Goes forth next morn as soon as day grew light To search new corners see what shores he found Who dwelt there for 't was all rude untill'd ground Or men or beasts and to his mates made known What he found out His ships tied safe each one Under a concave rock tall trees did hide With mighty boughs Achates by his side A brandisht lance in 's hands with strong steel lin'de Whom's mother Venus met i' th' wood most kinde With Spartane virgins arms coat count'nance-grace Or like horse-tiring Harpalace of Thrace Or like swift Hebrus in its nimblest flight For on her shoulders hung she huntresse right A comely bow her haire dangling i' th' winde Knees bare breasts ope her coat tuckt up behinde And first she sayes Sirs saw ye shew me pray Any of my sisters wandring by this way Arm'd with their quivers clad with leopards hide The foaming boare with loud noise to outstride Thus Venus and thus Venus sonne Faire dame None of thy sisters by us this way came Or hard or seen O whom may I thee deem For by thy voice and face I thee esteem No mortall but a Goddesse sure thou art Ioves sister or some nymph O let thy heart Pitie our piteous toils shew us we pray Under what clime and in what parts we stray Of place and persons ignorant we be By windes and waves forc'd hither as you see Thine altars shall with offrings loaded be Then Venus Sure such grace for me 's too great Our Tyrian damsels weare their quivers neat High on their legs they purple buskins lace The Punick realm Tyrians Agenors place Are these but Libyan bounds a warlike nation Whereof Tyres Dido hath due domination Fleeing her brother long 's the injurie Long the discourse but of the heads briefly Her sponse Sichoeus was most rich in ground To whom poore soule her love did much abound To whom she soon a virgin pure was married But as his right Tyres crown her brother carried Pygmalion base in ill surpassing all 'Twixt whom great wrath and discontent did fall Whence blinde with love of gold he impiously Supine Sichaeus made 'fore th' altar die Carelesse of 's sisters love this fact long hid With base faire shews and much false hope he fed Her love-sick heart Till in her sleep by night Her deare unburied sponses gastly sprite To her appear'd shew'd his thin death-pale face Sword-pierced corps the altars foule disgrace And all his houses hid-ills known did make Wisht her to take swift flight her land forsake Of unknown earth hid treasures he her told Way-helping wealth much silver and old gold Dido herewith provokt for flight and friends Makes way And all whom hate o' th' tyrants ends Or sâ—avish feare kept down combin'd and preyd On ships found readie where their wealth they laid And fled with what Pygmalion hop'd to have A lady foremost in this fact so brave Hither they came where now strong towns thou seest And Carthage kingdome new now faire increast And whence 't was first nam'd Byrsa's well bought ground So much as one bulls hide could circle round But who are ye whence came ye whither bent To whom he first a deep fetcht sigh did vent From 's heart then forc'd these words O Goddesse faire If I should all from first to last declare And thou hadst time to heaâ—e our toils related Ere I could end day would be terminated We from old Troy if ere of Troy th' hast heard Upon these Libyan shores by tempests rear'd Through rigid seas are here arriv'd And I Whose fame transcends the skies for pietie Am good Aeneâ—s in my ships I have My countrey Gods whom I from foes did save I of Ioves race Latiâ—e my land would finde With twentie ships Troyes shores I left behinde A Goddesse mother guide following my fate Scarce seven ships left from weaâ—her-torn estaâ—e I a poore pilgrim range through Libyan woods From Europe Asia forc'd These plaintive flouds Venus here stops and midst his moan sayes thus Who ere thou art for sure most gracious Thou art to th' Gods who thus art come to Tyre Go on and for the queens faire court enquire For all thy fleet and followers most kinde I thee assure â—ail safe with prosperous winde Unlesse my heaven-â—aught angurie me blinde Behold â—welve swans fluâ—â—'ring their wâ—ngs with joy Escapt from th' eagles swâ—â—ping clawâ— annoy I' th' open aire pursu'd now downward bent Landed or landing with a joynt consent And as they safe sport with spread silver wing And circular assembled swan-songs sing Even so thy ships and thy associates brave With full sail neare or now the haven have Go on then as the path leads take thy way This said she turn'd her roseall necks bright ray Glistred sweet sents from her Ambrosian haire Distill'd her robe hung down her feet most faire And by her gate she shew'd a Goddesse right He with these words follows his mothers flight Now known Oh why dost thou thy sonne delude With oft false shapes why might we not include Kinde hand in hand and words for words have chang'd Thus he her blam'd thus to the town he rang'd But Venus with a mist these trav'lers clad And in a coat-like cloud o'respread them glad That none might see them â—urt them force them stay Or ask the reason why they went that way Herself to Paphos flies glad to revise Her mansions temples where at sacrifice An hundred altars smoak with frankincense And fragrant smell with garlands excellence They the meanwhile presented paths pursu'd And now they clim'd a hill which over-view'd Most of the town towres turrets multitude Aeneas wonders at the fabrick faire Once cottages the gaâ—es states streetwayes rare The Tyrians busie some thick walls to make To raise strong forts stones up in heaps to rake To dig enclosures house foundations fit Magistrateâ— making laws in counsel â—it Some shippy havens contrive some raise faire frames And rock hewen pillars for theatrick games Like busie-buzing bees in flowery May Working most nimbly in a sun-shine day When they thick swarms put out with honey sweet Their waxen combes to fill and furnish meet Unburthning loaded bees combining strong To drive out drowsie droans their hives which wrong Hot grows their waxie work sweet grow the smells Of their mellifluous odoriferous cells Oh sayes Aeneas men most fortunate Whose walls thus rise whose town so full of state Thus strange to tell cloath'd with the cloud he enters And all unseen midst the thick rout adventers I' th' heart o' th' town was a faire shady grove To which place first windes waves the Tyrians drove And driven set a signe by Iuno shown A horse-head found i' th' ground they should be known A potent people a most warlike nation There therefore unto Iuno's adoration Sidonian Dido rais'd a temple faire Garnisht with gifts and riches wondrous rare Sacred to Iuno with brasse steps ascending Brasse-joynted beams brasse doores on hinge depending Here first i' th' wood new matter tempered
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
freed from Libyan floud O thou who onely Troyes true friend hast stood Tendring our toiles us lands seas Greeks-remain Drawn drie with woes most poore dost entertain In towns and tenements O how shall we Repay condigne deserved thanks to thee Faire queen we cannot nor hath Troyes spoil'd nation Ought left wherewith to make gratification The Gods if good men they a jot regard If justice or good conscience they reward Reward you worthily What Halcyon dayes What honoured stemmes so rare a branch could raise Whiles flouds shall flow while Sol gives mount-beams bright While spangling stars in skie give twinkling light Thy noble name and fame I 'le glorious make In all parts as I passe As thus he spake Aeneas in 's right hand Achates took With 's left Serest Gyan the rest he shook Dido at first astonisht with the states Of such brave men thus them exhilarates What churlish chance faire Goddesse sonne what might Hath thee on barbarous banks forc'd in such plight Art thou Aeneas whom Anchises old On Venus got by Phrygian Simois cold How Teucer came to Sidon now I minde Forc'd from his state hoping good help to finde To be by Belus repossest of 's crown My father Belus then with high renown Warring on wealthie Cyprus wonne the same And from that time I knew Troyes fate and fame Thy great renown thy Grecian princes high And how Troyes foe Troyes fame did magnifie Wishing himself sprung from Troyes progenie Go on therefore faire Sirs inhabit here For I have not of such like woes been cleare But forc'd by fate am setled in this place Thus knowing wo I pity a wofull case This she recounts and to her princely court Aeneas brings and then she doth resort To th' temples sacrifice sending by scores Twentie fat ox an hundred rough hair'd boares An hundred ews and lambes to th' ships to 's mates God-pleasing gifts heaven-cheering delicates But th' inner rooms with princely pomp were drest And with a bounteous banquet love exprest Rich hangings of most rare wrought tapestry Cupboards of massy plate where curiously Were graven the famous facts continued storie Of potent peeres and of her nations glorie Aeneas for paternall love now may No longer linger swiftly sent away Achates to Ascanius to the shore To shew these things and bring him them before All fathers joy in 's gemme Ascanius lay And bad him bring Troyes rich sav'd garments gay A costly coat embroidered thick with gold A mantle wrought with flowres rich to behold Faire Helens vestments which from Greece she brought When Troy and unchaste nuptialls there she sought Her mother Leda's gorgeous gifts they were Beside the scepter which Ilion faire King Priams eldest daughter us'd to hold A neck-pearle bracelet massie crown of gold Achates this rich present to present Skips to the ships with joy and high content But Venus new inventions new plots findes Her Cupids count'nance first to change she mindes And him for young Ascanius to bring in The love-sick queen with gifts to love to winne For why the Tyrians double tongues she fear'd Their hollow hearts and Iuno's wrath uprear'd These nightly thoughts she thinks Her winged childe Cupid she therefore calls with terms most milde And sayes Sweet sonne my sole my soveraigne might Ioves darling deare who thunder-claps dost sleight To thee I flie seeking thy sacred aid Thou seest my sonne thy Trojan brother made The scorn of seas and shores by them still chaste Through Iunoes wrath which thou condoled hast Him Dido has and holds with speeches faire Yet I lest Carthage courtesies ensnare Much feare In active times delayes are vain I therefore plot how first by some slie train To catch the queen with love-flames her to heat Lest Iuno change her love which now seems great Thus with me mine Aeneas still t' affect Which how to do observe I 'le thee direct The Princely boy my joy mine onely care By 's fathers will for Carthage doth prepare Carrying rich gifts preserv'd from flames and flouds Of Troy Him fast asleep in Cythers woods I 'le hide or on fierce Ida's holy hâ—ll That none preview and so prevent our skill Assume his shape but for one onely night And the childs childish face in 's fathers sight That when the joyfull queen shall thee embrace And at her princely bounteous banquet place Hugging thee in her arms give kisses sweet Loves poys'nous potion hid-fire her may greet This love-lad straight his mothers minde obeyes Goes like Iülus wings away he layes But Venus laid Ascanius fast asleep And in her bosome tend'red did him keep Laid him in Ida's grove on shadie bed With fragrant thyme and Marjoram o'respread And now goes Cupid to discharge his charge Led by Achates with his gifts most large And princely presents And now come to court The queen on carpets rich in regall port Sate in the midst of her magnifique state Next grave Aeneas then conglomerate The Trojan troops on purple carpets spread Water for hands faire towells salt and bread The servants brought Fiftie faire maids beside Tended within whose care was to provide And dresse the meat and fires on altars make An hundred damsells more and men care take To set the banquet and to see cups fill'd And troops of Tyrians as the queen had will'd Sate on th'embroidred beds wondring to see Aeneas gifts Iülus raritie His God-like shining face words quaintly coyn'd His coat and cov'ring richly wrought and lin'd Chiefly Sidonian Didoes minde and sight On nothing else could muse or take delight Unsatiate to behold her after-bane The lovely lad and gifts which prov'd her pain He having hung on fathers neck and arms And fed yea fill'd him with feign'd loving charms Runnes to the queen On whom she clasps her eyes Clings to him in her heart sometimes likewise She hugges him in her bosome ignorant How great a God her Love came to supplant But he now minding what his mother will'd Makes her forget her good Sichaeus kill'd Slily and slowly blows dead coals fresh burning Her love-dull'd heart to loves delights returning Their first feast finisht tables ta'ne away They bring huge bowls and wine-pots garnisht gay VVith mirth their rooms all ring and loudly sound In golden lamps great lights are placed round VVhich burn so cleare that light doth night confound Here the queen caus'd a wine-bowl rich and great Forthwith to be fill'd up with wine compleat The same which Belus us'd and all his race Then silence made she said with comely grace Great Iove for thou guest-laws men say dost frame Do thou the day on which the strangers came To Tyrians and to Trojans happifie And blissefull make to our prosperitie Mirth-making Bacchus help us Iuno deare And you my Tyrians strive these guests to cheare This said the wine-bowl in her hand she took Temp'rately toucht it first with princely look VVith checking charge to Bitâ—as she it gave VVho quickly quaft off the whole cupfull brave Of foamy vvine after him all the rest
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
intreat her sister sad Who to and fro beares weeping errands bad But none of all her treats or bitter teares Remove his thoughts do move his dam'd-up eares For fates forbade and Iove his eares had clos'd As an old oak most furiously oppos'd Which Alpine pushing puffs now here now there Tossing and tumbling strive to over-beare The blast flies on bends the high boughs to ground The stock sticks fast on a rock firm and sound And as the more to th'winde top-branches bend The more the root doth ground-hold apprehend No otherwise with words and woes this prince Is tost turmoil'd here there his heart t'evince But he 's unmov'd teare-flouds flow out in vain Whereat poore Dido full of grief and pain Desires to die and hates the skies cleare sight Fitlier to slay herself and leave the light Then laying gifts on incense-smoaking shrines She saw fearefull to say her sacred wines And pour'd-out liquors turn'd to putred bloud Which none no not her sister understood Beside there was within her palace faire Her former husbands marble temple rare Which she did honour with most high respect And with white fleeces and gay garlands deckt From whence she seem'd to heare her husbands call And that when nights dark curtain covered all Yea and to heare the scritch-owl all alone On houses tops oft times to make strange moan With fearefull fatall noates long screeks and cries Beside feare-threatning ancient prophesies Her terrify'd in nightly visions she Aeneas cruell self doth seem to see Pursuing her enrag'd She still alone Left to herself not waited on by one Is seen to stragle farre in deserts strange To seek her Tyrians seems abroad to range Much like mad Pentheus scar'd with haggs of hell And oftwo suns two Thebes feign'd then to tell Or like Orestes vext with furies dire When from his mother arm'd with ragefull fire And stinging serpents mad he made away Revengefull furies at the threshold lay So she enrag'd o'recome with grief and woe Resolves to die how to this work to go Thinks with herself for fittest time and way And thus to her sad sister doth she say Cheere in her cheeks her fact hid in her face I have the way deare sister in this case Now joy with me either to keep him here Or from his love my self firmly to cleare Neare th' oceans end upon the Western side Lies Aethiopa farre from us and wide Where heaven-upholding mighty Atlas stands And ardent sun-shine scorcheth up the lands A grave Massylian priest came hence to me His sisters temples keeper said to be Who fed the dragons kept the fruit divine Whose humid honey doth to sleep incline Even soporiferous poppie She assures By charms to love-sick mindes she cures procures In whom she lists and whom she lists makes love Extreamly stops swift streams yea starres above Turns retrograde she nightly ghosts can raise Can make the ground to groan with strange amaze And trees to run down hills she frights and frayes Now by the Gods deare sister I protest By thee and thy sweet soule I am thus prest To use these magick spells against my will Thou then good sister build up with best skill A pile of wood in th'inner court on high And lay thereon the sword which impiously He stuck up by our bed his garments all Yea my bride-bed where I took fatall fall For so this priest bad me bring all I can Belonging to that false nefarious man And bad me burn them This thus said she ceast And death-pale colour in her cheeks increast Her sister Anne suspecting nought herein That she new sacred death dues did begin Nor could conceive she such rage did retain Or greater grief then for Sichaeus slain Does not therefore her sisters charge refrain But now the queen the pile in th' open aire In th' inner court erected fitted faire Great boards and billets pitch and tarre layes on Flowers cypresse boughs and branches ties upon This fatall herse his cloaths sword left behinde His picture eke she to this bed doth binde Knowing the issue Altars stand about And now the priest her haire-spread loose cries out On her three hundred Gods Erebus deep Chaos and threefold Hecates to weep And triple-fac'd Diana sprinkling wide The feigned liquors which in Styx abide Then tender herbs are sought out by Moon-light And cropt and cut with sithes and sickles might And with white milk black poisons pestilent Andfrom a young Foals front incontinent They pluck the Mares pois'nous beloved bit Before the mare from 's brow devoureth it Dido herself with sacred gifts in hands One foot unbound cloathes loose at th' altar stands Readie to die the Gods she obtestates And powerfull planets patrons of her fates Yea whatsoever sacred power there were That just and tender mindefulnesse did beare To lovers which unequall yokes did weare And now 't was night when weary limbes at ease Slept sweetly woods were still and calm the seas And now starres course came to their middle height And every field and bird and beast by night Yea every liquid lake and whatso'ere The wide sharp thorny countrey coasts did beare Lay still all fast asleep devoid of cares Their slumbring hearts forgetfull of affaires But wofull Didos heart no nap could take Nor all the night one nod or wink could make Her cares increase her raging love reboiles And with huge flames of furie her turmoiles And thus she stands and thus breathes out hearts wo What shall I do shall I derided go Back to my wonted wooers meek must I Marriage desire with those whom scornfully I oft refus'd or must I not apace Flie to the Trojans fleet quickly embrace Their last and worst commands will it not sure Do well help to their helper to inure Old favours ought with thankfulnesse be paid But say I would who herein would me aid Or scorned me to their proud ships admit Alas fond fool know'â—t thou not fully yet See'st thou not sensibly the perjurie Of Trojans And what then shall onely I Fly to those jocond sailours shall I fall Upon them with my Tyrian armies all And cause them whom with me I scarce could force From their Sidonian city take recourse To sea again and make them sail with me No rather die as 't is most fit for thee Thy self from sorrow with thy sword set free You sister you o'recome by my first teares My love-pierc'd heart now load with these fierce feares And â—e expos'd unto my flying foe Might I not well have liv'd unyoked so As do bruit beasts unstung with such sharp woe Not having kept faith to Sichaeus plighted With these complaints her heart she sore affrighted Aeneas in 's tall ship resolv'd to sail Yet lies a sleep all fit for his avail To him in sleep appear'd the Gods form right That formerly he saw the same face bright In all like Mercurie colour and voice With yellow haire his corps of youthfull choice Who seemed thus him to advise again Canst thou O Goddesse sonne
stations now with joy all view'd about And much affected vvith this friendly rout Epitides seeing them all addrest VVith a loud lash and sound the signe exprest Straight all break out and three by three disperse And back again revoked their reverse And at there breasts their nimble speares they set Fetching careeres and thence crosse courses met And with crosse distance fetch crosse compasse round Rushing on adverse rings like vvarre profound In hottest skirmish now turn backs to flight VVhereat enrag'd their darts they at them smite And yet anon in peacefull wise shake hands Much like the Laborynthick maze which stands In Creet enclos'd with walls most intricate With thousand anxious wayes to ambulate Whose unfound paths do wearie walkers tire And in and out Meanders all admire Even so the Trojan striplings skip about And flights and fights by sporting in and out Neatly contrive like Dolphins in the main Whose frisks and skips much sport i' th' waves maintain These courses combats and this custome rare Ascanius first did found and new repaire When spacious Alba he with walls did frame And taught old Rome to celebrate the same As he a childe as Trojan lads had shown The ancient Albanes they to theirs made known This pretty sport from them the Romanes old Long after did forefathers honour hold This children now call Troy Trojan troops name And thus farre now unto his fathers fame These pleasant sports perform'd and celebrated Here fortune her faire face first transmutated For whiles they sport about his fathers tombe Iuno send Iris in a pelting fume Unto the Trojan fleets and gives her winde Much mov'd and still old grudges born in minde Iris i' th' rain-bows thousand colours speeds Unseen of any virgin-like proceeds With expeditious haste huge troops doth meet Sees the forsaken shores ports naked fleet But yet the Trojan wives farre off did keep In private banks and for the losse did weep Of old Anchises weeping as they stood They all beheld the mightie ocean floud Crying Alas what sea-toiles yet remain To us tyr'd soules all sighing in one strain Wishing a citie loathing more sea-pain Dame Iris 'mongst them slilie thrusts in place Suspectlesse of abuse her Goddesse face Gesture and vesture from her laid aside She 's now Beröe Doryclus old bride Mother of children late of note and fame And thus amongst them like a Trojan dame Speaks to the Trojan wives O wofull we Whom Grecian power might not massacred see In bloudy warre under the walls of Troy Unhappie nation kept from more annoy This now 's the seventh yeare since our land was lost Since we strange seas lands rocks and sands have crost And stormie starres have scapt whiles through vast streams And tumbling waves we follow flying dreams We flie to fleeting Italie yet here Our kinsman Eryx borders do us cheere And kinde Acestâ—s who 'le us then deny T' inhabit here a town to edifie O countrey O in vain sav'd deities Shall no town yet old Troy rememorize O shall I ne're Hectorean rivers see No Xanthus Siâ—ois no come on with me With me come burn these ships inauspicate For I Cassandra's ghost in sleep saw late Who gave me these incendiarie brands And said Here seek your Troy here in these lands Fix your abode now 's time the work to ply Why stay we since we see so great a tie Foure flaming altars unto Neptune great And fates themselves give fire and valours heat Thus speaking she ran first and snatcht a brand Of furious fire which flaming in her hand Into the fleet she flang it furiously The Trojan wives much startled were hereby And ' maz'd in minde whereat one 'mongst the rest Grave Pyrgo Priams nurse who had exprest Much loyaltie and love to 's children deare Said Trust me matrons I dare boldly sweare This is not Beröe our late neighbours wife For I see signes of sacred Godhead rise Mark you her glistering eyes her spirit divine Her looks her voice her state and gate most fine And I my self left Berö◠sick of late Much griev'd that she was so unfortunate Not to be present horrours due t' have paid To old Anchisâ—s tombe This though she said Yet at the first the women doubtfull be As blinde in eyes as minde their ships to see And held with deep desire of this lands rest And fate-assigned realms which should bâ— best But when they saw the winged Goddâ—ssâ— fliâ— And flying cut the cloudie bow in skie Provok'd by this prodigious accident With rage transpoâ—ted they loud clamoâ—rs vent And fires from â—orth theâ—r 〈◊〉 and chiâ—â—eys snatch Some th' altars teare some boughs and brâ—nâ—hes catch And ought combusâ—ible and firâ—brands throw Into their ships Vulcan the flame doth blow Of fierce unbridled spoile on planks and â—areâ— Hatches and painted decks At these uproares Eumelus posteth to Anchises grave To beare sad tidings to those bands most brave Of this combustion and the gamesters spie Black smoak and sparkling flames flie up to th' skie And as first horse-careeres Ascanius led So fiercely first to th'troubled tents he fled Nor could the mâ—zed masters make him stay But on he comes and thus to them doth say O what strange wrath is this what mean ye now O wretched women 'gainst whom do ye vow This mischief great Here is no adverse foe No Grecian tâ—nts your hopes you 'le burn up so O see me your Ascanius your delight Whereat he pulls off's helmet in their sight Wherewith in field his Martiall sports he ply'd To whom Aeneas all the Trojans hy'de But all the wives pursu'd with feare and dread To th' woods and groves all straglingly were fled And michingly to caves and rocks they run Hating the light sham'd of their work begun And chang'd in minde in grief their friends they know And hate great Iuno cause of all this woe But what of this hereby they quench no fire For flames increase with most represselesse ire And pitch and â—ow kindling a smoothering heat Sly fires increase and raise combustion great Through th' ships great bulks nor by the peeres best power Or force of flouds do flames cease to devoure Then good Aeneas rent his cloaths with grief With stretcht-out hands implores the Gods relief And thus he prayes Great Iove if Trojans all Thou hast not yet quite cast off left to thrall If long devotion helps mens miseries O free our fleet from flame-calamities And now from ruine raise Troyes tottering state Or else great sire if it be my due fate Strike me all left to death with lightning fierce And let thy hand my heart profoundly pierce Scarce had he spoke when mightie showres of rain Most thick most quick came powdring down amain A mightie storm and ratling roaring thunder Making earths most obdurate creatures wonder All o're the skie the furious tempest grows And plenteous streams into the vessels throws Which washt the half-burnt wood stints all the flame All 's ships but foure being saved by the same But grave Aeneas
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
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
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
for he spi'de Euryalus to too much wrath inclinde And nought but bloud and slaughter still to minde Let 's now surcease sayes he for tell-tale day Hastens upon us and we must away Enough revenge we now exhausted have And through our foes our passage purchas'd brave Much wealth they left behinde silver and gold Rich arms rare bowls faire carpets to behold Euryalus had from king Rhamnes ta'ne Rich gold-bost trappings when he had him slain And golden girts which wealthie Caedicus At the league linking sent to Remulus As friendly gifts and which he dying gave Unto his nephew after death to have But he being dead the Rutuls got that prey In warre Euryalus took these away And but in vain upon his shoulders strong With courage brave bare them with him along Messapus handsome helm with comely crest Fitting him well he wore Thus then addrest They past the camp and on securely went Meanwhile a troop of horse which forth were sent Out of Latinus town whiles all the rest Of th' armed bands stayd in the camp addrest Past on unto king Turnus to declare The message sent three hundred men there were All bravely arm'd Volscens their Generall Who now drew neare the camp approacht the wall When those farre off did both those two perceive Hastily them on the left hand to leave And young Euryalus his helmet gay By the nights glimmering light did them betray He most unmindefull of the glist'ring brightnesse The helmet did reflect against least lightnesse VVhich fairely seen Volscens aloud did say Stay masters stay why passe ye on this way VVhy are ye arm'd and whither are ye bound They answered nought but swift away they wound And scud into the wood hoping dark night VVould them advantage thus to scape by flight The horsemen 'bout known-turning paths do lie And here and there each passage fortifie VVith a strong guard The wood was wide o're-grown Full of great oaks and prickly bushes known And scratching briers and brambles and thereby VVayes were shut up and paths most hard to spie And shade of trees and heavy weight of spoiles Molest Euryalus with tedious toiles And ignorance o' th' way did him delude But Nisus got away his foes eschew'd And unadvised had escapt that place Not thinking on Euryalus his case Which afterward was call'd from Alba faire Albanus where king Latines stables rare Were situated Nisus here made stay And but in vain finding his friend away O where sayes he Euryalus have I Unhappie I thee left in miserie O whither should I go to follow thee Straight hereupon away he back doth flee Through those perplexed paths pries all about The crooked woods false creeks and nooks throughout Observes each passage as he backward goes And through thick thickets where no way he knows Horses he heares he heares a noise at last And signes of some at heels him following fast Nor was it long ere clamours came to 's eares Nor ere Euryalus poore case appeares VVhom all the band through errour of the place And darksome night and coming-on apace Of th' enemie swiftly and suddenly Had now surpriz'd yet fighting valiantly And what should he do now what strength expresse What force to free the young man from distresse VVhat should he dying rush i' th' midst of 's foes By honour'd death make haste his life to lose Advancing straight his arm shaking his lance Thus to the Moon he did his votes advance Faire Goddesse thou thou seest our present woe Help us this danger great to undergo O thou starres state woods warder daughter faire Of Titan bright if on thine altars rare My father Hyrtacus did e're for me Presents present if I my self to thee In hunting have augmented thine oblations And on thy scutchion hung due adornations Great gracefull gifts on sacred posts made fast Grant then I pray I may at least at last Vex and perplex this troop most turbulent Do thou my darts direct to that intent Thus having said and pray'd with all his might He cast a dart which pierc'd black shades of night And flying lighted on and brake in twain Great Solmons targe piercing with mortall pain His vitall part his heart he 's overthrown And with a deep and heart-string-breaking groan Disgorg'd a floud of luke-warm bloud and straight He waxed cold because inanimate The souldiers diverse wayes do look about And see a fiercer then the first flie out For he by 's eare levell'd another dart Which whiles they troubled stood with fatall smart Whistlingly flying Tagus temples twain Did penetrate and stuck fast in his brain Volscens hereat grew violent and mad Not knowing th' author of these facts so bad Nor upon whom deserv'd revenge to take But as for thee sayes he I 'le surely make Thy bloud requite the death of both my friends Thus at Euryalus his sword he bends Straight noble Nisus thereat much molested In rage cries out seeing his friend infested Himself not willing longer now to hide Or so great sorrow in his friend to ' bide 'T was I Rutulians I that did the deed Here here I am against me me proceed And set your swords on me revenge to take My hand and heart did all this mischief make He durst not do this deed alas not he Nor could he do it by these heavens you see And testifying starres I truth protest Onely his love he hath too much exprest Unto his friend me his unhappy friend These words he spake but they their swords do bend With utmost force against Euryalus And through his sides vvith rancour venomous They pierce his heart and he falls down stark dead Whose hearts gore-bloud doth all his parts o'respread His neck between his shoulders doubled lay Even as the plow to make his furrowed way Cuts down a violet faire which withering dies Or like tall poppy which by showres from skies O're-laid from its weak neck hangs down the head But Nisus nobly shaking off all dread Burst into thickest foes and singles out From all the rest their leader Volscens stout With whom alone he would the combate trie About both whom the totall troop doth flie And neare at hand still Nisus they molest Who nimbly still stomack and strength exprest And bravely whiskt about his bloudy blade Till this Rutulian crying loud dismayd He sheath'd his sword in 's mouth thrust down his throat And made his soule sing a harsh dying note Himself being wounded mortally also O're his friends body he himself did throw And so at last in pleasing rest expir'd Both fortunate both in their love admir'd If my poore layes their praise could dignifie No age should e're blot out their memorie As long as brave Aeneas kin remain And Rome her Capitol shall firm sustain And Romanes o're the world have emperie So long my lines their loves should magnifie The sad Rutulians with their spoiles and prey Though â—onquerours unto their camp convay Their Volscens slain with many a weeping eye And for king Rhamnes fatall destinie And for
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
most distastfull stirres hereat he cries Alas alas what wofull miseries Are to this citie come thus to molest it And that strange turmoiles variously infest iâ— This said enrag'd his horse rein'd-in he stayes Whereat his sister who her old pranks playes Seeming Metiscus still i' th' coach remains Guiding his coach and horse ruling the reins Sayes thus to him Brave brother this way haste This way the Trojans first and best thou may'st Fully subdue here conquest gate stands ope The town has troops enough with them to cope Aeneas close on our Italians lies And fiercely fights with all his companies Let us then also with our furie fell Go send those Trojans soules in post to hell So shalt thou part in equall parity No lesse in number nor in dignity Turnus reply'de O sister now I know That thou by craft at first didst overthrow Our treated truce these warres didst work again But now faire Goddesse all thy craft's in vain But pray thee tell me who from heaven thee sent To undergo these troubles turbulent Was it to see thy wofull brothers bane For what do I what help can hap me gain I saw before mine eyes Murrhanus kinde Than whom to me more deare earth none can finde I heard him call me one of mightie merit Who though now dead yet dy'd with dauntlesse spirit Unhappie Vfens also slain doth lie That he might not survive our infamie And Trojans now his corps and arms enjoy And shall I suffer 't is the last annoy Which onely yet remains our buildings flame And not resist dire Drances foretold shame And shall I flie and shall this nation see Turnus a turn-coat fugitive to be And should it now be shame in me to die O ye the ghastly ghosts which low do lie Be ye propitious for the heavens do frown To you my sacred soule shall now go down Untainted and unspotted of this blame And still m ost worthie that my linagâ— came From ancestours of such renowned fame Scarce had he said when Sages foamy horse Hurrying him through his foes with windie force His face all bloudy with an arrows wound And rushing on at last he Turnus found And calling him by name Turnus sayes he Our last and best help now consists in thee Pitie our plight for Troyes Aeneas thunders In bloudy broiles unto our woes and wonders And threatens ruine to our Latian towers And dire destruction by his conquering powers And now even now flames 'bout our houses flie In thee the Latines hope of help doth lie On thee Italians all do cast their sight The king himself mutters in much despight Whom he his sonne in law might now ordain And whom in love and league to entertain The queen beside they e're most faithfull friend With her own hands her wofull life did end In fright hath fled the light now at the gate Onely Messapus and Atinas wait And animate the armie yet remaining But round about them are thick foes maintaining A furious fight like standing-corn in fields Which to steel sickles helplessely straight yeelds And yet dost there alone in this left plain Tracing thy coach about here still remain Turnus astonisht at the tottering state Of these affaires like one inanimate Stands mute his eyes fast fixed on the ground And inward shame his boiling heart did wound And what with sadnesse madnesse raging love Conscious of adverse power which he must prove The mistie vails of his dull thoughts put by And sunne-shine of discretion shining high His angrie eyes to th' citie-walls he cast And views the citie as in 's coach he past And now behold with flames the rafters flie And boards between burn up unto the skie Which caught hold of the tower that tower I say Which Turnus self erected rich and gay With brave crosse-beams and wheels and bridges high Now now deare sister sayes he readily My fates attend me use no further stay For where my fate and fortune point the way Thither I 'le go my resolution stands To trie the strength of proud Aeneas hands To ' bide worst bitternesse of deaths dire smart Nor shalt thou henceforth see me play the part Of an ignoble coward This I pray Good sister suffer me that now I may Be mad e're I be mad which having said Leapâ—ng from 's coach most swift away he made Into the field through thickest of his foes And leaves his sister full of feares and woes And with swift flight breaks into thickest bands And as a rockie mount which headlong stands And tumbles from the top broke down by winde Or by strong sowcing showres quite undermin'd Or rotted with long yeares antiquity And so slips down with huge velocity In broken fragments mounting on the ground And woods and herds and people doth confound And roule and wrap with it Turnus even thus Through his dispersed troops most furious Runs to the citie-walls where all with bloud The ground like pools and ponds bedrenched stood And whirling arrows clattered to the aire With hand and voice his minde he does declare Unto them thus Forbeare Rutulians all And Latines now your swords and shields recall What ever fortune falls 't is mine own due 'T is fitter farre for me alone then you To pay the price of this thus broken peace And with my sword this quarrell quite to cease All straight gave back for him i' th' midst made way But brave Aeneas without all delay Hearing but Turnus nam'd leaves towers and town Breaks off all businesse and comes nimbly down Leaping for joy thundring in arms most strong Like Athos mount or Eryx steâ—p and long Or like old Apennius rais'd on high Into the aire kissing the starrie skie Ratling with leaves on trees glistring in sight Proud of his tops clothed with snow most bright And now Rutulians and the Trojans stout Seriously bend their eyes and look about Italians and all those that kept the town And those which would with rams the walls butt down All arms they lay aside king Latine stands Amaz'd to see two men so strong of hands Of diverse nations now to meet and fight The champions both beholding in their sight The lists made void and space t' encounter in With rapid race the combate straight begin And now farre off darts at each other cast And to their swords and shields they come as fast With dashing clashing bangs the ground even groans And doubled trebled blows they give at once With their bright blades vertue and valour brave Seem mixt in one in one their seat to have And as two angrie bulls in furious fight With butting horns encountring with deep spight On mightie Syla's mount Taburnus high Their fearfull keepers keep close covertly The other cattell cows and calves stand mute And with soft muttering hold a still dispute Who shall their leader be whom they shall tend The bulls meanwhile each other wounds do lend And gore each others sides whose bloud spurts out And head and shoulders all be bathes about Whose bloudy