 Book 9, Part 1 of the N.E.D. This is a LibriVox recording, or LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Reading by Lars Rolander While these affairs in distant places pass it, the various Irish dune ascends with haste to find bold turners who with anxious thought the secret shade of his great grand sire sought. Retired alone, she found the daring man and oaked her rosy lips and thus began. What none of all the gods could grant thy vows, that turners this auspicious day bestows. Enneas gone to seek the Arkadin prince has left the Trojan camp without defense and short of suckers there employs his pains in parts remote to raise the Tuscan Swains. Now snatch an hour that favours thy designs, unite thy forces and attack their lines. This said, on equal wings she poised away and formed a radiant rainbow in her flight. The Danian hero lifts his hands, eyes and thus invokes the goddess as she flies. Irish, the grace of heaven, what power divine has sent thee down through dusky clouds to shine. See, they divide immortal day appears and glittering planets dancing in their squares. With joy these happy omens I obey and follow to the war the god that leads the way. Thus, having said, as by the brook he stood, he scooped the water from the crystal flood. Then, with his hands, the drops to heaven he throws and loads the powers abou with offered vows. Now march the bold confederates through the plain, well horsed, well clad, a rich and shining train. Mesopos leads the van and in the rear the sons of Tyrion's in bright arms appear. In the main battle with his flaming crest the mighty Tornus towers about the rest. Silent they move majestically slow like ebbing Nile or Ganges in his flow. The Troians view the dusty cloud from far and the dark menace of the distant war. Kaikos from the rampire so it rise, lackning the fields and thickening through the skies. Then to his fellows thus aloud he calls, what rolling clouds my friends approach the walls. Arm, arm, and man the works prepare your spares and point it darts the Lachian host appears. Thus worn they shut their gates with shouts ascend, the bulwarks and secure their foes attend. For their wise general with foreseeing care had charged them not to tempt the doubtful wire. Nor though provoked in open fields advance, but close within their lines attend their chance. Unwilling they yet they keep the strict command and sorely await in arms the hostile band. The fair Eternus flew before the rest a peep old steed of Trocian strain he pressed. His helm of massacred gold and crimson was his crest with twenty horse to second his designs. An unexpected foe he faced the lines. Is there he said in arms who bravely dare his leader honor and his danger share. Then spurring on his brandish dart he threw in sign of war, applauding shouts ensue. Amazed to find a dusted race that run behind the rampires and the battleship, he rides around the camp with rolling eyes and stops at every post and every passage tries. So roans the nightly wolf above the foe, wet with descending showers and stiff with cold. He holds for hunger and he grins for pain. His gnashing teeth are exercised in vain. An impotent of anger finds no way in his descended paws to grasp the prey. The mothers listen, but the bleeding dams securely swig the dug beneath the dams. Thus ranges eager turners over the plain, sharp with desire and furious with disdain. Surveys each passage with a piercing sight to force his foes in equal field to fight. Thus, while he gazes round at lengthy spies, where fenced with strong ridouts their navy lies. Close underneath the walls the washing tide secures from all approach this weaker side. He takes the wished occasion, fills his hand with ready fires and shakes a flaming brand. Urge by his present every soul is warned and every hand with kindle of furs is armed. From the third pines the scattering sparkles fly, fat vapours mixed with flames involve the sky. What power, oh muses, could avert the flame which threatened in the fleet the Troyer name. Tell, for the fact through length of time obscure is hard to faith, yet shall the fame endure. He said that when the chief prepared his flight and fell his timber from on Edas height, the grandam goddess then approached her son and with the mother's majesty begun. Grant me, she said, the sole request I bring, since conquered heaven has owned you for its king. On Edas brows for ages past there stood with furs and maples filled a shady wood and on the summit rose a sacred grove where I was worshipped with a religious low. Those woods that wholly grew my long delight I gave the Troyan prince to speed his flight. Now filled with fear on their behalf I come, let neither winds overset no waves in town, the floating forests of the sacred pine, but let it be their safety to be mine. Then thus replied her awful son who rose the radiant stars in heaven and earth controls. How dare you, mother endless state demand, for vessels moulded by a mortal hand. What then is fate shall bolt a nearsight of safety certain on done certain tide, yet what I can I grant when wafted over the chief is landed on the Latian shore. Whatever ships escape the raiding storms at my command shall change their fading forms and nooms divine and plow the watery way like dotes and the daughters of the sea. To seal the sacred bow by sticks his war, the lake of liquid pitch, the dreary shore, and phlegatons in navigable flood and the black regions of his brother god, he said and shook the skies with his imperial nod. And now at length the numbered hours were come, prefixed by fate's irrevocable doom when the great mother of the gods was free to save her ships and finish Joe's decree. First from the quarter of the morn there sprung a light that signed the heavens and shots along, then from a cloud fringe round with golden fires where timbrels heard and berycyntian choirs. And last a voice with more than mortal sounds, both hosts in armed post with equal horror of woes. Ho Trojan race, your needless aid for beer, and know my ships are my peculiar care. With greater ease the bold Tritulian may with hissing brand's attempt to burn the sea. Then cinch my sacred pines, but you may charge loosed from your crooked anchors launch at large. Exalted each a nymph forsake the sand, and swim the seas at subulous command. No sooner had the goddess seas to speak, when lo the obedient ships their halsers free. And strange to tell like dolphins in the main they plunge their prowls and dive and spring again. As many, buttious maids, the billows sweep, as rode before tall vessels on the deep. The foes surprised with wonders to the gaze, misarpus curbis fiery coarses haze. Old Tiber roared and racing up his head, called back his waters to their oasy bed, turn us alone on daunted bore the shock, and with these words his trembling truce bespoke. These monsters for the Troians fate are meant, and are by Joe for black prosages sent. He takes the cowers last relief away, for fly they cannot, and constrained to stay, must yield unfought a basin glorious prey. The liquid half of all the globe is lost, heaven shuts the seas, and we secure the coast. There's is no more than that small spot of crown, which myriads of our marshal men surround. Their fates I fear not, or vain oracles, it was given to Venus they should cross the seas, and land secure upon the larchan plains. Their promised hour is past, and mine remains. Tis in the fate of turn us to destroy, with sword and fire the faithless race of Troy. Shall such a fronds as these alone inflame the Grecian brothers and the Grecian name? My cause and theirs is one, a fatal strife, and final ruin for a ravished wife. Was not enough that punished for the crime they fell, but will they fall a second time? One would have thought they paid enough before, to curse the costly sex and urge to fend them all. Can they securely trust their feeble wall, a slight partition, a thin interval? Bitwicks their fate and them when Troy though built, by hands divine yet perished by their guilt. Lend me for once, my friends, your valiant hands, to force from out their lines these duster bands. Less than a thousand ships will end this wall, nor Vulcan needs his faded arms prepare. All the Tuscans, all the Archigans join, nor these nor those shall frustrate my design. Let them not fear the treasons of the night, the robbed Palladium, the pretended flight. Our onsets shall be made in the open light, no wooden engine shall their town betray. Fires they shall have around, but fires by day, no Grecian babes before their camp appear, whom Hector's arms detain to the tenth tardy deer. Now, since the sun is rolling to the west, give we the silent night to needful rest. Refresh your bodies and your arms prepare, the morn shall end the small remains aware. The post of honor to Mesapas falls, to keep the nightly guards to watch the walls, to pitch the fires at distances around, and close the treions in their scanty ground. Twice-seven Ratulian captains ready stand, and twice-seven hundred horse these chiefs command, all clad in shining arms the works invest, each with a radiant helm and waving crest. Stretched at their length they press the grassy ground, they laugh, they sing, the jolly bowls go round, with lights and cheerful fires renew the day, and pass the wakeful night in feasts and play. The treions from above their foes beheld, and with armed legions all the rampires filled, seized with a fright their gates they first explore, joined works to works with bridges tower to tower. Thus all things needful for defense abound, Menestus and Brivece Restus walked around, commissioned by their absent prince to share the common danger and divide the care. The soldiers draw their lots, and as they fall, by turns relieve each other on the wall. Nigh where the foes their utmost guards advance, to watch the gate was war like Nesus chants, his father Hirtakus of noble blood, his mother was a huntress on the wood, and sent him to the wars well could he bear, his lance in fight and dart the flying spear. But better skilled and airing shafts to send, beside him stood every Alus his friend. Every Alus then whom the treion hosed, no fairer face or sweeter air could boast, scarce had the down to shade his cheeks begun, one was their care, and their delight was won. One common hazard in the war they shared, and now were both by choice upon the guard. Then Nesus thus, or do the gods inspire this warmth or make we gods of our desire, a generous ardor boils within my breast, eager of action enemy to rest. This urges me to fight and fires my mind to leave a memorable name behind. Thou see'st the foes secure, how faintly shine their scatter fires the most in sleep supine. Along the ground an easy conquest lie, the wakeful few a fuming flag and ply. All hashed around, now hear what I revolt, a thought unripe and scarcely yet resolved, our absent prince both camp and consul mourn. By message both would hasten his return, if they confer what I demand on thee, for fame is recompense enough for me. Me things beneath the on hill I have aspired, a way that safely will my passage guide. Every Alus stood listening while he spoke, with love of praise and noble envy struck. Then to his ardent friend exposed his mind, all this alone and leaving me behind. Am I unworthy, nieces, to be joined? Thinkest thou I can share of glory ye, or send thee unassisted to the field? Not so, my father taught my childhood arms, born in a sieg and bred among alarms, nor is my youth unworthy of my friend, nor of the heaven-born hero I attend. The thing called life with ease I can disclaim, and think it oversold to purchase frame. Then, nieces thus, Alus thy tender years, would minister new matter to my fares. So may the gods, who view this friendest drive, restore me to thy loved embrace with life. Condemn to pay my wows, as sure I trust, this thy request is cruel and unjust, but if some chances many chances are, and doubtful hazards in the deeds of war. If one should reach my head, there let it fall, and spare thy life, I would not perish all. Thy blooming youth deserves a longer day, live thou to mourn thy love's unhappy fate, to bear my mangled body from the foe, or buy it back and funeral rites bestow. Or if hard fortune shall those used in I, thou canst at least an empty tomb supply. O let not me the widow's tears renew, nor let a mother's curse my name pursue. Thy peers' parents, who for love of thee, forsook the coast of friendly Sicily, her age committing to the seas and wind, when every weary matron stayed behind. To this every Alus, you plead in vain, and but protract the cause you cannot gain. No more delays but haste, with that, he wakes, the nodding watch each of his office takes, the guard relieved, the generous couple went, to find the council at the royal tent. All creatures else forgot their daily care, and sleep the common gift of nature share, except the Troyan peers, a wakeful say, in nightly council for the endangered state. They vote a message to their absent chief, shoo their distress, and beg a swift relief. Amid the camp, a silent seat they chose, remote from clamour and secure from foes. On their left arms their ample shields they bear, the right reclined upon the bending spear. Now Nises and his friend approached the guard, and beg admission eager to be heard. The affair important not to be deferred, as Ganyu spits them be conducted in, ordering the more experienced to begin. The Nises thus, ye fathers lend your ears, nor judge our bold attempt beyond our years. The foes securely drenched in sleep and wine, neglect their watch, the fires but thinly shine, and whether smoke in cloudy vapours flies, cowering the plain and curling to the skies, betwixt two paths, which at the gate divide, close by the sea, a passage we have spied, which will our way to great Aeneas guide, expect each hour to see him safe again, loaded with spoils of foes in battle's lane. Snatch we the lucky minute while we may, nor can we be mistaken in the way. For hunting in the veil we both have seen, the rising turrets and the stream between, and know the winding course with every ford. He ceased, and old Aletus took the word. Our country gods in whom our trust we place, will yet from ruin save the Troyan race. While we behold such dauntless worth appear, in dawning youth and souls sub void of fear. Then into tears of joy the father broke, each in his longing arms by turn she talked. Panted and paused and thus again he spoke, she braved young men, what equal gifts can we in recompense of such desert decree. The great is sure and best you can receive, that gods and your own conscious worth will give. The rest our grateful general will bestow, and young Ascarnius till his manhood help. An eye whose welfare in my father lies, Ascarnius adds, by the great deities, by my dear country, by my household gods, by a hoary vestus rites and dark abounds, adjure you both, on you my fortune stands, that and my faith I plie into your hands. Make me but happy in his safe return, whose wanted presence I can only mourn. Your common gift shall too large goblets be, a silver wrought with curious imagery, and high embossed, which, when old pre-yam reigned, my conquering sire, as sacked Ariseba gained. And more, two treepods cast in antique mould, with two great talons of the finest gold, beside a costy bowl engraved with art, which Dedo gave, when first he gave her heart. But if in conquered Italy we reign, when spoils by lot the victor shall obtain, thou source the cursor by proud turnous press, that nieces and his arms and nod increst, and shield from chance, exempt, shall be thy share. Twelve laboring slaves, twelve handmates young and fair, all clad in rich attire, and trained with care, and last a latian field with fruitful plains, and a large portion of the king's domains. But thou, whose years are more to mine allied, no fate my vowed affection shall divide. From thee, heroic youth, be fully mine, take full possession, all my soul is thine. One faith, one fame, one fate shall both attend, my life's companion, and my bosom friend. My peace shall be committed to thy care, and to thy conduct, my concerns in wear. Then thus the young every allus replied, Whatever fortune, good or bad, betide, the same shall be my age as now my youth. No time shall find me wanting to my truth. This only from your goodness let me gain, and this ungranted all rewards are vain. Of pre-Amstroyal race my mother came, and sure the best that ever bore the name, whom neither Troy nor Sicily could hold, from me departing but overspent and owed. My fate she followed ignorant of this, whatever danger, neither parting kiss, nor pious blessing taken, her I leave, and in this only act of all my life deceive. By this right hand and conscious night I swear, my soul so sad a farewell could not bear. Be you her comfort, fill my vacant place, permit me to presume so great a grace, support her age forsaken and distressed, that hope alone will fortify my breast. Against the worst of fortunes and of fears, he said, the mood assistants melt in tears. Then thus Ascarnus wonderstruck to see that image of his filial piety, so great beginnings, insogreen an age, exact the faith which I again engage. Thy mother all the Jews shall justly claim, craves a had, and only want the name. Whatever event thy bold attempt shall have, tis merit to have borne a son so brave. Now by my head a sacred oath I swear, my father used it, what returning here, crowned with success I for thyself prepare, that if thou fail shall thy loved mother share. He said, and weeping while he spoke the word, from his broad belt he drew a shining sword, magnificent with gold, decawn made, and in an eye of discovered sheathed the blade. This was his gift great ministers gave his friend, alliance hide his body to defend, and good aliters furnished him beside, with his own trusty helm, of temper tried. Thus armed they went, the noble Trojan's way, there issuing forth and follow to the gate, with prayers and wows above the rest appears, as Garnios manly far beyond his years, and messages committed to their care, which all in winds were lost and flitting air. The trenches first they passed and took their way, where their proud foes impitched pavilion slay. To many fatal ear themselves were slain, they found the careless host dispersed upon the plain, who gorged and drunk with wine, supinely snore, unharnessed chariots stand along the shore, amidst the wheels and reins the goblets by, a medley of debauchery and war they lie. Observing nieces shud his friend the sight, behold a conquest gained without a fight, occasion offers, and I stand prepared, there lies our way, be thou upon the guard, and look around while I securely go, and you a passage through the sleeping foe. Softly he spoke, then striding took his way, with his strong sword where haughty ramness lay, his head raised high on tapestry beneath, and heaving from his breast he drew his breath, a king and prophet by King Tornus loud, but fate by prescience cannot be removed. Him and his sleeping slaves he slewed and spiced, where ramus with his rich rithinu lies, his armor bare first and next he kills, his charioteer entrenched betwixt the wheels, and his loved horses last invades their lord, full on his neck he drives the fatal sword. The gasping head flies off a purple flood, flows from the trunk that welters in the blood, which by the spurning heels dispersed around, the bed besprinkles and beduce the ground. Ramus the bold, and Lamyrus the strong, he slew, and then Serana's fair and young, from dice and wine the youth retired to rest, and puffed the fumy god from out his breast. Even then he dreamt of drink and lucky play, more lucky had it lasted till the day. The famished lion thus, with hunger-bowl, overleaps the fences of the nightly fold, and tears the peaceful flocks with silent eave, trembling they lie and pant beneath his paw. Nor with less rage every alas employs, the wrathful sword, or fewer foes destroys, but on the ignoble crowd his fury flew, he farders, he beses, and where to slew, oppressed with heavy sleep the former fell, but Ruitus wakeful and observing all, behind a spacious jar he slinked for fear, the fatal iron found and reached him there. For as he rose it pierced his naked side, and reeking thenst returned in crimson died. The wound pushed out the stream of wine and blood, the purple soul comes floating in the flood. Now, when mesapas quartered they arrive, the fires were fainting there, and just alive. The warrior horses tied in order, fed, nieces observed the discipline and said, Our eager thirst of blood may both betray, and see the scattered streaks of dawning day. Foe to nocturnal thefts, no more my friend, here let our glutted execution end. A lane through slaughtered bodies we have made, the bowed irrealis though loath obeyed, of arms and arrows and of plate they find, a precious load, but these they leave behind. Yet fond of gaudy spoils the boy would stay, to make the rich caparis on his prey, which on the steed of concord ramnus lay, nor did his eyes less longingly behold the girdle-belt with nails of burnished gold. This presen sedicus the rich bestowed, on ramulus when friendship first they wowed, and absent joined in hospital ties, he dying to his heir bequeathed the prize, till by the conquering aardian troops oppressed he fell, and they the glorious gift possessed. These glittering spoils now made the victors gain, he to his body suits, but suits in vain. Mesapos helm he finds among rest, and lays his on, and wears the waving crest, proud of their conquest, prouder of their prey they leave the camp, and take the ready way. End of Book 9, Part 1, Read by Lars Rolander Book 9, Part 2 of the Enid This is a LibriVox recording, or LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Reading by Lars Rolander The Enid by Publius Virgilius Maro Translated by John Dryden Book 9A Night-Certi, A Day Assault, Part 2 But far they had not passed before they spied, 300 horse with walsons for their guide. The queen a legion took in turn a scent, but the swift horse the slower foot prevent. And now advancing sought the leader's tent, they saw the pair for through the doubtful shade, his shining helm every alice betrayed, on which the moon with full reflection played. Tis not for naught cried walsons from the crowd. These men go there, then raised his voice aloud, stand, stand, why thus in arms and wither bent, from whence to whom and on what errands sent. Silent they scud away and haste their flight to neighboring woods and trust themselves to-night. The speedy horse all passages belay and spur their smoking steeds to cross their way. And watch each entrance of the winding wood, black was the forest, thick with speech it stood, horrid with fern and intricate with thorn, few paths of human feet or tracks of beasts were born. The darkness of the shades his heavy prey and fear misled the younger from his way. But nieces hit the turns with happier haste and thoughtless of his friend the forest passed, and Alvin planes from Alba's name so-called, where King Latinus then his oxen stalled. Till turning at the length he stood his ground and missed his friend and cast his eyes around. Ah wretch, he cried, where have I left behind? The unhappy youth, where shall I hope to find? Or what way take? Again he ventures back and treads the maces of his former track. He winds the wood and listening hears the noise of tramping courses and the rider's voice. The sound approached and suddenly he viewed the foes in closing and his friend pursued, forlade and taken while his true in vain the shelter of the friendly shades to gain. What should he next attempt? What arms employ? What fruitless forest of free the captive boy? Or desperate should he rush and lose his life with odd suppressed in such unequal strife? Resold at length he's pointed spear he shook and casting on the moon a mournful look. Guardian of groves and goddess of the night, fair queen he said, direct my dart aright. If ever my peer's father, for my sake, did grateful offerings on thy altar's make, or I increased them with my silvan's toils and hung thy holy roofs with savage spoils, give me to scatter these. Then from his ear he poised and aimed and launched the trembling spear. The deadly weapon he sing'd from the grove impetuous on the back of Sulmodro, which his thin armor drank his vital blood and in his body left the broken. His staggers round, his eyeballs roll in death, and with short sobs he gasps the way his breath. All stand amazed a second javelin flies with equal strength and quivers through the skies. This, through thy temples, Targos forced the way and in the brain-pan warmly buried lay. Fierce Walson's foams with rage and gazing round described not him who gave the fatal wound, nor knew to fix revenge, but thou, he cries, shall pay for both and at the prisoner flies. With his strong sword then struck with deep despair that cruel sight the lover could not bear. But from his coward rushed in open view and sent his voice before him as he flew. Me, me, he cried, turn all your swords alone. On me the fact confessed the fault my own. He neither could nor durged the guiltless youth, ye moan and stars bear witness to the truth. His only crime, if friendship can offend, is too much love to this unhappy friend. Too late, he speaks, the sword which fury guides, driven with full forth had pierced his tender sides. Down fell the buttress youth, the joining wound gushed out a purple stream and stained the ground. His snowy neck reclines upon his breast like a fair flower by the keen chair oppressed, like a white poppy sinking on the plane whose heavy head is overcharged with rain. Despair and rage and vengeance justly wowed drew Nisus headlong on the hostile crowd. Volsens he seeks on him alone he bends, born back and bored by his surrounding friends. Onward he pressed and kept him still inside, then whirled aloft his sword with all his might. The unerring steel descended while his bow, peered his wide mouth and threw his wessen brook, dying his slew and staggering on the plane. With swimming eyes he sought his lover's lane, then quiet on his bleeding bosom fell, content in death to be revenged so well. O happy friends, for if my verse can give, immortal life your fame shall ever live, fixed as the capital's foundation lies and spread wherever the Roman eagle flies. The conquering party first divide the prey, then their slain leader to the camp convey. With wonder as they went the troops were filled to see such numbers whom so few had killed. Serranus, Rumnus and the rest they found, vast crowds the dying and the dead surround, and the yet reeking blood overflowed the ground or knew the helmet which Missapus lost, but mourned a purchase that so dear had cost. Now rose the ruddy mourn from Teton's bed and with the dawn of day the skies overspread. Nor long the sun his daily course withheld, but added colors to the world revealed when earthly Ternus wakening with the light, all clad in armor calls his troops to fight. His martial men with fierce harangue he fired and his own ardour in their souls inspired. This stunned to give new terrors to his foes, the heads of Nises and his friends he shows, raised high on pointy spears a ghastly sight, loud peels of shouts ensue and barbarous delight. Meantime the Troians run where danger calls, they line their trenches and they man their walls. In front extended to the left they stood, safe was the right surrounded by the flood, but casting from their towers a frightful view, they saw the faces which too well they knew. Though then disguised in death and smeared all over, with filth obscene and dropping putrid gall, soon hasty fame through the sad city bears, the mournful messages to the mother's ears. An icy cold benumbs her limbs, she shakes, her cheeks the blood, her hand the web forsakes. She runs the rampage round amidst the war, nor fears the flying darts, she rends her hair, and fills with loud laments the liquid air. Thus then my loved Euryalis appears, thus looks the prop my declining years. Wast on this face my famished eyes I fed, oh how unlike the living is the dead. And couldst thou leave me cruel thus alone, not one kind kiss from a departing son? No look, no last adieu before he went, an ill-boding hour to slaughter-sen, cold on the ground and pressing foreign clay, to lats and dogs and fowls, Elysia pray. Nor was I near to close his dying eyes, to wash his wounds, to weep his obsequies, to call about his corpse his crying friends, or spread the mantle made for other ends, on his dear body which I woe with care, nor did my daily pains or nightly labor spare. Where shall I find his corpse, what earth sustains, his trunk dismembered, and his cold remains? For this alas I left my needful ease, exposed my life to winds and wintersies. If any pity touched Rutulian hearts, hear empty all your quivers, all your darts. Or if they fail, thou, Job, conclude my woe, and send me thunderstruck to shades below. Her shrieks and clamors pierce the Trojan's ears, unmanned their courage, and augment their fears. Nor Jung Ascanus could the sight sustain, nor old Ileonius his tears restrain, but actor andideus jointly send to bear the madding mother to her tent. And now the trumpets terribly from far, with rattling clanger, roast the sleepy war. The soldiers shout, succeed the brazen sounds, and heaven from pole to pole the noise rebounds. Devulsions bear their shields upon their head, and rushing forward form a moving shed. These fill the ditch, those pull the bull works down, some race the ladders, others scale the town. But where void spaces on the walls appear, or thin defense they pour their forces there. With pools and missive weapons from afar, the Trojans keep aloof the rising war. Taught by their ten-year siege defensive fight, they roll down ribs of rocks and unresisted white. To break the penthouse with the ponderous blow, with yet the patient Volcians undergo, but could not bear the unequal combat long, for where the Trojans find the thickest throng, the ruin falls, their shattered shields give way, and their crushed heads become an easy prey. They shrink for fear abated of the rage, nor longer dare in a blind fight engage, contended now to gall them from below, with darts and slings and with a distant bow. Elsewhere, misentious, terrible to view, a blazing pine within the trenches through. But brave Missapus, Neptune's warlike son, broke down the palisades, the trenches won, and loud for ladders calls to scale the town. Calliope, begin ye sacred nine, inspire your poet in his high design, to sing what slaughter man Eternus made, what souls he sent below the Stygian shade, what fame the soldiers with their captain share, and the vast circuit of the fatal war. For you in singing martial facts excel, you best remember and alone can tell. There stood a tower, amazing to the sight, built up of beams and of stupendous height, art and the nature of the place conspired to furnish all the strength that war required. To level this, the bold Italians join, the weary Troians obviate their design. With weighty stones overwhelmed their troops below, shoot through the loopholes and sharp javelins throw, Ternus the chief tossed from his thundering hand against the wooden walls a flaming brand. It stuck the fiery plague, the winds were high, the planks were seasoned and the timber dry. Contagion caught the posts, it spread along, scorched and to distance through the scattered throng. The Troians fled, the fire pursued amane, still gathering fast upon the trembling train, till crowding to the corners of the wall, down the defense and the defenders fall. The mighty flow makes heaven itself resound, the dead and dying Troians threw the ground. The tower that followed on the fallen crew, whelmed over their heads and buried whom it slew. Some stuck upon the darts themselves had sinned, all the same equal ruin underwent. D'Anglicus and Hellenor only scape, saved how they know not from the steeply leap. Hellenor, elder of the two by birth, on one side royal, one son of earth, whom to the Lydian king, Lycumnia bear, and sent her boasted bastard to the wire. A privilege which none but freemen share. Slight were his arms, a sword and silver shield, no marks of honor charged its empty field. Light as he fell so light the youth arose, and rising found himself amidst his foes. Nor flight was left nor hopes to force his way, emboldened by despair he stood at bay, and like a stag whom all the troops arounds, owe eager huntsmen and invading hounds. Resolved on death, he dissipates his spears, and bounds aloft against the pointed spears. So dashed the youth, secure of death and throes, his dying body on his thickest foes. But Lyca swifter on his feet by far, runs, doubles, wins and turns amidst the warm. Springs to the walls and leaves his foes behind, and snatches at the beam he first confined. Looks up and leaves aloft at all the stretch, in hopes the helping hand of some kind friend to reach. But Turnus followed hard his hunted prey. His spear had almost reached him in the way. Short of his reins and scarths a span behind, fool said the chief, thou fleeter than the wind. Couldst thou presume to scape when I pursue? He said and downward by the feet he drew, the trembling dastard at the tug he falls. Vast ruins come along, rent from the smoking walls. Thus on some silver swan or timorous hare, Jove's bird comes sourcing down from upper air. Her crooked talons trust the fearful prey, then out of sight she soars and wings her wings. So ceases the grim wolf, the tender lamb, in vain lamented by the bleeding dam. Then rushing onward with a barber's cry, the troops of Turnus to the combat fly. The ditch with faggots filled, the daring foe, tossed firebrands to the steepy turret's throw. Elonious as bold as Luccius came, to force the gate and feed the kindling flame, roll down the fragment of a rock so right, it crushed him double underneath his weight. Two more young Ligar and Asylas slow, to bend the bow young Ligar better knew. Asylas best the point to javelin through. Brave Cynus laid Ortigius on the plain, the victor Cynus was by Turnus slain. By the same hand Clonius and Aetus fall, Sagar and Eda standing on the wall. From Carpe's arms his fate Prevernus found, hurt by Temilla, first but slight the wound. His shield thrown by to mitigate the smart, he clapped his hand upon the wounded part. The second shaft came swift and unespide, and pierced his hand and nailed it to his side. Transfixed his breathing lungs and beating heart, the soul came issuing out and hissed against the dart. The son of Argens shone amid the rest, in glittering armor and a purple vest. Fair was his face, his eyes inspiring love, bred by his father in the Martian grouse, where the fat altars of Palicus flame and send in arms to purchase early fame. Him, when he spied from far the Tuscan king, laid by the lance and took him to the sling. Thrice welled the throng around his head and through. The heated lead half melted as it flew. He pierced his hall of temples and his brain. The youth came tumbling down and spurned the plane. Then young Ascarnus, who before this day was want in woods to shoot the savage prey, first bent in martial strife the twanging bow and exercised against a human foe with this bereft demonus of his life who Turnus' younger sister took to wife, proud of his realm and of his royal bride, wanting before his troops and lengthened with a stride, in these insulting turns the Troyans he defied. Twice conquered cowards, now your shame is shone, cooped up a second time within your town who dare not issue forth in open field but hold your walls before you for a shield. Thus threat you war, thus our alliance force, what gods, what madness heather stared your course. You shall not find the sons of Atreus here, nor need the frauds of Sly Ulysses fear. Strong from the cruddle of a sturdy brood, we bear our newborn infants to the flood. They're bathed amid the stream, our boys we hold, with winter hardened and inured to cold. They wake before the day to range the wood, kill ear they eat, nor taste unconquered food. No sports but what belong to war they know to break the stubborn cults to bend the bow. Our youth of labor patient earn their breed, hardly they work with frugal diet fed, from plows and harrows sent to seek renown, they fight in fields and storm the shaken town. No part of life from toys of war is free, no change in age or difference in degree. We plow until in arms our oxen feel, instead of goats the spur and pointed steel. The inverted lance makes furrows in the plain, even time that changes all yet changes us in vain. The body not the mind nor can control, the immortal vigor or abate the soul. Our helms defend the young, disguise the gray, we live by plunder and delight in prey. Your vests embroidered with rich purple shine, in sloth you glory and in dances join. Your vests have sweeping sleeves with female pride, your turbans underneath your chins are tied. Go friggians to your dindimus again, go less than women in the shape of men. Go mixed with eunuchs in the mother's rites, where with unequal sound the flute invites. Sing, dance and howl, by turns in Eda's shade, resign the war to men who know the martial trade. This foul reproach Ascarnus could not hear, with patience or a vowed revenge for bear. At the full stretch of both his hands he drew, and almost joined the horns of the tough you, but first before the throne or joe he stood and thus with lifted hands invoked the god. My first attempt, great Jupiter, succeed, an annual offering in thy grove shall bleed, a snow-white stare before thy altar led, who, like his mother, bears aloft his head, but with his threatening brows and bellowing stands and dares the fight and spurns the yellow sands. Jo bowed the heavens and lent a gracious ear and thundered on the left amidst the clear, sounded at once the bow and swiftly flies the feathered death and hisses through the skies. The steels through both his temples forced the way, extended on the ground Numanus lay. Go now, vain boaster, and true valor scorn, the frigents twice subdued, yet make this third return. Ascarnus said no more, the Troians shake, the heavens with shouting a new vigor take. Apollo then bestowed a golden cloud to view the feats of arms and fighting crowd, and thus the beardless victory bespoke aloud, advance illustrious youth, increase in fame, and wide from east to west extend thy name. Offspring of gods thyself and Rome shall owe to thee a race of demigods below. This is the way to heaven, the powers divine, from this beginning date the Julian line. To thee to them and their victorious heirs, the conquered war is due, and the vast world is theirs. Troy is too narrow for thy name, he said, and plunging downward shot his radiant head, dispelled the breathing air that broke his flight, shone of his beams a man to mortal sight. Old booters form he took, Anki's a squire, now left to rule Ascarnus by his sire. His wrinkled visage and his hoary hairs, his mean his habit and his arms he wears, and thus salutes the boy to forward for his years. So fist it thee thy father's worthy son, the warlike prize thou hast already won. The god of archers gives thy youth a part of his own praise nor envy's equal art. Now tempt the war no more, he said and flew, obscure in air and vanished from their view. The Troyan spies arms that patron know and hear the twanging of his heavenly bow, then duchess force the use and foibos name to keep from fight the youth to fond of fame. Undaunted they themselves no danger shone, from wall to wall the shouts and clamours run, they bend their bows, they whirl their slings around, heaps of spent arrows fall and strew the ground, and helmets and shields and rattling arms resound. The combat thickens like the storm that flies from westward when the showery kids arise, or patching hail comes pouring on the main, when Jupiter descends in hardened rain, or bellowing clouds burst with a stormy sound, and with an armed winters through the ground. Pandras and Beetius thunderbolts a war, whom he era to bold Alcarnor bear, on Edas top to youth of height and size, like first that on their mother mountain rise, presuming on their force the gates unbar, and of their own accord invite the war. With fates averse against the king's command, armed on the right and on the left they stand, and flank the passage shining steel they wear, and waving crests above their heads appear, thus too tall oaks that part of Spang sedorn lift up to heaven their leafy heads unshorn, and over-pressed with nature's heavy load dance to the whistling winds and at each other nod, inflows a tide of larcenes when they see the gates at open and the passage free, bold caressons with rushed tamaras rushing on, equicolos that in bright armor shone, and Haman first but soon repulsed they fly, or in the well-defended past they die. These with successor fired and those with rage, and each on equal terms at length engage, drawn from their lines and eschew on the plain, the Trojan's hand to hand the fight maintain. Fierce turners in another quarter fought, when suddenly the unhopeful news was brought. The foes had left the fastness of their place, prevailed in fight, and had his men in chase. He quits the attack and to prevent their fate runs where the giant brothers guard the gate. The first he met antipathis the brave, but base begotten on a thiebun slave, sarded on sun he slew the deadly dart, found passage through his breast and pierced his heart. Fixed in the wound the Italian corner stood, warmed in his lungs and in his vital blood. A feedness next and a remontus dies, and meropus and the gigantic size, a beatsias threatening with his ardent eyes. Not by the feeble dart he fell oppressed, a dart were lost within that roomy breast, but from a knotted lance large heavy strong, which roared like thunder as it whirled along. Not two bull hides the impetuous force withhold, nor coat of double mail with scales of gold. Down sunk the monster bulk and pressed the ground, his arms and clatching shield on the vast body sound, not with less ruin than the bayon mole, raised on the seas the surges to control. At once comes tumbling down the rocky wall, prone to the deep the stone's disjointed fall, of the vast pile the scattered ocean flies, black sands discoloured froth and mingled mud arise. The frighted billows roll and seek the shores, then trembles Procita, then Ischia roars. Tiefius thrown beneath by Joe's command, astonished at the flaw that shakes the land, soon shifts his weary side and scares awake, with wonder feels the weight press lighter on his back. The warrior god the last young troops inspired, new strung their seniors and their courage fired, but chills the Troyan hearts with cold of fright, then black despair precipitates their flight. Ponderous beheld his brother killed, the town with fear and wild confusion filled. He turns the hinges of the heavy gate, with both his hands and adds his shoulders to the weight. Some happier friends within the walls enclosed, the rest shut out to certain death exposed, fool as he was and franting in his care, to admit young turners and include the war. He thrust amid the crowd securely bold, like a fierce tiger pen to mid the fold, to late his blazing buckler they describe and sparking fires that shoot from either eye, his mighty members and his ample breast, his ratting armor and his crimson crest. Far from that hated face the Troyans flee, all but the fool who sought his destiny. Mad panderous steps forth with vengeance ward, forbids his death and threatens thus aloud. These are not Ardea's walls, nor his the town. Armata proffers with Lavinia's crown. Tis hostile earth you tread of hope bereft. No means of safe return by flight are left, to whom with countenance calm and soul sedate, thus turners, then begin and try thy fate. My message to the ghost of Priambeir, tell him a new Achilles sent thee there. A lance of tough ground ash the Troyan threw, rough in the rind and knotted as it grew. With his full force he whirled it first around, but the soft-jeeling air received the wong. Imperial Junior turned the course before and fixed the wandering weapon in the door. But hope, not thou, said turners, when I strike to shun thy fate, our force is not alike. Nor thy steel tempered by the Lemnian god, then rising on his outmost stretch she stood. And aimed from high the full descending blow, cleaves the broad front and beardless cheeks in two. Down sinks the giant with a thundering sound, his ponderous limbs oppress the trembling ground. Blood, brains, and foam gush from the gaping wound, scalp, face, and shoulders the keen steel divides, and the shard visage hangs on equal sides. The Troyans fly from their approaching fate, and had the victor then secured the gate and to his troops without unclose the bars, one lucky day had ended all his wars. But boiling youth and blind desire of blood pushed his fury to pursue the crowd. Hamstring behind, unhappy Giges died, then Falaris is added to his side. The pointed Javelins from the dead he drew and their friend's arms against their fellows threw. Strong Harley stands in vain, weak Fliges flies, Saturnia still at hand, new force and fire supplies. Then Harlius, Britannus, Alcandor fall, engaged against the foes who scaled the wall, but whom they feared without they found within, but whom they feared without they found within. At last, though late, by Linkius he was seen. He calls new suckers and assaults the prince, but weak his force and vain is their defence. Turn to the right, his sword the hero drew, and at one blow the bold aggressor slew. He joins the neck and with a stroke so strong, the helm flies off and bears the head along. Next him the huntsman Amicus he killed, in darts, in venkund, and in poisons killed. Then Cleaus fell beneath his fatal spear, and Cretius, whom the muses held so dear, he fought with courage and he sang the fight, arms were his business versus his delight. The Trojan chiefs behold with rage and grief their slaughtered friends and hasten their relief. Bold Menestus rallies first the broken train, whom brave Cerestus and his troops sustain, to save the living and revenge the dead against one warrior's arms all Troy they led. Oh, void of sense and courage, Menestus cried, where can you hope your coward heads to hide? Ah, where beyond these ramparts can you run? One man, and in your camp in close to Shun, shall then a single sword, such slaughter boast, and pass unpunished from a numerous host, forsaking honor and renouncing fame, your gods, your country, and your king, your shame. This just reproach their virtue does excite, they stand, they join, they thicken to the fight. Now Tarnus doubts and yet disdains to yield, but with slow paces measures back the field, and inches to the walls where Tiber's tied, washing the camp defends the weaker side. The more he loses, they advance the more, and tread in every step he trod before. They shout, they bear him back, and whom by might they cannot conquer, they oppress with weight. As compassed with a wood of spears around, the lordly lion still maintains his crown, grins horrible, retires, and turns again, threats his distended paws, and shakes his mane. He loses while in vain he presses on, nor will his courage let him dare to run. So Tarnus fares, and unresolved of flight, moves tardy back, and just recedes from fight. Yet twice enraged the combat he renews, twice breaks, and twice his broken foes peruse. But now they swarm, and with fresh troops supplied, come rolling on, and rush from every side. Nor Juno, who sustained his arms before, dares with new strength, suffice the exhausted store. For Joe, with sour commands, sent Iris down to force the invader from the frighted town. With labor spent, no longer can he weed, the heavy fancian or sustain the shield. Overwhelmed with darts, which from afar they fling, the weapons round his hollow temple string. His golden helm gives way, with stony blows, battered and flat, and beaten to his prose. His crest is rashed away, his ample shield is falsified, and ground with javelins filled. The foe now faint, the Troians overwhelm, and Manesto slays hard load upon his helm. Six sweets succeeds, he drops at every pore, with driving dust his cheeks are pasted oar. Shorter and shorter every gasp he takes, and vain efforts and hurtless blows he makes, plunged in the flood, and made the waters fly, the gel of God, the welcome birthing bore, and whipped the sweet and washed away the gore. Then gently wafts him to the farther coast, and sends him safe to cheer his anxious host. The Ineared by Publius Vigilius Marrow translated by John Dryden Book 10 The Death of Princes Part 1 The gates of heaven unfold, Jove summons all the gods to council in the common hall. Sublimely seated he surveys from far the fields, the camp, the fortune of the war, and all the inferior world, from first to last the sovereign senate in degrees are placed. Then thus the almighty sire began. Ye gods, natives or denizens of blessed abodes, from whence these murmurs and this change of mind, this backward fate from what was first designed. Why this protracted war when my commands pronounced a peace and gave the Latian lands? What fear or hope on either part divides our heavens and arms our powers on different sides? A lawful time of war at length will come, nor need your haste to anticipate the doom. When Carthage shall contend the world with Rome, shall force the rigid rocks and alpine chains, and like a flood come pouring on the plains, then is your time for faction and debate, for partial favour and permitted hate. Let now your immature dissension cease. Sit quiet and compose your souls to peace. Thus Jupiter in few unfolds the charge, but lovely Venus thus replies at large, Oh, power immense, eternal energy, for to what else protection can we fly? Seize thou the proud rotulians how they dare in fields unpunished and insult my care. How lofty Ternus vaunts amid his train in shining arms triumphant on the plain. Even in their lines and trenches they contend and scarce their walls the Trojan troops defend. The town is filled with slaughter and our floats with a red deluge their increasing moats. Inears, ignorant and far from thence, has left a camp exposed without defence. This endless outrage shall they still sustain. Shall Troy renewed be forced and fired again? A second siege my banished issue fears and a new diameter mead in arms appears. One more audacious mortal will be found and I thy daughter wait another wound. Yet if with fates averse without thy leave the Latian lands my progeny receive bear they the pains of violated law and thy protection from their aid withdraw. But if the gods their sure success foretell if those of heaven consent with those of hell to promise Italy who dare debate the power of Joval fix another fate? What should I tell of tempests on the main of earless usurping Neptune's reign of iris sent with bacchanalian heat to inspire the matrons and destroy the fleet? Now Juno to the Stygian sky descends solicits hell for aid and arms the fiends. That new example wanted yet above an act that well became the wife of Jove. Electo raised by her with rage inflames the peaceful bosoms of the Latian dames. Imperial sway no more exalts my mind. Such hopes I had indeed while heaven was kind. Now let my happier foes possess my place whom Jove prefers before the Trojan race and conquer they whom you with conquest grace since you can spare from all your wide command no spot of earth no hospitable land which may my wandering fugitives receive since Horty Juno will not give you leave. Then father, if I still may use that name by ruined Troy yet smoking from the flame I beg you let Ascanius by my care be freed from danger and dismissed the war. Inglorious let him live without a crown. The father may be cast on coasts unknown struggling with fate. But let me save the sun. Mine is Chithera, mine the Cyprian towers. In those recesses and those sacred bowers obscurely let him rest. His right resigned to promised empire and his Julian line. Then Carthage may the Asconian towns destroy nor fear the race of a rejected boy. What profits it my son to escape the fire armed with his guards and loaded with his sire to pass the perils of the seas and wind evade the Greeks and leave the war behind to reach the Italian shores if after all our second Pergamos is doomed to fall. Much better had he curbed his high desires and hovered o'er his ill-extinguished fires to similar spanks the fugitives restore and give them back to war and all the woes before. Deep indignation swelled Saturnia's heart and must I own, she said, my secret smart what with more decents were in silence kept and but for this unjust reproach had slept. Did God or man your favourite son advise with war unhoped the Latians to surprise? By fate you boast and by the God's decree he left his native land for Italy. Confess the truth. By mad Cassandra more than heaven inspired he sought a foreign shore. Did I persuade to trust his second Troy to the raw conduct of a beardless boy with walls unfinished which himself forsakes and through the waves a wandering voyage takes? When have I urged him meanly to demand the Tuscan aid and armour-quiet land? Did I or Iris give this mad advice or made the fool himself the fatal choice? You think it hard the Latians should destroy with swords your Trojans and with fires your Troy. Hard and unjust indeed for men to draw their native air nor take a foreign law. That Ternus is permitted still to live to whom his birth a God and Goddess give. But yet is just and lawful for your line to drive their fields and force with fraud to join. Realms not your own among your clans divide and from the bridegroom tear the promised bride. Petition while you public arms prepare pretend a peace and yet provoke a war. It was given to you your darling son to shroud, to draw the dusted from the fighting crowd and for a man obtained an empty cloud. From flaming fleets you turned the fire away and changed the ships to daughters of the sea. But is my crime the queen of heaven offends if she presumed to save her suffering friends? Your son, not knowing what his foes decree you say is absent. Absent let him be. Yours is Kithara, yours the Cyprian towers, the soft recesses and the sacred bowers. Why do you then these needless arms prepare and thus provoke a people prone to war? Did I with fire the Trojan town deface or hinder from return your exiled race? Was I the cause of mischief or the man whose lawless lust the fatal war began? Think on whose faith the adulterous youth relied. Who promised, who procured the Spartan bride? When all the United States of Greece combined to purge the world of the perfidious kind then was your time to fear the Trojan fate. Your quarrels and complaints are now too late. Thus do you know. Merma's rise with mixed applause just as they favour or dislike the cause. So winds when yet unfledged in woods they lie, in whispers first their tender voices try, then issue on the main with bellowing rage and storms to trembling mariners' presage. Then thus to both replied the imperial god who shakes heaven's axles with his awful nod. When he begins the silent senate stand with reverence listening to the dread command, the clouds dispel, the winds their breath restrain, and the hushed waves lie flattered on the main. Celestials, your attentive ears incline. Since," said the god, the Trojans must not join in wished alliance with the Latin line, since endless jarrings and immortal hate tend but to discompose our happy state, the war henceforward be resigned to fate. Each to his proper fortune stand or fall, equal and unconcerned I look on all. Ritulians, Trojans are the same to me, and both shall draw the lots their fates decree. Let these assault if fortune be their friend, and if she favours those let those defend. The fates will find their way. The thunderer said, and shook the sacred honours of his head, attesting sticks the inviolable flood and the black regions of his brother God, trembled the poles of heaven, and earth confessed the nod. This end the sessions had. The Senate rise, and to his palace wait their sovereign through the skies. Meantime, intent upon their siege, the foes within their walls the Trojan host enclose. They wound, they kill, they watch at every gate, renew the fires and urge their happy fate. The Aeneons wish in vain their wanted chief, hopeless of flight, more hopeless of relief. Thin on the towers they stand, and even those few a feeble, fainting and dejected crew. Yet in the face of danger some there stood the two bold brothers of Sarpeden's blood, Asius and Ackmon, both the Asarakai, Young Hemon, and though young resolved to die. With these were Clarus and Thimoides joined, Tibris and Castor, both of Lycean kind. From Ackmon's hands a rolling stone there came, so large it half deserved a mountain's name. Strong, sinured was the youth and big of bone, his brother Nestus could not more have done, or the great father of the intrepid son. Some firebrands throw, some flights of arrows send, and some with darts and some with stones defend. Amid the press appears the beauteous boy, the care of Venus and the hope of Troy. His lovely face unarmed, his head was bare, in ringlets were his shoulders hung his hair. His forehead circled with a diadem, distinguished from the crowd he shines a gem in chastened gold or polished ivory set, amidst the meaner foil of sable jet. Nor Ismarus was wanting to the war, directing pointed arrows from afar, and death with poison armed, in Lidioborne where plenty as harvests the fat fields adorn, where proud Pactolus floats the fruitful lands and leaves a rich manure of golden sands. There, Capis, author of the Capuan name, and there was Nestus too, increased in fame since Ternus from the camp he cast with shame. Thus mortal war was waged on either side. Meantime the hero cut the nightly tide for, anxious from Evander when he went, he sought the Tyrion camp and Tarkon's tent. Exposed the cause of coming to the chief, his name and country told, and asked relief. Proposed the terms, his own small strength declared. What vengeance, proud Mesentius had prepared, what Ternus bold and violent designed, then showed the slippery state of humankind and fickle fortune warned him to beware, and to his wholesome counsel added prayer. Tarkon without delay the treaty signs, and to the Trojan troops the Tuscan joins. They soon set sail, nor now the fates withstand, their forces trusted with a foreign hand. Ineus leads, upon his stern appear two lions carved, which rising Ida bear, Ida to wandering Trojans ever dear. Under their grateful shade Ineus sat, revolving wars events and various fate. His left young palace kept fixed to his side and oft of winds inquired and of the tide, oft of the stars and of their watery way, and what he suffered both by land and sea. Now, sacred sisters, open all your spring, the Tuscan leaders and their army sing, which followed greater nears to the war, their arms, their numbers, and their names declare. A thousand youths brave masochists obey, born in the tiger through the foaming sea, from Asium brought and kozer by his care, for arms light quivers, bows, and shafts they bear. Fias Abbas next, his men bright armor-war, his stern, Apollo's golden statue-bore. Six hundred Populonia sent along all skilled in martial exercise and strong, three hundred more for battle-ilver-joins, an isle renowned for steel and unexhausted mines. As Silas on his prowl the third appears, who heaven interprets and the wandering stars, from offered entrails prodigies expounds and fields of thunder with presaging sounds, a thousand spears in war-like order-stand sent by the peasants under his command. Fer Astur follows in the watery field, proud of his managed horse and painted shield. Graviska, noisome from the neighbouring fenn and his own caire sent three hundred men, with those which Minio's fields and Pergy gave, all bred in arms, unanimous and brave. Thou muse, the name of Siniras, renew, and brave Kupavo followed but by few, whose helm confessed the lineage of the man, and bore with wings displayed a silver swan. Love was the fault of his famed ancestry, whose forms and fortunes in his ensigns fly. For Kiknos loved unhappy Phaeton, and sung his loss in poplar groves alone, beneath the sister-shades to soothe his grief. Heaven heard his song and hastened his relief, and changed to snowy plumes his hoary hair, and winged his flight to chant aloft in air. His son Kupavo brushed the briny flood, upon his stern a brawny centaur stood who heaved a rock, and threatening still to throw with lifted hands, alarmed the seas below. They seemed to fear the formidable sight, and rolled their billows on to speed his flight. Oknos was next, who led his native train of hardy warriors through the watery plain. The son of Manto by the Tuscan stream, from whence the Mantuan town derives the name, an ancient city but of mixed descent, three several tribes composed the government. Four towns are under each, but all obey the Mantuan laws, and own the Tuscan sway. Hate to Mezentius armed five hundred more, whom Mincius from his Sire Benakus bore, Mincius with wreaths of wreaths his forehead covered o'er. These grave Aulites leads, a hundred sweep with stretching oars at once the glassy deep. Him and his marshal train the Triton bears, high on his poop the sea-green guard appears, frowning he seems his crooked shell to sound, and at the blast the billows dance around. A hairy man above the waist he shows, a poor poised tail beneath his belly grows, and ends a fish. His breast the waves divides, and froth and foam augment the murmuring tides. Full thirty ships transport the chosen train for Troy's relief, and scour the briny main. Now was the world forsaken by the sun, and Phoebe half her nightly race had run. The careful chief who never closed his eyes, himself the rudder holds, the sails supplies. A choir of nareads met him on the flood, once his own galleys hewn from Ida's wood, but now as many nymphs the sea they sweep, as road before tall vessels on the deep. They know him from afar, and in a ring enclose the ship that bore the Trojan king. Chymodisee, whose voice excelled the rest above the waves advanced her snowy breast, her right hand stops the stern, her left divides the curling ocean and corrects the tides. She spoke for all the choir, and thus began with pleasing words to warn the unknowing man. Sleeps our loved lord! Oh, goddess born, awake! Spread every sail, pursue your watery track, and haste your course! Your navy once were we, from Ida's height descending to the sea till Ternus, as at anchor fixed we stood, presumed to violate our holy wood. Then, loosed from shore, we fled his fires profane, unwillingly we broke our master's chain, and since have sought Chymodisee since have sought you through the Tuscan main. The mighty mother changed our forms to these and gave us life immortal in the seas, but young Ascanius in his camp distressed by your insulting foes is hardly pressed. The Arcadian horseman and a trurian host advance in order on the Latian coast to cut their way the Dornean chief designs before their troops can reach the Trojan lines. Thou, when the rosy morn restores the light, first arm thy soldiers for the ensuing fight, thyself the fated sword of Vulcan wield, and bear aloft the impenetrable shield. Tomorrow's sun, unless my skill be vain, shall see huge heaps of foes in battle slain. Parting, she spoke, and with immortal force pushed on the vessel in her watery course, for well she knew the way. Impaled behind, the ship flew forward and outstripped the wind. The rest make up, unknowing of the cause the chief admires their speed, and happy omens draws. Then, thus he prayed, and fixed on heaven his eyes. Here, thou, great mother of the deities with turrets crowned, on Ida's holy hill fierce tigers reigned and curved obey thy will. Firm thy own omens, lead us on to fight thy Phrygians conquer in thy right. He said no more, and now renewing day had chased the shadows of the night away. He charged the soldiers with preventing care their flags to follow and their arms prepare, warned of the ensuing fight, and, bad'em, hope the war. Now his lofty poop he viewed below his camp encompassed and the enclosing foe. His blazing shield embraced he held on high, the camp received a sign and with loud shouts reply. Hope arms their courage. From their towers they throw their darts with double force and drive the foe. Thus at the signal given the cranes arise before the stormy south and blacken all the skies. King Turner's wondered at the fight renewed, till looking back the Trojan fleet he viewed. The seas with swelling canvas covered oar, and the swift ships descending on the shore. The Latians saw from far with dazzled eyes the radiant crest that seemed in flames to rise and dart diffusive fires around the field and the keen glittering of the golden shield. Thus threatening comets when by night they rise shoot sanguine streams and sadden all the skies. So serious flashing forth sinister lights pale humankind with plagues and with dry famine fright. Yet Turner's with undaunted mind is bent to man the shores and hinder their descent and thus awakes the courage of his friends. What you so long have wished kind fortune sends in ardent arms to meet the invading foe you find and find him at advantage now. Yours is the day you need but only dare your swords will make you masters of the war your sires, your sons, your houses and your lands and dearest wives are all within your hands. Be mindful of the race from whence you came and emulate in arms your father's fame. Now take the time while staggering yet they stand with feet unfirm and pre-possess the strand fortune befriends the bold. No more he said but balanced whom to leave and whom to lead then these elects the landing to prevent and those he leaves to keep the city pent. Meantime the Trojan sends his troops ashore some are by boats exposed by bridges more with laboring oars they bear along the strand where the tide languishes and leap a land. Tarkon observes the coast with careful eyes and where no faulty finds no water fries nor billows with unequal murmurs roar but smoothly slide along and swell ashore that course he steered and thus he gave command. Here ply your oars and at all hazard land force on the vessel that Achille may wound this hated soil and furrow hostile ground let me securely land I ask no more then sink my ships or shatter on the shore. This fiery speech inflames his fearful friends they tug at every oar and every stretcher bends they run their ships aground the vessels knock thus forced ashore and tremble with the shock. Tarkon's alone was lost that stranded stood stuck on a bank and beaten by the flood she breaks her back the loosened sides give way and plunge the Tuscan soldiers in the sea their broken oars and floating planks withstand their passage while they labour to the land bringing tides bareback upon the uncertain sand. Now Ternus leads his troops without delay advancing to the margin of the sea the trumpet sound Ineos first assailed the clown's new raised and roar and soon prevailed great Theeron fell an omen of the fight great Theeron large of limbs of giant height he first in open fields defied the prince but armour scaled with gold was no defence against the fated sword which opened wide his plated shield and pierced his naked side next Lycas fell who not like others born was from his wretched mother ripped and torn sacred Ophibus from his birth to thee for his beginning life from biting steel was free not far from him was Gaius laid along of monstrous bulk with kissious fierce and strong vain bulk and strength for when the chief assailed nor valour nor herculean arms availed nor their famed father won't in war to go with great alcides when he toiled below the noisy Pharros next received his death Ineos rised his dart and stopped his bawling breath then wretched Psydon had received his doom who courted Clytius in his beardless bloom and sought with lust obscene polluted joys the Trojan sword had cured his love of boys had not his seven-bold brethren stopped the course of the fierce champions with united force seven darts were thrown at once and some rebound from his bright shield some on his helmet sound the rest had reached him but his mother's care prevented those and turned aside in air the prince then called acates to supply the spears that knew the way to victory those fatal weapons which inured to blood in Grecian bodies under Ilium stood not one of those my hand shall toss in vain against our foes on this contended plane he said then seized a mighty spear and threw which winged with fate through Mayon's buckler flew pierced all the brazen plates and reached his heart he staggered with intolerable smart Alcano saw and reached but reached in vain his helping hand his brother to sustain a second spear which kept the former course from the same hand and sent with equal force his right arm pierced and holding on bereft his use of both and pinioned down his left then Numitor from his dead brother drew the eloman spear and at the Trojan through preventing fate directs the lance away which glancing only marked acates thigh in pride of youth the Sabine Clausus came and from afar at dry ops took his aim the spear flew hissing through the middle space and pierced his throat directed at his face it stopped at once the passage of his wind and the free soul to flitting air resigned his forehead was the first that struck the ground lifeblood and life rushed mingled through the wound he slew three brothers of the Borean race and three whom Ismarus their native place had sent to war but all the sons of Thrace Helisus next the bold Arunki leads the son of Neptune to his age succeeds conspicuous on his horse on either hand these fight to keep and those to win the land with mutual blood the Arsonian soil is died while on its borders each their claim decide as wintry winds contending in the sky with equal force of lungs their titles try they rage they roar the doubtful rack of heaven stands without motion and the tide undriven each bent to conquer neither side to yield they long suspend the fortune of the field both armies thus perform what courage can foot set to foot and mingled man to man but in another part the Arcadian horse with ill success engage the Latin force for where the impetuous torrent rushing down huge craggy stones and rooted trees had thrown they left their courses and unused to fight on foot were scattered in a shameful flight Pallas who with disdain and grief had viewed his foes pursuing and his friends pursued used threatenings mixed with prayers his last resource with these to move their minds and those to fire their force which way, companions, wither would you run by you yourselves and mighty battles won by my great sire by his established name and early promise of my future fame by my youth emulus of equal right to share his honors shun ignoble flight trust not your feet your hands must hue way through young black body and that thick array it is through that forward path that we must come there lies our way and that our passage home nor powers above nor destinies below oppress our arms with equal strength we go with mortal hands to meet a mortal foe see on what foot we stand a scanty shore the sea behind our enemies before no passage left unless we swim the main or forcing these the Trojan trenches gain this said he strode with eager haste along and bore amidst the thickest of the throng Lagerst the first he met with fate to foe had heaved a stone of mighty weight to throw stooping the spear descended on his chin just where the bone distinguished either loin it stuck so fast so deeply buried lay that scarce the victor forced the steel away his bond came on but while he moved too slow to wished revenge the prince prevents his blow for warding his at once at once he pressed and plunge the fatal weapon in his breast then lewd and chemilose he laid in dust who stained his step-dams bed with impious lust and after him the dowky and twins were slain Laris and Thimbress on the Latian plain so wondrous like in feature shape and size as caused an error in her parents eyes grateful mistake but soon the sword decides the nice distinction and their fate divides for Thimbress head was locked and Laris hand dismembered sought its owner on the strand the trembling fingers yet the fortune strain and threatened still the intended stroke in vain now to renew the charge the Arcadians came sight of such acts and sense of honest shame and grief with anger mixed their minds in flame then with a casual blow was Roetius slain who chanced as palace through to cross the plain the flying spear was after Eilus sent but Roetius happened on a death unment from Toethras and from Tyres while he fled the lance thwart his body laid him dead rolled from his chariot with a mortal wound and intercepted fate he spurned the ground as when in summer welcome winds arise the watchful shepherd to the forest flies and fires the midmost plants contagion spreads and catching flames infect the neighbouring heads around the forest flies the furious blast and all the leafy nations sinks at last and Vulcan rides in triumph or the waste the pastor pleased with his dire victory beholds the satiate flames in sheets ascend the sky so palace troops their scattered strength unite and pouring on their foes their prince delight Halasus came fierce with desire of blood but first collected in his arms he stood advancing then he plied the spear so well ladon demodicus and ferries fell around his head he tossed his glittering brand and from Strymonius huge his better hand held up to guard his throat then hurled a stone at Toas ample front and pierced the bone it struck beneath the space of either eye and blood and mingled brains together fly deep skilled in future fates Halasus sire did with the youth to lonely groves retire but when the father's mortal race was run dire destiny laid hold upon the sun and hauled him to the war to find beneath the Evandrian spear a memorable death palace the encounter seeks but ere he throws to Tuscan Tiber thus addressed his vows oh sacred stream direct my flying dart and give to pass the proud Halasus heart his arms and spoils thy holy oak shall bear pleased with the bribes God received his prayer for while his shield protects a friend distressed the dart came driving on and pierced his breast but Lausus no small portion of the war permits not panic fear to reign too far caused by the death of so renowned a knight but by his own example cheers the fight fierce Abbas first he slew Abbas the stay of Trojan hopes and hindrance of the day the Phrygian troops escaped the Greeks in vain they and their mixed allies now load the plane to the rude shock of war both armies came their leaders equal and their strength the same the rear so pressed the front they could not wield their angry weapons to dispute the field here palace urges on and Lausus there of equal youth and beauty both appear but both by fate forbid to breathe their native air their congress in the field great jove withstands both doomed to fall but fall by greater hands end of book ten part one