The works of Publius Virgilius Maro translated by John Ogilby.

THE TENTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS.

THE ARGUMENT.

Jove calls a Councel, and declares the fates: Venus complains: Juno recriminates. Aeneas, Tarchon, and the Tyrrhens joyn'd, Their men aboard, they saile with prosperous wind. The martial List. Ships turn'd to Nymphs appear, And sad Aeneas with their counsel cheer. Landed, they fight; the Plain huge slaughter fills. Aeneas, Lausus; Turnus, Pallas kills. Shap'd like Aeneas, a fantastick shade Turnus provokes, and thence to sea convaide. Mizentius, to revenge his son, again Entring the fight, is by Aeneas slain.

MEan while heavens mighty courts are open, when The father of the gods, and king of men A counsel calls: from starry thrones, all lands He views, the Dardan camps, and Latian bands. And thus, all plac'd, he said: You deities, Wherefore so often change you your decrees?

And why in sharp debates ars you thus hot? Latium to war with Troy, granted not. Why this unlawfull strife? what jealousies made Or these, or them take arms, to fight perswade? Just time of war (nor hasten it) shall come, When cruel Carthage to the towres of Rome Through open Alpes shall great destruction send. Then may they all things spoile, with hate contend; But now desist, and make a happy peace.

Jove brief; but beauteous Venus answered these At large.—

Father, of men and gods eternal king, (For to none else may we petitions bring) Thou seest how Rutils boast, and Turnus rides Triumphing through the bands, who bold now prides In wars successe; nor Trojans wals defend, But they within their gates and works contend, With blood their trenches flow, and now their Prince Aeneas absent, wants intelligence. Must we be still besieg'd? must we again The walls of rising Troy 'gainst foes maintain? More armies yet? shall once more Diomed Against the Dardans his Aeolians lead? Then I new wounds, as I suppose, must feel, And I thy race, be pierc'd with mortal steel. If Trojans, without leave, for Latium made, Let them be punish'd, neither grant them aide: But if they all those Oracles obey Which Gods and Manes gave, who thy decree Can alter then? or why new fates ordain? Of our fir'd Navie why should I complain? Nor of the King of tempests, and those loud Storms which he rais'd, nor Iris from a cloud.

And now the fiends (which only were untride Of all the world) she raiseth to her side, And straight Alecto sent from Stygian waves: Who now through all th' Ausonian Cities raves. Nor am I mov'd for realms; whilst fortune stood We hop'd; let them now conquer thou think'st good. If no land thy sterne wife grants them t'injoy; By smokie ruines of consumed Troy, Father, I thee beseech; from arms detain Ascanius safe, preserv'd, let him remain. Aeneas may be tost through unknown seas, And whatsoever course fortune shall please He may pursue; Let me but save the boy, Ah let not cruel war the child destroy. Mine lorty Paphos, mine Amathus is, Cytherum and Idalian Palaces; Let him unexercis'd in cruel strife Of dreadfull war, there finish quiet life; Command aspiring Carthage then to lay Huge taxes on subdu'd Ausonia, And Tyrian Towrs that nothing shall debar. What help'd it us to 'scape from cruel war? To flie through Graecian fire, and to exhaust All dangers of the sea and countreys vast, Whilst Trojans for new Troy and Latium stand. We'had better built, on ashes of our land, Dwelt where Troy stood. Xanthus and Simois grant, And that again we Il••um may replant.

Highly incens'd then Royal Juno spake; Why mak'st thou me deep silence thus to break, And in this place our hidden grief declare? What God or man Aeneas forc'd to war? Or to the king Latinus made a foe? Fate him to Italy sent; then be it so.

Drove by Cassandra's rage, have we enjoyn'd Him to set sail, and venture iife to wind? Or trust a boy with conduct in the war? Or Tyrrhen faith, or realms in peace to stir? What power of mine betraid him, or what god? Where's Juno here, or Iris from a cloud? It is unjust Italians should surround Troy with a leaguer, and on native ground Turnus should stand, the great Pilumnus heire, Whom bright Venilia the blest goddesse bare. Shall Trojans thus with fire and sword persue, Take spoiles, and lawlesse others land subdue; Match where they please, rob husbands of their bride; Make shew of peace, and yet for war provide? Thou couldst from Grecian troops thy son regain; Place empty clouds, and shadows for the man: Thou couldst to Nymphs the Trojan Navy change: But if we help the Rutils, this seems strange. Aeneas absent, wants intelligence; And absent let him: thou for thy defence Idalium, high Cytherum hast: why then Tempst thou seats big with war and valiant men? Did we declining Phrygia's realm destroy? Or they who mov'd the Greeks to war with Troy? What did to arms Europe and Asia stir, And to break peace by rape? Th' Adulterer Did he take Sparta by our conduct led? Did I give arms, or war with foul lust fed? Thou shouldst have then been carefull; now complaints Are but in vain falsly thou me attainst.

Thus Juno pleads, and all the gods a noise With votes divided made; as when winds rise, And stopt by woods, a sudden mutmur send, Which doth a storm to marmers portend.

Then mighty Jove began who governs all, Silence imposd through the Olympick Hall. Earth to the Center shook, Heaven at a stand, The winds were laid, seas smooth as champaign land;

Careful attend my words; and bear in mind. Since these two nations cannot be conjoyn'd, And your divisions never will have end: What hope or fortune doth on each attend? Twixt Trojans, Rutils, Ile no difference make. This Siege by fate, if Latins undertake, Or else by Troys ill conduct or advice: Let each the chance of his own enterprise And danger bear: Iove's the same King to all, The fates will make their way whatever fall. This by his brothers streams he ratifide, Which round about th'infernall kingdome glide, Banks full of sulphure, and the horrid lakes, And with his nod he all Olymus shakes. Then from his golden throne great Iove did rise, Attended to his Court by deities.

Mean while the Rutils with great clamour came, Close to the gates, and hem'd the wals with flame; But in their trenches kept the Trojan band, No hope to 'scape, sad on high towrs they stand; To man their works but slender guards they place, Iasius, Thymetes, bold Hicetons race, With Castor, th' Assaraci and Tybris stood, With them two brothers of Sarpedons blood, Who them accompaned from the Lycian shore.

Acmon with all his strength a huge stone bore, A mountains greatest part, who in the wars No lesse then's father, or his brother dares; Some Javelins cast, and others stones did throw; And these did wild-fire hurl, or use their bow,

Behold Ascanius, Venus chiefest care, Amidst the thickest, with his Temples bare. So shines a jewell set in purest gold, Made to adorn the head, or neck infold, Such lustre ivory doth to box impart; Or to Orician brazill wrought by art. His snowie neck, his flowing hair receives: And purest gold his tresses interweaves.

Aiming thy shafts, and poisoning darts, the bold, Nations did thee, brave Ismarus, behold, In Lybia born, where men plow fertile lands, And rich Pactolus rowls his golden sands.

And Mnestheus present was, whose late successe, When from the wals he Turnus did represse, Him honour gave; and Capys of great fame, From whom Campania doth derive her name.

Whilst thus they were ingag'd in cruell fight; Aeneas sails through the dark seas by night. As soon as he to th' Etrurian army came, He'acquaints the General with his stock and name, What aids he needs, and what he hath declares: And what great force Mizentius prepares: And shews how fury Turnus doth incense, In humane greatnesse what small confidence Is to be plac'd; and humbly help did beg. Straight Tarchon forces joyns, and makes a League; Then freed by fate the Lydyans haste aboard, Under the conduct of a forrain Lord.

Aeneas ship the Admiral, sail before, And in her prow two Phrygian Lyons bore. Ida above which Trojans much old take; In this Aeneas did his voyage make, And various chance of war did ruminate; But on his left hand youthfull Pallus sate,

And learns the stars by which through night they stand Their course, his suffering then by sea and land.

You Muses, now open your sacred spring, And raise my notes, that I inspir'd may sing What bands Aeneas brought from Tuscan shore, Who man'd his ships which him to th' ocean bore.

I'th' brazen Tyger Massicus first stands, From Clusus he a thousand youth commands; Who Cosas left, these darts and javelins throw, And bear light quivers with a deadly bow; Fierce Abas next, with compleat armed bands, On's stern in gold shining Apollo stands. His mother Populonia did present Six hundred expert; and three, Ilva sent. The Ile for inexhausted mines prefer'd.

Asylas, gods interpreter, was third, Whom smoaking entrails, and the stars obey'd; He tongues of birds, presaging thunder sway'd; A thousand he did with sharp spears convey, Whom Latian Pisa that they should obey Gave strict command; and joyn'd in covenant, Who in the Ceres dwell, and those who plant By Minio's streams, them from old Pyrgians were, And from Gravisca of intemperate aire.

Cycnus that bold Lygurian, neither you Cupavo I'le orepasse, who led but few: A swans bright plume did from his crest advance, Of his transformed sire the cognisance. Love was your only crime: for, as 'tis said, Whilst Cycnus mourning in his sisters shade For his dear Phaeton, in the poplar grove, And with his sweet Muse comforts his sad love, His hoary hair into soft feathers grew, Then mounting to the stars he singing flew.

His son accompanied with equal bands, Rowes the great Centaure; she through billows stands Threatning the waves, tall like a mighty hill, And the deep ocean plowes with her long keel.

Ornus a band rais'd from his fathers shore, Prophetick Manto him to Tyber bore, Who gave to Mantua walls, and's mothers name: Mantua high-stock'd, but not from one race came: A triple kind, four tribes in each of them; But this the head, and strength o'th' Tusoan stem.

Hence came five hundred, which Mizentius deeds Arm'd 'gainst himself, whom Mincius crown'd with reeds Brought down from antient Benachus, the brine They boldly plow in a most warlike pine.

A hundred oars with bold Auletes come, Who sweep the waves, and make the billows fome. This mighty Triton bore, frighting the tydes With his shrill trump, his face and hairy sides Above presents a man, a whale the rest, And fomy waves resound beneath his breast. In thrice ten ships as many Leaders go Troy to relieve; and the salt ocean plow.

Now day had heaven forsaken, and the bright Moons black chariot scales Olympus height. The Prince, (for no rest grants his troubled mind) Sits at the helm, and swells the sails with wind. But then, behold! amidst his voyage, bends To him a train of Nymphs, his antient friends; Whom blest Cybelle bid to rule the seas, And had from ships transform'd to goddesses. They swam together, and the waves divide; As many ships did once at anchor ride: They knew their King, and round about him dance. Cymodocea, of best utterance,

Seiz'd with her right his stern, her left hand laves (Raising her self from sea) the silent waves, And thus she spake: Sleepst thou, O goddesse son? Awake, great Prince, and clap more canvase on. We are those pines which once crown'd sacred Ide, Thy Fleet, now chang'd to Nymphs: when terrifide With Turnus, threatning sword and fire then we Our cables broke, and through the sea sought thee: Cybelle pitying us, this form did give, Sea-Nymphs to be, and under waves to live. Put young Ascanius is beleaguer'd round With arms, and Latines ever warlike found; And now th' Arcadian horse joyn with the bold Hetrurians, and allotted quarters hold: To send a party, 's Turnus main designe To keep the passe; lest both their forces joyn. Rise, and command thy friends with early dawn, To arm themselves, and brace thy target on Which Vulcan gave thee, and th'unconquer'd shield Did with pure gold on the large border gild. Next day, if thou conceive my words not vain, Thou shalt behold huge heaps of Rutils slain.

This said, she takes her leave, and as she dives Her skilfull hand, the lusty vessel drives. Swift as a dart through billows flies the ship, Or winged shafts that nimble winds outstrip. So the whole fleet divide the briney seas,

This, much amaz'd great Anchisiades, But yet the omen did his spirits raise: Then freely viewing heavens mighty convex, prayes,

Mother of gods, thou who in Dyndimus prid'st, And towre-crown'd cities, and with lyons rid'st: O guide me in the fight! Dear goddesse, be Neer with protection, and blest augurie!

Whilst thus he pray'd, Aurora with new light Led on the day, and darknesse put to flight. First he commands that they should all appeare, Refresh their spirits, and for fight prepare. And now his Dardan city he beheld, Then from the stern he shews his glittering shield, At which a Trojan shout mounts to the stars; And hope thus added, more their fury spurs. Then thick they javelins cast: Cranes, not so loud Extend their voices from a gloomy cloud When they with clamour cut the yielding skie, And from a threatned tempest sounding flie.

But the Rutilian King, and all the bold Ausonian chiefs with wonder did behold, Till they to shore saw the tall Navy stood, And winged vessels hide the ample flood. His crest now burns, flames from his plumes aspire, And Turnus golden helm did shine with fire.

As in moyst night, a blazing Comet streams With bloody omens red, and Syrius beams Brings to sad mortals sicknesses and thirst, And heaven in mourning hangs, with influence curst.

But nothing daunts bold Turnus confidence To march to shore, and drive th'adventurers thence; And thus, with words did sleeping valour rouse.

You have obtain'd what long you sought with vowes, And now you have it in your power to fight; Then let your wives and fortunes you excite! Your fathers facts and fame to memory call; Let's sudden charge, and on them bravely fall, Whilst now they landing reel, with staggering feet. Fortune assists the bold. This said, he casts what forces out to lead, And whom to trust with walls beleaguered.

Me while Aeneas laders for his men Plac'd from the lofty ships: but many then Observ'd when waves retreated from the shores, Then leap to land; but others trust their ores. Tarchon supposing he a coast had found Where was no shoal, nor broke waves did resound, But a calme water with a swelling tyde. Thither he turns, and to his men thus cryde.

Now lustie youth, now to your tackling stand; Drive in the ship, and strike that enemie land; And let the keel in its own furrow sit; To gain that landing, Ile my vessell split.

This said, at once all stoutly ply their ores, And brought their foaming ships to Latine shores, Untill their fleet safe on dry ground did stand, And without harme the whole navie came to land. But thy ship Tarchon did not save her self, For whilst it hung upon a spightful shelf, Beaten with billows, it was bilg'd at last, And all her Souldiers in the Ocean cast; Whilst Plancks and broken ores did hinder them, And drew their sliding feet back with the stream.

Nor Turnus us'd delay, but all his bands Gainst Trojans draws, and on the shore he stands, They sound a charge; and first Aeneas sets On rustick bands, and a good signe, defeats A Latine squadron, and bold Thero slew, Who at Aeneas desperately flew; Quite through his golden mail, and brazen targe, His sword in's bosome found a passage large. Then Lycas rip'd from's mothers belly kil'd, Sacred to thee O Phoebus, though a child, He steel escap'd: not far from thence orethrows Stern Cysseus and huge Gyas, dealing blows

With knottie clubs; nor could Alcides armes Nor mighty size, nor could in those alarms Their father help, who Hercules did aid In all th'adventures which on earth he made. Behold! whilst Pharon vainly boasts, he cast A spear, which in's clamouring mouth stuck fast: And nex'd unhappy Cydon, whilst he seeks His new love Clytius, fair with downie cheeks Aeneas slew, and of that love now freed Youth to him made; thou hadst lamented dy'd, But that thy brothers up against him drew, Seven, Phorcus off-spring, who seven javelins threw: Some harmlesse, on his shield and helme resound, Some Venus broke, not suffering to wound.

Then did Aeneas true Achates call, And said, bring me those darts (nor this hand shall Spend one against the Rutilie in vain) Drawn from Greek bodies on the Dardan plain. This said, he snatch'd a javelin strong and large, Which well aim'd, pierc'd through Meons brazen targe, And through his breast and breast-plate passage made. Alcanor his bold brother giving aid, Bringing his dying brother of, by chance, Through th'arm sustain'd him flies the winged lance, And sticking in the wound with blood was dide: His hand, with slack nerves hanging by his side.

From's brothers body Numitor, a lance Having pul'd forth, t'Aeneas did advance; But him it must not wound, the spear past by, And fix'd it self in great Achates thigh. Here youthfull Lausus up a squadron brings, And a rough javelin at bold Driophes flings; Under his chin, in's throat fast stuck the lance; Bereaving him of speech and life at once.

Down on his face he tumbles on the earth; And a deep sea of purple vomits forth.

Three Thracians next, of Boreas high descent, And three of Ida's sons, from Ismar sent By severall ways he slew: Hales brings on Aruncian bands; next charge great Neptune's son Well hors'd Messapus: these get ground, now they, They fought in th'entrance of Ausonia: At warring tempests meet, in th'ample skies, With equall strength, and equall courages; Nor winds, nor clouds, nor seas give place; in doubt The battell stands, resolv'd to fight it out. So came the Trojans and the Latins on, Set foot to foot and close up man to man.

But on the other side, where streams had born Down rowling stones, and shrubs from bancks had torn, Pallas beheld, th'Arcadian horse unskil'd To fight with foot, to shrink, and leave the field, Whom disadvantage of the ground compels To quit their horse, having no succour else In that extream; these he intreats and prayes, And now with sharp words did their courage raise.

Where do you flie? by th'acts which you have done, By great Evanders name, and victories won, And my adventures for my Countreys praise: Trust not to flight, but charge the enemies; And where they thickest stand, there venture through; Your Prince, your Countrey, this requires of you. No Gods oppose, mortal 'gainst mortal stands, You have more courage; and as many hands; Before the Oceans waves opposed be, No land is left, are you for Troy by sea?

This said, he charg'd amongst the thickest foes, Whom Lagus by sterne fates did first oppose;

Who whilst he lifts at him a mighty stone, Was with his spear run through the shoulder bone; Then back again he drew the fastned lance, Whom Hisbon could not, though he did advance, Relieve: for Pallas whilst he rush'd betwixt Him in his rage, with the same javelin fix'd, And gave him his companions cruell death; For he his sword in's swelling lungs did sheath, Next Sthelenus and Anchemelus he kil'd, Who boldly his step-mothers bed defil'd. Then Thymber and Larides were orethrown In Rutile fields, these twins, so like, that none Though well acquainted, could a difference make; Whose Parents oft rejoyc'd at the mistake. But Pallas now a sad distinction made, Lops Thymbers head off with th'Evandrian blade, And thy right hand for thee (Larides) felt; The half-dead fingers trembling, sought the hilt;

Mov'd with this speech and valour of the man, Vex'd and ashamde, on the Arcadians ran, And here the valiant Pallas Rhetus slew, As in his chariot passing by he flew; (This only stay there was of Ilus chance, For he at Ilus aim'd his mighty lance.) And Rhetus hits, as cowardly he shuns Bold Teuthrus thee, and from thy brother runs With his deaths wound he from his chariot reels, And beats Rutilian Plains with dying heels;

As when a swaine in woods makes many fires, When gales in spring, blow fresh, to his desires: Straight the main bodie's seiz'd; all meet again, And Vulcans bands triumphing spread the Plain; Whilst victor he the conquering flames survaid: So Pallas friends conjoyn'd to bring him aide.

But stout Halesus bends 'gainst all alarms, And puts himself in posture with his arms. Demodocus, Ladon, Pharetes did dispatch, Lops Strymons hands, which at his throat did catch: Then with a stone o'th' head takes Thoas full, And beats into his brains his battered scull.

Halesus was in woods by's father hid, Foreseeing fate: but when the old man dy'd, Him destiny with cruel hands did seise, And by th'Evandrian sword did sacrifice, Whom Pallas charg'd, thus having made his prayer.

O father Tyber! grant, this brandish'd spear May through Halesus bosome make its way! And to thy oke his arms and spoils I'le pay. The god inclin'd; whilst he did Imaon save, His open breast t'Arcadian lance he gave. But Lausus powrfull in the war, kept all His men undaunted, at this Captains fall. First Abas slew, who first maintain'd the fight, Th' Arcadians and Hetrurians put to flight, And you O! Trojans, scap'd the Grecian bands. They charge with equal Chiefs, and like commands; Double their fronts, so thick the iron grove They could not use their arms, nor weapons move. Here Pallas charges: Lausus did ingage Another party there; nor of their age Much difference was, and both most gallant men: But fortune had denide they should agen Their native country see; for whom commands Olympus starry palaces, withstands That they should meet, in single fight oppose; On them their fates attend by greater foes.

Mean while his sister Turnus did advise Lausus to help: he through the battel flies

On winged wheels; and there where he espide His men ingag'd, he spake; Stand all aside, And let me only now with Pallas joyn, The honour of his death must needs be mine: I would his father were spectator here! This said, the field at his command they cleer. But Pallas, when the Rutils had retir'd, Then Turnus proud commands the youth admir'd; And viewing his huge body, was amaz'd: Yet with a cruel eye upon him gaz'd; And saying thus, against the Tyrant came:

I shall obtain his spoils and mighty fame, Or noble death; each will my father please. Then briefly said, Forbear such threats as these. And with the word, drew to the open plains. Cold fear th'Arcadians blood drives from their veins. Turnus from's chariot lights, on foot to fight: And as a Lyon comes who from a height Hath seen a Bull, for battel to prepare; So in his march the King himself did beare.

When Pallas saw he could him with his sance Reach, as he pleas'd; then first he did advance, If fortune pleas'd, would him, though weaker, aid: Then thus to Hercules in high heaven he praid.

Oh, by my fathers hospitable board, Which thou a stranger honour'dst once; afford Assistance now to this great enterprise! Let Turnus me behold with dying eyes, Breathing his last, a Conquerour to seise His bloody arms! This heard great Hercules; And powring vain tears forth, he gave a groan, Then Jove with comfort thus bespake his son, Each hath his fate; Short and irreparable time Mans life enjoyes: But by brave deeds to clime

To honours height, this they by valour gain. How many sons of Gods at Troy were slain? Sarpedon there, my progenie, did fall; And Turnus fates for him already call, And he to his appointed date must yield. This said, his eye turns from th'Ausonian field.

But Pallas with huge strength his javelin threw, And's glittering sword straight from his scabberd drew; It through aethereal orbs resounding flies, Where the high coverings of his shoulder lies; Then through the skirts of's shield a passage found, And gave to mighty Turnus a small wound.

Here Turnus having pois'd a spear of oke, Pointed with steel, aiming at Pallas, spoke: See if our javelin will not better passe. This said, his shield plated with steel and brasse, So thick with bull-hides lin'd, trembling, it prest; And through his corslet pierc'd his ample brest. He from the wound in vain the warm spear drew, Whilst the same way, blood and his soul, persue. Falling on's wound, his arms above resound, And dying, bites with bloody mouth the ground. Then Turnus standing ore, Arcadians, tell Evander these he said; I Pallas send such as he merited: Whatere the honour is of obsequie And joy at funerals, shall my bounty be; Aeneas entertainment shall be paid Back with no small reward. Thus having said, And treading with his left foot on the dead, He seiz'd his belt richly embroidered, Wrought with a crime; in one nights nuptials slain So many youths, blood, bridal chambers stain.

And with pure gold skilfull Eurytion wrought, Which spoils now Turnus boasts proud to have got; Men not foreseeing chanee, and future fates, And to observe a mean in prosperous States. The time shall come, when Turnus will in vain Wish, with a Kingdomes price, Pallas unslain, And with those spoils he shall abhor the day. With groans and tears his servants Pallas lay Upon a shield, and round about him mourn, Great grief and glory to thy sire return, This thy first day in war, and this thy last, But yet thou heaps of slain Rutilians sawst.

Not of so great misfortune only fame, But certain tydings to Aeneas came; Which told his army in great danger stands, And now or never aid his shrinking bands. Whoere he meets, he levels with his sword, And steele to him a passage did afford. Seeking thee Turnus with new slaughter proud: Pallas, Evander, favours they allow'd To him a Stranger, and those aids he brought Present themselves, to his revengeful thought. Four gallant youths, which were at Sulmon bred, As many which cold Ʋfens nonrished, Living he took: for shades an offering dire, Whose captive blood should due the funeral fire.

At Mago then a dreadful spear he threw, Who stooping, 'ore him, the swift javelin flew; He suppliant then, grasping his knees, begun. By thy sires Manes, and thy hopeful son, This life, both for a son and father save. I have a Pallace, where I talents have Of hoarded silver, and huge summes of gold, Coind and uncoin'd. This victory can't withhold.

Nor one mans life so great a difference make. This said: Then thus to him Aeneas spake. The gold and silver which thou mention'st, spare To help thy children; Turnus in this War Hath bar'd all quarter since he Pallas slew, This to my father, and my son is due. Then, whilst he mercy craves, he seiz'd his crest And ran to th'hilts his sword within his brest.

Hard by was Phoebus prest, Aemonius son VVith all his robes, Surplice and Mytre on, Known by his glorious arms, and glittering shield, Him first he charg'd, and drives through all the field. Then of him faln a sacrifice he made, And standing ore, hides with his mighty shade. Serestus takes his curious arms to be A lasting trophie, father Mars to thee.

Ceculus, Vulcans son, and Ʋmbro, who Came from th'Martian fields, the fight renew, Whom the Prince meets: as Anxure did advance, He lops off both his shield and arm at once. For he devin'd t'himself some great successe, And vain Enthusiasmes, beleev'd no lesse; With his phantastick spirit he mounts the stars, Promising t'himself long life and hoarie hairs.

Well arm'd Tarquitus then came boldly on, Whom the nymph Dryope bore, old Faunus son, Towards him Aeneas raging did advance, And through his shield and corslet drives his lance. Whilst he did many ways beg life in vain, And us'd perswasions quarter to obtain, Cuts off his head the warm trunck down did rowl; Then standing ore him, from a bitter soul Thus much he said. Thou so much fear'd lie there, Nor shall thy woful mother thee interre:

Or in thy fathers tombe thy body lay; Thou shalt be left for birds and beasts a prey, Or waves shall roll thee in the ocean drownd, And greedy fish shall lick thy bleeding wound.

Anthaeus and Lycas next he followed, Who the prime squadrons of bold Turnus led. Stout Numa did, and bright-hair'd Camers chace, Sprung from great Volscens, who the richest was Of Italy, and rul'd Amyclean lands. As bold Aegean with a hundred hands Did belch from fifty mouths devouring flame, When arm'd against Joves thunderbolts he came; As many swords did shake, and sounding shields. So rag'd Aeneas conquering through the fields: His sword now warm, behold he next proceeds Dreadfull against Nyphaeus chariot steeds; But they far off, as him they saw draw near, Raging extremely, turn, being struck with fear, And rushing back, their Captain overthrew, And to the shore they with the chariot flew. But mean while Lucagus with white horse rides, In th'open plain his brother Lyger guides The winged chariot, and the reins commands, His drawn sword Leucagus brandish'd in his hands, Nor them Aeneas suffers to advance, But gainst them boldly he presents his lance. To whom then Lyger said, These are not Diomedes horse, nor dost thou see Achilles chariot, nor Greek enemie: Now, in this field thou life and war shalt end. Thus vapouring Lyger did with words contend. But the bold Trojan studied no reply, He throws his javelin at the enemy:

When Leucagus bending, having cast his speare, His left foot out, did for the fight prepare. Under his shield Aeneas javelin found Way to his left thigh with a mighty wound: He from his chariot tumbles down half dead, When in stern language thus Aeneas said:

Sir, your slow horse have not your chariot lost, Nor were they frighted from the enemies host; But you your self your chariot have forsook, And strait he seiz'd the horses, as he spoke. His brother then disarm'd, himself submits, And craving quarter, he his office quits. Now for thy self and thy great parents sake, Brave Prince, O spare my life, and pity take! Aeneas said, You were more malepert: Die; for thy brother thou shalt not desert. Then he the closet of his soul displaid With his bright sword. The Dardan Heroe made Such slaughters then, and like a whirlwind raves, Or some huge deluge with orewhelming waves. Ascanius and his bands besieg'd in vain, Break through their ports, and sally to the plain.

Mean while to Juno thus bespake great Jove: My dearest sister, and my most dear Love; As thou believ st, (nor doth thy judgment erre) Venus upholds the Trojans in this war; And not great strength, and lively courages.

To whom then Juno modestly replies: Great Sir, why do you thus disquiet me Opprest with woe, fearing thy sad decree? Had I that power by love, which once was mine, And should be still; at least thou wouldst incline

That I in safety from the fight should bring Turnus to's fathers court. But now, great King, Let him be slain, and if thou think it good, Let cruel Trojans shed his royal blood, Though he from us derive his stock and name, Who from Pilumnus the fourth of spring came, And oft thy altars heap'd with sacrifice.

To whom Olympus mighty King replies: If thou delayes from speedy death wouldst have, And for a time the haplesse young man save; And if thou thinkst it lies within my power, Turnus by flight save from the fatal houre. This I may grant: but if in your request Conceal'd you drive a further interest, So the whole fortune of the war again To bring about; thou foster'st hope in vain.

Then Juno weeping, said: You may connive At what you dare not grant; and he may live. But now his woful destiny draws near, Or else I am transported with vain fear: Oh that false terror still would me delude! And thou, who mayst, wouldst better things conclude.

Thus having said, from lofty heaven she flies, Girded with clouds, winds driving through the skies; And to th'Ausonian camp and Trojans made. Then she an aiery cloud, a hoslow shade Form'd like Aeneas, which (most strange) she drest In Dardan arms, and shield; a flowing crest Puts on his honour'd head; then made it talk, Speak without lungs, and like Aeneas walk. Such shapes they say, that dead mens spirits have, Or those in dreams our drowsie sense deceive.

But the insulting shadow takes the Van, Calling aloud, and challeng'd out the man.

Turnus advanc'd, and's sounding javelin threw; The Shade retreats, and suddenly withdrew. As soon as Turnus did himself perswade Aeneas fled, swolne with vain hope, he said: What, fly'st thou Trojan, and thy bride dost leave? The land thou sought'st by sea, this hand shall give. Thus brandishing his sword, he eas'd his mind; Nor thought his hope did fleet before the wind.

Behind a rock, by chance, in a calm bay With ready ladders a tall vessel lay, Which king Osinius brought to Clusine shore; Hither it self the fleeting shadow bore, And takes the hold; nor slower were Turnus steps, All stay he conquers, ore high bridges leaps. No sooner shipt. Juno the cable cuts, And to the sea the floating vessel puts.

But through the fight mean while Aeneas goes Turnus to find and many overthrows. Nor longer the phantastick shadow lies Hid under deck, but vanishing, it flies Up to the stars, and with dark clouds conjoin'd: Whilst Turnus drives to sea before the wind, And both his hands did to high heaven advance, For safety thanklesse, ignorant of the chance: O Jove, he said, deserve I this from thee? And is't thy will thus, thus to punish me? Ah whether must I go? from whence came I? Where shall I land? or whither do I fly? Shall I Laurentian towrs behold agen? View my own camp, where all those gallant men Which did my fortune and my arms attend, Ah, I have left, to meet a woful end! I hear their dying groans; now now I view My routed army flie: what shall I do!

Oh that the earth would gape and swallow me: Or rather gentle winds, more favouring be, (For your assistance Turnus now invokes) Ah drive this vessel on obdurate rocks; Split on the sands where friends shall never see My corps, nor blasted fame shall follow me.

This said, his mind on no resolve could place; Whether he should for this so vile disgrace Upon himself a punishment afford. And desperate in his bowels sheath his sword; Or leap into the sea, and swim to shore, And 'gainst the Trojans arm himself once more. Thrice he attempted both; great Juno thrice His rashnesse staid with soberer advice. The ship cuts billows, and with favouring tides To the old city of his father glides.

Jove did mean while Mizentius soul enlarge, That with fresh power the conquerours he should charge. 'Gainst whom the Tyrrhens joyn; all 'gainst one man With deadly hate and cruel weapons ran. He as a rock amongst vast billows stood, Scorning loud winds, and raging of the flood; And fix'd remaining, all the force defies Muster'd from threatning seas, and thundring skies. Hebrus, Dolicaons son, he overthrew, Latagus with him, and Palmus as he flew; But with a stone, no small part of a hill, Dashing in s face, he Latagus did kill. Palmus comes ore maim'd with his wounded knee, And gave his arms, bold Lausus, unto thee. Next Thrygian Eavns, Mimas was orethrown, Of Paris age, and his companion, Whom, the same night the Queen gave Paris birth, Pregnant with fire, Theano did bring forth

To old Amycus: he at home was slain, But Mimas fell in the Laurentian Plain.

He as a hunted bore from mountains bends, Whom, long, pine bearing Vesulus defends, And many years Laurentian marshes bred, Where he with mast and bul-rushes was fed, After he finds himself amidst their nets, He stands, and foaming, up his bristles sets, Against his rage the boldest dare not go, But with safe showts at distance javelins throw. So stood Mizentius 'gainst his Subjects rage, Yet none so hardy durst their King ingage; Put out of reach at him they cast their spears With mighty shouts; he not the proudest fears, But angry raungeth through the spacious field, Bearing a grove of javelins on his shield.

Acron a Greek, but in Corytus bred, Drawn to this war, left his new-marriage bed: Him when he saw amongst the squadrons, drest In wedding garments, and a purple vest; As a starv'd lion who doth oft invade Some lofty stall, (for hunger will perswade) If he a nimble goat espie by chance, Or else a dear a tall crest to advance, Gaping he raves, and bristles up his main, And growling lies devouring of the slain? Then baths his mouth with blood.

So fierce Mizentius rag'd 'mongst thickest foes, And most unhappy Acron overthrows. Breathing his last, beating the earth, he lies, And the strong javelin with his blood he dies.

Yet scorns Orodes flying to orethrow, And through his back to give the deadly blow;

But runs and meets him; he by prowesse can More then by art, and charges man to man; Then on him down setting his foot and spear, Said great Orodes, once so fear'd, lies here: His Souldiers raise a shout. But dying, he Who e're thou art, said, I reveng'd shall be; Nor shalt thou long triumph, thy fate draws nigh, And thou with me, in the same field shalt lie. VVith a grim smile Mizentius then replies, Thou first shalt die: who rules both earth and skies, Let him dispose of me. Thus saying, he then His javelin draws from the dead corps agen: A hard and iron rest seal'd up his sight, And clos'd his eye in everlasting night.

Caedicus, Alcathous; and Sacrator slew Hydaspes; Rapo, Parthens overthrew, And valiant Orses; but Messapus sped Clonius and Ericates he left dead; This tangled in the trappings of his steed; On foot makes th'other sure: next did proceed Lycius 'gainst him who Valerus did kill, Though he was cunning at his Grandsires skill. Salius, Autronius; Neacles, Salius slew, Who us'd the dart, and well a long bow drew. Now bloody Mars inrag'd on both sides fals, Matching their grief with equall funerals; Victors and those are worsted, both come on, And both retreat: flight is to neither known. The Gods in loves High court pity their rage, That thus poor mortals should themselves ingage. Here Venus sits, there cruell Iuno stands, And pale Tisiphone raves amidst the bands.

But here Mizentius a huge javeline shakes, And to the field highly incensed makes.

So tall Oryon through the swelling tides Marcheth on foot, the waves scarce reach his sides; Or when he stalks more proudly on dry land, Bringing from hils an old ash in his hand; Whilst his proud head amongst the clouds he hides: So in his mighty arms Mizentius prides.

Aeneas having spi'de him through the bands, Marches against him: He undaunted stands, Waiting th'approach of his magnanimous foe; And having took the measure of his throw: This hand which is my God, and this my spear Which now I poise, grant your assistance here. That cruell Pirates spoils and arms I now For thee a trophie, dearest Lausus vow. This said, at him he cast his sounding lance. But the swift spear did from his target glance, And far from thence through noble Anthor run; This was great Hercules companion, Who sent from Argos with Evander staid, And his abode now in Ausonia made. Thus hurt he fals, and haplesse views the skies, Remembring his dear Argos as he dies.

His javelin then valiant Aeneas threw, Which through his brazen quilted target flew, Where three bull-hides tan'd did their force conjoyn, And fast it stuck, in bold Mizentius groyn. Whose strength now fails: soon as Aeneas saw The Tyrrhens blood, straight he his sword did draw, And whilst he was astonish d, rusheth on,

This Lausus viewing, fetch'd a heavy grone For his dear father, and salt tears he sheds: Here thy sad death, and most renowned deeds, If antient stories have related truth, I shall not silence, O most noble youth.

Mizentius hurt, began some ground to yield, Drawing the hostil weapon from his shield; Lausus steps in and brought his father aid, And took the blow which fierce Aeneas made On his own shield; receives him with delays; At which a shout his glad companions raise: Whilst the hurt father from the fight withdrew, Defended by his son, Iavelins they threw, And 'gainst the foe their lances thick discharge: Aeneas rag'd protected with his targe.

As when a showre descends of hail and rain, Straight all the husbandmen forsake the Plain; Under dry roofs himself the traveler saves, Or shelters under bancks, or rockie caves, Until the storm is o're: that when the Sun Returns, he may perfect the work begun.

So was Aeneas overwhelm'd with darts, Bearing the tempest thundring from all parts: And Lausus he rebukes; now menaceth The bold youth thus; why hastenst thou thy death? And dost so much above thy strength assay? Thy Piety, fond youth, doth thee betray. But he no lesse rashly himself ingag'd; At which the Dardan Prince extreamly rag'd; And now ••is thread of life the fates had span; In him to th'hilts his sword Aeneas ran, And through the threatners shield, and arms it pass'd, And coat, his mother with pure gold had grac'd: I lood drown'd his breast, his soul her Progresse makes Down to pale shades, and the cold corps forsakes. But when his face great Anehisiades, And cheeks now wonderfully pale espies, He stretch'd his hand, then sigh'd with grief opprest, And now his fathers love affects his breast,

Saying poor youth, what fame for thee is due? What worthy gift shall I bestow on you? Take thy lov'd arms (if those thou dost regard) And with thy Royall Parents be interr'd, This comfort have in thy sad funeral, That thou by great Aeneas hand didst fall. Then checks his lingring friends, himself before Raising him up, his hair defil'd with gore.

Mean while his father at the crystal streams Of Tyber cleans'd his wound, and eas'd his limbs Against a tree, on which his helm he hung, And on the grasse his pondrous armour flung; A choice guard round: panting, his neck did rest, Which bowing, with his beard cover'd his breast; Then asks for Lausus, and oft sends to find, And call him off, since 'twas his fathers mind. But the dead youth, his friends in sorrow drown'd Bore on a shield, slain by a mighty wound; Far off the crie his soul presaging knew, Then on his silver hair rowl dust he threw, And both his hands at once to heaven he heaves, Then thus complaining to the body cleaves.

Dear son, was life to me so sweet that thou Whom: begot, for me shouldst suffer now, Must I thy father draw this vital breath, Sav'd by thy wounds, and live by thy sad death? O let me now to woful exile go, Since I behold this wound, this fatall blow. Oh son, my acts have blasted thy renown, Expuls'd by malice from my throne and crown; 'Twas I should suffer in this hatefull strife, And many deaths pay for this wicked life; Yet still I live, view heaven, converse with man; But Ile forsake them all. Then he began,

Thus saying, to raise his feeble thigh from ground, And though it fail'd him with so great a wound, Undaunted he, commands his horse provide. This was his comfort, this his only pride, On this through all his fights did Conqueror go, To whom he spake, declaring thus his woe;

Of long life (Phoebus) we have had the proof, (If any time to mortals were enough,) Either we must Aeneas head this day, And bloody spoils in triumph bear away, Revenging Lausus: or if fates deny Assistance, we will both together die. For sure most valiant Steed thou'lt not admit A Trojan rider, nor a strangers bit.

Thus having spoke, up sad Mizentius gets, And soon himself in comely manner seats; Then both his hands did with sharp javelins load; On his bright helm whole mains of horses fload. And straight he marches up; whilst mighty shame, Grief and distraction, did his soul inflame, Love provokes rage; and losse of honour, all. Then thrice aloud, did for Aeneas call. The Trojan knew the voice, and thus he pray'd, So may great Jove and Phoebus now perswade That thou begin the fight.

And praying, with a dreadful spear march'd on. But he, why hast thou rob'd me of my son Most cruell man, and terrifiest me thus? Since no way else thou hadst to ruine us: Nor fear we death, nor any God regard. Leave of thy prayers, to die I come prepar'd; But first these legacies Ile on thee bestow. This said, he cast a javelin at the foe,

Another after, then another flings; And swiftly wheels about in mighty rings. Aeneas shield receives them; thrice he goes About him standing, and sharp lances throwes. Three times the Trojan turning where he stood, Bore on his brazen shield a mighty wood. Vext with delay, and plucking from his targe So many spears, and with the dangerous charge, Plotting all means, at last he did advance, And through his horses head he sent his lance; Who rising then, beats with his feet the skies, And tumbling backward, on his rider lies Oppressing much his arm extended out. Trojans and Latines send to heaven a shout. In, leaps Aeneas, and his bright sword drew, And thus he said; Where's proud Mizentius now, And that fierce courage made him once so bold?

But he, as soon as heaven he did behold, And coming to himself recoverd breath; Why triumph'st thou, proud foe, and threatenst death? May I not die? Therefore I fought with thee, Nor made my son such articles for me. One thing (if vanquisht foes gain suits) I crave A burial: I know my people have Me in disdain; their fury, oh prevent, And grant my son and me one monument.

This said, his throat receive th'expected blow, And on his arms his soul in blood did flow.