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But first the corpse of our unhappy friend,
-40 Who not inglorious in his age’s bloom Was hurry'd hence by too severe a doom.
Thus, weeping while he spoke, he took his way,
troop of Trojans mix?d with these appear,
Unhappy youth! when fortune gave the reft Of my full wishes, she refus'd the best!
60 She came; but brought not thee along, to bless My longing eyes, and share in my success : She grudg'd thy safe return, the triumphs due To profperous valour, in the public view. Not thus I promis’d, when my father lent Thy needless fuccour with a fad confent; Embrac'd me parting for th' Etrurian land, And lent ine to postele a large.command.
He warn`d, and from his own experience told,
Thus having mourn’d, he gave the word around, To raise the breathless body from the ground; 90 And chose a thousand horse, the flower of all His warlike troops, wait the funeral : To bear him back, and share Evander's grief (A well-becoming, but a weak relief). Of oaken twigs they twist an easy bier ;
95 Then on their shoulders the sad burden rear. The body on this rural herse is born, Strew'd leaves and funeral greens the bier adorn.
All pale he lies, and looks a lovely flower,
Acætes on his pupil's corpse attends, . With feeble steps ; supported by his friends : Pausing at every pace, in sorrow drown'd,
125 Betwixt their arms he finks upon the ground. Where groveling, while he lies in deep despair, He beats his breast, and rends his hoary hair.
The champion's chariot next is seen to roll,
140 In long procession rank'd; the pious chief. Stopp'd in the rear, and gave a vent to grief. The public care, he said, which war attends, Diverts our present woes, at least suspends :. Peace with the manes of great
Pallas dwell; 145 Hail holy relicks, and a last farewell ! He said no more, but inly though he mourn'd, Restrain'd his tears, and to the camp return'd..
Now suppliants, from Laurentum sent, demand A truce, with olive-branches in their hand..
150 Obtest his clemency, and from the plain Beg leave to draw the bodies of their slain. They plead, that none those common rites deny. To conquer'd foes, that in fair battle die. All cause of hate was ended in their death ; Nor could he war with bodies void of breath. A king, they hop'd, would hear a king's request : Whose son he once was call:d, and once his guest.
Their fuit, which was too just to be deny’d, The hero grants, and farther thus reply'd': 160 Latian princes, how severe a fate In causeless quarrels has involv'd your state ! And arm'd against an unoffending man, Who fought your friendship ere the war began! You beg a truce, which I would gladly give, 165 Not only for the llain, but those who live. I came not hither but by heaven's command, And sent by Fate to share the Latian land. Nor wage
I wars unjust; your king deny'd My proffer'd friendship, and my promis'd bride. 170 Left me for Turnus ; Turnus then should try His cause in arms, to conquer or to die. My right and his are in dispute : the slain Fell without fault, our quarrel to maintain. In equal arms let us alone contend;
175 And let him vanquish, whom his Fates befriend. This is the way, so tell lrim, to possess The royal virgin, and restore the peace. Bear this my message back; with ample leave That your Sain friends
may funeral-rites receive. Ilo Thus having faid, th' embassadors amaz'd, Stood mute a while, and on each other gaz'd: Drances, their chief, who harbour'd in his breast Long hate to Turnus, as his foe profess’d, Broke silence first, and to the godlike man,
185 With graceful action bowing, thus began :
Auspicious prince, in arms a mighty name, But yet whose actions far transcend your fame :