To Thee concluding will enumerate Some Souls that now Oblivion drink they are But few and so again to Night repair That (a) The Sibyl having shewed him the Souls of such as had lived on Earth now following the opinion of Plato in Phaedo that Souls created must have some place of abode before they entred Bodies shews him the Souls which after they had drunk of Lethe that is â—olly and Forgetfulness of their Original were to live on Earth Among other Marius who of a mean Person came to be General in the War against the Cimbri over whom he triumphed and after strange variety of Fortune dyed in his seventh Consulship Marius for the Time 's not long when he Shall go into Etherial Light shall be Your Consul and shall long Command procure From humble Birth Nor shall Sylla endure Long to drink drowsy Lethe or Obey Fate which no God can Change and Life away Him call He first shall Seize as by Assault The Empire but the glory of his Fault (b) Sylla who after he had cruelly afflicted the Common-wealth and assumed to himself absolute Authority over the Lives and Estates of the Romanes voluntary laid down his Dictatourship and retired to Puteoli where he lived privately and restored them to their Liberty Shall be that he shall it restore alone And in so great a Name there shall be none That shall desire to second Sylla He Whose Hair erect on 's rugged Front you see Is Pompey a most glorious Head on Earth And by the World belov'd But He that Birth O' th' Gods who lifts his Starry Head so high As Caesar of Iülus Progeny When these break from their dark Abodes by Sea And Land how great how mighty things will they Attempt Alass how oft will they Contend In Fight through all the World nor in the End Shalt thou the Conquerour less Guilty dy Then He o're whom thou gain'st the Victory Then Scipio Weeping said It grieves me much That the sad Order of Affairs is such For Italy But if when Life is done There be no Pardon and ev'n Death must run The hazard of Desert say in what part Of Phlegethon his Sins still burning smart Shall Hannibal endure or tell me where Shall a fit rav'nous Fowl for ever tare His Limbs which for her Food shall still encrease Oh! fear no that exclaims the Prophetess A Life inviolate he shall not lead Nor in his Country shall his Bones when Dead Be lay'd to rest For when he shall in Fight Be Vanquished and all his Forces quite Dispers'd he shall endure to be O'rethrown And beg inglorious Safety Macedon For War shall give him Hopes again to rise In Arms and then condemn'd for Treacheries His constant Wife and Son forsaken He Shall Carthage quit and through the Ocean flee In a small Ship Cilician Taurus then Hee 'l visit But alass how foolish Men Will rather choose hard Servitude to bare The Hot and Cold Excesses of the Air With Hunger Flight and Seas then once to Dy. He after these great Wars in Italy A Servant to th' Assyrian King shall be And thence depriv'd of his Desire to see Ausonia embroil'd with doubtful Sails Shall put to Sea until with lazy Gales Brought to the Prusiack Coast grown weak with Age He in another Service shall engage And through that Kingdom 's Aid a Shelter finde Till that their Enemy may be resign'd The Romanes urging secret Poison there In Haste he drinks and from continual Fear Absolve the doubtful World Thus having said To hollow Shades of Erebus the Maid Again withdraws and Scipio strait ascends Unto the Port and his rejoycing Friends The End of the Thirteenth Book Flagrantom Luxu miscentem turpia duris Iurati obtruncant Iunenam Nec â—am Modus Ensibus addunt Faemineam Caedem atque msontum raptâ— Sororum Corpora prosternunt Ferro Honoratissimo Dno Domino Ioanni Berkley Baroni de Stratton in Comitatu Cornubiae Tabula Summâ cum Observantia D. D. D. SILIUS ITALICUS OF The Second Punick VVar. The Fourteenth Book THE ARGUMENT Sicilia describ'd the wanton King Is slain The Libyans and the Romanes bring Into that Land their Arms. What Victories Marcellus gain'd Both sides have their supplies From the divided Land By Land and Sea To Syracusa's Walls the Romanes lay Close Siege What Arts by Archimedes were Found out for their repulse New Aids appear From Libya by Sea A Naval Fight Wherein some Libyan Ships are put to flight Some Captive made some sunk Both Armies are Infected by a Plague which ceas'd the War The Romanes strait renew To one Assault Rich Syracusa yields the Souldier's Fault Who Archimedes as He Figures drew Studious upon the Sand not knowing slue The General deplores What praises He Deserv'd whose Mercy crown'd his Victory YEE Pow'rs of Helicon now turn your Lays To Sicily and the Ortygian Seas Sometimes to Daunian Kingdoms your Resorts To make sometimes to the Sicanian Ports Or Macedonian Palaces to see And the Achaïck Land your Task must be Or wandring where Sardôan Floods enfold Your Steps or where in Cottages of old The Tyrians reign'd to go and farthest Day To visit and where Earth's vast Globe by Sea Is Limited all this the Scenes of War That in their sev'ral Quarters Acted are By Mars require This therefore We must do And where the War and Trumpets call pursue Of large extent a Port of Italy (a) Sicilia was antiently called Trinacria from the three I romentories Pachynus Pelorus and Lilybaeum It was an old Opinion that it was once joyned to Italy by that Neck of Land where Rhegium now Rezzo stands but to be torn from it by the violence of the Sea Trinacria was till once Assaulted by Notus and raging Waves against it heav'd By the Coerulean Trident it receiv'd The Ocean in for by an hidden way The Earth's torn Entrails the impacted Sea Asunder threw and breaking through the Land With a full Tide at once the People and The Cities by the Tempest 's secret Force Bore quite away Since keeping that Divorce By an impetuous Flood th' unruly Main Permits not the Disjoyn'd to meet again But yet the space that the two Lands divides As Fame reports so narrow are the Tides That run between Barking of Dogs and Lays Of early Birds to either Side conveys So rich the Soil that it the Garners fills Of Husband-men with Olives shades the Hills Titles creats to Bacchus and swift Steeds That will endure the sound of Trumpets breeds Cecropian Tapers Hybla ev'ry where Renown'd from her sweet Nectar kindles there Paeonian Streams with secret Sulphur spring There by the Muses grac'd fam'd Poets Sing Worthy Apollo who their Lays diffuse Through Sacred Groves whose Syracusian (b) Theocritus born in Syracusa whom Virgil imitated in his Bucolicks Muse Makes Helicon resound The People are In Language prompt but when emploi'd in War Their Ports are Crown'd with Trophies from the Seas After the Reign of dire (c)
the Obedience of the Carthaginians in which Art Hannibal no less excelled as appeared not onely at his first entrance on his â—ommand which gained him the ready Obedience of that vast Army led by him into Italy but among the Gauls and Italy it self And for this he himself commends Pyrrhuâ— at that Interview with Scipio at the Court of Antiochus as an eminent Virtue in him Vide Liv. lib. 35. Arts He makes his Party now with Arms subverts Decrees of Senate now with Bribes appears The first to walk on Foot the first that bears A part if haste require a Trench to make The first that all Attempts would undertake Remiss in nothing that to Honour tends Refuseth nature Rest and watchfull spends The night in Arms. Now by his Cassock known Mix'd with the Libyssaean Foot lies down On th' Earth contending with the Steel he wore In Hardness sometimes he 'd Advance before His num'rous Troops and with a valiant Hand Perform in Person what he did Command Sometimes on his bare Head he 'd entertain The Ruins of the Heav'ns their Storms and Rain The Tyrians saw th' Asturians did admire To see when Iove did dart his forked Fire When Thunder fell in Storms and every Blast Of Wind struck forth the Flames how bold he past Through all on 's snorting Steed nor would retire Though clog'd with Dust and scorch'd with Sirius fire And when the sultry Air did frie with Heat That parch'd the Earth they seem'd Effeminate Who sought a Shade while He to exercise His Thirst where er'e he sees a Fountain flies His sole Delight 's to dress a furious Horse For War and to be famous for the Force Of 's killing Arm to swim a Stream unknown Or'e Ecchoing Rocks t' assail the Foe upon The adverse Bank The first that would ascend To scale a Wall and when he did contend In open Fight where er'e his Sword did go It carried Death and Streams of Blood did flow Being therefore now resolv'd to violate The Sacred League he urgeth on his Fate And where he can on Rome's Allies doth fall And storms in farthest Lands the Capitol His waving Ensigns first displaiâ—d for love Of greater Wars against (m) Alteia Hermandica Arbacaia and some other Provinces of Spain had before felt the Fury of the Carthaginians but Sagunthus was the first Confederate City with the Romanes that was Attaqued by them It is now called Mor-viedro Scituate upon the River Iberus or Ebro about a mile from the Sea great onely in its Fame of this memorable Siege Sagunthus move The Walls first built by Hercules not far From Sea upon a rising Hill appear Whose noble Name Zacynthus there by Fate Entomb'd upon the Top did consecrate He among others of Alcides Train Return'd to Thebes the fam'd Gerion (n) Three Brothers that Reigned in Spain with such admirable Unanimity that all seemed to be Governed by one Mind which gave Birth to this Fable They were subdued by Hercules slain Three Souls that Monster did inform three pair Of Hands his Head a triple Neck did bear Earth ne'r beheld another could survive One Death to whom the Fates three Lives did give Yet here the Conqu'rour shew'd his Spoils and as In Heat of day the Captive Heards did pass Unto the Springs a Serpent kick'd by chance Big with enflaming Poison did advance His tumid Jaws and by a deadly Wound Lay'd the Inachian dead on Spanish Ground About that time an exil'd Colonie Born in an Island of the Grecian Sea Came from the South and by Zacynthus there To Ithaca's Dominions added were The Daunian Youth wanting a dwelling then Rich in their Numbers led by Valiant men Sent from a City which we Ardea term Arrivâ—d their weak Beginnings to confirm These by Agreement with the Romane State Having their Liberties inviolate And Honour of their Ancestours forsook What they had long endur'd the Tyrian Yoak Against these therefore his incensed Bands Breaking the League fierce Hannibal commands Disturbs their Peace with Arms. Shaking his Head Himself high-mounted on his panting Steed Surveys the Walls and when he had beheld The trembling Houses Summons them to yield Their Gates and Forts tells them That Italie Their Leagueâ— and hop'd-for Aids far distant be Nor should his Mercy meet them if subdu'de By Arms That all the Senate could conclude Their Laws and Statutes nay their Gods and Faith Were now within his Power And what he saith Confirms by 's Javelin thrown against the Walls Which on Caïcus vainly threat'ning falls And through his Arms his Body pierc'd He slain And tumbling from the Rampart brings again To the insulting Conquerour his Dart Reeking in Blood and trembling in his Heart The rest th' Example of the General With Shouts pursue and streight obscure the Wall With a dark Cloud of Darts Nor was their clear Valour in Number lost each man doth bear Himself against the foremost as if he Alone would undertake the Enemie Here one the Sling with frequent Jerks doth ply Which waved thrice about his Head le ts flie A Weapon with the Winds which in the Air Is lost to sight Huge Stones another there Flings from his sinewy Arm this doth advance And from the slippery nouse expells a Lance. But Hannibal before all other rich In 's Father's Arms now flings with flaming Pitch A smoaking Lamp then hurls his Javelin now With Stakes and Stones doth press upon the Foe Or poison'd Arrows sends and doth applaud Insulting as they flie his Quiver's fraud Such Shafts the Daci on the Getique Coast Steep'd in the Poison of their Countrie boast And by the Banks of two-nam'd (o) It being also called Danubius by the Scythians by reason of an unfortunate Expedition they once made over it Eustath in Dion Ister shoot But now it is decreed and they about The Hill their horned Bulwarks raise and round The City armed Towers do abound Oh Faith by antient Times ador'd which now On Earth we onely by thy Name do know The Valiant Youth resolved stand and see All hope of Flight cut off their Walls to be Begirt with Arms yet think a noble Death Most worthy Rome And that Sagunthus Faith By them preserv'd she might more Glorious fall Then stand they now more resolutely all Their Strength collect Then from contracted Strings Stones of vast Bulk the Phocaean (p) The Balista was a kinde of Sling invented saith Pliny lib. 7. cap. 36. by the Phoenicians wherewith they cast Stones Spears Darts c. and is here called Phocaean for that the Sagunthines were descended of the Thebans in whose Territory was Phoâ—â—s Engine slings Or changing weight whole Trees with Iron bound Ejects that breaking through the Ranks confound A Shout both Armies raise and furious come To Blows as if they had besieged Rome Among so many thousands that did stand Circled in Arms like Corn on fertile Land Bold Hannibal desirous to enspire Into his Armie's minds that furious Fire Was lodg'd in his own
Circle up with winding Streams Over whose Banks fierce Hannibal from far Calls (o) Upon Conclusion of the first Punick War the Carthaginians were obliged by Article not to pass over the River â—berus which Article was transgressed by Hannibal Africk-People to the Romane War On his broad Shoulders as he smiling tries These wealthy Presents proudly thus he cries In how much Romane Blood shall I imbrue These Arms with how great Punishments pursue That Gowned Senate that themselves do make Revengers of the War we undertake Now in the Siege the Fo grows old a Day Concludes the Citie 's Fate while weary they Their forein Aids expect but now no more They look upon the Seas or helpless Shore (p) Disparing of their long expected Aid from the Romanes the Saâ—unthines after eight months Sieg resolved to dy within their Walls What miseries they endured till the City was taken are at large discoursed in Livy Lib. 22. Perceiving Deaths approach with sad Despair For their parch'd Entrails the Contagious Air Enflames while Famine in their Bowels reigns And dries the Blood in their contracted Veins From their faln Cheeks their sinking Eyes within Their Heads retire and through the shrivled Skin The Bones and ill-knit Joints a wofull Sight With Nervs consum'd appear the Dew of Night Some gather from the Earth to quench the Fire Of thirst and some themselves do vainly tire For Liquour while they hardest Oaks do bruise Their rav'ning Hunger which doth nought refuse Compels them to strange Food From Shields they tare The Hides to feed upon and leave them bare These Ruins of his Citie from the Skie Alcides look'd on with a mournfull Eye But all in vain for him the strict command And fear of his great Father Iove withstand That he should nothing act 'gainst the Decree Of his severe (*) Iuno Step-Mother Therefore He Concealing his Design to Faith repairs Who in the farthest part of Heav'n the Cares Of Deities revolv'd thus at her Shrine He tries Her Counsels Thou great Power Divine Born before Iove himself who art the Grace And Honour both of Gods and Humane Race Consort of Justice without whom nor Seas Nor Earth can know the benefit of Peace A Goddess where thou art in every Breast Canst thou behold Sagunthus thus opprest Unmov'd That Citie which for Thee alone So many so great ills hath undergone For Thee the People dy upon Thee all Men Women Children that can speak do call By Famine overcome from Heaven relieve Their sad Estate and some Assistance give Thus He To whom the Heav'nly Maid again Replies I see all this nor is' t in vain That thus my Leagues infringed are a Day Shall come Alcides that shall sure repay With Vengance these their dire Attempts But I Was forc'd from the polluted Earth to fly To seek in Iove's blest Mansions a Place Free from the num'rous Frauds of Humane Race I left their Tyrans that their Scepters hold Fearing as they are Fear'd that Fury Gold The vile Reward of Treacheries I left And above all the Men who now bereft Of all Humanity like Beasts by Spoil And Rapine live while Honour is the Foil To Luxury and Modesty by Night And her dark Crimes opprest avoids the Light The place of Right the too imperious Sword Doth arrogate and Force alone 's Ador'd Vertue gives way to Vice for look upon The Nations of the Earth and there is none Is Innocent their frequent Fellowship In Crimes alone the Common Peace doth keep But that these Walls erected by thy Hand May in the Book of Fame for ever stand By an End worthy Thee and that they may Not give their Bodies up a Captive Prey To the Proud African which onely now The Fates and State of Future things allow The Honour of their Death will I extend Beyond the pow'r of Fate and them commend As Patterns to Posterity and go With their prais'd Souls unto the Shades below This said The constant Virgin through the Air Descends and to Sagunthus doth repair Then strugling with the Fates through ev'ry Breast She goes invades their Minds which all-possest By her great Deitie each Soul doth prove Her Altar burning by her Sacred Love Now as if Strong again for Arms they cry And in the Fight their weak Endeavours try Strength above Hope they find while the sweet Name And Honour of the Goddess doth inflame Their Hearts resolved for her Sake to dye And suffer things far worse then Death to try The Food of Savage Beasts and Crimes to add To their Repast but them chaste Faith forbad Longer with so much Guilt to view the Day Or with Man's Flesh their Hunger to allay Her when Saturnia who by chance came down Into the Libyan Camp within the Town Which she so hated saw she doth upbraid The Virgin 's Courage and the War she made Then in a Rage with troubled Steps she went To that dire Fury that doth still torment The guilty Souls and thus upon her calls With Hands extended Strike said she those Walls Thou Darling of the Night let thy fell Hands Destroy that People 't is Iuno commands My self within a Cloud will here stand by And see the Issue of thy Industry Those Weapons which sometimes immortal Iove Disturb by which thou Acheron dost move Thy Flames of Sulphure and thy hideous Snakes In Curls thy horrid Voice which silent makes Hell's Triple-headed Porter and let fall From 's Jaws his poys'nous Spume commixt with Gall What Plagues and Mischief what Impiety Soe're within thy fruitful Breast do lie Upon these hated Rutuli throw down And let Sagunthus sink to Acheron Thus let their peevish Faith rewarded be Incited by these words Tisiphone Invades the Walls then round about the Hill Trembles and roaring Waves the Shore do fill Innumerable Serpents on her Head Hissing her tumid Neck and Breast or'espread Death walking with her his wide Jaws extends On whom pale Sorrow and black Grief attends All Plagues were present that created were While Cerberus with howling rends the Air. Forthwith she counterfeits Tyburna's Face Her Voice her Speech her Gesture and her Pace Tyburna of a Noble Race deriv'd Her Blood from Daunus and by War depriv'd Of her dear Husband Murrus then bewail'd Her Widdowed Bed The Fury having vail'd Her self with her sad Countenance her Hair Dishevel'd to the Assembly doth repair And tearing there her Cheeks What end said she Of our great Faith and Citie shall we see I have my Murrus seen who every Night Doth me with his yet gaping Wounds affright And lamentably thus on me doth call Flie my Tyburna Flie this Citie 's Fall Or if the Conqu'ring Libyan deny The Earth to thee to me Tyburna flie Our Gods are faln and we poor Rutuli Are lost the Punick Sword doth all enjoy I tremble and his Ghost as yet before Mine Eyes me-thinks appears Shall I no more Thy Stately Palaces Sagunthus see Happy my Murrus was thrice happy He Who saw his Countrey
the Eagles in the Air Comets the Fall of Kings with flaming Hair Shine fatally and salvage Beasts by Night Break through the Camp and Works and in the sight O' th' frighted Souldiers through the Neighb'ring field Scatter the Limbs o' th' Centinel they kill'd Deluded by the Image of their Fear From their dark Graves the Ghosts of Gauls appear To break and then the high Tarpeian Rock As torn from its Foundation often shook The Temples of the Gods with Streams of Blood Were wet Quirinus Statue as it stood Wept largely Allia greater then before Swells higher then the Banks the Alps no more Stand still nor Apennine which Night and Day Shook with vast Ruptures and where Libya Extended lyes ev'n from the very Pole 'Gainst Italy the flaming Meteors roll Such horrid Thunder-Claps the Heav'ns above Divide that they detect the Face of Iove The Lemnian God his Lightning likewise threw From Aetna and as broken Quarries flew Up to the Clouds as in the Giant 's Wars Knock'd his Phlaegraean Head against the Stars But ' midst them all as conscious of the Fight He looks and Sense-distracted with the Fright With horrid Cries the Camp a Souldier fills And panting thus express'd the future Ills. Spare us ye cruel Gods the Fields I see Too little for the Heaps of Slaughter be Through thickest Ranks the Libyan Captain flies And His swift Chariot over Companies Of Men and Arms drives on and drags along Their Limbs and Ensigns while the wind with strong Impetuous Blasts a furious War doth make Against our Eys and Faces From thy Lake Sad Thrasimen unmindfull of his Years In vain Servilius now reserv'd appears Whither Oh whither is' t that Varro flies Oh Iove among the Stones see Paulus lies The last great Hope of Rome's declining State These Ruins Trebia now exceed thy Fate Behold a Bridg is made of Bodies flain And silent Aufidus into the Main Rolls mangled Corps o're all the Plains I see The Elephants insult with Victory Our Consul's Axes and our Fasces stain'd With Blood a Tyrian Lictor in his Hand After our Custom bears To Libya The Pomp of Romane Triumph's born away Oh Grief Yet this ye Gods that we behold Is your Command while by congested Gold Torn from left Hands victorious Carthage sees (s) Mago sent to Carthage with the Tidings of this Victory carryed with him a Bushel saith Livy others more of Gold Rings then worn onely by Romane Gentlemen The Measure of the Romane Miseries The End of the Eighth Book In Vacuas vitam senior disperserat auras At Solimus simul ense fodit praecordia et atrum Sustentans vulnus mananti sanguine signat In clâ—peo mandata Patris fuge praelia Varro Ac summi tegmen suspendit Cuspide teh Defletumque super prostemit membra Paâ—enteÌ„ Honoratissimo Domino Dn o. Thomae Comiti Southampton Baroni Wriothesley de Tichfeild SumÌ„o totius Angliae Thesaurario c Sanctioribus Regis Caroli 2 â—i Consilijs atque Inclyti Ordinis Periscelidis Equiti c. Tabula sumÌ„a cum observantia DDD SILIUS ITALICUS OF The Second Punick VVar. The Ninth Book THE ARGUMENT The Consul Paulus as advis'd declines The Fight forbidden by unhappy Signs Rash Varro urgeth for a Day A Son In that sad Night before the Day begun His Father flying from the Libyan Side Vnhappy kills who bids him as he dy'd Forewarn the Romanes to avoid the Fight His Son this Warning on his Shield doth write And kills himself for Grief The fatal Field Is fought the Romans miserably kill'dâ— The Libyans have the Day While 'fore his Eys His Men are slain the Coward Varro flies WHILE Italy thus vext with Prodigies The Signs in vain of future Ruin sees Discover'd by the Gods as if they might Prove happy Omens of the following Fight The Consul waking spends the Night and now Throws in the Dark his Jav'lins then as slow Upbraids his Colleague and while yet 't was Night Would have the Trumpets sound a Charge and fight The Libyans no less eager to engage Urg'd by the adverse Fates with sudden Rage Out from the Camp they sally and begin To Skirmish For the Macae that had bin Disperst for Forage through the Neighb'ring Plain A winged Showr of Shafts like sudden Rain Pour on the Romanes and before the rest Mancînus who to be the first had prest To dip in Hostile Blood his Weapon dy'd And with him many gallant Youth beside Nor yet though Paulus sadly did declare How cross the Auspicies and Entrails were Would Varro from the Battel have abstain'd (a) It had antiently been a Custom amoâ—g the Romanes where both the Consuls were together to command alternately by Moneths but Varro and Paulus had otherwise agreed to command the Army by Alternate Daies Paulus on his Day kept the Army from engaging but soon as Varro took his turn he without consulting his Colleague immediately gave Battel to the Libyans Unless the Lot by which they did command The Camp by Turns had thwarted his Desire And forc'd the hasty Fates a while retire But yet no longer then a Day could be Between a thousand Deaths and their Decree Allow'd Into the Camp the Troops return Again while Paulus ceaseth not to mourn Seeing the Reins of the next Day 's Command Were to be trusted in a frantick Hand And that those Souls were then preserv'd in Vain From Slaughter For enrag'd and mad again For that he had the Battel then delai'd Dost Thou thus now Aemilius Varro said Thy Gratitude and the Reward repay Of that thy guilty Head Or else have they From Thee deserved such a base Return Who snatch'd Thee from the Laws and threatning Urn Command them to surrender to the Fo Their Arms and Swords or when to fight they go Cut all their Right-Hands off But you whom I Have often Weeping seen commanded by The Consul to retire or shun the Fo No more expect the Signal when you go To fight or slow Commands let ev'ry Man Be his own Leader and go boldly on In his own Ways When first the Sun shall shed His Morning Rays upon Garganus Head These Hands the Ports shall open for you all Then charge them quickly and this Day recall Which you have lost Thus he with mad Desires To Fight the discontented Camp inspires When Paulus not the same in Mind or Face But as if after Fight he 'd seen the Place Strew'd with his slaughter'd Friends and as if there In View the Miseries ensuing were As when all Hope of her Son's Life is past In Vain his yet-warm Body in her last Embrace a Mother huggs and seems to be Sensless with Grief By Rome's dear Walls said He So often shaken by those Souls which now Night with a Stygian Shade surrounds and know No Guilt forbear I pray to run upon Your Ruin till the Wrath of Heav'n be gone And Fortune's Fury be consum'd 'T will be Enough if our New Men shall dare to see The Fo without a
thus The Youth detain'd Triumphing Eurythus A joyful Victour for the Prize appears And the fair Present of an Helmet bears Away Their fix'd Rewards the other found And with green Wreaths their un-cut Tresses bound Each had two Shafts with Native Metal steel'd This done more cruel Conflicts stain the Field The Sword 's drawn Hand to Hand and a fair War They represent Not such as Guilty are Nor vitious Men are to the Sword design'd But such whom Valour equall'd and a Minde Inflam'd with Love of Praise A perfect Face Of their past Labours and of Mars his Race A worthy (m) This Spectaclâ— much more Memorable then those where the Guilty and Condemned contended was presented by two Spanish Princes Brothers by the Father named Orbis and Orsua who disputing for the Sovereignty of a City were resolved to determine the Controversie at this Solemnity by the Sword and though the Poet in imitation of that samed Dispute and Funeral of Eteocles and Polynices saith they both dyed yet Livy affirms the Elder Orbis overcame the Younger Spectacle Among these were Two Brothers who what will not Princes dare To act what Crimes do Scepters want engage In a full Cirque while the whole Pit their Rage Condemns in single Combat for a Throne 'T was a dire Custom in their Country known Where Orphan Sons their Father's Royal Seat With Hazard of their Lives invade Both meet With all the Fury that a Mad Desire Of Rule affords and both at once expire Bearing to Ghosts below ambitious Hearts Glutted with Blood and in their Inward parts With one joynt Thrust their Swords push'd on are drown'd And adding railing Language to each Wound Struggling their angry Souls fly into Air. Nor could their Ghosts this Enmity forbare For when their Bodies were together brought Unto one Pyle as if they still had fought (n) The Bodies of Eteocles and Polynices who contended for the Sovereignty of Thebes both slain in one Battel being thrown upon the Pyle the Flames arising from them divided themselves as if their Souls had still maintained their Power over them The Impious Flames 't is strange asunder fly Nor would their Ashes there togetherly The rest with sev'ral Gifts as was their Share Of Courage or of Force rewarded are Some Oxen that with Ploughs impress'd could Till The Earth Some Youths 'mong Tyrian Spoils with Skill Accustom'd to explore the Dens of Beasts Some Silver Plate with wealthy Robes and Crests Rising on shining Helmets bore away The Spoils and Trophies of the Libyan Prey Then with the Dart they Honour sought the last Of these Circensian Games and strove to cast Beyond the Mark. Here Neighbour to that Land Where Tagus Pale becomes with golden Sand Was Burnus Famous for his long Descent And Line with Glagus who the Windes out-went With his strong Arm. Aconteus too whose Dart In its most speedy Course the nimblest Hart Ner'e miss'd With them (o) Indibilis was a petty but Warlike King of Spain who after he had performed many notable Exploits against the Romanes made Peace with Scipio but soon as he removed thence rose again in Arms but was subdued and slain by Scipio's Lieu-tenants Indibilis who long In War delighted now esteem'd among Confederates of Rome who often slew With his sure Shafts the towring Fowl that flew Among the Clouds And stout Ilerdes who Could easily surprize the flying Doe Burnus who in the Mark first fix'd his Dart Damum receiv'd a Maid that mix'd with Art The milky Fleeces with Getulian Dye But who the next was Honour'd and that nigh Unto the Mark a Shaft had thrown with Joy Ilerdes for Reward receiv'd a Boy The third Palm brave Aconteus had a Brace Of Dogs that would the Boar with Mettle chace But when Applause and Shouts these Honours had Approv'd in Scarlet Laelius richly clad And Younger Scipio with a chearful Look The Names and Manes of the Dead invoke Then strait their Jav'lins throw delighting so All Honour to their Sacred Dust to show And add that Ceremony to the Games At length the (p) Scipio General whose Face proclaims His inward Joy when he their Pious Hearts Rewarded had with Gifts to their Deserts And giv'n a Weighty Corslet all of Gold Unto his Brother and a Pair of bold Asturian Steeds to Laelius rising threw With Force his Conqu'ring Jav'lin and to shew The Shades were truely Honour'd as it flies Amidst the Field 't is strange before their Eyes Fix'd in the Earth the Jav'lin stands and strait With Leaves the lofty Boughs themselves dilate But now its Shadow wide the growing Tree Extends the Augurs all with Prophecy Command them on to greater Things to go Which by those Signs the Deities foreshow With this Presage the Libyans all from Spain Repuls'd to Latium he returns again His House and Country both reveng'd while Fame The Triumph leads Nor other Cares inflame The Romane Breasts then Libya to commit And Sacred Fasces to his Youth But yet (q) The Graver â—ort and particularly Fabius either through Envy or too much Caution opposed Scipio in his design to invade Libya See Livy The Graver Sort who fal'n in Courage or Success had wanted in that dubious War Opposing his Designs as Rash with Fear Their Dangers magnifie and as he there High in the Dignity (r) His great Exploits in Spain had gained him not onely the Consulship but the Favour of the People so that notwithstanding the Power of Fabius Acilius and others in the Senate he obtained the Commission he desired of Consul pray'd Authority of Senate to invade And ruin Carthage with his Arms this grave Reply aloud the Elder Fabius gave I hope I need not fear that I who am Loaden with Age and Honour who in Fame And Years abound should by the Consul be Esteem'd a Person that maliciously From his Just Praises would detract My Name Is with sufficient Splendour rais'd by Fame Nor wants what I have done with such Success New Praise But while I live 't were Wickedness To my dear Country to be wanting or Conceal my Minde in Silence You the War Intend to Libya to transferr For We Now want an Enemy in Italy Nor is' t enough that we have Hannibal Subdu'd What greater Honour can in all Eliza's Land be found but if you are Spur'd on by Glory what should you Debar To reap this Harvest Thee for Deeds at hand Fortune hath Fit and Worthy made Our Land Ev'n thirsts to drink the Blood of Hannibal Whither the War or Ensigns do you call Extinguish first the Flames of Italy You plainly quit a weary Enemy And at that Instant Rome must Naked stand But when you waste the Syrts and barren Sand Will not that horrid Plague with Fury move 'Gainst these known Walls invade Tarpeian Iove Depriv'd of Arms and Men Of how great Weight Is it should you give Way and leave the State To the Emerited and when we are Struck with the Thunder of so great a