Thee first foure bookes of Virgil his Aeneis translated intoo English heroical verse by Richard Stanyhurst, wyth oother poëtical diuises theretoo annexed
Virgil., Stanyhurst, Richard, 1547-1618.
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THEE FOVRTH BOOKE OF VIR∣GIL HIS AENEIS.
BVt the Queene in meane while with carks quādare deepe anguisht,
Her wound fed by Venus, with firebayt smoldred is hooked.
Thee wights doughtye manhood leagd with gentilytye nobil,
His woords fitlye placed, with his heunly phisnomye pleasing,
March throgh her hert mustring, al in her brest deepelye she printeth.
Theese carcking cratchets her sleeping natural hynder.
Thee next day foloing Phoebus dyd clarifye brightlye
Thee world with luster, watrye shaads Aurora remooued,
When to her deere sister, with woords, haulf gyddye she raueth.
Sister An, I merueyle, what dreams mee terrefye napping,
What newcoom trauayler, what guest in my harborye lighted?
How braue he dooth court yt? what strength and coorrage he carryes?
I beleue yt certeyn (ne yet hold I yt vaynelye reported)
That fro the great linnadge of Gods his pettegre shooteth.
Feare shews pitfle crauens: good God, what destenye wayward
Hath the man endured? what bickrings bitter he passed?
Had not I foresnaffled my mynde by votarye promise,
Not toe yoke in wedlock too no wight earthlye mye person,
When my first feloship by murther beastlye was eended,
Had not I such daliaunce, such pipling bed gle renounced,
Haplye this oane faulty trespas might bring me toe bending.
An (toe the my meaning and mynd I doe playnelye set open)
Sence the death of my husband, too wyt, the Sichoeus vnhappye,
Sence mye cruel broother defilde the domestical altars:
Onlye this od gallant hath bowd my phansye toe lyking,
And my looue hath gayned: thee skorcht step of old fyre I sauoure.
But first with vengaunce let the earth mee swallo toe bottom,
Or father omnipotent with lightnings dyng me toe lymbo,
And to Erebus shading darcknesse, too dungeon hellish,
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Eare that I shal thye statutes (ô shamefast chastitye) cancel.
Hee, that first me yoked for wiefe, dyd carrye my first looue,
Hardlye let hym shrowd yt, close claspt in graue let yt harboure.
When she thus had spoaken, with tears her brest she replennisht.
Then sayd An (ô sister, than light more deerely belooued)
Wyl ye stil in pining youre youthful ioylitye stiefle?
Wyl ye not haue children, nor sweete Venus happye rewarding's?
Weene ye that oure lyking a scalp of a charuel In heedeth?
Graunt, earst that noe woer could catche youre phansye to wedlock,
Nor Lybye land lordinges, ne by Tyre despised I arbas,
Nor manye stat's lofty, that rest in plentiful Affrick:
Wyl ye stil endeuoure with pleasd looue vaynelye to iustle?
Wyl ye be forgetting in what curst countrye ye soiourne?
Heere towns of Getuls doo stand, a nation hardye,
Heere ye sit embayed with Moors, with Syrtis vnhowsed.
Theare pepil of Barcey through soale wyld barrenes harboure.
What shal I tel further, what broyle Tyrus angrye doth hammer,
What threats your broother thunders.
I thinck, that the Godhead, with Junoes prosperus ayding,
Thee Troian vessels too this youre segnorye pelted.
Loa what a fayre citty shal mount, what stablished empyre
By this great wedlock: with might of the vnitye Troian.
How far shal be fleing thee glorie renowmed of Affrick.
Of Gods craue pardon, then, when youre seruice is eended,
Youre new guest frollick, his stay let forgerye linger,
Til winters lowring bee past, and rayne make Orion.
Til they rig al vessels, vntil tyme stormye be swaged.
With theese woords flaming her brest was kendled in hoat looue:
Shee graunts to her tottring mynd hoape, shame bashful auoyding.
First to the church gad they, rest and peace meekelye requesting,
In sacrifice killing, by woont accustomed, hogrels:
First to Ceres makelaw, too Phoebus, then to Lyoeus:
Chieflye to Queene Iuno, that wedlocks vnitye knitteth.
Thee bol in hand firmely Queene Dido, the bewtiful, holding,
Pourd yt a mydst both the horns peaking of lillye white heyfer.
Soomtyme to the altars, distant, of Gods she resorteth:
And makes fresh sacrifice, the catal, new slaughtered, heeding.
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Shee weens her fortune by guts, hoate smoakye, to conster.
ô the superstitions of beldam trumperye sooth says.
Now what auayle temples, or vows, whilst deepelye the flamd fire
Kendleth in her marrow, whilst wound in brest cel is aking.
Dido, the wretch, burneth, neere mad through cittye she stalketh:
Much lyke a doa wounded too death, not marcked of heerdman,
His dart sharp headed through forrest Cassian hurling,
On the doa iump lighteh by soom chaunce medlye: the weapon,
Thee bodye sore ranckling dooth stur thee deere to the frithward,
Or to falow straining, in corps thee deadlye staf hangeth.
Often about thee wals Aeneas slilye she trayneth:
Too welth Sidonian poincting, too cittye nere eended.
Her bye tale owt hauking amyd oft her parlye she chocketh.
Soomtyme she inuites theym too deynty bancquet in eeuening:
Now fresh agayne crauing of Troian toyle the recital,
From lyps of Chronicler with blincking listenes hanging.
When they be departed, when light of mooneshine is housed,
And stars downe gliding at due tyme of slumber ar ayming,
Restles aloane sobbing on left benche soalye she sytteth:
Her selfe not present she both hyers and sees the man absent.
Or the slip Ascanius (for sainct thee shrinecase adoring)
Shee cols for the father: with busse to lenifye loouefits.
Thee towrs new founded mount not, thee coompanye youthful
Surcease from warfeats, there toyls no swincker in hauen;
Nor mason in bulwarck: wurcks interrupted ar hanging.
And wals hudge menacing, thee sky top in altitud eeuening.
When the plage of pacient thee spouse of Iuppiter heeded,
And noe reporte wandring thee looue furye kendled abated,
Thus toe Ʋenus turning spake thee Saturnical empresse.
A praise of high reckning, eke a catche to be greatlye renowmed
You with youre pricket purchast, loa the victorye famouse:
With two Gods packing one woomman sellye to coosen.
Wel dyd I know, mistresse, that you my great harborye feared,
Mightelye mistrusting thee seats of Carthage, hye mounted.
When shal, Hoa, bee shouted? too what drift feede we this anger?
Why be we not forward theese mat's too marrye to geather
And a leage eternal conclude? thy long wish is hested.
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Dido with hertlyking dooth burne, her boans furye fretteth.
Let theese sundrye pepils theare for bee lincked in one loare.
Also let oure Dido vayle her hert too bedfeloe Troian:
And Tyrian kingdooms to the shal, for dowrye, be graunted.
Then to her (for wisely shee found thee treacherye feined
Too fetch too Tyrians the great empyre of Italye woorcking)
Thus Ʋenus her speeches dyd bend. What niddipol hare brayne
Would scorne this couenaunt? would with thee gladlye be iarring?
If so this happye trauayle shal so be with happines ayded.
But fates mee stamering doo make, yf Iuppiter holdeth
Best, that the Tyrians and Troian progenye couple,
That they be conioigned, that both they freendlye be leaged.
You to hym bee spoused: thee trouth with pillotoy ferret.
On before, and I folow. Too this ladye Iuno replyed.
That labor I warrant. Now by what craftinis are wee
Too wurck this stratagem: marck wel, for I brieflye wyl open.
Thee Prince Aeneas and eke Queene Dido the poore soule
For to hunt in forrest too morro be fullye resolued,
So soon as in east coaste with bright beams Titan apeereth.
Then wyl I round coompasse with clowd grim foggye these hunters.
When they shal in thickets thee coouert maynelye be drawing.
Al the skye shal rustle with thumping thunderus hurring.
Thee men I wyl scatter, they shal be in darcknes al hooueld.
Dido and thee Troian captayne shal iumble in one den.
If with his my trauayle thy mynd and phansye be meeting
Then wyl I thee wedlock with firme affinitye fasten:
This shal bee the bryde hymne. To the drift Venus, vttred, agreed,
Smoothlye with al simpring, too groape suche treacherus handling.
Thee whilst thee dawning Aurora fro the Ocean hastned,
And the May fresh yoonckers to the gates doo make there asemblye
With nets and catch toyls, and hunt spears plentiful yrond:
With the hounds quick senting, with pricking galloper horsman.
Long for thee Princesse thee Moors gentilitye wayted,
As yet in her pincking not pranckt with trinckerye trinckets:
As they stood attending thee whilst her trapt genet hautye
Deckt with ritche scarlet, with gould stood furniture hanging,
Praunseth on al startling, and on byt gingled he chaumpeth.
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At leingth foorth she fleeth with swarming coompanye circled,
In cloke Sidonical with rich dye brightlye besprinckled.
Her locks are broyded with gould, her quiuer is hanging
Backward: with gould tache thee vesture purple is holden.
Thee band of Troians lykewise, with wanton Iülus
Doo marche on forward: but of al thee Lucifer heunlye
In bewty Aeneas hymself to the coompanye rancketh.
Lyke when as hard frozen Lycia and Zanth floods be relinquisht
By Pheebe, to Delos, his natiue contrye seat, hastning.
Hee poinctes a dawnsing, foorth with thee rustical hoblobs
Of Cretes, of Dryopes, and payncted clowns Agathyrsi
Dooe fetch theyre gambalds hopping neere consecrat altars.
Hee trips on Zanthus mountayn, with delicat hearelocks
Trayling: with greene shrubs and pure gould neatly becrampound
His shafts on shoulder rattle: the lyke hautye resemblaunce
Carried Aeneas with glistring coomlines heunlye.
When they toe thee mountayns and too layrs vncoth aproched,
Then, loa, behold ye, breaking thee goats doo trip fro the rocktops
Neere toe the playne: the heard deare dooth stray frō mounten vnharb¦ourd.
Thee chase is ensued with passadge dustye bepowdred.
But the lad Ascanius, with praunsing courser hye mounted,
Dooth manage in valley, now theym, now theese ouerambling.
Hee scornes theese rascal tame games, but a sounder of hogsteers,
Or thee brownye lion too stalck fro the mounten he wisheth.
Thee whilst in the skye seat great bouncing rumbelo thundring
Ratleth: downe powring too sleete thick hayle knob is added.
Thee Tyrian feloship with yoouthful Troian asemblye
And Venus hautye nephew doo run too sundrye set houses.
Hudge fluds lowdlye freaming from mountayns loftye be trowlling,
Dido and thee Troian captayne doo iumble in one den.
Then the earth crau's the banes, theare too watrye Iuno, the chaplay∣ne,
Seams vp thee bedmatch, the fyre and ayre testifie wedlock.
And Nymphs in mountayns high typ doe squeak, bullelo, yearning.
That day cros and dismal was cause of mischief al after,
And bane of her killing; her fame for sleight she regarded.
No more dooth she laboure too mask her Phansye with hudwinck,
With thee name of wedlock her carnal leacherye cloaking,
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Straight through towns Lybical this fame with an infamye rangeth.
Fame the groyl vngentil, then whom none swifter is extant;
Limber in her whisking: her streingth in iournye she trebbleth;
First lyke a shrimp squatting for feare, then boldlye she roameth
On ground prowd letting: shee soars vp nimblye toe skyward;
The earth, her dame, chauffing with graund Gods celical anger,
Litterd this leueret, the syb, as men sundrye rehersed,
Too the giant Coeus, sister to swad Encelad holden.
Furth she quicklye galops, with wingflight swallolke hastning.
A foule fog pack paunch: what feathers plumye she beareth,
So manye squint eyebals shee keeps (a relation vncoth)
So manye tongues clapper, with her ears and lip labor eeuened.
In the dead of nighttyme to the skyes shee flickereth, howling
Through the earth shade skipping, her sight from slumber amoouing.
Whilst the sun is shyning the bagage close lodgeth in housroofs,
Or tops of turrets, with feare towns loftye she frighteth.
As readye forgde fittons, as true tales vaynelye toe twattle.
Thee pepil in iangling this raynebeaten harlotrye filled:
Meerelye furth chatting feats past, and feats not atempted.
That the duke Aeneas from Troians auncetrye sprouting,
In Lybye coast landed, with whom fayre Dido, the Princesse,
Her person barterd, and that they both be resolued,
Thee winter season too wast in leacherye wanton.
Retchles of her kingdoom, with rutting bitcherye sauted.
This that pratpye cadesse labored too trumpet in eeche place.
Furth she fleeth posting to the kingly rector Iarbas.
With the brute enflaming his mynd she doth huddle on anger.
Soon to the Prince Ammon, Garamans thee fayrye, bye rapesnacht,
His moother named; this king too Iuppiter heunly
Temples twise fifty dyd buyld, lyke number of altars,
With fire continual theese seats too consecrat vsing,
With the blud of sacrifice floating, with delicat herbflowrs.
Netled with theese brackye nouels as wild as a marche hare
In the myd of the Idols (men tel) neere furnished altars,
Theese woords, vplifting both his hands, he toe Iuppiter vttred.
Juppiter almighty, whom men Maurusian, eating
On the tabils vernisht, with cuprit's magnifye dulye:
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Eyest thow this filthood? shal wee, father heunlye, be carelesse
Of thy claps thundring? or when fiers glimrye be listed
In clowds grim gloomming with bounce doo terrifye worldlings?
A coy tyb, as vagabund in this my segnorye wandring,
That the plat of Carthage from mee by coosinage hooked,
T'whom gaue I fayre tilladge, and eeke lawes needful enacted,
Hath scornd my wedlock: Aeneas lord she reteyneth.
Now this smocktoy Paris with berdlesse coompanye wayted,
With Greekish coronet, with falling woommanish hearelocks
Lyke fiest hound mylcksop trimd vp, thee victorye catcheth.
And wee beat the bushes, thee stil with woorship adoring.
Onlye for oure seruice soom praysed vanitye gleaming.
Thee prayer of playntiefe, grappling thee consecrat altars,
Iuppiter hard; foorth with to, the courte hee whirled his eyesight,
And viewd theese bedmat's no sound reputation heeding.
With woords imperial thus he speaks and Mercurye chargeth.
Flee my sun, and busk on, let sweete winds swiftlye be soommond,
And toe the duke Troian, that vaynelye in Carthage abydeth,
Thee towns neglecting, that to hym set destenye lotteth,
Theese woords deliuer, from mee to hym carrye this errand.
His paragon moother to vs framd a promise of hudgger
Accoumpt and reckning, then he now perfourmeth, vpon that
Hoape future expected, from Troy flam's twise she reliu'd hym.
Too me she dyd promise, that he should bee the emperor hautye,
That would, with bickring, fierce martial Italye vanquish:
Thee Troian famely with wide spread glorye reuiuing:
And globe of alregions with laws right equitye bridle.
Too feats so valiant yf that no glorye doth hast hym,
Or to hym thee catching of fame so woorthye be toyle soom:
Shal, by syre, Ascanius from Roman cittye be loytred?
What doth he forge: wherefore wil he rest in countrye so freendlesse?
Why the Lauin regions, and stock he so slilye reputeth?
Thee sea let hym trauerse: this is al: to hym signifye this muche.
Ioue sayd: eke hee the fathers commaund to accomplisse apoincteth.
First of al his woorcking too his feete shooes goulden he knitteth,
By which he with wind blast ruffling oft flittereth vpward,
Wheather he land regions or rough seas surgye doth harrow.
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His rod next he handleth: by which from the helly Bocardo
Touzt tost souls he freeth: diuerse to the prison he plungeth.
Hee causeth sleeping and bars: bye death eyelyd vphasping.
With the rod eke he sheareth thee winds, and scattereth high clowds.
As thus he dyd flicker, thee top wyth sideryb of Atlas
Hee sees, that proppeth, with crowne, the supernal Olympus,
Atlas, whose pallet with pynetrees plentiful hooueld,
In grim clowds darckned, with showrs and windpuf is haunted.
Thee snoa whit his shoulders dooth cloath, fluds mightye be rowling
From the chyn oldlye riueld, his beard with frost hoare is hardned.
First on this mounteyn thee winged Mercurie lighted:
From thence too the waters his course hee bended al headlong.
Muche lyke a byrd nestled neere shoars or desolat hilrocks:
Not to the sky maynely, but neere sea meanelye she flickreth.
So with a meane passadge twixt sky and sea Mercurye slideth
To Lyby coast sandy; thee sharp wynds speedelye shauing,
Mercurye thee Cyllen, bye the mount Cyllene begotten.
On Lyby land tenements with winged feete when he lighted,
Hee spyed Aeneas new castels thriftelye founding,
And howsrowms altring: hee woare then a gorgeus hanger
With iaspar yellow: hee shynde with mantel ypurpled,
From shoulders trayling: this braue roabe Dido, the ritch Queene,
Soalye with her handwurck dyd weaue: with gould wyre yt heaping.
Mercurye thus greets hym: Now sir; you wholye be careful
Too found new Carthage, with youre braue bedfelo sotted
You buyld a cittye, youre owne state slilye regarding.
Now to the God sentmee from shining brightned Olympus,
The God of al the godheads, managing heune and places earthlye,
Hee gaue commaundement, too thee too carrye this erraund.
What doe ye forge? wherefore thus vaynely in land Lybye mitche you?
Too feats ful valiant yf that no glorye doth egge the,
Or toe the thee catching of fame soo woorthye be toyl soom,
Cast care on Ascanius rising, of the heyrs of Iülus.
Tw'hom the stat Italian with Roman cittye belongeth.
When this round message thee Cyllen Mercurye whisperd,
In myd of his parling from gazing mortal he shrincketh:
From lookers eyesight too thinnes he vannished ayrye.
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But the duke Aeneas with sight so geason agasted,
His bush starck staring with feare, cleene speecheles abyded.
Hee to fle soare longeth, this sweet soyl streight to relinquish,
By Gods imperial monishing auctoritye warned.
Heere but alas he myred what course may be warelye taken;
How shal he too Princesse, with looues hoat phrensye reteyned,
Breake this cold messadge? what woords shal shape the beginning.
From thee poast toe piler with thoght his rackt wyt he tosseth.
Now to this od stratagem, now too that counseyl alying.
After long mooting, this course for better he deemed.
Mnestheus hee called, Sergest and manlye Cloanthus,
For to rig in secret theyre ships, and coompanye summon,
With weaponsready: Thee cause also of changabil hastning
Deepelye toe dissemble: when eke opportunitye serued,
Whilst no breche of freendship thee good ladye `Dido remembers,
And due place of speaking sweetly with season is offred,
They would theire passadge close steale. Thee knightes agreed,
With wil moste forward, to haste on too iournye resolued.
How beyt thee Princesse (what wyle can iuggle a loouer?)
Found owt this cogging: in thoght what first she reuolued
That toe doe they mynded: things standing saulflye she feareth.
Fame, the blab vnciuil, fosters her phansye reciting,
That the fleete is strongly furnisht, theire passage apoincted.
Deuoyd of al counsayle scolding through cittye she ploddeth.
Mutch lyke Dame Thyas with great sollemnitye sturred
Of Bacchus third yeers feasting, when quaftyde aproacheth,
And showts in nighttyme doo ringe in loftye Cithoeron.
At last she Aeneas thus, not prouoked, asaulteth.
And thoghst thow, faythlesse coystrel, so smoothlye to shaddow
Thy packing practise? from my soyle priuelye slincking?
Shal not my lyking, ne yet earst fayth plighted in handclaspe,
Nor Didoes burial from this crosse iourney withold the?
Further; in a winters soure storme must nauye be launched?
Mind'st thow with northen bluster thee mayne sea to trauerse
Thow cruel hert haggard? what? yf hence too countrye the passage
Thow took'st not stranged: suppose Troy cittye remayned:
Through the sea fierce swelling would'st thow to Troy cittye be packīg?
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Shunst thow my presence? By theese tear's, and bye thye righthand
(Sence that I, poore caytiefe, noght els to mye self doe relinquish)
By the knot of wedlock, by looues sollemnitye sealed,
If that I deserued too fore soom kindnes, or ennye
Part of my person to the whillon pleasur a furded
To my state empayring let yeet soom mercye be tenderd.
I doe craue (yf toe prayers as yeet soom nouke be reserued)
Beat downe thy purpose, thy mynd from iournye reclayming.
For thy sake in Lybical regions and in Nemod hateful
I liue: my Tyrian subiectes pursue me with anger.
For thy sake I stayned whillon my chastitye spotlesse:
And honor old battered, to the sky with glorye me lifting.
And now, guest, wheather doe ye skud from deaths fit of hostace?
That terme must I borowe, syth I dare not cal the myne husband.
Why do I breath longer? shal I liue til cittye mye broother
Pigmalion ransack? or too tyme I be prisoner holden
By thee Getul Järb? yf yeet soom progenye from me
Had crawld, by the fatherd, yf a cockney-dandiprat hopthumb,
Prittye lad Aeneas, in my court, wantoned, ere thow
Took'st this filthye fleing, that thee with phisnomye lyckned,
Ine then had reckned my self for desolat owtcaste.
Shee sayd: he persisting too doo what Iuppiter heasted,
Sturd not an eye, graueling in his hert his sorroful anguish.
At length thus briefly dyd he parle: I may not, I wil not
Deny thy beneficts ful as amply, as can be recounted,
Vnto me deliu'red: so long shal I Dido remember,
Whilst I my self mynd shal: whilst lyms with spirit 〈◊〉 orderd.
Brieflye for a weighty matter few woords I wil v••er.
Neauer I foremynded (let not mee falslye be threpped)
For toe slip in secret by flight: ne yet eauer I thralled
My self too wedlock: I toe no such chapmenhed harckned.
If toe mye mynd priuat my fatal fortun agreed,
If so that al sorrows iump with my phansye were eended,
Then should bee chiefly bye me Troian cittye redressed,
And kinreds rellieques woorshipt: then should be renewed
Thee courte of Priamus: yea thogh that victorye razed
Theese monuments, yet agayne by mee they should be repayred.
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But now to Italian kingdooms vs sendeth Apollo,
And vs to Italian regions set destenye warneth.
Theare rests oure lyking: there eke oure wisht countrye remayneth.
If ye be delighted, too see new Carthage vp hoouering,
And a Moore in Morish citty youre phansye ye settle:
Why so may not Troians theire course to good Italye coompasse?
What reason embars theym, soom forreyn countrye to ferret?
Of father Anchises thee goast and grislye resemblaunce,
When the day dooth vannish, when lights eke starrye be twinckling,
In sleepe mee monisheth, with visadge buggish he feareth.
And my sun Ascanius mee pricks, by me rightlye belooued:
Whom from the Italian regions toe toe long I doe linger.
Latelye toe mee posted from Ioue thee truch sprit, or herrald
Of Gods (thee deityes this sooth too wytnes I summon)
Hee dyd, in expressed commaund, to me message his erraund.
I saw most liuely, when that neere towne wal he lighted;
In this eare hee towted thee speeche. Cease therefor, I pray you,
Mee to teare, and also youre self, with drirye rehersals.
Italye not willing I seeke.
Whilst he thus in pleading dyd dwel, shee surlye beheeld hym:
Heere she dothe her visadge, thear skew, eeche member in inchmeale
In long mummye silence limming: then shrewdlye she scoldeth.
No Godes is thye parent, nor th'wart of Dardanus ofspring,
Thow periurde fay toure: but amydst rocks, Caucasus haggish
Bred the, with a tigers soure milck vnseasoned, vdderd.
What shal I dissemble? what poincts more weightye reserue I?
At my tears showring dyd he sigh? dyd he winck with his eyelyd?
Ons dyd he weepe vanquisht? dyd he yeeld ons mercye toe loouemate?
What shal I first vtter? wyl I not graund Iuno with hastning,
Nor thee father Saturne with his eyes bent rightlye behold this?
Fayth quite is exiled: fro the shoare late a runnagat hedgebrat,
A tarbreeche quystroune dyd I take, with phrensye betrasshed
I placed in kingdoom, both ships and coompanye gracing.
Woa to me thus stamping, sutch braynsick foolerye belching.
Marck the speake, I pray you, wel coucht: Now sothtel Apollo,
Now Lycian fortuns, from very Iuppiter heunlye
A menacing message, by the Gods ambassador, vttred.
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Foorsooth; this thye viadge with care Saincts celical heapeth,
Theire brayns vnquieted with this baldare be buzing.
I stay not thye body, ne on baw vaw tromperye descant.
Pack toe soyl Italian: crosse thee seas: fish for a kingdoom.
Ʋerely, in hoape rest I (yf Gods may take duelye reuengment)
With gagd rocks coompast, then vaynely, Dido, reciting,
Thow shalt bee punnisht. Ile with fyre swartish hop after.
When death hath vntwined my soule from carcas his holding,
I wyl, as hobgoblin, foloa thee: thow shalt be soare handled:
I shal hyre, I doubt not, thy pangs in lymbo related.
Her talck in the mydel, with this last parlye, she throtled.
And from his sight parted, with tortours queazye disorderd.
Hym shee left daunted with feare, woords duitiful harming.
For to reply. The lady sowning mayds carrye to smooth bed
Of marble glittring, on beers her softlye reposing.
But the good Aeneas (al thogh that he cooueted hertlye,
For to swage her malady, with woords to qualifye sorrows)
In groans deepe scalding, his kindmynd sindged in hoat looue,
Yeet the wyl of the Godheads foloing, too nauye returneth.
Thee Troian mariners now drudge: theire fleet they doe lavnch foorth:
And vessels, calcked with roasen smearye, be floating.
Vp they trus oars boughed with plancks vnfinnished, hastning
From thence theire passadge.
Now to the strond may ye see from towne thee multitude hopping.
Much lyk when pismers theire corne in granar ar hurding,
Careful of a winter nipping, in barns they bepiling.
Thee blackgarde marching dooth wurck, in path way, ther haruest.
Parte of theese laborers on shoulders carrye the burdens
Of shocks: soom grangers with goade iads restye be pricking,
And spur on ants luskish. with swinck eeche corner aboundeth.
But toe the, poore Dido, this sight so skearye beholding,
What feeling creepeth? what sobbing sorroful here sigh
In thy corps hized, when from towre, loftelye mounted,
Thow saw'st thee bancksydes coouerd, and right to thyne eyesight
Thow saw'st seas ringing with cheering clamorus hayssayle?
Scuruye looue, in pacients what moods thow mightelye forcest.
Now she is constrayned, too formoure tears toe be turning.
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With suit freshlye praying, too looue shee tendereth hommage.
No meane vnattempted, ne vnsoght, ear that she dye, leauing.
Sister An, in cluster you see thee coompanye swarming
On the shoare in flockmeale: for wind theire sayles ar hoysted.
On sterne thee mariners haue setled meerelye garlands.
If that I foremynded this greefe so mischeuus hapned,
Then should I, sister, moderat this sorroful hazard.
Yeet good An, I pray thee, doe me wretch this pleasure in one thing.
For the chiefe of woomen this breake now naughtye regarded,
Chieflye to the hee wounted to recount his priuitye secret.
His daps and sweetening good moods to the soalye were opned.
Post to hym (good sister) toe mye proud foa tel ye this erraund.
I dyd not ransack, with Greeks conspiracye, Troytowne.
Nor yet agaynst Troians send I enuy vessel apoincted.
Nor father Anchises boans crusht I, ne scattred his ashes.
What reason hym leadeth to my suite too boombas his hyring?
Wheather is hee flitting? To his leefe pheere graunt he this one boone,
Too stay for a better passadge, for a prosperus hufgale.
I clayme no old wedlock, that he fowly and falslye betrayed.
Nor that he thee regiment doo loose of his Italye kingdooms.
I craue a vayne respit, but a spirt toe mye phrensye relenting,
Til my fate hath schoold mee too mourne my destenye drowping,
Theese I craue in pardon for last (yeeld mercye to sister)
Which when you tender, toe mye death that shal be requighted.
In this wise she prayed: such tears her sister vnhappye
Dooth to and fro carry: but he with no tearedrop is altred:
Nor to vayne entreatings with listning tractable harckneth.
Thee fat's are pugnant, God, his ears quight stifned in hardnesse.
Much lyke as in forrest a long set dottrel, or oaktree,
With northen blusters too parts contrayrye retossed:
Thee winds scold strugling, the threshing thick crush crash is owtborne,
Thee boughs frap whuarring, when stem with blastbob is hacked:
Yeet the tre stands sturdy: for as yt toe the skytyp is haunced,
So far is yt crampornd with roote deepe dibled at helgat's:
So this courragious gallant with clustered erraunds
Is cloyed and stinging sharp car's in brest doe lye thrilling.
His mynd vnuariant doth stand, tears vaynelye doe gutter.
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Dido the poore Princesse gauld with such destenye cutting,
Crau's mortal passadge: too looke toe the sky she repyneth.
And toe put her purpose forward, this light toe relinquish,
When she the gift sacrifice with the incense burned on altars
(Grislye to bee spoaken) thee moysture swartlye was altred:
And the wyne, in powring, lyke blood black sootish apeered.
This too no creature, no, not to her sister is opned.
Further eke in the palaice a chapel fayre marbil abydeth,
Ʋowd to her first husband, which cel shee woorshiped highlye.
With whit lillye fleses, with garland greenish adorned:
Heere to her ful seeming she dyd hyre thee clamor of elfish
Goast of her old husband, her furth to his coompanye wafting,
When the earth with thee shaads of night was darcklye bemuffled.
Also on thee turrets the skrich howle, lyke fetchliefe y setled,
Her burial roundel dooth ruck, and cruncketh in howling.
Sundrye such od prophecyes, many such prognosticat omens,
In foretyme coyned, theire threatnings terrible vtterd.
Yea cruel Aeneas in dreame to her seemeth apeering,
Her furious chasing: her self left also, she deemed,
Post aloan, and soaly from woonted coompanye singled,
Too trauayl a iourney toe toe long, and that she returneth,
Too seek her owne Tyrians, through cragged passages vncooth.
Much lyke when Pentheus thee troups fel of hellish asemblye,
And two soons shyning, and two Thebs vaynely beholdeth.
Or lyke as, in skaffold theaters, is touzed Orestes
From his dame gastlye fleeing, with flam's and poysoned adders:
Or black scaalde serpents, and when that in entrye he setled
Sour feends grimlye gnashing, ramping with grislye reuengment.
When she thus in raging dyd swel: when plunged in anguish,
For to dye shee mynded, the mean and thee season apoincted,
Theese forged speeches to her sister sorroful vttring,
Shee shrowds her purpose, false hoape with phisnomye seigning.
Sister, an od by knack haue I found (now rest ye triumphaunt)
Either this gadling shal swiftlye to mee be returned,
Or fro this hoat looue •its I shal bee shortlye retrayted.
Where the sun is woonted too set, neere the Ocean cending,
Thee last poinct farthest of dwellers Aethiop: Atlas
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Mighty in this region bolsters thee starred Olympus.
From thence came a mayd priest, in soyle Massyla begotten,
Seixten of Hesperides Sinagog, this sorceres vsed,
For too cram the dragon: she, on trees, slips consecrat heeded.
Hoonnye liquid sprinckling and breede sleepe wild popye strawing.
For to fre mynds, snared with looue, this Margerye voucheth,
Whom she wil, and oothers with loouetraps stronglye to fetter.
Also to stay the riuers, and back globs starrye returning.
In night too cooniure spirits: theare shal ye se (sister)
Thee ground right vnder too groane, trees bigge to fal headlong.
Thee Gods too witnesse, so thee, deare sister, I lykewise
Cal, bye thye sweet pallet, me this hard extremitye forceth
For to put in practisemagical feats, sorcerye charming.
Wherefor in al secret let logs of tymber, in inner
Court, with speede, be reked, thee sky with loftines bitting.
Also se, that thither you bring thee martial armoure,
That the peasaunt left heere, with al his misfortuned ensigns.
Theare bed must he placed, thee wedlock bed, where I, poore wretch,
Al my bane haue purchaste: theese rit's thee Cooniures asketh,
Too burne al monuments of this cursd villenus hoap loast.
This sayd streight a silence shee keep's: her phisnomye paleth.
And yet An had nothing deemed that Dido, the sister,
Preparde theese burials to her self, she no such furye casteth.
Or that woorse mischief might bee to her sister aproching,
Then when shee mourned the death of spouse soarye, Sichoeus.
Theare for her encheason shee purueys.
But the Queene, as tymber was broght, and piled in order,
And holme logs cleaued with cressets mounted ar added:
With twisted garland and leau's, spred greenlye, she garnisht
Thee place of her burial: there his armours al she reposed.
On the bed his picture shee set, ful plarnely bethincking,
What would bee the sequel. There about stand consecrat altars:
With which eke embayed, the she priest, vntressed in heare locks,
Hundreds of the Godheds thrise tolde al giddylye calleth:
Shee crieth on the Erebus darcknesse and on Chaos hoch poch.
And the tripildam Hecatee, with three faced angrye Diana.
Shee pours eeke the liquours vntruely of founten Auernus.
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Also by thee moone shyne yoong buds scant spirted a boone ground,
Are soght too be loped with a brassye sieth also the poyson
Cole black commixed with mylck: enquyrye was eke made,
For to snip, in the foaling, from front of fillye the knapknob
That the mare al greedy dooth snap.
Her self with presents standing neere the halloed altars,
Naked in her oane foote, with frock vnlaced aparrayld;
Calleth at her parting on Gods: and destenye wytting
Thee stars: too the Godhead, with meeke submission, hartlye
Shee prayeth: yf deitee with no loare rightlye regadeth
Thee slip of al faythlesse break leages, that unequalye looued.
Neere toe dead of midnight yt drew, when member of eeche thing
Quick, and fore labored was, with sweet slumber, atached.
Thee woods are noyselesse, thee seas late stormye be calmed.
Thee stars from the sky top with glyding slippry be shooting:
Thee fields and the catal bee mum: most queintlye bedecked
Fayre sowls, close lurcking in lak's, or shrowded in hard bed
Of thorny thickets, through rural country be napping,
In the silent nightyme, from thoght theire daytoyl amoouing.
But the poore vnresting Dido could catch no such happye
Season, too be quiet, shee sleeples is onlye remayning.
Now routs of carcking troubles, with sighs, be resorting:
Soomtyme fits tickling of her old looue in hertroote ar itching.
Then fresh on a suddeyn shee frets, and warpeth in anger.
And bayted in tugging skirmish then thus the bethoght her,
What shal I doo therefore? shal I now, lyk a cast away milckmadge,
On mye woers formoure bee fawning: Too Nemod emprour
Now shal I meeke be suing, oft by mee coylye refused?
Therefor I must swiftly too Troian nauye be trudging,
Theare me toe bynd prentise, theyr wil, lyk a gally slaue, heeding.
And reason I trauayled too theym, that, by me so shielded,
My formoure beneficts defrayde so kindelye requited.
Wel, wel: graunt I trauayld, who would mee suffer? or of theym
What man, in his vessel, prowd borne, would carrye me scorned?
And alas ô selly woomman: yeet must ye be lessond
Thee freaks, thee fickle promise, thee periurye Troian?
What then? with my fleeing shal I track theire nauye triumphing?
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Or shal I pursu theym with strong and furnished armye?
And my pepil subiect, that I broght from Sidon in hazard
Of liefe, too the sea ward with danger shal they be pressed?
Nay, nay, thye self slaughter: thy bad lief vnhappye death asketh.
Thow, thow, decre sister, with my tears woommanish anguisht,
With my phrensie moued, to my foa dydst cast me ful open.
Might not I my lief tyme, lust fleshly and sinful auoyding.
Spend lyk an vnreasoned wild beaste, and such care abandont
I kept no promise to the boans of godlye Stchoeus.
Such playnts and quarrels in burnt brest stronglye she crusshed.
Now the good Aeneas embarckt in vessel of hudgnesse,
Certen of his passadge, dyd sleepe; things duelye wel orderd.
Then toe the same captayne valiant, in slumber, apeered
Thee selfe same visadge, that face, that phisnomye bearing
In color, in speaking, thee self same Mercurye likning,
Forseene in his goulden fine locks, and youthlye resemblaunce
Thus thee wight sleeping with a newcoom message he greeteth.
Thow sun of heunlye Godesse, dar'st thow to slumber in hazards?
See ye, ò madman, what dangers sundrye betyde you?
Heyre ye not, in listning, thee westerne fortunat huffling?
Shee coyn's cursd dangers, and mischiefs forgeth on anuyl.
Too dye she stands resolut: shee stormeth sweltred in anger.
Wil ye not haste swiftly, whilst leasur is offred of hastning?
Perdye ye shal shortly perceaue, thee seas toe be coouerd,
With boats, and flaming fyre worcks toe be flasshed of eeche syde
Thee shoars, yf dawning in this fel countrye shal hold you.
On loa, cut of loytring, a wind fane changabil huf puffe
Always is a wooman. Thus sayd, through nightfog be vannisht.
Then the duke Aeneas, with shaddow sudden agrysed,
Vpstarts from flugish sleeping and coompanye waketh.
My men arise swiftyly: to the tacklings speedelye stick yee:
Hoise sayl's with posting: for a God from celical heunseats
Sent, toe fle commaunds vs; lykewise toe cut hastlye the cabels.
Loa yet agayne spurs hee. We rely toe thyn hautye behestings
Who th'wart, mightye Godhead; thus agayne toe thy wil we be forward.
Send thye pliaunt seruants thye good ayde, let stars of Olympus
Lucky assist the viadge: thus he sayd: then naked his edgd sword
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Brandisht from the scabard hee drew: thee cabil he swappeth.
Al they the lyke poste haste dyd make, with scarboro scrabbling.
From the shoare owt sayle they: thee sea with great fleet is hooueld.
Fluds they rake vp spuming, with keele froth fomye they furrow.
Thee next day foloing lustring Aurora lay shymring,
Her saffrond mattresse leauing to her bedfelo Tithon.
Thee Queene, when the daylight his shining brightnes afurded,
Peeps from loftye beacons, and sayling nauye beholdeth.
Thee stronds and the hauens of vessels emptye she marcketh.
Thrise, nay she foure seasons on fayre brest mightely bouncing,
And her heare owt rooting yellow: God Iuppiter, ogh lord:
Quod she, shal hee scape thus? shal a stranger geue me the slampam?
With such departure my regal segnorye frumping?
Shal not al oure subiects pursu with clamorus hu crye?
With my fleete boate foloing shal not theire nauye be burned?
On men; alarme; fyrebrands se ye take; sayls hoyse; roa ye swiftly
What chat I foole? What place me doth hold? What phrensye me wit∣cheth?
Ô Forlorne Dido, now now wrawd destenye grubs the.
This spite should be plyed, when thow thy auctoritye yeeldedst.
Marck the fayth and kindnesse, that he shews, who is soothlye repor∣ted
Too carry his rellicques and countrye domestical house gods,
And to clap on shoulders his bedred graueporer old syre.
Could not I with my power both haue backt and minced eke inchemeale
Thee coystrels carcasse, next in the sea deepelye toe drenche yt?
Could not I then murther, with swoord, his coompanye stragling?
Yea the lad Ascanius wel I might haue slaughtered, after
At tabil of the father too set thee chield to be maunged.
Thee chaunce in battayle, ye wil hold, is doubtful: I graunt yt.
What man had I feared, toe dye prest? I had flamed of eechesyde
Theare tents and nauy, thee child, and thee father eending.
Yea the race extirping: my self had I walloed on theym.
Ô sun in heaune hye beaming, who behold'st ful woorckes al earthlye:
Of theese drirye dolours eeke thow Queene Iuno the searchresse,
And Godes hauty Hecatee, that dooest wights terrifye nightlye
In pathways traueling, ye bug hags sierce set to reuengments,
You Gods al mustring to the eende of wretched Elisa,
Eare this; I doe craue you: for sin's due torture amoouing.
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Lysten too my Prayers. Yf this false traytor in hauen
Of force must be placed, toe the land yf destenye fling hym,
If facts of the Godheds so wil: theyre wyl be don hardly.
Yet let thee rascal with soldiours doughtye be lugged,
Spoyled of his weapons, wandring lyke a bannished owtlaw:
Haalde from the embracing of his onlye belooued Iülus:
And to beg his succoure: too see thee funeral eendinges
Wretched of his kynred: lykewise when be shal be relying
Too streict condicions of peace, to vnlawful agreement:
In wisht Princelye quiet let not thee cullion harboure:
But before his fixed death tyme let his eende be cut hastlye,
In nauel of quick sands his corps vntumbed abyding.
Theese poincts humblye craue I, with blood this last wil I stablish.
And you my Tyrian subiects, this linnage heere after
Pursue with hate bitter, this gift se ye graunt toe myne ashes.
Let no looue or lyking, no fayth nor leage be betweene you,
Let there one od captayne from my boans rustye be springing,
With fire eke and weapons thee caytiefs Troian auenging:
Now; then; at eeche season; what so eare streingth mightye shal happē,
Let shoare bee too shoars, let seas contrarye toe seas stand,
And to armours, armours I do pray, let progenye bicker.
Shee sayde; eke her vexte mynd shee tost and tumbled in eeche syde,
From thee light unsauerye to flit, with gredines, asking.
Shee speaks too Barsen thee nurse of seallye Sichoeus
(For then her owne mylckdame in byrth soyl was breathles abyding)
Good nurse take the trauayle, too bring my sister An hither.
With the waters streaming let her hoale corps hastlye be clensed.
Thee beasts bring she with her, with theym thee forenoted offrings.
Thus let her haste hither: let they pate godlye be coouerd.
Too the God infernal what rits bye me bee readye, furth with
For to ende I purpose, my troubles wholye to finnish
And toe put in fire brands this Troian pedlerye trush trash.
This sayd: shee trots on sneyling, lyk a tooth shaken old hagge.
But Dido affrighted stift also in her obstinat onset,
Her bluddy eyes wheeling, her lyers with swart spot ydusked,
And eke al her visage waning with murther aproching,
Too the inner quadrant runneth, then madlye she scaleth
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Thee top of her banefyors, his swoord shee grappleth in handling;
I say the swoord brandisht, toe such a wild part not apoincted.
When she the weeds Troian dyd marck, and sporte breder old bed:
In tears salt blubbring, in musing stiddye remayning,
Shee fel on her mattresse: theese woords for a farewel awarding.
O my sweet old leauings, whilst mee good destenye suffred,
And God of his goodnesse you mee too pleasure alowed,
Take ye mye faynt spirit, mee from theese troubles abandon,
I liu'de and the trauayl, graunted by fortun, I traced:
Also my goast shortly too pits of lymboe shal hobble.
A citty I founded stately, thee wals dyd I see raysd.
And the death of my husband on freendlesse broother I venged.
Blessed had I rested, yee thrise most blessed, yf onlye
In theese my regions to Troian vessel had anchord.
Thus she sayd, and thrusting in couche her phisnomye cheerelesse,
But shal I dy sheepe lyke, not taking kindlye reuengment?
Yea wil I dy, quod shee, what? so? yea, so wyl I pack hence.
Let the cruel Troian, this flame from mayne sea beholding,
His panch now satiat, with this my destenye fatal.
Thus she sayd; and falling on blade with desperat offer,
Her damsels viewd her: thee swoord al bluddye begoared,
And hands owt spreadding they beheeld; thee raisd crye doth eccho
In the palaice: Rumor thee death through cittye doth vtter.
With sighs, with yelling, with skrich, with woommanish howling,
Thee rafters rattle: with shouts thee perst skye reboundeth.
With no les hudge bawling, than yf al Carthago wer enterd
By the enymy riffling, with flaming flasshye toe scorch al
Thee roofs of tenements, of Gods thee consecrat howses.
Furth runs her sister, theese newes vnfortunat hyring,
With nayles hir visadge skratching, and mightilyerapping
Her brest with thumping frap knocks, throughrout she doth enter,
And the dying sister, with roaring, lowdlye she named.
Was this, deere sister, youre drift? therefore ye begyld me?
And for theese bancquets made I fiers, and halloed altars?
What shal I first mourne now, poore caytief, desolat owtwayle?
In this youre parting youre sisters coompanye skornd you?
Had ye toe that blood shot mee byd: wee both, with one edgtoole,
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And eke in one moment, oure passadge fatal had ended.
This labor endurd I toe this ende? waste therefor I called
On Gods, from thye dying sharp pangs to be, wretch cruel absent.
The and my self haue I quight forlorne, thee nation hautye
Of Sidon, thy woorthy pepil, thy towne braue I batterd.
Speedelye bring me water, thee greene wound swiftlye toe souple;
And yf in her carcasse soom wind yeet softlye be breathing,
With lip I wil nurse yt: thus sayd shee climd toe the woodpile,
Claspt in her arms bracing thee panting murtheres haulfquick,
With grunt wyde gasping: thee blackned gellyeblud,hardning,
Shee skums with napkings; shee would haue lifted her eyebal,
Feeble agayne weixing shee droups; thee deadlye push yrcks her.
Thrise she dyd endeuoure, too mount and rest on her elbow;
Thrise to her bed sliding shee quayls, with whirlygig eyesight
Vp to the sky staring, with belling skrichcrye she roareth,
When she the desyred soonbeams with faynt eye receaued.
Then Iuno omnipotent long pangs, with mercye beholding,
And this her hard passadge; dyd send, from propped Olympus,
Thee lustring raynebow, from corps thee spirit auoyding,
With rustling coombat buckling, with slayne bodye iustling.
For where as her parture noe due death, nor destenye caused,
But before her season thee wretch through phrensye was ended,
Her locks gould yellow therefore Proserpina would not
Shaue from her whit pallet, ne her ding too damnable Orcus.
Than loa the fayre Raynebow saffronlyke feathered, hoou'ring
With thowsand gay colours, by the soon contrarye reshyning,
From the skye downe flickring, on her head moste ioyfulye standing,
Thus sayd: I doo Gods heast, from corps thy spirit I sunder.
Streight, with al, her fayre locks with right hand speedelye snipped:
Foorth with her heat fading, her liefe too windpuf auoyded.
FINIS.
Deo Gratias.
Opus decem dierum.
