With such rebukes mens mindes upkindled staied, and thick with preas
They stoode. But small and small from flight did Turnus then surceas,
Retiryng to that side where stood the fortresse gerdes aboute.
So much the more pursute the Troyans make with restles shoute,
And clustryng close they shoove. As when sometime men gathring thicke
A Lyon wylde assaylne, and hard with tooles oppressyng pricke.
But he affraied resists, sowerskowling grim he backward strides,
And neither taile to turne his pride him lets, nor wrath his sides
Will suffryng make him shew, nor forward can set furth his joynts,
Though fain he would, not able he is yet for men, for weapons poynts.
None otherwise did Turnus then retracting seeke bypath,
With stalking doubtfull steps, and deepe in minde reboyles his wrath.
Yet notwithstanding twise his enemies mids he did invade,
And twyse convertyng backs them take their walles in flight he made.
But thuniversall campe together joyning whole did rise,
Nor Juno Queene durst more against such strength so great suffice.
For Jove unto his sister down her ayry Raynbow sent
With message nothyng milde, and how that some should soone repent
If Turnus from the Troians loftie walles did not reyeelde,
The yong prince now therfore, with neither right hand yet, nor shield
Enduring can resist, so thickthrowne tooles on ech side prest
About his temples round bigbounsing beats, nor never at rest
His helmet tincgling tings, and stones with bumps his plates disglosse.
His topright crest from crown downe battred falles, nor brasen bosse
Sufficient is for strokes so doubledriving they not stint.
The Troyans all with speares, eke he him self with lightning dint
Syr Mnesteus forward shoves, than every lim on streaming swet
Doth drop downe black as pitch, nor gives him time his breth to fet.
Faint panting puls his joynts, and tierd with paines his entrails beat.
Then with a leape at last to Tyber flood in all that heat
He headlong kest him self, in complet armour compast all,
He smooth with chanell blew did softly him receyve from fall,
And to his mates him glad (from slaughters washt) home sent withall.
They stoode. But small and small from flight did Turnus then surceas,
Retiryng to that side where stood the fortresse gerdes aboute.
So much the more pursute the Troyans make with restles shoute,
And clustryng close they shoove. As when sometime men gathring thicke
A Lyon wylde assaylne, and hard with tooles oppressyng pricke.
But he affraied resists, sowerskowling grim he backward strides,
And neither taile to turne his pride him lets, nor wrath his sides
Will suffryng make him shew, nor forward can set furth his joynts,
Though fain he would, not able he is yet for men, for weapons poynts.
None otherwise did Turnus then retracting seeke bypath,
With stalking doubtfull steps, and deepe in minde reboyles his wrath.
Yet notwithstanding twise his enemies mids he did invade,
And twyse convertyng backs them take their walles in flight he made.
But thuniversall campe together joyning whole did rise,
Nor Juno Queene durst more against such strength so great suffice.
For Jove unto his sister down her ayry Raynbow sent
With message nothyng milde, and how that some should soone repent
If Turnus from the Troians loftie walles did not reyeelde,
The yong prince now therfore, with neither right hand yet, nor shield
Enduring can resist, so thickthrowne tooles on ech side prest
About his temples round bigbounsing beats, nor never at rest
His helmet tincgling tings, and stones with bumps his plates disglosse.
His topright crest from crown downe battred falles, nor brasen bosse
Sufficient is for strokes so doubledriving they not stint.
The Troyans all with speares, eke he him self with lightning dint
Syr Mnesteus forward shoves, than every lim on streaming swet
Doth drop downe black as pitch, nor gives him time his breth to fet.
Faint panting puls his joynts, and tierd with paines his entrails beat.
Then with a leape at last to Tyber flood in all that heat
He headlong kest him self, in complet armour compast all,
He smooth with chanell blew did softly him receyve from fall,
And to his mates him glad (from slaughters washt) home sent withall.