Then Liger thus: "Thy confidence is vain To scape from hence, as from the Trojan plain:
Nor these the steeds which Diomede bestrode, Nor this the chariot where Achilles rode;Nor Venus' veil is here, near Neptune's shield;Thy fatal hour is come, and this the field."Thus Liger vainly vaunts: the Trojan Return'd his answer with his flying spear.
As Lucagus, to lash his horses, bends, Prone to the wheels, and his left foot protends, Prepar'd for fight; the fatal dart arrives, And thro' the borders of his buckler drives;Pass'd thro' and pierc'd his groin: the deadly wound, Cast from his chariot, roll'd him on the ground.
Whom thus the chief upbraids with scornful spite:
"Blame not the slowness of your steeds in flight;Vain shadows did not force their swift retreat;But you yourself forsake your empty seat."He said, and seiz'd at once the loosen'd rein;For Liger lay already on the plain, By the same shock: then, stretching out his hands, The recreant thus his wretched life demands:
"Now, by thyself, O more than mortal man!
By her and him from whom thy breath began, Who form'd thee thus divine, I beg thee, spare This forfeit life, and hear thy suppliant's pray'r."Thus much he spoke, and more he would have said;But the stern hero turn'd aside his head, And cut him short: "I hear another man;You talk'd not thus before the fight began.
Now take your turn; and, as a brother should, Attend your brother to the Stygian flood."Then thro' his breast his fatal sword he sent, And the soul issued at the gaping vent.
As storms the skies, and torrents tear the ground, Thus rag'd the prince, and scatter'd deaths around.
At length Ascanius and the Trojan train Broke from the camp, so long besieg'd in vain.
Meantime the King of Gods and Mortal Man Held conference with his queen, and thus began:
"My sister goddess, and well-pleasing wife, Still think you Venus' aid supports the strife-Sustains her Trojans- or themselves, alone, With inborn valor force their fortune on?
How fierce in fight, with courage undecay'd!
Judge if such warriors want immortal aid."To whom the goddess with the charming eyes, Soft in her tone, submissively replies:
"Why, O my sov'reign lord, whose frown I fear, And cannot, unconcern'd, your anger bear;Why urge you thus my grief? when, if I still (As once I was) were mistress of your will, From your almighty pow'r your pleasing wife Might gain the grace of length'ning Turnus' life, Securely snatch him from the fatal fight, And give him to his aged father's sight.
Now let him perish, since you hold it good, And glut the Trojans with his pious blood.
Yet from our lineage he derives his name, And, in the fourth degree, from god Pilumnus came;Yet he devoutly pays you rites divine, And offers daily incense at your shrine."Then shortly thus the sov'reign god replied:
"Since in my pow'r and goodness you confide, If for a little space, a lengthen'd span, You beg reprieve for this expiring man, I grant you leave to take your Turnus hence From instant fate, and can so far dispense.
But, if some secret meaning lies beneath, To save the short-liv'd youth from destin'd death, Or if a farther thought you entertain, To change the fates; you feed your hopes in vain."To whom the goddess thus, with weeping eyes:
"And what if that request, your tongue denies, Your heart should grant; and not a short reprieve, But length of certain life, to Turnus give?
Now speedy death attends the guiltless youth, If my presaging soul divines with truth;Which, O! I wish, might err thro' causeless fears, And you (for you have pow'r) prolong his years!"Thus having said, involv'd in clouds, she flies, And drives a storm before her thro' the skies.
Swift she descends, alighting on the plain, Where the fierce foes a dubious fight maintain.
Of air condens'd a specter soon she made;And, what Aeneas was, such seem'd the shade.
Adorn'd with Dardan arms, the phantom bore His head aloft; a plumy crest he wore;This hand appear'd a shining sword to wield,.
And that sustain'd an imitated shield.
With manly mien he stalk'd along the ground, Nor wanted voice belied, nor vaunting sound.
(Thus haunting ghosts appear to waking sight, Or dreadful visions in our dreams by night.)The specter seems the Daunian chief to dare, And flourishes his empty sword in air.
At this, advancing, Turnus hurl'd his spear:
The phantom wheel'd, and seem'd to fly for fear.
Deluded Turnus thought the Trojan fled, And with vain hopes his haughty fancy fed.
"Whether, O coward?" (thus he calls aloud, Nor found he spoke to wind, and chas'd a cloud,)"Why thus forsake your bride! Receive from me The fated land you sought so long by sea."He said, and, brandishing at once his blade, With eager pace pursued the flying shade.
By chance a ship was fasten'd to the shore, Which from old Clusium King Osinius bore:
The plank was ready laid for safe ascent;For shelter there the trembling shadow bent, And skipp't and skulk'd, and under hatches went.
Exulting Turnus, with regardless haste, Ascends the plank, and to the galley pass'd.
Scarce had he reach'd the prow: Saturnia's hand The haulsers cuts, and shoots the ship from land.
With wind in poop, the vessel plows the sea, And measures back with speed her former way.
Meantime Aeneas seeks his absent foe, And sends his slaughter'd troops to shades below.
The guileful phantom now forsook the shroud, And flew sublime, and vanish'd in a cloud.
Too late young Turnus the delusion found, Far on the sea, still ****** from the ground.
Then, thankless for a life redeem'd by shame, With sense of honor stung, and forfeit fame, Fearful besides of what in fight had pass'd, His hands and haggard eyes to heav'n he cast;"O Jove!" he cried, "for what offense have Deserv'd to bear this endless infamy?
Whence am I forc'd, and whether am I borne?
How, and with what reproach, shall I return?
Shall ever I behold the Latian plain, Or see Laurentum's lofty tow'rs again?
