Note 11 — INTRODUCTION.
Reading edition
‘Eu sou aquelle occulto, e grande Cabo, A quem chamais vos outros Tormentario; Que nunca a Ptolemeo, Pomponio, Estrabo, Plinio, e quantos passaram, foi notorio: Aqui toda a Africana Costa acabo Neste meu nunca visto promentorio, Que para o polo Antartico se estende, A quem vossa ousadia tanto offende.’ Camoens, canto 5, verse 50.
‘In me the spirit of the Cape behold, That Rock by you the Cape of Torments named, By Neptune’s rage in horrid Earthquake framed, Where Jove’s red bolts o’er Titan’s offspring flamed. With wide-stretch’d piles I guard the pathless strand, And Afric’s southern mound unmoved I stand; Nor Roman prow, nor daring Tyrian oar, Ere dashed the white wave foaming to my shore; Nor Greece, nor Carthage, ever spread the sail On these my seas to catch the trading gale. You, you alone, have dared to plough my main, And with the human voice disturb my lonesome reign.’ Mickle’s Translation of this verse, the ‘Lusiad,’ p. 205.