O wretched we, reserv'd by cruel fate, Beyond the ruins of the sinking state!
Now sev'n revolving years are wholly run, Since this improsp'rous voyage we begun;Since, toss'd from shores to shores, from lands to lands, Inhospitable rocks and barren sands, Wand'ring in exile thro' the stormy sea, We search in vain for flying Italy.
Now cast by fortune on this kindred land, What should our rest and rising walls withstand, Or hinder here to fix our banish'd band?
O country lost, and gods redeem'd in vain, If still in endless exile we remain!
Shall we no more the Trojan walls renew, Or streams of some dissembled Simois view!
Haste, join with me, th' unhappy fleet consume!
Cassandra bids; and I declare her doom.
In sleep I saw her; she supplied my hands (For this I more than dreamt) with flaming brands:
'With these,' said she, 'these wand'ring ships destroy:
These are your fatal seats, and this your Troy.'
Time calls you now; the precious hour employ:
Slack not the good presage, while Heav'n inspires Our minds to dare, and gives the ready fires.
See! Neptune's altars minister their brands:
The god is pleas'd; the god supplies our hands."Then from the pile a flaming fire she drew, And, toss'd in air, amidst the galleys threw.
Wrapp'd in amaze, the matrons wildly stare:
Then Pyrgo, reverenc'd for her hoary hair, Pyrgo, the nurse of Priam's num'rous race:
"No Beroe this, tho' she belies her face!
What terrors from her frowning front arise!
Behold a goddess in her ardent eyes!
What rays around her heav'nly face are seen!
Mark her majestic voice, and more than mortal mien!
Beroe but now I left, whom, pin'd with pain, Her age and anguish from these rites detain,"She said.The matrons, seiz'd with new amaze, Roll their malignant eyes, and on the navy gaze.
They fear, and hope, and neither part obey:
They hope the fated land, but fear the fatal way.
The goddess, having done her task below, Mounts up on equal wings, and bends her painted bow.
Struck with the sight, and seiz'd with rage divine, The matrons prosecute their mad design:
They shriek aloud; they snatch, with impious hands, The food of altars; fires and flaming brands.
Green boughs and saplings, mingled in their haste, And smoking torches, on the ships they cast.
The flame, unstopp'd at first, more fury gains, And Vulcan rides at large with loosen'd reins:
Triumphant to the painted sterns he soars, And seizes, in this way, the banks and crackling oars.
Eumelus was the first the news to bear, While yet they crowd the rural theater.
Then, what they hear, is witness'd by their eyes:
A storm of sparkles and of flames arise.
Ascanius took th' alarm, while yet he led His early warriors on his prancing steed, And, spurring on, his equals soon o'erpass'd;Nor could his frighted friends reclaim his haste.
Soon as the royal youth appear'd in view, He sent his voice before him as he flew:
"What madness moves you, matrons, to destroy The last remainders of unhappy Troy!
Not hostile fleets, but your own hopes, you burn, And on your friends your fatal fury turn.
Behold your own Ascanius!" While he said, He drew his glitt'ring helmet from his head, In which the youths to sportful arms he led.
By this, Aeneas and his train appear;
And now the women, seiz'd with shame and fear, Dispers'd, to woods and caverns take their flight, Abhor their actions, and avoid the light;Their friends acknowledge, and their error find, And shake the goddess from their alter'd mind.
Not so the raging fires their fury cease, But, lurking in the seams, with seeming peace, Work on their way amid the smold'ring tow, Sure in destruction, but in motion slow.
The silent plague thro' the green timber eats, And vomits out a tardy flame by fits.
Down to the keels, and upward to the sails, The fire descends, or mounts, but still prevails;Nor buckets pour'd, nor strength of human hand, Can the victorious element withstand.
The pious hero rends his robe, and throws To heav'n his hands, and with his hands his vows.
"O Jove," he cried, "if pray'rs can yet have place;If thou abhorr'st not all the Dardan race;If any spark of pity still remain;
If gods are gods, and not invok'd in vain;Yet spare the relics of the Trojan train!
Yet from the flames our burning vessels free, Or let thy fury fall alone on me!
At this devoted head thy thunder throw, And send the willing sacrifice below!"Scarce had he said, when southern storms arise:
From pole to pole the forky lightning flies;Loud rattling shakes the mountains and the plain;Heav'n bellies downward, and descends in rain.
Whole sheets of water from the clouds are sent, Which, hissing thro' the planks, the flames prevent, And stop the fiery pest.Four ships alone Burn to the waist, and for the fleet atone.
But doubtful thoughts the hero's heart divide;If he should still in Sicily reside, Forgetful of his fates, or tempt the main, In hope the promis'd Italy to gain.
Then Nautes, old and wise, to whom alone The will of Heav'n by Pallas was foreshown;Vers'd in portents, experienc'd, and inspir'd To tell events, and what the fates requir'd;Thus while he stood, to neither part inclin'd, With cheerful words reliev'd his lab'ring mind:
"O goddess-born, resign'd in ev'ry state, With patience bear, with prudence push your fate.
By suff'ring well, our Fortune we subdue;Fly when she frowns, and, when she calls, pursue.
Your friend Acestes is of Trojan kind;
To him disclose the secrets of your mind:
Trust in his hands your old and useless train;Too num'rous for the ships which yet remain:
The feeble, old, indulgent of their ease, The dames who dread the dangers of the seas, With all the dastard crew, who dare not stand The shock of battle with your foes by land.
Here you may build a common town for all, And, from Acestes' name, Acesta call."The reasons, with his friend's experience join'd, Encourag'd much, but more disturb'd his mind.
