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LXII. For th' one was ravish'd of his own bond-maid, The fair Ixione, captiv'd from Troy; But th' other was with Thetis' love assaid, Great Nereus his daughter, and his joy. On this side them there is a young-man laid, Their match in glory, mighty, fierce, and coy, That from th' Argolick ships, with furious ire Bett back the fury of the Trojan fire.

LXIII. O! who would not recount the strong divorces Of that great war which Trojans oft beheld, And oft beheld the warlike Greekish forces, When Teucrian soil with bloody rivers swell’d, And wide Sigaan shores were spred with corses, And Simois and Xanthus' blood out-weld, Whilst Hector raged with outrageous mind, [tynd ! Flames, weapons, wounds, in Greek's fleet to have

LXIV. For Ida's self, in aid of that fierce fight, Out of her mountains ministred supplies, And like a kindly nurse did yield (for spight) Store of firebronds out of her nurseries Unto her foster children, that they might Inflame the navy of their enemies, And all the Rhætean shore to ashes turn, Where lay the ships which they did seek to burn.

LXV. 'Gainst which the noble son of Telamon Oppos d himself, and thwarting his huge shield, Them battel bad ; gainst whom appear'd anon Hector, the glory of the Trojan field : Both fierce and furious in contention Encountred, that their mighty strokes so shrild, As the great clap of thunder which doth rive The ratling heavens, and clouds asunder drive.

LXVI. So th' one with fire and weapons did contend To cut the ships, from turning home again To Argos, th' others strove for to defend The force of Vulcan with his might and main. Thus th' one, Æacide, did his fame extend, But th' other joy'd that on the Phrygian plain, Having the blood of vanquish’d Hector shed, He compass’d Troy thrice with his body ded.

LXVII. Again great dole on either party grew, That him to death unfaithful Paris sent; And also him that false Ulysses slew, Drawn into danger through close ambushments Therefore from him Laertes' son his view Doth turn aside, and boasts his good event In working of Strymonian Rhæsus' fall, And eft in Dolon's subtile surprisall.

Again the dreadful Cycons him dismay,
And black Læstrigones, a people stout.
Then greedy Scilla, under whom there bay
Many great bandogs, which her gird about :
Then do th' Ætnean Cyclops him affray,
And deep Charybdis, gulphing in and out:
Lastly, the squalid lakes of Tartary,
And griesly fiends of hell him terrify.

There also goodly Agamemnon boasts
The glory of the stock of Tantalus,
And famous light of all the Greekish hosts,
Under whose conduct most victorious,
The Dorick flames consum'd the Iliack posts.
Ah! but the Greeks themselves, more dolorous
To thee, O-Troy! paid penance for thy fall,
In the Hellespont being nigh drowned all.

LXX. Well may appear by proof of their mischance, The changefull turning of mens slippery state, That none whom Fortune freely doth advance, Himself therefore to heaven should elevate; For lofty type of honour, through the glance Of envy's dart, is down in dust prostrate ;

And all that vaunts in worldly vanity : Skall fall through Fortune's mutability.

Th’ Argolick power returning home again,
Enrich'd with spoils of th’ Ericthonian towre,
Did happy wind and weather entertain,
And with good speed the foamy billows scour :
No sign of storm, no fear of future pain,
Which soon ensued them with heavy stoure;
Nereis to the seas a token gave,
The whiles their crooked keels the surges clave.

Suddenly, whether through the god's decree,
Or hapless rising of some froward star,
The heavens on every side enclouded be:
Black storms and fogs are blowen up
That now the pilot can no load-star see,
But skies and seas do make most dreadful war
The billows striving to the heavens to reach,
And th'heavens striving them for to empeach.

And in avengement of their bold attempt,
Both sun and stars, and all the heavenly powres,
Conspire in one to wreak their rash contempt,
And down on them to fall from highest towres;
The sky in pieces seeming to be rent, [showres.
Throws lightning forth, and hail, and harmful
That death on every side to them appears
In thousand forms, to work more ghastly fears:

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LXXIV. Some in the greedy floods are sunk and drent, Some on the rocks of Caphareus are thrown; Some on th' Euboick cliffs in pieces rent, Some scatter'd on the Hercæan shores unknown; And many lost, of whom no moniment Remains, nor memory is to be shown ; Whilst all the purchase of the Phrygian prey, Tost on salt billows, round about doth stray.

Here many other like heroes be,
Equal in honour to the former crue,
Whom ye in goodly seats may placed see,
Descended all from Rome by linage due ;
From Rome, that holds the world in sovereignty,
And doth all nations unto her subdue :
Here Fabij and Decij do dwell,
Horatij, that in vertue did excel.

And here the antique fame of stout Camill,
Doth ever live, and constant Curtius,
Who, stifly bent his vowed life to spill
For country's health, a gulf most hideous
Amidst the town with his own corps did fill,

the powers; and prudent Mutius, Who in his flesh endur'd the scorching flame, To daunt his foe by ensample of the same.


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