¶ The first booke of the Aeneidos of Ʋirgil.
The Argument.
¶ When
Troy was taken,
Aeneas the sonne of
Anchises and
Venus, a man endued with singulare godlynesse, and lyke valiencie whylst in the seuenth yeare of his wandring he sayled vpō the
Tyrrhene sea frō
Sicil, towardes
Italy, a mighty tempest beyng raysed by
Aeolus the kyng of windes at
lunos request: was driuen to the shoare of
Afrike, where entring on the lande, he slewe with bowe and arrowes seuen great stagges and deuided them equally to eche ship one, for so many sayle he had gathered together of his dispearsed fleet, and hartneth his souldiers ouerweryed nowe with trauayle, with the hope of future rest: manfully to endure the labours that were yet to come. In the meane whyle
Venus pleadeth her sonne
Aeneas, and al the
Troianes cause before
Iupiter, and imputeth al those calamities vnto
Iuno, but
Iupiter on the other side, disclosing al the order of the destrinies: recomforteth his daughter with hope of happy posteritie, and power of the
Romanes. wherwith
Venus being wel satisfied: meeteth with her sonne
Aeneas, being ignorant of the place, and romyng vp and downe in the countrey, and sheweth him how that his dispersed shippes be safe, and telleth hym that
Carthage is not farre of, a citle which
Dido buylded in that place. wherfore
Aeneas by his mothers meane beyng shrowded in an hollowe cloude accompanyed with
Achates: entreth into
Carthage, where both he findeth his mates safe, and is curteously entertayned of
Dido the Queene.
Venus notwithstandyng not ouermuch trusting to
Iunos entertaynmēt, nor the vncōstancie of women, laying
Ascanius a sleepe in the woodes of
Ida: addressed
Cupide in his steede, who amongst embracinges, and kisses, priuily inspireth the Queene with the loue of
Aeneas.
Other bokes made by
Virgil before this greatwork.
I That my slender Oten Pype in verse was woont to sounde
Of woods, and next to that I taught for husbandemen the grounde,
How frute vnto their gréedie lust thei might constraine to bring,
A worke of thankes: Lo now of
Mars, and dreadfull warrs I sing,
Of annes, and of the man of
Troy, that first by fatall fight
Did thence arriue to
Lauine lande, that now
Italia, hight.
But shaken sore with many a storme by seas and land ytost,
And all for
Iunos endles wrath that wrought to haue had him lost.
And sorowes great in wars he bode, ere he the walls could frame
Of myghty
Rome, and bring the gods taduaunce the
Romaine name.
He calles for diuine power.
Now
Muse direct my song to tell for what offence and why:
What aylid so the quéene of gods to dryue thus cruelly,
This noble prince of vertue mylde from place to place to toile,
Such paines to take? may heauenly mynds so sore in rancour boile?
There was a town of auncient tyme
Carthago of old it hight,
Against
Italia and
Tybers mouth lay loof at seas aright:
Both riche in wealth and sharpe in war, the people it held of
Tyre:
This town aboue al townes to raise was
Iunos most desyre,
For sooke her seate at
Samos yle and here her armes she set,
Her chare, and here she myndes to make (if all godds do not let)
Affrik other wise called
Lybya, did worship
Iuno which was enemie to troi ans.
An empyre all the world to rule: but heard she had beforne
From
Troy should ryse a stock, by whom their towres should all be forne
That far and wyde should beare the rule, so fearre in war to feele:
That
Lyby land destroy thei should, so fortune turnes the wheele.
For feare of that, and calling eft the olde war to her mynde,
That she at
Troy had doen before for
Greekes her fréends so kynde.
Ne from her hart the causes old of wrath and sore disdaine
Was slakyd yet, but in her brest high spyte did still remaine.
How
Paris Venus beautie praised and hers estéemed at naught.
She abhores the stock and
Ganimede whom
Ioue to heauen had raught,
Thus flamed in her moode, she kest through al the seas to throwe
The entēt of this worke is only to tell the beginning of
Rome.
The sely poore remain of
Troye that
Greekes had laied so lowe.
And them that wild
Achilles wrath had spared aliue at last
From
Italy she thought to keep till deftnies should be past.
And many a yeare they wandred wyde, in seas and soondrie pyne,
So houge a worke of weyght it was, to buyld of
Rome the lygne.
Scant from the syght of
Scicil yle, their sailes in mery aray
Went vnder wynd, and through the seas, and salt fome made their way:
When
Iuno her bethought again of her immortal wound
Iuno fretting with her selfe.
Vnto her self. And shal I thus be conquerd, and confound?
And shall I leaue it thus ꝙ she? shall yet this
Troyan king
For all my worke to
Italie this people safely bring?
I trow the destnye wils it so, but dyd not
Pallas burne
A fleete of Greekes, and in the seas them all did ouerturne
For one mans sinne, and for the faut of
Aiax made to fall?
She threw the fiers of mighty
Ioue from skies vpon them all.
And drownd their ships, and he him self with whirlewynde set a sier
All smoking on the roks she kest his carcas to erpier
But I, that quéene of gods am cald and sister of
Ioue in throne
And eke his wyfe, how long I war with this poore stocke alone?
So many a yere? and who shal now dame
Iunos godhead knowe,
Or shortly vpon myne altars who due honours will bestow?
Acolia a windy cofe irey.
Thus rolling in her burning brest she straight to
Aeolia hyed
Into the countrey of cloudy skyes where blustring wyndes abyde.
King
Aeolus the wrasiling wynds in caues he locks full lowe:
In prison strong the stormes he kéepes forbidden abrode to blowe.
Thei for disdaine with murmour great at euery moush do rage,
But he a loft with mace in hand their force doth al aswage.
If he so did not: lands and seas and skyes they would so swéepe
Within a while, that all were gone. Therfore in dongeons déepe
Almighty
Ioue did close them vp, and hilles hath ouerset,
And made a king, that should know when to louse them, when to let.
Whom to entreat this
Iuno came, and thus to him she spake:
King
Aeolus, for vnto thée the great god hath betake
And giuen thée leaue to lift the flouds and calm to make them still:
On
Tyrrhen sea there sailes a fléete that beares me no good wil.
To
Italy thei mynde to passe, a newe
Troy there to bylde.
An angr
[...] Goddesse.
Let out thy wynds and all their ships do drowne with waters wylde.
Disperse them al to sondrie shores or whelme them downe with déepe.
Of goodly Ladies seuen and seuen about me I do kéepe,
Whereof the fairest of them all that cald is
Deiopey,
Shalbe thyne owne for euermore, my mynde if thou obey,
And of a goodly son (quod she) she shall thée make a syer.
To that said
Aeolus: O Quéene: what néedes all this desyer:
Commaund me dame, I must obey, my dutie it is of right,
By you this kingdom first I gat, and grace of
Ioue on hight.
You make me sit among the gods at banketts this ye know,
You gaue me might these stormy wynds to strain, or make to blow.
He turnd his sword when this was said, and through the hil he pusht
And at that gap with throngs atones the wynds furth out thei rusht.
The whirlewinds to the land went out, and then to seas thei flewe,
Both East and West, and from the sauds the waues aloft thei threw.
The stormy South again the cliues the waters dryue so hye,
A sodaine storme.
That cables al began to crack, and men for dreed to crye,
Anone was taken from Troians eyes both sight and light of sonne
And on the sea the grym darke night to close all in begonne.
The thonders roard, and lightning lept full oft on euery syde,
There was no man but present death before his face espyde.
Aeneas than in euery lymme with cold began to quake,
With hands vp throwen to heauens aloft his mone thus gan he make.
O ten tymes treble blessed men that in their parents sight
Before the loftye walls of Troy, did lose their lyues in fight.
Drownyng is miserable.
O Diomedes, valiaunt lord, and guyd of
Greekes most stout
Could I not of thy force haue fallen and shed my lyfe right out:
In
Troian feelds? where
Hector ferce lyeth vnder
Achilles launce
King
Serpedon and many a lord, how blisfull was their chaunce?
Whose bodies with their armes and shéeldes in
Simois waters sinkes.
A piteons tempest.
As he thus spake, the Northern blast his sailes brake to the brinkes,
Vnto the skyes the waues them lift, their ores bin all to torne,
Away goth helme, and with the surge the ship syde downe is borne,
In come the seas, and hye as hills some hang in studs aboue,
Some down the gaping water sends against the sands to shoue.
There thre at ones the Sothern wynd into the rocks hath cast
(So they call stones that in the seas lyke altars lye full fast)
And thre the Eastern wynde also (that pitie it is to thinke)
Out of the déepe into the sholdes, and quicksands made to sinke.
And one that men of
Lycia land, and trusty
Orontes helde,
Afore his face there fela sea that made the puppe to yelde.
And hedlong down the master fals, and thryse the keele aground
The water whirlde, and at the last the wylde sea swallowd round.
Than might you see both here and there, men with their armour swim,
The robes and peinted pompe of
Troy lay fléeting on the brim,
And now the ships where
Ilionee, and where
Achates strong,
And where as
Abas went, and where
Alethes liuing long,
The wether had woon, and through the ribs the seas came wonders fast:
A frend in extremitie.
When sodenly the god
Neptune vpsterte him al agast.
With woonder how so great a rage should hap to him vntold,
And forth his noble face he putts the waters to behold,
There saw he how
Aeneas shipps through all the seas bespred,
And
Troian folks y
[...]ound with flood, and stormes falke ouer head.
Anon the craft thereof he knew, and
Iuno his sisters yre.
Strait by their names he calls the windes, who than began retyre.
Are you so bold you blastes (quod he) without my licence here
The lands and skies and seas also with such a storme to stéere?
I will be quyte: but first is best the floods to set in stay,
And after this for your deserts be sure I shall you pay.
In hast begone, go tell your king the seas is not his charge,
But vnto me that lot befell with mace threforked large.
Not here, but in his caues of wynde, his court go bid him keepe.
There let him if he list, you blasts enclose in prison déepe.
Obedience of waters.
This spoken: with a thought he makes the swelling seas to cesse,
And Sunne to shine, and clouds to flée, that did the skies oppresse.
The Mermaides therwithal appeares, and
Triton fléetes aboue,
And with his forke thei al the ships from rocks do softly moue,
Then letts he lose the perlous sandes that ships a way may slyde,
And on the seaful smoothe his chare with whéeles he made to ryde.
And lyke as in a people stoute whan chaunceth to betyde
The multitude to make a fray of wit full often wyde,
That stones, and weapons flyes abroad, and what come furst to hand,
Some sadman comth, that for his right is loued of al the land:
Anon they ceasse and silence make, and down thei lay their rage,
To harke at him, and he with speche their wood myndes doth aswage.
So fel this deadly fray at sea, when
Neptune had controlde
The waters wyld, and through the seas his chare abroad had rolde.
The men of
Troy vnto the shore that next was in their sight
Their were driuen to
Afrike,
Made hast to drawe, and on the cost of
Africa they light.
Far in the shore there lyeth an yle, and there besydes a bay,
Where from the chanell déepe the hauen goeth in and out alway.
On either syde the reaches hie, to heauen vp clyme to growe,
And vnder them the stil sea lyeth, for there no breth can blowe.
But gréene wood like a garland growes, and hydes them al with shade,
And in the midds a pleasaunt caue there stands of nature made,
Where sits the
Nimphes among the springs in seates of mosse and stone
When ships are in, no Cables néede nor ankers néede they none.
Then from the ship to walke a lande
Aeneas longid sore,
And chose of all the number seuen and brought with him to shore.
There by a banke their wéery limmes of salt sea did thei stretche,
Ease after traualle,
And first
Achates from the flynt a sparke of fyer did fetche,
Which he receiued in matter meete, and drye leaues laied about.
Than vitells out they layd a lande, with seas welnere ymarde.
And corne to drie they set, and som with stones they brusyd hard,
There whylest
Aeneas vp the rocke was gone to walke on hye,
To sée where any ships of his astray he might espye,
If
Caicus armes vpon the sayle, or
Capis happs to showe.
No boate in sight, but on the shore thre Harts there stode arowe:
And after them the heard behinde along she valley fedde.
He stayed, and of his bowe and bolts
Achates straite him spedde.
The chéef that hyest bare their heads, adown with darts he kest,
And to the woods he folowed than with lyke pursuite the rest.
He left them not till seuen of them were falne with bodies greate,
To matche the number of his shipps that now had neede of meate.
Than to the hauen he doth the fleshe among his men deuide,
And pipes of wine departed eke that was abourde that tide,
Which good
Acestes had them giuen when they from
Scicile went.
And than to cheere their heauy harts with these words he him bent.
Good cō fort of a Captayne.
O mates quod he, that many a wo haue bidden and borne ere this,
Worse haue wée séene, and this also shall ende when gods will is.
Through
Scilla rage (you wot) and through the roring rocks wée past,
Though
Ciclops shore was ful of fear, yet cam wée through at last.
Pluck vp your harts and driue from thence both thought and feare away,
To thinke on this may pleasure be perhaps another day.
With paines and many a daunger sore by sondrie chaunce wée wende,
To come to
Italia where wée trust to finde our resting ende,
And where the destnyes haue decréed
Troys kindoms eft to rise,
Be bolde, and harden now your selfs take ease when ease applise.
Thus spake he tho, but in his hart huge cares him had opprest,
Vnder the name of
Aeneas is described in
Virgill the part of a perfite wise man and valiaunte captaine if ye marke it.
Dissymling hope with outward eyes, full heauy was his brest,
Than all bestyrd them to the praye, the bankettes gan beginne,
The skinnes from of the flesh they pluct, and eke thentrailes within.
Some cut their shares, and quaking yet on broches gan to broyle,
Some blew the fyer to burne, and some their cawdrons set to boyle.
Good cheere they made and fed them fast as on the grasse they sat,
With wine and vittels of the best, and red deare good and fat.
Whan meate was done and honger past, and trenchers vp were take,
Great serch and talking for theyr fréends that were behind they make.
In hope and dreed of them they stand, and whether a liue they be
Or what is elles of them become, or shall they hem euer see.
But chiefly good
Aeneas dyd the case full sore lament
Of stoute
Orontes and
Amicus whom the seaes had hent,
And other whiles he syghed sore for
Licus piteous fall,
And mighty
Gias and
Cloanthus mournd he most of all.
And now an ende therof therwas, when
Ioue him self on hye
Beheld the seas where shyps do sayle, and broad londs vnder skye.
And from the toppes of heauens aboue he kest his eyes adowne,
And stayed to loke on
Affrike land and who there bare the crowne.
And vnto him as to and fro his carefull mynd he cast:
Came
Venus in, and sad she was vnlyke her custome past.
With teares about her eyes so bright she thus began to playne:
O kinge (ꝙ she) that ouer vs all both gods and men dost raygne
For euermore, and with thy dintes of lighting makest a fright:
What hath my son
Aeneas wrought or spoken agayne thy might?
What hath the symple
Troians done? that after tormentes all,
From
Italy to keepe them of the world is made to small?
Somtyme ye said ther shuld arise (whan yeres wer comen about)
The men of Rome that of the ligne of
Troy should be so stout,
That seas and londes shold to their rule both far and nye suppresse.
What makes O mighty father now your will a way to dresse?
In hope therof ywis I tooke the fall of
Troy so lyght,
And thought amendes shuld now be made and pleasur payn to quyte
But now I see the same mischaunce the poore men yet to chase.
What ende therof shall wee a wayte at your almighty grace?
Antenor through the middes of
Greece had fortune sauf to steale,
And to
Lyburnus kingdome came as destnye list to deale
Euen to the middes therof, and head wherout
Tymauus springs,
Where issues nine the sea makes in, for noise the mountain rings.
Yet for the men of
Troy to dwell a citie bylt he there,
Padua by name, and gaue them lawes and armes of
Troy to beare.
Now lyeth he there in pleasaunt rest, no wight him doth disease,
But wee your stock whom to the starres of heauen admit you please:
Our shyps destroyed (I abhorre to thinke) and for the cruell spight
Of one alone, wee be betrayed and spoyled of our right,
Ne to the coastes of
Italy for ought wée can attayne.
Is this the fathers loue wee fynd? so stablish you my raygne?
The maker of the Gods and men to her all sweetely smyles
With countnaunce such as from the skies y
e stormes & cloudes exiles.
And swéetely kosthys doughter dere, and ther withall he speakes:
Feare not (ꝙ he) thy mens good hap, for none their fortune breaks.
Thy kyngdome prosper shall, and eke the walles I thee behight:
Thou shalt sée rise in
Lauyne land and grow ful great of might.
propheties spoken by
Ioue to
Venus of things that after ensued.
And thou thy sonne
Aeneas stout to heauen shalt bryng at last,
Amonge the gods be sure of this, my mynd is fixed fast.
And now to thée disclose I shall (for sore I sée thée dout)
The long discourse of destenyes that yeres shall bryng about.
Great warre in
Italy haue he shall, ere he the people wyld
May vndertread, and lerne to lyue, and than the citie byld.
That sommers thre ere he shall syt as king them shall renew,
And winters thre, before he can the
Rutyls all subdewe.
Than shall
Ascanius (now a childe) whose name
Yulus hyght,
(Was
Ylus cald when
Troys estate and kingdome stode vpryght)
Till space of thirtie yeres expire his kyngdome shall obtayne,
And he from
Lauyne shall translate the olde state of the raygne,
And strongly fortifye the towne of
Alba longe shall he,
Where whole thre hundred yeres the stock of
Hector kings shalbe.
Til
Iha Quéene,
Romulus and
Remus were nourished of a she Wolfe.
with child by
Mars two twinnes to light shal bring
Whom wolues shal nurse, and proude therof he growes that shalbe king.
He
Romulus shall take the rule, and vp the walles shall frame
Of mightie
Rome, and Romaines all shall call then of his name,
No ende to their estate I set, ne termes of tyme or place,
But endles shall their empire growe and
Iunos cruell grace
That now with feare the grounde beneth turmoiles, and eke the skyes,
Shall leaue her wrathe, and worke with me, and take more sad auyse,
To loue the Romaines lords of peace, and people clad in gowne.
Let it be so: let tyme roll on, and set furth their renowne.
Then shal be borne of Troian blood the emprour
Caesar bright,
Whose empire through the seas shal stretch and fame to heauen vpright
And
Iulius his name it is of mightie
Iule deriued:
Him laden full of Esterne spoyles by him in warrs atchiued:
In heauen thou shalt bestowe full glad, and vowes men shal him hight.
Then down goth war, men shalbe mylde, in armes shal not delight,
Then truth and right and
Romane gods shal sit with lawes in hande,
The gates of war with bolts and barrs of hard stéele fast shall stande.
And therewithin on armour heapes sits Batail rage, and wailes
With brasen chaines a hundred bounde, his wastling not auailes.
Thus much he saied, and down anon the son of
May he sent,
Mercurie the somee of Maye.
That new
Carthage, and al the costes of
Affrike should be bent
The
Troians to receyue a land, lest
Dido there the Quéene
Might from her shore expell them of, er she the cause had séene.
And downe he flyes him throughe the skyes, with wings as swift as
And on the land of
Lyby stode, and did his fathers mynde. (wynde
With that the
Moores laid down their rage (as god did bid) and eke
The Quéene her self gan turne, and to the
Troians waxed meke.
But good
Aeneas all that night his mynde about he tost,
And in the morning went him out to serche and sée the cost,
To learne what land thei were com to, what people dwelt thereon
If men or saluage beasts it hold, for tilde he could sée non.
This would he know, and to his men the truthe of all to tell.
Therwhilest within a water caue his shipps he made to dwell,
Whom trées & woods with shadowes thicke and eke the rocke doth hyde.
Than forth he goth, and toke but one
Achates by his syde.
And launces two thei bare in hand of metal sharpe and light,
And as thei went amid the wood he met his mother right,
Most like a maide in maidens wéede, she maidens armour beares,
As doth
Harpalicee the Quéene that horses wilde outweares.
So wight of fote, that
Heber streame so swift she leaues behinde,
For hunterlike her how she bare, her locks went with the winde
Behinde her backe, and tuckt she was that naked was her knée.
She cald to them and said, good sirs, I pray you did you sée
To stray this way as ye haue come, my sisters any one?
With quiuer bound that in the chase of some wild best are gone?
Or with a cry pursueth a pace the fomy bore to paine?
So
Venus said, and
Venus son her answerd thus againe.
None of thy sisters haue I séen nor heard I thée assure
O mayde, what shal I make of thée, thy face I sée so pure.
Not mortall like, ne like mankinde thy voice doth sound, I gesse
Some goddesse thou art, and
Phebus bright thy brother is doubtles,
Or of the noble
Nymphes thou comest, of grace we thée beseche
What euer thou art, and helpe our néede, and now vouchsaue to teach
What lond is this? what coast of heauen be we come vnder here?
Where nether man nor place we know, so straied we haue in frre,
Out of our course we haue béene cast with windes and floods yshake,
Afore thine altars many a beast to offre I vndertake.
As for mine altars (ꝙ she tho) no suche estate I beare,
The maner is of virgins here this short aray to weare.
In purple wéede wee vse to walke with quiuer light onbound,
The realme of
Affrike here thou séest, and men of
Tyrus ground.
Here is the citie of
Agenor, ferce be the lands about,
Quéene
Dido rules and weres the crowne from
Tyrus she came out
And lately from her brother fled, the cause is long to lere.
The story long, but touch I will the chief and leaue it there.
Sicheus was her husband tho: the richest man of ground
In al that coast, and déepe (good hart) in loue with her was dround.
For her to him her father gaue a virgin yet ontwyght
And to her brother came the crown of
Tyrus than by right
Pigmalion, a sinfull wretch of all that euer raignde,
Whom couetise did blinde so sore, and rage of fury strainde,
That onaware, with priuy knife before the altars pure
He slew
Sicheus, and of his sisters loue he thought him sure.
And long he kept the déede in close, and she good soule full sad
The crafty théefe made wondrous meanes and tales her mind to glad.
But in a dreame (vnburied yet) her husband came tappere
With visage pale, and wondrous hewes, ful deadly was his chere
And told her all, and wide his wound disclosing shewd his brest
How he before the altars was, for what entent opprest.
And had her flée the wicked soile ere worse might her befall.
And treasor vnder grounde he shewd to helpe her therwithall,
Both golde and siluer plenty great vnknowen till than, and so
This
Dido did, and made her fréends and ordeind furth to go.
Than such as for his wicked life the cruell tirant hates,
Or ben afraied of him for ought, them getts out of the gates
In ships that readie lay by chaunce, the gold with them thei packt
Thei spoild also
Pigmalion, this was a womans act.
Than past thei furth and here thei came, where now thou shalt espie
The hugy walls of new
Carthage that now they rere so hie.
Thei bought the soile and
Birsa it cald whan first thei did begin,
As much as with a bull hide cut thei could inclose within.
But what are you faine would I know, or what coast come ye fro?
Where woulde you bée? demaunding thus he answerd her onto.
With sighing déepe, and from his brest heauy his tale he fet.
O lady mine (ꝙ he) to tell if nothing did me let,
And of our paines ye list to here the stories out at large:
The day were short, and ere an end the sunne would him discharge.
Of auncient
Troy (if euer
Troy beside your eares hath past)
Of thens be wée: by sundrie seas and coasts wée haue ben cast.
And now the tempest hath vs brought to
Lyby land by chaunce.
My name
Aeneas clepyd is any countrey gods (taduaunce)
In ships I bring: vnto the starrs well blased is my fame.
Of
Italy I séeke the lond, and
Ioues offpring I ame
A
Troian fleete I tooke to sea with twenty vessels wide,
My mother goddesse taught my way, as destny did me gide.
Now seuen thereof do skant remain, the rest with wethers gon,
And I vnknowen in wildernesse here walke and comfort non.
From
Asia and from
Europa quite thus driuen I am: with that
She could no longer byde him speake, but brake his tale therat.
What euer thou art (ꝙ she) for well I wot the gods aboue
Doth loue thée much to saue thy lyfe to this place to remoue.
Go forth to yonder
Palais straight, assay the Quéene to sée,
For safe thy company a land be set beléeue thou me.
And safe thy ships are come to shore, with Northen wind at wil,
An old superstitiō of bruinatiō. by birdes called augutium.
Onles my cunning failes me nowe whom wont I was to skil.
Behold the flocke of sixe and sixe that yonder chéerly flies
Of Swannes, whom late an Egle ferce did chace through al the skies.
Now toward lond, or on the lond, they séeme their course to kéepe,
And as for ioy of danger past their winges aloft they swéepe
With myrth and noise: right so thy men and al thy shipps a row
Be come to hauen, or nere the hauen in safgard, this I knowe.
Now get thee forth, and where the way thée ledes hold on thy pace.
Skant had she said, and thérwithall she turnd aside her face,
As read as rose she gan to shine, and from her heauenly heare
The flauour sprang, as
Nectar swéete, down fell her kirtell there,
And like a goddesse right she fled. Whan he his mother wist,
He folowed fast and cald (alas) what mean you, thus to list
In fained shapps so oft to me begiling to apeare?
Why hand in hand embrace wee not, and iointly speake and heare?
Thus plaining sore he still his pace vnto she citie holdes.
But
Venus as they went, a weede about them both she foldes,
Venus inclosed them both in a cloude.
Of myst and cloud and aire so thicke, that no man shuld them fyie
Ne do them harme, nor interrupt, nor aske them who nor why.
[...]
And eke him selfe among the lords of
Greece he saw to be.
And armies out of
Inde there came and
Memnons blacke aray,
And from the realme of
Amazon with thronges and targettes gay
Penthasilee Virago féers, amids the millions standes
In armour girt, her pappe set out with lace of golden bandes,
A Quéene of war, though maide she be, with men she likes to trie.
She wold bekowen for a woman.
Whyle thus about this
Troian duke
Aeneas led his eie.
With maruel much, and ernest stoode him still in one to vewe,
To temple comes this
Dido lo, the Quéene so faier of hewe
Of lordes and lusty yonkers fine about her many a rout.
Most like vnto
Diana bright whan she to hunt goth out.
Vpon
Eurotas bankes, or through the copps of
Cynthus hill
Whom thousands of the ladie
Nymphes awaite to do her will.
She on her armes her quiuer beres, and al them ouershynes,
And in her brest the tikling ioy her hart to mirth enclines.
So
Dido came, and freshly glad amonge the prease she past.
And forward she their work set forth and cherly biddes them hast.
Whan she into the temple came, before the goddesse gate
Amidds her gard, her downe she sat in seate of great estate.
There iustice, right and law she gaue, and labours did deuide
In euquall parts, or ells by lot let men their chaunce abide.
Whan sodenly
Aeneas seeth with great concourse to throng
Both mighty
Anteas and
Serestus, and
Cloanthus strong.
And other
Troians many one, whom wethers wide had spred
And driuen abroade in sondry sortes to diuers coastes yled:
Astoind with him
Achates was, for ioy thei would haue lept
To ioyne their hands, but fear agein them held and close ykept
Tooke nothing on, and through the cloud thei hid, did all behold
What chaunce thei had, and where their shipps and what shore might thē hold
What make they there, for men youlde of al the nauy chief
With cries into the temple came, to seeke the Quéenes relief.
Whan they were in, and license had before the Quéene to speake,
The greatest lord sir
Ilionce, thus gan the silence breake.
The oratiō of
Ilioneus to
Dido.
O Quéene to whoome is giuen of god to bylde this citie new,
And for your iustice peoples proud and saluage to subdue:
Wée
Troians poore, whom through the seas al tempests tossid haue,
Beséeke your grace our seely shipps from wicked fier to saue.
Haue mercy vpon our gentle stocke, and graciously relieue
Our painful case: wée come not here with wepons you to gréene,
To spoyle the coast of
Lyby land, nor boties hence to beare.
Wée conquerd men be not so bolde, our pride néede none to feare.
There is a place the
Greekes by name
Hesperia do call
An auncient lond and stout in war, and fruteful soill withall
Out from
Enotria they came that furst did till the same,
Now
Italy men say is calde so of the capteins name.
To that our course was bent,
Whan sodenly there rose at south a wind and tempest wood
That toward shore enforst to fal, and so tooke on the flood,
That in the rocks wée be disperst, wée few this coast haue caught.
What kind of men be these of yours? what maners wild ytaught
This countrey kéepes? to lodge in sand wée can not suffred bee.
Thei fight, and non to tread a land thei can content to sée.
If mortall men you do despise and care for non in fight:
Yet haue respect to goods aboue that iudge both wrong and right.
Wée had a king
Aeneas cald, a iuster was ther non
In vertue, nor in feates of war, or armes coulde matche him one.
Whom if the destnies kéepes aliue (if breath and aier of skies
He drawes, nor yet among the goasts of cruell death he lies)
There is no feare it shalbe quitte the fauour now you showe,
You furst his kindnes to prouoke shal neuer repent I knowe.
In diuers yles some cities be that
Troian armour beares,
Of
Troians blood ther is also
Acestes crown that weares.
Now gyue vs leaue our shaken ships to lay a land wée pray,
And tymber to repare them eke, and ores to passe our way:
That with our king if wée can méete, and eke our felowes moo:
To
Italy by your relief with glad chere wée may goo.
But if that comfort all be past, and mightie father thee
The
Lyby seas hath had, nor of
Ascanius hope may wée:
Yet at the least to
Scicil yle, and seates that wil not swarue,
From whens wee came let vs depart, and king
Acestes serue.
So said sir
Ilionee, the rest of the
Troians cried the same
At ones with murmour great.
Than
Dido shortly full demure her eyes down set, and thus
Cast of your care you
Troians, set your hartes at eas for vs.
Great néede, and yet the raw estate of this my kingdom newe,
Compells me thus my coast to kéepe, and wide about me vietre.
Who knowes not of
Aeneas? who? or hath not heard the name
Of lusty
Troy: and of the men and al that warre the flame?
The further from the son, the duller wits The cōmō people imagined the son to be caried aboute in a charetwith horses.
We
Moores be not so base of wit, ne yet so blunt of minde.
Ne from this town the sunne his stéedes so far away doth wind.
Go where you pleas, to
Italy to old
Saturnus feeldes,
Or get you into
Scicile land that king
Acestes wéeldes.
I will you helpe, and sée you saufe, and giue you goodes to go.
Wil you remaine euen here with me? can you content you so?
This towne is yours, I haue it made, set vp your ships anone:
A
Troian and a
Moore to me indiffrent shalbe one.
And would to god your king had hapt this way also to bend,
And were hym self
Aeneas here, forsoth I will out send
Along the coastes and wildernes, perhaps he may be found,
Af anywhere in townes he straies, or woods of
Affrike ground.
With this the
Troians comfort tooke, and now
Achates strong,
And lords
Aeneas through the cloud to breake thei thought it long.
Achates to
Aeneas first him drew and to him said:
Thou goddesse son what meanst thou thus: how long shal we be staid?
Al thing thou séest is sauf and sure, our fléete, our frends, and all.
We misse but one whom in the middes of studds we saw to fall
And drownd, but in the rest I sée your mothers tale is trew.
Skant had he spoke, and sodenly the cloud from them withdrew,
And vanisht into aier alone, and left them bare in light.
Aeneas stode and freshly shind, all men be hold him might,
Most like a god with face and hew, for than his mother deare
Set furth her son with shoulders faier, and comly shind his heare.
And with a roset youth his eies and countnaunce ouercheard,
And white as burnisht Iuery fine his neck and hands appeard,
Ful like as if the siluer cleare, or pearles are put in gold.
Than to the Quéene he steps, and said (all sodeinly) behold
He that you séeke, lo here I am,
Aeneas Troian I:
Escapid from the
Lyby seas where lost I was welny.
O Quéene that in our woes (alone) such mercy dost extende
To vs the poore remain of
Troy, that welny brought to an ende
By seas and londes are tost and tierd, of all thing bare and peld,
Our town, our house, our peoples eke: you worthy thanks to yeld
It lieth not
Dido in our power nor what is euery where
Of Troian blood, not all that through the wide world skattred were.
The almighty gods (if pitie they regard, or if there be
Of iustice any whyt, or soule that vertue loues to sée)
Do pay thy méede: what happy world forth such a treasur brought?
What blessed father thée begat, and mother such hath wrought?
While floods into the seas do runne, while hills do shadowes cast,
And whyle the starrs about the skies doth turne and tary fast:
Shall neuermore with me thy name thy praise and honor end,
What land soeuer calth me to. So sayd, and than his frend
Sir
Ilionee by hand he tooke, and than
Serestus strong,
The Quéene astoined gan to be, whan first she saw the sight,
And waied the chaunce of such a lorde, and thus her words she dight.
Thou goddesse son, what fortune thée through al these dangers driues?
What force onto this cruel shore thy person thus arriues?
Art thou not he
Aeneas whom from
Dardanus the king,
Anchises gat on
Venus hie, where
Symois doth spring?
Ere this I well remember, how that
Teucer from his raigne
Expulsed was, and to the town of
Sidon flée was faine,
Some helpe at
Belus hand topteine, his kingdome to restore.
Than ward my father
Belus wide in
Cypers land so sore,
And conquerd all and kept the state, that tyme I heard the fall
Of
Troy, and eke the name of thée, and kings rehearcid all.
Their enmies of the
Troians than great praise abrode did blowe,
And of the auncient race of
Troy to come he would be knowe.
Wherfore approche, and welcome all, my houses shall you host,
For like mischaunce with labours sore, my self somtime hath tost.
And fortune here hath set me now, this land thus to subdewe,
By proofe of paine I haue ben taught on painfull men to rewe.
Thus talked she, and than
Aeneas to her pallais brought,
Whan on their altars thei had done such honors as thei thought.
Yet ceassed not the Quéene to send vnto his men that tide
A skore of bulles, and eke of brawnes a hundred rough of hyde,
And with the dammes a hundred more of lambes both good and fat,
The gladsome giftes of god.
The inner court was all beset with riches round about,
And in the midds the feastes they gan prepare for all the rout,
With precious clothes and conning wrought, & proudly enbrodred wide.
And on the bourdes the mighty piles of plate there stode beside,
Whereon was grauen in golden worke the stories all by rowe,
And déedes of lordes of antike fame a long discourse to knowe.
Aeneas than (for in his minde could loue not let him rest)
His fréend
Achates for his sonne
Ascanius hath him drest
Onto the shipps, and bad him tell the newes, and bring him there
As fast as may, for in
Ascanius fixt was al his feare.
And gifts with him he bad to bring from
Troy destroyed yfet.
A royal pal, that al with gold and stones was ouerset,
And eke a robe with borders riche, sometyme it was the wéede
Of
Helene bright, whan
Paris her from
Grece to
Troy did léede.
Her mother
Ledas gift it was, a wondrous worke to viewe.
A scepter eke that
Ihonee king
Priams doughter trewe
Was wont to beare, and more a brooche that from her neck went down
With precious pearles, and dooble set of fine golde eke a crown.
Théese thinges to fet
Achates hast onto the nauie makes.
But
Venus straunge deuises new, and counsails new she takes,
That
Cupide shall the face and hewe of swéete
Ascanius take,
Venus trāsformeth
Cupide her son into the likenes of
Ascanius.
And beare the presents to the Quéene her heart a fier to make
With feruent loue, and in her bones to fling the priuy flame.
Suspect she doth the
Moores, that haue of dooble toong the name,
And
Iunos wrath her fretts, and in the night her care returnes.
Therefore she thus exhortes her son
Cupide that louers burnes.
My son, that art my stay alone, my great renowne and might,
My son, that of the thonderblastes of hye
Ioue setst but light,
How through the seas
Aeneas myne thy brother hath ben thrown
By cruell
Iunos wicked wrath, to thée is not vnknown.
And often mournd with me thou hast therfore, but so it is,
With
Dido Quéene he lodgeth now, and faier he flattred is.
But wherto
Iunos Innes wil turne, is matter hard to know,
In such a time of daunger great thou maist not be to slow.
Wherfore preuenting al mischaunce, I list to worke a wile,
And with the flame of loue I meane the Quéene now to begyle.
Lest by some misaduenture bad her minde she haply turne,
But for
Aeneas loue with me somedeale I like she burne.
And how this thing ywrought shalbe, giue eare and know my minde.
Now goth the child, my chiefest care vnto his father kynde
Into the town, and from the seas the presentes forth he brings
That from the flames of burning
Troy was kept as worthy things
Him purpose I a sleape to make, and into hie
Cythere,
Or to my seates in
Ida mount, all onaware to beare,
That from this craft he may be farre, ne let herin do make
Thou for a night, and not beyond, his forme and figure take
Her to begile, and of a child thou child put on the face,
That whan within her lappe the Quéene thée gladly shal embrace,
Wantonnes after good fare.
Among the royall pompe of meate and wine of
Bacchus blisse,
And clippes thee swéete, and on thy lipps doth préesse the pleasant kisse:
Disperse in her the secret flame and poyson swéete inspier.
Loue doth obey, puts of his winges, and after her desier
Puts on
Ascanius shap forthwith, and lyke the same he went.
But
Venus on
Ascanius swéete a restful slomber cast,
And in her bosome vp she beares, and forth with him she past
To
Ida woods, where bedds of Tyme and Maioram so soft,
And lusty flowres in gréenewod shade him breathes and comforts oft.
And now is
Cupide on his way, Achates with him yeid,
The royal presents to the court thei bare as thei were bydde.
Whan in they came, the Quéene her set in chaire on carpet gay,
Of kingly state, with hangings riche in golde and proud aray.
And now the Lord
Aeneas eke and youth of
Troian rout
Together came, in purple seates bestowd they were about.
The waiters gaue the waters swéete, and princely towels wrought,
And eke the bread in sondrie gyse on basketts fine they brought.
And fifty ladies far within there was, that had the charge
Of all the feast to be set forth, and fiers on altars large.
A hundred more to wait and carue, and like of age and trade
A hundred gentlemen, the bourdes with deinty fare to lade.
And many lords of
Moores among, at euery bourd to dine
Came in, and wéere commanded sit on picturd carpets fine.
They wondred at the presents there, they wondred at
Iule,
His countnaunce quick, and wel that god his eyes and toong could rule:
But specially the Quéene was caught in meruell to behold
Vpon the chyld, vpon the pall, the giftes and robe of gold.
No sight her eyes could draw ther from, and as she loked more:
The more she fell into the flame, that after paind her sore.
But chiefly to the noble boy she moues, who in a while
Whan he his father false with loue and kissyng did begyle:
Onto the Quéene he drew, and her with eyes and brest and all
About her neck embraseth swéete, and whole on her doth fall.
She on her lap somtyme him setts, good
Dido nothingh knowes
How great a god vpon her sitts, what cares on her he throwes.
He thinking on his mothers art, by smal and smal doth make
The Quéene forget her husband dead, and him from mynde to shake.
And where of loue she nothing féeles her hart she kept so true:
Her woonted heat and old desires he stéeres and doth renue.
Whan men from meate began to rest, and trenchers vp wer take,
Great bolles of wines along thei set, and crownes on them thei make.
Great chere in all the chambers wyde, of noise the hall it ringes,
And tapers toward night thei burne hie hangd with golden stringes.
And with the light of torches great the darke of driue atones.
The Quéene commaunds a mighty bolle of gold and precious stones
To fill with wine, whom
Belus king and al king
Belus line
Was wont to hold, than through them al was silens made by signe.
O
Ioue, ꝙ she, for thou of hostes and gestes both great and small
Men say the lawes hast put: giue grace I pray, and let vs all
Both
Moores and also
Troians here this day for good be met,
That all our ofspring after vs this time in ioy may set.
Now
Bacchus maker of the mirth, good
Iuno goddesse déere,
And you O
Moores go do your best théese
Troians for to chéere.
Thus said she, and whan the grace was done, the boll in hand she sipt,
And in the liquor swéete of wine her lipps she scantly dipt:
But onto
Bitias she it raught with charge, and he anon
The fomy bolle of gold vpturnde, and drew till all was gon.
Than all the lordes and states about: And on his golden harp
Iopas with his bushie locks in swéete song gan to carp,
Of stories such as him had taught most mighty
Atlas old.
The wandring Moone, and of the Sonne the daily toile he told.
Songs of astronomie for princes
How mankind was begoon and beaste, wherhens the fier and shoures
Procéedes, and how the starrs arisen and fallen in certein houres.
The wain, the plough starrs, & the seuē that storms and tēpest loures.
What meanes the sonne that to the seas he westward hieth so fast
In winter daies, and why the nightes so short in sommers wast.
The
Moores with cries cast vp their hands, so doth the
Troians eke,
And al that night of them the Quéene new talke began to seke.
Full oft of
Priam wold she know, of
Hector oft enquéeres,
In what aray
Auroras son came in, she gladly heres.
What horses
Diomedes brought, how great
Achilles was
She lernid all to soone, and of long loue she bibbes (alas)
And from the first (ꝙ she) my gest, vouchsaue I pray to tell
The treasons of the
Greekes, and how your towne and people fell.
And of your chaunce and trauailes all, for thus these seuen yéere
About the lands and all the seas thou wandrest as I here.
DEO GRACIAS.
Per Thomaem Phaer,
25. Maij finitum. Inchoatum 9 eiusdem. 1555. in foresta Kilgerran Southwallie. Opus 11. dierum.
¶ The seconde booke of the Aeneidos of Ʋirgil.
The Argument.
¶
Aeneas at the request of
Dido, declareth the destructiō of
Troy, which was after this maner. The
Greekes in the tenth yeare of their sledge, whē their force was quailed, and distrustinge their owne abititie: fell vnto crafts, and subtilties, and counterfaytyng a flight the night before the towne was burned: hid them selues in the Ile of
Tenedos, leauyng in the
Troiane fields a wodden horse of such inesteemable bignesse, that it could not be receaued in at the Citie gates, and in his wombe they enclosed the most valient souldiers of al theyr nobiliti. The
Troians perswaded partly through the subtiltie of
SINON, and partly afrayde by
LAOCONS punishment: pull downe part of their towne walle, and so bryng in this horse into their Castle. But in the dead time of the night the
Graetians returnyng from
Tenedos entred into the citie through the same bretch whiche was made to brynge in the Horse.
SINON openeth the wombe of the Horse and letteth foorth the armed men, who immediatly spoyle all with fier, and sworde. Whyles these thynges were doyng,
Aeneas is warned in his dreame by
Hector to prouide for himself by flight, and to deliuer his country Gods from the fier. But he preferryng an honorable death, before a cowardly flight: in vayne betaketh him to armes, wherin at the first assault the
Troians had the vpperhande, vntill, followyng the counsell of
Choroebus, they put on
Greekish armour, and so one of them slew another. Then
Priamus pallayce is besieged, and
Priamus slayne by
Pyrrhus, Achilles sonne. Thus, when
Aeneas had assayed all thynges in vayne, when he was now quite out of hope: betaketh the reliques to his father
Anchises, and takyng him vp on his shoulders, with
Ascanius his sonne, and
Creusa his wife: committeth himself to flight. The
Graetians follow fast after, and in that tumult he lost his wife
Creusa, vppon occasion to seeke whom, when as he wandred about all the towne: he met with her ghost, who certified him that she was dead. He returnes agayne to his companie, whether as now were come together a great numbre of men & women, ready to follow him whether so euer he would carie them.
THey whusted all, and fixt with eies ententiue did behold.
Whan Lord
Aeneas where he sat from hie benche thus he told.
A dolefull worke me to renew (O Quéene) thou doost constraine,
To tell how
Greekes the
Troiā welth, & lamētable raigne
Did ouerthrow, which I my self haue seen and béen apart
No small thereof, but to declare the stories all: what hart
Can of the
Greekes or soldiour one of all
Vlisses rout
Refrayne to wéepe? and now the night with hie heauen goth about,
And on the Skies the fallyng Starrs doo men prouoke to rest:
But if such great desier to know, such longyng haue your brest
Of
Troy the latter toyle to here, to speake or yet to thinke
For all that it my mynde abhors, and sorows make me shrinke:
I will begin. Forsaken of Gods, and tyerd with warres at last,
The Lords of
Greekes, whan all in vayn so many yéeres had past,
Pallas goddesse of wisdom and inuention, whom the
Greekes and
Troyās did houour.
A Horse of tree by
Pallas art most lyke a Mount they frame
With timber bourds, and for a vow to leaue they blow the fame.
There is an yle in sight of
Troy and
Tenedos it hight,
A welthy lande whyle
Priams state and kyngdome stoode vpright,
But now a bay, and harber bad for ships to lye at roade,
To that they went, and hid them close that none was séen abroade.
Wée thought them gon, and with the wynde to
Greece to haue béen sled.
Therefore all
Troy for ease of labours long, abroad them spred,
With open gates they ronne to sport, and
Greeskih campes to sée,
And places long of souldiours kept wherof they now be frée.
Here lay the men of
Dolop lande, here fearce
Achilles fought,
Here stoode their ships, and here to trye were wont the armies stout.
Some gased at the straungy gift that there to
Pallas stood,
And wondred at the Horse so great: and furst for councell good,
Tymetes strayght would into towne and market haue it brought,
God wote if craft or whither so of
Troy the fortune wrought.
But
Capis and a few beside that wyser were of skill,
Bad throw the Treasons of the
Greekes and giftes suspected ill
Into the seas, or with a fier ymade to burne outright,
Or hew the ribbs and serche within what thing yhid be might.
The commons into sondry wittes diuided wer and stood,
Till from the town
Laocon came in hast as he were wood,
And after him a number great, and ere they gan to throng
He cried, O wretched citezins, what rage is you among?
Beleue ye gone the
Greekes? or do you thinke that any giftes
Of them be good? so know you wel that false
Vlisses driftes?
In this tree (for my lyfe) is hid of
Greekes an hideous rout,
Or this is but an engin made to skale our walles without:
And sodenly to slip them down and on the citie fall,
Or other worse deuise ther is, take héede ye know not all.
What euer it is, I fear the
Greekes, and trust their gifts as small.
He said, and with a corage good his mighty speare he driues
Against the side beneth his ribbes, that where it hittes it cliues.
It shakes aloft, and still it stood that through the belly round
The vawtes within and croked caues of noise did all rebound.
And if the will of Gods had not: had not our hartes ben blynd:
Ynough was don all vp to breake, and all the craft to find,
And
Troy thou sholdst haue stōd as yet, and
Priams toures haue shind.
Behold the shepherds in this while a yongman haue ycaught,
caused him self of purpose to betaken.
And piniond with his handes behynd vnto the king him braught.
That for the nones had done him self by yelding to be take
To compas this, and to the
Greekes, Troy open wyde to make.
A fellow flie, and stout of minde, and bent in both to trie,
To winne by guile, or if he faile, with certein death to die.
On euery side about him drew the
Troian youth to sée,
And some of them to skorne him gan, but now take hede to me:
You shal perceiue the treasons false of
Greekes, and of this one:
Coniecture all.
For as vnarmed in the middes all vexed there he stoode,
And with his eies on
Troian men did loke with piteous moode:
Alas (ꝙ he) what ground may me,
Sinons lamentacion.
what sea may me receiue?
What shall I caitif miser do? what hope may I conceiue?
That neither with the
Greekes dare bide, and now the
Troians here,
(As worthy is) my blood to shed for vengeaunce do requéere.
With mourning thus our minds gan turne, our force we left alone
And bad him tel what man he was, what ment he thus to mone,
What newes he had he should expres, and forth his mind to breake.
He at the last set feare a side, and thus began to speake.
All thing (ꝙ he) o king, what euer it is I will confesse,
Nor me a
Greeke I can deny among them borne doutlesse.
This first: for though that fortune fals hath
Sinon captiue brought,
A fine dissimuler.
Yet lier shal she neuer make, nor faine or flatter ought.
In speche if euer to your eares the name of
Palamede
Hath come, and of the glory great that of his fame did sprede.
Whom by a treason false the
Greekes in spite by wicked lawe
Vngiltie did condempne (alas) for he from warre did drawe
To death him put,
He toke vp on him to be kinsmā to
Palamedes a Grecian that alwayes did fauour the
Troians,
and now him dead thei morne to haue againe.
His squier I was and kinsman néere, my father (to be plaine)
To him for pouerty me put in armes my youth to frame,
Whyles yet his kingdom stood outwight and (truth to say) some name
And honor eke wée bare with men: but whan through false enuie
The wicked wretche
Vlisses had betraied and done him die:
For wo my lyfe in corners darke, and wayling forth I drewe,
Lamenting sore the fall of myne vngilty fréend so trewe.
And foole I could not hold my peace, but if that fortune serued,
If euer to my countrey come I might, as he deserued
With him I threatned to be quite, and great things did I crake.
Here was the cause of all my wo, this did
Vlisses make
New crimes against me to inuent, and cause me be suspect
To all the campe, as one by
Troy of treason than infect.
Nor would not rest til
Calchas had by his vngracious wit,
But what doo I rehearse these thinges to shew that be not fit?
If al the
Greekes in one estate you hate, if I it wist
It is ynough: you haue me here, take vengeaunce if you list,
Vlisses and
Atridas twain great goods for that would spend.
Than kindled be wée more to know the circumstance and end,
Not thinking of so great a craft, and
Greekes deuise so fell.
All trembling on his cale he goth with fained hart to tell.
Ful oft the
Greekes would haue bene gon, and
Troy haue left at last,
For wery of the war they were, that long in vaine had past.
And gon thei had: but often tymes rough seas, and cruell tyde,
And winter storme, and sothernwinde them stayed and made to byde,
But chiefly whan this timber horse was reysed and stode on ground.
Such noise among the clouds was hard that al the skies did sound.
Euripilus to
Phoebus straight for councell al amaasd
We sent, and he returning home this heauie answere blaasd.
With blood (O
Greekes) ye wan the winds and with a virgin slain,
Whan first the seas to
Troy ye tooke,
Agamemnō slewe his doughter to haue goodwind.
and now through blood again
Séeke to returne, a
Greekish soule for wind you must bestow.
That word whan to the commons eares was soone abrode yblow,
Al men agast, and trembling feare on euery person falles
To think who now this death should die, and whom
Apollo calles.
Vlisses here his time espied, and
Calchas forth he drew
The prophet great, and him before the states of
Greekes anéew
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Another monster worse than this, and worse to dread, our eyes
Amasid made, and quite from doubt confounds our harts so wise.
For as by chaunce that time a priest to
Neptune chosen newe,
Laocoon a mighty bull on the offring altar slewe:
Behold from
Tenedos aloof in calme seas through the déepe
Laocon that smote the worse was billed with his chidrē by serpentes.
(I quake to tell) two serpents great with foldyngs great do swéepe.
And syde by syde in dragons wise, to shore their way they make.
Their heads aboue the streame they hold, their fierred manes they shake,
The salt sea waues before them fast they shouen, and after trailes
Their vgly backes: and long in links behind them drag their tailes.
With rushing noyse the some vpsprings, and now to land they past
With blood read lookes, and glistring fiers their sparckling eyes out cast,
Wher hissing out with spirting toongs their mouthes they lickt for yre,
Wée dead almost for feare do flée, they straight with one desyer
On
Lacon set, and first in sight his tender children twayne
Eche one they tooke, and winding wraps their tender limmes to straine,
And gnawing them with gréedy mouthes (poore wretches) fed thei fast.
Than he him self to their defence with drawn sword making hast,
In hold they caught, and wrething gript his body about at twise,
And twise his throte with rolles they girt themselfs in compas wise,
And than their heads and skalebright necks him ouer aloft they lift;
Whan frō their knots himself to ontwine, with hands he sought to shift,
Their poysons ranck al ouer him ronnes, and lothsom filth out flies.
Therwith a grisly noise he castes, that mounts vp to the skies.
Likewise as from the mortall stroke some woundid bull at stake,
The slaughtring axe hath fled by chance, and roaring loud doth make.
But they anone the dragons twain all gliding swift their leapt,
And to the goddesse sacred seat in
Pallas temple crept,
There vnderneth her shéelde and féete they couching close them kept.
Than trembling feare through al our harts was spred, & wonder new
Wée think how
Lacoon for sinne was payd with vengeaunce dew,
For hurting of that holy gifte, whom he with cursid speare
Assailid had, and worthy was (men sayd) that plage to beare.
Bring in the holy horse they crie, this goddesse wrath to appeas,
And her of mercy great beseeke.
They opē their walles to bring in the horse
Than wide abroad wée breake the walls, away through them wée make.
With corage all men fall to worke, some sort doth vndertake,
His féete on sliding whéeles to slip, some thwart his neck beginne
The cables bind, and on the walls now climes the fatall ginne.
With armour fraight, about him runnes of boyes and gyrles the skul
With songs and himpnes, and glad goth he that hand may put to pull.
It enters, and a front the towne it flydes with thretning sight.
O contrey soile? O house of gods? thou
Ilion, O the might
Of doughty
Troian walles in warre, for there four times a ground
It swaied, and four times through the wombe was harneis hard to sound.
Yet wée went on, and blind with rage our worke wée would not let,
But in this cursid monster brought, by
Pallas tower to set.
Cassandra a prophetesse douphter to king
Priam.
Than prophecies aloud to preache
Cassandra nothing spares
As god enspierd, but neuer of vs beléeued who nothing cares.
And wretches wée that neuer day beside that day shuld byde,
The temples strowd, and through the town great feasting made y
e tide.
This while the firmament doth turn, and dark night vp doth rise,
And ouerhides with shadow great both lones, and seas, and skies,
And falshed of the
Greekes withall and now along the walles
The wéery
Troyans laid at rest, the dead sléepe on them falles.
Whan with their fleete in goodly aray the
Greekish armies soone
From
Tenedos were come (for than full fréendly shone the Moone)
In silens great their woonted shore they tooke, and than a flame
Their Amral ship for warning shewed, whan kept all gods to shame
Sir
Sinon out by stelth him stirres, and wide he settes abrode
His horses paunche, and he disclosid straight laith out his lode,
Thersander, Stelenus, and false
Vlisses, captains all,
And
Athamas, and
Thoas eke, by long ropes down shey fall.
Neptolemus Achilles broode,
Machaon chief of pride,
The inuē ter of the horse was in it him self.
And
Menelae with numbers moo full gladly forth they slyde:
And he him self
Epeus there this mischeif first that found,
The towne inuade they do forthwith: in sléepes and drinking drownd.
They slew the watch, and than the gates broad vp they breke, and stands
Their fellowes redy to receiue, and thicke they ioyne their bands.
That time it was, whan slomber first and dead sléepe déepe opprest
Midnighter.
On wéery mortal men doth créepe, through gods gift swéete at rest.
Vnto my sight (as dreame I did) all sad with dolefull chéere
Did
Hector stand, and large him wéepe with sobbes I might wel here,
With horses haled, as blooddy drawn sometime he was in dust,
And al to swolne his worthy féete where through the thonges wer thrust.
Alas to thinke how sore beraied, how from that
Hector sore
He chaunged was, that in
Achilles spoyles came home before,
Or whan among the ships of
Greece the fiers so fierce he flong.
But now in dust his beard bedaubd, his hear with blood is clong.
With naked woundes, that in defence of
Troiane walls sustainde
He often had: and me to weepe for pity woo constrainde,
With heauy voice me thought I spake, and thus to him I plaind.
Aeneas to
Hector in vision.
O light of
Troy, O
Troian hope at néede that neuer failde,
What contrey thee so long hath kept? what cause hath so preuailde?
That after slaughters great of men, thy town, thy people tierd,
With sondry paines and daungers past, thee long (so sore desierd)
At last wée sée? what chaunce vnkind thy face before so bright
Hath made so foule alas? and why of woundes I sée this sight?
He nothing hereto spake, nor me with vaine talke long delayed,
But heauy from his brest he fet his déepe sight, than he said.
Flée flée thou goddesse sonne, alas, thy self saue from these flames,
The walls ar wonne (ꝙ he) the
Greekes of
Troy pul down the frames.
For
Priam and our contrey déere our duety is don, if hand
Or mans relief myght
Troy haue kept, by this hand had it stand.
And now religions all to thée with Goddes doth
Troy betake,
New fortune thou and they must séeke: thou vnto them shalt make
More mighty walls, whā through the seas long iourneis hast y
u take.
So said, and with his hands me thought he from their altars drewe
The mighty gods, and all their fiers aye lasting out he threwe.
By this time diuers noyse abroad through al the town is stéerd,
And wailinges loude, and more and more on euery side appéerd.
And though my father
Anchises house with trées encompast round
Stood far within, yet brim wée heare the noyse, and armours sound.
Therwith I wooke, and vp the towre I clymbe by staires on hie.
And laied myn eare, and still I stood about me round to spie.
And euen as fier in boystrous wind some contrey ripe of corne
Doth burne, or as a mountain flood with great force down hath borne
The grain, the grasse, the toyle of mē, that plowes & beasts haue wrought,
And trées it hedlong drawes withall, for stones it forceth nought,
The plowman wayling from the rocke beholds and heares the sound:
Right so this wofull sight I saw, and
Greekish treasons found.
And now the great house downe was falne by fier that wild doth flie
Of
Deiphoebus furst, and next, his neyghbour burnes on hie
Vcalegon, and shores and strondes with blasings shines about.
And shriking shoutes of people rise, and Trompets blowen are out.
Amasid I mine armour tooke, nor what to do I wust,
But hedlong ran, and through the throngs to fight I thought to thruff.
And to the castleward I hied more aide to call me nie.
With anger wood, and faier me thought in armes it was to die.
Behold where skaping from the
Greekes, and through their weapōs past
Doth
Panthus ronne, that of the towre was
Phoebus préest, and fast
His relikes with his conquerd gods he hare, and him beside,
His Neuew smal he haling drew, and swift to shoreward hied.
Panthus? where goth the worst: what shift: what towre is best wée take?
Skant had I said, whan he all straught in cries this voice out brake.
Our vtter houre is comen alas, fell destnies death hath brought.
We haue ben
Troyes whan
Ilion was, our glories great to nought
The spiteful gods haue ouerturnd our pompe, our town, our toures,
The city burnes, and who but
Greekes ar lordes of vs and oures.
The hougy horse abrode his men in harneis pourith out,
And
Sinon ouer all triumphes, and fiers he throweth about
With conquest wyde, and euery gate is fild with peoples armde,
With thousands such as out of
Greece so thicke thei neuer swarmde:
The straytes in euery streate they kéepe, the waies with wepons pight,
And stout in rankes they stond with stéele fast bent to death in fight:
Skant doth the watche that kéepe the towres, resist with féeble might.
This whan I heard, no lenger hold my self I could, but right
Into the flames and weapones flew, where most resenibling hell
Men roaring made, and where with cries to heauen the people yell.
Than
Ripheus him self adioynd, and myghty most with launce
Came
Iphitus vnto my side, by moonelight met by chaunce.
And
Hipanis, and
Dimas eke, and about me flocke they more,
With yong
Choroeb duke
Migdons son, that few daies than before
To
Troy was come,
Cassandras loue with woode desier to winne:
And socour than for
Priam brought to assist her
Trioan kinne.
Vnhappy man, that what his spouse him rauing told in traunce:
Wold not regard.
Aeneas to his company about him.
Whom as I sawe to batell bent, thus bold me clustre about:
I thus began. O lusty youth of valiant hartes and stout,
In vaine, if into daungers most attempting after me
You minde to roonne, the state of thinges and fortune here ye sée:
The temples left and seates alone, and altars quite forsake,
The Gods wherby this empier stood ar gon, you vndertake
A citie burnt to séeke to saue, what shall we do? but die
Like men, and in the midds of armes and wepons let vs flie.
One chiefe relief to conquerd men is desperatly to trie.
Whan this the yong men heard me speke, of wild they waxid wood,
And than like wolues whom hunger driues to rauine for their food,
In cloudy mistes abroad to raunge, their whelpes with hungry iawes
Them bides at home, and thei for rage do runne to féede ther mawes.
Euen so through thick and thin we flang, through foes and wepons pight
To doubtles death, right through the stréetes encompast al with night.
Who can the slaughters of that night with toong declare? or wh
[...]
With worthy teares can tell the toyle that death men draue vnto?
The citie falth that auncient long and many a yeere the crown
Hath borne, and euery stréete is strowed with bodies beaten down,
And heapes in euery house ther lieth, and temples all ar filde
With bodies dead, and not alone the
Troians poore ar kilde.
Sometime when tyrid ben their harts their manful stomacks stéeres,
And down their conquerours they quell, on euery side apéeres
The fearfull dréede, and wailing wide, and face of death at hand.
Androgeos a Greeke.
There furst against vs of the
Greekes with men a mighty band
Androgeos vs met, and thought his contreymen we were.
All on aware, and like a friend he cald vs voyd of feare.
Set forward sirs: what triflyng thus so long you linger makes?
Whan other men the burning town doth sacke, our fellowes takes
The spoyls of
Troy while you for flouth scant from your ships can pas.
He said, and straight (for answere non that liked him gyuen ther was)
All sodenly amids his foes him self betrapt he knewe,
He shrank therwith, and stopt his tale, and foote he backward drewe,
As one that vnbethought hath hapt some snake among the briers
To tread, and quickly sterting backe with trembling fear retiers,
Whan swolne with angry teéne he séeth his blew neck bent vpright.
So quaking whan
Androgeos vs spéed, he tooke his flight.
But we pursued, and thicke with armes them all encompast round
On euery side, and them affraied (and nothing knew the gound)
We ouerthrew, and fortunes lucke our fyrst assay succéedes.
Yong men proude of the first good luck.
For ioye wherof, triumphing fyerce
Choroebus nothing dréedes,
Now mates (ꝙ he) where fortune first hath shewed relief, and where
Our valiant hands our aide hath well begoon, procéede we there.
And let vs chaunge our shéeldes with
Greekes, & armd in
Greekes aray:
Let vs set on, what skilles it force or falshood enmies slay?
Our enemies lo their weapons yéeldes agaynst them selfes to fight,
So sayd, and on his head he puttes
Androgeos helmet bright,
And with his gorgebus shéeld him self he clad full gay to beare,
Policy in aparaunce,
And on his side the
Greekish sworde he comly gyrt did weare.
So
Ripheus, so
Dymas doth him selfe, and therwithall
The youth of
Troy with
Greekish spoiles them deckes both great & smal.
God led them.
Than mixt among the
Greeks wée gon, our selfes vs doth not gyde,
And many a skirmish sore that night wée blindly fought and tryde.
And many a
Greeks to Hell wee sent, some other away for feare
To shipboarde ran, and some to shores with coursyng here and there.
Some foule afrayed their hougy horse agayn do clime, and take
Their wonted seates, and in his paunche their harbrow old they make
Alas, what may mankinde preuayle whan gods him doth forsake?
Behold, where haeld by heare and head from
Pallas temple sure,
Kyng
Priams doughter drawen wée sée
Cassandra virgin pure.
And vp to Heauen in vayn for helpe her glistryng eyes she cast,
Her eyes: for than her tender hands with boltes were fettryd fast.
That sight
Choroebus ragyng wood could not him hold to sée,
Passion of loue and wrath.
But euen among the middes he lept, with will to die, and wée
Him after sued, and thick in throngs of armes our selfs wée thurst.
There from the temples toppe aloft, with
Troians weapons furst
Our own men vs did whelm, wher doth most piteous slaughter rise,
Our armours fals mystake, and
Greekish shéeldes deceyued their eyes.
Craft hath yll ende.
Than all the
Greekes whan from them take the virgin was, for yre
By flockes on euery syde with cries inuade as wilde as fyre.
Atridas twayn, and
Aiax chief, and egre in armies stout,
And after them their battayles all, and youth of
Dolop rout.
None otherwise than whan somtime the whirlewinds out are brast.
And sondry stormes from sondry coasts are met, and struglyng fast:
Conflicts, both est, and west, and south, that woods with cracking quakes,
And
Neptunes fork the fomy seas from botoms wyld vp rakes.
And they also whom through the darke, that night wée chasyd had,
And ouercame by chaunce before: they fyrst with corage glad
Appeard in sight, and fyrst our shéeldes and armours fals eskried.
They knew, and marking by our soundes our seuerall tongs espied.
There down by heapes the numbre vs threw,
Choroebus fyrst of all
At mighty
Pallas seat of
Peneleus hand doth fall.
And fall doth
Ripheus to ground, the iustest man that was
Gods wil must be dō.
Of
Troian kind, and one that most of right and law did pas.
But god of them did otherwyse than dispose: and them besyde,
Both
Hipanis, and
Dimas eke were lost and slain that tyde.
Their own men through them wepons threw, nor thée o
Panthus pure
Thy vertues great, nor
Phoebus crown, from death could than assure.
Yet by the flames extreme I swere that all
Troy brought to dust,
At your decayes I witnes take (if trueth protest I must)
I neuer man ne wepon shund of
Greekes, ne from you swarued,
If gods will were: my death I sought, and sure my hand deserued.
Than out wée brake, both
Iphitus and I, and
Pelias kind,
The great assault at the kings palais
The one for age, the other
Vlisses wound made come behind.
And by the cries to
Priams court our king forth with enclind.
There now the battaile great was vp, as if no place els where
Had felt of warre, as die did none through all the towne but there.
So ragyng
Mars and
Greekes vp runne to houses toppes wée sée,
And postes puld downe and gates vp broake beset, that none should flée.
The walles with scalyng ladders layde, and stulps of scaffolds hie,
And vp by stayres they clyme, and backe they driue the dartes that flie
With shéeldes: and battilmentes aboue in handes they catche and hold.
Agaynst them
Troians down the towres and tops of houses rold,
And rafters vp they reaue, and after all attemptes, at last
Those tooles for shift at death extreame, to fend them selfs they cast.
The golden beames, their auncient fathers frames of comely sight
They tomblid down, some other alow with wepons pointed bright
At gates and euery dore doth warde, and thick in rancks they stand.
Anon the pallais of our king to helpe wée tooke in hand,
Our aid to put, and adde relief to men with labours spent.
A wail there was, and through the same by postern gate there went
An entry blind, that secret seruid
Priams lodginges wide.
Wherthrough somtime whan yet in state their kingdoms did abide,
Full oft
Andromache was woont her self alone to pas
Vnto the king and Quéene her father and mother in law that was.
Andromache was
Hectors wyfe.
And yong
Astianax her childe his graunsier to she brought.
Therthrough I skope, and vp the tops of houses hie I past,
Where down the sely
Troians darts in vaine for fainting cast.
A towre that stéepe vpright did stand and hie to skies vp reard
Aboue the roofes from whens all
Troy full broad in sight appeard,
And whens the ships and campes of
Greekes & tentes in times of warrs
Men wonted were to vew, that towre with ginnes and mighty barrs
Wée vnderheaued, and where the ioyntes and timber beames it bound,
Beneth together at ones wée lift, at last it lose from ground
Wée shogd, and with the shog for heft, with ratling noyse and fall
Down ouer along the
Greekes it light, and far and wide withall
Great slaughter makes, but other vp steps for them, nor stones this while
Nor kinds of wepons cease thereon.
Pirrhus the sonne of
Achilles.
Before the porch all ramping first at thentry dore doth stand
Duke
Pyrrhus in his brasen harneis bright with burnisht brand.
And glistring like a serpent shines whom poysonid wéedes hath fild.
That lurking long hath vnder ground in winter cold ben hild.
And now his cote of cast all fresh with youth renewd and pride
Vpright his head doth hold, and swift with wallowing back doth glide
Bresthigh against the sunne, and spits with toongs threforked fier.
And hugy
Periphas with him, with him
Achilles squier
Antomedon, his maisters stéedes that wonted was to chace,
Than all the youth of
Scyrie land ensues, and to the place
They enter thick, and fiers about on houses hie they flynge.
Him selfe in hand among the chéef a twyble great doth bryng.
And therwithall he through the gates and doores with dints doth driue,
And downe the brasen postes doth pull and timber plancks doth cliue.
And now the barres a sonder brast, and ioystes vp hewed doth fall,
An entry broad, and wyndow wide, is made now through the wall.
There houses far within appeares and hals are layd in light,
Aperes kyng
Priams parlours great that auncient kyngs had dight.
And harneyst men they see to stand at thentry doores to fight.
A wonder full brief description of a city inuaded.
But the inner lodgyngs all with noyse and wofull waylyng soundes,
With bounsyng thick and larums lowd the buildyngs all rebounds.
And howlyng women shoutes, and cries the golden starres doo smite.
Than wandryng here & there with dréed through chambers wide affright
The mothers clippe their contrey postes, and kissyng hold with might.
But
Pirrhus with his fathers force on preaseth, neither walles
Nor kéepers him therout can hold, with rammes and engins falles
The portall postes and thresholds vp are throwen and doores of halles,
Than forceing foorth they shooue, and through thei push, & down they kil
Them first that méets, and euery floore with souldiours fast they fil,
Not half so ferce the fomy flood whose rampier banks are torne
With rage outronnes, whan diches thwart and piers are ouerborne
With waues, and forth on feelds it fals, and waltring down the vales
And houses down it beares withall, and heardes of beastes it hales.
Neptolemus my self I saw, with slaughters wood to rage,
And brethren twayn
Atridas ferce, their furies non could swage.
Quéene
Hecuba and her hundred doughter lawes, and
Priam there
With blood I saw defyle the fiers, him selfe to god did rere.
And fyfty paramours he had, and childrens yssewe, told
No nomber lesse: the stately spoyles and postes full proude of gold
Abroad are thrown, and what the fier doth leaue the
Greekes doth hold
The fatall end of
Priam now perhaps you will requier.
Whan he the citie taken saw and houses tops on fier,
And buildings broke, and rounde about so thicke his foes to rage:
His harneis on his shulders (long onworn tyll than) for age
All quaking, on (good man) he putts, to purpose smal, and than
His sword him gyrt, and into death and enmies thick he ran.
Amids the court right vnderneth the naked skyes in sight,
And altar huge of sise there stoode, and by the same vpright
An auncient Laurell trée did grow, that wyde abroad was shed,
And it, and all the caruyd gods with broad shade ouerspred.
There
Hecuba and her doughters al (pore soules) at the altars side
In heapes together affrayd them drew, like doues whan doth betide
Some storme them headlong driue, and clipping fast their gods thei hold.
But whan she
Priam thus beclad in armes of youth so bold
Espied: what minde alas (ꝙ she) o wofull husband you
In harneis dight: and whither away with wepons run ye now?
Not men nor wepons vs can saue: this time doth are to beare
No such defence, no not if
Hector myne now present were.
Stand here by me, thys altar vs from slaughters all shall shelde,
Or dye together at ones wée shall. So said she, and gan to welde
Him aged man, and in the sacred seat hym set, and helde.
Behold where skapyng from the stroke of
Pirrhus fers in sight
Polites, one of
Priams sonnes, through foes and wepons pight,
Through galeries along doth runne, and wide about him spies
Sore wounded than, but
Pirrhus after hym sues with burning eyes
In chase, and now welnere in hand him caught and held with spere,
Tyll right before his parents sight be came, than feld him there
To death, and with his gushyng blood his life outright he shed.
There
Priamus, though now for wo that tyme he halfe was dead,
Hym self could not refrayn, nor yet his voyce nor anger hold.
But, onto the (o wretche) he cried, for this despite so bold,
The gods (if any iustice dwels in heauen or ryght regard)
Do yeeld thée worthy thanks, and thée do pay thy due reward,
That here within my sight my son hast slayn with slaughter vyle,
And not ashamd with lothsome death his fathers face to fyle.
Not so did he (whom falslye thou beliest to be thy sier)
Achilles with his enmy
Priam deale, but my desier
Whan
Hectors corps to tombe he gaue for gold, did entertayn
With truth and right, and to my realme restorde me safe again.
So spake, and therwithall his dart with féeble force he threwe.
Which sounding on his brasen harneis hoarce, it backward flew,
And on his targat side it hit, where dyntlesse down it hyng.
Than
Pirrhus said, thou shalt go now
[...]erfore and tidings bryng
Vnto my father
Achilles soule,
Neptolemus and
Pyrrhus were brethren.
my do
[...]full déedes to tell.
Neptolemus his bastard is, not I, say this in hell.
Now die, and (as he spake that word) from the altar self he drewe
Him trembling ther, and déepe him through his sonnes blood did embrue.
And with his left hand wrapt his locks, with right hand through his side
His glistring sworde outdrawen, he did hard to the hiltes to glyde.
This ende had
Priams destnies al, this chaunce him fortune sent
Whan he the fier in
Troy had séen, his walles and castels rent.
That somtime ouer peoples proud, and lands had reingd with fame
Of
Asia the emprour great, now short on shore he lieth with shame
His head besides his shulders layd, his corps no more of name.
Than fyrst the cruell fear me caught, and sore my sprites appalde,
And on my father déere I thought, his face to mynd I calde:
Whan slayne with grisly wound our kyng, him like of age in sight
Lay gasping dead, and of my wife
Creusa bethought the plight.
Alone, forsake, my house dispoyld, my childe what chaunce had take
I lokyd, and about me vewd what strength I might me make:
All men had me forsake for paynes, and downe their bodies drewe
To ground they leapt, and some for woo them selfs in fiers they threwe.
And now alone was left but I, whan
Vestas temple staier
To kéepe, and secréetly to lurke all couching close in chaier
Dame
Helen I myght sée to sit,
Helen that was cause
bright burnings gaue me lyght
Where euer I went, the waies I past, all thing was set in sight.
She fearing her the
Troians wrath, for
Troy destroid to wreke
Greekes turmentes, and her husbands force whose wedlock shée did breke
The plage of
Troy, and of her contrey monster most vntame:
There sat she with her hatyd head, by the altars hid for shame.
Straight in my brest I felt a fier, déepe wrath my hart did straine
My contreis fall to wreke, and bring that cursid wretche to payne.
What shall she? into her contrey soyle of
Sparta, and hie
Micene?
All saufe shall she returne? and there on
Troy triumphe as Quéene?
Her husband, children, cuntrey, kinne, her house, her parents old
With
Troian wifes and
Troian lordes, her slaues, shal she beholde?
Was
Priam slaine with sworde for this?
Troy burnt with fier so wood,
Is it herefore that
Dardan strondes so oft haue swet with blood?
Not so: for though it be no prayse on woman kynde to wreke,
And honour none there lieth in this, nor name for men to speke:
Yet quenche I shall this poyson here, and due desertes to dight.
Men shall commend my zeal, and eas my mynd I shall outright.
This moche for al my peoples bones, and contrey flames to quite.
Venus letted him to kill
Helene.
These thinges within my self I tost, and fierce with force I ran?
Whan to my face my mother great, so brym no time till than
Appearing shewed her self in sight, all shining pure by night.
Right goddesse like, with glory such as heauens beholdes her bright.
So great with maiesty she stood, and me (by right hand take)
She staied, and redde as rose with mouth these words to me she spake.
My son, what sore outrage so wilde thy wrathful minde vp stéeres?
Why fretst thou? or where away thy care from vs withdrawn apéeres?
Not first vnto thy father séest? whom feeble in all this wo
Thou hast forsake? nor if thy wife doth liue thou knowest, or no,
Nor yong
Ascanius thy childe? whom thronges of
Greekes about
Doth swarming runne, and were not my relief, withouten doubt
By this time flames had vp deuourd, or swordes of enmies kylde.
It is not
Helens face of
Greece this town (my son) hath spilde,
Nor
Paris is to blame for this: but gods with grace onkynde,
This welth hath ouerthrown, and
Troy from top to ground outwynd.
Behold, (for now away the cloud and dymme fog will I take
That ouer mortall eies doth hang, and blind thy sight doth make)
Thou to thy parents heast take héede (dread not) my minde obey.
In yonder place where stones from stones, a
[...] bildings huge to swey
Thou séest, and mixt with dust and smoke thick streames of réekings rise:
Himself the God
Neptune that side doth turne in wonders wyse
With forck thretinde the walles vprootes, foundations al to shakes,
And quyte from vnder soil the town with groundworkes all vp rakes.
On yonder side with furies most dame
Iuno fiercely standes,
The gates she kéepes, and from their ships the
Greekes her frendly bādes
In armour gyrt she calls.
Lo there againe where
Pallas sittes on fortes and castle towres,
Gorgon was a monster. that kyld men with loking only.
With
Gorgons eies in lightning cloudes inclosid grim she loures.
The father god him self to
Greekes their mightes and courage steres
Him selfe against the
Troian blood, both gods and armour reres.
Betake thée to thy flight (my son) thy labours end procure,
I will thée neuer faile, but thée to resting place assure.
Thus said she, and through the dark night shade her self she drew from sight.
Appeares the grisly faces than,
Troys enmies vgly dight
The mighty powers of Gods.
Than verily right broad I saw whole
Ilion castles sinke
In fiers, and vpsodown all
Troy from botom turne to brinke.
And like as on the mountayn top, some auncient oke to fall
The plowmen with their axes strong do striue, and twibles tall
To grubbe, and round about hath hewd: it thretning from aboue
Doth nodde, and with the braunches wide al trembling bendes to moue.
Till ouercome with strokes at last, all cracking down to fall,
One wound it ouerthrowes, and ground it drawes and rockes with all.
Than down I went as god me led through flames and foes to trie.
All weapons as I pas, giue place, and flames away do flye.
But whan into my fathers mantion house I came, and there
His father wold not flee.
Him first I thought to shift, and vp the mountains next to bere:
My father after
Troy destroied no longer life desiers,
Nor outlawe wold he non become. O you whose youth requiers
To liue, and blood in lust vpholds (ꝙ he) your lymmes to wéelde
Take you your flight.
For as for me, if Gods aboue would life haue had me led,
This place they would haue kept me: ynough to much, and ouerhed
Of slaughters haue wée séen, our citie brent wée do suruiue.
Go fourth, let me remain (I pray) for me do you not striue.
Mine own hand shall my death obtein, my foe will rue my plight,
My corps he can but spoyle, for of a graue the losse is light,
of al this warre.
Anchises was stryken with lighning in his youth.
This many a yere to Gods abhord vnweldy life I finde,
Synce time whan me the father of Gods and king of all mankynd
Beblasted with his lightning wynd, and fiers on me did cast.
Thus spake he, and in his purpose still he fixt remainyd fast.
We therageinst with streaming teares, my wife also she stood,
Ascanius, and our houshold all, we praied that in that mood
All things with him good father turne he nold, nor slaughter make
Outright of all, nor vs to death & destnies fell betake.
He still denyed, & stif his mind nor purpose wolde forsake.
Agayne to wepons fourth I flewe, & death most miser call:
For counsel what? or what reliefe, or fortune nowe can fall?
Thynke you that I one foote from hence, you father left behynde
Can pas? or may there such a sinne escape your mouth vnkynde?
If nothing of so great a towne to leaue the Gods be bent:
And fixt in mynde you haue decreed
Troys ruynes to augment
With losse of you & yours, agreed, at this dore death doth stand,
And here anon from
Priams blood comth
Pyrrhus hote at hand,
That chyldern in theyr fathers sight, & father on the altar killes.
For this O mighty mother myne through fiers and foes & billes
Haue you me kept til nowe for this? that in my parlour flores
Myne enmyes I must see to kyll my folkes within my dores?
Ascanius my chylde? my wife
Creusa? my father olde?
All sprauling slayne with blood in blood embrued shall I beholde?
Weapons seruaunts, bring me wepons, our last hour doth vs cal,
And yelde me among the
Greekes to fight, let me to battails fall
Afresh, for neuer shall wée die this day vnuenged all.
Than me with sword again I girt, my left arme vnder shéeld
I put, and out at dores I ran with rage to fight in féelde.
A periful meting.
Behold at thentry gate my wife, embracing both my féete,
Doth knéele, and vp to me she holdes my childe
Ascanius swéete.
If toward death thou goest, take vs with thée to chaunces all,
If socour ought or hope thou findst in armes, than first of all
Defend this house, to whome forsakst thy childe
Iule alas?
To whom thy father leauest, and me sometime thy wife that was?
Thus wailing al our house she filde, thus cried she through the halles.
Whan sodenly (right woonder great to tell) a monster falles.
For euen betwéene our hands and right before our face in sight,
A vision of fier came out of his sons head.
Behold, from out
Ascanius top a flame arisith bright,
And harmeles lickes his lockes, and soft about his temples féede,
We straight his burning hear gā shake, all trembling dead for dréede
And waters on the sacred fiers to quenche anon wée shéede.
But than my father
Anchises glad, to heauen doth lif
[...]e his eies
With handes vpthrown against the starres, and voice exalted cries.
Almighty
Ioue (if mans respect or praiers dost regard)
Behold vs now this ones, and (if our déedes deserue rewarde)
From hensforth father helpe vs send, and blesse this grace with more.
Skant from his mouth the word was past, whan skies aloft to rore
Begin, and thonder light was thrown, and down from heauen by shade
A streaming star descends, and long with great light makes a glade.
A token from heauen to bid him flee.
Wée looking, brim behold it might, and ouer our house it slipps,
And forth to
Ida woods it went, there down it self it dipps,
Vs pointing out the waye to flée, than straking light along
Doth shine, and broad about it smokes with sent of sulphur strong.
Than straight my father ouercome, him self aduauncing welds.
And prayeth his gods, and worship to that blessyd starre he yelds.
Now now no more I let, leade where ye lyst, I will not swarue.
O contrey gods our house vphold, my neuew safe preserue.
This token yet is yours: yet
Troy in your regard remaynes.
I yeld me son, nor further stay with thée to take all paynes.
So spake he, and now about our walles the fiers approching sounds
At hand, and nere and nere the flames with feruent rage redounds,
Dere father now therfore your self set on my necke to beare,
My shulders shall you lift, this labour me shall nothing deare,
What euer chaunce betides, one daunger both wée must abyde,
In saufty both a lyke wée shalbe sure, and by my syde
He apointed where they shall meete.
My child
Iule shall go, my wife shall trace aloof behind.
You seruantes what I say take héede, imprint it well in mind.
There is a hill whan out the town ye come, and temple old
Of
Ceres long vnvsid, there beside ye shall behold
An auncient
Cipers trée to grow, that for religions sake
Our fathers there did set, and there long time did honor make.
In that place out of diuers waies wée all shall séeke to méete.
Tooke his ymages with him,
You father take your contrey gods in hand, our comfort swéete.
For me, that from the battailes fresh am come and slaughters new,
I may not them for sinne presume to touche, tyll waters dew
With floods hath washt me pure.
Thus said I, and on my shulders bread and thwart my necke I kest
A weede, and in a lions skinne full read my self I drest.
And vnder burden fast I sled, my child my right hand kept
Iule, and after me, with pace vnlyke in length, he stept.
My wife ensued, through lanes and crokes and darknes most we past.
And me, that late no shoutes, nor cries, nor noyse, nor wepons cast
Could feare,
Anchises espied enemies comming after.
nor clusters great of
Greeks in throngs agast could make:
Now euery wind and puffe doth moue, at euery sound I quake,
Not for my self, but for my mate, and for my burdens sake.
And now against the gates I came, which out of daunger found,
I thought I well escapid had, whan sodenly the sound
Of féete wée heare to tread, and men full thicke my father skand.
Flée flée my son (he cried) lo here they come, lo here at hand,
Their harneis bright apeares, and glystring sheeldes I sée to shyne.
There what it was I not, some chaunce or God (no frend of myne)
Amasyd than my wit, for while through thicke and thinne I pas,
And from the accustomd wayes I draw to seke to skape (alas)
My wife from me most wofull man
Creusa belouyd best,
(Remaine she did, or lost her way, or sat her down to rest,
He lost his wyfe.
Onknowen it is) but after that in vayne her all wée fought.
Nor of her losse I knew, nor backe I lokid or bethought:
Till onto
Ceres temple old and auncient seate, ech one
Was come, and there togithers met wée all, but she alone
Did lacke, and there her frends and child and husband did begyle.
What man or god (for anger mad) did I not curse that while?
Or what in all that town vpturnd saw I so fore befall?
My father and my child
Iule and
Troian gods withall
Onto my men I tooke, and in a crokyd vale them hidde,
Agayn vnto the citie gyrt in glystring armes I yede,
All chaunces there agayn to trie my minde I fixed fast,
All
Troy for her again to seke, my lyfe to daungers cast.
First back vuto the walles and gate I turne, and thentry blynd
Where out I came I sought, and steppes of féete I marke behynd,
Where night to sée could serue, and fiers that glistring shines about.
Great feare on euery side I sée, the silence makes me doubt,
My house at home, if haply there, if haply there she héelde.
I went to looke, the
Greekes were in, and houses all they fylde.
Deuouring fier doth all consume, from house to house it flies.
The wynd encreasith flames, and vp the rage to heauen doth ryse.
To
Priams court I turne, and to the castle view I cast.
The temples great were spoylde, and
Iunos holy dores were brast.
Amids the flore the kéepers stoode, the chief of capteines stout,
Both
Phenix and
Vlisses false with them their trayn about
The praie did kéepe, and
Greekes to them the
Troian riches brought,
That from the fiers on euery syde was raught: all temples sought
And tables from the gods were take, and basons great of gold,
And precious plate and robes of kyngly state, and treasours old,
And captiue childern stoode, and tremblyng wifes in long aray
Were stowed about and wept.
I ventred eke my voyce to lift, and through the glimsing night
The wayes with cries I fyld, and
Creusas name fulloud I shright.
In vain I cald and cald, and oft again and yet I cried.
Thus séeking long with endles pain and rage, all places tryed.
At last (with woful lucke) her sprite and
Creusas ghost (alas)
Her soule appeered vnto him.
Before myne eyes I saw to stand, more great than wonted was.
I stoinid, and my heare vpstood, my mouth for feare was fast.
She spake also, and thus fro me my cares she gan to cast.
What mean you thus your raging mind with labours sore to moue
O husband swéete? these things without the powers of gods aboue
Hath not betide: me now from hence to leade, or by your side
You shall sée neuer more, he doth resist that heauens doth gyde.
Long pilgrimage you haue to pas, huge féelde of seas to eare.
Onto
Hesperia land you shall ariue do you not feare,
Where
Tyber flood through fertill soyle of men doth softly slyde.
She prophecied to him of an other wife.
There substaunce great, and kingdom strong, and Quéene to wife besyde
You shall enioy, for me thy
Creusa deare do wéepe no more.
To
Mirmidons nor
Dolop land shall I not now be bore,
Nor to the ladies proud of
Greece shall I be seruant séen:
Of
Dardan and of goddesse
Venus doughter law.
But me the mighty mother of goddes wil not from hence to moue.
And now fare wel, and of our childe, for both, kéepe thou the loue.
Thus whan she said, I wéeping there, and more things wold haue spoke
She left me, and with the wind she went as thinne from sight as smoke,
Thrée times about her necke I sought mine armes to set, and thrise
In vaine her likenes fast I held, for through my hands she flies
Like wauering wind, or lyke to dreames that men ful swift espies
Than to my company at last whan night was gon I drewe.
And there a multitude of menfull huge and numbre newe
I found, with maruell much, both men and women yong and old
A rable great exyld, and piteouse commons to behold
From euery coast were come, and with their goods and harts assent,
What lond or sea so euer I would them leade they were content.
And now from vp the mountayn tops the dawning star doth ryse,
And brings again the day, the
Greekes (as best they could deuise)
The gates possest and held, all hope and helpe was gone: at last
I yelded, and my father tooke, and vp the hill I past.
DEO GRACIAS.
Per Thomam Phaer,
in foresta Kilgerran,
mense Iulii. Anno. 1555. Opus Viginti dierum.
¶ The thirde booke of the Aeneidos of Ʋirgil.
The Argument.
¶ When
Troy was vtterly subuerted,
Aeneas hauyng gathered together his companie in flight, that remayned after the great fier and slaughter, and hauynge obtayned of
Atander a fleete of twentie sayle: arriueth fyrst in
Thracia. Wheras, when he began to build a citie, beynge terrefied through the prodigious tokens of
Polydorus that was slayne by
Polymnestor: departeth to
Delos, and there takyng counsell of the Oracle of
Apollo, and beynge aduertised that he must go to y
t land from whence his auncetours first descended: through y
e false interpretation of
Anchises his father, arriued in
Creta where he began also to lay the foundations of a Citie. And beyng there afflicted with a great plague of pestilence: was warned by his houshold Godds in his sleape, that he should leaue
Creta, and goe to
Italy. In which iorney, by a tempest he was driuen to y
e Ilandes
Strophades, and there much troubled by the
Harpyes, and shortly after arryuyng at
Actium: made playes in the honour of
Apollo. From thence he sayled by
Corcyra into
Epyrus, wheras
Helenus y
e sonne of
Priamus raygned, that maried
Andromache after the death of
Pyrrhus. By whom he was courteously entertayned, and admonished by him of the perils which he should substayne both by sea and land. From thence he sayleth to
Tarentum, and passyng alonge by the first shoare of
Italy; arriueth on that side that lieth neare to the Mounte
Aetna, and there he receaueth
Achaemenides who was left in the
Cyclops den by
Vlisses, anon from thence he hoyseth sayle as
Helenus commaunded, and passeth by
Scylla and
Carybdis. And coastyng along the shoare of
Scycilye taketh lance at
Drepanus, where
Anchises partly weakened by age, and partly by trauayle ended his life. From thence saylyng towards
Italy: was driuen into
Affrike by a tempestuous weather raysed by
Aelous, as is expressed in the first booke.
WHan
Asia state was ouerthrowen, and
Priams kingdome stout
Al gitles by the power of gods aboue was rooted out,
And down the fortresse proude was falne that Glorious
Ilion hyght,
And flat on ground all
Neptunes Troy lay smoking bread in sight:
To diuers londes and diuers coasts, like outlawd men, compelde
By tokens of the Gods wée were, to séeke from thence expeld.
And vnderneath
Antander hill, and mountes of
Ida name,
In
Phrigy lond our nauy great wée wrought and vp did frame.
Vncertein wherupon to stay, where destnies vs doth gyde,
And power of men assembleth fast. Scant sommer first wée spied:
Whan sayles onto the wyndes to set my father
Anchises cries.
Than partyng from my contrey shores and hauens with wéepyng cies,
The féelds where
Troy did stand I leaue, fourth outlaw fare I right
My son my mates & fréends w
t me through déepe seas tooke their flight
My sayntes my cuntrey Gods also that ar full great of might.
There lieth a land far loof at seas, where
Mars is lorde, and wheare
Thracia.
The largy féeldes and fertill soyle me
Thracia cald, doth eare.
Sometime
Lycurgus fearce therin did reygne and empier hold.
An auncient stay to
Troy, and like in fayth and fréendship old
Whyle fortune was. To that I went, and on the crooked shore
Foundations first of walls I layd with destnies lucke full sore.
And of my name theyr name I shoope, and
Aeneads them call.
Vnto the mother of Gods that time, and heauenly persons all
Great sacrifice I made, for lucke my woorkes to prosper new,
And to the kyng of heauen himself a bright bull downe I slew.
A banke by chaunce by me there stoode, where bright as horne of hew
A tree called a mirtill.
Witi, roddes vpright and braunches thicke a Myrtill bushe there grew.
I drew me neare, and from the ground the gréene brush vp I pull,
Myne altars to adorne therwith with bows and shadowes full.
A dréedfull sight and monster (maruell great to tell) I found,
For from the twig that fyrst I brake and rootes I rent from ground,
The blacke blood out doth breake, and downe with tricklyng drops it trils
Defilyng foule the soyl, with that for feare my body chilles.
My limmes do quake, my blood for dread doth shrinke with frosty colde.
Another braunche agayne to plucke with force I waxed bolde,
The cause therof to learne, and sée what thyng therunder lay.
That other braunche agayne doth bléede,
Field
Nimphes other wise called faieries.
and blacke doth me beray.
Great thynges in mynde I kest, and straight the féeld
Numphes I adore,
And
Mars the father great that prince is of that lond and shore,
Good fortune me to send, and turne that sight to good they shuld.
But whan the thyrd time twigs to take with greater might I puld,
And knées agaynst the sand I set with force, what shall I do?
Speake out, or silence keepe? a piteous waylyng vs vnto
Was heard from out the hill, and voyce thus gronyng spake me to.
A voice to
Aneas made by
Polidorus his neuewe there slayne.
Why doost thou thus
Aeneas me most wofull myser teare?
Abstayne my graue to file, from sinne thy gentill hands forbeare.
I am to thee no straunger borne, nor thus deserue to speede,
This blood thou seest from out this stub ywis doth not procéede.
Flee, flee (alas) this cursid shore, flee from this gréedy land,
For I am
Polidore, in this place slayne I was with hand,
This bush of dartes is growne, & sharp with pricks on me they stand.
Than more with doubt and dreade opprest my mynde fro me was past
I stoynid, and my hear vpstert, my mouth for fear was fast.
This
Polidore sometime, with gold of weight full huge to tell,
His father
Priam king (good man) by stelth had sent to dwell
Vnto the king of
Thrace, whan first to
Troy he gan mistrust,
A fals king.
Whan he the citie sieged saw, that néedes defend he must.
But he whan
Troy decay began and fortune fourth was past:
The stronger part he tooke, and (
Agamemnon ayding fast)
All truth he brake, and
Polidore of chops, and than the gold
By force into his hands he caught, and held. What can be told?
Or what is it that hunger swéete of gold doth not constrain
Men mortall to attempt? whan fear my bones forsooke again:
Vnto the peoples lordes I went, and first vnto my fier,
The monsters of the Gods I shew, their councels I requier.
All they with one assent do bid that cursed lond forsake.
To leaue that hostrie vile, and ships to wyndes at south betake.
Anon therfore to
Polidore a herse wée gan prepare,
And huge in heyght his tombe wée reare, all altars hangid are
With wéedes of mourning hewes, and
Cipres trées and black deuise,
Thei make
Polidorus obyt.
And
Troian wiues about with hear vnfold as is their gise.
Great fomy boolles of milke wée threw luke warm on him to fall,
And holy blood in basons brought wée poure, and last of all
Wée shright, and on his soul our last with great cries out wée call.
Than whan the seas wee see to trust and wind with pipling sweete
Is out at sowth, and to the seas to saill doth call the fleete:
My mates their ships set fourth, and shores with men they mustred al,
To seas wee flee, and as wee flee, both townes and hills do fall.
Thei went to the yle of
[...].
There is a lond in mid sea set whom
Neptune deere doth loue,
And mother of the mermaides eke, that lond sometime did houe
In floodes, and to and fro did stray, till
Phoebus it did bynd
With landes about, and fixt it fast, and bad defie the wynd,
With
Giarus and
Miconce (twoo countreys) strongly stayed.
Whan in wée came, our weary ships in hauen at rest wée layed.
And went to wurship
Phoebus town, and giftes with vs wée beare.
Kinges that time were pree stes.
King
Anius, king ofmen and
Phoebus préest against vs there,
His head with holy labels layde and crowne of laurell gréene
Came out, and welcome bad his fréend
Anchises long vnséen.
Than hand in hand wée set, and lodging tooke in houses hie.
I wurship eke the temple there that to that God I spie
Of auncient stone:
He maketh his praier to
Apollo for knowledge whither to goe
O
Phoebus bright giue me some hous to dwell,
Gyue walls to weary men and town from whence may non expell.
Haue mercy vpon our blood and saue of
Troy this last remaine,
The leauinges of
Achilles wild and
Greekes abiectes vnstayne.
Who shall vs leade? or where apoint our place it may thée please?
Our rest to take, giue token God, enspier our hartes with ease.
Scant this I said, whan trembling fast with sodein shewe to shooue
The Laurel trées gan quake, and dores, and thresholdes all do mooue.
The mount therwith doth bend, and vp the gates with roring brekes
Adown to ground all flat wée fall, and strait a voice there spekes.
Ye
Troians tough, the ground that you first bare from parents bold:
The same shall you receiue again, seeke out your grandame old.
For there
Aeneas house shall stand, whom contreis all shall dréede.
And childerns childe and al their ligne that of them shall procéede.
This
Phoebus said,
Apollos aunswer doubtfull.
and wée for ioy great noys and murmur make,
And what those walls shuld be wée scan, and councel great wée take:
What place it is that
Phoebus bids to séeke, and where to finde,
My father than the stories old of auncient men to mynde
Doth call, and than, you lordes (ꝙ he) lay now to me your eare,
And marke me wel,
Anchises enterpretes the prophecy to leade to
Candy.
for now of me your great hope shal you leare.
Candy from hence in myd sea lieth,
Ioues ylond great it is.
Where
Ida mount doth stand, and where fyrst sprang our stock er this.
Ahundred mighty townes they kéepe, most fruteful soyl to till:
From whence our auncient grandsir great (if true report I skil)
Kinge
Teucrus issued fyrst, and on the coast of
Rhoeta hyt.
And there his kingdome first began,
Troy was not vp as yet,
Cibele a goddesse.
Nor
Ilion toures did stand, but there in lowe vales did they dwel.
Cibele wildernes doth haunt therin with sounding bell.
And
Coribantes beat their brasse the moone from clips to cure.
Coribantes people that beat bastns whan the moonc is in the clips.
From thence wée haue that seruice time wée kepe with silence pure,
For Lions in that ladies chare their yokes to draw do beare,
Come on therfore, and where the Gods do call, let vs go there.
Please wée the windes, and fourth to
Candi kingdomes let vs wend,
The course is not so long (if
Ioue vs lucke vouchsaue to send)
Our ships on
Candi shore to stand the third day shall wée sée,
So speaking, on his altars there due honours kill did he,
A bull to thée O
Neptune first, a bull to
Phoebus bright,
A black beast to the winter storme, to western flaws a whyte.
There flieth a fame that of his fathers kingdoms quite for sake,
They heare that
Candi is voide of a king.
Idomeneus duke therof expelde his flight hath take.
And all the coast of
Candi lieth wyde open for their foes,
Vnfenced, and the townes of people voyd, so rumour goes.
Anon therfore our hauens wée left, and through the seas wée flie,
By gréene
Donisa, and
Naron hills where men to
Bacchus crie.
Olearon, and
Paron white as snowe, and skattrid wyde
Of
Cicladas we compas lands, that rough seas makes to ride.
The mariners their shoutes vp set, eche man his mate doth bold,
Their course to
Candi out of
Thracia.
To
Candi let vs chéerely fare, to séeke our gransirs old.
A mery coole of winde them fast pursueth, and fourth doth driue,
And at the length on
Candi coast our ships wée do arriue.
My town therfore (with great desier) and walls I gynne to frame,
He bilbeth a town in Candy.
And
Pergam I the citie call, right glad they take that name,
I courage them that lond to loue, and towres and temples byld,
And now welneare our ships vp set, drie lond our nauy hyld,
With weddings and with tillage new the youth them selues applies,
And houses eke and lawes I gaue: whan sodenly doth rise
Among them (foule) a plage, and piteous murreyn to be thought,
The skies corrupted were, that trées and corne destroied to nought,
And limmes of men consuming rottes, such yere of death them deares
That swéete life of thei leaue, or long their gréeuous wo them weares.
A pestilēce
The Dog starre vp doth rise, the soyle for heat of sonne doth frie,
That grayn and grasse vp dries, and féelds of food doth men denie.
Agayn to
Phoebus holy seat, yet backe agayne our way
Through seas my father bids vs turne, and
Phoebus mercy pray,
What end of wo to wery men he puttes, and how from payne
His images gaue him answere.
Our selfs wée may relieue, and where from thens to turn agayne.
Than was it night, and on the ground all creatures layd a sleepe,
The gods of
Phrigy lond, whom I with me full deare did keepe,
Whom from the mids of burning
Troy with me I brought in flight
Before myne eyes (as dreame I dyd) I saw to stand vpright,
All shyning in their glory bryght behold I might them cleere,
The way that through my window than the ful mone did appeere,
They spake also, and thus from me they lighten gan my cheere.
The thing that of
Apollo now to know you do entend,
He speakes it here, and vs to thee with glad will doth he send.
Wee from the flames of
Troy with thee thyne army came to gyde.
Wée vnder thee with nauy great the salt seas broad haue tried.
Wée be the same that to the starres thy ligne shall lift with pride,
And empier great wee shall thee geue, and citie great to reare,
For mighty men make mighty walles, long flight do thou not feare,
Chaunge yet thy place, not here it is that
Phoebus bids thee byde,
It is not here to
Candy shore
Apollo thee dyd guyde.
There is a place the
Greekes by name
Hesperia do call.
An auncient lond and feirce in warre, and fruteful soyle withall.
Out from
Oenotria they came,
Thri apoint him to
Itali.
that fyrst did till the same,
Now
Italy men saith is cald, so, of the captains name.
There be our dwelling seats from thens king
Dardan self was born,
And
Iaseus the prince from whom our ligne descends beforn.
Arise, go to, and tell this thyng onto thy father deare,
Seke out
Italia land, the shores of
Corit coast enqueare,
Be bolde, procéede for
Ioue doth thee from
Candy contreis take.
Astoined I with this was made whan gods to me so spake.
For slomber was it not (me thought) but plain their faces bright,
And folded hear bewrapt I saw, and knew them sure by sight.
With cold swete all my body than did ronne, and therwithall
From out my bed I leapt, and straight on knees there down I fall.
By hands to heauen I held, and praied, and gifts and offrings pure,
In fiers to them I threw, and all my duty don with cure:
Anchises I asserteyn than, and him declare the caas.
Anone the doubtfull ligne he knew, how he begylid was,
By graunsyrs twain and chrildren twain,
Thā they knew they had expoū did the proph
[...]ci wrōg.
and places old mistake.
Than said he thus, O son whom
Troy by destnies tough doth make,
Cassandra alone, of al mankind, these things to me did tell,
These chaunces of our stocke she sang, I now remembre well.
Of
Italy full oft she spake, oft of
Hesperia shore.
But who could euer thinke that time, or this beleeue before?
That
Troians to
Hesperia land shuld come to dwell at last?
Of prophecies, or who that time of madde
Cassandra past?
To
Phoebus let vs yéeld, and after warning take the best.
So spake he, and anon with ioy all wée obeyed him prest.
That seat also wée than forsake, and (few folke left behinde)
With beames through hugy seas wée cut, and sayles set vp for winde.
Whan to the déepe our ships were come, and now on neither site
Appéeres no land, but seas and skies about vs broad are spied:
A storme.
A shoure aboue my head there stood all dusky blacke with blew,
Both night and storme it brought, and rough the waters dark their hew.
Straight all the seas with winds are tost, and mighty surges rise,
And through the déepes wée to and fro be thrown in wonders wise.
The cloudes inclosid haue the day: dimme night hath hid the heauen:
And from the skies the lightning fiers do flashe with grisly steauen.
From out our course wée be disperst, and blind in waues wée stray,
Eke he him self our maister there can skant the night from day
Discerne he sayth so trobleth him the tempest
Palinure,
Nor in the waters wyld his way to hold he can be sure.
Thrée dayes therfore vncerten where wée go, withouten sunne
In seas wée wander wide, and three nights like in darke wee runne
Withouten starre: the fourth day land to rise wee spied at last,
And mountaines farre in sight are séen, and smoke do séeme to cast.
Our sailes forthwith do fal, and vp with ores, and than anon
The mariners do sweepe the seas, and through the fome they gon.
Escaping so the streames on shore at
Strophades I light.
At
Strophades, for so their names in
Greekish toong doth hight.
For Ilands in the salt sea great thei stand,
Thei ariue at
Strophades.
wherein doth dwell
Celeno foule mishapen bird, and
Harpies more right fell:
Since
Phines house from them was shut, their former fare thei fled.
A monster more to feare than them,
Descriptiō of monstrous soules called
Harpies.
nor plage was neuer bred.
Nor from the pit of hel vp start the wreke of god so wilde.
Lyke foules with maidens face thei ben, their paunches wyde defilde
With garbage great, their hooked pawes thei sprede, and euer pale
With hungry lookes.
Whan there we came, and first in hauen wée entred, lo wée see
The heardes of beast full far to féede on euery syde ful frée,
And goates also to grase, and kéeper none there was to vewe:
Our wepons on them fast wée lay, and down them thicke we slew.
And banks vpon the shore wée make, and gods to part wée call,
And
Ioue him self to blesse the pray, and fast to meate wée fall.
But sodenly from downe the hylls with grisly fall to sight,
The
Harpies come, and beating wings with great noys out they shright,
And at our meate they snatch, and with their clawes they al defile,
And feareful cries also they cast, and sent of sauour vile.
Againe into a priuie place where rocks and caues doth hide,
With trées and shadowes compast darke our tables wée prouide.
And altars vp again we make, and fiers on them we tinde.
Againe from out a diuers coast, from holes and lurkings blind,
The preas with croked pawes are out, and sounding foule they flie,
Polluting with their filthy mouthes our meate, and than I crie:
That al men weapons take, and with that vgly nacion fight.
They did as I them bad forthwith, and in the grasse from sight
Their swords by them they laid, and couching close their shéelds thei hide.
Than whan the third time from the cliues with noise againe they glide:
Misenus from aloft with brasen trompet fets a sound.
My mates inuade them than, and felt the fight but newly found.
And on the filthy birdes they beat, that wild sea rocks do bréede,
But fethers none do from them fal, nor wound for stroke doth bléede,
Nor force of weapons hurt them can, their backs and wings no speare
Can perce, but fast away they flie, full hie from sight, and there
The pray to vs half maunched, and begnawn ful foule they leaue.
But one of them,
Celeno a Harpye.
Celeno, than her self on rocks doth heaue
Vnhappy tale to tell, and thus her lothsome voyce she brake.
And is it war (ꝙ she) with vs? warre
Troians do you make?
And for our cattell slaine, do you with vs to bataile bend
Pore
Harpies, and our kingdom take from vs that nought offend?
Take this with you therfore, and wel my words imprint in mind.
That God him self to
Phoebus said, and I by
Phoebus find,
That am the chief of furies all, and thus to you I tell:
To
Itali your course you take, whan wind shall serue you, wel:
In
Itali ariue you shall, and hauen possesse you there,
But power you shal not haue your town nor walls therof to rere
Till famine for your trespas here, and for our cattell slaine,
She prophesieth: hunger which afterwarde is fulfilled in the vii. booke.
Shal pinche you so, that tables vp to eat you shalbe faine.
She said, and into woods therwith ful fast she tooke her flight.
But than my mates, their blood for cold did shrinke, and sore affright:
Their corage down doth fal, and now no wepons more they welde,
But vowes and praiers make, and down for peas they knéele in felde.
If goddesses perchaunce they be, or furies, or of seas
Some boistous birdes, what euer it is, ful fain thei wold them pleas.
But than my father
Anchises vp his hands to heauen on hye
Doth hold, and to the Gods aboue with honours great doth crye.
O Gods defend this feare, O Gods from this chaunce vs preserue,
God saue good men from harme, than from that shore he bids to swarue,
And cables vp to wind, and sailes vp hoys with halsers hie.
The northen wind vs blows, and fast through fominge seas we flie.
Wher wind doth driue, and wher our master calls our course to kéepe.
Another
course.
Zacinthous ylond, full of woods, appéeres amyds the déepe.
Dulichium, and
Samey londs, and cragges of
Nerite hye,
Of
Ithaca we flée the rocks, and (as wée passe them by)
The kingdom of
Laertes there, syr false
Vlisses nurse,
That land aloof wée leaue, and it with good cause oft we curse.
Anon the point
Leucates cald, and cloudy tops of hyll
Apéeres
Apollos point, and coast that shipmen trust full yll.
All wearye there wee land, and there the citie smal we vew.
Our ankers out we layd on land, and ships to shore we drew.
All this while he had passed the daungerous plands adioyning to
Greece.
Therfore, to main land whan we came long lokyd for at last,
Processions great to
Ioue we make, and altars kyndle fast,
And on the shore in
Troian gise our games and plaies we point,
Some wrastling for disport with naked limmes in oyl anoint,
And maistries with them selfes thei trie, great ioye they make to se:
That through so many townes of
Greekes, and foes they skaped be.
This while the sonne with compas wide the great yeare brings about,
And winter winds and northen frosts rough seas doth make nien cout.
He set vp a monument there with a tytle.
A shéelde of beaten bras, sometime that
Abas strong did weare:
On postes I fired fast and tytle wrote, and left it there.
Aeneas from the victor
Greekes, these armes hath offred here.
Than portes I bid them leaue, and fursh to sea them selfes to stere
Strait w
t their ores thei skōm the seas, and salt some through they swéepe,
And strait from sight
Pheaca towres wée hid with mountains stéepe.
Again to seas.
And round about
Epirus cost we ronne, and than anon
To
Chaon hauen, and vp the town of
Butrot hie wée gon.
[...]
There
Helenus (as custome was) furst heysers downe he slewe,
And praied his God of peace, and than the labels he withdrew
From of his holy head, and to thy blessed secretes, me
O
Phoebus hand in hand he brought, all trembling them to sée,
And than with mouth diuine he spake,
Answere of
Helenus.
both priest and prophet he:
O goddesse son, (for greater luck than mankind, through the deepe
Doth gyde thee thus, and greater might to greater things doth keepe)
Right true it is, the king of gods him selfe so destny gydes,
So lots doth fal, and so the whéele of fatall order slydes.
Few things of nombers mo, to thée, that bolder through the seas
Thou maist endure, and to thy port at last arriue with eas
He deciareth him his courses.
In brief I will declare, for destnies déepe I leue ontold,
I know them not, and
Iuno more to tell my toonge doth holde.
First
Itali, whom nere at hand onware thou dost suppose,
And nere at hand in hauen thy rest to take thou dost propose:
Far out aloof, and long aloof it lieth, in compas sore,
And furst in
Sicil streame thou must embathing bend thyne ore.
And fléeting in the salt sea fome long coursinges must thou make,
For
Circes yle must furst be seen, and lands of
Limbo lake,
Ere thou thy citie sauf on land maist buylde, and resting fynde.
Tokens.
These tokens I thee tell, do thou imprint them well in mynde.
Whan thou alone with careful hart shalt sit besides a flood,
And se a sow of mighty fise that late hath layed her brood,
Beneth a bank among the rootes with thirtie sucklings out,
All white her selfe on ground, and whyte her bratts her dugs about:
There shal thy citie stand, there lieth thy rest of labours all,
Nor dread thee not the plage that shall of tables eating fall.
The destnies will inuent a way therfore, and
Phoebus bright
Shawe thine ayde, and thee therof from dangers all acquite.
But yonder coast, and all that lond that ouer next vs lies,
Though part of
Italy it be, attempt it in no wise.
He bids him fetch a compas.
Leaue all aloof, the cursed
Greekes all cities there haue fild,
One quarter men of
Locrus hath, and castels strong they bild.
Another were in
Salent field, all places pestryng wide,
Idomeneus duke his armie keepes, and there beside
Petilia small, whom
Philoctetes wall doth compasse round,
Duke
Melybee therin doth dwell, and
Greekes possesse the ground.
He teacheth him a new maner of sacrifice.
Mareouer, whan the seas ar past, and ships in saufty stand,
And altars thou shalt make to pay thy vowes vpon the sand:
With purple wéedes and hoodes of purple hews your selfs attyer,
In purple hyde your heads from sight, before the sacred fier,
For honoar great of Gods: that no vnfrendly signe or face,
Of enmytie apéere, disturbing all, and hinder grace.
This custome keep thy self, so let thy mates and all thy traine,
In this religion pure also thine ofspring shall remaine.
But whan approching
Scicil coast the wind thée furth doth blowe,
He shewes him of diuers daungers.
And that
Pelorus croked straytes begyn them selfes to showe:
Than left hand land, and left hand sea, with compas long alée,
Fetch out aloof from londs and seas on right hand, se thou flee.
These places two sometime, by force with bretche and ruines great,
(So Tyme doth alter thinges, and what is it but Age doth eate?)
From soonder fel (men say) whan both in one the ground dyd grow,
The seas brake in by force, and through the mids did ouerthrow,
Scicil and
Italy were sometime but one land.
Both townes and feildes: and
Itali forthwith from
Scicill syde
Dyd cut, and yet wyth narow streame and sharpe it doth deuyde.
The rightsyde
Scylla kéepes, the left,
Caribdis gulf vnmylde,
Wyth gaping mouth she sits, and to her wombe the waters wylde
Thre times to ground she gulps, and thrise the same to skies on hight
By course aloft she lifts, against the starres the surges smight.
But
Scylla couching close in caue, if pray she haply finds:
Caribdis, Scilla.
Her head aboue the streame she holdes, and ships in rockes she winds
From shulders vp a man she séemes, in breast a mayden bright,
But from the nauel down a whale, with vgly shape to sight.
Compacted of the wombs of wolues, and mixt with Dolphins tailes
Behind her long thay lag, and thus in seas her self she trailes.
Yet better is
Pachinus point, and crokes both in and out
By leysure al to séeke, and courses long to cast about:
Than once this
Scylla monster wyld behold in dongeon foule,
Or heare the roare among the rocks of doggs that there do houle.
Besides al this, if cunning ought of prophecies, or skyll
To
Helenus is giuen, if
Phoebus me doth truely fyll:
One thinge to thée thou Goddesse son, one thing, and ouer all
Great persons must be wonne with humlitie.
One thing I will thée warne, and yet again, and yet I shall.
Dame
Iunos Godhode greate adore, with hart and praiers méeke.
To
Iuno make thy vowes, that lady great and mightie séeke
To wyn wyth humble gyfts, so shalt thou to thy mynd at last,
All sauf to
Italy aryue, the lond of
Sicill past.
There whan thou comst, and
Cumas town thou entrest first at shore,
Where holy lakes, and woodes, and floods (
Auerna
[...]ald) doth rore,
A frantike Prophet priest of womankind thou shalt behold,
That déepe in ground doth dwel,
The description of
Sibill.
and vnder rocks her self doth hold.
And destnies out she sings, and leaues with notes and names she signes.
What euer thing that virgin writes, in leaues and painted lines,
In rymes and verse she settes, and them in caues in raunges couche:
There still they lye, nor from their orders moue if nothing touche
But whan the dore by chaunce doth turne, and wind the corner blowes:
Their heapes a sonder fall and forth they flie, and breake their rowes.
She them to stay, nor from their caues to flye doth neuer let,
Nor séekes them eft to ioyne, nor of her verses more doth set.
Away they ronne, and
Syblies house their maystresse seate they hate.
There let no time be lost, but though for hast thou thinkist late,
Though al thy mates do cal and crie to seas, and wind at wil
Allurith forth thy fléete, and sayles thou maist with puffing fill:
Assaie the prophet first, and her with praiers due beseache,
Thy destnies thée to tell, and chaunces all by mouth to teache.
Of
Italy she shall thee shew, and peoples all declare,
And warrs at hand,
He byds him resort to
Sibill.
and how thy self therto thou mayst prepare.
And euery labour how thou maist auoyde, or how endure,
And all thy course she will thee tell, that preist and prophet, pure.
These thyngs I may thee shew, and this to heare hath béen thy chaunce.
Go, play thy part, and mighty
Troy to heauen with déedes aduaunce.
Which thyngs, whan thus the prophet me so like a fréende had tolde:
Great gifts of Yuery wrought, and treasour great in weight of golde,
He renewes them with furniture.
To ships he bids vs beare, and rowmes abourd he made to lade
With siluer plenty great, and Plate full riche and massy made,
A gorgeous armor coat also, thrée folded gilt with hookes
Of gold, and helmet eke, with crest thereon that glistryng lookes,
Neptolemus his armes. My father eke hath his rewardes.
And horses more, and captayns more.
And armour eke vnto my mates he gaue, and doth supplie
Our want of Ores, my father all this whyle doth bid them hie,
And sayles in order set, that nothyng lacke whan wynde doth call.
Whom
Phoebus prophet spake vnto with these woordes last of all.
Anchises, whom dame
Venus proude in bed did not discayne,
Thou care of gods that twise from
Troyes destruction doost remayne:
Lo
Italy, lo yonder it to thée, set vp thy fayle
And take the same, yet must thou passe by this lond out of faile.
That further lond it is,
He sheweth them
Italy from
Sicile but they must go about.
Appollo sheweth that further shore.
Go forth, O happy man with such a son, what shuld I more
Prolong the time in talke? and you from winde that riseth kéepe?
Likewise
Andromache no lesse at parting gan to wéepe.
And robes of ryche aray, and broyded déepe with gold she brought,
A
Troian mantel for
Ascanius wondrous gorgeous wrought.
And him with giftes, and weauing workes of gold ful gay doth lade.
Than said she thus: take this of me, mine own hands hath it made,
Take this my child, that long with thée my loue in mind may last.
She resem bleth him to her own son that was kild.
Of
Hectors wife receyue thy fréends good wil, and tokens last,
O figure, next
Astianax, alone to me most déere.
So he his eyes, so he his hands, so lyke he bare his chéere,
And now alike in yeres with thée his youth he should haue led.
Than parting thus to them I spake, and teares for wéeping shed.
Now fare ye wel, O happy men, whose fortunes end is past.
New destnies vs doth call, and wée from care to care ben cast.
Your rest is ready wonne, no féeld of seas you haue to eare,
To séeke the land that backe doth alway flée you néede not feare,
Your citie faire in fashion lyke to
Troy and
Xanthus old,
Your riuer like, and bildings worthy praise you do behold.
Your proper hands them made, the frames thereof your selues do reare
With better lucke (I trust) and lesse shal néede the
Greekes to feare.
If euer I to
Tyber flood and fieldes of
Tyber fayer
May come, and sée my citie bylt, whereof I not despayer:
Two fréendly townes hereafter, that and this,
Aeneas be fore his de parture maketh a leage perpetual betwen their issue.
bothe néere of kynne,
Two peoples neighbour like shal dwel, and frendship fast betwinne
Epirus and
Italia lond, whose founder both of name
King
Dardan is, one blood wée be, and chaunce haue had the same.
And now of both one
Troy to make in mind let vs prepare,
And to our ofspring after vs likewise wée leaue the care.
In seas wée went, and at
Ceraunia néere our selfs wée put.
Againe to seas and rested awhile vnder a moū taine.
From whence
Italia lyeth, and shortest course there is to cut.
The sonne this while doth fal, and shadows great doth hide the hills,
Wée spred our selfs on lond, and layd vs down with gladsom wills,
Whan ships to shore was brought, and chere wée make on corners all
Our wery lymmes wée fresh, and slomber swéete doth on vs fall.
Lodesmā.
Nor yet from vs the midnight houre his compas quite had ronne:
Whan
Palinurus quick from couche himself to stere begonne,
To féele the winde, and quarters all with eares attentif harks.
And euery starre that still doth stand or moues in heauen he marcks,
The wayne, the plowstar, & the seuen that stormes and tempests poures,
Orion grym with fauchon great of gold also that loures.
Whan all thing sure he seeth, and al thing faier in skies aboue,
From shipbourd loud he giues a signe, we than our campe remoue,
The way we seke to kéepe, and wings of sailes full hye we houe.
And now the morning read doth rise, and starrs expulsid be,
Whan farre aloof with mountaines dimme,
They espie
Italy.
and low to loke, wée sée
Italia lond.
Italia first of all
Achates cried.
Italia than with greeting loude my mates for ioy replied.
Anchises than my father,
Anchises praier at the sight of
Italy.
straigt a mighty boll of gold
Did crowne, and fill with wine, and vp to Gods on hye did hold,
Auauncing forth in shyp.
O gods, that londs and seas, and tempests great haue might to gide:
Vouchsafe your grace to send, and speede vs fast with winde and tide.
The wind at wishe doth blow:
They entred a hauē of
Italy tosacrifice to their gods on the lād.
and hauen more open now is néere,
And
Pallas temple towre to vs doth broad in sight appéere.
My felowes made to shore, and downe their sailes they do bestowe,
The port lieth in from estern seas, and crokith like a bowe,
A front it rocks do stand, and salt sea fome about them falles,
But close it self it lieth, on eyther side mith hugy walles
Two rocky towres arise, the temple shrinks away from shore.
There for a lucke foure horses first I saw to féede in gras,
The ground with teeth they share, and white as snow their colour was.
My father than
Anchises: warre (O contrey ꝙ land he)
Thou thretnest warre, these beasts betoken warre, right wel I sée.
But than again, for in the cart I sée they wonted were,
Lucke and balucke.
To draw like matches meete, and glad their bitts and yokes to bere,
I hope of peace (he said) than last our blessed gods we pray.
And
Pallas great in warre, that first vs did receiue that day.
And heades with purple hoodes before the fiers in
Troian gist
We hid from sight, as
Helenus with great charge did aduise,
And vnto
Greekishe Iuno there, with gifts and honours new
We sacrifice,
Again to sea for thei must go about to come to
Tiber
and after all things don with order dew:
Our shroudes aloft wée lift, and sailes abroad on hie wée heaue.
Anon the
Greekishe townes, and contrey sore suspect we leaue.
Than passe wee by
Tarentum baye, where
Hercules sometime
(If mens report be trew) did dwell, and there against doth clime
Lacima goddesse seat, and towres of
Caulon castles hie.
And than to
Scillas wrackfull shore with ships approche wée nie.
Than from the flood a farre,
Aetna the burning moūtain in
Scicille.
wée do the mountain
Aetna sée,
And hugy noyse of seas wée here, and stones that beaten be
Against the cliues, and flapping voyce of waues and water sounds,
The surges
[...]eapes aloft, and from the sands they stere the grounds.
Than said my father
Anchises, lo, here is
Charibdis hold,
These stones did
Helenus declare,
Scilla and
Caribdis ii. daungers.
these gastly rocks he told.
O mates, lay to your might, and vs with ores from hens remoue.
They did doo his commaund, and
Palinurus first aboue,
His tacle to the left hand set, and sterne to left hand wried:
To left hand all my mates their ships, with windes and ores aplied.
As hie as heauen wée rise, with mounting waues, and therwithall
Whan down wée come, onto the soules of hell wée thinke wée fall
Thrée rorings loud among the rockes wée heard and surges flashe.
And thries the falling fome to breke, and starrs we saw to washe.
This while the wind our weary fléete forsooke, so did the sunne,
And onaware, on
Ciclops coast from out our curse wee runne.
A hauen right large ther is,
Discriptiō of
Aetna.
whom force of wind can neuer moue,
But
Aetnas brasting noise, and grisly thondring, rores aboue.
Sometime therout a blustring cloude doth breke, and vp to skies
All smokin black as pitche, with flakes of fiers among it flies,
And flames in foldings round, to sweepe the starrs, the mouth doth cast,
Sometime, the rockes and mountains déepe entrailes, a sonder brast:
It belching, bolkith out: and stones it melts, and vp it throwes
In lompes with rearing noise, and low beneth the botome glowes.
Enceladus (men say) half brent, (some time,) with lightning blast
A Giaunt.
Is pressyd here with waight, and
Aetna houge on him is cast.
Whose flaming breath along those furneis chimneis vp doth rise.
And whan his weery syde he happs to turne, in wonders wise
All
Scicil lond doth shake with noise, and smoke doth close the skies.
Wonderful noises by night in that wildernesse.
That night in woods with straungy sightes and monsters far from kind
Wée troublid were, nor cause of all that nois or sound we find.
For neither star nor light in skies there was, nor welcken cléere,
Nor yet for cloudes and tempest dimme, the Moone could ought apéere,
The morning next doth rise at east, and light abroad was spred,
And from the skies the drowping shade of night away was sled:
Whan sodenly, from out the woodes, with flesh consumyd leane,
A desperat man came to them.
A straungy man to sight apperes, in piteous fourme vneleane.
To vs he came, and down did knéele, with handes abroade vpthrown.
Wée lokyd, foul araied he was, his beard was ouergrown
His vesture rent with thornes, and like a
Greeke in wéede he went,
And was sometime among the
Greekes to
Troy in armour sent.
He whan that
Troian enseignes out, and armes of
Troy beheld,
Affraied, he pawsyd first, and still him self a while he helde.
Anon in hast, all hedlong down he roonnes, and praiers méeke,
With teares he wayling makes. Now by the starrs I you beséeke,
By all the Gods, and by this breath of heauen that men do fede:
Take me from hence (O
Troians) where ye list away me lede,
To londes, or seas, I recke not where, I know my self a
Greeke,
And in their ships I came, the spoyle of
Troy your towne to séeke.
For which, if my offence so great deseruith such a wreke:
In floodes do you me drowne, or al my limmes in waters breke.
If mankind me doth kill, it doth me good my life to loose.
So said he, and his knées before vs still he kéept in woofe.
What man he was wée bid him straight to tel, what kinred born,
And what him ailes, and why he lokes so like a man forlorn.
My father
Anchises gaue to him his hand him self anon,
And bad him comfort take, for harme of vs he shuld haue non.
He set his fear aside, and thus his tale proceded on.
I am a man of
Ithaca,
Achaemenides telleth them his hard aduē ture.
Vlisses wofull mate.
My name is
Achaemenides, to
Troy I came but late.
My father sent me there, and
Adamastus is his name,
Of poore estate, I wold wée yet continued had the same,
For in this place, whan all my fellowes fled this coast vnkynde
For hast, in
Cyclops dungeon wyde, they left me here behinde.
A bloudy shop, where slaughters vile, and deynties foule do styncke:
But houge and broade within: but he him selfe is worse to thincke,
The starres he reatcheth:
Ciclops were Giauntes.
such a plague God from this world defende.
No hart can him behold, nor toongue in talke can comprehende,
On fleash of men he feedes, and wretches bloud he gnawes and bones,
I saw my self, whan of my fellowes bodies twayne at ones,
With mighty hands he caught, and grouelyng on the ground outright
Agaynst a stone he brake them both, the dongeon floore in sight
Did swimme with bloud, I saw the bloud, and filthy slauer drop
From out his mouth, whan he with teeth their quakyng limmes did chop
But paied he was, nor there
Vlisses in that daunger great
This mischeif could sustayne to see, nor did him self forgeat.
For whan he gorged had him self with meates and drinkyng drownd,
How
Poliphemus eye was put ont.
He bowed his neck to sleepe, and there he lay along the ground,
An hideous thing to sight, and belching out the gubbes of blood,
And lompes of fleshe with wine he galpyd fourth, wee all vpstood,
And praied our Gods for help, and all atones him round about
We spred our selfes, and did his eie with weapons sharpe put out.
His mightie eie, that on his frowning face full broad he held,
In compas like the sonne, or like a
Greekish armyng sheld.
And thus our fellowes liues at last full glad wee be to wreke.
But flee (alas) O caitiues, flee, and fast from shore do breke
Your cables.
For of the sort that
Poliphemus is in dongen deepe,
And closyth beastes, and straungers all doth kil, and milketh sheepe:
A hundred more a long this croked coast, of
Ciclops fell
Among these mountains hie do stray, and deepe in dennes they dwel.
Thre times the moone her light hath filde, and thrise her light exilde:
Since I my lyfe in woodes, and hauntes of beastes and monsters wild
In wildernesse do leade, and
Ciclops hie from holes and rockes
All quaking I behold, and of their feete I feare the knockes.
For hunger, floes hath ben my food, and mast on trees I found
And Hawthornes hard, and rootes of herbes I rent from out the ground.
All things about I spied, this fleete at last on sea, I see.
What euer it were, I did my self bequeth therto to flee.
And now escapyd from this wickid kynd, I am at eas.
Destroy me rather you, and giue to me what death you pleas.
Skant had he said his tale, whan on the mountain tops aboue,
Him self among the beastes wee see, with boystous noyse to moue.
They see the Giaūt.
That vgly
Poliphemus, and to shore him selfenclind.
A monster foule, mischapen, lothsom great, vneeied, and blynd.
A post in hand he bare of mighty
Pyne, and therwithall
He felt his way, and led his sheepe, there was his comfort all.
About his neck a pype there hong, his grief therwith to eas.
Whan to the floodes he came, and set his foote within the seas,
From out his greuous eye, thee blood he washt and poison foule
With gnasshing teeth for wo, and loude for wo began to houle.
And through the streamy waues he stamping goth, and yet aboue
His brest is nothing wete, and thus him self in sea doth houe.
We all affrayd in hast away do flée, and vp wée take
Our gest as worthy was, and soft our cables of wée brake.
They flee.
Than swéepe we through the seas, and ores wée pul with might and main
He heard vs, and against the sound, he turning stept againe.
But whan with hand on vs to gripe, he could not haue his retche,
Nor wading through the déepe of seas, vs back he could not fetche:
A roaring loude aloft he liftes, wherat the seas, and all
The waters shooke, and londes therwith affrighted gan to pall
Of
Italy, and
Aetna mount did yell as it wold fall.
But from the woodes, all
Ciclops kind, in swarmes on euery hill
The giaū tes gather.
Arose and to the portes they runne, and shores along they fill.
Wée saw them stand (but harme they could not do) with louring eies,
The brethren grym of
Aetna mount, their heades were vp to skies,
And vgly councell, like in sight for number to behold,
Onto a forest great of okes, or trées of
Cipres old,
Or like
Dianas wood that hie to heauen their tops doth hold.
All headlong fear enforfith vs to flée, nor way wée knowe,
But fourth to seas in hast wée flew where wind vs list to blowe.
But than again king
Helenus commaundments did vs stay,
To kéepe betwene
Charibdis gulfe, and
Scilla middle way.
Betwéene them both we past with danger great, an glad we were,
If course we coulde not kéepe, yet backe again we thought to bere.
Behold, a northen blast from out
Pelorus mouth was sent,
The wind holpe thē.
Therwith
Pantagia stony cragges I past incontinent.
And
Megarus and all those bayes where
Tapsus low doth lye
I left them all, and through the seas withwind at will I flye
These places vs repeted than, where left he had beforne,
Pore
Achaemenides, Vlisses mate vnlucky borne.
Against the race of
Scicil lond, there lieth in seas an yle
Plemmyrium of auncient men it hight, but later while
Ortigia.
Ortigia doth it call: the fame is, how
Alphaeus brooke
By secret waies,
His long course about
scicil.
all vnder seas to this lond passage teke.
And here it brastyth out, and
Arethusas mouth it meetes.
And therwithall to
Scicil seas it ronnes, and fourth it fléetes.
The blessed gods that in that place do dwell wée honour than,
And strait
Elorus fertill soyle wée past, and fourth wee ran,
Than through the rockes that steepe do stand against
Pachinus nookes
Our wayes wée share, with labours great wee ouercame the crookes
Than
Camerina poole whom destnie neuer graunt to moue,
And
Gelas towne full great, and
Gelas hils apéeres aboue.
Than
Agragas his gorgeous walles aloof sets out on hie:
Where horses feerce somtime did bréede, the towres a farre wée spie.
And thée with all thy dates
Selinus soone I left behynd.
And
Lilibeas lurking stones and sholdes I passyd blynd.
Than hauen at
Drepanus I tooke, in that vngladsome shore:
Hetooke hauen at
Drepanus in
Scicill and there dyed his father.
Whan dangers all of seas and tempests great were past before:
Alas my father, there, my onely ioy in care and wo,
Anchises I do lose (alas) he there departes me fro.
There me, O father dere, in labours all thou dost forsake.
Alas in vaine from daungers all of seas thou hast ben take.
Nor
Helenus whan he to me great fearefull thyngs did tell,
These waylings did forspeake to fall, nor yet
Celeno fell.
Going fro
Scicill the storme tooke him as in the first booke appeareth.
This is my labour last, there was my iorney long at end.
From thence departing now doth god me to your contreys send.
So lord
Aeneas, to them all ententife to behold,
The destnies of the Goddes did shew, and all his courses told,
He staied at last, and making here an end, did silence hold.
DEO GRATIAS.
Per Thomam Phaer,
in foresta Kilgerran.
x. Octobris. Anno. 1555. Opus Viginti dierum.
[...]
Getula townes, a people wyld in warres, and vncontrold,
And sturdy
Moores on euery quarter closes, and beside,
The sandes of
Sirtes coast, and wildernesse both long and wide,
And desertes drie, where saluage men of
Barcey broad do stray.
Than of the warres of
Tyrus now that rise, what shuld I saye?
And of your brothers threatnings?
I hope the gods of purpose good, and mighty
Iunos grace:
Hath made the windes to bring the
Troian ships into this place.
What citie sister shall you sée of this? what empier grow?
Whan
Troian armes to vs are knit, and men this wedlok know?
With what renown and glory great shal
Affrike thinke you rise?
Do you your gods of pardon first beséeke (I thus aduise)
And after seruice don, do him in gestwise entertaine,
And causes find from day to day to make him here remaine,
While winter wind endures, and while the skies haue laid their rage,
And while the ships reparing ben, and force of seas aswage.
With this her burning mind incensyd more began to flame,
And hope in doutfull hart she caught, and of she kest her shame.
First vnto temples all they gon, and peace on altars all
They pray their gods to giue, and slaughters down they make to fall,
To
Ceres first that lawes did giue, to father
Bacchus pure,
To
Phoebus, and to
Iuno chief that hath of wedlocks cure.
Her self with boll in hand, Quéene
Dido Quéene most fresh of hew
The wine betwene the hefers hornes (so white as snow) she threw,
Or at the stagys great of gods with gifts and vows she walks
The maner was than to know fortunes by lokig vpon the inward partes of their slain sacrifices and by sothsaiers. A louer like a woū ded dere.
With musing mind, and fortunes new by wondrous meanes she calks:
On beastes entrayles she pries, and liuers hote, and from their throtes
The breathing lungs she séekes, and euery signe therin she notes.
O calcars dreaming heads: what helps her vows, her pilgrim déedes,
What helps her temples sought? whan soking flame her mary féedes
This while, and festring déepe in brest her wound the faster bréedes.
So sely
Dido burnes, and through the town with raging chere
Astray she wanders wide, as doth sometime the striken dere,
Whom ranging through the chase, some hunter shooting far by chaunce
All onaware hath smit, and in her syde hath left his launce.
She fast to wildernesse and woods doth draw, and there complaines
Alone, but vnderneth her ribbes the dealy dart remaines.
Sometime about the walles she walkes (
Aeneas by her side)
And town already made she shews, and pompe of
Tyrus pride
Beginnes to speake, and in the midds therof her tale she staies.
Sometimes againe, and towards night to bankettes him she praies,
And
Troian toyles again to tell she him beséekes, and harkes
With burning mind, and euery word and countnance al she markes.
Than whan they parted wéere, and light of Moone was down by west,
And on the skies the fallyng starres do men prouoke to rest:
She than alone (as one forsaken) mournes, and in his place
She laieth her downe, and thinks she heares and seeth him face to face.
Or on her lappe
Ascanius for his fathers likenesse sake
She holdes, if happely so she might this yrksome loue aslake.
The workes of towres are left, no feats of armes the youth applies,
Nor hauons are wrought, nor for the wars the mighty bulwarks rise.
All things onperfit stand, the buyldings great, and thretnings hie
Of hugy walles, and enginnes for their height that match the skie.
Iuno doth practise with
Venus to keepe
Aeneas stil in
Affrik y
t he might not com to
Italy to bilde
Rome.
Whom whan dame
Iuno saw with plage so wood to be d
[...]naide
(The mighty spouse of
Ioue) nor for no spéeche it could be staide:
To
Venus first she came, and thus to her began to breake.
A goodly praise (in déede) and worthy conquest great to speake
Thy boy and thou do get: a gaye renown you do obtaine,
If one poore woman trainid be by heauenly persons twaine.
Nor thinke not but I know that thou my walls of
Carthage hye
Hast in suspect, and dreding still the worst, al thinges dost trie.
But shall wée neuer end? or why do wée so fearcely striue?
And do not euerlasting peace and fréendship fast contriue?
Why wedlockes ioyne wée not? thou hast thy self thin own desier,
Now loue in
Didos bones is bredde, she fries in raging fier.
Two people now therfore in one let vs conioine, and guide
With equall loue: to
Troian husband (lo) she shall be tyde,
And
Carthage all I giue to thée for ioynter fast to bynd.
To her againe (for well she knew she spake with fainid mind
That
Rome she might reiect, and
Carthage kingdome empier make)
Than
Venus answerd thus. Who is so madde that will forsake
This thing? or gladly wold in warre with thée so long contend?
If what thou speakyst now will fortune bring to parfit end.
But distnies makes me doubt, and whether he that raignes aboue
One towne of
Troy and
Tyrus made can be content to loue:
Or will alow the peoples twaine to myxe and league to bynd,
Thou art his wife, thou maist be bold to frame and féele his mind.
Beginne, I will procéede. Than said dame
Iuno Quéene so stout,
Let me alone for that: now how this thing shall come about
Giue eare to me, for now my mind thou shalt perceyue outright.
A hunting forth
Aeneas goth with
Dido wofull wight
In woodes and forest wyde, whan morning next begins to spring,
And sonne with glistring beames again to sight the world doth bring.
I from aloft a stormye cloude, and mixt with sléet and hayle
A tempest darke as night on them to powre I will not faile.
While in the woodes they walke, and while the youth enclose the toyle:
The rayn shall rise, and heaues with thonders all I will turmoyle.
Their company from them shall flée, eche one his head shall hide,
A caue the Quéene shall take, the
Troian duke with her shal byde.
I wil be there, and if thy will accord onto my mind:
For euer I shall make them fast and wedlock stedfast bind.
There shall beginne the day, that sorowes all shal quite exile.
Dame
Venus graunted that, and to her self she gan to smyle,
She gaue a nodde, and glad she was she coulde perceyue the gile.
The morning rose, and from the sea the sonne was comen about,
Whan to the gates assemblith fast of noble youth a rout
With nettes and engins great, and hunter speares ful large of length.
The horsmen rush with noise, and dogges are brought a mighty strength.
The great estates of
Moores before the doores await the Quéene.
In chamber long she staies, and redy brydlyd best beseene
The plafrey standes in gold, attirid riche, and féerce he stampes
For pride, and on the fomy bit of gold with téeth he champes,
At last she comes, and forth with mighty traine she doth procéede,
All braue with mantell bright, encompast fresh in glistring wéede,
Her quiuer on her shulder hanges, her heares with knottes of gold
Are trust: and gold about her brest her purple garments hold.
The
Troian péeres also went on,
Ascanius glad of cheere,
Aeneas eke before them all that fairest did apeere
Aduauncith furth him self, and with the Quéene he ioynith band.
Most like onto
Apollo cléere, whan to his contrey land
To
Delos down he comes, and winter cold he doth forsake,
And feastes among his contrey lords and banketts great doth make,
The daunsers do disguise them selfes, and altars round about,
The husbandmen do hoppe and crie, with noyse and ioyfull shout.
Him self aloft on hilles doth walke, his wauering lockes behinde
He wagges, and they with garlonds gay and twists of gold ar twind,
His arrowes on his shulders clattring hanges: in maner like
Aeneas went, so great a myrth to men his face doth strike.
Whan to the mountaines out they came and hauntes of beasts on hie:
Behold, adown the rockes the deare with bounsing leapes do flie.
And ouer laundes they course, and many an heard of hart and hynd,
With féet through dust vpthrown thei skud, and hilles they leaue behind.
But in the vale his praunsing stéede
Ascanius swift bestrides,
And somtime these, and sometime those, with swift course ouerrides.
With dastard beastes his mind is not content, but makith vows
Some fomy bore to finde, or lion ramping read wold rowse.
By this time heauen with rombling noise and cloudes is ouercast,
And thonders breake the skies, and rayne outrageous pourith fast,
And shoures of haile and sléet so sharpe, that fast on euery syde
The
Carthage lords and
Troian youth eche one them selfs doth hide
In woodes and houses, here and there they seke, both man and childe
For feare, and down from hilles the floodes do fall with waters wilde.
A caue the Quéene did take, the
Troian duke with her did byde.
The ground proclamyd myrth, and
Iuno self did giue the bryde.
The fier and ayre agréed, and to this cowplyng gaue their light
In signe of ioye, and ouer head the mountain fairies shright.
The fairy ladies.
There first began the grief, that day was cause of sorowes all,
For nothing after that by fame she setts nor what may fall,
Nor longer now for loue in stelth Quéene
Dido her prouides,
But wedlock this she calls, with wedlocks name her faut she hides.
Anon through all the cities great of
Affrike,
Fame the doughter of earth & sister to the
Giauntes that attēpted to skale heauem.
Fame is gone,
The blasing fame, a mischief such, as swifter is there none.
By mouing more she bréedes, and as she ronnes her might doth rise.
By lowe for fear she lurkith first, than straight aloft in skies,
With pride on ground she goth, and percith cloudes with head on hight.
Dame
Earth her mother brooded furth (men say) that child in spite
Against the Gods, whan
Giantes first of serpent féeted line
Enceladus and
Ceus wrought hie heauen to vndermine.
Than for disdaine (for on them selfs their owne worke
Ioue did fling)
Fame.
Their sister crawlyd furth, both swift of féete and wight of wing.
A monster gastly great, for euery plume her carcas beares:
Lyke number léering eies she hath, like number harckning eares,
Like number toonges & mouthes she waggs, a wondrous thing to speake,
At midnight fourth she flies, and vnder shade her sounde doth squeake.
Al night she wakes, nor slomber swéete doth take, nor neuer sléepes
By daies, on houses toppes she sittes, or gates, or townes she kéepes.
On watching toures she climes, and cities great she makes agast,
Both trueth and falshed foorth she tels, and lies abroade doth cast.
She than the peoples mouthes about with babling broade did fill,
And things onwrought and wrought she tolde, and blew both good and yll.
How one
Aeneas of the blood of
Troy was come to lande,
Whom
Dido freshe for wanton loue ful soone had caught in hande.
And nowe this winter season long in pleasour passe they must
Regarding non estate, but giue them selues to filthy lust.
These things in mouthes of men this goddesse vile ful thicke did thrust.
A woer.
Than turning, straight her way she tooke onto
Hiarbas king,
Whose mind with tales on fier she set, and sore his wrath did sting.
This king was
Ammons sonne of
Garamanth Nimphe his dame,
A hundred temples huge about his kingdoms wide of fame,
A hundred altars hie to
Ioue he kept, with waking fiers
Both night and day to God, and holy priestes had theyr desyers.
Of beastes and slaughters fat: the soiles with blood were al embrued
And swéete with floures and garlondes fresh, the floores alway renewd.
He mad in minde, and through these bitter newes incensyd wood,
Men say, as he before his altars prayed and humbly stood:
His handes to heauen vp threwe, and thus he cryed with vexid mood.
Almighty
Ioue, whom duely
Moores estéeme for God and king,
And feastes of broidred beddes to thee, and wines of ioy do bring,
Antiquitie fedde vpon beds as the Turkes do yet.
Beholdst thou this? and mighty father thée with thunder dintes
Despise wée thus? and yet from vs thy strokes of lightninges stintes?
Nor quake wée not, whan through y
e cloudes thy sounding breakes aboue?
In vayne thy voyces runne? wil nothing vs to vertue moue?
A woman, lately come to lande, that bought of vs the grounde,
To whom the soyle wée gaue to tille, and citie new to founde,
And lawes also wée lent, my wedlock (lo) she hath forsake:
And now
Aeneas lorde of her and all her lond doth make.
He compares Acneas to
Paris.
And now this pranking
Paris fine with mates of beardles kinde:
To dropping heare and sauours nice, and vices all enclinde,
With
Greekish wimple pinkid, womanlike: yet must the same
Enioy the spoiles of this, and wée thy seruauntes take the shame,
For all our offryng giftes to thee wée finde no fruite but fame.
Thus prayeng in his feruent moode, and altars holdyng fast,
Almighty
Ioue him heard, and to the courte his eies did cast.
Where now these louers dwell forgettyng life of better fame.
Than
Mercury to him he cals,
The commaundmēt of
Ioue to
Mercury.
who stayght obeyed the same.
Go son, come of, and call the windes, and wynged slip thée downe
Vnto the
Troian duke, that now aloof in
Carthage town
Doth lynger time, and of his fatall cities hath no minde.
Go speake to him, and thus conuey my words as swift as winde.
Not such a man his mother deere did promise he should proue,
Nor him from daungers twise of
Greekes for this did she remoue:
But one that shuld
Italia lond where dréedful warres do swell
By conquest vndetread, and them to right and peace compell,
And
Troian blood he shuld aduaunce to due renowne and fame,
And all the worlde shuld vnder lawes subdue and rule the same.
If glory non of things so great nor corage him doth moue,
Nor for his praise him self to take the paynes he doth not loue,
Yet from
Ascanius why doth he the towres of
Rome remoue?
What meanes he? why remaines he thus within his enmies ward?
And had not vnto
Lauin lond and ofspring there regard?
Bid him to sea, this is the somme, (ꝙ he) go tell him this.
This spoken, he his fathers mind obeyed as duety is.
Mercury busketh him forward.
And first his slender féete with shoes and wings of gold he ties,
That him both vp and down doth beare, where euer coast he flies,
Both ouer seas and ouer londes, in post in ayer aboue.
He toke his rodde also, wherwith from hell he doth remoue
The louring soules, and soules also to dongeons déepe he sendes,
And sleepes therwith he giues and takes, and men from death defendes.
The winds by force therof he cutts, and through the clouds he swimms,
And now, approching néere, the topp he séeth and mighty limms
Of
Atlas mountain tough,
The
[...]escriptiō of his iorney frō heauen along the mountaine
Atlas in
Affrike, hiest in earth.
that heauen on boistous shulders beares,
Of
Atlas old, whom beating shoures and stormes and tempests weares
Whose head encompast all with trées of
Pine in garlondwise,
With louring cloudes is euer clad, that more and more do rise,
His shulders hid with snow, and from his hoary beard adowne,
The streanies of waters fall, with ise and frost his face doth frowne.
There first on ground with wings of might doth
Mercury ariue.
Than down from thens right ouer seas himself doth headlong driue,
Most like a byrd that nere the bankes of seas his haunting kéepes,
Among the fishfull rocks, and low byneth on water swéepes.
Non otherwise
Mercurius betwéen the skies and lands
Did sheare the winds, and ouerflew the shores of
Lybi sands.
Whan first the bowres of
Affrike land with wingid féete he twight:
Aeneas he might sée to stand among them broad in sight
Aduauncing vp the towres, and houses hye was altring newe,
Begyrt with hanger bright, beset with stones as starrs to vewe,
And shining read in roabe of
Moorishe purple, mantle wise,
He stood, and from his shulders down it hing
Morisco gise.
Quéene
Didos worke it was, her precious gift of loue to hold,
Her self the web had wrought, and warpyd fine with wreath of gold.
Straight vnto him he steps and sayd. Thou now of
Carthage hye
Foundations new dost lay, and doting dost thy mind applye
To please thy lusty spouse, and citie fayer thou dost prepare,
Alas, and of thine own affaires or kingdoms hast no care.
Him self the mighty god doth me to thée on message send,
The king of heauen and earth, that all this world with becke doth bend.
Himself hath bid me through the winds so swift these things to tel.
What gost about? why spendist time in
Lybi land to dwell?
If glory non of things so great thy corage do not moue,
Nor thou for praise to take the paine wilt for thine owne behoue:
Yet by
Ascanius rising now haue some regard to stand,
And hope of heyres of him, to whom by right
Italia land
And empier great of
Rome is dew. So said this heauenly wight,
And in the middes his tale he brake, and fled from mortall sight,
And out of reatche of eyes as thinne as aier he vanisht quighte.
Aeneas than affrighted stood in silence domme dismaid,
His heare vprose for feare, his voyce betwéene his iawes if stayd.
Faine wold he flée, and of that contrey swéete his licence take.
Astoynid with so great commaundment giuen, and god that spake.
Alas what shall he do? how dare he now attempt to breake
Vnto the Quéene of this? or where his tale beginne to speake?
His doubtfull mind about him swift he kest both here and there,
And sondry wayes he wayed, and searcheth dangers euery where.
Thus striuing long, this last deuise him liked best of all.
His capteins.
Cloanthus and
Serestus strong, and
Mnesteus he doth call,
And bids them rigge their fléete, and close their people draw to shore,
And armors all prepare, and lest therof might rise vprore:
Some causes els they should pretend, him self whan time shal serue,
Whan
Dido least doth know, and lest suspectes his loue to swarue,
He will assay to séeke most pleasaunt time with her to treat,
And méetest meane to make (for craft is all, who can the feat)
They glad without delay their lords commaundment did fulfill,
All thyngs in order set, and close they kept their princes will.
Anon the Queene had found the gile. What craft can compas loue?
She did forcast no lesse, and first she felt their practise moue,
All thynges mistrustyng straight, and fame also that monster wood
Her fumes encreased more, with newes, the ships in armor stood,
And
Troians for their flight (she sayd) all thynges prepared had.
Her hart therwith did faint, and frantike (like a creature mad)
She rayles with rampyng rage, & through the streates and townes about
With noyse she wanders wyde, most like a gide of
Bacchus rout:
Whan shouting through the fields with trompet sound they run by night,
In freke of
Bacchus feast, and mountaynes hie they fill with shright,
At last vnto
Aeneas thus talke her wordes she dight.
To hide also from me this mischief great, hast thou the hart?
Thou traitor false? and from my londe by stelih woldst thou depart?
Nor my vnfayned loue, nor thy remorse of promise plight,
Nor
Dido, like to die with cruell death, can stay thy flight?
But in the middes of winter storme away thou wilt in hast?
In these outragious seas, and through the force of northen blast?
O caytife most vnkynde: what if it were a contrey knowne,
The lond thou gost to seeke, no straungy realme, but all thine owne?
What if that
Troy, sometime thy natiue town, did yet endure?
Should
Troy through all these boystous seas this time thy ships allure?
And fleest thou me? Now by these wéepyng teares, and thy right hand
(For nothyng els I left me miser now wherby to stand)
By our espousayll first, and for the loue of wedlocke sought:
If euer well deseruid I of thee, if euer ought
Of ioy thou hadst of me, haue mercy now, I am ontwind.
Destroy not all my house, O be not so extreme enkind,
If prayers may preuaile, let prayers yet relent thy mind.
For thée alone the tirantes all and kings of
Lyby land
Do hate me now, for thée alone my people me withstand,
For thée also my shamefast life I brake, and euermore
[...]
He wold haue spoke, her ladies lift her vp, and vp did beare,
To chamber her they brought, in precious bed they layd her there.
But good
Aeneas though full faine he wold her grief aswage,
And wordes of comfort speke to turne from her that heuy rage,
In hart he mourned much, and shaken sore with feruent loue:
Yet to his ships he went to do the charge of gods aboue.
Than all the
Troians them bestyrd, in hast on euery side,
Their ships they launched out, the anoynted plankes on water glide.
And ores they made of bows, the woods with them to seas they beare
Vnshapen yet for hast.
From all the town they ranne, you might them swarming thick behold.
The discription of pismares or emotes.
And like as Antes applie their worke, that thinck on winter cold,
Whan heapes of corn they spoyl, and to their house conuey theyr store:
Their army blacke goeth out, and from the féelds with labour sore
Their booties home they bring, and some the kernels great of grain
With might of shulders shoue, and some behind suruey the train,
Correcting some for slewth, with chéering forth the worke it heates,
The waies are worn with weight, and euery path of labour sweates.
What mynd alas O
Dido now? what grief was this to thée?
What wailing vp thou setst? whan so on shore thou didst them sée?
And whan thou mightst behold before thy face from toures on hye
The seas on euery syde resound with such vprore and crye?
O Loue vnmylde, what dost thou not man mortal driue to séeke?
Again to teares she goeth, again she falls to prayers méeke,
She yéeldes to him for loue, nor nothing will she leaue vntried,
But practise all to proue, if ought will helpe before she died.
Lo sister
Anne, thou séest how swift to shore this people hies,
From eueri coast they come, their sailes are set for wind to rise,
With crownes for ioy their seamen deck their pups in garlandguise.
If euer, sister, such a grief had come within my thought:
I wold haue borne the same, or els som other swift haue wrought.
Yet one thing sister, in this woful plight do thou for mée,
For this peiured wretche regarded non so much as thée.
To thée alone he wold commit both secret thought and déede,
Thou knowest the mans good houres, and plesāt time with him to spéede.
Go sister, and go tel my wordes to my disdainfull foo:
I was not she that did conspier with
Greekes to
Troy to goo,
Nor did subuert his townes, nor ships nor armour euer sent
To stroy the
Troian blood, nor to his foes assistens lent.
I neuer brake his fathers tombe, nor bones in peaces chopt.
Why hath he thus to my request his eares so stifly stopt?
Where nowe away to ronne, will he remoue in al this hast?
O let him yet haue one respect to me for token last,
This one rewarde I craue, for duties all most miser wight,
O let him byde a whyle, tyll winde and seas may serue his flyght.
I séeke no more the wedlocke olde, which he hath nowe betrayed,
Nor from
Italia goodly lande he lenger should be stayed.
I séeke no longer him to kéepe his kingdome to forbeare.
A vacant tyme I aske, and respit small my wo to weare,
Whyle fortune learne me to lament, and brooke my fatal fall,
For pity (sister) sue for me this pardon last of all.
Which whan thou doest obteyne: requite it with my death I shal.
Thus talked she with teares, and wéeping thus both to and fro
Her sister went and came, and bare and brought encrease of wo.
But weeping nought preuayles, nor wailing ought his minde doth moue,
His brest so stifly bent, entreatinges al from him doth shoue,
God worketh so, his gentle eares are stopt from heauens aboue.
And as an auncient Oke of timber stout is tost and torne,
With northen boystous blastes, now here, now there with bending born,
Whan struggling windes do striue, the craking noise aloft doth sounde,
The braunches breake aboue, and bows abrode ar spread on grounde.
Yet still on rockes it standes, and as the top doth climbe to growe
To heauens in height: so reacheth downe the roote to
Limbo low.
Non otherwyse afflicted is this prince with message brought,
Incessauntly with teares, and gréeuous cares opprest his thought,
Yet standes he fixed styll, and teares of eyes do tryll for nought.
Than
Dido (woful soule) with plagues of destnies foule affright
Desires to dye, she lothith nowe of heauen to see the light.
Her purpose also further foorth to set, and lyfe to leaue:
As she on burning altars did encense and offeringes heaue,
(A lothsome thing to speake) the sacred liquors blacke they stood,
And wines in powring foorth she saw them turne to filthy blood.
This vision to no wight, no, not her sister déere she tolde.
Princes had tēple in their houses
There was also within her court, to serue her husbande olde
A marble temple pure of wondrous worke, that day by day
Deuoutly she did dresse with fléeses whyte, and garlandes gay:
[...]
Descriptiō of midnyght.
Than was it night, and creatures all that wéery were on grounde
Dyd take their stomber swéete; both woods and seas had left their sounde,
And waues of waters wylde, whan starres at mydnight soft do slyde,
Whan whust is euery fielde, and beastes and birdes of painted pride
In bushes: broade that bréede, and countrey foules of lande and lake,
By night in silence styll are set on sléepe, their eas to take,
Forgetting labours long, and care away from hart they shake.
But not so
Dido coulde, nor neuer rest relieues her mynde,
On sléepe she neuer fals, her eyes or hart no night can finde.
Her cares encreasing ryse, with raging loue in brest she boyles
A freshe, an surges wylde of wrath within her selfe she toyles.
Betwéene them thus she striues, and thus her heauy hart turmoyles.
Lo, what shal I now do? shal I agayne go séeke with shame,
My former suters loue? shal I go sue to wed the same?
Whom I so oftentimes to take to me disdayned haue?
Or shal I in the
Troian fléete go serue, and lyue a slaue?
What els? for where they had before this tyme reliefe of mée:
They wyl remember that, and wel they quite me now you sée.
Admit I woulde so do, what is he there wyl me receiue
To their disdayneful ships? O foole, thou dost thy selfe deceiue.
O creature lost, dost thou not yet the falshed vnderstande
Of that periured nation false of
Laomedons bande?
What than? shal I alone pursue these boatmen braue in flight?
Or shal I rayse my people al in armes with me to fight?
And them that out of
Sydon lande I skarsely brought with payne,
Shal I go bid them sayle, and sende them out to seas agayne?
Nay rather dye thy selfe, as worthy wel thou dost deserue,
And with this weapon quenche away thyne owne distresse and sterue.
Thou sister ouercome with teares, on me this mischiefe furst
Didst put, and to my mortal foe didst throwe me most accurst.
Coulde I not yet my lyfe haue led without reproche or misse,
As doth some saluage beast? and not haue felt the cares of this?
My promise broken is, that I my husbande dead dyd make.
These waylings she within her brest with hart ful heauy brake.
Aeneas than abourd in ship assured foorth to passe:
Was taking rest, and for the flight al thing prepared was.
To hym the god agayne in habit lyke, and former face
Appearing shewed him selfe, and thus in dreame bespake his grace.
All things
lybe Mercury he bare, both forme and voyce and hew,
And glosse of shining heare, and comely youth of beauty newe.
Thou goddesse sonne, in all this parlous season canst thou sléepe?
Nor howe thou art beset with dangers great hast thou no kéepe?
Thou foolishe man? these goodly westerne windes dost thou not here?
She now on mischiefe thinkes, and wicked craft her minde doth stere,
Assured bent to death, and waues of wrath her hart doth cast.
Wylt thou not headlong flée betyme, whyle power to flée thou hast?
Anone the seas enclosed vnder ships, and blasing brondes
On euery syde shal shyne, thou shalt sée burnyng all the strondes,
If thée this mornyng sonne about this countrey finde to raunge.
Breake of dispatche: a diuers minded thing, and full of chaunge
Is woman kinde alway, dispatche. So spake this heauenly wight,
And through the darke of night hymselfe withdrew from mortal sight.
Aeneas with that sodayne voyce in minde right sore appalde:
Him selfe from sléepe he shooke, and on his mates he freshly calde.
Nowe euery man awake, bestow your selues on hatches hye,
In hast hoyst vp your sayles, agayne the god is come from skye.
In hast foorthwith to shift, and cables cut from hence to flée,
Lo ones agayne he calles. O blessed god wée wayte on thée
What euer thou art: thy wyl ngayne with glad chéere wée obey.
Be with vs nowe for spéede, and sende vs starres to guyde our way,
And weather good (he sayde.) With that, he drewe his fawchon out,
That bryght as lyghtning shone, and cables strake with courage stout.
Than euery man bestirs: they séeke, they snatche, they take, they teare,
The shores aloof they leaue, the seas for ships appéeres no where.
The morning was taken for a goddesse & imagined nightly to lye with
Tithon king of the East.
And nowe the Mornyng read had left syr
Tythons paynted bed,
And broade on earth her glystring beames and lyght had newly spread.
The Quéene as dawning waxed whyte from tooting towres on hye,
When she the fléete thus vnder sayle in order did espye,
And winde at wyll to driue, and nothing left behynde at shore,
And sawe the hauons all emptie stonde withouten beate or ore:
Thrée tymes her hands she beate, and foure times strake her comly brest,
Her golden heare she tare, and frantikelyke with moode opprest:
She cryed, O
Iupiter, O god (ꝙ she) and shalla go
In déede? and shalla flowte me thus within my kyngdomes, so?
Shal not myne armies out? and al my peoples them pursue?
Shal they not spoyle their ships, or burne them all with vengeance due?
Out people, out vpon them, folow fast with fiers and flames.
Set sailes aloft, make out with ores, in ships, in boates, in frames.
What speake I? or where am I? what furies me do thus enchaunt?
O
Dido woful wretch, now destnies fell thy head doth haunt.
This first thou shouldst haue don, whan thou thy kingdom putst frō thée.
Lo this it is to trust. This goodly faith and trouth hath he
That so deuout, his countrey gods men say doth séeke to reare,
And he that on his shulders did his aged father beare.
Could I not him by force haue caught, and péece from péece haue torne?
Or spred his limmes in seas, and all his people staine beforne?
Could I not of
Ascanius chopping made? and dresse for meate
His flesh? and than his father done thereof his fill to eate?
Than grown a doubt there had perhaps in fight, what if it had?
Whom dred I bent to death? than would I straight with furies mad
Haue brent his campe with bronds, and fild his ships with fier & flame.
Both sier and son destroyd, and of their nation quenche the name,
That done, I wold haue thrown my self ful glad vpon the same.
O Sonne with blasing beames, that euery déede on earth dost vewe,
And
Iuno goddesse great, that knowest what thing to this is dewe:
Diana déepe, whose name by night al townes in crospathes crie,
And fends of vengeans fell, and gods that
Dido make to die,
Receiue my words, and turne from me the wreke of sinners paine.
Heare now my voyce: yf destnies do that wicked head constraine
To enter hauen, and néedes he must with mischief swimme to land,
If god will néedes dispose it so to be, there let it stand.
Yet let him vexed be, with armes and warres of peoples wyld,
And hunted out from place to place, an outlaw stil exyld,
Let him go begge for helpe, and from his child disseuered be,
And death and slaughters vile of all his kinred let him sée.
And whan to lawes of wicked peace he doth him self behight,
Yet let him neuer raigne, nor in this life to haue delight:
But die before his daye, and rotte on ground withouten graue.
This is my prayer last, this with my blood of you I craue.
Than to their linage all, O you my people shew despite,
O
Moores applie them still with strife, let hatred hate acquite.
This charge to you I leaue,
Other came
Hannibal that after plaged
Rome.
these offring presents sende you me,
Whan dead I am: let neuer loue nor leage betwene you be.
Than of my bones arise there may some impe reuenger fell,
That shall the
Troian clownes with force of fier and sword expell.
Now, than, and euermore, as time shall serue to giue them might
Let shore to shore, and streame to streame, be stil repugnant right.
This I desier, let them in armes and al their offpring fight.
Thus said she, and her minde about in compas wyde she kest,
Desiring soone this hateful world to leaue and be at rest.
Than thus to
Barcey straight,
Sichaeus nurse she shortly said,
(For at her contrey old, her own, in dust before was laid:)
Deare nurse (ꝙ she) go bid my fister hast that she were here,
Attyre her selfe she must, and washe with streames of water clere,
And offrings bid her bring, and beastes appointed here to leade,
And thou thy head (O nurse deuout) with vesture sée thou spreade,
Than let her come. To
Pluto déepe such vowes as I haue take
My mynde is to performe, and of my cares an end to make.
The tokens all of
Troy to burning fier I wyl commit.
She hearing steppid furth, and hasted on with aged wit.
But
Dido quaking fearce with frantike mode and grisly hewe,
With trembling spotted chekes, her huge attemptings to pursue,
Besides her selfe for rage, and towards death with visage wan,
Her eyes about she rold, as red as blood they loked than.
Anon to the inner court in hast she ronnes, and vp the pyle
She mounting climes aloft, and on the top thereof awhyle
She stood, and naked from the sheath she drawes the fatal blade
A gift of
Troy, that vnto these effectes was neuer made.
There, whan she saw the
Troyan weeds and couch acquainted laid
With tricling teares awhile, and mourning hart her self she staied.
Than flat on bed she fel, and these her last wordes than she said.
O swete remain of clothing left, and thou O dulcet bedde,
(While god and fortune wold, and while my life with you I ledde)
Receyue from me this soule, and from these cares my hart vntwyne.
A tyme of life I had, of fortunes race I ran the lyne:
And now from me my figure great goth vnder ground to dwell.
My walls I reysed haue, and citie riche that doth excell.
My husbandes death, and on my brother false I wroke my téene.
O happy (we laway) and ouer happy had I béene,
Yf neuer
Troyan ship (alas) my contrey shore had séene.
This said, she wried her head, and vnreuenged must we die?
But let vs boldly die (ꝙ she) thus, thus to death I plie.
Thus vnder ground I gladly go, lo thus I do expier,
Let yonder
Troian tyrant nowe wyth eies deuour this fier,
As on the seas he sittes, and with my death fulfil his ire.
Thus speaking, in the middes thereof she left, and therewithall
With brest on persing sword, her laties saw where she did fall.
The blade in fomy blood, and hands abrode with sprauling thrown▪
To heauen the shoutes arise, and through the town the fame is blown.
Lamenting loude beginnes, and wailinges wide, and roarings hie,
In euery house they houle, and women cast a ruful crie.
The citie shakes, the noyse rebounding breakes the mighty skie.
Non otherwise, than if some rage of enemies all their towne
At ones had ouerronne, and houses hie were tearing downe,
As all at ones shuld fall,
Carthago proude, or auncient
Tyre,
And buildings both of gods and men shuld burne with blasing fier:
Her sister heard the sound, as dead for dréede she stood vndrest,
With nailes her face she tare, and with her fistes she beat her brest,
And ramping through the midds of men she ronnes, and by her name
She calls her: now in death. O sister mine, and lady dame,
Is this the cause that I from thée so far beguiled was?
Did I this pyle of fier and altars builde for this? alas,
What shuld I now forsaken first complaine? O sister swéete,
Hast thou despised, me to take with thée, a mate so méete?
Why didst thou me thy sister to this death disdaine to call?
One wepon shuld vs both dispatch at ones from sorows all.
And with my handes haue I so wrought? haue I my gods so cried?
That from this cruel plight of thine my presens was denied?
O sister, now thou hast vndon this day bothe thée and me,
Thy town, thy peoples all, thy worthy lordes confounded be.
Carthago quenched is: O let me washe these wounds in hast,
And if there be remaining yet soine lyfe or breathing last,
My mouth shall fetche the same furthwith. So said she, and now alost
The pyle she clymyd had, and in her bosom clasping soft
Her sister heauy helde (in pang that was) and with her wéede
She wailing wypid of the deadly blood that black did bléede.
She towardes her, hée heaui fainting eies wold faine haue cast,
But fixed vnderneth her brest her wound reboyleth fast.
Thre times her self she lift, and on her elbow sought to staye.
And thrise she sounding fell, and there vpon she gaue a braye,
Than thrise on bed she tost, and with her eyes vprolling round,
Of heauen she sought the light, and groned sore whan it she founde,
Almighty
Iuno than, these labours hard, and passage long
Lamented sore to sée, and down she sent in message strong,
Dame
Iris hie, that on the Rainbow read in heauen doth sit:
This struggling soule to take, and from these pains her lyms vnknit.
For whereas no deserued death, nor destnies her did kill,
But sely soule before her day, by rage of frantike will,
Her golden heare as yet from her not taken was, nor yet
Diana dampned had her head to lake of
Lymbo pit:
Dame
Rainbow down therfore with safron wings of dropping showres,
Whose face a thousande sundry hewes agaynst the sunne deuoures,
From heauen descending came, and (on her head.) Here I doo thée
To
Pluto nowe bequeath, and from this corps I make thée frée.
She sayde, and with her hande she clipt her heare so cleare that shynde,
And therewithal her lymmes at ones their heate from them resynde.
And thinne as ayer her lyfe went out, disperst abrode in wynde.
DEO GRATIAS.
Per Thomam Phaer,
in foresta Kilgerran,
ix. Aprilis. Anno. 1556. Opus Quindecim dierum.
¶ The fifth booke of the Aeneidos of Ʋirgil.
The Argument.
¶
Aeneas leauyng
Carthage, and saylyng towards
Italy, by force of a tempest is driuen into
Scicil, where, beyng freendly receaued by
Acestes: he celebrateth his father
Anchises tweluemonethes mynde, whom he had buried at
Drepanus that day tweluemoneth before. And maketh playes, and games at his graue, and distributeth rewards to such as wunne them.
Cloanthus winneth in fight on sea.
Eurialus, through the sleight of
Nisus: winneth the price in runnyng, and so doth
Eurytion in showting.
Entellus the auntient, ouercometh
Dates at y
e game called
Caestus (which is fightyng with bagges or flappes of leather hanging by stringes, wherin is either lead, or sand) who youthfully boasted of him self. Howbeit the cheif rewards, and honour, in respect of age, and dignitie: were adiudged vnto
Acestes, whose arrow when it flew into the ayer: sodenly waxed a fier.
Ascanius in the honour of
Anchises his graundfather with the other youth of nobilitie practizeth fight, and feates on horsebacke, resemblyng warlike prowisse. In the meane time the
Troiane wyues, at the instigation of the
Raynbovv and for weary somnesse of theyr longe trauayle: cast fier amonge the fleet, and quite destroyed foure tall ships. The rest by a soden showre of rayne sent by
Iupiter: were preserued from burnyng. The night followyng,
Anchises appeareth to his sonne
Aeneas in a dreame, & warneth him from
Iupiter, that followyng the counsell of
Nautes, he leaue behind him the women, and the impotent old men, in
Scicil, and he himselfe with the force of his army, and the lustiest youthes of all the companie: shou d sayle into
Italy. Where he should first go seeke
Sybillas den, by whose direction he should be brought vnto him into the fields called
Elysij, or fieldes of pleasure, where he should be enfourmed of all the race of his posteritie, and learne the euentes of all warres that shoulde shortly befall him. Wherfore
Aeneas then obeying his fathers commaundement: builded a citie in
Scicill named
Acestes, and there made a
Colonye of women, and old men that were vnfit for warre, and him self with the strength of his army taketh his viage towards
Italy. Therwhiles,
Neptunus at the entreaty of
Venus maketh the sea calme, whylst
Aeneas sayleth. In this goodly calmnesse
Palinurus the stearesman fallyng a sleape: is cast helme and all into the sea, whose turne
Aeneas supplieth.
AEneas on his way this whyle with shippes the seas did sheare,
Amids the working waues of Northen wynde full rough y
t were,
Assured now to passe, and backe full oft he kest his eien
To
Didos woful wals, on euery side that now did shine
With flames of burnyng bright, what kindlyd hath so great a fier,
The cause vnknowen it is, but wondrous feates in feruent yre,
Is wrought by woman kinde, whan breach of loue hath made them mad:
Thus pensiue passe the
Troians from that sight and token sad.
Whan to the déepe their ships were come, and now on neither side
Appeares no land, but seas and skies about them broad are spide:
A showre aboue his head there stoode, all dusky blacke with blew,
Both night and storme it brought, & straight the waters darke their hew.
Him self the Lodesman
Palynure from puppe at stern on hie
Alack, why hath these clouds so thicke encompast thus the skie?
What workst thou father
Neptune now? he sayd, and therewithall
He bids them trusse their tackels, and with ores to labour fall,
And sailes to léeward set, than thwart the wind he kest about,
And thus he spake
Aeneas prince of might and corage stout.
If god him self, as now this wether stands, wold say to me,
To fetch
Italia land, yet wold I thinke it could not be.
So woorke these waiward windes, and from by west the tempest grimme
Doth rise with boistous noise, and aier with cloudes encloseth dimme.
Nor striue no more wée may, nor if wee list wée can come there.
Since fortune therefore doth preuaile, let vs with fortune beare,
And turne where fortune calls, not far it is (as I suppose)
Vnto thy brother
Erix coast and hauons of
Sicil woose,
(If I in mind my wonted course of starres do well retaine.)
Aeneas gentil said, In déede I sée thée striue in vaine
With labour al this while, and so me thinke these windes require.
Turne thou therto thy sailes, is any lond to me more déere?
Or where shuld I my wery ships more wishe to set at rest?
He landeth in
Sicil frō whence he came out at the first. The king of
Sicil.
Than where
Acestes Troyan dwells my fréend beloued best?
And where my father
Anchises bones entombed lyen in chest?
He said, and towards hauons anon they make, and windes at west
Doth blow them through the déepes: the chanell swift their nauy driues,
And glad at last on their acquainted shore their ships ariues.
And from the mountain top, with meruell great to sée them fléete,
Acestes hasting ran, his contrey ships at shore to méete.
All hunterlyk, in hide of boystous beare, with dart in hand,
His father (flood
Crinisus) him begat in
Troian land.
Dame
Troy his mother was, his worthy stock ful stout he bare.
He bad them welcome backe, and ioyfully with mountayne fare
He did them entertayne, and fréendly comfort after care.
The morning next, whan first the dawning starrs expulsed were,
And cleare the day began,
Aeneas out from euery where
Assembled al his mates, and into counsell did them call.
Than from a banke on hie, he thus pronounced to them all.
You mighty
Troians, from the blood of great gods that descend,
This time is comen about a perfit yere is now at end,
Since whan my father
Anchises blessed bones were put in ground,
And mourning altars for his holy relikes wée did found.
And now the day (if I do not mistake) approcheth nere:
That vnto me shal euer dolefull be, and euer dere,
Since gods hath pleased so: if I this day were cast a land,
Among the saluage
Moores, or on the shores of
Sirtes sand,
Or caught on
Greekish seas, or in
Micena town a slaue:
Yet pay my yerely vowes I wold with pompe of dueties braue,
And gifts in feastful gyse on altars large I wold aduaunce.
Now here in hauen wée be, among our fréends, not by no chaunce,
But by the gods (I trust) of purpose wrought, and for the nones,
To worship here my fathers blessed dust, and precious bones.
Come on therefore, let euery man set furth these honors pure
With mirth on euery side, that of good windes we may be sure.
And as I yerely now these offringe dayes to him do make,
So whan my citie builded is, in temples he shal take.
Thei feasted alway-before their idols.
For euery ship
Acestes giues to you of oxen twaine,
With charge your selfs to chere, set out your contrey gods agayne,
And with our host
Acestes gods to feasting sée you fall:
In worship of this day, let vs reioyce with corage all.
Moreouer, whan the morning ninth to mortall men doth spring,
And sunne with glistring beames the world agayn to sight doth bring,
For prises proud to striue, I wil prouoke the
Troian fléete.
And who so wrastleth best, or best can ronne with force of féete,
Or surer driues a dart, or archer best his bowe can drawe,
Or fighting dares combat, with boystous baggs of lether rawe:
Rewards I shal set furth, and prises méete for euery matche.
Be present all, and he that best deserues the best shall catche.
Say all Amen, and crown your heads with bowes of Laurell gréene,
So speaking on his head he set his garlond freshe beséene.
So
Helimus, so king
Acestes doth, (ful graue of age)
So child
Ascanius doth, and after him both man and page.
He from the counsel came with thousands thicke in myghty throng,
Vnto his fathers tombe, in middes of all his princes strong.
Two bolles of blessed wine in solempne guise he kest on ground,
And milke in basons twaine about the tombe he powred round,
And twaine of sacred blood: than all the graue he spred and layd
With flowres of purple hewes, and thus at last ful loud he prayd.
All haile O blessed father mine, yet ones again all hayle:
From death preserued twise, but nought to me can that preuayle.
Thy bones I worship here, vnto thy soule mote glory be.
My luck was not
Italia fatall féeldes to finde with thée,
Nor
Tyber flood (where euer it is) could we togethers know.
Thus talked he, whan from the tombe at secret caue by lowe,
A serpent great did slyde, with circles seuen of mighty sise,
Along the graue he drew with foldings seuen in compaswyse,
Embrasing soft the tombe, and tombling soft on the altars rolde,
His back as azure blew, bespotted gay with specks of golde,
And glosse of burning skales, as in the clouds with diuers hewes
Against the sunne, the rainbow red in thousand sortes renewes.
Aeneas with that sight astoynyd was, but he along,
Came lagging forth in linkes, and all the deynty meates among
He tasted euery dishe, and home againe in hermeles wyse,
Returning tooke his tombe, and was not seen again to ryse.
So much the more his fathers tombe he plied with offrings than.
For what it was, or how therof to thinke he could not skan.
If priuat ghost it were, or sprite that in that mountaine dwells,
Or seruant from his father sent, but slaughters downe he fells,
Of sheep in number fiue, and fiue of swyne ful large of syse,
And mighty hefers blacke in number fiue, as is the gyse.
And wines in bolles he shed, and on the mighty soule he cried,
Of great
Anchises ghost, and sprite that ouer ground was spied.
His mates also ful glad, as euery man was sped of store,
Their offringe presents brought and laded altars more and more,
And hefers down they slew, and som by rowes their pans of brasse
Did set to seeth in sight, and down they spred them selues on grasse,
On vmbles fat they féede, and broche, and broyle, and time they passe.
And now the ninth desired day was come with morning bright,
And
Phoethons horses faier had mounted vp the sonne to sight,
And by the fame, and for
Acestes worship round about
The contreys al were come, and shores they fill with ioyfull rout
To sée the
Troyan lords, and some in minde themselfs to trye.
Wagers for rowing
First prises great in sight, aloft a banck, aduaunced hye,
Were set amids them all, thrée footed bolles of precious mold,
And crowns and garlonds gay, for them that win the wager shold.
And poudryd purple robes, and armor gorgeous glistring bright,
And talents great of gold, and plenty plate of siluer pight.
With glée the game begins, the trompet blows with noise on hight.
First vessels foure, that chief elected were from al the fléete,
Auncetors of certeine the noblest men in Rome when he wrote this booke
Come forth to coape with ores of hugy weight as matches méete.
Syr
Mnesteus his galeon swift whose name was
Pistrin, driues,
Syr
Mnesteus Italian prince, whence
Memmus lyne deriues.
Syr
Gias than with hugy monster ship
Chimera calde,
A cities worke she was, with rancks of rowers treble walde,
And
Troian youth with triple tyre of ores did shoue the same.
Sergestus than, from whom the house of
Sergis drawes the name,
Centaurus him did beare (that galée great). But
Scilla blew
Cloantus brought: from whence thy race (o Romain
Cluent) grew.
Far out in seas there stands a rocke against the fomy shore,
That sometime vnder water lyeth with surges beaten sore,
Whan stormes of winter wind encloseth starrs in cloudy skies:
But smoth in calme it lieth, and in the middes thereof doth rise
A pleasant plain of féeld, where often Mewes, and birds of seas
Do kéepe their haunting walk, and sunne their fethers whan thei pleas.
Aeneas there aduauncing set a signe of braunches gréene,
A marke of oken bows, that of the boatmen might be séene,
To know their turning place, and courses long from whence to fold.
Eche man by lot their standing tooke, and glistring bright in gold:
The gorgeous capteins stood, on hatches hie in garmentes gay.
The rest of youth with crownes of garlonds greene in due aray,
Their necks and shulders shine with oyles annointed naked bare,
On settels down they sit, their ores in hands prepared are,
Their armes ententiue bent, whan at the signe they shal begin.
Their harts for ioy doth hop, and fear doth flap their brests within,
And gréedy pride of praise, and feruent loue renown to win.
Than whan the blast of trompet first doth sound, thei al arise
Atones, and from their bounds they breake, their clamors perce the skies,
Their stroks at ones thei strike, the fomy waters through thei cliue,
The stremes resisting breake, and with their stēmes the seas they sliue,
Their ores with labor creaks, by strength of armes themselfs thei driue.
Not headlong half so swift, doth coursing stéedes bestys their héeles,
Whan for their wager fast with all their force thei flye with whéeles.
Nor charet gyder non more fre on féeld doth let them slip,
Or slacker shakes his raines, or louder them doth lash with whip:
Than with the shoutes of men that clap their hands, and parties takes,
The cries encreasing rise, that euery wood with sounding shakes,
The noyse repulsed ronnes from banck to banck, and through the shores
The voices broken ben, and hill to hill rebounding rores.
Before them al sir
Gias first escapes through al the throng,
And first to seas he flies with noise, and him
Cloanthus strong
Pursues at hand, and better was with ores, but sluggish kéele
And mast vnweldy lets. Than after him euen hard at héele,
Centaurus preasing glides, and
Pistris her doth equal matche,
Thei striue with sturdy strokes, and formost place they seke to catche.
And now
Centaurus gets the vauntage, now doth
Pistris win:
Now iointly both, with side to side, and equal spéede they spin.
And now approching néere the rock they were, and marke thei held,
Whan
Gias victor prince, (of conquest proud) the land beheld.
And as from chanel depe his barge to land he wold haue hied.
Vnto
Menetes lodesman than thereof full loud be cried.
Why roust away so wyde? take here I say, loue nie the shore,
Fetch me this left hand land, and on these rocks let beate thine ore.
Let others kéepe the déepe, he said, but fearing rocks, and sholdes,
Menetes stil at sterne his hand on helme to seaward holdes.
Where yet astray so wide?? yet (whan I bid thée) fetche the stones,
Sir
Gias on
Menetes cried and cald, and (lo at ones)
He séeth
Cloanthus come, euen hard at back, and formost glide,
He through the roaring rockes, and vnderneth sir
Gias side
Did sheare his lefthand way, betwene them twaine, and swift anon
Escapes them both, and suer in seas beyond the marke is gon.
Than verily for feruent wo, the yong mans bones did glowe,
Nor teares his eyes could hold,
Menetes is cast ouer bourde.
but by and by
Menetes slowe,
(Forgetting worship all, and that he was his helpe at helme,)
Yet hedlong down he threw, and him in seas did ouer whelme.
Him self to sterne he stept him self his maisters roume supplies,
Exhorting men with noyse, and fast to shoreward helme he wries.
But whan (good aged man)
Menetes up was cast on brim,
From botom deepe of seas, and in his germentes wet did swimme,
He caught the rocke on hie, and on the drie land there he sat.
The
Troians had good game, and sporting al they laught therat,
Whan first in seas he fell, and whan he rose and flat did fléete,
And whan to pourge his gorge he kest vp floodes of falt onswéete.
Than hope and comfort kindlid is vnto the twaine behind.
Sir
Mnesteus and
Sergestus strong, they both with burning mind:
Wold passe sir
Gias by, (that hindrid is) and passe they do,
Sergestus first the place doth take, and rock approchith to,
And yet not formost al, nor al her kéele hath forhand wonne,
But part before, for half with her doth
Pistris striuing ronne.
But kindling fast his mates on euery side sir
Mnesteus steeres.
From man to man he steppes, and chafing vp their corage chéeres,
With loude exhorting noise. Now now (ꝙ he) with might and maine,
Now chéerely stur your ores, now al your force do you constraine.
O
Hectors worthy péeres, whom I at
Troys extreme decay,
Did matche to be my mates, and chose with me to take our way,
Expresse me now the might y
t somtime brought vs through y
e streames,
And sturdy waues of seas, and sondry gulfes of
Greekish realmes,
I séeke not now the chief, nor of this game renown to bost,
(Albeit O), but let it go where
Neptune fauours most.
Yet last let vs not be. O liuely laddes of noble kind,
Let neuer man for shame behold vs last to lag behind.
Now for our contreys loue, (if any thing your hartes reuiues)
Now pull or neuer pull. They than at ones all for their lieues,
Laid on with lusty strokes, the brasen puppe with plucking quakes,
With strength of arms they striue, that skudding furth the stem it strakes
The land aloof withdraws, than panting breath doth beat their lims,
Their mouths of moistur dry, on streming swet their bodies swims.
Fortune also to them desirid luck and honour sent,
For as
Sergestus (mad in mind for hast) in turning bent
Too néere the shore, and straighter wold haue cut the shorter space:
Among the stones he stack (vnlucky man) in parlous place.
The rockes therwith they shoke, and on the craggy pointed pikes
Their ores with crashing breake, & kéele on ground with danger strikes.
The botemen rise with noise, and loude with cries thē selues they let.
And proppes, and pykyd poales, with hurlyburly great they get.
And some their broken ores, in péeces sléeting vp they fet.
But
Mnesteus reioysing than, and proud for this mischaunce,
With cluster swift of ores, and windes at wil that did aduaunce:
Al groweling through y
e seas he skouring ronnes, and through the déepes
The waues he smothly cuttes, and swift his way on water swéepes:
Most like a Doue, whom chaunce distourbyd hath from pleasant rest,
That in some corner close within some house, doth keep her nest,
Affraid she stertith first, and flushing loud she flappes her winges,
That all the house resoundes, than vp to skies aloft she springes,
And fast to field she flies, where gliding soft in aier aboue:
She sheares her tender way, and wing for hast doth neuer moue.
So
Mnesteus, so
Pistris makes her way with might extréeme,
So slides she through the seas, and so with force to flye they séeme.
And first
Sergestus strong, that on the rock did yet remayne,
He leaues him struggling there, and calling helpe full oft in vaine,
Among the sholdes, and glad with broken ores to lerne to créepe.
Than
Gias, than
Chimera ship her self that monster steepe,
He ouertakes, (for of her maister late she spoyled was)
And now remaynes there non but sir
Cloanthus last to passe,
Whom fast he doth pursue, and hard at hand he hath in chase,
With power and pith he pulles, and towardes him he draws a pace.
Than noyses dubbled béen, and shoutes of friendes exaltyng cries.
Prouokyng foorth with prayse, that vp to heauen the clamours flies.
They proude of former prayse, their honour won they will not lose.
And if they should, no longer than to liue they do dispose.
Those other fortune feedes, they thincke to win for win they may.
And with the prise (perhaps) or half therof had gon theys way:
Had not
Cloanthus to the seas his handes abroad displayed,
And cald his gods for help, and thus to them full loude he prayed.
O Gods that empier kéepes on seas, whose kyngdoms here I strake,
Vpon this water shore to you myne altars will I make.
A white elected Bull I vowe to giue with seruice braue,
And cast his fleash in fluddes, if I myne honour now may saue.
And plenty pure of wynes, I will to you in waters throwe.
He spake that word, and him beneth in botoms deepe by lowe,
The god
Portunus heard, and virgin rout of
Mermay des all:
And ladies bright that daunsing liues in seas with bodies tall.
Him self his mighty hand to send her furth did set behinde.
So did the noble water
Nymphes, she swifter than, than winde:
And swifter glaunsing smooth than arow glidyng goeth from dow,
To land she leapt, and sauf in hauen her self she did bestow.
Aeneas than eche man in order due let call by name,
And sir
Cloanthus victor chief by Heraldes did proclame.
And crowne of Laurell gréene about his browes himself he set.
Than giftes for euery ship, three hefers large he bids to fet,
And plenty great of wines, and talents fayre of siluer bright.
But specially the capteins all with due rewards he dight.
A mantell riche to him that wan the chief was giuen of gold,
Whom purple borders broade enuironned with diuers fold,
And wrought therin there stands a princely child of precious face,
That in the woods with Dart in hand both Hart and Hinde doth chace.
All liuely, breathyng like, whom, fallyng downe from
Ioue on hie:
An Egle feerce vptooke,
The story of
Ganimedes.
and in his pawes conueied to skie.
His kéepers waylyng stand, and handes abroad to heauen they hold
In vayne, and barkyng noyse of dogges against the cloudes do skold.
But he that second place by doughty deedes deserued had:
A harneys coat to him with heauy hookes of gold bestad,
A harneys coat he gaue, whom he him self in battell broyle
Did vnder
Troian walles from
Demoleus brest dispoyle.
That worthy gift he had, and strong defence in armes to weare.
Skant yemen twain with shoulders ioyntly set the same could beare,
So sondrie folde it was, but
Demolee him self alone,
Was wont therin to hunt the straglyng
Troians one by one.
Than for the third renown, two caudrons great he gaue of brasse,
And siluer cuppes, with signes of stories old engrauen that was.
And now rewarded all, eche man full proude in best aray,
They went with garnisht heads, and bare theyr gifts galanta gaye.
Whan from the parlous rocke, with much a doo to skape the same,
(Besides his losse of ores, and of a ranck of rowers lame)
With laughter great of men, his prayselesse ship
Sergestus brought,
In maner like, as whan some serpent (by some banck vnsought)
Is brused by some whéele, that ouerthwart his backe hath past.
Or pilgrim passyng by, with stroke of stone welnere hath brast,
In vayne he séekes to flée, and wriglyng wreathes his limmes about,
His angrie half on broke, and hissing neck he launchith out,
All bright with burning eies, and though his limping half him holdes:
He knittes him great in knobbes, and in him self him self he foldes.
Non otherwise, and like, with féeble ores his ship did stéere,
Yet saile he makes with wind, and into hauen approcheth cléere.
Aeneas to
Sergestus gaue reward of duety there,
Reioysing for the ship, and for the men that sauid were.
A woman him was geuen, a seruant good to weaue and spinne,
And sucking boyes a payer, of giauntes kind, her pappes betwinne.
Than good
Aeneas went (whan all this matche dischargid was:)
Running.
Into a goodly field, that ouerspred was all with grasse,
Whom woodes and crookid hilles on euery side did compas round,
And in the mids a vale ther lay, and pleasant plaine of ground,
Where he with thousands thick did make for plaies a seemely plat,
And in the mids of al, in stately seat, as prince he sat.
Here they that lyst to ronne, and trie themselfes with force of féete,
With gifts he them prouokes, and settes before them prises méete.
On euery side they came, both men of
Troy and
Sicill land,
Eurialus and
Nisus first.
Eurialus a springold fresh of youth, and beauty cléere,
And
Nisus that of al mankind had him in loue most déere,
And yong
Diores, of king
Priams blood a princely childe.
Than
Salius and
Patron, auncient stocks and vndefilde.
Panopes than, and
Helimus, of
Sicill, striplings twaine,
That hunters were in woods, and men of old
Acestes traine
And many more also there came, whom fame in darkenes hides.
To whom in middes of al,
Aeneas thus his tale deuides.
Take this for certayn trueth, and in your minds conceyue it so,
Not one of all this number here shall vnrewarded go.
For dartes I wil them giue, with pointed stéele full bright a paier,
And wrought with siluer fine to beare in hand a Pollar faier.
All men alike shal here rewarded be, saue onely thre,
With bowes of Oliues gréene, as victors chief shal crownd be.
The first a palfray bright, with harneys gorgeous glistring braue,
Shall get, the second for his paines a quiuer gay shal haue.
A quiuer gay, with girdle broad of gold and arrowes fret,
Embroydryd fine that is, and precious stones thereon are set.
The third shal with this
Greekishe helme depart and be content.
Whan this was said, their place they toke, and right incontinent,
At signe of trompet heard, their bounds they breake, and out they powre,
As light as whirling winds, and to the marke in sight they skowre.
First and before all other bodies, nimble
Nisus springs,
More swifter yet than wind, and than the dint of lightnings wings,
Next vnto him, but long aloof, in distance next of place,
Doth
Salius pursue, and after him a certain space,
Eurialus the thirde.
And next
Eurialus sir
Helimus ensues, and ioyntly than
Behold he flies, and héele to héele with him
Diores ran,
With elbow next and next, and if the race do long remaine:
Is like to scape them all, or one to leaue in doubtful gaine.
And towards now the latter end they drew, and wery all,
They ranne with panting breathes, whan sodenly did
Nisus fall.
(Vnhappy man) where hefers had ben slaine by chaunce on grasse,
And ground was slypper made by certein blood that shed there was.
There now the gentle lad, (whan conquest proud he had in hande)
His legges he could not hold, nor stombling so, could longer stand,
But groueling flat he fel and in the slime embrewd him vile.
Yet not
Eurialus his fréend, did he forget that while:
For quickly sterting he, sir
Salius way with fote did stop,
That headlong downe in dust he ouerturnid taile and top.
Eurialus than springing skuddid forth, and through his frend,
With ioyful shoutes of men, he gets the chief at races end.
Than
Helimus and now
Diores third in place succéedes.
Ther, whan the lords were set, and eche came forth to claim their méedes:
Sir
Salius before them all, with noise exclaming cried,
And praied his honours dew, that by deceit was him denied.
The peoples fauour helpes
Eurialus, and comely teares,
And vertue found in body fayer the greater grace it beares.
Diores eke, that third in wager was, doth him complaine
What wrong sustaine he must, and al his course hath ron in vaine,
If
Salius, without desert, the first reward shall haue.
Than lord
Aeneas said, you shal not nede to striue nor craue,
Your prises certain ben, shall no man them from order stéere.
Yet let me rue the plight of mine vngilty frend so déere.
He sayd and than a Lyons heauy hyde of combrous fold,
To
Salius he giues, full rough of hear and pawes of gold.
Quoth
Nisus than, if such rewards haue folkes that conquerd be,
And pity shew thou dost to fallinge men, what giftes to me
Shall worthy yelded be? that chiefest prise did first deserue:
Had not enuious fortune me (as
Salius) made to swarue.
And as he talkid thus, his face he shewd with dirt defild,
And body moist of mud. The noble prince on him than smilde,
And bad bring out a sheld, a target great ful coastly wrought,
That by the
Greekes somtime was for a gift to
Neptune brought.
That semely gift he gaue vnto that gentil lad to beare.
Whan courses al was past, and al the gifts dispatched were,
Fighting with bagges or flappes of lether and lead.
Now he that manhood hath, or corage bolde doth beare in brest,
Shew forth himself, and with his armes in thonges let him be drest.
He said, and therwithall he setts rewardes of honours twaine.
A crownyd bull, all clad with gold, shal be the victors gaine,
A sword and sheld to him that beaten is, shall comfort be.
Nor linger long they do, but straight with force full huge to sée,
Aduancyth
Dares furth, with murmour great of men extold,
Alone somtime that durst with
Paris fight in armour bold.
He, in the place where
Hector most of might entombyd lies,
Did ouerthrow sir
Buten, giaunt byg of monstrous sise,
That wrastlyngs all did winne, and
Bebrix linage boasted strong.
Yet
Dares him to death did ouerturne, and layde along.
Such one this
Dares was, and hie on féelde his head he lifts,
And shewes his shulders broad, and to and fro his armes he shifts,
And braggs with boistous brawnes, and with his fists he beats the wind,
A matche for him they séeke, but through them al is non to find,
That durst with
Dares coape, nor ones his slings with fingers touche.
He proud therof, and thinking al mens might to him did couche,
Before
Aeneas féete he stood, and longer nothing staied,
But by the horne in left hand toke the bull, and thus he sayd.
Thou goddesse son, if no man dare come furth to trie with hand,
What end of wayting is? How long am I thus bound to stand?
Let me rewarded be, the
Troians al did crye the same:
And, yéeld vnto the man his promise due they do proclame.
Acestes there, as on a banck by chaunce he next did sit,
With these rebukes of speche
Entellus old at hart he smit.
Entellus, thou somtime of doughty knightes the capteyn chief,
(In vaine) so goodly giftes to lose is it to thée no grief?
How canst thou suffer this? shall from thy side with triall non
These worthy pryses passe? O where is now our maister gon?
Erix our maister good? where is become that gloriouse fame?
That
Sicill land did fill? and spoyles with thée recordes the same,
Within thy halls y
t hange, is it for nought thou knewst that game?
He theronto: it is not sure for feare (you may well thinke)
Nor loue of praise I lacke, nor for no doubt therof I shrinke.
But age me féeble makes, and slouthfull blood congealyd cold,
Hath spent my former force, and dull doth make my carcas old.
If I had now the strength sometime that was, and yet wherwith
This yonglyng proudly braggs, if of those yeres I had the pith:
Not for the prise, nor for the bull, but gladly, and (onpraid)
I wold haue come, for gifts I care not for. Whan he thus said,
He brought before them al, of baggs onweldy, matches twaine,
And threw them down in sight, wherwith somtime in battail plaine
Syr
Erix wonted was to giue combat, and hand to hand
Against all men to striue, and sturdy strokes he did withstand.
Mens hartes astoinid were. Of backs of bulls seuen boistous hides
All vnderlaid with lead, and stif of stéele they stoode besides.
Aboue al other wondrith
Dares most, and doth refuse
Such great onlawfull tooles, or in conflict the same to vse.
Aeneas eke theyr massy wondrous weight, and endles fold,
He vewd with maruell muche, and vp and down full oft he rold.
Than onto him with brest onfaynyd, spake
Entellus old.
What if a man had séene the dredfull baggs, and wepons sore
Of
Hercules him self? in doolefull fight here on this shore?
These tooles thy brother
Erix than did beare, with these he stood
Against syr
Hercules most strong, here yet thou séest the blood,
And braynes that broken were, thou séest how yet they ben enbrewd.
These wepons I somtime (whan better blood my strength endewd)
Was wont in vre to put, whan not as yet enuious age,
Nor head with hoary heares my lusty corage did aswage.
But if this
Troian Dares here, these tooles wil needes refuse:
If so
Aeneas please, and me
Acestes wil excuse:
Let vs be matchid méete. These
Erix baggs I pardon thée.
Cast of thy feare, and thou of
Troian baggs onburdend be.
Thus speaking, from his shulders twain he kest his garments al.
And bare with myghty bones, and mighty ioyntes of membres tall,
And sinows great in sight, among them al he stood full stout.
Than baggs of meaner matche
Aeneas prince him self brought out,
And eche with equall weyght and hands of both, he bound and drest.
Vpright forthwith they stand, and face to face, aduauncing prest,
Their arms to heauen they heaue, & void of fear they throw their slings,
Eche one from others dints their heads ful boistous backward wrings,
And strokes in strokes thei mixe, and hands in hands, and fiers they fight,
That one with lusty leggs, and fresh of youth in shifring light,
The other huge in heyght, and large of limmes, but mouing flowe,
His trembling knees him letts and troblid breath doth panting blowe.
Full many a wound is geuen betwen them twain with leaden lomps,
And many a stroke in vaine, and on theyr rybbs full thyck it thomps.
Theyr sides within thē sounds, & loude their brests w
t bobbings rings,
And styl their armes they stur, about their browes the buffets flynges,
About theyr eares, & crakyng both theyr iawes their weapons swings.
Entellus heauy standes, and in his place onmouid bydes,
With armes and watchyng eyes, and for the strokes defence prouides.
But he, as one, that with some engin worke doth siege a towne,
Or towre or castle strong, and long thereat is beatyng downe,
And this way now, and that way nowe he séekes, and entries all
Assautes with sondry sleyghtes, and faylyth yet to breake the wal.
Entellus rowsing than, his ryghthande bent on hye dyd lyft:
He from the stroke that came, with good foresight and bodye swift
Aduoiding shranck for fear, and from the dint thereof declinde.
Entellus mist his marke, and al his force he lost in wind,
And ouer that, himself, with heauy peyse and heauy sound,
All groueling flat he fell, and with his limmes he spred the ground.
Non otherwise, than whan some auncient oke and ouergrown,
From mountayn top on hie, by vnderminyng down is thrown.
The
Troians rise for ayde, so doth the youth of
Sicill land,
To heauen the cries ascend, and first to him with helpyng hand
Acestes swiftly runnes, and from the ground his freende he takes,
Of equall age, and in his hart for him great mone he makes.
But nothyng slacke for this, nor with his fal one whit affryght,
This valiant knight vpstood, and fiercer yet renewes his fight:
And forceyng preaseth foorth, and wood for wrath his strength vpsteres,
Than shame prouokes his might, and manhood felt of former yeres,
And headlong
Dares down, through all the field, he dashyng dynges,
And now the right hand stroks, and now the left hand sends the slinges,
Nor time, nor rest ther is, but as a stormy shoure of hayle,
On houses ratling falls: so doth this knight with force assayle,
With thondrings thomping thick, and wery
Dares wretch on soyle
With both his armes he bumpes, and vpside down doth tosse and toyle.
Than lord
Aeneas wold no longer wrath shuld in them fret,
Nor more
Entellus bitter mood on rage he wold haue set.
But end of fighting made, and tyeryd
Dares vp dyd take,
And soft with gentill speche in comfort thus to him he spake.
Vnhappy man, what fonde outrage hath thus possest thy minde?
A stronger force than thine, and Gods against thée dost not finde?
Giue place to god, he said, and with his word the batell brake.
Him dragging weake his legges, and to and fro his head did shake,
And casting much at mouth, and cloddrid blood with téeth among,
His trusty mates vptooke, and bare to shyps a way from throng.
And than commaunded came, and sword and helmet did receaue,
And to
Entellus dyd the bull and fame of combat leaue.
Than bragging proud in mynd, and of his bull conceiuyng ioye:
O goddesse son behold, and you (ꝙ he) ye men of
Troy.
What strength in lusty yeares somtime I had now iudge in me,
And from what death your
Dares taken is, now shall you sée.
He spake that word, and right afront before the bull he stood,
That there for gift was set, and vp the slinges with corage good
In righthand marking held, and iust betwene the hornes at ones
He strake, and brake the braines, and al in peces droue the bones.
The beast is ouerthrown, and groueling dead on ground it quakes.
He stamping therupon, wyth feruent mind his praier makes.
This better soule to thée for
Dares death I victor send,
(O
Erix) here of bagges, and al min arte I make an end.
Anon
Aeneas them that list contend with arowes wight,
Shotyng.
For wagers he prouokes, and settes before them giftes in sight.
And from
Sergestus ship aduauncing huge in heyght a mast,
He hanges a pigeon there, and by a cord he made her fast.
A marke for men to shote, and where their darts they shuld direct.
Assembly great ther came, and by theyr lottes they were elect,
In brasen helmet cast, and first of al with ioyfull cryes,
Vnto
Hippocon worthy lad by draught the lot doth rise.
Next whom sir
Mnesteus, that late at seas was victor séene,
Syr
Mnesteus with crown and garlond gay of Olyue gréene.
Eurition was third: (thy brother déere thou noble knight
O
Pandarus, that didst somtime the leage asonder smight,
And first commaunded didst, among the
Greekes thy wepon throwe)
Acestes last of all, and last in helmet lay by lowe.
Him self also with hand, the yong mens game did not disdayne.
Than bending al their bows, their corage great they do constrayne,
And ech to serue him self from quiuer draweth his tooles amaine.
And first from sounding string along by heauen his arow driues
Hippocon lusty lad, and swift therwith the skies he cliues,
It lightes apace, and in the midds the mast it stack and staied.
The trée with trembling shooke, and of the stroke the bird afraied,
Did flickring flushe her winges, and noyse there riseth round about.
Than
Mnesteus his bowe to drawe, forthwith with strength stood out.
And stretching hand aloft, his dart and eye dyd leuell right,
Yet could not he (good man) for all his art the culuer smight.
But hyt the hemping corde, and of the knot the bandes he brast,
Wherby the byrd was bound, and by her fote did hang at mast.
She toke the wind forwith, and to the cloudes full fast she flewe,
And euen that time (as he his bowe and dart directing drewe)
Eurition, and for his brothers help in heauen, he cried:
The byrd he sawe was lose, and sporting her in skies he spied.
Yet markyng well with eies, and stedfast hand, in cloudes aboue,
He quickly brake her play with sodein stroke, and slew the Doue,
That tumblyng down she fell, and in the starres her life she laft,
And dead she came to ground, and in her body brought the shaft.
Acestes than alone, with no desert did yet remayne.
Who nerethelesse his dart to hurle in ayer did him distrayne.
And shewde his former might, and of his bowe to proue the sound,
There sodenly their eyes a wondrous monster did confound,
And token sore of thinges, as afterward the end did teach,
And all to late for nought their fearful songs did prophetes preache.
For as in tender cloudes his arow swift from him did flie,
In sight it caught a fier, and flamyng forth it went in skie.
And wasted thinne in wind, as oftentimes we thinke do slyde,
The fixed starres of heauen, with drowpyng tayles along that glyde.
Astoynid al they stood, and on theyr Gods aboue they prayed,
Sicilians and
Troians both, nor he him self denayed
Aeneas peerelesse prince, to take that same in signe of grace.
But glad with great rewards, he did
Acestes thus embrace.
Most noble father deere, (for by these tokens well I sée,
The mighty kyng of heauen for thy good will doth honour thee,)
Thou shalt haue here a gift of old
Anchises fréend of thine,
A drinkyng bolle of gold, that portraied is with figures fine.
Which vnto him somtime,
Cisseus, great of
Thrace the kyng,
In token gaue of loue, for euermore with him to bryng.
So spake he, and with Laurell greene his temples twayne he tied,
And loude before them all
Acestes victor chief he cried.
Nor good
Eurition did his preferment ought enuie,
Though he alone it were, that brought agayne the byrde from skie.
Aduaunced next with giftes was he that cord a sonder brast,
And last of all was he that with his arow strake the mast.
Than lorde
Aeneas, ere these matches all dissolued were,
Epitides to him,
Ascanius mate and kéeper there,
He calde, and roundyng thus to him he spake in secret eare.
Go bid
Ascanius (if by this time he the childerns crue
Assembled hath with him, and horses put in order due)
Before his graunsire here let him bring out his bandes in rowe,
For worship of this feast, and let him self in armour showe.
Dispatche (ꝙ he) with spéede, the people than he bids deuide,
And broader spreade them selues, and made a lane both longe and wide,
Than come the childern foorth, and proude before their parents sight
In order séemely shyne, on barbed coursers brideled bright,
Whom for their fresh aray, and comly marchyng through the felde,
The youth of
Sicill land, and
Troians all with ioy behelde.
Eche one as was their gyse, with rounded hear, and garlond bandes,
And horny dartes a payer, with poynted stéele they bare in hands,
With quiuers light at backes and down their breasts in diuers folde,
About their gorgets runnes, the rollyng cheines of wreathed golde.
Thrée bandes of horsemen were, and capteyns thrée their bands did gide,
And rankes of riders three, and childern twelue on euery side
In glisteryng armour went, with maisters like and equall peeres,
One ward of stronger youth, whom trimme triumphant fearce of yéeres,
Did
Priam yong conduct (thy noble childe
Polites tall,
That of his gransirs name encrease
Italians shortly shall.)
A valiant steede him bare, bespotted whyte, of kinde of
Thrace,
And white his fote before, and lifting white his loftly face.
Another trowpe the was, that litle
Atis giding lad,
The litle
Atis, whom
Ascanius smal for darling had.
From whence the line at
Rome of
Atis name doth now procéede.
Than last of all, and most of beauty bright, and precious wéede,
Ascanius himself on palfray gorgeous borne aboue,
Whom vnto him somtime Quéene
Dido gaue for pledge of loue.
The rest of youth, and such as were of old
Acestes trayne:
On horses fayer they rode.
The
Troians them did chere, and did receyue with wondrous ioye,
And in theyr minds conceyue resemblaunce old of former
Troy.
Whan mustrid all they had, and all the feeld had compast round,
And vewd
Anchises tombe, they ioynyd al on equall ground,
Epitides to them with noyse and whipping gaue a sound.
They courfing brake theyr bands, and thrée from thrée disseuered all.
By matches half from half, and fast agayn they turne at cal,
With wepons brest, to breast and compas round returning met,
By coursings byckring braue, and race with race entangling let,
Inuading skyrmishe wise, and lyke the face of battall fight.
And now retyre they done, now shew theyr backs in signe of flight.
Now turning throw their darts, now truce they make with hand in hand.
Like
Labirinthus maze, that men report in
Candi land,
Is compast déepe in ground with sondry walls, and crokings blind,
And thousand wandring wayes, and entries false for men to find,
Where tokens non there be, nor skape can non that steppes astray,
Such turnings them begiles, and so deceytful is their way.
Non otherwise, the
Troian youth by coursings round about,
Disporting chace them selfs, and windyngs weaue both in and out.
Lyke Dolphin fishes light, that for theyr pastyme daunsing swimme,
In middes of depest seas, and play them selues on water brimme.
Thys kind of pastime fyrst, and custome boyes to learne at Baase,
How play of Baase come vp.
Ascanius whan
Alba walls he made, dyd bryng in place.
And taught the
Latines old, in solempne sorte to vse the same,
As he sometime a child, with
Troian youth had made that game.
The
Albans than from thence with practise lyke theyr children taught,
And thens hath perelesse
Rome and most of might, that custome caught.
And for theyr contreys loue, with honor due this day it standes,
And yet the name remaynes of
Troyan boyes, and
Troian bandes.
Thusfarfurth worshipt was, his father déere with seruice due.
There fortune false to trust, did turne their case with chaunges newe.
For, as about
Anchises tombe with playes the time they spent:
Dame
Iuno down from heauen the
Rainbowe read her seruant sent,
A new vexation by
Inno.
Reuoluing former grief, and rancours old not yet from mind,
Against the
Troian fléete, and as she went she gaue her wind.
She swiftly bent her bowe, and through the clouds with thousand hewes,
Full virginlike she falles, her new deuise onknown, to vse.
A huge concourse she seeth, and compas wide she vews the strandes,
How bare the hauons are left, and nauy dry defenceles stands.
But secret by them selfs, the
Troyan wiues assembly kept,
And for
Anchises losse lamenting sore they stode and wept.
Beholding broad the seas: alas, alas, O wretches we,
So much of boistous waues remaines vs yet that wery be?
A towne to dwell they craue, and of the seas abhorre the payne,
Eche one to other wayles, and all with one voice do complayne.
Dame
Rainbowe subtile there, amidds them all her self did place,
Her garmentes gay she left, and laid a side her goddesse face,
And of
Doriclus wife the likenes toke, a sober dame,
That sometime great renown, and children bare of noble fame,
And
Beroe was cald, and thus to them she did proclame.
O women misers most, whom hands of
Greekes wold neuer kyll,
O cursid nation, whan of thée shall fortune haue her fill?
What death, or mischief more are wée thus kept to bide at last?
Sins
Troy vproted was, now sommers seuen are comen and past,
That we through seas and lands, and contreys all (the world besyde)
To straungy starres of heauen, and endles streames wée wander wide,
In séeking land that fléeth, and wée alway with surges tost.
Here is our contrey ground, here dwelles
Acestes déere our host.
Why shuld wée hence remoue? who lets vs here our walls to bilde?
O former natiue soyle, O contrey gods (in vaine exilde)
Shall neuer
Troy vpryse? shall citie
Troian neuer be?
Those
Hectors holsome streames shall I from henceforth neuer sée?
Come on (good wiues) come burne with me these ships of luck vnkind.
For so
Cassandra through my dreame apéering did me bind.
And gaue me burning brondes, séeke here (ꝙ she) your
Troian walls,
Here lieth your contrey rest, this is the time that fortune calls,
What néede wée longer looke? lo
Neptunes altars foure on fier,
Lo god himself (you sée) with minds and might doth vs enspier.
Thus talkid she, and with a brond in hand ful fierce she sprang,
With (whirling loof aloft) against the fléete the same she flang.
The rest amasyd were, their hartes astoinid stood with rage.
Than one among them all, dame
Pirgo matrone most of age,
King
Priams nurse that was, and princely children vp did reare:
Not
Beroe (ꝙ she) this woman is, you wiues I sweare,
Nor neighbor none of ours, behold what beauty bright deuine,
What liuely sprite she beares, and marke me wel her glistring eyen,
Her loke, her sounding voice, and of her pace the great estate.
I left dame
Beroe my selfe at home ful sicke but late.
Full sicke lamenting sore that she her self from vs alone,
This day must absent be, and yeld
Anchises worship none.
This spoken:
Therwith the matrons first, with wauering minds began to dout.
And with peruersid eies beheld the nauy round about.
And what betwene the loue of present land, and present rest,
And fame of fatall realmes: they wot not which of them is best.
Whan lifting vp her self to clouds aboue with equall wings,
In flight before them all, with bowe ful broad the goddesse springs.
Than verily with monsters wild affright, and mad for yre,
They cry to burne their ships, and from their tentes they reaue the fire.
Som spoile their altar piles, and burning bows, and slicks, and brandes,
Abourd the ships they spréede, vpleapith flame with loosid bandes,
On hatches, decks, and ores, and plancks anoyntid thicke on sides.
Vnto
Anchises tombe,
Eumelus post with panting rides,
And shews the shipps are brent, and they them selues beholding spie,
The sparcklings rising broad, and blustring smoke to sprede in skie.
And first
Ascanius as coursings still he kept and plaied,
He toke the campe in hast, that with vprore was all dismayed,
Nor for their liues his maisters him could hold, or backeward send,
What sodeyn rage is this? where now (ꝙ he)? what do ye entend?
O neyghbors, wretched wiues, your enmies host you haue not here,
This is no
Greek is he campe, you burn your own relief most dere.
Lo I
Ascanius your owne, and to the ground his helmet kest,
Wherwith in bataill playes, he for disport that time was drest.
Aeneas eke with hast, and
Troians, all therto them sped.
But stragling diuers wayes, through al the shores the women fled,
To woods, and mountayn caues, and holes of rocks they miching ronne,
And créeping hide them selfs, repenting foule theyr worke begonne.
Abhorring sight of heauen, and on theyr fréends they thinke and quake,
With better chaunge of mind, and from their brest dame
Iuno shake.
But not therfore the flames, nor burning rage the lesser spréedes,
But catching still encrease, it more and more preuailing bréedes.
And spitting spewes a smoke, whom vapor wild of pitche and towe,
And dropping timber féedes, and mischief close in kéele doth growe,
Nor might of men can helpe, nor water floodes that on they throwe.
Aeneas from his shulders than his garments tearing brast,
And calde his gods for helpe, and broad to heauen his hands did cast.
Almighty
Ioue, if not as yet all
Troians from thy mind
Reiected ben to death, if seruice old of poore mankynd
Not vtterly be lost: now saue these ships from burning fier.
Good father now, preserue these
Troyan goodes, and small desier,
Or thou thy self (which one thing yet remaynes) with lightning fell
Here whelme me down to death, if I deserue, and dryue to hell.
Skant spoken wer these words: whan ratling storme not sene before,
And raine downraging falls, and thonders thick doth rombling rore,
That tremblith hills and fields, down rolle the skies in gushing shoures,
And troublous water streames from al the heauen the tempest powres.
That ships therwith are fyld, and burning bourds are quenchid quite,
And still descending driues, and on the fléete with force doth smyte,
Tyll smoke was ceassyd al, and all the ships from plage was kept.
So sauid al they were (by gift of god) but foure except.
But lord
Aeneas whom this great mischaunce did pinche at brest,
With heaps, of hugy cares, now this, now that, was sore opprest,
Reuoluing much in mind, shuld he remayn in
Sicill lend:
Forgetting destnies al, or still go seke
Italia strond.
Than father
Nautes old, whom goddesse
Pallas learnid had,
With artes of worship great, and famous name of wisdom sad:
These answers him did tell, which either gods eternall yre,
Or fatel destnies wrought, or fortunes course did so requyre,
And thus with fréendly speche
Aeneas mind he set on fire.
O goddesse son, where destnies drawes and driues let vs go there,
What euer it is, who conquer fortune wil, must fortune beare.
Thou hast
Acestes here, of
Troyan blood and stocke deuine,
His counsell take to thée, and ioyne with him aduise of thine.
And leaue with him those people which thy ships can not receyue,
And such as of thy great affaires no corrage doth conceyue,
Both aged feble folks, and wiues of seas that wery be,
And all that feareful is, or weake of strength shuld comber thée,
Let them be chosen furth, and here on gods name citie frame,
And of
Acestes name,
Acesta they shal call the same.
Incensyd so by this (for from his fréend this councell past)
Than verily from care to care his mynd discoursyd fast.
And night with darknes dymme, the poles of heauen had vndercast.
That time his fathers face descendyng down, in vision cléere,
From heauen appering came, and sodenly thus did him chéere.
My son, more déere to me than life sometime, whan life I had,
My son, whose vertues
Troy doth trye, by destnies good and bad,
Commaunded here I come, from mighty
Ioue in skies aboue,
That comfort sent at last, and from the fléete did fire remoue.
Obey the counsells good, which faithfull
Nautes the hath told,
And for
Italia land, pike out a youth of corage bold,
To take with the to seas: an eger nation féers and tough
Thou hast to vainquish there, and must subdue in batailes rough.
Yet first
Auerna caue, and vnder grownd the dwellings grimme,
Of
Lymbo must thou sée, and dangers passe of darknes dymme.
And thens ascend to me, for I (my son) am not in hell:
Nor with no wickid kind of wofull ghostes haue I to dwell.
But fieldes of pleasur pure, and
Paradise, doth me retayne,
With ioyfull sort of soules, in blisfull state that do remayne.
There
Sibly pure, by offryngs black of beastes shal thée conduct,
And there thine ofspring al, and fortunes al I shal thée instruct.
And now farewel, for midnight moist her half cours hens doth wrethe,
And dawning day with blast of horses, hote on me doth breathe.
Sprites can not abide the da
[...] light.
He spake, and thinne from sight as smoke, in skies disperst he styed.
What now: where gost away? why dost thou shrynke?
Aeneas cried.
Whom fléest thou thus? or who from swéete embracings vs withstādes?
Thus talked he, and from the dust he steres the stéepinge brandes.
And
Troian sacred fier of Gods that euermore doth dure,
And offrid simple floure, and frankinsens, in plenty pure:
Strayt for his mates he calld, and first onto
Acestes old
Commandments great of
Ioue, and what his father déere had told,
He shewes before them all, and wher vnto his mind enclines.
Nor counsel long they make, nor good
Acestes ought repines.
A towne they measur furth, and wines and people there they plant
Of baser hartes, deseruing worship small, for corage skant.
Them selfes their ships repare, and burnid bourdes anew restores,
And cables méete they make, and shrowdes and sayles, & strength of ores.
A youth of number few, but liuely bluddes in batayll tough.
Therwhiles,
Aeneas did the cities plat describe with plough,
And houses laid by lot, here
Ilion toures: here gates of
Troy
He sets: and of his kingdome new
Acestes maketh ioy.
And market place he made, and lawes he taught and iudges gaue
Than large and broad in sight right nere the starres, a temple graue
To
Venus founded is, in hiest place, and priest deuine
To serue
Anchises tombe, and sacred groue theron to shine.
And now nine dayes this people feasted had, and altars all
Applied with offringes due, and sunne had made the sea to fall,
And sound of pipling wind, eftsones to déepe their shipps doth cal:
A wondrous wéeping noise through al the shores is reisyd wide,
And all that night and day they tween themselues embracing byde.
The matrones now themselues that of the seas were earst affraied,
And dowted labours long, and of their strength dispairing staied,
Now gladly go they will, and trauailes al susteine at seas.
Whom good
Aeneas did his best with frendly spéeche to apeas,
And wéeping did commend vnto
Acest his kinsman déere.
Thrée Calues to
Erix than, and to the stormes a lambe ful cléere,
He biddes for offring kill: and cables loose through al the strandes.
Him self with garland freshe, and crownet gréene of Oliue bandes,
Aduauncing stood in ship, and bolle in hand he held on hie,
And flesh in fludds he threw, and wines in plentie kest in skie.
Behind them blowes a coole, and wind at wil them furth doth driue,
His mates thei skomme the fome, and saltsea brine to turne they striue.
But
Venus in this while, whom care for
Troians sore did straine,
To
Neptune straight she came, and thus to him began to plaine.
The gréeuous wrath of
Iunos brest, whom no reuenge can slake,
Compells me
(Neptune) now to thée, all humble sute to make,
Whom neither length of time, nor pity non, from rancor staies,
Nor destnies order non, nor
Ioue him self one whit she waies.
She thinks it not ynough the
Troyans town to haue down torne,
And all their last remaine with turmentes long almost forlorne,
The bones and pouder poore she persecutes, and all their broode
She wold destroy, let her declare one cause of such a moode,
Thy self can record beare, how in the waues of
Lyby coast,
What wild vprore she made, and seas and skies turmoyling tost.
With stormes of
Aeolus her fréend, and all with labour vaine:
So bold within thy kingdomes thus to do.
O vile despite, lo yet of late how
Troyan wiues in fume
She made their ships to burne, and foule their nauy to consume,
And leaue their kinred there, in contrey straunge onknown to bide.
There is no more, but let vs now (I pray thée) saufly ride
In sailing through thy seas, let vs arriue where
Tyber flowes,
If graunted things I are, if destnies vs those kingdomes showes.
Than spake
Neptune, that hie seas doth control with lordly browes
Good reason
Venus is, that in my kingdomes thou be bold,
From whence thy linage leades, I haue deseruid eke of old.
Full oftentimes ere this, both seas and skies vnkindly rage
I bridling couchid haue, and madnes wood did oft aswage.
Nor lesse my care on land, as al the streames of
Troy can tell,
Was for
Aeneas thine, whan fierce
Achilles did compell
His throngs in field to fal, whan thousands thick down tombling dead
He vnder
Troyan walls with slaughter wood did trampling tread.
That brokes and riuers cried, whan peoples heaps their chanels fild,
Nor fall to seas they could, nor find their waies for bodies kilde.
I from
Achilles than,
Aeneas thine, full sore beslad
In fight, (that neither force with him nor goddes indiffrent had)
Conueid away by cloude, whan péece from péece I wolde haue torne.
(Min own handworck that was) the walls of
Troy so fals forsworne.
And now also that mind with me remaines: cast of thy dréede,
In hauons where thou dost wishe he shal ariue right saufe with spéede.
One only man shall be, whom lost in déepe seas he shall séeke,
One poll shal walke for all.
Whan he the goddesse brest with speaking thus had put from care,
As prince his horses proud he cupling set and bound in chare,
With fomy bridlyng bittes, and lowsing gaue them al the raines,
Full smoth his charet slides, and blew sea brim it skantly straynes.
Down sinck the surging waues, and great sea swolne in thondry skies,
Doth couche their waters close, from al the heauen the ratches flies.
Than sondry fourmes and faces shew them selfes, onweldy whales,
And mossy
Glaucus grey, and mankinde monsters voyd of skales,
And
Pollantines, and armies broade of seales, and Dolphins blew,
And
Tritons blowe theyr Trumpes y
• sounds in seas w
t dropping flew.
Dame
Thetis lefthand keepes, and daunce doth leade of Mermaydes all,
And Ladyes bright, that leapyng liues in seas with bodies tall.
There lorde
Aeneas secret minde a sodeyn ioy did fetche,
He bids them reyse theyr Mastes, and all theyr sayles abroad to stretche.
Together to theyr tacles all they step, and slackyng lines,
To Larbourd now they set, and now to Starbourd sayles enclines,
And halyng hoyse theyr wings, that shrowdes & hookes & bowlines bends
And swift in seas they swim,
Palinure his principal pylot.
the wynds them selues their nauy sends.
As prince and pilot chief, syr
Palinure his course doth beare,
Before them all, and eche to marke at him commaunded were.
And now from heauen the drowpyng night her mid course nere had past,
And folkes in slumber swéete, theyr wery limmes on rest had cast:
And Mariners had layd them selues on hatches hard of barres:
Whan lightyng swift, from skies, the God of steape did fall from starres,
And brake the darcke of night, with glimsyng shade of fayned beames.
To thée (O
Palinure) and brought to thée right heauy dreames,
Without desert, and on the puppe full hie his seate did take,
Resemblyng
Phorbas face, and vnto him these wordes he spake.
Fréend
Palinure, lo how the tydes themselues conueys the fléete,
This gale by measure blowes: an houre of rest to take is méete.
Lay downe thy head, and steale thy painfull eyes one nap of fléepe,
I will for thée my self supplie thy rowme thy helme to kéepe.
Whom aunswerd
Palinure, skant liftyng eyes for slumber déepe:
Know, I not yet my seas? what? thinkst thou me so small of wit?
To trust this fawnyng face? shall I my lorde and prince commit,
To this inconstant beast? should I beléeue that monster wilde?
So oft as I with flattring seas, and skyes haue ben begylde?
Such thyngs he spake, and holding hard at helme he cleauid fast,
And still dyd serue the streames, and styll on starres his eyes did cast.
Behold, the God on hym a broppyng braunche of
Lymbo pyt
With deadly sléepyng dewe, on both his temples dashyng smyt.
And struggling to resist, his swymmyng eyes with sléepe opprest.
Skant first resoluyd were his wéery lymmes with sodeyn rest,
And leanyng noddyd lowe: whan half the puppe with hym he drew,
And rother, helme, and all, in myddes of seas he fallyng threw
Quyte hedlong ouer bourd, and callyng oft his mates in vayne.
The God than toke his winges, and thinne in wind he went agayne.
Yet nerethelesse therfore, with sauf conduct theyr fléete did pas,
And carelesse ronnes theyr course, as god
Neptunus promise was.
And now they entring were the straytes,
Sirenes rockes that hight,
A parlous place sometime, and yet with bones of people whight.
Than breaking broad the fludds, the saltsea stones ful hoarce did sound,
Whan lord
Aeneas felt his ship to stray and mayster dround.
And toke himselfe the giding than therof in seas by night,
Lamenting much in mind his fréends mischaunce and heauy plight,
O
Palinure, that flattring seas and skies to much didst trust,
All nakid on some strangy sand onburied lye thou must.
DEO GRATIAS.
Per Thomam Phaer,
in foresta Kilgerran,
finitum iiii. Maii. Anno. 1557. post periculum eius karmerdini. Opus xxiiii. dierum.
¶ The syxt booke of the Aeneidos of Ʋirgil.
The Argument.
¶ When
Aeneas was come to
Cumas, he went vnto
Sibyllas den, where doyng sacrafice accordyng to the custome: he asketh counsel at the Oracle of
Apollo, and there learneth both the dangers at hand, and the successe of future warres.
Misenus body which he found on the shoare he burneth, his furniture, and his spoyles he burieth vnder the next hill, which therof was called
Misenus. From thence, by direction of Dooues, he was braught to the golden boughe, which beyng gathered, and hauyng appeased, & worshipped the infernall gods with slayne sacrafice: by conduct of
sibylla he goeth downe to hell, through the mouth of
Auernus. He findeth
Palinurus wandryng about the lake of
STYX, bycause his body was vnburied, and when
sibylla had refused to take him ouer vnto the farther shore, which he requested:
Aeneas putteth him in good cō fort w
t exequies, and hope of honorable buriall. Frō thence
Aeneas passynge ouer
styx, and castyng
Cerberus in a sleape with a medcined soppe, takynge his iourney through the place of Infantes, and of such as were wrongfully condemned, and put to death vndeseruedly: he cometh vnto the seats of those, that through impaciencie of loue, had shortned their owne dayes, where espying
Dido, when he would haue purged him self vnto her: disdaynfully she auoyded his sight. Then departyng thence, he came to the habitation of those that were somtime famous in warre, where he saw
Deiphobus torne, and rent with many wounds, and is there by him enformed by what cruell and shamfull meanes he came to his death. Afterward, leauynge
Tartarus on the left hand, and beyng by
sibylla instructed in the punishments of the wicked: he approcheth nigh the walles of
Pluto, and there sticketh vp the golden bough euen in the Queenes entrie, and from thence he proceedeth to the fields of the blessed, and is by
Musaeus braught vnto his father. There
Anchises declareth vnto his sonne
AENEAS the order, and succession of the
Albane, and
Romane kynges, and runnyng ouer the names of certen of the
Romane nobilitie: cometh to the commendation of
Iulius, and
Augustus Caesars, and wonderfully extolleth
Marcellus the sonne of
Octauia, who was sodenly cut of by vntimely drath. Then goyng forth out of the Iuery gate vpon the earth: visiteth his mates, and leauyng
Cumas, sayleth to
Caiera.
SO talkyd he with teares,
Here he cō meth to
Italy at
Cumas.
and to his fléete he gaue the raines.
And at the last on
Cumas coast
Italia land attaines.
Their foreships al from seabourd thā they turne, and ankers
Thei pitching laid a lād, and al the crokid shores along (strōg
Their ships in order set, out leapes the youth with long desier
To tread
Italia land, some séeke for séedes of lurking fier
In secret vaines of flints, some breake the bedds of beastes onkind,
And reauing spoil their dennes, some shew what woods,
He visites the tēple of
Apollo at
Cumas wher
sibilla that tyme did prophe cie.
Dedalus made the temple at
Cumas Diuers histories grauē vpō the walles. Citie of
Athenes. Pasiphae wife to king
Minos of
Candy. A monster half man, half bull.
what floodes thei find.
But good
Aeneas to
Apollos church, and temple towres,
He went to séeke the secret caue of
Siblies dréedfull bowres.
A vaute of widenes wast, where mighty sprite, and mighty mind
Apollo her inspires, that al thing knowes in secret kind.
And things that fatal ben he doth to her ful broad vnfold.
And now the sacrid groues they sée, and houses bright of gold.
By old report whan
Dedalus from
Minos kingdome fled,
With bold attempt of wings he toke the skies hie ouerhead.
And Northward fast he slew, a passage straunge vnséen before,
And lighting down at last, he stood a land on
Cumas shore.
There he ariuid first, and there (O
Phoebus bright to thée)
Did consecrate his wings, and made a temple huge to sée.
Vpon the dores
Androgeos death there stands, than yere by yere
How
Athens was compeld, (a wretchid thing), their children dere
By couples seuen and seuen, both sonnes, and doughters bound in bandes,
To send to slaughter vile, the pot with lotts there redy standes.
Right theragainst in seas doth
Candy kingdoms answer ful.
There
Pasiphae was made, and next to her there stood the bull
With tokens foule of loue, and how by stelth, in metall thinne
She vnderlay that beast, with stinking lust of lothsome sinne.
And
Minotaure there was, the mongrell vile of mixed kind,
Inclosid kept in maze, where issue non there was to find.
There lay the labour sore, and wandring house of endles wayes,
In corners croking darke, a wofull worke for them that straies.
But
Dedalus, that pitie did the Quéenes outragious loue,
Him self the craft did teache, and dangers all he did remoue,
Icarus son to
Dedalus slew from
Candy with his father and was drowned by the way in the sea,
By giding through the darke her passage blind by threde full fine.
And thou O
Icarus also among those workes deuine
Hadst had no slender part, if sorowes him not letted had.
Two times in shining goold, thy drowing fall with hart full sad
Thy father there beganne, and twise his hands for fainting fell.
These stories old, and things of former fame right long to tell
They shuld haue ouervewd, whan (sent of purpose there before)
Achates did returne, and brought the priest with head full hoare,
That seruid
Phoebus church,
now called therof mare
Icarium.
and did
Dianas offrings make,
And
Deiphebe she hight, and to the king these woordes she spake.
This time requirith not with gasing thus to linger there.
Now hefers seuen to kill, to serue the gods more wisdom were.
And seuen of chosen shéepe (as custome is) you shuld haue brought.
These things she spake, and they furtwith her iust commaundment wrought.
Discriptiō of
siblies caue in the tē ple & how she prophecied at certaine houres by fittes. The sayd caue yet remains.
Than she the
Troian lords into the temple gorgeous calles.
A caue there is, cut out in rock, euen through the temple walles,
Both huge and broad at mouth, a hundred vautes, a hundred doores,
A hundred roarings sound, whan
Siblies answers beates the floores.
Before the same they stood, whan she the virgin close within,
Diskried her self and spake. Now doth (ꝙ she) my tyme begin
To learne at god, lo here comes god. As she thus babling prates,
All sodenly, with faces more than one, before the gates,
And colours more than one, disfigurid wild she stood in traunce.
Her hear vpsterting stands, her trembling brest doth panting praunse.
Her hart outraging swells, nor mortallyke she lokes at last:
Aboue mankind she speakes, whan of the god she felt the blast
No grace without prayer.
In sprite approching néere. And standst thou still, and dost not pray?
Thou
Troian thou? (ꝙ she) and standst thou still? shall not this day
One doore disclose it self tyl prayer come. Whan she thus sayd,
She silence made: than quaking cold in
Troyans limmes affrayd
Did ron through al their bones,
Aeneas oration to
Phoe bus and to
siblye.
and thus their king ful humbly prayd.
O
Phoebus, whom the painefull toyles of
Troy did euer greue,
Thou that sir
Paris hand and dart (poore
Troyans to releue)
Directing didst conduct, and gauest
Achilles mortall wound,
Thus many mighty seas that mighty lands encompas round
I entryd haue by thée, through nations wilde, and parlous strands,
Through coasts of mountayn
Moores, and contreys close of
Sirtes sands.
And now
Italia shore (alwayes that shrancke) we touche at last.
Thus farfurth now haue we through dangers al our fortune past.
And you also your indignations great is time to end,
You gods and goddesses eche one, whom
Troy did ought offend
With glory great of pryde, eke thou, (O sacred prophet trewe)
That fortunes dost forsée, (I aske nothing but kingdoms due
That destny doth me giue),
Italia land let vs enioye,
Our wandring gods to place, and relikes déere outcast of
Troye.
Than I, to
Phoebus cléere and to
Diana, temples pure
Of marble stone shal make,
This was accomplished afterward, & in
rome there were x. interpreters of
siblies bokes, called decem viri
sibillini, with a college of the same.
sibil reststed til the sprite compelled her.
and feasts that euermore shall dure.
Rewardes also to thée, and offrings great for thée shall stand
Within my kingdoms all, and I my self shall out of hand
Enrolle thy sacryd lotts, and dities, déere of holy rymes.
My people them shal learne, and chosen men at standing times
Shall consecratid be, thy mighty mind that shall expound.
Do thou this time thy self thy verses speake with perfit sound.
Nor write no line in leaues, lest whirling wind therwith may play,
Confounding then from course, and lest in skies they fly their way.
He endid thus. Speake thou (ꝙ he) thy self I humbly pray.
But wrastling wild as yet, against the god in thentry large
Dame
Sibly mombling made, and strugling strong withstode the charge,
If haply so she might the gods enforcing shake from brest:
But he preuailing stil, with more and more her sprite oprest.
Her hart, her raging mouth, he taming stayed and fixed fast.
And now along the caue, a hundred dores were open brast
Of proper strength, and through the vaute these answers out she cast.
O thou that dangers great of seas at last hast skapid all,
But greater things on land remaines for thée. The
Troyans shall
To
Lauin kingdom come,
siblies voyce.
cast from thy brest that point of feare.
But sone repent they shal, and curse the time that brought them there.
Repent right sone they shal: wars, dredful warrs vprising growes,
And
Tyber flood I see, with fomy blood how thick it flowes.
Eft sones of
Troyan streames nor
Greekish campes thou shalt not faile,
And in
Italia thée a new
Achilles shal assail,
That borne of goddesse is, nor from the
Troyans Iuno stout
Shal one where absent be, whan thou at néede extreme for dout,
What nations of
Italya land shalbe? what cities great?
That thou that time for aide with humble sute shalt not entreat?
The cause of all this wo, shall be a wife of forayne line.
A forain spouse yet ones ageyn to
Troyans.
Yet for these mischiefes all do thou not shrink, but bolder prease,
Where thée thy fortune leads, thy chiefest helth and cause of peace,
(Where least thou dost sespect) shal from a
Greekish town apéere.
These words did
Sibly speake, and rapt with spright in caue oncléere,
Her compas crokyd songes, and doubtful rimes she belwing soundes,
Inuoluing truth in darck, such bridling bittes and rauing boundes
Trueth in darkenes.
Apollo giues his préest, and close to preache he prickes her brest.
Whan first her pattring mouth and raging limmes were left at rest,
Aeneas prince began. No trauail new this is to me
O virgin pure, nor face of labour non vnfelt I sée.
All this I do conceiue, and in my mind considrid late.
One thing I shal desire, (for here men say beginnes the gate
Of great infernall king, and darcksome floodes by hell that fléete)
Giue licens me to go to séeke and see my father swéete.
Vouchsaue to gide my way, and holy dores do open make.
Him I from thousands swordes, and burning flames away did take.
These shulders, euen these shulders, through the foes did bring him out,
He passage toke with me, with me al streames and lende about,
And threatnings all of seas and tempestes all with wery payne,
Aboue his age and strength, onwéeldy man, he did sustaine.
And now that I this time before thy dore so méekely pray:
He me commaunded thus. Haue pity now of both vs tway
O sacred virgin pure (for thou maist all) nor here in vaine
Diana thée hath set, on
Lymbo woodes to rule and raine.
If
Orpheus obteynid ones his wife from vnder ground:
By singing swéete at harp, and striking stringes of plesant sound:
If
Pollux did his brothers death redéeme with his exchaunge,
And went and came so oft, what shuld I talke of
Theseus straunge?
Or strongest
Hercules? my selfe from hie
Ioue to discend.
An easy way to hel.
These thinges he talked thus, and fast he held the altars end.
Than prophet
Sibly said. O borne of blood of heauenly kind,
Thou
Troian duke, the way that leades to hel is light to find
Both nightes and daies, the dore of
Limbo black doth open gape.
But backward vp to clime, and frée to skies eftsones to skape,
There worck, there labour is: few men whom equall
Ioue did loue,
Or vertue percing al, did to the starres aduaunce aboue,
Could worck so great a worck that midwaies al ar compast wide
For he must neuer theles afterward. She apoints him first to the golden tree wherby is signified wisedome that ouercometh al things.
With desertes darck of woods, and slimy flood ful black doth slide.
But if so great desier, such feruent loue thou hast in mind,
Two times to loke on hell, two times to swim those lakes onkind,
If pleasour ought there be, this frantike toyle to lake on thée:
These things first must thou do. In shadowes great there lurks a trée,
With golden cropps and bows, with leaues and braūches smothe of gold:
Which to
Diana déepe, infernal Quéene, is sacred hold.
This trée hath euery wood, and dark in vales doth hide with shade.
But no man breathing life can vnder ground haue power to trade,
Til from those goldilocks of bows he brings one braunche deuine,
Which to her self for chief reward
Diana doth assigne.
Whan one bough broken is, another springs as fresh in sight
Of gold, and twigges are euer like, with buddes of metall bright.
Seke out therfore with spede, and whan thou duely hast it spied,
Lay thou theron thy hand, for willingly with eas, onwried
It self it shal releas, if dest nies thée therto do call:
For otherwise not breake it wil, for strength, nor wepons all.
Moreouer, now thy fréend deceassyd lieth with corps on ground,
Alas vnware thou art, and al thy fléete he doth confound,
While here thou harkning standst, and councels great of God dost craue.
Him first go bring to earth, and giue to him his worthy graue.
And slaughters black of beastes for sinnes redemption sée thou leade.
So maist thou
Limbo woods, where breathing man may neuer tread,
Behold at last, (ꝙ she.) With that, her mouth she stopping staied.
Aeneas mourninge went, with fixed eies on ground dismaied.
And leauing thus the caue,
He found his trōpettour
Misenus dead on the land.
these fortunes hard and chaunces blind
He pondring did reuolue, so did with him
Achates kind,
And ioyntly step by step with equal cares they walking went.
Much talk betwéen them twain of sondry things they speaking spent,
What frend dame
Sibly means, what corps it is they shuld entiere.
But whan to shore they came, onware on sand approching néere,
Misenus staine they sée with giltles death, their frend ful déere.
Misenus trompet sounder chief, whose nobler neuer was,
In kindling men with noise, and fighting fieldes to chéere with bras.
Somtime sir mighty
Hectors mate he was, to
Hector strong
With trompet bold and speare he corage gaue in battail throng.
But whan that him from life
Achilles victor spoilid had,
Vnto
Aeneas Troian prince this vailiant captain sad
Did place him self as péere, and nothing worse his chaunce he drew.
But than (as mischief was) while brasen trompe he swimming blew
For pride, and calling to compare the Gods of seas did greue:
Triton a fishe with a trōpet did drown.
Misenus in the sea for spite,
Him
Triton toke for spite (if men may beldly this beleue)
And dragd him through the rockes, and depe in seas his enmy drownd.
The
Troyans than with noise his body dead encompast round,
And good
Aeneas chief, than to a complish
Siblies charge,
No longer time thei take, but wéeping fast an altar large
They lade with timber logges, and hie to heauen a pile they bilde.
Into a forest old they gon, and hauntes of beastes vnmilde,
Down tombling crake the trées, vprisith sounde of axes strokes,
Both holmes, and beches broad, and beames of ashe, and shides of okes,
Wich wedges great they clyue, and mountain elmes with leauers rolle.
Aeneas eke their work with corage kindling did controlle.
And tooles in hand he toke, and formost man amongst then wrought.
Yet heauines in hart he bare, and often thus he thought,
If now this golden braunche wil through this forest thick apéere,
Than verily right true it is (as al things ells ben cléere)
And too too true (alas) of thée she spake
Misenus déere.
Skant spoken were these words, whan culuers twain by chaunce in sight
Came ouerhead in skies before his face, and down they light,
And softly sat on ground, he knew forthwith his mothers burdes
Aeneas mighty prince,
Doues are
Venus birds for their encreas.
and thus he praied in silent wurdes.
O, be my gides (if any way there be) and through these glades
Direct me to the place where fertill soile in darcksome shades
Doth beare this golden braunche, and thou O mother great, I pray
Now faill me not at néede. Thus speking stil himself did stay,
Beholding brim those byrds, and how they rise, and where they flie.
They feding there a while amounted furth, and went in skie.
Mysteltew callyd of some misteldē growyng on trees in winter with a yelowe slimy bery clammy lyke bird lyme, it cometh by donging of birdes on the tres.
So far as eyes of man could them pursue, or marke could make.
Than whan against
Auerna mouth they came, (that stinking lake)
They lyft them selfes aloft, and through the tender aier they slyde
And falling down at last, they toke theyr trée, and there did bide,
Where glistring braunches shewes of sondry glossid shining gold.
None otherwise, than misteltewe on woods in winter cold
Renewes his bushes gréene, whom tronck of trée did neuer bréede,
But saffronfrutid bows the stubbes therof doth ouerspréede,
So from the trée the golden braunche did shewe, such was the kind,
So wauering soft it wagde, and tincling swéete it made in wind.
Aeneas at it straight, and caught a crop with much ado.
And glad with comfort great, dame
Siblies house he brought it to.
Nor nothing lesse this while, the
Troyans all in solempne gise
Did wayle
Misenus corps, and gaue to him their last outcries.
First, cut in culpons great, and fat of sappe with pitche among
The funerals.
A stately pile they bilde, with timber trées and
Cipers strong.
(That dead mens treasour is) his gorgeous armes also they set,
Some brought the water warme,
of
Misenus maruelously expressyd of
Virgill.
and coudrons boyling out they fet.
The body cold they washe, and precious ointments on they powre.
Lamenting loude is made, than close his limmes in bed on floore
They couch with wéeping teares, and purple wéedes on him they throw:
His robes, his harneis bright, and enseignes al that men may know.
In mourning sort, some heaue on shulders hie the mighty béere,
Warme water and cryengs, for manye seeme dead and be yet a liue.
(A dolefull seruice sad) as children do their father déere,
Behind them holding bronds, than flame vprising, broad doth spréede,
And oyles and deinties cast, and frankinsens the fier doth féede.
Whan falne his cinders were, and longer blase did not endure:
His reliques and remain of dust with wines they washyd pure.
Than
Choriney his bones in brasen coffin bright did close.
And sprincling water pure, about his mates thre times he goes,
And dropps of sacrid dewe with Oliue palmes on them did shake,
Nouissima verba.
And compas blest them al, and sentence last he sadly spake.
To fieldes of ioye thy soule, and endles rest we do betake.
But good
Aeneas than, right huge in height his tombe did rere,
And gaue the lord his armes, his ore and trompet fixed there.
On mountain nere the skies, that of
Misenus beares the name:
And euerlasting shal from world to world retaine the same.
This done, dame
Siblies further mind to execute he shapes.
A dongeon darke there is,
Discriptiō of a place in
Italy called
Auerna, where antiquity supposed to be the entry into hel & is yet a terrible place to loke on.
that euermore wide open gapes,
Full rough of rocky stones, and lothsome lake there flowes about.
Therouer dare no bird attempt to flie, for deadly dout,
Such prison breath outbreaks, and through the throte with stifling stink,
Such smolthring vapour smokes, and vp to skies is borne from brinke.
Wherby the
Greekes by name
Auerna mouth that place do call.
There hefers chosen foure, full blacke of backes, he first of all
Did bring, and wines betwen theyr fronts the priest of custome threw,
And with her hand she pluckt the hear betwen their hornes that grew,
To cast in sacrid fier, redemption chiefe of déedes amis.
And on
Diana calls, in heauen and hel that mighty is.
Som other sturres with kniues, and blood lukewarm in bolles they take.
Him self a lambe by darke, onto the dame of furies blake,
And to her sister great with sword he strake, and onto thée,
(O
Proserpine) a frutelesse cowe he kild ful blacke to sée.
Than onto
Lymbo king his altars large he made by night.
And bowelles whole of bulles in burning fier enflamid bright.
And plenty fat of oyles, till offrings al were wastid quight.
Behold,
sibly brought
Aeneas in to
Auerna mouth, and so vnder ground to
Lymbo wherin
Virgil expresseth all the belief and opinion of the
Pagans.
before that light of sonne did rise in skies aboue,
The ground with roaring shooke, and vnder féete did trembling moue.
And toppes of trées do turne, and dogges in shade did séeme to houle,
Whan first the goddesse came. Auaunt, auaunt, you sinners foule
Dame
Sibly loud did crie, from al these woods stand out beneath.
Kepe thou thy way by force, and nakyd sword pull from thy sheath.
Now time of corage is, now fixe thy mind
Aeneas fast.
And with that word into
Auerna mouth her self she cast.
He void of feare doth stalking her pursewe at elbowe fast.
O gods that empier kéepes on ghostes, and soules of silens dumme,
Thou
Chaos, and you firy boyling pittes and places glumme:
Giue licens me to tell your secret workings vnder ground,
Giue pardon to disclose things déepe in mist, and darkenes dround.
Then walking went in night, alone, in silens through the shade,
By
Lymbos kingdoms wast, and houses empty voyde of trade.
Like as the féeble Moone doth giue sometime a fainting light
To men that walke in woods, whā clouds do kepe the skies from sight,
And al things altred ben, and couloures cléere are hyd by night.
Euen at the porche, and first in
Lymbo iawes, done
Wailings dwell,
And
Cares on couches lyen, and Settled Mindes on vengeans fell.
Diseases leane, and pale, and combrous Age of dompishe yéeres,
And Feare, and filthy Néede, and Hunger hard that mischief stéeres.
Misshapen things in sight. Than death himself, whose neighbor next
Was Slepe that kinsman is to Death, than proud Minds vnperplext
Reioysing vile in sinne and mortal Warres afront the gate,
And Furies fight in beddes of stéele, and Discorde farre from state
With bleding browes, and vgsome startling heares of angry snakes,
Amids them all an Elme with armes out spreding, shadow makes.
An Elme both huge and old, that seat, men say do Fansies kéepe,
And Dreames vncertaine dwell, and euery leafe they vndercréepe.
And diuers monsters more there was, of sondry sortes vnkind.
As
Scillas and
Centaurus, man before, and beast behind.
In euery doore they stampe, and Lyons sad with gnashing sound.
And Bugges with hundryd heades as
Briarey, and armid round
Chimera fightes with flames, and gastly
Gorgon grim to sée,
With heardes of
Harpies vile, and
Goblines foule of figures thrée.
Aeneas sodenly for feare his glistring sword out tooke,
And as they threatning came, he towards them his fauchon shooke.
And (but his learnid gyde instruct him did, to let go by
Those flittring tender formes, and not to touch those shappes that flye
Which nothing ben but life, and substance none, but likenes thinne)
He wold with them haue fought, and did in vaine to beate beginne.
Here now the way doth lead to
Lymbo lake and filthy flud,
Whose chanell chokid is with troublous grounds of miry mud,
And belching boyles a sand, which to the banks it throwes from déepes.
A dréedfull feryman that streame with visage lothsome kéepes,
In tattrid wretched wéede, and
Caron he by name doth hight.
His hoary bushe and beard both ouergrown and foule vndight,
With skouling steaming eyes,
Caron the fery man of hell fludds.
and from his shulders down his loynes
His filthy mantell hanges, whom sluttishe knot oncomly ioynes,
Himself with pykyd poale his boate doth guide, and beares a charge,
Transporting stil the soules, in rusty dusty cankryd barge.
Well agyd now, but sappy strength he kéepes of gréener yeres.
To this place all the rout doth draw themselfs with louring cheres,
By numbers great, both men and women dead, nor long delayed.
With princes, preaced boyes and girles, that wedlocks neuer saied,
And flouring youth, that in theyr parentes time were layd in ground,
And all that life had borne, about the banke they clustrid round,
As thick as leaues of trées among the woods in winter wind
Whan first to ground they fal, or like as foules of waterkind
Assembling flocke them selfs, whan yere of frost hath first begonne,
And ouer seas they séeke in warmer londs to take the sonne.
They stood, and crauing cried, that first transport they might before,
And stretching held their hands desiring much the further shore.
The churlish feryman, now these now those by course receiues,
And some down thrusting throws, and from the sand restraining weyues.
Aeneas than, for of this great tumult he merueld sore:
O virgin tel (ꝙ he) what meanes this busye great vprore?
What séeke they thus? why to this water banck ronne they so fast?
Wherfore be these reiect? and yonder those their course haue past?
And some with ores I sée are swéeping yet this chanell blewe?
Than shortly thus to him dame
Sibly spake, that prophet true.
O great
Anchises son, vndouted child of gods in blisse,
Now
Lymbo lake thou séest, infernal poole this water is.
Cocitus cald it is, and
Stigies moore the name doth beare,
By which the gods them selfs so sore affraid ben to forsweare.
This prease that here thou séest, ben people dead not laid in graue,
A piteous rable poore, that no relief nor comfort haue.
This boateman
Caron is, and those whom now this water beares,
Are bodies put in ground with worship due of wéepinge teares.
Nor from these feareful bankes nor ryuers hoarce they passange get:
Till vnder earth in graues theyr bodies bones at rest are set.
A hundred yeres they walk, and round about these shores they houe,
And than at last full glad, to further pooles they do remoue.
Aeneas stopt his fote, and stayed him self against that place,
Reuoluing much in mynd, and pitied sore their woful case.
He sawe lamenting there, and lacking graues and worship due,
Leucaspis and
Orontes, lords of
Troyan fléete full trewe.
Whom ioyntly both from
Troy, as through the swelling seas they past:
The southwind whirling toke, and ship and men did ouercast.
Behold, his mayster chief, and pylot guyde, syr
Palinure
Chafing did vexe him self, who late in
Sicil seas full sure
His course with sailing kept, while starrs of heauen he vewd at helme
He through the puppe was falne, and seas him quite did ouerwhelme,
Him scarse he could discerne among the soules with frowning face.
Than first he spake. O
Palinure, what god with heauy grace
Hath spoilid me of thée? and thée in déepe seas thus hath drownd?
Declare to me, for neuer here tofore that fals was found,
With this one tale vntrew
Apollo me did féede in vaine,
Who said, that sauf from seas,
Italia land thou shuldst attayne,
Lo where a man may trust. Is this his faith so vndefilde?
He thereonto. It is not
Phoebus thée that hath begylde
O
Troian king, nor me that god in seas did ouerwhelme.
For as at sterne I stood, and stéering strongly held my helme,
Wherwith I charged was, and course of ships with sailes did beare,
I hedlong fell therwith. By all the seas full rough I sweare,
Nothing so sore I dredde, nor for my self so much did care,
As lest thy ship dispoyld, and of her guide and maister bare:
Shuld by misfortune fail, as waues so great that time did rise.
Thrée wéery winter nightes, in combrous seas in waltring wise,
With waters borne I was: the fourth day skant at last I spied
Italia land, as ouer waues full hie my head I wried.
By smal and smal to landward than I swam, and sure I was,
Had not the nation wild destroyd me there vnknown, alas.
And as I creping held with crokid hands the mountaynes toppe,
Encombrid in my clothes that dabbing down from me did droppe:
They slew me there with swordes, and thought by me to grayne a pray.
Now still in floodes I fléete, and to and fro with winds I stray.
That I thée, by the gladsome light of heauen and ioufull skies:
Now for thy fathers loue, and for thy son whose lucke doth rise:
Vnwrap me from thes wrongs (o pereles prince) and bring me a ground,
I pray thée, (for thou maist) in
Velin hauens I shall be found.
Or thou, if any way there be, if goddesse mother thine
Hath shewd thée how to shift (for not without some power deuine
This place I think thou séest, nor
Lymbo pooles thus canst thou swim)
Reatche me thy hand, and take me wretche with thée by water brim,
That after death at least, in pleasant rest I may remayne.
Such things he talking spake, whan
Sibly thus replied agayne.
Since whan O
Palinure, hath al this madnes comen on thée?
Woldst thou the
Lymbo poole and dolefull fluddes vntombid sée?
Vnbidden from this bank dost thou in déede to skape entende?
Seke neuer Gods eternal dome with speche to think to bende.
Yet take with thée his word, and comfort thus thy gréeuous fal.
For they that border next vnto that mount, and cities all,
By tokens great from heauen shal be compeld thy bones to take,
And tombe they shall the byld, and solempne seruice thée shall make.
And
Palinurus name for euermore the place shall kéepe.
This spoken, from his heauy hart his cares abating créepe.
And sorowes partly shrank, and glad on earth his name he knewe.
They on their iourney went, and towards now the flood they drewe.
Whom as the boteman first, with eies vpcast in comming spied:
To walke in silent woodes, and how to shore their féete they plied:
He thus began to chafe, and towardes them ful loude he cried.
What euer thou art, that armid thus vnto our fluddes dost trace:
Tell what thine errand is, and stay thy selfe, and stop thy pace.
Here is the seate of soules, the place of sléepe and slumbry night,
Nor breathing bodies non this boat may bear by law nor right.
Nor
Hercules (whom I did last receiue) did me no good,
Nor
Theseus, with
Pirithous, that passid here this flood,
Though born of gods they were, and péereles lords of strength and mind.
He with his mighty hands the mastif hound of hell did bind
Before the king at benche, and dragde him trembling out to light.
Those other did attempt to steale from hens our empresse bright.
Than
Sibly prophet préest, with gentle spéeche thus did entreat.
Here is no treason such, do thou not chafe nor further freat.
These wepons work no harme, the porter huge for euermore
May barking keep his caue, and bloodles soules affraye from shore.
Well may
Diana chast her vncles chamber long enioy.
Aeneas famous here, the curteis prince, in armes of
Troy
Vnto his father goeth, vnto the soules of
Lymbo lowe,
If vertue non so great may mooue thy mind this man to knowe.
Behold (ꝙ she) this braunche, and from her garment out she tooke
The golden braunche, than angry wrath his swelling hart forsooke,
Nor, more he spake, but wondring at that blessid gift of grace,
And fatall rod, that seldome séen had ben within that place,
He shouid furth his ship, and on the banck approching hit.
Than other soules, that on the sides in long arayes did sit:
He tombling draue them down, and made a rowme, and in he takes
Aeneas mighty prince, the boat in iointes for burden crakes.
And through that lethrin seames the filthy floud in plenty drinkes.
Yet landed sauf at last both priest and man, on the vtter brinkes,
In miry woas, and slimy mudde mischapen foule that stinkes,
There
Cerberus,
Cerberus the porter of hell.
infernal hound, with throotes wide open thrée,
Doth bawle with barking noyse, at
Lymbo mouth ful huge to sée.
Whose neck whan
Sibly sawe with startling snakes to swelling fixt:
A soppe of bread with sléepy féedes, and hony swéete commixt
Against his throte she threw, he gaping wide his threfold iawes,
Al hungry caught that gubbe, and couching strait with stretching pawes,
He bowed his boistous back, and on the ground himself be spred,
Encombring all the caue, and groueling lay with slumbry head.
Aeneas toke the place, while thus the porter slurging was,
And skoope the further shore, wher backward home no life can pas.
Anon were voyces hard, and piteous cries, and wailings shrill,
Of soules of tender babes, and infantes wéeping void of skill.
That pleasure swéete of life did neuer tast, but from their brest
Vntimely death them toke, and fortune grimme hath down opprest.
Next them be such, as false surmise haue don to death by lawe,
Nor they without their iudge, and for their seats their lots thei drawe,
King
Minos moues their boxe, and as a iudge their liues enqueres,
And calles enquestes of soules, and al their sinnes in silens heres.
Than louring next in place, ben they that fel with wilfull death,
And giltles slew them selfes, with hasty hands, abhoring breath,
And shoke from them their soules, how gladly now in skies againe,
Wold they full poore estate, and hardnes al of life sustaine?
The destnies do resist, and lake vnlouely them detaynes,
And pooles of
Lymbo nine in compas ronning, them restraines.
Not far aloof from thens, disperst abroad on quarters all,
The mourning féeldes they sée (for so by name men do them call)
There they whom cruell loue consumid hath with fretting moodes,
In secret pathes they walk, and hide them selues in Mirtill woodes,
Encombrid still with cares, nor death it self their sorows slakes.
There
Phaedra, Procris, and
Euriphilen he séeth that morning makes
For loue, and of her son vnmercyfull the woundes doth beare.
Euadnee than, and
Pasiphae, likewise that martryd were.
And
Cenaeus, a lad somtime that was, but now a wife,
Conuerted eft by kinde to former shap of females life.
Among al these, Quéene
Dido late that died of fatall wound,
In forest wandring went, whom the
Troyan duke had found,
Approching nere and knew, in shimring shadowe darck and thinne:
Much like, as after chaunging new whan prime doth first beginne,
Men sée, or think they sée, that doubtfull moone in cloudes aboue:
He blubbrid out in teares, and thus did speake for dulcet loue.
O wofull
Dido déere, the tale to trewe (as now doth séeme)
Was brought me of thy losse, and of thy stroke and wound extréeme.
I was thy cause of death, alas, now by the starres I sweare,
By all the Gods, and if there be remaining yet one where
Vnfainid faith, if trueth on ground or vnder ground may bée:
Against my will (O Quéene) from thy dominions did I flée.
But me, y
e threatnings great of Gods that through these glimsing glades
Compels to séeke, these hoary moory musty darksom shades:
Hath forcid me to this, nor neuer (Quéene) could I beléeue,
That my departing thée, so sore at hart could euer gréeue,
Now stay thy self, and from my sight withdrawe thée not so fast.
Whom fléest thou thus? this vnto thée must be my talking last.
Aeneas thus to her, that frowning stood, with skouling eyes,
He spake to swage her mind, and teares out gushing still did rise.
She turning, fixyd fast her face on ground with louring looke.
Nor more to him did moone, nor at his tale regard she tooke:
Than sturres a standyng stone, or mountayn rocke for blast of wynde.
At last from him she brake, and backe she fled with spitefull minde,
To shadows thick of woods, where ioynt with her, her husband old
Sichaeus doth complayne, and equall loue with her doth holde.
Aeneas nethelesse, whom this mischaunce full sory shooke,
Pursude her, wéepyng longe, and at her partyng pitie tooke.
From thens their way they sought, and now the borders last they helde.
Where worthy lords of armes enhabit thick in secret felde,
There met he with sir
Tydeus, and valiant noble knight
Parthenopee, and pale
Adrastus ghost, that wofull spright.
There, they that much lamented were on earth, and died in warre:
The
Troyan lords, he knew them all in long arayes a farre.
Thersilochus, and
Glaucus déere, he sobbid them to see,
And
Medon, and
Anthenor the famous children thrée.
And
Polibetes, Ceres priest that was, both strong and bolde,
Idaeus eke, that horses swift and armours yet doth holde.
By flockes about him drewe the soules full thick on euery hand,
Nor satisfied they ben with loking ones, but still thei stand,
And steppes with him they ioyne, and glad they be his cause to lerne.
But al the
Greekish, lords, and
Agammenons captayns sterne,
Whan first the man they saw in glistring armour through the night:
They trembling shoke for fear, some turning toke their wonted flight,
As to their ships somptime thei ran, some others squeking thinne
Wold lift their voyce,
Deiphebus that maried
Helen after the death of
Paris.
but in their iawes begonne, it stack within.
There
Deiphebus, Priams son he sawe, al boucherwise
Bemanglid foule in face, with body torne in cruell gise.
Both body, face, and hands, and temples twaine, and eares dispoilde,
With lothly croppid nose, and shameful woundes eche where defoilde.
Skarse him he could discerne, that trembling shrank, and couered wold
His filthy wounds, than thus he spake with voyce acquainted old.
O
Deiphebus, mighty most in armes, O
Troian blood:
What saluage tirant beast hath giuen to thee this plage so wood?
Who might so great a powre obtaine on thée? The rumour went
How in the night extreme, of
Greekish slaughters wery spent
Thou headlong threwst thy self on mixid heapes of enmies slain.
Than I my self to thee, an empty tombe on
Rheta plain
Aduaunsing vp did bilde, and thrife thy soule saluted cléere.
Thy name and armes that place preserues, but thée (O frend so déere)
Could I not sée, that in thy contrey ground I might entéere.
Than
Deiphebus said. Nothing (swéete fréend,) can I requier.
All dueties done thou hast, nor more my ghost can the desier.
But me, min own mischaunce, and
Helen strompetts mischief more
Hath plungid thus in paines these tokens me she left in store.
For whan that latter night with ioyes deceitful vs did féede.
Thow knowst: and ouermuch therof to think we must of néede.
Whan first that fatall horse our contrey walls did ouerskippe
With armour freyghted ful and harneist fotemen down did slippe:
Dissembling than to daunse with songes, and himpnes in stréetes about
She drew the
Troyan wines, and in her hand amids the rout
She bare the burning torche, and from the towres the
Greekes did lure.
Than ouercome with cares, I wofull miser sléeping sure
Within my chamber was, in pleasant eas, and laid at rest,
And slomber swéete and déepe, most like to death had me opprest.
My goodly spouse this while, my wepons al way she cloinde,
From al my house, and from my head my trusty sword purloind.
And
Menelae her former husband cald, and fild the floores
With clusters great of
Greekes, and open wide she set the doores,
And me to them she gaue, for token chief of former loue,
That fame of old offence by that amendes she might remoue.
What shuld I longer make: into my chamber all they thrust,
With fals
Vlisses help. O gods redubbe them vengeaunce iust.
If due rewards I séeke, if
Greekes with me vniustly wrought.
But thée, aliue, what wondrous fortune here this time hath brought?
Declare to me, by wandring wide at seas art comen astray?
Or gods appointment great, or what mischaunce doth thée dismay,
To sée this troublous place, these houses heauy voide of sonne?
With talking thus, the Morning golden bright had ouerronne
The compas halfe of heauen, and middes of skies she now did clime.
And happly speaking more, they shuld haue spent their pointed time.
But
Sibly warning gaue.
The night approcheth fast, we wéepe away the time in vayne.
Here is the place where now the way deuides it selfs in twaine.
The righthand path goth vnderneth the walles of
Pluto déepe.
That way we must, if path to
Paradise we think to kéepe.
The lefthand leades to paine, and damnid sinners sends to hell.
Than
Deiphebus said. O prophet pure that dost excell,
Do thou no furter freat, I wil depart to yonder féeld
To fyl the number there, and me again to darknes yéelde.
Go worship, go thou glory great of
Troy, with heauenly grace,
God send thée more good lucke, and with that word he turnd his pace.
Aeneas turnd his eyes, and in the rock on lefthand side
A castle broad he séeth, with thre thick walls encompast wide.
Whom enuironned with rage of flaming flood that fier out spewes,
A dampishe firy flood, that sounding stones outhelching stewes.
A gate against it stands, ful huge of height, with pillers great
Of
Adamant vncut, whom force of mankind non can beat,
Nor gods themselfs of heauen: vpstands to skies a brasen towre,
Where sits
Tisiphonee with blood read tooles, and visage sowre,
That combrous monster féend, both daies and nights the watch she kéepes
Before that entry grim, with gargell face, and neuer sléepes.
From thens wer howlings heard, and wretches wawling tost in paines,
And clinching loud of iron, and gingling noise of dragging chaines.
Aeneas sterting stood, and all that bustling harknid to.
What vengeaunce noise is this? O virgin tell, what haue they do?
That thus tormented ben? what meanes this bounsing? this outrage?
Than
Sibly thus began. O
Troyan duke of wisdome sage,
No good man may come néere this cursid house of dampnid Hell,
But me, whan in
Auerna woodes
Diana set to dwell,
She taught me than their paines, and through these places al did gide.
This boistous empier kéepes fir
Radamanthus, king of pride,
Correcting men for sinne, and al their falshodes heares and tries,
Constraining to confesse what euer thing they did in skies:
Differring til their death, as if al paines escapid were.
Anon, the giltie soules with ramping force and grisly feare
Tisiphonee doth take, and scourging them she swappes with whippes,
And serpentes grim she shakes, and ouer them she stamping skippes,
With flocks of swarming féends, and al her sisters out she calles,
Infernal hideous haggs, and to their turments them she stalles.
Than verily with thondring fearefull noise, the sacrid hookes
Doth opening turne their gates, séest what a gard against vs lookes?
What faces? what a watch ther stands at euery gate in sight?
With fifty garing heades a monstrous dragon stands vpright?
Yet sitts a worse within. Than, Hell it self, that sinkehoole stéepe
Two times as broad descends, two times as hedlong downright déepe:
As heauen vpright is hie, if men therto from thence might péepe.
There lie the
Titans brood, and of dame
Earth the linage olde:
Downthrown with lightning dintes, and in that gulf are tombling rold.
There saw I serpentféeted bastards twain, of giauntes syse,
That in conflict with heauen, to teare the skies did enterprise,
Despising
Ioue himself, whom from his throne they wold haue thrust.
Eke
Sulmon there I saw, in cruell wreake of turmentes iust.
For he the flames of god, and thondring soundes wold counterfeat.
He borne with horses foure, and shaking brondes and torches great
Through contreys al of
Greece, and townes triumphing went about,
And honors due to God vsurping toke of euery rout.
A frantik man, that péereles lightning clouds wold think to skorne,
With brasse and ronning stéedes, that footed ben with hoof of horne.
But
Ioue almighty than, a firy dart on him down flang,
His artes could him not help, nor cressetts fierce wherwith he sprang.
But hedlong he to hel in whirling storme was thrown to déepes.
There plungid now in paines, he in the botom crawling créepes.
Eke
Tition the darling déere of
Earth which al thing bréedes
You shuld haue sene, that furlongs nine of ground with body spréedes.
And huge on him there sitts, with crokid beake and croming pawes
A gastly Gripe, that euermore his growing guttes outdrawes.
And tiring tearith furth his euerduring liuer vaines,
Nor neuer rest there is, but fresh renewes his endles paines.
What shuld I now rehearse the beastly
Centaures rable all?
Whom ouer hangs a stone that euermore doth séeme to fall.
Their bridebedds faier are spred, and golden carpets shine ful bright,
And precious princely fare before their face is set in sight.
Than comes the foulest féend, and al their deinties ouerbroodes,
Forbidding them to touche, and from their hands doth snatch their foods,
And beats with burning bronds and thondrings thick her mouth doth cast.
There they that did their brethren most abhorre while life did last,
Or beat their parents, or their clients cause haue foule betraied,
And such as gatherid goodes vnto themselfs, and no man paied,
Nor almes neuer gaue, wherof there is to great a throng.
Or for aduoutry haue ben slaine, or reis
[...] warres in wrong.
Or rebells to their prince, or maisters goods wold not discerne:
Includid in that Iaile their paines they bide. Séeke not to lerne
What pains: what world of wo ther is: how ech his fortune féeles.
Som rolls vnwoldy rocks, some hangs on hie displaid on whéeles.
Some tombling tyre themselfs. There euer sitts and euer shall
Vnhappy
Theseus, and
Phlegias most of misers all:
Among those caytiues darke and loud with voice to them doth rore,
Learne iustice now by this, and gods aboue despise no more.
One wretch his contrey sold, and prince of strength therto did call,
He forgid lawes for bribes, and made, and mard, and altrid all.
Another leapt into his doughters bed, confounding kindes,
All ment outragious dedes, and fyld their foule outragious minds.
Not if I had a hundred mouthes, a hundred tonges to spend,
And voyce as strong as stéele, yet could I neuer comprehend
Their sondry sinnes and paines, nor of their names shuld make an end
When
Sibli to
Aeneas thus had said. Now make me spéede,
Go furth, kéepe on thy way, performe those things that thou hast néede.
Dispatche we now (ꝙ she) I spie from hence the chimneis topps
Of
Ciclops boistous walles, I sée their gates their forge, and shopps,
Where we commaunded be to leaue this gift of golden spraies.
She said, and ioyntly both they past through croking darksom waies,
And marching through the middes, vnto the gates approchid néere.
Aeneas through them rusht, and than him self with water cléere
Besprinckling, toke the braunche, and at the gate he fyxt it fast.
Descriptiō of paradise
These things so done, and all the goddesse gift fulfyld at last:
Into the gladsome féeldes they come, where arbers swéete and gréene,
And blessed seates of soules, and pleasant woods and groues are séene.
A fressher féeld of aier whom larger light doth ouerstrowe,
And purer breath, their priuat sonne, their priuat starres they knowe.
Some to disport them selfs there sondry maistries tried on grasse.
And some their gambolds plaid, and som on sand there wrastling was.
Som frisking shake their féete, and measures tread & rimes thei sowne,
And
Orpheus among them stands, as priest in trayling gown.
And twancling makes them tune, with notes of musike seueral seuen.
And now with Yuery quill, now strings he strikes with fingers euen.
There were the
Troyan lords, and antike stocke of noble race,
Most prudent princes strong, and borne in yeres of better grace.
Both
Ilus, and
Assaracus, and founder first of
Troy,
Ring
Dardan, at their armour wéedes he wondred much with ioy.
Their speares beside them stand, their charets strong are set on ground,
Their comly coursing stéedes along the launds do féede vnbound.
What minds, what loue thei had, to dedes of arms whan life thei drew,
Or what delite in stéedes: the same them dead doth now pursue.
Another sort he séeth, with hand in hand where gras doth spring,
That feasting féede them selfs, and heaue and hoaw for ioy they sing.
Among the Laurel woods, and smelling floures of arbers swéete:
Where bubbling soft with sound the riuer fresh doth by them fléete.
There such as for their countreys loue while liues in them did last
In battel suffrid wounds, or priestes that godly were and chast,
Or prophetes pure of life, and worthy things to men did preache:
Or to adorne mans mortall life did science goodly teache:
Their heads ar compas knit with garlond floures right fresh of hewe.
To whom than
Sibly spake, as round about her fast they drewe.
Onto
Musaeus first, for he inclosyd is in throng
With numbers great of soules, and him they kéepe alwaies among,
Bresthigh aboue them all, and all to him theyr heads incline.
Declare (ꝙ she) you blessyd soules, and thou préest most diuine
What place
Anchises hath? where shal we find him? for his sake
Wée be come here, and passyd haue the fluddes of
Limbo lake.
Than vnto her the sacred préest with wordes ful gentle spake.
No man hath certen house, but in these shadowes broad wée dwell.
In beddes of riuer bankes, and medowes newe that swéetely smell.
But you, if such desire you haue, passe ouer yonder downes,
My self shal be your gide by easy path into those bownes.
He said, and went before them both, and fieldes ful bright that shynd
He shewd them from aboue, and all the downes they left behind.
Anchises prince, that time in pleasant vale surueyeng was
The soules included there that to the world agayn shuld passe.
And reknid al his race, and childers childerns line he told,
And kest their destnies al, and liues, and lawes, and manhods bold.
He whan against him there
Aeneas comming first beheld:
As he did walke in grasse, his hands to heauen for ioy vp held,
With tricling teares on chéekes, and thus his voyce from him did yeld.
And art thou comen at last, long lokid for, my son so déere?
Thy vertue ouercame this passage hard, and now so cléere,
Do I behold thy face? with rendring speche to speche of thine?
So verily me thought, and in my mind I did deuine
Acompting still the times, nor me my carck hath not begild,
What contreys thée (my son) what combrous seas? what nations wilde?
Turmoyld with daungers al, thée scapid now do I receiue?
How sore afraied I was, lest
Lybie lands shuld thee deceiue?
He therunto: Thy ghost O father swéete, thy greuous ghost,
Perturbing in my dremes hath me compeld to sée this coast.
On
Tirrhen shore my nauy stands at seas, now let vs ioyne
Good father hand in hand, now thée from me do not purloyne.
Thus talkid he with teares.
Thre times about his neck his armes he wold haue set, and thries
In vaine his likenes fast he helde, for through his hands he flies
Like wind, vngropable, or dreames that men most swift espies.
This while
Aeneas séeth a croked vale, and secret wood,
Lethee a floud of forgetfulnes.
And shrubbes of sounding trées, and fléeting through them
Lethee flood,
With sléeping sound, that by those pleasant dwellings softly rann:
And peoples thick on euery side that no man number can.
As bées in medowes fresh, (whom somer Sonne doth shining warm)
Assembling fal on floures, and lilies white about they swarm,
With huzzing feruent noyse, that euery féeld of murmour ringes.
Pagans opinions.
Aeneas with that sight amasid stood, and of those things
The causes al did are, what floud it is, so dull that glides?
And what those peoples ben, that fill so thick those water sides?
Anchises than to him. These soules (ꝙ he) that bodies new
Must yet againe receiue, and limines eftsones with life endue:
Here at this
Lethee floud they dwell, and from this water brinck
These liquors quenching cares, & long forgetfull draughts they drink,
That of their lyues, and former labours past, they neuer think.
These things to thée, full trew I shall set furth before thine eyes,
And shewe thée all our stock, of thée and me that shal arise.
That more thou maist reioice
Italia land to find at last.
O father, is it true? may soules that ones this world hath past
And blessed ben in ioy, to bodies dulle again remoue?
What meane they so? why wretched wordly light do they so loue?
I will declare forsooth, nor long (my son) I wil thée holde,
Anchises aunswer made, and all in order did vnfolde.
First heauen and earth, and of the seas that flittring féeldes and fines.
Thes gloriose starrs, this glistring globe of moone so bright that shines,
One liuely soule there is, that féedes them all with breath of loue:
One mind through al thes members mixt this mighty masse doth moue,
From thence mankind, and beastes, and liues of foules in aier that flies,
And al what marblefacid seas conteines of monstrous fries,
One chafing fier among them al there sittes, and heauenly springes
Within their séedes, if bodies noisom them not backward bringes.
But lompe of liueles earth, and mortall members make them dull.
This causeth them, of lust, fear, grief and ioye, to be so full.
Nor closid so in darck, can they regard theyr heauenly kind,
For carcas foule of fleshe, and dongeon vile of prison blind.
Moreouer, whan their end of life, and light doth them forsake:
Yet can they not their sinnes nor sorowes al (poore soules) of shake.
Nor al contagions fleshlie, from them voydes, but must of néede
Much things congendrid long, by wondrous meanes at last outspréed.
Therfore they plagid ben, and for their former fautes and sinnes
Their sondry pains they bide, some hie in ayer doth hang on pinnes.
The painims purgatory.
Some fléeting ben in fluddes, and déepe in gulfs them selfes they tier.
Til sinnes a way be washt, or clensyd cléere with purgin fier.
Eche one of vs our penaunce here abides, than sent we bée
To paradise at last, we fewe these féeldes of ioye do sée.
Till compas long of time, by perfit cours, hath purgid quighte
Our former cloddrid spottes, and pure hath left our ghostli spright,
And sences pure of soule, and simple sparkes of heauenly light.
Than al, whan they a thousand yeres that whéele haue turnd about:
To drinck of
Lethee floud, by clusters great, God calls them out.
That there forgetting al their former liues, and former sinne,
The mortall world afreshe, in bodies new they may beginne.
Anchises sayd, and therwithall his sonne and
Sibly takes,
And drawes, them through the mids of al that prease y
t sounding makes,
Vnto a mount, from whence they may theyr orders long a rowe,
By leysour ouer read, and as they come theyr faces knowe.
Now let vs sée what glory great our
Troyan line shal spréede,
And what redoubted lusty laddes,
Italia land shall bréede,
Most princely sprites, our noble
Troian fame aduaunce that shall,
In brief I wil dispatche, and thée declare thy destnies all.
Séest thou not yonder liuely child that leaning bendes his speare?
His lot is next to rise, and next in world his head shall reare,
Of
Troyan and
Italian blood commixt, thy worthy childe,
Thy
Siluius, borne after thy deceasse in forest wylde.
Here
Virgil taketh a wonderfull occasion to discorrsethe posteritie of
Aeneas, and to set furth the glory and nobilitie of
Rome.
Whom late at last to thée thy wife
Lauinia bearing bringes,
A stately king him self, and father great of stately kinges.
From whom our linage long shal
Alba kingdoms riche enioy.
Than yonder
Procas next, the proud renown of former
Troy,
And
Numitor, and
Capis good, and he that thée by name
Shall represent,
Aeneas Siluius of noble fame.
And dedes of armes with vertue mixt, if euer he may raygne,
If euer he his
Alba lands, and kingdoms may obtayne.
Which lusty laddes behold, from them what corage doth redound.
And how their toppes with oken bows, and ciuill crownes ar bound.
They vnto thée
Nomentum land, and
Gabios townes s
[...]l tame,
And
Fidenas, and cities great and proude they shal reclame.
Pometium,
The chief crowne of honour among
Romains was of grasse & oken bow.
Romulus the founder of
Rome.
and
Innus castles strong, and
Bolam bowres,
And
Collantine, and
Coram hilles, suppresse they shal with toures.
These names shal than vprise, now nothing is but nameles dust.
Than
Romulus, that valiant impe of
Mars, him furth shal thrust,
To match his graunsir great, whon
Ilia Quéene shal bring to light
Of
Troyan blood, séest not his dubblecreastid head vpright?
And with what grace the king of heauen doth mark his chosen knight?
Behold my son the man, for through his lucke and huge deuise:
That péereles mighty
Rome, that gloriose
Rome aloft shal rise.
Whose rod shal rule the total earth, whose mindes shal match the heuen,
And reyse their walls they shal, including toures, and mountains seuen,
Most fortunat in frute of men, as
Berecinthia Queene,
From whom the race of Gods, and linage al discended bene.
She riding through the world, in charet borne with godly grace,
Her hundred déerlings swéete her childerns childern doth embrace
All heauenly wightes, al scepter bearers bright, in starrs on hie,
Now this way turne thy face, and on thys nation cast thine eye.
Behold thy
Romains,
He puto
Augustus next
Romulus for dignity, being many yeres after in time.
sée where
Caesar is, and of
Iule
The progeny that vnder poles of heauen shal beare the rule,
This man, this is the man, of whom so oft I haue thée told,
Augustus Emprour, prince deuine, he shal the world of gold
Saturnus Golden world (sometime that was) eftsones restore.
On
Garamants, and
Indes, and contreys conquerd more and more
His empier out shal stretche. Beyond the starres the kingdoms ronne,
Beyond the firmament and signe, from course of yeare and sonne.
Where
Atlas (mighty mount) on shulders strong the heuen doth turne,
And vnderpropes the pole that beares the starres that euer burne.
At this mans comming, lo, euen very now,
For
Augustus subdued
Aegipt.
al
Asia quakes
For drede, and temples great of Gods with aunswers gresly shakes.
And
Nilus flood for fear his issues seuen doth foule confound.
Nor neuer
Hercules him self could walke so much of ground,
Though he with dart the windy footed hinde did ouertyer,
Though monsters swift he slew, and dragons quaking brent with fier.
Nor
Bacchus victor so could nations wild and proud reclame.
Though he with bridlyng bits of vines did ride on Tigers tame.
Here he returneth to
Romulus succession.
And stand we stil in doubt by valiaunt dedes to purchase fame?
Or for
Italia land to fight, shuld we our destnies blame?
But what is yonder he, that Oliue palme so comly beares?
Most like a priest? lo now I know, I know those hoary heares,
And whitishe beardid chinne of prudent
Numa, Romain king,
That vnto lawes and peace shal first the simple people bring,
From poore estate to mighty kingdom cald, whom shal succeede
He that his contreys ydlenes shal breake, and force of néede
To sturre themselfs in armes, king
Tullus, he shal vp reuiue
Their slugging sprites, and teach to winne, and triumphes eft atchiue.
Next vnto him, with greater boast, king
Ancus them shal guide,
That of the peoples praise to much already takes a pride.
Wult sée the
Tarquin kings? and stately soule of
Brutus brest?
Of
Brutus, mischief wreaker?
Brutus slew his sedicious sonnes
and by him the kings supprest?
He first the
Consulship on him shal take, and first of all,
His onely sons vnto their death, for welth of
Rome shal call,
Whan they with battailes new against the
Consuls wold rebell:
Himself for fredom sayer, with edge of axe shal do them quell.
Vnlucky man, how euer latter age shal praise the same,
His contreys loue him driues, and gréedy lust of endles fame.
Sée
Decios, and
Drusos, and his are that doth distraine
Torquatus. Lo
Camillus,
Camillus recouerer of ensignes
standards lost that brings again.
But yonder matches twaine, whom shine thou séest in harneis bright,
Now louing soules they be, while both are wrapt in dark of night.
Alas, what wondrous warres? if euer they in life apéere,
Iulius Caesar Pompeius.
What bloody fighting féeldes? what slaughters wild shal they vpstéere?
The fatherlaw from
Alpes hilles, and towres of
Fraunce shal fall.
The son in law, from Estern lands shal moue with armies all.
Not so my lads, not so, such greuous warres do you not mind,
Nor with your hands your contreys wombe to teare be so vnkind,
Pompeius.
And chiefly thou, thou from the gods of heauen that dost descend,
Cast from thy hand thy wepons, O my blood.
He with triumphant ioy, in charet borne, and mighty traine
Shall clime the
Capitoll of
Rome, whan lords of
Greekes are slaine,
And townes vprootid ben,
Corinthus, Argos, great
Micene,
He victor conquer shal, and from the ground subuert them cleane.
Quintius.
Another vanquishe must
Achilles brood, sir
Pirrhus wilde,
And wreke his graunsirs old of
Troy, and
Pallas church defilde.
Who can but thinke of thée,
Cato. Cossus. Gracchus. scipios
destroid Carthage. Fabritius. serranus. Pubius max.
most worthy
Cato sterne of minde?
Or noble
Cossus thée who can forgetting leaue behinde?
Or gracious
Gracchus line, or capteynes twaine who can withstand
Two
Scipios? two thonderboltes of warre: for
Lybie land
A deadly fatall plage: or who can thée extoll ynough
Fabritius? that much canst do with small, or from thy plough
Serranus thou that comest? and after conquests sowest thy corne.
Where now away withdraw you wery me? you noble borne
You
Fabij? thou
Maximus, thou onely art the man
That al our welth forlorne, by sober lingring reskue can.
Some forsing metalls fine shal brasen shappes with breath endue,
I wéene they will to marble stones giue life with likenesse true.
Cicero. Firmicus.
They causes best shal pleade, and course of heauen in wondrous wise,
They shal describe with rod, and teache the state of starres that rise.
Remember
Romaine thou, to rule thy realmes with empier iust,
Good counsell.
Let this thy practise be. To much on peace set not thy lust,
Thy subiects euer spare, and stomacks proud down vanquish plaine.
So lord
Anchises sayd, and (as they wondrid) spake again.
Behold, how gorgeous gay with spoyles
Marcellus goth vpright,
Aboue all men, by shulders hie he doth surmount them quight.
Marcellus.
He, whan the Romayn state with great commotion troubled is,
Shal stay with horsemen stout, and make the
Moores their purpose misse,
And ouerthrow their throngs, and rebell
French in combat kylde,
His armour spoyles to
Ioue▪ for offering third he shall vpyelde.
Aeneas there,
Yong
Marcellus, Augustus sisters son, that shuld haue ben his heir in the empier.
(for walke with him he saw a séemely knight,
A goodly springold yong in glistring armour shining bright,
But nothing glad in face▪ his eyes down cast did shewe no chéere.)
O father, what is he that walkes with him as equall péere?
His onely son? or of his stock some child of noble race?
What bustling makes his mates? how great he goth with portly grace?
But cloud of louring night his head full heauy wrappes about.
Than lord
Anchises spake, and from his eyes the teares brake out.
O son, thy peoples huge lamented losse séeke not to knowe.
The destnies shall this child, onto the world, no more but showe,
He died in youth, and was buried with sixe hundred hearses.
Nor suffer long to liue, O gods, though
Rome you think to strong
And ouermuch to match, for enuie yet do vs no wrong.
What wailings loude of men in stretes, in féeldes, what mourning cries
In mighty campe of
Mars, at this mans death in
Rome shall rise?
What funeralls: what numbers dead of corpses shalt thou sée?
O
Tyber flood, whan fléeting nere his new tombe thou shalt flée?
Nor shal there neuer child,
For these xxvi. verses
Octauia mother of
Marcellus did giue, in reward to
Virgill asmuch as amounted in englishe money to more than v. M. frēch crownes.
from
Troian line that shal proceede,
Exalt his graunsirs hope so hie: nor neuer
Rome shal bréede
An impe of maruel more, nor more on man may iustly bost.
O vertue, O prescribid faith, O righthand valiaunt most.
Durst no man him haue met in armes conflicting, foteman fearce,
Or wold he fomy horses sides with spurres encountring pearce.
O piteous child, if euer thou thy destnies hard maist breake:
Marcellus thou shalt be. Now reatche me Lillies, Lilly flours,
Giue purple Violetts to me, this neuews soule of ours
With giftes that I may spreade, and though my labour be but vayne:
Yet do my duety déere I shall. Thus did they long complayne.
And compas round the campe they wandring went, and vowd about,
In borders broad of ayer, and of the soules surueied the rout.
Which whan
Anchises thus had shewd his son in order due,
And kindlid glad his mind with fame of things that shuld ensue:
Than him of al his warres, and great affaires to come, he told,
Of king
Latinus towne, and of his realmes and peoples bold,
And how eche labour best may voidid be, or easely borne.
Two gates of sléepe there be, the one men say is made of horne,
Wherthrough by passage soft do sprites ascende with senses right.
That other gate doth shine, and is compact of Yuery bright.
But false deceitful dreames that way the soules are woont to send.
With talking thus, whan lord
Anchises first had made an end:
And counsaile gaue his son, and all his mind had put from dout,
He brought them both, and through the Yuery gate he let them out.
He toke his way furthwith, and to his nauy went by land.
And finding there his mates,
Caieta in
Italy betweene
Cumas and
Tyber.
and to his nauy went by land.
And finding there his mates, he brought them to
Caieta strand.
Their ankers from their foreships cast, their pups on shore thei stand.
DEO GRATIAS.
Per
T. Phaeer
in foresta Kilgerran
13. Augusti, 1557. Opus
[...]iginta dierum.
¶ The seuenth booke of the Aeneidos of Ʋirgil.
The Argument.
¶
AENEAS burieth
Caieta his nurse, and calleth the place
Caieta, by her name. From thence he passeth by the seat of
Circes, & by prosperous winde is brought to the mouth of
Tiber, and driuen with a contrary streame: he arriueth on the coast of
Laurentum. And vnderstandynge thereby
Ascanius woordes, that the same was the lande that was predestinate vnto him: he sendeth vnto kinge
Latinus, that ruled those quarters, an hundred oratours, which should both carie gifts vnto him in his name, and request a place wherin to build a Citie. Kynge
Latinus gently hearyng theyr embassadge, ouer and besides their request voluntarely offreth vnto
Aeneas, his daughter
Lauinia to wife, whom by the prophecy of his father
Faunus, and the answer of the southsayers: he was cōmaunded to bestow vpon a straunger. This while
Iuno displeased with the prosperous successe of y
e
Troians: calleth
Alecto out of Hell to disturbe this peace. Who first enrageth with her furie
Amata, kynge
Latinus wife, &
Turnus also. Then, turnynge her self to the
Troian youth, whiche then haply was busied in huntyng: bringeth vnto theyr hands a tame stag which was dearly beloued among
Tyrrheus the kynges heardmans children. Whom when
Ascanius had wounded with an arowe, the husbandmen betakyng them selues to weapon, set vpon the
Troians. Alecto from an hie place giueth thalarme, in which tumult are sleyne
Almon. Tyrrheus eldest sonne, &
Galesus the ritchest husbandmā in all that countrey. Who when they were braught dead vnto the citie,
Turnus and
Amata do pricke foorth kyng
Latinus to make war, and to reuenge this iniurie. But he callyng to remembrance the destnies, and the league whiche he made of late with the
Troians: could not be perswaded to make war agaynst them. Then
Iuno her self openeth the gates of war.
Mezentius with
Lausus his sonne do accompany
Turnus into battell. Likewise
Auentinus sonne to
Hercules by
Rhea. Also
Catillus and
Coras Tyburtine brothers, and
Camilla of the realme of
Volsca, a most valient woman, and diuers other, whose names are recited in the end of the booke.
ANd thou
Caieta,
He burieth his nurse
Caieta & giueth her name to that coast.
Aeneas nurse, deceassing on oure shore:
Hast thereby gyuen thereto a lasting fame for euermore.
Thy bones, and name, thine honor there preserues, and settlid be
In great
Italia land, if that may worship do to thée.
But good
Aeneas, whan her obyt ryghtes were ended al.
And tombe vpreisid round, as soone as hie seas down did fal,
He toke his way with sayles,
He sayleth along the coast of
Circes a famoꝰ enchantres or witch than dwellyng in
Italy which turned men into beasts
and from that port departid quight:
The wind with pipling blows, nor moone doth lack to giue them light,
The trembling water shines with beames reflected glistring bright
Along dame
Circes coast adioynant next, their course they cut.
Where
Circes Phoebus doughter proud her welthy seats hath put,
In sounding saluage woodes, and sauours swéete by night she burns.
And precious weauing webs, with clattring tooles she works and turns.
From thence wer wailings heard, and lions wrathful loud did grone,
Resisting in their bands, and nere to night they make theyr mone,
Both bristlid groining bores, and beares at mangers yelling yawle,
And figures foule of wolues they heare for wo to fret and wawle,
Whom from the shappes of men, to brutishe beasts, and faces wyld
Dame
Circes did transforme, with herbes of might, and charms vnmild.
Which sore mischaunce, lest simple
Troyans poore shuld féele the like,
Or in those hauens ariue, or on that parlous coast shuld strike:
Neptunus fild their sailes with prosprous wind, and gaue them way
To flée that cursid shore, and from that daunger did conuey.
And now the sea with sonne beames waxid read, and hie from skies
The golden morning bright with roset whéeles did mounting ryse,
Whan euery wind was laid,
Here he espieth the riuer of
Tiber in
Italy.
and sodenly no breath did blowe.
And they their ships in marble seas with ores did wrastlyng towe.
And there
Aeneas from the seas beheld a hugy wood,
Where fléeting swift with whirling streames most pleasant
Tyber flood
Breakes out it self in seas, with sandy waters troblous read,
Where sondry sortes of foules, on euery side, and ouer head,
Their wonted chanel kéepe, and banks, whose chéereful noises shril:
Reioycid swéete the skies, and in the groue they flew at will.
Their forships al to landward than to turne,
Thet enter
Tiber.
and inward bend
He bids his mates, and to the déepe floud glad he doth descend.
Now muse, now let vs se: what gouernment, what state of things,
In
Italy that time there was, what captains great, what kings,
Whan first this straungers fléete in
Latium laud did ships ariue
I wil setfurth,
In y
e fyrst syx bookes he described the trauailes of
Aeneas now in other vi. he declareth of his warres perfourming his promis of armes and of the mā I sing.
and causes first of fight I shall descriue.
Thou goddesse giue me might, of gastly warres now must I sing,
Of mortall battailes fought and slaine with armies king by king,
Vprores of angrie realmes, and all
Italia mixt with blowes
I must report, a greater course of things to me their growes,
A greater worke. I stéere. King
Latin than that contrey helde,
Well aged now, and cities long in welthy peas did welde.
This man was
Faunus son,
Marica goddesse was his dame.
King
Picus, Faunus father was, and he doth fetche his name
From thée O
Saturne great, thou art his syre and first of blood.
No son to him there was, non issue Male (so fortune stood)
For in his springing youth withdrawen he was, and life did yelde.
One doughter did remaine, and al that house susteining helde,
Now husbandripe, now wedlockable ful, of laufull yéeres.
From large
Italia land, ful many a lord, and princely péeres,
Ful glad for her did sue, but ouer al, of beauty most,
King
Turnus lusty prince (of kingly stock that best might bost)
Aboue them al was chief, and him the Quéene did sée most méete,
And wondrously did hast, to ioyne with him her doughter swéete.
But monsters great frō gods,
Laurentum the citie of king
Latinus.
and heuenly threatnings makes her drede.
A Laurel trée there was, amids the court, that hie did sprede,
With sacred crops and bowes, and many a yere in reuerence had:
Which whan king
Latin first that tower did buylde, by destny glad
He found, and vnto
Phoebus great did consecrate the same,
And of that Laurel trée, did
Laurent cal that cities name.
A wondrous thing to speake, this Laurel bushe ful thick of browse:
From skies descending down, a swarme of bées beset the bowes,
Incessant thick with noise, and fast with féete in cluster clung
Al sodenly did close, and on the top with heft they hung.
Anon the prophet cried. An alien captain, O (ꝙ he)
And alien army comes, and gettes possession here I sée.
And parties clustring cleaue, and gathring strength the tower thei take.
Lauinia king
Latinus doughter.
Besides al this, whan she her self to godds did offring make▪
Lauinia virgin pure, and stood at the altars next her Syer:
A wondrous sight was séen, that all her hear had cought a fier,
And crakling flame outspred, and all her garmentes brent at ones.
Her robes, her virgin lockes, her crown beset with preciouse stones.
Which sodenly did stint, than blustring smoke, and blasing light
With violence vpflew, and to the roof it ran vpright.
This dréedful signe, and on this wondrous sight men marueld much.
For like to her in fame al prophetes sang, shuld be non such.
But causes great of warre, betokened were by her to growe,
That time spirites gaue aunswers in woodes.
But
Latine king, that on these monsters all did muse and carck:
His father
Faunus mind and sentence sooth he went to harck,
To dark
Albumea wood, which on the mountain growes ful great,
Where sacred flood doth sound, and fountains falling down do sweat.
From thens the countreys nere, and through
Italia nations all
Do fetche their councell chief, and in their doubtes for aunswers call.
The préest his offring makes, and killes the shéepe at dead midnight.
And laieth his limmes at rest, and soundly sléepes on fléeses white.
There visions straung he séeth, & many a spryte ful thinne that flittes,
And sondry voyces héeres, and with the gods in taske he knittes,
In heauen, in
Lymbo pooles, and soules he séeth in hell that sittes.
There: whan king
Latin first deuoutly prayed for aunswer full,
A hundred chosen shéepe he down did kill that bare theyr wulle,
And spred their backs on ground, and resting slept vpon their skinnes,
With méeke desier: than through that groue a loud voice thus beginnes.
Séeke not to set thy doughter déere with none of
Latin land,
O worthy son, nor trust this wedlock now thou hast in hand.
A son in law from contreys far there comes, whose stately race
Vnto the starres our name shal lift, whose issue great of grace,
All things within this world, where euer sonne doth round recule,
On both sides londs and seas, shal vnder féete down tread, and rule.
These warnings of his father
Faunus giuen at dead midnight,
King
Latin did not hide, but Fame the cities filde furth right,
Of all
Italia realmes, whan to the shore this
Troyan fléete
In landing toke their banck, and fastned ships with cables méete.
Aeneas with his captains chief,
Ascanius faier to sée,
On gréene grasse toke their eas, and vnderneth a séemely trée,
Their deintes furth they drew, and meat they set on cakes of meale,
Refeshing swéete their minds, so
Ioue him self did pleas to deale.
And mountain frutes they toke, and heapes of apples hie they pight.
Whan al things els were spent, and they by chaunce wer driuen to bite
Their crusts of cracknel cakes, and eat for skantnes vp their cremmes,
And hungry brake with hands their leauings last, and set there gommes
Here the prophecy of the Harpie was fulfild, mencioned in the thyrd booke that they should be driuen to eat their tables.
Vpon their fatal bread, nor trenchers broad they did not spare:
How now sirs? haue we eat our tables vp for want of fare?
The child
Ascanius said. Nor more to this did he allude.
That voyce receiued strait, al fear from them did first exclude,
And end of labours brought, and from his mouth as he it said
His father toke that word, and with deuotion great he staied.
Than kneelyng, thus. Alhayle O contrey mine by destnie due,
And you al hayle (ꝙ he) O
Troian goods of promise true.
Here is my dwelling house, my resting lond: my father old
(Now comes it in my mind) these secretes me ful often told,
Whan thou (my son) thy ships on coast onknown dost first ariue,
And hunger hard for lack to eat thy tables thée shal driue,
There maist thou trust thy resting place to byld, and safly there
Foundations make of walles, and houses hie be bold to rere.
This was that hunger sore, this is our last of labours al,
Al sorowes now shal ceas.
Wherfore come of, and in the morning next at sight of sonne,
What people dwells hereby, what townes they kéepe, and where they wonne,
Let vs enquire and loke, and from the hauen withdrawe we al.
Now skinke your cuppes to
Ioue, and great
Anchises chéerely cal.
And pray to gods for help, and fetch furth wines in plenty round.
This spoken, he with garlond bowes his temples freshly bound,
And praied his gods of peace, and worship gaue vnto dame Ground,
(That formost is of gods) and aungell good that kéepes that place.
And
Nimphes, and fairie Quéenes, & fluds vnknown he sought of grace.
Than Gods of night he calde, and signes of starres by night that rise.
And chiefly
Ioue,
A token from heauē to
Troians.
and both his parents strong in hel an skies.
The almighty father than, thre times arowe from heuens on hight,
Did signe of thondring showe, and golden beames with burning light
Was séene, and with his hand himself in cleare skie shooke the cloude.
Anon the rumour spred, and through the campe was blasyd loude,
That now the daye was come, that houses hie they shuld possesse.
Their bankettes they restore, and man to man their ioyes expresse.
And wines in bolles they set, and cuppes they crowne, and feasts renew.
The morning next, whan torche of burning sonne the world did vew,
And day dispersyd was, on euery syde they séeke, and send
Surueiours through the coast, and topps of mountains next ascend.
A city chief they finde, of
Numik lake, here springs the well.
This riuer
Tyber is, here
Latin peoples strong do dwell.
Than lord
Anchises son, from all his bands a hundred knightes
Embassadours did choose, and to the king on message dightes.
Their crownes in compas knit with bows of peace, and myld attyre,
To beare the king his giftes, and leage to
Troyans to desyre,
They furth without delay, with spéedy féete did plie their pace,
Whiles he describing drewe to bilde his walls a comly place,
In facion like a campe, with trenche and bulwarkes strong and hie.
And now the knights their iourney nere had past, and toures they spie,
Of king
Latinus town, and loftly castels large appéere:
And orderly they set them selfes, and walls approchid néere.
Before the towne the liuely youth, and children fresh of lust
On horses tried them selues, and coursers wyld vpturnd in dust.
Or whirling drue their dartes, or launces long with strength they shake.
And some their bowes did bend, and some for wrastling matches make.
A ridyng post forthwith vnto the king doth tidynges beare,
How forein knightes vnknown, in garmēts straunge approching were,
He bids men them receiue, and to his court to bring and call.
Himself to counsell went, and in the mids he sat in hall.
A Halle of huge estate, with pillers hie a hundred borne,
Aboue the towne there stoode,
The description of kyng
Latinus hall.
kinge
Picus court in time beforne,
Beset with sacred woods, where olde religion dredfull dwels.
There wonted were the kynges to take their crownes and no where els.
And there theyr scepters stoode, this was both minster, court, and hall,
Here stoode theyr offryng pewes, and many a slaughter down did fall.
And Lordes at tables round in solempne dayes did feast and dine.
There was besides all this, full many an ymage olde and fine
Of antike
Cedar wrought, and row by row his graunsirs tall
Both
Italus and
Sabin kyngs, and he that first of all
Did plant
Italia vynes,
Saturnus olde, with crooked hooke
In hand, and doublefaced
Ianus slie did backeward looke,
At entry first they stoode, and other kynges of olde discent,
That for their countreis loue, in battayle fight their blood had spent.
And ouer this, there hangs much enmies harneis fixt on height,
And spoyles, and captiue chares, and halberd axes, huge of weight,
And helmet crestes, and brasen boltyng barres of conquerd townes,
With speares, and battrid shéelds, & topps of ships, and garland crownes.
Himself in kyngly throne, with cuttid coape, most like a God
In heauenly armour sat, and held in hand his bagle rod.
Kyng
Picus, kyng, and tamer proud of steedes,
A bagle stat whom prelats that time did vse in their reli
[...]
whom caught with loue
Dame
Circes déere his spouse from shape of mankinde did remoue.
She chaunged him by charme, and smit his head with golden spray.
And poysoned drinkyng draughtes, and him of man she made a iay,
And to the woods he flew, with speckled wings of colours gay.
In such a temple, and so costly seat, and comly wrought,
[...]
If fréendship such he séekes, and if he list this leage to bynde:)
Approche our presence to,
Prophecis had setled his minde before the commyng of
Aeneas.
let him not feare his fréend to seacute;e.
His right hand ones to touche, shal pledge of peace remayne to mée.
Depart your way and to your kyng do you my wordes declare:
A doughter I haue, whom ioyne to neighbour none I skarcely dare
For tokens downe from heauen, for woonders dayly thicke that rise.
The destnies do forbid, and prophetes bookes pronounce likewise,
That for the peoples wealth a straunger borne should haue that chaunce,
Whose famous bloud should to the starres of heauen our name aduaunce.
Perhaps him fortune cals, and if in minde I rightly gesse:
This man is he, and if gods will so be, I would no lesse.
These thinges he spake, and horses straight from stables furth he calles,
Thrée hundred fresh there stoode, at mangers hie bestowd in stalles.
For euery
Troyan knight, a palfray braue he bids out bryng,
In crimsin couerid all, and of their féete as swift as wyng.
Their brestes embroydred gilt, their poitrels pendant compasfolde,
All gilded glistryng bright, and vnder téeth they gnaw their golde.
A charet for
Aeneas eke, with coursers like in tire,
Of heauenly séede, and from their nosethrils fierce outbreathyng fier.
Circes inuented to ioyne celestial horses to mortall Mares, whereof came a diuine race of steedes.
Engendred of that race, whom
Circes liuely did inuent
To mixe with mortall stéedes, and stale the stormes for that intent.
With such rewards, and with kyng
Latins woords, the knights of
Troy
On horses hie returne, and peace they bryng with feastfull ioy.
Behold, from
Craecia lande dame
Iuno Quéene did than remoue,
(The testy spouse of
Ioue) and hie on cloudes she stoode aboue
Beholdyng all these things, and from the Cape of
Sicil strond
She vewd the
Troian fléete, and army saufly set a lond,
She séeth
Aeneas glad, and plattes vprise for men to dwell,
And nauy desert stand: with boylyng moode her brest doth swell.
Than shakyng mad her head, her wrathfull hart did thus expell.
O hated brood,
A new vexation by
Inno.
O spitefull fortune, me that alway frettes,
This fortune vile of
Troy, how euery chaunce my purpose lettes?
Where they not cleane downkilled? yet could they not be cleane destroid?
Were they not caught? yet could they not be caught? hath fier them noid?
Hath burnyng
Troy them burnt? but through the thrōgs, & through y
e fiers
They founde away? I wéene against their lucke my power expiers.
Or haue I left my wrath? and yet not fylde am falne at rest?
Expulsed from their land I them pursued, and down opprest
With totall power of stormes, and totall seas on them I brought.
Both force of skies and déepes on them I spent, and all for nought.
What good did
Scilla me? what coulde preuayle
Charibdis wood?
Or
Sirtes parlous sands? be they not now in
Tyber flood?
In spite of seas, and mée? and where they wisht are setled sure?
Yet
Mars could haue the might to kill down quite without recure,
The hugye
Centaurs kinde.
Diana did of gods obtayne,
On auncient
Calidon to wreake, while one man did remayne.
For what offence? or how could
Centaurs so, such wrath deserue?
But I, the mighty spouse of
Ioue, whom all things els should serue?
That nothyng left vntried, to euery shift my self transformde:
My strength, my practise spent, and yet my purpose vnperformd:
Aeneas makes me shrinke, and
Troyes of me shall conquest crake.
What should I therefore doubt where euer I can my fréends to make?
Since heauens I may not mooue, yet pits of Hell I will vprake.
From
Italy to kéepe them of, no shift I see can holde.
Let pas
Lauinia wedded néedes shalbe by destny tolde.
Yet still prolong the time, and discorde foule betwéen them bréede,
And peoples both distroy, were in my minde a worthy déede.
The stepsoune and the father both, shall haue theyr loueday fée,
With
Troians and with
Rutils bloud, this wenche endowde shalbée.
This
Venus goodly broode, and second
Paris,
She resē bleth him to
Paris. whose mother in vision seemed to brynge forth a fier brond.
Alecto is reysed.
fine and nice,
Shall bryng again to dust this seconde
Troy, by mine aduise.
Nor
Priams wife alone shalbe, whose wombe a brond of fier,
To world did bryng, but like successe I giue this gentle
[...]uier.
These things whan she had sayd, adown on earth she gréesly falles,
From darke infernall damps,
Alecto mournfull vp she calles.
Alecto foulest fende, in dolefull warres that doth delite,
And wrathes, and treasons vile, and sinnes, and slaunders, and despite.
A dampned monster grimme, whom all her sisters deadly hates,
Her father
Pluto lothes, and euermore she bréedes debates.
Such faces foule she shiftes, so many mouthes she turnyng makes,
So serpentfull she séemes, and ouer all begrowen with snakes.
Whom
Iuno quickned thus, and soone with spéeche she set on fier.
Thou childe of night: Do (virgin) this for me at my desier.
Virgin for none will haue her,
This trauail shalbe thine, let not our honour shrink nor quayle,
Let not the
Troians league with kyng
Latinus ought preuayle.
Nor let them lande obtayne, nor yet this wedlocke to perswade,
Thou best canst worke this feate: Of strife and wo thou hast the trade,
Thou fréendshippes all canst cut, and brethren kinde constraine to fight,
And townes vntwine with hate, and cities whole subuert with spight,
And houses burne with brondes, a thousand shiftes thou hast to spill,
A thousand names of harmes, now shake thy self, and worke thy fill.
Giue causes thick of warre, disturbe this peace that is begonne,
Set al their youth in armes, and to their slaughters let them ronne.
She tarieth not to answere.
Anon
Alecto vile, with poisons ranke infected, flies,
And first to
Latium land, and vp kinge
Latines house she sties,
And to the Quéene
Amata first in secret sort she slides,
Behinde her chamber dore, and close her selfe in silence hides,
Where she,
Amata the queene vexed by
Alecto.
with commyng of this
Troian nation much turmoyld,
Both
Turnus care and wrath, her female brest enflamyng broyld.
To whom this goddesse, from her vgly hear one viper blew
Did draw, and in her bosom soft against her hart she threw.
That therby all her house with sondrie mischiefs should be vext.
He créepyng through her clothes, her tender breast approchyng next,
Did folde himself vnfelt, and serpentes foule within her breathes
Than shiftyng sondry shappes, about her neck himself he wreathes,
And séemes a golden cheine, sometimes a hearlace longe to knit,
To rolle her lockes, and thus from limme to limme doth fall and flit.
And while the poyson first, and ticklyng sting with sokyng sinkes,
And gropes her gristlebones, and venim droppes her sences drinkes.
Nor yet in minde the burnyng flame did rage without restraint,
More soberly she spake, as mothers vse, and made her plaint.
Oft wéepyng for her child, and oft for
Troians wedlocke day.
To wandryng outlawes shall
Lauinia thus be giuen away?
O man: nor of your self regard, nor doughter mercy showes?
Nor me her mother (wretch) whom with the next northwind y
t blowes
This traitour will forsake? and to the seas the pyrat thief,
Our virgin doughter steale, and spoyle from me my comfort chief?
Dissemblyng rouer vile? hath not the like, ere this be séene?
Did
Paris so not cloyne from lands of
Greece dame
Helen quéene?
Where is your godly minde? your woonted carck of contrey déere?
And faith so often plight in
Turnus hand, your kinsman néere?
If son in law from countries straunge, wée only must admit:
As
Faunus answers hids, and in your breast it doth so sit:
All lands that of themselues from our estate are seuered cleane,
I call them straunge, and so I take, in déede the gods do meane.
Than
Turnus (if ye list his elders line to call in minde)
Of great
Micena towne, and middes of
Greece you shall him finde.
Of
Inachus descent, and of
Acrisius noble kinde.
With language like, whan she
Latinus minde in vayne had felt,
And séeth him still withstand, and poyson more did inward melt,
Which from the serpent shed, and all her limmes infectyng straied:
Than verily with monsters huge affright, and déepe dismaied,
She raylyng rampes and runnes, and through the towne she troubleth al.
Much like,
This play is yet vsed in
wales, & the ball is called
knappan. Bacchus triumphes: much lyke to our morice daunces in sommer. Commotion of women.
as whan by strength of slyng is cast a whirlyng ball,
Whom boyes for their disport, in cloyster wide, or vacant halles
Infentif driue with noyse. It thrown with force, before them falles.
The carelesse prease pursues, with wondryng much the bowl of boxe,
From youth to youth that rolles, their corage kindlith more by knoxe.
None otherwise, and with no lesse concours she gaddes about,
Through cities middes and townes, and people thicke she gathereth out.
Besides all this in woods, with faynyng feast of
Bacchus name,
A greater mischief springes, and fransie more and voyde of shame,
She flies abroade, and in the busshie hilles her doughter hides,
The
Troians to preuent, while day of wedlocke passyng slides.
With heaue and hoaw, on
Bacchus name they shout. For thée alone,
This virgin worthy is, thou shalt her wed or neuer none.
Thou god, thy custome is, to shake triumphant hie thy speares,
Thy chief delite is daunse, thou comly kéepest thy holy heares.
The Fame outflies, and madnesse like enflames the mountayne wiues,
To seeke them dwellinges new, the Quéenes example out them driues.
Their houses all they leaue, and with their heares disheuilid bare,
Their naked neckes they wag, and frantiklyke they rage and fare.
Some other lift their voyce, and skies they fill with quaueryng shrickes,
And girt in skinnes they iet, with vinetrée garlands borne on prickes.
Her self among the middes with flamyng torch in hand outsprynges.
Proclames her doughter bryde, and
Turnus wedlockes feast she singes,
With wrestyng wilde her face, and sodenly with bloudread eyen
She makes a noyse. O matrons wise, O fréends, O subiectes mine.
Who euer
Latine bloud doth loue, and you that mothers be,
Vnlace your heades attyre, and celebrate this daunce with me.
To
Bacchus let vs singe and to the mountaines out go we,
If any gentell hart doth pitie this my wofull plight,
If any touched be with iust remorse of mothers right.
Thus into desert mountayne woods, and hauntes of beastes vnmilde,
Alecto stingyng driues this carefull Quéene with madnesse wilde.
Whan she with mischeif such kyng
Latins counsell troubled had,
And topsituruy tost his houshold all with sorowes sad:
Incontinent this dolefull dame vpsterts, with waylfull winges,
And to the walles of
Turnus bold,
Alecto incenseth
Turnus kig of y
e
Rutils, to whom the virgin was despoused.
Arde in
Italy.
in
Rutil realme, she flinges.
Which citie, whan dame
Danae by stormes was cast on grounde,
Men say she first did builde, and for a vow the same did founde.
A place, which of our gransirs olde did
Ardea name obtayne,
Of anticke date, and yet the name of great
Arde doth remayne.
The fortune, sometime was: there
Turnus kyng in toures of might,
Was takyng swéet his rest, and sléepyng sounde at darke midnight.
Alecto than, her frownyng face, and fendly limmes of wormes
Puts of, and to a woman old in likenesse her transformes.
Her forhead foule with wrinckels long she plowes, and horewhite heares
In cap and kerchief knittes, and Oliue braunche theron she weares.
Like
Calibee, dame
Iunos temple Sexten, old of yéeres.
And sodenly before his eies with these woordes she appéeres.
Why
Turnus? wilt thou sée thy labours longe thus lost in vayne?
And canst thou suffer
Troian clownes thy kyngdom thus obtayne?
Kyng
Latin thée reiectes, and with thy bloud that thou hast bought,
Thy wedlock he denies, and heyres of aliens in are brought.
Go now, go venture yet thy self in danger, laught to skorne.
Go fight, and vanquish yet the
Tirrhens host, their enmies sworne.
Bring
Latines to their peace, and kill their foes, for thanke forlorne.
These thinges to thée to tell (where now thou liest in pleasant rest)
Almighty
Iuno bad, and me this time on message drest.
Wherfore come of, in mustryng call thy youth, and through thy landes
In harneis put thy power, come boldly forth with all thy bandes,
And
Troians now by
Tiber flood that sit, with captaynes all,
Destroy them down to death, and burne their ships resist that shall.
The great assent of heauenly gods so biddes, and kyng
Latine,
If he refuse to obey, and to thy wedlocke due encline:
Than let him féele, and
Turnus power at last repentyng know.
The bachler hearyng this, to her in mockyng made a mow.
Than thus he sayd. The nauy lately brought to
Tiber shore:
Not as thou dost coniect, hath béen to me vntolde before.
Fayne me no néedelesse feare, no such tumult, nor
Iuno Quéene
Vnmindefull is of vs.
But thou a dotyng trot, whom withryd age from trueth exiles,
In vayn thy self dost vexe, with causelesse carke (O foole therwhiles)
And kings affayres, & warres with néedelesse feare thy minde begiles.
More méete thy temple kéepe, and serue thy gods good aged crone.
To men belonges the warres, let men with warres and peace alone.
In talkyng thus:
Alecto flamyng wood with wrathfull looke
Vprose, and sodenly his limmes a tremblyng palsie tooke.
His eyes vpstaryng stoode such sundrie faces out she settes,
So many hissyng snakes, so many wayes she fomyng frettes.
Than burnyng broad with eyes, as he in space would more haue spoke,
She thrust him of, and serpentes twaine from among her locks she broke
And strake him, loud than from her mouth these words she kest w
t smoke
Lo, I the dotyng trotte whom witherid age from trueth exiles.
Whom kynges affayres and warres with néedlesse carke affraid begiles.
Looke herevpon: lo, here I am, of hagges infernall most,
Both warres, and death in hand I bryng.
So speakyng, to the yonge mans brest a firebrond hoat she cast,
With blustryng smoky light, and in his hart she fixt it fast.
Than from his dead sléepe feare him brake, his bones and all his limmes
On water brastyng out, and streamyng swet down gushyng swimmes.
For armour, mad he crieth: for armour, house, and bed he turnes,
With cursed rage of warres, and loue of stéele that inward burnes.
His wrath vpswelles, as whan a caudron great is set on fyre,
And stickes are kindled fast, and flame with noyse doth close vpspyre,
The liquor leapes for heate, and water waues vptossyng toyles
In smoke, and ouer flowyng flood of fome redoundyng boyles,
Nor can it self receyue, the vapor blacke in ayer vp flies.
A choyce therfore of youth to kyng
Latine to sende he hies,
Renounsing league of peace, and bids him straight prepare to fight,
To cleare the coast from foes, and to defende
Italias right,
Or he agaynst them both with power sufficyng will descend.
Whan this was sayd, his gods he calles with vows, good lucke to send.
Than straight the
Rutils striue, who shalbe first to serue the wars,
Eche man himself exhorts, him beauty fresh of youth prefars,
Him kings his gransirs moues, him déedes of armes before time tried.
While
Turnus thus the
Rutils mindes with boldenesse fiercely plied:
Alecto to the
Troian nation drew, and foule with wynges,
For new deuise a place she spies,
Alecto trobleth the
Troians.
and theron swift she sprynges.
Where fayre
Ascanius stoode, and on the shore the time to passe
With engins after beastes, and course of runnyng huntyng was.
There sodenly, among his houndes, this virgin vile of Hell
Did cast a trayne, and by the suite their noses fild with smell,
A Harte to finde and rouse, which afterward of mischiefs all
Was chiefest cause, and first the plowmen made to fighting fall.
A Harte there was of comely porte, and huge with hornes yspred,
A tame stag.
Whom
Tirrhus children (from the dug withdrawen) for pleasure bred,
And
Tirrhus great their sier, that for the kyng had all the charge
Of beastes, and trusted was with heardes that fed in pastures large.
Him tame at euery becke their sister
Siluia déere did loue,
And wreathyng garland flowres, would trimly trick his hornes aboue,
And pure in fountaynes washe, and comely kembe his wanton lockes.
He suffryng euery hand, his maisters bourd, and féedyng flockes
Did vse, and thence abroad in woods, and through his woonted gate,
He would returne to home, though night on him were nere so late,
Him wandryng loof astray, where childe
Ascanius swift did hunt,
His houndes before them had, as he by custome kept his wont,
To soyle himself in flood, and vnder banckes to voyde the heat.
Ascanius kindled than, with loue of prayse and corage great,
His dart for ioy outdrew, and crooked bowe he bent of horne,
Desirous of that stagge, and seldom sawe the like beforne.
Nor from his hand the goddesse absent was, but sharpely sent
The quarrey through the paunche, and through the guts w
t sounding wēt
The wounded beast forthwith vnto his maisters house he drew,
And brayed with piteous noyse, and waylyngs loud he bléedyng threw,
Like one beséeching helpe, and all the house with mournyng vext.
Their sister
Siluia, beatyng both her handes, for wo perplext,
Outcalles the hines for ayde, and plowmen tough, and neighbors next.
They sodenly (for in the woods the plage yet lurkyng sat)
Assemblyng flocke themselues, one brought in hand a burned bat,
Another caught a clubbe, with heauy knobbes, and what they founde:
Echman outhrynges, wrath wepon makes, them
Tirrhus gathreth round
As he by chaunce that time with earnest minde an oke did cliue
In quarter shides, and wedges strong with force therin did driue.
He tooke his axe, and downe with threatning huge descendyng blowes,
But from her tootyng place
Alecto foule that mischief sowes,
(Whan she her time espied) she flew, and tooke the houses hie,
And on the stable top she sat, to reare the countrey crie.
Her fendly voyce she lifts, in crooked crinkled horne on height,
And blew the heardmans blast, and wonted signe to rise and fight,
So loude: that with the sounde thereof, the trées with tremblyng shakes
And caues of mountayne rocks, and woods of déepnes thōdring makes.
The lakes aloof it heard, and floods and fountaynes neighbours all,
And sulphur streames of
Nar and mountayne waters downe that fall
And trembling mothers to their breast did clasp their children small.
Than verily vnto that noyse, where first their trompet blew,
The countrey clownes vprose, with tooles, and wepons thick they drew,
Stifnecked plowmen stoute: the
Troian youth also brake out,
With open campe, and to
Ascanius rescue drewe for doubt.
Their armies out they spreade not now like fraies of countreis chubs.
Nor worke with burned bats, nor sharped stakes, nor mountayn clubs.
But trie with edged tooles, and euery féelde with swordes vpright,
As stubble starckly stands, and thicke with pointes of weapons pight,
The shéelde with sunne vpshines, and to the cloudes repulse their light
As whan the tempest riseth first, and seas doth white beginne
By small and small to swell, and belchyng flouds reboyle within,
At last aloft it mountes, and to the skies the bottom skippes.
Before the voward first, an arowe swift that soundyng slippes.
Doth
Almon throw to ground, that
Tirrhus childe and eldest was,
Beneath his throate it stack, and where his breath and voyce should pas
It stopt, and with his tender life expiring left his blood.
About him bodies thicke of men, and olde
Galesus good
In medlyng making peace, a man of right and iustnesse most
That was, and greatest wealth sometime in all
Italia cost.
Fiue flockes of shéepe he had, and heards of cattels féeding fiue,
And soile so much did turn, as plowes a hundred still did driue.
While these things woorking were with equal chaunce on both the parts:
The spitefull Goddesse spied so great successe in al her artes,
And peoples fierce of both, with blood and battel ful embrewd.
And saw their armies ioynt in flaughters vile together glewd:
She left
Italia land, and through the skies of compas wide,
Dame
Iuno to she comes, and thus she spake with bragging pride.
Lo thy request is done, now strife, and warres among them is,
Go bid them fréendly ioyne, and louyngly like neighbors kisse,
Alecto to Iuno.
Since
Troians haue begun
Italians blood thus much to spill:
Yet more I shall augment (if I may know it be thy will)
The townes and borders next I will with rumours set on fier,
And make them such vprore, that battels mad thei shal desier,
And bustling run to help, and euery sielde with armour spréede,
Than
Iuno said: ynough there is of false deceite and dréede,
Good causes stands of warre. Together now I sée they roonne,
With bloodshed both embrued, this game of thine is well begoonne.
Such wedlocks let them make, that goodly broode, that
Venus elfe.
Such feaste is for them fit, and for the kinge
Latine him self.
Thy person ouer mortall skies with longer leaue to stray:
The guider great of heauen for ease of mandkind doth denay.
Giue place this time, if any chaunce or trauaile be behinde,
My self shall take that charge. So
Iuno speakyng tolde her minde.
She mountyng furth did flie, with squeakyng wings of lothly snakes.
And leauyng light of skies, her wonted seat in Hell she takes.
In middes of
Italy,
Descriptiō of a place in
Italy where
Alecto went downe to Hell.
there is a place in mountaynes colde,
Right notable, and for the maruell much in countreys tolde.
A darsome vale and déepe, with woods encompast thicke on sides,
And headlong down there sinkes, in middes of rockes that hils deuides,
A roryng stinkyng poole, and breakyng stones the brooke doth sounde.
A dongeon darke there is, and dreedfull gulf of gapyng grounde,
Where deadly breath outbreakes.
Alecto there (so god did please)
Did hide her hatefull head, and heauen and earth thereby did ease.
Nor nothyng lesse this while, dame
Iunos hand did workyng cease.
The numbers all of heardes, vnto the citie came with prease,
To kyng
Latinus court, and brought in sight the bodies twayne,
Of
Almon flouryng lad, and good
Galesus fouly slayne.
They crie their gods for aide, and to the kynge their case complayne.
In middes of that, is
Turnus nere at hand, with sworde and fire
He threatneth
Latin kyng, that
Troians wedlocke would requyre.
Outlandysh bloud brought in, himself reiect, the realme defilde.
Than from the woods the wiues, whom
Bacchus daunce astoined wilde
Cam rampyng down w
t drōmes y
e quéenes respect doth giue them sprite.
From euery coast men come, and with the
Troians crie to fight,
Eche one agaynst al right, against all gods, for warre doth call.
The subiectes swarmyng rise, and to kyng
Latins court they fall.
He, like a rocke in seas resistyng standes, vnmoouid, fast,
Full like a rocke in seas, whan surgyng waues with winde are cast,
Whom strokes of water strikes, with barkyng sound, and beates about,
It self with weight it staies, the flouds in vayne their fomyng spout,
With ratlyng loud of stones the sides repulse the fléetyng wéedes.
Whan nothyng doth preuayle, and blinde outrage his counsell leedes,
And after
Iunos becke he séeth how backward thinges appéeres:
Protestyng much his gods, and aier of skies that nothyng héeres,
Wée runne to wracke (ꝙ he) that wo is me, with tempest borne.
Your selues shall first repent, and pay for this your bloud for sworne.
O wretched soules, O sinfull
Turnus, thou shalt bide the paynes,
And call to late thy gods, a dolefull death for thée remaynes.
For I am sauf at rest, my feble ship is brought to shore,
Of happy funerals I am dispoyld. And made no talkyng more:
But lockt himself in walles, and rule of thyngs did cleane forsake.
The maner was in
Latium lande, which cities all did take,
And sacred custome kept, now
Rome most mighty still retaynes.
Whan first their warres they mooue, or for renowne wil take the paines
To conquer feas or landes, or to the
Moores giue mortall warres,
To nations vnder North, and countreys distant far from starres,
Or peirce with power to
Inde, and séeke the seat of mornyng sunne,
Or from the
Parthies people fetch,
Descriptiō of
Ianus tē ple at
Rome that neuer was shut but in peace and most in
Augustus time
Ianus had two faces wherby was signified prudēs to looke both before and behind in beginnyng of warre.
with bloudshed standardes wonne:
Two gates of warre there be, for so theyr names at
Rome they beare,
Religious, sacred kept to dredfull
Mars, and temple there,
A hundred brasen boltes, and euerlastyng strength of stéele
Doth locke the same, and
Ianus kéeper standes at threshold héele.
These gates, whan sentence first of fight the lordes haue full decréed,
Himself the
Consull chief, in robes of pompe, and purple wéede,
In warlikewise begyrt, with romblyng noyse abroade displaies.
And first proclames the warres, than all the youth in their araies.
And blastes of brasen hornes with hoarce assent concordyng braies.
In such a sort, kyng
Latin than the
Troians to defie
Commaunded was, but he the gréeuous gates would not come nie,
The good prince did refuse, and from that seruice vile he fled,
And kept himself in close, and vnder darkenesse hid his hed.
Dame
Iuno than her self, the queene of heauen, adown did slyde,
And tooke the lingring gates, and shouyng set them open wyde,
Them turnyng swift with noyse, and brasen postes and hinges brast.
Than all
Italia land (vnmooued earst) their peace vpcast.
Vncald they stur themselues, some runnes as footemen fierce in féelde,
Some stur their startlyng stéedes, & dust vpthrowes & speares thei wéeld
Ethe man for armour cries, and some their shéeldes and harneis light
With fat of lard they scoure, & whetstones hacke to make them bright.
Their streamers glad they beare, and trompets sound with ioy they here.
Fiue cities great therfore, with forges set in countreis nere,
Renew them fighting tooles, both
Tyber proude, and
Atin stronge,
And
Arde, and
Crustum toures, and great
Antemna large and longe.
Their metall masse they bowe, and for their heades the stedfast plates,
And buckler bosses broade, and wickers weaue for target grates.
Some beat them coates of brasse, or sturdy brestplate hard they driue,
And some their gauntlets gilde, or bootes with siluer nesh contriue.
Regard of shares and culters all they leaue, both sithe and plough
They turn to this, and swordes, and glauies, in furneis neale they tough.
And sagbuttes now they founde, vp goeth the signe to battell strokes.
One gettes his shéelde for hast, an other swift his horses yokes
In chace to ride, and helmet bright on puttes, thréedubbled shyrtes
Of Golde, with gorget great, and trusty sworde about him gyrtes,
Now
Muses mooue my songe,
He describeth the musters, & gatheryng of princes cōspired agaynst
Aeneas.
now let me sup your learning springs,
To tell what nations tough, what captaynes fierce, what noble kinges,
With armies filde the féeldes, what armour stronge, what manred bolde,
Italia sacred land did flourishyng that time vpholde.
You ladies, you remember best, and vttryng best can speake.
Skant breathyng thinne of fame by vs doth passe with pipling weake.
First entreth warre from
Tirrhen coast,
Mezentius, tirant kyng,
Despiser proude of Gods, and armies stronge with him doth bryng.
Than
Lausus next his son, whose corps in beauty péere had none.
That time, and chiefest fame did beare, saue
Turnus corps alone.
Prince
Lausus, conquerour of beastes, and tamer strong of stéedes,
A thousande men from
Agillina towne him after léedes.
In vayne that followd him for loue: well worthy to haue had
A father not so naught, and of his realme to be more glad.
Next them, triumphant fierce with stéedes that wager all did winne,
Duke
Auentine, sir
Hercles worthy séede, of heauenly kinne:
Victoriously out shewes his charet faier, and bare in shéelde
His fathers armes, a hundred dreadfull dragons huge to wéelde,
A hundred serpentes grimme, and
Hidra monster girt with snakes,
Whom
Rhea virgin préest, as she to God her seruice makes,
In
Auentinus mount, and bushes thick by stelth out brought:
Engendring mixt with God, whan
Hercules had conquest wrought
In
Spayne, and
Gerion downe kild, and to
Italia strand
Arriuing braught his beastes, and oxen faier had set a land.
Their parlous pykes in hand, and puncheons close in staues they beare,
And pykes lyke broaches long, and fight with foyne of pointed speare.
Him self on foote, a fold of Lions huge vnweldy hide,
With brestlid heares vnkemt, and tusked white, and gaping wide
In helmet wise did weare, so to the court he come ful rough:
All terribel, and his fathers wéede he bare on shoulders tough.
Than brethren twaine of
Tiber strong, forsooke
Tiburtus walles,
(A towne that of their brothers name the people yet so calles.)
Both
Coras and
Catillus, eger knights of
Greekish kynd,
Before the voward went, in weapons thick as swift as wynd.
Lyke Bulles, or misbegotten
Centaures twaine, from cloudy hilles
Descende with stamping noise, and hedlong downe with restles willes
They run, that woods do rustling yeld, and bowes with breaking crack.
Nor of
Praenesta towne, the founder first therof did lacke:
Vulcanus dredful sun, a king of beastes and mountaines cold,
A fondling found besides a fier (as all report hath told)
King
Ceculus, a legion large of heardmen next his side,
And men of hie
Praeneste towne, and al that compas wide,
Dame
Iunos sacred lande, and
Auiena riuer chill,
And al that
Hernick stones (with watry springs bedewed) do till.
Whome
Amaseni pastures féedes, and ritch
Anagnia féelds,
Nor harneis to them all, nor charrets ratling ben, nor shéelds.
The greatest sort with slinges, their plummet lompes of lead out squats.
And some their sheues of dartes, their heads defensed broade with hats
Of heary skinnes of wolues, their rightside shankes be naked bare.
Such is their shift, their leftside legges with raw hides couered are.
But king
Messapus, Neptunes child, that coursers wild can tyer,
Whom nether strength of stéele can ouerthrowe, nor force of fier,
His peoples long in rest, and out of vre of battel strife;
Doth sodenly vpcal, and teach to handle sword and knife.
They from their
Fescen hilles, and from
Faliscus equal toftes,
They from
Soractus towers, and yelow féeldes of
Flauine croftes,
And mount of
Ciminus with lake, where
Capens woods outsprang,
By numbers like they went, and on their king in praise they sang.
As swannes, that in the waueringe cloudes do flie, with sounding swéete,
Returning from their foodes, whan singing flocks in one do méete,
With stretched necks, their melody they yeld, their mixed voyce,
Rebounding beates the skies, that lakes and riuers do reioyce,
And
Asia longe aloofe.
Nor by their noyse men knew, that harnest bands their clattring cast.
But lyke a cloude of foules, that from the seas were forcid fast,
And neare to shore were come, and hoarce with cries their chanel past.
Behold from
Sabines auncient bloode, sir
Clausus doth procéede,
With mighty throng, and like a thronge him self, asmuch to dréede.
From whom descending comes both tribe, and house of
Claudia line
In
Latium land, since
Rome to
Sabines first did part incline.
Togither
Amiterna manred stronge, and burgeis townes.
And al
Mutusca strength, that Oliues beare, and all their downes,
They that
Nomentum citie kept, and rosy countreis pure
Of
Velin, and
Seuerus hylles, and al that thought them sure
In
Tetrix rocky cragges, and such as turne the fertile soile
Of
Forulos, and where
Himella streame ful fast doth boyle.
And they that
Tiber waters drinkes, or
Fabaris good floodes.
Or whō
Casperia sent, or
Nursia cold for want of woodes.
And peisants al of
Latine land, and seamen come from ships.
Allia a ryuer where the
Romās had diuers ouerthrowes, and therfore cursed it.
And all that feete in cursyd streames of dampned
Allia dippes.
As thick as winter waues in marble seas as turnd and tost.
Whan stormes and tempest rise, and sight of starres and light is lost.
Or like to standing corne, that parchid is with heat of sonne:
So thick the people prease, from euery coast to warre they ronne.
The ratling shieldes resound, the soyl with trampling beaten quakes.
Than
Agamemnons child, an enmy old of
Troy, a wakes,
Halesus, borne on steedes, and to king
Turnus armies great,
A thousand people brings, of them that ground with mattockes beat
To till the blisfull vaines, and they that rake the mountaines fat,
Of
Messica, and nere the seas al husbandment that sat.
And all
Auruncus youth, and they that
Caleis lande forsooke
And dwellers all beside the fourdes of sholde
VVlturnus brooke.
Saticula their testy people sent, and
Osca strength.
Their weapons troncheons be, and malles of maces, smal of length.
But them by lethrin thongs they while and draw, such is their gise,
Their lefthands Targets kéepe, and hooked Fawchons from them flies.
Nor thou from this accompt, and verses mine shalt passe vntolde
O
Ebalus, whom
Telon gat (as goeth reporte of olde)
Of lady
Sebethis (that
Nimphe) whan he the kyngdome hent
Of
Capreas, and landes, but not his sonne therwith content:
Sarrastes people riche with empier sore that time did tread,
And welthy countries large, where
Sarnus brooke to sea doth lead,
And they that
Batulus doth holde, and
Rufas féeldes obiect,
And all that frutefull vale, that
Bella citie may prospect.
Like
Almain rutters, borespeares longe they whirle, or foynyng forks,
Their nuddockes bolstred ben, and skulles of heads with barkes of corks
Thei shine with brasen sheeldes, thei shine with swords, & rapiers bright.
And thée to warres thy countrey
Nursa sent, O noble knight,
O
Vfens, much renowmed both of déedes, and great good chaunce,
Whose mountayne people strong, with practise longe of sworde & launce,
And huntyng still in woods, and breakyng clottes ben hard of flesh.
They weaponed till the grounde, and euer more their prayes a fresh
They fetch from countreys nere, it doth them good to driue and watche.
They liue by bootie spoyle, it is their owne what ere they catche.
Than from
Marrhubia there came a Preist, and prophet gay.
His helmet compas knit with lucky bowes of Oliue spray.
From kyng
Archippus sent, most valiaunt knight of
Vmber lande,
That woonted was with songes, and with his charmes, and holy hand,
All poysoned adders kinde, and serpentes dreadfull cast on sléepe,
And calm their wrathes and stinges, and from their bityng peoples kéepe
And ease with art their woundes, and venims all confounde and choke.
But not the
Troyan blade coulde he auoyde nor heale the stroke
Of great
Aeneas dint, nor to his woundes coulde helpe him ought
His sléeping songs in vain, nor lechecraft herbes on mountaynes sought.
For thée, the woods did wayle, for thée the fountaynes cleare as glasse:
For thée, the waters wept: and lakes lamentyng cried alas:
In all
Angitia land.
Than of
Hippolitus also, the childe most worthy went,
Syr
Virbius, whom fresh of fame his mother
Aritia sent,
Brought vp in saluage woods, and by the banckes of holsome streames
Of dame
Dianas walke, and
Nimphe Egerias desert realmes.
For whan
Hippolitus (by olde report) was put to payne,
And by his stepdams craft, was of his father giltlesse slayne,
In péeces drawn with stéedes, agayn to breath and worldly skies,
He was (men say) vpcald, and eft from death to life did rise,
By power of
Phoebus herbes, and at
Dianas sute for loue.
The almighty father than, and king of heauen that reygnes aboue,
Disdaining, that a mortal man from dead soules might reuart:
The finder of that phisick first,
Esculapius was throwne to
Limbo for reising of
Hippolitus to life.
and him that made that art,
(
Apollos learnyd son) with lightning dint to
Lymbo threw.
Diana than,
Hippolitus to secret woodes withdrew,
From fight of man, and to
Egeria Nimphe did him betake,
Where he alone in desert groues doth worldly care forsake,
Nor praise of people séekes, but leading life as he best can,
Virbius. i. bis vir.
He yet remaynes, with name conuerted
Virbius, Twise a man.
Therfore it is, that from
Dianas woodes, and temples cléere
All horses ben forbyd, nor to her seruice may come néere.
For they affraied did flée, at sight of monsters than that sprang
From seas, and down the yong man threw, and charet ouerflang.
Yet nerethelesse his son, couragiously with horse in féeld
Did ronne, and fyrisprited stéeds in charet fierce did wéeld.
Turnus.
Himself among the chief, with valiant body,
Turnus bright,
Displaies himself in armes, aboue all men with head vpright.
Whose triple crownid creast, and helmet hie, with vgly pawes
Chimera monster holdes, and sparcling flames she spoutes at iawes.
The more she fretting fumes, and more with burnings waxeth wood:
The more that fighting feeldes embrew them selfs in sheding blood.
But on his target smothe, dame
Io standes, with hornes vpright,
Imboasid pure in gold, euen like a cowe, with hear in sight.
A storie huge to learne: and
Argus, with his hundred eien,
Did kéepe that virgin there: so portraid was that worck deuine:
And
Inachus his noble streame did powre from pitcher fine.
A cloude of footemen following him pursues, and mixt with dust,
The shieldes, and harneis dimmes, & clustring thick in throngs thei thrust
As well the
Greekish youth, as al the strength of
Rutill handes,
Auruncus ayde, and all
Sicanus cities auncient bandes.
Sacrana crewes,
Labicus painted buclers, and besides
All such as
Tyber hilles, and sacred shore therof deuydes,
That
Rutil ground vpgrubbes, and with their shares applie the soyle,
And al that on the mountains neck of
Circes seat do toyle.
And
Anxurs holy hilles, where
Ioue himself is patron chief.
Faronia ioyfull town, of gréene wood groue that tooke relief.
The way that
Vfens mighty streame doth stray, and black with pooles,
Doth séeke by déepest bales, and in the seas himself he cooles,
And ouer this, there came from
Volsca realme,
Camilla a Lady.
Camilla stout,
With trowpes of horsemen fresh, and glistring footemen many arout.
She closid last her crewes, a woman warlike, strong and sterne.
She neither weauing tooles, nor distaffe worke did vse or lerne.
Nor female fingers had, but bruntes of warres
Virago grymme
Wold beare, and ouerpasse the windes, with lightnes swift of lymme.
She for a pastime wold, on croppes vpright of standing corne
Haue flowen, and with her tender féete, haue neuer an eare down borne.
Or in the middes of seas, on swelling waues before they réele,
Wolde course haue fet, and neither dipt in water, toe nor héele.
From houses al and féeldes, the youth with wondring issued out,
And matrons gasing stood, both how she rides behind the rout:
How princely purple kéepes her shulders light, how trym her heares
With gold are vnderknit, her quiuer gorgeous how she beares,
And dreadful launce of length, and pointed like to fosters speares.
DEO GRATIAS.
Per Thomam Phaer,
in foresta Kilgerran
finitum iii. Decembris. Anno. 1557. Opus xii. dierum.
¶ The eyght booke of the Aeneidos of Ʋirgil.
The Argument.
¶
Turnus giueth a signe of warre out of
Laurentum castle, and ioyneth vnto him self in ayd all
Latium, and the cities neare aboute:
Venulus also is sent to
Arpos vnto
Diomedes to perswade him to warre by likenesse of the danger. Wherat
Aeneas mooued, and distrustyng the smalenesse of his power: is admonished by
Tiberinus, and brought vp alonge the riuer into that place where
Rome was afterward buylded, and there requireth ayde of kyng
Euander, who fliyng forth of
Arcadia: founded a citie vpon the hill
Palatinus, called
Pallanteum. When
Euander vnderstoode the cause of
Aeneas cōmyng, he courteously receaueth him into his house, and takyng him with him vnto the sacrafice and solemnities of
Hercules wherein he was then busie: sheweth him the cause, and the maner of the sacrafice, and reciteth to his gest the names of the cheifest places in those quarters The next day
Aeneas beyng ayded with foure hundred horsemen whom
Pallas, Euanders only sonne did gouerne, and part of the power he sendeth vnto his men downe the streame, him self with the residue goeth to
Agylla, the most flouryshyng citie of
Tyrrhens who bare deadly hatred agaynst
Mezentius, whom for his intollerable crueltie, they had driuen out of his kyngedome. In this whyle,
Vulcane entised therto by the flattery of
Venus maketh armour for his sonne in law, whiche she bryngeth vnto
Aeneas. Who beyng surprised with he beutie therof: diligently woundreth at euery thynge therin, especially his targat, wherin were curiously engrauen such noble exploytes as should be valiantly atchiued, by his worthy posteritie.
WHen signe of war from
Laurent towres king
Turnus vp did reare,
And hornes vp blowen wish blasses, their trēblyng tunes full hoarce did teare,
When first his egre stéedes, and armour clattryng gan to clashe:
Mens mindes molested rose, and sodenly vnbrydeled rashe
The youth for madnesse runnes, all
Latin townes for quakyng feare
Tumultuous clustryng ioyne, and league confeddryng knit they sweare.
Messapus and duke
Vfens leaders chief, and puft with pride
Mezentius gods dispiser, power of men from euery side
They draw, and voyde of filmen wide dispeoplyng spoyle the shyres.
Then to the mightie towne of
Diomedes with desires
Is
Venulus out sent, his needefull strength in time to call,
Instructed playne by mouth, what thyng to him declare he shall:
How
Troians to
Italia landes are come, and what a fléete
Aeneas bryngs of ships, and how their gods that vnder féete
Were conquerd late by
Greekes, he now exaltyng sets in fame,
And kyng will néedes be cald, and saith him destnie giues that name,
Dilatyng more, how many nations béen that ioygne their déedes
With
Troy: and how the
Troian name in
Latium shrewdly spréedes,
What these beginnyngs meane, and if his chaunce should giue successe
What sequel worke he would: more manifest him self may gesse
Then either
Turnus kyng, or kyng
Latinus list expresse.
Such woorke in
Latium lande there was. All which consideryng great,
The
Troian prince did view, and fluddes of care his breast did beat.
His wisdom swift now here, now there, he kest, and did deuide
In sundrie thoughts his minde: and ech deuise he tost and tried:
As in some brasen cawdrons lippes, where water standyng streames,
When sunne reflected shines, or face of Moone with quiueryng beames:
The twincklyng light vp leapes, eche corner séekes and flickering flits,
Now hie, now low, and tops of house, and rafters waueryng hits.
Then was it night, and creatures all that wéery were on grounde,
Both byrdes & groueling kindes of beastes déepe sleape hath setled sound:
When lorde
Aeneas vnderneath colde skies in sight of stars,
Perturbed much in minde with troublous carcks of heauy wars:
As on a banke he sat, sore musyng sad with carefull brest:
He layde him downe at last, and late his limmes he gaue to rest.
To him the god of
Tiber flood, which rules that pleasant place,
In vision showed himself,
Tyber a riuer nigh
Rome.
vprising graue with antique face,
Among the Poppler leaues in grisell gowne of droppyng wéedes,
A sayle his shulders spred, his hear beshadowed was with réedes,
Than speaking thus,
Aeneas hart with comfort words he feedes.
O heauenly childe of gods, that
Troy destroyed dost now re
[...]ore,
Which bringst vs
Troian wals, and lastyng wealth for euermore,
Longe looked for of
Laurent feeldes, and townes of
Latium great,
Here is thy certein house: do thou not shrinke thy certein seate,
Nor feare thée not for all these threatnynges huge: all bréede and yres
Of gods appeased cease.
And now to thee (least fansie vayne this dreame thou do suppose)
A Sow of mightie sise furth with thou shalt sée layde in woase:
Beneth a banke, among the rootes, with thirtie sucklings out,
Al white her self on grounde, and white her brats her dugges about,
There shal thy citie stand: there is thy rest of labours last:
Where thy
Alcanius prince, whan ten tymes thre of yeres ar past:
Shal famous
Alba buylde, and of that surname cal this lande.
No fables I pronunce, now of this thing thou hast in hande,
How thou shalt victour be giue eare in brief I wil thée tell.
A nation on these fronters cald
Arcadia neare doth dwell:
From
Pallants line they came, and king
Euander vp they tooke,
They chase theyr place, and citie builded on that mountaines nooke,
Which of his grandsier
Pallant slain, now
Palanteum hights.
This nation with
Latinus folkes, discording dayly fights.
Take them to thy relief, and league with them compounde and smight,
Myself along these bancks shal thée conduct with passage light,
Against these streames with ores: that nothing let thy spéede to stay.
Arise, go to thou goddesse son: and first when starres decaye
To
Iuno make thy vowe: her threatning mode and wrahtful tene
With prayers meekly please: and when thy conquestes ended bene,
Than me thou shalt reward: for I am he that fléeting déepe
Do straine these bancks thou séest, and pastures fat do féede and kéepe,
Most ioyfull
Tyber blue, best liked streame to heauens on hie,
Here is my mighty house, here cities great my head may spie.
He sayd: And sodainly his flood, he foltring mixt in lake
From sight.
Aeneas eies both night and sléepe did than forsake,
He rose, and with his face vpright against the mounting sonne,
Whan first his hands he dipt in waters pure that there did ronne,
He helde them vp to skies: and thus his voice he straight begonne.
O
Nimphes, o
Laurent Nimphes, o Quéene of streames & waters cléere
And thou o
Tyber o thou blessed flood and father déere,
Receaue
Aeneas now, and from these daungers last defend.
Where euer sacred lake, that pitie such dost vs extend
In our extreme distresse, what euer soyle and fountaine faire
Conteines thy holy head: vnto thy seate wil I repaire,
Myne honours euer due, and euer gifts thou shalt haue good,
Hornfronted kingly god, of westerne streames Imperial flood,
Be with vs, o this time, and al thy grace do prosper full.
So spake he than, and from his fléete two barges apt doth cull,
With rancks of rowers twayne, and all his campe in armour set.
Behold, for sodenly theyr eyes a wondrous monster met.
For by the shore among the rootes on ground in gréene wood shawe
This sowe was prophecied of before.
A Sowe of syse vnséene, all colour white with broode they sawe.
Whom good
Aeneas vnto thée (o
Iuno most of powre)
Euen all to thée he kild, and on thine altars did auowre.
That liuelong night did
Tyber flood his streames downe couch and calme
With lingryng soft, that neither moouyng made of waue nor walme,
But milde most like a poole, or pleasant ponde of water dull,
So setled smoothe it stoode: that nothyng lets their ores to pull.
Their way therefore begunne with talkyng cherely plied they fast:
Thannoynted Firtrée slides, by shelues and fourdes along they past:
The waters wondryng stoode, and woods with woondring gasing made
At shinyng shéeldes of men, far glistryng straung of newcome trade,
They gase at gorgious ships, and painted pups aloft that swims,
They pluckyng swift their Ores, that night and day do tyre their lims,
And reatches long they win: that trées with bowes do hide them oft,
And circles wide they cut in waters gréene of shadowes soft.
And through the woods they wade, & gladsom groues that grow a loft.
The flamyng sunne his compast midst of heauen had entred in:
When towre and walles they spie,
They came where
Rome now standes.
and from a far the houses thinne,
Which now the Romain might, to match the starres haue made so tal
Euander king that time, that citie kept of substance small,
They swifly turne their shippes, and to the towne approchinge fall.
That day as Fortune was,
Euander king in solempne guise
His patrone feast did kéepe, with honours great to gods in skies.
But vnto
Hercules most chief, in gréene wood groue vpstald
Afront the towne. His onely son with him was, (
Pallas cald)
With him the chief of youth, and Senate counsell poore and good.
To gods encense they gaue, on smokyng altars moist of bloud.
When first the loftie ships they saw, and darke in shadowes lowe
So slydyng through the woods, and swift with ores so silent rowe:
With sodain sight affraied they rose, and tables troublyng reaue.
Whom
Pallas bold forbids that offrings holy they not leaue,
Himself with sworde outdrawn, against them fast to shore he flew, light?
Then from the banke aloof, how sirs ꝙ he? what causes new?
What mooues you thus these waies vnknowē to serch? where would you
Oliue in token of peace.
What people? what place dwel you? bryng you peace, or list you fight?
Than lord
Aeneas from his puppe on hie this answere told,
And Oliue braunch in hand betokening peace he forth did hold.
The men of
Troy thou seist, and
Troian weapons,
Latins foes,
Whom they with armour proud thus wandring stil to driue dispose,
Euander kynge we séeke, go cary this and say that knights
Of
Troians stronge are come, and pray with him to ioine our mights.
At such a reuerent name, did
Pallas then astonied stand.
Come forth (ꝙ he) O prince, what euer thou art, and here at hand
Go speake my father to, and strait his righthand claspinge held,
They landing left their flood, and to the frith they came and feld.
Then lord
Aeneas to the king these wordes did fréendly moue.
O best of
Graecian blood, to whome dame Fortune stronge aboue
Compels me now to seke, and bowes of peace and garlands beare,
I nothing fearful was, that thou of
Greekes a leader were,
And cosin neare in stocke, to twayne
Atridas,
Troian rods,
But me my valiant life, and holy motions great of Gods,
Our Gransiers ioynt of blood, thy wide renoume in countreis spred:
Haue knit me thus to thée, and glad by destnies here haue led.
How
Aeneas and
Euā der are of kinne.
King
Dardan founder first of
Troian townes and parent old,
That sun to Dame
Electra was, as auncient
Greekes haue told,
To
Troian Kyngdomes came,
Electras father void of doubt
Most mighty
Atlas was, that heauens sustaines on shoulders stout.
Your line from
Mercury procéedes, whom
May most white of hew,
On olde
Cilenes Mount, conceyuing bare by storie trew.
Mayes father
Atlas is, if iust report hath filde our eares.
That
Atlas her begat, that stars of heauen on shulders beares,
So bothe one bloud wée be, from one good spring our stocke departes.
These thynges consideryng I, by neither message, freind, nor artes,
Did practise thée to groape, euen I my selfe my person here
I ventred haue my head, and to thy court I sue most dere,
That nation proude of
Turnus lande whose warres doth thée molest:
The same doth vs likewise most deadly vexe, were wée supprest
Nothing they thinke should let, but all
Italia landes at eas
They may subdue with yoke, and east, and west possesse the seas.
Receaue and render faith, wée lacke no brestes in battayle bolde,
Wée lacke no feruent mindes, and youth well tried in warres of olde.
He holdyng still his eyes his tale did harke,
And fixed vewed his face, and lims and countenance all did marke.
Few words at last he sayd: Most pusaunt lord (o prince of
Troy)
How glad am I of thée? how welcome here thou bringest me ioy?
How wel thy parent great thou dost present: his words and voyce
Me thinkes I here, in great
Anchises face I do reioyce.
For I remember wel, when
Priam king in progresse went,
To vew
Hesiones his sisters lands, he was content
From
Salamina coast that time this countrey colde to know,
Then flowing fresh in youth, my budding beard on chéekes did grow.
I wondred at the
Troian dukes, I wondred sore in dede
Such princely states: But euer all most hie
Anchises yede,
My youthful minde for loue did in my brest with burning sit
Til we acquainted were, and hand in hand conioyning knit.
I led him furth, and to my towne of
Pheney glad him brought.
He vnto me a quiuer riche, with arrowes finely wrought
At his departing gaue, and golden mantel brodrid faire,
And bridle bits with gold (which now my
Pallas kéepes) a payre.
At your request therefore, confedring fast with you I cling.
And when the morning next, on earth her light shal rendring bring:
With succour home I shal you send, and aid with comfort more.
Therewhiles, this offring feast (which to differ were sinne to sore)
This yerely sacrifice diuine (since here o fréendes we be)
With gladnes let performe, and celebrate this day with me,
And your confederates fare accustom now your self to byde.
Whan he thus said, the deintie meates and cups withdrawen asyde,
He bids agayn restore, and
Troyans set on gréene grasse bancke.
But chief, on beddes bespred with Lyons hyde of heare full rancke,
Aeneas he receyues, and Maple throne to him prefarres.
Than al the princely youth, and temple préest from the altar barres
Contending bring their meates, entrayles of bulls, and seruice rost,
And bread in basketts lade, and wynes they skinke with cakes compost.
Aeneas iointly fed, the
Troian youth also dyd dyne,
With tripes of sacrid stéeres, and total backes of oxen chyne.
Whan hungre staunched was, and last of eating first gan slake,
The king
Euander sayd: This chéere quod he, that here we make,
This offring deintie day, this yerely feast religious pure,
This altar great of god, no superstition vayne obscure,
Nor errour blynde began (o curteis gest) but cause extréeme,
And due deserts of him that vs from daunger did redéeme,
Deliuering fre from paynes, as by good signes thou shalt estéeme.
Now first behold yon rock,
The story of
Hercules, and
Cacus.
which hang thou séest with threatning sway,
Like half the mountaine faln, and stones downe wrested shew decay.
The bulwarke broken stands, whom rocks and hil down ratling drew.
A dongeon caue there was, of widnes wast, most déepe to vewe.
Which vgly
Cacus kept, that halfe was beast, and halfe mankinde.
A lothly lurking den, whom beames of sun could neuer finde.
Whose floore did alwayes réeke with slaughters new, and euer freshe:
His heauie gates were hung, with heads of men, and dropping fleshe.
Vulcanus to this monster father was, whose flamings blacke
He spued at mouth, and wher he went al things he threw to wracke.
At last also for vs long looking helpe, tyme comfort brought,
And ayde at last wée found at god. For after conquest wrought
In
Spaine, (and
Gerion triple bodied kilde) with booties braue:
Most mighty
Hercules here came, and herds of bulls he draue
This way, with stéeres right huge of syse, this riuer syde they fed.
The beasts but setled wer, and brooke and vale along they spred:
But
Cacus fendly sprite that nothing ment but shameles theft,
No mischiefe left vntried, no craft vnsought, but al things reft.
Foure goodly bodied bulles he from their pasture stealing tooke,
And foure of heifers large, and most of beautie faire to looke.
And lest perhaps their féete bewray them should by steps of cleaze,
He by their tailes them drew al backward plucking from their leaze.
Their treadings outward shewd, and euery path did outward guyde,
And to his caue them brought, where darke with stone he did them hyde.
When men shuld seke, no signe they saw, al tracts were outward tried.
This while when
Hercules from hence departing wold remoue,
And gathering tooke his béeues, that ful were fed fro laundes aboue,
The cattayle rearing cried, and euery wood with bellowing fild
Lamenting thence to mooue, and hils with noyse they left ilwild.
One heifer lift her voice, and loude in dongeon sounding shrill:
She yelling answere gaue, and
Cacus heape dispointed yll.
Than verily sir
Hercles furiouse minde for egre paynes
Did burne with bitter gall, his armour tooles in hands he straines,
His heauie clubbe with knobs, and vp that hill he ramps on hie.
There
Cacus, shrincking furst and furst affrayed: our men did spie.
With troubled eies more swifter then: than winde he trudging flings,
Strayght to his caue he flew, feare to his tentoes added wings.
Whan he his lodge had lockt, and by his chaines a sunder wrong
His huge vnweldie stone downe let, that there for rampier hong
With yron and
Vulcanes art, his bolts and barrs he fastening ramd,
His dongeon mouth he stopt and strong with stuffe he stifly cramd.
Behold, furthwith syr
Hercles present was with flaming brest,
And entries al he vewed, nowe here nowe there his eyes he kest,
For angre gnashing tethe: thre times alone in feruent moode,
Al
Auentinus mount he compast round, and thrise he stoode,
Attempting stil those gates, and strong assaulting bounst thereat
In vayne, and thre times in this vale he wéery resting sat.
A rock right sharpe of flint there stood, with crags of cut from sides,
Agaynst the dongeons back vprising hie where clouds deuides.
A nestling fortresse fit for birdes of spoyle, and foules vncleane.
That rocke where hedlong next the flood, it partly low did leane,
With shulders shoouing long in vayne he tried, yet adding strength:
He shogging styl did striue, at last it shooke, and quite at length,
He lowsened low the rootes, than sodenly where most it swaied,
He ouerthrewt that with the throw, hie heauen rebounding brayed.
The banks w
t murmour brake, y
e streame ran backward wild affraied.
But than the caue, and
Cacus vgly court disclosed cléere:
His hoale, with al his darksom dennes,
Hercules brake vp
Cacus den,
and kennels close appéere.
None otherwise, than if by force whole earth shuld gaping clyue,
And show the infernal seates, and kingdoms pale reueling ryue:
Most hateful sight should be: an endles gulf down reatching déepe,
Shuld fowle apear, and crauling soules at light shuld quaking créepe.
When he with day vnloked for was caught, and shrinking low
His depest den he tooke, nor neuer earst so lowde did blow:
Sir
Hercles with his tooles on him did prease, and weapons all
He fearcely plied both loggs of tymbre long, and milstones tall.
He grunting foule at mouth (for hope was none to scape by flight)
A cloud of stifling stinkinge smoke (a wondrous thing to sight)
He from his iawes outspued, that al the vaut with darknes stuft,
Depriuing eies from sight, and through the doungeon thicke he puft,
His fumes as blacke as night, and mixt with mist he perbrakt fier.
That thing sir
Hercles wold not bide, but hedlong down for yre,
Euen through the flames he lept, where smolthring stremes did most redound
Of smoke, and where most boiling breth did caue most darke confounde.
There
Cacus black in cloud, and belching fearce his burnings vaine:
He groping straitly gript, and round in knot he wound in twaine,
Then crushing necke and eyes, his thirstie throte of blood did choke,
Anone the gastly den wide ope is set with gates vpbroke,
The cattel furth are fet, then pyles of pelfe and robbery spoyles
To heauen are shewd, his carcas eke misshapen vile of foyles,
Is by the legs outdrawen,
Cacus sleyne.
mens harts in loking take no rest.
His grisly squeased eien, his lothly face, his bristled brest,
His mongrel membres rough, his quenched fier in iawes opprest.
From that time furth this honor grew, that youth with gladsome game,
This holy day do kepe,
Potitius first began the same,
And great
Pinarias house, that
Hercles offring euer serues,
From yere to yere, and for his worship more that thus deserues:
This groue and altar set, which euermore the chiefest shal
Be cald of vs, and shall in dede be euer chiefe of all.
Wherefore come of, o youth, and for the praise of so great gift:
With braunches bynd your heads, and cups in quaffing loke you lift.
And cal our general god, and skinke furth wines with glad good wils,
He said, then twisting Poppler braunch, his crown with leaues he hils,
With
Hercles Poppler leaues (al dooble huid) his temples tide,
And sacred boll with wine in hand he gripte, then side by side
Al men with feasting dranke, and bords they lade, and gods did praye.
The sun this while from skies did néere to night discending swaye.
And now the seruice priests, and furst
Potitius led their bands,
Of custome great in skinnes, and torches burning bare in hands.
Their banquettes they renew, and ionkets courses after meats.
Their presents hie they heape, that euery boord with bourden sweats,
Than singing measure layes, at the altars burning daunsing round,
The skipping
Salii were com, with poppler braunches bounde,
In raye men set them selues, the yong men here, the old men there.
That
Hercles praises great,
Hercules prayses.
and doughtie déedes to heauen may beare.
How first he tender chyld his stepdaines monsters kilde with eas
By hand, and serpents twain to death he wringing flat did squease.
Howe stoutful he by war did cities downe destroy ful strong,
Both
Troia, Oechalia with more, how thousand labours long
At king
Euristeus request, by
Iunos déepe despite,
He ouercame and bare: thou lord vnuicted most of might,
Thou stewest the mongrel beast, mishapen
Centaures gotten of cloud.
Both
Hileus, and
Pholus foule, thou
Cressies monsters proud
Didst kil with hand, and Lion bolde in
Nemee rocke didst quell.
At thée did
Lymbo quake, to thée the Porter huge of hell,
To thée he trembling shooke, and left his bones begonne vngnawn,
He left his murthering caue, by thée from thence he was furth drawn.
Nor was there neuer face that euer could thée make affrayed.
No not him self
Typhoeus, in burning armour vgly rayde
With hundred hands that fought, nor thée that time thy reason faylde
Whan
Lerna dragon thée with heapes of heads al round assaylde,
Alhayle vndoubted child of god, new ioy to saincts aboue,
Come visit vs with grace, and these thy gifts accept and loue.
Such things in hymnes they sang, but ouer all of
Cacus hoale
They mencion make, and of him selfe with breath as burning coale.
The woods with song resounds, and hils with carolls aunsweres yéelde,
Than euery man whan seruice al deuine was first fulfilde,
Vnto the towne them drew, the king him self of stoupyng age,
Aeneas next him toke for mate, his sonne him led as page,
With sundry speach of things to eas their way the time they past.
Aeneas wondring much on euery side his eyes did cast,
With euery place in minde he rauisht was, and oft enqueres
Eche thing, and monuments he gladly lernes of elder yeres.
Than king
Euander spake, that first the towres of
Rome did founde.
These woods (ꝙ he) somtime both
Fans, &
Nimphs, and
Gods of groūde,
And fairy Quéenes did kepe, and vnder them a nacion rough,
A people saluage strong, and borne in troncks of timber tough:
Who neither nurture knew, nor trade of life, nor bullocks taught,
Nor goods vpstoare they could, nor wisely spare those things thei caught.
But bowes of trées them fed, and hunting hard them kept from cold,
Furst from
Olympus mount (right neare the skies) good
Saturn old,
Whan he from
Ioue did flée, and from his kingdoms outlawd stood,
He first that wayward skittish kynde disperst in hilles, and wood,
Did bring to thrift, and gaue them lawes, and all the land this waye
Did
Latium cal,
Latium whi so called.
for saulfly here long time he lurkyng laye.
And vnder that good king men say, the golden world did dure,
Such pleasaunt peace he taught, and peoples kept in iustice pure:
Till worser age at last, of baser sort by small and small,
With mad desier of warrs, and loue to haue: corrupted all.
Than cam
Ausonia strēgth, than
Scicil folks and countreys straunge,
And oftentimes her name,
Saturnus land was driuen to chaung.
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What euer I with craft or cunnyng castyng may inuent,
What can be wrought in steele, or siluer pliant mixt with brasse,
Looke what the fier, or breathyng blastes may make (let praiyng passe)
Of me, and all my strength assure thy selfe, be bolde of this,
What euer lieth in me, vndoubtedly, thine owne it is.
These wordes he spake, and close imbrasing swéete his spouse he clipt,
And gaue desiers of ioy, with lap to lap relentyng dipt,
Resoluyng limmes at rest, and sences déepe in slomber slipt.
Than first whā midnight course with race outrun, him brake frō sléepe,
As doth some wedlocke wife, some thriuyng dame that house doth kéepe,
Who life by labour séekes, and distaf worke doth weaue and spinne:
Her couched harth she stéeres, and sturgyng sparkes of fire doth tinne,
Encrochyng worke by night, and hard with taske her maydens all
By candels early plies, wherby she may her children small
Bryng vp, and chaste her self mainteyne, and husband helpe withall.
In likely sort this firie puissant god, nor slacker wise
From bed full soft that time, to smithie works did earnest rise.
An Yle there is, by
Scicill side vplifted large in skies,
Cald
Liparen where smoke from stones to starres vpsteamyng sties.
There vnder créepes a caue, and
Ciclops chimneis gnawne in rockes,
Through
Aetnas thundryng dens, of smiting strokes & bounsing knockes
That wailes, w
t sighting sounds, such battring beating through y
e chinks
Far rendryng aunswers ryng, & yngot gaddes with clashing clincks,
In blustryng forges blowne, where dints replied with peyse, and pithes
Done metals dingyng driue, and sturdie stéele they stretch on stithes.
Vulcania.
Vulcanus house it is, and
Vulcans name that lande doth bere.
The firy puissaunt god that time from heauen descended there.
The gyantes in that caue of wydnesse wast their tooles did plie,
Pyragmon nakedlimd, and
Steropes, and
Brontes hie.
A worke in hand they had vnfashiond yet, but part made bright
One thundryng burnisht bolt, w
t many a such from heauen doth smight,
Whan
Ioue to grounde them throwes, but part vnperfit did remayne.
Then store of struglyng windes, and stormful cloudes of clodded rayne.
Thrée winter wrested showres, thrée firyforked flashyng beames.
Thrée ratlyng tempest bals, thrée southwind winged lightning leames.
Now glistryng blasing lights, now gastly sights mens harts to skeare,
In forgyng fire they shope, with thump thump sound both noyse, & feare,
They mingled through their worke, and wrangled wrathes of following flame,
Another sort for
Mars a charet swift with whéeles did frame,
A charet wyld whereby the god vpstéeres both campes and townes.
A shéeld for
Pallas eke, in troublous féelds ful grim that frownes
All horrible, with serpent skales beset, and fine with gold
Were dragons drawen in wrethes, and poolisht pure in plated fold,
And monster
Gorgons head (with neck ofchopt) amid her brest
They put, that men to stones may turne with eies to death comprest.
Set set aside al things, cast of (ꝙ he) your workes begen,
You
Aetna lads, let studies all to this one charge now ronne.
An egre man must valiaunt armour weare, now show your spéede,
Now shifting hands requiers, now maisters al of craft is néede,
Breake hedlong al delayes: nor more he spake. They swiftly than
Besturring stryue to stoupe, and by their lots to labour ran.
Outgushing flowes in streames both gold, and brasse, and siluer swelts,
And lumps of murthring stéele, in furnies glowing softning melts.
A huge hie shéeld thei shape, one shéeld alone for weapons all
Of
Latines, and against al foes and force resist that shall,
Emboasid brode with hoopes, whom barres in barres entangling binds
Seuenfoldid thick Som thrusting furth from bellowes blasting winds
Incessaunt yeld and draw, som dips in lakes and troughes of stones
Hoat hissing gleads: Al
Aetna vauts with anuilds mourning grones.
They stil among themselfs their armes in course by force vp lift
With numbrings iump, & grasping tough in tongs their masse they shift.
Whyle these things hasting wer by
Vulcan lord in
Lemnos lande:
Euander king from bed, the dawning day bad vp to stande,
And early songs of birds his roof that fild with mirthfull note.
He riseth aged man, and on his limmes he puts his coate,
And thongs in
Tyrrhen guise about his feete he wrapt and tyde.
Then sword with girdle strong from shulders down he next his side
Did girt, and baldrickwise his wreath he ware of Panthers hyde.
Two wayting dogs also that thentrie doore at threshold kept
Came furth, and matching foote by foote theyr masters pace they stept,
Vnto his gest
Aeneas chambre straight, he softly drewe,
Remembring former talke, he of his word a lord full true.
Nor morning styrer lesse,
Aeneas then abroad was stalkt.
Son
Pallas with
Euander, but with him
Achates walkt.
They méeting ioyne right hands, and in the middes of hal downe set,
In spéeche at last they fall, of causes vrgent frée from let.
The king thus furst.
Most doughtie
Troian guyde (which while thou art alyue in helth
I neuer
Troy destroyed shal thinke, nor vanquisht voyd of welth)
To such a carefull war, and for the fame of thy regard:
Small succour we can geue, here
Tyber streame vplocks vs hard.
On this syde
Rutils wring, and at our walls their harneis sownds.
But peoples huge to thée, and kingdoms rich of larger bounds
I go about to ioyne, whom very now euen chaunce vnsought
Doth show to thée: euen destnies lucke this tyme thée here hath brought.
Not far from hence a towne there is, with aunciaunt stones vpfraamd,
Which
Agillina hight, where people somtyme
Lydia naamd,
A nacion strong in war
Etruria downes possesse and till.
This land that many a yere did flowing raign with welth at will:
A proude king caught at last, and long by force with armes opprest,
Mezentius lawles wreatche,
The crueltye of
Mezentius.
whose moode misecreaunt neuer ceast.
What shal I tel the furious slaughters foule: to shame to speake
That tyrants odious déeds? god on his head and séede so wreake.
Mens bodies dead he did deuise to ioyne to bodies quick
In tortures, hands to hands, and mouthes to mouthes them binding thick.
(O plague most miserous) and them through filth, and rotting cloied
In wretched claspings vyle, with lingring death most lothly stroied.
But wéery long at last, when he more mad wold worse haue wrought:
His subiects weaponed rose, and him in house beseiging sought.
His mates they slew, and to his rafter topps their fier they flang.
He through their slaughter throngs to
Rutil realme outskaping sprang.
Wher with his hoast and mate king
Turnus fearce him self he fends,
With inst reuenge therefore
Etruria land al whole ascends.
Their king by war they clayme, and him by death they minde to quit.
These milions strong of men I will to thée
Aeneas knit.
Their nauy furnisht ful alreadie thicke at shore remaynes,
And streamers out they crie, an auncient prophet them restraines
By destny singing, O you chosen youth of liuely lust,
You flowre of former yeres, you strenght of men, whom anger iuste
Prouokes to vengeaunce due, whose wrath
Mezentius doth deserue,
No prince
Italian borne may for this armie capteyn serue,
Seeke alien lords for guyds. Than al
Etruria sore affright
Did setling stay them selues, and in that field their camp haue pight.
Him self embassadours to me with crowne, and scepter sent
Duke
Tarchon, and with kingly robes me here he did present.
But vew the camp I should, and
Tyrrhen kingdoms al possesse.
But me my slouthful colde, and worlds outworn in yeres excesse,
Enuies me now to raygne, and féeble strength to late to stéere.
My son I would exhort, saue he by mother mixed néere
Of dame
Sabella part that countrey drawes. But thou whose yeres,
And kinred fortune loues, whom destnies luck and goodes requeres:
Go thou o
Troian, and
Italian prince, most strong of might.
Besides al this I shal, our onely hope and déere delyte
My son sir
Pallas here to thée commit,
Pallas committed to
Aeneas.
that vnder thée
He may the feates of war as with a maister learne, and sée
Most weightie works of
Mars, that from his youth thy worthy déedes
He wondring may conceiue, and practise like if chaunce him néedes.
Two hundred horsmen strong of freshest youth take here in hand,
So many more also shal
Pallas bring of priuat band.
These words he scantly spake, and sixed fast with eyes on grounde
Aeneas sadly sat, so did
Achates fréend most sound.
Much heauie things in hart they through their brests considring wayed.
Had
Venus not from heauen by signe down sent their musing staied.
For sodenly with whirling noise the skies broad open flusht,
And lightning whistling cam, as round about all things had rusht,
And blast of trompet blown in welkin brim was hearde to roare.
They looke: lo yet again, and yet, two, thre, great thundrings more
Bright armour through the clouds in coast of heauen most cléere of sun
Readshining rough they sée, that back repulsing rombling run.
Al other stoode astoynd, but he him self most valiaunt knight
Aeneas, knew that noyse, and what his mother him had hight.
Than thus he spake. Be you good hoast, be you no whit appald,
What newes these monsters mean: tis I aloft in skies am cald.
This token me from heauen my mother sayd she would down send,
If warres shuld roughly rise, and
Vulcans armes me to defend
She brings me through the clouds.
Alas, what slaughters wylde on wretched
Laurents hang at hand?
What turments thée (o
Turnus) must I giue? how mixt in sand
Both sheilds and helms of men, with many a body strong and tall
O
Tyber flood with waters troul thou shalt? and many a fall
In fight susteine they must, whā truce they aske yet breake they shall.
These things when he had said, him self vplifting hie from benche:
To
Hercles altars first and sléeping fiers whom night did quenche
He went them to reuiue, and seruice left since yersterdaye
He gladly vprestores, and houshold gods they please and praye,
Both king
Euander self, and
Troian youth with whole assent.
Than to his ships furthwith, to visit there his mates he went.
Among which number such as him to warfare shulde pursue
Most hardy practiue knights he chose, the remnant downward drue.
The groueling streme them beares, and swift they home by water dresse
To bring
Ascanius newes, both of his father, and successe.
To
Troians than are horses geuen, to passe to
Tirrhen towne.
A royal courser for
Aeneas, whom of Lion browne
One hyde al ouerspreds with guilded clawes bright pendant downe.
The rumour runnes, and through that citie small is blasid wyde,
How horsemen vnto
Tirrhen coast with swift course postyng ryde.
For dréed mens wiues with vowes do lade their gods, and more & more
Men dangers cast, and face of
Mars appeares not seene so sore.
Than good
Euander olde,
Aeneas righthand clipping hyld,
And thus at parting spake, and wéeping still could not be fyld.
O if almighty god would me my yeres of youth restore
Euen as I was, whan at
Praeneste walles (my toupes before)
I fought, when heapes of conquerd shéelds I victor offring brent,
And with this right hand than, king
Herilus to hell I sent,
Whose mother at his birth him gaue thrée liues in limmes to lag,
(A grisly thing to speake) thrée weapons he by course did wag,
Thrée times to death he must down vanquisht be, yet breathings all
This righthand him bereft, and soules, and armour thrise made fall.
Not now déere son, from thyne embrasings sweete shuld I be pluckt,
O dulcet son: nor so
Mezentius borderer, blood had suckt
Dispiting stil my head such murthering deathes had not béen séene,
Nor such asort of burgeis wifes shuld widowes now haue béene.
But O you glorious gods, thou chief in heauen that raignst on hye
Most mighty
Ioue, of poore
Arcadia kinge respect the crie,
The pattern of a kynde and louyng father.
Giue gracious eare this tyme, and to my prayers piteous bende.
If destnies me by your good grace my sonne home saufly sende,
If looking him I liue: and wée in one may méete agayne:
Than craue I longer life, and glad I shal receaue all payne.
But if (as god forefend) som sore mischaunce doth fortune threat:
Now now let me depart, and cruell lyfe of casting freat,
While doubtful carck me kepes, while hope in mynd vncertain is,
While thée my derling childe, myne onely ioy my parting blis,
Thus haulsing here I hold, er tidings worse myne eares may wound,
These things his father shed at leauing last, and flat in sound
With sobbing fainting fel: his pages him to house conueyed.
And now the horsmen band at open gates went out vnstayed.
Aeneas with the first,
Achates trustie next his side.
Than other
Troyan lords, him self in midds did
Pallas ryde
In glistring painted armes, and gay with cloke embroidred newe,
Lyke
Lucifer that gracious dawning siar, whom pure of hue
Dame
Venus chiefly loues aboue al fiers in heauen that shyne,
Al darknes he resolues, and gladneth skies with face deuine.
The women stand on walles with trembling harts, and far with eyes
Pursue their glittering harneise troupes, and clouds of dust that rise.
They through the thornie downs wher néerest way no compas makes
In armour iointly ryde, hie shoutes vprise, and clustring strakes
They gallup, and vnder their trampling féete the ground with breaking quakes.
Ther is a groue of gréene wood frith, by
Cerits riuer celd,
Religious, long and broad in reuerence kept by fathers old,
Whom caues of crokid hils with dales and downs that compas fets
On euery side doth close, and woods of firtree blacke besets.
To
Siluan god of beasts and fields that auncient
Greekes men say
Did consecrat that place, and gaue both groue and feastful day,
Which
Greekes somtime possest of
Latium countrey first the lands.
Not far from thence duke
Tarchons host, and al
Aetruria hands
Incamped saulfly lay, and from the hill their legions strong
Al plaine might now be vewed, that broad in fields outstretched long.
Aeneas to that place, and warlike youth, in mynd wel pleasd
Alighting, wery went, and horses trymd, and bodies easd.
But goddesse
Venus whyte, from through the clouds descending clere
Was ready there with gitfs, and to her sonne approching nere:
Whan secret him she saw, far from the flood in crooked vale
She offring shewed her self, and thus she shortly brake her tale.
Lo here my husbands worke, my promise due, cast of thy doubt
O son: nor fear not now to coape with al proude
Laurents rout,
And
Turnus now to combat cal, though he be ner so stoute.
She sayd, and of her son thembrasing swéete furth with she fet.
Than vnderneth an oke in sight, those glistring armes she set.
He gladful of those gifts, with mynd for ioyes in myrth extolde
With sight could not be fild, but eies on eche thing stil he rolde.
He wondreth, and betwéene his armes, and hands he oft vpturnes
A helme most horrible, with crests, out spitting flames that burnes.
A murthring fatal blade, a brestplate stif of bras most fine,
All bloodread, sanguine, bygge, like many tymes whan sun doth shyne,
Some blue cloud catcheth beames, and burning bright with ruddy rayes
A loof it self it shewes, and streaming light lykewise displayes.
Then bootes of siluer light enameld gorgeous mixt with gold.
A speare also with shéeld, whose wondrous worke can not be told.
There all
Italia state,
The famous deedes of
Romanes, were engrauē in the armour of
Aeneas.
and péerles
Rome with triumphes all
(Not ignoraunt of age to come, and destnies that shoulde fall)
The firie puissaunt god had made: there all
Ascanius race
In order faire was wrought, and foughten fields in euery place.
He there also had put, where gréene the caue of
Mars begins
A she wolfe downe was layed, and next her dugs two goodly twins,
Two daggling sucking boies, her flanks betwéene thei hanging plaide,
Their mammies teats they lap with hungrie lipps nothing affraide.
She turning round her neck: now one, now one, them swéetely lyckt
Reforming soft their limmes, and soft with tong them smothly stryckt.
Nor far from thence was
Rome, and
Sabines virgins rashly raught
At sight of stately playes, and thence by force for wedlocks caught,
The story all there stood, and sodenly new war did rise
To
Romulus and
Tatius old, and lords of
Sabines wise.
Within a while those kings (their al contencions quenched quyte)
Before
Ioues altar cam, and holding bolles in armour bryghte
They stood, and with a swyne downe slaine did leag conclud and smyte.
Not far from thence was
Metius torne, in quarters pluckt by stéeds,
But why thou
Alban to thy words accordid not thy déeds?
And of that lying lord did
Tullus drag those false entrailes
Euen through the wood, that thornes and briers with blood besprinckling, hailes.
Than king
Porsenna strong commaunded
Romains eft restore
Their
Tarquin outlawd king, and long be seiging wrang them sore.
Aeneas people fearce for fréedom fast on weapons ran.
Him angrie, threatning like, you mought see chaaf disdaining than,
That
Cocles durst resist while bridge behind him broken was,
And
Cloelia captiue wench with broken bands the streame did pas.
Vpon the
Tarpey rocke, and
Capitoll most lordly braue,
Stoode
Manlius that champion chief, his countrey wals to saue.
He for the temple fought, and enemies clambryng downe did pull
With stubble starke of stéele, the Pallas court of
Rome was full.
And flickryng there in golde, the siluer Gander keakyng cried
At hand, and in the Porches next the
Frenchmen entryng spied.
The
Frenchmen entryng were, and takyng Towres did fearce inuade,
By bushes climyng close, and kept with helpe of darke night shade.
Of Gold their Tresses were, their golden garments trim them decks,
In garded frocks they shine with roddid welts about theyr necks,
In partlets knit with Golde, two slingyng speares eche one doth lift,
In Mountayne guise, and shields of length defende their bodies swift.
Than cam the skippyng sort, in daunce disguised shakyng shanks,
The
Salij praunsing Priests, with mitred crownes and coppid tancks.
The
Luperts naked went, and armour holy liften aloft,
That down from heauen did fall, the matrones chast in Charets soft
Religious led their gods, and through the town procession brought.
Along way far from thence, the dennes of Hell most déepe wer wrought,
And louryng
Limbo gates, with sundrie sinfull wretches pangs.
Thou
Catilin wert there, on threatnyng rocke thy carcas hangs,
Thy turments there thou bidest, and still dost feare those fendly iawes.
But good men by them selues, and
Cato them did giue their lawes.
Among all this there went the salt sea broad with swellyng broth
Of Gold, but gréene the frisking floods did fome with hoary froth.
And cut in siluer cléere the Dolphins swimming compas daunst,
The streames w
t tayles they swept, & through y
e tydes they sherīg glaūst.
In mids were brasen fléetes of shippes, and
Actia warres at large
Men might haue sene, how battels both conioyning bent their charge.
The seas with harnies shines, that boyling floods with gold did spring.
There all
Italia strength
Augustus Emprour prince did bring,
Augustus Caesar.
With commons all, with lords, w
t saints, w
t gods most great of might,
Aduauncing cheif in ship, whose temples twaine with flames vpright
Outsparkling spoutes a fier, his fathers star his crowne bespreds.
Another wing with prosperous windes, and Gods in army ledes
Agrippa loftie prince, whose pendant streamers proud stands out,
His crowne couragious shines with garlond wun from topshipsnout.
On thother part with all
Barbaria force of diuerse armes
Anthonius drags his traine of nacions thick, in threngs that swarmes.
He victour late in wars, from countries far wher Sun doth ryse,
From peoples blacke of
Inde, from redsea shore, from eastern skies,
Cleoparra concubine to
Anthony.
All
Aegipt and all
Asia strength extreme with him he drew,
Whom proudly (fie for shame) his
Gygtian wife doth next persue.
Togither all they rusht, and pluckt with ores conflicting clasht,
The waues w
t wrastling fumes, & fronts to fronts their ships thei crasht
To chanell déepe they draw, a man would thinke y
e mountaynes méete
In seas, or iustlyng woods with woods hole rocks, & Ilandes fléete.
So huge w
t weight mē work: frō towres, & tops their darts down strikes
Their wildfire Okam flies, and stormes outhrown of tooles with pikes.
The cloudes with cries are mixt, both ships & seas with slaughters spred,
All
Neptunes flittryng féelds with bloudshed stremes are darkned red.
The Quéene in mids them all with timbrell noyse her bands vpcheeres,
Nor yet two deadly serpent snakes, to her at backe appéeres,
All monstrous kinded gods,
Anubys dog that barkyng slaue:
Agaynst all
Romain guids (both
Venus, Neptune, Pallas graue)
Their weapons vp they holde, outragious
Mars among them stamps,
All cut in carued stéele, and hags infernall fearcely ramps.
Dame
Discord through them runs, with garmēts torne she ioyful skips,
Whom grim
Bellona mad pursues at hand with blouddy whips.
These thynges beholdyng thus,
Apollo shootyng plied his bowe,
Aloft from skies, all
Aegypt than, all
Inde downe couched lowe,
All nations wilde of South
Arabia proude for all their cracks,
All
Asia scattryng fled, all
Sabey kyngdoms turnd their backs.
The Quéene her self was séene with winds aduaunst vpliftyng sayles
To flée, and still with slackyng shrowds she more and more preuayles.
Amonge those slaughters, her (for death at hand) w
t countenance pale,
The firie god hath made be borne with waues, and westerne gale.
But there agaynst with body great, was
Nylus mournyng put,
His bosom openyng broad, and callyng home their course to cut.
His garment gowne he spred, and wyde his lap of waters blue,
And to his lurkyng floods his conquerd men alluryng drew.
But
Caesar through the
Romain wals thrée times triumphant borne
To great
Italia gods he payed his vowes eternall sworne.
Thrée hundred
Churches.
Mynsters chief along the towne wyde open stands,
All stréetes with mirth resounds, with games, w
t sports, w
t clapping hāds
In euery temple wiues, at euery altar singyng quéeres,
At the altars, euery floore with offryng slaughters strowd of stéeres.
Him self at
Phoebus porch (so white as snow) in throne downe set,
Surueys al countreys gifts, and garnisht posts with presents fret.
In long arayes they gon, the conquerd nacions captiue sad,
As diuerse of their tongs as in their wéedes and armours clad.
Thre sundry sorts of
Moores had
Vulcan cast, som tuckt in shyrts,
Some trayling mantels loose, or sirpleys windie wyde of skyrts:
Of
Cara, Lelega, by south, and archers bred in caues
Of
Gelon sands,
Euphrates now did fléete with softer waues.
And
Flemings furthest out from men, and
Rhyne with hornes in twaine,
Vnconquerd
Danes, and flood
Araxes (bridge that did disdaine).
Such works in
Venus gift he wondring saw by
Vulcans shéeld,
And knowing not the thinges, their figures glad he long behéeld.
At last, his childrens chaunce, and fame he did on shulders wéeld.
DEO GRATIAS.
Per Thomam Phaer,
in foresta Kilgerran,
x. Septembris. finitum 1558. Opus xl. dierum per interualla.
¶ The ninth booke of the Aeneidos of Ʋirgil.
The Argument.
¶ Whylst
Aeneas is busie in
Tuscia to seeke ayde,
Turnus is by the
Raynbow admonished not to omit so good an occasion, and speadeth him self forth as neare as he can to his enemyes. Who seing them defensed on euery side in theyr tentes to the intent that he might cut away from them all hope of flight, assaieth to burne their fleete. But at
Venus ernest sute:
Iupiter deliuered the shippes from present burning, and transformed them into so many
Nymphes of the sea. Towards night,
Turnus layeth a watch before the towne gates for feare of soddein eruptions of the enemie, in which watch
Messapus is cheif. Therwhiles the
Troians take counsell whom to sende to
Aeneas to make him priuie of these thinges, which
Nisus and
Euryalus, a payer of faithful freendes take in hand to do. Who departyng forth of the towne, and findyng the watch ouercome with wyne and sleape: sley
Rhamnetes with a numbre of
Rutilians, & lade them selues with the spoyles. But in the mornyng, beyng spied of
Volscens horsemen: they flie to the woods. There
Eurialus by weight of his armour, and ignorance of the way much hindred, falleth into his foes handes & is by
Volscens slayne.
Nisus likewise, when he had slayne
Volscens, and valiently reuenged
Euryalus death beyng strooke through with many a mortal wound falleth downe dead vpon his freends body. Their heads are caried vpon speares poynts into the tentes, where the
Troians knowyng them from the walles, a great sorow riseth through the whole towne.
Turnus ceaseth not to assaulte his enemies with all force, and great slaughter is committed on both partes. There
Ascanius killeth with the shoot of an arow
Numanus, that ouer proudly aduanced himself:
Pandarus and
Bitias proude of their good successe, open the gate, and driue backe the enemies entryng in with great slaughter. Whereof
Turnus beyng certefied: issueth into the towne through the open gate, and putteth the
Troians to flight, but at length oppressed with multitude, retyreth to the side of the towne which is next the riuer, and armed as he was, leapeth into the streame, and so escapeth.
WHile these things working were,
Iuno pricketh forth
Turnus by the
Raynbow.
on sundrie sides with purpose bent:
Dame
Iuno downe from heauen the
Rainebow red her seruaunt sent
To
Turnus dredeles prince. Kinge
Turnus than did seat repose
In great
Pylumnus vale, his parents woods whom round did close.
To whom dame
Rainbow thus, with mouth bespake as red as rose.
Turnus (ꝙ she) that thing which neuer god if one had sought
Could graunt to thée: lo, tumbling tyme alone it self hath brought.
Aeneas now from home to king
Euanders house is gone,
And left both campe and mates; and town, and fléete with sauegard none.
The fines extreme of
Corytes townes he séekes, nor yet ynough,
But
Lydas power he drawes, and armour giues to men from plough.
Leaue doubting, take thy time, cal charets out, now set furth stéeds,
Breake boldly al delayes, go take that campe that al thing dréeds.
She said, and lifting equal wings to heauen she mounted slowe,
And huge in flight she spred, and vnder clouds, cut of her bowe.
The yonge prince her beknew, and holding hands to skies on hie
He wondring her pursued, and as she fled he thus did crye.
O
Rainbow beautie bright of heauen, who through the clouds this tyde,
Hath drawn thée thus to ground? I se, I se, whole heauen deuyde.
I se the stragling starrs, that from the poale their course declynes,
Such clearbright storme? I folow fast al these miraclose signes
What euer thou art that me to armour calst, and with that word
Went foorth, and from the swelling streame, he water sipt at forde
Requiring much his goddes, and aire did lade with vowes outpowrde.
And now the total hoast in fields displaied their pace did hold,
Right rich of hors, right rich of broydrid robes, and braue of gold.
Messapus voward helde, the rerward kept yong princes twayne
Of
Tirrhus, but him self king
Turnus midst in battaile mayne,
Vauntsquaring spreds his armes, and ouer all by shoulders shynes.
Resembling
Ganges flood that ouerflowes seuen streames, and fines
In silence burbling broad, or
Nylus fresh with waters fat
Whan couching close he swells, and seasoneth fields with fléeting flat.
There sodainly a darksom dusky fog most lyke a cloud
The
Troians might behold, that round with rolles the skies did shroud.
Furst from a banke on hie did
Caycus watchman crye aloud.
What is you black, o mates? that lyke a bowle such dust vp skralls?
Set swiftly furth your tooles, bring weapons out, and clym your wals.
Here is our enmy lo, heylagh, loud clamours than they throw.
The
Troyans al about at gates and wals, them close bestowe.
For such commaundment them
Aeneas best of martiall skill
At his departyng gaue, if any chaunce should rise them yll:
Not rashly ioyne they shuld, nor trusting field their strength extend,
But closely kéepe their campe, and saulf their wals with bancks defend.
Though shame therfore with wrath prouoks to fight disdainful déepe,
Yet gates to them they set, and due precepts obedient kéepe,
And harneyst hye they stand, forstalling foes on rampiers stéepe.
Turnus (as he before the people slow, in post did flye)
With twenty chosen knights, on horsback stoute the fortresse nye,
Al sodenly vnlooked for is com, whom whyte with speckes
A
Thracian stéede vpheaues, and helmet red gold crested deckes.
Is any here good lads, wil furst with me prouoke our foes?
And to the winds a dart he whirling shooke: lo, there it goes
Quod he, this fight beginnes, and boystous large on field he flyes,
His mates with noyse pursuen, with grisly shouts vplifting cries.
They wondren at the
Troyans dastard harts, their corage weake,
That neither géeue them dare in open field, nor fearce outbreake
In armes as men, but faintlie kéepe their fort, now here, now there
He troubous vewes their wals, and ryding séekes ech entring where.
Aye watching lyke some Wolfe, that counterwaiting shipfold cots,
Through stormy showres and winds about mens deiries houling trots
At midnight séeking stealth, whan careles loud the lambes do bleat
In saulfgard nere their dammes, he fretting false and mad for meate
Doth absent teare their lims, so gripes his guts that gathring gnawes,
Long fasting furth him dryues, and thrist of blood vpdries his iawes.
Euen so to
Rutile prince, as serching wals and campe he turnes:
His fumes vpsparkling spréeds, and sore in bones his grief him burnes.
What shift inuent he shal to giue thassault, or where find place
To breake the
Troians trench, or dryue them down to equall space.
Their fléete that secret lay, euen at the syde of
Troian wall,
Enuironed with trench, whom water floods encompast all
He sodenly onsets, and to his mates for fire exclames.
Him self outcasting flings his pynetrée bronds with feruent flames.
Than echman stoutly sturres, the kings own presence men furth pricks.
On euery syde fresh youth for armour takes black burning sticks.
They sparpling spoyle their fiers. Than blasing cloud with pitch commixt
Doth ryse, and smoke from torches mount, to stars with sparks betwixt.
Now
Muses tell what god did from the
Troyans turne this yre
So great: and who then kept their fléete from fumes of fatal fyre?
Speake trusting old report, but fame thereof shal neuer expyre.
A fable of
Aeneas shippes.
What tyme
Aeneas prince in
Ida woods his nauie made
At passing first from
Troy, and through deepe seas shuld take his trade:
The mother of gods men say, that
Berecinthia heauenly hight,
Peticion that tyme made to
Ioue celestiall great of might
Entreating thus by spéech. Giue son (ꝙ she) to thy deare dame,
One boone which I must aske, since heauens to thée bin brought so tame.
A Pynetrée frith I had, which many a yere I fauoured muche,
And in the top a groue there grew of trées, there was none suche
For beames of timbre black, and firtrée bourds with pitch and tarre.
Great offrings there I tooke, and folks to serue me cam from farre.
Those trées to
Troyan prince, whan he so much of ships had néed:
I gaue with glad good wil, now care my hart doth grype for dréed.
Releas my fear, let now thy parents words thus much obtaine.
Let neuer surge of seas, nor whirlwynd storm their nauy strayne,
Nor course of sailing shake, since on my hilles somtime they grewe.
Her son to her than spake, whose wind doth stars and world subdue.
O mother what thing meanst? or which way destnies woldst thou presse?
Can frames of mortal hands immortal state by right possesse?
Or should
Aeneas prince in doubtful daungers wandring stray?
That certein is of seate? what god so great such maistries may?
Nay whan fulfild they haue their fatall course, that ports, and realmes
Of
Latium lands they touch, what ship somtyme so skapes the streames,
Their mortal shape from them I wil withdraw, and chaunge them all
To maidens bright of seas, lyke water
Nimphes with bodies tall.
Lyke
Clotho goddesse clere, or
Galatee with membres whyte,
Who through their foming waues with persaunt brest doth swimming smyte.
He spake, and by the fens of
Stigies flood his oth he tooke,
By pitch of
Lymbo pits, by gulf and banks of
Plutos brooke.
He gaue a nod, and at his beck, whole heauen trembling shooke.
The day therfore of couenaunt present was, and destnies dewe
Performed had their time, whan
Turnus fearce with dredful vewe,
Compeld that lady sainct from sacrid ships that fire to dryue.
There furst a sodain light before mens eyes did straunge ariue,
And huge from morning skies descending cloud down gliding ran,
With quéeres of spritual wights, than dredful voice wyde aire began
To fil in
Rutiles eares, and troupes of
Troians brym to skan.
Do not affright your selfs to saue my ships with labour vayne,
You
Troyans, nor in armour put your strength, nor take that payne.
For furst shal
Turnus waters al consume, and burne vp seas
Er he my sacryd trées haue power to touch, go loose at ease,
Go saltsea goddesses, your lady biddes, and as it spake:
Incontinent ech ship their bands at shore, and halsers brake.
Aeneas shippes transformed into
Nymphes of the seas.
And down (as dolphins don) conuerting sharp their beaking snouts,
In depe sea sands they drown, whence vp furth with they ryse by routes.
A maruel monstrous much, in virgin shapes and faces trym
On seas them selfes they shooue, and sporting swift in sight they swym.
Lyke
Mermaides ladies light, of number iust, and not one more
As they before did stand, with brasen stemmes in shippes at shore.
Astonyed
Rutils stood, euen he him self in minde affrayde
Messapus, and his horses troubled were, the streames eke stayde
Their waters hoarce of sound, and
Tyber trembling foote retrayd.
But not to
Turnus bold did corage ought relent or hope.
Mens harts with words he lifts, & chéering chydes with skornes at skope,
These monsters to the
Troyans come, lo god him self you sée
Hath take from them their strength, and wonted shift alwayes to flée,
No
Rutile powre doth néede, our fiers, our swords, they durst not byde,
The seas therfore to
Troians fast are stopt, no place to ryde
Nor hope to skape they haue: lo, halfe the world beraft them is.
As for the land in our possession lieth, and ouer this
So many thousands strong
Italian nacions armour beare.
The
Troians fatal songs, nor iuggling sights can me not feare,
Nor answers from the gods, if any such the wretches boast.
Ynough for
Venus is, and destnies past, that once this coast
Of rancke
Italia land the
Troyans poore had leaue to touche.
My fortune them withstands, and I lykewyse may destnies vouche
To kyl that cursyd brood, and for my spouse vproote them quyte.
Nor not alone this grief doth
Agamemnons kindred byte:
Nor
Greeks haue onely cause for wedlock spoyle them selfs to arme.
Yet had it bin ynough to stroy them ones, if but one harme
Suffized had their sinne, and not with spyte all female kinds
Thus villaynly disdain? what? doth this half trench puff their mynds?
Doth dichwors giue them pryde? so neare the death? such srufgard thin?
Saw they not
Troyan wals in fiers down sink with gods within?
But what is he (good mates) wil yonder trench with me go teare
With tooles, and ouerrun this campe, that trembling sinks for feare?
I néed no
Vulcans armes, nor thou sand ships, I séeke them not.
Let al
Etruria ryse, and ioyne for helpe in
Troyan knot.
He preferreth him self before
Grecians.
They shal not feare no darke, by night on them wée list not steale.
We wil betray no watch, nor kéepers kill as
Greekes did deale,
Nor blynde in horses paunch wil we go lurke, but cléere by day
Their walls in compas round withfier, and foarce assaulting fray.
They shall not thinke vs
Greekes, nor at our youth haue cause to skof,
I warrant them, nor such as
Hector ten yeres long kept of.
And now therfore since better part of day from vs is fled:
Remaynes no more, but sith wée haue our things thus far welsped,
Prouyde your self good chéere, and looke for fight to giue dispatche.
There whyles to set the skoute, and euery gate with warde to watche
Messapus charged was, and walls to girt with fiers and lights.
Of
Rutils seuen and seuen to gard the siege, most actiue knights
Elected were by lot, ech one his hundred souldiours led,
Carnation creastid youth in burnisht gold gay glittring red.
They stray, they shift their turnes, and al along down layde on gras:
With wines them selfs they chéere, and cups vpturne & bolles of bras.
Their fiers before them shyne, and long with watch y
e night they pas,
Auoyding sléepe with mirth.
These things beholding brim did from their walls the
Troyans spie.
In armour strong they stood, and som their towres did hold on hie,
For drede they grope their gates, and som did bridges clampring ioyne,
And bulwark banks they wrought, and engine tooles to fend and foyne
Al weaponed, them sir
Menesteus and
Serestus sharply plies,
Whom lord
Aeneas had, if any fortune hard should rise:
Made maisters ouer youth, and gouernours al things to guide.
Afront the vaumures long by lots to daungers truly tried
The legion waiting stood obseruing course, ech kéepes his charge.
One gate did
Nisus kéepe most egre knighte with speare and targe,
Whom huntresse
Ida sent as freende to serue
Aeneas part.
A bowman stout with shafts, and swift with stroke of whirling dart.
Next him
Euryalus his mate, whose fairer was there non
Through al
Aeneas campe, nor
Troyan armour did put on.
Fyne princock fresh of face furst vttring youth by buds vnshorne.
One loue betwéen them was, and iointly fought like brethrē sworne.
That time also they twaine one standing kept with gate beforne.
Sir
Nisus first, what is it? god sets thus mens minds on fire?
Swéete fréend? or is ech mans mind his god furth driuen by dern desire?
Some great conflict or famous fact to attempt long whyle my brest
Incessaunt me prouokes, nor can content with quiet rest,
Thou seest how carelesse nowe these
Rutils bin this watche that kéepe,
Their lightes disseuered shyne, and they them selues in wynes and sléepe
Resolued slurg on grounde, wyde
Silence walkes, now fréendly harke
What rysing mooues my sprite, and wherupon my thought doth carke.
Aeneas home to call bin Lordes and people firmely set,
And men they séeke to sende, that tidynges certayne soone may fet.
If they will giue to thée such benefites as I requier,
(For vnto me shall fame of so great fact suffice for hier).
By yonder banke thou séest, I could a way me thinks finde out
To passe to
Euanders court, and by the same reuert about.
Euryalus astonid stoode, such loue him prickt of prayse,
He coulde him not conteyn, but to his fréende thus feruent sayes.
In thynges of so great weight my felowship dost
Nisus grutche?
Forsakst thou mee? should I send thée alone to daungers suche?
Not so my father
Opheltes beaten in warres did me conduct
Through fearefull
Graecia frayes, nor so my minde did euer instruct
In tremblyng toyles of
Troy, nor I with thée such parts haue played
Since great
Aeneas campe, and destnies me extreme haue stayed.
I beare a mynde perdée dispising death, I lacke not spright
To thinke this prayse well bought, with losse for thée of life and light.
Nisus to this. Such thyngs in faith of thée did I not dred,
Gods forbod so to thinke, no, me almighty
Ioue so sped
Or who so els of gods indifferent lookes, my head so strike.
But if there should as many thynges thou séest in daungers like,
If any sore missehap or chaunce or god should backward shooue,
One freēd wold saue the other from danger.
I would thou shouldst remayne, thy yeres to liue don best behooue.
Let one suruiue that me from foes may take, or my dead corse
For money may redéeme, and to enterre haue some remorse,
Rewardyng me with earth, or if my lucke not so vouchsaue:
Giue offrings for my soule, and it set foorth with tombe or graue.
Nor cause will I to thy déere mother be of so great grief,
Who thée alone (O ladde) pursues good soule of matrones chief,
Respecting daungers non, and lest
Acestes land so lief.
He thereagainst. Excuses vaine, in vayne thou dost but knit,
Nor myne affection first doth from my brest ought chaunge or flit.
Let vs be gone (ꝙ he) and calles the skoute, they strayt supplied
Their roumes, & kept their turnes. Thei leuing stādings both furth hied
In one minde knit like mates, and for their king enquéeryng spied.
All other breathyng soules, on soyles disperst, than easments tooke,
Releasing paynes with sléepe, and cares from harts forgetfull shooke.
The dukes of
Toians chief, and chosen youth about them bolde:
Their counsayle than supreame for kingdoms weight did carkfull holde,
What should be don, or to
Aeneas now who message beares.
They leane with shields in hands, consultyng sad vpon their speares.
Amids the campe in field than
Nysus to them fresh of chere,
With mate
Euryalus beséekes accesse, to speake them nere,
A thyng of burthen great and worthy of thancke they haue to breake.
Ascanius furst them tooke, and
Nisus quiueryng bad to speake.
Than thus, giue equall mindes, and eares to vs Opryncely péeres,
Nor iudge not our deuise by our apparaunce light of yéeres,
The
Rutils silent lien in wynes and sléepes and surfets drownde,
Eke wée our selues haue vewd for our atempt good space of grounde,
Where from our gate the way deuided parts, their fiers vnbroke,
Descries their vacant shore, and to the starres the thicke blacke smoke,
Disseueryng spreades in skies, giue vs but leaue to take our chaunce.
Wée to
Euanders court vnto
Aeneas close will glaunce.
Him here with slaughter strong, and spoile more great than wée conceiue
You shall sée strayte returne, nor vs our way can ought deceyue.
Wée saw from far that towne in vales obscure down crookyng lowe,
Continuall hunting there, and all that flood besides wée know.
Whan this
Alethes heard right graue in age and ripe of yéeres,
Gods, Gods, O countrey Gods, in whose protection
Troy still stéeres:
You minde not (I perceiue) poore
Troians yet to quenche down rights,
Whan such coragious youth, such brests so bold, so liuelike sprights,
It pleaseth you to sende. And as he spake, he did embrace
The necks and armes of both, and teares down tricklyng fild his face.
What gifts? what worthy gifts for such attempts and ventrous déedes
May recompence you Lordes? but for your vertues such must néeds
From gods come best reward? your maners eke no worse can gayne,
All other thinges to you
Aeneas prince shall pay full fayne.
Ascanius also when he to perfit age attaynes:
Such kindenesse will requite, nor neuer shall forget your paynes.
Yea I my self
Ascanius than sayd, whose onely wealth
Depends on you to sée my syers retournyng swift in health:
By puissaunt
Toian gods, vnto you
Nysus both I sweare,
By myne aduoury saints, by
Vestas secretes hoare of heare,
I here protest my faith what euer chaunce or fortune happes
What euer luck be myne, I put it whole in your two lappes.
Cal backe my parent swéete, let me of him haue once a sight,
No heauines my minde can in his presence make affright.
Two comely siluer cups I shall you giue with grauing drest,
My father wan them both, when he
Arisba towne supprest.
Two big threfooted bolles, eke talents twain most large of gold,
An auncient bason broad Quéene
Didos gift of price vntold.
And if our chaunce preuaile, that we our kingdom here may staye,
To take
Italia land, and by the lots deuide our praye:
Thou sawest what palfray stéede, what armour braue king
Turnus bare
All guilt, what shield? and how his helmet crest did streaming stare?
Euen them to thée shal I from out the lots except with cure.
Alreadie thine they be, thou maist accompt them
Nisus, sure.
A dosen matrones eke, of thriftie kinred largest limd.
My father thée shall giue, with bondmen twelue of al things trimd,
Besides those whole demaines, which king
Latinus self doth kéepe.
But as for thée, o ladde, to whom my yeres more nere do créepe.
Thou reuerent stately child, how déepe in brest I thée receiue?
Thou euer art my mate, whom scarce nor chaunce nor time can weyue,
Shal neuer pompe to me without thy porcion sure be sought,
What euer peace or wars I make, my déeds, my words, my thought.
Shal most remaine to thée: And he again made answere thus.
No day shal me disproue, nor of my dedes vnlike discus
Fall fortune good or bad, thus much I graunt, but one thing thée,
One graunt let me require that passing all gifts is to mée.
I haue a mother here, of
Priams stock she comes of old.
Whom neither
Troian soile could after me (good creature) hold,
Nor king
Acestes walls, but me at all times folowing sues.
Pietee and duety towards parentes.
She hereof nothing knowes, what euer chaunce may me misuse,
Vngréetid her I leaue, this night I take and thy right hand
To my record, that I my parents teares could notwithstand.
But thy relief to her I must nedes craue to appeas her woo,
Let me that hope of thée for certain beare, the bolder goo
To daungers al I shall. Than teares of eies did thick downe fall.
From
Troyans pearced brests, and from
Ascanius first of all,
Eke print of pure paternall loue, his piteous minde gan gall.
Than thus he spake.
I promise al to thée that worthy is for so great fame.
My mother she shalbe, and sauing only
Creusas name:
No diffrence make I shal, nor small rewards doth her remaine,
Who such a fruit furth brought, what euer chaunce this fact obtain.
Now by this head I swere whereby my sire did oft protest,
What euer graunt I gaue thy saulf returne if things did best:
Vnto thy mother sure and al thy kin shal firmely stand.
So spake he weeping the, and from his shoulders gaue with hand
His bright broad golden sworde, whom wondrous arts and works did wreath
Of smith
Licaons craft fine fitted light with Iuery sheath.
Duke
Mnesteus Nisus giues a Lions hyde of roughnes straunge,
Vnspoild with pawes,
Alethes iust did helme with him exchaunge.
Strait armed out they gone, whom lords and captains chief of sway
Conducted through their gates, than youth and age for them did pray.
Eke
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Ascamus came furth nor vowes to gods did spare
Discréete beyond his yeres, endewed with sprite and manly care.
Much things vnto his father tell he bad, but blastes did breath
His words with wind, and scattring vain to clouds, did all bequeath.
They ouer diches went, and by the shade of darke midnight
Their enmies campe they pearce, there to destroy first many a wight.
On euery side lay drinke, and strowne on gras all fast on sléepe
Mens bodies thick they sée, and carts with chardges non did kéepe.
Here whéeles, here halter thongs, and men on traces slurging laide.
Their armour mixt with wynes. Than
Nisus first bespeaking saide.
Eurialus, now bolde bestur thy handes, now time prouokes,
Here lieth our way, take heede, looke wel about, bestow thy strokes.
Let no man rise behind, make al things sure anenst our backes,
I leade thée through this lane, and wide, and wast put all to wrackes.
This spoken, speach he stopt,
Slaughters done by
Nssus.
and sodenly with foine of sworde
Proude
Ramnes through he strake, that on his carpet clothes at borde
Lay stretched breathing big, outsnorting sléepe with puffs from brest.
A king he was, and to king
Turnus déere he calkinges kest.
But not with calking craft could he his plague betwitch that day.
Than seruaunts next him thre, which by the weapons rashly lay,
With squire of
Remus chief he strait supprest, and strait did fang
His charet keper there, and cut their throtes that down did hang.
Than he their masters head with sword of chopt, and left his tronke,
Furth yexing belching blood, the soyle, the streames the tents vpdronke,
With
Lamirus, and
Lamus, and
Seranus strippling gay,
Which daunsed had that night with amorous face, and prompt did play.
His limmes had
Bacchus bounde most lucky lad if he that night
Suruiued had his sport, and drawn his ioy to broad day light.
Euen Lion lyke, that troubling flocks of shéepe when folds are ful
(Wod hunger him prouokes) doth féed, doth fret, doth teare, doth pul,
The sely soft beast (dum for feare), his bloody téeth doth gnashe.
Nor nothing lesse this whyle,
Sslaughters committed by
Euryalus.
Eurialus did slaughters lashe.
He throughly waxeth mad, and people much not worthy name
With
Fabus, Hebesus, and
Retus strong he kild for game,
Eke
Abaris, vnwares they were dispatcht, but
Retus than
Broade wakened al things saw, and hiding shranke behynde a pan.
But folowing face to face he through his brest did thrust his blade
Euen whole as he did ryse, and in much death he made him wade,
He spued his purple soule, and as he died his blood did spoute
Vprendring wynes with lyfe, he stil by stealth besturres him stoute▪
And towards now
Messapus mates thei drew, wher fiers on ground
They saw did furthest fayle, and stéedes there stood at maungers bound,
On forage féeding faire. Than thus in eare did
Nisus rounde,
For him he did perceaue to sore, to furious set abroache.
Let vs now leaue (ꝙ he) malicious day doth neare approche.
They méetely wel bin paied, our way is won through mids our foes.
Much plenty siluer plate behynd them left they glad did lose,
Good armour, chardgers great, and costly carpets tapstry gay.
King
Ramnes trappers had, of gorgeous works that much did way.
With bulions broad of gold, and girdling girthes miraclose fyne,
Which old duke
Cedicus (men say) whan he furst did combyne
In absence fréendly league with
Remulus of
Tyburt coast:
He sent that present then, for he of wealth had ryches moast.
Bequethed then from him his nephew kept them many a day.
But after his decesse, the
Rutils wan by war that praye.
Eurialus them caught, and on his shoulders strong in vayne
He fitly them bestowd, and of his spoyle he was right fayne.
Than duke
Messapus helme with beauteous crestes adorned pure
On head he puts, than campe they leaue and passe their iorney sure.
This whyle from
Latin town, one troupe of horsmen sent that way,
(Whyle al the rest in legion armed stood and did but stay)
Came furth, and aunswer brought of their estate to
Turnus king.
Thre hundred shieldmen al, al vnderneth duke
Volscens wing,
And towards now the campe they drew, and walls approched nye,
Whan from a far these men take left hand course they might espie.
And by the glimsing night
Eurialus that swift went on
His hie helme him betraied, that brightsom beames reflecting shone,
Was not for nought espied. Duke
Volscens cryed amids his troupe,
Stand felows, where this way? what be yée so that shrinking stoupe?
Wher run you armed thus? they not an answere to them gaue,
But swiftly through the woods made hast in trust that night shuld saue.
The horsmen kest them selfs in crokings knowen of quainted ground.
Here, yonder, there, ech where, and entries al with kéepers crounde.
A wood with bushes broad there was begrowne with bigtrée bows,
Whom thick entangling thornes, and bryry brambles fild with brows.
No trade but tratling pathes, som here, som there that secret straies,
Eurialus the braunches darke of trées, and heauy praies
Don let, he cleane contrary ronnes beguild by wandring waies.
Nisus went on, and enmies all vnwares had scapid quyte.
And past that place which afterwards
Albanus mountaine hight
Of
Albas name, king
Latin there great pastures did maintaine
Whan furst he stood and for his absent fréend did looke in vaine.
Eurialus poore lad, what countrei now shall I thée séeke?
What path shuld I pursue? strait back again from créeke to créeke
Through that deceitful wood vnwynding wayes perplext he sought,
Stil tracking marking steps through thickets silent stragling blynd.
He heres their horse, he heres their rustling noise, and enmies wynd.
Not long betwene there was when to his eares the crye cam hot,
and furst
Eurialus he séeth whom al mens hands had got,
Through fraud of night and place of troublous tumult wareles trapt,
Vainstrungling working much, but round about him all they wrapt.
What shuld he do? what strength? how could he shift or dare dispose
To rescue thus this lad? should he run rashly midds his foes?
Enfoarcing faire to death with comely wounds his lyfe to lose?
He swiftly shooke his dart, and hie beholding bright the Moone:
He whirling bent his arme, and thus he feruent made his boone,
Thou goddesse, thou this time, thou in our labours lende reliefe,
Thou beauteous Quéene of starrs in forests virgin keper chiefe.
If euer gift for me sir
Hirtacus my father gaue
Vnto thine offryngs feates, if euer I encreased haue
Thy sacred altars fees, with huntyng dayly through my costs,
Or deckt my church with spoyles, or hangd about thy holy posts:
Geue me to breake this plumpe, & through the skies now guide my dart.
He spake: and straining total strength his toole with hand and hart
Rest farth, it whirling flew, and through the shade of shimring night
It past, and into
Sulmons backe with noise did sharpely light,
In péeces there it brake, and to the hartstrings perst the wood.
He tumbling (cold outspued al hoat from brest his reking flood,
Farfetching yexing slow, his guts vpgathering smytes his sydes.
Eche man about them looke. Lo, yet agayn a smarter glydes,
Which he with force outflang, and leauel kest direct from eare.
Whyles al they troubled stood, to
Tagus whistling ran that speare,
Athwart his head it cam, and thirld him quyte through temples twain
With noyse, where fixed fast it stacke warme waxing through his brain.
Duke
Volscens storming frets, nor him that did that weapon fling:
He one where could behold, nor whither feruent mad to spring.
But thou this whyle (ꝙ he) these two mens death shalt surely rue,
If any hoat blood in thy hart there be. And strait outdrue
Against
Eurialus his sworde. Than verely in dede dismaide
Did
Nisus loudly shryke, nor more to lurcke in darknes staide,
Such torments than him toke, he cried amain with voice affaied.
Tis I, tis I, here, here I am that did, turne all at me,
O
Rutils with your tooles, my onely craft here it is, not he,
He nether durst nor could, this heauen, these stars, I witnes take.
Onely for to much loue his wretched fréend he nold forsake.
Such words he gaue, but déepe with dynt the sword enforced furst
Had ransakt through his ribs and swéete white brest at once had hurst.
Eurialus sleyne.
Down falls
Eurialus in death, his limmes, his fair fine fleshe
Al runs on blood, his neck down fainting nods on shulders neshe,
Wel like the purple floure that cut with plough letfalling loppes
In languish withring dies, or like weake necks of poppis crops
Down peifing heauy heads, whan rain doth lading gréeue their tops.
But
Nisus to his enmies fearcely ran, and through their mids,
Duke
Volscens out he sekes, he onely
Volscens battaile bids.
Whom
Rutils clustring close on ech syde shoues, and stout withstands.
Volscens sleyne. Nisus sleyn.
Yet nerethelesse his sword like lightning bright with both his hands
He swindgyng sturde, and as duke
Volscens cried, he smote him so:
That through his throte it went, and euen in death he kilde his so.
Than wery digd with woundes, on his dead fréend him self he kest
Expyring life at last, and tooke his death for pleasaunt rest.
O fortunate both twayne, and if my verse may get good lucke:
Shall neuer day nor time from mindefull age your prayses plucke.
Whyle prince
Aeneas house, whyle
Capitol most stately stone
Vnmooueable shall stande, while
Romain rules this worlde in one.
The
Rutil victor knights with spoyles and pray departed there,
And
Volscens dead their duke all wéeping sad to campe they beare.
Nor waylyng lesse there was, whan
Ramnes kyng was headlesse found,
So many Lords at once through al the campe so strowd on ground,
With
Neuma, with
Serranus huge concourse and preasing strong
About their bodies came, some yet haulf panting stretcht along.
Ech place of slaughters smokes, and stremes of bloud did flushyng some.
Anon they knew their spoyles, and duke
Messapus helme com home.
Kynge
Ramnes trappers eke with no small swet recouered sore.
And now dame
Morning furst bespredyng lands with light renewd,
Forsoòke syr
Tythons bed all heauenly paynted saffronhewd.
Now sun disperseth beames, now things discouerid broad bin vewd.
Kyng
Turnus fresh his folks and strength of men, and armour stéeres
In complet harneis bright his brasen troupes to wars vpchéeres.
Ech captein cals their bandes, and rumours run mens moodes to prick.
Besides all this (a piteous grisly sight) on speares they stick
They stick their heads vpon speates.
The heads of these two knights, and loud with cries they them pursue,
Euryalus, and
Nysus.
The paynefull
Troians tough did on their left hand walles within
Resistyng set their front, for flood their righthand compast in.
Their trenches hie they holde, and lofty towres defendyng kéepe,
All pensiue standyng sad, and heads on poales before them péepe
Fame.
To well poore wretches known w
t filthy bloud down droppyng déepe.
This whyle doth flickeryng
Fame on message flie with fethrid winges
Through all the tremblyng town, and swift in moment tidyngs brings.
And filles the mothers eares of that yong strippling earst of tolde.
Lament acion of
Euryalus mother.
All sodenly poore wretch, all heat her bones forsooke for colde.
Her weauyng web down fell, and spindels scattryng thrown on ground.
She flies furth woofull soule) and howlyng shrill in womans sound:
Dissheuillid teares her heare, and to the walles in hast she spéedes,
She neither daunger kest, nor men regards, nor weapons dréedes.
But Heauen w
t moane she filles, & thus through people wailyng spréedes
And is it thus,
Euryalus, that I thy face beholde,
Myne ages late relief myne onely ioye, my comfort olde?
And couldst forsake me thus thou cruell hart to leaue me alone?
Nor entryng daungers such might I thy mother caytiue crone,
Optayne thy talkyng last, and make on thée my latter stoundes?
Alas, in land vnknowen, alas, to féede
Italian houndes,
To foules a pray thou lieft, O welaway for euermore.
Nor wretched mother I, thy funerals brought out before,
Nor could come close thine eyes, nor wounds with waters washing bath
With clothyng coueryng soft, which I both nights & dayes to rath
Did ordayne gay for thee, and hourely hastyng did prepare,
In webbing wastyng time to ease thereby myne aged care.
Where should I séeke? what countrey lande containes my lims distract?
What nacion teares my flesh, my funerals my membres ract?
Is this thy gift O son, thou bringest me home, thy works of hands?
Is it therefore that I thus folowed haue such seas, such lands?
Dig, dig me downe with darts, throw all on me your weapons kéene
O
Rutils (if ought pitie be) consume me I be not séene.
Or thou most mightie father of gods, haue mercy on my vnright,
Down thrust this hatefull head to
Lymbo lakes most lurking light.
Since otherwise my lothsome life to breake I haue no might.
With sorowing thus mens mindes molested shrank, & sad through all
Déepe mourning makes them slacke, vnuicted strengthes begin to pall,
She blobbryng still, and kindlyng further greit two kinsmen stept,
Commaunded by syr
Ilione and
Ascanius much that wept,
Betwéen them her they tooke, and bare to house and there her kept.
But brighthras troupe from far, his fearfull shiuring sounds expels,
Thicke, thick, and therevpon men shout, that hie heauen yalping yels.
The
Volscans ioyntly knit, with targates coueryng close their heads,
The trench attempting teare, and rampier stakes with dich down treads
Some séeke their entring breach on skalyng ladders clambring quicke
Where few resisters stand, and soldiours round ryng not so thicke,
Where wal most entershines. Against thē
Troians hye from tops,
Al sorts of turments turne, and thick them down they thrust w
t props,
Expert in long defence, and practise old to kéepe their towne.
Great stones also they weld intollerably tumbling downe.
If any where that couered plumpe might breake, whan they agayne
Did vnderneth their shields al chaunces hard conioynt sustayne.
Nor now they more can byde, for wher their engine ioynes his iolle:
A huge vnweldie weight the
Troyans rumbling did down rolle,
Whose fal did
Rutils whelme and brake their tortais roof distwynde.
No more with such deceit they care to coape in conflict blinde,
Strongharted
Rutils bold, but from the trenche they seke to driue
With darts and hurling tooles.
On thother side with odious noise a lothsome sight to looke,
His fyriesmoking bronds on standardstaff
Mezentius shooke.
But duke
Messapus tamer strong of stéeds, god
Neptunes brood:
Cuts down their trench, and skales their wals, he cries outragious wood.
Now muses help, now helpe, now to my song aspire your breath.
What murthring quars of mē, what heapes down thrown, what toyles of death
King
Turnus then did giue, and who? what man sent down to hell?
Reuolue with me this war, and chaunces huge what things befel.
You ladies, your remembre best, and vttring best can tell.
A towre of stéepe vpsight there stood, with skaffolds large of length
In place vpframyd fit, whom all the
Italians totall strength
Incessaunt stil did saulte, and foarce extreame of charge at ones
They spent to ouerturne. The
Troyans it defend with stones,
And through their launcet loupes their whirling darts do thick bestowe.
A blasing burning linke of cresset light did
Turnus throwe,
And to the syde the flame did fixe, whom wind vpheauing hoysts,
Which fastning caught the bourds deuoring posts and timber ioysts.
They bustling quicke within for feare gan quake, and as to flée
They sought, and toke the syde, which of that deadly plague was frée,
Whiles clustring close they cling: Than sodeinly the towre for weight
Down fel with thondring foarce, that heauen did ratling roare on height.
Haulf mangled dead to ground men by that building huge opprest:
Came pecemeale tottring down, som torne with timber through their brest,
Som with their own tooles thirlid were, yea scant with much ado,
One
Helenor, and
Lycus skoope,
Helenor borne of
Meons concubine.
the elder of them two
Was
Helenor, whome bond
Lycinia maide to
Meon king
Broughtforth by stealth, his father him to wars while youth did spring
Vnlauful sent to
Troy, his worship win he should in féeld.
Al light with naked blade, yet honourles, yet blanke in shéeld.
He whan him self he saw so many thousand men among,
Great armies here, great armies there, on ech side
Latines strong:
Euen as a beast whom hunters round in ryng haue gotten in holde,
She séeth no way to scape, than willingly to slaughter bolde
She frantike runnes on death, & beares downe tooles, & bearesperes edge.
Nonotherwise this lad, where emnies thickest him did hedge,
With will to die did breake among the mids constraynyng stripes,
But
Lycus better far with féete, euen through his enmies gripes,
Euen by their weapons swift escapid had, and swift with handes
Endeuouryng climes his wall, his mates to reach on roofes that standes.
Whom
Turnus in pursuit did with his weapon thrown arest,
Him catching railing thus. What dost thou think thou madbraind beast,
To skape scotfrée from vs? and as he there did pendant skralle:
He pluckt him backe by foarce, with great péece folowing from the walle.
Euen as an
Egle doth som tymrous Hare,
Lycus takē.
or neare great brokes
Some Lilywhyted swan vpliftyng heaue, in talent hookes.
Or sucklyng lambe whom bleatyng long the dame still séekes about,
Which from the coat the rauenyng Wolf hath caught. On eche side shout
Doth ryse, inuasion hoat begins, than rampier bankes are brast.
Some other burnyng bronds to houses tops do flingring cast.
And as
Lucetius cam with pitche and flame to fier the gate:
Syr
Ilione with stone downe tumblyng, quite did quashe his pate,
With stone downe topplyng great, no litle lumpe of broken hill.
Than
Lyger did
Emathion, Corynee Asylas kill,
He good at dart, that other chief with shaft that far begyles.
Syr
Ceneus Ortagium slew, but
Turnus him exyles
From life, and
Turnus Ityn kilde, and
Clonyus, and with him
Syr
Promulus, and
Sagar, syr
Dyoxip large of lim,
With
Ida boystous knight, before the towres that warde did beare.
Pryuernum Capis kilde, him furth before
Themillas speace,
Had pinched small with prick, he like a dolt kest of his targe,
And handlyng groapt his grief, an arrow therfore swift with charge
His left side wyng cam by, and to his ribbes his pawe made fast,
That loongs, and breathing pypes, that mortal stroke with brusing brast:
There stoode in armour fine, the worthy son of
Arceus duke,
Gay néedle wrought in cloke, embroyded brown in
Spaniards puke:
Much noble, fayre in face, his father him to warfare sent,
Syr
Arceus bred in woods, and by the floods of
Simeth banks,
Where stands
Palycus church, and altars gracious rendryng thanks.
A whistlyng whirlyng slyng
Mezentius tooke, and amnes downe flang.
Him self thrée times the thongs about his head in compasse swang,
And leuell right him strake, that in the mids the meltyng lead
His temples twayne did sliue, and large on dust outstretcht him dead.
Than furst,
Ascanius first exploit in war.
Ascanius in war his swift shaft (as men say)
Did shoote, which woonted was before wylde skittish beasts to affray,
And with his hand syr
Numan proude downe layd, whose surname hight
Duke
Remulus, he
Turnus yonger sister lately plight:
Than wedded had. He royster furst in forefront raylyng loude,
Thynges toto bad reuiled, of kyngdoms new promocion proude.
All spytefull swolne in brest, and big with noyse him self did beare.
Are ye not yet ashamed to lurke in hoales eftsoones for feare?
Twise captiues
Troians? what?
First by
Hercules, next by
Greekes.
thincke ye by walles to saue your liues?
These be the princocke bloods, lo how they looke that fight for wiues?
What deuil? what mischaūce? wher were your wits, what madnes blind
Italia made you séeke, you shall not here
Atrydas finde,
Nor pratler preachyng lier
Vlisses fine to teache men speake.
Wee be a stouter stocke, in other sort our sonnes wée breake.
Our children furst from byrth into the floods wée throw to swim,
With waters noumme and frost wée harden tough both hart and lim,
Our boyes on huntyng run, they study still to beate their woods,
Their playes are Darts of horne, and for disport break horses moods.
As for our youth they wyle, and either ground they tame with rakes,
Contenling mindes with small: or towns in wars besiegyng shakes,
Wée wear our liues in spendyng stéele, w
t speares our breasts wée pricke
Our droues of heards, our booties daily encrease, nor age vnquicke
Enfebleth ought our mynds, nor altreth natures force in fleshe,
Our hoare heares helmets hyde, and euermoreour prayes afreshe
Wée fetch from countreys far, it doth vs good to dryue and watche,
Wée warlyke lyue by spoyles, euen by the things our hands can catche.
You must haue painted wéed, gay ioly Ierkins, saffron shirts,
Your slipcoats must haue sléeues, your coxcom coiues, bongraces girts,
Your study chief is daunse in pampryng feasts with giglet flirts.
O very
Troyan trulles (for
Troians are you non) go fooles.
Go fisgigs, frisk your woods with double pype in skipping skooles,
Hark how your mistrels cal, your tabrets, bagpypes, shalms of boxs.
Go trim your treslock tyres, get on your gloues, your finest frockes
Giue weapons vp for men, let warrs alone for catching knocks.
Him cracking thus, and iangling more dispyte with odious songs:
Ascanius could not beare, but sinnowy bow of horse hyde thongs
He bent, with pointed shaft, and armes disbukling seuerall wayes.
Before hie
Ioue he stands, and humbly thus with vowes he prayes.
Almighty
Ioue giue to my bold beginnings good successe,
Vnto thy temple shal I solempne gifts of offrings dresse,
A yong stéere white as snow, with guilded front of liuely lust,
Hyeheaded lyke his dame, and with his horne desyres to iust,
Already strong which with his féete vpsparpling spredes the dust.
The father aloft him heard, and vnder cléeare skie lefthandlowe,
Did signe of thondring shewe, than with a sounde from deadly bowe,
The swift shaft whistling fled, and through sir
Numans temples twain
If grisly strake. Go go mens manly dedes with mocks disdaine,
Twyse captiues
Troians lo, these answeres
Rutils send againe.
Ascanius spake but thus, the
Troyans than with ioyful voyce,
Al ioyntly gaue their shouts, and lifting minds to starrs reioyce.
That time as fortune was brightheaded
Phoebus for disport
Beheld from ayry coast bothe
Latines hoasts, and
Troyan fort,
As hie on cloude he sat, and thus to
Ascanius gaue report.
Thats thats my péereles lad, such vertues new leads lords to stars,
Begotten of gods, and gods engender shalt, by right al wars
Must vnder
Dardanes line, in time by destny quite down synke,
Nor
Troy can thée containe, and with that worder one could wynke,
Him self from skie down skips, and breathing puffs remoues from ayre
Than to
Ascanius he drawes, and chaunged countenaunce fayre,
Resembling
Buten old.
Phoebus
resembleth Buten.
He to
Anchises great from childe
Was henchman bearing armes, and kept his garde of trust vnfilde,
The old man him to
Ascanius than had put, so
Phoebus went,
All things like aged man, both voyce, and hew he did present,
Whyte heary locks and angrisounding armour, calme of brest.
And to
Ascanius thus that feruent was his words he drest.
Let it suffice thée now that
Numan fréely vanquisht is
Good child: lo now
Apollo great commends thy prayse for this.
He geues thée chief renown, nor lyke with tooles to match doth passe.
Abstaine, hencefurth from blowes my boy, so
Phoebus entring was:
And in the mids his tale, men mortals eyes he cleane forsooke,
Desserring thinne from sight, and flittring fourme to skies betooke.
The lords beknew that god, perceiuing strayte his tooles deuyne,
His arrow sheues they heard, and ratling noyse of boltbag fine.
At
Phoebus worde therefore, and in respect of his great grace:
Ascanius back they kept that egre was, them selfs in place
Succeds, and ventring liues eftsones to daungers turne their face.
A clamorous noise vpmounts on fortres tops and bulwarks towres.
They strike, they bende their bowes, they whirle frō strings sharpe shooting showres:
Al stréetes with tooles ar strowd, than helmets sculs with battrings mard,
And shields dishiuring crack, vpryseth roughnes bickring hard,
Loke how the tempest storm, whan winds outwrastling blowes at south,
Raine ratling geats the grounde, or clouds of haile from winter mouth
Down dashing headlong driues, whan god from skies with grisly steuen,
His watry showres outwrings, and whirlewind clouds down breakes from heauen.
Syr
Pandarus and
Bitias, two brethren,
Pandarus
and Bitias.
Troyans stout,
Whom to
Alcanor knight dame
Hera saluage
Nimph brought out
Among
Ioues sacred woods, in firtre groues of mountaines colde.
Two valiaunt boystous knights, coragious, strong, and equal bolde.
A gate that by their captayne damned was they bread set oape,
So trusted they their strength, and bids their foes come neare to coape.
Them selfes before their towres, both right, and left hand braue out stept
Al armed stif in stéele, and bright with crests their standings kept,
Hyheaded like two trées, like two great Okes by
Padus banks,
Besides their ioyful flood, aboue their mates they ryse by rancks.
Their heads to heauen they lift with lofty tòppes vnshorne they beck,
Beshadowyng broad the bows, and hie surstretching skies they check.
The
Rutils in thei breake whan furst they saw their entrie frée.
Immediatly the Dukes in armour gorgious gay to sée,
Syr
Quercens, and
Equicolus either beaten turne their backs:
Or they with all their bands euen in the gate went dead to wracks.
Than more & more mens minds disordring chafe cōtempning doubts
And thither
Troians now round gathryng draw, by plumpes & routs,
Conflicting hand to hand, and further salyeng dare runne outs.
To captain
Turnus fierce, than troublyng folks on backfort side
A post with message runs, how
Troians now haue caught new pride,
Great murther stoutly made, and how their gates breade ope they set.
He leaues his works begun, and huge with wrath to giue the onset,
To that presumptuous gate, and brethren proude, he rushyng runnes.
And furst
Antyphaten, of kyng
Sarpedons bastarde sunnes.
The chief by
Theban dame, for he against him furst did shoue:
He threwe down dead with dart, the
Italian tronke in skies aboue
Disseuering, tender aire, cam through his brest and out at back,
His stomack round it rent, the wound from caue giues out blood black
Permixt with some, and fixt in loongs the steele warmewaxing stack.
Than
Merops, Aphidnus, and Erimanth with sworde he slew.
Than
Bitias that boystous sturd with eies of sparckling hew,
Not with no dart, for dint of dart, could lyfe not make him yeld.
But thrown with strength extreme a troncheō speare most strōg to weld,
Big like a lightning bolt at him he draue, whom doubled folde
Could neither backs of bulls, nor brest plate faithfull strong of golde
Susteine from mortal plague, his membres huge down foltring flusht,
The ground at falling grones, and thondring huge his shield he crusht.
Bitias sleyn.
As by the
Bayon shore men building hauens done for the nones
With laboring lōg beforn, through engins meanes lay mōstrous stones.
Down sinks the weldlesse weight, and on the ground it setled stands.
Thy wyld seas méeting mixe, and darkning skies vpleapes the sands,
Than with the sounds the soyles adioynant shake, and mountains next,
Where whelmd by gods reuenge in dongeons déepe are giants vext.
Their army puissant
Mars both pricks, and foarce to
Latins harts
Did adde, and stings of egre wrath, in ech mans brest vpstarts.
He made the
Troians flée, and gaue them blackday mixt with dréede,
From euery syde they flocke since now the sight procéedes in dede,
And in their mynds the murthering angel sits.
Whan
Pandarus his brother saw down falne before his eyes,
In what case fortune stands, and how things now in daunger lyes:
The gate with much turmoyle conuerting hinges hookes on rings,
With shoulders shouing broad at last he shuts, and bolts vpwrings,
And many his mates in hard conflict he leaues, and out them lockt.
But other he receyues as with the preas they rusiling shockt
Vnprudent man, that whan the
Rutil kinge did through intrude:
Coulde him not entring spie, but in the fort did him include,
Euen lyke a Tyger wylde among the flocks of cattailes rude.
Incontinent new light their eyes distraynes, and armour straunge
Did grisly giue theyr sound, his quyuering crest with bloodread raunge
Like beams of lightning burnes, and from his shield that flames outflew.
Anon theyr hateful face, and monstrous lyms the
Troyans knew,
Distraught with sodein sight. Than for his brother
Pandare huge
Incēst with feruent wrath: Thou shalt haue here but bad refuge.
This is no ioynter towne, king
Latyns wife gets here no gage,
Nor she (ꝙ he) thy fathers walls this time empoundes in cage.
Thyne enmies for thou séest, hence neuermore shal
Turnus out.
To him than
Turnus spake, al smyling sober fre from doubt.
Begin (if any manfull minde thou hast) approche me rounde.
Ish make thée
Priam tell that here thou hast
Achilles founde.
Thus speaking an vnshapen bunchy speare with barke vnpilde,
Sir
Pandare whirling threw,
Iuno preserued
Turnus life
with strength extreme it went welwilde.
The wynds vpcaught that stroke, and
Iuno Quéene the daunger brake,
Wrong wresting as it went, and in the gate did stick the stake.
But not this toole, of myne which in my right hand here I shake,
Shalt thou escape, great difference now shal our two puissans make
(Quod he,) and stretching broad with armes his sword did mounting lift:
His brainpan through it smote, and in the mids it made a cliff,
Deuiding chekes, and chaps, and heares vpgrown with gapyng woūde.
The soyle than shuddring shooke, and with the weight did yeld a sounde.
Down lyueles falls his lyms, and armour mixt with blood and brayne
With corps he strowd the ground, and equal clyuen in porciōs twaine,
His head on shulders hung, one here, one there disseuered slaine.
The
Troyans than for fear theyr féete gan take with trembling flight.
And if he victor than remembred had, and tane foresight,
Straite wayes to breake the bolts, and through the gates his folks let in:
That day to
Troyan war, and to their lynage last had bin.
But furious feruent mynde, and gréedie lust of slaughters more
Enforst hym for warde still.
Furst
Phalarim and maister veines of
Giges huge he sheares.
And as the people fled he gathering darts, and skattred speares
Bestowed them in their backs, for
Iuno gaue both might and mynde.
Than
Halim felow vnto them he ioynes, and kylls behynde
Syr
Phegius with targat pyke down pusht, than vp the wall
He runns, and such as fighting there, of this knew nought at all
Neomonus, and
Prytanis, with
Hellus he downe stewe.
Alcander than and
Lynceus which toward him stout drewe,
Outmustring mates for helpe, he leaping trench did swift preuent,
And with his glittring glayue he such a stroke vnwares him lent:
As hand to hand he fought, that quite from shoulders at one choppe
His head with helmet fell, and far from him did hobbling hoppe.
From thence sir
Amycus he slits that wilde beasts euer stroyed,
More lucky non there was, nor neuer man more oft them noyed,
With oyntments armyng stéele, w
t poysoned tooles he still them cloyd.
Than
Clytius, and the dulcet freend of Muses
Cretea fine.
Syr
Cretea Muses mate that euermore with voyce deuine
Melodious warblid songs, his pastime chief was harpe and kit,
By numbryng ran his Rimes to synowy cords concurrant fit:
Alwayes of stéedes, of armes, of men, he sang of battails mayne.
At last the leaders great, whan they first heard their men so slayne:
The
Troyan captaynes came, sir
Mnesteus and
Serestus strong,
They saw their straglyng mates, and enmy entred thicks among.
And
Mnesteus, what auayles this flight? where run you now (ꝙ he?)
What better bulwark walles? what other townes or trench haue ye?
One man alone (O sirs) euen in your mids inclosd in campe,
So many slaughters made? in such a fort round skotfrée rampe?
So many chieftain knights vnuenged sends to
Lymbo dampe?
Make ye no more of countrey soyle remorse? faintharted fy?
What shall wée shame our gods? and great
Aeneas nought set by?
With such rebukes mens mindes vpkindled staied, & thick with preas
They stoode. But small and small from flight did
Turnus than surceas,
Retiryng to that side where flood the fortresse gyrdes aboute.
So much the more pursute the
Troyans make with restles shoute,
And clustryng close they shooue. As when sometime men gathring thicke
A Lyon wylde assaylne, and hard with tooles oppressyng pricke.
But he affraied resists, sowerskowling grim he backward strides,
And neither taile to turne his pride him lets, nor wrath his sides
Will suffryng make him shew, nor forward can set furth his ioynts,
Though fain he would, not able he is yet for men, for weapons poynts.
None otherwise did
Turnus than retracting séeke bypath,
With stalking doubtfull steps, and déepe in minde reboyles his wrath.
Yet notwithstandyng twise his enemies mids he did inuade,
And twyse conuertyng backs them take their walles in flight he made.
But thuniuersall campe together ioyning whole did rise,
Nor
Iuno Quéene durst more against such strength so great suffice.
For
Ioue vnto his sister down her ayry
Raynbow sent
With message nothyng milde, and how that some should soone repent
If
Turnus from the
Troians loftie walles did not reyéelde,
The yong prince now therfore, with neither right hand yet, nor shield
Enduring can resist, so thick thrown tooles on ech side prest
About his temples rounde big bounsing beats, nor neuer at rest
His helmet tincgling tings, and stones with bumpes his plates disglosse,
His topright crest from crown downe battred falles, nor brasen bosse
Sufficient is for strokes so doubledriuing they not stint.
The
Troyans al with speares, eke he him self with lightning dint
Syr
Mnesteus forward shoues, than euery lim on streaming swet
Doth drop down black as pitch, nor giues him time his breth to fet.
Faint panting puls his ioynts, and tierd with pains his entrails beat.
Than with a leape at last to
Tyber flood in all that heat
He headlong kest him self, in complet armour compast all,
He smooth with chanell blew did softly him receyue from fall,
And to his mates him glad (from slaughters washt) home sent withall.
DEO GRATIAS.
Per Thomam Phaer,
3. Aprilis finitum 1560. Opus 30. dierum.
¶ The tenth booke of the Aeneidos of Ʋirgil.
The Argument.
¶
Iupiter callyng a parliament of Gods: exhorteth them to concorde,
Venus complayneth of the
Troians danger, and
Iunos vnsaciable malice, and requireth at length some end of calamities.
Iuno layeth all the blame in the
Troians, as y
e first causers of war, & in
Venus her self. When
Iupiter perceaued they would grow to no agreement, to offend neither his wife nor his daughter: promiseth to take part with nether, but will put of all to the indifferencie of destenies. This while the
Rutilians returne to thassault with all their force, whom the assaulted repel with all their might, & this in
Latium. Aeneas hauyng braught al things in
Etruria to wisshed end, beyng assisted by diuers peoples: returneth to his mates with a nauie of thirtie sayle. There he meeteth with the
Nimphes that were not longe before transformed from shippes, and is by them certefied both of the losse of his fleet, and of the daunger of his men. Then he landeth his power within the sight of his enemies. The
Rutilians leaue the sledge, and run to shoare to keepe the enemie from landyng. There they fight with greate losse on bothe sides. Where
Pallas, after many slaughters on his enemies: is at length slayne by
Turnus. With sorow wherof,
Aeneas all enraged: maketh plenty bloudoffryngs on his foes for his freendes soule. Then
Ascanius issueth forth, and ioyneth power with his father.
Iuno carefull for
Turnus, casteth before his eyes a false representation of
Aeneas. Which, whilst he pursueth into a ship:
Iuno breaketh the cables, and by force of a tempest, bringeth him to the shore neare
Ardea. Mezentius then, at
Iupiters commaūdment, entreth the battle, and sleyth many both
Troians and
Etruscans, vntil
Aeneas haue woū ded him, and being rescued by
Lausus his sunne: is scarce able to departe the field
Lausus is also sleyne by
Aeneas whylst he endeuoreth to reuenge his fathers wounde. Which when
Mezentius vnderstoode: he returneth into the battle, and is sleyne by the same hand that his sunne was.
BRoad open in this while of glorious god thalmighty hall,
The father of gods, & king of men him self doth councel cal
Into the starbright seat, whens kingdoms large in seas and landes
He lofti low beholds, both
Troians fort, and
Latins bands.
In parliment house they sat twigated wyde: him self begins.
Celestials great, how happens now so soone your sentence twins
Reuolting iudgement fixt: why shew ye thus with minds vnméete,
Ioues forefended warres should
Latins now to
Troyan fléete?
What discord now contrarious maks you fearce? what wroth, what feare
Sets these, or those on gog not suffring rest to shield nor speare?
A time to fight there comes, cal not to fast for fatal houres.
Punick warres.
Who wylde
Carthago proud in tract of yeres to Romishe towres
Destruction great shal send, and mountain tops down tearing breake.
Than spare not your dispites, than rap and reaue who list and wreake.
Now let them rest, and quiet league compound your selues to smight.
Thus
Ioue in brief, but not in brief than golden
Venus bright
Venus complaint.
Replied as thus.
O father, o thou euerlasting strength of god, and man.
For what thing els haue we to whom for helpe now crye we can?
You se how
Rutils rampe and with what brauery bolne in pride
King
Turnus prosperous rydes, scant in their wals can
Troyans byde,
But euen amids their gates, euen on their bulworks rampier brims:
They bickring dayly dye, that trench and dich with bloodshead swims.
Aeneas absent knowes not this, will you geue neuer leaue
To rest poore soules from siege, must enmies euer stil downe reaue
The walles of springing
Troy? and yet more still with straungers hoasts
Poore
Troyans troubled bin, yet ones agayn from
Greekish coasts
Must
Diomedes ryse? I wene my flesh must yet be cut,
And me your heauenly chyld man mortall shal to daungers put.
But if contrarye to the pleasure of your heauenly grace,
In
Italy ben
Troyans entred wrong, vsurping place:
Than let them buy theyr sinnes, nor ayde them not, but if they haue
But folowed your precepts, which gods and spright such mumbers gaue:
Why now should any creature dare controle or hang down groyne
To bend back your decrées, or destnies now presume to royne?
What should I now reherce our nauy brent at
Scicil shore?
Or name the king of stormes with all his tempest wynde vprore
Against vs whole vpraisde, and
Raynbow clouds so oft down strainde?
And now the fends forsoth for that one quarter yet remainde
Vnsought besydes the world, yet sodenly lo thence to skies
Alecto reare she did, and made by madnesse towns vpryse.
Supremyty, nor for their empier moues me not such things,
Wée looked long in vayn whyle fortune was, but this not wrings.
Make victours whom you fauour most, our hope so hie not springs.
If no one corner be that your spouse can vouchsafe to giue
To
Troyans poore for spite, nor countrey none, nor place to liue:
Yet by the piteous fall of smoking
Troy from soyle destroyed,
Good father I beséeke let me
Ascanius kéepe vncloyed:
Let me my nephew small withdraw from
Mars, as for my son
Aeneas, he shall tosse in seas vnknown as earst hath don.
And what way fortune leades, where euer it be, let him go proue,
Yet let me saue his childe and him from batails hard remoue.
In
Cypres land some cities faire I haue, I haue
Cythere,
Idalium, Paphos hie, and
Amathus, let him dwell there,
Vnfamous frée from wars, and honourlesse lead out his age,
Than may your grace condempne al
Italy to great
Carthage
In slauedome vnder
Moores, no hindraunce than to
Affrick towres
Can com, large empier rule they may no
Troyans nere their bowres.
What hath our seruice now preuaild, what goodnes haue we got
By skaping
Greekish fiers, and mortall plagues of
Mars so hot?
So many parlous lands, such wast wyde seas with paines outworne,
Whyle
Troians Latium séeke, to reise the walles so oft down torne?
Had it not better ben, if in their countreys reking dust,
On soyl where
Troy did stand they setled had, than thus to trust?
Yet giue them wretches leaue to turne their backs, and home retier
Vnto their natiue streames, lorde be so good at my desier.
Reuert their former toyles, all miseries that earst haue béene
Iunos repli.
Giue ones againe to
Troyans gracious sir. Than
Iuno Quéene
Enforst with furious rage vprose: why dost thou me constraine,
Déepe silence now to breake, and to disclose my chouched paine?
Did either god or man
Aeneas thyne to warre compell?
King
Latin to impugne, or yet his subiects cause rebell?
Italia land he tooke by destnyes worde: admit so were
Through mad
Cassandras sprite, yet did wée euer tyce him there
To leaue his campe vnkept? and to the wynds his lyfe commit?
To giue his childe the charge of walles, and wars did wée giue writ?
Or make him nacions moue in rest that sate, or faithes remit?
What god did such deceit? where was that time that power of ours?
So fore or where was
Iuno than, or bowe down sent with shoures?
Is it so vyle a thing that springing
Troy besieged standes
With fier? and that king
Turnus séeks to saue his countrey landes?
Of king
Pilumnus blood
Venilia Nimph that had to dame?
What is for
Troian théeues, al
Itali with bronds to flame,
Subdue their neighbours lands, and robbrie boties riue by snaps,
Compel men giue them wyues, and spouses reaue from parents laps,
Entreat for peace by becks, and traitors arme their ships for traps?
Thou couldst
Aeneas thyne from hands of
Greeks somtime withdraw.
Suppliedst his place with cloude, with empty winde of wauering flaw.
Thou couldst conuert their fléete to seuerall ships with stormes renewd.
If wee help
Rutils ought, lo what a sinne, what broile is brewed?
Aeneas absent knowes not this? nor maye he absent knowe.
Thou hast
Cithera townes, hie
Paphos, and
Idalium lowe,
Why troublous sturrest thou thus mēs angry moodes, why dost procure
New warres to
Latium town that trauayls old could scant endure?
Ist we that will vpturne the flittring state of
Troy from soyle?
Came it by vs, or first by him, that
Greeks made
Troy a spoyle?
Who first began that cause, why rose in armour fixt on wreke
Europa and
Asia both? who did their leage by theuedom breke?
Was it by my conduct, thaduoutrer stale the
Sparta Quéene?
Gaue I them tooles to trie, or louers wars mainteind with spléene?
Then oughst haue ben affraid for thine, now causles dost but square
In vain, and flimflam flirts out throwst at them that nothing care.
Such talkings
Iuno gaue, and heauenly wights with murmor round
All sondry cried assents, as first whan blasts begin to sound,
With puffs they wag the woods, and tombling blind with soft vprore
They nere pronostike winds, and tels the seaman stormes before.
Thalmighty father than that all thing rules in totall some,
Bespake, and at his spéech, the court of high gods staggred domme,
And from the grounds the soyle contrembling shook, than lofty ayre,
Than winds layd down their noyse, and calme sea surges setled faire.
Take this therfore in minde, and in your brests imprint my saws,
Since
Rutils with the
Troyans will not knit nor take no laws:
And forasmuch we se your quarel striuings make non ends:
Loke how mens fortune stands, this day what hope ech one pretends,
Be it
Troyan or
Italian he, no difference finde they shall,
Our iudgement right shal stand, this is our sentence once for all.
If fatall fortune be that
Troyan campe besieged is,
Or
Troyans by deceit
Italia lands haue taken amis:
Nor
Rutils we discharge, ech mans owne medlings euen or od
God is indifferent to all men.
Shal praise or penaunce bring,
Ioue sits in different all mens god.
The destnyes will inuent a way, yea by our brothers brooke,
By pitch of
Lymbo pits, by gulfs and lakes so glomme that looke.
He gaue a nod, and at his beck, whole heauen obedient shooke.
This end the talking had, king
Ioue from golden throne vprose.
Whom home to heauenly court celestials garding al did close.
The
Rutils all this whyle, at euery gate their battries plyes,
With dead men ground they strow, and wals beset with fire that flies.
The
Troyan garisons in campe with hard siege be bestad,
Nor hope of flight they haue, on towres poore men they stand ful sad.
Smal furthring roūd at vamures tops, w
t strēgth which thin they had.
Duke
Imbras out of
Asia land, and duke
Tymetes bold,
Assaracus two captaines, with sir
Castor Tyber old,
At forefront battell kept, with them there stode the brethren twaine
Of king
Serpedon great, than noble
Ethmon drago his traine
With lords of
Lycia land, him self right huge with totall might,
For burthen bare a rock, a mountaines péece not smal in fight.
Syr
Agmon at
Lyrnesia borne, inferior not in facts
To great syr
Clitius his syre, or his brother
Mnesteus acts.
Those plye their darts, these other striue to fend with stones and bowes.
Their wield fire fast they fling, from synowy strings sharpe shafts out throwes.
Him self amids them chief dame
Venus darling, iustest care,
Ascanius described.
Their yong prince loth procéedes with reuerent face headnaked bare.
As perle it precious shynes, or glistring stone bright golde that parts,
Which garnish maidens necks, or set furth heads, or as whan arts
Haue medled finely moldes, and Iuery cléere enclosd in boxe,
From tablet semely shewes, his milkwhyte shulders lifts his locks,
His heare downshadowing shed, but gold embroyding bynds their docks.
Thée there also coragious knight sir
Ismar all men saw,
With cast of canes enuenimed, thyne enemies blood to draw.
Thou gentle knight of gentle
Meons house, where fields right fat
Bene batful wrought with men, wher flood
Pactolus gold doth scrat.
Sir
Mnesteus also there was sene, whom proude of all mens praise,
For
Turnus hard repulse, much glory hie to heauen doth raise,
And
Capis, he to
Capua towne did surname furst deriue.
They stil among them selues, in hashards hard of wars did striue.
Distrest
Aeneas than with ships at midnight streames did cliue.
For from
Euander first whan to
Etruria campe he came:
He met their king, and to their king declared his blood, and name,
What help he séeks, what help also he brings, what peoples mights
Mezentius gathering drawes, of
Turnus brest the spitefull sprights
He shewes, and wherevpon mans wit in such case may conclude
He giues aduise, with mixt entreating words, al which thinge vewde:
Strait
Tarchon ioynes his strength, & leage cōpounds,
Duke Tarchon.
thā frée frō crime
By destny songs of gods, the
Lydian host did nauie clime,
With alean lord for guide.
Aeneas formost helde with ship,
Her stately stemme on streames, with Lions large of
Troy doth slip,
With
Ida mount on puppe most fréendly signe to
Troyans lost:
There great
Aeneas sits, and with him selfe reuoluing tost
The various ends of warres. On left hand
Pallas next his side.
And now the stars he séeks that ships in dimme night serue to guide.
Now call to minde he doth, by seas and lands his trauailes tride.
Now muses moue my song, now let me sup your learning stremes,
To tel what manred strong, what company from
Tuscan realmes
Aeneas armed brought, conueyed by waues on timber beames.
Duke
Massicus with brasen ship cald
Tyger, cuts the floodes,
The names of such as tooke
Aeneas part
With him a thousand hands from
Clusa wals, al youthful bloodes,
And they that came from
Cosa towne armed with shafts, and dartes.
Corites with shulders light, and from their bowes but death departes.
Grymskouling
Abas big, his bands fine harnest gorgeous steames
Reflectes, and
Phoebus on his golden pup stood light with beames,
Sixe hundred valiaunt lads dame
Populon his dame him gaue,
Expert in feats of war, thre hundred more from
Ilua brane,
Wher neuer cessing soyle doth stéelebright stuff send out from mines.
Than don
Asila priest, that gods and men can skrie by signes,
Whom secret vaynes of beasts, whom stars of heauen obeyen at beck,
And thretning lightning fiers, and chattring birds with tong that queck:
His. M. people thick in throngs he drawes rough ranckt with speares.
Al these obedient came from
Pisa coastes whom
Alphe reares,
Their towne is
Tuscan soyle. Than fairest
Astur next pursues,
Syr
Astur trusting stéed, and armour braue of chaunging hewes:
Thre hundred they do adde, all issued out with one good will,
Such as
Cerites house did kéepe, or
Mymon croftes did till.
Al
Pirgus antique brood,
Grauisca timeles troupes did fill.
Yet wil I not neglect thée also lusty
Lumbard lord.
Thou
Siquus warriour stronge, and with thy few of ioynt accord
Syr
Supaue from whose helmet crests rise fethered winges of swan,
Your slaundrindg grew of loue, your cognisaunce your sier began.
For
Tignus (as men say) whan he for
Phaeton mourning made
Among the popler bows, and vnderneth his sisters shade,
Whiles whewling sad he sat, and long lamenting sang for loue:
Al fethered white with down, hoar age did him from man remoue.
Than Swanne he left his lands, and folowed stars with voyce aboue.
His son with equal bands accompanied with fléeting ships,
His monstrous
Centaure shoues with ores, she huge with tugging trips,
And to the water threatning stone she shewes, with strength men pulle
The vnweldy weight in waues, & déepe seas long she sheares with hull.
Eke from his natiue countrey coasts great strength sir
Ocus tooke,
Mantua
of Mantus.
Of
Mantus destnie speaker, and the sonne of
Tuscan brooke.
Which gaue thée
Mantua walles, and of his mother made the name
Of graundsiers
Mantua rich, but all of one discent not came.
Thre nacions rule she doth, and vnder them foure peoples good,
She prince on peoples sits, her strength procéedes from
Tuscan blood.
Fiue. C. knights from thence against him self
Mezentius armes,
Them
Mintius lake,
Benacus child, whom grey réeds close beswarmes,
Sent forth to seas in Pinetre ships, ful strong to venge their harmes.
Than graue
Auletes went, and with his hundred beating ores
He topsy turnes vp streames, the marble fomes reboyles at shores.
Him
Tryton combrous bare, that galeon blew with whelkid shell,
Whose wrinckly wreathed flue, did fearful shril in seas outyell,
He swam with swimging sides, and bresled heary rough from haunch,
His face like mankind showes, but foule in fishe decaies his paunch.
His monstrous saluage lims through froth, through fome with flushyng launch,
So many chosen lords in thréetimes ten of ships did slide
To new
Troy fast for ayde, and salt sea fome with brasse deuide.
And now the day departed was from heauen, and hie with whéeles
Night wandryng dame
Diane did midskie beat with palfreis héeles.
Aeneas (for in carke to rest ons lymmes it nought preuailes)
Him self at sterne he sits, he guids his helme, he serues his sailes.
The ships of
Aeneas transformed into
Mermaides met him on the way.
To him in mids his way, thassembly faire of ladies whight,
Somtime his mates that were from ships transformed creatures bright,
To whom great power of seas Quéene
Berecinthia did commit:
They ioyning swéetely swam, and swéeping salt sea skumme did flit.
As many iust as ships with brasen stemmes did stand at shore.
They knew from far their king, and sporting daunst his fléet before.
Of whom the talker best,
Cymodocee by name that hight:
With right hand held his puppe, euen hard at backe, and bolt vpright
She brest high shewes her self, than faire in sight she cleare apéerd,
With lefthand coutching waues, and smoth her self she vnderstéerd.
Thā him vnwares she spekes, now wakest thou? wakest thou gods elect?
Aeneas wake (ꝙ she) and sailes to bowling ropes obiect:
Wée were thy sacred trées, on
Ida mount sometyme that grew,
Now salt sea maides we béen, thy fléet of late, whan force vntrew
Of
Turnus king, wold vs, with swords and flames haue quite consumed:
Vnwillingly thy bands wée brake, and thus far haue presumed
To séeke thée through the streames, in this forme vs our Lady put,
Lamenting thy mischaunce, and made vs
Mermaides seas to cut,
In water lyues to lead, from whens non age vs out can shut.
Thy child
Ascanius in walles with déepe trench is beset
Amids thy mortall foes, and
Latines grimme that armours fret.
Euanders horsemen saufe at place commaunded kéepes the lands,
Conioynt with
Tuscan strength, to set against them half his bands
(Lest force to thée they ioyne) king
Turnus full determinde stands.
Arise, go to, and in the dawning first call forth thy mates,
In armour first appéere, and take that shield which brode in plates
The fyry puissant god vnuict, gaue thée with golden grates.
This morow morning next (if thou beleuest I speake not vaine)
Shalt slaughters huge beholde of
Rutils bloods by heapes downe slaine.
She said, and in departing she with righthand pup did shoue,
In sort as wel she knew, the ship than straight in streames aboue:
Fled swifter forth then swiftest darte, or shaft that perceth winde.
Than others mend their course, himself vnwares astoyned in minde,
The
Troyan prince did muse, yet with good luck mens harts he cheres:
Than shortly thus he praied, beholding rounde the zodiac spheres.
Almighty mother of gods, in whose great mercy
Troy yet sittes,
That rulst both townes and towres, and liōs yolkst with brideling bittes:
Thou be my patron prince, my guide in fight now prosperous stand
To
Troy good gracious dame, confirme thy signes with mightful hand.
These onely wordes he saied, and in this while the gray day light
Returning ripe appéerd, and darknes far did chase of night.
First to his mates he bids, that they their standars shal pursue,
With armour match their mindes, and wayte for fight in order due.
And now in sight his
Troian campe he hath, and vewes their field,
Aduauncing stout on puppe, in lifthand than his glistring shield
Vplifting large he shewes, the
Troians gaue to starres a crie,
Vpmounting on their walles, hope kindlith wrath with comfort nie:
Ioy for succour.
Their weapons vp they throw, as in the clouds done herds of craws
With crockling casting signes, when lōg in are they laūch like lanes,
When southwind first thei flée, and glad w
t sounds their ioy proclames.
But these to
Rutil king, and
Latin lords great meruels were,
Till toward shore they loke, than fléetes arriuing bustling there
They saw, and vnder ships the seas al couered shew no where.
His topright crest it burnes, and flame forth sparkling hie from head
Duthelching spouts forth beames, his goldbright shield fire perbrakes read.
None otherwise, than whan by nighttime nesh som blasing star
All bloodred sanguine shewes, and louring looks on men from far:
He not for creatures welth, but sores, and droughts, and sicknes straunge:
Doth springe, and sad w
t frowning soure due light frō skies deth chaūge.
But not from
Turnus bold did corage ought or hope remoue
To send them loof from land, or from the shore with force to shoue.
He cheres their sprits which speech, and of him self to his men doth crie.
That ye haue long desired, so here hit is with swordes to trie,
Euen to your handes is
Mars descended sirs, let ech man néedes
Now thinck on wife, on house, your liues, your lands, the valiant déedes,
And honour of your auncetours, encountre then at land
Whilest fearful they come forth, and their first steps do sag in sand.
Fortune is fréend to venturers, and cowards hateth most.
When this was said: he doth deuise, who shal defend the ceast,
And who shalt still the
Troian wals beseige with armed hoast.
❧ ❧
Therwhyles
Aeneas from his loftye shippes his mates to shore
By planks conueies, but diuerse stay tyll flud the sea restore.
And some by setters short, to set them selues to land applie,
And some by oares.
Duke
Tarchon.
Tarchon, the coast alonge doth search, and frie,
Where he ne foord doth find, ne noyse of broken surges heares.
But when the calmed sea to swell by force of tyde appeares:
He quickly wendes his shippe, and to his mates request doth make.
O chosen crue, now to your sturdy oares your selues betake.
Hallawe, set forth your shippes, and with the beakes cleaue out of hand
This enmies shore, let weight of kéele turne vp, and cut the land.
My self do not refuse in such a rode my shippe to breake,
If once the shoare I might obtayne. These words no sooner speake
Did
Tarchon but his mates arise in oares, tyll
Latine grownd
The fominge shippes do touch & kéeles echwhere dryland haue foūd.
Their beaks do reach the land, and sand with earth theren they sownd.
Where all in salftie syt, saue barke, o
Tarchon, thine alone.
For whilst on sands it smits, and striks on banks of beach and stone,
Vncerten on which syde to fall, and surges sore it beates:
It splittes in twaine, and men in midst of waues, and water wéetes.
Whom broken oares, batches, and fléetinge stiues of boord, and beame,
Do staye, and ebbe pulles backe their féete againe into the streame.
Ne
Turnus sluggish slouth doth stay, but fierce with spéede he bends
Gainst
Troyans all his power, and on the shoare against them tends.
They blowe alarme.
Aeneas first the rusticke sort sets on
For happy hansils sake, and
Latynes layes the ground vppon.
Where
Thereon tooke his bane, the mightiest man in all the field
That set vpon
Aeneas,
Theron slayne.
whom with swerd through brasen shield,
And through his golden plated Iacke he thrust into the syde.
Lycas.
Then
Lycas next, from mothers wombe cut foorth wherof she died,
Sacred, o
Phoebe to thée, who might in youth haue shund before
Warres doubtfull haps. And
Cisseus hard, not pausinge enymore,
With cruell
Gias, who with clubbs the rancks to ground did beare:
He sent to death. Nought
Hercles armes which they in fight did weare,
Nought might their valient hands, ne sier helpe that
Melampus, was
Alcides mate, whilst he on earth his traueiles great did passe.
To
Pharon loe, with boastinge talke who doth him self aduance:
Into his gapinge mouth his hugie dart he threwe by chance.
And thou lykwyse, with yellowish tendre downe on chéekes in pryme
While
Chtius dost pursue,
Cydon, in an vnhapie time:
By
Troian hand yslaine, quite carlesse of thy wented loue
To boies styll borne, poore wretch the force of wofull death shuldst proue,
Had not a troope of brothers rescued thée, sir
Phorcus séede,
Who seuen were in tale, and seuen dartes they cast indéede,
Wherof some from his shyeld, some from his helmet backe do flye
In vayne, and
Venus noble dame directeth some awrye
As they were throwne.
Aeneas then to trustie
Achates spake.
He hartneth him self by remembrance of former
Reach me my dartes (for none in vayne with righthand he did shake
Against the
Rutils) which sumtime in
Greetian bodies ran
In
Troyan fields, a mightie speare he ketcheth quicklie than,
And throwes it foorth, which flying strikes of
Moeons shield the brasse,
And percinge through, with breast plate stronge into his breast doth passe.
To whome
Alcanor steppes, and brother his from fallinge stayes
With his righthand, through whose arme streight y
e speare flies foorth his
And all with blood imbrued his course he képes yet still amayne, wayes,
The arme from shoulder hanges, stayed vp by synewes one or twayne.
Then
Numitor from out his brothers corps doth pull the dart,
But lefull tys not sure like wound on him agayne t'impart.
There through
Achates thighe he forced it,
Achates wounded in the thigh
and foorth it flies.
Then
Lausus stout of limme, and trusting speares him thither hies,
Where
Driopis with sturdy lance full sore he strykes from farre:
Right vnderneath the chynne, the bloody wound his throate doth marre,
And with one blowe, of language both and life hym réues, but he
With forhead beats the ground, and black blood spues that all may sée.
And thrée likewise in
Thracy borne in farthest northern coast,
Thrée also who of
Idas sier, and
Ismara soyle might boast:
By dyuerse meanes he throwes to grouud.
Halesus in that space
Comes on into
Aruncas hands, and of
Neptunus race
Sprongefoorth
Messapus braue with stéeds, now these, now they do striue
In very brinke of
Latine land ech other thence to driue.
Lyke as contrary wynds amid the aier that roue about
Do fight amonge them selues, with equall force, and courage stout,
Not one vnto the other, not cloudes, nor seas do yeld a whyt,
The battell doubtfull hangs, ech thinge aduerse so close doth syt.
None otherwise the
Troian bands, and
Latin ranks they ran
Togither, settinge foote to foote, and stickinge man to man.
On thother syde, where as the streame of peablestones great steare
Togither rouled had, and throune downe trées vppon the shoare:
The.
Archadians put to flight.
Th'
Archadian band whose wont was not on foote theyr force to trye,
When
Pallas sawe to
Latines turne theyr backs, and fast to flye,
Whome sharpnes of the place had forst from horses to alight,
The last, and only shift which serues for men in such a plight:
With prayers oft, and oft with taunts prouokes them vnto fight.
O whyther flie ye mates? now by your selues, and deeds of might,
And by your prince
Euanders name, and battels wonne or this,
And by my hope which match vnto your countrye prayses is,
Trust not vnto your féete, through mydst of foes a way we must
Breake forth, wheras the thickest rout of foes vppon vs thrust.
This way both ye, and
Pallas duke, your natiue soyle requests.
No gods agaynst vs fight, tis mortall foe that vs molests
Mortall lyke vs, as many soules, and hands we haue as thay.
Behold, we are beset by mighty sea that stoppes our way,
By land we can not flye, shall we to
Troy by sea agayne?
This sayd: into the thickst of all his foes he thrusts amayne.
And first by cruell destnies thither braught he méeteth streight
With
Lagus,
Pallas slaughters after his exhortation.
whome whilst he pulles at a stone of hugy weight:
With bended weapon sticks, in myddle space the rybbes betwéene
As backbone wold permit, and foorth he pulles the speare agéene
Fast stickinge in the bones, on whom fir
Hisbon falles not iust
Though so he hopd, for whylst in furious rage to ground he rusht
Vnwares of fellowes chance: with cruell death him
Pallas flewe,
And soone his mighty sword quyte through his wellinge lungs he drut.
At
Helene next he goes, of
Rhoetes eke auncient stocke offpred
Anchemolus, that durst with incest file his stepdames bed.
And you likewise o Twynnes, your fall in
Rutil fields you tooke
Of
Daucia impes,
Larid, and
Tymber, who most lyke did looke,
And scarse could be discernd, to parents a most swéete deceat.
But
Pallas now vnto you both hath diffrence gyuen great.
For why o
Tymber, thy head of,
Euanders swoord did stréeke,
Thy ryghthand
Larid, which was stroken of,
Tymbes sleyne.
thy corpse did séeke,
And fingers half a liue do mooue, and weapons downe let fall.
Th'
Arcadians thus hartned on, and viewing therwithall
His valient déedes: both gréefe, and shame do them to battell call.
Then
Pallas soone sir
Rhoeteus, which in charret fled him bie
Throughgirdes, and tarience like he giues to
Ilus or he die.
For he at
Ilus did from farre direct a mightie dart,
On
Rhoeteus which, (betwéene that came) did light, and strake his hart.
Whiles
Teuthra thée, and brother
Tyren thine he flies, who réeles
Downe from his charret, beating
Rutil ground with both his héeles.
And like as wisshedly, when winds in sommer season blowe,
The shéepheard doth his fiers, in diuers partes of woods bestow,
Who quickly taking hold, togither iointly runne apace
Through largest fieldes, sir
Vulcans power doth take his cruel race.
He like a conquerour sits, and lustie fiers doth looke vpon:
None otherwyse their fellowes force togither méets in one,
Which
Pallas, thée delights. And stout
Halesus fierce in field
Sticks such as do withstand, and close defends him self with shyeld.
He
Ladon sleyes, and
Pheretus, and
Domodocus quite,
Strimonius righthand eke he soone strikes of, with sword ful bright
Raught to his throate, and
Thoas face he batters with a stone,
And goary bloudie braynes together dasshes with the bone.
The father tellyng things to come: in woods
Halesus hid.
But when to auntient sier, colde death his hoary eyes vndid:
Destnies.
The destnies hands layd on his twine, and him bequeathed thay
Vnto
Euanders armes, whom
Pallas, méetyng: first doth pray.
Graunt, father
Tyber to this Dart, which here in hand I rest,
Goodfortune, and a redie way into
Halesus breast.
This armour, and the spoyles of this the man thine Oke shall haue.
Couetousnes cast him a way.
The god did graunt.
Halesus whilst
Imaons spoyles would saue:
Vnhappely his bared breast yeelds to
Archadian stéele.
But
Lausus, at so worthy mans death suffreth nere adéele
His rankes to feare, him self the greatest part of war, and right
Agaynst him
Abas sleyes, the force, and stay of all the fight.
Downe falles th'
Arcadian broode to grounde,
Hetruscan youth is slayne,
And you O
Troians of the
Greekes vnhurt, there take your bayne.
The rankes togither runne, with captaynes match, and equall might,
The rerwards fast approch, so that the thronge in midst of fight
Ne weapons weld,
Compartson betweene
Pallas, and
Lausus
ne hande they can.
Pallas fore vrgeth here,
There
Lausus, youthes, that very much of semblant age appeare,
Of passyng beuty both, to whom fell fortune had denide
Their countries more to see, and
Ioue that all the worlde doth guide
Would not consent that they together méete their force to trie.
But vnto ech their chaunce remaynes throught greater foe to die.
Therwhile
Iuturna fayer,
Iuturna sister to Turnus.
her brother
Turnus puts in mynd
To rescue
Lausus, he through mydst of routs flies swift as wynd.
When he beheld his mates: leaue of from fight, he sayes, anone,
My self will
Pallas match, for
Pallas vnto me alone
Belongs: whose father present here I wish he were to view.
This says: his mates thus chargd, w
t spéed themselues from field w
tdrew
At
Rutils quicke departure thence, and charge so full of pride,
The youth much marueyling, stoond at
Turnus stands, & eyes doth glide
His mightie corps vpon, and sharply ech thing he doth beholde
And thus replies vnto the kyng with woords, and courage bold.
Ether I for princely spoyles, will prayse deserue, well wooune in fight:
Or for a noble death, my sier estéemes of both aright.
Leaue of thy threats. Thus sayd: he foorth procée des amidst the playne,
A chilly colde th'
Archadians harts do feele through euery vayne.
From charret
Turnus leapes, and foorth on foote he drawes him nie.
Like as a Lyon fierce, when on a mount he stands on hie,
And spies from far in fields a bull prepare him selfe to fight:
He thither hies, such was the looke of
Turnus commyng, right.
Whom when he thinkes within the reach of his darts cast to bée:
Then
Pallas first drew neare, good fortunes ayde at néede to sée,
Although in strength not match, and thus to loftie skies he sed.
By harbour of my fathers, and to thée stranger tables spred
Alcides, I thée pray, good fortune to my purpose giue,
Halfe dead that he may sée me of his armour him beriue,
And
Turnus or he die beholde me stoutely win the féeld.
Alcides heard the youth, and from his hart within doth yéeld
A woful gréeuous grone, and frust rate teares lets fall amayne.
Then
Ioue with fréendly words his soonne recompforts thus againe.
Ech mans day stands prefixt, time short, and swift with curelesie bretch▪
Is lotted all man kynd, but by theyr déeds their fame to stretch:
That priueledge vertue gyues. Vnder the loftye walles of
Troy
Full many soonnes of gods were sleyne, yea
Sarpedons anoy,
My childes was there ywrought.
Turnus likewise his desinies call,
And to his sixed terme of graunted lyfe runne forth he shall.
This much he said, and straight his eyes to
Rutil fields downe bends.
And
Pallas then with mightye force an hugie speare forth sends,
And glittrings sturdie sword from hollowe scabbard out doth pull,
That flies, and where the armour on his shoulders rises, full
It lights, and passinge forth alonge on brym of bucklar bright:
At length it doth on part of
Turnus hugie body light.
Then
Turnus, aiminge longe in hand a dart of sturdy oke
Wel typt with steele, at
Pallas forth it flunge, and thus he spoke,
Loe, sée if that our dart be sharper then thy weapon was.
He sayd: and through so many linings forgd of iron, and brasse,
And through so many folds of hydes of bulles there laid about,
The whirlinge head through shield at one blowe beats a passadge out.
And gorgets force throughgirds, and glides into his mighty brest.
In vaine the warmed weapon he from the wound doth quickly wrest,
For by the self same way both blood, and soule their passedge take.
He falles vpon the wound, and armour fallinge noyse doth make,
And dying,
Pāllas is sleyne.
with his blooddy face falles on his enmies ground.
On whom thus
Turnus sitting, sayes:
Ye
Archades (quod he) these words sée faythfully ye tell
Euander to, I send his sunne as he deserueth well.
What honour of the graue, what comfort is in buriall most:
I graunt, no litle price
Aeneas harbour him shall cost.
He sayd, and then anon his lift foote to the corps he reight
Starke dead, and quickly pulles away his belt of hugie weight,
With this foule fact therin exprest,
The story of
Danaides that slew their husbands. An admonition not to be puft vp in prosperitie.
how on the weddyng night,
A troype of youthes were sleyne, and beds embrued with blouddy spight.
Which good
Eurytion did somtime engraue in massie gold.
This booty
Turnus vaunts him of, and ioyes he doth it hold.
Vnskilfull is mans minde of chance to come, and future fate,
And knowes no meane to kéepe, once raysd a loft in happy state.
To
Turnus time shall come, when he shall wish he dearly bought
That
Pallas were vntoucht, these spoyles, and very day in thought
Shall hate. His mates with wofull dole, and bitter teares him lay
Vppon a shield, and
Pallas thence they carie thicke away.
O gréefe, and honour great that to the father will remayne.
This day thée first braught to the warres, this tooke thée thence again.
Yet dost thou leaue behinde thée hugie heapes of
Rutils slayne.
By this time had no vayne report herof, but trusty poast
In hast vnto
Aeneas told, in what distresse his hoast
Did stand, that time it was his vanquishst
Troians for to ayd.
Ech thyng next downe he mowes to ground,
Aeneas waxeth wood for the death of
Pallas,
and foorth away he layd
Cut with his sword amid the ranks, thée
Turnus proude to finde
For slaughter new,
Pallas, Euander eke he beares in minde,
And still in sight they stand, and tables which in gestred wise
He first approcht, and righthands giuen. And strait he there espies
Foure valient youthes at
Sulmo borne, and foure which
vfens bred,
Whom thence he hales aliue, and offers vp vnto the dead,
And burning bonefier flambes he all bedewes with captiue blood.
At
Mago next, when as a speare he threw a far that stood:
By stouping he escapes, the quiueryng speare foorth flies his wayes.
Then suppliant on the ground his knées embracing: thus he sayes.
Now by thy fathers ghosts, and by
Iulus hope, I thée
Beséeche preserue this wretched life both to my soune, and mée.
An haultie house I haue, wherin there lies déepe hid in grounde
Great summes of siluer coynd,
Aeneas is tempted with mony but nothig could appease him after that
Pallas was sleyne.
of gold likewise full many a pound
Some fasshiond, and some not, in me ne
Troyane conquest lye
Doth not, my selly life can not so great aduentures trye.
He said, gainst whom
Aeneas thus replies with words full fell.
These summes of siluer, and of golde wherof thou late didst tell:
Kéepe for thy chyldren,
Turnus first these customes tooke a way
Of war, when he erewhyles in cruellwyse dyd
Pallas slaye,
This doth
Anchises soule, this doth
Iulus vnderstand.
And speakinge thus, his helmet fast he roughly raught with hand,
And bended downe his neck by force, and treatinge styll for lyfe:
Mago is fleyne.
Into his throate he thrust vp to the hilte his fatall knyfe.
Not far,
Aemonides, to
Phoebus, and
Diana préest,
Whose head with myter bownd, and sacred stoales was brauely dréest,
All glittringe in attyre, and well beséene in armour fayer,
Whom méetinge: out the field doth chase, and standinge on him there
Doth offer vp, and couers with his shade.
Serestus takes
The armour vp, therof to thée a monument,
Mars, he makes.
The ranks do then restore sproonge forth of
Vulcanus noble séede:
Syr
Coeculus, and
Vmbro, that came from
Marsi hilles indéede.
Ganst whome
Aeneas stands in rage, and soone stricks of ground
Anxurus left arme and therwith falles to earth his bucklar round.
The same some loftie words had spoken, and those he firmly thaught
In time shuld take effect, his mind perhaps to heauen he raught.
And promyst to him self hoare heares, and race of many yeares.
Syr
Tarquitus on thother syde, that braue in armes appeares,
Whom
Driope Nimphe sumtyme had borne to
Faunus siluane god,
With him thus raginge méets, who with his lance in length full od:
His breastplate, and his shield of hugie weight he breaks in twayne,
And strait his head, that now begins to pray, but all in vayne
He swappes to earth, and downe to ground the corps yet warme he kest,
Wheron he stoutly stode, and thus he spake with hatefull brest.
O terrible now lye there, thy noble mother shall not haue
Thy corps for to entumbe, or lay thy bones in natiue graue.
To foules thou shalt be left, or surginge sea shall beare awaye
Thée to the hungrie fish, a very swéete, and deyntie praye.
Antaeus, and sir
Lycas eke, kinge
Turnus vowards, he
Pursueth strait, with
Numa stronge, and browne
Camertes thée
Of valient
Volscens borne, most rytch of ground in
Latine land
Of all that were,
Amycli, men of few wordes.
and whist
Amicles sceptre held in hand.
Lyke as
Briareus, who an hundred armes had, as men say,
And eke an hundred hands, and fifty mouthes wherwith alwaye
Fier from his breast he spet, when
Ioue against him lightninge threwe,
So many bucklars vp he held, so many swords he drewe.
None otherwise
Aeneas conquerour chafes the field about,
When once his sword wart warme, but loe against
Niphoeus stout,
His charret horse against, and eke his breast his course he tooke.
But when the horse espied him comminge farre with egre looke:
For feare they do retyre, and foundringe backward downe full sore
They throwe their lord to grownd, and drawe the charret to the shore.
In charret drawne with milkewhite stéds comes ridinge in that tyde
Syr
Lucagus, with
Liger that his brothers horse doth guyde.
There
Lucagus full fierce his naked sword about doth glyde.
Aeneas then no longer could their franticke rage forbeare,
But to them hies, and vp in sight he holds an hugie speare.
To whom thus
Liger speakes:
Not
Diomedes horse, not yet
Achilles charret héere
Thou seist, nor
Troyan fields, now end of war, and life so déere
Thou in this land shalt find. These
Bedlem words of
Ligers ioye
Abroade flie forth at large, howbeit the noble prince of
Troy,
Meanes not with words to wage but forth a dart at him he kest,
As
Lucagus downe stoupes to fetch his stroke with weapon prest,
And forth his horse doth beate, and liftfoote quickly puttinge out
Prepares him self to fight: the lance by thutmost brim about
Of glittring shield slydes by, and way into his flancke it found.
He beaten from his charret falles half dead vnto the ground.
To whom then good
Aeneas prince with bitter language sayes.
O
Lucagus, no slow flight tis of horse that thée betrayes,
Ne yet no ghost, nor dreadfull shape of foes enforst thée flye.
For thou thy self thy charret lefts, downeleapinge from onhye.
This sayd: the charret raygnes he takes, the other brother cryes,
And holdinge vp his hands on earth falne from the charret lyes.
Now by thy self, and parents which thée bred so worthy a wight,
Syr
Troyan spare my lyfe (I pray) from dreadfull deathes despight.
And praynge more,
Aeneas thus replies. Such wordes of late
Thou didst not speake, now die, and parte take of thy brothers fate.
The harbour of his soule, his brest forthwith he perst with blade.
And many a valient slaughter more about the field he made,
The
Troian duke when here, and there he ran in furiouswyse,
Much lyke a rumminge streame, or when a whirlewind black doth ryse.
Ascanius younge at length comes forth abroad into the playne,
With all the youth, and tentes they leaue that were beseydge in vayne.
Then
Iupiter therwhiles,
Iupiter
to Iuno.
to
Iuno speakinge thus he bowes.
O sister myne, and eke the same to me most louinge spouse.
As thou didst thinke, dame
Venus (for deceaud thou art not sure)
The
Troyans welth sustaynes, els warres they might not thus endure.
In hands no force, in harts no might they haue, no paynes abyde
They could, vnlesse sum heauenly wight did them support, and guyde.
To whom thus
Iuno lowly then, most fayerest lord,
Iunos reply
and kinge,
Why dost thou gréeue me still, & aye w
t words great dreadynge bringe?
Such force in loue as I haue had of yore, or ought to haue
If now I had: thou shuldst not sticke to graunt that I do craue,
Omnipotent since thou art, both
Turnus now from fight to take,
And him for euer salf to auntient
Daunus sier to make.
Howbeyt now let him dye, and yéeld his blood to
Troyans hands.
Yet in direct descent of kinde of goddes he rightly stands.
Pilumnus fouerth is from his syer, thy temples largly he
With gifts adorned hath, which furnysht well with presents be.
To whom
Olimpus heauenly kyng againe doth bréefly spéeke.
If stay of present death, or tyme for mortall youth you séeke,
Which so you thinke I may determe: take
Turnus then awaye,
And do by flight, his dangers prest which destnies threat, delaye.
So longe I am content he lyue, but if you farther craue,
By subtile treatie sure redresse of all this war to haue,
Or that the fates may altred be: your hope is spent in vaine.
To whom the
Iuno whininge ripe. In word which you ne dayne,
What if you that in hart wold graunt, and
Turnus lyfe prolonge?
But giltlesse now an heauie end him bides, or wold I wronge
Did iudge, and O with neadlesse feare I were deceaued quyte,
And thou which canst: these things a newe woldst turne to better ryte.
When she these words had spoken,
Iuno lady of stormes and clouds
frō heaué on hie she downe descēds.
And with her bringes a winter storme, and cloudes about her bends.
And to the
Troyan host, and
Laurent tents she fast doth hie.
And there an hollowe cloud, a forcelesse shadowe, by and by,
Much lyke
Aeneas shape (a thinge most strange, and rare to sée)
Euen so all those gainst whom
Mezentius hath iust cause of ire.
None hath the hart in equall fight to méete him hand to hand,
But throwinge darts, and raisinge hugie noyse aloofe they stand.
He fearlesse looks about, and doubts whichway his course to make,
And gnasshes with his téeth, and on his back their darts doth take.
From auntient coasts of
Coritus, a
Graetian Acron hight
There came, who promist wife, and weddinge had forsane by flight.
Whom when
Mezentius sées, amyd the rankes moue stur, and strife:
In purple plumes full braue, and scarlet wéede of promist wife.
Lyke as an hungry lion, about the forest rownd doth praunce,
(So hunger mad constraines) if he a rowebuck swift by chaunce,
Or els as Sore may find, whose tendre hornes begin to ryse:
He rampes for ioye, and wyde he gapes, and vp his brestles flyes,
And falles vpon him cloase, and strait he bathes in goary blood
His gready iawes:
Mezentius so him hies against his foes in hasty mood.
Vnhappy
Acron falles to ground, and earth with héeles doth beate,
Whilst vp he yelds the gost, and speare not broken with blood doth weate.
Ne sir
Orodes wold he dayne, that thence apace did flie
To cast to ground, ne at his backe his tremblinge dart to wrie.
But full in face him méets, and man for man with him doth fight,
Inferiour in deceat, but not in déeds of martiall might.
On him then prostrate on the earth both settinge foote, and speare,
Of war no porcion smale, loe tall
Orodes lieth there.
His mates agayne a dubled sound sendforth with ioyfull hart,
He diynge speakes: sure vnreuengd my death what euer you art,
Thou shalt not find, ne longe enioy, like destnies thée do call,
And where I lie, these very fieldes shall sée thy fatall fall.
To whom
Mezentius smilinge, mirt with anger, answered then.
Thou now shalt die, as touchinge me: the father of gods, and men.
Looke he to that, and with that word the speare from corps he drew.
Vnto his eyes doth bitter rest, and deadly sléepe ensue,
With aye continuing night, and neuer more the day to view.
Then
Caedicus sir
Alcathous sleies,
Hidaspes eke at length
Is by
Sacrator sleyne,
Parthenius eke by
Rapo, in strength
Right rough likewise sir
Orses, and
Messapus réeues of breath,
Sir
Clonius strong,
Ericates Lycaonius sendes to death.
Who now by fall offrantike iade lies on the ground, the same
A footeman him now sieyes on foote, and who from
Argos came
Sir
Lycius, him against of grandsiers force not frustrate quight:
Braue
Valerus downe doth throw, sir
Sale Antronius killes in fight.
And him
Nealces sleyes in castyng dartes of noble skill,
And could from very far strike with an arrow what he will.
The gréeuous fight like sorowes now, & mutual deathes had wraught,
Ech others slew, and they them selues were soone to slaughter braught,
Both conquerours and the conquered sort, ne these will flie, ne thay.
The Gods from
Ioues supernall house their bootlesse wrath do way,
And pitie on both partes takes, and on poore mortals heauie plight.
On th'oneside
Venus fayer lookes downe, on th'other
Iuno bright
And pale
Tisiphone frets, and fumes in thickst amid the fight.
Tisiphone which signifieth desier of reuenge.
Mezentius fierce a mighty dart then shakyng in his hande,
Comes fliyng to the field, much like
Orion great from lande
When he on foote through midst of déepest seas, and surges walkes,
And cuts a way through lakes, and to the shoulders in waters stalkes.
Or when an auncient Oke from highest hilles he home doth fetch,
And walkyng on the grounde his loftie head the cloudes doth retch.
Euen so
Mezentius fierce in monstrous armour in comes he.
Aeneas straight when him within the rankes afarre doth sée:
Prepares against to goe, but he awhit not dreadyng stayes,
Vntill his foe approche, his mighty corps he there doth payes.
And measuryng with his eye the space how far his dart could glide:
This righthande this of mine, and fliyng launce which here I guide,
Be happy God to me I pray, and here a vowe I make,
The spoyles which now from of the corps of this same théefe I take:
Thou for a monument,
Lausus, shalt enioy, he sayd, a launce
Then straight casts foorth, that flies, and from
Aeneas shield doth glaūce,
And worthy
Anthor strake, and twixt his ribbes and guttes it went.
Anthor to sir
Alcides mate, that was from
Argos sent,
And to
Euander claue, and auncient
Itayle towne possest:
With others wound vnhaply falles, and face to heauen he kest,
And yéelding vp the ghost, swéet
Argos oft doth call to minde.
Aeneas then a dart doth cast, that flies as swift as winde.
And where the hollow bosse about with thréefold plates of bras,
With linen linings, and with thréefold playtes of bulleshide, was
Well linde: the whirling dart through flies, and in his flanke doth light,
No force might it withstande. He gladly drawes his fauchon bright
That hunge downe by his side, when
Tyrrhen blood he doth espie.
And to him trembling al in rage he quickly draweth nie.
Then
Lausus for his fathers chaunce doth mone in piteouswise,
When he the déed beheld, and plentie teares ran downe hys eies.
This hateful hap of death, and eke those valient factes of thyne,
(Yf later Time therto to credite giue do not repyne:)
Thy passing déeds, O noble Youth, in silence shal not lye.
Mezentius hurt retires, and back vnweldy fast doth hye,
And with his shield his enmies speare also with him he drew.
Forth
Lausus sprang, and strayt him self amid the weapons threw.
The sunne came to rescue the father.
And now his righthand vp he cast, his mighty stroke he fet:
When vnder
Aeneas sword he comes, and it with stay doth let.
Their mates with mighty noyse, and shout, this worthy déede pursue.
And hid with
Lausus shield the father him self from thence withdrue.
And darts they thicke do throw, and foes from far prouoke to fight.
Aeneas ragyng frets, and shields him self with bucklar bright.
And like as when a cloud, fulfraught with hayle to ground doth fall,
The ploughmen do from out the fields with spéede conuey them all,
The husbandmen thence hie, the wayfaryng man some harbour takes:
A riuers bancke, or hollow stony cliffe his succour makes,
Whilst downe it poweres, that when the Sunne returns agayn to sight:
To woonted traueill fall, and labour lately left they might.
So stands
Aeneas still, with weapons on ech side opprest,
On him whilst that this cloud of war, and ragyng all doth rest.
And
Lausus then beginnes to check, and
Lausus thus to threat.
Whether desperate runst? & dost attēpt thinges for thy power to great?
This foolish loue of thine hath thée vnskilfull quite forlorne.
And he likewise on thotherside, no lesse doth bragge, and skorne.
Vnto the
Troyan prince great furie now in breast doth raigne,
And destnies had the vitall thréed of
Lausus cut in twaine.
For through his bulck
Aeneas soone his mighty fauchon draue,
And hid it in him whole, his shield, and all his armour claue,
His coate also his mother which of soft fine golde had knit,
And fild his bosome full of bloud, his life away doth flit,
And sorowfull to the soules doth hast, and body leaues behinde.
Aeneas pitieth him, for he
[...]
Anchi
[...]
[...].
But when he saw his face which now to gastly death resignid,
His face which pale in wondrous sort did looke: he wofull stands,
And pitifully bewayles, and vp with greif doth cast his hands.
The semblant deape of fathers loue comes eft into his mind.
What praises due o youth, shall I for these thy merites find?
What may
Aeneas work so worthy a nature to requyte?
Thyne armour kéepe, wherin alwayes thou tookest thy most delyte.
Thy soule vnto thy grandsiers gosts, thyne asshes to the graue
I send, if that thy freends herof a due reguard will haue.
More honorable to be sleyne by a noble conquerour.
This onethinge yet a comfort to thy dolefull death shalbe,
That great
Aeneas thee hath sleine. His fellowes staggringe he
Much blames, and vp the corps he liftes, begoaring all with blood
The curious kembed lockes, as then the finest facion stood.
Therwhiles his father on the banck of
Tyber noble flood.
His woundes with water wipes, and féeble body there doth rest
Against a bending trée, his brasen helmet, and his creast:
Far of hanges on a bough, his armour great lies on the grasse,
And chosen youthes about him stand, he pantes for breath, and as
He féeble was, his neck doth ease, his beard hangs downe on brest.
And much on
Lausus he enquires, his mind can take no rest,
And many forth vnto him sendes from fight him to recall,
And of his fathers carefull hart him to enforme withall.
Then
Lausus dead his mates bringe home with griefe and dubled paine.
Lamentinge sore so mighty a man, so mighty a wound had slaine.
The mind that mischeif did abode, his sunne afar did know.
Mezentius lamentatiō for
Lausus death.
His hoarye heares with filthy dust he daubes, and vp doth throw
Both handes vnto the heauens, and fast vnto the corps doth cleaue.
O sunne, had I such lust here styll to liue, ne life to leaue,
That I shuld thée to cruell enmies rage obiected sée,
Whom I begat? and with thy blood preserued aliue to bée,
Thus liuinge by the death? To me poore wretch doth nought remaine,
Saue exile sharpe, a bitter wound my wofull hart hath slaine.
And I (my sunne) thy noble name with foule reproch haue staind,
Pulst forth through spyte frō princely throne, & place where father raind:
Due punishement haue well deséerud, at countreis hands to dye
All kinds of death, which (but to glose) I cannot sure denye.
Howbeit, as yet, I liue, ne men, ne light I do forsake,
But shorty so will do, and with that word: he doth betake
Him to his wounded thigh, wheron he stands in painfull case.
The deaply stroken wound doth cause him much to slack his pace.
But nought in courage quaild for stéede he calles, his only stay,
And only comfort still that was, wherby he went away
He speaketh to his horse.
Still conquerour from the field, and to his steede began to cast.
O
Rhoebus, longe (if ought to mortall men be longe at all)
Wée liued haue, this day with blouddy spoyles returne agayne:
Or with
Aeneas head thou shalt, and so of
Lausus payne
Reuenger be with me, or els if force no way can finde:
With me togither shalt be slayne, since thou of valient kinde,
Canst not abide (I thinke) a straunge, or
Troian lorde to know.
This sayd: vpon the woonted backe himself he doth bestow.
And eche hand strayt he armes with deadly dart, and pearsing speare.
The brasen helmet glittryng shines, and creast of horses heare,
And swift he thronges into the thickst, great shame hart doth freat
Deepe lodgde within, and madnesse mixt in breast with sorow great,
And loue incenst with rage, and priuie touche of enmies might.
Then thrise
Aeneas there with mighty noyse he calles to fight.
Aeneas knew his voyce, and glad in minde began to pray.
The kyng of Gods,
Apollo eke do graunt thou say not nay,
To deale with me in fight.
This much he sayd, and with an hugie speare him straight doth méet.
To whom then he, O cruell wretch with threats why dost thou gréet,
Since thou my Sunne hast slayne? this was the next, and only way
For thée to frame my fatall fall, and weaue my last decay.
No loue to lothsome light I beare, for life I do not care,
He regardeth not the gods.
Nor is there any of the Gods whom I regard, or spare.
Leaue of, I come to die, but first this gift to thée I brynge.
He sayd: and strait a quiueryng dart against his foe doth flynge.
Then forth another, and then another he throwes, and rounde doth ride
A mightie race, the golden shield can well their force abide.
And thrise the
Carrire rounde about him standyng in the fielde
In castyng foorth his dartes he rode, the
Troian lorde his shield
Thrise carieth rounde, with cruell wood of dartes quite ouerspred.
But when he shames so longe to stay, so many a sticking head
For he on foot, faught against an horsman.
Mezentius falieth.
To pull away, and néede compelles vnequall fight to trie,
And foes incensed rage, aye bent to bloud, and death doth spie,
Much castyng in his minde: at last breakes foorth, and doth enforce
A dart into the hollow temples of the warlike horse.
Vpstandes the stéede on end, and beates the aier his héeles withall,
Then downe he tumblyng comes, and faultryng on the man doth fall.
He grouelinge on his face with shoulder wrest from ioynt there lies.
The
Troyans, and the
Latines eke with clamour touch the skies.
Aeneas fliynge comes, and from the sheath his blade drawes out,
And this with all he speakes. Wheres now (I pray)
Mezentius stout?
Where now that cruell force of mynd, and courage bold in fight?
To whom
Mezentius, when he larger breath, and heauens sight
Had drawne, and daunted sprites began refresshed well to be:
O bytter foe, why bragst thou thus, and threatnest death to me?
By slaughter is no wronge ywrought, ne came I so to fight,
Ne did for me my
Lausus deare such league, or bargeine smyte.
This one thinge I request, of lordes if vassayles grace may craue,
My bodie let entombed be, I wote my subiectes haue
Great hatred me against, theyr rage defend from me away,
And do vouchsaufe in one self graue, my sunne, and me to lay.
He spake: and strait the sword aduisde into his throat receaues,
And gushinge goary blood the lyfe amid his armour leaues.
DEO GRATIAS.
Inchoatum per Thomam Phaer,
finitum Londini per Thomam, Twynum.
23. Maij. 1573. Opus 7. dierum per interualla.
The eleuenth booke of the Aeneidos of Ʋirgil.
The Argument.
¶ Conquerour
Aeneas setteth vp a monument to
Mars for
Mezentius slayne.
Pallas corps is with great pompe sent to
Euanders towne. Embassadours are sent from
Latinus, to intreat for truce of twelue dayes, duryng which time they yeld the dutie of sepulture to their dead, on both partes. And thiswhile
Venulus that was sent at the beginnyng of the war, to require ayde of
Diomedes: returneth with deniall. Then
Latinus destitute of hope calleth a counsell, and consulteth to send Embassadours to
Aeneas with conditions of peace.
Drances, and
Turnus vppon auncient hatred inueigh one at the other. Therwhiles
Aeneas deuiding his armie in twaine: sendeth his lighthorsemen before directly to the towne: And he himself, with the rest of his power, marcheth through woods, and ouer hilles towards the hiest parte of the towne, whiche beynge once knowne within
Laurentum towne, they leaue the counsell, and prepare suche thinges as are necessary for resistance. Then
Turnus vnderstandinge
Aeneas intent: by spies, deuideth likewise his power in twayne, and giueth
Messapus, and
Camilla charge of the horsemen. Himself taketh the straytes, wherethrough
Aeneas must needes passe to the towne, & there lieth in ambush. The horsemen on bothe sides meete, and the victorie is a great whyle vncerten. There
Camilla after many slaughters, whilst vnwarely she pursueth
Cloreus Cybeles priest, mooued therto by y
e beutie of his armour: is by
Aruns strok through with a dart. Whose death neuerthelesse
Aruns bare not vnreuenged. For not longe after he was stroke through likewise with an arrow, by
Opis, a
Nimphe of
Dianas trayne. The
Rutilians dismayde at
Camillas death: commit them selues to flight, the
Troians prepare to besiedge the towne. These heauie tidynges beyng tolde by
Acca, Camillas mate vnto
Turnus: leauyng the ambush he hastneth to come succour his men.
Aeneas followeth after, and bycause the night drawinge on, they coulde not fight: both pitche their Tentes before the towne.
THe dawning day thiswhile, y
e
Ocean sea had cléerely left.
Aeneas though some Time on those whom warres of liues had reft,
Care ouer the dead, the part of a noble
His care constraines him to employ, theyr graues for to prepare,
Captaine and of a good man.
And now his minde, and senses all on funerals fixed are:
To gods yet nathelesse, at risinge of the morninge gray,
For conquest great obtaind, his vowes, and seruice due doth pay.
A mighty Oke, whose boughes were quyte shread of from euery side,
Vpon an hill he se
[...]s, and armour braue theron he tyde,
The duke
Mezentius spoyles, a monument mighty
Mars for thée.
And fittes therto his creastes, which yet with goare blood droppinge bée,
And truncheons burst of speares, his brestplate in twelue places smyt,
And in so many thrust through, and bucklar bright of brasse doth fyt
To his lefthand, his blade with Iuerie trimd hunge downe his nick.
Then there his mates (for all the troupe of lordes about him thick
There stoode) reioycinge he exhortes and thus to them gan say.
A mighty déede we ended haue, all feare expell away.
Here now remaine the spoiles, and hansell of the hautie kinge.
Mezentius loe here lies, whom to his death these handes did bringe.
Next goe vnto the king we must, and to
Laurentum wall.
Cheere vp your hartes to fight, and hope the war will haply fall.
Let lingringe none vnwares, so soone as ensignes we assay
At Gods commaundment to remoue, and youth from tentes conuay:
Vs hindre, or els feare from purposd fact vs hartlesse stay.
Therwhiles our mates, and bodies which vnburied lie: to graue
Let vs betake, this only due, departed soules do craue.
And go (ꝙ he) these worthy wightes which with their blood, this land
For you haue bought: with last rewardes do honour out of hand.
And to
Euanders sorowfull towne let
Pallas first be sent.
Whom not deuoid of courage stout, myshap his life hath rent,
A dire, and dismold day hath drencht full déepe in deadly lake.
These thinges he wéepinge spake, & forth his way to place doth take
Where
Pallas body dead
Acetes autient fier did tend,
That was
Euanders parge in youth, but not vnto the end
With like goodluck alotted was companion to his sun.
About him seruantes all the rout, and troupes of
Troians run,
And dolefull dames of
Troy, with heare of custome quite vntrust.
So soone as into loftie dores him self
Aeneas thrust:
A mighty skritch they raise vnto the skies,
Aeneas lamentation at the sight of dead
Pallas.
and breastes they beat.
Wity wofull cries, and plaintes resoundes againe the pallaice great.
But when he saw the head of
Pallas faier held vp, his face,
And wound in breast so smooth, broad gapinge open a mighty space,
Which
Turnus launce had made: the tricklinge teares rā downe his eies.
O wretched lad (ꝙ he) when lucky fortune gan to rise,
Enuied she thée to me? that thou our kingdome shuldst not se,
Nor yet vnto thy fathers coastes as conquerour borne to be?
Not I this promise to
Euander kinge thy sier did make,
When him I parted fro, and me in folded armes did take.
And to a mighty reigne me sent, and warnd me what might fall,
The men were fierce, the nation hard that I shuld fight with all.
And now deceaued much with frustrate hope, and vaine desier,
Perhappes he praiers makes, and altars heapes with blood, and fier.
This youth now dead, and to no heauenlie power beholdinge, we
With heauy hartes do honours giue that nought auailinge be.
Vnhappy man, thy deare sunnes wofull buriall shalt behold.
These are our glad returnes, and triumphes after wars so bold,
This is the trust in me repoasd, yet sure thou shalt not se
With shamefull dastard woundes thy sunne
(Euander) sleyne to be.
Ne wish him dead whilst he did liue, O greife, and sorow most,
How great astay
Ausonia, and
Iulus hast thou lost?
A notable description of a warlyke buriall as is ether of a captain, or some noble man.
When he for all thease thinges had wept his fill, the corps a non
He biddes them vp to take, out of his armie many a one,
A thousand men in tale doth choose the funerall pompe to guide,
And present be at fathers teares, some comfort to prouide,
Though smale in his so great a greife, which wofull fathers take.
Some hurdles thick with force do frame, some do the coffin make
Of tendre twisted twigges of trées, and slendre slyppes of oke.
And on those buylded beddes, with boughes thick shadowes do prouoke.
Hereon the lad aloft on wad of cuntrey straw they lay.
Much like a flower which virgins thombe from stalke hath nipt away,
Whether it be tendre violet, or languishinge daffadill white,
Whose glittringe hue not yet is gone, nor passinge beutie bright,
Though mother
Tellus yéeld no sappe, and strength is vaded quite.
Two mantels then with purple fine, and gold that stiffe did stand:
Aeneas forth did bringe, which once Quéene
Dido her one hand
In happy state for him had made, with webbe of gold full smal.
The one of these vpon the youth for honour last of all
He putteth on, and lockes that shalbe burnt therwith doth hyde.
And many a worthy spoyle reséerud since
Laurent war besyde,
He heapes theron, and biddes the spoyles be borne in longe aray.
And horse, and weapons addes, which from his foes he tooke away.
And certen captiues bound for sacrafice therwith he sent
Vnto thinfernall gods, whose blood the fiers shuld all besprent.
And truncheons great of speares, with armour tane from foes theron,
The capteynes biddes to beare, with foes names fastned thereupon.
There goes
Acetes sad (good man) with store of yeares opprest,
His face eft manglinge with his nayles, eft bounsing of his breast
With faintnes downe he falles, and corps alonge on earth doth rest.
And charrets also forth they leade, embrued with
Rutil blood.
Aeton Pallas steede.
Then
Aethon next, his courser fayer, beréeud of trappings stood,
And after wéepinge comes, and weates his face with mighty teares.
Some beares his speare, his helmet some, the resdue
Turnus weares
Since him he slew, the sorowfull bandes of
Troyans do ensue,
And
Tyrrhen capteynes, th'
Archads eke, with weapons turnd ascue.
But when this goodly traine afar, was marched on the way:
There still
Aeneas stood, and moorninge wise these words did say.
The selfsame wofull chaunce of war, doth vs from hence withcall,
Of many another valient youth to wayle the wofull fall.
For euermore alhayle, for euer,
Pallas, now adieu.
He said no more, but to the walles his steppes he strayt withdrue.
And now Embassadours were sent from
Latine towne so great,
With braunch of Oliue bough in hand, for licence to entreat.
Such bodies as lay dead in fieldes, with mortal woundes opprest
For to requyre, that they in graues might take their finall rest.
Gainst conquerd wightes, & wantinge breath, no fight remaynes at all.
His hostes that he wold dayne to spare, whom fathers he once did call.
To whom then good
Aeneas, since but iust, and rightfull thay
Did aske: doth licence graunt, and more vnto them thus doth say.
What fortune foule, O
Latines, hath you to such warres betake,
In such a rash, and foolish sort our fréendship to forsake?
And do you leaue, and licence now for men departed craue?
Whom I do wysh, that when they lieud, the same shuld rather haue.
Ne had I come, but destnies here a place for vs did chuse,
Ne do I gainst your nation fight. Your kinge did me refuse
To enterteyne, and rather claue vnto kinge
Turnus might.
For whom more equall it had byn to trie this deathes despite.
If that with hand this war to end, and
Troyans hence to shooue
He do prepare, it better were in armes with me to prooue.
Then he shuld liue whom gods, his life, or his righthand would spar
[...].
But now depart, and for your peoples burials do prepare.
These word
Aeneas spake. They stood astoond, and nothinge said.
And ech on other glauncinge oft their eyes,
Drances was great enemie to
Turnus.
their mouthes they staid.
The auntienst then that
Drances hight, for crime, and iust desart
With
Turnus that offended was, his wordes thus gan impart.
O péerlesse prince of great renowme, in armes of greater fame,
How shall I shew thy prayse, or to the gods compare the same?
Thy laud for Iustice shall we first, or martiall feates admire?
These thinges vnto our citie we will shew with great desire.
And thée vnto
Latinus king, if fortune graunt, will ioyne,
Let
Turnus in some other place for leagues anew purloyne.
Moreouer, and the hugie moles of fatall walles to reare
We shalbe glad, and to that work on shoulders stones to beare.
He ended had, with one consent the same they all alow.
And for twelue dayes they Truce do take, and peace a space do vow.
The
Troyans, and the
Latines mixt in woods do wandre frée,
And rownd on toppes of hilles they rome, and holtes full huge that bée.
And here with stroke of mighty are the brittle ashe doth sownd.
There loftie Pynes that touch the starres, are throwne vnto the grownd.
The mighty okes, and Ceders smellinge soote the wedges teare,
And sturdie Cartes do crack, full heauie laden them home that beare.
And now the fliynge fame of so great griefe,
Report of
Pallas death cometh to
Euander, and his towne.
and tydings ill:
Euander wofull man, his house, and all his town doth fill,
That
Pallas was in
Latium late a coquerour, did report.
Th'
Archadians run vnto the gates, as is their wonted sort:
They funeral brondes do beare, the wayes alonge echwhere do shéene
With rankes of flambinge fiers, and seuerals make the fieldes betwéene.
The
Troyan rout approchinge fast do ioyne their wofull lay.
Whom when the auntient Dames perceaud to pallaice take their way:
With wofull cries, and piteous shoutes the town they do repleat.
No force
Euander then can stay,
Euanders wofull lamentation for his sun.
nor reason him entreat.
But forth into the thickst he thronges, and down him self doth lay
Vpon the beare where
Pallas was, and there doth wéepinge stay,
And scarce vnto his speach with much adoe could ope the way.
Didst not, O
Pallas, thou to me thy sier this promise make,
That charely thou woldst thy self to cruel warre betake?
I knew rightwell the nouell pride, and glory first in fight,
And pleasaunt honour wunne in armes: how much preueyle it might.
O hard beginnings to lad, and sorowfull martiall trayne,
My sacrafice, and praiers fond to gods powrdforth in vayne.
And O most holly wife and Quéene, by death thryse happy thée,
That hast not lyeud vnto this day, this wretched sight to sée.
But I by seinge this, my fatall terme haue passed quite,
That father yet remayn aliue, and sée this wofull sight.
More méete had byn the
Troyan armes I followed had in féeld,
And ouerwhelmd with
Rutil dartes, my lyfe to death had yéeld.
And only me this noble pompe, not
Pallas home shuld bringe.
Ne shuld I you, O
Troyans, blame, your league, ne yet the thinge,
Which we w
t righthandes giuen on both partes swore, whē in my groūd
Most faithful harbour, and in court you incertaynment found.
This chaunce vnto myne elder yeres, I sée, alotted was.
But since my sunne by death vntymely from this life must pas:
He is glad of reuenge.
I comfort take, the
Troyans since to
Latium in he braught,
So many thousand
Volscans sleine, his fatall end he caught.
Nor other funerall rytes shalt thou, sunne
Pallas, get of mée,
Then good
Aeneas, Phrygians eke, and
Tyrrhenes gyue to thée.
Great monumentes they bringe, of such as died by thy righthand.
And thou lykewise, a mighty corps now dead in armes shuldst stand,
If match had byn his age, and equall yeares lyke strength to thyne
Had,
Turnus, made: somuch therat I should not then repine.
But why do I you
Troyans now so longe from battle stay?
Depart, and to
Aeneas kinge from me this messadge say.
That I this lothsome life endure, since
Pallas now is dead:
Thy righthand is the cause, which to the fathers hoarie head,
And to the sunne doth
Turnus owe, herin thou maist deserue
Alonly well of me, and proue thy chaunce. Not to preserue
The ioyes of life I séeke, ne doth myne age thesame requier.
But to the ghostes belowe to beare those newes is my desier.
The morninge had therwhiles to mortall men restord agayne
The chéerful day, that nought to them but traueiles bringes, and payne.
The custome of burninge the dead in eld tyme.
Aeneas then, and
Tarchon ioynt, the crooked shoare alonge
Great bonefiers build, the bodies thither of all their fréendes, the thronge
As cuntreys custome biddes do bringe, and fier therunder make.
The loftie heauen anon with thick and smutchy smoke lookes blake.
And thryse about the burninge fiers they ran in armour bright.
And thryse on horsback rode about the fiers with hollowinge rite.
And wofull waylinges forth did send, and teares letfall amayne,
Vpon their weapons, and vpon their harneis like the rayne.
The crie of men to heauen ascendes, and ratlinge Trompetes sound.
And some the spoyles of such as there lay sleyne of
Latine ground:
Their helmets fayer into the fier, and guilden swordes they threw,
And bridles braue, and charret whéeles yet warme, and some they knew,
By others are cast in, their shields and weapons void of luck.
And many an oxe thernigh, they done to death, and thither pluck,
And many a brestled Boare, and cattayle store the fields throughout:
They sley and flinge them in the flames, then all the shore about
Their fellowes burninge they behold, and bones half brent do kéepe,
And scarce from thence can be withdrawen, til moystie night that sléepe
Prouokes, the heauen inturnd, and whole with starres replenisht had.
Now on the otherside in semblant sort, the
Latines sad
Innumerable bonefiers built, and many a body thay
In graues deape digd bestow, and many a corps they send a way
To neighboures nigh at hand, and to
Lauinium towne agayne.
The resdue, and the hugie heape, of such as there lay slayne,
Both numbrelesse, and honourlesse they burne, the fields full wyde
With plenty flaminge fiers, bright shininge shew on euery syde.
The thirde day had from heauen nights chyllie shade expeld away,
When heauelie the Ashes heapes which there confused lay:
In vrnal pottes they put,
They buried the ashes in pots called,
Vrnae.
and smoultringe mould theren do flinge.
And now within the walles, and towne of ritch
Latinus kinge,
The greatest noyse was heard, and far the wurst, and wofulst chéere,
Of mothers, and sunnes wiues, mixt with the plaints of sisters déere.
And babes bereft of fathers swéet, this cruell war detest,
And
Turnus promist spousals, that twas he aboue the rest
That was in batayle sought, that he his force must trie in fight,
That for
Italia scepter séekes, and honour due of right.
These thinges good auntient
Drances fiercely telles, and record béeres
That
Turnus tis alone, whom
Troyan prince in fight requéeres.
With diuerse things besides, which many against him did dispute.
Howbeit the coun
[...]ance of the Quéene doth them at full refute.
Embassadours returne with o
[...]t eff
[...]ct from
Diomedes.
The fame of many monuments tane do much his name aduaunce.
Then in these sturres, amyd this tumult hot, by woundrous chaunce:
Behold, from forth the mighty towne of
Diomedes kinge,
Embassadours with answere do returne, that they nothings
With so great trauail spent, with giftes, nor gold to end haue brought,
Nor ernest prayers tane effect, new meanes there must be wrought,
Or of the
Troyan prince some league of peace there must be sought.
With sorow great in soundings then downe falles
Latinus Kynge.
And that
Aeneas Destnies there, and power of gods did brynge:
The wrath of gods there shewes, and graues fresh digd before his face.
The maner of callinge to a princes parlament.
Wherfore assembly great, and nobles all to come in place
By wrytes he warnes, and to his princelye house doth them transport.
They all do méete, and to the place ech way they thick resort.
Latinus then in mydst amongst them all, of auntienst yeares,
With carefull countnance sittes, and cheife in hand his scepter beares.
The legates then, that from
Aetola towne with answere came,
He biddes declare their charge, and orderly requires the same.
When whust was once proclaimd, and men were bid not silence breake:
Sir
Venulus with duetie due, thus then began to speake.
The Embassadours answere.
Wée
Diomede, O citizens, and
Argiue tentes haue séene,
And dangers all wée passed haue which in that Iorney béene.
And wée that hand haue toucht wherby proud
Troy to ground did fall.
His towne he by name of the soyle hight
Argyripe, doth call.
Which there he conquerour built, in
Garganus
Iapix land.
When in wée came, and leaue was giuen to speake where wée did stand:
Our presents vp wée yéeld, our names, and countrey we declare,
Who war on vs haue made, and why to
Arpos come we are.
When he our message heard: with calmed speach these wordes gan say.
O happy nations, where
Saturnus kinge somtyme bare sway,
Ausonians auntient eke, when you your liues in quiet lead,
What fortune causd you then the pathes to straungie warres to tread?
So many of vs all, as
Troyan fieldes with warre did foyle,
(Such thinges I passe, as vnderneath the walles with wofull toyle
Were done, and whatkind men do vnder
Simois water lye)
The same with wofull punishment throughout the wordle we bye.
And all of vs great penaunce for that foule offence sustayne.
Whom
Priame, if he liued, now of pitye sure would dayne.
This doth
Mineruas cruell tempest tell,
Euboia rockes,
And
Caphareus reuenginge hill, and many deadly knockes
Against the shoare, to diuerse coastes when we dispersed were.
And
Menelaus Atreus sunne far hence is banysht, where
Done
Proteus pyllers stand, to
Vlisses: Cyclops all were knowne.
Neoptolems realme what shall I say, and cities ouerthrowne?
Or else the
Ozoly that dwell on shoore of
Lybie land?
Yea
Agamemnon king, cheife leader of the
Graetian band,
At first his cumminge home was by his spouse dispightfull slayne.
So when he
Troy had raisd:
Aegisthus in his seat did raygne.
And shall I shew the spyte of gods my self I did endure?
When home I came in hope to find my lady chast, and sure
My citie fayer that
Calidona hight: Now monstrous sightes
Still conuersant before myne eyes: my senses much affrightes.
For why? my mates which I haue lost, the ayer w
t winges haue raught.
And turnd to foules the floodes do haunt,
Called Dio medes
foules, se Plini lib. 10.
(O plagues that I am taught
To knowe of myne) and hollowe cliffes with wéepinge voices fill.
And since that time all other thinges I doubt, and feare as ill,
When like a bedlem beast, celestiall wightes with stéele I smit,
And into
Venus hand a gréeuous wound did hastly hyt.
Do not I pray, my fréendes, me to such batayle euer call.
For neuer I since first great
Troy downe fell by fatal fall,
With
Troians would haue ought to do, ne doth it me delight,
When of these mischéeues I do thinke, though they be finisht quite.
As for the presentes which to me you bringe from out your land:
Vnto
Aeneas beare them back, with whom wée hand to hand
Or this haue fought, and him against in open armes haue stand.
Beléeue me that haue tryed, in shield with what force he doth rise?
And with what deadly dint his mighty speare in fight he wries?
Yf that besides this man two other such
Troy towne had bred:
Them selues forth to
Inachus towne the
Troyans sure had sped.
And
Graetia with contrarie fates shuld wayle her heauie plight.
For surely what soeuer stay was made in
Troyan fight:
Through
Hector,
He compareth
Aeneas with
Hector
and
Aeneas hand the conquest still was stayd,
Wherby that warre to terme of ten yeares complete was delayd.
Of valient courage both, and both in armes of worthy might.
In godlines yet this exceld, do peace with righthandes smigth,
Whilst good occasion offred is, by all meanes do eschew
In warre with him to wage, least haples hap do make you rue.
And thus sir king, the answere of that mighty prince you haue,
And of this great, and wofull warre the iudgment that he gaue.
Scarse had the legates done, when mumblynge mūminge much doth rise
A mongst the
Latines all, as when great stones in semblaunt wise.
Some riuer swift do stay, the streame within doth ratlinge sound,
And all the bankes about with cracklinge noyse agayn redound.
So soone as were their mindes appeasd, and mouthes at rest did stay:
The kinge to gods first praid, and from hie throne these words gan say.
Before this tyme, O
Latines, to determine of this case
More méete had bin, and I my self therof desierous was.
And not thus at this present tyme, a counsell now to call,
When foes be fast at hand, and enmies rownd besiedge the wall.
A bootlesse warre, O
Citizens, with stock of gods we beare,
And with a man, whose valient force no warres could euer weare,
Nor wearie once in fight, nor cause him leaue though he were wunne.
If in
Aetolian armes some hope to put you once begunne,
Whom now for aid you call: henceforth sée that reposed bée
Echones hope in him self, which how smal tis, yow all do sée.
For other thinges, how they on ground do lie with wofull fall
Before your face you sée, and in your handes are daily all.
Nor do I eny man accuse, echone hath done his best.
The bodie whole of all the realme within this warre was prest.
And now at last what sentence in my doubtfull mind doth lye:
I meane to shewe, in few wordes (giue eare) I will descrie.
There lies an auntient field to
Tyber riuer neare about,
Forth buttinge on the west, and to
Sicilia stretchinge out.
Arunci, and
Rutilians till the same, and hillockes smart
With ploughes they turne, and mountains sharpe to pastures do conuart.
This region whole, and hillie coast with
Pines that doth abound:
Lets for the
Troyan fréendshippe giue, and equall leagues compound.
And make them fellowes in our land, and place vnto them yéeld,
Since that so great desier they haue, and cities let them buéeld.
But if to other coastes to cut, straunge nations to assay
They do entend, and from our land they may depart away:
Twyse ten tall shippes of
Itail Oke lets build them by and by,
Or moe, if so they néede, the stuffe by
Tybers side doth lye.
Let them the numbre point, and for their shippes the fashion show:
And wée the kéeles, and workmanship, and tacklinges will bestow.
Morcouer these our wordes to tell, and leagues of truce to frame,
An hundred legates forth to send to them, in
Latines name:
I thinke it best,
Precious giftes of y
e
Romaines,
and Oliue boughes of peace in handes to hold,
And giftes of price to beare of Iuerie, with great summes of gold.
And kinglie cloth of state, and mantel, badge of all our land.
To publique welth down torne almost, set to your helping hand.
Then
Drances wroth,
Drances oration.
whom secret hate of
Turnus fame did prick
And fame of great exploites atchieud against him causd to kick.
In gooddes right ritch, but more of toongue, in warre of dastard mynd,
But yet in sad, and counsell graue, not farre the best behind,
Full fit sedicous seede to rayse, whom mothers noble blood
With pride had prickt, but of his father vncerten still that stood:
Standes vp, and him in wordes doth blame, and aggrauates with ire.
A thinge well knowne, and no mans helpe to shew that doth require,
Most mighty kinge you do perswade, and all do know ful well
What thinge the people most desier, but that they feare to tell.
But let him giue me leaue to speake, and pride lay down a side,
By whose vnhap, and dealinges far from honest maners wide,
(For speake I will, though swordes to mée, and cruel death he threat)
So many valient captaynes died, and all this citie great
With mourninge sittes amoapte, whilst
Troyan tentes he doth assay,
Then takes him to his héeles, and welkin winnes with armes to fray.
Amonge these many giftes to
Troyans which you send, one thinge
Do cause moreouer likewise to be borne, O mighty kinge.
Let no mad rage of eny man so much your mind peruart,
But that vnto so worthy sunne in law, you would impart
Your daughter bright in mariage, perpetual peace to make.
But if such feare of
Turnus in your tremblinge breast do ake:
Lets him entreat, and ernestly to him then let vs sue,
That to our kinge, and cuntrey he would yeeld that is their due.
Why dost thou thus our citizens in doubtfull daunger bringe
So often, thou of
Latium plagues that art the only springe?
By warre no sauftye sure we get, for peace wée all do craue
At thy handes
Turnus, and the maid
Lauinia younge to haue.
And first my self, whom scarce (I knowe) thou thinkst thy fréend to bée,
Nor care to be, for pitie loe entreatinge come to thée.
Take pitie on thy cuntreymen, lay downe thy Peacockes traine,
Depart, since thou art vanquished, to many bodies slaine
Wée do already sée, our broad wyde fieldes forlorn do lie.
But if such great renowne, or courage bold in breast on hie
Thou dost conceaue, or princesse younge thou dost desier soe:
Attempt him then, and with bold hart encounter with thy foe.
That
Turnus may by meanes therof enioy a Quéene to wife.
Wée sellie sotiles, vnburied sort, and vnbewayled, rife
About the fieldes shall lie. And thou, if eny force remayne,
Or sparck of fathers valient vertue in thy breast: agayne
Looke him in face that thée doth call.
Turnus replye.
Hereat then
Turnus all in rage doth boyle in burninge brest,
And giues a grone, and from his hart full deape these wordes doth wrest.
Great sloare of talke is redy,
Drances, euermore to thée,
When blooddy warres do handes requyre, and first in place to bée
Thou wilt be sure, to parlament when Senatours resort.
But still the court must not be fild with wordes, and vayne report,
Which in abundance great from thée do flie, whilst citie wall
Betwéene thée, and thyne enmye standes, nor ditches blood withall
Do flowe about. Wherfore as is thy wunted guyse persist,
And thoundre out thy twatlinge talke, as longe as thou shalt list.
And do of feare mée then accuse, when thy couragicus hand
So many heapes hath sleyn of those that came from
Ilium land.
And all the fieldes about with monumentes braue decked stand.
And there what can thy mighty manhcde do thou mayst assay.
And as for foes, wée néed not to go séeke them far away,
For rownde the walles they do besiedge. Come on, and let vs goe,
And still through dastard cowardice continew not so sloe.
What? with thy pratlinge toongue alone thus alwayes wilt thou fight?
And shall thy foolish féete be prest alwaies to shamfull flight?
Was I repulst? or is there eny (wretched varlet) well
That can auouch the same? with
Troyan blood when
Tyber swell,
And all
Euanders stock, and house to ruine brought to bée,
And all th'
Archadian host, of armes, and force despoild shall sée?
Not so did
Bitias find in me, nor yet
Pandarus fell.
Nor thousandes, whom this righthand in one day sent down to hell,
When I was cloasd with walles, and hard with heapes of foes beset.
By warre no sauftic shall we get? these vaine deuises let
Be boded to
Aeneas head, and to thyne owne estate.
Nor cease not styll to troble all with foolish fearfull fate,
And to extoll that nacions force, that twise was woonne in fight.
On thotherside for to debase great kinge
Latinus might.
And now the valient péeres of
Greece the
Phrygian armes do dread.
Prince
Diomede, and in
Larrissa towne
Achilles bred.
Or els
Aufidus riuer swift runnes backe vnto his head.
See, this dissembler vile great feare doth feyne for dread of me,
And aggreuates the crime that it might séeme more big to be.
But neuer thou by me thy life shalt lose, hold thee at rest,
Let that abide with thée, and still remayne within thy brest.
And now I come to thée, and counsels great thou dost disclose,
Most mightie prince, if in our strength no trust thou dost repose,
If so wée be forsane, and when our force is once subdued,
Wée quite away ben cast, and fortune cannot be renued:
Then lets intreat for peace, and yéeldyng handes to him submit.
But, O, if any iote of woonted vertue bide as yet:
The same aboue the rest for happy paynes,
He speaketh of
Mezētius.
and courage bolde,
I will extoll, who, cause he would no such thing once beholde:
Himself did yéelde to death, and with his téeth did teare the ground.
But if some sparkes remayne, and youthes vntwitcht may yet be founde,
And fréendly townes in
Italy, and peoples mayne of might.
But if to
Troians fall with losse of bloud, the price of fight,
And equall slaughter they sustayne, and like lucke them attaynt:
Why should wée thus like dastardes vile, at first beginnyng faynt?
And feare before wée do beginne to fight, doth vs appall?
Longe tract of
Time,
Time,
and Fortune.
and sundrie happes, which in our life befall:
Chaunge thinges to better state, and
Fortune whom she did disgrace:
Oft times agayne doth rayse, and prinkes him vp in prouder place.
Though
Diomede, Arpenses eke to vs no help will bring,
Messapus will, and happy prince in warre
Tolumnius king.
And Dukes from many nations sent, nor tis no simple prayse
The mighty mustars tane through
Latium lande are like to rayse.
And from the noble
Volscan blouddes the mayde
Camilla hight,
A troupe of horsemen that conductes in brasen armour bright.
But if the
Troyans me alone do séeke for hand to hand,
And so you please, and publiqueweale so much I do withstand:
So conquest (as I trust) from these handes will not part away,
That any hazard for this hope I dread for to assay.
With courage gayntst him will I go, though he
Achilles pas,
And weare like armour strong, that made by hand of
Vulcan was.
This life, I
Turnus, to you all, and to
Latinus vow,
To any of mine auncestours in prowes that will not bow.
If me alone the
Phrygian prince do call, I am content,
Or whether on mée (wofull wretch) the wrath of god is bent.
I would not for my sake, that
Drances died, or do sustaine,
If I the conquest win, one iote of praise woon by my paine.
These wordes amonge them selues they do debate of doubtfull thinges.
Aeneas then remooues his campe, and forth his battaill bringes.
When loe, into the pallaice strait with dred, and tumult great,
A skout comes in, that doth the totall town with feare repleat.
That
Troyans now from
Tyber shoare come fast in battail ray.
And
Tyrrhen bandes in rankes there round about the fildes they lay.
Then strayt amazed were mens mindes, and peoples breastes with feare
Astoond, and with no simple flames of ire incenst they were.
They tremblinge then for armour call, the youth for weapons fret,
The sorowfull fathers wéepe, and mumblinge moninge voices fet.
An hugie noise of sundry tunes into the ayer doth ryse.
None otherwise then like a shole of foules aloft that flies,
And on a thicket lightes, or when by
Padus riuer shoare
The horcey swannes do lift their lay, the bankes the same do roare.
Then
Turnus takinge present tyme, O citizens, he sayes,
Goe call a counsell now, and sittinge speake of peaces prayse,
Whilst foes into our realmes do run, no more therof he sayd:
But forth he flinges, and soone him self out of the house conuayd.
He deuideth the charge to his captaines.
Thou
Volusus, commaund (ꝙ he) the
Volscans, armes to take.
And thou thy self the
Rutils leade,
Messapus, ready make,
And with his brother
Coras ioynt the coastes about to skoure.
And some to fortefie the gates, some furnish euery tower.
The rest with me, as I haue told, into the field shal yéede.
They by and by vnto the walles do fliynge with fliynge spéede.
Thassemblie then, and counsels there begun the kinge forsakes,
And with vnwilling mind them to another tyme betakes.
Then much himself he blames, that neuer by his owne accord,
He sentfor to the town, and termed sunne the
Troian lord.
Some trenches cast before the gates, some pyles aloft do rayse
Of wood or stone, alarme the trompets call to bloddy frayes.
Anon with sundrie troupes, they compas rownd about the wall
The matrones with their laddes, for daunger calles to labour all.
Nolesse vnto the sacred church of
Pallas goddesse strait
The Quéeene is born, a beuie braue of dames on her do wait.
Great giftes she bare, and next her side
Lauinia bright of hue,
The cause of all the strife, and downe to ground her eyes she threwe.
In thronge the Ladies thick, the church with incense soote doth smoke,
And from their loftie thrones, with wofull voices thus they spoke.
O thou that only art of warres,
Tritonia virgin, cheife,
Do breake the weapons with thy hand of this proud
Troyan theife.
And strike him dead to groūd before our gates that workes our greife.
Kinge
Turnus raginge then of striues forth to the field is prest.
His braue
Rutilian armour now was buckled to his brest,
With brasen scales right rough, his thies with plates of gold were clad,
His head was yet vnarmd, his sword tide to his side he had.
All glittringe bright he shynes, and from the pallaice forth he goes
Triumphinge in his mind, and whole in hope hath foyld his foes.
Lyke as a noble horse that from the stable is start away,
And frée doth raunge about, in open fieldes, and pastures gay,
To others leaze, and heardes of mares doth headlonge runninge dash,
Or hies him hastly to some woonted streame himself to wash.
His mane then vp he liftes aloft, and wanton runnes his way.
The crispinge curlinge lockes vpon his neck, and shoulders play.
Camilla
of Volsca.
With whom
Camilla méetinge there with gward of
Volscan rout:
Against him comes, then there the Quéene her self the gates without
Down lightes, of whom did all the armed troupe example take,
And softly from their horse they leapt, and thus to him she spake.
If noble hartes may eny hope repose in valient handes:
O
Turnus, both I dare and vowe to méete the
Troyan bandes.
And with the
Tyrrhen horsmen eke encounter on the way.
Let me the onset giue of formest fight this present day.
Stil stay you heare on foote, and manfully the walles defend.
Hereat then
Turnus on the virgin fierce his eyes doth bend.
O virgin flower of
Latium land, what thankes to yéeld to thée,
Or kyndnes to requite shall I deuise may worthy bée?
But since thy valient hart doth all aduentures great excéede:
I am well pleasd (O Quéene) to part this payne with thée indéede.
Aeneas, as fame telles, and skoutes sentforth for that entent,
Before him well arayd his troupes of horsmenlight hath sent,
That ransack shuld the fieldes, him self through craggie hilles on hie,
And desertes deape, in hast vnto the town approcheth nie.
In secret Ambush I, in yonder wood, in place not wyde,
That so both waies I may besiedge, myself entend to hyde.
Do thou vpon the
Tyrrhen horsmen set with ioyned band.
With thée shal sharpe
Messapus yéede, and troupes of
Latine land,
And stronge
Tiburtus power, and take to thée the charge of all.
He sayd, and with lyke wordes
Messapus forth to fight doth call.
Him with his captaynes al alike exhortes against their foes,
And forth him self anon before them all with courage goes.
There lies a vally low with crooked turnes a craftye place,
And fit for sleightes of war, whom thickets black on ech syde trace.
The sides do narow shut, a lytle path therto doth lye,
And passadge passinge streight, on ragged cragged entrance hie.
This plaine lyes quite vnknown, and corners saulf to lurck within,
Whether on the lifthand, or the right the battayle you begin,
Or on the Hill you list to stand, and storme of stones down cast.
By rediest way in coast well known, doth
Turnus thither hast,
And quickly takes the place, and in thick woods him self he hides.
Therwhiles
Diana faier in loftye skies aboue that bides:
Dame
Opis swift to her doth call, a chast and fellow mayd,
And one of her vntouched troupe, and thus to her she sayd
With heauie chéere, O virgin pure,
Camilla forth doth pas
Vnto a bloody warre, armd with our tooles in vaine, alas.
Whom I do loue aboue the rest, ne to
Diana new
This likinge lately sprang, nor ioy in mind on sodeyn grew.
Pulst out through spite from natiue realme, and subiectes hauty might,
When
Metabus from old
Priuerna town did take his flight:
This infant vp he snatcht,
The storie of
Camilla, and
Metabus her father.
when rage of warre was thickst of all.
A mate in exile sharpe, and her by mothers name did call,
And of
Casmilla her by shorter name
Camilla hight.
Her in his armes he bare when through the desert toppes, his flight
Of wast forlorn hilles he tooke, and dartes about him flew,
And him one euery syde, thick troupes of
Volscans did pursue.
When loe, in midst of flight
Amasenus with water store
Aboue his bankes brakeout, such plentie rayne not longe before
There fel, wherouer whilst anon to swim he doth assay:
He feares (alas) his burden déere, pure loue doth cause him stay.
Then musinge much in mind at last this practyse best he thaught.
A mightie speare which into hand that tyme by chance he caught,
When as he fought, of knottye wood shaptforth, and Oke fulstout,
To this his doughter déere in barke of trée encloasd about
He bindes, and fitly to the middes of mightie speare he ties,
And shakinge it oft in his valient hand, thus loud he cries.
Diana bright, and virgin pure that in these woods dost bide,
I vowe a seruant here to thée, that bound vnto her side
Most humblie holding fast a speare, flies from her foes, receaue
Her (goddesse) to thy charge, whom here in doubtfull case I leaue.
He said, and strait with bended arme the weapon forth he throwes,
The waters sound, aloft the riuer swift,
Camilla flowes.
Then
Metabus when now the prease began approch him nie:
The riuer strait he takes, his speare, and babe, therwith doth wrie,
Out of a gréengrasse turfe, a gift that great
Diana sent.
No people house for harbour him, nor walled cities lent,
Nor if they eny offred had, he neuer would consent.
A shéepheardes life amonge the sole, and sauage hilles he led.
His tendre child in thickest thornes, and beddes of beastes he fed
With milke of mares vnmild, and suck of breastes were neuer caught,
And to her tendre lippes in milkinge, downe their speanes he raught.
But when her pretie foote she first began to set to ground:
Her handes, and euerie place with sharpned dartes he laded round.
A quiuer on her shoulders smale he hanges with crooked bow.
In steade of golden caulle, and mantel braue shuld hange below:
A Tygers skinne downe from her head alonge her back doth fall,
With lytle childish dartes her handes he armes to play with all.
Or by a twisted thonge about her head she whirles a slinge,
Wherwith sumtime a Crane, sumtime a Swan she downe doth bringe.
Her many noble dames through
Tyrrhen townes wheras she went:
Haue wisht in vaine, their doughterlawe she were, but she content
Alone with chast
Dianas grace: her self preserueth still
Vntwight vnto her tooles, and to maydes life beares best goodwill.
Wold god she had with no such fond desier of warre bin cought,
When first the valient
Troyans to prouoke in fight she sought,
Whom I do tendre much, and yet she here remaind with mée.
Now her with destnies sharpe, and fatall fall opprest I sée.
Descend, déere
Nimphe, from heauen, and
Latine fieldes go visite streit,
Wheras with haplesse hap, and blooddie broile this fray they feight.
Take these, and from this quiuer, shaftes of sharp reuenge addresse,
And whosoeuer her sacred corps with wound shall once oppresse,
Where he of
Troy or
Latium be, his blood shall that repay.
Then in an hollow cloud anon her wofull corps away,
And armour vndefilde, vnto her natiue soyle will beare,
And in a worthye sepulcher my self interre her there.
She said, thē through y
e flickringe aier with winges she downward slides,
And giues a rush, and with a tempest black her bodie hides.
Therwhiles the
Troyan bandes vnto the walles approched nye.
Hetruscan capteynes with theyr troupes of horsmen, by and bye
Them selues bestow in good aray, the palfries stamping fret
Throughout the field, and rain with sturdie bittes forth softly iet
Now here now there, the field rough stādes with many a pyke and latice,
And from their loftie helmets far the glittringe Sunbeames glaunce.
On totherside
Messapus sharpe, and
Latines fierce to fight,
And
Coras with his brother, and
Camillas winge so bright
Standforth agaynst them in the field, and launces fast they make
Within their restes, and pointes of trēblinge speares fast charged shake.
Their foes abode, and noyse of stéedes them sore on fier do set.
But when both armies were at cast of dart togither met:
There still awhyle they stayd, a shrichinge shout they sodeyn raise,
Their chaumpinge horse they harten forth, the dartes flie euery waies
Lyke snow that thick doth fall, black shade the heauen quite ouerlaies.
And first with spitefull speares,
Tyrrhenus with
Acontius tall
Encountringe fiercely méet, and first with mightie noise do fall
To ground, the stéedes echothers breast with breast doth squéezinge iolt.
Acontius there vnhorst as swift as thickest thundrebolt,
Or lyke some stone by engine great of war forthflunge downe lightes,
And into thinne and flickringe aier exhales his vitall sprites.
Incontinent the rankes are broke, and
Latines put to flight:
Cast back their shieldes, and headlonge horses prick to citie right.
The
Troyans then, and first
A silas sharpe the routes pursue,
And now to gates they néere were come, the
Latines then anew
A mighty noyse extoll, and horses neckes about they wrie.
A doubtfull batted.
The
Troyans turne their backes, and largely yéeldinge raynes, do flie.
Lyke as the sea with altringe course that forth doth running freat:
Somtime doth flow to shoare, & rockes with rouling waues doth weat,
And fominge on the sand and beach, alonge doth tumblinge glide.
Somtime doth swiftly ebbe, when force doth fayle, and back doth slide
From rockes and shoares with vailinge streame, and failinge flud it falles.
The
Tyrrhens twise the
Rutils chase in fight vnto the walles,
And twise repulst looke backe, and backes with burklars broad defend.
But when they to the fight a fresh and third assault descend:
The rankes together run, and man to man doth stifly sticke.
Then shoutes are heard of such as fall, and in the bloud waxt thicke
Bot men and armour déepely waultryng fall, and stéedes half dead.
The battell growes, when
Orsiloch sir
Remulus did dread
Himself to set vpon: into his horse a speare he thrust,
And vnderneath the coursers eare the head leaues stickyng iust.
Then vp the stéede enraged standes on ende, and vp doth throw
His legges with breast erect, nor in no wise coulde bide the blow.
He falles vnhorst to ground,
Catillus driues to earth down right
Iolas stout of minde, of stature eke a goodly knight.
And great in armes
Herminius hard, whose head with golden heare
Lies bare with shoulders bare, nor of his woundes doth stande in feare,
So great in armes he lies, y
e speare prickt through his shoulders quakes,
And twise throughgirt his backe, his deadly payne twise double makes.
Goare bloud on euery side is shed, by fight are numbres stayne.
And by their woundes they séeke a glorious death for to obtayne.
And now this manly
Amazon in slaughter much doth ioy
Slaughters committed by
Camilla.
In midst of fight, whose pap, least vse of warre should her anoy:
Cut of vnto
Camilla quiuered was in tendre yeares.
Her tender shaftes about she shootes in quiuer which she beares.
Sometime her sharpned are vnwearied takes into her hand,
Sometime her guilden bow, the tooles of chast
Dianas band.
And if perchaunce repulst, she doo retyre pursued in chace:
Her bowe she turnes behinde, and strikes her followers in the face.
About her chosen mates do ride,
Larina, and
Tulla bright
Pure virgins, with
Tarpeia that with glittryng axe doth fight,
Italian trulles, and chast
Camilla of speciall purpose those
For honours sake, for time of peace, for trustie seruice chose.
Like as
Amazones of
Thracie lande when waters thay
Of
Thermodoon beat, with armour painted passyng gay,
About
Hyppolyta their Quéene, or when the virgin stout
Penthesilea home in charret comes, the femell rout
With shritches shrill reioysing cries, and shieldes like moones cut out.
Whom dost thou first, whom last, O virgin fierce, by force down throw?
Or O, how many corpses slayne on grounde dost lay full low?
Eumenius first of
Clytius father borne, whose naked best
Against her there that stode with launce of firstrée through doth threst.
He fluddes of blood out spuinge, falles, and earth with téeth doth teare,
And where he fell vpon his wound, lies tumblinge diynge there.
Next on him
Lyris she, and
Pegase throwes, and
Lyris while
His bridell raignes he raught: from horse to ground he doth requile.
But
Pegase whilst he came to aid, and féeble hand forth held:
Both ioyntly headlong wise with dubled fall to ground she feld.
To these
Amastrus neare she layes, vnto
Hippota sun.
And couchinge downe vnto her speare from far doth fetch her run
At
Terreus, and
Harpalicus, and
Demophoon stout,
And
Cronius stronge, and many a capteyn more of
Troian rout.
And looke how many shiueringe shaftes forth from her side she drew:
So many carcases to ground of
Troyan knightes she threw.
There
Ornitus a farre in armour straunge, and hunterwise,
Vpon a proud
Apulian stéede about the batteyll flies.
Whose neck, and shoulders broad an hyde late hald from Oxes back
Did couer, on his head the large wide gapinge iawes there stack
Of wolf, with threatninge, grinninge, glittringe gréedy téeth full white.
A clounish club in hand he weld, he thronges in thickst of fight,
In stature all the rest by heyght of head he doth excéede.
Him she (nor was it when their foes retierd a glorious déede)
Strykes through, & thus she speakes with hatefull hart as there she stoode.
Thoughtst that some beast in chace thou,
Tyrrhen, hadst within a wood?
The day is come when as a womans armour shall refute
Your boastinge bragges, yet no small fame to this thou mayst impute,
That by these handes thou diest, and with
Camillas launce art slayne.
Orsilochus, and
Butes next, two bodies mightie mayne
Of
Troian rout, but
Butes her agaynst with dart she strake,
And forth a way betwixt his gorget, and his helmet brake
About his neck that glittringe shynes, his shield hanges downe his side,
And feyninge from
Orsilochus as though she fled, doth ride
The
Carrire round, and craftely she kéepes the middle place,
And whilst he her pursues, therwhiles she followeth him in chace,
And through his armour stronge, the flesh, and bones, and axe she beates
Highrisinge at her blowe, and whilst he twatlinge much entreates:
She dubleth still the wound, & with warm braynes his face he weates.
Herewith come in, and at first sight astunned much he standes
Sir
Aunus sunne of
Appenine, a martiall man of handes,
And not amonge the
Ligures woorst,
Ligures were great dissemblers, and liers.
whilst fates did him permit
By subtile coulered shiftes vnto ech purpose finely fit.
When he percéeud from fight he could no wise escape away:
By treacherous trayne he thought, and gloasinge guile her to assay,
And thus began. A woman thou if to a trustie stéede
Thy self commit, of truth is it a great or valient déede?
Forsake thy horse, and match on ground thy self to me betake,
And vnto equall fight on foote thée quickly ready make.
Then shalt thou know to whom this glory fond due prayse shall bringe.
He said, but she enraagd whom griefe with sharp desier did stinge:
Vnto a mate her stéede she tooke, in armes on ground she standes
With blade on foote forth drawne, and bucklar pure fast hent in handes.
The younker then supposinge that by craft he her had quit:
Away strait swiftly prickinge flies, not lingringe neuer a whit:
His nimble stéede with raignes he quickly turnes, and thence him hies.
His peartly prauncinge beast with iron spurres apace he plies.
O
Ligur vayne, and to no purpose bragge, and proud of hart.
In vaine sir subtile, thou assayest to trie thy cuntreyes art.
No slypprie shift shall thée aliue to craftie
Aunus saue.
These wordes the virgin spake, and fierce on foote a springe she gaue,
And swiftlye soone outran the horse, and fast the raignes she raught
And at him strake, and glad on enmies blood reuenge she wraught.
Much lyke a faw
[...]on that from lostie towre his flight doth take,
And at a twigginge doue vnto the cloudes swyft winge doth make.
When her at souse hath tane with talantes sharpe her guttes pulles out,
The goarie bludde, and fethers plumed flit the ayer about.
These thinges the father of gods and men in heauen that sits on hie:
Doth héedfully behold, and warly weighes with watchinge eie.
Then
Tyrrhen Tarchon stout to entre fight he did prouoke,
And with no gentle rage of frantike anger forth him stroke.
Wherfore in thickst of slaughters great, and rankes enforst to flie,
On horsback
Tarchon thronges, and sundrie voyces liftes on hie.
The winges he hartneth on, and ech man by his name doth call.
And such as were repulst, he makes a fresh to fightinge fall.
What feare is this: that neuer will repent your foolish flight,
O
Tyrrhens dastardes still? what daūt within your hartes doth light?
A woman straglinge you pursues, and doth discomfit quight.
Vnto what end these swordes, or weapons do you beare in hand?
Not so at
Venus games, nor warres by night you lingringe stand.
Nor when god
Bacchus crooked pipe to dauncinge you doth call,
And vnto costly cates, and tables lade with wyne to fall.
That is your ioy, that your delight, when as the prophet good
With sacrafice, and fatted ost, doth call you to the wood.
This said, into the thickest foes himself forth thronginge flinges,
And mad he méetes with
Venulus, whom chaunce against him bringes.
There raught from of the horse with his righthand he held his foe,
And forceblye him wringinge to his breast, away doth goe.
A noyse vnto the heauen they rayse, the
Latines turn their eies
Vpon this fact, and
Tarchon swift about the field he flies,
Both bearinge man and armour still away, and from his speare
The head he wrested of, and euery place he searcheth, wheare
A deadlie wound he may bestowe, he wrestlinge dōth rebell
To saue the sword from out his throat, and force by force repell.
And as the noble Egle which in the aier aloft doth flie,
When vp a snake hath snatcht that late a sleape on ground did lie,
And fastned him within his foote, and claspt with talantes round:
The snake about him wriglinge windinge wreades with griefe of woūd,
And scales doth roughly rayse, and angred with her mouth doth hisse.
With crooked beake he wrestlinge nippes her neuerthelesse for this,
And forth his way he flies, and with his winges the aier doth beat:
None otherwise his pray from
Tyburt oste sir
Tarchon great
Triumphinge beares away, their captaynes dede, and happy chaunce
The
Lydians followinge forth do run.
Camilla swift with launce
Comes in whom
Aruns due to death by craftye sleight full slie:
Aruns murderour of
Camilla.
Doth ride about, the esiest syde for his behoofe to trie.
And looke through thickest rankes wheras the virgin fiercely flew:
Sis
Aruns thither hies, and secretly her steppes doth view.
What way she conqueresse doth returne, and foote from foes doth bend:
That way the youth by stealth his nimble reignes about doth wend.
And now thisway, now that agayne, and round about the place
With fatall, certayne, speare in hand, doth followinge after trace.
By chaunce vnto
Cybele sacred priest, sir
Chloreus hight,
From far aboue the rest in
Phrygian armes did shyne full bright.
A fominge courser forth he prickt, whose breast, and buttokes wide
A skinne beset with brasen plates, and glittringe gold did hide.
Himself in purple sad, and scarlet pure full fine beséene,
In
Lycian bow his shaftes he shot, in
Creta made that béene.
His golden bow from shoulder twanges, a guilden helme he beares.
The yelowish silken weed, and bosoums wyde with bouges he weares:
Those lappets ratling large in knot of costly gold were tyde.
His coate with néedle embroidred was, his sturdie thies did hyde
A skirt of purple silke and gold in foreyn cuntrey wrought.
The virgin him, for cause his armour braue wherin he fought,
And
Troyan spoiles on temples hange she would for honours sake,
Or els herself in huntresse wise, with gold full braue would make:
With blind desier pursues, and all encenst through thickest rout,
With greadie womans lust of spoiles, she flies the field about.
When
Aruns longe in wait that lay, had fit occasion spied:
A whirlinge dart he threw, and thus vnto the gods he cried.
Most mighty god
Apollo guyde of drad
Soractis hill,
Whom we aboue the rest adore, to whom soote smellinge still
Of
Pinetrees hugie flames we féede, and through whose only might
Thy seruauntes dare to walke on fierie coales hot burninge bright.
O father graunt that by our tooles this shame be tane away,
Almightye since thou art, not for the virgins spoyles I pray,
Nor monument I séeke, nor pillage proud from her to take.
Some other déede hereafter this shall me right famous make.
But let this cruell plague faldowne with dint of this righthand,
And I deuoid of fame will hence return to natiue land.
Apollo heard his prayer, and part to graunt he was content,
And part to be disperst in flickringe aier abroad he sent.
That Quéene
Camilla fierce with deadly wound downestayn shuld bée,
He graunted, but with saufe return his natiue soyle to sée:
He did not graunt, that voice he bid the windes abroad confound.
Then when the whirlinge dart forth throwne in ayer had raisd a sound:
Both armies gan attend, and eies vnto the
Volscan Quéene
They all do cast, she mindes no whit the thinges thē wrought that béene,
Nor ayer, nor yet the sound, nor dart aboue full wift of flight,
Till vnderneath her sacred pap the fatall launce doth light,
Camilla is
sleyne,
And deaply entringe in: at full in virgins blood doth bayne.
Her fearfull femall guard togither runnes, and doth sustayne
Their faintinge ladies corps, fast
Aruns flies before them all,
Whom as did ioy refresh: so feare admixt did much appall.
And now he dares nomore vnto her launce himself to truft,
Nor yet into the sight of that
Virago himself to thrust.
And lyke a woolfe, before the hatefull hunters him do chace,
Vnto the wast for lorne hilles forth hies himselfe a pace,
When he some heardsman hath, or heckfer great of grease, and lim
Deuourd, and guiltie in hart of that foule fact, and deede full grim:
His tremblinge tayle betwéen his legges lets fall, and wooddes doth séeke:
Sir
Aruns so him out of sight withdrawes in semblant leeke,
And with his flight content amidst the thickst him self doth hyde.
She diyng drawes the dart that in the wound did déepe abyde,
The mortall blade in wound full wide stickes fast within her syde.
Shée faintes for want of blood, her eies to death yéeld vp their due.
Strait from her face departes the stayned chéekes, and purple hue.
And dyinge thus to
Acca, one of her companions saies,
A virgin to
Camilla true before the rest alwaies,
With whom she woonted was her cares and sorowes all impart,
And thus to her began to speake with failinge faintinge hart.
Vntill this tyme, O sister
Acca deare, of force I was,
Acruell mortall wound my life abbridges now, alas,
And althinges round, me séemes, looke rustie dustie dark as hell.
Flie hence, and do with spéed, my messedge last to
Turnus tell,
That he to batteyle come, and kéepe the
Troyans from the towne.
And now farewell, and with that word the raignes she let fall downe.
The conflict of death witk life.
Her self to earth not willinge sinkes, and waxinge cold, vntwynes
By smale and smale herself out of her corps, and then resignes
Her lithie head and neck to death, and armour doth forsake.
Her ghost flies fast with greife and great disdaine to
Lymbo lake.
Forthwith a mighty noyse the golden starres in heauen doth touch,
And since
Camillas death the battle fierce encreaseth much.
They thicke come ranning on, both all the bandes of
Troyans stout,
And
Tyrrhen captaines, with
Euanders winges th'
Archadian rout.
And now
Dianas dearlinge bright,
Nimph Opis sits on hie
Vpon the toppe of loftiest hilles, the batteile to descrie.
And when from farre she sawe in raginge noise of youthfull trayne,
With wound vnworthie, and wofull dolefull death
Camilla slayne:
She fet a sigh, and deepe from out her breast these wordes she said.
To deare O virgin, thou to deare a cruell price hast paied,
That thou the valient
Troyans durstes prouoke in open fight.
That thou
Dianas grace in wooddes didst serue forsaken quight:
It nothinge thée auailes, or that our quiuer thou didst weare,
Or glittringe golden bowe vpon thy tendre shoulders beare.
Howbeit thy noble Quéene meanes not to leaue thee voie of fame,
Nor that thy drierie death shall couered sleape for lack of name.
Amongst all nations farre and wide, or vnreuenged be.
Thy corps that did defile with mortall wound, what euer were he:
With death deséeurd shalbe requit. Beneath on hill full hie,
The tumbe of old
Dercennus kinge raisd vp a loft doth lie,
With mightie mount of auntient
Laurent ground, an
Ilex trée
With glummish darkish shade bespreddes the same, that none may sée.
Here first this goddesse faier, with passinge speadie course doth light.
And from this hillock farre sir
Aruns aimes within her sight.
Whom when she glittringe sawe in armes, and vainlie puft with pride:
Why fliest thou hence (ꝙ she) approch, and here thy steppes do guide.
Come néere that now must die, and due desart receaue agayne
For Quéene
Camillas death, and with
Dianas shaftes yslayne,
So vile a wight so worthy a death for fact so foule must bide?
She said, and strait in
Thracian huntreswise, from by her side
A golden flight forth of her quiuer pluckes, and bow she bendes,
And drawes him deape vntill the nockes méete iust at both the endes,
And handes do equall leuell stand, and arowehead doth twight
The bowhand, and the stringe vp to her eare she drawes vp quight.
Immediatlie the singinge shaft, and whirlinge ayer doth crack.
Sir
Aruns heard at once, and shaft fast in his body stack.
Him yéeldinge vp the ghost, and fetchinge deape his finall grone:
His mates forgetfull in the field abroad do leaue a lone.
And
Opis strait with winges to loftie heauen doth take her flight.
At
Camillas deathe her souldiours were put to flight.
First at their ladies death do flie
Camillas horsmen light,
And
Rutils run amoapt, and fierce
Atinas flies apace.
And captaines all are quaild, and standardbearers forst in chace:
For rescue runne, and to the town do fast on horseback hie.
None dare the
Troians stout, that followinge after fast do flie,
With setled foote withstand, nor yet in warlyke armes resist,
But bowes vnbent on shiueringe shoulders beare with faintinge first,
And coursers with their hooues the rotten dustie fieldes do shake.
Vnto the walles and whirlwind black with tumblinge dust doth rake.
And matrones tootinge out y
e loopes their breastes there beate straitwaies
And forth a womans shritch vp to the starres in heauen they rayse.
There those that first into the open gates most swiftly prest:
The mingled enmies power in thickest routes did them molest.
Nor wofull death they do escape, but at first entrance in,
And euen within their citie walles, and when as housd they hin:
Throughgirt with speares are sleyne, some shut the gates, and do debar
Frée entrance to their mates, nor dare for life the same vnspar,
Though wofully without the gates they wayle,
Slaughtes of the
Latā nes.
a direfull death
Amongst defendauntes falles, and such in armes as yéeld their breath.
Such as were shut without before their parentes wéepinge eyes,
When cruell force constraines, some headlonge into ditches flies.
Some blinded with the dust, and giuinge spurre, and yéeldinge raigne:
Against the gates, and rampiers hard of poastes do runne amaine.
The matrones from the walles when they beheld
Camilla dead,
Their tremblinge dartes cast forth (for so their cuntrie loue them lead)
And staues of oke ystéeld, and poales of length forebrent at end,
And dare the dread of death assay, whilst they their walles defend.
Therwhiles within the woddes, an heauie messedge
Turnus frayes,
And to that valient youth a tumult great doth
Acca raise.
That
Volscans vanquisht are, and fierce
Camilla sleine in fight,
And enmies fast approchinge come, and all in batteile quight
Haue ouerthrowne, that feare vnto the citie walles doth goe.
He then enraagd (for why the power of
Ioue would haue it soe)
The hilles possest of late, and thickets sharpe doth strait forsake.
Who scarce was now come forth, and large abroad the field did take:
When lord
Aeneas to the forest wide himself doth spéede,
And hilles doth ouertrace, and from thick wooddes doth forth procéede.
So both vnto the walles in hast with all their power do flie,
And both the marchinge troupes not manie paces distant lie.
But when the smoakinge fieldes with dust
Aeneas did behold,
And marchinge bandes in batteyle ray of town
Laurentum old:
And
Turnus did from farre
Aeneas irefull countnance view,
And tramplinge of their féete, and neighinge of their horses knew:
Immediatly they had their armies ioynd, and batteyle tried,
Had not sir
Phoebus bright with purple mantell brauely died
His horses dipt in seas, and bringinge night: expulst the day.
They pitch their tentes before the towne, and trenches deape do lay.
DEO GRATIAS.
Finitum Londini, Per Thomam Twynum.
14. Iunij. ▪1573. Opus 20. Dierum plus minus, per interualla.
¶ The twelfth booke of the Aeneidos of Ʋirgil.
The Argument.
¶ When the
Latines were vanquished,
Turnus seyng all his help to be reposed in him self, contrary to the perswasion of
Latinus, and the Queenes manifolde teares: determineth to fight hande to hande with
Aeneas, and sendeth suche worde vnto him by
Idmon his messenger.
Aeneas is therwith pleased, and with solemne othes on both sides they make the league, which
Iuturna through perswasion of
Iuno in the shape of
Camertes, disturbeth. First of all,
Tolumnius the southsayer, y
t by a false shew proficied victory to his side: striketh through with a dart one of
Gilippus sunnes.
Aeneas likewise, seckyng meanes to appease the tumult: is wounded by an arow vncerten by whom it was shot, and is constrayned to leaue the battell. Which
Turnus vnderstandyng, supposing he had gotten a great occasion of good successe: maketh greate slaughter on his foes.
Venus cureth her sunne with
Dyttany of
Ida. Aeneas, amended: cōmeth agayne forth, and rescueth his mates, and namely calleth for
Turnus in fight. But
Turnus still withdrawynge him self (for
Iuturna his sister, in shape of
Metiscus the wagoner, cariyng him alwayes aside would not suffre him mecte with
Aeneas in battle) he determineth to besiedge the towne, and Ieadyng his amny nere to the walles casteth fier vp to the Turrets, and houses. Then
Amata supposing that
Turnus was slayne: through extreame sorow hangeth her self. These thynges beyng tolde vnto
Turnus by
sages seyng that he must needes fight, or suffer his confederate towne come into his enemies hands before his face: voluntarely prouoketh
Aeneas to the combat according to the tenure of the league. In which fight
Aeneas hauyng the victory, and beynge almost mooued to take compassion, and graunt life to his enemie: yet when he saw the gyrdle vpon his shoulder whiche he had taken from
Pallas, whom he had slayne before, sodenly mooued with anger: thrusteth him to the hart.
WIth daunted force, & fight vnlucky late, when quaild to bée
His
Latines stout of yore, most valient
Turnus prince did see,
Himself a marke to ech mans eies: outragious gan to boyle,
And rise in rage, much like a Lyon fierce of
Affricke soyle,
Whose breast, when as with dint of hunters speare is wounded déepe:
He then prepares himself to fight, and curled lockes doth kéepe
Crect with rage vpon his neck, the slickinge launce with pawes
Of hunters, bold he breakes, and fominge frettes with bloddie iawes.
Noneotherwise the rage of furious
Turnus forth doth breake,
And to
Latinus kinge with troubled mind he thus doth speake.
In
Turnus is no stay, why dastard
Troians should forsake
Their word there is no cause, nor yet the bargayne they did make.
I le match him sure, bringe sacrafice, our league come vnderstand.
Ether I the
Dardan lord will send to hell with this righthand:
A runaway from
Asia land, let
Latines kéepe them still,
And countries common shame with sword alone cut of I will:
Or quite he vs shall ouerthrow, and wife
Lauinia haue.
To whom with sober moode
Latinus than this answere gaue.
O most couragious youth, how much the more thou dost excéede
In valient harte: so much the more tis méete I shuld indéede
Giue graue aduise, and charely for chaunces all prouide.
Thou hast thy father
Daunus realmes, and many a towne beside
Wunne with thine hand,
Latinus welth, and courage hath likewyes.
In
Latium land and in
Laurentum soyle right large that lies:
Are many moe vnmaried dames, and not of basest line.
Now giue mée leaue the trueth in open wordes for to vntwyne.
And print it deape in mind what I herof to thée shall showe.
On eny of her auntient loues my doughter to bestowe
I was forbid, so all the goddes and men to mée haue told.
Bold yet for loue of thée, and for our kindredsake as bold,
And for our heauie spouses teares: all promise made I brake,
And from my sunne his wife, my self to wicked armes haue take.
Since which tyme,
Turnus, thou hast séene, what chauncee did eusue,
What warres, what paynes to thée as chéefe amongst the rest there grue,
Twise ouerthrowne in batteils greate scarce in the towne can kéepe
The hope of all
Italia land, and
Tybers channell déepe
Yet with our blood doth warmed rūne, and fieldes with benes looke white.
O where turne I so ofte? what madnes moues my mind so light?
If
Turnus die, and strayt for them as for my péeres I send:
Why rather do I not whilst he doth liue this quarrell end?
What will my cosins
Rutils say, what all
Italia land
If thée to death I shuld betraye (which chaunce the goddes with stand)
Which dost our doughter craue, to ioyne with vs in wedlocke land,
Reguard the doubtfull happes of warre, and do some pytie take
Vpon thine auntient sier, whom wofull warres do carefull make,
And
Ardea countrey deare, full far from hence doth now disioyne.
But
Turnus all these words cannot perswade his rage resigne,
Which euer waxeth more, and still in healing doth augment.
And when he once coulde speake, these words from out his mouth he sent.
O father deare, this care which you in my behalfe do take:
For me do lay aside, nor be so carefull for my sake.
And suffer me in stéede of prayse a famous death obtayne.
For wée our darts do throw, and swordes do draw not still in vayne.
And strength in hands wée haue, & from our woundes bloud runneth red.
Far shall his mother be, that flying him with cloud shall spred,
And in vayne flickeryng shade withdraw her self soone out of sight
But now the Quéene at nouell guise of battle much affright:
Did wéepe, and like to die, her sonne in law in armes she hent.
O
Turnus, by these teares of mine, or euer if thou were bent
Amatas honour to preserue (for hope of elder yeares
Thou art, and rest alone, and honour only which vpbeares
The state of
Latine realme, our shakned house on thée doth lie)
Graunt me this onely thing, do not with
Troyans battell trie.
For whatsoeuer chaunce thou in this battell dost sustaine:
O
Turnus I sustaine the same, and lothsome life refraine
Therwith I am determd, for sunne in law
Aeneas sée,
I neuer shall abide, and mée my self a captiue bée.
Lauinia then with teares her mothers talke did vnderstande,
With burnyng blusshyng chéekes, whom couler much had out of hand
Inflamd with heate, which vp into her face foorthwith did spred.
Like as when Iuery white by chaunce is staynd with scarlet red,
Or purple roses pure with Lilies white lie mixt in place:
Such was the virgins hue, such were the coulers in her face.
Him loue disturbeth much, and on the mayde his eyes he staies,
And burnes to battell more, and to
Amata shortly saies,
O mother, do not now with wofull teares me thus pursue.
Ne giue me cause hereby to dread that lucke shall light ascue.
Tis not in
Turnus power, if destnies will, his death to fly.
Go
Idmon, tell the
Phrygian kyng this messedge by and by
Which will not please him well, when first tomorow in welkin bright,
In purple charret drawen the mornyng cleare shall rise in sight:
His
Troyans foorth he do not lead agaynst the
Rutil bandes.
The
Troyans still do hold, and
Rutils eke their blades in handes.
In that same fight with our two blood shall ended be the stryfe,
And in that field be tride, who shall
Lauinia wed to wyfe.
When he these wordes had said, and hied him into house apace:
He calles for stéedes, and ioyes to sée them fome before his face.
Orithyia, doughter to
Erihtheus wise to
Boreas.
Which to
Pilumnus once for present gaue
Orithyia faier,
In whitenesse passinge driuen snow, in swiftnes nimble aier.
The kéepers quick there stand about, and them with handes prouoke,
With soundinge blowes on breast, and curled manes w
t cōbes do stroke.
Anon his gorget gay with gold and siluer damaskt bright,
And scarlet worke ywrought, vpon his shoulders fitteth tight.
His sword and targat next, and ruddie plumes of feathers braue.
The sword which vnto
Daunus old sumtime god
Vulcan gaue,
And fierie flaminge hot in lake of
Stix did deapely quent.
Then strait a mightie speare, that to an hugie pillar lent
Erect amid the house, with valient force in hand he tooke,
Sir
Actor of
Aruncans spoile, and fiercely foorth it shooke
Thus criynge out, O speare, whom neuer yet I cauld in vaine,
The time is come when thou with mée this brunt must néedes sustaine.
Thée mightie
Actors hand somtime, but now doth
Turnus hold.
Do graunt his carcas I may ouerthrowe in battayl bold.
And with a valient hand from of his neck his gorget teare
Of that some Cocknie
Phrygian knight, and drench in dust his heare,
And lockes with bodkins frisled fine, and moyst with Mirrhe, and oyles.
These furies forth him prick, and from his face with rage that boyles
The sparckles sprinclinge flie, and eyes with flaminge fier do glow.
Lyke as mightie Bull sendes forth his voice, and loud doth low,
When first he comes to fight, and proues his hornes in rage to whet.
And spiynge farre a trée, himself therto doth cloasly set,
And rough with stroakes prouokes the wind, and grauell flinges about.
Nolesse therwhiles in mothers armour stronge
Aeneas stout,
Himself to warre prepares, and sharpneth vp himself with ire.
And ioyes the warre with league so ended is, his great desier.
Then next his mates, and to
Iulus griefe doth comfort bringe,
Instructinge them in destnies all, and legates to the kinge
He biddes with certain answere to return, and to declare
The whole conditions of the league, what they in ordre are.
The next day risinge had the hilles with light scarce ouer spred,
When first sir
Phoebus horse forth of the sea did lift their hed,
And from their loftie nostrelles wide did blow the broad daylight:
When strait before the citie walles they measure for the fight
An equall plaine, both
Rutilmen, and
Troyans mixt a vie.
And fiers in midst they make, and altars large they build on hie,
Of earthen turues yframd, vnto th'indiffrent gods to stand.
And fast some water fetch, some cracklinge fier bringe in their hand,
In surplice white of linen clad, and temples compast round
With wreath of Veruine soote, and holly herbes togither bound.
The
Latine armie issueth forth, and bandes with dartes that fight
In clusters thick to gates do thronge, and
Troyans armie bright,
With
Tyrrhens armd in sundrie sort, with speed they forth do flie:
Nonotherwise in armour prest, then if that by and by
They shuld to battayll fierce descend, and thick in thousandes told
The captaynes scour about, in scarlet braue, and glittringe gold:
The ofspringe of
Assaracus, Mnestheus, Asylas wilde,
Messapus eke a tamer stout of stéedes,
Neptunus childe.
And when at certeyn signe into their place they hie them all:
Theyr pikes they pitch in groūd, and downe their shieldes they let to fall.
The matrones then with great desire to sée, and rascall rout,
And men vnweldie old: the turrets hie, and toppes about
Of houses do bestride, and loftie ridge of gates do clim,
And vp the walles they slyde, and couch them thick vpon the brim.
But
Iuno from a loftie hill, that now
Albanus hight,
(For then it was deuoid of name, renowme, and glorie quight,)
Lookt downe, and all the campe at length, and breadth she did behold.
And both the armies viewd, both
Latines stout, and
Troyans bold,
And
Laurent towne, and strayt to
Turnus sister gan to speake,
One Goddesse to another, that standinge lakes, and fluddes that creake
Doth ouerrule. This honour great, the kinge of heauen aboue
For maydenhode bereft. bestowed on her, in dulcet loue.
O
Nimphe,
Iunos talke to
Iuturna.
the glorie great of streames, beloued most of mée.
Thou knowest before all
Latine ladies bright, how only thée,
That to almightie
Ioues ingreatefull bed ascended haue:
I do estéeme, and willingly a place in heauen I gaue.
Now lerne thy griefe, and do not mée henceforth,
Iuturna, blame.
So farre as fortune would permit, and destnies graunt the same:
Both
Latium state, and
Turnus, and thy walles I did defend.
But now the youth with partiall fates I sée, in sight to wend.
Now fatall destnies day, and cruell force, at hand they bée,
Ne may I with mine eyes abide this fight, or league to sée.
Thou, if thou canst deuise some meanes, thy brother to aduaunce:
Assay, perhaps in time poore wretches may haue better chaunce.
Scarce had she said, but strait
Iuturna forth in teares then brake,
And thrise or fouertymes her cumlie brest with fist she strake.
This is no tyme for teares (ꝙ
Iuno then) but make some spéede,
And
Turnus saue from death, if such meanes may be made, indéede.
And do them strait to warre prouoke, and breake the league they make.
Let mée be authour of the déede, this said: she did for sake
Her doubtfull much, and troubled sore with wofull wound of mind.
Therwhiles the kinges (
Latinus with an hugie trayne assignd,
In charret drawne with fouer horse rides, whose auntient temples round
With glittringe beames of gold in numbre twelue about were bound,
The Sūnes his grandsiers badge, in charret drawne w
t two horse whight
Forth
Turnus comes, with launces twaine broad armd with iron bright.
On thother side
Aeneas, founder first of
Romane blood,
With burninge bucklar bright, and heauenlie armour stronge and good,
And next
Ascanius younge, of mightie
Rome the second hope)
Forth of their tentes procéede, a priest beséene in purest cope,
A younglinge yelt of brestled sow, and twynlinge shéepe vntwight
Bringes forth, and hales the beastes vnto the altars burninge bright.
They turninge then their faces forth vnto the risinge sunne:
Do sprincle bran and salt about, the scissers round do runne
About the temples of the beastes, and wyne on altars lay.
Then lord
Aeneas with his fauchon bright forthdrawne: doth pray.
Beare witnesse of my prayer, O Sunne, and thou
Italia land,
For whose alonly sake these trauayles great I tooke in hand.
And thou almightie
Ioue, and thou nolesse, O
Iuno bright,
More gentle goddesse now I trust, and
Mars of warlyke might,
Who as it séemes most best to thée, all maner warres dost guide.
You Springes and Riuers eke I call, and what soeuer doth bide
Relligious due to heauens aboue, or blueish sea belowe.
The conditions of y
e truce.
If that on
Turnus happie luck the conquest do bestowe:
Tis méete that to
Euanders towne we conquered goe agayne.
Iulus shall depart the realme, and from all warre refrayne
The vanquisht
Troians shall henceforth, nor armes herafter take,
Nor yet molest this land with warre, that they shall hap to make.
But if through force of armes to vs the conquest lotted bée,
As so I hope it shall, and Gods vs graunt the same to sée:
I neuer shall
Italians force the
Troyans to obey.
Nor do I séeke to be their kinge, but this, that iointly they,
Vnuanquisht nations may in euerlastinge league abide.
Myself will goddes, and reliques tende,
Latinus warres shall guide,
My father inlawe his woonted crowne shall weare, my mates, they shall
Build vp a towne for mée, and by
Lauinias name it cal.
Thus spake
Aeneas first, then followed next
Latinus old.
His eyes to heauen he castes, and both handes to the starres doth hold.
Aeneas, by the same both land, and sea, and starres I sweare,
And by
Latonas impes,
The Sun, and Moone are
Latonas children.
and
Ianus that two browes doth beare,
And power of goddes infernall grimme, and cruell
Plutoes seates.
Let
Ioue heare that, that breakers false of leagues with thundre beates.
I touch the altars here, and fiers that stand before vs all,
And all the heauenlie powers, herof for recorde I do call:
No day shall once this peace disturbe, or concord frustrate make,
Howeuer the case do fall, nor cause mee willinge it forsake.
Not though the land into the sea he threw, and drencht vs all,
Or shuld enforce the loftie heauen in
Lymbo low to fall.
Like as this Mace (for in his hand by chaunce a mace he had)
Gréene leafe shall neuer burgein more, nor spray, nor pleasaunt shad,
Since first in wooddes it grew, and from the stock was cut away.
Now roote it lackes, the knife did cause both leafe, and braunch decay,
Somtime a trée, howbeit the workmans hand, the same in gold
Hath now incloasd, and geuen it to the
Latine kinges to hold.
With suchlike wordes, amonge thēselues their leagues they stablish sure
Amid the rout of all the lordes, the beastes then sacred pure,
Within the flaminge fiers they slay, and from them spraulinge quicke:
Their tremblinge entrayles take, and altars heape with launces thicke.
But now to
Rutil crue this match right much vnméete doth séeme.
And now with waueringe mindes in sort perplext herof they déeme.
But cheifly when more neare their farre vnequall strength they view.
His secret walkinges forth augmentes the same, his eyes he threw
Theimage of one in feare.
Vpon the ground whilst he in sacringe was, his heauie chéere,
His hollow chéekes, and palenesse in his face that doth appéere.
This talke when sad
Iuturna saw, now more and more encrease,
The common peoples hartes now quailinge from this league to cease:
Into the thickest thronges, and semblant of
Camertes face,
Whose stock right noble was of graundsiers old, and fathers race,
And name with vertue fraught, himself in armes of valient might,
Into the thickest rankes she comes, enformd of all aright,
And sundrie rumours forth she blabbes, and bablinge thus doth say,
Ist not shame, O
Rutils, thinges of such great waight to lay
Vpon the lyfe of one? are not in numbre wée, or might
Their matches? loe the
Troyans all, and
Archades in sight
Here scand, the fatall armie, and
Hetruria
Turnus foe.
Scarce haue they man for man, if them against in fight we goe.
He to the goddes aboue before whose altars now he prayes:
By flickringe fame shall flie, and liue in mouth of man alwayes,
But wée with losse of natiue soyle, proud lordes for to obay
Shalbe constraind, and lingringe now here in the fieldes we stay.
With suchlike wordes the souldiours mindes with rage she kindleth sore,
And murmour great through out the field encreaseth more, and more.
The
Laurent peoples mindes are changd, and
Latines hartes likewise.
And those that late for truce from warre, and saulftie did deuise:
Wish now for armes, & couenantes all full faine would frustrate make,
And on kinge
Turnus ruthfull case compassion great do take.
To this a greater thinge
Iuturna ioynes, from heauen on hie
A signe she downe doth send, that nothinge could be found, wherbie
A false token frone aboue.
Th'
Italians mindes might more be mooud, or more with monsters guile.
For why, the bird of mightie
Ioue aloft on winge did toyle
Amid the ayer, and fierce a shole of foules she did pursue,
And twigginge forth a pace fast on her flight the Egle flue.
When soodenly she stoopt downe to the streame, and sousinge feld
A noble Swan to ground, and gripinge fast in talantes held.
Th'
Italians thick their mindes herat erect, then all the rout
Of foules from flight with noyse returne (a straunge sight out of dout)
And heauen with winges they do obscure, and thick a cloud they make,
And on their foe they fiercely set, and round the ayer they shake.
And still so sore they him assault: till vanquisht with their might,
For want of force he faintes, the pray out of his foote he quight
Lets falle in to the streame, and away to skies doth take his flight.
This warninge of the goddes the
Rutils then with shout accept,
And strait their handes prepare to fight, and forth
Tolumnius lept
A prophet proud that was, and first this, this (ꝙ he) and cries,
Tis longe for which I lookt, and with my self I did deuise.
I both acknowledge, and embrace the power of goddes, come all
O
Rutils, and with mée your captayne strait to battayle fall.
Whō this vile straūger wretch in warre like hartlesse byrdes doth feare,
And all your shoare alonge with wofull sword, and fier doth teare:
Anon shall flie apace, and to salt seas himself betake.
Do you with one consent your rankes strait thick in ordre make,
And your forlorne kinge by warlyke prowes séeke to defend.
A soodeine tumult.
He said, and runninge forth his dart against his foes doth bend.
Forth flies the whistlinge Cornell dart, and ayer doth certen part.
Wherwith a clamour huge doth rise, the bandes with feare do start,
And stout couragious hartes through tumult great wax fiery wood.
This whirlinge dart nine bodies fayer of brethren, where they stood
Bychaunce direct against, (whom faithfull spouse, a
Tuscan bred:
Vnto
Archadian, Gilippe bare of yore that her did wed)
And one of them strake in the midst, whereas his belt did sit,
And now away is torne, where fast the buckle holdes thonge in bit.
A noble youth of beutie braue, in glittringe armour stronge,
And smit him through the ribbes, and laid him downe the sand alonge.
Then strait the valient brothers band with greife accenst in ire:
Some drawe their naked swordes, and some theyr sturdye darts require.
And forth they headlonge blyndly runne, and
Laurent bandes anone
On tother side do fast approch, and
Troyans many an one
In rankes right thick forth flowe,
Agillini, and
Archads braue,
And all this only lust, to trie with dint of sword they haue.
The altars downe they driue, a tempest sore of wepons flies,
A troublous sturdie storme of iron and stéele obscures the skies.
The
Latines strait snatch vp the Boules, and Censers burninge bright.
Latinus takes with goddes repulst and foiled league, his flight.
Some stéedes from charrets do discharge, and mount on horses hie,
And with sharpe drawne swordes hent in hand forthwith do hast thē nie.
Messapus there,
Aulestes kinge, that princely crowne did beare
Of
Tyrrhens all, that passinge greadye was the league to teare:
With courser stout doth ouerthrowe, who yéeldinge back, doth fall,
And (wretch) against the altars that behind him stoode withall
Both head, and shoulders smites,
Messapus fierce strait thither flies,
And with his launce much like a beame whilst there
Aulestes cries,
And suppliant sues for life: from loftie palfrey woundes him sore,
And thus he speakes: That sure is thine, this sacrafice before
The Gods of greater valew is, then that was slayne of yore.
Th'
Italians thither ran, and spoyles from carcas pantyng raught.
Sir
Chorineus a flamyng brond from of the aultar caught,
And to
Ebusus cumming fast, whilst he prepaard to fight:
Into his face the bronde he forst, his huge beard brent a light,
And swealed causd a stinke, he followeth still, and by the lockes
With lefthand held his foe, whom roslyng and amazde, he knockes
Against the ground, and with his knée constraynes him there to lie,
And with his Fauchon strikes him in the side. Then by and by
Sir
Alsus that a sheapheard was, and fierce in voward fought:
With naked sworde in hand, fast followes
Podalirius stoute,
And large him lies vpon, whom
Alsus with his sharpned axe
Raughtbacke, frō brow to chinne w
t sturdie stroke right cleauing packs.
Downe strait he falles, & armour large with goarebloud doth embrue.
Vnto his eies doth bitter rest, and deadly sléepe ensue,
With aie continuyng night, and neuer more the day to viewe.
But lorde
Aeneas vp his righthand held vnarmed quite,
With open head, and to his mates he cried withall his might.
Whether run you sirs? what discord great doth thus your minds inuade?
O stay your rage, the couenants all are drawne, and league is made.
And I alonly lotted am Kyng
Turnus to assay,
Let mée therewith alone, and all your feare expell away.
With this righthand the league I stablish shall, and firmely tie,
For by this sacrafice is
Turnus due to mée to die.
Amid this tale, and when these wordes scarce yet were spoke all:
Aeneas is wounded with an arowe.
Beholde a singyng shaft, with fluttryng feathers downe doth fall,
Vncerten by whose hand forth shot, or by what force forth throwne,
Or what chaūce
Rutils prayse hath brought, or els what God, vnknowne
The glorie of so worthie déede lies hid in secret still,
And no man for
Aeneas wound himself be praised will.
When
Turnus saw forth of the fight
Aeneas to depart,
His captaynes much dismayd: with sode in hope doth fierce forthstart,
For stéedes and tooles he calles, and proud by leapyng mountes on hie
Into his charret swift, and with his handes the raygnes doth wrie.
Full many a worthy man to death forth flying mad doth send,
And many he leaues fordead, some crusht with whéeles he bringes to end,
Or els in fight with dartes forth flunge doth strike them in the back.
Like as when blouddy
Mars, in rage pricktforth doth make to crack
The streames of
Hebrus colde, and with his bucklar them doth tire,
And now to battayle prest sendes forth his stéedes incenst with ire.
They in the open playnes more swift then winde, their way do take,
And with their stampyng féete the vtmost coast of
Thracia shake,
And rounde about dame
Dreads right dririe looke, and
Angers face,
With
Treason ioyntly ioynd, the trayne of
Mars, the lande do trace.
Such one then
Turnus quicke in thickst of throngs, his smoaking stéedes
Hotgoth, and (wofull case) at enmies death vauntes in his déedes.
The swift horshooue a blouddy dew about doth sprinkle rounde,
And stampes the goary bloud like morter mixt with sandie grounde.
And now he
Sthenelus throwes, and
Thameris, and
Phole to death,
Him méetyng, and with him, him farre, farre both he réeues of breath.
Imbrasus sunnes
Glaucus, and
Lades, whom
Imbrasus olde
In
Lycia fostred vp, and with like armour them did bolde,
In fight at hande to trie, or flight on horse the windes to win.
On th'otherside
Eumedes forth flies fast, thickst throngs within,
Right noble
Dolons impe, in feates of armes a doughtie knight,
Like graundsier in his name, in hart and hand his father right.
Who once for that to
Greekish tentes a spie he should be sent:
Achilles charret craaud to haue for paynes in trauayle spent.
Howbeit
Tytides gaue him other hire for ventred payne,
Twas not his chaunce vnto
Achilles horses to attayne.
Whom
Turnus when from far in open field did once espie,
When first him had pursued with dartes right light that fast did flie:
His coupled horse he stayes, and from his charret downe descendes,
And to him dead almost, and throwne to grounde he quickly tendes.
His foote on necke he sets, with righthand forth his blade he drew,
And déepely died it in his throate, and forth these wordes he threw.
Loe here the fieldes, and which in warre proude
Troian thou hast sought:
Italia measure liyng now, such recompence is wrought
To such as mée to war prouoke, so walles they do erect.
Next him he
Brutes laies, at whom a launce he did direct.
Then
Cloreus stoute of limme,
Sibaris valient wight of hand,
Daretus and
Thersiloch fierce, that stiffe did him withstand.
Tymoetus eke that on his neck from coltish iade downe fell.
And as the northern
Thracie wynde (in semblantwise to tell)
When forth it bloustringe blowes; and deape
Aegeum sea doth raise,
The billowes forth do roule, and to the shoare do take their wayes
As whirlinge windes do driue, the cloudes flit fast in heauen on hie:
So
Turnus where he takes his course the thronges fast thence do flie,
And headlonge troupes retire, a courage fierce him forth doth prick,
The waueringe ayer his plumes beares back that in his creast do stick.
This peartnes
Phegeus might not bide, nor pride of stomake bold.
But to his charret steppes, and some raignes in hand doth hold
Of swift forth runninge stéedes, and turnes their heades another way.
Whilst thus he forth is drawne, and on their manes doth hanginge stay:
A mightie launce forth flunge him groouelinge to the ground doth cast,
And armour double lynd with plate through gorget thick doth brast,
And pearcinge to the quick, the vpmost skinne with smale wound rast.
But he with bucklar bent before his breast makes at his loe,
And sharpe sword drawne in hand for more assurance, forth doth goe,
Whom one the charret wheeles downe dinges, and axle swift in flight
Throwes to the ground, and
Turnus followinge, soone doth downe alight,
And twixt the gorget brim, and space wheras the helmet standes:
His head he smites away, and leaues the corps vpō the sandes.
These bloodie slaughters fierce in field, whilst
Turnus conquerours wrought:
Therwhiles
Mnestheus with trustie
Achates, both
Aeneas brought
Still bléedinge to his tent, with younge
Ascanius by his side,
And leaninge to a launce with limpinge pace doth slowly stride.
He frettes, and forcinge striues the shaft, and head forth whole to halle,
And askes their best aduice, and faine would know their iudgmentes all,
Where it were best the wound wide ope to launce, and arrow hid
To cut quite out the flesh that so to warre returne they did.
And now
Iapis came, to
Phoebus deare the rest aboue,
Iasus sunne, with whom surpriso somtime in feruent loue:
Apollo gladly gaue him giftes his artes that he shuld know
Physick with out honour in the field, where the destruction not the health of men is sought.
In thinges to come, in Musick swéete, in skill of shaftes and bow.
But he, wherby he might prolonge his bedred fathers dayes:
Chose rather skill in power of herbes, and Phisickes noble praise,
And such like knowledge dumb deuoid of honour, to frequent.
Aeneas chaufinge stoode, and to a mightie launce him lent,
And youth a troupe about him thick, and sad
Iule his sunne.
He at their teares vnmooued standes, as erst he had begunne.
Then auntient leach
Iapis, girdes an apronne him before
Right Surgeonlike, and forth he fettes his oyles, and salues in store.
And eft he tries the powers of herbes, which him sir
Phoebus tought,
And tremblinge sundrie thinges applies, but all (god wote) for nought.
And eft the stickinge arowhead with hande he doth assay,
With nippers eke sumtime, from out the bones to drawe away.
But fortune will no way assigne,
Apollo doth no good.
And now the rage within the field still growinge wareth wook,
And fierce doth more arise, and now the mischief is at hand,
And all the ayer aboue with smokinge dust full thick doth stand.
The horsmen néere approche, and dartes fast on the tentes do fall.
A wofull showte of Souldiours to the heauens flies vp withall,
Of some that fierce do fight,
Venus cureth her sunne.
and some in warre that now be slaine.
But
Venus much appauld at this her sunnes vnworthie paine:
Gréene
Ditainie from
Ida sacred mount in
Créet she bringes,
The stalke with tēdre leaues, and purple flowers full fresh that springes.
An hearbe to Roebuckes wild, and beastes not tame right welbeknowne,
When as their backes sticke full of dartes, y
• hunters thick haue throwne.
Dysguyso in cloud obscure the same Dame
Venus thyther bringes,
And into water vessels bright it secretly she flinges,
And makes therof Infusion large, the vertue forth to take.
And of
Ambrosias holesome iuce therte doth sprynclinge shake,
Wherto she addes the fragrant sappe that
Panax soote doth make.
Anon the wound with this by chaunce
Iapis auntient, baynes,
Vnwares herof, and loe in soode in sort, flye all the paynes
From out hys bodie quyte away, the blood was staunched strayght,
And gently followes forth the shaft with handes alonly wayght,
And by and by his former strength returnes to euerie lym.
Then quickly fetch his armour stronge (
Iapis calles) for him,
Why stand you still? and first doth him incense agaynst his foes.
Not by mans helpe (
Iapis cries) thys cure thus forward goes,
Tis not,
Aeneas, my righthand, that thée thus saufe preserues,
A greater god it is that thée to greater déedes reserues.
He greedie then of fight his legges in golden armour tyes
On euerie side, all lets he hates, then for his speare he cries.
And when he fitted was of shield, and armd in euerye place:
All complete as he stoode,
Ascanlus younge he doth embrace,
And vp his beuer lyft, and fwéetly kessinge, thus he spake.
A farthers exhortation to the child.
Learne courage shout of mée, my child, and perfect paynes to take,
Of others happie chaunce to haue, this righthand shall defend
Thée in this warre, and after this to greater honours send.
And sée that thée, when riper yéeres haue made a perfect man:
Thine auncetours most famous factes in mynd thou carie than,
Let fier
Aeneas, and thine vnckle
Hector thée incyte.
When he these wordes had spoke, forth of the doores he walked right,
Of mightie lim, and in his hand an hugie launce he bare.
Then
Antheus and
Mnestheus both, with thronginge troupes forth fare.
And all the rout runnes forth, and tentes alone they leaue vnkept.
A smoultringe smoakinge dust, a longe the campe with féet is swept.
And all the ground about with weyght of steppes then treblinge lept.
Then
Turnus saw him marchinge towardes fast with great aray.
Th'
Italians all beheld the same, and through theyr bones staytway
A soodeyn shiueringe ran,
Iuturna first of
Latines side,
Perceaud and knew the noyse, and sore affright away she hide.
He flies him forth in open field, his hoast he leades apace.
Much lyke a bloustrynge storme, that from the sea to land doth trace,
When droppinge cloudes dissolued fall, then husbandmen do wringe,
When longe before (alas) they sée what harmes tis like to brynge.
For downe it throwes the trees to ground, and corne it layes alonge,
And althinge swéepes to earth, the windes before to shoares do thronge,
And crackynge ratlinge sound do make, as ruffe they huffe about:
Euen so his bandes agaynst his foes the
Troyan captayne stout
Leades forth, and they themselues in wedges thick do flockinge throw.
There
Thymbres with his sword
Osirius lent a deadly blow.
Syr
Mnestheus then
Archetius flew,
Achates dyd behead
Syr
Epulo, and
Gias sharpe sir
Vfens left for dead.
Ill counsell, worst to the counseller.
Then falles
Tolumnius calcar slayn to ground, that first in hast,
And furious frantyke moode his dart against his foes dyd cast.
A yellinge shoute then to the heauens they throw, and all affright
The vanquisht
Rutils turne theyr dustye backes in sodeyn flyght.
But he none daynes such as he méetes with all, on ground to throw,
On horseback none nor to inuade, nor yet on foote below
Such as dartes flinginge follow after fast, but he alone
In mydst of all the dustie myst, and thick thronges euerie one:
For
Turnus séekes about, and him in combat doth require.
Iuturna then
Virago fierce, whose mind was set on fire
With pantinge dread, her brother
Turnus wagoner, that hight
Metiscus downe from out his place, and charge she tumbleth quight.
And from the Summer farre away she leaues him on the ground,
And vp shée leapes, and lithie raignes with hand she turneth rownd,
Resemblinge shape, and voice, and armour of
Metiscus stout.
Like as the swallow black, that statelie courtes doth flie about
Of lordes, and princes great, and loftie buildinges largly tries,
And for her pratlinge younge doth féedinge séeke on gnats, or flies,
Sumtime in entries wide, sumtime about déepe slandinge lakes,
With tendre houeringe winges her skirringe flight swift forward takes:
So doth
Iuturna through the thickst of foes her horses béete,
And euerie place about with fliynge charret swift doth méete.
Sumetime her brother here, and sumtime there doth vauntinge show
In quarters farre and néere, nor lettes him giue nor take a blow.
No lesse
Aeneas séekes with him to méete through crooked waies,
And through his thickst as
[...]nned hoast, and quailed
Latine rayes,
And loud him calles by name so oft as him he hath in sight.
And looke how oft he ment him to pursue with horses light:
So oft
Iuturna strait the charret stéedes away doth turne.
Alas, what shuld he do? his hart in vaine with rage doth burne,
His pensiue mind is much distract with diuerse doubtfull cares.
Messapus then that in his hand by chaunce, as hapt, that bares
Two lithie quiueringe dartes, well tipt with stéele, full swift of flight:
The one he shakinge holdes, and forth it flinges with leuell right.
Still standes
Aeneas, and strait to his shield him self doth fit
Downe stoupinge low, howbeit the fliynge darth, his helmet smit,
And downe his lustie plume of from his creast to ground it threw.
Then strait his rage arose, and courage great by Treason grew,
When stéedes he sawe were turnd awrie, and charret back was raught:
Then
Ioue, and altars all of broken league he there besaught.
At last he thronges into the thickst, and there in luckie fight
Right dreadfull blooddie slaughter makes, he spareth none in fight,
And all incenst with ire, vnto his rage he gaine the raygnes.
What god to mée will now at large this pine, and wofull paines,
And sundrie slaughters sore, and death of dukes in verse vnfold,
That were by
Turnus made in course, and
Troyan captayn bolde
With such fell force these nations stout, O
Ioue, was it thy will
They thus shuld méete that shuld hereafter liue in concord still:
Aeneas pa
[...] not longe but
Sucro Rutil, out of hand,
(That only stroke did cause the fliynge
Troyans still to stand)
He strake into the side, and where most spéede of death doth rest:
Betwéene the short ribbes déepe his sword he draue into his brest.
Then
Turnus, turnes
Amycus downe, and
Diore by his side,
Two
Troyan brothers déere, and forth on foote to them doth stride.
And at
Amycus when he gan approch, a dart he threw.
Diores with his sword he strake bright glittringe which he drew,
And both their heades he cut from corps, and blooddie sprinclinge yet:
Vpon his charret top, with egre moode aloft he set.
Aeneas Tale and
Tanais slaies, and next
Cothegus stronge,
All thrée at one assault, and sad
Onytes liues not longe,
Of
Thebans auntient stock, and of
Peridia mother déere.
Then
Turnus brothers sent from
Lycia farre to
Troy yféere,
Menaetes eke
Archadian youth, that warre did feare in vayne,
And neare to
Lerna fishie brinckes an handiecraft did traine.
A simple house that kept and princes welth did neuer knowe,
His father hired had a litle land, and that did sowe.
And like as flaminge fiers, that kindled are in diuerse wayes
The Iustie courage of
Aeneas and
Turnus.
In drye and cracklinge woodes, or on the boughes of ratlinge Eayes.
Or when the swift, and fominge streames from loftie hilles that fall,
A raginge roaringe raise, and forth to sea they runne withall,
Ech findeth out his way, and downe they driue whatso withstandes:
No sloer forth
Aeneas flies, and
Turnus stout of handes,
And both within the battayl byde, now now they fret with in,
Theyr breastes w
t courage brast, whose valient hartes no force can win.
And now to wound echother sore they méete with deadlye foode.
Aeneas there,
Murrhanus proud of graundsiers great that stoode,
And antique names of noble Belsiers old was woont to showe,
And
Pedigrues farre fet from all the
Latine kinges arowe:
He réeues downe with a rocke, the stonie tempest layes him lowe,
And vnder horses féet and charret flinges, the whirlinge whéele
Him prostrate ouerrunnes, and eft with stampe of shoe of stéele:
The swift forth flinginge hoofe with mightie poyse oft striketh hard,
And of theyr master throwne to ground the stéedes take no reguard.
Then
Turnus with sir
Hilus méetes that headlonge runninge ran,
And through his temples armd with gold his dart he forced than,
The dart soone through the helmet flies, and strait in braines it stéeke
[...]
No not thy hand stout
Cretes, valienst most of all the
Greekes
From
Turnus could acquight, nor yet
Cupentus Gods him saue,
When once
Aeneas cam in place, but soone his brest he gaue
Direct against
Aeneas launce, the speare on him doth fall,
Nought to the séely wretch his brasen shield preuayld at all.
And thee likewise, sir
Aeolus, Laurentum fieldes did sée
Quite ouerthrowne, and flatly prostrate on the grounde to bée.
There now thou liest, whom
Graetian hoast, could neuer ouerthrow,
Nor yet
Achilles fierce, that
Priams kyngdom layd full low.
This was thy time of death prefixt, nigh
Ida thou wast borne,
In
Lyrnesse didst thou dwell, in
Laurent fields thou liest forlorne,
And now the armies all were bent, all whole the
Latine rout,
And all the
Troian crue,
Mnestheus, and sir
Serestus stout.
Messapus eke a tamer good of stéedes,
Asylas stronge,
And
Tuscan rankes, and old
Euanders swift
Archadian thronge,
Eche man now for himself withall his might there doth his best.
No stay, nor rest, to cruell fight ech man is ready prest.
There, to
Aeneas then his mother faier this mynd did send,
That to the citie walles with spéede he shuld his armie bend,
And with a soodein mischeif all the
Latines hartes affright.
Then as for
Turnus round about the hoast he cast his sight:
The towne he there beholdes deuoid of warre, to stand at rest,
A greater shape of warre right then doth kindle in his brest.
For
Mnestheus and
Sergestus strait he calles, and
Serest stronge;
His valient captaynes all, and all the heape of
Troian thronge
Togither runnes, he takes an hill, their shieldes, nor weapons thay
Lay not aside, he in the midst aloft, thus gan to say.
Let be no stay at that I bid,
Ioue on our side doth stand,
And soodeyn though I charge, let none it slackly take in hand.
This towne the cause of all the warre, and kinge
Latinus land,
Vnlesse they do submit themselues, and graunt for to obay:
Ile surely sack, and race vnto the ground this present day.
Forsooth shall I attend till
Turnus please with mée to fight?
And then agayne his leasure wayt, when he is vanquisht quight?
This Towne is chéefest cause, my mates, and head of all the sore.
Goe fet me fier atonce, and do the league with flame restore.
He said, and strayt with one consent a warlike wedge they make,
The towne assalted.
And thick vnto the walles in clustringe thronges they forth to rake.
The ladders soodenly appéere, and firebrondes burninge bright.
Sum runne vnto the gates, and whom they méete they stay downeright.
Sum flinge foorth dartes, and welkin hie with weapons do obscure.
Aeneas there amongst the first his righthand holdes vp pure
Vnto the walles, and much in wordes doth blame
Latinus kinge,
And Gods to record calles, that they to warre againe him bringe.
That twise
Italians waxt his soes, and brake their couenants twise.
Then strait amonge the citizens a discord great doth rise.
Sum bid vnlocke the towne, and open wide the gates to set
To call the
Troians in, and kinge
Aeneas in to set.
Sum armour take, and still persist the walles for to defend.
Like as a swarm of Bées that in an hollow
Pumice pend,
A shepheard when by chaunce hath founde, and bitter smooke applies:
They fearefull then within, about through waxen castles flies,
And with hot hummyng sounde themselues to angre do prouoke.
Out flies from forth their hole apace in heapes, the filthie smoke,
The hollow caue beneath with noyse confuesd doth rumblyng sound,
And into open ayer abroad at last doth brim rebound.
To
Latines ouer this befell a misaduenture great,
That all the wofull towne with teares, and sorow did repleat.
For when the Quéene beheld the foe to drawe the citie nie,
The walles to burn, and vp to loftie houses fier to flie,
No power of
Rutils neare at hand, nor
Turnus to resist:
Vnhappie dame, that
Turnus had bin slayne in fight shée wist.
And mated much in mynd with gréeuous feare, shée cries, alas,
That of these mischiefes all herself the cause, and worker was.
And all with ruthfull rage incenst, shee blabbes forth many tales,
And diyngeripe with nayles her purple robes in ragges shée hales.
Amata hangeth herself
Then on a beame with in the pallayce hée a cord she fies,
And hanges herself theron, and (fie for shame) there so she dies.
Which wofull chaunce, when once the
Latine women vnderstoode,
And first
Lauinio bright her daughter deere: as franticke wood
Her golden lockes she rent, and roset chéekes with nayles she tare,
And all the rout in semblantwise right frantickly do fare.
The houses nie with noyse resounde, and all the towne about
This wofull faine doth flickryng fléete within and eke without.
Their courage they let fall, his princely robes
Latinus rentes,
His hoarie head (good man) and auntient beard with durt besprentes,
Amazed at his ladies death, and at the cities fall.
And much himself he blames, that he before did neuer call
Aeneas to him prince of
Troy, his sunne in law to bée.
Therwhiles lorde
Turnus warriar stout, in open field doth sée
A few poore scattred souldiours, whom he slowly doth pursue.
For now his horses he with courage lesse to runne doth view.
There to his eares a doubtfull noyse the whirlyng aier then braught.
He listnyng stoode, and with attentife eare the sounde he raught
Of
Laurent sacked towne, and of their pitious clamour thoe.
Alas, why is the citie thus dismaid with gréeuous woe?
Or what great outcrie is the same, that doth the citie rayse?
He sayd, and therwith welnigh mad, the charret raygnes he stayes.
To whom his sister then, as she
Metiscus countnance bare,
And of his runnyng charret raygnes, and stéedes had tane the care:
With such like wordes replies. Nay rather let vs follow now
The
Troians Turnus here, where conquest ginnes on vs to bowe.
There others are that with their handes the citie will defend.
Aeneas on
Italians sets, and cruell force doth bend.
Let vs likewise with slaughter vile the
Troians make to smart,
So thou with equall numbre slayne, and honour shalt depart.
Wherto thus answered
Turnus then.
O sister déere, I knew ere this how thou by subtile slight,
The league didst ouerthrow, and threwst thy self into this fight.
And now in vayne thou séekst mée to deceaue, O Goddesse pure.
But who from heauen thée downe to come, such trauayles to endure
Requested, such aduentures wilde to bide, and vncoutrould?
Was it bycause thy brothers wretched death thou wouldst behold?
For whereabout now do I goe? what chaunce may me betide,
That to my rent, and torne estate some succour may prouide?
My self
Murrhanus saw of late that me by name did call,
Who whilst he liued was to me the best belooued of all,
Of limnie a mightie man, and slayne likewise with mightie wound.
Vnhappy
Vfens, eke lest he our shame should see, on ground
Now dead he lies, the
Troians both his corps, and armes enioy.
The houses spoyld (that mischeif yet remaynd, and great anoy)
Shall I abide to sée? and
Drances woordes not prooue vntrue?
And shall this ground faintharted dastard
Turnus flying viewe?
Deepe desperation.
Is it so vile a thyng to die? O hellish hegges belowe
Come help I pray, for heauenly powers no sauour mée will showe.
To you my soule deuoid of such a crime, shall downe descend,
No deale inferiour to the graundsiers great of all my kend.
Scarce had he said, when loe sir
Sages lockt on fominge stéede,
Flies through the thickest foes, whose face deepe wounded sore did bléede
With dint of arrowe fallinge swift, and thus he criynge spake.
Turnus in thée is all our hope, on thine some pitie take.
Aeneas rageth now in armes, and threates he will confound
The turrets of
Italia land, and citie burne to ground.
And now the fier to houses flies, the
Rutils bend their eyes
On thée, and all the séely
Latines sure do so likewyse.
Latinus kinge is much in doubt, and murmour great doth make,
Whom he may call his sunne in lawe, or what league he may take.
And ouer this, the Quéene most true to thée, her death hath wrought
With her owne cruell hand, and light of life estéemd at nought.
Before the gates
Messapus stronge, ioynt with
Atinas stout:
Alone susteyne the force, and all the rankes them round about
Do stand full thick, and iron thronges of dartes do daunt their face,
And thou thy charret here alone in desert fieldes dost trace.
Then
Turnus at the diuerse shape of thinges astunned staid,
And downe his eyes he kest to ground, and whustinge nothinge said.
And there atonce great greife and shame his heauie hart doth freat
Déepe lodgd within, and madnes mixt in breast with sorow great,
And loue incenst with rage, and priuie touch of enmies might.
But when from mind he darknes draue, and brought againe the light:
His flaminge eyes with ire vnto
Laurentum walles he rold,
And from his charret hie the goodlie towne he did behold:
When loe the flashinge flames aloft the battelmentes had caught
Of
Turnus noble tower, and vp to heauen they cracklinge raught.
A tower stronge, made of wood, the prince himself had built alone,
And choules had vnderlayd, and ladders made to mount theron.
Ah sister (then ꝙ he) my death drawes neare hold thée content,
Where goddes, and spitefull fortune call, to followe I full am bent,
And with
Aeneas hand to hand to méete, and what our payne
Augmenteth els with losse of lothsome life: that to sustayne.
And, sister, after this thou shalt not sée me play the part
Of cowarde knight, but giue me licence now with all my hart
I thée beséech, before my finall rage, to rage a while.
He sayd, and as his desperate mind with inward wrath did boyle:
From charret downe into the open fieldes his leape he takes,
And forth through foes he thronges, his sorowfull sister there forsakes.
And through the thickst of all the hoast holdes on his frantique pace,
And on ech side the ray of enmies rankes he doth displace.
Like as a rocke that from a loftie mount doth headlonge fall,
Enforst with rage of wind, or els with shoures, and water gall.
Or when longe yéeres with auntient tract of time the hold did lose
The hugie hill falles downe with woundrous force, and away it goes,
And proudly springes on ground, and wooddes, and beastes, and mē, & all
Before him tumblinge turnes, and roulinge runnes forth like a ball.
So through his vanquisht hoast forth
Turnus mad in hast doth flie
Where all the ground about with blood doth deepely drenched lie,
And whirlinge deadlie dartes in th'ayer aboue do make a cloud.
He beckens with his hand, and with his mouth thus cries aloud.
Stay stay O
Rutils now, and
Latines hold your handes, no more.
What euer chaunce befall, tis due to mée though it goe sore.
Tis méeter I the broken league with smart deseru'd shuld bie,
And in your stéed myself a lone with blade the quarrell trie.
They strayt withdrewe thēselues, and wide roomth made him by & by.
But lord
Aeneas, Turnus name whence once in eare he tooke:
The sturdie citie walles, and loftie towers anon forsooke.
And lingringe layes aside, and all attemptes leaues out of hand,
And leapes for ioy, and thundrynge there doth great in armour stand:
As much as
Athos mount, or
Eryx hill, or rough with wood,
And whom with snowie toppe all yéere to stand it doth much good
Hie auntient
Appeninus hill, that to the cloudes doth rise.
Then
Rutils all, and
Troyans all do bend their héedfull eies.
And all Th'
Italian troupes likewise, both those the walles on hie
That kéepe, and those with enginnes great to breake the walles that plie▪
And armour downe from shoulders lay.
Latinus mazed standes,
When such two mightie men he sées of limme, so stout of handes,
In places so farre distant borne méete there with so great might,
And fully bent their force to trie in single handed fight.
Then they when first in emptie field ech other gan to viewe:
With trauerse swift about, ech one his dart at other threwe.
Then strait to hand they come, theyr swordes and targates méetinge dash.
There might you heare the groūd to grone, their blades w
t blowes do clash
Thickedubled fet, good chaunce, and prowis togither in one are mixt.
And like as when contention falles two mightie Bulles betwixt,
On toppe of hugie
Syla mount, or hille
Tabernus hie,
That for dominion euermore, and mastershippe do trie:
With hornes they do inuade, the fearfull kéepers stand a side,
And all the flockinge heard about déepe silent doth abide,
The hefers mumblinge soft do make, who now shall rule the roast,
And whom the heard shall followe, as they do féede about the coast.
They with all force, with mortall wounde ech other séekes to smight,
And with their perlous crooked hornes alone is all their fight.
Their foule black reakinge blood, with channell large doth fall to ground,
And necke & shoulders bathes, with bellowinge bloud the wood doth soūd.
None otherwyse
Aeneas fierce, and stout lord
Daunius méete
With targates redie bent, and round the ayer with noyse repléete.
Then
Iupiter in heauen aboue in equall balaunce wayghes
Theyr destnies both, and from his sentence graue a whyle he staies.
And vnto ether diuerse chaunce alottes, who shall endure
Moe trauailes hard, and who the present death to die is sure.
There
Turnus vauntes himself and well he hopes, with all his might
A sturdie blowe he fettes, and on his toes he rises right.
The stroake lightes home, the
Troyans shout, the
Latines shake for feare,
And both the armies roundabout amazd stand gapinge there.
But loe, the false and brittle sword is broken, and at that blowe
His Maister quite deceaud,
Turnus sword bro
[...] in peeces.
and abroade in sliuers small it flowe.
And quite vndoone he was, had not he tane himself to flight.
Thence fast he flies more swift then wind, and sées there in his sight
A straunge sword hilt, his stout righthand likewyse of weapon voyd.
Reporte doth goe, that when to battle first to go he ioyd,
And mounted first his charret hie forst forth with feare and ire:
His fathers sword he then mistooke, and as hast did require,
His wagoner
Metiscus sword he tooke in stéede of his,
Which longe, while
Troyans turne theyr backes in flight, sufficient is.
But when to armour made by god
Vulcanus come it was:
The mortall sword at first blowe flies about like brickle glasse,
And litle shiuers round about lie shininge in the grasse.
There
Turnus in his flight, the broad wyde fieldes doth trace about,
Now here he turnes, now there, and courses round fettes in and out.
On euerie side a ringe of
Troyans thick incloasd him all,
On this side lay a fenne, on that side stoode the citie wall.
No lesse
Aeneas then (howbeyt full déepe with arrowe smit
His faultringe knées do faile, and to runne fast will not permit)
Him after hies, and foote to foote at héeles him vrgeth nie.
Like as a Deare, that to the pleasaunt soile apace doth hie,
And there in meash of hugie net entrapt, doth quakinge feare.
The hunter comes w
t howndes, & w
t great barkinges drawes him neare.
He at the sturdie toyle, and bankes full hie right sore agast:
A thousand wayes doth turne and wend, the noble hownd doth hast,
And gapinge comes at héeles, and now doth pinch, or like to pinche:
He snoppes his iawes, and is deceaud is bit by half an inche.
Then rises round a shout, that shoares, and lakes the same rebound,
And all the heauen about with thumpinge thundre doth resound.
Then
Turnus fliynge fast doth all his
Rutils forely blame,
And for his sword well knowne, he calles to euerie one by name.
Aeneas present death doth threat, and great destruction there,
If eny do approch, and them still tremblinge more doth feare,
And threates the citie downe to race, and walles vnto the ground.
And still (though wounded) drawes him néere, and now fiue courses round
About they had absolu'd, and back fiue courses they begunne,
Both this way now, then that, nor for no trifle it is they runne,
But for kinge
Turnus life they striue (alas) and for his blood.
By chaunce therby an Oliue wild with bitter leaues there stood,
Sacred to
Faunus god, to mariners a ioyfull trée,
Where such as saufe from shipwrack foule, and drenchinge saued bée:
Are woont their offringes vp to hange, and garmentes knowne at full.
This trée without respect at all, the
Troyans vp did pull,
That without let wherin to fight the whole field they might haue.
There stuck
Aeneas dart, him force in castinge thither draue.
The roote it fast did hold, he bendes him downe, and there assayes
Thereout to pull the speare, and it at
Turnus cast, his wayes
As forth he runnes, whom he in runninge could not euer take.
Then
Turnus raginge mad with feare, his prayer thus gan make.
O
Faunus pitie take I praye (ꝙ he,) thou worthie Ground
Hold fast the dart, your honours if I euer saued found.
Whom otherwise
Aeneas crue by warre haue made profayne.
He sayd, and to the goddes his sute he did not make in vayne.
For though he striued longe, and at the clunge stemme much did stay:
Yet by no strength
Aeneas could his speare pull thence away.
Thus whilst he fiercely forcinge standes, and still doth pluck and strayne.
Into her brothers wagoners
Metiscus shape agayne
Iuturna chaungd, his sword vnto her brother doth restore.
That
Venus at this
Nymphes so bold attempt disdaininge sore,
Drew néere, and from the roote beneath the dart she plucked out.
Then they with weapons armed both, and waxt with courage stout,
This trustinge sword, the other fierce with speare
Aeneas bent:
Gainst other gone, with marciall might ech one at other went.
Therwhiles thalmightie kinge to
Iuno speakinge thus he told,
Iupiter
speaketh to Iuno.
That from a yellow cloud aboue, the batteill did behold.
What shall the end herof be wyfe? what now remaineth? say.
Aeneas is a god thou knowest, thyself canst not denay.
And that to heauen he longes, and to the starres to be extold.
What dost thou worke? or in what hope abidste in cloudes so cold?
Ist méete a god with dint of mortall wound defilde shuld bée?
Or els (for what
Iuturna could she do were not for thée?)
The sword restoarde to
Turnus be, and force to vanquisht growe?
Leaue of at last at our request, lay downe thy courage lowe.
Nor let such priuie Rancor fret thée more, this care and smart
Let them (good
Iuno) from thy swéete and pleasaunt mouth depart.
Wée to the last are come, the
Troyans vexe by sea and land
Thou mightst, and blooddie wicked warres to rayse was in thine hand,
And houses to deface, and monefull mariages to make.
But farther to attempt I thee forbyd. Thus
Ioue then spake,
And goddesse
Iuno with a louly countnance thus replied.
Almightie spouse,
Iuno answereth
Iupit
[...]
since first your heauenly pleasure I espied:
Both
Turnus, and the earth, and all I left against my will.
Ne shuld you sée me now in ayer alone to sit so still,
And suffre thus such worthie vnworthie thinges, but armd in fier
In thickest thronges would thrust, and on the
Troyans wreake myne ire.
Iuturna I confesse, I causd her wofull brother aid,
And for his life (alas) I bid what could, shuld be assaid.
Yet weapons none I wilde her take, nor yet to bend her bowe,
I sweare by dreadfull springes whence streame of
Styx alōge doth flowe.
The only true, and reuerent Oth that heauenlie goddes do make.
And now I do giue place, and lothsome warres I quite forsake.
But yet this one thinge now, which destnies course doth not denay:
For honours sake of thine, and for all
Latium graunt I pray.
That when (wherto I yéeld) in perfect peace they wedlockes knit,
And holsome lawes appoint, and lastinge leagues of frindship smit:
Of
Latine old inhabitours thou wouldst not chaunge the name,
Nor
Troyans to be cauld, nor
Teucers yet commaund the same.
Nor let thē chaūge their speach, but weare their wéedes they ware of yore.
Let
Latium still abide, and
Albane kinges for euermore.
Let
Romane ofspringe be of power through great
Italian might,
Troy downe is falne, and with the name now let it perish quite.
To whom the maker of goddes and men thus answered smilinge mild.
Thou art my sister déere, and old
Saturnus second child,
Why dost thou then such hugie waues of rage roule in thy breast?
But goe to, from this late sprunge greife set whole thy hart at rest.
I graunt thy sute, and wittinge willinge there to do agrée.
Ausonians shall their language kéepe, and customes as they bée,
And as it is their name shall byde, in bodie only mixt
Shall
Troyans be, no diffrence more them both shalbe betwixt.
Theyr maners, and theyr sacred rites I will oppoint them all,
And I will cause all nations still they
Latines them shall call.
This stock that of
Ausonian blood commixt shall shortly rise:
In vertue men shall passe, and passe the Goddes that dwell in skies.
Vnto thée honour doe no nation shall so much as thay.
Dame
Iuno gaue a nodde, and glad, her mind she turnes a way,
And from the ayer departes, and leaues the cloud where she did stay.
When this was done: the father of Goddes a newe deuise doth prooue,
How from her brothers aid
Iuturna Nymphe he may remooue.
Two wofull plagues there béene, that by right name men
Furies call,
Whom with
Megaera hellish hegge
Night darck,
The
Furies are childrē of y
e
Night.
and dreadfull, all
At one birth brought to light, and with like stinges of serpentes fell
Them all did arme, and like wynges gaue that shift windes do excell.
These
Ioue before, and in the seat of
Pluto dreadfull kinge
Attendinge stand, and wofull feare to mortall men they brynge,
If dryrie death at eny time, or sicknes vile to beare
Ioue do commaund, or cities naught with bloodie warres to feare.
Of these then one from heauen
Ioue downe doth send with spéedie flight,
And to
Iuturna with ill lucke byddes flie her to affright.
Away she goes, and vnto earth with whirlewind flitteth fast,
Noneotherwyse then when a shaft swift forth with bowstringe cast
In deadlye bytter poyson dypt, through cloudes apace doth flie,
Which mortall shaft a
Parthian shot, or
Cydon man did wrye:
The singinge toole through shadowe flies, that none perceaue it may.
So went this child of
Night, and so to earth shée tooke her way.
When
Troyan host at hand, and
Turnus hand she did espie:
To shape of slendre foule herself she chaunges by and by,
Suchas are woont on grislie graues, and desert houses sit
By night, and in the darke their wofull tunes do charme, and chit.
She turneth h
[...] self to a Shritchowle.
To this foule forme thus turnd, at
Turnus face she skirringe cries,
And strikes his targat with her winges, as here and there she flies.
This new feare thē his droupinge limmes with dread did cause to quake,
His heare rose vp on end, his tremblinge voyce in iawes fast stake.
But when the
Furies hatefull shritch from farre, and winges she knew:
Iuturna wofull wight, her heare from of her head she drew,
And with her nailes her face she rent, with handes she beat her breast.
Ah
Turnus now (ꝙ she) what may she do that loues the best?
What way may now thy sister work,
Inturnas complaint.
or what meanes is so stronge,
That I may practise same, thy wofull life for to prolonge?
Myself agaynst such monsters to oppose am I of might?
Nay nay, the battayle now I leaue, nor me with feare affright
Do any more you filthy foules, and hegges of
Limbo low,
Your hellish sound, and clappyng of your winges I well do know.
And well I wot the proude beheastes of
Ioue so great of might,
Now for my Maydenhoode bereft doth he me thus requight?
Why gaue he mée eternall life, and death did take away?
So that by mortall end these lastyng greifs I might delay,
And with my brother déere now downe descende to shadowes dead,
If like as he (which would to God) a mortall life I lead.
No pleasure of my pleasures all shall pleasant be to mée
O brother
Turnus déere, and all for lacke, and losse of thée.
What grounde (alas) will gape below my corps therin to take,
And bring mée downe (a Goddesse though I be) to
Lymbo lake?
This much she sayd: and strayt her head in mantell blue she hid
Sore sighinge, and anon she threwe herself the streame amyd.
Aeneas forceth forth, and mightie speare in hand doth shake
Of sturdie tymber framde, and with great courage thus he spake.
What tarience now is this? why,
Turnus, dost thou kingre thus?
In flight wée must not striue, but neare at hand in fight I was.
Transforme thyself to euerie shape, or els thy best assay.
By force of armes, or els by craft to rid thyself away.
Or wish vnto the loftie starres by flittryng winges to flie,
Or couered els within some hollow caue in grounde to lie.
He shakyng then his head: tis not thy bitter wordes that me
Do make a feard, but Gods me fray, and
Ioue my soe (ꝙ he.)
He sayd no more, but strait a mightie stone he there behelde,
A mighty auntient stone, that then by chaunce within the felde
There for a Bounde did lie, and strife twixt lands for to appease.
Scarce could twelue chosen men that on their shoulders lift with ease,
Such men I meane, as now a dayes the earth to light doth bryng.
This vp in hand he caught, and tremblyng at his foe did flyng
Arysing vp therwith, and forth his vease he fet withall.
But he nor when he came, nor when he went to minde doth call,
Or when he lifted vp his hande, or when the stone he threw.
His knées do fayle, and through his bloud a chilly colde there flew.
The stone then rowlyng through the emptie ayer his way did take,
But foorth at full it did not flie, nor yet the mark it strake.
And like as in a dreame when sleape by night hath cloasd our eies,
Sometimes in vayne great courses foorth to run wée do deuise,
And in the midst of all our force anon begin to fayle,
Our tongue is tied, and through our body quite our strength doth quayle,
That make no noise wée can, nor able are one worde to say.
To
Turnus so, what euer manfull meanes he doth assay:
Successe the cruell Furie doth deney. Then in his minde
A thousand thoughtes arise, his eies he back doth cast behinde,
And on the
Rutils, and the Towne he lookes, and doubtes for feare,
And trembles when he thinkes at hand to come the fatall speare,
Nor knowes which way to wend, nor how against his foe to flie,
His charret nor his charret mayd he can no where espie.
Whilst thus he doubtes,
Aeneas forth his speare doth shake in sight,
And vauntadge watcheth with his eie, thenstrait with all his might,
Afarre he flinges it forth. Not so doth cast the hugie stones
The enginne greate, that to breake walles of townes is made for nones.
Nor with such clappe the lightninge bright out of high heauen doth brast.
The murdringe speare flies forth, and whirlwindlike, doth flit as fast.
And through his armour brane of proofe it heates, and bucklar bright
With seauen thick lininges layd, into the thigh it strake him quight.
Then
Turnus wounded doune to grownd with dubled knées doth fall.
The
Rutils wofull shoutes do rayse, and round the hilles withall
Resoundinge make, and all the wooddes the noyse beat back againe.
He then on grownd, his yéeldinge eyes, and hand of pardon fayne
Entreatinge vp doth hold, and sure I haue deseru'd (ꝙ hée)
Nor pardon aske I none, vse now thy chaunce at will on mée.
But if reguard of auntient sier, thy mind sumdeale may tuch,
(For vnto thée of late thy father
Anchises old was such:)
Vpon kinge
Daunus auntient yeares do thou some pitie take,
And mée, or whether thou meanst deuoid of vitall lyfe to make:
Restoare vnto my fréendes, for thou hast wunne, these handes of mine
Th'
Ausonians saw to yéeld, and faier
Lauinia now is thine.
No farther let thy rage procéede. Fierce there in armes did stand
Aeneas castinge downe his eyes, and still he staid his hand.
And more and more the gentle spéech to swage his mind began:
When loe, (alas) th'unluckie Belt that on his shoulders than
Aloft with buckles glittringe bright with gold that garnisht were,
Appéered, which he knewe rightwel, that
Pallas younge did beare:
Whom
Turnus with a mightie wound had slayne not longe before,
And now the pilladge of his foe vpon his shoulders wore.
But when with eyes these tokens great of greife he did behold
And spoyles, with rage incenst, in furie wood, and vncontrold:
Ah wretch (ꝙ he) dost thinke that wearinge spoyles of mine, from mée
Shalt so escape? Now
Pallas with this wound, now
Pallas thée
Doth offer vp, and on thy wicked blood reuenge doth take.
This sainge, déepe him to the hart with naked sword he strake
Dissolutiō of life.
All hot with ire, the natiue heat his limmes doth strait forsake,
His ghost flies fast with greife, and great disdayne, to
Lymbo lake.
DEO GRATIAS.
Finitum Londini, per Thomam Twynum,
vi. Iulij. 1573. Opus. xx. dierum plus minus, per internualla temporum.