The whole xii Books of the Aeneidos of Virgil.  
Whereof the first ix and part of the tenth, were converted into English Meeter by Thomas Phaër Esquire, and the residue supplied, and the whole work together newly set forth, by Thomas Twine Gentleman.  
There is added moreover to this edition, Virgil's life out of Donatus, and the Argument before every book.  
¶ IMPRINTED AT London by William How, for Abraham veal, dwelling in Paul's Churchyard, at the sign of the Lamb. 1573.   

¶ To the Right honourable Sir Nicholas Bacon Knight, one of the Queen's Majesties most honourable privy Counsel, and Lord keeper of the great Seal of England.  
EXperiment partly, and partly Presumption, two bold guides, have moved me to attempt your honour with the dedication of this book. Hoping that as you have already honourably received the latter two books and a parcel of another, joined with the former seven of Virgil's Aeneidos translated into English meeter by Thomas Phaër, and taken them to your honourable protection: So likewise your honour will not refuse the same work again imprinted, & set forth with such diligence as conveniently might be. Which, to th'intent it should not always remain unperfect, but rather answer the purpose whereto M. Phaër had respect when he took it in hand, (which was to delight the nobility of this Realm, and others that should vouchsafe to read it) and also that so noble a Poet should not sustain so foul a maim in the English tongue, as always to lie unfynished: I have enterprised more ventrously then wisely, & with better courage then cunning to end that which he left unperfect. Not that I think myself comparable unto him in any thing that he took in hand, for so would I not have your honour, or any other to judge of me. But seeing so many excellent wits as since his time have flourished, have left it untouched: I have been bold at length to spend Time, & hazard Estimation therein. The acceptation whereof, as it willbe, I hope, at some men's hands: I embrace: and at others: I do not regard. Unto your honour, whom I presume to make patron hereof, with all humility, & dutiful reverence I submit myself, and my travails. That if it shall hap the same in the accepting, to conceive any good opinion thereof, either for well doing, or well meaning: I am fully satisfied. Whereof I stand in the greater hope, since your honour being advanced unto the dignity wherein you now stand, through your own industry and virtue: can deem the better of such labours, and do use more entirely to embrace with favour, such as bear goodwill unto learning. And having already stored yourself sufficiently with such plausible furniture: yet amongst all other good gifts wherewith god hath endued you, both for your own ornament, and for the commodity of the commonwealth of England, persuade yourself that there is no one virtue that more amplifieth your title of honour, than that courtesy, & affability which you show unto suitors, and such as have occasion to attend your honour. Wherein though some suppose that a disgracing of Nobility, and worship doth consist: yet than they shall know it to be contrary, when they shall begin to know themselves, and to understand that such means do make men not only noble above the Commonalty: but excellent also above the Nobility. Almighty God preserve your honour with wished increase, prolong your days with happy delight.  
Your honours most humble at commandment: Thomas Twine.   

Virgil's life, set forth, as it is supposed, by Aelius Donatus, and done into English.  
VIRGIL surnamed Maro, was borne but of mean parentage, especially on the fatherside, who was called Maro, whom some suppose to have been a potter, but more think that he was at the first, covenant servant with a traveilinge wiseman, and afterward for his towardness, by marriage of his daughter: became his son in law, whom when his father in law had put in trust with his husbandry, and his catteyle, and buying of woods, and looking to Bees, thereby he increased his small substance. He was borne the year that Cn. Pompeius, and M. Licinius Crassus were first Consuls the .15. day of Octobre, in a village called Andes, not far from Mantua. His mother Maia, being great with child with him, and dreaming that she was delivered of a laurel bow, which pricked into the ground grew forthwith to a great tree, replenished with sundry kinds of Fruits, and Flowers: the next morning walking forth into the country with her husband, stepped a side, and was delivered thereby, in a ditch. The report goeth, that the child so soon as he was borne never cried, but looked so pleasantly, that he gave an assured hope that by his birth some notable thing should chance.  
There befell also another strange token, for a Poplar tree branch, which was pricked into the ground according as the manner of the country at women's travels is, so grew up in short space, that it matched in bigness many great Poplar trees, that were set there long before, which was afterward consecrated, and called by the name of Virgil's tree, and had in great reverence amongst téeming women, and such as were with child, which daily made prayers, and offerings there. His infancy, that is to say, until he was seven year old, he passed in Cremona, and when he was thirteen year of age he received the garment of manstate, when those were made Consuls again that were when he was borne, and it fortuned that Lucretius the poet departed the same day. But Virgil, from Cremona went to Milan, and shortly after from thence to Naples, where diligently applying the study of the Greek, and Latin tongues: at length betook himself to Physic, and knowledge of the Mathematicals, wherein he surpassed all other in skill, and departing to Rome, fell in favour with the M. of the horse to Augustus, and cured the horses of many, and sundry diseases. Who commanded therefore that Virgil should have such allowance of bread, as other of the stable had.  
During this time the Crotoniati sent unto Caesar for a present, a goodly horsecolt, that in all men's judgement would prove both very courageous, and wonderful swift. When Virgil beheld him he told the M. of the stable, that he was fooled of a sick, and infected mare, and that he would prove neither strong nor swift, as afterward it appeared, whereof when the M. of the stable had informed the Emperor: he commanded that his bread should be doubled, for reward. Likewise, when there were certain Dogs sent to Augustus forth of Spain, Virgil both told what manner once the siers were, & what stomach and swiftness they would be of. Which when he understood▪ he than commanded again that Virgil should have so much more bread as he had before. The Emperor Augustus doubting of himself whether he were sun to Octavius or to some man else, and supposing that Virgil Maro could resolve him, that knew so well the natures and siers of horses, and dogs: removing all company aside Augustus called him into the privy chamber, and asked him there alone, if he knew what he was, and what ability he had to make men happy? I know (qd Maro) that thou art Augustus Caesar, and thou hast almost equal power with the immortal gods and that thou mayst make happy whom thou list. Surely (qd Caesar) I am of this mind, that if thou answer me truly to that I shall ask, I will make thee happy, and blessed. I would to god (qd Maro) that I could answer truly to that thou demandest. Then said the Emperor, some say I am sun to Octavius, and some suspect that I am some other man's sun. Whereat Maro smiling: I will soon tell you that (qd he) if you pardon me in answering that you command. The Emperor swore by an Oath that he would take never a word in ill part, yea and that he should not departed unrewarded. Therewithal Maro fixinge his eyes fast on the Emperors: it is an easy matter (qd he) by other living things to discern the disposition of the parents, through skill of Mathematics, and Philosophy, but in men it is not possible. Howbeit I am able to give some probable judgement, what trade of life thy father exercised. To this Augustus gave diligent ear what he would say. Then Virgil, so far as I can perceive (qd he) thou art a Baker's sun. The Emperor thereat was astunned, and marveled much in his mind how that could come to pass. Marry then (qd Virgil) I will tell you why I judge so. When as I foretold certain things which could neither be known, nor understood but by such as be very well learned: thou that art prince of all the world commaundidst that I should have a certain of bread given me for a reward, which is the use either of bakers, or else of such as are bakers children. This merry jest, pleased the Emperor well, but henceforth (qd he) thou shalt not be rewarded by a baker but by a most valiant prince, & esteemed him much, and commended him to Pollio. He was of body and stature big, of colour tawny, hardfavoured, sycklie, for he was manytimes grieved with pain in the stomach, jaws, and head, and some times he did spit blood. He frequented but little the use of dainty meats and wine. Some report that he was prove to the detestable sin with boys. But the better sort suppose rather that he loved them as Socrates loved Alcibiades, and Plato also. Above the rest he loved most Cebetes, and Alexander, whom in the second Ecloge of his Bucolikes he termeth Alexis, given unto him by Asinius Pollio. When they came unto him they were neither of them unlearned. For Alexander was a good Grammarian, and Cebetes a Poet. Some likewise affirm that he had carnal company with Plotia Hieria. But Asconius Pedianus saith that he was wont to declare to some ancient men, that indeed he was requested by Varius jointly to keep her, howbeit he earnestly refused so to do. In all other respects he was of life, language, and conversation so upright: that through all Naples he was called, commonly Virginity. And when haply he was seen at Rome, (whether as he came very seldom) going abroad in the open streets if eny followed, or noted him: he would turn away into the next house. When Augustus offered him the goods of one that was banished, he utterly refused them He was worth in substance an hundred Sestertia, which were given him through the liberality of his friends, & he had an house in Rome in a place called Aesquiliae near to Maecenas gardens, although he was accustomed much to withdraw himself into Campania and Scicil. Whatsoever he requested of Augustus: he never had denial thereof. Every year he sent money abundantly to secure his parents which died when he was of lawful years, his father being blind when he died, & his two brethren the one surnamed Silo died while he was a child, and Flacchus when he was come to manstate, whose death he bewaileth under the name of Daphnis. Among other studies (as I have said before) he chiefly applied himself to Physic and Mathematics. He never pled at bar more than one cause, and that but once, whom Melissus reporteth to have been very slow of toongue, & as though he were altogether unlearned, when he first began poetry, he made this Disthic, or these two verses upon one Balista a schoolmaster, that for report of théevery was covered with an heap of stones.  
Under this hugy hill of stones Balista tombd doth lie,  
Waifarer safe both night and day thy journey now mayst high.  
After this he wroat Moretum, Priapus, Epigrams, Dirae, and Culex when he was yet but fifteen year old, the argument whereof is this. A shepherd wearied with heat, and sleapinge under a tree, when a serpent was coming fast towards him, there came a Gnat flying out of the Fen nearby, and lighted on the sheapheardes' forehead between his temples, and there stung him. Then he lifting up his hands crushed the gnat, and when he espied the serpent: killed him also, and made a tomb for the gnat with this superscription.  
Thou little gnat, the shepherd for thy due desert to be,  
This burial rite, for loss of life, here yieldeth unto thee.  
He wroat Aetna also, whereof some men doubt. But shortly after when he had begun Roman matters misliking the sharpness, and roughness both of the argument, and names, he fell to the bucolics but chiefly to celebrated the name of Asinius, Pollio, Alphenus Varus and Cornelius Gallus, by cause that in the division of land beyond Padus amongst the old soldiers after the conquest at Philippe made, at the commandment of the Triumuiri, or the Three conspirators, they had saved him harmless. Afterward he made his work called Georgica in the honour of Maecenas by whose means, when he was yet scarce known unto him, he was assisted against the old soldiers of Claudius, or rather as some suppose, against the violence of Arius the Centurion, by whom in that hurlyburly about dividing of lands, he was very near slain. Last of all he took the Aeneidos in hand, a work of a diverse, and manifold argument, and resembling, in a manner both the works of Homer. Besides that it containeth indifferently both words, and matter aswell Greek as Latin, and that chief is which he most endeavoured, it comprehendeth both the original of the city of Rome, and Augustus the Emperor. When he wroate the Georgica, it is reported, how that every morning he was accustomed to writ a certain numbered of verses, which he would all the day long overlook, and so abbridginge them, bring them unto a very few, not unfitly saying that he brought forth verses, as the female Bear doth her young and bringeth them into due fashion by licking. The work called Aeneidos he wrote first in twelve books in prose (as some think) and afterward digested it into verse. And othersome judge that if he had lived longer, he would have lengthened it unto xxiv. books even unto the time of Augustus, and would have touched many other things therein, and with great diligence have set forth Augustus' time, since that in writing, lest he should be vainly troubled with eny thing: he left some things imperfect. And some things he wroate in very slender verse, which (as he was wont, to jest) he said he put in for jesters, and Minstrels, to hold up the work, until the sound pillars were framed. He absolved his Bucoliks in three year, at Asinius Pollios' request. The same at that time ruled the province beyond Padus, by whose means and suit, when the Cremonenses, and Mantuans lands were distributed unto Augustus' ancient soldiers, yet notwithstanding Virgil lost not his. This Pollio, Virgil loved entirely, and was likewise of him very well-beloved again, and greatly rewarded, for when he was upon a time desired by him to supper, and there suddenly surprised with the singular beauty, and diligence of Alexander, Pollios' boy: received him of gift. Likewise he loved dearly C. Asinius, Pollios' sun, and Cornelius Gallus a noble Orator and a singular Poet, who translated Euphorion into Latin, and wroate in four books his love of Cytheris. At the first he was in good credit with the Emperor Augustus, but afterward upon suspicion of conspiracy against him, he was slain. Of whom Propertius speaketh thus:  
Whilst Gallus in the tents, the ensigns doth defend:  
Before the Eagle bloody sign, he found his fatal end.  
Virgil loved this Gallus so well, that the fourth book of Georgikes from the middle to the end contained his praise, which afterward at Augustus' commandment he changed into the fable of Aristaeus. He finished the Georgiks in seven year at Naples, and the Aeneidos he made partly in Sicilia, partly in Campania, in eleven year. And his Bucoliks he made with so good success that they were oftentimes sung openly by musicans in plays. When Cicero had heard certain of the verses, and by and by through sharp judgement perceived that they proceeded from no common vain: he willed that the whole Ecloge should be read from the beginning. Whereto when he had attended diligently, in the end he said these words Of mighty Rome a second hope, as though himself were the first hope of the Latin toongue, and Maro would be the second, which words also he reciteth in the Aeneidos. The Georgikes, when Augustus returned from the Actiacan victory, and for recreationsake sojourned at Atella, he read there unto him continually the space of four days, and when his voice failed him at eny time: Maecenas supplied his roomth in readiing. He pronunced with marvelous sweetness, and great delectation. Seneca writeth that julius Montanus the Poet was wont to say, that he would take away by force some thing from Virgil if he could set them forth with the same voice, countenance, and gesture▪ And that the self-same verses if he pronounced them, would sound well, but without him: would be dry and dumb. Of the Aeneidos scarce yet begun, there was spread such a fame: that Sextus Propertius doubted not thus to foretell.  
Giveplace you Roman writers all, and Greeks giveplace likewise  
I can not tell what greater work than Ilias doth arise.  
When Augustus by fortune was absent from the Cantabrick expedition, and partly by requesting and partly by manacinge letters, merely required of Virgil that he should sand to him if it were but the very title or some one full sentence of Aeneidos, for those were his words: he refused so to do. To whom yet not long after when the matter was fully perfected, he recited three books, namely the Second, the Fourth and the Sixt. And that especially, because of Octavia, who being there present at the recital, at those verses of her sun, Marcellus thou shalt be, is reported to have fainted for sorrow, and when by much labour she was recovered again, she commanded that Virgil should have to the value of five pounds for every verse. He read his books also to diverse, but not often, & those places only whereof he stood in eny doubt, thereby to hear the judgement of men It is said that Erotes his secretary, whom he also made free, when he was very aged was wont to report, that once in the reading of his work he made two of his half verses out of hand, and that Misenus Aolides added, was better none than he.  
Likewise unto this verse, In kindling men with noise, with like heat he adjoined, And fighting fields to cheer with brass, & that he was commanded straight ways to write those ij. additions so in the work. He perused both his Bucoliks and Georgiks. And when he was 52. year old, to th'intent to finish the Aeneidos, he was determined to withdraw himself into Greece, and asia, and there to employ whole three years in correcting and perusing, that he might bestow all the resdue of his life only in the study of Philosophy. But when he was in his journey, and met with Augustus at Athens who was returning forth of the East countries towards Rome: he purposed to go home again with him. And travailing to Megara, a town nigh Athens, only to see it, took there a sickness, which continual travail on sea augmented, and increasing more and more until he came to Brundisium with in few days after died there, the xxj. day of September when Cn. Plautius, and Q. Lucretius were Consuls. Who when he felt himself mortally assaulted with the malady: he called often, and very earnestly for his desk, that he might burn the Aeneidos. Which being deneid him, he willed notwtstandinge by his last testament that it should be burned, as a work both faulty, and unperfect. But Tucca and Varrus told him that Augustus would in no wise suffer that. Wherruppon he bequeathed the same work, and his other writings unto Varrus and Tucca upon this condition, that they should set forth nothing but that which he would have set forth, and such verses as were unperfect: they should so leave them. He willed also that his bones should be borne to Naples, whereas he had lived long time, and merely. His bones therefore were translated to Naples, at Augustus' commandment, as he appointed, and were buried in the way to Puteol. at the second stone, and upon his tomb was written this disthick, which he made himself.  
Me Mantua bred, Calabres took, Parthenop now doth hold,  
Of pastures I have sounge, of fields, likewise of captains bold.  
He made heyers of half his goods Valerius Proculus his half brother by another father, & of the fourth part, Augustus, of the twelfth part Maecenas, of all the remainder L. Varrus, and Plocius Tucca, who after his decease as he requested at Caesar's commandment corrected, the Aeneidos. For no man judged the Aeneidos worthy to be burned, whereof these verses of Sulpitius the Carthagian are extant.  
These verses in to flaming fires command for to be flung  
Virgilius did, wherein the deeds of Trojan duke he sung.  
But Tucca nills, and Varrus eke, thou Caesar dost forbid,  
And Latin stories to preserve dost better means provide.  
Unhappy Pergame twice in double fire well-nigh was roast,  
And Troy by second flame, to smoking dust was brought almost.  
There remain also many noble verses made by Augustus upon the same matter, whose beginning is this.  
And shall a wicked work so vile a deed in final voice  
Command? and shall it into fire be thrown, is there no choice?  
And shall the noble Muse of learned sounding Maro die?  
And shortly after.  
But faith of laws must needs be kept, and what last will doth say,  
And what it doth command be done, that needs we must obey.  
Nay, rather let the sacred force of laws be broken quite,  
Then that so many travails great sustained by day and night  
One day should quite consume. And as thereafter followeth.  
Wherefore Varrus at Augustus' commandment did set forth nothing, as Virgil willed he should not: but generally perused all, leaving also those verses as they were, still unperfect. Which verses divers afterward took in hand to make up, but they could not for the difficulty thereof, for they be all Hemistichia, that is to say half verses, besides this: Whom Troy untimely bore thee, which seemeth to carry with it perfect sense. Nisius the Grammarian said that he had heard of his elders, that Varrus had changed the order of two books, and that which was then the Second he transposed into the third place. And that he changed also the beginning of the First book, taking these verses clean away:  
I that my slender Oaten pipe in verse was wont to sound  
Of woods, and next to that I taught for husbandmen the ground  
How fruit unto their greedy lust they might constrain to bring,  
A work of thanks: lo now of Mars, and bloody wars I sing.  
Virgil also amongst other, who was one of the pillars of the Latin toongue, lacked not slanderers. In his bucolics, Paro, but very foolishly, mocketh at two Ecloges, and thus he beginneth to flout.  
If Tityrus thy gown be warm, under what beachen shade?  
And in the next.  
Whose beasts are these Damaetas, tell, is this god Latin speech?  
Not but 'tis Aegons', for our clowns in country so do teach.  
Another also when he read this place out of the Georgiks: Ear naked, naked sow: he added, then cold, and fever thou shalt take. There is also extant a book made by Carpilius Pictor under this title, The Aeneidos scourge. M. Vipranus said that Maecenas had set up a finder out of an evil imitation, and that he was neither lofty in Style, nor low, but that he made that work with common vulgar words. Herennius only gathered together his faults, and Perilius Faustinus, that which he stole of others. There are also certain volumes of Quintus Octavius Auitus, in the which are observed what verses, and from whom he took them. Asconius Pedanus in his book which he writeth against the slanderers of Virgil, setteth down a few things which were objected against him, and this chief, that he tied not well his history together, and that he borrowed much of Homer. But this fault (as they say) he was wont thus to defend, saying why do not they likewise attempt the like théeft? But they if they weighed it uprightly should understand that it were an easear matter to pull the club out of Hercules hand, then to take a verse away from Homer, and that notwithstanding he determined to withdraw himself for a time to amend every thing that his ilwillers found fault withal.  
Pedianus also reporteth, that he was very courteous, and a lover of all good and honest men, and so far from Envy, that if he saw eny thing done, or spoken learnedly by eny, he rejoiced thereat, none otherwise than if it were his own: that he dispraised no man, praised goodmen, and was of so gentle nature: that there was no man, unless he were over stubborn and malicious, that not only favoured him, but also heartily loved him. He seemed to have nothing private to himself. His library stood as ready open to othermen as to himself, and he oftentimes used the saying of Euripides: All things amongst friends are common. He had all the poets of his time so friendly, and beholding unto him, that although they much envied one another, yet him they all reverenced, as Varrus, Tucca, Horace, Gallus, Propertius, But Anser, by cause he took not part with Antonius, did not regard him. Comificius could not abide him, such was his froward nature. He so much contemned glory, that when some ascribed to themselves certain of his verses, and therefore were accounted the better learned, he took it not only not displeasantly, but he much rejoiced thereat. And making a couple of verses containing the praise and felicity of Augustus, which were set upon the gates with out name, the verses were these.  
All night it rains, the sights at morning tide return again,  
And Caesar with almighty jove hath match and equal reign.  
The author of which verses Augustus long made inquiry for, but he could not find him. At length when none came, Bathyllus an indifferent good Poet, ascribed them unto himself, and was therefore encoraged, and rewarded by Caesar, which Virgil not taking well, set upon the same gates this beginning four times: So you, not for yourselves. Augustus' required that these verses should be by some finished, which many assaying in vain: Virgil thus replied, to the forewritten Disthic.  These verses I did make, thereof another took the praise. 
So you not for yourselves, poor birds, your nests do build in trees  
So you not for yourselves, ye Sheep, do bear your tender flees.  
So you not for yourselves, your honey gather, little Bees.  
So you not for yourselves, your necks, poor beasts, with harrows squees.  
Which being once known: Bathyllus for a time was all the jest ingstocke to the whole city of ROME. When on a time he had the works of Ennius in his hand, and being demanded by one what he did with them: answered that he gathered gold out of Ennius' dung. For that author expresseth worthy sentences & matter, under words not of the finest. Unto Augustus that demanded of him how a City might best be governed: he answered, if the wisest men did hold the helm, and good men were set in authority over evil, and so that the best men may have their due honour, and the rest be not in iuriously dealt withal. Then Maecenas, what thing is it (qd he) that never bringeth loathsomeness to man? The likeness, answered Virgil, or the abundance of every thing, anoyeth us, except of understanding. He asked moreover, how a man might always preserve his happy and fortunate state? To whom then Maro, if by how much he excel other in Honour, and riches: he endeavour to excel them in Liberality an justice. He was wont also to say, that there was nothing more meet nor commodious for a man then Patience, and that there was no fortune so sharp which by wisely tolleratyng a valiant man might not overcome. Which opinion of his, he hath expressed in the fist of the Aeneidos.  
O Goddess sun, where destinies draws & drives: let us go there,  
What ever it is, who conquer fortune will, must fortune bear.  
There was familiar with Augustus one named Filistus, an orator, and méetly well learned in Poetry, and had a pleasant, and variable wit, and used to carp the sayings of all men, not to th'intent thereby to learn the truth (for so Socrates was wont to do) but thereby to appear the better learned. The same, wheresoever he had occasion to meet with Virgil or be in his company, used to provoke him with reproaches, and flouts. Wherefore, either he departed commonly with silence, or else with blushing held his peace. Then when as in presence of Augustus, he said that Virgil was dumb, and that if he had a toongue he could not defend himself: hold thy peace babbler (qd he) for this taciturnity of mine causeth Augustus, and Maecenas to be the patrons of my cause, and when I list I will speak with such a trumpet, that shall everywhere, and very long be heard. And thou with thy prattling dost not only break men's ears, but walls also. Then the Emperor looked upon Filistus with a fierce countenance, and rebuked him. And Virgil, Caesar (qd he) if this man knew a time to hold his peace: he would seldom speak. For a man aught always to be silent, until such time as his silence shall either hurt himself, or his talk may profit others.  
When Augustus had obtained the Empire, he debated with himself whether it were better to resign up the Dominion, and commit the state to yearly Consuls, and the government of the Commonwealth to the Senate. In which case he called to counsel twain, of two several opinions, Maecenas, and Agrippa. Agrippa in long discourse showed, that although it were not very decent for him to do, yet would it be profitable, which contrary, Maecenas very much dissuaded him from. By occasion whereof, Augustus mind was brought into great perplexity, for their sundry opinions, were confirmed by sundry reasons. Wherefore he demanded of Maro, whether it were expedient for a private man, to usurp a government in his common wealth or not? Then Virgil, unto all (qd he) that have usurped the state of their commonwealth, the government hath been wearysom both unto them, and to the subjects, because that of necessity through hatred of the people, or suspicion growing to them of their own great injustice: they do live in much fear. But if the citizens could find eny one, whom they do love entirely: it should be profitable to the city, if he were set in authority. Wherefore, if you do continued to execute justice to all men, without regard of eny person, as you have already begun, it shallbe most profitable both for yourself, and all the world that you ruled, for you have so much the goodwill of all men, that they honour you, and repute you for a God. Whose opinion Caesar allowing: retained still the Empire.  
But since we have now briefly spoken of the author, it seemeth good we speak of the kind of verse, which commonly is handled two manner ways, that is to say, before the work, and in the work. Before the work are, the Title, the Cause, the Intention. The Title, in which is asked, whose it is. The cause, from whence it rose, and for what cause chiefly they Poet took this in hand to writ. The Intention, in the which is known his drift, & where about the Poet goeth. In the work three things are marked, the Numbered, the Ordre, the Explanation. Although therefore by falsification, many works are carried abroad under othermens' names, as the tragedy of Thyestes' made by this Poet, which Varrus setforth for his own, & many such like: yet we cannot doubt but that clearly the bucolics are Virgil's, especially since the Poet, doubting some such matter, both in the beginning of the Aeneidos, and in another place witnesseth that they are his, saying:  
I that my slender Oaten pipe in verse was wont to sound. Likewise  
I that the rhymes of sheapheardes' singed, and rash in tender years,  
Thee Tityrus etc.  
That they be fitly termed bucolics, and so accounted: if nothing else declared, yet this might be proof sufficient, that in Theocritus they be called by the same name. But we must show also some reason. There be three kinds of shepherds that are famous in bucolics. Whereof the vilest sort are termed Caprarii, or Goatheardes. The Opiliones, or Shepherds are next of dignity, but the Bubulci, or Cowheardes are the best and chiefest. Whereof therefore was it most convenient that the Sheapheardes' verse should be named, but of that degree which is found most excellent amongst shepherds?  
The cause may be two ways considered, of the beginning of the verse, and of the mind of the writer. Of the beginning, and Original of the Bucolick verse: divers have assigned diverse causes. There are some that say this kind of verse was first instituted to Diana, by the shepherds of Lacedaemonia, when through occasion of war, which at that time the Persians' made upon all Greece, the virgins could not do sacrifice according to their custom. Others some say, that the same kind of verse was made to Diana by Orestes, when he wandered about Sicilia. What ever they all say, this is most certain, that the Bucolik verse, took beginning of great antiquity, when men led only sheapheardes' lives, and therefore the simplicity of such personages doth represent a show of the golden world. Wherefore Virgil begun very commendably with those, verses, as it were, with that life, which was first in the earth. For afterward the fields were tilled, and last of all, for earable and fertile ground: contention rose, and wars ensued, which Virgil, that he would express: sang first of shepherds, next of Husbandmen, and last of warriors. It remaineth now that we consider what cause moved the Poet chiefly to writ the bucolics. Ether he was enticed by the sweetness to have Theocritus verse in admiration, or else for order's sake he sought to express the life of man, as we have said before. Or rather that Virgil would setfoorth the three kinds of Elocution, which the Greeks call Carecters, Ischnon that is, low, Adron which is lofty, Meson, that is the mean or middle. Wherefore being likely that he which was right cunning in all the kinds: indited his bucolics in the first, the Georgikes in the second, and the Aeneidos in the third. Or therefore it is to be supposed he wroat the bucolics first, to th'intent in that kind of verse which is more free and rough than the rest he might take opportunity to curry the emperors favour, and to recover his land which he had lost, for this cause. The third day of the Ideses of March, when C. Caesar was stain, and the old soldiers had taken up Augustus Caesar being but a child to be their captain, the senate not much repugninge against it, a civil war rising thereof, the Cremonenses with other of the same faction, aided the adversaries of Augustus Caesar. Whereby it came to pass that when Augustus had the victory he commanded that the old soldiers should be brought in to the Cremonenses fields, to divide, and possess them. And when their fields were not sufficient for them all: their neighbours the Mantuans, among whom was Virgil, lost a great part of their lands, by cause they lay near unto the Cremonenses. But Virgil, presuming on the familiarity which he had with Augustus, and on his own verses: durst resist Arius the Centurion. He straight ways, like a soldier, put his hand to his sword. And when Virgil had betake himself to flight: he left not of following him, until Virgil had cast himself into a river, and so escaped. But afterward through the favour of Maecenas, and Pollio, and Augustus himself, he was restored to his lands. The Intention of the book which the Graetians call Scopus, is grounded on the imitation of Theocritus the Poet, who was both a Sicilian and a Syracusian. The intention also is to be reduced into the praise of Caesar, and other princes and noblemen by whose means he was brought again into his former seat, & living. Whereby that the end might contain both delectation, & profect: he did althinge according to order, & precept.  
This question is sometime asked why he wroate no more than ten Ecloges, which willbe no marvel unto him that shall weigh the antiquity of the pastoral Scenes, which cannot be stretched beyond this numbered, and since this Poet more circumspect than Theocritus as the matter itself declareth, seemeth to doubt lest that Ecloge which is entitled Pollio, will not appear rusticklike enough, which he beginneth after this manner, saying:  
Sicilian Muses, of things sumdeale greater let us sing.  
And so likewise doth he in other twain. And this we foretell to be observed in all the Bucolikes of Virgil, that they are neither wholly destitute of figures, neither altogether full of figures, that is to say Allagories. These things are scarce to be granted unto Virgis, for the praise of Caesar, and to recover his lands, since Theocritus, whom Virgil sought by all endeavour to imitate: wroate altogether plainly, and simply.  
As touching such things as accustomably are handled in the verse are these: Numbered, Order, Explanation The numbered of the Eclogues is apparent, for there are Ten, of which, seven are thought properly to deserve the name of bucolics. For the last three aught not to be called bucolics, namely Pollio, Silenus, and Gallus. The first therefore containeth a public complaint, and a private thanks goving for land, and is called Tityrus. The second, the love of a boy, and is termed Alexis. The third, a contention of Shepherds, and is called Paloemon. The fourth, Genethliacum, and is named Pollio. The fift, Epitaphium, and is termed Daphnis. The sixth, Metamorphosis, and is called, Varus, and Cilenus. The seventh Pharmacentria. The eight, the loves of divers sexes, and is named Damon. The ninth containeth a complaint for his lost lands, and is termed Moeris. The tenth, the disier of Gallus, and is called Gallus. As touching the order of them, we must understand this, that only in the first and last Ecloges the Poet would keep due order, for in the one he began, as he witnesseth in the Georgickes:  
O Tityrus, of thee I sang, under the broad Beech tree.  
In the other he showed the end, when he saith,  
This final travail mine, grant Arethusa unto me.  
But amongst the Eclogues that there is no sheapheardly, or prescript order observed, it is most certain. Wherefore there are some, that say the Bucolikes begin not at Tityrus, but:  
Our Muse in Syracusian verse vouchsafed first to play.  
There remaineth now Explanation, unto which before we come, I must admonish this, that the verse of a Bucolike is but a stender verse, and so far differing from the style of the Heroic: that this kind of verse hath his peculiar division, and cutings, and is distinguished by his own proper laws. For, since a verse is proved by three things, cutting, scanning, and tuning: it is no Bucolike verse unless the first foot do contain a full part of the sense, and the third foot be Trochaeus and a cutting, and the third being rather a Dactile than a Spondeus: do finish a parcel of sense, the fift and sixth feet consist of whole words. Which being observed by Theocritus, yet wearied at length through difficulty of the work: he neglected it, & only in the beginning it is uncertain whether diligence, or chance did keep these cuttynges. For, Tityre, a Dactile finisshed part of the Oration: tu patu, lae re cum, closed up the third Trochaeus, though in a compound word: bans sub, and when he had put the fourth Spondeus for a Dactile, tegmine fagi, when he had ended the parts of oration, he absolved the whole Comma, wherein the diligence of Theocritus almost in all his verses is wonderful. And he that shall diligently with sharp judgement consider the above written, shall easily understand what is the intention of the Georgikes, and what the end, and likewise also in the Aeneidos.  
There are three kind of styles in a Poem, either Active, either Imitative which Grecians call Dramaticum, wherein are persons brought in speaking, without speaking of the Poet, such as tragedies, and Comedies are. For Dran in Greek signifieth to do. In which kind first Tityrus was written, than next Quo te Moeri. Or else Enerratitive, which the Greeks call Diegematicon, in which the Poet himself speaketh without interpretation of person, as the first three books of Georgikes. Likewise Lucretius verses. Ether else common, and mixed, which the Greeks do term Micton, where both the Poet himself doth speak, and persons likewise are brought in, such as is the Aeneidos of Virgil.  
FINIS.   

THE ARGUMENTS of the twelve books of Aeneidos, expressed in twelve verses.  

Aeneas, in the first, to Libya land arriveth well.  
The fall of Troy, and woeful dole, the second book doth tell.  
The third of wanderings speaks, and father dead, and laid full low.  
In fourth Queen Dido burns, and flames of raging love doth show.  
The fift declareth plays, and how the fleet with fire was caught.  
The sixth doth speak of ghosts, and how deep Pluto's reign was sought.  
The seventh book, A aeneas brings unto his fatal land.  
The eight-prepareth war, and power how foes for to witstand.  
The ninth of battles tells, and yet the captain is a way.  
Aeneas grievous wrath Mezentius, in the tenth, doth slay.  
The eleventh in unequal fight Camilla casts to ground.  
The twelfth with heavenly weapons gives to Turnus mortal wound.    

¶ A GENERAL sum WHEREOF ALL THE XII. BOOKS OF AENEIDOS DO ENTREAT.  
WHEN Troy was destroyed by the Greeks, and their most of nobility slain, Aeneas being Son to prince Anchises, and begotten of VENUS, a man of most valiant courage and virtue (after great slaughter made on his enemies) was forced to flee his country, and taking with him his Images and Gods, whom he than worshipped for his avouries, withdrew himself to the sea, with his sun Ascanius, and his old father Anchises and family to whom a great number of Troyans', from every quarter resorted, and joining togethers under him, erected a Navy of twenty ships and departed to seas, persuaded by their Gods, that they should come to a land, where their kingdom should flourish. First he arrived in Thracia, and would have remained there, but understanding that young Polydorus his cousin was murdered there by the king thereof, for his Gold, he forsook that coovetous land, and after he had builded a city called of his name Aeneas. From thence he sailed into Candy, where he was settled a while, but he felt his prophecy wrong expounded, and was put from thence by a pestilence.  
Than remembering that his ancient forefathers came out of Italy and being better instructed by his Gods, that Italy should be his place and kingdom appointed: he cut another course to the land of Chaonia, where one Helenus reigned, being his kinsman a Trojan, of whom he learned many things touching his Prophecy, and was newly refreshed with men, amour, and treasure. He passed from thence to the isle of scicil, and was there well received of king Acestes his cousin, and there he buried his old father Anchises, by which time, seven. years wear almost expired. Than having but a short journey to Italy, he went thitherwards out of Scicil, and by the way was taken with an horrible tempest, and driven from Italy an extreme course, to the country of white Moors in Africa, and after extreme desperation, was honourably there entertained of the Queen DIDO a widow, with whom he joined in love, and remained till his God's   

¶ The first book of the Aeneidos of Virgil.  
The Argument.  
¶ When Troy was taken, Aeneas the son of Anchises and Venus, a man endued with singular godliness, and like valiancy whilst in the seventh year of his wandering he sailed upon the Tyrrhene sea from Sicil, towards Italy, a mighty tempest being raised by Aeolus the king of winds at lunos request: was driven to the shore of Africa, where entering on the land, he slew with bow and arrows seven great stags and divided them equally to each ship one, for so many sail he had gathered together of his dispersed fleet, and hartneth his soldiers overweryed now with travail, with the hope of future rest: manfully to endure the labours that were yet to come. In the mean while Venus pleadeth her son Aeneas, and all the Trojans cause before jupiter, and imputeth all those calamities unto juno, but jupiter on the other side, disclosing all the order of the destrinies: recomforteth his daughter with hope of happy posterity, and power of the Romans. wherewith Venus being well satisfied: meeteth with her son Aeneas, being ignorant of the place, and roaming up and down in the country, and showeth him how that his dispersed ships be safe, and telleth him that Carthage is not far of, a citle which Dido builded in that place. wherefore Aeneas by his mothers mean being shrouded in an hollow cloud accompanied with Achates: entereth into Carthage, where both he findeth his mates safe, and is courteously entertained of Dido the Queen. Venus notwithstanding not overmuch trusting to junos' entertainment, nor the unconstancy of women, laying Ascanius a sleep in the woods of Ida: addressed Cupid in his steed, who amongst embracings, and kisses, privily inspireth the Queen with the love of Aeneas.  


Other books made by Virgil before this greatwork.  I That my slender Oaten Pipe in verse was wont to sound  
Of woods, and next to that I taught for husbandmen the ground,  
How fruit unto their greedy lust they might constrain to bring,  
A work of thanks: Lo now of Mars, and dreadful wars I sing,  
Of annes, and of the man of Troy, that first by fatal fight  
Did thence arrive to Lavine land, that now Italia, height.  
But shaken sore with many a storm by seas and land ytossed,  
And all for junos' endless wrath that wrought to have had him lost.  
And sorrows great in wars he bode, ere he the walls could frame  
Of mighty Rome, and bring the gods taduaunce the Roman name.  

He calls for divine power.  Now Muse direct my song to tell for what offence and why:  
What aylid so the queen of gods to drive thus cruelly,  
This noble prince of virtue mild from place to place to toil,  
Such pains to take? may heavenly minds so sore in rancour boil?   

There was a town of ancient time Carthago of old it height,  
Against Italia and Tiber's mouth lay loof at seas aright:  
Both rich in wealth and sharp in war, the people it held of tire:  
This town above all towns to raise was junos' most desire,  
For sook her seat at Samos isle and here her arms she set,  
Her chare, and here she minds to make (if all gods do not let)  

Africa other wise called Lybya, did worship juno which was enemy to troi ans.  An empire all the world to rule: but heard she had before  
From Troy should rise a stock, by whom their towers should all be forne  
That far and wide should bear the rule, so fearre in war to feel:  
That Lyby land destroy they should, so fortune turns the wheel.  
For fear of that, and calling eft the old war to her mind,  
That she at Troy had done before for Greeks her friends so kind.  
Ne from her heart the causes old of wrath and sore disdain  
Was slakyd yet, but in her breast high spite did still remain.  
How Paris Venus' beauty praised and hers esteemed at nought.  
She abhores the stock and Ganymede whom jove to heaven had reached,  
Thus flamed in her mood, she kest through all the seas to throw  

The intent of this work is only to tell the beginning of Rome.  The silly poor remain of Troy that Greeks had laid so low.  
And them that wild Achilles' wrath had spared alive at last  
From Italy she thought to keep till deftnies should be passed.  
And many a year they wandered wide, in seas and sundry pine,  
So huge a work of weight it was, to build of Rome the line.   

Scant from the sight of Scicil isle, their sails in merry array  
Went under wind, and through the seas, and salt foam made their way:  
When juno her bethought again of her immortal wound  

juno fretting with herself.  Unto herself. And shall I thus be conquered, and confounded?  
And shall I leave it thus qd she? shall yet this Trojan king  
For all my work to Italy this people safely bring?  
I trow the destnye wills it so, but did not Pallas burn  
A fleet of Greeks, and in the seas them all did overturn  
For one man's sin, and for the fault of Ajax made to fall?  
She threw the fires of mighty jove from skies upon them all.  
And drowned their ships, and he himself with whirlwind set a fire  
All smoking on the roks she kest his carcase to erpier  
But I, that queen of gods am called and sister of jove in throne  
And eke his wife, how long I war with this poor stock alone?  
So many a year? and who shall now dame junos' godhead know,  
Or shortly upon mine altars who due honours will bestow?   


Acolia a windy cofe irey.  Thus rolling in her burning breast she strait to Aeolia hied  
Into the country of cloudy skies where blustering winds abide.  
King Aeolus the wrasiling wynds in caves he locks full low:  
In prison strong the storms he keeps forbidden abroad to blow.  
They for disdain with mumur great at every moush do rage,  
But he a fit with mace in hand their force doth all assuage.  
If he so did not: lands and seas and skies they would so sweep  
Within a while, that all were gone. Therefore in dungeons deep  
Almighty jove did close them up, and hills hath overset,  
And made a king, that should know when to louse them, when to let.  
Whom to entreat this juno came, and thus to him she spoke:  
King Aeolus, for unto thee the great god hath betake  
And given thee leave to lift the floods and calm to make them still:  
On Tyrrhen sea there sails a fleet that bears me no good wil  
To Italy they mind to pass, a new Troy there to build.  

An angr●… Goddess.  Let out thy wynds and all their ships do drown with waters wild.  
Disperse them all to sundry shores or whelm them down with deep.  
Of goodly Ladies seven and seven about me I do keep,  
Whereof the fairest of them all that called is Deiopey,  
shallbe thine own for evermore, my mind if thou obey,  
And of a goodly son (quoth she) she shall thee make a sire.   

To that said Aeolus: O Queen: what needs all this desire:  
Command me dame, I must obey, my duty it is of right,  
By you this kingdom first I got, and grace of jove on height.  
You make me sit among the gods at banquets this ye know,  
You gave me might these stormy wynds to strain, or make to blow.  
He turned his sword when this was said, and through the hill he pushed  
And at that gap with throngs atones the wynds forth out they rushed.  
The whirlwinds to the land went out, and then to seas they flew,  
Both East and West, and from the sauds the waves aloft they threw.  
The stormy South again the clives the waters drive so high,  

A sudden storm.  That cables all began to crack, and men for dread to cry,  
Anon was taken from Troyans' eyes both sight and light of son  
And on the sea the grim dark night to close all in begun.  
The thunders roared, and lightning leapt full often on every side,  
There was no man but present death before his face espied.  
Aeneas than in every limb with cold began to quake,  
With hands up thrown to heavens aloft his moan thus 'gan he make.   

O ten times triple blessed men that in their parent's sight  
Before the lofty walls of Troy, did loose their lives in fight.  

Drowning is miserable.  O Diomedes, valiant lord, and guide of Greeks most stout  
Can I not of thy force have fallen and shed my life right out:  
In Trojan fields? where Hector fierce lieth under Achilles' lance  
King Serpedon and many a lord, how blissful was their chance?  
Whose bodies with their arms and shields in Simois waters sinks.  

A piteons' tempest.  As he thus spoke, the Northern blast his sails broke to the brinks,  
Unto the skies the waves them lift, their oars been all to torn,  
Away goth helm, and with the surge the ship side down is borne,  
In come the seas, and high as hills some hung in studs above,  
Some down the gaping water sends against the sands to shove.  
There three at ones the Sothern wind into the rocks hath cast  
(So they call stones that in the seas like altars lie full fast)  
And three the Eastern wind also (that pity it is to think)  
Out of the deep into the shoals, and quicksands made to sink.  
And one that men of Lycia land, and trusty Orontes held,  
Afore his face there fela sea that made the puppe to yield.  
And headlong down the master falls, and thrice the keel aground  
The water whirled, and at the last the wild sea swallowed round.  
Than might you see both here and there, men with their armour swim,  
The robes and painted pomp of Troy lay fleeting on the brim,  
And now the ships where Ilionee, and where Achates strong,  
And where as Abas went, and where Alethes living long,  
The wether had won, and through the ribs the seas came wonders fast:  

A friend in extremity.  When suddenly the god Neptune upsterte him all aghast.  
With wonder how so great a rage should hap to him untold,  
And forth his noble face he puts the waters to behold,  
There saw he how Aeneas ships through all the seas bespread,  
And Trojan folks ydrowned with flood, and storms falke over head.  
Anon the craft thereof he knew, and juno his sister's ire.  
Straight by their names he calls the winds, who than began retire.  
Are you so bold you blasts (quoth he) without my licence here  
The lands and skies and seas also with such a storm to steer?  
I will be quite: but first is best the floods to set in stay,  
And after this for your deserts be sure I shall you pay.  
In haste begone, go tell your king the seas is not his charge,  
But unto me that lot befell with mace threforked large.  
Not here, but in his caves of wind, his court go bid him keep.  
There let him if he list, you blasts enclose in prison deep.  

Obedience of waters.  This spoken: with a thought he makes the swelling seas to cease,  
And Sun to shine, and clouds to flee, that did the skies oppress.  
The Mermaids therewithal appears, and Triton fleets above,  
And with his fork they all the ships from rocks do softly move,  
Then lets he loose the perilous sands that ships a way may slide,  
And on the seaful smooth his chare with wheels he made to ride.  
And like as in a people stout when chanceth to betide  
The multitude to make a fray of wit full often wide,  
That stones, and weapons flies abroad, and what come furst to hand,  
Some sadman cometh, that for his right is loved of all the land:  
Anon they cease and silence make, and down they lay their rage,  
To hark at him, and he with speech their wood minds doth assuage.  
So fell this deadly fray at sea, when Neptune had controlled  
The waters wild, and through the seas his chare abroad had rolled.  
The men of Troy unto the shore that next was in their sight  

Their were driven to Africa,  Made haste to draw, and on the cost of Africa they light.   

Far in the shore there lieth an isle, and there besides a bay,  
Where from the channel deep the haven goeth in and out always.  
On either side the reaches hie, to heaven up climb to grow,  
And under them the still sea lieth, for there no breath can blow.  
But green wood like a garland grows, and hides them all with shade,  
And in the mids a pleasant cave there stands of nature made,  
Where sits the Nymphs among the springs in seats of moss and stone  
When ships are in, no Cables need nor anchors need they none.  
Then from the ship to walk a land Aeneas longid sore,  
And chose of all the number seven and brought with him to shore.  
There by a bank their weary limbs of salt sea did they stretch,  

Ease after travalle,  And first Achates from the flint a spark of fire did fetch,  
Which he received in matter meet, and dry leaves laid about.  
Than vitells out they laid a land, with seas well near ymarde.  
And corn to dry they set, and some with stones they bruised hard,  
There whilst Aeneas up the rock was gone to walk on high,  
To see where any ships of his astray he might espy,  
If Caicus' arms upon the sail, or Capis haps to show.  
No boat in sight, but on the shore three Hearts there stood arrow:  
And after them the heard behind along she valley fed.  
He stayed, and of his bow and bolts Achates strait him sped.  
The chief that highest bore their heads, adown with darts he kest,  
And to the woods he followed than with like pursuit the rest.  
He left them not till seven of them were fallen with bodies great,  
To match the number of his ships that now had need of meat.  
Than to the haven he doth the flesh among his men divide,  
And pipes of wine departed eke that was abourde that tide,  
Which good Acestes had them given when they from Scicile went.  
And than to cheer their heavy hearts with these words he him bend.  

Good comfort of a Captain.  O mates quoth he, that many a woe have bidden and borne ere this,  
Worse have we seen, and this also shall end when gods will is.  
Through Scylla rage (you wots) and through the roaring rocks we passed,  
Though Cyclops shore was full of fear, yet came we through at last.  
Pluck up your hearts and drive from thence both thought and fear away,  
To think on this may pleasure be perhaps another day.  
With pains and many a danger sore by sundry chance we wend,  
To come to Italia where we trust to find our resting end,  
And where the destiny's have decreed Troy's kingdoms eft to rise,  
Be bold, and harden now yourselves take ease when ease applise.  
Thus spoke he tho, but in his heart huge cares him had oppressed,  

Under the name of Aeneas is described in Virgil the part of a perfit wise man and valiant captain if ye mark it.  Dissymling hope with outward eyes, full heavy was his breast,  
Than all bestyrd them to the pray, the banquets 'gan begin,  
The skins from of the flesh they plucked, and eke thentrails within.  
Some cut their shares, and quaking yet on broochs 'gan to broil,  
Some blew the fire to burn, and some their cauldrons set to boil.  
Good cheer they made and fed them fast as on the grass they sat,  
With wine and victuals of the best, and read dear good and fat.  
When meat was done and hunger past, and trenchers up were take,  
Great search and talking for their friends that were behind they make.  
In hope and dread of them they stand, and whether a live they be  
Or what is else of them become, or shall they hem ever see.  
But chief good Aeneas did the case full sore lament  
Of stout Orontes and Amicus whom the seas had hent,  
And other whiles he sighed sore for Licus piteous fall,  
And mighty Gias and Cloanthus mourned he most of all.   

And now an end thereof therwas, when jove himself on high  
Beheld the seas where ships do sail, and broad londs under sky.  
And from the tops of heavens above he kest his eyes adown,  
And stayed to look on Afrique land and who there bore the crown.  
And unto him as to and fro his careful mind he cast:  
Came Venus in, and sad she was unlike her custom past.  
With tears about her eyes so bright she thus began to plain:  
O king (qd she) that over us all both gods and men dost reign  
For evermore, and with thy dints of lighting makest a fright:  
What hath my son Aeneas wrought or spoken again thy might?  
What hath the simple Troyans' done? that after torments all,  
From Italy to keep them of the world is made to small?  
Sometime ye said there should arise (when years were comen about)  
The men of Rome that of the line of Troy should be so stout,  
That seas and lands should to their rule both far and nigh suppress.  
What makes O mighty father now your will a way to dress?  
In hope thereof iwis I took the fall of Troy so light,  
And thought amendss should now be made and pleasure pain to quite  
But now I see the same mischance the poor men yet to chase.  
What end thereof shall we a wait at your almighty grace?  
Antenor through the mids of Greece had fortune safe to steal,  
And to Lyburnus kingdom came as destnye list to deal  
Even to the mids thereof, and head whereout Tymaws springs,  
Where issues nine the sea makes in, for noise the mountain rings.  
Yet for the men of Troy to devil a city bylt he there,  
Milan by name, and gave them laws and arms of Troy to bear.  
Now lieth he there in pleasant rest, no wight him doth disease,  
But we your stock whom to the stars of heaven admit you please:  
Our ships destroyed (I abhor to think) and for the cruel spite  
Of one alone, we be betrayed and spoiled of our right,  
Ne to the coasts of Italy for aught we can attain.  
Is this the father's love we find? so establish you my reign?  
The maker of the Gods and men to her all sweetly smiles  
With countenance such as from the skies the storms & clouds exiles.  
And sweetly kosthies daughter dear, and there withal he speaks:  
Fear not (qd he) thy men's good hap, for none their fortune breaks.  
Thy kingdom prospero shall, and eke the walls I thee behight:  
Thou shalt see rise in Lavyne land and grow full great of might.  

propheties spoken by jove to Venus of things that after ensued.  And thou thy son Aeneas stout to heaven shalt bring at last,  
Among the gods be sure of this, my mind is fixed fast.  
And now to thee disclose I shall (for sore I see thee doubt)  
The long discourse of destinies that years shall bring about.  
Great war in Italy have he shall, ere he the people wild  
May undertread, and learn to live, and than the city build.  
That summers three ere he shall sit as king them shall renew,  
And winters three, before he can the Rutyls all subdue.  
Than shall Ascanius (now a child) whose name Yulus height,  
(Was Ylus called when Troy's estate and kingdom stood upright)  
Till space of thirty years expire his kingdom shall obtain,  
And he from Lavyne shall translate the old state of the reign,  
And strongly fortify the town of Alba long shall he,  
Where whole three hundred years the stock of Hector kings shallbe.  
Till Ilia Queen, 
Romulus and Remus were nourished of a she Wolf.  with child by Mars two twins to light shall bring  
Whom wolves shall nurse, and proud thereof he grows that shallbe king.  
He Romulus shall take the rule, and up the walls shall frame  
Of mighty Rome, and Romans all shall call then of his name,  
No end to their estate I set, ne terms of time or place,  
But endless shall their empire grow and junos' cruel grace  
That now with fear the ground beneath turmoils, and eke the skies,  
Shall leave her wrath, and work with me, and take more sad advice,  
To love the Romans lords of peace, and people clad in gown.  
Let it be so: let time roll on, and set forth their renown.  
Then shall be borne of Trojan blood the emperor Caesar bright,  
Whose empire through the seas shall stretch and fame to heaven upright  
And julius his name it is of mighty jule derived:  
Him laden full of Eastern spoils by him in wars achieved:  
In heaven thou shalt bestow full glad, and vows men shall him height.  
Then down goth war, men shallbe mild, in arms shall not delight,  
Then truth and right and Roman gods shall sit with laws in hand,  
The gates of war with bolts and bars of hard steel fast shall stand.  
And therewithin on armour heaps sits battle rage, and wails  
With brazen chains a hundred bound, his wastling not avails.  
Thus much he said, and down anon the son of May he sent,  

Mercury the some of may.  That new Carthage, and all the costs of Africa should be bend  
The Troyans' to receive a land, jest Dido there the Queen  
Might from her shore expel them of, ere she the cause had seen.  
And down he flies him through the skies, with wings as swift as  
And on the land of Lyby stood, and did his father's mind. (wind  
With that the Moors laid down their rage (as god did bid) and eke  
The Queen herself 'gan turn, and to the Troyans' waxed meek.  
But good Aeneas all that night his mind about he tossed,  
And in the morning went him out to search and see the cost,  
To learn what land they were come to, what people dwelled thereon  
If men or salvage beasts it hold, for tiled he could see none.  
This would he know, and to his men the truth of all to tell.  
Therwhilest within a water cave his ships he made to devil,  
Whom trees & woods with shadows thick and eke the rock doth hide.  
Than forth he goth, and took but one Achates by his side.  
And lances two they bore in hand of metal sharp and light,  
And as they went amid the wood he met his mother right,  
Most like a maid in maiden's weed, she maiden's armour bears,  
As doth Harpalicee the Queen that horses wild outweares.  
So wight of foot, that Heber stream so swift she leaves behind,  
For hunterlike her how she bore, her locks went with the wind  
Behind her back, and tucked she was that naked was her knee.  
She called to them and said, good sirs, I pray you did you see  
To stray this way as ye have come, my sisters any one?  
With quiver bound that in the chase of some wild best are gone?  
Or with a cry pursueth a pace the foamy boar to pain?  
So Venus said, and Venus' son her answered thus again.  
None of thy sisters have I seen nor heard I thee assure  
O maid, what shall I make of thee, thy face I see so pure.  
Not mortal like, ne like mankind thy voice doth sound, I guess  
Some goddess thou art, and Phoebus' bright thy brother is doubtless,  
Or of the noble Nymphs thou comest, of grace we thee beseech  
What ever thou art, and help our need, and now vouchsafe to teach  
What land is this? what coast of heaven be we come under here?  
Where neither man nor place we know, so strayed we have in frre,  
Out of our course we have been cast with winds and floods yshake,  
Afore thine altars many a beast to offer I undertake.  
As for mine altars (qd she tho) no such estate I bear,  
The manner is of virgins here this short array to wear.  
In purple weed we use to walk with quiver light onbound,  
The realm of Africa here thou seest, and men of Tyrus ground.  
Here is the city of Agenor, fierce be the lands about,  
Queen Dido rules and wears the crown from Tyrus she came out  
And lately from her brother fled, the cause is long to lere.  
The story long, but touch I will the chief and leave it there.  
Sichaeus was her husband tho: the richest man of ground  
In all that coast, and deep (good heart) in love with her was drowned.  
For her to him her father gave a virgin yet ontwyght  
And to her brother came the crown of Tyrus than by right  
Pygmalion, a sinful wretch of all that ever reigned,  
Whom covetise did blind so sore, and rage of fury strained,  
That onaware, with privy knife before the altars pure  
He slew Sichaeus, and of his sister's love he thought him sure.  
And long he kept the deed in close, and she good soul full sad  
The crafty thief made wondrous means and tales her mind to glad.  
But in a dream (unburied yet) her husband came t'appear  
With visage pale, and wondrous hews, full deadly was his cheer  
And told her all, and wide his wound disclosing showed his breast  
How he before the altars was, for what intent oppressed.  
And had her flee the wicked soil ere worse might her befall.  
And treasure under ground he showed to help her therewithal,  
Both gold and silver plenty great unknown till than, and so  
This Dido did, and made her friends and ordained forth to go.  
Than such as for his wicked life the cruel tyrant hates,  
Or been afraid of him for aught, them gets out of the gates  
In ships that ready lay by chance, the gold with them they packed  
They spoiled also Pygmalion, this was a woman's act.  
Than passed they forth and here they came, where now thou shalt espy  
The hugy walls of new Carthage that now they rear so high.  
They bought the soil and Birsa it called when first they did begin,  
As much as with a bull hide cut they could enclose within.  
But what are you feign would I know, or what coast come ye fro?  
Where would you be? demanding thus he answered her onto.  
With sighing deep, and from his breast heavy his tale he fet.  
O lady mine (qd he) to tell if nothing did me let,  
And of our pains ye list to here the stories out at large:  
The day were short, and ere an end the sun would him discharge.  
Of ancient Troy (if ever Troy beside your ears hath past)  
Of thence be we: by sundry seas and coasts we have been cast.  
And now the tempest hath us brought to Lyby land by chance.  
My name Aeneas cleped is any country gods (taduaunce)  
In ships I bring: unto the stars well blazed is my fame.  
Of Italy I seek the land, and Ioues offpring I am  
A Trojan fleet I took to sea with twenty vessels wide,  
My mother goddess taught my way, as destiny did me guide.  
Now seven thereof do scant remain, the rest with wethers gone,  
And I unknown in wilderness here walk and comfort non.  
From Asia and from Europa quite thus driven I am: with that  
She could no longer bide him speak, but broke his tale thereat.  
What ever thou art (qd she) for well I wots the gods above  
Doth love thee much to save thy life to this place to remove.  
Go forth to yonder Palais strait, assay the Queen to see,  
For safe thy company a land be set believe thou me.  
And safe thy ships are come to shore, with Northern wind at will,  

An old superstition of bruination. by birds called augutium.  Unless my cunning fails me now whom wonted I was to skill.  
Behold the flock of six and six that yonder chéerly flies  
Of Swans, whom late an Eagle fierce did chase through all the skies.  
Now toward land, or on the land, they seem their course to keep,  
And as for joy of danger past their wings aloft they sweep  
With mirth and noise: right so thy men and all thy ships a row  
Be come to haven, or near the haven in safgard, this I know.  
Now get thee forth, and where the way thee ledes hold on thy pace.  
Scant had she said, and thérwithall she turned aside her face,  
As read as rose she 'gan to shine, and from her heavenly hear  
The flavour sprang, as Nectar sweet, down fell her kirtle there,  
And like a goddess right she fled. When he his mother witted,  
He followed fast and called (alas) what mean you, thus to list  
In feigned shapps so often to me begiling to appear?  
Why hand in hand embrace we not, and jointly speak and hear?  
Thus plaining sore he still his pace unto she city holds.  
But Venus as they went, a weed about them both she folds, 
Venus' enclosed them both in a cloud.   
Of mist and cloud and air so thick, that no man should them fyie  
Ne do them harm, nor interrupt, nor ask them who nor why.   

And eke himself among the lords of Greece he saw to be.  
And armies out of Ind there came and Memnon's black array,  
And from the realm of Amazon with throngs and targets gay  
Penthasilee Virago féers, amids the millions stands  
In armour girt, her pap set out with lace of golden bands,  
A Queen of war, though maid she be, with men she likes to try.  

She would bekowen for a woman.  While thus about this Trojan duke Aeneas led his eye.  
With marvel much, and earnest stood him still in one to view,  
To temple comes this Dido lo, the Queen so fair of hew  
Of lords and lusty younkers fine about her many a rout.  
Most like unto Diana bright when she to hunt goth out.  
Upon Eurotas banks, or through the copses of Cynthus hill  
Whom thousands of the lady Nymphs await to do her william.  
She on her arms her quiver bears, and all them overshynes,  
And in her breast the tikling joy her heart to mirth inclines.  
So Dido came, and freshly glad among the press she passed.  
And forward she their work set forth and cherly bids them haste.  
When she into the temple came, before the goddess gate  
Amidds her guard, her down she sat in seat of great estate.  
There justice, right and law she gave, and labours did divide  
In euquall parts, or else by lot let men their chance abide.  
When suddenly Aeneas seethe with great concourse to throng  
Both mighty Anteas and Serestus, and Cloanthus strong.  
And other Troyans' many one, whom wethers wide had spread  
And driven abroad in sundry sorts to divers coasts yled:  
Astoind with him Achates was, for joy they would have leapt  
To join their hands, but fear again them held and close ykept  
took nothing on, and through the cloud they hide, did all behold  
What chance they had, and where their ships and what shore might then hold  
What make they there, for men youlde of all the navy chief  
With cries into the temple came, to seek the queens relief.  
When they were in, and licence had before the Queen to speak,  
The greatest lord sir Ilionce, thus 'gan the silence break.  

The oration of Ilioneus to Dido.  O Queen to whoome is given of god to build this city new,  
And for your justice peoples proud and salvage to subdue:  
We Troyans' poor, whom through the seas all tempests tossid have,  
Beséeke your grace our silly ships from wicked fire to save.  
Have mercy upon our gentle stock, and graciously relieve  
Our painful case: we come not here with weapons you to green,  
To spoil the coast of Lyby land, nor booties hence to bear.  
We conquered men be not so bold, our pride need none to fear.  
There is a place the Greeks by name Hesperia do call  
An ancient land and stout in war, and fruitful soill withal  
Out from Enotria they came that furst did till the same,  
Now Italy men say is called so of the capteins name.  
To that our course was bend,  
When suddenly there rose at south a wind and tempest wood  
That toward shore enforced to fall, and so took on the flood,  
That in the rocks we be dispersed, we few this coast have caught.  
What kind of men be these of yours? what manners wild ytaught  
This country keeps? to lodge in sand we can not suffered be.  
They fight, and non to tread a land they can content to see.  
If mortal men you do despise and care for none in fight:  
Yet have respect to goods above that judge both wrong and right.  
We had a king Aeneas called, a juster was there none  
In virtue, nor in feats of war, or arms could match him one.  
Whom if the destinies keeps alive (if breath and air of skies  
He draws, nor yet among the ghosts of cruel death he lies)  
There is no fear it shallbe quit the favour now you show,  
You furst his kindness to provoke shall never repent I know.  
In divers isles some cities be that Trojan armour bears,  
Of Troyans' blood there is also Acestes crown that wears.  
Now give us leave our shaken ships to lay a land we pray,  
And timber to repair them eke, and oars to pass our way:  
That with our king if we can meet, and eke our fellows more:  
To Italy by your relief with glad cheer we may go.  
But if that comfort all be past, and mighty father thee  
The Lyby seas hath had, nor of Ascanius hope may we:  
Yet at the lest to Scicil isle, and seats that will not serve,  
From whence we came let us departed, and king Acestes serve.  
So said sir Ilionee, the rest of the Troyans' cried the same  
At ones with mumur great.   

Than Dido shortly full demure her eyes down set, and thus  
Cast of your care you Troyans', set your hearts at eas for us.  
Great need, and yet the raw estate of this my kingdom new,  
Compels me thus my coast to keep, and wide about me vietre.  
Who knows not of Aeneas? who? or hath not heard the name  
Of lusty Troy: and of the men and all that war the flame?  

The further from the son, the duller wits The common people imagined the son to be carried about in a charetwith horses.  We Moors be not so base of wit, ne yet so blunt of mind.  
Ne from this town the sun his steeds so far away doth wind.  
Go where you pleas, to Italy to old Saturnus fields,  
Or get you into Scicile land that king Acestes wéeldes.  
I will you help, and see you safe, and give you goods to go.  
Will you remain even here with me? can you content you so?  
This town is yours, I have it made, set up your ships anon:  
A Trojan and a Moor to me indifferent shallbe one.  
And would to god your king had happed this way also to bend,  
And were himself Aeneas here, forsooth I will out sand  
Along the coasts and wilderness, perhaps he may be found,  
Of anywhere in towns he strays, or woods of Afrique ground.  
With this the Troyans' comfort took, and now Achates strong,  
And lords Aeneas through the cloud to break they thought it long.  
Achates to Aeneas first him drew and to him said:  
Thou goddess son what meanest thou thus: how long shall we be stayed?  
All thing thou seest is safe and sure, our fleet, our friends, and all.  
We miss but one whom in the mids of studs we saw to fall  
And drowned, but in the rest I see your mother's tale is true.  
Scant had he spoke, and suddenly the cloud from them withdrew,  
And vanished into air alone, and left them bore in light.  
Aeneas stood and freshly shined, all men be hold him might,  
Most like a god with face and hue, for than his mother dear  
Set forth her son with shoulders fair, and comely shined his hear.  
And with a roset youth his eyes and countenance overcheard,  
And white as burnished ivory fine his neck and hands appeared,  
Full like as if the silver clear, or pearls are put in gold.  
Than to the Queen he steps, and said (all suddenly) behold  
He that you seek, lo here I am, Aeneas Trojan I:  
Escapid from the Lyby seas where lost I was wellnigh.  
O Queen that in our woes (alone) such mercy dost extend  
To us the poor remain of Troy, that wellnigh brought to an end  
By seas and lands are tossed and tired, of all thing bore and peld,  
Our town, our house, our peoples eke: you worthy thanks to yield  
It lieth not Dido in our power nor what is every where  
Of Trojan blood, not all that through the wide world scattered were.  
The almighty gods (if pity they regard, or if there be  
Of justice any whit, or soul that virtue loves to see)  
Do pay thy meed: what happy world forth such a treasure brought?  
What blessed father thee begat, and mother such hath wrought?  
While floods into the seas do run, while hills do shadows cast,  
And while the stars about the skies doth turn and tarry fast:  
Shall nevermore with me thy name thy praise and honour end,  
What land soever calth me to. So said, and than his friend  
Sir Ilionee by hand he took, and than Serestus strong,   

The Queen astoined 'gan to be, when first she saw the sight,  
And weighed the chance of such a lord, and thus her words she dight.  
Thou goddess son, what fortune thee through all these dangers drives?  
What force onto this cruel shore thy person thus arrives?  
Art thou not he Aeneas whom from Dardanus the king,  
Anchises got on Venus' high, where Simois doth spring?  
Ere this I well remember, how that Teucer from his reign  
Expulsed was, and to the town of Sidon flee was feign,  
Some help at Belus hand topteine, his kingdom to restore.  
Than ward my father Belus wide in Cypers land so sore,  
And conquered all and kept the state, that time I heard the fall  
Of Troy, and eke the name of thee, and kings rehearcid all.  
Their enemies of the Troyans' then great praise abroad did blow,  
And of the ancient race of Troy to come he would be know.  
Wherefore approach, and welcome all, my houses shall you host,  
For like mischance with labours sore, myself sometime hath tossed.  
And fortune here hath set me now, this land thus to subdue,  
By proof of pain I have been taught on painful men to rue.  
Thus talked she, and than Aeneas to her palace brought,  
When on their altars they had done such honours as they thought.  
Yet ceased not the Queen to sand unto his men that tied  
A score of bulls, and eke of brawns a hundred rough of hide,  
And with the dams a hundred more of lambs both good and fat,  
The gladsome gifts of god.  
The inner court was all beset with riches round about,  
And in the mids the feasts they 'gan prepare for all the rout,  
With precious clotheses and cunning wrought, & proudly enbrodred wide.  
And on the boards the mighty piles of plate there stood beside,  
Whereon was graven in golden work the stories all by row,  
And deeds of lords of antic fame a long discourse to know.  
Aeneas than (for in his mind could love not let him rest)  
His friend Achates for his son Ascanius hath him dressed  
Onto the ships, and bade him tell the news, and bring him there  
As fast as may, for in Ascanius fixed was all his fear.  
And gifts with him he bade to bring from Troy destroyed yfet.  
A royal pal, that all with gold and stones was overset,  
And eke a rob with borders rich, sometime it was the weed  
Of Helen bright, when Paris her from Grece to Troy did léede.  
Her mother Leda's gift it was, a wondrous work to view.  
A sceptre eke that Ihonee king Priam's daughter true  
Was wont to bear, and more a brooch that from her neck went down  
With precious pearls, and double set of fine gold eke a crown.  
Thief things to fet Achates haste onto the navy makes.  
But Venus strange devices new, and counsels new she takes,  
That Cupid shall the face and hew of sweet Ascanius take, 
Venus transformeth Cupid her son into the likeness of Ascanius.   
And bear the presents to the Queen her heart a fire to make  
With fervent love, and in her bones to fling the privy flame.  
Suspect she doth the Moors, that have of double tongue the name,  
And junos' wrath her frets, and in the night her care returns.  
Therefore she thus exhorteth her son Cupid that lovers burns.  
My son, that art my stay alone, my great renown and might,  
My son, that of the thonderblastes of high jove setst but light,  
How through the seas Aeneas my thy brother hath been thrown  
By cruel junos' wicked wrath, to thee is not unknown.  
And often mourned with me thou hast therefore, but so it is,  
With Dido Queen he lodgeth now, and fair he flattered is.  
But whereto junos' Inns will turn, is matter hard to know,  
In such a time of danger great thou mayst not be to slow.  
Wherefore preventing all mischance, I list to work a wile,  
And with the flame of love I mean the Queen now to beguile.  
Jest by some misadventure bade her mind she haply turn,  
But for Aeneas love with me somedeal I like she burn.  
And how this thing ywrought shallbe, give ear and know my mind.  
Now goth the child, my chiefest care unto his father kind  
Into the town, and from the seas the presents forth he brings  
That from the flames of burning Troy was kept as worthy things  
Him purpose I a sleep to make, and into high Cythere,  
Or to my seats in Ida mount, all onaware to bear,  
That from this craft he may be far, ne let herein do make  
Thou for a night, and not beyond, his form and figure take  
Her to beguile, and of a child thou child put on the face,  
That when within her lap the Queen thee gladly shall embrace,  

Wantonness after good fare.  Among the royal pomp of meat and wine of Bacchus' bliss,  
And clips thee sweet, and on thy lips doth préesse the pleasant kiss:  
Disperse in her the secret flame and poison sweet inspier.  
Love doth obey, puts of his wings, and after her desire  
Puts on Ascanius' shap forthwith, and like the same he went.  
But Venus on Ascanius sweet a restful slumber cast,  
And in her bosom up she bears, and forth with him she passed  
To Ida woods, where beds of Time and Maioram so soft,  
And lusty flowers in gréenewod shade him breaths and comforts often.  
And now is Cupid on his way, Achates with him yeid,  
The royal presents to the court they bore as they were bid.  
When in they came, the Queen her set in chair on carpet gay,  
Of kingly state, with hangings rich in gold and proud array.  
And now the Lord Aeneas eke and youth of Trojan rout  
Together came, in purple seats bestowed they were about.  
The waiters gave the waters sweet, and princely towels wrought,  
And eke the bread in sundry guise on basketts fine they brought.  
And fifty ladies far within there was, that had the charge  
Of all the feast to be set forth, and fires on altars large.  
A hundred more to wait and carve, and like of age and trade  
A hundred gentlemen, the boards with dainty fare to lad.  
And many lords of Moors among, at every board to dine  
Came in, and wéere commanded sit on pictured carpets fine.  
They wondered at the presents there, they wondered at jule,  
His countenance quick, and well that god his eyes and tongue could rule:  
But specially the Queen was caught in marvel to behold  
Upon the child, upon the pall, the gifts and rob of gold.  
No sight her eyes could draw there from, and as she looked more:  
The more she fell into the flame, that after pain her sore.  
But chief to the noble boy she moves, who in a while  
When he his father false with love and kissing did beguile:  
Onto the Queen he drew, and her with eyes and breast and all  
About her neck embraceth sweet, and whole on her doth fall.  
She on her lap sometime him sets, good Dido nothingh knows  
How great a god upon her sits, what cares on her he throws.  
He thinking on his mother's art, by small and small doth make  
The Queen forget her husband dead, and him from mind to shake.  
And where of love she nothing feels her heart she kept so true:  
Her wonted heat and old desires he steereth and doth renew.  
When men from meat began to rest, and trenchers up were take,  
Great bowls of wines along they set, and crowns on them they make.  
Great cheer in all the chambers wide, of noise the hall it rings,  
And tapers toward night they burn high hanged with golden strings.  
And with the light of torches great the dark of drive atones.  
The Queen commands a mighty bowl of gold and precious stones  
To fill with wine, whom Belus king and all king Belus line  
Was wont to hold, than through them all was silens made by sign.   

O jove, qd she, for thou of hosts and gests both great and small  
Men say the laws hast put: give grace I pray, and let us all  
Both Moors and also Troyans' hear this day for good be met,  
That all our offspring after us this time in joy may set.  
Now Bacchus' maker of the mirth, good juno goddess dear,  
And you O Moors go do your best thief Troyans' for to cheer.  
Thus said she, and when the grace was done, the bowl in hand she sipped,  
And in the liquor sweet of wine her lips she scantly dipped:  
But onto Bitias she it reached with charge, and he anon  
The foamy bowl of gold upturnde, and drew till all was gone.  
Than all the lords and states about: And on his golden harp  
jopas with his bushy locks in sweet song 'gan to carp,  
Of stories such as him had taught most mighty Atlas old.  
The wandering Moon, and of the Son the daily toil he told.  

Songs of astronomy for princes  How mankind was begun and beast, wherhens the fire and showers  
Proceeds, and how the stars arisen and fallen in certain hours.  
The wain, the plough stars, & the seven that storms and tempest loures.  
What means the son that to the seas he westward hieth so fast  
In winter days, and why the nights so short in summers waist.  
The Moors with cries cast up their hands, so doth the Troyans' eke,  
And all that night of them the Queen new talk began to seek.  
Full often of Priam would she know, of Hector often enquéeres,  
In what array Aurora's son came in, she gladly heres.  
What horses Diomedes brought, how great Achilles was  
She learned all to soon, and of long love she bibs (alas)  
And from the first (qd she) my gest, vouchsafe I pray to tell  
The treasons of the Greeks, and how your town and people fell.  
And of your chance and travails all, for thus these seven year  
About the lands and all the seas thou wanderest as I here.   
DEO GRACIAS.  
Per Thomaem Phaer, 25. Maij finitum. Inchoatum 9 eiusdem. 1555. in foresta Kilgerran Southwallie. Opus 11. dierum.   

¶ The second book of the Aeneidos of Virgil.  
The Argument.  
¶ Aeneas at the request of Dido, declareth the destruction of Troy, which was after this manner. The Greeks in the tenth year of their sledge, when their force was quailed, and distrustinge their own abititie: fell unto crafts, and subtleties, and counterfeiting a flight the night before the town was burned: hide themselves in the isle of Tenedos, leaving in the Trojan fields a wooden horse of such inesteemable bigness, that it could not be received in at the City gates, and in his womb they enclosed the most valiant soldiers of all their nobiliti. The Troyans' persuaded partly through the subtlety of SINON, and partly afraid by LAOCONS' punishment: pull down part of their town wall, and so bring in this horse into their Castle. But in the dead time of the night the Graetians returning from Tenedos entered into the city through the same breech which was made to bring in the Horse. SINON openeth the womb of the Horse and letteth forth the armed men, who immediately spoil all with fire, and sword. Whiles these things were doing, Aeneas is warned in his dream by Hector to provide for himself by flight, and to deliver his country Gods from the fire. But he preferring an honourable death, before a cowardly flight: in vain betaketh him to arms, wherein at the first assault the Troyans' had the upperhand, until, following the counsel of Choroebus, they put on Greekish armour, and so one of them slew another. Then Priamus palace is besieged, and Priamus slain by Pyrrhus, Achilles' son. Thus, when Aeneas had assayed all things in vain, when he was now quite out of hope: betaketh the relics to his father Anchises, and taking him up on his shoulders, with Ascanius his son, and Creusa his wife: committeth himself to flight. The Graetians follow fast after, and in that tumult he lost his wife Creusa, upon occasion to seek whom, when as he wandered about all the town: he met with her ghost, who certified him that she was dead. He returns again to his company, whether as now were come together a great numbered of men & women, ready to follow him whether so ever he would carry them.  

THey whusted all, and fixed with eyes ententive did behold.  
When Lord Aeneas where he sat from high bench thus he told.  
A doleful work me to renew (O Queen) thou dost constrain,  
To tell how Greeks the Trojan wealth, & lamentable reign  
Did overthrow, which I myself have seen and been apart  
No small thereof, but to declare the stories all: what heart  
Can of the Greeks or soldier one of all Ulysses rout  
Refrain to weep? and now the night with high heaven goth about,  
And on the Skies the falling Stars do men provoke to rest:  
But if such great desire to know, such longing have your breast  
Of Troy the latter toil to here, to speak or yet to think  
For all that it my mind abhors, and sorrows make me shrink:  
I will begin. Forsaken of Gods, and tired with wars at last,  
The Lords of Greeks, when all in vain so many years had passed,  

Pallas goddess of wisdom and invention, whom the Greeks and Trojans did honour.  A Horse of tree by Pallas art most like a Mount they frame  
With timber bourds, and for a vow to leave they blow the fame.   

There is an isle in sight of Troy and Tenedos it height,  
A wealthy land while Priam's state and kingdom stood upright,  
But now a bay, and harbour bad for ships to lie at road,  
To that they went, and hide them close that none was seen abroad.  
We thought them gone, and with the wind to Greece to have been fled.  
Therefore all Troy for ease of labours long, abroad them spread,  
With open gates they run to sport, and Greeskih camps to see,  
And places long of soldiers kept whereof they now be free.  
Here lay the men of Dolop land, here fierce Achilles fought,  
Here stood their ships, and here to try were wont the armies stout.  
Some gased at the straungy gift that there to Pallas stood,  
And wondered at the Horse so great: and furst for council good,  
Tymetes straight would into town and market have it brought,  
God wot if craft or whither so of Troy the fortune wrought.  
But Capis and a few beside that wiser were of skill,  
Bade throw the Treasons of the Greeks and gifts suspected ill  
Into the seas, or with a fire maked to burn outright,  
Or hue the ribs and search within what thing yhid be might.  
The commons into sundry wits divided were and stood,  
Till from the town Laocon came in haste as he were wood,  
And after him a number great, and ere they 'gan to throng  
He cried, O wretched citizens, what rage is you among?  
Believe ye gone the Greeks? or do you think that any gifts  
Of them be good? so know you well that false Ulysses drifts?  
In this tree (for my life) is hid of Greeks an hideous rout,  
Or this is but an engine made to scale our walls without:  
And suddenly to slip them down and on the city fall,  
Or other worse devise there is, take heed ye know not all.  
What ever it is, I fear the Greeks, and trust their gifts as small.  
He said, and with a courage good his mighty spear he drives  
Against the side beneath his ribs, that where it hits it clives.  
It shakes aloft, and still it stood that through the belly round  
The vaults within and crooked caves of noise did all rebound.  
And if the will of Gods had not: had not our hearts been blind:  
Enough was done all up to break, and all the craft to found,  
And Troy thou shouldst have stand as yet, and Priam's towers have shined.   

Behold the shepherds in this while a youngman have ycaught,  

caused himself of purpose to betaken.  And pinioned with his hands behind unto the king him braught.  
That for the nonce had done himself by yielding to be take  
To compass this, and to the Greeks, Troy open wide to make.  
A fellow fly, and stout of mind, and bend in both to try,  
To win by guile, or if he fail, with certain death to die.  
On every side about him drew the Trojan youth to see,  
And some of them to scorn him 'gan, but now take heed to me:  
You shall perceive the treasons false of Greeks, and of this one:  
Conjecture all.  
For as unarmed in the mids all vexed there he stood,  
And with his eyes on Trojan men did look with piteous mood:  
Alas (qd he) what ground may me, 
Sinon's lamentation.  what sea may me receive?  
What shall I caitif miser do? what hope may I conceive?  
That neither with the Greeks dare bide, and now the Troyans' here,  
(As worthy is) my blood to shed for vengeance do requéere.  
With mourning thus our minds 'gan turn, our force we left alone  
And bad him tell what man he was, what meant he thus to moan,  
What news he had he should express, and forth his mind to break.  
He at the last set fear a side, and thus began to speak.  
All thing (qd he) oh king, what ever it is I will confess,  
Nor me a Greek I can deny among them borne doubtless.  
This first: for though that fortune falls hath Sinon captive brought,  

A fine dissimuler.  Yet liar shall she never make, nor feign or flatter aught.  
In speech if ever to your ears the name of Palamede  
Hath come, and of the glory great that of his fame did spread.  
Whom by a treason false the Greeks in spite by wicked law  
Vngiltie did condemn (alas) for he from war did draw  
To death him put, 
He took up on him to be kinsman to Palamedes a Graecian that always did favour the Troyans',  and now him dead they morn to have again.  
His squire I was and kinsman near, my father (to be plain)  
To him for poverty me put in arms my youth to frame,  
Whiles yet his kingdom stood outwight and (truth to say) some name  
And honour eke we bore with men: but when through false envy  
The wicked wretch Ulysses had betrayed and done him die:  
For woe my life in corners dark, and wailing forth I drew,  
Lamenting sore the fall of mine unguilty friend so true.  
And fool I could not hold my peace, but if that fortune served,  
If ever to my country come I might, as he deserved  
With him I threatened to be quite, and great things did I crack.  
Here was the cause of all my woe, this did Ulysses make  
New crimes against me to invent, and 'cause me be suspect  
To all the camp, as one by Troy of treason than infect.  
Nor would not rest till Calchas had by his ungracious wit,  
But what do I rehearse these things to show that be not fit?  
If all the Greeks in one estate you hate, if I it witted  
It is enough: you have me here, take vengeance if you list,  
Ulysses and Atridas twain great goods for that would spend.  
Than kindled be we more to know the circumstance and end,  
Not thinking of so great a craft, and Greeks devise so fell.  
All trembling on his cale he goth with feigned heart to tell.  
Full often the Greeks would have been gone, and Troy have left at last,  
For weary of the war they were, that long in vain had passed.  
And gone they had: but often times rough seas, and cruel tide,  
And winter storm, and sothernwinde them stayed and made to bide,  
But chief when this timber horse was raised and stood on ground.  
Such noise among the clouds was hard that all the skies did sound.  
Euripilus to Phoebus strait for council all amaasd  
We sent, and he returning home this heavy answer blaasd.  
With blood (O Greeks) ye won the winds and with a virgin slain,  
When first the seas to Troy ye took, 
Agamemnon slew his daughter to have goodwind.  and now through blood again  
Seek to return, a Greekish soul for wind you must bestow.  
That word when to the commons ears was soon abroad yblow,  
All men aghast, and trembling fear on every person falls  
To think who now this death should die, and whom Apollo calls.  
Ulysses here his time espied, and Calchas forth he drew  
The prophet great, and him before the states of Greeks anéew   

Another monster worse than this, and worse to dread, our eyes  
Amasid made, and quite from doubt confounds our hearts so wise.  
For as by chance that time a priest to Neptune chosen new,  
Laocoon a mighty bull on the offering altar slew:  
Behold from Tenedos aloof in calm seas through the deep  

Laocon that smote the worse was billed with his children by serpents.  (I quake to tell) two serpents great with foldyngs great do sweep.  
And side by side in dragons wise, to shore their way they make.  
Their heads above the stream they hold, their fierred manes they shake,  
The salt sea waves before them fast they shoven, and after trails  
Their ugly backs: and long in links behind them drag their tails.  
With rushing noise the some upsprings, and now to land they passed  
With blood read looks, and glistering fires their sparkling eyes out cast,  
Where hissing out with spirting tongues their mouths they licked for ire,  
We dead almost for fear do flee, they strait with one desire  
On Lacon set, and first in sight his tender children twain  
Each one they took, and winding wraps their tender limbs to strain,  
And gnawing them with greedy mouths (poor wretches) fed they fast.  
Than he himself to their defence with drawn sword making haste,  
In hold they caught, and wrething gripped his body about at twice,  
And twice his throat with rolls they girt themselves in compass wise,  
And than their heads and skalebright necks him over aloft they lift;  
When from their knots himself to ontwine, with hands he sought to shifted,  
Their poisons rank all over him runs, and loathsome filth out flies.  
Therewith a grisly noise he casts, that mounts up to the skies.  
Likewise as from the mortal stroke some woundid bull at stake,  
The slaughtering axe hath fled by chance, and roaring loud doth make.  
But they anon the dragons twain all gliding swift their leapt,  
And to the goddess sacred seat in Pallas temple crept,  
There underneath her shield and feet they couching close them kept.   

Than trembling fear through all our hearts was spread, & wonder new  
We think how Lacoon for sin was paid with vengeance dew,  
For hurting of that holy gift, whom he with cursed spear  
Assailid had, and worthy was (men said) that plague to bear.  
Bring in the holy horse they cry, this goddess wrath to appease,  
And her of mercy great beseek.  

They open their walls to bring in the horse  Than wide abroad we break the walls, away through them we make.  
With courage all men fall to work, some sort doth undertake,  
His feet on sliding wheels to slip, some thwart his neck begin  
The cables bind, and on the walls now climbs the fatal gin.  
With armour freight, about him runs of boys and girls the skull  
With songs and himpnes, and glad goth he that hand may put to pull.  
It enters, and a front the town it slides with threatening sight.  
O country soil? O house of gods? thou Ilium, O the might  
Of doughty Trojan walls in war, for there four times a ground  
It swayed, and four times through the womb was harness hard to sound.  
Yet we went on, and blind with rage our work we would not let,  
But in this cursed monster brought, by Pallas tower to set.  

Cassandra a prophetess douphter to king Priam.  Than prophecies aloud to preach Cassandra nothing spares  
As god inspired, but never of us believed who nothing cares.  
And wretches we that never day beside that day should bide,  
The temples strewed, and through the town great feasting made the tide.   

This while the firmament doth turn, and dark night up doth rise,  
And overhides with shadow great both lones, and seas, and skies,  
And falsehood of the Greeks withal and now along the walls  
The weary Trojans laid at rest, the dead sleep on them falls.  
When with their fleet in goodly array the Greekish armies soon  
From Tenedos were come (for than full friendly shone the Moon)  
In silens great their wonted shore they took, and than a flame  
Their Amral ship for warning showed, when kept all gods to shame  
Sir Sinon out by stealth him stirs, and wide he sets abroad  
His horse's paunch, and he disclosid strait laith out his load,  
Thersander, Stelenus, and false Ulysses, captains all,  
And Athamas, and Thoas eke, by long ropes down shey fall.  
Neptolemus Achilles brood, Machaon chief of pride,  

The inventor of the horse was in it himself.  And Menelae with numbers more full gladly forth they slide:  
And he himself Epeus there this mischief first that found,  
The town invade they do forthwith: in sleeps and drinking drowned.  
They slew the watch, and than the gates broad up they break, and stands  
Their fellows ready to receive, and thick they join their bands.   

That time it was, when slumber first and dead sleep deep oppressed  

Midnighter.  On weary mortal men doth creep, through god's gift sweet at rest.  
Unto my sight (as dream I did) all sad with doleful cheer  
Did Hector stand, and large him weep with sobs I might well here,  
With horses haled, as bloody drawn sometime he was in dust,  
And all to swollen his worthy feet where through the thongs were thrust.  
Alas to think how sore beraied, how from that Hector sore  
He changed was, that in Achilles' spoils came home before,  
Or when among the ships of Greece the fires so fierce he flung.  
But now in dust his beard bedaubed, his hair with blood is clung.  
With naked wounds, that in defence of Trojan walls sustained  
He often had: and me to weep for pity woe constrained,  
With heavy voice me thought I spoke, and thus to him I plained.   


Aeneas to Hector in vision.  O light of Troy, O Trojan hope at need that never failed,  
What country thee so long hath kept? what cause hath so prevailed?  
That after slaughters great of men, thy town, thy people tired,  
With sundry pains and dangers past, thee long (so sore desired)  
At last we see? what chance unkind thy face before so bright  
Hath made so foul alas? and why of wounds I see this sight?  
He nothing hereto spoke, nor me with vain talk long delayed,  
But heavy from his breast he fet his deep sight, than he said.  
Flee flee thou goddess son, alas, thyself save from these flames,  
The walls are won (qd he) the Greeks of Troy pull down the frames.  
For Priam and our country dear our duty is done, if hand  
Or man's relief might Troy have kept, by this hand had it stand.  
And now religions all to thee with Gods doth Troy betake,  
New fortune thou and they must seek: thou unto them shalt make  
Moore mighty walls, when through the seas long journeys hast thou take.  
So said, and with his hands me thought he from their altars drew  
The mighty gods, and all their fires ay lasting out he threw.   

By this time divers noise abroad through all the town is stéerd,  
And wailinges loud, and more and more on every side appéerd.  
And though my father Anchises house with trees encompassed round  
Stood far within, yet brim we hear the noise, and armours sound.  
Therewith I woke, and up the tower I climb by stairs on high.  
And laid mine ear, and still I stood about me round to spy.  
And even as fire in boisterous wind some country ripe of corn  
Doth burn, or as a mountain flood with great force down hath borne  
The grain, the grass, the toil of men, that ploughs & beasts have wrought,  
And trees it headlong draws withal, for stones it forceth naught,  
The ploughman wailing from the rock beholds and hears the sound:  
Right so this woeful sight I saw, and Greekish treasons found.  
And now the great house down was fallen by fire that wild doth fly  
Of Deiphoebus furst, and next, his neighbour burns on high  
Vcalegon, and shores and strands with blasings shines about.  
And shrieking shouts of people rise, and trumpets blown are out.  
Amasid I mine armour took, nor what to do I wust,  
But headlong ran, and through the throngs to fight I thought to thruff.  
And to the castleward I hied more aid to call me nigh.  
With anger wood, and fair me thought in arms it was to die.  
Behold where skaping from the Greeks, and through their weapons past  
Doth Panthus run, that of the tower was Phoebus' priest, and fast  
His relics with his conquered gods he hare, and him beside,  
His nephew small he haling drew, and swift to shoreward hied.  
Panthus? where goth the worst: what shift: what tower is best we take?  
Scant had I said, when he all 'straught in cries this voice out broke.   

Our utter hour is comen alas, fell destiny's death hath brought.  
We have been Troyes when Ilium was, our glories great to naught  
The spiteful gods have overturnd our pomp, our town, our towers,  
The city burns, and who but Greeks are lords of us and ours.  
The hugy horse abroad his men in harness pourith out,  
And Sinon over all triumphs, and fires he throweth about  
With conquest wide, and every gate is filled with people's armed,  
With thousands such as out of Greece so thick they never swarmed:  
The straits in every street they keep, the ways with weapons pight,  
And stout in ranks they stand with steel fast bend to death in fight:  
Scant doth the watch that keep the towers, resist with feeble might.  
This when I heard, no longer hold myself I could, but right  
Into the flames and weapons flew, where most resenibling hell  
Men roaring made, and where with cries to heaven the people yell.  
Than Ripheus himself adjoind, and mighty most with lance  
Came Iphitus unto my side, by moonlight met by chance.  
And Hipanis, and Dimas eke, and about me flock they more,  
With young Choroeb duke Migdons' son, that few days than before  
To Troy was come, Cassandra's love with wood desire to win:  
And succour than for Priam brought to assist her Trioan kin.  
Unhappy man, that what his spouse him raving told in trance:  
Would not regard.  

Aeneas to his company about him.  Whom as I saw to battle bend, thus bold me cluster about:  
I thus began. O lusty youth of valiant hearts and stout,  
In vain, if into dangers most attempting after me  
You mind to roonne, the state of things and fortune here ye see:  
The temples left and seats alone, and altars quite forsake,  
The Gods whereby this empire stood are gone, you undertake  
A city burned to seek to save, what shall we do? but die  
Like men, and in the mids of arms and weapons let us fly.  
One chief relief to conquered men is desperately to try.   

When this the young men heard me speak, of wild they waxid wood,  
And than like wolves whom hunger drives to ravin for their food,  
In cloudy mists abroad to range, their whelps with hungry jaws  
Them bides at home, and they for rage do run to feed their maws.  
Even so through thick and thin we flung, through foes and weapons pight  
To doubtless death, right through the streets encompassed all with night.  
Who can the slaughters of that night with tongue declare? or wh●…  
With worthy tears can tell the toil that death men drove unto?  
The city falleth that ancient long and many a year the crown  
Hath borne, and every street is strewed with bodies beaten down,  
And heaps in every house there lieth, and temples all are filled  
With bodies dead, and not alone the Troyans' poor are killed.  
Sometime when tyrid been their hearts their manful stomachs steereth,  
And down their conquerors they quell, on every side apéeres  
The fearful dread, and wailing wide, and face of death at hand.   


Androgeos a Greek.  There furst against us of the Greeks with men a mighty band  
Androgeos us met, and thought his contreymen we were.  
All on ware, and like a friend he called us void of fear.  
Set forward sirs: what trifling thus so long you linger makes?  
When other men the burning town doth sack, our fellows takes  
The spoils of Troy while you for flouth scant from your ships can pass.  
He said, and strait (for answer non that liked him given there was)  
All suddenly amids his foes himself betrapped he knew,  
He shrank therewith, and stopped his tale, and foot he backward drew,  
As one that unbethought hath happed some snake among the briars  
To tread, and quickly starting back with trembling fear retires,  
When swollen with angry teéne he seeth his blue neck bend upright.  
So quaking when Androgeos us speed, he took his flight.  
But we pursued, and thick with arms them all encompassed round  
On every side, and them affrayed (and nothing knew the ground)  
We overthrew, and fortune's luck our first assay succéedes.  

Young men proud of the first good luck.  For joy whereof, triumphing fierce Choroebus nothing dréedes,  
Now mates (qd he) where fortune first hath showed relief, and where  
Our valiant hands our aid hath well begun, proceed we there.  
And let us change our shields with Greeks, & armed in Greeks array:  
Let us set on, what skills it force or falsehood enemies slay?  
Our enemies lo their weapons yéeldes against themselves to fight,  
So said, and on his head he puts Androgeos helmet bright,  
And with his gorgebus shield himself he clad full gay to bear,  

Policy in aparaunce,  And on his side the Greekish sword he comely girt did wear.  
So Ripheus, so Dymas doth himself, and therewithal  
The youth of Troy with Greekish spoils them decks both great & small.  

God led them.  Than mixed among the Greeks we gone, ourselves us doth not guide,  
And many a skirmish sore that night we blindly fought and tried.  
And many a Greeks to Hell we sent, some other away for fear  
To shipboard ran, and some to shores with coursing here and there.  
Some foul afraid their hugy horse again do clime, and take  
Their wont seats, and in his paunch their harbrow old they make  
Alas, what may mankind prevail when gods him doth forsake?   

Behold, where haeld by hear and head from Pallas temple sure,  
King Priam's daughter drawn we see Cassandra virgin pure.  
And up to Heaven in vain for help her glistering eyes she cast,  
Her eyes: for than her tender hands with bolts were fettryd fast.  
That sight Choroebus raging wood could not him hold to see,  

Passion of love and wrath.  But even among the mids he leapt, with will to die, and we  
Him after sued, and thick in throngs of arms ourselves we thirst.  
There from the temples top aloft, with Troyans' weapons furst  
Our own men us did whelm, where doth most piteous slaughter rise,  
Our armours falls mistake, and Greekish shields deceived their eyes.  

Craft hath ill end.  Than all the Greeks when from them take the virgin was, for ire  
By flocks on every side with cries invade as wild as fire.  
Atridas twain, and Ajax chief, and eager in armies stout,  
And after them their battles all, and youth of Dolop rout.  
None otherwise than when sometime the whirlwinds out are braced.  
And sundry storms from sundry coasts are met, and struggling fast:  
Conflicts, both est, and west, and south, that woods with cracking quakes,  
And Neptune's fork the foamy seas from botoms wild up rakes.  
And they also whom through the dark, that night we chased had,  
And overcame by chance before: they first with courage glad  
Appeared in sight, and first our shields and armours falls escried.  
They knew, and marking by our sounds our several tongues espied.  
There down by heaps the numbered us threw, Choroebus first of all  
At mighty Pallas seat of Peneleus' hand doth fall.  
And fall doth Ripheus to ground, the justest man that was  

God's will must be doen.  Of Trojan kind, and one that most of right and law did pass.  
But god of them did otherwise than dispose: and them beside,  
Both Hipanis, and Dimas eke were lost and slain that tide.  
Their own men through them weapons threw, nor thee oh Panthus pure  
Thy virtues great, nor Phoebus' crown, from death could then assure.  
Yet by the flames extreme I swear that all Troy brought to dust,  
At your decays I witness take (if truth protest I must)  
I never man ne weapon shunned of Greeks, ne from you swerved,  
If gods will were: my death I sought, and sure my hand deserved.   

Than out we broke, both Iphitus and I, and Pelias kind,  

The great assault at the kings palais  The one for age, the other Ulysses wound made come behind.  
And by the cries to Priam's court our king forth with inclined.  
There now the battle great was up, as if no place else where  
Had felt of war, as die did none through all the town but there.  
So raging Mars and Greeks up run to houses tops we see,  
And posts pulled down and gates up broke beset, that none should flee.  
The walls with scaling ladders laid, and stulps of scaffolds high,  
And up by stairs they climb, and back they drive the darts that fly  
With shields: and battilmentes above in hands they catch and hold.  
Against them Troyans' down the towers and tops of houses rolled,  
And rafters up they reave, and after all attempts, at last  
Those tools for shift at death extreme, to fend themselves they cast.  
The golden beams, their ancient father's frames of comely sight  
They tomblid down, some other alow with weapons pointed bright  
At gates and every door doth ward, and thick in ranks they stand.   

Anon the palace of our king to help we took in hand,  
Our aid to put, and add relief to men with labours spent.  
A wail there was, and through the same by postern gate there went  
An entry blind, that secret served Priam's lodgings wide.  
Wherethrough sometime when yet in state their kingdoms did abide,  
Full often Andromache was wont herself alone to pass  
Unto the king and Queen her father and mother in law that was.  

Andromache was Hector's wife.  And young Astyanax her child his graunsier to she brought.  
Therethrough I scope, and up the tops of houses hie I passed,  
Where down the silly Troyans' darts in vain for fainting cast.  
A tower that steep upright did stand and high to skies up reared  
Above the roofs from whence all Troy full broad in sight appeared,  
And whence the ships and camps of Greeks & tents in times of wars  
Men wont were to view, that tower with gins and mighty bars  
We underheaved, and where the joints and timber beams it bound,  
Beneath together at ones we lift, at last it loose from ground  
We shogged, and with the shog for heft, with rattling noise and fall  
Down over along the Greeks it light, and far and wide withal  
Great slaughter makes, but other up steps for them, nor stones this while  
Nor kinds of weapons cease thereon.   


Pyrrhus' the son of Achilles.  Before the porch all ramping first at thentry door doth stand  
Duke Pyrrhus in his brazen harness bright with burnished brand.  
And glistering like a serpent shines whom poysonid weeds hath filled.  
That lurking long hath under ground in winter cold been held.  
And now his cote of cast all fresh with youth renewed and pride  
Upright his head doth hold, and swift with wallowing back doth glide  
Bresthigh against the sun, and spits with tongues threforked fire.  
And hugy Periphas with him, with him Achilles' squire  
Antomedon, his masters steeds that wont was to chase,  
Than all the youth of Scyrie land ensues, and to the place  
They enter thick, and fierce about on houses hie they fling.  
Himself in hand among the chief a twyble great doth bring.  
And therewithal he through the gates and doors with dints doth drive,  
And down the brazen posts doth pull and timber planks doth clive.  
And now the bars a sunder braced, and joists up hewed doth fall,  
An entry broad, and window wide, is made now through the wall.  
There houses far within appears and hals are laid in light,  
Aperes king Priam's parlours great that ancient kings had dight.  
And harneyst men they see to stand at thentry doors to fight.   


A wonder full brief description of a city invaded.  But the inner lodgings all with noise and woeful wailing sounds,  
With bouncing thick and alarms loud the buildings all rebounds.  
And howling women shouts, and cries the golden stars do smite.  
Than wandering here & there with dréed through chambers wide affright  
The mothers clip their country posts, and kissing hold with might.  
But Pyrrhus with his father's force on presseth, neither walls  
Nor keepers him thereout can hold, with rams and engines falls  
The portal posts and thresholds up are thrown and doors of halls,   

Than forcing forth they shove, and through they push, & down they kill  
Them first that meets, and every floor with soldiers fast they fill,  
Not half so fierce the foamy flood whose rampire banks are torn  
With rage outronnes, when diches thwart and piers are overborne  
With waves, and forth on fields it falls, and waltering down the vales  
And houses down it bears withal, and herds of beasts it hales.  
Neptolemus myself I saw, with slaughters wood to rage,  
And brethren twain Atridas fierce, their furies none could suage.  
Queen Hecuba and her hundred daughter laws, and Priam there  
With blood I saw defile the fires, himself to god did rear.  
And thirty paramours he had, and children's issue, told  
No number less: the stately spoils and posts full proud of gold  
Abroad are thrown, and what the fire doth leave the Greeks doth hold   

The fatal end of Priam now perhaps you will require.  
When he the city taken saw and houses tops on fire,  
And buildings broke, and round about so thick his foes to rage:  
His harness on his shoulders (long onworn till than) for age  
All quaking, on (good man) he puts, to purpose small, and than  
His sword him girt, and into death and enemies thick he ran.  
Amids the court right underneath the naked skies in sight,  
And altar huge of size there stood, and by the same upright  
An ancient Laurel tree did grow, that wide abroad was shed,  
And it, and all the caruyd gods with broad shade overspread.  
There Hecuba and her daughters all (poor souls) at the altars side  
In heaps together afraid them drew, like doves when doth betide  
Some storm them headlong drive, and clipping fast their gods they hold.  
But when she Priam thus beclad in arms of youth so bold  
Espied: what mind alas (qd she) oh woeful husband you  
In harness dight: and whither away with weapons run ye now?  
Not men nor weapons us can save: this time doth are to bear  
No such defence, not not if Hector mine now present were.  
Stand here by me, this altar us from slaughters all shall shield,  
Or dye together at ones we shall. So said she, and 'gan to weld  
Him aged man, and in the sacred seat him set, and held.   

Behold where skaping from the stroke of Pyrrhus fers in sight  
Polites, one of Priam's sons, through foes and weapons pight,  
Through galleries along doth run, and wide about him spies  
Sore wounded than, but Pyrrhus after him sues with burning eyes  
In chase, and now well near in hand him caught and held with spear,  
Till right before his parent's sight be came, than field him there  
To death, and with his gushing blood his life outright he shed.  
There Priamus, though now for woe that time he half was dead,  
Himself could not refrain, nor yet his voice nor anger hold.  
But, onto thee (oh wretch) he cried, for this despite so bold,  
The gods (if any justice dwells in heaven or right regard)  
Do yield thee worthy thanks, and thee do pay thy due reward,  
That here within my sight my son hast slain with slaughter vile,  
And not ashamed with loathsome death his father's face to file.  
Not so did he (whom falsely thou beliest to be thy sire)  
Achilles with his enemy Priam's deal, but my desire  
When Hector's corpse to tomb he gave for gold, did entertain  
With truth and right, and to my realm restored me safe again.  
So spoke, and therewithal his dart with feeble force he threw.  
Which sounding on his brazen harness hoarse, it backward flew,  
And on his target side it hit, where dyntlesse down it hang.  
Than Pyrrhus said, thou shalt go now ●…erfore and tidings bring  
Unto my father Achilles' soul, 
Neptolemus and Pyrrhus were brethren.  my do●…full deeds to tell.  
Neptolemus his bastard is, not I, say this in hell.  
Now die, and (as he spoke that word) from the altar self he drew  
Him trembling there, and deep him through his sons blood did imbrue.  
And with his left hand wrapped his locks, with right hand through his side  
His glistering sword outdrawen, he did hard to the hilts to glide.  
This end had Priam's destinies all, this chance him fortune sent  
When he the fire in Troy had seen, his walls and castles rend.  
That sometime over people's proud, and lands had reingd with fame  
Of Asia the emperor great, now short on shore he lieth with shame  
His head besides his shoulders laid, his corpse no more of name.   

Than first the cruel fear me caught, and sore my spirits appalled,  
And on my father dear I thought, his face to mind I called:  
When slain with grisly wound our king, him like of age in sight  
Lay gasping dead, and of my wife Creusa bethought the plight.  
Alone, forsake, my house despoiled, my child what chance had take  
I looked, and about me viewed what strength I might me make:  
All men had me forsake for pains, and down their bodies drew  
To ground they leapt, and some for woe themselves in fires they threw.  
And now alone was left but I, when Vesta's temple staier  
To keep, and secréetly to lurk all couching close in chaier  
Dame Helen I might see to sit, 
Helen that was cause  bright burnings gave me light  
Where ever I went, the ways I passed, all thing was set in sight.  
She fearing her the Troyans' wrath, for Troy destroyed to wreak  
Greeks torments, and her husband's force whose wedlock she did break  
The plague of Troy, and of her country monster most untame:  
There sat she with her hated head, by the altars hid for shame.  
Strait in my breast I felt a fire, deep wrath my heart did strain  
My contreis' fall to wreak, and bring that cursed wretch to pain.  
What shall she? into her country soil of Sparta, and high Micene?  
All safe shall she return? and there on Troy triumph as Queen?  
Her husband, children, country, kin, her house, her parents old  
With Trojan wives and Trojan lords, her slaves, shall she behold?  
Was Priam slain with sword for this? Troy burnt with fire so wood,  
Is it herefore that Dardan strands so often have sweat with blood?  
Not so: for though it be no praise on woman kind to wreak,  
And honour none there lieth in this, nor name for men to speak:  
Yet quench I shall this poison here, and due deserts to dight.  
Men shall commend my zeal, and eas my mind I shall outright.  
This moche for all my people's bones, and country flames to quite.   


Venus letted him to kill Helen.  These things within myself I tossed, and fierce with force I ran?  
When to my face my mother great, so brim no time till than  
Appearing showed herself in sight, all shining pure by night.  
Right goddess like, with glory such as heavens beholds her bright.  
So great with majesty she stood, and me (by right hand take)  
She stayed, and red as rose with mouth these words to me she spoke.  
My son, what sore outrage so wild thy wrathful mind up steereth?  
Why fretst thou? or where away thy care from us withdrawn apéeres?  
Not first unto thy father seest? whom feeble in all this woe  
Thou hast forsake? nor if thy wife doth live thou knowest, or not,  
Nor young Ascanius thy child? whom throngs of Greeks about  
Doth swarming run, and were not my relief, withouten doubt  
By this time flames had up devoured, or sword of enemies killed.  
It is not Helen's face of Greece this town (my son) hath spilled,  
Nor Paris is to blame for this: but gods with grace onkind,  
This wealth hath overthrown, and Troy from top to ground outwynd.  
Behold, (for now away the cloud and dim fog will I take  
That over mortal eyes doth hung, and blind thy sight doth make)  
Thou to thy parent's hest take heed (dread not) my mind obey.  
In yonder place where stones from stones, a●… bildings huge to sway  
Thou seest, and mixed with dust and smoke thick streams of réekings rise:  
Himself the God Neptune that side doth turn in wonders wise  
With forck thretinde the walls uprootes, foundations all to shakes,  
And quite from under soil the town with groundworkes all up rakes.  
On yonder side with furies most dame juno fiercely stands,  
The gates she keeps, and from their ships the Greeks her friendly bands  
In armour girt she calls.  
Lo there again where Pallas sits on forts and castle towers,  

Gorgon was a monster. that killed men with looking only.  With Gorgon's eyes in lightning clouds inclosid grim she loures.  
The father god himself to Greeks their mights and courage steres  
Himself against the Trojan blood, both gods and armour reres.  
Betake thee to thy flight (my son) thy labours end procure,  
I will thee never fail, but thee to resting place assure.  
Thus said she, and through the dark night shade herself she drew from sight.  
Appears the grisly faces than, Troy's enemies ugly dight  
The mighty powers of Gods.   

Than verily right broad I saw whole Ilium castles sink  
In fires, and upsodown all Troy from bottom turn to brink.  
And like as on the mountain top, some ancient oak to fall  
The plowmen with their axes strong do strive, and twibles tall  
To grub, and round about hath hewed: it threatening from above  
Doth nod, and with the branches wide all trembling bends to move.  
Till overcome with strokes at last, all cracking down to fall,  
One wound it overthrows, and ground it draws and rocks with all.  
Than down I went as god me led through flames and foes to try.  
All weapons as I pass, give place, and flames away do fly.  
But when into my father's mansion house I came, and there  

His father would not flee.  Him first I thought to shifted, and up the mountains next to bear:  
My father after Troy destroyed no longer life desires,  
Nor outlaw would he non become. O you whose youth requires  
To live, and blood in lust upholds (qd he) your limbs to wield  
Take you your flight.  
For as for me, if Gods above would life have had me led,  
This place they would have kept me: enough to much, and overhed  
Of slaughters have we seen, our city brent we do survive.  
Go fourth, let me remain (I pray) for me do you not strive.  
Mine own hand shall my death obtain, my foe will rue my plight,  
My corpse he can but spoil, for of a grave the loss is light,  

of all this war. Anchises was stricken with lightning in his youth.  This many a year to Gods abhorred unwieldy life I find,  
Since time when me the father of Gods and king of all mankind  
Beblasted with his lightning wind, and fires on me did cast.  
Thus spoke he, and in his purpose still he fixed remainyd fast.  
We therageinst with streaming tears, my wife also she stood,  
Ascanius, and our household all, we prayed that in that mood  
All things with him good father turn he nold, nor slaughter make  
Outright of all, nor us to death & destinies fell betake.  
He still denied, & stiff his mind nor purpose would forsake.   

Again to weapons fourth I flew, & death most miser call:  
For counsel what? or what relief, or fortune now can fall?  
Think you that I one foot from hence, you father left behind  
Can pass? or may there such a sin escape your mouth unkind?  
If nothing of so great a town to leave the Gods be bend:  
And fixed in mind you have decreed Troy's ruins to augment  
With loss of you & yours, agreed, at this door death doth stand,  
And here anon from Priam's blood cometh Pyrrhus hot at hand,  
That children in their father's sight, & father on the altar kills.  
For this O mighty mother mine through fires and foes & bills  
Have you me kept till now for this? that in my parlour flores  
Mine enemies I must see to kill my folks within my doors?  
Ascanius my child? my wife Creusa? my father old?  
All sprawling slain with blood in blood imbrued shall I behold?  
Weapons servants, bring me weapons, our last hour doth us call,  
And yield me among the Greeks to fight, let me to battles fall  
Afresh, for never shall we die this day unuenged all.   

Than me with sword again I girt, my left arm under shield  
I put, and out at doors I ran with rage to fight in field.  

A periful meeting.  Behold at thentry gate my wife, embracing both my feet,  
Doth kneel, and up to me she holds my child Ascanius sweet.  
If toward death thou goest, take us with thee to chances all,  
If succour aught or hope thou findest in arms, than first of all  
Defend this house, to whom forsak'st thy child jule alas?  
To whom thy father leavest, and me sometime thy wife that was?  
Thus wailing all our house she filled, thus cried she through the halls.  
When suddenly (right wonder great to tell) a monster falls.  
For even between our hands and right before our face in sight,  

A vision of fire came out of his son's head.  Behold, from out Ascanius top a flame arisith bright,  
And harmless licks his locks, and soft about his temples feed,  
We strait his burning hair 'gan shake, all trembling dead for dread  
And waters on the sacred fires to quench anon we shed.   

But than my father Anchises glad, to heaven doth lif●e his eyes  
With hands upthrown against the stars, and voice exalted cries.  
Almighty jove (if man's respect or prayers dost regard)  
Behold us now this once, and (if our deeds deserve reward)  
From henceforth father help us sand, and bless this grace with more.  
Scant from his mouth the word was past, when skies aloft to roar  
Begin, and thunder light was thrown, and down from heaven by shade  
A streaming star descends, and long with great light makes a glade.  

A token from heaven to bid him flee.  We looking, brim behold it might, and over our house it slips,  
And forth to Ida woods it went, there down itself it dipps,  
Us pointing out the way to flee, than straking light along  
Doth shine, and broad about it smokes with sent of sulphur strong.  
Than strait my father overcome, himself advancing wields.  
And prayeth his gods, and worship to that blessed star he yields.  
Now now no more I let, lead where ye list, I will not serve.  
O country gods our house uphold, my nephew safe preserve.  
This token yet is yours: yet Troy in your regard remains.  
I yield me son, nor further stay with thee to take all pains.  
So spoke he, and now about our walls the fires approaching sounds  
At hand, and near and near the flames with fervent rage redounds,  
Dear father now therefore yourself set on my neck to bear,  
My shoulders shall you lift, this labour me shall nothing dear,  
What ever chance betides, one danger both we must abide,  
In saufty both a like we shallbe sure, and by my side  

He appointed where they shall meet.  My child jule shall go, my wife shall trace aloof behind.  
You servants what I say take heed, imprint it well in mind.   

There is a hill when out the town ye come, and temple old  
Of Ceres long unusid, there beside ye shall behold  
An ancient Cipers' tree to grow, that for religions sake  
Our fathers there did set, and there long time did honour make.  
In that place out of divers ways we all shall seek to meet.  

took his images with him,  You father take your country gods in hand, our comfort sweet.  
For me, that from the battles fresh am come and slaughters new,  
I may not them for sin presume to touch, till water's dew  
With floods hath washed me pure.  
Thus said I, and on my shoulders bread and thwart my neck I kest  
A weed, and in a lion's skin full read myself I dressed.  
And under burden fast I sled, my child my right hand kept  
jule, and after me, with pace unlike in length, he stepped.  
My wife ensued, through lanes and croaks and darkness most we passed.  
And me, that late no shouts, nor cries, nor noise, nor weapons cast  
Can fear, 
Anchises espied enemies coming after.  nor clusters great of Greeks in throngs aghast could make:  
Now every wind and puff doth move, at every sound I quake,  
Not for myself, but for my mate, and for my burdens sake.  
And now against the gates I came, which out of danger found,  
I thought I well escapid had, when suddenly the sound  
Of feet we hear to tread, and men full thick my father skand.  
Flee flee my son (he cried) lo here they come, lo here at hand,  
Their harness bright appears, and glistering shields I see to shine.  
There what it was I not, some chance or God (no friend of mine)  
Amasyd than my wit, for while through thick and thin I pass,  
And from the accustomed ways I draw to seek to scape (alas)  
My wife from me most woeful man Creusa beloved best,  
(Remain she did, or lost her way, or sat her down to rest,  

He lost his wife.  Onknowen it is) but after that in vain her all we fought.  
Nor of her loss I knew, nor back I looked or bethought:  
Till onto Ceres' temple old and ancient seat, each one  
Was come, and there togethers met we all, but she alone  
Did lack, and there her friends and child and husband did beguile.  
What man or god (for anger mad) did I not curse that while?  
Or what in all that town upturnd saw I so fore befall?  
My father and my child jule and Trojan gods withal  
Onto my men I took, and in a crooked vale them hid,  
Again unto the city girt in glistering arms I go,  
All chances there again to try my mind I fixed fast,  
All Troy for her again to seek, my life to dangers cast.  
First back vuto the walls and gate I turn, and thentry blind  
Where out I came I sought, and steps of feet I mark behind,  
Where night to see could serve, and fires that glistering shines about.  
Great fear on every side I see, the silence makes me doubt,  
My house at home, if haply there, if haply there she héelde.  
I went to look, the Greeks were in, and houses all they field.  
Devouring fire doth all consume, from house to house it flies.  
The wind encreasith flames, and up the rage to heaven doth rise.  
To Priam's court I turn, and to the castle view I cast.  
The temples great were spoiled, and junos' holy doors were braced.  
Amids the flore the keepers stood, the chief of captains stout,  
Both Phoenix and Ulysses false with them their train about  
The pray did keep, and Greeks to them the Trojan riches brought,  
That from the fires on every side was reached: all temples sought  
And tables from the gods were take, and basins great of gold,  
And precious plate and robes of kingly state, and treasures old,  
And captive children stood, and trembling wives in long array  
Were stowed about and wept.   

I ventured eke my voice to lift, and through the glimpsing night  
The ways with cries I filled, and Creusa's name fulloud I shright.  
In vain I called and called, and often again and yet I cried.  
Thus seeking long with endless pain and rage, all places tried.  
At last (with woeful luck) her spirit and Creusa's ghost (alas)  

Her soul appeared unto him.  Before mine eyes I saw to stand, more great than wont was.  
I stoinid, and my hear upstood, my mouth for fear was fast.  
She spoke also, and thus fro me my cares she 'gan to cast.  
What mean you thus your raging mind with labours sore to move  
O husband sweet? these things without the powers of gods above  
Hath not betide: me now from hence to lead, or by your side  
You shall see never more, he doth resist that heavens doth guide.  
Long pilgrimage you have to pass, huge field of seas to ear.  
Onto Hesperia land you shall arrive do you not fear,  
Where Tiber flood through fertile soil of men doth softly slide.  

She prophesied to him of an other wife.  There substance great, and kingdom strong, and Queen to wife beside  
You shall enjoy, for me thy Creusa dear do weep no more.  
To Myrmidons nor Dolop land shall I not now be boar,  
Nor to the ladies proud of Greece shall I be servant seen:  
Of Dardan and of goddess Venus' daughter law.  
But me the mighty mother of gods will not from hence to move.  
And now far well, and of our child, for both, keep thou the love.  
Thus when she said, I weeping there, and more things would have spoke  
She left me, and with the wind she went as thin from sight as smoke,  
Three times about her neck I sought mine arms to set, and thrice  
In vain her likeness fast I held, for through my hands she flies  
Like wavering wind, or like to dreams that men full swift espies   

Than to my company at last when night was gone I drew.  
And there a multitude of menfull huge and numbered new  
I found, with marvel much, both men and women young and old  
A rabble great exyld, and piteous commons to behold  
From every coast were come, and with their goods and hearts assent,  
What land or sea so ever I would them lead they were content.  
And now from up the mountain tops the dawning star doth rise,  
And brings again the day, the Greeks (as best they could devise)  
The gates possessed and held, all hope and help was gone: at last  
I yielded, and my father took, and up the hill I passed.   
DEO GRACIAS.  
Per Thomam Phaer, in foresta Kilgerran, mense julii. Anno. 1555. Opus Viginti dierum.   

¶ The third book of the Aeneidos of Virgil.  
The Argument.  
¶ When Troy was utterly subverted, Aeneas having gathered together his company in flight, that remained after the great fire and slaughter, and having obtained of Atander a fleet of twenty sail: arriveth first in Thracia. Whereas, when he began to build a city, being terrified through the prodigious tokens of Polydorus that was slain by Polymnestor: departeth to Delos, and there taking counsel of the Oracle of Apollo, and being advertised that he must go to that land from whence his ancestors first descended: through the false interpretation of Anchises his father, arrived in Creta where he began also to lay the foundations of a City. And being there afflicted with a great plague of pestilence: was warned by his household Gods in his sleep, that he should leave Creta, and go to Italy. In which journey, by a tempest he was driven to the Islands Strophades, and there much troubled by the Harpies, and shortly after arriving at Actium: made plays in the honour of Apollo. From thence he sailed by Corcyra into Epyrus, whereas Helenus the son of Priamus reigned, that married Andromache after the death of Pyrrhus. By whom he was courteously entertained, and admonished by him of the perils which he should substayne both by sea and land. From thence he saileth to Tarentum, and passing along by the first shore of Italy; arriveth on that side that lieth near to the Mount Aetna, and there he receiveth Achaemenides who was left in the Cyclops den by Ulysses, anon from thence he hoisteth sail as Helenus commanded, and passeth by Scylla and Carybdis. And coasting along the shore of Scycilye taketh lance at Drepanus, where Anchises partly weakened by age, and partly by travail ended his life. From thence sailing towards Italy: was driven into Africa by a tempestuous weather raised by Aelous, as is expressed in the first book.  

When Asia state was overthrown, and Priam's kingdom stout  
All gitles by the power of gods above was rooted out,  
And down the fortress proud was fallen that Glorious Ilium height,  
And flat on ground all Neptune's Troy lay smoking bread in sight:  
To divers lands and divers coasts, like outlawd men, compelled  
By tokens of the Gods we were, to seek from thence expelled.  
And underneath Antander hill, and mounts of Ida name,  
In Phrigy land our navy great we wrought and up did frame.  
Uncertain whereupon to stay, where destinies us doth guide,  
And power of men assembleth fast. Scant summer first we spied:  
When sails onto the winds to set my father Anchises cries.  
Than parting from my country shores and havens with weeping eyes,  
The fields where Troy did stand I leave, fourth outlaw far I right  
My son my mates & friends with me through deep seas took their flight  
My saints my country Gods also that are full great of might.   

There lieth a land far loof at seas, where Mars is lord, and where  

Thracia.  The largy fields and fertile soil me Thracia called, doth ear.  
Sometime Lycurgus fierce therein did reign and empire hold.  
An ancient stay to Troy, and like in faith and friendship old  
While fortune was. To that I went, and on the crooked shore  
Foundations first of walls I laid with destiny's luck full sore.  
And of my name their name I shoope, and Aeneads them call.  
Unto the mother of Gods that time, and heavenly persons all  
Great sacrifice I made, for luck my works to prospero new,  
And to the king of heaven himself a bright bull down I slew.  
A bank by chance by me there stood, where bright as horn of hue  

A tree called a mirtill.  Witi, rods upright and branches thick a Myrtill bush there grew.  
I drew me near, and from the ground the green brush up I pull,  
Mine altars to adorn therewith with bows and shadows full.  
A dréedfull sight and monster (marvel great to tell) I found,  
For from the twig that first I broke and roots I rend from ground,  
The black blood out doth break, and down with trickling drops it trils  
Defiling foul the soil, with that for fear my body chills.  
My limbs do quake, my blood for dread doth shrink with frosty cold.  
Another branch again to pluck with force I waxed bold,  
The cause thereof to learn, and see what thing therunder lay.  
That other branch again doth bleed, 
Field Nymphs other wise called fairies.  and black doth me bewray.  
Great things in mind I kest, and strait the field Numphes I adore,  
And Mars the father great that prince is of that land and shore,  
Good fortune me to sand, and turn that sight to good they should.  
But when the third time twigs to take with greater might I pulled,  
And knees against the sand I set with force, what shall I do?  
Speak out, or silence keep? a piteous wailing us unto  
Was heard from out the hill, and voice thus groaning spoke me to.  

A voice to Aneas made by Polidorus his nephew there slain.  Why dost thou thus Aeneas me most woeful miser tear?  
Abstain my grave to file, from sin thy gentle hands forbear.  
I am to thee no stranger borne, nor thus deserve to speed,  
This blood thou seest from out this stub iwis doth not proceed.  
Flee, flee (alas) this cursed shore, flee from this greedy land,  
For I am Polidore, in this place slain I was with hand,  
This bush of darts is grown, & sharp with pricks on me they stand.   

Than more with doubt and dread oppressed my mind fro me was past  
I stoynid, and my hear upstart, my mouth for fear was fast.  
This Polidore sometime, with gold of weight full huge to tell,  
His father Priam king (good man) by stealth had sent to devil  
Unto the king of Thrace, when first to Troy he 'gan mistrust,  

A falls king.  When he the city sieged saw, that needs defend he must.  
But he when Troy decay began and fortune fourth was passed:  
The stronger part he took, and (Agamemnon aiding fast)  
All truth he broke, and Polidore of chaps, and than the gold  
By force into his hands he caught, and held. What can be told?  
Or what is it that hunger sweet of gold doth not constrain  
Men mortal to attempt? when fear my bones forsook again:  
Unto the people's lords I went, and first unto my fire,  
The monsters of the Gods I show, their counsels I require.  
All they with one assent do bid that cursed land forsake.  
To leave that hostrie vile, and ships to winds at south betake.  
Anon therefore to Polidore a hearse we 'gan prepare,  
And huge in height his tomb we rear, all altars hanged are  
With weeds of mourning hews, and Cipres trees and black devise, 
They make Polidorus obyt.   
And Trojan wives about with hear unfold as is their gise.  
Great foamy boolles of milk we threw luke warm on him to fall,  
And holy blood in basins brought we pour, and last of all  
We shright, and on his soul our last with great cries out we call.  
Than when the seas we see to trust and wind with pipling sweet  
Is out at sowth, and to the seas to sail doth call the fleet:  
My mates their ships set fourth, and shores with men they mustered all,  
To seas we flee, and as we flee, both towns and hills do fall. 
They went to the isle of 〈◊〉.    

There is a land in mid sea set whom Neptune dear doth love,  
And mother of the mermaids eke, that land sometime did hove  
In floods, and to and fro did stray, till Phoebus it did bind  
With lands about, and fixed it fast, and bad defy the wind,  
With Giarus and Miconce (two countries) strongly stayed.  
When in we came, our weary ships in haven at rest we laid.  
And went to worship Phoebus' town, and gifts with us we bear.  

Kings that time were pray stes.  King Anius, king ofmen and Phoebus' priest against us there,  
His head with holy labels laid and crown of laurel green  
Came out, and welcome bad his friend Anchises long unséen.  
Than hand in hand we set, and lodging took in houses high.  
I worship eke the temple there that to that God I spy  
Of ancient stone: 
He maketh his prayer to Apollo for knowledge whither to go  O Phoebus bright give me some house to devil,  
give walls to weary men and town from whence may none expel.  
Have mercy upon our blood and save of Troy this last remain,  
The leavings of Achilles wild and Greeks abjects unstayne.  
Who shall us lead? or where appoint our place it may thee please?  
Our rest to take, give token God, enspier our hearts with ease.  
Scant this I said, when trembling fast with sudden show to shove  
The Laurel trees 'gan quake, and doors, and thresholds all do move.  
The mount therewith doth bend, and up the gates with roaring breaks  
Adown to ground all flat we fall, and straight a voice there speaks.  
Ye Troyans' tough, the ground that you first bore from parents bold:  
The same shall you receive again, seek out your grandam old.  
For there Aeneas house shall stand, whom contreis' all shall dread.  
And childerns child and all their line that of them shall proceed.  
This Phoebus said, 
Apollo's answer doubtful.  and we for joy great noys and murmur make,  
And what those walls should be we scan, and council great we take:  
What place it is that Phoebus bids to seek, and where to find,  
My father than the stories old of ancient men to mind  
Doth call, and than, you lords (qd he) lay now to me your ear,  
And mark me well, 
Anchises enterpretes the prophecy to lead to Candy.  for now of me your great hope shall you leare.  
Candy from hence in mid sea lieth, Ioues island great it is.  
Where Ida mount doth stand, and where first sprang our stock oer this.  
Ahundred mighty towns they keep, most fruitful soil to till:  
From whence our ancient grandsire great (if true report I skill)  
King Teucrus issued first, and on the coast of Rhoeta hit.  
And there his kingdom first began, Troy was not up as yet,  

Cibele a goddess.  Nor Ilium towers did stand, but there in low vales did they dwell.  
Cibele wilderness doth haunt therein with sounding bell.  
And Coribantes beaten their brass the moon from clips to cure. 
Coribantes people that beaten bastns when the moonc is in the clips.   
From thence we have that service time we keep with silence pure,  
For Lions in that lady's chare their yokes to draw do bear,  
Come on therefore, and where the Gods do call, let us go there.  
Please we the winds, and fourth to Candi kingdoms let us wend,  
The course is not so long (if jove us luck vouchsafe to sand)  
Our ships on Candi shore to stand the third day shall we see,  
So speaking, on his altars there due honours kill did he,  
A bull to thee O Neptune first, a bull to Phoebus' bright,  
A black beast to the winter storm, to western flaws a white.   

There flieth a fame that of his father's kingdoms quite for sake, 
They hear that Candi is void of a king.   
Idomeneus duke thereof expelled his flight hath take.  
And all the coast of Candi lieth wide open for their foes,  
Unfenced, and the towns of people void, so rumour goes.  
Anon therefore our havens we left, and through the seas we fly,  
By green Donisa, and Naron hills where men to Bacchus' cry.  
Olearon, and Paron white as snow, and skattrid wide  
Of Cicladas we compass lands, that rough seas makes to ride.  
The mariners their shouts up set, each man his mate doth bold, 
Their course to Candi out of Thracia.   
To Candi let us cheerly far, to seek our gransirs' old.  
A merry cool of wind them fast pursueth, and fourth doth drive,  
And at the length on Candi coast our ships we do arrive.  
My town therefore (with great desire) and walls I gynne to frame,  

He bilbeth a town in Candy.  And Pergam I the city call, right glad they take that name,  
I courage them that land to love, and towers and temples build,  
And now well-near our ships up set, dry land our navy held,  
With weddings and with tillage new the youth themselves applies,  
And houses eke and laws I gave: when suddenly doth rise  
Among them (foul) a plague, and piteous murrain to be thought,  
The skies corrupted were, that trees and corn destroyed to naught,  
And limbs of men consuming rots, such year of death them dears  
That sweet life of they leave, or long their grievous woe them wears.  

A pestilence  The Dog star up doth rise, the soil for heat of son doth fry,  
That grain and grass up dries, and fields of food doth men deny.  
Again to Phoebus' holy seat, yet back again our way  
Through seas my father bids us turn, and Phoebus' mercy pray,  
What end of woe to weary men he puts, and how from pain  

His images gave him answer.  Ourselves we may relieve, and where from thence to turn again.  
Than was it night, and on the ground all creatures laid a sleep,  
The gods of Phrigy land, whom I with me full dear did keep,  
Whom from the mids of burning Troy with me I brought in flight  
Before mine eyes (as dream I did) I saw to stand upright,  
All shining in their glory bright behold I might them clear,  
The way that through my window than the full moan did appear,  
They spoke also, and thus from me they lighten 'gan my cheer.   

The thing that of Apollo now to know you do intend,  
He speaks it here, and us to thee with glad will doth he sand.  
We from the flames of Troy with thee thine army came to guide.  
We under thee with navy great the salt seas broad have tried.  
We be the same that to the stars thy line shall lift with pride,  
And empire great we shall thee give, and city great to rear,  
For mighty men make mighty walls, long flight do thou not fear,  
Change yet thy place, not here it is that Phoebus bids thee bide,  
It is not here to Candy shore Apollo thee did guide.  
There is a place the Greeks by name Hesperia do call.  
An ancient land and fierce in war, and fruitful soil withal.  
Out from Oenotria they came, 
Thri appoint him to Itali.  that first did till the same,  
Now Italy men saith is called, so, of the captain's name.  
There be our dwelling seats from thence king Dardan self was born,  
And jaseus the prince from whom our line descends before.  
Arise, go to, and tell this thing onto thy father dear,  
Seek out Italia land, the shores of Corit coast enqueare,  
Be bold, proceed for jove doth thee from Candy contreis' take.  
Astoined I with this was made when gods to me so spoke.  
For slumber was it not (me thought) but plain their faces bright,  
And folded hear bewrapt I saw, and knew them sure by sight.  
With cold sweet all my body than did run, and therewithal  
From out my bed I leapt, and strait on knees there down I fall.  
By hands to heaven I held, and prayed, and gifts and offerings pure,  
In fires to them I threw, and all my duty done with cure:  
Anchises I asserteyn than, and him declare the caas.  
Anon the doubtful line he knew, how he begylid was,  
By graunsyrs twain and children twain, 
Than they knew they had expoundid the proph●ci wrong.  and places old mistake.  
Than said he thus, O son whom Troy by destinies tough doth make,  
Cassandra alone, of all mankind, these things to me did tell,  
These chances of our stock she sang, I now remember well.  
Of Italy full often she spoke, often of Hesperia shore.  
But who could ever think that time, or this believe before?  
That Troyans' to Hesperia land should come to devil at last?  
Of prophecies, or who that time of mad Cassandra passed?  
To Phoebus let us yield, and after warning take the best.  
So spoke he, and anon with joy all we obeyed him priest.  
That seat also we than forsake, and (few folk left behind)  
With beams through hugy seas we cut, and sails set up for wind.   

When to the deep our ships were come, and now on neither site  
appeareth no land, but seas and skies about us broad are spied:  

A storm.  A shower above my head there stood all dusky black with blue,  
Both night and storm it brought, and rough the waters dark their hue.  
Strait all the seas with winds are tossed, and mighty surges rise,  
And through the deeps we to and fro be thrown in wonders wise.  
The clouds inclosid have the day: dim night hath hid the heaven:  
And from the skies the lightning fires do flash with grisly steven.  
From out our course we be dispersed, and blind in waves we stray,  
Eke he himself our master there can scant the night from day  
Discern he saith so troubleth him the tempest Palinure,  
Nor in the waters wild his way to hold he can be sure.  
Three days therefore uncertain where we go, withouten sun  
In seas we wander wide, and three nights like in dark we run  
Withouten star: the fourth day land to rise we spied at last,  
And mountains far in sight are seen, and smoke do seem to cast.  
Our sails forthwith do fall, and up with oars, and than anon  
The mariners do sweep the seas, and through the foam they gone.  
Escaping so the streams on shore at Strophades I light.  
At Strophades, for so their names in Greekish tongue doth height.  
For islands in the salt sea great they stand, 
They arrive at Strophades.  wherein doth devil  
Celeno foul misshapen bird, and Harpies more right fell:  
Since Phines' house from them was shut, their former fare they fled.  
A monster more to fear than them, 
Description of monstrous souls called Harpies.  nor plague was never bred.  
Nor from the pit of hell up start the wreak of god so wild.  
Like fowls with maiden's face they been, their paunches wide defiled  
With garbage great, their hooked paws they spread, and ever pale  
With hungry looks.  
When there we came, and first in haven we entered, lo we see  
The herds of beast full far to feed on every side full free,  
And goats also to graze, and keeper none there was to view:  
Our weapons on them fast we lay, and down them thick we slew.  
And banks upon the shore we make, and gods to part we call,  
And jove himself to bless the pray, and fast to meat we fall.  
But suddenly from down the hylls with grisly fall to sight,  
The Harpies come, and beating wings with great noys out they shright,  
And at our meat they snatch, and with their claws they all defile,  
And fearful cries also they cast, and sent of savour vile.  
Again into a privy place where rocks and caves doth hide,  
With trees and shadows compassed dark our tables we provide.  
And altars up again we make, and fires on them we tind.  
Again from out a divers coast, from holes and lurk blind,  
The preas with crooked paws are out, and sounding foul they fly,  
Polluting with their filthy mouths our meat, and than I cry:  
That all men weapons take, and with that ugly nation fight.  
They did as I them bad forthwith, and in the grass from sight  
Their swords by them they laid, and couching close their shields they hide.  
Than when the third time from the clives with noise again they glide:  
Misenus from aloft with brazen trumpet fets a sound.  
My mates invade them than, and felt the fight but newly found.  
And on the filthy birds they beaten, that wild sea rocks do breed,  
But feathers none do from them fall, nor wound for stroke doth bleed,  
Nor force of weapons hurt them can, their backs and wings no spear  
Can pierce, but fast away they fly, full high from sight, and there  
The pray to us half maunched, and begnawn full foul they leave.  
But one of them, 
Celeno a Harpy.  Celeno, than herself on rocks doth heave  
Unhappy tale to tell, and thus her loathsome voice she broke.  
And is it war (qd she) with us? war Troyans' do you make?  
And for our cattle slain, do you with us to battle bend  
Poor Harpies, and our kingdom take from us that naught offend?  
Take this with you therefore, and well my words imprint in mind.  
That God himself to Phoebus said, and I by Phoebus found,  
That am the chief of furies all, and thus to you I tell:  
To Itali your course you take, when wind shall serve you, well:  
In Itali arrive you shall, and haven possess you there,  
But power you shall not have your town nor walls thereof to rear  
Till famine for your trespass here, and for our cattle slain,  

She prophesieth: hunger which afterward is fulfilled in the seven. book.  Shall pinch you so, that tables up to eat you shallbe feign.  
She said, and into woods therewith full fast she took her flight.  
But than my mates, their blood for cold did shrink, and sore affright:  
Their courage down doth fall, and now no weapons more they weld,  
But vows and prayers make, and down for peace they kneel in field.  
If goddesses perchance they be, or furies, or of seas  
Some boistous birds, what ever it is, full feign they would them pleas.  
But than my father Anchises up his hands to heaven on high  
Doth hold, and to the Gods above with honours great doth cry.  
O Gods defend this fear, O Gods from this chance us preserve,  
God save good men from harm, than from that shore he bids to serve,  
And cables up to wind, and sails up hoys with hawsers hie.  
The northern wind us blows, and fast through foaming seas we fly.  
Where wind doth drive, and where our master calls our course to keep. 
Another course.   
Zacinthous island, full of woods, appeareth amids the deep.  
Dulichium, and Samey londs, and crags of Nerite high,  
Of Ithaca we flee the rocks, and (as we pass them by)  
The kingdom of Laertes there, sir false Ulysses nurse,  
That land aloof we leave, and it with good cause often we curse.  
Anon the point Leucates called, and cloudy tops of hill  
Apéeres Apollo's point, and coast that shipmen trust full ill.  
All weary there we land, and there the city small we view.  
Our anchors out we laid on land, and ships to shore we drew. 
All this while he had passed the dangerous plands adjoining to Greece.    

Therefore, to main land when we came long looked for at last,  
Processions great to jove we make, and altars kindle fast,  
And on the shore in Trojan gise our games and plays we point,  
Some wrestling for disport with naked limbs in oil anoint,  
And masteries with themselves they try, great joy they make to see:  
That through so many towns of Greeks, and foes they scape be.  
This while the son with compass wide the great year brings about,  
And winter winds and northern frosts rough seas doth make nien cout.  

He set up a monument there with a title.  A shield of beaten bras, sometime that Abas strong did wear:  
On posts I fired fast and title wrote, and left it there.  
Aeneas from the victor Greeks, these arms hath offered here.  
Than ports I bid them leave, and fursh to sea themselves to steer  
Straight with their oars they skomm the seas, and salt some through they sweep,  
And straight from sight Pheaca towers we hide with mountains steep.  

Again to seas.  And round about Epirus cost we run, and than anon  
To Chaon haven, and up the town of Butrot hie we gone.   

There Helenus (as custom was) furst heysers' down he slew,  
And prayed his God of peace, and than the labels he withdrew  
From of his holy head, and to thy blessed secrets, me  
O Phoebus hand in hand he brought, all trembling them to see,  
And than with mouth divine he spoke, 
Answer of Helenus.  both priest and prophet he:  
O goddess son, (for greater luck than mankind, through the deep  
Doth guide thee thus, and greater might to greater things doth keep)  
Right true it is, the king of gods himself so destiny guides,  
So lots doth fall, and so the wheel of fatal order slides.  
Few things of numbers more, to thee, that bolder through the seas  
Thou mayst endure, and to thy port at last arrive with eas  

He deciareth him his courses.  In brief I will declare, for destiny's deep I leave ontold,  
I know them not, and juno more to tell my tongue doth hold.   

First Itali, whom near at hand onware thou dost suppose,  
And near at hand in haven thy rest to take thou dost propose:  
Far out aloof, and long aloof it lieth, in compass sore,  
And furst in Sicil stream thou must embathing bend thine ore.  
And fleeting in the salt sea foam long coursinge must thou make,  
For Circe's isle must furst be seen, and lands of Limbo lake,  
Ere thou thy city safe on land mayst build, and resting find.  

Tokens.  These tokens I thee tell, do thou imprint them well in mind.  
When thou alone with careful heart shalt sit beside a flood,  
And see a sow of mighty fise that late hath laid her brood,  
Beneath a bank among the roots with thirty sucklings out,  
All white herself on ground, and white her brats her dugs about:  
There shall thy city stand, there lieth thy rest of labours all,  
Nor dread thee not the plague that shall of tables eating fall.  
The destinies will invent a way therefore, and Phoebus' bright  
shaw thine aid, and thee thereof from dangers all acquit.  
But yonder coast, and all that land that over next us lies,  
Though part of Italy it be, attempt it in no wise.  

He bids him fetch a compass.  Leave all aloof, the cursed Greeks all cities there have filled,  
One quarter men of Locrus hath, and castles strong they bild.  
Another were in Salent field, all places pestering wide,  
Idomeneus duke his army keeps, and there beside  
Petilia small, whom Philoctetes wall doth compass round,  
Duke Melybee therein doth devil, and Greeks possess the ground.  

He teacheth him a new manner of sacrifice.  Mareover, when the seas are past, and ships in saufty stand,  
And altars thou shalt make to pay thy vows upon the sand:  
With purple weeds and hoods of purple hews yourselves attyer,  
In purple hide your heads from sight, before the sacred fire,  
For honoar great of Gods: that no unfriendly sign or face,  
Of enmity apéere, disturbing all, and hinder grace.  
This custom keep thyself, so let thy mates and all thy train,  
In this religion pure also thine offspring shall remain.  
But when approaching Scicil coast the wind thee forth doth blow,  

He shows him of divers dangers.  And that Pelorus crooked straits begin themselves to show:  
Than left hand land, and left hand sea, with compass long alée,  
Fetch out aloof from londs and seas on right hand, se thou flee.  
These places two sometime, by force with bretche and ruins great,  
(So Time doth altar things, and what is it but Age doth eat?)  
From soonder fell (men say) when both in one the ground did grow,  
The seas broke in by force, and through the mids did overthrow,  

Scicil and Italy were sometime but one land.  Both towns and fields: and Itali forthwith from Scicill side  
Did cut, and yet with narrow stream and sharp it doth divide.  
The rightsyde Scylla keeps, the left, Charybdis' gulf unmild,  
With gaping mouth she sits, and to her womb the waters wild  
Three times to ground she gulps, and thrice the same to skies on height  
By course aloft she lifts, against the stars the surges smite.  
But Scylla couching close in cave, if pray she haply finds:  

Charybdis, Scylla.  Her head above the stream she holds, and ships in rocks she winds  
From shoulders up a man she seems, in breast a maiden bright,  
But from the navel down a whale, with ugly shape to sight.  
Compacted of the wombs of wolves, and mixed with Dolphin's tails  
Behind her long they lag, and thus in seas herself she trails.  
Yet better is Pachinus point, and croaks both in and out  
By leisure all to seek, and courses long to cast about:  
Than once this Scylla monster wild behold in dungeon foul,  
Or hear the roar among the rocks of dogs that there do howl.   

Besides all this, if cunning aught of prophecies, or skill  
To Helenus is given, if Phoebus me doth truly fill:  
One thing to thee thou Goddess son, one thing, and over all  

Great persons must be won with humlitie.  One thing I will thee warn, and yet again, and yet I shall.  
Dame junos' godhead great adore, with heart and prayers meek.  
To juno make thy vows, that lady great and mighty seek  
To win with humble gifts, so shalt thou to thy mind at last,  
All safe to Italy aryue, the land of Sicill past.  
There when thou comest, and Cumas town thou interest first at shore,  
Where holy lakes, and woods, and floods (Auerna ●ald) doth roar,  
A frantic Prophet priest of womankind thou shalt behold,  
That deep in ground doth dwell, 
The description of Sibill.  and under rocks herself doth hold.  
And destinies out she sings, and leaves with notes and names she signs.  
What ever thing that virgin writes, in leaves and painted lines,  
In rhymes and verse she sets, and them in caves in ranges couch:  
There still they lie, nor from their orders move if nothing touch  
But when the door by chance doth turn, and wind the corner blows:  
Their heaps a sunder fall and forth they fly, and break their rows.  
She them to stay, nor from their caves to fly doth never let,  
Nor seeks them eft to join, nor of her verses more doth set.  
Away they run, and Syblies house their mistress seat they hate.  
There let no time be lost, but though for hast thou thinkist late,  
Though all thy mates do call and cry to seas, and wind at will  
Allurith forth thy fleet, and sails thou mayst with puffing fill:  
Assay the prophet first, and her with prayers due beseache,  
Thy destinies thee to tell, and chances all by mouth to teach.  
Of Italy she shall thee show, and peoples all declare,  
And wars at hand, 
He bids him resort to Sibill.  and how thyself thereto thou mayst prepare.  
And every labour how thou mayst avoid, or how endure,  
And all thy course she will thee tell, that priest and prophet, pure.  
These things I may thee show, and this to hear hath been thy chance.  
Go, play thy part, and mighty Troy to heaven with deeds advance.  
Which things, when thus the prophet me so like a friend had told:  
Great gifts of ivory wrought, and treasure great in weight of gold,  

He renews them with furniture.  To ships he bids us bear, and rooms aboard he made to lad  
With silver plenty great, and Plate full rich and massy made,  
A gorgeous armour coat also, three folded gilt with hooks  
Of gold, and helmet eke, with crest thereon that glistering looks,  
Neptolemus his arms. My father eke hath his rewards.  
And horses more, and captains more.  
And armour eke unto my mates he gave, and doth supply  
Our want of Oars, my father all this while doth bid them high,  
And sails in order set, that nothing lack when wind doth call.  
Whom Phoebus prophet spoke unto with these words last of all.  
Anchises, whom dame Venus proud in bed did not discayne,  
Thou care of gods that twice from Troy's destruction dost remain:  
Lo Italy, lo yonder it to thee, set up thy fail  
And take the same, yet must thou pass by this land out of fail.  
That further land it is, 
He showeth them Italy from Sicily but they must go about.  Apollo showeth that further shore.  
Go forth, O happy man with such a son, what should I more  
Prolong the time in talk? and you from wind that riseth keep?  
Likewise Andromache no less at parting 'gan to weep.  
And robes of rich array, and broided deep with gold she brought,  
A Trojan mantle for Ascanius wondrous gorgeous wrought.  
And him with gifts, and weaving works of gold full gay doth lad.  
Than said she thus: take this of me, mine own hands hath it made,  
Take this my child, that long with thee my love in mind may last.  

She resembleth him to her own son that was killed.  Of Hector's wife receive thy friends good will, and tokens last,  
O figure, next Astyanax, alone to me most dear.  
So he his eyes, so he his hands, so like he bore his cheer,  
And now alike in years with thee his youth he should have led.  
Than parting thus to them I spoke, and tears for weeping shed.  
Now far ye well, O happy men, whose fortunes end is past.  
New destinies us doth call, and we from care to care been cast.  
Your rest is ready won, no field of seas you have to ear,  
To seek the land that back doth always flee you need not fear,  
Your city fair in fashion like to Troy and Xanthus old,  
Your river like, and bildings worthy praise you do behold.  
Your proper hands them made, the frames thereof yourselves do rear  
With better luck (I trust) and less shall need the Greeks to fear.  
If ever I to Tiber flood and fields of Tiber fair  
May come, and see my city bylt, whereof I not despayer:  
Two friendly towns hereafter, that and this, 
Aeneas be fore his departure maketh a league perpetual between their issue.  both near of kin,  
Two people's neighbour like shall dwell, and friendship fast betwinne  
Epirus and Italia land, whose founder both of name  
King Dardan is, one blood we be, and chance have had the same.  
And now of both one Troy to make in mind let us prepare,  
And to our offspring after us likewise we leave the care.   

In seas we went, and at Ceraunia near ourselves we put.  

Again to seas and rested awhile under a mountain.  From whence Italia lieth, and shortest course there is to cut.  
The son this while doth fall, and shadows great doth hide the hills,  
We spread ourselves on land, and laid us down with gladsome wills,  
When ships to shore was brought, and cheer we make on corners all  
Our weary limbs we fresh, and slumber sweet doth on us fall.  

Lodesman.  Nor yet from us the midnight hour his compass quite had run:  
When Palinurus quick from couch himself to steer begun,  
To feel the wind, and quarters all with ears attentif harks.  
And every star that still doth stand or moves in heaven he marcks,  
The wain, the plowstar, & the seven that storms and tempests pours,  
Orion grim with falchion great of gold also that loures.  
When all thing sure he seethe, and all thing fair in skies above,  
From shipbourd loud he gives a sign, we than our camp remove,  
The way we seek to keep, and wings of sails full high we hove.   

And now the morning read doth rise, and stars expulsid be,  
When far aloof with mountains dim, 
They espy Italy.  and low to look, we see  
Italia land. Italia first of all Achates cried.  
Italia than with greeting loud my mates for joy replied.  
Anchises than my father, 
Anchises prayer at the sight of Italy.  straigt a mighty bowl of gold  
Did crown, and fill with wine, and up to Gods on high did hold,  
Auauncing forth in ship.  
O gods, that londs and seas, and tempests great have might to guide:  
Vouchsafe your grace to sand, and speed us fast with wind and tide.  
The wind at wish doth blow: 
They entered a haven of Italy tosacrifice to their gods on the land.  and haven more open now is near,  
And Pallas temple tower to us doth broad in sight appear.  
My fellows made to shore, and down their sails they do bestow,  
The port lieth in from estern seas, and crokith like a bow,  
A front it rocks do stand, and salt sea foam about them falls,  
But close itself it lieth, on either side mith hugy walls  
Two rocky towers arise, the temple shrinks away from shore.  
There for a luck four horses first I saw to feed in grass,  
The ground with teeth they share, and white as snow their colour was.  
My father than Anchises: war (O country qd land he)  
Thou thretnest war, these beasts betoken war, right well I see.  
But than again, for in the cart I see they wont were,  

Luke and balucke.  To draw like matches meet, and glad their bits and yokes to bear,  
I hope of peace (he said) than last our blessed gods we pray.  
And Pallas great in war, that first us did receive that day.  
And heads with purple hoods before the fires in Trojan gist  
We hide from sight, as Helenus with great charge did advise,  
And unto greekish juno there, with gifts and honours new  
We sacrifice, 
Again to sea for they must go about to come to Tiber  and after all things done with order dew:  
Our shrouds aloft we lift, and sails abroad on high we heave.  
Anon the greekish towns, and country sore suspect we leave.  
Than pass we by Tarentum bay, where Hercules sometime  
(If men's report be true) did devil, and there against doth clime  
Lacima goddess seat, and towers of Caulon castles high.  
And than to Sulla's wrackful shore with ships approach we nie.  
Than from the flood a far, 
Aetna the burning mountain in Scicille.  we do the mountain Aetna see,  
And hugy noise of seas we here, and stones that beaten be  
Against the clives, and flapping voice of waves and water sounds,  
The surges ●eapes aloft, and from the sands they steer the grounds.  
Than said my father Anchises, lo, here is Charibdis' hold,  
These stones did Helenus declare, 
Scylla and Charybdis two. dangers.  these ghastly rocks he told.  
O mates, lay to your might, and us with oars from hens remove.  
They did do his command, and Palinurus first above,  
His tacle to the left hand set, and stern to left hand wried:  
To left hand all my mates their ships, with winds and oars applied.  
As high as heaven we rise, with mounting waves, and therewithal  
When down we come, onto the souls of hell we think we fall  
Three roarings loud among the rocks we heard and surges flash.  
And thrice the falling foam to break, and stars we saw to wash.  
This while the wind our weary fleet forsook, so did the sun,  
And onaware, on Cyclops coast from out our curse we run.  
A haven right large there is, 
Description of Aetna.  whom force of wind can never move,  
But Aetna's brasting noise, and grisly thundering, rores above.  
Sometime thereout a blustering cloud doth break, and up to skies  
All smokin black as pitch, with flakes of fires among it flies,  
And flames in foldings round, to sweep the stars, the mouth doth cast,  
Sometime, the rocks and mountains deep entrails, a sunder braced:  
It belching, bolkith out: and stones it melts, and up it throws  
In lompes with rearing noise, and low beneath the bottom glows.  
Enceladus (men say) half brent, (some time,) with lightning blast  

A Giant.  Is pressed here with weight, and Aetna huge on him is cast.  
Whose flaming breath along those furneiss chimneys up doth rise.  
And when his weighed side he haps to turn, in wonders wise  
All Scicil land doth shake with noise, and smoke doth close the skies.  

Wondered noises by night in that wilderness.  That night in woods with straungy sights and monsters far from kind  
We troublid were, nor cause of all that nois or sound we found.  
For neither star nor light in skies there was, nor welcken clear,  
Nor yet for clouds and tempest dim, the Moon could aught apéere,  
The morning next doth rise at east, and light abroad was spread,  
And from the skies the drooping shade of night away was fled:  
When suddenly, from out the woods, with flesh consumed lean,  

A desperate man came to them.  A straungy man to sight appears, in piteous form uneleane.  
To us he came, and down did kneel, with hands abroad upthrown.  
We looked, foul arrayed he was, his beard was overgrown  
His vesture rend with thorns, and like a Greek in weed he went,  
And was sometime among the Greeks to Troy in armour sent.  
He when that Trojan ensigns out, and arms of Troy beheld,  
affrayed, he pawsyd first, and still himself a while he held.  
Anon in haste, all headlong down he roonnes, and prayers meek,  
With tears he wailing makes. Now by the stars I you beseek,  
By all the Gods, and by this breath of heaven that men do feed:  
Take me from hence (O Troyans') where ye list away me lead,  
To lands, or seas, I reck not where, I know myself a Greek,  
And in their ships I came, the spoil of Troy your town to seek.  
For which, if my offence so great deserveth such a wreak:  
In floods do you me drown, or all my limbs in waters break.  
If mankind me doth kill, it doth me good my life to lose.  
So said he, and his knees before us still he kept in woof.  
What man he was we bid him strait to tell, what kindred born,  
And what him ails, and why he looks so like a man forlorn.  
My father Anchises gave to him his hand himself anon,  
And bade him comfort take, for harm of us he should have none.  
He set his fear aside, and thus his tale proceeded on.  
I am a man of Ithaca, 
Achaemenides telleth them his hard adventure.  Ulysses woeful mate.  
My name is Achaemenides, to Troy I came but late.  
My father sent me there, and Adamastus is his name,  
Of poor estate, I would we yet continued had the same,  
For in this place, when all my fellows fled this coast unkind  
For haste, in Cyclops dungeon wide, they left me here behind.  
A bloody shop, where slaughters vile, and dainties foul do stink:  
But huge and broad within: but he himself is worse to think,  
The stars he reatcheth: 
Cyclops were Giants.  such a plague God from this world defend.  
No heart can him behold, nor toongue in talk can comprehend,  
On flesh of men he feeds, and wretch's blood he gnaws and bones,  
I saw myself, when of my fellows bodies twain at ones,  
With mighty hands he caught, and grovelling on the ground outright  
Against a stone he broke them both, the dungeon floor in sight  
Did swim with blood, I saw the blood, and filthy slaver drop  
From out his mouth, when he with teeth their quaking limbs did chop  
But paid he was, nor there Ulysses in that danger great  
This mischief could sustain to see, nor did himself forgeat.  
For when he gorged had himself with meats and drinking drowned, 
How Poliphemus eye was put on't.   
He bowed his neck to sleep, and there he lay along the ground,  
An hideous thing to sight, and belching out the gobs of blood,  
And lompes of flesh with wine he galpyd fourth, we all upstood,  
And prayed our Gods for help, and all atones him round about  
We spread ourselves, and did his eye with weapons sharp put out.  
His mighty eye, that on his frowning face full broad he held,  
In compass like the son, or like a Greekish arming shield.  
And thus our fellows lives at last full glad we be to wreak.  
But flee (alas) O caitiffs', flee, and fast from shore do break  
Your cables.  
For of the sort that Poliphemus is in dongen deep,  
And closyth beasts, and strangers all doth kill, and milketh sheep:  
A hundred more a long this crooked coast, of Cyclops fell  
Among these mountains hie do stray, and deep in dens they dwell.  
Three times the moon her light hath filled, and thrice her light exiled:  
Since I my life in woods, and haunts of beasts and monsters wild  
In wilderness do lead, and Cyclops hie from holes and rocks  
All quaking I behold, and of their feet I fear the knocks.  
For hunger, flows hath been my food, and mast on trees I found  
And Hawthornes hard, and roots of herbs I rend from out the ground.  
All things about I spied, this fleet at last on sea, I see.  
What ever it were, I did myself bequeath thereto to flee.  
And now escaped from this wicked kind, I am at eas.  
Destroy me rather you, and give to me what death you pleas.  
Scant had he said his tale, when on the mountain tops above,  
Himself among the beasts we see, with boisterous noise to move.  

They see the Giant.  That ugly Poliphemus, and to shore himself inclined.  
A monster foul, mischapen, loathsome great, uneeied, and blind.  
A post in hand he bore of mighty Pine, and therewithal  
He felt his way, and led his sheep, there was his comfort all.  
About his neck a pipe there hung, his grief therewith to eas.  
When to the floods he came, and set his foot within the seas,  
From out his grievous eye, thee blood he washed and poison foul  
With gnasshing teeth for woe, and loud for woe began to howl.  
And through the streamy waves he stamping goth, and yet above  
His breast is nothing weet, and thus himself in sea doth hove.  
We all afraid in haste away do flee, and up we take  
Our gest as worthy was, and soft our cables of we broke.  

They flee.  Than sweep we through the seas, and oars we pull with might and main  
He heard us, and against the sound, he turning stepped again.  
But when with hand on us to gripe, he could not have his retch,  
Nor wading through the deep of seas, us back he could not fetch:  
A roaring loud aloft he lifts, whereat the seas, and all  
The waters shook, and lands therewith affrighted 'gan to pall  
Of Italy, and Aetna mount did yell as it would fall.  
But from the woods, all Cyclopss kind, in swarms on every hill  

The giants gather.  Arose and to the ports they run, and shores along they fill.  
We saw them stand (but harm they could not do) with louring eyes,  
The brethren grim of Aetna mount, their heads were up to skies,  
And ugly council, like in sight for number to behold,  
Onto a forest great of oaks, or trees of Cipres old,  
Or like Diana's wood that high to heaven their tops doth hold.   

All headlong fear enforfith us to flee, nor way we know,  
But fourth to seas in hast we flew where wind us list to blow.  
But than again king Helenus' commandments did us stay,  
To keep between Charibdis' gulf, and Scylla middle way.  
Between them both we passed with danger great, an glad we were,  
If course we could not keep, yet back again we thought to bear.  
Behold, a northern blast from out Pelorus mouth was sent,  

The wind holp them.  Therewith Pantagia stony crags I passed incontinent.  
And Megarus and all those bays where Tapsus low doth lie  
I left them all, and through the seas withwind at will I fly  
These places us repeated than, where left he had before,  
Poor Achaemenides, Ulysses mate unlucky borne.   

Against the race of Scicil land, there lieth in seas an isle  
Plemmyrium of ancient men it height, but later while  

Ortigia.  Ortigia doth it call: the fame is, how Alphaeus brook  
By secret ways, 
His long course about scicil.  all under seas to this land passage teke.  
And here it brastyth out, and Arethusas' mouth it meets.  
And therewithal to Scicil seas it runs, and fourth it fleets.  
The blessed gods that in that place do devil we honour than,  
And straight Elorus fertile soil we passed, and fourth we ran,  
Than through the rocks that steep do stand against Pachinus nooks  
Our ways we share, with labours great we overcame the crooks  
Than Camerina pool whom destiny never grant to move,  
And Gelas town full great, and Gelas hills apéeres above.  
Than Agragas his gorgeous walls aloof sets out on high:  
Where horses fierce sometime did breed, the towers a far we spy.  
And thee with all thy dates Selinus soon I left behind.  
And Lilibeas lurking stones and sholdes I passed blind.  
Than haven at Drepanus I took, in that ungladsome shore: 
Hetooke haven at Drepanus in Scicill and there died his father.   
When dangers all of seas and tempests great were passed before:  
Alas my father, there, my only joy in care and woe,  
Anchises I do loose (alas) he there departs me fro.  
There me, O father dear, in labours all thou dost forsake.  
Alas in vain from dangers all of seas thou hast been take.  
Nor Helenus when he to me great fearful things did tell,  
These wailings did forspeake to fall, nor yet Celeno fell. 
Going fro Scicill the storm took him as in the first book appeareth.   
This is my labour last, there was my journey long at end.  
From thence departing now doth god me to your countries sand.  
So lord Aeneas, to them all ententife to behold,  
The destinies of the Gods did show, and all his courses told,  
He stayed at last, and making here an end, did silence hold.   
DEO GRATIAS.  
Per Thomam Phaer, in foresta Kilgerran. x. Octobris. Anno. 1555. Opus Viginti dierum.   


Getula towns, a people wild in wars, and uncontrolled,  
And sturdy Moors on every quarter closes, and beside,  
The sands of Sirtes coast, and wilderness both long and wide,  
And deserts dry, where salvage men of Barcey broad do stray.  
Than of the wars of Tyrus now that rise, what should I say?  
And of your brothers threatenings?  
I hope the gods of purpose good, and mighty junos' grace:  
Hath made the winds to bring the Trojan ships into this place.  
What city sister shall you see of this? what empire grow?  
When Trojan arms to us are knit, and men this wedlock know?  
With what renown and glory great shall Africa think you rise?  
Do you your gods of pardon first beseek (I thus advise)  
And after service done, do him in gestwise entertain,  
And causes found from day to day to make him here remain,  
While winter wind endures, and while the skies have laid their rage,  
And while the ships repairing been, and force of seas assuage.  
With this her burning mind incensyd more began to flame,  
And hope in doubtful heart she caught, and of she kest her shame.   

First unto temples all they gone, and peace on altars all  
They pray their gods to give, and slaughters down they make to fall,  
To Ceres first that laws did give, to father Bacchus pure,  
To Phoebus, and to juno chief that hath of wedlock's cure.  
Herself with bowl in hand, Queen Dido Queen most fresh of hue  
The wine between the hefers horns (so white as snow) she threw,  
Or at the stagys' great of gods with gifts and vows she walks  

The manner was than to know fortunes by lokig upon the inward parts of their slain sacrifices and by soothsayers. A lover like a wounded dere.  With musing mind, and fortunes new by wondrous means she calks:  
On beasts entrails she pries, and livers hot, and from their throats  
The breathing lungs she seeks, and every sign therein she notes.  
O calcars dreaming heads: what helps her vows, her pilgrim deeds,  
What helps her temples sought? when soaking flame her marrow feeds  
This while, and festering deep in breast her wound the faster breeds.  
So silly Dido burns, and through the town with raging cheer  
Astray she wanders wide, as doth sometime the stricken deer,  
Whom ranging through the chase, some hunter shooting far by chance  
All onaware hath smit, and in her side hath left his lance.  
She fast to wilderness and woods doth draw, and there complains  
Alone, but underneath her ribs the deadly dart remains.  
Sometime about the walls she walks (Aeneas by her side)  
And town already made she shows, and pomp of Tyrus pride  
Begins to speak, and in the mids thereof her tale she stays.  
Sometimes again, and towards night to banquets him she prays,  
And Trojan toils again to tell she him beséekes, and harkes  
With burning mind, and every word and countenance all she marks.  
Than when they parted wéere, and light of Moon was down by west,  
And on the skies the falling stars do men provoke to rest:  
She than alone (as one forsaken) mourns, and in his place  
She layeth her down, and thinks she hears and seethe him face to face.  
Or on her lap Ascanius for his father's likeness sake  
She holds, if happily so she might this irksome love aslake.  
The works of towers are left, no feats of arms the youth applies,  
Nor havens are wrought, nor for the wars the mighty bulwarks rise.  
All things onperfit stand, the buildings great, and threatenings hie  
Of hugy walls, and engines for their height that match the sky.  

juno doth practise with Venus to keep Aeneas still in Africa that he might not come to Italy to build Rome.  Whom when dame juno saw with plague so wood to be d●…naide  
(The mighty spouse of jove) nor for no speech it could be staid:  
To Venus first she came, and thus to her began to break.  
A goodly praise (in deed) and worthy conquest great to speak  
Thy boy and thou do get: a gay renown you do obtain,  
If one poor woman trainid be by heavenly persons twain.  
Nor think not but I know that thou my walls of Carthage high  
Hast in suspect, and dreading still the worst, all things dost try.  
But shall we never end? or why do we so fiercely strive?  
And do not everlasting peace and friendship fast contrive?  
Why wedlocks join we not? thou hast thyself thin own desire,  
Now love in Dido's bones is bred, she fries in raging fire.  
Two people now therefore in one let us conjoin, and guide  
With equal love: to Trojan husband (lo) she shall be tied,  
And Carthage all I give to thee for jointer fast to bind.  
To her again (for well she knew she spoke with fainid mind  
That Rome she might reject, and Carthage kingdom empire make)  
Than Venus answered thus. Who is so mad that will forsake  
This thing? or gladly would in war with thee so long contend?  
If what thou speakyst now will fortune bring to perfect end.  
But distnies makes me doubt, and whether he that reigns above  
One town of Troy and Tyrus made can be content to love:  
Or will allow the people's twain to mix and league to bind,  
Thou art his wife, thou mayst be bold to frame and feel his mind.  
Begin, I will proceed. Than said dame juno Queen so stout,  
Let me alone for that: now how this thing shall come about  
Give ear to me, for now my mind thou shalt perceive outright.  
A hunting forth Aeneas goth with Dido woeful wight  
In woods and forest wide, when morning next gins to spring,  
And son with glistering beams again to sight the world doth bring.  
I from aloft a stormy cloud, and mixed with sléet and hail  
A tempest dark as night on them to power I will not fail.  
While in the woods they walk, and while the youth enclose the toil:  
The rain shall rise, and heaves with thunders all I will turmoil.  
Their company from them shall flee, each one his head shall hide,  
A cave the Queen shall take, the Trojan duke with her shall bide.  
I will be there, and if thy will accord onto my mind:  
For ever I shall make them fast and wedlock steadfast bind.  
There shall begin the day, that sorrows all shall quite exile.  
Dame Venus granted that, and to herself she 'gan to smile,  
She gave a nod, and glad she was she could perceive the guile.   

The morning rose, and from the sea the son was comen about,  
When to the gates assemblith fast of noble youth a rout  
With nets and engines great, and hunter spears full large of length.  
The horsemen rush with noise, and dogs are brought a mighty strength.  
The great estates of Moors before the doors await the Queen.  
In chamber long she stays, and ready bridled best beseen  
The plafrey stands in gold, attirid rich, and fierce he stamps  
For pride, and on the foamy bit of gold with teeth he champes,  
At last she comes, and forth with mighty train she doth proceed,  
All brave with mantel bright, encompassed fresh in glistering weed,  
Her quiver on her shoulder hangs, her hears with knots of gold  
Are trust: and gold about her breast her purple garments hold.  
The Trojan peers also went on, Ascanius glad of cheer,  
Aeneas eke before them all that fairest did apeere  
Aduauncith forth himself, and with the Queen he joinith band.  
Most like onto Apollo clear, when to his country land  
To Delos down he comes, and winter cold he doth forsake,  
And feasts among his country lords and banquets great doth make,  
The dancers do disguise themselves, and altars round about,  
The husbandmen do hop and cry, with noise and joyful shout.  
Himself aloft on hills doth walk, his wavering locks behind  
He wags, and they with garlands gay and twists of gold are twinned,  
His arrows on his shoulders clattering hangs: in manner like  
Aeneas went, so great a mirth to men his face doth strike.  
When to the mountains out they came and haunts of beasts on high:  
Behold, adown the rocks the dear with bouncing leaps do fly.  
And over lands they course, and many an heard of heart and hind,  
With feet through dust upthrown they skud, and hills they leave behind.  
But in the vale his praunsing steed Ascanius swift bestrides,  
And sometime these, and sometime those, with swift course overrides.  
With dastard beasts his mind is not content, but maketh vows  
Some foamy boar to find, or lion ramping read would rouse.   

By this time heaven with rambling noise and clouds is overcast,  
And thunders break the skies, and rain outrageous pourith fast,  
And showers of hail and sléet so sharp, that fast on every side  
The Carthage lords and Trojan youth each one themselves doth hide  
In woods and houses, here and there they seek, both man and child  
For fear, and down from hills the floods do fall with waters wild.  
A cave the Queen did take, the Trojan duke with her did bide.  
The ground proclaimd mirth, and juno self did give the bride.  
The fire and air agreed, and to this cowpling gave their light  
In sign of joy, and over head the mountain fairies shright.  

The fairy ladies.  There first began the grief, that day was cause of sorrows all,  
For nothing after that by fame she sets nor what may fall,  
Nor longer now for love in stealth Queen Dido her provides,  
But wedlock this she calls, with wedlock's name her fault she hides.   

Anon through all the cities great of Africa, 
Fame the daughter of earth & sister to the Giants that attempted to scale heavem.  Fame is gone,  
The blazing fame, a mischief such, as swifter is there none.  
By moving more she breeds, and as she runs her might doth rise.  
By low for fear she lurkith first, than strait aloft in skies,  
With pride on ground she goth, and percith clouds with head on height.  
Dame Earth her mother brooded forth (men say) that child in spite  
Against the Gods, when Giants first of serpent féeted line  
Enceladus and Ceus wrought high heaven to undermine.  
Than for disdain (for on themselves their own work jove did fling)  

Fame.  Their sister crawlyd forth, both swift of feet and wight of wing.  
A monster ghastly great, for every plume her carcase bears:  
Like number leering eyes she hath, like number harckning ears,  
Like number tongues & mouths she wags, a wondrous thing to speak,  
At midnight fourth she flies, and under shade her sound doth squeak.  
All night she wakes, nor slumber sweet doth take, nor never sleeps  
By days, on houses tops she sits, or gates, or towns she keeps.  
On watching towers she climbs, and cities great she makes aghast,  
Both truth and falsehood forth she tells, and lies abroad doth cast.  
She than the people's mouths about with babbling broad did fill,  
And things onwrought and wrought she told, and blew both good and ill.  
How one Aeneas of the blood of Troy was come to land,  
Whom Dido fresh for wanton love full soon had caught in hand.  
And now this winter season long in pleasure pass they must  
Regarding non estate, but give themselves to filthy lust.  
These things in mouths of men this goddess vile full thick did thrust.   


A wooer.  Than turning, strait her way she took onto Hiarbas king,  
Whose mind with tales on fire she set, and sore his wrath did sting.  
This king was Ammon's son of Garamanth Nymph his dame,  
A hundred temples huge about his kingdoms wide of fame,  
A hundred altars hie to jove he kept, with waking fires  
Both night and day to God, and holy priests had their desyers'.  
Of beasts and slaughters fat: the soils with blood were all imbrued  
And sweet with flowers and garlands fresh, the floors always renewed.  
He mad in mind, and through these bitter news incensyd wood,  
Men say, as he before his altars prayed and humbly stood:  
His hands to heaven up threw, and thus he cried with vexid mood.  
Almighty jove, whom duly Moors esteem for God and king,  
And feasts of broidered beds to thee, and wines of joy do bring,  

Antiquity fed upon beds as the Turks do yet.  Beholdest thou this? and mighty father thee with thunder dints  
Despise we thus? and yet from us thy strokes of lightnings stintes?  
Nor quake we not, when through the clouds thy sounding breaks above?  
In vain thy voices run? will nothing us to virtue move?  
A woman, lately come to land, that bought of us the ground,  
To whom the soil we gave to till, and city new to found,  
And laws also we lent, my wedlock (lo) she hath forsake:  
And now Aeneas lord of her and all her land doth make.  

He compares Acneas to Paris.  And now this pranking Paris fine with mates of beardless kind:  
To dropping hear and savours nice, and vices all inclined,  
With Greekish wimple pinkid, womanlike: yet must the same  
Enjoy the spoils of this, and we thy servants take the shame,  
For all our offering gifts to thee we find no fruit but fame.  
Thus praying in his fervent mood, and altars holding fast,  
Almighty jove him heard, and to the court his eyes did cast.  
Where now these lovers devil forgetting life of better fame.  
Than Mercury to him he calls, 
The commandment of jove to Mercury.  who stayght obeyed the same.   

Go son, come of, and call the winds, and winged slip thee down  
Unto the Trojan duke, that now aloof in Carthage town  
Doth linger time, and of his fatal cities hath no mind.  
Go speak to him, and thus convey my words as swift as wind.  
Not such a man his mother dear did promise' he should prove,  
Nor him from dangers twice of Greeks for this did she remove:  
But one that should Italia land where dréedful wars do swell  
By conquest undetread, and them to right and peace compel,  
And Trojan blood he should advance to due renown and fame,  
And all the world should under laws subdue and rule the same.  
If glory none of things so great nor courage him doth move,  
Nor for his praise himself to take the pains he doth not love,  
Yet from Ascanius why doth he the towers of Rome remove?  
What means he? why remains he thus within his enemies ward?  
And had not unto Lavin land and offspring there regard?  
Bid him to sea, this is the some, (qd he) go tell him this.  
This spoken, he his father's mind obeyed as duty is.  

Mercury busketh him forward.  And first his slender feet with shoes and wings of gold he ties,  
That him both up and down doth bear, where ever coast he flies,  
Both over seas and over lands, in post in air above.  
He took his rod also, wherewith from hell he doth remove  
The louring souls, and souls also to dungeons deep he sends,  
And sleeps therewith he gives and takes, and men from death defends.  
The winds by force thereof he cuts, and through the clouds he swims,  
And now, approaching near, the top he seeth and mighty limbs  
Of Atlas' mountain tough, 
The ●escription of his journey from heaven along the mountain Atlas in Africa, highest in earth.  that heaven on boistous shoulders bears,  
Of Atlas' old, whom beating showers and storms and tempests wears  
Whose head encompassed all with trees of Pine in garlondwise,  
With louring clouds is ever clad, that more and more do rise,  
His shoulders hid with snow, and from his hoary beard adown,  
The streanies of waters fall, with ise and frost his face doth frown.  
There first on ground with wings of might doth Mercury arrive.  
Than down from thence right over seas himself doth headlong drive,  
Most like a bird that near the banks of seas his haunting keeps,  
Among the fishfull rocks, and low beneath on water swéepes.  
Non otherwise Mercurius between the skies and lands  
Did shear the winds, and overflew the shores of Lybi sands.  
When first the bowers of Afrique land with wingid feet he twight:  
Aeneas he might see to stand among them broad in sight  
Advancing up the towers, and houses high was altering new,  
Begirt with hanger bright, beset with stones as stars to view,  
And shining read in robe of Moorishe purple, mantle wise,  
He stood, and from his shoulders down it hang Morisco gise.  
Queen Dido's work it was, her precious gift of love to hold,  
Herself the web had wrought, and warpyd fine with wreath of gold.  
Strait unto him he steps and said. Thou now of Carthage high  
Foundations new dost lay, and doting dost thy mind apply  
To please thy lusty spouse, and city fair thou dost prepare,  
Alas, and of thine own affairs or kingdoms hast no care.  
Himself the mighty god doth me to thee on message sand,  
The king of heaven and earth, that all this world with beck doth bend.  
Himself hath bid me through the winds so swift these things to tell.  
What ghost about? why spendist time in Lybi land to devil?  
If glory none of things so great thy courage do not move,  
Nor thou for praise to take the pain wilt for thine own behove:  
Yet by Ascanius rising now have some regard to stand,  
And hope of heirs of him, to whom by right Italia land  
And empire great of Rome is dew. So said this heavenly wight,  
And in the mids his tale he broke, and fled from mortal sight,  
And out of reatche of eyes as thin as air he vanished quite.   

Aeneas than affrighted stood in silence domme dismayed,  
His hear uprose for fear, his voice between his jaws if stayd.  
feign would he flee, and of that country sweet his licence take.  
Astoynid with so great commandment given, and god that spoke.  
Alas what shall he do? how dare he now attempt to break  
Unto the Queen of this? or where his tale begin to speak?  
His doubtful mind about him swift he kest both here and there,  
And sundry ways he weighed, and searcheth dangers every where.  
Thus striving long, this last devise him liked best of all.  

His capteins.  Cloanthus and Serestus strong, and Mnesteus he doth call,  
And bids them rig their fleet, and close their people draw to shore,  
And armours all prepare, and jest thereof might rise uproar:  
Some causes else they should pretend, himself when time shall serve,  
When Dido least doth know, and jest suspects his love to serve,  
He will assay to seek most pleasant time with her to treat,  
And meetest mean to make (for craft is all, who can the feat)  
They glad without delay their lords commandment did fulfil,  
All things in order set, and close they kept their princes william.   

Anon the Queen had found the guile. What craft can compass love?  
She did forecast no less, and first she felt their practice move,  
All things mistrusting strait, and fame also that monster would  
Her fumes increased more, with news, the ships in armour stood,  
And Troyans' for their flight (she said) all things prepared had.  
Her heart therewith did faint, and frantic (like a creature mad)  
She rails with ramping rage, & through the streets and towns about  
With noise she wanders wide, most like a guide of Bacchus' rout:  
When shouting through the fields with trumpet sound they run by night,  
In freke of Bacchus' feast, and mountains hie they fill with shright,  
At last unto Aeneas thus talk her words she dight.  
To hide also from me this mischief great, hast thou the heart?  
Thou traitor false? and from my land by stelih wouldst thou departed?  
Nor my unfeigned love, nor thy remorse of promise plight,  
Nor Dido, like to die with cruel death, can stay thy flight?  
But in the mids of winter storm away thou wilt in hast?  
In these outrageous seas, and through the force of northern blast?  
O caitiff most unkind: what if it were a country known,  
The land thou ghost to seek, no straungy realm, but all thine own?  
What if that Troy, sometime thy native town, did yet endure?  
Should Troy through all these boisterous seas this time thy ships allure?  
And fleest thou me? Now by these weeping tears, and thy right hand  
(For nothing else I left me miser now whereby to stand)  
By our espousayll first, and for the love of wedlock sought:  
If ever well deserved I of thee, if ever aught  
Of joy thou hadst of me, have mercy now, I am ontwind.  
Destroy not all my house, O be not so extreme enkind,  
If prayers may prevail, let prayers yet relent thy mind.   

For thee alone the tyrants all and kings of Lyby land  
Do hate me now, for thee alone my people me withstand,  
For thee also my shamefast life I broke, and evermore   

He would have spoke, her ladies lift her up, and up did bear,  
To chamber her they brought, in precious bed they laid her there.   

But good Aeneas though full feign he would her grief assuage,  
And words of comfort speak to turn from her that heavy rage,  
In heart he mourned much, and shaken sore with fervent love:  
Yet to his ships he went to do the charge of gods above.  
Than all the Troyans' them bestyrd, in haste on every side,  
Their ships they launched out, the anointed planks on water glide.  
And oars they made of bows, the woods with them to seas they bear  
unshapen yet for haste.  
From all the town they ran, you might them swarming thick behold.  

The description of pismares or emotes.  And like as Ants apply their work, that think on winter cold,  
When heaps of corn they spoil, and to their house convey their store:  
Their army black goeth out, and from the fields with labour sore  
Their booties home they bring, and some the kernels great of grain  
With might of shoulders shove, and some behind survey the train,  
Correcting some for slewth, with chéering forth the work it heats,  
The ways are worn with weight, and every path of labour sweats.   

What mind alas O Dido now? what grief was this to thee?  
What wailing up thou setst? when so on shore thou didst them see?  
And when thou mightst behold before thy face from towers on high  
The seas on every side resound with such uproar and cry?  
O Love unmild, what dost thou not man mortal drive to seek?  
Again to tears she goeth, again she falls to prayers meek,  
She yéeldes to him for love, nor nothing will she leave untried,  
But practise all to prove, if aught will help before she died.  
Lo sister Anne, thou seest how swift to shore this people hies,  
From every coast they come, their sails are set for wind to rise,  
With crowns for joy their seamen deck their pups in garlandguise.  
If ever, sister, such a grief had come within my thought:  
I would have borne the same, or else some other swift have wrought.  
Yet one thing sister, in this woeful plight do thou for me,  
For this peiured wretch regarded non so much as thee.  
To thee alone he would commit both secret thought and deed,  
Thou knowest the man's good hours, and pleasant time with him to speed.  
Go sister, and go tell my words to my disdainful foo:  
I was not she that did conspire with Greeks to Troy to go,  
Nor did subvert his towns, nor ships nor armour ever sent  
To stroy the Trojan blood, nor to his foes assistens lent.  
I never broke his father's tomb, nor bones in pieces chopped.  
Why hath he thus to my request his ears so stiffly stopped?  
Where now away to run, will he remove in all this haste?  
O let him yet have one respect to me for token last,  
This one reward I crave, for duties all most miser wight,  
O let him bide a while, till wind and seas may serve his flight.  
I seek no more the wedlock old, which he hath now betrayed,  
Nor from Italia goodly land he longer should be stayed.  
I seek no longer him to keep his kingdom to forbear.  
A vacant time I ask, and respite small my woe to wear,  
While fortune learn me to lament, and brook my fatal fall,  
For pity (sister) sue for me this pardon last of all.  
Which when thou dost obtain: requited it with my death I shall.  
Thus talked she with tears, and weeping thus both to and fro  
Her sister went and came, and bore and brought increase of wo.  
But weeping naught prevails, nor wailing aught his mind doth move,  
His breast so stiffly bend, entreatinges all from him doth shove,  
God worketh so, his gentle ears are stopped from heavens above.  
And as an ancient Oak of timber stout is tossed and torn,  
With northern boisterous blasts, now here, now there with bending born,  
When struggling winds do strive, the craking noise aloft doth sound,  
The branches break above, and bows abroad are spread on ground.  
Yet still on rocks it stands, and as the top doth climb to grow  
To heavens in height: so reacheth down the root to Limbo low.  
Non otherwise afflicted is this prince with message brought,  
incessantly with tears, and grievous cares oppressed his thought,  
Yet stands he fixed still, and tears of eyes do tryll for naught.   

Than Dido (woeful soul) with plagues of destinies foul affright  
Desires to dye, she lothith now of heaven to see the light.  
Her purpose also further forth to set, and life to leave:  
As she on burning altars did incense and offerings heave,  
(A loathsome thing to speak) the sacred liquors black they stood,  
And wines in pouring forth she saw them turn to filthy blood.  
This vision to no wight, not, not her sister dear she told.  

Princes had temple in their houses  There was also within her court, to serve her husband old  
A marble temple pure of wondrous work, that day by day  
Devoutly she did dress with fléeses white, and garlands gay:   


Description of midnight.  Than was it night, and creatures all that weary were on ground  
Did take their stomber sweet; both woods and seas had left their sound,  
And waves of waters wild, when stars at midnight soft do slide,  
When whust is every field, and beasts and birds of painted pride  
In bushes: broad that breed, and country fowls of land and lake,  
By night in silence still are set on sleep, their eas to take,  
Forgetting labours long, and care away from heart they shake.  
But not so Dido could, nor never rest relieves her mind,  
On sleep she never falls, her eyes or heart no night can find.  
Her cares increasing rise, with raging love in breast she boils  
A fresh, an surges wild of wrath within herself she toils.  
Between them thus she strives, and thus her heavy heart turmoils.  
Lo, what shall I now do? shall I again go seek with shame,  
My former suitors love? shall I go sue to wed the same?  
Whom I so oftentimes to take to me disdained have?  
Or shall I in the Trojan fleet go serve, and live a slave?  
What else? for where they had before this time relief of me:  
They will remember that, and well they quite me now you see.  
Admit I would so do, what is he there will me receive  
To their disdayneful ships? O fool, thou dost thyself deceive.  
O creature lost, dost thou not yet the falsehood understand  
Of that perjured nation false of Laomedon's band?  
What than? shall I alone pursue these boatmen brave in flight?  
Or shall I raise my people all in arms with me to fight?  
And them that out of Sydon land I scarcely brought with pain,  
Shall I go bid them sail, and send them out to seas again?  
Nay rather dye thyself, as worthy well thou dost deserve,  
And with this weapon quench away thine own distress and starve.  
Thou sister overcome with tears, on me this mischief furst  
Didst put, and to my mortal foe didst throw me most accursed.  
Could I not yet my life have led without reproach or miss,  
As doth some salvage beast? and not have felt the cares of this?  
My promise broken is, that I my husband dead did make.  
These wailings she within her breast with heart full heavy brake.   

Aeneas than aboard in ship assured forth to pass:  
Was taking rest, and for the flight all thing prepared was.  
To him the god again in habit like, and former face  
Appearing showed himself, and thus in dream bespoke his grace.  
All things lybe Mercury he bore, both form and voice and hue,  
And gloss of shining hear, and comely youth of beauty new.  
Thou goddess son, in all this perilous season canst thou sleep?  
Nor how thou art beset with dangers great hast thou no keep?  
Thou foolish man? these goodly western winds dost thou not here?  
She now on mischief thinks, and wicked craft her mind doth steer,  
Assured bend to death, and waves of wrath her heart doth cast.  
Wilt thou not headlong flee betime, while power to flee thou hast?  
Anon the seas enclosed under ships, and blazing brands  
On every side shall shine, thou shalt see burning all the strands,  
If thee this morning son about this country find to range.  
Break of dispatch: a divers minded thing, and full of change  
Is woman kind always, dispatch. So spoke this heavenly wight,  
And through the dark of night himself withdrew from mortal sight.   

Aeneas with that sudden voice in mind right sore appalled:  
Himself from sleep he shook, and on his mates he freshly called.  
Now every man awake, bestow yourselves on hatches high,  
In haste hoist up your sails, again the god is come from sky.  
In haste forthwith to shifted, and cables cut from hence to flee,  
Lo ones again he calls. O blessed god we wait on thee  
What ever thou art: thy will ngayne with glad cheer we obey.  
Be with us now for speed, and send us stars to guide our way,  
And weather good (he said.) With that, he drew his falchion out,  
That bright as lightning shone, and cables strake with courage stout.  
Than every man bestirs: they seek, they snatch, they take, they tear,  
The shores aloof they leave, the seas for ships appeareth no where.  

The morning was taken for a goddess & imagined nightly to lie with Tithon king of the East.  And now the Morning read had left sir Tython's painted bed,  
And broad on earth her glistering beams and light had newly spread.   

The Queen as dawning waxed white from tooting towers on high,  
When she the fleet thus under sail in order did espy,  
And wind at will to drive, and nothing left behind at shore,  
And saw the havens all empty stand withouten beat or ore:  
Three times her hands she beat, and four times strake her comely breast,  
Her golden hear she tore, and frantikelyke with mood oppressed:  
She cried, O jupiter, O god (qd she) and shalla go  
In deed? and shalla flout me thus within my kingdoms, so?  
Shall not mine armies out? and all my peoples them pursue?  
Shall they not spoil their ships, or burn them all with vengeance due?  
Out people, out upon them, follow fast with fires and flames.  
Set sails aloft, make out with oars, in ships, in boats, in frames.  
What speak I? or where am I? what furies me do thus enchant?  
O Dido woeful wretch, now destinies fell thy head doth haunt.  
This first thou shouldst have done, when thou thy kingdom putst from thee.  
Lo this it is to trust. This goodly faith and troth hath he  
That so devout, his country gods men say doth seek to rear,  
And he that on his shoulders did his aged father bear.  
Can I not him by force have caught, and piece from piece have torn?  
Or spread his limbs in seas, and all his people stain before?  
Can I not of Ascanius' chopping made? and dress for meat  
His flesh? and than his father done thereof his fill to eat?  
Than grown a doubt there had perhaps in fight, what if it had?  
Whom dread I bent to death? than would I strait with furies mad  
Have brent his camp with brands, and filled his ships with fire & flame.  
Both sire and son destroyed, and of their nation quench the name,  
That done, I would have thrown myself full glad upon the same.  
O Son with blazing beams, that every deed on earth dost view,  
And juno goddess great, that knowest what thing to this is dew:  
Diana deep, whose name by night all towns in crospathes cry,  
And fends of vengeans fell, and gods that Dido make to die,  
Receive my words, and turn from me the wreak of sinner's pain.  
Hear now my voice: if destinies do that wicked head constrain  
To enter haven, and needs he must with mischief swim to land,  
If god will needs dispose it so to be, there let it stand.  
Yet let him vexed be, with arms and wars of people's wild,  
And hunted out from place to place, an outlaw still exyld,  
Let him go beg for help, and from his child dissevered be,  
And death and slaughters vile of all his kindred let him see.  
And when to laws of wicked peace he doth himself behight,  
Yet let him never reign, nor in this life to have delight:  
But die before his day, and rot on ground withouten grave.  
This is my prayer last, this with my blood of you I crave.  
Than to their lineage all, O you my people show despite,  
O Moors apply them still with strife, let hatred hate acquit.  
This charge to you I leave, 
Other came Hannibal that after plagued Rome.  these offering presents send you me,  
When dead I am: let never love nor league between you be.  
Than of my bones arise there may some imp revenger fell,  
That shall the Trojan clowns with force of fire and sword expel.  
Now, than, and evermore, as time shall serve to give them might  
Let shore to shore, and stream to stream, be still repugnant right.  
This I desire, let them in arms and all their offpring fight.  
Thus said she, and her mind about in compass wide she kest,  
Desiring soon this hateful world to leave and be at rest.  
Than thus to Barcey strait, Sichaeus nurse she shortly said,  
(For at her country old, her own, in dust before was laid:)  
Dear nurse (qd she) go bid my sister haste that she were here,  
Attire herself she must, and wash with streams of water clear,  
And offerings bid her bring, and beasts appointed here to lead,  
And thou thy head (O nurse devout) with vesture see thou spread,  
Than let her come. To Pluto deep such vows as I have take  
My mind is to perform, and of my cares an end to make.  
The tokens all of Troy to burning fire I will commit.  
She hearing steppid forth, and hasted on with aged wit.   

But Dido quaking fierce with frantic mode and grisly hew,  
With trembling spotted cheeks, her huge attempt to pursue,  
Besides herself for rage, and towards death with visage wan,  
Her eyes about she rolled, as read as blood they looked then.  
Anon to the inner court in hast she runs, and up the pile  
She mounting climes aloft, and on the top thereof awhile  
She stood, and naked from the sheath she draws the fatal blade  
A gift of Troy, that unto these effects was never made.  
There, when she saw the Trojan weeds and couch acquainted laid  
With tricling tears awhile, and mourning heart herself she stayed.  
Than flat on bed she fell, and these her last words than she said.  
O sweet remain of clothing left, and thou O dulcet bed,  
(While god and fortune would, and while my life with you I led)  
receive from me this soul, and from these cares my heart untwine.  
A time of life I had, of fortune's race I ran the line:  
And now from me my figure great goth under ground to devil.  
My walls I raised have, and city rich that doth excel.  
My husbands death, and on my brother false I wroke my teen.  
O happy (we laway) and over happy had I been,  
If never Trojan ship (alas) my country shore had seen.  
This said, she wried her head, and unrevenged must we die?  
But let us boldly die (qd she) thus, thus to death I ply.  
Thus under ground I gladly go, lo thus I do expier,  
Let yonder Trojan tyrant now with eyes devour this fire,  
As on the seas he sits, and with my death fulfil his ire.  
Thus speaking, in the mids thereof she left, and therewithal  
With breast on piercing sword, her laties saw where she did fall.  
The blade in foamy blood, and hands abroad with sprawling thrown▪  
To heaven the shouts arise, and through the town the fame is blown.  
Lamenting loud begins, and wailinges wide, and roarings hie,  
In every house they howl, and women cast a rueful cry.  
The city shakes, the noise rebounding breaks the mighty sky.  
Non otherwise, than if some rage of enemies all their town  
At ones had overrun, and houses hie were tearing down,  
As all at ones should fall, Carthago proud, or ancient tire,  
And buildings both of gods and men should burn with blazing fire:  
Her sister heard the sound, as dead for dread she stood undressed,  
With nails her face she tore, and with her fists she beaten her breast,  
And ramping through the mids of men she runs, and by her name  
She calls her: now in death. O sister mine, and lady dame,  
Is this the cause that I from thee so far beguiled was?  
Did I this pile of fire and altars build for this? alas,  
What should I now forsaken first complain? O sister sweet,  
Hast thou despised, me to take with thee, a mate so meet?  
Why didst thou me thy sister to this death disdain to call?  
One weapon should us both dispatch at ones from sorrows all.  
And with my hands have I so wrought? have I my gods so cried?  
That from this cruel plight of thine my presence was denied?  
O sister, now thou hast undone this day both thee and me,  
Thy town, thy peoples all, thy worthy lords confounded be.  
Carthago quenched is: O let me wash these wounds in haste,  
And if there be remaining yet soine life or breathing last,  
My mouth shall fetch the same forthwith. So said she, and now aloft  
The pile she clymyd had, and in her bosom clasping soft  
Her sister heavy held (in pang that was) and with her weed  
She wailing wypid of the deadly blood that black did bleed.  
She towards her, he heavi fainting eyes would feign have cast,  
But fixed underneath her breast her wound reboyleth fast.  
Three times herself she lift, and on her elbow sought to stay.  
And thrice she sounding fell, and there upon she gave a bray,  
Than thrice on bed she tossed, and with her eyes uprolling round,  
Of heaven she sought the light, and groaned sore when it she found,  
Almighty juno than, these labours hard, and passage long  
Lamented sore to see, and down she sent in message strong,  
Dame Iris high, that on the Rainbow read in heaven doth sit:  
This struggling soul to take, and from these pains her limbs unknit.  
For whereas no deserved death, nor destinies her did kill,  
But silly soul before her day, by rage of frantic will,  
Her golden hear as yet from her not taken was, nor yet  
Diana dampened had her head to lake of Limbo pit:   

Dame Rainbow down therefore with safron wings of dropping showers,  
Whose face a thousand sundry hews against the sun devours,  
From heaven descending came, and (on her head.) Here I do thee  
To Pluto now bequeath, and from this corpse I make thee free.  
She said, and with her hand she clipped her hear so clear that shined,  
And therewithal her limbs at one's their heat from them resind.  
And thin as air her life went out, dispersed abroad in wind.   
DEO GRATIAS.  
Per Thomam Phaer, in foresta Kilgerran, ix. Aprilis. Anno. 1556. Opus Quindecim dierum.   

¶ The fifth book of the Aeneidos of Virgil.  
The Argument.  
¶ Aeneas' leaving Carthage, and sailing towards Italy, by force of a tempest is driven into Scicil, where, being friendly received by Acestes: he celebrateth his father Anchises tweluemonethes mind, whom he had buried at Drepanus that day twelvemonth before. And maketh plays, and games at his grave, and distributeth rewards to such as won them. Cloanthus winneth in fight on sea. Euryalus, through the sleight of Nisus: winneth the price in running, and so doth Eurytion in shouting. Entellus the ancient, overcometh Dates at the game called Caestus (which is fighting with bags or flaps of leather hanging by strings, wherein is either lead, or sand) who youthfully boasted of himself. Howbeit the chief rewards, and honour, in respect of age, and dignity: were adjudged unto Acestes, whose arrow when it flew into the air: suddenly waxed a fire. Ascanius in the honour of Anchises his grandfather with the other youth of nobility practiseth fight, and feats on horseback, resembling warlike prowisse. In the mean time the Trojan wives, at the instigation of the Raynbow and for weary someness of their long travail: cast fire among the fleet, and quite destroyed four tall ships. The rest by a sudden shower of rain sent by jupiter: were preserved from burning. The night following, Anchises appeareth to his son Aeneas in a dream, & warneth him from jupiter, that following the counsel of Nautes, he leave behind him the women, and the impotent old men, in Scicil, and he himself with the force of his army, and the lustiest youths of all the company: show d sail into Italy. Where he should first go seek Sibylla's den, by whose direction he should be brought unto him into the fields called Elysijs, or fields of pleasure, where he should be informed of all the race of his posterity, and learn the events of all wars that should shortly befall him. Wherefore Aeneas then obeying his father's commandment: builded a city in Scicill named Acestes, and there made a Colonye of women, and old men that were unfit for war, and himself with the strength of his army taketh his voyage towards Italy. Therwhiles, Neptunus at the entreaty of Venus maketh the sea calm, whilst Aeneas saileth. In this goodly calmness Palinurus the stearesman falling a sleep: is cast helm and all into the sea, whose turn Aeneas supplieth.  

AEneas on his way this while with ships the seas did shear,  
Amids the working waves of Northern wind full rough that were,  
Assured now to pass, and back full often he kest his eien  
To Dido's woeful walls, on every side that now did shine  
With flames of burning bright, what kindlyd hath so great a fire,  
The cause unknown it is, but wondrous feats in fervent ire,  
Is wrought by woman kind, when breach of love hath made them mad:  
Thus pensive pass the Troyans' from that sight and token sad.   

When to the deep their ships were come, and now on neither side  
Appears no land, but seas and skies about them broad are spied:  
A shower above his head there stood, all dusky black with blue,  
Both night and storm it brought, & strait the waters dark their hue.  
Himself the Lodesman Palynure from puppe at stern on high  
Alack, why hath these clouds so thick encompassed thus the sky?  
What workest thou father Neptune now? he said, and therewithal  
He bids them truss their tackles, and with oars to labour fall,  
And sails to léeward set, than thwart the wind he kest about,  
And thus he spoke Aeneas prince of might and courage stout.  
If god himself, as now this wether stands, would say to me,  
To fetch Italia land, yet would I think it could not be.  
So work these wayward winds, and from by west the tempest grim  
Doth rise with boistous noise, and air with clouds encloseth dim.  
Nor strive no more we may, nor if we list we can come there.  
Since fortune therefore doth prevail, let us with fortune bear,  
And turn where fortune calls, not far it is (as I suppose)  
Unto thy brother Erix coast and havens of Sicil woose,  
(If I in mind my wont course of stars do well retain.)  
Aeneas gentle said, In deed I see thee strive in vain  
With labour all this while, and so me think these winds require.  
Turn thou thereto thy sails, is any land to me more dear?  
Or where should I my weary ships more wish to set at rest?  

He landeth in Sicil from whence he came out at the first. The king of Sicil.  Than where Acestes Trojan dwells my friend beloved best?  
And where my father Anchises bones entombed lain in chest?  
He said, and towards havens anon they make, and winds at west  
Doth blow them through the deeps: the channel swift their navy drives,  
And glad at last on their acquainted shore their ships arrives.  
And from the mountain top, with marvel great to see them fleet,  
Acestes hasting ran, his country ships at shore to meet.  
All hunterlyk, in hide of boisterous bear, with dart in hand,  
His father (flood Crinisus) him begat in Trojan land.  
Dame Troy his mother was, his worthy stock full stout he bore.  
He bade them welcome back, and joyfully with mountain far  
He did them entertain, and friendly comfort after care.   

The morning next, when first the dawning stars expulsed were,  
And clear the day began, Aeneas out from every where  
Assembled all his mates, and into counsel did them call.  
Than from a bank on high, he thus pronounced to them all.   

You mighty Troyans', from the blood of great gods that descend,  
This time is comen about a perfect year is now at end,  
Since when my father Anchises blessed bones were put in ground,  
And mourning altars for his holy relics we did found.  
And now the day (if I do not mistake) approacheth near:  
That unto me shall ever doleful be, and ever dear,  
Since gods hath pleased so: if I this day were cast a land,  
Among the salvage Moors, or on the shores of Sirtes sand,  
Or caught on Greekish seas, or in Micena town a slave:  
Yet pay my yearly vows I would with pomp of duties brave,  
And gifts in feastful guise on altars large I would advance.  
Now here in haven we be, among our friends, not by no chance,  
But by the gods (I trust) of purpose wrought, and for the nonce,  
To worship here my father's blessed dust, and precious bones.  
Come on therefore, let every man set forth these honours pure  
With mirth on every side, that of good winds we may be sure.  
And as I yearly now these offering days to him do make,  
So when my city builded is, in temples he shall take.  

They feasted alway-before their idols.  For every ship Acestes gives to you of oxen twain,  
With charge yourselves to cheer, set out your country gods again,  
And with our host Acestes gods to feasting see you fall:  
In worship of this day, let us rejoice with courage all.  
Moreover, when the morning ninth to mortal men doth spring,  
And sun with glistering beams the world again to sight doth bring,  
For prizes proud to strive, I will provoke the Trojan fleet.  
And who so wrestleth best, or best can run with force of feet,  
Or surer drives a dart, or archer best his bow can draw,  
Or fight dares combat, with boisterous gabs of leather raw:  
Rewards I shall set forth, and prizes meet for every match.  
Be present all, and he that best deserves the best shall catch.  
Say all Amen, and crown your heads with bows of Laurel green,  
So speaking on his head he set his garland fresh beséene.  
So Helimus, so king Acestes doth, (full grave of age)  
So child Ascanius doth, and after him both man and page.   

He from the counsel came with thousands thick in mighty throng,  
Unto his father's tomb, in mids of all his princes strong.  
Two bowls of blessed wine in solemn guise he kest on ground,  
And milk in basins twain about the tomb he powered round,  
And twain of sacred blood: than all the grave he spread and laid  
With flowers of purple hews, and thus at last full loud he prayed.  
All hail O blessed father mine, yet once again all hail:  
From death preserved twice, but naught to me can that prevail.  
Thy bones I worship here, unto thy soul mote glory be.  
My luck was not Italia fatal fields to find with thee,  
Nor Tiber flood (where ever it is) could we togethers know.  
Thus talked he, when from the tomb at secret cave by low,  
A serpent great did slide, with circles seven of mighty size,  
Along the grave he drew with foldings seven in compaswyse,  
Embracing soft the tomb, and tumbling soft on the altars rolled,  
His back as azure blue, bespotted gay with specks of gold,  
And gloss of burning scales, as in the clouds with divers hews  
Against the sun, the rainbow read in thousand sorts renews.  
Aeneas with that sight astoynyd was, but he along,  
Came lagging forth in links, and all the dainty meats among  
He tasted every dish, and home again in hermeles wise,  
Returning took his tomb, and was not seen again to rise.  
So much the more his father's tomb he plied with offerings then.  
For what it was, or how thereof to think he could not skan.  
If private ghost it were, or spirit that in that mountain dwells,  
Or servant from his father sent, but slaughters down he fells,  
Of sheep in number five, and five of swine full large of size,  
And mighty hefers black in number five, as is the guise.  
And wines in bowls he shed, and on the mighty soul he cried,  
Of great Anchises ghost, and spirit that over ground was spied.  
His mates also full glad, as every man was sped of store,  
Their offering presents brought and laded altars more and more,  
And hefers down they slew, and some by rows their pans of brass  
Did set to seethe in sight, and down they spread themselves on grass,  
On umbles fat they feed, and broche, and broil, and time they pass.   

And now the ninth desired day was come with morning bright,  
And Phoethons' horses fair had mounted up the son to sight,  
And by the fame, and for Acestes worship round about  
The countries all were come, and shores they fill with joyful rout  
To see the Trojan lords, and some in mind themselves to try.  

Wagers for rowing  First prizes great in sight, aloft a bank, advanced high,  
Were set amids them all, three footed bowls of precious mould,  
And crowns and garlands gay, for them that win the wager should.  
And poudryd purple robes, and armour gorgeous glistering bright,  
And talents great of gold, and plenty plate of silver pight.  
With glee the game gins, the trumpet blows with noise on height.  
First vessels four, that chief elected were from all the fleet,  

ancestors of certain the noblest men in Rome when he wrote this book  Come forth to cope with oars of hugy weight as matches meet.  
Sir Mnesteus his galleon swift whose name was Pistrin, drives,  
Sir Mnesteus Italian prince, whence Memmus line derives.  
Sir Gias than with hugy monster ship Chimaera called,  
A cities work she was, with ranks of rowers triple walled,  
And Trojan youth with triple tire of oars did shove the same.  
Sergestus than, from whom the house of Sergis draws the name,  
Centaurus him did bear (that galée great). But Scylla blew  
Cloantus brought: from whence thy race (oh Romain Cluent) grew.  
Far out in seas there stands a rock against the foamy shore,  
That sometime under water lieth with surges beaten sore,  
When storms of winter wind encloseth stars in cloudy skies:  
But smooth in calm it lieth, and in the mids thereof doth rise  
A pleasant plain of field, where often Mews, and birds of seas  
Do keep their haunting walk, and sun their feathers when they pleas.  
Aeneas there advancing set a sign of branches green,  
A mark of oaken bows, that of the boatmen might be seen,  
To know their turning place, and courses long from whence to fold.  
Each man by lot their standing took, and glistering bright in gold:  
The gorgeous capteins stood, on hatches hie in garments gay.  
The rest of youth with crowns of garlands green in due array,  
Their necks and shoulders shine with oils anointed naked bore,  
On settels down they sit, their oars in hands prepared are,  
Their arms ententive bend, when at the sign they shall begin.  
Their hearts for joy doth hop, and fear doth flap their breasts within,  
And greedy pride of praise, and fervent love renown to win.   

Than when the blast of trumpet first doth sound, they all arise  
Atones, and from their bounds they break, their clamours pierce the skies,  
Their strokes at ones they strike, the foamy waters through they clive,  
The streams resisting break, and with their stems the seas they slive,  
Their oars with labour creaks, by strength of arms themselves they drive.  
Not headlong half so swift, doth coursing steeds beasts their heels,  
When for their wager fast with all their force they fly with wheels.  
Nor chariot guider none more free on field doth let them slip,  
Or slacker shakes his rains, or louder them doth lash with whip:  
Than with the shouts of men that clap their hands, and parties takes,  
The cries increasing rise, that every wood with sounding shakes,  
The noise repulsed runs from bank to bank, and through the shores  
The voices broken been, and hill to hill rebounding rores.  
Before them all sir Gias first escapes through all the throng,  
And first to seas he flies with noise, and him Cloanthus strong  
Pursues at hand, and better was with oars, but sluggish keel  
And mast unwieldy lets. Than after him even hard at heel,  
Centaurus pressing glides, and Pistris her doth equal match,  
They strive with sturdy strokes, and foremost place they seek to catch.  
And now Centaurus gets the vantage, now doth Pistris win:  
Now jointly both, with side to side, and equal speed they spin.  
And now approaching near the rock they were, and mark they held,  
When Gias victor prince, (of conquest proud) the land beheld.  
And as from channel deep his barge to land he would have hied.  
Unto Menetes lodesman than thereof full loud be cried.  
Why roost away so wide? take here I say, love nigh the shore,  
Fetch me this left hand land, and on these rocks let beat thine ore.  
Let others keep the deep, he said, but fearing rocks, and shoals,  
Menetes still at stern his hand on helm to seaward holds.  
Where yet astray so wide?? yet (when I bid thee) fetch the stones,  
Sir Gias on Menetes cried and called, and (lo at once)  
He seeth Cloanthus come, even hard at back, and foremost glide,  
He through the roaring rocks, and underneath sir Gias' side  
Did shear his left-hand way, between them twain, and swift anon  
Escapes them both, and sure in seas beyond the mark is gone.  
Than verily for fervent woe, the young man's bones did glow,  
Nor tears his eyes could hold, 
Menetes is cast over board.  but by and by Menetes slow,  
(Forgetting worship all, and that he was his help at helm,)  
Yet headlong down he threw, and him in seas did over whelm.  
Himself to stern he stepped himself his masters room supplies,  
Exhorting men with noise, and fast to shoreward helm he wries.  
But when (good aged man) Menetes up was cast on brim,  
From bottom deep of seas, and in his germentes wet did swim,  
He caught the rock on high, and on the dry land there he sat.  
The Troyans' had good game, and sporting all they laughed thereat,  
When first in seas he fell, and when he rose and flat did fleet,  
And when to purge his gorge he kest up floods of fault onswéete.   

Than hope and comfort kindlid is unto the twain behind.  
Sir Mnesteus and Sergestus strong, they both with burning mind:  
Would pass sir Gias by, (that hindrid is) and pass they do,  
Sergestus first the place doth take, and rock approchith to,  
And yet not foremost all, nor all her keel hath forhand won,  
But part before, for half with her doth Pistris striving run.  
But kindling fast his mates on every side sir Mnesteus steers.  
From man to man he steps, and chafing up their courage chéeres,  
With loud exhorting noise. Now now (qd he) with might and main,  
Now cheerly stir your oars, now all your force do you constrain.  
O Hector's worthy peers, whom I at Troy's extreme decay,  
Did match to be my mates, and chose with me to take our way,  
Express me now the might that sometime brought us through the streams,  
And sturdy waves of seas, and sundry gulfs of Greekish realms,  
I seek not now the chief, nor of this game renown to boast,  
(Albeit O), but let it go where Neptune favours most.  
Yet last let us not be. O lively lads of noble kind,  
Let never man for shame behold us last to lag behind.  
Now for our countries love, (if any thing your hearts revives)  
Now pull or never pull. They than at ones all for their lives,  
Laid on with lusty strokes, the brazen puppe with plucking quakes,  
With strength of arms they strive, that skudding forth the stem it streaks  
The land aloof withdraws, than panting breath doth beaten their limbs,  
Their mouths of moistur dry, on streming sweat their bodies swims.  
Fortune also to them desired luck and honour sent,  
For as Sergestus (mad in mind for haste) in turning bend  
Too near the shore, and straighter would have cut the shorter space:  
Among the stones he stack (unlucky man) in perilous place.  
The rocks therewith they shaken, and on the craggy pointed pikes  
Their oars with crashing break, & keel on ground with danger strikes.  
The boatmen rise with noise, and loud with cries themselves they let.  
And props, and pykyd poles, with hurlyburly great they get.  
And some their broken oars, in pieces sléeting up they fet.  
But Mnesteus rejoicing than, and proud for this mischance,  
With cluster swift of oars, and winds at will that did advance:  
All groweling through the seas he scouring runs, and through the deeps  
The waves he smoothly cuts, and swift his way on water swéepes:  
Most like a Dove, whom chance distourbyd hath from pleasant rest,  
That in some corner close within some house, doth keep her nest,  
Afraid she stertith first, and flushing loud she flaps her wings,  
That all the house resounds, than up to skies aloft she springs,  
And fast to field she flies, where gliding soft in air above:  
She shears her tender way, and wing for haste doth never move.  
So Mnesteus, so Pistris makes her way with might extreme,  
So slides she through the seas, and so with force to fly they seem.  
And first Sergestus strong, that on the rock did yet remain,  
He leaves him struggling there, and calling help full often in vain,  
Among the shoals, and glad with broken oars to learn to creep.  
Than Gias, than Chimaera ship herself that monster steep,  
He overtakes, (for of her master late she spoiled was)  
And now remains there none but sir Cloanthus last to pass,  
Whom fast he doth pursue, and hard at hand he hath in chase,  
With power and pith he pulls, and towards him he draws a pace.  
Than noises doubled been, and shouts of friends exalting cries.  
Provoking forth with praise, that up to heaven the clamours flies.  
They proud of former praise, their honour won they will not loose.  
And if they should, no longer than to live they do dispose.  
Those other fortune feeds, they think to win for win they may.  
And with the prize (perhaps) or half thereof had gone these way:  
Had not Cloanthus to the seas his hands abroad displayed,  
And called his gods for help, and thus to them full loud he prayed.  
O Gods that empire keeps on seas, whose kingdoms here I strake,  
Upon this water shore to you mine altars will I make.  
A white elected Bull I vow to give with service brave,  
And cast his flesh in floods, if I mine honour now may save.  
And plenty pure of wines, I will to you in waters throw.  
He spoke that word, and him beneath in botoms deep by low,  
The god Portunus heard, and virgin rout of Mermay des all:  
And ladies bright that dancing lives in seas with bodies tall.  
Himself his mighty hand to sand her forth did set behind.  
So did the noble water Nymphs, she swifter than, than wind:  
And swifter glaunsing smooth than a-row gliding goeth from dough,  
To land she leapt, and safe in haven herself she did bestow.   

Aeneas than each man in order due let call by name,  
And sir Cloanthus victor chief by Heralds did proclaim.  
And crown of Laurel green about his brows himself he set.  
Than gifts for every ship, three hefers large he bids to fet,  
And plenty great of wines, and talents fair of silver bright.  
But specially the capteins all with due rewards he dight.  
A mantel rich to him that won the chief was given of gold,  
Whom purple borders broad environed with divers fold,  
And wrought therein there stands a princely child of precious face,  
That in the woods with Dart in hand both Hart and Hind doth chase.  
All lively, breathing like, whom, falling down from jove on high:  
An Eagle fierce uptooke, 
The story of .  and in his paws conveyed to sky.  
His keepers wailing stand, and hands abroad to heaven they hold  
In vain, and barking noise of dogs against the clouds do scold.  
But he that second place by doughty deeds deserved had:  
A harneys' coat to him with heavy hooks of gold bestead,  
A harneys' coat he gave, whom he himself in battle broil  
Did under Trojan walls from Demoleus breast despoil.  
That worthy gift he had, and strong defence in arms to wear.  
Scant yeomen twain with shoulders jointly set the same could bear,  
So sundry fold it was, but Demolee himself alone,  
Was wont therein to hunt the straggling Troyans' one by one.  
Than for the third renown, two caudrons great he gave of brass,  
And silver cups, with signs of stories old engraven that was.  
And now rewarded all, each man full proud in best array,  
They went with garnished heads, and bore their gifts galanta gay.  
When from the perilous rock, with much a do to scape the same,  
(Besides his loss of oars, and of a rank of rowers lame)  
With laughter great of men, his prayselesse ship Sergestus brought,  
In manner like, as when some serpent (by some bank unsought)  
Is bruised by some wheel, that overthwart his back hath past.  
Or pilgrim passing by, with stroke of stone well near hath braced,  
In vain he seeks to flee, and wriggling wreaths his limbs about,  
His angry half on broke, and hissing neck he launchith out,  
All bright with burning eyes, and though his limping half him holds:  
He knits him great in knobs, and in himself him self he folds.  
Non otherwise, and like, with feeble oars his ship did steer,  
Yet sail he makes with wind, and into haven approacheth clear.  
Aeneas to Sergestus gave reward of duty there,  
Rejoicing for the ship, and for the men that saved were.  
A woman him was given, a servant good to weave and spin,  
And sucking boys a payer, of giants' kind, her paps betwinne.   

Than good Aeneas went (when all this match discharged was:)  

Running.  Into a goodly field, that overspread was all with grass,  
Whom woods and crookid hills on every side did compass round,  
And in the mids a vale there lay, and pleasant plain of ground,  
Where he with thousands thick did make for plays a seemly plat,  
And in the mids of all, in stately seat, as prince he sat.  
Here they that list to run, and try themselves with force of feet,  
With gifts he them provokes, and sets before them prizes meet.  
On every side they came, both men of Troy and Sicill land,  
Euryalus and Nisus first.  
Euryalus a springold fresh of youth, and beauty clear,  
And Nisus that of all mankind had him in love most dear,  
And young Diores, of king Priam's blood a princely child.  
Than Salius and Patron, ancient stocks and undefiled.  
Panopes than, and Helimus, of Sicill, striplings twain,  
That hunters were in woods, and men of old Acestes train  
And many more also there came, whom fame in darkness hides.  
To whom in mids of all, Aeneas thus his tale divides.  
Take this for certain truth, and in your minds conceive it so,  
Not one of all this number here shall unrewarded go.  
For darts I will them give, with pointed steel full bright a payer,  
And wrought with silver fine to bear in hand a polar fair.  
All men alike shall here rewarded be, save only three,  
With bows of Olives green, as victor's chief shall crowned be.  
The first a palfrey bright, with harness gorgeous glistering brave,  
Shall get, the second for his pains a quiver gay shall have.  
A quiver gay, with girdle broad of gold and arrows fret,  
Embroydryd fine that is, and precious stones thereon are set.  
The third shall with this greekish helm departed and be content.  
When this was said, their place they took, and right incontinent,  
At sign of trumpet heard, their bounds they break, and out they power,  
As light as whirling winds, and to the mark in sight they scour.   

First and before all other bodies, nimble Nisus springs,  
Moore swifter yet than wind, and than the dint of lightnings wings,  
Next unto him, but long aloof, in distance next of place,  
Doth Salius pursue, and after him a certain space,  
Euryalus the third.  
And next Euryalus sir Helimus ensues, and jointly than  
Behold he flies, and heelto heel with him Diores ran,  
With elbow next and next, and if the race do long remain:  
Is like to scape them all, or one to leave in doubtful gain.  
And towards now the latter end they drew, and weary all,  
They ran with panting breaths, when suddenly did Nisus fall.  
(Unhappy man) where hefers had been slain by chance on grass,  
And ground was slipper made by certain blood that shed there was.  
There now the gentle lad, (when conquest proud he had in hand)  
His legs he could not hold, nor stumbling so, could longer stand,  
But groveling flat he fell and in the slime imbrued him vile.  
Yet not Euryalus his friend, did he forget that while:  
For quickly starting he, sir Salius way with foot did stop,  
That headlong down in dust he overturnid tail and top.  
Euryalus than springing skuddid forth, and through his friend,  
With joyful shouts of men, he gets the chief at races end.  
Than Helimus and now Diores third in place succéedes.  
There, when the lords were set, and each came forth to claim their méedes:  
Sir Salius before them all, with noise exclaiming cried,  
And prayed his honour's dew, that by deceit was him denied.  
The people's favour helps Euryalus, and comely tears,  
And virtue found in body fair the greater grace it bears.  
Diores eke, that third in wager was, doth him complain  
What wrong sustain he must, and all his course hath run in vain,  
If Salius, without desert, the first reward shall have.  
Than lord Aeneas said, you shall not need to strive nor crave,  
Your prizes certain been, shall no man them from order steer.  
Yet let me rue the plight of mine unguilty friend so dear.  
He said and than a lions heavy hide of cumbrous fold,  
To Salius he gives, full rough of hear and paws of gold.  
Quoth Nisus than, if such rewards have folks that conquered be,  
And pity show thou dost to falling men, what gifts to me  
Shall worthy yielded be? that chiefest prize did first deserve:  
Had not envious fortune me (as Salius) made to serve.  
And as he talkid thus, his face he showed with dirt defiled,  
And body moist of mud. The noble prince on him than smiled,  
And bade bring out a shield, a target great full coastly wrought,  
That by the Greeks sometime was for a gift to Neptune brought.  
That seemly gift he gave unto that gentle lad to bear.  
When courses all was past, and all the gifts dispatched were,  

Fight with bags or flaps of leather and lead.  Now he that manhood hath, or courage bold doth bear in breast,  
Show forth himself, and with his arms in thongs let him be dressed.  
He said, and therewithal he sets rewards of honours twain.  
A crowned bull, all clad with gold, shall be the victor's gain,  
A sword and shield to him that beaten is, shall comfort be.  
Nor linger long they do, but strait with force full huge to see,  
Aduancyth Dares forth, with mumur great of men extolled,  
Alone sometime that durst with Paris fight in armour bold.  
He, in the place where Hector most of might entombyd lies,  
Did overthrow sir Buten, giant big of monstrous size,  
That wrastlyng all did win, and Bebrix lineage boasted strong.  
Yet Dares him to death did overturn, and laid along.  
Such one this Dares was, and hie on field his head he lifts,  
And shows his shoulders broad, and to and fro his arms he shifts,  
And brags with boistous brawns, and with his fists he beats the wind,  
A match for him they seek, but through them all is none to found,  
That durst with Dares cope, nor once his slings with fingers touch.  
He proud thereof, and thinking all men's might to him did couch,  
Before Aeneas feet he stood, and longer nothing stayed,  
But by the horn in left hand took the bull, and thus he said.  
Thou goddess son, if no man dare come forth to try with hand,  
What end of waiting is? How long am I thus bound to stand?  
Let me rewarded be, the Troyans' all did cry the same:  
And, yield unto the man his promise due they do proclaim.  
Acestes there, as on a bank by chance he next did sit,  
With these rebukes of speech Entellus old at heart he smit.  
Entellus, thou sometime of doughty knights the capteyn chief,  
(In vain) so goodly gifts to loose is it to thee no grief?  
How canst thou suffer this? shall from thy side with trial non  
These worthy prizes pass? O where is now our master gone?  
Erix our master good? where is become that glorious fame?  
That Sicill land did fill? and spoils with thee records the same,  
Within thy halls that hang, is it for naught thou knewst that game?  
He theronto: it is not sure for fear (you may well think)  
Nor love of praise I lack, nor for no doubt thereof I shrink.  
But age me feeble makes, and slothful blood congealyd cold,  
Hath spent my former force, and dull doth make my carcase old.  
If I had now the strength sometime that was, and yet wherewith  
This youngling proudly brags, if of those years I had the pith:  
Not for the prize, nor for the bull, but gladly, and (onpraid)  
I would have come, for gifts I care not for. When he thus said,  
He brought before them all, of gabs onweldy, matches twain,  
And threw them down in sight, wherewith sometime in battle plain  
Sir Erix wonted was to give combat, and hand to hand  
Against all men to strive, and sturdy strokes he did withstand.  
men's hearts astoinid were. Of backs of bulls seven boistous hides  
All underlaid with lead, and stiff of steel they stood beside.  
Above all other wondrith Dares most, and doth refuse  
Such great onlawfull tools, or in conflict the same to use.  
Aeneas eke their massy wondrous weight, and endless fold,  
He viewed with marvel much, and up and down full often he rolled.  
Than onto him with breast onfaynyd, spoke Entellus old.  
What if a man had seen the dreadful gabs, and weapons sore  
Of Hercules himself? in doleful fight here on this shore?  
These tools thy brother Erix than did bear, with these he stood  
Against sir Hercules' most strong, here yet thou seest the blood,  
And brains that broken were, thou seest how yet they been enbrewd.  
These weapons I sometime (when better blood my strength endued)  
Was wont in ure to put, when not as yet envious age,  
Nor head with hoary hears my lusty courage did assuage.  
But if this Trojan Dares here, these tools will needs refuse:  
If so Aeneas please, and me Acestes will excuse:  
Let us be matchid meet. These Erix gabs I pardon thee.  
Cast of thy fear, and thou of Trojan gabs onburdend be.  
Thus speaking, from his shoulders twain he kest his garments al.  
And bore with mighty bones, and mighty joints of membres tall,  
And sinows great in sight, among them all he stood full stout.  
Than gabs of meaner match Aeneas prince himself brought out,  
And each with equal weight and hands of both, he bound and dressed.  
Upright forthwith they stand, and face to face, advancing priest,  
Their arms to heaven they heave, & voided of fear they throw their slings,  
Each one from others dints their heads full boistous backward wrings,  
And strokes in strokes they mix, and hands in hands, and fires they fight,  
That one with lusty legs, and fresh of youth in shifring light,  
The other huge in height, and large of limbs, but moving flow,  
His trembling knees him lets and troblid breath doth panting blow.  
Full many a wound is given between them twain with leaden lomps,  
And many a stroke in vain, and on their ribs full thick it thomps.  
Their sides within them sounds, & loud their breasts with bobbing rings,  
And still their arms they stir, about their brows the buffets flings,  
About their ears, & craking both their jaws their weapons swings.   

Entellus heavy stands, and in his place onmovid bides,  
With arms and watching eyes, and for the strokes defence provides.  
But he, as one, that with some engine work doth siege a town,  
Or tower or castle strong, and long thereat is beating down,  
And this way now, and that way now he seeks, and entries all  
assaults with sundry sleights, and faylyth yet to break the wall.  
Entellus rousing then, his ryghthande bend on high did life:  
He from the stroke that came, with good foresight and body swift  
Aduoiding shranck for fear, and from the dint thereof declined.  
Entellus missed his mark, and all his force he lost in wind,  
And over that, himself, with heavy poise and heavy sound,  
All groveling flat he fell, and with his limbs he spread the ground.  
Non otherwise, than when some ancient oak and overgrown,  
From mountain top on high, by undermining down is thrown.  
The Troyans' rise for aid, so doth the youth of Sicill land,  
To heaven the cries ascend, and first to him with helping hand  
Acestes swiftly runs, and from the ground his friend he takes,  
Of equal age, and in his heart for him great moan he makes.  
But nothing slack for this, nor with his fall one whit affright,  
This valiant knight upstood, and fiercer yet renews his fight:  
And forcing presseth forth, and wood for wrath his strength upsteres,  
Than shame provokes his might, and manhood felt of former years,  
And headlong Dares down, through all the field, he dashing dynges,  
And now the right hand strokes, and now the left hand sends the slings,  
Nor time, nor rest there is, but as a stormy shower of hail,  
On houses rattling falls: so doth this knight with force assail,  
With thunderings thomping thick, and weary Dares wretch on soil  
With both his arms he bumps, and upside down doth toss and toil.  
Than lord Aeneas would no longer wrath should in them fret,  
Nor more Entellus bitter mood on rage he would have set.  
But end of fight made, and tyeryd Dares up did take,  
And soft with gentle speech in comfort thus to him he spoke.  
Unhappy man, what fond outrage hath thus possessed thy mind?  
A stronger force than thine, and Gods against thee dost not find?  
Give place to god, he said, and with his word the battle broke.  
Him dragging weak his legs, and to and fro his head did shake,  
And casting much at mouth, and cloddrid blood with teeth among,  
His trusty mates uptooke, and bore to ships a way from throng.  
And than commanded came, and sword and helmet did receive,  
And to Entellus did the bull and fame of combat leave.  
Than bragging proud in mind, and of his bull conceiving joy:  
O goddess son behold, and you (qd he) ye men of Troy.  
What strength in lusty years sometime I had now judge in me,  
And from what death your Dares taken is, now shall you see.  
He spoke that word, and right affront before the bull he stood,  
That there for gift was set, and up the slings with courage good  
In right-hand marking held, and just between the horns at one's  
He strake, and broke the brains, and all in pieces drove the bones.  
The beast is overthrown, and groveling dead on ground it quakes.  
He stamping thereupon, with fervent mind his prayer makes.  
This better soul to thee for Dares death I victor sand,  
(O Erix) here of bags, and all mine art I make an end.  
Anon Aeneas them that list contend with arrows wight,  

Shotyng.  For wagers he provokes, and sets before them gifts in sight.  
And from Sergestus ship advancing huge in height a mast,  
He hangs a pigeon there, and by a cord he made her fast.  
A mark for men to shoot, and where their darts they should direct.  
Assembly great there came, and by their lots they were elect,  
In brazen helmet cast, and first of all with joyful cries,  
Unto Hippocon worthy lad by draft the lot doth rise.  
Next whom sir Mnesteus, that late at seas was victor seen,  
Sir Mnesteus with crown and garland gay of olive green.  
Eurition was third: (thy brother dear thou noble knight  
O Pandarus, that didst sometime the league asunder smite,  
And first commanded didst, among the Greeks thy weapon throw)  
Acestes last of all, and last in helmet lay by low.  
Himself also with hand, the young men's game did not disdain.  
Than bending all their bows, their courage great they do constrain,  
And each to serve himself from quiver draweth his tools amain.  
And first from sounding string along by heaven his a-row drives  
Hippocon lusty lad, and swift therewith the skies he clives,  
It lights apace, and in the mids the mast it stack and stayed.  
The tree with trembling shook, and of the stroke the bird afraid,  
Did flickering flush her wings, and noise there riseth round about.  
Than Mnesteus his bow to draw, forthwith with strength stood out.  
And stretching hand aloft, his dart and eye did level right,  
Yet could not he (good man) for all his art the culver smite.  
But it the hemping cord, and of the knot the bands he braced,  
Whereby the bird was bound, and by her foot did hung at mast.  
She took the wind forwith, and to the clouds full fast she flew,  
And even that time (as he his bow and dart directing drew)  
Eurition, and for his brothers help in heaven, he cried:  
The bird he saw was loose, and sporting her in skies he spied.  
Yet marking well with eyes, and steadfast hand, in clouds above,  
He quickly broke her play with sudden stroke, and slew the Dove,  
That tumbling down she fell, and in the stars her life she laft,  
And dead she came to ground, and in her body brought the shaft.  
Acestes than alone, with no desert did yet remain.  
Who ne'ertheless his dart to hurl in air did him distrain.  
And showed his former might, and of his bow to prove the sound,  
There suddenly their eyes a wondrous monster did confounded,  
And token sore of things, as afterward the end did teach,  
And all to late for naught their fearful songs did prophets preach.  
For as in tender clouds his a-row swift from him did fly,  
In sight it caught a fire, and flaming forth it went in sky.  
And wasted thin in wind, as oftentimes we think do slide,  
The fixed stars of heaven, with drooping tails along that glide.  
Astoynid all they stood, and on their Gods above they prayed,  
Sicilians and Troyans' both, nor he himself denayed  
Aeneas peerless prince, to take that same in sign of grace.  
But glad with great rewards, he did Acestes thus embrace.  
Most noble father dear, (for by these tokens well I see,  
The mighty king of heaven for thy good will doth honour thee,)  
Thou shalt have here a gift of old Anchises friend of thine,  
A drinking bowl of gold, that portrayed is with figures fine.  
Which unto him sometime, Cisseus, great of Thrace the king,  
In token gave of love, for evermore with him to bring.  
So spoke he, and with Laurel green his temples twain he tied,  
And loud before them all Acestes victor chief he cried.  
Nor good Eurition did his preferment aught envy,  
Though he alone it were, that brought again the bird from sky.  
Advanced next with gifts was he that cord a sunder braced,  
And last of all was he that with his a-row strake the mast.  
Than lord Aeneas, ere these matches all dissolved were,  
Epitides to him, Ascanius mate and keeper there,  
He called, and rounding thus to him he spoke in secret ear.  
Go bid Ascanius (if by this time he the childerns crew  
Assembled hath with him, and horses put in order due)  
Before his graunsire here let him bring out his bands in row,  
For worship of this feast, and let himself in armour show.  
Dispatch (qd he) with speed, the people than he bids divide,  
And broader spread themselves, and made a lane both long and wide,  
Than come the children forth, and proud before their parent's sight  
In order seemly shine, on barbed coursers bridled bright,  
Whom for their fresh array, and comely marching through the field,  
The youth of Sicill land, and Troyans' all with joy beheld.  
Each one as was their guise, with rounded hear, and garland bands,  
And horny darts a payer, with pointed steel they bore in hands,  
With quivers light at backs and down their breasts in divers fold,  
About their gorgets runs, the rolling chains of wreathed gold.  
Three bands of horsemen were, and captains three their bands did guide,  
And ranks of riders three, and children twelve on every side  
In glistering armour went, with masters like and equal peers,  
One ward of stronger youth, whom trim triumphant fierce of years,  
Did Priam young conduct (thy noble child Polites tall,  
That of his gransirs' name increase Italians shortly shall.)  
A valiant steed him bore, bespotted white, of kind of Thrace,  
And white his foot before, and lifting white his loftly face.  
Another troop the was, that little Atis giding lad,  
The little Atis, whom Ascanius small for darling had.  
From whence the line at Rome of Atis name doth now proceed.  
Than last of all, and most of beauty bright, and precious weed,  
Ascanius himself on palfrey gorgeous borne above,  
Whom unto him sometime Queen Dido gave for pledge of love.  
The rest of youth, and such as were of old Acestes train:  
On horses fair they road.  
The Troyans' them did cheer, and did receive with wondrous joy,  
And in their minds conceive resemblance old of former Troy.  
When mustrid all they had, and all the field had compassed round,  
And viewed Anchises tomb, they joined all on equal ground,  
Epitides to them with noise and whipping gave a sound.  
They courfing broke their bands, and three from three dissevered all.  
By matches half from half, and fast again they turn at call,  
With weapons breast, to breast and compass round returning met,  
By coursing byckring brave, and race with race entangling let,  
Invading skirmish wise, and like the face of battle fight.  
And now retire they done, now show their backs in sign of flight.  
Now turning throw their darts, now truce they make with hand in hand.  
Like Labirinthus maze, that men report in Candi land,  
Is compassed deep in ground with sundry walls, and crokings blind,  
And thousand wandering ways, and entries false for men to found,  
Where tokens non there be, nor scape can none that steps astray,  
Such turnings them begiles, and so deceitful is their way.  
Non otherwise, the Trojan youth by coursing round about,  
Disporting chase themselves, and windyngs weave both in and out.  
Like Dolphin fishes light, that for their pastime dancing swim,  
In mids of deepest seas, and play themselves on water brim.  
This kind of pastime first, and custom boys to learn at Baase,  

How play of Baase come up.  Ascanius when Alba walls he made, did bring in place.  
And taught the Latins old, in solemn sort to use the same,  
As he sometime a child, with Trojan youth had made that game.  
The Albans than from thence with practice like their children taught,  
And thence hath peerless Rome and most of might, that custom caught.  
And for their countries love, with honour due this day it stands,  
And yet the name remains of Trojan boys, and Trojan bands.   

Thusfarfurth worshipped was, his father dear with service due.  
There fortune false to trust, did turn their case with changes new.  
For, as about Anchises tomb with plays the time they spent:  
Dame juno down from heaven the Rainbow read her servant sent, 
A new vexation by Inno.   
Revolving former grief, and rancours old not yet from mind,  
Against the Trojan fleet, and as she went she gave her wind.  
She swiftly bent her bow, and through the clouds with thousand hews,  
Full virginlike she falls, her new devise onknown, to use.  
A huge concourse she seethe, and compass wide she vews the strands,  
How bore the havens are left, and navy dry defenceles stands.  
But secret by themselves, the Trojan wives assembly kept,  
And for Anchises loss lamenting sore they stood and wept.  
Beholding broad the seas: alas, alas, O wretches we,  
So much of boistous waves remains us yet that weary be?  
A town to devil they crave, and of the seas abhor the pain,  
Each one to other wails, and all with one voice do complain.  
Dame Rainbow subtle there, amidds them all herself did place,  
Her garments gay she left, and laid a side her goddess face,  
And of Doriclus wife the likeness took, a sober dame,  
That sometime great renown, and children bore of noble fame,  
And Beroe was called, and thus to them she did proclaim.   

O women misers most, whom hands of Greeks would never kill,  
O cursed nation, when of thee shall fortune have her fill?  
What death, or mischief more are we thus kept to bide at last?  
Sins Troy uproted was, now summers seven be comen and past,  
That we through seas and lands, and countries all (the world beside)  
To straungy stars of heaven, and endless streams we wander wide,  
In seeking land that fleeth, and we always with surges tossed.  
Here is our country ground, here dwells Acestes dear our host.  
Why should we hence remove? who lets us here our walls to build?  
O former native soil, O country gods (in vain exiled)  
Shall never Troy upryse? shall city Trojan never be?  
Those Hector's wholesome streams shall I from henceforth never see?  
Come on (good wives) come burn with me these ships of luck unkind.  
For so Cassandra through my dream apéering did me bind.  
And gave me burning brands, seek here (qd she) your Trojan walls,  
Here lieth your country rest, this is the time that fortune calls,  
What need we longer look? lo Neptune's altars four on fire,  
Lo god himself (you see) with minds and might doth us enspier.  
Thus talkid she, and with a brand in hand full fierce she sprang,  
With (whirling loof aloft) against the fleet the same she flung.  
The rest amassed were, their hearts astoinid stood with rage.  
Than one among them all, dame Pirgo matron most of age,  
King Priam's nurse that was, and princely children up did rear:  
Not Beroe (qd she) this woman is, you wives I swear,  
Nor neighbour none of ours, behold what beauty bright divine,  
What lively spirit she bears, and mark me well her glistering eyen,  
Her look, her sounding voice, and of her pace the great estate.  
I left dame Beroe myself at home full sick but late.  
Full sick lamenting sore that she herself from us alone,  
This day must absent be, and yield Anchises worship none.  
This spoken:  
Therewith the matrons first, with wavering minds began to doubt.  
And with perversid eyes beheld the navy round about.  
And what between the love of present land, and present rest,  
And fame of fatal realms: they wots not which of them is best.  
When lifting up herself to clouds above with equal wings,  
In flight before them all, with bow full broad the goddess springs.   

Than verily with monsters wild affright, and mad for ire,  
They cry to burn their ships, and from their tents they reave the fire.  
Some spoil their altar piles, and burning bows, and slicks, and brands,  
Aboard the ships they spréede, upleapith flame with loosid bands,  
On hatches, decks, and oars, and planks anointed thick on sides.  
Unto Anchises tomb, Eumelus post with panting rides,  
And shows the ships are brent, and they themselves beholding spy,  
The sparcklings rising broad, and blustering smoke to spread in sky.  
And first Ascanius as coursing still he kept and played,  
He took the camp in haste, that with uproar was all dismayed,  
Nor for their lives his masters him could hold, or backward sand,  
What sudden rage is this? where now (qd he)? what do ye intend?  
O neighbours, wretched wives, your enemies host you have not here,  
This is no Greek is he camp, you burn your own relief most dear.  
Lo I Ascanius your own, and to the ground his helmet kest,  
Wherewith in battle plays, he for disport that time was dressed.  
Aeneas eke with haste, and Troyans', all thereto them sped.  
But straggling divers ways, through all the shores the women fled,  
To woods, and mountain caves, and holes of rocks they miching run,  
And creeping hide themselves, repenting foul their work begun.  
Abhorring sight of heaven, and on their friends they think and quake,  
With better change of mind, and from their breast dame juno shake.  
But not therefore the flames, nor burning rage the lesser spréedes,  
But catching still increase, it more and more prevailing breeds.  
And spitting spews a smoke, whom vapour wild of pitch and tow,  
And dropping timber feeds, and mischief close in keel doth grow,  
Nor might of men can help, nor water floods that on they throw.  
Aeneas from his shoulders than his garments tearing braced,  
And called his gods for help, and broad to heaven his hands did cast.  
Almighty jove, if not as yet all Troyans' from thy mind  
Rejected been to death, if service old of poor mankind  
Not utterly be lost: now save these ships from burning fire.  
Good father now, preserve these Trojan goods, and small desire,  
Or thou thyself (which one thing yet remains) with lightning fell  
Here whelm me down to death, if I deserve, and drive to hell.  
Scant spoken were these words: when rattling storm not seen before,  
And rain downraging falls, and thunders thick doth rambling roar,  
That tremblith hills and fields, down roll the skies in gushing showers,  
And troublous water streams from all the heaven the tempest powers.  
That ships therewith are filled, and burning bourds are quenched quite,  
And still descending drives, and on the fleet with force doth smite,  
Till smoke was ceased all, and all the ships from plague was kept.  
So saved all they were (by gift of god) but four except.   

But lord Aeneas whom this great mischance did pinch at breast,  
With heaps, of hugy cares, now this, now that, was sore oppressed,  
Revolving much in mind, should he remain in Sicill lend:  
Forgetting destinies all, or still go seek Italia strand.  
Than father Nautes old, whom goddess Pallas learnid had,  
With arts of worship great, and famous name of wisdom sad:  
These answers him did tell, which either gods eternal ire,  
Or fatel destinies wrought, or fortune's course did so require,  
And thus with friendly speech Aeneas mind he set on fire.  
O goddess son, where destinies draws and drives let us go there,  
What ever it is, who conquer fortune will, must fortune bear.  
Thou hast Acestes here, of Trojan blood and stock divine,  
His counsel take to thee, and join with him advise of thine.  
And leave with him those people which thy ships can not receive,  
And such as of thy great affairs no courage doth conceive,  
Both aged feeble folks, and wives of seas that weary be,  
And all that fearful is, or weak of strength should cumber thee,  
Let them be chosen forth, and here on god's name city frame,  
And of Acestes name, Acesta they shall call the same.  
Incensyd so by this (for from his friend this council passed)  
Than verily from care to care his mind discoursyd fast.  
And night with darkness dim, the poles of heaven had undercast.   

That time his father's face descending down, in vision clear,  
From heaven appearing came, and suddenly thus did him cheer.  
My son, more dear to me than life sometime, when life I had,  
My son, whose virtues Troy doth try, by destinies good and bad,  
Commanded here I come, from mighty jove in skies above,  
That comfort sent at last, and from the fleet did fire remove.  
Obey the counsels good, which faithful Nautes the hath told,  
And for Italia land, pike out a youth of courage bold,  
To take with the to seas: an eager nation féers and tough  
Thou hast to vainquish there, and must subdue in battles rough.  
Yet first Auerna cave, and under ground the dwellings grim,  
Of Limbo must thou see, and dangers pass of darkness dim.  
And thence ascend to me, for I (my son) am not in hell:  
Nor with no wicked kind of woeful ghosts have I to devil.  
But fields of pleasure pure, and Paradise, doth me retain,  
With joyful sort of souls, in blissful state that do remain.  
There Sibly pure, by offerings black of beasts shall thee conduct,  
And there thine offspring all, and fortunes all I shall thee instruct.  
And now farewell, for midnight moist her half course hens doth wreath,  
And dawning day with blast of horses, hot on me doth breath.  

Spirits can not abide the da● light.  He spoke, and thin from sight as smoke, in skies dispersed he stied.  
What now: where ghost away? why dost thou shrink? Aeneas cried.  
Whom fléest thou thus? or who from sweet embracings us withstands?  
Thus talked he, and from the dust he steres the stéepinge brands.  
And Trojan sacred fire of Gods that evermore doth dure,  
And offered simple flower, and frankinsens, in plenty pure:  
Straight for his mates he called, and first onto Acestes old  
Commandments great of jove, and what his father dear had told,  
He shows before them all, and where unto his mind inclines.  
Nor counsel long they make, nor good Acestes aught repines.  
A town they measur forth, and wines and people there they plant  
Of base hearts, deserving worship small, for courage scant.  
Themselves their ships repair, and burnid boards anew restores,  
And cables meet they make, and shrouds and sails, & strength of oars.  
A youth of number few, but lively bluddes in battle tough.  
Therwhiles, Aeneas did the cities plate describe with plough,  
And houses laid by lot, here Ilium towers: here gates of Troy  
He sets: and of his kingdom new Acestes maketh joy.  
And market place he made, and laws he taught and judges gave  
Than large and broad in sight right near the stars, a temple grave  
To Venus founded is, in highest place, and priest divine  
To serve Anchises tomb, and sacred grove thereon to shine.   

And now nine days this people feasted had, and altars all  
Applied with offerings due, and sun had made the sea to fall,  
And sound of pipling wind, eftsoons to deep their ships doth call:  
A wondrous weeping noise through all the shores is reisyd wide,  
And all that night and day they 'tween themselves embracing bide.  
The matrons now themselves that of the seas were erst affrayed,  
And doubted labours long, and of their strength despairing stayed,  
Now gladly go they will, and travails all sustain at seas.  
Whom good Aeneas did his best with friendly speech to apeas,  
And weeping did commend unto Acest his kinsman dear.  
Three Calves to Erix than, and to the storms a lamb full clear,  
He bids for offering kill: and cables lose through all the strands.  
Himself with garland fresh, and crownet green of Olive bands,  
Advancing stood in ship, and bowl in hand he held on high,  
And flesh in fludds he threw, and wines in plenty kest in sky.  
Behind them blows a cool, and wind at will them forth doth drive,  
His mates they skomme the foam, and saltsea brine to turn they strive.   

But Venus in this while, whom care for Troyans' sore did strain,  
To Neptune strait she came, and thus to him began to plain.  
The grievous wrath of junos' breast, whom no revenge can slake,  
Compels me (Neptune) now to thee, all humble suit to make,  
Whom neither length of time, nor pity non, from rancour stays,  
Nor destinies order non, nor jove himself one whit she ways.  
She thinks it not enough the Trojans town to have down torn,  
And all their last remain with torments long almost forlorn,  
The bones and powder poor she persecutes, and all their brood  
She would destroy, let her declare one cause of such a mood,  
Thyself can record bear, how in the waves of Lyby coast,  
What wild uproar she made, and seas and skies turmoiling toast.  
With storms of Aeolus her friend, and all with labour vain:  
So bold within thy kingdoms thus to do.  
O vile despite, lo yet of late how Trojan wives in fume  
She made their ships to burn, and foul their navy to consume,  
And leave their kindred there, in country strange onknown to bide.  
There is no more, but let us now (I pray thee) saufly ride  
In sailing through thy seas, let us arrive where Tiber flows,  
If granted things I are, if destinies us those kingdoms shows.  
Than spoke Neptune, that high seas doth control with lordly brows   

Good reason Venus is, that in my kingdoms thou be bold,  
From whence thy lineage leads, I have deserved eke of old.  
Full oftentimes ere this, both seas and skies unkindly rage  
I bridling couchid have, and madness wood did often assuage.  
Nor less my care on land, as all the streams of Troy can tell,  
Was for Aeneas thine, when fierce Achilles did compel  
His throngs in field to fall, when thousands thick down tumbling dead  
He under Trojan walls with slaughter wood did trampling tread.  
That brooks and rivers cried, when people's heaps their channels filled,  
Nor fall to seas they could, nor found their ways for bodies killed.  
I from Achilles than, Aeneas thine, full sore beslad  
In fight, (that neither force with him nor gods indifferent had)  
Conveyed away by cloud, when piece from piece I would have torn.  
(Min own handworck that was) the walls of Troy so falls forsworn.  
And now also that mind with me remains: cast of thy dread,  
In havens where thou dost wish he shall arrive right safe with speed.  
One only man shall be, whom lost in deep seas he shall seek,  
One poll shall walk for all.  
When he the goddess breast with speaking thus had put from care,  
As prince his horses proud he cupling set and bound in chare,  
With foamy bridling bits, and lousing gave them all the rains,  
Full smooth his chariot slides, and blue sea brim it scantly strains.  
Down sink the surging waves, and great sea swollen in thondry skies,  
Doth couch their waters close, from all the heaven the ratches flies.  
Than sundry forms and faces show themselves, onweldy whales,  
And mossy Glaucus grey, and mankind monsters void of scales,  
And Pollantines, and armies broad of seals, and Dolphins blue,  
And Tritons blow their Trumps the sounds in seas with dropping flew.  
Dame Thetis left-hand keeps, and dance doth lead of Mermaids all,  
And Ladies bright, that leaping lives in seas with bodies tall.  
There lord Aeneas secret mind a sudden joy did fetch,  
He bids them raise their Masts, and all their sails abroad to stretch.  
Together to their tacles all they step, and slacking lines,  
To Larbourd now they set, and now to Starbourd sails inclines,  
And haling hoist their wings, that shrouds & hooks & bolins bends  
And swift in seas they swim, 
Palinure his principal pilot.  the wynds themselves their navy sends.   

As prince and pilot chief, sir Palinure his course doth bear,  
Before them all, and each to mark at him commanded were.  
And now from heaven the drooping night her mid course near had past,  
And folks in slumber sweet, their weary limbs on rest had cast:  
And Mariners had laid themselves on hatches hard of bars:  
When lighting swift, from skies, the God of steape did fall from stars,  
And broke the dark of night, with glimpsing shade of feigned beams.  
To thee (O Palinure) and brought to thee right heavy dreams,  
Without desert, and on the puppe full hie his seat did take,  
Resembling Phorbas face, and unto him these words he spoke.  
Friend Palinure, lo how the tides themselves conueys the fleet,  
This gale by measure blows: an hour of rest to take is meet.  
Lay down thy head, and steal thy painful eyes one nap of fléepe,  
I will for thee myself supply thy room thy helm to keep.  
Whom answered Palinure, scant lifting eyes for slumber deep:  
Know, I not yet my seas? what? thinkest thou me so small of wit?  
To trust this fawning face? shall I my lord and prince commit,  
To this inconstant beast? should I believe that monster wild?  
So often as I with flattering seas, and skies have been beguiled?  
Such things he spoke, and holding hard at helm he cleavid fast,  
And still did serve the streams, and still on stars his eyes did cast.  
Behold, the God on him a bropping branch of Limbo pit  
With deadly sleeping dew, on both his temples dashing smit.  
And struggling to resist, his swimming eyes with sleep oppressed.  
Scant first resolved were his weary limbs with sudden rest,  
And leaning noddyd low: when half the puppe with him he drew,  
And rother, helm, and all, in mids of seas he falling threw  
Quite headlong over board, and calling often his mates in vain.  
The God than took his wings, and thin in wind he went again.  
Yet ne'ertheless therefore, with safe conduct their fleet did pass,  
And careless runs their course, as god Neptunus' promise was.  
And now they entering were the straits, sirens rocks that height,  
A perilous place sometime, and yet with bones of people white.  
Than breaking broad the fludds, the saltsea stones full hoarse did sound,  
When lord Aeneas felt his ship to stray and master drowned.  
And took himself the giding than thereof in seas by night,  
Lamenting much in mind his friends mischance and heavy plight,  
O Palinure, that flattering seas and skies to much didst trust,  
All nakid on some strangy sand onburied lie thou must.   
DEO GRATIAS.  
Per Thomam Phaer, in foresta Kilgerran, finitum iiii. Maii. Anno. 1557. post periculum eius karmerdini. Opus xxiiii. dierum.   

¶ The sixth book of the Aeneidos of Virgil.  
The Argument.  
¶ When Aeneas was come to Cumas, he went unto Sibyllas' den, where doing sacrifice according to the custom: he asketh counsel at the Oracle of Apollo, and there learneth both the dangers at hand, and the success of future wars. Misenus body which he found on the shore he burneth, his furniture, and his spoils he burieth under the next hill, which thereof was called Misenus. From thence, by direction of doves, he was brought to the golden bough, which being gathered, and having appeased, & worshipped the infernal gods with slain sacrifice: by conduct of sibylla he goeth down to hell, through the mouth of Avernus. He findeth Palinurus wandering about the lake of STYX, because his body was unburied, and when sibylla had refused to take him over unto the farther shore, which he requested: Aeneas putteth him in good comfort with exequys, and hope of honourable burial. Fron thence Aeneas passing over styx, and casting Cerberus in a sleep with a medcined sop, taking his journey through the place of Infants, and of such as were wrongfully condemned, and put to death undeservedly: he cometh unto the seats of those, that through impatiency of love, had shortened their own days, where espying Dido, when he would have purged himself unto her: disdainfully she avoided his sight. Then departing thence, he came to the habitation of those that were sometime famous in war, where he saw Deiphobus torn, and rend with many wounds, and is there by him informed by what cruel and shameful means he came to his death. Afterward, leaving Tartarus on the left hand, and being by sibylla instructed in the punishments of the wicked: he approacheth nigh the walls of Pluto, and there sticketh up the golden bough even in the Queen's entry, and from thence he proceedeth to the fields of the blessed, and is by Musaeus brought unto his father. There Anchises declareth unto his son AENEAS the order, and succession of the Alban, and Roman kings, and running over the names of certain of the Roman nobility: cometh to the commendation of julius, and Augustus Caesar's, and wonderfully extolleth Marcellus the son of Octavia, who was suddenly cut of by untimely drath. Then going forth out of the ivory gate upon the earth: visiteth his mates, and leaving Cumas, saileth to Caiera.  

SO talked he with tears, 
Here he cometh to Italy at Cumas.  and to his fleet he gave the rains.  
And at the last on Cumas coast Italia land attains.  
Their foreships all from seabourd than they turn, and anchors  
They pitching laid a land, and all the crokid shores along (strong  
Their ships in order set, out leaps the youth with long desire  
To tread Italia land, some seek for seeds of lurking fire  
In secret veins of flints, some break the beds of beasts onkind,  
And reaving spoil their dens, some show what woods, 
He visits the temple of Apollo at Cumas where sibilla that time did prophecy. Dedalus made the temple at Cumas divers histories graven upon the walls. City of Athenes. Pasiphae wife to king Minos of Candy. A monster half man, half bull.  what floods they found.   

But good Aeneas to Apollo's church, and temple towers,  
He went to seek the secret cave of Siblies dréedfull bowers.  
A vault of wideness waist, where mighty spirit, and mighty mind  
Apollo her inspires, that all thing knows in secret kind.  
And things that fatal been he doth to her full broad unfold.  
And now the sacred groves they see, and houses bright of gold.   

By old report when Dedalus from Minos' kingdom fled,  
With bold attempt of wings he took the skies high overhead.  
And Northward fast he slew, a passage strange unséen before,  
And lighting down at last, he stood a land on Cumas shore.  
There he arivid first, and there (O Phoebus' bright to thee)  
Did consecrated his wings, and made a temple huge to see.  
Upon the doors Androgeos death there stands, than year by year  
How Athens was compelled, (a wretched thing), their children dear  
By couples seven and seven, both sons, and daughters bound in bands,  
To sand to slaughter vile, the pot with lots there ready stands.  
Right theragainst in seas doth Candy kingdoms answer full.  
There Pasiphae was made, and next to her there stood the bull  
With tokens foul of love, and how by stealth, in metal thin  
She underlay that beast, with stinking lust of loathsome sin.  
And Minotaur there was, the mongrel vile of mixed kind,  
Inclosid kept in maze, where issue non there was to found.  
There lay the labour sore, and wandering house of endless ways,  
In corners croaking dark, a woeful work for them that strays.  
But Dedalus, that pity did the queens outrageous love,  
Himself the craft did teach, and dangers all he did remove,  

Icarus son to Dedalus slew from Candy with his father and was drowned by the way in the sea,  By giding through the dark her passage blind by thread full fine.  
And thou O Icarus also among those works divine  
Hadst had no slender part, if sorrows him not letted had.  
Two times in shining goold, thy drowing fall with heart full sad  
Thy father there began, and twice his hands for fainting fell.  
These stories old, and things of former fame right long to tell  
They should have overvewd, when (sent of purpose there before)  
Achates did return, and brought the priest with head full hoar,  
That served Phoebus' church, 
now called thereof mare Icarium.  and did Diana's offerings make,  
And Deiphebe she height, and to the king these words she spoke.  
This time requireth not with gazing thus to linger there.  
Now hefers seven to kill, to serve the gods more wisdom were.  
And seven of chosen sheep (as custom is) you should have brought.  
These things she spoke, and they furtwith her just commandment wrought.  

Description of siblies' cave in the temple & how she prophesied at certain hours by fits. The said cave yet remains.  Than she the Trojan lords into the temple gorgeous calls.   

A cave there is, cut out in rock, even through the temple walls,  
Both huge and broad at mouth, a hundred vaults, a hundred doors,  
A hundred roarings sound, when Siblies answers beats the floors.  
Before the same they stood, when she the virgin close within,  
Diskried herself and spoke. Now doth (qd she) my time begin  
To learn at god, lo here comes god. As she thus babbling prates,  
All suddenly, with faces more than one, before the gates,  
And colours more than one, disfigurid wild she stood in trance.  
Her hear upsterting stands, her trembling breast doth panting praunse.  
Her heart outraging swells, nor mortallyke she looks at last:  
Above mankind she speaks, when of the god she felt the blast  

No grace without prayer.  In spirit approaching near. And stand'st thou still, and dost not pray?  
Thou Trojan thou? (qd she) and stand'st thou still? shall not this day  
One door disclose itself till prayer come. When she thus said,  
She silence made: than quaking cold in Trojans limbs afraid  
Did run through all their bones, 
Aeneas oration to Phoe bus and to siblye.  and thus their king full humbly prayed.   

O Phoebus, whom the painful toils of Troy did ever grieve,  
Thou that sir Paris hand and dart (poor Trojans to relieve)  
Directing didst conduct, and gavest Achilles mortal wound,  
Thus many mighty seas that mighty lands encompass round  
I entered have by thee, through nations wild, and perilous strands,  
Through coasts of mountain Moors, and countries close of Sirtes sands.  
And now Italia shore (always that shrancke) we touch at last.  
Thus farfurth now have we through dangers all our fortune past.  
And you also your indignations great is time to end,  
You gods and goddesses each one, whom Troy did aught offend  
With glory great of pride, eke thou, (O sacred prophet true)  
That fortunes dost foresee, (I ask nothing but kingdoms due  
That destiny doth me give), Italia land let us enjoy,  
Our wandering gods to place, and relics dear outcast of Troy.  
Than I, to Phoebus' clear and to Diana, temples pure  
Of marble stone shall make, 
This was accomplished afterward, & in room there were x. interpreters of siblies books, called decem viri sibillini, with a college of the same. sibyl reststed till the spirit compelled her.  and feasts that evermore shall dure.  
Rewards also to thee, and offerings great for thee shall stand  
Within my kingdoms all, and I myself shall out of hand  
enrol thy sacred lots, and ditties, dear of holy rhymes.  
My people them shall learn, and chosen men at standing times  
Shall consecratid be, thy mighty mind that shall expound.  
Do thou this time thyself thy verses speak with perfect sound.  
Nor writ no line in leaves, jest whirling wind therewith may play,  
Confounding then from course, and jest in skies they fly their way.  
He ended thus. Speak thou (qd he) thyself I humbly pray.   

But wrestling wild as yet, against the god in thentry large  
Dame Sibly mombling made, and struggling strong withstood the charge,  
If haply so she might the gods enforcing shake from breast:  
But he prevailing still, with more and more her spirit oppressed.  
Her heart, her raging mouth, he taming stayed and fixed fast.  
And now along the cave, a hundred doors were open braced  
Of proper strength, and through the vault these answers out she cast.   

O thou that dangers great of seas at last hast skapid all,  
But greater things on land remains for thee. The Trojans shall  
To Lavin kingdom come, 
siblies' voice.  cast from thy breast that point of fear.  
But soon repent they shall, and curse the time that brought them there.  
Repent right soon they shall: wars, dreadful wars uprising grows,  
And Tiber flood I see, with foamy blood how thick it flows.  
Eft sons of Trojan streams nor Greekish camps thou shalt not fail,  
And in Italia thee a new Achilles shall assail,  
That borne of goddess is, nor from the Trojans juno stout  
Shall one where absent be, when thou at need extreme for doubt,  
What nations of Italya land shallbe? what cities great?  
That thou that time for aid with humble suit shalt not entreat?  
The cause of all this woe, shall be a wife of foreign line.  
A foreign spouse yet once again to Trojans.  
Yet for these mischiefs all do thou not shrink, but bolder press,  
Where thee thy fortune leads, thy chiefest health and cause of peace,  
(Where lest thou dost sespect) shall from a Greekish town apéere.  
These words did Sibly speak, and rapt with sprite in cave oncléere,  
Her compass crooked songs, and doubtful rhymes she belwing sounds,  
Inuoluing truth in dark, such bridling bits and raving bounds  

Truth in darkness.  Apollo gives his priest, and close to preach he pricks her breast.  
When first her pattering mouth and raging limbs were left at rest,  
Aeneas prince began. No travail new this is to me  
O virgin pure, nor face of labour non unfelt I see.  
All this I do conceive, and in my mind considrid late.  
One thing I shall desire, (for here men say begins the gate  
Of great infernal king, and darksome floods by hell that fleet)  
Give licens me to go to seek and see my father sweet.  
Vouchsave to guide my way, and holy doors do open make.  
Him I from thousands sword, and burning flames away did take.  
These shoulders, even these shoulders, through the foes did bring him out,  
He passage took with me, with me all streams and lend about,  
And threatenings all of seas and tempests all with weary pain,  
Above his age and strength, onwéeldy man, he did sustain.  
And now that I this time before thy door so meekly pray:  
He me commanded thus. Have pity now of both us twain  
O sacred virgin pure (for thou mayst all) nor here in vain  
Diana thee hath set, on Limbo woods to rule and rain.  
If Orpheus obteynid once his wife from under ground:  
By singing sweet at harp, and striking strings of pleasant sound:  
If Pollux did his brother's death redeem with his exchange,  
And went and came so often, what should I talk of Theseus strange?  
Or strongest Hercules? myself from high jove to descend.  

An easy way to hell.  These things he talked thus, and fast he held the altars end.  
Than prophet Sibly said. O borne of blood of heavenly kind,  
Thou Trojan duke, the way that leads to hell is light to found  
Both nights and days, the door of Limbo black doth open gape.  
But backward up to climb, and free to skies eftsoons to scape,  
There worck, there labour is: few men whom equal jove did love,  
Or virtue piercing all, did to the stars advance above,  
Can worck so great a work that midwaies all are compassed wide  

For he must never theles afterward. She apoints him first to the golden tree whereby is signified wisdom that overcometh all things.  With deserts dark of woods, and slimy flood full black doth slide.  
But if so great desire, such fervent love thou hast in mind,  
Two times to look on hell, two times to swim those lakes onkind,  
If pleasure aught there be, this frantic toil to lake on thee:  
These things first must thou do. In shadows great there lurks a tree,  
With golden crops and bows, with leaves and branches smooth of gold:  
Which to Diana deep, infernal Queen, is sacred hold.  
This tree hath every wood, and dark in vales doth hide with shade.  
But no man breathing life can under ground have power to trade,  
Till from those goldilocks of bows he brings one branch divine,  
Which to herself for chief reward Diana doth assign.  
When one bough broken is, another springs as fresh in sight  
Of gold, and twigs are ever like, with buds of metal bright.  
Seek out therefore with speed, and when thou duly hast it spied,  
Lay thou thereon thy hand, for willingly with eas, onwried  
Itself it shall release, if destinies thee thereto do call:  
For otherwise not break it will, for strength, nor weapons all.   

Moreover, now thy friend deceassyd lieth with corpse on ground,  
Alas unware thou art, and all thy fleet he doth confounded,  
While here thou hearkening stand'st, and counsels great of God dost crave.  
Him first go bring to earth, and give to him his worthy grave.  
And slaughters black of beasts for sins redemption see thou lead.  
So mayst thou Limbo woods, where breathing man may never tread,  
Behold at last, (qd she.) With that, her mouth she stopping stayed.  
Aeneas mourning went, with fixed eyes on ground dismayed.  
And leaving thus the cave, 
He found his trompettour Misenus dead on the land.  these fortunes hard and chances blind  
He pondering did revolve, so did with him Achates kind,  
And jointly step by step with equal cares they walking went.  
Much talk between them twain of sundry things they speaking spent,  
What friend dame Sibly means, what corpse it is they should entiere.  
But when to shore they came, onware on sand approaching near,  
Misenus stain they see with guiltless death, their friend full dear.  
Misenus trumpet sounder chief, whose nobler never was,  
In kindling men with noise, and fight fields to cheer with bras.  
Sometime sir mighty Hector's mate he was, to Hector strong  
With trumpet bold and spear he courage gave in battle throng.  
But when that him from life Achilles' victor spoilid had,  
Unto Aeneas Trojan prince this valiant captain sad  
Did place himself as peer, and nothing worse his chance he drew.  
But than (as mischief was) while brazen trump he swimming blue  
For pride, and calling to compare the Gods of seas did grieve:  

Triton a fish with a trumpet did drown. Misenus in the sea for spite,  Him Triton took for spite (if men may beldly this believe)  
And dragged him through the rocks, and deep in seas his enemy drowned.  
The Trojans than with noise his body dead encompassed round,  
And good Aeneas chief, than to a complish Siblies' charge,  
Not longer time they take, but weeping fast an altar large  
They lad with timber logs, and high to heaven a pile they build.  
Into a forest old they gone, and haunts of beasts unmild,  
Down tumbling crack the trees, uprisith sound of axe's strokes,  
Both holmes, and beeches' broad, and beams of ash, and shides of oaks,  
Which wedges great they clive, and mountain elms with levers roll.  
Aeneas eke their work with courage kindling did control.  
And tools in hand he took, and foremost man amongst then wrought.  
Yet heaviness in heart he bore, and often thus he thought,  
If now this golden branch will through this forest thick apéere,  
Than verily right true it is (as all things else been clear)  
And too too true (alas) of thee she spoke Misenus dear.  
Scant spoken were these words, when culvers twain by chance in sight  
Came overhead in skies before his face, and down they light,  
And softly sat on ground, he knew forthwith his mother's birds  
Aeneas mighty prince, 
Doves are Venus' birds for their encreas.  and thus he prayed in silent words.  
O, be my gides (if any way there be) and through these glades  
Direct me to the place where fertile soil in darksome shades  
Doth bear this golden branch, and thou O mother great, I pray  
Now fail me not at need. Thus speaking still himself did stay,  
Beholding brim those birds, and how they rise, and where they fly.  
They feeding there a while amounted forth, and went in sky.  

Mysteltew called of some mistelden growing on trees in winter with a yellow slimy berry clammy like bird lime, it cometh by donging of birds on the tres.  So far as eyes of man could them pursue, or mark could make.  
Than when against Auerna mouth they came, (that stinking lake)  
They life themselves aloft, and through the tender air they slide  
And falling down at last, they took their tree, and there did bide,  
Where glistering branches shows of sundry glossid shining gold.  
None otherwise, than misteltewe on woods in winter cold  
Renews his bushes green, whom tronck of tree did never breed,  
But saffronfrutid bows the stubbes thereof doth overspréede,  
So from the tree the golden branch did show, such was the kind,  
So wavering soft it waged, and tincling sweet it made in wind.  
Aeneas at it strait, and caught a crop with much ado.  
And glad with comfort great, dame Siblies house he brought it to.   

Nor nothing less this while, the Trojans all in solemn gise  
Did wail Misenus corpse, and gave to him their last outcries.  
First, cut in culpons great, and fat of sap with pitch among  

The funerals.  A stately pile they build, with timber trees and Cipers strong.  
(That dead men's treasure is) his gorgeous arms also they set,  
Some brought the water warm, 
of Misenus marvelously expressed of Virgil.  and coudrons boiling out they fet.  
The body cold they wash, and precious ointments on they power.  
Lamenting loud is made, than close his limbs in bed on floor  
They couch with weeping tears, and purple weeds on him they throw:  
His robes, his harness bright, and ensigns all that men may know.  
In mourning sort, some heave on shoulders hie the mighty beer,  

Warm water and cryengs, for many seem dead and be yet a live.  (A doleful service sad) as children do their father dear,  
Behind them holding brands, than flame uprising, broad doth spréede,  
And oils and dainties cast, and frankinsens the fire doth feed.  
When fallen his cinders were, and longer blaze did not endure:  
His relics and remain of dust with wines they washed pure.  
Than Choriney his bones in brazen coffin bright did close.  
And sprinkling water pure, about his mates three times he goes,  
And drops of sacred dew with Olive palms on them did shake,  

Novissima verba.  And compass blest them all, and sentence last he sadly spoke.  
To fields of joy thy soul, and endless rest we do betake.  
But good Aeneas than, right huge in height his tomb did rear,  
And gave the lord his arms, his ore and trumpet fixed there.  
On mountain near the skies, that of Misenus bears the name:  
And everlasting shall from world to world retain the same.  
This done, dame Siblies further mind to execute he shapes.   

A dungeon dark there is, 
Description of a place in Italy called Auerna, where antiquity supposed to be the entry into hell & is yet a terrible place to look on.  that evermore wide open gapes,  
Full rough of rocky stones, and loathsome lake there flows about.  
Therover dare no bird attempt to fly, for deadly doubt,  
Such prison breath outbreaks, and through the throat with stifling stink,  
Such smouldering vapour smokes, and up to skies is borne from brink.  
Whereby the Greeks by name Auerna mouth that place do call.  
There hefers chosen four, full black of backs, he first of all  
Did bring, and wines between their fronts the priest of custom threw,  
And with her hand she plucked the hear between their horns that grew,  
To cast in sacred fire, redemption chief of deeds amiss.  
And on Diana calls, in heaven and hell that mighty is.  
Some other stirs with knives, and blood lukewarm in bowls they take.  
Himself a lamb by dark, onto the dame of furies black,  
And to her sister great with sword he strake, and onto thee,  
(O Proserpina) a fruitless cow he killed full black to see.  
Than onto Limbo king his altars large he made by night.  
And bowels whole of bulls in burning fire enflamid bright.  
And plenty fat of oils, till offerings all were wastid quite.   

Behold, 
sibly brought Aeneas in to Auerna mouth, and so under ground to Limbo wherein Virgil expresseth all the belief and opinion of the Pagans'.  before that light of son did rise in skies above,  
The ground with roaring shook, and under feet did trembling move.  
And tops of trees do turn, and dogs in shade did seem to howl,  
When first the goddess came. Avaunt, avaunt, you sinners foul  
Dame Sibly loud did cry, from all these woods stand out beneath.  
Keep thou thy way by force, and naked sword pull from thy sheath.  
Now time of courage is, now fix thy mind Aeneas fast.  
And with that word into Auerna mouth herself she cast.  
He voided of fear doth stalking her pursue at elbow fast.   

O gods that empire keeps on ghosts, and souls of silens dumb,  
Thou Chaos, and you fiery boiling pits and places glumme:  
Give licens me to tell your secret workings under ground,  
Give pardon to disclose things deep in mist, and darkness drowned.  
Then walking went in night, alone, in silens through the shade,  
By Lymbos' kingdoms waste, and houses empty void of trade.  
Like as the feeble Moon doth give sometime a fainting light  
To men that walk in woods, when clouds do keep the skies from sight,  
And all things altered been, and colours clear are hid by night.   

Even at the porch, and first in Limbo jaws, done Wailings devil,  
And Cares on couches lain, and Settled Minds on vengeans fell.  
Diseases lean, and pale, and cumbrous Age of dompishe years,  
And Fear, and filthy Need, and Hunger hard that mischief steers.  
Misshapen things in sight. Than death himself, whose neighbour next  
Was Sleep that kinsman is to Death, than proud Minds unperplext  
Rejoicing vile in sin and mortal Wars affront the gate,  
And Furies fight in beds of steel, and Discord far from state  
With bleeding brows, and ugsome startling hears of angry snakes,  
Amids them all an Elm with arms out spreading, shadow makes.  
An Elm both huge and old, that seat, men say do Fancies keep,  
And Dreams uncertain devil, and every leaf they undercréepe.  
And divers monsters more there was, of sundry sorts unkind.  
As Sulla's and Centaurus, man before, and beast behind.  
In every door they stamp, and Lions sad with gnashing sound.  
And Bugs with hundred heads as Briarey, and armid round  
Chimaera fights with flames, and ghastly Gorgon grim to see,  
With herds of Harpies vile, and Goblins foul of figures three.  
Aeneas suddenly for fear his glistering sword out took,  
And as they threatening came, he towards them his falchion shook.  
And (but his learnid guide instruct him did, to let go by  
Those flittering tender forms, and not to touch those shapes that fly  
Which nothing been but life, and substance none, but likeness thin)  
He would with them have fought, and did in vain to beat begin.   

Here now the way doth lead to Limbo lake and filthy flood,  
Whose channel chokid is with troublous grounds of miry mud,  
And belching boils a sand, which to the banks it throws from deeps.  
A dréedfull ferryman that stream with visage loathsome keeps,  
In tattrid wretched weed, and Charon he by name doth height.  
His hoary bush and beard both overgrown and foul undight,  
With skouling steaming eyes, 
Charon the ferry man of hell fludds.  and from his shoulders down his loins  
His filthy mantel hangs, whom sluttish knot oncomly joins,  
Himself with pykyd pole his boat doth guide, and bears a charge,  
Transporting still the souls, in rusty dusty cankryd barge.  
Well aged now, but sappy strength he keeps of gréener years.  
To this place all the rout doth draw themselves with louring cheers,  
By numbers great, both men and women dead, nor long delayed.  
With princes, preaced boys and girls, that wedlocks never said,  
And flowering youth, that in their parent's time were laid in ground,  
And all that life had borne, about the bank they clustrid round,  
As thick as leaves of trees among the woods in winter wind  
When first to ground they fall, or like as fowls of waterkind  
Assembling flock themselves, when year of frost hath first begun,  
And over seas they seek in warmer londs to take the son.  
They stood, and craving cried, that first transport they might before,  
And stretching held their hands desiring much the further shore.  
The churlish ferryman, now these now those by course receives,  
And some down thrusting throws, and from the sand restraining weyves.   

Aeneas than, for of this great tumult he merueld sore:  
O virgin tell (qd he) what means this busy great uproar?  
What seek they thus? why to this water bank run they so fast?  
Wherefore be these reject? and yonder those their course have past?  
And some with oars I see are sweeping yet this channel blue?  
Than shortly thus to him dame Sibly spoke, that prophet true.  
O great Anchises son, undoubted child of gods in bliss,  
Now Limbo lake thou seest, infernal pool this water is.  
Cocytus called it is, and Stigies more the name doth bear,  
By which the gods themselves so sore afraid been to forswear.  
This press that here thou seest, been people dead not laid in grave,  
A piteous rabble poor, that no relief nor comfort have.  
This boatman Charon is, and those whom now this water bears,  
Are bodies put in ground with worship due of weeping tears.  
Nor from these fearful banks nor rivers hoarse they passange get:  
Till under earth in graves their bodies bones at rest are set.  
A hundred years they walk, and round about these shores they hove,  
And than at last full glad, to further pools they do remove.  
Aeneas stopped his foot, and stayed himself against that place,  
Revolving much in mind, and pitied sore their woeful case.  
He saw lamenting there, and lacking graves and worship due,  
Leucaspis and Orontes, lords of Trojan fleet full true.  
Whom jointly both from Troy, as through the swelling seas they passed:  
The southwind whirling took, and ship and men did overcast.   

Behold, his master chief, and pilot guide, sir Palinure  
Chafing did vex himself, who late in Sicil seas full sure  
His course with sailing kept, while stars of heaven he viewed at helm  
He through the puppe was fallen, and seas him quite did overwhelm,  
Him scarce he could discern among the souls with frowning face.  
Than first he spoke. O Palinure, what god with heavy grace  
Hath spoilid me of thee? and thee in deep seas thus hath drowned?  
Declare to me, for never here tofore that falls was found,  
With this one tale untrue Apollo me did feed in vain,  
Who said, that safe from seas, Italia land thou shouldst attain,  
Lo where a man may trust. Is this his faith so undefiled?  
He thereonto. It is not Phoebus thee that hath beguiled  
O Trojan king, nor me that god in seas did overwhelm.  
For as at stern I stood, and stéering strongly held my helm,  
Wherewith I charged was, and course of ships with sails did bear,  
I headlong fell therewith. By all the seas full rough I swear,  
Nothing so sore I dread, nor for myself so much did care,  
As jest thy ship despoiled, and of her guide and master bore:  
Should by misfortune fail, as waves so great that time did rise.  
Three weary winter nights, in cumbrous seas in waltering wise,  
With waters borne I was: the fourth day scant at last I spied  
Italia land, as over waves full hie my head I wried.  
By small and small to landward than I swum, and sure I was,  
Had not the nation willed destroyed me there unknown, alas.  
And as I creeping held with crokid hands the mountains top,  
Encombrid in my clotheses that dabbing down from me did drop:  
They slew me there with sword, and thought by me to grain a prey.  
Now still in floods I fleet, and to and fro with winds I stray.  
That I thee, by the gladsome light of heaven and ioufull skies:  
Now for thy father's love, and for thy son whose luck doth rise:  
Unwrap me from thes wrongs (oh peerless prince) and bring me a ground,  
I pray thee, (for thou mayst) in Velin havens I shall be found.  
Or thou, if any way there be, if goddess mother thine  
Hath showed thee how to shifted (for not without some power divine  
This place I think thou seest, nor Limbo pools thus canst thou swim)  
Reatche me thy hand, and take me wretch with thee by water brim,  
That after death at lest, in pleasant rest I may remain.  
Such things he talking spoke, when Sibly thus replied again.  
Since when O Palinure, hath all this madness comen on thee?  
Wouldst thou the Limbo pool and doleful floods untombid see?  
Unbidden from this bank dost thou in deed to scape intend?  
Seek never Gods eternal doom with speech to think to bend.  
Yet take with thee his word, and comfort thus thy grievous fall.  
For they that border next unto that mount, and cities all,  
By tokens great from heaven shall be compelled thy bones to take,  
And tomb they shall the byld, and solemn service thee shall make.  
And Palinurus name for evermore the place shall keep.  
This spoken, from his heavy heart his cares abating creep.  
And sorrows partly shrank, and glad on earth his name he knew.  
They on their journey went, and towards now the flood they drew.  
Whom as the boatman first, with eyes upcasted in coming spied:  
To walk in silent woods, and how to shore their feet they plied:  
He thus began to chafe, and towards them full loud he cried.  
What ever thou art, that armid thus unto our floods dost trace:  
Tell what thine errand is, and stay thyself, and stop thy pace.  
Here is the seat of souls, the place of sleep and slumbery night,  
Nor breathing bodies none this boat may bear by law nor right.  
Nor Hercules (whom I did last receive) did me no good,  
Nor Theseus, with Pirithous, that passed here this flood,  
Though born of gods they were, and peerless lords of strength and mind.  
He with his mighty hands the mastif hound of hell did bind  
Before the king at bench, and dragged him trembling out to light.  
Those other did attempt to steal from hens our empress bright.  
Than Sibly prophet priest, with gentle speech thus did entreat.  
Here is no treason such, do thou not chafe nor further fret.  
These weapons work no harm, the porter huge for evermore  
May barking keep his cave, and bloodless souls affray from shore.  
Well may Diana chaste her uncles chamber long enjoy.  
Aeneas famous here, the curteis prince, in arms of Troy  
Unto his father goeth, unto the souls of Limbo low,  
If virtue non so great may move thy mind this man to know.  
Behold (qd she) this branch, and from her garment out she took  
The golden branch, than angry wrath his swelling heart forsook,  
Nor, more he spoke, but wondering at that blessed gift of grace,  
And fatal rod, that seldom seen had been within that place,  
He shoved forth his ship, and on the bank approaching hit.  
Than other souls, that on the sides in long arrays did sit:  
He tumbling drove them down, and made a room, and in he takes  
Aeneas mighty prince, the boat in joints for burden cracks.  
And through that lethrin seams the filthy flood in plenty drinks.  
Yet landed safe at last both priest and man, on the utter brinks,  
In miry woas, and slimy mud mischapen foul that stinks,   

There Cerberus, 
Cerberus the porter of hell.  infernal hound, with throotes wide open three,  
Doth bawl with barking noise, at Limbo mouth full huge to see.  
Whose neck when Sibly saw with startling snakes to swelling fixed:  
A sop of bread with sleepy feeds, and honey sweet commixed  
Against his throat she threw, he gaping wide his threefold jaws,  
All hungry caught that gub, and couching straight with stretching paws,  
He bowed his boistous back, and on the ground himself be spread,  
Encombring all the cave, and groveling lay with slumbery head.  
Aeneas took the place, while thus the porter slurging was,  
And skoope the further shore, where backward home no life can pass.   

Anon were voices hard, and piteous cries, and wailings shrill,  
Of souls of tender babes, and infants weeping voided of skill.  
That pleasure sweet of life did never taste, but from their breast  
Untimely death them took, and fortune grim hath down oppressed.  
Next them be such, as false surmise have done to death by law,  
Nor they without their judge, and for their seats their lots they draw,  
King Minos moves their box, and as a judge their lives enqueres,  
And calls enquests of souls, and all their sins in silens heres.  
Than louring next in place, been they that fell with wilful death,  
And guiltless slew themselves, with hasty hands, abhorring breath,  
And shaken from them their souls, how gladly now in skies again,  
Would they full poor estate, and hardness all of life sustain?  
The destinies do resist, and lake unlovely them detains,  
And pools of Limbo nine in compass running, them restrains.  
Not far aloof from thence, dispersed abroad on quarters all,  
The mourning fields they see (for so by name men do them call)  
There they whom cruel love consumid hath with fretting moods,  
In secret paths they walk, and hide themselves in Mirtill woods,  
Encombrid still with cares, nor death itself their sorrows slakes.  
There Phaedra, Procris, and Euriphilen he seeth that morning makes  
For love, and of her son unmerciful the wounds doth bear.  
Euadnee than, and Pasiphae, likewise that martyred were.  
And Cenaeus, a lad sometime that was, but now a wife,  
Converted eft by kind to former shap of females life.  
Among all these, Queen Dido late that died of fatal wound,  
In forest wandering went, whom the Trojan duke had found,  
Approaching near and knew, in shimring shadow dark and thin:  
Much like, as after changing new when prime doth first begin,  
Men see, or think they see, that doubtful moon in clouds above:  
He blubbrid out in tears, and thus did speak for dulcet love.  
O woeful Dido dear, the tale to true (as now doth seem)  
Was brought me of thy loss, and of thy stroke and wound extreme.  
I was thy cause of death, alas, now by the stars I swear,  
By all the Gods, and if there be remaining yet one where  
Vnfainid faith, if truth on ground or under ground may be:  
Against my will (O Queen) from thy dominions did I flee.  
But me, the threatenings great of Gods that through these glimpsing glades  
Compels to seek, these hoary moory musty darksome shades:  
Hath forced me to this, nor never (Queen) could I believe,  
That my departing thee, so sore at heart could ever grieve,  
Now stay thyself, and from my sight withdraw thee not so fast.  
Whom fléest thou thus? this unto thee must be my talking last.  
Aeneas thus to her, that frowning stood, with skouling eyes,  
He spoke to suage her mind, and tears out gushing still did rise.  
She turning, fixyd fast her face on ground with louring look.  
Nor more to him did moon, nor at his tale regard she took:  
Than stirs a standing stone, or mountain rock for blast of wind.  
At last from him she broke, and back she fled with spiteful mind,  
To shadows thick of woods, where joint with her, her husband old  
Sichaeus doth complain, and equal love with her doth hold.  
Aeneas nevertheless, whom this mischance full sorry shook,  
Pursued her, weeping long, and at her parting pity took.  
From thence their way they sought, and now the borders last they held.  
Where worthy lords of arms inhabit thick in secret field,  
There met he with sir Tydeus, and valiant noble knight  
Parthenopee, and pale Adrastus' ghost, that woeful sprite.  
There, they that much lamented were on earth, and died in war:  
The Trojan lords, he knew them all in long arrays a far.  
Thersilochus, and Glaucus dear, he sobbid them to see,  
And Medon, and Antenor the famous children three.  
And Polibetes, Ceres' priest that was, both strong and bold,  
Idaeus eke, that horses swift and armours yet doth hold.  
By flocks about him drew the soul's full thick on every hand,  
Nor satisfied they been with looking once, but still they stand,  
And steps with him they join, and glad they be his cause to learn.  
But all the Greekish, lords, and Agammenons captains stern,  
When first the man they saw in glistering armour through the night:  
They trembling shook for fear, some turning took their wont flight,  
As to their ships somptime they ran, some others squeaking thin  
Wold lift their voice, 
Deiphobus that married Helen after the death of Paris.  but in their jaws begun, it stack within.   

There Deiphobus, Priam's son he saw, all boucherwise  
Bemanglid foul in face, with body torn in cruel gise.  
Both body, face, and hands, and temples twain, and ears dispoilde,  
With loathly croppid nose, and shameful wounds each where defoilde.  
Scarce him he could discern, that trembling shrank, and covered would  
His filthy wounds, than thus he spoke with voice acquainted old.  
O Deiphobus, mighty most in arms, O Trojan blood:  
What salvage tyrant beast hath given to thee this plague so wood?  
Who might so great a power obtain on thee? The rumour went  
How in the night extreme, of Greekish slaughters weary spent  
Thou headlong threw'st thyself on mixid heaps of enemies slain.  
Than I myself to thee, an empty tomb on Rheta plain  
Aduaunsing up did build, and thrife thy soul saluted clear.  
Thy name and arms that place preserves, but thee (O friend so dear)  
Can I not see, that in thy country ground I might entéere.   

Than Deiphobus said. Nothing (sweet friend,) can I require.  
All duties done thou hast, nor more my ghost can the desire.  
But me, mine own mischance, and Helen strompetts mischief more  
Hath plungid thus in pains these tokens me she left in store.  
For when that latter night with joys deceitful us did feed.  
Thou know'st: and overmuch thereof to think we must of need.  
When first that fatal horse our country walls did overskip  
With armour freyghted full and harneist footmen down did slip:  
Dissembling than to dance with songs, and himpnes in streets about  
She drew the Trojan wines, and in her hand amids the rout  
She bore the burning torch, and from the towers the Greeks did lure.  
Than overcome with cares, I woeful miser sleeping sure  
Within my chamber was, in pleasant eas, and laid at rest,  
And slumber sweet and deep, most like to death had me oppressed.  
My goodly spouse this while, my weapons all way she cloinde,  
From all my house, and from my head my trusty sword purloined.  
And Menelae her former husband called, and filled the floors  
With clusters great of Greeks, and open wide she set the doors,  
And me to them she gave, for token chief of former love,  
That fame of old offence by that amendss she might remove.  
What should I longer make: into my chamber all they thrust,  
With false Ulysses help. O gods redubbe them vengeance just.  
If due rewards I seek, if Greeks with me unjustly wrought.  
But thee, alive, what wondrous fortune here this time hath brought?  
Declare to me, by wandering wide at seas art comen astray?  
Or gods appointment great, or what mischance doth thee dismay,  
To see this troublous place, these houses heavy void of son?  
With talking thus, the Morning golden bright had overrun  
The compass half of heaven, and mids of skies she now did climb.  
And haply speaking more, they should have spent their pointed time.  
But Sibly warning gave.  
The night approacheth fast, we weep away the time in vain.  
Here is the place where now the way divides it selves in twain.  
The right-hand path goth underneath the walls of Pluto deep.  
That way we must, if path to Paradise we think to keep.  
The left-hand leads to pain, and damnid sinners sends to hell.  
Than Deiphobus said. O prophet pure that dost excel,  
Do thou no furter fret, I will departed to yonder field  
To fill the number there, and me again to darkness yield.  
Go worship, go thou glory great of Troy, with heavenly grace,  
God sand thee more good luck, and with that word he turned his pace.   

Aeneas turned his eyes, and in the rock on left-hand side  
A castle broad he seeth, with three thick walls encompassed wide.  
Whom environed with rage of flaming flood that fire out spews,  
A dampish fiery flood, that sounding stones outhelching stews.  
A gate against it stands, full huge of height, with pillars great  
Of Adamant uncut, whom force of mankind none can beaten,  
Nor gods themselves of heaven: upstands to skies a brazen tower,  
Where sits Tisiphonee with blood read tools, and visage sour,  
That cumbrous monster fiend, both days and nights the watch she keeps  
Before that entry grim, with gargoyle face, and never sleeps.  
From thence were howlings heard, and wretches wawling tossed in pains,  
And clinching loud of iron, and jingling noise of dragging chains.  
Aeneas starting stood, and all that bustling harknid to.  
What vengeance noise is this? O virgin tell, what have they do?  
That thus tormented been? what means this bouncing? this outrage?  
Than Sibly thus began. O Trojan duke of wisdom sage,  
No good man may come near this cursed house of dampnid Hell,  
But me, when in Auerna woods Diana set to devil,  
She taught me than their pains, and through these places all did guide.  
This boistous empire keeps fir Radamanthus, king of pride,  
Correcting men for sin, and all their falsehoods hears and tries,  
Constraining to confess what ever thing they did in skies:  
Differing till their death, as if all pains escapid were.  
Anon, the guilty souls with ramping force and grisly fear  
Tisiphonee doth take, and scourging them she swappes with whips,  
And serpents grim she shakes, and over them she stamping skips,  
With flocks of swarming fiends, and all her sisters out she calls,  
Infernal hideous hags, and to their turments them she stalls.  
Than verily with thundering fearful noise, the sacred hooks  
Doth opening turn their gates, seest what a guard against us looks?  
What faces? what a watch there stands at every gate in sight?  
With fifty garing heads a monstrous dragon stands upright?  
Yet sits a worse within. Than, Hell itself, that sinkehoole steep  
Two times as broad descends, two times as headlong downright deep:  
As heaven upright is high, if men thereto from thence might peep.   

There lie the Titans brood, and of dame Earth the lineage old:  
Downthrown with lightning dints, and in that gulf are tumbling rolled.  
There saw I serpentféeted bastards twain, of giants' size,  
That in conflict with heaven, to tear the skies did enterprise,  
Despising jove himself, whom from his throne they would have thrust.  
Eke Sulmon there I saw, in cruel wreak of torments just.  
For he the flames of god, and thundering sounds would counterfeit.  
He borne with horses four, and shaking brands and torches great  
Through countries all of Greece, and towns triumphing went about,  
And honours due to God usurping took of every rout.  
A frantic man, that peerless lightning clouds would think to scorn,  
With brass and ronning steeds, that footed been with hoof of horn.  
But jove almighty than, a fiery dart on him down flung,  
His arts could him not help, nor cressetts fierce wherewith he sprang.  
But headlong he to hell in whirling storm was thrown to deeps.  
There plungid now in pains, he in the bottom crawling creeps.   

Eke Tition the darling dear of Earth which all thing breeds  
You should have seen, that furlongs nine of ground with body spréedes.  
And huge on him there sits, with crokid beak and croming paws  
A ghastly Gripe, that evermore his growing guts outdrawes.  
And tiring tearith forth his ever-during liver veins,  
Nor never rest there is, but fresh renews his endless pains.  
What should I now rehearse the beastly centaurs rabble all?  
Whom over hangs a stone that evermore doth seem to fall.  
Their bridebedds fair are spread, and golden carpets shine full bright,  
And precious princely fare before their face is set in sight.  
Than comes the foulest fiend, and all their dainties overbroodes,  
Forbidding them to touch, and from their hands doth snatch their foods,  
And beats with burning brands and thunderings thick her mouth doth cast.  
There they that did their brethren most abhor while life did last,  
Or beaten their parents, or their client's cause have foul betrayed,  
And such as gathered goods unto themselves, and no man paid,  
Nor alms never gave, whereof there is to great a throng.  
Or for adultery have been slain, or reis●… wars in wrong.  
Or rebels to their prince, or masters goods would not discern:  
Includid in that jail their pains they bide. Seek not to learn  
What pains: what world of woe there is: how each his fortune feels.  
Some rolls unwoldy rocks, some hangs on high displayed on wheels.  
Some tumbling tire themselves. There ever sits and ever shall  
Unhappy Theseus, and Phlegias most of misers all:  
Among those caitiffs dark and loud with voice to them doth roar,  
Learn justice now by this, and gods above despise no more.  
One wretch his country sold, and prince of strength thereto did call,  
He forged laws for bribes, and made, and marred, and altrid all.  
Another leapt into his daughters bed, confounding kinds,  
All meant outrageous deeds, and filled their foul outrageous minds.  
Not if I had a hundred mouths, a hundred tongues to spend,  
And voice as strong as steel, yet could I never comprehend  
Their sundry sins and pains, nor of their names should make an end   

When Sibli to Aeneas thus had said. Now make me speed,  
Go forth, keep on thy way, perform those things that thou hast need.  
Dispatch we now (qd she) I spy from hence the chimneys tops  
Of Cyclopss boistous walls, I see their gates their forge, and shops,  
Where we commanded be to leave this gift of golden sprays.  
She said, and jointly both they passed through croaking darksome ways,  
And marching through the mids, unto the gates approchid near.  
Aeneas through them rushed, and than himself with water clear  
Besprinkling, took the branch, and at the gate he fixed it fast.   


Description of paradise  These things so done, and all the goddess gift fulfyld at last:  
Into the gladsome fields they come, where arbers sweet and green,  
And blessed seats of souls, and pleasant woods and groves are seen.  
A fresher field of air whom larger light doth overstrowe,  
And purer breath, their private son, their private stars they know.  
Some to disport themselves there sundry masteries tried on grass.  
And some their gambols played, and some on sand there wrestling was.  
Some frisking shake their feet, and measures tread & rhymes they sown,  
And Orpheus among them stands, as priest in trailing gown.  
And twancling makes them tune, with notes of music several seven.  
And now with ivory quill, now strings he strikes with fingers even.  
There were the Trojan lords, and antic stock of noble race,  
Most prudent princes strong, and borne in years of better grace.  
Both Ilus, and Assaracus, and founder first of Troy,  
Ring Dardan, at their armour weeds he wondered much with joy.  
Their spears beside them stand, their charets strong are set on ground,  
Their comely coursing steeds along the lands do feed unbound.  
What minds, what love they had, to deeds of arms when life they drew,  
Or what delight in steeds: the same them dead doth now pursue.  
Another sort he seeth, with hand in hand where grass doth spring,  
That feasting feed themselves, and heave and hoaw for joy they sing.  
Among the Laurel woods, and smelling flowers of arbers sweet:  
Where bubbling soft with sound the river fresh doth by them fleet.  
There such as for their countries love while lives in them did last  
In battle suffered wounds, or priests that godly were and chaste,  
Or prophets pure of life, and worthy things to men did preach:  
Or to adorn man's mortal life did science goodly teach:  
Their heads are compass knit with garland flowers right fresh of hew.  
To whom than Sibly spoke, as round about her fast they drew.  
Onto Musaeus first, for he enclosed is in throng  
With numbers great of souls, and him they keep always among,  
Bresthigh above them all, and all to him their heads incline.  
Declare (qd she) you blessed souls, and thou priest most divine  
What place Anchises hath? where shall we found him? for his sake  
We be come here, and passed have the floods of Limbo lake.  
Than unto her the sacred priest with words full gentle spoke.  
No man hath certain house, but in these shadows broad we devil.  
In beds of river banks, and meadows new that sweetly smell.  
But you, if such desire you have, pass over yonder downs,  
Myself shall be your guide by easy path into those bounds.  
He said, and went before them both, and fields full bright that shynd  
He showed them from above, and all the downs they left behind.   

Anchises prince, that time in pleasant vale surueyeng was  
The souls included there that to the world again should pass.  
And reknid all his race, and childers childerns line he told,  
And kest their destinies all, and lives, and laws, and manhood's bold.  
He when against him there Aeneas coming first beheld:  
As he did walk in grass, his hands to heaven for joy up held,  
With tricling tears on cheeks, and thus his voice from him did yield.   

And art thou comen at last, long lokid for, my son so dear?  
Thy virtue overcame this passage hard, and now so clear,  
Do I behold thy face? with rendering speech to speech of thine?  
So verily me thought, and in my mind I did divine  
Acompting still the times, nor me my carck hath not begild,  
What countries thee (my son) what cumbrous seas? what nations wild?  
Turmoiled with dangers all, thee scapid now do I receive?  
How sore afraid I was, jest Lybie lands should thee deceive?  
He thereunto: Thy ghost O father sweet, thy grievous ghost,  
Perturbing in my dreams hath me compelled to see this coast.  
On Tirrhen shore my navy stands at seas, now let us join  
Good father hand in hand, now thee from me do not purloin.  
Thus talkid he with tears.  
Three times about his neck his arms he would have set, and thrice  
In vain his likeness fast he held, for through his hands he flies  
Like wind, ungropable, or dreams that men most swift espies.   

This while Aeneas seeth a crooked vale, and secret wood,  

Lethee a flood of forgetfulness.  And shrubs of sounding trees, and fleeting through them Lethee flood,  
With sleeping sound, that by those pleasant dwellings softly ran:  
And people's thick on every side that no man number can.  
As bees in meadows fresh, (whom summer Son doth shining warm)  
Assembling fall on flowers, and lilies white about they swarm,  
With huzzing fervent noise, that every field of mumur rings.  

Pagan's opinions.  Aeneas with that sight amasid stood, and of those things  
The causes all did are, what flood it is, so dull that glides?  
And what those peoples been, that fill so thick those water sides?  
Anchises than to him. These souls (qd he) that bodies new  
Must yet again receive, and limines eftsoons with life endue:  
Here at this Lethee flood they devil, and from this water brinck  
These liquors quenching cares, & long forgetful draughts they drink,  
That of their lives, and former labours passed, they never think.   

These things to thee, full true I shall set forth before thine eyes,  
And show thee all our stock, of thee and me that shall arise.  
That more thou mayst rejoice Italia land to found at last.  
O father, is it true? may souls that ones this world hath past  
And blessed been in joy, to bodies dull again remove?  
What mean they so? why wretched worldly light do they so love?  
I will declare forsooth, nor long (my son) I will thee hold,  
Anchises answer made, and all in order did unfold.   

First heaven and earth, and of the seas that flittering fields and fines.  
Thes gloriose stars, this glistering globe of moon so bright that shines,  
One lively soul there is, that feeds them all with breath of love:  
One mind through all thes members mixed this mighty mass doth move,  
From thence mankind, and beasts, and lives of fowls in air that flies,  
And all what marblefacid seas contains of monstrous fries,  
One chafing fire among them all there sits, and heavenly springs  
Within their seeds, if bodies noisome them not backward brings.  
But lump of liveless earth, and mortal members make them dull.  
This causeth them, of lust, fear, grief and joy, to be so full.  
Nor closed so in dark, can they regard their heavenly kind,  
For carcase foul of flesh, and dungeon vile of prison blind.  
Moreover, when their end of life, and light doth them forsake:  
Yet can they not their sins nor sorrows all (poor souls) of shake.  
Nor all contagions fleshly, from them voids, but must of need  
Much things congendrid long, by wondrous means at last outspréed.  
Therefore they plagid been, and for their former faults and sins  
Their sundry pains they bide, some high in air doth hung on pings.  

The paynim purgatory.  Some fleeting been in floods, and deep in gulfs themselves they tier.  
Till sins a way be washed, or cleansed clear with purgin fire.  
Each one of us our penance here abides, than sent we be  
To paradise at last, we few these fields of joy do see.  
Till compass long of time, by perfect course, hath purged quite  
Our former cloddrid spots, and pure hath left our ghostli sprite,  
And senses pure of soul, and simple sparks of heavenly light.  
Than all, when they a thousand years that wheel have turned about:  
To drink of Lethee flood, by clusters great, God calls them out.  
That there forgetting all their former lives, and former sin,  
The mortal world afresh, in bodies new they may begin.  
Anchises said, and therewithal his son and Sibly takes,  
And draws, them through the mids of all that press that sounding makes,  
Unto a mount, from whence they may their orders long a row,  
By leisure over read, and as they come their faces know.   

Now let us see what glory great our Trojan line shall spréede,  
And what redoubted lusty lads, Italia land shall breed,  
Most princely spirits, our noble Trojan fame advance that shall,  
In brief I will dispatch, and thee declare thy destinies all.  
Seest thou not yonder lively child that leaning bends his spear?  
His lot is next to rise, and next in world his head shall rear,  
Of Trojan and Italian blood commixed, thy worthy child,  
Thy Silvius, borne after thy decease in forest wild.  

Here Virgil taketh a wonderful occasion to discorrsethe posterity of Aeneas, and to set forth the glory and nobility of Rome.  Whom late at last to thee thy wife Lavinia bearing brings,  
A stately king himself, and father great of stately kings.  
From whom our lineage long shall Alba kingdoms rich enjoy.  
Than yonder Procas next, the proud renown of former Troy,  
And Numitor, and Capis good, and he that thee by name  
Shall represent, Aeneas Silvius of noble fame.  
And deeds of arms with virtue mixed, if ever he may reign,  
If ever he his Alba lands, and kingdoms may obtain.  
Which lusty lads behold, from them what courage doth redound.  
And how their tops with oaken bows, and civil crowns are bound.  
They unto thee Nomentum land, and Gabios towns s●…l tame,  
And Fidenas, and cities great and proud they shall reclaim.  
Pometium, 
The chief crown of honour among Romans was of grass & oaken bow. Romulus the founder of Rome.  and Innus castles strong, and Bolam bowers,  
And Collantine, and Coram hills, suppress they shall with towers.  
These names shall than uprise, now nothing is but nameless dust.  
Than Romulus, that valiant imp of Mars, him forth shall thrust,  
To match his graunsir great, whon Ilia Queen shall bring to light  
Of Trojan blood, seest not his dubblecreastid head upright?  
And with what grace the king of heaven doth mark his chosen knight?   

Behold my son the man, for through his luck and huge devise:  
That peerless mighty Rome, that gloriose Rome aloft shall rise.  
Whose rod shall rule the total earth, whose minds shall match the heaven,  
And raise their walls they shall, including towers, and mountains seven,  
Most fortunate in fruit of men, as Berecinthia Queen,  
From whom the race of Gods, and lineage all descended been.  
She riding through the world, in chariot borne with godly grace,  
Her hundred déerlings sweet her childerns children doth embrace  
All heavenly wights, all sceptre bearers bright, in stars on high,  
Now this way turn thy face, and on this nation cast thine eye.  
Behold thy Romans, 
He puto Augustus next Romulus for dignity, being many years after in time.  see where Caesar is, and of jule  
The progeny that under poles of heaven shall bear the rule,  
This man, this is the man, of whom so often I have thee told,  
Augustus' Emperor, prince divine, he shall the world of gold  
Saturnus Golden world (sometime that was) eftsoons restore.  
On Garamants, and Indes, and countries conquered more and more  
His empire out shall stretch. Beyond the stars the kingdoms run,  
Beyond the firmament and sign, from course of year and son.  
Where Atlas (mighty mount) on shoulders strong the heaven doth turn,  
And underpropes the pole that bears the stars that ever burn.  
At this man's coming, lo, even very now, 
For Augustus subdued Egypt.  all Asia quakes  
For dread, and temples great of Gods with answers gresly shakes.  
And Nilus flood for fear his issues seven doth foul confounded.  
Nor never Hercules himself could walk so much of ground,  
Though he with dart the windy footed hind did overtyer,  
Though monsters swift he slew, and dragons quaking brent with fire.  
Nor Bacchus' victor so could nations wild and proud reclaim.  
Though he with bridling bits of vines did ride on Tigers tame.  

Here he returneth to Romulus' succession.  And stand we still in doubt by valiant deeds to purchase fame?  
Or for Italia land to fight, should we our destiny's blame?   

But what is yonder he, that Olive palm so comely bears?  
Most like a priest? lo now I know, I know those hoary hears,  
And whitish beardid chin of prudent Numa, Roman king,  
That unto laws and peace shall first the simple people bring,  
From poor estate to mighty kingdom called, whom shall succeed  
He that his countries idleness shall break, and force of need  
To stir themselves in arms, king Tullus, he shall up revive  
Their slugging spirits, and teach to win, and triumphs eft achieve.  
Next unto him, with greater boast, king Ancus them shall guide,  
That of the people's praise to much already takes a pride.  
Wilt see the Tarquin kings? and stately soul of Brutus breast?  
Of Brutus, mischief wreaker? 
Brutus slew his seditious sons  and by him the kings suppressed?  
He first the Consulship on him shall take, and first of all,  
His only sons unto their death, for wealth of Rome shall call,  
When they with battles new against the Consuls would rebel:  
Himself for freedom sayer, with edge of axe shall do them quell.  
Unlucky man, how ever latter age shall praise the same,  
His countries love him drives, and greedy lust of endless fame.  
See Decios, and Drusos, and his are that doth distrain  
Torquatus. Lo Camillus, 
Camillus' recoverer of ensigns  standards lost that brings again.  
But yonder matches twain, whom shine thou seest in harness bright,  
Now loving souls they be, while both are wrapped in dark of night.  
Alas, what wondrous wars? if ever they in life apéere,  

julius Caesar Pompeius.  What bloody fight fields? what slaughters wild shall they upstéere?  
The fatherlaw from Alps hills, and towers of France shall fall.  
The son in law, from Estern lands shall move with armies all.  
Not so my lads, not so, such grievous wars do you not mind,  
Nor with your hands your countries womb to tear be so unkind,  

Pompeius.  And chief thou, thou from the gods of heaven that dost descend,  
Cast from thy hand thy weapons, O my blood.  
He with triumphant joy, in chariot borne, and mighty train  
Shall climb the Capitol of Rome, when lords of Greeks are slain,  
And towns uprootid been, Corinthus, Argos, great Micene,  
He victor conquer shall, and from the ground subvert them clean.  

Quintius.  Another vanquish must Achilles' brood, sir Pyrrhus' wild,  
And wreak his graunsirs' old of Troy, and Pallas church defiled.  
Who can but think of thee, 
Cato. Cossus. Gracchus. scipios destroyed Carthage. Fabritius. serranus. Pubius' max.  most worthy Cato stern of mind?  
Or noble Cossus thee who can forgetting leave behind?  
Or gracious Gracchus' line, or captains twain who can withstand  
Two Scipios? two thunderbolts of war: for Lybie land  
A deadly fatal plague: or who can thee extol enough  
Fabritius? that much canst do with small, or from thy plough  
Serranus thou that comest? and after conquests sowest thy corn.  
Where now away withdraw you weary me? you noble borne  
You Fabii? thou Maximus, thou only art the man  
That all our wealth forlorn, by sober lingering rescue can.  
Some forcing metals fine shall brazen shapes with breath endue,  
I ween they will to marble stones give life with likeness true.  

Cicero. Firmicus.  They causes best shall plead, and course of heaven in wondrous wise,  
They shall describe with rod, and teach the state of stars that rise.  
Remember Roman thou, to rule thy realms with empire just,  

Good counsel.  Let this thy practice be. To much on peace set not thy lust,  
Thy subjects ever spare, and stomachs proud down vanquish plain.  
So lord Anchises said, and (as they wondrid) spoke again.  
Behold, how gorgeous gay with spoils Marcellus goth upright,  
Above all men, by shoulders hie he doth surmount them quite.  

Marcellus.  He, when the Romayn state with great commotion troubled is,  
Shall stay with horsemen stout, and make the Moors their purpose miss,  
And overthrow their throngs, and rebel French in combat killed,  
His armour spoils to jove▪ for offering third he shall upyelde.   

Aeneas there, 
Young Marcellus, Augustus sister's son, that should have been his heir in the empire.  (for walk with him he saw a seemly knight,  
A goodly springold young in glistering armour shining bright,  
But nothing glad in face▪ his eyes down cast did show no cheer.)  
O father, what is he that walks with him as equal peer?  
His only son? or of his stock some child of noble race?  
What bustling makes his mates? how great he goth with portly grace?  
But cloud of louring night his head full heavy wraps about.  
Than lord Anchises spoke, and from his eyes the tears broke out.  
O son, thy people's huge lamented loss seek not to know.  
The destinies shall this child, onto the world, no more but show,  

He died in youth, and was buried with six hundred hearses.  Nor suffer long to live, O gods, though Rome you think to strong  
And overmuch to match, for envy yet do us no wrong.  
What wailings loud of men in streets, in fields, what mourning cries  
In mighty camp of Mars, at this man's death in Rome shall rise?  
What funerals: what numbers dead of corpses shalt thou see?  
O Tiber flood, when fleeting near his new tomb thou shalt flee?  
Nor shall there never child, 
For these xxvi. verses Octavia mother of Marcellus did give, in reward to Virgil as much as amounted in english money to more than v. M. french crowns.  from Trojan line that shall proceed,  
Exalt his graunsirs hope so high: nor never Room shall breed  
An imp of marvel more, nor more on man may justly boast.  
O virtue, O prescribid faith, O right-hand valiant most.  
Dared no man him have met in arms conflicting, footman fierce,  
Or would he foamy horses sides with spurs encountering pierce.  
O piteous child, if ever thou thy destinies hard mayst break:  
Marcellus thou shalt be. Now reatche me Lilies, Lily flowers,  
Give purple Violets to me, this nevews soul of ours  
With gifts that I may spread, and though my labour be but vain:  
Yet do my duty dear I shall. Thus did they long complain.  
And compass round the camp they wandering went, and vowed about,  
In borders broad of air, and of the souls surveyed the rout.  
Which when Anchises thus had showed his son in order due,  
And kindlid glad his mind with fame of things that should ensue:  
Than him of all his wars, and great affairs to come, he told,  
Of king Latinus town, and of his realms and people's bold,  
And how each labour best may voidid be, or easily borne.  
Two gates of sleep there be, the one men say is made of horn,  
Wherethrough by passage soft do spirits ascend with senses right.  
That other gate doth shine, and is compact of ivory bright.  
But false deceitful dreams that way the souls are wont to sand.  
With talking thus, when lord Anchises first had made an end:  
And counsel gave his son, and all his mind had put from doubt,  
He brought them both, and through the ivory gate he let them out.  
He took his way forthwith, and to his navy went by land.  
And finding there his mates, 
Caieta in Italy between Cumas and Tiber.  and to his navy went by land.  
And finding there his mates, he brought them to Caieta strand.  
Their anchors from their foreships cast, their pups on shore they stand.   
DEO GRATIAS.  
Per T. Phaeer in foresta Kilgerran 13. Augusti, 1557. Opus ●…iginta dierum.   

¶ The seventh book of the Aeneidos of Virgil.  
The Argument.  
¶ AENEAS burieth Caieta his nurse, and calleth the place Caieta, by her name. From thence he passeth by the seat of Circe's, & by prosperous wind is brought to the mouth of Tiber, and driven with a contrary stream: he arriveth on the coast of Laurentum. And understanding thereby Ascanius' words, that the same was the land that was predestinate unto him: he sendeth unto king Latinus, that ruled those quarters, an hundred orators, which should both carry gifts unto him in his name, and request a place wherein to build a City. King Latinus gently hearing their embassadge, over and beside their request vountarily offereth unto Aeneas, his daughter Lavinia to wife, whom by the prophecy of his father Faunus, and the answer of the soothsayers: he was commanded to bestow upon a stranger. This while juno displeased with the prosperous success of the Trojans: calleth Allecto out of Hell to disturb this peace. Who first enrageth with her fury Amata, king Latinus wife, & Turnus also. Then, turning herself to the Trojan youth, which then haply was busied in hunting: bringeth unto their hands a tame stag which was dearly beloved among Tyrrheus the kings herdsman's children. Whom when Ascanius had wounded with an arrow, the husbandmen betaking themselves to weapon, set upon the Troyans'. Allecto from an high place giveth thalarme, in which tumult are slay Almon. Tyrrheus elder son, & Galesus the richest husbandman in all that country. Who when they were brought dead unto the city, Turnus and Amata do prick forth king Latinus to make war, and to revenge this injury. But he calling to remembrance the destinies, and the league which he made of late with the Troyans': could not be persuaded to make war against them. Then juno herself openeth the gates of war. Mezentius with Lausus his son do accompany Turnus into battle. Likewise Aventinus son to Hercules by Rhea. Also Catillus and Coras Tyburtine brothers, and Camilla of the realm of Volsca, a most valiant woman, and divers other, whose names are recited in the end of the book.  

ANd thou Caieta, 
He burieth his nurse Caieta & giveth her name to that coast.  Aeneas nurse, deceassing on our shore:  
Hast thereby given thereto a lasting fame for evermore.  
Thy bones, and name, thine honour there preserves, and settlid be  
In great Italia land, if that may worship do to thee.  
But good Aeneas, when her obyt rights were ended al.  
And tomb upreisid round, as soon as high seas down did fall,  
He took his way with sails, 
He saileth along the coast of Circe's a famous enchantress or witch than dwelling in Italy which turned men into beasts  and from that port departed quite:  
The wind with pipling blows, nor moon doth lack to give them light,  
The trembling water shines with beams reflected glistering bright   

Along dame Circe's coast adjoinant next, their course they cut.  
Where Circe's Phoebus' daughter proud her wealthy seats hath put,  
In sounding salvage woods, and savours sweet by night she burns.  
And precious weaving webs, with clattering tools she works and turns.  
From thence were wailings heard, and lions wrathful loud did groan,  
Resisting in their bands, and near to night they make their moan,  
Both bristlid groining bores, and bears at mangers yelling yawl,  
And figures foul of wolves they hear for woe to fret and wawle,  
Whom from the shapes of men, to brutish beasts, and faces wild  
Dame Circe's did transform, with herbs of might, and charms unmild.  
Which sore mischance, jest simple Trojans poor should feel the like,  
Or in those havens arrive, or on that perilous coast should strike:  
Neptunus filled their sails with prosperous wind, and gave them way  
To flee that cursed shore, and from that danger did convey.  
And now the sea with son beams waxid read, and hie from skies  
The golden morning bright with roset wheels did mounting rise,  
When every wind was laid, 
Here he espieth the river of Tiber in Italy.  and suddenly no breath did blow.  
And they their ships in marble seas with oars did wrestling tow.  
And there Aeneas from the seas beheld a hugy wood,  
Where fleeting swift with whirling streams most pleasant Tiber flood  
Breaks out itself in seas, with sandy waters troublous read,  
Where sundry sorts of fowls, on every side, and over head,  
Their wont channel keep, and banks, whose cheerful noises shrill:  
Reioycid sweet the skies, and in the grove they flew at william.  
Their forships all to landward than to turn, 
Thet enter Tiber.  and inward bend  
He bids his mates, and to the deep flood glad he doth descend.   

Now muse, now let us see: what government, what state of things,  
In Italy that time there was, what captains great, what kings,  
When first this strangers fleet in Latium laud did ships arrive  
I will setforth, 
In the first six books he described the travails of Aeneas now in other vi. he declareth of his wars performing his promise of arms and of the man I sing.  and causes first of fight I shall descriue.  
Thou goddess give me might, of ghastly wars now must I sing,  
Of mortal battles fought and slain with army's king by king,  
Uproars of angry realms, and all Italia mixed with blows  
I must report, a greater course of things to me their grows,  
A greater work. I steer. King Latin than that country held,  
Well aged now, and cities long in wealthy peas did weld.  
This man was Faunus' son, Marica goddess was his dame.  
King Picus, Faunus father was, and he doth fetch his name  
From thee O Saturn great, thou art his sire and first of blood.  
No son to him there was, non issue Male (so fortune stood)  
For in his springing youth withdrawn he was, and life did yield.  
One daughter did remain, and all that house sustaining held,  
Now husbandripe, now wedlockable full, of lawful years.  
From large Italia land, full many a lord, and princely peers,  
Full glad for her did sue, but over all, of beauty most,  
King Turnus lusty prince (of kingly stock that best might boast)  
Above them all was chief, and him the Queen did see most meet,  
And wondrously did haste, to join with him her daughter sweet.  
But monsters great from gods, 
Laurentum the city of king Latinus.  and heavenly threatenings makes her dread.   

A Laurel tree there was, amids the court, that high did spread,  
With sacred crops and bows, and many a year in reverence had:  
Which when king Latin first that tower did build, by destiny glad  
He found, and unto Phoebus' great did consecrated the same,  
And of that Laurel tree, did Laurent call that city's name.  
A wondrous thing to speak, this Laurel bush full thick of browse:  
From skies descending down, a swarm of bees beset the bows,  
Incessant thick with noise, and fast with feet in cluster clung  
All suddenly did close, and on the top with heft they hung.  
Anon the prophet cried. An alien captain, O (qd he)  
And alien army comes, and gets possession here I see.  
And parties clustering cleave, and gathering strength the tower they take.  

Lavinia king Latinus daughter.  Besides all this, when she herself to gods did offering make▪  
Lavinia virgin pure, and stood at the altars next her Sire:  
A wondrous sight was seen, that all her hear had caught a fire,  
And crackling flame outspred, and all her garments brent at ones.  
Her robes, her virgin locks, her crown beset with precious stones.  
Which suddenly did stint, than blustering smoke, and blazing light  
With violence upflew, and to the roof it ran upright.  
This dréedful sign, and on this wondrous sight men marveled much.  
For like to her in fame all prophets sang, should be none such.  
But causes great of war, betokened were by her to grow,   


That time spirits gave answers in woods.  But Latin king, that on these monsters all did muse and carck:  
His father Faunus' mind and sentence sooth he went to hark,  
To dark Albumea wood, which on the mountain grows full great,  
Where sacred flood doth sound, and fountains falling down do sweated.  
From thence the countries near, and through Italia nations all  
Do fetch their council chief, and in their doubts for answers call.  
The priest his offering makes, and kills the sheep at dead midnight.  
And layeth his limbs at rest, and sound sleeps on fléeses white.  
There visions strange he seeth, & many a sprite full thin that flits,  
And sundry voices héeres, and with the gods in task he knits,  
In heaven, in Limbo pools, and souls he seeth in hell that sits.  
There: when king Latin first devoutly prayed for answer full,  
A hundred chosen sheep he down did kill that bore their wulle,  
And spread their backs on ground, and resting slept upon their skins,  
With meek desire: than through that grove a loud voice thus begins.   

Seek not to set thy daughter dear with none of Latin land,  
O worthy son, nor trust this wedlock now thou hast in hand.  
A son in law from countries far there comes, whose stately race  
Unto the stars our name shall lift, whose issue great of grace,  
All things within this world, where ever son doth round recoil,  
On both sides londs and seas, shall under feet down tread, and rule.   

These warnings of his father Faunus given at dead midnight,  
King Latin did not hide, but Fame the cities filled forth right,  
Of all Italia realms, when to the shore this Trojan fleet  
In landing took their bank, and fastened ships with cables meet.  
Aeneas with his captains chief, Ascanius fair to see,  
On green grass took their eas, and underneath a seemly tree,  
Their deintes forth they drew, and meat they set on cakes of meal,  
Refeshing sweet their minds, so jove himself did pleas to deal.  
And mountain fruits they took, and heaps of apples hie they pight.  
When all things else were spent, and they by chance were driven to bite  
Their crusts of cracknel cakes, and eat for skantnes up their cremmes,  
And hungry brake with hands their leavings last, and set there gums  

Here the prophecy of the Harpy was fulfilled, mentioned in the third book that they should be driven to eat their tables.  Upon their fatal bread, nor trenchers broad they did not spare:  
How now sirs? have we eat our tables up for want of fare?  
The child Ascanius said. Nor more to this did he allude.  
That voice received straight, all fear from them did first exclude,  
And end of labours brought, and from his mouth as he it said  
His father took that word, and with devotion great he stayed.  
Than kneeling, thus. Alhayle O country mine by destiny due,  
And you all hail (qd he) O Trojan goods of promise true.  
Here is my dwelling house, my resting land: my father old  
(Now comes it in my mind) these secrets me full often told,  
When thou (my son) thy ships on coast onknown dost first arrive,  
And hunger hard for lack to eat thy tables thee shall drive,  
There mayst thou trust thy resting place to byld, and safely there  
Foundations make of walls, and houses hie be bold to rear.  
This was that hunger sore, this is our last of labours all,  
All sorrows now shall cease.  
Wherefore come of, and in the morning next at sight of son,  
What people dwells hereby, what towns they keep, and where they won,  
Let us inquire and look, and from the haven withdraw we al.  
Now skink your cups to jove, and great Anchises cheerly call.  
And pray to gods for help, and fetch forth wines in plenty round.  
This spoken, he with garland bows his temples freshly bound,  
And prayed his gods of peace, and worship gave unto dame Ground,  
(That foremost is of gods) and angel good that keeps that place.  
And Nymphs, and fairy Queens, & floods unknown he sought of grace.  
Than Gods of night he called, and signs of stars by night that rise.  
And chief jove, 
A token from heaven to Troyans'.  and both his parents strong in hell an skies.  
The almighty father than, three times arrow from heavens on height,  
Did sign of thundering show, and golden beams with burning light  
Was seen, and with his hand himself in clear sky shook the cloud.  
Anon the rumour spread, and through the camp was blazed loud,  
That now the day was come, that houses hie they should possess.  
Their banquets they restore, and man to man their joys express.  
And wines in bowls they set, and cups they crown, and feasts renew.  
The morning next, when torch of burning son the world did view,  
And day dispersyd was, on every side they seek, and sand  
Surveyors through the coast, and tops of mountains next ascend.  
A city chief they find, of Numik lake, here springs the well.  
This river Tiber is, here Latin peoples strong do devil.  
Than lord Anchises son, from all his bands a hundred knights  
Ambassadors did choose, and to the king on message dightes.  
Their crowns in compass knit with bows of peace, and mild attire,  
To bear the king his gifts, and league to Trojans to desire,  
They forth without delay, with speedy feet did ply their pace,  
Whiles he describing drew to build his walls a comely place,  
In fashion like a camp, with trench and bulwarks strong and high.  
And now the knights their journey near had past, and towers they spy,  
Of king Latinus town, and loftly castles large appear:  
And orderly they set themselves, and walls approchid near.  
Before the town the lively youth, and children fresh of lust  
On horses tried themselves, and coursers wild upturnd in dust.  
Or whirling drew their darts, or lances long with strength they shake.  
And some their bows did bend, and some for wrestling matches make.  
A riding post forthwith unto the king doth tidings bear,  
How foreign knights unknown, in garments strange approaching were,  
He bids men them receive, and to his court to bring and call.  
Himself to counsel went, and in the mids he sat in hall.   

A Halle of huge estate, with pillars hie a hundred borne,  
Above the town there stood, 
The description of king Latinus hall.  king Picus court in time before,  
Beset with sacred woods, where old religion dreadful dwells.  
There wont were the kings to take their crowns and no where else.  
And there their sceptres stood, this was both minster, court, and hall,  
Here stood their offering pews, and many a slaughter down did fall.  
And Lords at tables round in solemn days did feast and dine.  
There was beside all this, full many an image old and fine  
Of antic Cedar wrought, and row by row his graunsirs' tall  
Both Italus and Sabin kings, and he that first of all  
Did plant Italia wines, Saturnus old, with crooked hook  
In hand, and doublefaced janus sly did backward look,  
At entry first they stood, and other kings of old descent,  
That for their countries love, in battle fight their blood had spent.  
And over this, there hangs much enemies harness fixed on height,  
And spoils, and captive chares, and halberd axes, huge of weight,  
And helmet crests, and brazen bolting bars of conquered towns,  
With spears, and battrid shields, & tops of ships, and garland crowns.  
Himself in kingly throne, with cuttid cope, most like a God  
In heavenly armour sat, and held in hand his bagle rod.  
King Picus, king, and tamer proud of steeds, 
A bagle stat whom prelates that time did use in their reli●…  whom caught with love  
Dame Circe's dear his spouse from shape of mankind did remove.  
She changed him by charm, and smit his head with golden spray.  
And poisoned drinking draughts, and him of man she made a jay,  
And to the woods he flew, with speckled wings of colours gay.   

In such a temple, and so costly seat, and comely wrought,   

If friendship such he seeks, and if he list this league to bind:)  
Approach our presence to, 
Prophecis had settled his mind before the coming of Aeneas.  let him not fear his friend to seacute; e.  
His right hand once to touch, shall pledge of peace remain to me.  
Departed your way and to your king do you my words declare:  
A daughter I have, whom join to neighbour none I scarcely dare  
For tokens down from heaven, for wonders daily thick that rise.  
The destinies do forbidden, and prophets books pronounce likewise,  
That for the people's wealth a stranger borne should have that chance,  
Whose famous blood should to the stars of heaven our name advance.  
Perhaps him fortune calls, and if in mind I rightly guess:  
This man is he, and if gods will so be, I would no less.  
These things he spoke, and horses strait from stables forth he calls,  
Three hundred fresh there stood, at mangers hie bestowed in stalls.  
For every Trojan knight, a palfrey brave he bids out bring,  
In crimson covered all, and of their feet as swift as wing.  
Their breasts embroidered gilt, their poitrels pendant compasfolde,  
All gilded glistering bright, and under teeth they gnaw their gold.  
A chariot for Aeneas eke, with coursers like in tire,  
Of heavenly seed, and from their nostrils fierce outbreathing fire.  

Circe's invented to join celestial horses to mortal Mares, whereof came a divine race of steeds.  Engendered of that race, whom Circe's lively did invent  
To mix with mortal steeds, and stolen the storms for that intent.  
With such rewards, and with king Latins words, the knights of Troy  
On horses high return, and peace they bring with feastful joy.   

Behold, from Craecia land dame juno Queen did than remove,  
(The testy spouse of jove) and hie on clouds she stood above  
Beholding all these things, and from the Cape of Sicil strand  
She viewed the Trojan fleet, and army saufly set a land,  
She seeth Aeneas glad, and plattes' uprise for men to devil,  
And navy desert stand: with boiling mood her breast doth swell.  
Than shaking mad her head, her wrathful heart did thus expel.  
O hated brood, 
A new vexation by Inno.  O spiteful fortune, me that always frets,  
This fortune vile of Troy, how every chance my purpose lets?  
Where they not clean downkilled? yet could they not be clean destroyed?  
Were they not caught? yet could they not be caught? hath fire them noid?  
Hath burning Troy them burnt? but through the throngs, & through the fires  
They found away? I ween against their luck my power expires.  
Or have I left my wrath? and yet not field am fallen at rest?  
Expulsed from their land I them pursued, and down oppressed  
With total power of storms, and total seas on them I brought.  
Both force of skies and deeps on them I spent, and all for naught.  
What good did Scylla me? what could prevail Charibdis' wood?  
Or Sirtes perilous sands? be they not now in Tiber flood?  
In spite of seas, and me? and where they wished are settled sure?  
Yet Mars could have the might to kill down quite without recure,  
The hugy Centaurs kind. Diana did of gods obtain,  
On ancient Calydon to wreak, while one man did remain.  
For what offence? or how could Centaurs so, such wrath deserve?  
But I, the mighty spouse of jove, whom all things else should serve?  
That nothing left untried, to every shift myself transformed:  
My strength, my practice spent, and yet my purpose unperformd:  
Aeneas makes me shrink, and Troy's of me shall conquest crack.  
What should I therefore doubt where ever I can my friends to make?  
Since heavens I may not move, yet pits of Hell I will uprake.  
From Italy to keep them of, no shift I see can hold.  
Let pas Lavinia wedded needs shallbe by destiny told.  
Yet still prolong the time, and discord foul between them breed,  
And peoples both destroy, were in my mind a worthy deed.  
The stepsoune and the father both, shall have their loveday fee,  
With Troyans' and with Rutils' blood, this wench endowde shallbe.  
This Venus goodly brood, and second Paris, 
She resembleth him to Paris. whose mother in vision seemed to bring forth a fire brand. Allecto is raised.  fine and nice,  
Shall bring again to dust this second Troy, by mine advise.  
Nor Priam's wife alone shallbe, whose womb a brand of fire,  
To world did bring, but like success I give this gentle ●…uier.   

These things when she had said, adown on earth she gréesly falls,  
From dark infernal damps, Allecto mournful up she calls.  
Allecto foulest fiend, in doleful wars that doth delight,  
And wraths, and treasons vile, and sins, and slanders, and despite.  
A dampened monster grim, whom all her sisters deadly hates,  
Her father Pluto loathes, and evermore she breeds debates.  
Such faces foul she shifts, so many mouths she turning makes,  
So serpentfull she seems, and over all begrowen with snakes.  
Whom juno quickened thus, and soon with speech she set on fire.  
Thou child of night: Do (virgin) this for me at my desire.  

Virgin for none will have her,  This travail shallbe thine, let not our honour shrink nor quail,  
Let not the Troyans' league with king Latinus aught prevail.  
Nor let them land obtain, nor yet this wedlock to persuade,  
Thou best canst work this feat: Of strife and woe thou hast the trade,  
Thou fréendshippes all canst cut, and brethren kind constrain to fight,  
And towns untwine with hate, and cities whole subvert with spite,  
And houses burn with brands, a thousand shifts thou hast to spill,  
A thousand names of harms, now shake thyself, and work thy fill.  
Give causes thick of war, disturb this peace that is begun,  
Set all their youth in arms, and to their slaughters let them run.   


She tarrieth not to answer.  Anon Allecto vile, with poison's rank infected, flies,  
And first to Latium land, and up king Latins house she sties,  
And to the Queen Amata first in secret sort she slides,  
Behind her chamber door, and close herself in silence hides,  
Where she, 
Amata the queen vexed by Allecto.  with coming of this Trojan nation much turmoiled,  
Both Turnus care and wrath, her female breast enflaming broiled.  
To whom this goddess, from her ugly hear one viper blue  
Did draw, and in her bosom soft against her heart she threw.  
That thereby all her house with sundry mischiefs should be vexed.  
He creeping through her clotheses, her tender breast approaching next,  
Did fold himself unfelt, and serpents foul within her breaths  
Than shifting sundry shapes, about her neck himself he wreaths,  
And seems a golden chain, sometimes a hearlace long to knit,  
To roll her locks, and thus from limb to limb doth fall and flit.  
And while the poison first, and tickling sting with soaking sinks,  
And gropes her gristlebones, and venom drops her senses drinks.  
Nor yet in mind the burning flame did rage without restraint,  
Moore soberly she spoke, as mother's use, and made her plaint.  
Often weeping for her child, and often for Troyans' wedlock day.   

To wandering outlaws shall Lavinia thus be given away?  
O man: nor of yourself regard, nor daughter mercy shows?  
Nor me her mother (wretch) whom with the next north-wind that blows  
This traitor will forsake? and to the seas the pirate thief,  
Our virgin daughter steal, and spoil from me my comfort chief?  
Dissembling rover vile? hath not the like, ere this be seen?  
Did Paris so not cloyne from lands of Greece dame Helen queen?  
Where is your godly mind? your wonted carck of country dear?  
And faith so often plight in Turnus' hand, your kinsman near?  
If son in law from country's strange, we only must admit:  
As Faunus answers hids, and in your breast it doth so sit:  
All lands that of themselves from our estate are severed clean,  
I call them strange, and so I take, in deed the gods do mean.  
Than Turnus (if ye list his elders line to call in mind)  
Of great Micena town, and mids of Greece you shall him find.  
Of Inachus descent, and of Acrisius noble kind.   

With language like, when she Latinus mind in vain had felt,  
And seeth him still withstand, and poison more did inward melt,  
Which from the serpent shed, and all her limbs infecting strayed:  
Than verily with monsters huge affright, and deep dismayed,  
She railing ramps and runs, and through the town she troubleth al.  
Much like, 
This play is yet used in wales, & the ball is called knappan. Bacchus' triumphs: much like to our morris dances in summer. Commotion of women.  as when by strength of sling is cast a whirling ball,  
Whom boys for their disport, in cloister wide, or vacant halls  
Infentif drive with noise. It thrown with force, before them falls.  
The careless press pursues, with wondering much the bowl of box,  
From youth to youth that rolls, their courage kindlith more by knoxe.  
None otherwise, and with no less concourse she gads about,  
Through city's mids and towns, and people thick she gathereth out.  
Besides all this in woods, with feigning feast of Bacchus' name,  
A greater mischief springs, and frenzy more and void of shame,  
She flies abroad, and in the bushy hills her daughter hides,  
The Troyans' to prevent, while day of wedlock passing slides.  
With heave and hoaw, on Bacchus' name they shout. For thee alone,  
This virgin worthy is, thou shalt her wed or never none.  
Thou god, thy custom is, to shake triumphant hie thy spears,  
Thy chief delight is dance, thou comely kéepest thy holy hears.  
The Fame outflies, and madness like inflames the mountain wives,  
To seek them dwellings new, the queens example out them drives.  
Their houses all they leave, and with their hears dishevilid bore,  
Their naked necks they wag, and frantiklyke they rage and far.  
Some other lift their voice, and skies they fill with quavering shrieks,  
And girt in skins they jet, with vinetrée garlands borne on pricks.  
Herself among the mids with flaming torch in hand outsprynges.  
Proclaims her daughter bride, and Turnus wedlocks feast she singes,  
With wresting wild her face, and suddenly with bloudread eyen  
She makes a noise. O matrons wise, O friends, O subjects mine.  
Who ever Latin blood doth love, and you that mothers be,  
Unlace your heads attire, and celebrated this dance with me.  
To Bacchus let us sing and to the mountains out go we,  
If any gentle heart doth pity this my woeful plight,  
If any touched be with just remorse of mother's right.  
Thus into desert mountain woods, and haunts of beasts unmild,  
Allecto stinging drives this careful Queen with madness wild.   

When she with mischief such king Latins counsel troubled had,  
And topsy-turvy tossed his household all with sorrows sad:  
Incontinent this doleful dame upsterts, with waylfull wings,  
And to the walls of Turnus bold, 
Allecto incenseth Turnus king of the Rutils, to whom the virgin was despoused. Arde in Italy.  in Rutil realm, she flings.  
Which city, when dame Danae by storms was cast on ground,  
Men say she first did build, and for a vow the same did found.  
A place, which of our gransirs' old did Ardea name obtain,  
Of antic date, and yet the name of great Arde doth remain.  
The fortune, sometime was: there Turnus' king in towers of might,  
Was taking sweet his rest, and sleeping sound at dark midnight.  
Allecto than, her frowning face, and fendly limbs of worms  
Puts of, and to a woman old in likeness her transforms.  
Her forehead foul with wrinckels long she ploughs, and horewhite hears  
In cap and kerchief knits, and Olive branch thereon she wears.  
Like Calibee, dame junos' temple Sexton, old of years.  
And suddenly before his eyes with these words she appeareth.  
Why Turnus? wilt thou see thy labours long thus lost in vain?  
And canst thou suffer Trojan clowns thy kingdom thus obtain?  
King Latin thee rejecteth, and with thy blood that thou hast bought,  
Thy wedlock he denies, and heirs of aliens in are brought.  
Go now, go venture yet thyself in danger, laughed to scorn.  
Go fight, and vanquish yet the Tirrhens host, their enemies sworn.  
Bring Latins to their peace, and kill their foes, for thank forlorn.  
These things to thee to tell (where now thou liest in pleasant rest)  
Almighty juno bad, and me this time on message dressed.  
Wherefore come of, in mustering call thy youth, and through thy lands  
In harness put thy power, come boldly forth with all thy bands,  
And Troyans' now by Tiber flood that sit, with captains all,  
Destroy them down to death, and burn their ships resist that shall.  
The great assent of heavenly gods so bids, and king Latin,  
If he refuse to obey, and to thy wedlock due incline:  
Than let him feel, and Turnus power at last repenting know.  
The bachler hearing this, to her in mocking made a mow.  
Than thus he said. The navy lately brought to Tiber shore:  
Not as thou dost conject, hath been to me untold before.  
Fain me no peerless fear, no such tumult, nor juno Queen  
Unmindful is of us.  
But thou a doting trot, whom withryd age from truth exiles,  
In vain thyself dost vex, with causeless cark (O fool therwhiles)  
And kings affairs, & wars with peerless fear thy mind begiles.  
Moore meet thy temple keep, and serve thy gods good aged crone.  
To men belongs the wars, let men with wars and peace alone.  
In talking thus: Allecto flaming wood with wrathful look  
Uprose, and suddenly his limbs a trembling palsy took.  
His eyes upstaring stood such sundry faces out she sets,  
So many hissing snakes, so many ways she foaming frets.  
Than burning broad with eyes, as he in space would more have spoke,  
She thrust him of, and serpents twain from among her locks she broke  
And strake him, loud than from her mouth these words she kest with smoke   

Lo, I the doting trot whom witherid age from truth exiles.  
Whom kings affairs and wars with needless cark afraid begiles.  
Look hereupon: lo, here I am, of hags infernal most,  
Both wars, and death in hand I bring.  
So speaking, to the young man's breast a firebrond hot she cast,  
With blustering smoky light, and in his heart she fixed it fast.  
Than from his dead sleep fear him brake, his bones and all his limbs  
On water brasting out, and streaming sweat down gushing swims.  
For armour, mad he crieth: for armour, house, and bed he turns,  
With cursed rage of wars, and love of steel that inward burns.  
His wrath upswelles, as when a cauldron great is set on fire,  
And sticks are kindled fast, and flame with noise doth close upspyre,  
The liquor leaps for heat, and water waves uptossing toils  
In smoke, and over flowing flood of foam redounding boils,  
Nor can itself receive, the vapour black in air up flies.  
A choice therefore of youth to king Latin to send he hies,  
Renounsing league of peace, and bids him strait prepare to fight,  
To clear the coast from foes, and to defend Italias right,  
Or he against them both with power sufficing will descend.  
When this was said, his gods he calls with vows, good luck to sand.  
Than strait the Rutils strive, who shallbe first to serve the wars,  
Each man himself exhorts, him beauty fresh of youth prefars,  
Him kings his gransirs moves, him deeds of arms before time tried.  
While Turnus thus the Rutils minds with boldness fiercely plied:  
Allecto to the Trojan nation drew, and foul with wings,  
For new devise a place she spies, 
Allecto troubleth the Troyans'.  and thereon swift she springs.  
Where fair Ascanius stood, and on the shore the time to pass  
With engines after beasts, and course of running hunting was.  
There suddenly, among his hounds, this virgin vile of Hell  
Did cast a train, and by the suit their noses filled with smell,  
A Heart to find and rouse, which afterward of mischiefs all  
Was chiefest cause, and first the plowmen made to fight fall.  
A Harte there was of comely port, and huge with horns yspred,  

A tame stag.  Whom Tirrhus' children (from the dug withdrawn) for pleasure bred,  
And Tirrhus' great their sire, that for the king had all the charge  
Of beasts, and trusted was with herds that fed in pastures large.  
Him tame at every beck their sister Silvia dear did love,  
And wreathing garland flowers, would trimly trick his horns above,  
And pure in fountains wash, and comely comb his wanton locks.  
He suffering every hand, his masters board, and feeding flocks  
Did use, and thence abroad in woods, and through his wonted gate,  
He would return to home, though night on him were near so late,  
Him wandering loof astray, where child Ascanius swift did hunt,  
His hounds before them had, as he by custom kept his wont,  
To soil himself in flood, and under banks to void the heat.  
Ascanius' kindled than, with love of praise and courage great,  
His dart for joy outdrew, and crooked bow he bent of horn,  
Desirous of that stag, and seldom saw the like before.  
Nor from his hand the goddess absent was, but sharply sent  
The quarry through the paunch, and through the guts with sounding went  
The wounded beast forthwith unto his masters house he drew,  
And brayed with piteous noise, and waylyng loud he bleeding threw,  
Like one beseeching help, and all the house with mourning vexed.  
Their sister Silvia, beating both her hands, for woe perplexed,  
Outcalles the hines for aid, and plowmen tough, and neighbours next.   

They suddenly (for in the woods the plague yet lurking sat)  
Assembling flock themselves, one brought in hand a burned bat,  
Another caught a club, with heavy knobs, and what they found:  
Echman outhrynges, wrath weapon makes, them Tirrhus gathreth round  
As he by chance that time with earnest mind an oak did clive  
In quarter shides, and wedges strong with force therein did drive.  
He took his axe, and down with threatening huge descending blows,  
But from her tooting place Allecto foul that mischief sows,  
(When she her time espied) she flew, and took the houses hie,  
And on the stable top she sat, to rear the country cry.  
Her fendly voice she lifts, in crooked crinkled horn on height,  
And blew the herdsman's blast, and wont sign to rise and fight,  
So loud: that with the sound thereof, the trees with trembling shakes  
And caves of mountain rocks, and woods of déepnes thundering makes.  
The lakes aloof it heard, and floods and fountains neighbours all,  
And sulphur streams of Nar and mountain waters down that fall  
And trembling mothers to their breast did clasp their children small.   

Than verily unto that noise, where first their trumpet blew,  
The country clowns uprose, with tools, and weapons thick they drew,  
stiff-necked plowmen stout: the Trojan youth also broke out,  
With open camp, and to Ascanius' rescue drew for doubt.  
Their armies out they spread not now like frays of countries chubbs.  
Nor work with burned bats, nor sharped stakes, nor mountain clubs.  
But try with edged tools, and every field with sword upright,  
As stubble starckly stands, and thick with points of weapons pight,  
The shield with sun upshines, and to the clouds repulse their light   

As when the tempest riseth first, and seas doth white begin  
By small and small to swell, and belching floods reboil within,  
At last aloft it mounts, and to the skies the bottom skips.  
Before the vanguard first, an arrow swift that sounding slips.  
Doth Almon throw to ground, that Tirrhus' child and eldest was,  
Beneath his throat it stack, and where his breath and voice should pass  
It stopped, and with his tender life expiring left his blood.  
About him bodies thick of men, and old Galesus good  
In meddling making peace, a man of right and justness most  
That was, and greatest wealth sometime in all Italia cost.  
Five flocks of sheep he had, and herds of cattle's feeding five,  
And soil so much did turn, as ploughs a hundred still did drive.  
While these things working were with equal chance on both the parts:  
The spiteful Goddess spied so great success in all her arts,  
And people's fierce of both, with blood and battle full imbrued.  
And saw their army's joint in flaughters vile together glued:  
She left Italia land, and through the skies of compass wide,  
Dame juno to she comes, and thus she spoke with bragging pride.   

Lo thy request is done, now strife, and wars among them is,  
Go bid them friendly join, and lovingly like neighbours kiss,  

Allecto to juno.  Since Troyans' have begun Italians blood thus much to spill:  
Yet more I shall augment (if I may know it be thy will)  
The towns and borders next I will with rumours set on fire,  
And make them such uproar, that battles mad they shall desire,  
And bustling run to help, and every seld with armour spréede,  
Than juno said: enough there is of false deceit and dread,  
Good causes stands of war. Together now I see they run,  
With bloodshed both imbrued, this game of thine is well begun.  
Such wedlocks let them make, that goodly brood, that Venus' elf.  
Such feast is for them fit, and for the king Latin himself.  
Thy person over mortal skies with longer leave to stray:  
The guider great of heaven for ease of mandkind doth denay.  
Give place this time, if any chance or travail be behind,  
Myself shall take that charge. So juno speaking told her mind.  
She mounting forth did fly, with squeaking wings of loathly snakes.  
And leaving light of skies, her wont seat in Hell she takes.   

In mids of Italy, 
Description of a place in Italy where Allecto went down to Hell.  there is a place in mountains cold,  
Right notable, and for the marvel much in countries told.  
A darsome vale and deep, with woods encompassed thick on sides,  
And headlong down there sinks, in mids of rocks that hills divides,  
A roaring stinking pool, and breaking stones the brook doth sound.  
A dungeon dark there is, and dreadful gulf of gaping ground,  
Where deadly breath outbreakes. Allecto there (so god did please)  
Did hide her hateful head, and heaven and earth thereby did ease.   

Nor nothing less this while, dame junos' hand did working cease.  
The numbers all of herds, unto the city came with press,  
To king Latinus court, and brought in sight the bodies twain,  
Of Almon flowering lad, and good Galesus foully slain.  
They cry their gods for aid, and to the king their case complain.   

In mids of that, is Turnus near at hand, with sword and fire  
He threateneth Latin king, that Troyans' wedlock would require.  
Outlandysh blood brought in, himself reject, the realm defiled.  
Than from the woods the wives, whom Bacchus dance astoined wild  
Cam ramping down with drums the queens respect doth give them spirit.  
From every coast men come, and with the Troyans' cry to fight,  
Each one against all right, against all gods, for war doth call.  
The subjects swarming rise, and to king Latins court they fall.  
He, like a rock in seas resisting stands, unmoovid, fast,  
Full like a rock in seas, when surging waves with wind are cast,  
Whom strokes of water strikes, with barking sound, and beats about,  
Itself with weight it stays, the floods in vain their foaming spout,  
With rattling loud of stones the sides repulse the fléeting weeds.  
When nothing doth prevail, and blind outrage his counsel leedes,  
And after junos' beck he seeth how backward things appeareth:  
Protesting much his gods, and air of skies that nothing héeres,  
We run to wrack (qd he) that woe is me, with tempest borne.  
Yourselves shall first repent, and pay for this your blood for sworn.  
O wretched souls, O sinful Turnus, thou shalt bide the pains,  
And call to late thy gods, a doleful death for thee remains.  
For I am safe at rest, my feeble ship is brought to shore,  
Of happy funerals I am despoiled. And made no talking more:  
But locked himself in walls, and rule of things did clean forsake.  
The manner was in Latium land, which cities all did take,  
And sacred custom kept, now Rome most mighty still retains.  
When first their wars they move, or for renown will take the pains  
To conquer feas or lands, or to the Moors give mortal wars,  
To nations under North, and countries distant far from stars,  
Or pierce with power to Ind, and seek the seat of morning sun,  
Or from the Parthies' people fetch, 
Description of janus temple at Rome that never was shut but in peace and most in Augustus' time janus had two faces whereby was signified prudens to look both before and behind in beginning of war.  with bloodshed standards won:  
Two gates of war there be, for so their names at Rome they bear,  
Religious, sacred kept to dreadful Mars, and temple there,  
A hundred brazen bolts, and everlasting strength of steel  
Doth lock the same, and janus keeper stands at threshold heel.  
These gates, when sentence first of fight the lords have full decreed,  
Himself the Consul chief, in robes of pomp, and purple weed,  
In warlikewise begirt, with rambling noise abroad displays.  
And first proclaims the wars, than all the youth in their arays.  
And blasts of brazen horns with hoarse assent concording braies.   

In such a sort, king Latin than the Troyans' to defy  
Commanded was, but he the grievous gates would not come nigh,  
The good prince did refuse, and from that service vile he fled,  
And kept himself in close, and under darkness hid his head.  
Dame juno than herself, the queen of heaven, adown did slide,  
And took the lingering gates, and shoving set them open wide,  
Them turning swift with noise, and brazen posts and hinges braced.  
Than all Italia land (unmoved erst) their peace upcasted.  
Uncalled they stir themselves, some runs as footmen fierce in field,  
Some stur their startling steeds, & dust upthrowes & spears they wield  
E'the man for armour cries, and some their shields and harness light  
With fat of lard they scour, & whetstones hack to make them bright.  
Their streamers glad they bear, and trumpets sound with joy they here.  
Five cities great therefore, with forges set in countries near,  
Renew them fight tools, both Tiber proud, and Atin strong,  
And Arde, and Crustum towers, and great Antemna large and long.  
Their metal mass they bow, and for their heads the steadfast plates,  
And buckler bosses broad, and wickers weave for target grates.  
Some beaten them coats of brass, or sturdy breastplate hard they drive,  
And some their gauntlets gild, or boots with silver nesh contrive.  
Regard of shares and culters all they leave, both  and plough  
They turn to this, and sword, and glavies, in furneiss neal they tough.  
And sagbuttes now they found, up goeth the sign to battle strokes.  
One gets his shield for haste, an other swift his horses yokes  
In chase to ride, and helmet bright on puts, thréedubbled shirts  
Of Gold, with gorget great, and trusty sword about him gyrtes,   

Now Muses move my song, 
He describeth the musters, & gathering of princes conspired against Aeneas.  now let me sup your learning springs,  
To tell what nations tough, what captains fierce, what noble kings,  
With armies filled the fields, what armour strong, what manred bold,  
Italia sacred land did flourishing that time uphold.  
You ladies, you remember best, and uttering best can speak.  
Scant breathing thin of fame by us doth pass with pipling weak.  
First entereth war from Tirrhen coast, Mezentius, tyrant king,  
Despiser proud of Gods, and armies strong with him doth bring.  
Than Lausus next his son, whose corpse in beauty peer had none.  
That time, and chiefest fame did bear, save Turnus' corpse alone.  
Prince Lausus, conqueror of beasts, and tamer strong of steeds,  
A thousand men from Agillina town him after léedes.  
In vain that followed him for love: well worthy to have had  
A father not so nought, and of his realm to be more glad.  
Next them, triumphant fierce with steeds that wager all did win,  
Duke Aventine, sir Hercles' worthy seed, of heavenly kin:  
Victoriously out shows his chariot fair, and bore in shield  
His father's arms, a hundred dreadful dragons huge to wield,  
A hundred serpents grim, and Hydra monster girt with snakes,  
Whom Rhea virgin priest, as she to God her service makes,  
In Aventinus mount, and bushes thick by stealth out brought:  
Engendering mixed with God, when Hercules had conquest wrought  
In Spain, and Geryon down killed, and to Italia strand  
Arriving brought his beasts, and oxen fair had set a land.  
Their perilous pikes in hand, and puncheons close in staves they bear,  
And pikes like broaches long, and fight with foyne of pointed spear.  
Himself on foot, a fold of Lions huge unwieldy hide,  
With brestlid hears unkemt, and tusked white, and gaping wide  
In helmet wise did wear, so to the court he come full rough:  
All terribel, and his father's weed he bore on shoulders tough.  
Than brethren twain of Tiber strong, forsook Tiburtus walls,  
(A town that of their brother's name the people yet so calls.)  
Both Coras and Catillus, eager knights of Greekish kind,  
Before the vanguard went, in weapons thick as swift as wind.  
Like Bulls, or misbegotten Centaurs twain, from cloudy hills  
Descend with stamping noise, and headlong down with restless wills  
They run, that woods do rustling yield, and bows with breaking crack.  
Nor of Praenesta town, the founder first thereof did lack:  
Vulcanus dreadful sun, a king of beasts and mountains cold,  
A fondling found besides a fire (as all report hath told)  
King Ceculus, a legion large of herdmen next his side,  
And men of high Praeneste town, and all that compass wide,  
Dame junos' sacred land, and Auiena river chill,  
And all that Hernick stones (with watery springs bedewed) do till.  
Whom Amaseni pastures feeds, and rich Anagnia fields,  
Nor harness to them all, nor charets rattling been, nor shields.  
The greatest sort with slings, their plummet lompes of lead out squats.  
And some their sheaves of darts, their heads defensed broad with hats  
Of hairy skins of wolves, their rightside shanks be naked bore.  
Such is their shift, their leftside legs with raw hides covered are.   

But king Messapus, Neptune's child, that coursers wild can tire,  
Whom neither strength of steel can overthrow, nor force of fire,  
His people's long in rest, and out of ure of battle strife;  
Doth suddenly upcal, and teach to handle sword and knife.  
They from their Fescen hills, and from Faliscus equal toftes,  
They from Soractus towers, and yellow fields of Flavine croftes,  
And mount of Ciminus with lake, where Capens woods outsprang,  
By numbers like they went, and on their king in praise they sang.  
As swans, that in the wavering clouds do fly, with sounding sweet,  
Returning from their foods, when singing flocks in one do meet,  
With stretched necks, their melody they yield, their mixed voice,  
Rebounding beats the skies, that lakes and rivers do rejoice,  
And Asia long aloof.  
Nor by their noise men knew, that harnessed bands their clattering cast.  
But like a cloud of fowls, that from the seas were forced fast,  
And near to shore were come, and hoarse with cries their channel past.  
Behold from Sabines ancient blood, sir Clausus doth proceed,  
With mighty throng, and like a throng himself, as much to dread.  
From whom descending comes both tribe, and house of Claudia line  
In Latium land, since Rome to Sabines first did part incline.  
Together Amiterna manred strong, and burgeis towns.  
And all Mutusca strength, that Olives bear, and all their downs,  
They that Nomentum city kept, and rosy countries pure  
Of Velin, and Severus hills, and all that thought them sure  
In Tetrix rocky crags, and such as turn the fertile soil  
Of Forulos, and where Himella stream full fast doth boil.  
And they that Tiber waters drinks, or Fabaris good floods.  
Or whom Casperia sent, or Nursia cold for want of woods.  
And peisants all of Latin land, and seamen come from ships.  

Allia a river where the Romans had divers overthrows, and therefore cursed it.  And all that feet in cursed streams of dampened Allia dips.   

As thick as winter waves in marble seas as turned and tossed.  
When storms and tempest rise, and sight of stars and light is lost.  
Or like to standing corn, that parchid is with heat of son:  
So thick the people press, from every coast to war they run.  
The rattling shields resound, the soil with trampling beaten quakes.  
Than Agamemnon's child, an enemy old of Troy, a wakes,  
Halesus, borne on steeds, and to king Turnus armies great,  
A thousand people brings, of them that ground with mattocks beaten  
To till the blissful veins, and they that rake the mountains fat,  
Of Messica, and near the seas all husbandment that sat.  
And all Auruncus youth, and they that Caleis land forsook  
And dwellers all beside the fourdes of should Wlturnus brook.  
Saticula their testy people sent, and Osca strength.  
Their weapons troncheons be, and malles of maces, small of length.  
But them by lethrin thongs they while and draw, such is their gise,  
Their lefthands Targets keep, and hooked Fawchons from them flies.  
Nor thou from this account, and verses mine shalt pass untold  
O Ebalus, whom Telon got (as goeth report of old)  
Of lady Sebethis (that Nymph) when he the kingdom hent  
Of Capreas, and lands, but not his son therewith content:  
Sarrastes people rich with empire sore that time did tread,  
And wealthy country's large, where Sarnus brook to sea doth lead,  
And they that Batulus doth hold, and Rufas' fields object,  
And all that fruitful vale, that Bella city may prospect.  
Like Almain rutters, boarspears long they whirl, or foining forks,  
Their nuddockes bolstered been, and skulls of heads with barks of corks  
They shine with brazen shields, they shine with swords, & rapiers bright.  
And thee to wars thy country Nursa sent, O noble knight,  
O Vfens, much renowned both of deeds, and great good chance,  
Whose mountain people strong, with practice long of sword & lance,  
And hunting still in woods, and breaking clots been hard of flesh.  
They weaponed till the ground, and ever more their prays a fresh  
They fetch from countries near, it doth them good to drive and watch.  
They live by booty spoil, it is their own what ere they catch.   

Than from Marrhubia there came a Priest, and prophet gay.  
His helmet compass knit with lucky bows of Olive spray.  
From king Archippus sent, most valiant knight of Umber land,  
That wonted was with songs, and with his charms, and holy hand,  
All poisoned adders kind, and serpents dreadful cast on sleep,  
And calm their wraths and stings, and from their biting peoples keep  
And ease with art their wounds, and venims all confound and choke.  
But not the Trojan blade could he avoid nor heal the stroke  
Of great Aeneas dint, nor to his wounds could help him aught  
His sleeping songs in vain, nor lechecraft herbs on mountains sought.  
For thee, the woods did wail, for thee the fountains clear as glass:  
For thee, the waters wept: and lakes lamenting cried alas:  
In all Angitia land.  
Than of Hippolytus also, the child most worthy went,  
Sir Virbius, whom fresh of fame his mother Aritia sent,  
Brought up in salvage woods, and by the banks of wholesome streams  
Of dame Diana's walk, and Nymph Egerias' desert realms.   

For when Hippolytus (by old report) was put to pain,  
And by his stepdams' craft, was of his father guiltless slain,  
In pieces drawn with steeds, again to breath and worldly skies,  
He was (men say) upcald, and eft from death to life did rise,  
By power of Phoebus' herbs, and at Diana's suit for love.  
The almighty father than, and king of heaven that reigneth above,  
Disdaining, that a mortal man from dead souls might revart:  
The finder of that physic first, 
Esculapius was thrown to Limbo for raising of Hippolytus to life.  and him that made that art,  
(Apollos learned son) with lightning dint to Limbo threw.  
Diana than, Hippolytus to secret woods withdrew,  
From fight of man, and to Egeria Nymph did him betake,  
Where he alone in desert groves doth worldly care forsake,  
Nor praise of people seeks, but leading life as he best can,  

Virbius. i. bis vir.  He yet remains, with name converted Virbius, Twice a man.  
Therefore it is, that from Diana's woods, and temples clear  
All horses been forbid, nor to her service may come near.  
For they affrayed did flee, at sight of monsters than that sprang  
From seas, and down the young man threw, and chariot overflang.  
Yet ne'ertheless his son, courageously with horse in field  
Did run, and fyrisprited stéeds in chariot fierce did wield.  

Turnus.  Himself among the chief, with valiant body, Turnus' bright,  
Displays himself in arms, above all men with head upright.  
Whose triple crownid crest, and helmet hie, with ugly paws  
Chimaera monster holds, and sparcling flames she spouts at jaws.  
The more she fretting fumes, and more with burnings waxeth wood:  
The more that fight fields imbrue themselves in shedding blood.  
But on his target smooth, dame Io stands, with horns upright,  
Imboasid pure in gold, even like a cow, with hear in sight.  
A story huge to learn: and Argus, with his hundred eien,  
Did keep that virgin there: so portrayed was that work divine:  
And Inachus his noble stream did power from pitcher fine.  
A cloud of footmen following him pursues, and mixed with dust,  
The shields, and harness dims, & clustering thick in throngs they thrust  
As well the Greekish youth, as all the strength of Rutill hands,  
Auruncus aid, and all Sicanus cities ancient bands.  
Sacrana crews, Labicus painted buclers, and besides  
All such as Tiber hills, and sacred shore thereof devydes,  
That Rutil ground upgrubbes, and with their shares apply the soil,  
And all that on the mountains neck of Circe's seat do toil.  
And Anxurs holy hills, where jove himself is patron chief.  
Faronia joyful town, of green wood grove that took relief.  
The way that Vfens mighty stream doth stray, and black with pools,  
Doth seek by deepest bales, and in the seas himself he cools,  
And over this, there came from Volsca realm, 
Camilla a Lady.  Camilla stout,  
With troupes of horsemen fresh, and glistering footmen many arout.  
She closed last her crews, a woman warlike, strong and stern.  
She neither weaving tools, nor distaff work did use or learn.  
Nor female fingers had, but brunts of wars Virago grim  
Would bear, and overpass the winds, with lightness swift of limb.  
She for a pastime would, on crops upright of standing corn  
Have flown, and with her tender feet, have never an ear down borne.  
Or in the mids of seas, on swelling waves before they reel,  
Would course have fet, and neither dipped in water, toe nor heel.  
From houses all and fields, the youth with wondering issued out,  
And matrons gazing stood, both how she rides behind the rout:  
How princely purple keeps her shoulders light, how trim her hears  
With gold are underknit, her quiver gorgeous how she bears,  
And dreadful lance of length, and pointed like to fosters spears.   
DEO GRATIAS.  
Per Thomam Phaer, in foresta Kilgerran finitum three Decembris. Anno. 1557. Opus xii. dierum.   

¶ The eight book of the Aeneidos of Virgil.  
The Argument.  
¶ Turnus giveth a sign of war out of Laurentum castle, and joineth unto himself in aid all Latium, and the cities near about: Venulus also is sent to Arpos unto Diomedes to persuade him to war by likeness of the danger. Whereat Aeneas moved, and distrusting the smallness of his power: is admonished by Tiberinus, and brought up along the river into that place where Rome was afterward builded, and there requireth aid of king evander, who flying forth of Arcadia: founded a city upon the hill Palatinus, called Pallanteum. When evander understood the cause of Aeneas coming, he courteously receiveth him into his house, and taking him with him unto the sacrifice and solemnities of Hercules wherein he was then busy: showeth him the cause, and the manner of the sacrifice, and reciteth to his gest the names of the chiefest places in those quarters The next day Aeneas being aided with four hundred horsemen whom Pallas, Euanders' only son did govern, and part of the power he sendeth unto his men down the stream, himself with the residue goeth to Agylla, the most flourishing city of Tyrrhens who bore deadly hatred against Mezentius, whom for his intolerable cruelty, they had driven out of his kingdom. In this while, Vulcan enticed thereto by the flattery of Venus maketh armour for his son in law, which she bringeth unto Aeneas. Who being surprised with he beauty thereof: diligently woundreth at every thing therein, especially his target, wherein were curiously engraven such noble exploits as should be valiantly achieved, by his worthy posterity.  

WHen sign of war from Laurent towers king Turnus up did rear,  
And horns up blown wish blasses, their trembling tunes full hoarse did tear,  
When first his eager steeds, and armour clattering 'gan to clashe:  
men's minds molested rose, and suddenly unbridled rash  
The youth for madness runs, all Latin towns for quaking fear  
Tumultuous clustering join, and league confeddring knit they swear.  
Messapus and duke Vfens' leaders chief, and puffed with pride  
Mezentius gods despiser, power of men from every side  
They draw, and void of filmen wide dispeopling spoil the shires.  
Then to the mighty town of Diomedes with desires  
Is Venulus out sent, his needful strength in time to call,  
Instructed plain by mouth, what thing to him declare he shall:  
How Troyans' to Italia lands are come, and what a fleet  
Aeneas brings of ships, and how their gods that under feet  
Were conquered late by Greeks, he now exalting sets in fame,  
And king will needs be called, and saith him destiny gives that name,  
Dilating more, how many nations been that ioygne their deeds  
With Troy: and how the Trojan name in Latium shrewdly spréedes,  
What these beginnyngs mean, and if his chance should give success  
What sequel work he would: more manifest himself may guess  
Then either Turnus king, or king Latinus list express.  
Such work in Latium land there was. All which considering great,  
The Trojan prince did view, and floods of care his breast did beaten.  
His wisdom swift now here, now there, he kest, and did divide  
In sundry thoughts his mind: and each devise he tossed and tried:  
As in some brazen cauldrons lips, where water standing streams,  
When sun reflected shines, or face of Moon with quivering beams:  
The twinkling light up leaps, each corner seeks and flickering flits,  
Now high, now low, and tops of house, and rafters wavering hits.  
Then was it night, and creatures all that weary were on ground,  
Both birds & groveling kinds of beasts deep sleep hath settled sound:  
When lord Aeneas underneath cold skies in sight of stars,  
Perturbed much in mind with troublous carcks of heavy wars:  
As on a bank he sat, sore musing sad with careful breast:  
He laid him down at last, and late his limbs he gave to rest.  
To him the god of Tiber flood, which rules that pleasant place,  
In vision showed himself, 
Tiber a river nigh Rome.  uprising grave with antic face,  
Among the Poppler leaves in grisell gown of dropping weeds,  
A sail his shoulders spread, his hear beshadowed was with reeds,  
Than speaking thus, Aeneas heart with comfort words he feeds.  
O heavenly child of gods, that Troy destroyed dost now re●…ore,  
Which bringst us Trojan walls, and lasting wealth for evermore,  
Long looked for of Laurent fields, and towns of Latium great,  
Here is thy certain house: do thou not shrink thy certain seat,  
Nor fear thee not for all these threatenings huge: all breed and ires  
Of gods appeased cease.  
And now to thee (lest fancy vain this dream thou do suppose)  
A Sow of mighty size forth with thou shalt see laid in woase:  
Beneath a bank, among the roots, with thirty sucklings out,  
All white herself on ground, and white her brats her dugs about,  
There shall thy city stand: there is thy rest of labours last:  
Where thy Alcanius prince, when ten times three of years are past:  
Shall famous Alba build, and of that surname call this land.  
Not fables I pronunce, now of this thing thou hast in hand,  
How thou shalt victor be give ear in brief I will thee tell.  
A nation on these fronters called Arcadia near doth devil:  
From Pallants line they came, and king Evander up they took,  
They chase their place, and city builded on that mountains nook,  
Which of his grandsire Pallant slain, now Palanteum heights.  
This nation with Latinus folks, discording daily fights.  
Take them to thy relief, and league with them compound and smite,  
Myself along these banks shall thee conduct with passage light,  
Against these streams with oars: that nothing let thy speed to stay.  
Arise, go to thou goddess son: and first when stars decay  
To juno make thy vow: her threatening mode and wrahtful tene  
With prayers meekly please: and when thy conquests ended been,  
Than me thou shalt reward: for I am he that fléeting deep  
Do strain these banks thou seest, and pastures fat do feed and keep,  
Most joyful Tiber blue, best liked stream to heavens on high,  
Here is my mighty house, here cities great my head may spy.  
He said: And suddenly his flood, he faltering mixed in lake  
From sight. Aeneas' eyes both night and sleep did than forsake,  
He rose, and with his face upright against the mounting son,  
When first his hands he dipped in waters pure that there did run,  
He held them up to skies: and thus his voice he strait begun.  
O Nymphs, oh Laurent Nymphs, oh Queen of streams & waters clear  
And thou oh Tiber oh thou blessed flood and father dear,  
Receive Aeneas now, and from these dangers last defend.  
Where ever sacred lake, that pity such dost us extend  
In our extreme distress, what ever soil and fountain fair  
Contains thy holy head: unto thy seat will I repair,  
Mine honours ever due, and ever gifts thou shalt have good,  
Hornfronted kingly god, of western streams Imperial flood,  
Be with us, oh this time, and all thy grace do prospero full.  
So spoke he than, and from his fleet two barges apt doth cull,  
With ranks of rowers twain, and all his camp in armour set.  
Behold, for suddenly their eyes a wondrous monster met.  
For by the shore among the roots on ground in green wood shaw  

This sow was prophesied of before.  A Sow of size unseen, all colour white with brood they saw.  
Whom good Aeneas unto thee (oh juno most of power)  
Even all to thee he killed, and on thine altars did avowre.  
That livelong night did Tiber flood his streams down couch and calm  
With lingering soft, that neither moving made of wave nor walm,  
But mild most like a pool, or pleasant pond of water dull,  
So settled smooth it stood: that nothing lets their oars to pull.  
Their way therefore begun with talking cheerly plied they fast:  
Thannoynted Firtrée slides, by shelves and fourdes along they passed:  
The waters wondering stood, and woods with wondering gazing made  
At shining shields of men, far glistering strange of newcome trade,  
They gaze at gorgeous ships, and painted pups aloft that swims,  
They plucking swift their Oars, that night and day do tire their limbs,  
And reatches long they win: that trees with bows do hide them often,  
And circles wide they cut in waters green of shadows soft.  
And through the woods they wade, & gladsome groves that grow a fit.  
The flaming sun his compassed midst of heaven had entered in:  
When tower and walls they spy, 
They came where Rome now stands.  and from a far the houses thin,  
Which now the Roman might, to match the stars have made so tall  
evander king that time, that city kept of substance small,  
They swiftly turn their ships, and to the town approaching fall.  
That day as Fortune was, evander king in solemn guise  
His patron feast did keep, with honours great to gods in skies.  
But unto Hercules most chief, in green wood grove upstald  
Affront the town. His only son with him was, (Pallas called)  
With him the chief of youth, and Senate counsel poor and good.  
To god's incense they gave, on smoking altars moist of blood.  
When first the lofty ships they saw, and dark in shadows low  
So sliding through the woods, and swift with oars so silent row:  
With sudden sight affrayed they rose, and tables troubling reave.  
Whom Pallas bold forbids that offerings holy they not leave,  
Himself with sword outdrawn, against them fast to shore he flew, light?  
Then from the bank aloof, how sirs qd he? what causes new?  
What moves you thus these ways unknown to search? where would you  

Olive in token of peace.  What people? what place dwell you? bring you peace, or list you fight?  
Than lord Aeneas from his puppe on high this answer told,  
And Olive branch in hand betokening peace he forth did hold.  
The men of Troy thou seist, and Trojan weapons, Latins foes,  
Whom they with armour proud thus wandering still to drive dispose,  
evander king we seek, go carry this and say that knights  
Of Troyans' strong are come, and pray with him to join our mights.  
At such a reverent name, did Pallas then astonished stand.  
Come forth (qd he) O prince, what ever thou art, and here at hand  
Go speak my father to, and straight his right-hand clasping held,  
They landing left their flood, and to the frith they came and field.  
Then lord Aeneas to the king these words did friendly move.  
O best of Grecian blood, to whom dame Fortune strong above  
Compels me now to seek, and bows of peace and garlands bear,  
I nothing fearful was, that thou of Greeks a leader were,  
And cousin near in stock, to twain Atridas, Trojan rods,  
But me my valiant life, and holy motions great of Gods,  
Our Grandsire's joint of blood, thy wide renown in countries spread:  
Have knit me thus to thee, and glad by destinies here have led.  

How Aeneas and evander are of kin.  King Dardan founder first of Trojan towns and parent old,  
That sun to Dame Electra was, as ancient Greeks have told,  
To Trojan Kingdoms came, Electras' father voided of doubt  
Most mighty Atlas was, that heavens sustains on shoulders stout.  
Your line from Mercury proceeds, whom May most white of hue,  
On old Cilenes Mount, conceiving bore by story true.  
May's father Atlas is, if just report hath filled our ears.  
That Atlas her begat, that stars of heaven on shoulders bears,  
So both one blood we be, from one good spring our stock departs.  
These things considering I, by neither message, friend, nor arts,  
Did practise thee to grope, even I myself my person here  
I ventured have my head, and to thy court I sue most dear,  
That nation proud of Turnus' land whose wars doth thee molest:  
The same doth us likewise most deadly vex, were we suppressed  
Nothing they think should let, but all Italia lands at eas  
They may subdue with yoke, and east, and west possess the seas.  
Receive and tender faith, we lack no breasts in battle bold,  
We lack no fervent minds, and youth well tried in wars of old.  
He holding still his eyes his tale did hark,  
And fixed viewed his face, and limbs and countenance all did mark.  
Few words at last he said: Most pusaunt lord (oh prince of Troy)  
How glad am I of thee? how welcome here thou bringest me joy?  
How well thy parent great thou dost present: his words and voice  
Me thinks I here, in great Anchises face I do rejoice.  
For I remember well, when Priam's king in progress went,  
To view Hesione's his sister's lands, he was content  
From Salamina coast that time this country cold to know,  
Then flowing fresh in youth, my budding beard on cheeks did grow.  
I wondered at the Trojan dukes, I wondered sore in deed  
Such princely states: But ever all most high Anchises go,  
My youthful mind for love did in my breast with burning sit  
Till we acquainted were, and hand in hand conjoining knit.  
I led him forth, and to my town of Pheney glad him brought.  
He unto me a quiver rich, with arrows finely wrought  
At his departing gave, and golden mantle brodrid fair,  
And bridle bits with gold (which now my Pallas keeps) a pair.  
At your request therefore, confedring fast with you I cling.  
And when the morning next, on earth her light shall rendering bring:  
With succour home I shall you sand, and aid with comfort more.  
Therewhiles, this offering feast (which to differ were sin to sore)  
This yearly sacrifice divine (since here oh friends we be)  
With gladness let perform, and celebrated this day with me,  
And your confederates far accustom now yourself to bide.  
When he thus said, the dainty meats and cups withdrawn aside,  
He bids again restore, and Trojans set on green grass bank.  
But chief, on beds bespread with Lions hide of hear full rank,  
Aeneas he receives, and Maple throne to him prefarres.  
Than all the princely youth, and temple priest from the altar bars  
Contending bring their meats, entrails of bulls, and service roast,  
And bread in basketts lad, and wines they skink with cakes compost.  
Aeneas jointly fed, the Trojan youth also did dine,  
With tripes of sacred steers, and total backs of oxen chine.  
When hungers staunched was, and last of eating first 'gan slake,  
The king Evander said: This cheer quoth he, that here we make,  
This offering dainty day, this yearly feast religious pure,  
This altar great of god, no superstition vain obscure,  
Nor error blind began (o curteis gest) but cause extreme,  
And due deserts of him that us from danger did redeem,  
Delivering free from pains, as by good signs thou shalt esteem.  
Now first behold yond rock, 
The story of Hercules, and Cacus.  which hung thou seest with threatening sway,  
Like half the mountain fallen, and stones down wrested show decay.  
The bulwark broken stands, whom rocks and hill down rattling drew.  
A dungeon cave there was, of widnes waste, most deep to view.  
Which ugly Cacus kept, that half was beast, and half mankind.  
A loathly lurking den, whom beams of sun could never find.  
Whose floor did always reek with slaughters new, and ever fresh:  
His heavy gates were hung, with heads of men, and dropping flesh.  
Vulcanus to this monster father was, whose flamings black  
He spewed at mouth, and where he went all things he threw to wrack.  
At last also for us long looking help, time comfort brought,  
And aid at last we found at god. For after conquest wrought  
In Spain, (and Geryon triple bodied killed) with booties brave:  
Most mighty Hercules here came, and herds of bulls he drove  
This way, with steers right huge of size, this river side they fed.  
The beasts but settled were, and brook and vale along they spread:  
But Cacus fendly spirit that nothing meant but shameless theft,  
No mischief left untried, no craft unsought, but all things reft.  
Four goodly bodied bulls he from their pasture stealing took,  
And four of heifers large, and most of beauty fair to look.  
And jest perhaps their feet bewray them should by steps of cleaze,  
He by their tails them drew all backward plucking from their leaze.  
Their tread outward showed, and every path did outward guide,  
And to his cave them brought, where dark with stone he did them hide.  
When men should seek, no sign they saw, all tracts were outward tried.  
This while when Hercules from hence departing would remove,  
And gathering took his beeves, that full were fed fro lands above,  
The cattle rearing cried, and every wood with bellowing filled  
Lamenting thence to move, and hills with noise they left ilwild.  
One heifer lift her voice, and loud in dungeon sounding shrill:  
She yelling answer gave, and Cacus heap dispointed ill.  
Than verily sir Hercles' furious mind for eager pains  
Did burn with bitter gall, his armour tools in hands he strains,  
His heavy club with knobs, and up that hill he ramps on high.  
There Cacus, shrincking furst and furst afraid: our men did spy.  
With troubled eyes more swifter then: than wind he trudging flings,  
Straight to his cave he flew, fear to his tentoes added wings.  
When he his lodge had locked, and by his chains a sunder wrong  
His huge unwieldy stone down let, that there for rampire hung  
With iron and Vulcan's art, his bolts and bars he fastening ramd,  
His dungeon mouth he stopped and strong with stuff he stiffly crammed.  
Behold, forthwith sir Hercles' present was with flaming breast,  
And entries all he viewed, now here now there his eyes he kest,  
For anger gnashing teeth: three times alone in fervent mood,  
All Aventinus mount he compassed round, and thrice he stood,  
Attempting still those gates, and strong assaulting bounced thereat  
In vain, and three times in this vale he weary resting sat.  
A rock right sharp of flint there stood, with crags of cut from sides,  
Against the dungeons back uprising high where clouds divides.  
A nestling fortress fit for birds of spoil, and fowls unclean.  
That rock where headlong next the flood, it partly low did lean,  
With shoulders shoving long in vain he tried, yet adding strength:  
He shogging still did strive, at last it shook, and quite at length,  
He lowsened low the roots, than suddenly where most it swayed,  
He overthrewt that with the throw, high heaven rebounding brayed.  
The banks with mumur broke, the stream ran backward wild affrayed.  
But than the cave, and Cacus ugly court disclosed clear:  
His hole, with all his darksome dens, 
Hercules broke up Cacus den,  and kennels close appear.  
None otherwise, than if by force whole earth should gaping clive,  
And show the infernal seats, and kingdoms pale reveling rive:  
Most hateful sight should be: an endless gulf down reatching deep,  
Should fowl appear, and crawling souls at light should quaking creep.  
When he with day vnloked for was caught, and shrinking low  
His deepest den he took, nor never erst so loud did blow:  
Sir Hercles' with his tools on him did press, and weapons all  
He fiercely plied both logs of timber long, and millstones tall.  
He grunting foul at mouth (for hope was none to scape by flight)  
A cloud of stifling stinking smoke (a wondrous thing to sight)  
He from his jaws outspued, that all the vault with darkness stuffed,  
Depriving eyes from sight, and through the dungeon thick he puffed,  
His fumes as black as night, and mixed with mist he perbrakt fire.  
That thing sir Hercles' would not bide, but headlong down for ire,  
Even through the flames he leapt, where smouldering streams did most redound  
Of smoke, and where most boiling breath did cave most dark confound.  
There Cacus black in cloud, and belching fierce his burnings vain:  
He groping straightly gripped, and round in knot he wound in twain,  
Than crushing neck and eyes, his thirsty throat of blood did choke,  
Anon the ghastly den wide  is set with gates upbroke,  
The cattle forth are fet, than piles of pelf and robbery spoils  
To heaven are showed, his carcase eke misshapen vile of foils,  
Is by the legs outdrawen, 
Cacus slay.  men's hearts in looking take no rest.  
His grisly squeezed eien, his loathly face, his bristled breast,  
His mongrel membres rough, his quenched fire in jaws oppressed.  
From that time forth this honour grew, that youth with gladsome game,  
This holy day do keep, Potitius first began the same,  
And great Pinarias house, that Hercles' offering ever serves,  
From year to year, and for his worship more that thus deserves:  
This grove and altar set, which evermore the chiefest shall  
Be called of us, and shall in deed be ever chief of all.  
Wherefore come of, oh youth, and for the praise of so great gift:  
With branches bind your heads, and cups in quaffing look you lift.  
And call our general god, and skink forth wines with glad good wills,  
He said, then twisting Poppler branch, his crown with leaves he hills,  
With Hercles' Poppler leaves (all double huid) his temples tied,  
And sacred bowl with wine in hand he gripped, than side by side  
All men with feasting drank, and boards they lad, and gods did pray.   

The sun this while from skies did near to night descending sway.  
And now the service priests, and furst Potitius led their bands,  
Of custom great in skins, and torches burning bore in hands.  
Their banquets they renew, and ionkets courses after meats.  
Their presents hie they heap, that every board with burden sweats,  
Than singing measure lays, at the altars burning dancing round,  
The skipping Salii were come, with poppler branches bound,  
In ray men set themselves, the young men here, the old men there.  
That Hercles' praises great, 
Hercules' praises.  and doughty deeds to heaven may bear.  
How first he tender child his stepdaines monsters killed with eas  
By hand, and serpents twain to death he wring flat did squeeze.  
How stoutful he by war did cities down destroy full strong,  
Both Troia, Oechalia with more, how thousand labours long  
At king Euristeus request, by junos' deep despite,  
He overcame and bore: thou lord unuicted most of might,  
Thou stewest the mongrel beast, misshapen Centaurs gotten of cloud.  
Both Hileus, and Pholus foul, thou Cressies' monsters proud  
Didst kill with hand, and Lion bold in Nemee rock didst quell.  
At thee did Limbo quake, to thee the Porter huge of hell,  
To thee he trembling shook, and left his bones begun ungnawn,  
He left his murdering cave, by thee from thence he was forth drawn.  
Nor was there never face that ever could thee make afraid.  
Not not himself Typheous, in burning armour ugly rayed  
With hundred hands that fought, nor thee that time thy reason failed  
When Lerna dragon thee with heaps of heads all round assaylde,  
Alhayle undoubted child of god, new joy to saints above,  
Come visit us with grace, and these thy gifts accept and love.   

Such things in hymns they sang, but over all of Cacus hole  
They mention make, and of himself with breath as burning coal.  
The woods with song resounds, and hills with carols answers yield,  
Than every man when service all divine was first fulfilleth,  
Unto the town them drew, the king himself of stooping age,  
Aeneas next him took for mate, his son him led as page,  
With sundry speech of things to eas their way the time they passed.  
Aeneas wondering much on every side his eyes did cast,  
With every place in mind he ravished was, and often enqueres  
Each thing, and monuments he gladly lernes of elder years.  
Than king evander spoke, that first the towers of Rome did found.  
These woods (qd he) sometime both Fans, & Nymphs, and Gods of ground,  
And fairy Queens did keep, and under them a nation rough,  
A people savage strong, and borne in trunks of timber tough:  
Who neither nurture knew, nor trade of life, nor bullocks taught,  
Nor goods upstoare they could, nor wisely spare those things they caught.  
But bows of trees them fed, and hunting hard them kept from cold,  
Furst from Olympus' mount (right near the skies) good Saturn old,  
When he from jove did flee, and from his kingdoms outlawd stood,  
He first that wayward skittish kind dispersed in hills, and wood,  
Did bring to thrift, and gave them laws, and all the land this way  
Did Latium call, 
Latium why so called.  for saulfly here long time he lurking lay.  
And under that good king men say, the golden world did dure,  
Such pleasant peace he taught, and peoples kept in justice pure:  
Till worse age at last, of base sort by small and small,  
With mad desire of wars, and love to have: corrupted all.  
Than came Ausonia strength, than Scicil folks and countries strange,  
And oftentimes her name, Saturnus land was driven to change.   

What ever I with craft or cunning casting may invent,  
What can be wrought in steel, or silver pliant mixed with brass,  
Look what the fire, or breathing blasts may make (let praying pass)  
Of me, and all my strength assure thyself, be bold of this,  
What ever lieth in me, undoubtedly, thine own it is.  
These words he spoke, and close embracing sweet his spouse he clipped,  
And gave desires of joy, with lap to lap relenting dipped,  
Resolving limbs at rest, and senses deep in slumber slipped.   

Than first when midnight course with race outrun, him broke from sleep,  
As doth some wedlock wife, some thriving dame that house doth keep,  
Who life by labour seeks, and distaff work doth weave and spin:  
Her couched hearth she steereth, and sturging sparks of fire doth tin,  
Encroaching work by night, and hard with task her maidens all  
By candles early plies, whereby she may her children small  
Bring up, and chaste herself maintain, and husband help withal.  
In likely sort this fiery puissant god, nor slacker wise  
From bed full soft that time, to smithie works did earnest rise.  
An Isle there is, by Scicill side uplifted large in skies,  
Called Liparen where smoke from stones to stars upsteaming sties.  
There under creeps a cave, and Cyclops chimneys gnawn in rocks,  
Through Aetna's thundering dens, of smiting strokes & bouncing knocks  
That wails, with sighting sounds, such battering beating through the chinks  
Far rendering answers ring, & yngot gads with clashing clincks,  
In blustering forges blown, where dints replied with poise, and pithes  
Done metals dinging drive, and sturdy steel they stretch on stithes.  

Vulcania.  Vulcanus house it is, and Vulcan's name that land doth bear.  
The fiery puissant god that time from heaven descended there.  
The giants in that cave of wydnesse waste their tools did ply,  
Pyragmon nakedlimd, and Steropes, and Brontes high.  
A work in hand they had unfashiond yet, but part made bright  
One thundering burnished bolt, with many a such from heaven doth smite,  
When jove to ground them throws, but part unperfit did remain.  
Then store of struggling winds, and stormful clouds of clodded rain.  
Three winter wrested showers, three firyforked flashing beams.  
Three rattling tempest balls, three southwind winged lightning leams.  
Now glistering blazing lights, now ghastly sights men's hearts to skeare,  
In forging fire they shaped, with thump thump sound both noise, & fear,  
They mingled through their work, and wrangled wraths of following flame,  
Another sort for Mars a chariot swift with wheels did frame,  
A chariot wild whereby the god upstéeres both camps and towns.  
A shield for Pallas eke, in troublous fields full grim that frowns  
All horrible, with serpent scales beset, and fine with gold  
Were dragons drawn in wreaths, and poolisht pure in plated fold,  
And monster Gorgon's head (with neck ofchopt) amid her breast  
They put, that men to stones may turn with eyes to death compressed.  
Set set aside all things, cast of (qd he) your works begen,  
You Aetna lads, let studies all to this one charge now run.  
An eager man must valiant armour wear, now show your speed,  
Now shifting hands requires, now masters all of craft is need,  
Break headlong all delays: nor more he spoke. They swiftly than  
Besturring strive to stoop, and by their lots to labour ran.  
Outgushing flows in streams both gold, and brass, and silver swelts,  
And lumps of murdering steel, in furnies' glowing softening melts.  
A huge high shield they shape, one shield alone for weapons all  
Of Latins, and against all foes and force resist that shall,  
Emboasid broad with hoops, whom bars in bars entangling binds  
Sevenfoldid thick Some thrusting forth from bellows blasting winds  
Incessant yield and draw, some dips in lakes and troughs of stones  
Hot hissing gleads: All Aetna faults with anuilds mourning groans.  
They still among themselves their arms in course by force up lift  
With numberings jump, & grasping tough in tongues their mass they shifted.  
While these things hasting were by Vulcan lord in Lemnos land:  
evander king from bed, the dawning day bade up to stand,  
And early songs of birds his roof that filled with mirthful note.  
He riseth aged man, and on his limbs he puts his coat,  
And thongs in Tyrrhen guise about his feet he wrapped and tied.  
Then sword with girdle strong from shoulders down he next his side  
Did girt, and baldrickwise his wreath he ware of Panthers hide.  
Two waiting dogs also that th'entry door at threshold kept  
Came forth, and matching foot by foot their master's pace they stepped,  
Unto his gest Aeneas chamber strait, he softly drew,  
Remembering former talk, he of his word a lord full true.  
Nor morning styrer less, Aeneas then abroad was stalked.  
Son Pallas with evander, but with him Achates walked.  
They meeting join right hands, and in the mids of hall down set,  
In speech at last they fall, of causes urgent free from let.  
The king thus furst.  
Most doughty Trojan guide (which while thou art alive in health  
I never Troy destroyed shall think, nor vanquished void of wealth)  
To such a careful war, and for the fame of thy regard:  
Small succour we can give, here Tiber stream uplocks us hard.  
On this side Rutils wring, and at our walls their harness 'sounds.  
But people's huge to thee, and kingdoms rich of larger bounds  
I go about to join, whom very now even chance unsought  
Doth show to thee: even destiny's luck this time thee here hath brought.  
Not far from hence a town there is, with aunciaunt stones upfraamd,  
Which Agillina height, where people sometime Lydia naamd,  
A nation strong in war Etruria downs possess and till.  
This land that many a year did flowing reign with wealth at will:  
A proud king caught at last, and long by force with arms oppressed,  
Mezentius lawless wreatche, 
The cruelty of Mezentius.  whose mood misecreaunt never ceased.  
What shall I tell the furious slaughters foul: to shame to speak  
That tyrant's odious deeds? god on his head and seed so wreak.  
men's bodies dead he did devise to join to bodies quick  
In tortures, hands to hands, and mouths to mouths them binding thick.  
(O plague most miserous) and them through filth, and rotting cloyed  
In wretched clasp vile, with lingering death most loathly stroied.  
But weary long at last, when he more mad would worse have wrought:  
His subjects weaponed rose, and him in house besieging sought.  
His mates they slew, and to his rafter tops their fire they flung.  
He through their slaughter throngs to Rutil realm outskaping sprung.  
Where with his host and mate king Turnus fierce himself he fends,  
With iust revenge therefore Etruria land all whole ascends.  
Their king by war they claim, and him by death they mind to quit.  
These millions strong of men I will to thee Aeneas knit.  
Their navy furnished full already thick at shore remains,  
And streamers out they cry, an ancient prophet them restrains  
By destiny singing, O you chosen youth of lively lust,  
You flower of former years, you strength of men, whom anger just  
Provokes to vengeance due, whose wrath Mezentius doth deserve,  
No prince Italian borne may for this army capteyn serve,  
Seek alien lords for guides. Than all Etruria sore affright  
Did settling stay themselves, and in that field their camp have pight.  
Himself ambassadors to me with crown, and sceptre sent  
Duke Tarchon, and with kingly robes me here he did present.  
But view the camp I should, and Tyrrhen kingdoms all possess.  
But me my slothful cold, and worlds outworn in years excess,  
Envies me now to reign, and feeble strength to late to steer.  
My son I would exhort, save he by mother mixed near  
Of dame Sabella part that country draws. But thou whose years,  
And kindred fortune loves, whom destiny's luck and goods requeres:  
Go thou oh Trojan, and Italian prince, most strong of might.  
Besides all this I shall, our only hope and dear delight  
My son sir Pallas here to thee commit, 
Pallas committed to Aeneas.  that under thee  
He may the feats of war as with a master learn, and see  
Most weighty works of Mars, that from his youth thy worthy deeds  
He wondering may conceive, and practise like if chance him needs.  
Two hundred horsemen strong of freshest youth take here in hand,  
So many more also shall Pallas bring of private band.  
These words he scantly spoke, and fised fast with eyes on ground  
Aeneas sadly sat, so did Achates friend most sound.  
Much heavy things in heart they through their breasts considering weighed.  
Had Venus not from heaven by sign down sent their musing stayed.  
For suddenly with whirling noise the skies broad open flushed,  
And lightning whistling came, as round about all things had rushed,  
And blast of trumpet blown in welkin brim was heard to roar.  
They look: lo yet again, and yet, two, three, great thunderings more  
Bright armour through the clouds in coast of heaven most clear of sun  
Readshining rough they see, that back repulsing rambling run.  
All other stood astoynd, but he himself most valiant knight  
Aeneas, knew that noise, and what his mother him had height.  
Than thus he spoke. Be you good host, be you no whit paid,  
What news these monsters mean: 'tis I aloft in skies am called.  
This token me from heaven my mother said she would down sand,  
If wars should roughly rise, and Vulcan's arms me to defend  
She brings me through the clouds.  
Alas, what slaughters wild on wretched Laurents hung at hand?  
What turments thee (oh Turnus) must I give? how mixed in sand  
Both shields and helms of men, with many a body strong and tall  
O Tiber flood with waters troul thou shalt? and many a fall  
In fight sustain they must, when truce they ask yet break they shall.  
These things when he had said, himself uplifting high from bench:  
To Hercles' altars first and sleeping fires whom night did quench  
He went them to revive, and service left since yersterdaye  
He gladly uprestores, and household gods they please and pray,  
Both king evander self, and Trojan youth with whole assent.  
Than to his ships forthwith, to visit there his mates he went.  
Among which number such as him to warfare should pursue  
Most hardy practive knights he chose, the remnant downward drew.  
The groveling streme them bears, and swift they home by water dress  
To bring Ascanius' news, both of his father, and success.  
To Troyans' than are horses given, to pass to Tirrhen town.  
A royal courser for Aeneas, whom of Lion brown  
One hide all ouerspreds with guilded claws bright pendant down.  
The rumour runs, and through that city small is blasid wide,  
How horsemen unto Tirrhen coast with swift course posting ride.  
For dréed men's wives with vows do lad their gods, and more & more  
Men dangers cast, and face of Mars appears not seen so sore.  
Than good evander old, Aeneas right-hand clipping held,  
And thus at parting spoke, and weeping still could not be filled.  
O if almighty god would me my years of youth restore  
Even as I was, when at Praeneste walls (my troups before)  
I fought, when heaps of conquered shields I victor offering brent,  
And with this right hand than, king Herilus to hell I sent,  
Whose mother at his birth him gave three lives in limbs to lag,  
(A grisly thing to speak) three weapons he by course did wag,  
Three times to death he must down vanquished be, yet breathings all  
This right-hand him bereft, and souls, and armour thrice made fall.  
Not now dear son, from thine embracings sweet should I be plucked,  
O dulcet son: nor so Mezentius borderer, blood had sucked  
Dispiting still my head such murdering deaths had not been seen,  
Nor such asort of burgeis wives should widows now have been.  
But O you glorious gods, thou chief in heaven that raignst on high  
Most mighty jove, of poor Arcadia king respect the cry,  

The pattern of a kind and loving father.  Give gracious ear this time, and to my prayers piteous bend.  
If destinies me by your good grace my son home saufly send,  
If looking him I live: and we in one may meet again:  
Than crave I longer life, and glad I shall receive all pain.  
But if (as god forefend) some sore mischance doth fortune threat:  
Now now let me departed, and cruel life of casting fret,  
While doubtful carck me keeps, while hope in mind uncertain is,  
While thee my darling child, mine only joy my parting bliss,  
Thus haulsing here I hold, oer tidings worse mine ears may wound,  
These things his father shed at leaving last, and flat in sound  
With sobbing fainting : his pages him to house conveyed.   

And now the horsemen band at open gates went out unstaid.  
Aeneas with the first, Achates trusty next his side.  
Than other Trojan lords, himself in mids did Pallas ride  
In glistering painted arms, and gay with cloak embroidered new,  
Like Lucifer that gracious dawning siar, whom pure of hue  
Dame Venus chief loves above all fires in heaven that shine,  
All darkness he resolves, and gladneth skies with face divine.  
The women stand on walls with trembling hearts, and far with eyes  
Pursue their glittering harneise troops, and clouds of dust that rise.  
They through the thorny downs where nearest way no compass makes  
In armour jointly ride, high shouts uprise, and clustering strikes  
They gallup, and under their trampling feet the ground with breaking quakes.  
There is a grove of green wood frith, by Cerits river celd,  
Religious, long and broad in reverence kept by father's old,  
Whom caves of crokid hills with dales and downs that compass fets  
On every side doth close, and woods of firtree black besets.  
To Sylvan god of beasts and fields that ancient Greeks men say  
Did consecrat that place, and gave both grove and feastful day,  
Which Greeks sometime possessed of Latium country first the lands.  
Not far from thence duke Tarchons' host, and all Aetruria hands  
Encamped saulfly lay, and from the hill their legions strong  
All plain might now be viewed, that broad in fields outstretched long.  
Aeneas to that place, and warlike youth, in mind well pleased  
Alighting, weary went, and horses trymd, and bodies eased.   

But goddess Venus white, from through the clouds descending clear  
Was ready there with gitfs, and to her son approaching near:  
When secret him she saw, far from the flood in crooked vale  
She offering showed herself, and thus she shortly broke her tale.  
Lo here my husband's work, my promise due, cast of thy doubt  
O son: nor fear not now to cope with all proud Laurents rout,  
And Turnus now to combat call, though he be ner so stout.  
She said, and of her son thembracing sweet forth with she fet.  
Than underneath an oak in sight, those glistering arms she set.  
He gladful of those gifts, with mind for joys in mirth extolled  
With sight could not be filled, but eyes on each thing still he rolled.  
He wondereth, and between his arms, and hands he often upturnes  
A helm most horrible, with crests, out spitting flames that burns.  
A murdering fatal blade, a breastplate stiff of bras most fine,  
All bloodread, sanguine, big, like many times when sun doth shine,  
Some blue cloud catcheth beams, and burning bright with ruddy rays  
A loof itself it shows, and streaming light likewise displays.  
Then boots of silver light enameled gorgeous mixed with gold.  
A spear also with shield, whose wondrous work can not be told.  
There all Italia state, 
The famous deeds of Romans, were engraven in the armour of Aeneas.  and péerles Rome with triumphs all  
(Not ignorant of age to come, and destinies that should fall)  
The fiery puissant god had made: there all Ascanius race  
In order fair was wrought, and fought fields in every place.  
He there also had put, where green the cave of Mars gins  
A she wolf down was laid, and next her dugs two goodly twins,  
Two daggling sucking boys, her flanks between they hanging played,  
Their mammies' teats they lap with hungry lips nothing afraid.  
She turning round her neck: now one, now one, them sweetly lyckt  
Reforming soft their limbs, and soft with tongue them smoothly stryckt.  
Nor far from thence was Rome, and Sabines virgins rashly reached  
At sight of stately plays, and thence by force for wedlocks caught,  
The story all there stood, and suddenly new war did rise  
To Romulus and Tatius old, and lords of Sabines wise.  
Within a while those kings (their all contentions quenched quite)  
Before Ioues altar came, and holding bowls in armour bright  
They stood, and with a swine down slain did league conclude and smite.  
Not far from thence was Metius torn, in quarters plucked by stéeds,  
But why thou Alban to thy words accordid not thy deeds?  
And of that lying lord did Tullus drag those false entrails  
Even through the wood, that thorns and briars with blood besprinkling, hails.  
Than king Porsenna strong commanded Romans eft restore  
Their Tarquin outlawd king, and long be seiging wrang them sore.  
Aeneas people fierce for freedom fast on weapons ran.  
Him angry, threatening like, you might see chaaf disdaining than,  
That Cocles durst resist while bridge behind him broken was,  
And Cloelia captive wench with broken bands the stream did pass.  
Upon the Tarpey rock, and Capitol most lordly brave,  
Stood Manlius that champion chief, his country walls to save.  
He for the temple fought, and enemies clambering down did pull  
With stubble stark of steel, the Pallas court of Rome was full.  
And flickering there in gold, the silver Gander keaking cried  
At hand, and in the Porches next the Frenchmen entering spied.  
The Frenchmen entering were, and taking Towers did fierce invade,  
By bushes climbing close, and kept with help of dark night shade.  
Of Gold their Tresses were, their golden garments trim them decks,  
In guarded frocks they shine with roddid welts about their necks,  
In partlets knit with Gold, two slingyng spears each one doth lift,  
In Mountain guise, and shields of length defend their bodies swift.  
Than came the skipping sort, in dance disguised shaking shanks,  
The Salii praunsing Priests, with mitred crowns and coppid tancks.  
The Luperts' naked went, and armour holy liften aloft,  
That down from heaven did fall, the matrons chaste in Charets' soft  
Religious led their gods, and through the town procession brought.  
Along way far from thence, the dens of Hell most deep were wrought,  
And louring Limbo gates, with sundry sinful wretches pangs.  
Thou Catiline wert there, on threatening rock thy carcase hangs,  
Thy turments there thou bidest, and still dost fear those fendly jaws.  
But good men by themselves, and Cato them did give their laws.  
Among all this there went the salt sea broad with swelling broth  
Of Gold, but green the frisking floods did foam with hoary froth.  
And cut in silver clear the Dolphins swimming compass danced,  
The streams with tails they swept, & through the tides they shering glanced.  
In mids were brazen fleets of ships, and Actia wars at large  
Men might have seen, how battles both conjoining bend their charge.  
The seas with harnies shines, that boiling floods with gold did spring.  
There all Italia strength Augustus' Emperor prince did bring,  

Augustus Caesar.  With commons all, with lords, with saints, with gods most great of might,  
Advancing chief in ship, whose temples twain with flames upright  
Outsparkling spouts a fire, his father's star his crown bespreds.  
Another wing with prosperous winds, and Gods in army ledes  
Agrippa lofty prince, whose pendant streamers proud stands out,  
His crown courageous shines with garland won from topshipsnout.  
On tother part with all Barbaria force of diverse arms  
Antonius drags his train of nations thick, in threngs that swarms.  
He victor late in wars, from countries far where Sun doth rise,  
From people's black of Ind, from redsea shore, from eastern skies,  

Cleoparra concubine to Anthony.  All Egypt and all Asia strength extreme with him he drew,  
Whom proudly (fie for shame) his Gygtian wife doth next pursue.  
Together all they rushed, and plucked with oars conflicting clashed,  
The waves with wrestling fumes, & fronts to fronts their ships they crasht  
To channel deep they draw, a man would think the mountains meet  
In seas, or justling woods with woods hole rocks, & Islands fleet.  
So huge with weight men work: from towers, & tops their darts down strikes  
Their wildfire Okam flies, and storms outhrown of tools with pikes.  
The clouds with cries are mixed, both ships & seas with slaughters spread,  
All Neptune's flittering fields with bloodshed streams are darkened read.  
The Queen in mids them all with timbrel noise her bands upcheeres,  
Nor yet two deadly serpent snakes, to her at back appeareth,  
All monstrous kinded gods, Anubys dog that barking slave:  
Against all Roman guides (both Venus, Neptune, Pallas grave)  
Their weapons up they hold, outrageous Mars among them stamps,  
All cut in carved steel, and hags infernal fiercely ramps.  
Dame Discord through them runs, with garments torn she joyful skips,  
Whom grim Bellona mad pursues at hand with bloody whips.  
These things beholding thus, Apollo shooting plied his bow,  
Aloft from skies, all Egypt than, all Ind down couched low,  
All nations wild of South Arabia proud for all their cracks,  
All Asia scattering fled, all Sabey kingdoms turned their backs.  
The Queen herself was seen with winds advanced uplifting sails  
To flee, and still with slacking shrouds she more and more prevails.  
Among those slaughters, her (for death at hand) with countenance pale,  
The fiery god hath made be borne with waves, and western gale.  
But there against with body great, was Nilus' mourning put,  
His bosom opening broad, and calling home their course to cut.  
His garment gown he spread, and wide his lap of waters blue,  
And to his lurking floods his conquered men alluring drew.  
But Caesar through the Roman walls three times triumphant borne  
To great Italia gods he paid his vows eternal sworn.  
Three hundred 
* Churches.  minsters chief along the town wide open stands,  
All streets with mirth resounds, with games, with sports, with clapping hands  
In every temple wives, at every altar singing quéeres,  
At the altars, every floor with offering slaughters strewed of steers.  
Himself at Phoebus' porch (so white as snow) in throne down set,  
surveys all countries gifts, and garnished posts with presents fret.  
In long arrays they gone, the conquered nations captive sad,  
As diverse of their tongues as in their weeds and armours clad.  
Three sundry sorts of Moors had Vulcan cast, some tucked in shirts,  
Some trailing mantles lose, or sirpleys windy wide of skyrts:  
Of Cara, Lelega, by south, and archers bred in caves  
Of Gelon sands, Euphrates now did fleet with softer waves.  
And Flemings furthest out from men, and Rhyne with horns in twain,  
Unconquered Danes, and flood Araxes (bridge that did disdain).  
Such works in Venus' gift he wondering saw by Vulcan's shield,  
And knowing not the things, their figures glad he long behéeld.  
At last, his children's chance, and fame he did on shoulders wield.   
DEO GRATIAS.  
Per Thomam Phaer, in foresta Kilgerran, x. Septembris. finitum 1558. Opus xl. dierum per interualla.   

¶ The ninth book of the Aeneidos of Virgil.  
The Argument.  
¶ Whilst Aeneas is busy in Tuscia to seek aid, Turnus is by the rainbow admonished not to omit so good an occasion, and speadeth himself forth as near as he can to his enemies. Who seeing them defensed on every side in their tents to the intent that he might cut away from them all hope of flight, assayeth to burn their fleet. But at Venus' earnest suit: jupiter delivered the ships from present burning, and transformed them into so many Nymphs of the sea. Towards night, Turnus layeth a watch before the town gates for fear of soddein eruptions of the enemy, in which watch Messapus is chief. Therwhiles the Troyans' take counsel whom to send to Aeneas to make him privy of these things, which Nisus and Euryalus, a payer of faithful friends take in hand to do. Who departing forth of the town, and finding the watch overcome with wine and sleep: slay Rhamnetes with a numbered of Rutilians', & lad themselves with the spoils. But in the morning, being spied of Volscens horsemen: they fly to the woods. There Euryalus by weight of his armour, and ignorance of the way much hindered, falleth into his foes hands & is by Volscens slain. Nisus likewise, when he had slain Volscens, and valiantly revenged Euryalus death being struck through with many a mortal wound falleth down dead upon his friends body. Their heads are carried upon spears points into the tents, where the Troyans' knowing them from the walls, a great sorrow riseth through the whole town. Turnus ceaseth not to assault his enemies with all force, and great slaughter is committed on both parts. There Ascanius killeth with the shoot of an a-row Numanus, that over proudly advanced himself: Pandarus and Bitias proud of their good success, open the gate, and drive back the enemies entering in with great slaughter. Whereof Turnus being certified: issueth into the town through the open gate, and putteth the Troyans' to flight, but at length oppressed with multitude, retireth to the side of the town which is next the river, and armed as he was, leapeth into the stream, and so escapeth.  

WHile these things working were, 
juno pricketh forth Turnus by the rainbow.  on sundry sides with purpose bend:  
Dame juno down from heaven the Rainbow read her servant sent  
To Turnus' dreadless prince. King Turnus than did seat repose  
In great Pylumnus vale, his parents woods whom round did close.  
To whom dame Rainbow thus, with mouth bespoke as read as rose.  
Turnus (qd she) that thing which never god if one had sought  
Can grant to thee: lo, tumbling time alone itself hath brought.  
Aeneas now from home to king Euanders' house is gone,  
And left both camp and mates; and town, and fleet with safeguard none.  
The fines extreme of Corytes towns he seeks, nor yet enough,  
But Lydas power he draws, and armour gives to men from plough.  
Leave doubting, take thy time, call charets out, now set forth stéeds,  
Break boldly all delays, go take that camp that all thing dréeds.  
She said, and lifting equal wings to heaven she mounted slow,  
And huge in flight she spread, and under clouds, cut of her bow.  
The young prince her beknew, and holding hands to skies on high  
He wondering her pursued, and as she fled he thus did cry.  
O Rainbow beauty bright of heaven, who through the clouds this tide,  
Hath drawn thee thus to ground? I see, I see, whole heaven divide.  
I see the straggling stars, that from the pole their course declines,  
Such clearbright storm? I follow fast all these miraclose signs  
What ever thou art that me to armour call'st, and with that word  
Went forth, and from the swelling stream, he water sipped at ford  
Requiring much his gods, and air did lad with vows outpowrde.  
And now the total host in fields displayed their pace did hold,  
Right rich of horse, right rich of broydrid robes, and brave of gold.  
Messapus vanguard held, the rerward kept young princes twain  
Of Tirrhus, but himself king Turnus midst in battle main,  
Vauntsquaring spreads his arms, and over all by shoulders shines.  
Resembling Ganges flood that overflows seven streams, and fines  
In silence burbling broad, or Nilus' fresh with waters fat  
When couching close he swells, and seasoneth fields with fleeting flat.  
There suddenly a darksome dusky fog most like a cloud  
The Troyans' might behold, that round with rolls the skies did shroud.  
Furst from a bank on high did Caycus watchman cry aloud.  
What is you black, oh mates? that like a bowl such dust up skralls?  
Set swiftly forth your tools, bring weapons out, and climb your walls.  
Here is our enemy lo, heylagh, loud clamours than they throw.  
The Trojans all about at gates and walls, them close bestow.  
For such commandment them Aeneas best of martial skill  
At his departing gave, if any chance should rise them ill:  
Not rashly join they should, nor trusting field their strength extend,  
But closely keep their camp, and saulf their walls with banks defend.  
Though shame therefore with wrath prouoks to fight disdainful deep,  
Yet gates to them they set, and due precepts obedient keep,  
And harneyst high they stand, forstalling foes on rampires steep.  
Turnus (as he before the people slow, in post did fly)  
With twenty chosen knights, on horseback stout the fortress nigh,  
All suddenly unlooked for is come, whom white with speckes  
A Thracian steed upheaves, and helmet read gold crested decks.  
Is any here good lads, will furst with me provoke our foes?  
And to the winds a dart he whirling shook: lo, there it goes  
Quoth he, this fight begins, and boisterous large on field he flies,  
His mates with noise pursuen, with grisly shouts uplifting cries.  
They wondren at the Trojans dastard hearts, their courage weak,  
That neither give them dare in open field, nor fierce outbreake  
In arms as men, but faintly keep their fort, now here, now there  
He troubous views their walls, and riding seeks each entering where.  
Ay watching like some Wolf, that counterwaiting shipfold cots,  
Through stormy showers and winds about men's deiries howling trots  
At midnight seeking stealth, when careless loud the lambs do bleat  
In saulfgard near their dams, he fretting false and mad for meat  
Doth absent tear their limbs, so gripes his guts that gathering gnaws,  
Long fasting forth him drives, and thirst of blood updries his jaws.  
Even so to Rutile prince, as searching walls and camp he turns:  
His fumes upsparkling spréeds, and sore in bones his grief him burns.  
What shifted invent he shall to give th'assault, or where found place  
To break the Troyans' trench, or drive them down to equal space.  
Their fleet that secret lay, even at the side of Trojan wall,  
Environed with trench, whom water floods encompassed all  
He suddenly onsets, and to his mates for fire exclaims.  
Himself outcasting flings his pynetrée brands with fervent flames.  
Than echman stoutly stirs, the kings own presence men forth pricks.  
On every side fresh youth for armour takes black burning sticks.  
They sparpling spoil their fires. Than blazing cloud with pitch commixed  
Doth rise, and smoke from torches mount, to stars with sparks betwixt.   

Now Muses tell what god did from the Trojans turn this ire  
So great: and who then kept their fleet from fumes of fatal fire?  
Speak trusting old report, but fame thereof shall never expire.  

A fable of Aeneas ships.  What time Aeneas prince in Ida woods his navy made  
At passing first from Troy, and through deep seas should take his trade:  
The mother of gods men say, that Berecinthia heavenly height,  
Petition that time made to jove celestial great of might  
Entreating thus by speech. Give son (qd she) to thy dear dame,  
One boon which I must ask, since heavens to thee been brought so tame.  
A Pynetrée frith I had, which many a year I favoured much,  
And in the top a grove there grew of trees, there was none such  
For beams of timber black, and firtrée bourds with pitch and tar.  
Great offerings there I took, and folks to serve me came from far.  
Those trees to Trojan prince, when he so much of ships had need:  
I gave with glad good will, now care my heart doth gripe for dréed.  
Release my fear, let now thy parents words thus much obtain.  
Let never surge of seas, nor whirlwynd storm their navy strain,  
Nor course of sailing shake, since on my hills sometime they grew.  
Her son to her than spoke, whose wind doth stars and world subdue.  
O mother what thing meanest? or which way destinies wouldst thou press?  
Can frames of mortal hands immortal state by right possess?  
Or should Aeneas prince in doubtful dangers wandering stray?  
That certain is of seat? what god so great such masteries may?  
Nay when fulfilled they have their fatal course, that ports, and realms  
Of Latium lands they touch, what ship sometime so scapes the streams,  
Their mortal shape from them I will withdraw, and change them all  
To maiden's bright of seas, like water Nymphs with bodies tall.  
Like Clotho goddess clear, or Galatee with membres white,  
Who through their foaming waves with persant breast doth swimming smite.  
He spoke, and by the fens of Stigies flood his oath he took,  
By pitch of Limbo pits, by gulf and banks of Pluto's brook.  
He gave a nod, and at his beck, whole heaven trembling shook.   

The day therefore of covenant present was, and destiny's dew  
Performed had their time, when Turnus fierce with dreadful view,  
Compelled that lady saint from sacred ships that fire to drive.  
There furst a sudden light before men's eyes did strange arrive,  
And huge from morning skies descending cloud down gliding ran,  
With quéeres of spritual wights, than dreadful voice wide air began  
To fill in Rutiles ears, and troops of Troyans' brim to skan.  
Do not affright yourselves to save my ships with labour vain,  
You Trojans, nor in armour put your strength, nor take that pain.  
For furst shall Turnus' waters all consume, and burn up seas  
Ere he my sacred trees have power to touch, go lose at ease,  
Go saltsea goddesses, your lady bids, and as it spoke:  
Incontinent each ship their bands at shore, and hawsers broke.  

Aeneas' ships transformed into Nymphs of the seas.  And down (as dolphin's don) converting sharp their beaking snouts,  
In deep sea sands they drown, whence up forth with they rise by routs.  
A marvel monstrous much, in virgin shapes and faces trim  
On seas themselves they shove, and sporting swift in sight they swim.  
Like mermaids ladies light, of number just, and not one more  
As they before did stand, with brazen stems in ships at shore.  
Astonied Rutils stood, even he himself in mind afraid  
Messapus, and his horses troubled were, the streams eke stayed  
Their waters hoarse of sound, and Tiber trembling foot retrayd.  
But not to Turnus bold did courage aught relent or hope.  
men's hearts with words he lifts, & chéering chydes with scorns at scope,  
These monsters to the Trojans come, lo god himself you see  
Hath take from them their strength, and wont shift always to flee,  
No Rutile power doth need, our fires, our swords, they durst not bide,  
The seas therefore to Troyans' fast are stopped, no place to ride  
Nor hope to scape they have: lo, half the world bereft them is.  
As for the land in our possession lieth, and over this  
So many thousands strong Italian nations armour bear.  
The Troyans' fatal songs, nor juggling sights can me not fear,  
Nor answers from the gods, if any such the wretches boast.  
Enough for Venus is, and destinies past, that once this coast  
Of rank Italia land the Trojans poor had leave to touch.  
My fortune them withstands, and I likewise may destinies vouch  
To kill that cursed brood, and for my spouse uproote them quite.  
Nor not alone this grief doth Agamemnon's kindred bite:  
Nor Greeks have only cause for wedlock spoil themselves to arm.  
Yet had it been enough to stroy them once, if but one harm  
sufficed had their sin, and not with spite all female kinds  
Thus villaynly disdain? what? doth this half trench puff their minds?  
Doth dichwors give them pride? so near the death? such srufgard thin?  
Saw they not Trojan walls in fires down sink with gods within?  
But what is he (good mates) will yonder trench with me go tear  
With tools, and overrun this camp, that trembling sinks for fear?  
I need no Vulcan's arms, nor thou sand ships, I seek them not.  
Let all Etruria rise, and join for help in Trojan knot.  

He preferreth himself before Grecians.  They shall not fear no dark, by night on them we list not steal.  
We will betray no watch, nor keepers kill as Greeks did deal,  
Nor blind in horses paunch will we go lurk, but clear by day  
Their walls in compass round withfier, and foarce assaulting fray.  
They shall not think us Greeks, nor at our youth have cause to skof,  
I warrant them, nor such as Hector ten years long kept of.  
And now therefore since better part of day from us is fled:  
Remains no more, but sith we have our things thus far welsped,  
provide yourself good cheer, and look for fight to give dispatch.  
There whiles to set the skoute, and every gate with ward to watch  
Messapus charged was, and walls to gird with fires and lights.  
Of Rutils' seven and seven to guard the siege, most active knights  
Elected were by lot, each one his hundred soldiers led,  
Carnation creastid youth in burnished gold gay glittering read.  
They stray, they shifted their turns, and all along down laid on grass:  
With wine's themselves they cheer, and cups upturne & bowls of brass.  
Their fires before them shine, and long with watch the night they pass,  
Avoiding sleep with mirth.   

These things beholding brim did from their walls the Trojans spy.  
In armour strong they stood, and some their towers did hold on high,  
For dread they grope their gates, and some did bridges clampring join,  
And bulwark banks they wrought, and engine tools to fend and foin  
All weaponed, them sir Menesteus and Serestus sharply plies,  
Whom lord Aeneas had, if any fortune hard should rise:  
Made masters over youth, and governors all things to guide.  
Affront the vaumures long by lots to dangers truly tried  
The legion waiting stood observing course, each keeps his charge.  
One gate did Nisus keep most eager knight with spear and targe,  
Whom huntress Ida sent as friend to serve Aeneas part.  
A bowman stout with shafts, and swift with stroke of whirling dart.  
Next him Euryalus his mate, whose fairer was there none  
Through all Aeneas camp, nor Trojan armour did put on.  
fine princock fresh of face furst uttering youth by buds unshorn.  
One love between them was, and jointly fought like brethren sworn.  
That time also they twain one standing kept with gate before.  
Sir Nisus first, what is it? god sets thus men's minds on fire?  
Sweet friend? or is each man's mind his god forth driven by darn desire?  
Some great conflict or famous fact to attempt long while my breast  
Incessant me provokes, nor can content with quiet rest,  
Thou seest how careless now these Rutils been this watch that keep,  
Their lights dissevered shine, and they themselves in wines and sleep  
Resolved slurg on ground, wide Silence walks, now friendly hark  
What rising moves my spirit, and whereupon my thought doth cark.  
Aeneas home to call been Lords and people firmly set,  
And men they seek to send, that tidings certain soon may fet.  
If they will give to thee such benefits as I require,  
(For unto me shall fame of so great fact suffice for hire).  
By yonder bank thou seest, I could a way me thinks find out  
To pass to Euanders' court, and by the same revert about.  
Euryalus astonid stood, such love him pricked of praise,  
He could him not contain, but to his friend thus fervent says.  
In things of so great weight my fellowship dost Nisus grudge?  
Forsak'st thou me? should I sand thee alone to dangers such?  
Not so my father Opheltes beaten in wars did me conduct  
Through fearful Graecia frays, nor so my mind did ever instruct  
In trembling toils of Troy, nor I with thee such parts have played  
Since great Aeneas camp, and destinies me extreme have stayed.  
I bear a mind perdée despising death, I lack not sprite  
To think this praise well bought, with loss for thee of life and light.  
Nisus to this. Such things in faith of thee did I not dread,  
Gods forbade so to think, not, me almighty jove so sped  
Or who so else of gods indifferent looks, my head so strike.  
But if there should as many things thou seest in dangers like,  
If any sore mishap or chance or god should backward shove,  

One friend would save the other from danger.  I would thou shouldst remain, thy years to live done best behove.  
Let one survive that me from foes may take, or my dead corpse  
For money may redeem, and to enterre have some remorse,  
Rewarding me with earth, or if my luck not so vouchsafe:  
Give offerings for my soul, and it set forth with tomb or grave.  
Nor cause will I to thy dear mother be of so great grief,  
Who thee alone (O lad) pursues good soul of matrons chief,  
Respecting dangers non, and jest Acestes land so lief.  
He thereagainst. Excuses vain, in vain thou dost but knit,  
Nor mine affection first doth from my breast aught change or flit.  
Let us be gone (qd he) and calls the skoute, they straight supplied  
Their rooms, & kept their turns. They leving stand both forth hied  
In one mind knit like mates, and for their king enquéering spied.   

All other breathing souls, on soils dispersed, than easments took,  
Releasing pains with sleep, and cares from hearts forgetful shook.  
The dukes of Toians chief, and chosen youth about them bold:  
Their counsel than supreme for kingdoms weight did carkfull hold,  
What should be done, or to Aeneas now who message bears.  
They lean with shields in hands, consulting sad upon their spears.  
Amids the camp in field than Nysus to them fresh of cheer,  
With mate Euryalus beséekes access, to speak them near,  
A thing of burden great and worthy of thank they have to break.  
Ascanius' furst them took, and Nisus quivering bad to speak.  
Than thus, give equal minds, and ears to us Opryncely peers,  
Nor judge not our devise by our appearance light of years,  
The Rutils silent lain in wines and sleeps and surfeits drowned,  
Eke we ourselves have viewed for our attempt good space of ground,  
Where from our gate the way divided parts, their fires unbroke,  
Descries their vacant shore, and to the stars the thick black smoke,  
Dissevering spreads in skies, give us but leave to take our chance.  
We to Euanders' court unto Aeneas close will glance.  
Him here with slaughter strong, and spoil more great than we conceive  
You shall see straight return, nor us our way can aught deceive.  
We saw from far that town in vales obscure down crooking low,  
Continual hunting there, and all that flood besides we know.  
When this Alethes heard right grave in age and ripe of years,  
Gods, Gods, O country Gods, in whose protection Troy still steereth:  
You mind not (I perceive) poor Troyans' yet to quench down rights,  
When such courageous youth, such breasts so bold, so livelike sprights,  
It pleaseth you to send. And as he spoke, he did embrace  
The necks and arms of both, and tears down trickling filled his face.  
What gifts? what worthy gifts for such attempts and venturous deeds  
May recompense you Lords? but for your virtues such must needs  
From gods come best reward? your manners eke no worse can gain,  
All other things to you Aeneas prince shall pay full fain.  
Ascanius also when he to perfect age attaynes:  
Such kindness will requited, nor never shall forget your pains.  
Yea I myself Ascanius then said, whose only wealth  
Depends on you to see my syers' returning swift in health:  
By puissant Toian gods, unto you Nysus both I swear,  
By mine advoury saints, by Vesta's secrets hoar of hear,  
I here protest my faith what ever chance or fortune haps  
What ever luck be mine, I put it whole in your two laps.  
Call back my parent sweet, let me of him have once a sight,  
No heaviness my mind can in his presence make affright.  
Two comely silver cups I shall you give with graving dressed,  
My father won them both, when he Arisba town suppressed.  
Two big threfooted bowls, eke talents twain most large of gold,  
An ancient basin broad Queen Dido's gift of price untold.  
And if our chance prevail, that we our kingdom here may stay,  
To take Italia land, and by the lots divide our pray:  
Thou sawest what palfrey steed, what armour brave king Turnus bore  
All guilt, what shield? and how his helmet crest did streaming stare?  
Even them to thee shall I from out the lots except with cure.  
Already thine they be, thou mayst account them Nisus, sure.  
A dozen matrons eke, of thrifty kindred largest limd.  
My father thee shall give, with bondmen twelve of all things trimmed,  
Besides those whole domains, which king Latinus self doth keep.  
But as for thee, oh lad, to whom my years more near do creep.  
Thou reverent stately child, how deep in breast I thee receive?  
Thou ever art my mate, whom scarce nor chance nor time can waive,  
Shall never pomp to me without thy portion sure be sought,  
What ever peace or wars I make, my deeds, my words, my thought.  
Shall most remain to thee: And he again made answer thus.  
No day shall me disprove, nor of my deeds unlike discus  
Fall fortune good or bad, thus much I grant, but one thing thee,  
One grant let me require that passing all gifts is to me.  
I have a mother here, of Priam's stock she comes of old.  
Whom neither Trojan soil could after me (good creature) hold,  
Nor king Acestes walls, but me at all times following sues.  

Pietee and duty towards parents.  She hereof nothing knows, what ever chance may me misuse,  
Vngréetid her I leave, this night I take and thy right hand  
To my record, that I my parents tears could notwithstand.  
But thy relief to her I must needs crave to appease her woe,  
Let me that hope of thee for certain bear, the bolder go  
To dangers all I shall. Than tears of eyes did thick down fall.  
From Trojans pierced breasts, and from Ascanius first of all,  
Eke print of pure paternal love, his piteous mind 'gan gall.  
Than thus he spoke.  
I promise' all to thee that worthy is for so great fame.  
My mother she shallbe, and saving only Creusa's name:  
Not difference make I shall, nor small rewards doth her remain,  
Who such a fruit forth brought, what ever chance this fact obtain.  
Now by this head I swear whereby my sire did often protest,  
What ever grant I gave thy saulf return if things did best:  
Unto thy mother sure and all thy kin shall firmly stand.  
So spoke he weeping thee, and from his shoulders gave with hand  
His bright broad golden sword, whom wondrous arts and works did wreath  
Of smith Licaons' craft fine fitted light with ivory sheath.  
Duke Mnesteus Nisus gives a Lions hide of roughness strange,  
Vnspoild with paws, Alethes just did helm with him exchange.  
Straight armed out they gone, whom lords and captains chief of sway  
Conducted through their gates, than youth and age for them did pray.  
Eke 〈◊〉 Ascamus came forth nor vows to gods did spare  
Discreet beyond his years, endued with spirit and manly care.  
Much things unto his father tell he bade, but blasts did breathe  
His words with wind, and scattering vain to clouds, did all bequeath.   

They over diches went, and by the shade of dark midnight  
Their enemies camp they pierce, there to destroy first many a wight.  
On every side lay drink, and strowne on grass all fast on sleep  
men's bodies thick they see, and carts with charges none did keep.  
Here wheels, here halter thongs, and men on traces slurging laid.  
Their armour mixed with wines. Than Nisus first bespeaking said.  
Euryalus, now bold bestir thy hands, now time provokes,  
Here lieth our way, take heed, look well about, bestow thy strokes.  
Let no man rise behind, make all things sure anent our backs,  
I lead thee through this lane, and wide, and wast put all to wracks.  
This spoken, speech he stopped, 
Slaughters done by Nssus.  and suddenly with foin of sword  
Proud Ramnes through he strake, that on his carpet clotheses at board  
Lay stretched breathing big, outsnorting sleep with puffs from breast.  
A king he was, and to king Turnus dear he calkinges kest.  
But not with calking craft could he his plague betwitch that day.  
Than servants next him three, which by the weapons rashly lay,  
With squire of Remus chief he straight suppressed, and straight did fang  
His chariot keeper there, and cut their throats that down did hang.  
Than he their master's head with sword of chopped, and left his trunk,  
Forth yexing belching blood, the soil, the streams the tents updronke,  
With Lamirus, and Lamus, and Seranus stripling gay,  
Which danced had that night with amorous face, and prompt did play.  
His limbs had Bacchus bound most lucky lad if he that night  
survived had his sport, and drawn his joy to broad day light.  
Even Lion like, that troubling flocks of sheep when folds are full  
(Would hunger him provokes) doth feed, doth fret, doth tear, doth pull,  
The silly soft beast (dumb for fear), his bloody teeth doth gnash.  
Nor nothing less this while, 
Sslaughters committed by Euryalus.  Euryalus did slaughters lash.  
He thoroughly waxeth mad, and people much not worthy name  
With Fabus, Hebesus, and Retus strong he killed for game,  
Eke Abaris, unwares they were dispatched, but Retus then  
Broad wakened all things saw, and hiding shrank behind a pan.  
But following face to face he through his breast did thrust his blade  
Even whole as he did rise, and in much death he made him wade,  
He spewed his purple soul, and as he died his blood did spout  
Vprendring wines with life, he still by stealth bestirs him stout▪  
And towards now Messapus mates they drew, where fires on ground  
They saw did furthest fail, and steeds there stood at maungers bound,  
On forage feeding fair. Than thus in ear did Nisus round,  
For him he did perceive to sore, to furious set abroache.  
Let us now leave (qd he) malicious day doth near approach.  
They meetly well been paid, our way is won through mids our foes.  
Much plenty silver plate behind them left they glad did loose,  
Good armour, chardgers great, and costly carpets tapstery gay.  
King Ramnes trappers had, of gorgeous works that much did way.  
With bulions broad of gold, and girdling girths miraclose fine,  
Which old duke Cedicus (men say) when he furst did combyne  
In absence friendly league with Remulus of Tyburt coast:  
He sent that present then, for he of wealth had riches moast.  
Bequeathed then from him his nephew kept them many a day.  
But after his decease, the Rutils wan by war that pray.  
Euryalus them caught, and on his shoulders strong in vain  
He fitly them bestowed, and of his spoil he was right fain.  
Than duke Messapus helm with beauteous crests adorned pure  
On head he puts, than camp they leave and pass their journey sure.  
This while from Latin town, one troop of horsemen sent that way,  
(While all the rest in legion armed stood and did but stay)  
Came forth, and answer brought of their estate to Turnus' king.  
Three hundred shieldmen all, all underneath duke Volscens wing,  
And towards now the camp they drew, and walls approached nigh,  
When from a far these men take left hand course they might espy.  
And by the glimpsing night Euryalus that swift went on  
His high helm him betrayed, that brightsom beams reflecting shone,  
Was not for naught espied. Duke Volscens cried amids his troop,  
Stand fellows, where this way? what be ye so that shrinking stoup?  
Where run you armed thus? they not an answer to them gave,  
But swiftly through the woods made haste in trust that night should save.  
The horsemen kest themselves in crokings known of quainted ground.  
Here, yonder, there, each where, and entries all with keepers crowned.   

A wood with bushes broad there was begrowne with bigtrée bows,  
Whom thick entangling thorns, and bryry brambles filled with brows.  
No trade but trattling paths, some here, some there that secret strays,  
Euryalus the branches dark of trees, and heavy prays  
Don let, he clean contrary runs beguiled by wandering ways.  
Nisus went on, and enemies all unwares had scapid quite.  
And past that place which afterwards Albanus mountain height  
Of Albas' name, king Latin there great pastures did maintain  
When furst he stood and for his absent friend did look in vain.  
Euryalus poor lad, what countrei now shall I thee seek?  
What path should I pursue? straight back again from creek to creek  
Through that deceitful wood unwynding ways perplexed he sought,  
Still tracking marking steps through thickets silent straggling blind.  
He heres their horse, he here's their rustling noise, and enemies wind.  
Not long between there was when to his ears the cry came hot,  
and furst Euryalus he seeth whom all men's hands had got,  
Through fraud of night and place of troublous tumult wareles trapped,  
Vainstrungling working much, but round about him all they wrapped.  
What should he do? what strength? how could he shifted or dare dispose  
To rescue thus this lad? should he run rashly mids his foes?  
Enfoarcing fair to death with comely wounds his life to loose?  
He swiftly shook his dart, and hie beholding bright the Moon:  
He whirling bend his arm, and thus he fervent made his boon,  
Thou goddess, thou this time, thou in our labours lend relief,  
Thou beauteous Queen of stars in forests virgin keeper chief.  
If ever gift for me sir Hirtacus my father gave  
Unto thine offerings feats, if ever I increased have  
Thy sacred altars fees, with hunting daily through my costs,  
Or decked my church with spoils, or hanged about thy holy posts:  
give me to break this plump, & through the skies now guide my dart.  
He spoke: and straining total strength his tool with hand and heart  
Rest forth, it whirling flew, and through the shade of shimring night  
It passed, and into Sulmons back with noise did sharply light,  
In pieces there it broke, and to the heartstrings pierced the wood.  
He tumbling (cold outspued all hot from breast his reeking flood,  
Farfetching yexing slow, his guts upgathering smites his sides.  
Each man about them look. Lo, yet again a smarter glides,  
Which he with force outflang, and level kest direct from ear.  
Whiles all they troubled stood, to Tagus whistling ran that spear,  
Athwart his head it came, and thirld him quite through temples twain  
With noise, where fixed fast it stack warm waxing through his brain.  
Duke Volscens storming frets, nor him that did that weapon fling:  
He one where could behold, nor whither fervent mad to spring.  
But thou this while (qd he) these two men's death shalt surely rue,  
If any hot blood in thy heart there be. And straight outdrue  
Against Euryalus his sword. Than verily in deed dismayed  
Did Nisus loudly shriek, nor more to lurk in darkness staid,  
Such torments than him took, he cried amain with voice affaied.  
'tis I, 'tis I, here, here I am that did, turn all at me,  
O Rutils with your tools, my only craft here it is, not he,  
He neither durst nor could, this heaven, these stars, I witness take.  
Only for to much love his wretched friend he nold forsake.  
Such words he gave, but deep with dint the sword enforced furst  
Had ransakt through his ribs and sweet white breast at once had hur'st.  

Euryalus slay.  Down falls Euryalus in death, his limbs, his fair fine flesh  
Al runs on blood, his neck down fainting nods on shoulders nesh,  
Well like the purple flower that cut with plough letfalling lops  
In languish withring dies, or like weak necks of poppis crops  
Down peifing heavy heads, when rain doth lading grieve their tops.  
But Nisus to his enemies fiercely ran, and through their mids,  
Duke Volscens out he seeks, he only Volscens battle bids.  
Whom Rutils clustering close on each side shoves, and stout withstands.  

Volscens slay. Nisus slain.  Yet ne'ertheless his sword like lightning bright with both his hands  
He swingeing stirred, and as duke Volscens cried, he smote him so:  
That through his throat it went, and even in death he killed his so.  
Than weary digged with wounds, on his dead friend himself he kest  
Expyring life at last, and took his death for pleasant rest.  
O fortunate both twain, and if my verse may get good luck:  
Shall never day nor time from mindful age your praises pluck.  
While prince Aeneas house, while Capitol most stately stone  
unmovable shall stand, while Romain rules this world in one.   

The Rutil victor knights with spoils and pray departed there,  
And Volscens dead their duke all weeping sad to camp they bear.  
Nor wailing less there was, when Ramnes king was headless found,  
So many Lords at once through all the camp so strewed on ground,  
With Neuma, with Serranus huge concourse and pressing strong  
About their bodies came, some yet half panting stretched along.  
Each place of slaughters smokes, and streams of blood did flushing some.  
Anon they knew their spoils, and duke Messapus helm come home.  
King Ramnes trappers eke with no small sweat recovered sore.  
And now dame Morning furst bespreding lands with light renewed,  
Forsoòke sir Tython's bed all heavenly painted saffronhewd.  
Now sun disperseth beams, now things discovered broad been viewed.  
King Turnus fresh his folks and strength of men, and armour steereth  
In complete harness bright his brazen troops to wars upchéeres.  
Each captain calls their bands, and rumours run men's moods to prick.  
Besides all this (a piteous grisly sight) on spears they stick  

They stick their heads upon speates.  The heads of these two knights, and loud with cries they them pursue,  
Euryalus, and Nysus.  
The painful Troyans' tough did on their left hand walls within  
Resisting set their front, for flood their right-hand compassed in.  
Their trenches hie they hold, and lofty towers defending keep,  
All pensive standing sad, and heads on poles before them peep  

Fame.  To well poor wretches known with filthy blood down dropping deep.  
This while doth flickering Fame on message fly with fethrid wings  
Through all the trembling town, and swift in moment tidings brings.  
And fills the mother's ears of that young stripling erst of told. 
Lament ation of Euryalus mother.   
All suddenly poor wretch, all heat her bones forsook for cold.  
Her weaving web down fell, and spindels scattering thrown on ground.  
She flies forth woeful soul) and howling shrill in woman's sound:  
Disshevillid tears her hear, and to the walls in hast she spéedes,  
She neither danger kest, nor men regards, nor weapons dréedes.  
But Heaven with moan she fills, & thus through people wailing spréedes  
And is it thus, Euryalus, that I thy face behold,  
Mine ages late relief mine only joy, my comfort old?  
And couldst forsake me thus thou cruel heart to leave me alone?  
Nor entering dangers such might I thy mother caitiff crone,  
obtain thy talking last, and make on thee my latter stounds?  
Alas, in land unknown, alas, to feed Italian hounds,  
To fowls a pray thou lieft, O wellaway for evermore.  
Nor wretched mother I, thy funerals brought out before,  
Nor could come close thine eyes, nor wounds with waters washing bath  
With clothing covering soft, which I both nights & days to rath  
Did ordain gay for thee, and hourly hasting did prepare,  
In webbing wasting time to ease thereby mine aged care.  
Where should I seek? what country land contains my limbs distracted?  
What nation tears my flesh, my funerals my membres racked?  
Is this thy gift O son, thou bringest me home, thy works of hands?  
Is it therefore that I thus followed have such seas, such lands?  
Dig, dig me down with darts, throw all on me your weapon's keen  
O Rutils (if aught pity be) consume me I be not seen.  
Or thou most mighty father of gods, have mercy on my unright,  
Down thrust this hateful head to Limbo lakes most lurking light.  
Since otherwise my loathsome life to break I have no might.   

With sorrowing thus men's minds molested shrank, & sad through all  
Deep mourning makes them slack, unuicted strengths begin to pall,  
She blobbring still, and kindling further great two kinsmen stepped,  
Commanded by sir Ilione and Ascanius much that wept,  
Between them her they took, and bore to house and there her kept.  
But brighthras troop from far, his fearful shiuring sounds expels,  
Thick, thick, and thereupon men shout, that high heaven yalping yels.  
The Volscans jointly knit, with targates covering close their heads,  
The trench attempting tear, and rampire stakes with dich down treads  
Some seek their entering breach on scaling ladders clambering quick  
Where few resisters stand, and soldiers round ring not so thick,  
Where wall most entershines. Against them Troyans' high from tops,  
All sorts of turments turn, and thick them down they thrust with props,  
Expert in long defence, and practise old to keep their town.  
Great stones also they wield intolerably tumbling down.  
If any where that covered plump might break, when they again  
Did underneath their shields all chances hard conjoint sustain.  
Nor now they more can bide, for where their engine joins his jolle:  
A huge unwieldy weight the Trojans rumbling did down roll,  
Whose fall did Rutils whelm and broke their tortais roof distwind.  
Not more with such deceit they care to cope in conflict blind,  
Strongharted Rutils' bold, but from the trench they seek to drive  
With darts and hurling tools.  
On tother side with odious noise a loathsome sight to look,  
His fyriesmoking brands on standardstaff Mezentius shook.  
But duke Messapus tamer strong of stéeds, god Neptune's brood:  
Cuts down their trench, and scales their walls, he cries outrageous wood.  
Now muses help, now help, now to my song aspire your breath.  
What murdering quars of men, what heaps down thrown, what toils of death  
King Turnus then did give, and who? what man sent down to hell?  
Revolve with me this war, and chances huge what things befell.  
You ladies, your remember best, and uttering best can tell.   

A tower of steep upsight there stood, with skaffolds large of length  
In place upframyd fit, whom all the Italians total strength  
Incessant still did saulte, and foarce extreme of charge at ones  
They spent to overturn. The Trojans it defend with stones,  
And through their lancet loupes their whirling darts do thick bestow.  
A blazing burning link of cresset light did Turnus throw,  
And to the side the flame did fix, whom wind upheaving hoysts,  
Which fastening caught the bourds devouring posts and timber ioysts.  
They bustling quick within for fear 'gan quake, and as to flee  
They sought, and took the side, which of that deadly plague was free,  
Whiles clustering close they cling: Than suddenly the tower for weight  
Down fell with thundering foarce, that heaven did rattling roar on height.  
Haulf mangled dead to ground men by that building huge oppressed:  
Came pecemeale tottering down, some torn with timber through their breast,  
Some with their own tools thirlid were, yea scant with much ado,  
One Helenor, and Lycus skoope, 
Helenor borne of Meons' concubine.  the elder of them two  
Was Helenor, whom bond Lycinia maid to Meon king  
Broughtforth by stealth, his father him to wars while youth did spring  
unlawful sent to Troy, his worship win he should in field.  
All light with naked blade, yet honourles, yet blank in shield.  
He when himself he saw so many thousand men among,  
Great armies here, great armies there, on each side Latins strong:  
Even as a beast whom hunter's round in ring have gotten in hold,  
She seeth no way to scape, than willingly to slaughter bold  
She frantic runs on death, & bears down tools, & bearesperes edge.  
Nonotherwise this lad, where emnies thickest him did hedge,  
With will to die did break among the mids constraining stripes,  
But Lycus better far with feet, even through his enemies gripes,  
Even by their weapons swift escapid had, and swift with hands  
Endeavouring climbs his wall, his mates to reach on roofs that stands.  
Whom Turnus in pursuit did with his weapon thrown arrest,  
Him catching railing thus. What dost thou think thou madbraind beast,  
To scape scotfree from us? and as he there did pendant skralle:  
He plucked him back by foarce, with great piece following from the wall.  
Even as an Eagle doth some tymrous Hare, 
Lycus' taken.  or near great brooks  
Some Lilywhyted swan uplifting heave, in talon hooks.  
Or suckling lamb whom bleating long the dame still seeks about,  
Which from the coat the ravening Wolf hath caught. On each side shout  
Doth rise, invasion hot gins, than rampire banks are braced.  
Some other burning brands to houses tops do flingring cast.  
And as Lucetius came with pitch and flame to fire the gate:  
Sir Ilione with stone down tumbling, quite did quash his pate,  
With stone down toppling great, no little lump of broken hill.  
Than Lyger did Emathion, Corynee Asylas kill,  
He good at dart, that other chief with shaft that far begyles.  
Sir Ceneus Ortagium slew, but Turnus him exyles  
From life, and Turnus Ityn killed, and Clonyus, and with him  
Sir Promulus, and Sagar, sir Dyoxip large of limb,  
With Ida boisterous knight, before the towers that ward did bear.  
Pryvernum Capis killed, him forth before Themillas speace,  
Had pinched small with prick, he like a dolt kest of his targe,  
And handling groped his grief, an arrow therefore swift with charge  
His left side wing came by, and to his ribs his paw made fast,  
That lungs, and breathing pipes, that mortal stroke with bruising braced:  
There stood in armour fine, the worthy son of Arceus duke,  
Gay needle wrought in cloak, embroyded brown in Spaniards puke:  
Much noble, fair in face, his father him to warfare sent,  
Sir Arceus bred in woods, and by the floods of Simeth banks,  
Where stands Palycus church, and altars gracious rendering thanks.  
A whistling whirling sling Mezentius took, and amnes down flung.  
Himself three times the thongs about his head in compass swang,  
And level right him strake, that in the mids the melting lead  
His temples twain did slive, and large on dust outstretched him dead.   

Than furst, 
Ascanius' first exploit in war.  Ascanius in war his swift shaft (as men say)  
Did shoot, which wonted was before wild skittish beasts to affray,  
And with his hand sir Numan proud down laid, whose surname height  
Duke Remulus, he Turnus' younger sister lately plight:  
Than wedded had. He roister furst in forefront railing loud,  
Things toto bade reviled, of kingdoms new promotion proud.  
All spiteful swollen in breast, and big with noise himself did bear.  
Are ye not yet ashamed to lurk in holes eftsoons for fear?  
Twice captives Troyans'? what? 
First by Hercules, next by Greeks.  think ye by walls to save your lives?  
These be the princock bloods, lo how they look that fight for wives?  
What devil? what mischance? where were your wits, what madness blind  
Italia made you seek, you shall not here Atrydas find,  
Nor prattler preaching liar Ulysses fine to teach men speak.  
We be a stouter stock, in other sort our sons we break.  
Our children furst from birth into the floods we throw to swim,  
With water's noumme and frost we harden tough both heart and limb,  
Our boys on hunting run, they study still to beat their woods,  
Their plays are Darts of horn, and for disport break horses moods.  
As for our youth they wile, and either ground they tame with rakes,  
Contenling minds with small: or towns in wars besieging shakes,  
We wear our lives in spending steel, with spears our breasts we prick  
Our droves of herds, our booties daily increase, nor age unquicke  
Enfebleth aught our minds, nor altereth nature's force in flesh,  
Our hoar hears helmets hide, and evermoreour prays afresh  
We fetch from countries far, it doth us good to drive and watch,  
We warlike live by spoils, even by the things our hands can catch.  
You must have painted weed, gay jolly jerkins, saffron shirts,  
Your slipcoats must have sleeves, your coxcomb coives, bongraces girts,  
Your study chief is dance in pampering feasts with giglot flirt's.  
O very Trojan trulls (for Troyans' are you non) go fools.  
Go fisgigs, friskings your woods with double pipe in skipping skooles,  
Hark how your mistrels call, your tabrets, bagpypes, shalms of boxs.  
Go trim your treslock tires, get on your gloves, your finest frocks  
Give weapons up for men, let wars alone for catching knocks.  
Him cracking thus, and jangling more despite with odious songs:  
Ascanius could not bear, but sinnowy bow of horse hide thongs  
He bent, with pointed shaft, and arms disbukling several ways.  
Before high jove he stands, and humbly thus with vows he prays.   

Almighty jove give to my bold beginnings good success,  
Unto thy temple shall I solemn gifts of offerings dress,  
A young steer white as snow, with guilded front of lively lust,  
Hyeheaded like his dame, and with his horn desires to just,  
Already strong which with his feet upsparpling spreads the dust.  
The father aloft him heard, and under cléeare sky lefthandlowe,  
Did sign of thundering show, than with a sound from deadly bow,  
The swift shaft whistling fled, and through sir Numans temples twain  
If grisly strake. Go go men's manly deeds with mocks disdain,  
Twice captives Troyans' lo, these answers Rutils sand again.  
Ascanius spoke but thus, the Trojans than with joyful voice,  
All jointly gave their shouts, and lifting minds to stars rejoice.  
That time as fortune was brightheaded Phoebus for disport  
Beheld from airy coast both Latins hosts, and Trojan fort,  
As high on cloud he sat, and thus to Ascanius gave report.  
That's that's my peerless lad, such virtues new leads lords to stars,  
Begotten of gods, and gods engender shalt, by right all wars  
Must under Dardanes line, in time by destiny quite down sink,  
Nor Troy can thee contain, and with that worder one could wink,  
Himself from sky down skips, and breathing puffs removes from air  
Than to Ascanius he draws, and changed countenance fair,  
Resembling Buten old. 
Phoebus resembleth Buten.  He to Anchises great from child  
Was henchman bearing arms, and kept his guard of trust unfilde,  
The old man him to Ascanius than had put, so Phoebus went,  
All things like aged man, both voice, and hue he did present,  
white hairy locks and angrisounding armour, calm of breast.  
And to Ascanius thus that fervent was his words he dressed.  
Let it suffice thee now that Numan freely vanquished is  
Good child: lo now Apollo great commends thy praise for this.  
He gives thee chief renown, nor like with tools to match doth pass.  
Abstain, hencefurth from blows my boy, so Phoebus entering was:  
And in the mids his tale, men mortals eyes he clean forsook,  
Desserring thin from sight, and flittering form to skies betook.  
The lords beknew that god, perceiving straight his tools divine,  
His arrow sheaves they heard, and rattling noise of boltbag fine.  
At Phoebus' word therefore, and in respect of his great grace:  
Ascanius back they kept that eager was, themselves in place  
Succeds, and venturing lives eftsoons to dangers turn their face.   

A clamorous noise upmounts on fortress tops and bulwarks towers.  
They strike, they bend their bows, they whirl from strings sharp shooting showers:  
All streets with tools are strewed, than helmets skulls with battring marred,  
And shields dishiuring crack, upryseth roughness bickring hard,  
Look how the tempest storm, when winds outwrastling blows at south,  
Rain rattling geats the ground, or clouds of hail from winter mouth  
Down dashing headlong drives, when god from skies with grisly steven,  
His watery showers outwrings, and whirlwind clouds down breaks from heaven.  
Sir Pandarus and Bitias, two brethren, 
Pandarus and Bitias.  Trojans stout,  
Whom to Alcanor knight dame Hera salvage Nymph brought out  
Among Ioues sacred woods, in firtre groves of mountains cold.  
Two valiant boisterous knights, courageous, strong, and equal bold.  
A gate that by their captain damned was they bread set open,  
So trusted they their strength, and bids their foes come near to cope.  
Themselves before their towers, both right, and left hand brave out stepped  
All armed stiff in steel, and bright with crests their standings kept,  
Hyheaded like two trees, like two great Oaks by Padus banks,  
Besides their joyful flood, above their mates they rise by ranks.  
Their heads to heaven they lift with lofty tòppes unshorn they beck,  
Beshadowing broad the bows, and hie surstretching skies they check.  
The Rutils in they break when furst they saw their entry free.  
Immediately the Dukes in armour gorgeous gay to see,  
Sir Quercens, and Equicolus either beaten turn their backs:  
Or they with all their bands even in the gate went dead to wracks.  
Than more & more men's minds disordering chafe contempning doubts  
And thither Troyans' now round gathering draw, by plumpes & routs,  
Conflicting hand to hand, and further salyeng dare run outs.  
To captain Turnus fierce, than troubling folks on backfort side  
A post with message runs, how Trojans now have caught new pride,  
Great murder stoutly made, and how their gates bread ope they set.  
He leaves his works begun, and huge with wrath to give the onset,  
To that presumptuous gate, and brethren proud, he rushing runs.  
And furst Antyphaten, of king Sarpedons bastard suns.  
The chief by Theban dame, for he against him furst did shove:  
He threw down dead with dart, the Italian trunk in skies above  
Dissevering, tender air, came through his breast and out at back,  
His stomach round it rend, the wound from cave gives out blood black  
Permixt with some, and fixed in lungs the steel warmewaxing stack.  
Than Merops, Aphidnus, and Erimanth with sword he slew.  
Than Bitias that boisterous stirred with eyes of sparkling hue,  
Not with no dart, for dint of dart, could life not make him yield.  
But thrown with strength extreme a troncheon spear most strong to wield,  
Big like a lightning bolt at him he drove, whom doubled fold  
Can neither backs of bulls, nor breast plate faithful strong of gold  
Sustain from mortal plague, his membres huge down faltering flushed,  
The ground at falling groans, and thundering huge his shield he crushed.  

Bitias slain.  As by the Bayon shore men building havens done for the nonce  
With labouring long before, through engines means lay monstrous stones.  
Down sinks the weldlesse weight, and on the ground it settled stands.  
Thy wild seas meeting mix, and darkening skies upleapes the sands,  
Than with the sounds the soils adjoinant shake, and mountains next,  
Where whelmed by gods revenge in dungeons deep are giants vexed.  
Their army puissant Mars both pricks, and foarce to Latins hearts  
Did add, and stings of eager wrath, in each man's breast upstarts.  
He made the Troyans' flee, and gave them blackday mixed with dread,  
From every side they flock since now the sight proceeds in deed,  
And in their minds the murdering angel sits.   

When Pandarus his brother saw down fallen before his eyes,  
In what case fortune stands, and how things now in danger lies:  
The gate with much turmoil converting hinges hooks on rings,  
With shoulders shoving broad at last he shuts, and bolts upwrings,  
And many his mates in hard conflict he leaves, and out them locked.  
But other he receives as with the preas they rusiling shocked  
Vnprudent man, that when the Rutil king did through intrude:  
Could him not entering spy, but in the fort did him include,  
Even like a Tiger wild among the flocks of cattailes rude.  
Incontinent new light their eyes distraynes, and armour strange  
Did grisly give their sound, his quivering crest with bloodread range  
Like beams of lightning burns, and from his shield that flames outflew.  
Anon their hateful face, and monstrous limbs the Trojans knew,  
Distraught with sudden sight. Than for his brother Pandar huge  
Incensed with fervent wrath: Thou shalt have here but bad refuge.  
This is no jointer town, king Latyns wife gets here no gage,  
Nor she (qd he) thy father's walls this time empoundes in cage.  
Thine enemies for thou seest, hence nevermore shall Turnus out.  
To him than Turnus spoke, all smile sober fire from doubt.  
Begin (if any manful mind thou hast) approach me round.  
Ish make thee Priam tell that here thou hast Achilles found.  
Thus speaking an unshapen bunchy spear with bark unpilde,  
Sir Pandar whirling threw, 
juno preserved Turnus life  with strength extreme it went welwilde.  
The wynds upcaught that stroke, and juno Queen the danger broke,  
Wrong wresting as it went, and in the gate did stick the stake.  
But not this tool, of mine which in my right hand here I shake,  
Shalt thou escape, great difference now shall our two puissans make  
(Quoth he,) and stretching broad with arms his sword did mounting lift:  
His brainpan through it smote, and in the mids it made a cliff,  
dividing cheeks, and chaps, and hears upgrown with gaping wound.  
The soil than shuddering shook, and with the weight did yield a sound.  
Down liveless falls his limbs, and armour mixed with blood and brain  
With corpse he strewed the ground, and equal clyven in portions twain,  
His head on shoulders hung, one here, one there dissevered slain.  
The Trojans than for fear their feet 'gan take with trembling flight.  
And if he victor than remembered had, and ta'en foresight,  
strait ways to break the bolts, and through the gates his folks let in:  
That day to Trojan war, and to their lineage last had been.  
But furious fervent mind, and greedy lust of slaughters more  
Enforced him for ward still.  
Furst Phalarim and master veins of Gyges' huge he shears.  
And as the people fled he gathering darts, and scattered spears  
Bestowed them in their backs, for juno gave both might and mind.  
Than Halim fellow unto them he joins, and kylls behind  
Sir Phegius with target pike down pushed, than up the wall  
He runs, and such as fight there, of this knew naught at all  
Neomonus, and Prytanis, with Hellus he down stew.  
Alcander then and Lynceus which toward him stout drew,  
Outmustring mates for help, he leaping trench did swift prevent,  
And with his glittering glaive he such a stroke unwares him lent:  
As hand to hand he fought, that quite from shoulders at one chop  
His head with helmet fell, and far from him did hobbling hop.  
From thence sir Amycus he slits that wild beasts ever stroyed,  
Moore lucky non there was, nor never man more often them noyed,  
With ointments arming steel, with poisoned tools he still them cloyed.  
Than Clytius, and the dulcet friend of Muses Cretea fine.  
Sir Cretea Muses mate that evermore with voice divine  
Melodious warblid songs, his pastime chief was harp and kit,  
By numbering ran his Rhymes to sinewy cords concurrant fit:  
Always of steeds, of arms, of men, he sang of battles main.  
At last the leaders great, when they first heard their men so slain:  
The Trojan captains came, sir Mnesteus and Serestus strong,  
They saw their straggling mates, and enemy entered thicks among.  
And Mnesteus, what avails this flight? where run you now (qd he?)  
What better bulwark walls? what other towns or trench have ye?  
One man alone (O sirs) even in your mids enclosed in camp,  
So many slaughters made? in such a fort round scotfree ramp?  
So many chieftain knights unuenged sends to Limbo damp?  
Make ye no more of country soil remorse? fainthearted fie?  
What shall we shame our gods? and great Aeneas naught set by?   

With such rebukes men's minds upkindled stayed, & thick with preas  
They stood. But small and small from flight did Turnus than surceas,  
Retiring to that side where flood the fortress girds about.  
So much the more pursuit the Trojans make with restless shout,  
And clustering close they shove. As when sometime men gathering thick  
A Lion wild assaylne, and hard with tools oppressing prick.  
But he affrayed resists, sowerskowling grim he backward strides,  
And neither tail to turn his pride him lets, nor wrath his sides  
Will suffering make him show, nor forward can set forth his joints,  
Though feign he would, not able he is yet for men, for weapons points.  
None otherwise did Turnus than retracting seek bypath,  
With stalking doubtful steps, and deep in mind reboils his wrath.  
Yet notwithstanding twice his enemy's mids he did invade,  
And twice converting backs them take their walls in flight he made.  
But thuniversal camp together joining whole did rise,  
Nor juno Queen durst more against such strength so great suffice.  
For jove unto his sister down her airy rainbow sent  
With message nothing mild, and how that some should soon repent  
If Turnus from the Troyans' lofty walls did not reyéelde,  
The young prince now therefore, with neither right hand yet, nor shield  
Enduring can resist, so thick thrown tools on each side priest  
About his temples round big bouncing beats, nor never at rest  
His helmet tincgling things, and stones with bumps his plates disglosse,  
His topright crest from crown down battered falls, nor brazen boss  
Sufficient is for strokes so doubledriving they not stint.  
The Trojans all with spears, eke he himself with lightning dint  
Sir Mnesteus forward shoves, than every limb on streaming sweat  
Doth drop down black as pitch, nor gives him time his breath to fet.  
Faint panting pulls his joints, and tired with pains his entrails beaten.  
Than with a leap at last to Tiber flood in all that heat  
He headlong kest himself, in complete armour compassed all,  
He smooth with channel blew did softly him receive from fall,  
And to his mates him glad (from slaughters washed) home sent withal.   
DEO GRATIAS.  
Per Thomam Phaer, 3. Aprilis finitum 1560. Opus 30. dierum.   

¶ The tenth book of the Aeneidos of Virgil.  
The Argument.  
¶ jupiter calling a parliament of Gods: exhorteth them to concord, Venus complaineth of the Troyans' danger, and junos' unsatiable malice, and requireth at length some end of calamities. juno layeth all the blame in the Troyans', as the first causers of war, & in Venus herself. When jupiter perceived they would grow to no agreement, to offend neither his wife nor his daughter: promiseth to take part with neither, but will put of all to the indifferency of destinies. This while the Rutilians return to th'assault with all their force, whom the assaulted repel with all their might, & this in Latium. Aeneas having brought all things in Etruria to wished end, being assisted by divers peoples: returneth to his mates with a navy of thirty sail. There he meeteth with the Nymphs that were not long before transformed from ships, and is by them certified both of the loss of his fleet, and of the danger of his men. Then he landeth his power within the sight of his enemies. The Rutilians leave the sledge, and run to shore to keep the enemy from landing. There they fight with great loss on both sides. Where Pallas, after many slaughters on his enemies: is at length slain by Turnus. With sorrow whereof, Aeneas all enraged: maketh plenty bloudoffryngs on his foes for his friends soul. Then Ascanius issueth forth, and joineth power with his father. juno careful for Turnus, casteth before his eyes a false representation of Aeneas. Which, whilst he pursueth into a ship: juno breaketh the cables, and by force of a tempest, bringeth him to the shore near Ardea. Mezentius then, at jupiters' commandment, entereth the battle, and slayeth many both Troyans' and Etruscans, until Aeneas have wounded him, and being rescued by Lausus his sun: is scarce able to depart the field Lausus is also slay by Aeneas whilst he endeavoureth to revenge his father's wound. Which when Mezentius understood: he returneth into the battle, and is slay by the same hand that his sun was.  

BRoad open in this while of glorious god th'almighty hall,  
The father of gods, & king of men himself doth council call  
Into the starbright seat, whence kingdoms large in seas and lands  
He lofti low beholds, both Troyans' fort, and Latins bands.  
In parliament house they sat twigated wide: himself gins.  
Celestials great, how happens now so soon your sentence twins  
Revolting judgement fixed: why show ye thus with minds unmeet,  
Ioues forefended wars should Latins now to Trojan fleet?  
What discord now contrarious makes you fierce? what wroth, what fear  
Sets these, or those on gog not suffering rest to shield nor spear?  
A time to fight there comes, call not to fast for fatal hours.  

Punic wars.  Who wild Carthago proud in tract of years to romish towers  
Destruction great shall sand, and mountain tops down tearing break.  
Than spare not your despites, than rap and reave who list and wreak.  
Now let them rest, and quiet league compound yourselves to smite.  
Thus jove in brief, but not in brief than golden Venus bright  

Venus' complaint.  Replied as thus.   

O father, oh thou everlasting strength of god, and man.  
For what thing else have we to whom for help now cry we can?  
You see how Rutils' ramp and with what bravery bolne in pride  
King Turnus prosperous rides, scant in their walls can Troyans bide,  
But even amids their gates, even on their bulwarks rampire brims:  
They bickring daily dye, that trench and ditch with bloodshead swims.  
Aeneas absent knows not this, will you give never leave  
To rest poor souls from siege, must enemies ever still down reave  
The walls of springing Troy? and yet more still with strangers hosts  
Poor Troyans troubled been, yet once again from Greekish coasts  
Must Diomedes rise? I ween my flesh must yet be cut,  
And me your heavenly child man mortal shall to dangers put.  
But if contrary to the pleasure of your heavenly grace,  
In Italy been Troyans entered wrong, usurping place:  
Than let them buy their sins, nor aid them not, but if they have  
But followed your precepts, which gods and sprite such mumbers gave:  
Why now should any creature dare control or hung down groin  
To bend back your decrees, or destinies now presume to royne?  
What should I now rehearse our navy brent at Scicil shore?  
Or name the king of storms with all his tempest wind uproar  
Against us whole upraisde, and rainbow clouds so often down strained?  
And now the fends forsooth for that one quarter yet remained  
Unsought besides the world, yet suddenly lo thence to skies  
Allecto rear she did, and made by madness towns upryse.  
Supremyty, nor for their empire moves me not such things,  
We looked long in vain while fortune was, but this not wrings.  
Make victors whom you favour most, our hope so hie not springs.  
If no one corner be that your spouse can vouchsafe to give  
To Trojans poor for spite, nor country none, nor place to live:  
Yet by the piteous fall of smoking Troy from soil destroyed,  
Good father I beseek let me Ascanius keep uncloyed:  
Let me my nephew small withdraw from Mars, as for my son  
Aeneas, he shall toss in seas unknown as erst hath done.  
And what way fortune leads, where ever it be, let him go prove,  
Yet let me save his child and him from battles hard remove.  
In Cypress land some cities fair I have, I have Cythere,  
Idalium, Paphos hie, and Amathus, let him devil there,  
Vnfamous free from wars, and honourlesse lead out his age,  
Than may your grace condemn all Italy to great Carthage  
In slavedome under Moors, no hindrance than to Africa towers  
Can come, large empire rule they may no Troyans near their bowers.  
What hath our service now prevailed, what goodness have we got  
By skaping Greekish fires, and mortal plagues of Mars so hot?  
So many perilous lands, such waist wide seas with pains outworn,  
While Troyans' Latium seek, to raise the walls so often down torn?  
Had it not better been, if in their countries reeking dust,  
On soil where Troy did stand they settled had, than thus to trust?  
Yet give them wretches leave to turn their backs, and home retire  
Unto their native streams, lord be so good at my desire.  
Revert their former toils, all miseries that erst have been  

junos' repli.  Give once again to Trojans gracious sir. Than juno Queen  
Enforced with furious rage uprose: why dost thou me constrain,  
Deep silence now to break, and to disclose my chouched pain?  
Did either god or man Aeneas thine to war compel?  
King Latin to impugn, or yet his subjects cause rebel?  
Italia land he took by destiny's word: admit so were  
Through mad Cassandra's spirit, yet did we ever tyce him there  
To leave his camp unkept? and to the wynds his life commit?  
To give his child the charge of walls, and wars did we give writ?  
Or make him nations move in rest that sat, or faiths remit?  
What god did such deceit? where was that time that power of ours?  
So fore or where was juno than, or bow down sent with showers?  
Is it so vile a thing that springing Troy besieged stands  
With fire? and that king Turnus seeks to save his country lands?  
Of king Pilumnus blood Venilia Nymph that had to dame?  
What is for Trojan thieves, all Itali with brands to flame,  
Subdue their neighbour's lands, and robbrie booties rive by snaps,  
Compel men give them wives, and spouses reave from parents' laps,  
Entreat for peace by becks, and traitors arm their ships for traps?  
Thou couldst Aeneas thine from hands of Greeks sometime withdraw.  
Suppliedst his place with cloud, with empty wind of wavering flaw.  
Thou couldst convert their fleet to several ships with storms renewed.  
If we help Rutils aught, lo what a sin, what broil is brewed?  
Aeneas absent knows not this? nor may he absent know.  
Thou hast Cythera towns, high Paphos, and Idalium low,  
Why troublous sturrest thou thus men's angry moods, why dost procure  
New wars to Latium town that travails old could scant endure?  
Is't we that will upturne the flittering state of Troy from soil?  
Came it by us, or first by him, that Greeks made Troy a spoil?  
Who first began that cause, why rose in armour fixed on wreak  
Europa and Asia both? who did their league by thevedom break?  
Was it by my conduct, thadulterer stolen the Sparta Queen?  
Gave I them tools to try, or lovers wars mainteind with spleen?  
Then oughst have been afraid for thine, now causeless dost but square  
In vain, and flim-flam flirt's out throwest at them that nothing care.  
Such talkings juno gave, and heavenly wights with murmur round  
All sundry cried assents, as first when blasts begin to sound,  
With puffs they wag the woods, and tumbling blind with soft uproar  
They near pronostike winds, and tells the seaman storms before.   

Thalmighty father than that all thing rules in total some,  
Bespoke, and at his speech, the court of high gods staggered domme,  
And from the grounds the soil contrembling shaken, than lofty air,  
Than winds laid down their noise, and calm sea surges settled fair.   

Take this therefore in mind, and in your breasts imprint my saws,  
Since Rutils with the Trojans will not knit nor take no laws:  
And forasmuch we see your quarrel strivings make non ends:  
Look how men's fortune stands, this day what hope each one pretends,  
Be it Trojan or Italian he, no difference find they shall,  
Our judgement right shall stand, this is our sentence once for all.  
If fatal fortune be that Trojan camp besieged is,  
Or Troyans by deceit Italia lands have taken amiss:  
Nor Rutils we discharge, each man's own meddlings even or odd  

God is indifferent to all men.  Shall praise or penance bring, jove sits in different all men's god.  
The destiny's will invent a way, yea by our brother's brook,  
By pitch of Limbo pits, by gulfs and lakes so glomme that look.  
He gave a nod, and at his beck, whole heaven obedient shook.  
This end the talking had, king jove from golden throne uprose.  
Whom home to heavenly court celestials guarding all did close.  
The Rutils all this while, at every gate their batteries plies,  
With dead men ground they strew, and walls beset with fire that flies.  
The Trojan garrisons in camp with hard siege be bestead,  
Nor hope of flight they have, on towers poor men they stand full sad.  
Small furthring round at vamures tops, with strength which thin they had.  
Duke Imbras out of Asia land, and duke Tymetes bold,  
Assaracus two captains, with sir Castor Tiber old,  
At forefront battle kept, with them there stood the brethren twain  
Of king Serpedon great, than noble Ethmon drago his train  
With lords of Lycia land, himself right huge with total might,  
For burden bore a rock, a mountains piece not small in fight.  
Sir Agmon at Lyrnesia borne, inferior not in facts  
To great sir Clitius his sire, or his brother Mnesteus' acts.  
Those ply their darts, these other strive to fend with stones and bows.  
Their wield fire fast they fling, from sinewy strings sharp shafts out throws.  
Himself amids them chief dame Venus' darling, justest care,  

Ascanius' described.  Their young prince loath proceeds with reverent face headnaked bore.  
As pearl it precious shines, or glistering stone bright gold that parts,  
Which garnish maidens necks, or set forth heads, or as when arts  
Have meddled finely moulds, and ivory clear enclosed in box,  
From tablet seemly shows, his milkwhyte shoulders lifts his locks,  
His hear downshadowing shed, but gold embroyding bynds their docks.   

Thee there also courageous knight sir Ismar all men saw,  
With cast of canes envenomed, thine enemy's blood to draw.  
Thou gentle knight of gentle Meons' house, where fields right fat  
Bene batful wrought with men, where flood Pactolus gold doth scrat.  
Sir Mnesteus also there was seen, whom proud of all men's praise,  
For Turnus' hard repulse, much glory high to heaven doth raise,  
And Capis, he to Capua town did surname furst derive.  
They still among themselves, in hashards hard of wars did strive.  
Distressed Aeneas than with ships at midnight streams did clive.  
For from evander first when to Etruria camp he came:  
He met their king, and to their king declared his blood, and name,  
What help he seeks, what help also he brings, what people's mights  
Mezentius gathering draws, of Turnus' breast the spiteful sprights  
He shows, and whereupon man's wit in such case may conclude  
He gives advise, with mixed entreating words, all which thing viewed:  
Straight Tarchon joins his strength, & league compounds, 
Duke Tarchon.  than free from crime  
By destiny songs of gods, the Lydian host did navy climb,  
With alean lord for guide. Aeneas foremost held with ship,  
Her stately stem on streams, with Lion's large of Troy doth slip,  
With Ida mount on puppe most friendly sign to Trojans lost:  
There great Aeneas sits, and with himself revolving tossed  
The various ends of wars. On left hand Pallas next his side.  
And now the stars he seeks that ships in dim night serve to guide.  
Now call to mind he doth, by seas and lands his travails tried.   

Now muses move my song, now let me sup your learning streams,  
To tell what manred strong, what company from Tuscan realms  
Aeneas armed brought, conveyed by waves on timber beams.  
Duke Massicus with brazen ship called Tiger, cuts the floods,  

The names of such as took Aeneas part  With him a thousand hands from Clusa walls, all youthful bloods,  
And they that came from Cosa town armed with shafts, and darts.  
Corites with shoulders light, and from their bows but death departs.  
Grymskouling Abas big, his bands fine harnessed gorgeous steames  
Reflectes, and Phoebus on his golden pup stood light with beams,  
Six hundred valiant lads dame Populon his dame him gave,  
Expert in feats of war, three hundred more from Ilua bran,  
Where never cessing soil doth stéelebright stuff sand out from mines.  
Than don Asila priest, that gods and men can skrie by signs,  
Whom secret veins of beasts, whom stars of heaven obeyen at beck,  
And threatening lightning fires, and chattering birds with tongue that queck:  
His. M. people thick in throngs he draws rough ranked with spears.  
All these obedient came from Pisa coasts whom Alphe rears,  
Their town is Tuscan soil. Than fairest Astur next pursues,  
Sir Astur trusting steed, and armour brave of changing hews:  
Three hundred they do add, all issued out with one good will,  
Such as Cerites' house did keep, or Mymon croftes did till.  
Al Pirgus antic brood, Gravisca timeless troops did fill.   

Yet will I not neglect thee also lusty Lombard lord.  
Thou Siquus warrior strong, and with thy few of joint accord  
Sir Supave from whose helmet crests rise feathered wings of swan,  
Your slaundrindg grew of love, your cognisance your sire began.  
For Tignus (as men say) when he for Phaeton mourning made  
Among the popler bows, and underneath his sister's shade,  
Whiles whewling sad he sat, and long lamenting sang for love:  
All feathered white with down, hoar age did him from man remove.  
Than Swan he left his lands, and followed stars with voice above.  
His son with equal bands accompanied with fléeting ships,  
His monstrous Centaur shoves with oars, she huge with tugging trips,  
And to the water threatening stone she shows, with strength men pull  
The unwieldy weight in waves, & deep seas long she shears with hull.  
Eke from his native country coasts great strength sir Ocus took,  

Mantua of Mantus.  Of Mantus destiny speaker, and the son of Tuscan brook.  
Which gave thee Mantua walls, and of his mother made the name  
Of graundsiers Mantua rich, but all of one descent not came.  
Three nations rule she doth, and under them four people's good,  
She prince on people's sits, her strength proceeds from Tuscan blood.  
Five. C. knights from thence against himself Mezentius arms,  
Them Mintius lake, Benacus child, whom grey reeds close beswarmes,  
Sent forth to seas in Pinetre ships, full strong to venge their harms.  
Than grave Auletes went, and with his hundred beating oars  
He topsy turnes up streams, the marble foams reboils at shores.  
Him Tryton cumbrous bore, that galleon blew with whelkid shell,  
Whose wrinckly wreathed slew, did fearful shrill in seas outyell,  
He swum with swimging sides, and bresled hairy rough from haunch,  
His face like mankind shows, but foul in fish decay his paunch.  
His monstrous salvage limbs through froth, through foam with flushing launch,  
So many chosen lords in thréetimes ten of ships did slide  
To new Troy fast for aid, and salt sea foam with brass divide.   

And now the day departed was from heaven, and hie with wheels  
Night wandering dame Diane did midskie beaten with palfreys heels.  
Aeneas (for in cark to rest onhis limbs it naught prevails)  
Himself at stern he sits, he guides his helm, he serves his sails.  

The ships of Aeneas transformed into Mermaids met him on the way.  To him in mids his way, th'assembly fair of ladies white,  
Sometime his mates that were from ships transformed creatures bright,  
To whom great power of seas Queen Berecinthia did commit:  
They joining sweetly swum, and sweeping salt sea scum did flit.  
As many just as ships with brazen stems did stand at shore.  
They knew from far their king, and sporting danced his fleet before.  
Of whom the talker best, Cymodocee by name that height:  
With right hand held his puppe, even hard at back, and bolt upright  
She breast high shows herself, than fair in sight she clear apéerd,  
With left-hand couching waves, and smooth herself she understéerd.  
Than him unwares she speaks, now wakest thou? wakest thou gods elect?  
Aeneas wake (qd she) and sails to bowling ropes object:  
We were thy sacred trees, on Ida mount sometime that grew,  
Now salt sea maids we been, thy fleet of late, when force untrue  
Of Turnus' king, would us, with swords and flames have quite consumed:  
Unwillingly thy bands we broke, and thus far have presumed  
To seek thee through the streams, in this form us our Lady put,  
Lamenting thy mischance, and made us Mermaids seas to cut,  
In water lives to lead, from whence non age us out can shut.  
Thy child Ascanius in walls with deep trench is beset  
Amids thy mortal foes, and Latins grim that armours fret.  
Euanders' horsemen safe at place commanded keeps the lands,  
Conjoint with Tuscan strength, to set against them half his bands  
(Jest force to thee they join) king Turnus full determined stands.  
Arise, go to, and in the dawning first call forth thy mates,  
In armour first appear, and take that shield which broad in plates  
The fiery puissant god unuict, gave thee with golden grates.  
This morrow morning next (if thou believest I speak not vain)  
Shalt slaughters huge behold of Rutils' bloods by heaps down slain.  
She said, and in departing she with right-hand pup did shove,  
In sort as well she knew, the ship than strait in streams above:  
Fled swifter forth than swiftest dart, or shaft that pierceth wind.  
Than others mend their course, himself unwares astonied in mind,  
The Trojan prince did muse, yet with good luck men's hearts he cheers:  
Than shortly thus he prayed, beholding round the zodiac spheres.  
Almighty mother of gods, in whose great mercy Troy yet sits,  
That rul'st both towns and towers, and lions yolkst with bridling bits:  
Thou be my patron prince, my guide in fight now prosperous stand  
To Troy good gracious dame, confirm thy signs with mightful hand.  
These only words he said, and in this while the grey day light  
Returning ripe appéerd, and darkness far did chase of night.  
First to his mates he bids, that they their standars shall pursue,  
With armour match their minds, and wait for fight in order due.  
And now in sight his Trojan camp he hath, and views their field,  
Advancing stout on puppe, in lifthand than his glistering shield  
Vplifting large he shows, the Troyans' gave to stars a cry,  
Vpmounting on their walls, hope kindlith wrath with comfort nigh:  

joy for succour.  Their weapons up they throw, as in the clouds done herds of craws  
With crockling casting signs, when long in are they launch like lanes,  
When southwind first they flee, and glad with sounds their joy proclaims.   

But these to Rutil king, and Latin lords great marvels were,  
Till toward shore they look, than fleets arriving bustling there  
They saw, and under ships the seas all covered show no where.  
His topright crest it burns, and flame forth sparkling high from head  
Duthelching spouts forth beams, his goldbright shield fire perbrakes read.  
None otherwise, than when by nighttime nesh some blazing star  
All bloodred sanguine shows, and louring looks on men from far:  
He not for creatures wealth, but sores, and droughts, and sickness strange:  
Doth springe, and sad with frowning sour due light from skies death change.  
But not from Turnus' bold did courage aught or hope remove  
To sand them loof from land, or from the shore with force to shove.  
He cheereth their spirits which speech, and of himself to his men doth cry.   

That ye have long desired, so here hit is with sword to try,  
Even to your hands is Mars descended sirs, let each man needs  
Now think on wife, on house, your lives, your lands, the valiant deeds,  
And honour of your ancestors, encounter then at land  
Whilst fearful they come forth, and their first steps do sag in sand.  
Fortune is friend to ventures, and cowards hateth most.  
When this was said: he doth devise, who shall defend the ceased,  
And who shalt still the Trojan walls besiege with armed host.   


❧ ❧  Therwhyles Aeneas from his lofty ships his mates to shore  
By planks conveys, but diverse stay till flood the sea restore.  
And some by setters short, to set themselves to land apply,  
And some by oars. 
Duke Tarchon.  Tarchon, the coast along doth search, and fry,  
Where he ne ford doth found, ne noise of broken surges hears.  
But when the calmed sea to swell by force of tide appears:  
He quickly wends his ship, and to his mates request doth make.  
O chosen crew, now to your sturdy oars yourselves betake.  
Hallawe, set forth your ships, and with the beaks cleave out of hand  
This enemies shore, let weight of keel turn up, and cut the land.  
Myself do not refuse in such a road my ship to break,  
If once the shore I might obtain. These words no sooner speak  
Did Tarchon but his mates arise in oars, till Latin ground  
The foaming ships do touch & keels echwhere dryland have found.  
Their beaks do reach the land, and sand with earth therein they sound.  
Where all in salftie sit, save bark, oh Tarchon, thine alone.  
For whilst on sands it smits', and strikes on banks of beach and stone,  
uncertain on which side to fall, and surges sore it beats:  
It splittes in twain, and men in midst of waves, and water wéetes.  
Whom broken oars, batches, and fléetinge stives of board, and beam,  
Do stay, and ebb pulls back their feet again into the stream.   

Ne Turnus' sluggish sloth doth stay, but fierce with speed he bends  
'Gainst Troyans all his power, and on the shore against them tends.  
They blow alarm. Aeneas' first the rustic sort sets on  
For happy hansils sake, and Latynes lays the ground upon.  
Where Thereon took his bane, the mightiest man in all the field  
That set upon Aeneas, 
thereon slain.  whom with sword through brazen shield,  
And through his golden plated jacke he thrust into the side.  

Lycus.  Then Lycus next, from mother's womb cut forth whereof she died,  
Sacred, oh Phoebe to thee, who might in youth have shunned before  
Wars doubtful haps. And Cisseus hard, not pausinge anymore,  
With cruel Gias, who with clubs the ranks to ground did bear:  
He sent to death. Naught Hercles' arms which they in fight did wear,  
Naught might their valiant hands, ne sire help that Melampus, was  
Alcides' mate, whilst he on earth his travels great did pass.  
To Pharon lo, with boasting talk who doth himself advance:  
Into his gaping mouth his hugy dart he threw by chance.  
And thou likewise, with yellowish tender down on cheeks in prime  
While Chtius dost pursue, Cydon, in an unhappy time:  
By Trojan hand yslaine, quite careless of thy wented love  
To boys still borne, poor wretch the force of woeful death shouldst prove,  
Had not a troup of brothers rescued thee, sir Phorcus seed,  
Who seven were in tale, and seven darts they cast indeed,  
Whereof some from his shyeld, some from his helmet back do fly  
In vain, and Venus noble dame directeth some awry  
As they were thrown. Aeneas then to trusty Achates spoke.   


He hartneth himself by remembrance of former  Reach me my darts (for none in vain with right-hand he did shake  
Against the Rutils) which sumtime in Greetian bodies ran  
In Trojan fields, a mighty spear he ketcheth quickly than,  
And throws it forth, which flying strikes of Moeons shield the brass,  
And piercing through, with breast plate strong into his breast doth pass.  
To whom Alcanor steps, and brother his from falling stays  
With his right-hand, through whose arm straight the spear flies forth his  
And all with blood imbrued his course he képes yet still amain, ways,  
The arm from shoulder hangs, stayed up by sinews one or twain.  
Then Numitor from out his brother's corpse doth pull the dart,  
But leeful 'tis not sure like wound on him again t'impart.  
There through Achates thigh he forced it, 
Achates wounded in the thigh  and forth it flies.  
Then Lausus stout of limb, and trusting spears him thither hies,  
Where Driopis with sturdy lance full sore he strikes from far:  
Right underneath the chin, the bloody wound his throat doth mar,  
And with one blow, of language both and life him réues, but he  
With forehead beats the ground, and black blood spews that all may see.  
And three likewise in Thracy borne in farthest northern coast,  
Three also who of Ida's sire, and Ismara soil might boast:  
By diverse means he throws to growd. Halesus in that space  
Comes on into Aruncas hands, and of Neptunus' race  
Sprongefoorth Messapus brave with stéeds, now these, now they do strive  
In very brink of Latin land each other thence to drive.  
Like as contrary wynds amid the air that rove about  
Do fight among themselves, with equal force, and courage stout,  
Not one unto the other, not clouds, nor seas do yield a whit,  
The battle doubtful hangs, each thing adverse so close doth sit.  
None otherwise the Trojan bands, and Latin ranks they ran  
Together, setting foot to foot, and sticking man to man.   

On tother side, where as the stream of peablestones great steer  
Together rolled had, and throune down trees upon the shore:  

The. Archadians put to flight.  Th' Arcadian band whose wont was not on foot their force to try,  
When Pallas saw to Latins turn their backs, and fast to fly,  
Whom sharpness of the place had forced from horses to alight,  
The last, and only shifted which serves for men in such a plight:  
With prayers often, and often with taunts provokes them unto fight.  
O whither fly ye mates? now by yourselves, and deeds of might,  
And by your prince Euanders' name, and battles won or this,  
And by my hope which match unto your country praises is,  
Trust not unto your feet, through midst of foes a way we must  
Break forth, whereas the thickest rout of foes upon us thrust.  
This way both ye, and Pallas duke, your native soil requests.  
Not gods against us fight, 'tis mortal foe that us molests  
Mortal like us, as many souls, and hands we have as they.  
Behold, we are beset by mighty sea that stops our way,  
By land we can not fly, shall we to Troy by sea again?   

This said: into the thickst of all his foes he thrusts amain.  
And first by cruel destinies thither brought he meeteth straight  
With Lagus, 
Pallas slaughters after his exhortation.  whom whilst he pulls at a stone of hugy weight:  
With bended weapon sticks, in middle space the rib between  
As backbone would permit, and forth he pulls the spear agéene  
Fast sticking in the bones, on whom fir Hisbon falls not just  
Though so he hoped, for whilst in furious rage to ground he rushed  
Unwares of fellows chance: with cruel death him Pallas flew,  
And soon his mighty sword quite through his wellinge lungs he drut.  
At Helen next he goes, of Rhoetes eke ancient stock offpred  
Anchemolus, that durst with incest file his stepdame's bed.  
And you likewise oh Twins, your fall in Rutil fields you took  
Of Daucia imps, Larid, and Timber, who most like did look,  
And scarce could be discerned, to parents a most sweet deceat.  
But Pallas now unto you both hath difference given great.  
For why oh Timber, thy head of, Euanders' sword did strike,  
Thy ryghthand Larid, which was strooken of, 
Tymbes slay.  thy corpse did seek,  
And fingers half a live do move, and weapons down let fall.   

Th' Arcadians thus heartened on, and viewing therewithal  
His valiant deeds: both grief, and shame do them to battle call.  
Then Pallas soon sir Rhoeteus, which in charet fled him buy  
Throughgirdes, and tarience like he gives to Ilus or he die.  
For he at Ilus did from far direct a mighty dart,  
On Rhoeteus which, (between that came) did light, and strake his heart.  
Whiles Teuthra thee, and brother Tyren thine he flies, who réeles  
Down from his charet, beating Rutil ground with both his heels.  
And like as wisshedly, when winds in summer season blow,  
The shepherd doth his fires, in divers parts of woods bestow,  
Who quickly taking hold, together jointly run apace  
Through largest fields, sir Vulcan's power doth take his cruel race.  
He like a conqueror sits, and lusty fires doth look upon:  
None otherwise their fellows force together meets in one,  
Which Pallas, thee delights. And stout Halesus fierce in field  
Sticks such as do withstand, and close defends himself with shyeld.  
He Ladon sleyes, and Pheretus, and Domodocus quite,  
Strimonius right-hand eke he soon strikes of, with sword full bright  
Reached to his throat, and Thoas face he batters with a stone,  
And gory bloody brains together dasshes with the bone.  
The father telling things to come: in woods Halesus hid.  
But when to ancient sire, cold death his hoary eyes undid:  

Destinies.  The destiny's hands laid on his twine, and him bequeathed they  
Unto Euanders' arms, whom Pallas, meeting: first doth pray.  
Grant, father Tiber to this Dart, which here in hand I rest,  
Goodfortune, and a ready way into Halesus breast.  
This armour, and the spoils of this the man thine Oak shall have.  

Covetousness cast him a way.  The god did grant. Halesus whilst Imaons' spoils would save:  
Unhappily his bared breast yields to Arcadian steel.   

But Lausus, at so worthy man's death suffereth near adéele  
His ranks to fear, himself the greatest part of war, and right  
Against him Abas sleyes, the force, and stay of all the fight.  
Down falls th' Arcadian brood to ground, Hetruscan youth is slain,  
And you O Troyans' of the Greeks unhurt, there take your bain.  
The ranks together run, with captains match, and equal might,  
The rerwards fast approach, so that the throng in midst of fight  
Ne weapons wield, 
Compartson between Pallas, and Lausus  ne hand they can. Pallas fore urgeth here,  
There Lausus, youths, that very much of semblant age appear,  
Of passing beauty both, to whom fell fortune had denied  
Their countries more to see, and jove that all the world doth guide  
Would not consent that they together meet their force to try.  
But unto each their chance remains through greater foe to die.   

Therewhile juturna fair, 
juturna sister to Turnus.  her brother Turnus puts in mind  
To rescue Lausus, he through midst of routs flies swift as wind.  
When he beheld his mates: leave of from fight, he says, anon,  
Myself will Pallas match, for Pallas unto me alone  
Belongs: whose father present here I wish he were to view.  
This says: his mates thus charged, with speed themselves from field withdrew  
At Rutils' quick departure thence, and charge so full of pride,  
The youth much marvelling, stoond at Turnus stands, & eyes doth glide  
His mighty corpse upon, and sharply each thing he doth behold  
And thus replies unto the king with words, and courage bold.  
Ether I for princely spoils, will praise deserve, well wooune in fight:  
Or for a noble death, my sire esteems of both aright.  
Leave of thy threats. Thus said: he forth procée des amidst the plain,  
A chilly cold th' Archadians hearts do feel through every vain.  
From charet Turnus leaps, and forth on foot he draws him nigh.  
Like as a Lion fierce, when on a mount he stands on high,  
And spies from far in fields a bull prepare himself to fight:  
He thither hies, such was the look of Turnus' coming, right.  
Whom when he thinks within the reach of his darts cast to be:  
Then Pallas first drew near, good fortunes aid at need to see,  
Although in strength not match, and thus to lofty skies he said.  
By harbour of my fathers, and to thee stranger tables spread  
Alcides, I thee pray, good fortune to my purpose give,  
Half dead that he may see me of his armour him berive,  
And Turnus or he die behold me stoutly win the field.   

Alcides' heard the youth, and from his heart within doth yield  
A woeful grievous groan, and frust rate tears let's fall amain.  
Then jove with friendly words his son recompforts thus again.  
Each man's day stands prefixed, time short, and swift with curelesie breech▪  
Is lotted all man kind, but by their deeds their fame to stretch:  
That privilege virtue gives. Under the lofty walls of Troy  
Full many sons of gods were slay, yea Sarpedons annoy,  
My childes was there ywrought. Turnus likewise his desinies call,  
And to his sixed term of granted life run forth he shall.  
This much he said, and strait his eyes to Rutil fields down bends.  
And Pallas then with mighty force an hugy spear forth sends,  
And glittring sturdy sword from hollow scabbard out doth pull,  
That flies, and where the armour on his shoulders rises, full  
It lights, and passing forth along on brim of bucklar bright:  
At length it doth on part of Turnus' hugy body light.   

Then Turnus, aiming long in hand a dart of sturdy oak  
Well typt with steel, at Pallas forth it flung, and thus he spoke,  
Lo, see if that our dart be sharper than thy weapon was.  
He said: and through so many linings forged of iron, and brass,  
And through so many folds of hides of bulls there laid about,  
The whirling head through shield at one blow beats a passage out.  
And gorgets force throughgirds, and glides into his mighty breast.  
In vain the warmed weapon he from the wound doth quickly wrist,  
For by the self same way both blood, and soul their passage take.  
He falls upon the wound, and armour falling noise doth make,  
And dying, 
Panllas is slay.  with his bloody face falls on his enemies ground.  
On whom thus Turnus sitting, says:  
Ye Archades (quoth he) these words see faithfully ye tell  
evander to, I sand his sun as he deserveth well.  
What honour of the grave, what comfort is in burial most:  
I grant, no little price Aeneas harbour him shall cost.  
He said, and then anon his lift foot to the corpse he reight  
Stark dead, and quickly pulls away his belt of hugy weight,  
With this foul fact therein expressed, 
The story of Danaides that slew their husbands. An admonition not to be puffed up in prosperity.  how on the wedding night,  
A troype of youths were slay, and beds imbrued with bloody spite.  
Which good Eurytion did sometime engrave in massy gold.  
This booty Turnus vaunts him of, and joys he doth it hold.   

Unskilful is man's mind of chance to come, and future fate,  
And knows no mean to keep, once raised a fit in happy state.  
To Turnus' time shall come, when he shall wish he dearly bought  
That Pallas were untouched, these spoils, and very day in thought  
Shall hate. His mates with woeful dole, and bitter tears him lay  
Upon a shield, and Pallas thence they carry thick away.  
O grief, and honour great that to the father will remain.  
This day thee first braught to the wars, this took thee thence again.  
Yet dost thou leave behind thee hugy heaps of Rutils' slain.   

By this time had no vain report hereof, but trusty post  
In haste unto Aeneas told, in what distress his host  
Did stand, that time it was his vanquishst Troyans' for to aid.  
Each thing next down he mows to ground, 
Aeneas waxeth wood for the death of Pallas,  and forth away he laid  
Cut with his sword amid the ranks, thee Turnus' proud to find  
For slaughter new, Pallas, evander eke he bears in mind,  
And still in sight they stand, and tables which in gestred wise  
He first approached, and righthands given. And straight he there espies  
Four valiant youths at Sulmo borne, and four which ufens bred,  
Whom thence he hales alive, and offers up unto the dead,  
And burning bonefier flames he all bedews with captive blood.  
At Mago next, when as a spear he threw a far that stood:  
By stooping he escapes, the quivering spear forth flies his ways.  
Then suppliant on the ground his knees embracing: thus he says.  
Now by thy father's ghosts, and by julus hope, I thee  
Beseech preserve this wretched life both to my son, and me.  
An haughty house I have, wherein there lies deep hid in ground  
Great sums of silver coined, 
Aeneas is tempted with money but nothing could appease him after that Pallas was slay.  of gold likewise full many a pound  
Some fasshiond, and some not, in me ne Trojan conquest lie  
Doth not, my selly life can not so great adventures try.  
He said, 'gainst whom Aeneas thus replies with words full fell.  
These sums of silver, and of gold whereof thou late didst tell:  
Keep for thy children, Turnus first these customs took a way  
Of war, when he erewhiles in cruellwyse did Pallas slay,  
This doth Anchises soul, this doth julus understand.  
And speaking thus, his helmet fast he roughly reached with hand,  
And bended down his neck by force, and treating still for life:  

Mago is fleyne.  Into his throat he thrust up to the hilt his fatal knife.   

Not far, Aemonides, to Phoebus, and Diana priest,  
Whose head with mitre bound, and sacred stoales was bravely dréest,  
All glittringe in attire, and well beséene in armour fair,  
Whom meeting: out the field doth chase, and standing on him there  
Doth offer up, and covers with his shade. Serestus takes  
The armour up, thereof to thee a monument, Mars, he makes.   

The ranks do then restore sproonge forth of Vulcanus noble seed:  
Sir Coeculus, and Vmbro, that came from Marsi hills indeed.  
Ganst whom Aeneas stands in rage, and soon strikes of ground  
Anxurus left arm and therewith falls to earth his bucklar round.  
The same some lofty words had spoken, and those he firmly thought  
In time should take effect, his mind perhaps to heaven he reached.  
And promyst to himself hoar hears, and race of many years.  
Sir Tarquitus on tother side, that brave in arms appears,  
Whom Dryop Nymph sometime had borne to Faunus' sylvan god,  
With him thus raging meets, who with his lance in length full odd:  
His breastplate, and his shield of hugy weight he breaks in twain,  
And straight his head, that now gins to pray, but all in vain  
He swappes to earth, and down to ground the corpse yet warm he kest,  
Whereon he stoutly stood, and thus he spoke with hateful breast.  
O terrible now lie there, thy noble mother shall not have  
Thy corpse for to entumbe, or lay thy bones in native grave.  
To fowls thou shalt be left, or surging sea shall bear away  
Thee to the hungry fish, a very sweet, and dainty pray.   

Antaeus, and sir Lycus eke, king Turnus vowards, he  
Pursueth straight, with Numa strong, and brown Camertes thee  
Of valiant Volscens borne, most rich of ground in Latin land  
Of all that were, 
Amycli, men of few words.  and whist Amicles sceptre held in hand.  
Like as Briareus, who an hundred arms had, as men say,  
And eke an hundred hands, and fifty mouths wherewith alway  
Fire from his breast he spit, when jove against him lightning threw,  
So many bucklers up he held, so many swords he drew.  
None otherwise Aeneas conqueror chafes the field about,  
When once his sword wart warm, but lo against Niphoeus stout,  
His charet horse against, and eke his breast his course he took.  
But when the horse espied him coming far with eager look:  
For fear they do retire, and foundringe backward down full sore  
They throw their lord to ground, and draw the charet to the shore.  
In charet drawn with milkewhite stéds comes riding in that tide  
Sir Lucagus, with Liger that his brother's horse doth guide.  
There Lucagus full fierce his naked sword about doth glide.  
Aeneas then no longer could their frantic rage forbear,  
But to them hies, and up in sight he holds an hugy spear.  
To whom thus Liger speaks:  
Not Diomedes horse, not yet Achilles' charet here  
Thou seist, nor Trojan fields, now end of war, and life so dear  
Thou in this land shalt found. These Bedlam words of Ligers joy  
Abroad fly forth at large, howbeit the noble prince of Troy,  
Means not with words to wage but forth a dart at him he kest,  
As Lucagus down stoops to fetch his stroke with weapon priest,  
And forth his horse doth beat, and liftfoote quickly putting out  
Prepares himself to fight: the lance by thutmost brim about  
Of glittering shield slides by, and way into his flank it found.  
He beaten from his charet falls half dead unto the ground.  
To whom then good Aeneas prince with bitter language says.   

O Lucagus, no slow flight 'tis of horse that thee betrays,  
Ne yet no ghost, nor dreadful shape of foes enforced thee fly.  
For thou thyself thy charet lefts, downeleapinge from onhye.  
This said: the charet reigns he takes, the other brother cries,  
And holding up his hands on earth fallen from the charet lies.  
Now by thyself, and parents which thee bred so worthy a wight,  
Sir Trojan spare my life (I pray) from dreadful deaths despite.  
And praying more, Aeneas thus replies. Such words of late  
Thou didst not speak, now die, and part take of thy brother's fate.  
The harbour of his soul, his breast forthwith he pierced with blade.  
And many a valiant slaughter more about the field he made,  
The Trojan duke when here, and there he ran in furiouswyse,  
Much like a rumminge stream, or when a whirlwind black doth rise.  
Ascanius' young at length comes forth abroad into the plain,  
With all the youth, and tents they leave that were beseydge in vain.   

Then jupiter therwhiles, 
jupiter to juno.  to juno speaking thus he bows.  
O sister mine, and eke the same to me most loving spouse.  
As thou didst think, dame Venus (for deceived thou art not sure)  
The Trojans wealth sustains, else wars they might not thus endure.  
In hands no force, in hearts no might they have, no pains abide  
They could, unless sum heavenly wight did them support, and guide.  
To whom thus juno lowly then, most fairest lord, 
junos' reply  and king,  
Why dost thou grieve me still, & ay with words great dreading bring?  
Such force in love as I have had of yore, or aught to have  
If now I had: thou shouldst not stick to grant that I do crave,  
Omnipotent since thou art, both Turnus now from fight to take,  
And him for ever self to ancient Daunus sire to make.  
howbeit now let him dye, and yield his blood to Trojans hands.  
Yet in direct descent of kind of gods he rightly stands.  
Pilumnus fourth is from his sire, thy temples largely he  
With gifts adorned hath, which furnysht well with presents be.  
To whom Olympus heavenly king again doth briefly spéeke.  
If stay of present death, or time for mortal youth you seek,  
Which so you think I may determe: take Turnus then away,  
And do by flight, his dangers priest which destinies threat, delay.  
So long I am content he live, but if you farther crave,  
By subtle treaty sure redress of all this war to have,  
Or that the fates may altered be: your hope is spent in vain.  
To whom the juno whining ripe. In word which you ne deign,  
What if you that in heart would grant, and Turnus life prolong?  
But guiltless now an heavy end him bides, or would I wrong  
Did judge, and O with neadlesse fear I were deceived quite,  
And thou which canst: these things a new wouldst turn to better rite.   

When she these words had spoken, 
juno lady of storms and clouds  from heaué on high she down descends.  
And with her brings a winter storm, and clouds about her bends.  
And to the Trojan host, and Laurent tents she fast doth high.  
And there an hollow cloud, a forceless shadow, by and by,  
Much like Aeneas shape (a thing most strange, and rare to see)  
Even so all those 'gainst whom Mezentius hath just cause of ire.  
None hath the heart in equal fight to meet him hand to hand,  
But throwing darts, and raising hugy noise aloof they stand.  
He fearless looks about, and doubts whichway his course to make,  
And gnasshes with his teeth, and on his back their darts doth take.   

From ancient coasts of Coritus, a Graetian Acron height  
There came, who promised wife, and wedding had forsane by flight.  
Whom when Mezentius sees, amid the ranks move stur, and strife:  
In purple plumes full brave, and scarlet weed of promised wife.  
Like as an hungry lion, about the forest round doth prance,  
(So hunger mad constrains) if he a rowebuck swift by chance,  
Or else as Sore may found, whose tender horns begin to rise:  
He ramps for joy, and wide he gapes, and up his brestles flies,  
And falls upon him close, and straight he baths in gory blood  
His greedy jaws:  
Mezentius so him hies against his foes in hasty mood.  
Unhappy Acron falls to ground, and earth with heels doth beat,  
Whilst up he yields the ghost, and spear not broken with blood doth wet.  
Ne sir Orodes would he deign, that thence apace did fly  
To cast to ground, ne at his back his trembling dart to wry.  
But full in face him meets, and man for man with him doth fight,  
Inferior in deceat, but not in deeds of martial might.  
On him then prostrate on the earth both setting foot, and spear,  
Of war no portion small, lo tall Orodes lieth there.  
His mates again a doubled sound sendforth with joyful heart,  
He diing speaks: sure unrevengd my death what ever you art,  
Thou shalt not found, ne long enjoy, like destinies thee do call,  
And where I lie, these very fields shall see thy fatal fall.  
To whom Mezentius smiling, mirt with anger, answered then.  
Thou now shalt die, as touching me: the father of gods, and men.  
Look he to that, and with that word the spear from corpse he drew.  
Unto his eyes doth bitter rest, and deadly sleep ensue,  
With ay continuing night, and never more the day to view.  
Then Caedicus sir Alcathous sleies, Hidaspes eke at length  
Is by Sacrator slay, Parthenius eke by Rapo, in strength  
Right rough likewise sir Orses, and Messapus réeves of breath,  
Sir Clonius strong, Ericates Lycaonius sends to death.  
Who now by fall offrantike jade lies on the ground, the same  
A footman him now sieyes on foot, and who from Argos came  
Sir Lycius, him against of grandsires force not frustrate quite:  
Brave Valerus down doth throw, sir Sale Antronius kills in fight.  
And him Nealces sleyes in casting darts of noble skill,  
And could from very far strike with an arrow what he william.   

The grievous fight like sorrows now, & mutual deaths had wrought,  
Each others slew, and they themselves were soon to slaughter brought,  
Both conquerors and the conquered sort, ne these will fly, ne they.  
The Gods from Ioues supernal house their bootless wrath do way,  
And pity on both parts takes, and on poor mortals heavy plight.  
On th'oneside Venus fair looks down, on th'other juno bright  
And pale Tisiphone frets, and fumes in thickst amid the fight.  

Tisiphone which signifieth desire of revenge.  Mezentius fierce a mighty dart then shaking in his hand,  
Comes flying to the field, much like Orion great from land  
When he on foot through midst of deepest seas, and surges walks,  
And cuts a way through lakes, and to the shoulders in waters stalks.  
Or when an ancient Oak from highest hills he home doth fetch,  
And walking on the ground his lofty head the clouds doth retch.  
Even so Mezentius fierce in monstrous armour in comes he.  
Aeneas strait when him within the ranks afar doth see:  
Prepares against to go, but he awhit not dreading stays,  
Until his foe approach, his mighty corpse he there doth pays.  
And measuring with his eye the space how far his dart could glide:  
This right-hand this of mine, and flying lance which here I guide,  
Be happy God to me I pray, and here a vow I make,  
The spoils which now from of the corpse of this same thief I take:  
Thou for a monument, Lausus, shalt enjoy, he said, a lance  
Then strait casts forth, that flies, and from Aeneas shield doth glance,  
And worthy author strake, and twixt his ribs and guts it went.  
author to sir Alcides' mate, that was from Argos sent,  
And to evander clave, and ancient italy town possessed:  
With others wound unhaply falls, and face to heaven he kest,  
And yielding up the ghost, sweet Argos often doth call to mind.   

Aeneas then a dart doth cast, that flies as swift as wind.  
And where the hollow boss about with threefold plates of brass,  
With linen linings, and with threefold playtes of bulleshide, was  
Well lined: the whirling dart through flies, and in his flank doth light,  
No force might it withstand. He gladly draws his falchion bright  
That hung down by his side, when Tyrrhen blood he doth espy.  
And to him trembling all in rage he quickly draweth nigh.  
Then Lausus for his father's chance doth moan in piteouswise,  
When he the deed beheld, and plenty tears ran down his eyes.  
This hateful hap of death, and eke those valiant facts of thine,  
(If later Time thereto to credit give do not repine:)  
Thy passing deeds, O noble Youth, in silence shall not lie.  
Mezentius hurt retires, and back unwieldy fast doth high,  
And with his shield his enemies spear also with him he drew.  
Forth Lausus sprang, and straight himself amid the weapons threw.  

The sun came to rescue the father.  And now his right-hand up he cast, his mighty stroke he fet:  
When under Aeneas sword he comes, and it with stay doth let.  
Their mates with mighty noise, and shout, this worthy deed pursue.  
And hid with Lausus shield the father himself from thence withdrew.  
And darts they thick do throw, and foes from far provoke to fight.  
Aeneas raging frets, and shields himself with bucklar bright.  
And like as when a cloud, fulfraught with hail to ground doth fall,  
The ploughmen do from out the fields with speed convey them all,  
The husbandmen thence high, the wayfaring man some harbour takes:  
A rivers bank, or hollow stony cliff his succour makes,  
Whilst down it poweres, that when the Sun returns again to sight:  
To wonted travail fall, and labour lately left they might.  
So stands Aeneas still, with weapons on each side oppressed,  
On him whilst that this cloud of war, and raging all doth rest.  
And Lausus then begins to check, and Lausus thus to threat.   

Whether desperate run'st? & dost attempt things for thy power to great?  
This foolish love of thine hath thee unskilful quite forlorn.  
And he likewise on th'otherside, no less doth brag, and scorn.  
Unto the Trojan prince great fury now in breast doth reign,  
And destinies had the vital thread of Lausus cut in twain.  
For through his bulck Aeneas soon his mighty falchion drove,  
And hide it in him whole, his shield, and all his armour clave,  
His coat also his mother which of soft fine gold had knit,  
And filled his bosom full of blood, his life away doth flit,  
And sorrowful to the souls doth haste, and body leaves behind.  

Aeneas pitieth him, for he 〈◊〉 Anchi●… 〈◊〉.  But when he saw his face which now to ghastly death resignid,  
His face which pale in wondrous sort did look: he woeful stands,  
And pitifully bewails, and up with grief doth cast his hands.  
The semblant deep of father's love comes eft into his mind.  
What praises due oh youth, shall I for these thy merits found?  
What may Aeneas work so worthy a nature to requite?  
Thine armour keep, wherein always thou tookest thy most delight.  
Thy soul unto thy grandsires ghosts, thine ashes to the grave  
I sand, if that thy friends hereof a due regard will have.  

Moore honourable to be slay by a noble conqueror.  This onethinge yet a comfort to thy doleful death shallbe,  
That great Aeneas thee hath sleine. His fellows staggringe he  
Much blames, and up the corpse he lifts, begoaring all with blood  
The curious kembed locks, as then the finest fashion stood.   

Therwhiles his father on the bank of Tiber noble flood.  
His wounds with water wipes, and feeble body there doth rest  
Against a bending tree, his brazen helmet, and his crest:  
Far of hangs on a bough, his armour great lies on the grass,  
And chosen youths about him stand, he pants for breath, and as  
He feeble was, his neck doth ease, his beard hangs down on breast.  
And much on Lausus he inquires, his mind can take no rest,  
And many forth unto him sends from fight him to recall,  
And of his father's careful heart him to inform withal.  
Then Lausus dead his mates bring home with grief and doubled pain.  
lamenting sore so mighty a man, so mighty a wound had slain.  
The mind that mischief did abode, his sun afar did know.  

Mezentius lamentation for Lausus death.  His hoary hears with filthy dust he daubs, and up doth throw  
Both hands unto the heavens, and fast unto the corpse doth cleave.  
O sun, had I such lust here still to live, ne life to leave,  
That I should thee to cruel enemies rage objected see,  
Whom I begat? and with thy blood preserved alive to be,  
Thus living by the death? To me poor wretch doth naught remain,  
Save exile sharp, a bitter wound my woeful heart hath slain.  
And I (my sun) thy noble name with foul reproach have stained,  
Pull'st forth through spite from princely throne, & place where father rained:  
Due punishment have well deséerud, at countries hands to dye  
All kinds of death, which (but to gloze) I cannot sure deny.  
Howbeit, as yet, I live, ne men, ne light I do forsake,  
But shorty so will do, and with that word: he doth betake  
Him to his wounded thigh, whereon he stands in painful case.  
The deeply strooken wound doth 'cause him much to slack his pace.  
But naught in courage quailed for steed he calls, his only stay,  
And only comfort still that was, whereby he went away  

He speaketh to his horse.  Still conqueror from the field, and to his steed began to cast.  
O Rhoebus, long (if aught to mortal men be long at all)  
We lived have, this day with bloody spoils return again:  
Or with Aeneas head thou shalt, and so of Lausus pain  
Revenger be with me, or else if force no way can find:  
With me together shalt be slain, since thou of valiant kind,  
Canst not abide (I think) a strange, or Trojan lord to know.   

This said: upon the wonted back himself he doth bestow.  
And each hand straight he arms with deadly dart, and piercing spear.  
The brazen helmet glittering shineth, and crest of horses hear,  
And swift he throngs into the thickst, great shame heart doth fret  
Deep lodged within, and madness mixed in breast with sorrow great,  
And love incensed with rage, and privy touch of enemies might.  
Then thrice Aeneas there with mighty noise he calls to fight.  
Aeneas knew his voice, and glad in mind began to pray.  
The king of Gods, Apollo eke do grant thou say not nay,  
To deal with me in fight.  
This much he said, and with an hugy spear him strait doth meet.  
To whom then he, O cruel wretch with threats why dost thou greet,  
Since thou my Sun hast slain? this was the next, and only way  
For thee to frame my fatal fall, and weave my last decay.  
No love to loathsome light I bear, for life I do not care,  

He regardeth not the gods.  Nor is there any of the Gods whom I regard, or spare.  
Leave of, I come to die, but first this gift to thee I bring.  
He said: and straight a quivering dart against his foe doth fling.  
Then forth another, and then another he throws, and round doth ride  
A mighty race, the golden shield can well their force abide.  
And thrice the Career round about him standing in the field  
In casting forth his darts he road, the Trojan lord his shield  
Thrice carrieth round, with cruel wood of darts quite overspread.   

But when he shames so long to stay, so many a sticking head  

For he on foot, fought against an horseman. Mezentius falieth.  To pull away, and need compelles unequal fight to try,  
And foes incensed rage, ay bend to blood, and death doth spy,  
Much casting in his mind: at last breaks forth, and doth enforce  
A dart into the hollow temples of the warlike horse.  
Vpstandes the steed on end, and beats the air his heels withal,  
Then down he tumbling comes, and faltering on the man doth fall.  
He groveling on his face with shoulder wrist from joint there lies.  
The Trojans, and the Latins eke with clamour touch the skies.  
Aeneas flying comes, and from the sheath his blade draws out,  
And this with all he speaks. Where's now (I pray) Mezentius stout?  
Where now that cruel force of mind, and courage bold in fight?  
To whom Mezentius, when he larger breath, and heavens sight  
Had drawn, and daunted spirits began refreshed well to be:  
O bitter foe, why brag'st thou thus, and threatenest death to me?  
By slaughter is no wrong ywrought, ne came I so to fight,  
Ne did for me my Lausus dear such league, or bargain smite.  
This one thing I request, of lords if vassals grace may crave,  
My body let entombed be, I wot my subjects have  
Great hatred me against, their rage defend from me away,  
And do vouchsaufe in one self grave, my sun, and me to lay.  
He spoke: and straight the sword advised into his throat receives,  
And gushinge gory blood the life amid his armour leaves.   
DEO GRATIAS.  Inchoatum per Thomam Phaer, finitum Londini per Thomam, Twynum. 
23. Maij. 1573. Opus 7. dierum per interualla.   

The eleventh book of the Aeneidos of Virgil.  
The Argument.  
¶ Conqueror Aeneas setteth up a monument to Mars for Mezentius slain. Pallas corpse is with great pomp sent to Euanders' town. Ambassadors are sent from Latinus, to entreat for truce of twelve days, during which time they yield the duty of sepulture to their dead, on both parts. And thiswhile Venulus that was sent at the beginning of the war, to require aid of Diomedes: returneth with denial. Then Latinus destitute of hope calleth a counsel, and consulteth to sand Ambassadors to Aeneas with conditions of peace. Drances, and Turnus upon ancient hatred inveigh one at the other. Therwhiles Aeneas dividing his army in twain: sendeth his lighthorsemen before directly to the town: And he himself, with the rest of his power, marcheth through woods, and over hills towards the highest part of the town, which being once known within Laurentum town, they leave the counsel, and prepare such things as are necessary for resistance. Then Turnus understanding Aeneas intent: by spies, divideth likewise his power in twain, and giveth Messapus, and Camilla charge of the horsemen. Himself taketh the straits, wherethrough Aeneas must needs pass to the town, & there lieth in ambush. The horsemen on both sides meet, and the victory is a great while uncertain. There Camilla after many slaughters, whilst unwarely she pursueth Cloreus Cybeles' priest, moved thereto by the beauty of his armour: is by Aruns struck through with a dart. Whose death nevertheless Aruns bore not unrevenged. For not long after he was stroke through likewise with an arrow, by Opis, a Nymph of Diana's train. The Rutilians dismayed at Camillas death: commit themselves to flight, the Troyans' prepare to besiege the town. These heavy tidings being told by Acca, Camillas mate unto Turnus: leaving the ambush he hasteneth to come secure his men. Aeneas followeth after, and because the night drawing on, they could not fight: both pitch their Tents before the town.  

THe dawning day thiswhile, the Ocean sea had clearly left.  
Aeneas though some Time on those whom wars of lives had reft,  

Care over the dead, the part of a noble  His care constrains him to employ, their graves for to prepare,  

Captain and of a good man.  And now his mind, and senses all on funerals fixed are:  
To gods yet nevertheless, at rising of the morning grey,  
For conquest great obtained, his vows, and service due doth pay.  
A mighty Oak, whose boughs were quite shred of from every side,  
Upon an hill he se●s, and armour brave thereon he tied,  
The duke Mezentius spoils, a monument mighty Mars for thee.  
And fits thereto his creastes, which yet with gore blood droping be,  
And truncheons burst of spears, his breastplate in twelve places smyt,  
And in so many thrust through, and bucklar bright of brass doth fit  
To his left-hand, his blade with ivory trimmed hung down his nick.  
Then there his mates (for all the troop of lords about him thick  
There stood) rejoicing he exhorteth and thus to them 'gan say.   

A mighty deed we ended have, all fear expel away.  
Here now remain the spoils, and handsel of the haughty king.  
Mezentius lo here lies, whom to his death these hands did bring.  
Next go unto the king we must, and to Laurentum wall.  
Cheer up your hearts to fight, and hope the war will haply fall.  
Let lingering none unwares, so soon as ensigns we assay  
At God's commandment to remove, and youth from tents convey:  
Us hindre, or else fear from purposed fact us heartless stay.  
Therwhiles our mates, and bodies which unburied lie: to grave  
Let us betake, this only due, departed souls do crave.  
And go (qd he) these worthy wights which with their blood, this land  
For you have bought: with last rewards do honour out of hand.  
And to Euanders' sorrowful town let Pallas first be sent.  
Whom not devoid of courage stout, mishap his life hath rend,  
A dire, and dismold day hath drenched full deep in deadly lake.   

These things he weeping spoke, & forth his way to place doth take  
Where Pallas body dead Acetes autient fire did tend,  
That was Euanders' parge in youth, but not unto the end  
With like goodluck allotted was companion to his sun.  
About him servants all the rout, and troops of Troyans' run,  
And doleful dames of Troy, with hear of custom quite untrust.  
So soon as into lofty doors himself Aeneas thrust:  
A mighty skritch they raise unto the skies, 
Aeneas lamentation at the sight of dead Pallas.  and breasts they beaten.  
Witty woeful cries, and plaints resounds again the palace great.  
But when he saw the head of Pallas fair held up, his face,  
And wound in breast so smooth, broad gaping open a mighty space,  
Which Turnus lance had made: the trickling tears run down his eyes.  
O wretched lad (qd he) when lucky fortune 'gan to rise,  
Envied she thee to me? that thou our kingdom shouldst not see,  
Nor yet unto thy father's coasts as conqueror borne to be?  
Not I this promise to Evander king thy sire did make,  
When him I parted fro, and me in folded arms did take.  
And to a mighty reign me sent, and warned me what might fall,  
The men were fierce, the nation hard that I should fight with all.  
And now deceived much with frustrate hope, and vain desire,  
Perhaps he prayers makes, and altars heaps with blood, and fire.  
This youth now dead, and to no heavenly power beholding, we  
With heavy hearts do honours give that naught availinge be.  
Unhappy man, thy dear suns woeful burial shalt behold.  
These are our glad returns, and triumphs after wars so bold,  
This is the trust in me repoasd, yet sure thou shalt not see  
With shameful dastard wounds thy sun (evander) slay to be.  
Ne wish him dead whilst he did live, O grief, and sorrow most,  
How great astay Ausonia, and julus hast thou lost?   


A notable description of a warlike burial as is either of a captain, or some noble man.  When he for all these things had wept his fill, the corpse a non  
He bids them up to take, out of his army many a one,  
A thousand men in tale doth choose the funeral pomp to guide,  
And present be at father's tears, some comfort to provide,  
Though small in his so great a grief, which woeful fathers take.  
Some hurdles thick with force do frame, some do the coffin make  
Of tendre twisted twigs of trees, and slender slips of oak.  
And on those builded beds, with boughs thick shadows do provoke.  
Hereon the lad aloft on wad of country straw they lay.  
Much like a flower which virgins thumb from stalk hath nipped away,  
Whether it be tender violet, or languishing daffodil white,  
Whose glittringe hue not yet is gone, nor passing beauty bright,  
Though mother Tellus yield no sap, and strength is vaded quite.  
Two mantles then with purple fine, and gold that stiff did stand:  
Aeneas forth did bring, which once Queen Dido her one hand  
In happy state for him had made, with web of gold full small.  
The one of these upon the youth for honour last of all  
He putteth on, and locks that shallbe burnt therewith doth hide.  
And many a worthy spoil reséerud since Laurent war beside,  
He heaps thereon, and bids the spoils be borne in long array.  
And horse, and weapons adds, which from his foes he took away.  
And certain captives bound for sacrifice therewith he sent  
Unto th'infernal gods, whose blood the fires should all besprent.  
And truncheons great of spears, with armour ta'en from foes thereon,  
The captains bids to bear, with foes names fastened thereupon.  
There goes Acetes sad (good man) with store of years oppressed,  
His face eft mangling with his nails, eft bouncing of his breast  
With faintness down he falls, and corpse along on earth doth rest.  
And charets also forth they lead, imbrued with Rutil blood.  

Aeton Pallas steed.  Then Aethon next, his courser fair, beréeud of trappings stood,  
And after weeping comes, and weates his face with mighty tears.  
Some bears his spear, his helmet some, the resdue Turnus wears  
Since him he slew, the sorrowful bands of Trojans do ensue,  
And Tyrrhen captains, th' Archads eke, with weapons turned askew.  
But when this goodly train afar, was marched on the way:  
There still Aeneas stood, and mourning wise these words did say.  
The self-same woeful chance of war, doth us from hence withcall,  
Of many another valiant youth to wail the woeful fall.  
For evermore alhayle, for ever, Pallas, now adieu.  
He said no more, but to the walls his steps he straight withdrew.   

And now Ambassadors were sent from Latin town so great,  
With branch of Olive bough in hand, for licence to entreat.  
Such bodies as lay dead in fields, with mortal wounds oppressed  
For to require, that they in graves might take their final rest.  
'Gainst conquered wights, & wanting breath, no fight remains at all.  
His hosts that he would deign to spare, whom fathers he once did call.  
To whom then good Aeneas, since but just, and rightful they  
Did ask: doth licence grant, and more unto them thus doth say.  
What fortune foul, O Latins, hath you to such wars betake,  
In such a rash, and foolish sort our friendship to forsake?  
And do you leave, and licence now for men departed crave?  
Whom I do wish, that when they lieud, the same should rather have.  
Ne had I come, but destinies here a place for us did choose,  
Ne do I 'gainst your nation fight. Your king did me refuse  
To entertain, and rather clave unto king Turnus' might.  
For whom more equal it had been to try this deaths despite.  
If that with hand this war to end, and Trojans hence to shove  
He do prepare, it better were in arms with me to prove.  
Then he should live whom gods, his life, or his right-hand would spar●.  
But now departed, and for your people's burials do prepare.  
These word Aeneas spoke. They stood astoond, and nothing said.  
And each on other glauncinge often their eyes, 
Drances was great enemy to Turnus.  their mouths they stayed.  
The auntienst than that Drances height, for crime, and just desert  
With Turnus that offended was, his words thus 'gan impart.  
O peerless prince of great renown, in arms of greater fame,  
How shall I show thy praise, or to the gods compare the same?  
Thy laud for justice shall we first, or martial feats admire?  
These things unto our city we will show with great desire.  
And thee unto Latinus king, if fortune grant, will join,  
Let Turnus in some other place for leagues anew purloin.  
Moreover, and the hugy moles of fatal walls to rear  
We shallbe glad, and to that work on shoulders stones to bear.  
He ended had, with one consent the same they all allow.  
And for twelve days they Truce do take, and peace a space do vow.  
The Trojans, and the Latins mixed in woods do wander free,  
And round on tops of hills they roam, and holtes full huge that be.  
And here with stroke of mighty are the brittle ash doth sound.  
There lofty Pines that touch the stars, are thrown unto the ground.  
The mighty oaks, and Ceders smelling soot the wedges tear,  
And sturdy Cartes do crack, full heavy laden them home that bear.   

And now the flying fame of so great grief, 
Report of Pallas death cometh to Evander, and his town.  and tidings ill:  
evander woeful man, his house, and all his town doth fill,  
That Pallas was in Latium late a coquerour, did report.  
Th' Archadians run unto the gates, as is their wont sort:  
They funeral brands do bear, the ways along echwhere do shéene  
With ranks of flambinge fires, and severals make the fields between.  
The Trojan rout approaching fast do join their woeful lay.  
Whom when the ancient Dames perceived to palace take their way:  
With woeful cries, and piteous shouts the town they do .  
No force Evander then can stay, 
Euanders' woeful lamentation for his sun.  nor reason him entreat.  
But forth into the thickst he throngs, and down himself doth lay  
Upon the bear where Pallas was, and there doth weeping stay,  
And scarce unto his speech with much ado could ope the way.   

Didst not, O Pallas, thou to me thy sire this promise make,  
That charyly thou wouldst thyself to cruel war betake?  
I knew rightwell the novel pride, and glory first in fight,  
And pleasant honour won in arms: how much preveyle it might.  
O hard beginnings to lad, and sorrowful martial train,  
My sacrifice, and prayers fond to gods powrdforth in vain.  
And O most holy wife and Queen, by death thrice happy thee,  
That hast not lyeud unto this day, this wretched sight to see.  
But I by seeing this, my fatal term have passed quite,  
That father yet remain alive, and see this woeful sight.  
Moore meet had been the Trojan arms I followed had in field,  
And overwhelmed with Rutil darts, my life to death had yield.  
And only me this noble pomp, not Pallas home should bring.  
Ne should I you, O Trojans, blame, your league, ne yet the thing,  
Which we with righthandes given on both parts swore, when in my ground  
Most faithful harbour, and in court you incertaynment found.  
This chance unto mine elder years, I see, allotted was.  
But since my sun by death untimely from this life must pass:  

He is glad of revenge.  I comfort take, the Trojans since to Latium in he brought,  
So many thousand Volscans sleine, his fatal end he caught.  
Nor other funeral rites shalt thou, sun Pallas, get of me,  
Then good Aeneas, Phrygians eke, and Tyrrhenes give to thee.  
Great monuments they bring, of such as died by thy right-hand.  
And thou likewise, a mighty corpse now dead in arms shouldst stand,  
If match had been his age, and equal years like strength to thine  
Had, Turnus, made: somuch thereat I should not then repined.  
But why do I you Troyans now so long from battle stay?  
Departed, and to Aeneas king from me this message say.  
That I this loathsome life endure, since Pallas now is dead:  
Thy right-hand is the cause, which to the father's hoary head,  
And to the sun doth Turnus own, herein thou mayst deserve  
Alonely well of me, and prove thy chance. Not to preserve  
The joys of life I seek, ne doth mine age the same require.  
But to the ghosts below to bear those news is my desire.   

The morning had therwhiles to mortal men restored again  
The cheerful day, that naught to them but travels brings, and pain.  

The custom of burning the dead in eld tyme.  Aeneas then, and Tarchon joint, the crooked shore along  
Great bonfires build, the bodies thither of all their friends, the throng  
As cuntreys' custom bids do bring, and fire therunder make.  
The lofty heaven anon with thick and smutchy smoke looks black.  
And thrice about the burning fires they ran in armour bright.  
And thrice on horseback road about the fires with hollowing rite.  
And woeful wailings forth did sand, and tears letfall amain,  
Upon their weapons, and upon their harness like the rain.  
The cry of men to heaven ascends, and ratlinge Trompetes sound.  
And some the spoils of such as there lay slay of Latin ground:  
Their helmets fair into the fire, and guilden sword they threw,  
And bridles brave, and charet wheels yet warm, and some they knew,  
By others are cast in, their shields and weapons voided of luck.  
And many an ox thernigh, they done to death, and thither pluck,  
And many a brestled Boar, and cattle store the fields throughout:  
They slay and fling them in the flames, than all the shore about  
Their fellows burning they behold, and bones half brent do keep,  
And scarce from thence can be withdrawn, till moystie night that sleep  
Provokes, the heaven inturnd, and whole with stars replenished had.   

Now on the otherside in semblant sort, the Latins sad  
Innumerable bonfires built, and many a body they  
In graves deape digged bestow, and many a corpse they sand a way  
To neighbours nigh at hand, and to Lavinium town again.  
The resdue, and the hugy heap, of such as there lay slain,  
Both numbrelesse, and honourlesse they burn, the fields full wide  
With plenty flaming fires, bright shining show on every side.  
The third day had from heaven nights chyllie shade expelled away,  
When heavily the Ashes heaps which there confused lay:  
In urnal pots they put, 
They buried the ashes in pots called, Vrnae.  and smoultringe mould therein do fling.  
And now within the walls, and town of rich Latinus king,  
The greatest noise was heard, and far the worst, and woefull'st cheer,  
Of mothers, and suns wives, mixed with the plaints of sisters dear.  
And babes bereft of father's sweet, this cruel war detest,  
And Turnus promised spousals, that 'twas he above the rest  
That was in battle sought, that he his force must try in fight,  
That for Italia sceptre seeks, and honour due of right.  
These things good ancient Drances fiercely tells, and record béeres  
That Turnus 'tis alone, whom Trojan prince in fight requéeres.  
With diverse things beside, which many against him did dispute.  
Howbeit the coun●…ance of the Queen doth them at full refute.  

Ambassadors return with o●t effect from Diomedes.  The fame of many monuments ta'en do much his name advance.   

Then in these stirs, amid this tumult hot, by wondrous chance:  
Behold, from forth the mighty town of Diomedes king,  
Ambassadors with answer do return, that they nothings  
With so great travail spent, with gifts, nor gold to end have brought,  
Nor earnest prayers ta'en effect, new means there must be wrought,  
Or of the Trojan prince some league of peace there must be sought.  
With sorrow great in soundings then down falls Latinus King.  
And that Aeneas Destinies there, and power of gods did bring:  
The wrath of gods there shows, and graves fresh digged before his face.  

The manner of calling to a prince's parliament.  Wherefore assembly great, and nobles all to come in place  
By writeth he warns, and to his princely house doth them transport.  
They all do meet, and to the place each way they thick resort.  
Latinus then in midst amongst them all, of auntienst years,  
With careful countenance sits, and chief in hand his sceptre bears.  
The legates then, that from Aetola town with answer came,  
He bids declare their charge, and orderly requires the same.  
When whust was once proclaimed, and men were bid not silence break:  
Sir Venulus with duty due, thus then began to speak.   


The Ambassadors answer.  We Diomedes, O citizens, and Argive tents have seen,  
And dangers all we passed have which in that journey been.  
And we that hand have touched whereby proud Troy to ground did fall.  
His town he by name of the soil height Argyripe, doth call.  
Which there he conqueror built, in Garganus japix land.  
When in we came, and leave was given to speak where we did stand:  
Our presents up we yield, our names, and country we declare,  
Who war on us have made, and why to Arpos come we are.  
When he our message heard: with calmed speech these words 'gan say.  
O happy nations, where Saturnus king sometime bore sway,  
Ausonians ancient eke, when you your lives in quiet lead,  
What fortune caused you then the paths to straungie wars to tread?  
So many of us all, as Trojan fields with war did foil,  
(Such things I pass, as underneath the walls with woeful toil  
Were done, and whatkind men do under Simois water lie)  
The same with woeful punishment throughout the world we buy.  
And all of us great penance for that foul offence sustain.  
Whom Priam, if he lived, now of pity sure would deign.  
This doth Minerva's cruel tempest tell, Euboia rocks,  
And Caphareus revenging hill, and many deadly knocks  
Against the shore, to diverse coasts when we dispersed were.  
And Menelaus Atreus sun far hence is banished, where  
Done Proteus pillars stand, to Ulysses: Cyclops all were known.  
Neoptolems' realm what shall I say, and cities overthrown?  
Or else the Ozoly that devil on shore of Lybie land?  
Yea Agamemnon king, chief leader of the Graetian band,  
At first his coming home was by his spouse despiteful slain.  
So when he Troy had raised: Aegisthus in his seat did reign.  
And shall I show the spite of gods myself I did endure?  
When home I came in hope to found my lady chaste, and sure  
My city fair that Calidona height: Now monstrous sights  
Still conversant before mine eyes: my senses much affrights.  
For why? my mates which I have lost, the air with wings have reached.  
And turned to fowls the floods do haunt, 
Called Dio medes fowls, se Plini lib. 10.  (O plagues that I am taught  
To know of mine) and hollow cliffs with weeping voices fill.  
And since that time all other things I doubt, and fear as ill,  
When like a bedlam beast, celestial wights with steel I smit,  
And into Venus' hand a grievous wound did hastily it.  
Do not I pray, my friends, me to such battle ever call.  
For never I since first great Troy down fell by fatal fall,  
With Troyans' would have aught to do, ne doth it me delight,  
When of these mischiefs I do think, though they be finished quite.   

As for the presents which to me you bring from out your land:  
Unto Aeneas bear them back, with whom we hand to hand  
Or this have fought, and him against in open arms have stand.  
Believe me that have tried, in shield with what force he doth rise?  
And with what deadly dint his mighty spear in fight he wries?  
If that besides this man two other such Troy town had bred:  
Themselves forth to Inachus town the Trojans sure had sped.  
And Graetia with contrary fates should wail her heavy plight.  
For surely what soever stay was made in Trojan fight:  
Through Hector, 
He compareth Aeneas with Hector  and Aeneas hand the conquest still was stayed,  
Whereby that war to term of ten years complete was delayed.  
Of valiant courage both, and both in arms of worthy might.  
In godliness yet this excelled, do peace with righthandes' smigth,  
Whilst good occasion offered is, by all means do eschew  
In war with him to wage, least hapless hap do make you rue.  
And thus sir king, the answer of that mighty prince you have,  
And of this great, and woeful war the judgement that he gave.  
Scarce had the legates done, when mumbling mumminge much doth rise  
A 'mongst the Latins all, as when great stones in semblant wise.  
Some river swift do stay, the stream within doth ratlinge sound,  
And all the banks about with crackling noise again redound.  
So soon as were their minds appeased, and mouths at rest did stay:  
The king to gods first prayed, and from high throne these words 'gan say.   

Before this time, O Latins, to determine of this case  
Moore meet had been, and I myself thereof desirous was.  
And not thus at this present time, a counsel now to call,  
When foes be fast at hand, and enemies round besiege the wall.  
A bootless war, O Citizens, with stock of gods we bear,  
And with a man, whose valiant force no wars could ever wear,  
Nor weary once in fight, nor 'cause him leave though he were won.  
If in Aetolian arms some hope to put you once begun,  
Whom now for aid you call: henceforth see that reposed be  
Echones hope in himself, which how small 'tis, you all do see.  
For other things, how they on ground do lie with woeful fall  
Before your face you see, and in your hands are daily all.  
Nor do I eny man accuse, eachone hath done his best.  
The body whole of all the realm within this war was priest.  
And now at last what sentence in my doubtful mind doth lie:  
I mean to show, in few words (give ear) I will descry.  
There lies an ancient field to Tiber river near about,  
Forth butting on the west, and to Sicilia stretching out.  
Arunci, and Rutilians till the same, and hillocks smart  
With ploughs they turn, and mountains sharp to pastures do convert.  
This region whole, and hilly coast with Pines that doth abound:  
Let's for the Trojan friendship give, and equal leagues compound.  
And make them fellows in our land, and place unto them yield,  
Since that so great desire they have, and cities let them buéeld.  
But if to other coasts to cut, strange nations to assay  
They do intend, and from our land they may departed away:  
Twice ten tall ships of Itail Oak let's build them by and by,  
Or more, if so they need, the stuff by Tiber's side doth lie.  
Let them the numbered point, and for their ships the fashion show:  
And we the keels, and workmanship, and tacklinges will bestow.  
Morcover these our words to tell, and leagues of truce to frame,  
An hundred legates forth to sand to them, in Latins name:  
I think it best, 
Precious gifts of the Romans,  and Olive boughs of peace in hands to hold,  
And gifts of price to bear of ivory, with great sums of gold.  
And kingly cloth of state, and mantle, badge of all our land.  
To public wealth down torn almost, set to your helping hand.   

Then Drances wroth, 
Drances oration.  whom secret hate of Turnus fame did prick  
And fame of great exploits atchieud against him caused to kick.  
In goods right rich, but more of toongue, in war of dastard mind,  
But yet in sad, and counsel grave, not far the best behind,  
Full fit sedicous seed to raise, whom mothers noble blood  
With pride had pricked, but of his father uncertain still that stood:  
Stands up, and him in words doth blame, and aggravates with ire.  
A thing well known, and no man's help to show that doth require,  
Most mighty king you do persuade, and all do know full well  
What thing the people most desire, but that they fear to tell.  
But let him give me leave to speak, and pride lay down a side,  
By whose unhap, and dealings far from honest manners wide,  
(For speak I will, though sword to me, and cruel death he threat)  
So many valiant captains died, and all this city great  
With mourning sits amoapte, whilst Trojan tents he doth assay,  
Then takes him to his heels, and welkin wins with arms to fray.  
Among these many gifts to Troyans which you sand, one thing  
Do cause moreover likewise to be borne, O mighty king.  
Let no mad rage of eny man so much your mind pervert,  
But that unto so worthy sun in law, you would impart  
Your daughter bright in marriage, perpetual peace to make.  
But if such fear of Turnus in your trembling breast do ache:  
Let's him entreat, and earnestly to him then let us sue,  
That to our king, and country he would yield that is their due.  
Why dost thou thus our citizens in doubtful danger bring  
So often, thou of Latium plagues that art the only springe?  
By war no sauftye sure we get, for peace we all do crave  
At thy hands Turnus, and the maid Lavinia young to have.  
And first myself, whom scarce (I know) thou thinkest thy friend to be,  
Nor care to be, for pity lo entreating come to thee.  
Take pity on thy countrymen, lay down thy peacocks train,  
Departed, since thou art vanquished, to many bodies slain  
We do already see, our broad wide fields forlorn do lie.  
But if such great renown, or courage bold in breast on high  
Thou dost conceive, or princess young thou dost desire so:  
Attempt him then, and with bold heart encounter with thy foe.  
That Turnus may by means thereof enjoy a Queen to wife.  
We sellie sotiles, unburied sort, and unbewayled, rife  
About the fields shall lie. And thou, if eny force remain,  
Or sparck of father's valiant virtue in thy breast: again  
Look him in face that thee doth call.   


Turnus' reply.  Hereat than Turnus all in rage doth boil in burning breast,  
And gives a groan, and from his heart full deep these words doth wrist.  
Great sloare of talk is ready, Drances, evermore to thee,  
When bloody wars do hands require, and first in place to be  
Thou wilt be sure, to parliament when Senators resort.  
But still the court must not be filled with words, and vain report,  
Which in abundance great from thee do fly, whilst city wall  
Between thee, and thine enemy stands, nor ditches blood withal  
Do flow about. Wherefore as is thy wunted guise persist,  
And thoundre out thy twatlinge talk, as long as thou shalt list.  
And do of fear me then accuse, when thy couragicus hand  
So many heaps hath slain of those that came from Ilium land.  
And all the fields about with monuments brave decked stand.  
And there what can thy mighty manhcde do thou mayst assay.  
And as for foes, we need not to go seek them far away,  
For round the walls they do besiege. Come on, and let us go,  
And still through dastard cowardice continue not so slow.  
What? with thy prattling toongue alone thus always wilt thou fight?  
And shall thy foolish feet be priest always to shameful flight?  
Was I repulsed? or is there eny (wretched varlet) well  
That can avouch the same? with Trojan blood when Tiber swell,  
And all Euanders' stock, and house to ruin brought to be,  
And all th' Arcadian host, of arms, and force despoiled shall see?  
Not so did Bitias found in me, nor yet Pandarus fell.  
Nor thousands, whom this right-hand in one day sent down to hell,  
When I was closed with walls, and hard with heaps of foes beset.  
By war no sauftic shall we get? these vain devices let  
Be boded to Aeneas head, and to thine own estate.  
Nor cease not still to trouble all with foolish fearful fate,  
And to extol that nations force, that twice was won in fight.  
On th'otherside for to debase great king Latinus might.  
And now the valiant peers of Greece the Phrygian arms do dread.  
Prince Diomedes, and in Larrissa town Achilles bred.  
Or else Aufidus river swift runs back unto his head.  
See, this dissembler vile great fear doth feign for dread of me,  
And aggrevates the crime that it might seem more big to be.  
But never thou by me thy life shalt loose, hold thee at rest,  
Let that abide with thee, and still remain within thy breast.   

And now I come to thee, and counsels great thou dost disclose,  
Most mighty prince, if in our strength no trust thou dost repose,  
If so we be forsane, and when our force is once subdued,  
We quite away been cast, and fortune cannot be renewed:  
Then let's entreat for peace, and yielding hands to him submit.  
But, O, if any jot of wonted virtue bide as yet:  
The same above the rest for happy pains, 
He speaketh of Mezentius.  and courage bold,  
I will extol, who, cause he would no such thing once behold:  
Himself did yield to death, and with his teeth did tear the ground.  
But if some sparks remain, and youths untwitcht may yet be found,  
And friendly towns in Italy, and people's main of might.  
But if to Troyans' fall with loss of blood, the price of fight,  
And equal slaughter they sustain, and like luck them attaint:  
Why should we thus like dastards vile, at first beginning faint?  
And fear before we do begin to fight, doth us appall?  
Long tract of Time, 
Time, and Fortune.  and sundry haps, which in our life befall:  
Change things to better state, and Fortune whom she did disgrace:  
Often times again doth raise, and prinkes him up in prouder place.  
Though Diomedes, Arpenses eke to us no help will bring,  
Messapus will, and happy prince in war Tolumnius king.  
And Dukes from many nations sent, nor 'tis no simple praise  
The mighty mustars ta'en through Latium land are like to raise.  
And from the noble Volscan bloods the maid Camilla height,  
A troop of horsemen that conducts in brazen armour bright.  
But if the Trojans me alone do seek for hand to hand,  
And so you please, and publiqueweale so much I do withstand:  
So conquest (as I trust) from these hands will not part away,  
That any hazard for this hope I dread for to assay.  
With courage gayntst him will I go, though he Achilles pas,  
And wear like armour strong, that made by hand of Vulcan was.  
This life, I Turnus, to you all, and to Latinus vow,  
To any of mine ancestors in prows that will not bow.  
If me alone the Phrygian prince do call, I am content,  
Or whether on me (woeful wretch) the wrath of god is bend.  
I would not for my sake, that Drances died, or do sustain,  
If I the conquest win, one jot of praise won by my pain.   

These words among themselves they do debate of doubtful things.  
Aeneas then removes his camp, and forth his battle brings.  
When lo, into the palace straight with dread, and tumult great,  
A scout comes in, that doth the total town with fear .  
That Trojans now from Tiber shore come fast in battle ray.  
And Tyrrhen bands in ranks there round about the fields they lay.  
Then straight amazed were men's minds, and people's breasts with fear  
Astoond, and with no simple flames of ire incensed they were.  
They trembling then for armour call, the youth for weapons fret,  
The sorrowful fathers weep, and mumblinge moninge voices fet.  
An hugy noise of sundry tunes into the air doth rise.  
None otherwise then like a shoal of fowls aloft that flies,  
And on a thicket lights, or when by Padus river shore  
The horcey swans do lift their lay, the banks the same do roar.  
Then Turnus taking present time, O citizens, he says,  
Go call a counsel now, and sitting speak of pieces praise,  
Whilst foes into our realms do run, no more thereof he said:  
But forth he flings, and soon himself out of the house conveyed.  

He divideth the charge to his captains.  Thou Volusus, command (qd he) the Volscans, arms to take.  
And thou thyself the Rutils lead, Messapus, ready make,  
And with his brother Coras joint the coasts about to skoure.  
And some to fortify the gates, some furnish every tower.  
The rest with me, as I have told, into the field shall yéede.  
They by and by unto the walls do flying with flying speed.  
Thassemblie then, and counsels there begun the king forsakes,  
And with unwilling mind them to another time betakes.  
Then much himself he blames, that never by his own accord,  
He sentfor to the town, and termed sun the Trojan lord.  
Some trenches cast before the gates, some piles aloft do raise  
Of wood or stone, alarm the trumpets call to bloody frays.  
Anon with sundry troops, they compass round about the wall  
The matrons with their lads, for danger calls to labour all.   

Nolesse unto the sacred church of Pallas goddess straight  
The Quéeene is born, a bevy brave of dames on her do wait.  
Great gifts she bore, and next her side Lavinia bright of hue,  
The cause of all the strife, and down to ground her eyes she threw.  
In throng the Lady's thick, the church with incense soot doth smoke,  
And from their lofty thrones, with woeful voices thus they spoke.  
O thou that only art of wars, Tritonia virgin, chief,  
Do break the weapons with thy hand of this proud Trojan thief.  
And strike him dead to ground before our gates that works our grief.  
King Turnus raging then of strives forth to the field is priest.  
His brave Rutilian armour now was buckled to his breast,  
With brazen scales right rough, his thighs with plates of gold were clad,  
His head was yet unarmed, his sword tied to his side he had.  
All glittringe bright he shines, and from the palace forth he goes  
triumphing in his mind, and whole in hope hath foiled his foes.  
Like as a noble horse that from the stable is start away,  
And free doth range about, in open fields, and pastures gay,  
To others leaze, and herds of mares doth headlong running dash,  
Or hies him hastily to some wonted stream himself to wash.  
His mane then up he lifts aloft, and wanton runs his way.  
The crisping curling locks upon his neck, and shoulders play.  

Camilla of Volsca.  With whom Camilla meeting there with gward of Volscan rout:  
Against him comes, than there the Queen herself the gates without  
Down lights, of whom did all the armed troop example take,  
And softly from their horse they leapt, and thus to him she spoke.   

If noble hearts may eny hope repose in valiant hands:  
O Turnus, both I dare and vow to meet the Trojan bands.  
And with the Tyrrhen horsemen eke encounter on the way.  
Let me the onset give of formest fight this present day.  
Still stay you hear on foot, and manfully the walls defend.   

Hereat than Turnus on the virgin fierce his eyes doth bend.  
O virgin flower of Latium land, what thanks to yield to thee,  
Or kindness to requited shall I devise may worthy be?  
But since thy valiant heart doth all adventures great exceed:  
I am well pleased (O Queen) to part this pain with thee indeed.  
Aeneas, as fame tells, and skoutes sentforth for that intent,  
Before him well arrayed his troops of horsmenlight hath sent,  
That ransack should the fields, himself through craggy hills on high,  
And deserts deape, in haste unto the town approacheth nigh.  
In secret Ambush I, in yonder wood, in place not wide,  
That so both ways I may besiege, myself intend to hide.  
Do thou upon the Tyrrhen horsemen set with joined band.  
With thee shall sharp Messapus yéede, and troops of Latin land,  
And strong Tiburtus power, and take to thee the charge of all.  
He said, and with like words Messapus forth to fight doth call.  
Him with his captains all alike exhorteth against their foes,  
And forth himself anon before them all with courage goes.  
There lies a valley low with crooked turns a crafty place,  
And fit for sleights of war, whom thickets black on each side trace.  
The sides do narrow shut, a little path thereto doth lie,  
And passage passing straight, on ragged cragged entrance high.  
This plain lies quite unknown, and corners saulf to lurk within,  
Whether on the lifthand, or the right the battle you begin,  
Or on the Hill you list to stand, and storm of stones down cast.  
By readiest way in coast well known, doth Turnus thither hast,  
And quickly takes the place, and in thick woods himself he hides.   

Therwhiles Diana fair in lofty skies above that bides:  
Dame Opis swift to her doth call, a chaste and fellow maid,  
And one of her untouched troop, and thus to her she said  
With heavy cheer, O virgin pure, Camilla forth doth pass  
Unto a bloody war, armed with our tools in vain, alas.  
Whom I do love above the rest, ne to Diana new  
This liking lately sprang, nor joy in mind on sudden grew.  
Pull'st out through spite from native realm, and subjects haughty might,  
When Metabus from old Priverna town did take his flight:  
This infant up he snatched, 
The story of Camilla, and Metabus her father.  when rage of war was thickst of all.  
A mate in exile sharp, and her by mother's name did call,  
And of Casmilla her by shorter name Camilla height.  
Her in his arms he bore when through the desert tops, his flight  
Of waist forlorn hills he took, and darts about him flew,  
And him one every side, thick troops of Volscans did pursue.  
When lo, in midst of flight Amasenus with water store  
Above his banks brakeout, such plenty rain not long before  
There fell, wherever whilst anon to swim he doth assay:  
He fears (alas) his burden dear, pure love doth 'cause him stay.  
Then musing much in mind at last this practise best he thought.  
A mighty spear which into hand that time by chance he caught,  
When as he fought, of knotty wood shaptforth, and Oak fulstout,  
To this his daughter dear in bark of tree enclosed about  
He binds, and fitly to the mids of mighty spear he ties,  
And shaking it often in his valiant hand, thus loud he cries.  
Diana bright, and virgin pure that in these woods dost bide,  
I vow a servant here to thee, that bound unto her side  
Most humbly holding fast a spear, flies from her foes, receive  
Her (goddess) to thy charge, whom here in doubtful case I leave.  
He said, and straight with bended arm the weapon forth he throws,  
The water's sound, aloft the river swift, Camilla flows.   

Then Metabus when now the press began approach him nigh:  
The river straight he takes, his spear, and babe, therewith doth wry,  
Out of a gréengrasse turf, a gift that great Diana sent.  
No people house for harbour him, nor walled cities lent,  
Nor if they eny offered had, he never would consent.  
A shepherd's life among the sole, and savage hills he led.  
His tender child in thickest thorns, and beds of beasts he fed  
With milk of mares unmild, and suck of breasts were never caught,  
And to her tender lips in milking, down their speanes he reached.  
But when her pretty foot she first began to set to ground:  
Her hands, and every place with sharpened darts he laded round.  
A quiver on her shoulders small he hangs with crooked bow.  
In stead of golden caulle, and mantle brave should hang below:  
A tigers skin down from her head along her back doth fall,  
With little childish darts her hands he arms to play with all.  
Or by a twisted thong about her head she whirls a sling,  
Wherewith sumtime a Crane, sumtime a Swan she down doth bring.   

Her many noble dames through Tyrrhen towns whereas she went:  
Have wished in vain, their doughterlawe she were, but she content  
Alone with chaste Diana's grace: herself preserveth still  
Vntwight unto her tools, and to maids life bears best goodwill.  
Would god she had with no such fond desire of war been caught,  
When first the valiant Trojans to provoke in fight she sought,  
Whom I do tender much, and yet she here remained with me.  
Now her with destinies sharp, and fatal fall oppressed I see.  
Descend, dear Nymph, from heaven, and Latin fields go visit straight,  
Whereas with hapless hap, and bloody broil this fray they fight.  
Take these, and from this quiver, shafts of sharp revenge address,  
And whosoever her sacred corpse with wound shall once oppress,  
Where he of Troy or Latium be, his blood shall that repay.  
Then in an hollow cloud anon her woeful corpse away,  
And armour undefiled, unto her native soil will bear,  
And in a worthy sepulchre myself inter her there.  
She said, then through the flickringe air with wings she downward slides,  
And gives a rush, and with a tempest black her body hides.   

Therwhiles the Trojan bands unto the walls approached nigh.  
Hetruscan captains with their troops of horsemen, by and buy  
Themselves bestow in good array, the palfreys stamping fret  
Throughout the field, and rain with sturdy bits forth softly jet  
Now here now there, the field rough stands with many a pike and lattice,  
And from their lofty helmets far the glittringe Sunbeams glance.  
On totherside Messapus sharp, and Latins fierce to fight,  
And Coras with his brother, and Camillas wing so bright  
Standforth against them in the field, and lances fast they make  
Within their rests, and points of trembling spears fast charged shake.  
Their foe's abode, and noise of steeds them sore on fire do set.  
But when both armies were at cast of dart together met:  
There still awhile they stayd, a shrichinge shout they sudden raise,  
Their chaumpinge horse they hearten forth, the darts fly every ways  
Like snow that thick doth fall, black shade the heaven quite overlays.   

And first with spiteful spears, Tyrrhenus with Acontius tall  
encountering fiercely meet, and first with mighty noise do fall  
To ground, the steeds echothers' breast with breast doth squéezinge jolt.  
Acontius there unhorsed as swift as thickest thundrebolt,  
Or like some stone by engine great of war forthflunge down lights,  
And into thin and flickringe air exhales his vital spirits.  
Incontinent the ranks are broke, and Latins put to flight:  
Cast back their shields, and headlong horses prick to city right.  
The Trojans then, and first A silas sharp the routs pursue,  
And now to gates they near were come, the Latins then anew  
A mighty noise extol, and horses necks about they wry.  

A doubtful batted.  The Trojans turn their backs, and largely yéeldinge reins, do fly.  
Like as the sea with altringe course that forth doth running fret:  
Sometime doth flow to shore, & rocks with rolling waves doth wet,  
And foaming on the sand and beach, along doth tumblinge glide.  
Sometime doth swiftly ebb, when force doth fail, and back doth slide  
From rocks and shores with vailinge stream, and failing flood it falls.  
The Tyrrhens twice the Rutils chase in fight unto the walls,  
And twice repulsed look back, and backs with burklars broad defend.   

But when they to the fight a fresh and third assault descend:  
The ranks together run, and man to man doth stiffly stick.  
Then shouts are heard of such as fall, and in the blood waxed thick  
Bot men and armour deeply waultring fall, and steeds half dead.  
The battle grows, when Orsiloch sir Remulus did dread  
Himself to set upon: into his horse a spear he thrust,  
And underneath the courser's ear the head leaves sticking just.  
Then up the steed enraged stands on end, and up doth throw  
His legs with breast erect, nor in no wise could bide the blow.  
He falls unhorsed to ground, Catillus drives to earth down right  
jolas' stout of mind, of stature eke a goodly knight.  
And great in arms Herminius hard, whose head with golden hear  
Lies bore with shoulders bore, nor of his wounds doth stand in fear,  
So great in arms he lies, the spear pricked through his shoulders quakes,  
And twice throughgirt his back, his deadly pain twice double makes.  
gore blood on every side is shed, by fight are numbers stain.  
And by their wounds they seek a glorious death for to obtain.   

And now this manly Amazon in slaughter much doth joy  

Slaughters committed by Camilla.  In midst of fight, whose pap, lest use of war should her annoy:  
Cut of unto Camilla quivered was in tender years.  
Her tender shafts about she shoots in quiver which she bears.  
Sometime her sharpened are unwearied takes into her hand,  
Sometime her guilden bow, the tools of chaste Diana's band.  
And if perchance repulsed, she do retire pursued in chase:  
Her bow she turns behind, and strikes her followers in the face.  
About her chosen mates do ride, Larina, and Tulla bright  
Pure virgins, with Tarpeia that with glittering axe doth fight,  
Italian trulls, and chaste Camilla of special purpose those  
For honour's sake, for time of peace, for trusty service chose.  
Like as Amazons of Thracie land when waters they  
Of Thermodoon beaten, with armour painted passing gay,  
About Hyppolyta their Queen, or when the virgin stout  
Penthesilea home in charet comes, the femell rout  
With shritches shrill rejoicing cries, and shields like moons cut out.  
Whom dost thou first, whom last, O virgin fierce, by force down throw?  
Or O, how many corpses slain on ground dost lay full low?  
Eumenius first of Clytius father borne, whose naked best  
Against her there that stood with lance of firstrée through doth thrust.  
He floods of blood out spuinge, falls, and earth with teeth doth tear,  
And where he fell upon his wound, lies tumblinge dying there.  
Next on him Lyris she, and Pegase throws, and Lyris while  
His bridle reigns he reached: from horse to ground he doth requile.  
But Pegase whilst he came to aid, and feeble hand forth held:  
Both jointly headlong wise with doubled fall to ground she field.  
To these Amastrus near she lays, unto Hippota sun.  
And couching down unto her spear from far doth fetch her run  
At Terreus, and Harpalicus, and Demophoon stout,  
And Cronius strong, and many a captain more of Trojan rout.  
And look how many shiveringe shafts forth from her side she drew:  
So many carcases to ground of Trojan knights she threw.  
There Ornitus a far in armour strange, and hunterwise,  
Upon a proud Apulian steed about the batteyll flies.  
Whose neck, and shoulders broad an hide late hauled from Ox's back  
Did cover, on his head the large wide gaping jaws there stack  
Of wolf, with threatening, grinning, glittringe greedy teeth full white.  
A clounish club in hand he wield, he throngs in thickst of fight,  
In stature all the rest by height of head he doth exceed.  
Him she (nor was it when their foes retired a glorious deed)  
Strikes through, & thus she speaks with hateful heart as there she stood.  
Thoughtst that some beast in chase thou, Tyrrhen, hadst within a wood?  
The day is come when as a woman's armour shall refute  
Your boasting brags, yet no small fame to this thou mayst impute,  
That by these hands thou diest, and with Camillas lance art slain.  
Orsilochus, and Butes next, two bodies mighty main  
Of Trojan rout, but Butes her against with dart she strake,  
And forth a way betwixt his gorget, and his helmet broke  
About his neck that glittringe shines, his shield hangs down his side,  
And feyninge from Orsilochus as though she fled, doth ride  
The Career round, and craftily she keeps the middle place,  
And whilst he her pursues, therwhiles she followeth him in chase,  
And through his armour strong, the flesh, and bones, and axe she beats  
Highrisinge at her blow, and whilst he twatlinge much entreats:  
She dubleth still the wound, & with warm brains his face he weates.  
Herewith come in, and at first sight astunned much he stands  
Sir Aunus sun of Apennine, a martial man of hands,  
And not among the Ligures worst, 
Ligures were great dissemblers, and liars.  whilst fates did him permit  
By subtle coloured shifts unto each purpose finely fit.  
When he percéeud from fight he could no wise escape away:  
By treacherous train he thought, and gloasinge guile her to assay,  
And thus began. A woman thou if to a trusty steed  
Thyself commit, of truth is it a great or valiant deed?  
Forsake thy horse, and match on ground thyself to me betake,  
And unto equal fight on foot thee quickly ready make.  
Then shalt thou know to whom this glory fond due praise shall bring.  
He said, but she enraagd whom grief with sharp desire did sting:  
Unto a mate her steed she took, in arms on ground she stands  
With blade on foot forth drawn, and bucklar pure fast hent in hands.  
The younker then supposing that by craft he her had quit:  
Away straight swiftly pricking flies, not lingering never a whit:  
His nimble steed with reigns he quickly turns, and thence him hies.  
His partly prauncinge beast with iron spurs apace he plies.   

O Ligur vain, and to no purpose brag, and proud of heart.  
In vain sir subtle, thou assayest to try thy countries art.  
Not slypprie shift shall thee alive to crafty Aunus save.  
These words the virgin spoke, and fierce on foot a springe she gave,  
And swiftly soon outran the horse, and fast the reigns she reached  
And at him strake, and glad on enemies blood revenge she wrought.  
Much like a faw●on that from lofty tower his flight doth take,  
And at a twigginge dove unto the clouds swift wing doth make.  
When her at sauce hath ta'en with talons sharp her guts pulls out,  
The gory blood, and feathers plumed flit the air about.  
These things the father of gods and men in heaven that sits on high:  
Doth heedfully behold, and warly weighs with watching eye.  
Then Tyrrhen Tarchon stout to entre fight he did provoke,  
And with no gentle rage of frantic anger forth him stroke.  
Wherefore in thickst of slaughters great, and ranks enforced to fly,  
On horseback Tarchon throngs, and sundry voices lifts on high.  
The wings he hartneth on, and each man by his name doth call.  
And such as were repulsed, he makes a fresh to fighting fall.  
What fear is this: that never will repent your foolish flight,  
O Tyrrhens dastards still? what daunt within your hearts doth light?  
A woman straglinge you pursues, and doth discomfit quite.  
Unto what end these sword, or weapons do you bear in hand?  
Not so at Venus' games, nor wars by night you lingering stand.  
Nor when god Bacchus crooked pipe to dancing you doth call,  
And unto costly cates, and tables lad with wine to fall.  
That is your joy, that your delight, when as the prophet good  
With sacrifice, and fatted , doth call you to the wood.  
This said, into the thickest foes himself forth thronging flings,  
And mad he meets with Venulus, whom chance against him brings.  
There reached from of the horse with his right-hand he held his foe,  
And forceblye him wringing to his breast, away doth go.  
A noise unto the heaven they raise, the Latins turn their eyes  
Upon this fact, and Tarchon swift about the field he flies,  
Both bearing man and armour still away, and from his spear  
The head he wrested of, and every place he searcheth, where  
A deadly wound he may bestow, he wrestling donth rebel  
To save the sword from out his throat, and force by force repel.  
And as the noble Eagle which in the air aloft doth fly,  
When up a snake hath snatched that late a sleep on ground did lie,  
And fastened him within his foot, and clasped with talons round:  
The snake about him wriglinge winding wreades with grief of wound,  
And scales doth roughly raise, and angered with her mouth doth hiss.  
With crooked beak he wrestling nips her nevertheless for this,  
And forth his way he flies, and with his wings the air doth beaten:  
None otherwise his prey from Tyburt host sir Tarchon great  
triumphing bears away, their captains deed, and happy chance  
The Lydians following forth do run. Camilla swift with lance  
Comes in whom Aruns due to death by crafty sleight full sly: 
Aruns murderour of Camilla.   
Doth ride about, the esiest side for his behoof to try.  
And look through thickest ranks whereas the virgin fiercely flew:  
Sis Aruns thither hies, and secretly her steps doth view.  
What way she conqueress doth return, and foot from foes doth bend:  
That way the youth by stealth his nimble reigns about doth wend.  
And now thisway, now that again, and round about the place  
With fatal, certain, spear in hand, doth following after trace.   

By chance unto Cybele sacred priest, sir Chloreus height,  
From far above the rest in Phrygian arms did shine full bright.  
A foaming courser forth he pricked, whose breast, and buttokes wide  
A skin beset with brazen plates, and glittringe gold did hide.  
Himself in purple sad, and scarlet pure full fine beséene,  
In Lycian bow his shafts he shot, in Creta made that been.  
His golden bow from shoulder twanges, a guilden helm he bears.  
The yellowish silken weed, and bosoums wide with bouges he wears:  
Those lappets rattling large in knot of costly gold were tied.  
His coat with needle embroidered was, his sturdy thighs did hide  
A skirt of purple silk and gold in foreign country wrought.  
The virgin him, for 'cause his armour brave wherein he fought,  
And Trojan spoils on temples hang she would for honour's sake,  
Or else herself in huntress wise, with gold full brave would make:  
With blind desire pursues, and all encenst through thickest rout,  
With greedy woman's lust of spoils, she flies the field about.  
When Aruns long in wait that lay, had fit occasion spied:  
A whirling dart he threw, and thus unto the gods he cried.  
Most mighty god Apollo guide of dread Soractis hill,  
Whom we above the rest adore, to whom soot smelling still  
Of Pinetrees hugy flames we feed, and through whose only might  
Thy servants dare to walk on fiery coals hot burning bright.  
O father grant that by our tools this shame be ta'en away,  
Almighty since thou art, not for the virgin's spoils I pray,  
Nor monument I seek, nor pillage proud from her to take.  
Some other deed hereafter this shall me right famous make.  
But let this cruel plague faldowne with dint of this right-hand,  
And I devoid of fame will hence return to native land.   

Apollo heard his prayer, and part to grant he was content,  
And part to be dispersed in flickringe air abroad he sent.  
That Queen Camilla fierce with deadly wound downestayn should be,  
He granted, but with safe return his native soil to see:  
He did not grant, that voice he bid the winds abroad confounded.  
Then when the whirling dart forth thrown in air had raised a sound:  
Both armies 'gan attend, and eyes unto the Volscan Queen  
They all do cast, she minds no whit the things them wrought that been,  
Nor air, nor yet the sound, nor dart above full wift of flight,  
Till underneath her sacred pap the fatal lance doth light, 
Camilla is slay,   
And deeply entering in: at full in virgin's blood doth bain.  
Her fearful female guard together runs, and doth sustain  
Their fainting ladies corpse, fast Aruns flies before them all,  
Whom as did joy refresh: so fear admixed did much appall.  
And now he dares no more unto her lance himself to truft,  
Nor yet into the sight of that Virago himself to thrust.  
And like a wolf, before the hateful hunters him do chase,  
Unto the waist for lost hills forth hies himself a pace,  
When he some herdsman hath, or heckfer great of grease, and limb  
Devoured, and guilty in heart of that foul fact, and deed full grim:  
His trembling tail between his legs let's fall, and woods doth seek:  
Sir Aruns so him out of sight withdraws in semblant leek,  
And with his flight content amidst the thickst himself doth hide.  
She dying draws the dart that in the wound did deep abide,  
The mortal blade in wound full wide sticks fast within her side.  
She faints for want of blood, her eyes to death yield up their due.  
Straight from her face departs the stained cheeks, and purple hue.  
And dying thus to Acca, one of her companions says,  
A virgin to Camilla true before the rest always,  
With whom she wonted was her cares and sorrows all impart,  
And thus to her began to speak with failing fainting heart.   

Until this time, O sister Acca dear, of force I was,  
Acruell mortal wound my life abbridges now, alas,  
And allthings round, me seems, look rusty dusty dark as hell.  
Fly hence, and do with speed, my messedge last to Turnus tell,  
That he to batteyle come, and keep the Trojans from the town.  
And now farewell, and with that word the reigns she let fall down.  

The conflict of death witk life.  Herself to earth not willing sinks, and waxing cold, untwynes  
By small and small herself out of her corpse, and then resigns  
Her lithy head and neck to death, and armour doth forsake.  
Her ghost flies fast with grief and great disdain to Limbo lake.  
Forthwith a mighty noise the golden stars in heaven doth touch,  
And since Camillas death the battle fierce increaseth much.  
They thick come ranning on, both all the bands of Trojans stout,  
And Tyrrhen captains, with Euanders' wings th' Arcadian rout.   

And now Diana's dearlinge bright, Nymph Opis sits on high  
Upon the top of loftiest hills, the battle to descry.  
And when from far she saw in raging noise of youthful train,  
With wound unworthy, and woeful doleful death Camilla slain:  
She fet a sigh, and deep from out her breast these words she said.  
To dear O virgin, thou to dear a cruel price hast paid,  
That thou the valiant Trojans durstes provoke in open fight.  
That thou Diana's grace in woods didst serve forsaken quite:  
It nothing thee avails, or that our quiver thou didst wear,  
Or glittringe golden bow upon thy tender shoulders bear.  
Howbeit thy noble Queen means not to leave thee voie of fame,  
Nor that thy drierie death shall covered sleep for lack of name.  
Amongst all nations far and wide, or unrevenged be.  
Thy corpse that did defile with mortal wound, what ever were he:  
With death deséeurd shallbe requited. Beneath on hill full high,  
The tomb of old Dercennus' king raised up a fit doth lie,  
With mighty mount of ancient Laurent ground, an Ilex tree  
With glummish darkish shade bespreddes the same, that none may see.  
Here first this goddess fair, with passing speedy course doth light.  
And from this hillock far sir Aruns aims within her sight.  
Whom when she glittringe saw in arms, and vainly puffed with pride:  
Why fliest thou hence (qd she) approach, and here thy steps do guide.  
Come near that now must die, and due desert receive again  
For Queen Camillas death, and with Diana's shafts yslain,  
So vile a wight so worthy a death for fact so foul must bide?  
She said, and straight in Thracian huntreswise, from by her side  
A golden flight forth of her quiver plucks, and bow she bends,  
And draws him deep until the nockes meet just at both the ends,  
And hands do equal level stand, and arowehead doth twight  
The bowhand, and the string up to her ear she draws up quite.  
Immediately the singing shaft, and whirling air doth crack.  
Sir Aruns heard at once, and shaft fast in his body stack.  
Him yéeldinge up the ghost, and fetching deep his final groan:  
His mates forgetful in the field abroad do leave alone.  
And Opis straight with wings to lofty heaven doth take her flight.   


At Camillas death her soldiers were put to flight.  First at their lady's death do fly Camillas horsemen light,  
And Rutils run amoapt, and fierce Atinas flies apace.  
And captains all are quailed, and standardbearers forced in chase:  
For rescue run, and to the town do fast on horseback high.  
None dare the Troyans' stout, that following after fast do fly,  
With settled foot withstand, nor yet in warlike arms resist,  
But bows unbent on shiveringe shoulders bear with fainting first,  
And coursers with their hooves the rotten dusty fields do shake.  
Unto the walls and whirlwind black with tumblinge dust doth rake.  
And matrons tooting out the loops their breasts there beat straightways  
And forth a woman's shritch up to the stars in heaven they raise.  
There those that first into the open gates most swiftly priest:  
The mingled enemies power in thickest routs did them molest.  
Nor woeful death they do escape, but at first entrance in,  
And even within their city walls, and when as housed they him:  
Throughgirt with spears are slay, some shut the gates, and do debar  
Free entrance to their mates, nor dare for life the same unspar,  
Though woefully without the gates they wail, 
Slaughtes of the Latamnes.  a direful death  
Amongst defendauntes' falls, and such in arms as yield their breath.  
Such as were shut without before their parents weeping eyes,  
When cruel force constrains, some headlong into ditches flies.  
Some blinded with the dust, and giving spur, and yéeldinge reign:  
Against the gates, and rampires hard of posts do run amain.  
The matrons from the walls when they beheld Camilla dead,  
Their trembling darts cast forth (for so their country love them lead)  
And staves of oak ystéeld, and poles of length forebrent at end,  
And dare the dread of death assay, whilst they their walls defend.   

Therwhiles within the woods, an heavy messedge Turnus frays,  
And to that valiant youth a tumult great doth Acca raise.  
That Volscans vanquished are, and fierce Camilla sleine in fight,  
And enemies fast approaching come, and all in battle quite  
Have overthrown, that fear unto the city walls doth go.  
He then enraagd (for why the power of jove would have it so)  
The hills possessed of late, and thickets sharp doth straight forsake.  
Who scarce was now come forth, and large abroad the field did take:  
When lord Aeneas to the forest wide himself doth speed,  
And hills doth overtrace, and from thick woods doth forth proceed.  
So both unto the walls in haste with all their power do fly,  
And both the marching troops not many paces distant lie.  
But when the smoakinge fields with dust Aeneas did behold,  
And marching bands in batteyle ray of town Laurentum old:  
And Turnus did from far Aeneas ireful countenance view,  
And trampling of their feet, and neighing of their horses knew:  
Immediately they had their armies joined, and batteyle tried,  
Had not sir Phoebus bright with purple mantel bravely died  
His horses dipped in seas, and bringing night: expulsed the day.  
They pitch their tents before the town, and trenches deape do lay.   
DEO GRATIAS.  
Finitum Londini, Per Thomam Twynum. 14. Junii.▪ 1573. Opus 20. Dierum plus minus, per interualla.   

¶ The twelfth book of the Aeneidos of Virgil.  
The Argument.  
¶ When the Latins were vanquished, Turnus seeing all his help to be reposed in himself, contrary to the persuasion of Latinus, and the Queen's manifold tears: determineth to fight hand to hand with Aeneas, and sendeth such word unto him by Idmon his messenger. Aeneas is therewith pleased, and with solemn oaths on both sides they make the league, which juturna through persuasion of juno in the shape of Camertes, disturbeth. First of all, Tolumnius the soothsayer, that by a false show proficied victory to his side: striketh through with a dart one of Gilippus suns. Aeneas likewise, seeking means to appease the tumult: is wounded by an a-row uncertain by whom it was shot, and is constrained to leave the battle. Which Turnus understanding, supposing he had gotten a great occasion of good success: maketh great slaughter on his foes. Venus cureth her sun with Dyttany of Ida. Aeneas, amended: cometh again forth, and rescueth his mates, and namely calleth for Turnus in fight. But Turnus still withdrawing himself (for juturna his sister, in shape of Metiscus the wagoner, carrying him always aside would not suffer him mecte with Aeneas in battle) he determineth to besiege the town, and jeading his amny near to the walls casteth fire up to the Turrets, and houses. Then Amata supposing that Turnus was slain: through extreme sorrow hangeth herself. These things being told unto Turnus by sages seeing that he must needs fight, or suffer his confederate town come into his enemy's hands before his face: vountarily provoketh Aeneas to the combat according to the tenure of the league. In which fight Aeneas having the victory, and being almost moved to take compassion, and grant life to his enemy: yet when he saw the girdle upon his shoulder which he had taken from Pallas, whom he had slain before, suddenly moved with anger: thrusteth him to the heart.  

WIth daunted force, & fight unlucky late, when quailed to be  
His Latins stout of yore, most valiant Turnus' prince did see,  
Himself a mark to each man's eyes: outrageous 'gan to boil,  
And rise in rage, much like a Lion fierce of Afric soil,  
Whose breast, when as with dint of hunter's spear is wounded deep:  
He than prepares himself to fight, and curled locks doth keep  
Crect with rage upon his neck, the slickinge lance with paws  
Of hunters, bold he breaks, and foaming frets with bloody jaws.  
Noneotherwise the rage of furious Turnus forth doth break,  
And to Latinus king with troubled mind he thus doth speak.  
In Turnus is no stay, why dastard Troyans' should forsake  
Their word there is no cause, nor yet the bargain they did make.  
I le match him sure, bring sacrifice, our league come understand.  
Ether I the Dardan lord will sand to hell with this right-hand:  
A runaway from Asia land, let Latins keep them still,  
And countries common shame with sword alone cut of I will:  
Or quite he us shall overthrow, and wife Lavinia have.  
To whom with sober mood Latinus than this answer gave.  
O most courageous youth, how much the more thou dost exceed  
In valiant heart: so much the more 'tis meet I should indeed  
Give grave advise, and charyly for chances all provide.  
Thou hast thy father Daunus realms, and many a town beside  
Won with thine hand, Latinus wealth, and courage hath likewyes.  
In Latium land and in Laurentum soil right large that lies:  
Are many more unmarried dames, and not of basest line.  
Now give me leave the truth in open words for to untwine.  
And print it deape in mind what I hereof to thee shall show.  
On eny of her ancient loves my daughter to bestow  
I was forbidden, so all the gods and men to me have told.  
Bold yet for love of thee, and for our kindredsake as bold,  
And for our heavy spouses' tears: all promise made I broke,  
And from my sun his wife, myself to wicked arms have take.  
Since which time, Turnus, thou hast seen, what chauncee did eusue,  
What wars, what pains to thee as chief amongst the rest there grew,  
Twice overthrown in batteils great scarce in the town can keep  
The hope of all Italia land, and Tiber's channel deep  
Yet with our blood doth warmed run, and fields with benes look white.  
O where turn I so oft? what madness moves my mind so light?  
If Turnus die, and straight for them as for my peers I sand:  
Why rather do I not whilst he doth live this quarrel end?  
What will my cousins Rutils say, what all Italia land  
If thee to death I should betray (which chance the gods with stand)  
Which dost our daughter crave, to join with us in wedlock land,  
Regard the doubtful haps of war, and do some pity take  
Upon thine ancient sire, whom woeful wars do careful make,  
And Ardea country dear, full far from hence doth now disjoin.  
But Turnus all these words cannot persuade his rage resign,  
Which ever waxeth more, and still in healing doth augment.  
And when he once could speak, these words from out his mouth he sent.   

O father dear, this care which you in my behalf do take:  
For me do lay aside, nor be so careful for my sake.  
And suffer me in steed of praise a famous death obtain.  
For we our darts do throw, and sword do draw not still in vain.  
And strength in hands we have, & from our wounds blood runneth read.  
Far shall his mother be, that flying him with cloud shall spread,  
And in vain flickering shade withdraw herself soon out of sight   

But now the Queen at novel guise of battle much affright:  
Did weep, and like to die, her son in law in arms she hent.  
O Turnus, by these tears of mine, or ever if thou were bend  
Amatas honour to preserve (for hope of elder years  
Thou art, and rest alone, and honour only which upbeares  
The state of Latin realm, our shakned house on thee doth lie)  
Grant me this only thing, do not with Troyans battle try.  
For whatsoever chance thou in this battle dost sustain:  
O Turnus I sustain the same, and loathsome life refrain  
Therewith I am determd, for sun in law Aeneas see,  
I never shall abide, and me myself a captive be.  
Lavinia then with tears her mother's talk did understand,  
With burning blushing cheeks, whom colour much had out of hand  
Inflamed with heat, which up into her face forthwith did spread.  
Like as when ivory white by chance is stained with scarlet red,  
Or purple roses pure with Lilies white lie mixed in place:  
Such was the virgin's hue, such were the colors in her face.  
Him love disturbeth much, and on the maid his eyes he stays,  
And burns to battle more, and to Amata shortly says,  
O mother, do not now with woeful tears me thus pursue.  
Ne give me 'cause hereby to dread that luck shall light askew.  
'tis not in Turnus' power, if destinies will, his death to fly.  
Go Idmon, tell the Phrygian king this messedge by and by  
Which will not please him well, when first tomorrow in welkin bright,  
In purple charet drawn the morning clear shall rise in sight:  
His Troyans forth he do not lead against the Rutil bands.  
The Trojans still do hold, and Rutils eke their blades in hands.  
In that same fight with our two blood shall ended be the strife,  
And in that field be tried, who shall Lavinia wed to wife.   

When he these words had said, and hied him into house apace:  
He calls for steeds, and joys to see them foam before his face.  

Orithyia, daughter to Erihtheus wise to Boreas.  Which to Pilumnus once for present gave Orithyia fair,  
In whiteness passing driven snow, in swiftness nimble air.  
The keepers quick there stand about, and them with hands provoke,  
With sounding blows on breast, and curled manes with combs do stroke.  
Anon his gorget gay with gold and silver damaskt bright,  
And scarlet work ywrought, upon his shoulders fitteth tied.  
His sword and target next, and ruddy plumes of feathers brave.  
The sword which unto Daunus old sumtime god Vulcan gave,  
And fiery flaming hot in lake of Styx did deeply quent.  
Then straight a mighty spear, that to an hugy pillar lent  
Erect amid the house, with valiant force in hand he took,  
Sir Actor of Aruncans spoil, and fiercely forth it shook  
Thus crying out, O spear, whom never yet I cauld in vain,  
The time is come when thou with me this brunt must needs sustain.  
Thee mighty Actors hand sometime, but now doth Turnus hold.  
Do grant his carcase I may overthrow in battle bold.  
And with a valiant hand from of his neck his gorget tear  
Of that some Cocknie Phrygian knight, and drench in dust his hear,  
And locks with bodkins frizzled fine, and moist with Myrrh, and oils.  
These furies forth him prick, and from his face with rage that boils  
The sparkles sprinclinge fly, and eyes with flaming fire do glow.  
Like as mighty Bull sends forth his voice, and loud doth low,  
When first he comes to fight, and proves his horns in rage to whet.  
And spring far a tree, himself thereto doth cloasly set,  
And rough with strokes provokes the wind, and gravel flings about.  
Nolesse therwhiles in mother's armour strong Aeneas stout,  
Himself to war prepares, and sharpeneth up himself with ire.  
And joys the war with league so ended is, his great desire.  
Then next his mates, and to julus grief doth comfort bring,  
instructing them in destinies all, and legates to the king  
He bids with certain answer to return, and to declare  
The whole conditions of the league, what they in order are.   

The next day rising had the hills with light scarce over spread,  
When first sir Phoebus' horse forth of the sea did lift their head,  
And from their lofty nostrils wide did blow the broad daylight:  
When straight before the city walls they measure for the fight  
An equal plain, both Rutilmen, and Trojans mixed a vie.  
And fires in midst they make, and altars large they build on high,  
Of earthen turfs yframd, unto th'indifferent gods to stand.  
And fast some water fetch, some crackling fire bring in their hand,  
In surplice white of linen clad, and temples compassed round  
With wreath of vervin soot, and holly herbs together bound.  
The Latin army issueth forth, and bands with darts that fight  
In clusters thick to gates do throng, and Trojans army bright,  
With Tyrrhens armed in sundry sort, with speed they forth do fly:  
Nonotherwise in armour priest, then if that by and by  
They should to battle fierce descend, and thick in thousands told  
The captains scour about, in scarlet brave, and glittringe gold:  
The offspring of Assaracus, Mnestheus, Asylas wild,  
Messapus eke a tamer stout of steeds, Neptunus' child.  
And when at certain sign into their place they hie them all:  
Their pikes they pitch in ground, and down their shields they let to fall.  
The matrons then with great desire to see, and rascal rout,  
And men unwieldy old: the turrets hie, and tops about  
Of houses do bestride, and lofty ridge of gates do climb,  
And up the walls they slide, and couch them thick upon the brim.   

But juno from a lofty hill, that now Albanus height,  
(For then it was devoid of name, renown, and glory quite,)  
Looked down, and all the camp at length, and breadth she did behold.  
And both the armies viewed, both Latins stout, and Trojans bold,  
And Laurent town, and straight to Turnus' sister 'gan to speak,  
One Goddess to another, that standing lakes, and floods that creak  
Doth overrule. This honour great, the king of heaven above  
For maidenhead bereft. bestowed on her, in dulcet love.  
O Nymph, 
junos' talk to juturna.  the glory great of streams, beloved most of me.  
Thou knowest before all Latin ladies bright, how only thee,  
That to almighty Ioues ingreatefull bed ascended have:  
I do esteem, and willingly a place in heaven I gave.  
Now learn thy grief, and do not me henceforth, juturna, blame.  
So far as fortune would permit, and destinies grant the same:  
Both Latium state, and Turnus, and thy walls I did defend.  
But now the youth with partial fates I see, in sight to wend.  
Now fatal destiny's day, and cruel force, at hand they be,  
Ne may I with mine eyes abide this fight, or league to see.  
Thou, if thou canst devise some means, thy brother to advance:  
Assay, perhaps in time poor wretches may have better chance.  
Scarce had she said, but straight juturna forth in tears than broke,  
And thrice or fovertymes her comely breast with fist she strake.  
This is no time for tears (qd juno then) but make some speed,  
And Turnus save from death, if such means may be made, indeed.  
And do them straight to war provoke, and break the league they make.  
Let me be author of the deed, this said: she did for sake  
Her doubtful much, and troubled sore with woeful wound of mind.   

Therwhiles the kings (Latinuses with an hugy train assigned,  
In charet drawn with four horse rides, whose ancient temples round  
With glittringe beams of gold in numbered twelve about were bound,  
The suns his grandsires badge, in charet drawn with two horse white  
Forth Turnus comes, with lances twain broad armed with iron bright.  
On tother side Aeneas, founder first of Roman blood,  
With burning bucklar bright, and heavenly armour strong and good,  
And next Ascanius young, of mighty Rome the second hope)  
Forth of their tents proceed, a priest beséene in purest cope,  
A youngling yelt of brestled sow, and twynlinge sheep untwight  
Brings forth, and hales the beasts unto the altars burning bright.  
They turning then their faces forth unto the rising sun:  
Do sprinkle bran and salt about, the scissors round do run  
About the temples of the beasts, and wine on altars lay.  
Then lord Aeneas with his falchion bright forthdrawne: doth pray.  
Bear witness of my prayer, O Sun, and thou Italia land,  
For whose alonely sake these travails great I took in hand.  
And thou almighty jove, and thou noless, O juno bright,  
Moore gentle goddess now I trust, and Mars of warlike might,  
Who as it seems most best to thee, all manner wars dost guide.  
You Springs and Rivers eke I call, and what soever doth bide  
Religious due to heavens above, or blueish sea below.  

The conditions of the truce.  If that on Turnus' happy luck the conquest do bestow:  
'tis meet that to Euanders' town we conquered go again.  
julus shall departed the realm, and from all war refrain  
The vanquished Trojans shall henceforth, nor arms hereafter take,  
Nor yet molest this land with war, that they shall hap to make.  
But if through force of arms to us the conquest lotted be,  
As so I hope it shall, and Gods us grant the same to see:  
I never shall Italians force the Trojans to obey.  
Nor do I seek to be their king, but this, that jointly they,  
Unvanquished nations may in everlasting league abide.  
Myself will gods, and relics tend, Latinus wars shall guide,  
My father in-law his wonted crown shall wear, my mates, they shall  
Build up a town for me, and by Lavinias' name it call.   

Thus spoke Aeneas first, than followed next Latinus old.  
His eyes to heaven he casts, and both hands to the stars doth hold.  
Aeneas, by the same both land, and sea, and stars I swear,  
And by Latona's imps, 
The Sun, and Moon are Latona's children.  and janus that two brows doth bear,  
And power of gods infernal grim, and cruel Pluto's seats.  
Let jove hear that, that breakers false of leagues with thunder beats.  
I touch the altars here, and fires that stand before us all,  
And all the heavenly powers, hereof for record I do call:  
Not day shall once this peace disturb, or concord frustrate make,  
However the case do fall, nor 'cause me willing it forsake.  
Not though the land into the sea he threw, and drenched us all,  
Or should enforce the lofty heaven in Limbo low to fall.  
Like as this Mace (for in his hand by chance a mace he had)  
Green leaf shall never burgein more, nor spray, nor pleasant shed,  
Since first in woods it grew, and from the stock was cut away.  
Now root it lacks, the knife did 'cause both leaf, and branch decay,  
Sometime a tree, howbeit the workman's hand, the same in gold  
Hath now incloasd, and given it to the Latin kings to hold.  
With suchlike words, among themselves their leagues they establish sure  
Amid the rout of all the lords, the beasts then sacred pure,  
Within the flaming fires they slay, and from them spraulinge quick:  
Their trembling entrails take, and altars heap with lances thick.   

But now to Rutil crew this match right much unmeet doth seem.  
And now with wavering minds in sort perplexed hereof they deem.  
But chiefly when more near their far unequal strength they view.  
His secret walkings forth augmentes the same, his eyes he threw  

Theimage of one in fear.  Upon the ground whilst he in sacringe was, his heavy cheer,  
His hollow cheeks, and paleness in his face that doth appear.  
This talk when sad juturna saw, now more and more increase,  
The common people's hearts now quailinge from this league to cease:  
Into the thickest throngs, and semblant of Camertes face,  
Whose stock right noble was of graundsiers old, and father's race,  
And name with virtue fraught, himself in arms of valiant might,  
Into the thickest ranks she comes, informed of all aright,  
And sundry rumours forth she blabbes, and babbling thus doth say,   

Is't not shame, O Rutils, things of such great weight to lay  
Upon the life of one? are not in numbered we, or might  
Their matches? lo the Trojans all, and Archades in sight  
Here scanned, the fatal army, and Hetruria Turnus foe.  
Scarce have they man for man, if them against in fight we go.  
He to the gods above before whose altars now he prays:  
By flickringe fame shall fly, and live in mouth of man always,  
But we with loss of native soil, proud lords for to obey  
shallbe constrained, and lingering now here in the fields we stay.  
With suchlike words the soldiers minds with rage she kindleth sore,  
And mumur great through out the field increaseth more, and more.  
The Laurent people's minds are changed, and Latins hearts likewise.  
And those that late for truce from war, and saulftie did devise:  
Wish now for arms, & covenants all full feign would frustrate make,  
And on king Turnus ruthful case compassion great do take.  
To this a greater thing juturna joins, from heaven on high  
A sign she down doth sand, that nothing could be found, wherebily  

A false token frone above.  Th' Italians minds might more be moved, or more with monster's guile.  
For why, the bird of mighty jove aloft on wing did toil  
Amid the air, and fierce a shoal of fowls she did pursue,  
And twigginge forth a pace fast on her flight the Eagle slew.  
When soodenly she stooped down to the stream, and sousinge field  
A noble Swan to ground, and griping fast in talons held.  
Th' Italians thick their minds herat erect, than all the rout  
Of fowls from flight with noise return (a strange sight out of doubt)  
And heaven with wings they do obscure, and thick a cloud they make,  
And on their foe they fiercely set, and round the air they shake.  
And still so sore they him assault: till vanquished with their might,  
For want of force he faints, the pray out of his foot he quite  
Let's fall in to the stream, and away to skies doth take his flight.   

This warning of the gods the Rutils then with shout accept,  
And straight their hands prepare to fight, and forth Tolumnius leapt  
A prophet proud that was, and first this, this (qd he) and cries,  
'tis long for which I looked, and with myself I did devise.  
I both acknowledge, and embrace the power of gods, come all  
O Rutils, and with me your captain straight to battle fall.  
Whom this vile stranger wretch in war like heartless birds doth fear,  
And all your shore along with woeful sword, and fire doth tear:  
Anon shall fly apace, and to salt seas himself betake.  
Do you with one consent your ranks straight thick in order make,  
And your forlorn king by warlike prows seek to defend.  

A soodeine tumult.  He said, and running forth his dart against his foes doth bend.  
Forth flies the whistling cornel dart, and air doth certain part.  
Wherewith a clamour huge doth rise, the bands with fear do start,  
And stout courageous hearts through tumult great wax fiery wood.  
This whirling dart nine bodies fair of brethren, where they stood  
Bychaunce direct against, (whom faithful spouse, a Tuscan bred:  
Unto Arcadian, Gilippe bore of yore that her did wed)  
And one of them strake in the midst, whereas his belt did sit,  
And now away is torn, where fast the buckle holds thong in bit.  
A noble youth of beauty brave, in glittringe armour strong,  
And smit him through the ribs, and laid him down the sand along.  
Then straight the valiant brother's band with grief accenst in ire:  
Some draw their naked sword, and some their sturdy darts require.  
And forth they headlong blindly run, and Laurent bands anon  
On other side do fast approach, and Trojans many an one  
In ranks right thick forth flow, Agillini, and Archads' brave,  
And all this only lust, to try with dint of sword they have.  
The altars down they drive, a tempest sore of weapons flies,  
A troublous sturdy storm of iron and steel obscures the skies.  
The Latins straight snatch up the Bowls, and Censers burning bright.  
Latinus takes with gods repulsed and foiled league, his flight.  
Some steeds from charets do discharge, and mount on horses high,  
And with sharp drawn sword hent in hand forthwith do haste them nigh.  
Messapus there, Aulestes king, that princely crown did bear  
Of Tyrrhens all, that passing greedy was the league to tear:  
With courser stout doth overthrow, who yéeldinge back, doth fall,  
And (wretch) against the altars that behind him stood withal  
Both head, and shoulders smites, Messapus fierce strait thither flies,  
And with his lance much like a beam whilst there Aulestes cries,  
And suppliant sues for life: from lofty palfrey wounds him sore,  
And thus he speaks: That sure is thine, this sacrifice before  
The Gods of greater value is, then that was slain of yore.  
Th' Italians thither ran, and spoils from carcase panting reached.  
Sir Chorineus a flaming brand from of the altar caught,  
And to Ebusus coming fast, whilst he prepaard to fight:  
Into his face the bronde he forced, his huge beard brent a light,  
And swealed caused a stink, he followeth still, and by the locks  
With left-hand held his foe, whom rosling and amazed, he knocks  
Against the ground, and with his knee constrains him there to lie,  
And with his Falchion strikes him in the side. Then by and by  
Sir Alsus that a shepherd was, and fierce in vanguard fought:  
With naked sword in hand, fast follows Podalirius stout,  
And large him lies upon, whom Alsus with his sharpened axe  
Raughtbacke, from brow to chin with sturdy stroke right cleaving packs.  
Down straight he falls, & armour large with goarebloud doth imbrue.  
Unto his eyes doth bitter rest, and deadly sleep ensue,  
With aye continuing night, and never more the day to view.   

But lord Aeneas up his right-hand held unarmed quite,  
With open head, and to his mates he cried withal his might.  
Whether run you sirs? what discord great doth thus your minds invade?  
O stay your rage, the covenants all are drawn, and league is made.  
And I alonely lotted am King Turnus to assay,  
Let me therewith alone, and all your fear expel away.  
With this right-hand the league I establish shall, and firmly tie,  
For by this sacrifice is Turnus due to me to die.  
Amid this tale, and when these words scarce yet were spoke all:  

Aeneas is wounded with an arrow.  Behold a singing shaft, with fluttring feathers down doth fall,  
uncertain by whose hand forth shot, or by what force forth thrown,  
Or what chance Rutils praise hath brought, or else what God, unknown  
The glory of so worthy deed lies hid in secret still,  
And no man for Aeneas wound himself be praised william.  
When Turnus saw forth of the fight Aeneas to departed,  
His captains much dismayed: with sod in hope doth fierce forthstart,  
For steeds and tools he calls, and proud by leaping mounts on high  
Into his charet swift, and with his hands the reinss doth wry.  
Full many a worthy man to death forth flying mad doth sand,  
And many he leaves fordead, some crushed with wheels he brings to end,  
Or else in fight with darts forth flung doth strike them in the back.  
Like as when bloody Mars, in rage pricktforth doth make to crack  
The streams of Hebrus cold, and with his bucklar them doth tire,  
And now to battle priest sends forth his steeds incensed with ire.  
They in the open plains more swift than wind, their way do take,  
And with their stamping feet the utmost coast of Thracia shake,  
And round about dame Dreads right dreary look, and Angers face,  
With Treason jointly joined, the train of Mars, the land do trace.  
Such one than Turnus quick in thickst of throngs, his smoking steeds  
Hotgoth, and (woeful case) at enemies death vaunts in his deeds.  
The swift horshoove a bloody dew about doth sprinkle round,  
And stamps the gory blood like mortar mixed with sandy ground.  
And now he Sthenelus throws, and Thameris, and Phole to death,  
Him meeting, and with him, him far, far both he réeves of breath.  
Imbrasus suns Glaucus, and Lads, whom Imbrasus old  
In Lycia fostered up, and with like armour them did bold,  
In fight at hand to try, or flight on horse the winds to win.   

On th'otherside Eumedes forth flies fast, thickst throngs within,  
Right noble Dolons' imp, in feats of arms a doughty knight,  
Like grandsire in his name, in heart and hand his father right.  
Who once for that to Greekish tents a spy he should be sent:  
Achilles' charet craaud to have for pains in travail spent.  
Howbeit Tytides gave him other hire for ventured pain,  
'twas not his chance unto Achilles' horses to attain.  
Whom Turnus when from far in open field did once espy,  
When first him had pursued with darts right light that fast did fly:  
His coupled horse he stays, and from his charet down descends,  
And to him dead almost, and thrown to ground he quickly tends.  
His foot on neck he sets, with right-hand forth his blade he drew,  
And deeply died it in his throat, and forth these words he threw.  
Lo here the fields, and which in war proud Trojan thou hast sought:  
Italia measure lying now, such recompense is wrought  
To such as me to war provoke, so walls they do erect.  
Next him he Brutes lays, at whom a lance he did direct.  
Then Cloreus stout of limb, Sibaris valiant wight of hand,  
Daretus and Thersiloch fierce, that stiff did him withstand.  
Tymoetus eke that on his neck from coltish jade down fell.  
And as the northern Thracie wind (in semblantwise to tell)  
When forth it bluster blows; and deep Aegeum sea doth raise,  
The billows forth do roll, and to the shore do take their ways  
As whirling winds do drive, the clouds flit fast in heaven on high:  
So Turnus where he takes his course the throngs fast thence do fly,  
And headlong troops retire, a courage fierce him forth doth prick,  
The wavering air his plumes bears back that in his crest do stick.  
This peartnes Phegeus might not bide, nor pride of stomach bold.  
But to his charet steps, and some reigns in hand doth hold  
Of swift forth running steeds, and turns their heads another way.  
Whilst thus he forth is drawn, and on their manes doth hanging stay:  
A mighty lance forth flung him groovelinge to the ground doth cast,  
And armour double lynd with plate through gorget thick doth braced,  
And piercing to the quick, the upmost skin with small wound razed.  
But he with bucklar bend before his breast makes at his lo,  
And sharp sword drawn in hand for more assurance, forth doth go,  
Whom one the charet wheels down dinges, and axle swift in flight  
Throws to the ground, and Turnus following, soon doth down alight,  
And twixt the gorget brim, and space whereas the helmet stands:  
His head he smites away, and leaves the corpse upon the sands.   

These bloody slaughters fierce in field, whilst Turnus' conquerors wrought:  
Therwhiles Mnestheus with trusty Achates, both Aeneas brought  
Still bléedinge to his tent, with young Ascanius by his side,  
And leaning to a lance with limpinge pace doth slowly stride.  
He frets, and forcing strives the shaft, and head forth whole to hall,  
And asks their best advice, and feign would know their judgements all,  
Where it were best the wound wide ope to lance, and arrow hide  
To cut quite out the flesh that so to war return they did.  
And now japis came, to Phoebus' dear the rest above,  
jasus sun, with whom surpriso sometime in fervent love:  
Apollo gladly gave him gifts his arts that he should know  

Physic with out honour in the field, where the destruction not the health of men is sought.  In things to come, in Music sweet, in skill of shafts and bow.  
But he, whereby he might prolong his bedrid father's days:  
Chose rather skill in power of herbs, and Physics noble praise,  
And such like knowledge dumb devoid of honour, to frequent.  
Aeneas chaufinge stood, and to a mighty lance him lent,  
And youth a troop about him thick, and sad jule his sun.  
He at their tears unmoved stands, as erst he had begun.  
Then ancient leech japis, girds an apronne him before  
Right Surgeonlike, and forth he fettes his oils, and salves in store.  
And eft he tries the powers of herbs, which him sir Phoebus taught,  
And trembling sundry things applies, but all (god wot) for naught.  
And eft the sticking arowhead with hand he doth assay,  
With nippers eke sumtime, from out the bones to draw away.  
But fortune will no way assign, Apollo doth no good.  
And now the rage within the field still growing wareth wook,  
And fierce doth more arise, and now the mischief is at hand,  
And all the air above with smoking dust full thick doth stand.  
The horsemen near approach, and darts fast on the tents do fall.  
A woeful shout of Soldiers to the heavens flies up withal,  
Of some that fierce do fight, 
Venus cureth her sun.  and some in war that now be slain.   

But Venus much appalled at this her suns unworthy pain:  
Green Ditainie from Ida sacred mount in Créet she brings,  
The stalk with tender leaves, and purple flowers full fresh that springs.  
An herb to Roebuckes wild, and beasts not tame right welbeknowne,  
When as their backs stick full of darts, the hunter's thick have thrown.  
Dysguyso in cloud obscure the same Dame Venus thither brings,  
And into water vessels bright it secretly she flings,  
And makes thereof Infusion large, the virtue forth to take.  
And of Ambrosias' wholesome juice theart doth sprynclinge shake,  
Whereto she adds the fragrant sap that Panax soot doth make.  
Anon the wound with this by chance japis ancient, baynes,  
Unwares hereof, and lo in soode in sort, fly all the pains  
From out his body quite away, the blood was staunched straight,  
And gently follows forth the shaft with hands alonely weight,  
And by and by his former strength returns to every limb.  
Then quickly fetch his armour strong (japis calls) for him,  
Why stand you still? and first doth him incense against his foes.  
Not by man's help (japis cries) this cure thus forward goes,  
'tis not, Aeneas, my right-hand, that thee thus safe preserves,  
A greater god it is that thee to greater deeds reserves.  
He greedy then of fight his legs in golden armour ties  
On every side, all lets he hates, then for his spear he cries.  
And when he fitted was of shield, and armed in every place:  
All complete as he stood, Ascanlus young he doth embrace,  
And up his beaver life, and fwéetly kessinge, thus he spoke.  

A farthers' exhortation to the child.  Learn courage shout of me, my child, and perfect pains to take,  
Of others happy chance to have, this right-hand shall defend  
Thee in this war, and after this to greater honours sand.  
And see that thee, when riper years have made a perfect man:  
Thine ancestors most famous facts in mind thou carry than,  
Let fire Aeneas, and thine uncle Hector thee incyte.   

When he these words had spoke, forth of the doors he walked right,  
Of mighty limb, and in his hand an hugy lance he bore.  
Then Antheus and Mnestheus both, with thronging troops forth far.  
And all the rout runs forth, and tents alone they leave unkept.  
A smoultringe smoakinge dust, a long the camp with feet is swept.  
And all the ground about with weight of steps then trebling leapt.  
Then Turnus saw him marching towards fast with great array.  
Th' Italians all beheld the same, and through their bones staytway  
A soodeyn shiveringe ran, juturna first of Latins side,  
Perceived and knew the noise, and sore affright away she hide.  
He flies him forth in open field, his host he leads apace.  
Much like a bloustring storm, that from the sea to land doth trace,  
When droping clouds dissolved fall, than husbandmen do wring,  
When long before (alas) they see what harms 'tis like to bring.  
For down it throws the trees to ground, and corn it lays along,  
And althinge swéepes to earth, the winds before to shores do throng,  
And cracking ratlinge sound do make, as ruff they huff about:  
Even so his bands against his foes the Trojan captain stout  
Leads forth, and they themselves in wedges thick do flocking throw.  
There Thymbres with his sword Osirius lent a deadly blow.  
Sir Mnestheus then Archetius flew, Achates did behead  
Sir Epulo, and Gias sharp sir Vfens left for dead.  

Ill counsel, worst to the counsellor.  Then falls Tolumnius calcar slain to ground, that first in haste,  
And furious frantyke mood his dart against his foes did cast.  
A yelling shout then to the heavens they throw, and all affright  
The vanquished Rutils turn their dusty backs in sudden flight.  
But he none daynes such as he meets with all, on ground to throw,  
On horseback none nor to invade, nor yet on foot below  
Such as darts flinging follow after fast, but he alone  
In midst of all the dusty mist, and thick throngs every one:  
For Turnus seeks about, and him in combat doth require.   

juturna then Virago fierce, whose mind was set on fire  
With panting dread, her brother Turnus' wagoner, that height  
Metiscus down from out his place, and charge she tumbleth quite.  
And from the Summer far away she leaves him on the ground,  
And up she leaps, and lithy reigns with hand she turneth round,  
resembling shape, and voice, and armour of Metiscus stout.  
Like as the swallow black, that stately courts doth fly about  
Of lords, and princes great, and lofty buildings largely tries,  
And for her prattling young doth feeding seek on gnats, or flies,  
Sumtime in entries wide, sumtime about deep slandinge lakes,  
With tender hovering wings her skirringe flight swift forward takes:  
So doth juturna through the thickst of foes her horses beet,  
And every place about with flying charet swift doth meet.  
Sumetime her brother here, and sumtime there doth vaunting show  
In quarters far and near, nor lets him give nor take a blow.  
Not less Aeneas seeks with him to meet through crooked ways,  
And through his thickst as●…nned host, and quailed Latin rays,  
And loud him calls by name so often as him he hath in sight.  
And look how often he meant him to pursue with horses light:  
So often juturna straight the charet steeds away doth turn.  
Alas, what should he do? his heart in vain with rage doth burn,  
His pensive mind is much distracted with diverse doubtful cares.  
Messapus then that in his hand by chance, as happed, that bears  
Two lithy quiveringe darts, well tipped with steel, full swift of flight:  
The one he shaking holds, and forth it flings with level right.  
Still stands Aeneas, and straight to his shield himself doth fit  
Down stoupinge low, howbeit the flying dearth, his helmet smit,  
And down his lusty plume of from his crest to ground it threw.  
Then straight his rage arose, and courage great by Treason grew,  
When steeds he saw were turned awry, and charet back was reached:  
Then jove, and altars all of broken league he there besaught.  
At last he throngs into the thickst, and there in lucky fight  
Right dreadful bloody slaughter makes, he spareth none in fight,  
And all incensed with ire, unto his rage he gain the reinss.   

What god to me will now at large this pine, and woeful pains,  
And sundry slaughters sore, and death of dukes in verse unfold,  
That were by Turnus made in course, and Trojan captain bold  
With such fell force these nations stout, O jove, was it thy will  
They thus should meet that should hereafter live in concord still:  
Aeneas pa●… not long but Sucro Rutil, out of hand,  
(That only stroke did 'cause the flying Trojans still to stand)  
He strake into the side, and where most speed of death doth rest:  
Between the short ribs deep his sword he drove into his breast.  
Then Turnus, turns Amycus down, and Diore by his side,  
Two Trojan brothers dear, and forth on foot to them doth stride.  
And at Amycus when he 'gan approach, a dart he threw.  
Diores with his sword he strake bright glittringe which he drew,  
And both their heads he cut from corpse, and bloody sprinclinge yet:  
Upon his charet top, with eager mood aloft he set.  
Aeneas Tale and Tanais slays, and next Cothegus strong,  
All three at one assault, and sad Onytes lives not long,  
Of Thebans ancient stock, and of Peridia mother dear.  
Then Turnus brothers sent from Lycia far to Troy yféere,  
Menaetes eke Arcadian youth, that war did fear in vain,  
And near to Lerna fishie brinckes an handiecraft did train.  
A simple house that kept and princes wealth did never know,  
His father hired had a little land, and that did sow.  
And like as flaming fires, that kindled are in diverse ways  

The lusty courage of Aeneas and Turnus.  In dry and crackling woods, or on the boughs of ratlinge Eayes.  
Or when the swift, and foaming streams from lofty hills that fall,  
A raging roaring raise, and forth to sea they run withal,  
Each findeth out his way, and down they drive whatso withstands:  
Not sloer forth Aeneas flies, and Turnus stout of hands,  
And both within the battle bide, now now they fret with in,  
Their breasts with courage braced, whose valiant hearts no force can win.  
And now to wound echother sore they meet with deadly food.  
Aeneas there, Murrhanus proud of graundsiers great that stood,  
And antic names of noble Belsiers old was wont to show,  
And Pedigrues far fet from all the Latin kings arrow:  
He réeves down with a rock, the stony tempest lays him low,  
And under horses feet and charet flings, the whirling wheel  
Him prostrate overrunnes, and eft with stamp of shoe of steel:  
The swift forth flinging hoof with mighty poised often striketh hard,  
And of their master thrown to ground the steeds take no regard.  
Then Turnus with sir Hilus meets that headlong running ran,  
And through his temples armed with gold his dart he forced than,  
The dart soon through the helmet flies, and straight in brains it stéeke●…  
Not not thy hand stout Cretes, valienst most of all the Greeks  
From Turnus could acquight, nor yet Cupentus Gods him save,  
When once Aeneas came in place, but soon his breast he gave  
Direct against Aeneas lance, the spear on him doth fall,  
Naught to the seely wretch his brazen shield prevailed at all.   

And thee likewise, sir Aeolus, Laurentum fields did see  
Quite overthrown, and flatly prostrate on the ground to be.  
There now thou liest, whom Graetian host, could never overthrow,  
Nor yet Achilles' fierce, that Priam's kingdom laid full low.  
This was thy time of death prefixed, nigh Ida thou wast borne,  
In Lyrnesse didst thou devil, in Laurent fields thou liest forlorn,  
And now the armies all were bend, all whole the Latin rout,  
And all the Trojan crew, Mnestheus, and sir Serestus stout.  
Messapus eke a tamer good of steeds, Asylas strong,  
And Tuscan ranks, and old Euanders' swift Arcadian throng,  
Each man now for himself withal his might there doth his best.  
No stay, nor rest, to cruel fight each man is ready priest.   

There, to Aeneas then his mother fair this mind did sand,  
That to the city walls with speed he should his army bend,  
And with a soodein mischief all the Latins hearts affright.  
Then as for Turnus round about the host he cast his sight:  
The town he there beholds devoid of war, to stand at rest,  
A greater shape of war right then doth kindle in his breast.  
For Mnestheus and Sergestus straight he calls, and Serest strong;  
His valiant captains all, and all the heap of Trojan throng  
Together runs, he takes an hill, their shields, nor weapons they  
Lay not aside, he in the midst aloft, thus 'gan to say.   

Let be no stay at that I bid, jove on our side doth stand,  
And soodeyn though I charge, let none it slackly take in hand.  
This town the cause of all the war, and king Latinus land,  
Unless they do submit themselves, and grant for to obey:  
I'll surely sack, and race unto the ground this present day.  
Forsooth shall I attend till Turnus please with me to fight?  
And then again his leisure wait, when he is vanquished quite?  
This Town is chiefest cause, my mates, and head of all the sore.  
Go fet me fire atonce, and do the league with flame restore.  
He said, and straight with one consent a warlike wedge they make,  

The town assaulted.  And thick unto the walls in clustringe throngs they forth to rake.  
The ladders soodenly appear, and firebrondes burning bright.  
Sum run unto the gates, and whom they meet they stay downright.  
Sum fling forth darts, and welkin hie with weapons do obscure.  
Aeneas there amongst the first his right-hand holds up pure  
Unto the walls, and much in words doth blame Latinus king,  
And Gods to record calls, that they to war again him bring.  
That twice Italians waxed his foes, and broke their covenants twice.  
Then straight among the citizens a discord great doth rise.  
Sum bid unlock the town, and open wide the gates to set  
To call the Troyans' in, and king Aeneas in to set.  
Sum armour take, and still persist the walls for to defend.  
Like as a swarm of Bees that in an hollow Pumice penned,  
A shepherd when by chance hath found, and bitter smoke applies:  
They fearful then within, about through waxed castles flies,  
And with hot humming sound themselves to anger do provoke.  
Out flies from forth their hole apace in heaps, the filthy smoke,  
The hollow cave beneath with noise confuesd doth rumbling sound,  
And into open air abroad at last doth brim rebound.   

To Latins over this befell a misadventure great,  
That all the woeful town with tears, and sorrow did .  
For when the Queen beheld the foe to draw the city nigh,  
The walls to burn, and up to lofty houses fire to fly,  
No power of Rutils' near at hand, nor Turnus to resist:  
Unhappy dame, that Turnus had been slain in fight she witted.  
And mated much in mind with grievous fear, she cries, alas,  
That of these mischiefs all herself the cause, and worker was.  
And all with ruthful rage incensed, she blabbes forth many tales,  
And diyngeripe with nails her purple robes in rags she hales.  

Amata hangeth herself  Then on a beam with in the palace he a cord she fies,  
And hangs herself thereon, and (fie for shame) there so she dies.  
Which woeful chance, when once the Latin women understood,  
And first Lavinio bright her daughter dear: as frantic wood  
Her golden locks she rend, and roset cheeks with nails she tore,  
And all the rout in semblantwise right frantically do far.  
The houses nigh with noise resound, and all the town about  
This woeful feign doth flickering fleet within and eke without.  
Their courage they let fall, his princely robes Latinus rents,  
His hoary head (good man) and ancient beard with dirt besprentes,  
Amazed at his lady's death, and at the cities fall.  
And much himself he blames, that he before did never call  
Aeneas to him prince of Troy, his sun in law to be.   

Therwhiles lord Turnus' warrior stout, in open field doth see  
A few poor scattered soldiers, whom he slowly doth pursue.  
For now his horses he with courage less to run doth view.  
There to his ears a doubtful noise the whirling air then brought.  
He listening stood, and with attentive ear the sound he reached  
Of Laurent sacked town, and of their piteous clamour though.  
Alas, why is the city thus dismayed with grievous woe?  
Or what great outcry is the same, that doth the city raise?  
He said, and therewith well-nigh mad, the charet reigns he stays.  
To whom his sister then, as she Metiscus countenance bore,  
And of his running charet reigns, and steeds had ta'en the care:  
With such like words replies. Nay rather let us follow now  
The Troyans' Turnus here, where conquest gins on us to bow.  
There others are that with their hands the city will defend.  
Aeneas on Italians sets, and cruel force doth bend.  
Let us likewise with slaughter vile the Troyans' make to smart,  
So thou with equal numbered slain, and honour shalt departed.  
Whereto thus answered Turnus then.  
O sister dear, I knew ere this how thou by subtle slight,  
The league didst overthrow, and threw'st thyself into this fight.  
And now in vain thou seekst me to deceive, O Goddess pure.  
But who from heaven thee down to come, such travails to endure  
Requested, such adventures wild to bide, and uncoutrould?  
Was it because thy brother's wretched death thou wouldst behold?  
For whereabout now do I go? what chance may me betide,  
That to my rent, and torn estate some succour may provide?  
Myself Murrhanus saw of late that me by name did call,  
Who whilst he lived was to me the best beloved of all,  
Of limnie a mighty man, and slain likewise with mighty wound.  
Unhappy Vfens, eke jest he our shame should see, on ground  
Now dead he lies, the Troyans' both his corpse, and arms enjoy.  
The houses spoiled (that mischief yet remained, and great annoy)  
Shall I abide to see? and Drances words not prove untrue?  
And shall this ground fainthearted dastard Turnus flying view?  

Deep desperation.  Is it so vile a thing to die? O hellish hedges below  
Come help I pray, for heavenly powers no savour me will show.  
To you my soul devoid of such a crime, shall down descend,  
No deal inferior to the graundsiers great of all my kend.   

Scarce had he said, when lo sir Sages locked on foaming steed,  
Flies through the thickest foes, whose face deep wounded sore did bleed  
With dint of arrow falling swift, and thus he criing spoke.  
Turnus in thee is all our hope, on thine some pity take.  
Aeneas rageth now in arms, and threats he will confounded  
The turrets of Italia land, and city burn to ground.  
And now the fire to houses flies, the Rutils bend their eyes  
On thee, and all the seely Latins sure do so likewise.  
Latinus king is much in doubt, and mumur great doth make,  
Whom he may call his sun in law, or what league he may take.  
And over this, the Queen most true to thee, her death hath wrought  
With her own cruel hand, and light of life esteemed at naught.  
Before the gates Messapus strong, joint with Atinas stout:  
Alone sustain the force, and all the ranks them round about  
Do stand full thick, and iron throngs of darts do daunt their face,  
And thou thy charet here alone in desert fields dost trace.   

Then Turnus at the diverse shape of things astunned stayed,  
And down his eyes he kest to ground, and whustinge nothing said.  
And there atonce great grief and shame his heavy heart doth fret  
Deep lodged within, and madness mixed in breast with sorrow great,  
And love incensed with rage, and privy touch of enemies might.  
But when from mind he darkness drove, and brought again the light:  
His flaming eyes with ire unto Laurentum walls he rolled,  
And from his charet hie the goodly town he did behold:  
When lo the flashing flames aloft the battelmentes had caught  
Of Turnus' noble tower, and up to heaven they crackling reached.  
A tower strong, made of wood, the prince himself had built alone,  
And choules had underlaid, and ladders made to mount thereon.  
Ah sister (than qd he) my death draws near hold thee content,  
Where gods, and spiteful fortune call, to follow I full am bend,  
And with Aeneas hand to hand to meet, and what our pain  
Augmenteth else with loss of loathsome life: that to sustain.  
And, sister, after this thou shalt not see me play the part  
Of coward knight, but give me licence now with all my heart  
I thee beseech, before my final rage, to rage's a while.  
He said, and as his desperate mind with inward wrath did boil:  
From charet down into the open fields his leap he takes,  
And forth through foes he throngs, his sorrowful sister there forsakes.  
And through the thickst of all the host holds on his frantic pace,  
And on each side the ray of enemies ranks he doth displace.  
Like as a rock that from a lofty mount doth headlong fall,  
Enforced with rage of wind, or else with showers, and water gall.  
Or when long years with ancient tract of time the hold did loose  
The hugy hill falls down with wondrous force, and away it goes,  
And proudly springs on ground, and woods, and beasts, and men, & all  
Before him tumblinge turns, and roulinge runs forth like a ball.  
So through his vanquished host forth Turnus mad in haste doth fly  
Where all the ground about with blood doth deeply drenched lie,  
And whirling deadly darts in th'air above do make a cloud.  
He beckons with his hand, and with his mouth thus cries aloud.  
Stay stay O Rutils now, and Latins hold your hands, no more.  
What ever chance befall, 'tis due to me though it go sore.  
'tis meeter I the broken league with smart deserved should buy,  
And in your steed myself alone with blade the quarrel try.  
They straight withdrew themselves, and wide roomth made him by & by.   

But lord Aeneas, Turnus' name whence once in ear he took:  
The sturdy city walls, and lofty towers anon forsook.  
And lingering lays aside, and all attempts leaves out of hand,  
And leaps for joy, and thundering there doth great in armour stand:  
As much as Athos mount, or Eryx hill, or rough with wood,  
And whom with snowy top all year to stand it doth much good  
High ancient Appeninus hill, that to the clouds doth rise.  
Then Rutils all, and Trojans all do bend their heedful eyes.  
And all Th' Italian troops likewise, both those the walls on high  
That keep, and those with engines great to break the walls that ply▪  
And armour down from shoulders lay. Latinus mazed stands,  
When such two mighty men he sees of limb, so stout of hands,  
In places so far distant borne meet there with so great might,  
And fully bend their force to try in single handed fight.  
Then they when first in empty field each other 'gan to view:  
With traverse swift about, each one his dart at other threw.  
Then straight to hand they come, their sword and targates meeting dash.  
There might you hear the ground to groan, their blades with blows do clash  
Thickedubled fet, good chance, and prowiss together in one are mixed.  
And like as when contention falls two mighty Bulls betwixt,  
On top of hugy Syla mount, or hill Tabernus' high,  
That for dominion evermore, and mastership do try:  
With horns they do invade, the fearful keepers stand a side,  
And all the flocking heard about deep silent doth abide,  
The hefers mumblinge soft do make, who now shall rule the roast,  
And whom the herd shall follow, as they do feed about the coast.  
They with all force, with mortal wound each other seeks to smite,  
And with their perilous crooked horns alone is all their fight.  
Their foul black reakinge blood, with channel large doth fall to ground,  
And neck & shoulders baths, with bellowing blood the wood doth sound.  
None otherwise Aeneas fierce, and stout lord Daunius meet  
With targates ready bent, and round the air with noise repléete.  
Then jupiter in heaven above in equal balance wayghes  
Their destinies both, and from his sentence grave a while he stays.  
And unto either diverse chance alottes, who shall endure  
More travails hard, and who the present death to die is sure.   

There Turnus vaunts himself and well he hopes, with all his might  
A sturdy blow he fettes, and on his toes he rises right.  
The stroke lights home, the Trojans shout, the Latins shake for fear,  
And both the armies roundabout amazed stand gaping there.  
But lo, the false and brittle sword is broken, and at that blow  
His Master quite deceived, 
Turnus' sword bro●… in pieces.  and abroad in slivers small it flow.  
And quite undone he was, had not he ta'en himself to flight.  
Thence fast he flies more swift than wind, and sees there in his sight  
A strange sword hilt, his stout right-hand likewise of weapon void.  
Report doth go, that when to battle first to go he joyed,  
And mounted first his charet hie forced forth with fear and ire:  
His father's sword he then mistook, and as haste did require,  
His wagoner Metiscus sword he took in steed of his,  
Which long, while Trojans turn their backs in flight, sufficient is.  
But when to armour made by god Vulcanus come it was:  
The mortal sword at first blow flies about like brickle glass,  
And little shivers round about lie shining in the grass.  
There Turnus in his flight, the broad wide fields doth trace about,  
Now here he turns, now there, and courses round fettes in and out.  
On every side a ring of Trojans thick incloasd him all,  
On this side lay a fen, on that side stood the city wall.  
Not less Aeneas then (howbeit full deep with arrow smit  
His faultringe knees do fail, and to run fast will not permit)  
Him after hies, and foot to foot at heels him urgeth nigh.  
Like as a Dear, that to the pleasant soil apace doth high,  
And there in meash of hugy net entrapped, doth quaking fear.  
The hunter comes with hounds, & with great barkings draws him near.  
He at the sturdy toil, and banks full hie right sore aghast:  
A thousand ways doth turn and wend, the noble hound doth haste,  
And gaping comes at heels, and now doth pinch, or like to pinch:  
He snoppes his jaws, and is deceived is bit by half an inch.  
Then rises round a shout, that shores, and lakes the same rebound,  
And all the heaven about with thumping thunder doth resound.   

Then Turnus flying fast doth all his Rutils forely blame,  
And for his sword well known, he calls to every one by name.  
Aeneas present death doth threat, and great destruction there,  
If eny do approach, and them still trembling more doth fear,  
And threats the city down to race, and walls unto the ground.  
And still (though wounded) draws him near, and now five courses round  
About they had absolved, and back five courses they begun,  
Both this way now, then that, nor for no trifle it is they run,  
But for king Turnus life they strive (alas) and for his blood.  
By chance thereby an Olive wild with bitter leaves there stood,  
Sacred to Faunus' god, to mariners a joyful tree,  
Where such as safe from shipwreck foul, and drenching saved be:  
Are wont their offerings up to hang, and garments known at full.  
This tree without respect at all, the Trojans up did pull,  
That without let wherein to fight the whole field they might have.  
There stuck Aeneas dart, him force in casting thither drove.  
The root it fast did hold, he bends him down, and there assays  
Thereout to pull the spear, and it at Turnus cast, his ways  
As forth he runs, whom he in running could not ever take.  
Then Turnus raging mad with fear, his prayer thus 'gan make.  
O Faunus pity take I pray (qd he,) thou worthy Ground  
Hold fast the dart, your honours if I ever saved found.  
Whom otherwise Aeneas crew by war have made profayne.  
He said, and to the gods his suit he did not make in vain.  
For though he strived long, and at the clung stem much did stay:  
Yet by no strength Aeneas could his spear pull thence away.  
Thus whilst he fiercely forcing stands, and still doth pluck and strain.  
Into her brother's wagoners Metiscus shape again  
juturna changed, his sword unto her brother doth restore.  
That Venus at this Nymphs so bold attempt disdaining sore,  
Drew near, and from the root beneath the dart she plucked out.  
Then they with weapons armed both, and waxed with courage stout,  
This trusting sword, the other fierce with spear Aeneas bend:  
'Gainst other gone, with martial might each one at other went.   

Therwhiles th'almighty king to juno speaking thus he told, 
jupiter speaketh to juno.   
That from a yellow cloud above, the batteill did behold.  
What shall the end hereof be wife? what now remaineth? say.  
Aeneas is a god thou knowest, thyself canst not denay.  
And that to heaven he longs, and to the stars to be extolled.  
What dost thou work? or in what hope abidste in clouds so cold?  
Is't meet a god with dint of mortal wound defiled should be?  
Or else (for what juturna could she do were not for thee?)  
The sword restored to Turnus be, and force to vanquished grow?  
Leave of at last at our request, lay down thy courage low.  
Nor let such privy Rancour fret thee more, this care and smart  
Let them (good juno) from thy sweet and pleasant mouth departed.  
We to the last are come, the Trojans vex by sea and land  
Thou mightst, and bloody wicked wars to raise was in thine hand,  
And houses to deface, and moanful marriages to make.  
But farther to attempt I thee forbid. Thus jove then spoke,  
And goddess juno with a lowly countenance thus replied.  
Almighty spouse, 
juno answereth Iupit●…  since first your heavenly pleasure I espied:  
Both Turnus, and the earth, and all I left against my william.  
Ne should you see me now in air alone to sit so still,  
And suffer thus such worthy unworthy things, but armed in fire  
In thickest throngs would thrust, and on the Trojans wreak mine ire.  
juturna I confess, I caused her woeful brother aid,  
And for his life (alas) I bid what could, should be assayed.  
Yet weapons none I wild her take, nor yet to bend her bow,  
I swear by dreadful springs whence stream of Styx along doth flow.  
The only true, and reverent Oath that heavenly gods do make.  
And now I do give place, and loathsome wars I quite forsake.  
But yet this one thing now, which destinies course doth not denay:  
For honour's sake of thine, and for all Latium grant I pray.  
That when (whereto I yield) in perfect peace they wedlocks knit,  
And wholesome laws appoint, and lasting leagues of friendship smit:  
Of Latin old inhabitors thou wouldst not change the name,  
Nor Troyans to be cauld, nor Teucer's yet command the same.  
Nor let them change their speech, but wear their weeds they ware of yore.  
Let Latium still abide, and Alban kings for evermore.  
Let Roman offspring be of power through great Italian might,  
Troy down is fallen, and with the name now let it perish quite.   

To whom the maker of gods and men thus answered smiling mild.  
Thou art my sister dear, and old Saturnus second child,  
Why dost thou then such hugy waves of rage roll in thy breast?  
But go to, from this late sprung grief set whole thy heart at rest.  
I grant thy suit, and witting willing there to do agree.  
Ausonians shall their language keep, and customs as they be,  
And as it is their name shall bide, in body only mixed  
Shall Troyans be, no difference more them both shallbe betwixt.  
Their manners, and their sacred rites I will oppoint them all,  
And I will 'cause all nations still they Latins them shall call.  
This stock that of Ausonian blood commixed shall shortly rise:  
In virtue men shall pass, and pass the Gods that devil in skies.  
Unto thee honour do no nation shall so much as they.  
Dame juno gave a nod, and glad, her mind she turns a way,  
And from the air departs, and leaves the cloud where she did stay.   

When this was done: the father of Gods a new devise doth prove,  
How from her brother's aid juturna Nymph he may remove.  
Two woeful plagues there been, that by right name men Furies call,  
Whom with Megaera hellish hag Night dark, 
The Furies are children of the Night.  and dreadful, all  
At one birth brought to light, and with like stings of serpents fell  
Them all did arm, and like wings gave that shift winds do excel.  
These jove before, and in the seat of Pluto dreadful king  
attending stand, and woeful fear to mortal men they bring,  
If dryrie death at eny time, or sickness vile to bear  
jove do command, or cities nought with bloody wars to fear.  
Of these then one from heaven jove down doth sand with speedy flight,  
And to juturna with ill luck bids fly her to affright.  
Away she goes, and unto earth with whirlwind flitteth fast,  
Noneotherwyse then when a shaft swift forth with bowstringe cast  
In deadly bitter poison dypt, through clouds apace doth fly,  
Which mortal shaft a Parthian shot, or Cydon man did wry:  
The singing tool through shadow flies, that none perceive it may.  
So went this child of Night, and so to earth she took her way.   

When Trojan host at hand, and Turnus hand she did espy:  
To shape of slendre foul herself she changes by and by,  
Suchas are wont on grisly graves, and desert houses sit  
By night, and in the dark their woeful tunes do charm, and chit.  

She turneth h●…self to a Shritchowle.  To this foul form thus turned, at Turnus' face she skirringe cries,  
And strikes his target with her wings, as here and there she flies.  
This new fear them his droupinge limbs with dread did cause to quake,  
His hear rose up on end, his trembling voice in jaws fast stake.  
But when the Furies hateful shritch from far, and wings she knew:  
juturna woeful wight, her hear from of her head she drew,  
And with her nails her face she rend, with hands she beaten her breast.  
Ah Turnus now (qd she) what may she do that loves the best?  
What way may now thy sister work, 
Inturnas complaint.  or what means is so strong,  
That I may practise same, thy woeful life for to prolong?  
Myself against such monsters to oppose am I of might?  
Nay nay, the battle now I leave, nor me with fear affright  
Do any more you filthy fowls, and hedges of Limbo low,  
Your hellish sound, and clapping of your wings I well do know.  
And well I wots the proud beheastes of jove so great of might,  
Now for my Maydenhoode bereft doth he me thus requite?  
Why gave he me eternal life, and death did take away?  
So that by mortal end these lasting griefs I might delay,  
And with my brother dear now down descend to shadows dead,  
If like as he (which would to God) a mortal life I lead.  
No pleasure of my pleasures all shall pleasant be to me  
O brother Turnus dear, and all for lack, and loss of thee.  
What ground (alas) will gape below my corpse therein to take,  
And bring me down (a Goddess though I be) to Limbo lake?  
This much she said: and straight her head in mantel blue she hid  
Sore sighing, and anon she threw herself the stream amid.   

Aeneas forceth forth, and mighty spear in hand doth shake  
Of sturdy timber framed, and with great courage thus he spoke.  
What tarience now is this? why, Turnus, dost thou kingre thus?  
In flight we must not strive, but near at hand in fight I was.  
Transform thyself to every shape, or else thy best assay.  
By force of arms, or else by craft to rid thyself away.  
Or wish unto the lofty stars by flittering wings to fly,  
Or covered else within some hollow cave in ground to lie.  
He shaking then his head: 'tis not thy bitter words that me  
Do make a feared, but Gods me fray, and jove my so (qd he.)  
He said no more, but straight a mighty stone he there beheld,  
A mighty ancient stone, that then by chance within the field  
There for a Bound did lie, and strife twixt lands for to appease.  
Scarce could twelve chosen men that on their shoulders lift with ease,  
Such men I mean, as now a days the earth to light doth bring.  
This up in hand he caught, and trembling at his foe did fling  
Arising up therewith, and forth his vease he fet withal.  
But he nor when he came, nor when he went to mind doth call,  
Or when he lifted up his hand, or when the stone he threw.  
His knees do fail, and through his blood a chilly cold there flew.  
The stone then rolling through the empty air his way did take,  
But forth at full it did not fly, nor yet the mark it strake.  
And like as in a dream when sleep by night hath closed our eyes,  
Sometimes in vain great courses forth to run we do devise,  
And in the midst of all our force anon begin to fail,  
Our tongue is tied, and through our body quite our strength doth quail,  
That make no noise we can, nor able are one word to say.  
To Turnus so, what ever manful means he doth assay:  
Success the cruel Fury doth deny. Then in his mind  
A thousand thoughts arise, his eyes he back doth cast behind,  
And on the Rutils, and the Town he looks, and doubts for fear,  
And trembles when he thinks at hand to come the fatal spear,  
Nor knows which way to wend, nor how against his foe to fly,  
His charet nor his charet maid he can no where espy.   

Whilst thus he doubts, Aeneas forth his spear doth shake in sight,  
And vauntadge watcheth with his eye, thenstrait with all his might,  
Afar he flings it forth. Not so doth cast the hugy stones  
The enginne great, that to break walls of towns is made for nonce.  
Nor with such clap the lightning bright out of high heaven doth braced.  
The murdringe spear flies forth, and whirlwindlike, doth flit as fast.  
And through his armour bran of proof it heats, and bucklar bright  
With seven thick linings laid, into the thigh it strake him quite.   

Then Turnus wounded down to ground with doubled knees doth fall.  
The Rutils woeful shouts do raise, and round the hills withal  
Resoundinge make, and all the woods the noise beaten back again.  
He then on ground, his yéeldinge eyes, and hand of pardon fain  
entreating up doth hold, and sure I have deserved (qd he)  
Nor pardon ask I none, use now thy chance at will on me.  
But if regard of ancient sire, thy mind sumdeale may touch,  
(For unto thee of late thy father Anchises old was such:)  
Upon king Daunus ancient years do thou some pity take,  
And me, or whether thou meanest devoid of vital life to make:  
Restore unto my friends, for thou hast won, these hands of mine  
Th' Ausonians saw to yield, and fair Lavinia now is thine.  
Not farther let thy rage proceed. Fierce there in arms did stand  
Aeneas casting down his eyes, and still he stayed his hand.  
And more and more the gentle speech to suage his mind began:  
When lo, (alas) th'unlucky Belt that on his shoulders than  
Aloft with buckles glittringe bright with gold that garnished were,  
appeared, which he knew rightwell, that Pallas young did bear:  
Whom Turnus with a mighty wound had slain not long before,  
And now the pillage of his foe upon his shoulders wore.  
But when with eyes these tokens great of grief he did behold  
And spoils, with rage incensed, in fury wood, and uncontrolled:  
Ah wretch (qd he) dost think that wearing spoils of mine, from me  
Shalt so escape? Now Pallas with this wound, now Pallas thee  
Doth offer up, and on thy wicked blood revenge doth take.  
This saying, deep him to the heart with naked sword he strake  

Dissolution of life.  All hot with ire, the native heat his limbs doth straight forsake,  
His ghost flies fast with grief, and great disdain, to Limbo lake.   
DEO GRATIAS.  
Finitum Londini, per Thomam Twynum, vi. julij. 1573. Opus. xx. dierum plus minus, per internualla temporum.   

Master Phaers Conclusion to his interpretation of the Aeneidos of Virgil, by him converted into English verse.  
THus farfourth (good readers) aswell for defence of my country language (which I have heard discommended of many, and esteemed of some to be more than barbarous) as also for honest recreation of you the nobility, gentlemen and Ladies that study no Latin, I have taken some travail to express this most excellent writer, as far as my simple ability extended. And if god send me life and leisour, I purpose to set forth the rest, unless it may like some other that is better armed with learning, to prevent my labours, whereof I assure you, I would be right glad, contenting myself sufficiently with this, that by me first this gate is set open. If now the young writer's will vouchsafe to enter: they may found in this language, both large and abundant camps of variety, where in they may gather innumerable sorts, of most beautiful flowers, figures, and phrases, not only to supply the imperfection of me: but also to garnish all kinds of their own verses with a more clean and compendious order of meeter, than heretofore commonly hath been accustomed. And if any further help I may do to that purpose, I shall more gladly bestow my travail hereafter, if I may know that these my beginnings be of you gently taken and embraced. Trusting that you my right worshipful masters, and students of Universities, and such as be teachers of children and readers of this author in Latin, will not be to much offended, though every verse answer not to your expectation. For (besides the diversity between a construction and a translation) you know there be many mystical secrets in this writer, which uttered in English would show little pleasure, and in mine opinion are better to be untouched, than to diminish the grace of the rest with tediousness and darkness. I have therefore followed the counsel of Horace, teaching the duty of a good interpreter, Qui quae desperat nitescere posse, relinquit, by which occasion, somewhat I have in places omitted, somewhat altered, and some thing I have expounded, and all to the ease of inferior readers, for you that are learned need not to be instructed. I mean not to prejudice any that can do finer, only I desire you to bear with my travail, and among other to pardon my first book, wherein I found this new kind of fingering somewhat strange unto me, and to say the truth I had never any quiet from troubles, to confer or peruse that book, or any of the rest, as I most desired. You may therefore accept them, as things roughly begun, rather than polished, and where you understand a fault, I desire you, with silence patiently pass it, and upon knowledge given to me, I shall in the next setting forth, endeavour to reform it. And if any with this will not be contented, than let him take it in hand, and do it a new himself, and I nothing mistrust, but he shall found it an easier thing to control a piece or two, than to amend the whole of this enterpretation. Thus I commit you to god gentle Readers, and I pray you correct these errors escaped in the printing.   

Errors escaped in the printing.  

H 2. pag. 2. line, 27. read O country land (qd he)  
Q 3. pag. 2. line 25. for feeds, read seeds.  
Q 4. pag. 1. line 19 whom thee, read whom when the.  
R 1. pag. 1 line 2. for enfeere, read enteere.  
Ff 1. pag. 1. line 18. Vulcanus, read Vulcan's.  
G g 3. pag. 1. line 29. for parge, read page.