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Scarronnides: OR, VIRGILE Traveſtie.

A Mock-Poem.

In imitation of the Fourth Book of Virgils Aeneis in Engliſh, Burleſque.

Stultiſſimum credo ad imitandum non optima quaeque pr • pon • re. Plin. Epiſt. 5. lib. 1.

Imprimatur,

Roger L'eſtrange.

LONDON, Printed by E. Cotes for Henry Brome at the Gun in Ivy-lane. 1665.

UPON VIRGILE Traveſtie, the Fourth BOOK. By W. B. Eſq TEll us how he by her commandInſandum Regina, jubes. lib. 2. Told ſtories which ſhould be infand. Which neither Faith nor Troth would hold, If not by Jones or him been told; Yet this muſt needs obtain more credit And be believ'd by thoſe that read it; Whileſt Jones by th' arm of fleſh did doot, This man had all the Gods to boot, Which ſince hath taught ſome folks to ſay as He us'd to ſay, Sum pius Anaeas. Self-commendations ſeem but odly, When themſelves call themſelves the Godly: For my part they may ſave their labours, 'Tis a ſign they live by ill Neighbours: By others hands they may be painted Devils, who by their own are Sainted. But oh, In's ſleep, Mercury chid him From that looſe company, and bid him Haſte for a Kingdom for Iülus, Whoſe children might hereafter rule us, By Revelating Spirits thus we ſee Obtained was theFor Aeneas died ſome 100 of years before Dido built Carthage. Fourth Monarchy: Harriſon and Vane ventured a lift By the ſame Spirit for a Fift. Nor had Anaeas fared better, Had Dido ever ſeen the TraytourThe Roman. Chaſt Queen to be abus'd by ſtory, Virgil's infamy, as Virgil's glory. But let's proceed (though all muſt know it A ſtory falſe) along with Poet. Look into the Cave at all his bravity, And ſhewing tricks of hid concavity. For what did he there, pray! with Dido, No more then either you or Ide do: What! His thick Runn—ſtretched Dido, Her omicron into a wide • : Then let's not make't nor worſe nor better, He only circumflext a letter. Thus having got his will, he muſt Into the Sea make's ſecond thruſt: Nor can her threatnings nor beſeeches, Make him once more let down his br— But he'l away, ſo the advice is, Firſt by Mercury, then by Anchiſes: Nay to move ſtill i'th' godly faſhion, The zealot pleadesFata obſtant; ſequimur te Sancte Deorum, Quiſquis es. Pradeſtination. Let Nan, Right Reaſon urgent be, Yet with our Quakers, Hees not free; Fleſhy Religion plain treachery, To make the Gods pimp to their lechery. But to go on, what's next lets ſee, Hanging or wedding's deſtinie; Thou tells us how th' forſaken elſe, To ſave her cloths did hang her ſelf: Where if ſome ſmall ſhe then bepiſt her, Yet they were made ſweet for her ſiſter With little Soap; for th' yellow water, Of which folks talk, makes ſo much matter, As if great ſtore run down her legg, Was not ſo much would ſweet an Egg. Thus Euphues the rope did prove, Defil'd his breeches for clean love: For if pure love (as people write) At firſt begins with ſhittle come ſh— Hers ending ſo was purely right. But oh! How did her Siſter fare, Finding her dead as Moſs did's Mare: VVringing her hands, crying Eleza One would have thought ſhould been as wiſe a Nother? what haſt thou done oh Dido! Rather be hang'd then bear a by-blow: Then thumpt her breaſt and tore her hair, Cry'd Dido, Dido in her ear, Speak I beſeech thee, prethee ſpeak, Not one poor word for Siſters ſake! But ſhe'd laid ſpeech, her time was come, And thus did Di-Do-end in Dum-Dum: And left her Siſter a great fortune, Sir John Presbyter to importune.
VIRGILE TRAVESTIE. The Fourth Book. AT Regina gravi jamdudum ſaucia cura, Vulnus alit venis, & caeco carpitur igni. Multa viri virtus animo, multuſ que recurſat Gentis honos, haerent infixi pectore vultus. Verba que nec placidam membris dat cura quietens. IN this Fourth Book we find it written, That Dido Queen was deeply ſmitten; Much taken with the Trojan's perſon, Than which a properer was ſcarce one: Much of his breeding did ſhe reckon, But more of what I'am loath to ſpeak on, For which ſhe did ſo ſcald and burn That none but he could ſerve her turn. Poſtea Phoebea luſtrabat lampade terras, Humentem que Aurora polo dimovcrat umbram; Cum ſic unanimem all • quitur male ſana ſororem. The Sun, that ſpruce light-headed fellow With frizled locks of ſanded yellow, The windows crept by radiation, Like ſon begot in fornication, When Dido mad for want of Man, Ev'n thus beſpake her Siſter Nan. Annaſo • or, quae me ſuſpenſam inſomnia terrent? I've been all night (quoth ſhe) my Nancy So ſtrangely troubled in my fancy, I could not reſt till morning peep, Odd Dreams have ſo diſturb'd my ſleep. Quis novus hic noſtris ſucceſſit ſedibus hoſpes? Quem ſeſe ore ferens! quam forti pectore & armis! What a ſtout ſtripling's this Aeneas, That thus has croſt the Seas to ſee us! I do believe, nay dare ſwear for him, No mortal woman ever bore him: Credo equidem (nec vana fides) genus eſſe Deorum. Degeneres animos timer arguit. But ſome great Lady in the skie, That nurſt him up with Furmitie! I hate a baſe cowardly drone, Worſe then a Rigil ten to One: But this bold Trojan I delight in; ——Heu! quibus il • e Jactatus fatis! Quae bella exhauſta canebat! How bravely does he talke of Fighting! I tell thee Nancy, wer't not that Folks would be apt to talk and prate, Should I ſo ſoon, new Suitors have, Ne cui me viaclo poſſum ſociare jugali, Poſtquam Primus amor, &c. Si non pertaeſum thalami tedae que fuiſſet, Huic uni for ſan potui ſuccumbere culpae. My Husband yet ſcarce cold in's grave; And were I not with my firſt honey Half tyr'd as't' were with Matrimony, I could with this ſame youngſter tall, Find in my heart to try a fall. Anna (fatebor enim) miſeri poſt fata Sychaei Conjugis, & ſparſos fraterna caede penates, Solus hic inflexit ſenſus, animum que labantem Impulit: agnoſco veteris veſtigia flammae. I muſt confeſs ſince that ſad ſeaſon, Pigmalion cut my Husbands weazen; This only (not to mince the matter) Is he has made my mouth to water. Sed mibi vel tellus optem prius ima dehiſcat, Aut pater omni potens adig at me—— But may I firſt Jove implore, Sinck thorow this my Chamber floor, Down quick into the Cellar's bottom, 'Ere I commit the thing you wot on; Or any thing by luſt's ſuggeſtion, Anti pudor quam te violem aut tua jura reſolvam. That my good name may bring in queſtion. Sic effata, ſinum lachrymis implevit obortis. Which ſaid, ſhe wept in manner ampler, Than Girle new whipt for looſing Sampler. Nan in her Anſwer was not long, For nimble baggage of her tongue She was, (as ſome would ſay that knew her, As was in that or next Town to her.) Anna refert——— ——O luce magis dilecta ſorori, O Siſter to me dearer farre Than Sunſhine dayes in harveſt are: Solanè perpetuâ m •• rens carpere juventa? Nec dulces natos Veneris nec praemia noris? Wilt thou (quoth ſhe) O woman wood, Still ſtop the current of thy blood, And looſe the time by vain pretences Of making pretty Boyes and Wenches? Wilt thou cut faces evermore For Husband dead, as naile in door? Doſt thou believe, thou puling thing, Id cinerem aut manes credis curare ſepultos? That dead folks care for whimpering? Eſto; aegram nulli quondam flexere mariti; Yield and be naught at laſt; y'ave plaid The fool too long, here be it ſaid, And ſtood too much in your own light, Or long enough ago, you might Non Libyae; non ante Tyro deſpectus Iarbas, Ductoreſque alii quos Africa terr a triumphis Dives alit, &c. Have match't your ſelf, and that well too, Torich and proper men enow. What though you have ſaid many nay, Yea, and burnt day-light, as we ſay, Goodman Iarbas here hard by, And others of good Yeomanry That might have paſt; becauſe forſooth They could not pleaſe your dainty tooth. —Placitone etiam pugnabis a mori? Non venit in mentem, quorum conſeder is arvis? Hinc Getulae urbes, genus inſuperabile bello, Et Numidae infraeni cingunt, & inhoſpita Syrtis Hinc———— Barcaei.———— Muſt you ſtill mince it at this rate With that you would ſo fain be at? You nere conſider what a throng Of ſaucy Knaves you live among. Baſe ill-bred cheating ſurly currs, Raſcals as falſe, as Moor-Landers. Such fellows as I greatly doubt me, If you no better look about ye, And leave this fooliſh twittle twattle, To match with one may tent your cattle, Will in a ſhort ſpace not leave a Gooſe, Turky, or Hen about the houſe: Germani que minas?—— Your Brother too, he ſwears and curſes About his Money baggs and purſes. Diis equidem auſpicibus reor, & Junone ſecunda Huc curſum Iliacas vento tenuiſſe carinas. I do believe that Jove and Juno, (Whom all the world, and I, and you know Have ever been your faithful friends) For ſome moſt ſecret courteous ends. Overblew Neptunes bouncing Ferries, Have hither ſent theſe Trojan Wherries. Oh were theſe Trojans marry'd to us, What good ſuch bonny Lads might do us! Quam tu urbem ſoror hanc cernes! quae ſurgere regna Coajugio tali! Teucrum comitantibus arm's Punicaſe tantis attollet Gloria rebus! What a fine Town would ours be then How bravely ſtor'd with luſty Men! Then without any more ado, Siſter ſay Grace, and ſo fall to: They in good manners ten to one, Will make an offer to be gone; And rather truſt their rotten Barges, Than ſtay to put you to more charges: Tu modo———— Indulge hoſpitio cauſaſque innecte morandi, But you may make 'um at command, As eaſily ſtay as kiſs your hand. Dum pelago deſaevit hyems, & aquoſus Orion, Quaſſ at aeque rates, nondum tractabile caelum. Can you not tell 'um that the weather 'S too cold, or hot (no matter whether) Their Scullers torn, and ſhatter'd ſo, That they muſt mend 'um ere they go; And in concluſion with good reaſon Wiſh 'um t' expect a better ſeaſon. His dictis incenſum animum inflammavit amore, Spemque dedit dubiae—— With ſuch like documents as theſe are, Which the young-ſlut knew beſt would pleaſe her, Nancy ſo tickled up her Grace, That Dido ſcarce knew where ſhe was. Nay ſome affirm a dangerous matter, She'd much ado to hold her water: And counſail'd in that tempting ſtrain, I wonder how ſhe could contain: But certain 'tis, that this advice So wrought upon this Widow nice, That ſhe who Maid, Widow, and Wife, Had priz'd her honour, 'bove her life; ——Menti ſolvit que pudorem. Now car'd no more, for her good Name Than any common trading dame. Principio Delubra adeunt, pacemque per aras Exquir a • t.——— But to the Church (forſooth) anon, That matters might go better on, Like people oth' Phanatick fry Who's ſanctities hypocriſie They muſt, and ſlipping on their Pattens They went, as who ſhould ſay to Mattens. Thither now come, fair Dido ſquats Her bum on baſſock made of Mats: For you muſt know, as ſtory ſayes, Queens, like the godly in theſe dayes, In manner inſolent and ſlightly, Diſdain'd to kneel to God Almighty. But Anna who was but a Spinſter, kneel'd low on ſtones as hard as flints are. Their eyes they rowl'd and bow'd their bodies To this, and t' other God and Goddeſs. Legiferae Cereri, Phoeboque, patrique Lyaeo: To Ceres, Phaebus, and Lyaeus And twenty harder names than A figure ſo new, that Modern Authors have yet no name for't. The' as. Junoni ante omnes, cui vincla jugalia curae. Ipſa tenens d • xtra pateram pulcherrima Dido, &c. But Juno had moſt veneration, As ſhe was Queen of copulation. Prayers being done, up Dido roſe, And to the Prieſt demurely goes; She gently pulls him by the garment, The reverend type of his preferment, And with moſt gracious looks and ſpeeches, To borrow a word or two beſeeches. The Prieſt bow'd low in Aukward wiſe, As 'tis you know Sir Roger's guiſe, And in obſequious manner told her, Her Grace with him might make much bolder. This Prieſt was held a mighty Clark, In myſteries profound and dark; ——Spirantia conſulit exta. Had skill in Phyſick, and was able To tell folkes Fortunes by their Table. Him ſhe conjures, intreats, and prayes With all the cunning that ſhe has, Greaſes his fiſt; nay more engages, Thenceforth to mend his Quarters wages, If he would but reſolve the doubt That ſhe then came to him about. But 't' had been vain, had he been wiſer Or to inſtruct, or to adviſe her, Heu vatum ignare mentes • quid vota furentem, Quid Delubra juvant? eſt mollis flamma medullas Interea, & tacitum vivit ſub pectore vulaus. Alas! poor Prieſt! how fruitleſs is't To judge by Phyſnomy or Fiſt, Or what do Prophecies avail When women have a whisk i'th' tayle? Uritur inſoelix Dido, toia que vagatur Urbe furens.—— Dido for love in woful wife, Bubbles, and boyls, and broyls, and fries, And in her am'rous moods and tenſes, Even like one out of her ſenſes, About the Town ſhe runs and reels, VVith all the School-boys at her heels. So have I ſeen in paſtures fair, VVhere Cattle educated are: ——Qualis conject a cerva ſagitta, Quam procul, &c. An heifer young when ſhe doth itch, VVith Gad breeze ſticking in her breech, From ſhady brake on ſuddain riſe, And with her tail erect to skies, —Illa fuga ſylvas ſaltuſque peragrat. Run through the field with frisks and kicks In various capreolls and tricks. Some eaſe poor thing alaſs! to find; —Haeret lateri lethalis arundo. VVhen loe the ſting ſticks faſt behind: One while ſhe takes her Nunc media Aeneam ſecum per moenia ducit: Sidoinaſque oſteatat opes, urbemque paratam. luſty lover, Meaning her paſſion to diſcover; She leads him out from place to place, And ſhows him all that ere ſhe has; Diſcloſes all her ſecret wealth, And ſayes, if Jove ſend life and health, That ſhe (though ſimple there ſhe ſtand) VVill make that Living as good land, If ſhe continue but a while on't, As any lies within five mile on't. Then ſhe Incipit effari, mediaque in voce reſiſtit. begins to mump and ſmatter, VVilling to break into the matter, And ask the queſtion when (alaſs!) To ſee how things will come to paſs! VVhen ſhe moſt fain her mind would break, She rather could have broke her neck Than ſpeak a word, vertue forſooth, And modeſty, ſo ſtopt her mouth. Nunc eadem labente die convivia quaerit: Over and over then ſhe treats Him, and his Mates, with ſundry meats, VVhileſt Trojans round beſiege her boards, Merry as Greeks, and drunk as Lords. Iliacoſ que iterum demens audire labores Expoſcit, pendet que iterum narrantis ab ore. And ſure as ere they ſit to Table, She call's again to hear Troy's Fable: Nay lov'd it ſo, that ſhe 'tis ſaid, The Ballad then of Troy-town made. VVe owe her for't, and let us pay't her; VVho Engliſht it, was her Tranſlator. Poſt ubi digreſſi, lumenq que obſcura viciſſim Luna, premit, ſuadent que cadentia ſydera ſomnos: Now when with rakeing up the fire Each one departs to Bedford-ſhire: And pillows all ſecurely ſnort on, Like Organiſts of fain'd Hogs-Norton; Sola domo moeret vacu • , ſtratiſ que relictis Incub at——— Dido, poor Queen, alone doth lie, Dreaming on true-love's Phyſnomy: And in that humour ſhe the ſmall Aut gremio Aſcanium, genitoris imagine capta Detinct, infandum ſi fallere poſſit amorem. Aſcanius takes: Troy's Juvenall; And in her lap on tuft of Sorrel, Laying the little wanton Gorrel, Oft would ſhe ſighing ſay, This Lad, Oh that he were but like his Dad! This life the wofull Dido led, Eke at her board, and eke at bed, Non coeptae aſſurgunt turres: non arma juventus Exercet, portuſve aut propugnacula bello Tuta parant; Pendent opera interrupta, minae que Murorum ingentes, aequata que machina coelo. Qu •• ſimul ac tali perſenſit peſte teneri Chdra Jovis conjux, nec famam obſtare furori; T •• ibu • aggreditur Venerem Saturnia d • ctis: Her houſewifery no more regarding, Neither her ſpinning, nor her carding; But like a Dame of wits bereaven, Let all things go at ſix and ſeaven. Which when Queen Juno (for theſe two Were Clove and Orange, you muſt know) Perceiv'd, and that, then blind checks blinder, She threw all care and ſhame behind her, She Venus in theſe words accoaſts, Tu que puerque tuus: magnum & memorabile nome • , Una dolo divum ſi ſoemina victa duorum eſt. You, and your ſon may make your boaſts, VVith ſhame enough, that God, and Goddeſs, Like ſublunary buſie-bodies, To make a woman light as feather Do lay your learned heads together. Nec me adeo fallit, veritam te moenia noſtra Suſpectas habuiſſe domos Carthaginis altae. 'Twas not for nought that I was ever Afraid of your two coming hither. You, and your little blinking Urchin Againſt this Town have ſtill been lurking; Sed quis erit modus? aut quo nunc certamine tanto? But when ſhall we give o're this puther And leave off vexing one another? Be thou but nice, I'le be thy friend, Quin potius pacem aeteraam, pactoſ que hymenaeos Exercemus? habes tota quod mente petiſti. Ardet amans Dido, traxit que per • ſſa furorem; Communem hunc ergo popu • um paribuſ que regamus Auſpiciis.———— Let's marry um, and there's an end. Thou haſt thy wiſh, thy little Archer Has made our Dido mad as March-hare. Then let us all old quarrels quitt, Leave being ſuch a peeviſh Titt: —liceat Phrygio ſervire marito, Dotaleſ que tuae Tyrios permittere dextrae. Troy Lads ſhall marry Tyrian Laſſes, And we will be as merry as paſſes. Olli (ſenſit enim ſimulata mente locutam) Venus who knew ſhe did but glaver, For all the fine ſmooth words ſhe gave her, And proffer'd love's not worth a Cow-turd, (You know) if ſpoke but from teeth outward, Sic contra eſt ingreſſa Venus— Like cunning Quean in ſmiles array'd her. And in her own coyn thus ſhe pay'd her. O Juno Queen, Jove's Bedfellow, VVho here above, or who below, ——Quis talia demens Ab • ua? aut tecum malit contendere bello? VVith thee would quarrel or contend, And not ſtill reſt thy loving friend? I like the motion well, but that Si modo quod memo as, factum fortuna ſequatur; Sed fatis incerta feror; Ni Jupiter unam Eſſe velit—— There's one main thing I ſtumble at; And that in downright truth is this, (Jove pardon if I think amiſs,) I am afraid, (this doubt I put ye In deed-law now is ſomething ſmutty) But I the ſcruple muſt not ſmother; VVomen you know, to one another May freely ſpeak) I (here bee't ſaid 'Twixt you and mee) am ſore afraid, My ſon's ſo boyſterous, that he Perchance may wrong her Majeſty. —Quam ſic excaepit Regia Juno, Mecum erit iste labor:—— At that Queen Juno ſmil'd, and ſaid; Of that (wench) never be afraid, For if they once come one to'th t'other, Shee'l ſcape as well as did her Mother: If then that Dido; and thy ſon, To do as other folks have done, ——Nunc qua ratione, quod inſtat C • nfieri p • ſſit, paucis (adverte) docebo. Thou give conſent: (mark) & in few words VVich ſhal be friendly words & true words; I'le tell thee how I've caſt about, And laid a plot to bring 'um to't. Venatum Aeneas, unaque miſerrima Dido In nemus ire parant, ubi primos craſtinus ortus Extuleri • Titan, radiiſque retexerit orbem. To morrow ere the Sun (Heaven bleſs him) Can ſee to riſe, at leaſt to dreſs him. Aeneas and the Queen have made, (The Queen and he I ſhould have ſaid) A match to go, after her wonting, Into the VVoods a Squirrel hunting: Now I, whilſt all on every ſide, The thickets round are occupide: And eagerly their Game are following, As hunters uſe, whooping and hollowing: His ego nigrantem commiſta grandine nimbu • , Dum • repidant alae, ſaltuſ que indagine cingunt, Deſuper infundam— VVill cauſe big bellyed clouds to pow •• Upon their Coxcombs ſuch a ſhowre, And will with rain, and hail ſo clout 'um, They'ſt not have one dry thred about 'um. ——& toni • ru coelum omne ciebo. Beſides ſuch thunder-claps ſhall burſt out, As ſome of um ſhall ſmell the worſe for't. Diffugient comites, & nocte tegen • ur opaca. Trojans and Tyrians helter-skelter, Will then all run to ſeek for ſhelter. Then each one there will ſhift for one, And leave the Queen and him alone. Speluncam Dido, dux & Trojanus candem D • veni • nt: adero, & tua ſi mihi certa voluntas, Connubio jungam, &c. Dido and Bilbo in this caſe, Shall finde a Cave as fit a place For ſuch an uſe, ſo fine and dark, That if Aeneas be a ſpark, They there in ſpite of all foul weather, May take a gentle touch together: So each of other may have proof, —ſtabili, propriam que dicabo; Hic Hymenaeus erit.—— And marry after, time enough. Venus who very well could fadom The bottom of this ſubtle Maddam, Soon ſmelt her practice, art and plott, (For you muſt know the ſent was hott) Yet that ſhe might her malice blind, And fit the Lady in her kinde, ——Non adverſata petenti Annuit, at que dolis riſit Cytheraea repertis. She ſeems her free conſent to give, And trips it, laughing in her ſleeve. Oceanum interea ſurgens aurora reliquit: It portis jubare exerto delecta juvent •• : Retia rara, plag • —— Mean while the Sun as it his courſe is, Got up to dreſs and water's Horſes; VVhen out the merry Hunters come, VVith them a fellow with a DrummeA very neceſſary inſtrument in Squirrel hunting., Your Tyrian Squirrels will not budg elſe, Well arm'd they were —Lato venabula ferro, with ſtaves and cudgels, Tykes too they had of all ſorts,———Et od •• a canum vis. Bandogs, Cuts, Spaniels, Water-dogs, and Land-dogs. Reginam thalamo cunctantem, ad limina primi Poe • orum expectant. Theſe for the Queen expecting tarry, VVho longer lay than ordinary; For ſhe at night could take no eaſe, She had been bit ſo ſore with Fleas. ——Oſtroque inſignis & auro •• at ſonipes, ac fraena ferox ſpumantia mandit. Her Mare well trapt of her own ſpinning, Ty'd to the pales ſtood likewiſe whinnying; For why (as Poets ſing the Fable) Her foal was bolted up i'th' Stable. Tandem progreditur. At laſt ſhe ſallies from the Houſe, As fine and brisk as body louſe. Sid • niam picto chlamydem circumdata lymbo, She Hood and Safeguard had bran new, The lace was yellow, cloth was blew: Faſt to her girdle, ty'd with thong, Cui pharetra ex auro—— • urea purpuream ſubnectit fibula veſtem. A bunch of Keyes compleatly hung: For why well knew the thriſty Queen, That Servants ſtill have ſlippery been: Which made her carefull of her pelf Evermore keep her Keyes her ſelf. ———et lae • us Jülus. With her Jülus came, that ſtripling, A youth een ſpoyl'd for want of whipping; For's Father and his fooliſh Granam Had ever made a wanton to him: ——ipſe ante alios pulcherrimus omnes Infert ſe ſocium Aeneas— But when his Sire appear'd in play, Mounted upon his Galloway, 'Tis ſaid by ſome that better knew him, The reſt look't like Tooth-drawers to him: Qualis ubi hybernam Lyciam, Xanthi que fluenta Deſerit, ac Delum maternum inviſit Apollo, Inſtaura • que choros:— No ſprightly Groom ſo trim and trick is, That juſt upon preferments prick is, ——Mollique fluentem Fronde premit crinem fingens atque implicat auro: ——Haud illo ſegnior ibat Aeneas, tantum egregio decus enilet ore. As was Aeneas, ſtories ſay, When clad in cloaths of Holy-day. His breeches ſav'd from Troys combuſtion Were Kendal, and his Doublet Fuſtian; Pinck't with moſt admirable grace, And richly laid with green-ſilk-lace. Tela ſonant humeris—— Athwart his brawny ſhoulders came A Bauldrick made, and trim'd with' ſame; Where Twibil hung with basket hilt, Grown ruſty now, but had been gilt: Or guilty elſe of many a thwack, With dudgeon Dagger at his back. Upon his head, he wore a hat, Inſtead of Sattin fac'd with fat, Which being limber-grown, we find Moſt ſwaſhingly pin'd up behind; With brooch as gawdy, and as tall, As very foremoſt horſe of all. In beſt apparel thus aray'd, They now begin their Cavalcade Towards the woods, Poſtquam altos ventum in montes, atque iavia ſaxa, E • ce ſerae ſaxi dejectae vertice— where being ere long Arriv'd (for 'twas not paſt a furlong From Carthage, as the learned compute it, And let who has been there confute it) They every way diſperſe themſelves, To watch the little nimble Elves; As who ſhould ſay, Come this, or that way, T'other, or any way, have at ye. The Drummer now 'gan lay about him, And all the people fall a ſhouting, Such peals they gave of men, and boyes, A man could hardly hear for noyſe; Nay Dido Queen, they ſwore that heard it, Shouted as loud as any there did. Decurrere jugis; alia de parte patentes Tranſmittunt cu • ſu campos, atque agmina Sq (cervi) lls Pulvetulenta ſuga, glomerant, montem que relinquunt. The frighted Squirrel's ſtumps belabour As they had danc't to Pipe and Tabour; Skipping and leaping in their dances From tree to tree, ore boughs and branches, Now on the utmoſt top, and then, At one leap at the root again. At puer Aſcanius mediis in vallibus acri Gaudet equo; jamque hos curſu, jam praeterit ilbos: Spumantemque dari (pecora inter in • r ia) vatis Optat aprum, aut ſulvum deſcendere monte l • onem. But young Aſcanius hops o'th' houſe, Car'd not for Squirrelling a louſe; For he's, whilſt they are at their chace, Playing at hide and ſe • k, or Baſe, Among his mates, and wiſhes rather, (And ſo the Stripling told his Father,) For naughty Vermine, that would bite him, Or Throſtle neaſt, though't did— Intera magno miſceri murmure coelwn Incipit:—— Mean while the clouds began to clatter, And to poure down whole pailes of water, The thunder quite outroar'd the drum, Inſequitur comm • ſta grandine nimbus, Et Tyrii comites paſſim, & Trojana juventus, D • daniuſque nepos Veneris, diverſa per agros Tecta metu petiere; ruunt de montibus amnes. ———ſulſere ignes—— And hail ſtones bigger than ones thumb Came pelting down. Then all to ſave 'um, Ran as if twenty Devils drave 'um. Whilſt young Aſcanius, and his mates, Were waſht and daſht like water-Rats. Fair Dido then for all her whoops, Bang'd her old Mare about the ſtoops, And jogg'd her buttocks, though a Queen, For fear of being wet to th' skin; Nay even Aeneas ſelf, forgetting His reputation. ſhruncke i'th' wetting, And ran, or would have done at leaſt, But that his Horſe, a ſober beaſt, Proceeded ſlow, with motion grave, And crav'd the ſpurre, in care to ſave His Maſters neck, as ſome ſuppoſe, Though his care was to ſave his cloaths. He ſpurr'd; nor yet was Dido idle, For gingle, gingle went her bridle, Speluucam Dido, dux & Trojanus eandem Deveniunt; prima & Tellus & pronuba Juno Dant ſignum—— Till Fortune, or Dame Juno rather, Clapt 'um into a Cave together. The Cave ſo darkſome was, that I do Think Joan had been as good as Dido: But ſo it was, in that hole they Grew intimate as one may ſay: The Queen was blith as bird in tree, And bill'd as wantonly, whilſt hee ———Conſcius aether Conjugii———— By hinlock ſeazing faſt occaſion, Slipt into Dido's converſation: And in that very place and ſeaſon, 'Tis thought Aeneas did her reaſon, Illa dies primus lethi, primuſque malorum canſa fuit.—— This ſport of miſchief much was cauſe, For ſweet-meat will have ſowre ſauce; And there their time in Cave ſo ſpending, Beginning was of Dido's ending. Her Majeſty now no more nice is; —Neque enim ſpeci • ſamave movetur, Nec jam furtivum Dido meditatur amorem. Nor ſeeks ſhe now by fine devices, To hide her ſhame, but leads a life, As if they had beenConjugium vocat, hoc praetexit nomine culpam. man and wife. Extemplo Lybiae magnas it fama per urbes: Fama———— At this a wench call'd Fame flew out To all the good-Towns round about. This Fame was daughter to a Cryer, That whilome liv'd in Carthage-Shire, Parva metu primo, mox ſeſe attollit in auras: Ingreditur que ſolo, & caput inter nubila condit. Mobilitate viget, vireſque acquirit euade. A little prating ſlut, no higher, When Dido firſt arriv'd at Tyre, Than this—But in a few years ſpace Grown up a luſty ſtrapping laſs. A long and laſie quean I ween She was, brought up to ſow, nor ſpin, Nor any kind of Houſewifery, To get an honeſt living by; —Pedibus celerem, & pernicibus alis: Cui tot vigiles oculi——— Tot linguae, lotidem ora ſ • nant, tot, ſubrigit • ures. But ſauntred idely up and down, From houſe to houſe, and town to town; To ſpie and liſten after news Which ſhe ſo miſchievouſly brews; That ſtill what ere ſhe ſees or hears, Sets folks together by the ears. Monſtrum horrendum, ingens— This baggage that ſtill took a pride to Slander and back-bite poor Queen Dido; Becauſe the Queen once on detection, Sent her to th' Manſion of Correction. Haec tum multiplici populos ſermone replebat, Gaudens,——— Glad ſhe had got this tale by th' end, Runs me about to foe and friend; Veniſſe Aeneam Trojano a ſanguine cretum: Cui ſe palchra viro dignetur jungere Dido. Nunc hyemem inter ſe luxu, quam longa, fovere, Regnorum imm • m • res, tu • pique cupidine captos. And tells 'um that a fellow came From Troy, or ſuch a kind of Name, To Tyre, about a fortnight ſince, Whom Dido feaſted like a Prince: Was with her alwayes, day and night, Nor could endure him from her ſight, And that 'twas thought ſhe meant to marry him: Haec paſſim deafaeda virum diffundit in ora. At this rate talkt the foul-mouth'd carrion! Protinus ad regem curſus det • rquet Iarbam: At laſt ſhe does t' Iarbas goe, Fama malum quo non aliud velocius ullum. Hie Ammone ſa • us.——— Cen • um aras poſuit—— ———Pecudumque cruore Pingue ſolum & variis florentia limina ſertis. She never in ſuch things was ſlow, And tells him all. Now this Iarbas, For Dido's love was in a hard-caſe, And had been long. Oft did he woe her, And did the beſt he could do to her: But ſtill in vain he broke his mind, 'Twas throwing ſtones againſt the wind; For though ſhe wiſe and wealthy knew him, Dido had nothing to ſay to him. 'Tis true, the field he had great flocks on, Sheep, Goats, and Cowes, Horſes and Oxen; With money ſtore, and other riches; But one fowl flaw he had in's breeches That ſpoil'd all; For ſhe had heard the thing, One time, as ſhe was Goſſiping: As in ſuch matters, while you live, Women will be inquiſitive: Which was that he (as ſtory tells) A Rupture had, or ſomewhat elſe: But 'twas enough to make her hate him, Nay even as 'twere abominate him. When fame had told him of the Trojan, Iſque amens animi, & rumore accenſus amaro. Iarbas took it in ſuch dudgeon, Such high abuſe, and evil part, He almoſt could have found in's heart, T'have tane his knife or elſe his Hanger, But yet the man had wit in's anger: And ſince to curſe it was no boot, He'd try if praying would not doo't; Dicitur ante aras—— Multa Jovem manibus ſupplex oraſſe ſupinis: And therefore thus in heavy chear, Made his caſe known to Jupiter. Jupiter omnipotens, cui nunc Mauruſia pictis Gens epulata toris Lenae um libat honorem, Aſpicis haec? an te genitor cum fulmina torques, Nequicquam horremus?—— O Jupiter moſt great and able, Whoſe health I every day at Table, Drink once or twice! Doſt thou (O where is Thy ſight!) not ſee, what doings here is! ——Caecique in nubibus ignes Terrificant animos—— —Et inania murmura miſcent? Shall we when thou thunderſt, doſt think, So as to ſowre all our drink; And when the clouds in ſtormes do burſt, Not care, but did thee do thy worſt! Foemina, quae noſtris errans in finibus— A Wandring woman that had ſcarce A rag to hang upon her— When ſhe came hither firſt; and would Have then been glad to work for food: Is now forſooth, ſo proud (what elſe!) And ſtands ſo on her pantables, ——Connubia noſtra R • ppulit, ac dominum Aeneam in r • gna recepit. That ſhe has ſaid me nay moſt ſlightly, And (on the very nonce to ſpite me) Has marry'd a ſpruce youth they ſay, (Whom ſome ill wind ble • that away) One ſquire Aeneas, a great Kelf, Some wandring hang-man like her ſelf: Et nunc ille Paris—— ——Rapto potitur: nos munera templis Quippe tuis ferimus, famamque ſovennus inanem. And now this Swabber, by the maskins, Has Dido by the Gally-Gaskins, VVhilſt I (for ſtill thou deafiſh art too't) May pray, and pray, and pray my heart out. Talibus orantem dictis, araſque tenentem Audiit omnipotens; oculoſque ad moe • ia torſit Regia, & oblitos famae mclioris amantes. Thus wofully Iarbas pray'd: VVhilſt Jove heard every word he ſaid; And turning ſtraight his eyes to Tyre, To look for Dido, and her ſquire, All in a Chamber finely matted, He very fairly ſpide 'um ſquatted. At which as 'twere, ſomewhat in fury, He calls his nimble youth Mercury, And thus beſpake him, Sirrha hear ye, Put on the wings that uſe to bear ye, Away to Carthage; there's a ſtranger, A Trojan lies at rack and manger: Non illum nobis genitrix pulcherrima talem. Promiſit——— Tell him from me that his ſmug Mother, Did paſs her word that he another Manner of life and converſation Should lead, and leave this occupation. Tunc ſic Mercurium alloquitur, ac talia mandat, Vade, age, nate, voca Zephyros, & labere pennis Da • daniumque ducem, Tyria Carthagine qui nunc Expectat——— Alloquere, & celeres deſer mea dicta per • u • as. —Graiumque ideo bis vindicat armis. Or twice the Graecian Cavaleers Had beaten's brains about his ears, Ere this: and tell him more Sed fore qui graviddm imperiis belloque frementem Italiam regeret, genus alto a ſanguine Teucri Proderet, et totum ſub leg • s mitteret orbem. that he, Who means to conquer Italy, Muſt with his work goe through ſtitches, And not run hunting after bitches: Si nulla accendit tantarum gloria rerum, Nec ſuper ipſe ſuâ molitur laude laborem, But if he will not venture's pate. A rap or too for an Eſtate, As by his prancks it doth appear, Aſcanione pater Romanas invidit arces, Nec prolem A • ſoniam, et Laviaia reſpicit arva? Methinks though he might do'r for's heir. Quid ſtruit? aut qua ſpe inimica in gente moratur? Ask what the Devil 'tis he means, To ſpend his time thus among queans: Not minding miſchiefs, nor miſhaps; Nor fearing Dido's after-claps. Naviget: haec ſumma eſt, hic noſtri nuncius eſto. Bid him be trudging he were beſt; If I come to him, I proteſt, I'le ſend him packing elſe ſuch new-wayes, He ſhall remember me theſe two-dayes. Dixcrat. Ille patris magni parere parabat Imperio——— This ſaid, Jove need not bid him twice, Away he trips it in a trice, To make him ready to be gone: —Et primum pedibus talaria nectit Aurea: quae ſublimem alis ſive aequora ſupra, Seu terram, rapido pariter cum flamine portant. And firſt his pumps he faſtned on; Which being neatly pinckt and cut, And finely fitted to his foot: Had wings tyde on with thongs of leather, Or Taching ends, I know not whether. Which he could flie withall as well, As he'd been brought up too't from th' ſhell▪ Tum virgam capit; hac animas ille evocat Orco Pallentes, alias ſub triſtia Tartara mittit, Dat ſomnos adimitque, & lumina morte reſignat. Then in his hand he takes a thick Bat, With which he us'd to play at Kit cat; To beat mens Apples from their trees, With twenty other rogueries; Beſides (as Rake-hells will abuſe dayes) To throw at Cocks upon Shrove-Tueſdayes. Ill • ſretus agit ventos, et turbida tranat Nubila—— Thus dight he like a Partridge ſprings Cutting the ayre with nimble wings: 'Twas well his care had tyde um faſt, Elſe ten to one hee'd flowne his laſt: No Swallow could have overgone him, He flew as if a Hawk had flowne him, Untill he ſaw a very high-Hill, A higher Hill by farre then my Hill; —Jamque volans apicem, et latera ardua cernit Atlantis duri,—— Attlas 'twas call'd; So high a one That Pen-men-Maure's, a cherry-ſtone Compar'd: you could not thruſt a knife 'Twixt Heaven and it, to ſave your Life; ——Caelum qui vertice ſulcit. It props the skye, as Virgil marks, Or elſe 'tis thought we ſhould have larks: Hic primum paribus nitens Cyllenius alis Conſtitit: Here firſt did Mercury alight, To bait, and reſt him after's flight; Where having prun'd his heeles a little And ſmooth'd his Plumes with Tis conceiv'd he did that before he bayted. faſting ſpittle —Huic toto praeceps ſe corpore ad undas Miſit—; From thence he took another freak As if he meant to break his neck. — • vi ſimilis quae circum littora circum Piſcoſos ſcopulos humilis volat aequora juxta: Haud aliter terras inter, caelumque volabat Littus arenoſum Lybiae, ventoſque ſecabat. Even as a Hawk her ſelf doth carry From kill-ducks place to ſtoope her quarry: So Mercury to mortal view, Himſelf from Atlas head-long threw. Stones caſt by fam'd Pariſian ſlinger, Compar'd to him, would ſeem to linger; And Arrows looſt from Gro • b-ſtreet bow In Finsbury, to him are ſlow: Nay Lightning darted from above, With flaming tail from angry Jove, Would in compariſon appear, To creep like lazie loyterer. In primum alatis tetigit Magnalia plantis; Aeneam fundantem arces, ac tecta novantem Conſpicit:——— The firſt place after this vagary, He lighted on, was Dido's dayry; Whence he Aeneas ſoon did ſpy, Ord'ring her Highneſs husbandry: He took upon him as her Spouſe, And vapour'd like the man o'th' houſe; For all that time, as't came to paſs, In quarrel high engag'd he was, And ready in his fumigation (As Hiſtories do make relation) To fall to logger-heads, as't appears, With a few ſaucy Carpenters: Who building were a houſe of eaſe, For Dido in Neceſſities: They would not follow his advice (As work-men ſtill are over-wiſe) VVhich made him foame, and flirt out ſpittle, Becauſe they made the holes too little. Illi ſtellatus jaſpide ſalva Enſis erat———. Down hanging by his ſide he had, A dangerous bright-browne flaſhing blade, 'T had beene new furbuſht up at Tyre, A better never paſt the fire. ———Tyrioque ardebat murice Laena Demiſſa ex humeris: Dives qnae munera Dido Fecerat, et ten • i telas diſcreverat auro. A Jacket on his back he wore, Lin'd through, and through with Cony Fur, Given as a preſent by the Queen: It had indeed her Husband's been; But neither by the Nap, nor tearing Was it a pin the worſe for wearing. This (as of either Queene, or King Vile people will be cenſuring) Was given Aeneas for a charme, And though the Queen might think no harm; Yet ſome have giv'n a parlous hint, Of a ſtrange hidden vertue in't. Ecquip't thus fine Mercury found him, Continuo invadit: tu nunc Carthaginis altae Fundamenta locas, pulchramque uxoribus urbem Extruis, (heu!) regni rerumque oblite tuarum. Ipſe d • ûm tibi me claro demi • tit Olympo Reg • ator coelum, & terras qui numine torquet. And roundly in his ear thus round him. Thou here thy ſelf moſt buſie makes, In building for the Queen a Jakes; But never think'ſt, ſuch is thy wiſeneſs, What ſhall become of thy own buſineſs: The thunder-thumper who by threaves, Makes men to quake like Aſpen-leaves; Ipſe haec ferre jubet celeres mandata per auras, Quid ſtruis? aut quâ ſpe Lybicis teris otia terris? He whom the reſt o'th' Gods do honour, Has ſent me from Olympus Mannor, To ask thee what thou do'ſt intend, Thy time thus wickedly to ſpend; And loyter here like a Hum-drum, Not caring what thou doſt, nor whom. Si te nulla movet tantarum gloria rerum Nec ſuper ipſe tuâ—&c.— He ſayes, though fearful, as a ſtranger, Thy cox-comb thou'lt not bring in danger To mend thy ſtate, nor get thy living By any honeſt way of thriving: Aſcanium ſurgentem, & ſpes haeredis Jüli Reſpice: cui regnum Italiae, Romana que tellus Dehentur.— He thinks though thou might'ſt take ſome care Of him that is thy Son and Heir, And not thraſh here like Bore unworthy VVhen he has made proviſion for thee. —Tali Cyllenius ore locutus. Mortales viſus medio ſermone reliqut, Et procul in tenuem ex oculis evanuit auram. Mercury vaniſht having ſpoke as Y'ave heard like any Hocus-Pocus, And home-ward did forthwith aſpire, Nor ever ſtay'd to drink at Tyre. At vero Aeneas aſpectu obmutuit amens, Arrectae que borrore comae, & vox ſaucibus haeſit. But Don Aeneas at the viſion VVas in a very ſad condition; He could not ſpeak to Foe or Friend, And eke his Hair did ſtand on end So ſtiff, it thruſt his Hat ſo far Above his Head into the air, That a great Turky might have flown, Betwixt his Bonnet and his Crown. Half frighted out on's little wit; Ardet abire fuga——— He now had eggs (I faith) o'th' ſpit, 'Till he was gone:Heu! quid agat?——— But how (alaſs!) To break the matter to her Grace, He knew no more, the baſhful Groom, Than did the furtheſt man of Rome: ——Quo nunc Reginam ambire furentem Audeat affatu? & quae prima exordia ſumat? Atque animum nunc huc celerem, nunc dividit illuc, In parteſque rapit varias—— Nor could he frame him to begin, T' appeaſe that loving ſoul the Queen: For nought more vexes Womens bloods, Than to be left ſo in the ſuds. In this quandary ſcratching's pate, After a penſive long debate He calls at laſt his fellow Rake-hells, Claſſem aptent taciti, ſocios ad littora cogant, Anna parent,——— And bid's um get their tools, and tackles, Aboard their wherries, and be heedful, To lay in all things that were needful, Eſpecially meat: ——Et quae ſit rebus cauſa novandis, Diſſimulent: quando interca optima Dido Ne • ciat.———— but ſtowe it, So ſecretly that none might know it; That on occaſion in a trice Sir They might be gone, and none the wiſer; And ſince he humbly did conceive, To ſteale away, and take no leave, VVould be uncivil, and enough To tear a heart though made of Buffe: He was reſolv'd to take the Queen, —Et quae molliſſima fandi Tempora, 〈…〉 modus.— VVhen ſet upon ſome merry pin, And tell her plain with vows moſt fervent, He was her Graces humble Servant. At Regina dolos (quis fallere poſſit amantem?) But Dido Carthage Queen (for who Can think to cheat a woman ſo?) VVas ſoon, I warrant you, aware O'th' ſlippery trick he meant to play her. 'Tis true ſhe ever had been jealous Of all ſuch vagrant kind of fellows, And kept her things ſafe under lock, Ere ſince the ſtealing of her Smock: But now to adde unto her fear, She had it buzz'd into her ear Praeſenſit, motuſ que excepit prima futuros, Ownia tuta timens.—— By that miſchievous prating VVhore, Fame, that I told you of before; ——Eadem impia fama furenti Detulit.—— Not as they ſay out of good will, But to be brewing miſchief ſtill, That he for all his fair pretences ———Armari claſſem, curſum que parari. Had greas'd his Boots and waſht his Benches, And now was ready ſet on wheels, To ſhew a nimble pair of heels. Saevit inops animi; totam que incenſa per urbem Bacchatur——— This ſudden news, I do aſſure yee, Put Dido in a deſp'rate fury, And made her frisk about and gad, That all her people thought her mad; Whilſt ſhe from houſe to houſe did flie, As ſhe had run with hue and crie. ——Qualis commotis excita ſacris Thyas, ubi audilo ſtimulant Trieterica Baccho Orgia, nocturnuſque vocat clamore Cythaeren. Even as a Philly never ridden, When by the Jocky firſt beſtridden, If naughty boy do thruſt a nettle Under her Dock, to try her mettle, Does riſe and plunge, curvet and kick, Enough to break her riders neck; Even ſo Queen Dido at that tide, Laying all Majeſty aſide, Play'd ſuch mad freaks, that well were they Could furtheſt get out of her way. Thus flinging round from place to place, At laſt to make it ſhort, her Grace Finds me amongſt a crew of Mad-Gaps, Aeneas at one Mother Red-Caps. Well overtane (quoth ſhe) half weeping, Tandem his Aeneam compellat vocibus ull •• ▪; Aeneas thour't a pretious Pepin, To think to ſteal ſo ſlily from me, When thou haſt had thy foul will o' me. Diſſimulare etiam ſper aſti perfide, tantum Poſſe • eſas? tacituſque meâ decedere terrâ, Nec te noſter amor, • ee te data dextera quondant —Tenet?—— Could not my Love (thou knave) have ſtay'd thee; Nor yet the promiſe thou haſt made mee; Nor that thou knowſt if thou wert gone My work would all be left undone; But that thou It ſlinck away thou Varlet, And leave me like forſaken Harlot? Quin etiam hyber no moliris ſydere claſſem, Et mediis properas Aquilonibus ire per altum: Crudelis—, In winter too, o're bluſtring Seas, When it 'twixt two a bed doth freeze? ——Quid ſi non arva alicna, domoſque Ignotas peteres?——— Mene ſ • gis?—— What though thou hadſt as thou haſt none A Houſe to go to, of thine own, Could'ſt find yet in thy heart to 'reave me Of thy dear Company, and leave me? ———Per egohas lachrymas, dextramque tuam te, Per Connu • ia noſt • a, per incaeptos hymenaeos. By this laſt Rhume thou ſeeſt that wets My cheeks, and by thy hand that ſweats, I'me Brief, by the whole matters Carriage And by the Earneſt of our Marriage: And by thoſe ſweet delights we ſtole, When the rayne drave thee into th' hole; Si be • e quid te merui, fuit aut tibi quicquam Dulce meum, miſerere domus labentis— O •• ſi quis adhuc precibus locus— I fought there pleaſ'd thee, or ſince any Other delights, as we have had many, I do beſeech thee Trojan fine, Not to undo both me, and mine. Te propter Lybicae gentes, Nomadumque Tyranni Odere infenſi Tyrii; te propter eundem Extinctus pudo,—— For thy ſweet ſake the knaviſh Lydians, The Tyrians, and the vile Namidians, In midſt of which is my abode, Hate me, as one would hate a Toad. For thee I firſt forewent all ſhame, ——Et quâ ſolâ ſidera adibam, Fama P • i •• .—— And that I liv'd by my good name, And wilt thou having ſpent thy ardour, And eat me out of houſe and harbour, ———Cui me moribundam deſeris hoſpes. So baſely to my foes betray me, And neither ſtay with me, nor pay me? Quid moror? an mea Pygm lion dum maenia ſrater Deſt ua • ? aut captam ducat Getulus Iarbas? S • ltem ſiqua mihi de te ſuſe pta ſuiſſet An • e fugam ſoboles, ſiquis mihi parvulus aula Luderet Aeneas——— Non equidem omnino capta, • ut deſerta viderer. No ſooner ſhall thy back be turn'd But all my building will be burn'd; That Rogue Pygmalion will ha' me, Or elſe Iarbas here will ta' me, If (as we oft have ventur'd it,) I had but a big belly yet, A little Trojan comming on, To play withal, when thou art gone, Then let the Rogues do what they durſt do, I ſhould have ſomething yet to truſt to. Aeneas t'ane thus baſely tardy, ——Ille immota tenebat L •• ina, et obnixus curam ſub corde premebat. Turnd pale; and like a ſtickt-pig ſtar'd ye: He could not ſtand upright but lean, One might have fell'd him with a bean; Nay he was ſtruck ſo at her ſpeeches, Some ſay he did defile his breeches, His bowels did ſo yearne upon her; But being that may wound his honor, I'le not affirme it; but proceed, To tell you what he ſaid, and did; Much was he mov'd at Dido's words Which ſtab'd him through and through like ſwords: Much griev'd to ſee her weep, and ſob ſo, To throw about her ſnot, and throb ſo: But Merc'ryes Meſſage more prevailing Then her collouging or her rayling, After a many fine good-morrows, Tandem pauca refert, Ego te, quae plurima ſando Enumerare vales, nunquam Regina negab • Promeritam.—— He thus began to falve her ſorrows. Should I (quoth he) O Queen deny, That thou'rt the flower of courteſie; Or any ſlanders vile contrive, I were the baſeſt knave alive. I muſt confeſſe that thou O Queene, To mee, and to us all haſt beene More like a Mother, than a friend, So much Ile ſay, and there's an end; ——Nec me meminiſſe pigebit Elizae, D • m memor ipſe m • i, dum ſpiritus hos reget artus. And if I ever do forget ye, Or fail to drink a Health to Betty, Let me be hang'd as high, or higher Then topp of Cartbage ſteeple ſpire: Pro re p • uca loqu • r——: Few words are beſt; if youl be civil, I'le tell the truth, and ſhame the Devil. ——Nec ego hanc abſcondere furto Speravi (ne finge) ſugam.—— ———Nec ego hanc abſcondere furto Speravi (ne finge) ſugam—— I nere had thought, much leſſe deſire Baſely to build a ſconce at Tyre, And ſteal away from thee my honey. ——Nec conjugis unquam Praetendi taeda • , • ut haec in ſaedera veni. But for the thing call'd Matrimony, Although I did the thing you wott, Jove be my Judge I mean it not. Indeed I took it for a kindneſſe, To be familiar with your Highneſſe. But if I ever thought of other, Than one good turn requires another; Or on ſuch terms e're gave my fiſt, I'me th' arrantſt Rogue that ever piſt. Me ſi fata meis paterentur ducere vitam Anſpiciis, et ſponte mea componere curas. I muſt confeſs that if it lay, In my own power, as one may ſay, That I had ſome good bargain made And bound my ſon here to a Trade, Plac'd all my followers, and therefore Had no one but my ſelf to care for, I would as willing match with you, As any woman that I know: Sed nunc Italiam magnam Gryneus Apollo, Italiam Lyciae juſſere capeſſere ſortes, Hic amor, haec p • tria eſt.—— But as things ſtand, I needs muſt follow The councell of my friend Apollo, Who ſends me word I muſt convey me To Lucia with all ſpeed that may be, Where by a dainty rivers ſide, A farme lyes ready cut and dryd, Will hold both me, and all my meany, And cheap as fourty eggs a penny, There then in downright truth doe I Intend to live and occupy; ——Si te Carthaginis arces Phaeniſſam, Lybicaeque aſpectus detinet urbis, Quae tandem Auſo • ia Teucros co • ſidere terra Invidia eſt? et nos fas extera quaerere Regns. And if ſo be that you who are ſage, Delight ſo in your Town of Carthage: Why ſhould it be in us ſo great ſin, Who have no Houſe to thruſt our heads in To travel to a forreign Nation, For ſome convenient habitation? Me patris Anchiſae, quoties humentibus umbris Nox operit terras, quoties aſtra ignea ſurgunt, Admonet in ſomnis, et turbida terret Imago; Me puer Aſcanius—— I can no ſooner go anights To Bed (Jove bleſs us all from ſprites) But that ere I can frame to ſnore, My Fathers Ghoſt comes through the dore Though ſhut as ſure as hands can make it, And leads me ſuch a fearful racket; I ſtew all night in my own greaſe, So that your mayds may, if they pleaſe, Wring from the ſhirt wherein I wallow, Each morning tyde, as much good tallow As well would liquor all their ſandals, And make beſide ſix pound of candles. And all this is to have me gone, And not ſtay heret' undoe my ſon; Nunc etiam interpres divum Jove m • ſſus ab ipſo ———Celeres mandata per aur as Detulit.——— Beſides, not paſt an hour ago, Jove ſent his Lackquay to me too; I ſaw him fly, I'le Teſtor u • rumque caput.—— ———Ipſe Deum manifeſto in lumine vidi Intraniem muros, vocemque his auribus hauſi. take my oath, (And man has but his faith and troth) As plainly ore your dairy top, As ere I ſaw him on the rope: And heard him ſpeak as plain but ene now, As I hear you, or you hear me now. D • ſine meque tuis incendere teque querelis; Italiam non ſponte ſequor. Then let me be ſo much beholding, Unto your Grace to leave your ſcolding; For I this voyage undertake, Even like a Bear that's drawn to th' ſtake. Talia dicentem jamdudum averſa tuetur, Huc illuc, volvens oculos, totumque pererrat Lunimibus tacitis, & ſic accenſa profatur. This ſaid, the Queen in wrathful wiſe, Rowling about her goggle eyes, As ſhe would throw'um in his face, Unto her fury thus gave place. Stinkard (quoth ſhe) now thy falſe heart Show's what a cheating knave thou art: The Symptomes of a Rogue thou haſt all, Thou a true Trojan, thou a Raſcall! Nec te diva parens, generis nec Daedanus author Perfide: ſed duris genuit te cautibus horrens Caucaſus, Hyrcanaeque admorunt ubera Tigres. Nam quid diſſimulo?—— No man or woman of good faſhion, Ere coupled for thy Procreation; But whelpt thou wert of Tinkers bitch, Under ſome hedge, or in ſome ditch: Nay, I'le not balke you Sir; nor care, For all you look ſo big and ſtare: Let thy foul hide with malice burſt, I do defie thee, do thy worſt. Num fletu ingenuit noſtro? num lumina fle • it? Num lac • ymas victus d • dit? aut miſeratus amantem eſt? Inſtead of ſighing in this caſe, Full ſoure thou belcheſt in my face; And thou ſo ſtubborn art and cankerd, Thou ſhed'ſt no tears, but tears o'th' Tankerd. Had'ſt thou but counterfeited paſſion, To ſignifie commiſeration, Or offer'd but a ſour face, it Had been a ſign of ſome ſmall grace yet; But like a logger-headed Lubber, Thou grinning ſtand'ſt, and ſeeſt me blubber ——Jam jam nec maxima Juno, Nec Saturnius haec oculis pater aſpicit aequis. And Jove nor Juno, for ought I ſee, Will neither of 'um both chaſtiſe thee. Nuſquam • uta fides! ejectum littore egentem Excepi,——— There's no truth in this age we live in A wandring beggar hither driven; Who had when weak as he could crawl, No croſs to bleſs himſelf withal; I have receiv'd to bed and board, Feaſted, and clad him like a Lord, ———Et regn demens in parte locavi: ——Nunc augur Apollo. And (like a ſimple haire-brain'd jade) This youth Haile-fellow with me made: And now forſooth he cannot ſtay, Apollo bids him run away. Amiſſam claſſem, ſocios a monte reduxi. Nay though I have in friendly wiſe Cur'd his mens ſcabs and kill'd their lice: Yet having now fall'n to his lot, A good rich Farm lies piping hot: Should he ſtay here, it would undo him, And Jove has ſent his footman to him; Nunc Lyciae ſortes, nunc & Jove miſſus ab ipſo Interpres divûm fert horrida juſſ a per auras; Scilicet is ſuperis labor eſt, • a cura quietos Sollicitat——— As if the Deities were ſo Concern'd, they'd nothing elſe to do, But ſend their Lacquais, and their Pages To him on how-dees and meſſages. But I'le waſte on thee no more breath, For whom the wind that fumes beneath, Is far too ſweet: Avant thou ſlave! Thou lying Cony-catching Knave, Be moving, do as thou haſt told me! I ſequere Italiam ventis,— ——Neque • e teneo— No body here intends to hold thee! ——Pete regna per undas. Spero equidem mediis——— Supplicia hauſurum ſcopulis—— Go! ſeek thy Farm, I hope 'twill be I'th' very bottom of the Sea: But ſhould'ſt thou ſcape, and not in Dike-ly, Drown'd like a puppy as 'tis likely, Since in the Proverb old 'tis found, Whoſe born to hang will nere be drown'd: Yet ſhould'ſt thou not be much the nigher, ——Sequar atris ignibus abſens: I • t cum frigida mors anima reduxerit artus, Ommibus umbra locis adero.— I'le haunt thee like a going fire, As ſoon as I can turn t'a Ghoſt, Which will be in a week at moſt: Then in the mid-night ſleep I'le wake thee, And ride thee worſe than any Haokney. I'le terrifie thee day and night; Nay if thou do'ſt but go to— There will I ſtand with flaming taper, To Fizze thy tail inſtead of paper. ——Dabis improbe paenas. I'le make thee rue the time that ere Thou cam'ſt to play thy knaves tricks here. His medium dictis ſermonem abrumpit & auras Aegra fugit,—— In middle of this wrathful ſpeech Down drops Queen Dido on her breech: Her mouth was ſtopt, and on the ground She ſilent lay in doleful ſwound: Shut were her eyes; nor had ſhe hearing▪ For what Aeneas was Linquens multa metu cunctantem, & multa parantem Dicere——— Preparing, Upon this pitiful occaſion, To ſay in's own juſtification. In haſte the Trojans all advance To 'wake her Grace out of her trance; They try'd to raiſe her in ſuch ſort, As when men cry, Le corps eſt mort: But here the Charm would not prevail, They could not raiſe her from her tail: For though full light, when her own woman Yet in this heavy dump was no man Could raiſe her up, though nere ſo mighty, Sorrow had made her bum ſo weighty. —Suſcipiunt famulae, collapſaque membra M • rmore • referunt thalamo, ſtratiſque reponunt. At laſt a crew of ſtrapping jades, That were, or ſhould have been her Maids, Gath'ring her up away convey'd her, And having in her own bed laid her, With rugs they boulſter'd her about, To try if ſhe could ſweat it out. At pius Aeneas, quanquam lenire dolentem Solando cupit, & dictis avertere curas, Multa gemens, magnoque animum labeſactus amore: Aeneas though 'twas his deſire, Something t' have ſaid might pacifie her, And though his heart did bleed within him, To think of what had paſt between 'um, Juſſa tamen divûm exequitur—— Yet becauſe Jove ſo loud did threaten, He ſooner durſt his nails have eaten, Having ſo terribly been chidden, Than not t' have done as he was bidden. Therefore in haſte his hoſteſs beck'ning, To come, and bring 'um in a reck'ning: Straight to the wharfe repayres the hot-ſhot, ——Claſſemque reviſit Tum vero T • u • ri incumbunt & littore celſas Deducunt to • o naves:——— Without once calling for his ſhot-pot. The Tojans now by his commiſſion, Lanch all their Boats with expedition; You now upon the Ocean might ſee, ——Natat uncta carima: Frondenteſque feruat remos, & robora ſilvis Infabricata.——— The new greas'd wherries ſwim moſt lightly, They had new made 'um fine long poles, New pitcht their oars, and made new thoules; Though many things were left undone, ——Fugae ſtudio. They were ſo eager to be gone. Migrantes cernas, • otaque ex urbe ru •• tes. Then might you ſee'um make their Sallies From Carthage Town, through lanes and allies, Stealing away with lewd intentions, To cheat the Tyrians of their penſions, Fearing their Landlad • es would brabble, And dun 'um for their quarters table. Ac veluti ingentem formicae farris acervum Cum populant hyemis memores, tectoque reponunt. —It campis agmen, praedamque per herbas Co • vectant calle anguſto, pars grandia trudunt Obnixae f • umenta humeris, pars—— As Hedg-hogs when they go to th' wood, To fetch a hoard of Winter food, Return well laden with their vittles, Fine yellow Crabs ſtuck round their prickles Even ſo the Trojans with our doubt, Were at this ſeaſon hung about With fardles, bundles, bags and wallets, To cloath their backs, and feed their pallats. Quis tibi tunc Dido cernenti talia ſeaſus? ——Cum littora fervere late P • oſpiceres arce ex ſumma, totumque videres M • ſceri ante oculos tautis clamoribus aequor. But what thought Dido in this caſe, When thus ſhe ſaw them ſlink their wayes, From Garret-window ſaw 'um row, And heard 'um crying Eaſt-ward Hoe! Improbe AMOR, quid non mortalia pectora cogis? To ſee how love makes folks do things, Againſt the hair, againſt the ſhins! For ſhe though full of indignation, To be forſaken in this faſhion; And had ſhe known but how to get him, Could doubtleſs without ſalt have eat him: Yet n'ertheleſs, love over-ruling, Ire iterum in lacrymas, iterum tentare precaudo Cogitur——— Nequid inexpertum fruſtra moritura relinquat. She fell again to her old puling; And once more meant to try if pitty Would not recal him to the City. Anna, vides toto properari lit • ore circum: Look thee (quoth ſhe) where he (my Nancy) Whoſe able parts I do much fancy, Has truſtt up all his tools together, To carry 'um the Lord knowes whither. ——Vocat jam ca • baſus auras, Puppibus & laethi nautae impoſuere coronas. Hark how his rabble gange do ſhout▪ And ſhove a ſtern to haſten out; A rout of baſe unthankful peaſants! The Devil cut their yelping weazens: The bawling Raſcals egge him on, And make him madder to be gon. Had I once dreamt the Tearing Devil Could ever have been ſo uncivil, Thus like a jade to break his teather; I ſhould have kept my legs together: Or have made bold t' have tide him faſter, To the due limits of his paſture: ——Soror miſerae hoc tamen unum Exequere Anna mihi; ſolam nam perfidus ille Te c • lere, arcanos eliam tibi credere ſenſus. Sola viri molles aditus, & tempora noras. But ſince he holds me at this diſtance, I beg thy ſiſterly aſſiſtance: Thou knoweſt the temper of the block-head, And to a hair canſt fit his pocket: Therefore (dear Nancy) I implore thee, If ere thou'lt do any thing for mee, I ſo • or atque hoſtem ſupplex affare ſuperbum. Run to the wharf with might and main, And try to bring him back again: I promiſe thee, and if I break My word; pray Jove I break my neck. Extremam hanc oro veniam (miſerere Sororis) Quam mihi cum dederis, cumulatam morte relinquam. If thou canſt bring him to my bow, I'le give thee for thy pains a Cow. Non ego cum Danais Trojanam exſcindere gentem Aulide juravi, claſſemve ad Pergama miſi: Nec patris Anchiſae cineres, maneſve revelli. Cur mea dicta negat duras demittere in aures? Tell him I ere had more diſcretion, Then to joyn iſſues with the Graecian: I neither did meddle nor make, But as they brew'd, ſo let them bake: Nor did I ere make skittle-pin-bones, Or bobbins of Anchiſes ſhin-bones: Why ſhould he then without all ſence, Thus uſe me like a Kitchin-wench? —Extremum hoc miſerae det munus amanti. I would but beg one kindneſs from him: Non jam conjugium antiquum, quod prodidit, oro; Tempus inane peto, requiem, ſpaciumque— I will no more claim promiſe on him: But only that he'l tarry here, Half or a quarter of a year; Whereby I may, before he go, Dum mea me victam doceat fortuna dolere. Wean my ſelf from a Bed fellow: Or (if my conſtitution can, Not well ſubſiſt without a man) Until I can my ſelf ſupply, With one to do my drudgery. I'le ask no further obligation, Nec pulchro ut Latio careat reg • umque reliaquat. But let him to his Navigation; He may to Latium then addreſs, And ſwim, or ſink, all's one to Beſs. Talibus orabat, taleſque miſe • rima fletus Fe • tque refertque ſoror—— Scarce had the woful Dido done, When Nan prepar'd her to be gone, She tacks her coats about her hanches, And to the waters ſide advances: She tript ſo neatly to the Pyre, It would have done one good to ſee her: One would have thought ſhe'd gone in haſt, Midwife to fetch, ſhe went ſo faſt. At laſt ſhe came unto the place Where Dido's dear Aeneas was; She found him ſit amongſt his mates, The reſt o'th' Trojan runnagates, Pufft like a foot-ball with vain glory, Roaring and drinking tory lory; Like one that knew a pot i'th' pate, Would be a mile or two i'th' gate. The Trojan had no ſooner ſpide her, But though he could not well abide her, Yet cauſe he would part fairly with her, He askt what wind had blown her thither. She putting finger in the eye, (As Women when they liſt can cry) Told him in what a ſad condition, Her ſiſter was: her laſt petition, And pray'd him as he was a true man, Not to undoe a proper Woman. ——Sed nullis ille movetur Fletibus, aut voces ullas tractabilis audit. ——Lachryinae volvuntur inanes. But ſhe might een have ſav'd her juice, And kept her tears for better uſe. Fata obſtant, &c.— His reſolution ſtill oppoſes, He would go ſpite of all their noſes; Ac veluti annoſam valido cum robore quercum Alpini Boreae nunc hinc nunc flatibus illinc Erue • e inter ſe certant, &c.—— Ipſa lae • et ſcopulis, &c.—— Haud ſecus aſſiduts hinc, alque hinc vocibus heros Tunditur——— Mens immota manet—— And like to hemp, which, as I take it, The more you twiſt, you ſtronger make it: Even ſo, the more ſhe try'd to • wind him, She ſtill more obſtinate did find him. Tum vero infelix fatis exterrita Dido. The Dido madder grew and madder, No friend ſhe had could now perſwade her; She ſtamp'd, and ſtar'd, as ſhe were wood, And in her melancholy mood, Calling to minde in wofull wiſe, Aeneas and his treacheries, How often he had ſtab'd her Honor, That men would now make Ballads on her; She was reſolv'd without delay, Mo • tem orat: taedet coeli convexa tueri, Quo magis inceptum perag at, lucemque relinquat. Fairly to make her ſelf away, And meant to put her reſolution Into moſt tragick execution. She had alaſs! too juſt incitement Thus to prefer her own Indictment; And reaſon good, by all relation, Thus to proceed to condemnation: For ſuch portents, and dite preſages, As ſtill have been diſaſters pages, Foretold her overthrow ſo plainly, She ſaw t' oppoſe it would in vain be. Vidit, thuri • remis cum dona imponeret dris, Horrendum dictu, latices nigreſcere ſacros, Fuſaque in obſcoenum ſe vertere vina cru • rem. Hoc viſum nulli, non ipſi effata ſorori. She call'd to waſh, and do you think, The water turn'd as black as Ink; And that by chance being cherning day, Her cream moſt ſtrangely turned to whay! This Dido ſaw, but would by no means Tell her own Siſter of the omens. But that which gave the moſt perſwaſion, Unto her fell determination, Was this: (t) ſhe kept Sichaeus bones In a great Coffer made o'th' nonce, As ſundry others have done the-like, By way of Superſtitious Relicke, In a dark Cellar under ground, Hinc exaudiri voces, & verba vocantis Viſa viri; nox cum terras obſcura teneret. From whence each night a diſmal ſound, Pierc't Didos tender ear, and wiſht her, Nay like a husband admoniſht her, To fit her for her latter end, For why he told her, as a friend, That in a very ſhort ſpace, ſhe Should of this world, no woman be. Solaque culminibus ferali carmine bubo Saepe queri——— The Scrich-Owles too, were her moleſters, Who ſtill were chanting out their veſpers: Multaque praeterea vatum praedicta priorum Terribili monitu horrificant— Beſides ſhe had her Fortune told her When 'bout ſome dozen or ſo, no older, That ſhe ſhould but one Husband have, And after that a ſcurvy Knave, Should ſteal her honour like a thief, And make her hang her ſelf for grief: Theſe ſad portents falling ſo thick, And pat on one anothers neck, Put the poor Queen beſide her ſenſes, As a juſt plague for her offences. ——Agit ipſc furentem In ſomnis ferus Aeneas, ſemperque relinqui Sola ſibi, ſemper longam incomitata videtur Ire viam—— She dreams Aeneas now is going, Like a falſe friend to her undoing, And that ſhe muſt when Trojan goes, For ever loſe her play fellowes. Which to a woman's cauſe ſufficient, Let her be ne're ſo well condition'd, To raiſe her to extravagancies, When ſhe muſt part with what ſhe fancies. Eum • nidum veluti demens videt agmina Pentheus, Aut Agamemnonius ſcenis agitatus Oreſtes, Illa ita concepit furiis—— Even as a bitches fury up is, When people come to ſteal her puppies: So far'd the wrathful Queen that day When Bilbo muſt be tane away: She was ſo much concern'd about him, She could not, would not live without him: But in her deſperate reſolutions, Decrevi • que mori, tempus ſecum ipſa modumque Exigit, & moeſtam dictis aggreſſa ſororem, Conſilium vultu tegit, ac ſpem fronte ſernat. would hang her ſelf to try concluſions. The time and manner ſhe projected, And that ſhe might not be ſuſpected, She ſmug'd her viſage up with ſmiles, And thus her Siſter Nan beguils. Inveni germana viam (gratare ſo • ori) Qua mihi reddat eum,—— ——Vel co me ſolvat am • ntem. Nancy (quoth ſhe) I've found at laſt A way, for all Aeneas haſt; If thou in the exploit wilt joyn, Shall pay him back in his own coin, And bring him back by our contriving, Since he's ſo goodly, Dead, or living. Seeing the Rogue my love diſgraces, I'le ſpoil his ſport in other places. Oceani finem juxta, ſolemque cadentem, Ultimus Aethiopum locus eſt; ubi maximus Atlas Ax • m humero torquet,—— A mile from hence, or ſuch a ſpace, Down in a bottom lies a place, Farr out of all high-wayes and roads, Where nothing breeds, but Frogs and Toads, Snakes, adders, and ſuch wicked vermin, That (can they catch 'um) will not ſpare men: There in a Cave lies an old Hinc mihi Maſly lae gentis monſtrata ſacerdos, Heſperidum templi cuſtos; epulaſque draconi Quae dabat,———— Spargens humida m • lla, ſoporiferumque papaver. wretch, An ugly rotten toothleſs witch, So old that one would think ſhe were, The eldeſt Devils Grand-mother. H • c ſe carminibus p • omitti • ſolvere mentes Quas velit; aſt aliis duras immittere curas: Siſtere aquam fluviis, & vertere ſidera retro; Nocturnoſque ciet manes; mugire videbis Sub pedibus terram, & deſcendere montibus ornos. Now this old Beldame can do wonders, If ſhe but ſay the word it Thunders, Lightens, or Rains, or Hails, or Snows, Or any weather you'l ſuppoſe. She'l make a Cowle-ſtaffe, by her ſpelling, Amble like any double Gelding; And in the dead of night the baſe-hag Can of a cudgel make a race-Nag: A Walnut ſhe to Sea can rig out, And of an Egg-ſhell make a Friggot; Nay in a thimble ſtemme the flood, Provide the thimble be of wood. She can, where ſhe does owe a ſpite, Spoil any Bride-groom's wedding-night, And the Brides longing diſappoint, By vertue of a Cod-piece-point. She can make people love or hate, Ev'n whom ſhe pleaſe, and at what rate; And by her Magick, and her Spells, Make folks, or hang, or drown themſelves. In ſhort, there's nothing that has ill in't, But ſhe has admirable skill in't; And does her miſchiefs too as quick, As any Jugler does a trick. Teſto • chara, deos, & • e germana, tuumque Dulce ca • ut, magicas invitam accingier artes. I take the Gods to witneſs Siſter, I'me led into this courſe ſiniſter, Out of no end men wicked call; But only for revenge, that's all. And ſince I am ſo baſely croſt, I'le have this Hag, or it ſhall coſt More then I'le ſpeak of; ſhe perchance May lead my Trojan ſuch a dance, Shall make him glad as faſt as may be, To come again, and cry peccavi; Or make him hang himſelf at leaſt, For an example to the reſt O'th' tribe of falſe diſſembling Yeomen, That take a pride to ruin Women: And by good luck ſhe's now hard by here, Come not an hour ago to Tyre, Sent for it ſeems about no ill deed, To bleſs a Sow that lies in Child-bed, And I'le go fetch her by her favour With a Sub-poena, but I'le have her. Tu ſecreta pyram tecto interiore ſub au • as Erige:———— In the mean time; go thou and tie Faſt to the great beam, where I lie, The beſt new halter thou canſt chooſe, And make a dainty running nooſe; Like that fell to the fellow's ſhare, That made a Woman of a Mare. ——Et arma viri, thalamo quae fixa reliquit Im • ius, exuviaſque omnes, lectumque jugalem, Quo perii, ſuperimponas:—— Then take me out Aeneas rayment, All I have left in part of payment: His greaſie doublet, and his trowſes, Where many a wandring Trojan louſe is: The treaſure he has left behind him. In the great ſtanding Preſs, you'l find 'um: Stuffe me 'um up with ſtraw or litter, The worſe the ſtuffing is, the fitter: And ramme the tatters with a vengeance, As people uſe to ramme their Engines: Make haſte, and do as I have bid ye; I'le hang the Raſcal in Effigie: So I'me advis'd to do, and ſo ——Abolere nefandi Cuncta viri monumenta jubet monſtra • que ſacerdos. I mean to ſerve him, if I blow; Which, though I cannot wreak my teen, it Will ſtay the ſtomach of my Spleen yet. Haec effata ſilet; pallor ſimul occupat ora. Thus having ſaid, the Queen chang'd colour, No Ghoſt cold e're look pittifuller. One would have thought by her dejection, And by her woful wan complexion, She had been going juſt o'th' ſuddain, To drop, and give the Crow a pudding. Non tamen Anna novis p • aetexere funera ſacris Germanam credit: nec tantos meute ſurores Co • cipit, aut graviora timet.—— Nancy (although ſhe ſaw the Queen Ready to burſt her hoops for teen) And well enough mark't how ſhe look't too, Yet by her fine pretence was rook't ſo, She did no further on't conſider, Ergo juſta Parat.—— But went about what ſhe had bid her; Dreaming no more, than her laſt Even, Dido had been ſo lewdly given. Away therefore my laſs does trot, And preſently an halter got, Made of the beſt ſtrong hempen teere, And ere a Cat could lick her eare, Had tide it up with as much art, As Donne himſelf could do for's heart: The rope, and ſay't was got o'th' ſuddaine, Did prove ſo prime a ſpecial good one, That with fair uſage it might come, To hang up Carthage all and ſome. The Trojans doublet ſhe had fill'd ſo, 'Twas very ſtrange the buttons held ſo; And that the craming of his breeches Had not quite broken out the ſtitches: His very ſtockings, though they were About the feet out of repair; Yet ſhe made ſhift to ſtuff each ſtart-up, And tie 'um to the reſt on's wardrope: Having thus brac'd him like a Drumme, She laid him out in Dido's room; (e) Diſplay'd upon a fair long board, Ready when Dido gave the word(o) ——Exuvias, enſemque relictum, Eſſigiemque toro locat,——— To be advanc't into the halter, Without the benefit on's Pſalter. Scarce had ſhe thus diſpos'd her trinckums, When up the ſtaires behold the Queen comes, Stant arae circum, & crines effuſa facerdos. Lading along th' old rotten Grammer, Into her Highneſs matted Chamber. When ſhe was come, and ſaw the portly Trophy in that moſt noble ſort lye, As ſhe oft-times had ſeen the ſinner Lie gorg'd on benches after dinner: She fell again into a paſſion Caus'd by a ſweet commemoration Of paſt delights, ſeeing thoſe breeches, And humbly the old Gib beſeeches To ſhew her utmoſt skill and cunning, To keep her Trojan dear from running. The mumbling Witch bad her not fear, But reſt content, and of good chear, And ſhe ſhould ſee ſhe'd make him ſtay, Or foul her Art ſhould ſay her nay. Ter centum tonat ore D • os, Erebumquo, Cha • ſque, Tergeminamque Hecaten, tria virg • nis ora Dianae. With that the Hag began her charm, You would have thought ſhee'd had a ſwarm▪ Of Waſps, or Hornets in her throat, There came ſo ſtrange a humming out: And as ſhe ſpoke, her hollow chaps Bound up in two thin ſhrivell'd flaps Of old abominable leather, Like bellows heav'd and clapt together. Her little eyes being fiery red, Were ſunk ſo far into her head, They lookt, when moſt ſhe ſtar'd at full, Like farthing Candles in a Scull. Her noſe hung like an arch between Her wrinkled fore-head and her chin. A craggy paſſage, and uncouth, Over the dreadful gulf, her mouth, And Elf-locks hung ſo, on each ſhoulder, 'Twould make one tremble to behold her. This Witch a ribble-row rehearſes, Of ſcurvy names in ſcurvy verſes, Which by the manner of her mouthing, Was certainly Burleſ que or nothing. And in theſe rhythms as round ſhe limps, Calls her Familiars and her Imps, Sparſerat, & latices ſimulatos fontis Averni: Sprinkling the Chamber in her motion With a tepid brackiſh lotion, For ought I know, of her own making, By her much ſtirring, and pains taking. Queritur & naſcentis equi de fronte revulſu • Et matri praereptus amor.——— A red-heart breaker next ſhe mow'd off, A wart that Dido was full proud of, And burnt it for a ſtrong purfume, And pow'rful ſpell to make him come. Then hand in hand to dance they fall, A grave and ſolemn Magick brawl, In ſuch hard figures none could tread um, But the old hobling hag that led um. Poor Dido too alaſs! made one, Although her dancing dayes were done. And though oppreſt with woe, and care, cut Capers, and Tricotee'd it Unum exuta pedem vinclis—— Teſtaturque Deos.—— barefoot; —Tum ſi quod non aequo ſoedere amant • s Cura num • a habet, juſtumque m •• o, que proca • u • . Imploring all the Deities, At every ſtep, both he's, and ſhe's, To turn Aeneas back, and make him Follow the work he'd undertaken; Or if he would not turn, t' afford The Grace to turn him over-board. Thus to her footing the poor Jade, Out of all meaſure curſt and pray'd. Againſt her Love had ſo offended, Till dance and charm together ended. Nox erat & placidum carpeba • t feſſa ſoporem Corp • ra per terras, ſilvaque & ſaeva quierant Aequora—— Cum tacet omnis ager, pecudes, pictaeque volucres, Qu • que lacus late liquidos, qu • que aſpera dumis Rura tenent, ſomno poſitae ſub nocte ſilenti Lenibant curas.—— 'Twas now the time when candles are Repriv'd by the Extinguiſher; When every thing to ſleep down lies, Dogs in their Kennels, Hogs in Sties; And men and women reſt their heads And heels, on flocks, or feather-beds. Now men, and fiſhes, birds, and beaſt, And every thing was laid to reſt; At non infelix animi Phoeniſſa: nec unquam Solvitur in ſom •• s, oculiſque aut pectore noctem Accipit:—— All but the woful Queen (alaſs!) Who now was brought unto that paſs, What with her love, and what with ſpight, She could not ſleep one wink all night. Her ſtomach now was piping hot, —Magnoque irarum fluctuat aeſtu. It boyl'd and bubbled like a pot, And did ſo ſtrong a wambling keep, She fitter was to ſpew then ſleep. Have you not ſeen an Animal Yclep't an horſe when in his ſtall, The Botts, that terrible diſeaſe, Doth on his tender bowels ſeize, What groans he fetches, and what pranks He rowling playes upon the planks: So Dido croſt in her amours, Tumbled away her ſleeping hours. Now on her back, and in ſuch faſhion, As if ſhe lay for conſolation, Now on her belly, now her ſide, All poſtures, and all wayes ſhe tri'd; But all in vain, nothing would do, ——Ingeminant curae, rurſuſque reſu • gens Saevit amor.—— Her heart was ſo oppreſt with wo, And love within her did ſo rumble, Shee could do nought but toſs, and tumble. At laſt in midſt of agitation, Sic ad • o i • ſiſtit, ſecumque it a corde volutat, E • quid agam?—— She thus brake out into a paſſion; Which way poor Dido ſhould thou turn thee Whil'ſt cruel love, do's thus heart burn thee, Thou haſt of hope not one poor ſpark left, Th' aſt brought thy hogs to a fair Market. Not one poor Dram of conſolation, O woman vile in deſperation! What ſhall I do in this condition, To keep me from the Worlds deriſion? —Rurſuſne procos i • riſa priores Experiar? Nomadumque petam con • ibia ſuppl • x, Quos ego ſum toties jam de dignita maritos? Shall I invite to be my ſpouſe, Some one I have forbid my houſe? Some ſaucie, proud New-Indian Jack, And humbly beg of him to take Iliacas igitur claſſes atqae ultima Teucrum fuſſ a ſequar?——— ——Sola fuga nautas comitabor ovantes; Aeneas leavings, or like Trull here, Run away baſely with this Sculler. An Tyriis omnique manu ſtip ata meorum Inſequar?—— Or ſhall I raiſe the Town in ſwarms, And bring him back by force of arms! Alaſs! I feat it is no boot! Fowl means will never bring him to't. Quin morere, ut merita es: ſerroque averte dolorem. No, No, I'le die! this halter yet, When all trades fail, ſhall do the feat. ——Tu prima ſurentem His germana m • lis oneras,—— Ah, Siſter, ſiſter! had'ſt not thou, Play'd Miſtreſs Quicklies office ſo, And ſooth'd me up till I grew jolly, I never had committed folly: No, had I made the leaſt reſiſtance, And kept the ſaucie Knave at diſtan • , I might have us'd him as my liſt, And ne'r been brought to had I wiſt, Tantos illa ſuo rum • e • at pectore quaeſtus. Thus lay the wretched Queen debating, Nan, Fortune, and her Lover rating. Aeneas celſa in puppi—— carpebat ſomnos—— Whileſt he Drum-ful with his Potation, Ne'r dreaming on the doleful paſſion, He had moſt vilely left his drab in, Lay drunk and ſnoring in his Cabbin. Huic ſ • ſorma Dei—— Obtulit in ſomnis———— Omnia Mercurio ſimilis—— But Merc'ry though he ſlept profoundly, ——rur ſuſque ita viſa monere eſ • . Nate Dea—— Made bold to beat up's Quarters roundly, And thus 'gan rattle him: Thou louſie, Mangie, careleſs, drunken, drowſie Coxcomb; how oft muſt I be ſent Hither from Jove to complement Your worſhip to a reverent care, Of the young Baſtard here, your their? Whileſt faſt thouly'ſt tipled, or tipling; Nor car'ſt what danger the poor ſtripling Lies open to. ——potes hoc ſub caſ • ducere ſomnos? Nec que circumſtent te deind • pericula cernis Demens?—— Illa dolos—in pectore verſat. Y'ad beſt ſnore on, Some body will be here anon: Take to 'ther nap! Do! till the Queen come, She'l reckon with you for your in-come. She'l rowſe ye faith! And (Goodman Letcher) Tis ten to one, with a good ſtretcher About you ears: Therefore my loving Acquaintance, you were beſt be Non fugis hinc preceps dum p • aecipitare poteſtas Eia age, rumpe mords.——— moving. Upon my word th' advice is wholſom, Stay not untill that angry ſoul come: For if thou doſt, mark what I ſay, And be'ſt not gone before't be day, Jam mare turbari trabibus, ſaevaſque videbis collucere facecs, &c——— site his at • igerit terris auroram ran • em. If Carthage been't about your ears As ſoon as ever day appears, And do not thraſh you back and ſide, Far worſe then Agamemnon did, Thoſe of your woman-ſtealing rabble. Give me but ſix pence, if thou'rt able, And here's my hand, I do not ſport, I'le give thee twenty ſhillings for't. —Sic fatus nocti ſe immiſcuit atrae. Thus having ſaid, away he flies, Ere Toſs-pot could unglew his eyes, Which were ſo cemented in that caſe, The Page was got as far as Atlas, Back on his way e're he could free'um, From gowl and matter, fit to ſee him: But having ſtreakt, and yawn'd a while, Snorted, and kept the uſual coil That Drunkards uſe in ſuch like caſes, And made ſome dozen Devils faces: At laſt he got his eyes unglew'd Into a pretty magnitude. He ſtar'd about to ſpie the Viſion Had giv'n that courteous admonition: But 'twas ſo dark, as well it might, Being 'twixt twelve and one at night; That had the nimble Currier In kindneſs ſtaid his leiſure there, Though clad in Fallſtaffs Kendal Green, He coulc not poſſibly be ſeen. Tum vero Aeneas ſubitis exterritus umbris corripit è ſomno corpus, ſocioſque fatigat. Aeneas troubled herewithal, Seeing he could not ſee at all, Starts from the tilt where he had layn, And calls upon his mates amain. Praecipites vigilate viri,— Riſe Sirs (quoth he) and look about ye, ——Deus aethere miſſus ab alto, Feſt • nare f • gam, tortoſque incidire funes Ecce iter • m ſtimulat:— I've had from Jove another how-dee, His man was here, and calls to go ſtill, His ſweaty pumps are in my noſe ſtill. He ſwears and offer'd to lay odds on't, And if he ſay't, Ile lay my—on't. That if we do not leave the Dock, And get us hence by four a Clock, We ſhall be murther'd if we were Ten times as many as we are. Therefore I think it not amiſs for's To lanch, for there are rods in piſs for's. Let us but ply our Oars like tall men, Till we be got clear out of all ken, Then if they have a mind to lace us, Let Carthage if they can come trace us. —Sequimur te ſancte, deorum Quiſquis es.—— And thou (O Jove, top of my kin!) Who hitherto ſo kind haſt been, Adſis, ô placiduſque juves & ſydera coelo • extra ſeras!——— If now thou ſtick, and do not fail's, Let Dido whiſtle in our tails. Thus having ſpoken, and thus pray'd, —Dixit, vaginaque eripit enſem F • lmineum, ſtrictoque ferit retinacula ferro. Forthwith he drew his doughty blade, And at one ſlaſh to all mens wonder, Cut the Boats triple cord aſunder. Idem omnes ſimul ardor habet—— ———rapiuntque ru • ntque, Littora deſeruere———— At which the Gang, ſpur'd by ſo ample, So mighty and renown'd example, Cut all the reſt; nor ſtaying brooks, But let the Devil take the hooks, And ſhipping Oars to work they fall, Like men that row'd for good and all. Had it been day, no doubt one might Have then beheld a gallant ſight. Neptune's great whiskers had not been So neatly ———& coerula verrunt. bruſht as they were then Of many a year: Crabs that did neſt Full deep therein, could take no reſt: Adnixi torquent ſpumas.—— They lather'd him in the great Baſon So admirably well that Jaſon, Although he ſhav'd the golden fleece, Ne're waſht him half ſo well as theſe. Et jam prima novo ſpargebat lumine terras Tithoni croceum linquens Aurora cubile. Aurora now, who I muſt tell ye, Was gript with dolours in her belly, Starts from her couch, and o're her head Slipping on petticoat of red, Forth of the morning doors ſhe goes, In haſty wiſe, to pluck a Roſe; When Dido, who was broad awake, Hearing the ruſty hinges creak, Ran to her Regina è ſpeculis ut primum albe ſcere lucem. peeping hole to ſpy, What was become o'th' Trojanry. But out alaſs! Vidit & aequatis • laſſem procedere velis, Littoraque & va • uos ſenſit ſine remige portus. The Devil a ſail Was left i'th' port; bare as my nail The Dock was ſtript; whilſt far from ſhore They row'd, as they ne'r row'd before. At which ſad ſight, in wrath (God bleſs us!) (o) Tearing her dainty yellow treſſes, She ſighing ſaid, Was ever ſeen So pitiful an undone Queen! And ſhall this filthy Trojan Royſter Undo, as one would do an Oyſter, Poor Dido thus, and run away, Maugre what I can do or ſay!(e) Flaventeſque abſciſſa comas; Proh! Jupiter! ibit Hic ait, & noſtris illuſerit advena regnis? Hey, how the treach'rous wenching knave Bounces, and vaults from wave to wave, As he were making Ducks and Drakes, With Wherries upon Neptunes lakes! The Devil ſure farts in his poop, And puffs his kicking Sculler up; Or elſe ſome durty Suburb drab Has helpt the Raſcal to a clap, And ſent a running-Nag to Sea, He could not elſe make ſo much way. Non arma expedient? tot • que ex urbe ſequemur? ————ite; Ferte citi flammas, date vela, impellite remos. Cannot I burn, nor ſink their floats, A louſie fleet of rotten boats! Yes I'me a Queen, to ſee my people; Let none remember he's a Cripple: But run, and row, ſound, and unſound, And thoſe you kill not, bring home bound! Quid loquor? aut ubi ſum? quae mentem inſania mutat? Infelix Dido?——— But tarry goody Magiſtrate, Your big commands come now too late. Poor Dido, ſorrow makes thee giddy, They'r got to Sea five Leagues already. ——Nunc te facta impia tangunt; Tum decuit, cum ſceptra dabas.—— Queen thou art mortal, and muſt die A ſacrifice to Letchery. Time was thou migh'ſt have ſomething done, But now farewel Dominion. ——En dextra fideſque; Quem ſecum patrios ajunt portare Penates, Quem ſubiiſſe humer is conſectum aetate parentem. This was your huffing Trojan Captain, That his fair Mothers ſmock was lapt in. Of twenty Greeks, this was the Cob, And brought his Gods away in's Phob, And through the fire a pick a pack, Bore the old ſinner on his back, Bed-rid Anchiſes; this was he Made the brave voyage o're the ſea. This was your truſty Trojan, this: Now he ſhows what a man he is! Non potui abreptum divellere corpus, & undis Spargere?——— Whilſt he was here, why did I not Cut the falſe Rogues devouring throat; ——Non ipſum abſumere ferro Aſcanium,—— Or of his baſtard make a Pye, And being bak'd in paſte of Rye, —Patriiſque epuland um apponere menſis? Make the good trencher-man his naſty Sire, eat his brat for Mutton-paſty! Why did I not, ere this diſgrace, Kill him, and all his treacherous ——Natumque patremqu • Com genere extinxem; memet ſuper ipſa dediſſem. race? I then had dy'd reveng'd, where I Shall now depart moſt ſneakingly. Sol, qui terrarum flammis opera om • ia luſtras; Thou Sol, who did'ſt in pimping ſort, Becauſe thou would'ſt not ſpoil our ſport, Creep into clouds, that rainy weather: And you that brought young folks together, Tuque harum interpres curarum, & conſcia Juno, Nocturniſque Hecate——— • t dirae ult • ices, &c.——— Procureſs Juno, Jove and all Ye members of Olympus hall, I charge ye, as y' are folks of faſhion, Grant this my lateſt——Noſtras audite preces—— ſupplication. If nothing can this Rogue withſtand, But that he muſt get ſafe to ———Si tangere portus Infandum caput, ac terris ad •• re neceſſe eſt. land, Let it be ſuch a land as he Had better farr upon the ſea, With all his com-rogues have been drown'd, Than ſuch a wretched place have found. May he, where he expects his Leaſes, Nere know what ſuch a thing as Peace is; ——Bello audacis populi vexatus, & armis, Finibus extorris——— But be drub'd dayly back and ſide Till his bones rattle in his hide. May he ne're ſleep an hour in quiet, But be diſturb'd with rout and riot; Black be his dayes, and may his nights Swarm with Hob-Goblins, Ghoſts, and Sprites: May ſtrangers daunt him with Bravado's ——Complexu avulſus lüli, And Spirits ſon to the Barbado's: May he at laſt fall worſe then Sea-ſick, And find no Quack to give him Phyſick: Auxilium imploret——— No help for money, or for love found; But let him lie, and rot above ground. May none give houſe-room to the Mungril; But let him periſh on ſome ——Videa • que ſuorum Funera——— —Mediaeque inhumatus arena. Dung-hill. And when his treach'rous ſoul's departed, Let his foul Carcaſs be deſerted, As Traitors quarters, men expoſe. To Hogs, and Dogs, and Kites, and Crows. Haec precor; hanc vocem extremam—fundo. This my laſt pray'r is, hear it then, I ſhall ne're trouble you agen. And be't your care ye Tyrian Tum vos ô Tyrii, ſtirpem & genus omne fu • uru • Exercete odi is, cinerique haec mittite noſtro Munera——— Nation, To plague this wicked generation. Kill 'um like rats, that I may have Heapes of the Rogues pil'd o're my grave: ——Pugnent ipſique nepotes; Exoriare aliquis noſtris ex oſſi • us idtor. —Nullus amor populis, nec faedera ſun • o. And may thoſe children that are yet To bear, and thoſe that are to get, Torment them ſtill by land and water, And ſtill may thoſe that follow after, Hate worſe and worſe, that ſo it fall, The laſt may hate them worſt of all. Haec ait———— This ſaid, ſhe let a groan, and ſigh'd A doleful ſigh, that prophecy'd Her thred was ſpun, and that the Parcae Would ſhortly cut it without mercy. —Et Partes animum verſahat in omnes, Inviſam quaerens quamprimum abrumpere lucem. In mind ſhe weigh'd, as ſhe fat crying, What kind of Death was beſt to die in. Poyſon ſhe thought would not be quick, And which was worſe, would make her ſick. That being therefore wav'd, ſhe thought, That neatly cutting her own throat, Might ſerve to do her buſineſs for her, But that ſhe thought upon with horror, Becauſe 'twould hurt her; neither could, She well endure to fee her bloud. The next came in her thoughts was drowning, That way ſhe thought 'twould be a done thing, Soon, and with ſome delight; for why Sorrow had made her Grace adry. But then again ſhe fell a thinking, She ſhould be ſomething long a ſinking, Having been ever light of members, And to diſſwade her more, remembers, 'Twould ſpoil the cloaths might do ſome one Credit, when ſhe was dead and gone. On theſe mature deliberations, Shee lik'd none of theſe dying faſhions: But looking up, and ſeeing the Rope Ty'd to the beam i'th' Chamber top, With neat alluring Nooſe, her ſick-Grace E'en long'd to wear it for a Neck-lace: And in that circle in concluſion, She prick'd the point of reſolution. Tum breviter Bareen nutricem affata Sichaei. But an old woman being by her, One of her chattels brought from Tyre, An ancient heir-loom to the Queen, 'Cauſe ſhe her husbands nurſe had been: She meant to ſend her firſt away, On ſleeveleſs errand (as we ſay,) That ſhe might have her ſwing alone, To do her execution. Annam cha • a mihi autrix huc ſiſte ſororem: Dic corpus properet fluviali ſparge • e lymp • a, ——Tuque ipſa pia t • ge tempora vitta. Cicely (quoth ſhe) go to my Siſter, Bid her tie up her head, and wiſh her To waſh her hands in Bran, or Flower, And do you in like manner ſcoure Your dirty Golls; for I intend to Make a good Cheeſe, and for a friend too, O'th' mornings milk; let it be her care To take the great Braſs-pan i'th' Larder, And ſile the milk into't: and hear ye, Take you the large Cheeſe-fat i'th' Dayry, And ſcoure it clean with ſand; bid Jone too Get on the pot, that ſhe may come too, And when the Cheeſe is come, but brake it, And call: for I'le come help to make it. —Illa gradum ſtudio celerabat • nili. The hobling Trot limps down the ſtairs, And now the deſp'rate Queen prepares; Et tr • pida—& pallida morte ſutura. Although her woful heart did pantle, To make her ſelf a ſad example. Interiora domus irrumpit limina, & altos Conſcendit furibunda rogos——— ——Paulum • ac • ymis & mente morata. Towards the fatal ſtring ſhe moves With tardy pace, as it behoves Thoſe who by Nicholas led aſtray, Wilfully make themſelves away. When ſhe came underneath the halter, The colour in her face did alter; Whilſt down her cheeks round liquor rowls, As if her eyes had been at Bowls. Firſt ſhe beholds with trickling eies, Hic poſtquam Iliacas veſtes, notumque cubile Conſpexit,————— Aeneas his moſt dear diſguiſe: And as the Trowſes ſhe ſurvey'd, Reflecting how ſhe' ad been betray'd: Sighing cry'd out, D • lces exuviae, dum fata, Deuſque ſinebant. ———Dixitque no •• ſſima verba. Oh! thou who wert, The joy and comfort of my heart, Whilſt casket to my deareſt Jewel; But ſince the Fates have been ſo cruel, My grief, and ſhame, farewell for ever; And here I propheſie, that never, VVhoever may hereafter wear thee, Shall mortal Bilbo ere come near thee. Farewel, my lateſt leave I take, And kiſs the Caſe for Ho-boys ſake. Thus having ſaid, ſhe mounts the table, Becauſe though tall, ſhe was not able To reach the halter, that muſt tie Her faſt to doleful deſtinie: And having like too apt a Scholler, Thruſt her plumpe neck into the coller, As'tis, you know, the hanging faſhion, She thus began her laſt Oration: VIXI, & quem dederat curſum fortuna, peregi. That I have liv'd (quoth ſhe) and how, I doubt (alaſs!) too many know; But that I now will die, is known To no one but my ſelf alone, And if I Natures debt do pay, And hang my ſelf before my days, The cenſuring world can ſay but this, That I'me the better pay miſtriſs: And though I die a death, they ſay, Makes ſufferers themſelves bewray And die uncleanly corps; yet I Shall leave, although I purging die, And go out ſtrong as Candle-ſnuff, A fame ſhall favour ſweet enough. Urbem praeclaram ſtatui, mea moenia vidi; Ulta virum Paenas iaim • co à ſrat. e recepi. For murther'd ſpouſe I've made amends yet As far as ſtealing could revenge it, And make Pygmalion that undid us, Pay ſauce for making people widows. And at my proper coſt and charges A village built, which for its largneſs, Felix, heu nimium ſelix, ſi littora tantum Nunquam Darnaniae tetigiſſent noſt, • carinae! In a few years, might well have grown To be a pretty Market-town, Had not this Trojan varlet come T'undo what all my care had done. Then (going to turn off)Sed moriamur ait; ſic, ſic juvat ire ſub umbras. But muſt I go (quoth ſhe) and is it juſt, I die like Felon vile or Traytor? Sans vengeance on this Fornicator. Hauriat bune oculis ignem crudelis ab alto Dardanus, & noſtrae ſecum ferat omnia mortis. And whilſt the Stallion proudly ſtalks it, Muſt I be thus han'g'd up for Hawks-meat? Yes die, as 'twas foretold thee long ſince, If but to trouble the knaves conſcience: Then 'cauſe ſhe would to part the ſweeter, A portion of Hopkins meeter; As people uſe at execution, For the decorum of concluſion, Being too ſad to ſing, ſhe ſayes ——— Which with a grace like his that pen'd i • , To her great comfort, being ended, And ceremonies now compleat, Proceeding to the final feat. Thus, thus (quoth ſhe) to ſhades of night I go, and thus I take my flight. Dixcrat▪ atque illam media inter talia.— With that ſhe from the table ſwong, And happy 'twas the rope was ſtrong Enough, in ſuch a ſwing to ſtop her, Her Grace might elſe have broke her crupper. Non aliter quam ſi immiſſis ruat hoſtibus omnis Carthago.——— So have I ſeen in Forreſt tall, From friendly cup the Acorn fall, And Bully tumble from the tree, As ripe for hanging; Down fell ſhe. She capr'd twice, or thrice, moſt finely; But th' Rope imbrac'd her neck ſo kindly: Till at the laſt, in mortal trance, She did conclude the diſmal dance. A yellow aromatick matter Dropt from her heels, commixt with water, Which ſinking through the Chamber floor, ——I • cl • mor ad alta Atria; concuſſam bacchatur fama per urbem Set all the houſe in ſad uproar. All at the firſt that they amiſs thought, Was that her Grace had miſt the piſs-pot: But when the ſtairs they had aſcended, And ſaw her Majeſty ſuſpended, The ſervants frighted paſt their ſenſes, Tumbled o're Buffets, Forms, and Benches, And ran to all the near abidings, With open cry to tell the tidings. Lamentis, gemituque, & ſoemineo ululatu Tecta fremunt, reſonat magnis plangoribus aether: Non aliter quam ſi, &c.—— Even like unto the diſmal yowl, When triſtfull Dogs at midnight howl: Or like the Dirges that through noſe Humme out to daunt their Pagan foes, When holy Round-heads go to battle, With ſuch a yell did Carthage rattle. Audiit ex •• imis, trepidoque exterrita curſu, U • g • ibus ora ſoror ſoedans, & pectora pugnis, Per medi • s • uit.———— At the firſt news poor Nancy skreeks, And tearing hair, and ſcratching cheeks, Ran up the ſtairs, and like a fell-ſhrow, Made all that ſtopt her, feel her elbow: Till having joſtled all oppoſers, And thruſt ſome twenty on thier noſes; At laſt the place ſhe ſet her feet on, Where Dido hung to dry, or ſweeten. Hoc illud germana ſuit?—— Was it for this ah! ſiſter, ſiſter! That I was ſent to Gaffer-Twiſter To buy a Rope; ——Me fraude petcbas? Hoc rogus iſte mihi, hoc ignes araeque parabant? was this (quoth ſhe) Your fine device to cozen me? Could none a halter elſe prepare ye, But I muſt be made acceſſary! Why knew I not thy dire intent, as I ſtill thy chiefeſt confident was! ———Comitém • e ſororem Spreviſti moriens? eadem me ad ſata vocaſſes: Idem ambas ferro doler, &c.——— What didſt thou know, but kindly I Might e'en have hang'd for company: But in thy ruin, I and all Thy people ſuffer, great and ſmall. And in this wilful woman-ſlaughter, Extinxti te, meque, ſoror, populumque, patreſque Sidonios, urbemque tuam; date vulnera lymphis, Th'aſt hang'd up Carthage, ſon & daughter. Albuam——— But ſtay, methinks I am not haſty, To cloſe thoſe eyes that ſtare ſo gaſtly. ——Sic fata, gradus evaſerat altos, Which ſaid, her buttocks on the board She ſos'd, that all the Chamber roar'd. And being active Laſs and light, At one jump more ſtood bolt upright. Sem ani nemque ſinu german • m amplexa fovebat Cum gemitu, &c.—— Ter ſeſe attollens——— Ter revoluta toro eſt— Thrice in her arms did Nancy catch her, Thrice thump't her boſome to diſpatch her. And thrice her lateſt breath did roar, In hollow ſound, at poſtern door. Tum Juno—— Then Juno who had ever been As 'twere ſworn ſiſter to the Queen: Hearing the lamentable cryes, That from her Village pierc'd the skies; Down towards Carthage bent her looks, Where ſeeing all things off the hooks, And Dido in unſeemly ſort, Hang dangling there, being ſorry for't, ——longum miſerata dolorem. And loth a Queen in hempen tackle, Should to Plebeians be ſpectacle; She call'd a little Emiſſary, That us'd her Embaſſies to carry, One Miſtriſs Iris: A main pretty, Nimble houſe-wife, yes and a witty, One that if bidden once, would do't, And had the length of Juno's foot So right, that for her parts and feature, She was become her Miſtreſs creature. This girle was born (as Poets hint to's,) At a ſmall Hamblet neer Olympus. And though by birth a Dyers daughter, Yet had her friends full well up-brought her, And becauſe Juno gave great wages, Preferr'd her thither for a Pageſs. Her Juno call'd away from ſtarching, And big with tears, bid her be marching, ———Irim demiſit Olympo, Quae luct intem •• imam n • xoſque reſolveret artus. Put on her wings, and ſwiftly clip it, To cut down Dido from the Gibbet. Iris when young, had learn'd to flie (As youth is full of waggery) Of a tame Jack-daw that ſhe had, And for her journeys, lately made Fine party-colour'd wings to flie in, No worſe then of her Fathers Dying; Who knowing that his daughter was To be preferr'd to ſuch a place, And what ſhe muſt b' imployed about, Had ſpared no coſt to ſet her out. E • go Iris croc •• s per coelum roſcida pennis, M • lle trahens varios adverſo ſolo colo • es, D • volat.——— At the command of Heaven's Goddeſs, She ties theſe wings faſt to her bodies, Which waving, did adorn the skie, With all the fair variety Of colours, that the Rain-bow ſhows When clad in her moſt gawdy cloths. Full ſwift ſhe flew, till coming near Carthage, ſhe made a Cancelleer, And then a ſtoop, when having ſpy'd Queen Dido's window ſtaring wide; (Set open you may well preſume, (As there was cauſe) to air the room,) She nimbly, to all folks amazement, Whips like a Swallow through the caſement. —Et ſupra caput aſtitit. Hunc ego Diti Sacrum juſſa fero; teque iſlo corpere ſolvo. O're Dido's head, ſhe took her ſtand, And cry'd, whilſt flouriſhing a brand, Sent down from Juno Queen come I Epilogue to this Tragedie. And thus O Dido let thee looſe, From twitch of ſuffocating nooſe: Sic ait—— Which ſaid, and toſſing high her blade With great dexterity, the Maid —Et dextra crinem ſee at: omnis & una Dilapſus calor, atque in ventos vita receſſit. Oh wonderfull! even at one ſide-blow Spoyl'd a good Rope, and down dropt Dido. FINIS.
A Liſt of ſome Choice Poems printed for Henry Brome at the Gun in lvy-lane. SCarronnides, or Virgile Traveſtie, a Mock-Poem: being the Firſt Book of Virgils Aeneis in Engliſh, Burleſque: by the ſame Author. Poems Lyrique, by Mr. Hen. Bold. Macronique, by Mr. Hen. Bold. Heroique, &c. by Mr. Hen. Bold. Songs and Poems by Mr. A. Brome, the ſecond Edition. All the Songs and Poems on the Long Parliament, from 1640, till 1661. by Perſons of Quality. Songs and Poems by the VVits of both Univerſities. Playes. The Engliſh More. The Love ſick Court. The New Academy. The VVeeding of Covent Garden. The Royal Exchange. The Jovial Crew, or The Merry Beggars.

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