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

The Second Book of the Aeneis.

The Argument.

Aeneas relates how the City of Troy was taken, after a Ten Years Siege, by the Treachery of Sinon, and the Stratagem of a wooden Horse. He declares the fixt Resolution he had taken not to survive the Ruins of his Country, and the various Adventures he met with in the De∣fence of it: at last having been before advis'd by Hector's Ghost, and now by the Appearance of his Mother Venus, he is prevail'd upon to leave the Town, and settle his Houshold-Gods in another Country. in order to this, he carries off his Father on his Shoulders, and leads his little Son by the Hand, his Wife following him behind. When he comes to the Place appointed for the general Rendevouze, he finds a great Confluence of People, but misses his Wife, whose Ghost after∣wards appears to him, and tells him the Land which was design'd for him.

ALL were attentive to the God-like Man; When from the lofty Couch he thus began. Great Queen, what you command me to relate, Renews the sad remembrance of our Fate. An Empire from its old Foundations rent,Line 5 And ev'ry Woe the Trojans underwent: A Peopl'd City made a Desart Place; All that I saw, and part of which I was: Not ev'n the hardest of our Foes cou'd hear, Nor stern Ulysses tell without a Tear.Line 10 And now the latter Watch of wasting Night, And setting Stars to kindly Rest invite. But since you take such Int'rest in our Woe, And Troy's disast'rous end desire to know: I will restrain my Tears, and briefly tellLine 15 What in our last and fatal Night befel.

By Destiny compell'd, and in Despair, The Greeks grew weary of the tedious War:

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And by Minerva's Aid a Fabrick rear'd, Which like a Steed of monstrous height appear'd;Line 20 The Sides were planck'd with Pine, they feign'd it made For their Return, and this the Vow they paid. Thus they pretend, but in the hollow Side, Selected Numbers of their Souldiers hide: With inward Arms the dire Machine they load,Line 25 With Iron Bowels stuff the dark Abode. In sight of Troy lies Tenedos, an Isle, (While Fortune did on Priam's Empire smile) Renown'd for Wealth, but since a faithless Bay, Where Ships expos'd to Wind and Weather lay.Line 30 There was their Fleet conceal'd: We thought for Greece Their Sails were hoisted, and our Fears release. The Trojans coop'd within their Walls so long, Unbar their Gates, and issue in a Throng, Like swarming Bees, and with Delight surveyLine 35 The Camp deserted, where the Grecians lay: The Quarters of the sev'ral Chiefs they show'd, Here Phoenix, here Achilles made abode, Here join'd the Battels, there the Navy rode. Part on the Pile their wond'ring Eyes employ,Line 40 (The Pile by Pallas rais'd to ruin Troy.) Thymaetes first ('tis doubtful whether hir'd, Or so the Trojan Destiny requir'd) Mov'd that the Ramparts might be broken down, To lodge the fatal Engine in the Town.Line 45 But Capys, and the rest of sounder Mind, The fatal Present to the Flames design'd; Or to the watry deep: At least to bore The hollow sides, and hidden Frauds explore: The giddy Vulgar, as their Fancies guide,Line 50 With Noise say nothing, and in parts divide.

Iaocoon, follow'd by a num'rous Crowd, Ran from the Fort; and cry'd, from far, aloud; O wretched Country-men! what Fury reigns? What more than Madness has possess'd your Brains?Line 55 Think you the Grecians from your Coasts are gone, And are Ulysses Arts no better known? This hollow Fabrick either must inclose, Within its blind Recess, our secret Foes; Or 'tis an Engine rais'd above the Town,Line 60 T' o'relook the Walls, and then to batter down. Somewhat is sure design'd; by Fraud or Force; Trust not their Presents, nor admit the Horse. Thus having said, against the Steed he threw His forceful Spear, which, hissing as it flew,Line 65 Pierc'd through the yielding Planks of jointed Wood, And trembling in the hollow Belly stood. The sides transpierc'd, return a ratling Sound, And Groans of Greeks inclos'd come issuing through the Wound. And had not Heav'n the fall of Troy design'd,Line 70 Or had not Men been fated to be blind, Enough was said and done, t' inspire a better Mind: Then had our Lances pierc'd the treach'rous Wood, And Ilian Tow'rs, and Priam's Empire stood. Mean time, with Shouts, the Trojan Shepherds bring A captive Greek in Bands, before the King:Line 75 Taken, to take; who made himself their Prey, T' impose on their Belief, and Troy betray. Fix'd on his Aim, and obstinately bent To die undaunted, or to circumvent. About the Captive, tides of Trojans flow;Line 80 All press to see, and some insult the Foe. Line 85

Now hear how well the Greeks their Wiles disguis'd,Line 85 Behold a Nation in a Man compris'd. Trembling the Miscreant stood, unarm'd and bound; He star'd, and rowl'd his hagger'd Eyes around: Then said, Alas! what Earth remains, what Sea Is open to receive unhappy me!Line 90 What Fate a wretched Fugitive attends, Scorn'd by my Foes, abandon'd by my Friends. He said, and sigh'd, and cast a ruful Eye: Our Pity kindles, and our Passions dye. We chear the Youth to make his own Defence,Line 95 And freely tell us what he was, and whence: What News he cou'd impart, we long to know, And what to credit from a captive Foe.

His fear at length dismiss'd, he said, what e're My Fate ordains, my Words shall be sincere:Line 100 I neither can, nor dare my Birth disclaim, Greece is my Country, Sinon is my Name: Though plung'd by Fortune's Pow'r in Misery, 'Tis not in Fortune's Pow'r to make me lye. If any chance has hither brought the NameLine 105 Of Palamedes, not unknown to Fame, Who suffer'd from the Malice of the times; Accus'd and sentenc'd for pretended Crimes: Because these fatal Wars he would prevent; Whose Death the wretched Greeks too late lament;Line 110 Me, then a Boy, my Father, poor and bare Of other Means, committed to his Care: His Kinsman and Companion in the War. While Fortune favour'd, while his Arms support The Cause, and rul'd the Counsels of the Court,Line 115 I made some figure there; nor was my Name Obscure, nor I without my share of Fame.

But when Ulysses, with fallacious Arts, Had made Impression in the Peoples Hearts; And forg'd a Treason in my Patron's Name,Line 120 (I speak of things too far divulg'd by Fame) My Kinsman fell; then I, without support, In private mourn'd his Loss, and left the Court. Mad as I was, I could not bear his Fate With silent Grief, but loudly blam'd the State:Line 125 And curs'd the direful Author of my Woes. 'Twas told again, and hence my Ruin rose. I threatn'd, if indulgent Heav'n once more Wou'd land me safely on my Native Shore, His Death with double Vengeance to restore.Line 130 This mov'd the Murderer's Hate, and soon ensu'd Th' Effects of Malice from a Man so proud. Ambiguous Rumors thro the Camp he spread, And sought, by Treason, my devoted Head: New Crimes invented, left unturn'd no Stone,Line 135 To make my Guilt appear, and hide his own. 'Till Calchas was by Force and Threatning wrought: But why—Why dwell I on that anxious Thought? If on my Nation just Revenge you seek, And 'tis t' appear a Foe, t' appear a Greek;Line 140 Already you my Name and Country know, Asswage your thirst of Blood, and strike the Blow: My Death will both the Kingly Brothers please, And set insatiate Ithacus at ease. This fair unfinish'd Tale, these broken starts,Line 145 Rais'd expectations in our longing Hearts; Unknowing as we were in Grecian Arts. His former trembling once again renew'd, With acted Fear, the Villain thus pursu'd.

Long had the Grecians (tir'd with fruitless Care,Line 150 And weary'd with an unsuccessful War,)

Resolv'd to raise the Siege, and leave the Town; And had the Gods permitted, they had gone. But oft the Wintry Seas, and Southern Winds, Withstood their passage home, and chang'd their Minds.Line 155 Portents and Prodigies their Souls amaz'd; But most, when this stupendous Pile was rais'd. Then flaming Meteors, hung in Air, were seen, And Thunders ratled through a Skie serene: Dismay'd, and fearful of some dire Event,Line 160 Eurypylus, t'enquire their Fate, was sent; He from the Gods this dreadful Answer brought; O Grecians, when the Trojan Shores you sought, Your Passage with a Virgin's Blood was bought: So must your safe Return be bought again;Line 165 And Grecian Blood, once more attone the Main. The spreading Rumour round the People ran; All fear'd, and each believ'd himself the Man. Ulysses took th'advantage of their fright; Call'd Calchas, and produc'd in open sight:Line 170 Than bade him name the Wretch, ordain'd by Fate, The Publick Victim, to redeem the State. Already some presag'd the dire Event, And saw what Sacrifice Ulysses meant. For twice five days the good old Seer withstoodLine 175 Th' intended Treason, and was dumb to Blood. Till Tir'd with endless Clamours, and pursute Of Ithacus, he stood no longer Mute: But, as it was agreed, pronounc'd, that I Was destin'd by the wrathful Gods to die.Line 180 All prais'd the Sentence, pleas'd the storm should fall On one alone, whose Fury threatn'd all. The dismal day was come, the Priests prepare Their leaven'd Cakes; and Fillets for my Hair. Line 185

I follow'd Natur's Laws, and must avowLine 185 I broke my Bonds, and fled the fatal blow. Hid in a weedy Lake all Night I lay, Secure of Safety when they sail'd away. But now what further Hopes for me remain, To see my Friends or Native Soil again?Line 190 My tender Infants, or my careful Sire; Whom they returning will to Death require? Will perpetrate on them their first Design, And take the forfeit of their heads for mine? Which, O if Pity mortal Minds can move!Line 195 If there be Faith below, or Gods above! If Innocence and Truth can claim desert, Ye Trojans from an injur'd Wretch avert. False Tears true Pity move: the King Commands To loose his Fetters, and unbind his hands:Line 200 Then adds these friendly words; dismiss thy Fears, Forget the Greeks, be mine as thou wert theirs. But truly tell, was it for Force or Guile, Or some Religious End, you rais'd the Pile? Thus said the King. He full of fraudful Arts,Line 205 This well invented Tale for Truth imparts. Ye Lamps of Heav'n! he said, and lifted high His hands now free, thou venerable Sky, Inviolable Pow'rs, ador'd with dread, Ye fatal Fillets, that once bound this head,Line 210 Ye sacred Altars, from whose flames I fled! Be all of you adjur'd; and grant I may, Without a Crime, th' ungrateful Greeks betray! Reveal the Secrets of the guilty State, And justly punish whom I justly hate!Line 215 But you, O King, preseve the Faith you gave, If I to save my self your Empire save.

The Grecian Hopes, and all th' Attempts they made, Were only founded on Minerva's Aid. But from the time when impious Diomede,Line 220 And false Ulysses, that inventive Head, Her fatal Image from the Temple drew, The sleeping Guardians of the Castle slew, Her Virgin Statue with their bloody Hands Polluted, and prophan'd her holy Bands:Line 225 From thence the Tide of Fortune left their Shore, And ebb'd much faster than it flow'd before: Their Courage languish'd, as their Hopes decay'd, And Pallas, now averse, refus'd her Aid. Nor did the Goddess doubtfully declareLine 230 Her alter'd Mind, and alienated Care: When first her fatal Image touch'd the Ground, She sternly cast her glaring Eyes around; That sparkl'd as they rowl'd, and seem'd to threat: Her Heav'nly Limbs distill'd a briny Sweat.Line 235 Thrice from the Ground she leap'd, was seen to wield Her brandish'd Lance, and shake her horrid Shield. Then Calchas bad our Host for flight prepare, And hope no Conquest from the tedious War: 'Till first they sail'd for Greece; with Pray'rs besoughtLine 240 Her injur'd Pow'r, and better Omens brought. And now their Navy ploughs the wat'ry Main, Yet, soon expect it on your Shoars again, With Pallas pleas'd; as Calchas did ordain. But first, to reconcile the blue-ey'd Maid,Line 245 For her stoln Statue, and her Tow'r betray'd; Warn'd by the Seer, to her offended Name We rais'd, and dedicate this wond'rous Frame: So lofty, lest through your forbidden Gates It pass, and intercept our better Fates.Line 250

For, once admitted there, our hopes are lost; And Troy may then a new Palladium boast. For so Religion and the Gods ordain; That if you violate with Hands prophane Minerva's Gift, your Town in Flames shall burn,Line 255 (Which Omen, O ye Gods, on Grecia turn!) But if it climb, with your assisting Hands, The Trojan Walls, and in the City stands; Then Troy shall Argos and Mycenae burn, And the reverse of Fate on us return.Line 260

With such Deceits he gain'd their easie Hearts, Too prone to credit his perfidious Arts. What Diomede, nor Thetis greater Son, A thousand Ships, nor ten years Siege had done: False Tears and fawning Words the City won.Line 265 A greater Omen, and of worse portent, Did our unwary Minds with fear torment: Concurring to produce the dire Event. Laocoon, Neptune's Priest by Lot that Year, With solemn pomp then sacrific'd a Steer.Line 270 When, dreadful to behold, from Sea we spy'd Two Serpents rank'd abreast, the Seas divide, And smoothly sweep along the swelling Tide. Their flaming Crests above the Waves they show, Their Bellies seem to burn the Seas below:Line 275 Their speckled Tails advance to steer their Course, And on the sounding Shoar the flying Billows force. And now the Strand, and now the Plain they held, Their ardent Eyes with bloody streaks were fill'd: Their nimble Tongues they brandish'd as they came,Line 280 And lick'd their hissing Jaws, that sputter'd Flame. We fled amaz'd; their destin'd Way they take, And to Laocoon and his Children make:

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And first around the tender Boys they wind, Then with their sharpen'd Fangs their Limbs and Bodies grind.Line 285 The wretched Father, running to their Aid With pious Haste, but vain, they next invade: Twice round his waste their winding Volumes rowl'd, And twice about his gasping Throat they fold. The Priest, thus doubly choak'd, their Crests divide,Line 290 And tow'ring o're his Head, in Triumph ride. With both his Hands he labours at the Knots, His Holy Fillets the blue Venom blots: His roaring fills the flitting Air around. Thus, when an Oxe receives a glancing Wound,Line 295 He breaks his Bands, the fatal Altar flies, And with loud Bellowings breaks the yielding Skies. Their Tasks perform'd, the Serpents quit their prey, And to the Tow'r of Pallas make their way: Couch'd at her Feet, they lie protected there,Line 300 By her large Buckler, and protended Spear. Amazement seizes all; the gen'ral Cry Proclaims Laocoon justly doom'd to die. Whose hand the Will of Pallas had withstood, And dar'd to violate the Sacred Wood.Line 305 All vote t' admit the Steed, that Vows be paid, And Incense offer'd to th' offended Maid. A spacious Breach is made, the Town lies bare, Some hoisting Leavers, some the Wheels prepare, And fasten to the Horses Feet: the restLine 310 With Cables haul along th' unweildy Beast. Each on his Fellow for Assistance calls: At length the fatal Fabrick mounts the Walls, Big with Destruction. Boys with Chaplets crown'd, And Quires of Virgins sing, and dance around.Line 315 Thus rais'd aloft, and then descending down, It enters o're our Heads, and threats the Town.

O sacred City! built by Hands Divine! O valiant Heroes of the Trojan Line! Four times he struck; as oft the clashing soundLine 320 Of Arms was heard, and inward Groans rebound. Yet mad with Zeal, and blinded with our Fate, We hawl along the Horse, in solemn state; Then place the dire Portent within the Tow'r. Cassandra cry'd, and curs'd th' unhappy Hour;Line 325 Foretold our Fate; but by the Gods decree All heard, and none believ'd the Prophecy. With Branches we the Fanes adorn, and wast In jollity, the Day ordain'd to be the last. Mean time the rapid Heav'ns rowl'd down the Light,Line 330 And on the shaded Ocean rush'd the Night: Our Men secure, nor Guards nor Centries held, But easie Sleep their weary Limbs compell'd. The Grecians had embark'd their Naval Pow'rs From Tenedos, and sought our well known Shoars:Line 335 Safe under Covert of the silent Night, And guided by th' Imperial Galley's light. When Sinon, favour'd by the Partial Gods, Unlock'd the Horse, and op'd his dark abodes: Restor'd to vital Air our hidden Foes,Line 340 Who joyful from their long Confinement rose. Tysander bold, and Sthenelus their Guide, And dire Ulysses down the Cable slide: Then Thoas, Athamas, and Pyrrhus hast; Nor was the Podalyrian Heroe last:Line 345 Nor injur'd Menelaus, nor the fam'd Epeus, who the fatal Engine fram'd. A nameless Crowd succeed; their Forces join T' invade the Town, oppress'd with Sleep and Wine. Those few they find awake, first meet their Fate,Line 350 Then to their Fellows they unbar the Gate.

'Twas in the dead of Night, when Sleep repairs Our Bodies worn with Toils, our Minds with Cares, When Hector's Ghost before my sight appears: A bloody Shrowd he seem'd, and bath'd in Tears.Line 355 Such as he was, when, by foul Treason slain, Thessalian Coursers drag'd him o're the Plain. Swoln were his Feet, as when the Thongs were thrust Through the bor'd holes, his Body black with dust. Unlike that Hector, who return'd from toilsLine 360 Of War Triumphant, in Aeacian Spoils: Or him, who made the fainting Greeks retire, And lanch'd against their Navy Phrygian Fire. His Hair and Beard stood stiffen'd with his gore; And all the Wounds he for his Country bore,Line 365 Now stream'd afresh, and with new Purple ran: I wept to see the visionary Man: And while my Trance continu'd, thus began. O Light of Trojans, and Support of Troy, Thy Father's Champion, and thy Country's Joy!Line 370 O, long expected by thy Friends! from whence Art thou so late return'd for our Defence? Do we behold thee, weary'd as we are, With length of Labours, and with Toils of War? After so many Fun'rals of thy own,Line 375 Art thou restor'd to thy declining Town? But say, what Wounds are these? What new Disgrace Deforms the Manly Features of thy Face? To this the Spectre no Reply did frame; But answer'd to the Cause for which he came:Line 380 And, groaning from the bottom of his Breast, This Warning, in these mournful Words express'd. O Goddess-born! escape, by timely flight, The Flames, and Horrors of this fatal Night. Line 385

The Foes already have possess'd the Wall,Line 385 Troy nods from high, and totters to her Fall. Enough is paid to Priam's Royal Name, More than enough to Duty and to Fame. If by a Mortal Hand my Father's Throne Cou'd be defended, 'twas by mine alone:Line 390 Now Troy to thee commends her future State, And gives her Gods Companions of thy Fate: From their assistance happyer Walls expect, Which, wand'ring long, at last thou shalt erect. He said, and brought me, from their blest abodes,Line 395 The venerable Statues of the Gods: With ancient Vesta from the sacred Quire, The Wreaths and Relicks of th' Immortal Fire.

Now peals of Shouts come thund'ring from afar, Cries, Threats, and loud Laments, and mingl'd War:Line 400 The Noise approaches, though our Palace stood Aloof from Streets, encompass'd with a Wood. Louder, and yet more loud, I hear th' Allarms Of Human Cries distinct, and clashing Arms: Fear broke my Slumbers; I no longer stay,Line 405 But mount the Terrass, thence the Town survey, And hearken what the frightful Sounds convey. Thus when a flood of Fire by Winds is born, Crackling it rowls, and mows the standing Corn: Or Deluges, descending on the Plains,Line 410 Sweep o're the yellow Year, destroy the pains Of lab'ring Oxen, and the Peasant's gains: Unroot the Forrest Oaks, and bear away Flocks, Folds, and Trees, an undistinguish'd Prey. The Shepherd climbs the Cliff, and sees from far,Line 415 The wastful Ravage of the wat'ry War. Then Hector's Faith was manifestly clear'd; The Grecian Frauds in open light appear'd.

The Palace of Deiphobus ascends In smoaky Flames, and catches on his Friends.Line 420 Ucalegon burns next; the Seas are bright With splendor, not their own; and shine with Trojan light. New Clamours, and new Clangors now arise, The sound of Trumpets mix'd with fighting cries. With frenzy seiz'd, I run to meet th' Alarms,Line 425 Resolv'd on death, resolv'd to die in Arms. But first to gather Friends, with them t'oppose, If Fortune favour'd, and repel the Foes. Spurr'd by my courage, by my Country fir'd; With sense of Honour, and Revenge inspir'd.Line 430

Pantheus, Apollo's Priest, a sacred Name, Had scap'd the Grecian Swords, and pass'd the Flame; With Reliques loaden, to my Doors he fled, And by the hand his tender Grand-son led. What hope, O Pantheus! whither can we run?Line 435 Where make a stand? and what may yet be done? Scarce had I said, when Pantheus, with a groan, Troy is no more, and Ilium was a Town! The fatal Day, th' appointed Hour is come, When wrathful Jove's irrevocable doomLine 440 Transfers the Trojan State to Grecian hands. The Fire consumes the Town, the Foe commands: And armed Hosts, an unexpected Force, Break from the Bowels of the Fatal Horse. Within the Gates, proud Sinon throws aboutLine 445 The flames, and Foes for entrance press without. With thousand others, whom I fear to name, More than from Argos, or Mycenae came. To sev'ral Posts their Parties they divide; Some block the narrow Streets, some scour the wide.Line 450 The bold they kill, th' unwary they surprise; Who fights finds Death, and Death finds him who flies.

The Warders of the Gate but scarce maintain Th' unequal Combat, and resist in vain. I Heard; and Heav'n, that well-born Souls inspires,Line 455 Prompts me, thro' lifted Swords, and rising Fires To run, where clashing Arms and Clamour calls, And rush undaunted to defend the Walls. Ripheus and Iph'itus by my side engage, For Valour one Renown'd, and one for Age.Line 460 Dymas and Hypanis by Moonlight knew My motions, and my Meen, and to my Party drew; With young Choroebus, who by Love was led To win Renown, and fair Cassandra's Bed; And lately brought his Troops to Priam's aid:Line 465 Forewarn'd in vain, by the Prophetic Maid. Whom, when I saw, resolv'd in Arms to fall, And that one Spirit animated all; Brave Souls, said I, but Brave, alas! in vain: Come, finish what our Cruel Fates ordain.Line 470 You see the desp'rate state of our Affairs; And Heav'ns protecting Pow'rs are deaf to Pray'rs. The passive Gods behold the Greeks defile Their Temples, and abandon to the Spoil Their own Abodes: we, feeble few, conspireLine 475 To save a sinking Town, involv'd in Fire. Then let us fall, but fall amidst our Foes, Despair of Life, the Means of Living shows. So fierce a Speech incourag'd their desire Of Death, and added fuel to their fire.Line 480

As hungry Wolves, with raging appetite, Scour thro' the fields, nor fear the stormy Night; Their Whelps at home expect the promis'd Food, And long to temper their dry Chaps in Blood: So rush'd we forth at once, resolv'd to die,Line 485 Resolv'd in Death the last Extreams to try.

We leave the narrow Lanes behind, and dare Th' unequal Combat in the publick Square: Night was our Friend, our Leader was Despair. What Tongue can tell the Slaughter of that Night?Line 490 What Eyes can weep the Sorrows and Affright! An ancient and imperial City falls, The Streets are fill'd with frequent Funerals: Houses and Holy Temples float in Blood, And hostile Nations make a common Flood.Line 495 Not only Trojans fall, but in their turn, The vanquish'd Triumph, and the Victors mourn. Ours take new Courage from Despair and Night; Confus'd the Fortune is, confus'd the Fight. All parts resound with Tumults, Plaints, and Fears,Line 500 And grisly Death in sundry shapes appears. Androgeos fell among us, with his Band, Who thought us Grecians newly come to Land: From whence, said he, my Friends this long delay? You loiter, while the Spoils are born away:Line 505 Our Ships are laden with the Trojan Store, And you like Truants come too late ashore. He said, but soon corrected his Mistake, Found, by the doubtful Answers which we make: Amaz'd, he wou'd have shun'd th' unequal Fight,Line 510 But we, more num'rous, intercept his flight. As when some Peasant in a bushy Brake, Has with unwary Footing press'd a Snake; He starts aside, astonish'd, when he spies His rising Crest, blue Neck, and rowling Eyes;Line 515 So from our Arms, surpriz'd Androgeos flies. In vain; for him and his we compass'd round, Possess'd with Fear, unknowing of the Ground; And of their Lives an easy Conquest found. Line 520

Thus Fortune on our first Endeavour smil'd:Line 520 Choraebus then, with youthful Hopes beguil'd, Swoln with Success, and of a daring Mind, This new Invention fatally design'd. My Friends, said he, since Fortune shows the way, 'Tis fit we shou'd th' auspicious Guide obey.Line 525 For what has she these Grecian Arms bestow'd, But their Destruction, and the Trojans good? Then change we Shields, and their Devices bear, Let Fraud supply the want of Force in War. They find us Arms; this said, himself he dress'dLine 530 In dead Androgeos's Spoils, his upper Vest, His painted Buckler, and his plumy Crest. Thus Ripheus, Dymas, all the Trojan Train Lay down their own Attire, and strip the slain. Mix'd with the Greeks, we go with ill Presage,Line 535 Flatter'd with hopes to glut our greedy Rage: Unknown, assaulting whom we blindly meet, And strew, with Grecian Carcasses, the Street. Thus while their stragling Parties we defeat, Some to the Shoar and safer Ships retreat:Line 540 And some oppress'd with more ignoble Fear, Remount the hollow Horse, and pant in secret there.

But ah! what use of Valour can be made, When Heav'ns propitious Pow'rs refuse their Aid! Behold the royal Prophetess, the FairLine 545 Cassandra, drag'd by her dishevel'd Hair; Whom not Minerva's Shrine, nor sacred Bands, In safety cou'd protect from sacrilegious Hands: On Heav'n she cast her Eyes, she sigh'd, she cry'd, ('Twas all she cou'd) her tender Arms were ty'd.Line 550 So sad a Sight Choraebus cou'd not bear, But fir'd with Rage, distracted with Despair;

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Amid the barb'rous Ravishers he flew: Our Leader's rash Example we pursue. But storms of Stones, from the proud Temple's height,Line 555 Pour down, and on our batter'd Helms alight. We from our Friends receiv'd this fatal Blow, Who thought us Grecians, as we seem'd in show. They aim at the mistaken Crests, from high, And ours beneath the pond'rous Ruin lie.Line 560 Then, mov'd with Anger and Disdain, to see Their Troops dispers'd, the Royal Virgin free: The Grecians rally, and their Pow'rs unite; With Fury charge us, and renew the Fight. The Brother-Kings with Ajax join their force,Line 565 And the whole Squadron of Thessalian Horse.

Thus, when the Rival Winds their Quarrel try, Contending for the Kingdom of the Skie; South, East, and West, on airy Coursers born, The Whirlwind gathers, and the Woods are torn:Line 570 Then Nereus strikes the deep, the Billows rise, And, mix'd with Ooze and Sand, pollute the Skies. The Troops we squander'd first, again appear From sev'ral Quarters, and enclose the Rear. They first observe, and to the rest betrayLine 575 Our diff'rent Speech; our borrow'd Arms survey. Oppress'd with odds, we fall; Choraebus first, At Pallas's Altar, by Peneleus pierc'd. Then Ripheus follow'd, in th'unequal Fight; Just of his Word, observant of the right;Line 580 Heav'n thought not so: Dymas their Fate attends, With Hypanis, mistaken by their Friends. Nor Pantheus, thee, thy Mitre nor the Bands Of awful Phoebus, sav'd from impious Hands. Ye Trojan Flames your Testimony bear,Line 585 What I perform'd, and what I suffer'd there:

No Sword avoiding in the fatal Strife, Expos'd to Death, and prodigal of Life. Witness, ye Heav'ns! I live not by my Fault, I strove to have deserv'd the Death I sought.Line 590 But when I cou'd not fight, and wou'd have dy'd, Born off to distance by the growing Tide, Old Iphitus and I were hurry'd thence, With Pelias wounded, and without Defence. New Clamors from th' invested Palace ring;Line 595 We run to die, or disengage the King. So hot th' Assault, so high the Tumult rose, While ours defend, and while the Greeks oppose; As all the Dardan and Argolick Race Had been contracted in that narrow Space:Line 600 Or as all Ilium else were void of Fear, And Tumult, War, and Slaughter only there. Their Targets in a Tortoise cast, the Foes Secure advancing, to the Turrets rose: Some mount the scaling Ladders, some more boldLine 605 Swerve upwards, and by Posts and Pillars hold: Their left hand gripes their Bucklers, in th' ascent, While with the right they seise the Battlement. From their demolish'd Tow'rs the Trojans throw Huge heaps of Stones, that falling, crush the Foe:Line 610 And heavy Beams, and Rafters from the sides, (Such Arms their last necessity provides:) And gilded Roofs come tumbling from on high, The marks of State, and ancient Royalty. The Guards below, fix'd in the Pass, attendLine 615 The Charge undaunted, and the Gate defend. Renew'd in Courage with recover'd Breath, A second time we ran to tempt our Death: To clear the Palace from the Foe, succeed The weary living, and revenge the dead.Line 620

A Postern-door, yet unobserv'd and free, Join'd by the length of a blind Gallery, To the King's Closet led; a way well known To Hector's Wife, while Priam held the Throne: Through which she brought Astyanax, unseen,Line 625 To chear his Grandsire, and his Grandsire's Queen. Through this we pass, and mount the Tow'r, from whence With unavailing Arms the Trojans make defence. From this the trembling King had oft descry'd The Grecian Camp, and saw their Navy ride.Line 630 Beams from its lofty height with Swords we hew; Then wrenching with our hands, th' Assault renew. And where the Rafters on the Columns meet, We push them headlong with our Arms and Feet. The Lightning flies not swifter than the Fall;Line 635 Nor Thunder louder than the ruin'd Wall: Down goes the top at once; the Greeks beneath Are piecemeal torn, or pounded into Death. Yet more succeed, and more to death are sent; We cease not from above, nor they below relent.Line 640 Before the Gate stood Pyrrhus, threat'ning loud, With glitt'ring Arms conspicuous in the Crowd. So shines, renew'd in Youth, the crested Snake, Who slept the Winter in a thorny Brake: And casting off his Slough, when Spring returns,Line 645 Now looks aloft, and with new Glory burns: Restor'd with pois'nous Herbs, his ardent sides Reflect the Sun, and rais'd on Spires he rides: High o're the Grass, hissing he rowls along, And brandishes by fits his sorky Tongue.Line 650 Proud Periphas, and fierce Automedon, His Father's Charioteer, together run To force the Gate: The Scyrian Infantry Rush on in Crowds, and the barr'd Passage free. Line 655

Ent'ring the Court, with Shouts the Skies they rend,Line 655 And flaming Firebrands to the Roofs ascend. Himself, among the foremost, deals his Blows, And with his Axe repeated Stroaks bestows On the strong Doors: then all their Shoulders ply, 'Till from the Posts the brazen Hinges fly.Line 660 He hews apace, the double Bars at length Yield to his Ax, and unresisted Strength. A mighty Breach is made; the Rooms conceal'd Appear, and all the Palace is reveal'd. The Halls of Audience, and of publick State,Line 665 And where the lonely Queen in secret sate. Arm'd Souldiers now by trembling Maids are seen, With not a Door, and scarce a Space between. The House is fill'd with loud Laments and Cries, And Shrieks of Women rend the vaulted Skies.Line 670 The fearful Matrons run from place to place, And kiss the Thresholds, and the Posts embrace. The fatal work inhuman Pyrrhus plies, And all his Father sparkles in his Eyes. Nor Bars, nor fighting Guards his force sustain;Line 675 The Bars are broken, and the Guards are slain. In rush the Greeks, and all the Apartments fill; Those few Defendants whom they find, they kill. Not with so fierce a Rage, the foaming Flood Roars, when he finds his rapid Course withstood:Line 680 Bears down the Dams with unresisted sway, And sweeps the Cattle and the Cots away. These Eyes beheld him, when he march'd between The Brother-Kings: I saw th' unhappy Queen, The hundred Wives, and where old Priam stood,Line 685 To stain his hallow'd Altar with his Blood. The fifty Nuptial Beds: (such Hopes had he, So large a Promise of a Progeny.)

The Posts of plated Gold, and hung with Spoils, Fell the Reward of the proud Victor's Toils.Line 690 Where e're the raging Fire had left a space, The Grecians enter, and possess the Place. Perhaps you may of Priam's Fate enquire. He, when he saw his Regal Town on fire, His ruin'd Palace, and his ent'ring Foes,Line 695 On ev'ry side inevitable woes; In Arms, disus'd, invests his Limbs decay'd Like them, with Age; a late and useless aid. His feeble shoulders scarce the weight sustain: Loaded, not arm'd, he creeps along, with pain;Line 700 Despairing of Success; ambitious to be slain! Uncover'd but by Heav'n, there stood in view An Altar; near the hearth a Lawrel grew; Dodder'd with Age, whose Boughs encompass round The Household Gods, and shade the holy Ground.Line 705 Here Hecuba, with all her helpless Train Of Dames, for shelter sought, but sought in vain. Driv'n like a Flock of Doves along the skie, Their Images they hugg, and to their Altars fly. The Queen, when she beheld her trembling Lord,Line 710 And hanging by his side a heavy Sword, What Rage, she cry'd, has seiz'd my Husband's mind; What Arms are these, and to what use design'd? These times want other aids: were Hector here, Ev'n Hector now in vain, like Priam wou'd appear.Line 715 With us, one common shelter thou shalt find, Or in one common Fate with us be join'd. She said, and with a last Salute embrac'd The poor old Man, and by the Lawrel plac'd. Behold Polites, one of Priam's Sons,Line 720 Pursu'd by Pyrrhus, there for safety runs.

Thro Swords, and Foes, amaz'd and hurt, he flies Through empty Courts, and open Galleries: Him Pyrrhus, urging with his Lance, pursues; And often reaches, and his thrusts renews.Line 725 The Youth transfix'd, with lamentable Cries Expires, before his wretched Parent's Eyes. Whom, gasping at his feet, when Priam saw, The Fear of death gave place to Nature's Law. And shaking more with Anger, than with Age,Line 730 The Gods, said He, requite thy brutal Rage: As sure they will, Barbarian, sure they must, If there be Gods in Heav'n, and Gods be just: Who tak'st in Wrongs an insolent delight; With a Son's death t'infect a Father's sight.Line 735 Not He, whom thou and lying Fame conspire To call thee his; Not He, thy vaunted Sire, Thus us'd my wretched Age: The Gods he fear'd, The Laws of Nature and of Nations heard. He chear'd my Sorrows, and for Sums of GoldLine 740 The bloodless Carcass of my Hector sold. Pity'd the Woes a Parent underwent, And sent me back in safety from his Tent.

This said, his feeble hand a Javelin threw, Which flutt'ring, seem'd to loiter as it flew:Line 745 Just, and but barely, to the Mark it held, And faintly tinckl'd on the Brazen Shield.

Then Pyrrhus thus: go thou from me to Fate; And to my Father my foul deeds relate. Now dye: with that he dragg'd the trembling Sire,Line 750 Slidd'ring through clotter'd Blood, and holy Mire, (The mingl'd Paste his murder'd Son had made,) Haul'd from beneath the violated Shade; And on the Sacred Pile, the Royal Victim laid.

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To y^e Right Hon^ble Roger Earle of Orrery Baron of Broghill &^ct

AE. 2. l: 765.

His right Hand held his bloody Fauchion bare;Line 755 His left he twisted in his hoary Hair: Then, with a speeding Thrust, his Heart he found: The lukewarm Blood came rushing through the wound, And sanguine Streams distain'd the sacred Ground. Thus Priam fell: and shar'd one common FateLine 760 With Troy in Ashes, and his ruin'd State: He, who the Scepter of all Asia sway'd, Whom Monarchs like domestick Slaves obey'd, On the bleak Shoar now lies th' abandon'd King, * 1.1 A headless Carcass, and a nameless thing.Line 765

Then, not before, I felt my crudled Blood Congeal with Fear; my Hair with horror stood: My Father's Image fill'd my pious Mind; Lest equal Years might equal Fortune find. Again I thought on my forsaken Wife;Line 770 And trembl'd for my Son's abandon'd Life. I look'd about; but found my self alone: Deserted at my need, my Friends were gone. Some spent with Toil, some with Despair oppress'd, Leap'd headlong from the Heights; the Flames consum'd the (rest.Line 775 Thus, wand'ring in my way, without a Guide, The graceless Helen in the Porch I spy'd Of Vesta's Temple: there she lurk'd alone; Muffled she sate, and what she cou'd, unknown: But, by the Flames, that cast their Blaze around,Line 780 That common Bane of Greece and Troy, I found. For Ilium burnt, she dreads the Trojan Sword; More dreads the Vengeance of her injur'd Lord; Ev'n by those Gods, who refug'd her, abhorr'd. Trembling with Rage, the Strumpet I regard;Line 785 Resolv'd to give her Guilt the due reward. Shall she triumphant sail before the Wind, And leave in Flames, unhappy Troy behind?

Shall she, her Kingdom and her Friends review, In State attended with a Captive Crew;Line 790 While unreveng'd the good old Priam falls, And Grecian Fires consume the Trojan Walls? For this the Phrygian Fields, and Xanthian Flood Were swell'd with Bodies, and were drunk with Blood? 'Tis true a Souldier can small Honour gain,Line 795 And boast no Conquest from a Woman slain: Yet shall the Fact not pass without Applause, Of Vengeance taken in so just a Cause. The punish'd Crime shall set my Soul at ease: And murm'ring Manes of my Friends appease.Line 800 Thus while I rave, a gleam of pleasing Light Spread o're the Place, and shining Heav'nly bright, My Mother stood reveal'd before my Sight. Never so radiant did her Eyes appear; Not her own Star confess'd a Light so clear.Line 805 Great in her Charms, as when on Gods above She looks, and breaths her self into their Love. She held my hand, the destin'd Blow to break: Then from her rosie Lips began to speak. My Son, from whence this Madness, this neglectLine 810 Of my Commands, and those whom I protect? Why this unmanly Rage? Recall to mind Whom you forsake, what Pledges leave behind. Look if your helpless Father yet survive; Or if Ascanius, or Creusa live.Line 815 Around your House the greedy Grecians err; And these had perish'd in the nightly War, But for my Presence and protecting Care. Not Helen's Face, nor Paris was in fault; But by the Gods was this Destruction brought.Line 820 Now cast your Eyes around; while I dissolve The Mists and Films that mortal Eyes involve:

Purge from your sight the Dross, and make you see The Shape of each avenging Deity. Enlighten'd thus, my just Commands fulfill;Line 825 Nor fear Obedience to your Mother's Will. Where you disorder'd heap of Ruin lies, Stones rent from Stones, where Clouds of dust arise, Amid that smother, Neptune holds his place: Below the Wall's foundation drives his Mace:Line 830 And heaves the Building from the solid Base. Look where, in Arms, Imperial Juno stands, Full in the Scaean Gate, with loud Commands; Urging on Shore the tardy Grecian Bands. See Pallas, of her snaky Buckler proud,Line 835 Bestrides the Tow'r, refulgent through the Cloud: See Jove new Courage to the Foe supplies, And arms against the Town, the partial Deities. Haste hence, my Son; this fruitless Labour end: Haste where your trembling Spouse, and Sire attend:Line 840 Haste, and a Mother's Care your Passage shall befriend. She said: and swiftly vanish'd from my Sight, Obscure in Clouds, and gloomy Shades of Night. I look'd, I listen'd; dreadful Sounds I hear; And the dire Forms of hostile Gods appear.Line 845 Troy sunk in Flames I saw, nor could prevent; And Ilium from its old Foundations rent. Rent like a Mountain Ash, which dar'd the Winds; And stood the sturdy Stroaks of lab'ring Hinds: About the Roots the cruel Ax resounds,Line 850 The Stumps are pierc'd, with oft repeated Wounds. The War is felt on high, the nodding Crown Now threats a Fall, and throws the leafy Honours down. To their united Force it yields, though late; And mourns with mortal Groans th' approaching Fate:Line 855

The Roots no more their upper load sustain; But down she falls, and spreads a ruin thro' the Plain.

Descending thence, I scape through Foes, and Fire: Before the Goddess, Foes and Flames retire. Arriv'd at home, he for whose only sake,Line 860 Or most for his, such Toils I undertake, The good Anchises, whom, by timely Flight, I purpos'd to secure on Ida's height, Refus'd the Journey: Resolute to die, And add his Fun'rals to the fate of Troy:Line 865 Rather than Exile and old Age sustain. Go you, whose Blood runs warm in ev'ry Vein: Had Heav'n decreed that I shou'd Life enjoy, Heav'n had decreed to save unhappy Troy. 'Tis sure enough, if not too much for one;Line 870 Twice to have seen our Ilium overthrown. Make haste to save the poor remaining Crew; And give this useless Corps a long Adieu. These weak old Hands suffice to stop my Breath: At least the pitying Foes will aid my Death,Line 875 To take my Spoils: and leave my Body bare: As for my Sepulchre let Heav'n take Care. 'Tis long since I, for my Coelestial Wife, Loath'd by the Gods, have drag'd a ling'ring Life: Since ev'ry Hour and Moment I expire,Line 880 Blasted from Heav'n by Jove's avenging Fire. This oft repeated, he stood fix'd to die: My self, my Wife, my Son, my Family, Intreat, pray, beg, and raise a doleful Cry. What, will he still persist, on Death resolve,Line 885 And in his Ruin all his House involve! He still persists, his reasons to maintain; Our Pray'rs, our Tears, our loud Laments are vain.

Urg'd by Despair, again I go to try The fate of Arms, resolv'd in Fight to die.Line 890

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To y^e Right Hon^ble, Rob^t: L^d. Constable Vis^nt. Dunbar in y^e Kingdom of Scotland

AE 2. l. 915.

What hope remains, but what my Death must give? Can I without so dear a Father live? You term it Prudence, what I Baseness call: Cou'd such a Word from such a Parent fall? If Fortune please, and so the Gods ordain,Line 895 That nothing shou'd of ruin'd Troy remain: And you conspire with Fortune, to be slain; The way to Death is wide, th' Approaches near: For soon relentless Pyrrhus will appear, Reeking with Priam's Blood: The wretch who slewLine 900 The Son (inhuman) in the Father's view, And then the Sire himself, to the dire Altar drew.

O Goddess Mother, give me back to fate; Your Gift was undesir'd, and came too late. Did you for this, unhappy me conveyLine 905 Through Foes and Fires to see my House a Prey? Shall I, my Father, Wife, and Son, behold Welt'ring in Blood, each others Arms infold? Haste, gird my Sword, tho' spent, and overcome: 'Tis the last Summons to receive our Doom.Line 910 I hear thee, Fate, and I obey thy Call: Not unreveng'd the Foe shall see my Fall. Restore me to the yet unfinish'd Fight: My Death is wanting to conclude the Night. Arm'd once again, my glitt'ring Sword I wield,Line 915 While th' other hand sustains my weighty Shield: And forth I rush to seek th' abandon'd Field. I went; but sad Creusa stop'd my way, And cross the Threshold in my Passage lay; Embrac'd my Knees; and when I wou'd have goneLine 920 Shew'd me my feeble Sire, and tender Son. If Death be your design, at least, said she, Take us along, to share your Destiny. If any farther hopes in Arms remain, This Place, these Pledges of your Love, maintain.Line 925

To whom do you expose your Father's Life, Your Son's, and mine, your now forgotten Wife! While thus she fills the House with clam'rous Cries, Our Hearing is diverted by our Eyes. For while I held my Son, in the short space,Line 930 Betwixt our Kisses and our last Embrace; Strange to relate, from young Iulus Head A lambent Flame arose, which gently spread Around his Brows, and on his Temples fed. Amaz'd, with running Water we prepareLine 935 To quench the sacred Fire, and shake his Hair; But old Anchises, vers'd in Omens, rear'd His hands to Heav'n, and this request preferr'd. If any Vows, Almighty Jove, can bend Thy Will, if Piety can Pray'rs commend,Line 940 Confirm the glad Presage which thou art pleas'd to send. Scarce had he said, when, on our left, we hear A peal of ratling Thunder rowl in Air: There shot a streaming Lamp along the Sky, Which on the winged Lightning seem'd to fly;Line 945 From o're the Roof the blaze began to move; And trailing vanish'd in th' Idean Grove. It swept a path in Heav'n, and shone a Guide; Then in a steaming stench of Sulphur dy'd.

The good old Man with suppliant hands implor'dLine 950 The Gods protection, and their Star ador'd. Now, now, said he, my Son, no more delay, I yield, I follow where Heav'n shews the way. Keep (O my Country Gods) our dwelling Place, And guard this Relick of the Trojan Race:Line 955 This tender Child; these Omens are your own; And you can yet restore the ruin'd Town. At least accomplish what your Signs foreshow: I stand resign'd, and am prepar'd to go.

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To y^e Right Hon^ble: Mary Countess Dowager of Northampton

AE. 2. l. 985.

He said; the crackling Flames appear on high,Line 960 And driving Sparkles dance along the Sky. With Vulcan's rage the rising Winds conspire; And near our Palace rowl the flood of Fire. Haste, my dear Father, ('tis no time to wait) And load my Shoulders with a willing Fraight.Line 965 What e're befalls, your Life shall be my care, One Death, or one Deliv'rance we will share. My hand shall lead our little Son; and you My faithful Consort, shall our Steps purfue. Next, you my Servants, heed my strict Commands:Line 970 Without the Walls a ruin'd Temple stands, To Ceres hollow'd once; a Cypress nigh Shoots up her venerable Head on high; By long Religion kept: there bend your Feet; And in divided Parties let us meet.Line 975 Our Country Gods, the Relicks, and the Bands, Hold you, my Father, in your guiltless Hands: In me 'tis impious holy things to bear, Red as I am with Slaughter, new from War: 'Till in some living Stream I cleanse the GuiltLine 980 Of dire Debate, and Blood in Battel spilt. Thus, ord'ring all that Prudence cou'd provide, I cloath my Shoulders with a Lion's Hide; And yellow Spoils: Then, on my bending Back, The welcome load of my dear Father take.Line 985 While on my better Hand Ascanius hung, And with unequal Paces tript along. Creusa kept behind: by choice we stray Through ev'ry dark and ev'ry devious Way. I, who so bold and dauntless just before,Line 990 The Grecian Darts and shock of Lances bore, At ev'ry Shadow now am seiz'd with Fear: Not for my self, but for the Charge I bear.

Till near the ruin'd Gate arriv'd at last, Secure, and deeming all the Danger past;Line 995 A frightful noise of trampling Feet we hear; My Father looking through the Shades, with fear, Cry'd out, haste, haste my Son, the Foes are nigh; Their Swords, and shining Armour I descry. Some hostile God, for some unknown Offence,Line 1000 Had sure bereft my Mind of better Sence: For while through winding Ways I took my Flight; And sought the shelter of the gloomy Night; Alas! I lost Creusa: hard to tell If by her fatal Destiny she fell,Line 1005 Or weary sate, or wander'd with affright; But she was lost for ever to my sight. I knew not, or reflected, 'till I meet My Friends, at Ceres now deserted Seat: We met: not one was wanting, only sheLine 1010 Deceiv'd her Friends, her Son, and wretched me. What mad expessions did my Tongue refuse! Whom did I not of Gods or Men accuse! This was the fatal Blow, that pain'd me more Than all I felt from ruin'd Troy before.Line 1015 Stung with my Loss, and raving with Despair, Abandoning my now forgotten Care, Of Counsel, Comfort, and of Hope bereft, My Sire, my Son, my Country Gods, I left. In shining Armour once again I sheathLine 1020 My Limbs, not feeling Wounds, nor fearing Death. Then headlong to the burning Walls I run, And seek the Danger I was forc'd to shun. I tread my former Tracks: through Night explore Each Passage, ev'ry Street I cross'd before.Line 1025 All things were full of Horrour and Affright, And dreadful ev'n the silence of the Night.

Then, to my Father's House I make repair, With some small Glimps of hope to find her there: Instead of her the cruel Greeks I met;Line 1030 The house was fill'd with Foes, with Flames beset. Driv'n on the wings of Winds, whole sheets of Fire, Through Air transported, to the Roofs aspire. From thence to Priam's Palace I resort; And search the Citadel, and desart Court.Line 1035 Then, unobserv'd, I pass by Juno's Church; A guard of Grecians had possess'd the Porch: There Phaenix and Ulysses watch the Prey: And thither all the Wealth of Troy convey. The Spoils which they from ransack'd Houses brought;Line 1040 And golden Bowls from burning Altars caught. The Tables of the Gods, the Purple Vests; The People's Treasure, and the Pomp of Priests. A ranck of wretched Youths, with pinion'd Hands, And captive Matrons in long Order stands.Line 1045 Then, with ungovern'd Madness, I proclaim, Through all the silent Streets, Creusa's Name. Creusa still I call: At length she hears; And suddain, through the Shades of Night appears. Appears, no more Creusa, nor my Wife:Line 1050 But a pale Spectre, larger than the Life. Aghast, astonish'd, and struk dumb with Fear, I stood; like Bristles rose my stiffen'd Hair. Then thus the Ghost began to sooth my Grief: Nor Tears, nor Cries can give the dead Relief;Line 1055 Desist, my much lov'd Lord, t'indulge your Pain: You bear no more than what the Gods ordain. My Fates permit me not from hence to fly; Nor he, the great Comptroller of the Sky. Long wandring Ways for you the Pow'rs decree:Line 1060 On Land hard Labors, and a length of Sea.

Then, after many painful Years are past, On Latium's happy Shore you shall be cast: Where gentle Tiber from his Bed beholds The flow'ry Meadows, and the feeding Folds.Line 1065 There end your Toils: And there your Fates provide A quiet Kingdom, and a Royal Bride: There Fortune shall the Trojan Line restore; And you for lost Creusa weep no more. Fear not that I shall watch with servile Shame,Line 1070 Th' imperious Looks of some proud Grecian Dame: Or, stooping to the Victor's Lust, disgrace My Goddess Mother, or my Royal Race. And now, farewell: the Parent of the Gods Restrains my fleeting Soul in her Abodes:Line 1075 I trust our common Issue to your Care. She said: And gliding pass'd unseen in Air. I strove to speak, but Horror ty'd my Tongue; And thrice about her Neck my Arms I flung; And thrice deceiv'd, on vain Embraces hung.Line 1080 Light as an empty Dream at break of Day, Or as a blast of Wind, she rush'd away.

Thus, having pass'd the Night in fruitless Pain, I, to my longing Friends, return again. Amaz'd th' augmented Number to behold,Line 1085 Of Men, and Matrons mix'd, of young and old: A wretched Exil'd Crew together brought, With Arms appointed, and With Treasure fraught. Resolv'd, and willing under my Command, To run all hazards both of Sea and Land.Line 1090 The Morn began, from Ida, to display Her rosy Cheeks, and Phosphor led the day; Before the Gates the Grecians took their Post: And all pretence of late Relief was lost. I yield to Fate, unwillingly retire;Line 1095 And loaded, up the Hill convey my Sire.

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  This whole line is taken from Sir John Derhan.