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And, while he mutters undistinguish'd prayers, He said: and pressing onward, through the crew, A livid deadness in his cheeks appears.
Pois'd in his lifted arm, bis lance he threw. With anxious pleasure when Juturna view'd The winged weapon, whistling in the wind, Th’increasing fright of the mad multitude; Came driving on, nor miss'd the mark design'd. When their short sighs and thickening sobs she At once the cornel rattled in the skies; heard,
At once tumultuous shouts and clamours rise. And found their ready minds for change prepar'd; Nine brothers in a goodly band there stood, Dissembling her immortal form, she took
Born of Arcadian mix'd with Tuscan blood : Camertus' mien, his babit, and his look,
Gylippus' sons: the fatal javelin Bew, A chief of ancient blood: in arms well known Aim'd at the midmost of the friendly crew. Was bis great sire, and he, his greater son. A passage through the jointed arms is found, His shape assum'd, amid the ranks she ran, Just where the belt was to the body bound, And, humouring their first motions, thus began: And struck the gentle youth extended on the
“' For shame, Rutulians, can you bear the sight ground. Of one expos'd for all, io single fight?
Then, fir'd with pious rage, the generous train Can we, before the face of Heaven, confess Run madly forward to revenge the slain. Our courage colder, or our numbers less?
And some with eager haste their javelins throw; View all the Trojan host, th’ Arcadian band, An'l some with sword in hand assault the fue. And Tuscan army; count them as they stand :
The wish'd insult the Latin troops embrace; Undaunted to the battle if we go,
And meet their ardour in the middle space. Scarce every second man will share a foe.
The Trojans, Tuscans, and Arcadian line, Turnus, 'tis true, in this unequal strife
With equal courage obviate their design. Shall lose, with honour, his devoted life:
Peace leaves the violated fields; and bate Or change it rather for immortal fame,
Both armies urges to their mutual fate. Succeeding to the gods, from whence he came: With impious haste their altars are o'erturn'd, But you, a servile, and inglorious band,
The sacrifice half broil'd, and half-unburn'd. For foreign lords shall sow your native land : Thick storms of steel from either army fly, Those fruitful fields, your fighting fathers gain'd, And clouds of clashing darts obscure the sky: Which have so long their lazy sons sustain’d.” Brands from the fire are missive weapons made:
With words like these, she carry'd her design; With chargers, bowls, and all the priestly trade. A rising murmur runs along the line.
Latinus, frighted, hastens from the fray, Then ev'n the city troops, and Latins, tir'd And bears his unregarded gods away. With tedious war, seem with new souls inspir'd: These on their horses vault, those yoke the car; Their champion's fate with pity they lament; The rest, with swords on high, run headlong to the And of the league, so lately sworn, repent.
Messapus, eager to confound the peace, (war. Nor fails the goddess to foment the rage
Spurr'd his hot courser through the fighting press, With lying wonders, and a false presage :
at king Aulestes : by bis purple known But adds a sign, wbich, present to their eyes, A Tuscan prince, and by his regal crown; Inspires new courage, and a glad surprise. And with a shock encountering, bore him down. For, sudden, in the fiery tracts above,
Backward he fell; and, as his fate design'd, Appears in pomp th' imperial bird of Jove: The ruins of an altar were behind : A plump of fowl he spies, that swim the lakes ; T'here pitching on his shoulders, and his head, And o'er their heads his sounding pinions shakes. Amid the scattering fires he lay supinely spread. Then stooping on the fairest of the train,
The beamy spear descending froin above, In his strong talons truss'd a silver swan.
His cuirass pierc'd, and through his body drore. Th' Italians wonder at th' unusual sight ;
Then, with a scornful smile, the victor cries; But while he lags, and labours in bis Aight, “ The gods have found a fitter sacrifice." Behold the dastard fowl return anew;
Greedy of spoils, th' Italians strip the dead And with united force the foe pursue :
Of his rich armour, and uncrown his head. Clamorous around the royal hawk they fly ;
Priest Chorinæus arm'd his better hand, And thickening in a cloud, o'ershade the sky. From his own altar, with a blazing brand: They cuff, they scratch, they cross their airy And, as Ebusus with a thundering pace, course;
Advanc'd to battle, dash'd it on his cace : Nor can th' encumber'd bird sustain their force : His bristly beard shines out with sudden fires, But vex'd, not vanquish'd, drops the ponderous The crackling crop a noisome scent expires. And, lightend of his burden, wings his way. (prey; Following the blow, he seiz'd his curling crown
Th’ Ausonian bands with shouts salute the sighit: With his left hand; his other cast him down. Eager of action, and demand the fight.
The prostrate body with his knees he press'd, Then king Tolumnius, vers'd in augurs' arts, And plung d bis haly poinard in his breast. Cries out, and thus his boasted skill imparts : While Podalirius, with his sword, pursued " At length 'tis granted, what I long desir'd ; The shepherd Alsus through the flying crowd, This, this is what my frequent vows requir'd, Swiftly he turns, and aims a deadly blow, Ye gods, I take your omen, and obey :
Full on the front of his unwary foe. Advance, my friends, and charge; I lead the way. The broad axe enters with a crashing sound, These are the foreign foes, whose impious band, Apd cleaves the chin with one continued wound: Like that rapacious bird, infest our land : Warm blood, and mingled brains, besmear his arms But soon, like him, they shall be forc'd to sea An' iron sleep his stupid eyes oppressid, (around By strength united, and forego the prey ;
And seal'd their heavy lids in endless rest. Your timely succour to your country bring; But good Æneas rush'd amid the bands, Haste to the rescue, and redeem your king." Bare was his head, and naked were his hands,
In sign of truce: then thus he cries aloud,
Then Daris, Butis, Sybaris, he slew, " What sudden rage, what new desire of blood Whom o'er bis neck the foundering courser threw. Inflames your alter'd minds? O Trojans, cease As when loud Boreas, with his blustering train, From impious arms, nor violate the peace. Stoops from above, incumbent on the main ; By human sanctions, and by laws divine,
Where'er he flies, be drives the rack before, The terms are all agreed, the war is mine.
And rolls the billows on the Ægean shore : Dismiss your fears, and let the fight ensue; So where resistless Turnus takes his course, This hand alone shall right the gods and you : The scatter'd squadrons bend before his force: Our injur'd aitars, and their broken vow,
His crest of horses' hair is blown behind, To this avenging sword the faithless Turnus owe." By adverse air, and rustles in the wind,
Thus while he spoke, unnindful of defence, This haughty Phegeus saw with high disdain, A winged arrow struck the pious prince,
And as the chariot roll'd along the plain, But whether from some human hand it came, Light from the ground he leapt, and seiz'd the rein. Or hostile god, is left unknown by fame :
Thus hung in air, he still retain'd his hold; No human band, or hostile god was found, The coursers frighted, and their course control'da To boast the triumph of so base a wound.
The lance of Turnus reach'd him as he hung, When Turnus saw the Trojan quit the plain, And pierc'd his plated arms; but pass'd along, His chiefs dismay'd, his troops a fainting train: And only raz'd the skin: he turn'd, and held Th’unhop'd event his heighten'd soul inspires, Against his threatening foe his ample shield; At once his arms and coursers he requires. Then callid for aid: but, while he cry'd in vain, Then, with a leap, bis lofty chariot gains, The chariot bore him backward on the plain. And with a ready hand assumes the reins
He lies revers’d; the victor-king descends, He drives impetuous, and where'er he goes. And strikes so justly where his helmet ends, He leaves behind a lane of slaughter'd foes.
He lops the head. The Latian fields are drunk, These his lance reaches, over those he rolls With streams that issue from the bleeding trunk. His rapid car, and crushes out their souls:
While he triumphs, and while the Trojans In vain the vanquish'd fly; the victor sends
yield, The dead mens' weapons at their living friends, The wounded prince is fore'd to leave the field:
Thus on the bauks of Hebrus’ freezing flood Strong Mnestheus and Achates often try'd, The god of batiles, in his angry mood,
And young Ascanius wecping by his side, Clashing his sword against his brazen shield, Conduct him to his tent: scarce can he rear Let loose the reins, and scours along the field : His limbs from earth, supported on his spear. Before the wind his fiery coursers fy,
Resolv'd in mind, regardless of the smart, Groans the sad earth, resounds the rattling sky. He tugs with both his hands, and breaks the dart. Wrath, terrour, treason, tumult, and despair, The steel remains. No readier way he found Dire faces, and deformid, surround the car : To draw the weapon, than t'inlarge the wound. Friends of the god, and followers of the war. Eager of fight, impatient of delay, With fury not unlike, nor less disdain,
He begs; and his unwilling friends obey. Exulting Turnus flies along the plain :
läpis was at hand to prove his art, His smoking horses, at their utmost speed, Whose blooming youth so fir'd Apollo's heart, He lashes on; and urges o'er the dead. [bound, | That for his love he proffer'd to bestow Their fetlocks run with blood ; and when they, His tuneful harp, and his unerring bow: The gore, and gathering dust, are dash'd around. The pious youth, more studious how to save Thamyris and Pholus, masters of the war,
His aged sire, now sinking to the grave, He killd at hand, but Sthelenus afar:
Preferr'd the power of plants, and silent praise From far the sons of Imbracus he slew,
Of healing arts, before Phæbcian bays. Glancus, and Larles, of the Lycian crew:
Propp'd on his lance the pensive hero stood, Both taught to fight on foot, in battle join'd; And heard, and saw inmoved, the mourning crowd Or mount the courser that out-strips the wind. The fam'd physician tucks his robes around
Meantime Eumedes, vaunting in the field, With ready hands, and hastens to the wound. Neu fir'd the Trojans, and their foes repell’d. With gentle touches he performs his part, This son of Dolon bore his grandsire's name; This way and that, soliciting the dart, But emulated more his father's fame.
And exercises all his heavenly art. His guileful father, sent a nightly spy,
All softening simples, known of sovereign use, The Grecian camp and order to descry:
He presses out, and pours their noble juice; Hard enterprise, and well he might require These first infus'd, to lenify the pain, Achilles' car, and horses for his hire;
He tugs with pincers, but he tugs in vain. But, met upon the scout, th’ Etolian prince Then to the patron of his he pray'd ; In death bestow'd a juster recompense.
The patron of his art refus'd his aid. Fierce Turnus vicw'd the Trojan from afar; Meantime the war approaches to the tents : And lanch'l his javelin from his lofty car: Th’alarm grows hotter, and the noise augments : Then lightly leaping down, pursued the blow, The driving dust proclaims the danger pear, And, pressing with his foot his prostrate foe, And first their friends, and then their foes appear; Wrench'd from his feeble hold the shining sword; Their friends retreat, their foes pursue the rear. And plung'd it in the bosom of its lord.
The camp is fill'd with terrour and affright; * Possess, said he, the fruit of all thy pains, The hissing shafts within the trench alight; And measure, at thy length, our Latian plains. An undistinguish'd noise ascends the sky ; (die. Thus are my foes rewarded by my hand,
The shouts of those who kill, and groans of those who Thus may they build their town, and thus enjoy But now the goddess-mother mor'd with grief, the land.
And pierc'd with pity, hastens her relief.
A branch of healing dittany she brought,
Archetius, Ufens, Epulon, are slain Which in the Cretan fields with care she sought: ; (All fam'd in arms, and of the Latian train); Rough is the stem, which woolly leaves surround; By Gyas, Mnestheus, and Achates' hand: The leaves with flowers, the flowers with purple The fatal augur falls, by whose command crown'd:
The truce was broken, and whose lance embrued Well known to wounded goats ; a sure relief With Trojan blood, th' unhappy fight renew'd. To draw the pointed steel, and ease the grief. Lond shouts and clamours rend the liquid sky, This Venus brings, in clouds involv'd; and brews And o'er the field the frighted Latins fiy. Th’ extracted liquor with ambrosial dews,
The prince disdains the dastards to pursue, And odorous panacee : unseen she stands,
Nor moves to meet in arms the fighting few; Tempering the mixture with her heavenly hands : Turnus alone, amid the dusky plain, And pours it in a bowl, already crown'd
Ye sceks, and to the combat calls in vain. With juice of medeval herbs prepar'd to bathe Jutarna heard, and, seiz'd with mortal fear, the wound.
Forc'd from the beam her brother's charioteer; The leech, unknowing of superior art,
Assumes his shape, bis armour, and his mien ; Which aids the cure, with this foments the part, Avd like Metiscus in his seat is seen. And in a moment ceas'd the raging smart.
As the black swallow near the palace plies; Stanch'd is the blood, and in the bottom stands : O'er empty courts and under arebes Aies; The steel, but searcely touch'd with tender bands, Now hawks aloft, now skims along the flood, Moves up, and follows of its own accord;
To furnish her loquacious nest with food : And health and vigour are at once restor'd. So drives the rapid goddess o'er the plains ; läpis first perceiv'd the closing wound;
The smoking horses run with loosen'd reins. And first the footsteps of a god he found.
She steers a various course among the foes; “ Arms, arms,” he cries, “the sword and shield Now here, now there, her conquering brother prepare,
shows: And send the willing chief, renew'd to war. Now with a straight, now with a wheeling fight, This is no mortal work, no cure of mine,
She turns, and bends, but shuns the single fight. Nor art's effect, but done by hands divine : Æneas, fir'd with fury, breaks the crowd, Some god our general to the battle sends; And seeks his foe, and calls by name aloud : Some god preserves his life for greater ends." He runs within a narrower ring, and tries
The hero arms in haste: his hands enfold To stop the chariot ; but the chariot flies. His thighs with cuishes of refulgent gold :
If he but gain a glimpse, Juturna fears, Inflam'd to fight, and rushing to the field,
And far away the Daunian hero bears. That hand sustaining the celestial shield,
What should he do? Nor arts nor arms avail , This gripes the lance; and with such vigour And various cares in vain his inind assail ; shakes,
The great Messapus thundering through the field, That to the rest the beamy weapon quakes. In his left hand two pointed javelins held : Then, with a close embrace, he strain'd his son ; Encountering on the prince, one dart he drew, And, kissing through his helmet, thus begun : And with unerring aim and utmost vigour threw. “My son, from my example learn the war, Æneas saw it come, and stooping low In camps to suffer, and in fields to dare :
Beneath his buckler, shunn'd the threatening blow, But happier chance than mine attend thy care ! The weapon hiss'd above his head, and tore This day my hand thy tender age shall shield, The waving plume, which on his helm he wore. And crown with honours of the conqner'd field : Forc'd by this hostile act, and fir'd with spite, Thon, when thy riper years shall send thee forth, That fiying Turnus still declin'd the fight: To toils of war, be mindful of my worth,
The prince, whose piety had long repell!d Assert tny birthright; and in arms be known, His inborn ardour, now invades the field : For Hector's nephew, and Æneas' son."
Invokes the powers of violated peace, He said ; and, striding, issued on the plain ; Their rites and injur'd altars to redress : Anteus, and Mnestheus, and a numerous train, Then, to bis rage abandoning the rein, Attend bis teps: the rest their weapons take, With blood and slaughter'd bodies fills the plain. And, crowding to the field, the camp forsake. What god can tell, what numbers can display, A cloud of blinding dust is rais'd around;
The various labours of that fatal day? Labours beneath their feet the trembling ground. What chiefs and champions fell on either side,
Now Turnus, posted on a hill, from far In combat slain, or by what deaths they dy'd ? Beheld the progress of the moving war:
Whom Turnus, whom the Trojan hero kill'd: With him the Latins view'd the cover'd plains;
Who shar'd the fame and fortune of the field ? And the chill blood ran backward in their veins. Jove, could'st thou view, and not avert thy sight, Juturna saw th' advanciog troops appear;
I'wo jarring nations join'd in cruet fight, And heard the hostile sound, and fled for fear. Whom leagues of lasting love so shortly shall unite! Æneas leads; and draws a sweeping train,
Æneas first Rutulian Sucro found, Clos'd in their ranks, and pouring on the plain. Whose valour made the Trojans quit their ground. As when a whirlwind, rushing to the shore, Betwixt his ribs the javelin drove so just, From the mid ocean drives the waves before : It reach'd his heart, nor needs a second thrust. The painful hind, with heavy heart, foresees Now 'Turnus, at two blows, two brethren slew ; The flatted fields, and slaughter of the trees;
First from his horse fierce Amicus he threw;
Then leaping on the ground, on foot assail'd
Their lifeless trunks he leaves upon the place; Osyris is by strong Thymubræus kill'd.
Their heads, distilling gore, his chariot graces
Three cold on earth the Trojan hero threw; The Cyprian goddess now inspires her son Whom without respite at one charge he slew : To leave th' unfinish'd fight, and storm the town, Cethegus, Tanais, Tagus, fell opprest
For, while he rolls his eyes around the plain, And sad Onythes, added to the rest :
In quest of Turnus, whom he seeks in vain, Of Theban blood, whom Peridia bore.
He views th' unguarded city from afar, Turnus two brothers from the Lycian shore, In careless quiet, and secure of war : And from Apollo's fane to battle sent,
Occasion offers, and excites his mind, O’erthrew, nor Phæbus could their fate prevent. To dare beyond the task he first design'd. Peaceful Menætes after these he kill'd,
Resolv'd, he calls his chiefs; they leave the fight; Who long had shunn'd the dangers of the field : Attended thus, he takes a neighbouring height: On Lerna's lake a silent life he led,
The crowding troops about their general stand, And with his nets and angle earn'd his bread. All under arms, and wait his high command. Nor pompous cares, nor palaces he knew, Then thus the lofty prince: “ Hear and obey, But wisely from th’infectious world withdrew. Ye Trojan bands, without the least delay. Poor was his house; his father's painful hand Jove is with us, and what I have decreed Dischary'd his rent, and plough'd another's land. Requires our utmost vigour, and our speed.
As fames among the lofty woods are thrown, Your instant arms against the town prepare: On different sides, and both by winds are blown, The source of mischief, and the seat of war. The laurels crackle in the sputtering fire;
This day the Latian towers, that mate the sky, The frighted sylvans from their shades retire: Shall level with the plain ju ashes lie: Or as two neighbouring torrents fall from high, The people shall be slaves, unless in time Rapid they run ; the foamy waters fry:
They kneel for pardon, and repent their crime. They roll to sea, with unresisted force,
Twice have our foes been vaoquish'd on the plain; And down the rocks precipitate their course : Then shall I wait till Turnus will be slain? Not with less rage the rival heroes take
Your force against the perjur'd city bend : Their different ways; nor less destruction make. There it began, and there the war shall end. With spears afar, with swords at band they strike, T'he peace profan'd our rightful arms requires, And zeal of slaughter fires their souls alike. Cleanse the polluted place with purging fires." Like them, their dauntless men maintain the field, He finish'd ; and, one soul inspiring all, And hearts are pierc'd unknowing how to yield : Form'd in a wedge, the foot approach the wall. They blow for blow return, and wound for wound; Without the town, an unprovided train And heaps of bodies raise the level ground. Of gaping, gazing citizens are slain.
Murranus, boasting of his blood, that springs Some firebrands, others scaling ladders, bear; From a long royal race of Latin kings,
And those they toss aloft, and these they rear: Is by the Trojan from his chariot thrown,
The flames now lanch'd, the feather'd arrows dy, Crush'd with the weight of an unwieldy stone: The clouds of missive arms obscure the sky, Betwixt the wheels he fell; the wheels that bore Advancing to the front, the hero stands, His living load, his dying body tore.
And, stretching out to Heaven bis pious bands, His starting steeds, to shun the glittering sword, Attests the gods, asserts his innocence, Paw down his trampled limbs, forgetful of their lord. Upbraids with breach of faith th’ Ausonian princé :
· Fierce Hillus threaten'd high ; and face to face Declares the royal honour doubly stain'd, Affronted Turnus in the middle space :
And twice the rites of holy peace profan'd. The prince encounter'd him in full career,
Dissenting clamours in the town arise; And at his temples aim'd the deadly spear: Each will be heard, and all at once advise. So fatally the fiyiug weapon sped,
One part for peace, and one for war contends : That through his brazen helm it pierc'd his head. Some would exclude their foes, and some admit Nor, Cisseus, could'st thou 'scape from Turnus'
their friends. In vain the strongest of the Arcadian band: (hand, The helpless king is hurry'd in the throng, Nor to Cupentus could his gods afford
And, whate'er tide prevails, is borne along. Availing aid against th’ Ænean sword :
Thus, when the swain, within a hollow rock, Which to his naked heart pursued the course : lavades the bees with suffocating smoke, Nor could his plated shield sustain the foroe. They run around, or labour on their wings,
Tölus fell, whom not the Grecian powers, Disus'd to fight ; and shoot their sleepy stings; Nor great subverter of the Trojan towers, [date: To shun the bitter fumes, in vain they try; Were doom'd to kill, while Heaven prolong'd bis Black vapours, issuing from the vent, involve the But who can pass the bounds prefixt by fate?
sky. In bigh Lyrnessus, and in Troy, he held
But fate, and envious fortune, now prepare Two palaces, and was from each expellid :
To plunge the Latins in the last despair. Of all the mighty man, the last remains
The queen, who saw the foes invade the town, A little spot of foreign earth contains.
And brands on tops of burning houses thrown ; And now both hosts their broken troops anite, Cast round her eyes, distracted with her fear; Ja equal ranks, and mix in morta! fight.
No troops of Turnus in the field appear. Seresthus and undaunted Mnestheus join
Once more she stares abroad, but still in vain ; The Trojan, Tuscan, and Arcadian line :
And then concludes the royal youth is slain. Sea-born Messapus, with Ations, beads
Mad with her anguish, impotent to bear The Latin squadrons, and to battle leads.
The mighty grief, she loaths the vital air. They strike, they push, they throng the scanty She calls herself the cause of all this ill, space;
And owns the dire effects of her ungovern'd will: Resolv'd on death, impatient of disgrace; She raves against the gods, she beats her breast, And where one falls, another fills his place. She tears with both her hands her purple vesti
Then round a beam a running noose she ty'd, “ Turnus, on you, on you alone depends
Soon as the fatal news by Fame was blown, Like lightning, fierce Æneas, rolling on,
The brands are tuss'd on high : the winds conspire And rosy cheeks; the rest her sorrow share : To drive along the deluge of the fire : With shrieks the palace rings, and madness and All eyes are fixt on you; your foes rejoice ; despair.
Ev'n the king staggers, and suspends his choice. The spreading rumour fills the public place; Doubts to deliver, or defend the town; Confusion, fear, distraction, and disgrace,
Whom to reject, or whom to call his son. And silent shame, are seen in every face.
The queen, ou whom your utmost hopes were plac'd, Latinus tears his garments as he goes,
Herself suborning death, has breath'd her last. Both for his public and his private woes :
'T'is true, Messapus, fearless of his fate, With filth his venerable beard besmears,
With fierce Atinas' aid, defends the gate : And sordid dust deforms his silver bairs.
On every side surrounded by the foe; And much he blames the softness of his mind, The more they kill, the greater numbers grow; Obnoxious to the charms of womankind, [sign'd: An iron harvest mounts, and still remains to mor. And soon reduc'd to change, what he so well de- You, far aloof from your unshaken bands, To break the solemn league so long desir'd,
Your rolling chariot drive o'er empty sands." Nor finish what bis fates, and those of Troy, re- Stupid he sat, his eyes on earth declin'd, quir'd.
And various cares revolving in his mind : Now Turnus rolls aloof o'er empty plains, Rage, boiling from the bottom of bis breast, And here and there some straggling foes he gleans. And sorrow, mixt with shame, his soul oppress'd; His flying coursers please him less and less, And conscious worth lay labouring in his thought : Asham'd of easy fight, and cheap success.
And love, by jealousy, to madness wrought. Thus half contented, anxious in his mind,
By slow degrees his reason drove away The distant cries come driving in the wind ;
The mists of passion, and resum'd her sway. Shouts from the walls, but shouts in murmurs Then, rising on his car, he turu'd his look, A jarring mixture, and a boding sound. [drown’d; And saw the town involv'd in fire and smoke. “:Alas!" said he," what mean these dismal cries? A wooden tower with flames already blaz'd, What doleful clamours from the town arise ?” Which his own hands on beams and rafters rais'd; Confusłd he stops, and backward pulls the reins : And bridges laid above to join the space; She, who the driver's office now sustains,
And wheels below to roll from place to place. Replies: “ Neglect, my lord, these new alarms; “ Sister, the fates have vanquish'd : let us go Here fight, and urge the fortune of your arms : The way wbich Heaven and my hard fortune show. There want not others to defend the wall,
The fight is fixt: nor shall the branded name If by your rival's hand th' Italians fall.
Of a base coward blot your brother's fame. So shall your fatal sword his friends oppress, Death is my choice : but suffer me to try In honour equal, equal in success.”
My force, and vent my rage before I die.” To this, the prince: “O sister! (for I knew He said, and, leaping down, without delay, The peace infring'd, proceeded first from you) Thro' crowds of scatter'd foes he freed his way. I knew you when you mingled first in fight, Striding, he pass'd, impetuous as the wind, And now in vain you would deceive my sight: And left the grieving goddess far behind. Why, goddess, this unprofitable care?
As when a fragment from a mountain torn Who sent you down from Heaven, involv'd in air? By raging tempests, or by torrents borne, Your share of mortal sorrows to sustain,
Or sapp'd by time, or loosen'd from the roots, And see your brother bleeding on the plain? Prone through the void the rocky ruin shoots, For to what power can Turnus have recourse,
Rolling from crag to crag, from steep to steep; Or how resist his fate's prevailing force ?
Down sink at once, the shepherds and their sheep; These eyes beheld Murranus bite the ground. Involr'd alike, they rush to nether ground, Mighty the man, and mighty was the wound. Stunn'd with the shock, they fall, and stunu'd from I heard my dearest friend, with dying breath,
earth rebound: My name invoking to revenge his death :
So Turnus, hasting headlong to the town, Brave ('fens fell with bonour on the place: Shouldering and shoving, bore the squadrons down. To shun the shameful sight of my disgrace. Still pressing onward, to the walls he drew, On earth supine, a manly corpse he lies :
Where shafts, and spears, and darts, promiscuous His vest and armour are the victor's prize.
flew; Then shall I see Laurentum in a flame,
And sanguine streams the slippery ground embrue Which only wanted to complete my shame? First stretching out his arm, in sign of peace, How will the Latins hoot their champion's flight ! He cries aloud, to make the combat cease : How Drances will insult, and point them to the “ Rutulians, hold, and Latin troops, retire ; sight!
The fight is mine, and me the gods require. Is death so hard to bear? Ye gods below,
'Tis just that I should vindicate alone (Since those above so small compassion show) The broken truce, or for the breach atone. Receive a soul unsully'd yet with shame,
This day shall free from wars th' Ausonian state; Which not belies my great forefather's name.” Or finish my misfortunes in my fate.”
He said: and while he spoke, with flying speed, Both arinies from their bloody work desist : Came Sages, urging on his foamy steed;
And, bearing backward, form a spacious list. Fixt on his wounded face a shaft he bore,
The Trojan hero, who receiv'd from fame And, seeking Turnus, scnat bis voice before : The welcome sonnd, and beard the champion's namas