Tradu­zione inglese e testo latino di Bernar­dino Capella e Gaspare Manio de Clodiis

Appendix I English Trans­la­tion and Latin Text of Bernar­dino Capella and Gaspare Manio de Clodiis, Eclogue and Panegy­rics for Cardinal Riario

BL, Harley MS 4088, fols 13 r –21 r , ante 1484 1

Trans­la­tion

To the Most Reverend and Venerable Lord in Christ the Father and the Lord, Raphael Cardinal of San Giorgio and the most worthy Camer­lengo of Our Most Sacred Lord, Bernar­dinus Capella and Gaspare Manio, your most devoted clients, send gree­tings. Raphael, most distin­gu­ished prince, whose virtue and fortune in compe­ti­tion never cease to occa­sion deserved expres­sions of obse­quious­ness, you ordered through the wise and fort­u­nate man, and also the Maecenas of Apollo’s cohort, Agos­tino Maffei, an eclogue to be composed somehow for fun as the end of a comedy put on in your honour. We ourselves would publish it joyfully, but are afraid to do so. We have furnished ourselves who yield to your power and merits with in parti­cular so great an inter­me­diary to encou­rage us, and it will come forth however it will be, by means of this mediator, into your most sacred hands; and you will read it not with the judge­ment you are accus­tomed to for heroic poetry, but for pastoral poems, more slender and uncul­ti­vated, as the size of this rough little book indi­cates. But if it will be successful by the judge­ment of either party, our minds will be provoked to attempt at some point verses in a grander style that are worthy of you. May your clemency flou­rish excel­lently, whose excel­lent strength is destined perpe­tually to be fruitful for excel­lent health and for all expert and good men.

Bernar­dino Capella

While you read these insuf­fi­ci­ently eloquent jeux d’esprit that are shameful, rather rustic, crude, and inso­lent, which have not been written with exces­sive toil, lower in a lenient manner your brow that is sacred to Latium. Here there is not the Curia, the Temples, the Senate, but rather the Gymnasia, the Thea­tres, the Baths, among which there is no shame in confes­sing what is base. Ther­e­fore if there is anything we have composed in these pages that is impu­dent or insuf­fi­ci­ently serious, since we are trivial men and jesters, Raphael, we ther­e­fore ask that you do not consider this to be anything else. To the Reverend Father and Lord, and supporter of all letters,

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MS f 5, fols 5 v –8 v , and Oxford, Bodleian Library, MS Lat. misc. c. 62, fols 14 v –17 r .

Other, less complete versions are found in Perugia, Biblio­teca Augusta, MS C 61, fols 13 r –15 r , Perugia, Biblio­teca Augusta,

Lord Raphael, Cardinal of San Giorgio, the Eclogue of Bernar­dino Capella and Gaspare Manio, in which one person is intro­duced under the name of Almo, the other under the name of Tiberinus.

[Almo:]

What does your left hand supporting your chin mean, Tibe­rinus: come, tell me. Or to what do the cove­rings of your servile form relate? Or why do you medi­tate so sadly in the sweet shade? Why does your pipe not play its usual songs? And why do you not perform a song with me on your slender reed­pipe? Surely the fierce enemy has not driven away your goats as they were feeding? Or has the evil conta­gion of disease taken a hold of your herds? Or does Linos burn your wind­pipe with his kindled torches? For him you were accus­tomed to bind your twigs with a sinuous rush and were accus­tomed to draw off the coagu­la­tion of the quive­ring milk. And to him you used to give lilies spread forth in broad baskets, and you wrea­thed his youthful temples. Come then, break off delay: or say what care wearies you, or let us sing toge­ther of pastoral loves.

Tibe­rinus:

You arrive as a late comforter of our cala­mi­ties, Almo. Where are you heading? Relax a little under this shade of an elm, while I tell you why I am passing time in such melan­choly silence. The reason for my pres­sing pain is not Linos, for whom you burned with love as he fled through the woods and denied you ever­y­thing, when a pipe grew for you upon a sloping reed as you left behind the herds and the tremu­lous lambs, until he was exhausted and came under our love. That dange­rous madness was present in me when my years were too young: fortune now creates other labours. Alas, I remember that once foun­tains which gently flowed here provided welcome nourish­ment to weary farmers; verdant woods and farm­lands rose up from the soft earth, and goats ranged over their cliffs. I heard Tityron and others lead happy dances, and two-horned Satyrs speed up their applause. The woods, moun­tains and fertile fields rejoiced. Now the wild fury of our neigh­bour has

taken away the herds and flocks, and the owners have fallen under a similar lot. Boars and savage lions depo­pu­late the fields: there is no house, and no flock. Hunger tortures our deman­ding stomach. I have broken my pipes and aban­doned my songs. Thus do I bear grim servi­tude, thus has a sordid form surrounded my flanks. Nor do the gods look out for pious rustic men.

Almo:

You speak the truth, and its credi­bi­lity is sure. I myself have seen the ruins of which you sing, and the flock while chewing its grass heard that the fierce predator has already drawn up to another region. And I remember here that by the murmurs of the shining spring, among the leafy waves of the grove’s cove­ring, he lay his limbs down with you beneath the shrill song of birds. And he joined toge­ther the light reeds with pliable wax and struck rhythms, or applied his powers to the cithara. Mean­while the lambs spread over the shaggy cliffs. Nor did any fragile wicker­work surround the pens. Herds wandered among unguarded fields. But if the affairs of men are tormented by inces­sant waves, and the ship which was safe across the turbu­lent sea is tossed as a ship­w­reck amidst unde­fended harbours: why, Tibe­rinus, do you fear the deceits of untrust­worthy fate? Perhaps after some hours, we will see all things become tran­quil, and you will harvest the grain glea­ming on its stalks, and the barba­rous soldier will leave the fields he now has, and he will earn his coin under a diffe­rent clime. Savage Mars, sent into shadowy Tartarus, will be absent, and Bellona will come to be conquered under the triumphs of peace. Bril­liant faith will be present, and Astraea, having left behind the gods, will delight to live among the Latin house­hold deities with us. Pales herself and Father Liber, and the Fauns and Ceres, and those to whom it is a passion and care to protect the fields, let them now return, and get ready to lead happy dances. And where a dark marsh buries the pastures with muddy reeds, and the sterile reeds hold sway over the fields, and the barren thistle has grown with its sharp thorns: here you will see flowers beje­wel­ling the tender grass, and where no shades drive away the violent sun, here the roaming ivy will stretch forth its exten­sive garlands. Or the vines will weave shadows with their wande­ring bran­ches, and the shadows which emanate from the silent foun­tains will arise more abun­dantly among the dark­ness with a deep murmur. These things will help you to find the sleep that has evaded you. Be of good cheer, and cast off your anxious cares. And with our teacher as your leader you will not fear anything for us and our flock.

Tibe­rinus:

Provided that this hope of ours does not frus­trate our compa­n­ions as they plough, it is certainly, Almo, the only plea­sure of our cares. For when I long ago sought the divine powers of father Faunus, my Melete sought me with her accus­tomed fervour. God smiled upon us and was destined to grant our prayers for better things: the fields, the herds of sheep and the songs of the wood. Ther­e­fore I saw on the crag the Satyrs, and the Dryads, and Naiads and all the powerful clan of gods in the forests cele­bra­ting fitting melo­dies in garm­ents that were not humble. They were not singing anything sylvan or murm­u­ring anything pastoral, and they signed me up, if inane sleep has not taken hold of my mind, and ordered me to take part in their chorus. I was now playing with a new voice:

now did I compose poems such as learned Alcon had shown to country-dwel­lers, as he sat on this cliff, with a triple hemlock-pipe resounding; the gods were happy and at hand. Now they sit in that valley, appro­ving their various songs or words.

Almo:

This Faus­tulus once said to me, if I remember correctly, that he raised up afflicted minds, when the decaying force of death was oppres­sing the mortal race and dome­stic and wild animals, and there was no cure for outra­geous pain.

Tibe­rinus:

Oh, you would be fort­u­nate if you had chanced to be present: come then, while Titan draws out the rest of his circle, if your recent care for Amyntas does not divert you else­where. Fit the reed to your mouth and begin, or if you want to assign the turns to sing by lot, with our fingers compe­ting before­hand [i.e. before we compete with songs], break off delay: even or odd [a refe­rence to the game par impar]. Look, it’s even, you begin.

Almo:

To where do you, fort­u­nate woman, flee from me? Why do you destroy a wret­ched love? Surely you see that without you, although ever­y­thing is now smiling, the mossy springs and green fields become dry. And recently the pregnant cows who stret­ched full their udders now, barren of milk, have closed their weary channels.

Tibe­rinus:

That boy Romulus does not flee from me, he heals one in pain, and he lay down with me in this green cave. He is sweeter than cher­ries, nuts, prunes and fresh milk, and more beau­tiful in appearance than Bacchus himself. And Phoebus could be seen, if he chanced to sing.

Almo:

The unripe corn lies next to you buried in the field, and apples lie on the ground down­trodden among the aban­doned grass. Straw­ber­ries waste away and languish beneath the grief-stri­cken woods. If our love at any rate does not touch you, look towards those things that are gradu­ally dying, lest, once the fruits have been harve­sted, a weary Muse should go begging beneath the Aonian cave.

Tibe­rinus:

See how I now hope for the joys of full fields. Be present here, and weave onto your head various garlands. While the hot sun shines in excess from its utmost citadel, let us play, you yourself will give a thousand kisses, and a thousand. And soon toge­ther we will chase light-footed deer and hares, or we will delight in spearing lofty birds in the tree. To be able to enjoy this so much is nothing other than true pleasure.

Almo:

After the losses of our property do not sway you, you will mock even the impious fates of the afflicted farmer: take care of yourself, and preserve yourself for life. Look, the Earth boils with the Nemean lion, and the locusts of summer leap through the arid meadows. Look, the time comes in which the torrid air may seethe, and the arid orchards resound with the cicadas of summer. And although you can sing with me under the cave and hear the sweet whis­pers of the leaping water: you prefer to run through the fields and the open glades. You do not care for the heavy summer solstice without me nor the cold spells. Because, although it is so, we will endure hidden fires: nor will any reason change our mad bouts of insa­nity. Just as perhaps rain has not always fallen upon the corn, nor are the Assy­rian woods shaken conti­nu­ally by the wind, nor does the sea fill fleets with conti­nual blasts of wind, so too she who now looks upon me with stern coun­ten­ance will hasten to kiss me with a tran­quil expression.

Tibe­rinus:

Do not fear: now, dear boy, better ages will be granted, the king­doms of the sickle-wiel­ding ruler [Saturn] are shown; nouris­hing Themis, rever­ence and virtue return to their lands, along with the many who followed the stars and left these lands; the earth of its own accord will offer up its fields to the living; elms will ooze nectar from their tender bark. And boun­tiful streams will offer forth unusual liquid, whether they will be of honey or milk; the lamb will not fear the lion, nor will the calf. The heifer will not fear the wolf. Safe peoples will enjoy happy commerce. There will be peace on earth: Bellona will not lead any triumphs, and savage Mars will live shut up in his cave. There will be great tran­quil­lity. Nature, the creator of things, will not keep iron (which was previously unknown to mise­rable mortals) for her own uses but will bring it in common. She will hide deadly gold, and it will not please anyone. But now the fleeing sun doubles the shadows beneath the moun­tains and the sated herds seek out their pens and homes. Applaud, rejoice, be happy and fare­well, farmers. Applaud, rejoice, be happy and fare­well, Romans.

End.

To the Most Reverend in Christ Prince and Most Venerable Lord Raphael Cardinal of San Giorgio the poems of Gaspare Manio set to the lyre after dinner. Now, outstan­ding Prince Raphael, it is time to speak with a better lyre and a more sublime plec­trum, if I should wish to report your fame and praise, the gifts of the gods and what you have earned in your divi­nity: learned Muses, sprinkle water and garlands upon me as I sing. Sacred Coritians now give all things. I am perhaps foolish to call upon the powers of the gods now, when you are present. Fare­well to the old crowd of Muses. You

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‘Euhan’ is an epithet for Bacchus. The ‘Sullan citizen’ alludes to Florence; the Roman general Sulla

(Lucius Corne­lius Sulla) was said to have founded Florence.

are my Phoebus, my Parn­as­sian spring, Euhan. 2 You give bright leisure to my intellect; at the same time, may the hero Maffei, the venerable man who has taken his name from Augustus, support and favour me. You are embraced by the arms of fortune and in the kind bosom of virtue, being begotten from a famous ancestor. Then you try to shape the gifts of your mind with the effort of your beha­viour: suddenly you are eminent. Sixtus, the ponti­fical glory of the popes, garlands your temples with rosy honour for your merits. What proper honours of virtue should I attri­bute to him: his labours in wars, or sacred reli­gion? If I should be silent, I am in pain. Any envious person be absent from here; yet I would not think that envy could do harm. The Sullan citizen 3 felt, when he raged iniqui­tously, with what hand he took up bloody wars for you. How has Etruria almost been over­come again by great trophies, after your misfor­tunes, proud Rome? But we have sprinkled too much fire on the ashes; let it be enough to have conquered but not to have harmed. If we believe that the universe is cons­trained by divine reason, only as is granted by a heavenly mind, you, though so young, take control of power under Father Sixtus, which it now scar­cely pleases you to retain. The piety and honour that was so rejected will come with a double reward a little later, but that day will bring true glory. For you worship the Muses and Phoebus Apollo, and in sweet quiet you, learned in the ways of huma­nity, teach us our path. Let us live for ourselves: depart, sad cares, this day is the only path for the highest gods. Through you happy Rome may look upon her theatre and, though envied, may long for the houses of old. You also make Phoebus renew his old songs, and you order him to take up the plec­trum and the lyre. What should I desire, prince most worthy of such great gifts? There is some­thing greater, about which it is plea­sing to keep silent. Let us believe that, for we sing these things under Phoebus’ auspices. It is wrong for Phoebus to say, speak, or want false things. Apollo persuaded Aeneas when he was fleeing and carrying sacra­ments to seek his kingdom in its fated land. Fort­u­nate Brutus when he returned cast out the Tarquinii through Apollo’s power, and brought the first kisses to his mother. I have sung of these things, although with a rather meagre plec­trum and lyre; often a small war trumpet will stir up Mars.

To the Most Reverend Prince in Christ and his most venerable Lord and singular patron, Raphael, Cardinal of San Giorgio, most worthy Came­ra­rius of our Most Holy Lord, Bernar­dinus Capella, his most devoted client, sends gree­tings. Poets do not always make up futile lies, nor does our Thalia fabri­cate false tunes. Receive what fate-decre­eing Apollo dictated to me and wished me to insert into my trivial poems since you are the only certain hope for ragged poets, and the Muse lives, now that she has been received into your embrace. And through you Rome may reco­g­nise the descen­dants of her home­land, and the past ages of the Roman toga may return. By this new gift, ancient applause may be repeated when the culti­vated thea­tres reso­nate with pleasant

jokes. Then wars are kindled and terrible Mars sets swords in motion, and insulted anger provokes fighting lords. And the poor steward laments his stolen sheep and grieves the seeds cast on the soil in vain. Merci­less enemies press upon Roman walls, and Rome is forced to fear hostile hands. I sing of remar­kable things: you were able to bend back rabid grief, and to turn grim slaughter into tender jokes. Ther­e­fore, come, while sails are being struck by various winds, and the hollow hull fears the waters on either side, allow him to build and cons­truct piled foun­da­tions and to break rocks from the ridges of the Vatican, and to dig labo­rious ditches through the midst of moun­tains, and to prepare grim weapons against enemy threats. May it please him to call forth nort­hern squa­drons into war, and to set in motion a thousand ships against the wild enemy. Let him disturb his cups with anxious cares, while he breaks the noble work of snow-white peace. But while the sun seethes with its dry air, and while Scylla domi­nates the queru­lous waters, may the sweet leisure of the Casta­lian font please you to place your relaxed limbs on a soft couch, and to drink dry overflowing

Latin text

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R[everendissi]mo in christo patri et domino observandi[ssimo] Domino Raph. Card. S. Georgii ac S[anctissi]mi D. N. Came­rario meritiss[im]o Ber[nardinus] Capella et Gasp[arus] Manius devotiss[imi] clientuli salutem D. Raphael Prin­ceps Claris­sime cui virtus et fortuna certatim meritas prae­bere obse­quelas nunquam cessant: Iussisti per sapi­entem fort­u­na­tumque virum: nec non phoe­beae choortis Moece­n­atem Augus­tinum Maffeum Aeglogam per jocum quoda­modo lusam ut finem comoe­diae in tui honorem repo­sitae. Jucun­diorem facer­emus admodum novam editionem formidantes edere. Prebuimus nos tuo numini meri­tisque obse­quentes. Tanto presertim internuntio adhor­tante: perve­nietque qualis­cumque fuerit, hoc media­tore ad tuas sacratiss[imas] manus: perle­ge­sque eam non eo quo heroica assoles iuditio sed pastoria et ea quidem graci­liora incul­tior­aque ut etiam libelluli

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huius rudis umbi­licus ostendit: verum si foelix utri­usque iudicio erit, animi erigentur, ut gran­diori stilo te dignos versus aliquando agre­diamur. Optime valeat tua clementia: cuius optima vali­tudo bonis omnibus peri­tisque optimae vali­tu­dini perpetuo foelix futura est.

Ber[nardinus] Capella

Lusus dum legis hos parum disertos Turpes: rusti­culos: rudes: procaces: Nec scriptos nimium labo­riose. Sacratam latio remitte frontem. Non hic Curia: Templa: non Senatus Sed sunt Gymna­sium: Theatra: Thermae

cups under green shade, here where a table has been prepared with lavish food. And may it please you to smear your hair with Assy­rian spike­nard, and to wear your hair deco­rated with shining flowers. And may it please a tender girl to reside in your embrace, and to bring welcome kisses to your purple cheeks. But lest you run beyond the course and its prescribed order, these things should not be done in the dog days of summer, but at the time when in the morning you will see icy frosts, and shive­ring winter grow damp with hibernal dew. These and any gift you grant to yourself, Raphael, you can say are yours alone by law. For after the wrinkles of old age start to hasten, and ugly decay takes hold of unseemly faces, and black death harries oppressed necks, then may we weep that you did not have brief delays. Ther­e­fore live and remember to reap the coll­ected harvest, so that you may deser­vedly say when the hour comes, ‘Fare­well’.

End.

Per quae turpe nil pudet fateri. Ergo si quid id est quod impu­dicum Cartis lusimus: aut parum severum Ut nuge sumus et ioci Raphael Sic hoc non aliud putes rogamus.

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Ad R[everendissim]um patrem et D[omi]num ac littera­torum omnium fautorem D. Raph. Car. S. Georgii Ber[nardini] Capellae et Gas[pari] Manii Aegloga: in qua alter intro­du­citur, sub nomine Almonis alter vero sub Tybe­rini nomine.

Quid subnixa velit mento Tibe­rine sinistra Dic age? quidve petant servilis tegmina schemae? Aut quid tam mestus dulci medi­teris in umbra? Cur tua non solitos modu­latur tibia cantus Et mecum tenui carmen deducis avena Num tibi pascentes haedos ferus hostis abegit? An mala coeperunt pecudes contagia morbi? An linus accensis urit prae­cordia tedis? Cui tu fiscellas sinuoso nectere iunco Et solitus tremuli deferre coagula lactis Lilia cuique dabas patulis effusa canis­tris Cing­e­basque novis iuve­nilia tempora sertis. Eÿa age, rumpe moras aut dic quae cura fatiscat Aut pasto­rales pariter cantemus amores.

Tybe­rinus

Tardus ades nostris solator cladibus Almo. Quo te agis? hac ulmi paulum requiesce sub umbra

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Dum tibi cur peragam tam mesta silentia narrem. Non linus ille mihi est instantis causa doloris Quem tu per silvas fugi­entem et cuncta negantem Cum tibi in obliqua crescebat fistula canna Arsisti: linquens pecudes agnosque trementes: Donec sub nostros venit defessus amores. Lubricus ille furor memini iuve­ni­libus annis Ille fuit: dat nunc alios fortuna labores. Heu memini quondam fontes hic lene fluentes Grata fati­gatis prae­bere alimenta colonis. Fron­dentes silvas: molli plant­aria terra Surgere: et in proprias rupes pendere capellas. Tytiron atque alios laetas ductare choreas Audivi: et plausum Satyros prope­rare bicornes. Gaude­bant sylve: montes: campique virentes. Nunc fera vicini rabies: armenta pecusque Abstulit: et dominos simili sub sorte ruentes. Depo­pu­lantur apri campos sevique leones: Nec casa, nec pecus est: rabidum ieiunia ventrem Solli­ci­tant: fregi calamos: cantusque remisi. Servi­tium sic triste fero: sic sordida sepsit.

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Schema latus: curantque pios nec numina Agrestes.

Almo

Vera refers et certa fides: vidi ipse ruinas Quas canis: audi­vitque pecus dum ruminat herbas Quod iam praedo ferox alium subduxit in orbem. Et memini hic tecum vitrei prope murmura fontis Inter fron­dosas nemo­ralis tegminis undas Membra sub arguto volu­crum procum­bere cantu Atque leves calamos docili coni­ungere cera Aut pulsare modos: cytha­r­aeque inten­dere nervos. Interea hirsutis pende­bant rupibus agni Null­aque cing­e­bant fragiles prae­sepia crates. Incus­to­ditos ibant armenta per agros. Quod si res hominum alternis iactantur ab undis Et quae saepe fuit tumidum secura per aequor cimba: per incautos quas­satur nauf­raga portus: Cur Tÿbe­rine paves dubiae mend­acia sortis? Forsan post aliquot tran­quilla vide­bimus horas Omnia: candentes culmisque secabis aristas Et quae miles habet nunc barbarus arva: relin­quet Atque alio traducta merebitur aera sub orbe.

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Mars aberit saevus tenebrosa in Tartara missus Victaque sub pacis veniet Bellona trium­phis. Cana fides aderit: supe­risque astrea relictis

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In the margin: *iuncis.

Gaudebit latios nobiscum habi­tare penates. Ipsa pales: liberque pater: faunique ceresque Et quibus est campos studio curaeque tueri: Iam remeant: laet­asque parant ductare choreas. Atque ubi limosis obduxit pascua cannis* 4 Atra palus: steri­lesque agris domi­nantur avenae: Carduus info­elix spinisque increvit acutis Hic cernes tenero gemmantes gramine flores Atque ubi nulla graves pellunt umbra­cula soles Hic hedera effusos distendet lassa chorÿmbos. Aut texent vites et ramis erran­tibus umbras Et quae nunc tacitis emanant fontibus umbrae Largius emer­gent rauco per opaca susurro. Quae tibi inac­cessos suadebunt carpere somnos. Esto bonis animis: pallen­tesque exue curas Et duce nil metuas nostro peco­risque magistro.

Tybe­rinus

Dummodo non socios spes haec frus­tretur arantes

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Haec certe est, Almo, curarum sola voluptas. Nam fauni pridem peterem cum numina patris Ad mea me solito peteret fervore Melete: Arrisit meliora deus iam vota daturus: Arvaque balan­tumque greges et iubila silvae. Hoc ideo vidi in scopulo satÿros Dria­desque Naiades: atque potens silvis genus omne deorum Non humili cum veste modos cele­brare decentes: Nil memo­rale sonans: nil pasto­rale susurrans Et me, ni somnus mentem perstrinxit inanis Assivit: iussitque choro vers­a­rier illo. Ludebam nunc voce nova, nunc carmina finxi Qualia ruricolis doctus mons­tra­verat Alcon Hac in rupe sedens triplici reso­nante cicuta Caeli­colae astabant laeti nunc valle sedentes Ista: seu varios cantus, seu verba probantes.

Almo

Hoc mihi, si memini, dicebat Faus­tulus olim Afflictos relev­asse animos: cum tabida morbi Vis premeret mortale genus: pecu­desque ferasque Ulla nec insano faceret medi­cina dolori.

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Tybe­rinus

O, te foelicem prae­sens si forte fuisses Eia age dum reliqum Titan defi­niat orbem Ni te cura recens alio traducit aminte. Aptato calamos labris: atque incipe: seu vis

Sortiri cantus digitis cert­an­tibus ante Rumpe moras: par: impar: en prior: incipis ipse.

Almo

Quo me Fausta fugis? miserum quid perdis amantem? Non ne vides sine te: quam­quam nunc omnia rident Muscosos fontes: campos arere virentes. Et modo quae gravidae tende­bant ubera vaccae Nunc steriles fessos lactis clau­sere meatus.

Tybe­rinus

Romulus ille puer nec me fugit: ille dolentem Sanat: et hoc viridi mecum requie­scit in antro. Hic cerasis, nucibus, prunis, et lacte recenti Dulcior: et vultu Baccho formo­sior ipso. Et posset phebus, caneret si forte, videri.

Almo

Iam matura seges per te iacet obruta campis Stra­taque deiectas calcantur poma per herbas

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Fragraque sub mestis languent marcentia silvis. Saltem noster amor si te non tangit ad ista Respice quae pereunt passim bona: ne aegra subactis Fruc­tibus: aonio mendicet Musa sub antro.

Tybe­rinus

Inspice uti plenis sperem modo gaudia campis. Huc ades, atque caput variis innecte corollis Dum calidus nimium summa sol fulgeat arce Ludemus: dabis ipse dabis mille oscula mille. Moxque leves cervos, lepores secta­bimur una Seu iuvet aerias volu­cres in robore figi. Posse frui usque adeo nihil est nisi vera voluptas.

Almo

Post­quam non flectunt nostri te damna peculi Impia et afflicti derides fata coloni. Sit tibi cura tui: vitae tu te ipse reserves. Ecce cleoneo ferve­scit terra leone Arida et aestivae saltant per prata locustae. Ecce venit tempus quo torridus aestuat aer Arida et aestivis reso­nant arbusta cicadis. 5 Et tu cum mecum possis cantare sub antro Et sali­entis aquae dulces audire susurros Mavis per campos et apertos currere saltus.

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These two lines are omitted in the Harley MS but are present in the Perugia manuscript.

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Nec grave solsi­tium sine me, nec frigora curas. Quod quamvis ita sit: caecos dura­bimus ignes Ulla nec insanos mutabit causa furores. Forsitan ut segetes non semper perculit hÿmber Usque nec assÿriae quas­santur Turbine silvae Nec mare conti­nuis classes affla­tibus implet* (in margin *urget) Sic quae nunc torvo me turbida lumine cernit Haec mea tran­quillo prope­rabit ad oscula vultu.

Tybe­rinus

Neu metuas iam care puer: meliora dabuntur Saecula: falci­feri mons­trantur regna tyranni Alma Themis terras repetet, rever­entia, virtus Et quae turba polum petiit terrasque reli­quit. Sponte sua tellus anim­an­tibus arva parabit Suda­bunt ulmi tenero de cortice nectar Flumi­n­aque inso­litum prae­bebunt laeta liquorem. Seu mellis, seu lactis erunt: non agna leonem Horre­scet: vitu­lisque lupum non vacca timebit. Laet­aque securae peragent commertia gentes. Pax aderit terris: nullos Bellona trium­phos Ducet: et in clauso vivet Mars horridus antro.

fol. 18 r

Magna quies aderit: rerum natura crea­trix In commune feret proprios nec finget in usus Ignotum miseris ferrum morta­libus illa Abdet et haud ullis aurum exitiale placebit. Sed iam sol fugiens geminat sub montibus umbras Et saturae repetunt pecudes iam septa domosque. Plau­dite gaudentes laetique valete coloni. Plau­dite gaudentes laetique valete Quirites.

Finis.

R.mo in christo patri et do[min]o observan[dissimo] D[omi]no Raph. Car. S. Georgii: Gas. Manii carmina ad lÿram post mensas.

Nunc meliore lyra, Prin­ceps prae­clare Raphael Nunc opus et plectro subli­miore loqui Si famam et laudes, si divum dona referre Si quae divinus prome­reare velim Pega­sides docte latices et serta canenti

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Spar­gite: Coritii nunc date cuncta sacri. Stultus ego, an clamem te nunc presente deorum Numina: Pimpli­adum turba vetusta vale. Tu mihi tu phoebus, tu fons parna­sius, euhan,

Tu das inge­niis ocia clara meis. Aspiret faveatque simul Maffeius heros Nomen ab Augusto qui vener­andus habet Exci­peris fort­unae ulnis: gremioque benigno Virtutis: claro proge­neratus avo. Tunc animi dotes studio confin­gere morum Conaris: subito conspi­ci­endus ades. Tempora pro meritis roseo circundat honore Sixtus: Ponti­ficum ponti­fi­cale decus. Huic ego quos proprios tribuam virtutis honores Bell­orum aut sacrae reli­gionis opus? Si taceam doleo: procul hinc tamen invidus absit: Invi­diam haud vero posse nocere putem. Syllanus sensit fureret cum civis inique Qua sumpsit pro te bella cruenta manu. Quam pene est iterum magnis devicta trop­heis Tuscia: post casus Roma superba tuos.

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Sed cineri nimium suppostos spar­gimus ignes Sit vicisse satis sed nocuisse parum. Quod si divina mundum ratione teneri Credimus: a supera non nisi mente datur Tam iuvenis regimen Sixto sub patre cape­scis Imperii: quod nunc vix reti­nere placet. Spreta adeo duplici veniet pia gloria honor Post­modo: sed veras afferet illa dies Nam Musas, phoe­bumque colis: dulcemque quiete Humanum nostri quam bene doctus iter. Vivamus nobis: tristes absce­dite curae Haec nota est summis semita sola deis. Per te Roma suum pros­pectat laeta thea­trum Sperat et anti­quas invi­diosa domos. Tu facis et phoebum cantus reno­vare priores Atque iubes illum sumere plectra, chelim. Quid tantis optem, prin­ceps digniss[im]e donis? Est aliud maius: quod tacuisse placet. Credamus: namque haec canimus nos auspice phoebo. Phoebum falsa loqui dicere velle nephas. Delius Aenean fugi­entem et sacra ferentem

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v

Fatalis suasit querere regna soli. Foelix Tarqui­nios rediens hoc numine Brutus Eiecit: matri basia prima ferens. Haec cecini tenuiore licet plec­troque lyraque Saepe ciet Martem Buccina parva feret.

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R[everendissi]mo in christo patri et d[omi]no suo observan[dissi] mo ac Patrono sing[ulari] Domino Raph. Car[dina]li S. Georgii: S[anctissi]mi D. N. Came­rario meri­tis­simo: Bernar­dinus Capella clientulus devo­tis­simus S. D.

Irrita non semper fingunt mend­acia vates Nec simulat falsos nostra Thalia modos.

Accipe fati­dicus mihi quae dictavit Apollo Et voluit nugis inser­visse meis. Unica pannosis qum sis spes certa poetis Inque tuo vivat Musa recepta sinu Et per te patrios agnoscat Roma nepotes Et redeant latiae saecula prisca thogae. Inque novo veteres celeb­rentur munere plausus Cum reso­nent dulces culta theatra sales. Tunc cum bella calent et Mars movet horridus enses Laes­aque pugnantes instigat ira Duces. Pauper et abreptos deplorat villicus agnos Moeret et in vanum semina iacta solum. Instant Romu­leis inmites moenibus hostes Et pavet adversas Roma coacta manus. Mira cano: rabidos potu­isti flec­tere luctus

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Vertere et in teneros funera moesta iocos. Quare age dum variis agitantur carbasa ventis Et timet alternas concava puppis aquas Ii sine congestas illum componere moles Et vati­canis findere saxa iugis Montibus et mediis operosas ducere fossas Atraque in hostiles arma parare metus Hunc iuvet arctoas eccire in bella catervas Inque feros hostes mille movere rates. Hic sua solli­citis disturbet pocula curis Dum frangit niveae nobile pacis opus. At te dum sicco ferve­s­cunt aere soles Istaque dum querulis scÿlla superbit aquis Dulcia Castalii delec­tent ocia fontis Ponere et in molli membra soluta thoro Et refluos viridi calices siccare sub umbra Hic ubi sit lautis mensa parata cibis Et iuvet assÿrio crinem perfun­dere nardo Et gerere ornatas flore nitente comas Inque sinu tenere placeat resi­dere puellae Caraque purpureis basia ferre genis. Sed ne praescripto trans­curras ordine metas

fol. 21 r

Non haec aestivo sunt peragenda cane Sed tunc cum gelidas spec­tabis mane pruinas Horri­daque hÿberno rore made­scet hyemps. Haec et quaeque tibi concedes dona Raphael Esse potes tantum dicere iure tua Nam post­quam inci­piunt ruge prope­rare seniles Foedaque deformis occupat ora situs Et mors oppresis instat cervicibus atra Tunc flemus parvas non habuisse moras. Ergo vive memor collatas carpere messes Ut dicas merito cum venit hora vale.

Finis.