The works of Publius Virgilius Maro translated by John Ogilby.

THE TWELFTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS.

THE ARGUMENT.

Turnus resolv'd by fight to end the wars, Straight challengeth Aeneas; he prepares To meet. The Tim•• and Place appointed, both To observe articles, take a solemn Oath. Iuturna sent th'agreement to disturbe. Nor could the Trojan Prince his Army curbe. Aeneas hurt: Turnus incourag'd, then Enters the fight, and slaughters many men. Venus her off-spring cures. Inrag'd he goes To seek bold Turnus, amongst thickest foes; But missing him, attempts the Town to gain; Amata's wofull death and Turnus stain.

WHen Turnus saw the valiant Latins tir'd With bad successe, his promise now requir'd, Himself now look'd upon he rages more, And courage takes. As on the Lybian shore, A wounded Lyon by the Hunters chac'd, Bold makes a stand, and chargeth them at last.

Breaking the spear, he shakes his curled main, And roaring, doth with bloody mouth complain. Such rage as this inflames bold Turnus breast, Who thus to th'King his troubled mind exprest.

There shall be no delay in Turnus sword; Will the perfidions Trojans keep their word, And stand to their ingagement? I will fight; Perform great King for leagues the sacred rite. Either this Asian fugitive by me Shall perish, (let the Latins sit and see) And I this common mischief shall destroy, Or he victorious over me, injoy The fair Lavinia for his Royall bride. To whom the King undiscompos'd repli'de.

Most valiant Prince; the more thy vertues be, So much more carefull it behoveth me Councel to take, and weigh each chance with care. Thine Daunus realms, and many cities are By wars successe and thy great valour thine; By wealth and power I have enough for mine. In Latium other Virgins may be found, Who for their high extraction are renown'd. Let me unfold these sayings which are hard, Without formalities, and my words regard; That I to no Italian Prince should wed My daughter, men and gods all prophes'ed. Took with thy love, with thy alliance took, And with my sad wives tears, all bonds I broke, The promis'd bride detain'd, took impious arms; Since you have seen what miseries, wars, what harms Insu'd, and thy own danger; we orethrown In two great battels, scarce defend the town; And swolne with Latin blood, yet Tyber boyls, Our bones make white the fields in mighty piles.

How is our mind with various counsels tost? What weaknesse changeth it? were Turnus lost, I should make peace; why rather then all strife Remove not I, and yet preserve thy life? What will thy own Rutilians think? what may The other Princes of Ausonia say? If (heaven forbid it) I should ruine thee, Seeking our daughter and affinitie, View wars events, and thy old father spare, Who now at home for thee lies plung'd in care. But words could nothing Turnus wrath asswage, The medicine makes him worse, and more to rage, Soon as he could, thus he began to say. What care you take for me, great Prince; I pray For me lay by: sire is sold cheap for fame, Nor we dear father feeble javelins aim And from those wounds I deal blood will appear. Nor shall his goddesse mother then be near, Him flying with a femall cloud to save. Nor with vain shadows shall our eyes deceive.

But the Queen weeping, with wars chance dismai'd, Orewhelmed with grief, thus did her son disswade, Dear Turnus by these tears, if any love Of sad Amata thy kind bosome move, (Thou my sole comfort, and my ages prop, Who art our glory, and our Kingdoms hope, On whom our falling house doth only rest) O challenge not the Dardan I request. Whatever chance attends thee in that fight, I must bear part, and shall this hated light Forsake at once, nor captive will I see That fugitive my son in law to be.

Lavinia heard her mothers speech; whilst tears Drown'd her fair cheeks, on which a blush appears

Like new born flame, and o're clear beauty flowes; So Indian-ivory stain'd with crimson shews, Or lilies amongst Province-roses plac'd: So sweet a colour the bright virgin grac'd, When mov'd with love Turnus beheld the maid, And more incens'd, thus to Amata said.

My dearest mother, follow not with tears So sad an omen, him, who now prepares For strife of cruell Mars: the fatall houre Of death to stay is not in Turnus power.

Idmon our Herald, go, this message bear Not pleasing to the Phrygian Princes care. Soon as the blushing chariot of the morn, With roses shall days infant brows adorn, Let him not draw his Trojans to the field, Let both the armies to cessation yield. With our own blood this war we shall decide, There let him strive to gain the royall bride.

This said, he went to see his horse; their plight, And fiery mettall gave him much delight, Which, Orythia gave Pilumus, who exceed The snow in whitenesse, and the wind in speed, The grooms attend; they clap their necks, and rein Their well born heads and combe the flowing main. Next on he tride a sute of armour, which Was bright with gold, with Orycalcus rich: Then puts his sword on, and his target brac'd, And fits his crest with bloody feathers grac'd. Vulcan the sword for's father Daunus made, And hot in Stygian waters cool'd the blade. Then to a stately hall he did advance, Where 'gainst a pillar stood a mighty lance, Aruncian Actors spoyle: this down he took, And speaking thus, with mighty violence shook.

O never failing when I made my prayer, The time draws nigh, thou once wert Actors spear, And now art mine: O grant I may orethrow Th'effeminate Phrygian, and this hand the foe Dispoyl of armes with dust his tresses soyl Cnrl'd with hot irons, and moist with myrrhe and oyl.

Thus mov'd with rage, through all his face did rise Sparkles of flame, fire shines in his bright eyes. As when a bull roars dreadful'y for fight, And doth his fury with his hornes excite; Charging a tree, out-braves the winde with blows, And sand praeludium to the combate strows.

Then rag'd Aeneas in Vulcanian arms, And whets his wrath, preparing for alarms, Glad thus to end the war; his son and friends To comfort them, he shews what fate intends. Then he commands some to the King should bear Th'accepted challenge, and should peace declare.

Scarce had the morning crown'd with golden rayes The hils, when Phoebus steeds forsook the seas, And from their fiery nostrils blew the light: When neer the city wall, lists for the fight, Trojans and Rutiles measuring did prepare. Hearths in the midst, and flowry altars were To common gods. Some water, fire, defign'd, With linnen vail'd, Vervaine their brows did bind.

Ausonian squadrons, and the piled troop, March from the town, and Trojans all drew up, And Tyrrhen squadrons hast with various arms, Standing imbattel'd, ready for alarms. Amidst the chiefs in scarlet shine and gold, Assaracus off-spring, Mnestheus, and the bold; Asylas, with Messapus next took place; Messapus bravely mounted Neptunes race,

The signals heard; all cleer th'appointed fields, On earth they fix their spears, and rest their shields. Feeble old men, and fearful women haste With the unarmed vulgar, where, well plac'd The fight they might behold; on towres some get, Or houses tops, on battlements these sit.

But Juno looking from a hill, whose name Is Alban now, (then without stile or fame) Did the whole army of the Latines view, The Trojans, and the royal city too. When thus the goddesse to a goddesse said, Who Turnus sister was, whom floods obey'd; Which gift Jove gave, king of the starry sky, In recompence of her virginity.

Nymph, glory of the floods whom most I love Of all those Latine dames aspir'd to Jove 's Ungrateful bed, and plac'd in heaven with me. Lest us thou blame, thy sad condition see. Whilst fortune pleas'd, and fate to Latium gave Successe, I Turnus and thy walls did save. Now cruel fates attend the youth, and I Behold his day, and woful chance draw nigh; Nor I this peace, nor combatants will view: If ought thou dar'st, now for a brother do; Perhaps some better fortune may arise.

Scarce said, when tears poure from Juturna's eyes, Beating her snowy breast. Then Juno said, This is no time to weep; thy brother aid, And save, if now thou canst; raise war again, And break the peace I'le the bold act maintain. Advising thus, she left her much distrest, And deep the wounding sorrow pierc'd her breast.

Mean while both Kings draw forth in solemn state, Latinus in a gallant chariot sate,

Twelve golden rayes impail'd his shining browes, Declaring Sol his grandsire; Turnus goes With white steeds drawn, and shakes two mighty spears, Aeneas, Romes original, appears Bright in celestial arms: with him did come Ascanius the next great hope of Rome

The priest in white did fleecie sheep designe, And the fat ofspring of the brisled swine, And cattel to the flaming altars brought: They to the rising sun, their hands well fraught With salt fruit, turn their eyes; beasts for divine Uses they take, and on their foreheads signe; And with full bowls and offerings th'altars lade, Then with a drawn sword Prince Aeneas prayd.

Witnesse O sun, this Farth confirm the same, For which I through so many troubles came. Great Jove, and Juno, who will now declare For us I crave; and thou great God of war Who still in dreadful battels governst all. The sacred springs and fountains, you I call, And mighty powers which in high heaven reside, And gods which on the azure billows glide; If Turnus fortune shall the victory get, We shall return to King Evanders seat, Nor my Ascanius, nor the Trojan bands Bear arms against you, nor invade these lands. But if my valour to me conquest give. (Which may the Gods connrm, and I believe!) Latines shall not the Trojan power obey, I seek not rule, together they shall sway With equal lawe, and leagues eternal make; I'le joyn our gods, and let Latinus take The power himself: for me the Trojans shall A city build, which I le Lavinium call.

Aeneas said, then thus Latinus prayes, And looking up, to heaven his hands did raise;

By the same earth, and sea, and stars I vow, The sun, and moon, and Janus double brow, And deepest gates of hell: Great Jove, hear these, Who with thy thunder dost establish peace. Altars and fires I touch, and powers invoke, Never by us shall this our league be broke; Whatever chance do fall, no day shall tell That I was drawn to break one article. First shall the earth be with a deluge drown'd, Or heaven shall sink into the Strgian sound: And as this scepter (he a scepter bore) Never shall sprout with verdant branches more; Which long cut down, no sap from earth recei es, And hath to th' axe bequeath'd both boughs and leaves: Which once a tree, now gold and art adorn, And is by princes of the Latines born. Thus they confirm the leagues in open view Of all the chiefs, and sacred cattel slew. Then from the beasts alive hot entrails pull, And load the altars with huge chargers full.

But to the Rutiles now the fight appears Unequal, who are mov'd with various fears; And more when they him not so cheerfull saw, With heavy pace neer to the altar draw, And cast down looks, who whilst heavens aid he seeks Had lost the manly colour in his cheeks. This observation as Juturna viewd To spread, and seise the giddy multitude, Camerta's form she takes, whose grandsire won And rathers valour, honour for the son; And he himself most valiant; in she goes Amidst the bands, and thus strange rumour sowes.

For all these forces, is it not a shame One man t'expose? what, have we not the same Number and strength? Behold, before us stand Trojans, Arcadians, and the fatal band Those fierce Hetrurians, who hate Turnus so: We're two for one, if we should charge the foe. He rais'd by fame, shall with the gods survive T'whom he's devoted, and for ever live. Our countrey lost, we must proud lords obey, Who now sit still, and help to him deny.

Thus being incens'd, the murmur louder grew, And more and more now through the army flew. Latines, Laurentians, who did late suppose An end of war, and rest from former woes, Are all for arms, the peace they much detest, And Turnus fortune doth their minds molest.

To these another did Juturna joyn, Which mov'd far more; from heaven she gave a signe, Then which could nothing more their souls inrage, Or sooner make th' Italians to ingage. For Joves fair bird, cutting the arched skies, As at a loud-wing'd troop of fowl he slies; Then stooping down, he from the water bears A silver swan, trust in his hooked fears. Th' Italians, courage raise; for the whole flight With loud cries face about, (a wondrous sight) They cloud the heaven with wings, and through the sky In a full body charge the enemy; Vanquish'd by force, tyr'd with his load, he threw His prey i'th' stream, and to the clouds withdrew.

The omen then, Rutilians did salute, And arms prepared with a mighty shout. And first the Augur bold Tolumnius said, For this with vowes so often I have praid.

You gods, I take your signe; and led by me Now draw vour swords out, valiant Rutilie.

Those whom this stranger did with war infest, (As harmlesse fowl) and hath their realms opprest, Shall drive him hence, and force him to the main, Then with one mind array your selves again, And save your King in danger to be lost.

This said, his spear against the foe he cast, The well-aim'd javelin sounding cuts the skies; At once, huge shouts, at once the squadrons rise, Desire of tumult now inflames their blood. But the sent spear, where nine bold brethren stood, Which by a Tyrrhen dame true to his bed Were to Gilipus an Arcadian bred, One in the midst where his rich belt did sit, Close to his side just where the button knit. As the brave youth in shining arms did stand, Went through his ribs, and stretch'd him on the sand, But the bold brothers in a body make, And stir'd with rage, some draw their swords, some take Their spears in haste, and mad, advance; a band Of Laurentines draw forth these to withstand. Trojans, Arcadians, Agelinians move, To try it out with steel they all approve. Altars are spoil'd, and storms of javelins poure, And from the sky descends an iron shoure. They seize the cups and hearths; Latinus flies, The peace being broke with injur'd deities. Some mount their horses, others straight prepare Their chariors, and with dtawn swords ready are.

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On's head and shoulder pitch'd; but with his lance Messapus fiercely did to him advance; And whilst he quarter cry'd, with his huge speare Slew as he sate above; then said, Lie there, To the great gods a better sacrifice, Th' Italians rush, and spoile him ere he dies. Chorineus from the altar snatcht a brand, With which, Ebusus charging boldly, gain'd A blow on's face, that set his beard on fire, Which burning smelt: he, as he did retire, With his left hand persuing of his blow, Did seize the hair of his amazed foe; And wrastling with him, brought him to the ground, Then with his stiffe sword gave the deadly wound. Podalirius, the shepherd Alsus slew, As 'fore the squadrons and first ranks he flew, And following with a drawn sword, overtakes; But his deaths wound bequeath'd him with an axe, The mighty blow clove to the chin his head, And all his arms with blood besprinkeled: A hard and iron sleep closeth his sight, And seal'd his eyes up in eternal night.

But prince Aeneas naked hands extends, His head yet bare, and calls aloud his friends; Where rush you thus? what sudden rage is this? O stay your wrath! the peace concluded is, All are agreed; tis I must end this war: Let me then fight and lay aside your fear; A lasting peace I with this hand shall bind, These offerings me, and Turnus have design'd.

Whilst these he said, behold with mighty sound A winged arrow gave the King a wound. By what hand shot, or whirlwind sent, unknown, What god or chance did Rutils so renown.

But Turnus, when he saw Aeneas turn, His Captains troubled, straight with hope did burn; Calls for his steeds, then arms, and from the plains Leaps in his chariot, and strait takes his reins, And many valiant souldier overthrowes, And ore them dying with his horses goes; Or with his chariot wheels whole squadrons tears, And at them flying casts their taken spears. So near cold Hebrus bloody Mars proceeds, Whilst his shield rattles, to his fiery steeds Giving the reins, then winds they fly more fleet, And farthest Thrace grones with their thundering feet: With him pale fear, and cruel anger rode, And treachery accompanies the god. Fierce Turnus so, his horse drives through the plain, Smoking with sweat, insulting ore the slain: From their swift heels a sanguine dew he spreads, And sand with streams of blood commixed, treads; And now he Sthenelus, Thamaris, Polus slew; These hand to hand, him afar off orethrew. Glaucus and Lades, both in Lycia born, Whom Imbrasus their father did adorn With arms of equal proof, either to fight, Or mounted, to outstrip the winds in flight. In th'other wing, Eumedes fierce came on With new supplies, old Dolons warlike son; His grandsires name, and fathers strength he had, Who in times past, when he a spy was made To view the Grecian camp; bold, for his hire Achilles horse and chariot did require. For this, Tydides gave him other pay, Nor bore he ere Pelides steeds a way.

As afar off bold Turnus him did view Through th'ample sky, at him his javelin threw;

Then stops his horse, and from his chariot leaps, Whom falling down half dead on's neck he steps, Puls his sword from him, and the shining blade He colour'd in his throat, and thus he said.

Trojan behold that land rhou striv'st to gain; And stretch'd out thus, measure th' Hesperian plain. To those dare fight with us, we alwayes yield Rewards like these; and thus they cities build.

Next Butes with his spear He overthrew, Bold Cloris, Sabiris, and Dares slew, Thersilocus, Thymetes next did speed, As he was tumbling from his warlike steed. And as Edonian Boreas, when aloud He thunders raging on th' Aegean flood, To shore the bïllows follow; through the sky, Which way winds blow, the fleeting clouds do fly. So Turnus, wheresoere he way doth make, The troops give place, the bands to flight betake; He with's own force on like a whirlwind comes, The wanton winds shaking his waving plumes.

Phegeus withstands him; though his fury burns, He stops his chariot, and his horses turns; Their foamie mouths he checkt, and whilst he hung Drawn by their mains, at him his spear he flung; Which pierc'd quite through his double mail, and found Passage to rase his body with a wound: But he defended with his target, made Still at the foe, and from his sword craves aid; When hurried with the wheel, and flying axe, He was at last orethrown, whom Turnus takes Betwixt his helm and gorge, and smote off's head, And left upon the sand his body dead.

Whi••st conquering Turnus made such slaughters thus; Mnestheus, Achates, sad Ascanius,

Aeneas bleeding to the camp attend: Each other step on a long spear he lean'd; To draw the broken arrow he assayes, Strugling with pain, and tries the easiest wayes; They lance the wound, and where it lay conceal'd Cut deep; that they again might take the field. Japix, whom Phoebus lov'd most was there, Who once to him did such affection bear, That his own arts on him he did bestow, The spirit of Prophesie, with his harp and bow. That he might long deferre the fatall houre Of his old father, he the use and power Of Simples learn't, and to himself imparts, By study knowledge of despised arts.

Aeneas chafing lean'd upon a spear, With sad Julus, and great concourse there, Nor is he mov'd nor troubled at their tears.

Then old Japix many things prepares, His vest girt back in the Paeonian guise, And Phoebus powerfull herbs in vain applies, Vainly he labours to draw forth the steel, Tries with his Probe, and doth with pincers feel; No way will hit, no aid Apollo yields. Now horrour, more and more rag'd in the fields, Danger draws neer, dust hides the heaven from view; Horse charge, and 'midst the camp thick javelins flew; A wofull noise did now ascend the sky, Of valiant youth, who in fierce battell die.

Here Venus troubled at her sons deep wound, Brought Dittanie, in Craetan Ida found, The stalk hath sprowting leaves, and on the crown A purple slower, not to wild goats unknown, When their rough backs the winged shaft hath gal'd: This Venus brought, in clouds her beauty vail'd;

To this she did fresh streams in gold infuse, In secret, and with sweet Ambrosian dewes, She odoriferous Panax did compound, With which th' old man not knowing, bath'd the wound. Then from his body, straight all anguish fled, And now the wound no more, though mighty, bled, The steel now uncompel'd follows the hand, And strength returns unto its old command.

Bring armes, why stay you? first lapix cries: Inflaming courage 'gainst the enemies, This is no work of man nor did this art, My master Phoebus unto me impart, Nor have I drawn the steel, which deep did lurk, A greater God sends thee to greater work. Then for the fight Aeneas earnest, ties His golden cuishes to his manly thighs, Hating delays, brandish'd his spear; this done Buckles his shield, and claps his corslet on, And then his son imbracing, thus arrai'd, He through his beaver, sweetly kissing said; Valour, true honour, learn (my boy) from me, Fortune from others; this right hand shall be In war thy shield, and shall with realms endow; To riper years attain'd, remember thou Thy friends example; let thy fathers fame, And uncle Hector, to brave acts inflame. Thus having said, through open ports he makes, And mighty he a mighty javelin shakes. Anteus and Mnestheus straight a body make, And all the bands draw forth, the campe forsake, Then mighty clouds of dust obscure the field, And thundring feet makes the shook earth to yield.

Turnus beheld them, as the troups did draw Forth from the works, and th' Ausonians saw,

Straight through their bodies runs cold trembling fear, But before all his sister first did hear, She knew the sound, and frighted fled amain.

He hasts, leading his black band through the plain. As when a mighty storme flies to the shore, Through the deep sea, suspected long before By skilfull swains, who fear it will annoy, Their plants their standing corn and all destroy, The wind as Herbingers bring th' sound to land, So charg'd Aeneas with his Trojan band. And close together they in bodies drew.

Tymbraeus, stout Osiris overthrew, Mnestheus, Archetius, and Achates sped Bold Epulon, Gyas left Ʋfens dead: Tosumnius the Augurer, he slew, Who 'gainst the Trojans first his javelin threw; Clamour scales heaven, now Rutilians yield And swift turn dusty shoulders through the field.

Aeneas scorns to fight with any here, Who charge on foot, or horse, or cast a spear; He Turnus seeks alone through dusty mists, And only him demands unto the lists. Juturna that Virago struck with fear, Tumbles Metiscus, Turnus chariotteer Out of his seat, and snatch'd from him the reins, And leaves forsaken, falne upon the Plains. Acting his part, she gu••••••s the foaming bits, In voyce, arms, shape, like to Metusius sits. As when a swallow flies through spatious Courts Of some rich lord, and in vast hals resorts, Food seeking for her young, portches she rounds, And now about the chrystall fountains sounds. Thus mounted through the foe Iuturna makes, And with her thundring wheels all overtakes:

Then here her brother, and now there she shews, Nor lets him fight, but far from thence she goes. Aeneas so, turns here, now there he flies, And Turnus trac'd through scatter'd enemies; Calling as oft as him he had in sight: And spurs adds to his winged horses slight. As oft Juturna thence her chariot guides; What shall she do, tost with such various tides?

Aeneas as he many plots prepares, At him Messapus (for he had two spears) Cast one of them, and sent with mighty force. Aeneas guards himself, and stops his course, Bending his knee; through's crest the javelin comes, And from his cask, quite sweeps away his plumes. Then for the treachery, his rage grew hot; When he perceiv'd his flying chariot, Jove, and the altars he to witnesse cals, Of broken leagues, then on the slaughter fals, No difference makes, with all he doth ingage, And gives full reins to his late curbed rage.

What God can tell those slaughters? who in verse The funerals of the captains can rehearse, Which fell by Turnus on th' Ausonian Plain, Or count those numbers by Aeneas slain? Could Iove be pleas'd to see such wars as these 'Twixt nations that must joyne in lasting peace!

Aeneas Sacro slew, (this fight first staid The flying Trojans,) nor he long delaid: Through's breast, where fate did easiest way afford, Mongst his short ribs he sheaths his naked sword. Turnus, Amicus, falne from's Courser, met On foot, on's brother next Diores set; To this advancing, death he did afford With his long spear, that slaughters with his sword;

Their heads cut off, he to his chariot bore, And hung them up, bloody with purple gore. He ••alo, Tanais and Cethegus slew, Three at one charge, and sterne Onytes too Of th' Echion name, whom dame Peridia bore, Brother from Lycia sent, and Phoebus shore; And young Menaetes who in vain denide To go to wars: neer fishy Lernas side He had his craft, and house, wealth was unknown, Whose father ••il'd a countrey not his own.

As fires are kindled in contrary ways, Amongst dry woods, and sprigs of crackling bays, Or when with rapid course from mountains steep Sound foamy streams, and hurry to the deep, And both alike make devastations large. So stout Aeneas and bold Turnus charge; Their rage now boyls, and breasts unconquer'd bleed; With their whole strength, to slaughter they proceed.

Muranus here, (boasting the antient name Of Grandsires who from Latine Princes came;) He with a stone orethrew, and on the Plains Measur'd his length: whom falne, and lost his reins, The wheels ran ore: thick blows swift heels afford, Of horses now unmindfull of their lord.

Turnus meets Ilus mainly raging now, And casts his javelin at his golden brow: Quite through the helme it fixed in his brain. Nor could thy valour thee protection gain, Bold Graecian Creteus, from fierce Turnus ods; Nor from Aeneas charge, could his own Gods Cupentus save: his breast to th sword must yield, Nor to the wretch avail'd his brazen shield.

Thee Aeolus, Laurentian fields saw dead, And the large Champaigne thy broad shoulders spread,

Whom not the Argive squadrons could destroy, Nor sterne Achilles who subverted Troy, Here was thy place for death, from Ida come, Laurentian fields thy body must intombe. Latins and Trojans, now are all ingag'd; Mnestheus, Serestus and Messapus rag'd.

Well mounted, on bravely Asylas brings Up Tuscane bands, and the Arcadian wings, They battell joyne and strive with all their might; No reserve left, there was a cruell fight.

The most fair mother of Aeneas here Puts in his mind to th'wals he should draw neer, And straight with's Army to the city go, Which sudden should the Latins overthrow. He, as he Turnus sought through all the bands, Bending each way, saw how Laurentum stands, From so much troubles safe, in quiet rest: A shape of greater war inflames his breast. Mnestheus, Sergestus and Serestus stout, Plac'd on a mount he cals, where round about Trojans might flock, nor shields or spears they laid Aside, whilst thus from rising ground he said,

What I command obey; this Jove decrees; Nor slow move for the suddain enterprise. This town and city, cause of all this war, Unlesse they yield, and say they vanquish'd are,

I will destroy, and levell with the ground Their smoking spires; till Turnus will be found, Must I expect? whilst he is pleas'd to fight Vanquish'd again, must I attending wait? Of all our woes this is the head and spring. Sue then for peace with slames, and fire-bands bring. This said, they cheerfull into order fall, And in a body draw unto the wall.

Straight scaling ladders were, and fire prepar'd: Some to the gates advance, and kill the guard: Others, all heaven with shafts and javelins cloud; Aeneas first, raising his hand, allowd Latinus blames: cals heaven to witnes then, He is compel'd to take up arms agen, They by hostility Peace had broken twice. Then 'mongst the People factious stirs arise; Some for the Trojans bid open the gate, And that they should march through the city straight, And to the out-works they their King do call; Others bring arms, and will defend the wall. As when a swaine finds in a hollow rock, A swarme of bees, and fils the place with smoke: Disturb'd they flie about their waxen seat, And with a mighty noise their anger whet; Smoke scales their roofs, within sad murmurs rise, And pitchy fumes advance unto the skies.

When to the fainting Latins chanc'd a woe, Which the whole city did with grief oreflow. As the Queen saw the foe draw neer the wall, The gates beset, fire on the roofs to fall; Nor Turnus nigh, the city to maintain. Hopelesse, she thought in fight the Prince was slain. Struck dead with woe, I am the cause, she cries, I, I the spring of all these miseries. Thus raving she, her bitter grief exprest, And desperate, she rends her purple vest: Then on a beam, a knot for base death knit. Soon as the wofull Latins heard of it; (But first Lavinia tore her golden hair And rosie cheeks) they all in uprore were: And the whole palace rung with dismall cries. Hence the sad fame through the whole city flies;

Their hearts now fail'd; amaz'd Latinus went, And regal weeds, at his wives fortune, rent; Then for his ruin'd town opprest with woes, Foul dust upon his silver hair he throwes; Himself much blaming, cause he did refuse, And for his son did not Aeneas chuse.

Mean while the warriour Turnus did a few Poor straglers to the farthest plains pursue; And by degrees now slower, and slower he rides, And lesse and lesse in his swift horses prides. Hither to him the wind strange terror bears, With clamours mix'd; and to his listning ears The cities confus'd noise and cries had blown. Ah what misfortune now disturbs the town! Why from Laurentum come such sounds! This said, Distracted in his mind a while he staid. His sister, who Metiscus shape had got, His charioteer, and drove his chariot, To him then spake: The Trojans there pursue Where victory opens now a way to you: Others there are that will defend the town. Aeneas drives th' Italians up and down, Thundring in arms; let us like slaughters make Amongst the Trojans, nor the field forsake, Since thou in strength and valour equal art. Then Turnus said —

Sister, long since I knew thee, when by charms Thou brok'st the league, and tookst thy selt up arms. Now Goddesse, thou deceiv'st in vain: but who From heaven to suffer thus commanded you? Cam'st thou to see thy brothers cruel death? What safety else can fortune now bequeath? Did not these eyes behold Muranus, when He call'd to me aloud, and call'd agen?

Then whom to me (alas) was dearer none: The brave man fell, by a great wound orethrown. And haplesse Ʋfens dy'd, lest he should see Our foul disgrace; his arms and body be The Trojans prize. Shall I here tamely stay Till they destroy the town? Is that the way? Nor shall this arm Drances confute? shall I Retreat, and shall this land see Turnus fly? Is death so hard? You spirits, that dwell below, Oh send me aid; since heaven's declar'd my foe! To you my spotlesle soul not knowing t'offend, Worthy my predecessors shall descend.

Scarce said; when Sages through the foe did come, His horse behold all over in a fome: In's head an arrow sticking, post he came Requiring aid of Turnus by his name. Great Prince, in thee is our last hopes, allow Some aid to us; Aeneas thunders now In arms about our gates, and threatens, he Will now destroy the towres of Italie; And ready with destruction fire-brands flie About the roofs. The Latines fix their eye Only on thee; all's lost, if thou not aid. Nor will Latinus longer be delaid Whom to call son, or with which side t'agree. Besides the Queen most, faithful still to thee, Is dead; and frighted with her own sad fates Hath made her self away; only the gates Are by Messapus, and Atinas man'd; Round these, on every side thick squadrons stand, An iron crop glisters with swords and shields, Whilst thou dost drive here in forsaken fields.

Turnus amaz'd, with various objects stood Silent a while; great shame then boyls his blood,

Grief with distraction mix'd, and love did call, Stir'd up by rage, and losse of honour, all. Soon as his mind he recollected had, The walls (much griev'd) with burning eyes survaid, And the great town did from the wheels behold, When he might see amongst the bulwarks roll'd And the dry timber up a mighty flame With smoke towards heaven: then to a towre it came Wrought with huge beams, which he himself had made, And had with wheels and lofty arches laid. Fate calls now, sister, there is no delay: What God and hard chance bids, we must obey. I'le meet Aeneas; deaths worst forme Ile face; Nor longer shalt thou see my great disgrace: Grant ere the fight I may to fury yield.

This said, from's chariot leaps into the field, And rush'd through foes, his sister sad forsakes, And swift he through the middle squadron makes. As a huge stone drove by a tempests power From a hills top, or carried by a shower; Or sliding years which time hath freed from thence, The mighty rock roll'd down with violence Bounds from the earth; and tumbling headlong then With it sweeps woods, and flocks, whole herds, and men: So through the broken squadrons Turnus goes To th' city walls: and where the sad earth flowes With streams of blood, where javelins cloud the skies, Waving his hand, with a loud voice he cries. No more in fight Rutilians Latines joyn, What ere the fortune is, it must be mine. I with my sword firm peace shall make. This said, They all retreat, and a fair space they made.

But when Aeneas heard of Turnus name, Straight from the walls and lofty towrs he came.

And breaks off all delayes, quits all designs, And joyfull now in thundring arms he shines. So mighty Ahos, or tall E rix shew, Or antient Apenninus, when with snow Above the stars his lofty head is crown'd, And doth with tempest beaten okes resound.

Rutilians, Trojans, and th' Italians, all Who did maintain, and those who storm'd the wall, Fix'd there their eyes, and from the fight withdraw. Latinus was amazed, when he saw Such mighty men, born in far distant land, Resolv'd to try it out, now hand to hand.

Soon as the field with open lists appears, With a swift course far off they cast their spears; They charge then with their targets, and the ground Doth with a grone return the brazen sound. Then with their swords blow after blow lay on, Fortune and valour are conjoyn'd in one.

So in great Syla or Taburnus height Two bulls with horns begin a cruel fight; Their frighted Lords retreit: the cattel stand Silent with fear, who shall the steers command, Whom the whole herd shall follow; whilst the foes Gore one another, dealing cruel blowes: In streams of blood their necks and shoulders dround, And with their bellowing all the woods resound. So with their shields they at each other flie, Whilst mighty fragor sills the ample skie. With equall beame Jove holds the ballances, And in each scale the various fate he layes Of both the Princes; who shall honour have, And whom deaths weight shall sink down to the grave.

Here Turnus did his arm and sword advance, Then makes a blow, suspecting no mischance.

A shout the Trojans and the Latines made, Both sides are rais'd; but the perfidious blade Breaks in the stroke, and on the earth it lies. Flight now must aid; more swift then winds he flies, When a strange hilt he in his hand did find.

Fame is, when he did mount his horses joy'nd In the first fight, and was for battell hot, He seiz'd Metiscus sword, his own forgot: And that serv'd long, while stragling Trojans fled. But when it came to arms by Vulean made, The mortal sword like ice broke in his hand, The peeces shining on the yellow sand. Therefore amaz'd he flies through th'open plain, Now here, now there; and wheels about again. For each side Trojans with a guard surround, There did a fen there lofty bulwarks bound. Nor slower Aeneas after him, though he Sometimes complained of his wounded knee. And swiftly at the heels he follows him; As when a Deer inclosed with some stream, Or struck with terror, when the arrow sounds, The hantsman neer with a full crie of hounds; But he a thousand waves tries for escapes, Frighted with nets and banks: Fierce Ʋmber gapes Ready to sene, and now so nigh doth get He bites, but cozen'd with an empty bit; Then clamours rise, the banks and lakes reply, And all the heavens thunder with the cry.

He flying, then upbraids Rutilian bands, Cals each by name, and his own sword demands. Aeneas threatens death to any one Dares give him aid, and to destroy the town: This vows to do; at which they shake, dismaid. Too and agen they full five courses had:

For no meane prize they strove, or sporting strife, But they for blood contend, and Turnus life.

Sacred to Faunus, here an Olive stood, On which those scap'd the danger of the flood, To the Larentian God did pay their vowes, And promis'd vests hang on the sacred boughes. Trojans without respect cut down this tree, That a cleare list might for the Champions be. Here stuck Aeneas speare with violence cast, And in the yielding root was fixed fast, The Dardan puls, that he with this the foe Might overtake, because he was too slow.

Then Turnus frighted prayes, O Faunus heare, And pity, and dear earth detain the speare, If alwaies I your honours have maintain'd, Which now with war the Trojans have prophan'd. Nor with vain vowes he call'd the deities ayd; For whilst Aeneas strugling, was delaid In the soft stump, nor could the root constraine: Juturna, in Metiscus form again, Runs in and helps her brother to his sword.

Venus with furie at the bold nymph stird, Then comes, and from the deep root puls the lance. Now brave in armes and chear'd they both advance, This to his sword, that trusting to his speare, And for the strife of panting Mars prepare.

Mean while heav'ns mighty King to Juno said, As from a bright cloud they the fight survaid, What now remains deare wife, when ends our ods? Aeneas thou knowst, must sit amongst the Gods, And Fates to him have starry seats alow'd, What plot thus stays thee in a gloomy cloud? What! shall a mortall wound a God: or thou (For to Juturna thy power did allow

To bring the sword for Daunus sons defence) To give fresh courage to the vanquish'd Prince. Give ore at last, to our intreaties bend, Nor let such eating grief thee silent spend, Nor with such care so often trouble me; Time was, when thou couldst vex by Land, and Sea The Trojan race; and kindle cruel warres: Houses destroy, and Hymen mix with jars. More I forbid t'attempt: such things Jove spoke, When Juno said, with a submissive look.

Because great Jove thy mind to me was known, Unwilling I have Turnus left alone. Nor shouldst thou see me solitarie sit In a cold cloud, and suffer things unfit: But girt with flames, our squadrons to excite, And draw the Trojans to unhappy fight. I must confesse, pittying, I did perswade Woefull Juturna to her brothers ayde: And greater things I for his life would doe, But not to use a dart, or bend a bow. This by th'inexorable Stygian floods I sweare, that only oath which tyes the Gods; And now I goe, and leave the wofull fight, But one thing I request, which yet no right Or Fate denies: for th' Majestie of thine, When with blest Hymen, they shall leagues conjoyne, (And may it be,) and Lawes of peace proclaime, Let not the Latins change their antient name, Nor let them be call'd Trojans I beseech, Nor yet to change their habit, nor their speech; Let it be Latium, and for ever be The Alban fathers in great Italie; Let Romans. by their valour conquer all. T'roy's tain: and with her let the name now fall:

The king of men and Gods, then smiling says. Thou art Joves sister, Saturns second race; Why in thy breast rowlst thou such floods of rage? Lay by that spleen, so vainly did ingage; I am o'recome, and thou thy sute shalt gain. They shall their customes, and their speech retain; And keep their ancient name. The Trojan race, Mix'd with so great a body shall give place. Ile adde their sacred rites, and I shall make Latins and Trojans, both one tongue to speak. A race mix'd from th' Ausonians thou shalt see Excelling men, and gods in pietie: Nor any nation more in war or peace Shall hononr thee. These words did Juno please, And satisfide, her mind being chang'd, she flies From the dark cloud and leaves the troubled skies.

This done; Jove with himself contrives to call Iuturna, from her haplesse brothers fall.

Two hellish hags there be, the Dirae height. Which to Megaera, were by dismall Night Born at a birth, and arm'd with serpents stings: Who gave them power to use resounding wings. These at Ioves throne, and cruell court appear; These stir in mortals jealousie and feare, When the Gods king, sicknesse and death prepares, Or wicked cities terrifies with wars. Iove one of these, sending from heaven, injoyns To meet Iuturna with ill boading signes. She to the earth in a swift whirlwind flies; So glides a Parthian arrow through the skies, With poison arm'd, or by Sydonian art Sounding through th'aire, with deadly bane, a dart: Unknown it comes, swift through the gloomy shade; So hasts Nights daughter, and to earth she made.

After she saw the Trojans, and did looke On Turnus bands; a small birds form she took, Which, or on tombs or roofs forsaken hants, And late in shady night her sorrow chants. Thus chang'd the hag at Turnus face did charge, And with her flapping wings she beats his targe. Here sudden numbnesse seis'd his limbs with fear; Amaz'd, struck dumb, erected was his hair.

But afar off, as neer the Dirae drew Her sounding wings, woful Juturna knew, Tearing her flowing hair, her face infests With her own nails, and beats her panting breasts,

How can thy sister, Turnus, aid thee now? Or what is left for me poor wretch, to do? How shall I save thy life? which way shall I Oppose my self against this prodigie? Fright me no more, foul hag; now I shall go; The sounding of your deadly wings I know: Nor proud commands of Jove deceived me, And this he gives for my virginitie. Why did he me immortal make? and why Took he from me the happinesse to die? Then I might give a period to this woe, And to the shades with my dear brother go. But I immortal am; yet wanting thee, Nothing that's mine, shall pleasant be to me. That earth would gape and swallow me! that now A Goddesse might descend to shades below! This said, her head with a green vail she hides, And with a groan beneath the river glides.

Aeneas stands, and a huge javelin shooke, A mighty tree; and like a foe thus spoke;

What stayes thee now OTurnus? tis not flight Must end our quarrell, but a cruel fight. Transforme thy selfe into all shapes, and try What ere thou canst by strength or art apply. Desire with wings to the high stars to glide: And in earths hollow wombe thy selfe to hide.

Shaking his head, thy proud threats feare not me, The Gods, (he said) Jove is my enemie. Thus having said, a ponderous stone he found, An ancient mighty one, which for a bound By chance just on the neighbouring limits lay, And for the meers all strife did take away; Scarce twice six men, this to their necks could reare, Such men as now the earth grown old doth beare.

The Heroe running, with huge strength did throw Raising himselfe, this stone against the foe: Nor himselfe running nor yet going, knew; Or lifting, how his hand the huge-stone threw. His knees did tremble, and a cold blood flowes Through all his nerves; the stone with violence goes Through empty aire; but it fell short, nor went Half way to give the blow, where it was sent.

As when in quiet night, sleepe seiles our eye, In vain we seeme some earnest flight to trie, But in the midst we faint, our voice doth faile, Nor speech, nor words, nor our known strength prevaile; So Turnus, what so ere his valour tries, Successe the cruel Goddesse him denies. Troubled, the Town and Rutils struck with feare Standing he view'd; and trembles at the speare. Where shall he fly, how scape the enemie, No Chariot, no Juturna can he see. Aeneas aiming, did himselfe advance, And at him maz'd, he throwes his fatall lance,

A stone shot from a batterer not so loud Thunder'd, or lightning from a broken cloud. Like a black whirlwind he the javelin threw, Bearing sad death; which through his armour flew, And through seven foldings of his shield it past, And sounding, in his groyn it fix'd at last. The mighty Turnus wounded, sinks upon His double knee; Rutilians gave a grone, And all the hils the voyce re-ecchoe round, And the tall groves reply the mournfuil sound.

He suppliant then, did hands and eyes advance, And said, I have deserv'd it, use thy chance; But hast thou sense of a sad Parents woe? And such thy father was; then pity shew To aged Daunus; or if rather thou Wouldst take my life, my corps to friends allow. Thou haft o'recome; the Ausonians me have seen Mercy to crave; Lavinia is thine; Here end debate. Then fierce Aeneas stands Survaying him allo're, and staid his hands, And at this language more and more did melt; When on his shoulder he perceiv'd the belt Which Pallas's was, the golden buckles shone, Whom Turnus by a deep wound had orethrown, And on his back the hostile ensigne had. After those spoyls with grief he had survaid, Incens'd with deadly rage, shalt thou said he, Grac'd with my dear friends spoyls escape from me? Thus Pallas, Paellas thee an offering makes: And on thy wicked blood revenge now takes. Thus having said, with indignation stir'd, He in his bosome sheaths to th'hilt his sword. Straight numbing cold on all his body seiz'd, And with a grone, life flies to shades displeas'd.