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
potent potions metamorphis'd had Of comely men into wilde beasts most bad Now that these honest Trojans might escape These havens and such prodigious bestiall shape And not approach that hurtfull hatefull shore Neptune with prosperous gales their sails up bore Forc'd them from thence them from those dangers â—â—ave Now Thetis breasts waxt red Aurora brave I' th' azure skie with golden rayes shone bright And suddenly the windes were calmed quite The rocky seas their oares did nimbly smite And beat about And here a mightie wood Aeneas spide through which faire Tybers floud With nimble goldie streams to sea did glide And yellow sands the current beautifi'de And various birds which did those banks frequent And the flouds bubling falls such notes did vent Above about as did delight the skie And in the woods with chirping chants did flie And here he bids his mates their voyage stay To winde the fleet to land then joyfull they Enter the shady river Now relate Vrania faire what kings what times what state Old Italie retain'd when this thy fleet Thy new-come armie brought to Latium sweet I 'le all set forth and warres first grounds recite Thou O thou Goddesse faire teach me to write Those bloudy broiles fierce troops warre-thirsty kings The Tyrrhean and Italian Martiall wings All in an uproare here 's new work indeed A mightie task to which I now proceed Old king Latinus o're those realms did reigne And them in peace and plentie did maintain Faunus and Marica old writers gather His parents were king Picus Faunus father And thou great Saturn thou art said to be The utmost basis of his progenie No sonne or issue-male fates did him give Death on one sâ—az'd as soon as he gan live One onely marriageable daughter faire Upheld his court and state to whom repaire Many Italian peeres and potentates All whom brave Turnus chiefly emulates For 's famous ancestours most eminent And him the queen with love most vehement Did like and long to make her sonne in law But heaven-diverting prodigies she saw Crossing her thoughts A spreading lawrell tree Grew in the midst o' th' court whose branches he Had many yeares preserv'd with reverend feare And whiâ—h Latinus when he first did reare His stately towres there found and consecrated To gâ—eat Apollo as it is related And from it did the land Laurentum name A thick quick swarm of humming bees there came Strange to be spoken out o' th' open aire And to this lawrells tops did all repaire And on the boughs close by their feet they hung All in a sudden swarm in clusters clung Their augur straight cries out I plainly finde A forrain prince t' approach with him conjoyn'd Are strong confederates who with partners bold From these same parts this towre shall take and hold Moreover as lady Lavinia good In sacrifice hard by her father stood Her haire strange sight was all on a light fire Whose cinging flames burnt all her rich attire Her locks were burnt burnt was her diadem Beset with stones most rich and many a gemme Up flies the fume abroad the flame extends And Vulcans violence to th' roof ascends This was a hideous sight hard to endure For fame and fates did glorious things assure From her yet that she should fierce battels breed But these strange sights the carefull king with speed Brings to his father Faunus auguries In great Albuna's grove there to advise In which wide wood a sacred spring did glide Misty mephitis with foule fogs doth bide Hither all Italie Oenotria land Do still repaire dark doubts to understand Here when the priest the presents being paid On slain sheeps skins by night to sleep is laid And falls asleep in sleep strange visions views Heares various voices conference does use And speech to sprites from th' Acherontine lake Here when as grave Latinus prayers did make For faire replies and many sheep being slain Prostrate upon the skins he did remain And from the wood these words he heard most plain Faire sonne forbeare thy daughter deare to wed To native Latines shun their marriâ—ge bed I have new forrain sonnes in law whose race Our name and fame unto the starres shall grace Whose noble seed each sublunary thing Which Sol beholds shall to subjection bring And rule and over-rule These plain replies Of 's father Faunus and his counsel wise Latinus locks not up in silent sort But of it flying fame makes loud report Throughout all Italie And now at last The Trojan youths their fleet made firmly fast Against the grassy banks Aeneas then And faire Iulus flower of all his men With his couragious captains in degree Repose their bodies under a great tree Then on the grasse they set their cheere and cakes Made of good meal whereof each one partakes But for so Iove by th' Harpyes had decreed Were fain at last on mountain-fruits to feed And this food failing they were forc'd to eat The crums and scraps of refuse bread and meat And with their hands to break all hungerbit The sacred food for other use more fit Nor spared they their trenchers broad whereby Iulus said See sirs strange penurie Which even our tables hath devoured quite Nor more did he allude but with quick sight At his first words his father did foresee Of all his travells now an end to be And intercepted the first words he spake And at his fates amaz'd forth straight he brake Into these words Faire fate-given land all hail And you Troyes Gods whose faith ne're yet did fail Here 's here 's our countrey happy habitation For now I well remember this relation Of these hid fates my father made to me When thou deare sonne sayes he ariv'd shalt be On a strange land and famine thee shall force Thy meat all spent to have sharp-set recourse To sacred cates then there thou mayst expect To ease thy vvearie limbes there to erect Safe seats and with strong hand thy state protect This was that dearth that last affrighting ill Which should all future feare and mischief kill Be stirring then betimes by break of day And scout about each part and place survay What houses and inhabitants you finde Thus from the port all severall vvayes let 's winde And now full cups to Iove let 's drink and pray To old Anchises and in goblets gay Set wine upon the board Thus having said With gallant garlands he his head aray'd Then invocates Apollo Tellus faire The mother of the Gods and nymphs most rare And the yet unknown flouds and obscure night And nightly rising starres by solemne rite And Ida's Iove and 's Phrygian mother faire His parents both in hell and heaven which are And now all-potent Iupiter on high From heaven thrice thundred but auspiciously And in his hand a fierie cloud did shake VVhich did a radiant golden lustre make Here 'mongst the Trojan troops straight rumours rofe That now 's the time they cities should compose Busily therefore banquets they prepare And full of vvine by
wing From the high clouds all soaring in a train With cackling noise fierce tempests to refrain But to the Rutuls king Italian state These wonders seem and them exanimate Untill at last to sea they cast their eye And see the ships fast to the shore to hie And with tall barks the sea all-over spread And burning crests and helm upon his head The golden bosses belching flames of fire Much lâ—ke i' th' dewy night a comet dire Of hurtfull bloud-red hue or dog-starres heat Which drought and sicknesse sore to men doth threat And makes the skie to lowre and dimmes the light But none of these stout Turnus heart could fright But he must first the shore anticipate And these his foes from landing profligate Whereto he cheeres the hearts he chides the stayes Of all his troops and freely thus he sayes What ye your selves desir'd now here ye have Now use your hands therefore with courage brave For Mars himself the prey puts in your hands Remember now your vvives your goods your lands The famous facts of ancestours recount And praises due let yours now theirs surmount And let us freely them at shore assail Before they land now whiles their hearts them fail Fortune befriends bold spirits These words he spake And vvhom with him to lead great care doth take His sea-foes to invade to vvhom to leave The hedg'd-in town their hopes thus to deceive Meanwhile Aeneas vvith ship-bridges faire To land his souldiers takes all speedie care But many stay'd till calm seas flouds did flow Some leapt on studs and stakes thus out to go Upon their oares some to the shore make haste Great Tarchon up and down the sea-banks trac'd To see if he could spie fit place to land Secure from shallow shelves or swallowing sand And vvhere no rigid surges did appeare But a smooth sea vvith swelling flouds made cleare A harmlesse passage there he suddenly Winding his ship thus to his mates did crie Now noble youths plie close your slicing oares Beare up your barks cut through these adverse shores And let our ship plow furrows deep in sand And break my bark so we may gain the land Tarchon thus having said his maâ—es with oares Through frothy seas their ships to Latine shores Do bravely bring so that their noses kisse Drie-land and all secure their aims none misse Except thy ship great Tarchon which neare land Was so assail'd with stubborn shelves and sand As that it wavering both wayes deep stuck fast And strugling long in pieces split at last Exposing all his men unto the waves VVhereat each one himself on splinters saves Pieces of oares and planks and floating boards VVhich safe assistance unto them affords But oft the flowing streams their heels did trip Yet thus at last they safe on land do skip But all this while Tâ—rnusâ—uns â—uns off delayes His totall troops 'gainst Trojans he arayes At shore them to assail the trumpets sound And now Aeneas firmly set on ground Himself first set upon the rurall bands And for first hansell with his valiant hands Slaughters the Latines Therâ—n bold being slain VVho stoutly durst a bickering short maintain Against Aeneas whom he quickly foil'd And through's gilt arms with his heart-bloud him foil'd Lucas likewise he flew who when a childe Was cut out of the wombe of 's mother milde Whereof she dy'd though to thee Pâ—oebus faire He yet a young man consecrated were Yet could not scape this princes â—licing blade Hard by he Cysseus also slaughtered laid And mightie Gyas who with clubs did fight But both he slew Alcides arms too slight Did prove to save their lives their hands too weak And sire Melampus though he bold did break Through hazards great being Hercules his mate And Pharon as he fondly much did prate He through his gaping throat pierc'd with a dart And thou stout Cydon tasted hadst deaths smart Whiles thou faire Clytius with young douny chin Unfortunately followedst him to win To new but nought delights of love unchaste This Trojan prince had made thee death to taste Foulely affecting love of youths impure And thou hadst been deaths woefull subject sure Had not a troop of armed brothers stout All sonnes of Phorcus met him in the rout Being seven in number who seven darts did throw But to no end which partly clattered so Upon his shield and helmet back rebounding And Venus partly from his corps least wounding Putting them off Aeneas herewithall Unto his kinde Achates thus did call Bring me those darts for none in vain he threw At the Rutulians which proud Grecians slew In Trojan fields Then a great speare he took Which darted flew and flying fiercely strook And penetrating Maeons brazen shield Through corps and corslet he to death did yeeld Whose brother Alcanor unto him hies And held him up as he thus falling dies Whose arm that stayd him pierced was also The bloudy speare through's brauny arm did go And 's right hand dangling did his deaths wound show Numitor then pulls out the deadly dart From 's brothers bodie and with wrathfull heart Retorted it at Troyes Aeneas brave But there it could not the least entrance have And yet it wounded his Achates thigh Here Lausus full of juvenility And bold there by with troops attended came And throws at Dryopes vvith Martiall flame Standing aloof a deadly vvounding lance Which underneath his chin did fiercely glance And pierce his throat snatching thence voice and soule Whose face fell first to ground in 's gore most foule Three Thracians more of utmost Northern race And three of Ida's sonnes and Ismar's place By diverse deaths he furiously did slay Thither Halesus came in battell-ray With his Auruncian bands and thither came Messapus bold sprung from great Neptunes name Famous for riding horse All close contend Now these then those each other to offend I' th' edge of Italie Like two fierce vvindes I' th' open aire contending in their kindes With crosse contrarious blasts in equall might And neither they nor clouds nor sea in sight Yeeld to each other doubtfull long they jarre And stiffely crossely all maintain the warre Thus Trojan troops and Latine bands contend Thus foot to foot thus hand to hand they bend Their furious force But on another part Where pebble-stones lay all abroad most smart Roul'd up by vvaves and boughs and bushes thick About the banks most apt their feet to prick And so unfit for horsemen there to fight And such th' Arcadians were not footmen light Who to foot-battells unaccustomed They to the Latines turn'd their backs and fled Which Pallas spying th' onely staffe in straits He cries to them some prayes and some he rates With bitter words their hearts to re-incite Saying Sirs what mean ye whither take ye flight Now by your selves and by your valiant acts By your commanders great Euanders facts And conquering name and fame and my hopes great Which emulates our countreys praise compleat I you adjure trust not base flying feet But break through thickest
the Greeks lay lockt this opened Jade Lets out his armed intralls all 's displaid Tisander Sthenelus Vlysses sly Athamas Thoas down by ropes 'gan hie Ne'ptolemus Achilles Mach'on first Menelaus and Epeus the accurst Horse-enginer The citie they surround And set upon 't with sleep and drink all drown'd The watch they did destroy set ope the gates And thus rush in their arm'd confederates Just now were men in their first dead sleep cast Gods gratefull gift for mans most sweet repast And now behold me thought in dream I saw Before me Hector weeping whom foes draw Along in piteous plight at 's chariots tail Besmear'd as once with bloud and dust most pale Under 's wound-swelling feet his horse reins trail Ah how he lookt how chang'd from that brave Hector Which wore Achilles spoiles our States protectour Or darting Trojan-flames in Grecian barks His beard now smear'd haire glew'd with bloud-wound marks And skarres seen plain ta'ne at the siege of Troy And I me thought condoling his annoy Seem'd him to call and sadly thus to say O Dardanes light O Troyes true staffe and stay Why hast thou lingred long whence Hector brave Long lookt for cam'st thou that we wearie have Thy companie so late so many slain The citie spoil'd the people put to pain O what dire deed hath soil'd thy lovely cheeks Why art so wounded Not a word he speaks Or stayes a jot or answers what 's desir'd But when he had a deep fetcht sigh expir'd Flie heaven-born prince he sayes O flie this flame Foes have our forts fall'n flat is Troyes high frame Our king and state were well if Troy could stand And stand it should had strength been in our hand But now her Gods and pious rites to thee Troy recommends let these thy fates mates be With these seek out those walls and turrets high Which thou seas voyage ceas'd shalt edifie This said our countrey Gods holy headbands And altar-fire he put into my hands Meanwhile much woe our town inhabited And more and more though trees surrounding hid My fathers house which stood farre in yet still Warres rumbling roaring noise did sound most shrill I startled out of sleep did soon ascend Our highest turret listning eares to lend Even as fierce blasts fling flames and cornfields burning Or mountain flouds with swift careere o'returning O'reflow faire meads o'respread crank corn plow'd lands Tumble down headlong trees nought upright stands Which the poore silly shepherd stupifies When from 's high hill this rumbling stirre he spies Thus O even thus truth shown Greeks craft we knew First Deiphobus faire house they o'rethrew By flames represselesse then they set upon His neighbours house our kinde Vcalegon Sigaea's shores glistred with fierie blaze Mens screeks and cries trumpets shrill sound did raise I raging run to arms arm'd rashly fought Rudely rusht headlong into thickest rout Ranne to the towre hurried with wrath and rage Held it true honour life in death t' engage But now behold Panthus fled from Greeks power Panthus Apollos priest keeper o' th' tower Frantickly ranne to sea to flie the land Our Gods their sacred rites his sonne in 's hand To whom I cry'd O Panthus where's warres worst What towre may taken be This said he burst Into deep sighs and spake thus as he past Troyes fearfull fate is come this day 's our last We once were Trojans once this was faire Troy And Trojans grace now angrie Iove our joy Gives to the Greeks Greeks lord it over us Out citie fir'd we most calamitous The hiddie horse standing within our town Hath armed men disgorg'd fire up and down Sinon triumphant throws some strongly stand To keep our gates wide ope ne're did our land So many Grecian swarms behold some guard Our narrow lanes strong troups keep watch and ward With sharp drawn swords to th' death to fight most stout Our guards confus'dly fight hardly hold out Thus Panthus straight my heaven-spurr'd spirit me threw Into the hottest flame and fight I view Angry Erinnys noise annoise me guide Rhipheus and valiant Iphitus beside My Martiall mates agglomerate to me Hypanis Dymas vvay by moon-light see Great Mygdons sonne young Choroebus most stout VVho in those dayes by chance to Troy came out Caught with Cassandras captive love both he And his great Sire brought aid t' us Phrygians free Unhappy vvho the counsel vvould not heare Of his Cassandra prophetizing deare VVhom when I saw boldly to battell bent I thus bespake Brave youths of high intent O but in vain if flames of Martiall fire Kindle your courage honour true t' acquire Alas our cities fortune here you see Our Gods best goods all quite extinguisht be VVhich propt our state a citie burnt you 'd save Let 's die and rush through thickest rank most brave 'T is captives comfort no helps hope to have These vvords the Gallants hearts vvith rage did fire And straight as ravening vvolves at night desire Their whelps being left their paunch being hungerbit To range abroad to finde a prey most fit Through speares and spight of foes fearelesse to die VVe passe and to the midst o' th' citie hie Black night with sable shades doth us surround O vvho that nights great slaughter vvoes great wound Can explicate what teares equall those toiles A town of fame is fal'n long rich vvith spoiles Her streets are strew'd most thick vvith bodies slain Troyes unreveng'd bloud temples all doth stain Courage in conquered hearts vvas once made known Now-conquering Greeks vve once had overthrown But now vvhere e're vve look vve nought can spie But feares and teares and much mortalitie Androgeos then a Grecian captain stout VVe first affronted with his Grecian rout VVho taking us for friends thus friendly said Make haste brave Sirs vvhat loytring hath you staid VVhiles others sack and take all-fired Troy You scarce your ships have left help to employ This said he soon perceiv'd for no reply Fitting his minde vvas made that th' enemie Had close enclos'd him unawares afraid VVith heart and heels he made swift retrograde Like one that unawares tâ—eads suddenly On an earth-creeping snake vvhich close did lie 'Mongst pricklie thorns he quick starts from in feare The rage-swoln snake vvhich his blew neck doth reare Feare-dampt Androgeos thus flevv from our sight VVe follovved close closely maintain'd the fight On all sides fel'd our foes strangers to th' place And fill'd vvith feare fates did our first facts grace Choroebus courag'd vvith this good successe Cries out Brave mates let 's this faire path-vvay presse Let 's hold fast fortune by her friendly hand Let 's change our shields vvonne from this Grecian band And vveare their arms What courage can't craft may Slain foes vvill furnish us This said straightvvay Androgeos helmet faire and shield he bare And a brave Grecian blade by 's side he vvare The like did Dymas Rhipheus and the rest And vvith Greeks spoiles themselves they joyfull drest Then flew vve 'mongst the Greeks not by self-guide And
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
current so sayes fame Here undermines the sea by secret passe Which now into thy mouth Arethusas Falling confounded is in Sicils floud There vve advis'd adore those Gods so good Thence from Elorus fruitfull plains we put And through Pachinus rocks and crooks vve cut And sailing see unmov'd Camarina Gelo's large towns and torrent fierce Gâ—la Then ample Agragas struts stately high Of prauncing horses once a nurserie By thee date-bearing Sâ—linus I sail'd And Lilybeums hid rocks rough streams hail'd And thence I came to Drepanus sad shore Where having all my toiles at sea past o're Alas my father cure of all my care Anchises here I lost O father faire Here dost thou thy poore tired sonne forsake Alas did heaven thee from such turmoiles take And all in vain And nor Helenus vvise Who many hardships to me did premise Foreshew'd me this mishap this sorrow great Nor fierce Celaeno vvho much fright did threat Is this my labours this my travells scope Hath heaven me hither brought for this poore hope Thus grave Aeneas did himself relate To all their listning eares his God-given fate And all his voyages at large exprest And here did end and ceast and so took rest An end of the third book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the fourth book The queen incens'd with love-sick fires Her sister Annes advise desires Who blows the coals more ardently Whereat to Juno's deitie They sacrifice A hunting ride And Venus to their votes applide Fame spreads the fact by fates decree Aeneas charged thence to flee Prepares his shipping and his mates And thence to part he properates This Dido saw his stay assayd With teares and treats but all denayd On her built shrine in sacrifice With wofull words and wounds she dies BUt all this while the queen with love sore wounded Hugs her hearts harm with imbred flames confounded The mans rare parts she mindes much much does trace His noble nation and his words and face Engraves in heart Care cuts off all sweet rest Next morn when Sols bright rayes the earth had drest And Phoebus fair made moist mists heaven forsake She love-sick thus t' her siding sister spake Deare sister Anne what dreams me thus molest Who is this our so noble new-come guest How faire he seems how rare in power and grace I think nor vainly think he 's of Gods race Feare shews a cowards heart ah how hath he Been tost by fates what warre-woes shew'd he me Were he not in my heart fixt movelesly With nuptiall bands none living should me tie Since my first Love deceasing hath me fail'd Had I not hence marriage-bed rites quite vail'd I could perhaps this one love-slip embrace I 'le tell thee Nan since poore Sichaeus case My spouse slain by my brother at his shrines This onely windes my will my heart inclines To a forc'd fall I feel loves old flames power But may the earth gape wide and me devoure Or mightie Iove by lightnings force me die Yea die to hells black nights profunditie Before I thee sweet chastitie do blot Or wrong thy rites He which my love first got He has it holds it in his grave with him This said her eyes with teares stood full to th' brim Anne straight replies Sister to me more deare Then lovely light shall I thee onely heare Still to bewail thy youths continuance Void of sweet sonnes or Venus dalliance Think'st thou that graves or ghosts will this supply Say though all suiters once in nicitie Thou didst put off and Libyan lords neglect And king Iärbas whom Tyre did reject And other princely Peeres whom Africk land Enricht with spoiles dost still sweet love withstand Regard'st thou not whose land thou now dost hold Getulian towns a warlike people bold By proud Numidians hedg'd and swallowing Syrts Whereby unharbourous land thee round begirts And barbarous Barceans blustring all about Why talk I of our Tyrian warres burst out And of thy greedy brothers threatnings stout Truely I trust fair fates and Iuno kinde Drave t' us those Trojan ships with prosperous winde O what a citie sister shall wee see How rare a realm by such a spouse as he If Trojans trimme our troops what matchlesse praise Shall Tyrians to their noble actions raise Onely get thou the Gods good will then offer Thy sacrifice thy guest all kindnesse proffer And work out wayes him with thee to retain While tempests rage at sea while clouds drop rain While ships are rigging storms in skie remain These words loves kindled fire highly enflame Strengthen her stragling thoughts dissolve all shame First then to church they go favour to finde By sacrifice fat beasts to shrines they binde As us'd to Ceres their law-maker sweet To Phoebus Bacchus and as was most meet To Iuno first Goddesse of Nuptiall rite Here daintie Dido's self in beautie bright Holding in hand a cup of sacred wine 'Twixt the white heifers horns upon the shrine Poured it out 'fore the Gods statues faire At th' altars walks no gifts that day they spare And the beasts inwards opened inly eyes And seeks i' th' smoaking intralls auguries O shallow sight of priests what good do votes To love-sick soules what good do temples notes When all this while sly flames my pith consume And creeping Cupid holds my hearts best room Enflam'd is dolefull Dido like one mad And up and down the citie doth she gad Much like a silly deere pierct with a shaft At unawares by hunters cunning craft And with quick arrows chac'd through Creets thick woods Away the huntsman knows not where she skuds O're large Dictaean downs and springs her side The deadly arrow fixed fast doth hide So Dido now with her leads to and fro Her deare Aeneas shews him as they go Her Tyrian treasure citie readie made Readie to speak yet stops i' th' midst she made Now day declining to like banquets great She him invites and fondly doth intreat Again to heare his Trojan toils related And all the while her fixt affections waited Upon the speakers face But Cynthia pale Upon their parting having but a vail Of darknesse o're day-light and pendent spangles In skies mens eyes with drowsie sleep entangles In her void palace she alone laments And his forsaken seat her now contents Whom absent she as present heares and sees And young Ascanius dandles on her knees Catcht with the count'nance of the father right If thus her lawlesse love she lessen might She builds no towers begun no spirits brave Trains up in arms and now least care they have To raise strong forts for warre faire ports to land All 's interrupted all laid out of hand Their walls for height threatning the skies lie still Now Ioves deare Iuno findes this festring ill Not suffring fame her furie to restrain She with these words to Venus doth complain A proper piece of praise and pompous prize To you forsooth and to your yonker rise A goodly Godhead must you both hence clame If you two Gods one silly soule
do tame Nor am I ignorant you feare our powers And much suspect high Carthaginian towers But to what end is this vvhy do we strive Let 's rather practise peace at long-love drive And them in vvedlock joyn'd make live love thrive Thou hast thy hearts desire Poore Dido burns With extream love which her to phrensie turns Let 's then this people into one unite Let 's rule them both with equall love delight Let her her Trojan true-love serve obey And totall Tyre to thee large dowry pay To whom for well she saw she subt'ly spake Th' Italian kingdome frustrate thus to make Th' imperiall throne to Carthage to procure Thus Venus said who 'd be so senselesse sure This to deny or strife with thee t' endure If that thou say'st the fates would ratifie But by them I 'm distracted diversely If Iove to Tyrians and to Trojans grant Themselves in this one citie safe to plant To live together like the combination Thou art his wife try thou by impetration What he will do Go first I 'le follow thee Straight sayes queen Iuno Leave that work to me Now how what I desire we may effect Listen I pray I briefly will direct Aeneas and poore Dido do intend Next day i' th' woods in hunting sport to spend As soon as ever Titans lustrous ray Begins to beautifie the lightsome day I on them both a black thick cloud of hail And on his hastning followers will not fail With thunder to showre down whiles in great feare They winde the woods and search to chase the deere Their gallants gone enclos'd in clouds most black The Trojan prince and Dido I 'le bring back Into one cave we 'le both be present there And if with me thou like good liking beare She shall be Bride and I 'le them firmly wed Here shall their nuptialls be their marriage bed To these desires faire Venus with a smile Gives her consent glad to have found the guile And now from seas arose Aurora bright And Lucifer dayes harbinger in sight Young gallants nimbly flock about the gates And in their hands boare speares with iron plates Their nets gins grins troops of Massylian sparks Kennels of senting hounds with loud-mouth'd barks Prime Punick peeres at the queens chamber wait Who there herself was dressing in great state Her steed in stately trappings proudly stamps And in his mouth his foamie bridle champs At last the queen comes forth with tendance great Adorned with a Tyrian mantle neat Most richly wrought a golden quiver hangs Behinde her back her haire ty'd up with spangs And knots of gold buttons of beaten gold Her purple garments neatly clasp and hold The Trojan troops do also follow neare 'Mongst whom comes young Iülus with brave cheere But yet the first and fairest of them all This hunting-game doth prince Aeneas call Them to associate make the train compleat Like faire Apollo when his Delphick seat He glad revisits leaving Lycia cold And Xanthus streams and sacred feasts doth hold With his Epirian Cretian Scythian rout Of lords and lowns Parnassus round about Himself on Cynthus tops doth stalk in state His fragrant haire laid in a curious plate He bindes with tender boughs and wreaths with gold At 's back his quiver clattering shafts doth hold Lovely like him was now Aeneas pace Such sparkling splendour shone from his faire face Thus when the high hills they ascended had And search'd beast-couching holes and haunts most glad Behold a herd of wilde goats they espie Run down the tops of rocks and fast to flie From other parts he saw i' th' open plain A herd of deere to skip and skud amain And with their thick quick race to raise the dust Leaving the hills themselves in thickets thrust The lusty lad Ascanius ' midst the plains On 's nimble courser races runs maintains Outriding all ardently long to spie Some foaming boare 'mongst the mean beasts to flie Some lusty lion from the mountains high Meanwhile the heavens with stormie clouds are cloy ' Huge showers of hail the hunters soon annoy'd Whereat the Tyrian troops and Trojan train Yea Venus sonne himself flock all amain Disperst and scattered all with feare to hide Themselves in what next shelter they espi'de Great rainy flouds from hills do whirling glide In one cave Dido and Aeneas meet And first the earth and nuptiall Iuno sweet Work wedlock signes conjugall fire and aire Shew forth and wood-nymphs loud their loves declare This day began first cause of death of woe For neither future fame nor present show Doth Dido move nor to consulting came This surreptitious love which she did name Wedlock and under wedlocks name did hide This faulty fact which soon o're Libya wide Fame blows about even fame that fluttering ill Which thrives by flight and as it goes grows still Small first by feare strait stuft up wondrous high First goes on ground then hides its head i' th' skie Whose mother earth men say did her beget On extream fury which the Gods did fret Sister to Caeus and Enceladus By light-fleet quick wings expeditious Huge horrid elf with feathered corps so thick Such unseen eyes most strange for sight so quick So many tatling tongues and railing lips Such listning eares such nightly nimble skips She makes i' th' aire and in dark shades so squeaks That rest she takes none but sweet slumber breaks By day strait watch she keeps on supream seats Or palace turrets and towns fright and threats More full of fiction fraud then faithfulnesse With various voices in meere wantonnesse Stuffing the vulgar sort tatling about Things done or undone without feare or doubt The Troyes Aeneas was arived here That Dido faire wedded him as her Pheere That now a winter long their lusts they nourisht Carelesse of crowns they filthy folly cherisht This godlesse Goddesse spreads these mens mindes VVhich to Iärbas king accesse soon findes Wherewith he 's vex'd perplex'd exasperated From Ammon he by birth was generated And the deflor'd nymph Garamantide To Iove an hundred temples builded he Through his large realms an hundred shrines beside Where sacred unextinguisht fires did ' bide For dayes and nights incessant sacrifice Unto his Gods fraught with fat beasts likewise For burnt oblations all the doores throughout VVith flowers and garlands garnished about He mad with love with the harsh heare-say stung Forthwith 't is said unto his altars flung And ' midst his Gods his hands high elevated Iupiter thus he humbly invocated All powerfull Iove whom we black Moores adore To whom we our Lenaean liquors poure On right embroidered beds seest thou these things Or when great Iove thou on us earthly kings Dost flash forth lightnings feare we this in jest Do those cloud-hid flames vainly fright mans breast Make but a skarre-crow sound A woman late Who stragling to these parts did at a rate Purchase and plant a poore a petty town Whom subject to the statutes of our crown We license gave to plant and plow our land
appeare above the main Leviathans most huge old Glaucus train Mankinde Palaemon nimble Tritons thick And foamy Phorcus his attendants quick The left hand Thetis and the Mermaids keep Nisaeë Spio all sea-nymphs that sleep And love to live in waves Aeneas here His drooping thoughts with joy doth now re-cheare And bids his men their masts to raise with speed To stretch their sails Whereto they all proceed Their feet and force their hands and heart conjoyn To th' larboard or to th' starboard to incline Their sail-yards then they winde unwinde again All things concurre to make them sail amain But primely Palinurus guides them all All bend their course to his least beck or call And now was midnight neare when all took rest Spread on hard hatches thus from toyling ceast VVhen as soft sleeps slipt down from starrie skies And glancing through th' aires darknes way discries To pitch on thee poore harmlesse Palinure On thee to force sad sleep who sat'st secure Presenting to thee thy friend Phorbas face And speaking thus to thee in dreaming case See Iasian Palinure the very tide Makes thy ship sail faire gales it friendly guide Here 's time to rest lay down thy head and sleep And I for thee thy stern will carefull keep To whom vvith drowsie eyes sayes Palinure Wouldst thou me make in calmie seas secure And in faire streams fallacious dreams to trust And great Aeneas on false blasts to thrust With skies faire face have I so oft been gull'd For this This said his helm more close he pull'd Keeps fast his hold on 's starres fast fixt his eyes But now behold this God of sleep from skies Whisks a vvet branch of soporiferous dew Whose Stygian strength he o're his eye-brows threw Which soon his rowling eyes with sleep o'relaid Whos 's first loose lids on sudden nod scarce made When to himself the helm too closely stay'd He pulls the poop aside the rudder brast And over-board i' th' sea he 's headlong cast Crying for help unto his mates in vain And then this sleep-god flies to th' skies again The fleet for all this sails in safety By Neptunes promise in security And now Sirenes rigid rocks drew neare VVhich with huge heaps of bones did white appeare And then farre off the rocks rough roares they heard VVhen grave Aeneas from his sleep up-rear'd Perceiv'd their master lost the fleet to stray Himself by night the pilots part did play Lamenting much his old deare friends decay Ah too too credulous of sea and skie Deare Palinure in unknown sands must lie An end of the fifth book of Virgils Aeneïds THE ARGUMENT of the sixth book Aeneas safe at Cuma's lands By Sibyll strange things understands Misenus found and buried there From whom the hill its name doth beare The Gods appeas'd a branch of gold He beares along His course doth hold By Sibyls guide t' Avernus lake Knows Palmure great care does take To comfort Dido there being found Sees Deïphobus cruell wound Sibyll him shows the pains of hell Anchises meets him knows him well Rare things of Rome to him relates Which done he thence returns to 's mates THose weeping words so uttered swift he sails And gets to Cumas coasts with prosperous gales Foredecks they winde from sea sharp anchours tie Their settled ships which 'bout th◠shores do lie Out leap their nimble youth with high desire Of Latium land Some seek for sparks of fire Hid in hard flints some range the woods about The wilde-beasts dennes fresh springs and flouds finde out But good Aeneas to the towers did hie Where great Apollo hath supremacie The dungeon dark and cells of Sibyll grave To whom a heart and minde Apollo gave Inspir'd with wisedome future things to know Then to Diana's groves guilt rooms they go Fame sayes when Daedalus from Creet did flie On wax-swift wings he boldly flew i' th' skie To the cold North gliding by uncouth way On Cumas turrets he at last did stay Here first ariving safe great Phoebus he Offered his wings built temples faire to thee Upon whose gates Androgeus death doth stand And how oh woe th' Athenians by command Seven sonnes and daughters yeare by yeare did slay There pots for drawing lots behold we may Above the sea their Candy countrey's seen And there was pourtray'd Pasiphäe the queen And by her stood her loathsome love a bull With whom by art her lust was serv'd at full Whose monstrous mixture foulely did produce A two-form'd Minotaure of base abuse A monstrous monument That house was here Whose Labyrinthick labour did appeare In its amazing maze But Daedalus Pitying the queens love most notorious Found out the houses sleights Meanders strange Led by a threed through all the crooks did range And thou O Icarus hadst had great share Had not grief hindred in this work so rare Twice he assay'd thy fate in gold to paint And twice i' th' work thy fathers hand did faint Yea all those famous facts they had survay'd Had not Achates sent before them stayd And with him Deiphobe brought no lesse Apollo's and Diana's Prophetesse Who thus sayes to the king This time requires No pleasing spectacles to th' eyes desires But now out of thy droves seven heifers faire Go sacrifice and seven good sheep prepare According to old wont This to him said Her holy hests Aeneas straight obey'd The Trojans then she to th' huge temple calls Into a cave cut out o' th' mightie walls Of Cumas mount an hundred wayes most wide Leading thereto an hundred doores beside Where hundred voices roare Sibylls replies To th' porch they came when as the virgin wise Sayes Now 's the time the fates decrees to know Here 's God ah see the God! who saying so Her visage straight was changed at the doore And her complection was not as before Her haire did stare her heart did pant with feare Strange extasies her swelling thoughts did reare She greater personage seems no voice humane She seems to have since she did neare remain Unto the Gods great power therewith inspir'd And stand'st thou still sayes she when prayer 's requir'd Trojan Aeneas stand'st thou still I say Shall not these fearefull rooms till thou dost pray Ope their wide mouths This having said she ceast Straight on the Trojans trembling feare increast Then thus the king humbly did supplicate Great Phoebus who dost still commiserate Troyes tedious toiles who Paris hand didst guide And mad'st his shaft to pierce Achilles side By whom so many land-enclosing seas I entred have and passed with sweet ease And through most farre remote Moroco lands Through many deep and dangerous quick-sands And now at last in shrinking Italie Have safe ariv'd and hitherto past by The various fortunes which have us still tended O now 't is time your indignation ended Great Gods and Goddesses whom Ilium brave And glorious Dardan much provoked have And thou most sacred priest which dost foresee Future events grant for I ask of thee But kingdomes due by destinies
who by false sentence dy'd Yet lot and law these to their place apply'd Minos th' inquisitour the lots doth cast And spies and tries their lives and follies past Next they lie mourning who with guiltlesse smart Hating their lives their own hands pierce their heart Then though they spilt their bloud yet now'd be glad To suffer earths worst toiles then hells pains bad But fates forbid and hells most loathsome lake And Styxes nine-fold streams tie them to th' stake Not farre from thence lie all the fields about For so men call them of the weeping rout Here all whom tyrannizing love did slay With piercing passions these in by-paths lay Hid under myrtle boughs whose grief of heart Still stings them and in death doth not depart Here he beheld Procris and Phaedra faire Eriphyle her sonnes wounds laying bare Euadne he and Phasiphe did finde And Laodamia to her pheere most kinde Caeneus now a woman once a lad Yet re-transfigur'd for her follies bad 'Mongst whom he spi'de Sidonian Dido there Wandring i th' wood her love-wound fresh t' appeare WhoÌ„ Troyes brave prince approaching near scarce knew Through the thick shade like Luna whose first view A man through clouds doth see or thinks he sees He weeps and speaks such sugred words as these Distressed Dido ah that sad report Was too too true brought to me from thy court That thou wast dead and with a sharp sword slain Alas sweet lady I did cause thy bane Yet I protest by starres and deities And by firm faith if under ground it lies I left thy land faire queen against my minde And here the Gods commandments me do binde To traverse up and down these foggy shades Through thornie paths and deep dark dumpish glades Nor could I e're beleeve that it could be That my departure could so cruciate thee Ah stâ—y vvith me fly not away so fast Whom shun'st thou since this talk must be our last Thus spake Aeneas thinking therewithall To swage their grief and flouds of teares let fall She frowning fixt her angry eyes on ground Nor was more mov'd with all he could propound Then is hard flint or Parus rock obdure At last she from him breaks into obscure And bushy vvoods flying most angrilie VVhere her first spouse Sichâ—â—â— courteously Answered her vvoes vvith equall love repayd At this hard hap Aeneas vvas dismay'd Yet vveeping follows her aloof apace Lamenting much her absent vvofull case Thence on he goes and at the last they came To th' utmost fields where men of Martiall fame Did walk about here he Tydeus meets And Mars-like Parthenopeus kindely greets Adrastus gastly ghost and here he spies Such Trojan lords as caus'd full weeping eyes They being slain in warre he knows them all In their rare ranks and many a teare le ts fall Glaucus Thersilocus Medon all three Antenors sonnes he sadly there did see Polybetes great Ceres priest most stout Idaeus still in 's chariot drawn about Still brandishing his blade soules thick do flock On both sides making him their gazing-stock One sight sufficeth not they stay stand still Make neare approach and know the cause they will Why how he came But Greeces peeres most stout And those of Agamemnons warre-like rout Spying the man and his drawn glistering blade Through the thick mists extreamly all afraid Some flie away as once to ship to get Some gape to speak whose gapes their speech do let And here at last he saw in wofull case King Priams Deïphobus mangled face And all o're wounded corps most cruelly Yea his faire face defac'd uncomelily His broken brows both hands both eares and nose All quite cut off by his most barbarous foes Scarce he him knew trembling in wofull wise Lab'ring to hide those dire deformities Yet in a well known tone thus he cries out Deare Deïphobus valiant stern and stout Sprung from Troyes royall stemme what savage minde To take such foule revenge in 's heart could finde O who had power to use abuse thee so Fame did report and I nought else did know But that in dead of night thou wearied With slaying Greeks didst fighting fall down dead On heaps of them Then I in vain did frame On Rhetian shores a tombe unto thy fame And to thy soule sent three salutes most deep And made that place thy name and fame to keep Thy body there faire friend I could not see Nor as I would my countrey left give thee A worthy buriall Deïphobus here Sayes Nothing 's left undone O friend most deare To Deïphobus thou all dues hast payd All buriall rites but here alas I 'm stayd And drown'd in this distresse by fates decree And base Lacaena's fatall villanie She left me these sad monuments of woe For as we all you cannot choose but know And too too well remember that last night Did spend in frolick but most false delight When first that fatall horrid horse o'releapt Our Trojan walls when from his paunch out stept His swelling troops of armed foot-men fierce She feigning votes in Bacchanalian verse Led up and down our quaffing Phrygian dames And in her hand held forth bright burning flames And from their camps call'd out the Grecians bold Then cumbring cares and sleepinesse did hold Me prest to rest in my unhappie bed And sweet deep sleep had me now vanquished And laid like one quite dead This worthy wife Meanwhile my arms the safegard of my life And trusty sword purloyn'd and stole away Set my doores ope call'd in without delay Her Menelaus hoping thus to endere His love to her and all past ills to cleare What needs more words they burst into my bed Together with Vlysses mischiefs head Great Gods repay those Greeks with vengeance due If it be just which I request of you But what strange chance hath brought thee thus alive To us Tell me likewise what seas did drive Thee to these parts or was 't the Gods decree Or to these toiles hath fortune forced thee To tread these sad and sunlesse wearying wayes Thus with this talk Aurora's radiant rayes Had guilded half-o're heavens huge axletree And haply all their time thus spent might be But that the Sibyll his most watchfull mate Said Good Aeneas night doth properate And we with weeping waste the time in vain Here see the way divides it self in twain 〈…〉 way which leads by Pluto's gate Will bring us the right way t' Elysium straight But the left leads to Tartars torturing cell The place where damned soules are plagu'd in hell Then Deïphobus said Prime priest be still If I offend I 'le back my number fill And shelter me in shades Go thou O go Thou glorie of our land the heavens bestow Better good luck on thee This having said As soon as spoke away from them he made Aeneas quick lookt back and soon espi'de A spacious castle on a rocks left side With a strong threefold mightie wall surrounded Which Phlegethons fierce fierie river bounded And did thick ratling stones evaporate Before
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
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
the sea resides Their scattered fires huge fume and smoak up-cast Shew that this happy hap may not be past Or pretermitted and if you give way T' Aeneas to Pallant'um passe we may And this brave youth you 'le see return again Enricht with spoiles of foes defeated slain Nor can we by this means misse of our way We saw and knew by hunting every day I' th' bottome of deep dales the river faire And much o' th' town to which we would repaire Alethes ripe in yeares both grave and wise Said O our Gods who Troy do patronize As yet I see ye minde not to blot out Poore Trojans name since such brave youths so stout Such valiant hearts ye still unto us raise Thus speaking on their necks his hands he layes And holding both their hands with teares of joy He thus sayes on What praise what prize can Troy Repay to you brave youths of so rare parts The Gods will best requiâ—e your due deserts And good Aeneas will not be behinde Nor ripe Ascanius blot out of his minde Such meritorious deeds yea and I will Sayes young Ascanius for my joyes ye fill In my deare fathers safe return to me By our great Gods Nisus I sweare to thee And thy kinde mate by all our sacred kinne And by the aged Vesta's rites within That whatsoever fate or fortune's mine Into your bosomes it shall full incline Call back my father let me see his sight And nothing then can me molest affright Two silver bowls richly engraven and wrought Both which my father from Arisba brought When it was ruin'd by Achilles bold Two three-leg'd cups two talents of pure gold A bason brave given by queen Dido faire And if Italia chance to be our share And we by conquest do enjoy that crown And 'mongst us part the prey with high renown Thou saw'st what horse what arms rich Turnus had All those thou saw'st thy valiant heart to glad Assure thy self brave Nisus shall be thine Besides my father hath twelve matrons fine And captives twelve with all their ornaments And all king Latines lands and continents All these my father shall bestow on thee For thee faire youth whose yeares come nearest me Thee in my bosome of best love I take Thee my companion in all states I 'le make No fame by facts will I without thee gain In peace or warre thy counsel shall be ta'ne To whom Euryalus made this replie Faire sir no time shall finde me falsifie My promise in such high designes as these Yet fortune good or bad as heaven shall please May on us fall But thee this one thing I 'Bove all thy gifts intreat most earnestly I have a mother sprung from Priams race Whom neither Troy through its now captiv'd case Nor kinde Acestes realm poore heart could stay But with me she hath travel'd all our way Her I alas now unsaluted leave Ignorant what dire fate may to me cleave By this dark night and thy right hand I sweare That I could not her tender weeping beare Upon our parting I thee therefore pray In her distresse to be her staffe and stay To help her in her need If this request Thou to me grant my heart will be at rest And I the boldlier shall all hazards trie The Trojans hearts hereat melt instantly Who fell aweeping but Iülus chief Toucht at the heart between great joy and grief At this rare copie of connative love Which in 's affection this reply did move I promise and protest all said and done Is highly worthy such an honour'd sonne Thy mother shall be mine in all the same With my Creüsa save alone in name Nor such a sonne to have is honour small Whats'ever issue do this fact befall Now by this head I sweare by which before My father upon oft occasions swore What I thee promis'd safe return'd again Shall to thy mother and thy kinne remain Thus weeping spake he and from 's neck did take A rare gilt sword which Lycaon did make With curious art in ivorie scabbert rare Which he bestow'd upon Eury'lus faire To Nisus Mnestheus gave a lions skin Huge rough with haire which had a conquest bin Friendly Alethes did his helm exchange And thus they armed valiantly forth range Whom to the gates the Trojan gallants guide Both young and old and them with prayers plide Chiefly Ascanius grave beyond green yeares Expressing wisely manly filiall feares Follows them fast with prayers and messages Unto his father in their passages But all alas they spake flew into th' aire And to the clouds in vain they vented are Thus then gone forth they o're the trenches past And by dark night to foes camp came at last To many of them first dire death to bring There all-about neglected lies each thing The men laid on the grasse with wine and sleep O're whelmed all no watch their carts do keep Men 'mongst horse-harnesse lay here wine-pots stood There armour lay nothing in order good Nisus hereat first to Euryalus said Deare friend our way must now with blows be made This way we must and lest assaults behinde Do us infest have thou a watchfull minde And keep a distance off wide way I 'le make And all these vast impediments hence take This said he silent was and instantly Upon proud Rhamnes he set furiously Upon a rich wrought Arras carpet stretcht Who in a deep-drunk sleep his last breath fetch 't A king and southsayer which king Turnus joy'd But southsaying could not this great mischief void Three of whose servants lying neare were slain And Rhemus page and coachman quickly ta'ne Under his horses Both whom he left dead Cut both their throats cut off their masters head Leaving his headlesse trunk tumbling i' th' mire Soil'd with black bloud his soule and breath t' expire And to sigh out the beds and ground about Reaking warm fumes with gore that gushed out Besides Lamirus Lamus Serranus A brave young spark that night most riotous With Bacchus drunken bands his body bound Happy had he all night been playing found Even untill day But rav'ning lion-like For famine fierce made him the sheepfold strike Infesting all the flock he teares and spoiles The silly sheep and chaps with blood besoiles Whiles they lie mute for feare no lesse also Euryalus with slaughter on doth go And he in wrath raging about him layes And numbers of the namelesse vulgars slayes Hebesus Fadus Rhoetus Abaris He unawares did cause deaths cup to kisse But Rhoetus was awake and all this ey'd And base behinde a huge bowl did him hide From his fierce foe who seen was follow'd fast And with a fierce full wound his weapon past Into his sheathing corps with which deep blow His crimson gory soule doth belching flow And flie away mixing his bloud and wine Thus hotly he by stealth doth on incline And now unto Messapus mates he came And found their fires lifting their latest flame And all their horse at grasse about them ty'd Then briefly thus sayes Nisus
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
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