd they stand Trinacrians Trojans lift up heart and hand And wise Aeneas marks the omen right And sweet Acestes greets with great delight Loads him with love-gifts and thus to him said Receive grave sir for thee great Jove hath made By this strange signe though prizelesse worthy praise Receive this gift in old Anchises dayes Bestow'd on him by Cisseus king of Thrace A pledge of his great love and friendly grace A goblet great engraven with figures faire This said he bindes his brows with garlands rare And doth Acest prime conquerour declare Nor did Eurytion kinde this honour grudge Though he alone as all might justly judge The pigeon fell'd from skie The next reward He therefore had for he 't was cut the coard He had the last whose dart the mast did cleave But brave Aeneas e're the sport they leave Epitides Ascanius guardian there And mate he calls and whispers in his eare And sayes Go quick bid my sonne come away If all the childrens troops be in aray And horse-race ready with his bands to goe Unto his grandsire and in Martiall show To shew himself Aeneas self mean space Commands the folk flocking about the place To gather in a ring the plain to cleare And now the lively striplings all draw neare Before their fathers on bright bridled steeds Which in the Trojans and Trinacrians breeds Great admiration exultation great All had their haire as custome was cut neat And helmets on their heads in 's hand each kept A paire of horny speares with steel well tipt Some at their backs wore quivers dainty light About their necks gold chains their breasts bedight Three coronets of horse three captains have Twelve children glistring in their arms most brave Attending them and masters them to guide One brave battalion which with Martiall pride Thy noble sonne Polites Priam faire VVho did his kingly grandsires sirname beare And must the bounds of Italie advance VVho on a stately Thracian steed did prance All partly colour'dwith faire specks o◠white His forefeet so his proud head born upright A white starre on his brow a comely sight Another band young Atys lively led From whom the Romane Atyan race was spread Young Atys to Iülus young most deare The last and best for beauty without peere VVas faire Iülus on a courser brave Of Carthage vvhich to him queen Dido gave A signe and symbol of her love to him The rest being grave Acestes yonkers trim Come on Trinacrian steeds The Trojan rout Receive them full of fame-affecting doubt VVith great applause and taking great delight In sweet conceipt of grave ancestours sight Their
most faire Thus high hills left they to the plains repaire But grave Anchises vvas most closely bent To see observe in valleys excellent The soules reserv'd for more supernall places Recogitates all his own kindreds cases Their number nature fates and fortunes all Their customes courage he to minde doth call And vvhen he saw Aeneas come to meet him Through the green grasse he joyfull runs to greet him Lifts up his hands le ts fall thick teares on 's cheeks Yet thus unto his sonne he cheerely speaks And art thou come by power and piety Hast thou as I had hope got victorie O're this hard task see I thy face again Shall I my sonne heare and reply most plain Thus truly I suppos'd and cast in minde Counting the times and now all true I finde From vvhat strange parts deare sonne vvhat dangerous case What seas turmoiles do I thee now embrace O how I fear'd thy harm in Libya land Straight he reply'd Deare father thy command And gastly ghost in visions oft beheld Hath for thy sake me to these parts compell'd My fleet lies safe i' th' port on Tyrrhene sands Ah grant good father vve may now joyn hands Grant me ah flie not from our sweet embrace At vvhich words teares ran down his cheeks apace Thrice 'bout his neck to clasp his arms he tries Thrice from his frustrate holds his image flies Like fleeting blasts or flashy dreams by night Meanwhile Aeneas had full in his sight In a by-valley an enclosed wood With ratling boughs and sprigges where Lethe floud Ran through Elysian fields 'bout vvhich did stand People and nations an innumerous band Like bees when summers sun-shine does them warm Who in faire meads 'bout flowers and lilies swarm So o're the field a muttering noise was rais'd Whose sudden sight Aeneas much amaz'd Being ignorant he does the cause enquire What floud that vvas and vvhat so great desire About those banks did cause such troops of men Then old Anchises answered thus again Those soules to whom new corps are due by fate About the banks of Lethe floud do vvait To drink deep draughts of dull forgetfulnes Long since I long'd these things to thee t' expresse And ouâ— old stock to thee to numerate The more with me thee to exhilarate Latium once found O father deare sayes he Can sacred soules from hence translated be To heaven and there resume dull corps again Can wretches such dire love t' earths light retain I 'le tell thee sonne sayes he and cleare thy doubt And thus began Anchises to set out And punctually each circumstance t' explain At first one abstruse spirit did maintain Heaven earth and seas bright moon and twinkling lights That spirit infus'd through all parts moves incites The totall bulk diffus'd o're the whole frame Hence men beasts birds and all sea-creatures came And take life-feeding heat and to their seed Celestiall birth if corrupt bodies breed No obstacles nor terrene tumours ill The corps with dull and heavy humours fill And hence they feare weep have a longing minde Regard not heaven clos'd in flesh prisons blinde Besides when they their lifes last breath forsake Yet death from them poore soules doth not quite take Each blot and blemish or all corp'rall ills Which long i' th' body grown it strangely fills Wherefore they purging punishment endure To make them from old evils clean and pure Some frisking soules i' th' whisking windes hang high Some in huge streams wash their impurity Or elâ—e are purged in refining flames Thus these our pains each soule here fits and frames Thence then we are to large Elysium sent Few are in those faire meadows resident Till times long progresse quite expired be And we from imbred long-fed faults are free Our soules all simply pure in due degree And then all these a thousand yeares full spent In troops to Lethe flouds by God are sent There made unmindefull of their former state They long t' ascend corps to re-occupate This said Anchises his Aeneas brings With Sibyll into th' midst o' th' troop which rings With ratling rumours to a hill conducts him Whence all now coming he to know instructs him And now go to sayes he I 'le to the show Our Albane peeres the glorie which shall flow In Italie on our faire families Th' imperiall princes which from us shall rise Yea all thy fates and fortunes I 'le declare Seest thou sayes he that princely youth most faire Which leans on 's headlesse lance He first shall spring From Latines bloud and Thyne and be first king Sylvius an Albane name thy posthume birth Whom thy Lavinia to thy long-lifes mirth Shall in the woods bring forth a royall king From whom a regall race of kings shall spring From whom our line o're Alba long shall reigne And Procas next Troyes glorie shall maintain Capys and noble Numitor and he VVhose name shall personate re pattern thee Sylvius Aeneas rare for arms and arts If ever he reigne o're those Albane parts Behold my sonne those youths what powers they show Those which with peacefull oaken garlands go These shall for thee Nomentum Gabiâ— tame Fidena faire Collatia's towers reclaim Towns famous for their chastities report Potent Pometia Bola Cora's fort And Inuus camp towns once of noble fame Now onely lands but of no note or name Besides to 's grandsire Martiall Romulus Shall be a prop whom from Assaracus His mother Ilia shall produce at last Seest thou not on his head two crests stand fast And how great Iove on him his favours poures Behold faire sonne his high emperiall towres Renowned Rome vvhose magnanimity Shall rule the earth and raise their fame to th' skie And on their vvall she shall seven towres erect Happie in famous peeres of high respect Such as from Berecynthia Gods faire queen In chariot drawn through Troy to spring were seen Triumphant in her hundred God-births faire All heaven-inhabitants all starre-kings rare And now look this vvay view this nation great Thy Romanes rare and Romane Caesars seat Iülus royall race the whole earths Keisar There 's there 's the God-sprung man Augustus Caesar VVhom I so oft have promis'd unto thee By whom the golden age Latium shall see As once by Saturn 't was the whole earth o're His empire shall lie past the Indies shore And Garamants and where Sols prying eye And the celestiall signes yet ne're past by As farre as e're heaven-propping Atlas high Beares on his back the beauteous starrie skie At his approach all Africk soon shall quake And at his God-decrees great Nile shall shake Maugre his seven-fold mouth Nor so much ground As he shall win could Hercules surround Though light-foot hindes as windes he could outflie And boares and beares in Erymanth make die Nor Bacchus that vine-victour with vine-chains Who tigres fierce to draw his coach constrains O're Nisa's steepie tops Now then shall we To spread our fame by facts base cowards be Shall feare affright us from Ausonia land But what
Chorineus vext full sore Snatcht up an altar fire-brand bravely met Ebusus coming in a furious fret And smiting at him whom he swift doth chase And thrusts the flaming fire-brand in his face Which cing'd his haire and broad beard all about And sent a mightie stench and savour out Then this his trembling foe doth with him close Lugs him by 's locks and gives him more full blows Forcing him on his knees fells him to th' ground And through his side his sword his heart doth wound Then Podalirius with a slicing blade Alsus a famous shepherd did invade Pressing on forward in the vantguard brave Whom Alsus such a knock with 's battle-ax gave As cleft his head to th' chin sprinkling all-o're With his deep broached and out-gushing gore Rough rest and steel-given sleep do shut his sight And close his eyes up in eternall night But great Aeneas stretcht his unarm'd hand As he bare-headed without helm did stand And calls aloud to 's mates O whither flock y◠Why with this creeping jarre our peace thus mock ye O pacifie your rage conditions faire And good conclusions for us fixed are 'T is I alone must now the battell trie O then give way to me all false feares flie For with this hand I will corroborate This peace and Turnus troubles terminate As he thus spake ere he had ended all Behold a whisling dart did fiercely fall And light upon the prince uncertain whence From whose strong hand what stormie violence What fate what fortune should the Rutuls raise To such high honour unexpected praise The glorie of the fact lies rak't up yet Not one dares bragge that he Aeneas hit When Turnus saw Aeneas leave the field And all his troubled troops much ground to yeeld With hastie hope his heart begins to flame He calls for horses longs to fight for fame And proudly prauncing in his chariot high To his loose reins gives ample libertie And many a valiant souldier fiercely flying He sends to Styx and many leaves half dying And either teares them with his chariot-wheel Or bores their flying backs with darts of steel Like as when bloudy Mars with his strong shield Doth check cold Hebers flouds and makes them yeeld And waging warre his furious steeds sends out Who swifte◠then West-windes flies all about The Martiall field and with their trampling strong Do shake large Thraces confines all along Frighted about with shapes of damping dread Wrath rage and plots the God accompanied Thus agile Turnus ' midst of all the fight His sweatie smoaking steeds drives on a sight Wofull to see how he insulting goes And gluts his sword with his thick slaughtered foes Dying their horrid hoofs with dews of bloud Mixing both sand and gore like morter-mud And now he slew Sthenelus Thamyris And Polus fierce to death he doth dismisse Meeting now this now that resisting foe Fighting farre-off farre-off he meets also Imbrasus sonnes Lades and Glaucus strong Whom Imbrasus himself had nurs'd up long In Lycia and alike with arms them fraught And horse or foot-fight expertly them taught Upon another part Eumedes stout Amidst the thickest ranks flies all about Famous in warre by kindred of great fame Stout Dolons sonne right of his grandsires name In strength and courage parents paralell Who once in valour did so farre excell That he a scout to th' Grecian camp would go If they 'd on him Achilles coach bestow But Diomedes did his boldnesse pay And with another price sent him away Of great Achilles chariot frustrate quite Whom Turnus spying a farre-off in fight Ere he went farre pursu'd him at the heel And stopt his passage with his nimble steel Whereat he stayes his steeds from 's coach descends And to his half-dead falne-down foe he bends Sets his foot on his neck drawes out his blade Dy'd it in 's throat and this moreover said See Trojan see the land so long time sought See Italie which thou with bloud hast bought Now lie and meat it out Here 's all their gain Which me to warre thus boldly dare constrain Thus to themselves a citie they erect A dart he then did furiously direct Against his mate Asbustes Chlores next Sybaris and Daretes he perplext Thersilochus with him Thymoetes strong Whose starting jade on ground laid him along As when Aedonian Northern blasts do blow Aegean roaring surges do o'reflow VVave following wave thick rolling to the shore As puffes do push them and i' th' skies all-o're Clouds sleet about so Turnus turbulent Makes armies flie which way soe're he went And turns troops headlong back force makes him stout And blasts his fluttering plumes do puffe about But Phegeus fierce no longer could abide His sturdie stomack and insulting pride But to the coach he comes with courage bold And with his hand upon the reins layes hold To stay the foamie horses furious pace And to divert them to some other place As thus he 's drawn and on his horse-main hangs A mightie speare upon his armour clangs And pierc'd his double plated corslet brave And on the top of 's skin a wound him gave He hereupon safe cover'd with his shield Makes at his foe pursues him in the field VVith his drawn-sword for surerer safetie VVho with the chariot wheels velocitie And swift driven axle-tree was headlong cast Down to the ground whom Turnus follows fast A lights and 'twixt his helm and gorgets brim With his sharp sword straight way beheaded him Leaving his headlesse carcase on the sand As thus i'th'field Turnus doth victour stand Mnestheus Achates kinde Ascanius faire Bleeding Aeneas bring with grief and care Into his tent who walking with weak strides And resting on a strong staffe which him guides He 's sorely vext strives with all urgencie The speare and head to pluck forth totally Which since he could not he desires their aid To take the nearest way cure might be made And with a blade the flesh to lance more wide Which did the arrows head so deeply hide And thus to get it out and him again To send to th'field the combate to maintain And now Iäpix came old Iasus sonne Who with Apollo from all others won The praise and prize in his most deep affection Once taken with his love by kinde aspection And thereupon upon him did bestow Accurate arts and sciences to know Hid auguries rare musick archers praise But he his bed-red-fathers wasting dayes Long to prolong himself did most apply To studie physick and plants secrecie And such like silent and lesse honoured art Aeneas still extreamly vext at heart Leans on a mightie lance with many a youth And young Iülus full of feare and ruth All shedding teares but he unmoved stood Then old Iäpix like a surgeon good Tying a linen apron him before Of salves and physick herbes he brings forth store Whose power Apollo had unto him taught These faintly he appli'de but none well wrought All prov'd in vain in vain he trialls made With hand with pinching pinsers to give aid And