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 TWELFTH BOOKE of the Æneidos of Uirgill.
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THE TWELFTH BOOKE of the Æneidos of Uirgill.
The Argument.
When the Latines were vanquished, Turnus seeing all his helpe to bee reposed in himselfe, contrarye to the perswasion of Latinus, and the Queenes manifolde teares: determineth to fight hande to hand with Aeneas, and sendeth such word vnto him by Idmon his messenger. Aeneas is therewith pleased, and with solemne othes on both sides they make the league, whiche Iuturna through perswasion of Iuno in the shape of Camertes, disturbeth. First of all, Tolumnius the Southsayer, that by a false shew proficied victorye to his side: striketh through with a Darte one of Gilippus sunnes. Aeneas likewise, seeking meanes to appease the tumulte: is wounded by an arrow vncertayne by whom it was shot, and is constrayned to leaue the battaile. Which Turnus vnderstanding, supposing he had gotten a great occasion of good successe: maketh great slaughter on his foes. Venus cureth her sunne with Dyttany of Ida. Aeneas, amended: commeth agayne foorth, and rescueth his mates, and namely calleth for Turnus in fight. But Turnus still withdrawing himselfe, (for Iuturna his sister in shape of Metiscus the wagoner, carrying him alwayes aside would not suffer him meete with Aeneas in batayle) hee determineth to besiege the towne, and leading his army neare to the walles casteth fire vp to the Turrets, & houses. Then Amata supposing that Turnus was slayne: through extreame sorrow hangeth her self. These thinges being told vnto Turnus by Sages seeing that he must needes fight, or suffer his confederate towne come into his enemies hands before his face: voluntarily prouoketh Aeneas to the combate according to the tenure of the league. In which fight Aeneas hauing the victorye, and being almost mooued to take compassion, and graunt lyfe to his enemie: yet when he saw the gyrdle vpon his shoulder which he had taken from Pallas, whom he had slaine before, sodaynly mooued with anger: thrusteth him to the hart.
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daunted force, & fight vnlucky late, whē quaild to bee
His Latines stout of yore, most valient Turnus Prince did see,
Himself a marke to eche mans eyes, outragious gan to boyle
And rise in rage, much like a Lyon fierce of Affrick soyle,
Whose breast, whē first with dint of hunters speare is wounded deepe,
He then prepares himselfe to fight, and curled lockes doth keepe
With wrath erected on his neck, the hunters launce with pawes
Fast sticking bold he breakes, and foming frets with bloody iawes.
None otherwise the rage of furious Turnus forth doth breake,
And to Latinus King thus gan with troubled mind to speake.
In Turnus is no stay, why dastard Troyans should forsake
Their word there is no cause, nor breake the bargayne they did make.
Him will I matche, bring sacrifice, our league come vnderstand.
The Dardan Lord will I send hence to hell with this right hand,
That runaway from Asia land, let Latines keepe them still,
And countries common shame with sword alone cut off I will,
Or quite he vs shall ouerthrow, and wife Lauinia haue.
To whom with sober moode Latinus than this answere gaue.
O most couragious youth, how much the more thou doost exceede
In valyant hart, so much the more is meete I should indeede
Giue graue aduise, and charely for chaunces all prouide.
Thou hast thy father Daunus realmes, and many a towne beside
Wunne with thyne hand, Latinus welth, and courage hath likewise,
In Latium land and in Laurentum soyle right large that lies,
Are many moe vnmaried dames, and not of basest line.
Now giue me leaue the truth in open wordes for to vntwine,
And print it deepe in minde what I hereof to thee shall show.
On eny of her auntient loues my daughter to bestow
I was forbid, so all the goddes and men to me haue told.
Bold yet for loue of thee, and for our kindreds sake as bold,
And for our heauy spouses teares, all promise made I brake,
And from my sunne his wife, my selfe to wicked armes haue take.
Since which time, Turnus, thou hast seene, what chaunces did ensue,
What warres, what payns to thee as cheefe amongst the rest there grue.
Twise ouerthrowne in battayls great, scarce in the towne we keepe
The hope of all Italia land, and Tybers channell deepe
Yet with our blood doth warmed run, and fields with bones looke white.
O where turne I so oft? what madnesse mooues my minde so light?
If Turnus die, and straight for them as for my peeres I send,
Why rather doe I not whilst he doth liue, this quarrell end?
What will my cousins Rutils say, what all Italia land
If thee to death I should betray (which chaunce the Gods withstand)
Which doost our daughter craue, to ioyne with vs in wedlocke band?
Regarde the doubtfull happes of warre, and do some pitie take
Upon thine auntient sire, whom wofull warres do carefull make,
And Ardea countrey deare, full far from hence doth now disioyne.
But Turnus all these wordes cannot perswade for to resigne,
His rage which waxeth more, and still in healing doth augment.
But whē he once could speake, these words from out his mouth he sent.
His Latines stout of yore, most valient Turnus Prince did see,
Himself a marke to eche mans eyes, outragious gan to boyle
And rise in rage, much like a Lyon fierce of Affrick soyle,
Whose breast, whē first with dint of hunters speare is wounded deepe,
He then prepares himselfe to fight, and curled lockes doth keepe
Fast sticking bold he breakes, and foming frets with bloody iawes.
None otherwise the rage of furious Turnus forth doth breake,
And to Latinus King thus gan with troubled mind to speake.
In Turnus is no stay, why dastard Troyans should forsake
Their word there is no cause, nor breake the bargayne they did make.
Him will I matche, bring sacrifice, our league come vnderstand.
The Dardan Lord will I send hence to hell with this right hand,
That runaway from Asia land, let Latines keepe them still,
And countries common shame with sword alone cut off I will,
Or quite he vs shall ouerthrow, and wife Lauinia haue.
To whom with sober moode Latinus than this answere gaue.
O most couragious youth, how much the more thou doost exceede
In valyant hart, so much the more is meete I should indeede
Giue graue aduise, and charely for chaunces all prouide.
Thou hast thy father Daunus realmes, and many a towne beside
Wunne with thyne hand, Latinus welth, and courage hath likewise,
In Latium land and in Laurentum soyle right large that lies,
Are many moe vnmaried dames, and not of basest line.
Now giue me leaue the truth in open wordes for to vntwine,
And print it deepe in minde what I hereof to thee shall show.
On eny of her auntient loues my daughter to bestow
I was forbid, so all the goddes and men to me haue told.
Bold yet for loue of thee, and for our kindreds sake as bold,
And for our heauy spouses teares, all promise made I brake,
And from my sunne his wife, my selfe to wicked armes haue take.
Since which time, Turnus, thou hast seene, what chaunces did ensue,
What warres, what payns to thee as cheefe amongst the rest there grue.
Twise ouerthrowne in battayls great, scarce in the towne we keepe
The hope of all Italia land, and Tybers channell deepe
Yet with our blood doth warmed run, and fields with bones looke white.
O where turne I so oft? what madnesse mooues my minde so light?
If Turnus die, and straight for them as for my peeres I send,
Why rather doe I not whilst he doth liue, this quarrell end?
What will my cousins Rutils say, what all Italia land
If thee to death I should betray (which chaunce the Gods withstand)
Which doost our daughter craue, to ioyne with vs in wedlocke band?
Regarde the doubtfull happes of warre, and do some pitie take
And Ardea countrey deare, full far from hence doth now disioyne.
But Turnus all these wordes cannot perswade for to resigne,
His rage which waxeth more, and still in healing doth augment.
But whē he once could speake, these words from out his mouth he sent.
O father deare, this care which you in my behalfe do take,
Cast off at my request, nor be so carefull for my sake,
And suffer me in steede of prayse a famous death obtayne.
For we our darts do throw, and swords do draw not still in vayne,
And strength in hands we haue, & from our woundes blood runneth red.
Far shall his mother be, that flying him with clowd shall spred,
And vayne in flickering shade withdraw her selfe soone out of sight.
Cast off at my request, nor be so carefull for my sake,
And suffer me in steede of prayse a famous death obtayne.
For we our darts do throw, and swords do draw not still in vayne,
And strength in hands we haue, & from our woundes blood runneth red.
Far shall his mother be, that flying him with clowd shall spred,
And vayne in flickering shade withdraw her selfe soone out of sight.
But now the Queene at nouell guise of battle much affright
With weeping like to die, her sonne in law in armes she hent.
O Turnus, by these teares of mine, or euer if thou were bent
Amatas honour to preserue (for hope of elder yeares
Thou art, and of our rest alone, and honour which vpbeares
The state of Latine realme, our shakned house on thee doth lie)
Graunt me this thing, with Troians stoute thou do not battell trie.
For whatsoeuer chaunce in this conflict thou doest sustaine
O Turnus I sustayne the same, and lothsome life refraine
Therewith determined I am, for sunne in law to see
Aeneas shall I not abide, and captiue Queene to bee.
Lauinia then with teares her mothers talke did vnderstand,
With burning blushing cheekes, whom colour much had out of hand
With heat inflamed, vp which to her face foorthwith did spred,
Like as when Iuery white by chaunce is staind with scarlet red,
Or purple roses pure with Lilies white lie mixt in place,
Such was the virgins hue, such were the colours in her face.
Him loue disturbeth much, and on the mayde his eyes he stayes,
And burnes to battell more, and to Amata shortly sayes.
O mother, do not now with wofull teares me thus pursue,
Ne giue me cause hereby to dread that lucke shall light ascue.
In Turnus power, if destnies will, it lyeth not death to fly.
Go Idmon, tell the Phrygian king this message by and by
Which will not please him wel, when first to morow in welkin bright,
In purple charret drawne the morning cleare shall rise in sight,
His Troyans foorth he do not lead agaynst the Rutil bandes,
The Troians still do hold, and Rutils eke their blades in hands.
But in that fight with our two blood shall ended be the strife,
And in that field be tride, who shall Lauinia wed to wife.
With weeping like to die, her sonne in law in armes she hent.
O Turnus, by these teares of mine, or euer if thou were bent
Amatas honour to preserue (for hope of elder yeares
Thou art, and of our rest alone, and honour which vpbeares
The state of Latine realme, our shakned house on thee doth lie)
Graunt me this thing, with Troians stoute thou do not battell trie.
For whatsoeuer chaunce in this conflict thou doest sustaine
O Turnus I sustayne the same, and lothsome life refraine
Therewith determined I am, for sunne in law to see
Aeneas shall I not abide, and captiue Queene to bee.
Lauinia then with teares her mothers talke did vnderstand,
With burning blushing cheekes, whom colour much had out of hand
With heat inflamed, vp which to her face foorthwith did spred,
Like as when Iuery white by chaunce is staind with scarlet red,
Or purple roses pure with Lilies white lie mixt in place,
Such was the virgins hue, such were the colours in her face.
Him loue disturbeth much, and on the mayde his eyes he stayes,
And burnes to battell more, and to Amata shortly sayes.
O mother, do not now with wofull teares me thus pursue,
Ne giue me cause hereby to dread that lucke shall light ascue.
In Turnus power, if destnies will, it lyeth not death to fly.
Go Idmon, tell the Phrygian king this message by and by
Which will not please him wel, when first to morow in welkin bright,
In purple charret drawne the morning cleare shall rise in sight,
His Troyans foorth he do not lead agaynst the Rutil bandes,
But in that fight with our two blood shall ended be the strife,
And in that field be tride, who shall Lauinia wed to wife.
When he these words had said, and hied him thence to court apace,
He calles for steedes, and ioyes to see them fome before his face,
Which to Pilumnus once for present gaue Orithyia faier,
In whitenesse passing driuen snow, in swiftnes nimble aier.
The keepers quicke there stand about, and them with handes prouoke,
With sounding blowes on breast, & curled manes wt combes do stroke.
Anon his gorget gay with gold and siluer damaskt bright,
And scarlet worke ywrought, about his necke he fitteth tight.
His sword and target next, and ruddie plumes of feathers braue,
The sword which vnto Daunus old sumtime god Vulcan gaue,
And fiery flaming hot in lake of Stix did deepely quent.
Then strait a mighty speare, which to an hugie pillar hent
Erect amid the house, with valient force in hand he tooke,
Sir Actor of Aruncans spoyle, and fiercely foorth it shook
Thus crying out, O speare, whom neuer yet I cauld in vaine,
The time is come when thou with mee this brunt must needes sustaine.
Thee mighty Actors hand somtime, but now doth Turnus hold.
His carcas graunt that I may ouerthrow in battaile bold,
And with a valient hand from of the necke the gorget teare
Of that same Cocknie Phrygian knight, and drench in dust his heare,
And lockes with bodkins frisled fine, and moyst with Mirrhe, & oyles.
These furies forth him pricke, and from his face with rage that boyles
The sparckles sprincling flie, and eyes with flaming fier do glow.
Like as a mighty Bull sendes forth his voyce, and loud doth low
When first he comes to fight, and proues his hornes in rage to whet,
And spying far a tree, himself therto doth cloasly set,
And rough with stroakes prouoking windes the grauell flings about.
No lesse therwhiles in mothers armour strong Aeneas stout,
Himself to war prepares, and sharpe prouokes himself with ire,
And ioyes the war with league so ended is, his great desier.
Then to his mates, and faire Iule he comfort great doth bring,
Instructing them in destnies all, and legates to the king
He bids with certaine answere to returne, and to declare
The whole conditions of the league, what they in ordre are.
He calles for steedes, and ioyes to see them fome before his face,
Which to Pilumnus once for present gaue Orithyia faier,
In whitenesse passing driuen snow, in swiftnes nimble aier.
The keepers quicke there stand about, and them with handes prouoke,
With sounding blowes on breast, & curled manes wt combes do stroke.
Anon his gorget gay with gold and siluer damaskt bright,
And scarlet worke ywrought, about his necke he fitteth tight.
His sword and target next, and ruddie plumes of feathers braue,
The sword which vnto Daunus old sumtime god Vulcan gaue,
And fiery flaming hot in lake of Stix did deepely quent.
Then strait a mighty speare, which to an hugie pillar hent
Erect amid the house, with valient force in hand he tooke,
Sir Actor of Aruncans spoyle, and fiercely foorth it shook
Thus crying out, O speare, whom neuer yet I cauld in vaine,
The time is come when thou with mee this brunt must needes sustaine.
Thee mighty Actors hand somtime, but now doth Turnus hold.
His carcas graunt that I may ouerthrow in battaile bold,
And with a valient hand from of the necke the gorget teare
Of that same Cocknie Phrygian knight, and drench in dust his heare,
And lockes with bodkins frisled fine, and moyst with Mirrhe, & oyles.
These furies forth him pricke, and from his face with rage that boyles
The sparckles sprincling flie, and eyes with flaming fier do glow.
Like as a mighty Bull sendes forth his voyce, and loud doth low
When first he comes to fight, and proues his hornes in rage to whet,
And spying far a tree, himself therto doth cloasly set,
And rough with stroakes prouoking windes the grauell flings about.
No lesse therwhiles in mothers armour strong Aeneas stout,
Himself to war prepares, and sharpe prouokes himself with ire,
And ioyes the war with league so ended is, his great desier.
Then to his mates, and faire Iule he comfort great doth bring,
Instructing them in destnies all, and legates to the king
He bids with certaine answere to returne, and to declare
The whole conditions of the league, what they in ordre are.
The dawning next the hilles with light had scarcely ouer spred,
When first sir Phœbus steedes forth of the sea did lift their hed,
And from their loftie nostrels wide did blow the broad daylight
When strait before the citie walles they measure for the fight
An equall plaine, both Rutilmen, and Troyans mixt a vie,
And fiers in the midst they make, and altars build on hie,
Of earthen turnes yframd, vnto the equall gods to stand.
And fast some water fetch, some crackling fier bring in their hand,
In surplice white of linen clad, and temples compast round
With wreath of Ueruine soote, and holly herbes togither bound.
The Latine armie issueth forth, and bandes with darts that fight
In clusters thicke to gates do throng, and Troyans armie bright
With Tyrrhens armd in sundry sort, with speed they forth do flie,
Nonotherwise in armour prest, then if that by and by
They should to battayle fierce descend, and thick in thousands told
The captaines scoure about, in scarlet braue, and glittringe gold:
The ofspring of Assaracus, Mnesthee, Asylas wilde,
Messapus eke a tamer stout of steedes, Neptunus childe.
And when at certain signe into their place they drew them all,
Their pykes they pitch on ground, & downe their shields they let to fall.
The matrones then with great desire to see, and rascall rout,
And men vnweldy old, the turrets hie, and tops about
Of houses do bestride, and loftie ridge of gates do clim,
And vp the walles they slide, and couch them thick vpon the brim.
And from their loftie nostrels wide did blow the broad daylight
When strait before the citie walles they measure for the fight
An equall plaine, both Rutilmen, and Troyans mixt a vie,
And fiers in the midst they make, and altars build on hie,
Of earthen turnes yframd, vnto the equall gods to stand.
And fast some water fetch, some crackling fier bring in their hand,
In surplice white of linen clad, and temples compast round
With wreath of Ueruine soote, and holly herbes togither bound.
The Latine armie issueth forth, and bandes with darts that fight
In clusters thicke to gates do throng, and Troyans armie bright
With Tyrrhens armd in sundry sort, with speed they forth do flie,
Nonotherwise in armour prest, then if that by and by
They should to battayle fierce descend, and thick in thousands told
The captaines scoure about, in scarlet braue, and glittringe gold:
The ofspring of Assaracus, Mnesthee, Asylas wilde,
Messapus eke a tamer stout of steedes, Neptunus childe.
And when at certain signe into their place they drew them all,
Their pykes they pitch on ground, & downe their shields they let to fall.
The matrones then with great desire to see, and rascall rout,
And men vnweldy old, the turrets hie, and tops about
Of houses do bestride, and loftie ridge of gates do clim,
And vp the walles they slide, and couch them thick vpon the brim.
But Iuno from a loftie hill, that now Albanus hight,
(For then it was deuoyd of name, renowme, and glorie quight,)
Downe looking all the campe at length, and breadth she did behold,
And both the armies viewd, both Latines stout, and Troyans bold,
And Laurent towne, and strayt to Turnus sister gan to speake,
One Goddesse to her feere, that standing lakes, and floods that creake
Doth ouerrule. This honour great, the king of heauen aboue
For maydenhode bereft bestowed on her in dulcet loue.
O Nimphe, the glory great of streames, beloued most of mee,
Thou knowest of all Latine ladies bright, how only thee,
That to almighty Ioue ingreatefull bed ascended haue
I do esteeme, and willingly a place in heauen I gaue.
Now lerne thy griefe, and do not mee henceforth, Iuturna, blame.
So far as fortune would permit, and destnies graunt the same,
Both Latium state, and Turnus, and thy walles I did defend.
But now the youth with partiall fates I see to battaile wend,
Now fatall destnies day, and cruell force, at hand they bee,
Ne may I with mine eyes abide this fight, or league to see.
Thou, if thou canst deuise some meanes, thy brother to aduaunce,
Assay, perhaps in time poore wretches may haue better chaunce.
Scarce had she said, but strait in teares forth faire Iuturna brake,
And thrise or fouertimes her cumly brest with fist she strake.
This is no time for teares (quoth Iuno then) but make some speede,
And Turnus saue from death, if meanes may be deuisde, indeede.
And do them strait to war prouoke, and breake the league they make,
Let mee be authour of the deede, this said, she did forsake
Her doubtfull much, and troubled sore with wofull wound of mind.
(For then it was deuoyd of name, renowme, and glorie quight,)
Downe looking all the campe at length, and breadth she did behold,
And both the armies viewd, both Latines stout, and Troyans bold,
And Laurent towne, and strayt to Turnus sister gan to speake,
One Goddesse to her feere, that standing lakes, and floods that creake
Doth ouerrule. This honour great, the king of heauen aboue
For maydenhode bereft bestowed on her in dulcet loue.
O Nimphe, the glory great of streames, beloued most of mee,
Thou knowest of all Latine ladies bright, how only thee,
That to almighty Ioue ingreatefull bed ascended haue
I do esteeme, and willingly a place in heauen I gaue.
Now lerne thy griefe, and do not mee henceforth, Iuturna, blame.
So far as fortune would permit, and destnies graunt the same,
Both Latium state, and Turnus, and thy walles I did defend.
Now fatall destnies day, and cruell force, at hand they bee,
Ne may I with mine eyes abide this fight, or league to see.
Thou, if thou canst deuise some meanes, thy brother to aduaunce,
Assay, perhaps in time poore wretches may haue better chaunce.
Scarce had she said, but strait in teares forth faire Iuturna brake,
And thrise or fouertimes her cumly brest with fist she strake.
This is no time for teares (quoth Iuno then) but make some speede,
And Turnus saue from death, if meanes may be deuisde, indeede.
And do them strait to war prouoke, and breake the league they make,
Let mee be authour of the deede, this said, she did forsake
Her doubtfull much, and troubled sore with wofull wound of mind.
Therwhiles the kings (Latinus with an hugie traine assignd,
In charret drawne wt fouer horse rides, whose auncient temples round
With glittting beames of gold in numbre twelue about were bound,
The Sun his grandsiers badge, in charret drawn wt two horse whight
Forth Turnus comes, with launces twaine broad armd with iron bright
On th'other side Aeneas, founder first of Romane blood,
With burning bucklar bright, and heauenly armour strong and good,
And next Iülus younge, of mighty Rome the second hope)
Forth of their tentes proceede, a priest beseene in purest cope,
A youngling yelt of brestled sow, and twinling sheepe vntwight
Brings forth, and hales the beastes vnto the altars burning bright.
They turning then their faces forth vnto the risinge sun,
Do sprinckle bran and salt about, the scissers round do run
About the temples of the beastes, and wine on altars lay.
Then lord Aeneas with his fauchon bright forthdrawne, doth pray.
Beare witnes of my words, O Sun, and thou Italia land,
For whose alonly sake these trauailes great I tooke in hand,
And thou almighty Ioue, and thou nolesse, O Iuno bright,
More gentle goddesse now I trust, and Mars of warlike might,
Who as it seemes most best to thee, all bloodie warres doost guide,
You Springs and Riuers eke I call, and what soere doth bide
Relligious to heauens high, or blueish sea belowe:
If so on Turnus happy lucke the conquest do bestowe,
Tis meete that to Euanders towne we conquered goe againe,
Iülus shall depart the realme, and from all war refraine
The vanquisht Troyans shall henceforth, nor armes herafter take,
Nor yet molest this land with war, that they shall hap to make.
But if through force of armes to vs the conquest lotted bee,
As so I hope it shall, and gods vs graunt the same to see,
I neuer shall Italians force the Troyans to obey,
Nor do I seeke to be their king, but this, that ioyntly they,
Unuanquisht nations may in euerlasting league abide.
My selfe will gods, and reliques tende, Latinus warres shall guide,
My fatherlaw his woonted crowne shall weare, my mates, they shall
Build vp a towne for mee, and by Lauinias name it call.
In charret drawne wt fouer horse rides, whose auncient temples round
With glittting beames of gold in numbre twelue about were bound,
The Sun his grandsiers badge, in charret drawn wt two horse whight
Forth Turnus comes, with launces twaine broad armd with iron bright
On th'other side Aeneas, founder first of Romane blood,
With burning bucklar bright, and heauenly armour strong and good,
And next Iülus younge, of mighty Rome the second hope)
Forth of their tentes proceede, a priest beseene in purest cope,
A youngling yelt of brestled sow, and twinling sheepe vntwight
Brings forth, and hales the beastes vnto the altars burning bright.
They turning then their faces forth vnto the risinge sun,
Do sprinckle bran and salt about, the scissers round do run
About the temples of the beastes, and wine on altars lay.
Then lord Aeneas with his fauchon bright forthdrawne, doth pray.
Beare witnes of my words, O Sun, and thou Italia land,
For whose alonly sake these trauailes great I tooke in hand,
And thou almighty Ioue, and thou nolesse, O Iuno bright,
More gentle goddesse now I trust, and Mars of warlike might,
Who as it seemes most best to thee, all bloodie warres doost guide,
You Springs and Riuers eke I call, and what soere doth bide
Relligious to heauens high, or blueish sea belowe:
If so on Turnus happy lucke the conquest do bestowe,
Tis meete that to Euanders towne we conquered goe againe,
Iülus shall depart the realme, and from all war refraine
The vanquisht Troyans shall henceforth, nor armes herafter take,
But if through force of armes to vs the conquest lotted bee,
As so I hope it shall, and gods vs graunt the same to see,
I neuer shall Italians force the Troyans to obey,
Nor do I seeke to be their king, but this, that ioyntly they,
Unuanquisht nations may in euerlasting league abide.
My selfe will gods, and reliques tende, Latinus warres shall guide,
My fatherlaw his woonted crowne shall weare, my mates, they shall
Build vp a towne for mee, and by Lauinias name it call.
Thus lord Aeneas first, then next bespake Latinus old.
His eyes to heauen he castes, and vp to starres his hands doth hold.
Aeneas, by the same both land, and sea, and starres I sweare,
And by Latonas impes, and Iane that faces two doth beare,
And power of gods infernall grim, and cruell Plutoes seates,
Let Ioue heare this, that breakers false of leagues with thundre beates,
I touch the altars here, and fiers that stand before vs all,
And all the heauenly powers herof to record I do call,
No day shall once this peace disturbe, or concord frustrate make,
How ere the case do fall, nor cause mee willing it forsake,
Not though the land into the sea he threw, and drencht vs all,
Or should enforce the loftie heauen in Lymbo low to fall.
Like as this Mace (for in his hand by chaunce a mace he had)
Greene leafe shall neuer burgein more, nor spray, nor pleasaunt shad
Since first in woods it grew, and from the stocke was cut away,
Now roote it lackes, the knife did cause both leafe, and braunch decay,
Somtime a tree, howbeit the workmans hand, the same in gold
Hath now incloasd, and geuen it the Latine kings to hold.
With suchlike words, among thēselues their leagues they stablish sure
Amid the rout of all the lords, the beastes then sacred pure
Within the flaming fiers they slay, and from them sprauling quicke
Their trembling entrailes take, and altars heape with launces thicke.
His eyes to heauen he castes, and vp to starres his hands doth hold.
Aeneas, by the same both land, and sea, and starres I sweare,
And by Latonas impes, and Iane that faces two doth beare,
And power of gods infernall grim, and cruell Plutoes seates,
Let Ioue heare this, that breakers false of leagues with thundre beates,
I touch the altars here, and fiers that stand before vs all,
And all the heauenly powers herof to record I do call,
No day shall once this peace disturbe, or concord frustrate make,
How ere the case do fall, nor cause mee willing it forsake,
Not though the land into the sea he threw, and drencht vs all,
Or should enforce the loftie heauen in Lymbo low to fall.
Like as this Mace (for in his hand by chaunce a mace he had)
Greene leafe shall neuer burgein more, nor spray, nor pleasaunt shad
Since first in woods it grew, and from the stocke was cut away,
Now roote it lackes, the knife did cause both leafe, and braunch decay,
Somtime a tree, howbeit the workmans hand, the same in gold
Hath now incloasd, and geuen it the Latine kings to hold.
With suchlike words, among thēselues their leagues they stablish sure
Amid the rout of all the lords, the beastes then sacred pure
Within the flaming fiers they slay, and from them sprauling quicke
Their trembling entrailes take, and altars heape with launces thicke.
But now to Rutil crue this match right much vnmeete doth seeme,
And straight with wauering mindes in sort perplext, herof they deeme.
But chiefly when more neare their far vnequall strength they view.
His secret walkings forth augments the same, and low he threw
His eies on ground whilst he in sacring was, his heauy cheere,
His hollow cheekes, and palenesse in his face that doth appeere.
This talke when sad Iuturna saw, now more and more encrease,
The common peoples harts now quailing from this league to cease,
Into the thickest thronges in semblant of Camertes face,
Whose stocke right noble was of graundsiers old, and fathers race,
And name with vertue fraught, himselfe in armes of valient might,
Into the thickest rankes she comes, enformd of all aright,
And sundry rumours forth she blabs, and babling thus doth say.
Is it not shame, O Rutils, things of so great waight to lay
Upon the life of one? are not in numbre wee, or might
Their matches? loe the Troyans all, and Archades in sight
Here stand, the fatall armie, and Hetruria Turnus foe.
Scarce haue they man for man, if them against in fight we goe.
He to the gods aboue before whose altars now he praies
By flickring fame shal flie, and liue in mouth of man alwaies.
But we with losse of patiue soyle, proud lordes for to obay
Shalbe constraind while lingring now here in the fields we stay.
With suchlike words the souldiours minds with rage he kindleth sore,
And murmour great through out the field encreaseth more, and more.
The Laurent peoples mindes are changd, and Latines harts likewise,
And those that late for truce from war, and saulftie did deuise
Wish now for armes, & couenantes all full faine would frustrate make,
And on king Turnus ruthfull case compassion great do take.
To this a greater thing Iuturna ioynes, from heauen on hie
A signe she downe doth send, that nothing could be found wherby
Th'Italians mindes she more might mooue, or more wt monsters guile.
For why, the bird of mighty Ioue aloft on wing did toyle
Amid the ayer, and fierce a shole of fearfull foules pursue,
And twigging forth a pace fast on her flight the Egle flue.
When sodenly she stoopt downe to the streame, and sousing feld
A noble Swan to ground, and griping fast in talantes held.
Th'Italian troupes their mindes herat erect, then all the rout
Of foules from flight with noise returne (a straunge sight out of dout)
And heauen with wings they do obscure, and thicke a cloud they make,
And on their foe they fiercely set, and round the ayer they shake,
And still so sore they him assault, till vanquisht with their might,
For want of force he faintes, the pray out of his foote he quight
Lets fall into the streame, and fast to skies doth take his flight.
And straight with wauering mindes in sort perplext, herof they deeme.
But chiefly when more neare their far vnequall strength they view.
His secret walkings forth augments the same, and low he threw
His eies on ground whilst he in sacring was, his heauy cheere,
His hollow cheekes, and palenesse in his face that doth appeere.
This talke when sad Iuturna saw, now more and more encrease,
Into the thickest thronges in semblant of Camertes face,
Whose stocke right noble was of graundsiers old, and fathers race,
And name with vertue fraught, himselfe in armes of valient might,
Into the thickest rankes she comes, enformd of all aright,
And sundry rumours forth she blabs, and babling thus doth say.
Is it not shame, O Rutils, things of so great waight to lay
Upon the life of one? are not in numbre wee, or might
Their matches? loe the Troyans all, and Archades in sight
Here stand, the fatall armie, and Hetruria Turnus foe.
Scarce haue they man for man, if them against in fight we goe.
He to the gods aboue before whose altars now he praies
By flickring fame shal flie, and liue in mouth of man alwaies.
But we with losse of patiue soyle, proud lordes for to obay
Shalbe constraind while lingring now here in the fields we stay.
With suchlike words the souldiours minds with rage he kindleth sore,
And murmour great through out the field encreaseth more, and more.
The Laurent peoples mindes are changd, and Latines harts likewise,
And those that late for truce from war, and saulftie did deuise
Wish now for armes, & couenantes all full faine would frustrate make,
And on king Turnus ruthfull case compassion great do take.
To this a greater thing Iuturna ioynes, from heauen on hie
A signe she downe doth send, that nothing could be found wherby
Th'Italians mindes she more might mooue, or more wt monsters guile.
For why, the bird of mighty Ioue aloft on wing did toyle
Amid the ayer, and fierce a shole of fearfull foules pursue,
And twigging forth a pace fast on her flight the Egle flue.
When sodenly she stoopt downe to the streame, and sousing feld
A noble Swan to ground, and griping fast in talantes held.
Th'Italian troupes their mindes herat erect, then all the rout
Of foules from flight with noise returne (a straunge sight out of dout)
And heauen with wings they do obscure, and thicke a cloud they make,
And on their foe they fiercely set, and round the ayer they shake,
And still so sore they him assault, till vanquisht with their might,
For want of force he faintes, the pray out of his foote he quight
Lets fall into the streame, and fast to skies doth take his flight.
This warning great of gods the Rutils then with shout accept,
And strait their handes prepare to fight, and forth Tolumnie lept
A prophet proud that was, and first this this (quoth he) and cries
Tis long for which I lookt, and with my selfe I did deuise.
I both acknowledge, and embrace the power of gods, come all
O Rutils, and with mee your captaine strait to battaile fall,
Whom this vile straūger wretch in war like hartlesse birds doth feare,
And all your shore along with wofull sword, and fier doth teare,
He hence anon shal flie and to salt seas himself betake.
Do you with one consent your rankes strait thicke in ordre make,
And now your king forlorne by warlike prowes seeke to defend.
He said, and running forth his dart against his foes doth bend,
Forth flies the whistling Cornell dart, and ayer doth swiftly part,
Wherwith a clamour huge doth rise, the bandes with feare do start,
And stout couragious harts through tumult great wax fiery wood.
This whirling dart nine bodies faier of brethren where they stood
By chaunce direct against, (whom faithfull spouse, a Tuscan bred,
Unto an Archade, Gilippe bare of yore that her did wed)
And one of them strake through the midst wheras his belt did sit,
Which now away is torne, where fast the buckle holdes thong in bit,
A noble youth of beutie braue, in glittring armour strong,
And smit him through the ribs, and laid him downe the sand along.
Then strait the valient brothers band with griefe accenst in ire,
Some draw their naked swordes, and some their sturdy dartes require.
And forth they headlong blindly run, and Laurent bandes anone
On tother side do fast approch, and Troyans many an one
In rankes right thicke forth flie, Agillini, and Archads braue,
And all this only lust, to trie with dint of sword they haue.
The altars downe they driue, a tempest sore of wepons flies,
A troblous sturdy storme of iron and steele obscures the skies.
The Latines strait snatch vp the Boules, and Censers burning bright.
Latinus takes with gods repulst and foiled league, his flight.
Some steedes from charrets do discharge, and mount on horses hie,
And with sharpe swords drawne hent in hand forthwith do hast thē nie
Messapus there, Aulestes king that princely crowne did beare
Of Tyrrhens all, that passing greedy was the league to teare
With courser stout doth ouerthrow, who yeelding back, doth fall,
And (wretch) against the altars high behind that stood withall
Both head, and shoulders smites, Messapus fierce strait thither flies,
And with his launce much like a beame whilst there Aulestes cries,
And humbly sues for life, from loftie steede hee wounds him sore,
And thus he speakes: That sure is thine, this sacrifice before
The Gods of greater valew is, then that was slaine of of yore.
Th'Italians thither ran, and spoyles from carcas panting raught.
Sir Chorinee a flaming brond from of the aultar caught,
And to Ebusus cumming fast, whilst he prepaard to fight
Into his face the brond he forst, his huge beard brent a light
And swealing made a stinke, he followeth still, and by the lockes
With lefthand held his foe, whom rosling and amazde he knockes
Against the ground, and with his knee constraines him there to lie,
And with his Fauchon strikes him in the side. Then by and by
Sir Alsus sheapheard earst that was and fierce in voward fought
With naked sword in hand, fast followes Podalire stoute,
And large him lies vpon, whom Alsus with his sharpned axe
Raughtbacke, frō brow to chin with sturdy stroke right cleauing packs,
Downe strait he falles, & armour large with goareblood doth embrue
Unto his eyes doth bitter rest, and deadly sleepe ensue,
With still enduring night, and neuer more the day to view.
And strait their handes prepare to fight, and forth Tolumnie lept
Tis long for which I lookt, and with my selfe I did deuise.
I both acknowledge, and embrace the power of gods, come all
O Rutils, and with mee your captaine strait to battaile fall,
Whom this vile straūger wretch in war like hartlesse birds doth feare,
And all your shore along with wofull sword, and fier doth teare,
He hence anon shal flie and to salt seas himself betake.
Do you with one consent your rankes strait thicke in ordre make,
And now your king forlorne by warlike prowes seeke to defend.
He said, and running forth his dart against his foes doth bend,
Forth flies the whistling Cornell dart, and ayer doth swiftly part,
Wherwith a clamour huge doth rise, the bandes with feare do start,
And stout couragious harts through tumult great wax fiery wood.
This whirling dart nine bodies faier of brethren where they stood
By chaunce direct against, (whom faithfull spouse, a Tuscan bred,
Unto an Archade, Gilippe bare of yore that her did wed)
And one of them strake through the midst wheras his belt did sit,
Which now away is torne, where fast the buckle holdes thong in bit,
A noble youth of beutie braue, in glittring armour strong,
And smit him through the ribs, and laid him downe the sand along.
Then strait the valient brothers band with griefe accenst in ire,
Some draw their naked swordes, and some their sturdy dartes require.
And forth they headlong blindly run, and Laurent bandes anone
On tother side do fast approch, and Troyans many an one
In rankes right thicke forth flie, Agillini, and Archads braue,
And all this only lust, to trie with dint of sword they haue.
The altars downe they driue, a tempest sore of wepons flies,
A troblous sturdy storme of iron and steele obscures the skies.
The Latines strait snatch vp the Boules, and Censers burning bright.
Latinus takes with gods repulst and foiled league, his flight.
Some steedes from charrets do discharge, and mount on horses hie,
And with sharpe swords drawne hent in hand forthwith do hast thē nie
Messapus there, Aulestes king that princely crowne did beare
Of Tyrrhens all, that passing greedy was the league to teare
With courser stout doth ouerthrow, who yeelding back, doth fall,
And (wretch) against the altars high behind that stood withall
Both head, and shoulders smites, Messapus fierce strait thither flies,
And with his launce much like a beame whilst there Aulestes cries,
And thus he speakes: That sure is thine, this sacrifice before
The Gods of greater valew is, then that was slaine of of yore.
Th'Italians thither ran, and spoyles from carcas panting raught.
Sir Chorinee a flaming brond from of the aultar caught,
And to Ebusus cumming fast, whilst he prepaard to fight
Into his face the brond he forst, his huge beard brent a light
And swealing made a stinke, he followeth still, and by the lockes
With lefthand held his foe, whom rosling and amazde he knockes
Against the ground, and with his knee constraines him there to lie,
And with his Fauchon strikes him in the side. Then by and by
Sir Alsus sheapheard earst that was and fierce in voward fought
With naked sword in hand, fast followes Podalire stoute,
And large him lies vpon, whom Alsus with his sharpned axe
Raughtbacke, frō brow to chin with sturdy stroke right cleauing packs,
Downe strait he falles, & armour large with goareblood doth embrue
Unto his eyes doth bitter rest, and deadly sleepe ensue,
With still enduring night, and neuer more the day to view.
But lord Aeneas vp his righthand held vnarmed quite,
With open head, and to his mates he cried withall his might.
Where run you sirs? what discord great doth thus your minds inuade?
O stay your rage, the couenants all are drawne, and league is made.
And I alonly lotted am King Turnus to assay,
Let mee therwith alone, and all your feare expell away,
With this righthand the league I stablish shall, and firmely tie,
For by this sacrifice is Turnus due to mee to die.
Amid this tale, and when these words scarce yet were spoken all,
Behold a singing shaft, with fluttring feathers downe doth fall,
Uncerten by whose hand forth shot, or by what force forth throwne,
Or what chaūce Rutils praise hath brought, or els what god, vnknowne
The glorie of so worthy deede lies hid in secret still,
And no man for Aeneas wound himselfe be praised will.
When Turnus saw from out the fight Aeneas to depart,
His captaynes much dismaid, with sodein hope doth fierce forthstart,
For steedes and tooles he calles, and proud by leaping mountes on hie
Into his charret swift, and with his hands the raygnes doth wrie,
And many a worthy man to death forth flying mad doth send,
And many leaues for dead, some crusht with wheeles he brings to end,
Or els in fight with darts forth flunge doth strike them in the back.
Like as when blooddy Mars, in rage pricktforth doth make to crack
The streames of Hebrus colde, and with his bucklar them doth tire,
And now to battayle prest sends forth his steedes incenst with ire.
They in the open playnes more swift then winde, their way do take,
And with their stamping feete the vtmost coast of Thracie shake,
And round about dame Dreads right dririe looke, and Angers face,
With Treason ioyntly ioynd, the traine of Mars, the land do trace.
Such one then Turnus quicke in thickst of throngs, his smoaking steeds
Hotgoth, and (wofull case) at enmies death vauntes in his deeds.
The swift horshooue a blooddy dew echwhere doth sprinkle round,
And stampes the goary blood like morter mixt with sandy ground.
Now Sthenelus, and Thameris, and Phole he throweth to death,
Him meeting, and with him, him far, far both he reeues of breath
Imbrasus sunnes, sir Glauke, and Lades, whom Imbrasus olde
In Lycia fostred vp, and with like armour them did bolde,
In fight at hand to trie, or flight on horse the windes to win.
With open head, and to his mates he cried withall his might.
Where run you sirs? what discord great doth thus your minds inuade?
O stay your rage, the couenants all are drawne, and league is made.
And I alonly lotted am King Turnus to assay,
Let mee therwith alone, and all your feare expell away,
With this righthand the league I stablish shall, and firmely tie,
For by this sacrifice is Turnus due to mee to die.
Amid this tale, and when these words scarce yet were spoken all,
Behold a singing shaft, with fluttring feathers downe doth fall,
Uncerten by whose hand forth shot, or by what force forth throwne,
Or what chaūce Rutils praise hath brought, or els what god, vnknowne
The glorie of so worthy deede lies hid in secret still,
And no man for Aeneas wound himselfe be praised will.
When Turnus saw from out the fight Aeneas to depart,
His captaynes much dismaid, with sodein hope doth fierce forthstart,
For steedes and tooles he calles, and proud by leaping mountes on hie
Into his charret swift, and with his hands the raygnes doth wrie,
And many a worthy man to death forth flying mad doth send,
And many leaues for dead, some crusht with wheeles he brings to end,
Like as when blooddy Mars, in rage pricktforth doth make to crack
The streames of Hebrus colde, and with his bucklar them doth tire,
And now to battayle prest sends forth his steedes incenst with ire.
They in the open playnes more swift then winde, their way do take,
And with their stamping feete the vtmost coast of Thracie shake,
And round about dame Dreads right dririe looke, and Angers face,
With Treason ioyntly ioynd, the traine of Mars, the land do trace.
Such one then Turnus quicke in thickst of throngs, his smoaking steeds
Hotgoth, and (wofull case) at enmies death vauntes in his deeds.
The swift horshooue a blooddy dew echwhere doth sprinkle round,
And stampes the goary blood like morter mixt with sandy ground.
Now Sthenelus, and Thameris, and Phole he throweth to death,
Him meeting, and with him, him far, far both he reeues of breath
Imbrasus sunnes, sir Glauke, and Lades, whom Imbrasus olde
In Lycia fostred vp, and with like armour them did bolde,
In fight at hand to trie, or flight on horse the windes to win.
On totherside Eumedes forth flies fast, thickst throngs within,
Right noble Dolons impe, in feates of armes a doughty knight,
Like graundsier in his name, in hart and hand his father right.
Who once for that to Greekish tentes a spie he should be sent,
Achilles charret craaud to haue for paynes in trauaile spent.
Howbeit Tytides gaue him other hire for ventred paine,
His chaunce was not vnto Achilles horses to attaine.
Whom Turnus when from far in open field did once espie,
When first him had pursued with darts right light that fast did flie,
His coupled horse he staies, and from his charret downe descendes,
And to him dead almost, and throwne to ground he quickly tendes,
His foote on necke he sets, with righthand forth his blade he drew,
And deepely died it in his throat, and forth these wordes he threw.
Lo here the fieldes, and which in war proud Troian thou hast sought
Italia measure liyng now, such recompence is wrought
To such as mee to war prouoke, so walles they do erect.
Next him he Brutes laies, at whom a launce he did direct,
Then Cloree stout of lym, Sibaris valient wight of hand,
Daretus and Thersiloch fierce, that stiffe did him withstand,
Tymoetus eke that on his necke from coltish iade downe fell.
And as the northern Thracie winde (in semblantwise to tell)
When forth it bloustring blowes, and deepe Ægeum sea doth rayse,
The billowes forth do roule, and to the shoare do take their wayes
As whirling windes do driue, the cloudes flit fast in heauen on hie:
So Turnus where he takes his course the throngs fast thence do flie,
And headlong troupes retire, a courage fierce him forth doth prick,
The wauering ayre his flittring plumes beares back in creast ye sticke.
This peartnes Phegee might not bide, nor pride of stomack bold,
But to his charret steppes, and fomie raignes in hand doth hold
Of swift forth running steedes, and turnes their heads another way
Whilst proud he forth is drawn, and on their manes doth hanging stay:
A mightie launce forth flung him groueling to the ground doth cast,
And armour double lynd with plate through gorget thick doth brast,
And pearcing to the quick, the vpmost skinne with wound is rast.
But he with bucklar bent before his breast makes at his foe,
And sharpe sworde drawne in hand for more assurance forth doth goe,
Whom there the charret wheele downe dings, and axtree swift in flight
Throwes to the ground, and Turnus chasing, soone doth downe alight,
And twixt the gorget brim, where the helmet closelye stands
His head he smites away, & leaues the corps vpon the sands.
Right noble Dolons impe, in feates of armes a doughty knight,
Like graundsier in his name, in hart and hand his father right.
Who once for that to Greekish tentes a spie he should be sent,
Achilles charret craaud to haue for paynes in trauaile spent.
Howbeit Tytides gaue him other hire for ventred paine,
His chaunce was not vnto Achilles horses to attaine.
Whom Turnus when from far in open field did once espie,
When first him had pursued with darts right light that fast did flie,
His coupled horse he staies, and from his charret downe descendes,
And to him dead almost, and throwne to ground he quickly tendes,
His foote on necke he sets, with righthand forth his blade he drew,
And deepely died it in his throat, and forth these wordes he threw.
Lo here the fieldes, and which in war proud Troian thou hast sought
Italia measure liyng now, such recompence is wrought
To such as mee to war prouoke, so walles they do erect.
Next him he Brutes laies, at whom a launce he did direct,
Then Cloree stout of lym, Sibaris valient wight of hand,
Daretus and Thersiloch fierce, that stiffe did him withstand,
Tymoetus eke that on his necke from coltish iade downe fell.
And as the northern Thracie winde (in semblantwise to tell)
The billowes forth do roule, and to the shoare do take their wayes
As whirling windes do driue, the cloudes flit fast in heauen on hie:
So Turnus where he takes his course the throngs fast thence do flie,
And headlong troupes retire, a courage fierce him forth doth prick,
The wauering ayre his flittring plumes beares back in creast ye sticke.
This peartnes Phegee might not bide, nor pride of stomack bold,
But to his charret steppes, and fomie raignes in hand doth hold
Of swift forth running steedes, and turnes their heads another way
Whilst proud he forth is drawn, and on their manes doth hanging stay:
A mightie launce forth flung him groueling to the ground doth cast,
And armour double lynd with plate through gorget thick doth brast,
And pearcing to the quick, the vpmost skinne with wound is rast.
But he with bucklar bent before his breast makes at his foe,
And sharpe sworde drawne in hand for more assurance forth doth goe,
Whom there the charret wheele downe dings, and axtree swift in flight
Throwes to the ground, and Turnus chasing, soone doth downe alight,
And twixt the gorget brim, where the helmet closelye stands
His head he smites away, & leaues the corps vpon the sands.
These bloody slaughters fierce in field whilst Turnus victour wrought,
Therwhiles Mnestee with good Achates both Aeneas brought
Still bleeding to his tent, with yong Afcanius by his side,
And leaning to a speare with limping pace doth slowlye stride.
He frettes, and forcing striues the shaft and head forth whole to halle,
And askes their best aduise, and fayn would know their iudgemēts all,
Where it were best the wound wide ope to launce, and arrow hid
To cut quite out the flesh that so to warre returne they did.
And now Iapis came to Phœbus deare the rest aboue,
Iasus sunne, with whom surprisd sometime in feruent loue
Apollo gladly gaue him gifts his arts that he should know
In thinges to come, in Musicks sweete in skill of shafts and bow.
But he, the rather to prolong his bedred fathers dayes,
Chose secret skill in power of hearbes, and Phisicks noble prayse,
And such like knowledge dumb deuoyd of honour, to frequent.
Aeneas chaufing stoode, and to a mighty launce him lent,
With youths a troupe about him thick, and sad Iüle his sunne.
He at their teares vnmooued stands, as earst he had begunne.
Then auntient leach Iapis gyrds an apron him before
Right Surgeonlike, and forth he fets his oyles, and salues in store,
And eft he tries the powers of herbes, which him sir Phœbus tought,
And trembling sundrie thinges applies, but all (God wote) for nought.
And eft the sticking arrowhead with hand he doth assay,
With nippers eke sometime from out the bones to draw away,
But fortune will no way assigne, Apollo doth no good.
And now the rage within the field still growing waxeth wood,
And fierce doth more arise, and now the mischiefe comes at hand,
And all the aire aboue with smoking dust full thick doth stand.
The horsemen neare approch, and on the tents darts fast doe fall,
A wofull shout of Souldiers to the heauens flies vp withall,
Of some that fiercely fight, and some in fight that now be slaine.
Therwhiles Mnestee with good Achates both Aeneas brought
Still bleeding to his tent, with yong Afcanius by his side,
And leaning to a speare with limping pace doth slowlye stride.
He frettes, and forcing striues the shaft and head forth whole to halle,
And askes their best aduise, and fayn would know their iudgemēts all,
Where it were best the wound wide ope to launce, and arrow hid
To cut quite out the flesh that so to warre returne they did.
And now Iapis came to Phœbus deare the rest aboue,
Iasus sunne, with whom surprisd sometime in feruent loue
Apollo gladly gaue him gifts his arts that he should know
In thinges to come, in Musicks sweete in skill of shafts and bow.
But he, the rather to prolong his bedred fathers dayes,
Chose secret skill in power of hearbes, and Phisicks noble prayse,
And such like knowledge dumb deuoyd of honour, to frequent.
Aeneas chaufing stoode, and to a mighty launce him lent,
With youths a troupe about him thick, and sad Iüle his sunne.
He at their teares vnmooued stands, as earst he had begunne.
Then auntient leach Iapis gyrds an apron him before
And eft he tries the powers of herbes, which him sir Phœbus tought,
And trembling sundrie thinges applies, but all (God wote) for nought.
And eft the sticking arrowhead with hand he doth assay,
With nippers eke sometime from out the bones to draw away,
But fortune will no way assigne, Apollo doth no good.
And now the rage within the field still growing waxeth wood,
And fierce doth more arise, and now the mischiefe comes at hand,
And all the aire aboue with smoking dust full thick doth stand.
The horsemen neare approch, and on the tents darts fast doe fall,
A wofull shout of Souldiers to the heauens flies vp withall,
Of some that fiercely fight, and some in fight that now be slaine.
But Venus much appalde at this her sunnes vnworthy paine,
Greene Ditanie from Ida sacred mount in Creta brings,
The stalke with tender leaues, and blossom purple fresh that springes,
An hearbe to Roebuckes wild, and beasts not tame right welbeknown,
Their backs whē full of darts do stick which hūters thick haue thrown.
Disguysd in clowd obscure this hearbe Dame Venus thither brings,
And into water vessels bright it secretly she flings,
And steeping large thereof she makes, the vertue forth to take
And of Ambrosies holesome, iuice therto doth sprinckling shake,
Whereto she addes the fragrant sappe that Panax soote doth make.
Anon the wound with this by chance Iapis auntient baynes
Unwares hereof, and loe in sodaine sort, flie all the paynes
From out his body quite away, the blood was stanched straight,
And gently followeth the shaft with hands alonly waight,
And by and by his former strength returnes to euery lim.
Then quickly fetch his armour strong (Iapis cals) for him,
Why stand you stille and first doth him incense against his foes.
Not by mans helpe (Iapis cries) this cure thus forward goes,
Tis not, Aeneas, my right hand that thee thus safe preserues,
A greater god it is that thee to greater deedes reserues.
He greedie then of fight his legges in golden armour ties
All compast round, and lets he hates, then for his speare he cries.
But when he fitted was of shield, and armd in euery place,
All complete as he stoode, Ascanius yong he doth imbrace,
And vp his beuer lift, and sweetely kossing, thus he spake.
Learne courage stout of mee, my child, and perfite paynes to take.
Of others happie chaunce to haue, this righthand shall defend
Thee in this warre, and after this to greater honours send.
And see that thee when riper yeares haue made a perfite man,
Thine auncetours most famous facts in mind thou carie than,
Let sier Aeneas, and thine vnckle Hector thee incyte.
Greene Ditanie from Ida sacred mount in Creta brings,
The stalke with tender leaues, and blossom purple fresh that springes,
An hearbe to Roebuckes wild, and beasts not tame right welbeknown,
Their backs whē full of darts do stick which hūters thick haue thrown.
Disguysd in clowd obscure this hearbe Dame Venus thither brings,
And into water vessels bright it secretly she flings,
And steeping large thereof she makes, the vertue forth to take
And of Ambrosies holesome, iuice therto doth sprinckling shake,
Whereto she addes the fragrant sappe that Panax soote doth make.
Anon the wound with this by chance Iapis auntient baynes
Unwares hereof, and loe in sodaine sort, flie all the paynes
From out his body quite away, the blood was stanched straight,
And gently followeth the shaft with hands alonly waight,
And by and by his former strength returnes to euery lim.
Then quickly fetch his armour strong (Iapis cals) for him,
Why stand you stille and first doth him incense against his foes.
Not by mans helpe (Iapis cries) this cure thus forward goes,
Tis not, Aeneas, my right hand that thee thus safe preserues,
A greater god it is that thee to greater deedes reserues.
He greedie then of fight his legges in golden armour ties
All compast round, and lets he hates, then for his speare he cries.
But when he fitted was of shield, and armd in euery place,
All complete as he stoode, Ascanius yong he doth imbrace,
And vp his beuer lift, and sweetely kossing, thus he spake.
Learne courage stout of mee, my child, and perfite paynes to take.
Thee in this warre, and after this to greater honours send.
And see that thee when riper yeares haue made a perfite man,
Thine auncetours most famous facts in mind thou carie than,
Let sier Aeneas, and thine vnckle Hector thee incyte.
When he these wordes had spoke, forth of the doores he walked right,
Of mightie lim, and in his hand an hugie launce he bare,
Then Antheus and Mnesthee both with thronging troupes forth fare.
And all the routs do raking run and leaue the tents vnkept.
A smoultring smoaking dust, along the campe with feete is swept.
And all the ground about with weight of steps then trembling lept.
Then Turnus saw him marching towards fast with great aray,
Th'Italians eke beheld the same, and through their bones straightway
A sodayne shiuering ran, Iuturna first of Latines side
Perceauing knew the noyse, and sore affright away she hide.
He flies him forth in open field, his hoast he leades apace,
Much lyke a bloustring storme, that from the sea to land doth trace,
When dropping cloudes dissolued fall, then husbandmen do wring,
When long before (alas) they see what harmes the flaw will bring,
For downe it turnes the trees to ground, and corne it layes along,
And althing sweepes to earth, the windes before to shoares do throng,
And cracking ratling sound do make, as ruffe they huffe about.
Euen so his bandes agaynst his foes the Troyan captayne stout
Leades forth, and they themselues in wedges thick doe flocking throw.
To Thymbree there with sword Osirie lent a deadly blow.
Sir Mnesthee then Archetie slew, Achates did behead
Syr Epulo, and Gias sharpe sir Vfens left for dead.
Then falles Tolumnie calcar slayne to ground, that first in hast,
And furious frantick moode his dart agaynst his foes did cast.
A yelling shoute then to the heauens they throw, and all affright
The vanquisht Rutils turne their dustie backes in sodayne flyght.
But he none dayning whom he meetes withall on ground to throw,
On horseback none nor to inuade, nor yet on foote below
Though flinging dartes they follow after fast, but he alone
In midst of all the dustie mist, and thickest thronges ech one
For Turnus seekes about, and him in combat doth require,
Of mightie lim, and in his hand an hugie launce he bare,
Then Antheus and Mnesthee both with thronging troupes forth fare.
And all the routs do raking run and leaue the tents vnkept.
A smoultring smoaking dust, along the campe with feete is swept.
And all the ground about with weight of steps then trembling lept.
Then Turnus saw him marching towards fast with great aray,
Th'Italians eke beheld the same, and through their bones straightway
A sodayne shiuering ran, Iuturna first of Latines side
Perceauing knew the noyse, and sore affright away she hide.
He flies him forth in open field, his hoast he leades apace,
Much lyke a bloustring storme, that from the sea to land doth trace,
When dropping cloudes dissolued fall, then husbandmen do wring,
When long before (alas) they see what harmes the flaw will bring,
For downe it turnes the trees to ground, and corne it layes along,
And althing sweepes to earth, the windes before to shoares do throng,
And cracking ratling sound do make, as ruffe they huffe about.
Euen so his bandes agaynst his foes the Troyan captayne stout
Leades forth, and they themselues in wedges thick doe flocking throw.
To Thymbree there with sword Osirie lent a deadly blow.
Sir Mnesthee then Archetie slew, Achates did behead
Syr Epulo, and Gias sharpe sir Vfens left for dead.
Then falles Tolumnie calcar slayne to ground, that first in hast,
And furious frantick moode his dart agaynst his foes did cast.
A yelling shoute then to the heauens they throw, and all affright
The vanquisht Rutils turne their dustie backes in sodayne flyght.
But he none dayning whom he meetes withall on ground to throw,
On horseback none nor to inuade, nor yet on foote below
Though flinging dartes they follow after fast, but he alone
In midst of all the dustie mist, and thickest thronges ech one
For Turnus seekes about, and him in combat doth require,
Iuturna then Virago fierce, whose mind was set on fire
With painting dread, her brother Turnus wagoner that hight
Metiscus downe from out his place and charge she tumbleth quight,
And from the Summer far away she leaues him on the ground,
And vp she leapes, and lithie raignes with hand she turneth round,
Resembling shape, and voice, and armour of Metiscus stout.
Like as the swallow black, that stately courts doth flie about
Of lords, and princes great, and lofty buildings largly tries,
And for her pratling younge doth feeding seeke on gnats, or flies,
Sumtime in entries wide, sumtime about deepe standing lakes,
With tendre houering wings her skirring flight swift forward takes:
So doth Iuturna through the thickst of foes her horses chase,
And euery coast about with flying charret swiftly trace,
Sumtime her brother here, and sumtime there she vaunting showes
In quarters far and neere, nor lets him giue nor suffer blowes.
No lesse Aeneas seekes with him to meete through crooked waies,
And through his thickst astoined hoast, and quailed Latine rayes,
And loud him calles by name so oft as him he hath in sight.
And looke how oft he ment him to pursue with horses light,
So oft Iuturna strait the charret steedes away doth turne.
Alas, what should he doo? his hart in vaine with rage doth burne,
His pensiue minde is much distract with diuerse doubtfull cares.
Messapus then that in his hand by chaunce so hapning beares
Two lithie quiuering darts, well tipt with steele, ful swift of flight,
The one he shaking gripes, and forth it flings with leuell right.
Still stands Aeneas strait and to his shield him self doth fit
Downe stouping low, howbeit the flying dart his helmet smit,
And downe his lustie plume of from his creast to ground it threw.
Then strait this rage arose, and courage great by Treason grew,
The steedes when turnd awry he saw, and charret backward raught.
Then Ioue, and altars all of broken league he there besaught.
At last he throngs into the thickst, and there in lucky fight
Right dreadfull blooddy slaughter makes, he spareth none in sight,
And all incenst with ire, vnto his rage he gaue the raygnes,
With painting dread, her brother Turnus wagoner that hight
And from the Summer far away she leaues him on the ground,
And vp she leapes, and lithie raignes with hand she turneth round,
Resembling shape, and voice, and armour of Metiscus stout.
Like as the swallow black, that stately courts doth flie about
Of lords, and princes great, and lofty buildings largly tries,
And for her pratling younge doth feeding seeke on gnats, or flies,
Sumtime in entries wide, sumtime about deepe standing lakes,
With tendre houering wings her skirring flight swift forward takes:
So doth Iuturna through the thickst of foes her horses chase,
And euery coast about with flying charret swiftly trace,
Sumtime her brother here, and sumtime there she vaunting showes
In quarters far and neere, nor lets him giue nor suffer blowes.
No lesse Aeneas seekes with him to meete through crooked waies,
And through his thickst astoined hoast, and quailed Latine rayes,
And loud him calles by name so oft as him he hath in sight.
And looke how oft he ment him to pursue with horses light,
So oft Iuturna strait the charret steedes away doth turne.
Alas, what should he doo? his hart in vaine with rage doth burne,
His pensiue minde is much distract with diuerse doubtfull cares.
Messapus then that in his hand by chaunce so hapning beares
Two lithie quiuering darts, well tipt with steele, ful swift of flight,
The one he shaking gripes, and forth it flings with leuell right.
Still stands Aeneas strait and to his shield him self doth fit
Downe stouping low, howbeit the flying dart his helmet smit,
And downe his lustie plume of from his creast to ground it threw.
Then strait this rage arose, and courage great by Treason grew,
The steedes when turnd awry he saw, and charret backward raught.
Then Ioue, and altars all of broken league he there besaught.
At last he throngs into the thickst, and there in lucky fight
Right dreadfull blooddy slaughter makes, he spareth none in sight,
And all incenst with ire, vnto his rage he gaue the raygnes,
What god to mee will now at large this pine, and wofull paynes,
And sundry slaughters sore, and death of dukes in verse vnfold,
That were by Turnus made in course, and Troyan captayn bold?
With such fell force these nations stout, O Ioue, was it thy wil
They thus should meete that should hereafter liue in concord stil?
Aeneas pausing nothing long but Sucro out of hand
(That only stroke did cause the flying Troyans still to stand)
He strake into the side, and where most speede of death doth rest,
Between the short ribs deepe his sword he draue into his brest.
Then Turnus turnes Amycus downe, and Diore by his side,
Two Troyan brothers deere, and forth on foote to them doth stride,
And at Amycus when he gan approch, a dart he threw.
Diores with his sword he strake bright glittring which he drew,
And both their heads he cut from corps, and blooddy sprincling yet,
Upon his charret top with egre moode aloft he set.
Aeneas Tale and Tanais slaies, and next Cethegus strong,
All three at one assault, and sad Onytes liues not long
Of Thebans auntient stock, and of Peridia mother deere.
Then Turnus, brothers twaine from Lycia sent to Troy yfeere,
Menætes eke Archadian youth, that war did feare in vaine,
And neare to Lerna fishie brinckes an handycraft did traine.
A simple house hee kept, and princes welth did neuer know,
His father hired had a little lande, and that did sow.
And like as flaming fiers that kindled are in diuerse wayes
In drie and crackling woods, or on the boughes of ratling Bayes.
Or as the swift, and foming streames from loftie hilles that fall
A raging roaring raise, and forth to sea they run withall,
Ech findeth out his way, and downe they driue whatso withstands:
No slower forth Aeneas flies, and Turnus stout of hands,
And both within the battaile bide, now now they feet with in,
Their breasts wt courage brast, whose valient harts no force can win.
And now to wound echothers folke they fret with deadly foode.
Aeneas there, Murrhanus proud of graunsiers great that stoode,
And antique names of noble Belsiers old was woont to showe,
And Pedigrues far fet from all the Latine kinges arowe
He reeues downe with a rocke, the stony tempest layes him lowe,
And vnder horses feete and charret flings, the whirling wheele
Him prostrate ouerrunnes, and steedes do stampe with shoes of steele,
The swift forth flinging hoofe with mightie poyse oft strikes him hard,
And of their master throwne to ground the horse take no reguard.
Then Turnus with sir Hilus meetes that headlong running ran,
And through his temples armd with gold his dart he forced than,
The dart soone through the helmet flies, and strait in braines it steekes.
No, not thy hand stout Cretes valienst most of all the Greekes
From Turnus could acquight, nor yet Cupentus Gods him saue,
When once Aeneas came in place, but soone his brest he gaue
Direct agaynst Aeneas launce, the speare on him doth fall,
Nought to the seely wretch his brasen shield preuayld at all.
And sundry slaughters sore, and death of dukes in verse vnfold,
That were by Turnus made in course, and Troyan captayn bold?
With such fell force these nations stout, O Ioue, was it thy wil
They thus should meete that should hereafter liue in concord stil?
Aeneas pausing nothing long but Sucro out of hand
He strake into the side, and where most speede of death doth rest,
Between the short ribs deepe his sword he draue into his brest.
Then Turnus turnes Amycus downe, and Diore by his side,
Two Troyan brothers deere, and forth on foote to them doth stride,
And at Amycus when he gan approch, a dart he threw.
Diores with his sword he strake bright glittring which he drew,
And both their heads he cut from corps, and blooddy sprincling yet,
Upon his charret top with egre moode aloft he set.
Aeneas Tale and Tanais slaies, and next Cethegus strong,
All three at one assault, and sad Onytes liues not long
Of Thebans auntient stock, and of Peridia mother deere.
Then Turnus, brothers twaine from Lycia sent to Troy yfeere,
Menætes eke Archadian youth, that war did feare in vaine,
And neare to Lerna fishie brinckes an handycraft did traine.
A simple house hee kept, and princes welth did neuer know,
His father hired had a little lande, and that did sow.
And like as flaming fiers that kindled are in diuerse wayes
In drie and crackling woods, or on the boughes of ratling Bayes.
Or as the swift, and foming streames from loftie hilles that fall
A raging roaring raise, and forth to sea they run withall,
Ech findeth out his way, and downe they driue whatso withstands:
No slower forth Aeneas flies, and Turnus stout of hands,
And both within the battaile bide, now now they feet with in,
Their breasts wt courage brast, whose valient harts no force can win.
And now to wound echothers folke they fret with deadly foode.
Aeneas there, Murrhanus proud of graunsiers great that stoode,
And antique names of noble Belsiers old was woont to showe,
And Pedigrues far fet from all the Latine kinges arowe
He reeues downe with a rocke, the stony tempest layes him lowe,
And vnder horses feete and charret flings, the whirling wheele
Him prostrate ouerrunnes, and steedes do stampe with shoes of steele,
The swift forth flinging hoofe with mightie poyse oft strikes him hard,
And of their master throwne to ground the horse take no reguard.
Then Turnus with sir Hilus meetes that headlong running ran,
And through his temples armd with gold his dart he forced than,
The dart soone through the helmet flies, and strait in braines it steekes.
No, not thy hand stout Cretes valienst most of all the Greekes
When once Aeneas came in place, but soone his brest he gaue
Direct agaynst Aeneas launce, the speare on him doth fall,
Nought to the seely wretch his brasen shield preuayld at all.
And thee likewise, sir Aeolus, Laurentum fieldes did see
Quite ouerthrowne, and flatly prostrate on the ground to bee.
There now thou lyest Grætian hoast whom neare could ouerthrow,
Nor yet Achilles fierce, that Priams kingdome layd full low,
This was thy time of death prefixt, nigh Ida thou wast borne,
In Lyrnesse didst thou dwell, in Laurent fieldes thou liest forlorne.
And now the armies all were bent, all whole the Latine rout,
And al the Troian crue, Mnesthee, and sir Serectus stout.
Messapus eke a tamer good of steedes, Asylas strong,
And Tuscan rankes, and old Euanders swift Archadian throng,
Eche man now for himselfe with all his might there doth his best.
No stay, nor rest, to cruell fight eche one is ready prest.
Quite ouerthrowne, and flatly prostrate on the ground to bee.
There now thou lyest Grætian hoast whom neare could ouerthrow,
Nor yet Achilles fierce, that Priams kingdome layd full low,
This was thy time of death prefixt, nigh Ida thou wast borne,
In Lyrnesse didst thou dwell, in Laurent fieldes thou liest forlorne.
And now the armies all were bent, all whole the Latine rout,
And al the Troian crue, Mnesthee, and sir Serectus stout.
Messapus eke a tamer good of steedes, Asylas strong,
And Tuscan rankes, and old Euanders swift Archadian throng,
Eche man now for himselfe with all his might there doth his best.
No stay, nor rest, to cruell fight eche one is ready prest.
There, to Aeneas then his mother faire this mynd did send,
That to the citie walles with speede he should his armie bend,
And with a sodayne mischiefe all the Latines harts affright.
Then while for Turnus round about the hoast he cast his sight,
The towne he there beholds deuoyd of warre to stand at rest,
And strait a greater force of warre doth kindle in his brest.
For Mnesthee and Sergestus then he calles, and Serest strong
His valyant captaynes all, and all the heape of Troyan throng
Togither runs, he takes an hill, they shieldes nor weapons lay
From out their hands, but from aloft to them thus gan to say.
That to the citie walles with speede he should his armie bend,
And with a sodayne mischiefe all the Latines harts affright.
Then while for Turnus round about the hoast he cast his sight,
The towne he there beholds deuoyd of warre to stand at rest,
And strait a greater force of warre doth kindle in his brest.
For Mnesthee and Sergestus then he calles, and Serest strong
His valyant captaynes all, and all the heape of Troyan throng
Togither runs, he takes an hill, they shieldes nor weapons lay
From out their hands, but from aloft to them thus gan to say.
Let be no stay in that I bid, Ioue on our side doth stand,
And sodayne though I charge, let none it slackly take in hand.
This towne the cause of all the warre, and King Latinus land,
Unlesse they do submit themselues, and graunt for to obay,
I meane to sack, and rase vnto the ground this present day.
Forsooth shall I attend till Turnus please with me to fight?
And then agayne his leasure wayt, when he is vanquisht quight?
This towne is cheefest cause, my mates, and head of all the sore,
Goe set me fire at once, and do the league with flame restore.
He sayd, and strayt with one consent a warlike wedge they make,
And thick vnto the walles in clustring thronges they forth do rake.
The ladders sodaynly appeare, and firebronds burning bright.
Some runne vnto the gates, and whom they meet they slay downright,
Some fling forth darts, and welkin hie with weapons do obscure.
Aeneas there amongst the first his hand vpholding pure
Unto the walles, doth much in wordes blame old Latinus king,
And Gods to record calles, that they to warre agayne him bring,
That twise Italians waxt his foes, and brake their couenants twise.
Then strait among the citizens a discord great doth rise.
Some bid vnlock the towne, and open wide the gates to set
To call the Troyans in, and king Aeneas in to set,
Some armour take, and still persist the walles for to defend.
Like as a swarme of Bees that in a rock deepe hollow pend,
By chance some sheapheard glad hath found, and bitter smooke applies:
They fearefull then within, about through waxen castels flies,
And with hot humming sound themselues to anger do prouoke,
Out flies from forth their hole apace in heapes the filthie smoke,
The hollow caue beneath with noyse confusde doth rumbling sound,
Which into open ayre abroad at last doth brim rebound.
And sodayne though I charge, let none it slackly take in hand.
This towne the cause of all the warre, and King Latinus land,
Unlesse they do submit themselues, and graunt for to obay,
I meane to sack, and rase vnto the ground this present day.
Forsooth shall I attend till Turnus please with me to fight?
And then agayne his leasure wayt, when he is vanquisht quight?
This towne is cheefest cause, my mates, and head of all the sore,
Goe set me fire at once, and do the league with flame restore.
He sayd, and strayt with one consent a warlike wedge they make,
And thick vnto the walles in clustring thronges they forth do rake.
The ladders sodaynly appeare, and firebronds burning bright.
Some fling forth darts, and welkin hie with weapons do obscure.
Aeneas there amongst the first his hand vpholding pure
Unto the walles, doth much in wordes blame old Latinus king,
And Gods to record calles, that they to warre agayne him bring,
That twise Italians waxt his foes, and brake their couenants twise.
Then strait among the citizens a discord great doth rise.
Some bid vnlock the towne, and open wide the gates to set
To call the Troyans in, and king Aeneas in to set,
Some armour take, and still persist the walles for to defend.
Like as a swarme of Bees that in a rock deepe hollow pend,
By chance some sheapheard glad hath found, and bitter smooke applies:
They fearefull then within, about through waxen castels flies,
And with hot humming sound themselues to anger do prouoke,
Out flies from forth their hole apace in heapes the filthie smoke,
The hollow caue beneath with noyse confusde doth rumbling sound,
Which into open ayre abroad at last doth brim rebound.
Unto the Latines ouer this a misaduenture great
Befell, that all the towne with teares, and sorrowe did repleat,
For when the Queene beheld the foe to draw the citie nie,
The walles to burne, and vp to loftie houses fire to flie,
No power of Rutils neare at hand, nor Turnus to resist,
Unhappy dame, that Turnus had bene slayne in fight she wist.
And mated much in mind with grieuous feare, she cries, alas,
That of these mischiefes all herself the cause, and worker was.
And all with ruthfull rage incenst, she blabbes forth many tales,
And dyingripe with nayles her purple robes in ragges she hales.
Then on a beame within the pallaice hie a cord she ties,
And hanges herself thereon, and (fie for shame) there so she dies.
Which wofull chaunce, when once the Latine women vnderstoode,
And first Lauinia bright, her daughter deere, as frantick wood
Her golden lockes she rent, and roset cheekes with nayles she tare,
And all the rout in semblantwise right frantickly did fare.
The houses nie with noyse resound, and all the towne about
This wofull flame doth flickering fleete within and eke without.
Their courage they let fall, his princely robes Latinus rents,
His hoarie head (good man) and auntient beard with durt he sprents
Amazed at his Ladies death, and at the cities fall.
And grieued much, himself he blames, that he did neuer call
Aeneas to him prince of Troy, his sunne in law to bee.
Befell, that all the towne with teares, and sorrowe did repleat,
For when the Queene beheld the foe to draw the citie nie,
The walles to burne, and vp to loftie houses fire to flie,
No power of Rutils neare at hand, nor Turnus to resist,
Unhappy dame, that Turnus had bene slayne in fight she wist.
And mated much in mind with grieuous feare, she cries, alas,
That of these mischiefes all herself the cause, and worker was.
And all with ruthfull rage incenst, she blabbes forth many tales,
And dyingripe with nayles her purple robes in ragges she hales.
Then on a beame within the pallaice hie a cord she ties,
And hanges herself thereon, and (fie for shame) there so she dies.
Which wofull chaunce, when once the Latine women vnderstoode,
And first Lauinia bright, her daughter deere, as frantick wood
Her golden lockes she rent, and roset cheekes with nayles she tare,
And all the rout in semblantwise right frantickly did fare.
The houses nie with noyse resound, and all the towne about
This wofull flame doth flickering fleete within and eke without.
Their courage they let fall, his princely robes Latinus rents,
His hoarie head (good man) and auntient beard with durt he sprents
Amazed at his Ladies death, and at the cities fall.
Aeneas to him prince of Troy, his sunne in law to bee.
Therwhiles lord Turnus warriar stout, in open fields doth see
A few poore scattred souldiers whom he slowly doth pursue,
For why his steedes with courage lesse to run he now doth view.
There to his eare a doubtfull noyse the whirling ayre hath braught.
He listning stoode, and with attentiue eare the sound he raught
Of Laurent sacked towne, and of their pitious clamour thoe.
Alas, why is the citie thus dismayd with grieuous woe?
Or what great outcrie might this be that doth the citie rayse?
He sayd, and therwith welnigh mad, the charret raignes he stayes.
To whom his sister then, as the Metiscus countnance bare,
And of his running charret raygnes, and steedes had tane the care,
With these like words replies. Nay rather let vs follow now
The Troyans, Turnus, here, where conquest ginnes on vs to bow,
There others are that with their handes the citie will defend.
Aeneas on Italians sets, and cruell force doth bend,
Let vs likewise with slaughter vile the Troyans make to smart,
So thou with equall number slayne, and honour shall depart.
Whereto thus answerd Turnus then.
O sister deare, I knew ere this how thou by subtile slight
The league didst ouerthrow, and threwest thy self into this fight.
And now in vayne thou seekste me to deceaue, O Goddesse pure.
But who from heauen thee downe to come, such trauels to indure
Requested, such aduentures wild to bide, and vncontrould?
Was it because thy brothers wretched death thou wouldst behold?
For where about now do I go? what chaunce may me betide?
That to my rent, and torne estate some succour may prouide?
My selfe Murrhanus saw of late that me by name did call,
Who whilst he liued was to me the best beloued of all,
Of limme a mighty man, and slayne likewise with mighty wound.
Unhappy Vfens eke, lest he our shame should see, on ground
Now dead he lyeth, the Troyans both his corps, and armes enioy.
The houses spoyld (that mischief yet remaynd, and great anoy)
Shall I abide to see? and Drances wordes not prooue vntrue?
And shall this ground faintharted dastard Turnus flying viewe?
Is it so vile a thing to die? O hellish hegges below
Come help I pray for heauenly powers no fauour me will stow.
To you my soule deuoyde herein of crime shall downe descend
No deale vnworthie of the graundsiers great of all my kend.
A few poore scattred souldiers whom he slowly doth pursue,
For why his steedes with courage lesse to run he now doth view.
There to his eare a doubtfull noyse the whirling ayre hath braught.
He listning stoode, and with attentiue eare the sound he raught
Of Laurent sacked towne, and of their pitious clamour thoe.
Alas, why is the citie thus dismayd with grieuous woe?
Or what great outcrie might this be that doth the citie rayse?
He sayd, and therwith welnigh mad, the charret raignes he stayes.
To whom his sister then, as the Metiscus countnance bare,
And of his running charret raygnes, and steedes had tane the care,
With these like words replies. Nay rather let vs follow now
The Troyans, Turnus, here, where conquest ginnes on vs to bow,
There others are that with their handes the citie will defend.
Aeneas on Italians sets, and cruell force doth bend,
Let vs likewise with slaughter vile the Troyans make to smart,
So thou with equall number slayne, and honour shall depart.
Whereto thus answerd Turnus then.
O sister deare, I knew ere this how thou by subtile slight
The league didst ouerthrow, and threwest thy self into this fight.
And now in vayne thou seekste me to deceaue, O Goddesse pure.
But who from heauen thee downe to come, such trauels to indure
Requested, such aduentures wild to bide, and vncontrould?
Was it because thy brothers wretched death thou wouldst behold?
For where about now do I go? what chaunce may me betide?
That to my rent, and torne estate some succour may prouide?
My selfe Murrhanus saw of late that me by name did call,
Who whilst he liued was to me the best beloued of all,
Of limme a mighty man, and slayne likewise with mighty wound.
Unhappy Vfens eke, lest he our shame should see, on ground
Now dead he lyeth, the Troyans both his corps, and armes enioy.
The houses spoyld (that mischief yet remaynd, and great anoy)
Shall I abide to see? and Drances wordes not prooue vntrue?
And shall this ground faintharted dastard Turnus flying viewe?
Is it so vile a thing to die? O hellish hegges below
Come help I pray for heauenly powers no fauour me will stow.
No deale vnworthie of the graundsiers great of all my kend.
Scarce had he sayd, when loe sir Sages lockt on foming steede,
Flies through the thickest foes, whose face deepe woūded sore did bleede
With dint of arrow falling swift, and thus he crying spake.
In Turnus, thee, is all our hope, on thine some pitie take,
Aeneas rageth now in armes, and threatneth to confound
The turrets of Italia land, and citie burne to ground.
And now the fire to houses flies, the Rutils bend their eyes
On thee, and all the seely Latine power doth so likewyse.
Latinus king is much in doubt, and murmour great doth make,
Whom he may cal his sunne in law, or what league he may take.
And ouer this, the Queene most true to thee, her death hath wrought
With her owne cruell hand, and light of life esteemde at nought.
Before the gates Messapus strong, ioynt with Atinas stout
Alone sustayne the force, and all the rankes them round about
Do stand full thick, and yron throngs of dartes do daunt their face,
And thou thy charret here alone in desert fieldes dost trace.
Flies through the thickest foes, whose face deepe woūded sore did bleede
With dint of arrow falling swift, and thus he crying spake.
In Turnus, thee, is all our hope, on thine some pitie take,
Aeneas rageth now in armes, and threatneth to confound
The turrets of Italia land, and citie burne to ground.
And now the fire to houses flies, the Rutils bend their eyes
On thee, and all the seely Latine power doth so likewyse.
Latinus king is much in doubt, and murmour great doth make,
Whom he may cal his sunne in law, or what league he may take.
And ouer this, the Queene most true to thee, her death hath wrought
With her owne cruell hand, and light of life esteemde at nought.
Before the gates Messapus strong, ioynt with Atinas stout
Alone sustayne the force, and all the rankes them round about
Do stand full thick, and yron throngs of dartes do daunt their face,
And thou thy charret here alone in desert fieldes dost trace.
Then Turnus at the diuerse shape of dangers stoined staid,
And downe his eyes he kest to ground, and whusting nothing said.
And there at once great griefe and shame his heauie hart doth freat
Deepe lodgd within, and madnesse mixt in breast with sorrow great,
And loue incenst with rage, and priuie touche of enmies might.
But when from mind he darknesse draue, and brought agayn the light,
His flaming eyes with yre vnto Laurentum walles he rold,
And from his charret hie the goodly towne he did behold.
When loe the flashing flames aloft the battlements had caught
Of Turnus noble tower, and vp to heauen they crackling raught.
A tower right strong of wood, the prince himselfe it built alone,
And choules had vnderlayd, and ladders made to mount thereon.
Ah sister (then quoth he) my death drawes neare hold thee content,
Where gods, and spitefull fortune call, to follow I full am bent,
And with Aeneas hand to hand to meete, and what our payne
Augmenteth else with losse of lothsome life, that to sustayne.
And, sister, after this thou shalt not see me play the part
Of coward knight, but giue me licence now with all my hart
I the beseech, before my finall rage, to rage a while.
He sayd, and as his raging mind with inward wrath did boyle,
From charret downe into the open fieldes his leape he takes,
And forth through foes he throngs, his sister sad he there forsakes,
And through the thickst of all the hoast holdes on his frantique pace,
And on ech side the ray of enmies rankes he doth displace.
Like as a rocke that from a loftie mount doth headlong fall
Enforst with rage of wind, or els with shoures, and water gall.
Or when long yeeres with auntient tract of time the hold doth lose
The hugie hill falles downe with wondrous force, and foorth it goes,
And proudly springs on ground, and woods, and beastes, and men, and all
Before it tumbling turnes, and rouling runnes forth like a ball
So through his vanquisht hoast forth Turnus mad in hast doth flie,
Where all the ground about with blood doth deepely drenched lie,
And whirling deadly dartes in th'ayer aboue do make a cloud.
He beckeneth with his hand, and with his mouth thus crieth aloud.
Stay stay O Rutils now, and Latines hold your hands, no more,
What euer chaunce befall, tis due to mee though it goe sore.
Tis meeter I the broken league with smart deseru'd should hie,
And in your steed myself a lone with blade the quarrell trie.
They strait withdrew thēselues, and roomth they made him by & by.
And downe his eyes he kest to ground, and whusting nothing said.
And there at once great griefe and shame his heauie hart doth freat
Deepe lodgd within, and madnesse mixt in breast with sorrow great,
And loue incenst with rage, and priuie touche of enmies might.
But when from mind he darknesse draue, and brought agayn the light,
His flaming eyes with yre vnto Laurentum walles he rold,
And from his charret hie the goodly towne he did behold.
When loe the flashing flames aloft the battlements had caught
Of Turnus noble tower, and vp to heauen they crackling raught.
A tower right strong of wood, the prince himselfe it built alone,
And choules had vnderlayd, and ladders made to mount thereon.
Ah sister (then quoth he) my death drawes neare hold thee content,
Where gods, and spitefull fortune call, to follow I full am bent,
And with Aeneas hand to hand to meete, and what our payne
Augmenteth else with losse of lothsome life, that to sustayne.
And, sister, after this thou shalt not see me play the part
Of coward knight, but giue me licence now with all my hart
I the beseech, before my finall rage, to rage a while.
He sayd, and as his raging mind with inward wrath did boyle,
And forth through foes he throngs, his sister sad he there forsakes,
And through the thickst of all the hoast holdes on his frantique pace,
And on ech side the ray of enmies rankes he doth displace.
Like as a rocke that from a loftie mount doth headlong fall
Enforst with rage of wind, or els with shoures, and water gall.
Or when long yeeres with auntient tract of time the hold doth lose
The hugie hill falles downe with wondrous force, and foorth it goes,
And proudly springs on ground, and woods, and beastes, and men, and all
Before it tumbling turnes, and rouling runnes forth like a ball
So through his vanquisht hoast forth Turnus mad in hast doth flie,
Where all the ground about with blood doth deepely drenched lie,
And whirling deadly dartes in th'ayer aboue do make a cloud.
He beckeneth with his hand, and with his mouth thus crieth aloud.
Stay stay O Rutils now, and Latines hold your hands, no more,
What euer chaunce befall, tis due to mee though it goe sore.
Tis meeter I the broken league with smart deseru'd should hie,
And in your steed myself a lone with blade the quarrell trie.
They strait withdrew thēselues, and roomth they made him by & by.
But lord Aeneas, Turnus name whence once in eare he tooke,
The sturdy citie wals, and turrets high hee then forsooke.
And lingring laied aside, and all attemptes left out of hand,
Hee leapes for ioy, and thundring there doth great in armour stand,
As much as Athos mount, or Erix hill, or rough with wood,
And whom with snowie top all yeere to stand it doth him good
Old Appeninus hill, that to the lofty cloudes doth rise.
Then Rutils all, and Troyans all do bend their heedfull eies,
And all Th'Italian troupes likewise, both those the walles on hie
That keepe, and those with engins great to breake the walles that plye,
And armour downe from shoulders lay. Latinus mased stands,
When such two mighty men he sees of lim, so stout of hands,
In places so far distant borne meete there with so great might,
And fully bent their force to trie in single handed fight.
Then they when first in empty field ech other gan to view,
With trauerse swift about, ech one his dart at other threw.
Then strait to hand they come, their swords and targates meeting dash,
There might you here ye groūd to grone, their blades wt blowes do clash
Thickedubled fet, good chaunce, and prowis fast ioynt in one are mixt,
And like as when contention falles two mighty Bulles betwixt,
On top of hugie Syla mount, or hill Tabernus hie,
That for dominion euermore, and mastership do trie,
With hornes they do inuade, the fearfull keepers stand aside,
And all the flocking heard about deepe silent doth abide,
The hefers mumbling soft do make, who now shall rule the roast,
And whom the heard shall follow as they feede about the coast.
They with all force, with mortall wound ech other seeke to smight,
And with their perlous crooked hornes alone is all their fight.
Their foule black reaking blood, with channel large doth fall to ground,
And necke & shoulders bathes, the wood with noyses loud doth sound.
None otherwise Aeneas fierce, and stout lord Turnus meete
With targates redy bent, and round the ayer with noise repleete.
Then Iupiter in heauen aboue in equall balaunce wayghes
Their destnies both, and from his sentence graue a while he stayes.
And vnto either diuerse chaunce alots, who shall endure
Moe trauailes hard, and who the present death to die is sure.
The sturdy citie wals, and turrets high hee then forsooke.
And lingring laied aside, and all attemptes left out of hand,
Hee leapes for ioy, and thundring there doth great in armour stand,
As much as Athos mount, or Erix hill, or rough with wood,
And whom with snowie top all yeere to stand it doth him good
Old Appeninus hill, that to the lofty cloudes doth rise.
Then Rutils all, and Troyans all do bend their heedfull eies,
And all Th'Italian troupes likewise, both those the walles on hie
That keepe, and those with engins great to breake the walles that plye,
And armour downe from shoulders lay. Latinus mased stands,
When such two mighty men he sees of lim, so stout of hands,
In places so far distant borne meete there with so great might,
And fully bent their force to trie in single handed fight.
Then they when first in empty field ech other gan to view,
With trauerse swift about, ech one his dart at other threw.
Then strait to hand they come, their swords and targates meeting dash,
There might you here ye groūd to grone, their blades wt blowes do clash
Thickedubled fet, good chaunce, and prowis fast ioynt in one are mixt,
On top of hugie Syla mount, or hill Tabernus hie,
That for dominion euermore, and mastership do trie,
With hornes they do inuade, the fearfull keepers stand aside,
And all the flocking heard about deepe silent doth abide,
The hefers mumbling soft do make, who now shall rule the roast,
And whom the heard shall follow as they feede about the coast.
They with all force, with mortall wound ech other seeke to smight,
And with their perlous crooked hornes alone is all their fight.
Their foule black reaking blood, with channel large doth fall to ground,
And necke & shoulders bathes, the wood with noyses loud doth sound.
None otherwise Aeneas fierce, and stout lord Turnus meete
With targates redy bent, and round the ayer with noise repleete.
Then Iupiter in heauen aboue in equall balaunce wayghes
Their destnies both, and from his sentence graue a while he stayes.
And vnto either diuerse chaunce alots, who shall endure
Moe trauailes hard, and who the present death to die is sure.
There Turnus vauntes himself and hoping well, with all his might
A sturdy blow he sets, and on his toes he riseth right.
The stroke lightes home; the Troyans shout, ye Latines shake for feare,
And both the armies roundabout amaazd stand gaping there.
But loe, the false and brittle sword is broke, and at that blowe
His Maister quite deceaud, and broad in sliuers small it flowe,
And quite vndoone he was, had not he tane himself to flight.
Thence fast he flies more swift then winde, beholding there in sight
A straunge sword hilt, his stout righthand likewise of weapon bare.
Report doth goe, that when to battle first he did prepare,
And mounted first his charret hie forst forth with feare and ire,
His fathers sword he then mistooke, and as hast did require
His wagoner Metiscus sword for his he tooke in steede,
Which while the Troyans slie in fight, ful well perfourmd the deede.
But when to armour made by god Vulcanus come it was,
The mortall sword at first flew broken strait like brickle glasse
And litle shiuers round about lay shining in the grasse,
There Turnus in his flight, the broad wide fieldes do trace about,
Now here he turnes, now there, and courses round fets in and out.
On euery side a ring of Troyans thicke incloase him round,
Here standes the citie wall, there lyeth a vale of fennie ground.
No lesse Aeneas then (howbeit full deepe with arrow smit
His faultring failing knees him fast to runne will not permit)
Him after hies, and foote to foote at heeles him vrgeth nie.
Like as the Deare, that to the pleasaunt soyle apace doth hie,
And there in meash of hugie net entrapt, doth quaking feare,
When hunter rough with crie of cruell hounds fast draws him neare.
He at the sturdie toyle, and bankes full hye right sore agast,
A thousand wayes doth turne and wend, the noble hound doth hast
And gaping comes at heeles, and now doth pinch, or like to pinche
He snoppes his iawes, and is deceaud his bit by halfe an inche.
Then riseth round a shout, that shoares and lakes the same rebound,
And all the heauen about with thumping thundre doth resound.
A sturdy blow he sets, and on his toes he riseth right.
The stroke lightes home; the Troyans shout, ye Latines shake for feare,
And both the armies roundabout amaazd stand gaping there.
But loe, the false and brittle sword is broke, and at that blowe
His Maister quite deceaud, and broad in sliuers small it flowe,
And quite vndoone he was, had not he tane himself to flight.
Thence fast he flies more swift then winde, beholding there in sight
A straunge sword hilt, his stout righthand likewise of weapon bare.
Report doth goe, that when to battle first he did prepare,
And mounted first his charret hie forst forth with feare and ire,
His fathers sword he then mistooke, and as hast did require
His wagoner Metiscus sword for his he tooke in steede,
Which while the Troyans slie in fight, ful well perfourmd the deede.
But when to armour made by god Vulcanus come it was,
The mortall sword at first flew broken strait like brickle glasse
And litle shiuers round about lay shining in the grasse,
There Turnus in his flight, the broad wide fieldes do trace about,
Now here he turnes, now there, and courses round fets in and out.
On euery side a ring of Troyans thicke incloase him round,
Here standes the citie wall, there lyeth a vale of fennie ground.
His faultring failing knees him fast to runne will not permit)
Him after hies, and foote to foote at heeles him vrgeth nie.
Like as the Deare, that to the pleasaunt soyle apace doth hie,
And there in meash of hugie net entrapt, doth quaking feare,
When hunter rough with crie of cruell hounds fast draws him neare.
He at the sturdie toyle, and bankes full hye right sore agast,
A thousand wayes doth turne and wend, the noble hound doth hast
And gaping comes at heeles, and now doth pinch, or like to pinche
He snoppes his iawes, and is deceaud his bit by halfe an inche.
Then riseth round a shout, that shoares and lakes the same rebound,
And all the heauen about with thumping thundre doth resound.
Then Turnus flying fast his Rutils all doth sorely blame,
And for his tryed sword he cals to euery one by name.
Aeneas present death doth threat, and great destruction there
If any do approch, and them still trembling more doth feare,
And threatneth sore the citie towne to rase vnto the ground.
And still (though wounded) draweth him neare, and now fiue courses round
About they finisht had, and back fiue courses had begunne
Both this way now, then that, nor for no trifle tis they runne,
But for King Turnus life they striue (alas) and for his blood.
By chaunce thereby with bitter leaues an Oliue wild there stoode,
Which vnto Faunus God auowred was, a ioyfull tree
Where such as safe from shipwrack foule, and drenching saued bee
Are woont their offrings vp to hang, and garments knowne at full.
This tree without respect at all the Troyans vp did pull,
That without let wherein to fight the whole field they might haue.
There stuck Aeneas dart, him force in casting thither draue,
The roote it holding fast he bends him downe, and there assayes
Thereout to pul the speare, to cast at Turnus on his wayes
As forth he skuddes, whom he in running could not ouertake.
Then Turnus raging mad with feare, his prayer thus gan make.
O Faunus pitie take I pray (quoth he,) thou worthie Ground
Hold fast the dart, your honours if I euer saued sound,
Whom otherwise Aeneas crue by warre haue made profayne.
He sayd, and to the goods his sute he did not make in vayne.
For though he striuing much at clunged stemme long time did stay,
Yet by no strength Aeneas could his speare pull thence away.
Thus whilst he fiercely forcing stands, and still doth pluck and straine,
Into the wagoner Metiscus shape transfourmd againe
Iuturna faire, his sword vnto her brother doth restore.
That Venus at this Nymphes so bold attempt disdaining sore,
Drew neere, and from the roote beneath the dart she plucked out.
Then they with weapons armed both, and waxt with courage stout,
This trusting sword, the other fierce with speare Aeneas bent
Enraged both, with deadly fude ech one at other went.
And for his tryed sword he cals to euery one by name.
Aeneas present death doth threat, and great destruction there
If any do approch, and them still trembling more doth feare,
And threatneth sore the citie towne to rase vnto the ground.
And still (though wounded) draweth him neare, and now fiue courses round
About they finisht had, and back fiue courses had begunne
Both this way now, then that, nor for no trifle tis they runne,
But for King Turnus life they striue (alas) and for his blood.
By chaunce thereby with bitter leaues an Oliue wild there stoode,
Which vnto Faunus God auowred was, a ioyfull tree
Where such as safe from shipwrack foule, and drenching saued bee
Are woont their offrings vp to hang, and garments knowne at full.
This tree without respect at all the Troyans vp did pull,
That without let wherein to fight the whole field they might haue.
There stuck Aeneas dart, him force in casting thither draue,
The roote it holding fast he bends him downe, and there assayes
Thereout to pul the speare, to cast at Turnus on his wayes
As forth he skuddes, whom he in running could not ouertake.
Then Turnus raging mad with feare, his prayer thus gan make.
O Faunus pitie take I pray (quoth he,) thou worthie Ground
Hold fast the dart, your honours if I euer saued sound,
Whom otherwise Aeneas crue by warre haue made profayne.
He sayd, and to the goods his sute he did not make in vayne.
For though he striuing much at clunged stemme long time did stay,
Yet by no strength Aeneas could his speare pull thence away.
Into the wagoner Metiscus shape transfourmd againe
Iuturna faire, his sword vnto her brother doth restore.
That Venus at this Nymphes so bold attempt disdaining sore,
Drew neere, and from the roote beneath the dart she plucked out.
Then they with weapons armed both, and waxt with courage stout,
This trusting sword, the other fierce with speare Aeneas bent
Enraged both, with deadly fude ech one at other went.
Therwhiles th'almighty king to Iuno speaking thus he told,
That from a yellow cloud aboue, the battell did behold.
What shall the end herof be wife? what now remaineth? say.
Aeneas is a god thou knowest, thy selfe canst not denay,
And that to heauen he longs, and to the starres to be extold,
What doost thou worke? or in what hope abidste in clouds so cold?
For is it meete a god with mortall wound defilde should bee?
Or els (for what Iuturna could she do were not for thee?)
The sword restoard to Turnus bee, and force to vassalles grow?
Leaue of at last at our request, lay downe thy courage low,
Nor let such priuie Rancor fret thee more, this care and smart
Let them (good Iuno) from thy sweete and pleasaunt mouth depart.
Wee to the last are come, the Troyans vexe by sea and land
Thou mightst, and blooddy wicked warres to raise was in thine hand,
And houses to deface, and monefull mariages to make,
But farther to attempt I thee forbid. Ioue thus bespake,
And goddesse Iuno with a louly countnance thus replied.
Almighty spouse, since first your heauenly pleasure I espied,
Both Turnus, and the earth, and all I left against my will.
He should you see me now in ayer alone to sit so still,
And suffre thus such worthy vnworthy things, but armd in fier
In thickest throngs would thrust, and on the Troyans wreake mine ire.
Iuturna I confesse her brother sad I causd to aide,
And for his life (alas) I bid what could, should be assaid.
Yet weapons none I wild her take, nor yet to bend her bowe,
I sweare by dreadfull springs, whence streame of Styx along doth flowe,
The only true, and dreadfull oth that heauenly gods do make.
And now I do giue place, and lothsome warres I quite forsake.
But yet this one thing now, which destnies course doth not denay
For honours sake of thine, and for all Latium graunt I pray.
That when (wherto I yeeld) in perfect peace they wedlockes knit,
And holsome lawes appoint, with lasting leagues of frindship smit,
Of Latine old inhabitours thou wouldst not chaunge the name,
Nor Troyans to be cauld, nor Teucers yet permit the same,
Nor let thē chaunge their speech, but weare their weedes they ware of yore,
Let Latium still abide, and Albane kings for euermore,
Let Romane ofspring be of power through great Italian might,
Troy downe is falne, and with the name now let it perish quite.
That from a yellow cloud aboue, the battell did behold.
What shall the end herof be wife? what now remaineth? say.
Aeneas is a god thou knowest, thy selfe canst not denay,
And that to heauen he longs, and to the starres to be extold,
What doost thou worke? or in what hope abidste in clouds so cold?
For is it meete a god with mortall wound defilde should bee?
Or els (for what Iuturna could she do were not for thee?)
The sword restoard to Turnus bee, and force to vassalles grow?
Leaue of at last at our request, lay downe thy courage low,
Nor let such priuie Rancor fret thee more, this care and smart
Let them (good Iuno) from thy sweete and pleasaunt mouth depart.
Wee to the last are come, the Troyans vexe by sea and land
Thou mightst, and blooddy wicked warres to raise was in thine hand,
And houses to deface, and monefull mariages to make,
But farther to attempt I thee forbid. Ioue thus bespake,
And goddesse Iuno with a louly countnance thus replied.
Almighty spouse, since first your heauenly pleasure I espied,
Both Turnus, and the earth, and all I left against my will.
He should you see me now in ayer alone to sit so still,
And suffre thus such worthy vnworthy things, but armd in fier
In thickest throngs would thrust, and on the Troyans wreake mine ire.
Iuturna I confesse her brother sad I causd to aide,
And for his life (alas) I bid what could, should be assaid.
Yet weapons none I wild her take, nor yet to bend her bowe,
I sweare by dreadfull springs, whence streame of Styx along doth flowe,
The only true, and dreadfull oth that heauenly gods do make.
And now I do giue place, and lothsome warres I quite forsake.
But yet this one thing now, which destnies course doth not denay
For honours sake of thine, and for all Latium graunt I pray.
And holsome lawes appoint, with lasting leagues of frindship smit,
Of Latine old inhabitours thou wouldst not chaunge the name,
Nor Troyans to be cauld, nor Teucers yet permit the same,
Nor let thē chaunge their speech, but weare their weedes they ware of yore,
Let Latium still abide, and Albane kings for euermore,
Let Romane ofspring be of power through great Italian might,
Troy downe is falne, and with the name now let it perish quite.
To whom the king of gods and men thus answered smiling milde.
Thou art my sister deere, and old Saturnus second childe,
Why doost thou then such hugie waues of rage roule in thy breast?
But goe to, from this late sprung griefe set whole thy hart at rest.
I graunt thy sute, and willingly therto I do agree.
Ausonians their tongue shal keepe, and customes as they bee,
And as it is their name shall byde, in body only mixt
Shall Troians bee, no diffrence more them both shalbe betwixt.
Their maners, and their sacred rites I will appoint them all,
And I will cause all nations still they Latines them shall call.
This stocke that of Ausonian blood commixt shal shortly rise,
In vertue men shall passe, and passe the gods that dwell in skies.
Unto thee honour doe no nation shall so much as thay.
Dame Iuno gaue a nod, and glad her minde she turnes away,
And from the aier departes, and leaues the cloud where she did stay.
Thou art my sister deere, and old Saturnus second childe,
Why doost thou then such hugie waues of rage roule in thy breast?
But goe to, from this late sprung griefe set whole thy hart at rest.
I graunt thy sute, and willingly therto I do agree.
Ausonians their tongue shal keepe, and customes as they bee,
And as it is their name shall byde, in body only mixt
Shall Troians bee, no diffrence more them both shalbe betwixt.
Their maners, and their sacred rites I will appoint them all,
And I will cause all nations still they Latines them shall call.
This stocke that of Ausonian blood commixt shal shortly rise,
In vertue men shall passe, and passe the gods that dwell in skies.
Unto thee honour doe no nation shall so much as thay.
Dame Iuno gaue a nod, and glad her minde she turnes away,
And from the aier departes, and leaues the cloud where she did stay.
When this was done, the father of Gods a new deuise doth proue,
How from her brothers aide Iuturna Nimphe he may remoue.
Two wofull plagues there beene, that by right name men Furies call,
Whom with Megæra hellish heg Night darck, and dreadfull, all
At one birth brought to light, and with like stings of serpents fell
Them all did arme, and like winges gaue that shift windes do excell.
These Ioue before, and in the seat of Pluto dreadful king
Attending stand, and wofull feare to mortall men do bring
If dryrie death at eny time, or sicknes vile to beare
Ioue do commaund, or cities naught with bloodie warres to feare.
Of these then one from heauen Ioue downe doth send with speedy flight,
And to Iuturna with yll lucke bids flie her to affright.
Away she goes, and vnto earth with whirlewind flitteth fast,
Noneotherwise then when a shaft swift forth with bowstring cast
In deadly poyson dipt, through clouds apace doth skudding fling,
Which mortall shaft some Parthians bow enforst, or Cydons string,
The singing toole through shadow flies, that none perceaue it may:
So went this child of Night, and so to earth she tooke her way.
How from her brothers aide Iuturna Nimphe he may remoue.
Two wofull plagues there beene, that by right name men Furies call,
Whom with Megæra hellish heg Night darck, and dreadfull, all
At one birth brought to light, and with like stings of serpents fell
Them all did arme, and like winges gaue that shift windes do excell.
These Ioue before, and in the seat of Pluto dreadful king
Attending stand, and wofull feare to mortall men do bring
If dryrie death at eny time, or sicknes vile to beare
Ioue do commaund, or cities naught with bloodie warres to feare.
Of these then one from heauen Ioue downe doth send with speedy flight,
And to Iuturna with yll lucke bids flie her to affright.
Away she goes, and vnto earth with whirlewind flitteth fast,
Noneotherwise then when a shaft swift forth with bowstring cast
In deadly poyson dipt, through clouds apace doth skudding fling,
The singing toole through shadow flies, that none perceaue it may:
So went this child of Night, and so to earth she tooke her way.
When Troyan host at hand, and Turnus troupes she did espie,
Transfourmed to a foule herselfe she chaungeth by and by,
Such as are woont on grisly graues, and desert roufes to sit
By night, and in the dare their wofull tunes do charme, and chit.
To this foule forme thus turnd, at Turnus fare she skirring cries,
And strikes his targat with her winges, as here and there she flies.
This new feare then his drouping lims with dread did cause to quake,
His heare rose vp an end, his trembling voyce in iawes fast stake.
But when the Furies hatefull shritch from far, and wings she knew
Iuturna wofull wight, her heare from of her head she drew,
And with her nailes her face she rent, with hands she beat her breast.
Ah Turnus now (quoth she) what may she do that loues the best?
What way may now thy sister worke, or what meanes is so strong,
That I may practise it, thy wofull life for to prolong?
Myselfe against such monsters to oppose am I of might?
Nay nay, the battayle now I leaue, nor mee with feare affright
Do any more you filthy foules, and begs of Limbo low,
Your hellish sound, and clapping of your wings I well do know.
And well I wot the proud beheastes of Ioue so great of might,
Now for my Maydenhood bereft doth he me thus requight?
Why gaue he mee eternall life, and death did take away?
So that by mortall end these lasting griefes I might delay,
And with my brother deere now downe descend to shadowes dead,
If like as he (which would to God) a mortall life I lead.
No pleasure of my pleasures all shall pleasant be to mee
O brother Turnus deere, and all for lacke, and losse of thee.
What ground (alas) will gape below my corps therin to take,
And bring mee downe (a Goddesse though I be) to Lymbo lake?
This much she said, and strait her head in mantell blue she hid
Sore sighing, and anon she threw herselfe the streame amid.
Transfourmed to a foule herselfe she chaungeth by and by,
Such as are woont on grisly graues, and desert roufes to sit
By night, and in the dare their wofull tunes do charme, and chit.
To this foule forme thus turnd, at Turnus fare she skirring cries,
And strikes his targat with her winges, as here and there she flies.
This new feare then his drouping lims with dread did cause to quake,
His heare rose vp an end, his trembling voyce in iawes fast stake.
But when the Furies hatefull shritch from far, and wings she knew
Iuturna wofull wight, her heare from of her head she drew,
And with her nailes her face she rent, with hands she beat her breast.
Ah Turnus now (quoth she) what may she do that loues the best?
What way may now thy sister worke, or what meanes is so strong,
That I may practise it, thy wofull life for to prolong?
Myselfe against such monsters to oppose am I of might?
Nay nay, the battayle now I leaue, nor mee with feare affright
Do any more you filthy foules, and begs of Limbo low,
Your hellish sound, and clapping of your wings I well do know.
And well I wot the proud beheastes of Ioue so great of might,
Now for my Maydenhood bereft doth he me thus requight?
Why gaue he mee eternall life, and death did take away?
So that by mortall end these lasting griefes I might delay,
And with my brother deere now downe descend to shadowes dead,
If like as he (which would to God) a mortall life I lead.
No pleasure of my pleasures all shall pleasant be to mee
O brother Turnus deere, and all for lacke, and losse of thee.
What ground (alas) will gape below my corps therin to take,
And bring mee downe (a Goddesse though I be) to Lymbo lake?
This much she said, and strait her head in mantell blue she hid
Sore sighing, and anon she threw herselfe the streame amid.
Aeneas forcing forth a mighty speare in hand doth shake
Of sturdy timber framde, and with great courage thus he spake.
What staying now is this? why, Turnus, doost thou lingre thus?
In flight wee must not striue, but neare at hand in fight I wus.
Transforme thyself to euery shape, or els thy best assay
By force of armes, or els by craft to rid thyself away.
Or wish vnto the lofty starres by flittring wings to flie,
Or couerd els within some hollow caue in ground to lie.
He shaking then his head, not these thy bitter words do mee
Ought make a feard, but gods me fray, and Ioue my foe (quoth hee.)
He said no more, but strait a mighty stone he there behelde,
A mighty auntient stone, that then by chaunce within the felde
There for a Bounde did lie, all strife twixt lands for to appease.
Scarce could twelue chosen men that on their shoulders lift with ease,
Such men I meane, as now a dayes the earth to light doth bring.
This vp in hand he caught, and at his foe doth fiercely fling
Ary[illeg.]ng vp therwith, and forth his vease he fet withall.
But he nor when he came, nor when he went to minde doth call,
Or when he lifted vp his hand, nor when the stone he threw.
His knees do fayle, and through his blood a chilly shiuering flew.
The stone then rowling through the empty ayer his way did take,
But forth at full it did not flie, nor yet the marke it strake.
And like as in a dreame when sleape by night hath cloasd our eies,
Sometimes in vaine great coursers foorth to run wee do deuise,
And in the midst of all our force anon begin to fayle,
Our tongue is tied, & through our body quite our strength doth quayle
That make no noise we can, nor able are one word to say.
To Turnus so, what euer manfull meanes he doth assay,
Successe the cruell Furie doth deney. Then in his minde
A thousand thoughts arise, his eies he backe doth cast behinde,
And on the Rutils, and the Towne he lookes, and doubtes for feare,
And trembles when he thinkes at hand to come the fatall speare,
Nor knowes which way to wend, nor how against his foe to flie,
His charret nor his charret guide he can no where espie.
Of sturdy timber framde, and with great courage thus he spake.
What staying now is this? why, Turnus, doost thou lingre thus?
In flight wee must not striue, but neare at hand in fight I wus.
Transforme thyself to euery shape, or els thy best assay
Or wish vnto the lofty starres by flittring wings to flie,
Or couerd els within some hollow caue in ground to lie.
He shaking then his head, not these thy bitter words do mee
Ought make a feard, but gods me fray, and Ioue my foe (quoth hee.)
He said no more, but strait a mighty stone he there behelde,
A mighty auntient stone, that then by chaunce within the felde
There for a Bounde did lie, all strife twixt lands for to appease.
Scarce could twelue chosen men that on their shoulders lift with ease,
Such men I meane, as now a dayes the earth to light doth bring.
This vp in hand he caught, and at his foe doth fiercely fling
Ary[illeg.]ng vp therwith, and forth his vease he fet withall.
But he nor when he came, nor when he went to minde doth call,
Or when he lifted vp his hand, nor when the stone he threw.
His knees do fayle, and through his blood a chilly shiuering flew.
The stone then rowling through the empty ayer his way did take,
But forth at full it did not flie, nor yet the marke it strake.
And like as in a dreame when sleape by night hath cloasd our eies,
Sometimes in vaine great coursers foorth to run wee do deuise,
And in the midst of all our force anon begin to fayle,
Our tongue is tied, & through our body quite our strength doth quayle
That make no noise we can, nor able are one word to say.
To Turnus so, what euer manfull meanes he doth assay,
Successe the cruell Furie doth deney. Then in his minde
A thousand thoughts arise, his eies he backe doth cast behinde,
And on the Rutils, and the Towne he lookes, and doubtes for feare,
And trembles when he thinkes at hand to come the fatall speare,
Nor knowes which way to wend, nor how against his foe to flie,
His charret nor his charret guide he can no where espie.
Whilst thus he doubtes, Aeneas forth his speare doth shake in sight,
And vauntadge watcheth with his eie, and strait with all his might,
Afar he flings it forth. Not so doth cast the hugie stones
The engin great, that walles of townes to breake is made for nones.
Nor with such clap ye lightning bright frō heauen high foorth doth brast.
The murdring speare fierce flies, and whirlwindlike, doth flit as fast,
And through his armour braue of proofe it beats, through bucklar bright
With seauen thick lininges layd, into the thigh it strake him quight.
And vauntadge watcheth with his eie, and strait with all his might,
Afar he flings it forth. Not so doth cast the hugie stones
The engin great, that walles of townes to breake is made for nones.
Nor with such clap ye lightning bright frō heauen high foorth doth brast.
The murdring speare fierce flies, and whirlwindlike, doth flit as fast,
And through his armour braue of proofe it beats, through bucklar bright
With seauen thick lininges layd, into the thigh it strake him quight.
Then Turnus wounded downe to ground with dubled knees doth fal.
The Rutils wofull shoutes doe rayse, and round the hilles withall
Resounding make, and all the woods the noyse beat back agayne.
He then on ground, his yeelding eyes, and hand of pardon fayne
Entreating vp doth hold, and sure I haue deseru'de (quoth hee)
Nor pardon aske I none, vse now thy chaunce at will on mee.
But if regard of aged sire, thy mind sumdeale may tuch,
(For vnto thee of late thy father Anchises old was such,)
Upon king Daunus auntient yeares do thou some pitie take,
And me, if so thou meane deuoyde of vitall life to make,
Restoare vnto my friendes, for thou hast wunne, these hands of mine
The Latines saw to yeelde, and faire Lauinia now is thine,
No farther let thy rage proceede. Fierce there in armes did stand
Aeneas casting down his eyes, and still he stayd his hand.
And more and more the gentle speeche to swage his minde began:
When loe, (alas) the lucklesse Belt that on his shoulders than
Aloft with buckles glittring bright with gold that garnisht were
Appeared, which he knew right well, that Pallas young did beare,
Whom Turnus with a mightie wound had slayne not long before,
And now the pillage of his foe vpon his shoulders wore.
But when with eyes those tokens great of greefe he did behold
And spoyles with rage incenst, in furie wood, and vncontrold,
Ah wretch (quoth he) thinckst thou, that wearing spoyles of mine, from mee
Thou so shalt scape? Now Pallas with this wound, now Pallas thee
Doth offer vp, and on thy wicked blood reuenge doth take.
This saying, deepe him to the hart with naked sword he strake
Incenst with ire, the natiue heat his limmes doth strait forsake,
His ghost flies fast with greefe, and great disdayne, to Lymbo lake.
Resounding make, and all the woods the noyse beat back agayne.
He then on ground, his yeelding eyes, and hand of pardon fayne
Entreating vp doth hold, and sure I haue deseru'de (quoth hee)
Nor pardon aske I none, vse now thy chaunce at will on mee.
But if regard of aged sire, thy mind sumdeale may tuch,
(For vnto thee of late thy father Anchises old was such,)
Upon king Daunus auntient yeares do thou some pitie take,
And me, if so thou meane deuoyde of vitall life to make,
Restoare vnto my friendes, for thou hast wunne, these hands of mine
The Latines saw to yeelde, and faire Lauinia now is thine,
No farther let thy rage proceede. Fierce there in armes did stand
Aeneas casting down his eyes, and still he stayd his hand.
And more and more the gentle speeche to swage his minde began:
When loe, (alas) the lucklesse Belt that on his shoulders than
Aloft with buckles glittring bright with gold that garnisht were
Appeared, which he knew right well, that Pallas young did beare,
Whom Turnus with a mightie wound had slayne not long before,
And now the pillage of his foe vpon his shoulders wore.
But when with eyes those tokens great of greefe he did behold
And spoyles with rage incenst, in furie wood, and vncontrold,
Ah wretch (quoth he) thinckst thou, that wearing spoyles of mine, from mee
Thou so shalt scape? Now Pallas with this wound, now Pallas thee
Doth offer vp, and on thy wicked blood reuenge doth take.
This saying, deepe him to the hart with naked sword he strake
Incenst with ire, the natiue heat his limmes doth strait forsake,
His ghost flies fast with greefe, and great disdayne, to Lymbo lake.
DEO GRATIAS.
Finitum Londini, Per Thomam Twynum 6. Iulij. 1573. Opus 20.
Dierum plus minus, per interualla temporum.
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