DIDOS DEATH.

Translated out of the best of Latine Poets, into the best of vulgar Languages.

By one that hath no name.

LONDON: Printed by N. O. for Walter Burre. 1622.

The fourth Booke of VIRGILS AENEID.

BVt the already hurt heauy-grieu'd Queene.
The wound seeds in her veines of fire vnseene:
The mans much worth, great honor of the natiō
Runs in her mind, his lookes, and his relation,
In print stick in her thoughts, no rest griefe yeelds.
Next day with sun light had suruayd the fields,
And from the Pole remoou'd the Dewy shade,
When she thus ill in health, well yet ill sayd
To her owne-minded sister, sister Anne,
What dreames fright mee in doubt? who may this Man?
This new guest be thus lighted on our Land?
What man-like looks? How stout of heart & hand,
He is in saith, faith is not vaine, of Race,
Doubtlesse diuine, Feare argues spirits base:
Ah, with what fortunes tost, what battels fought,
Saw he and sung? Sure setled in my thought
VVere it not neuer more wedlocke to proue,
Since I through death alas, lost my first loue,
Did I not lothe ioyes of the mariage bed,
This one time I, perhaps, might fall to wed,
For I'le confesse Nan, since our houses staine,
My haplesse husband was by brother slaine,
This onely man hath mou'd my faltring mind,
And stir'd some sparks, markes of old flames I find.
But may the opening earth first swallow me
(Chaste modesty) Ioues Thunder make me see
The Ghosts, pale Ghosts of hell, and deaths deepe night,
E're I wrong thee, or thy lawes loosly slight:
He that my first loue had, hath, and shall haue
All my affection buried in his graue.
So said and bosome fild with weeping eyes;
O, more then life lou'd sister Anne, replies,
VVill you alone still mourning, youth outwearing.
Barre your selfe Venus blessing-sweets, son bearing?
Thinke you the dead like that, or soules departed?
Although no sutors, sick, while fresh griefe smarted,
No Lybian Lords for husbands could be priz'd,
Though euen at Tyre Iarbas was despisde;
And Chiefes, which Africk rich in Triumphs shows
VVere scorn'd, will you a loue you like oppose?
Forget you in whose coast you planted are,
Here Townes Getulian, men vnmatcht in warre;
Vnbrideled Numids there, sands on that side,
Of Syrtis Desert dry, and raging wide
Barcaans: not to tell warres that may tide
From Tyre through brothers threats —
Friend Iuno, lucky gods, auspicious weather,
Sure brought these Troian ships in good time hither.
O what a Towne of this (sister) your eyes
May see from such a match, what Empire rise?
To what exployts, if Troian valour goe.
In company, may Punicke glory grow?
Aske you but gods good will, goe sacrifice,
And entertaining ghest with courtesies,
Quoyne causes for his stay, winter amaine
Rageth at sea, and stormy starres now reigne,
Such bruisd ships may not brook weather so foule:
These words inflame the with loue burning soule
Giue doubtfull hopes, & blushing feares controule.
First to the Temple Altars they repaire,
For lucke, as vse is, slaine two-yeerelings are,
To Bacchus, Phabus, Ceres, lawgiuar,
And Iuno chiefe, that takes of wedlocke care,
Faire Dido in her right hand holds the cup,
Which in the white Cow's forehead she turns vp,
Or for the gods, and their fat Altars lifts
Her dauncing lims, or day makes new with gifts,
Or in poore Beasts cleft bosome poring pries,
With their yet panting entrailes too aduise:
Alas blind Augurs, what helpe can be had,
From holy Church, or vowes for women mad.
A soft sweete fire the marrow eates, conceald,
A greene wound in the heart is hid, not heald:
Poore Dido burnes in loue, out of her mind,
All o're the Towne she gads, so the hurt Hynd,
Some shepheard hunting in the forrest hit,
Vnwares, farre off, leauing, not knowing it,
His deadly arrow sticking in her fide,
Through woods & lawnes, o're hills & vallies hied,
Now through the streetes shee doth Aeneas guide,
Shewes the Townes wealth, and how tis fortified,
Offers to speake, halfe vtterd words call in,
And as day ends, the same feasts still begin.
Againe to heare Troyes turmoyles fond she prayes,
Hangs on his lips, depends on that he saies,
And parted, whē by turns, clouds, moon-light shade
And shooting starres declining sleepe perswade,
Alone she mournes, for bed on voyde floore lies,
And absent, absent him both heares and eyes,
Or caught with fathers shape in lap doth feate
Ascanius, loue vnspeakeable to cheate,
Buildings begun, rise not, young men vntrain'd,
Nor ports for peace, nor forts for warre maintaind,
Works broken off stand still, huge threatning wall
With skie-high Engen stands as it would fall.
When Ioues deere wife found her so plaguy ill,
That no care of her fame stopt her wood-will,
Thus to faire Venus Saturns daughter sayes,
Large spoyles no doubt you get and goodly praise
You, and your lad, great memorable Name,
If craft of two gods conquer one poore Dame,
Nor faild I, knowing how my Towne you feare,
And how suspect high Carthage houses were,
But shall there be no end? Why still such strife?
Better eternall peace make man and wife.
Contract let vs, you haue your hearts desire.
Poore Dido burnes with loue, her back's on fire,
Let vs in common then this people sway,
And blesst, let her loue cherish, and obay
This Troian, that for dowre these Tyrians may
Handfast. To her that with dissembling heart,
She saw spake this, Romes Empire to conuert
To Carthage, Venus answerd, who would chuse,
Vnwise to warre with thee, or this refuse
Great Iuno, so successe make thy words good,
If (which I doubt) with fates decree it stood,
To make one Towne of Troy and Tyre if loue
Such mixing league, such vnion approue,
Y [...]u are his wife, his mind tis sit you moue,
Oh then I am your seruant. Iuno cries,
That care be mine, but novv let vs deuise,
How things may come to passe, mark and I'le shevv
AEneas and vnhappy Dido goe
A hunting to the vvoods vvhen next dayes light
Shall shevv the vvorld the suns beams rising bright
On them a black cloud mixt vvith haile I'le poure,
And while the fearefull troups ride searching o're
The woods for shrowds, thunder shall fill the skie;
And darke night hide the flying company
About the forrest round, a Grot or Caue
Dido, the same the Troian chiefe shall haue,
Where present, if your mind be well made known,
In wedlocke firme I'le ioyne her for his owne,
A ioyfull wedding twill be, naught opposing.
Venus doth nod, and smiles at her found glosing;
Meane time the sea forsaking morning rose,
By day break throgh the Ports, youth chosen goes
Hays, toyls & hunting staues, steele headed round,
Ranke riders store, and deepe fleete good nosde hound,
At the Queenes lingring chamber doore, the best
Of Cartha [...]e waite, in gold and purple drest,
Feirce trāpling horse stand champing foming bits,
At length with mighty troupe forward she sits,
Rich robe about imbrodered sca [...] she weares,
At which gilt Quiuer hangs [...]old curles her haires,
And golden loops, the [...] garment tye,
Braue too the Troia [...] [...] [...]s goe stately by,
And glad I [...]vlu [...], b [...] [...]e them all,
Fairest Aeneas ioyning troupes, doth fall
In consort, like Apollo, when he rides,
From Lycian wintering, and Xanthus tides,
To visite Mothers Dele, to maske and dance
About his altars mixed Cretans prance,
Mad, merry Greekes and painted Scythians,
On Cynthus top he stalkes, his loose lockes wound
Vp in gold curls for sport with green bough cround
The arrowes clattering at his backe like pace
Aeneas went, like glory in his face.
Come to the mountaines, and wild dens vntrac't,
The put-vp kids, from craggy rocks make hast
To clamber vp the hill, while downe amaine.
Dust raising Heards of deere, scowre ore the plaine
While in the Lawns now these now those in course
Ascanius beates, proud of swift running horse,
And for those harmeles beasts frō hill praies some
Wild foming Boare, or Lyon fierce may come.
Mean while great thundring murmur fils the clouds
And storm with mixt hail follows, soon for shrouds
The Lords of Tire and Troian vouch seeke out,
And young Ascanius fearefull fields about.
From hils downe torrents rush, one caue or grot,
Did [...], [...]he same the Troian chiefe had got:
First earth, and Iuno wedlocks friend, giue signes
As party to the Match, skie-lightning shines.
And fairy Nymphs house from the highest hils,
This first day of her death, first of her ils,
Cause was, no care of State nor fame doth moue
Dido, henceforth no thought of stealing loue,
She calls it marriage, and with that faire name,
Clokes the foule fault: but quickly the ill fame
Through Africks Citties great goes. Fame an ill,
None fleeter, that doth grow with mouing still,
And going gathers strength, smal first throgh feare,
Forthwith vnto the skie her selfe doth reare,
The goe by ground in clouds doth hide her head,
Whom Mother earth, stird by gods wrath tis sed,
Brought fourth Euceladus and Ceius last
Sister swift feete and wings pernicious fast
Th'huge dreadful monster hath each fether vnder
A waking eye, as many more (to wonder)
Tongues, speaking mouthes, and listning eares like number.
A nights, to sweete sleepe neuer bending eyes,
Through heauen, amidst earthes shades shee shreiking flies.
By day strange sentinell, on top she sets
Of house or towers high and great townes threts,
As well as vttering truthes lewd lies regrating,
Glad now shee fild the people with much prating,
Things done, and neuer done alike relating,
How Dido faire matching her selfe is mating
With one Aeneas come of Troian blood,
But through lewd loue forgetting kingdoms good
They winter too long hugging now in sports
Cōsume. Mens mouths fild roūd with these reports
The fiend to King Iarbas bends her course,
T'incense his mind, and raging wrath inforce.
Him Garamas his rauisht daughter bare,
To: Ammon. he a hundred Temples faire,
In his large land to Ioue had consecrated
A hundred Altars where Priests euer waited,
And holy fire still burnt with blood of beast
Fat soyle, doores florishing with Garlands drest,
He mad in mind, inragde with this ill newes,
Before the Altars and the gods did vse
This speech on knees, with hāds vp heau'd to loue,
Almighty Iupiter, whom Moores that loue
To seast on painted beds doe honour, now
Like Bacchus seest thou this? or doe we bow
With vaine feare father to thy thunder strokes,
Or doe clouds empty sounds and shining smokes
Fright vs! a woman wandring vp and downe
Our Coast bought leaue to build a little towne,
She to whom lawes with land to till we gaue,
That vs to husband would not daigne to haue,
Master AEneas takes to Lord and marries,
And now with his halfe men the spruce-chind Paris,
Whose gofferd haire newfangled cap keeps down;
In ioyes his rape, while with rich gifts we crowne
Thy Temples, fond of such sires vaine renowne.
Him plaining thus and Altars holding fast.
Th'Almighty heard, and angry looke downe cast
On the Queenes Court, and to forgetfull Louers,
Of their good name, then thus his will discouers
To Mercury: go sonne, call west-winds, flie
To Troian chiefe, that doth in Carthage lie,
Looking for Cities yet by fates decreed,
Respects not, post my words throgh aire with speed,
Say his faire mother no such man proposde,
When twice in combate twice with siege enclosde
From Greekes we sau'd him; but one such as should
Rule Italy in Empire fruitefull, bould
In battels, and such race from Troy vnfold,
As might the whole world in awe and order hold.
If glory of so great things moue him not,
Nor his owne praise with paine and labour got,
Enuies the fire his sonne Ascanius
Should rule in Rome? what plots, hopes make him thus
In foes l [...]nd linge [...], laying Italy,
And all thoughts of his Latine off-spring by?
Get him to sea, that's all, from vs this tell,
Quoth Iupiter, his s [...]nne beving fell
To tying on his golden winged shoes,
With which, o're sea and land aloft a goes,
Swift as a gale, the white wand in his hands,
With which he cals pale soules frō hell: cōman [...]s
Some thither sad: giues sleep, and sleep depriues,
Eies sealing vp in death, with this a driues
The winds, and ouer clouds tempestuous swims,
Now flying tops he sees, and craggy b [...]ims
Of Atlas hard whose height heauen vnderprops,
Of Atlas, that in foule mists eue wrops
His wooddy wind and weather beaten head,
His shoulders with deepe snow still fall ng spred,
Riuers runne downe his aged chin, his beard
With I ceacles all horrid, hory-hayrd.
Here first Cyllemus his wings plaining, stayd
Then shooting body downe, steepe stooping made,
Like Riuer hanke that late Tree, steeple high,
Now close, by fish, full brooks banke low doth flie
Cyllenes son, so comming f [...]om her father,
His twigging wings, twixt heauen & earth did gather
Ore Africks sandy Coast cutting the wines,
Soone as his winged feete huts toucht, he finds,
Aeneas founding Castles, new house building
His sword shind, set with stones like stars and guilding
Fire-red, rich robe about his shoulders told,
A gift faire Dido wrought with finest gold:
Straight to him O thou man vxorious sayes,
That founding Carthage faire Town now dost raise,
Forgetting thine owne State affaires, the King
Of gods, whose power heauen & earth can wring,
From bright Olympus, sends me downe to bring
Thee post throgh aire with speed this his cōmand:
What plot's? hopes make thee linger in Foes land,
If glory of those gre [...]t things moue thee not,
Nor thy owne praise with paine and labour got,
Ascanius rising yet regard, and those
Hopes of thy son and heires, to whom Rome owes
Empire in Italy: Cyllanius
Out of his sight as a was speaking thus,
Vanisht to ayre, the vision senselesse strucke
AEneas mute, in throate speech faltring stucke,
Through feare his stairing haire an end did stand,
Faine would he flie, and leaue the lou'd sweet land,
Astonisht with such message, gods command.
But O, how shall he doe? what words may win
The angry Queene? where shall he first begin
[...] musing mind, now this, now that way hasting:
[...]guing to and fro, and all doubts casting:
At length on this, as best opinion falls,
Mnesteus, Sergestus, stout Cloanthus calls
To rigge the Fleete, get men aboard, Armes fit,
All without noise, dissembling cause of it.
Meane while, ere Dido know what they intend
Good soule, that hopes such loue shall neuer end,
Himselfe will try the best time Ice to breake,
And way most fit for his affaires to speake,
They glad, obeying all, soone did his will,
But to deceiue a Louer, who hath skill?
Their craft, their plots, and all they goe about,
The Queene suspecting all-safe, first found out
The same fame impious to her rage declard,
The Fleete was arming, men for sea prepard,
She stormes, and witlesse round about the towne,
Runs mad, like Bacchus she priests vp & downe,
Incensde in their Trienniall sacrifice,
With Bacchus and Cytherons nightly cries.
At length she first falls on AEneas thus,
And couldst thou hope false man, to goe from vs
In silence, hiding sinne so detestable?
Was not my loue? nor thy faith plighted able,
Nor the ill death Dido would die? to stay
Thy voyage, but that posting thus away,
Thou wilt in winter, and with stormes vnkind,
To sea, strange lands dwellings vnknowne to find?
Alas, if old Troy were to saile vnto,
To Troy, in sea so growne thou wouldst not goe.
Me fliest thou? By these teares, that hand of thine
Since I haue nought else haplesse left me mine,
By our contract, halfe marriage, if of thee
I ought deseru'd well euer, if in me
Ought pleasde, some pittie let house falling find,
If prayers may take place, pray change this mind,
For thee all Africks peoples hate I beare
Of Numid Kings, and Tyrians ill will feare,
And chastity I lost for thee the same,
My so to starres extold first fame, good name,
For whom, O doest thou leaue me dying, Guest,
That onely name of husband, now doth rest,
Why stay I? till Pigmaleon ouerthrow
My Towne? Or till the Moore Iarbas shew
Me captiue: had I yet ere thou hadst gon
By thee, to play withall some little one,
Aeneas onely looking like A child
I should not seeme so wholely left beguild,
Quoth she, On Ioues will he, that fixt his eyes,
Suppressing sorrow in his heart, replies
At length, thus short, faire Queene neuer will I,
Most you can speake of, your deserts deny,
Nor leaue remembring Queene Elizabeth,
Tll I forget my selfe, while I haue breath.
Now to the businesse, somewhat I shall say,
I neuer went about to steale away:
Inuent it not, nor hop'd to hide my going
Nor euer marriage meant, nor came a woing,
If fates would let me leade the life I would,
And as I list compose my cares, I should
Troy first affect where friends sweete reliques rest,
Pyrams high house should stand, and my hand blest
Another new Troy for the vanquisht found,
But now for Italy by Phoebus bound,
Great Italy, by Oracles command,
There lies my loue, and that my Countrey land,
If you a Tyrian Carthage stay to eye,
A Towne in Africk, why should you enuy
Vs men of Troy, to plant in Italy,
We two for Crownes, may forraine kingdomes try,
My sire, Anchyses troubled ghost doth fright
Me in my sleepe, warning as oft as night
Clothes earth with dewy shades, & stars rise bright
And deere head wrong'd, Ascanius to my child
Mooues me, of Crowne and fatall lands beguild
But, lately Hermes sent from Ioue (I call
Both heads to witnesse, through swift aire brought all
The Gods w ll, I the God saw plaine as day,
Entring the Towne, and heard all he did say,
Leaue then to vexe me, and thy self with plaining
I Italy pursue not of my selfe —
By this on him thus speaking with a frowne,
She lookt auerse, and [...]owl [...]ng vp and downe,
St ll eyes beheld him round, at last a fire
Burst out, false-man: true Troian to thy Sire
Thou neuer hadst, Nor Goddesse to thy mother;
But some hard-hearted stony Rocke or other
Bred thee, some Scythyan Tygres was thy Nurse,
For why dissemble I? or stay for worse,
Not sigh while I wept? not at all eyes moouing,
Not yeeld, orecome one Teare, nor me so louing
Once pitty: which to which shall I first settle,
Now now alas no more, Iuno the great
Nor Saturnes, sonne beholding this is iust,
Whom, when, ah where shall any safely trust.
I entertaind thee landlesse, poore, out cast
And witlesse, partner in my Kingdome plact,
Lost fleete and friends, from death restord to thee
O whither fired do Furies hurry me.
Apollo now forsooth, now Oracles
Now sent from Ioue himselfe, Gods Truch-man tels,
Their pleasure harsh, as if those higher powers
Would take such paines or quiet car'd for ours.
I stay thee not, nor to thy pleas reply,
Goe, seeke Kingdomes at Sea, search Italy
Among the winds. I trust if ought at all
Good Gods can do, thy punishment shall fall
Among the Rocks, and thou on Dido call
Full oft, Ile follow in fire Funerall,
And when cold death frō flesh this soule shal seuer
A ghost ile haunt thee lewd man, tortur'd euer
Thou shalt be and I heare of it in Hell,
Then ill ayre. As these speeches from her fell
She flies, and from his sight flinging away,
Left him much fearing, meaning much to say:
Her fainting Limbs her waiting Maids conuey'd
To Chamber rich and soone in soft bed laid,
But good AEneas though he fayne would ease
Her griefe with Comfort: wo with words appease
In mind, made weake through mighty loue, much mourning
Yet doth obey Gods Will. To Fleete returning,
And then along the shore the Troians fall,
To worke, to launch their new Carynd ships tall,
Bearing aboard for Ores greene boughs and all
Rough Ok [...]s vnwrought for hast.
By Gy [...]ges from all parts one might see them hurry,
And as when Ants soreseeing Winter, bury
In their small hils, huge heapes of spoyled Corn,
The black troupe flocks a field, and often borne
The booty is through grasse by narrow path,
Great graines to shoulder forward one part hath
In charge, another to conduct the swarme,
And punish faults, all parts with work wax warme.
What seeing this thought Dido, what felt she
Poore soule, how sight on shore such worke to see
From her high Castle, and before her eyes,
Her whole-sea fild so, with such shooting cryes,
V ld Loue what dost thou not mans hart compel?
Againe to weeping forc't againe, she fell
To loue submitting humble prayers to try,
That she vnprooud leaue nothing ere she dye,
[...]ee sister Anne to sh [...]re, how hasting heady,
They flock on all sides, sayles f [...]r wind are ready:
With streaming Flags, glad Saylors, Poope haue crownd,
Could I haue thought such sorrow to haue found,
I should haue borne it, Sister this alone
Doe for me haplesse, for that fa thlesse one
Loues thee, only to thee, thoughts secrets shewing
All the Mans wayes our meeting times all knowing,
Goe sister humbly say to that proud foe
With Greekes in Aulys, Troians ouerthrow.
I neuer vowd, nor flee [...]e against Troy sent,
Nor wrong'd his fire Anohises ghost, nor rent
His Graue, why hard, will hee not heare a word,
O whither headlong hasts hee? yet afford
His haplesse Louer this last boone, hee may
For safer passage and winds fairer stay.
Now the old promised marriage which he brake
I aske not that for my sake, he forsake
Faire Italy, or leaue a Crowne to take
Small time space, Rest my raging to relieue,
Till my mishaps teach me o'recome to grieue,
is all I craue, oh sister pitty get
This last sute for me, death shall pay the debt,
Such woefull words she vsde, such to and fro,
The wretched sister carrid but no woe
Mooues him, nor words at all, a gentle heares
Fates hinder, God stops the mans gentle eares.
As when North winds striuing to ouerthrow
Some old hard-hearted Oke, in full strength blow
Broad branches vp and downe, stormes blustring sound
Goes farre, Trunke shaken, bowes deepe strow the ground,
Yet fast in Rock the Tree sticks, for as high
As the proud top growes toward Heauen, as nigh
The Rootes runne downe to Hell. Aeneas so
With frequent Messages tost too and fro,
And torne in his great heart doth feele much pain,
Yet mind stands firme, & teares are shed in vaine.
Fate-frighted haplesse Dido then doth pray,
For death, loth more to looke on heauen or day,
And more to make her desperate, mind to dye,
Fearefull to tell, late sacrificing by
The Incense burning Altars, as she stood
Black holy water grew, to filthy blood,
The pourd Wine turnd, this fight she told to none,
Not to her Sister. In her house of stone,
A Temple too she had, of former Spouse,
By her much Reuerenc't with holy bowes,
And Snow-white Wooll adorn'd, whence oft shee heares
A voyce that like her husbands call appeares,
When darke night holds the World. The ellenge Owle,
Oft on her house-top dismall tunes did houle,
Lamenting wofull notes at length outdrawing,
And many former Fortune tellers, awing
Forewarnings fright; Aeneas too in Dreames
Makes her runne mad, left by her selfe, she seemes
Alone, some vncouth foule long way to haue ta­ken
Tyrians to seeke in desert Land forsaken.
So troopes of Furies, Pentheus in his rage
Beholds too sonnes, and double Thebes on stage,
So tost Orestes, Agamemnons sonne,
From mother arm'd with snakes & brands doth runne,
While at his doore hell hags re [...]engefull rest,
Orecome with griefe, with furies so possest,
Dido resolues to dye, and when she had
Cast when and how, thus said to Sister sad,
Fayre hopefull lookes hiding a purpose bad,
I haue found out a way sister, ioy bid
To make him louing me, else of him rid,
Nere the Seas vtmost bound where sun doth see,
From furthest Ethiop [...] Land where Atlas great,
Wheele fit for burning Starres, turnes with his shoulder
A Massyle Shee-priest is to me the vnfoulder,
That is the Hesperides fayre Temple-houlder,
And feedes the Dragon, sacred boughs to keepe
With honny sops and poppy sauct for sleepe,
She vndertakes what minds she list to cure
With charmes force others loues hard paines endure,
Stay Riuers, turne back starres, make mortals Meete
Hob-goblins, or earth grone vnder their feete,
And Trees stalke downe from Hils: deere Sister all
The Gods and thee, and thy sweete head I call
To witnesse for't, I try Art Magicks power
Goe you and in some inner open Tower
Make secret fire, the mans sword that in our
Bed-chamber hangs, and all hee left lay on
With wedding bed wherein I was vndone,
The shewing Shee-priest wils that euery token,
Of the lewd man be burnt, she ceast this spoken,
All deadly pale, yet Anne no funerall,
In these new rites so cloak't suspects at all,
Nor sister halfe so mad imagineth
Nor worse can feare then in first husbands death,
She therefore doth her will —
But now in one of th'inner open Towers,
Huge fier of Pine & Wainescore made, with flowers,
The Queene the place strewd, and with Funerall
Wreaths crown'd, then on shee layes the sword, and all
AEneas left, and in the bed alas,
His picture knowing what should come to passe.
Shee-priest with Haire loose altars round about,
Three hundred names of gods doth thunder out
Hell Chaos, and the threefold Hecatee,
Moones Powers, or Mayd Dianas faces three,
Then water powers, Auernus counterfetting
Ripe herbes with Brasse Sithe mowed, by moon­light getting,
With milke of poyson blacke. Hippoman torne
From vnlickt forehead of the Fole new-borne,
The Ma [...]es fore-rauisht loue.
Herselfe w [...]h holy Lampe neere Altars side,
In pure hands one foote bare, and Cloths vntide,
Dying to witnesse calls or coniureth
The Gods and starres acquainted with her death,
Then mindfull prayes iust powers if any are,
That of vnequall tyde Louers take care,
Twas night, and in the world limbs weary tooke
Sweete rest, no winds woods or seas raging shook
When starres were turn'd halfe downe and euery field.
Was still, beasts, painted birds, and all that held
Large liquid Lakes, or bush-rough thickets lay,
A sleepe in silent night, toyles of the day
Forgetting, at hearts case, but not in mind,
Vnhappy Dido she no sleepe could find,
Her brest no rest, her sight no night receiu'd,
But care encreas'd, and when shee rose more grieu'd,
Loue rag'd, and with great tide of choller swel­ling,
Thus she insists in heart, thus falls a telling.
What shall I doe? shall I the wooers woe,
Whom first I mockt, or humbly seeke vnto
The Numid match which I disdaind so still,
Or follow Troians fleete and their last will
So well I sped: my first good turnes haue wonne
So much? so long they mind old fauors done,
But who w [...]ll let me say I would abord
To take me scornd, which proud ship will afford
Ah know'st thou not? feelst thou not yet sorlorne,
How false Laomidons Race is sorsworne?
What then? with singing saylors shall I flye
Alone? or chase them with whole company
Of Tyrians strong, and whom I got scarce well,
From Tyre againe to Sea to faile compell.
Dye rather, let deseru'd death griefe aswage,
You sister with my teares wonne in my rage,
You first these ills brought on me to this Foe
Subiected, matelesse then I might not so
Like Turtle liue, blamelesse and neue [...] know
These cares, but keepe faith promis'd, Husband dead.
Such she in heart, broken plaints vttered.
But in tall ship, sure now resolu'd to goe,
Aeneas slept, things ready right in shew.
The same God looking like againe appeares
To him in dreame, warning he thinkes, he heares
Like Mercury in all, speech hue, and haire
So yellow, limbs so handsome youthfull were,
Sleepe canst thou Goddesse sonne in such a case,
Fond seest thou not what dangers thee imbrace,
Dost thou not heare how happy good winde blowes,
Plots Dido in her heart, mischieuous sowes,
Resolu'd to dye, strange tyde of Choller flowes,
Fly then in hast, while power to hast thou hast,
The sea soone ful of masts, fierce flames thou maist
Behold of fire all ready, all on shore,
If day on this Land take thee lingring more
Dispatch. A woman strange, false fickle thing
Still is, quoth he in darke night vanishing.
But frighted with the Dreame, Aeneas then
Rousing himselfe from sleepe, calls vp his men
Wake haw, hast sonnes, fall to your Ores amain.
Hoist sayles the God from high Heauen sent a­gaine
To post away, and Cables cut spurs me,
And so we will good God, who ere thou be,
We follow glad obeying thy command,
Come O come helpe vs pleas'd on thy right hand,
Stars lucky shew, said he, and sword like thunder
Flashing, drew forth and hausets hew'd in sunder,
Like heate had all, they hale, hast farewe'l bid
The shore the sea vnder their sayles lies hid,
Their strokes together force fome blew seas bru­shing,
And now on earth first casting fresh light blush­ing,
Aurora Tythons yellow Couch-bed leaues,
When Dido from her watch tower first perceiues
Daylight breake white, the Fleete in order say­ling,
Coast cleere, no Ships in empty port, then way­ling,
Her faire brest oft she smit, and from her hed,
Tearing gold haire. Oh Iupiter she sed,
And shall this stranger goe thus ieering hence,
Mocking my Land, in armes is there no sence,
May not my whole Townes forces after make,
And Fleete with Fleete, with ships ships spoyling take:
Goe quicke, fire, fight, sayle, row, what ist I speake,
Where am I? am I mad? vnhappy weake
Queene Dido, moou'd with this lewd part of his,
Now art thou toucht? thou shouldst haue thought of this
When King thou madst him, see the troth and faith
Of him that country Gods in Consort hath,
Men say the goodman on whose shoulders borne,
Syre aged was, Oh that I could haue torne
That flesh of his, and carkasse cast to fishes,
Kild friends, or slaine Aseanius, and in Dishes
For Father to haue fed on, set the Lad.
But warres chance doubtfull had beene. Would it had.
Whom feard, I dying, I had set on fire
Cabins, fild Decks with flames, and sonne and fire,
And race destroyed, my selfe and all vndone,
Oh all earths workes with light suruaying Sunne,
And thou these cares Interpreter, all-knower
Iuno, thou Hecate by night way goer
So hallow'd, yee reuengefull powers all,
And guilty Starres of dying Didocs fall,
Heare this, and with mishaps deseru'd grace, giue
My prayer, if needs this naughty man must liue
To Port, on Land, in Italy to get,
If Ioues decrees such end haue set, Oh yet
By people bold in battell vext, through warre
Banisht from home, from sonnes imbracements farre,
Ayd let him beg, friends base deaths let him see
And yeelding to vnequall peace-lawes he
Nor Kingdome nor wisht life inioy, but dye
Vntimely, and in dirt vnburied lye
I pray, this last wish I with bloud powre out,
And you oh Tyrians, let your of-spring stout,
Hate his, this comfort send me to my graue,
Noe Loue, no good league let his people haue,
But from my bones may some reuenger spring,
With fire and sword Troian Race following,
Now and in times to come of power and might,
Shore against shore, seas to seas opposite,
Curst swords with swords, may childrens childrens sight,
Thus saying and on all sides casting thought,
To end a loathed life forthwith she sought
Straight to Sythaeus Nurse, Barce she sod,
For in old country Land her owne was ded,
Deere Nurse, my sister Nan, cause to come hither,
Bid her first washt in running streames together,
Bringing the cattell, and the offring showne,
Com [...] you with holy vaile, ore your head thrown,
To sacrifice to Pluto, I intend
Rites well begunne, prepar'd my eares to end,
And Troian to hel-fire in picture send
She said, old diligence her pace did mend,
But Dido quaking through fierce purpose wild,
Lookes bloody, casting trembling cheeks defild,
With spots streak't pale as death, through death to come,
Brake through house inner doores, and furious clombe,
The high pild fire and Troian sword did draw,
Gift beg'd for no such vse, heere when she saw
Aeneas cloaths and bed she too well knew,
A while she musing paus'd, wept, then threw
Her selfe vpon it, and these last words spake.
Sweete spoyles, while God and Fates so suffered take
This breath, and cleere my cares my dayes are done,
Of life the Glasse course Fortune gaue is runne;
And vnder earth now shadow great of me
Shall goe, braue Towne I purpos'd, and did see
The wals, reueng'd for husbands death I made
Foe brother suffer paines, Pygmaleon payd
Happie, thrice happie had I beene, and more
Had only Troy ships neuer toucht my shore
She said; kissing the bed, and shall we thus
Die vnreuenged? but yet die let vs
She said thus, thus it pleaseth to expire
Let Troians cruell eyes draw in this fire
From farre, and with him our deaths il-luck beare
She had sed, when her women waiting there,
Behold her fallen on the sword, that lyes
Poming with bloud, hir hāds all smeard, their cries
Fil court, through town, amazd Fame mad doth go
With mourning sighs, and womens howling woe,
Roofes ring, the skyes with cryes of sorrow sound,
As if all Carthage, or old Tyre to ground,
Were rasing by foes entred in their Ire,
Houses of men and Gods setting on fire:
This sister heard nere dead, and fearefull pase,
Beating her brests with fists, with nayles her face
Defacing, scard she Rushes through them all,
And on her dying by her name doth call.
Ah sister was it this? me to beguile,
Was this the holy fire and Altars wile.
Oh what shall I complaine of first forlorne,
A sisters Confort dying didst thou scorne,
Cald to the same fate hadst thou, both had our
Last grieu'd on one sword, in one haplesse howre.
And must I make the fire? must I so pray,
Gods cruell at thy death to be away,
Me sister, and thy selfe thou didst vndoe,
The Commons Aldermen, and Citty too,
Water. The wound ile wash and if breath last.
Last breath from mouth, with mouth take said she, past
Stayre Top, in armes sister halfe dead she takes
And weepes, and sighs, from cloaths the blacke bloud shakes.
She lifting vp her heauie eyes doth sound
Againe, wind whizzes in breasts deadly wound,
Thrice she her selfe, on elbow leaning rais'd,
Thrice fell back on the bed, eyes wandring gaz'd
To secke the light, shee mournd to finde deepe groning,
Her paines so long, and death so hard bemoning.
Almighty Iuno downe did Iris send
Her strugling soule and sinewes strong to vnbend,
For nor by fate nor death deseru'd, in Age
Vntimely dying wretch through sudden rage,
Proserpina yet had not cut her hayre
So yellow, nor to hell damn'd face so faire,
The saffron-wing'd wet Rainebow therfore hasts
That gan'st the Sunne, thousand strange colours casts,
And lighting on her head, sayes I from this
Body thee free, thus sacrifice to Dis
Inioynd, so clips her haire, and therewithall
Breath-flitting-life hear, doth to ashes fall.
The ende.

P. Virgilij Maronis AENEID. LIB. IIII.

AT Regina graui iam dudum saucia cura,
Ʋulnus alit venis & caco carpitur igni:
Multa viri virtus animo, multuiqúe recursat
Gentis honos: harent infixi peolore valtu [...],
Verba (que) nec placi dam membris dat cura quietem.
Postera Phoebea lustrabat lampade terras,
Humentem (que) autora polo dimouerat vmbram,
Cum sic vnanimem alloquitur malè sana s [...]rorem.
Anna soror, qua me suspens [...]m insomma terrent:
Quis nonus hic nostris successit sed: bus hospes?
Quem sese ore ferens? quam forti pectore, & armis?
Credo equidem (nec vana sides) genus esse deorum,
Degeneres: animos timor argun: heu quibus ille
[...]actatus fati [...]? quae bella exhausta canebat?
Si mihi non animo f [...]xumo, immotum (que) sederet,
Nec cui me vinclo vellem sociare iugali,
Post quam primus amor deceptam mortefefellit;
Si non pertasum thalami, t [...]daque fuisset:
Huic vni for san potui sn [...]cumbere culpa.
Anna (fatebor enim) miseri p [...]st fata Sich ai
Coniugis, & sparsos fraterna coede penates,
Solus hic inflexit sensus, animumqúe labantem
Impulit agnosco veteris vestigia fla [...]ma.
Sed mihi vel t [...]llus optem priusima dehisc [...]t,
Vel pater omnipotens adigat me fulmine ad umbras,
Pallentes vmbras Erebi, noctem (que) profundam;
Antè, pudor, quàm te violem, aut tua iura resoluam.
Ille meas, primus qui me sibi iunxit, amores
Abstulit, ille habeat secum, seruet (que) sepulcre.
Sic effata, finum lacrymis impleuit obortis.
Anna res [...]rt: o luce magis dilecta sor [...]i,
Soláne perpetua marens carpere iuuenta?
Nec dulces natos, Veneris nec prenna noris?
Id emerem, aut manes credis curare sepultos?
Esto, agram nulli quondam flexere mariti,
Non Libya, non ante Tyro despectus Iarbas,
Ductoresque alij, quos Africa terra triumph [...]
Diues alit: placetóne etiam pugnabis amori?
Nec venit in mentem, quorum consederis aruis?
Hinc Getula vrbes genus insuperabile bello,
Et Numida infrani cingunt, & inhospita Syrti [...]
Hinc deserta fiti regio, late (que) furentes
Barcai, quid bella Tyro surgentia dicam,
Germanique minas
Dijs equidem auspicibus reor, & Iunone secunda
H [...]c cursum Iliacas vento venisse carinas.
Quam tu vrbem soror hanc cernes? qua surgere regna
Coniugio tali? Teuerûm comitantibus armis
Punica se quantis at tollet gloria rebus?
Tu modò posce deos veniam, sacris qúe litatis
Indulge hospitio, caussa [...]qúe innecte morandi:
Dum pelago de sauit hiems, & agnosus Orion,
Quassat aque rates, & non tractabile caelum.
Hu dictumcensum animum inflammauit amore:
Spemqúe deda dubia menti, soluitqúe pudotem.
Principio delubra adeunt, pacemqúe per aras
Exquirunt, mactant lectas de more bidentes
Legifera Cereri, Phoeboqúe, patriqúe Lyao,
Iunoni ante omnes, cui vincla iugalia curae,
Ipsa tenens deutra pateram pulcherrima Dido,
Candentis vacea media inter cornna fundit;
Aut ante or a deum pingues spatiatur ad aras
Instauratqúe diem donu; pecudumqúe reclusis
Pectoribus inhians, spirantia consulit exta.
Ileu vatum ignara mentes: quid votafurentem.
Quid delubra iuuant? est mollis flamma medullas
Interea, & tacitum viuit sub pectore vulnus.
Ʋritur infelix Dido, tot aqúe vagatur
Ʋrbe furens: qualis coniecta cerua sagitta,
Quam procul incautam nemora inter Cressia fixi [...]
Pastor agens telis, liquitqúe volatile ferrum
N [...]scius: illa fugo siluas, saltusqúe peragrat
Dictaos: haret lateri letalis arundo.
Nunc media Aeneam secum per mania ducet,
Sidoniasqúe ostentat opes, vrbemqúe paratam.
Incipit effari, mediaqúe in voce refistit.
Nunc eadem, labente die, conuinia quarit,
Iliaecosqúe iterum demens audire labores
Exposcit, pendetqúe iterum narrantis abire,
Post, vbi digressi, lumenqúe obscura viciss [...]m
Luna premit, suadentque cadentia sidera somn [...]
Sola domo marcet vaci [...], stratisqúe relielis
Incubat —
— illum absens absentem auditqúe, videtqúo:
Aut gremi [...] Ascanium genitoris imagine capta,
Detinet; infandum si fallere possit amorem.
Non captae assurgunt turres: non arma iuuentus
Exereet, portúsue, aut propugnacula bello
Tuta parant: pendent opera interrupta, minaeqúe
Murorum ingent [...]s, aequataqúe machina coelo.
Quam simul ac tal [...] persensit peste teneri
Cara Iouis coniux, nec samam obstare furori [...]
Talibus aggreditur Venerem Saturnia dictis.
Egrigiam vero laudem, & spolia ampla refertis
Tu (que), puer (que) tuus, magn [...]m & memorabile nomen:
Vna dolo diuûm si femina victa duorum est.
Nec me adeo fallit, veritam te moenia nostra
Suspectas habuisse domos Carthaginis altae.
Sed quis erit modus? [...]ut quo nunc certamine tanto?
Quin potius pacem aeternam, pactos (que) Hymenaeos
Exercemus? haba [...], tota quod mente petisti,
Ardet amans Dido, traxit (que) per ossa suro [...]em.
Communem hunc ergo populum, paribusꝗ regam [...]
Auspicij, liceat Phrygio seruire marito,
Dotalesꝗ tua Tyrios permittere dextra.
Olli (sensit enim simulata mente locutam,
Quo regnum Italiae Labycas auerteret ora [...])
Sic contra est ingressa Venus, Quis talia demens
Abnuat? aut t [...]cum malit contendere bello?
Si modò quod memoras fa [...] fortuna sequatur.
Sed satis incerta feror, si Iup [...] vnam
Esse velit Tyrijs vrbem, Troiaꝗ profectis,
Misceriue probet populos, aut foedera iungi.
Tu coniux: tibi fas animum tentare precando.
Perge: sequar, Tum sic excepit regia Iuno.
Mecum erit iste labor, nunc qua ratione, quod instat,
Confieri posset, paucis, aduerte, docebo
Ʋenatum Aeneas, vnaꝗ miscrrima Dido
In nemus ire parant, vbi primos craftinus ortus
Extulerit Titan, radusꝗ retexerit orbem.
Hu ego nigrantem commista grandine nimbum,
Dum trepidant ala, saltus (que) indagine cingunt,
De super infundam, & tonitrucaelum omne ciebo,
Diffugient comites, & nocte tegentur opaca.
Speluncam Dido, dux & Troianus eandem
Deuenient, adero, & tua si mihi certa voluntas,
Connubio tungam stabili, propriamqúe dicabo.
Hic Hymeneus erit. Non aduersata petenti
Annuit, atꝗ dolu risit Cytherea repertis.
Oceanum interea surgens aurora reliquit
It portis, iubare exorto, delecta iuuentus:
Retia rara, plagae, lato venabula ferro:
Massyliqúe ruunt equites, & odora canum vis.
Reginam thalamo cunctantem ad limina primi
Poenorum exspectant: ostroqúe insignis, & auro
Stat sonipes: ac frena ferox syumantia mandit.
Tandem progreditur, magna stipante caterna,
Sidoniam picto chlamydem circundata lymbo:
Cui pharetra ex auro, crines nodantur in aurum,
Aurea purpuream subnecti [...] fibula vestem.
Nec non & Phrygij comites & laetus Iulus
Incedunt ipse ante alios pulcerrimus omnes
Infers se socium Aeneas, at (que) agmina iungit.
Qualis, vbi hibernam Lyciam, Xantiqúe fluenta
Deserit, —
— ac Delum maternam innisit Apollo:
Instauratqúe choros, mistiqúe altaria circum
Cretesqúe, Dryopesqúe f [...]munt, pictiqúe Agathyrs [...].
Ipse iugis Cynthi graditur, molliqúe fluentem
Fronde premit crinem fingens, atꝗ implicat aura:
Tela sonant humeris, haud ille segnior [...]bat
Aeneas: tantum egregio decus enitet ore.
Postquam altos ventum in montes, atꝗ inuia lustra,
Eccefera saxi delectae vertice capra
Decurrere iugis. alia de p [...]rte patentes
Transmittunt cursis camp [...]s, atque agmina c [...]rui
Puluerulenta fuga glomerant, montes (que) relinquunt.
At puer Ascanius medijs in vallibus acri
Gaudet equo, iam (que) hos cursu, iam praterit illos
Spumantemqúe d [...]ripecora inter inertia votis
Optat aprum, aut fuluum descendere monte leonem.
Interea magno misceri murmure coelum
Incipit: insequitur commista grandine nimbus.
Et Tyrij comites passim, & Trotanae iuuentus.
Dardamus (que) nepos Vener [...] diuersa per agros
Tecta metupetiere: ruunt de montibus amnes,
Speluncam Dido, dux & Troianuseandem
Deueniunt prima & Tellus, & pronuba Iuno
Dan [...] signum, fulsere igne [...], & conscius ather
Connubij, summo (que) vlalarunt vertice nympha.
Ille dies primus leti, orimusqúe malorum
Caussa fuit neque enin [...] specie, famaút monetur,
Nec tam fartiuum Dido meditatur amorem:
Coniug [...] vocat: hoc pratexit nomine culpam,
Extemplo Libya magnasit fama per vrbes,
Fama, malum, quo non aliud velocius vllum:
Mobilitate vrget, viresqúe acquirit eundo,
Parua metu primo, —
— mox sese attollit in auras;
Ingroditurqúe solo, & caput inter nubila condit.
Illam terra parens, ira irritata deorum,
Extrema (vt perhibent) Ca [...], Enceladoque sororem
Progenuit, pedibus eclerem, & pernicibus alis,
Monstrum horrendum, ingens: cui quot sunt corpore pluma,
Tot vigilos oculi subter, (mirabile dictu)
Tot lingua, totidem ora sonant; tot subrig it anres:
Nocte volat cali medio, t [...]rraqúe per vmbram,
Stridens, nec dulci declinat lumina somn [...],
Luce sedet custos, aut summi culmine tecti,
Turribus aut altis, & magnas territat vrbes,
Tam ficti, prauiqúe tenax, quàm nuntia veri.
Hac tum multiplici populos sermone replebat
Gaudens, & partier facta, atque infecti canebat:
Ʋenisse Aeneam, Troiano à sanguine cretums
Cu [...]se pulcra viro dignetur iungere Dido.
Nunc hiemem inter se luxu, quam longa fouere,
Regnorum immemores, turpiqúe cupidine captos,
Hac passim dea foeda virûm diffundit in ora:
Protinus ad regem cursus detorquet Iarbam:
Incenditqúe animum dictis, atque aggeratiras.
Hic Ammone satus, rapta Garamantide nympha,
Templa Ioui centum latis immania regnis,
Centum aras posuit, vigilemqúe sacrauerat ignem,
Excubias diuûm aternas, pecudumqúe cruore
Pingue solum, & varijs filorentia limina sertis.
Itque amens animi, & riamore accensus amare,
Dicitur ante ara [...], media inter numina diuism,
Multa Iouem manibus supplex orasse supinis.
Iupiter omnipotens, cui nunc Maurisia pictis,
Gens epulata toris Lenaum libat honorem,
Adspicis hac? an te genitor, cùm fulmina torques,
Nequidquam horremus? caciqúe in nubibus ignes
Terrificant animos, & inania murmura miscent?
Femina, qua nostris errant in finibus vrbem
Exiguam pretio posuit, eus litus arandum,
Cuiqúe loci leges dedimus, co [...]ubia nostra
Reppulit, ac dominum Aenean in regna recepit.
Et nunc ille Paris cum semiuiro comitatu
M [...]nia mentum m [...]tra, crinemqúe madentem
Subnixus, rapto potitur: nos munera templis
Quippe tuu ferimus famamqúe fouemus inanem,
Talibus orantem dictis, arasqúe tenentem
Audijt omnipotens, oculosque ad moenia torsit
Regia, & oblitos fama melioris amantes.
Tunc sic Mercurium alloquitur, ac talia mandat.
Vade age, nate, voca Zephyros; & labere pennis,
Dard aniumqúe ducem, Tyria Carthagine qui nunc
Exfpectat, fatisqúe datas non respicit vrbes,
Alloquere, & coleres defer mea dicta per auras.
Non illum nobis genitrix pulcherrima talem
Promisit, Graiúmqúe ideo bis vindicat armis;
Sed fore, qui grauidam imperijs, belloqúe frementem
Italiam regeret, genus alto à sanguine Teucri
Proderet, ac t [...]tum sub leges mitteret orbem.
Si nulla accendit tantarum gloria rerum,
Nec super ipse sua molitur lande laborem:
Ascanione pater Romanas inuidet arce [...]?
Quid struit? aut qua spe inimica in gente moratur?
Nec prolem Ausoniam, & Lauinia respicit arua?
Nauiget, haec summa est: hic nostri huntius esto.
Dixerat: ille patris magni parere parabat
Imperio; & primum pedibus talaria nectit
Aucea: quae sublimem alis, sine aquorá supra,
Sen terram, rapido pariter cum flamine portant.
Tum vngam capit, hac animas ille euocat Orco
Pallentes, alias sub tristia tartara mirtit:
Dat somnos, adimitque, & lumina morte refignat.
Illa fretus agit ventos, & turbida tranat
Nubila, iarnqùe volani apicem, & latera ardua ternit
Alantis dari, alum qui vertice fulcit;
Atlantis, cinctum assiduè cui nubibus atris
Piniferum caput, & vento pulsatur, & imbri:
Nix humeros infusa tegit: tum flumina mento
Praecipitant senis, & glacie riget horrida barba.
Hic primum paribus nitens Cyllenius alis
Constitit: hinc toto praeceps se corpore ad vndas
Misit, aui similis, quae circum litora, circum
Piscosos scopulos humilis volat aeq [...]ra iuxta.
Haud aliter terras inter, calum [...] volabat,
Litus arenosum Libyae, ventosqúe secabat,
Materno veniens ab auo Cyllenia prole [...].
Vt primum alatis tetigit magalia plantis:
Aeneam fundantem arces, ac tecta nouant [...]
Conspicit, atque illi stellatus iaspide fulua
Ensis erat: Tyrioqúe ardebat muricelana
Demissa ex humeris: diues quae numera Dido
Fec [...]rat, & tenui telas discreuerat auro.
Contin [...]ò inuadit. Tu nunc Carthagini [...] alta
Fundamental [...]c [...]s, puleramqúe vxorius vrbem
Exstr [...]i [...] ha [...]regni, rerumque oblite tuarum.
Ipse d [...]ûm tibi m [...] claro demittit Olympo
Reg [...]at [...]r, calum & ter [...]as qui numine torquet:
Ips [...] h [...]c ferre iub [...] cel [...]res mandata per auras,
Quid struis? aut qua spe Libyc [...] teris etia terris?
Si te nulla [...]ouet tantarum gloria rerum,
Nec super ipse tua mol [...]s laude laborem:
As [...]nium surg [...]ntem, & spe [...] haredis Iuli
Respice; cui regnum Italia, Romanaqúe tellus
Deb [...], Fali Cylleneus [...]re locutus,
Mortales visus medi [...] serm [...]ne reliqu [...]t,
Et procul in ten [...] ne ocul [...] [...]euartuit auram.
At ver [...] AEneas aspectus obnu [...]tuit amens;
Arrectaqú [...] [...]or [...]ero c [...]ma; & vox faucibus hasit.
Ardet abire fuga, dulcesque relinquere terras,
Attenitus tanto mo [...]itas, imperioqúe deorum.
H [...]n quid agat? quo nun [...] reginam ambir [...] furentem
Audeat affat [...]? qua prima exordia sumat?
Atque animum nunc huc celorem, nunc diuidit illuc,
In partesqúe rapit varias, ponq [...] omina versat.
Ha [...] alternanti potior sententia visa est.
Mnesthea Sorgostumqúe vocat, for tamqúe Cl [...]anthum:
Classem aptent taciti; socio [...] ad litera cogant;
Arma parent: & quae sit rebus caussa nouandis,
Dissimulent: sosa interea, quando optima Dido
Nesciat, & tantos rumpi non sparet amores,
T [...]aturum aditus, & qua [...] mollissima fandi
Tempora, qui rebus denter modus ocy [...]s [...]mne [...]
Imperio lati parent, ac iussa fac [...]ssunt.
At regina d [...]l [...]s (quis fall [...] possit amantem?)
Prasensit, mo [...]qúe [...]p w t primus futures,
Omnia tuta timens, eadem impia fama furenti
De tulit, armari classem, cursumque parari.
Sauit mops animi, tot ámque incensa per vrbem
Bacchatur: qualis commotis excita sacris
Thyas, vbi audito stimulant Trieterica Baccho
Orgia, nocturnúsque vocat clamore Cithaeron.
Tandem his Aeneam compellat vocibus vltro:
Dissimulare etiam sperasti perfide tantum
Posse nefas? tacitusque mea decedere terra?
Nec te noster amor, nec te data dextera quondam,
Nec moritura tenet crudeli funere Dido?
Quin etiam hiberno moliris sidere classem:
Et medijs properas aquilonibus ire per altum
Crudelis quid si non arua aliena, domósque
Ignotas peteres, & Troia antiqua maneret,
Trota per vndosum peteretur classibus aequor?
Méne fugis? per ego has lacrymas, dextramqúe tuam te,
Quando aliud mihi iam misera nihil ipsareliqui,
Fer connubia nostra, per inceptos hymenaos,
Si bene quid de te merui, fuit aut tibi quicquam
Dulce meum; miserere domus labentis, & istam
Oro (si quis adhuc precibus locus) ex [...]e ment [...]m,
Te propter Libycae gentes, Nomadúmuqe tyran [...]
Odere infensi Tyrij: te prapter eundem
Extinctus pudor, &, qua sola sidera odibam,
Fama prior, quid me moribundam de seris hospes?
Hoc solum nomen quontam de coniuge restat.
Quid moror? an mea Pygmalion dum moenia frat [...]r
Destruat? aut captam ducat Getulus Iarbas?
Salt [...]m si qua mihi de te suscepta fuisset
A [...]to fugam sobole [...];
— si quis mihi paruulus aula
Luderet Aeneas, qui te tantum ore referret:
Non equidem omnino capta, aut deserta viderer:
Diuerat, ille Ioui [...] monitis immota tenebat
Lumina, & obnixus curam sub corde premebat:
Tandem pauca refert: Ego te, quae plurima fando
Enumerare vales, nunquam regina negabo
Promeritam: nec me meminisse pigebit El [...]sae.
Dum memoripse mei, dum spiritus hos reget artus.
Pro re pauca loquar. Nec ego hanc abscondere furt [...]
Speraui (ne finge) fugam: nec coniugis vnquam
Praetendi taedas, aut haec in foedera veni.
Me si fata mais paterentur ducere vitam
Auspicijs, & sponte mea componere curas:
Vrbem Troianam primùm, dulcesqúe meorum
Reliquias colerem, & Priamítecta alta manerent,
Et recidiua manu posuissem Pergama victis.
Sed nunc Italiam magnam Grynaeus Apollo,
Italiam Lycia iussere capessere sortis.
Hic amor, hac patria est, site Carthaginis arces
Ph [...]nissam, Lybicaeqúe adspectus dotinct vrbis:
Quae tandem, Ausonia Teuero [...] considere terra,
Inuidia est? & nos fas extera quaerere regna.
Me patris Anchisa, quoties humentibus vmbris
Non operit terras, quoties astra ignea surgunt,
Admonet in somnis, & turbida terret imago:
Me puer Ascanius, capitisqúe iniuria cari,
Quem regno Hesperia fraudo, & fatalibus aruis,
Nunc etiam interpres dinûm, Ioue missus ab ipso,
(Test [...]r vtrum (que) caput) caleres mandata per auras
Detuli [...]:
— ipse deúm manife lo in lumine vidi
Intrantem muro [...], vocem (que) his auribus hausi.
Define me (que) tuis incendere, ta (que) querelis.
Italiam non sponte sequor.
Talia dicentem iam dudum auersa tu [...]tur,
Huc illuc voluens oculos, totúmque pererrat,
Luminibus tacitis, & sic acce [...]sa profatur:
Nec tibi diua parens generis nec Dardanus auctor
Perfide, sed duris genuit te cautibus h [...]rrens
Caucasus, Hyrcana (que) admorunt vbera tigres,
Nam quid dissimulo? aut quae me ad maiora reseruo?
Num fletu ingemuit nostro? num lumina stexit?
Num lacrymas victus dedit aut miseratus amantem est?
Quae quibus anteferam? iam iam nec maxima Iuno,
Nec Saturnius haec oculis pater adspicit aequis.
Nusquam tuta fides, eiectum littore egentem
Excepi, & regni demens in parte locaui:
Amissam classem, socios à morte reduxi.
Heu furijs incensa feror: tunc augur Apollo,
Nunc Lyciae sortes, nunc & Ioue missus ab ipso
Interpres diuûm fert horrida iussa per auras.
Scilicet is superis labor est, ea eura quietos
Soll [...]citat, neque te teneo, nequem dicta refello.
I, sequere Italiam ventis: pete regna per vndas:
Spero equidem medijs, si quid pia numina possunt,
Supplicia hausurum scopulis, & nomine Dido
Sape vocaturum: seq [...]ratris ignibus absen [...]:
Et, cù o [...] frigida mors anima seduxcrit artu [...],
Omnibus vmbra locis adero: dabis improbe poena [...].
Aud [...]am, & hac manes veniet mihi fama sub imos.
His medium dsctis sermonem abrumpit, & auras
Aegra fugit séque ex oculis auertit, & aufert,
Linquens multa metu cunctantem, & multa parantem
Dicere. suscipiunt [...]amulae, collapsaque membra
Marme [...]e oreferunt thalamo, startis (que) reponunt.
At pius Aeneas, quanquam lenire dolentem
Solando cupit, & dictis auertere curas,
Multa Gemens, magnò (que) animum labefactus amore,
Iussa tamen diuum exsequitur, classèmque reuisit.
Tum verò Teucri incumbunt, & littore c [...]lsas
Deducunt toto naues: natat vncta carma:
Frondentésque ferunt ramos, & robora silui [...]
In fabricata fuga studio.
Migranres cernas, totàque ex vrbe ruentes:
Ac veluti ingentem formicae farris aceruum
Cum populant, hyemis memores tectó (que) reponun t:
I e nigrum campis agmen pradám (que) per herbas
Conuectant colle angusto: pars grandia trudunt
Obnixè frumenta humeris, pars agmina cogunt,
Castigánt (que) moras opere omnis semita feruet.
Quis tibi tunc Dido cernenti talia sensus?
Quósuc dabas gemitus? cum littora feruere latè
Prospiceres arce ex summa, totúmque videres
Misceri ante oculos, tantis clamoribus aquor?
Improbe amor, quid non mortalia pectora cogis?
Ire iterum in lacrimas, iterum tentare precand [...]
Cogitur, & supplex animos submittere amori,
Ne quid inexpertum frustra moritura relinquat,
Anna, vides toto properari littore cir cum:
Vndique conuenere: vocatiam carbasus auras
Puppibus & laeti nauta imposutre coronas.
Hunc ego si potui tantùm sperare dolorem,
Et perferre, soror, potero: misera hoc tamen vnum
Exscquere, Anna mihi: solam nam perfidus ille
Te colere, arcanos etiam tibi credere sensus
Sola virimolles aditus, & tempora noras.
I soror, atque hostem supplex affare superbum,
Non ego cum Danais Trotanam excindere gente [...]s
Aulide turaui classémue ad Pergama misi,
Nec patris Anehisaeciner [...]s, manésuc reuelli.
Cur mea dicta negat duras dimittere in aures?
Quòruit? extremum hoc misera det munus ama [...],
Expectet facilêmque fugam ventós (que) ferentes:
Non iam coniugium antiquum, quod prodidit [...]re:
Nec pulchro vt Latio careat: regnum (que) relinquat.
Tempus inane peto, requíem spatiúmq [...]e suror [...],
Dum mea me victam docea: fortuna d [...]lore,
Extremam hanc oro veniam, (miserere sorori [...])
Quam mihi cum dederis, cumulatam morte relinquam.
Talibus orabat, talêsque miserrima fletus
Fêrtque, refertque soror, s [...]d nullis ille monetur
Fletibus, aut voces illas tract [...]bilis audit.
Fata obstant, placidâsqueviri deus obstr [...]t aures.
Ac veluti annosam validé cúm robore querc [...]
Alpini Borea nunc hinc uunc flatibus ill [...]n [...]
Eruere inter s [...] [...]rtant, it stridor, & altè
Consternunt terram concusso stipite frondes:
Ipsa haret scopulis, & quantum vertice ad auras
Aethereas, tantum radice in tartara tendit
Haud secus assiduis hinc, atque hinc, vocibus hero [...]
Tunditur, & magno persentit pectore curas,
Mens immota manet, lacrymae voluuntur inanes.
Tum verò infelix fatis exterrita Dido
Mortem orat: taedet coeli conuexa tueri
Quo magis inceptum peragat lucemque relinquat
Vidit, thuricremis cum dona imponeret aris,
(Horrendum dictu) latices nigrescere sacros,
Fusaque in obscoenum se vertare vina cruorem,
Hoc visum n [...]lli, non ipsa affata sorori est.
Praeterea fuit in tectis de marmore templum,
Contugis antiqui, miro quod honore colebat,
Velleribus niueis, & festa fronde reuinctum.
Hinc exaudiri voces, & verba vocantis
Visa viri, nox cùm terras obscura teneret.
Soláque culminibus serali carmine bubo
Saep [...] queri, & longas in fletum ducere voces.
Multáque praeterea vatum praedicta priorum
Terribili monitu horrificant, agit ipse furentem
In somnis ferus Aeneas: semperque relinquit
Sola si [...]i, semper longam incomitata videt [...]
Ire viam, & Tirios deserta quarere terra.
Eumenidura veluti demens videt agmina Pentheus,
Et solem geminum, & duplices se ostendere Thebas:
Aut Agamemnonius scenis agitatus Orestes,
Armatam facibus matrem, & serpentibus atris
Cùm fugit, vltricé (que) sedent in limine Dira.
Ergo, vbi concepi furias euicta dolore,
Decreuit (que) mori, tempus secum ipsa modúm (que).
Exigit, & moestan [...] dictis aggressa sororem
Consilium vultu tegit, ac spem fronte serenat.
Inueni, germana, viam (gratare sorori)
Quae mihi reddat eum, veleo me soluat amantem.
Occani finem iuxta, solémque cadentem
Vltimus Aethiopum locus est vbi maximus Atlas
Axem humero torquet stellis ardentibus aptum.
Hinc mihi Massyla gentis monstrata sacerdot,
Hesperidum templi custos, epulásque draconi
Qua dabat, & sacros seruabat in arbore ramos,
Spargens humida mella soperiferúmque papauer.
Haec si carminibus promittit soluere mentes,
Quas velit, ast alijs duras immittere curas,
Sistere aquam fluuijs, & vertere si era retro,
Nocturnósque ciet manes, mugire videbis
Sub pedibus torram, & descendere montibus orn [...]s:
Testor, cara, Deos, & te germana, tnúmque
Dulce caput, magicas muitam accingier artes.
Tu secreta pyram tecto interiore sub auras
Erige & arma virí, thalamo qua fixa reliqu [...]
Impius,
— exuuiúsque omnes lectúmqus iugalem,
Quo perij, super imponas, abolere nefandi
Cuncta viri monumenta iubet, monstratque sacerdos,
Hac effata si [...]et: pa [...]lor simul occupat or [...],
Non tamen Anna nouis pratexere funera sacris
Germanam credit, nec tantos mente furores
Concipit aut grauiora timet quàm morte Sichai.
Ergo iussa par [...]t.
At regina, pyra penetrali in sede sub auras
Erecta ingenti, tedis atque lice secta,
Intenditque locum sertis, & fronde coronat
Funerea: super exuuias, ensémque relictum,
Effigiémque toro locat, haud ignara futuri.
Stant arae circum, & crines effusa sacerdot
Tercentum tonat ore Deos, Herebūmꝗ Chaósꝗ,
Tergeminámque Hecaten, tria virginis ora Diana.
Sparserat & latices simulatos fontis Aucrni,
Falcibus & messa ad lunam quaeruntur ahtnis
Pabentes herba nigri cum lacte veneni.
Quaeritur, & nascentis equi de fonte reuulsus,
Et matri praereptus amor.
Ipsa mola, manibúsque pijt alteria iuxta,
Vn [...]m exuta pedem vinc [...]s, in veste recincta,
Testatur meritura deos, & conscia fati
Sidera, tum si quod non aequo foedere amantes
Curae numen habet, instúmque memórque pracatur.
Nox erat, & placidum carpobant fessa soporem
Corpora per terras:
— filuaeque & saua quicrant
Aequora: cùm medio voluuntur sidera lapsis:
Cùm tacet omis ager: pecudes picta que volu [...]res
Quaeqúe lacus latè liquidos, quaeqúe aspera dumis
Rura tenent, somno posita sub nocte silenti
Lenibant curas, & corda oblita laborum.
At non infelix animi Phoenissa, nec vnquam
Soluitur in somnos, oculísue, aut pectore noctem
Accipit, ingeminant curae, rursúsque resurgent
Sauit amor, magnoque irarum fluctuat aestu.
Sic adeò insistit, secúmque ita corde volutat:
En quid agam? rursas ne procos irrisa priores
Experiar? Nomadúmque petam connubia supplex,
Quos ego sum toties iam dedignata, maritos?
Iliacas igitur classes atque vltima Teucrûm
Iussa sequar? quia ne auxilio iuuat ante leuatos?
Et bene apud memores veteri stat gratia facti?
Quis me antem (fac velle) sinet, ratibúsque superbis
Irrisam accipiet? nescis hen perdita, nec dum
Laomadonte a sentis periuria gentis?
Quid tum? sola fuga nauta [...] comitabor onantes,
An Tyrijs, omníque manu stipata meorum
Insequar, & quos Sidonia vix vrbe reuelli,
Rursus agam pelago, & ventis dare vela iubebo
Quin morere, vt merita es, ferròque auerte dolorem,
Tu lacrymis euicta meis tu prima furentem
His germana malis oneras, atque obijcis hosti.
Non lieuit thalami expertem sine crimine vitam
Degere more fera?
— tales nec tangere curas▪
Non seruata fides, cineri promissa Sichaeo?
Tantos illa suo rumpebat pectore questus.
Aeneas celsa in puppt, tam certus eundi,
Carpebat somnos, rebus iam retè paratis.
H [...]ic se forma Dei vultu redeuntis eodem
Obtulit in somnis: [...]ursúsque ita visa monere est,
Omnia Mercurio similis vocêmque, colorémque
Et crinesflanos & membra decora iuuenta:
Nate dea, potes hoc sub casis ducere somnos?
Nec, qua circunstent te deinde pericula, cernis
Demens? nec Zephyros audis spirare secundos?
Illa dolos, dirúmque nefas in pectore versat.
Certa mori, varióque irarum fluctuat aestis.
Non fugis hinc praeceps dum praecipitare potestas?
Iam mare turbari trabibus, saeuasque videbis
Collucere faces, iam feruere litora flammis,
Si te his attigerit terris aurora morantem.
Eia age rumpe moras: varium, & mutabile semper
Foemina, sic fatus, nocti se imm [...]scuit atrae.
Tum verò Aeneas subitis exterritus vmbris,
Corripitè somno corpus, sociosqúe fatigat:
Praecipites vigilate viri, & considite transtris:
Solu [...]te vela citi, deus athere missus ab alto
Festinare fugam, tortósque incidere funes,
Ecce iterum stimulat, sequimur, te sancte, deorum
Quisquis es, imperióque iterum paremus ouantes.
Adsis ó placidúsque iuues,
— & fidera coelo
Dextra feras dixit, vagináque eripit ensem
Fulmineum, strictóque serit retinacula ferro.
Idem omnes simul ardor habet, rapiúnt (que), ruúnt (que)
Littora deseruere: lat et sub classibus aequor:
Adnixi torquent spumas, & caerula verrunt.
Et iam prima nouo spargebat lumine terras
Tithoni croceum linqúens Aurora cubile.
Regina è speculis vt primúm albescere lucem
Vidit, & aequatis classem procedere velis,
Litoraqúe, & vacuos sensit sine remige portus;
Terqúe quaterqúe manu pectus percussa decorum,
Flauantesqúe abscissa comas, pro Iupiter, [...]bit
Hic, ait, & nostris illuserit aduena regnis?
Non arma expedient, totaqúe ex vrbe sequentur,
Diripientqúi rates aij naualibus? ite,
Ferte citi flammas, date vela, impellite remos.
Quid loquor? aut vbi sum? quae mentem insania mutat?
Infelix Dido, nunc te fata impia tangunt.
Tum decuit, cúm sceptra dabas. en dextra, fidesqúe,
Quem secum patrios aiunt portare penates,
Quem subijsse humeris confectum aetate parentem,
Non potui abreptum diuellere corpus, & vndis, Spargere?
— non socios? non ipsum absumere ferro
Ascamum, patrijs (que) epulandum apponere mensis?
Verùm anceps pugnae fueras fortuna, fuisset,
Quem metui moritura? faces in castra tulissem:
Implessém (que) foros flammis natumque patremque
Cum genere extinxem: memet super ipsa dedissem
Sol, qui terra tum flammis opera omnia lustras,
Túque harum interpres curarum & conscia Iuno,
Nocturnisque Hecatetriuijs vlutata per vrbes,
Et dirae vltrices, & dij morientis Elisae,
Accipite hac, meritúmque malis auertite numen:
Et nostas audite preces si tangere portus
Infandum caput, ac terris adnare necesse est.
Et si fata Iouis poscunt: hic terminus haret.
At bello aduacis populi vexatus, & armis,
Finibus extortis, complexu analsus Iuli,
Auxilium imploret, vide átque indigna suerum
Funera, nec cúm sub leges pacis inîquae
Tradiderit, regno, an optata luce fruatur,
Sed cadat antedem, mediáque inhumatus arena.
Haec précor, hanc vocem extremam cum sanguine fundo.
Tum vos ô Tyrij stripem, & genus omne futurum
Exercete adijs, cineríque hac mittite nostro
Munera: nullus amor populis, nec foedera sunto.
Exoriare aliquis nostris ex ossibus vltor.
Quiface Dardantos ferioque sequare colonos,
Nunc olim quocunque dabunt se tempore vires,
Littora littoribus contraria fluctibus vndas
Imprecor,
— arma armis pugnent ipsíque n [...]potes,
Hac a [...]t, & partes animum versabat in omnes,
Inuisam quareus quum primúm abrum pere lucem.
Tum brauiter Barcen nutricem affata Sichaei:
Nam (que) suam patria antiqua ciuis ater habebat.
Annam cara mihi nutrix huc siste sororem:
Dic, corpus properet fluuiali spargere lympha:
Et pecudes secum, & monstrata piacula ducat.
Sic veniat túque ipsa pia tege tempora vitta.
Sacra Ioui Stygio qua ritè incepta paraui,
Perficere est animus, finémque imponere curi [...],
Dardanij (que), rogum capitis permittere flammae.
Sic ait: illa gradum studio celeraba [...] anili.
Ac trepida, & coeptis immanibus effera Dido
Sanguineam voluens acíem, mac [...]lísque rementes
Interfusa genas, & pallida morte futura,
Interiera domus irrumpit limina & altos
Conscendit furibunda rogos, ensemque recludes
Dardanium, non hoc quasitum munus in vsus.
Hic postquam Iliacas vestes notúmque cubile
Conspexit, paulum in lachrymis & mente morata,
Incubuitque toro dixitque nouissima verba:
Dulces ex [...]iae, dum fata deúsque sinebant,
Accipite hanc animam, meqúe his exsoluite curis,
Ʋini & quem dederat cursum fortuna peregi:
Et nunc magna mei sub terris ibit imago.
Vrbem praclaram statui;
— mea mania vidi [...]
Vlta virum poenas inimico à fratre recepi.
Felix, hois nimium felix, si littera tantúm
Nunquam Dardania terigissent nostra carina.
Dixit & os impressa toro, moriemur inul [...]ae?
Sed moriamur, ait: sic sic iuuat ire sub vmbra [...].
Hauriat hunc oculis ignem crndelis ab alto
Dardanus, & nostra secum ferat omina mortis.
Dixerat: atque illam media inter talia ferro
Collapsam adspiciunt comites, ensémque cruore
Spummantem, sparsásque manus it clamor ad alta
Atria: concussam bacchatur fama per vrbem.
Lamentis gemitúque, & foemineo, vlulatis
Tecta fremunt: resonat magnis plangoribus ather:
Non aliter, quàm si immissis ruat hostibus omnis
Carthago, aut antiqua Tyros, flammaque furentes
Culmina perque hominum voluantur, vérque deorum.
Audijt examinis, trepidóque ex territa cursis,
Vnguibus ora soror foedans, & pectora pugnis
Per medios ruit, ac morientém nomine clamat,
Hoc illud germana fuit? me fraude petebas?
Hoc rogus iste m [...]hi, hoc ignes, araequ [...] parabant?
Quid primum deserta quera [...]? comitem ne sororem
Spreuisti moriens? eadem me ad fata vocasses:
Idem anibas ferro dolor, atque eadem hora tulisset.
His etiam struxi manibus, patriósque vocaui
Voce de est sic te vt posita crudelis abessem?
Extinxite, me qúe soror, populumqúe patrésque
Sidomos, vrbémque tuam date,
— vulnera lymphis
Abluam, & extremus si quis, super hallitus errat,
Ore legam, sic fata, gradus euaserat altos,
Simianimemque sinu germanam amplexa fouebat
Cum gemitis, atque atros ficcabat veste cruores.
Illa grauis oculos eonata attollere, rursus
Deficit: infinum stridet sub pectore vulnus.
Ter sese attollens, cubitóque innixa leuauit:
Ter reuolut a toro est, oculísque errantibus alto
Quaesiuit coelo lucem, ingomuítque reperta.
Tum Iuno omnipotens longum miserata dolorem
Difficilésq [...]e obitus, Irim demisit olympo:
Qua luctantem animam, nexosque resolueret artus
Nam, quia nec fato, merita nec morte peribat,
Sed misera ante diem, subitóque accensa furore,
Nondum illi flauum Prosperpina vertice crinem
Abstulerat, Stygiòque caput damnauerat O [...]co.
Ergo Iris croceis per coelum roscida p [...]nnis,
Mille trahens varios aduerso sole colores
Deuolat, & supra caput astitit hunc ego Diti
Sacrum iussa fero, téque isto corpore soluo,
Sic ait, & dextra crinem secat: omnis & vnà
Dilapsus calor, atque in ventos vita recessit.
FINIS.

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