The works of Publius Virgilius Maro translated by John Ogilby.

THE FIRST BOOKE OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS.

THE ARGUMENT.

JUNO a storme procures; the Trojans tost, By Neptune's favour gaine the Lybian coast: Venus Complaint. The King of Gods relates To her Romes greatnesse, and insuing fates. Hermes to Lybia sent. Venus appears, And in a mortall forme Aeneas chears. He visits Carthage, and lost ships regains. Dido the weary Trojans entertains. But whilst glad guests, full cups and banquets move, She takes a fatall draught, and drinks long love.

I, That on small reeds once plaid rurall strains, And leaving woods, inforc'd the neighbouring plains To satisfie the greedy Villager, A gratefull worke for swains; now horrid war, Arms and the man I sing who first did come, Driven by fate, from Troy to Latium.

And Tyrrhen shores; Much toff'd by Land and Sea By wrath of Gods, and lasting enmity Of cruell Juno, suffering much by Wars Whiles he a Citie builds, and Gods transfers To Latium whence, Latine Originalls The Alban fathers, and Romes lofty walls.

Say Muse the cause, what God prophan'd, or why Heaven's Queen incens'd, one fam'd for piety Did to such royles, dangers so great compell? What I can in heavenly minds such passions dwell?

There was an ancient Citie. Carthage, south From Italie, opposing Tybers mouth, By Tyrians held: rich, fierce in War, vvhich place Iuno was said more than all lands to grace, Samos neglected, here her arms and here Her Chariot was, that this earths sway should beare (If Fates permit) she fosters and intends. But she had heard that from Troys stock descends A Progenie, should Tyrian Towr's deface: Hence of vast rule, in War a haughty race Must come from Lybias fall: so fates fore-told. This fearing. Juno minding Wars of old She for deare Argos first 'gainst Troy did wage; Her cruell griefe and causes of her rage Were still awake, deep Paris choice remain'd Fix'd in her breast, th' affront of forme disdain'd; And the loath'd stock: rapt Ganimed highly grac'd. With these more vext, on all shores Trojans cast, Reliques of Greeks and sterne Aeacides She far from Latium drove; round the vast Seas They wandred long inforc'd by various chance Such labour 'twas Romes Empire to advance. Scarce out of Sicilies view, their sailes they raise Glad, for the maine, and plough the foming Seas.

When Iuno thus, who nourish'd in her breast, Th' eternall wound; vanquish'd shall I desist? Nor yet this Trojan Prince from Latium turne Because the fates deny? could Pallas burne The Argive Fleet, and sinke them in the Sea For one mans crime, Ajas impietie? She cast Ioves winged lightning from a cloud, D'spers'd their Ships, with winds the Ocean plowd; Him breathing flame, his breast quite thorow struck With whirle-winds snatch'd, and on a sharpe rock stuck. But I heavens Queen, sister, and wife to Iove, So many years War with one nation move: And who will now Saturnias power obey, Or suppliant on our altars honours lay?

Such things revolving, fir'd with discontent She to the Land of storms Aeolia went, Coasts big with tempests, Aeolus here confines In vast caves strugling gusts, and thundering winds In prison chains: they scorning their restraint, Round their darke dungeon roar with loud complaint. In a high tower, here scepter'd Aeolus swayes, Softens their furie, and their rage allaies, Else in their rapid course with them they'd beare, Sea, Land, high Heaven, and sweep them through the ayr. This fearing, them Iove in a cave imures. And under weight of mighty hils secures, Then did a King by firme decree ordaine, Who knowes to check, or when to give the reine. To whom thus Iuno then was suppliant.

Aeolus (for Heavens great King to thee did grant, With wind the floods t' incense, or to appease) A race my foe now saile the Tyrrhen Seas, Bearing to Latium, conquer'd Gods and Troy. Raise thou a storme, and their crazde Fleet destroy,

Or through the waves their scatter'd bodies send. Twice seven most beauteous Nymphs on us attend, The fairest Deiopeia I will joyne To thee in wed-lock, dedicate her thine: Still to remaine for such especiall grace, And make thee father of a beauteous race. When Aeolus thus. 'Tis thy part to injoyne Commands, O'Queen, but to obey is mine. Thou in this realme and throne didst me invest, By thy means I with Iove and God, doe feast: Thou madst the storms and tempests me to feare. This said, the hollow mountaine with his speare He pierc'd ith side, winds as in mutinous bands Force their owne way, and thunder through the strands. They take the Sea, Eurus, and Notus raves, And stormie Africus from deepest caves Th' whole Ocean vext, tumbling vast waves to shore, Cries of men follow, shrowds and tackling tore: When from the Trojans sight, swift clouds restraine Heaven, and the day black night broods on the maine; It thunders, aire with frequent lightning shone; And all things menace quick destruction. Straight are Aeneas limbs dissolv'd with seare, He grones, and to the Stars his hands doth reare. Then said, most happy you, whose funerals Your Parents saw under the Trojan walls. Why was not I by thee, O Diomed slaine, Most valiant Greeian on the Dardan plaine? Why lost I not this life by that hand, where Hector the stout, fell by Achilles speare? Where great Sarpedon, where so many bould Heroes, shields, helmes, in Symois streams are rould. Then from the North a clamoring gust did rise Smote crosse their sailes, and waves advanc'd to skies.

Their oars are broke, about then comes the ship, And nigh ore-set, her sailes in water dip, A Mountaine breaking ore her weather side, Scoures all the deck: these a huge billow ride; Betweene the floods to them a yauning wave The bottome shewes, the sands with breaches rave. By South-winds drove on hidden Rocks three came, Rocks far from shore Italians altars name, Whose craggie shoulders range above the Sea; Eurus on sholes (a wofull sight) forc'd three, Bilg'd on the bancks, and stuck in beds of sands. One, true Orontes bore, and Lycian bands, In his owne view, a huge Sea from the North Breaks o're her sterne, the Master tumbled forth. Pitch'd on his head: but she thrice hurried round With a swift eddie in the Ocean drown'd. Some few appeare swimming on raging floods With arms of men oars, plancks, and Trojan goods. Ileoneus stout Ship now the tempest tore, Now bold Achates, next that Abas bore, Then old Alethes, through ript sides each takes In hostile waves, and founderd are with leaks.

When Neptune th Ocean mix'd with horrid sound And the rais'd storme perceiv'd, from deeps profound Whole floods turn'd up: much mov'd from Sea did raise His favouring browes, and from high waves survaies: Driven through the Sea Aeneas Fleet he spies, With waves distrest, and furie of the skies: Nor Iunos fraud nor spleen to him was hid. Then Eurus Zephyre hailing, thus he chid.

Have you such confidence of your high birth Without our License, Winds thus heaven and earth To mix, and dare you raise such hils as these? Which I—but floods inrag'd 'tis best to 'appease.

Nor shall I thus such crimes hereafter spare. Hasten your flight, these to your King declare. Not the Seas power, and mighty trident fell T' his lot, but mine; let him in huge rocks dwell Eurus thy house, in those courts Aeolus may Command, and in the winds close prison sway. Sooner then said he calmes the raging sea, Scatters thick clouds restores againe the day. The Ships Symothe did with Tryton raise And Neptune from sharpe rocks with's Trident weighs Opening vast Syrts, he calmes the raging tides, And with light wheels over the surface glides.

As oft when a great people mutinie Ignoble vulgar rage; stones, firebrands flye, Furie finds arms; but if they chance to see A grave man meriting for pietie, All silent listning stand; he soone alaies With words the tumult, and their passion swaies.

Thus ceast all fragor of the Sea, which when The father saw, carried through skies serene He his blest Chariot drives, and turnes his horse. To the next shores the Trojans bend their course, And weary to the Lybian confines glide.

There was a place, far in, an Isle whose side Stretch'd made a port, which broke all stormes from Sea, And cuts it selfe into a land-lock'd bay. On each side mighty clifts, and two rocks were Threatning the skie, under whose tops a faire And quiet Sea; a trembling wood displaid Above, and darke groves gave a horrid shade. A cave was opposite with rocks o're growne, Within sweet springs, and seats of living stone, The Nymphs aboads: strest Ship within this sound Cable nere held, nor sharpe flook'd anchor bound.

Hither Aeneas vvith seven vessels bore, The rest now lost, much longing for the shore The Trojans make no little haste to land, And rest their Sea-sick bodies on the Sand. Then first Achates sparks strikes out of flint And feeds the fire with leaves, dry nourishment He next about the catching flame supplide. They wearied out, such as they had provide: Corne with salt water tainted, what they find, They dry with fire, and with a stone they grind. Meane while Aeneas climbs the rock, th' whole coast To Seaward views, if Anteus weather tost, Capys or any sayle he might discerne, Or Caicus arms upon his lofty sterne: But none appear'd. When on the shore three Deer, Feeding he spide, the whole heard following neer, And the long troop fed in the vales below. Aeneas stands takes his swift shafts, and bow, Faithfull Achates charge those weapons were, And first slew those who tallest heads did beare With branching crests, the vulgar then, and drove Th' whole heard with shooting to the leavie grove: Nor left till victor seven fat bucks he laid Dead on the ground, which his Ships number made. Returning then, these with his friends he shar'd: Wine good Acestes had in casks prepar'd, In Sicily, and gave his parting guests, The Prince divides: and chears their troubled breasts. Deare friends (for we have many sorrows past) You worse have felt, God these will end at last, You Scillas rage, and cliffes resounding wide Have past, and the Cyclopian rocks have tride. Courage recall, banish sad feare; delight It may hereafter these things to recite,

How through strange chances, through such dangers we To Latium bend, where blest seats destinie Fore-shews, where we Troys Realms may readvance: Live, and preserve yourselves for better chance. This said with weighty cares opprest, he feignes Hope in his face, within deep griefe restraines. They take the quarrie and prepare the feast; They streight unlace the Deer, and th' humbles drest, Some pieces cut, vvhich trembling spitted vvere, On shore some boylers place, and fire prepare, Strength they recruit vvith food, through the grasse spread They with fat venison, and old vvine are fed. Hunger alaid, and boards remov'd, much they Of lost friends talke, 'twixt hope and feare much say, If dead, and quite despair'd of, or alive, Most the good Prince doth for Orontes grieve, And Lycas and Amicus cruell fates, Cloanthus, Gyas much compassionates.

When Iove from his aetheriall height survaies The fixed earth and navigable Seas, Shores, and spread nations, on heavens spire he stands And fix'd his eyes upon the Lybian strands. To him revolving in his breast such cares, Sad, having drown'd her sparkling eyes in teares Spak Venus. Thou, who by eternall Law Rul'st men and Gods, and dost vvith thunder avve. How could my sonne so highly thee displease? Or Trojans? vvho, suffering such miseries, In quest of Latium, loose the Vniverse. Hence Romans should arise in after yeares, Hence Lords should come from Teucers blood renevv'd, Who sea, and land should hold in servitude

Thou once didst grant, what changes thy decree? In Troys destruction this did comfort me, And sad, I fate with fate did counterpoise: Yet the like chance, the wretches still anoyes. What end great King grants thou to all their woes? Safe could Anteuor scape through Grecian foes, Pierce the Ilyrick straights, & inmost Realms Of the Lyburni, passe Timavus streams: Which like a Sea breaks nine wayes from a hill, And vvith loud vvaves doth the vast champaine fill. Yet here at length he did Patavium frame, Built Trojan seats, and gave to them a name, Then fix'd the Teucrian arms, and novv at ease Injoyes the blessing of a happy peace. But vve, thy race, heires to thy starry throne, Our ships being lost, are by the wrath of one Strangely opprest, and drove from Latiums shore, This vertues pay? thus dost thou Realms restore? The father of the Gods, and King of men, Smiling on her with such a looke, as when He clouds disperceth, and serenes the skies, Kissing his daughter, gently thus replies.

Feare not my Cytherea, fates decree For thine stand fix'd, thou promis'd vvals shalt see Of strong Lavinium, and vvith high stars range Great sould Aeneas, my decrees not change. And since thou hast so much desire to knovv These things, the booke of fate Ile open novv: He shall great Wars in Latium vvage, subject Proud nations, Lawes impose, and wals erect, Three vvinters spent, and Rutilie ore-come Three springs shall see him crown'd in Latium. But young Ascanius, now Iulus, late Call'd Ilus, vvhilst great, Ilium held her State,

Shall reigne full thirty yeers, with moneths compleate, And from Lavinium shall transfer his seate; Then shall with mighty power long Alba reare. Here Hectors race must rule three hundred year; Till IIlia, Queen and Priestes shall bring forth Pregnant by Mars, at once a double birth. Then Romulus proud in's woolfe nurse yellow skin Shall gather men, and Martiall walls begin, And from his owne name stile the Roman race. To them no bounds of things, or times, or place, Power grant I without end; sterne June, here Who now earth, Seas, and skies, wearies with fear, Shall better counsels take, with us imbrace The Romans Lords of all, and the gownd race. Thus pleas'd: times come with sliding lusters, when Assaracus house shall make the high Mycene And Phthia tame, and ore proud Argos reigne, Then Trojan Casar springs of a faire straine, With Ses to bound his power, with Stars his fame, Julius, from great Julus, comes that name. Hee heap'd with Eastern spoyles shall be instald In heaven by thee, and shall with vows be cald. Fierce times then milder grow, wars laid aside: Old Faith, and Vesta, Romulus shall provide With Remus Lawes, suries dire gates shal bar With steele and brasse, within sits impious war On cruell arms, bound with a hundred chains, And horrid with a bloody mouth complaines. This said from heaven he Maias of-spring sends, That Carthage Lands, and new towers might as friends Trojans receive, lest Dido should deny Not knowing fates; he glides through ample sky, On fanning wings, and streight touch'd Lybian shores; His charge perform'd; mild grow the barbarous Moores

A God commanding first the Queen exprest, Calme thoughts to Trojans, and a bounteous breast.

But many cares that night the Prince revolves, And with the dawne to search strange coasts resolves, On what shores driven by winds, by whom possest (For Lands he saw until'd) if man or beast. Which done to tell his friends, the Fleet did lie Vnder a hollow clift: from any eye, Obscur'd by trees, which gave a horrid shade: Only Achates his companion made. In his hand shaking two broad pointed Spears. When his faire mother in the grove appears; A Virgins face, and dresse, so Virgins be Of Sparta arm'd, or such Harpalice Who horses tir'd, and Hebrus could out-goe. For th' huntresse as the use, a handsome bow Wore at her back her haire expos'd to winds, Bare kneed, a knot her flowing garment binds. And first she said, young-men declare if yee Did this way any of my sisters see, With quivers guirt, they spotted linx-skins weare, Or chacing of the foaming boare did heare. Thus Venus said, then Venus sonne replide. None of thy sisters we, nor heard or spide: But who art thou, thy looks not mortall be, Nor humane voice, some Goddesse certainlie, Or Phoebus sister, or a Nymph you are. Be blest what e're; and say, to ease our care In what strange clime, on what coast we are throwne, We wander here, the place and men unknown, Drove by vast floods and winds, by this hand shall Before thy altars many offerings fall.

Then Venus said, too great such honours are For me, a quiver Tyrian Virgins beare, And to their calves bind purple buskins neat. Carthage thou seest, Tyrians Agenors seate; But Lybick coasts, nations by war unbroke. Dido reigns here, who Tyrian realms forsooke Flying her brother: long the injuries are, And circumstance, but things thus briefly were.

Sychaeus was her Lord, his wealth beyond All Tyre, and she of him extreamly fond. To whom her father did espouse a maid With solemne rites, but Tyre Pigmalion swaide, Her brother who in wickednesse exceeds All those whom fury stirs to impious deeds. He blind with love of gold, Sychaeus too Secure, in secret at the altars slew: Sure of her love, he hides the fact, much feignes And a sick Lover with vaine hope detains. To her in sleep, her Lord unburied now Appears, raising a wondrous gastly brow: The altars shews, and's breast run through with steele, Did all close mischiefe of her house reveale; Perswades her leave the Land, with speed to fly, Where hidden treasure should her want supply In gold and silver a nuge masse, declar'd. Dido thus mov'd, both flight, and friends prepar'd: Those who did hate or feare the Tyrant, meet; And suddenly they seize a ready Fleet And lade with gold greedy Pigmalions coine Transport: A woman chiefe of the designe, Came to these parts where now huge wals, and new Towers of aspiring Carthage, thou mayst view: Call'd Byrsa from the bargaine, so much ground Bought, as a Buis hide might incompas't round.

But who are you? vvhence come? or whether goe? To her inquiring, he surcharg'd with woe From a full breast drew these. Should I recall O Goddesse things from their originall, And would you heare the annals of our woes? Vesper would first day in Olympus close. We from old Troy (by chance if to your eare Troys name hath come) through divers Seas did steere, A storme now drove us on the Lybian shore. I am Aeneas, who from enemies bore My Gods with me aboard, my fame above The stars is knowne, and sprung from mighty Iove, A race I seeke, and native Italie: I twice ten ships launch'd to the Phrygian Sea, What course my goddesse mother did ordaine, And fates, I have observ'd; scarce seven remaine, By waves and tempests craz'd: unknown, and poore Driven from Europe, and the Asian shore, I wander Lybick, wilds. Here Venus brake Off his sad tale, and interrupting spake. Who ere thou art, I judge that thou surviv'st Deare to the Gods, at Carthage who ariv'st. Therefore goe on, to the Queens Court repaire; For I, thy friends and fleet return'd, declare, And with chang'd Northerne winds to safety brought, Else me in vaine fond Parents augurie taught. Lo! twice six Swans in a glad company Ioves bird pursued through the Aetherial sky In Heavens broad tracks: now earth in a long traine They seeme to take or taken to disdaine; As they returne with sounding wings they sport, And Heaven surrounding, in a song consort. Just so, I say, thy friends and fleet have gain'd The Port, or with full sayls the Bay obtain'd.

Therefore goe on (she said) as leads the way, And turning did her rosie neck display, When her Ambrosian haire a heavenly sweet Breaths from her head, robes flow beneath her feet, Her Gate a Godesse shewes. He when he knew His Mother, thus, her flying did pursue. Why cruell too dost thou so oft deceive Thy sonne with feigned shapes? may we not give Right hands? heare reall stories, and reply? Thus blaming her, he to the wals drew nigh. But Venus them in obscure ayre did shrowd. The Goddesse vaild them in a mighty cloud; Lest any touch, ••est any them discerne, Or move delay, or cause of coming learne. She flies to Paphos, visits her own seat: Where in her fane a hundred altars sweat With Easterne Gums, and with fresh Garlands smoake. Then they the path, which most invited took. Now they ascend a hill, which much the town Ore tops, and looks on adverse Bulwarks down. The Prince admires the Pile, once cotages, Admires the Port, the paved streets and noyse. The Trojans worke, some lay foundations For wals, and towers, others rowle mighty stones, These draw out grounds, and with a trench inclose; Lawes, Magistrates, a holy Senate chose. Some make a Port, and these a great worke drew For Theaters, from rocks vast Pillars hew, High ornaments the future Sceans t'adorne, As Bees through flowrie meads i'th'sunny morn Worke in the spring, when hopefull youth they traine, Or when they stive their sweet, and liquid gaine, And with the purest Nectar stretch the Hive, Or ease the laden, or imbatteld drive

The Drones, a sloathfull cattell from the Cels. Worke heats, of thyme the fragrant honey smels. Blest men whose wals now rise, Aeneas said, And their high towers admiring, then survaid: Wrapt in a cloud (most wondrous) he walks in With people mix'd, and was of no man seene.

Amidst the towne was a sweet shadie Grove, Where first with winds, and waves, the Paente drove An omen dig'd, which royall Iuno sent: A horse his head, which shew'd they eminent Should be in war, and still in wealth abound: Here Iuno's Fane did Tyrian Dido found, Wealthy with presents, and the Goddesse grace: Brasse Portals mount, with steps, and beams of brasse, And the joyn'd hinges rung vvith brazen Gates. First in this grove nevv objects mitigates His feare; here safety first Aeneas dares To hope, and better trust to sad affairs. Waighting the Queen, whilst there he all did see, Whilst he admires, vvhat the tovvns chance might be, The artists emulous hand, and works so rare, He savv in order all the Trojan War. War famous novv through the vvhole Vniverse: Atrides, Priam, and Achilles fierce To both: he vveeping then Achates said, What Realmes hath not our vvoe replenished? Lo! Priam here, revvard here vertue finds; Troy teares, and humane sufferings pittying minds, Feare not he said this same may helpe our need, Then did his fancie on vaine Pictures feed, Much griev'd his face vvith a large streame he drovvn'd, When he beheld hovv Trey beleaguerd round, Here Grecians fly, and Hector presses on, Achilles charges there, and Trojans run.

Neer this he Rhesus snowie tents survaid Weeping, his men in their first sleepe betraid, Bloody Tydides with great slaughter wasts, And to his campe the fiery horses hasts, Ere they dranke Xanthus, on Troys Pastures graz'd. Poore Troilus disarm'd, here flyes amaz'd; Too weake for thee Achilles back-wards flung Drag'd with his horse, by the empty Chariot hung, Holding the reines, earth soyles his neck and haire, Scribling the dust with his inverted speare. When the Ilian dames with flowing tresses went To unpleas'd Pallas fane, and robes present, Beating their breasts, sad in the humblest guise: But the angry Goddesse fix'd on earth her eyes. Achilles round Troys walls drag'd Hector thrice, And gold for his pale corps he made the price. Then a deep sigh he from his breast did send. When he the corps, spoyles, chariot of his friend, And Priam saw, vvhen unarm'd hands he rears. He knowes himselfe mix'd vvith the Grecian Peers, Knew Easterne squadrons, and black Memnons arms; Penthiselea raging midst alarms Her crescent sheelded Amasons brought on, Her naked breast guirt with a golden zone, Amidst the thickest bands she chargeth then, And the bould virgin dares encounter men.

Whilst on these things the Dardan Prince did looke, And much admiring with the object tooke; Then with a guard, Queen Dido, the most faire, To she high Temple did in state repaire. Such on Eurotas banks, or Cynthus meades, Shewes bright Diana, when she dances, leads A thousand mountaine Nymphs on every side, Her golden quiver at her shoulders tide. Walking she all the Goddesses excels, Whilst joy Latonas silent besome svvels:

Such Dido was, so cheerfully she went Hastning the works, and future government, In Juno's porch, the temples mid-arch, round Guarded with arms on high she sate inthron'd; A woman gave men Lawes, and tasks assignes In equall portion, or by lot injoynes.

When streight Aeneas did with throngs behold Anteus, Sergestus, and Cloanthus bold; And other Trojans, which the black storm bore And waves dispers'd unto a distant shore. Both were amaz'd, and both at once admire, 'Twixt joy and feare, to joyne right hands desire: But troubled with the unknown chance they shrowd, Listning Spectators in a hollow clowd. What fortune happen'd to his friends, and where They lest their Fleet, what chance had brought them there, For to beg quarter, from each ship were sent Choice men; who clamouring to the Temple went. After admission, and free audience had, Undiscompos'd bold Ileonus said.

Great Queen whom Jove did grant new seats to build, Pleas'd that proud Nations to thy sway should yeeld. We tempest-beaten Trojans, thee desire To save our Navie from consuming fire. And neerer view our cause; the pious spare. Nor brought we to the Libick confines war, Nor come to drive rich preys: vanquish'd long since We lost such courage, and such insolence. There is a place the Greeks Hesperia stilc, An antient warlike Land, a fertile soyle, B'Aenotrians tild'; Posteritie they fame Since call'd it Italie, for their Princes name, Hither we steer'd,

When straight Oryon with a storme did rise, And us with furious Auster did surprise, And on the rocks with conquering billowes bore; A few of us swom hither to your shore. What a strange Nation's this? what barbarous land Such customes use? the hospitable strand We are denyd, by force prohibited Upon the margents of your coasts to tread. Aeneas was our King, for pietie, Justice, and prowesse, non more great then he. Which man if fates preserve, if yet he breath, If cruell shades receive him not in death? You need not feare, nor shall you e're repent That you did us in courtesie prevent. We have in Cicilie, Cities, Arms, and Lands, Where great Acestes, sprung from Troy, commands. That we draw up our Navie condiscend, To rigg them new, tackling, and oars to mend. That if our King, and friends be found, then we May steere our course with joy for Italie, And Latium seek. But if no help be found, And thou best Trojan Princei'th' tempest drown'd; Nor of Ascanius hope; Sicanian roads, Whence we sail'd hither, and prepar'd aboads, Old King Acestes, we at last shall finde. I leoneus said; the Trojans with one minde Gave full applause. Then Dido briefe and modestly declares. O Trojans feare not, and seclude your cares: To settle our new State we find so hard, That we our consines are inforc'd to guard. Of Trojans who? of Troy who ignorant are! Those Worthies, Valour, fury of that War?

Tyrians are not so dull, nor yet the Suns Chariot so distant from our City runs. Seek you great Italie, Saturnian lands, Or Erix shores, the King Acestes strands: I'le safe disinisse you, and supply your want. Will you alike with us, this City plant? This town I build is yours; your ships forsake, 'Twixt Tyrians, Trojans, I'le no difference make. Would the same wind had hither brought your Prince, But I will issue forth Commands from hence, That he be sought through all the Lybian coast, Should he in Desarts be, or Cities lost. Achates, and the King, with these words fir'd Long since, to break the gloomy clowd desir'd. Then bold Achates to Aeneas said,

Great Goddesse son, what doubts may now disswade: Thy friends, and ships, all safe thou seest, but one Which in our sight, the raging Seas did drowne: All sutes thy mothers words. Scarce these he said, When suddenly the circumsused shade Purg'd to thin aire, and forth Aeneas stood, His garb, his face, and person like a God. Venus had trim'd his haire, youths beauty dyes His cheeks, she breath'd glad honours on his eyes. So Ivory grac'd by art, so Silver would, Or Parian marble shew, set in pure gold. And sudden unexpected did appeare; Then to the Queen. I, whom you seeke am here, Trojan Aeneas scap't the Lybick Seas. O thou alone, pittying our miseries! Who us Greeke reliques, spent, by various fates Of land and sea, thou joyn'st associates To thee, and thine: we, nor all Dardans straine Through great earth scatter'd can require againe,

The Gods (if there be any Providence, Or Justice, will the pious recompence) Sure must reward thee. O! what age of worth, What so great Parents, such as thee brought forth? Whiles convex'd hills have shadows, to the maine Whilst rivers run, whilst poles the stars sustaine, Thy honour; name, and same, shall last, what land So-ever me invites. Then his right hand I lioneus takes, his left Sergestus meets, Bold Gyas, stout Cloanthus; all he greets. At the first sight Dido was much dismaid, And wondring at so strange a story, said;

What dangerous fate pursued thee Goddesse son, What forc'd thee, on these Barbarous shores to run? Art thou Aeneas whom faire Venus bare Neer Symois streams, Dardan Anchises heire? Teucer I call to mind expel'd his land To Sidon came, did Belus aid demand New Realms to gain: my father then subdu'd Cyprus, and conquerour held in servitude. Since then I understood the Trojan fate, Thy name, and every Graecian Potentate. He though a foe your valour did commend, And said himself, did from your stock descend. Therefore bold Trojans to our Court advance; We in such dangers tost, and various chance At length our selves did in this countrey plant, I know t'help others, taught by my own want.

Then she Aeneas to the Court conveys, And the Gods honours on the altars payes, Next to the shores twenty fat beeves she sends, With them a hundred swine to feast his friends; And with the ews as many fatned lambs, With wine, Lyaeus joy,

But all within with royall pomp was grac'd. And midst the Hall a stately feast they plac'd. Wrought carpets with proud scarlet did infold Huge silver tables, where was grav'd in gold Her Grandsires acts in a long series stood Drawn from so many Princes of the blood.

The King (for love paternall never sleeps) Sent down in hast Achates to the ships, To tell this to Ascanius, then repaire With him to Court, who was his fathers care. To bring gifts sav'd from Troy the long robe which Was purl'd with gold, and with imbroideric rich, A vail, the edge with bright Acanthus wrought; Fair Hellens dresse, which, she from Argos brought To Troy, and fatall marriages set forth; Her mother Laedas gift of wondrous worth. The Scepter too which once Ilion bore, Priams first daughter, the Pearl-chain she wore And Coronet, with gold and jemmes inchac'd. For these Achates to the Fleet did haste.

But Venus now new arts, new counsells took; That Cupid should like young Ascanius look, And in the furious Queen he might inspire The flames of love, and pierce her bones with fire. Double tongu'd Tyrians, doubtfull house she fears: Fierce Juno frights, with night increast her cares. Therefore to winged love she briefly said,

Deare son, my strength deare son, my chiefest aid, Who only sleights great Jave's Typhoan fire, I fly to thee, suppliant thy aid require. Thou knowst thy brother my Aeneas hath Felt on all Lands and Seas firce Juno's wrath,

And of our sorrow hadst as great a sence. Him Dido courts, and stayes with blandishments. Junonian entertainments I suspect, Nor she so great occasion will neglect. Therefore I plot first to deceive, and bind The Queen with flames, lest some power change her mind, That she with me Aeneas love involve. Which to effect, know this is my resolve. The Royall boy for Carthage do's prepare By his dear Father call'd: my greatest care Brings gifts preserv'd from Troyes flame and the deep. In high Cytherum him Ile cast asleep, And in Idalium's sacred mansions lay; Left he appearing should our plot betray. Assume his form onely one nights short space; Use art, a boy put on a boyes known face, That when glad Dido hugs thee at her lap At royall feasts, crown'd with the cheering grape. When she imbracing, shall sweet kisses give, Inspire hid flame, with deadly bane deceive.

His mother love obeys, his wings he leaves And joyfully Ascanius garbe receives, But V••nus through Julus limbes distills Sweet sleep, and bears to the Idalian hills, And in soft Marjerom the boy she layd. Whose flowers imbrac'd him with a pleasant shade.

But Cuptd then his mothers will obey'd, Bore gifts to Carthage, and Achates led. When he came in, the Queen was plac'd in state On golden beds, and in the mid'st she sate. Aeneas, and the Trojan Captains met, And raised high, they on spread scarlet set. The servants water bring and serv'd up bread, In chargers; some neat fringed towels spread.

And fifty Dames to serve the bill of fare, Had charge within, and Inscence to prepare. A hundred more, with youth of like age, grac'd Tables with dishes, and the goblets plac'd. Through joyfull halls in throngs the Tyrians prest, Commanded on imbrodered couches rest. Aeneas gifts th'admire, Julus prais'd, At th'Gods bright looks, and feigned words amaz'd: The robe, and curious yaile, they much commend. But Dido destin'd to a wofull end, Could not be satisfi'd, burning at the sight The Boy and presents equally delight.

Aeneas neck when he imbracing held And the great love of a wrong Father fil'd, He Courts the Queen; she strange affection shews, Fixing her eyes, lays in her lap; nor knows What God betrai'd a wretch; but Cupid is Mindfull of Venus, blotting by degrees Sychaeus out, and tries with lively love Fix'd thoughts, and resolutions to remove.

After the feast was ended, all tooke downe, They mighty goblets place, and Bacchus crowne. The ample Pallace rung with noyses mix'd, And shining lamps to golden roofes were fix'd: Bright torches vanquish the dark night with fires. Here, rich with jems, and gold, the Queen requires A bowle with wine, which Belus us'd, and all From Belus sprung, then silence through the hall.

O Jove (for thou giv'st lawes to every guest) To Tyrian, Trojans let this day be blest, And still observ'd by our posteritie: Glad Bacchus and good Juno, present be, You favouring Tyrians keep this feast, she said. And flowing honour on the table paid.

Then having gently kist the swelling cup Gav't Bitias, he the full gold soon turns up, And drench'd himselfe in the overflowing draught. Next other Peers: What greatest Atlas taught On's golden harpe, long hair'd Iopas playes, Sols labours, and the moons, inconstant wayes, Whence man and beasts, whence showers, and lightning sprung, Wet kids, Arturus, Northern bears, he sung. Why winters suns haste so to touch the maine, And what delaies the tardie might restraine. Tyrians, and Trojans, praise with one consent.

But the slovv night, unhappy Dido spent In various discourse; and long love quast: Oft asks of Priam, and of Hector oft, Novv in vvhat arms, Aurora's off-spring came, Of Diomeds horse, now of Achilles same. My guest from first originall relate Greeks trecheries (she said) and your own fate, And wandrings since, for now seaven years hath tost You on all shores, and drove to every coast.