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 THIRTENTH BOOKE
of Æneidos, supplyed by Maphæus Vegius Laudensis.
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THE THIRTENTH BOOKE of Æneidos, supplyed by Maphæus Vegius Laudensis.
The Argument.
So soone as Aeneas had slayne Turnus, The Rutilians submitting themselues are receiued into the mercy of the Conquerour, not without deserued reproches for resisting the prouidence of the Gods, concerning his arriuall and setling in Italy. Then Aeneas taketh Pallas belt frō about Turnus, which was partlye the cause that he slue him, determining to send it for a token to king Euander. After this honour being duly perfourmed to such as wer slain in fight, Aeneas congratulateth to his sunne Iulus and mates, their happie victories, and quiet peace purchased at last, after so many tempestes and troubles. But king Latinus bewayling the death of Turnus, with confutation of the fond enticements of Ambition, and vncerteinty of honour and kingly estate, sendeth the dead body vnto Daunus his father, who most pitifully lamenteth the rashnesse and haplesse successe of his sunne, as also the destruction of his citie Ardea, which being consumed with fire, is transformed into a byrd of that name. Immediately Latinus sendeth Oratours vnto Aeneas, Drances being cheefe, who after discommendation of Turnus whom he hated, and the excuse of king Latinus touching the breache of couenants, desireth him into the citie and pallace, where with great solemnitie Latinus coupleth vnto him in mariage Lauinia his daughter, and only childe, both Troyans and Italians muche reioycing at this legue of amitie. Shortly after, Aeneas buildeth a citie, whiche by the aduise of his mother Venus, hee calleth after his wiues name: and king Latinus dying, hee succeedeth him in the crowne and gouernment. And when he had raigned full three yeares, his mother Venus clensing him from contagion of mortalitie in the riuer Numicius neare Laurentum, she carieth him vp into heauen, and translateth him into the number of the starres.
When
Turnus in this finall fight downethrowne, his flittring ghost
Had yeelded vp into the aire, in middest of all the host
Aeneas valient victour stands, god Mauors chāpion bold.
The Latines stoynisht standing, from their hartes great groanes vnfold,
And deepely from their inward thoughts reuoluing cause of care,
Their daunted minds they do let fall: Like as thick woods that are
Of bignesse huge, lament their losse when first their leaues do fall
Through furious force of northren blastes, of greene that spoiles thē all.
Their weapons then on ground they pight, and on their swords do rest,
And from their shoulders lay their shieldes, and battle do detest.
The frantike loue of warre, ere while well liked, now they hate.
No pleasure of the victour they refuse, nor captiue state.
But pardon craue, and rest require, all mischiefes to abate.
Like as when two couragious Bulles togither run in fight,
With stoare of blood redoubling stripes, the heards there prest in sight
As they pertayne, enclyne ech to their bull, but if one quayle,
They earst which lou'de their foyled guide, to him that did preuayle
Submit themselues, & though great greefe their harts no doubt possesse,
Do willingly yeeld vp themselues as subiects naithelesse:
The Rutils so, though sorrowes great their harts did then molest,
Through feare of thus their captayne slayne, in mind did then protest.
The victour armes for to pursue, and Troyan Duke obey,
And leagues to craue, and peace eterne from warres for to enioy.
Had yeelded vp into the aire, in middest of all the host
Aeneas valient victour stands, god Mauors chāpion bold.
The Latines stoynisht standing, from their hartes great groanes vnfold,
And deepely from their inward thoughts reuoluing cause of care,
Their daunted minds they do let fall: Like as thick woods that are
Through furious force of northren blastes, of greene that spoiles thē all.
Their weapons then on ground they pight, and on their swords do rest,
And from their shoulders lay their shieldes, and battle do detest.
The frantike loue of warre, ere while well liked, now they hate.
No pleasure of the victour they refuse, nor captiue state.
But pardon craue, and rest require, all mischiefes to abate.
Like as when two couragious Bulles togither run in fight,
With stoare of blood redoubling stripes, the heards there prest in sight
As they pertayne, enclyne ech to their bull, but if one quayle,
They earst which lou'de their foyled guide, to him that did preuayle
Submit themselues, & though great greefe their harts no doubt possesse,
Do willingly yeeld vp themselues as subiects naithelesse:
The Rutils so, though sorrowes great their harts did then molest,
Through feare of thus their captayne slayne, in mind did then protest.
The victour armes for to pursue, and Troyan Duke obey,
And leagues to craue, and peace eterne from warres for to enioy.
On Turnus corps Aeneas sitting then, thus mildly spake.
What furie great from modestie thy minde so madly brake,
That Troyans by the heastes of Gods, and doome of Ioue on hie
Ariuing here, thou wouldst not let to dwell in Italie,
O Turnus, but in vayne from promisd houses wouldst expell?
Learne Ioue to feare, and what the Gods do will, to like that well.
For mightie Ioue in wrath will burne, and what thing worthye blame
Is done, the Gods will not forget for to reuenge the same.
Loe here the end of all thy rage, whereby gaynst faith and right
Disturbing leagues, the Troyan bands thou didst prouoke to fight.
Loe here the finall day, which vnto such as shall be borne
In time hereafter may a mirrour be, not Ioue to skorne
That they presume in vayne, and hatefull broyles of warres to breede.
But in thine armour now reioyce: A noble corps indeede
Here Turnus dead thou liest, but yet Lauinia cost thee deare.
Ne shame that with Aeneas hand yslayne thou liest heare.
Now Rutils hence conuay your Lord, his armour, and the man
I franckly yeelde, do honours to the dead the best ye can.
As for the weightie belt, which vnto Pallas did belong,
To king Euander will I send, that comfort great among
For death of foes he may conceiue, and ioy for Turnus slayne,
And you Ausonians these thinges repose in mindfull brayne,
Henceforth to learne some iuster cause of battaile to ensue.
By starres I sweare, that neuer feild nor armes I did pursue
In willing minde, but forced foorth through this your frantick moode,
With Troyan strength your headlong force at wish and wil withstoode.
What furie great from modestie thy minde so madly brake,
That Troyans by the heastes of Gods, and doome of Ioue on hie
Ariuing here, thou wouldst not let to dwell in Italie,
O Turnus, but in vayne from promisd houses wouldst expell?
Learne Ioue to feare, and what the Gods do will, to like that well.
For mightie Ioue in wrath will burne, and what thing worthye blame
Is done, the Gods will not forget for to reuenge the same.
Loe here the end of all thy rage, whereby gaynst faith and right
Disturbing leagues, the Troyan bands thou didst prouoke to fight.
Loe here the finall day, which vnto such as shall be borne
In time hereafter may a mirrour be, not Ioue to skorne
That they presume in vayne, and hatefull broyles of warres to breede.
But in thine armour now reioyce: A noble corps indeede
Here Turnus dead thou liest, but yet Lauinia cost thee deare.
Ne shame that with Aeneas hand yslayne thou liest heare.
Now Rutils hence conuay your Lord, his armour, and the man
I franckly yeelde, do honours to the dead the best ye can.
As for the weightie belt, which vnto Pallas did belong,
To king Euander will I send, that comfort great among
For death of foes he may conceiue, and ioy for Turnus slayne,
Henceforth to learne some iuster cause of battaile to ensue.
By starres I sweare, that neuer feild nor armes I did pursue
In willing minde, but forced foorth through this your frantick moode,
With Troyan strength your headlong force at wish and wil withstoode.
Aeneas sayd no more, but to the loftie walles with cheare
His steppes did turne, and to the Troyan houses drew him neare.
Him after all the troupe of Phrigian youth reioycing trace,
And wightfull steedes with force of nimble foote prick forth apace:
Reprouing sore the Latines all by dastardes loathsome name,
With shouts and noyses great, that ayre and skies resound the same.
And though the bodies yet vntombde to burne with great desire
Within his mind doth rise, and his dead mates to waste with fire:
Aeneas yet reuoluing greater matters in his brest,
To yeeld the Gods their honours first right due he deemde it best.
Then Heickfers fat, as countries guise hath taught, forthwith they kil,
And hogges they cast on heapes, and sheepe they driue the temples til,
And trāpled earth with streames of blood shead forth they purple staine,
And intrailes forth they pluck, & from the flock their felles they straine,
And corpses forth they cut, and broches lay to rost at fire.
Then wine in boules they forth do fill, as custome doth require.
And gifts to Bacchus vp do heape, and with full cuppes adore
His sacred alters fuming fat with cense and flesh good store.
Then in the houses shoutings loude they make, and Ioue betweene
They doe extoll, and Venus thee, and thee O Iuno Queene
More friendly and more louing now with great prayse they confesse.
And Mars himselfe, and all the troupe of Gods both more and lesse
Are there recited, and with laud extolled to the skie.
But Lord Aeneas peere of price to all the standers bie,
His doubled handes in humble wise did stretche into the aire,
And clasping fast his childe hee spake thus to Iülus faire.
O sunne, thy fathers only hope, whom through distresses strange
My selfe haue led, with destnies diuerse drawne enforst to range.
Loe, rest at length is found, loe now that day the last of payne
And troubles great that bringes an ende, most pleasant now we gaine.
Which day most wished still, when me to warres hard happe did call,
By Gods good will, I know, to thee I oft did tell, would fall.
And now when first the morning bright shall shine with purple weede,
Unto the Rutil walles I thee will send aduancde indeede.
Then to the Troyan nation next he turnd and deepe from out
His brest these words he drew, and mildly spake to all the rout.
O Mates, yt through sharp dangers thick & oft haue past, through broyls
Of warres so great, through winters many fierce and bitter toyles,
Through what was fearefull, greeuous, wofull, huge, and what vniust,
Unfortunate and cruell too, pluck vp to better lust
Your minds as now, the ende is come, heere shall that end be fixt
Of mischiefes all, and wished peace be setled vs betwixt
And these the men of Latium. Then shall Lauinia deere
My wife, whom I in battaile fierce haue woon, to Troyans cheare
Aduaunce our stock with Itayle blood commixt to bide for aye.
This one thing Mates, the Ausonians, with equall minds, I pray,
To beare and vse, and eke my sire in law Latmus King
For to obay, for he the scepter shall enioy, this thing
I haue determined in minde: but you in warres and fight
Learne godlinesse of me, and trace therein my steppes aright.
What glory great is gaynd thereby to vs, you playnly see.
But by the heauen and glittring starres I sweare, eterne that bee:
I that preserued haue your liues before from dangers hard,
Will after this requite your toyles with greater far reward.
His steppes did turne, and to the Troyan houses drew him neare.
Him after all the troupe of Phrigian youth reioycing trace,
And wightfull steedes with force of nimble foote prick forth apace:
Reprouing sore the Latines all by dastardes loathsome name,
With shouts and noyses great, that ayre and skies resound the same.
And though the bodies yet vntombde to burne with great desire
Within his mind doth rise, and his dead mates to waste with fire:
Aeneas yet reuoluing greater matters in his brest,
To yeeld the Gods their honours first right due he deemde it best.
Then Heickfers fat, as countries guise hath taught, forthwith they kil,
And hogges they cast on heapes, and sheepe they driue the temples til,
And trāpled earth with streames of blood shead forth they purple staine,
And intrailes forth they pluck, & from the flock their felles they straine,
And corpses forth they cut, and broches lay to rost at fire.
Then wine in boules they forth do fill, as custome doth require.
And gifts to Bacchus vp do heape, and with full cuppes adore
His sacred alters fuming fat with cense and flesh good store.
Then in the houses shoutings loude they make, and Ioue betweene
They doe extoll, and Venus thee, and thee O Iuno Queene
More friendly and more louing now with great prayse they confesse.
And Mars himselfe, and all the troupe of Gods both more and lesse
Are there recited, and with laud extolled to the skie.
But Lord Aeneas peere of price to all the standers bie,
His doubled handes in humble wise did stretche into the aire,
And clasping fast his childe hee spake thus to Iülus faire.
O sunne, thy fathers only hope, whom through distresses strange
My selfe haue led, with destnies diuerse drawne enforst to range.
Loe, rest at length is found, loe now that day the last of payne
And troubles great that bringes an ende, most pleasant now we gaine.
Which day most wished still, when me to warres hard happe did call,
By Gods good will, I know, to thee I oft did tell, would fall.
And now when first the morning bright shall shine with purple weede,
Then to the Troyan nation next he turnd and deepe from out
His brest these words he drew, and mildly spake to all the rout.
O Mates, yt through sharp dangers thick & oft haue past, through broyls
Of warres so great, through winters many fierce and bitter toyles,
Through what was fearefull, greeuous, wofull, huge, and what vniust,
Unfortunate and cruell too, pluck vp to better lust
Your minds as now, the ende is come, heere shall that end be fixt
Of mischiefes all, and wished peace be setled vs betwixt
And these the men of Latium. Then shall Lauinia deere
My wife, whom I in battaile fierce haue woon, to Troyans cheare
Aduaunce our stock with Itayle blood commixt to bide for aye.
This one thing Mates, the Ausonians, with equall minds, I pray,
To beare and vse, and eke my sire in law Latmus King
For to obay, for he the scepter shall enioy, this thing
I haue determined in minde: but you in warres and fight
Learne godlinesse of me, and trace therein my steppes aright.
What glory great is gaynd thereby to vs, you playnly see.
But by the heauen and glittring starres I sweare, eterne that bee:
I that preserued haue your liues before from dangers hard,
Will after this requite your toyles with greater far reward.
Such talke he treated then, and sundry chances in his brest
Forepassed did reuolue, not smally reckoning of his rest
Through trauaile late obtaynde, and tender loue in brest he bare
Unto his Troyans, whome to haue escapte from dangers rare
He did reioyce. And like the Hen her broode that clucking guides,
When in the ayre a kyte that soaring round in compasse glides
She doth espie, which stouping swift to ground with greedy bill
With furie seekes to pray, and threatneth all the birds to kill.
The combed Dame then touchte at heart, doth streit herselfe aduaunce,
Affrighted with the sodayne feare, and chickens heauie chaunce.
She whets her bill, and with her greatest force withstands her foe,
Untill with sturdie strength she make him voyd away to goe.
Then cackling thence, she hasts to seeke thē earst disturbde with feare,
And flockes them much amazde, such loue she to her younge doth beare.
None otherwise Anchisus sunne with words, and gesture milde
The Troyans did appease, while former feares, and dangers wilde
Outworne he doth reuolue in minde, and ioyes by troubles long,
Obteyned yet at length, which though in bearing bread him wrong
In former times, the memorie thereof yet bringes delight.
But Lord Aeneas farre excelling all in vertue bright,
Due thankes vnto the Gods for gifts receiued earst he payes,
And Iupiter almightie God extolles with worthie prayse.
Forepassed did reuolue, not smally reckoning of his rest
Through trauaile late obtaynde, and tender loue in brest he bare
Unto his Troyans, whome to haue escapte from dangers rare
He did reioyce. And like the Hen her broode that clucking guides,
When in the ayre a kyte that soaring round in compasse glides
She doth espie, which stouping swift to ground with greedy bill
With furie seekes to pray, and threatneth all the birds to kill.
The combed Dame then touchte at heart, doth streit herselfe aduaunce,
Affrighted with the sodayne feare, and chickens heauie chaunce.
She whets her bill, and with her greatest force withstands her foe,
Untill with sturdie strength she make him voyd away to goe.
Then cackling thence, she hasts to seeke thē earst disturbde with feare,
And flockes them much amazde, such loue she to her younge doth beare.
None otherwise Anchisus sunne with words, and gesture milde
The Troyans did appease, while former feares, and dangers wilde
Outworne he doth reuolue in minde, and ioyes by troubles long,
In former times, the memorie thereof yet bringes delight.
But Lord Aeneas farre excelling all in vertue bright,
Due thankes vnto the Gods for gifts receiued earst he payes,
And Iupiter almightie God extolles with worthie prayse.
Therwhiles the great and wofull corps, the Rutils thick in throng,
Duke Turnus bodie dead haue brought to towne in pompe along
With heauie harts perplext, and sheading streames of trickling teares.
The clamour great with greefe had filled soone Latinus eares
All tired now, and casting sundry chances in his brest.
Who after that he heard the mone encrease with mournefull quest,
And Turnus with a mightie wound yslayne did there behold,
His teares he could not stay, but meekely al the troupe controld.
And with his handes and speeches sad deepe silence did commaund.
And like as when the foming boare with tuskes fierce forth that stand,
Some noble Hound the cheefe of all the kennell, through hath stuck,
The barking crue doth back retire dismayd with dreadfull luck,
And thronging thick about their maister round do make their mone,
And houlings great send forth with dread and greefe commixt at one.
But then the maister holding vp his hands and bidding hush,
Their noyse they straight restrayne, and silent sit at present push.
The Rutils so, in voices whust did inward sorrow presse.
Then king Latinus shedding teares, his words thus to adresse
Frō heart deepe drawn began. What troubles great, what often change
Do mens affaires assay, & tosse their minds with whirlewind strange?
O foolish fancie fayne to rule, and scepters brittle pride.
O frantike madnesse graft in men desirous realmes to guide.
To what distresse doost thou enforce mens blinded harts to run,
And glorie got with dangers great our puffed minds to wun?
How many treasons, deaths, and perils dread of mischiefes fell,
How many gleaues and swords before thine eyes (if thou couldst tell)
Attending wait on thee? O deadly poyson dulcet sweete,
And worldly honours pestilent. O wofull trauayles meete
For such as crownes do weare, that cost them deare, and heauie sway
Of charge, which neuer suffers them to liue a merry day,
Nor any time of rest permits. O wofull princely state,
And miserable chaunce of kinges subiect to dread and hate.
What hath it, Turnus, thee auaild the whole Ausonian land
With tumultes great to stur, and Troians armd thus to withstand?
And to infringe the couenantes fixt of sacred peace and rest?
Whence could so great impatience inuade thy seely brest?
That warres with stocke of Gods, by will of high Ioue hether brought
Wouldst make, & from our seates, prouoking vs, to driue hadst thought?
And causde my daughter breake the faith to lord Aeneas sworne,
And warres to raise, which I gainsaying, should haue bin forborne?
What madnes great thy senses so did sot? How often thee
To batteill prest, and mounted faire, all glittring bright to see,
Haue I assayd to stay, thy iourney purposde to restraine,
And fearing blamed haue thee parting oft, but all in vaine.
Herof my gaines the citie shewes with houses halfe downe rent,
And mighty feildes about with Latine snowhite bones besprent.
And Latium spoild of all the strength, and hugie slaughters made,
And riuers staind with blood of men that ruddy running fade.
And feares long time continuing, and labours hardly rid,
Which I myselfe, old man, haue oft with danger great abid.
But Turnus dead heere now thou liest where is thy noble pride
Of youthly yeeres, thy minde surpassing high? where doth abide
The honour of thy countenance, thy persons cumly grace
Where is it now become? From Daunus eies what teares down trace,
And sorrowes sharpe his hart assalt, shalt, Turnus, thou procure?
What streames of teares, what bitter greefe all Ardea to endure?
But yet with dastard shameful wound thee slaine he shall not finde.
Which will no slender comfort bring vnto his carefull minde,
That by Aeneas sword of Troy thy life thou hast vntwinde.
Duke Turnus bodie dead haue brought to towne in pompe along
With heauie harts perplext, and sheading streames of trickling teares.
The clamour great with greefe had filled soone Latinus eares
All tired now, and casting sundry chances in his brest.
Who after that he heard the mone encrease with mournefull quest,
And Turnus with a mightie wound yslayne did there behold,
His teares he could not stay, but meekely al the troupe controld.
And with his handes and speeches sad deepe silence did commaund.
And like as when the foming boare with tuskes fierce forth that stand,
Some noble Hound the cheefe of all the kennell, through hath stuck,
The barking crue doth back retire dismayd with dreadfull luck,
And thronging thick about their maister round do make their mone,
And houlings great send forth with dread and greefe commixt at one.
But then the maister holding vp his hands and bidding hush,
Their noyse they straight restrayne, and silent sit at present push.
The Rutils so, in voices whust did inward sorrow presse.
Then king Latinus shedding teares, his words thus to adresse
Frō heart deepe drawn began. What troubles great, what often change
Do mens affaires assay, & tosse their minds with whirlewind strange?
O foolish fancie fayne to rule, and scepters brittle pride.
O frantike madnesse graft in men desirous realmes to guide.
To what distresse doost thou enforce mens blinded harts to run,
And glorie got with dangers great our puffed minds to wun?
How many treasons, deaths, and perils dread of mischiefes fell,
How many gleaues and swords before thine eyes (if thou couldst tell)
Attending wait on thee? O deadly poyson dulcet sweete,
And worldly honours pestilent. O wofull trauayles meete
For such as crownes do weare, that cost them deare, and heauie sway
Of charge, which neuer suffers them to liue a merry day,
Nor any time of rest permits. O wofull princely state,
And miserable chaunce of kinges subiect to dread and hate.
What hath it, Turnus, thee auaild the whole Ausonian land
And to infringe the couenantes fixt of sacred peace and rest?
Whence could so great impatience inuade thy seely brest?
That warres with stocke of Gods, by will of high Ioue hether brought
Wouldst make, & from our seates, prouoking vs, to driue hadst thought?
And causde my daughter breake the faith to lord Aeneas sworne,
And warres to raise, which I gainsaying, should haue bin forborne?
What madnes great thy senses so did sot? How often thee
To batteill prest, and mounted faire, all glittring bright to see,
Haue I assayd to stay, thy iourney purposde to restraine,
And fearing blamed haue thee parting oft, but all in vaine.
Herof my gaines the citie shewes with houses halfe downe rent,
And mighty feildes about with Latine snowhite bones besprent.
And Latium spoild of all the strength, and hugie slaughters made,
And riuers staind with blood of men that ruddy running fade.
And feares long time continuing, and labours hardly rid,
Which I myselfe, old man, haue oft with danger great abid.
But Turnus dead heere now thou liest where is thy noble pride
Of youthly yeeres, thy minde surpassing high? where doth abide
The honour of thy countenance, thy persons cumly grace
Where is it now become? From Daunus eies what teares down trace,
And sorrowes sharpe his hart assalt, shalt, Turnus, thou procure?
What streames of teares, what bitter greefe all Ardea to endure?
But yet with dastard shameful wound thee slaine he shall not finde.
Which will no slender comfort bring vnto his carefull minde,
That by Aeneas sword of Troy thy life thou hast vntwinde.
This said, the trickling teares on blubred cheekes he downe let fall.
And turning to the multitude, the corpes before them all
Unto his fathers wofull towne to beare he them did will,
Where sacred honours due vnto the dead they should fulfill.
Anon the body of the youth the Rutils thicke in throng
Aduauncing vp did lift, and in a coffin laid along.
Then ensignes braue they beare, & spoiles from Troians tane in fight.
And headpeices, & steedes, and swordes, and sheildes and armour bright.
Anon the charrets warme with Phrygian slaughter next ensue.
Then weeping next Metiscus leades his horse, with traueill true
That trained was, bedewd with teares, and wet with wofull mone,
Which horse before had oft Lord Turnus victour borne, alone
When slaughter great in furious moode he made vpon his foes.
Then others marching on with turned weapons plodding goes.
At last the rout of youthes do weeping follow, large with teares
Their breastes distilling wet, & whilst the night foorth wearie weares.
Thiswhile Latinus King into the court his steps had bent,
When much for funerall so great perplext in minde he went.
The matrones all in troupe, the children younge, and fathers graue,
Their teares downe trickling shead, the town with shrikes doth yelling raue.
And turning to the multitude, the corpes before them all
Unto his fathers wofull towne to beare he them did will,
Where sacred honours due vnto the dead they should fulfill.
Anon the body of the youth the Rutils thicke in throng
Aduauncing vp did lift, and in a coffin laid along.
Then ensignes braue they beare, & spoiles from Troians tane in fight.
And headpeices, & steedes, and swordes, and sheildes and armour bright.
Anon the charrets warme with Phrygian slaughter next ensue.
Then weeping next Metiscus leades his horse, with traueill true
That trained was, bedewd with teares, and wet with wofull mone,
Which horse before had oft Lord Turnus victour borne, alone
Then others marching on with turned weapons plodding goes.
At last the rout of youthes do weeping follow, large with teares
Their breastes distilling wet, & whilst the night foorth wearie weares.
Thiswhile Latinus King into the court his steps had bent,
When much for funerall so great perplext in minde he went.
The matrones all in troupe, the children younge, and fathers graue,
Their teares downe trickling shead, the town with shrikes doth yelling raue.
But Daunus nothing priuie of such woes yet to remaine,
Nor that his noble sun in final fight of combat slaine
His haughtie ghost had yeelded vp, and now with sad aray
Drew neere the towne, his hart with other sorowes did affray.
For at what time the Latine bandes in fight were put to wurst,
And noble Turnus breathing blood imbrued the feild accurst:
That time an hugie fire the towne had caught, and walles on hie,
And Ardea wofull Daunus cuntrey skorching made to frie,
Which all to ashes was consumde, the flame it was so great.
There was no meanes nor hope remaining left to saue the seat.
I wot nere if the Gods would haue it so, or Destnies wild
This token to foreshew that Turnus then in fight was kild.
Forthwith the people much appald in minde, and sore affright
Their breasts did beat, and mourning sore bewaild this heauy plight.
So did the matrones standing all a rew with like desires,
Where ech their vtmost did assay to shun the raging fires.
And like as when the armie blacke of Antes prest hot at wurke,
That vnderneath some tree, or hollow roote wherin to lurke
Their dwelling poore haue made, if so by hap therto at length
And axe be set, and so the trunke be layd along by strength,
On straglingwise anon they startle forth in troupes of striues,
And swift to flight themselues betake fast trudging for their liues.
And like the Snaile which creeping on an house with fire opprest.
When first she feeles the heate, with striuing long doth take no rest,
With head and taile she toyles, all meanes of scaping to assay,
The heat her skorching, wiles she none lets pas to get away.
Noneotherwise, the citizens with dangers like beset
Bestur themselues, when present feare their troubled mindes did let.
But Daunus old, with yeeres, good man, accloyd, aboue them all
To heauen his voice did lift, and to the Gods for helpe did call.
Then was there seene anon out of the thickest flame to rise
A foule with clapping winges, aloft which mounting cut the skies.
The signe and name reteining of the towne, which Ardea hight.
So that which late with walles and towres did stand ful steepe in sight,
Transfourmed now into a birde with winges doth flie about.
Amazed at this wonder all, and heastes of Gods no doubt
Not small astoinde, their burdned backes and mouthes they stil do hold.
But Daunus eft his cuntries losse in heauie hart doth fold
With raging flames consumed thus, and greifes in minde restraines.
On necke of this, a fame forerunning quicke with rumour raignes,
Which far and wide their mated mindes inuades with clamour newe,
That hard at hand approching comes a wofull corse in viewe
With armed troupes accompaned, which Turnus body dead
Are bringing home, whose life through fatall wound was lately fled.
Astoined all hereat, for with as cuntrey guise had taught,
Thick threefold thrōging fired brands black burning forth they braught
The feildes with flames do shine, and to the cummers side by side
Themselues they ioyne, whom when thus al in ray the matrones spide
Their hands for woe they wring, and to the cloudes they lift their crie.
But Daunus when he saw his sunnes dead corpse approching nie,
Still standing forth anon did cast with greife his ruthfull looke,
And faring frantiklike into the throng himselfe betooke,
And on the wofull corse him there he kest, and held it fast,
And thus when speech to him began returne, he spake at last.
Nor that his noble sun in final fight of combat slaine
His haughtie ghost had yeelded vp, and now with sad aray
Drew neere the towne, his hart with other sorowes did affray.
For at what time the Latine bandes in fight were put to wurst,
And noble Turnus breathing blood imbrued the feild accurst:
That time an hugie fire the towne had caught, and walles on hie,
And Ardea wofull Daunus cuntrey skorching made to frie,
Which all to ashes was consumde, the flame it was so great.
There was no meanes nor hope remaining left to saue the seat.
I wot nere if the Gods would haue it so, or Destnies wild
This token to foreshew that Turnus then in fight was kild.
Forthwith the people much appald in minde, and sore affright
Their breasts did beat, and mourning sore bewaild this heauy plight.
So did the matrones standing all a rew with like desires,
Where ech their vtmost did assay to shun the raging fires.
And like as when the armie blacke of Antes prest hot at wurke,
That vnderneath some tree, or hollow roote wherin to lurke
Their dwelling poore haue made, if so by hap therto at length
And axe be set, and so the trunke be layd along by strength,
On straglingwise anon they startle forth in troupes of striues,
And swift to flight themselues betake fast trudging for their liues.
And like the Snaile which creeping on an house with fire opprest.
When first she feeles the heate, with striuing long doth take no rest,
With head and taile she toyles, all meanes of scaping to assay,
The heat her skorching, wiles she none lets pas to get away.
Noneotherwise, the citizens with dangers like beset
Bestur themselues, when present feare their troubled mindes did let.
But Daunus old, with yeeres, good man, accloyd, aboue them all
To heauen his voice did lift, and to the Gods for helpe did call.
A foule with clapping winges, aloft which mounting cut the skies.
The signe and name reteining of the towne, which Ardea hight.
So that which late with walles and towres did stand ful steepe in sight,
Transfourmed now into a birde with winges doth flie about.
Amazed at this wonder all, and heastes of Gods no doubt
Not small astoinde, their burdned backes and mouthes they stil do hold.
But Daunus eft his cuntries losse in heauie hart doth fold
With raging flames consumed thus, and greifes in minde restraines.
On necke of this, a fame forerunning quicke with rumour raignes,
Which far and wide their mated mindes inuades with clamour newe,
That hard at hand approching comes a wofull corse in viewe
With armed troupes accompaned, which Turnus body dead
Are bringing home, whose life through fatall wound was lately fled.
Astoined all hereat, for with as cuntrey guise had taught,
Thick threefold thrōging fired brands black burning forth they braught
The feildes with flames do shine, and to the cummers side by side
Themselues they ioyne, whom when thus al in ray the matrones spide
Their hands for woe they wring, and to the cloudes they lift their crie.
But Daunus when he saw his sunnes dead corpse approching nie,
Still standing forth anon did cast with greife his ruthfull looke,
And faring frantiklike into the throng himselfe betooke,
And on the wofull corse him there he kest, and held it fast,
And thus when speech to him began returne, he spake at last.
O sun, thy fathers greife, and stay from weeried yeeres bereft,
Through dangers great mee drawne (poore wretch alas) where hast thou left?
Where did thy valure stout of minde mee lead, but all in vaine
In murdrous fight with cruell wound that thus at length art slaine?
Is this the honour of thy strength, and glorie of our crowne?
Is this our Empires maiestie, and state of great renowne?
Such triumphes, sun, doost thou returning bring? is this the rest
Which for thy father afflicted oft to win thou didst protest?
Of all our sharpe sustained toiles so long, is this the end?
Poore man, alas, how hastily fell fortune forth doth bend
Our curelesse sliding time, and with what stur do Destnies run?
For thou that late to honours high extold didst shine as sun,
And greatest in all Latium land wast held, whom Troian bandes
So oft in feild did fearfull feele, and flie thy furious handes:
Now Turnus here my childe thou liest, a wofull corse in sight.
Thy head depriued is of speech, than which for bewtie bright
Not all Ausonia had the like, nor yet for speech thy peere
Softflowing, nor in peace that could himself more stoutly beere.
Where is become thy glistring hue, and countnance cumly cleere,
And skin as white as snow, and dulcet eies prouoking cheere?
The honour of thine heauely sacred necke where is it fled?
With so yll lucke haue these thy firstling toiles of Mars bin led?
Was this thy longing sore at parting hence the warres to see,
That in this wofull vile aray thou shouldst returne to mee?
O hatefull death which doost alone the mindes puft vp in pride
With armes reuenging straine, and on our kind both far and wide
All ruling beare the sway with equall law, and sparest none,
But great and small doo weary hence away till all be gone.
The vassals with their princes stout, the valient with the wratch,
The old and younge thou makest all alike, and ioynt to match.
O death most wretched vile, what cause vnworthy so to rage,
Enforced thee my sun to slay with wound, in tender age?
Amata Queene thrice happy with thy death thou maist reioyce,
That causes to auoide so great of greife, didst take the choyce,
And burden hugie great of cares to beare, and chaunces sad.
O heauely Gods, what farther greifes like this, or halfe so bad
For mee poore wretched father do ye prepare? My sun ye haue,
And quite to ashes lieth consumde my towne that Ardea braue,
And now with wings she beates the aire: yet ouer this, as cheife
Then wanting, added is of this thy blooddy death the greife.
Of all thy fathers luckles haps this is the fortune last.
Of Destnies ill for this the custome is, this is their cast.
Looke what poore soule vnto some hard mishap predestned is,
On him all mischeifes feirce downe hudling fall, and do not misse.
He said, and from his eies the trickling teares ran downe amaine,
Deepe sighes from breast he drew, and hard at hart he prest the paine.
As when the birde of Ioue, aloft in skies with talantes kine
That skimming seekes her pray, when of some fawne with blooddy tine
Doth griping straine the tender corps, and off the flesh doth teare,
The seely dambe amazed standes opprest with woe and feare.
Through dangers great mee drawne (poore wretch alas) where hast thou left?
Where did thy valure stout of minde mee lead, but all in vaine
In murdrous fight with cruell wound that thus at length art slaine?
Is this the honour of thy strength, and glorie of our crowne?
Is this our Empires maiestie, and state of great renowne?
Such triumphes, sun, doost thou returning bring? is this the rest
Which for thy father afflicted oft to win thou didst protest?
Of all our sharpe sustained toiles so long, is this the end?
Poore man, alas, how hastily fell fortune forth doth bend
Our curelesse sliding time, and with what stur do Destnies run?
For thou that late to honours high extold didst shine as sun,
And greatest in all Latium land wast held, whom Troian bandes
So oft in feild did fearfull feele, and flie thy furious handes:
Thy head depriued is of speech, than which for bewtie bright
Not all Ausonia had the like, nor yet for speech thy peere
Softflowing, nor in peace that could himself more stoutly beere.
Where is become thy glistring hue, and countnance cumly cleere,
And skin as white as snow, and dulcet eies prouoking cheere?
The honour of thine heauely sacred necke where is it fled?
With so yll lucke haue these thy firstling toiles of Mars bin led?
Was this thy longing sore at parting hence the warres to see,
That in this wofull vile aray thou shouldst returne to mee?
O hatefull death which doost alone the mindes puft vp in pride
With armes reuenging straine, and on our kind both far and wide
All ruling beare the sway with equall law, and sparest none,
But great and small doo weary hence away till all be gone.
The vassals with their princes stout, the valient with the wratch,
The old and younge thou makest all alike, and ioynt to match.
O death most wretched vile, what cause vnworthy so to rage,
Enforced thee my sun to slay with wound, in tender age?
Amata Queene thrice happy with thy death thou maist reioyce,
That causes to auoide so great of greife, didst take the choyce,
And burden hugie great of cares to beare, and chaunces sad.
O heauely Gods, what farther greifes like this, or halfe so bad
For mee poore wretched father do ye prepare? My sun ye haue,
And quite to ashes lieth consumde my towne that Ardea braue,
And now with wings she beates the aire: yet ouer this, as cheife
Then wanting, added is of this thy blooddy death the greife.
Of all thy fathers luckles haps this is the fortune last.
Of Destnies ill for this the custome is, this is their cast.
Looke what poore soule vnto some hard mishap predestned is,
On him all mischeifes feirce downe hudling fall, and do not misse.
He said, and from his eies the trickling teares ran downe amaine,
Deepe sighes from breast he drew, and hard at hart he prest the paine.
As when the birde of Ioue, aloft in skies with talantes kine
That skimming seekes her pray, when of some fawne with blooddy tine
Doth griping straine the tender corps, and off the flesh doth teare,
The seely dambe amazed standes opprest with woe and feare.
The morning next with shining beames the world had ouerspred,
When his Italian power, good king Latinus, hard bested,
By fatall foyle and fainting all did see, and conquest wide
To lord Aeneas fortune willing so, went on his side.
Reuoluing eke the tumultes vile that blooddy warres ensue,
Right hugie heapes of carking cares in pensiue minde he drew.
When on his promist league he thought, and daughters wedding day:
A thousand worthy men of choyce from all the troupes away
He bids to call, the Troian prince of vertue most renowne
Attending safely to conduct vnto Laurentum towne.
To these full many Oratours in gownes, with equall charge
Instructing much hee ioyneth in this worke with charter large.
That since by signes and warninges great of Gods it must be so,
That Troian with Italian blood commixed needes do go,
They would consent with willing mindes for to perfourme the thinge,
And Troian youth with ioyfull harts into the towne to bring.
When his Italian power, good king Latinus, hard bested,
To lord Aeneas fortune willing so, went on his side.
Reuoluing eke the tumultes vile that blooddy warres ensue,
Right hugie heapes of carking cares in pensiue minde he drew.
When on his promist league he thought, and daughters wedding day:
A thousand worthy men of choyce from all the troupes away
He bids to call, the Troian prince of vertue most renowne
Attending safely to conduct vnto Laurentum towne.
To these full many Oratours in gownes, with equall charge
Instructing much hee ioyneth in this worke with charter large.
That since by signes and warninges great of Gods it must be so,
That Troian with Italian blood commixed needes do go,
They would consent with willing mindes for to perfourme the thinge,
And Troian youth with ioyfull harts into the towne to bring.
Therwhiles himself the towne in order sets, and rabble rout
Appeasing staies their mindes and rest doth promise void of doubt,
And sacred peace vnto them all for euer to endure.
Then triumphes rightly due with shoutings loud he bids procure,
And honours duely to be doone in Court for euery state.
And farther willes with cheerfull looke in hope of better fate
Forgetting sorowes all, his sun in law they go to meete,
And hartily from frendly breastes the Troian youth to greete,
And them with shoutings great to enterteine, and welcome make.
Instructed thus, vnto the Troian tentes their way they take,
Their heades encompast round with sacred crownes of Oliue spray.
And to Aeneas courtise lord they come, and peace they pray.
Whom hee into his stately court to entre doth desire,
And cause of their repaire, with countnance milde, he doth require.
Appeasing staies their mindes and rest doth promise void of doubt,
And sacred peace vnto them all for euer to endure.
Then triumphes rightly due with shoutings loud he bids procure,
And honours duely to be doone in Court for euery state.
And farther willes with cheerfull looke in hope of better fate
Forgetting sorowes all, his sun in law they go to meete,
And hartily from frendly breastes the Troian youth to greete,
And them with shoutings great to enterteine, and welcome make.
Instructed thus, vnto the Troian tentes their way they take,
Their heades encompast round with sacred crownes of Oliue spray.
And to Aeneas courtise lord they come, and peace they pray.
Whom hee into his stately court to entre doth desire,
And cause of their repaire, with countnance milde, he doth require.
Then Drances well ystept in yeeres his graue words thus began.
(Who for the death Turnus prince did ioy not smally than.)
Most worthy prince, the glory great and hope of auntient Troy,
Whose peere for verteous deedes and armes the world doth not enioy,
Poore conquerd men for pardon wee thee pray, and sue for grace.
And all celestiall Goddesses, and Gods, and this thy face
To witnes deepe we call, that king Latinus gainst his will
All Latium land in tumultes mad vpstirde, with practice ill,
And league broake of vnwilling did behold, nor honour due
To Troians did denie to yeeld misled with fancie new.
But since the Gods so would, that thou his daughter deere shouldst wed,
Thee sun in law he calde, and well did wish thy dulcet hed.
But whatsoeuer fierce outrage was doone with martiall broiles,
Howeuer Furies forst vs to vnrest, and painfull toiles,
All that did Turnus bedlem rage, and minde with Feindes opprest
Through cancred spite enforce, whose hatefull hart could take no rest.
The kingdomes of all Italy gainsaying, with yll moode
Assaying armes, he causde to entre feild, which thee withstoode.
But all the bandes did him againe request, that leauing war
He would thee let enioy thy promist wife, withouten iar.
This much did good Latinus king with dubled hands require,
Good aged man of valient hart, but hee with raging fire
Of war was kindled to to much, ne could our treates preuaile
To moue his mind, nor monsters great of gods ought make him quaile.
But rather more encenst, wilde fires from flaming iawes did spue,
And frantickly himself, and vs, to causelesse warres he drue.
Howbeit, for his foule attemptes due recompence he found.
For ouerthrowne by thee, he toare with teeth the loathsome ground.
Now let his sinfull soule go seeke darke Plutoes seates below,
And vnder Acheron for warres, and weddings there to know.
Thou better heire far succeede vnto Laurentum land.
On thee Latinus familie, and comfort all doth stand.
Thee all the Italians wish aboue the golden starres to reigne.
Thee great in war, and great thy force in heauenly armes to streine
They do extoll, and wish their voice aduance thy worthy fame.
The noble troupe of fathers old, and routes right graue of name,
The elder sort of feeble age, and lads of youthful yeeres,
The antient dames, and tender babes, & maides not matcht with feeres
With one consent most willing thee desire, and do reioyce
For Turnus slaine by thy right hand, with loud triumphing voice.
The whole land of Ausonia most suppliant to thee
Doth make request, whom worthy most of sacred praise to bee
They do confesse, and all their eies on thee alone are bent.
Latinus king this only due reward for numbers spent
Of yeeres, his daughter hath to knit to thee in wedlocke band,
Who ofspring great shal yeeld commixt of Troy and Itayle land.
Wherfore come of with speede of Troians stout most noble guide,
Approch the towne the honours to receiue which we prouide.
When he had sayd, with humming voice thesame they mutter all.
Whom lord Aeneas first with cheerefull countnance far from gall
Doth enterteining comfort thus in wordes not many spent,
And on this wise from freendly breast declareth his entent.
(Who for the death Turnus prince did ioy not smally than.)
Most worthy prince, the glory great and hope of auntient Troy,
Whose peere for verteous deedes and armes the world doth not enioy,
Poore conquerd men for pardon wee thee pray, and sue for grace.
And all celestiall Goddesses, and Gods, and this thy face
To witnes deepe we call, that king Latinus gainst his will
All Latium land in tumultes mad vpstirde, with practice ill,
And league broake of vnwilling did behold, nor honour due
To Troians did denie to yeeld misled with fancie new.
Thee sun in law he calde, and well did wish thy dulcet hed.
But whatsoeuer fierce outrage was doone with martiall broiles,
Howeuer Furies forst vs to vnrest, and painfull toiles,
All that did Turnus bedlem rage, and minde with Feindes opprest
Through cancred spite enforce, whose hatefull hart could take no rest.
The kingdomes of all Italy gainsaying, with yll moode
Assaying armes, he causde to entre feild, which thee withstoode.
But all the bandes did him againe request, that leauing war
He would thee let enioy thy promist wife, withouten iar.
This much did good Latinus king with dubled hands require,
Good aged man of valient hart, but hee with raging fire
Of war was kindled to to much, ne could our treates preuaile
To moue his mind, nor monsters great of gods ought make him quaile.
But rather more encenst, wilde fires from flaming iawes did spue,
And frantickly himself, and vs, to causelesse warres he drue.
Howbeit, for his foule attemptes due recompence he found.
For ouerthrowne by thee, he toare with teeth the loathsome ground.
Now let his sinfull soule go seeke darke Plutoes seates below,
And vnder Acheron for warres, and weddings there to know.
Thou better heire far succeede vnto Laurentum land.
On thee Latinus familie, and comfort all doth stand.
Thee all the Italians wish aboue the golden starres to reigne.
Thee great in war, and great thy force in heauenly armes to streine
They do extoll, and wish their voice aduance thy worthy fame.
The noble troupe of fathers old, and routes right graue of name,
The elder sort of feeble age, and lads of youthful yeeres,
The antient dames, and tender babes, & maides not matcht with feeres
With one consent most willing thee desire, and do reioyce
For Turnus slaine by thy right hand, with loud triumphing voice.
The whole land of Ausonia most suppliant to thee
Doth make request, whom worthy most of sacred praise to bee
They do confesse, and all their eies on thee alone are bent.
Latinus king this only due reward for numbers spent
Of yeeres, his daughter hath to knit to thee in wedlocke band,
Who ofspring great shal yeeld commixt of Troy and Itayle land.
Wherfore come of with speede of Troians stout most noble guide,
Approch the towne the honours to receiue which we prouide.
Whom lord Aeneas first with cheerefull countnance far from gall
Doth enterteining comfort thus in wordes not many spent,
And on this wise from freendly breast declareth his entent.
I neither you, nor good Latinus king, in peace of yore
Accustomed to dwell, do blame at all, but Turnus sore
Outragies all this stur, I do not doubt, and bloodie broile
Did broach, whose hart to much with youthly loue of praise did boile.
But howsoeuer, sirs, it then befell, I not refuse
With you to ioyne in wedlocke bandes, but sacred league to chuse
Of peace eternally to last, I willingly do knit.
My fatherlaw shall wearing still the crowne in quiet sit,
And stately scepter hold in hand: My Troians shall for mee
A citie build, which by his daughters name shall called bee.
And houshould mates I more will ad, and equal lawes ordeine
For aie to last, that loue in ech to other may reteine.
Therwhiles, that which remaineth yet to do, the bodies ded
Commit to fire, whom wofull chance of frantike war misled.
And when to morow bright in christall skie shall first appeere,
Unto Laurentum towne we wil repaire with ioyfull cheere,
He sayd, and with those wordes, their mouthes amazed all they staid,
With wondring at this worke of vertue great almost dismaid.
Anon, with all their force great mountes of wood they raise in piles.
Some vnderlay the bodies dead, some blow the flames therwhiles.
Up flieth the smoke, which al the heauen with smutchie steame doth fill
Then thousands sheepe from feilde, & swine full fat they bring to kill.
And heckfers large they cast into the fires, the flames do cleere
The feildes of corpses dead, the aire resounds with shouting cheere.
Accustomed to dwell, do blame at all, but Turnus sore
Outragies all this stur, I do not doubt, and bloodie broile
Did broach, whose hart to much with youthly loue of praise did boile.
But howsoeuer, sirs, it then befell, I not refuse
With you to ioyne in wedlocke bandes, but sacred league to chuse
Of peace eternally to last, I willingly do knit.
My fatherlaw shall wearing still the crowne in quiet sit,
And stately scepter hold in hand: My Troians shall for mee
A citie build, which by his daughters name shall called bee.
And houshould mates I more will ad, and equal lawes ordeine
For aie to last, that loue in ech to other may reteine.
Therwhiles, that which remaineth yet to do, the bodies ded
Commit to fire, whom wofull chance of frantike war misled.
And when to morow bright in christall skie shall first appeere,
Unto Laurentum towne we wil repaire with ioyfull cheere,
He sayd, and with those wordes, their mouthes amazed all they staid,
With wondring at this worke of vertue great almost dismaid.
Anon, with all their force great mountes of wood they raise in piles.
Some vnderlay the bodies dead, some blow the flames therwhiles.
Up flieth the smoke, which al the heauen with smutchie steame doth fill
Then thousands sheepe from feilde, & swine full fat they bring to kill.
And heckfers large they cast into the fires, the flames do cleere
The feildes of corpses dead, the aire resounds with shouting cheere.
Sir Phœbus now the morning next had brought with golden light,
When Troians and Italians commixt, in ioyfull sight
All mounted fayre on horseback forth to Laurent take their way,
Unto that citie braue well fenst with walles and turrets gay.
But Lord Aeneas first before the rest, then Drances old
Infourming him of matters many one which there he told.
Iülus next his only child, then ripe with elder yeares
Alethes, and Ilionee right graue, and next appeares
Sir Mnesthee, and Serestus sharpe, and then Sergestus good,
And Gyas stout, and strong Cloanthus knight of Troyan blood.
Then all the rout of Troians and Italians ensue.
Therwhiles aloft the walles full thicke the townesmen throng to vew,
And signes of great triumphing ioy and praise they reare on hie,
Expecting there the Troian traines approch with greedy eie.
And now they came at hand, whom king Latinus glad of cheere
Did well attended meete to enterteine them drawing neere.
But when in mids of all the troupes he cunning did espie
Aeneas prince of Troy (ne did his fancie ghesse a wrie,
For why he far exceld the rest in heigth, and portly grace,
And bare a Maiestie in looke, and honour in his face.)
And when so neere they came, that ech to other speake he might,
And heare ech others voyce, and ioyntly hands in freendship smight,
Latinus first thus silence breaking, mildly gan recight.
When Troians and Italians commixt, in ioyfull sight
All mounted fayre on horseback forth to Laurent take their way,
Unto that citie braue well fenst with walles and turrets gay.
But Lord Aeneas first before the rest, then Drances old
Infourming him of matters many one which there he told.
Iülus next his only child, then ripe with elder yeares
Alethes, and Ilionee right graue, and next appeares
Sir Mnesthee, and Serestus sharpe, and then Sergestus good,
And Gyas stout, and strong Cloanthus knight of Troyan blood.
Therwhiles aloft the walles full thicke the townesmen throng to vew,
And signes of great triumphing ioy and praise they reare on hie,
Expecting there the Troian traines approch with greedy eie.
And now they came at hand, whom king Latinus glad of cheere
Did well attended meete to enterteine them drawing neere.
But when in mids of all the troupes he cunning did espie
Aeneas prince of Troy (ne did his fancie ghesse a wrie,
For why he far exceld the rest in heigth, and portly grace,
And bare a Maiestie in looke, and honour in his face.)
And when so neere they came, that ech to other speake he might,
And heare ech others voyce, and ioyntly hands in freendship smight,
Latinus first thus silence breaking, mildly gan recight.
Thou comst at length, ne hath my fixed hope my greedy minde
Deceiued ought. O most renowmed duke of Dardan kinde.
Whom great beheasts of Gods through dangers dread so many threst,
Would haue in Italy, and in our houses here to rest.
Although the frantike furie foule of man, beyond all right
For breach of league hath wrought the wrath of Gods on vs to light.
Yea, many times vnwilling mee, when warres I did defie,
By craft he trained in, the dangers sharpe of Mars to trie.
This so was doone indeede, but deere it cost, for why, in ire
The Gods disdaining sent reuenging paines on vs for hire,
But now come on most noble Troian lord, since all the spring
Of strife is gone, and cause of fact so vile and sinfull thing,
Accept thy wife, and marriage erst promised of yore.
Some realmes I haue, and towne with walles full strong surrounded store.
A daughter eke of this my tired age the only stay.
And thee my suninlaw for natiue childe I take for aie.
To whom then good Aeneas thus replide: Most mighty king,
No cause in thee of all these blooddy broiles, such warres to bring
I do beleeue, accustoming in peace thy daies to spend.
Wherfore such cares at once, good father deere, here let them end.
I now am come at last, and thee with ioy whateuer chance
For father heere mine I take, and once againe for to aduance
Anchises image old in thee I shall begin, and heere
Most feruently in sunlike loue to hold, with dutie deere.
Deceiued ought. O most renowmed duke of Dardan kinde.
Whom great beheasts of Gods through dangers dread so many threst,
Would haue in Italy, and in our houses here to rest.
Although the frantike furie foule of man, beyond all right
For breach of league hath wrought the wrath of Gods on vs to light.
Yea, many times vnwilling mee, when warres I did defie,
By craft he trained in, the dangers sharpe of Mars to trie.
This so was doone indeede, but deere it cost, for why, in ire
The Gods disdaining sent reuenging paines on vs for hire,
But now come on most noble Troian lord, since all the spring
Of strife is gone, and cause of fact so vile and sinfull thing,
Accept thy wife, and marriage erst promised of yore.
Some realmes I haue, and towne with walles full strong surrounded store.
A daughter eke of this my tired age the only stay.
And thee my suninlaw for natiue childe I take for aie.
To whom then good Aeneas thus replide: Most mighty king,
No cause in thee of all these blooddy broiles, such warres to bring
I do beleeue, accustoming in peace thy daies to spend.
Wherfore such cares at once, good father deere, here let them end.
I now am come at last, and thee with ioy whateuer chance
For father heere mine I take, and once againe for to aduance
Anchises image old in thee I shall begin, and heere
Most feruently in sunlike loue to hold, with dutie deere.
Thus talked they betweene themselues, and into houses went
With princely state bedeckt, where fayne to see with studie bent
The Matrones graue, and younger wedded wiues in thickest throng,
And fathers old, and youthes more greene of yeres the wayes along
There gazing stoode, the Troyan troupes of comly lim to see:
But most of all Aeneas mightie prince, of high degree
In birth, and cumly farre aboue the rest in princely face,
With ioyfull mindes they call, and peace obtainde do glad imbrace,
And fruites of rest long wished for do prayse. Like as a rayne,
And storme right huge ye long frō cloudes resolu'de down pourd amayn
The husbandmen long time suspenst hath kept, the crooked plowe
Hath rusting lyne at rest, when strength of beasts was wont to bowe.
But when sir Titan cleare in court right fayre, his horses white
Hath loosing set at large, and skies with golden beames are bright,
Profusedly they ioy, ech countrey lad another cheares.
Th'Ausonians right so, in time so good when ioy appeares,
Their mindes asswaged all. And now therwhiles Latinus king,
To loftie courtes, and Trauerses of state did stalking, bring
Aeneas by his side, and next Iülus bright of hue.
Next whom Italians and Troians mixt in course ensue:
The court is filde with mirth of troupes that thick thē thither drue.
Therwhiles amidst the flockes of matrones graue and younger frie,
Lauinia the Uirgin well attended drue her nie.
Her christall eyes downe casting to the ground, whom there in place
When Lord Aeneas saw, so sad of looke, so fresh of face,
At first amazed gazing still he stoode, (most strange to heare,)
And Turnus wofull chaunce reuoluing deepe him touched neare.
That with so great an hope, forst forth to warres, such bloody broyles
Had mooued earst, and glad had vndertane such warlike toyles.
Then were the Princes both in wedlock band eternall knit,
And Hymen songes were sung, with prayses great for Princes fit.
Then shoutinges shrill, and muttrings loude of men mount vp to skies
Of such as wish them well, whose voice the court through ringing flies.
Therwhiles, Aeneas vnto trustie Achates gaue in charge,
The giftes which once Andromache him gaue, and presents large
With speede to fetch, the garments partie wrought with silke and gold.
And which herself was wont, while Troyan state in wealth did hold,
To weare about her neck the coller rich beset with stones.
And more then these, the mighty drinking boule which Priam ones
In signe of loue vnto his father gaue Anchises deare.
Achates made no stay, but soone these giftes with ioyfull cheare
Returning brought as he commaunded was: Latinus King
The costly boule receyueth for reward, an hugie thing.
But bright Lauinia his wife, the golden garments gay,
And iewell ritche receiuing tooke of gift without delay.
And eche doth other enterteyning greete with friendly minde,
And sundrie pleasaunt meanes to spend the time in talke they finde.
The Matrones graue, and younger wedded wiues in thickest throng,
And fathers old, and youthes more greene of yeres the wayes along
There gazing stoode, the Troyan troupes of comly lim to see:
But most of all Aeneas mightie prince, of high degree
In birth, and cumly farre aboue the rest in princely face,
With ioyfull mindes they call, and peace obtainde do glad imbrace,
And fruites of rest long wished for do prayse. Like as a rayne,
And storme right huge ye long frō cloudes resolu'de down pourd amayn
The husbandmen long time suspenst hath kept, the crooked plowe
Hath rusting lyne at rest, when strength of beasts was wont to bowe.
But when sir Titan cleare in court right fayre, his horses white
Hath loosing set at large, and skies with golden beames are bright,
Profusedly they ioy, ech countrey lad another cheares.
Th'Ausonians right so, in time so good when ioy appeares,
Their mindes asswaged all. And now therwhiles Latinus king,
To loftie courtes, and Trauerses of state did stalking, bring
Aeneas by his side, and next Iülus bright of hue.
Next whom Italians and Troians mixt in course ensue:
The court is filde with mirth of troupes that thick thē thither drue.
Therwhiles amidst the flockes of matrones graue and younger frie,
Lauinia the Uirgin well attended drue her nie.
Her christall eyes downe casting to the ground, whom there in place
When Lord Aeneas saw, so sad of looke, so fresh of face,
At first amazed gazing still he stoode, (most strange to heare,)
And Turnus wofull chaunce reuoluing deepe him touched neare.
That with so great an hope, forst forth to warres, such bloody broyles
Had mooued earst, and glad had vndertane such warlike toyles.
Then were the Princes both in wedlock band eternall knit,
And Hymen songes were sung, with prayses great for Princes fit.
Then shoutinges shrill, and muttrings loude of men mount vp to skies
Of such as wish them well, whose voice the court through ringing flies.
Therwhiles, Aeneas vnto trustie Achates gaue in charge,
The giftes which once Andromache him gaue, and presents large
With speede to fetch, the garments partie wrought with silke and gold.
And which herself was wont, while Troyan state in wealth did hold,
To weare about her neck the coller rich beset with stones.
And more then these, the mighty drinking boule which Priam ones
Achates made no stay, but soone these giftes with ioyfull cheare
Returning brought as he commaunded was: Latinus King
The costly boule receyueth for reward, an hugie thing.
But bright Lauinia his wife, the golden garments gay,
And iewell ritche receiuing tooke of gift without delay.
And eche doth other enterteyning greete with friendly minde,
And sundrie pleasaunt meanes to spend the time in talke they finde.
And now the time so late of day departing, asked meate.
When loe, the bourdes they lade with princely cates for men to eate.
And all the inner roomes with gorgeous furniture they fill.
Then all attending there, eche one to set him downe at will
On seates with purple spread they do request, on meates to feede,
And daynties to be set on bourd to serue hard hungers neede.
From christall Ewers water forth they poure mens hands to wash,
And set on bourdes good store of Manchet fine well clensde from trash.
The wayters then innumerable all, to seruing bent,
Themselues to sundrie chargies do deuide with one assent.
Some see the tables furnished with meate, some cuppes do tende,
And boules to fill wt wine: now here they wag, now there they wende
In troupes full thick, and through the pallace great they wander wide.
But king Latinus on the lad Iülus all that tide
Ententife belde his eyes, his face and gesture marking all,
His grauitie in wordes which from his childish mouth did fall.
His iudgement ripe so far aboue his yeares: and question much
With him he did, and talking too and fro much matter tuch.
At length him sweetely kossing, hont in armes embracing long,
Reioycing, happie thrice for such reward obtaind among
The Gods immortall, Lord Aeneas there he did declare;
Whose happe was such a sunne to haue, of wit and vertue rare.
When loe, the bourdes they lade with princely cates for men to eate.
And all the inner roomes with gorgeous furniture they fill.
Then all attending there, eche one to set him downe at will
On seates with purple spread they do request, on meates to feede,
And daynties to be set on bourd to serue hard hungers neede.
From christall Ewers water forth they poure mens hands to wash,
And set on bourdes good store of Manchet fine well clensde from trash.
The wayters then innumerable all, to seruing bent,
Themselues to sundrie chargies do deuide with one assent.
Some see the tables furnished with meate, some cuppes do tende,
And boules to fill wt wine: now here they wag, now there they wende
In troupes full thick, and through the pallace great they wander wide.
But king Latinus on the lad Iülus all that tide
Ententife belde his eyes, his face and gesture marking all,
His grauitie in wordes which from his childish mouth did fall.
His iudgement ripe so far aboue his yeares: and question much
With him he did, and talking too and fro much matter tuch.
At length him sweetely kossing, hont in armes embracing long,
Reioycing, happie thrice for such reward obtaind among
The Gods immortall, Lord Aeneas there he did declare;
Whose happe was such a sunne to haue, of wit and vertue rare.
When hunger slaked was with meates, the flow forthsliding night
With pleasant talke to passe they do begin them to delight.
Sometime of Troyan chaunces hard to treat, and Greekish bandes.
Sometime of Laurent battailes fiercely fought with bloody handes.
Where were the bandes first ouerthrowne, and where they did repell
Their enimies, and who the onset first with courage fell
Upon the battayle gaue, and mounted fayre on warlike steede
His glittring blade did drench with death of foes that fast did bleede.
But cheefely Lord Aeneas there, and good Latinus old
The antike deedes of noble Latine Lordings did vnfold:
And how Saturnus shunning fast the sword of Ioue his sun,
In Italie ariuing hid himselfe, whereof begun
The name of Latium vnto that land: and furthermore,
How all the people wild, that wont to dwell on hilles before
He brought to better life, and gaue them lawes to rule them good,
And taught them vse of wine, and how to till their land for foode.
And next, how Ioue to this his fathers realme him after drue.
Whereas on Atlas daughter, hight Electra, bright of hue,
He Dardanus begat, that pierst with wrath his brother slue
Iasius by name, and got him soone to Phrigie boundes
From Corytus, with nations wundrous store to till the groundes.
And how right haute of minde for being sunne to Ioue diuine,
An Eagle braue hee bare, the badge of noble Hectors lyne.
And was the first that did aduaunce their grandsires worthie fame.
And eke the founder first of Troyan blood so great of name.
With this, and semblant talke, the time between them long they spent.
When mumbling loud men make, whose cheareful charms to laughter bent.
The loftie roofes do reach, and all the pallace fill with din.
Up rise the Troyans then to daunce, and Latines thick in throng
Themselues adioyning come, and Troyan youths permixt among,
At sound of harpe they trimly tread their trickes with nimble feete,
And swiftly fetch their turnes with comly grace for dauncers meete.
With pleasant talke to passe they do begin them to delight.
Sometime of Troyan chaunces hard to treat, and Greekish bandes.
Sometime of Laurent battailes fiercely fought with bloody handes.
Where were the bandes first ouerthrowne, and where they did repell
Their enimies, and who the onset first with courage fell
Upon the battayle gaue, and mounted fayre on warlike steede
His glittring blade did drench with death of foes that fast did bleede.
The antike deedes of noble Latine Lordings did vnfold:
And how Saturnus shunning fast the sword of Ioue his sun,
In Italie ariuing hid himselfe, whereof begun
The name of Latium vnto that land: and furthermore,
How all the people wild, that wont to dwell on hilles before
He brought to better life, and gaue them lawes to rule them good,
And taught them vse of wine, and how to till their land for foode.
And next, how Ioue to this his fathers realme him after drue.
Whereas on Atlas daughter, hight Electra, bright of hue,
He Dardanus begat, that pierst with wrath his brother slue
Iasius by name, and got him soone to Phrigie boundes
From Corytus, with nations wundrous store to till the groundes.
And how right haute of minde for being sunne to Ioue diuine,
An Eagle braue hee bare, the badge of noble Hectors lyne.
And was the first that did aduaunce their grandsires worthie fame.
And eke the founder first of Troyan blood so great of name.
With this, and semblant talke, the time between them long they spent.
When mumbling loud men make, whose cheareful charms to laughter bent.
The loftie roofes do reach, and all the pallace fill with din.
Up rise the Troyans then to daunce, and Latines thick in throng
Themselues adioyning come, and Troyan youths permixt among,
At sound of harpe they trimly tread their trickes with nimble feete,
And swiftly fetch their turnes with comly grace for dauncers meete.
And now this wedding feast, vnto the ninth day forth had run,
When Lord Aeneas first a citie new with plough begun
To measure put, then houses vp they reare, and trenches wide
With bankes they cast on high. When loe, a thing right strange they spide,
A thing right strange to tell. A mightie flame brightshining light
Lauinias head to touch, and to the cloudes to reach in hight.
But Lord Aeneas still astoined stoode, and vp did cast
His folded handes to heauen, and praying thus he spake at last.
O Iupiter, if euer Troyan wights by sea or lande
Thy warninges great haue willingly obayde, ne did withstand.
If we thy Godhead euermore with dread, and altars to
Haue worshipped, and by what euer else remaynes to do
Or is behinde, with happy southsay bring vs quiet rest,
Confirme vs sure in this, and end these toyles which we detest.
While this he sayd, there stoode him closely by his mother deare,
Confessing who she was, and thus she spake with gentle cheare.
My sunne, leaue of this care of minde, and take for better blisse
These signes of God for future ioy to thee, and not to misse.
Now hast thou gotten rest, this is the end of mischiefes all,
And wished peace at length by tract of time to thee doth fall.
Ne do thou feare the flame that from thy dulcet spouses head
To skies doth rise aloft, pluck vp thine heart full farre from dread.
For she thy name with famous issue borne shall send to skies,
And Troyan captaynes moe bring forth to light that must arise.
And valyant Nephues vnto thee shall bring from issue great,
That all the world so wide with vertues prayses shall repleat,
And with their mightie power full force shall wholy it subdue,
And draw the spoyles thereof in Triumphe braue: whom glory true
Right great, when they the Ocean haue passed, shall conuay
To heauen on high: whom vertues fayne great actes for to assay,
And to atchieue, through vertue them as Gods shall lift to skies.
As for this flame, thy noble Nations prayse before thyne eyes
For future time it showes, by starry fire God gaue this signe.
Wherefore, in lue of all this worthie prayse, this citie thine
Which heare thou buildest, see that by thy wiues name thou it call.
And ouer this, thy sacred houshold Gods from Troyan fall,
From fire preserued, place within the walles of thy new towne,
And giue them honours large for aie to last with great renowne.
For these (a woundrous thing) this towne in loue shall hold so deare,
That if remooued thence to other places far they were,
Shall of their owne accord returne vnto their former place.
Thrice happy man, whom with so good successe the Gods do grace.
The Troyan Nation eke thou shalt deteyne in quiet peace.
And when at length thy sire in law all aged shall decease,
Forewearied with many yeares, and pleasaunt fieldes of rest
Among the shadowes shall possesse a place for quiet best,
Immediately thou his crowne and scepter large shalt guide,
And gouerne the Italians, and ordaine lawes beside.
For Troyans and Italians commixt, and glad at last
Thy selfe to heauen shalt send, the Gods decree thus standeth fast.
She sayd, and into aire departing thin she went her way.
Aeneas then, whom power so great of God did much affray,
Astoined sore his Goddesse mothers heaftes doth all fulfill.
And now his Troians setled well in peace he rules at will.
And king Latinus dying left his scepter, which anon
Aeneas him succeeding did possesse when he was gone.
And all Italia right large and wide did wholy sway.
Now Troians and Italians like customes to obay,
And manners did agree rightwillingly with one assent.
And feruent loue in freendly breast was fixt not to relent.
And equall lawes for both they ioynctly made with good entent.
When Lord Aeneas first a citie new with plough begun
To measure put, then houses vp they reare, and trenches wide
With bankes they cast on high. When loe, a thing right strange they spide,
A thing right strange to tell. A mightie flame brightshining light
Lauinias head to touch, and to the cloudes to reach in hight.
But Lord Aeneas still astoined stoode, and vp did cast
His folded handes to heauen, and praying thus he spake at last.
O Iupiter, if euer Troyan wights by sea or lande
Thy warninges great haue willingly obayde, ne did withstand.
If we thy Godhead euermore with dread, and altars to
Haue worshipped, and by what euer else remaynes to do
Or is behinde, with happy southsay bring vs quiet rest,
Confirme vs sure in this, and end these toyles which we detest.
Confessing who she was, and thus she spake with gentle cheare.
My sunne, leaue of this care of minde, and take for better blisse
These signes of God for future ioy to thee, and not to misse.
Now hast thou gotten rest, this is the end of mischiefes all,
And wished peace at length by tract of time to thee doth fall.
Ne do thou feare the flame that from thy dulcet spouses head
To skies doth rise aloft, pluck vp thine heart full farre from dread.
For she thy name with famous issue borne shall send to skies,
And Troyan captaynes moe bring forth to light that must arise.
And valyant Nephues vnto thee shall bring from issue great,
That all the world so wide with vertues prayses shall repleat,
And with their mightie power full force shall wholy it subdue,
And draw the spoyles thereof in Triumphe braue: whom glory true
Right great, when they the Ocean haue passed, shall conuay
To heauen on high: whom vertues fayne great actes for to assay,
And to atchieue, through vertue them as Gods shall lift to skies.
As for this flame, thy noble Nations prayse before thyne eyes
For future time it showes, by starry fire God gaue this signe.
Wherefore, in lue of all this worthie prayse, this citie thine
Which heare thou buildest, see that by thy wiues name thou it call.
And ouer this, thy sacred houshold Gods from Troyan fall,
From fire preserued, place within the walles of thy new towne,
And giue them honours large for aie to last with great renowne.
For these (a woundrous thing) this towne in loue shall hold so deare,
That if remooued thence to other places far they were,
Shall of their owne accord returne vnto their former place.
Thrice happy man, whom with so good successe the Gods do grace.
The Troyan Nation eke thou shalt deteyne in quiet peace.
And when at length thy sire in law all aged shall decease,
Forewearied with many yeares, and pleasaunt fieldes of rest
Among the shadowes shall possesse a place for quiet best,
Immediately thou his crowne and scepter large shalt guide,
And gouerne the Italians, and ordaine lawes beside.
For Troyans and Italians commixt, and glad at last
Thy selfe to heauen shalt send, the Gods decree thus standeth fast.
She sayd, and into aire departing thin she went her way.
Aeneas then, whom power so great of God did much affray,
And now his Troians setled well in peace he rules at will.
And king Latinus dying left his scepter, which anon
Aeneas him succeeding did possesse when he was gone.
And all Italia right large and wide did wholy sway.
Now Troians and Italians like customes to obay,
And manners did agree rightwillingly with one assent.
And feruent loue in freendly breast was fixt not to relent.
And equall lawes for both they ioynctly made with good entent.
Then Venus glad, in mids of heauen foorthstanding Ioue before,
Most humbly there his feete embracing, thus gan him implore.
Almighty sire, that althings doost alone from heauen direct,
That all affaires and cares of men reuoluing doost detect.
While Troians were with luckles fortune drawne, I call to minde
Thou promisedst them rest, and end of troubles all to finde.
Ne hath thy promise, father deere, at all deceiued mee.
For that now all Italia, not iarring once perdee,
For three yeeres space in sacred peace hath seene them to remaine.
But farthermore than this, thou grauntedst, Ioue, to mee againe
My great Aeneas to aduance vnto the loftie skie,
And him of due desert to place among the starres on hie.
What is thy minde herin as now? For why, euen ripe by this
Aeneas vertue longes to dwell aboue in lasting blis.
To whom the father of men and Gods, sweet kossing, from an hie
These words drewforth frō breast: How much, good daughter Venus, I
Aeneas stout, and Troians all incessantly did loue,
Whom perrils eft so great by land and sea forththrust did shoue,
Thou knowest wel, and mooued oft, my childe, with loue of thee,
I haue bin sorie, greeuing much in minde thy greefe to see.
Howbeit yet in tract of time, by Iunoes good consent,
I haue them ended all: and now giue care to mine entent,
Which is, that I the capteine great of Troians to inuest
In heauen haue now decreed, and sure he shall mee seeming best
Increase the number of the Gods, and glad I do agree.
Thou what in him is mortall take away, and make him free,
And ad him to the mighty starres that shine in loftie skies.
Yea, others that with vertue fraught herafter shall arise,
And eke themselues adorne with praise eterne not to decay,
Fulfilling eke the world with noble deedes of glory gay,
Those likewise will I to the skies aduance. All Gods said yee
To this, ne did dame Iuno Queene of Gods, once disagree.
But gaue aduice that to the heauens Aeneas might ascend,
With other kindly wordes, which did to loue and freindship tend.
Most humbly there his feete embracing, thus gan him implore.
Almighty sire, that althings doost alone from heauen direct,
That all affaires and cares of men reuoluing doost detect.
While Troians were with luckles fortune drawne, I call to minde
Thou promisedst them rest, and end of troubles all to finde.
Ne hath thy promise, father deere, at all deceiued mee.
For that now all Italia, not iarring once perdee,
For three yeeres space in sacred peace hath seene them to remaine.
But farthermore than this, thou grauntedst, Ioue, to mee againe
My great Aeneas to aduance vnto the loftie skie,
And him of due desert to place among the starres on hie.
What is thy minde herin as now? For why, euen ripe by this
Aeneas vertue longes to dwell aboue in lasting blis.
To whom the father of men and Gods, sweet kossing, from an hie
These words drewforth frō breast: How much, good daughter Venus, I
Aeneas stout, and Troians all incessantly did loue,
Whom perrils eft so great by land and sea forththrust did shoue,
Thou knowest wel, and mooued oft, my childe, with loue of thee,
I haue bin sorie, greeuing much in minde thy greefe to see.
Howbeit yet in tract of time, by Iunoes good consent,
I haue them ended all: and now giue care to mine entent,
Which is, that I the capteine great of Troians to inuest
In heauen haue now decreed, and sure he shall mee seeming best
Increase the number of the Gods, and glad I do agree.
Thou what in him is mortall take away, and make him free,
And ad him to the mighty starres that shine in loftie skies.
Yea, others that with vertue fraught herafter shall arise,
And eke themselues adorne with praise eterne not to decay,
Those likewise will I to the skies aduance. All Gods said yee
To this, ne did dame Iuno Queene of Gods, once disagree.
But gaue aduice that to the heauens Aeneas might ascend,
With other kindly wordes, which did to loue and freindship tend.
Then Venus through the flittring aire descending downe did slide,
And to Laurentum towne she goes, neere where to sea doth glide
Numicie riuer drenched deepe in reede, and ouerhid.
The body of her sun to wash, and mortall part she bid
The water then to clense, and glad the happie soule on hie
Late losed from the corpse she bare aloft to dwell in skie,
And did amid the starres Aeneas place, whom Iulies line
Their priuate God doth call, adorning him with rites deuine.
And to Laurentum towne she goes, neere where to sea doth glide
Numicie riuer drenched deepe in reede, and ouerhid.
The body of her sun to wash, and mortall part she bid
The water then to clense, and glad the happie soule on hie
Late losed from the corpse she bare aloft to dwell in skie,
And did amid the starres Aeneas place, whom Iulies line
Their priuate God doth call, adorning him with rites deuine.
DEO GRATIAS.
Per Thomam Twynum, 26. Octobris. 1583.
Lewesiæ apud Meridionales Saxones, opus furtiuarum horarum plurium.
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