THE AENEID: BOOK 4 by PUBLIUS VERGILIUS MARO

But now the wounded queen with heavy care,
Throughout the veins she nourisheth the play,
Surprised with blind flame; and to her mind
Gan eke resort the prowess of the man
And honor of his race; while in her breast
Imprinted stack his words and picture's form;
Ne to her limbs care granteth quiet rest.
The next morrow with Phoebus' lamp the earth
Alight'ned clear, and eke the dawning day
The shadows dank gan from the pole remove,
When all unsound her sister of like mind
Thus spake she to: "O sister Ann, what dreams
Be these, that me tormented thus affray?
What new guest is this that to our realm is come?
What one of cheer! how stout of heart in arms!
Truly I think, ne vain is my belief,
Of goddish race some offspring should he be:
Cowardry notes hearts swerved out of kind.
He driven, Lord, with how hard destiny!
What battles eke achieved did he recount!
But that my mind is fixed unmoveably
Never with wight in wedlock aye to join
Sith my first love me left by death dissevered,
If genial brands and bed me loathed not,
To this one guilt perchance yet might I yield.
Ann, for I grant, sith wretched Sychaeus' death,
My spouse, and house with brother's slaughter stained,
This only man hath made my senses bend
And pricked forth the mind that gan to slide.
Now feelingly I taste the steps of mine old flame.
But first I wish the earth me swallow down,
Or with thunder the mighty Lord me send
To the pale ghosts of hell and darkness deep,
Ere I thee stain, shamefastness, or thy laws.
He that with me first coupled took away
My love with him; enjoy it in his grave."
Thus did she say, and with surprised tears
Bained her breast. Whereto Ann thus replied:
"O sister, dearer beloved than the light,
Thy youth alone in plaint still wilt thou spill?
Ne children sweet, ne Venus' gifts wilt know?
Cinders, thinkest thou, mind this? or graved ghosts?
Time of thy dole, thy spouse new dead, I grant
None might thee move; no, not the Libyan king
Nor yet of Tyre, Iarbas set so light,
And other princes moe whom the rich soil
Of Affric breeds in honors triumphant.
Wilt thou also gainstand thy liked love?
Comes not to mind upon whose land thou dwellst?
On this side, lo, the Gaetule town behold,
A people bold, unvanquished in war;
Eke the undaunted Numides compass thee;
Also the Syrtes, unfriendly harbrough;
On th' other hand, a desert realm for thirst,
The Barceans, whose fury stretcheth wide.
What shall I touch the wars that move from Tyre?
Or yet thy brother's threats?
By God's purveyance it blew, and Juno's help,
The Troyan's ships, I think, to run this course.
Sister, what town shalt thou see this become!
Through such ally how shall our kingdom rise!
And by the aid of Troyan arms how great!
How many ways shall Carthage's glory grow!
Thou only now beseech the gods of grace
By sacrifice, which ended, to thy house
Receive him, and forge causes of abode;
Whiles winter frets the seas, and wat'ry Orion,
The ships shaken, unfriendly the season."
Such words inflamed the kindled mind with love,
Loosed all shame, and gave the doubtful hope.
And to the temples first they haste, and seek
By sacrifice for grace, with hogreles of two years
Chosen, as aught, to Ceres that gave laws,
To Phoebus, Bacchus, and to Juno chief
Which hath in care the bands of marriage.
Fair Dido held in her right hand the cup,
Which twixt the horns of a white cow she shed
In presence of the gods, passing before
The altars fat, which she renewed oft
With gifts that day, and beasts deboweled,
Gazing for counsel on the entrails warm.
Ay me, unskillful minds of prophesy!
Temples or vows, what boot they in her rage?
A gentle flame the mary doth devour,
Whiles in the breast the silent wound keeps life.
Unhappy Dido burns, and in her rage
Throughout the town she wand'reth up and down,
Like to the stricken hind with shaft in Crete
Throughout the woods which chasing with his darts
Aloof, the shepherd smiteth at unwares
And leaves unwist in her the thirling head,
That through the groves and lands glides in her flight;
Amid whose side the mortal arrow sticks.
AEneas now about the walls she leads,
The town prepared, and Carthage wealth to show.
Off'ring to speak, amid her voice, she whists.
And when the day gan fail, new feasts she makes;
The Troye's travails to hear anew she lists
Enraged all, and stareth in his face
That tells the tale. And when they were all gone
And the dim moon doth eft withhold the light,
And sliding stars provoked unto sleep,
Alone she mourns within her palace void,
And sets her down on her forsaken bed.
And absent him she hears, when he is gone,
And seeth eke. Oft in her lap she holds
Ascanius, trapped by his father's form,
So to beguile the love cannot be told.
The turrets now arise not, erst begun;
Neither the youth wields arms, nor they avance
The ports, nor other meet defense for war.
Broken there hang the works and mighty frames
Of walls high raised, threat'ning the sky.
Whom, as soon as Jove's dear wife saw, infect
With such a plague, ne fame resist the rage,
Saturn's daughter thus burds Venus then:
"Great praise," quod she, "and worthy spoils you win,
You and your son, great gods of memory,
By both your wiles one woman to devour.
Yet am not I deceived, that foreknew
Ye dread our walls and buildings gan suspect
Of high Carthage. But what shall be the end?
Or whereunto now serveth such debate?
But rather peace and bridal bands knit we,
Sith thou hast speed of that thy heart desired:
Dido doth burn with love, rage frets her bones.
This people now, as common to us both,
With equal favor let us govern then.
Lawful be it to serve a Troyan spouse,
And Tyrians yield to thy right hand in dower."
To whom Venus replied thus, that knew
Her words proceeded from a feigned mind,
To Libyan coasts to turn th' empire from Rome:
"What wight so fond such offer to refuse?
Or yet with thee had liefer strive in war?
So be it fortune thy tale bring to effect.
But destinies I doubt: lest Jove nill grant
That folk of Tyre and such as came from Troye
Should hold one town, or grant these nations
Mingled to be, or joined aye in league.
Thou art his wife; lawful it is for thee
For to attempt his fancy by request.
Pass on before and follow thee I shall."
Queen Juno then thus took her tale again:
"This travail be it mine; but by what mean
Mark, in few words I shall thee learn, eftsoons
This work in hand may now be compassed.
AEneas now and wretched Dido eke
To the forest a hunting mind to wend,
To morn as soon as Titan shall ascend
And with his beams hath overspread the world.
And whiles the wings of youth do swarm about,
And whiles they range to overset the groves,
A cloudy shower mingled with hail I shall
Pour down, and then with thunder shake the skies.
Th' assemble scattered the mist shall cloak.
Dido a cave, the Troyan prince the same
Shall enter to; and I will be at hand.
And if thy will stick unto mine, I shall
In wedlock sure knit and make her his own.
Thus shall the marriage be." To whose request
Without debate Venus did seem to yield,
And smiled soft, as she that found the wile.
Then from the seas the dawning gan arise.
The sun once up, the chosen youth gan throng
Out at the gates: the hays so rarely knit,
The hunting staves with their broad heads of steel,
And of Masile the horsemen forth they brake;
Of scenting hounds a kennel huge likewise.
And at the threshold of her chamber door
The Carthage lords did on the queen attend.
The trampling steed with gold and purple trapped,
Chewing the foamy bit, there fiercely stood.
Then issued she, awaited with great train,
Clad in a cloak of Tyre embroidered rich.
Her quiver hung behind her back, her tress
Knotted in gold, her purple vesture eke
Butt'ned with gold. The Troyans of her train
Before her go, with gladsome Iulus.
AEneas eke, the goodliest of the rout,
Makes one of them, and joineth close the throngs:
Like when Apollo leaveth Lycia,
His wint'ring place, and Zanthus' floods likewise,
To visit Delos, his mother's mansion,
Repairing eft and furnishing her quire;
The Candians, and folks of Dryopes
With painted Agathyrsies shout and cry,
Environing the altars roundabout,
When that he walks upon mount Cynthus' top:
His sparkled tress repressed with garlands soft
Of tender leaves, and trussed up in gold;
His quivering darts clatt'ring behind his back:
So fresh and lusty did AEneas seem,
Such lordly port in countenance present.
But to the hills and wild holts, when they came
From the rock's top the driven savage rose,
Lo, from the hill above on th' other side
Through the wide lawnds they gan to take their course.
The harts likewise, in troups taking their flight,
Raising the dust, the mountain fast forsake.
The child Iulus, blithe of his swift steed,
Amids the plain now pricks by them, now these,
And to encounter wisheth oft in mind
The foaming boar instead of fearful beasts,
Or lion brown might from the hill descend.
In the meanwhile the skies gan rumble sore;
In tail thereof a mingled shower with hail.
The Tyrian folk and eke the Troyans' youth
And Venus' nephew the cottages for fear
Sought roundabout; the floods fell from the hills.
Dido a den, the Troyan prince the same,
Chanced upon. Our mother, then the earth,
And Juno, that hath charge of marriage,
First tokens gave with burning gledes of flame,
And privy to the wedlock lightning skies;
And the nymphs yelled from the mountain's top.
Ay me, this was the first day of their mirth,
And of their harms the first occasion eke.
Respect of fame no longer her withholds,
Nor museth now to frame her love by stealth.
Wedlock she calls it; under the pretence
Of which fair name she cloaketh now her fault.
Forthwith Fame flyeth through the great Libyan towns:
A mischief Fame, there is none else so swift:
That moving grows, and flitting gathers force;
First small for dread, soon after climbs the skies,
Stayeth on earth, and hides her head in clouds.
Whom our mother, the earth, tempted by wrath
Of gods, begat the last sister (they write)
To Coeus, and to Enceladus eke;
Speedy of foot, of wing likewise as swift;
A monster huge, and dreadful to describe.
In every plume that on her body sticks
(A thing indeed much marvelous to hear)
As many waker eyes lurk underneath,
So many mouths to speak, and list'ning ears.
By night she flies amid the cloudy sky.
Shrieking by the dark shadow of the earth,
Ne doth decline to the sweet sleep her eyes.
By day she sits to mark on the house top,
Or turrets high, and the great towns affrays,
As mindful of ill and lies as blazing truth.
This monster blithe with many a tale gan sow
This rumor then into the common ears,
As well things done as that was never wrought:
As, that there comen is to Tyrian's court
AEneas, one outsprung of Troyan blood,
To whom fair Dido would herself be wed,
And that the while the winter long they pass
In foul delight, forgetting charge of reign,
Led against honor with unhonest lust.
This in each mouth the filthy goddess spreads,
And takes her course to King Iarbas straight;
Kindling his mind, with tales she feeds his wrath.
Gotten was he by Ammon Jupiter
Upon the ravished nymph of Garamant.
An hundred hugy great temples he built
In his far stretching realms to Jupiter,
Altars as many kept with waking flame,
A watch always upon the gods to tend;
The floors imbrued with yielded blood of beasts,
And threshold spread with garlands of strange hue.
He, wood of mind, kindled by bitter bruit,
Tofore th' altars, in presence of the gods,
With reared hands gan humbly Jove entreat:
"Almighty God, whom the Moorish nation,
Fed at rich tables, presenteth with wine,
Seest thou these things? or fear we thee in vain
When thou lettest fly thy thunder from the clouds?
Or do those flames with vain noise us affray?
A woman that wand'ring in our coasts hath bought
A plot for price, where she a city set,
To whom we gave the strand for to manure
And laws to rule her town: our wedlock loathed,
Hath chose AEneas to command her realm.
That Paris now, with his unmanly sort,
With mitred hats, with ointed bush and beard,
His rape enjoyeth, whiles to thy temples we
Our off'rings bring, and follow rumors vain."
Whom praying in such sort, and griping eke
The altars fast, the mighty father heard;
And writhed his look toward the royal walls
And lovers eke forgetting their good name.
To Mercury then gave he thus in charge:
"Hence son in haste, and call to thee the winds:
Slide with thy plumes, and tell the Troyan prince
That now in Carthage loit'reth, reckless
Of the towns granted him by destiny:
Swift through the skies see thou these words convey.
His fair mother behight him not to us
Such one to be, ne therefore twice him saved
From Greekish arms; but such a one
As meet might seem great Italy to rule,
Dreadful in arms, charged with seigniory,
Showing in proof his worthy Teucrian race,
And under laws the whole world to subdue.
If glory of such things naught him inflame,
Ne that he lists seek honor by some pain,
The towers yet of Rome, being his sire,
Doth he envy to young Ascanius?
What mindeth he to frame? or on what hope
In en'mies' land doth he make his abode,
Ne his offspring in Italy regards,
Ne yet the land of Lavin doth behold?
Bid him make sail: have here the sum and end.
Our message thus report." When Jove had said,
Then Mercury gan bend him to obey
His mighty father's will; and to his heels
His golden wings he knits, which him transport
With a light wind above the earth and seas.
And then with him his wand he took, whereby
He calls from hell pale ghosts, and other some
Thither also he sendeth comfortless;
Whereby he forceth sleeps, and them bereaves,
And mortal eyes he closeth up in death.
By power whereof he drives the winds away,
And passeth eke amid the troubled clouds,
Till in his flight he gan descry the top
And the steep flanks of rocky Atlas hill
That with his crown sustains the welkin up;
Whose head forgrown with pine, circled alway
With misty clouds, beaten with wind and storm;
His shoulders spread with snow, and from his chin
The springs descend, his beard frozen with ice.
Here Mercury with equal shining wings
First touched, and, with body headlong bent,
To the water thence took he his descent,
Like to the fowl that endlong coasts and strands,
Swarming with fish, flies sweeping by the sea.
Cutting betwixt the winds and Libyan lands,
From his grandfather by the mother's side,
Cyllen's child so came, and then alight
Upon the houses with his winged feet,
Tofore the towers, where he AEneas saw
Foundations cast, arearing lodges new,
Girt with a sword of jasper starry bright;
A shining 'parel, flamed with stately dye
Of Tyrian purple, hung his shoulders down,
The gift and work of wealthy Dido's hand,
Stripped throughout with a thin thread of gold.
Thus he encounters him: "Oh careless wight
Both of thy realm and of thine own affairs:
A wifebound man, now dost thou rear the walls
Of high Carthage to build a goodly town?
From the bright skies the ruler of the gods
Sent me to thee, that with his beck commands
Both heaven and earth; in haste he gave me charge
Through the light air this message thee to say:
What framest thou? or on what hope thy time
In idleness doth waste in Affric land?
Of so great things if nought the fame thee stir,
Ne list by travail honor to pursue,
Ascanius yet, that waxeth fast, behold
And the hope of Iulus' seed, thine heir,
To whom the realm of Italy belongs
And soil of Rome." When Mercury had said,
Amid his tale far off from mortal eyes
Into light air he vanished out of sight.
AEneas, with that vision stricken dumb,
Well near bestraught, upstart his hair for dread;
Amid his throtal his voice likewise gan stick.
For to depart by flight he longeth now,
And the sweet land to leave, astonied sore
With this advice and message of the gods.
What may he do, alas? or by what words
Dare he persuade the raging queen in love?
Or in what sort may he his tale begin?
Now here, now there, his reckless mind gan run
And diversely him draws, discoursing all.
After long doubts this sentence seemed best:
Mnestheus first, and strong Cloanthus eke,
He calls to him, with Sergest; unto whom
He gave in charge his navy secretly
For to prepare, and drive to the sea coast
His people, and their armor to address,
And for the cause of change to fain excuse;
And that he, when good Dido least foreknew
Or did suspect so great a love could break,
Would wait his time to speak thereof most meet,
The nearest way to hasten his intent.
Gladly his will and biddings they obey.
Full soon the queen this crafty sleight gan smell
(Who can deceive a lover in forecast?),
And first foresaw the motions for to come,
Things most assured fearing; unto whom
That wicked Fame reported how to flight
Was armed the fleet, all ready to avail.
Then ill bested of counsel rageth she,
And whisketh through the town like Bacchus' nun,
As Thias stirs, the sacred rites begun,
And when the wonted third year's sacrifice
Doth prick her forth, hearing Bacchus' name hallowed,
And that the festful night of Cithaeron
Doth call her forth with noise of dancing.
At length herself boardeth AEneas thus:
"Unfaithful wight, to cover such a fault
Couldest thou hope? unwist to leave my land?
Not thee our love, nor yet right hand betrothed,
Ne cruel death of Dido may withhold?
But that thou wilt in winter ships prepare,
And try the seas in broil of whirling winds?
What if the land thou seekest were not strange,
If not unknown, or ancient Troye yet stood,
In rough seas yet should Troye town be sought?
Shunnest thou me? By these tears and right hand
(For nought else have I, wretched, left myself),
By our spousals and marriage begun,
If I of thee deserved ever well
Or thing of mine were ever to thee lief,
Rue on this realm whose ruin is at hand!
If aught be left that prayer may avail,
I thee beseech to do away this mind.
The Libyans and tirans of Nomadane
For thee me hate; my Tyrians eke for thee
Are wroth, by thee my shamefastness eke stained,
And good renown, whereby up to the stars
Peerless I clame. To whom wilt thou me leave,
Ready to die, my sweet guest? sith this name
Is all as now that of a spouse remains.
But whereto now should I prolong my death?
What? until my brother Pygmalion
Beat down my walls? or the Gaetulian king,
Iarbas, yet captive, lead me away?
Before thy flight a child had I once borne,
Or seen a young AEneas in my court
Play up and down, that might present thy face,
All utterly I could not seem forsaken."
Thus said the queen. He, to the god's advice,
Unmoved held his eyes, and in his breast
Repressed his care, and strove against his will.
And these few words at last then forth he cast:
"Never shall I deny, queen, thy desert
Greater than thou in words may well express.
To think on thee ne irk me aye it shall
Whiles of myself I shall have memory,
And whiles the spirit these limbs of mine shall rule.
For present purpose somewhat shall I say.
Never meant I to cloak the same by stealth
(Slander me not), ne to escape by flight.
Nor I to thee pretended marriage,
Ne hither came to join me in such league.
If destiny at mine own liberty
To lead my life would have permitted me
After my will my sorrow to redoub,
Troy and the remainder of our folk
Restore I should, and with these scaped hands
The walls again unto the vanquished
And palace high of Priam eke repair.
But now Apollo called Grineus
And prophecies of Licia me advise
To seize upon the realm of Italy;
That is my love, my country, and my land.
If Carthage turrets thee, Phoenician born,
And of a Libyan town the sight detain,
To us Troyans why dost thou then envy
In Italy to make our resting seat?
Lawful is eke for us strange realms to seek.
As oft as night doth cloak with shadows dank
The earth, as oft as flaming stars appear,
The troubled ghost of my father Anchises
So oft in sleep doth fray me and advise
The wronged head by me of my dear son,
Whom I defraud of the Hisperian crown
And lands allotted him by destiny.
The messenger eke of the gods but late
Sent down from Jove (I swear by either head)
Passing the air, did this to me report.
In bright daylight the god myself I saw
Enter these walls, and with these ears him heard.
Leave then with plaint to vex both thee and me.
Against my will to Italy I go."
Whiles in this sort he did his tale pronounce,
With wayward look she gan him aye behold,
And rolling eyes that moved to and fro,
With silent look discoursing over all.
And forth in rage at last thus gan she brayde:
"Faithless, forsworn, ne goddess was thy dam,
Nor Dardanus beginner of thy race,
But of hard rocks, mount Caucase monstrous
Bred thee, and teats of tiger gave thee suck.
But what should I dissemble now my cheer,
Or me reserve to hope of greater things?
Minds he our tears or ever moved his eyen?
Wept he for ruth, or pitied he our love?
What shall I set before, or where begin?
Juno nor Jove with just eyes this beholds.
Faith is nowhere in surety to be found.
Did I not him, thrown up upon my shore,
In need receive, and fonded eke invest
Of half my realm? his navy lost repair?
From death's danger his fellows eke defend?
Ay me, with rage and furies, lo, I drive!
Apollo now, now Lycian prophecies,
Another while the messenger of gods,
(He says) sent down from mighty Jove himself,
The dreadful charge amid the skies hath brought.
As though that were the travail of the gods
Or such a care their quietness might move.
I hold thee not, nor yet gainsay thy words:
To Italy pass on by help of winds,
And through the floods go search thy kingdom new.
If ruthful gods have any power, I trust
Amid the rocks thy guerdon thou shalt find,
When thou shalt clepe full oft on Dido's name.
With burial brands I absent shall thee chase,
And when cold death from life these limbs divides,
My ghost each where shall still on thee await.
Thou shalt abye, and I shall hear thereof;
Among the souls below thy bruit shall come."
With such like words she cut off half her tale,
With pensive heart abandoning the light,
And from his sight herself gan far remove,
Forsaking him, that many things in fear
Imagined, and did prepare to say.
Her swooning limbs her damsels gan relieve,
And to her chamber bare of marble stone,
And laid her on her bed with tapets spread.
But just AEneas, though he did desire
With comfort sweet her sorrows to appease
And with his words to banish all her care,
Wailing her much, with great love overcome,
The gods' will yet he worketh, and resorts
Unto his navy, where the Troyans fast
Fell to their work, from the shore to unstock
High rigged ships. Now fleets the tallowed keel.
Their oars with leaves yet green from wood they bring,
And masts unshave, for haste to take their flight.
You might have seen them throng out of the town
Like ants, when they do spoil the bing of corn,
For winter's dread, which they bear to their den,
When the black swarm creeps over all the fields,
And thwart the grass by strait paths drags their prey;
The great grains then some on their shoulders truss,
Some drive the troup, some chastise eke the slow,
That with their travail chafed is each path.
Beholding this, what thought might Dido have?
What sighs gave she? when from her towers high
The large coasts she saw haunted with Troyans' works,
And in her sight the seas with din confounded.
O witless love, what thing is that to do
A mortal mind thou canst not force thereto!
Forced she is to tears aye to return,
With new requests, to yield her heart to love.
And lest she should before her causeless death
Leave any thing untried, "O sister Ann,"
Quoth she, "behold the whole coast round about,
How they prepare assembled everywhere;
The streaming sails abiding but for wind;
The shipmen crown their ships with bows for joy.
O sister, if so great a sorrow I
Mistrusted had, it were more light to bear.
Yet natheless this for me wretched wight,
Ann, shalt thou do, for faithless, thee alone
He reverenced, thee eke his secrets told.
The meetest time thou knewest to board the man.
To my proud foe thus sister humbly say:
I with the Greeks within the port Aulide
Conjured not the Troyans to destroy,
Nor to the walls of Troy yet sent my fleet,
Nor cinders of his father Anchises
Disturbed have out of his sepulture.
Why lets he not my words sink in his ears
So hard to overtreat? whither whirls he?
This last boon yet grant he to wretched love:
Prosperous winds for to depart with ease
Let him abide. The foresaid marriage now,
That he betrayed, I do not him require,
Nor that he should fair Italy forgo.
Neither I would he should his kingdom leave:
Quiet I ask, and a time of delay,
And respite eke my fury to assuage,
Till my mishap teach me all comfortless
How for to wail my grief. This latter grace
Sister I crave; have thou remorse of me:
Which, if thou shalt vouchsafe, with heaps I shall
Leave by my death redoubled unto thee."
Moisted with tears thus wretched gan she plain;
Which Ann reports, and answer brings again.
Nought tears him move, ne yet to any words
He can be framed with gentle mind to yield.
The werdes withstand, and God stops his meek ears.
Like to the aged boisteous bodied oak,
The which among the Alps the northern winds
Blowing now from this quarter now from that
Betwixt them strive to overwhelm with blasts;
The whistling air among the branches roars,
Which all at once bow to the earth their crops,
The stock once smit, whiles in the rocks the tree
Sticks fast; and look, how high to the heaven her top
Rears up, so deep her root spreads down to hell:
So was this lord now here now there beset
With words, in whose stout breast wrought many cares.
But still his mind in one remains, in vain
The tears were shed. Then Dido, frayed of fates,
Wisheth for death, irked to see the skies.
And that she might the rather work her will
And leave the light (a grisly thing to tell),
Upon the altars burning full of 'cense
When she set gifts of sacrifice, she saw
The holy water stocks wax black within;
The wine eke shed, change into filthy gore.
This she to none, not to her sister told.
A marble temple in her palace eke
In memory of her old spouse there stood,
In great honor and worship which she held,
With snow white clothes decked and with bows of feast;
Whereout was heard her husband's voice and speech
Cleping for her, when dark night hid the earth.
And oft the owl with rueful song complained
From the house top, drawing long doleful tunes.
And many things, forspoke by prophets past,
With dreadful warning gan her now affray;
And stern AEneas seemed in her sleep
To chase her still about, distraught in rage;
And still her thought that she was left alone
Uncompanied great viages to wend,
In desert land her Tyrian folk to seek:
Like Pentheus, that in his madness saw
Swarming in flocks the furies all of hell,
Two suns remove, and Thebes town show twain;
Or like Orestes, Agamemnon's son,
In tragedies who represented aye
Driven about, that from his mother fled
Armed with brands, and eke with serpents black;
That sitting found within the temple's porch
The ugly furies his slaughter to revenge.
Yeldon to woe, when frenzy had her caught,
Within herself then gan she well debate,
Full bent to die, the time and eke the mean;
And to her woeful sister thus she said,
In outward cheer dissembling her intent,
Presenting hope under a semblant glad:
"Sister rejoice, for I have found the way
Him to return, or loose me from his love.
Toward the end of the great ocean flood
Where as the wand'ring sun descendeth hence,
In the extremes of Ethiope, is a place
Where huge Atlas doth on his shoulders turn
The sphere so round, with flaming stars beset;
Born of Massyle I hear, should be a nun
That of th' Hesperian sisters' temple old
And of their goodly garden keeper was,
That gives unto the dragon eke his food,
That on the tree preserves the holy fruit,
That honey moist and sleeping poppy casts.
This woman doth avant, by force of charm,
What heart she list to set at liberty,
And other some to pierce with heavy cares,
In running flood to stop the water's course,
And eke the stars their mevings to reverse,
T' assemble eke the ghosts that walk by night;
Under thy feet th' earth thou shalt behold
Tremble and roar, the oaks come from the hill.
The gods and thee dear sister, now I call
In witness, and thy head to me so sweet:
To magic arts against my will I bend.
Right secretly within our inner court
In open air rear up a stack of wood,
And hang thereon the weapon of this man,
The which he left within my chamber stick.
His weeds despoiled all, and bridal bed,
Wherein, alas sister, I found my bane,
Change thereupon; for so the nun commands,
To do away what did to him belong,
Of that false wight that might remembrance bring."
Then whisted she; the pale her face gan stain,
Ne could yet Ann believe her sister meant
To cloak her death by this new sacrifice,
Nor in her breast such fury did conceive;
Neither doth she now dread more grievous thing
Than followed Sychaeus' death; wherefore
She put her will in ure. But then the queen,
When that the stack of wood was reared up
Under the air within the inward court,
With cloven oak and billets made of fir,
With garlands she doth all beset the place,
And with green boughs eke crown the funeral;
And thereupon his weeds and sword yleft,
And on a bed his picture she bestows,
And she that well foreknew what was to come.
The altars stand about, and eke the nun
With sparkled tress, the which three hundred gods
With a loud voice doth thunder out at once,
Erebus the grisly, and Chaos huge,
And eke the threefold goddess Hecate,
And three faces of Diana the virgin;
And sprinkles eke the water counterfeit
Like unto black Avernus' lake in hell.
And springing herbs reaped up with brazen scythes
Were sought, after the right course of the moon;
The venom black intermingled with mild;
The lump of flesh tween the new born foal's eyen
To reave, that winneth from the dam her love.
She with the mole all in her hands devout
Stood near the altar, bare of the one foot,
With vesture loose, the bands unlaced all;
Bent for to die, calls the gods to record,
And guilty stars eke of her destiny.
And if there were any god that had care
Of lovers' hearts not moved with love alike,
Him she requires of justice to remember.
It was then night; the sound and quiet sleep
Had through the earth the wearied bodies caught;
The woods, the raging seas were fallen to rest;
When that the stars had half their course declined;
The fields whist; beasts and fowls of divers hue,
And what so that in the broad lakes remained
Or yet among the bushy thicks of briar
Laid down to sleep by silence of the night,
Gan 'suage their cares, mindless of travails past.
Not so the spirit of this Phoenician:
Unhappy she, that on no sleep could chance,
Nor yet night's rest enter in eye or breast.
Her cares redouble; love doth rise and rage again,
And overflows with swelling storms of wrath.
Thus thinks she then, this rolls she in her mind:
"What shall I do? shall I now bear the scorn
For to assay mine old wooers again,
And humbly yet a Numid spouse require
Whose marriage I have so oft disdained?
The Troyan navy and Teucrian vile commands
Follow shall I? as though it should avail
That whilom by my help they were relieved.
Or for because with kind and mindful folk
Right well doth sit the passed thankful deed?
Who would me suffer (admit this were my will)
Or me scorned to their proud ships receive?
Oh woe begone, full little knowest thou yet
The broken oaths of Laomedon's kind!
What then? alone on merry mariners
Shall I await? or board them with my power
Of Tyrians assembled me about?
And such as I with travail brought from Tyre
Drive to the seas, and force them sail again?
But rather die, even as thou hast deserved,
And to this woe with iron give thou end.
And thou, sister, first vanquished with my tears,
Thou in my rage with all these mischiefs first
Didst burden me, and yield me to my foe.
Was it not granted me, from spousals free,
Like to wild beasts, to live without offense,
Without taste of such cares? Is there no faith
Reserved to the cinders of Sychae?"
Such great complaints brake forth out of her breast,
Whiles AEneas full minded to depart,
All things prepared, slept in the poop on high.
To whom in sleep the wonted godhead's form
Gan aye appear, returning in like shape
As seemed him, and gan him thus advise,
Like unto Mercury in voice and hue,
With yellow bush, and comely limbs of youth:
"O goddess' son, in such case canst thou sleep?
Ne yet bestraught the dangers dost forsee
That compass thee? nor hearst the fair winds blow?
Dido in mind rolls vengeance and deceit;
Determed to die, swells with unstable ire.
Wilt thou not flee whiles thou hast time of flight?
Straight shalt thou see the seas covered with sails,
The blazing brands, the shore all spread with flame
And if the morrow steal upon thee here.
Come off, have done, set all delay aside,
For full of change these women be alway."
This said, in the dark night he gan him hide.
AEneas of this sudden vision
Adread, starts up out of his sleep in haste,
Calls up his feres: "Awake! get up my men!
Aboard your ships, and hoist up sail with speed!
A god me wills, sent from above again
To haste my flight and writhen cables cut.
Oh holy god, what so thou art, we shall
Follow thee, and all blithe obey thy will.
Be at our hand, and friendly us assist!
Address the stars with prosperous influence!"
And with that word his glistering sword unsheathes,
With which drawn he the cables cut in twain.
The like desire the rest embraced all.
All thing in haste they cast and forth they whirl.
The shores they leave, with ships the seas are spread,
Cutting the foam by the blue seas they sweep.
Aurora now from Titan's purple bed
With new daylight hath overspread the earth,
When by her windows the queen the peeping day
Espied, and navy with splayed sails depart
The shore, and eke the port of vessels void.
Her comely breast thrice or four times she smote
With her own hand, and tore her golden tress.
"Oh Jove," quoth she, "shall he then thus depart
A stranger thus and scorn our kingdom so?
Shall not my men do on their armor prest,
And eke pursue them throughout all the town?
Out of the road some shall the vessels warp?
Haste on, cast flame, set sail and wield your oars!
What said I? but where am I? what frenzy
Alters thy mind? Unhappy Dido, now
Hath thee beset a froward destiny.
Then it behooved, when thou didst give to him
The scepter. Lo, his faith and his right hand,
That leads with him (they say) his country gods,
That on his back his aged father bore.
His body might I not have caught and rent?
And in the seas drenched him and his feres?
And from Ascanius his life with iron reft,
And set him on his father's board for meat?
Of such debate perchance the fortune might
Have been doubtful: would God it were assayed!
Whom should I fear, sith I myself must die?
Might I have thrown into that navy brands,
And filled eke their decks with flaming fire,
The father, son, and all their nation
Destroyed, and fallen myself dead over all.
Sun, with thy beams that mortal works descries,
And thou Juno, that well these travails knowest,
Proserpine thou, upon whom folk do use
To howl, and call in forked ways by night,
Infernal furies, ye wreakers of wrong,
And Dido's gods, who stands at point of death,
Receive these words, and eke your heavy power
Withdraw from me, that wicked folk deserve,
And our request accept, we you beseech.
If so that yonder wicked head must needs
Recover port, and sail to land of force,
And if Jove's will have so resolved it
And such end set as no wight can fordo,
Yet at the least assailed mought he be
With arms and wars of hardy nations,
From the bounds of his kingdom far exiled,
Iulus eke rashed out of his arms,
Driven to call for help, that he may see
The guiltless corpses of his folk lie dead.
And after hard conditions of peace,
His realm nor life desired may he brook,
But fall before his time, ungraved amid the sands.
This I require, these words with blood I shed.
And Tyrians, ye his stock and all his race
Pursue with hate, reward our cinders so.
No love nor league betwixt our peoples be.
And of our bones some wreaker may there spring,
With sword and flame that Troyans may pursue.
And from henceforth, when that our power may stretch,
Our coasts to them contrary be for aye,
I crave of God, and our streams to their floods,
Arms unto arms, and offspring of each race
With mortal war each other may fordo."
This said, her mind she writhed on all sides,
Seeking with speed to end her irksome life.
To Sychaeus' nurse, Barcen, then thus she said
(For hers at home in ashes did remain):
"Call unto me, dear nurse, my sister Ann.
Bid her in haste in water of the flood
She sprinkle the body, and bring the beasts
And purging sacrifice I did her show.
So let her come; and thou thy temples bind
With sacred garlands; for the sacrifice
That I to Pluto have begun, my mind
Is to perform, and give end to these cares;
And Troyan statue throw into the flame."
When she had said, redouble gan her nurse
Her steps, forth on an aged woman's trot.
But trembling Dido eagerly now bent
Upon her stern determination,
Her bloodshot eyes rolling within her head,
Her quivering cheeks flecked with deadly stain,
Both pale and wan to think on death to come,
Into the inward wards of her palace
She rusheth in, and clame up as distraught
The burial stack, and drew the Troyan sword,
Her gift sometime, but meant to no such use.
Where when she saw his weed and well known bed,
Weeping a while, in study gan she stay,
Fell on the bed, and these last words she said:
"Sweet spoils, whiles God and destinies it would,
Receive this sprite, and rid me of these cares.
I lived and ran the course fortune did grant,
And under earth my great ghost now shall wend.
A goodly town I built, and saw my walls,
Happy, alas too happy, if these coasts
The Troyan ships had never touched aye."
This said, she laid her mouth close to the bed.
"Why then," quoth she, "unwroken shall we die?
But let us die, for thus and in this sort
It liketh us to seek the shadows dark.
And from the seas the cruel Troyan's eyes
Shall well discern this flame, and take with him
Eke these unlucky tokens of my death."
As she had said, her damsels might perceive
Her with these words fall pierced on a sword,
The blade imbrued, and hands besprent with gore.
The clamor rang unto the palace top,
The bruit ran throughout all th' astonied town.
With wailing great and women's shrill yelling
The roofs gan roar, the air resound with plaint,
As though Carthage or th' ancient town of Tyre
With prease of ent'red enemies swarmed full,
Or when the rage of furious flame doth take
The temples' tops and mansions eke of men.
Her sister Ann, spriteless for dread to hear
This fearful stir, with nails gan tear her face.
She smote her breast, and rushed through the rout
And her dying she clepes thus by her name:
"Sister, for this with craft did you me bourd?
The stack, the flame, the altars, bred they this?
What shall I first complain, forsaken wight?
Loathest thou in death thy sister's fellowship?
Thou shouldst have called me to like destiny:
One woe, one sword, one hour mought end us both.
This funeral stack built I with these hands
And with this voice cleped our native gods,
And cruel so absentest me from thy death?
Destroyed thou hast, sister, both thee and me,
Thy people eke, and princes born of Tyre.
Give here: I shall with water wash her wounds,
And suck with mouth her breath, if aught be left."
This said, unto the high degrees she mounted,
Embracing fast her sister now half dead,
With wailful plaint, whom in her lap she laid,
The black swart gore wiping dry with her clothes.
But Dido striveth to lift up again
Her heavy eyen, and hath no power thereto:
Deep in her breast that fixed wound doth gape.
Thrice leaning on her elbow gan she raise
Herself upward, and thrice she overthrew
Upon the bed, ranging with wand'ring eyes
The skies for light, and wept when she it found.
Almighty Juno having ruth by this
Of her long pains and eke her ling'ring death,
From heaven she sent the goddess Iris down,
The throwing spirit and jointed limbs to loose.
For that neither by lot of destiny
Nor yet by kindly death she perished,
But wretchedly before her fatal day,
And kindled with a sudden rage of flame;
Prosperpine had not from her head bereft
The golden hair, nor judged her to hell.
The dewy Iris thus with golden wings,
A thousand hues showing against the sun,
Amid the skies then did she fly adown,
On Dido's head where as she gan alight:
"This hair," quod she, "to Pluto consecrate,
Commanded I reave, and thy spirit unloose
From this body." And when she thus had said,
With her right hand she cut the hair in twain,
And therewithal the kindly heat gan quench
And into wind the life forthwith resolve.

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