Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
And he no whit misliking their aduice
Went forth, and did before the altar hold
In his right hand a cup to sacrifice,
And fild with[168] wine, and white hinds bloud scarce cold.
And then before her stature straight hee told
Deuoutly all his whole peticion there,
In sorte (they say) as is repeated heere.[169]
27.
“O goddesse great in groues that putst wilde boares in feareful
feare,
And maist goe all the compasse pathes of euery ayrye sphere,
Eke of th’ infernall houses too, resolue the earthly rights,
And tell what countrey in to dwell thou giu’st vs Troian wights.
Assigne a certaine seate where I shall worship thee for aye,
And where repleat with virgins, I, erect thy temples maye.”
28.
When nine times hee had spoken this, and went
Foure times the altar rounde, and staide agen,
He powr’d the wine and bloud in hand hee hent
Into the fire. O witlesse cares of men,
Such folly meere, and blindnes great was then.
But if religion now biddes toyes farewell,
Embrace that’s good, the vice of times I tell.
29.
He layde him then downe by the altars side,
Vpon the white _Hindes_ skin espred therefore:
It was the third houre of the night, a tyde
Of sweetest sleepe, hee gaue himselfe the more
To rest[170] perdy.[171] Then seemed him before
_Diana_ chaste, the goddesse to appeare,
And spake to him these wordes that you shall heare.
30.
“O _Brute_, farre vnder _Phœbus_ fall, beyonde of _France_ that
raigne,
An Iland in the Ocean is, with sea tis compast mayne,
An Iland in the Ocean is, where Giauntes erst[172] did dwell:
But now a desert place that’s fit, will serue thy people well.
To this direct thy race, for there shall bee thy seate for aye,
And to thy sonnes there shall bee built another stately _Troye_.
Here of thy progeny and stocke, shall mightie Kings descend,
And vnto them as subiect, all the world shall bow and bend.”
31.
On this hee woke, with ioyfull cheere, and told
The vision all, and oracle it[173] gaue:
So it reioyst their hearts a thowsande fold.
To ships they got, away the shores they draue,
And hoysing sailes, for happie windes they craue.
In thirty dayes their voyage so they dight,
That on the coast of Aphrica[174] they light.
32.
Then to _Philænes_ altars they attayn’d,
(For so men call two hilles erected are
In Tumise land) two brethren ground that gain’d
For Carthage once, and went tis sayd too farre,
On Cyren ground for bounds, there buryed were.
Because they would not turne againe, but striue
With Cyren men, they buryed them aliue.
33.
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