The .xiii. Bookes of Aeneidos The first twelue beeinge the woorke of the diuine Poet Virgil Maro, and the thirtenth the supplement of Maphaeus Vegius. Translated into English verse to the fyrst third part of the tenth Booke, by Thomas Phaher ... and the residue finished, and now the second time newly setforth for the delite of such as are studious in Poetrie: By Thomas Twyne [i.e. Thomas Phaer] |
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THE TENTH BOOKE of the Æneidos of Uirgill.
The Argument.
Iupiter calling a parliament of Gods, exhorteth thē to concord. 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 the first causers of war, & in Venus her selfe. When Iupiter perceaueth they would grow to no agreement, to offend neither his wife nor his daughter: he promiseth to take part with neither, 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 wt all their might, & this in Latium. Aeneas hauing brought al things in Etruria to wished end, beinge assisted by diuers peoples: returneth to his mates with a nauye of thirtie sayle. There hee meeteth with the Nimphes that were not long before transformed from ships, & is by them certefied both of the losse of his fleete, and of the daunger of his men. Then he landeth his power within the sight of his enemies. The Rutilians leaue the siege, and run to shoare to kepe the enemy from landinge. There they fight with great losse on both sides. Where Pallas, after many slaughters on his enemies: is at length slaine by Turnus. With sorow wherof, Aeneas all enraged: maketh plenty bloudoffrings on his foes for his frends soule. Thē 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, & by force of a tempest, bringeth him to the shoare neare Ardea. Mezentius then, at Iupiters cōmaundment, entreth ye battle, and sleyth many both Troians and Etruscans, vntil Aeneas haue wounded him, & being rescued by Lausus his sun: is scarce able to depart the field. Lausus is also sleyne by Aeneas whilst he endeuoreth to reuenge his fathers wound. Which when Mezentius vnderstood: he returneth into the battle, & is sleyne by the same hand yt his sun was.
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open in this while of glorious god th'almighty 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 lofty low beholds, both Troians fort, and Latins bands.
In parliment house they sat twigated wide: him selfe begins,
Celestials great, how happens now so soone your sentence twins
Reuoltyng iudgement fixt? why shew ye thus with minds vnmeete,
Ioue foredefending warres, by Latins now on Troyan fleete?
What discord now contrarious makes 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, call not to fast for fatall houres,
When wilde Carthago proud in tract of yeres to Romish towres
Destruction great shal send, and mountaine tops down tearing breake.
Than spare not your despites, 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
Replied as thus.
The father of gods, & king of men him self doth councel cal
Into the starbright seat, whens kingdoms large in seas and landes
He lofty low beholds, both Troians fort, and Latins bands.
In parliment house they sat twigated wide: him selfe begins,
Celestials great, how happens now so soone your sentence twins
Ioue foredefending warres, by Latins now on Troyan fleete?
What discord now contrarious makes 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, call not to fast for fatall houres,
When wilde Carthago proud in tract of yeres to Romish towres
Destruction great shal send, and mountaine tops down tearing breake.
Than spare not your despites, 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
Replied as thus.
O father, O thou euerlasting strength of god, and man,
For what thinge els haue we to whom for helpe now cry we can?
You see how Rutils rampe and with what brauery bolne in pride
King Turnus prosperous rydes, scant in their wals can Troians bide,
But euen amids their gates, euen on their bulworks rampier brims
They bickring dayly die, that trench and dich with bloodshead swims.
Aeneas absent knowes not this, will you giue neuer leaue
To rest poore soules from siege, must enmies euer still downe reaue
The walles of springing Troy? and yet more stil with straūgers hoasts
Poore Troians troubled bin, yet ones againe from Greekish coasts
Must Diomedes ryse? I wene my flesh must yet be cut,
And mee your heauenly child man mortall shall to daungers put.
But if contrary to the pleasue of your heauenly grace,
In Italy ben Troians entred wrong, vsurping place,
Than let them buy their sinnes, nor ayde them not, but if they haue
But folowed your precepts, which gods and spright such numbers gau
Why now should any creature dare controle or hang down groyne
To bend backe your decrees, or destnies now presume to royne?
What should I now reherse our nauy brent at Sicil shore?
Or name the king of stormes with all his tempest winde vprore
Against vs whole vpraisde, and Raynbow clouds so oft down strainde.
And now the fends forsoth, for that one quarter yet remainde
Unsought besides the world, yet sodenly lo thence to skies
Alecto reare she did, and made by madnesse towns vprise.
Supremitie, nor for their empier moues me not such things,
We looked long in vaine while 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 Troians poore for spite, nor countrey none, nor place to liue,
Yet by the piteous fall of smoking Troy from soyle destroyed,
Good father I beseeke, let me Ascanius keepe 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 bee, let him go proue,
Yet let me saue his childe and him from battails hard remoue.
In Cypres land some cities faire I haue, I haue Cythere,
Idalium, Paphos hie, and Amathus, let him dwell there,
Unfamous free from wars, and honourlesse lead out his age.
Than may your grace condempne all Italy to great Carthage
In slauedome vnder Moores, no hindraunce than to Affrick towres
Can come, large empier rule they may no Troians 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 wide seas with paines outworne,
While Troians Latium seeke, to reyse the walles so oft down torne?
Had it not better been, if in their countreys reking dust,
On soyle where Troy did stand they setled had, than thus to trust?
Yet giue them wretches leaue to turne their backs, and home retier
Unto their natiue streames, lorde be so good at my desier.
Reuert their former toyles, all miseries that earst haue beene
Giue ones againe to Troians gracious sir. Than Iuno Queene
Enforst with furious rage vprose: why doost thou me constraine
Deepe silence now to breake, and to disclose my couched paine?
Did either god or man Aeneas thine to war compell?
King Latin to impugne, or yet his subiects cause rebell?
Italia land he tooke by destnies worde, admit so were
Through mad Cassandras sprite, yet did we euer tyre him there
To leaue his campe vnkept? and to the winds his life commit?
To giue his childe the charge of walles, and wars did we 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 sore? or where was Iuno than, or bowe down sent with shoures?
Is it so vyle a thing that springing Troy besieged stands
With fier? and that king Turnus seekes to saue his countrey lands,
Of king Pilumnus blood Venilia Nimph that had to dame?
What is for Troian theeues, all Italy with bronds to flame,
Subdue their neighbours lands, and robbrie booties riue by snaps,
Compel men giue them wiues, and spouses reaue frō parents laps,
Entreat for peace by beckes, and traitors arme their ships for traps?
Thou couldst Aeneas thine from hands of Greekes somtime withdraw,
Suppliedst his place with cloude, with empty winde of wauering flaw.
Thou couldst conuert their fleete to seuerall ships with storms renewd.
If wee helpe Rutils ought, lo what a sin, what broile is brewd?
Aeneas absent knowes not this? nor may he absent know.
Thou hast Cithera townes, hie Paphos, and Idalium low,
Why troublous sturst thou thus mens angry moodes, why doost procure
New warres to Latium town that trauayls old could scant endure?
Ist wee 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, th'aduoutrer stale the Sparta Queene?
Gaue I them tooles to trie, or louers wars mainteind with spleene?
Then oughst haue ben affraid for thine, now causles doost but square
In vaine, 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 puffes they wag the woods, and tombling blind with soft vprore,
They nere pronostike winds, and tels the seaman stormes before.
For what thinge els haue we to whom for helpe now cry we can?
You see how Rutils rampe and with what brauery bolne in pride
King Turnus prosperous rydes, scant in their wals can Troians bide,
But euen amids their gates, euen on their bulworks rampier brims
They bickring dayly die, that trench and dich with bloodshead swims.
Aeneas absent knowes not this, will you giue neuer leaue
To rest poore soules from siege, must enmies euer still downe reaue
The walles of springing Troy? and yet more stil with straūgers hoasts
Poore Troians troubled bin, yet ones againe from Greekish coasts
Must Diomedes ryse? I wene my flesh must yet be cut,
And mee your heauenly child man mortall shall to daungers put.
But if contrary to the pleasue of your heauenly grace,
In Italy ben Troians entred wrong, vsurping place,
Than let them buy their sinnes, nor ayde them not, but if they haue
But folowed your precepts, which gods and spright such numbers gau
Why now should any creature dare controle or hang down groyne
To bend backe your decrees, or destnies now presume to royne?
What should I now reherse our nauy brent at Sicil shore?
Or name the king of stormes with all his tempest winde vprore
Against vs whole vpraisde, and Raynbow clouds so oft down strainde.
And now the fends forsoth, for that one quarter yet remainde
Unsought besides the world, yet sodenly lo thence to skies
Alecto reare she did, and made by madnesse towns vprise.
Supremitie, nor for their empier moues me not such things,
We looked long in vaine while fortune was, but this not wrings.
Make victours whom you fauour most, our hope so hie not springs.
To Troians poore for spite, nor countrey none, nor place to liue,
Yet by the piteous fall of smoking Troy from soyle destroyed,
Good father I beseeke, let me Ascanius keepe 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 bee, let him go proue,
Yet let me saue his childe and him from battails hard remoue.
In Cypres land some cities faire I haue, I haue Cythere,
Idalium, Paphos hie, and Amathus, let him dwell there,
Unfamous free from wars, and honourlesse lead out his age.
Than may your grace condempne all Italy to great Carthage
In slauedome vnder Moores, no hindraunce than to Affrick towres
Can come, large empier rule they may no Troians 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 wide seas with paines outworne,
While Troians Latium seeke, to reyse the walles so oft down torne?
Had it not better been, if in their countreys reking dust,
On soyle where Troy did stand they setled had, than thus to trust?
Yet giue them wretches leaue to turne their backs, and home retier
Unto their natiue streames, lorde be so good at my desier.
Reuert their former toyles, all miseries that earst haue beene
Giue ones againe to Troians gracious sir. Than Iuno Queene
Enforst with furious rage vprose: why doost thou me constraine
Deepe silence now to breake, and to disclose my couched paine?
Did either god or man Aeneas thine to war compell?
King Latin to impugne, or yet his subiects cause rebell?
Italia land he tooke by destnies worde, admit so were
Through mad Cassandras sprite, yet did we euer tyre him there
To leaue his campe vnkept? and to the winds his life commit?
To giue his childe the charge of walles, and wars did we 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 sore? or where was Iuno than, or bowe down sent with shoures?
Is it so vyle a thing that springing Troy besieged stands
With fier? and that king Turnus seekes to saue his countrey lands,
Of king Pilumnus blood Venilia Nimph that had to dame?
Subdue their neighbours lands, and robbrie booties riue by snaps,
Compel men giue them wiues, and spouses reaue frō parents laps,
Entreat for peace by beckes, and traitors arme their ships for traps?
Thou couldst Aeneas thine from hands of Greekes somtime withdraw,
Suppliedst his place with cloude, with empty winde of wauering flaw.
Thou couldst conuert their fleete to seuerall ships with storms renewd.
If wee helpe Rutils ought, lo what a sin, what broile is brewd?
Aeneas absent knowes not this? nor may he absent know.
Thou hast Cithera townes, hie Paphos, and Idalium low,
Why troublous sturst thou thus mens angry moodes, why doost procure
New warres to Latium town that trauayls old could scant endure?
Ist wee 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, th'aduoutrer stale the Sparta Queene?
Gaue I them tooles to trie, or louers wars mainteind with spleene?
Then oughst haue ben affraid for thine, now causles doost but square
In vaine, 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 puffes they wag the woods, and tombling blind with soft vprore,
They nere pronostike winds, and tels the seaman stormes before.
Th'almighty father than that all thing rules in totall some,
Bespake, and at his speech, the court of high gods staggred domme,
And from the grounds the soyle contrembling shooke, than lofty ayre,
Than winds layd downe their noyse, and calme sea surges setled fayre.
Bespake, and at his speech, the court of high gods staggred domme,
And from the grounds the soyle contrembling shooke, than lofty ayre,
Than winds layd downe their noyse, and calme sea surges setled fayre.
Take this therfore in minde, and in your brests imprint my saws,
Since Rutils with the Troians will not knit nor take no laws,
And forasmuch we see your quarell striuings make none ends:
Loke how mens fortune stands, this day what hope ech one pretends,
Be it Troian or Italian he, no difference finde they shall,
Our iudgement right shall stand, this is our sentence once for all.
If fatall fortune be that Troian campe besieged is,
Or Troians by deceit Italia lands haue taken amis,
Nor Rutils we discharge, ech mans owne medlings euen or od
Shal praise or penaunce bring, Ioue sits in different all mens god.
The destnies will inuent a way, yea by our brothers brooke,
By pitch of Lymbo pits, by gulfs and lakes so glom 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 all did close.
The Rutils all this while, 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, wt strēgth which thin thei 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 stoode the brethren twaine
Of king Serpedon great, than noble Ethmon dragd his traine
With lords of Lycia land, him selfe right huge with total might,
For burthen bare a rock, a mountaines peece not small in fight.
Syr Agmon at Lyrnesia borne, inferior not in facts
To great sir Clitius his syre, or his brother Mnesteus acts.
Those ply their darts, these other striue to fend with stones and bowes.
Their wield fire fast they fling, from sinowy strings sharpe shafts out throwes.
Him selfe amids them chief dame Venus darling, iustest care,
Their yong prince loth proceedes with reuerent face headnaked bare.
As perle it precious shynes, or glistring stone bright gold that parts,
Which garnish maidens necks, or set forth heads, or as whan arts
Haue medled finely moldes, and Iuery cleere enclosd in boxe,
From tablet seemly shewes, his milkwhite shoulders lifts his locks,
His heare downshadowing shed, but gold embroiding bindes their docks.
Since Rutils with the Troians will not knit nor take no laws,
And forasmuch we see your quarell striuings make none ends:
Loke how mens fortune stands, this day what hope ech one pretends,
Be it Troian or Italian he, no difference finde they shall,
Our iudgement right shall stand, this is our sentence once for all.
If fatall fortune be that Troian campe besieged is,
Or Troians by deceit Italia lands haue taken amis,
Nor Rutils we discharge, ech mans owne medlings euen or od
Shal praise or penaunce bring, Ioue sits in different all mens god.
By pitch of Lymbo pits, by gulfs and lakes so glom 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 all did close.
The Rutils all this while, 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, wt strēgth which thin thei 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 stoode the brethren twaine
Of king Serpedon great, than noble Ethmon dragd his traine
With lords of Lycia land, him selfe right huge with total might,
For burthen bare a rock, a mountaines peece not small in fight.
Syr Agmon at Lyrnesia borne, inferior not in facts
To great sir Clitius his syre, or his brother Mnesteus acts.
Those ply their darts, these other striue to fend with stones and bowes.
Their wield fire fast they fling, from sinowy strings sharpe shafts out throwes.
Him selfe amids them chief dame Venus darling, iustest care,
Their yong prince loth proceedes with reuerent face headnaked bare.
As perle it precious shynes, or glistring stone bright gold that parts,
Which garnish maidens necks, or set forth heads, or as whan arts
Haue medled finely moldes, and Iuery cleere enclosd in boxe,
From tablet seemly shewes, his milkwhite shoulders lifts his locks,
His heare downshadowing shed, but gold embroiding bindes their docks.
Thee there also coragious knight sir Ismar all men saw,
With cast of canes enuenimed, thine enemies blood to draw.
Thou gentle knight of gentle Meons house, where fields right fat
Bene batfull wrought with men, where flood Pactolus gold doth scrat.
Syr Mnesteus also there was seene, whom proud of al mens praise,
For Turnus hard repulse, much glory hie to heauen doth raise.
And Capis, he to Capua towne did surname furst deriue.
They still 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 seekes, what help also he brings, what peoples mights
Mezentius gathering drawes, of Turnus brest the spitefull sprights
He shewes, and wherupon mans wit in such case may conclude
He giues aduise, with mixt entreating words: all which thing vewde,
Strait Tarchon ioynes his strength, & leage cōpoūds, thā free frō crime
By destny songs of gods, the Lydian host did nauie clime,
With alean, lord for guide. Aeneas formost helde shith ship,
Her stately stem on streames, with Lions large of Troy doth slip,
With Ida mount on pup most freendly signe to Troyans lost:
There great Aenas sits, and with him selfe reuoluing tost
The various ends of warres. On left hand Pallas next his side.
And now the stars he seekes that ships in dim night serue to guide.
Now call to minde he doth, by seas and lands his trauailes tride.
With cast of canes enuenimed, thine enemies blood to draw.
Thou gentle knight of gentle Meons house, where fields right fat
Bene batfull wrought with men, where flood Pactolus gold doth scrat.
Syr Mnesteus also there was seene, whom proud of al mens praise,
For Turnus hard repulse, much glory hie to heauen doth raise.
And Capis, he to Capua towne did surname furst deriue.
They still 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,
Mezentius gathering drawes, of Turnus brest the spitefull sprights
He shewes, and wherupon mans wit in such case may conclude
He giues aduise, with mixt entreating words: all which thing vewde,
Strait Tarchon ioynes his strength, & leage cōpoūds, thā free frō crime
By destny songs of gods, the Lydian host did nauie clime,
With alean, lord for guide. Aeneas formost helde shith ship,
Her stately stem on streames, with Lions large of Troy doth slip,
With Ida mount on pup most freendly signe to Troyans lost:
There great Aenas sits, and with him selfe reuoluing tost
The various ends of warres. On left hand Pallas next his side.
And now the stars he seekes that ships in dim 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 streams,
To tell 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 floods,
With him a thousand hands from Clusa walles, all youthful bloods,
And they that came from Cosa towne armed with shafts, and dartes.
Corites with shoulders light, and from their bowes but death departs.
Grymskouling Abas big, his bands fine harnest gorgeous steames
Reflectes, and Phœbus on his golden pup stood light with beames.
Sixe hundred valiaunt lads dame Pupulon his dame him gaue,
Expert in feats of war, three hundred more from Ilua braue,
Where neuer cessing soyle doth steelebright stuff send out from mines.
Than don Asila priest, that gods and men can skrie by signes,
Whom secret vaines of beasts, whom stars of heauen obeyen at beck,
And thretning lightning fiers, and chattring birds with toong yt queck,
His .M. people thick in throngs he drawes rough ranckt with speares.
All these obedient came from Pisa coastes whom Alphe reares,
Their towne is Tuscan soyle. Than fairest Astur next pursues,
Syr Astur trusting steed, and armour braue of chaunging hewes:
Three hundred they do ad, all issued out with one good will,
Such as Cerites house did keepe, or Mymon croftes did till.
All Prigus antique brood, Grauisca timeles troupes did fill.
To tell 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 floods,
With him a thousand hands from Clusa walles, all youthful bloods,
And they that came from Cosa towne armed with shafts, and dartes.
Corites with shoulders light, and from their bowes but death departs.
Grymskouling Abas big, his bands fine harnest gorgeous steames
Reflectes, and Phœbus on his golden pup stood light with beames.
Sixe hundred valiaunt lads dame Pupulon his dame him gaue,
Expert in feats of war, three hundred more from Ilua braue,
Where neuer cessing soyle doth steelebright stuff send out from mines.
Than don Asila priest, that gods and men can skrie by signes,
Whom secret vaines of beasts, whom stars of heauen obeyen at beck,
And thretning lightning fiers, and chattring birds with toong yt queck,
His .M. people thick in throngs he drawes rough ranckt with speares.
All these obedient came from Pisa coastes whom Alphe reares,
Their towne is Tuscan soyle. Than fairest Astur next pursues,
Syr Astur trusting steed, and armour braue of chaunging hewes:
Three hundred they do ad, all issued out with one good will,
Such as Cerites house did keepe, or Mymon croftes did till.
All Prigus antique brood, Grauisca timeles troupes did fill.
Yet will I not neglect thee also lusty Lumbard lord,
Thou Siquus warriour strong, and with thy few of ioynt accord
Syr Supaue from whose helmet crests rise fethered winges of swan,
Your slaundring 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 Swan he left his lands, and folowed stars with voice aboue.
His son with equall bands accompanied with fleeting ships,
His mōstrous Centaure shoues with ores, she huge with tugging trips,
And to the water threatning stone she shewes, with strength men pull
The vnweldy weight in waues, & deepe seas long she shears with hull.
Eke from his natiue countrey coasts great strength sir Ocus tooke,
Of Mantus destnie speaker, and the sonne of Tuscan brooke.
Which gaue thee Mantua walles, and of his mother made the name
Of graundsiers Mantua rich, but all one of one discent not came.
Three nacions rule she doth, and vnder them foure peoples good,
She prince on peoples sits, her strength proceedes from Tuscan blood.
Fiue .C. knights from thence against him self Mezentius armes,
Them Mintius lake, Benacus child, whom grey reeds close beswarms,
Sent forth to seas in Pinetree ships, ful strong to venge their harms.
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 fearfull shrill in seas outyell,
He swam with swinging sides, and bresled heary rough from haunch,
His face like mankinde showes, but foule in fish decaies his paunch.
His monstrous saluage lims through froth, through some with flushing launch,
So many chosen lords in threetimes ten of ships did slide
To new Troy fast for ayde, and salt sea fome with brasse deuide.
Thou Siquus warriour strong, and with thy few of ioynt accord
Syr Supaue from whose helmet crests rise fethered winges of swan,
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 Swan he left his lands, and folowed stars with voice aboue.
His son with equall bands accompanied with fleeting ships,
His mōstrous Centaure shoues with ores, she huge with tugging trips,
And to the water threatning stone she shewes, with strength men pull
The vnweldy weight in waues, & deepe seas long she shears with hull.
Eke from his natiue countrey coasts great strength sir Ocus tooke,
Of Mantus destnie speaker, and the sonne of Tuscan brooke.
Which gaue thee Mantua walles, and of his mother made the name
Of graundsiers Mantua rich, but all one of one discent not came.
Three nacions rule she doth, and vnder them foure peoples good,
She prince on peoples sits, her strength proceedes from Tuscan blood.
Fiue .C. knights from thence against him self Mezentius armes,
Them Mintius lake, Benacus child, whom grey reeds close beswarms,
Sent forth to seas in Pinetree ships, ful strong to venge their harms.
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 fearfull shrill in seas outyell,
He swam with swinging sides, and bresled heary rough from haunch,
His face like mankinde showes, but foule in fish decaies his paunch.
His monstrous saluage lims through froth, through some with flushing launch,
So many chosen lords in threetimes 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 wheeles
Night wandring dame Diane did midskie beat with palfreis heeles.
Aeneas (for in carke to rest ons lymmes it nought preuailes)
Him selfe at sterne he sits, he guids his helme, he serues his sailes.
To him in mids his way, th'assembly faire of ladies whight,
Somtime his mates that were frō ships transformed creatures bright,
To whom great power of seas Queene Berecinthia did commit,
They ioyning sweetely swam, and sweeping salt sea skum did flit.
As many iust as ships with brasen stemmes did stand at shore.
They knew from far their king, and sporting daunst his fleete before.
Of whom the talker best, Cymodocee by name that hight,
With right hand held his pup euen hard at back, and bolt vpright
She brest high shewes her selfe, than faire in sight she cleare apeerd,
With lefthand coutching waues, and smooth her self she vndersteerd.
Than him vnwares she spekes, now wakest thou? wakest yu gods elect?
Aeneas wake (quoth she) and sailes to bowling ropes obiect.
We were thy sacred trees, on Ida mount sometime that grew,
Now salt sea maides we been, thy fleete of late, whan force vntrew
Of Turnus king, would vs, with swords & flames haue quite consumed:
Unwillingly thy hands we brake, and thus far haue presumed
To seeke thee 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 whence non age vs out can shut.
Thy child Ascanius in walles with deepe trench is beset
Amids thy mortall foes, and Latines grim that armours fret.
Euanders horsemen saufe at place commaunded keepes the lands,
Conioynt with Tuscan strength, to set against them halfe his bands
(Lest force to thee they ioyne) king Turnus full determinde stands.
Arise, go to, and in the dawning first call forth thy mates,
In armour first appeere, and take that shield which brode in plates
The fyrypuissant god vnuict, gaue thee with golden grates.
This morow morning next (if thou beleeuest I speake not vaine)
Shalt slaughters huge behold of Rutils bloods by heapes downe slaine.
She said, and in departing she with righthand pup did shoue,
In sort as well she knew, the ship than straight in streames aboue
Fled swifter forth then swiftest dart, or shaft that perceth winde.
Than others mend their course, himself vnwares astoined in minde,
The Troian prince did muse, yet with good lucke mens harts he cheres:
Than shortly thus he praied, beholding round the Zodiac spheres.
Almighty mother of gods, in whose great mercy Troy yet sits,
That rulst both townes and towres, & lyons yolkst with brideling bits,
Thou be my patron prince, my guide in fight now prosperous stand
To Troy good gracious dame, confirme thy signes with mightfull hand.
These onely words he saied, and in this while the gray day light
Returning ripe appeerd, and darknes far did chase of night.
First to his mates he byds, that they their standars shal pursue.
With armour match their mindes, and waite for fight in order due.
And now in sight his Troian campe he hath, and vewes their field,
Aduauncing stout on pup, in lifthand than his glistring shield
Uplifting large he shewes, the Troians gaue to starres a crie,
Upmounting on their walles, hope kindleth wrath with comfort nie:
Their weapons vp they throw, as in the clouds done herds of cranes
With crockling casting signes, whē lōg in ayre they laūch like lanes,
Whē southwind first they flee, & glad wt sounds their ioy proclames.
Night wandring dame Diane did midskie beat with palfreis heeles.
Aeneas (for in carke to rest ons lymmes it nought preuailes)
Him selfe at sterne he sits, he guids his helme, he serues his sailes.
To him in mids his way, th'assembly faire of ladies whight,
Somtime his mates that were frō ships transformed creatures bright,
To whom great power of seas Queene Berecinthia did commit,
They ioyning sweetely swam, and sweeping salt sea skum did flit.
As many iust as ships with brasen stemmes did stand at shore.
They knew from far their king, and sporting daunst his fleete before.
With right hand held his pup euen hard at back, and bolt vpright
She brest high shewes her selfe, than faire in sight she cleare apeerd,
With lefthand coutching waues, and smooth her self she vndersteerd.
Than him vnwares she spekes, now wakest thou? wakest yu gods elect?
Aeneas wake (quoth she) and sailes to bowling ropes obiect.
We were thy sacred trees, on Ida mount sometime that grew,
Now salt sea maides we been, thy fleete of late, whan force vntrew
Of Turnus king, would vs, with swords & flames haue quite consumed:
Unwillingly thy hands we brake, and thus far haue presumed
To seeke thee 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 whence non age vs out can shut.
Thy child Ascanius in walles with deepe trench is beset
Amids thy mortall foes, and Latines grim that armours fret.
Euanders horsemen saufe at place commaunded keepes the lands,
Conioynt with Tuscan strength, to set against them halfe his bands
(Lest force to thee they ioyne) king Turnus full determinde stands.
Arise, go to, and in the dawning first call forth thy mates,
In armour first appeere, and take that shield which brode in plates
The fyrypuissant god vnuict, gaue thee with golden grates.
This morow morning next (if thou beleeuest I speake not vaine)
Shalt slaughters huge behold of Rutils bloods by heapes downe slaine.
She said, and in departing she with righthand pup did shoue,
In sort as well she knew, the ship than straight in streames aboue
Fled swifter forth then swiftest dart, or shaft that perceth winde.
Than others mend their course, himself vnwares astoined in minde,
The Troian prince did muse, yet with good lucke mens harts he cheres:
Than shortly thus he praied, beholding round the Zodiac spheres.
Almighty mother of gods, in whose great mercy Troy yet sits,
That rulst both townes and towres, & lyons yolkst with brideling bits,
Thou be my patron prince, my guide in fight now prosperous stand
To Troy good gracious dame, confirme thy signes with mightfull hand.
These onely words he saied, and in this while the gray day light
Returning ripe appeerd, and darknes far did chase of night.
First to his mates he byds, that they their standars shal pursue.
With armour match their mindes, and waite for fight in order due.
And now in sight his Troian campe he hath, and vewes their field,
Uplifting large he shewes, the Troians gaue to starres a crie,
Upmounting on their walles, hope kindleth wrath with comfort nie:
Their weapons vp they throw, as in the clouds done herds of cranes
With crockling casting signes, whē lōg in ayre they laūch like lanes,
Whē southwind first they flee, & glad wt sounds their ioy proclames.
But these to Rutil king, and Latin lords great meruels were,
Till toward shore they loke, than fleetes arriuing bustling there
They saw, and vnder ships the seas all couered shew no where.
His topright crest it burnes, and flame forth sparkling hie from head
Outbelching 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 lookes on men from far.
He not for creatures welth, but sores, & droughts, and sicknes straunge
Doth spring, & sad with frowning soure due light frō skies doth chaūg.
But not from Turnus bold did corage ought or hope remoue
To fend them loose from land, or from the shore with force to shoue.
He cheres their sprites which speech, and of him self to his men doth cry.
Till toward shore they loke, than fleetes arriuing bustling there
They saw, and vnder ships the seas all couered shew no where.
His topright crest it burnes, and flame forth sparkling hie from head
Outbelching 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 lookes on men from far.
He not for creatures welth, but sores, & droughts, and sicknes straunge
Doth spring, & sad with frowning soure due light frō skies doth chaūg.
But not from Turnus bold did corage ought or hope remoue
To fend them loose from land, or from the shore with force to shoue.
He cheres their sprites which speech, and of him self to his men doth cry.
That ye haue long desired, lo here it is with swords to try,
Euen to your hands is Mars descended syrs, let ech man needes
Now thinke on wife, on house, your liues, your lands, yr valiant deedes
And honour of your auncetours, encountre them at land
Whilst fearful they come forth, and their first steps do sag in sand.
Fortune is freend to venturers, and cowards hateth most.
When this was said: he doth deuise who shal defend the coast,
And who shall still the Troian wals besiege with armed hoast.
Euen to your hands is Mars descended syrs, let ech man needes
Now thinke on wife, on house, your liues, your lands, yr valiant deedes
And honour of your auncetours, encountre them at land
Whilst fearful they come forth, and their first steps do sag in sand.
Fortune is freend to venturers, and cowards hateth most.
When this was said: he doth deuise who shal defend the coast,
And who shall still the Troian wals besiege with armed hoast.
Therwhiles Aeneas from his lofty ships his mates to shore
By planks conueyes, but diuerse stay till flood the sea restore.
And some by letters short, to set them selues to land apply,
And some by Ores. Tarchon, the coast along doth searching try,
Where he ne foord doth finde, ne noyse of broken surges heares.
But when the calmed sea to swell by force of tyde appeares,
He quickly wendes his ship, and to his mates request doth make.
O chosen crue, now to your sturdy Ores your selues betake.
Hallawe, set forth your ships, and with the beakes cleaue out of hand
This enmies shore, let weight of keele turne vp, and cut the land.
My self do not refuse in such a rode my ship to breake,
If once the shore I might obtayne. These words no sooner speake
Did Tarchon, but his mates arise in Ores, tyll Latine ground
The foming ships do touch & keeles echwhere dryland haue found.
Their beaks do beat the brinke, & sand with earth theron they sound.
Where all in salftie syt, saue barke, O Tarchon thine, alone.
For whilst on sand it smites, and strikes on banks of beach and stone,
Uncerten on which side to fall, and surges sore it beates,
It splits in twaine, and men in midst of waues, and water weates.
Whom hatches, broken Ores, and fleeting sliues of boord, and beame
Do stay, and ebbe pulles backe their feete againe into the streame.
By planks conueyes, but diuerse stay till flood the sea restore.
And some by letters short, to set them selues to land apply,
And some by Ores. Tarchon, the coast along doth searching try,
Where he ne foord doth finde, ne noyse of broken surges heares.
But when the calmed sea to swell by force of tyde appeares,
He quickly wendes his ship, and to his mates request doth make.
O chosen crue, now to your sturdy Ores your selues betake.
Hallawe, set forth your ships, and with the beakes cleaue out of hand
This enmies shore, let weight of keele turne vp, and cut the land.
My self do not refuse in such a rode my ship to breake,
If once the shore I might obtayne. These words no sooner speake
The foming ships do touch & keeles echwhere dryland haue found.
Their beaks do beat the brinke, & sand with earth theron they sound.
Where all in salftie syt, saue barke, O Tarchon thine, alone.
For whilst on sand it smites, and strikes on banks of beach and stone,
Uncerten on which side to fall, and surges sore it beates,
It splits in twaine, and men in midst of waues, and water weates.
Whom hatches, broken Ores, and fleeting sliues of boord, and beame
Do stay, and ebbe pulles backe their feete againe into the streame.
Ne Turnus sluggish slouth doth stay, but fierce with speede he bends
Gainst Troians all his power, and on the shore afront them tends.
They blowe alarme. Aeneas first the rusticke sort sets on
For happy hansils sake, and Latines layes the ground vpon.
Where Theron tooke his bane, the mightiest man in all the field
That set vpon Aeneas, whom with sword through brasen shield,
And through his golden plated Iacke he thrust into the side.
Then Lycas next, from mothers wombe cut forth wherof she died,
Anoured Phœbe, to thee, who might in youth haue shund before
Warres doubtful haps, and Cissee hard, not pausing enymore,
With cruell Gias, who with clubs the rancks to ground did beare,
He sent to death: nought Hercles armes which they in fight did weare,
Nought might their valient hands, nor sier Melampus helpe that was
Alcides mate, whilst he on earth his trauailes great did passe.
To Pharon loe, with boasting talke which doth him self aduance,
Into his gaping mouth his hugie dart he threw by chance.
And thou likewise, with yellow tendre downe on cheekes in prime
O Cydon whilst syr Clitie thou pursuest in luckles time,
By Troian hand yslaine, quite carelesse of thy wonted loue
To boyes still borne, poore wretch, the force of death wast like to proue,
Had not a troope of brothers rescued thee, sir Phorcus seede,
Who seuen in number were, and darts they seuen did cast indeede,
Wherof some from his shyeld, some from his helmet backe do flye
All voyde, and Venus noble dame directeth some awrye
As they were throwne. Aeneas then to good Achates spake.
Gainst Troians all his power, and on the shore afront them tends.
They blowe alarme. Aeneas first the rusticke sort sets on
For happy hansils sake, and Latines layes the ground vpon.
Where Theron tooke his bane, the mightiest man in all the field
That set vpon Aeneas, whom with sword through brasen shield,
And through his golden plated Iacke he thrust into the side.
Then Lycas next, from mothers wombe cut forth wherof she died,
Anoured Phœbe, to thee, who might in youth haue shund before
Warres doubtful haps, and Cissee hard, not pausing enymore,
With cruell Gias, who with clubs the rancks to ground did beare,
He sent to death: nought Hercles armes which they in fight did weare,
Nought might their valient hands, nor sier Melampus helpe that was
Alcides mate, whilst he on earth his trauailes great did passe.
To Pharon loe, with boasting talke which doth him self aduance,
Into his gaping mouth his hugie dart he threw by chance.
And thou likewise, with yellow tendre downe on cheekes in prime
O Cydon whilst syr Clitie thou pursuest in luckles time,
By Troian hand yslaine, quite carelesse of thy wonted loue
To boyes still borne, poore wretch, the force of death wast like to proue,
Had not a troope of brothers rescued thee, sir Phorcus seede,
Who seuen in number were, and darts they seuen did cast indeede,
Wherof some from his shyeld, some from his helmet backe do flye
All voyde, and Venus noble dame directeth some awrye
As they were throwne. Aeneas then to good Achates spake.
Reach mee my dartes (for none in vaine with righthand he did shake
Against the Rutils) which sumtime in Grætian bodies ran
In Troian fields: a mighty speare he ketcheth quickly than
And throwes it foorth, which flying strikes of Mœons shield the brasse,
And percing through, with brest plate strong, into his breast doth passe.
To whom Alcanor steps, and downe his brother falling stayes
Up with his hand, through whose arme streight ye speare flies forth his waies,
And all with blood imbrued his course he keepes yet stil amain,
The arme from shoulder hanging stays by synewes one or twaine.
Then Numitor from out his brothers corps doth pull the dart,
But lawfull tys not sure like wound on him againe t'impart,
There through Achates thighe he forced it, and foorth it flies.
Then Lausus stout of lim, and trusting speares him thither hies,
Where Driopis with sturdy lance full sore he strikes from far
Right vnderneth the chyn, the bloody wound his throat doth mar,
And with one blow, of language both and lyfe him reeues, that hee
With forhead beats the ground, and blacke blood spues that all may see.
And three likewise in Thracy borne in farthest northern coast,
Three also which of Idas sier, and Ismare soyle might boast,
By diuerse meanes he throwes to ground. Halesus in that space
Comes on into Aruncas hands, and of Neptunus race
Sprongfoorth Messapus braue with steeds, now these, now they do striue
In very brinke of Latine land ech other thence to driue.
Lyke as contrary winds amid the aier that roue about
Do striue among them selues, with equall force, and courage stout,
Not one to others power, not cloudes, nor seas do yeld a whit,
The battell doubtfull hangs, ech thing aduerse so close doth sit.
Noneotherwise the Troian bands, and Latin ranks they ran
Togither, setling foote to foote, and thronging man to man.
Against the Rutils) which sumtime in Grætian bodies ran
In Troian fields: a mighty speare he ketcheth quickly than
And throwes it foorth, which flying strikes of Mœons shield the brasse,
To whom Alcanor steps, and downe his brother falling stayes
Up with his hand, through whose arme streight ye speare flies forth his waies,
And all with blood imbrued his course he keepes yet stil amain,
The arme from shoulder hanging stays by synewes one or twaine.
Then Numitor from out his brothers corps doth pull the dart,
But lawfull tys not sure like wound on him againe t'impart,
There through Achates thighe he forced it, and foorth it flies.
Then Lausus stout of lim, and trusting speares him thither hies,
Where Driopis with sturdy lance full sore he strikes from far
Right vnderneth the chyn, the bloody wound his throat doth mar,
And with one blow, of language both and lyfe him reeues, that hee
With forhead beats the ground, and blacke blood spues that all may see.
And three likewise in Thracy borne in farthest northern coast,
Three also which of Idas sier, and Ismare soyle might boast,
By diuerse meanes he throwes to ground. Halesus in that space
Comes on into Aruncas hands, and of Neptunus race
Sprongfoorth Messapus braue with steeds, now these, now they do striue
In very brinke of Latine land ech other thence to driue.
Lyke as contrary winds amid the aier that roue about
Do striue among them selues, with equall force, and courage stout,
Not one to others power, not cloudes, nor seas do yeld a whit,
The battell doubtfull hangs, ech thing aduerse so close doth sit.
Noneotherwise the Troian bands, and Latin ranks they ran
Togither, setling foote to foote, and thronging man to man.
On tother side, where as the streame of peablestones great store
Togither rouled had, and thrown downe trees vpon the shore,
Th'Archadian band whose wont was not on foote their force to trie,
When Pallas saw to Latines turne theyr backs, and fast to flie,
Whom 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 hee them prouokes to fight.
O whyther fly ye mates? now by your selues, and deeds of might,
And by your prince Euanders name, and battels won or this,
And by my hope which match vnto your countrey prayses is,
Trust not vnto your feete, through midst of foes a way we must
Breake forth, where now the thickest rout of foes vpon vs thrust.
This way both ye, and Pallas, and your natiue soyle requests.
No gods against vs fight, tis mortall foe that vs molests
Mortall like vs, as many soules, and hands we haue as thay.
Behold, we are beset by mighty sea that stops our way,
By land we can not flie, shall we to Troy by sea againe?
Togither rouled had, and thrown downe trees vpon the shore,
Th'Archadian band whose wont was not on foote their force to trie,
When Pallas saw to Latines turne theyr backs, and fast to flie,
Whom 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 hee them prouokes to fight.
O whyther fly ye mates? now by your selues, and deeds of might,
And by your prince Euanders name, and battels won or this,
And by my hope which match vnto your countrey prayses is,
Trust not vnto your feete, through midst of foes a way we must
Breake forth, where now the thickest rout of foes vpon vs thrust.
This way both ye, and Pallas, and your natiue soyle requests.
Mortall like vs, as many soules, and hands we haue as thay.
Behold, we are beset by mighty sea that stops our way,
By land we can not flie, shall we to Troy by sea againe?
This said: into the thickst of all his foes he thrusts amaine.
And first by cruell destnies thither brought he meeteth streight
With Lagus, whom whilst he pluckes at a stone of hugy weight,
With bended weapon sticks, in myddle space the rybs betweene
As backbone would permit, and foorth he pulles the speare ageene
Earst sticking in the bones, on whom sir Hisbon falles not iust
Though hoping so to do, for whilst in rage to ground he rusht
Unwares of fellowes chance, with cruell death him Pallas slewe,
And soone his mighty sword quite through his swelling lunges he drue.
At Helene next he goes, of Rhœts eke auncient stocke ofspred
Anchemolus, that durst with incest straine his stepdames bed.
And yee likewise O Twinnes, your fall in Rutil fields yee tooke
Of Daucie impes, Larid, and Tymber, who most like did looke,
And scarse could be discernd, to parents kinde a sweete deceat.
But Pallas now, vnto you both hath giuen a diffrence great.
For why O Tymber, thy head off, Euanders sword did streeke.
Thy righthand Larid, once chopt of, thy corpse doth forthwith seeke,
And fingers halfe a liue do mooue, and weapons downe let fall.
And first by cruell destnies thither brought he meeteth streight
With Lagus, whom whilst he pluckes at a stone of hugy weight,
With bended weapon sticks, in myddle space the rybs betweene
As backbone would permit, and foorth he pulles the speare ageene
Earst sticking in the bones, on whom sir Hisbon falles not iust
Though hoping so to do, for whilst in rage to ground he rusht
Unwares of fellowes chance, with cruell death him Pallas slewe,
And soone his mighty sword quite through his swelling lunges he drue.
At Helene next he goes, of Rhœts eke auncient stocke ofspred
Anchemolus, that durst with incest straine his stepdames bed.
And yee likewise O Twinnes, your fall in Rutil fields yee tooke
Of Daucie impes, Larid, and Tymber, who most like did looke,
And scarse could be discernd, to parents kinde a sweete deceat.
But Pallas now, vnto you both hath giuen a diffrence great.
For why O Tymber, thy head off, Euanders sword did streeke.
Thy righthand Larid, once chopt of, thy corpse doth forthwith seeke,
And fingers halfe a liue do mooue, and weapons downe let fall.
Th'Arcadians thus hartned on, and viewing therwithall
His valient deedes, both greefe, and shame do them to battell call.
Then Pallas soone sir Rhoetee which in charret fled him bie
Through girdes, and tarience like he giues to Ilus or he die.
For he at Ilus did from far direct a mighty dart,
On Rhoetee which, (betweene that came) did light, and strake his hart,
Whiles Teuthra thee, and brother Tyren thine he flies, and reeles
Downe from his charret, beating Rutil ground with both his heeles.
And like a wisshedly when winds in sommer season blowe,
The sheepheard doth his fiers in diuers parts of woods bestow,
Which quickly taking hold, togither ioyntly run apace
Through largest fields, sir Vulcans power doth take his cruell race.
He lyke a conquerour his fires doth sitting looke vpon:
None otherwise their fellowes force togither meets in one,
Which Pallas, thee delights. And stout Halesus fierce in field
Sticks such as do withstand, and close defends him self with shield.
He Ladon sleys, and Pheretus, and Domodocus quite,
Strimonies righthand eke he soone strikes of, with sword full bright
Raught to his throat, and Thoas face he batters with a stone,
And goary bloodly braines together dashes with the bone.
The father telling things to come, in woods Halesus hid,
But when to auncient fier, colde death his vitall twyne vndid,
The destnies hands layd on his threede, and him bequeathed thay
Unto Euanders armes, whom Pallas meeting first doth pray.
Graunt father Tyber to this Dart, which here in hand I rest,
Good fortune, and a redie way into Halesus breast.
This armour, and the spoyles of this the man thine Oke shall haue.
The god did graunt. Halesus whilst Imaons spoyles would saue,
Unhappely his bared breast yeelds to Archadian steele,
His valient deedes, both greefe, and shame do them to battell call.
Then Pallas soone sir Rhoetee which in charret fled him bie
Through girdes, and tarience like he giues to Ilus or he die.
For he at Ilus did from far direct a mighty dart,
On Rhoetee which, (betweene that came) did light, and strake his hart,
Whiles Teuthra thee, and brother Tyren thine he flies, and reeles
Downe from his charret, beating Rutil ground with both his heeles.
And like a wisshedly when winds in sommer season blowe,
The sheepheard doth his fiers in diuers parts of woods bestow,
Which quickly taking hold, togither ioyntly run apace
Through largest fields, sir Vulcans power doth take his cruell race.
He lyke a conquerour his fires doth sitting looke vpon:
None otherwise their fellowes force togither meets in one,
Which Pallas, thee delights. And stout Halesus fierce in field
Sticks such as do withstand, and close defends him self with shield.
Strimonies righthand eke he soone strikes of, with sword full bright
Raught to his throat, and Thoas face he batters with a stone,
And goary bloodly braines together dashes with the bone.
The father telling things to come, in woods Halesus hid,
But when to auncient fier, colde death his vitall twyne vndid,
The destnies hands layd on his threede, and him bequeathed thay
Unto Euanders armes, whom Pallas meeting first doth pray.
Graunt father Tyber to this Dart, which here in hand I rest,
Good fortune, and a redie way into Halesus breast.
This armour, and the spoyles of this the man thine Oke shall haue.
The god did graunt. Halesus whilst Imaons spoyles would saue,
Unhappely his bared breast yeelds to Archadian steele,
But Lausus, at so worthy a persons death lets nere adeele
His rankes to feare, him selfe the greatest part of war, and right
Agaynst him Abas sleyes, the force and stay of all the fight.
Downe falles th'Arcadian brood to ground, Hetruscan youth is slayne,
And you O Troians of the Greekes vnhurt, there take your bayne.
The rankes togither run, with captaines match, and equall might,
The rerwards fast approch, so that the throng in midst of fight
Ne weapons weld, ne hands can moue, Pallas sore vrgeth here,
There Lausus, youthes, that very much of semblant age appeare,
Of passing beauty both, to whom fell fortune had denide
Their countries more to see, and Ioue that all the world doth guide
Would not consent that they together meete their force to trie,
But vnto ech their chaunce remaines through greater foe to die.
His rankes to feare, him selfe the greatest part of war, and right
Agaynst him Abas sleyes, the force and stay of all the fight.
Downe falles th'Arcadian brood to ground, Hetruscan youth is slayne,
And you O Troians of the Greekes vnhurt, there take your bayne.
The rankes togither run, with captaines match, and equall might,
The rerwards fast approch, so that the throng in midst of fight
Ne weapons weld, ne hands can moue, Pallas sore vrgeth here,
There Lausus, youthes, that very much of semblant age appeare,
Of passing beauty both, to whom fell fortune had denide
Their countries more to see, and Ioue that all the world doth guide
Would not consent that they together meete their force to trie,
But vnto ech their chaunce remaines through greater foe to die.
Therwhile Iuturna fayer, her brother Turnus puts in mind
To rescue Lausus, he through midst of routs flies swift as wind.
When he beheld his mates, leaue of from fight, he saies, anone,
My selfe will Pallas match, for Pallas vnto me alone
Belongs, whose father present here I wish his chance to view.
This said, his mates thus chargd, wt speed themselues frō field wtdrew.
At Rutils quicke departure thence, and charge so full of pride,
The youth much wondring, stoind at Turnus stands, & eyes doth glide
His mighty corps vpon, and fierce ech thing he doth behold,
And thus replies vnto the king with woords, and courage bold.
For princely spoiles I either praise will gayne, well woon in fight,
Or for a noble death, my sier esteemes of both aright,
Leaue of thy threats he said, and foorth proceedes amidst the playne,
A chilly colde th'Arcadians 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 comming, right.
Whom when he thinkes within the reach of his darts cast to bee,
Then Pallas first drew neare, good fortunes ayde at neede to see,
Although in strength not match, and thus to loftie skies he said.
By gestred at my fathers house; and tables vnto thee laid
Alcides, I thee pray, good fortune to my purpose giue,
Halfe dead that he may see me of his armour him beriue,
And Turnus or he die behold me stoutly win the feeld.
To rescue Lausus, he through midst of routs flies swift as wind.
When he beheld his mates, leaue of from fight, he saies, anone,
My selfe will Pallas match, for Pallas vnto me alone
Belongs, whose father present here I wish his chance to view.
This said, his mates thus chargd, wt speed themselues frō field wtdrew.
At Rutils quicke departure thence, and charge so full of pride,
The youth much wondring, stoind at Turnus stands, & eyes doth glide
His mighty corps vpon, and fierce ech thing he doth behold,
And thus replies vnto the king with woords, and courage bold.
For princely spoiles I either praise will gayne, well woon in fight,
Or for a noble death, my sier esteemes of both aright,
A chilly colde th'Arcadians 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 comming, right.
Whom when he thinkes within the reach of his darts cast to bee,
Then Pallas first drew neare, good fortunes ayde at neede to see,
Although in strength not match, and thus to loftie skies he said.
By gestred at my fathers house; and tables vnto thee laid
Alcides, I thee pray, good fortune to my purpose giue,
Halfe dead that he may see me of his armour him beriue,
And Turnus or he die behold me stoutly win the feeld.
Alcides heard the youth, and from his hart within doth yeeld
A wofull greeuous grone, and frustrate teares lets fall amaine.
Then Ioue with freendly words his sonne recomforts thus againe.
Ech mans day stands prefixt, time short, and swift with curelesse bretch
Is lotted all mankind, but by their deeds their fame to stretch,
That priueledge vertue giues. Under the lofty walles of Troy
Full many sonnes of gods were sleyne, yea Sarpedons anoy
My childes was there ywrought. Turnus likewise his destnies call,
And to his fixed terme of graunted lyfe run forth he shall.
This much he said, and straight his eyes to Rutil fields downe bends.
And Pallas then with mighty force an hugie speare forth sends,
And glittring sturdy sword from hollow scabbard out doth pull.
That flies, and where the armour on his shoulders rises, full
It lights, and passing forth along on brym of bucklar bright
At length it doth on part of Turnus hugie body light.
A wofull greeuous grone, and frustrate teares lets fall amaine.
Then Ioue with freendly words his sonne recomforts thus againe.
Ech mans day stands prefixt, time short, and swift with curelesse bretch
Is lotted all mankind, but by their deeds their fame to stretch,
That priueledge vertue giues. Under the lofty walles of Troy
Full many sonnes of gods were sleyne, yea Sarpedons anoy
My childes was there ywrought. Turnus likewise his destnies call,
And to his fixed terme of graunted lyfe run forth he shall.
This much he said, and straight his eyes to Rutil fields downe bends.
And Pallas then with mighty force an hugie speare forth sends,
And glittring sturdy sword from hollow scabbard out doth pull.
That flies, and where the armour on his shoulders rises, full
It lights, and passing forth along on brym of bucklar bright
At length it doth on part of Turnus hugie body light.
Then Turnus, aiming long in hand a dart of sturdy Oke
Well typt with steele, at Pallas forth it flung, and thus he spoke.
Loe, see if that our dart he sharper then thy weapon was.
He sayd: and through so many lynings forgde of iron, and brasse,
And through so many folds of hydes of bulles there laid about,
The whirling head through shield at one blow beats a passadge out,
And gorgets force through gyrds, and glides into his mighty brest.
In vaine the warmed dart 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, his armour falling noyse doth make,
And dying, with his blooddy face falles on his enmies ground.
On whom thus Turnus sitting, sayes.
Ye Archades, (quoth he) these words see faithfully ye tell
Euander kinge, I send his sun as he deserueth well.
What honour of the graue, what comfort is at buriall most
I graunt, no litle price Aeneas harbour him shall cost.
He said, and then anon his lift foote to the corps he reight
Starke dead, and quickly pluckes away his belt of hugie weight,
With this foule fact therin exprest, how on the wedding night,
A troupe of youthes were sleyne, and beds embrued with bloody spight.
Which good Eurytion did somtime engraue in massie gold,
This booty Turnus vaunts him of, and ioyes he doth it hold.
Well typt with steele, at Pallas forth it flung, and thus he spoke.
Loe, see if that our dart he sharper then thy weapon was.
He sayd: and through so many lynings forgde of iron, and brasse,
And through so many folds of hydes of bulles there laid about,
The whirling head through shield at one blow beats a passadge out,
And gorgets force through gyrds, and glides into his mighty brest.
In vaine the warmed dart 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, his armour falling noyse doth make,
On whom thus Turnus sitting, sayes.
Ye Archades, (quoth he) these words see faithfully ye tell
Euander kinge, I send his sun as he deserueth well.
What honour of the graue, what comfort is at buriall most
I graunt, no litle price Aeneas harbour him shall cost.
He said, and then anon his lift foote to the corps he reight
Starke dead, and quickly pluckes away his belt of hugie weight,
With this foule fact therin exprest, how on the wedding night,
A troupe of youthes were sleyne, and beds embrued with bloody spight.
Which good Eurytion did somtime engraue in massie gold,
This booty Turnus vaunts him of, and ioyes he doth it hold.
Unskilfull is mans minde of chance to come, and future fate,
And knowes no meane to keepe, 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
Upon a shield, and Pallas thence they carie thicke away.
O greefe, and honour great that to the father wil remaine,
This day thee first brought to the wars, this tooke thee thence again.
Yet doost thou leaue behinde thee hugie heapes of Rutils slaine.
And knowes no meane to keepe, 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
Upon a shield, and Pallas thence they carie thicke away.
O greefe, and honour great that to the father wil remaine,
This day thee first brought to the wars, this tooke thee thence again.
Yet doost thou leaue behinde thee hugie heapes of Rutils slaine.
By this time had no vayne report hereof, but trusty poast
In hast vnto Aeneas told, in what distresse his hoast
Did stand; that time it was his vanquisht Troians for so ayd.
Ech thing him next he mowes to ground, and foorth a way he layd
Cut with his sword amid the ranks, thee 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 ioynd, and there anon hee spies
Foure valient youthes at Sulmo borne, and foure which Vfens bred,
Whom thence he hales aliue, and offreth vp vnto the dead,
And burning bonefier flambes he all bedewes with captiue blood.
At Mago next a whirling speare he threw a far that stood,
But stouping he escapes, the quiuering dart foorth flies his waies.
Then suppliant on the ground his knees embracing thus he praies.
Now by thy fathers ghoste, and if Iulus hope to thee
Bee deere, preserue this wretched life both to my sonne, and mee.
An haultie house I haue, wherin there lie deepe hid in ground
Great summes of siluer coyne, of gold likewise full many a pound
Some formed, and some not, in mee ne Troiane conquest lyes
My selly life in no respect so great aduentures tryes.
He said, to whom Aeneas thus replies with words full fell.
These summes of siluer, and of golde wherof thou late didst tell,
Keepe for thy children, Turnus first these customes tooke away
Of war, when he erewhiles in cruelwise did Pallas slay,
This doth Anchises soule, this doth Iulus vnderstand.
And speaking thus, his helmet fast he roughly raught with hand,
And bended downe his necke by force, and treating still for life
Into his throat he thrust vp to the hylt his fatall knife.
In hast vnto Aeneas told, in what distresse his hoast
Did stand; that time it was his vanquisht Troians for so ayd.
Ech thing him next he mowes to ground, and foorth a way he layd
Cut with his sword amid the ranks, thee 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 ioynd, and there anon hee spies
Foure valient youthes at Sulmo borne, and foure which Vfens bred,
Whom thence he hales aliue, and offreth vp vnto the dead,
And burning bonefier flambes he all bedewes with captiue blood.
At Mago next a whirling speare he threw a far that stood,
But stouping he escapes, the quiuering dart foorth flies his waies.
Then suppliant on the ground his knees embracing thus he praies.
Now by thy fathers ghoste, and if Iulus hope to thee
Bee deere, preserue this wretched life both to my sonne, and mee.
An haultie house I haue, wherin there lie deepe hid in ground
Some formed, and some not, in mee ne Troiane conquest lyes
My selly life in no respect so great aduentures tryes.
He said, to whom Aeneas thus replies with words full fell.
These summes of siluer, and of golde wherof thou late didst tell,
Keepe for thy children, Turnus first these customes tooke away
Of war, when he erewhiles in cruelwise did Pallas slay,
This doth Anchises soule, this doth Iulus vnderstand.
And speaking thus, his helmet fast he roughly raught with hand,
And bended downe his necke by force, and treating still for life
Into his throat he thrust vp to the hylt his fatall knife.
Not far from thence, Aemonides, to Phœbe, and Diane preest,
Whose head with myter bound, and sacred stoales was brauely dreest,
All glittring in attire, and well beseene in armour gay,
Him meeting, out the field doth chase, and on him felde doth stay,
Whom offring vp he couers with his shade. Serestus takes
The armour vp, wherof to thee a trophey, Mars, he makes.
Whose head with myter bound, and sacred stoales was brauely dreest,
All glittring in attire, and well beseene in armour gay,
Him meeting, out the field doth chase, and on him felde doth stay,
Whom offring vp he couers with his shade. Serestus takes
The armour vp, wherof to thee a trophey, Mars, he makes.
The ranks do then restore sproong forth of Vulcanes noble seede
Syr Cœculus, and Vmbro, sproonge from Marsi hilles indeede.
Gainst whom Aeneas stands in rage, and soone stricks of to ground
Anxures left arme and therwith falles to earth his bucklar round.
The same some loftie words had spoke, and those he firmly thaught
In time should take effect, his minde perhaps to heauen he raught,
And promist to him selfe hoare heares, and race of many yeares.
Syr Tarquitus on th'other side, that braue in armes appeares,
Whom Driope Nimphe sumtime had borne to Faunus siluane god,
With him thus raging meetes, who with his lance in length full od
His brestplate, and his shield of hugie weight he breakes in twaine,
And strait his head, that now begins to pray, but all in vaine
He swaps to earth, and downe to ground the corps yet warme he kest,
Wheron he stoutly stoode, and thus he spake with hatefull brest.
O terrible lye there, thy noble mother shall not haue
Thy corps for to entumbe, nor lay thy bones in natiue graue.
To foules thou shalt be left, or surging sea shall beare away
Thee to the hungry fish, a very sweete, and deyntie pray.
Syr Cœculus, and Vmbro, sproonge from Marsi hilles indeede.
Gainst whom Aeneas stands in rage, and soone stricks of to ground
Anxures left arme and therwith falles to earth his bucklar round.
The same some loftie words had spoke, and those he firmly thaught
In time should take effect, his minde perhaps to heauen he raught,
And promist to him selfe hoare heares, and race of many yeares.
Syr Tarquitus on th'other side, that braue in armes appeares,
Whom Driope Nimphe sumtime had borne to Faunus siluane god,
With him thus raging meetes, who with his lance in length full od
His brestplate, and his shield of hugie weight he breakes in twaine,
And strait his head, that now begins to pray, but all in vaine
He swaps to earth, and downe to ground the corps yet warme he kest,
Wheron he stoutly stoode, and thus he spake with hatefull brest.
O terrible lye there, thy noble mother shall not haue
Thy corps for to entumbe, nor lay thy bones in natiue graue.
To foules thou shalt be left, or surging sea shall beare away
Thee to the hungry fish, a very sweete, and deyntie pray.
Antæus, and syr Lycas eke, king Turnus vowards, hee
Pursueth strait, with Numa strong, and browne Camertes thee
Of valient Volscens borne, most ritch of ground in Latino land
Of all that were, and whist Amicles scepter held in hand.
Lyke as Briareus, that an hundred armes had, as men say,
An hundred hands likewise and fiftie mouthes wherwith alway
Fier from his brest he spet, when Ioue against him lightning threw,
So many bucklars vp he held, so many swords he drew.
None otherwise Aeneas victour chafes, the field about,
When once his sword waxt warme, but loe against Niphœus stout,
His charret horse against, and gainst his breast his course he tooke.
But when the horses spied him comming far with egre looke,
For feare they do retyre, and foundring backward downe full sore
They throw their lord to ground, and draw the charret to the shore.
In charret drawne with milkewhite steeds comes riding in that tide
Syr Lucagus, with Liger that his brothers horse doth guide.
There Lucagus full fierce his naked sword about doth glide.
Aeneas then no longer could their frantike rage forbeare,
But to them hies, and vp in sight doth hold an hugie speare.
To whom thus Liger speakes.
Not Diomedes horse, nor yet Achilles charret heere
Thou seest, nor the Troyan fields, of war, and life so deere
Thou in this land shalt finde an end. These words of Ligers ioy
Abroade slie forth at large, howbeit the noble prince of Troy,
Meanes not with wordes 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 beat, and liftfoote quickly putting out
Prepares him self to fight, the lance by th'utmost brim about
Of glittring shield slides by, and way into his flancke it found.
He beaten from his charret falles halfe dead vnto the ground.
To whom then good Aeneas prince with bitter language sayes.
Pursueth strait, with Numa strong, and browne Camertes thee
Of valient Volscens borne, most ritch of ground in Latino land
Lyke as Briareus, that an hundred armes had, as men say,
An hundred hands likewise and fiftie mouthes wherwith alway
Fier from his brest he spet, when Ioue against him lightning threw,
So many bucklars vp he held, so many swords he drew.
None otherwise Aeneas victour chafes, the field about,
When once his sword waxt warme, but loe against Niphœus stout,
His charret horse against, and gainst his breast his course he tooke.
But when the horses spied him comming far with egre looke,
For feare they do retyre, and foundring backward downe full sore
They throw their lord to ground, and draw the charret to the shore.
In charret drawne with milkewhite steeds comes riding in that tide
Syr Lucagus, with Liger that his brothers horse doth guide.
There Lucagus full fierce his naked sword about doth glide.
Aeneas then no longer could their frantike rage forbeare,
But to them hies, and vp in sight doth hold an hugie speare.
To whom thus Liger speakes.
Not Diomedes horse, nor yet Achilles charret heere
Thou seest, nor the Troyan fields, of war, and life so deere
Thou in this land shalt finde an end. These words of Ligers ioy
Abroade slie forth at large, howbeit the noble prince of Troy,
Meanes not with wordes 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 beat, and liftfoote quickly putting out
Prepares him self to fight, the lance by th'utmost brim about
Of glittring shield slides by, and way into his flancke it found.
He beaten from his charret falles halfe dead vnto the ground.
To whom then good Aeneas prince with bitter language sayes.
O Lucagus, it is no slouth of horse that thee betrayes,
Ne yet no ghost, nor dreadful shape of foes enforst thee flye,
For thou thy selfe thy charret leftst, downe leaping from on hie.
This said: the charret raignes he takes, the other brother cries,
And holding vp his hands on earth falne from the charret lyes.
Now by thy selfe, and parents which thee bred so worthy a wight,
Syr Troyan spare my life (I pray) from dreadfull deathes despight.
And praying more, Aeneas thus replies. Such words of late
Thou didst not speake, now die, and ioyntly tast thy brothers fate.
The harbour of his soule, his brest forthwith he perst with blade,
And many a valiant slaughter more about the field he made
The Troian duke when here, and there he ran in furious wise,
Much like a rumming streame, or when a whirlewine black doth rise.
Ascanius yong at length comes forth abroad into the playne
With al the youth, and tentes they leaue that were besieydge in vaine.
Ne yet no ghost, nor dreadful shape of foes enforst thee flye,
For thou thy selfe thy charret leftst, downe leaping from on hie.
This said: the charret raignes he takes, the other brother cries,
And holding vp his hands on earth falne from the charret lyes.
Now by thy selfe, and parents which thee bred so worthy a wight,
Syr Troyan spare my life (I pray) from dreadfull deathes despight.
And praying more, Aeneas thus replies. Such words of late
Thou didst not speake, now die, and ioyntly tast thy brothers fate.
The harbour of his soule, his brest forthwith he perst with blade,
The Troian duke when here, and there he ran in furious wise,
Much like a rumming streame, or when a whirlewine black doth rise.
Ascanius yong at length comes forth abroad into the playne
With al the youth, and tentes they leaue that were besieydge in vaine.
Then Iupiter therwhils, to Iuno speaking thus he bowes.
O sister myne, and eke the same to me most louing spouse,
As thou didst thinke, dame Venus (for deceaud thou art not sure)
The Troians welth sustaynes, els warres they might not thus endure.
In hands no force, in harts no might they haue, no paynes abide
They coulde, vnlesse sum heauenly weight did them support, and guide.
To whom thus Iuno lowly then, most fayerest lord, and kinge.
Why dost thou greeue me stil, & aye wt words great dreading bring?
Such force in loue as I haue had in yore, or ought to haue
If now I had thou shouldst not sticke to graunt that I do craue,
Almightie since thou art, both Turnus now from fight to take,
And him for euer false to auncient Daunus sier to make.
Howbeit let him dye, and yeld his blood to Troyans hands.
Yet in direct discent of kinde of gods he rightly stands.
Pilumnus fouerth is from his syer, thy temples largly hee
With gifts adorned hath, which furnisht wel with presents bee.
To whom Olimpus heauenly king againe this aunswer gaue.
If stay of present death, or tyme for mortal youth you craue.
Which so you thinke I may determe, take Turnus then away,
And do by flight, his dangers prest which destnies threat, delay.
So longe I am content to lyue, but if you farther craue,
By subtile treatie sure redresse of al this war to haue,
Or that the fates may altred be, your hope is spent in vaine.
To whom then Iuno whining ripe, In word which you no dayne,
What if you that in hart would graunt, and Turnus life prolonge?
But giltlesse now an heauie end him bides, or would I wrong
Did iudge, and O with neadlesse feare I were deceaued quite,
And thou which canst, these thinges a newe woldst turne to better ryte.
When she these words had said, frō heauen on hie she down descends,
And with her brings a winter storme, and cloudes about her bends,
And to the Troyan host, and Laurent tents she fast doth hie.
And there an hollow cloud, a forcelesse shadow, by and by,
Much like Aeneas shape (a thinge most strange, and rare to see)
In Troian armes she frames, his hugie shield, and creast doth shee
Unto his head deuine in semblant fit, and gloasing talke,
And sound without a minde, and feines his gate as he did walke,
Such one as fame reports dead shapes of men departed flie.
Or like to dreames that do delude such as in sleepe do lie.
This shadow brauely stands, and vaunts it forth the ranks before,
And Turnus still with weapons egs, and tempts with language sore.
To whom then Turnus steps, and at it soone he foorth doth cast
A whirling dart, that turnes the back, and thence it flies in hast.
O sister myne, and eke the same to me most louing spouse,
As thou didst thinke, dame Venus (for deceaud thou art not sure)
The Troians welth sustaynes, els warres they might not thus endure.
In hands no force, in harts no might they haue, no paynes abide
They coulde, vnlesse sum heauenly weight did them support, and guide.
To whom thus Iuno lowly then, most fayerest lord, and kinge.
Why dost thou greeue me stil, & aye wt words great dreading bring?
Such force in loue as I haue had in yore, or ought to haue
If now I had thou shouldst not sticke to graunt that I do craue,
Almightie since thou art, both Turnus now from fight to take,
And him for euer false to auncient Daunus sier to make.
Howbeit let him dye, and yeld his blood to Troyans hands.
Yet in direct discent of kinde of gods he rightly stands.
Pilumnus fouerth is from his syer, thy temples largly hee
With gifts adorned hath, which furnisht wel with presents bee.
To whom Olimpus heauenly king againe this aunswer gaue.
If stay of present death, or tyme for mortal youth you craue.
Which so you thinke I may determe, take Turnus then away,
And do by flight, his dangers prest which destnies threat, delay.
So longe I am content to lyue, but if you farther craue,
By subtile treatie sure redresse of al this war to haue,
Or that the fates may altred be, your hope is spent in vaine.
To whom then Iuno whining ripe, In word which you no dayne,
What if you that in hart would graunt, and Turnus life prolonge?
But giltlesse now an heauie end him bides, or would I wrong
Did iudge, and O with neadlesse feare I were deceaued quite,
And thou which canst, these thinges a newe woldst turne to better ryte.
When she these words had said, frō heauen on hie she down descends,
And with her brings a winter storme, and cloudes about her bends,
And to the Troyan host, and Laurent tents she fast doth hie.
And there an hollow cloud, a forcelesse shadow, by and by,
Much like Aeneas shape (a thinge most strange, and rare to see)
Unto his head deuine in semblant fit, and gloasing talke,
And sound without a minde, and feines his gate as he did walke,
Such one as fame reports dead shapes of men departed flie.
Or like to dreames that do delude such as in sleepe do lie.
This shadow brauely stands, and vaunts it forth the ranks before,
And Turnus still with weapons egs, and tempts with language sore.
To whom then Turnus steps, and at it soone he foorth doth cast
A whirling dart, that turnes the back, and thence it flies in hast.
When Turnus then supposd Aeneas fled him fast away,
Much troubled then in minde, vaine hope conceauing, thus gan say.
Aeneas where away? do not thy promist wife forsake,
This hand to thee the land, which long by sea thou soughts, shall take.
Thus crying fast he followes on, with fauchon redy bent
In hand, ne spies how these his ioyes with wind away they went.
By chance there rode a ship, fast ioyned to a rocky ridge,
With ladders lying foorth, and plancks prepard a ready bridge,
In which Osinius king, from Clusium citie thither came.
Aeneas flying shape strait thither hies, and in the same
It selfe doth shrowd, and Turnus after hies him self apace,
And lingring none he makes, but bridges hie doth ouertrace.
Who scarce the ship had toucht, but Iuno strait the cable brake,
And lainsht the ship from shore, and did to boistrous sea betake.
Him now Aeneas absent much in battell seekes, and sends
The bodies of the Rutil youthes vnto their fatall ends.
No lenger then this sensles shape in corners seekes to lye,
But strait aloft doth mount, and to the darkned cloud doth flye.
Therwhiles into the midst of seas the whirlwind Turnus brings,
Both thanklesse for his lyfe, and quite vnwares of all these things,
And both his folded armes with these words vp to heauen he flings.
Much troubled then in minde, vaine hope conceauing, thus gan say.
Aeneas where away? do not thy promist wife forsake,
This hand to thee the land, which long by sea thou soughts, shall take.
Thus crying fast he followes on, with fauchon redy bent
In hand, ne spies how these his ioyes with wind away they went.
By chance there rode a ship, fast ioyned to a rocky ridge,
With ladders lying foorth, and plancks prepard a ready bridge,
In which Osinius king, from Clusium citie thither came.
Aeneas flying shape strait thither hies, and in the same
It selfe doth shrowd, and Turnus after hies him self apace,
And lingring none he makes, but bridges hie doth ouertrace.
Who scarce the ship had toucht, but Iuno strait the cable brake,
And lainsht the ship from shore, and did to boistrous sea betake.
Him now Aeneas absent much in battell seekes, and sends
The bodies of the Rutil youthes vnto their fatall ends.
No lenger then this sensles shape in corners seekes to lye,
But strait aloft doth mount, and to the darkned cloud doth flye.
Therwhiles into the midst of seas the whirlwind Turnus brings,
Both thanklesse for his lyfe, and quite vnwares of all these things,
And both his folded armes with these words vp to heauen he flings.
Almightie Ioue, and doost thou iudge so much I do offend,
This punishment on mee, which same haue not deserud, to send?
O where, or whence go I? what flight? or whom shall it restore?
Shall I againe Laurentum walles, or tents see enymore?
Or els those men which mee, and eke my quarrell ayded haue?
Whom all (alas) I now haue left vnto their death, and graue.
And now I see them stragling quite, and heare their wofull cries
As they be sleyne, what shall I doo? what earth may now suffice
My corps with gaping to receaue? you windes some pitie take,
Gainst rockes (for willing Turnus I to you my prayers make)
Do strike my ship, or beare me hence where cruelst quicksands bee,
Where neuer Rutil wight, ne yet report may follow mee.
Thus speaking, in his minde to this, sumtime to that he flyts,
The present shame for to auoyd, like one distract of wits
Where it were best his naked sword betweene his ribs to driue,
Or cast him self amid the floods, so to returne aliue,
By swimming to the crooked shore, vnto the Troyane fight,
Thrise whilst both wayes he did attempt, thryse Iuno full of might
With held him, and with pitie moued his purpose did restraine.
He driues vpon the sea, with happy streame, and tyde amaine,
At last arriues at auncient towne where Daunus king doth raigne.
This punishment on mee, which same haue not deserud, to send?
O where, or whence go I? what flight? or whom shall it restore?
Shall I againe Laurentum walles, or tents see enymore?
Or els those men which mee, and eke my quarrell ayded haue?
Whom all (alas) I now haue left vnto their death, and graue.
And now I see them stragling quite, and heare their wofull cries
As they be sleyne, what shall I doo? what earth may now suffice
Gainst rockes (for willing Turnus I to you my prayers make)
Do strike my ship, or beare me hence where cruelst quicksands bee,
Where neuer Rutil wight, ne yet report may follow mee.
Thus speaking, in his minde to this, sumtime to that he flyts,
The present shame for to auoyd, like one distract of wits
Where it were best his naked sword betweene his ribs to driue,
Or cast him self amid the floods, so to returne aliue,
By swimming to the crooked shore, vnto the Troyane fight,
Thrise whilst both wayes he did attempt, thryse Iuno full of might
With held him, and with pitie moued his purpose did restraine.
He driues vpon the sea, with happy streame, and tyde amaine,
At last arriues at auncient towne where Daunus king doth raigne.
Therwhiles, at becke of mighty Ioue, Mezentius burning mad
Into the battle comes, and sets vpon the Troyans glad.
The Troyan bandes togither run, and with one hate they fall
On him alone, and with their darts they do assaile him all.
He like a mighty rocke, amid the seas aloft that lies
With all aduentures meetes, and fretting rage of surge abies,
And forces all sustaines, what so by heauen, or sea are done
That firmly fixed stands. Sir Hebrus Delicaons sonne
He throwes to ground, and Latagus, and Palmus swift in flight.
At Latagus an hugie fragment of a mount in fight
He raught, and strake him in the face, and Palmus ham he riues
In twaine, and lets him softly roule, and armes to Lausus giues,
Who same vpon his shoulders fits, and plume on helmet weares.
Euantes eke the Troyan borne, and Minas match in yeares
To Paris, and companion his, Theano whom the same
Unto his sier Amicus bare, when noble Hecube dame
A burning brond sir Paris brought to light, he found a graue
Within Troy towne, but Minas thee Laurentum fields now haue.
Like as the Bore, which from the hils the hounds bring down in chase,
Whom Vesule pinie mount hath fostred well a mighty space,
And Laurent fields in couert deape of reeds full long haue fed,
At length when he him selfe perceaues in tangling toyles bespred
Still stands, and fiercely whets his tusks, and bristels vp doth set,
Ne courage any to be wroth, or neare to come doth let.
With borespeares flung from far, & hallowings loud the beast they tyre
Euen so all those gainst whom Mezentius stout hath cause of ire,
None hath the hart in equall fight to meete him hand to hand,
But throwing darts, and raising hugie noyse, aloofe they stand.
He fearlesse lookes about, and doubts which way his course to make,
And gnashes with his teeth, and on his backe their darts doth take.
Into the battle comes, and sets vpon the Troyans glad.
The Troyan bandes togither run, and with one hate they fall
On him alone, and with their darts they do assaile him all.
He like a mighty rocke, amid the seas aloft that lies
With all aduentures meetes, and fretting rage of surge abies,
And forces all sustaines, what so by heauen, or sea are done
That firmly fixed stands. Sir Hebrus Delicaons sonne
He throwes to ground, and Latagus, and Palmus swift in flight.
At Latagus an hugie fragment of a mount in fight
He raught, and strake him in the face, and Palmus ham he riues
In twaine, and lets him softly roule, and armes to Lausus giues,
Who same vpon his shoulders fits, and plume on helmet weares.
Euantes eke the Troyan borne, and Minas match in yeares
To Paris, and companion his, Theano whom the same
Unto his sier Amicus bare, when noble Hecube dame
A burning brond sir Paris brought to light, he found a graue
Within Troy towne, but Minas thee Laurentum fields now haue.
Like as the Bore, which from the hils the hounds bring down in chase,
Whom Vesule pinie mount hath fostred well a mighty space,
And Laurent fields in couert deape of reeds full long haue fed,
At length when he him selfe perceaues in tangling toyles bespred
Still stands, and fiercely whets his tusks, and bristels vp doth set,
Ne courage any to be wroth, or neare to come doth let.
With borespeares flung from far, & hallowings loud the beast they tyre
None hath the hart in equall fight to meete him hand to hand,
But throwing darts, and raising hugie noyse, aloofe they stand.
He fearlesse lookes about, and doubts which way his course to make,
And gnashes with his teeth, and on his backe their darts doth take.
From auncient coasts of Coritus, a Grætian Acron hight
There came, who promist wife, and wedding had forsane by flight.
Whom when Mezentius sees, amyd the rankes moue stur, and strife
In purple plumes full braue, and scarlet weede of promist wife:
Like as an hungry lyon fierce the forest round doth praunce,
(So hunger mad constraines) if he a rowebucke swift by chaunce,
Or els a Sore may find, whose tendre hornes begin to ryse,
He rampes for ioy, and wide he gapes, and vp his brestles flyes,
And falles vpon him close, and strait he bathes in goary blood
His greedy iawes:
Mezentius so him hies against his foes in hasty mood.
Unhappy Acron falles to ground, and earth with heeles doth beate,
Whilst vp he yelds the gost, and speare not burst with blood doth weate,
Ne sir Orodes would he dayne, that thence apace did flie
To cast to ground, ne at his backe his trembling dart to wrie,
But full in face him meetes, and man for man with him doth fight,
Inferiour in craft, but not in deedes of martiall might.
On him then prostrate on the earth both setting foote, and speare,
Of war no porcion small, loe tall Orodes lyeth there.
His mates againe a dubled sound sendforth with ioyfull hart.
He dying speakes, sure vnreuengd my death what euer thou art
Thou shalt not finde, ne long enioy, like destnies thee do call,
And where I lie, these very fields shal see thy fatall fall.
To whom Mezentius smiling, mixt with anger, answered then.
Thou now shalt die, as touching mee, the father of gods, and men
Looke he to that, and with that word the speare from corps he drew.
Unto his eyes doth bitter rest, and deadly sleepe ensue,
With aye enduring night, and neuer more the day to view.
Then Cædicus Alcathous sleies, Hidaspis eke at length
Is by Sacrator sleyne, Parthenie eke by Rapo, in strength
Right rough likewise hee Orses, and Messapus reeues of breath
Sir Clonie strong, Ericate Lycaon sends to death,
Who now by fall of frantike iade lies on the ground, the tother
A footeman him now sleyes on foote, and who from Argos thither
Sir Lycius came him gainst of grandsiers force not frustrate quight,
Braue Valerus downe throwes sir Sale Antronius killes in fight,
And him Nealces sleyes, in casting dartes of noble skill,
That could from very far strike with an arrow what he will.
There came, who promist wife, and wedding had forsane by flight.
Whom when Mezentius sees, amyd the rankes moue stur, and strife
In purple plumes full braue, and scarlet weede of promist wife:
Like as an hungry lyon fierce the forest round doth praunce,
(So hunger mad constraines) if he a rowebucke swift by chaunce,
Or els a Sore may find, whose tendre hornes begin to ryse,
He rampes for ioy, and wide he gapes, and vp his brestles flyes,
And falles vpon him close, and strait he bathes in goary blood
His greedy iawes:
Mezentius so him hies against his foes in hasty mood.
Unhappy Acron falles to ground, and earth with heeles doth beate,
Whilst vp he yelds the gost, and speare not burst with blood doth weate,
Ne sir Orodes would he dayne, that thence apace did flie
To cast to ground, ne at his backe his trembling dart to wrie,
But full in face him meetes, and man for man with him doth fight,
Inferiour in craft, but not in deedes of martiall might.
On him then prostrate on the earth both setting foote, and speare,
Of war no porcion small, loe tall Orodes lyeth there.
His mates againe a dubled sound sendforth with ioyfull hart.
He dying speakes, sure vnreuengd my death what euer thou art
Thou shalt not finde, ne long enioy, like destnies thee do call,
And where I lie, these very fields shal see thy fatall fall.
To whom Mezentius smiling, mixt with anger, answered then.
Thou now shalt die, as touching mee, the father of gods, and men
Looke he to that, and with that word the speare from corps he drew.
Unto his eyes doth bitter rest, and deadly sleepe ensue,
With aye enduring night, and neuer more the day to view.
Then Cædicus Alcathous sleies, Hidaspis eke at length
Is by Sacrator sleyne, Parthenie eke by Rapo, in strength
Right rough likewise hee Orses, and Messapus reeues of breath
Sir Clonie strong, Ericate Lycaon sends to death,
Who now by fall of frantike iade lies on the ground, the tother
Sir Lycius came him gainst of grandsiers force not frustrate quight,
Braue Valerus downe throwes sir Sale Antronius killes in fight,
And him Nealces sleyes, in casting dartes of noble skill,
That could from very far strike with an arrow what he will.
The greeuous fight like sorowes now, & mutual deaths had wraught,
Ech others slew, and they them selues were soone to slaughter braught,
Both conquerours and conquerd sort, ne these will flie, ne thay.
The Gods from Ioues supernall court their bootlesse wrath do way,
And pitie on both parts do take, and mortals heauy plight.
On th'oneside Venus fayer lookes downe, on th'other Iuno bright
And pale Tisiphon fretting fumes in thickst amid the fight.
Mezentius fierce a mighty dart then shaking in his hand,
Comes flying to the field, much like Orion great from land
When he on foote through midst of deepest seas and surges walkes,
And cuts a way through lakes, and to the necke in waters stalkes.
Or when an auncient Oke from highest hilles he home doth fetch,
And walking on the ground with lofty head the cloudes doth retch.
Mezentius so right fierce in monstrous armour in comes hee.
Aeneas straight when him within the rankes afar doth see,
Prepares against to goe, but he awhit not dreading staies,
Untill his foe approch, his mighty corps he there do paies.
And measuring with eye the space how far his dart could glide,
This righthand this of mine, and flying launce which here I guide,
Be happy God to me I pray, and here a vow I make,
The spoyles which now from of the corps of this same theefe I take
Thou for a monument, shalt Lausus haue, that sayd, a launce
He straight casts foorth, that flies, and from Aeneas shield did glaunce
And worthy Anthor strake, and twixt his ribs and guts 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 slaine his face to heauen he kest,
And yeelding vp the ghost, sweete Argos oft doth call to minde.
Ech others slew, and they them selues were soone to slaughter braught,
Both conquerours and conquerd sort, ne these will flie, ne thay.
The Gods from Ioues supernall court their bootlesse wrath do way,
And pitie on both parts do take, and mortals heauy plight.
On th'oneside Venus fayer lookes downe, on th'other Iuno bright
And pale Tisiphon fretting fumes in thickst amid the fight.
Mezentius fierce a mighty dart then shaking in his hand,
Comes flying to the field, much like Orion great from land
When he on foote through midst of deepest seas and surges walkes,
And cuts a way through lakes, and to the necke in waters stalkes.
Or when an auncient Oke from highest hilles he home doth fetch,
And walking on the ground with lofty head the cloudes doth retch.
Mezentius so right fierce in monstrous armour in comes hee.
Aeneas straight when him within the rankes afar doth see,
Prepares against to goe, but he awhit not dreading staies,
Untill his foe approch, his mighty corps he there do paies.
And measuring with eye the space how far his dart could glide,
This righthand this of mine, and flying launce which here I guide,
Be happy God to me I pray, and here a vow I make,
The spoyles which now from of the corps of this same theefe I take
Thou for a monument, shalt Lausus haue, that sayd, a launce
He straight casts foorth, that flies, and from Aeneas shield did glaunce
And worthy Anthor strake, and twixt his ribs and guts 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 slaine his face to heauen he kest,
And yeelding vp the ghost, sweete 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 threefold plates of bras,
With linen strong, and threefold playtes of bulles hide couered was,
The whirling dart through slies, and in his flanke doth fiercely light,
No force might it withstand. He gladly drawes his fauchon bright
Huge hanging downe his side, when Tyrrhen blood he doth espie,
And to him trembling all in rage he quickly draweth nie.
Then Lausus for his fathers chaunce doth mone in piteouswise
When hee the deed beheld, and plenty teares ran downe his eyes.
This hatefull hap of death, and eke those valient factes of thine,
(Yf therto later Time to credite giue do not repine)
Thy passing deedes, O noble Youth, in silence shal not lye.
Mezentius hurt retires, and back vnweldy fast doth hye.
And with his shield his enmies speare away with him he drew.
Forth Lausus sprang, and strait him selfe amid the weapons threw,
And now his righthand vp he cast, his mighty stroke he fet,
When vnderneath Aeneas sword the stroke doth cumming let.
Their mates with mighty noyse, and shout, this worthy deede pursue.
Then 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 raging frets, and shields him self with bucklar bright.
And like as when a cloud, fulfraught with hayle to ground doth fall,
The ploughmen rough from out the fields with speede convey them all,
The husbandmen thence hie, the waifairer some harbour takes,
Some riuers bancke, or hollow stony cliffe his succour makes
Whilst downe it poures, that when the Sun returnes againe in sight,
To woonted traueill fall, and labour lately left they might.
So stands Aeneas still, on ech side sore with tooles opprest,
On him whilst thick this cloud of war, and ragyng all doth rest,
And Lausus then begins to checke, and Lausus thus to threat.
And where the hollow bosse about with threefold plates of bras,
With linen strong, and threefold playtes of bulles hide couered was,
The whirling dart through slies, and in his flanke doth fiercely light,
No force might it withstand. He gladly drawes his fauchon bright
And to him trembling all in rage he quickly draweth nie.
Then Lausus for his fathers chaunce doth mone in piteouswise
When hee the deed beheld, and plenty teares ran downe his eyes.
This hatefull hap of death, and eke those valient factes of thine,
(Yf therto later Time to credite giue do not repine)
Thy passing deedes, O noble Youth, in silence shal not lye.
Mezentius hurt retires, and back vnweldy fast doth hye.
And with his shield his enmies speare away with him he drew.
Forth Lausus sprang, and strait him selfe amid the weapons threw,
And now his righthand vp he cast, his mighty stroke he fet,
When vnderneath Aeneas sword the stroke doth cumming let.
Their mates with mighty noyse, and shout, this worthy deede pursue.
Then 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 raging frets, and shields him self with bucklar bright.
And like as when a cloud, fulfraught with hayle to ground doth fall,
The ploughmen rough from out the fields with speede convey them all,
The husbandmen thence hie, the waifairer some harbour takes,
Some riuers bancke, or hollow stony cliffe his succour makes
Whilst downe it poures, that when the Sun returnes againe in sight,
To woonted traueill fall, and labour lately left they might.
So stands Aeneas still, on ech side sore with tooles opprest,
On him whilst thick this cloud of war, and ragyng all doth rest,
And Lausus then begins to checke, and Lausus thus to threat.
Where desperat runst? & doost attempt things for thy power to great?
This foolish loue of thine hath thee vnskilfull quite forlorne.
And he likewise against his foe, no lesse doth brag, and skorne.
Unto the Troyan prince great fury now in breast doth raigne,
And destnies had the vitall threed of Lausus cut in twaine,
For through his bulck Aeneas soone his mighty fauchon draue,
And hid it in him whole, his shield, and armour all he claue,
His coate likewise his mother which of soft fine gold had knit
And fild his bosome full of blood, his life away doth flit,
And wofull hasting to the soules, his body leaues behinde,
But when he saw his face which now to gastly death resignd,
His face which pale in wondrous sort did looke, he wofull stands,
And heauily bewailing vp with griefe 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 worke so worthy nature to requite?
Thine armour keepe, wherin alwayes thou tookest most delyte,
Thy soule vnto thy grandsiers gosts, thine ashes to the graue
I send, if so thy freends herof some due regarde will haue.
This onething yet a comfort to thy dolefull death shalbee,
That great Aeneas thee hath sleyne. His fellowes straggling hee
Much blames, and vp the corps he liftes, begoaring all with blood
The curious kembed lockes, as then the finest fashion stood.
This foolish loue of thine hath thee vnskilfull quite forlorne.
And he likewise against his foe, no lesse doth brag, and skorne.
Unto the Troyan prince great fury now in breast doth raigne,
And destnies had the vitall threed of Lausus cut in twaine,
For through his bulck Aeneas soone his mighty fauchon draue,
And hid it in him whole, his shield, and armour all he claue,
His coate likewise his mother which of soft fine gold had knit
And fild his bosome full of blood, his life away doth flit,
And wofull hasting to the soules, his body leaues behinde,
But when he saw his face which now to gastly death resignd,
His face which pale in wondrous sort did looke, he wofull stands,
And heauily bewailing vp with griefe doth cast his hands,
What praises due O youth, shall I for these thy merites find?
What may Aeneas worke so worthy nature to requite?
Thine armour keepe, wherin alwayes thou tookest most delyte,
Thy soule vnto thy grandsiers gosts, thine ashes to the graue
I send, if so thy freends herof some due regarde will haue.
This onething yet a comfort to thy dolefull death shalbee,
That great Aeneas thee hath sleyne. His fellowes straggling hee
Much blames, and vp the corps he liftes, begoaring all with blood
The curious kembed lockes, as then the finest fashion stood.
Therwhiles his father on the bancke of Tyber noble flood
His woundes with water wipes, and feeble body there doth rest
Against a bending tree, his brasen helmet, and his creast
Farof hanges on a bough, his armour great lies on the grasse,
And chosen youthes about him stand, and panting where he was
His feeble necke doth ease, his beard hangs downe vpon his brest,
And much of Lausus he enquires, his minde can take no rest,
And many forth to him he sendes from fight him to recall,
And of his fathers carefull hart him to enforme withall.
Then Lausus dead his mates bring home with greefe and dubled paine,
Lamenting sore so mighty a man, so mighty a wound had slaine.
The minde that mischiefe did abode, his sun afar did know,
His hoary heares with filthy dust he daubes, and vp doth throw
Both hands vnto the heauens, and fast vnto the corps doth cleaue.
O sun, had I such lust here still to liue, ne life to leaue
That I should thee to cruell enmies rage obiected see,
Whom I begat? and with thy blood preserued aliue to bee,
Thus liuing by the death? To mee poore wretch doth nought remaine
Saue exile sharpe, this bitter wound my wofull hart hath slayne.
And I (my sun) thy noble name with foule reproch haue staind,
Pulst forth through spite frō princely throne, & place wher father raind
Due punishment haue wel deserud, at countreis hands to die
All kindes of death, which (but to glose) I cannot sure denie.
Howbeit, as yet, I liue, ne men, ne light I do forsake,
But shortly so will do, and with that word he doth betake
Him to his wounded thigh, wheron he stands in painful case,
The deaply stroken wound doth cause him much to slack his pace.
But nought in courage quaild for steede he calles, his only stay,
And only comfort still that was, wherby he went away
Still conquerour from field, and to his steede thus gan to call.
O Rhœbus, long (if ought to mortall men be long at all)
We liued haue, this day with blooddy spoyles returne agayne,
Or with Aeneas head thou shalt, and so of Lausus payne
Reuenger be with mee, or els if force no way can finde
With mee togither shalt be slaine, since then of valient kinde,
Canst not abide (I thinke) a straunge, or Troian lord to know.
His woundes with water wipes, and feeble body there doth rest
Against a bending tree, his brasen helmet, and his creast
Farof hanges on a bough, his armour great lies on the grasse,
And chosen youthes about him stand, and panting where he was
His feeble necke doth ease, his beard hangs downe vpon his brest,
And much of Lausus he enquires, his minde can take no rest,
And many forth to him he sendes from fight him to recall,
And of his fathers carefull hart him to enforme withall.
Then Lausus dead his mates bring home with greefe and dubled paine,
Lamenting sore so mighty a man, so mighty a wound had slaine.
The minde that mischiefe did abode, his sun afar did know,
His hoary heares with filthy dust he daubes, and vp doth throw
Both hands vnto the heauens, and fast vnto the corps doth cleaue.
O sun, had I such lust here still to liue, ne life to leaue
That I should thee to cruell enmies rage obiected see,
Whom I begat? and with thy blood preserued aliue to bee,
Thus liuing by the death? To mee poore wretch doth nought remaine
Saue exile sharpe, this bitter wound my wofull hart hath slayne.
And I (my sun) thy noble name with foule reproch haue staind,
Pulst forth through spite frō princely throne, & place wher father raind
Due punishment haue wel deserud, at countreis hands to die
All kindes of death, which (but to glose) I cannot sure denie.
Howbeit, as yet, I liue, ne men, ne light I do forsake,
But shortly so will do, and with that word he doth betake
Him to his wounded thigh, wheron he stands in painful case,
The deaply stroken wound doth cause him much to slack his pace.
But nought in courage quaild for steede he calles, his only stay,
Still conquerour from field, and to his steede thus gan to call.
O Rhœbus, long (if ought to mortall men be long at all)
We liued haue, this day with blooddy spoyles returne agayne,
Or with Aeneas head thou shalt, and so of Lausus payne
Reuenger be with mee, or els if force no way can finde
With mee togither shalt be slaine, since then of valient kinde,
Canst not abide (I thinke) a straunge, or Troian lord to know.
This said: vpon the woonted backe himselfe he doth bestow,
And eche hand strait he armes with deadly dart, and pearsing speare,
The brasen helmet glittring shines, and creast of horses heare,
And swift he throngs into the thickst, great shame his 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 king of Gods, Apollo eke do graunt thou say not nay,
To deale with mee in fight.
This much he said, and with an hugie speare him straight doth meete.
To whom then hee, O cruell wretch with threats why doost thou greete
Since thou my Sun hast slayne? this was the next, and only way
For thee to frame my fatall fall, and weaue my last decay.
No loue to lothsome light I beare, for life I do not care,
Nor is there any of the Gods whom I regard, or spare,
Leaue of, I come to die, but first this gift to thee I bring.
He said: and strait a quiueringe dart against his foe doth fling.
Then forth another, and another throwing, round doth ride
A mighty race, the golden shield can well their force abide.
And thrise the Carrire round about him standing in the fielde
In casting forth his dartes he rode, the Troian lord his shielde
Thrise beareth round, with cruell wood of dartes quite ouerspred.
And eche hand strait he armes with deadly dart, and pearsing speare,
The brasen helmet glittring shines, and creast of horses heare,
And swift he throngs into the thickst, great shame his 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 king of Gods, Apollo eke do graunt thou say not nay,
To deale with mee in fight.
This much he said, and with an hugie speare him straight doth meete.
To whom then hee, O cruell wretch with threats why doost thou greete
Since thou my Sun hast slayne? this was the next, and only way
For thee to frame my fatall fall, and weaue my last decay.
No loue to lothsome light I beare, for life I do not care,
Nor is there any of the Gods whom I regard, or spare,
Leaue of, I come to die, but first this gift to thee I bring.
He said: and strait a quiueringe dart against his foe doth fling.
Then forth another, and another throwing, round doth ride
A mighty race, the golden shield can well their force abide.
And thrise the Carrire round about him standing in the fielde
In casting forth his dartes he rode, the Troian lord his shielde
Thrise beareth round, with cruell wood of dartes quite ouerspred.
But when he shames so long to stay, so many a sticking head
To pull away, and neede compels vnequall fight to try,
And foes incensed rage, aye bent to blood, and death doth spie,
Much casting in his minde, at last breakes forth, and doth enforce
A dart into the hollow temples of the warlike horse.
Upstandes the steede on end, and beates the aier his heeles withall,
Then downe he tumbling turnes, and faultring on the man doth fall.
He groueling on his face with shoulder wrest from ioynt there lies.
The Troyans, and the Latines eke with clamour touch the skies.
Aeneas flying comes, and from the sheath his blade drawes out,
And thus he speakes. Where is I pray you now Mezentius stout?
Where now that cruell force of minde, and courage bold in fight?
To whom Mezentius, when he larger breath, and heauens sight
Had drawne, and daunted sprites began refreshed well to bee,
O bitter foe, why bragst thou thus, and threatnest death to mee?
By slaughter is no wrong ywrought, ne came I so to fight,
Ne did for mee my Lausus deare such league, or bargaine smyte.
This one thing I request, of lordes if vassayles grace may craue,
My body let entombed be, I wote my subiectes haue
Great hatred mee against, their rage defend from me away,
And do vouchsafe in one self graue, my sun, and mee to lay.
He spake: and strait the sword aduisde into his throat receaues,
And gushing goary blood the life amid his armour leaues.
To pull away, and neede compels vnequall fight to try,
And foes incensed rage, aye bent to blood, and death doth spie,
Much casting in his minde, at last breakes forth, and doth enforce
A dart into the hollow temples of the warlike horse.
Upstandes the steede on end, and beates the aier his heeles withall,
Then downe he tumbling turnes, and faultring on the man doth fall.
The Troyans, and the Latines eke with clamour touch the skies.
Aeneas flying comes, and from the sheath his blade drawes out,
And thus he speakes. Where is I pray you now Mezentius stout?
Where now that cruell force of minde, and courage bold in fight?
To whom Mezentius, when he larger breath, and heauens sight
Had drawne, and daunted sprites began refreshed well to bee,
O bitter foe, why bragst thou thus, and threatnest death to mee?
By slaughter is no wrong ywrought, ne came I so to fight,
Ne did for mee my Lausus deare such league, or bargaine smyte.
This one thing I request, of lordes if vassayles grace may craue,
My body let entombed be, I wote my subiectes haue
Great hatred mee against, their rage defend from me away,
And do vouchsafe in one self graue, my sun, and mee to lay.
He spake: and strait the sword aduisde into his throat receaues,
And gushing goary blood the life amid his armour leaues.
DEO GRATIAS.
Inchoatum per Thomam Phaer, finitum Londini
per Thomam Twynum. 23. Maij. 1573. Opus 7. dierum per interualla.
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