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602	For deeds like these, shall Sulla now be styled''Darling of Fortune'',''Saviour of the State''? 602 What this hope,"she cried,"Roman, that moves thy breast to know the fates?
602	What youth,he cries,"Dares strike me down, and through his captain''s wounds Attest his love for death?"
602	Where dost thou snatch me, Paean, to what shore Through airy regions borne? 602 Why delay the fates, Thou cause of evil to the suffering world?
602	Why now renew The tale of Catulus''s shade appeased? 602 Wretch, and dost thou deem Me wanting in a brave man''s heart?"
602	( 11) So Cicero:"Shall I, who have been called saviour of the city and father of my country, bring into it an army of Getae Armenians and Colchians?"
602	( 12)"Petenda est"?
602	( 18)"Hath Jove no thunder?"
602	( 8) Who would think Your hands were stained with blood?
602	-- Is this thy consort, Magnus, this thy faith In her fond loving heart?
602	--"is it fit that you should beg for the lives of your leaders?"
602	Against all the gods Is this their influence, or on one alone Who to his will constrains the universe, Himself constrained?
602	All men must bear what chance or fate may bring, The sudden peril and the stroke of death; But shall the ruler of the world attempt The raging ocean?
602	Amyclas from his couch of soft seaweed Arising, calls:"What shipwrecked sailor seeks My humble home?
602	And could ye not with victory gained return, Restorers of her liberty, to Rome?
602	And did Pompeius name Thee his successor, thee?
602	And dost thou dare when heaven''s high thunder rolls, Thou, puny boy, to mingle with its tones Thine impure utterance?
602	And dost thou doubt, since thou art in my power, Thou art my victim?
602	And dost thou not know The purpose of such havoc?
602	And dost thou sue for peace?''
602	And dost thou think We only know not what degree of crime Will fetch the highest price?
602	And doth its term Make difference?
602	And fling a challenge to the conquering chief And all his proud successes?
602	And has our shame Brought us to this, that some barbarian foe Shall venge Hesperia''s wrongs ere Rome her own?
602	And have I seemed Tender, unfit to bear the morning heat?
602	And have they left thee, Rome, without a blow?
602	And shall there be no end Of these long years of power and of crime?
602	And shall this For ever be my lot?
602	And those dread tortures which the living frame Of Marius( 12) suffered at the tomb of him Who haply wished them not?
602	And thou, proud conqueror, who would''st deny The rites of burial to thousands slain, Why flee thy field of triumph?
602	And what of harvests( 13) blighted through the world And ghastly famine made to serve his ends?
602	And what shall be Septimius''fame hereafter?
602	And when rushing on thine end Was I to live?
602	And when the share Cease to upturn the slaughtered hosts of Rome?
602	And who would fear Thy haunts, Salpuga?
602	And why thyself didst seek Italia''s shores?
602	And, king, hast thou no fear At such a ruin of so great a name?
602	Art thou for peace, Holding thy footsteps in a tottering world Unshaken?
602	Art thou not shamed That strife should please thee only, now condemned Even by thy minions?
602	Art thou the Senate''s comrade or her lord?
602	At the sight the Gauls Grieved; but the garrison within the walls Rejoiced: for thus shall men insult the gods And find no punishment?
602	Both Consuls stand Here; here for battle stand your lawful chiefs: And shall this Caesar drag the Senate down?
602	But Caesar now, Thinking the peril worthy of his fates:"Are such the labours of the gods?"
602	But Cato hailed them from the furthest beach:"Untamed Cilician, is thy course now set For Ocean theft again; Pompeius gone, Once more a pirate?"
602	But Cato, full Of godlike thoughts borne in his quiet breast, This answer uttered, worthy of the shrines:"What, Labienus, dost thou bid me ask?
602	But Cornelia still Withstood his bidding, and with arms outspread Frenzied she cried:"And whither without me, Cruel, departest?
602	But for the boon of death, who''d dare the sea Of prosperous chance?
602	But grant that strangers shun thy destinies And only Romans fight-- shall not the son Shrink ere he strike his father?
602	But has the pole Been moved, or in its nightly course some star Turned backwards, that such mighty deeds should pass Here on Thessalian earth?
602	But he, though heaven and hell thus bode defeat, More bent on war, with mind assured of ill,"Why dread vain phantoms of a dreaming brain?
602	But in what land, what region of the sky, Where left we Africa?
602	But now with frosts Cyrene stiffened: have we changed the laws Which rule the seasons, in this little space?
602	But such name as his Who ever merited by successful war Or slaughtered peoples?
602	But thou, Caesar, to what gods of ill Didst thou appeal?
602	But whither now dost bid me shape the yards And set the canvas?"
602	But who had power like him?
602	But why entreat the gods?
602	But why then took we arms For love of liberty?
602	But why these battle lines, No foe to vanquish-- Rome on either hand?
602	But you, who still might hope For pardon if defeated-- what can match Your deep dishonour?
602	But, Brutus, where, Where was thy sword?
602	By what hateful crime Didst thou offend that thus on thee alone Was laid such carnage?
602	By what length of years Shalt thou be cleansed from the curse of war?
602	By what name This deed be called, if Brutus wrought a crime?
602	By what trust in us Cam''st thou, unhappy?
602	Caesar called him by name and said:"Well, Crastinus, shall we win today?"
602	Caesar stood and saw The dark blood welling forth and death at hand, And thus in words of scorn:"And dost thou lie, Domitius, there?
602	Caesar to the Nile Has won before us; for what other hand May do such work?
602	Can danger fright Her and not thee?
602	Can fame Grow by achievement?
602	Can violence to the good Do injury?
602	Could Gallia hold Thine armies ten long years ere victory came, That little nook of earth?
602	Could ye not have spoiled, To deck your trophies, haughty Babylon?
602	Dark in the calendar of Rome for aye, The days when Allia and Cannae fell: And shall Pharsalus''morn, darkest of all, Stand on the page unmarked?
602	Did I deserve Thus to be left of thee, and didst thou seek To spare me?
602	Did I not trust it with so sweet a pledge And find it faithful?
602	Did Pompeius hope, Thus severed by the billows from the foe, To make his safety sure?
602	Did not the shade of Crassus, wandering still,( 2) Cry for his vengeance?
602	Did the Bruti strike In vain for liberty?
602	Didst favour gain By sacrifice in this thine impious war?
602	Didst think perchance that grief Might help thy cause''mid lovers of his name?
602	Didst thou with impious war pursue the man Whom''twas thy lot to mourn?
602	Didst thou, Fortune, for the sake Of nations, spare to dread Pharsalus field This savage monster''s blows?
602	Do Fortune''s threats avail Outweighed by virtue?
602	Do Libyan whirlpools with deceitful tides Uncertain separate us?
602	Do thus Our fates press on the world?
602	Do ye hear?
602	Do ye turn Your backs on death, and are ye not ashamed Not to be found where slaughtered heroes lie?
602	Does Fortune drive Thee, Magnus, to the Parthians''feet alone?
602	Does he take heart from Gaul: For years on years rebellious, and a life Spent there in labour?
602	Dost delay Nor hasten to the chamber of thy Queen?
602	Dost dread the gods, Or think they favour not the Senate''s cause?
602	Dost fear the man Who takes his title to be feared from thee?
602	Dost thou not, impious, upon thy heart Pompeius''image, and upon thy soul Bear ineffaceable?
602	Doth it not suffice To aim at deeds of bravery?
602	Doth some bond Control the deities?
602	Doth the carnage fail, The world escaping?
602	Ere the fight was fought We joined not either army-- shall we now Make Magnus friend whom all the world deserts?
602	Find we no cure for wounds?
602	Find''st thou not Some solace thus in parting from the fight Nor seeing all the horrors of its close?
602	Flies not this wretched soul before your whips The void of Erebus?
602	Fly?
602	For such alliance wilt thou risk a death, With all the world between thee and thy home?
602	For these, a tomb in middle field of Mars Record his fame?
602	For to whom on earth If not to blameless Cato, shall the gods Entrust their secrets?
602	For what blame Can rest on thee or Caesar, worse than this That in the clash of conflict ye forgot For Crassus''slaughtered troops the vengeance due?
602	For what crime?
602	From Libyan ruins did not Marius rise Again recorded Consul on the page Full of his honours?
602	Had''st thou no trust in us?
602	Have then your efforts given Strength to my cause?
602	His faith In poisoned blades is placed; but trustest thou Those who without such aid refuse the war?
602	His latest prize Shall I be, Caesar, I, who would not quit My conquering eagles at his proud command?
602	How seemed it just to thee, Olympus''king, That suffering mortals at thy doom should know By omens dire the massacre to come?
602	How shall he Enter the city, who on such a field Finds happiness?
602	If for him were meant An empire o''er the world, had they not put An end to Magnus''life?
602	If from every land Thou dost debar me, why didst turn aside In flight to Lesbos?
602	If nor the rout nor dread Pharsalia''s field Nor yet Pompeius''death shall close the war, Whence comes the end?
602	If thou place me there, The spouse of Magnus, shall not all the world Well know the secret Mitylene holds?
602	In Thessalia''s field Gave we such right to the Pellaean blade?
602	In what plague, ye gods, In what destruction shall ye wreak your ire?
602	Is Rome thus fallen That in our civil frays the Phaxian sword Finds place, or Egypt?
602	Is civil conquest then so base and vile?
602	Is it well that I should die Even while you pray for fortune?
602	Is longest life worth aught?
602	Is loyalty too weak?
602	Is such thy madness, Caesar?
602	Is the cause Lost in one battle and beyond recall?
602	Is the deep Untried to which I call?
602	Is their pleasure so, Or must they listen?
602	Long ago I ran my ships midway through sands and shoals To harbours held by foes; and dost thou fear My friendly camp?
602	Long since our mutual fates Hang by one chain; and dost thou bid me now The thunder- bolts of ruin to withstand Without thee?
602	Magnus as partner in the rule of Rome I had not brooked; and shall I tolerate Thee, Ptolemaeus?
602	Magnus might have used To evil ends your blood; refuse ye now, With liberty so near, your country''s call?
602	Magnus''fortunes lost, Why doom all else beside him?"
602	Me do ye think Such as yourselves, and slow to meet the fates?
602	Mr. Haskins says,"shall you have to beg for them?"
602	Noble blood True, is not ours: what boots it?
602	Nor bear thyself the bleeding trophy home?
602	Nor drag Amasis from the Pyramids, And all their ancient Kings, to swim the Nile?
602	Nor leave me here, but take me to the camp, Thy fond companion: why should Magnus''wife Be nearer, Cato, to the wars than thine?"
602	Now holds this boy Her sceptre, owed to thee; his guardian thou: And who shall fear this shadow of a name?
602	Old, does he call me?
602	On Mimas shall he hurl His fires, on Rhodope and Oeta''s woods Unmeriting such chastisement, and leave This life to Cassius''hand?
602	On the waves alone Am I thy fit companion?"
602	One day''s defeat Condemned the world to ruin?
602	Or does he boast because his citizens Were driven in arms to leave their hearths and homes?
602	Or dost thou place Throughout the world, for thy mysterious ends, Some ministering swords for civil war?
602	Or haply, moved by envy of the king, Griev''st that to other hands than thine was given To shed the captive''s life- blood?
602	Or wert thou dumb That Fortune''s sword for civil strife might wreak Just vengeance, and a Brutus''arm once more Strike down the tyrant?
602	Or wilt thou with the leaders''crimes And with the people''s fury take thy part, And by thy presence purge the war of guilt?
602	Or, is Chance sovereign over all, and we The sport of Fortune and her turning wheel?
602	Rome''neath the ruin of Pompeius lies: Shalt thou, king, uphold him?
602	See ye how the gods Weigh down Italia''s loss by all the world Thrown in the other scale?
602	Seek ye by barricades And streams to keep me back?
602	Shall Armenia care Who leads her masters, or barbarians shed One drop of blood to make Pompeius chief O''er our Italia?
602	Shall Cato for war''s sake make war alone?
602	Shall Earth yawn open and engulph the towns?
602	Shall Eastern hordes and greedy hirelings keep Their loved Pompeius ever at the helm?
602	Shall I spare Great Alexander''s fort, nor sack the shrine And plunge his body in the tideless marsh?
602	Shall Scythian tribes desert their distant north, And Getae haste to view the fall of Rome, And I look idly on?
602	Shall bloodless victories in civil war Be shunned, not sought?
602	Shall chariots of triumph be for him Though youth and law forbad them?
602	Shall he seize On Rome''s chief honours ne''er to be resigned?
602	Shall men have fear of tombs and dread to move The dust of those who should be with the gods?
602	Shall scorching heat usurp the temperate air And fields refuse their timely fruit?
602	Shall she not condemn Those who ne''er sought her favours?
602	Shall some barbarian earth or lowly grave Enclose thee perishing?
602	Shall the only king Who failed Emathia, while the fates yet hid Their favouring voices, brave the victor''s power, And join with thine his fortune?
602	Shall they shrink from blood, They from the sword recoil?
602	Shall thus the tyrant''s fall Just at our hands, become a Pharian crime, Reft of example?
602	Shall unknown nations, touched by western strife, And monarchs born beneath another clime Brave the dividing seas to join the war?
602	Shalt thou dare To stir Pharsalia''s ashes and to call War to thy kingdom?
602	So he spake E''en at such time in accents of command, For how could Caesar else?
602	So long shall Caesar plunge the world in war?
602	Still stands our country mistress of the world, Or are we fallen, Rome with Magnus''death Rapt to the shades?"
602	Swift into the wave He leaps and cries,"Where, brother, is our sire?
602	Sworn to meet the sword Why, lingering, fall we thus?
602	The streams Flow mixed with poison?
602	Then Brutus to the pilot of his ship:"Dost suffer them to range the wider deep, Contending with the foe in naval skill?
602	Then thus, with broken sighs the Vision spake:"What seek ye, men of Rome?
602	These are at peace; but, Mars, why art thou bent On kindling thus the Scorpion, his tail Portending evil and his claws aflame?
602	Think you your dastard flight shall give me pause?
602	This alone Thou hast, accursed one, which men can see Unharmed; for who upon that gaping mouth Looked and could dread?
602	Thou forbad''st me share Thy risks Thessalian; dost again command That I should part from thee?
602	Thou only?
602	Thou wert our leader for the civil war: Mid Scythia''s peoples dost thou bruit abroad Wounds and disasters which are ours alone?
602	To unknown risks Art thou commanded?
602	To whom who met her glance, Was death permitted?
602	Too little for the war Is our destruction?
602	Trust to the sword the fortunes of the world?
602	Was none of all thy friends Deserving held to join his fate with thine?
602	Was this forsooth the object of thy toil O''er lands and oceans, that without thy ken He should not perish?
602	Was''t strange that peoples whom their latest day Of happy life awaited( if their minds Foreknew the doom) should tremble with affright?
602	Were these humble lives Left here unguarded while thy limbs were given, Unsought for, to be scattered by the storm?
602	Were yet the stars in doubt on Magnus''fate Not yet decreed, and did the gods yet shrink From that, the greatest crime?
602	What availed, Murrus, the lance by which thou didst transfix A Basilisk?
602	What boots it us that by an army''s blood The Rhine and Rhone and all the northern lands Thou hast subdued?
602	What conquests now remain, What wars not civil can my kinsman wage?"
602	What cottage homes their joys, what fields their fruit Shall to our veterans yield?
602	What end shall be Of arms and armies?
602	What furies didst thou call, What powers of madness and what Stygian Kings Whelmed in th''abyss of hell?
602	What general had not feared at such revolt?
602	What grievous fate Shall I call down upon thee?
602	What happier chance Could favouring gods afford thee?
602	What joy for Caesar, if the tidings come That such a citizen has joined the war?
602	What mausoleum were for such a chief A fitting monument?
602	What more had dared, With Magnus welcomed, the Lagean house?
602	What power had all the ills Possessed upon him?
602	What profits it through all these wicked years That thou hast lived untainted?
602	What rampart had restrained them as they rushed To seize the prize for wickedness and war And learn the price of guilt?
602	What shall be enough If Rome suffice not?
602	What spirit that knows the secrets of the world And things to come, here condescends to dwell, Divine, omnipotent?
602	What though the flood Of swollen Ganges were across my path?
602	When fled The Senate trembling, and when Rome was ours What homes or temples did we spoil?
602	When pledged to them Was the Tarpeian rock, for victory won, And all the spoils of Rome, by Caesar''s word, Shall camps suffice them?
602	When shall the harvest of thy fields arise Free from their purple stain?
602	When stars and sky fall headlong, and when earth Slips from her base, who sits with folded hands?
602	Whence comes this labour on the gods, compelled To hearken to the magic chant and spells, Nor daring to despise them?
602	Whence shalt thou The poor man''s happiness of sleep regain?
602	Whence this lust for crime?
602	Whence, citizens, this rage, this boundless lust To sate barbarians with the blood of Rome?
602	Where finds the piteous destiny of the realm Rome with herself at peace?
602	Where is the land That hath not seen my trophies?
602	Where now hath fled The teeming life that once Italia knew?
602	Where shall the weary soldier find his rest?
602	Where thy trust in Fate, Thy fervour where?
602	Wherefore did I we d To bring thee misery?
602	Wherefore with thy sword Dost stab our breasts?
602	Whether in arms and freedom I should wish To perish, rather than endure a king?
602	Which of the gods Has left heaven''s light in this dark cave to hide?
602	Who has strength To gaze unawed upon a toppling world?
602	Who hopes for aid from me, By fates adverse compelled?"
602	Who in such mighty armament had thought A routed army sailed upon the main Thronging the sea with keels?
602	Who shall blame Antonius for the madness of his love, When Caesar''s haughty breast drew in the flame?
602	Who shall give the cause?
602	Who weighs the cause?
602	Who would fear for self Should ocean rise and whelm the mountain tops, And sun and sky descend upon the earth In universal chaos?
602	Whoe''er had thought A scorpion had strength o''er death or fate?
602	Whom dost thou dread, Madman, what punishment for such a crime, For which thy fame by rumour trumpet- tongued Has been sent down to ages?
602	Why alone Should this our country please thee in thy fall?
602	Why beat thy breast?
602	Why bringst thou here the burden of thy fates, Pharsalia''s curse?
602	Why desert This reeking plain?
602	Why did he draw His separate sword, and in the toil that''s ours Mingle his weapons?
602	Why does Orion''s sword too brightly shine?
602	Why dost thou keep From Caesar''s throat the swords of all the world?
602	Why doth it please you not yet more to earn Than life and pardon?
602	Why fear these titles, why this chieftain''s strength?
602	Why further stay thee?
602	Why further, then, Seek we our deities?
602	Why hither turn''st thou now Thy rapid march?
602	Why laws and rights Sanctioned by all the annals designate With consular titles?
602	Why leavest thou then His standards helpless?"
602	Why planets leave their paths and through the void Thus journey on obscure?
602	Why plunge in novel crime To settle which of them shall rule in Rome?
602	Why should men die who wish to bear the yoke And shrink not from the tyranny to come?
602	Why spoil delight by mutilating thus, The head of Marius?
602	Why wage campaigns that send no laurels home?
602	Why with darts, Madmen, assail him and with slender shafts,''Gainst which his life is proof?
602	Why, madman, weep?
602	Why, with thoughtless hand Confine his shade within the narrow bounds Of this poor sepulchre?
602	Will Magnus say That pirates only till the fields alight?
602	Will you ask upon your knees That Caesar deign to treat his slaves alike, And spare, forsooth, like yours, your leaders''lives?
602	With incessant prayers Why weary heaven?
602	Yet for my grief What boots or monument or ordered pomp?
602	Yet he curbed His anger, thinking,"Wilt thou then to Rome And peaceful scenes, degenerate?
602	Yet not all is said: For so to noxious humours fire consumes Our fleshly frame; but on the funeral pyre What bones have perished?
602	Yet to escape All ills of earth, the crash of war-- what god Can give thee such a boon, but death alone?
602	You ask,''Why follow Magnus?
602	and complain''st Thy vengeance perished and the conquered chief Snatched from thy haughty hand?
602	and have silent threats Prevailed, or piety unseen received So great a guerdon?
602	and shall the Nile And barbarous Memphis and th''effeminate crew That throngs Pelusian Canopus raise Its thoughts to such an enterprise?
602	and thou rush on Heedless of guilt, through right and through unright, Nor learn that men may lay their arms aside Yet bear to live?
602	and what lies beyond?
602	and whither hence Bear ye my standards?
602	bear the touch of man, And at his bidding deigns to lift the veil?
602	by those So soon to perish, shall the sign be asked, Their own, their country''s doom?
602	does your cruelty withhold my fate?
602	exclaimed,"Bent on my downfall have they sought me thus, Here in this puny skiff in such a sea?
602	he cried,"Me only in this throng?
602	her husbands slain Cornelia ne''er enclose within the tomb, Nor shed the tear beside the urn that holds The ashes of the loved?
602	is it indeed enough To crown the war, that Fortune and the deep Have cast thee on our shores?
602	on both sides Brothers forbid the weapon to be hurled?
602	or because he fled Rhine''s icy torrent and the shifting pools He calls an ocean?
602	or unchallenged sought Britannia''s cliffs; then turned his back in flight?
602	shall a lighter blow Keep Magnus down, whose thousand chiefs and ships Still plough the billows; by defeat his strength Not whelmed but scattered?
602	shall my victory rob thee of the peace I gave thee by my flight?
602	shalt thou A Roman soldier, while thy blade yet reeks From Magnus''slaughter, play the second part To this base varlet of the Pharian king?
602	what mansion wall, What temple of the gods, would feel no fear When Caesar called for entrance?
602	when the Fates With great Camillus''and Metellus''names Might place thine own, dost thou prefer to rank With Marius and Cinna?
29358	Ah, whither now? 29358 But who is this, the olive- crowned, that beareth in his hand The holy things?
29358	How may my help, O Turnus, now beside my brother stand? 29358 O Father, may we think it then, that souls may get them hence To upper air and take once more their bodies''hinderance?
29358	O twice- caught Phrygians, shames you nought thus twice amid the wars To lie in bonds, and stretch out walls before the march of Mars? 29358 O what new madness then is this?
29358	To Teucrian outcasts shall our maid, Lavinia, wedded be? 29358 Who will be first with me, O youths, play with the foe to hold?
29358	''And didst thou hope, O father, then, that thou being left behind, My foot would fare?
29358	''Panthus, how fares it at the worst?
29358	--But out!--why should a hapless man thus stay the Teucrian swords?
29358	--What words are these, or where am I?
29358	120 Yea, Pollux, dying turn for turn, his brother borrowed well, And went and came the road full oft-- Of Theseus shall I tell?
29358	270 What dost thou?
29358	300 Against these Teucrians sea and sky have spent their strength for nought: Was Syrtes aught, or Scylla aught, or huge Charybdis aught?
29358	360 Nor of the mother, whom that man forsworn shall leave behind, Bearing the maiden o''er the sea with the first northern wind?
29358	370--Ah, is aught better now than aught, when Juno utter great, Yea and the Father on all this with evil eyen wait?
29358	530--But tell me, thou, what tidings new have brought thee here alive?
29358	560 What torments bear they?
29358	570 And shall he, conquered, take his ease to fight me o''er and o''er?
29358	580 Shall Priam so be slain with sword; shall Troy so blaze aloft; Shall the sea- beach the Dardan blood have sweat so oft and oft For this?
29358	590 And shall a very stranger mock the lordship I have won?
29358	610 To whom spake Juno, meek of mood:"And why, O fairest lord, Dost thou so vex me sad at heart, fearing thy heavy word?
29358	620 Why from the walls now goeth up this cry and noise afar?"
29358	671 What shall betide the fellowship that followed me to war, Whom I have left?
29358	70 To trust the Tuscan faith, and stir the peaceful folk to fight?
29358	720 How can such mad desire be to win the worldly day?"
29358	740"Where rushest thou?"
29358	779 Then Mnestheus cries:"And whither now, and whither will ye flee?
29358	810"Ah, whither rushest thou to die, and darest things o''ergreat?
29358	840 Great Cato, can I leave thee then untold?
29358	Ah, shall I see Laurentum''s walls, or see my camp once more?
29358	Ah, what to do?
29358	Ah, what to do?
29358	Ah, what to do?
29358	Ah, whom to follow?
29358	Am I undying?
29358	And Pallas, might not she Burn up the Argive fleet and sink the Argives in the sea 40 For Oileus''only fault and fury that he wrought?
29358	And art thou that Æneas then, whom holy Venus bore Unto Anchises, Dardan lord, by Phrygian Simoïs''wave?
29358	And hath no eyes Ausonian sons, Lavinian land to see?
29358	And now-- the one shame wanting yet-- shall I stand deedless by Their houses''wrack, nor let my sword cast back that Drances''lie?
29358	And seest thou not how round about the peril gathered is?
29358	And shall I mine Æneas trust to lying breeze forsooth, 850 I, fool of peaceful heaven and sea so many times of old?"
29358	And shall I send thee unto deeds so perilous alone?
29358	And shall Æneas well assured stray every peril through?
29358	And where is he, thy master then, that God, That Eryx, told of oft in vain?
29358	And whither wend ye on your ways by road untried before?
29358	And wilt thou see the Tarquin kings and Brutus''lofty heart, And fasces brought aback again by his avenging part?
29358	And wouldst thou have me welter through such woeful tide of pain?
29358	And, witless, hear''st not Zephyr blow with gentle, happy wind?
29358	Answered her son, that swayeth still the stars that rule the earth:"O mother, whither call''st thou Fate?
29358	Are these Ulysses''shifts?
29358	Built I with hands, on Father- Gods with crying did I cry 680 To be away, a cruel heart, from thee laid down to die?
29358	But Palinure with scarce- raised eyes e''en such an answer gave:"To gentle countenance of sea and quiet of the wave Deem''st thou me dull?
29358	But ah, for death of such an one is Dian''s arrow due?"
29358	But doubtful, say ye, were the fate of battle?
29358	But if I would, who giveth leave, or takes on scornful keel 540 The hated thing?
29358	But these your ships, what counsel or what lack Hath borne them to Ausonian strand o''er all the blue sea''s back?
29358	But what shall be the end hereof?
29358	But whither waver I so oft?
29358	But who believed that Teucrian folk on any day might come Unto Hesperia''s shores?
29358	But who may hoodwink loving eyes?
29358	But whose will thee hath sent From high Olympus''house to bear such troubles, and so great?
29358	But ye, my chosen, who is dight with me to break the wall, That we upon their quaking camp with point and edge may fall?
29358	Deem ye that Danaan gifts May ever lack due share of guile?
29358	Deem ye the foe hath fared away?
29358	Deem''st thou dead ash or buried ghosts have heed of such- like things?
29358	Did I set weapons in his hand, breed lust to breed debate?
29358	Did I the Dardan lecher lead, who Sparta''s jewel reft?
29358	Do him Æneas, Hector gone, father and uncle, stir, To valour of the ancient days, and great hearts''glorious gain?''
29358	Doth Hector''s own Andromache yet serve in Pyrrhus''bed?''
29358	Fabii, where drive ye me outworn?
29358	Fabricius, poor and strong?
29358	Father Anchises seeth and saith:''New land, and bear''st thou war?
29358	Father, doth the counsel shift in thee?
29358	Feel''st not another might than man''s, and Heaven upon his part?
29358	For did he sigh the while I wept?
29358	For justice shall I praise thee most, or battle''s mastery?
29358	For what do I?
29358	From us, your friends, why must ye flee away?
29358	Had ye no might to wend as slaves?
29358	Hath any fortune worthy thee come back again at last?
29358	Hath he been vanquished unto tears, or pitied her that loved?
29358	He brake all right, slew Polydore, and all the gold he got Perforce: O thou gold- hunger cursed, and whither driv''st thou not The hearts of men?
29358	How many bodies of the slain laidst thou upon the field?
29358	How may I by early perils fare?
29358	How may I harden me''gainst this?
29358	If Carthage braveries And lovely look of Libyan walls hold fast thy Tyrian eyes, Why wilt thou grudge the Teucrian men Ausonian dwelling- place?
29358	If I am ready, Turnus dead, peace with these men to bind, Shall I not rather while thou liv''st cast all the war away?
29358	Is death, then, such a misery?
29358	Is it blind strayings o''er the sea that hither doth thee drive, Or bidding of the Gods?
29358	Is this the coming back again?
29358	Is this the good man''s guerdon then?
29358	Lo, here is Eryx''brother- land; Acestes is our host; 630 What banneth us to found our walls and lawful cities gain?
29358	My early glory.--Guest, to whom leav''st thou thy dying friend?
29358	Nay, where is gone thine hallowed faith, thy kinsomeness of yore?
29358	No less unto the wavy sea Menoetes, fearing hidden rocks, still turns away the bow: Gyas would shout him back again:"Menoetes, whither now?
29358	Now Nisus saith:"Doth very God so set the heart on fire, Euryalus, or doth each man make God of his desire?
29358	Now why the war that I forbade?
29358	O Father, hast thou nought of ruth of her, forsooth, and thee?
29358	O Father, is our dread of nothing worth When thou art thundering?
29358	O Jupiter, was this thy will, that nations doomed to live In peace hereafter, on that day in such a broil should strive?
29358	O children of Laomedon, the war then will ye gain?
29358	O evil Love, where wilt thou not drive on a mortal breast?
29358	O son, to me bringest thou back no more 490 Than this?
29358	Of ship- host burnt on Eryx shore why should I tell the tale?
29358	On whom of men, on whom of Gods, then laid I not the guilt?
29358	Or choose them sons- in- law, or brides from mothers''bosoms tear?
29358	Or doing what may I have might such toil to overbear?''
29358	Or great Alcides?
29358	Or house of Gracchus?
29358	Or of the king of wind and storm, or wild and windy crowd Æolia bred, or Iris sent adown the space of cloud?
29358	Or shall he cast himself amid the swords to die, And hasten down the way of wounds to lovely death anigh?
29358	Or thee, Serranus, casting seed adown the furrows long?
29358	Or what of Gods hath borne thee on unwitting to our shore?
29358	Or, holding peace within their hands, lade ships with weapon- gear?
29358	Our love, it hath not held thee back?
29358	Paphus thou hast, Idalium, and high Cythera fair, Then why with cities big with war and hearts of warriors deal?
29358	Phoebus''sister?
29358	Right to give Turnus-- but for thee how was Juturna strong?-- The sword he lost?
29358	Say, Muse, what God from Teucrian folk such sore destruction turned?
29358	Shall I bemocked my early lovers try, And go Numidian wedlock now on bended knee to buy: I, who so often scorned to take their bridal- bearing hands?
29358	Shall I give back, and shall this land see craven Turnus fled?
29358	Shall I see never more Xanthus or Simoïs, like the streams where Hector dwelt of yore?
29358	Shall fear forsooth forbid us rest in that Ausonian land?
29358	Shall keels of mortal fashioning gain immortality?
29358	Shall no walls more be called of Troy?
29358	Shall this be right?
29358	So much he spake, and went his way to meet the foeman''s shaft; But spake the other:"Bitter wretch, who took''st away my son, Why fright me now?
29358	So wretchedly I rush to arms with all intent to die; For what availeth wisdom now, what hope in fate may lie?
29358	The Fates forbid it me forsooth?
29358	The sackless Harpies will ye drive from their own land away?
29358	Thee, who hast wooed me for thy sire, my daughter for thy bride?
29358	Then Turnus answered, with his eyes fixed on the awful maid:"O glory of Italian land, how shall the thanks be paid Worthy thy part?
29358	Then brake the God on him:"Forsooth, tall Carthage wilt thou found, O lover, and a city fair raise up from out the ground?
29358	Then called the helmsman Palinure from lofty deck on high:"Ah, wherefore doth such cloud of storm gird all the heavens about?
29358	Then cries Iapis:"Loiter ye?
29358	Then fearfully Æneas stayed, and drank the tumult in:"O tell me, Maiden, what is there?
29358	Then spake Queen Juno, heavy wroth:"Why driv''st thou me to part My deep- set silence, and lay bare with words my grief of heart?
29358	Then spake the Father, overcome by Love that ne''er hath waned:"Why fish thy reasons from the deep?
29358	There in the open house they sit, and he himself begins:"O Dwellers in the House of Heaven, why backward thuswise wins Your purpose?
29358	They break in on me, and he their fellow is, Ulysses, preacher of all guilt.--O Gods, will ye not pay The Greeks for all?
29358	Thine hand that oft to Turnus''hand, thy kinsman, promise bore?
29358	Thy mastering will I know it holdeth good, O Jove the great!--was this the gift thou gav''st for maidenhood?
29358	To trust his walls and utmost point of war unto a boy?
29358	Unto whom giv''st thou Iulus''life, Thy father''s, yea and mine withal, that once was called thy wife?''
29358	Unto whom the Tuscan spake, when he Got sense again, and breathed the air, and o''er him heaven did see:"O bitter foe, why chidest thou?
29358	Was it thy very death I wrought?
29358	Was it to see thy brother''s end and most unhappy fate?
29358	Was there no dead man''s place for you on that Sigean plain?
29358	Was there no time for one last word amid my misery?
29358	We!--or the one who thwart the Greeks the wretched Trojans dashed?
29358	What God hath driven him to lie, what hardness of my might?
29358	What God sent you to Italy?
29358	What do I?
29358	What doth he?
29358	What earth hides thy body, mangled sore, And perished limbs?
29358	What end of toil then giv''st thou, King of heaven?
29358	What folk and from what home are ye?
29358	What force to dare, what stroke to snatch away The youth?
29358	What gift for Gods; what gin of war is he?''
29358	What hath fouled in such an evil wise Thy cheerful face?
29358	What hath yoked thy life to this wild shore?
29358	What heal is left in aught that may befall?
29358	What if a peace that shall endure, and wedlock surely bound, 99 We fashion?
29358	What images of sin?
29358	What joyful ages brought Thy days to birth?
29358	What madness changeth me?
29358	What man might hear it told Of Dolopes, or Myrmidons, or hard Ulysses''band, And keep the tears back?
29358	What men among men are ye then?
29358	What might have Trojan men to sin?
29358	What of the boy Ascanius?
29358	What one of all the Gods or men Æneas drave to go On warring ways, or bear himself as King Latinus''foe?
29358	What other walls, what other town have ye a hope to find?
29358	What praise of words is left to me to raise thee to the sky?
29358	What saw I bitterer to be borne in all the city spilt?
29358	What seek the souls, and why must some depart the river''s rim, While others with the sweep of oars the leaden waters skim?"
29358	What the wail yon city casts abroad?"
29358	What then is left of deed to do that yet I must abide?
29358	What then?
29358	What was the guilt of Lapithæ?
29358	What will ye, Father Neptune, now?"
29358	What winds, what fates gave thee the road to cross the ocean o''er?
29358	What, saw they not the war- walls of Troy- town, The fashioning of Neptune''s hand, amid the flame sink down?
29358	What, what will ye?"
29358	Whence this so sudden clear Of weather?
29358	Whence?
29358	Where hurrieth he?
29358	Where is the fierce heart?"
29358	Where shall I seek thee, gathering up that tangle of the ways 390 Through the blind wood?"
29358	Where shall I seek thee?
29358	Where shall I turn so left alone?
29358	Wherein hath Fortune worn thee so, That thou, midst sunless houses sad, confused lands, must go?"
29358	While I, who go forth Queen of Gods, the very Highest''s bride And sister, must I wage a war for all these many years With one lone race?
29358	Who drave away from Trojan keels so mighty great a flame?
29358	Who had the might to deal thee this?
29358	Who knoweth not Æneas''folk?
29358	Whom first, whom last, O bitter Maid, didst thou overthrow with spear?
29358	Whom fleest thou?
29358	Whom fleest thou?
29358	Whom unto thee when Troy yet was---- 340 The boy then, of his mother lost, hath he a thought of her?
29358	Why arm they not?
29358	Why bear our hands these useless spears, this steel not made for fight?
29358	Why bide I till Pygmalion comes to lay my walls alow, Till taken by Getulian kings, Iarbas''slave I go?
29358	Why doubt''st thou?
29358	Why fleest thou not in haste away, while haste is yet to win?
29358	Why gather not from all the town in chase?
29358	Why give me everlasting life, and death- doom take away?
29358	Why hide it now?
29358	Why kept I not the faith of old to my Sychæus sworn?"
29358	Why linger?
29358	Why quake our limbs, yea e''en before they feel the trumpet''s gale?
29358	Why ragest thou?
29358	Why tell those deaths unspeakable, and many a tyrant''s deed?
29358	Why was I not allowed to live without the bridal bed, 550 Sackless and free as beasts afield, with no woes wearièd?
29358	Why, with hearts unruled, raise ye the strife so sore?
29358	Wilt thou not first behold the place where worn by eld is he, Anchises, left?
29358	Wilt thou not see if yet thy wife abide Creusa, or Ascanius yet?
29358	Wilt thou not set thy speed aside, and''gainst me dare the fight On equal ground, and gird thyself for foot- fight face to face?
29358	With all the emptiness of hope his headlong heart he fed:"Where fleest thou, Æneas, then?
29358	Works Juno here, or Iris sent adown the cloudy way?
29358	Yea, and what brought it all about that thus in arms they clashed, 90 Europe and Asia?
29358	Yea, hast thou not within thy mind amidst whose bounds we are?
29358	Yea, or ye, twin thunderbolts of war, Ye Scipios, bane of Libyan land?
29358	ah me, where have I left thy face?
29358	and hast thou hoped with lies to cover o''er Such wickedness, and silently to get thee from my shore?
29358	and have I followed this o''er every land and sea?
29358	and is he gone?
29358	and is it peace or war?"
29358	and is thy Mars indeed A dweller in the windy tongue and feet well learned in speed, 390 The same today as yesterday?
29358	and shall I follow lone the joyous mariners?
29358	and why hath Fate held back your doom till now?
29358	and why with images and lies Dost thou beguile me?
29358	and with what word may he be bold to win Peace of the Queen all mad with love?
29358	by what craft shall I stay Thy light of life?
29358	com''st thou a messenger 310 Alive indeed?
29358	doth her own heart know the deed that all this wrath hath won?
29358	fellows, from the lofty ships come ye but even now?''
29358	forsooth What place, what land in all the earth but with our grief is stored?
29358	from what shore com''st thou then, Long- looked- for Hector?
29358	gave Troy so poor a flame To burn her men, that through the fire and through the swords ye came?
29358	hadst thou the heart to leave me lone and spent?
29358	hangs Turnus back again?
29358	hath any God the power such things to do?
29358	he cried,"what mighty grief stirs up the city so?
29358	his eyes-- what were they moved?
29358	hoping for what hope in Libya dost thou wear Thy days?
29358	how cast myself in such a monster''s way?
29358	is there left a soul that Juno fears Henceforth?
29358	is this the promised throne?"
29358	is this the triumph won?
29358	lack we aught in might or muster- roll 230 To match them?
29358	lives he and breathes he yet?
29358	might I see thee not on such a peril sent?
29358	must I wait till Turnus grows fain of the battle- play?
29358	no shame, no pity do they raise?"
29358	nor Dido doomed to die a bitter death?
29358	nor right hand given in faith Awhile agone?
29358	on every side they hedge the wall about Go we against them!--tarriest thou?
29358	or if from thee the holy light is fled, Where then is Hector?''
29358	or of nymphs whom shall I call thee now?
29358	or vanquished men, to give their might increase?
29358	or whither then is gone thy heed of me?
29358	or who might trow Cassandra then?
29358	or who would wish war against thee to hold, If only this may come to pass, and fate the deed may seal?
29358	or will one suppliant hand gifts on mine altar lay?"
29358	pass Cossus o''er?
29358	seaward then, or Troyward shall we fall?"
29358	tarrying for what hope among the enemy?
29358	that at last, so many died away, Such toil of city, toil of men, we see thy face today, We so forewearied?
29358	that men brake the plighted peace by theft?
29358	there breaks withal a voice from out her breast:''What, war to pay for slaughtered neat, war for our heifers slain?
29358	thy lordship and thy deeds hast thou forgotten quite?
29358	was it right that mortal wound a God''s own flesh should wrong?
29358	we it was who strove to wrack the fainting Trojan weal?
29358	what abyss of earth is deep enough to hide The wretched man?
29358	what country''s soil may bear Such savage ways?
29358	what crime wrought Calydon?
29358	what deed is left thine hand?
29358	what evil heart hast thou, With weapons thus to gird thyself, or whither wilt thou now?
29358	what folly shifts my mind?
29358	what hap hath caught thee up from such a man downcast?
29358	what is this that rolleth on, this misty, mirky ball?
29358	what madness hither sped?
29358	what man shall I come back again?
29358	what mean these hurts thou showest to mine eyes?''
29358	what mighty ones gave such an one today?
29358	what skills it man to trust in Gods compelled to good?
29358	what sloth is this delayeth so your ways?
29358	what stronghold keep we yet?''
29358	what wise shall he begin?
29358	what wouldst thou have them be?
29358	whence will he That we should seek us aid of toil; where turn to o''er the sea?
29358	where is thy fame sown broad Through all Trinacria, where the spoils hung up beneath thy roof?"
29358	where is thy trust in me, I prithee, O my God and Love?
29358	where to go?
29358	where wends our contest now?
29358	wherefore then is hand to hand not given And we to give and take in words that come from earth and heaven?"
29358	wherein our home set forth?
29358	whither?
29358	who driveth thee from these embraces fain?"
29358	who egged on these or those To fear or fight, or drave them on with edge of sword to close?
29358	who knoweth not Troy- town, The valour, and the men, and all the flame of such a war?
29358	why hold me back lest greater evil be?
29358	why leave thy plighted bride?
29358	why run ye not the ships down from their standing- place?
29358	why slayest thou with words?
29358	why this flight?
29358	why thus afoot, and why in weapons do ye wend, And whither go ye?"
29358	why tread I longer ways 480 Of speech, and stay the rising South with words that I would tell?''
29358	would''st have me trow in such a monster''s truth?
29358	Æneas calls me only of the peers?
29358	Æneas cried:"where hurriest thou again?
29358	Æneas wondered at the press, and moved thereby he spoke:"Say, Maid, what means this river- side, and gathering of the folk?
22456	How stands the state, O Panthus? 22456 ''Ah, whither hurriest thou?'' 22456 ''Goddess- born, canst thou sleep on in such danger? 22456 ''How, O Turnus, can thine own sister help thee now? 22456 ''If this,''cries Nisus,''is the reward of defeat, and thy pity is stirred for the fallen, what fit recompense wilt thou give to Nisus? 22456 ''Lingerest thou to vow and pray,''she cries,''Aeneas of Troy? 22456 ''Take you not shame to be again held leaguered in your ramparts, O Phrygians twice taken, and to make walls your fence from death? 22456 ''Was it this, mine own? 22456 ''Was life''s hold on me so sweet, O my son, that I let him I bore receive the hostile stroke in my room? 22456 ''What guerdon shall I deem may be given you, O men, what recompense for these noble deeds? 22456 ''What now shall good Aeneas give thee, what, O poor boy, for this thy praise, for guerdon of a nature so noble? 22456 ''What shapes of crime are here? 22456 ''What strange madness is this?'' 22456 ''What terror, what utter cowardice hath fallen on your spirits, O never to be stung to shame, O slack alway? 22456 ''What yet shall be the end, O wife? 22456 ''Whither wanderest thou away? 22456 ''Who will be with me, my men, to be first on the foe? 22456 --''O father, must we think that any souls travel hence into upper air, and return again to bodily fetters? 22456 Achates first accosts Aeneas:''Goddess- born, what purpose now rises in thy spirit? 22456 Aeneas rushes up, drawing his sword from the scabbard, and thus above him:''Where now is gallant Mezentius and all his fierce spirit?'' 22456 Ah me, was I cause of thy death? 22456 Ah, and who is he apart, marked out with sprays of olive, offering sacrifice? 22456 Alas, what can he do? 22456 Alas, what shall he do? 22456 Am I, thy father, saved by these wounds of thine, and living by thy death? 22456 And Mnestheus:''Whither next, whither press you in flight? 22456 And Turnus pursuing and aiming as he ran, thus upbraids him in triumph:''Didst thou hope, madman, thou mightest escape our hands?'' 22456 And do we yet hesitate to give valour scope in deeds, or shrink in fear from setting foot on Ausonian land? 22456 And he:''Why seek to frighten me, fierce man, now my son is gone? 22456 And how should they let me, if I would? 22456 And then? 22456 And unfold the truth to this my question: wherefore have they reared this vast size of horse? 22456 Are we eating our tables too?_ cries Iülus jesting, and stops. 22456 Are we going to meet them? 22456 Art thou that Aeneas whom Venus the bountiful bore to Dardanian Anchises by the wave of Phrygian Simoïs? 22456 As she saw him glittering in arms and idly exultant:''Why,''she cries,''wanderest thou away? 22456 Believe you the foe is gone? 22456 But Aeneas presses on, brandishing his vast tree- like spear, and fiercely speaks thus:''What more delay is there[ 889- 924]now? 22456 But good Aeneas, his head bared, kept stretching his unarmed hand and calling loudly to his men:''Whither run you? 22456 But if so many oracles guided them, given by god and ghost, why may aught now reverse thine ordinance or write destiny anew? 22456 But to thee how did winds, how fates give passage? 22456 But what shall be the end? 22456 But when I assail a third spearshaft with a stronger effort, pulling with knees pressed against the sand; shall I speak or be silent? 22456 But who hath bidden thee descend from heaven to bear this sore travail? 22456 But who was to believe that Teucrians should come to Hesperian shores? 22456 But who, I pray, are you, or from what coasts come, or whither hold you your way?'' 22456 But why, unhappy, do I delay the Trojan arms? 22456 But you, my chosen, who of you makes ready to breach their palisade at the sword''s point, and join my attack on their fluttered camp? 22456 But, I think, my deity lies at last outwearied, or my hatred sleeps and is satisfied? 22456 By what means may he essay entrance? 22456 Careless, O winds, of my deity, dare you confound sky and earth, and raise so huge a coil? 22456 Caïcus raises a cry from the mound in front:''What mass of misty gloom, O citizens, is rolling hitherward? 22456 Comest thou driven on ocean wanderings, or by promptings from heaven? 22456 Could I not have riven his body in sunder and strewn it on the waves? 22456 Could Pallas lay the Argive fleet in ashes, and sink the Argives in the sea, for one man''s guilt, mad Oïlean Ajax? 22456 Could they be ensnared when taken? 22456 Could they perish on the Sigean[ 295- 326]plains? 22456 Couldst thou, the latest solace of mine age, leave me alone so cruelly? 22456 Deemest thou the ashes care for that, or the ghost within the tomb? 22456 Did the fires of Troy consume her people? 22456 Did these very hands build it, did my voice call on our father''s gods, that with thee lying thus I should be away as one without pity? 22456 Did we urge him to quit the camp or entrust his life to the winds? 22456 Didst thou disdain a sister''s company in death? 22456 Dost thou, Hector''s Andromache, keep bonds of marriage with Pyrrhus?
22456	Even so she begins, and thus revolves with her heart alone:''See, what do I?
22456	Fliest thou from me?
22456	Fliest thou not hence headlong, while headlong flight is yet possible?
22456	For what do I wait?
22456	For what further outrage do I wait?
22456	For what had counsel or chance yet to give?
22456	For why do I conceal it?
22456	From whom fliest thou?
22456	From whom fliest thou?
22456	Go,"he continues,"happy in thy son''s affection: why do I run on further, and delay the rising winds in talk?"
22456	Hath any man or god constrained Aeneas to court war or make armed attack on King Latinus?
22456	Hath he broken into tears, or had pity on his lover?
22456	Have you no pity, no shame, cowards, for your unhappy country, for your ancient gods, for great Aeneas?''
22456	He stopped and cried weeping,''What land is left, Achates, what tract on earth that is not full of our agony?
22456	He yonder, seest thou?
22456	Here are our brother Eryx''borders, and Acestes''welcome: who denies us to cast up walls and give our citizens a city?
22456	How leavest thou me to die, O my guest?
22456	How shall I begin my desolate moan?
22456	How shall I trust Aeneas to deceitful breezes, and the placid treachery of sky that hath so often deceived me?''
22456	I forbade Italy to join battle with the Teucrians; why this quarrel in face of my injunction?
22456	If such glories kindle him in nowise, and he take no trouble for his own honour, does a father grudge his Ascanius the towers of Rome?
22456	If thy Phoenician eyes are stayed on Carthage towers and thy Libyan city, what wrong is it, I pray, that we Trojans find our rest on Ausonian land?
22456	Is Death all so bitter?
22456	Is anger so fierce in celestial spirits?
22456	Is it granted, O my son, to gaze on thy face and hear and answer in familiar tones?
22456	Is it not thus the Phrygian herdsman wound his way to Lacedaemon, and carried Leda''s Helen to the Trojan towns?
22456	Is it peace or arms you carry hither?''
22456	Is it thus thou dost restore our throne?''
22456	Is it we who would overthrow the tottering state of Phrygia?
22456	Is this all of what thou wert that returns to me, O my son?
22456	Is this his repayment for my maidenhood?
22456	Is this the reward of goodness?
22456	Knowest thou not the strength is another''s and the gods are changed?
22456	Let us exchange shields, and accoutre ourselves in Grecian suits; whether craft or courage, who will ask of an enemy?
22456	Lo, the deep shuts us in with vast sea barrier; even now land fails our flight; shall we make ocean or Troy our goal?''
22456	Long they ran on in mutual change of talk; of what lifeless comrade spoke the soothsayer, of what body for burial?
22456	Markest thou what sentry is seated in[ 575- 609]the doorway?
22456	May hulls have the right of immortality that were fashioned by mortal hand?
22456	Moved with marvel at the confused throng:''Say, O maiden,''cries Aeneas,''what means this flocking to the river?
22456	Must I wait forsooth till Turnus please to stoop to combat, and choose again to face his conqueror?
22456	Nisus cries:''Lend the gods this fervour to the soul, Euryalus?
22456	Now so many woes are spent, and the same fortune still pursues them; Lord and King, what limit dost thou set to their agony?
22456	O citizens?
22456	Or will you even find rest here with me and share my kingdom?
22456	Our love holds thee not, nor the hand thou once gavest, nor the bitter death that is left for Dido''s portion?
22456	Palinurus, master of the fleet, cries from the high stern:''Alas, why have these heavy storm- clouds girt the sky?
22456	Paphos is thine and Idalium, thine high Cythera; why meddlest thou with fierce spirits and a city big with war?
22456	Plead you for peace to the lifeless bodies that the battle- lot hath slain?
22456	See, is this his promise- keeping?''
22456	Seest thou how the twin plumes straighten on his crest, and his father''s own emblazonment already marks him for upper air?
22456	Shall I again make trial of mine old wooers that will scorn me?
22456	Shall I have faith in this perilous thing?
22456	Shall I look again on the camp or walls of Laurentum?
22456	Shall I make mention of the realm of Neoptolemus, and Idomeneus''household gods overthrown?
22456	Shall my hand not refute Drances''jeers?
22456	Shall she see her spousal and her home, her parents and children, attended by a crowd of Trojan women and Phrygians to serve her?
22456	Shall she verily see Sparta and her native Mycenae unscathed, and depart a queen and triumphant?
22456	Shall thy righteousness first wake my wonder, or thy toils in war?
22456	Shalt thou die, and by Diana''s weapons?''
22456	Shalt thou without burial behold the Stygian waters and the awful river of the Furies?
22456	She swoons away, and hardly at last speaks after long interval:"Comest thou then a real face, a real messenger to me, goddess- born?
22456	Straightway[ 265- 299]he breaks in:''Layest thou now the foundations of tall Carthage, and buildest up a fair city in dalliance?
22456	The destruction of their households, this was the one thing yet lacking; shall I suffer it?
22456	Then Queen Juno, swift and passionate:''Why forcest thou me to break long silence and proclaim my hidden pain?
22456	Then her lord speaks, enchained by Love the immortal:''Why these far- fetched pleas?
22456	Then indeed Turnus, when he believed Aeneas turned and fled from him, and his spirit madly drank in the illusive hope:''Whither fliest thou, Aeneas?
22456	Then shall I follow the Ilian fleets and the uttermost bidding of the Teucrians?
22456	Then she thus addressed me, and with this speech allayed my distresses:"What help is there in this mad passion of grief, sweet my husband?
22456	Then she thus[ 228- 261]accosts her amazed lord:''Wakest thou, seed of gods, Aeneas?
22456	Thereto the Tyrrhenian, as he came to himself and gazing up drank the air of heaven:''Bitter foe, why these taunts and menaces of death?
22456	This only was left in his strait, to kindle them to valour, now by entreaties, now by taunts:''Whither flee you, comrades?
22456	This thou didst promise: why, O father, is thy decree reversed?
22456	Thoughtest thou my feet, O father, could retire and abandon thee?
22456	Thus Phoebus; and mingled outcries of great gladness uprose; all ask, what is that city?
22456	Thus at last she opens out upon Aeneas:''And thou didst hope, traitor, to mask the crime, and slip away in silence from my land?
22456	Thus he ended, and the soothsayer thus began:''Whence, O Palinurus, this fierce longing of thine?
22456	To this Turnus, with eyes fixed on the terrible maiden:''O maiden flower of Italy, how may I essay to express, how to prove my gratitude?
22456	To what god is power so great given?
22456	To what is little Iülus and thy father, to what am I left who once was called thy wife?"
22456	To whom Juno beseechingly:''Why, fair my lord, vexest thou one sick at heart and trembling at thy bitter words?
22456	To whom Palinurus, scarcely lifting his eyes, returns:''Wouldst thou have me ignorant what the calm face of the brine means, and the waves at rest?
22456	Troy blazed in fire?
22456	Was it in my guidance the[ 92- 125]adulterous Dardanian broke into Sparta?
22456	Was it this thy pyre, ah me, this thine altar fires meant?
22456	Was it well that a deity should be sullied by a mortal''s wound?
22456	Was it well, O God, that nations destined to everlasting peace should clash in so vast a shock?
22456	Was my summons a snare?
22456	Were it not better to have[ 59- 91]clung to the last ashes of their country, and the ground where once was Troy?
22456	What art of mine can lengthen out thy day?
22456	What do I talk?
22456	What do I?
22456	What god, O Muses, guarded the Trojans from the rage of the fire?
22456	What god, what madness, hath driven you to Italy?
22456	What god, what potent cruelty of ours, hath driven him on his hurt?
22456	What guest unknown is this who hath entered our dwelling?
22456	What happy ages bore thee?
22456	What hath availed me Syrtes or Scylla, what desolate Charybdis?
22456	What indignity hath marred thy serene visage?
22456	What is this strife that so spreads and swells?
22456	What is your kin, whence your habitation?
22456	What man or god did I spare in frantic reproaches?
22456	What of that array of men who followed me to arms?
22456	What race of men, what land how barbarous soever, allows such a custom for its own?
22456	What shall he do?
22456	What terror hath bidden one or another run after arms and tempt the sword?
22456	What then were thy thoughts, O Dido, as thou sawest it?
22456	Whence is this sudden sheen of weather?
22456	Where is Juno in this, or Iris sped down the clouds?
22456	Where is thy plighted faith?
22456	Where now prithee is divine Eryx, thy master of fruitless fame?
22456	Where thine ancient care for thy people, and the hand Turnus thy kinsman hath so often clasped?
22456	Where, where shall I begin?
22456	Whither am I borne?
22456	Whither does he run?
22456	Whither shall I follow?
22456	Whither whirl you me all breathless, O Fabii?
22456	Whither, O goddess, is thy trust in me gone?
22456	Who can be ignorant of the race of Aeneas''people, who of Troy town and her men and deeds, or of the great war''s consuming fire?
22456	Who may unfold in speech that night''s horror and death- agony, or measure its woes in weeping?
22456	Who might leave thee, lordly Cato, or thee, Cossus, to silence?
22456	Whom first, whom last, fierce maiden, does thy dart strike down?
22456	Whom follow[ 88- 121]we?
22456	Why again and again hurlest thou these unhappy citizens on peril so evident, O source and spring of Latium''s woes?
22456	Why do I linger?
22456	Why does a shudder seize our limbs before the trumpet sound?
22456	Why fall I away again and again?
22456	Why hesitate?
22456	Why is it forbidden to clasp hand in hand, to hear and utter true speech?''
22456	Why linger?
22456	Why mockest thou thy son so often in feigned likeness?
22456	Why ravest thou?
22456	Why should I recall the fleets burned on the coast of Eryx?
22456	Why should I relate the horrible murders, the savage deeds of the monarch?
22456	Why speak of the war gathering from Tyre, and thy brother''s menaces?
22456	Why tell of the Lapithae, of Ixion and Pirithoüs?
22456	Why wear we steel?
22456	Why, were thy quest not of alien fields and unknown dwellings, did thine ancient Troy remain, should Troy be sought in voyages over tossing seas?
22456	Will they not issue in armed pursuit from all the city, and some launch ships from the dockyards?
22456	Will thy bravery ever be in that windy tongue and those timorous feet of thine?
22456	Wilt thou never then let our leaguer be raised?
22456	Wilt thou see also the Tarquin kings, and the haughty soul of Brutus the Avenger, and the fasces regained?
22456	With what device or in what hope hangest thou chill in cloudland?
22456	Yet hath the child affection for his lost mother?
22456	[ 369- 400]Hath our weeping cost him a sigh, or a lowered glance?
22456	[ 93- 126]Thus her son in answer, who wheels the starry worlds:''O mother, whither callest thou fate?
22456	after such an husband, what fate receives thy fall?
22456	ah hapless race, for what destruction does Fortune hold thee back?
22456	and Fabricius potent in poverty, or[ 844- 875]thee, Serranus, sowing in the furrow?
22456	and Priam have fallen under the sword?
22456	and because fate forbids me?
22456	and fell so unnatural words from a parent''s lips?
22456	and hast thou no compassion on[ 361- 392]thy daughter and on thyself?
22456	and may Aeneas traverse perils secure in insecurity?
22456	and slain with the sword his comrades and his dear Ascanius, and served him for the banquet at his father''s table?
22456	and stoop to sue for a Numidian marriage among those whom already over and over I have disdained for husbands?
22456	are we unequal in numbers or bravery?
22456	art thou ignorant, ah me, even in ruin, and knowest not yet the forsworn race of Laomedon?
22456	because it is good to think they were once raised up by my[ 539- 570]succour, or the grace of mine old kindness is fresh in their remembrance?
22456	by what passage hurl the imprisoned Trojans from the rampart and fling them on the plain?
22456	can I contend with this ominous thing?
22456	cries Aeneas;''whither so fast away?
22456	declare, O maiden; or what the punishment that pursues them, and all this upsurging wail?''
22456	for what are these idle weapons in our hands?
22456	for what do I, or what fortune yet gives promise of safety?
22456	from beneath the mound is heard a pitiable moan, and a voice is uttered to my ears:"Woe''s me, why rendest thou me, Aeneas?
22456	from what borders comest thou, Hector our desire?
22456	he cried,"what land now, what seas may receive me?
22456	how his Trojans?
22456	how long is it seemly to keep me?
22456	how may vows or shrines help her madness?
22456	how venture to smooth the tale to the frenzied queen?
22456	how, that they choose their brides and tear plighted bosom from bosom?
22456	if I am ready to take them into alliance after Turnus''destruction, why do I not rather bar the strife while he lives?
22456	is he roused to the valour of old and the spirit of manhood by his father Aeneas, by his uncle Hector?"
22456	is it this I have followed by land and sea?
22456	is it thus we know Ulysses?
22456	is this my strong assurance?
22456	lingerest thou?
22456	livest thou?
22456	lord Neptune, what wilt thou?''
22456	no compassion on her mother, whom with the first northern wind the treacherous rover will abandon, steering to sea with his maiden prize?
22456	nor does it cross thy mind whose are these fields about thy dwelling?
22456	nor hearest the breezes blowing fair?
22456	nor when sent into such danger was one last word of thee allowed thine unhappy mother?
22456	of what are the souls so fain?
22456	on what ground have I left thee?
22456	or did I send the shafts of passion that kindled war?
22456	or do we shudder vainly when our father hurls the thunderbolt, and do blind fires in the clouds and idle rumblings appal our soul?
22456	or does fatal passion become a proper god to each?
22456	or he who brought the Achaeans down on the hapless Trojans?
22456	or how may earth ever yawn for me deep enough?
22456	or if sweet light is fled, ah, where is Hector?"
22456	or in what guidance may I overcome these sore labours?"
22456	or of the Locrians who dwell on the Libyan beach?
22456	or plunge forth girt with all my Tyrian train?
22456	or shall he rush on his doom amid their swords, and find in their wounds a speedy and glorious death?
22456	or take the odious woman on their haughty ships?
22456	or that the lost sword-- for what without thee could Juturna avail?--should be restored to Turnus and swell the force of the vanquished?
22456	or think you any Grecian gift is free of treachery?
22456	or what crueller sight met me in our city''s overthrow?
22456	or what difference makes these retire from the banks, those go with sweeping oars over the leaden waterways?''
22456	or what dost thou seek for these of thine?
22456	or what fortune keeps thee from rest, that thou shouldst draw nigh these sad sunless dwellings, this disordered land?''
22456	or what is the last doom that yet awaits my misery?
22456	or what is this cry that fleets so loud from the distant town?''
22456	or what land now holds thy mangled corpse, thy body torn limb from limb?
22456	or what more is there if I break not under this?
22456	or what their aim?
22456	or what worthier fortune revisits thee?
22456	or where am I?
22456	or where shall I follow, again unwinding all the entanglement of the treacherous woodland way?''
22456	or whither do you steer?
22456	or whither dost thou bid us go, where fix our seat?
22456	or whither dost thou run?
22456	or whither hold you your way?''
22456	or whither is thy care for us fled?
22456	or who withholds thee from our embrace?''
22456	or whom might Cassandra then move by prophecy?
22456	or whose divinity landed thee all unwitting on our coasts?
22456	or why all this contest now?
22456	or why discern I these wounds?"
22456	or why, Turnus, dost thou yet shrink away?
22456	others plunder and harry the burning citadel; are you but now on your march from the tall ships?"
22456	shall I accompany the triumphant sailors, a lonely fugitive?
22456	shall I nowhere see a Xanthus and a Simoïs, the rivers of Hector?
22456	shall I send thee alone into so great perils?
22456	shall I turn my back, and this land see Turnus a fugitive?
22456	shall an alien make mock of our realm?
22456	shall there never be a Trojan town to tell of?
22456	shall we set one life in the breach for so many such as these?
22456	she cries,''shall he go?
22456	sister of Phoebus perchance, or one of the nymphs''blood?
22456	so hardly severed from Sidon city, shall I again drive them seaward, and bid them spread their sails to the tempest?
22456	son, or other of his children''s princely race?
22456	that Trojans subjugate and plunder fields not their own?
22456	that their gestures plead for peace, and their ships are lined with arms?
22456	the shore of Dardania so often soaked with blood?
22456	thou wilt see thy son cruelly slain; is this our triumphal return awaited?
22456	till Pygmalion overthrow his sister''s city, or Gaetulian Iarbas lead me to captivity?
22456	to give the issue of war and the charge of his ramparts to a child?
22456	to stir the loyalty of Tyrrhenia or throw peaceful nations into tumult?
22456	was it that thou mightest see thy hapless brother cruelly slain?
22456	we?
22456	what agony shakes the city?
22456	what flight is this, or in what guise do I return?
22456	what good is his gift of life for ever?
22456	what height of madness hath seized thy mind?
22456	what mad change is on my purpose?
22456	what madness bends my purpose?
22456	what mighty parents gave thy virtue birth?
22456	what of the boy Ascanius?
22456	what other walls, what farther city have you yet?
22456	what prologue shall he find?
22456	what propitiation, or what engine of war is this?"
22456	what remains at the last?
22456	what shape guards the threshold?
22456	what stronghold are we to occupy?"
22456	what the cause or whereof the need that hath borne you over all these blue waterways to the Ausonian shore?
22456	what violence lands thee on this monstrous coast?
22456	whence came I?
22456	where thy renown over all Sicily, and those spoils hanging in thine house?''
22456	whether, torn by fate from her unhappy husband, she stood still, or did she mistake the way, or sink down outwearied?
22456	whither calls Phoebus our wandering, and bids us return?
22456	who is claimed of Apollo?
22456	who is their counsellor?
22456	who made Europe and Asia bristle up in arms, and whose theft shattered the alliance?
22456	who repelled the fierce flame from their ships?
22456	who the Gracchan family, or these two sons of the Scipios, a double thunderbolt of war, Libya''s bale?
22456	who was allowed to use thee thus?
22456	whom did I fear[ 604- 635]with my death upon me?
22456	why have I forfeited a mortal''s lot?
22456	why on the march, or how are you in arms?
22456	why stand you?''
22456	why the king of storms, and the raging winds roused from Aeolia, or Iris driven down the clouds?
22456	why this their strange sad longing for the light?''
22456	will aught of mine be sweet to me without thee, my brother?
22456	with what device or in what hope loiters he among a hostile race, and casts not a glance on his Ausonian children and the fields of Lavinium?
22456	with what force, what arms dare his rescue?
18466	''And point to far Italia,--One alone, Celaeno, sings of famine foul and dread, A nameless prodigy, a plague unknown,-- What perils first to shun? 18466 ''E''en on his threshold, when the adulterer lay In wait for Asia''s conqueror?
18466	''Real, then, real is thy face, and true Thy tidings? 18466 ''Still grieves he for his mother?
18466	''What boots this idle passion? 18466 ''What,_ I_ to leave thee helpless, and to flee?
18466	''Wilt thou not see, if yet thy sire survive, Worn out with age, amid the war''s alarms? 18466 Ah, whither,"cried AEneas,"wilt thou fly?
18466	And harass peaceful nations? 18466 And rob their maidens of the love they vow, And lift, and burn and ravage as they list, Then plead for peace, with arms upon the prow?
18466	Art thou, then, come at last? 18466 Ay, who had won, had Chance not interfered, And baffled me, like Salius?
18466	But see, who, crowned with olive wreath, doth bring The sacred vessels? 18466 Cowards, why faint ye, Tuscans but in name?
18466	Dear son, was life so tempting to the sire, To let thee face the foemen in my room, Whom I begot? 18466 Entellus, once our bravest, but in vain, Can''st_ thou_ sit tamely, with the field unfought, And see this braggart glory in his gain?
18466	Fool,he cries,"Why rush to death, and dare a deed too great?
18466	Gallants,he hails them from a mound afar,"What drove you hither by strange ways to steer?
18466	Great Sire, was I so guilty in thy sight, To make thee deem such punishment my due? 18466 Heaven''s great inhabitants, what change hath brewed Rebellious thoughts, my purpose thus to mar?
18466	I beaten? 18466 If thee, Tyre- born, a Libyan town detain, What grudge to Troy Ausonia''s land denies?
18466	Me, me would Nisus from such deeds debar? 18466 O Iris, Heaven''s fair glory, who hath sent Thee hither?
18466	O Turnus, cause of all our ills to- day, Why make the land these miseries endure? 18466 O maid,"he asks,"what crimes are theirs?
18466	Oh, who hath tears to match our grief withal? 18466 Shalt thou, great Cato, unextolled remain?
18466	Shalt_ thou_ go hence, and with the loved one''s spoils? 18466 Shame, will ye risk, Rutulians, for his host The life of one?
18466	Son of a goddess, if none risks the fray, How long shall Dares guerdonless remain? 18466 Straight rose a joyous uproar; each in turn Ask what the walls that Phoebus hath designed?
18466	Think''st thou the Stygian waters to explore Unburied, and the Furies''flood to see, And reach unbidden yon relentless shore? 18466 Thou-- is it thou, Euryalus, my own?
18466	To die-- and unavenged? 18466 Was I the robber, who the war begun, Whose theft in arms two continents arrayed, When Europe clashed with Asia?
18466	What am I doing? 18466 What can I do?
18466	What dreams, dear Anna, fill me with alarms; What stranger guest is this? 18466 What first?
18466	What gifts can match such valour? 18466 What madness this, poor women?"
18466	What mischief, Latins, hath your minds misled, To shun our friendship in the hour of need, And rush to arms? 18466 What pride of birth possessed you, Earth and air Without my leave to mingle in affray, And raise such hubbub in my realm?
18466	What, fly alone, and join their shouting crew? 18466 What, shall I see our houses wrapt in flame,-- Last wrong of all-- and coward- like, stand by, Nor make this arm put Drances''taunts to shame?
18466	What, then,she sadly ponders,"shall I do?
18466	What, thou-- wilt thou build Carthage?
18466	Where shall I follow thee? 18466 Whither from thy course so wide?
18466	Who knows not Troy, th''AEneian house of fame, The deeds and doers, and the war''s renown That fired the world? 18466 Whom then did I upbraid not, wild with woe, Of gods or men?
18466	Why fail we on the threshold, faint with fears, And sick knees tremble ere the trumpets bray? 18466 Why now those ancient Lapithae recall, Ixion and Pirithous?
18466	Why stay''st thou, Turnus? 18466 Would''st thou behold the Tarquins?
18466	Wretch,cries Mezentius,"having robbed my son, Why scare me now?
18466	_ Me_ dost thou fly? 18466 _ This_ for my robbed virginity?
18466	''Panthus,''I cry,''how fares the fight?
18466	Again Laurentum''s city shall I view?
18466	Ah, why Did immortality the Sire bestow, And grudge a mortal''s privilege-- to die?
18466	Ah, why So cruel?
18466	Am I to send thee singly to thy fate?
18466	And bring ye peace or war?"
18466	And doubt we then to celebrate so far Our prowess, and shall fear Ausonian fields debar?
18466	And if thy wife Creusa be alive, And young Ascanius?
18466	And is it then so terrible to die?
18466	And shall AEneas sail the uncertain main, Himself of safety certain, and his band?
18466	And unoffending Harpies would ye chase Forth from their old, hereditary reign?
18466	And whither art thou hurrying?
18466	Art thou, then, that AEneas, whom of yore Venus on Simois''banks to old Anchises bore?
18466	Awe- struck, AEneas would the cause enquire: What streams are yonder?
18466	But Dido-- who can cheat a lover''s care?
18466	But I, who walk the Queen of Heaven confessed, Jove''s sister- spouse, shall I forevermore With one poor tribe keep warring without rest?
18466	But enough, ye say, Once to have fallen?
18466	But thou, make answer, and in turn explain What brought thee, living, to these realms of shade?
18466	But what power on high Hath willed thee, sent from the Olympian reign, Such toils to suffer, and such tasks to try?
18466	But who are ye, pray answer?
18466	But why the tale prolong?
18466	But ye, my chosen, who with me will scale Yon wall, and storm their trembling camp?
18466	By force of arms how dare His friend to rescue?
18466	By heaven''s command, or wandering o''er the main, Com''st thou to view these shores, this sunless, sad domain?"
18466	By the tempest tost, or blown At random, needful of what help and how Came ye to Latin shores the dark- blue deep to plough?
18466	C."Is yours no pity, sluggard souls?
18466	Cam''st thou, forsooth, to see thy wretched brother die?
18466	Can I dare To face this fiend?
18466	Can neither love, nor this my plighted hand, Nor dying Dido keep thee?
18466	Cossus?
18466	Could Pallas burn the Grecian fleet, and drown Their crews, for one man''s crime, Oileus''frenzied son?
18466	Could e''er A parent speak of such a crime to me?
18466	Could''st thou leave me here alone, Nor let thy mother bid a last good- bye?
18466	Did I with lust the fatal strife sustain, And fan the feud, and lend the Dardans aid?
18466	Did ever God such privilege attain?
18466	Did ever crime of theirs the Dardans''meed require?
18466	Do I care?
18466	Dost thou thy faith remove, And cease to trust in Vulcan?
18466	Dotard, why delay?
18466	Doth the name Of sire or uncle make his young heart glow For deeds of valour and ancestral fame?''
18466	Dream they here To find such Danaan striplings, weak as they Whom Hector baffled till the tenth long year?
18466	Dreams he in his pride To end the war, and drive us from the land?
18466	Feel''st not that more than mortal is his aid?
18466	For me this fraud?
18466	For this did I prepare That pyre, those flames and altars?
18466	Forth springs AEneas, glorying in his prize, And plucks the glittering falchion from his thigh,"Where now is fierce Mezentius?
18466	From the stern loud cries The pilot Palinurus:"Whence and why This cloudy rack that gathers o''er the skies?
18466	Grant that I wished it, of these lordings who Would take me, humbled and a thing of scorn?
18466	Grant that it had been, whom should Dido dread, What fear had death for me, self- destined to be dead?
18466	Has filial love, Thrice welcome, braved the perils of the way?
18466	Hath he taught Thine arm its vaunted cleverness for naught?
18466	Have foes and fire found passage for the slain?
18466	Have the sword And flames of Troy avenged me but in vain?
18466	He, an alien, flout my sway?
18466	Hector''s Andromache, art thou the mate Of Pyrrhus?''
18466	Hermes cried,"And stay to beautify thy lady''s town, And dote on Tyrian realms, and disregard thine own?
18466	His son?
18466	How tost with perils do I greet thee?
18466	I leave thee, cheated of my care, to fall, The daughter''s lover, and the father''s friend?
18466	I the one, Who led the Dardan leman on his raid, To storm the chamber of the Spartan maid?
18466	If dead, then where is Hector?''
18466	If, maugre Turnus slain, I deign to welcome as a friend his foe, Why not, while Turnus lives, the needless strife forego?
18466	Immortal I?
18466	In number, strength and show Do we not match them?
18466	Is Dido blind, if Trojans are untrue?
18466	Is theirs no rest from leaguer-- not a day?
18466	Is this the triumph?
18466	Is this then all of what was once my child?
18466	Is thy sacred faith forsworn?
18466	Jove, shall he escape me?
18466	Know''st thou not yet, O lost one and forlorn, Troy''s perjured race still shows Laomedon forsworn?
18466	Let the bark break, with such a haven here What harm, if once upon the shore we stand?"
18466	Liv''st thou, child of heavenly seed?
18466	Loudly he shrills in anger to his train,"Who first with me will at the foemen-- who?
18466	Moved he those eyes?
18466	Must Cynthia waste her shafts on worthless knaves like thee?"
18466	Must I wait all day?
18466	Must captives be twice captured?
18466	Must thou fly, When North- winds howl, and wintry waves are high?
18466	Must we, poor souls, that Turnus may obtain A royal bride, like carrion strew the plain, Unwept, unburied?
18466	Near lay the rock, the goal was close in sight, When Gyas, first o''er half a length of tide Shouts to his helmsman:"Whither to the right?
18466	Nor care sweet sons, fair Venus''gifts to know?
18466	O say, What manner of mankind is here?
18466	O tell How can in heavenly minds such fierce resentment dwell?
18466	O when, great Monarch, shall their toil be o''er?
18466	O, what madness turns my brain?
18466	O, whither wilt thou go?
18466	Of Locrians, cast upon the Libyan plain?
18466	Of what avail are temples, vows, and prayers, To quell a raging passion?
18466	Once more Anchises bids us cross the main And seek Ortygia, and the god constrain By prayer to pardon and advise, what end Of evils to expect?
18466	Or give-- for thine was all Juturna''s might-- Lost Turnus back his sword, and renovate the fight?
18466	Or launch, and chase them with my Tyrian train Scarce torn from Tyre?
18466	Or make we gods of but a wild desire?
18466	Or poor Idomeneus, expelled his state?
18466	Or thee, Serranus, scattering the seed?
18466	Ours shalt thou be; but mark, and tell me now, What means this monster, for what use designed?
18466	Peace ask ye for the dead, The War- God''s prey, whom folly doomed to bleed?
18466	Pensive he stood, and with a rising tear,"What lands, Achates, on the earth, but know Our labours?
18466	Poor Dido, hath thy folly found its prey?
18466	Reared I this pyre, did I the gods invoke To leave thee thus companionless, to die?
18466	Saw they not Troy, which Neptune reared of old, Sink down in ruin, as the flames uprolled?
18466	Say whither wending?
18466	Say, what bitter grief doth move Thy soul to rage untamed?
18466	Seaward or Troyward-- whither shall we flee?"
18466	See''st thou what sentinel Sits in the porch?
18466	Shall Turnus run, and Latins see him fly?
18466	Shall he face them there, And rush upon the foemen''s swords, to die, And welcome wounds that win a death so fair?
18466	Shall he mock My queenship?
18466	Shall the Trojans claim The realm, and bastards dare the Latin race to shame?
18466	Shall this be, And Troy have blazed and Priam''s self been slain, And Trojan blood so oft have soaked the Dardan plain?
18466	Shall vessels, fashioned by a mortal hand, The gift of immortality command?
18466	Shalt thou, my son, expire, And I live on, my darling in the tomb, Saved by thy wounds, and living by thy doom?
18466	Shrill and loud"Stand, who are ye in armour dight, and why?
18466	So madly long they for the light?"
18466	So swar''st thou; Father, say, why changed is thy decree?
18466	Some sign Vouchsafe us, whom to follow?
18466	Some warlike engine?
18466	Still dwells thy War- God in a windy tongue, And flying feet, and knees all feeble and unstrung?
18466	Such floods of passion can thy breast contain?
18466	Take we the Danaans''bucklers; with a foe Who asks, if craft or courage guide the blow?
18466	Tell me, why With ghastly wounds do I behold thee scarred?''
18466	Then Jove, as from a saffron cloud above Looked Juno, pleased the doubtful strife to view,"When shall this end, sweet partner of my love?
18466	Then Juno meekly:"Dearest, why delight With cruel words to vex me, sad with fear And sick at heart?
18466	Then Mnestheus cries:"Friends, whither would ye flee?
18466	Then Nisus:"Is it that the Gods inspire, Euryalus, this fever of the breast?
18466	Then She with tears:"What if thy heart should give The pledge and promise, that thy lips disdain, And Turnus by thy warrant still should live?
18466	Then Turnus, glorying in his fancied prize,"Where now, AEneas, from thy plighted bride?
18466	Then Vulcan, mastered by immortal love, Answers his spouse,"Why, Goddess mine, invent Such far- fetched pleas?
18466	Then brave Caicus from a bastion cried,"What dark mass, rolling towards us, have we here?
18466	Then first with eager joy"O Goddess- born,"the bold Achates cries,"How now-- what purpose doth thy mind devise?
18466	Then he in scorn:"Yea, Tiber''s waves beset With foreign ships-- I know it; wherefore feign For me such terrors?
18466	Then spake AEneas, for with strange dismay He viewed the tumult,"Prithee, maiden, say What means this thronging to the river- side?
18466	Then spake her son, who wields the starry sphere,"Mother, what would''st thou of the Fates demand?
18466	Then, roused with rage, spake Juno:"Wherefore make My lips break silence and lay bare my woe?
18466	Then,"Watchest thou, AEneas, child divine?
18466	Think''st thou such grief concerns the shades below?
18466	This the end?
18466	This the return?
18466	Thou, the late solace of my age?
18466	Thus, thus dost thou thy plighted word regard, Our sceptred realms restore, our piety reward?"
18466	Thy corpse defiled, Thy mangled limbs-- where are they?
18466	Thy sceptre to a Dardan guest transferred?
18466	To us what booteth thy Trinacrian name, Thy spoil- hung house, thy roof with prizes fraught?"
18466	Unarmed, AEneas, with uncovered brow, Stretched out his hands, and shouted to his train:"Where rush ye, men?
18466	V. Then Anna:"Sister, dearer than the day, Why thus in loneliness and endless woe Wilt thou for ever wear thy youth away?
18466	War do ye bring, our cattle stol''n and slain?
18466	Was it for this I roamed the land and sea?
18466	Was it right A god with mortal weapons to pursue?
18466	What God or man AEneas forced to take The sword, and make the Latin King his foe?
18466	What God, what madness blinded you, that e''er Ye thought to venture to Italia''s land?
18466	What Myrmidon, or who Of stern Ulysses''warriors can withhold His tears, to tell such things, as thou would''st have re- told?
18466	What art thou seeking for these Teucrians here?
18466	What care Or craft thy days can lengthen?
18466	What clue Shall trace the mazes of this silvan snare, The tangled path unravelling?"
18466	What end of standing?
18466	What fate hereafter shall our steps attend?
18466	What fear hath stirred them to provoke the war?
18466	What flight Is this?
18466	What godlike parents bore a child so bright?
18466	What happy ages did thy birth delight?
18466	What hinders for the homeless here to gain A home-- an Ilion for the one we lost?
18466	What is AEneas''ignorance to me?
18466	What joy hath aught beside, Thou, Turnus, dead?
18466	What land Is this, to treat us in this barbarous way?
18466	What make ye there?"
18466	What more?
18466	What most-- thy deeds or justice-- shall I prize?
18466	What name, O maiden, shall I give to thee, For mortal never had thy voice or mien?
18466	What noise of grief,"he cries,"comes rolling from the town?"
18466	What of that band, who followed me, whom I-- Shame on me-- left a shameful death to rue?
18466	What other choice was left, what other chance to try?
18466	What other walls, what further town have we?
18466	What pain Do they endure?
18466	What pledge of safety more Doth Fortune give?
18466	What praise can match thee?
18466	What presence guards the gate?
18466	What rest for toil- worn men, and whitherward to wend?
18466	What sadder sight elsewhere Had Troy, now whelmed in utter wreck, to show?
18466	What scheme is thine?
18466	What schemes he now?
18466	What seek the souls?
18466	What shall he do?
18466	What should he do?
18466	What use of weapons, if ye fear to fight?
18466	What wilt thou, chill in cloudland?
18466	What worthy fate Hath caught thee, fallen from a spouse so high?
18466	What, father Neptune, now, what mischief dost devise?"
18466	What, fell they not on the Sigean plain?
18466	What, hapless Dido, were thy feelings then?
18466	What; swerving still?"
18466	When shall this end?
18466	Whence came I?
18466	Whence comest thou again, Long- looked- for Hector?
18466	Whence this impious jar?
18466	Where am I?
18466	Where can Earth for me Gape deep enough?
18466	Where hurriest thou again?"
18466	Where is his match?
18466	Where is thy god, that Eryx?
18466	Where is thy old affection?
18466	Where that hand So oft to Turnus pledged, thy kinsman of the land?
18466	Where then was Juno?
18466	Where vanished is thy love?
18466	Where, Euryalus, shall I follow thee?
18466	Wherefore cheat Thy son so oft with images and lies?
18466	Wherefore this delay?
18466	Which way to wander, whither to return?
18466	Whither am I borne?
18466	Who dreamed that Teucrians should Hesperia gain?
18466	Who parts the shades, what doom the difference can decide?"
18466	Who planned the steed, and why?
18466	Who tears thee hence?
18466	Who then henceforth shall Juno''s power adore?
18466	Who then her fanes frequent, her deity implore?"
18466	Who was there The God, and whose the tyranny to blame For fraud like that?
18466	Who would fail to tell of thee, Fabricius, potent in thy poverty?
18466	Who, foul spawn of earth, shall call Me beaten?
18466	Whom dost thou fly?
18466	Whom first, dread maiden, did thy javelin quell?
18466	Whom last?
18466	Whom shuns he?
18466	Whom to be buried?
18466	Whose heart had will, whose cruel hand had might To wreak such punishment?
18466	Why Theseus?
18466	Why change and change?
18466	Why delay?
18466	Why fawn and feign?
18466	Why keep aloof?
18466	Why may I not clasp hands, and talk without disguise?"
18466	Why seek for towns with battle in their womb, And beard a savage foeman in his lair?
18466	Why separate, do they Turn back, while others sweep the leaden tide?
18466	Why shifts my frenzied purpose to and fro?
18466	Why should more words of mine the rising South delay?''
18466	Why so fain Sweet husband, thus to sorrow and repine?
18466	Why stand ye thus afraid?"
18466	Why stay I?
18466	Why stay your hand?
18466	Why tell of wars from Tyre, A brother''s threats?
18466	Why this sword and spear?
18466	Why, Teucrians, do I keep you?
18466	Will no one arm and chase them, or undock The ships?
18466	With her right hand she grasped me from above, And thus with roseate lips:''O son, what mean These transports?
18466	Would''st thou in death desert me, and pretend To scorn a sister''s care, and shun me as a friend?
18466	Wrought we the wreck, when Ilion sank in gloom, We, or the hands that urged poor Trojans to their doom?
18466	Your kin, and where your home?
18466	_ Thus_ Ulysses do ye know?
18466	and cloak such treason with a lie?
18466	and how do I return, and who?
18466	and lay your choicest low?
18466	and to plant in vain These walls, to shield you from the foemen''s hand?
18466	and whence and whither are ye bound?"
18466	ay, and he Cooped thus within your ramparts, work such woe, Such deaths-- and unavenged?
18466	could''st thou fancy it?
18466	cries Volscens from the crowd,"And whither wend ye?"
18466	do I behold thee?
18466	do ye think the foe Gone, or that guileless are their gifts?
18466	dost thou think to flee?
18466	dropped he a single tear Sighed he with me, or spake a lover''s heart to cheer?
18466	eating boards as well?"
18466	he an outcast?
18466	he chides her, as she flies,"Art thou, then, also cruel?
18466	he exclaims,"What mean ye now?
18466	hear thee move Sweet converse as of old?
18466	how many in the dust lay low?
18466	how shall thanks be paid?
18466	like whom in face?
18466	ne''er hear the name of Troy?
18466	nevermore shall I behold with joy A Xanthus and a Simois again, Our Hector''s streams?
18466	no shame For Troy''s old gods, and for your native land, And for the great AEneas, and his name?"
18466	nor her mother, left forlorn, When, with the rising North- wind, o''er the sea Yon faithless pirate hath the maiden borne?
18466	on what quest Come ye?
18466	or religious vow?
18466	or scion of his stock renowned?
18466	or the Scipios, ye Twin thunderbolts of battle, and the bane Of Libya?
18466	or why a feud so dire?
18466	said AEneas,"can it be, That souls sublime, so happy and so free, Can yearn for fleshly tenements again?
18466	shall Dido, made a jest To former lovers, stoop herself to sue, And beg the Nomad lords their oft- scorned vows renew?
18466	shall I wait, and wait, till Turnus deign To take fresh heart, and tempt the war''s rough game, And, conquered, face his conqueror again?
18466	shall a woman scatter you in flight?
18466	shall tongue make utterance or refrain?
18466	she cries,''what mad desire Arms thee for battle?
18466	the Gracchi?
18466	the cause of death?
18466	thine this snare?
18466	this the promise sworn?
18466	thought''st thou''twas the chase?
18466	till Pygmalion waste my state, Or on Iarbas''wheels, a captive queen, to wait?
18466	to fly, whom I have doomed to fall; Think''st thou to baffle Turnus of his prize?"
18466	was this thy secret?
18466	what art To calm her frenzy, now hath vow or shrine?
18466	what better hopes remain?
18466	what clamour on the winds is blown?
18466	what dire indignity hath marred The calmness of thy features?
18466	what do I say?
18466	what fate through dangers sore, What force to savage coasts compels thy flight?
18466	what hope allures thine eyes, To loiter thus in Libya?
18466	what hope the chief constrains To linger''mid a hostile race, nor heed Ausonia''s sons and the Lavinian plains?
18466	what last?
18466	what lot is thine?
18466	what madness doth thy mind o''ertake?
18466	what meed, to match such worth divine, Can good AEneas give thee?
18466	what more For Turnus can a sister now?
18466	what more have I to fear, What more to wait for, having known the worst?
18466	what opening can he find To break the news, the infuriate Queen withstand?
18466	what path to tread, To win deliverance from such toils?''
18466	what spot on earth or sea Is left,''he cried,''to shield a wretch like me, Whom Dardans seek in punishment to kill, And Greeks disown?''
18466	what still extremer woe Doth Fortune doom the living to bemoan?
18466	what sudden discord now Is this?
18466	what the crowd so great, That filled the river''s margin?
18466	what to do?
18466	what tower Still hold we?''
18466	what wailings rend the skies?"
18466	what woes remain?
18466	what worse remains to bear?
18466	whence so impious a request?
18466	whence this sudden light so clear?
18466	where Was cloud- sent Iris?
18466	where to rest?
18466	where,"he cries,"That fiery spirit?"
18466	wherefore claim An old man''s privilege of empty woe?
18466	wherefore would he spurn my prayer?
18466	whither do ye run?
18466	who Of all the gods hath torn thee from our side?
18466	who and what ye are?
18466	who listened or obeyed?
18466	why and how This long delay?
18466	why taunt and threaten?
18466	why tell the nameless deeds of shame, The savage murders wrought from day to day?
18466	wilt thou behold unstirred Such labours wasted, and thy hopes belied?