The works of Publius Virgilius Maro translated by John Ogilby.

THE SEVENTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS.

THE ARGUMENT.

MAny strange signes and prodigies declare, A forraign Prince must wed th' Ausonian heire. Aenas enters Latium: threatned wants Turn'd to a jest; the promis'd Land he plants, And Embasies to King Latinus sends. A peace is made. Vext Juno stirs the Fiends, And calls Alectos aid, since heaven denies. A tame deere kill d, has bloody obsequies. The Queen and Turnus spur'd by hellish charms, From long peace Latium rous'd to impious arms. 'Gainst th old Kings advice, all streight ingage: Janus gates open'd, the fierce vulgar rage. The Martiall list. Camilla in the reare. AVirgin march'd, arm'd with a Myrtle speare.

ANd thou Aeneas nurse Caietae, hast Given to our shoares a name by death, shall last; The place thy honour keeps, seal'd with thy name, Great Latium hath thy bones (if that be fame,)

But good Aeneas, Funerall rites being paid, Her Tombe high rear'd and swelling Seas alaid, Hoysts sayle, and leaves the port; fresh gales arise With night, nor the bright Moon his course denies, But with a trembling splendor guilds the flood. By the next lands Circaean coasts they stood. In unpast groves, there Sols rich daughter calls With usuall songs, burning in sumptuous halls Sweet smelling cedar, with nocturnall flame, Running neat shutles through a curious frame. Hence before night, is heard the raging sound Of Lyons chaff'd, refusing to be bound; And bristled Boars; hence, Bears in collars storm, And shapes of huge Wolves houle; whose humane form The cruell Godesse Circe there invests With fierce aspects, and chang'd to salvage Beasts: Lest pious Trojans were transform'd to such Entring the Port, lest they dire shores should touch, With faire Winds Neptune swel'd their sailes, and bore With prosperous flight, beyond that dangerous shore.

And now the Sea blush'd with the morning beam, Aurora shining from her golden team, When the winds fell, a suddain calm againe, And oares now strugled in the azure maine. And here Aeneas spies a mighty wood, Through which ran Tyber, with a pleasant flood And nimble edies, bright with golden sand Into the Sea, about, and ore the strand; Much fowle did haunt, and in the channell throng; Then flying through groves, high heav'n pleas'd with a song. Here he commands to bend, and steer those lands, And glad he for the shady River stands.

Now Erato, what Kings, what times those were, What was old Latium, when the stranger, there

First with his Fleet arriv'd, I shall recite, And what first made such quarrels, bring to light. Help Goddesse, help, I horrid warres shall sing, Armies, and Kings, rage did to funeralls bring, The Tyrrhen troupes, and all the Ausonian land Muster'd in arms, great tasks I take in hand. And bold attempts. Glad fields, and cities blest Now ag'd Latinus in long peace, possest. Whom, on the Nymph Marica as they fame Faunus begot, Faunus from Picus came, Picus O Saturne thee did father call, Of the high blood thou the originall. But to Latinus, heaven no sonne had left, For he was in his prime by fates bereft; One daughter was t' enjoy this vast estate, Now ripe for Marriage, and a Princely Mate. From all Ausonia, and great Latium went Many to win her, Turnus by descent From a high stock, and most for beauty fam'd A suter was, whom the great Queen inflam'd With much affection, strove to her to joyne, But threatning prodigies hindered the designe.

A sacred Laurell, midst the Court did rear A lofty top, long kept by pious fear, Found by Latinus when he built that feate; Which then to Phoebus he did consecrate, And gave from this the Laurentines a name. When swarmes of Bees (a wondrous story) came With a great murmur, and a sudden flight Through the clear skies, then on the branches light, Cling to the Bowes, and hang upon the tree. Streight cryes the Augure a strange man we see, From those parts coming now, and forraign powers To Take these coasts, and rule our lofty Towers.

Besides, when chast Livinia did beare To Altars Virgin flames, her father there; Her faire long tresses seem'd to catch the fire, And crackling flames to burn her rich attire, Her royall dresse, and crown with jewels bright: Then smoak involveth with a pitchy light, And through the high roofs conquering Vulcan rould; But this, the wondrous prodigie foretold, That she in fame, and fortune should transcend; Yet to the Nation did great Warre portend. But troubled with these signes, Latinus moves His inspir'd Father, in th' Albunean groves Asks Faunus Oracles, where the sacred floods Sulphure exhales, in thick resounding woods. From hence Italians, all Oenotria, sought Answers to doubts; when gifts the priest had brought, Here he repos'd on skins of slaughter'd sheep, And under silent night prepares to sleep. When many wondrous fleeting forms he sees, Strange voyces heares, and talks with Deities, Confers with Acheron, and the deeps below. Here King Latinus Oracles to know, Then did a hundred choyce sheep sacrifice, And on their skins, and spreading fleeces lies: When the thick grove gave answer to this fence.

Match not thy childe to any Latine Prince, Deare off-spring, nor those rites prepared grant: A forraign son mustcome, our name shall plant Amongst the Starres; from him a progenie. Beneath their feet shall all things govern'd see, Which Phoebus doth from Sea to Sea behold. These answers which in silent night were told, And Counsels, King Latinus not conceal'd: But to Ausonian Cities 'twas reveal'd

By flying fame, when first the Trojan bands Did moare their Fleet, on high and verdant strands, Aeneas his prime chiefes, and the young Prince Repos'd, under a spreading trees defence, Then feasts prepare on grasse, and cut their meate, (So Jove foretold) on cakes of purest wheat: And did with jucy fruit their bisket swell. Their victualls spent, as hunger did compell, They on the hard bread fall with violence brake, And with bold teeth assault the fatall cake. Nor spar'd their wheaten plates thus squar'd, t' invade: We eate our trenchers too Ascanius said. Nor saying more: this heard, an end affords To all their toyle, his father took the words, Amaz'd at the accomplisht prophesie. And streight he said, haile lands are due to me By fates, and haile you faithfull Trojan Gods, This seat is yours, and here are your abodes. Such secrets I recall my Sire did leave. Deare son, when unknown shores shall thee receive, And hunger shall inforce trenchers to eat: There expect rest, remember there to seat, And there build walls, and roofs with bulwarks plant, This is the famine, and remaining want Last ruine threats, Glad let us then, with early dawne prepare To search these coasts, and what the people are, And severall wayes discover from the shore, Now pay Jove boules, my father now implore, On tables place Anchises wine: his brows (Thus having said) he wreaths with Olive bows. The genius of the place, the first of Gods Tellus adores, with Nymphs, and unknown floods,

Nights rising starres, Idean Jupiter, And to the Phrygian Mother made his prayer, And parents which in heaven, and hell abode, Thrice from above thundred th' all-potent God, He brandish'd lightning in his hand did hold, Which in the sky sparkled with beames of gold. Here, through the Trojans spread a sudden fame, The day was come, their promis'd walls to frame, Joyfull they feast, and at the mighty signe, They goblets place, and crown the flowing wine.

When the next day the world with beams displai'd, To search the Countrey severall wayes they made: And here the fountains of Numicus swell, Hence Tyber flows, and there bold Latines dwell. Aeneas then a hundred prime men calls, To beare his Embassie to the Royall walls. With Kingly presents, they with olives crown'd, Should for the Trojans tearms of peace propound. Without delay they haste what was injoyn'd: Whilst he slight works to a meane trench design'd, Erects a Fort, and camp-wise did begin His first aboads, and fenc'd with bulwarks in.

Now going on, they to the walls draw nigh, When Latine roofes, and lofty Towres they spy, And gallant youth before the City just, Riding brave horse, and chariots tam'd in dust, Or cast light Javelins, or stiffe bowes to bend, And in the race, or Tilting to contend. When one with speed brought to the Royall eare, That great men in strange weeds, attending were, He commands streight to th' presence they be showne, And takes his place then, in his Grandsires throne,

Rais'd on a hundred pillars midst the Towne, Stood Picus Court, and Pallace of renowne, Awfull with groves, and mysteries profound. Here Kings first Scepters had, and first were crown'd, This was to them their Temple, and their Court, Here they at sacred festivals resort, And fathers, when a Ramme was offered, sate As was the custome, at long boards in state. Cut in old Cedar the Effigies there, Of antient Italus, Sabinus were, Who first set Vines, his hook still in his hand; Old Saturne and bi fronted Janus stand In th' entrance, with some of the ancient straine, Who bold in Warres were for their Countrey slaine. Then many arms on sacred pillars fixt, With captive chariots, battell axes mixt, Helms, and huge bars of gates, the posts adorne, With darts, and shields, and prowes from Galleys torne. Horse-taming Picus, a short garment wore, A little shield, an augure staffe he bore: Whose love, when slighted Circe could not gaine, She with her charming wand, and hellish bane Chang'd to a bird, and spots his colour'd wings. In such a Temple, in th' old Throne of Kings, Latinus sate, and calls the Trojans in, And thus with pleasant language did begin.

Say Trojans (for your City we have known And stock, your voyage hath to us been shown) What is your sure, what cause inforc'd you come Through many swelling waves to Latinum? Mist you your course, or by some tempest tost, (For many so in the deep seas are lost) That thus you have enter'd, anchor'd in our road. Nor scorne our friendship; know from Saturns blood

We Latines sprung, who without Laws, or tye, Justice afford, like the old deitie. Now I recall, but time obscureth fame, That old Aruncus said, Dardanus came To Phrygian Idas cities, from that place To Thracian Samos, now call'd Samothrace: VVhom now from Tyrrhen Coryths city gone, Heavens starry court hath in a golden throne, And fills the number of the deities. He said; then Iloneus thus replies:

Great King, from honour'd Faunus sprung; not tost By waves and tempests came we to your coast, Nor mist our course, we by advice were brought, And have with willing mind thy city sought, Driven from our realms, which once Sol looking down From high Olympus, saw of most renown. From Jove we sprung, the Dardan nation are Proud of their mighty grandsire Jupiter; The King himself deriv'd from Joves high race, Trojan Aeneas sent us to this place. How great a storm cruel Mycene hurl'd On Trojan fields, and by what fates, each world Of Europe, Asia, strove: if any man Dwell in far lands, beyond the Ocean, These he hath heard, or who so ere resides VVhere hot Sols lines stretch'd out, four zones divides, Through vast Seas from so great a deluge bore A small seat for our gods, a harmlesse shore, VVater and aire, common to all, we crave. Nor shall we be your realms disgrace, nor have Your glory light, nor shall forget your grant, Nor Latium irk Troy in her lap did plant. I. by Aeneas fates, and right hand swear, If any try'd his faith or force in war,

Us many Realms, (nor slight us that we bring These wreaths, and speak like men petitioning) And many Nations to themselves would joyne: But fate did us unto your shore design: Hence Dardan sprung, and here returns again; Us Phebus did with great commands constrain Tiber to seek, and blest Numicus spring, Besides small gifts of former wealth, our King Presents to thee, from burning Troy convaid. In this gold cup Anchises Offrings made: When Priam Laws establish'd, this, he bore, And he this sacred Crown, and Scepter wore, And robes, the art of Trojan dames.

At Ileoneus speech Latinus bent A stedfast look, and fixt his eyes intent Upon the earth: the King not much approv'd Wrought purple, not with Priams Crown was mov'd; As in his daughrers match he was delaid, Fortunes revolving which old Faunus said: This was the son, fate told from forraigne strands Was call'd with equall auspice to these lands, Whose progeny in valour should excell, And by their prowesse, the whole world compell. Then joyfull said, you Gods assist our tasks, And your owne signe; take Trojan what thou asks. Nor I despise your gifts: rich fields enjoy VVhilst I am King, and what you brought from Troy. Aeneas, if such love he us intend, If to joyn leagues he hasts, and be stil'd friend, Let him approach, nor feare our amitie; T'imbrace your King, of peace shall th' earnest be. And to your Prince from us beare this reply: I have a child, paternall lots deny

And many prodigies from heaven debar To match at home: a son must come from far: This they foretell remaines for Italy, Whose stock shall raise our name unto the sky. This I beleeve is he, the fates require, And if my mind prompt rightly, I desire. This said, he chosen horses did command, Faire steeds three hundred, in high stables stand, And bids they should be to the Trojans led, Whom gallant trappings grac'd with skarlet spread: Gold portalls hung, gold did their breast infold, And with their teeth, they champ'd the burnish'd gold. The King a Chariot sent, which foure steeds drew Of heavenly race, fire from their nostrills flew, Of the same kind, who were of Circes breed, Stole by a Mare, leapt with a heavenly steed. With these gifts, and the answers of the King, The Trojans bravely mounted peace did bring.

But then behold! from Argos did repaire Joves cruell wife, and flying cuts the aire. The Trojan Fleet, and glad Aeneas, she Saw through the skie, as far as Sicily; Sees how they houses build, and leave the flood, Now trusting land, with sharp grief fixt she stood; Shaking her head, thus forth her woes did powre:

Ah hateful race, and Troys fate crosse to our: In Dardan fields, why did they not expire? Or captives took, why did not Iliums fire Consume these men? midst arms, through flames they past. My power I feare weary lies down at last, And I with hatred satisfied, rest. I bold, these fugitives with waves distrest,

My self and all the floods against them bent, And fury of the winds, and waters spent. How helpt my Syrts, Scylla, Carybdis vast? Since now through Tybers wish'd streames they have past, Free from the Sea, and us; could Mars destroy The mighty Lapithes? could heavens King annoy At Dians suit, so much old Calidon? What were those great offences they had done? But I, great wife to Jove unhappy I, Left nothing unassay'd, did all wayes try. Aeneas, I am vanquished by thee: But if my own power not sufficient be, Undaunted, aydes Ile seek where ere they dwell; Will heaven not grant my sute, Ile raise up hell; Grant, spight of us he must in Latium seate, And that Lavinia shall be his by fate: Yet we may work delay in such great things, And may destroy the subjects of both Kings. Let son and father joyne such rates being paid, Trojan and Rutile blood shall dowre thee Maid, Bellona give thee, nor alone a brand Shall pregnant Cisseis beare to waste the land: A Paris, and such births she shall enjoy, And funerall Fires againe for rising Troy.

This said, she dreadfull to the earth descends, And from th' infernall shades, and seats of fiends Wofull Alecto calls, who breeds sad warre, Rage, Treachery, and all crimes that are. Pluto himself doth this foule Monster hate, And her owne sisters doe abhominate: So oft she's chang'd, and forms so dreadfull takes, And foule still pregnant with so many Snakes. Whom Juno with such words exciting said, Virgin nights daughter help, and now give aide,

Lest our unquestion'd name, and honour fall, Lest by these marriages the Trojans shall Latium enjoy, and great Ausonia share. Thou loving brothers canst provoke to War, Houses destroy with hate, both sword and flames Bring to their roofes; thou hast a thousand names, As many nocent arts; then quickly shake Thy pregnant breasts, and peace confirmed, break; Lay grounds for cruel war, make with thy charms Their wilde youth rage, require, and take up arms.

Big with foul poyson thence the hag resorts To Latium, and Latinus lofty courts, And silent to Amatus chamber went, Who boyl'd with female care and discontent, 'Bout Turnus match, and Trojans comming there. At her Alecto from her snaky haire A serpent cast, and fix'd it in her side: By which inrag'd, she might th'whole house divide. It 'mongst her weeds did on her bosome roull, And her then raging with a viperous soul Unfelt, inspir'd: The snake's a chain of gold, A fillet now her tresses to infold; And each were glides. When first this pestilence Had with a strong infection seiz'd each sense, And fill'd her blood with fire: not yet the flame Her soft mind catch'd, nor through her bosome came. But as kind mothers use to speak she sayes, Mourning her child, and Phrygian mariages.

Sir, will you give Lavinia to th' exild Trojan? thy self not pittying, nor thy child, Nor me, whom the false pyrate will forsake, And next fair wind to sea the virgin take. The Phrygian Swain so enter'd Greece, and bore Laedean Helen to the Troian shore.

Where's sacred faith? and care thou hadst of thine? The hand with Turnus thou so oft didst joyn? If that a son must come from foraign lands, Thou fix on that; and this thy sire commands: Sure I believe all countries foraign are Which we not rule, and so the gods declare. And if you Turnus linage view, he springs From Inachus and Acrisius Grecian Kings.

When she had found perswasion was in vaine, And saw him fix'd, then wrought the viperous bane, Shoots through het bowels, spread through all her breast, Then troups of fiends the haplesse queen possest, And through the town distracted she did rove, So flies a top with strokes resounding, drove; Which boyes in huge rings earnest at their sports Through winding entries, and large vacant courts With scourges force; amaz'd the childish troup And smooth-chin'd band, admire the spinning top, That lives with strokes, so giddily she went Through the whole town, and people discontent.

Then flies to th' woods like a wild Bacchanal, And more inrag'd, on greater plots doth fall. For she in shady hills her daughter hid, That so she might the Trojan banes forbid. And Bacchus cryes, The virgin's only thine, Who bears for thee javelins adorn'd with vine, For thee they dance, and save their sacred haire. Fame flies, the matrons all distempered are Like rage moves all, they leave their own to find New roofs, their tresses flowing in the wind. Others made heaven with hideous cries resound, Girded with skins, with viney javelins bound, Bearing a flaming pine, amidst the flings, And Turnus and her daughters hymen sings,

Rowling her bloody eyes loud she exclaims, With dreadful looks; Ió! you Latine dames, If any love in your chast bosomes yet Remains for me, the most unfortunate; If any care of mothers power excites; Bound tresses loose, with me act Bacchus rites.

Thus through vast woods and wildes Alecto brings Amata, raging with infernal stings. After she saw enough her fury burn'd, Latinus counsel, his whole house oreturn'd: Straight the sad goddesse thence on black wings came Unto bold Turnus walls, whose seat they fame Danae built with her Acrisian race, Drove there by storms: from birds of old the place Ardea stil'd, Ardeas name now great.

It chanc'd, then Turnus in his lofty seat Amidst the silent night, soft quiet took. Alecto leaves her shape, and furies look, And is transform'd to an old woman now, Plowing deep furrowes in her wrinkled brow; Binds her white hair, then olive branches ties, And she old Calybe Junos Vestal is, And straight herself presenting thus began.

Tamely wilt thou, Turnus, such wrongs sustain? Thy crown transferr'd to th' Dardan Colonie? The King, the match and dowre thou shouldst enjoy, Denies, and now a foraign heire hath chose. Scorn'd, go, thy self t'ingratefull toyl expose; Tyrrhens destroy, yes, and Latinus guard. Great Juno bid, this News should be declar'd To thee in silent night: Arise with speed, Arm the bold youth, and through the gates proceed; March where the Trojan captains in the sweet Tyber now ride, and burn their painted fleet.

A god bids this: and if the King withstands Thy marriages, nor yields to thy demands, Let him in arms then Turnus valour try. Here the Prince smiling, thus did make reply.

Not as thou thinkst, the news hath scap'd my eare, Of ships hath enter'd Tyber streams; such feare Thou need'st not fain, nor royal Juno will Unmindfull be of us. But thee, O mother, fond age doting still, Troubles in vain with care, and terror brings, Deluding with false fear of arms and Kings. Take for the Temple and the Statues care, Let men t'whom it belongs, make peace and war.

At this Alecto rag'd: but whilst he spoke A sodain trembling all his body shook, His eyes grew stiffe, such shapes she did unfold, Hissing with snakes, her flameing eyes she roll'd; Repulsing him, who lingering did prepare To speak: two serpents darting from her hair. Then lashing him, from dire lips thus she storm'd: Lo! I whom doting age hath ill inform'd, Of kings and arms deluding with false feare, I from the furies seat am present here, And in this hand bring war and death.

This said, at him a blazing torch she cast, And gloomy fire fix'd in his bosome fast. Great fear doth vanquish sleep, through all his limbs A salt sweat flows, in brine his body swims. Arm, arm, he cries; for arms the bed room sought, Love of steel rag'd, and wars curst madnesse wrought. Ire swels; As when fir'd bavins are applide With mighty noise to a full cauldrons side. Seas rage within, the boyling liquor steams, And fuming high, bubbles with frothy streams,

Nor self-contain'd, to heaven black vapours rose.

He to the King and the prime Nobles shewes, Peace thus being broke, that arms should be prepar'd To drive the foe from thence, and Latium guard, Trojans and Latines both he could invade: Then cals the gods with vowes and prayers. This said, Rutilians strive each other to engage, This taken with his noble personage, His royal pedigree another charms, Him youth inticeth, and great deeds in arms.

Whilst Turnus his Rutilians did inflame, The hag on Stygian wings 'mongst Trojans came, Where fair Ascanius did with course and snares Persue wild beasts, there she new art prepares. Here th'hellish Virgin cast a sudden rage Amongst the dogs, did with known scent engage More hot to chase: hence sprung the wofull jar, And first incens'd the rustick soul, for war

There was a fair large Deer with stately crests, Whom Tyrrhens sons took from the mothers breast, And Tyrrhens fed, the royal cattel were, And those large fields intrusted to his care. This same, their sister Sylvia with great care Adorn'd his crest, and binds with garlands faire, Did combe and bath him in the chrystal ford: He us'd to hand, and to his masters bord VVandred in woods, and would return, although Late in the night, and his own dwelling know. This wandring far Ascanius fierce hounds chac't, When he by chance the pleasant river past, And hot on verdant banks prepar'd to rest. Then love of praise inflam'd Ascanius breast,

That from his bow he lets the arrow flie; Nor to his hand wanted a deitie. The sounding shaft did through his bowels come. But the Deer wounded flies to his own home, Entring he groans, and bloody, with sad voice Imploring aid, fils all the house with noise. Beating her breasts, first Sylvia complains, And cals aloud to aid, the sturdy swains: They (for in silent groves Alecto hides) Suddenly came; this a burnt stake provides, That a huge knotty club; what each man finds Rage makes a weapon, Tyrrhus cals his hinds As he by chance did cleave in four an oak, And threatning mainly, a sharp axe he took, But the foul hag watching her time to harm, Ascends, and sounds the pastoral alarm From a high roof, and her infernal voice Sends through a winding-horn: at the dire noise The woods did tremble, and the groves profound Thundred, and Trivias lake far off the sound, And sulphure Nar, and Velins fountains hear, And mothers grasp their children struck with fear. But then fierce Rusticks swift, where the alarms The trumpet sounded, rush with snatch'd-up arms From all parts, and Trojuns t'Ascanius aide From open camps like a full torrent made, In order draw; No rustick fight they make VVith knotty clubs, and a burnt pointed stake. But fierce with steel they charge, the dusky field With drawn swords dreadful, arms a splendor yield Struck with the sun, and easts to heaven a light As when with rising winds the waves grow white, Seas by degrees advance, then higher rise, At last roll'd from their bottom, kisse the skies.

And here young Almon, Tyrrhus eldest son, Was in the front by a swift shaft orethrown: For in his throat it stuck, and stopt his breath, Imprisoning th'aiery soul with blood in death. There many were, with old Galesus slain, Whilst he for peace oppos'd himself in vain; The justest man which all Ausonia yields, And once the richest both in stock and fields; Five bleating flocks, five heards he did command, And with a hundred plowes turns up his land.

Now whilst the field with equal fortune stood, Alecto promise kept, when she in blood Had both imbru'd, and had first slaughters made, She leaving earth, to heaven her self convaide, Proud with successe, to Juno these declares. Pehold division ripen'd for sad wars! Now let them friendship joyn and leagues conclude, Since Trojans I with Tyrrhen blood imbrude. And to the act Ile adde this, if you please; The bordering towns to war with rumors raise, To love dire Mars them Ile inflame with charms, All parts shall aid, Ile strew the fields with arms.

Then Juno said, Of jealousies and fears There are enough, firm stand the grounds of wars: Now they have fought, what weapons they have gain'd By chance at first, with forrain blood is stain'd. Let Venus great stock and Latinus joyn Such Nuptials, and such marriages design. But thee, great Jove who rules high heaven, denies Foldly to wander through celestial skies: Retire; what new emergencies betide Shall be my care. Saturnia thus replide, But she displaid her hissing wings with snakes, Stooping to hell, and heavens bright sphear forsakes.

There is a place 'midst Italy, which stands Under high mountains, fam'd through many lands; Which sacred vales, and a thick grove surrounds, And on each side with a dark shadow bounds, And in the midst a foming torrent grones, Ratling with mighty edies through the stones. Here the dire cave, and Plutos gates were shewn, And the huge gulph of gaping Acheron Opens foul jawes: hither Alecto flies, And hated, eas'd at once both earth and skies.

No lesse mean while Saturnia perfects war To Court the shepherds flie, and stain friends beare, Young Almond and Galesus foul with gore: The gods they call, and the old King implore.

Turnus arriv'd amidst these loud debates, And terrors of the fight ingeminates: That Trojans there should plant, the Phrygian race Should mixe with them, he thrust forth in disgrace. Then they, whose mothers Bachanalian rage Orgies to lead through deserts did engage; (Great was the Queens example) gathered are From every part, and weary Mars for war. Against the gods, and fate, and omens, all For impious war with strange perversnesse call; And clamouring round Latinus court they stood. But he like a fix'd rock against the flood, Like a fix'd rock, which when a breaking wave Tumbles against him and loud billows rave, Stands by his weight; the fomy clifts in vain Thunder, and back bruis'd weeds are roll'd again,

But when no power mad counsels could prevent, And th'whole affair with cruel Juno went; Then did the king the gods, and heaven attest, Ah we are lost by fates, by storms distrest!

Wretches, your impious blood shall punisht be For this; and Turnus, sad rewards for thee Remains; when thou shalt late the gods request, I soon shall reach my haven, and find rest, Though glorious funerals want. Nor more he spake, But straight retires, and did the helm forsake.

There was an antient use in Latium, Which Alban towns held sacred, and now Rome Greatest in power, observes; when they prepare 'Gainst Getae, Hircans, Arabs cruel war, Or march to India and the Eastern main, Or enfigns from the Parthians to regain. There are two gates of war, that name they bear, To dire Mars sacred, with religious fear; A hundred brazen doors, which lasting bands Of steel inclos'd; in th entrance Janus stands. Here when the Senate have a war decreed, The Consul glorious in his regal weed And Sabine robe, opens the groning gates Proclaiming it; and all the youth then waits, And doleful notes on brazen rrumpets sound. Then to the King 'gainst Trojans they propound War to denounce, and open Janus gates; He shuns the task, and foul engagement hates, And hides himself. Then Juno from the skie Descending, made th'unwilling gates to flie Open by force, and the huge brazen bars Saturnia breaks, and turns the hinge of wars. Ausonia rais'd now burns, rows'd from long peace; Some in the fields foot-squadrons exercise, Some break proud steeds, and use them to alarms; Wrapt in a dusty cloud, all mad take arms. This scoures his shield, his axe whets, oyles his spear, Proud to bear ensigns, and loud trumpets hear.

Five mighty towns to make arms, anvils lay, Tyber, Ardea potent Atina, Towrie Antemna, Crustumere the great: Helms of high proof they work, and shields compleat With sallow wrought; these shining breast-plates cast, Or with fine silver smooth-wrought Greves inchac't. Farewell all love, and honour of the plow! Their fathers swords again they furbush now: The trumpets sound, proclaimed is the war; These fit their casks, those neighing steeds prepare, This brac'd his shield, his golden mail that tride, And girds his trusty sword unto his side.

Open your springs you Muses, raise my verse! What Kings provok'd to wars, what armies fierce Supply'd the field, with what men Latium fam'd Did flourish then, and with what arms inflam'd, Tis, you can tell for you did register; Only a slender fame did touch our eare.

First proud Mezentius from the Tyrrhen lands The gods contemnor march'd, with armed bands: And Lausus next, his son, then whom more fair Was none, unlesse Laurentian Turnus were. Horse-taming Lausus wild beasts vanquished, A thousand men from Agelina led; Worthy in better times his realms to have swaid, And not Mezentius for his sire to have had. With conquering steeds, in's chariot next to these Came Aventine, thy son bold Hercules. Upon his shield his fathers arms he takes, A hundred serpents, Hydra girt with snakes, Whom Rhea bore in Aventina's wood Private, a woman proving by a god, After Alcides to the Laurent plain A conqueror came, when Geryon he had slain,

And Spanish bulls washt in the Tyrrhen wave. In war these piles and cruel weapons have, They fight with Tucks and with Sabellian spears; Himself on foot a Lyons huge skin wears, Rough hair, and white teeth, dreadfull on his head, Thus horrid, he the palace entered, Th' Herculean mantle flowing on his back.

Two brothers then Tyburtian walls forsake, Whose brother Tybert gave the place a name, From Greece fierce Coras and Catillus came. Before the ranks amidst thick arms they bend, As cloud-born Centaurs from the hills descend, When snowie Othrys they or Omole Forsake; then to their flight the woods give way, And all the bowes with mighty fragor yield.

Nor was he wanting did Preneste build, The race of Vulcan. who mongst cattel reign'd, Found on the hearths; all times this truth maintain'd. Rusticks a legion, Coeculus commands From high Preneste, and cold Anio's strands Whom Gabii, and rough Hernicis bred, With rivers cleer those rich Anagnia fed, Old Amasens: not all bore arms, or ring With shields and chariots: A great number sling Bullets of lead, and some two javelins beare, And on their heads did yellow bonnets weare Of a wolfs skin with their left foot they did March naked, a raw brogue the other hid.

Well horst Messapus, Neptunes off-spring, whom Nor fire or sword had power to overcome, People in ease, uncustom'd to alarms Invites to war, soon taught to use their arms. These the just Falscians and Fescennian bands, Those held Soractes towres, Flavinian strands.

Mount Cymins lake and Capen groves; who sing Marching harm onious numbers of their King As midst the clouds when silver swans retire From their repast; they in a joyful quire Tune their long pipes; then all the Asian coast And floods far off resound. Nor think the brazen bands in that great hoast Confusion had: like thick clouds through the skie Of cackling fowl from sea to land they flie.

Lo! antient Sabine blood, Clausus commands Great troups; himself great as his mighty bands. From him the race, and Claudian family come, After the Sabines shar'd a part in Rome. Great Amiterna, old Quirites, and Oliv'd Mutisca, all the Eretian band, Who Nomentum, those rosey Veline till, Tetricah, rough with rocks, Severus hill: Those plant Casperia, Folurus, and them Drink Hymel, Faber, and the Tybers stream. Cold Nursia, Hortine troups and Latines came, Those Allia parts, with an unhappy name. As many waves from Lybick seas are rowl'd, When stern Orion winter storms infold, Or as thick corn parch'd in the summer stands: In Hermus, or in Lycias golden strands, So shields resound, earth trembling as they came. Atrides sonne, foe to the Trojan name, Halesus strait his chariot horses joyns, A thousand fierce men brought: those blest with vines, Massica plow, Arunciau fathers train From the high hills, Sidicina neer the main. Those who left Cales, and who till the stream Of dry Vulturnus, Saticulus with them

And Oscian bands; these fight with javelins long, Put as their custome, fit with a soft thong; These Faulchions have, and leather shields protect. Nor thee, Oebalus, must our Muse neglect: Whom Nymph Sebetide to Telon bore, Now old he held the Telebonian shore: The son, not with his fathers realms content, To his subjection the Sarrastians bent; And those whom Sarnus watereth, forct to vield, Them Rufus, Batulus hold, and Celen field, And those fruit-bearing 'Bellas rampiers view, Who darts in the Teutonick manner threw. Their heads are arm'd with Cork-trees torn from vines, They shine in brazen arms, a brasse sword shines: With thee to war from hilly Nursia came O Ʋfens blest in arms, and great in fame, A cruel race, with huntings us'd to toyle In woods; Aequicola a barren soyl These armed plow and alwayes love to drive Fresh prey and plunder, and by rapine live. Next came a priest of the Marubian race, His helm green bowes, of happy olive grace, From King Archippus sent, Ʋmbro most bold, The vip rs blood, and hissing serpents could By chaims, or with his hand to sleep engage, Their bitings cure, and by his art asswage: But for the Dardan spear no help he found, Nor could a sleepy medicine ease the wound, Nor all those herbs in Marsian mountains be. Thee Angits grove, Fucinus cleer waves thee, Thee chrystal lakes have wept To war the fair race of Hippolitus went, Virbius, whom his mother Aritia sent

To Aegeias groves, in the Hymetian strand, Where altars fat of pleas'd Diana stand. After his stepdames art, Hippolitus kill'd, Paternal punishments with blood fulfil'd; Torne by mad steeds: T'etherial stars (they fame) And heavens supernal air again he came Restor'd by physick, and Diana's love; This much incensing the all-potent Jove, A mortal from infernal shades should rise, Phoebus son, who so great skill did devise With thun er sent to Styx. But Trivia Hypolitus did to fecret seats to convay, And to Aegerian groves confin'd alone, In Italian woods he finisht life unnkown, Where by a chang'd name he was Virbius stild. From Trivias fane, groves sacred, are exil'd All horses, since the youth and's chariot they Frighted orethrew to monsters of the sea.

No lesse his son did horses exercise, And to the wars he in his chariot flies. Among the first most beauteous Turnus led, Marching in arms, and taller by the head: From his high crests three bushy horse-maines came, Chimera there, breathing Aetnean flame; Then louder roars, with fire more fiercely glowes, When in hot fight blood in abundance flowes. His polish'd shield, Io with gold adorns, A cow now cloath'd with hair, and drest with horns: Argus who kept the maid, and Inachus stood, Where with rare art his urn poures forth a flood. A cloud of foot did follow, the whole strands Shield-bearing squadrons hide; the Argive bands, The Arunci, Rutilii, ancient Sicanie, Sacrans, and shields of painted Labici:

Those plow thy shores, O Tyber, people tills Sacred Numicus, sow Rutilian hills, Circaeus tops, who Anxurs fields, where Jove Commands, and glad Feronias verdant grove: Where black fend Satyr lies, cold Ʋfens did Glide through deep vales, and in the ocean hid.

Volscean Camilla march'd with these: she leads Regiments of horse; the Warrioresse precedes Bands bright in arms, her female fingers are Not us'd to Pallas arts: to cruel war The maid inur'd; or in her swift course borne T'outstrip the winds, and flie ore standing corn, Nor bruise the tender ear, she was so fleet Through sea to run, nor dip her nimble feet. From fields and houses, youth and matrons haste; How she with purple regal honour grac'd On her straight shoulders, marching, they behold Amaz'd: how th'button knit her haire with gold; Then how she did her Lycian quiver bears, And tipt with steel her pastoral myrtle speare.