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The fourth boke of Virgill , intreating of the loue betwene Aeneas & Dido , translated into English , and drawne into a straunge metre by Henrye late Earle of Surrey , worthy to be embraced .

Imprinted at London by Iohn Day , for William Awen , dwellyng in Pater noster rowe , at the sygne of the Cocke .

☞ Cum priuilegio ad imprimendum solum .
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To the most puissant prince Thomas Duke of Norfolke , Wyllyam Awen hys most humble Oratour wysheth perpetual health and felicitie

WHen it chaunced a copye of thys part of Virgill , traunslated by your graces father ( right honorable Lord ) by the meanes of a friend of myne , to come to my hands : I not onely held the same as no smal treasure , because I had heard it , lyke as others the monumentes of that noble wyt of hys , whych was in thys kynde no doute incomparable , of al men to be commended : but also my desyre was great , at one time or other , yf by a meanes conuenient I might , to publyshe the same : and that the rather , because I coulde vnderstand of no man that had a copye thereof , but he was more wyllyng the same should be kept as a priuate treasure in the handes of a fewe , then publyshed to the common profyt and delectacion of many . But forasmuch as my copy although it were taken of one , wrytten wyth the authors owne hande , was not yet so certaine , that it myghte be thought of it selfe sufficient to be publyshed , partly for that the writer had not tyme sufficient to the due examinacion thereof , after it was wrytten , and also because the reding of the authors copy it selfe , by reason of speedye wrytyng thereof was somewhat doutful : for these causes , gettyng two other copies also , written out by other men , I caused myne to be conferred with them both , and of theym that to be receiued , as most worthy to be alowed , whych was bothe to the latyn moste agreable , and also best standing with the dignity of that kynde of mytre .

And this my doing I trust no honest man shall be able to reproue , but rather it shall be an occasion , to such as fauour the monimentes of so noble a wyt , if they haue a better copy to publyshe the same . As for the vnthankeful , I passe not how much they repyne at my dede : so that I may vnderstand your grace to take in good part my good wyl herein . Which if you do ( as I nothyng doute of your graces goodnesse ) it shal no lytle encourage me hereafter to bring other hys workes to light , as they shal come to my hands . Thus beseching our Lord god to continue your grace in welth and increase of vertue , I wyshe you hartelye well to fare .

Your graces most humble Oratour Wyllyam Owen .
The occasion of the loue betwene Elissa the Quene of Cartage , after called Dido , and the Troian lord Aeneas , briefely gathered out of Virgyll .

AEneas a man of great prowes , and one that had the Gods , his parentes and countrey in muche reuerence and loue , ouerpressed wyth cruel Iunos wrathe , in seeking Italy , roued vpon the seas of Sicil , tyl after much tossyng , at the last he arryued in the coastes of Libia : not knowyng the same what countrey it was . But hauyng with hym hys assured companyon Achates , he learned by hys mother , that the Lady Elissa was Queue thereof . After , conneighed vnder acloude he came to the cytye of Cartage , where the Quene was resident : and there meeting with others of his companye , who by the lyke fortune were dryuen into the same costes , he was of the bountiful Quene receiued with much honour . To hys companye also whyche were vppon the sea costes , she sent .xx. bullockes . C. porkes . C. lambes together with theyr dammes , and thereto of wyne great plenty : gyftes fyt for theyr entertainment , as that tyme , and as theyr necessity asked . The whyche Achates , sent by Aeneas to the sea , presented to them , and at his returning brought with him yong Iulus Aeneas sonne , who by hys fathers commaundement shoulde for the Troians part lykewyse present to the Quene certayne ryche gyftes , ornamentes of the fayre Elen , which they had got from the Grecians handes at theyr spoyle of Troy . But the Goddes Venus , mother to Aeneas , who alwayes douted what wold be the end of this her sonnes so great entertainment in a straunge land , thought that thus she shuld best make all thynges sure , yf she myghte by any meanes bryng the Quene in loue with hym . Whych thyng to do she wrought thys feat , she byds her sonne Cupid ( who was the God of Loue ) addresse hym selfe in the lykenes of Iulus to go present the gyftes , and in daliaunce wyth the Quene priuely to inspyre her with vnquenched fyre of loue . The childe therefore Iulus commyng with giftes to be to the Quene presented , she brought on sleepe , & so carying him in her lappe into the mount Idalium , left hym there amongst the floures . In thys meane tyme Cupid ( as hys mother had bydden hym before ) tooke vpon hym the shape of Iulus , goeth lyke to him accompanied with Achates , caryeth the giftes , and in stede of Iulus presenteth the same to the quene . She setteth her down to meate , causeth the Troians to syt down . The Tirians come together , whyche also syt downe , commaunded by her . They wonder at Aeneas hys gyftes , and at the goodly boy , whom they toke to be Iulus : but of al others , vnhappy Dido could neuer inough be hold eyther the swete boye , or yet the presentes , but styl more & more is she enflamed , & what wyth the gyftes , and with the chyld marueylously styred . This child after he had hanged in the necke of Aeneas , so to begyle the loue of hys fayned father , setteth vpon the Quene . He goth to her : she is with him maturilosly rauished , she imbraseth hym , she takes him in her lap , and thus with kyssyng and colling , she delighteth her selfe . But the suttle boy Cupid , remembring what his mother had sayd to hym , amongst these kysses breathed fyre into the Quenes brest , whych nought but death it selfe , or scarse that , could quench . He begyns to make her by lytle and lytle to forgeite quite her former husband Sichens : he styrs vp her mynde so loth to be kindled , & assanltes that hart of hyrs , out of vse wyth loue . After meate , the bord the bords remoued , the mighty boles of golde set wyth stones , were plyed wyth the wyne , drynkyng there was , quassyng one to an other , wyth great myrth and gladnes . The Lord Inpas wyth hys long tresses , kyng of Affricke , played on hys gilden Lute , synging of the course of the sunne , the Mooue , of the original of mankynde , of brute , of water and fyre , of the rysyng of sygnes , of the shortuesse of dayes , and lengthe of the nightes . The Tyrians make hu●fyng chere , the Troians do the lyke . Selye Dido also passyng the uyghte wyth dyuers talke , drynckes a draught of loue ( alas ) al to deepe . Many a question she demaundes of the kyng Priam , many a one of Hector , in what armour cam Vulcan , what maner horses Diomedes were : yea , she desires her new guest begynning at th original of the matter , to tel her of the Greekes disceite , of the Troians chaunce , of hys aduentures by sea and lande , in that hys seuen yeares trauayle . Whych thynges by that tyme he had told from the begynning to the ende , she was so enflamed in loue , that sheene will what wai to take . And thus arose the loue betwene Dido , and Aeneas , whych is at large expressed in Virgils fourth booke of the Aenedes .

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The .iiii. booke of Virgill . BVt nowe the wounded Quene wyth heuy care , Throughout the vaines she nourisheth the plai , Surprised with blynde flame : and to hyr mynd . Gan eke resort the prowes of the man , And honour of hys race : whyles in her brest Amprinted stacke his wordes , and pyctures forme : Ne to her lyms care graunteth quyet rest . The next morrow , wyth Pheebus laumpe the earth Alyghtned elere , and eke the dawnyng daye The shadowes darke gan from the pole remoue : When all vnsounde her syster of lyke mynde Thus spake she to : O syster Anne , what dreames Be these , that me tormented thus afray ? What newe guest is thys , that to our realme is come : What one of chere ? how stout of hart in armes ? Truely I thynke ( ne vayne is my beliefe ) Of Goddish race some offpryng should he be : Cowardry notes hartes swarued out of kynde . He dryuen ( Lord ) wyth howe hard desteny : What battayles eke atchyued dyd he tell ? But that my mynde is fyxte vnmourably , Neuer wyth wyght in wedlocke aye to ioyne : Sythe my fyrst loue me left by death disseuered , If geniall brands , and bedde me lothed not , To thys one faulte perchaunce yet myght I yelde . Ayme , for I graunt , sythe wretched Sicheus death My spouse and house wyth brothers fewyde defyled , Thys onely man he hath my sences bent , And prycked foorth my mynde , that gan to slyde , Now feelyngly I taste the steppes of myne olde flame . But fyrst I wyshe , the earth me swalowe downe , Wyth thunder , or the myghty Lord me sende To the pale gostes of hel , and darkenes deepe : Or I thee stayne , shamefastnes , or thy lawe . He that wyth me fyrst coppled , tooke awaye My loue with hym , styll enioye he in graue . Thus dyd she say , and wyth supprysed teares Bayned her brest . Whereto Anne thus replyed : O syster , dearer beloued then the lyght : Thy youth alone in playnt styl wylt thou spyll That chyldren sweete , nor Venus gyftes doest knowe ? Doth dust ( thynkest thou ) mynde thys ? or graued gostes ? Tyme of thy doole , thy spoule newe dead , I graunt . None myght thee moue : Iarbas not to feere , The Lybian kyng dyspised yet by thee : And other prynces mo : whom the ryche soyle Of Affrike breedes , in honours tryumphant , Wylt thou also wythstande the loue , that lykes thee ? On thys syde , in the Getules towne beholde , A people bolde vnuanquyshed in warre , And the vndaunted Numydes compasse thee , Wyth Syrtes , the vnfriendlye harbroughe : On thother hande , a deserte realme for thurste The Barceans , whose furye stretches wyde . What shall I touche the warres that moue from Tyre ? Or yet thy brothers threates ? By Gods purueyaunce it blewe , and Iunos helpe The Troiaynes shyppes ( I thynke ) to runne this course Syster , what towne shalt thou see thys become ? Thro suche allye howe shall our kyngdome ryse ? And by the ayde of Troiane armes howe great ? Howe many wayes shall Cartages glorye growe ? Thou onely nowe beseche the Gods of grace By sacrefyce : whych ended , to thy house Receyue hym : and forge causes of abode : Whyles wynter frettes the starre and watrye Orion , The shyppes shaken , vnfriendly the season . Such wordes enflamed the kyndled mynde wyth loue , Losened al shame , and gaue the doubtful hope . And to the temples fyrst they haste , and seeke , By sacrifyce for grace , wyth Hogreles of two yeares Chosen ( as they ought ) to Ceres , that gaue lawes , To Phebus , Bachus , and to Iuno chiefe , Whych hath in care the bande of maryage . Fayre Dido helde in her ryght hande the cuppe , Whych twyxt the hornes of a whyte Cowe she shedde In presence of the Gods passyng before The aulters fatte , whych she renewed oft Wyth gyftes that day , and beastes deboweled : Gasyng for counsell in the entrales warme . Ay me , vnskylfull myndes of prophesye Temples , or vowes , what boote they in her rage ? Gentle flame the Maryes doth deuowere : Whyles in the brest the sylent wounde keepes lyfe , Vnhappy Dido burns , and in her rage Throughout the towne she wandreth vp and downe : Lyke the strycken Hynde wyth shaft yshotte : Throughout the woods whych chasing with his dartes Aloofe , the Shepheard fasteneeth in her vnware : And left in her vnwyst the thyrlyng head : That through the groues , and landes glides in her flight : Amyd whose syde the mortall arrowe styckes . Aeneas nows about the wales she leades , The towne prepared , and Cartage welth to shewe , Offryng to speake , amyd the doyce , she whystes . And when the day gan fayle , nowe feastes she makes The Trotanes trauayles to heare a newe she lystes In ragedal : and stared in hys face That tels the tale . And when they were al gone : And the dymme nowe reprysed the day lyght : And slyding starres prouoked vnto sleepe : Alone she mournes wythin her pallyce voyde : And syts her downe on her forsaken bedde . And absent hym she heares , when he is gone , And seeth eke : oft in her lappe wyth holdes Ascanus trapte by hys fathers forme : So to begyle the loue , that cannot be told . The turrettes now aryse not , erst begone , Neyther the youth weldes armes , nor they auaunce The portes : nor other defence they make for warre . Broken there hang the workes and myghty frames Of walles hygh raysed , threatnyng to the skye . Whom assoone as Ioues deare wyfe sawe in effect Wyth a pestilence , ne fame resyst the rage : Saturnes daughter thus burdeneth Venus then . Great prayse ( quoth she ) and worthy spoyles you winne . Thou and thy sonne , great Gods of memory , By both your wylles one woman to deuower . Yet am not I deceyued that foreknewe Thee dread our walles , and buyldynges to suspecte Of hygh Cartage . But what shal be the ende ? Or whereunto nowe serueth suche debate ? But rather peace , and brydeale bandes knytte we , Sythe thou hast sped of that , thy hart desyred . Dido loues , and burns , the rage her bones doth perse : Thys people is then nowe common to vs both , Wyth equall fauours let vs gouerne them , Lefull be it to serue a Troiane spouse : And Tyrianes yelde to thy ryght hande in dowry . To whom Venus replyed thus : that knewe , Her wordes proceded from desmembled mynde . To Lybian coastes to turne th empyre from Rome , What wyght so fonde , suche offer to refuse ? Or yet wyth thee had leauer stryue in warre ? So be it fortune thy tale bryng to effect , But destenyes I dout : least Ioue wyll graunte , That folke of Tyre , and such as came from Troye , Should hold one towne : or graunt these nacyons Myngled to be , or ioyned in a leage . Thou art hys wyfe : leful be it for the For to attempt hys fansye by request : Passe on before and folowe thee I shall ? Quene Iuno then thus tooke her tale agayne : Thys trauayle be it myne : but by what meane . ( Marke in fewe wordes I shal thee learne eftsones ) Thys woorke in hand maye nowe be compassed . Aeneas nowe , and wretched Dido eke The forest tyll , a huntyng mynde to wende , To morne as soone as Tytan shall ascend , And wyth hys beames hath ouerspred the world . Dum trepidantale . And whyles the raunger doth set the groues about : A cloudy shower myngled wyth hayle Poure downe on them , wyth thunder shake the skyes . The assemble seattered the myst shal cloke . Dido a caue , the Troiane prynce the same Shall enter to : and I wyll be at hand . And yf thy wyll stycke vnto myne : I shall In wedlocke sure knyt , and make her hys owne . Thys shall the maryage be : to whose request Wythout debate Venus dyd seme to graunt . And smyled fast , as she that founde the wyle Then from the seas , the dawnyng gan aryfe . The sunne once vp , the chosen youth gan thrunge Vnto the gates : the hayes so rarely knytte , The huntyng staues wyth theyr broade heades of steele And of masile the horsemen foorth they brake Of sentyng houndes a kenell huge lykewyfe . And at the threshold of her chamber dore , The Cartage Lordes dyd there the Quene awayte . The tramplyng steede wyth gold and purple decht , Chawyng the fomy bytte , there fiercely stoode . Then issued she , backed wyth a great route , Clad in a cloke of Tyre ymbradred ryche Her quyuer hunge behynde her backe , her tresses Wownde vp wyth golde , her purple vestures eke Butned wyth gold , the Troianes of her trayne Before her go , wyth gladsome Iulus . Aeneas eke the goodlyest of the route Makes one of them , and ioyneth close the thronges : Lyke when Apollo leaueth Lycia , Hys wyntryng place , and Xanthus flouddes lykewyse : To vyset Delos hys mothers mansion : The Candians , and folkes of Driopes , And paynted Agathyrsies shoute , and crye : When he walkes vpon mount Cynthus toppe : Hys sparkeled tresses he prest wyth garlandes soft Of tender leaues , and trussed vp in golde : Hys qwyueryng dartes clattering behynde hys backe : So freshe and lusty dyd Aeneas seme : Suche lordly port in countenaunce present . But to the hyls , and wylde holtes when they came : From the rockes topye then dryuen sauage rose , Lo from the hyll aboue to the other syde , Through the wyde landes : whereas there course The hartes lykewyse , in trompes takyng theyr flyght , Raysyng the dust , the mountayne fast forsake . The chyld Iulus , blythe of hys swyft steede Amyds the playne nowe pryckes by them , nowe thes: And to encounter wysheth oft in mynde The fomyng Bore in steede of tymerons beastes : Or Lyon browne myght from the hyll descend . In the meane whyle the heauens gan roumble sore : In tayle thereof , a myngled showre wyth hayle . The Tyrian folke , and eke the Troians youth , And Venus neyhe we the coltage for feare Sought arounde about : the flouddes fell from the hyls . Dido a denne , the Troiane prince lykewyse , Chaunsed vpon . Our mother ( then ) the earth , And Iune that hath charge of maryage , Fyrst tokens gaue with burnyng gleades of flame , And pryuy to the wedlocke lyghtnyng skyes : And the Nymphes wayted from the mountaynes toy . Ayme , this was the formest day of myrthe , And of myshappe the fyrst occasion eke . Respect of fame no longer her wyth helde : But museth how to frame her loue by stelthe . Wedlocke she cals it : vnder which pretence Of that fayre name she cloketh now her faut . Forth with fame flyeth through the great Libian townes : A myschiefe fame , there is none els so swift : That mouing growes , and flytting gathers force : First small for dread , sone after clymes on hye Perecing the earth , and hydes her head in cloudes . Whom our mother the earth , tempted by wrath Of Gods begat : the last syster ( they wryte ) To Caeus , and to Enceladus eke , Spedy of foote , of wynges lykewyse swyft A monster huge , breadful for to tell . For euery plumme , that on her bodystyckes , As many waker eyes lurke vnderneath So many mouthes to speake , and harkenyng eares . By might she flyes amyd the cloudes and skye , Shrykyng by the darke shadowe of the earth , Ne dothe delyne to the swete fleepe her eyes . By day she syttes to see , on the house toppe , Or turrettes hye and the great townes afrayes , Myndefull of yll , and lyes as blastyng truth . Thys menster blythe wyth many a tale gan sowe Thys rumor then into the commons eares : As well thynges done as that was neuer wrought : Aeneas cēmen , sprong of Troian bloude To whom fayre Dido would her selfe be wedde , Innatures luste the wynter for to passe . Regnorum immemores , turpique cupidine captos . Thys in the mouthes , the fylthy Goddes spreddes , And takes her course to kyng Iarbas strayght , Kyndlyng hys mynde , wyth tales she fed his wrath , Gotten he was by Ammon Iupiter Vpon the rauished Garamantida . An hundred temples in hys large realme be buylt , Aulters as many , wyth waker burnyng flame , Awatche alwayes vpon the Gods to attende . Flowers embrused yelded bloud of beastes , And threshold spred wyth garlandes of straunge hue . He wood of mynde , kyndled by bytter bryntes , Afore the aulters , in presence of the Gods , Wyth reared handes gan humbly Ioue entreate , Almyghty God whom the Moores nacion Fed at ryche tables presenteth wyth wyne , Seest thou these thynges , or feare we thee in vayne When thou lettest flye the thunder from the cloudes , Whose flames of fyre wyth vayne noyse vs affraye . A wandryng woman in our coastes hath bought A plot for pryce : where she a vyllage set : To whom we gaue the stronde for to manure , And lawes to rule her towne : our wedlocke lothed , Hath chosed Aeneas to commaunde her realme . That Paris nowe with hys vnmanly sorte , Wyth mytred hattes , wyth oynted bushe and beard , Hys rape enioyeth : whyles to the temples we , Our offrynges bryng , and folowe rumors vayne , Whom praying in suche sorte , and gryping eke The autors fast , the myghty father heard : And wyth hys looke gan thwarte the ryal walles , And louers eke forgettyng theyr good name , To Mercurye then gaue he thus in charge . Hence sonne in hast , and call to thee the wyndes : Slyde wyth thy plumes , and tel the Troiane prynce , That nowe in Cartage loytereth , recklesse Of the townes graunted hym , by desteny : Swyft through the skyes , see thou these wordes reporte . Hys fayre mother behyte hym not to vs Suche one to be : ne therefore hym twyse saued From Greekyshe armes , but Italye to rule , Dreadfull in armes , charged wyth seigniory , Discoueryng hys worthy tencryne race : And vnder lawes , the whole worlde to subdue . If glory of suche thynges nought hym enflame : Ne that he lystes seeke honour by some payne : The towers yet of Rome doth he enuye To yong Ascanus , that is hys father . What myndeth he to frame ? or by what hope In enemyes lande doth he make hys abode ? Ne hys ofspryng in Italy regardes ? Ne yet the land of Lauin doth beholde ? Bid him make saile : haue here the summe : Our messenger thus report . Then Mercury gan , When Ioue had sayd , bend him to obeye Hys myghty fathers wyll : and to hys heeles Hys golden wynges he knittes , whych him transporte : With a lyght wynde aboue the earthe , the seas . His wande he tooke , where wyth he cals from hel Pale gostes : other some also thyther he sendes Comfortles , Whereby he foreceth sleepes , and them bereues , And mortall eyes he closeth vp in death : By power whereof he driues the windes awaye . And passeth eke amyd the the troubled cloudes . And in his flight he ganne descrye the toppe , And the stype flankes of rocky Atlas hyll : That with his shoulders susteines the welkyn vp : Whose head for crowne , with pyne circled alway , Wyth mysty cloudes beaten , with winde and storme : His shoulders spred wyth snowe , and from hys chinns The springes descende : his frosted beard wyth yse . Here Mercury with equall shining winges First touched , and with the body headling bette : To the water thence tooke he hys extent . Like to the foule , that endlong costes and strondes Swarming with fyshe , flyes sweping by the sea : Rushing betwixt the windes and Libian landes From his graundfather by the mothers syde . Cyllenes childe so came , and then alyght Vpon the houses with hys wynged feete . For towers , whereas he Aeneas sawe Foundacions cast , are ryng lodges newe : Gyrt with a swearde of Iasper starry brigh Of Tirian purple honge his shoulders downe Hys shyning pawle of myghty Didos gyft , Strypped throughout wyth a thyn thryd of gold . Thus he encounters hym : Oh careles wyght Both of thy realme , and of thyne owne affayres : A maryed man now dost thou reare the walles Of hygh Cartage , to buylde a goodly towne . From the skyes bryght the ruler of the Gods Sent me to thee , that by hys becke commanndes Both heauen and earth , in hast gaue me charge Through the lyght ayre thys message there to say . Why buyldest thou ? or by what hope thy tyme In idlenes thus wastes in Affrycke lande ? Of so great thynges , if nought the fame thee styrre , Ne lystes by trauayle honour to pursue : Ascanus yet , that waxeth fast beholde , And the hope of Iulus seede thyne heyre : To whom the realme of Italy belonges , And soyle of Rome . When Mercury had sayde : Amyd hys tale farre of from mortall eyes Into lyght ayre , he vanysheth out of syght . Well nere bestraught , vpstarte hys heare for dreade , Amyd hys throte , hys voyce lykewyse gan stycke . For to depart by nyght he longeth now , And the sweete lande to leaue astoyned sore . By the aduyse , and meswage of the Gods What may he do , alas ? or by what woordes Dare he perswade the ragyng Quene in loue ? Or in what sort dare he hys tale begynne ? Nowe here nowe there , hys reckles mynde gan runne , And dyuersly hym drawes discussyng all . After long doutes thys sentence semed best : Anestheus fyrst , and strong Cloanthus eke He cals to hym , wyth sergest vnto whom He gaue in charge hys nauy secretely For to prepare , and drewe to the sea coast , Hys people , and theyr armour to addresse : And for the chaunge of thynges to fayne a seuse , And that he would , when Dido least foreknew , Or dyd suspect , so great a loue coulde breake , Awayte hys tyme to speake thereof most meete : The nearest way to chasten hys entent . Gladly hys wyl , and hyddynges they obey . Ful soone the Quene , thys crafty slyght gan smell , Who can disceyue a louer in forecast ? And fyrst foresawe the mocions for to come , Thynges most assured fearyng : vnto whom That wycked fame reported , how to flyght Was armed the shyppe all redy to auale . Then yll bested of counsell rageth she : And whysketh through the towne like Bachus munite Bacchatur , qualis commotis excita sacris Thias , vbi audito stimulant Trieterica Baccho Orgia , nocturnus que vocat clamore Citheron . At length thus bordes she Aeneas of her selfe . Vnfaythful wyght , to couer suche a flyght , Couldest thou hope vnwyst to leaue my land ? Not thee our loue , nor yet ryght hande betrothed , Ne cruell death of Dido may wyth holde ? But that thou wylt in wynter shyppes prepare , Cruel to trye the seas in boysterous wyndes . What if the land thou seekest , were not straunge , If not vnknowen ? or auncient Troye stoode , In rough seas , yet should Troy towne be sought ? Shunnest thou me : by these teares and ryght hand , ( For nought els haue I wretched left my selfe ) By our spousals , and maryage begone , If I of thee deserued euer well : Or thyng of myne were euer to thee leefe : Rue on thys realme , whose ruine is at hande , I thee bescche : and do away thys mynde . The Lybians and Tirians tyrans of Nomadane For thee me hate : my Tyrians eke are wroth My shame fastnes eke stayned for thy cause , And good renoume , whereby vp to the starres Pereles I came . To whom wylt thou me leaue Redy to dye , my swete guest ? sythe thys name Is all as nowe , that of a spouse remaynes . But whereto nowe should I prolong my death ? To tary tyll my brother Pigmalion Beate downe my walles ? or the Getulyan kyng Iarbas yet captyue leade me awaye ? Before the flyght a chylde had I conceyued ; Or sene a yong Aeneas in my courte To play vp and downe , that dyd present thy face , All vtterly I coulde not seeme forsaken . Thus sayd the Quene : he to the Gods aduyse Vnmoued held hys eyes , and in hys brest Represt hys care , and stroue agaynst hys wyl . These wordes yet at last then forth he cast : Neuer shall I denye ( Quene ) thy desert Greater then thou in wordes may wel expresse : To thynke on thee , ne yrke me aye it shall : Whyles of my selfe I shall haue memory , And whyles the spirit these synowes of myne shall rule , It is not great the thyng that I requyre : Neyther ment I to cloke the same by steith Sclaunder me not , ne to escape by flyght , Nor I to thee pretended maryage : Ne hyther cam to ioyne suche leages . If desteny at myne owne lyberty To leade my lyfe would haue permytted me After my wyl my sorowe to redout : Troy and the remaynder of our folke Restore I should : and wyth these escaped handes , The wailes agayne vnto thee vanquyshed And palace hygh of Priam eke repayre . But nowe Apollo , called Gryneus , And prophecies of Licia wyll me aduyse To lease vpon the realme of Italy , That is my loue , my country , and my land . If Cartage turrettes thee of Phoenis land , And of a Lybian towne the syght deteyne : To vs Trowns why doest thou enuye In Italy to make our resydence ? Lefull it is for vs straunge realmes to seeke . As oft as nyght doth cloke wyth shadowes darks The earth : as oft as flamyng starres apeare : The troubled gost of my father Anchises So oft in sleepe doth me feare , and aduyse . The wronged hede by me of my deare sonne , Whom I defraude of the Hispriane crowne , And landes allotted hym by destenye . The messenger eke of the Gods of late Sent downe from Ioue ( I sweare by eyther hede ) Passyng the ayre , dyd thys to me reporte . In bryght day yght the God my selfe I sawe Entre these walles , and wyth these eares hym heard . Leaue then with plaint , to vexe both the and me . Agaynst my wyll to Italy I go . Whyles in this sorte he dyd hys tale pronounce : Wyth wayward looke she gan hym aye beholde , And rolyng eyes , that moued to and fro : Wyth sylence looke discoursyng ouer all , And forth in rage , at last thus gan she brayde , Faithlesse , forsworne , thy dame ne Goddes was , Nor Dardanus begynner of thy race , But of hard rockes mount Tancase monstrous Bred thee , and teates of Tyger gaue thee sucke . But what should I dyscemble nowe my chere ? Or me reserue to hope of greater thynges ? Myndes he our teares ? or euer moued hys eyen ? Wept he for ruthe ? or pytyed he our loue ? What shal I set before ? or where begynne ? Iuno nor Ioue wyth iust eyes thys beholdes . There is no fayth , no surety to be found . Dyd I not hym throne vp vpon my shore In neede receyue , and fonded foolyshe eke inuest Of halfe my realme ? hys nauy lost , repayre ? From deathes daunger hys felowes eke defende Aime , wyth rage and furyes am I dryue . Apollo nowe , nowe Lycian prophesies , Another whyle the messenger of the Gods . ( He sayes ) sent downe from myghty Ioue hym selfe The dreadfull charge amyd the skyes hath brought . As though that were the trauayle of the Gods , Or such a care theyr quyetnes myght moue . I hold thee not , nor yet gaynesay thy wordes , To Italy passe on by helpe of wyndes , And through the flouds go searche thy kyngdome news If ruthfull Gods haue any power I trust , Amyd the rockes , thy hyre thou shalt fynde , When thou shalt cleape ful oft on Didoes name , Wyth buryal brandes I absent shall thee chase . And when cold death from lyfe these lymmes deuydes , My goste eche where shall styll vpon thee wayte , Thou shalt abye , and I shall here thereof . Among the soules belowe thys brute shall come . Wyth suche lyke wordes she cut of halfe her tale , Wyth pensiue hart abandonyng the lyght : And from hys syght , her selfe gan farre remoue : For sakyng hym : that many thynges in feare Imagened , and dyd prepare to saye . Her swonyng lymmes her damsels gan relcue , And to her chamber bare of marble stone : And layde her on her bed wyth tappettes spred . But iust Aeneas though he dyd desyre , Wyth comfort swete her sorowes to apease : And wyth hys wordes to banyshe al her care : To wayle her muche , wyth great loue ouercome , By the Gods wyl yet woorkes he , and resortes Vnto hys nauy , where the Troianes fast Fel to theyr worke from the shore to vnstocke Hygh charged shyppes : now fleetes the talowed kele , Theyr owers with leaues yet grene from the wod thei bring And mastes vnshaue , for hast to take theyr flyght . You myght haue sene them thrunge out of the towne Lyke Anttes , when they do spoyle the buige of corne : For wynters dread whych they beare to theyr denne : When the blacke swarme créepes ouer al the feldes : And thwarte the gras by strait pathes drags theyr pray , The great graynes them , some on theyr shoulders trusse , Some dryue the troupe , some chastyce eke the flow ? That wyth theyr trauayle chafed is eche pathe . Beholdyng thys , what thought myght Dido haue ? What syghtes gaue she ? when from her towers of hight The large coastes she saw hauted with Troians works , And in her syght the seas wyth dyn confounded . O wytlesse loue , what thyng is that to do A mortall mynde thou canst not force thereto ? Forced she is to teares , and to returne By newe requestes , and yelde the hart to loue , Least she shoulde before her causeles death Leaue any thyng vntryed : O syster Anne Quoth she , beholde the whole coast round about , Howe they prepare assembled euery where . The strayned sayle abydeth but for wynde : The shypmen crowne theyr shyps with bowes for ioye , O syster , yf so great a sorowe I Mystrusted had : it were more lyght to beare . Yet neuerthelesse thys for me a wretched wyght , Anne , shalt thou do : for faythlesse thee alone He reuerenced , and eke hys secretes tolde : The meetest tymes thou knewest to borde the man : To my proude foe , thus syster humbly saye : I wyth the Greekes in the port Aulide Countured not the Troians to destroy : Nor to the walles of Troy yet sent my fleete : Nor cynders of hys father Anchises Disturbed aye out of hys sepulture : Why lettes he not my wordes synke in hys eares ? So harde for to entreate , whyther whurles he ? Thys last bowne yet graunt he hys wretched loue : Prosperous wyndes for to depart wyth ease Let hym abyde : the foresayde maryage nowe , That he betryed , I do not hym requyre : Nor that he should fayre Italy forgo : Neyther I would , he should hys kyngdome leaue : Quyet I aske , and a tyme of delay And respyte eke my furye to asswage Tyl my myshappe teache me al comfortles , How for to wayle my greefe thys latter grace , Syster I craue , haue thou remors of me , Whych if thou shalt vouchsafe , wyth heapes I shall Leaue by my death well rendred vnto thee . Myngled wyth teares , thus wretched gan she playne , Whych Anne reportes , and answer bryng agayne . Nought teares hym moue , ne yet to any wordes He harkens , though that he were myide of kynde , Destenies wythstand , and god stoppes hys meke eares . Lyke to the aged boysterous bodyed oke , Amyd the alpes , which that Nor than windes , Blowyng nowe from thys , now from that quarter blow , Betwyxt them stryue to ouerwhelme wyth blastes , The whystelyng ayre among the braunches rores , Whych al at once bowe to the earth theyr croppes , The stocke once smyt , whyles in the rockes the tree Styckes fast , and looke , how hye to the heauen his toppe Reares vp , as deepe hys roote spreddes downe to hel : So was thys Lord nowe here nowe there beset With words , in whose stout brest wrought many cares , But styll hys mynde in one remaynes , in vayne The teares were shed . Then Dido frayde of fates Wyshed for death , yrketh to see the skyes . And that she myght the rather worke her wyl , And leaue the lyght ( a griesely thyng to tell ) Vpon the aulters burnyng ful of sence . When she set gyftes of sacrifyce , she sawe The holy water stockes waxe blacke wythin , The wyne eke shed , chaunge into fylthy geare , Whych syght to none , not to her syster told . A marble temple in her palice eke , In memory of her old spouse , there stoode , In great honour and worshyppe , whych she helde , With snow white clothes decked , & with bowes of feast , Where oft was heard , her husbandes voyce , and speche Clypping for her , when darke nyght hyd the earth And oft the Owle wyth rufull song complayne , From the house toppe to drawe hys playning tunes And many thynges forespoke by prophetes past Wyth dreadfull warnyng gan her nowe affray : And sterne Aeneas semed in her sleepe To chase her styll about , bestraught in rage : And styl her thought , that she was alone Vnwayted on great vyages to wende . In desert land her Tyrian folkes to seeke . Lyke Pentheus , that in hys madnes sawe Swarmyng in flockes the furyes al of hell : Two sunnes remoue , and Thebes towne shew twaine . Or lyke Orestes Agamemnons sonne : In tragedyes who represented ays Dryuen about , that from hys mother fled , Armed wyth brandes , and eke wyth serpentes blacks : That syttyng sound wythin the temples porche The hugely furyes hys slaughter to reuenge Yelden to wo , when fransye had her caught : Wythin her selfe then gan she wel debate Ful bent to dye the tyme , and eke the meane : And to her wofull syster thus she sayd , In outward cheare , dissemblyng her entent , Presentyng hope vnder semblant glad : Syster reioyce , for I haue founde the waye Hym to returne , or lose me from hys loue . Toward th ende of the great Octian , Where as the Sunne dyscendeth , and declynes : In the extremes of Ethiope is a place , Where huge Atlas doth on hys shoulders turne The sphere so rounde , wyth flamyng starres beset , Borne of masile , I heare should be a nunne Of the Hysperiane systers temple The garden that gyues the Dragon foode That on the tree preserues the holy fruite Wyth hony moyste , and poppey that sleepe prouokes Thys woman doth auaunt , by force of charme What hart she lyst to set at lybextye : And other some to perece wyth heauy cares : In runnyng flood to stoppe the waters course : And eke the starres theyr meuinges to reuerse : The gostes that walke by nyght , eke to assemble : Vnder thy feete , th earth thou shalt behold Tremble and roare , the okes fall from the hyll . The Gods and thee , deare syster , nowe I call In wytnes , and thy heade so sweete : To Magike artes agaynst my wyl I bende . Ryght secretely wythin our inner court , In open ayre reare vp a stake of wood : And hang thereon the weapon of thys man The whych he left wythin my chamber stycke . Hys weedes dyspoyled all , and brydeall bedde , Wherein alas Syster , I founde my bane : Charge thereupon , for so the Nunne commaundes , To do away , what dyd to hym belong : Of that false wyght that myght remembraunce bryng . Then whysted she , the pale her face gan stayne , Ne could yet Anne beleue , her syster ment To cloke her death by thys newe sacryfice : Nor in her brest suche fury dyd conceyue , Neyther doth she nowe dread more greuous thyug , Then folowed Sicheus death : wherefore She put her wyll in vre But the Quene , when thestake was reared vp , Vnder the ayre wythin the inwarde court Wyth clouen oke , and byllettes made of fyrre , Wyth garlandes then , she doth beset the place , And wyth grene bowes eke crowne the funerall . And thereupon hys weedes and sworde forsooke , And on hys bed hys pycture she bestowes : As she that wel foreknewe what was to come . The aulters stande about , and eke the Nunne Wyth sparkeied tresse , the whych three hundred Gods Wyth a loude voyce doth thunder out at once : Erebus the griselye , and Chaos eke , The three folde Goddesse Proserpina , And three faces of Diana the Virgin And spryncles eke the water counterfet Lyke vnto the blacke Auernes lake in hell , And sprynging herbes reaped wyth brasen sythes Were sought after the ryght course of the Moone , Theyr venim blacke intermyngled wyth mylke The lumpe of fleshe twene the newe borne foles eyes To reue , that wynneth from the damme her loue . She wyth the Mole all in her handes deuout Stoode neare the aulter , bare of the one foote , Wyth vesture loose , the bandes vnlased all : Bent for to dye , cals the Gods to recorde , And gyity starres eke of her destenye . And yf there were any God that had care Of louers vnequall in behest : Hym she requiers of iustice to remember . It was then nyght , the sounde and quyet sleepe Had through the earth the wearyed bodyes caught , The woods , the ragyng seas were fallen to rest , When that the starres had halfe theyr course declyned , The feldes whyst , beastes , and fowles of dyuers hue , And what so that in the brode longes remaynde , Or yet amonge the bushye thickes of brfar , Layde downe to slepe by silens of that nyght Gan swage theyr cares , myndles of trauailes pas Not so the spiryt of thys Phenysian : Vnhappy she , that on no slepe could chaunce : Nor yet myght rest in eye , nor brest could entre , Her cares redoble : loue ryse and rage agayne , And ouerflowes wyth swelling stormes of wrath . Thus thynkes she then , thys roles she in her mynde . What shal I do ? shal I nowe beare the scorne For to assaye myne old woers agayne ? And humbly yet a nunned spouse requyre ? Whose maryage I haue so oft dysdeyned ? The Troian nauy , and Teucryne vyle commaundes Folow shal I ? as though it should auayle , That whylom by my helpe they were releued : Or for because wyth kynde , and myndefull folke Ryght well dothe syt the passed thankfull dede : Who would me suffer ? ( admyt thys were my wyl ) Or scorned me to theyr proude shyppes receyue ? Oh , wo begone : full lytle doest thou wotte . Or smell the broken othes of Laomedons kynde . What then ? alone on mery Maryners Shal I wayte ? or borde them wyth my power : Of Tyryans assembled me about , And suche as I wyth trauayle brought from Tyre , Dryue to the seas , and force them fayle agayne ? But rather dye , euen as thou hast deserued : And to thys we wyth Ire gyue thou ende . And thou syster vanquyshed wyth my teares , Thou in my rage with al the myschiefe fyrst Dyd burden me , and wyshe me to my foe , Was it not graunted me from spousals free , Lyke to wylde beastes , to lyue wythout offence● Wythout taste of suche cares ? is there no fayth , Reserued to the sinders of Sycheus ? Such great complaynt brake forthe out of hyr brest : Whyles that Aeneas certayne to depart , All thynges prepared , slept in the poupe on bygh . To whom in sleepe the wounted God heades forme Gan aye apeare , retournyng in lyke shape As semed hym : and gan hym thus aduyse : Lyke vnto Mercury in voyce , and hue , Wyth yellowe bushe , and comelye lymmes of youth . O Goddesse sonne , in suche case canst thou sleepe ? Ne yet be straught the daungers doest foresee , That copasse thee ? nor hearest the fayre wyndes blow : Dido in mynde roles vengeaunce and deceyte , Certayne of death , swelles wyth ●…ble Ire . Wylt thou not flye , whyle , thou h●… tyme of flyght ? Straight shalt tho 〈…〉 ouered wyth sayles The blasyng brondes ●he shore staid all wyth flame : And yf the morow 〈…〉 the here : Come of , haue 〈…〉 on syde , Ful of chaun〈…〉 en be alway . Thys 〈…〉 nyght he gan hym hyde . 〈…〉 sodayne vysion A●…rad starts vp from hys sleepe in hast , 〈◊〉 vp hys feeres awake get vp my men , Aborde your shyppes , and hoyse vp sayle wyth speede , 〈◊〉 God me wylles sent from Ioue agayne ) To hast my flyght , and wrythen cables cut . Oh holy God , what so thou art we shal Folowe thee , and all blyth obey thy wyll : Be at out hand , and friendly vs asyst : Adresse the starres wyth prosperous influence . And wyth that woord hys glysteryng sword vnshethes , Wyth whych drawen he the cables cut in twayne . The lyke desyre the rest embraced all , All shyng in hast they wrest , and forth they whurle , The shores they leaue , wyth shyppes the scas are spred , Cuttyng the some , by the blewe seas they sweepe . Aurora nowe from Titans purpie bedde , Wyth newe day lyght hath ouerspred the earth , When by her wyndowes the Quene the crekyng days Aspyed , and the nauy wyth splayed sayles departe The fhore , and eke the porte of vessels voyde . Her comely brest three or foure tymes she smote Wyth her owne hande , and toare her golden tresse . Oh Ioue ( quoth she ) shall he hence thus depart A straunger thus , and scorne our kyngdome so ? Shal not my men do on theyr armour prest ? And eke pursue them throughout al the towne ? And out of the rode soone shall the vessell warpe . Haste on , cast flame , hoyse sayle , and welde your owers . What sayde I ? but where am I ? what fransy Alters thy mynde , vnhappy Dido ? now Hath thee beset a froward desteny . Then it behoued , when thou wyth hym deuydedst The seepture loe , hys fayth , and hys ryght hand , That leades wyth hym ( they say ) hys countrey goodes ? That on hys backe hys aged father bore , Hys body myght I not haue caught and rent ? And in the seas drenched hym , and his feeres ? And from Ascanus hys lyfe wyth Iron rest ? And set hym on hys fathers borde for meate ? Of suche debate perchaunce the fortune myght Haue bene doutfull , woulde God it were assayed , Whom shoulde I feare ? syths I my selfe must dye . Myght I haue throwen into that nauy brandes , And fylled eke theyr deckes wyth flamyng fyre , The father , sonne , and all theyr nation Destroyed , and fall my selfe there ouerall . Sunne wyth thy beames , that mortall workes discryes , And thou Iuno , that well these trauayles knowes , Proserpyne thou , vpon whom folke do vse To houle , and call in forked wayes by nyght , Infernall furyes eke , ye wreakers of wrong , And Didos Gods , who standes at poynt of death , Receyue these wordes , and eke your heauy power Wythdra we from me , that wycked folke deserue , And our request accept , we you beseche . If so that yonder wycked head must needes Recouer porte , and sayle to lande of force , And if Ioues wyll haue so resolued , And suche end hath set as no wyght can foredoe , Yet at the least asayled mought he be Wyth armes , and warres of hardy nations , From the bowndes of hys kyngdome farre eryled , Iulus eke rauyshed out of hys armes , Dryuen to call for helpe , that he may see The gyltles corpses of hys folke lye dead . And after hard condicions of peace , Hys realme , nor lyfe desyred may he brooke : But fall before hys tyme vnburyed amyd the sandes . Thys I requyre , these wordes wyth bloud I shedde . And Tyrians , ye hys stocke and all hys race Pursue wyth hate , rewarde our fynders foe , No loue nor leage , betwyxt our peoples be . And of our bones , some wreaker maye there spryng , Wyth sworde and flame that Troians maye pursue , Now from hencefoorth when power may stretche , Our costes to them contrary be they for aye , I craue of God , and our streames to theyr fluddes , Armes vnto armes , and of spryng of eche rate . Thys sayde , her mynde she wrythed ouer al sydes , Seekyng wyth speede to ende thys irkesome lyfe . To Sicheus nurse Barcen then briefely thus she sayde : For hers at home in ashes dyd remayne . Call vnto me deare nurse my syster Anne : Byd her , in hast in water of the fludde She sprynckle the body , and bryng the beastes , And purgyng sacrifice , I dyd her shewe : So let her come : and thou thy temples bynde Wyth sacred garlandes , for the sacrefyce , That I to Pluto haue begonne my mynde , Is to reforme , and geue ende to these cares : And Troian statue throwe into the flame . When she had sayde : redouble gan her nurse Her steppes , forth on an aged womans trotte , But tremblyng Dido al egerly now bent Vpon her sterne determination , Her bloud shot eyes rolyng wythin her head : Her quyueryng cheekes flecked wyth deadly stayne , Both pale and wan , to thynke on death to come , Into the inward wardes of her palace She rusheth in : and clam vp as bestraught The buryal stacke : and drewe the Troian sweard Her gyft sometyme , but ment to no suche vse . Where when she saw hys weede , and wel knowen bed , Wepyng a whyle , in study gan she stay , Fell on the bedde , and these last wordes she sayd . Swete spoyles , whyles God and desteny dyd permytte , Receyue thys spirit , and ryd me of these cares . I lyued and ranue the course , fortune dyd graunt , And vnder earth my great gost now shall wende A goodly towne I buylte , and saw my walles : Happy , alas to happy , if these costes The Troian shyppes had neuer touched aye . Thys sayd , she layd her mouth close to the bed : Why then ( quoth she ) vnwroken shal we dye ? But let vs dye for thus , and in thys sorte It lyketh vs to seeke the shadowes darke . And from the seas the cruell Troian eyes Shall well decerne thys flame , and take wyth hym Eke these vnlucky tokens of my death . As she had sayd , her damsell myght perceyue Her wyth these wordes fal peresed on the sworde , The bolyng bloud wyth gore and handes embrued . The clamor rang vnto the pallace toppe , The brute ranne throughout al th astoyned towne : Wyth waylyng great , and womens lamentyng . The roofes gan roare , the ayre resound wyth playnt As though Cartage , or auncient towne of Tyre Wyth prease of entred enemyes swarmeo full : Or when the rage of furyous flame doth take The temples toppes , and mansions eke of men . Her syster Anne , spryteles for dread to heare Thys fearefull sturre , wyth nayles gan teare her face , She smote her breast , and russhed through the route : And dyeng thus she cleapes her by her name : Syster , for thys dyd you wyth craft me bouroe ? The stake , the flame , the auters breede they thys ? What shal I fyrst complayne , forsaken wyght ? Lothest thou in death thy systers felowshyp ? Thou should haue called me to lyke desteny : One wo , one sworde , one houre mought ende vs bothe . Thys funerall stake buylt I wyth these handes , Or wyth thys voyce cleaped our natyue Gods As cruel for to absent me from thy death ? Dystroyed thou hast ( syster ) both thee and me , Thy people eke , and prynces borne at Tyre , Geue , here I shall wyth water washe her woundes : And sucke wyth mouthe her breath , if ought be left . Thys sayd , vnto the hyghe degrees she mounted , Embrasyng fast her syster nowe halfe dead : Wyth waylefull playnt , whom in her lap she layd The blacke swarte geare wyping dry wyth her clothes . But Dido straue for to lyft vp agayne Her heauy eyen , and hath no power thereto : Deepe vnder her brest , the fyxed wound doth gape . Thryse leanyng on her elbowe gan she rayse Her selfe vpwarde : and thryse she ouerthrewe Vpon the bedde : rangyng wyth wandryng eyes The skyes for lyght : and wept when she it found . Almyghty Iuno hauyng ruthe by thys Of her long paynes , and eke her lyngryng death , From heauen she sent the Goddesse Iris downe , The thrallyng spiryte , and ioynted lymmes to loose . For that neyther by lot of desteny , Nor yet by naturall death she peryshed : But wretchedly before her fatal daye , And kyndled wyth a sodayne rage of flame : Proserpyne had not yet from her head berefte The golden heare : nor iudged her to hell . The dewye Iris thus wyth golden wynges , A thousand hues shewyng agaynst the sunne , Amyd the skyes then dyd she flye adowne : On Didos heade , where as she gan alyght , Thys heare ( quoth she ) to Pluto consecrate . Commaunded I bereue , and eke thy spirite vnloose From thys body : and when she had thus sayd , With her right hand she cut the heare in twayne : And therewyth al the naturall heate gan quenches And into wynde the lyfe foorth wyth resolue . FINIS .