They whisted all, with fixed face attent, When Prince AEneas from the royal seat Thus gan to speak: "O Queen, it is thy will I should renew a woe cannot be told, How that the Greeks did spoil and overthrow The Phrygian wealth and wailful realm of Troy, Those ruthful things that I myself beheld, And whereof no small part fell to my share, Which to express, who could refrain from tears? What Myrmidon? or yet what Dolopes? What stern Ulysses' waged soldier? And lo, moist night now from the welkin falls, And stars declining counsel us to rest. But since so great is thy delight to hear Of our mishaps, and Troye's last decay, Though to record the same my mind abhors And plaint eschews, yet thus will I begin. The Greeks' chieftains, all irked with the war Wherein they wasted had so many years, And oft repulsed by fatal destiny, A huge horse made, high raised like a hill, By the divine science of Minerva; Of cloven fir compacted were his ribs; For their return a feigned sacrifice, The fame whereof so wandered it at point. In the dark bulk they closed bodies of men Chosen by lot, and did enstuff by stealth The hollow womb with armed soldiers. There stands in sight an isle hight Tenedon, Rich and of fame while Priam's kingdom stood, Now but a bay, and road unsure for ship. Hither them secretly the Greeks withdrew, Shrouding themselves under the desert shore. And, weening we they had been fled and gone, And with that wind had fet the land of Greece, Troye discharged her long continued dole. The gates cast up, we issued out to play, The Greekish camp desirous to behold, The places void and the forsaken coasts. Here Pyrrhus' band, there fierce Achilles' pight, Here rode their ships, there did their battles join. Astonied, some the scatheful gift beheld, Behight by vow unto the chaste Minerve, All wond'ring at the hugeness of the horse. And first of all Timoetes gan advise Within the walls to lead and draw the same, And place it eke amid the palace court: Whether of guile or Troye's fate it would Capys, with some of judgment more discreet, Willed it to drown, or underset with flame The suspect present of the Greek's deceit, Or bore and gauge the hollow caves uncouth. So diverse ran the giddy people's mind. Lo, foremost of a rout that followed him, Kindled Laocoon hasted from the tower, Crying far off, 'O wretched citizens, What so great kind of frenzy fretteth you? Deem ye the Greeks our enemies to be gone? Or any Greekish gifts can you suppose Devoid of guile? Is so Ulysses known? Either the Greeks are in this timber hid, Or this an engine is to annoy our walls, To view our towers, and overwhelm our town. Here lurks some craft. Good Troyans, give no trust Unto this horse, for whatsoever it be, I dread the Greeks, yea, when they offer gifts.' And with that word, with all his force a dart He lanced then into that crooked womb, Which trembling stuck, and shook within the side, Wherewith the caves gan hollowly resound. And but for fates, and for our blind forecast, The Greeks' device and guile had he descried, Troy yet had stand, and Priam's towers so high. Therewith behold, whereas the Phrygian herds Brought to the king with clamor, all unknown A youngman, bound his hands behind his back, Who willingly had yeldon prisoner To frame his guile and open Troye's gates Unto the Greeks, with courage fully bent And mind determined either of the twain, To work his feat, or willing yield to death. Near him, to gaze, the Troyan youth gan flock, And strave who most might at the captive scorn. The Greeks' deceit behold, and by one proof Imagine all the rest. For in the preasse as he unarmed stood, With troubled cheer, and Phrygian routs beset, 'Alas,' quod he, 'what earth now or what seas May me receive? Caitiff, what rests me now? For whom in Greece doth no abode remain. The Trojans eke offended seek to wreak Their heinous wrath with shedding of my blood.' With this regret our hearts from rancor moved. The bruit appeased, we asked him of his birth, What news he brought, what hope made him to yield. Then he, all dread removed, thus began: 'O king, I shall, whatever me betide, Say but the truth: ne first will me deny A Grecian born, for though fortune hath made Sinon a wretch, she can not make him false. If ever came unto your ears the name, Nobled by fame, of the sage Palamede, Whom trait'rously the Greeks condemned to die, Guiltless, by wrongful doom, for that he did Dissuade the wars; whose death they now lament; Underneath him my father, bare of wealth, Into his band young, and near of his blood, In my prime years unto the war me sent. While that by fate his state in stay did stand, And when his realm did flourish by advice, Of glory, then, we bare some fame and bruit. But since his death by false Ulysses' sleight (I speak of things to all men well beknown), A dreary life in doleful plaint I led, Repining at my guiltless friend's mischance. Ne could I, fool, refrain my tongue from threats, That if my chance were ever to return Victor to Arge, to follow my revenge. With such sharp words procured I great hate. Here sprang my harm. Ulysses ever sith With new found crimes began me to affray. In common ears false rumors gan he sow. Weapons of wreak his guilty mind gan seek, Ne rested aye till he by Calchas mean -- But whereunto these thankless tales in vain Do I rehearse, and linger forth the time, In like estate if all the Greeks ye price? It is enough ye here rid me at once. Ulysses, Lord, how he would this rejoice! Yea, and either Atride would buy it dear.' This kindled us more eager to inquire, And to demand the cause, without suspect Of so great mischief thereby to ensue, Or of Greeks' craft. He then with forged words And quivering limbs thus took his tale again: 'The Greeks oft times intended their return From Troye town, with long wars all ytired, For to dislodge: which would God they had done! But oft the winter storms of raging seas, And oft the boisteous winds did them to stay; And chiefly when of clinched ribs of fire This horse was made, the storms roared in the air. Then we in doubt to Phoebus' temple sent Euripilus, to weet the prophesy. From whence he brought these woeful news again: "With blood, O Greeks, and slaughter of a maid, Ye pleased the winds, when first ye came to Troy. With blood likewise ye must seek your return. A Greekish soul must off'red be therefore." 'But when this sound had pierced the people's ears, With sudden fear astonied were their minds; The chilling cold did overrun their bones, To whom that fate was shaped, whom Phoebus would. Ulysses then amid the preasse brings in Calchas with noise, and willed him to discuss The gods' intent. Then some gan deem to me The cruel wreck of him that framed the craft, Foreseeing secretly what would ensue. In silence then, yshrouding him from sight, But days twice five he whisted, and refused To death, by speech, to further any wight. At last, as forced by false Ulysses' cry, Of purpose he brake forth, assigning me To the altar; whereto they granted all; And that that erst each one dread to himself Returned all unto my wretched death. And now at hand drew near the woeful day, All things prepared wherewith to offer me, Salt, corn, fillets my temples for to bind. I scaped the death, I grant, and brake the bands, And lurked in a marrise all the night, Among the ooze, while they did set their sails; If it be so that they indeed so did. Now rests no hope my native land to see, My children dear, nor long desired sire, On whom perchance they shall wreak my escape: Those harmless wights shall for my fault be slain. 'Then, by the gods, to whom all truth is known, By faith unfilled, if any anywhere With mortal folk remains, I thee beseech, O king, thereby rue on my travail great: Pity a wretch that guiltless suff'reth wrong.' Life to these tears, with pardon eke, we grant. And Priam first himself commands to loose His gyves, his bands, and friendly to him said: 'Whoso thou art, learn to forget the Greeks. Henceforth be ours; and answer me with truth. Whereto was wrought the mass of this huge horse? Whose the device? and whereto should it tend? What holy vow? or engine for the wars?' Then he, instruct with wiles and Greekish craft, His loosed hands lift upward to the stars: 'Ye everlasting lamps, I testify, Whose power divine may not be violate, Th' altar and sword,' quod he, 'that I have scaped, Ye sacred bands I wore as yelden host, Lawful be it for me to break mine oath To Greeks; lawful to hate their nation; Lawful be it to sparkle in the air Their secrets all, whatso they keep in close: For free am I from Greece and from their laws. So be it Troy, and saved by me from scathe, Keep faith with me and stand to thy behest, If I speak truth, and opening things of weight For grant of life requite thee large amends. 'The Greeks' whole hope of undertaken war In Pallas' help consisted evermore. But sith the time that wicked Diomede, Ulysses eke, that forger of all guile, Aventured from the holy sacred fane For to bereave dame Pallas' fatal form, And slew the watches of the chiefest tower, And then away the holy statue stole, That were so bold with hands imbrued in blood, The virgin goddess veils for to defile: Sith that, their hope gan fail, their hope to fall, Their power appear, their goddess grace withdraw; Which with no doubtful signs she did declare. Scarce was the statue to our tents ybrought, But she gan stare with sparkled eyes of flame; Along her limbs the salt sweat trickled down; Yea, thrice herself (a hideous thing to tell) In glances bright she glittered from the ground, Holding in hand her targe and quivering spear. Calchas by sea then bad us haste our flight, Whose engines might not break the walls of Troy, Unless at Greece they would renew their lots, Restore the god that they by sea had brought In warped keels. To Arge sith they be come, They pease their gods and war afresh prepare, And cross the seas unlooked for eftsoons They will return. This order Calchas set. 'This figure made they for th' aggrieved god In Pallas' stead, to cleanse their heinous fault. Which mass he willed to be reared high Towards the skies, and ribbed all with oak, So that your gates ne wall might it receive; Ne yet your people might defensed be By the good zeal of old devotion. For if your hands did Pallas' gift defile, To Priam's realm great mischief should befall: Which fate the gods first on himself return! But had your own hands brought it in your town, Asia should pass and carry offered war In Greece, even to the walls of Pelops' town, And we and ours that destiny endure.' By suchlike wiles of Sinon, the forsworn, His tale with us did purchase credit; some Trapped by deceit, some forced by his tears, Whom neither Diomede nor great Achille, Nor ten years war, ne a thousand sail could daunt. Us caitiffs then a far more dreadful chance Befell, that troubled our unarmed breasts. Whiles Laocoon, that chosen was by lot Neptunus' priest, did sacrifice a bull Before the holy altar, suddenly From Tenedon, behold, in circles great By the calm seas come fleeting adders twain Which plied towards the shore (I loathe to tell) With reared breast lift up above the seas, Whose bloody crests aloft the waves were seen. The hinder part swam hidden in the flood; Their grisly backs were linked manifold. With sound of broken waves they gat the strand, With glowing eyen, tainted with blood and fire; Whose waltring tongues did lick their hissing mouths. We fled away, our face the blood forsook. But they with gait direct to Lacon ran. And first of all each serpent doth enwrap The bodies small of his two tender sons, Whose wretched limbs they bit, and fed thereon. Then raught they him, who had his weapon caught To rescue them; twice winding him about, With folded knots and circled tails, his waist. Their scaled backs did compass twice his neck, With reared heads aloft and stretched throats. He with his hands strave to unloose the knots; Whose sacred fillets all besprinkled were With filth of gory blood and venom rank. And to the stars such dreadful shouts he sent, Like to the sound the roaring bull forth lows Which from the altar wounded doth astart, The swerving ax when he shakes from his neck. The serpents twain with hasted trail they glide To Pallas' temple and her towers of height; Under the feet of which the goddess stern, Hidden behind her target's boss, they crept. New gripes of dread then pierce our trembling breasts. They said Lacon's deserts had dearly bought His heinous deed, that pierced had with steel The sacred bulk, and thrown the wicked lance. The people cried with sundry greeing shouts To bring the horse to Pallas' temple blive, In hope thereby the goddess' wrath t' appease. We cleft the walls and closures of the town, Whereto all help, and underset the feet With sliding rolls, and bound his neck with ropes. This fatal gin thus overclamb our walls, Stuffed with armed men, about the which there ran Children and maids that holy carols sang; And well were they whose hands might touch the cords. With threat'ning cheer thus slided through our town The subtile tree to Pallas' temple-ward. O native land! Ilion! and of the gods The mansion place! O warlike walls of Troy! Four times it stopped in th' entry of our gate, Four times the harness clatt'red in the womb. But we go on, unsound of memory, And blinded eke by rage persever still. This fatal monster in the fane we place. Cassandra then, inspired with Phoebus' sprite, Her prophet's lips, yet never of us 'lieved, Disclosed eft, forespeaking things to come. We wretches, lo, that last day of our life, With boughs of feast the town and temples deck. With this the sky gan whirl about the sphere; The cloudy night gan thicken from the sea, With mantles spread that cloaked earth and skies And eke the treason of the Greekish guile. The watchmen lay dispersed, to take their rest, Whose wearied limbs sound sleep had then oppressed. When well in order comes the Grecian fleet From Tenedon, toward the coasts well known, By friendly silence of the quiet moon. When the king's ship put forth his mark of fire, Sinon, preserved by froward destiny, Let forth the Greeks enclosed in the womb; The closures eke of pine by stealth unpined Whereby the Greeks restored were to air, With joy down hasting from the hollow tree. With cords let down did slide unto the ground The great captains: Sthenel, and Thessander, The fierce Ulysses, Athamas, and Thoas, Machaon first, and then King Menelae, Epeus eke that did the engine forge; And straight invade the town yburied then With wine and sleep. And first the watch is slain, Then gates unfold to let their fellows in: They join themselves with the conjured bands. It was the time when, granted from the gods, The first sleep creeps most sweet in weary folk. Lo, in my dream before mine eyes, methought, With rueful cheer I saw where Hector stood: Out of whose eyes there gushed streams of tears, Drawn at a cart as he of late had be, Distained with bloody dust, whose feet were bowln With the straight cords wherewith they haled him. Ay me, what one! that Hector how unlike, Which erst returned clad with Achilles' spoils, Or when he threw into the Greekish ships The Trojan flame! so was his beard defiled, His crisped locks all clust'red with his blood, With all such wounds as many he received About the walls of that his native town. Whom frankly thus, methought, I spake unto, With bitter tears and doleful deadly voice: 'O Troyan light! O only hope of thine! What lets so long thee staid? or from what coasts, Our most desired Hector, dost thou come? Whom, after slaughter of thy many friends, And travail of thy people and thy town, All-wearied, lord, how gladly we behold! What sorry chance hath stained thy lively face? Or why see I these wounds, alas so wide?' He answered nought, nor in my vain demands Abode, but from the bottom of his breast Sighing he said: 'Flee, flee, O goddess' son, And save thee from the fury of this flame. Our en'mies now are masters of the walls, And Troye town now falleth from the top. Sufficeth that is done for Priam's reign. If force might serve to succor Troye town, This right hand well mought have been her defense. But Troye now commendeth to thy charge Her holy reliques and her privy gods. Them join to thee, as fellows of thy fate. Large walls rear thou for them: for so thou shalt, After time spent in th' overwand'red flood.' This said, he brought forth Vesta in his hands, Her fillets eke, and everlasting flame. In this meanwhile, with diverse plaint the town Throughout was spread; and louder more and more The din resouned, with rattling of arms (Although mine old father Anchises' house Removed stood, with shadow hid of trees). I waked; therewith to the house top I clamb, And hark'ning stood I: like as when the flame Lights in the corn by drift of boisteous wind, Or the swift stream that driveth from the hill Roots up the fields and presseth the ripe corn And plowed ground, and overwhelms the grove, The silly herdman all astonied stands, From the high rock while he doth hear the sound. Then the Greeks' faith, then their deceit appeared. Of Deiphobus the palace large and great Fell to the ground, all overspread with flash; His next neighbor Ucalegon afire: The Sygean seas did glister all with flame, Upsprang the cry of men and trumpets' blast. Then, as distraught, I did my armor on, Ne could I tell yet whereto arms availed. But with our feres to throng out from the preasse Toward the tower our hearts brent with desire. Wrath pricked us forth, and unto us it seemed A seemly thing to die armed in the field. Wherewith Panthus, scaped from the Greekish darts, Otreus' son, Phoebus' priest, brought in hand The sacred reliques and the vanquished gods, And in his hand his little nephew led; And thus, as frantic, to our gates he ran. 'Panthus,' quod I, 'in what estate stand we? Or for refuge what fortress shall we take?' Scarse spake I this when wailing thus he said: 'The later day and fate of Troye is come, The which no plaint or prayer may avail. Troyans we were, and Troye was sometime, And of great fame the Teucrian glory erst: Fierce Jove to Greece hath now transposed all. The Greeks are lords over this fired town. Yonder huge horse that stands amid our walls Sheds armed men, and Sinon, victor now, With scorn of us doth set all things on flame. And rushed in at our unfolded gates Are thousands moe than ever came from Greece. And some with weapons watch the narrow streets, With bright swords drawn, to slaughter ready bent. And scarce the watches of the gate began Them to defend, and with blind fight resist.' Through Panthus' words and lightning of the gods Amid the flame and arms ran I in preasse, As fury guided me, and where as I had heard The cry greatest that made the air resound. Into our band then fell old Epytus, And Ripheus, that met us by moonlight; Dymas and Hypanis joining to our side, With young Corobus, Mygdonius' son, Which in those days at Troye did arrive Burning with rage of dame Cassandra's love, In Priam's aid and rescue of his town. Unhappy he, that would no credit give Unto his spouse's words of prophecy. Whom when I saw assembled in such wise So desperately the battle to desire, Then furthermore thus said I unto them: 'O ye young men, of courage stout in vain, For naught ye strive to save the burning town. What cruel fortune hath betid, ye see. The gods out of the temples all are fled, Through whose might long this empire was maintained; Their altars eke are left both waste and void. But if your will be bent with me to prove That uttermost that now may us befall Then let us die, and run amid our foes. To vanquished folk despair is only hope.' With this the young men's courage did increase, And through the dark, like to the ravening wolves Whom raging fury of their empty maws Drives from their den, leaving with hungry throats Their whelps behind, among our foes we ran, Upon their swords, unto apparent death; Holding alway the chief street of the town, Covered with the close shadows of the night. Who can express the slaughter of that night, Or tell the number of the corpses slain, Or can in tears bewail them worthily? The ancient famous city falleth down, That many years did hold such seignory. With senseless bodies every street is spread, Each palace, and sacred porch of the gods. Nor yet alone the Troyan blood was shed. Manhood ofttimes into the vanquished breast Returns, whereby some victors Greeks are slain. Cruel complaints and terror everywhere, And plenty of grisly pictures of death. And first with us Androgeus there met, Fellowed with a swarming rout of Greeks, Deeming us, unware, of that fellowship. With friendly words whom thus he called unto: 'Haste ye, my friends! what sloth hath tarried you? Your feres now sack and spoil the burning Troy. From the tall ships are ye but newly come?' When he had said, and heard no answer made To him again, whereto he might give trust, Finding himself chanced amid his foes, Mazed he withdrew his foot back with his word. Like him that wand'ring in the bushes thick Treads on the adder with his reckless foot, Reared for wrath, swelling her speckled neck, Dismayed, gives back all suddenly for fear: Androgeus so, feared of that sight, stepped back. And we gan rush amid the thickest rout, When here and there we did them overthrow, Stricken with dread, unskillful of the place. Our first labor thus lucked well with us. Corobus then, encouraged by his chance, Rejoicing said: 'Hold forth the way of health, My feres, that hap and manhood hath us taught. Change we our shields; the Greeks' arms do we on. Craft or manhood with foes, what recks it which? The slain to us their armor they shall yield.' And with that word Androgeus' crested helm And the rich arms of his shield did he on; A Greekish sword he girded by his side. Like gladly Dymas and Ripheus did. The whole youth gan them clad in the new spoils. Mingled with Greeks, for no good luck to us, We went, and gave many onsets that night, And many a Greek we sent to Pluto's court. Other there fled and hasted to their ships, And to their coasts of safeguard ran again. And some there were, for shameful cowardry, Clamb up again unto the hugy horse, And did them hide in his well knowen womb. Ay me, bootless it is for any wight To hope on aught against will of the gods. Lo, where Cassandra, Priam's daughter dear, From Pallas' church was drawn with sparkled tress, Lifting in vain her flaming eyen to heaven: Her eyen, for fast her tender wrists were bound. Which sight Corobus raging could not bear, Reckless of death, but thrust amid the throng, And after we through thickest of the swords. Here were we first ybatt'red with the darts Of our own feres, from the high temple's top; Whereby of us great slaughter did ensue, Mistaken by our Greekish arms and crests. Then flocked the Greeks moved with wrath and ire Of the virgin from them so rescued: The fell Ajax, and either Atrides, And the great band cleped the Dolopes. As wrestling winds, out of dispersed whirl, Befight themselves, the west with southern blast, And gladsome east proud of Aurora's horse; The woods do whiz and foamy Nereus, Raging in fury, with threeforked mace From bottom's depth doth welter up the seas: So came the Greeks. And such, as by deceit We sparkled erst in shadow of the night, And drave about our town, appeared first. Our feigned shields and weapons then they found, And by sound our discording voice they knew. We went to wreck, with number overlaid. And by the hand of Peneleus first Corobus fell before the altar dead Of armed Pallas, and Ripheus eke, The justest man among the Trojans all, And he that best observed equity. But otherwise it pleased now the gods. There Hypanis and Dymas both were slain, Throughpierced with the weapons of their feres. Nor thee, Panthus, when thou wast overthrown, Pity, nor zeal of good devotion, Nor habit yet of Phoebus hid from scathe. Ye Troyan ashes, and last flames of mine, I call in witness, that at your last fall I fled no stroke of any Greekish sword, And if the fates would I had fallen in fight, That with my hand I did deserve it well. With this from thence I was recoiled back, With Epytus and Pelias alone; Epytus weak and feeble all for age, Pelias lamed by Ulysses' hand. To Priam's palace cry did call us then. Here was the fight right hideous to behold, As though there had no battle been but there, Or slaughter made elsewhere throughout the town. A fight of rage and fury there we saw. The Greeks toward the palace rushed fast, And, covered with engines, the gates beset, And reared up ladders against the walls; Under the windows scaling by their steps, Fenced with shields in their left hands, whereon They did receive the darts, while their right hands Gripped for hold th' embattle of the wall. The Troyans on the t' other part rend down The turrets high and eke the palace roof: With such weapons they shope them to defend, Seeing all lost, now at the point of death. The gilt spars and the beams then threw they down, Of old fathers the proud and royal works. And with drawn swords some did beset the gates, Which they did watch, and keep in routs full thick. Our sprites restored to rescue the king's house, To help them, and to give the vanquished strength. A postern with a blind wicket there was, A common trade to pass through Priam's-house, On the backside whereof waste houses stood: Which way eftsithes, while that our kingdom dured, Th' infortunate Andromache alone Resorted to the parents of her make, With young Astyanax, his grandsire to see. Here passed I up to the highest tower, From whence the wretched Troyans did throw down Darts, spent in waste. Unto a turret then We stepped, the which stood in a place aloft, The top whereof did reach wellnear the stars, Where we were wont all Troye to behold, The Greekish navy, and their tents also. With instruments of iron gan we pick, To seek where we might find the joining shrunk; From that high seat which we razed and threw down: Which falling gave forthwith a rushing sound, And large in breadth on Greekish routs it light. But soon another sort stepped in their stead; No stone unthrown, nor yet no dart uncast. Before the gate stood Pyrrhus in the porch Rejoicing in his darts, with glitt'ring arms; Like to the adder with venomous herbs fed, Whom cold winter all bolne hid under ground, And shining bright, when she her slough had slung, Her slipper back doth roll, with forked tongue And raised breast lift up against the sun. With that together came great Periphas; Automedon eke, that guided had sometime Achilles' horse, now Pyrrhus' armor bare; And eke with him the warlike Scyrian youth Assailed the house, and threw flame to the top. And he an ax before the foremost raught, Wherewith he gan the strong gates hew and break; From whence he beat the staples out of brass, He brake the bars, and through the timber pierced So large a hole whereby they might discern The house, the court, the secret chambers eke Of Priamus and ancient kings of Troy, And armed foes in th' entry of the gate. But the palace within confounded was With wailing, and with rueful shrieks and cries; The hollow halls did howl of women's plaint. The clamor strake up to the golden stars. The frayed mothers, wand'ring through the wide house, Embracing pillars, did them hold and kiss. Pyrrhus assaileth with his father's might, Whom the closures ne keepers might hold out. With often pushed ram the gate did shake; The posts beat down, removed from their hooks. By force they made the way, and th' entry brake. And now the Greeks let in, the foremost slew, And the large palace with soldiers gan to fill. Not so fiercely doth overflow the fields The foaming flood, that breaks out of his banks, Whose rage of waters bears away what heaps Stand in his way, the coats, and eke the herds, As in th' entry of slaughter furious I saw Pyrrhus and either Atrides. There Hecuba I saw, with a hundred moe Of her sons' wives, and Priam at the altar, Sprinkling with blood his flame of sacrifice. Fifty bedchambers of his children's wives, With loss of so great hope of his offspring, The pillars eke proudly beset with gold And with the spoils of other nations, Fell to the ground; and whatso that with flame Untouched was, the Greeks did all possess. Percase you would ask what was Priam's fate. When of his taken town he saw the chance, And the gates of his palace beaten down, His foes amid his secret chambers eke, Th' old man in vain did on his shoulders then, Trembling for age, his cuirass long disused, His bootless sword he girded him about, And ran amid his foes ready to die. Amid the court under the heaven all bare A great altar there stood, by which there grew An old laurel tree, bowing thereunto, Which with his shadow did embrace the gods. Here Hecuba with her young daughters all About the altar swarmed were in vain, Like doves that flock together in the storm, The statues of the gods embracing fast. But when she saw Priam had taken there His armor, like as though he had been young, 'What furious thought, my wretched spouse,' quod she, 'Did move thee now such weapons for to wield? Why hastest thou? This time doth not require Such succor, ne yet such defenders now; No, though Hector my son were here again. Come hither; this altar shall save us all, Or we shall die together.' Thus she said. Wherewith she drew him back to her, and set The aged man down in the holy seat. But lo, Polites, one of Priam's sons, Escaped from the slaughter of Pyrrhus, Comes fleeing through the weapons of his foes, Searching all wounded the long galleries And the void courts; whom Pyrrhus all in rage Followed fast to reach a mortal wound, And now in hand wellnear strikes with his spear. Who fleeing forth till he came now in sight Of his parents, before their face fell down, Yielding the ghost, with flowing streams of blood. Priamus then, although he were half dead, Might not keep in his wrath, nor yet his words, But cryeth out: 'For this thy wicked work, And boldness eke such thing to enterprise, If in the heavens any justice be That of such things takes any care or keep, According thanks the gods may yield to thee, And send thee eke thy just deserved hire, That made me see the slaughter of my child, And with his blood defile the father's face. But he, by whom thou feignst thyself begot, Achilles, was to Priam not so stern. For lo, he tend'ring my most humble suit The right and faith, my Hector's bloodless corpse Rend'red for to be laid in sepulture, And sent me to my kingdom home again.' Thus said the aged man, and therewithal Forceless he cast his weak unwieldy dart, Which, repulsed from the brass where it gave dint, Without sound hung vainly in the shield's boss. Quod Pyrrhus: 'Then thou shalt this thing report. On message to Pelide my father go. Show unto him my cruel deeds, and how Neoptolem is swerved out of kind. Now shalt thou die,' quod he. And with that word At the altar him trembling gan he draw Wallowing through the bloodshed of his son; And his left hand all clasped in his hair, With his right arm drew forth his shining sword, Which in his side he thrust up to the hilts. Of Priamus this was the fatal fine, The woeful end that was allotted him. When he had seen his palace all on flame, With ruin of his Troyan turrets eke, That royal prince of Asia, which of late Reigned over so many peoples and realms, Like a great stock now lieth on the shore; His head and shoulders parted been in twain, A body now without renown and fame. Then first in me ent'red the grisly fear. Dismayed I was. Wherewith came to my mind The image eke of my dear father, when I thus beheld the king of equal age Yield up the sprite with wounds so cruelly. Then thought I of Creusa left alone, And of my house in danger of the spoil, And the estate of young Iulus eke. I looked back to seek what number then I might discern about me of my feres; But wearied they had left me all alone. Some to the ground were lopen from above, Some in the flame their irked bodies cast. There was no moe but I left of them all, When that I saw in Vesta's temple sit Dame Helen, lurking in a secret place (Such light the flame did give as I went by, While here and there I cast mine eyen about) For she in dread lest that the Trojans should Revenge on her the ruin of their walls, And of the Greeks the cruel wrecks also, The fury eke of her forsaken make, The common bane of Troy, and eke of Greece, Hateful she sat beside the altars hid. Then boiled my breast with flame and burning wrath To revenge my town unto such ruin brought, With worthy pains on her to work my will. Thought I: 'Shall she pass to the land of Sparta All safe, and see Mycene her native land, And like a queen return with victory Home to her spouse, her parents, and children, Followed with a train of Troyan maids, And served with a band of Phrygian slaves; And Priam eke with iron murd'red thus, And Troy town consumed all with flame, Whose shore hath been so oft forbathed in blood? No, no: for though on women the revenge Unseemly is, such conquest hath no fame, To give an end unto such mischief yet My just revenge shall merit worthy praise; And quiet eke my mind, for to be wroke On her which was the causer of this flame, And satisfy the cinder of my feres.' With furious mind while I did argue thus, My blessed mother then appeared to me, Whom erst so bright mine eyes had never seen, And with pure light she glist'red in the night, Disclosing her in form a goddess like, As she doth seem to such as dwell in heaven. My right hand then she took, and held it fast, And with her rosy lips thus did she say: 'Son, what fury hath thus provoked thee To such untamed wrath? what ragest thou? Or where is now become the care of us? Wilt thou not first go see where thou hast left Anchises, thy father fordone with age? Doth Creusa live, and Ascanius thy son? Whom now the Greekish bands have round beset, And were they not defensed by my cure, Flame had them raught and en'mies' sword ere this. Not Helen's beauty hateful unto thee, Nor blamed Paris yet, but the gods' wrath Reft you this wealth, and overthrew your town. Behold, and I shall now the cloud remove Which overcast thy mortal sight doth dim, Whose moisture doth obscure all things about: And fear not thou to do thy mother's will, Nor her advice refuse thou to perform. Here where thou seest the turrets overthrown, Stone bet from stone, smoke rising mixed with dust, Neptunus there shakes with his mace the walls And eke the loose foundations of the same, And overwhelms the whole town from his seat. And cruel Juno with the foremost here Doth keep the gate that Scea cleped is, Near wood for wrath, whereas she stands, and calls In harness bright the Greeks out of their ships. And in the turrets high behold where stands Bright shining Pallas, all in warlike weed, And with her shield where Gorgon's head appears. And Jupiter, my father, distributes Availing strength and courage to the Greeks; Yet overmore, against the Troyan power, He doth provoke the rest of all the gods. Flee then, my son, and give this travail end. Ne shall I thee forsake, in safeguard till I have thee brought unto thy father's gate.' This did she say; and therewith gan she hide Herself in shadow of the close night. Then dreadful figures gan appear to me, And great gods eke aggrieved with our town. I saw Troye fall down in burning gledes, Neptunus' town clean razed from the soil. Like as the elm forgrown in mountains high, Round hewen with ax, that husbandmen With thick assaults strive to tear up, doth threat; And hacked beneath trembling doth bend his top, Till yold with strokes, giving the latter crack, Rent from the height with ruin it doth fall. With this I went, and guided by a god I passed through my foes and eke the flame: Their weapons and the fire eke gave me place. And when that I was come before the gates And ancient building of my father's house, My father, whom I hoped to convey To the next hills, and did him thereto treat, Refused either to prolong his life Or bide exile after the fall of Troy. 'All ye,' quod he, 'in whom young blood is fresh, Whose strength remains entire and in full power, Take ye your flight. For if the gods my life would have prorogued, They had reserved for me this wonning place. It was enough, alas, and eke too much, To see the town of Troy thus razed once, To have lived after the city taken. When ye have said, this corpse laid out forsake. My hand shall seek my death, and pity shall Mine en'mies move, or else hope of my spoil. As for my grave, I weigh the loss but light: For I my years, disdainful to the gods, Have ling'red forth, unable to all needs, Since that the sire of gods and king of men Strake me with thunder and with levening blast.' Such things he gan rehearse, thus firmly bent. But we besprent with tears, my tender son, And eke my sweet Creusa, with the rest Of the household, my father gan beseech Not so with him to perish all at once, Nor so to yield unto the cruel fate. Which he refused, and stack to his intent. Driven I was to harness then again, Miserably my death for to desire. For what advice or other hope was left? 'Father, thoughtst thou that I may once remove,' Quod I, 'a foot, and leave thee here behind? May such a wrong pass from a father's mouth? If gods' will be, that nothing here be saved Of this great town, and thy mind bent to join Both thee and thine to ruin of this town, The way is plain this death for to attain. Pyrrhus shall come besprent with Priam's blood, That gored the son before the father's face, And slew the father at the altar eke. O sacred mother, was it then for this That you me led through flame and weapons sharp, That I might in my secret chamber see Mine en'mies, and Ascanius my son, My father, with Creusa, my sweet wife, Murd'red, alas, the one in th' other's blood? Why, servants, then, bring me my arms again. The latter day us vanquished doth call. Render me now to the Greeks sight again, And let me see the fight begun of new. We shall not all unwroken die this day.' About me then I girt my sword again, And eke my shield on my left shoulder cast, And bent me so to rush out of the house Lo, in my gate my spouse, clasping my feet, Foregainst his father young Iulus set. 'If thou wilt go,' quod she, 'and spill thyself, Take us with thee in all that may betide. But as expert if thou in arms have set Yet any hope, then first this house defend, Whereas thy son, and eke thy father dear, And I, sometime thine own dear wife, are left.' Her shrill loud voice with plaint thus filled the house, When that a sudden monstrous marvel fell. For in their sight and woeful parents' arms, Behold, a light out of the button sprang That in the tip of Iulus' cap did stand; With gentle touch whose harmless flame did shine Upon his hair, about his temples spread. And we afraid, trembling for dreadful fear, Bet out the fire from his blazing tress, And with water gan quench the sacred flame. Anchises glad his eyen lift to the stars; With hands his voice to heaven thus he bent: 'If by prayer, almighty Jupiter, Inclined thou mayst be, behold us then Of ruth; at least, if we so much deserve. Grant eke thine aid, father, confirm this thing.' Scarce had the old man said, when that the heavens With sudden noise thund'red on the left hand. Out of the sky, by the dark night there fell A blazing star, dragging a brand of flame, Which, with much light gliding on the house top, In the forest of Ida hid her beams; The which full bright kindling a furrow shone, By a long tract appointing us the way. And round about of brimstone rose a fume. My father vanquished, then beheld the skies, Spake to the gods, and th' holy star adored. 'Now, now,' quod he, 'no longer I abide. Follow I shall where ye me guide at hand. O native gods, your family defend! Preserve your line! This warning comes of you, And Troy stands in your protection now. Now give I place, and whereso that thou go Refuse I not, my son, to be thy fere.' This did he say; and by that time more clear The cracking flame was heard throughout the walls, And more and more the burning heat drew near. 'Why then, have done, my father dear,' quod I, 'Bestride my neck forthwith, and sit thereon, And I shall with my shoulders thee sustain; Ne shall this labor do me any dere. What so betide, come peril, come welfare, Like to us both and common there shall be. Young Iulus shall bear me company, And my wife shall follow far of my steps. Now ye, my servants, mark well what I say. Without the town ye shall find, on an hill, An old temple there stands, whereas sometime Worship was done to Ceres the goddess; Beside which grows an aged cypress tree, Preserved long by our forefathers' zeal. Behind which place let us together meet. And thou, father, receive into thy hands The reliques all, and the gods of the land, The which it were not lawful I should touch, That come but late from slaughter and bloodshed, Till I be washed in the running flood.' When I had said these words, my shoulders broad And laied neck with garments gan I spread, And thereon cast a yellow lion's skin, And thereupon my burden I receive. Young Iulus, clasped in my right hand, Followeth me fast with unegal pace, And at my back my wife. Thus did we pass By places shadowed most with the night. And me, whom late the dart which enemies threw Nor preasse of Argive routs could make amazed, Each whisp'ring wind hath power now to fray, And every sound to move my doubtful mind, So much I dread my burden and my fere. And now we gan draw near unto the gate, Right well escaped the danger, as methought, When that at hand a sound of feet we heard. My father then, gazing throughout the dark, Cried on me, 'Flee, son! They are at hand.' With that bright shields and shene armors I saw. But then I know not what unfriendly god My troubled wit from me bereft for fear. For while I ran by the most secret streets, Eschewing still the common haunted track, From me caitiff, alas, bereaved was Creusa then, my spouse, I wot not how, Whether by fate, or missing of the way, Or that she was by weariness retained. But never sith these eyes might her behold, Nor did I yet perceive that she was lost, Ne never backward turned I my mind, Till we came to the hill whereas there stood The old temple dedicate to Ceres. And when that we were there assembled all, She was only away, deceiving us, Her spouse, her son, and all her company. What god or man did I not then accuse, Near wood for ire? or what more cruel chance Did hap to me in all Troye's overthrow? Ascanius to my feres I then betook, With Anchises, and eke the Trojan gods, And left them hid within a valley deep. And to the town I gan me hie again, Clad in bright arms, and bent for to renew Adventures past, to search throughout the town, And yield my head to perils once again. And first the walls and dark entry I sought Of the same gate whereat I issued out, Holding backward the steps where we had come In the dark night, looking all round about. In every place the ugsome sights I saw, The silence self of night aghast my sprite. From hence again I passed unto our house, If she by chance had been returned home. The Greeks were there, and had it all beset. The wasting fire blown up by drift of wind Above the roofs; the blazing flame sprang up, The sound whereof with fury pierced the skies. To Priam's palace and the castle then I made; and there at Juno's sanctuair, In the void porches, Phoenix, Ulysses eke, Stern guardians stood, watching of the spoil. The riches here were set, reft from the brent Temples of Troy; the tables of the gods, The vessels eke that were of massy gold, And vestures spoiled, were gathered all in heap. The children orderly and mothers pale for fright Long ranged on a row stood round about. So bold was I to show my voice that night, With clepes and cries to fill the streets throughout, With Creusa's name in sorrow, with vain tears, And often sithes the same for to repeat. The town restless with fury as I sought, Th' unlucky figure of Creusa's ghost, Of stature more than wont, stood fore mine eyen. Abashed then I woxe. Therewith my hair Gan start right up, my voice stack in my throat. When with such words she gan my heart remove: 'What helps to yield unto such furious rage, Sweet spouse?' quod she. 'Without will of the gods This chanced not; ne lawful was for thee To lead away Creusa hence with thee: The king of the high heaven suff'reth it not. A long exile thou art assigned to bear, Long to furrow large space of stormy seas: So shalt thou reach at last Hesperian land, Where Lydian Tiber with his gentle stream Mildly doth flow along the fruitful fields. There mirthful wealth, there kingdom is for thee, There a king's child prepared to be thy make. For thy beloved Creusa stint thy tears. For now shall I not see the proud abodes Of Myrmidons, nor yet of Dolopes; Ne I, a Troyan lady and the wife Unto the son of Venus the goddess, Shall go a slave to serve the Greekish dames. Me here the god's great mother holds. And now farewell, and keep in father's breast The tender love of thy young son and mine.' This having said, she left me all in tears, And minding much to speak; but she was gone, And subtly fled into the weightless air. Thrice raught I with mine arms t' accoll her neck, Thrice did my hands vain hold th' image escape, Like nimble winds, and like the flying dream. So night spent out, return I to my feres. And there wond'ring I find together swarmed A new number of mates, mothers and men, A rout exiled, a wretched multitude, From each where flocked together, prest to pass, With heart and goods, to whatsoever land By sliding seas me listed them to lead. And now rose Lucifer above the ridge Of lusty Ida, and brought the dawning light. The Greeks held th' entries of the gates beset; Of help there was no hope. Then gave I place, Took up my sire, and hasted to the hill." |