ACHATES

Brave Prince of Troy, thou only art our God, That by thy virtues freest us from annoy, And makes our Hope's survive to cunning joys: Do thou but smile, and cloudy heaven will clear, Whose night and day descendeth from thy brows: Though we be now in extreme misery, And rest the map of weather beaten woe: Yet shall the aged Sun shed forth his air, To make us live unto our former heat, And every beast the forest does send forth, Bequeathe her young ones to our scanted food. The air is pleasant, and the soil most fit For Cities, and societies supports: Yet much I marvel that I cannot find, No steps of men imprinted in the earth. Why stands my sweet Aeneas thus amazed? What means Aeneas? Aeneas see here come the Citizens, Leave to lament left they laugh at our fears. Like Illioneus speaks this Noble man, But Illioneus goes not in such robes. Aeneas see Sergestus or his ghost. Oh Illioneus, art thou yet alive? What happened to the Queen we cannot show We hear they led her captive into Greece, As for Aeneas he swom quickly back, And Helena betrayed Du ̄ phobus Her Lover, after Alexander died, And so was reconciled to Menelaus. That will Aeneas show your majesty. I saw this man at Troy ere Troy was sacked. As I remember, here you shot the Dear, That saved your famished soldiers lives from death, When first you set your foot upon the shore, And here we met fair Venus virgin Like, Bearing her bow and quiver at her back. Did ever men see such a sudden storm? Or day so clear so suddenly orecast? I think it was the devils revelling night, There was such hurly burly in the heavens: Doubtless Apollos Axletree is cracked, Or aged Atlas shoulder out of joint, The motion was so over violent. What wills our Lord, or wherefore did he call? Banish that ticing dame from forth your mouth, And follow your foreseeing stars in all; This is no life for men at arms to live, Where dalliance does consume a Soldiers strength, And wanton motions of alluring eyes, Effeminate our minds inured to war. Because I feared your grace would keep me here, Then let Aeneas go aboard with us. Aeneas for his parentage deserves As large a kingdom as is Labia. What length or breadth shall this brave town continued ̄ taine? And in this humour is Achate's to, I cannot choose but fallen upon my knees, And kiss his hand: Oh where is Hecuba, Here she was wont to fit, but saving air Is nothing here, and what is this but stone? Thy mind Aeneas that would have it so Deludes thy eye sighed, Priamus is dead.