DIDO'S DEATH.  
Translated out of the best of Latin Poets, into the best of vulgar Languages.  
By one that hath no name.  
LONDON: Printed by N. O. for Walter Burr. 1622.   

The fourth Book of VIRGIL'S AENEID.  
But the already hurt heavy-griev'd Queen.  
The wound seeds in her veins of fire unseen:  
The man's much worth, great honour of the nation  
Runs in her mind, his looks, and his relation,  
In print stick in her thoughts, no rest grief yields.  
Next day with sun light had surveyed the fields,  
And from the Pole removed the Dewy shade,  
When she thus ill in health, well yet ill said  
To her owne-minded sister, sister Anne,  
What dreams fright me in doubt? who may this Man?  
This new guest be thus lighted on our Land?  
What manlike looks? How stout of heart & hand,  
He is in saith, faith is not vain, of Race,  
Doubtless divine, Fear argues spirits base:  
Ah, with what fortunes tossed, what battles fought,  
Saw he and sung? Sure settled in my thought  
Were it not never more wedlock to prove,  
Since I through death alas, lost my first love,  
Did I not loath joys of the marriage bed,  
This one time I, perhaps, might fall to wed,  
For I'll confess Nan, since our houses stain,  
My hapless husband was by brother slain,  
This only man hath moved my faltering mind,  
And stirred some sparks, marks of old flames I find.  
But may the opening earth first swallow me  
(Chaste modesty) Ioues Thunder make me see  
The Ghosts, pale Ghosts of hell, and deaths deep night,  
 I wrong thee, or thy laws loosely slight:  
He that my first love had, hath, and shall have  
All my affection buried in his grave.  
So said and bosom filled with weeping eyes;  
O, more than life loved sister Anne, replies,  
Will you alone still mourning, youth outwearing.  
Bar yourself Venus blessing-sweets, son bearing?  
Think you the dead like that, or souls departed?  
Although no suitors, sick, while fresh grief smarted,  
No Lybian Lords for husbands could be prized,  
Though even at Tyre jarbas was despised;  
And Chiefs, which afric rich in Triumphs shows  
Were scorned, will you a love you like oppose?  
Forget you in whose coast you planted are,  
Here Townes Getulian, men unmatched in war;  
Unbridled Numids there, sands on that side,  
Of Syrtis Desert dry, and raging wide  
Barcaans': not to tell wars that may tied  
From Tyre through brother's threats—  
Friend juno, lucky gods, auspicious weather,  
Sure brought these Trojan ships in good time hither.  
O what a Town of this (sister) your eyes  
May see from such a match, what Empire rise?  
To what exploits, if Trojan valour go.  
In company, may Punic glory grow?  
Ask you but gods good will, go sacrifice,  
And entertaining guest with courtesies,  
Quoin causes for his stay, winter amain  
Rageth at sea, and stormy stars now reign,  
Such bruised ships may not brook weather so foul:  
These words inflame the with love burning soul  
Give doubtful hopes, & blushing fears control.  
First to the Temple Altars they repair,  
For luck, as use is, slain two-yeerelings are,  
To Bacchus, Phoebus, Ceres, lawgivar,  
And juno chief, that takes of wedlock care,  
Fair Dido in her right hand holds the cup,  
Which in the white Cow's forehead she turns up,  
Or for the gods, and their fat Altars lifts  
Her dancing limbs, or day makes new with gifts,  
Or in poor Beasts cleft bosom poring pries,  
With their yet panting entrailes too advice:  
Alas blind Augurs, what help can be had,  
From holy Church, or vows for women mad.  
A soft sweet fire the marrow eats, concealed,  
A green wound in the heart is hid, not healed:  
Poor Dido burns in love, out of her mind,  
All o'er the Town she god's, so the hurt Hind,  
Some shepherd hunting in the forest hit,  
Unwares, fare off, leaving, not knowing it,  
His deadly arrow sticking in her fide,  
Through woods & lawns, o'er hills & valleys hied,  
Now through the streets she doth Aeneas guide,  
Shows the Town's wealth, and how 'tis fortified,  
Offers to speak, half uttered words call in,  
And as day ends, the same feasts still begin.  
Again to hear Troy's turmoils fond she prays,  
Hangs on his lips, depends on that he says,  
And parted, when by turns, clouds, moonlight shade  
And shooting stars declining sleep persuade,  
Alone she mourns, for bed on void floor lies,  
And absent, absent him both hears and eyes,  
Or caught with father's shape in lap doth feat  
Ascanius, love unspeakable to cheat,  
Buildings begun, rise not, young men untrained,  
Nor ports for peace, nor forts for war maintained,  
Works broken off stand still, huge threatening wall  
With skie-high Engen stands as it would fall.  
When Ioues dear wife found her so plaguy ill,  
That no care of her fame stopped her wood-will,  
Thus to fair Venus Satur's daughter says,  
Large spoils no doubt you get and goodly praise  
You, and your lad, great memorable Name,  
If craft of two gods conquer one poor Dame,  
Nor failed I, knowing how my Town you fear,  
And how suspect high Carthage houses were,  
But shall there be no end? Why still such strife?  
Better eternal peace make man and wife.  
Contract let us, you have your hearts desire.  
Poor Dido burns with love, her back's on fire,  
Let us in common than this people sway,  
And blessed, let her love cherish, and obey  
This Trojan, that for dowry these Tyrians may  
Handfast. To her that with dissembling heart,  
She saw spoke this, Rome's Empire to convert  
To Carthage, Venus answered, who would choose,  
Unwise to war with thee, or this refuse  
Great juno, so success make thy words good,  
If (which I doubt) with fates decree it stood,  
To make one Town of Troy and Tyre if love  
Such mixing league, such union approve,  
Y●u are his wife, his mind 'tis sit you move,  
Oh then I am your servant. juno cries,  
That care be mine, but now let us device,  
How things may come to pass, mark and I'll show  
AEneas and unhappy Dido go  
A hunting to the woods when next days light  
Shall show the world the sun's beams rising bright  
On them a black cloud mixed with hail I'll pour,  
And while the fearful troops ride searching o'er  
The woods for shrowds, thunder shall fill the sky;  
And dark night hide the flying company  
About the forest round, a Grot or Cave  
Dido, the same the Trojan chief shall have,  
Where present, if your mind be well made known,  
In wedlock firm I'll join her for his own,  
A joyful wedding 'twill be, naught opposing.  
Venus doth nod, and smiles at her found glozing;  
Mean time the sea forsaking morning rose,  
By day break through the Ports, youth chosen goes  
Hays, toils & hunting staffs, steel headed round,  
Rank rider's store, and deep fleet good nosed hound,  
At the Queen's lingering chamber door, the best  
Of Cartha●e wait, in gold and purple dressed,  
Fierce trampling horse stand champing foaming bits,  
At length with mighty troop forward she sits,  
Rich robe about embroidered sca●● she wears,  
At which gilt Quiver hangs ●old curls her hairs,  
And golden loops, the 〈◊〉 garment tie,  
Brave too the Trojan 〈◊〉 ●s go stately by,  
And glad I●vlu●, b●●●●●●e them all,  
Fairest Aeneas joining troops, doth fall  
In consort, like Apollo, when he rides,  
From Lycian wintering, and Xanthus' tides,  
To visit Mother's Deal, to mask and dance  
About his altars mixed Cretans prance,  
Mad, merry Greeks' and painted Scythians,  
On Cynthus top he stalks, his lose locks wound  
Up in gold curls for sport with green bough crowned  
The arrows clattering at his back like pace  
Aeneas went, like glory in his face.  
Come to the mountains, and wild dens vntraced,  
The putup kids, from craggy rocks make haste  
To clamber up the hill, while down amain.  
Dust raising Herds of dear, scour over the plain  
While in the Lawns now these now those in course  
Ascanius beats, proud of swift running horse,  
And for those harmless beasts from hill prays some  
Wild foaming Boar, or Lion fierce may come.  
Mean while great thundering murmur fills the clouds  
And storm with mixed hail follows, soon for shrouds  
The Lords of Tire and Trojan vouch seek out,  
And young Ascanius fearful fields about.  
From hills down torrents rush, one cave or grot,  
Did●, ●he same the Trojan chief had got:  
First earth, and juno wedlock's friend, give signs  
As party to the Match, skie-lightning shines.  
And fairy Nymphs house from the highest hills,  
This first day of her death, first of her ills,  
'Cause was, no care of State nor fame doth move  
Dido, henceforth no thought of stealing love,  
She calls it marriage, and with that fair name,  
Cloaks the foul fault: but quickly the ill fame  
Through africk's Cities great goes. Fame an ill,  
None fleeter, that doth grow with moving still,  
And going gathers strength, small first through fear,  
Forthwith unto the sky herself doth rear,  
The go by ground in clouds doth hide her head,  
Whom Mother earth, stirred by god's wrath 'tis said,  
Brought fourth Euceladus and Ceius last  
Sister swift feet and wings pernicious fast  
Th'huge dreadful monster hath each feather under  
A waking eye, as many more (to wonder)  
Tongues, speaking mouths, and listening ears like number.  
A nights, to sweet sleep never bending eyes,  
Through heaven, amidst earth's shades she shreiking flies.  
By day strange sentinel, on top she sets  
Of house or towers high and great towns threats,  
As well as uttering truths lewd lies regrating,  
Glad now she filled the people with much prating,  
Things done, and never done alike relating,  
How Dido fair matching herself is mating  
With one Aeneas come of Trojan blood,  
But through lewd love forgetting kingdoms good  
They winter too long hugging now in sports  
Consume. men's mouths filled round with these reports  
The fiend to King jarbas bends her course,  
T'incense his mind, and raging wrath enforce.  
Him Garamas his ravished daughter bare,  
To: Ammon. he a hundred Temples fair,  
In his large land to jove had consecrated  
A hundred Altars where Priests ever waited,  
And holy fire still burnt with blood of beast  
Fat soil, doors flourishing with Garlands dressed,  
He mad in mind, enraged with this ill news,  
Before the Altars and the gods did use  
This speech on knees, with hands up heaved to love,  
Almighty jupiter, whom Moor's that love  
To feast on painted beds do honour, now  
Like Bacchus seest thou this? or do we bow  
With vain fear father to thy thunder strokes,  
Or do clouds empty sounds and shining smokes  
Fright us! a woman wand'ring up and down  
Our Coast bought leave to build a little town,  
She to whom laws with land to till we gave,  
That us to husband would not deign to have,  
Master AEneas takes to Lord and marries,  
And now with his half men the spruce-chind Paris,  
Whose gofferd hair new-fangled cap keeps down;  
In joys his rape, while with rich gifts we crown  
Thy Temples, fond of such sire's vain renown.  
Him plaining thus and Altars holding fast.  
Th'Almighty herd, and angry look down cast  
On the Queen's Court, and to forgetful Lovers,  
Of their good name, than thus his will discovers  
To Mercury: go son, call west-winds, fly  
To Trojan chief, that doth in Carthage lie,  
Looking for Cities yet by fates decreed,  
Respects not, post my words through air with speed,  
Say his fair mother no such man proposed,  
When twice in combat twice with siege enclosed  
From Greeks' we saved him; but one such as should  
Rule Italy in Empire fruitful, bold  
In battles, and such race from Troy unfold,  
As might the whole world in awe and order hold.  
If glory of so great things move him not,  
Nor his own praise with pain and labour got,  
Envies the fire his son Ascanius  
Should rule in Rome? what plots, hopes make him thus  
In foes l●nd linge●, laying Italy,  
And all thoughts of his Latin offspring by?  
Get him to sea, that's all, from us this tell,  
Quoth jupiter, his s●nne beving fell  
To tying on his golden winged shoes,  
With which, o'er sea and land aloft a goes,  
Swift as a gale, the white wand in his hands,  
With which he calls pale souls from hell: comman●s  
Some thither sad: gives sleep, and sleep deprives,  
Eyes sealing up in death, with this a drives  
The winds, and over clouds tempestuous swims,  
Now flying tops he sees, and craggy brims  
Of Atlas heard whose height heaven underprops,  
Of Atlas, that in foul mists eve wrops  
His woody wind and weather beaten head,  
His shoulders with deep snow still falling spread,  
Rivers run down his aged chin, his beard  
With I ceacles all horrid, hory-hayrd.  
Here first Cyllemus his wings plaining, stayed  
Then shooting body down, steep stooping made,  
Like River hawk that late Tree, steeple high,  
Now close, by fish, full brooks bank low doth fly  
Cyllenes son, so coming f●om her father,  
His twigging wings, 'twixt heaven & earth did gather  
o'er Afric's sandy Coast cutting the wines,  
Soon as his winged feet huts touched, he finds,  
Aeneas founding Castles, new house building  
His sword shined, set with stones like stars and guilding  
Fire-red, rich robe about his shoulders told,  
A gift fair Dido wrought with finest gold:  
Strait to him O thou man uxorious says,  
That founding Carthage fair Town now dost raise,  
Forgetting thine own State affairs, the King  
Of gods, whose power heaven & earth can wring,  
From bright Olympus, sends me down to bring  
Thee post through air with speed this his command:  
What plot's? hopes make thee linger in Foes land,  
If glory of those gre●t things move thee not,  
Nor thy own praise with pain and labour got,  
Ascanius rising yet regard, and those  
Hopes of thy son and heirs, to whom Rome owes  
Empire in Italy: Cyllanius  
Out of his sight as a was speaking thus,  
Vanished to air, the vision senseless struck  
AEneas mute, in throat speech faltering stuck,  
Through fear his stairing hair an end did stand,  
Feign would he fly, and leave the loved sweet land,  
Astonished with such message, gods command.  
But O, how shall he do? what words may win  
The angry Queen? where shall he first begin  
〈◊〉 musing mind, now this, now that way hasting:  
●●guing to and fro, and all doubts casting:  
At length on this, as best opinion falls,  
Mnesteus, Sergestus, stout Cloanthus calls  
To rig the Fleet, get men aboard, Arms fit,  
All without noise, dissembling cause of it.  
Mean while, ere Dido know what they intent  
Good soul, that hopes such love shall never end,  
Himself will try the best time Ice to break,  
And way most fit for his affairs to speak,  
They glad, obeying all, soon did his will,  
But to deceive a Lover, who hath skill?  
Their craft, their plots, and all they go about,  
The Queen suspecting all-safe, first found out  
The same fame impious to her rage declared,  
The Fleet was arming, men for sea prepared,  
She storms, and witless round about the town,  
Runs mad, like Bacchus she priests up & down,  
Incensed in their Triennial sacrifice,  
With Bacchus and Cithaeron's nightly cries.  
At length she first falls on AEneas thus,  
And couldst thou hope false man, to go from us  
In silence, hiding sin so detestable?  
Was not my love? nor thy faith plighted able,  
Nor the ill death Dido would die? to stay  
Thy voyage, but that posting thus away,  
Thou wilt in winter, and with storms unkind,  
To sea, strange lands dwellings unknown to find?  
Alas, if old Troy were to sail unto,  
To Troy, in sea so grown thou wouldst not go.  
Me fliest thou? By these tears, that hand of thine  
Since I have nought else hapless left me mine,  
By our contract, half marriage, if of thee  
I ought deserved well ever, if in me  
Ought pleased, some pity let house falling find,  
If prayers may take place, pray change this mind,  
For thee all africk's people's hate I bear  
Of Numid Kings, and Tyrians ill will fear,  
And chastity I lost for thee the same,  
My so to stars extolled first fame, good name,  
For whom, O dost thou leave me dying, Guest,  
That only name of husband, now doth rest,  
Why stay I? till Pigmaleon overthrew  
My Town? Or till the Moor jarbas show  
Me captive: had I yet ere thou hadst gone  
By thee, to play withal some little one,  
Aeneas only looking like A child  
I should not seem so wholly left beguiled,  
Quoth she, On Ioues will he, that fixed his eyes,  
Suppressing sorrow in his heart, replies  
At length, thus short, fair Queen never will I,  
Most you can speak of, your deserts deny,  
Nor leave remembering Queen Elizabeth,  
Tll I forget myself, while I have breath.  
Now to the business, somewhat I shall say,  
I never went about to steal away:  
Invent it not, nor hoped to hide my going  
Nor ever marriage meant, nor came a wooing,  
If fates would let me lead the life I would,  
And as I list compose my cares, I should  
Troy first affect where friends sweet relics rest,  
Pyrams high house should stand, and my hand blest  
Another new Troy for the vanquished found,  
But now for Italy by Phoebus bound,  
Great Italy, by Oracles command,  
There lies my love, and that my Country land,  
If you a Tyrian Carthage stay to eye,  
A Town in afric, why should you envy  
Us men of Troy, to plant in Italy,  
We two for Crowns, may foreign kingdoms try,  
My sire, Anchyses troubled ghost doth fright  
Me in my sleep, warning as oft as night  
Clothes earth with dewy shades, & stars rise bright  
And dear head wronged, Ascanius to my child  
Moves me, of Crown and fatal lands beguiled  
But, lately Hermes sent from jove (I call  
Both heads to witness, through swift air brought all  
The Gods w ll, I the God saw plain as day,  
Entering the Town, and heard all he did say,  
Leave then to vex me, and thyself with plaining  
I Italy pursue not of myself—  
By this on him thus speaking with a frown,  
She looked averse, and ●owl●ng up and down,  
St ll eyes beheld him round, at last a fire  
Burst out, false-man: true Trojan to thy Sire  
Thou never hadst, Nor Goddess to thy mother;  
But some hardhearted stony Rock or other  
Bred thee, some Scythian Tigers was thy Nurse,  
For why dissemble I? or stay for worse,  
Not sigh while I wept? not at all eyes moving,  
Not yield, o'ercome one Tear, nor me so loving  
Once pity: which to which shall I first settle,  
Now now alas no more, juno the great  
Nor Saturn's, son beholding this is just,  
Whom, when, ah where shall any safely trust.  
I entertained thee landless, poor, out cast  
And witless, partner in my Kingdom placed,  
Lost fleet and friends, from death restored to thee  
O whither fired do Furies hurry me.  
Apollo now forsooth, now Oracles  
Now sent from jove himself, God's Truchman tells,  
Their pleasure harsh, as if those higher powers  
Would take such pains or quiet cared for ours.  
I stay thee not, nor to thy pleas reply,  
Go, seek Kingdoms at Sea, search Italy  
Among the winds. I trust if ought at all  
Good Gods can do, thy punishment shall fall  
Among the Rocks, and thou on Dido call  
Full oft, I'll follow in fire Funeral,  
And when cold death from flesh this soul shall sever  
A ghost i'll haunt thee lewd man, tortured ever  
Thou shalt be and I hear of it in Hell,  
Then ill air. As these speeches from her fell  
She flies, and from his sight flinging away,  
Left him much fearing, meaning much to say:  
Her fainting Limbs her waiting Maids conveyed  
To Chamber rich and soon in soft bed laid,  
But good AEneas though he fain would ease  
Her grief with Comfort: woe with words appease  
In mind, made weak through mighty love, much mourning  
Yet doth obey Gods Will. To Fleet returning,  
And then along the shore the Troyans' fall,  
To work, to launch their new Carynd ships tall,  
Bearing aboard for Oars green boughs and all  
Rough Oaks unwrought for haste.  
By Gy●ges from all parts one might see them hurry,  
And as when Aunts foreseing Winter, bury  
In their small hills, huge heaps of spoiled Corn,  
The black troop flocks a field, and often borne  
The booty is through grass by narrow path,  
Great grains to shoulder forward one part hath  
In charge, another to conduct the swarm,  
And punish faults, all parts with work wax warm.  
What seeing this thought Dido, what felt she  
Poor soul, how sight on shore such work to see  
From her high Castle, and before her eyes,  
Her whole-sea filled so, with such shooting cries,  
V l Love what dost thou not man's heart compel?  
Again to weeping forced again, she fell  
To love submitting humble prayers to try,  
That she unprooud leave nothing ere she die,  
●ee sister Anne to sh●re, how hasting heady,  
They flock on all sides, sails f●r wind are ready:  
With streaming Flags, glad Saylors, Poope have crowned,  
Can I have thought such sorrow to have found,  
I should have borne it, Sister this alone  
Do for me hapless, for that fa thlesse one  
Love's thee, only to thee, thoughts secrets showing  
All the Man's ways our meeting times all knowing,  
Go sister humbly say to that proud foe  
With Greeks' in Aulys, trojans overthrow.  
I never vowed, nor fleece against Troy sent,  
Nor wronged his fire Anohises ghost, nor rend  
His Grave, why hard, will he not hear a word,  
O whither headlong hasts he? yet afford  
His hapless Lover this last boon, he may  
For safer passage and winds fairer stay.  
Now the old promised marriage which he broke  
I ask not that for my sake, he forsake  
Fair Italy, or leave a Crown to take  
Small time space, Rest my raging to relieve,  
Till my mishaps teach me o'ercome to grieve,  
is all I crave, oh sister pity get  
This last suit for me, death shall pay the debt,  
Such woeful words she used, such to and fro,  
The wretched sister carried but no woe  
Moves him, nor words at all, a gentle hairs  
Fates hinder, God stops the man's gentle ears.  
As when North winds striving to overthrew  
Some old hardhearted Oak, in full strength blow  
Broad branches up and down, storms blustering sound  
Goes fare, Trunk shaken, bows deep strew the ground,  
Yet fast in Rock the Tree sticks, for as high  
As the proud top grows toward Heaven, as nigh  
The Roots run down to Hell. Aeneas so  
With frequent Messages tossed too and fro,  
And torn in his great heart doth feel much pain,  
Yet mind stands firm, & tears are shed in vain.  
Fate-frighted hapless Dido then doth pray,  
For death, loath more to look on heaven or day,  
And more to make her desperate, mind to dye,  
Fearful to tell, late sacrificing by  
The Incense burning Altars, as she stood  
Black holy water grew, to filthy blood,  
The poured Wine turned, this fight she told to none,  
Not to her Sister. In her house of stone,  
A Temple too she had, of former Spouse,  
By her much Reverenced with holy bows,  
And Snowwhite Wool adorned, whence oft she hears  
A voice that like her husbands call appears,  
When dark night holds the World. The ellenge Owl,  
Oft on her housetop dismal tunes did howl,  
Lamenting woeful notes at length outdrawing,  
And many former Fortune tellers, awing  
Forewarnings fright; Aeneas too in Dreams  
Makes her run mad, left by herself, she seems  
Alone, some uncouth foul long way to have taken  
Tyrians to seek in desert Land forsaken.  
So troops of Furies, Pentheus in his rage  
Beholds too sons, and double Thebes on stage,  
So tossed Orestes, Agamemnon's son,  
From mother armed with snakes & brands doth run,  
While at his door hell hags re●engefull rest,  
O'ercome with grief, with furies so possessed,  
Dido resolves to dye, and when she had  
Cast when and how, thus said to Sister sad,  
Fair hopeful looks hiding a purpose bad,  
I have found out a way sister, joy bid  
To make him loving me, else of him rid,  
Near the Seas utmost bound where sun doth see,  
From furthest Ethiops Land where Atlas great,  
Wheel fit for burning Stars, turns with his shoulder  
A Massyle Shee-priest is to me the unfoulder,  
That is the Hesperides fair Temple-houlder,  
And feeds the Dragon, sacred boughs to keep  
With honey sops and poppy sauct for sleep,  
She undertakes what minds she list to cure  
With charms force others loves hard pains endure,  
Stay Rivers, turn back stars, make mortals Meet  
Hobgoblins, or earth groan under their feet,  
And Trees stalk down from Hills: dear Sister all  
The Gods and thee, and thy sweet head I call  
To witness for't, I try Art Magic's power  
Go you and in some inner open Tower  
Make secret fire, the man's sword that in our  
Bedchamber hangs, and all he left lay on  
With wedding bed wherein I was undone,  
The showing Shee-priest wils that every token,  
Of the lewd man be burnt, she ceased this spoken,  
All deadly pale, yet Arm no funeral,  
In these new rites so cloaked suspects at all,  
Nor sister half so mad imagineth  
Nor worse can fear then in first husband's death,  
She therefore doth her will—  
But now in one of th'inner open Towers,  
Huge fire of Pine & Wainescore made, with flowers,  
The Queen the place strewed, and with Funeral  
Wreaths crowned, then on she lays the sword, and all  
AEneas left, and in the bed alas,  
His picture knowing what should come to pass.  
Shee-priest with Hair lose altars round about,  
Three hundred names of gods doth thunder out  
Hell Chaos, and the threefold Hecatee,  
Moons Powers, or Maid Diana's faces three,  
Then water powers, Avernus counterfeiting  
Ripe herbs with Brass Scythe mowed, by moonlight getting,  
With milk of poison black. Hippoman torn  
From unlicked forehead of the Foal newborn,  
The Ma●es fore-ravisht love.  
Herself w●●h holy Lamp near Altars side,  
In pure hands one foot bare, and  untied,  
Dying to witness calls or coniureth  
The Gods and stars acquainted with her death,  
Then mindful prays just powers if any are,  
That of unequal tied Lovers take care,  
'twas night, and in the world limbs weary took  
Sweet rest, no winds woods or seas raging shaken  
When stars were turned half down and every field.  
Was still, beasts, painted birds, and all that held  
Large liquid Lakes, or bush-rough thickets lay,  
A sleep in silent night, toils of the day  
Forgetting, at heart's case, but not in mind,  
Unhappy Dido she no sleep could find,  
Her breast no rest, her sight no night received,  
But care increased, and when she rose more grieved,  
Love raged, and with great tide of choler swelling,  
Thus she insists in heart, thus falls a telling.  
What shall I do? shall I the wooers woe,  
Whom first I mocked, or humbly seek unto  
The Numid match which I disdained so still,  
Or follow trojans fleet and their last will  
So well I sped: my first good turns have won  
So much? so long they mind old favours done,  
But who w●ll let me say I would aboard  
To take me scorned, which proud ship will afford  
Ah knowst thou not? feelst thou not yet sorlorne,  
How false Laomidons Race is sorsworne?  
What then? with singing sailors shall I fly  
Alone? or chase them with whole company  
Of Tyrians strong, and whom I got scarce well,  
From Tyre again to Sea to fail compel.  
Dye rather, let deserved death grief assuage,  
You sister with my tears won in my rage,  
You first these ills brought on me to this Foe  
Subjected, mateless than I might not so  
Like Turtle live, blameless and neue● know  
These cares, but keep faith promised, Husband dead.  
Such she in heart, broken plaints uttered.  
But in tall ship, sure now resolved to go,  
Aeneas slept, things ready right in show.  
The same God looking like again appears  
To him in dream, warning he thinks, he hears  
Like Mercury in all, speech hue, and hair  
So yellow, limbs so handsome youthful were,  
Sleep canst thou Goddess son in such a case,  
Fond seest thou not what dangers thee embrace,  
Dost thou not hear how happy good wind blows,  
Plots Dido in her heart, mischievous sows,  
Resolved to dye, strange tide of Choler flows,  
Fly then in haste, while power to hast thou hast,  
The sea soon full of masts, fierce flames thou mayst  
Behold of fire all ready, all on shore,  
If day on this Land take thee lingering more  
Dispatch. A woman strange, false fickle thing  
Still is, quoth he in dark night vanishing.  
But frighted with the Dream, Aeneas than  
Rousing himself from sleep, calls up his men  
Wake haw, hast sons, fall to your Oars amain.  
Hoist sails the God from high Heaven sent again  
To post away, and Cables cut spurs me,  
And so we will good God, who ere thou be,  
We follow glad obeying thy command,  
Come O come help us pleased on thy right hand,  
Stars lucky show, said he, and sword like thunder  
Flashing, drew forth and hausets hewed in sunder,  
Like heat had all, they hale, hast farewell bid  
The shore the sea under their sails lies hid,  
Their strokes together force foam blue seas brushing,  
And now on earth first casting fresh light blushing,  
Aurora Tython's yellow Couch-bed leaves,  
When Dido from her watch tower first perceives  
Daylight break white, the Fleet in order sailing,  
Coast clear, no Ships in empty port, then wailing,  
Her fair breast oft she smit, and from her head,  
Tearing gold hair. Oh jupiter she said,  
And shall this stranger go thus jeering hence,  
Mocking my Land, in arms is there no sense,  
May not my whole Towns forces after make,  
And Fleet with Fleet, with ships ships spoiling take:  
Go quick, fire, fight, sail, row, what is't I speak,  
Where am I? am I mad? unhappy weak  
Queen Dido, moved with this lewd part of his,  
Now art thou touched? thou shouldst have thought of this  
When King thou mad'st him, see the troth and faith  
Of him that country Gods in Consort hath,  
Men say the goodman on whose shoulders borne,  
Sire aged was, Oh that I could have torn  
That flesh of his, and carcase cast to fishes,  
Killed friends, or slain Aseanius, and in Dishes  
For Father to have fed on, set the Lad.  
But wars chance doubtful had been. Would it had.  
Whom feared, I dying, I had set on fire  
Cabins, filled Decks with flames, and son and fire,  
And race destroyed, myself and all undone,  
Oh all earth's works with light surveying Sun,  
And thou these cares Interpreter, all-knower  
juno, thou Hecate by night way goer  
So hallowed, ye revengeful powers all,  
And guilty Stars of dying Didocs' fall,  
Hear this, and with mishaps deserved grace, give  
My prayer, if needs this naughty man must live  
To Port, on Land, in Italy to get,  
If Ioues decrees such end have set, Oh yet  
By people bold in battle vexed, through war  
Banished from home, from son's embracements fare,  
Aid let him beg, friends base deaths let him see  
And yielding to unequal peace-lawes he  
Nor Kingdom nor wished life enjoy, but die  
Untimely, and in dirt unburied lie  
I pray, this last wish I with blood pour out,  
And you oh Tyrians, let your offspring stout,  
Hate his, this comfort send me to my grave,  
No Love, no good league let his people have,  
But from my bones may some revenger spring,  
With fire and sword Trojan Race following,  
Now and in times to come of power and might,  
Shore against shore, seas to seas opposite,  
Cursed swords with swords, may children's children's sight,  
Thus saying and on all sides casting thought,  
To end a loathed life forthwith she sought  
Strait to Sythaeus Nurse, Barce she sod,  
For in old country Land her own was ded,  
Dear Nurse, my sister Nan, cause to come hither,  
Bid her first washed in running streams together,  
Bringing the cattles, and the offering shown,  
Com● you with holy veil, o'er your head thrown,  
To sacrifice to Pluto, I intent  
Rites well begun, prepared my ears to end,  
And Trojan to hel-fire in picture send  
She said, old diligence her pace did mend,  
But Dido quaking through fierce purpose wild,  
Looks bloody, casting trembling cheeks defiled,  
With spots streaked pale as death, through death to come,  
Broke through house inner doors, and furious climbed,  
The high piled fire and Trojan sword did draw,  
Gift begged for no such use, here when she saw  
Aeneas  and bed she too well knew,  
A while she musing paused, wept, then threw  
Herself upon it, and these last words spoke.  
Sweet spoils, while God and Fates so suffered take  
This breath, and clear my cares my days are done,  
Of life the Glass course Fortune gave is run;  
And under earth now shadow great of me  
Shall go, brave Town I purposed, and did see  
The walls, revenged for husband's death I made  
Foe brother suffer pains, Pygmaleon paid  
Happy, thrice happy had I been, and more  
Had only Troy ships never touched my shore  
She said; kissing the bed, and shall we thus  
Die unrevenged? but yet die let us  
She said thus, thus it pleaseth to expire  
Let Troyans' cruel eyes draw in this fire  
From fare, and with him our death's il-luck bear  
She had said, when her women waiting there,  
Behold her fallen on the sword, that lies  
Poming with blood, her hands all smeared, their cries  
Fill court, through town, amazed Fame mad doth go  
With mourning sighs, and women's howling woe,  
Roofs ring, the skies with cries of sorrow sound,  
As if all Carthage, or old Tyre to ground,  
Were rasing by foes entered in their Ire,  
Houses of men and Gods setting on fire:  
This sister heard ne'er dead, and fearful pace,  
Beating her breasts with fists, with nails her face  
Defacing, scared she Rushes through them all,  
And on her dying by her name doth call.  
Ah sister was it this? me to beguile,  
Was this the holy fire and Altars wile.  
Oh what shall I complain of first forlorn,  
A sister's Comfort dying didst thou scorn,  
Called to the same fate hadst thou, both had our  
Last grieved on one sword, in one hapless hour.  
And must I make the fire? must I so pray,  
God's cruel at thy death to be away,  
Me sister, and thyself thou didst undo,  
The Commons Aldermen, and City too,  
Water. The wound i'll wash and if breath last.  
Last breath from mouth, with mouth take said she, past  
Stayre Top, in arms sister half dead she takes  
And weeps, and sighs, from  the black blood shakes.  
She lifting up her heavy eyes doth sound  
Again, wind whizzes in breasts deadly wound,  
Thrice she herself, on elbow leaning raised,  
Thrice fell back on the bed, eyes wand'ring gazed  
To seek the light, she mourned to find deep groaning,  
Her pains so long, and death so hard bemoaning.  
Almighty juno down did Iris send  
Her struggling soul and sinews strong to unbend,  
For nor by fate nor death deserved, in Age  
Untimely dying wretch through sudden rage,  
Proserpina yet had not cut her hair  
So yellow, nor to hell damned face so fair,  
The saffron-winged wet Rainbow therefore hasts  
That 'gainst the Sun, thousand strange colours casts,  
And lighting on her head, says I from this  
Body thee free, thus sacrifice to Dis  
Injoind, so eclipse her hair, and therewithal  
Breath-flitting-life hear, doth to ashes fall.  
The end.   

P. Virgilij Maronis AENEID. LIB. FOUR  
AT Regina gravi iam dudum saucia cura,  
Vulnus alit venis & caco carpitur igni:  
Multa viri virtus animo, multuiqúe recursat  
Gentis honos: harent infixi peolore valtu●,  
Verbaque nec placi dam membris dat cura quietem.  
Postera Phoebea lustrabat lampade terras,  
Humentemque autora polo dimoverat umbram,  
Cum sic unanimem alloquitur malè sana s●rorem.  
Anna soror, qua me suspens●m insomma terrent:  
Quis nonus hic nostris successit sed: bus hospes?  
Quem sese ore ferens? quam forti pectore, & armis?  
Credo equidem (nec vana sides) genus esse deorum,  
Degeneres: animos timor argun: heu quibus ille  
●actatus fati●? quae bella exhausta canebat?  
Si mihi non animo f●xumo, immotumque sederet,  
Nec cui me vinclo vellem sociare iugali,  
Post quam primus amor deceptam mortefefellit;  
Si non pertasum thalami, t●daque fuisset:  
Huic uni for san potui sn●cumbere culpa.  
Anna (fatebor enim) miseri p●st fata Sich ai  
Coniugis, & sparsos fraterna coede penates,  
Solus hic inflexit sensus, animumqúe labantem  
Impulit agnosco veteris vestigia fla●ma.  
Sed mihi vel t●llus optem priusima dehisc●t,  
Vel pater omnipotens adigat me fulmine ad umbras,  
Pallentes umbras Erebi, noctemque profundam;  
Antè, pudor, quàm te violem, aut tua iura resoluam.  
Ille meas, primus qui me sibi iunxit, amores  
Abstulit, ille habeat secum, seruetque sepulcre.  
Sic effata, finum lacrymis implevit obortis.  
Anna res●rt: o luce magis dilecta sor●i,  
Soláne perpetua marens carpere iwenta?  
Nec dulces natos, Veneris nec prenna noris?  
Id emerem, aut manes credis curare sepultos?  
Esto, agram nulli quondam flexere mariti,  
Non Libya, non ante Tyro despectus jarbas,  
Ductoresque alij, quos Africa terra triumph●●  
Dives alit: placetóne etiam pugnabis amori?  
Nec venit in mentem, quorum consederis aruis?  
Hinc Getula urbes genus insuperabile bello,  
Et Numida infrani cingunt, & inhospita Syrti●  
Hinc deserta fiti regio, lateque furentes  
Barcai, quid bella Tyro surgentia dicam,  
Germanique minas  
Dijs equidem auspicibus reor, & junone secunda  
H●c cursum Iliacas vento venisse carinas.  
Quam tu urbem soror hanc cernes? qua surgere regna  
Coniugio tali? Teverûm comitantibus armis  
Punica se quantis at tollet gloria rebus?  
Tu modò posce deos veniam, sacris qúe litatis  
Indulge hospitio, caussa●qúe innecte morandi:  
Dum pelago de savit hiems, & agnosus Orion,  
Quassat aque rates, & non tractabile caelum.  
Hu dictumcensum animum inflammavit amore:  
Spemqúe deda dubia menti, soluitqúe pudotem.  
Principio delubra adeunt, pacemqúe per aras  
Exquirunt, mactant lectas de more bidentes  
Legifera Cereri, Phoeboqúe, patriqúe Lyao,  
junoni ante omnes, cui vincla iugalia curae,  
Ipsa tenens deutra pateram pulcherrima Dido,  
Candentis vacea media inter cornna fundit;  
Aut ante or a deum pingues spatiatur ad arras  
Instauratqúe diem donu; pecudumqúe reclusis  
Pectoribus inhians, spirantia consulit exta.  
Ileu vatum ignara mentes: quid votafurentem.  
Quid delubra iwant? est mollis flamma medullas  
Interea, & tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus.  
Vritur infelix Dido, tot aqúe vagatur  
Vrbe furens: qualis coniecta cerua sagitta,  
Quam procul incautam nemora inter Cressia fixi●  
Pastor agens telis, liquitqúe volatile ferrum  
N●scius: illa fugo siluas, saltusqúe peragrat  
Dictaos: haret lateri letalis arundo.  
Nunc media Aeneam secum per mania ducet,  
Sidoniasqúe ostentat opes, urbemqúe paratam.  
Incipit effari, mediaqúe in voce refistit.  
Nunc eadem, labente die, conuinia quarit,  
Iliaecosqúe iterum demens audire labores  
Exposcit, pendetqúe iterum narrantis abire,  
Post, ubi digressi, lumenqúe obscura viciss●m  
Luna premit, suadentque cadentia sidera somn●●  
Sola domo marcet vaci●, stratisqúe relielis  
Incubat—  
— illum absens absentem auditqúe, videtqúo:  
Aut gremi● Ascanium genitoris imagine capta,  
Detinet; infandum si fallere possit amorem.  
Non captae assurgunt turres: non arma iwentus  
Exereet, portúsue, aut propugnacula bello  
Tuta parant: pendent opera interrupta, minaeqúe  
Murorum ingent●s, aequataqúe machina coelo.  
Quam simul ac tal● persensit peste teneri  
Cara jovis coniux, nec samam obstare furori●  
Talibus aggreditur Venerem Saturnia dictis.  
Egrigiam vero laudem, & spolia ampla refertis  
Tuque, puerque tuus, magn●m & memorabile nomen:  
una dolo diuûm si femina victa duorum est.  
Nec me adeo fallit, veritam te moenia nostra  
Suspectas habuisse domos Carthaginis altae.  
Sed quis erit modus? ●ut quo nunc certamine tanto?  
Quin potius pacem aeternam, pactosque Hymenaeos  
Exercemus? haba●, tota quod ment petisti,  
Ardet amans Dido, traxitque per ossa suro●em.  
Communem hunc ergo populum, paribusꝗ regam●●  
Auspicij, liceat Phrygio seruire marito,  
Dotalesꝗ tua Tyrios permittere dextra.  
Olli (sensit enim simulata ment locutam,  
Quo regnum Italiae Labycas averteret ora●)  
Sic contra est ingressa Venus, Quis talia demens  
Abnuat? aut t●cum malit contendere bello?  
Si modò quod memoras fa● fortuna sequatur.  
Sed satis incerta feror, si Iup●●● unam  
Esse velit Tyrijs urbem, Troiaꝗ profectis,  
Misceriue probet populos, aut foedera iungi.  
Tu coniux: tibi fas animum tentare precando.  
Perge: sequar, Tum sic excepit regia juno.  
Mecum erit iste labor, nunc qua ratione, quod instat,  
Confieri posset, paucis, aduerte, docebo  
Venatum Aeneas, vnaꝗ miscrrima Dido  
In nemus ire parant, ubi primos craftinus ortus  
Extulerit Titan, radusꝗ retexerit orbem.  
Hu ego nigrantem commista grandine nimbum,  
Dum trepidant ala, saltusque indagine cingunt,  
De super infundam, & tonitrucaelum omne ciebo,  
Diffugient comites, & nocte tegentur opaca.  
Speluncam Dido, dux & Troianus eandem  
Devenient, adero, & tua si mihi certa voluntas,  
Connubio tungam stabili, propriamqúe dicabo.  
Hic Hymeneus erit. Non adversata petenti  
Annuit, atꝗ dolu risit Cytherea repertis.  
Oceanum interea surgens aurora reliquit  
It portis, iubare exorto, delecta iwentus:  
Retia rara, plagae, lato venabula ferro:  
Massyliqúe ruunt equites, & odora canum vis.  
Reginam thalamo cunctantem ad limina primi  
Poenorum exspectant: ostroqúe insignis, & auro  
Stat sonipes: ac frena ferox syumantia mandit.  
Tandem progreditur, magna stipante caterna,  
Sidoniam picto chlamydem circundata lymbo:  
Cui pharetra ex auro, crines nodantur in aurum,  
Aurea purpuream subnecti● fibula vestem.  
Nec non & Phrygij comites & laetus julus  
Incedunt ipse ante alios pulcerrimus omnes  
Infers se socium Aeneas, atque agmina iungit.  
Qualis, ubi hibernam Lyciam, Xantiqúe fluenta  
Deserit,—  
— ac Delum maternam innisit Apollo:  
Instauratqúe choros, mistiqúe altaria circum  
Cretesqúe, Dryopesqúe f●●munt, pictiqúe Agathyrs●.  
Ipse iugis Cynthi graditur, molliqúe fluentem  
Fronde premit crinem fingens, atꝗ implicat aura:  
Tela sonant humeris, haud ille segnior ●bat  
Aeneas: tantum egregio decus enitet ore.  
Postquam altos ventum in montes, atꝗ invia lustra,  
Eccefera saxi delectae vertice capra  
Decurrere iugis. alia de p●rte patentes  
Transmittunt cursis camp●s, atque agmina c●rui  
Puluerulenta fuga glomerant, montesque relinquunt.  
At puer Ascanius medijs in vallibus acri  
Gaudet equo, iamque hos cursu, iam praterit illos  
Spumantemqúe d●ripecora inter inertia votis  
Optat aprum, aut fuluum descendere monte leonem.  
Interea magno misceri murmure coelum  
Incipit: insequitur commista grandine nimbus.  
Et Tyrij comites passim, & Trotanae iwentus.  
Dardamusque nepos Vener●● diversa per agros  
Tecta metupetiere: ruunt de montibus amnes,  
Speluncam Dido, dux & Troianuseandem  
Deveniunt prima & Tellus, & pronuba juno  
Dan● signum, fulsere igne●, & conscius ather  
Connubij, summoque ulalarunt vertice nympha.  
Ille dies primus leti, orimusqúe malorum  
Caussa fuit neque enin● specie, famaút monetur,  
Nec tam fartiwm Dido meditatur amorem:  
Coniug●●● vocat: hoc pratexit nomine culpam,  
Extemplo Libya magnasit fama per urbes,  
Fama, malum, quo non aliud velocius ullum:  
Mobilitate urget, viresqúe acquirit eundo,  
Parua metu primo,—  
— mox sese attollit in auras;  
Ingroditurqúe solo, & caput inter nubila condit.  
Illam terra parens, ira irritata deorum,  
Extrema (ut perhibent) Ca●, Enceladoque sororem  
Progenuit, pedibus eclerem, & pernicibus alis,  
Monstrum horrendum, ingens: cui quot sunt corpore pluma,  
Tota vigilos oculi subter, (mirabile dictu)  
Tota lingua, totidem ora sonant; tot subrig it anres:  
Nocte volat cali medio, t●rraqúe per umbram,  
Stridens, nec dulci declinat lumina somn●,  
Luce sedet custos, aut summi culmine tecti,  
Turribus aut altis, & magnas territat urbes,  
Tam ficti, praviqúe tenax, quàm nuntia veri.  
Hac tum multiplici populos sermone replebat  
Gaudens, & partier facta, atque infecti canebat:  
Venisse Aeneam, Troiano à sanguine cretums  
Cu●se pulcra viro dignetur iungere Dido.  
Nunc hiemem inter se luxu, quam longa fovere,  
Regnorum immemores, turpiqúe cupidine captos,  
Hac passim dea foeda virûm diffundit in ora:  
Protinus ad regem cursus detorquet jarbam:  
Incenditqúe animum dictis, atque aggeratiras.  
Hic Ammone satus, rapta Garamantide nympha,  
Templa jovi centum latis immania regnis,  
Centum aras posuit, vigilemqúe sacraverat ignem,  
Excubias diuûm aternas, pecudumqúe cruore  
Pingue solum, & varijs filorentia limina sertis.  
Itque amens animi, & riamore accensus amare,  
Dicitur ante ara●, media inter numina diuism,  
Multa jovem manibus supplex orasse supinis.  
jupiter omnipotens, cui nunc Maurisia pictis,  
Gens epulata toris Lenaum libat honorem,  
Adspicis hac? an te genitor, cùm fulmina torques,  
Nequidquam horremus? caciqúe in nubibus ignes  
Terrificant animos, & inania murmura miscent?  
Femina, qua nostris errant in finibus urbem  
Exiguam pretio posuit, eus litus arandum,  
Cuiqúe loci leges dedimus, co●●ubia nostra  
Reppulit, ac dominum Aenean in regna recepit.  
Et nunc ille Paris cum semiviro comitatu  
M●●nia mentum m●tra, crinemqúe madentem  
Subnixus, rapto potitur: nos munera templis  
Quippe tuu ferimus famamqúe fovemus inanem,  
Talibus orantem dictis, arasqúe tenentem  
Audijt omnipotens, oculosque ad moenia torsit  
Regia, & oblitos fama melioris amantes.  
Tunc sic Mercurium alloquitur, ac talia mandat.  
Vade age, nate, voca Zephyros; & labere pennis,  
Dard aniumqúe ducem, Tyria Carthagine qui nunc  
Exfpectat, fatisqúe datas non respicit urbes,  
Alloquere, & coleres defer mea dicta per auras.  
Non illum nobis genitrix pulcherrima talem  
Promisit, Graiúmqúe ideo bis vindicat armis;  
Sed fore, qui gravidam imperijs, belloqúe frementem  
Italiam regeret, genus alto à sanguine Teucri  
Proderet, ac t●tum sub leges mitteret orbem.  
Si nulla accendit tantarum gloria rerum,  
Nec super ipse sua molitur lande laborem:  
Ascanione pater Romanas invidet arce●?  
Quid struit? aut qua spe inimica in gente moratur?  
Nec prolem Ausoniam, & Lavinia respicit arua?  
Naviget, haec summa est: hic nostri huntius esto.  
Dixerat: ille patris magni parere parabat  
Imperio; & primum pedibus talaria nectit  
Aucea: quae sublimem alis, sine aquorá supra,  
Sen terram, rapido pariter cum flamine portant.  
Tum ungam capit, hac animas ille evocat Orco  
Pallentes, alias sub tristia tartara mirtit:  
Dat somnos, adimitque, & lumina morte refignat.  
Illa fretus agit ventos, & turbida tranat  
Nubila, iarnqùe volani apicem, & latera ardua ternit  
Alantis dari, alum qui vertice fulcit;  
Atlantis, cinctum assiduè cui nubibus atris  
Piniferum caput, & vento pulsatur, & imbri:  
Nix humeros infusa tegit: tum flumina mento  
Praecipitant senis, & glacie riget horrida barba.  
Hic primum paribus nitens Cyllenius alis  
Constitit: hinc toto praeceps se corpore ad undas  
Misit, avi similis, quae circum litora, circum  
Piscosos scopulos humilis volat aeq●●ra iuxta.  
Haud aliter terras inter, calum●●● volabat,  
Litus arenosum Libyae, ventosqúe secabat,  
Materno veniens ab avo Cyllenia prole●.  
 primum alatis tetigit magalia plantis:  
Aeneam fundantem arces, ac tecta nouant●●  
Conspicit, atque illi stellatus iaspide fulua  
Ensis erat: Tyrioqúe ardebat muricelana  
Demissa ex humeris: diues quae numera Dido  
Fec●rat, & tenui telas discreverat auro.  
Contin●ò invadit. Tu nunc Carthagini● alta  
Fundamental●c●s, puleramqúe uxorius urbem  
Exstr●i● ha●regni, rerumque oblite tuarum.  
Ipse d●ûm tibi m● claro demittit Olympo  
Reg●at●r, calum & ter●as qui numine torquet:  
Ips● h●c ferre iub● cel●res mandata per auras,  
Quid struis? aut qua spe Libyc●● teris etia terris?  
Si te nulla ●ouet tantarum gloria rerum,  
Nec super ipse tua mol●●s laude laborem:  
As●●nium surg●ntem, & spe● haredis juli  
Respice; cui regnum Italia, Romanaqúe tellus  
Deb●●●●, Fali Cylleneus ●re locutus,  
Mortales visus medi● serm●ne reliqu●t,  
Et procul in ten●●● ne ocul●●euartuit auram.  
At ver● AEneas aspectus obnu●tuit amens;  
Arrectaqú●●or●●ero c●ma; & vox faucibus hasit.  
Ardet abire fuga, dulcesque relinquere terras,  
Attenitus tanto mo●itas, imperioqúe deorum.  
H●n quid agat? quo nun● reginam ambir● furentem  
Audeat affat●? qua prima exordia sumat?  
Atque animum nunc huc celorem, nunc dividit illuc,  
In partesqúe rapit varias, ponq●● omina versat.  
Ha● alternanti potior sententia visa est.  
Mnesthea Sorgostumqúe vocat, for tamqúe Cl●anthum:  
Classem aptent taciti; socio● ad litera cogant;  
Arma parent: & quae sit rebus caussa novandis,  
Dissimulent: sosa interea, quando optima Dido  
Nesciat, & tantos rumpi non sparet amores,  
T●●aturum aditus, & qua● mollissima fandi  
Tempora, qui rebus denter modus ocy●s ●mne●  
Imperio lati parent, ac iussa fac●ssunt.  
At regina d●l●s (quis fall●● possit amantem?)  
Prasensit, mo●●●qúe ●●●●p with primus futures,  
Omnia tuta timens, eadem impia fama furenti  
De tulit, armari classem, cursumque parari.  
Savit mops animi, tot ámque incensa per urbem  
Bacchatur: qualis commotis excita sacris  
Thyas, ubi audito stimulant Trieterica Baccho  
Orgia, nocturnúsque vocat clamore Cithaeron.  
Tandem his Aeneam compellat vocibus ultro:  
Dissimulare etiam sperasti perfide tantum  
Posse nefas? tacitusque mea decedere terra?  
Nec te noster amor, nec te data dextera quondam,  
Nec moritura tenet crudeli funere Dido?  
Quin etiam hiberno moliris sidere classem:  
Et medijs properas aquilonibus ire per altum  
Crudelis quid si non arua aliena, domósque  
Ignotas peteres, & Troia antiqua maneret,  
Trota per undosum peteretur classibus aequor?  
Méne fugis? per ego has lacrymas, dextramqúe tuam te,  
Quando aliud mihi iam misera nihil ipsareliqui,  
Fer connubia nostra, per inceptos hymenaos,  
Si bene quid de te merui, fuit aut tibi quicquam  
Dulce meum; miserere domus labentis, & istam  
Oro (si quis adhuc precibus locus) ex●●e ment●m,  
Te propter Libycae gentes, Nomadúmuqe tyran●●  
Odere infensi Tyrij: te prapter eundem  
Extinctus pudor, &, qua sola sidera odibam,  
Fama prior, quid me moribundam de seris hospes?  
Hoc solum nomen quontam de coniuge restat.  
Quid moror? an mea Pygmalion dum moenia frat●r  
Destruat? aut captam ducat Getulus jarbas?  
Salt●m si qua mihi de te suscepta fuisset  
A●to fugam sobole●;  
— si quis mihi paruulus aula  
Luderet Aeneas, qui te tantum ore referret:  
Non equidem omnino capta, aut deserta viderer:  
Diverat, ille Ioui● monitis immota tenebat  
Lumina, & obnixus curam sub corde premebat:  
Tandem pauca refert: Ego te, quae plurima fando  
Enumerare vales, nunquam regina negabo  
Promeritam: nec me meminisse pigebit El●sae.  
Dum memoripse mei, dum spiritus hos reget artus.  
Pro re pauca loquar. Nec ego hanc abscondere furt●  
Speravi (ne finge) fugam: nec coniugis unquam  
Praetendi taedas, aut haec in foedera veni.  
Me si fata mais paterentur ducere vitam  
Auspicijs, & sponte mea componere curas:  
Vrbem Troianam primùm, dulcesqúe meorum  
Reliquias colerem, & Priamítecta alta manerent,  
Et recidiva manu posuissem Pergama victis.  
Sed nunc Italiam magnam Grynaeus Apollo,  
Italiam Lycia iussere capessere sortis.  
Hic amor, hac patria est, site Carthaginis arces  
Ph●●nissam, Lybicaeqúe adspectus dotinct urbis:  
Quae tandem, Ausonia Teuero● considere terra,  
Inuidia est? & nos fas extera quaerere regna.  
Me patris Anchisa, quoties humentibus umbris  
Non operit terras, quoties astra ignea surgunt,  
Admonet in somnis, & turbida terret imago:  
Me puer Ascanius, capitisqúe iniuria cari,  
Quem regno Hesperia fraudo, & fatalibus aruis,  
Nunc etiam interpres dinûm, jove missus ab ipso,  
(Test●r utrumque caput) caleres mandata per auras  
Detuli●:  
— ipse deúm manife lo in lumine vidi  
Intrantem muro●, vocemque his auribus hausi.  
Define meque tuis incendere, taque querelis.  
Italiam non sponte sequor.  
Talia dicentem iam dudum aversa tu●tur,  
Huc illuc voluens oculos, totúmque pererrat,  
Luminibus tacitis, & sic acce●sa profatur:  
Nec tibi diua parens generis nec Dardanus auctor  
Perfide, sed duris genuit te cautibus h●rrens  
Caucasus, Hyrcanaque admorunt ubera tigres,  
Nam quid dissimulo? aut quae me ad maiora reseruo?  
Num fletu ingemuit nostro? num lumina stexit?  
Num lacrymas victus dedit aut miseratus amantem est?  
Quae quibus anteferam? iam iam nec maxima juno,  
Nec Saturnius haec oculis pater adspicit aequis.  
Nusquam tuta fides, eiectum littore egentem  
Excepi, & regni demens in parte locavi:  
Amissam classem, socios à morte reduxi.  
Heu furijs incensa feror: tunc augur Apollo,  
Nunc Lyciae sortes, nunc & jove missus ab ipso  
Interpres diuûm fert horrida iussa per auras.  
Scilicet is superis labor est, ea eura quietos  
Soll●citat, neque te teneo, nequem dicta refello.  
I, sequere Italiam ventis: pete regna per undas:  
Spero equidem medijs, si quid pia numina possunt,  
Supplicia hausurum scopulis, & nomine Dido  
Sape vocaturum: seq●●ratris ignibus absen●:  
Et, cù o● frigida mors anima seduxcrit artu●,  
Omnibus umbra locis adero: dabis improbe poena●.  
Aud●am, & hac manes veniet mihi fama sub imos.  
His medium dsctis sermonem abrumpit, & auras  
Aegra fugit séque ex oculis avertit, & aufert,  
Linquens multa metu cunctantem, & multa parantem  
Dicere. suscipiunt ●amulae, collapsaque membra  
Marme●e oreferunt thalamo, startisque reponunt.  
At pius Aeneas, quanquam lenire dolentem  
Solando cupit, & dictis avertere curas,  
Multa Gemens, magnòque animum labefactus amore,  
jussa tamen diwm exsequitur, classèmque reuisit.  
Tum verò Teucri incumbunt, & littore c●lsas  
Deducunt toto naues: natat uncta carma:  
Frondentésque ferunt ramos, & robora silui●  
In fabricata fuga studio.  
Migranres cernas, totàque ex urbe ruentes:  
Ac veluti ingentem formicae farris aceruum  
Cum populant, hyemis memores tectóque reponun t:  
I e nigrum campis agmen pradámque per herbas  
Conuectant colle angusto: pars grandia trudunt  
Obnixè frumenta humeris, pars agmina cogunt,  
Castigántque moras opere omnis semita feruet.  
Quis tibi tunc Dido cernenti talia sensus?  
Quósuc dabas gemitus? cum littora feruere latè  
Prospiceres arce ex summa, totúmque videres  
Misceri ante oculos, tantis clamoribus aquor?  
Improbe amor, quid non mortalia pectora cogis?  
Ire iterum in lacrimas, iterum tentare precand●  
Cogitur, & supplex animos submittere amori,  
Ne quid inexpertum frustra moritura relinquat,  
Anna, vides toto properari littore cir cum:  
Vndique convenere: vocatiam carbasus auras  
Puppibus & laeti nauta imposutre coronas.  
Hunc ego si potui tantùm sperare dolorem,  
Et perferre, soror, potero: misera hoc tamen unum  
Exscquere, Anna mihi: solam nam perfidus ille  
Te colere, arcanos etiam tibi credere sensus  
Sola virimolles aditus, & tempora noras.  
I soror, atque hostem supplex affare superbum,  
Non ego cum Danais Trotanam excindere gente●s  
Aulide turavi classémue ad Pergama misi,  
Nec patris Anehisaeciner●s, manésuc revelli.  
Cur mea dicta negat duras dimittere in aures?  
Quòruit? extremum hoc misera det munus ama●●,  
Expectet facilêmque fugam ventósque ferentes:  
Non iam coniugium antiquum, quod prodidit ●re:  
Nec pulchro ut Latio careat: regnumque relinquat.  
Tempus inane peto, requíem spatiúmq●e suror●,  
Dum mea me victam docea: fortuna d●lore,  
Extremam hanc oro veniam, (miserere sorori●)  
Quam mihi cum dederis, cumulatam morte relinquam.  
Talibus orabat, talêsque miserrima fletus  
Fêrtque, refertque soror, s●d nullis ille monetur  
Fletibus, aut voces illas tract●bilis audit.  
Fata obstant, placidâsqueviri deus obstr●●t aures.  
Ac veluti annosam validé cúm robore querc●●  
Alpini Borea nunc hinc vunc flatibus ill●n●  
Eruere inter s●●●rtant, it stridor, & altè  
Consternunt terram concusso stipite frondes:  
Ipsa haret scopulis, & quantum vertice ad auras  
Aethereas, tantum radice in tartara tendit  
Haud secus assiduis hinc, atque hinc, vocibus hero●  
Tunditur, & magno persentit pectore curas,  
Mens immota manet, lacrymae voluuntur inanes.  
Tum verò infelix fatis exterrita Dido  
Mortem orat: taedet coeli convexa tueri  
Quo magis inceptum peragat lucemque relinquat  
Vidit, thuricremis cum dona imponeret aris,  
(Horrendum dictu) latices nigrescere sacros,  
Fusaque in obscoenum se vertare vina cruorem,  
Hoc visum n●lli, non ipsa affata sorori est.  
Praeterea fuit in tectis de marmore templum,  
Contugis antiqui, miro quod honore colebat,  
Velleribus niveis, & festa fronde revinctum.  
Hinc exaudiri voces, & verba vocantis  
Visa viri, nox cùm terras obscura teneret.  
Soláque culminibus serali carmine bubo  
Saep● queri, & longas in fletum ducere voces.  
Multáque praeterea vatum praedicta priorum  
Terribili monitu horrificant, agit ipse furentem  
In somnis ferus Aeneas: semperque relinquit  
Sola si●i, semper longam incomitata videt●●  
Ire viam, & Tirios deserta quarere terra.  
Eumenidura veluti demens videt agmina Pentheus,  
Et solem geminum, & duplices se ostendere Thebas:  
Aut Agamemnonius scenis agitatus Orestes,  
Armatam facibus matrem, & serpentibus atris  
Cùm fugit, ultricéque sedent in limine Dira.  
Ergo, ubi concepi furias evicta dolore,  
Decrevitque mori, tempus secum ipsa modúmque.  
Exigit, & moestan● dictis aggressa sororem  
Consilium vultu tegit, ac spem fronte serenat.  
Inueni, germana, viam (gratare sorori)  
Quae mihi reddat eum, veleo me soluat amantem.  
Occani finem iuxta, solémque cadentem  
Vltimus Aethiopum locus est ubi maximus Atlas  
Axem humero torquet stellis ardentibus aptum.  
Hinc mihi Massyla gentis monstrata sacerdot,  
Hesperidum templi custos, epulásque draconi  
Qua dabat, & sacros seruabat in arbore ramos,  
Spargens humida mella soperiferúmque papaver.  
Haec si carminibus promittit soluere mentes,  
Quas velit, ast alijs duras immittere curas,  
Sistere aquam flwijs, & vertere si era retro,  
Nocturnósque ciet manes, mugire videbis  
Sub pedibus torram, & descendere montibus orn●s:  
Testor, cara, Deos, & te germana, tnúmque  
Dulce caput, magicas muitam accingier artes.  
Tu secreta pyram tecto interiore sub auras  
Erige & arma virí, thalamo qua fixa reliqu●  
Impius,  
— exwiúsque omnes lectúmqus iugalem,  
Quo perij, super imponas, abolere nefandi  
Cuncta viri monumenta iubet, monstratque sacerdos,  
Hac effata si●et: pa●lor simul occupat or●,  
Non tamen Anna novis pratexere funera sacris  
Germanam credit, nec tantos ment furores  
Concipit aut graviora timet quàm morte Sichai.  
Ergo iussa par●t.  
At regina, pyra penetrali in sede sub auras  
Erecta ingenti, tedis atque lice secta,  
Intenditque locum sertis, & fronde coronat  
Funerea: super exwias, ensémque relictum,  
Effigiémque toro locat, haud ignara futuri.  
Stant arae circum, & crines effusa sacerdot  
Tercentum tonat ore Deos, Herebummꝗ Chaósꝗ,  
Tergeminámque Hecaten, tria virginis ora Diana.  
Sparserat & latices simulatos fontis Aucrni,  
Falcibus & messa ad lunam quaeruntur ahtnis  
Pabentes herba nigri cum lacte veneni.  
Quaeritur, & nascentis equi de fonte rewlsus,  
Et matri praereptus amor.  
Ipsa mola, manibúsque pijt alteria iuxta,  
Vn●m exuta pedem vinc●s, in veste recincta,  
Testatur meritura deos, & conscia fati  
Sidera, tum si quod non aequo foedere amantes  
Curae numen habet, instúmque memórque pracatur.  
Nox erat, & placidum carpobant fessa soporem  
Corpora per terras:  
— filuaeque & saua quicrant  
Aequora: cùm medio voluuntur sidera lapsis:  
Cùm tacet omis ager: pecudes picta que volu●res  
Quaeqúe lacus latè liquidos, quaeqúe aspera dumis  
Rura tenent, somno posita sub nocte silenti  
Lenibant curas, & corda oblita laborum.  
At non infelix animi Phoenissa, nec unquam  
Soluitur in somnos, oculísue, aut pectore noctem  
Accipit, ingeminant curae, rursúsque resurgent  
Savit amor, magnoque irarum fluctuat aestu.  
Sic adeò insistit, secúmque ita corde volutat:  
En quid agam? rursas ne procos irrisa priores  
Experiar? Nomadúmque petam connubia supplex,  
Quos ego sum toties iam dedignata, maritos?  
Iliacas igitur classes atque ultima Teucrûm  
jussa sequar? quia ne auxilio iwat ante levatos?  
Et bene apud memores veteri stat gratia facti?  
Quis me antem (fac velle) sinet, ratibúsque superbis  
Irrisam accipiet? nescis hen perdita, nec dum  
Laomadonte a sentis periuria gentis?  
Quid tum? sola fuga nauta● comitabor onantes,  
An Tyrijs, omníque manu stipata meorum  
Insequar, & quos Sidonia vix urbe revelli,  
Rursus agam pelago, & ventis dare vela iubebo  
Quin morere, ut merita es, ferròque auerte dolorem,  
Tu lacrymis evicta meis tu prima furentem  
His germana malis oneras, atque obijcis hosti.  
Non lievit thalami expertem sine crimine vitam  
Degere more fera?  
— tales nec tangere curas▪  
Non seruata fides, cineri promissa Sichaeo?  
Tantos illa suo rumpebat pectore questus.  
Aeneas celsa in puppt, tam certus eundi,  
Carpebat somnos, rebus iam retè paratis.  
H●ic se forma Dei vultu redeuntis eodem  
Obtulit in somnis: ●ursúsque ita visa monere est,  
Omnia Mercurio similis vocêmque, colorémque  
Et crinesflanos & membra decora iwenta:  
Nate dea, potes hoc sub casis ducere somnos?  
Nec, qua circunstent te deinde pericula, cernis  
Demens? nec Zephyros audis spirare secundos?  
Illa dolos, dirúmque nefas in pectore versat.  
Certa mori, varióque irarum fluctuat aestis.  
Non fugis hinc praeceps dum praecipitare potestas?  
jam mare turbari trabibus, saevasque videbis  
Collucere faces, iam feruere litora flammis,  
Si te his attigerit terris aurora morantem.  
Eia age rumpe moras: varium, & mutabile semper  
Foemina, sic fatus, nocti se imm●scuit atrae.  
Tum verò Aeneas subitis exterritus umbris,  
Corripitè somno corpus, sociosqúe fatigat:  
Praecipites vigilate viri, & considite transtris:  
Solu●te vela citi, deus athere missus ab alto  
Festinare fugam, tortósque incidere funes,  
Ecce iterum stimulat, sequimur, te sancte, deorum  
Quisquis es, imperióque iterum paremus ovantes.  
Adsis ó placidúsque iwes,  
— & fidera coelo  
Dextra feras dixit, vagináque eripit ensem  
Fulmineum, strictóque serit retinacula ferro.  
Idem omnes simul ardor habet, rapiúntque, ruúntque  
Littora deseruere: lat et sub classibus aequor:  
Adnixi torquent spumas, & caerula verrunt.  
Et iam prima novo spargebat lumine terras  
Tithoni croceum linqúens Aurora cubile.  
Regina è speculis ut primúm albescere lucem  
Vidit, & aequatis classem procedere velis,  
Litoraqúe, & vacuos sensit sine remige portus;  
Terqúe quaterqúe manu pectus percussa decorum,  
Flavantesqúe abscissa comas, pro jupiter, ●bit  
Hic, ait, & nostris illuserit advena regnis?  
Non arma expedient, totaqúe ex urbe sequentur,  
Diripientqúi rates aij navalibus? ite,  
Ferte citi flammas, date vela, impellite remos.  
Quid loquor? aut ubi sum? quae mentem insania mutat?  
Infelix Dido, nunc te fata impia tangunt.  
Tum decuit, cúm sceptra dabas. en dextra, fidesqúe,  
Quem secum patrios aiunt portare penates,  
Quem subijsse humeris confectum aetate parentem,  
Non potui abreptum divellere corpus, & undis, Spargere?  
— non socios? non ipsum absumere ferro  
Ascamum, patrijsque epulandum apponere mensis?  
Verùm anceps pugnae fueras fortuna, fuisset,  
Quem metui moritura? faces in castra tulissem:  
Implessémque foros flammis natumque patremque  
Cum genere extinxem: memet super ipsa dedissem  
Sol, qui terra tum flammis opera omnia lustras,  
Túque harum interpres curarum & conscia juno,  
Nocturnisque Hecatetrivijs ulutata per urbes,  
Et dirae ultrices, & dij morientis Elisae,  
Accipite hac, meritúmque malis avertite numen:  
Et nostas audite preces si tangere portus  
Infandum caput, ac terris adnare necesse est.  
Et si fata jovis poscunt: hic terminus haret.  
At bello advacis populi vexatus, & armis,  
Finibus extortis, complexu analsus juli,  
Auxilium imploret, vide átque indigna suerum  
Funera, nec cúm sub leges pacis inîquae  
Tradiderit, regno, an optata luce fruatur,  
Sed cadat antedem, mediáque inhumatus arena.  
Haec précor, hanc vocem extremam cum sanguine fundo.  
Tum vos ô Tyrij stripem, & genus omne futurum  
Exercete adijs, cineríque hac mittite nostro  
Munera: nullus amor populis, nec foedera sunto.  
Exoriare aliquis nostris ex ossibus ultor.  
Quiface Dardantos ferioque sequare colonos,  
Nunc olim quocunque dabunt se tempore vires,  
Littora littoribus contraria fluctibus undas  
Imprecor,  
— arma armis pugnent ipsíque n●potes,  
Hac a●t, & partes animum versabat in omnes,  
Inuisam quareus quum primúm abrum pere lucem.  
Tum brauiter Barcen nutricem affata Sichaei:  
Namque suam patria antiqua civis ater habebat.  
Annam cara mihi nutrix huc siste sororem:  
Dic, corpus properet flwiali spargere lympha:  
Et pecudes secum, & monstrata piacula ducat.  
Sic veniat túque ipsa pia tege tempora vitta.  
Sacra jovi Stygio qua ritè incepta paravi,  
Perficere est animus, finémque imponere curi●,  
Dardanijque, rogum capitis permittere flammae.  
Sic ait: illa gradum studio celeraba● anili.  
Ac trepida, & coeptis immanibus effera Dido  
Sanguineam voluens acíem, mac●lísque rementes  
Interfusa genas, & pallida morte futura,  
Interiera domus irrumpit limina & altos  
Conscendit furibunda rogos, ensemque recludes  
Dardanium, non hoc quasitum munus in usus.  
Hic postquam Iliacas vestes notúmque cubile  
Conspexit, paulum in lachrymis & ment morata,  
Incubuitque toro dixitque novissima verba:  
Dulces ex●●iae, dum fata deúsque sinebant,  
Accipite hanc animam, meqúe his exsoluite curis,  
Vini & quem dederat cursum fortuna peregi:  
Et nunc magna mei sub terris ibit imago.  
Vrbem praclaram statui;  
— mea mania vidi●  
Vlta virum poenas inimico à fratre recepi.  
Felix, hois nimium felix, si littera tantúm  
Nunquam Dardania terigissent nostra carina.  
Dixit & os impressa toro, moriemur inul●ae?  
Sed moriamur, ait: sic sic iwat ire sub vmbra●.  
Hauriat hunc oculis ignem crndelis ab alto  
Dardanus, & nostra secum ferat omina mortis.  
Dixerat: atque illam media inter talia ferro  
Collapsam adspiciunt comites, ensémque cruore  
Spummantem, sparsásque manus it clamour ad alta  
Atria: concussam bacchatur fama per urbem.  
Lamentis gemitúque, & foemineo, ululatis  
Tecta fremunt: resonat magnis plangoribus ather:  
Non aliter, quàm si immissis ruat hostibus omnis  
Carthago, aut antiqua Tyros, flammaque furentes  
Culmina perque hominum voluantur, uérque deorum.  
Audijt examinis, trepidóque ex territa cursis,  
Vnguibus ora soror foedans, & pectora pugnis  
Per medios ruit, ac morientém nomine clamat,  
Hoc illud germana fuit? me fraude petebas?  
Hoc rogus iste m●hi, hoc ignes, araequ● parabant?  
Quid primum deserta quera●? comitem ne sororem  
Sprevisti moriens? eadem me ad fata vocasses:  
Idem anibas ferro dolor, atque eadem hora tulisset.  
His etiam struxi manibus, patriósque vocavi  
Voce de est sic te ut posita crudelis abessem?  
Extinxite, me qúe soror, populumqúe patrésque  
Sidomos, urbémque tuam date,  
— vulnera lymphis  
Abluam, & extremus si quis, super hallitus errat,  
Ore legam, sic fata, gradus evaserat altos,  
Simianimemque sinu germanam amplexa fovebat  
Cum gemitis, atque atros ficcabat veste cruores.  
Illa gravis oculos eonata attollere, rursus  
Deficit: infinum stridet sub pectore vulnus.  
Ter sese attollens, cubitóque innixa levauit:  
Ter reuolut a toro est, oculísque errantibus alto  
Quaesivit coelo lucem, ingomuítque reperta.  
Tum juno omnipotens longum miserata dolorem  
Difficilésq●e obitus, Irim demisit olympo:  
Qua luctantem animam, nexosque resolueret artus  
Nam, quia nec fato, merita nec morte peribat,  
Sed misera ante diem, subitóque accensa furore,  
Nondum illi flawm Prosperpina vertice crinem  
Abstulerat, Stygiòque caput damnaverat O●co.  
Ergo Iris croceis per coelum roscida p●nnis,  
Mille trahens varios adverso sole colores  
Devolat, & supra caput astitit hunc ego Diti  
Sacrum iussa fero, téque isto corpore soluo,  
Sic ait, & dextra crinem secat: omnis & unà  
Dilapsus calor, atque in ventos vita recessit.   
FINIS.