The Æneid of Virgil Translated Into Scottish Verse. Volumes 1 & 2

THE ÆNEID OF VIRGIL TRANSLATED INTO SCOTTISH VERSE BY GAWIN DOUGLAS BISHOP OF DUNKELD.

Volume I.

Printed At Edinburgh.

M.DCCC.XXXIX.

Presented To The Bannatyne Club By Andrew Rutherfurd And George Dundas.

The Bannatyne Club. M.DCCC.XXXIX.

Thomas Thomson, Esq. President.

THE EARL OF ABERDEEN. THE EARL OF ASHBURNHAM. THE DUKE OF BEDFORD. LORD BELHAVEN AND HAMILTON. ROBERT BELL, ESQ. WILLIAM BELL, ESQ. WILLIAM BLAIR, ESQ. THE REV. PHILIP BLISS, D.C.L. JOHN BORTHWICK, ESQ. BERIAH BOTFIELD, ESQ. THE MARQUIS OF BREADALBANE. GEORGE BRODIE, ESQ. CHARLES DASHWOOD BRUCE, ESQ. O. TYNDALL BRUCE, ESQ. THE DUKE OF BUCCLEUCH AND QUEENSBERRY JAMES CAMPBELL, ESQ. WILLIAM CLERK, ESQ. HON. HENRY COCKBURN, LORD COCKBURN, _VICE-PRESIDENT_. DAVID CONSTABLE, ESQ. ANDREW COVENTRY, ESQ. JAMES T. GIBSON CRAIG, ESQ. _TREASURER_. WILLIAM GIBSON CRAIG, ESQ. GEORGE CRANSTOUN, ESQ. JAMES DENNISTOUN, ESQ. GEORGE DUNDAS, ESQ. RIGHT HON. W. DUNDAS, LORD CLERK REGISTER. LORD DUNFERMLINE. LORD FRANCIS EGERTON. SIR CHARLES DALRYMPLE FERGUSSON, BART. ROBERT FERGUSON, ESQ. GENERAL SIR RONALD C. FERGUSON. COUNT MERCER DE FLAHAULT. HON. JOHN FULLERTON, LORD FULLERTON. WILLIAM GOTT, ESQ. ROBERT GRAHAM, ESQ. LORD GRAY. RIGHT HON. THOMAS GRENVILLE. THE EARL OF HADDINGTON. THE DUKE OF HAMILTON AND BRANDON. ED. W.A. DRUMMOND HAY, ESQ. SIR THOMAS BUCHAN HEPBURN, BART. JAMES MAITLAND HOG, ESQ. LORD HOLLAND. JOHN HOPE, ESQ., DEAN OF FACULTY. COSMO INNES, ESQ. DAVID IRVING, LL.D. JAMES IVORY, ESQ., SOLICITOR-GENERAL. SIR HENRY JARDINE. HON. FRANCIS JEFFREY, LORD JEFFREY. JOHN GARDINER KINNEAR, ESQ. THE EARL OF KINNOULL. DAVID LAING, ESQ., _SECRETARY_. THE EARL OF LAUDERDALE. REV. JOHN LEE, D.D. ALEXANDER WELLESLEY LEITH, ESQ. LORD LINDSAY. JAMES LOCH, ESQ. LORD LOVAT. THE MARQUIS OF LOTHIAN. ALEXANDER MACDONALD, ESQ. WILLIAM MACDOWALL, ESQ. HON. J.H. MACKENZIE, LORD MACKENZIE. JAMES MACKENZIE, ESQ. JOHN WHITEFOORD MACKENZIE, ESQ. WILLIAM FORBES MACKENZIE, ESQ. JAMES MAIDMENT, ESQ. THOMAS MAITLAND, ESQ. VISCOUNT MELVILLE. WILLIAM HENRY MILLER, ESQ. THE EARL OF MINTO. HON. SIR J.W. MONCREIFF, BART., LORD MONCREIFF. HON. SIR JOHN A. MURRAY, LORD MURRAY. WILLIAM MURRAY, ESQ. MACVEY NAPIER, ESQ. SIR FRANCIS PALGRAVE. LORD PANMURE. HENRY PETRIE, ESQ. SIR THOMAS PHILLIPS, BART. EDWARD PIPER, ESQ. ROBERT PITCAIRN, ESQ. ALEXANDER PRINGLE, ESQ. JOHN RICHARDSON, ESQ. THE EARL OF ROSEBERY. RIGHT HON. A. RUTHERFURD, LORD ADVOCATE. THE EARL OF SELKIRK. JAMES SKENE, ESQ. WILLIAM SMYTHE, ESQ. THE EARL SPENCER. JOHN SPOTTISWOODE, ESQ. EDWARD STANLEY, ESQ. MAJOR-GENERAL SIR JOSEPH STRATON. THE HON. CHARLES FRANCIS STUART. THE DUKE OF SUTHERLAND. ALEXANDER THOMSON, ESQ. WALTER C. TREVELYAN, ESQ. DAWSON TURNER, ESQ. ADAM URQUHART, ESQ. RIGHT HON. SIR GEORGE WARRENDER, BART. THE VEN. ARCHDEACON WRANGHAM.

HEYR BEGYNNYS THE WARK OF VIRGYLL PRYNCE OF LATYN POETIS IN HYS TWELF BUKIS OF ENEADOS COMPILIT AND TRANSLATIT FURTH OF LATYN IN OUR SCOTTIS LANGAGE BY ANE RICHT NOBILL AND WIRSCHIPFULL CLERK MASTER GAWYN DOWGLAS PROVEST OF SANCT GYLYS KYRK IN EDINBURGH AND PERSON OF LYNTOUN IN LOUTHIANE QUHILK EFTYR WAS BISCHOP OF DUNKELD

Incipit Prologus

In Virgilii Eneados.

Lawd, honour, praysyngis, thankis infynyte To the and thy dulce ornat fresch endyte, Maist reuerend Virgill, of Latyn poetis prynce, Gem of engyne and flude of eloquens. Thou peirles perle, patroun of poetry, 5 Roys, regester, palm, lawrer, and glory, Chosyn charbukkil, cheif flour, and cedyr tre, Lantarn, laid stern, myrrour, and A per se, Maister of masteris, sweit sours, and spryngand well, Wyde quhar our all rung is thyne hevynly bell; 10 I meyn thy crafty warkis curyus, Sa quyk, lusty, and maist sentencyus, Plesand, perfyte, and feilabill in all degre, As quha the mater beheld tofor thar E; In every volume quhilk the lyst do wryte, 15 Surmontyng fer all other maner endyte, Lyke as the roys in June with her sweit smell The mary guld or dasy doith excell. Quhy suld I than, with dull forhed and vayn, With rude engyne and barrand emptyve brayn, 20 With bad harsk spech and lewit barbour tong, Presume to write quhar thy sweit bell is rung, Or contyrfate sa precyus wordys deir? Na, na, noth swa, bot kneill quhen I thame heir. For quhat compair betwix myd day and nycht, Or quhat compair betwix myrknes and lycht, Or quhat compair is betwix blak and quhyte, 5 Far grettar difference betwix my blunt endyte And thy scharp sugurate sang Virgiliane, Sa wysly wrocht, with nevir a word invane. My waverand wyt, my cunnyng febill at all, My mynd mysty, thir may nocht mys a fall; 10 Stra for thys ignorant blabryng imperfyte, Besyde thy polyst termys redymyte. And netheles with support and correctioun, For naturall lufe and frendely affectioun, Quhilkis I beir to thy warkis and endyte; 15 All thocht, God wait, tharin I knaw full lyte; And that thy facund sentence mycht be song In our langage alsweill as Latyn tong, Alsweill, na, na, impossibill war, per de; Ȝit with thy leif, Virgill, to follow the, 20 I wald, into my rurall wlgar gros, Wryte sum savoryng of thyne Eneados. Bot fair I dreid forto disteyn the quyte, Throu my corruppit cadens imperfyte; Disteyn the, nay forsuyth, that may I nocht, 25 Weill may I schaw my burall bustuus thocht, Bot thy wark sall endur in lawd and glory, But spot or falt, condyng etern memory. Thocht I offend, onwemmyt is thy fame, Thyne is the thank, and myne salbe the schame. 30 Quha may thy versis follow in all degre, In bewtie, sentence, and in grauite? Nane is, nor was, ne ȝit salbe, trow I, Had, has, or sal haue sic craft in poetry. Of Helicon so drank thou dry the flude 5 That of thy copios fouth or plenitude, All mon purches drynk at thy sugurit tun; So lamp of day thou art and schynand son, All otheris on fors mon thar lycht beg or borrow, Thou art Vesper and the day stern at morow; 10 Thou Phebus lightnar of the planetis all, I not quhat dewly I the clepe sall, For thou art all, and sum, quhat nedis more, Of Latyn poetis that sens was, or before. Of the writis Macrobius, sans faill, 15 In hys gret volume clepit Saturnaill. Thy sawys in sic eloquens doith fleit, So inuentive of rethorik flowris sweit Thou art, and has so hie profund sentens Tharto perfyte but ony indigens, 20 That na lovyngis ma do incres thy fame, Nor na reproche dymynew thy gud name. Bot sen I am compellit the to translait, And not only of my curage, God wait, Durst interpryse syk owtrageus foly, 25 Quhar I offend the les reprefe serve I; And that ȝe knaw at quhais instans I tuke Forto translait this maist excellent buke, I meyn Virgillis volume maist excellent, Set this my wark full febill be of rent, 30 At the request of a lord of renown Of ancistry nobill and illustir baroun, Fader of bukis, protectour to sciens and lair, My speciall gud lord Henry lord Sanct Clair, Quhilk with gret instance, diuers tymys seir, 5 Prayt me translait Virgill or Homeir; Quhais plesour suythly, as I undirstude, As neir conjunct to his lordschip in blude, So that me thocht hys request ane command, Half disparit this wark I tuke on hand, 10 Nocht fully grantand nor anys sayand ȝee, Bot only to assay quhou it mycht be. Quha mycht gaynsay a lord so gentill and kynd, That euer had ony curtasy in thar mynd, Quhilk, besyde hys innatyve pollecy, 15 Humanyte, curage, fredome and chevalry, Bukis to recollect, to reid and se, Has gret delyte as euer had Ptholome? Quharfor to hys nobilite and estait, Quhatso it be, this buke I dedicait, 20 Writtin in the langage of Scottis natioun, And thus I mak my protestatioun. Fyrst I protest, beaw schirris, be ȝour leif, Beis weill avisit my wark or ȝhe repreif; Consider it warly, reid oftar than anys, 25 Weill at a blenk sle poetry nocht tayn is; And ȝit forsuyth I set my bissy pane, As that I couth, to mak it braid and plane, Kepand na sudron bot our awyn langage, And spekis as I lernyt quhen I was page. 30 Nor ȝit sa cleyn all sudron I refus, Bot sum word I pronunce as nyghtbouris doys; Lyke as in Latyn beyn Grew termys sum, So me behufyt quhilum, or than be dum, Sum bastard Latyn, Franch, or Inglys oys, 5 Quhar scant was Scottis, I had nane other choys. Nocht for our tung is in the selwyn skant, Bot for that I the fowth of langage want, Quhar as the cullour of his properte To kepe the sentens tharto constrenyt me, 10 Or than to mak my sayng schort sum tyme, Mair compendyus, or to lykly my ryme. Tharfor gude frendis, for a gymp or a bourd, I pray ȝou note me nocht at euery word. The worthy clerk hecht Lawrens of the Vaill, 15 Amang Latynys a gret patron sans faill, Grantis quhen twelf ȝheris he had beyn diligent To study Virgill, skant knew he quhat he ment; Than thou or I, my frend, quhen we best weyn To haue Virgil red, vnderstand, and seyn, 20 The rycht sentens perchance is fer to seik; This wark twelf ȝheris first was in makyng eyk, And nocht correct quhen the poet gan deces; Thus for small faltis my wys frend hald thy pes. Adherdand to my protestatioun, 25 Thocht Wilȝame Caxtoun, of Inglis natioun, In proys hes prent are buke of Inglis gros, Clepand it Virgill in Eneados, Quhilk that he says of Franch he did translait, It has na thing ado tharwith, God wait, 30 Ne na mair lyke than the devill and Sanct Austyne; Haue he na thank tharfor, bot loys hys pyne, So schamefully that story dyd pervert; I red hys wark with harmys at my hart, That syk a buke, but sentens or engyne, 5 Suldbe intitillit eftir the poet dyvyne; His ornate goldyn versis, mair than gilt, I spittit for dispyte to se swa spilt With sych a wyght, quhilk trewly, be myne entent, Knew neuer thre wordis at all quhat Virgill ment: 10 Sa fer he chowpis I am constrenyt to flyte. The thre first bukis he has ourhippyt quyte, Salfand a litill twychyng Polidorus, And the tempest furth sent by Eolus, And that full sempilly on hys awyn gys; 15 Virgill thame wrait all on ane other wys. For Caxton puttis in hys buke out of toyn, The storm furth sent by Eolus and Neptune; Bot quha sa redis Virgill suythfastly, Sall fynd Neptune salf Eneas navy. 20 Me lyst nocht schaw quhou thystory of Dydo, Be this Caxtoun is haill pervertit so, That besyde quhar he fenys to follow Bocas, He rynnys sa fer from Virgill in mony place, On sa prolixt and tedyus fasson, 25 So that the ferd buke of Eneadon, Twichand the lufe and ded of Dido queyn, The twa part of his volume doith conteyn, That in the text of Virgill, trastis me, The twelt part scars contenys, as ȝe may se. 30 The fyfte buke of the festis funerall, The lusty gammys, and plays palustrall, That is ourhippit quyte and left behynd, Na thing tharof ȝhe sall in Caxtoun fynd. The saxt buke eyk, he grantis, that wantis haill, 5 And, for tharof he vnderstude nocht the taill, He callis it fenȝeit, and nocht for to beleif; Sa is all Virgill perchans, for by his leif Juno nor Venus goddessis neuer war, Mercure, Neptune, Mars, nor Jupiter, 10 Of Fortune eik, nor hir necessite, Sik thingis nocht attentik ar, wait we, Nor ȝit admittis that quent philosophy Haldis sawlys hoppys fra body to body, And mony thingis quhilkis Virgill dyd rehers, 15 Thocht I thame write furthfollowand hys vers. Nor Caxtoun schrynkis nocht siclyke thyngis to tell As nocht war fabill, bot the passage to hell; But trastis weill, quha that ilke saxt buke knew, Virgill tharin ane hie philosophour hym schew, 20 And, vnder the clowdis of dyrk poetry, Hyd lyis thar mony notabill history. For so the poetis, be ther crafty curys, In similitudes, and vndir quent figuris, The suythfast materis to hyde and to constreyn; 25 All is nocht fals, traste weill, in cace thai feyn, Thair art is so to mak thar warkis fair, As in the end of Virgill I sall declair. Was it nocht eik als possibill Eneas, As Hercules or Theseus tyll hell to pas? 30 Quhilk is na gabbyng suythly, nor na lie, As Jhone Bocas in the genealogie Of Goddys declarys, and lyke as ȝhe may reid In the recolles of Troy, quha lest tak hed. Quha wait gyf he in visioun thydder went 5 By art magike, sorcery, or enchantment, And with his faderis sawle dyd speke and meyt, Or in the lyknes with sum other spreit, Lyke as the spreit of Samuell, I ges, Raysit to King Saul was by the Phitones? 10 I will nocht say all Virgill beyn als trew, But at syk thyngis ar possibill this I schew; Als in tha days war ma illusionys, By dewillich warkis and coniurationis, Than now thar beyn, so doith clerkis determ; 15 For, blissit be God, the faith is now mair ferm. Enewch tharof, now will I na mor sayn, Bot onto Caxtoun thus I turn agane. The namys of pepill or citeis beyn so bad Put by this Caxtoun, that, bot he had beyn mad, 20 The flude of Touyr for Tibir he had nocht write; All men may knaw thar he forvayt quyte. Palente the cite of Evander kyng, As Virgill playnly makis rehersyng, Stude quhar in Rome now stant the cheif palyce; 25 This sam buke eyk, in mair hepit malyce, On the self ryver of Touyr says playnly Eneas dyd hys cyte edify. Thus ay for Tibir Touyr puttis he, Quhilk mony hundreth mylis syndry be; 30 For sykkyrly, les than wys authoris leyn, Ene saw nevir Touyr with hys eyn; For Touyr diuidis Grece from Vngary, And Tibir is cheif flude of Italy; Touyr is kend a grayn of that ryver 5 In Latyn hecht Danubium or Hyster, Or gyf it be Tanais he clepis sa, That flude diuidis Europ from Asia. In lyke wys eik this Caxtoun, all invane, Crispina clepis Sibilla Cumane, 10 That in the text of Virgill, trastis ws, Hait Deiphebe douchtir of Glawcus, Quhilk was Eneas convoyar to hell. Quhat suld I langar on hys errouris dwell? Thai beyn so playn, and eik sa mony fald, 15 The hundreth part tharof I leif ontald. The last sax bukis of Virgill all inferis, Quhilk contenys strang batalis and werys, This ilk Caxtoun so blaitly lattis ourslip, I hald my tung for schame, bytand my lyp. 20 The gret afferis of athir host and array, The armour of Eneas fresch and gay, The quent and curyus castis poeticall, Perfyte symylitudis, and exempilis all Quharin Virgill beris the palm of lawd, 25 Caxtoun, for dreid thai suld hys lippis scald, Durst nevir twich. Thus schortly for the namys, A twenty devill way fall hys wark atanys, Quhilk is na mair lyke Virgill, dar I lay, Than the nycht owle resemblis the papyngay. 30 Quharfor ȝou gentill redaris I besich Traste on na wys at this my wark be sich, Quhilk dyd my best, as the wyt mycht atteyn, Virgillis versys to follow and no thing feyn. Ȝhe worthy noblys redis my wark for thy, 5 And cast this other buke on syde far by, Quhilk, vndir cullour of sum strange Franch wycht, Sa franchly leys, oneith twa wordis gais rycht. I nold ȝhe trast I said this for dispyte; For me lyst with nane Inglis bukis flyte, 10 Na with na bogill nor browny to debait, Nowder ald gaistis nor spretis ded of lait, Nor na man will I lakkyn nor dispys, My warkis till authorys be sik wys, Bot twichyng Virgillis honour and reuerens, 15 Quha euer contrary, I mon stand at defens; And bot my buke be fundyn worth sik thre, Quhen it is red, do warp it in the see, Thraw it in the fyre, or rent it euery crum, Twichand that part lo heir is all and sum. 20 Syne I defend and forbiddis euery wight That can nocht spell thar Pater Noster rycht, Fortill correct or ȝit amend Virgill, Or the translatar blame in hys wlgar stile; I knaw quhat payn was to follow hym fut hait, 25 Albeit you think my sayng intricate. Traste weill, to follow a fixt sentens or mater Is mair practik, deficill, and far strater, Thocht thyne engyne beyn eleuate and hie, Than forto write all ways at liberte. 30 Gif I had nocht bene to a boundis constrenyt, Of my bad wyt perchance I couth haue fenyt In ryme a ragment twys als curyus, Bot nocht be twenty part so sentencyus. Quha is attachit ontill a staik, we se, 5 May go na ferthir bot wreil about that tre, Rycht so am I to Virgillis text ybund, I may nocht fle, les than my falt befund; For thocht I wald transcend and go besyde, His wark remanys, my schame I may nocht hyde; 10 And thus I am constrenyt, als neir I may, To hald hys vers and go nane other way, Les sum history, subtell word, or the ryme Causith me mak digressioun sum tyme. So thocht in my translatioun eloquens skant is, 15 Na lusty cast of oratry Virgill wantis; My studyus brayn to comprehend his sentens Leit me nevir taist hys flude of eloquens; And thus forsuyth becaus I was nocht fre, My werk is mair obscur and gros per de, 20 Quharof, God wait, Virgill has na wyte, Thocht myne be blunt, hys text is maist perfyte. And ȝit persave I weill, be my consait, The kyng of poetis ganys nocht for rurall estait, Nor hys fresch memor for bowbardis; he or scho 25 Quha takis me nocht go quhar thai haue ado: The sonnys lycht is neuer the wers, traiste me, All thocht the bak hys brycht bemys doith fle. Greyn gentill ingynys, and breistis curageus, Sik ar the pepill at ganys best for ws; 30 Our werk desiris na lewyt rebalddaill, Full of nobilite is thistory all haill, For, euery vertu belangand a nobill man, This ornate poet, bettir than ony can, Payntand discryvis in person of Eneas; 5 Not forto say, sikane Eneas was, Ȝit than by hym perfytly blasons he All wirschip, manhed, and nobilite, With euery bonte belangand a gentill wycht, Ane prynce, ane conquerour, or a valȝeand knycht; 10 In luffis cuyr eneuch heir sall ȝhe fynd; And schortly, Virgill left na thing behynd That mycht hys volume illummyn or crafty mak; Reid quha hym knawys, I dar this vndertak, Als oft as ȝe hym reid, full weill I wait, 15 Ȝhe fynd ilke tyme sum mery new consait. Thoght venerabill Chauser, principal poet but peir, Hevynly trumpat, orlege, and reguler, In eloquens balmy, cundyt, and dyall, Mylky fontane, cleir strand, and roys ryall, 20 Of fresch endyte, throu Albion island braid, In hys legend of notabill Ladeis, said That he couth follow word by word Virgill, Wisar than I may faill in lakar stile; Sum tyme the text mon haue ane expositioun, 25 Sum tyme the cullour will caus a litill additioun, And sum tyme of a word I mon mak thre, In witnes of this term _oppetere_; Eik, weill I wait, syndry expositouris seir Makis on a text sentens diuers to heir, 30 As thame apperis, according thar entent, And for thar part schawis ressonys euident. All this is ganand, I will weill it swa be; Bot a sentens to follow may suffice me: Sum tyme I follow the text als neir I may, 5 Sum tyme I am constrenyt ane other way. Besyde Latyn our langage is imperfite, Quhilk in sum part is the caus and the wyte Quhy that of Virgillis vers the ornate bewte Intill our tung may nocht obseruyt be; 10 For thar be Latyn wordis, mony ane, That in our leyd ganand translatioun has nane, Les than we mynys thar sentens and grauyte, And ȝit scant weill exponyt; quha trewis nocht me Let thame interprit _animal_ and _homo_, 15 With many hundreth other termys mo, Quhilkis in our langage suythly, as I weyn, Few men can tell me cleirly quhat thai meyn; Betweyn _genus_, _sexus_, and _species_ Diuersite in our leid to seik I ces; 20 For _obiectum_ and _subiectum_ alsswa He war expert couth fynd me termys twa, Quhilkis ar als ryfe amangis clerkis in scuyll As evir fowlis plungit in laik or puyll. Logicianys knawys heirin myne entent, 25 Vndir quhais boundis lurkis mony strange went, Quharof the proces, as now, we mon lat be. Bot ȝit twychyng our tungis penuryte, I meyn into compar of fair Latyn, That knawyn is maste perfite langage fyne, 30 I mycht also, percace, cum lyddir speid For _arbor_ and _lignum_ intill our leid To fynd different proper termys twane, And tharto put circumlocutioun nane; Rycht so, by about spech oftyn tymys 5 And semabill wordis we compile our rymys. God wait, in Virgill ar termys mony a hundir Fortill expone maid me a felloun blundir; To follow alanerly Virgilis wordis, I weyn, Thar suld few vndirstand me quhat thai meyn; 10 The bewte of his ornate eloquens May nocht al tyme be kepit with the sentens. Sanct Gregor eik forbyddis ws to translait Word eftir word, bot sentens follow al gait. Quha haldis, quod he, of wordis the properteis 15 Full oft the verite of the sentens fleys. And to the sammyn purpos we may apply Horatius in hys art of poetry; Pres nocht, says he, thou traste interpreter, Word eftir word to translait thi mater. 20 Lo he reprevis, and haldis myssemyng, Ay word by word to reduce ony thing. I say nocht this of Chauser for offens, But till excus my lewyt insufficiens; For as he standis beneth Virgill in gre, 25 Vndir hym alsfer I grant my self to be. And netheles into sum place, quha kend it, My mastir Chauser gretly Virgill offendit. All thoch I be to bald hym to repreif, He was fer baldar, certis, by hys leif, 30 Sayand he followit Virgillis lantern toforn, Quhou Eneas to Dydo was forsworn. Was he forsworn? Than Eneas was fals; That he admittis, and callys hym traytour als. Thus, wenyng, allane Ene to haue reprevit, 5 He has gretly the prynce of poetis grevit. For, as said is, Virgill dyd diligens, But spot of cryme, reproch, or ony offens, Eneas for to loif and magnyfy; And gif he grantis hym maynsworn fowlely, 10 Than all hys cuyr and crafty engyne gais quyte, Hys twelf ȝheris laubouris war nocht worth a myte. Certis, Virgill schawys Ene dyd na thing, From Dydo of Cartage at hys departyng, Bot quhilk the goddis commandit hym beforn; 15 And gif that thar command maid hym maynsworn, That war repreif to thar diuinyte, And na reproch onto the said Enee. Als in the first, quhar Ilioneus Spekis to the queyn Dido, says he nocht thus, 20 Thar curs by fait was set tyll Italy? Thus mycht scho not pretend na just caus quhy, Thocht Troianys eftir departis of Cartage, Sen thai befor declaryt hir thar vayage. Reid the ferd buke quhar queyn Dido is wraith, 25 Thar sal ȝhe fynd Ene maid nevir aith, Promyt, nor band with hir fortill abyde: Thus hym tobe maynsworn may nevir betyde, Nor nane onkyndnes schew forto depart At the bydding of Jove with reuthfull hart, 30 Sen the command of God obey suld all, And vndir his charge na wrangwys deid may fall. Bot sikkyrly, of resson, me behufis Excus Chauser fra all maner repruffis, In lovyng of thir ladeis lylly quhyte 5 He set on Virgill and Eneas this wyte; For he was evir, God wait, all womanis frend. I say na mair, bot, gentil redaris heynd, Lat all my faltis with this offens pas by. Thou prynce of poetis, I the mercy cry, 10 I meyn thou kyng of kyngis, lord etern, Thou be my muse, my gydar, and laid stern, Remittyng my trespas and euery mys Throu prayer of thy moder queyn of blys! Afald godhed, ay lestyng, but discrepans, 15 In personys thre, equale of a substans, On the I call and Mary Virgyn myld; Calliope nor payan goddis wild May do to me na thing bot harm, I weyn, In Criste is all my traste and hevynnys queyn. 20 Thou virgyn moder and madyn be my muse, That nevir ȝit na synfull lyst refus Quhilk the besocht deuotly for supple; Albeit my sang to thy hie maieste Accordis nocht, ȝit condiscend to my write, 25 For the sweit liquor of thy pappis quhite Fosterit that prynce, that hevynly Orpheus, Grond of all gude, our Saluyour Ihesus. Bot forthirmor, and lawar to discend, Forgeif me Virgill gif I the offend, 30 Pardon thy Scolar, suffir hym to ryme, Sen thou was bot ane mortal man sum tyme; In cace I faill haue me not at disdenȝe, Thocht I be lewit, my leill hart can nocht fenȝe: I sall the follow, suld I therfor haue blame, 5 Quha can do bettir, sa furth in Goddis name. I schrynk nocht anys correkkit for tobe With ony wight grundit on cherite, And glaidly wald I baith inquire and leir, And till ilke cunnand wight la to my myne eyr; 10 Bot laith me war, but owther offens or cryme, Ane brimell body suld intertrike my ryme. Thocht sum wald swer that I the text haue vareit, Or that I haue this volume quyte myscareit, Or threpe playnly that I come nevir neir hand it, 15 Or at the wark is wers than evir I fand it, Or ȝit argue Virgill stude weill befor, As now war tyme to schift the werst our scor; Ellis haue I said, thar may be na compar Betwix his versis and my stile wlgar. 20 All thocht he stant in Latyn maist perfyte, Ȝit stude he nevir weill in our tung endyte, Les than it be by me now at this tyme. Gyf I haue falȝeit, baldly reprufe my ryme; Bot first, I pray ȝou, grape the mater cleyn, 25 Reproche me nocht quhill the wark be ourseyn. Beis not our studyus to spy a moyt in myne E, That in ȝour awyn a ferry boyt can nocht se, And do to me as ȝhe wald be done to. Now hark schirris, thar is na mair ado; 30 Quha list attend, gevis audiens, and draw neir, Me thocht Virgill begouth on this maner:

I the ilk vmquhile that in the small ait reid Tonyt my sang; syne fra the woddis ȝeid, And feildis about taucht tobe obesand, 5 Thocht he war gredy, to the bissy husband, Ane thankfull wark maid for the plewchmanis art: Bot now the horribill stern dedys of Mart, The batalys and the man I will discryve.

The Contentis

Of Euery Book Following.

_The first contenys quhou the prynce Ene And Troianys war dryve onto Cartage cite._

_The secund buke schawis the finale ennoy, The gret myscheif, and subuersioun of Troy._

_The thryd tellith quhou fra Troys cite The Troianys careit war throu owt the see._

_The ferd rehersis of fair queyn Dido The dowbill woundis, and the mortale wo._

_The fyft contenys funerale gemmys glaid, And how the fyre the navy dyd invaid._

_Into the saxt buke syne doith Virgill tell, Quhou that Eneas went and visseit hell._

_The sevynt Ene bryngis to hys grond fatale, And how Italianys Troianys schup to assale._

_Ontill Eneas gevis the auchten buke Baith falloschip and armour, quha list luke._

_Dawnus son Turnus in the nynte, tak tent, Segis new Troy, Eneas tho absent._

_The tent declaris by the cost atanys The batale betwix Tuscanys and Rutulanys._

_In the ellevynt Rutulyanys beyn ourset, By the deces of Camylla downebet._

_The twelft makis end of all the weir, but dowt, Throu the slauchtir of Turnus stern and stowt._

_The last, ekit to Virgillis nowmyr evyn By Mapheus, convoys Ene to hevyn._

The First Buke Of Eneados.

Cap. I.

_The Poet first proponyng hys entent Declaris Junois wreth and mailtalent._

The batalis and the man I wil discrive, Fra Troys boundis first that fugitive By fait to Ytail come and cost Lavyne; Our land and sey kachit with mekil pyne, By fors of goddis abufe, from euery steid, 5 Of cruell Juno throu ald remembrit fede. Gret pane in batail sufferit he alsso, Or he his goddis brocht in Latio, And belt the cite, fra quham, of nobill fame, The Latyne pepill takyn heth thar name, 10 And eik the faderis, princis of Alba, Cam, and the wallaris of gret Rome alswa. O thou my muse, declare the causis quhy, Quhat maiestie offendit, schaw quham by, Or ȝit quharfor of Goddis the drery Queyn 15 Sa feil dangeris, sik travell maid susteyn A worthy man, fulfillit of piete: Is thare sik greif in hevynly myndis on hie? Thare was ane ancyant cite, hecht Cartage, Quham hynys of Tyre held intill heritage, Ennymy to Itail, standand fair and plane 5 The mouth of lang Tibir our forgane, Myghty of moblys, full of sculys seyr, And maist expert in crafty fait of weir: Of quhilk a land Juno, as it is said, As to hir special abuf al otheris maid; 10 Hir native land for it postponyt sche Callit Samo; in Cartage sett hir see; Thar war hir armys, and here stude eik hir chair. This Goddes ettillit, gif werdis war nocht contrar, This realme to be superior and mastres 15 To all landis; bot certis, netheles, The fatale sisteris reuolue and schaw, scho kend, Of Troiane blude a pepill suld discend, Wailliant in weir, to ryng wydquhar, and syne Cartage suld bryng ontill finale rewyne, 20 And clene distroy the realme of Lybia. This dredand Juno, and forthirmor alswa Remembring on the ancyant mortell weir That for the Grekis, to hir leif and deir, At Troy lang tyme scho led befor that day; 25 For ȝit the causys of wreth war nocht away, Nor cruell harm forȝet ne out of mynd; Ful deip engravyn in hir breist onkynd The jugement of Parys, quhou that he Preferrit Venus, dispisyng hir bewte; 30 Als, Troiane blude till hir was odyus, For Jupiter engendrit Dardanus, Fra quham the Troianys cam in adultry, And Ganymedes revist abuf the sky, Maid him his butler, quhilk was hir douchteris office. 5 Juno inflambit, musyng on thir casis nyce, The quhile our sey that salit the Troianys, Quhilkis had the ded eschapit, and remanys Onslane of Grekis or of the fers Achill, Scho thame fordryvis, and causys oft ga will 10 Frawart Latium, quhilk now is Italy, By fremmyt werd ful mony ȝeris tharby, Cachit and blaw wydquhar all seys about. Lo quhou gret cure, quhat travell, pane, and dowt, Was to begyn the worthy Romanys blude! 15 And as the Troianys frakkis our the flude, Skars from the sycht of Sysilly the land, With bent sail full, rycht merely saland, Thar stevynnys scowrand fast throu the salt fame, Quhen that Juno, till hir euerlestand schame, 20 The etern wound hyd in hir breist ay greyn, Ontill hir self thus spak in propir teyn; Is this ganand, that I my purpos faill As clene ourcum, and may nocht from Itaill Withhald thys kyng of Troy and his navy? 25 Am I abandonyt with sa hard destany, Sen Pallas mocht on Grekis tak sik wraik, To byrn thar schippis, and all, for anys saik, Drowne in the sey, for Aiax Oilus wrang? From Jupiter the wild fyre down sche slang 30 Furth of the clowdis, distroyt thar schippis all, Ourquhelmyte the sey with mony wyndy wall; Aiax breist persit, gaspand furth flawmand smoke, Sche with a thud stikkit on a scharp roke. Bot I, the quhilk am clepit of godis queyn, 5 And onto Jove baith spous and sistir scheyn, With a pepill sa feill ȝheris weir sall lede; Quha sal from thens adorn in ony stede The power of Juno, or altaris sacryfy, Gif I ourcummyn be thus schamefully? 10

Cap. II.

_Quhou Dame Juno tyll Eolus’ cuntre went, And of the storm on the Troianys furth sent._

And on this wys, wyth hart byrnyng as fyre, Musyng alone, full of malyce and ire, Tyll Eolus’ cuntre, that wyndy regioune, A brudy land of furyus stormy sowne, This Goddes went, quhar Eolus the kyng, 15 In gowsty cavys, the wyndis lowde quhissilling, And braithly tempestis by hys power refrenys, In bandis hard schet in presoun constrenys; And thai, heirat havand full gret disdeyn, Quhill all the hill resoundis, quhryne and plene 20 About thar closouris brayng with mony a rare. Kyng Eolus set hie apon his chare, With ceptour in hand, thar muyd to meys and still, Temperis thar ire, les thai suld at thar will Beir with thar byr the skyis, and drive about Erd, ayr and sey, quhen euer thame lest blaw out. Thus the hie fader almychty in cavis dyrk 5 Thir wyndis hyd, for dreid sik wrangis thai wyrk, And thar abuf set weghty hillys huge, Gave thame a kyng, quhilk, as thar lord and juge, At certane tyme thame stanching and withhald, And, at command also, mycht quhen he wald 10 Lat thame go fre at large to blaw out braid. To quham as than lawly thus Juno said; Eolus, a pepill onto me ennemy, Salis the sey Tuscane, cariand to Italy Thar venquyst hamehald goddis and Ilion; 15 Bot, sen the fader of goddis euery one And kyng of men gave the power, quod sche, To meys the flude, or rays with stormys hie, Infors thi wyndis, synk all thar schippis infeir, Or skattir widquhar into cuntreis seir, 20 Warp all thar bodeis in the deip bedeyn. I haue, quod sche, lusty ladeis fourteyn, Of quhame the farest, clepit Diope, In ferm wedlok I sal coniune to the For thi reward, that lilly quhite of swar, 25 With the for to remane for euermar; Quhilk propir spous and eik thi lady myld Sal mak the fader to mony fair child. Eolus answeris, O thou my lady queyn, Quhat thou desiris to the it doith perteyn 30 Forto devys, and me behuffis thi command Obey; for thou the ceptour gevis me in hand Of all this realme, quhat so it be, and oft Jupiter with me consideris, and ful soft Causis me feist amang the goddis at rest, 5 And makis me master of wyndis and tempest. Be this was said, a grondyn dart leit he glide, And persit the bos hill at the braid syde; Furth at the ilke port wyndis brade in a rout, And with a quhirl blew all the erth about. 10 Thai ombeset the seys bustuusly, Quhil fra the deip, til euery cost fast by, The huge wallis weltris apon hie, Rollit at anys with storm of wyndis thre, Eurus, Nothus, and the wynd Affricus, 15 Quhilkis est, south, and west wyndis hait with ws. Sone efter this, of men the clamour rays, The takillis graslis, cabillis can fret and frays. Swith the clowdis, hevyn, son, and days lycht Hyd, and byreft furth of the Troianys sycht; 20 Dyrknes as nycht beset the seys about; The firmament gan rummylling rair and rout, The skyis oft lychtnyt with fyry levin, And schortly bath ayr, sey, and hevin, And euery thing mannasit the men to de, 25 Schawand the ded present tofor thar E.

Cap. III.

_Quhou that Ene was with the tempest schaik, And quhou Neptune his navy salvyt fra wraik._

Belive Eneas membris schuk for cald, And murnand baith his handis vp did hald Towart the sternys, with petuus voce thus gan say; O sevin tymys quhou happy and blissit war thai, Vnder hie wallis of Troy, by dynt of swerd, 5 Deit in thar faderis syght, bytand the erd! O thou of Grekis maist forcy Diomed, Quhy mycht I not on feldis of Troy haue deit, And by thi rycht hand ȝaldin furth my sprete? Quhar that the valiant Hectour losit the swete 10 On Achillis speir, and grisly Sarpedon, And ondyr the flude Symois mony one With schelde and helm stalwart bodeis lyis warpit. And al invane thus quhil Eneas carpit, A blastrand bub, out from the north brayng, 15 Gan our the forschip in the bak saill dyng, And to the sternys vp the flude gan cast; The aris hechis, and the takillis brast; The schippis stevin frawart hyr went gan wryth, And turnyt hir braid syde to the wallis swyth. 20 Heich as a hill the jaw of watir brak, And in ane hepe cam on thame with a swak. Sum hesit hoverand on the wallis hycht, And sum the swowchand sey so law gart lycht, Thame semyt the erd oppynnyt amyd the flude; The stour vp bullyrrit sand as it war wode. The sowth wynd Nothus thre schippis draif away Amang blynd cragis, quhilk huge rolkis, thai say, Amyd the sey, Italianys altaris callis; 5 And othir thre Eurus from the deip wallis Cachit amang the schald bankis of sand: Dolorus to se thame chop on grond, and stand Lyke as a wall with sand warpit about! Ane othir, in quham salit the Lycianys stowt, 10 Quhilum fallowis to kyng Pandor in weir, And Orontes Eneas’ fallow deir, Befor his eyn [hastelye] from the north wynd Ane hydduus sey schippit at hir stern behynd, Smate furth the skippar clepit Lewcaspis, 15 His hed doune warpit; and the schip with this Thrys thar the flude quhirlit about round, The sowkand swelth sank vnder sey and drond. On the huge deip quhoyn salaris dyd appeir; The Troianys’ armour, tabillis, and othir geir 20 Flet on the wallis: and the strang barge tho Bair Ilioneus, and scho that bair also Forcy Achates, and scho that bair Abas, And scho quharin ancyant Alethes was, The storm ourset, raif rovis and syde semys; 25 They all lekkit, the salt watir stremys Fast bullerand in at euery ryft and boyr. In the meyn quhile, with mony rowt and royr The sey thus trublit, and this tempest furth sent Felt Neptune, and his watir movit and schent, 30 The deip furthȝet in schaldis heir and thair; Gretly commovit, out of the sey gan stair, His plesand hede rasit on the hyast wall, Lukand about, behaldis, the sey our all, Eneas navy skatterit fer ysundir; 5 With fludis ourset the Troianys, and at vnder By flaggis and rayn dyd from the hevyn discend: Junois dissate and ire full weill he kend. He callis till hym Eurus and Zephirus, Tha est and west wyndis, and said thame thus; 10 Ar ȝe sa gretly assurit in ȝour hie kyn, Ȝe wyndis, quod he, but my leif durst begyn Baith erd and ayr to move on this maneir, And eik the sey with sa stowt stormys steir? I sal ȝou chastys: bot me behuffis first meys 15 The motioune of fludis, and thame appes; Traist weill, onpunyst ȝe sal me not astart, On sik a wys gif ȝe falt efterwart. Withdraw ȝou hens, and to ȝour kyng say ȝe, He has na power nor autorite 20 On seys, nor on the thre granyt ceptour wand Quhilk is by cut gevin me to beir in hand; Hald him on craggis and amang rochis hie, Thair is ȝour dwelling place, Eurus, quod he; Byd Eolus kepe him in that hald conding, 25 Do cloys the presoun of wyndis, and tharon ryng. Thus said he, and with that word hastely The swelland seys has swagit, and fra the sky Gaderit the clowdis and chasit sone away, Brocht hame the son agane and the brycht day. 30 Hys douchter Cymothoe, and hys son Tryton Enforsis thame the Troianys schippis anone To rays and lift of the scharp rolkis blynd: The god hym self gan hesyng thame behynd With his byg ceptour havand granys thre; 5 Oppynnys schald sandis and temperis weill the see, Ourslidand lychtly the croppis of the wallis. And as ȝe se, as oft amangis commonys fallis Stryfe and debait in thar wod fulych ire, Now fleys the stanys, and now the broyndis of fyre, 10 Thar greif and fury mynysteris wapynnys plente: Bot than percace, gif thai behald or se Sum man of gret autorite and efferis, Thai ces, and al stil standand gevis him eris; He wyth his wordis gan slaik thar mynd and swage. 15 On the samyn wys fell all the seys rage.

Cap. IV.

_Quhou Eneas in Affrik dyd arryve, And thar with schote slew sevin hartis belyve._

Eftyr that the fader of the fludys Neptune Had on sik wys behaldyn the seys abone, Vndir the stabillit hevin movit in his chare, Slakking his renȝeis with prosper cours and fair, 20 Eneas and his feris, on the strand Wery and forwrocht, sped thame to the nerrest land, And at the cost of Lyby arryvit he. Ane havyn place with a lang hals or entre Thar is, with ane ile enveronyt on athir part, To brek the wallis and storm of euery art; Within, the watir in a bosum gays. 5 Baith heir and thair stant large craggis and brais. To se the hewis on athir hand is wondir, For hycht that semys pyngill with hevin; and vndir. In a braid sound sovir from all wyndis blawis, Flowis the schore deip, euer stabil but ony wawis. 10 A wod abufe ourheldis with his rank bewis, And castis a plesand schaddow our the clewis. Rycht our forgane the forret of a bra, Vnder the hyngand rolkis, was alswa Ane coif, and tharin fresch watir springand, 15 And satis of stane neuer hewyn with manis hand Bot wrocht by natur, as it ane hows had beyn For nymphis, goddessis of fludis and woddis greyn. Perbrakit schippis but cabillis thar mycht ryde, Nane ankyr nedis mak thame arest nor byde. 20 Of all his navy thidder Eneas brocht Bot sevin schippis. With gret desyre and thocht Tobe on grund Troianys sped thame to land, As thai desyrit set softly on the sand; Thare lethis and lymmys in salt watir bedyit, 25 Strekit on the cost, spred furth, bekit and dryit. Bot first Achates slew fyre of the flynt Keppit in dry leiffis, as tunder, quhil thai brynt; Syne stikkis dry to kyndil thar about laid is, Quhil al in flambe the bles of fyre vp bradis. 30 Than was the quhete with fludis chaffit and wet, And instrumentis to purge it, swith out set. For skant of vittal, the cornys in quernys of stane Thai grand, and syne buke at the fyre ilkane. In the meyn quhile, Eneas the bank on hie 5 Has clummyn, widequhar behaldand the large see, Gif ony schip tharon mycht be persavit Quhilk lait tofor the wyndis had bewavit, Or ony Troiane galay, bark or barge, Antheus, Capis, or Caicus stremeris large 10 Wavand or schawand from thar top on hycht. Na schip he saw; bot sone he gat a syght Of thre hartis waverand by the cost syde, Quham at the bak, throu out the gravis wide, The mekil herdis followit in a rowt, 15 And pasturit all the large valle about. Tharat he styntis, and hynt his bow in hand; Swift fleand arowis fast by him had berand The traist Achates: and first the ledaris thre, Quhilk on thar hedis bair the tyndis hie, 20 Smertly he slew, syne all the rangald persewis With grundyn arowis amang the thik wod bewis; And styntis not with dartis thame to bete Quhil he to grond had brocht sevin hartis grete, And with his schippis thar nowmyr equale maid. 25 Syne to the havin sped him for out abaid, And thame distribut amangis his feris all. The wyne tharwith, in veschell gret and small, Quhilk til him gave Acestes, his ryall host, At his departing from Sycilly the cost, 30 To thame he byrlis and skynkis fast but weir, And with sik wordis comfortis thar drery cheir: O ȝe my feris, and deir frendis, quod he, Of by went perrellis not ignorant bene we; Ȝe haue sustenyt grettar dangeris onkend, 5 Lyke as heirof God sal mak sone ane end. The rage of Silla, that huge swelth in the see, Ȝe haue eschapit, and passit eik haue ȝhe The euer rowtand Charibdis rolkis fell, The craggis quhar monstruus Ciclopes dwell 10 Ȝhe ar expert: pluk vp ȝour hartis, I ȝou pray, This dolorus dreid expell and do away; Sum tyme heiron to think may help perchance. By diuers cacis, seir perrellis and sufferance, Onto Itale we ettill, quhar destany 15 Has schape for ws, in rest and quiet, herbry. Predestinat is thar Troy sal rys agane; Beis stowt, on prosper forton to remane. Syk plesand wordis, carpand, he has furth brocht, Set his mynd trublit mony grewous thocht, 20 With fenȝeit comfort by his cheyr outwart The dolorus payn hyd deip gravyn in hart. Hys feris has this praye ressauyt raith, And to thar met addressis, it to graith; Hynt of the hydis, maid the bowkis bair, 25 Rent furth the entralis, sum in tailȝeis schare, Syne brochit flykerand, sum gobbettis of lyre Kest in caldronys, and othir sum bet the fyre, Thame to refresch: thus all, the cost on lenth, Sped thame with fude to recover thar strenth; 30 On the greyn gers sat doune, and fillit thaim syne Of fat venyson and nobill auld wyne. Quhen hungir thus with metis was chasit away, And dischis drawin, than, with lang sermond, thai Bewalit thar feris lossit on the flude: 5 Betwix gude hope and dreid in dowt thai stude, Quhidder thai war levand, or tholit extreme ded all; Thai answer nocht set thai oft pleyn and call. Bot principally, the pietefull Eneas Regratis oft the hard fortoune and cace 10 Of stern Orontes new drownyt in the sey, And now Amycus harm complenys he, Now hym alone the cruel fate of Lycus, Now strang Gyan, now stalwart Cloanthus.

Cap. V.

_Quhou Jove beheld the large costis on fer, And how Venus carpis with Jupiter._

Gone was the day, and all thar lang sermoun, 15 Quhen Jupiter, from his heich speir, adoun Blent on the sailrife seys and erth tharby, With pepill dwellyng on costis fer syndry; Heich in the hevynnys top he baid hoverand, And of Lyby beheld graithly the land. 20 Within his breist on diuers curis as he thus Musys and thynkis, ontill hym spak Venus All dolorus, hir eyn full of brycht teris: O thow, quod sche, quhilk governys, rewlis and steris Baith goddis and men be thyne etern empyre, And oft affrays with thundyr and wyldfyre, Quhou mycht myne Ene sa gretly the offend? Or quhat mycht Troianys trespas, quhilk now at end Ar brocht and sufferit, sa feill corsis laid ded, 5 Throu owt the warld debarrit in euery sted, And drevin from Itale? Thou hecht vmquhile, persay. Of thame suld cum, efter this mony a day, The worthy Romanys, and of Troianys ofspring Princis of power our sey and land to ryng. 10 Quhat wikkit counsale, fader, has turnyt thi thocht? Forsuyth, at Troys distructioune, as I mocht, I tuke comfort heirof, thinkand but baid, That hard wanwerd suld follow fortoun glaid. Bot ȝit the sammyn myschance persewis thame sayr, 15 In syndry dangeris cachit heir and thair: Of thair travell quhat end grantis thou, gret kyng? Sen Anthenor mycht throu myd ostis thring Of Grekis, and pers the soundis Ilyria, And sovirly pas the strait regionys alswa 20 Of Liburnanys, and our Tymavy the flude, Quharat nyne mouthis rynand as it war wode, The hillis resoundis, sa rudly doith it rowt, And like a sey bettis on the brays about; Thar netheles, of Padva the cite, 25 A dwelling place for Troianys, biggit has he, And nemmyt the pepill efter hym, and full ȝor, The armys of Troy has set vp in memor: Bot we thi blude, thi kynrent and ofspring, To quham in hevin thou grantis a place to ryng, 30 Schame forto say, all throw the feid of ane, Has lossit our schippis, and ar betrasit ilkane, And fer from Itale bene withhaldin eik; Is this reward ganand for thame ar meik? Is this the honour done to thame bene godlyke? 5 Restoris thou ws on sik wys our kynryke? Smylyng sum deil, the fader of goddis and men, With that ilk sweit vissage, as we ken, That mesys tempestis and makis the hevynnys cleir, First kyssit his child, syne said on this maneir: 10 Away sik dreid, Cytherea, be nocht efferd, For thi lynage onchangit remanys the werd. As thou desyris, the cite salt thou se, And of Lavyne the promyst wallis hie; Eik thou salt rays abuf the sterrit sky 15 The manfull Eneas, and hym deify. My sentence is nocht alterit, as thou trastis; Bot I sal schaw the, sen sik thochtis the thrastis, And heir declair of destaneis the secreit, Full mony ȝheris tofor thai be compleit. 20 This Eneas, with hydwys bargannyng, In Itale frawart pepill sall doune thring; Syne efter statut lawis for tha men, And beld townys, and wal his citeis then. Quhen thre someris in Latium or Itail, 25 And thre wynteris he rungyn has all haill Fra tyme Rutilyanys bene subdewit in fecht, Than the ȝong child, quhilk now Ascanyvs hecht, And to surname clepit Iulus sans faill, For he in Ilion was of the blude ryale, 30 Quhill that of Troy and Ilion stude the Ryng, Thretty lang twelfmonthis rolling our sal ryng, From Lavyne realm the seyt translat alswa, And forcely wall the cite lang Alba: Thar sal thre hundreth ȝeris togidder remane 5 The ryng vnder the pepill Hectoriane, Quhil Ilya nun and dochter of a kyng, Consavit of Mars, twa twynnys do furth bring: Than with the glitterand wolf skyn our his aray, Cled in his nurys talbert glaid and gay, 10 Romulus sal the pepill ressaue and weld, And he the mercial wallis of Rome sal beld, And efter his name cal the pepill Romanys. To thir folkis, quhou lang thar ryng remanys, Nowder term of space nor boundis of senȝeory 15 Nane wil I set; for to thame grant haue I Perpetual empyre, but end to lest. Apirsmert Juno, that with gret onrest Now cummyrris erd, sey and ayr, quod he, Sal turn hir mynd bettir ways, and with me 20 Fostir the Romanys, lordis of al erdly geir, And Latyne pepill kepe bath in payce and weir. This is determyt, this lykis the goddis, I wys. Eftir mony lustris and ȝeris ourslydyn is, The tyme sal cum quhen Anchises ofspring 25 The realm of Phthia in bondage sal doune thring, And eik of Myce subdew the regioune large, And vndir thar lordschip dant al Grece and Arge. Cesar of nobill Troiane blude born salbe, Quhilk sal thempyre delait to the occiane see, 30 And to the sternys vpspring sal the fame Of Julius, that takyn haith hys name From Iulus, thi nevo, the gret kyng, As prince discend of his blude and ofspring; Quham, efter this, sovir of thyne entent, 5 Chargit with the spulȝe of the orient, Amang the nowmyr of goddis ressaue thou sall, And as a god men sal him clep and call. The cruel tyme sone therefter sal ces, And weris stanche, al salbe rest and pes; 10 Ancyant faith, and valiant knychthed, With chaste religioune, sal than the lawys led; The dreidful portis salbe schet, but faill, Of Janus tempill, the takynar of bataill; With hard irne bandis claspit fast in cage, 15 Of wykkit bargane tharin the furyus rage Set apon grisly armour in his seyt, And with ane hundreth brasyn chenȝeis grete Behynd hys bak hard bund hys handis tway, The horribil tyrrant with bludy mouth sal bray. 20 This beand said, Jupiter ful evyn Hys son Mercury send doune from the hevyn; So that of Cartage baith realm and new cite To luge the Troianys suld all reddy be, Les than Dido, the destany mysknawand, 25 Wald thame expell hyr boundis or hyr land. He with gret fard of weyngis flaw throu the sky, And to the cuntre of Liby come in hy: Thar dyd hys charge; and the folkis of Cartage Thar fers mudis and hartis gan asswage 30 At the plesour of the god, quhilk thame taucht. And, first of othir, the quene hir self has kaucht Towart the Troianys a ful frendly mynd, As on to thame tilbe bowsum and kynd.

Cap. VI.

_Ene, at morow rakand throu the schaw, Met with hys modir into habit onknaw._

Bot al this nyght the reuthfull Eneas, 5 That in his mynd gan mony thyng compas, Belive as that the hailsum day wolx lycht, Dressit him furth to spy and haue a sycht Of new placis; fortil sers and knaw, To quhatkyn costis he with the wynd was blaw, 10 Quha thame inhabit, quhidder wild bestis or men, For al semyt bot wildernes til hym then; And as he fand schupe till hys feris to schaw: Hys navy dern amyd the thyk wod schaw, Vnderneth the holkit hyngand rochis hie, 15 Dekkit about with mony semly tre, Quhois schaddowis dyrk hyd weill the schippis ilkane. And he bot with a fallow furth is gane, With traste Achates; in athiris hand yfeir The braid steil heid schuke on the huntyng speir. 20 Amyd the wod hys moder met thame tway, Semand a maid in vissage and aray, With wapynnys like the virgynys of Spartha, Or the stowt wench of Trace, Harpalica, Hastand the hors hir fadir to reskew, Spedyar than Hebrun, the swyft flude, dyd persew: For Venus, eftyr the gys and maner thar, 5 Ane active bow apon hir schuldeir bar As scho had bene a wild hunteres, With wynd waving hir haris lowsit of tres, Hir skyrt kiltit til hir bair kne, And, first of other, onto thame thus spak sche; 10 Howe, say me ȝonkeris, saw ȝe walkand heir By aventur ony of my sisteris deyr, The cays of arrowis tachit by hir syde, And cled in to the spottit lynx hyde, Or with lowd cry followand the chays 15 Eftir the fomy bayr, in thar solace? Thus said Venus. And hir son agane Answeris and said, trewly, maide, in plane Nane of thi systeris dyd I heir ne se; Bot, O thou virgyne, quham sal I cal the? 20 Thy vissage semys na mortale creature, Nor thi voce soundis not lyke to humane nature, A goddes art thou suythly to my sycht. Quhidder thou be Dyane, Phebus systir brycht, Or than sum goddes of thir nymphis kynd, 25 Maistres of woddis, beis to ws happy and kynd, Releve our lang travell quhat euer thou be, And, vndir quhat art of this hevyn sa hie, Or at quhat cost of the warld finaly Sal we arrive, thou tech ws by and by: 30 Of men and land onknaw we ar drive will By wynd and storm of sey cachit hiddertill; And mony fair sacrifice and offerand Befor thyne altar sal de of my rycht hand. Venus answerd, I denȝe not to ressaue 5 Sik honour certis, quhilk feris me nocht to haue; Forto the madynnys of Tyre this is the gyis, To beir a cays of arowis on this wys, With rede botynys on thar schankis hie. This is the realm of Punyce quhilk ȝe se, 10 The pepill of Tyre, and the cite, but mor, Belt by the folk discend from Agenor. Ȝhe bene in the merchis of Lyby, sans faill, Inhabit with pepill ondantabill in bataill. Quhar Dido quene rewlis the empyre, 15 Hydder, for hir brodir, fled from the realm of Tyre: Lang war the iniuris, the dowtis lang tobe tald, Bot I the vmaste of the mater sall hald. Ane husband, quhilk Sycheus hecht, had sche, Rychast in all the ground of Phenyce, 20 And strangly luffit of the silly Dido; For be hir fader, as was the maner tho, By chans scho was in cleyn virginite Weddit to hym; bot of Tyre the cuntre In heretage held Pigmalyon hir brodir, 25 In wikkitnes cruel abufe all othir, Quhilk, but offence or occasioun of greif, For blynd cwatyce of gold throu his myscheif. Befor the altar, slely with a knyfe, Or he was war, reft Sycheus the lyfe; 30 And, of the gret luf of hys systir suyr, Concelyt this cruel deid lang vndir cuyr; That fals man, by dissaitfull wordis fair, With vaynhope trumpit the wofull luffar. Bot of hir husband bygravit the ymage 5 To hir apperis in sleip, with pail vissage, On mervellus wys, and gan at lenth declare Quhou he was cruelly slane at the altare; He schew the knyf out throw hys breist threst, And all the hyd cryme of hir hows manyfest: 10 Syne in gret haist exortis hir to fle, And leif hir native land, and tak the see; And, forto help hir onwart by the way, Vnder the erth quhar ald hurdis hyd lay, Of siluer and gold revelit a huge weght. 15 Dido heirat commovit, I ȝou hecht, For hir departing falloschip reddy maid; Togidder conuenys, but ony langar abaid, All thai quhilk hatis the cruell tyrrantis dedis, Or ȝit his fellon violence sair dredis. 20 The schippis that on cays war reddy thar Thai tuke, and chargit full of gold but mayr. The tresour of the wrachit Pigmaleon Is thus caryit our the sey onone: A woman captane is of all this deid. 25 To ȝone place ar thai cummyn, thou may tak heid, Quhar now rysis ȝone large wallis stowt Of New Cartage, with hie towris abowt. Als mekill grond thai bocht at the first tyde As thai mycht compas with a bullis hyde; 30 Ȝondir cheif castell standing on the bra Into thar langage clepit is Byrsa, And of this deid the name beris witnes ȝit. Bot, quhat be ȝhe, finaly wald I wyt? Or of quhat cuntre cummyn? or pas wald quhar? 5 Scho sperand this, Eneas sichand sair, The voce drawand deip from his breist within, Said, O thou goddes, gif I suld begyn And tell our labour from the formast end, To heir our storyis set thou myght attend, 10 Or I maid end, Vesper, the evyn starn brycht, Suld cloys the hevin and end the days lycht. We ar of ancyant Troy, gif euer ȝe The name of Troy has hard in this cuntre, And caryit throu owt diuers seys alswa, 15 And now by fortoune to cost of Lybia Drevyn with tempest. Rewthfull Ene am I, That Troiane goddis tursys in my navy, Quham fra amyd our ennemys I rent; My fame is knaw abufe the eliment; 20 I seik Itale and our auld cuntre fer, And lynage cum from hyast Jupiter. With schippis twys ten the Phrygyane see, My modir a goddes techand the way, tuke we, Followand destany quhilk was to me grant; 25 Of all our floyt, from wynd and wallys, skant Sevin evil perbrakit salue remanys with me. Onkend and mystirfull in desertis of Lybe I wandir, expellit from Europ and Asia. Venus na mair sufferit hym pleyn or say, 30 Amyd hys dolorus playntis thus spak sche; Quhat evir thou art, I trast weill at thou be Favorit with the goddis, and drawis this hailsum ayr, Quhilk is the spreit of lyfe, to thy weilfair, Sen thou art cummyn to Cartage the cyte. 5 Now hald thy way, and at the Quenys entre Present thy self; I schaw the, for certane, Thy ferys ar salf, thy navy is cummyn agane, In salfty brocht fre of north wyndis als, Les than my parentis taucht me spayng craft fals. 10 Behald twelf swannys in randoun glaid and fair, Quham, newly from the regioun of the air Jovis fowle, the Egill, discending fra hys hycht, Has sair effrayt amyd the skyis brycht; Now with lang range to lycht thai beyn adrest, 15 And spyis the erth about quhar thai sall rest: As thai return, thar weyngis swouchand jolely, And with thar coursis circlys about the sky, Cryand or syngand efter thar awyn gys; Thy schippys and falloschip on the sammyn wys 20 Owdir ar herbryit in the havyn, I wys, Or with bent saill entris in the port be this. Now pas thy way evyn furth that sammyn went. Thus said sche, and turnand incontinent, Hir nek schane lyke onto the roys in May, 25 Hyr hevynly haris, glitterand brycht and gay, Kest from hir forhed a smell gloryus and sweit, Hir habyt fell down coveryng to hir feit, And in hir passage a verray god dyd hir kyth. And fra that he knew hys moder, alswith 30 With sik wordis he followys as scho dyd fle; Quhy art thou cruell to thy son, quod he, Dissavand hym sa oft with fals sembland? Quhy grantis thou nocht we mycht joyn hand in hand, And fortill heir and rendir vocis trew? 5 Thus he reprevys, bot sche is went adew; Than to the Cyte he haldis furth the way. Bot Venus with a sop of myst, baith tway, And with a dyrk clowd, closyt rownd about, That na man suld thame se nor twich but dowt, 10 Ne by the ways stop or ellis deir, Or ȝit the cawsis of thar cummyn speir. Hyr self vplift to Paphum passyt swith, To vissy hir restyng place, joly and blith; Thar is hir tempill into Cypir land, 15 Quharin thar doith ane hundreth altaris stand, Hait byrnnyng full of Saba sens all houris, And smellyng sweit with fresch garlandis of flowris.

Cap. VII.

_Eneas, at his moderys commandment, Cled with the mysty clowd, to Cartage went._

Thai, in the meyn tyme, hastit furth thar way As the rod led thame, quhil ascend ar thai 20 The hill fer rysand abuf the town on hycht, Quhar all the Cite forgane thame se thai mycht. Eneas wondrit the gretnes of Cartage, Quhilk lait tofor had beyn ane smal cotage; The fair portis alsso he ferleit fast, And of the brute of pepill tharat inpast, The large stretys paithit by and by, 5 The byssy Tyrryanys lauborand ardently. Ane part haistis to beild the wallys wight; And sum to rays the gret castell on hyght, And welt vp stanys to the wark on hie; Sum grathis fast the thak and rufe of tre; 10 And sum about delvys the fowsy deip; Sum chesis officeris the lawys forto kepe, With counsalouris and senatouris, wys folkis; Ȝonder other sum the new havyn holkis; And heir alsso, ane other end fast by, 15 Lays the fundament of the theatry; And otheris eik the huge pillaris grete Out of the querrellys gan do hew and bete, Fortill adorn that place in all degre, In tyme cummyng quhar gret triumphe suldbe. 20 Lyke to the beys, in feildis floryst new, Gaderyng thar wark of mony diuers hew, In soft somyr the brycht son hait schynyng, Quhen of thar kynd thame list swarmys furth bryng, Or in camys inclus thar hwny cleyn, 25 And with sweit liquour stuffis thar cellis scheyn, Or ressavys the byrdyngis from othir tharowt, Or fra thar hyve togyddir in a rowt Expellis the bowbart beist, the faynt drone be: Thar labour is bissy and fervent forto se, 30 The hwny smellys of the sweit tyme seid. O, quod Ene, full happy ar ȝhe in deid, Quhais large wallis rysys thus on hie! A quhile he visseit the boundis of this cite, Ane wonder thyng, coverit with a clowd about; 5 He entrys syne amyd the thikast rowt, Amang the men he thrang, and nane hym saw. Amyd the cite stude ane semly schaw, With hys maist plesand sobir schaddowis, quhar, As the Punycianys first vpwarpit war, 10 Efter the stormys blastis and seys rage, Thai, delvand, fand the takynar of Cartage, Ane mekill hors hed that was, I weyn, As Juno had schaw tofor, of goddis queyn, That signyfyit the cite excellent in batale, 15 And plentuus eik al tymys of vittale. In the ilke place, the Sydonas Dido Begouth to byg a prowd tempill of Juno, With dowreis seir and gyftis of ryches, And eik the goldyn statw of the goddes. 20 The entre rays with hie stagis of bras, With bras alsso the cupplys festynyt was; The brassyn durris jargis on the marbill hirst. In this tempill, seir novelteis first Schawin till Eneas mesyt gretly hys feir; 25 The first assurance of comfort was heir, And hope of releif eftir aduersite: For as he went diuers thingis to se, Rowmyng about the large tempill scheyn, Forto behald the cummyng of the queyn, 30 And of the cite the gret prosperite, The mony warkmen, and thar craftis sle In dew proportioun, as he woundrit for joy, He saw per ordour all the sege of Troy, The famus batellis, wlgat throu the warld or this, 5 Of kyng Pryam and athir Attrides, And, baldar than thame baith, the fers Achill. He styntis, and wepand said Achates tyll; Quhou now, quhilk place is this, my frend, quod he, Quhat regioun in erd may fundyn be 10 Quhar our mysforton is nocht fully proclame? Allace! behald, se ȝondir king Priam, Lo, heir his wirschip is haldin in memor; Thir lamentabyll takynnys passit befor Our mortal myndis aucht to compassioun steir. 15 Away with dreid, and tak na langar feir; Quhat! wenys thou na this fame sall do the gude? Thus said he, and fed hys mynd, quhar he stude, With thir plesand fenȝeit ymagery, Murnand sair, and wepand tendyrly, 20 The flude of terys halyng our hys face; For as he lukit on the wark percace, He saw porturate quhar, in sik a place, The Grekis fled and Troianys followis the chace Abowt the wallys of Troy as thai dyd fyght: 25 At ȝondir part the Troianys tak the flycht, With creste on hed Achillis in hys chair Persewand strangly. Not far thens saw he, quhar, The quhite tentis of kyng Rhesus, evill kepe, Betraisit war apon the first sleip; 30 Quhar, with gret slauchter bludy Diomeid Distroyt all, and till hys tent gan leid The mylk quhite horssis, fers, swift and gude, Or evir thai taistit ony Troiane fude, Or drunkyn had of the flude Exanthus. 5 And ȝondir, lo! beheld he Troilus Wantyng his armour, the fey barn fleand, Fortill recontyr Achilles onganand, The hors hym harland behynd the void cart Hyngand wyde oppyn, and hys hed dounwart; 10 Suppos he held the renȝeis fast, but faill, Hys nek and harys on the erd gan traill, The speir ourturnyt in the duste dyd write. The sammyn tyme, the Troian madynys quhite, With hair doun skalit, all sorofull gan pas 15 Onto the tempill of the grevit Pallas To ask supple, with thame a wympill bair thai, With handis betand thar breistis by the way: This fremmyt goddes held hir eyn fixt fast Apon the grund, nocht a blenk list thame cast. 20 Abowt the wallis of Troy he saw quhat wys Achilles harlyt Hectoris body thrys; The ded corps syne for gold he saw hym sell. Law from his breist murnand he gave a ȝell, Seand the void cart, and spulȝe of the knycht, 25 And the corps of his derrest frend sa dight. Priam onarmyt streke furth handis dyd he spy From Achilles hys sonnys body to by. Hym self alsswa, mydlit, persavit he, Amang princis of Grece in the melle. 30 The orient hostis knew he one by one, And Vlcanus armour on blak Memnon. The madynnys cum fra Amason saw he soyn, With crukit scheildis schapyn like the moyn, Led by thar furyus queyn Pantissylle; 5 Amyd the thowsandis egyrly feghtis sche, And quhar hir pap was for the speir cut away, Of gold tharon was belt a rych tyschay: Ane worthy weriour suythly thai mycht hir ken, This wench stowtly recontir durst with men. 10

Cap. VIII.

_Heir to the tempil cummys queyn Dido, Quhar that Enee his feris fand alsso._

Quhill as the manfull Troian Eneas To se thir nyce figuris thocht wonder was, And as he musyt, studyand in a stair Bot on a sycht quharon he blenkit thar, The queyn Dido, excellent in bewte, 15 To tempill cumis with a fair menȝe Of lusty ȝyngkeris walkyng hir about. Lyke to the goddes Dian with hir rowt, Endlang the flude of Eurot on the bra, Or vndir the toppis of hir hill Cynthia, 20 Ledand ryng dansys, quham followis our alquhar A thousand nymphis flokkyng heir and thair: On hir schulder the arrow cace baris sche, And quhar scho walkis abufe the laif on hie May weil beseyn; to Latone hir moder this Gevis reiosyng and secrete hartis blys: Sikane was Dido, sykane hir blithly bair 5 Amyd thame all, the warkis and weilfair Providing for the realm in tyme tocum. And quhen sche to the tempill dur is cum, Syne entryng vnder the myd volt, tuke hir sete Heich in a trone, and cumpaneis grete 10 On athir half standyng of armyt men, The domys and law pronuncis sche to thame then: The feys of thar labouris equaly Gart distribut; gif dowt fallis tharby, Be cut or kavill that pled sone partit was. 15 Bot suddanly persavis Eneas Quhar with gret haist com rynnyng Antheus, Sergest he seis, and stalwart Cloanthus, With diuers otheris of the Troian menȝe, Quham the blak storm had skatterit on the see, 20 And at ane other cost drevyn to the land. He and his fallow awondris this seand. Achates half estonyst stude in affray; With feir and joy smyttin baith war thai, And langit fair to schaik handys; bot thar hart 25 The onkouth cace amovit in sum part Forto dissymyll, as na thing seyn thai had, And, with the dyrk clowd hyd, to spy thai baid Quhou it stude with thar ferys, or chansyt eft, Or on quhat cost thar navy thai had left, 30 Quhat thai desyrit; for, as full weill thai saw, From thar schippis per ordour thai com on raw, Besekand grace and peax fast, as thame thocht, And to the tempill with gret clamour socht. Fra thai war enterit in the tempill tho, 5 And licens grantit thame to speke alsso, The gretast oratour, Ilioneus, With plesand voce begouth his sermond thus; O hie princes, quhamto Jupiter has grant To beld ane new cyte, and to dant 10 The violens of prowd folk by just law, We wrachit Troianys, with the wyndis blaw Throu strange stremys and mony diuers see, Forbyd ȝon cruell fyre, besekis the, Suffir not to byrn our schippis in a rage, 15 Haue reuth apon our petuus auld lynage. Considir frendly our mater quhou it standis; We com nocht hiddir with drawyn swerdis in handis, To spulȝe templis or ryches of Lybia, Nor by the cost na spreth to dryve away; 20 Sik violens nane within our myndis is, Nor sa gret stowtnes to venquyst folk, I wys. Thar is a place quham the Grekis, thai say, Onto hys name clepis Hesperia, Ane nobill land, richt potent in bataill, 25 And fructuus grond, plentuus in vittaille, By kyng Onotryus inhabit first, we trow; Bot in our days laitly, the fame is now, Eftir thar duke it is namyt Italy. Thidderwart our cours was laid: quhen suddanly 30 The flude boldnyt, and stormy Orion Amang blynd bankis cachit ws onon; The byttir blastis, contrarius al ways, Throw wallis huge, salt fame, and wilsum wais, And throw the perrellus rowkis gan ws dryve; 5 Hidder at ȝour cost ar few of ws arryve. Quhat kynd of pepill duellis heir? quod he, Quhou beyn sik thewis sufferit in this cuntre? We ar defendit to herbry on the sand, Prouokyt eik to batale, and, drevyn to land 10 By fors of storm, the slyke thai ws deny. Albeit the strenth of men ȝhe set not by, And mortal weris contempnys and comptis nocht, Belevis weill ȝit than, and haue in thocht, The goddis sall remember, trastis me, 15 Baith of gud dedis and iniquite. To ws was kyng the worthy Eneas, Ane justar man in all the warld nane was, Nor mair reuthfull, nor wisar into weir, And mair valiant in dedis of armys seir: 20 Quham gif the fatis alyve conservit haith To tak this hevinly ayr and draw his braith, And not with cruell gostis hyd vnder erd, We neid not dreid, sall nocht mak ws efferd; Nor thou sall neuer repent the sykkyrly 25 To schaw ws first frendschip and curtasy. Into the realm of Sycill als haue we Frendis and citeis, with armyt men plente, And of the Troian blude Acestes kyng. Gyf ws war levit our flote on land to bryng, 30 That with the wynd and storm is all to schaik, And grantit eik wod leif to hew, and take Tymmyr to beit ayrris and other mysteris, So that our kyng we mycht fynd and our feris, Blithly we suld hald towart Italy, 5 And to the cost of Latium seik in hy: Bot gif our weilfar and beleve cleyn gayn is, And the, maist souerane fader of ws Troianys, The Lybian sey withhaldis, gif thou be gone, Nor of Ascanyus comfort remanys none, 10 Than suythly, at the leste, the Sycill see And placis reddy fra quham hidder drevin ar we, We sall seik, and to the kyng Acestes. Thus said Ilioneus, and sa can he ces; Bot than the noys rays amang the Troianys, 15 Thai murmuryt and complenyt all at anys. Than schortly Dido spak with vissage doun cast, Remove all dreid, Troianys, beis nocht agast, Pluk vp ȝour hartis, and hevy thochtis dovn thring. Ane hard myschans and novelte of this ryng 20 Constrenys me sik mastry forto schaw, And with discurriouris kepe the cost on raw. Quha knawys nocht the lynnage of Enee? Or quha myskennys Troy, that ryall cyte? The gret wirschip of sik men quha wald nocht meyn? 25 And the huge ardent batalys at thar has beyn? We Phenycianys nane sa blait breistis hes, Nor so fremmytly the Son list nocht addres Hys curs frawart Cartage cyte away. Quhiddir ȝhe will to gret Hesperia, 30 The grund of Saturn, quhilk now is Italy, Or to the cost of Sycill fast tharby, And at the kyng Acestes lyst ȝou be, Thidder sall ȝhe suyrly pas with my supple; I sall support ȝou with all geir may gayn. 5 And ples ȝhe with me in this realm remane, The cyte quhilk I byg is ȝouris fre; Bryng in ȝour schippis hidder from the see; Betwix a Troiane and ane Tyrriane Na differens, all sall I rewle as ane; 10 And, with this sammyn wynd hidder blaw in feir, Wald God Enee ȝour kyng war present heir! Endlang the costis and far partis of Lyby I sall forsuyth exploratouris send to spy In ony wod gyf that he be vpdryve, 15 Or ȝit perchance at ony cyte arryve.

Cap. IX.

_Quhou Eneas with all his rowt bedene War thankfully ressauyt of the queyn_.

With thir wordis the spreit of Eneas And of the strang Achates reiosyt was, Gretly desyryng the clowd to brek in tway: Bot first Achates till Enee gan say; 20 Son of the goddes, quhat purpos now, quod he, Rysys in thy breist? All is sovir, thou may se, Thyne navy and thy ferys recoverit beyn, Wantand bot ane, amang the fludis greyn Quham we saw droun; all other thingis, thou knawis, Is now conform onto thy moderis sawys. And scarsly haith he all thir wordis spokkyn, 5 Quhen that the clowd abowt thame swith was brokkyn, And vanyst tyte away amang the ayr. Vp stude Enee, in cleir lycht schynyng fair, Lyke till ane god in body and in face; For his moder grantit hir son sik grace; 10 Hys crysp harys war plesand on to se, Hys favour gudly, full of fresch bewte, Lyke till ane ȝongker with twa lauchand eyn; Als gracyus for to behold, I weyn, As evoir boyn by craft of hand weill dycht, 15 Or as we se the burnyst siluer brycht, Or ȝit the quhite polist marbill stane schyne, Quhen thai beyn circulit about with gold sa fyne. Or evir thai wist, befor tham all in hy, Onto the queyn thus said he reuerently; 20 Hym quham ȝe seik behald now present heir, Enee the Troian, delyverit from danger Of storm and wallys of the Libiane see. O thou only, quhilk rewth hes and piete On the ontellabill pyne of the Troianys, 25 Quhilk ws, the Grekis levyngis and remanys, Ourset with all maner necessiteis, And euery perrell baith be landis and seis, Within thy cyte ressauys till herbry, And to famyliar frendschip and ally; 30 To quyte the, rendring ganand thankis rycht, That lyis nocht, Dido, intill our mycht, Nor all the laif of the Troian menȝe, Throw out this warld skatterit quhar euer thai be: Bot the hie goddis, gif ony deite takis tent 5 To thame at petuus beyn and pacient, For justice eik gif euer reward beis get, And rychtwys myndis ramembrit and nocht forȝet. Thai ilke goddis mot dewly reward the Accordyng thy desert in all degre. 10 Quhou happy and joyus was that tyme serene That the producit hes, sa nobill a queyn! Quhou wirschipfull eik war thai parentis of mycht Quhilk the engendrit hes, sa worthy a wight! Quhill fludis rynnys in the sey but dowt, 15 Quhil sonnys schaddow circlys hillis about, And the firmament starris doith conteyn, Thy honour and thy fame sall evir be grene, And thy renown remane perpetualy, Throu all realmys quharto that drevyn am I. 20 Thus sayand, til his frend Ilioneus Hys rycht hand gave he, and to Serestus Gave his left hand; syne welcumit euery man, The strang Cloanthus and the stowt Gyan. The queyn Dido, astonyst a litill wie 25 At the first syght, behaldand his bewte, Awondring be quhat wys he cummyn was, Onto him thus scho said with myld face; Son of the goddes, quhat hard aduersite Throw owt so feill perrellis has cachit the? 30 Quhat fors and violens drave the hyddir till ws, Apon thir costis that beyn so dangerus? Art thou not theilk compacient Eneas, That apon haly Venus engendrit was Be the Troian Anchises, as thai say, 5 Besyde the flude Symois in Phrigia? Weill I remembir, to Sydon the cyte Sen Tewcer com, banyst from his cuntre, Sekand supple at Belus, and sum new land. My fader than, Belus, I vndirstand, 10 The rich realm of Cipir wastit by weir, And wan it syne, and gave it to Tewcer; And evir syne of Troy, that gret cyte, The distructioun has beyn weill knaw to me, Thy name alsso, and pryncis of Grece sans faill, 15 With quham thou faught seir tymys in batale. This ilke Tewcer hys ennemys of Troy Rusyt and lovit, and with excellent joy Full oft him self extoll and vant he wald Of Troiane blude tobe discend of ald. 20 Tharfor haue done, gallandis, cum on ȝour way, Entir within our lugyng, we ȝou pray: Siclike fortoun, throu mony feill danger, At last onto this land has dryve me heir; Thus, nocht mysknawand quhat payn is ennoy to dre, 25 I lernyt to help all tholis aduersyte. Rehersyng this, convoys sche Eneas Towart the place quhar hir ryche palyce was, And tharwith eik commandis halyday, Throwe owt the cyte all suldbe game and play. 30 And netheles, the sammyn tyme, sendis sche Down to his folkis, at the cost of the see, Twenty fed oxin, large, gret and fyne, And ane hundreth bustuus bowkis of swyne, Ane hundreth lammys and thar moderis tharby, 5 With other presandis, and wyne habundandly. The place within maist gloriusly and gay Adornyt was all our with ryall array: Amyd the hie rufe of the mekill hall, For the banket, mony rich claith of pall 10 Was spred, and mony badkyn wonderly wrocht; Of siluer playt ane huge weght furth was brocht To set on burdis; and veschell forgit of gold, Quharin was grave, maste curyus to behold, The valȝeant dedis of forfaderis past by, 15 Sen first begynnyng of thar geneology, Man eftir man lyke as thai dyd succeid, In lang rememberans of thar worthyheid. Ene, for that his faderly piete Wold nocht suffir hys mynd in rest tobe, 20 In haist Achates to the schippis send, To schaw Ascaneus all fra end till end, Onto the cite that he onon war brocht; On ȝong Ascaneus was haill the faderis thocht. Seir gyftis eik he bad bryng with him syne, 25 Hynt and deliuerit from the Troian rewyne; Ane rych garmont brusyt with stife gold wyre, The purpour mantill and rycht quent attyre That pliabill was with the gilt bordour large, Sum tyme array of Helene queyn of Arge, 30 Quhilk from the realm of Myce with hir sche brocht, Quhen scho to Troy forbodyn hymeneus socht; This wondrus gift gottin at hir moder Lyda. And forthir eik, of fair Illionya He bad hym bryng with hym the ceptre wand, 5 Quhilum Priamus eldast douchter bair in hand; The collar pight with orient peirlys als, That sche vmquhile wair about hir hals; Off gold alsso the clos or dowbill crown, Set full of precyus stonys enveroun. 10 To do his charge, Achates bissely The way towart the schippis socht in hy.

Cap. X.

_Quhou that Venus, all perrelis to seclude, Send Cupide in Ascaneus similitude._

In the meyn tyme, Venus a sle wile socht, By new consait in hir mynd quhou scho mocht, In forme and vissage of sweit Ascaneus tho 15 Transformyt, send hir awin son Cupido, To beir thir presandis, so that the amorus queyn He mycht inflambe, within hir banys greyn The hoyt fyre of lufe to kyndill and steir: For in hir mynd scho had a maner feir 20 Of this lynnage waverand and ontrew, Tyrrhyanys dowbill tongit weill sche knew; Of cruell Juno the dreid brynt hir inwart, With mony thocht ran hastely tyll hir hart. Onto the weyngit god of luf, but weir, For thy scho spak, and said on this maner; O thou my child, my strenth and my gret mycht, 5 O thou my son, quhilk only art so wight That thou the dartis of Jupiter dar ganestand, Quharwith he slew Typhon, the fell gyand, To the I cum, to the I seik, quod sche, Lawly askyn thy power and supple. 10 Quhat wys thy broder Eneas, but dowt, Is blawyn and warpit euery cost about, Of wykkit Juno throu the cruell invy, All this to the is manifest, weill wait I; For quhen I wepit tharfor, thow murnyt also. 15 Now hym withhaldis the Phenycian Dido, And culȝeis hym with slekit wordis sle; Bot to quhat fyne, richt sair it dredis me, Sall turn this plesand gestnyng in Cartage, Quhilk is the burgh of Juno; for in hir rage 20 As is begun the mater sall not remane. Quharfor I ombethynk me of a trane, This queyn first forto cawch in luffis lace, And so with flambe of amouris till enbrace, That by na mycht tharfra scho may remove, 25 Bot strangly sall with me Eneas lufe. Hark my consait, quhat wys this may be done: The rial child Ascaneus full sone, On quham maist is my thocht, grathis to pas, At command of his fader Eneas, 30 To the cyte of Cartage, and gyftis seir Tursis with hym of the ald Troian geir, Quhilk fra the storm of sey is left ontynt, And from the fyre remanys ȝit onbrynt; Hym sall I sownd slepand steill away, 5 And hyde apon the hight of Citheray, Or in Idalium my hallowit schaw, That our dissait he nowder persave ne knaw, Nor onprovisitly cum thidder, thocht he mycht. Tak thou his lyknes, na mair bot a nycht, 10 Forto begile queyn Dido of Cartage; My child, cleith the with ȝon kend childis vissage, So that quhen scho all blythast haldis the Into hir skyrt perchance, or on hir kne, At hir fest ryall sittand at the tabill, 15 Amang danceis and wynys amyabill, And gan the forto hals and to enbrace, Kyssand sweitly thi quhyte nek and thi face, Than may thou slely thi vennamus ardent fyre Of fraudfull luf amyd hir breste inspyre. 20 The God of lufe obeys hastely Hys moderis wordis, and laid his weyngis by, And blythly steppis furth lyke Iulus. Bot Venus to this ilke Ascaneus The sweit vapour of plesand sleip and rest 25 On all the membris of his body kest, And softly the goddes in hyr lap hym bair Amyd hyr schaw of Idalium, quhar Tendir mariolyne and sweit flowris tharout With thar dulce smell hym schaddowit rownd about. 30

Cap. XI.

_Of the banket, and of the gret deray, And quhou Cupyd inflambis the lady gay._

Now passys furth Cupyd, full diligent Fortyll obey hys moderis commandment, Berand with hym the kyngly gyftis scheyn, Quhilkis suldbe present to the ryall queyn, Blythly followyng hys ledar Achates. 5 And as thai come, the quene was set at des Vndir hir gloryus stentit capitale; Amang provd tapetis and mych rych apparale Hir place scho tuke, as was the gys that tyde, Ourspred with gold amyd a beddis syde. 10 Abuf all othir the fader Eneas, And syne ȝong gallandis of Troy, to mete set was, Apon rich beddis sydis, per ordour, Ourspred with carpettis of the fyne purpour. To wesch thar handis seruandis brocht watir cleir, 15 Syne breyd in baskettis, eftyr thar maner, With soft serviatis to mak thar handis cleyn. Fyfty damycellis tharin seruyt the queyn, Quhilkis bair the cure eftir thar ordour haill, On purvyance of howshald and vittaill, 20 To graith the chalmeris, and the fyris beld. Ane hundreth madynnys had scho ȝong of eld, And elyke mony of the sam age ȝong swanys, The cowrsis and the mesys, for the nanys, To set on burdis, sik as we call seweris, And to fill cowpys, goblettis and eweris. And mayratour, the Tyrryanys halely At the blith ȝettis flokkis to the maniory; And as thai come, thai war down set onone 5 On brusyt or payntit tapetis eueryone. Thai mervellit the rich gyftis of Eneas; Apon Ascaneus feill awondrit was, The schynand vissage of the God Cupyte, And hys dissemblit slekit wordis quhite, 10 The precyus mantill and quent garmond also: Bot principaly the fey onsylly Dydo, For the myscheif to cum predestinat, Mycht not refreyn nor satisfy hir consait, Bot ardently behaldis all on steir, 15 Now lykand weill the child, and now the geir. As Cupyd hyngis about Eneas hals, Enbrasit in armys, fenȝeand luf full fals, By semlant as he his fader had beyn, Full slely than he blent apon the queyn. 20 Scho, with hir sycht and all hir mynd, rycht thar, Hym to behald, sat musand in a stayr; Sumtyme onwar hym in hir bosum held sche, Mysknawand, allace! by fals subtilite, Quhou the gret god of luf, with all hys mycht, 25 Wachit forto dissave hir, wofull wight: Bot he, remembring on his moderis command, The mynd of Sycheus, hir first husband, Furth of hir thocht peys and peys begouth dryve, And with scharp amouris of the man alyve 30 Gan hir dolf spreit forto preveyn and steir, Had beyn dysvsit fra luf that mony ȝeir. Eftyr the first pawse, and that cowrs neir gane, And voduris and fat trunschuris away tane, The goblettis gret with myghty wynys in hy 5 Thai fill, and coverit set in by and by. Than rays the noys quhill dynnyt rufe and wallis, So thik the vocis fleys throu the large hallys. From the gilt sparris hang down mony a lycht, The flambe of torchis venquyst the dyrk nycht. 10 The queyn than askis of gold, for the nanys, A weghty cowp, set all with precyus stanys, Bad fill it full of the rych Ypocras, Into the quhilk gret Belus accustomyt was To drynk vmquhile, and fra hym euery kyng 15 Discend of hys genology and ofspring. And, quhen silens was maid our all the hall, O Jupiter, quod scho, on the we call, For this rayson, that by wys men is said, To gestis thou grantis the herbry glaid; 20 We the beseik, this day be fortunabill To ws Tyrryanys, happy and agreabill To strangearis cummyn fra Troy on thar vayage, In tyme cummyng remembrance of our vsage To our successioun and posterite; 25 The gevar of glaidnes, Bachus, heir mot be, And gentil Juno to ws fauorabill and meik; And ȝou, myne awyn Tyrryanys, I command eik Hallow this fest with blythnes and with joy, Bair frendly falloschip to thir noblis of Troy. 30 This beand said, the cowpe with the rich wyne Apon the burd scho blyssit, and eftir syne With hir lyp first tharof tuke bot a taist, And, carpand blythly, gaif it Bythyus in haist. He merely ressavis the remand tays, 5 All owt he drank, and quhelmyt the gold on his face: Syne al the nobillis tharof drank abowt; I wil nocht say that ilkman playt cop owt. Bot on his gylt harp berdyt Jopas, Playand the gestis of the gret Atlas, 10 The monys change and oblique cowrs sang he, And quhy the son eclipsis, as we se; Quharof mankynd is maid he schew ful plane, Quharof bestis, and quhat engendris rayn, Quharof cummys thundir and fyry levyn; 15 The rany Hyades, quhilk ar the sternys sevyn, And eik Arcturus, quhilk we cal the laid stern, The dowbill Vrsys weil couth he decern; And quhy the son, into the wyntir tyde, Hastis in the sey sa fast his hede to hyde; 20 Quhy makis the nycht that tyme sa large delay, And in somyr quhy sa lang is the day. The gyld and ryot Tyrryanys dowblit for joy, Syne the rerd followit of the ȝonkeris of Troy: Onhappy Dido alsso set all hir mycht 25 With sermondis seir forto prolong the nycht, The langsum lufe drynkand inwart ful cald. Full mony demand of Priam speir scho wald, And questionys seir twichyng Hector alswa; Now with quhais armour the son of Aurora 30 Come to the sege; and now inquir wald sche Quhat kynd hors Diomede had in the melle; Quhou large of statur was fers Achillis. Haue done, my gentill gest, sone tell ws this Per ordour, says scho, fra the begynnyng, all 5 The dissait of the Grekis, and the fall Of ȝour pepill, and of Troy the rewyne; Thi wandring be the way thou schaw ws syne; For now the sevynt symmyr hyddir careis the, Wilsum, and errant, throu euery land and see. 10

Cap. XII.

_Eneas first excusys hym, and syne Addressis to rehers Troys rewyne._

Thai cessit all atanys incontinent, With mouthis clos, and vissage takand tent. Prince Eneas, from the hie bed, with that, Into hys sege ryall quhar he sat, Begouth and sayd: Thi desyre, Lady, is 15 Renewing of ontellabill sorow, I wys; To schaw how Grekis dyd spulȝe and distroy The gret ryches and lamentabill realm of Troy: And huge mysery quhilk I thar beheld, Quharof my self a gret part bayr and feld: 20 Quhat Myrmydon or Gregion Dolopes, Or knycht wageour to cruel Vlixes, Sik materis to rehers or ȝit to heir, Mycht thame conteyn fra weping mony a teir? And now the hevin ourquhelmys the donk nycht, Quhen the declynyng of the sternys brycht To sleip and rest perswadis our appetite: 5 Bot sen thou hast sic plesour and delyte To knaw our chancis, and fal of Troy in weyr, And schortly the last end tharof wald heir, Albeit my spreit abhorris, and doith grys, Tharon forto remember, and oft sys 10 Murnand eschewis tharfra with gret dyseys, Ȝit than I sal begyn ȝow forto pleys.

The Proloug Of The Secund Buke.

Dyrk beyn my muse with dolorus armony. Melpomene, on the wald clerkis call Fortill compyle this dedly Tragedy, Twiching of Troy the subuersioun and fall; Bot sen I follow the Poete principall, 5 Quhat nedis purches fenȝeit termys new? God grant me grace hym dyngly to ensew!

The drery fait with terys lamentabill Of Troys sege wydequhar our all is song; Bot followand Virgil, gif my wit war abill, 10 Ane othir wys now sall that bell be rong Than euer was tofor hard in our tong. Saturn, thou auld fader of malancoly, Thyne is the cuyr my wofull pen to gy.

Harkis, Ladeis, ȝour bewte was the caws; 15 Harkis, Knychtis, the wod fury of Mart; Wys men, attendis mony sorofull claws; And, ȝe dyssavouris, reid heir ȝour proper art; And fynaly, to specify euery part, Heir verifeit is that proverbe teching so, 20 All erdly glaidnes fynysith with wo.

The Secund Buke Of Eneados.

Cap. I.

_Quhou the Grekis withdrew thame of the raid, And of the mekill subtile hors thai maid._

The Grekis chiftanys, irkit of the weir Bypast or than sa mony langsum ȝeir, And oft rebutyt by fatale destany, Ane huge hors, lyke ane gret hil, in hy Craftely thai wrocht in wirschip of Pallas; 5 Of sawyn beche the ribbis forgyt was; Fenȝeand ane oblacioune, as it had be For prosper returnyng hame in thair cuntre: The voce this wys throu owt the cite woyk. Of choys men syne, walit by cut, thai tuke 10 A gret numbyr, and hyd in bylgis dern Within that best, in mony huge cavern; Schortly, the belly was stuffit euery deill Ful of knychtis armyt in plait of steill. Thair standis into the sycht of Troy ane ile, 15 Weil knawin by name, hecht Tenedos vmquhile, Myghty of gudis quhil Priamus ryng sa stude; Now is it bot a fyrth in the sey flude, A raid onsikkyr for schip or ballyngare. In desert costis of this iland thar The Grekis thame ful secretly withdrew; 5 We wenyng thame hame passit and adew, And, with gude wynd, of Myce the realm had socht. Quharfor al thai of Troy, blyth as thai mocht, Thair langsum duyl and murnyng dyd away, Kest vp the portis and yschit furth to play, 10 The Grekis tentis desyrus forto se, And voyd placis quhar thai war wont tobe, The cost and strandis left desert al cleyn. Heir stude the army of Dolopeis, sum wald meyn, Cruel Achil heir stentit his pailȝeon; 15 Quhar stude the navy, lo the place ȝonder down; Heir the ostis war wont to joyn in feild. And sum, wondring, the scaithfull gyft beheld Suldbe offerit to the onweddit Pallas, Thai mervellit fast the hors samekil was: 20 Bot Tymetes exortis first of all It forto leid and draw within the wall, And forto set it in the cheif palyce; Quhidder for dissait, I not, or for malyce, Or destany of Troy wald sa suldbe. 25 Bot Capis than, with are othir menȝe Quhilk bettir avys thar myndis set apon, Bad cast or drown into the sey onone That suspek presand of the Grekis dissait, Or kyndill tharvndir flambe of fyris hait, 30 Or forto rype that holkit huge belly, And the hyd hyrnys to sers and weil espy. Quhat nedis mair? the onstabill common voce Diuidit was in mony seir purpos. Quhen thidder come befor thame al onone, 5 Followand a gret rowt, the prest Laocon From the cheif tempil rynnand in ful gret hy; On far, O wrachit pepil, gan he cry, Quhou gret wodnes is this at ȝe now meyn, Ȝour ennymyis away salit gif ȝe weyn, 10 Or gif ȝe traist ony Grekis gyftis be Withowt dissait, falshed and subtelte! Knaw ȝe na bettir the quent Vlixes slycht? Owder in this tre ar Grekis closit ful rycht, Or this engyne is byggit to our skaith, 15 To wach our wallis and our byggynys bath, Or to confound and ourquhelm our cite; Thar lurkis sum falshed tharin, trastis me; Lippyn nocht, Troianys, I pray ȝou, in this hors; Quhow euer it be, I dreid the Grekis fors, 20 And thame that sendis this gyft always I feir. Thus sayand, with al his strenth a gret speir At the syde of that bysnyng best threw he, And in jonyngis of the thrawyn wame of tre Festynnyt the lance, that trymlyng gan to schaik; 25 The braid belly schudderit, and with the straik The boys cavys sowndit and maid a dyn. And had nocht beyn that owder his wit was thyn, Or than the fatis of goddis war contrary, He had assayt, but ony langar tary, 30 Hyd Grekis covert with irne to haue rent owt; Than suld thou, Troy, haue standyn ȝit, but dowt, And the prowd palyce of Kyng Priamus Suld haue remanyt ȝit ful gloryus.

Cap. II.

_The takyng of the tresonabill Synon, And of hys fenȝeit wordis mony one._

Lo, the ilk tyme, harland onto the kyng 5 Troiane hyrdis with gret clamour dyd bryng A ȝong man, baith his handis behynd his bak Hard bundyn, that wilfully forto be tak Rendrit hym self, onknawyn the caws quhy, Forto perform his deid mair secretly; 10 By stowt curage reddy to athir of tway, Owder to bryng hys slycht to gude assay, Or faillyng tharof, dowtles reddy to de Les than to Grekis he oppynnyt the cite. On ather part hym to behald atanys 15 Fast flokkis about a multitude ȝong Troianys, Byssy to knak and pul the presoneir. Now the dissait of Grekis may ȝe heir, And all thar falshed lern by this a slycht. For, alsso fast in myddis of al our sycht 20 As that drery onarmyt wyght was stad, And with eyn blent about, semyng ful rad, Behaldand Troiane rowtis on athir hand, Alace, quod he, wald God some erd, or sand, Or sum salt sey dyd swelly me alyve! Quhat other thing now restis to me catyve, Quhamto sal nevir amang Grekis agane 5 A place be fundyn suythly to remane? And maratour, Troianys, offendyt eik, To sched my blude by paynful deth dois seik. With this regrait our hartis sterit to piete, All molestatioune cessit and lattyn be, 10 We hym exort rehers, and tobe bald, Of quhat lynnage he was, and quhat he wald, And to ramembir, gude hope of ferm supple Happynnys oft to presoneris in captiuite. He, at the last, this fenȝeit dreid dyd away, 15 And on this wys onone begouth to say; Forsuyth, Schir kyng, I sal, quhat euer betyde, Grant to the all the verite, and nocht hyde, Nor, be na ways, me lyst nocht to deny That of the Grekis menȝe ane am I. 20 Thys principaly I wald thou vndyrstude; Thocht frawart fortoun miserabill and bayr of gude Has maid Synon, sche sal nocht mak hym als, Quhat euer he says, nowder lear nor fals. Gyf euer onto ȝour eris come the name, 25 The hie wirschip, and the renownyt fame Of Palamedes, from Belus blude discend, Quham Grekis by fals traysoun, as weil is kend, Throw corrupt witnes stanyt to ded, but les, For he the weir forbad and procurit pes; 30 Now murn thai for his dede; and with hym heir In falloschip, my puyr fader in weir Send me of ȝouth, as to hym neir of blude. Quhil in prosperite of the realm he stude, And Grekis ryng by counsale was rewlit wysly, 5 Sum name of wyrschip and autorite bair I: Bot efter that by envy and haitrent Of the fals flechand Vlixes sa quent, I iape not, for that I say weyll I knaw; Fra he was slane, allace, and brocht of daw, 10 Dolorus my lyfe I led in sturt and pane, Hevyly weyand my innocent frende thus slane. Ses couth I nocht, bot in my franacy, Gyf euer I happit my tyme forto espy, And victour haue returnyt onto Arge, 15 I hecht to be revengit: with wordis large Thus I prouokit scharp feid and malyce baith. To me this was fyrst apperans of skaith. From thens fordwart, Vlixes mair and mayr With new crymys begouth affray me sair, 20 And dangerus rumour amang the commonys hedis Skalit and sew of me in diuers stedis, And, knawyng hym self gylty, by hys consait Grathit hys wapynys of slycht and fals dissait; Nor cessit he neuer his purpos to persew 25 Quhil the solysting of Calcas I mycht rew: Bot quharto tell I or rehersis this, That be na ways displesis ȝou, I wys? Quhy tary I my deth? and ȝe lyst, stryke; Gyf that ȝe favour all the Grekis elyke, 30 This is enewch at ȝe haue hard of me: Now haist my pane, sen algatis I mon de. Vlixes, quhilk is kyng of Ithacy, Wald it war swa, and with gret price wald by My deth Agamemnon als, and Menalay. 5 Than hastit we, and brynt to heir hym say, Desyrus all the maner forto heir, Mysknawyng the gret iniquiteis seir And sle craftis of Grekis in euery deid. He quakand than, as it had bene for dreid, 10 Begouth forto tell furth the remanent, Sayand on this wys, with ful dissemlyt entent: The Grekis oft in purpos war and will To fle from Troy and leif it standand still, And, wery of thar lang weir, pas away; 15 Wald God swa thai had done syne mony a day! The seys rage and storm thame stoppit oft, And from thar passage the north wynd onsoft Held thame abak, in angwys and in feir; And principaly now, sen this hors was heir 20 Of hattyr gestis beldit vp, but dowt, The stormy clowdis our al the ayr gan rowt. We, dowtyng heiron, send the preste Erypilus Answer to seik at the tempill of Phebus, And from the secret oratory, suyth to sayn, 25 Thir soroful tythyngis he ws brocht agane: With blude and by the slauchtir of a maid, Grekis, ȝe mesyt the wyndis first, he said, Quhen that ȝe come of Troy to the cuntre; Ȝour haym passage by blude mon fundyn be, 30 And haue ȝour askyn by deth of a Gregyoun. Quhen to the commonys eris ran the sown Of thir wordis, with myndis affrayit, atanys The cauld dreid ran in throu thar banys, For feir quhamto was schape this destanye, 5 Or quho it was Apollo desyrit to die. Vlixes than, amang thame, with gret dyn, Calcas the gret dyvynour has brocht in, And bissely at hym inquiris he, By respons of the goddis, quha suld de. 10 Than mony ane demyt to me, ful rycht, The cruel wraik of that dissaitful slycht, And quyetly persavit how it wald wend. This Calcas held his tong ten days to end, Kepand secret and cloys al his entent, 15 Refusyng with his word ony to schent, Or to pronunce the deth of ony wyght: Skars at the last, throu gret clamour and slyght Of Vlixes constrenyt, but mair abaid, As was devisit, the laith word furth braid, 20 And me adiudgit to send to the altare. Tharto alhail the Grekis assentit are, And sufferit glaidly so the mater pas; Quhar as tofor eueryane tobasyt was For hym selwyn, tho blyth was page and knycht 25 The chance returnyt on a catyfe wyght. Cummyn was the duylful day that doith me grys, Quhen that of me suld be maid sacryfyce, With salt meldir, as weil the gyis is kend, Abowt my heide a garland or a bend. 30 I grant that from the deth my self I fred, The bandis I brast, and fast away syne fled Ontil a muddy marras, quhar, the dyrk nycht, Amang the rysp and redis out of sycht Full law I lurkit, quhil vp salys drew thai, 5 Gif thai perchance be ȝit passit away. Now restis thar na hope; allace, fell me! My natyve cuntre sal I neuer se, Nor deir childryng, nor fader weil belovit, Quham, as I traist, the Grekis, all ammovit 10 For myne eschaping, turment sal with pane; Thai, saykles wyghtis, sal for my gilt be slane. Quharfor, Schir king, be the hie goddis abufe, And thar mychtis that trewth best knawis and lufe, And by the faith onfylit, and leil lawte, 15 Gyf it with mortale folkis may fundyn be, Haue rewth and piete on sa feil harmys smart, And tak compassioune in thi gentill hart; Apon my wrechit sawle haue sum mercy That gyltles sufferis sik dyseys wrangwisly. 20

Cap. III.

_Ȝyt of the traytowris fals controvyt slycht, That was belevit, allace! with euery wyght._

Pardon and lyfe to thir terys geif we, Quod Priamus, and mercy grantis fre. And, first of all, the mannykillis and hard bandis Chargit he lows of this ilk manis handis; With frendly wordis syne thus onto hym said, Quhat evir thou art, beis mery and glaid, Forȝet the Grekis that lost ar and away, 5 From thens fordwart thou salbe owris, perfay. Bot schaw trewly this a thing I inquer, Onto quhat fyne this huge hors was heir, Of sa gret statur beldit vp on hie: Quha wrocht the wark? quhat may it signyfie? 10 Quhat is it? ane offerand of sum halynes? Or sum engyne of batale? as I ges, Said Priamus. Bot than the tother wight, Ful weil instrukit of Grekis art and slycht, Lowsit and laitly fred of al his bandis, 15 Onto the starnys hevit vp his handis: O ȝhe, quod he, euerlestand lampis brycht, And ȝour dyvyne power and ȝour gret mycht, That aucht not beyn forsworn, I testefy; And ȝou altaris, and cruel swordis, quham I 20 Am eschapit, and al ȝou goddis wys Quhais garlandis bair I as ȝour sacryfys, Leiffull is now to brek, but mair abaid, The sworn promys that I to Grekis maid; Leiffull is eik tha pepill fortil hait, 25 And schaw furth planely al at euer I wait, Thar hyd slycht als to rype furth to the grund: To na cuntre nor lawis am I bund. Sa mot thou, Troy, quham I sal salue fra skayth, Kepe me thy promys and thi lawte baith, 30 As I sal schaw the verite ilke deill, And for my lyfe sal rendir ȝou a gret weill. The Grekis trast and comfort, mony ȝheris, From the begynnyng of thir mortale weris, On Pallas help stude haill this towne to get: 5 Bot efter that Thedeus, wareit get, With Vlixes, fyndar of wykkytnes, The fatale rellyk of Palladium, I ges, Furth of hir tempill, and the hallowit hald, To reif away forsabilly war so bald, 10 And sla the wachis of the cheif castell, The haly ymage, grysly forto tell, Pollute and fylit, and with thar bludy handis Hir vyrgyne valis and blissit godly garlandis Presumyt twich; sen syne has euermair 15 Bakwart of Grekis the hope went and weilfair; Thar mychtis and thar strenthis feblit fast: So frawart thame hir mynd this god hes kast That with na dowtsum takynnys, ma than twa, Hir greif furth schew this ilke Trytonia. 20 Skarsly the statw was in thar tempill vpset, Quhen all hir membris bittir terys swet; Hir eyn glowit as ony gleid for ire, Quharfra thar flaw mony sparkis of fyre; A teyrful thing, and wonderfull to tell; 25 Thrys schynyng down on the grond scho fell, Hyr targe trymlyng, and schakyng fast hir speir. Onone, al most ȝe wend to sey infeir, Cryis Calcas, nor Grekis instrument Of Troy the wallis sal neuer hurt ne rent, 30 Les than agane the land of Arge be socht, With alkyn portage quhilk was hydder brocht In barge or bilgeit ballyngare our see: The goddes mon be mesit als, quod he. And now, set thai, with this ilke wynd, haue socht 5 Thar land of Grece or Myce, this is thar thocht, To graith thar armour and wapynnys by and by, And, with supple of goddis in cumpany, In haist forto return agane our see; Or ȝe beyn war, apon ȝou will thai be. 10 Thus al per ordour declaris thame Calcas, At quhais monicioun als vp biggit was This bustuus form, in lyknes of a hors, For Palladium, and to appeis the fors Of the goddes, and into recompens 15 Of thar wrachit and dolorus offens. And mairatour, of sa huge quantite Calcas commandis beld this statw of tre, Thus large and gret, weil neir the hevyn on hycht, So at the portis it ne entyr myght, 20 Nor ȝit be brocht within ȝour wallys wyde, Nor ȝour pepill favour, help, nor gyde Eftir the auld relligioun and vsage. For gif ȝour handis had violet, in ȝour rage, This haly presand of the god Mynerve, 25 Gret wraik suld follow that al suld ȝe sterve, Priamus ryng distroyit, and al ȝour pelf; Quhilk destany goddis turn rather in hym self! Bot gif this ilk statw, standis heir wrocht, War with ȝour handis into the cite brocht, 30 Than schew he that the pepil of Asya, But ony obstakill, in fell batale suld ga, Bet down the townys of Arge that regioun, And the sam fait happyn our successioune. By sik wylis and slychtis, mony one, 5 Of fals controvit and maynsworn Synone, The mater is belevit with all it heris; And takyn ar, by dissait and fenȝeit teris, Tha pepil quham the son of Thedeus, Nor fers Achilles, clepit Larysseus, 10 Nor Grece ten ȝheris in batale mycht ourcum, Nor ȝit the thousand schippis al and sum.

Cap. IV.

_Quhou stranglit was the prest hecht Laocon, And how the hors clam our the wallis of stone._

Betyd, the ilke tyde, a fer grettar woundir, And mair dreidful to catyvis be sik hunder, Quhilk of Troianys trublit mony onwarnyt breste. 15 As Laocon, that was Neptunus prest, And chosyn by kavill onto that ilk office, A fair gret bull offerit in sacrifyce Solemnytly befor the haly alteir, Throw the styl sey, from Tenedos, infeir, 20 Lo! twa gret lowpit edderis, with mony thraw, Fast throu the flude towart the land gan draw. My spreit abhorris this mater to declare; Abufe the watir thar hals stude euermare, With bludy crestis owtwith the wallis hie; The remanent swam al ways vnder see, With grysly bodeis lynkit mony fald; 5 The salt fame stowris from the fard thai hald: Onto the grund thai glaid with glowand eyn Stuffit full of vennom, fyre, and fellon teyn, Wyth tongis quhislyng in thar mowthis red Thai lyk the twynkland stangis in thar hed. 10 We fled away al bludeles for affeir; Bot, wyth a braid, to Laocon infeir Thai start atanys; and hys twa sonnys ȝyng First athir serpent lappit lyke a ryng, And, with thar cruell byt and stangis fell, 15 Of tendir membris tuke mony sary morcell; Syne thai the prest invadit, baith twane, Quhilk with hys wapynnys dyd hys byssy pane His childryng forto helpyn and reskew. Bot thai about hym lowpit in wympillis threw, 20 And twys cyrkyllit his myddil rownd about, And twys faldis thar sprutlit skynnys, but dowt, About hys hals; bath nek and hede thai schent: As he etlys thar hankis to haue rent Of with his handis, and thame away haue draw, 25 Hys hed bendis and garlandis all war blaw Ful of vennom and rank poyson atanys, Quhilk infekkis the flesch, blude, and banys. And tharwith eik sa horribilly schowtis he, His cryis dynnyt to the sternys on hie; 30 Lyke as a bull doith rummysing and rayr, Quhen he eschapis hurt from the altair, And charris by the ax with his nek wight, Gif on his forhed the dynt hyttis nocht rycht. Syne thir twa serpentis hastely glaid away; 5 Onto the cheif tempil fled ar thai, Of stern Pallas to the hallowit place, And crap in vnder the feit of the goddes, Hyd thame behynd the boys of hir bukleir. Than trymlit thar mony stowt hart for feir, 10 The onkowth dreid into thar brestis crap: All said, Laocon justly, sik was his hap, Has deir ybocht his wikkit and schrewit deid, For he the haly hors or stalwart steid With violent strake presumyt forto deir, 15 And tharintil to fessyn his cursit speir. Onto the hallowit sted bryng in, thai cry, The gret fygur, and lat ws sacryfy The haly goddes, and magnyfy hyr mycht With orysonys and offerandis day and nycht. 20 Quhat wil ȝe mair? the barmkyn down we rent, And wallis of our cite we maid patent; Onto that wark al sped thame bissely; Turnand quhelis thai set in, by and by, Vndir the feit of this ilke bysnyng jaip; 25 Abowt the nek knyt mony bassyn raip: This fatale monstre clam our the wallis then, Gret wamyt, and stuffit ful of armyt men; And tharabout ran childer and madis ȝyng, Syngand karrellis and dansand in a ryng; 30 Ful weil war thame, and glaid was euery wight, That with thar hand anys twich the cordis mycht. Furth drawyn haldis this suttell hors of tre, And mannysand slydis throu the myd cite. O natyve cuntre, and rial realm of Troy! 5 O goddis hows Ilion ful of joy! O worthy Troiane wallis chevalrus! Four tymys stoppyt that monstre peralus, Evin at the entre of the portis wyde, And four sys the armour, that ilk tyde, 10 Clynkit and rang amyd the large belly; Bot netheles, intil our blynd fury, Forȝetting this, instantly we wirk, And forto drug and draw wald neuer irk, Quhil that myschancy monstre, quently bet, 15 Amyd the hallowit tempill vp was set. Cassandra than the fatis to cum tald plane, Bot, by command of Phebus, al was in vane; For thocht scho spayit the suthe, and maid na bowrd, Quhat euer scho said Troianys trowit nocht a word. 20 The tempillis of goddis and sanctuaryis all, We fey pepill, allace! quhat say I sall? Quhamtill this was the duylfull lattir day, With festuale flowris and bewys, as in May, Dyd weil anorn, and fest and ryot maid 25 Throu owt the town, and for myscheif was glaid.

Cap. V.

_Grekis entrys by trayson in the cite, And how Hector apperis till Ene_.

Wyth this, the hevyn sa quhyrlit about his speir Out of the sey the dym nycht gan appeir, With hir dyrk weid bath erth and firmament Involwyng, by hir secret schaddowis quent Covering Gregion and Myrmydonys slyght; 5 Within the wallis to bed went euere wyght: Still warin all, and soft vapour of sleip Apon thar wery lymmys fast doith creip. Be than the army of mony a Gregioun, Stuffit in schippis, come fra Tenedon, 10 Stil, vnder frendly sylens of the moyn, To the kend costis speding thame ful soyn; And quhen the takynnyng, or the bail of fyre, Rays from the kyngis schip, vp byrnand schyre, Of the goddis be frawart destany 15 Synon preservit couth this syng aspy; The fyrryn closeris oppynnys, but noys or dyn, And Grekis, hyd the horssis cost within, Patent war maid to fight and to the ayr. Joyfull and blyth, from that boys statw thar, 20 Discending thai downlat by cordis atanys Thersander and Sthenelus, twa capitanys, The dowr Vlixes als, and Athamas, Pelyus nevo Pyrrus, and kyng Thoas, The first Machaon, and Menelaus, And the engyne forgyar hait Epeus; The cite thai invaid, and fast infest, With wyne and sleip yberyit and at rest. Slane ar the wachis liggyng on the wall; 5 Opnyt the portis, leyt in thar feris all, Togidder jonyt euery cumpany: Throu the cite sone rays the noys and scry. Thys was that tyme quhen the fyrst quyete Of naturale sleip, to quham na gyft mair swete, 10 Stelis on fordoverit mortale creaturis, And in thar swewynnys metis quent figuris. Lo! in my sleip, I se stand me befor, As to my syght, maist lamentabil Hector, Wyth large flude of teris, and al besprent, 15 As he, vmquhile, eftyr the cart was rent, With barknyt blude and powder: O God, quhat skath! Boldynnyt ful gret war feit and lymmys baith, By bandis of the cordis quhilk thame drewch. Ha! walloway! quhat harm and wo eneuch! 20 Quhat ane was he! how far changit from joy Of that Hector, quhilum returnyt to Troy, Cled with the spulȝe of hym Achillys, Or quhen the Troiane fyry blesis, I wys, On Grekis schippis, thyk fald he slang that day 25 Quhen that he slew the Duke Prothesylay! Hys fax and berd was fadyt quhar he stude, And all hys hayr was glotnyt ful of blude; Full mony woundis on his body bayr he, Quhilk, in defens of hys natyve cuntre, 30 About the wallys of Troy ressavyt he had. Me thocht, I first, wepyng and na thing glaid, Rycht reuerently begouth to clepe this man, And with sik dolorus wordis thus began: O thou, of Troy the lemand lamp of lycht! 5 O Troiane hope, maist ferm defens in fyght! Quhat has the tareit? quhy maid thou this delay, Hector, quham we desyrit mony a day? From quhat cuntre this wys cummyn art thou? That, eftir feil slauchter of thi frendis now, 10 And of thi folkis and cite efter huge payn, Quhen we beyn irkit, we se the heir agayn! Quhat hard myschance fylyt so thi plesand face? Or quhy se I tha feil woundis, allace! Onto thir wordis he nane answer maid, 15 Nor to my voyd demandis na thyng said, Bot with ane hevy murmour, as it war draw Furth of the boddum of his breste weil law, Allace! allace! thou goddes son, quod he, Salf thi self from this fyre, and fast thou fle; 20 Our ennemys has thir worthy wallys tane; Troy from the top down fallys, and all is gane. Enewch has lestit of Priamus the ryng, The fatis wil na mair it induryng. Gif Pargama, the Troiane wallys wyght, 25 Mycht langar haue beyn fendit into fyght, With this rycht hand thai suld haue be defendit; Adew! fair weil! for euer it is endit. In thi keping committis Troy, but les, Hir kyndly goddis clepit Penates; 30 Tak thir in falloschip of thi fatis all, And large wallis for thame seik thou sall, Quhilk at the last thi self sall beld vp hie, Eftir lang wandryng and errour our the see. Thus said Hectour, and schew furth in his handis 5 The dreidfull valis, wymplis, and garlandis Of Vesta, goddes of the erth and fyre, Quhilk in hir tempil eternaly byrnys schyre.

Cap. VI.

_Quhou Eneas the trayson did persave, And quhat debait he maid the town to save._

In seyr placis throu the cite, wyth this, The murmur rays, ay mair and mair, I wys, 10 And clerar wolx the rumour and the dyne: So that, suppos Anchysis my faderis In With treys abowt stude secrete by the way, So bustuus grew the noys and furyus fray, And ratlyng of thar armour on the streit, 15 Affrayit, I glystnyt of sleip, and start on feit; Syne to the hows hed ascendis onone, With eris prest stude thar als stil as stone. A sownd or swowch I hard thar at the last, Lyke quhen the fyre, be fellon wyndis blast, 20 Is drevyn amyd the flat of cornys rank; Or quhen the burn on spait hurlys down the bank, Owder throu a watir brek, or spait of flude, Ryvand vp rede erd, as it war wod, Down dyngand cornys, all the pleuch laubour atanys, And dryvis on swyftly stokkis, treis and stanys: The sylly hyrd, seand this grysly syght, 5 Set on a pynnakill of sum cragis hycht, Al abasit, nocht knawand quhat this may meyn, Wondris of the sovnd and ferly at he has seyn. Rychtso I than, by cleyr takynnys enew, Manifestly al the Grekis falshed knew; 10 Thair hyd dissait wolx patent than to ws. The nobil lugyng of worthy Deyphobus Was fal to grond, the fyre vpspred onone; The nixt hows byrnys of Vcalegon: The large seys and costis Sygean, 15 Throu lycht of flambis and brycht fyris, schane. Vpsprang the cry of men and trumpys blist: As out of mynd, myne armour on I thryst, Thocht be na rayson: persave I mycht, but fail, Quhat than the fors of armys couth avail; 20 Ȝit, hand for hand, to thryng out throw the pres With my feris, and rynnyng or we ces To the castel, our hartis brynt for desyre; The fury cachit our myndis hait as fyre, So that we thocht maist semly in a feld 25 To de feghtand, enarmyt vnder scheld. Bot lo! Panthus, slippit the Grekis speris, Panthus Othriades son, that, mony ȝheris, Was of the strenth, and Phebus tempill preste, Into his armys, lappit to his breist, 30 The haly rellykkis of the sanctuary, And eik our venquist goddis, by and by With hym beryng, and, in his hand alsso, Harlyng hym efter his litil nevo, Cummys lyke a wodman til our ȝet rynnyng. 5 How now, Panthus, quhat tythingis do ȝe bryng? In quhat estait is sanctuary and haly geir? To quhilk other fortres sall we speir? Skars said I this, quhen, gowlyng petuusly, With thir wordis he answerd me in hy: 10 The lattir day is cummyn of Dardanus end, The fatale tyme quham na walyng may mend; We war Troianys; vmquhile was Ilion; The schynand glory of Phrygianys now is gone: Fers Jupiter to Grece all has translait; 15 Our al the cite, kyndillit in flambis hait, The Grekis now ar lordis but ony fors. Within the wallis, ȝone mekil standand hors Ȝettis furth armyt men; and now Synon Is victour haill, kyndilland eueron 20 The new fyris glaidly, as it war sport. At athir ȝet beyn ruschit in sik a sort, Sa mony thousandis come neuer from Myce nor Arge; Sum cumpanyis, with speris, lance and targe, Walkis wachand in rewis and narow stretis; 25 Arrayit batalis, with drawyn swerdis at gletis, Standis reddy forto styk, gor and sla: Skarsly the wachis of the portis twa Begouth defens and melle as thai mycht, Quhen blyndlyngis in the batail fey tha fyght. 30 Throu thir wordis of Panthus, and goddis heste, Amyd the flambis and armour in I preste; Ruschand thidder quhar sorofull Erynnys, The noys and brute me drew, and quhar, I wys, The clamour hard I rys vp to the ayr. 5 And of our fallowis to me come twa pair: Repheus fyrst, be the lycht of the moyn, Valiant in armys Ephitus followit soyn; Hypanys syne, and eik Dymas in hy, Fast to our syde adionyt by and by; 10 Mygdoneus son alsso, Chorebus ȝyng, Quhilk in tha days, for fey luf hait byrnyng Of Cassandra, to Troy was cummyn that ȝeir, To help Priam and Troianys in the weir; Onhappy he was, wald not beleif fermly 15 Hys sayd spowsis command and prophecy! Quhen I thame saw this wys adionyt to me, And wilful forto stryke in the melle, Thus I begouth thame forthirmar to steir: O ȝe maist forsy ȝong men that beyn heir, 20 Wyth brestis strang, and sa bald curage hie, Invayn ȝe pres to succur this cite Quhilk byrnys al in fyre and flambys rede; The goddis al ar fled out of this stede, Throu quhais mycht stude our empyre mony day: 25 Now all thar templis and altaris waist leif thai. Bot gif ȝour desyre be sa fermly prest To follow me dar tak the vtyrmest, Quhat fortune is betyd, al thingis ȝe se; Thar is na mair; lat ws togidder de, 30 And in amyd our ennemyis army schute. To venquist folkis is a comfort and bute Nane hope of help to beleif, or reskew. Swa, with thir wordis, the ȝong menis curage grew, That in the dyrk lyke ravenus wolffis, on rawis, 5 Quham the blynd fury of thar empty mawis Dryvis furth of thar den to seik thar pray, Thar litil quhelpis left with dry throtis quhil day; So, throw the wapynnys and our fays went we, Apon the ded ondowtit, and wald nocht fle. 10 Amyd the cite we held the master streit, The dyrk nycht hyd ws with cloys schaddowis meit.

Cap. VII.

_The woful end, per ordour, heir, allace! Followys of Troy, and gestis of Eneas._

Quha sal the harmys of that woful nycht Expreme? or quha with tong to tell hes mycht Sa feil ded corsis as thar lyis slane? 15 Or, thocht in cace thai weip quhil teris rayn, Equaly may bewail tha sorowis all? The ancyant, worthy cite down is fall, That mony ȝeris held hie senȝeory: Stekit in stretis heir and thar thai ly, 20 Feil corsis ded of mony onweldy wyght, Dung down in howsis, fey thai fal all nycht. In sanctuarys and templis of goddis eik; Na quhar mercy nor succur mycht thai seik. And not only of Troianys, throu owt the town, The blude is sched, thus marthyrit and slane down, Bot sum tyme eik to thame, ourcummyn and schent, 5 Agane returnys in brestis hardyment, So that sum Grekis victoris war smyte ded. Cruel womenting occupyit euery steid; Our alquhar dreid, our alquhar wo and cayr, And of the deth feil gastly schaddowis thair. 10 Bot first enconteris ws Androgeus, With a gret cumpany of the Gregyus, Onwarly wenyng his fallowis we hadbe; In haymly wordis to ws thus carpis he: Haist ȝou, matis, quhat slewth tareit ȝou thus lait? 15 Our other feris rubbis, tursyng away, fut hait, The spreith of Troy, quhilk now is brynt to gledis, And ȝe, fyrst from ȝour schippis now ȝou spedis. Thus said he, quhen that, suddanly and onone, He felt hym self happynnyt amyd his foyn, 20 For we hym gave answer not traist enewch. Estonyt with the word, abak he drewch: As quha onwar tred on a rowch serpent Lyggyng in the bus, and for feir bakwart sprent, Seand hir, reddy to stang and to infek, 25 Set vp hir vennamus ȝallo boldyn nek; On the sammyn wys, Androgeus, of our syght Gretly effrayt, fled in al his mycht. On thame we schot, and in thar myd rowt duschit, Hewit, hakkit, smate down, and al to fruschit 30 Tha fey Gregionys, on ilk syde heir and thair, With dreid ourset, and wist not quhar thai war. The first lawbour thus lukkit weil with ws. Joyus in hart of this chance Chorebus, O ȝe feris, hald furth this way, quod he, 5 Quhar forton first has schawyn ws sik supple; Hald thidder quhar our manhed has ws taucht; Now lat ws change scheildis, sen we beyn sawcht, Grekis ensenȝeis do we cowntyrfeit; Quhidder by slycht, or strenth of armys gret, 10 A man ourcum his ennemy, quha rakkis? Thai sal ws rendir thir harnes of thar bakkis. And sayand thus, Androgeus cristit helm He hynt in hy, and our his hed gan quhelm; His schynand scheild with his bawgy tuk he, 15 And hang a Gregioun swerd down by his the. Syklyke dyd Rypheus, my self eik, and Dymas, And all the other ȝong men at thar was; Ful glaidly in that recent spulȝe warm Belyfe ilk man dyd thame self enarm. 20 Amang the Grekis mydlit than went we, Not with our awyn takyn nor deite; Mony debatis and onsettis haue we done, And, throu the silens of the nycht, ondone Feil of the Grekis, and send to hell adown. 25 Ane other menȝe fled fast out of town To thar schippis, and tha traist costis nyce; Sum part alsso, for schaymfull cowartyce, Clam vp agane in the gret horssis maw, And hyd thame in that belly weilbeknaw. 30 Allace! onleifull is ony man to weyn, Contrar the plesour of goddis, ocht may sustene. Lo! Priamus dochtir, the virgyne Cassandra, Was, from the tempill and sete of Mynerva, Drawyn forsabilly bairhed, with hayr down schake, 5 Reuthfully invane behaldand hevyn, alake! With glotnyt eyn; for baith hir tendir handis War strenȝeit sayr, ybondyn hard with bandis. This dolorus syght Chorebus mycht nocht se, Bot ruschit with furyus mynd in the melle, 10 Reddy to de, and we all followit fast, Amang glavys and armour in we thrast. Heir war we fyrst to fruschit and hard byset, With dartis and with stanys all to bet By owr awyn feris from the templis hycht; 15 A miserabil slauchtir thar begouth that nycht. The portratour of armys was mysknaw, All war bot Grekis tymbrellis at thai saw. Als quhat for walyng of irus wordis fell Agane reskewit said by the damycell, 20 Grekis flokkis togidder heir and thar, And ombesettis cruelly and sayr; The fellon Aiax, and athir Atrides, And al the rowtis clepit Dolopes. Lyke as, sum tyme, the fers wyndis ȝe se, 25 Ȝepherus, Nothus, and Eurus, all thre Contrarius blaw thar bustuus bubbys with byr, The woddis rerdis, bath ayk, elm, and fyr Ourturnys to grond, and Nereus the fomy From the sey grond wod wraith is cachit in hy: 30 On siklyke wys the Grekis ws invadit. For than thai alls that fled war and evadit, Throu the dyrk nycht, quhen sum thar feris slew we. And thame had chasit throw owt all the cite, Thai war the first come now to do ws deir; 5 Our fenȝeit scheildis, wapynys, and other geir Ful weil thai knew, and, by our vocis eik, Thai notyfy that nane of ws was Greik. By multitude and nowmyr apon ws set All ȝeid to wraik, thar war we hail doune bet; 10 And first of all, down smyte is Chorebus By the rycht hand of Greik Peneleus, Befor the altare of armipotent Pallas: Rypheus down fell, ane the maist just man was, Amang Troianys best kepand equite; 15 Bot other ways the goddis thocht suldbe: Hypanys eik, and Dymas than alssua War by thar fallowis throw gyrd bath twa: Nor ȝit the, Panthus, quhen that thou fell down, Thy gret pety, and godly religioun, 20 Nor habyt of Apollo hyd from skayth. O ȝe cald assys of Troy, and flawmys baith, And extreme end of cuntre folkis, heir I Drawis ȝow to witnes, and doys testify, Quhen that ȝe fell to grund thus and war slane, 25 I nowder sparit wapynnys, strenth, nor pane, Nor nane onset eschewit of Grekis mycht; And gif fatis wald I had fallyn in fyght, Thar with my handis wrocht I worth my ded. Bot with the pres we war relit of that sted: 30 Only with me Hyphitus and Pelyas; For age Hyphitus waik and febill was, And Pelyas slawly mycht onethis go, By Vlixes for he was woundit so.

Cap. VIII.

_Quhou to the Kyngis palyce sped Ene, That syne was take, thar helpit na suple._

Onone onto the palyce of Priamus 5 The schowtis and the cryis callys ws. Thar was ane hydwys batale forto seyn, As thar nane other bargane ayr had beyn, Lyke as nane slane war throu all the cite, Sa wod ondantit melle thar we se: 10 The Grekis ruschand to the thak on hyght, So thik thai thrang about the portis all nycht, That lyke a wall thai ombeset the ȝettis; Vp to the syd wallys mony leddyr sett is, Quharon thai preys fast our the rufe to speill, 15 Coverit with scheildis agane the dartis feill Thar left hand heich abuf thar hed gan hald, And oft with rycht handis grypp the battalyng wald. Troianys agane, schaping defens to mak, Rent turettis doune, and of hows hedis the thak; 20 Quhen all wes lost thai se, at lattyr end, With sik wapynnys thai schupe thame to defend; The gilt sperris, and gestis gold begane Down on thame slyng thai, and mony costly stane, The prowd and ryall werkis of faderis ald. And other sum, law down within that hald, With drawyn swerdis stude reddy to kepe the ȝet; 5 In a thik rowt tharat was mony set. Our spretis war restoryt, and curage grew The kyngis palyce to succur, and reskew The men tharin with all help and supple, To strenthing thame war venquyst neyr, we se. 10 A small wykket thar was, or entre dern, A litil ȝet clepit a postern, On the bak half Priamus palyce almaist, Amang byggynnys stude desolate and waist; Quharat was wont alane Andromocha 15 To entir oft to Priam and Hecuba, And Astyanax, hir ȝong son, with hir bring Onto his grandsyre Priamus the kyng. Tharat I enterit, and to the wallys hyght Vpwent, quhar wrachit Troianys, as thai mycht, 20 Threw down dartis, thocht all was bot in waist. We start ontil a hie turate in haist, The top vpstrekand to the starnys hie, Quharon we wont war al Troy forto se, The Grekis schippis, and thar tentis eik. 25 With instrumentis of irne we pyke, and seik Round al about quhar the jonyngis war worn, Reddy to fall, and corbalys al to torn; We holk and mynd the corneris for the nanys, Quhil down belive we tumbil it al atanys; 30 A fellon rusch it maid, and sownd with all, And large on breid our Grekis rowtis dyd fall; Bot sone ane other sort start in thar stedis: Nowder stanys, nor quarellis with scharp hedis, Nor na kynd of wapynnys war sparit than. 5 And first of al, befor the porch inran Hard to the entre, in schynyng plait and mail, Pyrrus, with wapynnys fersly to assaill: Lyke to the edder, with schrewit herbis fed, Cummyn furth to lycht, and on the grond lyis spred, 10 Quham wynter lang hyd vnder the cald erd; Now slippit hir slowch with schynand skyn new brerd, Hir slydry body in hankis rownd al run, Heich vp hir nek strekand forgane the son, With forkit tong intyll hir mouth quytterand. 15 To the assalt with Pyrrus come at hand Periphas, and Automedon his squyer Was wont to govarn Achilles cart in weir, And al the sensabill men of Scyrrya Bownys our the wallis and howsis hedis alswa, 20 And fyre blesis abuf the rufe garris fle. Bot first of al, ane stalwart ax hynt he, The stern Pyrrus, to hew and brek the ȝet, And furth of har the stapillis has he bet, And bandis all of bras yforgyt weill: 25 Be that in twa the master bar ilk deill Is al tofruschit; syne the hard burdis he hakkis, And throu the ȝet are large wyndo makkis, By the quhilk slop the place within apperis, The wyde hallys wolx patent al infeiris 30 Of Priamus and ancyant kyngis of Troy; Secret throwgangis ar schawyn wont to be quoy; Armyt men se thai stand at the first port. Bot than throw owt the inner palyce, at schort, With duylful scryke and walyng al is confoundit; 5 The holl howsis ȝowlit and resowndit For womentyng of ladeis and wemen; The clamour vpstrak to the starnys then. The woful moderis ran frayit on athir syde Ful lamentabill throw out the chawmeris wyde, 10 Brasand the postis in armys, and durris cald, And feil sys with mowthis kys thame wald. Instantly Pyrrus assailȝeis with al his mycht, By naturale strenth of his fader the wight, That nowder closeris, nor barryt ȝettis stowt, 15 Nor ȝit the keparis may hald thame langar owt. Oft wyth the ram the port is schaik and duschit, Down bet ȝet chekis, and bandis al tofruschit; The way is maid by fors, and entre brokkyn; Grekis insprent, the formaste haue thai stokyn 20 And slane with swordis; the large hald heir and thar Was fyllit full of Grekis our alquhar. Not sa fersly the fomy ryver or flude Brekkis our the bankis, on spait quhen it is wode, And, with hys brusch and fard of watir brown, 25 The dykis and the schoris bettis doun, Ourspredand croftis and flattis with his spait, Our al the feildis that thai may row a bayt, Quhil howsys and the flokkis flyttis away, The corn grangis, and standand stakkis of hay. 30 I saw my self thair Neoptolemus Mak fellon slauchtir, wod and furyus, And athir brodir of Atrides alswa: Eldmodir to ane hundreth thar saw I Hecuba, And Priamus, at the altar quhar he stude, 5 All our bysprent and sperklyt ful of blude Of sacryfice, quhamto he bet the fyre. Fyfty chawmeris held that rial syre, Quhar warryn his gude dochteris, ladeis ȝyng, Syk fayr beleif is lost of his ofspryng! 10 The prowd gestis and durris gilt with gold Of barbary wark, and hungyn mony fold With riches and spulȝe of seyr nationys, Sa far as from the fyre onbet adoune is, The Grekis occupyis haly; al is tharis; 15 Quhat so thame lyst tospil is nane that sparis.

Cap. IX.

_Into this nixt cheptour ȝe may attend Of Priam Kyng of Troy the fatale end._

Peraventur, of Priamus wald ȝe speir Quhou tyd the chance, hys fait gif ȝe lyst heir Quhen he the cite saw takyn and downbet, And of his palyce brokyn euery ȝet, 20 Amyd the secret closettis eik hys fays, The auld grayth, al for nocht, to hym tays Hys hawbryk quhilk was lang furth of vsage, Set on his schulderis trymlyng than for age; A sword, but help, about hym beltis he, And ran towart hys fays, reddy to de. Amyd the clos, vnder the hevyn al bayr, 5 Stude thar that tyme a mekil fair altare, Neyr quham thar grew a rycht ald lawrer tre, Bowand towart the altare a litill wie, That with his schaddow the goddis did ourheld. Hecuba thydder, with hir childer, for beild 10 Ran al invane, and about the altare swarmys, Brasand the godlyke ymage in thar armys, As for the storm dowis flokkis togidder ilkane: Bot quhen scho saw how Priamus has tane His armour, so as thocht he hald beyn ȝyng; 15 Quhat fulych thocht, my wrachit spows and kyng, Movis the now syk wapynnys forto weld? Quhidder hastis thou? quod sche; of na sik beld Haue we now mystir, nor syk deffendouris as the, The tyme is nocht ganand tharto we se. 20 In cace Hector war present heir, my son, He mycht nocht succour Troy, for it is won: Quharfor, I pray the, syt doune and cum hydder, And lat this altare salue ws al togidder, Or than atanys al heir lat ws de. 25 Thus said scho, and, with sik sembland as mycht be, Hym towart hir has brocht, but ony threte, And set the auld doune on the haly sete. Bot lo! Polytes, ane of Priamus sonnys, Quhilk from the slauchter of Pyrrus away run is, 30 Throw wapynnys fleyng and his ennemys all, By lang throwgangis and mony voyd hall; Woundit he was, and come to seik reskew; Ardently Pyrrus gan him fast persew, With grondyn lance at hand so neir furthstrekit, 5 Almaist the hed hym twichit and arekit. Quhil at the last, quhen he is cummyn, I weyn, Befor his faderis and his moderis eyn, Smate hym down ded in thar sycht, quhar he stude, The gaist he ȝald with habundans of blude. 10 Priamus than, thocht he was halfdeill ded, Mycht nocht conteyn his ire nor wordis of fed, Bot cryis furth: For that cruell offens, And owtragyus fuyl hardy violens, Gif thar be piete in the hevin abone 15 Quhilk takis heid to this at thou has done, The goddis mot condyngly the forȝeld, Eftir thi desert rendring sik gaynȝeld, Causit me behald myne awyn child slane, allace! And with hys blude fylit the faderis face. 20 Bot he, quhamby thou fenys thi self byget, Achil, was not to Priam sa hard set; For he, of rycht and faith eschamyt eik, Quhen that I come hym lawly to beseik, The ded body of Hector rendrit me, 25 And me convoyit hame to my cite. Thus sayand, the ald waykly, but fors or dynt, A dart dyd cast, quhilk, with a pyk, gan stynt On his harnes, and in the scheild dyd hyng, But ony harm or other dammagyng. 30 Quod Pyrrus, sen always thou saist swa, To Pellyus son, my fader, thou most ga: Beir hym this message, ramembir weil thou tell Him al my warkis and dedis sa cruell; Schaw Neoptolemus is degenerit cleyn. 5 Now salt thou de: and with that word, in teyn, The ald trymlyng toward the altare he drew, That in the hait blude of his son, sched new, Fundrit; and Pyrrus grippis hym by the hayr With his left hand, and with the tother al bayr 10 Drew furth his schynand swerd, quhilk in his syde Festynnyt, and onto the hyltis dyd he hyde. Of Priamus thus was the finale fait; Fortone heir endit his gloryus estait, Seand Ilion al byrn in fyris brown, 15 And Troys wallis fall and tumlyt down; That ryal Prince, vmquhile, our Asya, Apon sa feil pepil and realmys alswa Ryngnyt in welth, now by the cost lyis ded, Bot as a stok, and of hakkit his hed; 20 A corps, but lyfe, renown, or other fame, Onknawyn of ony wight quhat was his name.

Cap. X.

_Quhou Venus gan to Eneas appeir, And of his fader and other materis seyr._

Fyrst than the grysly dreid about me start; Astonyst I wolx, for sone prent in myne hart The ymage of my deir fader, quhen I The kyng his evyneild beheld sa cruelly By deidly wound ȝaldand vp the spreit. On dessolat Crevse, my spows sa sweit, I thocht alsso, and dangeris of my place; 5 Of litill Ascaneus sayr I dred the cace. About I blent to behald, heir and thar, Quha of our feris remanyt with me thar. Al war thai fled full wery, left me alane; Sum to the erd loppin from hie towris of stane; 10 Sum in the fyre thar irkit bodeis leit fall; Thar was na ma bot I left of thame all: Quhen in the tempil of Vesta the goddas, Lurkand ful law, intil a secrete place, Tyndarus douchter, queyn Helene I espy; 15 The fyrys schane sa brycht, as I went by, All thing was patent quhar so euer I went. Scho, dreding les the Troianys wald hir schent, And kast sum way for hir distructioun, Becaus all Troy, for hir, was thus bet doun, 20 Sayr punytioun of Grekis dred scho, als Hir husbandis wroth, quham scho left and was fals, And eik the common fatale fury of Troy, Hir self scho hyd tharfor, and held ful koy, Besyde the altare sytting onethis seyn. 25 My spreit for ire brynt in propir teyn, And, al in greif, thocht cruel vengeans take, Of my cuntre for this myschews wrake, With byttir panys to wreke our harmys smart; Thocht I, sal scho pas to the realm of Spart 30 Hailskarth, and se Mycene hir natyve land, And with triumphe follow hir fyrst husband? Or, lyke a queyn, sal