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From her black bloody locks the Fury shakes
Her darling plague, the fav'rite of her snakes:
With her full force she threw the pois'nous dart,

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And fix'd it deep within Amata's heart,

That, thus envenom'd, she might kindle rage,
And sacrifice to strife her house and husband's age.

Unseen, unfelt, the fiery serpent skims

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Betwixt her linen and her naked limbs,

His baneful breath inspiring as he glides.
Now like a chain around her neck he rides,

Now like a fillet to her head repairs,

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And with his circling volumes folds her hairs.

At first the silent venom slid with ease,
And seized her cooler senses by degrees;
Then, ere th' infected mass was fired too far,

In plaintive accents she began the war,
And thus bespoke her husband: 'Shall,' she said,
' A wand'ring prince enjoy Lavinia's bed?

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If nature plead not in a parent's heart,

Pity my tears, and pity her desert.

I know, my dearest lord, the time will come
You would, in vain, reverse your cruel doom :
The faithless pirate soon will set to sea,
And bear the royal virgin far away!
A guest like him, a Trojan guest before,
In show of friendship sought the Spartan shore,
And ravish'd Helen from her husband bore.

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Think on a king's inviolable word;

And think on Turnus, her once plighted lord.
To this false foreigner you give your throne,
And wrong a friend, a kinsman, and a son.
Resume your ancient care; and, if the god
Your sire, and you, resolve on foreign blood,
Know all are foreign, in a larger sense,
Not born your subjects, or derived from hence.

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Then, if the line of Turnus you retrace,
He springs from Inachus of Argive race.'
But, when she saw her reasons idly spent,
And could not move him from his fix'd intent,
She flew to rage; for now the snake possess'd
Her vital parts, and poison'd all her breast.
She raves, she runs with a distracted pace,
And fills, with horrid howls, the public place.
And, as young striplings whip the top for sport,
On the smooth pavement of an empty court;
The wooden engine flies and whirls about,
Admired, with clamors, of the beardless rout;
They lash aloud; each other they provoke,
And lend their little souls at ev'ry stroke:
Thus fares the queen; and thus her fury blows
Amidst the crowd, and kindles as she goes.
Nor yet content, she strains her malice more,
And adds new ills to those contrived before:
She flies the town, and, mixing with the throng
Of madding matrons, bears the bride along,
Wand'ring through woods and wilds, and devious ways,
And with these arts the Trojan match delays.
She feign'd the rites of Bacchus; cried aloud,
And to the buxom god the virgin vow'd.
'Euoi! O Bacchus!' thus began the song;
And 'Euoi!' answer'd all the female throng.
O virgin worthy thee alone!' she cried;

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O worthy thee alone!' the crew replied.
For thee she feeds her hair, she leads thy dance,
And with thy winding ivy wreathes her lance.'
Like fury seized the rest: the progress known,
All seek the mountains, and forsake the town:

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All, clad in skins of beasts, the javelin bear,

Give to the wanton winds their flowing hair;

And shrieks and shoutings rend the suff'ring air.

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The queen herself, inspired with rage divine,
Shook high above her head a flaming pine,
Then roll'd her haggard eyes around the throng,
And sung, in Turnus' name, the nuptial song:
'Iö! ye Latian dames, if any here
Hold your unhappy queen, Amata, dear;
If there be here,' she said, 'who dare maintain
My right, nor think the name of mother vain;
Unbind your fillets, loose your flowing hair,
And orgies and nocturnal rites prepare.'
Amata's breast the Fury thus invades,
And fires with rage, amid the sylvan shades.
Then, when she found her venom spread so far,
The royal house embroil'd in civil war,
Raised on her dusky wings, she cleaves the skies,
And seeks the palace where young Turnus lies.
His town, as fame reports, was built of old
By Danae, pregnant with almighty gold,
Who fled her father's rage, and, with a train
Of following Argives, through the stormy main,
Driven by the southern blasts, was fated here to

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Once a fair city, now consumed with years.
Here, in his lofty palace, Turnus lay,
Betwixt the confines of the night and day,

Secure in sleep. -The Fury laid aside

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Her looks and limbs, and with new methods tried
The foulness of th' infernal form to hide.

Propp'd on a staff, she takes a trembling mien :
Her face is furrow'd, and her front obscene;
Deep-dinted wrinkles on her cheek she draws;
Sunk are her eyes, and toothless are her jaws ;

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Her hoary hair with holy fillets bound,

Her temples with an olive wreath are crown'd.

Old Chalybe, who kept the sacred fane

Of Juno, now she seem'd, and thus began,

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Appearing in a dream, to rouse the careless man :
Shall Turnus then such endless toil sustain

In fighting fields, and conquer towns in vain?
Win, for a Trojan head to wear the prize,

Usurp thy crown, enjoy thy victories?

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The bride and sceptre, which thy blood has bought,
The king transfers; and foreign heirs are sought!

Go now, deluded man, and seek again
New toils, new dangers, on the dusty plain !
Repel the Tuscan foes; their city seize;
Protect the Latians in luxurious ease !

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This dream all-pow'rful Juno sends: I bear
Her mighty mandates; and her words you hear.
Haste! arm your Ardeans; issue to the plain;
With faith to friend, assault the Trojan train :
Their thoughtless chiefs, their painted ships that lie
In Tiber's mouth, with fire and sword destroy.
The Latian king, unless he shall submit,

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Own his old promise, and his new forget

Let him, in arms, the pow'r of Turnus prove,
And learn to fear whom he disdains to love.

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For such is heav'n's command.'-The youthful prince

With scorn replied, and made this bold defence :

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You tell me, mother, what I knew before,

The Phrygian fleet is landed on the shore.
I neither fear nor will provoke the war:

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My fate is Juno's most peculiar care.
But time has made you dote, and vainly tell
Of arms imagined in your lonely cell.

Go! be the temple and the gods your care:
Permit to men the thought of peace and war.'
These haughty words Alecto's rage provoke;
And frighted Turnus trembled as she spoke.

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Her eyes grow stiffen'd, and with sulphur burn;
Her hideous looks and hellish form return:
Her curling snakes with hissings fill the place,
And open all the furies of her face :
Then, darting fire from her malignant eyes,
She cast him backward as he strove to rise,
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High on her head she rears two twisted snakes:

Her chains she rattles, and her whip she shakes; And, churning bloody foam, thus loudly speaks: 'Behold whom time has made to dote, and tell

Of arms, imagined in her lonely cell;

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Behold the Fates' infernal minister!

War, death, destruction, in my hand I bear.'

Thus having said, her smould'ring torch, impress'd.

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With her full force, she plunged into his breast.
Aghast he waked; and starting from his bed,
Cold sweat, in clammy drops, his limbs o'erspread.
'Arms! arms!' he cries: 'my sword and shield pre-

pare!'

He breathes defiance, blood, and mortal war.
So, when with crackling flames a cauldron fries,
The bubbling waters from the bottom rise :
Above the brims they force their fiery way;
Black vapors climb aloft, and cloud the day.
The peace polluted thus, a chosen band
He first commissions to the Latian land,
In threat'ning embassy; then raised the rest,
To meet in arms th' intruding Trojan guest,
To force the foes from the Lavinian shore,
And Italy's endanger'd peace restore.
Himself alone an equal match he boasts,
To fight the Phrygian and Ausonian hosts.
The gods invoked, the Rutuli prepare
Their arms, and warm each other to the war.

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