The works of Virgil containing his Pastorals, Georgics and Aeneis : adorn'd with a hundred sculptures / translated into English verse by Mr. Dryden.

The Eleventh Book of the Aeneis.

The Argument.

Aeneas erects a Trophy of the Spoils of Mezentius; grants a Truce for burying the dead; and sends home the Body of Pallas with great Solemnity. Latinus calls a Council to propose offers of Peace to Aeneas, which occasions great Animosity betwixt Tur∣nus and Drances: In the mean time there is a sharp Engage∣ment of the Horse; wherein Camilla signalizes her self; is kill'd: And the Latine Troops are entirely defeated.

SCarce had the rosie Morning rais'd her Head Above the Waves, and left her wat'ry Bed; The Pious Chief, whom double Cares attend For his unbury'd Souldiers, and his Friend: Yet first to Heav'n perform'd a Victor's Vows;Line 5 He bar'd an ancient Oak of all her Boughs: Then on a rising Ground the Trunk he plac'd; Which with the Spoils of his dead Foe he grac'd. The Coat of Arms by proud Mezentius worn, Now on a naked Snag in Triumph born,Line 10 Was hung on high; and glitter'd from afar: A Trophy sacred to the God of War. Above his Arms, fix'd on the leafless Wood, Appear'd his Plumy Crest, distilling Blood; His brazen Buckler on the left was seen;Line 15 Trunchions of shiver'd Lances hung between: And on the right was plac'd his Corslet, bor'd; And to the Neck was ty'd his unavailing Sword. A Crowd of Chiefs inclose the Godlike Man: Who thus, conspicuous in the midst, began.Line 20

Our Toils, my Friends, are crown'd with sure Success: The greater Part perform'd, atchieve the less.

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To y^e Right Noble Charles Duke of Shrensbury Marquis of Alton Earle of Shrensbury Wexford & Water-ford, Baron Talbot Strange of Blackmere Gifford of Brimsfield &^ct One of the Lords of his Ma.^ties most Hon.^ble Privy Councill Principall Secretary of State, and Knight of y^e most Noble Order of the Garter.

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Now follow chearful to the trembling Town; Press but an Entrance, and presume it won. Fear is no more: For fierce Mezentius lies,Line 25 As the first Fruits of War, a Sacrifice. Turnus shall fall extended on the Plain; And in this Omen is already slain. Prepar'd in Arms pursue your happy Chance; That none unwarn'd may plead his Ignorance:Line 30 And I, at Heav'n's appointed Hour, may find Your warlike Ensigns waving in the Wind. Mean time the Rites and Fun'ral Pomps prepare, Due to your dead Companions of the War: The last Respect the living can bestow,Line 35 To shield their Shadows from Contempt below. That conquer'd Earth be theirs for which they fought; And which for us with their own blood they bought. But first the Corps of our unhappy Friend, To the sad City of Evander send:Line 40 Who not inglorious in his Ages bloom Was hurry'd hence by too severe a Doom.

Thus, weeping while he spoke, he took his Way, Where, new in Death, lamented Pallas lay: Acaetes watch'd the Corps; whose Youth deserv'dLine 45 The Father's Trust, and now the Son he serv'd With equal Faith, but less auspicious Care: Th' Attendants of the slain, his Sorrow share. A Troop of Trojans mix'd with these appear, And mourning Matrons with dishevell'd Hair.Line 50 Soon as the Prince appears, they raise a Cry; All beat their Breasts, and Echoes rend the Sky. They rear his drooping Forehead from the Ground; But when Aeneas view'd the grisly Wound Which Pallas in his Manly Bosom bore,Line 55 And the fair Flesh distain'd with Purple Gore:

First, melting into Tears, the pious Man Deplor'd so sad a sight, then thus began.

Unhappy Youth! When Fortune gave the rest Of my full Wishes, she refus'd the best!Line 60 She came; but brought not thee along; to bless My longing Eyes, and share in my Success: She grudg'd thy safe Return the Triumphs due To prosp'rous Valour, in the publick View. Not thus I promis'd, when thy Father lentLine 65 Thy needful Succour with a sad Consent; Embrac'd me parting for th' Etrurian Land, And sent me to possess a large Command. He warn'd, and from his own Experience told, Our Foes were warlike, disciplin'd, and bold:Line 70 And now perhaps, in hopes of thy return, Rich Odours on his loaded Altars burn; While we, with vain officious Pomp, prepare To send him back his Portion of the War; A bloody breathless Body: which can oweLine 75 No farther Debt, but to the Pow'rs below. The wretched Father, e're his Race is run, Shall view the Fun'ral Honours of his Son. These are my Triumphs of the Latian War; Fruits of my plighted Faith, and boasted Care.Line 80 And yet, unhappy Sire, thou shalt not see A Son, whose Death disgrac'd his Ancestry: Thou shalt not blush, old Man, however griev'd: Thy Pallas no dishonest Wound receiv'd. He dy'd no Death to make thee wish, too late,Line 85 Thou hadst not liv'd to see his shameful Fate: But what a Champion has th' Ausonian Coast, And what a Friend hast thou, Ascanius, lost!

Thus having mourn'd, he gave the Word around, To raise the lifeless Body from the Ground;Line 90

And chose a thousand Horse, the flow'r of all His warlike Troops, to wait the Funeral: To bear him back, and share Evander's Grief; (A well becoming, but a weak Relief.) Of Oaken Twigs they twist an easie Bier;Line 95 Then on their Shoulders the sad Burden rear. The Body on this Rural Herse is born, Strewd Leaves and Funeral Greens the Bier adorn. All pale he lies, and looks a lovely Flow'r, New cropt by Virgin Hands, to dress the Bow'r;Line 100 Unfaded yet, but yet unfed below, No more to Mother Earth or the green Stem shall owe. Then two fair Vests, of wond'rous Work and Cost, Of Purple woven, and with Gold emboss'd, For Ornament the Trojan Heroe brought,Line 105 Which with her Hands Sidonian Dido wrought. One Vest array'd the Corps, and one they spread O're his clos'd Eyes, and wrap'd around his Head: That when the yellow Hair in Flame shou'd fall, The catching Fire might burn the Golden Caul.Line 110 Besides, the Spoils of Foes in Battel slain, When he descended on the Latian Plain: Arms, Trappings, Horses, by the Herse are led In long Array, (th' Atchievments of the Dead.) Then, pinion'd with their hands behind, appearLine 115 Th' unhappy Captives, marching in the Rear: Appointed Off'rings in the Victor's Name, To sprinkle with their Blood, the Fun'ral Flame. Inferior Trophees by the Chiefs are born; Gantlets and Helms, their heads and hands adorn:Line 120 And fair Inscriptions fix'd, and Titles read, Of Latian Leaders conquer'd by the Dead.

Acaetes on his Pupil's Corps attends, With feeble Steps; supported by his Friends: Line 125

Pausing at ev'ry Pace; in Sorrow drown'd,Line 125 Betwixt their Arms he sinks upon the Ground. Where grov'ling, while he lies in deep Despair, He beats his Breast, and rends his hoary Hair. The Champion's Chariot next is seen to rowl, Besmear'd with hostile blood, and honourably foul.Line 130 To close the Pomp, Aethon, the Steed of State, Is led, the Fun'rals of his Lord to wait. Stripp'd of his Trappings, with a sullen Pace He walks, and the big Tears run rolling down his Face. The Lance of Pallas, and the Crimson Crest,Line 135 Are born behind; the Victor seiz'd the rest. The March begins: The Trumpets hoarsly sound, The Pikes and Lances trail along the Ground. Thus while the Trojan and Arcadian Horse, To Pallantean Tow'rs direct their Course,Line 140 In long Procession rank'd; the pious Chief Stop'd in the Rear, and gave a vent to Grief. The publick Care, he said, which War attends Diverts our present Woes, at least suspends: Peace with the Manes of great Pallas dwell;Line 145 Hail holy Relicks, and a last farewel! He said no more, but inly though he mourn'd, Restrain'd his Tears, and to the Camp return'd.

Now Suppliants, from Laurentum sent, demand A Truce, with Olive Branches in their hand.Line 150 Obtest his Clemency, and from the Plain Beg leave to draw the Bodies of their slain. They plead, that none those common Rites deny To conquer'd Foes, that in fair Battel dye. All cause of Hate was ended in their Death;Line 155 Nor cou'd he War with Bodies void of Breath. A King, they hop'd, wou'd hear a King's Request: Whose Son he once was call'd, and once his Guest.

Their Suit, which was too just to be deny'd, The Heroe grants, and farther thus reply'd:Line 160 O Latian Princes, how severe a Fate In causeless Quarrels has involv'd your State! And arm'd against an unoffending Man, Who sought your Friendship e're the War began! You beg a Truce, which I wou'd gladly give,Line 165 Not only for the slain, but those who live. I came not hether but by Heav'n's Command, And sent by Fate to share the Latian Land. Nor wage I Wars unjust; your King deny'd My proffer'd Friendship, and my promis'd Bride.Line 170 Left me for Turnus; Turnus then should try His Cause in Arms, to Conquer or to dye. My Right and his are in dispute: The slain Fell without fault, our Quarrel to maintain. In equal Arms let us alone contend;Line 175 And let him vanquish, whom his Fates befriend. This is the way, so tell him, to possess The Royal Virgin, and restore the Peace. Bear this my Message back; with ample leave That your slain Friends may Fun'ral Rites receive.Line 180

Thus having said, th' Embassadors amaz'd, Stood mute a while, and on each other gaz'd: Drances, their Chief, who harbour'd in his Breast Long hate to Turnus, as his Foe profess'd, Broke silence first, and to the Godlike Man,Line 185 With graceful action bowing, thus began.

Auspicious Prince, in Arms a mighty Name, But yet whose Actions far transcend your Fame; Wou'd I your Justice or your Force express, Thought can but equal; and all Words are less:Line 190 Your Answer we shall thankfully relate, And Favours granted to the Latian State:

If wish'd Success our Labour shall attend, Think Peace concluded, and the King your Friend: Let Turnus leave the Realm to your Command;Line 195 And seek Alliance in some other Land: Build you the City which your Fates assign; We shall be proud in the great Work to join.

Thus Drances; and his Words so well perswade The rest impower'd, that soon a Truce is made.Line 200 Twelve days the term allow'd: And during those, Latians and Trojans, now no longer Foes, Mix'd in the Woods, for Fun'ral Piles prepare, To fell the Timber, and forget the War. Loud Axes thro' the groaning Groves resound:Line 205 Oak, Mountain Ash, and Poplar, spread the Ground: Firrs fall from high: And some the Trunks receive, In Loaden Wains, with Wedges some they cleave. And now the Fatal News, by Fame is blown Thro' the short Circuit of th' Arcadian Town,Line 210 Of Pallas slain: By Fame, which just before His Triumphs on distended Pinions bore. Rushing from out the Gate, the People stand, Each with a Fun'ral Flambeau in his hand: Wildly they stare, distracted with amaze:Line 215 The Fields are lighten'd with a fiery blaze, That cast a sullen Splendor on their Friends, (The marching Troop which their dead Prince attends.) Both Parties meet: They raise a doleful Cry: The Matrons from the Walls with shrieks reply;Line 220 And their mix'd mourning rends the vaulted Sky. The Town is fill'd with Tumult and with Tears; Till the loud Clamours reach Evander's Ears: Forgetful of his State, he runs along, With a disorder'd pace, and cleaves the Throng:Line 225

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Falls on the Corps, and groaning there he lies, With silent Grief that speaks but at his Eyes: Short Sighs and Sobs succeed; 'till Sorrow breaks A Passage, and at once he weeps and speaks.

O Pallas! thou hast fail'd thy plighted Word!Line 230 To fight with Caution, not to tempt the Sword: I warn'd thee, but in vain; for well I knew What Perils youthful Ardour wou'd pursue: That boiling Blood wou'd carry thee too far; Young as thou wert in Dangers, raw to War!Line 235 O curst Essay of Arms, disast'rous Doom, Prelude of bloody Fields, and Fights to come! Hard Elements of unauspicious War, Vain Vows to Heav'n, and unavailing Care! Thrice happy thou, dear Partner of my Bed,Line 240 Whose holy Soul the Stroke of Fortune fled: Praescious of Ills, and leaving me behind, To drink the Dregs of Life by Fate assign'd. Beyond the Goal of Nature I have gon; My Pallas late set out, but reach'd too soon.Line 245 If, for my League against th' Ausonian State, Amidst their Weapons I had found my Fate, (Deserv'd from them,) then I had been return'd A breathless Victor, and my Son had mourn'd. Yet will I not my Trojan Friend upbraid,Line 250 Nor grudge th' Alliance I so gladly made. 'Twas not his Fault my Pallas fell so young, But my own Crime for having liv'd too long. Yet, since the Gods had destin'd him to dye, At least he led the way to Victory:Line 255 First for his Friends he won the fatal Shore, And sent whole Herds of slaughter'd Foes before: A Death too great, too glorious to deplore.

Nor will I add new Honours to thy Grave; Content with those the Trojan Heroe gave.Line 260 That Funeral Pomp thy Phrygian Friends design'd; In which the Tuscan Chiefs, and Army join'd: Great Spoils, and Trophees gain'd by thee, they bear: Then let thy own Atchievments be thy share. Even thou, O Turnus, hadst a Trophy stood,Line 265 Whose mighty Trunk had better grac'd the Wood, If Pallas had arriv'd, with equal length Of Years, to match thy Bulk with equal Strength. But why, unhappy Man, dost thou detain These Troops, to view the Tears thou shedst in vain!Line 270 Go, Friends, this Message to your Lord relate; Tell him, that if I bear my bitter Fate, And after Pallas Death, live ling'ring on, 'Tis to behold his Vengeance for my Son. I stay for Turnus; whose devoted HeadLine 275 Is owing to the living and the dead: My Son and I expect it from his Hand; 'Tis all that he can give, or we demand. Joy is no more: But I would gladly go, To greet my Pallas with such News below.Line 280

The Morn had now dispell'd the Shades of Night; Restoring Toils, when she restor'd the Light: The Trojan King, and Tuscan Chief, command To raise the Piles, along the winding Strand: Their Friends convey the dead to Fun'ral Fires;Line 285 Black smould'ring Smoke from the green Wood expires; The Light of Heav'n is choak'd, and the new Day retires. Then thrice around the kindled Piles they go: (For ancient Custom had ordain'd it so) Thrice Horse and Foot about the Fires are led,Line 290 And thrice with loud Laments they hail the dead.

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Tears trickling down their Breasts bedew the Ground; And Drums and Trumpets mix their mournful Sound. Amid the Blaze, their pious Brethren throw The Spoils, in Battel taken from the Foe:Line 295 Helms, Bitts emboss'd, and Swords of shining Steel; One casts a Target, one a Chariot Wheel: Some to their Fellows their own Arms restore; The Fauchions which in luckless Fight they bore: Their Bucklers pierc'd, their Darts bestow'd in vain,Line 300 And shiver'd Lances gather'd from the Plain. Whole Herds of offer'd Bulls about the Fire, And bristled Boars, and wooly Sheep expire. Around the Piles a careful Troop attends, To watch the wasting Flames, and weep their burning Friends.Line 305 Ling'ring along the Shore, 'till dewy Night, New decks the Face of Heav'n with starry Light.

The conquer'd Latians, with like Pious Care, Piles without number for their Dead prepare; Part, in the Places where they fell, are laid;Line 310 And part are to the neighb'ring Fields convey'd. The Corps of Kings, and Captains of Renown, Born off in State, are bury'd in the Town: The rest, unhonour'd, and without a Name, Are cast a common heap to feed the Flame.Line 315 Trojans and Latians vie with like desires: To make the Field of Battel shine with Fires: And the promiscuous Blaze to Heav'n aspires.

Now had the Morning thrice renew'd the Light, And thrice dispell'd the Shadows of the Night;Line 320 When those who round the wasted Fires remain, Perform the last sad Office to the slain: They rake the yet warm Ashes, from below; These, and the Bones unburn'd, in Earth bestow: Line 325

These Relicks with their Country Rites they grace;Line 325 And raise a mount of Turf to mark the place.

But in the Palace of the King, appears A Scene more solemn, and a Pomp of Tears. Maids, Matrons, Widows, mix their common Moans: Orphans their Sires, and Sires lament their Sons.Line 330 All in that universal Sorrow share, And curse the Cause of this unhappy War. A broken League, a Bride unjustly sought, A Crown usurp'd, which with their Blood is bought! These are the Crimes, with which they load the NameLine 335 Of Turnus, and on him alone exclaim. Let him, who lords it o're th' Ausonian Land, Engage the Trojan Heroe hand to hand: His is the Gain, our Lot is but to serve: 'Tis just, the sway he seeks, he shoud deserve.Line 340 This Drances aggravates; and adds, with spight, His Foe expects, and dares him to the Fight. Nor Turnus wants a Party to support His Cause and Credit, in the Latian Court. His former Acts secure his present Fame;Line 345 And the Queen shades him with her mighty Name.

While thus their factious Minds with Fury burn; The Legats from th' Aetolian Prince return: Sad News they bring, that after all the Cost, And Care employ'd, their Embassy is lost:Line 350 That Diomede refus'd his Aid in War; Unmov'd with Presents, and as deaf to Pray'r. Some new Alliance must elswhere be sought; Or Peace with Troy on hard Conditions bought.

Latinus, sunk in Sorrow, finds too late,Line 355 A Foreign Son is pointed out by Fate: And till Aeneas shall Lavinia wed, The wrath of Heav'n is hov'ring o're his Head.

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Rem nulli obscuram nostrae nec vocis egentem Consulis Ô bone Rex Cuncti se scire fatentur Quid fortuna ferat populi sed dicere mussant Det libertatem fande flatusque remittat Cujus ob auspicum infaustum moresque sinistros Dicam equidem licet arma mihi mortemque minetur Lumina tot cecidisse ducum totamque videmus Consedisse urbem luctu

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The Gods, he saw, espous'd the juster side, When late their Titles in the Field were try'd:Line 360 Witness the fresh Laments, and Fun'ral Tears undry'd.

Thus, full of anxious Thought, he summons all The Latian Senate to the Council Hall: The Princes come, commanded by their Head, And crowd the Paths that to the Palace lead.Line 365 Supream in Pow'r, and reverenc'd for his Years, He takes the Throne, and in the midst appears: Majestically sad, he sits in State, And bids his Envoys their Success relate.

When Venulus began, the murmuring SoundLine 370 Was hush'd, and sacred Silence reign'd around. We have, said he, perform'd your high Command; And pass'd with Peril a long Tract of Land: We reach'd the Place desir'd, with Wonder fill'd, The Grecian Tents, and rising Tow'rs beheld.Line 375 Great Diomede has compass'd round with Walls The City, which Argyripa he calls; From his own Argos nam'd: We touch'd, with Joy, The Royal Hand that raz'd unhappy Troy. When introduc'd, our Presents first we bring,Line 380 Then crave an instant Audience from the King: His Leave obtain'd, our Native Soil we name; And tell th' important Cause for which we came. Attentively he heard us, while we spoke; Then, with soft Accents, and a pleasing Look,Line 385 Made this return. Ausonian Race, of old Renown'd for Peace, and for an Age of Gold, What Madness has your alter'd Minds possess'd, To change for War hereditary Rest? Sollicite Arms unknown, and tempt the Sword,Line 390 (A needless Ill your Ancestors abhorr'd?)

We; (for my self I speak, and all the Name Of Grecians, who to Troy's Destruction came;) Omitting those who were in Battel slain, Or born by rowling Simois to the Main:Line 395 Not one but suffer'd, and too dearly bought The Prize of Honour which in Arms he sought. Some doom'd to Death, and some in Exile driv'n, Out-casts, abandon'd by the Care of Heav'n: So worn, so wretched, so despis'd a Crew,Line 400 As ev'n old Priam might with Pity view. Witness the Vessels by Minerva toss'd In Storms, the vengeful Capharaean Coast; Th' Eubaean Rocks! The Prince, whose Brother led Our Armies to revenge his injur'd Bed,Line 405 In Egypt lost; Ulysses, with his Men, Have seen Charybdis, and the Cyclops Den: Why shou'd I name Idomeneus, in vain Restor'd to Scepters, and expell'd again? Or young Achilles by his Rival slain?Line 410 Ev'n he, the King of Men, the foremost Name Of all the Greeks, and most renown'd by Fame, The proud Revenger of another's Wife, Yet by his own Adult'ress lost his Life: Fell at his Threshold, and the Spoils of Troy,Line 415 The foul Polluters of his Bed enjoy. The Gods have envy'd me the sweets of Life, My much lov'd Country, and my more lov'd Wife: Banish'd from both, I mourn; while in the Sky Transform'd to Birds, my lost Companions fly:Line 420 Hov'ring about the Coasts they make their Moan; And cuff the Cliffs with Pinions not their own. What squalid Spectres, in the dead of Night, Break my short Sleep, and skim before my sight! Line 425

I might have promis'd to my self those Harms,Line 425 Mad as I was, when I with Mortal Arms Presum'd against Immortal Pow'rs to move; And violate with Wounds the Queen of Love. Such Arms, this Hand shall never more employ; No Hate remains with me to ruin'd Troy.Line 430 I war not with its Dust; nor am I glad To think of past Events, or good or bad. Your Presents I return: What e're you bring To buy my Friendship, send the Trojan King. We met in fight, I know him to my Cost;Line 435 With what a whirling force his Lance he toss'd: Heav'ns what a spring was in his Arm, to throw: How high he held his Shield, and rose at ev'ry blow! Had Troy produc'd two more, his Match in Might, They would have chang'd the Fortune of the Fight:Line 440 Th' Invasion of the Greeks had been return'd: Our Empire wasted, and our Cities burn'd. The long Defence the Trojan People made, The War protracted, and the Siege delay'd, Were due to Hector's and this Heroe's hand:Line 445 Both brave alike, and equal in Command; Aeneas, not inferior in the Field, In pious reverence to the Gods, excell'd. Make peace, ye Latians, and avoid with Care Th' impending Dangers of a fatal War.Line 450 He said no more; but with this cold Excuse, Refus'd th' Alliance, and advis'd a Truce.

Thus Venulus concluded his Report. A Jarring Murmur fill'd the factious Court: As when a Torrent rowls with rapid force,Line 455 And dashes o're the Stones that stop the Course; The Flood, constrain'd within a scanty space, Roars horrible along th' uneasie race:

White foam in gath'ring Eddies floats around: The rocky Shores rebellow to the sound.Line 460 The Murmur ceas'd: Then from his lofty Throne The King invok'd the Gods, and thus begun. I wish, ye Latins, what we now debate Had been resolv'd before it was too late: Much better had it been for you and me,Line 465 Unforc'd by this our last Necessity, To have been earlier wise; than now to call A Council, when the Foe surrounds the Wall. O Citizens! we wage unequal War, With men, not only Heav'n's peculiar Care,Line 470 But Heav'n's own Race: Unconquer'd in the Field, Or Conquer'd, yet unknowing how to yield. What Hopes you had in Diomede, lay down: Our Hopes must center on our selves alone. Yet those how feeble, and, indeed, how vain,Line 475 You see too well; nor need my Words explain. Vanquish'd without ressource; laid flat by Fate, Factions within, a Foe without the Gate; Not but I grant, that all perform'd their parts, With manly Force, and with undaunted Hearts:Line 480 With our united Strength the War we wag'd; With equal Numbers, equal Arms engag'd: You see th' Event.—Now hear what I propose, To save our Friends, and satisfie our Foes: A Tract of Land the Latins have possess'dLine 485 Along the Tyber, stretching to the West, Which now Rutulians and Auruncans till: And their mix'd Cattle graze the fruitful Hill; Those Mountains fill'd with Firs, that lower Land, If you consent, the Trojan shall Command.Line 490 Call'd into part of what is ours; and there, On terms agreed, the common Country share.

There let 'em build, and settle if they please; Unless they chuse once more to cross the Seas, In search of Seats remote from Italy;Line 495 And from unwelcome Inmates set us free. Then twice ten Gallies let us build with Speed, Or twice as many more, if more they need; Materials are at hand: A well-grown Wood Runs equal with the Margin of the Flood:Line 500 Let them the Number, and the Form assign; The Care and Cost of all the Stores be mine. To treat the Peace, a hundred Senators Shall be commission'd hence with ample Pow'rs; With Olive crown'd: The Presents they shall bear,Line 505 A Purple Robe, a Royal Iv'ry Chair; And all the marks of Sway that Latian Monarchs wear; And Sums of Gold. Among your selves debate This great Affair, and save the sinking State.

Then Drances took the word; who grudg'd, long since,Line 510 The rising Glories of the Daunian Prince. Factious and rich, bold at the Council Board, But cautious in the Field, he shun'd the Sword; A closs Caballer, and Tongue-valiant Lord. Noble his Mother was, and near the Throne,Line 515 But what his Father's Parentage, unknown. He rose, and took th' Advantage of the Times, To load young Turnus with invidious Crimes.

Such Truths, O King, said he, your Words contain, As strike the Sence, and all Replies are vain.Line 520 Nor are your Loyal Subjects now to seek What common Needs require; but fear to speak. Let him give leave of Speech, that haughty Man, Whose Pride this unauspicious War began: For whose Ambition (let me dare to say,Line 525 Fear set apart, tho' Death is in my Way)

The Plains of Latium run with Blood arround; So many Valiant Heros bite the Ground: Dejected Grief in ev'ry Face appears; A Town in Mourning, and a Land in Tears.Line 530 While he th' undoubted Author of our Harms, The Man who menaces the Gods with Arms, Yet, after all his Boasts, forsook the Fight, And sought his safety in ignoble Flight.

Now, best of Kings, since you propose to sendLine 535 Such bounteous Presents to your Trojan Friend; Add yet a greater at our joint Request, One which he values more than all the rest; Give him the fair Lavinia for his Bride: With that Alliance let the League be ty'd:Line 540 And for the bleeding Land a lasting Peace provide. Let Insolence no longer awe the Throne, But with a Father's Right bestow your own. For this Maligner of the general Good, If still we fear his Force, he must be woo'd:Line 545 His haughty Godhead we with Pray'rs implore, Your Scepter to release, and our just Rights restore. O cursed Cause of all our Ills, must we Wage Wars unjust, and fall in Fight for thee! What right hast thou to rule the Latian State,Line 550 And send us out to meet our certain Fate? 'Tis a destructive War; from Turnus Hand Our Peace and publick safety we demand. Let the fair Bride to the brave Chief remain; If not, the Peace without the Pledge is vain.Line 555 Turnus, I know you think me not your Friend, Nor will I much with your Belief contend: I beg your Greatness not to give the Law In others Realms, but, beaten, to withdraw. Line 560

Pity your own, or pity our Estate;Line 560 Nor twist our Fortunes with your sinking Fate. Your Interest is the War shou'd never cease; But we have felt enough, to wish the Peace: A Land exhausted to the last remains, Depopulated Towns, and driven Plains.Line 565 Yet, if desire of Fame, and thirst of Pow'r, A Beauteous Princess, with a Crown in Dow'r, So fire your Mind, in Arms assert your Right; And meet your Foe, who dares you to the Fight. Mankind, it seems, is made for you alone;Line 570 We, but the Slaves who mount you to the Throne: A base ignoble Crowd, without a Name, Unwept, unworthy of the Fun'ral Flame: By Duty bound to forfeit each his Life, That Turnus may possess a Royal Wife.Line 575 Permit not, Mighty Man, so mean a Crew Shou'd share such Triumphs; and detain from you The Post of Honour, your unquestion'd Due: Rather alone your matchless Force employ; To merit, what alone you must enjoy.Line 580

These Words, so full of Malice, mix'd with Art, Inflam'd with Rage the youthful Hero's Heart. Then groaning from the bottom of his Breast, He heav'd for Wind, and thus his Wrath express'd. You, Drances, never want a Stream of Words,Line 585 Then, when the Publick Need requires our Swords. First in the Council-hall to steer the State; And ever foremost at a Tongue debate. While our strong Walls secure us from the Foe, E're yet with Blood our Ditches overflow:Line 590 But let the potent Orator declaim, And with the brand of Coward blot my Name;

Free Leave is giv'n him, when his fatal Hand Has cover'd with more Corps the sanguine Strand; And high as mine his tow'ring Trophees stand.Line 595 If any Doubt remains who dares the most, Let us decide it at the Trojans cost: And issue both abrest, where Honour calls; Foes are not far to seek without the Walls. Unless his noisie Tongue can only fight;Line 600 And Feet were giv'n him but to speed his Flight. I beaten from the Field? I forc'd away? Who, but so known a Dastard, dares to say? Had he but ev'n beheld the Fight, his Eyes Had witness'd for me what his Tongue denies:Line 605 What heaps of Trojans by this Hand were slain, And how the bloody Tyber swell'd the Main. All saw, but he, th' Arcadian Troops retire, In scatter'd Squadrons, and their Prince expire. The Gyant Brothers, in their Camp, have foundLine 610 I was not forc'd with ease to quit my Ground. Not such the Trojans try'd me, when inclos'd, I singly their united Arms oppos'd: First forc'd an Entrance thro' their thick Array; Then, glutted with their Slaughter, freed my Way.Line 615 'Tis a destructive War? So let it be, But to the Phrygian Pirate, and to thee. Mean time proceed to fill the People's Ears With false Reports, their Minds with panick Fears: Extol the Strength of a twice conquer'd Race,Line 620 Our Foes encourage, and our Friends debase. Believe thy Fables, and the Trojan Town Triumphant stands, the Grecians are o'rethrown: Suppliant at Hector's Feet Achilles lyes; And Diomede from fierce Aeneas flies.Line 625

Say rapid Aufidus with awful Dread Runs backward from the Sea, and hides his Head, When the great Trojan on his Bank appears: For that's as true as thy dissembl'd Fears Of my Revenge: Dismiss that Vanity,Line 630 Thou, Drances, art below a Death from me. Let that vile Soul in that vile Body rest; The Lodging is well worthy of the Guest.

Now, Royal Father, to the present state Of our Affairs, and of this high Debate;Line 635 If in your Arms thus early you diffide, And think your Fortune is already try'd; If one Defeat has brought us down so low; As never more in Fields to meet the Foe; Then I conclude for Peace: 'Tis time to treat,Line 640 And lye like Vassals at the Victor's Feet. But oh, if any ancient Blood remains, One drop of all our Father's in our Veins; That Man would I prefer before the rest, Who dar'd his Death with an undaunted Breast;Line 645 Who comely fell, by no dishonest Wound, To shun that Sight; and dying gnaw'd the Ground. But if we still have fresh Recruits in store, If our Confederates can afford us more; If the contended Field we bravely fought;Line 650 And not a bloodless Victory was bought: Their Losses equall'd ours, and for their slain, With equal Fires they fill'd the shining Plain; Why thus unforc'd shou'd we so tamely yield; And e're the Trumpet sounds, resign the Field?Line 655 Good unexpected, Evils unforeseen, Appear by Turns, as Fortune shifts the Scene: Some, rais'd aloft, come tumbling down amain; Then fall so hard, they bound and rise again. Line 660

If Diomede refuse his Aid to lend,Line 660 The great Messapus yet remains our Friend: Tolumnius, who foretels Events, is ours; Th' Italian Chiefs, and Princes, joyn their Pow'rs: Nor least in Number, nor in Name the last, Your own brave Subjects have your Cause embrac'd.Line 665 Above the rest, the Volscian Amazon Contains an Army in her self alone: And heads a Squadron, terrible to sight, With glitt'ring Shields, in Brazen Armour bright. Yet if the Foe a single Fight demand,Line 670 And I alone the Publick Peace withstand; If you consent, he shall not be refus'd, Nor find a Hand to Victory unus'd. This new Achilles, let him take the Field, With fated Armour, and Vulcanian Shield;Line 675 For you, my Royal Father, and my Fame, I, Turnus, not the least of all my Name, Devote my Soul. He calls me hand to hand, And I alone will answer his Demand. Drances shall rest secure, and neither shareLine 680 The Danger, nor divide the Prize of War.

While they debate; nor these nor those will yield; Aeneas draws his Forces to the Field: And moves his Camp. The Scouts, with flying Speed Return, and thro' the frighted City spreadLine 685 Th' unpleasing News, the Trojans are descry'd, In Battel marching by the River side; And bending to the Town. They take th' Allarm, Some tremble, some are bold, all in Confusion arm. Th' impetuous Youth press forward to the Field;Line 690 They clash the Sword, and clatter on the Shield: The fearful Matrons raise a screaming Cry; Old feeble Men with fainter Groans reply: A jarring Sound results, and mingles in the Sky. Line 695

Like that of Swans remurm'ring to the Floods;Line 695 Or Birds of diff'ring kinds in hollow Woods. Turnus th' occasion takes, and cries aloud, Talk on, ye quaint Haranguers of the Crowd: Declaim in praise of Peace, when Danger calls; And the fierce Foes in Arms approach the Walls.Line 700 He said, and turning short, with speedy Pace, Casts back a scornful Glance, and quits the Place.

Thou, Volusus, the Volscian Troops command To mount; and lead thy self our Ardean Band. Messapus, and Catillus, post your ForceLine 705 Along the Fields, to charge the Trojan Horse. Some guard the Passes, others man the Wall; Drawn up in Arms, the rest attend my Call.

They swarm from ev'ry Quarter of the Town; And with disorder'd haste the Rampires crown.Line 710 Good old Latinus, when he saw, too late, The gath'ring Storm, just breaking on the State, Dismiss'd the Council, 'till a fitter time. And own'd his easie Temper as his Crime: Who, forc'd against his reason, had comply'dLine 715 To break the Treaty for the promis'd Bride.

Some help to sink new Trenches, others aid To ram the Stones, or raise the Palisade. Hoarse Trumpets sound th' Alarm: Around the Walls Runs a distracted Crew, whom their last Labour calls.Line 720 A sad Procession in the Streets is seen, Of Matrons that attend the Mother Queen: High in her Chair she sits, and at her side, With downcast Eyes appears the fatal Bride. They mount the Cliff, where Pallas's Temple stands;Line 725 Pray'rs in their Mouths, and Presents in their Hands: With Censers, first they fume the sacred Shrine; Then in this common Supplication joyn.

O Patroness of Arms, unspotted Maid, Propitious hear, and lend thy Latins Aid:Line 730 Break short the Pirat's Lance; pronounce his Fate, And lay the Phrygian low before the Gate. Now Turnus arms for Fight: His Back and Breast, Well temper'd Steel, and scaly Brass invest: The Cuishes, which his brawny Thighs infold,Line 735 Are mingled Metal damask'd o're with Gold. His faithful Fauchion sits upon his side; Nor Casque, nor Crest, his manly Features hide: But bare to view, amid surrounding Friends, With Godlike Grace, he from the Tow'r descends.Line 740 Exulting in his Strength, he seems to dare His absent Rival, and to promise War.

Freed from his Keepers, thus with broken Reins, The wanton Courser prances o're the Plains: Or in the Pride of Youth o'releaps the Mounds;Line 745 And snuffs the Females in forbidden Grounds. Or seeks his wat'ring in the well known Flood, To quench his Thirst, and cool his fiery Blood: He swims luxuriant, in the liquid Plain, And o're his Shoulder flows his waving Mane:Line 750 He neighs, he snorts, he bears his Head on high; Before his ample Chest the frothy Waters fly.

Soon as the Prince appears without the Gate, The Volcians, with their Virgin Leader, wait His last Commands. Then with a graceful Meen,Line 755 Lights from her lofty Steed, the Warrior Queen: Her Squadron imitates, and each descends; Whose common Sute Camilla thus commends.

If Sence of Honour, if a Soul secure Of inborn Worth, that can all Tests endure,Line 760 Can promise ought; or on it self rely, Greatly to dare, to conquer or to dye:

Then, I alone, sustain'd by these, will meet The Tyrrhene Troops, and promise their Defeat. Ours be the Danger, ours the sole Renown;Line 765 You, Gen'ral, stay behind, and guard the Town.

Turnus a while stood mute, with glad Surprize, And on the fierce Virago fix'd his Eyes: Then thus return'd: O Grace of Italy, With what becoming Thanks can I reply!Line 770 Not only Words lye lab'ring in my Breast; But Thought it self is by thy Praise opprest. Yet rob me not of all, but let me join My Toils, my Hazard, and my Fame, with thine. The Trojan, (not in Stratagem unskill'd,)Line 775 Sends his light Foot before to scour the Field: Himself, thro' steep Ascents, and thorny Brakes, A larger Compass to the City takes. This news my Scouts confirm: And I prepare To foil his Cunning, and his Force to dare.Line 780 With chosen Foot his Passage to forelay; And place an Ambush in the winding way. Thou, with thy Volscians, face the Tuscan Horse: The brave Messapus shall thy Troops inforce; With those of Tibur; and the Latian Band:Line 785 Subjected all to thy Supream Command.

This said, he warns Messapus to the War: Then ev'ry Chief exhorts, with equal Care. All thus encourag'd, his own Troops he joins, And hastes to prosecute his deep Designs.Line 790

Inclos'd with Hills, a winding Valley lies, By Nature form'd for Fraud, and fitted for Surprize: A narrow Track, by Human Steps untrode, Leads, thro' perplexing Thorns, to this obscure abode. High o're the Vale a steepy Mountain stands;Line 975 Whence the surveying Sight the neather Ground commands.

The top is level: an offensive Seat Of War; and from the War a safe Retreat. For, on the right, and left, is room to press The Foes at hand, or from afar distress:Line 780 To drive 'em headlong downward; and to pour On their descending backs, a stony show'r. Thither young Turnus took the well known way; Possess'd the Pass, and in blind Ambush lay.

Mean time, Latonian Phoebe from the Skies,Line 785 Beheld th' approaching War with hateful Eies. And call'd the light-foot Opis, to her aid, Her most belov'd, and ever trusty Maid. Then with a sigh began: Camilla goes To meet her Death, amidst her Fatal Foes.Line 790 The Nymph I lov'd of all my Mortal Train; Invested with Diana's Arms, in vain. Nor is my kindness for the Virgin, new, 'Twas born with Her, and with her Years it grew: Her Father Metabus, when forc'd awayLine 795 From old Privernum, for Tyrannick sway; Snatch'd up, and sav'd from his prevailing Foes, This tender Babe, Companion of his Woes. Casmilla was her Mother; but he drown'd, One hissing Letter in a softer sound,Line 800 And call'd Camilla. Thro the Woods, he flies; Wrap'd in his Robe the Royal Infant lies. His Foes in sight, he mends his weary pace; With shouts and clamours they pursue the Chace. The Banks of Amasene at length he gains;Line 805 The raging Flood his farther flight restrains: Rais'd o're the Borders with unusual Rains. Prepar'd to Plunge into the Stream, He fears: Not for himself, but for the Charge he bears. Line 810

Anxious he stops a while; and thinks in haste;Line 810 Then, desp'rate in Distress, resolves at last. A knotty Lance of well-boil'd Oak he bore; The middle part with Cork he cover'd o're: He clos'd the Child within the hollow Space; With Twigs of bending Osier bound the Case.Line 815 Then pois'd the Spear, heavy with Human Weight; And thus invok'd my Favour for the Freight. Accept, great Goddess of the Woods, he said, Sent by her Sire, this dedicated Maid: Thro' Air she flies a Suppliant to thy Shrine;Line 820 And the first Weapons that she knows, are thine. He said; and with full Force the Spear he threw: Above the sounding Waves Camilla flew. Then, press'd by Foes, he stemm'd the stormy Tyde; And gain'd, by stress of Arms, the farther Side.Line 825 His fasten'd Spear he pull'd from out the Ground; And, Victor of his Vows, his Infant Nymph unbound. Nor after that, in Towns which Walls inclose, Wou'd trust his hunted Life amidst his Foes. But rough, in open Air he chose to lye:Line 830 Earth was his Couch, his Cov'ring was the Sky. On Hills unshorn, or in a desart Den, He shunn'd the dire Society of Men. A Shepherd's solitary Life he led: His Daughter with the Milk of Mares he fed;Line 835 The Dugs of Bears, and ev'ry Salvage Beast, He drew, and thro' her Lips the Liquor press'd. The little Amazon cou'd scarcely go, He loads her with a Quiver and a Bow: And, that she might her stagg'ring Steps command,Line 840 He with a slender Jav'lin fills her Hand: Her flowing Hair no golden Fillet bound; Nor swept her trayling Robe the dusty Ground.

Instead of these, a Tyger's Hide o'respread Her Back and Shoulders, fasten'd to her Head.Line 845 The flying Dart she first attempts to fling; And round her tender Temples toss'd the Sling: Then, as her Strength with Years increas'd, began To pierce aloft in Air the soaring Swan: And from the Clouds to fetch the Heron and the Crane.Line 850 The TuscanMatrons with each other vy'd, To bless their Rival Sons with such a Bride: But she disdains their Love; to share with me The Silvan Shades, and vow'd Virginity. And, oh! I wish, contented with my CaresLine 855 Of Salvage Spoils, she had not sought the Wars: Then had she been of my Coelestial Train; And shun'd the Fate that dooms her to be slain. But, since opposing Heav'n's Decree, she goes To find her Death among forbidden Foes;Line 860 Haste with these Arms, and take thy steepy flight, Where, with the Gods averse, the Latins fight: This Bow to thee, this Quiver, I bequeath, This chosen Arrow to revenge her Death. By what e're Hand Camilla shall be slain,Line 865 Or of the Trojan, or Italian Train, Let him not pass unpunish'd from the Plain. Then, in a hollow Cloud, my self will Aid, To bear the breathless Body of my Maid: Unspoil'd shall be her Arms, and unprofan'dLine 870 Her holy Limbs with any Human Hand: And in a Marble Tomb laid in her Native Land.

She said: The faithful Nymph descends from high With rapid flight, and cuts the sounding Sky; Black Clouds and stormy Winds around her Body fly.Line 875

By this, the Trojan and the Tuscan Horse, Drawn up in Squadrons, with united Force,

Approach the Walls; the sprightly Coursers bound; Press forward on their Bitts, and shift their Ground: Shields, Arms, and Spears, flash horrible from far;Line 880 And the Fields glitter with a waving War. Oppos'd to these, come on with furious Force, Messapus, Coras, and the Latian Horse; These in the Body plac'd; on either hand Sustain'd, and clos'd by fair Camilla's Band.Line 885 Advancing in a Line, they couch their Spears; And less and less the middle Space appears. Thick Smoak obscures the Field: And scarce are seen The neighing Coursers, and the shouting Men. In distance of their Darts they stop their Course;Line 890 Then Man to Man they rush, and Horse to Horse. The face of Heav'n their flying Jav'lins hide; And Deaths unseen are dealt on either side. Tyrrhenus, and Aconteus, void of Fear, By metled Coursers born in full Carreer,Line 895 Meet first oppos'd: and, with a mighty Shock, Their Horses Heads against each other knock. Far from his Steed is fierce Aconteus cast; As with an Engin's force, or Lightning's blast: He rowls along in Blood, and breathes his last.Line 900 The Latin Squadrons take a sudden fright; And sling their Shields behind, to save their Backs in flight. Spurring at speed to their own Walls they drew; Close in the rear the Tuscan Troops pursue: And urge their flight. Asylas leads the Chase;Line 905 'Till seiz'd with Shame they wheel about and face: Receive their Foes, and raise a threat'ning Cry: The Tuscans take their turn to fear and fly.

So swelling Surges, with a thund'ring Roar, Driv'n on each others Backs, insult the Shoar;Line 910

Bound o're the Rocks, incroach upon the Land; And far upon the Beach eject the Sand. Then backward with a Swing, they take their Way; Repuls'd from upper Ground, and seek their Mother Sea: With equal hurry quit th' invaded Shore;Line 915 And swallow back the Sand, and Stones they spew'd before. Twice were the Tuscans Masters of the Field, Twice by the Latins, in their turn repell'd. Asham'd at length, to the third Charge they ran Both Hoasts resolv'd, and mingled Man to Man:Line 920 Now dying Groans are heard, the Fields are strow'd With falling Bodies, and are drunk with Blood: Arms, Horses, Men, on heaps together lye: Confus'd the Fight, and more confus'd the Cry. Orsilochus, who durst not press too nearLine 925 Strong Remulus, at distance drove his Spear; And stuck the Steel beneath his Horses Ear: The fiery Steed, impatient of the Wound, Curvets, and springing upward with a Bound, His helpless Lord cast backward on the Ground.Line 930 Catillus pierc'd Iolas first; then drew His reeking Lance, and at Herminius threw: The mighty Champion of the Tuscan Crew. His Neck and Throat unarm'd, his Head was bare, But shaded with a length of yellow Hair:Line 935 Secure, he fought, expos'd on ev'ry part, A spacious mark for Swords, and for the Dart: Across the Shoulders came the flying Wound; Transfix'd, he fell, and doubled to the Ground.

The Sands with streaming Blood are sanguine dy'd;Line 940 And Death with Honour, sought on either side.

Resistless through the War, Camilla rode; In Danger unappall'd, and pleas'd with Blood.

One side was bare for her exerted Brest; One Shoulder with her painted Quiver press'd.Line 945 Now from afar her Fatal Jav'lins play; Now with her Axe's edge she hews her Way: Diana's Arms upon her Shoulder found; And when, too closely press'd, she quits the Ground; From her bent Bow she sends a backward Wound.Line 950 Her Maids, in Martial Pomp, on either side, Larina, Tulla, fierce Tarpeia ride; Italians all: in Peace, their Queen's delight: In War the bold Companions of the Fight.

So march'd the Thracian Amazons of old,Line 955 When Thermodon with bloody Billows rowl'd: Such Troops as these in shining Arms were seen; When Theseus met in Fight their Maiden Queen. Such to the Field Penthisilea led, From the fierce Virgin when the Grecians fled:Line 960 With such, return'd Triumphant from the War; Her Maids with Cries attend the lofty Carr: They clash with manly force their Moony Shields; With Female Showts refound the Phrygian Fields.

Who formost, and who last, Heroick Maid,Line 965 On the cold Earth were by thy Courage laid? Thy Spear, of Mountain Ash, Eumenius first, With fury driv'n, from side to side transpierc'd: A purple Stream came spowting from the Wound; Bath'd in his Blood he lies, and bites the Ground.Line 970 Lyris and Pagasus at once she slew; The former, as the slacken'd Reins he drew, Of his faint steed: the latter, as he stretch'd His Arm to prop his Friend, the Jav'lin reach'd. By the same Weapon, sent from the same Hand,Line 975 Both fall together, and both spurn the Sand.

Amastrus next is added to the slain: The rest in Rout she follows o're the Plain. Tereus, Harpalicus, Demophoon, And Chromys, at full Speed her Fury shun.Line 980 Of all her deadly Darts, not one she lost; Each was attended with a Trojan Ghost. Young Ornithus bestrode a Hunter Steed, Swift for the Chase, and of Apulian Breed: Him, from afar, she spy'd in Arms unknown;Line 985 O're his broad Back an Oxes hide was thrown: His Helm a Wolf, whose gaping Jaws were spread, A cov'ring for his Cheeks, and grinn'd around his Head. He clench'd within his Hand an Iron Prong; And tow'rd above the rest, conspicuous in the Throng.Line 990 Him soon she singled from the flying Train, And slew with ease: Then thus insults the slain. Vain Hunter didst thou think thro' Woods to chase The Salvage Herd, a vile and trembling Race: Here cease thy Vaunts, and own my Victory;Line 995 A Woman-Warrior was too strong for thee. Yet if the Ghosts demand the Conqu'ror's Name, Confessing great Camilla, save thy Shame. Then Butes, and Orsilochus, she slew: The bulkiest Bodies of the Trojan Crew.Line 1000 But Butes Breast to Breast: the Spear descends Above the Gorget, where his Helmet ends; And o're the Shield which his left Side defends. Orsilochus and she, their Coursers ply; He seems to follow, and she seems to fly.Line 1005 But in a narrower Ring she makes the Race; And then he flies, and she pursues the Chase. Gath'ring at length on her deluded Foe, She swings her Axe, and rises to the Blow:

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To the Right Hon^ble▪ William Berkley Baron Berkley of Stratton &^ct.

AE. 11. l. 1035.

Full on the Helm behind, with such a swayLine 1010 The Weapon falls, the riven Steel gives way: He groans, he roars, he sues in vain for Grace; Brains, mingled with his Blood, besmear his Face. Astonish'd Aunus just arrives by Chance, To see his Fall, nor farther dares advance:Line 1015 But fixing on the horrid Maid his Eye, He stares, and shakes, and finds it vain to fly. Yet like a true Ligurian, born to cheat, (At least while Fortune favour'd his Deceit) Cries out aloud, what Courage have you shown,Line 1020 Who trust your Coursers Strength, and not your own? Forego the vantage of your Horse, alight, And then on equal Terms begin the Fight: It shall be seen, weak Woman, what you can, When Foot to Foot, you combat with a Man.Line 1025 He said: She glows with Anger and Disdain, Dismounts with speed to dare him on the Plain; And leaves her Horse at large among her Train. With her drawn Sword defies him to the Field; And marching, lifts aloft her maiden Shield:Line 1030 The Youth, who thought his Cunning did succeed, Reins round his Horse, and urges all his Speed. Adds the remembrance of the Spur, and hides The goring Rowels in his bleeding Sides. Vain Fool, and Coward, cries the lofty Maid,Line 1035 Caught in the Train, which thou thy self hast laid! On others practise thy Ligurian Arts; Thin Stratagems, and Tricks of little Hearts Are lost on me. Nor shalt thou safe retire, With vaunting Lyes to thy fallacious Sire.Line 1040 At this, so fast her flying Feet she sped, That soon she strain'd beyond his Horse's Head:

Then turning short, at once she seiz'd the Rein, And laid the Boaster grov'ling on the Plain. Not with more ease the Falcon from above,Line 1045 Trusses, in middle Air, the trembling Drove: Then Plumes the Prey, in her strong Pounces bound: The Feathers foul with Blood come tumbling to the ground.

Now mighty Jove, from his superior height, With his broad Eye surveys th' unequal Fight.Line 1050 He fires the Breast of Tarchon with Disdain; And sends him to redeem th' abandon'd Plain. Betwixt the broken Ranks the Tuscan rides, And these encourages, and those he chides: Recalls each Leader, by his Name, from flight;Line 1055 Renews their Ardour; and restores the Fight. What Panick Fear has seiz'd your Souls, O shame, O Brand perpetual of th' Etrurian Name; Cowards incurable, a Woman's Hand Drives, breaks, and scatters your ignoble Band!Line 1060 Now cast away the Sword, and quit the Shield: What use of Weapons which you dare not wield? Not thus you fly your Female Foes, by Night, Nor shun the Feast, when the full Bowls invite: When to fat Off'rings the glad Augur calls;Line 1065 And the shrill Horn-pipe sounds to Bacchanals. These are your study'd Cares; your lewd Delight; Swift to debauch; but slow to Manly Fight. Thus having said, he spurs amid the Foes; Not managing the Life he meant to lose.Line 1070 The first he found he seiz'd, with headlong haste, In his strong Gripe; and clasp'd around the Waste: 'Twas Venulus; whom from his Horse he tore, And, (laid athwart his own,) in Triumph bore. Loud Shouts ensue: The Latins turn their Eyes,Line 1075 And view th' unusual sight with vast Surprize.

The fiery Tarchon, flying o're the Plains, Press'd in his Arms the pond'rous Prey sustains: Then, with his shorten'd Spear, explores around His jointed Arms, to fix a deadly Wound.Line 1080 Nor less the Captive struggles for his Life; He writhes his Body to prolong the Strife: And, fencing for his naked Throat, exerts His utmost Vigour, and the point averts.

So stoops the yellow Eagle from on high,Line 1085 And bears a speckled Serpent thro' the Sky; Fast'ning his crooked Tallons on the Prey: The Pris'ner hisses thro' the liquid Way, Resists the Royal Hawk, and tho' opprest, She fights in Volumes, and erects her Crest:Line 1090 Turn'd to her Foe, she stiffens ev'ry Scale; And shoots her forky Tongue, and whisks her threat'ning Tail. Against the Victour all Defence is weak; Th' imperial Bird still plies her with his Beak: He tears her Bowels, and her Breast he gores;Line 1095 Then claps his Pinions, and securely soars.

Thus, thro' the midst of circling Enemies, Strong Tarchon snatch'd and bore away his Prize: The Tyrrhene Troops, that shrunk before, now press The Latins, and presume the like Success.Line 1100

Then, Aruns doom'd to Death, his Arts assay'd To murther, unespy'd, the Volscian Maid, This way, and that his winding Course he bends; And wheresoe're she turns, her Steps attends. When she retires victorious from the Chase,Line 1105 He wheels about with Care, and shifts his place: When rushing on, she seeks her Foes in Fight, He keeps aloof, but keeps her still in sight: He threats, and trembles, trying ev'ry Way Unseen to kill, and safely to betray.Line 1110

Chloreus, the Priest of Cybele, from far, Glitt'ring in Phrygian Arms amidst the War, Was by the Virgin view'd: The Steed he press'd Was proud with Trappings; and his brawny Chest With Scales of guilded Brass was cover'd o're:Line 1115 A Robe of Tyrian Dye the Rider wore. With deadly Wounds he gaul'd the distant Eoe; Gnossian his Shafts, and Lycian was his Bow: A Golden Helm his Front, and head surrounds; A guilded Quiver from his Shoulder sounds.Line 1120 Gold, weav'd with Linen, on his Thighs he wore: With Flowers of Needlework distinguish'd o're: With Golden Buckles bound, and gather'd up before. Him, the fierce Maid beheld with ardent Eyes; Fond and Ambitious of so Rich a Prize:Line 1125 Or that the Temple might his Trophees hold, Or else to shine her self in Trojan Gold: Blind in her haste, she chases him alone, And seeks his Life, regardless of her own. This lucky Moment the slye Traytor chose:Line 1130 Then, starting from his Ambush up he rose, And threw, but first to Heav'n address'd his Vows. O Patron of Soractes high Abodes, Phoebus the Ruling Pow'r among the Gods; Whom first we serve, whole Woods of unctuous PineLine 1135 Are fell'd for thee, and to thy Glory shine; By thee protected, with our naked Soles, Thro' Flames unsing'd we march, and tread the kindled Coals: Give me, propitious Pow'r, to wash away The Stains of this dishonourable Day:Line 1140 Nor Spoils, nor Triumph, from the Fact I claim; But with my future Actions trust my Fame. Let me, by stealth; this Female Plague o'recome; And from the Field, return inglorious home.

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To Arthur Manwaringe of Ightfield in the County of Salop Esq^r:

AE. 11. l. 1150.

Apollo heard, and granting half his Pray'r,Line 1145 Shuffled in Winds the rest, and toss'd in empty Air. He gives the Death desir'd; his safe return, By Southern Tempests to the Seas is born.

Now, when the Jav'lin whizz'd along the Skies, Both Armies on Camilla turn'd their Eyes,Line 1150 Directed by the Sound: Of either Host, Th' unhappy Virgin, tho' concern'd the most, Was only deaf; so greedy was she bent On Golden Spoils, and on her Prey intent: Till in her Pap the winged Weapon stoodLine 1155 Infix'd; and deeply drunk the purple Blood. Her sad Attendants hasten to sustain Their dying Lady drooping on the Plain. Far from their sight the trembling Aruns flies, With beating Heart, and Fear confus'd with Joys;Line 1160 Nor dares he farther to pursue his Blow; Or ev'n to bear the sight of his expiring Foe.

As when the Wolf has torn a Bullocks Hide, At unawares, or ranch'd the Shepherd's Side: Conscious of his audacious deed, he flies,Line 1165 And claps his quiv'ring Tail between his Thighs: So, speeding once, the Wretch no more attends; But spurring forward herds among his Friends. She wrench'd the Jav'lin with her dying Hands; But wedg'd within her Breast the Weapon stands:Line 1170 The Wood she draws, the steely Point remains, She staggers in her Seat, with agonizing Pains: A gath'ring Mist o'reclouds her chearful Eyes; And from her Cheeks the rosie Colour flies. Then, turns to her, whom, of her Female Train,Line 1175 She trusted most, and thus she speaks with Pain. Acca, 'tis past! He swims before my sight, Inexorable Death; and claims his right.

Bear my last Words to Turnus, fly with speed, And bid him timely to my Charge succeed:Line 1180 Repel the Trojans, and the Town relieve: Farewel; and in this Kiss my parting Breath receive. She said; and sliding, sunk upon the Plain; Dying, her open'd Hand forsakes the Rein; Short, and more short, she pants: By slow degreesLine 1185 Her Mind the Passage from her Body frees. She drops her Sword, she nods her plumy Crest; Her drooping Head declining on her Breast: In the last Sigh her strugling Soul expires; And murm'ring with Disdain, to Stygian Sounds retires.Line 1190

A Shout, that struck the Golden Stars, ensu'd: Despair and Rage, the languish'd Fight renew'd. The Trojan Troops, and Tuscans in a Line, Advance to charge; the mix'd Arcadians join.

But Cynthia's Maid, high seated, from afarLine 1195 Surveys the Field, and fortune of the War: Unmov'd a while, 'till prostrate on the Plain, Welt'ring in Blood, she sees Camilla slain; And round her Corps, of Friends and Foes a fighting Train. Then, from the bottom of her Breast, she drewLine 1200 A mournful Sigh, and these sad Words ensue: Too dear a Fine, ah much lamented Maid, For warring with the Trojans, thou hast paid! Nor ought avail'd, in this unhappy Strife, Diana's sacred Arms, to save thy Life.Line 1205 Yet unreveng'd thy Goddess will not leave Her Vot'rys Death, nor with vain Sorrow grieve. Branded the Wretch, and be his Name abhorr'd; But after Ages shall thy Praise record. Th' inglorious Coward soon shall press the Plain;Line 1210 Thus vows thy Queen, and thus the Fates ordain.

High o're the Field, there stood a hilly Mound; Sacred the Place, and spread with Oaks around;Line 1215 Where, in a Marble Tomb, Dercennus lay, A King that once in Latium bore the Sway. The beauteous Opis thither bent her flight, To mark the Traytor Aruns, from the height. Him, in refulgent Arms she soon espy'd, Swoln with success, and loudly thus she cry'd. Thy backward steps, vain boaster, are too late;Line 1220 Turn, like a Man at length, and meet thy Fate. Charg'd with my Message to Camilla go; And say I sent thee to the Shades below; An Honour undeserv'd from Cynthia's Bow.

She said: and from her Quiver chose with speedLine 1225 The winged Shaft, predestin'd for the Deed: Then, to the stubborn Eugh her strength apply'd; Till the far distant Horns approach'd on either side. The Bow-string touch'd her Breast, so strong she drew; Whizzing in Air the fatal Arrow flew.Line 1230 At once the twanging Bow, and sounding Dart The Traytor heard, and felt the point within his heart. Him, beating with his heels, in pangs of death, His flying Friends to foreign Fields bequeath. The Conqu'ring Damsel, with expanded Wings,Line 1235 The welcome Message to her Mistress brings.

Their Leader lost, the Volscians quit the Field; And, unsustain'd, the Chiefs of Turnus yield. The frighted Souldiers, when their Captains fly, More on their speed than on their Strength rely.Line 1240 Confus'd in flight, they bear each other down: And spur their Horses headlong to the Town. Driv'n by their Foes, and to their Fears resign'd, Not once they turn; but take their Wounds behind. Line 1245

These drop the Shield, and those the Lance forego;Line 1245 Or on their Shoulders bear the slacken'd Bow. The Hoofs of Horses with a ratling sound, Beat short, and thick, and shake the rotten ground. Black clouds of dust, come rowling in the Sky, And o're the darken'd Walls, and Rampires fly.Line 1250 The trembling Matrons, from their lofty Stands, Rend Heav'n with Female Shrieks; and wring their Hands All pressing on, Pursuers and pursu'd, Are crush'd in Crowds, a Mingled multitude. Some happy few escape: the Throng too lateLine 1255 Rush on for Entrance, till they choak the Gate. Ev'n in the sight of home, the wretched Sire Looks on, and sees his helpless Son expire. Then, in a fright, the folding Gates they close: But leave their Friends excluded with their Foes.Line 1260 The vanquish'd cry; the Victors loudly shout; Tis Terror all within; and Slaughter all without. Blind in their Fear, they bounce against the wall, Or to their Moats pursu'd, precipitate their fall.

The Latian Virgins, valiant with despair,Line 1265 Arm'd on the Towr's the Common Danger share: So much of Zeal their Country's Cause inspir'd; So much Camilla's great Example fir'd. Poles, sharpen'd in the flames, from high they throw; With imitated Darts to gaul the Foe.Line 1270 Their Lives, for Godlike freedom they bequeath; And crowd each other to be first in death. Mean time, to Turnus, ambush'd in the shade, With heavy tydings, came th' Unhappy Maid. The Volscians overthrown, Camilla kill'd,Line 1275 The Foes entirely Masters of the Field, Like a resistless Flood, come rowling on: The cry goes off the Plain, and thickens to the Town.

Inflam'd with Rage, (for so the Furies fire The Daunian's Breast, and so the Fates require,)Line 1280 He leaves the hilly Pass, the Woods in vain Possess'd, and downward issues on the Plain: Scarce was he gone, when to the Streights, now freed From secret Foes, the Trojan Troops succeed. Thro' the black Forest, and the ferny Brake,Line 1285 Unknowingly secure, their Way they take. From the rough Mountains to the Plain descend; And there, in Order drawn, their Line extend. Both Armies, now, in open Fields are seen: Nor far the distance of the Space between.Line 1290 Both to the City bend: Aeneas sees, Thro' smoaking Fields, his hast'ning Enemies. And Turnus views the Trojans in Array, And hears th' approaching Horses proudly neigh. Soon had their Hoasts in bloody Battel join'd;Line 1295 But westward to the Sea the Sun declin'd. Intrench'd before the Town, both Armies lye: While Night with sable Wings o'respreads the Sky.