Scarronides: or, Virgile travestie A mock-poem. Being the first book of Virgils Æneis in English, burlésque.

LE VIRGILE TRAVESTY.

a 1.1 I Sing the man, (read it who list, A Trojan, true, as ever pist) b 1.2 Who from Troy Town, by wind & weather To Italy, (and God knows whither) Was packt, and wrackt, and lost, and tost, And bounc'd from Pillar unto Post.

c 1.3Long wandred he through thick & thin, Half-rosted now; now wet to'th skin; By Sea and Land; by Day and Night; d 1.4 Forc'd (as 'tis said) by the Gods spite:

Although the wiser sort suppose e 1.5 'Twas by an old Grudge of Juno's A Murrain curry all Curst Wives! He needs must goe, the Devil drives.

f 1.6 Much suffer'd he likewise in Warr, Many drie blowes, and many a scarr: Many a Rap, and much adoe At Quarter-staffe, and Cudgells too, Before he could be quiet for 'um: (Pox of all Knaves, for I abhor 'um) But this same Younker at the last, (All Brawls and Squabbles overpast) And all these Rake-hells overcome, g 1.7 Did build a pretty Grange, call'd Rome.

i 1.8 But oh my Muse! put me in mind, To which o'th' Gods was he unkind? k 1.9 Or what, the Plague, did Juno mean, (That cross-grain'd, peevish, scolding Quean, That scratching, catter-wawling Puss,) l 1.10 To use an Honest Fellow thus? (To curry him like Pelts at Tanners) m 1.11 Have Goddesses no better Manners?

n 1.12 A little Town there was of Old, Thatcht with good Straw to keep out Cold; Hight Carthage, which (if not bely'd) Was by the Tyrians occupy'd;

o 1.13 The lustiest Carles all thereabouts, Rich Chuffs, and very sturdy Louts. p 1.14 Now this same Carthage you must know, Juno did love out of all whoe: There are alive that yet will swear it, No Village like it, no place near it: q 1.15 Except a place (forsooth) that's famous For her known Birth, a Farm call'd Samos; Here she her Trinkets kept, and odd things, Her Needles, Poking-sticks, and Bodkins; And here, (in house, which her own key-locks) r 1.16 She us'd to keep her Coach and Peacocks.

This place then mainly pleas'd her humor, s 1.17 But she had heard a scurvy Rumor; That Trojans, Arm'd in Coats of Chamlet, Should one day overthrow her Hamlet: Plunder her Chests, Joynt-stools and Tables, And burn her Cow-houses, and Stables. t 1.18 She fearfull of this sad Prediction, (Which prov'd a True one, and no Fiction) u 1.19 And mindfull of her injur'd Honour, When Paris gave the Apple from her; Did many years bend her devotion, To drown AEneas on the Ocean;

And many a slippery trick she playd him, Till Jove at last o're Sea convey'd him, w 1.20 (So hard it is, where an old Grutch is, To: get out of a womans Clutches.)

AEneas had not been o'th water Above an hour, or such a matter; Nor further row'd, then we may rate 'Twixt Rarsons-Dock, and Billinsgate, Or say betwixt Dover and Calice, x 1.21 When Juno (full of her old Malice) Thus with her self began to mutter, Cannot I drown these Crowes i'th Gutter?

Must they go on fearing no Colours? And cannot I squander their Scullers? Must these same Trojan Rascals nose me, y 1.22 Because the Fates (forsooth) oppose me? z 1.23 Pallas could burn Wherries, and Gallies, And clatter Mortalls bones like Tallies: a 1.24 But I, Jove's Sister, and his Wife, Can do no Mischief for my life. b 1.25 Juno enrag'd, and fretting thus, c 1.26 Runs me unto one AEolus: This AEolus, as Stories tell us, Could backward blow like a Smiths Bellowes;

A Day, a Week, a Moneth together, And by his farting, make foul weather: Blow men, and Trees, and Houses down; Great Ships, and almost Fishes drown. He was, in fine, the loud'st of Farters: Yet could command his Hinder-quarters, Correct his Tayl, and only blow, If there occasion were, or so: d 1.27 Whom Jove observing to be so stern In the wise conduct of his Postern, He made him King of all the Puffers, Which he (because he knew them Huffers) Durst no where venture, I must tell ye, But in the Caverns of his Belly:

Which having but one Postern Gate For these mad Boyes to sally at, He might the faster peg them in, And by the plucking out a Pin, Then (at his ease) Arsing about, To any Quarter let them out.

e 1.28 To this same King, Queen Juno posted, And thus in flatt'ring Terms accosted.

f 1.29 Thou mighty King, whose potent sway The Lawless Blust'rers do obey; Whose Nod the stubborn'st Winds do dread; (Even although in Scotland bred.) Thou, whose unruly Empire reaches As far as the wide Compass stretches,

Hear a poor Queens Request, and say Thou'lt doo't; for I must have no Nay.

g 1.30 There are a few Tatter-de-malions That (with a Pox) would be Italians, And into Latium now are going, With Oars, and Skulls, tugging, and rowing A Crew of drunken, roaring Ruffins, Lewd, wandring, sturdy Ragamuffins; Rascalls, I hate, as I do Garlick, And yet the Rogues are stout, and warlike: h 1.31 If therefore, thou wilt smoak these Roysters And sowse them all, like pickled Oysters,

There is a Pretty Maid of Mine, Called Die, shall be thy Concubine. AEolus harkned to this Story, With no small Pride, no little Glory; To have a Queen, so gay, and trim, Come to request a Boon of him! But th' Wench, ith' tail of the Preamble, Oh that! That made his Bowels wamble. (And Wind you know (under Correction) Is a main Causer of Erection.) He, listning stood, wrigling, and scraping, But durst not bow, for fear of scaping; Until at last, with Cap in hand Sr, i 1.32 He thus return'd his modest Answer.

O Queen (quoth he) my thanks are real, That you will use your servant AEol: And should I not pay your Civility, Toth' utmost of my poor Ability, Who are great Joves Sister and Wife, It were e'ene pity of my Life. I'll play these Rake-hells such a Hunts-up, Shall make them glad to turn their Rumps up. Say you no more, the Thing is done; I'll drown 'em ev'ry Mothers Son. But since your Grace is nice of smelling, I wish you were at your own dwelling. There's Reason for't, (saving your favour) For truly (Madam) I shall savour. But I beseech your Grace, in no wise Forget the Woman, that you promise.

Juno at that, away does goe As swift as Arrow out of Bow, And in less while, then I am speaking, Was got as high, as top of * 1.33 Reking: No bigger now then School-boyes Kite, And now clean vanisht out of sight.

AEol, who all this while stood gaping At her fine Peacocks gawdy-trapping, Seeing her Mount Olympus stair-case, Began t'untruss to ease his Carcase. Twice belch't he loud from Lungs of Leather, To call his roaring Troops together: And twice (as who should say we come) They roar'd 'ith concave of his womb:

k 1.34 With that he turns his Buttock seaward, And with a Gibing kind of Nayword; Quoth he, Blind Harpers have among ye; 'Tis Ten to one but I bedung ye. At that same word, lifting one leg, And pulling out his trusty peg; l 1.35 He let at once his General Muster Of all that ere could blow, or bluster; And (like a Coxcomb) in his Tuell Left not one puffe to cool his Gruell,

Have you not seen below the Sphear A mortal drink call'd Bottle-Bear How, by the Tapster when the Stopple Is ravish't from the teeming Bottle, It bounces, foams, and froths, and flitters, As it were troubled with the squitters? Even so, when AEol pluck'd the plugg From th' Muzzle of his double Jugg, The Winds burst out with such a rattle, As he had broke the strings that twattle.

Bounce cries the Port-hole, out they fly And make the World dance Barnaby; Throughout the Seas, and Coasts they wander; One Boreas was their Chief Commander; A huffing Jack, a plund'ring Tearer, A vap'ring Scab, and a great Swearer.

This Fellow, and his boist'rous Rout, Finds Me 'oth' Sea, the Trojans out.

AEneas; and his Wandring Mates Were, at that time, angling for Sprats; Thinking no harm, no more then we do, (For all was fine, and fair to see too) When all 'oth' sudden; who would think it! (By this good drink, I mean to drink it)! It grew so dark, that wanting light, They could not feel the Fishes bite; And streight ere one could say, Whats This? The winds began to howle and hiss, And in the turning of a hand Sir They grew so big, one could not stand Sir. Then followed Rain, Lightning, and Thunder, As the whole world would fly asunder.

AEneas, hearing the winds threatning, And * 1.36 seeing Monstrous Billowes beating, Knowing they purpos'd to dispatch him, And that the Haddocks watch't to catch him, m 1.37 Presently fell in a cold sweat, So sick he could not drink nor eat, 'Twas all the World to Twenty Pound, He had not faln into a swound: But by Joves favour being blest, With Guts in's head above the rest, Like to a cunning Chapman, He Made Vertue of Necessity; And in the midst of all Despayrs, Thought it his best to fall to prayers;

n 1.38 With wofull heart, and blubber'd eyes, Lifting his Mutton-fists to'th skies, He therefore pray'd, O Jupiter, Either hear now, or never hear; Now, now, thy Trusty Trojans cherish, Help now, or never, else we perish. o 1.39 Could not Tydides, at Troy Town Should he be hang'd, once knock me down? Nor yet the Merry Greek Achilles, When he kill'd lusty Hector, kill These? And must we now be sent for Dishes, To Sharks, and such like Greedy Fictes?

p 1.40 Thus went he on with his Orisons, Which if you mark them well were wise ones, Now praying, now expostulating, But he might e'en have held his prating, For Jove if he had been more near him, The noyse was such, could no wayes hear him.

q 1.41 The winds grew louder still and louder, And playd their Gambals with a Powder; Then, then indeed began the pudder, Here an Oare broke, and there a Rudder, Here a Boat kicking on the Surges, And there one sinking in a Gurges.

r 1.42 Three Boats a Wind, call'd Notus russe•…•… Upon a paltry bed of Mussels, s 1.43 And three did roaring Eurus dable ye, In Quick-sand deep most lamentably. t 1.44 One Wherry that the Lycians carry'd, And one Orontes never marry'd; Was just about the time of Dinner, O're-whelm'd, and all the men within her. Orontes, though he was confounded, Yet very loth to be thus drownded; Did all he could, with might and main, To have swom back to Land again.

His skill he to the tryall puts, But could not do it for his Gutts: And therefore was sowst up for Cod-Fish; (I doubt he prov'd but very odd-fish)

u 1.45 Now might you see the Trojans triming Upon the foaming Billowes swimming: Sculls, Oars, and Stretchers with their Benches, Floating amongst the Row•…•…ing Trenches; Hats, Capps, and Cassocks, Bands and Ruffs, (Indeed I think, they wore no Cuffes) Balk-staves, and Cudgells, Pikes & Truncheons, Brown-bread & cheese that swam by luncheons With Treasure past all Mortals matching, That any man might have for fetching.

w 1.46 In the mean time, this hurly-burly, That still encreas'd more loud and surly, Rous'd Neptune with the strange Commotion, Who liv'd 'ith bottom of the Ocean.

This Neptune was of old, a Fisher, And to AEneas a well-wisher: 'Cause on a time, Venus, that bore him, Spoke a good word to her Father for hm; And made him for his good Conditions King over all his Pools, and Fish-ponds.

This Blade, when first he heard the Sea ring, Was pickling, Pilchards, Sprats, and Herring, But at the noyse he throwes his Tray, Fishes, and Salt, and all away.

And taking up his three-forkt Trout-spear, x 1.47 Hey, hey (quoth he) what a brave rout's here! Under his Arms he had two Bladders, By which he mounted without Ladders, And thrusting's head above the Water, Sayes, What a Vengeance ho's the matter? Then seeing round how things were vary'd, And how the Trojans had miscarry'd; He strait began to smell a Rat, And soon peeceiv'd what they'd be at: For he knew all Juno's contriving, And spite as well as any living.

Have you not seen upon a River A Water-dog, that is a diver, Bring out his Mallard, and est-soons Be-shake his shaggy Pantaloons? So Neptune when he first appears, Shakes the salt Liquor from his ears, And made the winds themselves to doubt him, He threw the water so about him: Vext at the Plucks to see this clutter, He scarce could speak, but spurt and sputter; y 1.48 Till beck'ning Zephirus, and Eurus, He thus began in language furious.

How durst you Rogues take the opinion To vapour here in my Dominion, Without my leave, and make a lurry, That men cannot be quiet for ye, Rascals I shall! But well! go too, I now have something else to do: If ere again I catch you creaking, 'Tis odds I spoyl your Bag-pipes squeaking. z 1.49 And Sirrah, you there: goodman * 1.50 Blaster, Go tell that farting fool your Master, That such a whistling scab as he, Was ne're cut out to rule the Sea;

a 1.51 But that it to my Empire fell; Bid him go vapour in his Cell. There let him puffe and domineer, But make no more such folsting here: And for what's past, (if my aim miss not) I'l teach him fizzle in my Pispot.

b 1.52 Scarce had he bubled out his sentence But that they fled to shew repentance, And he that erst had made a din most, Now, cry'd the Devil take the hindmost. Even as a flock of Geese do slutter, When crafty Reynard comes to Supper.

So nimbly flew away these Scoundrels, Glad they had scap'd, & sav'd their Poundrels.

c 1.53 Now all was fair again and frolick, The Sea no more troubled with Cholick, The Sun shone bright as on a May-day; Had there bin grass, one might have made hay, But yet some Boats stuck on the Flatts, Their men all dasht like Water-Ratts; Neptune at that his speed re-doubles, To ease them of their peck of Troubles: He thrust his Muck-fork in two faddom, Betwixt the Boats, and that that stayd um, And lifted them shiere off, as clever As he had had a Crow or Leaver;

Now Sirs (quoth he) you may go forward, And row East, West, or South, or Norward, If the Rogues come again, I'll swill 'um I love a Dog that comes from Ilium, And you AEneas, and your men, If ere you come this way again, I hope you'l call, or I'st be sorry, I'll have a Dish of Lobsters for ye: AEneas who was gentle-hearted, Scrap'd him a leg, and so they parted.

They take their Sculls again and ply um, Hanging their Jerkins out to dry nm: Away they cut as swift as Swallowes, Plowing the Sea as men do Fallowes; Till ere a man could well tell Ten, Or go to'th dore, and back again,

d 1.54 They all as plainly saw the t'other Side, as we now see one another: Then there old tugging was and pulling, Never such plying, and such sculling, They whoop't and sung gladder and gladder, I think March-hares were never madder. At last, all dangers notwithstanding, e 1.55 They came unto a Place of Landing; A pair of stayrs they found, not big stairs; Just such another pair as Trigg-stairs: Not made for Water-men, but Women, That use to come, and wash their Linnen:

There was old striving then, and thrusting Which with their Sculler should get first in. Sirs (quoth AEneas) show some breeding, Let's have no more haste than good speeding, Have patience Gentles, I implore ye, And let your betters go before ye. With that they all gave place, and reason, It else had been no less than Treason: f 1.56 Whilest our AEneas at two leapings, Set the first foot upon the steppings; Then all the Rest came in a bundle As they would burst each others Trundle:

Weary they were, the wind had douc'tum, And so they sate em down, and lous'd um.

g 1.57 After a while, a fellow knocks Fire with a Steel, and Tinder-box. For each man had his Flint and Touch-wood, The World besides could shew no such wood; Then sticks they gather, leaves and Bryers, And fall a making them good fires, Then Skellets, Pans, and Posnets put on To make them Porridge without Mutton.

h 1.58 In the mean time AEneas got him Up to a Hill, to look about him,

And as he there a while stood gazing, i 1.59 He saw some sheep below him grazing, k 1.60 Oh ho (quoth he) I'll soon be wy'ye, Be sworn I'm glad at heart to see ye.

This said, away my youth does goe, And fetches straight a good Yew-Bow, His Arrowes under's belt he sticks too, (For he could shoot at Butts, and Pricks too) His head he put a good steel Cap on, Because he knew not what might happen: And thus as if he went to battle, He goes to murder poor mens Cattle.

l 1.61 His Arrow in the string he nocks, And shoots among the harmless Flocks, These prov'd by chance to be the fairest, But he still shot at that was nearest. m 1.62 Seven Lordly Tups he wounded mortall, The other shots he made were short all: These to his hungry Mates he lurryes, (Pray what's his due, that Mutton worries?) n 1.63 Here lads (quoth he) here's sides, & haunches, Fall too, and fill your empty paunches.

Scarce had he made an end of boasting, o 1.64 But some to boyling fell, some roasting;

'Twas soon enough, and too't they fall, They eat up Mutton, gutts and all, Yet scarce could satisfie their hungers, These Trojans were such Mutton mongers.

p 1.65 There was by chance a stoop of Liquor, Cork't up in Bottles made of Wicker, Giv'n by mine Hostess, I conceive, When first AEneas took his leave, This Drink (to make their feast the fuller) AEneas fetcht out of his Sculler, And like a man had something in him, Gave it as free as ere 'twas gi'n him; Himself a Dish, he first pour'd out, For fear it would not goe about;

Then stroaking up his Whiskers greasie, He thus begins, in Words most easie. q 1.66 Here Lads, have at ye, and be merry, W'are got at last, safe o're the Ferry; And though w'ave had but angry wark, yet Let's make the best of a bad market: To day let's drink, and hang to morrow, A grain of mirth's worth pounds of sorrow; r 1.67 Be blith and jolly then, as may be, Faint heart you know ne're won fair Lady:

What though a while we fare but hardly, Yet in the end does our reward lye: We shall have Houses, Lands, and Doxies, With dainty patches, where no Pox is: And then all this, that seems t'undo us, Will be but sport, and pastime to us.

s 1.68 Thus did this subtle Fornicator Set a good Face on a bad matter; As who would make 'um understand How pretty a fellow he was on's hand; When I (for all's brave n'alls) must tell ye, His Heart then panted in his Belly. t 1.69 Down glides his Ale over his Pallat, As glib as 't had been Oyl of Sallet;

And all the rest in their due order Quafft' till their Drink would go no further.

u 1.70 Now having spent their drink & vittles, They rise, and wipe their greasie Thwittles, And streaking then began to mind 'um, Of those were left at sea behind 'um: With that, AEneas made a motion To climbe the Hills, and look on th' Ocean, If from the Cliffs, and Promontories They might espy their fellow Tories; At that they went, some this, some that way, Some went not farre, and some a great way,

Some whoopt, some hallow'd, & some shouted, x 1.71 Some thought'um fafe, and others doubted, Some laid their ears to ground in cunning, To list if they could hear 'um coming; But all in vain, for none could spy 'um, They feard their frends, when none were nie'um At last by General Approbation, They laid 'um down, as was the fashion, And slept, being tyr'd, with pains and feasting, When Belly's full, Bones would be resting.

Asleep they lie snorting and snoring, With such a noyse, as made the shoar ring, Or such a din as Dogs do utter, When they by night together clutter;

Snarling and swearing in lewd fashion For Bitch of evil conversation: y 1.72 When Jove, who was belike at leasure, (Walking or for his health, or pleasure) Looking about on ev'ry side him, z 1.73 O'th Lybian Coasts at last espy'd them, And said in merry kind of Japing, Indeed Sirs have I ta'ne you napping.

Scarce had he spoke, when all oth' sudden, Whilest he was on the Trojans studd'ing, Who should come there to do her duty, But Venus, that was Queen of Beauty!

* 1.74 This Venus without counterfeiting, Was a fine Lass on's own begetting,

Thou nee'r saw'st prettyer in thy life, Although he had her not by's Wife, But by a Fish-wench he was kind to, And so she came in at the Window: Now Venus was AEneas' Mother, And him she had by such another Royster as Jove was, when on Ground-sell He and her Mother met in Councell, In the behalf then of her by-blow, Which had endured many a dry-blow, a 1.75 She weeping came, sighing, and throbbing, And hardly could she speak for sobbing: Untill at last, with a fine Linning Wrought round with blew of her own spinning

Wiping her face with Tears, and snivel, ••he thus began in words most civil.

b 1.76 O thou, of. Gods, and men, the King, That canst do any kind of thing; That past their wits dost Mortals frighten, When thou or thunder do'st, or lighten, What could AEneas do to thee! Who car'st a fart for no body; c 1.77 Or thy poor Trojans what have they done, That thus they still must Fools be made on, And that thou wilt for no perswasions Let them go follow their occasions?

d 1.78 I'm sure you promis'd me, and swore it, (E'ven let who can forgive you for it) That you would make'um, This, and That, Kings, Captains, and I know not what, And that out of your Bounteous Givings, They should have all both Lands, and Livings, And all live well in Italy; But I perceive 'twas all a lye.

e 1.79 Iove, (stroking up his great M•…•…achoes) Smil'd for to see her so out-rageous, (For had she broke a Pot, or Platter, He could not well be angry at her,

He lov'd her so, and 'tis so common, •…•…ither in Man, or else in Woman; Their Bastards they will clip, and kiss ye More dearly then their lawfull Issue,) f 1.80 Jove looking then most sweetly at her, For she had made his Mouth to water) •…•…ook Venus by the Chin, and gave her, A Kiss of no unwelcome savour.

g 1.81 My pretty Wench (quoth he) I prethee, •…•…et's have no more such puling with thee: All shall be well enough, ne're fear it, And by my Beard once more I swear it:

Thy Son AEneas thou dost doubt so, Which makes thee whimper, cry, and pout so, Shall be a King, or Prince at least; I speak in earnest, not in jest.

With that he whistled out most mainly, You might have heard his Fist as plainly From one side of the Skie to th' t'other, As you and I hear one another. Thrice whistled he when by and by, Out came his Foot-boy Mercury, And askt him without more ado, What 'twas he whistled for, and who?

This Merc'ry you must understand Sir Had formerly been a Rope-Dancer: A nimble Rascal, and a Dapper, Full deftly could he cut a Caper,

* 1.82 Dance, run, and leap, frisk, and curvett, Tumble, and do the Sommerset: And fly with Artificial Wings Ty'd to his head, and heels, with strings: 'Twas he first taught to fly i'th Aire, As we have seen at Bartle-Faire; A nimble witty Knave, I warrant, And one that well could say his Errant; An ex'lent servant (in plain-dealing) But that he was enclin'd to stealing.

h 1.83 Sirrah (quoth Jove) go take your Pumps, And hast to Carthage, stirr your stumps;

And as thou art a cunning Prater, Play me the fine Insinuator. Dido and all her Carthaginians Possess throughout with kind opinions Of the poor Trojans, lest Queen Dido Not knowing Things so well as I do, Should shew 'um all a Trick of Passe-pass, And chance t'indict them for a Trespass.

Away he flies sans further speech, As he had had a Squib in's breech; And suddenly without discerning i 1.84 Set all the Trojans Bowels yerning. Dido for her part swore a Trojan Should do the Feat for her, or no man.

Mean while the Trojans slept at ease, Unless sometimes bit by white Fleas, Their soft Repose in quiet taking, k 1.85 Only AEneas he was waking, Who whilest the night was dark and ore-cast, Like one that had an ex'lent fore-cast, Lay thinking now his Gutts grew limber, How they might get more Belly-Timber; No sooner the first Light came creeping, But that he cry'd, Ah fool! art peeping? And up he starts, to goe a stealing, Either a Mutt'ning, or a Vealing, And yet he thought being a stranger, To goe alone might be some danger;

l 1.86 Therefore he deem'd it not amiss To call a Trusty friend of his; And that he might go on the bolder, He layd a Two-hand Batt on's shoulder.

Thus going then abroad for food, m 1.87 He meets his Mother in a Wood; So smug she was, and so array'd, He took his Mother for a Maid: A great mistake in her, whose Bum So oft had been God Mars his Drum: Full oft when Smug was blowing Bellowes, Would she be trucking with good Fellowes; And let her self be chuck't as tamely, As if therein, there did no blame lye,

By Mars, and many a one beside, Or else she fouly is bely'd.

n 1.88 Well met (young man) quoth Venus kindly, As you came through the Woods behind ye, Pray did you not for all your hast, note A Lass in Petti-coat and Wast-coat; With such a Pelt as mine thrown o're her, Driving a Sow, and Piggs before her?

o 1.89 No truly, (quoth AEneas mild) I saw nor Man, Woman, nor Childe; Yet though I say't, had I been nigh her, I could as soon as others spy her:

But who art thou, that speak'st so shrill, As if thy words came through a Quill? Thou art of gentle Kindred surely, Thou look'st and speakest so demurely: p 1.90 Therefore good M^ris. or good Lady, I do beseech you, if it may be, To put us out of fear of Dangers, q 1.91 Tell's where we are for we are strangers.

r 1.92 Venus, at that, wriggling and mumping, Cries, pray young man, leave off your frumping For untill now I've met with no man, E're took me for a Gentlewoman: She that I ask for, is my Sister; I wonder how the Pox you mist her!

We were this morning sent in haste To fetch a Sow that lies at Mast. s 1.93 Your Town was built by one Agenor; The Land's so good, it needs no Meanor;

t 1.94 One Dido now is Queen on't, who, Run hither a good while agoe: She is a Queen of Gentle-bearing, Whose story will be worth the hearing: u 1.95 But should I tell it all out-right, I think 'twould last a Winters night. x 1.96 Therefore in short, this same Queen Dido, Who now, alas! is left a Widow,

Had one Sichaeus to her Hony, A wealthy man in Land, and Money; y 1.97 Whom one Pigmalion, unawares Kill'd, as he was saying on's Prayers; Only for Lucre of his Pelf, Which he had thought t' have had himself; z 1.98 And fob'd Queen Dido off, some season, (Who cry'd, and blubber'd out of Reason) By telling her a Flim-flam prattle, That he was gone to buy some Cattle: But on a time, as without doubt Murther at some odd time will out,

One night as she did sleep, and snore, As she had never slept before, a 1.99 Into her Chamber, dores unlocking, Comes me her Husband without knocking; A Linck he in his hand did brandish, His face was Paler, then your band is: Near her he came, and would have kiss'd her, At which she well nigh had bepiss'd her; But being a Ghost of civil fashion, He gave her Words of Consolation.

Quoth he, I murdred am, my Jewel, By wayes most barbarous and cruel: And for to shew I tell no Fibbs, b 1.100 Look what a hole here's in my Ribbs:

And if thou stay'st, that Rogue Pigmalion Intends to use thee like a Stallion: c 1.101 Therefore be gone, thou and thy Meany, But leave the Rascal ne'er a penny, To bless himself, it lyes each farthing, In an old Butter-pot i'th Garding.

d 1.102 Dido, at this, rises up early, And with her servants very fairly, Not caring for Pigmalions Curses, Steals all his Money-Baggs, and Purses;

And in a Boat prepar'd o'th nonce, Ship't all his Goods away at once, And got off safe, whil'st all this Gear, Was order'd by a Wastcoteer. e 1.103 At last she came with all her People, To yonder Town with the Spire-steeple, And bought as much good feeding ground for Five Marks as some would give five pound for; Where now she lives a Hu•…•…-wife wary, Has her ground stockt, and keeps a Dairy: f 1.104 And now young man, I pray ye show me Whence do you come, or whither go ye?

g 1.105 This being said, our lusty Swabber Groan'd like a woman in her Labour, And looking rufully upon her, Oh! Dame (quoth he) brim full of Honour, Should I begin my story spinning, From the first end, to'th last Beginning, I doubt to finish we should miss time, For it would last till t'morrow this time.

h 1.106 We Trojans are of Troy-Town Race, (If e'er: you heard of such a place.) i 1.107 And I th' AEneas fam'd in Battle, But more ador'd for Tayle, and Twattle.

Who bring along our Countrey-Gods, A company of smoaky Toads, Catcht out o'th fire, from the Greek, When all the Town was of a Reek; And can derive my pedigree, (Although I say't) with any He, That is perhaps fuller of Pride, Especially by th' Mothers side. Did my Fame never, hither come? I'm talkt of farr, and near at home; To tell you truly as a friend, k 1.108 For Italy we did intend, And put to Sea in paltry weather l 1.109 With twenty pair of Oars together:

Of which there hardly are left seaven, Which put into the shoar last Even.

m 1.110 Venus the while AEneas eyeing, And seeing he could scarce hold crying; Thus cut him off in courteous fashion, I'th midst on's pitifull Rolation:

n 1.111 Who e're thou art, take heart I say, Rome can't be built all on a Day; And though y' have suffer'd some dysasters; Yet let me tell you this, my Masters, 'Tis a good sign that those Gods love ye, For all your haste, that hither drove ye:

You might have walkt your Pumps apieces, E'er light on such a Place as this is. o 1.112 Go me to th' Queen now out of hand, And shew her how your matters stand; She'll make you welcome for her part; She loves tall fellowes in her heart: p 1.113 There, on my honest word, you'll meet Your lost Companions, I foresee't; And have all things that you would wish, q 1.114 Or surely I was taught amiss: (And I a Father had, could make For time of need an Almanack,)

Chear up your hearts, your spirits rally, And ne're stand fooling, shall I, shall I, But budge, jogg on, bestirre your Toes, r 1.115 There lies your way, follow your Nose.

s 1.116 With that she turn'd to goe away, And did her freckled Neck display; By which, and by a certain whiffe Came from her Arm-pits, or her Cliffe, And a fine hobble in her pace, AEneas knew his Mothers grace:

t 1.117 Mother (quoth he) why dost thou run thus, And with thy Mumming cheat thy Son thus? Why may we not shake one another By th'hand, and talk like Son and Mother? Oh think upon our wofull Cases, Whilest thus we wander in strange Places!

u 1.118 But she was gone, for when she list, She foist away could in a Mist; Nor could she tarry, to say truely, For she had made a promise newly, To meet a friend of hers to dally, x 1.119 In a blinde street they call Ram-Ally:

AEneas then began to finde, That there was something in the winde, And said, my Mother's a mad-shaver, No man alive knowes where to have her; But I'de as live as half a Crown We two could walk so into th' Town.

Venus heard what he said, for she Could hear, as far as we can see; And in a moment to befriend 'um, Two Cloaks invisible did lend 'um.

Thus cloak't their Knavery to shelter, y 1.120 Away they trudge it helter skelter, Untill AEneas, and his friend, Safely arriv'd at the Towns-end.

z 1.121 AEneas star'd about and wonder'd, To see of Houses a whole Hunder'd; But when he saw the Folks were there, He thought it had been Carthage fair. a 1.122 The Town was full, all in a pother, Some doing one thing, some another; Some digging were, some making Mortar, Some hewing stones, and such a Quarter; For they were all, as story tells, Building or doing something else; b 1.123 And to be short, all that he sees, Were working busily as Bees.

c 1.124 I'th middle of the Town there stood, A goodly Elme o're-grown with Wood; And under that were Stocks most duely, To lock them fast that were unruly: There sate they down to ease their travel, Picking their sweaty Toes from gravel, And look't about as they lay lurking, d 1.125 To see the busie Tyrians working: But none could see them for their spell, They were so hid, they might as well, Though they had been never so nigh 'um, See through a double-dore as spy 'um.

Near stood the Church, a pretty Building; Plain as a Pike-staff without Guilding, I cannot liken any to it, Unless't be Pancrage, if you know it. e 1.126 This Church Queen Dido 'tis related Built, and to Juno dedicated, And was beholding unto none; But built it all both stick and stone, At her own proper cost, and charges, No Church i'th' Country near so large is, It was well laid with Lime and Mortar: (For so the Workmen did exhort her.) Because it would be so much stronger, And so you know would last the longer.

It had a dore peg'd with a pin, To shut Folks out, or let Folks in, And in a pretty wooden-steeple A Low-Bell hung to call the People.

AEneas, and his Friend went thither, Seeing a many Folks together, Whose misty Cloaks, so well did hide 'um, That in they went, and no one spy'd 'um. f 1.127 But then they wondr'd to behold The Images so manifold, That staring stood in sundry places, As if they would fly in their faces.

Then (quoth AEneas) to's Comrade This Fellow, Master was on's Trade That pictur'd These; Look, look, as I am An honest man, yonders our Priam; See where he stands in Silk, and Satten As he would speak both Greek and Latin, Whoop! yonder's Hector too, and Troylus, Look thee, how here the Grecians spoil us; g 1.128 And there our Trusty Trojans do Bang them and pay them, quid for quo. Yonder Achilles gives a Rap, With his Cock's feather, in his Cap; And yonders one, for all's Bravado Knocks him with lusty Bastinado.

How came These here t'be pictur'd thus? Sure all the World has heard of us.

h 1.129 Whilst thus AEneas sad, and muddy, Stood musing in a dark brown study; In comes Queen Dido, that fair Lady, In Apron white as on a May-day; A crew of Roysters waited on her, Which there were call'd her men of Honour: All clad in fair Blew-Coats, and Badges, To whom Queen Dido paid good Wages. i 1.130 Even as a Proper Woman showes When unto Wake, or Fair she goes,

Clad in her best Apparel, so, Queen Dido all this time did show, And was so brave a Buxom Lass, That she did all i'th' Town surpass. Into the midst o'th' Church she marches, And there betwixt a pair of Arches, Upon a Stool set for the nonce, She went to rest her Marrow-bones, And on a Cushion stuff't with Flocks, She clapt her dainty pair of Docks.

k 1.131 There Dido sate in State each day, To hear what any one could say,

Some to rebuke, and for to sooth some; And give out Laws, wholsome, or toothsome; To punish such as had Insolence, And make them good Nolens, or Volens: And there likewise each morning-tide, She did the young-mens Tasks divide, Wherein great Policy did lurk, Each knew his Jobbe of Journy-work: And fell about it without Jangling: But that which kept them most from wrangling Was that they still drew cuts to know, Whether they should work hard, or no, And who had th'longest cut, and th'best, Had still more work, then all the rest.

l 1.132 Here whilst AEneas squeez'd & thrust is, To see Queen Dido doing Justice: Who should he but his fellows spy? Got into Dido's Company. There Antheus was, (no mortal fiercer) And one Surgestus too, a Mercer, With other Trojans, that would vapour; Cloanthus too the Woollen-Draper: All which, and forty Trojans more, Were wonderfully got to shore.

m 1.133 At This, AEneas, and his friend Were e'en almost, at their wits end;

Z'lid (Jove forgive me, that I swear) Quoth he, how think'st thou came they here? Nay quoth the t'other presently, AEneas, what a Pox know I?

n 1.134 AEneas was so glad on's kin, He ready was t'leap out on's skin, And so was t'other, for (in sadness) They were e'en mad, 'twixt fear, and gladness, And yet it seems, they were so wise, To keep them safe in their disguise; Until their friends, had try'd th' Opinions, Of the kind-hearted Carthaginians.

o 1.135 At last they saw one Ilioneus, A Trojan very Ceremonious; A Youth of very fine Condition, A very pretty Rhetorician; One that could write, and read; and had Been bred at Free-School from a Lad, Thrust up to Dido in good fashion, And thus begins his fine Oration.

p 1.136 O Queen, who here hast built a Village, And keep'st thy Ground in hearty Tillage: O Thou, who hast the Royal Science, To Govern Men as wild, as Lyons,

Behold us here, who look like men, New eaten, and spew'd up again. So spitefully has fortune crost us, So wofully the Seas have tost us. A few poor Trojans here you see, Even as poor, as poor may be; Thrown on this Shore by Wind, and Weather, Ill luck, the Divel and all together; And humbly do beseech your Grace, To pitty our most woful case. Your Men are all in hurly-burly, And look upon us grim, and furly, So that if you be not good to us, They'll burn our Boats, and quite undo us. Therefore we pray you send some one, To bid'um let our Boats alone.

q 1.137 Alas! we come not to purloyne, Either your Cattle, or your Coyne, Neither to filch Linnen, or Woollen: Nor yet to steal away your Pullen; W'have no such knavish ends, as these; But only to beg Bread, and Cheese.

r 1.138 We were a going to a Place, A hardish kind of Name it has, Where once your what shal'call'ums (rot'um! It makes me mad I' have forgot'um) Liv'd a great while; but now do see, 'Tis known by th' Name of Italy:

s 1.139 When on a sudden one Orion, Poudr'd upon us, like a Lyon, And squander'd us on Flats, and Shelves, Enough to make us drown our selves: So that of Sixscore men, and deft ones, Even here (O Queen) are all are left on's. t 1.140 Then what should aile your Tyrians thus To Scowle, and look askew at us; Or where the Divel were they bred, Sure rancker Clowns ne'er liv'd by bread; And (for to tell your Grace my thought) I think they're better fed, then taught.

For (as I am an honest man Let'um deny it, if they can) u 1.141 No sooner landed we to bait us; But that the Rogues threw Cow-turds at us; But Queen, I hope, thou'lt teach the Wretches, Henceforth to meddle with their Matches. x 1.142 AEneas once did us command, A taller fellow of his hand, Nor honester, ne'er did, or shall, Draw out a Trapstick to a wall. If he but live, and that already, He be not drowned in some eddy,

You of your cost will ne'er repent you, For to a penny he'll content you. y 1.143 Look then o'th' Trojans, and befriend'um, Let's draw our Boats ashore, and mend'um. We'll promise you if that we meet, Our Captain with the rest o'th' Fleet, And if he be not turn'd t'a Gudgeon, We towards Italy will trudge on; z 1.144 And if that he shall still be lacking, Then back again we'll streight be packing.

a 1.145 Dido like woman of good fashion, Gave special heed to his Relation; And all the while he did relate it, Mump't like a Bride, that would be at it. At last, when he had told his Tale Mantling like Mare in Martingale She thus reply'd; Trojans be cherry, Pluck up your Hearts, and rest you merry, Our Towns-folks here are something wary, Not that they any Ill-will bear you; For they are very honest Fellows, But that of late a Chance befel us. To tell you true, the other day When all my folks were gone toth' hay,

A lusty Rascal, such a one As one of you (dispraise to none) Comes into th' yard, and off o'th' Hedge, Where all our Clouts, were hung to Bleach; Whips me a bran-new Flaxen-Smock, The very best of all my Stock; And runs away w'it in a Trice: ('T had ne'er been on my back past Twice.) But you I know such baseness scorn, You all a•…•…e men well bred; and born. a 1.146 Who has not heard o'th' Trojan People, And of AEneas, and his Swipple; Nor shall you find us Dames of Tyre, So farr remov'd from Phoebus fire;

But we can cherish lusty Yeomen, And carry Toyes like other Women. b 1.147 Therefore you shall, whether you go Straight on to Italy, or no; Or whether you row on the Main, To your own Parish back again, Have what you want; nor will I dun ye, But pay me when you can get money: c 1.148 But if you'll tarry here; This Town, That I now build shall be your own, And be as free, you Trojans shall, As any Tyrian on'um all.

A Man's a Man, as I have read, Though he have but a Hose on's Head; d 1.149 And I could wish, that the same weather That blew your tatter'd Scullers hither, Would blow AEneas hither too, And then there were no more to do; e 1.150 But I'll send out my Men, who knows But he may now be picking Sloes In our Town-Woods, or getting Nuts, For very need to fill his Guts.

f 1.151 AEneas in his Misty Cloak, Heard every word Queen Dido spoke.

Her Hony-words made his Mouth water, And he e'en twitter'd to be at her, But he was so o're joy'd, he stood, Like a great Sloven made of Wood; And could not speak (though he were willing) Would one have g'in him Forty shilling. g 1.152 At last his Friend jog'd him with's hand; How like a Logger-head you stand, Quoth he, for certainly I think, Thou'rt either mad or in thy drink: Dost thou not see our Friends all round, Excepting one, whom we saw drown'd;

And all as well, as Heart can wish, And yet thou stand'st as mute as Fish! h 1.153 Scarce had he spoke, but off he threw His Mantle made of Mists so-blew, And stood as plainly to be seen, As any there, God blesse the Queen. i 1.154 For's Mother had so dizend him, That he should shew both neat, and trim; Though (truly!) he was but an od man, (Pa•…•… Splay-mouth'd, Crump-shoulder'd like the Go•…•…

Yet could he not i'th' nick invent Her Majesty a Complement; But scratcht his Head, and gan to sputter, His elbow rub'd, and kept a clutter, •…•…opping, and mowing, till at last All difficulties over-past, k 1.155 In Courtly-Phrase, it thus came out.

Madam (quoth he) your humble Trout, •…•…hat same AEneas whom you prize thus, •…•…s here without Deceptio Visus 〈◊〉〈◊〉 that same very man am here, And come to tast of your good Chear.

l 1.156 O Dido Primrose of Perfection, Who only grantest kind Protection To wandring Trojans, how shall wee, E'er pay Thee, for this Courtesie! We never can my dainty Friend, Then let Jove do't, and there's an end. m 1.157 Thus having ended his fine Speech, Towards the Queen he turn'd his Breech;

And spoke to's men, sayes Lads how ist? Come give me every one a Fist, How dost thou Guy, and S^rs. how do ye? Now by my troth, I'm glad to see you, 'Tis better being here I trow, Then where we were a while a go, No longer since, then yesterday; Welcome to Tyre as I may say, With that to shaking hands they fall, And he most friendly shak't them all, Surely he was no Counterfeiter, No Bandog could have shak't 'em better.

n 1.158 Queen Dido ravish'd to behold, The Carriage Sweet of this Springold,

Star'd for a while, as she'd look through him, And then thus brake her mind unto him.

o 1.159 O Thou who'st so finely bin bred, And com'n art such honest kindred, By what strange luck hast thou been hurry'd As if the Fates would thee have worry'd 'Tis strange thou hast not burst thy hoops Th'ast been so bang'd about the stoops. p 1.160 Art Thou AEneas with great Ware, So famous for a Cudgel-player Whom Venus with her fine devices Bore that old Knocker good Anchises?

q 1.161 My Father Belus went with Teucer (I think he had not many Sprucer) To take possession of an Island, That was some Twenty Rood of dry-land. r 1.162 And he still gave great commendations, Of Trojans 'bove all other Nations; He could have nam'd you all by dozens And told me you, and he were Cousins. s 1.163 Therefore young Men to Carthage you, Are welcome without more a do.

I have my self (I'de have you know) Been driven to my shifts e'er now; And therefore in my Jurisdiction, Pitty a Beast, that's in Affliction: t 1.164 With that she stretched forth a hand, So white, it made AEneas stand. Amaz'd to see't. (for know that shee Still wash't her Hands in Chamber-Lee) And led AEneas in kind fashion, Towards her Graces Habitation; And made a Curtzy at the dore, And pray'd him to go in before; But he most courteously cry'd no, I hope I'm better bred then so;

But let him say what he say could, Dido swore Faith, and Troth he should; Well (quoth AEneas) I see still, Women, and Fools must have their will; And thereupon, without more talking, Enters before her proudly stalking.

Scarce were they got within the dores; But Dido call'd her Maids all Whores, And a great coyle, and scolding kept, Because the House was not clean swept: a 1.165 Then all in hast away she sends Victuals unto AEneas friends; Pease-Porridge, Bacon, Puddings, Sowse; O'th' very best, she had i'th' house;

Butter, and Curds, & Cheeses plenty, To fill their Guts, that were full empty; Bidding them eat, and never save it, But call for more, and they should have it. b 1.166 This being •…•…ne, the dainty Queen Conducts the Trojans further in, Into a Parlour neat she takes 'um, And there most fairly welcome makes 'um: She serv'd 'um drink, and victuals up, As long as they would eat, or sup, Whilst each one there so play'd the Glutton, That he was forced to unbutton.

No sooner had the Trojans bold, Stuff'd their Guts full, as they would hold;

But that AEneas streight begun, c 1.167 All-to-bethink him of his Son.

* 1.168 Now you must know, that he had had, A wench, and by that wench, a Lad. The Lasse I reason had to name, When (be it spoken to their shame) The Greeks when first they took Troy City, Did thrust to death, without all pity: Of woman-kind sure as I breath The first that ever dy'd that death. d 1.169 His Son, Ascanius hight, a Page, About some dozen years of age, This Boy, AEneas sent Achates To fetch, quoth he, since we feed gratis,

Why should not now my little Bastard, (That I dare swear will prove no dastard) Come to Queen Dido's House, and Feast, As we have done o'th' very Best? Go fetch him then, e 1.170 and let him bring's Out of my Coffer, those gay things, I sav'd at Troy; which for their fineness He shall present unto her Highness. There is a Riding-hood, and safe-guard Of yellow Lace, bound with a brave guard, Which Hellen wore; the very day, That Paris stole her quite away.

f 1.171 Then there's a Distaffe neatly wrought That Paris too for Hellen bought, For carved-work fit to be seen, Betwixt the Leggs of any Queen. And then there is a fair great Ruffe Made of a pure, and costly Stuffe To wear about her Highness Neck, Like M^rs. Cockaynes in the Peake, And last, a Quoife, wrought gorgeously With Tinsell, and Blew-Coventry: Then go as fast, as th' canst I preethee And bring him, and these Presents with thee.

g 1.172 Away goes he, as he was bidden, Running as fast, as he had ridden; But Venus, that same cunning Dame Had yet another Trick to play 'um. h 1.173 She had no very good Opinion, Of your so smooth tongu'd Carthaginian, Nor knew she but the Queen might be As full of Craft, as Courtesie. i 1.174 And she was sure that Juno would Do all the Mischief, that she could; Therefore she in all hast did run, T'a Boy, call'd Cupid, was her Son.

This Cupid was a little tyny, Cogging, Lying, Peevish Nynny; No bigger then a good point-tag; But yet a vile unhappy wag. He ne'er would go to Schoole; but play The Truant every other day; Run men into th' Breech with pins, Throw stones at Folks, and break their shins; Kill peoples Hens, and steal their Chicks, And do a Thousand Roguy Tricks: But with a Bow the Shit-breech'd-elfe Would shoot like Robin-Hood himself; And had I warrant every dart, Poyson'd with such a subtle Art, That where they hat, their power was so It made Folks love, would they or no:

And for this Trick, the hopeful Youth Was call'd the God of Love forsooth.

To this young Squire Dame Venus trotted As I (if you have not forgot it) Told you before, and thus begun, To Flatter up her Graceless Son,

k 1.175 My Goldylocks, (quoth she) my Joy, My pretty, little-tyny-Boy; Thy Mother Venus comes to thee T' implore thy little Deity. l 1.176 Thou knowest as well as any Other How Juno vile has us'd thy Brother

Our poor AEneas, what a Clatter, She made to drown him on the water; Nay she would do more mischief still, If the Curst Quean might have her will. m 1.177 AEneas now is at a Place Call'd Carthage with a handsome Lass, Queen Dido nam'd, where now he is Made on as much, as heart can wish; n 1.178 But least the Queen should change her mind As Weather-Cocks do with the wind, And thorough Juno's wiles at last, Show him a Womans slipp'ry cast;

My pretty Archer let us Two Show the Proud Slut what we can do. My Son AEneas does dispatch Achates, to the Wharfe to fetch My little Grand child, who must come, To sup in Dido's dining-roome. Now since that thus in short the Case is And that thou canst so well cut faces: o 1.179 p 1.180 I would have thee to set thy Phys'▪ Nomy in such a shape as his;

And go along as meek, and mild, As any little sucking Child. When thou com'st there, I know the Queen Will clip, and kisse thy Cheek, and Chin; Dandle, and give thee Figgs, and Reasons; Then must thou play thy Petty-Treasons, Lick her Lips, Flatter her, and Cog, And set her Highness so o'th' Gog, That when she'as layd by Fame and Honour, Thy Brother may to work upon her. q 1.181 This is my Plot, and that nought cross it, •…•…'ll make the Child a sleeping Posset. And when hee's fast, I will him hide •…•…'th' top o'th' Garret upon Ide.

a 1.182 Cupid, who Mischief lov'd, I think, Better by half then Meat, or Drink; Without all manner of Reply, Prepares him for his Roguery. His wings he from his shoulders throwes, Because they'd not go into's Clothes, And drest himself to such a wonder, That none could know the Lads asunder. b 1.183 But Venus gave t'other a Sop, That made him sleep like any Top; And whilst he taking was a Nap, She layd him neatly in her Lap,

And Carryed him to a House that stood Upon an Hill in a old Wood: And when she had the Urchin there, She laid him up in Lavander.

c 1.184 In the mean time, Sir Cupid goes To th' Court in young Iülus Clothes; d 1.185 Who should he see when he came there; But Dido sitting in a Chaire, I'th' midst of all the Trojan Blades, Vap'ring, and Swearing at her Mayds. Under her Feet a Cricket stood, Whereon she stampt as she were Wood;

And likewise there was finely put, A Cushion underneath her Scut. There as she fate upon her Crupper, e 1.186 She bad her Folks to bring in Supper, And in they brought a Thundring Meal, Great Joynts of Mutton, Porke and Veal, Hens, Geese, and Turkies, Ducks, and Bustards, And at the last, Fools, Flawns and Custards, The Trojans eat, and make good Chear Tunning themselves with Ale, and Beer, There was old drinking, and old singing, And all the while, the Bells were ringing,

One would have thought, by the great Feast, T'ad been a Wedding at the least.

Whilest thus they eat, and drink, and chat, f 1.187 Cupid, that little Cogging Brat, So cunning was in Counterfeiting, AEneas thought him on's own getting. At last Queen Dido in her Lap, Sets me the Mounte-banking-Ape, And kist his Lipps all of a Lather, Then thus bespeaks the new-made Father.

By th' Mack (quoth she) thou Trojan trusty, Thou gott'st This Boy, when thou wert lusty;

And any one that does but note him, May soon know who it was begot him; I dare be sworn t'was thou didst get him, Hee's e'en as like thee, as th'adst spit him. g 1.188 Whilst thus the Youth she kist, & dandled, Cupid had so the matter handled, That she began to feel a Grumbling As People do that would be Tumbling.

h 1.189 When they had Supt, & that the waiters, Had Trenchers ta'ne away, and Platters;

i 1.190 Up from her Chayre Queen Dido starts, And takes a Mug, that held Two Quarts Of Drink, that she with much forbearing Had sav'd long since for her Sheep-shearing: And thus begins, Here Sirs, here's to you, And from my heart much good may do you: k 1.191 AEneas, here's a Health to thee, To Pusse and to good Company; And he that will not do, as I do, Proclaimes himself no friend to Dido. I do pronounce him to be no Man, And may he never kisse a Woman.

l 1.192 With that she set it to her Nose, And off at once the Rumkin goes; No drop besides her Mussel falling, Untill that she had supt it all in. Then turning't * 1.193 Topsey on her Thumb Sayes look, here's Super-naculum. AEneas, as the story tells, And all the Rest did bless themselves, To see her trowle of such a Pitcher, And yet to have her Face no richer, By Jove (quoth he) knocking his knuckles; I'de not drink with her for Shoe-buckles: But Madam (sayes he) sweetly bowing, I hope your Grace does not make * 1.194 plowing:

For if you do at this large rate, There will be many an aking pate; m 1.195 With that he took a lusty Swimmer Here Sirs (quoth he) I drink this Brimmer In kind return for our Protections, Unto Queen Dido's best Affections. n 1.196 Down went their Cups, and too't they fell, Roaring and Swaggering pell mell, o 1.197 Whilst a Blind-Harper did advance, That wore Queen Dido's Cognizance, A Minstrel that Iopas hight; Who play'd, and sung to 'um all night,

He sung them Songs, Ballads, and Catches, Of Mens Devices, Womens Patches; With antient Songs of high Renown And even one, they call'd Troy Town: At that, AEneas shak't his Noddle, As one would do an empty Bottle, (Quoth he) if he that wrote this Ditty, Had been with us i'th' midst o'th' City. When Faggot-sticks, flew in Folks Chopps, And knock't men down, as thick as Hopps, I do believe for all's fine Chiming, He would have had small mind of Riming: Yet for to give the Divell his due, Who e're he was the Ballads true.

p 1.198 From Dido then a belch did fly, 'Tis thought she meant it for a sigh, And tears ran down, her fair long Nose, The Queen was Maudlin I suppose.

q 1.199 (Quoth shee) AEneas out of Jesting, Thou needs must tell at my Requesting, All the whole Tale of Troyes Condition, Since first you troubled were with Grecian; Hectors great Fights, and Priams Speeches, And eke describe Achilles Breeches,

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How strong he was, when he did grapple, And if Tydides horse were dapple. Tell me I say of Paris Lechery, The Grecians Quarrels, and there Trechery, Your Challenges, your Fights, and Battles, And how you lost your Goods and Chattles; And to what Places you have wander'd E're since you were so basely Squander'd. All these things would I know most duly, Then tell me speedily, and truly.

FINIS.

Notes

• a 1.1

  ARma virum{que} cano,
• b 1.2

  Trojae qui primus ab oris Italiam, fato profugus, Lavinaque venit Littora
• c 1.3

  multum ille & terris jactatus, & alto
• d 1.4

  Vi Superum,—
• e 1.5

  —saevae memorem Junonis ob iram
• f 1.6

  Multa quo{que}; & bello passus, dum conderet urbem
• g 1.7

  —atque altae moenia Romae.
• i 1.8

  Musa mihi causas memora; quo Numine laeso:
• k 1.9

  Quidve dolens Regina Deum,
• l 1.10

  tot volvere casus •…•…signem pietate virum, tot adire labores •…•…pulerit?
• m 1.11

  tantaene animis coelestibus ira?
• n 1.12

  Urbs antiqua suit, Tyrii tenuere Colo•…•…i, •…•…arthago
• o 1.13

  —stuaiis asperima belli;
• p 1.14

  Quam Juno fertur terris magis omnibus unam,
• q 1.15

  Posthabitâ coluisse Samo,
• r 1.16

  hêic illius alma, Hêic currus suit
• s 1.17

  Progeniem sed eaim Trojano à sanguine duci Audierat Tyrias ol•…•…m quae verteret arces.
• t 1.18

  Id metuens,
• u 1.19

  Nec dum etiam causae irarum, saeviquae dolores Exciderant animo; •…•…manet altâ mente repostum Judicium Paridis,
• w 1.20

  Tantae molis erat Romanam condere gentem Vix è conspectu Siculae telluris, in altum, Vela dabunt laeti, et spumas salis aere ruebant.
• x 1.21

  Cum Juno, aelernum servans sub pecture vulnus, Haec secum: Mene incepto desistere victam?
• y 1.22

  Quippe vetor fatis!
• z 1.23

  Pallasne exurere classem Argivum potuit?
• a 1.24

  Ast ego, quae Divûm incedo Regina, Jovisque Et Soror, & Conjux, unâ cum gente tot annos Bella gero.
• b 1.25

  Talia flammato secum Dea corde volutans,
• c 1.26

  AEoliam venit hêic vasto rex AEolus antro Luctanteis ventos, tempestatesque sonoras Imperio premit,
• d 1.27

  Sed Pater omnipotens— —regemque dedit, qui soedere certo Et premere, et laxas sciret dare jussus habenas.
• e 1.28

  Ad quem tum Juno supplex his vocibus usa est:
• f 1.29

  AEole (namque tibi Divum pater atque hominum Rex Et mulcere dedit fluctus & tollere ventos)
• g 1.30

  Gens inimica mihi Tyrrhenum navigat aequor, Illum in Italiam partans,
• h 1.31

  Incute vim ventis, submersasque obrue puppes, Aut age diversas, & disjice corpora ponto. Sunt mihi bis septem praestanti corpore Nymphae: Quarum, quae forma pulcherrima, deiopeiam Connubio jungam stabili, propriamque dicabo:
• i 1.32

  AEolus haec contra: Tuus ô Regina quid optes Explorare labor; mihi jussa capessere fas est. Tu mihi, quodcunque hoc regni, tu sceptra, Jovemque Concilias.
• * 1.33

  Mons Sa∣lopiensis.
• k 1.34

  Hac ubi dicta cavum conversa cuspide montem Impulit in latus, ac venti, velut agmine facto, Qua data porta ruunt, & terras turbine perflant. Incubuere mari, totumque à sedibus imis.
• l 1.35

  Una Eurusque Notusque ruunt, creberque procellis Africus, & vastos volvunt ad littora fluctus. Insequitur elamorque virûm stridorque rudentum. Eripiunt subito nubes, coelumque diemque Teucrorum ex oculis, ponto nox incubat atra. Intonuere poli, & crebris micat ignibus aether, Praesentemque viris intent at omnia mortem.
• * 1.36

  By the Lightning
• m 1.37

  Ex templo AEneae solvuntur frigore membra:
• n 1.38

  Ingemit, et duplices tendens ad sidera palmas Talia voce refert:
• o 1.39

  —ô Danâum sortissime gentis Tydeide; Mene Iliacis occumbere campis Non potuisse, tuâque animam hanc effundere dextrâ: Saevus ubi AEacidae telo jacet Hecto,
• p 1.40

  Talia jactanti,
• q 1.41

  stridens Aquilone procella Velum adversa ferit, fluctusque ad sidera tollit. Franguntur remi: tum prora avertit, & undis Vat latus
• r 1.42

  Tres, Notus abreptas in saxa latentia torquet
• s 1.43

  —tres, Eurus ab alto In Brevia, & Syrteis urget, (miserabile visu)
• t 1.44

  Unam, quae Lycios, fidumque vehebat Orontem, Ipsius ante oculos, ingens a vertice pontus In puppim serit. Excutitur, pronusque Magister Volvitur in caput. Ast illam ter fluctus ibidem Torquet agens circum, & rapidus •…•…rat aequore vortex.
• u 1.45

  Apparent rari nantes in gurgite vasto, Arma virum, tabulaeque, et Troja gaza per undas.
• w 1.46

  Interea magno misceri murmure Pontum, Emissamque Hiemem sensit Neptuuus, et imis Stagna refusa vadis.
• x 1.47

  —graviter commotus, et alto Prospicie•…•…s, summâ placidum caput extulit undâ. 〈◊〉〈◊〉 AEneae 〈◊〉〈◊〉 videt aequore Classem: Fluctibus oppress•…•…s Tr•…•…as, coelique ruinâ. Nec 〈◊〉〈◊〉 doli sratrem Junonis, & 〈◊〉〈◊〉.
• y 1.48

  Eurum ad se Zephyrumque vocat, dehinc talia fatur. Tantane vos generis tenuit fiducia vestri? Jam coelum Terramque meo sine Numine Venti Miscere, & tantas audetis tollere moles? Quos ego:—sed motos proestat componere Fluctus; Post mihi non simili poena commissa luetis.
• z 1.49

  Maturate Fugam, Regique haec dicite vestro: Non illi Imperium pelagi—
• * 1.50

  Speaking to Boreas himself.
• a 1.51

  Sed mihi sorte datum. Tenet ille immania saxa, Vestras Eure domos. Illâ se jactet in. Aulâ AEolus, & clauso ventorum carcere regnet.
• b 1.52

  Sic ait, & dicto citius tumida aequora placat,
• c 1.53

  Collectasque fugat nubes, solemque reducit Cymothoe simul & Triton adnixus acuto Detrudunt naveis scopulo; levat ipse Tridenti. Et vastas aperit Syrteis, & temperat aequor
• d 1.54

  —Quae proxima littora cursu Contendunt petere.
• e 1.55

  Est in secess•…•… longo locus; Insula portum Efficit objectu laterum, quibus omnis ab alto Frangitur, inque siaus scindit sese unda reductos.
• f 1.56

  —AEneas collectis navibus omni Ex numero subit; ac magno telluris amore Egressi optatâ Troes potiuntur arenâ. Et sale tabentes artus in littore ponunt.
• g 1.57

  Ac primum Silici scintillam excudit Achates Suscepitque ignem soliis, atque arida circum Nutrimenta dedit, rapuitque in fomite flammàm. Tum Cererem, corruptam undis, Cerealiaque arma Expediunt, sessi rerum, fragesque receptas Et torrere parant flammis, & frangere saxo.
• h 1.58

  AEneas scopulum interea conscendit, & omnem Prospectum late pelago petit.
• i 1.59

  —tres littore cervos Prospicit Errantes
• k 1.60

  Constitit hic, Ar•…•…umqu; manu, cele•…•…que 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Corripuit.
• l 1.61

  Ductoresque ipsos, primum capita alta ferentes Cornibus arboreis sternit
• m 1.62

  Nec prius absistit, quam septem ingentia victor Corpora fundit humi.
• n 1.63

  —Et socios partitur in omnes.
• o 1.64

  Pars in srusta secant, virubusque trementia figunt: Littore ahena loca•…•…t alii, flammasque ministant.
• p 1.65

  Vina bon•…•…s quae deinde cadis onerarat Acestes Littore Trinacrio, dederatque abeuntibus Heros, Dividit, & dictis m•…•… entia pectora mulcet.
• q 1.66

  O socii, (neque enim ignari sumus ante malorum) •…•…pissi graviora. Da it Deus his quaque finem: •…•…s et 〈◊〉〈◊〉 rabiem, peaitus{que} so•…•…ntes •…•…ccestis scopulos; vos & Cyclopea saxa •…•…perti.
• r 1.67

  Revocate animos, moestumque timorem •…•…ite; sorsan & haec oli•…•… m•…•…minisse juvabit. 〈◊〉〈◊〉 varios casus, per •…•…ot discrimina rerum •…•…ndimus in Latium, sedes ubi sata quietas •…•…endunt.
• s 1.68

  Talia voce refert, curis{que} ingentibus ager 〈◊〉〈◊〉 vultu simulat: premit altum corde dolorem.
• t 1.69

  Implentur ve•…•…eris Bacchi, pinguis{que} ferinae.
• u 1.70

  Postquam exempta fames, epulis mensaque remota, Amissos longo socios sermone requirunt.
• x 1.71

  Svemqu•…•… metum{que} inter dubii, seu vivere credant, Sive extrema pati;
• y 1.72

  —Cum Jupiter aethere summo Despiciens mare velivolum terrasque jacentes Littora{que}—
• z 1.73

  et Lybiae defixit lumina Regnis.
• * 1.74

  See Ser∣vius upon Virgil.
• a 1.75

  Atque illum tales jactantem pectore curas Tristior, & laobrymis oculos suffusa nitentes Alloquitur Venus.
• b 1.76

  —O qui res hominumque Deumque Eternis regis Imperiis, & fulmine terres.
• c 1.77

  Quid Troes potuere? quibus tot funera passis. ••••nctus ob Italiam terrarum clauditur Orbis?
• d 1.78

  Certe hinc Romanos •…•…im, volventibus annis, Hinc sore ductores, revocato a sanguine Teucri. Qui mare, qui terras, omni ditione tenerent Pollicitus. Quae te Genitor sententia vertit?
• e 1.79

  Olli subridens hominum sator atque Deorum.
• f 1.80

  Vultu quo Coelum, Tempestates{que} serenat •…•…scula libavit Gnatae; dehinc talia fatur.
• g 1.81

  Parce metu Cytherea, manent immota tuorum •…•…ata tibi. Cernes urbem, & promissa Lavini Moenia, sublimem{que} feres ad sydera coeli Magnanimum AEneam.
• * 1.82

  See Plaut. in Amphytr.
• h 1.83

  Haec ait, & Majâ genitum demittit ab alto, •…•…t terrae, ut{que} novae pateant Carthaginis arces Hospitio Teucr•…•…s, ne fati ne scia Dido Finibus arceret. Volat ille per aëra magnum Remigio Alarum, & Lybiae citus adstitit oris
• i 1.84

  —Ponunt{que} ferocia Poeni Corda, volente D•…•…o; inprimis Regina quietum Accipit in Teucros animum, mentemque benignam.
• k 1.85

  At pius AEneas, per noctem plurima volens, •…•…t primùm lux alma data est,—
• l 1.86

  —ipse uno graditur comitatus Achate Bin•…•… manu lato crispans hastilia ferro.
• m 1.87

  Cui mater mediâ sese tulit obvia silvâ. Virginis os habitum{que} gerens.
• n 1.88

  —Heus, inquit, juvenes, monstrate mearum Vidistis siquam hîc errantem fortè sororum, Succinctam pharetra, & maculosae tegmine lyncis, •…•…ut spumantis apri cursum clamore prementem.
• o 1.89

  —Venetis contrà sic filius orsus: Nulla tuarum audita mihi, neque visa sororum. 〈◊〉〈◊〉 quàm te memorem virgo? námque haud tibi vultus Mo•…•…talis, nec vox hominam sonat: ô dea certè.
• p 1.90

  An Phoebi soror, an Nympharum sanguinis u•…•…a,
• q 1.91

  —quo sub coelo tandem, quibus orbis in oris Jactemur doceas—
• r 1.92

  Tum Venus: Haud equidem tali me dignor honore.
• s 1.93

  Punica regna vides, Tyrios, & Agenoris urbem.
• t 1.94

  Imperium Dido Tyria regit urbe profecta,
• u 1.95

  —longa est injuria, longae ambages, sed summa sequar fastigia rerum
• x 1.96

  Huic Conjux Sichaeus erat, ditissimus agri
• y 1.97

  —Ille Sichaeum Impius 〈◊〉〈◊〉 aras, atque auri caecus amore, Cla•…•…s ferro 〈◊〉〈◊〉 superat—
• z 1.98

  —aegram (Multa malus simula•…•…s) va•…•… sp•…•… lusit amantem.
• a 1.99

  Ipsa sed in so•…•…is 〈◊◊〉〈◊◊〉 imag•…•… •…•…gis, •…•…ra modis attollens pallid•…•… 〈◊〉〈◊〉:
• b 1.100

  —trajectáque pecta•…•…a 〈◊〉〈◊〉 〈◊〉〈◊〉:—
• c 1.101

  Tum celerare fugam patriáque excedere suadet, Auxiliumque viae, veteres •…•…ellure recludit The sauros, igno•…•… arge•…•…ti pondus & auri.
• d 1.102

  His commota fugam, Dido, sociósque parabat: Coveniunt, quibus aut odium crudele tyranni, Aut metus acer erat: naves quae fortè paratae, Corripiunt, ouer antque auro: portantur avari Pygmalionis opes pelago: dux foemina sacti.
• e 1.103

  Devenere locos, ubi nunc ingentia cernes Moenia, surgentémque novae Carthaginis arcem: Mercatique solum, facti de nomine •…•…yrsam, Taurino quant um possent circundare terg•…•….
• f 1.104

  Sed vos qui tandem? quibus aut venistis ab oris? Quóve tenetis iter?—.
• g 1.105

  —Quaerenti, talibus ille Suspirans, im•…•…{que} trahens à pectore vocem: O dea, si prima repetens ab origine pergam, Et vacet a•…•…ales nostrorum audire laborum: Ante diem clauso componet vesper olympo.
• h 1.106

  Nos Troja antiqua (si vestras fortè per aures Trojae nomen •…•…t—
• i 1.107

  Sum pius AEneas, rapt•…•…squi ex hoste penates Classe ve•…•…o mecum,—
• k 1.108

  Italiam quaero, patriam, & genus ab Jove summo.
• l 1.109

  Bis denis Phrygium conscendi navibus aequor, Matr•…•… dea monstrante viam, data fata sequutus: Vix septem convulsae undis, Euróque super surt.
• m 1.110

  —Nec plur a quer ontem Passa Venus medio sic interfata dolore est
• n 1.111

  Quisquis es, haud (credo) invlsus coelestibus, auras. Vitales carpis, Tyriam qui adveneris urbem.
• o 1.112

  Perge modò, atque hinc te regina ad limina perfer.
• p 1.113

  Námque tibi reduces socios, classémque relatam Nuntio—
• q 1.114

  Nifrustra augurium vani docuere parentes.
• r 1.115

  Perge modò, & qua te ducit via, dirige gressu•…•….
• s 1.116

  Dixit: & avertens rosea cervice 〈◊〉〈◊〉: Ambrosiaeq: comae divinu•…•… vertice odorem Spiravere: pedes vestis de•…•…luxit 〈◊〉〈◊〉: Et vera in•…•…essu p•…•…tuit dea, ille ubi 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Ag•…•…ovit, tali sugientem est voce seq•…•…utus.
• t 1.117

  Quid na•…•…um toties crudelis tu quoque falsis •…•…udis imaginibus? cur dextrae jungere dextram •…•…on datur, ac veras audire, & reddere voces?
• u 1.118

  At Venus obscuro gradientes aëre sepsit •…•…t multo •…•…ebulae circum dea fudit amictu: 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ne quis eos, neu quis contingere posset, •…•…olirive moram,—
• x 1.119

  Ipsa Paphum sub•…•…imis abit,—
• y 1.120

  Corripuere viam interea, qua semita monstrat: Jámque ascendebant co•…•…em, qui plurimus urbi Imminet adversas{que} aspectat desuper arces.
• z 1.121

  Miratur molem AEneas, magalia quondam:
• a 1.122

  I•…•…stant ardentes Tyrii: pars, ducere muros Molirique arcem, & manibus subvolvere saxa: Pars, aptare locum tecto, & concludere sulco.
• b 1.123

  Qualis apes aestate nova per florea rura Exercet sub sole labor,—
• c 1.124

  Lucus in urbe fuit media, laetissimus umbra:
• d 1.125

  Infert se septus nebula (mirabile dictu) Per medios, miscétque viris, neque cernitur ulli.
• e 1.126

  Hîc templum Junoni ingens Sidonia Dido Condebat—
• f 1.127

  Artificúmque manus inter se, operumque labores Miratur, videt Iliacas ex ordine pugnas, Belláque tam fama totum vulgata per orbem. At•…•…idas, Priamumque, & saevum ambobus Achillem. Constitit, & lachryma•…•…s: Quis jam locus (inquit) Achate; Quae regio in terris nostri non ple•…•…a laboris?
• g 1.128

  —videbat, uti bellantes Pergama circum Hac fugerent Graii, premeret Trojana juventus: Hac Phryges, instaret curru tristatus Achilles.
• h 1.129

  Haec dum Dardanio AE•…•…eae miranda vid•…•…n ur, Dam stupet, obtutúque haeret defixus in uno: Regina ad templum forma pulcherrima Dido Iacessit, magno juvenum stipante caterva:
• i 1.130

  Qualis in Eurotae ripis, aut per juga Cynthi Exercet Diana choros, quam mille sequutae Hinc at{que} hinc glomerantur Oreades: illa 〈◊〉〈◊〉 •…•…rt humero, gradiénsque deas supereminet omnes.
• k 1.131

  Tum fo•…•…ibus divae, media testudine templi, Septa armis, solióque alt è subnixa resedit. Ju•…•…a dabat, legésque viris, operúmque laborem Par•…•…ibus aeq•…•…bat justis, aut sorte t•…•…ahcbat.
• l 1.132

  Cum subitò AEneas concursu accedere magno A•…•…tea, Sergestúm{que} videt, fortem{que} Cloanthum, Teucrorúm{que} alios: ater quos aequore turbo Dispulerat, penitús{que} alias advexerat oras.
• m 1.133

  Obstupuit simul ipse, simul perculsus Achates:
• n 1.134

  Laetitia{que} m•…•…tu{que} avidi conju•…•…gere dextras A•…•…d 〈◊〉〈◊〉: sed res animos incognita •…•…urbat, 〈◊〉〈◊〉, & •…•…ube cava speculantur amicti, Quae •…•…ortuna vi: 〈◊〉〈◊〉:—
• o 1.135

  Postquam introgressi, & coràm data copia fandi, Maximus Ilioneus placido sic pectore coep•…•…t:
• p 1.136

  O regina, novam cui condere Jupiter urbem, Justitiáque dedit gentes fraenare superbas, Troes te miseri, ventis maria omnia vecti Ora nus, probibe insandos à navibus ignes: Parce pio generi, & propius res aspice nostras.
• q 1.137

  Non nos aut ferro Libycos populare penates Venimus aut raptas ad littora vertere praedas: Non ea vis anima, nec tanta superbia victis.
• r 1.138

  Est locus, (Hesperiam Graii cognomine dic•…•…nt) •…•…era antiqua, potens armis, atque ubere glebae; Oenotrii coluere viri: nunc fama, minores Italiam dixisse, ducis de nomine gentem; H•…•…c cursus suit.—
• s 1.139

  Cùm subitò assurgens nimbosus Orion In vada coeca tulit, penitúsque procacibus Austris, Pérque undas, superante salo, pérque invia saxa Dispulit, huc pauci vestris adnavimus oris:
• t 1.140

  Quod genus hoc hominum? quaeve hunc tam barbara morem Permi•…•…tit patria?—
• u 1.141

  Hospicio prohibemur arenae. Bella cient, prima{que} vet ant consistere terra.
• x 1.142

  Rex erat AEneas nobis: quo justior alter Nec pietate fuit, nec bello major, & armis. Quem si fata virum servant, si vescitur▪ aur•…•… AEtherea, nec adhuc crudelibus accubat umbris: Non metus: officio nec te certasse priorem 〈◊〉〈◊〉—
• y 1.143

  Quassatam ventis liceat subducere classem, Et sylvis aptare trabes, & stringere remos: Si datur Italiam, sociis, & rege recepto, Tendere, ut Italiam laeti, Latiúmque petamus:
• z 1.144

  Sin absumpta salus, & te, pater optime Teucrûm, Pontus habet Libyae, nec spes jam restat Iüli: At freto Sycaniae saltem, sedes{que} paratas, Unde huc advecti, regem{que} petamus Acestem.
• a 1.145

  Tumbreviter Dido, vultum demissa profatur: Soluice corde metum Teucri: secludite curas. Res dura, & regni novitas me talia cogu•…•… Moliri—
• a 1.146

  Quis genus 〈◊〉〈◊〉, quis Troj•…•… •…•…esciat urbem? Virtutésque, virósque, aut tanti i•…•…cendia belli? Non ob•…•…usa adeò gestamus pectora Poeui: Nec tam adversus •…•…quos Tyria sol •…•…git ab urbe:
• b 1.147

  Seu vos Hesperiam magnam, Saturnia{que} arva, Sive Erycis fines, regémque optatis Acest•…•…m, Auxilio tutos dimittam, opibúsque juvabo.
• c 1.148

  Vultis & his mecum pariter considere regnis? terbem quam statuo, vestra est: subducite naves: Tros Tyriùsque mihi nullo discrimine agetur.
• d 1.149

  Atque utinam rex ipse Noto compulsus eodem Afforet AEneas:—
• e 1.150

  —Per littora certos Limittam, & Libyae lustrare extrema jubebo, Si quibus ejectus sylvis, aut urbibus errat.
• f 1.151

  His animum arrecti dictis, & sortis Achates, Et pater AEneas, jam dudum erumpere nubem Ardebunt.—
• g 1.152

  —Prior AEneam compellat Achates. •…•…ate dea, quae nunc animo sententia surgit? Omnia tuta vides, classemseciósque receptos. Unus abest, medio in fluctu quem vidimus ipse Submersum:—
• h 1.153

  Vix ea fa•…•…us erat, cùm circumsusa repenè Scindit se nubes, & in aethera purgat apertum: Resti•…•…it AEneas, claráque in luce •…•…efulsit,
• i 1.154

  Os humerósque Deo similis; námque ipse decoram Caesari•…•…m nato genitrix, lun éaque juventae Purpureum, & laetos oculis afflarat honores:
• k 1.155

  Tum si reginam alloquitur, cunctisque repentè •…•…provisus ait: Coràm, quem quaeritis adsum •…•…ojus AEneas—
• l 1.156

  O sola insandos Troiae▪ miserata labores•…•…: Quae nos, relliquias Da•…•…aum terraej▪ maris{que}, Omnibus ex•…•…stos jam casibus, omnium eg•…•…nos, Urbe, domo socias: grates persolvere dignas No•…•… opis est nostrae, Dido: nec quicquid ubi{que} est Gentis Dardaniae, magnum quae sparsa per orbem. Dii tibi (si qua pios respectant numina, si quid Usquam justitiae est, & mens sibi conscia recti) Praemia digna serant;—
• m 1.157

  —Sic satus, amicum Ilionea petit dextra, laevaque Serestum: Post alios, fortemque Gyan; fortemque Cloanthum.
• n 1.158

  Obstupuit primo aspectu Sidonia Dido, Casu deinde viri tanto: & sic ore loquuta est:
• o 1.159

  Quis te, nate dea▪ per la•…•…t a pericula casus Insequitur! quae vis immanibus applicat oris!
• p 1.160

  Túne. •…•…lle AEneas. quem Dardanio Anchisae Alma Venus Phrygii genui•…•… S•…•…ntis ad und am?
• q 1.161

  Aque equidem Teucrum memini. Sidona venire, Finibus expulsum patriis, nova regna petentem Auxilio Beli:—
• r 1.162

  Ipse hostis Teucros insigni laude ferebat: Seque ortum antiqua Teucrorum à stirpe volebat.
• s 1.163

  Quare agite, ô tectis juvenes succedite nostri•…•… Me quoque per multos similis fortuna labores Jactatam, hac demum voluit cotsistere terra. Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco.
• t 1.164

  Sic memorat: simul AEneam in regia ducit •…•…ecta:—
• a 1.165

  Nec minus interia soci is ad littora mittit Viginti tauros, magnorum horrentia centum Te•…•… suum, pingues centum cum matribus agnos:
• b 1.166

  At domos interior regali splendida luxu Instruitur, mediisque parant convivia tectis.
• c 1.167

  Omnis in Ascanio chari stat cura parentis.
• * 1.168

  See Ser∣•…•… upon 〈◊〉〈◊〉.
• d 1.169

  AEneas rapidum ad naves praemittit Achatem, Ascanio ferat haec, ipsúmque ad moenia ducat.
• e 1.170

  Mu•…•…era praeterea Iliacis erepta ruinis Ferre jubet, pallam signis, auróque rigentem, Et circumtextum crocco velamen Acantho, Ornatus Argivae, Helenae: quos illa Mycenis, Pergama cum peteret, inconcessósque Hymenaeos▪ Extulerat.—
• f 1.171

  Praeterea sceptrum, Ilione quod gesserat clim Maxima natarum Priami, collóque monile Baccatum, & duplicem gemmis auróque coronam.
• g 1.172

  Haec celerans, iter ad naves tendebat Achates. At Cytherea novas artes, nova pectora versat Consilia—
• h 1.173

  Quippe domum timet ambiguam Tyriosque bilingues,
• i 1.174

  Urit atrox Juno—
• k 1.175

  Gnate, meae vires, mea magna potentia, solus Gnate, patris summi qui tela Typh•…•…ëa tem•…•…is; Ad te confugio, & supplex t•…•…a numina posco.
• l 1.176

  F•…•…ater ut AEneas pelag•…•…tuus omnia circum Littora jactetur, odi•…•…s Junonis i•…•…iquae, Nota tibi.—
• m 1.177

  Hunc Phoenissa tenet Dido, blandîsque moratur Vocibus: & vereor, quò se Jnnonia vertant Hospitia, h ud tanto cessabit cardine rerum.
• n 1.178

  Quocirca capere ante dolis & cingere flamma Reginam medit•…•…, ne quò se numine mutet:
• o 1.179

  —Faciem mutatus & ora Cupido Pro dulci Aseanio veniat.
• p 1.180

  Tu faciem illius noctem non amplius unam Falle dolo, & notos pueri puer indue vultus: Ut cum te gremio accipiet latissima Dido, Regales inter mensas, laticémque Lyaeum, Cum dabit amplexus, atque oscula dulcia figet, Occultum inspires ignem, sallásque veneno.
• q 1.181

  Hunc ego sopitum somno super alta Cythera •…•…t super Idalium sacratâ sede recondam.
• a 1.182

  Paret Amor dictis 〈◊〉〈◊〉 genetricis, & alas Eruit, & gressu gaudens inc•…•…dit Iuli.
• b 1.183

  At Venus Ascanio p•…•…acidam per membra quietem Irrigat, & fotum gremio dea tollit in altos Idaliae locus: ubi mollis amaracus illum Floribus, & dulci aspirans complectitur 〈◊〉〈◊〉
• c 1.184

  Jámque ibat dicto parens▪—
• d 1.185

  Cùm venit, aulaeis jam se regina superbis Aurea composuit sponda, mediámque locavit. Jam pater AEneas & jam Trojana juventus Conveniunt: strató ju•…•… super discumbitur ostro.
• e 1.186

  Quinquaginta intus famulae, quibus ordine longo Cura penum struere, & flammis adolere penates. Centum aliae, totidémque pares aetate ministri, Qui dapibus mensas enerent, & pocula ponant.
• f 1.187

  Ille, ubi complexu AEneae, collóque p•…•…pendit, Et magnum falsi implevit genitoris amorem, Reginam petit, haec oculis, haec pectore toto Haeret: & interdum gremio fovet, inscia Dido, Insidea•…•… quantus miserae deus.—
• g 1.188

  —At memor ille Matris Acidaliae, paulatim ab•…•…lere Sichaeum Incipit, & vivo tentat praevertere amore Jampridem resides animos.—
• h 1.189

  Postquam prima quies epulis, mens•…•…que remotae: Crateras magnos statuunt, & vina coronant.
• i 1.190

  Hic r•…•…gina gravem gemmis, qu•…•…óque poposcit, Impl•…•…visque morg pateram: quam Belus, & omnes A Belo soli•…•…i—
• k 1.191

  Adsis laetitiae Bacchus dator, & 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Iuno: Et vos ô coetum Tyrii celebrate saventes.
• l 1.192

  Dixit, & in mensa laticum libavit honorem: Prima•…•… libato summo tenus at•…•…igit ore.
• * 1.193

  Aliàs K•…•…ly.
• * 1.194

  Ending one and Beginning •…•…nother.
• m 1.195

  —Ille impiger hau•…•…it Spumantem pateram, & pleno se poluit auro.
• n 1.196

  Pòst alii proceres,
• o 1.197

  cithara crinitus Iopas Personat aurata, docuit quae maximus Atlas. Hic canit errantem Lunam.—
• p 1.198

  In•…•…elix Dido, longúmque bibebat amorem.
• q 1.199

  Multa super Priamo rogitans, super Hectore multa▪ Nunc quibus Auro•…•…ae venisset •…•…itius armis; Nunc quales Diomedis equi, nunc quantus Achilles: Immo age, & à prima dic hospes origine nobis Insidias, inquit, Danaûm, casúsque tuorum, Errorésque tuos.—