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

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

Fra this was sayd, from his hie set he start: And first the sloknyt fyris hes he gart, The rakyt harthis and ingill ȝister nycht, 15 On Hercules altar beyt and kyndill bryght, And glaidly went to wirschip and to call Sobir Penates, goddis domesticall; And walyt twynteris, eftir the auld gys, He slew and brytnyt onto sacryfys; 20 With hym Evander eik, and all hys feris Of Troiane menȝe, lusty fresch ȝonkeris. Syne doun in haist he went onto hys schippys, Hys folkis he visseyt and his falloschippys: Of quhais nowmyr hes he walyt owt Ane certane, the mast lykly, bald, and stowt, Quhilk suld hym follow into euery place; 5 The remanent tuk byssely thar rays Down by the watyr, on the followand flude Discendand slawly, to beir message gude Sone eftir this ontill Ascanyus ȝyng, Twychand hys fader and of euery thing. 10 The horssys syne war gevin and furth brocht To the Troianys that onto Tuscane socht; And till Eneas led onon thai gaue A gentill steyd excedand all the laif, On quham at all partis was ourspred and fold 15 A dun lyonys skyn with nalys of gold. Than throu the litil cite all on raw The fame onon dywlgat swyftly flaw, Quhow that the horsmen spedis thame bedene To go onto the land and cost Tyrrene. 20 The wyssys and avowys than, for feir, By woman and the matronys dowblet wer; Mor grew the dreid the narrar drew dangar, Now Martis ymage semys walxin mair. The fader than Evander, as thai depart, 25 By the rycht hand thame gryppyt with fair hart, Hys son enbrasyng, and full tenderly Apon hym hyngis, wepand ontellabilly; And thus he sayd: O sen omnipotent Hie Jupiter my ȝyng ȝheris by went 30 Wald me restor! in sic strenthis and eild, So as I was quhen first in batal feild The armys of the ostis down I dang Of Preneste vndir the wallis strang, And victor of myne ennemys, as prowd syre, 5 Hail hepys of thar scheildis brynt in fyre: Quhar, with this sammyn rycht hand quellyt and slane, Vndre the hellys grond Tartareane Kyng Herylus was sent to dwell for ay; Quhamtill hys moder Feronya the gay, 10 Into the tyme of hys natiuite, Grisly to say, had gevyn sawlys thre, And that he suld beir armour thrys in fyght, And thrys behwyt to the ded be dicht; Fra quham that tyme this rycht hand, not the les, 15 Tha sawlys all bereft, and thar expres Of alsmony enarmouris spulȝeit clene. Gyf so war now with me as than hes bene, Ne suld I nevir depart, myne awyn child deir, From thyne maste sweit embrasyng, for na weir; 20 Nor our nychtbour Meȝentyus in hys fed Suld na wys, mokkand at this hasard hed, By swerd haue killyt so feill corps as slane is, Nor thys burgh, of sa mony citesanys Left desolat and denudyt, quod he. 25 Bot O ȝe Goddis abuf, and Jove mast hie, The governour of hevynly wyghtis all, On ȝou I cry, on ȝou I clepe and call; Begyn to haue compaciens and piete Of ȝour awin wofull kyng of Arcadye; 30 Oppyn and inclyne ȝour dyvyne godly erys, To heir and ressaue the faderis meik prayeris. Gyf it be so ȝour godhed and gret myghtis Be presciens provyd hes, and forsychtis, Pallas my son in salfty hail and feir, 5 Gyf the fatis preservys hym of danger, Sa onys in my lyfe I may hym se, Agane togidder assemblyt I and he; I ȝow beseik my febill lyfe to respyte, That I mycht lyf, and endur ȝyt a lyte 10 All pane and laubour that ȝou list me send. Bot, O faynt fortoun, gyf thou doys pretend And mannancis ony myschewos cace, Now, now furthwith, into this sammyn place Suffir me swelt, and end this cruel lyfe, 15 Quhil dowtsum is ȝyt all sic sturt and stryfe, Quhil hope oncertane is of thing tocum, And quhil I thus, my deir child, all and sum My lustis plesance, and my last weilfair, The in myne armys enbrasis but dispar; 20 So that, eftir, na sorowfull messynger With smert ennoy hurt nevir myne agit eyr. The fader Evander with full sory hart, At lattir poynt quhen thai war to depart, Thir wordis spak, syne fel in swoun rycht thar: 25 Hys men hym hynt and to hys chalmyr bar. Be this, the rowt of horsmen strang in fyght War ischit at the portis euery wight: Amangis the formast the duke Eneas, And eik the trast Achates, furth can pas, 30 Syne other nobillis of the Troianys stowt; The ȝyng Pallas rydyng amyd the rowt, So farrand and so lusty personage, Cled in a mantill in hys tender age, Quhilk dyd ourheld hys burnyst armour brycht: 5 On hym to luke was a mor gudly syght Than on the day stern, quhilk at morn ayrly Baithit in the occeane rysys in the sky, Quhois fyry bemys Venus in speciall Chosys abuf all starnys gret and small, 10 Heich in the hevin liftyng hys vissage schene, To chays away the myrknes with hys eyn. The wofull moderis, quakand for cald dreid, Stude on the wall behaldand quhar thai ȝeid, And dyd convoy or follow with thar sight 15 The dusty sop, quharso the rak went rycht, Govand apon thar bryght armour at schane, So fer as that thar luke mycht thame attane. The cumpany al sammyn held array Throw scroggy bussys furth the narrest way, 20 Enarmyt rydyng thyddir as thai wald: The brute and dyn from thame vpsprang thik fald, The horny hovyt hors with four feyt Stampand and trottand on the dusty streyt.

CAP. X.

_Quhou that Venus ontill Eneas brocht The godly armour be Wlcanus wrocht._

Thar growys a gret schaw, neir the chil ryver Quhilk that flowys with hys frosty stremys cleir Down by the cite of Agillyna, That other wys is clepyt Cereta, Quhilk is in wirschip haldyn and in dreid 5 By faderis ald, the large boundis onbreid, As sanctuar; and with deip clewchis wyde Thys schaw is closyt apon euery syde: Ane thyk ayk wod of skowgy fyrris stowt Belappys all the said cuthill abowt. 10 The fame is that the Grekis ancyane, Quhilk clepyt bene to surname Pelasgane, That quhilum lang tyme in the formast eildis The Latyn boundis occupeyt and feildis, To Syluanus fyrst dedicat this schaw, 15 The God of bestis and of feildis faw, And constitut to hym solempnyt fest. Duke Tharcon, and the Tuscanys maste and lest, Not fer from thens, intyll a strenthy place Thar palȝeonys all had plantyt apon cace, 20 That from the top of the hillys hyght The army all thai mycht se at a syght, With tentis stentit strekand to the plane. Thyddyr held Eneas, the souerane Troiane, And all the bernys of hys ryall rowt Chosyn for the batell, lusty, stern, and stowt. And, wery of thar travale, thocht thai best Thar self and horssis to refresch and rest. Bot than Venus, the fresch Goddes, bedene 5 Amang the hevynly skyis brycht and schene, Berand with hir the dyvyne armour cleir, To mak tharof a presand, can draw neir: And as on far hir son scho dyd behald, Secret allone by the chill ryver cald, 10 Amyd ane holl cleuch, or a dern valle, Of hir fre will tyll hym apperis sche, And with sic wordis to hym spak, sayng: Lo, my reward heir, and my promysyng Fulfillyt justly by my husbandis wark; 15 So that, my son, now art thou sovyr and stark, That the not nedis to haue ony feir Fortill resist the prowd Latynys in weir, Nor ȝit the strang Turnus to assaill, Hym to provok, or challance for batale. 20 Thus said the scheyn Citherea fair of face, And, with that word, can hyr deyr child enbrace; And thar the schynand armour forgane his sycht Vndre a bowand aik layd dovn full rycht. Seand sic gyftis of this trast Goddes, 25 This gentill knycht reiosyt wolx, I ges, Glaid that so gret honour ressauyt he, That scarsly kowth he satisfyit be Forto behald thir armour bryght and schene; On euery peys to vissy kest hys eyn, 30 Tharon wondrand; betwix hys handis two And byg armys thame turnys to and fro: The grysly crystit helm he can behald, On feirfull wys spowtand the fyre thik fald; The fatale swerd, dedly to mony ane; 5 The styf hawbryk of steill yburnyst schane, Of huge weght and bludy sangwyne hew, That sic a glans or variant cullour schew, As quhen the byrnand sonnys bemys brycht The watry clowd persand with hys lyght, 10 Schynand on far, forgane the skyis how Schapys the figour of the quent rayn bowe: The lyght legharnes on that other syde, Witht gold and burnyst laton puryfyde, Grathit and polyst weill he dyd aspy; 15 The speir, and eik the scheild so subtelly Forgyt that it was ane ontellabill thyng. For Vlcanus, of fyre the lord and kyng, Knawand full weill the art of prophecy, And syndry thingis tocum eik by and by, 20 The valȝeand dedis of Italyanys, The gret triumphys als of the Romanys, And of Ascanyus stok all nobil knyghtis, Thar batalys all per ordour, weir, and fyghtis, Had tharin porturat properly and grave. 25 Amang al otheris, in Martis gresy cave The sukkyn wolf furthstrekand breste and vdyr: Abowt hir pappys, but feir, as thar moder, The twa twynnys, smal men childer ȝyng, Sportand ful tayt gan to wrabill and hyng; 30 And scho hir lang rovnd nek bane bowand raith To geif thame sowke, and can thame culȝe baith, Semyng scho suld thar bodeis by and by Lyk with hir tong, and clenge full tenderly. Not fer from thens Rome cite eikyt he; 5 Quhar, by ane new inuentioun wonder sle, Sittand into ane holl valle or slak, Within the lystis for the triumphe mak, War Sabyne virgynys revyst by Romanys, As that thai war assemblyt for the nanys 10 The gret gammys Circenses forto se, Quhilk justyng or than turnament cleip we. With hasty sterage thar most thou behald The werys rasyt aganys Romanys bald By agyt Tatyus and fell Curetanys: 15 Syne the ilk princis, and the said Romanys, The weris sessyt sammyn all infeir, Enarmyt stad befor Jovys alter, With cowpys full in hand for sacryfys; Thar mycht thou se thame, eftir the ald gys, 20 The swyne stekit brytnyt sone and slane, Conferm thar trewys and mak paix agane.

CAP. XI.

_Quhou that Wlcanus thar, amang the laif, Storys tocum dyd in the armour graif._

Fra thyne not far the chariot thou mycht knaw, Metus Suffytius in seir pecis draw; Albeit thou thocht this cruelte, kyng Albane, Quhy wald thou not at thy promys remane? Quhy list thou not thy faith obserue and saw? Thys faithles wyghtis entralys war outdraw, By command of Tullus Hostilyus, 5 And throu the woddis harlyt, euery bus, Quhil that the tharmys and the bowellys rent Scroggis and breris all with blude bysprent. Thar mycht thou se Tarquynus in exile Furth cast of Rome, and syne, within schort quhile, 10 By kyng Porsenna into batale plane Commandit fortobe ressauyt agane; With that a felloun sege al Rome about Dyd ombeset, and closyt with hys rowt: The Romanys than discendit from Enee 15 Rusch onto wapynnys for thar liberte. Thou mycht behaldin eik this ilk Porsen Lyke as he had dyspite, and bostand men; For that the hardy Cocles, darf and bald, Durst brek the bryg that he purposit to hald, 20 And eik the virgyn Clelya, quhar scho stude, Hyr bandis brast, and swam our Tibir flude. Manlyus the knycht abufe into the scheild, In the defens for Jovys tempil beild, Kepand the strenth and castell Tarpeia, 25 And haldand the heich Capitoll alssua, Stud porturat, neir the chymmys calendar, Quhais ruffis laitly ful rouch thekit war With stra or gloy by Romulus the wight. Thar was alsso engravyt all at ryght 30 The siluyr ganer, flyghterand with lowd scry, Warnand all reddy the gilt entre by, Quhou the Franchmen dyd the ȝet assaill: Thar mycht thou se the Franch army alhaill Haist throu the bussys to the capitoll, 5 Sum vndermyndand the grond with a hoill, So that almaist thai wan the forteres; Gret help thame maid the clos nychtis myrknes; Thar haris schane as doith the brycht gold wyre, And all of gold wrocht was thar rich attyre, 10 Thar purpour robbys bygareit schynand brycht, And in thar hand withhaldand euery knycht Twa javillyng speris, or than gyssarn stavis, Forgit in the montanys al sik maner glavys, Thar bodeis all with lang tergis ourheild. 15 Syne ȝonder mar was schapin in the feld The dansand prestis, clepit Salii, Hoppand and syngand wonder merely, And Panos prestis, nakit Lupercanys; The toppyt hattis quhar the woll threid remanys, 20 And bowyt buklaris falland from the sky. Thar mycht besene, forgyt maste craftely, The chaist matronys throw the cite all In soft charis thar gemmys festual Ledand, and playand with myrthis and solace. 25 A far way thens ful weill engravit was The vgly hellis set Tartareane, The deip dungioun quhar Pluto dois remane, And of the wikkyt pepill all the pyne: Thar was thou markyt, cursyt Catylyne, 30 Hyngand out our ane schorand hewch or bra, And trymland for the feirfull dreid and wa, To se the furyus grysly sisteris facis, That with thar scurgis wikkit pepil chacis: The rychtwis folkis, at levit deuotly, 5 Fra thame war partit in a place far by, And the wys man Censorius Cato Gevand thar just rewardis till all tho. Myd way betwix the other storeis seir, The swelland seys fygour of gold cleir 10 Went flowand, bot the lippyrrand wallys quhyte War pulderit full of fomy froith mylk quhite: The delphyn fysches, wrocht of siluer schene, In cirkill swepand fast throu fludis grene, Sewchand swyftly salt stremys; quhar thai far, Vpstrake thar talys the stour heir and thar.

CAP. XII.

_Eneas mervellys of the storeys seir Wrocht be Wlcanus in hys armour cleir._

Amyd the seys mycht be persauyt weill The weirly schippis with thar snowtis of steill, The Actiane batalys, semyng as quha dyd se The mont Lewcata, standand by the seye, 20 For ostis arrayt glowand as the gleyd; Of glitterand gold schane all the flude on breid. On that a party, thar myght thou behald Cesar August Octauyan the bald, Movand to batale the Italyanys; With hym senatouris and worthy pepill Romanys, And Goddis domestik, quhilk Penates hait, 5 With all the gret Goddis of mair estait: Heich in the forstam stand he mycht be sene, From hys blyth browys brent and athir eyn The fyre twynklyng, and hys faderis star Schew from hys helmys top schynand on far. 10 The byg and stowt Agrippa, hys frend deir, Hys navy led at hand weil by neir, As he that in hys help and succurs fyndis The prosper favouris baith of goddis and wyndis: Quhais forhed schane of ane prowd syng of weris, 15 A crown with stammys sic as schippis beris. Marcus Antonyus cummys thame aganys With hail suppovel of barbaryanys, As nobill victour and cheif conquerour, Careand with hym of Orient the flour; 20 Diuers armyis and pepillys for melle, From Pers, Egipt, and costis of the Red See, The power all assemblit in hys flote, Ane huge rowt and multitude, God wote, The ȝondermast pepill, clepit Bactranys, 25 Quhilk neir the eist part of the warld remanys. Hym followys to the feild, ane schame to say, Hys spous Egiptiane, queyn Cleopatra. Thai semyt sammyn ruschand all togidder, Quhill all the sey vpstowris with a quhidder; 30 Ourweltit with the bensell of the ayris, Fast fra forstammys the flude swowchis and raris, As thai togiddir matchyt on the depe. Thou suld haue wenyt, quha tharto tuke kepe, The gret ilandys, Ciclades, hail vprent, 5 Apon the sey fletand quhar thai went, Or huge hie hillys, concurrand all atanys, Togiddir rusch and meyt with other montanys; On athir hand with sa gret fors and weght The men assalys in schip of towr to feght. 10 Thai warp at other brycht blesys of fyre, The kyndillyt lynt, and hardis byrnand schire; The castyng dartis fra hand to hand dyd fle, Slang gaddis of irne, and stane cast gret plente: Neptunus feildis, all the large flude, 15 For new slauchter wolx blandit red of blude. Amyd the ostis Cleopatra queyn The rowtis dyd assembill to feght bedene, With tympane sound, in gys of hir cuntre, Prouocand thame to move in the melle: 20 Nor ȝit beheld scho not the edderis twane Behynd hir bak, that eftir hes hir slane. The monstruus goddis figuris, of al kynd That honorit ar in Egipt or in Inde, And eik the barkand statu, Anubis, 25 Agane Neptune, agane Venus, I wys, And als agane Mynerva, porturat standis In that bargane, with wapynnys in thar handis. Amyd the feld stude Mars, that felloun syre, In plait and mail, wod brym and ful of ire: 30 The sorofull Fureys from the firmament By the Goddys to tak vengeans war sent: In went Discord, joyus of that journe, With mantill rent and schorn men mycht hir se; Quham followit Bellona of batell, 5 With hir kynd cousyng, the scharp scurgis fell. Actyus Appollo, seand in the sky Of this melle the dowtsum victory, Hys bow abufe thar hedis hes he bent, Lyke forto schote hys dartis and down sent: 10 For dreid of quham all the Egiptianys, All thai of Inde, and the Arabyanys, And thai of Sabey, turnyt bak to fle. Cleopatra the queyn thar mycht thou se Wynd sayll about, and gang befor the wynd, 15 Ay mar and mair dredand persute behynd, Sclakand schetis, and haldand rowme at large, With purpour saill abufe hir payntit barge. The mychty God of fyre hir wrocht and maid Ful pail of hew, sorowfull and not glaid, 20 In syng tocum of hir smert hasty ded, Amangis ded corpsis new of slauchter red, And, with the west wynd and the wallys haw, Frawart the flude of Nyle our stremys blaw: Quhilk Nylus ryver, murnand for thar deseys, 25 Hys large skyrt onbrede spred thame to ples, With all his habyt oppynnyt thame to call, As thocht hym list ressaue the venquyst all Within hys watry bosum, large and rude, And hyde in secret cundyte of his flude. 30 Within the wallis syne of Romys cite, Cesar, ressauyt with triumphis thre, Thou mycht behald, thar offerand on his gys Till Itale goddis immortal sacryfyce: Our all the cite, in maist singular joy, 5 The blysfull fest thai makyng man and boy, So that thre hundreth ryall tempillys dyng Of ryot, ryppet, and of revellyng, Ryngis, and of the myrthful sportis seir The stretis soundyng on solacius maner; 10 At euery sanctuary, and altar vpstent, In caralyng the lusty ladeis went; Befor the altaris eik, in cirkyll round, The brytnyt bestis strowyt all the ground. Cesar hym self, seysit in sete ryall, 15 Within the snaw quhite statly merbill wall Of God Phebus tempill, thar as he sat Visseand the pepillis gyftis, this and that, And on the prowd pillaris, in takynnyng Of hys triumphe, maid thar be vp hyng: 20 The pepill by hym venquyst mycht thou knaw, Befor hym passand per ordour, all on raw, In langsum tryne; and how feil kyndis seir Of tungis and of langage men mycht heir, Als mony diuers habyttys wor thai strange, 25 Als feil sortis of armouris dyd thai change. Vlcanus heir the beltles Numydanys, And thai folkis that in Affrik remanys, Had gravyn weill; and ȝonder porturat was The Leleganys, and the pepill Carras, 30 And Gelones, tha pepill of Sythia, In archery the quhilk ar wonder thra. The mekill flude Eufrates, fast by, With streym now semyt flow mair sobirly; The Moryn pepill eik, fast by the see, 5 Of men reput the last extremite, The forkyt flude of Reyn eik pantit was, And the ondantit Danys thar dyd pas, The flude Arax of Armeny alsso, Havand disdene a bryg our it suld go. 10 Eneas, of hys moderis gyft wondryng, Our al Vlcanus scheild samony a syng Wrocht on sic wys, nocht knawand the mater, To se the figouris of thir storeis seir Reiosyt wolx, and syne deliuerly 15 Apon hys schulder hyntis vp in hy The famus honour, and hie renownye, Or gloryus jestis of hys postheryte.

THE ÆNEID OF VIRGIL

TRANSLATED INTO SCOTTISH VERSE

BY GAWIN DOUGLAS BISHOP OF DUNKELD.

VOLUME II.

PRINTED AT EDINBURGH. M.DCCC.XXXIX.

THE PROLOUG OF THE NYNTH BUKE.

Thir lusty warkis of hie nobilyte Agilyte dyd wryte of worthy clerkis, And tharin merkis wysdome, vtilyte, Na vilyte, nor sic onthryfty sperkis: Scurilyte is bot for doggis at barkis, 5 Quha tharto harkis fallys in fragilyte.

Honeste is the way to worthynes, Vertu, doutles, the perfyte gait to blys; Thou do na mys, and eschew idilnes, Persew prowes, hald na thing at is hys; 10 Be nocht rakles to say sone ȝa, I wys, And syne of this the contrar wyrk expres.

Do tyll ilk wight as thou done to waldbe; Be nevir sle and doubill, nor ȝit our lyght; Oys not thy mycht abufe thyne awin degre, 15 Clym nevir our hie, nor ȝit to law thow lycht; Wirk na malgre, thocht thou be nevir sa wyght, Hald with the rycht, and pres the nevir to le.

Eneuch of this, ws nedis prech na mor, Bot, accordyng the purpos said tofor, 20 The ryall style, clepyt heroycall, Full of wirschip and nobilnes our all, Suldbe compilit but thewhes or voyd word, Kepand honest wys sportis quhar thai bourd, All lowus langage and lychtnes lattand be, 5 Observand bewte, sentens, and grauyte. The sayar eik suld weil consider thys, Hys mater, and quhamto it entitilit is: Eftir myne authouris wordis, we aucht tak tent That baith accord, and bene conuenient, 10 The man, the sentens, and the knychtlyke stile, Sen we mon carp of vassalage a quhile. Gyf we descryve the woddis, the treis, quod he, Suld conform to that mannis dignyte Quhamto our wark we direct and endyte. 15 Quhat helpis it? full litill it wald delyte To write of scroggis, broym, haddir, or rammale; The lawrer, cedyr, or the palm triumphale, Ar mar ganand for nobillis of estait: The muse suld with the person aggre algait. 20 Stra for to spek of gayt to gentill wight; A hund, a steid, mar langis for a knyght, Quhamto efferis hant na rebald daill; Thar suld na knyght reid bot a knychtly taill. Quhat forsis hym the bussart on the brer, 25 Set weil hym semys the falcon heroner? He comptis na mair the gled than the fewlume, Thocht weil hym lykis the goshalk glaid of plume. The cur, or mastys, he haldis at smal availl, And culȝeis spanȝellis, to chace pertryk or quaill. 30 Ne byd I not into my stile for thy To speke of trufis, nor nane harlotry; Sen that myne author with sic eloquens Hys buke illumnyt hes, and hie sentens, Sa fresch endyte, and sang poeticall, 5 That it is clepyt the wark imperiall, Endyt onto the gret Octauyane, The Emperour excellent and maste souerane: By quham, the gospell makis mensioun, The hail warld put was to discriptioun, 10 To numbir all the pepill tharin suld be, So, but rebellioun, al quhar obeyt was he. Bot, sen that Virgill standis but compar, Thocht in our leid hys sayngis to declar I haue in ryme thus far furth tane the cur, 15 Now war me laith my lang laubour mysfur: All thocht my termys be nocht polist alway, Hys sentence sall I hald, as that I may. Gyf ocht be weill, thank Virgil and nocht me; Quhar ocht is bad, gays mys, or owt of gre, 20 My lewytnes, I grant, hes all the wyte, Kouth not ensew hys ornat fresch endyte, Bot, with fuylhardy curage malapert, Schupe to enterprit, and dyd perchance pervert, Thys maist renownyt prynce of poetry: 25 Quhar I sa dyd, mea culpa, I cry. Ȝit, by my self, I fynd this proverb perfyte, The blak craw thinkis hyr awin byrdis quhite: Sa faris with me, bew schirris, wil ȝe hark, Can nocht persaue a falt in all my wark, 30 Affectioun sa far my raysson blyndis. Quhar I mysknaw myne errour, quha it fyndis For cheryte amendis it, gentil wight, Syne pardon me, sat sa far in my lycht, And I sal help to smore ȝour falt, leif broder; 5 Thus, vail que vail, ilk gude deid helpis other. And for I haue my wark addressyt and dycht, I dar sa, baith to gentil barroun and knycht, Quhais name abufe I haue done notyfy, And now of prowes and hie chevelry 10 Behuffis me to write and carp a quhile; The mair glaidly I sal enfors my stile, And for hys saik do scharp my pen all new, My maste renownyt author to ensew, That thar salbe, wyll God, litill offens, 15 Salwand owr bustuus wlgar differens. Na mar as now in preambill me list expone, The nynt buke thus begouth Eneadon.

THE NYNTH BUKE OF ENEADOS.

CAP. I.

_Juno to Turnus in message Iris sent, To sege the Troianys, Eneas tho absent._

Quhyll on this wys, as I haue said or this, Sik materis and ordinancis wirkand is In diuers placis, set full fer ytwyn, Saturnus get, Juno, that list not blyn Of hir auld malyce and iniquyte, 5 Hir madyn Iris from hevin sendys sche To the bald Turnus malapert and stowt; Quhilk for the tyme was with all his rowt Amyd ane valle wondyr lovn and law, Sittand at eys within the hallowyt schaw 10 Of god Pilumnus, hys progenitor. Thamantis douchtir knelys hym befor, I meyn Iris, this ilk fornamyt maid, And with hir rosy lippys thus hym said: Turnus, behald on cace reuoluyt the day, 15 And of hys fre will sendys the, perfay, Sik avantage and oportunyte, That set thou wald haue axit it, quod sche, Thar was nevir ane of all the goddis dyng Quhilk durst haue the promittit sic a thing. Eneas, desolat levand hys cite, 5 Hys navy eik, hys ferys, and hail menȝe, Is till Evander socht, and Palatyne, That burgh. But not eneuch; for farther syne To the extreme citeis of Tuscany In mont Corythus haldys he in hy, 10 And doys assembill the wild lauboreris, That quhilum com fra Lyd, till armys in weris. Quhat dredis thou? now tyme is to prik hors, Now tyme fortill assay ȝour cartis and fors. Haue done, mak na mar tary nor delay, 15 Set on thar strenthis sone, gif thame affray. Quod sche; and tharwith, in hys presens evin, With equale weyngis flaw vp in the hevin, Vndre the clowdis schapand, quhar scho went, A gret rane bowe of diuers hewys ment. 20 The ȝong man knew hir weill, and hastely Vp baith hys handis hevis to the sky, With sic wordis followand, as scho dyd fle: Iris, thou bewte of the hevynnys hie, Throw all the clowdis and thir skyis brovn, 25 Quha hes the send to me in erth a dovn? Quhow is becummyn on this wys, quod he, Sa brycht weddir and cleir serenyte? I se the hevynnys oppynnyt and devyde, And movand sternys in the lyftis syde. 30 So gret takynnys and reuelacions schaw I sal persew, and fallow quhat befaw; Quhat evir thou be that callys to the weris, Thy command sal I obey, as efferis. And thar withall, with wordis augurall, 5 Eftir thar spayng cerymonys diuynal, Onto the flude onon furth steppis he, And of the stremys crop a litill we The watir lyftis vp intill his handis, Full gretumly the goddys, quhar he standis, 10 Besekand till attend to hys prayer, The hevynnys chargeyng with feil awowis seir. With this the ostis all in the plane feild Held furth arrayt, schynand vnder scheld. Men mycht behald full mony riall stedis, 15 Full mony pantyt targe and weirlyke wedis: Of giltyn geir dyd glytter bank and bus. The formast batale ledis Mesapus; The hyndmast ostis had in governyng Of Tyrrhyus the sonnys or childer ȝyng: 20 Turnus thar duke rewlys the myddill ost, With glave in hand maid awful feir and bost; Thame till array raid turnand to and fro, And by the hed alhaill, quhar he dyd go, Hyear than all the rowt men mycht hym se. 25 In sik ordour furth haldis his menȝe, Lyke as sum tyme Ganges, the flude Indane, Sevyn swelland ryveris eftir spayt of rayn Ressauyt in hys large bosum in hy, In hys deip trowch now flowys esely: 30 Or as vmquhile the fertill flude, Nylus, Ourfletand all the feildis, bank and bus, Syne, eftir the gret fludis watry rage, Returnys swagit to hys auld passage.

CAP. II.

_Turnus segis the Troianys in gret ire, And all thar schippis and navy set in fyre._

Be this the Troianys in thar new cite 5 A dusty sop vprysand gan do se, Full thik of stowr vp thryngand in the ayr, And all the feildis myrknyt mair and mair. Caycus first cryis, as he war wod, Dovn from the hie garrat quhar he stude; 10 O citesanys, how gret ane ost, quod he, Is lappit in ȝone dusty stew I se! Swith hynt ȝour armour, tak ȝour wapynnys all, Bryng hydder dartis, speil vp on the wall, Our ennemys cummys at hand, but dowt. 15 Hay, hay, go to! than cry thai with a schowt, And with a huge bruyt Troianys at schort Thar wallys stuffyt, and closyt euery port. For sa Eneas, maste expert in armys, At hys departing, dredand for thir harmys, 20 Gaif thame command, gif thai assalȝeit wer, Or hys returnyng, be hard fortoun of weir, That thai ne suld in batale thame array, Nor in the plane thar ennemys assay: Bot bad thai suld alanerly withhald Thar strenth within thar fowseis, as he wald, And kepe thar wallys forsely and weill, 5 With fowcy dichis and wapynnys styfe of steill. Tharfor, all thocht baith schame and felloun ire Thar breistis had enflambyt hait as fyre. In the plane feild on thar famen to set, Ȝit neuertheles thar portis haue thai schet, 10 Fortill obey the command of Enee; On boss turrettis and on towris hie Enarmyt stude thar fays till abyde. Turnus the chiftane on the tother syde Come to the cite, or that ony wist, 15 Furth fleand swipperly, as that hym best list, Befor the ost, quhilk went bot esy pas: With hym a twenty chosyn men he has; Apon a sterand steid of Trace he sat, Of cullour dapill gray and wail fat, 20 Full hie rysand abuf his knychtly hed Hys goldin helm, with tymbrel al blude rede. Go to, ȝyng gallandis, quha that list, quod he, Thar ennemys assailȝe first with me: And, with that word, threw a dart in the air, 25 As he to geif batale all redy war, Syne in plane feild with browdyn baneris gay Bargane to byde drew hym till array. Hys feris all ressauyt the clamour hie, And followand thar chiftane, he and he, 30 The bruyt rasyt with grisly sound attanys, And gan to mervell the dolf hartit Troianys, That durst nocht, as thame semyt, in plane feild Thame self aventour, nor ȝit with sper and scheld Mach with thar famen in patent bargane, 5 Bot hald thame in thar strenthis euery ane. And all commovit, brym, and full of ire, Baith heir and thar Turnus the grevyt syre Went on horsbak, seirsand abowt the wall Every dern way and secret passagis all, 10 Gyf ony entre or tocome espy He myght, fortill assail the cite by. Lyke as we se, wachand the full scheip fald, The wild wolf ourset with schowris cald Of wynd and rane, at myddis of the nycht, 15 Abowt the bowght plet all of wandis tyght Brays and gyrnys; tharin bletand the lammys Full sovirly liggis vnder thar dammys: He brym and felloun his rage and furour Aganys the absentis, reddy to devour, 20 Rasys in ire, for the wod hungris lyst; Hys wysnyt throt, havand of blude sic thrist, Gendris of lang fast sic ane appetyte That he constrenyt is in extreme syt. Nane other wys, the feirfull fervent ire 25 In Turnus breist vpkyndillis hait as fyre, Seand thir wallys and fortressis attanys; The huge ennoy byrnys hym throu the banys, Imagynand by quhat resson or way Hys ennemys he mycht wyn till assay, 30 And on quhat wys the Troianys fra thar strenth He mycht expell, and in plane feild on lenth Mak thame to ische in patent batale place. And as he musand was heiron, per cace, The navy of thar schippys he dyd invaid, 5 That fast by jonyt to the wall was layd, With dychys and with fowseis dern abowt, In the flude watir, as neir owt of dowt: Quham fra he had espyit, but abaid At hys feris, quhilkis wilfull war and glaid, 10 Eftir the fyre and kyndillyng dyd he cry, And in hys awin handis hyntis vp in hy A blesand fyrebrand of the fyrryn tre. Than byssely Rutilyanys, he and he; So the presens of Turnus dyd thame steir, 15 That euery man the rekand schydis in feir Rent fra the fyris, and on the schippis slang: The semys crakkis, the watir byssyt and sang, The tallownyt burdis kest a pikky low, Vpblesis ourloft, hechis, wrangis, and how; 20 Quhill myxt with reik the fell sparkis of fyre Heich in the air vpglydis byrnand schire.

CAP. III.

_Quhou the fyre was expellit fra the navye, The schippis translait in nymphis or goddessis of see._

Say me, O Musys, reherses and declare, Quhilk of the Goddis sa cruel flammys sayr Held from Troianys? quha sa vehement fyre Drave from thar schippis, thus wys byrnand schire? The deid is auld forto beleif or wry, Bot the memor remanys perpetualy. The first tyme quhen the Troiane Eneas 5 By sey to tak hys vayage schup to pas, And gan do beld his schippis vp ilkane In Ida forest, that mont Phrygiane; The moder of Goddis, Berecyntia, Spak to hir son gret Jupiter, thai sa, 10 With sikkynd wordis, sayand; My child deir, Grant this ane axin quhilk I the requeir, Grant thy belovit moder bot a thing, Thou at art master of the hevynly ryng. Apon the top of Gargarus, quod sche, 15 Thar grew a fyr wod, the quhilk into dante Full mony ȝeris held I, as is knaw; Thys was my cuthill and my hallowit schaw, Quhar that the Phrygianys maid me sacrifice; Ful weill me lykyt thar to walk oft sys, 20 With pikky treis blak skuggit abowt, And abundans of hattyr gestis stowt; Quhilk glaidly I haue gevin a ȝong Troiane, Strang Eneas, discend from kyng Dardane, Fortill support the mysteris of hys navy. 25 And now the dowtsum dreid, for the ilk quhy, Full pensyve haldis me and doith constrene: Deliuer me of thys feir be sum meyn, My deir son, suffir at thy moderis request Be admittit this a time, be the leste, 30 So that tha schippis be nevir mair ourset With contrar curs, nor ȝit with storm dovn bet; Quharby thai may haue sum avale, quod sche, At thai vmquhill grew in our hillys hie. Hyr son, the quhilk rewlys at hys lykyng 5 The hevyn, the starris, and all erdly thyng, Ansuerd and said: O moder best belovyt, Quhou art thou thus agane the fatis amovyt? Or quharto axis thou to thir, quod he, With mortale handis wrocht of stokkis and tre, 10 That is to say, thir schippis so habill to faill, That lesum war thai suld be immortale? And that Enee, in dedly corps onsure, Assoverit fermly throw all dangeris fuyr? Quhat God hes to hym grantyt sik frelage? 15 Bot for thy saik, quhen fully thar vayage Thai haue compleyt, and at costis of Itale Arryvit ar, and in tha portis set sail, And thar duke Troiane careit our the see To boundis of Lawrentum, that cuntre, 20 Alsmony of thame as than hes eschaipe The wally fludis sall I turn and schaip Furth of thar mortale formys corruptabill, And sall command thame forto be mair habill From thens forthwart, as immortale, quod he, 25 In Nymphes turnyt and Goddessys of see; Lyke as Nereus douchter, Clotho gay, And Galathea, throw fomy fludis gray Scheryng with braid brestis delytabill. Quod Jupiter: and till hald ferm and stabill, 30 Be Stix the flude, Pluto hys broderis see, Hys godly aith and promys sworn hes he; Be that ilk pykky laik with brays blak, And laithly sworlys, till kepe at he spak He dyd afferm hys hecht, and in takynnyng 5 The hevynnys all maid trymmyll at hys likyng. Tharfor the day that he by promys set Is now at hand, and the ful tyme of det, By the werd sisteris schaip, is now compleit; Quhen Turnus thus in hys iniuryus heit 10 Admonyst hes hys pepill, and commandis, With dry schydis and with hait fyre brandis, The moder of Goddis by sik flambys fell Furth of hir hallowyt schippis to expell. At this tyme first apperis in thar syght 15 A new takynnyng of gret plesand lycht, And a braid schynand clowd thai dyd aspy Cum from the est, rynnand our all the sky; The rowtis eik onone thai gan behald Of Ideanys, tha wightis that in the hald 20 Ar of the moder of the Goddis clos; Dovn throu the air eik come a feirful voce, And fillit all the ostis baith atanys Of Troiane pepill and Rutilianys, Sayand; Troianys, dreid na thing, haist ȝou nocht 25 Fortill defend my schippis, albeit ȝe mocht, For that caus tak na wapynnys in ȝour handis: For rather, now as that the mater standis, Sal it be lefull Turnus fyre the see, Or that he byrn my bargis maid of tre. 30 O ȝe my schippys, now to ȝou I say, Go fre at large quhar ȝou list away, Go furth and swym as Goddessis of the see; The moder of Goddis commandis so tobe. And, wyth that word, als tyte furth from the bra 5 Ilk barge bownys, cuttyand hir cabyll in twa; Lyke delphyn fysch onon as thai tuke kepe, Thar snowtis dowkand held vnder the deip. Syne from the grond, a wonder thing to say, With als feill virgyne facis vpsprang thai, 10 And throu the fludis, quhar thame list, dyd fair, Quhou mony steill stammyt bargis that ayr Stude by the costis syde, or thai war fyryt. Rutylianys wolx affrayit with myndis myryt; Mesapus musyng can withdraw on dreich, 15 Seand hys stedis and the horssis skeich; And eik the ryver brayt with hays sovnd, Quhill Tyberinus bakwartis dyd rebound, As thocht hys curs dyd stop and step abak. Bot netheles, for all the feir thai mak, 20 The hie curage and forcy hardyment Baid onamovyt in Turnus stowt entent, So that baldly with hardy wordis on hie Thar spretis rasyt, and rycht fersly he Gan thame repreve, that tuk for nocht affray. 25 Thir monstruus takynnys at ȝe se, perfay, Sekis mischeif to the Troianys, said he; And by this way gret Jupiter, as ȝe se, Hes now byreft thar help and confidens, Quharby thai wont war to fle for defens: 30 Now nowder Rutyliane fyre nor swerdis dynt May thai withstand, for all thar fors is tynt. Sen that thai may not eschape by the see, Nor hes na maner hope away to fle, The maist half of the Troiane help is lost; 5 This land is in our power, feld and cost; So that thai sal na wys eschape our brandis, Quhou mony thousand douchty men of handis Ar heir assemblyt, all Italyanys. I compt na thing all thocht ȝon fant Troianys 10 Rakkyn thar fatis that thame hydder brocht; All syk vayn ruys I feir as thing of nocht, In cace thai prowd be of the goddis answeris, And thame avant tharof with felloun feris. It may weill suffys, and eneuch, I wys, 15 Baith to thar fatis and Venus grantit is, That evir thir Troianys in this cost fast by Hes anys twichit the boundis of Italy. My werdis eik and fatale destane Be the contrar is grantit onto me, 20 Thys cursyt pepill tobet down with my glave, For my deir spous, quham byreft me thai have: Nor this ennoy alanerly twichis nocht The twa Atrydes, that Troy to rewyne brocht; I meyn the principal chiftanys, breder twa, 25 That is to knaw, Agamemnon and Menelay; Ne ȝit allane this caus to armys steris The pepill of Myce to move batale and weris; Bot principaly this querrell myne I knaw. Gif it had bene eneuch, as that thai schaw, 30 At thai bot anys distroyit aucht tobe, It war eneuch and mycht suffys, think me, That thai haue faltit anys lang tyme befor; Quhy dowbill thai thar trespas mor and mor? All thocht that women brocht thame to foly, 5 Ȝyt hait thai not wemen aluterly. Quhat meyn thai be this myddill mantill wall? This litill stop of dykis and fowseis all? Weyn thai this be a strenth that may thame save? Thar lyfe is now in juperte, thai raif, 10 Full neir thar ded thai stand: all men may knaw Quhidder gif the wight wallys of Troy thai saw, Belt by the hand of Neptunus, that syre, Rent and bet down, and all the town in fyre. Bot O ȝe walyt knychtis of renown, 15 Quham I behald with pykkis brekand dovn Ȝon forteres, and now present with me Assalȝeand this affrayt strenth we se; Ws nedis not Wlcanus armour heir Aganys thir maste fant Troianys in our weir, 20 Nor ȝit we mystir not a thousand schippis. All thocht hail Tuscany into falloschippis With thame adione, and cum on euery syde, Lat thame nocht dreid that we, be nyghtis tyde, Sall thyftuusly Palladium steill away, 25 Nor sla thar wachis slepand; na, perfay, Dern in ane horssis belly large and wyde, Thame to dissave, we sall ws neuer hyde: For we determyt haue by fors in fyght, In plane batale, and on days lyght, 30 With fyre and swerd ȝon wallys ombeset. So dowchtely we schape to do our det, That thai sall not beleif weir vndertane Agane Grekis, nor pepill Pelasgane, Quhilkis in thar weris previt sa spreitles men 5 That Hector thame delayt ȝeris ten. Now, chosyn men, and walyt weriouris, Sen the maist part of this days howris Is gane, said he, I hald it for the best Eftir this gud journay ȝe tak ȝou rest; 10 Do eys ȝour bodeis and ȝour hors quhil day, Bot hald ȝou reddy for the batale ay. In the meyn tyme, of the nycht wach the cure We geif Mesapus, the ȝettis to discure, And forto beit brycht fyris abowt the wallys. 15 Twys sevin Rutilianys for al chance befallys Was chosyn with knychtis forto wach the town; Ilkane ane hundreth fallowys reddy bown Of ȝoung gallandis, with purpour crestis red; Thar giltyn geir maid glitteryng euery sted, 20 Quhar so thai walk, and rowmys still and soft. Thai stalk about, and wardis changis oft, And sum tyme, on the greyn herbys down set, Thai byrll the wyne, and ilk man dyd hys det Fortil ourturn goblettis of mettell bryght. 25 The schynand fyris our al the land kest lycht; And all the forenycht thir wachis sikkyn way, But sleip, dyd spend in revale, gam, and play.

CAP. IV.

_Heir Nysus carpis to his frend Eurilly, Till vndyrtak ane aventur onsilly._

The Troianys, from thar fortres quhar thai stude All thar deray beheld and vnderstude, And baith with armour and with wapynnys brycht The towr hedys thai stuffyt all that nyght; And feill tymys in hasty effeir for dreid 5 The portis vissy thai, gyf ocht war neid, And drawbriggis befor the ȝettis vprasyt, Junct to the wallys, at thai suld nocht be trasyt; And euery man stud reddy in hys geir Enarmyt weill, and in his hand a speir. 10 Mnestheus stern, and eik Serestus stowt, Ful bissy war to walk and go abowt, Tyll ordinance forto put every thing; For thame Eneas, at his departyng, Had deput rewlaris to hys ȝong son deir, 15 And master capitanys of hys ost in weir, Gyf so betyd ony aduersyte, Or aventour, befor hys returne. Ane hail legioun about the wallis large Stude wachyng, bodyn with bow, speir, and targe: 20 The danger was by cuttys sone decyde, At euery corner quha, or quha, suld byde; And euery man his curs abowt dyd sleip, Quhil that his fallow had his ward to keip. Nisus, Hirtacus son, that tyme was set, As for hys stand, to byde and kepe the ȝet, As he that was in armys bald and stowt, Ane the maist valȝeant intill all that rowt; Quham Ida hys moder, ane huntryce, 5 In falloschip send with Ene ful wys: To cast dartis nane sa expert as he, Nor forto schoyt swyft arrowys half sa sle. Euryalus, hys fallow, stude hym by, Of all Eneas ost nane mair gudly, 10 Nor ȝit mar semly cled in Troiane armys, Stowt, of hie curage, dredand for na harmys: Hys florist ȝouth ravest hys vissage ȝyng, Ȝit nevir schavyn, with pilis newly spryng. To thir twa was a will in vnyte, 15 A lust, and mynd in vniformyte: Sammyn thai ȝeid to mete, to rest, or play, And baith togidder in batale ruschit thai; Now sammyn eik thai war in statioun set, As baith in feir to kepe the common ȝet. 20 Nisus thus spekis, O brothir myne Ewrylly, Quhiddir gif the Goddis, or sum spretis sylly, Movys in our myndis this ardent thochtfull fyre, Or gif that euery mannis schrewit desyre Be as his God and Genyus in that place, 25 I wait nevir how it standis; bot this lang space My mynd movys to me, heir as I stand, Batale or sum gret thyng to tak on hand. I knaw not to quhat purpos is it drest, Bot be na way may I tak eys nor rest. 30 Behaldis thou not so surely, but affray, Ȝon Rutylianys thame haldis glaid and gay? Thar fyris now begynnys schyne full schire; Sowpyt in wyne and sleip baith man and syre At quyet lugyng ȝondyr at thar will; 5 Queym silens haldis the large feildis still. Considir this profundly, I the pray, Quhat suld I dreid, quhat thinkis thou, now say. Baith common pepill and the heris bald To bryng agane Eneas ful fane thai wald; 10 Langyng ful sair eftir hys hame cummyng, And of hys mynd to haue sure witteryng, Thai all desyre sum attentik men be send. Gyf, as I wald, thou had licens to wend, Sen weill I knaw thy famus nobill dedis, 15 In sik a cace, me think, na ma thar nedis, Vndre ȝon moyte the way fund weill I se To hald onto the wallys of Pallante. Ewrialus, smyte with hie fervent desyre Of new renown, quhilk brynt hym hait as fyre, 20 And half eschamyt of this bodword glaid, Thus til hys best belovyt fallow said: Nisus broder, in souerane actis hie, For ony caus, quhou may thou refus me With the to go in falloschip as feir? 25 Suld I the send allane in sik danger? My fader, Opheltes, the quhilk all hys days The weris hantit, nevir apon that ways Instrukkit me, nor tawcht sik cowardy. Was I not lernyt to hant chevalry 30 Amyd the Grekis brag, and Troiane weris? Haue I me born with the, at thou afferis Off my curage? the maist dowchty Enee, And of fortoun to the last extremyte, Haue I not followyt, refusand na pyne? 5 Heir is, heir is, within this corps of myne, A forcy spreit that doith this life dispys, Quhilk reputtis fair to wissyll, apon sik wys, With this honour thou thus pretendis to wyn, This mortale stait and life that we bene in. 10 Nisus answeris; forsuyth, my broder dyng, Of the, God wait, ȝit dred I nevir sic thing; For so to think in faith onlefull wer. So hail and feir mot salf me Jupiter, And bryng me sownd agane with victory, 15 As euer ȝit sic consait of the had I. To wytnes draw I that ilk God, quod he, With frendly eyn quhilk dois ws heir and se, And in my mynd first movit this consait. Bot gif that so betyde, as weill ȝe wait 20 In sic aventouris thar bene dangeris seir, Be hard fortoun or aventour of weir, Or goddys dispositioun happin it fall, My will was the to salue fra perrellis all: Thy florist ȝouth is mair worthy to leif 25 Than forto put in danger of myscheif. I wald alsso at hame sum frend haue had That gif at I war takyn and hard stad, Or fra me reft the lyfe, and sa withhald, Quhilk my body or banys ranson wald, 30 And lay in grave, eftir our Troiane gys; Or, gyf fortoun wald suffir on na wys My body mycht be brocht to beriall, Than to hys frend the seruyce funeral With obsequeis to do for corps absent, 5 And in my memor vp a tumbe to stent. Ne wald I not alsso that I suld be Caus or occasioun of sic duyll, quod he, To thy maist reuthfull mother, trast and kynd, Quhilk anerly of hir maist tendir mynd, 10 From all the other matronys of our rowt, Hes followyt the, hir luffyt child abowt, Ne for thy saik refusyt not the see, And gave na fors of Acestes cite. The tother tho hym ansuerit sone agane: 15 My frend, for nocht thou says sik wordis vane, Ingirand cacis ar of nane effek; My first entent I list not change nor brek. Haist ws, quod he. And tharwithall baith twa The nixt wach thai walknyt quhar thai lay; 20 Quhilk gat on fut, and to thar rowmys went. Eurialus, to fulfill hys entent, With Nysus furth can hald hys way onon, And to the prynce Ascanyus ar gone.

CAP. V.

_Quhou at the consal the fornamyt two Ontill Eneas purchest leif to go._

Apon the erth the othir bestis all, Thar bissy thochtis sessyng, gret and small, Ful sownd on sleip dyd cawcht thair rest be kynd, All irksum laubour forȝet owt of mynd: Bot the cheif ledaris of the Troiane rowt, 5 And flowr of fensabill ȝyng men stern and stowt, In the meyn tyme sat at wys consell For common weill and materis hie befell, Consideryng wisly quhat ado thar was, Or quha suld message beir to Eneas; 10 Amyddis thar tentis, in feild quhar thai stand, With scheildis schrowd, apon thar speris lenand. Tho Nysus and Eurialus baith twane Glaid of this cast, seand thair tyme maste gane, Besocht thai mycht be admittit to say 15 A gret mater of weght, quhais delay Myght harm gret deill, and eik be thar avys Thar erand was worth audiens and of price. Ascanyus first, seand thar hasty way, Admittit thar desire, and bad thame say. 20 Than this Nisus, Hirtacus son, thus said: Gentill Troianys, with equal myndis glaid Ressaue my wordis, for this thing, quod he, Quhilk I ȝou tell may nocht considerit be With sik as ws, nor men sa ȝong of ȝheris, Bot to ȝour wisdomys till avys esseris. The Rutilianys, ourset with sleip and wyne, Lyggis sowpit, fordoverit, drunk as swyne: To set apon thame, and await with skaith, 5 The place surely we haue espyit baith, Quhilk reddy may ful esely be get In ȝondir forkyt way, strekis fra the ȝet Down to the seys cost the nerrest went; Quhar the fyris fast falȝeis, neir owt brynt, 10 So that the blak reik dyrknys all the air. Gif that ȝe suffir wald, as I said ayr, That we mycht vse this oportunyte Quhilk fortoun has ws grant, sone suld ȝe se Eneas socht by ws at Pallantyne, 15 And hyddir brocht in schort quhile eftir syne, With ryche spulȝe, and mekill slauchter maid. We knaw the way thidder full weill, he said, And all the watyr of Tibyr vp and down; In dyrk valeys oft we saw the town, 20 As we by custum oft the huntyng hantit. Agit Alethes, that na wisdome wantit, Bot baith was rype in consale and in ȝheris, Onto thir wordis digestly maid ansueris: O kyndly Goddis of our natyve landis, 25 Vndre quhais myghtis all tyme Troy vpstandis, All thocht the weill tharof in dowt remanys, ȝit list ȝou not distroy all the Troianys, Ne thame so clene defait aluterly, Sen sa stowt myndis as we heir aspy, 30 And sa bald reddy breistis gevin haue ȝhe To thir ȝonkeris. And sayand thus, can he The rycht handis and schuldris of baith embrace, With terys tryncland our his chekis and face. O manly knychtis, quhat reward condyng 5 May ganandly be geif for syk a thyng, Forsuyth I can nocht in my mynd devys; Bot ȝour maist cheif ganȝeld and gyft to prys The gret Goddis mot rendyr ȝou, said he, And ȝour awin vertu mot be renownee: 10 The remanent onone ȝe sall ressaue, Sa that na wys ȝe sal ȝour medis crave, By the handys of reuthfull Eneas; Or, gif he sone from this lyfe happynnys pas, Ascanyus, quhilk as ȝit is bot page, 15 ȝong and fordward into hys hailsum age, Sall render ȝour desert, I tak on hand, And sik thankis, quhil that he is levand, Sal nevir be forȝet nor do away. The sammyn word onon, as he dyd say, 20 Furth of hys mowth Ascanyus hes hynt: I hecht forsuyth that deid sall nevir be tynt, For all my weil alanerly doys hyng Apon my faderis prosper hame cummyng. Nysus, said he, I ȝou pray and beseik, 25 Be our Penates, kyndly goddis meik, And be Assaracus goddis domesticall, Quham ȝe the cheif stok of our kynrent call, And be the secret closettis or entre Of the venerabill auld canus Veste, 30 Bryng hame my fader sone, I ȝou exort: All that pertenyng is to me, at schort, Baith twychand consale and commandment, Or aventouris of fortoun, in ȝour entent, In ȝour willys, I put all haill, quod he, 5 Bryng hame my fader that I may hym se; For had we hym ressauyt, I dar say, Is no thing suld ennoy ws nor effray. Twa siluer cowpys, wrocht rycht curyusly With figuris grave, and punsyt ymagery, 10 I sall ȝou geif, the quhilk my fader wan Quhen conquest was the cite Arisban; Twa charis rych, or trestis quently fold, And twa gret talentis of the fynast gold, And eik the crafty ancyant flacconys two 15 Quhilkis to me gave the Sydones Dido. And gyf, certis, as victouris ws betydis To conquys Ital, as the fatys provydis, Tharin to bruke the crown and ceptre wand, And to distribut the pray, as lord of land; 20 Beheld ȝe nocht quhatkyn a cursour wyght, Quhou prowd armour, weil gilt and burnyst brycht, That Turnus bair this ȝister nyght, quod he? The sammyn scheld, and helm with crestis thre Semyng of fyre all rede, and the ilk steid, 25 Fra this sammyn hour, Nysus, salbe thy meid; I sall thame sort fra all the remanent. And forthir eik my fader, of hys assent, Twelf chosyn matronys sall ȝou geif all fre, Tobe ȝour sclavys in captiuite, 30 With all thar childryng and thar hail ofspryng, Thar moblys, catal, rentis, and armyng; And eik that feild and pryncipal peys of land, Quhilk kyng Latinus hes now in hys hand. And O thou wirschipfull ȝong child, quhais age 5 Is to my ȝouthed in the nerrest stage, With all my hart I the ressaue evin heir, In all cacis as tendir fallow and feir. But the, na glorius act in my materis Salbe exercyt, nother in paix nor weris: 10 In euery thing, baith into word and deid, The maist trast salbe geif the for thy meid. Ewrialus maid this answer for hys syde: That day sal neuer cum, nor tyme betyde, For my defalt onworthy sall I be 15 Fortyll attene sa souerane dignyte. Lat fortoun send ws gude luk, gif scho lest, Or mysaventour, I sal do my best: Lo, this is all, na mair I may promyt. Bot, abuf all thingis, a gift grant me ȝit, 20 That I beseik the oft and monyfald: Ane moder, cummyn of Priamus blude of ald, Within this town I haue, quhilk silly wyfe, Me forto follow not comptand hir lyfe, The realm of Troy mycht not withhald, said he, 25 Nor ȝit in Sycyll Acestes fair cite. Now hir I leif onhalsyt as I ryde, Of this danger, quhat so evir betyde, All ignorant and wait no thyng, puyr wight: To wytnes draw I heir this ilk gude nyght, 30 And thy rycht hand, my lord and prynce maste hie, The wepand teris may I not suffir nor se Of my deir moder, nor that rewthfull syght. Bot I beseik thy gentyll hart of ryght Forto comfort that cayrfull creatur; 5 That desolat wight to succur schaw thi cuyr. Grant this a thyng, and suffir that of the This a gude hop I bair of town with me; And far the baldar, quhat so fortoun send, Ontill all dangeris glaidly sall I wend. 10 The Troianys all for reuth, at speke hym heris, Smyte with compassioun, brastis furth of terys, With tender hartis menand Ewrialus; Bot principaly lusty Ascanyvs: The ymage of hys faderly piete, 15 Prent in hys mynde, hym strenys swa that he Wepand answerd, and said; my brother deir, I promys all thou desiris, out of weir, For thy commancement and stowt begynnyng Is sa douchty I may the nyte na thyng. 20 Forsuyth this woman, quhat so evir scho be, Fra thyne fordwart sal moder be to me, Wantyng na mar of my moder in plane Alanerly bot Creusa, hyr name; And thus of sik a byrth na litill blys 25 Sall hyr betyde, quhou evir eftir this The chans turnys, owder to weill or wo. Be this ilk hed I swere to the also, By quhilk my fader wont was forto swere, All that I haue onto the promyst heir, 30 Gyf thou returnys in prosperyte, Failȝeand tharof, as Jove defend swa be, To thy moder and onto thy kynred Sail fully bene obseruyt, in thy sted. Thus sayd he wepand; and tharwith alssua 5 Hys gyltyn swerd he hynt his schuldris fra, Quham wonder craftely in the land of Creyt Lycaon forgyt had, and wrocht it meyt Within a burnyst scheith of evor bone; Thame baith togiddir he gaue Ewrill onone. 10 Syne Mnestheus a bustuus lyon skyn, That rowch and weirlyke tawbart na thing thyn, To Nysus gave; and the traste Alethys With hym hes helmys cosyt, and gaue hym hys.

CAP. VI.

_Furth haldis Nysus and Eurillius baith tway, And huge slauchter thai haue maid be the way._

Onon thai held enarmyt furth thar way: 15 Quham all the nobillys ȝyng and ald, persay, Convoyt to the portis, na thyng fayn, Prayand full oft Jove bryng thame weil agane. Bot principaly the fresch Ascanyus ȝyng, Abufe al otheris in hys commonyng 20 Schawand the wysdome, consait, and forsyght, Of agit man, and eik the curage wight, Gave thame feill chargis and commandmentis To beir hys fader, twychand hys ententis: Bot with the wynd tha skatterit war on raw, And all for nocht amang the clowdis flaw. Furth ischit thai, and by the fowcyis wentis, 5 In silens of the dyrk nycht, amangis the tentis And perellus pailȝeonys, to thame ennemy, Thai entrit ar, and caucht gret harm tharby: Bot netheles, or ony skaith thai hynt, The ded of mony was thar douchty dynt. 10 Apon the gyrs, ourset witht sleip and wyne, Fordoverit, fallyn down als drunk as swyne, The bodeys of Rutylianys heir and thar Thai dyd persaue; and by the cost alquhar The cartis stand with lymowris bendyt strek, 15 The men lyggyng, the hamys abowt thar nek, Or than amangis the quhelys and the thetis; All sammyn lay thar armour, wyne, and metys, Baith men and cartis myddillyt all our ane. With ane bas voce thus Nysus spak agane: 20 Ewrialus, the mater now thus standis, Forto be stowt and forcy of our handis; Thys is our passage, quhilk way we mon wend. Thy part salbe to kepe and to defend That nane onset cum on ws at the bak; 25 Spy far about, tharto gude tent thou tak. I sall befor mak voyd passage and way, And the convoy throu a large streit away. Rehersand this, onon he held hym clos, So that na noys mycht thar be hard or voce: 30 And tharwith eik with drawyn swerd in pres He can assail the pompus Rhamnetes, Quhilk lay, percace, slepand soft and sownd On prowd tapetis spred apon the grond; A kyng he was, and a spa man, suyth to sayn, 5 To Turnus kyng mast trast auguriane: Bot with hys diuinatioun nor augury The trake of deth ne cowth he not put by. Thre of hys seruandis, that fast by hym lay, Ful raklesly he kyllyt, all thocht thai 10 Amang thar speris lyggyng war infeir; And quellyt ane to Remus was squyer. The cartar syne, luggyng apon the streit, He hynt onon amang the horssis feyt, And with hys swerd hys nek, hyngand on syde, 15 In twane hes hakkyt; and the sammyn tyde Thar lordis hed, I meyn this said Rhamneyt Of smytis he, quhill all the bed wolx weyt: Lyke a ded stok the corps wantand the hed Lay bullerand, al besprent with sprayngis red, 20 And als the erth grew warm with teppet blude. Attour he stekit hes eik, quhar he stude, Twa forcy men, Lamus and Lamyrus, And als the lykly ȝong child, Serranus, That all the fornycht in ryot and in play 25 Had spendyt as he lyst, and now he lay With membris strekit, and plesand vissage brycht, Ourset with god Bachus mekill of myght: Ful happy and weill fortunat had he be, In sport and gam on the sam wys gif he 30 All the remanent of that nycht had spent, Quhil the lycht day, and tyl hym self tane tent. Lyke as the empty lyoun, lang onfed, Be nychtis tyde quhen all folk sleip in bed, Trubland the fald full of silly scheip; 5 The wod rage of hys hungir is so deip That he constrenyt is sik wys to fair: He ryvis and he harlys heir and thar The tendir bestis, that for awfull feir Of hys presens dar nowder bleyt nor steir; 10 He rummysis with bludy mowth and brays. So dyd Ewrilly, and none other ways, And na les slauchter maid he in the plane, Of ire inflambyt in his wod brane. A multitude of commonys of birth law, 15 By quhilk resson thair namys ar onknaw, He ombeset and put to confusioun: And Fadus syne, with Hesebus dang he down, And Arabys also, onwarnystly; And Rhetus eik, lay walkand hard thame by, 20 Behaldand all thar sterage and deray; Bot, of the stowt Ewrialus for affray, Behynd a wyne bote or a pype hym hyd: Quham Eurialus, as the cace betyd, Keppyt on hys swerdis poynt, that all the blaid 25 Hyd in hys cost vp to the hyltis glaid: To ded he duschis down bath styf and cald, And vp the purpour spreit of lyf he ȝald, And blude and wyne mixt he can furth schaw, At he last drank owt ȝeskis in the ded thraw. 30 And, by sik slyght full brym, thus he enforcis To mak huge slauchtir of onweldy corpcis, Etlyng wightly to the nixt stude fast by. Thar as Mesapus feris all dyd ly, And the last fyris almaste quynchit owt, 5 The hors, per ordour, tyit weill abowt, Etand thar meit he mycht behald and se: Quham schortly Nysus bad ses and lat be; For he persauyt Eurialus by his feris Had our gret lust to slauchter, and dangeris 10 Persauyt nocht quhilkis war apperand eft: Desist, quod he, this mater mon be left, For the day lycht, quhilk is to ws onfrend, Approchis neir, we may na langar lend. Gret harm is done, eneuch of blude is sched, 15 Throw owt our fays a patent way is red. And sayng thus, thai sped thame on thar way: Behynd thame, for vptakyng quhar it lay, Mony brycht armour richly dyght thai left, Cowpys and goblettis, forgyt fare, and beft 20 Of massy syluyr, lyand heir and thare, Prowd tapysry, and mekil precyus ware: Salf that Eurialus with hym tursyt away The rial trappouris, and myghty patrellys gay, Quhilkis war Rhamnetes stedis harnessyng; 25 And, for the mair remembrance in takynnyng, Ane rych tysche or belt hynt he syne, The pendentis wrocht of burnyst gold maste fyne, Quhilk gyrdill ane Cedicus, that was than Duryng his tyme ane the myghtyast man, 30 Bereft a strang Rutiliane, as thai tell, Quham he venquyst in singular batell, And send it syne to ane Remulus hes he, That duke was of the Tiburtyne cite, In syng of frendschip and ferm acquentans; 5 Thus athir absent jonyt allyans; Syne this ilk prynce, into hys legacy, That tyme apon hys ded bed dyd he ly, This gyrdill left to ȝongar Remulus, Hys tendyr nevo, that is heir slane thus. 10 Euryll, as said is, hes this jowell hynt, Abowt hys sydis it brasyng, or he stynt; Bot all for nocht, suppos the gold dyd gleit: Mesapus helm syne, for him wondir meit, With schynand tymbret and with crystis hie, 15 Apon hys hed onon buklyt hes he. Furth of the tentis with this bownyt thai, And fra thar fays held the sovyr way.

CAP. VII.

_Quhou capitane Volscens, cumand Turnus till, Recontrit Nysus and hys fallow Ewrill._

In the meyn quhile, as this other army Thus at the sege gan in the feildis ly, 20 From Lawrentum, kyng Latinus cite, War horsmen sent to Turnus, forto se Quhat he plesyt, and the kyngis entent Tyll hym to schaw, thre hundreth men furthwent With scheild on schuldir vndre capitane Volscens; And be this cummyn war to the distens Neir to thar ost, and, as the cace dyd fall, 5 Thai held fast vnder this new cite wall; Quhar as on far towart the left hand thai Turnand thar curs bakwart persauyt tway: For the brycht helm in twynkland starny nycht Mythis Eurilly with bemys schynand lycht, 10 Quhilk he, onwar, persauyt nocht, allace! And as thai scars war thus aspyit on cace, Volscens the capitane, from amyd his rowt, Said, stand fallowis; and cryis with a schowt: Quhat is the caus of ȝour cummyng, said he, 15 That rydis thus enarmyt? quhat ȝe be, And quhidder ar ȝe bown, ȝe schaw ws plane. The tother twa maid nane ansuer agane; Bot in the woddis hyis at the flicht, Assurit gretly in dirknes of the nycht. 20 The horsmen than prekis, and fast furth sprentis To weil beknawin pethis, and turnys wentis Baith heir and thar; sone ombeset haue thai The owtgatis all, thai suld nocht wyn away. The wod was large, and rowch of buskis ronk, 25 And of the blak ayk schaddowis dym and donk, Of breris ful, and thyk thorn ronnys stent; Scarsly a strait rod or dern narow went Tharin mycht fundyn be that men mycht pas, Quharthrou Eurialus gretly cummyrrit was: 30 Quhat for myrknes, thik buskis, branch, and breir, And weght also of the new spulȝeit geir, Tharto the hasty onset and affray Maid hym gang will in the onknawin way. Nysus was went, and by this chapyt cleir 5 Hys ennemys, onwar quhar was hys feir: And as he stude at that sted, eftir syne From Alba cite clepit was Albyne, Quhar, for the tyme, this forsaid Latyn kyng Hys hors at pastour held in stabillyng, 10 He blent abowt to se hys frend so deir, Bot all for nocht, thar was na man hym neir. Ewrill, quod he, allace onhappely In quhat part of this land the left haue I? Or quhar sall I the seik? O wailaway! 15 Tharwith this ilk wilsum perplexit way Bakwart he held, euery futstep agane, Throw the dern wod dissaitfull and onplane; Quhil, at the last, amang rank buskis he Errit by the way, becaus he myght nocht se. 20 The hors stampyng and the dyn he heris, The wordis and the takynnys come to hys erys Of thame quhilk at persewit hym at the bak. A lytil space eftir tent gan he tak, And hard a scry: harknand quhat that suld be, 25 Eurilly takyn in handys dyd he se; Quham the dissaitfull onbekend dern way, The myrk nycht, and the hasty dowtsum fray, Betrasyt had, that all the mekill rowt, Or he was war, hym lowkyt rownd about. 30 Full gret debait he maid, as that he mocht; Ourset he was, defens was all for nocht. Quhat mycht than silly Nysus do or say? Be quhat fors or wapynnys dar he assay Forto deliuer hys tendir cousyng deir? 5 Suld he or not aventour hym self heir, And rusch amyd hys ennemys in that sted, To procur in haist by wondis ane honest ded? Vprasys he onon hys arm bakwart, To thraw a gevillyng, or a castyng dart, 10 And, lukand vpwart towart the cleir moyn, With afald voce thus wys he maid hys boyn: O Latonya, Goddes of mekill myght, Mastres of woddis, bewte of sternys brycht, Be thou present, and send me thy supple, 15 Addres my wark, be directrix, said he: Gif euer that Hirtacus, my fader deir, Offrit for me sum gift at thy alter; Or gif that I of my huntyng and pray Ekyt thy honour ony maner way, 20 Or, at thy standart knoppit post of tre, Thy haly tempillys rufe, or bawkis hie, Gif evir I hung or fixit ony thyng, Wild bestis hed, wapynnys, or armyng; Thoil me to trubbill this gret rowt of men, 25 Do dres my dartis in this wilsum den, So that my schote and myssour may go rycht Throw the dyrk ayr and silens of the nycht. Thus sayand, with all fors of hys body The grundyn dart he leyt do glyde in hy. 30 The fleand schaft the nycht schaddoys devydis, And rycht forgane him on the tother sydis It smate Sulmonys scheild, hang on his bak, Quharin the querral al in schuldir brak; Bot with the dynt the rynde is revyn swa, 5 Hys hart pipis the scharp hed persyt in twa. Down duschis he in ded thraw all forlost, The warm blude furth bokkand of his cost, And for the cald of deth hys lungis lap, With sobbys deip blawys with mony clap. 10 Hys ferys lukis about on euery syde, To se quharfra the grundyn dart dyd glyde. Bot lo, as thai thus wondrit in effray, Thys ilk Nysus, worthin provd and gay, And baldar of this chance swa with hym gone, 15 Ane other takill assayt he onon, And with a sownd smate Tagus, but remede, Throu athir part or tymplis of his hed; In the harn pan the schaft he hes affixt, Quhil blude and brane al togidder mixt. 20 The felloun capitane, Volscens, neir wod wendis, Seand na man quham of to get amendis: He mycht do stanche his ire, and syth his thocht, For quha that threw the dartis saw he nocht. Thou, not the les, quod he, that standis by, 25 With thy hait blude for baith twa sal aby The pane for this myscheif; and, with that word, He ran apon Euryll with drawyn sword. Than Nisus, dredand for his fallow kynd, Begouth to cry, all wod and owt of mynd, 30 Nor na langar in dern hym hyde he mycht, Nor of his frend behald sa reuthfull syght: Me, me, ȝe sla; lo, I am heir, he said, That dyd the dede; turn hidder in me ȝour blaid And swerdis all, O ȝe Rutilyanys! 5 All be my slycht now ȝour feris slane is: That silly innocent creatur so ȝyng Myght, nor ȝit durst, on hand tak sic a thing: Be hevynnys he, and all the starnys, I swer, That ws behaldis with thar bemys cleir. 10 Sik wordis said he: for on sic maner, And sa strangly, his frend and fallow deir, That sa myschancy was, belovit he, That rather for hys life him self list de. Bot thar was na remedy nor abaid: 15 The swerd, wightly stokit, or than was glaid Throu owt hys cost: allace, the harmys smart! That mylk quhite breist is persyt to the hart. Down ded ruschit Eurialus right thar, The blude bruschand outour his body fair, 20 And on hys elbok lenand a litill on wry, Hys hed and hals bowys he hevely. Lyke as the purpour flour in fur or sewch, Hys stalk in two smyt newly with the pleuch, Dwynys away, as it doith faid or de; 25 Or as the chesbo hedis oft we se Bow down thar knoppis, sowpit on thar grane, Quhen thai be chargyt with the hevy rane. Bot Nysus than ruschit amyd the rowt, Amangis thame all sekand Volscens the stowt, 30 And on Volscens alanerly arestis; Thocht rownd about with ennemys he prest is, Quhilk heir and thar onon at euery syde Hym ombeset with warkand woundis wyde. Bot netheles thame stowtly he assalit, 5 Not amovit, as na thing him had alit: And euer his schynand swerd about him swang, Quhil at the last in Volscens mouth he thrang, As he, forgane him standand, cryit and gapit. Allace, quhat reuth was it he not eschapit! 10 For he deand bereft his fa the life; Stekit and hurt sa oft with speir and knyfe, Fell down abuf his frendis ded body, Quhar best him likit ded to rest and ly. O happy baith, O fortunat and dyng! 15 Gif myne endyt or stile may ony thing, Nevir day nor proces of tyme sal betyde, That ȝour renown sal owt of memor slyde: Quhil the famyl and ofspring of Ene The stane immovabill of the Capitolie 20 Inhabitis, and sa lang as Romanys bald The monarchy of the empyre sal hald. The schameful victouris, thir Rutilyanys, The pray and spreth, and other geir that ganys, Joysyng but obstakil, Volscens ded body 25 Onto the tentis wepand bair in hy. And na les murnyng hard thai in that sted For Rhamnetes, fund hedles, pail, and ded, Togidder with samony capitanys, And gret herys, so wrachitly as slane is; 30 Serranus ȝyng, and the gentill Numa, And nobill corpsis brytnyt mony ma. Gret pres flokkit to se the bodeis schent, Sum men ȝit throwand half ded on the bent; Of recent slauchter and the hait effray 5 The feld abowt all warmyt quhar thai lay, That all with spait was blandyt and on flude In bullyrrand stremys of the fomy blude. The spulȝe led away was knaw full rycht; Mesapus rich hewmet schynand brycht, 10 The goldyn gyrdill, and trappouris prowdly wrocht, With mekill swete and labour agane brocht.

CAP. VIII.

_Ewrillys moder hir sonnys deth bewalis, And quhou Rutilianys the cyte first assalis._

Be this Aurora, levand the safron bed Of hir lord Tithone, had the erth ourspred With new cleirnes, and the son scheyn 15 Begouth defund hys bemys on the greyn, That euery thing worth patent in the lyght: Turnus, enarmyt as ane douchty knyght, Till armys sterys euery man abowt, In plait and maill full mony forcy rowt 20 Prouocand to the bargane and assay: Ilk capitane hys folkis settis in array, And gan thar curage kyndill in ire to fyght, Be schamefull murmur of this ȝister nycht. And forthir eik, ane miserabill thing to se, Ewril and Nysus hedys, on speris hie Fixit, thai rasyt haldand to the wall, 5 With huge clamour followyng ane and all. The forcy and the stowt Eneadanys, That for the tyme in this cite remanys, The bront and fors of thar army that tyde Endlang the wallis set on the left syde; 10 For on the rycht hand closyt the ryver; Thai held the forfront quhar thar was danger, Kepand the braid fowseis and towris hie: And as thai stand ful dolorusly, thai se The twa hedys stikkand on the speris, 15 A miserabil syght, allace! onto thar feris; Thar facis war our weil bekend, baith twa, The blaknyt dedly blude droppand tharfra. In the meyn quhile, throw the drery cite The weyngit messenger, Fame, dyd swyftly fle, 20 And slippand come to thy moder, Ewrilly. Than suddanly that wrachit wight onsilly Al pail become, as na blude in hir left, The naturale heit was from the banys reft. Furth of hir hand the spynnyng quheil smate sche, 25 The ȝarn clewis, spyndill, and broche of tre, All swakkit our, and full onhappely Furth fleys scho with mony schowt and cry, With wepyng, and with wifly womentyng, Ryvand hir haris, to the wallys can thring 30 All wod enragit, and with a spedy pays Dyd occupy tharon the formaste place, Takand nane hed, na ȝit na maner schame, Swa amangis men to ryn, and rowp or raym; Na maner feir of perrel seys sche, 5 Nor mynd of dartis cast that fast dyd fle. And as that from the wall hyr sonnys hede Behaldis sche, wofull, and will of rede, With hir petuus rewthfull complantis sayr The hevynnys all scho fillyt and the ayr. 10 O my Ewryll, lamentabilly scho cryis, Sall I the se demanyt on syk wys? O thou, the latter quyet of myne age, Quhou mycht thou be sa cruell in thy rage As me to leif alyve, thus myne allane? 15 O my maist tendir hart, quhar art thou gane? Na licens grantit was, nor tyme, ne space, To me, thy wrachit moder, allace, allace! Quhen thou thy self onto sik perellis set, That I with the mycht samekill laser get 20 As forto tak my leif for evir and ay, Thy last regrait and quethyng wordis to say. Ichane, allace! intill ane oncouth land, Nakyt and bair thy fair body on sand To fowlys of reif and savage doggis wild 25 Sall ly as pray, myne awin deir only child! Nor I, thy moder, layd not thy corps on beir, Nor with my handis lowkyt thyne eyn so cleir, Nor wysche thy wondis to reduce thy spreit, Nor drest the in thy lattir clathis meyt, 30 The quhilkis I wrocht, God wayt, to mak the gay, Full bissely spynnand baith nycht and day, And with sic wobbis and wark, for the, my page, I comfort me in myne onweldy age, And irkyt not to laubour for thy sake. 5 Quhar sall I seik the now? allake, allake! Or in quhat land lyis now, maglyt and schent, Thy fair body, and membris tyrvit and rent? O deir son myne, O tendir get, quod sche, Is this the comfort at thou dois to me, 10 Quhilk hes the followyt baith our seys and landis? O ȝe Rutilianys, steik me with ȝour brandis; Gyf thar be rewth or piete in ȝour banys, Do swak at me ȝour dartis all atanys: With ȝour wapynnys first ȝe sal me sla. 15 O thou gret fader of Goddis, can scho say, Haue reuth apon me, wrach of wrachis all, And on my catyve hed thou lat dovn fall Thy thundris dynt of wildfyre fra the hevin, Law vndre hell tharwith to smyte me evin; 20 Sen that this langsum cruel life I ne may Consume nor endyng be nane other way. With this regrait the Troiane myndis all War smyte with reuth; endlang the large wall The duylfull murnyng went and womentyng: 25 Thar hie curage, to tel a wondyr thyng, That oneffrayt was batale to sustene, Wolx dolf and dull the petuus sycht to sene. Bot as scho thus kyndillis sorow and wo, Ane Ideus, and Actor, Troianys two, 30 At the command of Illyoneus past, And ȝyng Ascanyus wepand wonder fast, And hynt hyr vp betwix thar armys squar; Syne hamewart to hir lugyng thai hyr bair. Bot than the trumpettis weirly blastis abundis, 5 With terribill brag of brasyn bludy soundis; The skry, the clamour, followys the ost within, Quhill all the hevynnys bemyt of the dyn. The Volscenaris assemblyt in a sop, To fyll the fowseis and the wallis to slop, 10 All sammyn hastand with a pavys of tre Hesyt togidder abuf thar hedys hie; Sa sairly knyt that maner embuschment Semyt tobe a clos volt quhar thai went. Ane other sort pressyt to haue entre, 15 And clym the wallis with leddyrris large and hie, Quhar as the army of the Troiane syde Was thynnast scattyrrit on the wallis wyde, And brycht arrayt cumpany of the men War dividit or sloppit, at thai mycht ken 20 The weirmen not sa thyk in syk a place. Bot the Troianys, that oft in sik lyke cace Be lang vsage of weir war lernyt and kend Quhou thai thar town and wallys suld defend, All kynd of wapynnys and dartis at thame slyngis, 25 And dang thame down with pikkis and poyntit styngis; Down weltyng eik of huge weght gret stanys, Be ony way gif tharby for the nanys Thai mycht on fors dissevyr that punȝe, Quhilk thame assalȝeit thekit with pavys he: 30 For weill thai knew thar fays al maner of teyn Vndir that volt of targis myght susteyn, Sa lang as thai sammyn onsyverit war. Bot now thai mycht thar ordour hald na mar: For the Troianys, or evyr thai wald ces, 5 Thar as the thikast rowt was and maist pres, Ane huge weght or hepe of mekill stanys Ruschys and weltis down on thame atanys, That diuers of Rutilianys lay thar ondyr; The laif skalyt on brede; brok was in sondir 10 The covertouris and ordinance of thar scheldis. Fra thens, the hardy Rutilianys in the feildis Pressyt na mar in hydlys forto fyght, Bot thame enforcis now with all thar myght, With ganȝeis, arrowys, and with dartis slyng, 15 Thar famen from the wallys forto dyng. And at ane other syde with felloun feir Mezentyus the grym, apon a speir, Or heich styng or stour of the fyr tre, The blak fyre blesis of reik in swakkis he: 20 And Mesapus, the dantar of the horssys, Neptunus son, with hys menȝe enforcis Tyl vndermynd the dike and rent the paill; Leddyris he axis the wallys to assaill.

CAP. IX.

_Quhou Turnus set the ȝet towr into fyre, And maid gret slauchter of Troianys in his ire._

Calliope, and O ȝe Musys all, Inspire me til endyte: on ȝou I call To schaw quhat slauchter and occisioun, Quhou feill corpsis thar war brytnyt doun By Turnus wapynnys and hys dartis fell; 5 Quham euery man kyllit and send to hell: Help and assist to revolue heir with me The extreme dangeris of that gret melle. Ȝhe blissyt wightis, forsuyth, ramembris weill Sik thyngis, and quhar ȝou lyst may reveill. 10 Thar stude a towr of tre, huge of hyght, With batellyng and kyrnellys all at ryght, Set in ane neidfull place neir by the ȝet, Quham to assailȝe, ourcum, and down bet, With hail pyssance all the Italianys 15 At vtir power ombeset atanys: And by the contrar, on the tother syde Alkynd defencis can Troianys provyde; Threw stanys down, and sillys heir and thar, At euery part or oppyn fenystar 20 The grundyn dartis leyt down fle thikfald. Turnus the prynce, at was baith darf and bald, Ane byrnand bleis leyt at the fortres glyde, And festynyt the fyre hard to the towris syde, Quhilk with the wyndis blast, thar as it stak, Vpblesyt in the burdis and the thak, And spreddis wide amangis the gestis gret; The byrnand low consumyt all throu hete. Within thai schuddrit for the fell effray; 5 Bot all for nocht to pres to wyn away, Na laser was the danger to escape: For as thai ran abak, and can thame schaip Fortill withdraw towart the tother syde Quhar as the fyre was not ȝit ourglyde, 10 And hurlyt all togidder in a hepe, Tho with thar swechtis, as thai reill and leipe, The byrnand towr down rollys with a rusche, Quhill all the hevynnys dyndlyt of the dusch. Down weltis the men half ded with brokyn banys, 15 The huge heip thame followit all atanys, On thar awyn wapynnys stikkand he and he, Sum stekit throu the cost with spilys of tre Lay gaspand, of thame all that scarsly tway, Ane Helenor, and Lycus, gat away: 20 Of quhom the formest, this ilk Helenor, Now in hys florist ȝouth, was get and bor Betwix Meonyus kyng, in prevyte, And Lycynya the boynd wench wondir sle, Quhilk hym to Troy had send that hendyr ȝer, 25 Onkend, in armour forbodyn for wer; Delyver he was with drawin swerd in hand, And quhite target, onsemly and evill farrand. Thys Helenor, scand hym self in dowt Amyd thousandis enarmyt of Turnus rowt, 30 Behaldand graithly apon athir hand Arrayt ostis of Latyn pepill stand; Lyke the wild ragyt best, quham huntaris stowt Hes ombeset with thyk range all abowt, Seand be na meyn that scho myeht evaid, 5 Apon the wapynnys rynnys with a braid; Slyppis hir self, and with gret fors hir beris Apon the poyntis of the huntyng speris: Nane othir wys, this ilk ȝong Helenor, Thus ombeset behynd and als befor, 10 Amyd hys fays ruschys reddy to de, Quhar thikkast was the pres thar etlys he; Quhilkis, but abaid, alssone hes hym slane As spark of gleid wald in the sey remane. Bot Lycus, spedyar far on fut than he, 15 Throw owt the ostis and armyt men can fle, And to the wallys wan, and vp on hyght Enforcis hym to clym with all hys mycht, And forto gryp sum of hys feris handis: Quham Turnus, lanssand lychtly our the landis, 20 With speir in hand persewys forto spill, And quhen he hes ourtane him at his will, Thus dyd hym chyde; O catyve wytles knaip, Quhat wenyt thou our handis to eschaip? And tharwith drew hym doun, quhar he dyd hyng, 25 And of the wal a gret part with hym bryng. Lyke as the egill, Jovis squyer, straucht Within hys bowand clukis had vp clawcht A ȝong cygnet, or quhite swan, or a hair, Tharwith resursyng heich vp in the ayr; 30 Or as a ravanus bludy wolf throu slycht Hyntis in hys gowl, furth of the fald be nycht, The litill tendyr kyd, or the ȝong lam, With feill bletingis socht by the gait, hir dame. Rutilianys for joy than rasyt a schowt, 5 And fast invadys the cite all abowt; With hepys of erd the fowsy do thai fyll: Sum otheris presyt with schydis and mony a syl The fyre blesys abowt the ruf to slyng. Bot Ilioneus that tyme dyd doun dyng 10 With a gret quhyn, or roch of cragy stone, Ane Lucetyus, and brak hys nek bone, As that he dyd approche towartis the ȝet, The hait flammys of fyre tharin to set: Liger a Troiane from the wall also 15 Doun bet a Rutiliane hait Emathio: A Phrigiane eik, Asylas, stern and stowt, All tofruschit Choryneus withowt, Quhilk was in dartis castyng wonder sle; On far to schute scharp flanys and lat fle 20 Nane mar expert than this Emathio: Ceneus ourquhelmyt Ortygius also; And this Ceneus, quhilk than gat the mastry, Belyve Turnus with a dart ded gart ly: And down dyngis alsso this ilk Turnus 25 Ithis, Clonyus, and eik Dioxippus, Promulus als, and busftuus Sagaras, And syne the huge byg Troiane, hait Idas, Standand forto defend the towris hie: Capys, a Troiane, bet doun Pryverne, 30 Quham Themyllas with a scharp casting dart Had newly hurt and wondyt in sum part; And he hys hand plat to the wound in hy, Hys scheild besyde hym swakkand fulychly, So that the fedderit arrow furth dyd glyde, 5 And nalyt hys hand plat to the left syde: The schaft and hed remanyt in hys cost, Be dedly wound the lyfe thus hes he lost. Arcens, Arcentis son, stude on the wall, In brycht armour ful semly schynand all, 10 Hys mantill of the purpour Iberyne, With nedill wark brusyt rych and fyne, Of vissage was he plesand forto se; Hys fader Arcens send him with Enee: Fostyrrit he was and vpbrocht tendirly 15 Within hys moderis hallowyt schaw, fast by The flude Symethus into Sycill land, Quhar as the plentuus fat altar dyd stand Of the placabill Goddis, Palycy hecht. Ane gret staf slung byrrand with felloun weght 20 Hynt Mezentius; hys scheild syne by hym lays; The stryngis thrys abowt hys hed assays, And this ilk Arcens standyng hym forgane Hes smertly with a ledyn pellok slane: Hys harn pan and forhed al to claif, 25 Quhil at the led in sondir brak and raif, That he ourtumlys speldit on the sand. Thus gret slauchtir was maid fra hand to hand.

CAP. X.

_Heir ȝyng Ascanyus the strang Numanus slew, Quhilk wordis owtragyus to the Troianys schew._

Ascanyus this ilk tyme, as is said, That wont was with his schot bot to invaid The wild bestis, quhilkis cowth do nocht bot fle, First heir in bargane leyt swyft arrowys fle; And by hys handis slew strang Numanus, 5 That was to surname clepit Remulus, Had laitly Turnus ȝyngast systir wed, As for hys spows, and brocht ontill hys bed. This ilk Numanus Remulus, in that sted, Befor the frontis of the batell ȝeyd, 10 Furth schawand mony diuers sawys seir, Baith ganand and onganand forto heir, Rycht prowd and hely in his breist and hart That newlyngis of the kynrik was a part To him befall; his gret estait this wys 15 Woustand he schew with clamour and lowd cryis: Aschame ȝe nocht, Phrigyanys, that twys taik is, Tobe inclosyt amyd a fald of stakis, And be assegit agane sa oft sys With akyn spilis and dikis on sik wys? 20 Schame ȝe not to prolong ȝour lyvis? said he. Thir venquyst cowart wightis behald and se, That dar our spousage into batale craif! Quhat wild dotage so maid ȝour hedis raif? Or quhat onthrifty God in sic foly Hes ȝou bywavit heir till Italy? Heir ar not the slaw weirmen Atrydes, Nor the fenȝear of fair speche Vlixes. Bot we, that bene a pepill derf and dour 5 Cumyn of kynd, as keyn men in a stour, Our ȝoung childring, the first tyme born thai ar, Onto the nixt rynnand flude we bair, To hardyn thar bodeis and to mak thame bald With the chil frostis and the watyr cald: 10 Our childir ȝyng exercis bissely Huntyng with hundis, hornys, schowt, and cry, Wild deir throw owt the woddis chais and mait. To dant and reyn the horssis ayr and layt, That is thar game and sport thai hant on raw, 15 Or with thar bowys schute, or dartis thraw. Our ȝong spryngaldis may all laubouris endur, Content of litill fuyde, I ȝou assur, Of ȝouth thai be accustumat tobe skant, The erd with plewch and harrowys forto dant, 20 Or than in batal bettis citeis down. In euery age with irne grath ar we bown, And passand by the plewys, for gad wandis, Broddis the oxin with speris in our handis: Nor ȝit the slaw nor febill onweldy age 25 May waik our spreit, nor mynys our curage, Nor of our strenth to altyr ocht or pair. The steill helmys we thrist on hedis hair; Best likis ws all tyme to rug and reif, To dryve away the spreth, and tharon leif. 30 Ȝour pantit habittis dois of purpour schyne; Ȝour hartis lykis best, so I dyvyne, In idilnes to rest abuf al thing, To tak ȝour lust, and go in karellyng: Ȝour cotys hes traland slevys our ȝour handis, 5 Ȝour foly hattis trappouris and brasyng bandis. O verray Phrygiane wifis, dasyt wightis! To call ȝou men of Troy that onrycht is; Ȝe be onworthy to sa hie style to clame. On Dyndyma top go, and walk at hame; 10 Quhar as the quhissill rendris soundis seir, With tympanys, tawbronys, ȝe war wont to heir, And bos schawmys of turnyt buschboun tre That grew in Berecyntia montane hie, Onto the moder of Ida dedicat, 15 Callys eftir ȝou to dans, and nocht debait: Ȝeld ȝou to men, and leif al ȝour armyng, Rendir ȝour swerdis, and all wapynnys resyng. Ascanyus ȝyng, byrnand for proper teyn, Sa gret owtrage of wordis mycht not sustene, 20 Herand sa hie avant of pompus pryde, And sik dispyt blawyn owt apon hys syde. Hys bow with horsis sennonys bend hes he, Tharin a takill set of sovir tre, And tasand vp his armys far in twyn, 25 Thus onto Jove lawly dyd begyn To mak hys first petitioun and prayer: Omnipotent hie Jupiter, me heir Assist to this hardy commancement! My self onto thy templis sal present 30 Solempnyt gyftis, maste gudly may be get, And eik befor thyne altar sall I set A ȝoung bullok of cullour quhite as snaw, With goldin schakaris hys forhed arrait on raw; The best salbe full tydy, tryg, and wight, 5 With hed equale till hys moder on hyght, Can all reddy with hornys fuyn and put, And scrape or skattyr the soft sand with his fut. The fader of hevin exceppit hys prayer, And, on that part quhar the lift was maist cleir, 10 Towart the left hand maid a thundyrryng: All sammyn soundyt the dedly bowys stryng. Quhyrrand smertly furth flaw the takill tyte, Quyte throw the hed the Remulus dyd smyte; The grundyn steill outthrowch hys tympillys glaid. 15 Hald on thy ways in haist, Ascanyus said, Thy self to loif, knak now scornfully With prowd wordis all at standis by. Sik boydword heir the twys takyn Troianys Sendis for hansell to Rutylianys. 20 Thus far spekis Ascanyus, and na mair. Bot the Troianys rasyt a scry in the ayr With rerd and clamour of blithnes, man and boy, That to the starnys thar curage sprang for joy, Ascanyus extolland abuf the skyis. 25 And, as thai mak this ryot on sik wys, Down from the regioun of the hevin tho The brycht curland haryt Appollo, Apon a clowd sittand quhar he wald, The ostis of Italianys can behald, 30 And eik new Troys cite, with cheir glaid Till Iulus the victor thus he said: Eik and continew thy new vailȝeand dedis, Thou ȝong child; for that is the way the ledis Vp to the starnys and the hevynnys hie, 5 O thou verray Goddis ofspring, quod he, That sal engendir Goddis of thy seyd. In the, be verray resson and of neid, All batalys, quhilkis by werd ar destinate Agane Assaracus hows to move debait, 10 Salbe appasit, and to quyet brocht. This litill town of Troy, that heir is wrocht, May nocht withhald the in sik boundis lyte. And sayand thus, from the heich hevin als tyte Discendis he, movand the hailsum ayr, 15 And to the child Ascanyus socht rycht thar: Hys figur changit that tyme as he wald In lyknes of ane Butes, hayr and ald, That pursevant tofor and squyer had be To Troiane Anchyses, fader of Enee, 20 And trasty kepar of hys chalmyr dur; Now had Ene committ to hym the cur For tyll attend apon Ascanyus ȝyng. Lyke to this ancyent Butes in al thyng Furth steppys Phebus, baith in voce and hew, 25 With lokkis quhite and armour na thing new, Rousty, and with a felloun sound clattring, And sic wordis spak to Iulus ȝyng, That otherwys is hayt Ascanyus, With ardent mynd of bargane desyrus: 30 Eneas verray douchty son and ayr, It may suffice, the nedis do na mair, Sen, thou onhurt, with thy schote in this sted The strang Numanus thou hes dung to ded: This first loving and eik hie renownee 5 The souerane Apollo grantys the, Nor na disdene at the sal haue, suthly, Tobe hys peregall intill archery. Leif of my child, and of sic batale ces; Na mair at this tyme; draw the owt of pres. 10 On this wys carpys the brycht Appollo, And in the myddis of hys sermond tho He vanyst far away, I wait neuer quhar, Furth of this mortal sycht in the schire ayr. The nobillys, and the Troiane capitanys trew, 15 Be thir takynnys the God Appollo knew, And hard hys arrowys clatterand in hys cace. Tharfor thai haue withdraw furth of that place Ascanyus, at brycht Phebus mychty charge, And wald no langar thoill hym go at large, 20 All thocht to feght he had desyre and joy; Hame to hys innys dyd thai hym convoy: Syne to the bargane hes thame sped agane, In oppyn perrellys, dangeris, and all pane, Thar personys and thar lyvys for thar town 25 Offerand, and for defens maid thame bown.

CAP. XI.

_Quhou Pandarus and Bitias, brethir twane, Kest vp the ȝettis, and thar was Bytias slane._

Endlang the wallys kyrnellys euery stand, The bruyt and clamour rays fra hand to hand; Thar bustuus bowys keynly do thai bend, Scharp querrellis and castyng dartis furth send, Quhilk thai with lyamys and thwangis lang owt threw: 5 Sa thik the ganȝeis and the flanys flew, That of schaftis and takillys all the feildis War strowit, and the large planys ourheldis. On bos helmys and scheldis the weirly schote Maid rap for rap, reboundand with ilk stot. 10 Scharp and awfull incressis the bargane, Als violent as euer the ȝet doun rane Furth of the west doith smyte apon the wald, In October, quhen the twa sternys cald, That clepyt beyn the Kyddis, first vpspryngis; 15 And als thik as the hail schour hoppys and dyngis In furdys schald, and brays heir and thar, Quhen trublit beyn the hevynnys and the ayr With stormy tempest and the northyn blastis, Quhill clowdis clattris, and all the lyft ourcastis. 20 Pandarus and Bytias, twa brethir germane, By Alcanor engendryt, that Troiane, Quham Hybera, the wild foresteres knaw, Bred and vpbrocht in Jovys haly schaw, Sa byg ȝong men thai war, sa gret and wight, That equale semyt thame tobe of hight With fyr treis of thar landis or hillys; And tharto eik sa egyr of thar willis At thai the port, quhilk be Eneas charge 5 Was commandyt to kepe stekit, all at large Has warpyt oppyn onbreid to the wall, And baldly dyd thar fays clepe and call To entyr, gyf thay durst, and thame assay: Sa gret confidens in thar fors had thai. 10 And thai within stude by the ȝet, that tyde, Quhilk oppin was on the rycht and left syde, As thai had towris beyn baith gret and squar, Enarmyt with thar wapynnys brycht and bair. The hie tymbrettis of thar helmys schane: 15 Lyke to behald as bustuus akis twane Besyde the beyn ryver Athesys grow, Or flowand fludis bankis of the Pow, Vpstrekand thar byg croppys to the ayr, And onsned branchis wavand heir and thar. 20 Alsswith as the Rutylianys dyd se The ȝet oppyn, thai rusch to the entre: Quercens formast, and Equycoly, A lusty knycht in armys rycht semly, Wight Tynarus, fers myndyt to assaill, 25 And bald Hemon, with curage marcyall. Bot thai with all thar complicis in fyght War dung abak, and constrenyt tak flyght, By Troiane rowtis, or than in that stryfe Quha that abaid lost in the port thar lyfe. 30 Tho brymmar grew thar fers mudis within, So that the Troianys can flok and sammyn ryn Towart that place, and maid felloun debait; So bald thai wolx that in the plane gait, Ischand without the portis on the land, 5 Thai durst recontyr thar fays hand for hand. A messynger to Turnus come that tyde, That wondir fersly at ane othir syde The town assalȝeis; and thar he til hym schew Quhat hait slauchter hys fays maid of new, 10 And sik a port had all wyde oppyn set. Hys first purpos he left, and to that ȝet, With felloun ire movit, furth sprent he tho, Towart the Troianys and prowd brethir two: And first hes slane byg Antyphates, 15 That him on cace met formest in the pres, Son to the bustuus nobill Sarpedon, In purches get a Theban wench apon: Hym smate he down with the cast of a dart; The fleand schaft Italian to his hart 20 Glydand, throw owt the schire ayr duschit sone, The stomok persyt, and in the cost is done. The how cavern of his wond a flude Furth bruschit of the blaknyt dedly blude; So deip the grundyn steill hed owt of sycht is, 25 Ful hait and warm it festnyt in his lychtis. Syne Meropes and Erymanthus he And Aphydnus slew with his hand al thre; And eftir that, with a stern mynd full teyn, Slew Bytias, for al his glowrand eyn: 30 Bot that was nother with dart, swerd, nor knyfe; For na sik wapyn mycht him haue reft the lyfe; Bot with ane hydduus byssand fyry speir, That clepit is Phalarica in weir, Quhilk with sa vehement fors this Turnus threw 5 That as the thundris dynt at him it flew: Quham nowder scheld of twa bull hydis thik, Nor ȝit the dowbill malyt traste hawbrik, All gilt with gold, mycht it resist nor stynt: The bustuus body down duschit of the dynt, 10 Quhil all the erd to granyt with a rattill; The hydduus scheild abufe him maid a brattill: Lyke as the hie pillar of marbill stone Standand apon the cost Euboycon, Vmquhile besyde Bais, the rych cite, 15 With grysly swecht down duschit in the see; Quhilk was of ald of massy stanys a byng, And by the fludis sik wys doun was dyng, Hys fall drew down the cite quhar it stude, And ruschit in a fer way in the flude: 20 The seys mixt ourran, and all ourhed Blak slyke and sand vp poplit in the sted; Quhill of the feirfull sovnd the ilandis twa Trymlyt, Inaryme and eik Prochita; Quhilk Inaryme, at Jupiteris command, 25 Full hard bed is to Typheus the gyand. At this tyme Mars, the God armypotent, Ekyt the Latynys fors and hardyment, With felloun ire prikland so thar myndis, That as hym lyst he turnys so and wyndis; 30 And makis the Troianys tak the flycht gud speid, On them he kest sik feir and schamfull dreid. The Latyn pepill flokkis on euery syde Quhen thai beheld the port sa oppynyt wyde, Seand thai had a rowm to fecht at will; 5 The God of stryfe thar curage steris thartill.

CAP. XII.

_Quhou Turnus the byg Pandarus smat doun, Lyke a wod lyoun past within the town._

Pandarus, seand hys brotheris corps at erd, And on quhat wys thus fortune with thame ferd, And quhou the chance of batale ȝeid al wrang, Full forcyly with hys braid schuldris strang 10 He thristis to the levys of the ȝet, And closyt queym the entre, and furth schet Without the port a gret sort of hys feris, In hard bargane amyd the mortal weris; And of hys ennemys sum inclosyt he, 15 Ressavand all at thrang to the entre. A fuyll he was, and wytles in a thyng, Persauyt not Turnus, Rutilian kyng, So violently thryng in at the ȝet; Quham he onwar within the cite schet, 20 Lyke as ane rageand wild tyger onstabill Amang the febill bestis onfensabill. Sone as Turnus hym hes inclusyt seyn, A glowand new lyght brystis from hys eyn, Hys armour ryngis or clattris horribilly; Hys crystis trymlyt on hys hed in hy, That in hys sanguane bludy scheild als straucht 5 Kest schynand fyry bemys lyke fyre flaucht. All suddanly, affrayit Eneadanys Hys face onfrendly persauit and byg banys. The hydduus Pandarus than hym self furth schew, That wonder fervent in hys furour grew, 10 Hys broderis slauchter to revenge in will, Thus austernly he spekis Turnus ontill: Thys is not queyn Amatais cheif cite, Suld the be geif into dowry, said he; Nor ȝit the myddis of Ardea cite bald, 15 Thi faderis burgh, Turnus, doith the withhald: Thou seys thy fays strenth and wallys wyde; ȝeild the for thy, thou may eschape na syde. Turnus agane, with curage blyth and glaid, Nocht abasyt, ful baldly to hym said: 20 My frend, begyn, gif thou hes hardyment, And mach with me allone apon this bent; And hand for hand, gif at it be thy will, Thou sal schaw Pryam heir thou hes fund Achill. The tother tho a huge speir of haill tre, 25 With bark and knottis altogidder, leyt fle In al his fors; bot the dynt dyd no deir; Nocht bot the ayr was wondyt with the speir: For wikkyt Juno, the ald Saturnus get, Choppyt by the schaft, and fixt it in the ȝet. 30 Ha! quod Turnus, sa sal thou not astart Thys wapyn now in faith or we depart, Nor on sik wys eschape this bytand brand, Quhilk my gret fors thus rollys in my hand: For he that aw this swerd, and wond sal wyrk, 5 Is not sa faynt, ne sa sone sall nocht irk. And with that word, standand on hys typtays, Hevyng hys swerd, heich hys hand dyd rays; Down with the dynt duschit the steil blaid keyn Amyd hys forhed, hard betwix hys eyn, 10 Hys berdles chekis or hys chaftis rownd In sondyr schorn hes with a grysly wound: Sa felloun sownd or clap maid this gret clasche, That of hys huge weght, fell with a rasche, The erd dyndlyt, and all the cite schuke. 15 So large feild hys gowsty body tuke, That fer onbreid ourspred was all the plane, Hys armour sparkyt with hys blude and brane: Baith to and fra, apon hys schuldris tway, Hys hed clovyn in equale halfis lay. 20 Of dreidfull raddour trymlyng for affray, The Troianys fled right fast and brak away: And gif Turnus had than incontinent Ramembryt hym, and kauch in mynd to rent The lokkis vp, and oppyn the ȝettis wyde, 25 So that hys feris without the port that tyde Mycht haue entryt, and cummyn in the cite, The last day of the batale that had be, And latter finale end to the remanys Of Phrigiane folkis and pepil Troianys. 30 Bot sic ardent hie furour martyall, And of slauchter desire insaciable, Draif hym to follow thame that hym gaynstandis: And first he kyllit Phalarys with his handis, And ane other, that Gyges hecht, alssua, 5 Of quham the howchys bath he smate in twa; Syn speris rent and hynt vp all on raw, And at the flearis bakkis fast dyd thraw, That wondir was to se hym quhar he went, For Juno ekyt hys strenth and hardyment. 10 Syne ane Hales onto the corpsis ded In cumpany he ekyt in that sted; And Phegeas doun brytnys in the feld, Spetit throw owt the body and hys scheld; Alchandrus syne, and the prowd Halyus, 15 Nemonas eik, and keyn Prytanyus, Quhilkis mysknew Turnus was within the wall, And to the bargan dyd thar feris call, Apon the grund onon al ded he layd, In bargan full expert: syne dyd invaid 20 With schynand swerd, hard at the dykis syde, Ane Lynceus, the quhilk the sammyn tyde Resistys, as he myght, with fell afferis, And eftir help cryis apon hys feris; Bot with a strake he smate hys nek in twa, 25 Baith helm and hed flaw far the body fra. And, eftir thir, ane Amycus he slew, That bayn had beyn to wild bestis enew; Was nane other mair happy nor expert To graith and til invnct a castyng dart, 30 And with vennom to garnys the steil hedis. By Turnus handis the ilk tyme done to ded is Eolus son, hait Clytius, the heynd, And Creteus also, was the Musys frend; Creteus, poet to Musys famyliar, 5 That in hys mynd and breist all tymys bar Sangis and gestis, musyk and harpyng; Apon hys stryngis playd he mony a spryng, Lays and rymys on the best awys, And euermar hys maner and his gys 10 Was forto syng, blason, and discryve, Men and stedis, knychthed, wer, and stryve.

CAP. XIII.

_The Troianys set on Turnus dyntis rude, Quhill at he fled, and lap into the flude._

At last Mnestheus and strang Serestus, The Troiane capitanys, herand quhow that thus Thar pepill slane war doun, dyd convene; 15 Thar feris fleand pail and wan haue thai sene, And thar cheif ennemy closyt in thar wallys. Mnestheus on thame clepys thus and callys: Quhar ettill ȝhe to fra hyne? quhidder wald ȝhe fle? Quhat other wallys seik ȝhe, or cite? 20 Quhar haue ȝe other strenth or forteres? O citesanys, behaldis heir expres Nane bot a man standand ȝou aganys, Closyt within ȝour dykis and wallys of stanys, Onrevengit, sa gret occisioun And huge slauchter sal mak within ȝour tovn, Or sa feill valȝeand ȝyng capitanys kend, 5 Onresistit, thus down to hell sall send! O maste onworthy cowartis, ful of slewth, Of ȝour onselly cuntre haue ȝhe na rewth, Nor piete of ȝour ancyent Goddis kynd? Think ȝhe na lak and schame into ȝour mynd, 10 To do sa gret owtrage to strang Enee, In hys absens thus catyfly to fle? The Troianys by sik wordis as he said In curage grew, and fermly all abaid, Abowt thar faman flokkand in a rowt. 15 Turnus a litil, thocht he was stern and stowt, Begouth frawart the bargane to withdraw, And sattil towartis the ryveris syde alaw, Ay peys and peys, to that part of the tovn Was closyt with the ryver, rynnand dovn. 20 Troianys, that seand, the mar apertly Assalȝeit hym with mony schowt and cry, And thikkyt fast abowt hym inveroun. As quhen abowt the awfull wild lyoun, With thar invasibill wapynnys scharp and squar, 25 Ane multitude of men bilappyt war; And he full fers, with thrawin wlt, in the start, Seand the scharp poyntis, recullys bakwart: Bot, forto gif the bak, and fle away, Nowder hys greif nor curage suffir may; 30 And, thocht he wald, for all hys mekill mycht, Agane samony men and wapynnys brycht To pres fordwart may he cum na speid. Nane other wys Turnus, at sik a neid, Steppys abak with huly pays full still, 5 Hys mynd scaldand in greif and egir will: And forthir eik amyd hys fays he Twys ruschit in, and schuddrit the melle; And twys also that onrebutit knycht Endlang the wallys put thame to the flycht. 10 Bot al togidder, intyll ane convyne, Apon hym haill the town assemlyt syne, Nor Saturnus get, Juno, in that fyght Agane thame durst him minister strenth nor mycht; For Jupiter had from the hevynnys fair 15 Send dovn Iris, quhilk dwellis in the ayr, Onto hys spous and sister thar at hand Ful scharp chargis bryngis and command, Les than Turnus, quhou evir the chance befallis, Withdrew hym fra the fatale Troiane wallys: 20 Quharthrow this valȝeand campioun ȝong and keyn Nowder with his scheild sa mekil mycht sustene, Nor sic defens mak with his hand, as ayr. With dartis at him swakkit heir and thar On sik wys is he quhelmyt and confundyt, 25 That euer in ane hys bos helm rang and soundyt, Clynkand abowt hys halfheddis with a dyn: Hys sovir armour, strang, and na thyng thyn, Is brokkyn and byrsyt with feill stonys cast; So thik war dyntis, and strakis smyt so fast, 30 That of his helm down bettyn war the crestis; Sa sair the bosys of hys target prest is, Hys scheild na langar mycht sik rowtis sustene; The Troianys, with this Mnestheus, in thar teyn Dowblys thar dyntis at hym with speris cast, 5 As it had bene the hydduus thundris blast. Our all hys body furth ȝet the swait thik, Lyke to the trynland blak stremys of pyk; Ne gat he laser anys hys aynd to draw: The febillit brath ful fast can beit and blaw 10 Amyd hys wery breist and lymmys lasch. Than at the last, al suddanly, with a plasch, Harnes and al togiddir, quhar he stude, Him self he swakkis and lap into the flude. With giltyn stremys hym keppyt the ryver, 15 And bar hym vp abuf hys wallis cleir; Syne blithly careit to hys feris bedene, All blude and slauchter away was weschyn clein.

THE PROLOUG OF THE TENTH BUKE.

He plasmatour of thingis vniuersall, Thou renewar of kynd, that creat all, Incomprehensibill thy warkis ar to consave, Quhilk grantyt hes to every wight to haue Quhat thing mast ganys onto hys governall. 5

Quhou mervellus beyn divisions of thy gracis, Distribut so to ilk thing in all placis! The son to schyne our all, and schaw hys lyght, The day to laubour, for rest thou ordanyt nycht; For diuers causys schupe seir sessonys and spacis. 10

Fresch veir to burgioun herbys and sweit flowris; The hait symmyr to nurys corn all howris, And breid all kynd of fowlys, fysch, and beste; Hervist to rendir hys frutis maste and leste; Wyntir to snyb the erth with frosty schowris. 15

Not at thou nedyt ocht, all thyng thou wrocht, Bot to that fyne thou maid all thing of nocht, Of thy gudnes tobe participant; Thy Godhed na rychar, nor ȝit mar skant, Nowthir now nor then, set thou ws wrocht and bocht. 20

Thy maist supreme indiuisibill substans, In ane natur thre personys, but discrepans, Regnand etern, ressauys nane accident; For quhy? thou art rycht at this tyme present It at thou was, and evir sal, but varians. 5

Set our natur God hes to hym vnyte, Hys Godhed incommixt remanys perfyte, The son of God havand verray naturis twane In a person, and thre personys all ane In deite, natur, maieste, and delyte. 10

The Son the self thing with the Fader is; The self substans the Haly Gaist, I wys, Is with thame baith; thre distinct personage, Ar, war, and be sall, euer of ane age, Omnipotent, a Lord, equale in blys. 15

Quhilk souerane substans, in gre superlatyve, Na cunnyng comprehend may nor discryve; Nowther generis, generat is, nor doith proceid, Allane begynnar of euery thing, but dreid, And in the self remanys etern on lyve. 20

The Fader, of nane generat, creat, ne boir, Hys only Son engendris evirmor; Not makis, creatis, bot engendris all way Of hys substans; and all tyme of baith twa Procedis the Haly Gaist, equal in glor. 25

Of baith, from ane begynnyng, procedis he; So bene the warkis of the Trinite Maist excellent, and wondirfull to consave: Ȝit thame to traste the mair meryte we have, That be na manys rayson prevyt may thai be. 5

The Fader knawys hym self, quhilk knawlege spredis Be generatioun etern, that evir bredis Hys Son, hys word and wysdom eternall: Betwix thir twa is luf perpetuall, Quhilk is the Haly Gaist, fra baith procedis. 10

Not at the Faderis natur mynyst is, Of hys substans he generis his Son in blys; Ne so the Son of hys kynd is ybor, That he a part hes tharof, and na mor; Bot all he gevys hys Son, and all is hys. 15

The ilk thing he hym gevis, that he remanys: Thys syngill substans indifferently thus ganys To thre in ane, and ilk ane of the thre The sammyn thing is in a maieste, Thocht thir personys be seuerall in thre granys. 20

Lyke as the sawle of man is ane, we wait, Havand thre poweris distinct and separate, Vnderstandyng, rayson, and memor: Intelligens consideris the thing befor, Rayson discernys, memor kepis the consait. 25

As thai beyn in a substans knyt all thre, Thre personys ryngnys in a Deite. We may tak als ane other simylytude, Grosly the sammyn purpos to conclud; Flame, lycht, and hait, bene in a fyre we se. 5

Quhar euer the low is, lycht and heit bene thar; And had the fyre bene byrnand euermar, Evyr suld the flambe engendrit haue hys lyght, And of the byrnand low the flambys brycht Perpetualy suld heit haue sprung alquhar. 10

So generis the Fader the Son with hym etern, From baith procedis the Haly Gaist coetern. Thus rude exemplys and figuris may we geif; Thocht, God by hys awin creaturis to preif, War mar onliknes than liknes to discern. 15

Frend, farly nocht, na caus is to complene Albeit thy wyt gret God may nocht attene; For, mycht thou comprehend be thyne engyne The maist excellent maieste dyvyne, He mycht be reput a pretty God and meyn. 20

Consider thy raison is so febill and lyte, And hys knawlage profund and infynyte; Consider quhou he is onmensurabill: Hym, as he is, to knaw thou art not habill; It sufficis the beleif thy creid perfyte. 25

God is, I grant, in all thing nocht includyt; Gevis all gudnes, and is of nocht denudyt; Of hym hes all thing part, and he nocht mynyst; Hail he is alquhar, not diuidit, ne fynyst; Without all thing he is, and nocht excludit. 5

O Lord, thy ways beyn investigabill! Sweit Lord, thy self is sa inestimabill, I can write nocht bot wondris of thy mycht, That lawyt sa far thy maieste and hyght Tobe born man intill ane oxis stabill. 10

Thow tuke mankynd of ane onwemmyt maid, Inclosyt within a virginis bosum glaid, Quham all the hevynnys mycht nevir comprehend; Angellis, scheiphyrdis, and kyngis thy Godheid kend, Set thou in cryb betwix twa bestis was laid. 15

Quhat infynyte excellent hie bonte Abufe thy warkis all, in wonderfull gre! Lord, quhen thou man wrocht to thyne awyn ymage, That tynt him self throu hys fulych dotage, Thou man becam, and deit to mak hym fre. 20

Maid thou not man first president vnder the, To dant the bestis, fowlys, and fysch in see, Subdewit to him the erth, and all tharin; Syne paradice grantit hym and all his kyn, Gave him fre will, and power nevir to dee? 25

Enarmyt him with raison and prudence; Only bad hym kepe thyne obediens, And to hym suld all creaturis obey? Bitter was that fruyt for his ofspryng, and fey, Maid deth onknawin be fund, and lyfe go hens. 5

O thyne inestimabill luf and cheryte! Becam a thrall to mak ws bondis fre, To quykkyn thy sclavys tholyt schamfull ded maste fell. Blissyt be thou virginal frute, that hereit hell, And pait the pryce of the forbodin tre! 10

Thocht thou large stremys sched apon the rude, A drop had bene sufficient of thy blude A thousand warldis to haue redemyt, I grant; Bot thou the well of mercy wald nocht skant, Ws to provoik to lufe the, and be gude. 15

Our all this syne, thyne infynyte Godhed, Thy flesch and blude in form of wyne and bred, Tobe our fuyd of grace, in plege of glor, Thou hest ws geif, in perpetuall memor Of thy passioun and dolorus paynfull ded. 20

Quhat thankis dew or ganȝeld, Lord benyng, May I, maist wracht synfull catyve indyng, Rendir for this souerane peirles hie bonte? Sen body, saule, and all, I haue of the, Thou art my pryce, mak me thy praye condyng. 25

My makar, my redemar, and support, Fra quham all grace and gudnes cumis at schort, Grant me that grace my mysdedis til amend, Of this and all my warkis to mak gud end: Thus I beseik the, Lord, thus I exort. 5

From the begynnyng and end be of my muse: All other Jove and Phebus I refus. Lat Virgill hald hys mawmentis to him self; I wirschip nowder ydoll, stok, nor elf, Thocht furth I write so as myne autour dois. 10

Is nane bot thou, the Fader of Goddis and men, Omnipotent eternal Jove I ken; Only the, helply Fader, thar is nane other: I compt not of thir paygane Goddis a fudder, Quhais power may nocht help a haltand hen. 15

The scripture clepys the God, of Goddis Lord; For quha thy mandat kepys in ane accord Bene ane with the, not in substans, bot grace, And we our Fader the clepys in euery place: Mak ws thy sonnys in cherite, but discord. 20

Thow haldis court our cristall hevynnys cleir, With angellis, sanctis, and hevynly spretis seir, That, but cessyng, thy glor and lovyng syngis: Manifest to the, and patent, bene all thyngis; Thy spows, and queyn maid, and thy moder deir. 25

Concord for ever, myrth, rest, and endles blys, Na feir of hell, nor dreid of ded, thar is In thy sweit realm, nor na kynd of ennoy, Bot all weilfair, eys, and euerlestand joy; Quhais hie plesance, Lord, lat ws neuer mys! Amen. 5

THE TENTH BUKE OF ENEADOS.

CAP. I.

_Quhou Jupiter the court of goddis dyd call, And Venus makis complaynt amangis thame all._

On breid, or this, was warp and maid patent The hevynly hald of God omnipotent. The kyng of men and fader of goddis all Ane consale or a sessioun maid do call, Amang the spretis abufe and goddis gret, 5 Within hys sterrit hevyn and mylky set: Quharfra, amyd hys trone sittand full hie, Our all the erd he mycht behald and se The Troianys castellys, and the pepill Latyne. Down sat the Goddis in thar segis dyvyne, 10 The faldyn ȝettis baith vp warpyt braid; First Jove hym self begouth, and thus he said. O hevynly wightis, of gret power and mycht, Quhou is betyd ȝour myndis bene sa lycht, That ȝour decreit fatal and sentens hie 15 Retretit thus and turnyt bakwartis suld be? Or quhy with frawart myndis now of layt Aganys ȝour ressonabill oraclys ȝe debait? My will was not at the Italianys In batale suld concur contrar Troianys. Quhat maner discord be this at we se, 5 Expres agane our inhibitioun? said he: Quhat dreid or reuerens thame, or thame, hes movyt To ryn till armys, and rasys weir controvit? Or hes sic wys persuadyt to bargane, With bludy wapynnys rent, and mony slane? 10 Haist not the sesson to provoke nor prevene; Of batale cum sal detfull tyme bedene, Heireftir, quhen the fers burgh of Cartage To Romys boundis, in thar feirfull rage, Ane huge myscheif and gret qualm send sall, 15 And thyrll the hie montanys lyke a wall: Than war just tyme in wreth to mak debait, Than war the tyme to rug and reif thus gait. Now of sic thingis leif and desist; with me Glaidly do makis frendly amyte. 20 A few wordis on this wys Jupiter said; Bot not in quhoyn wordis him answer maid The fresch goldyn Venus: O thou, quod sche, Fader of all, O eternal powste, Regnand abuse all men, and Goddis eik, 25 To the I cum, the rewthfully beseik, Sen thar nane other maieste bene, ne glor, That in sik neid may help ws to implor. Thow seys quhou, with bost and felloun feir, The Rutilianys makis gret derray and steir; 30 And quhou Turnus, pransand on semly stedis, Throw owt the ostis rydis in steill wedis; And quhou orpyt and prowdly ruschis he Amyd Troianys, be fawour of Mars, quod sche. The strenth of wallys, nor the portis schet, 5 May nocht salf Troianys; lo, within the ȝet, Amyd the clos muralȝeis and paill, And dowbill dikis, quhou thai thame assaill, Quhill the fowceis of blude rynnys on spait: Eneas absent of this na thing wait. 10 Quhidder gif that thou list suffir neuermar Thar sege scalit, nor thame fre of dangar? Behald agane abowt new Troys wall, Ȝit bot begyn to byg, and not clos all, Quhou inveroun musteris thar ennemyis: 15 Ane other ost and sege abowt thame lyis, And newly, lo, Tedeus son, not far From Arpos cite into Calabar, To wery Troianys movis, Diomed. I feill agane my wondis newly bleid; 20 And I, thy blude, thi get, and douchter schene, Ȝit mortale wapynnys mon thoil eik and sustene! Gyf the Troianys, but thy benevolens, Or repugnant to thy magnificens, Hes socht onto the cost of Italy, 25 Lat thame be punyst and thar cryme aby; And I sall suythly stand content for me, Thou mak thame na kynd help nor ȝit supple. Bot gif thai followit haue for thar behufe Sa feill responsis of the Goddis abufe, 30 With syndry admonitiouns, charge, and redis Of the infernal wightis and spretis that ded is, Than wald I knaw the caus or resson quhy That ony mycht pervert or ȝit bewry Thy commandmentis? how, or quharfor, may thai 5 New fatys mak, and the ald do away? Quhat nedis to rehers, quhou on the cost Of Scycilly thar schippis brynt war lost? Or quharto suld I dwel, to schaw ȝou thus, Quhou be the God of tempest, Eolus, 10 The rageand wyndis send war our alquhar, Or Iris catchit throw clowdis of the ayr? Now movyt eyk bene fendlych wightis affrayt: Befor, only that chance was onassayt; Bot now Alecto newly is furth sent 15 Into the ovir warld, that fell torment, With Bacchus fury enragit by and by, Walkand throu all citeis of Italy. Na thyng I paus on the empyre, quod sche, Allthocht we hoip had at sic thing suld be, 20 Quhen fortoun schew tharof sum apperans: Lat thame be victour quham thou lyst avans. And gif na realm in this warld remanys, Quhom thy stern spous list geif to the Troianys, I the beseik of Troy by the rewyne, 25 By that subuersioun rekand, and huge pyne, Suffyr that ȝyng Ascanyus mot be Salf fra all wapynnys, and of perrell fre; And, at the lest, in this ilk mortall stryve Suffir thy nevo to remane alyve. 30 As for Ene, forsuyth, I mak na cair: Thoill hym in onkowth stremys, as he was ayr, Be dryve, and warpyt euery sey abowt, To follow furth in danger and in dowt Quhat curs and went at fortoun lyst hym sent; 5 Mot it ples the fader omnipotent That I may bot defend ȝon litill page, And hym withdraw from this fers weris rage. I haue in Cipyr the cite Amathus, And the hie standand burgh that hayt Paphus, 10 And eik the ille yclepyt Cythera, The hallowyt hald als of Idalya, Quhar, rendryt vp all armys in that stede, Duryng hys age he sobir lyfe may led. And command eik with gret fors and mastry 15 The burgh of Cartage down thryng Italy; Fra thyne sal na thing resist nor gaynstand Contrar citeis of Tyre or Affrik land. Quhat proffit has it done, or avantage, Of Troys batale to haue eschape the rage, 20 And throw amyd the Grekis fyrys eik Haue fled away, and throw the sey haue seik, Sa feill dangeris bywent and ourdryve Our streym and landis; gyf that thus belyve Troianys hes socht till Itaill, to vpset 25 New Troys wallys, tobe agane doun bet? Had not bene bettir thame in thar natyve hauld Had syttin still amang the assys cauld, And lattyr isillys of thar kynd cuntre, Or barrand soyll quhar Troy was wont tobe, 30 Than thus, fra ded to ded, from payn to payn, Be catchit on, and euery day be slane? Restor, I pray the, to thai wrachit wightis Xanthus and Symoes, fludis quhilk of rychtis Was wont tobe thar propyr herytage: 5 O fader, suffir the fey Troiane barnage To seik agane quhat hard myschance befallys To Troy or Ilion with thar brokyn wallys.

CAP. II.

_To Venus complaynt Juno fra end till end Maid hasty ansuer, hir actioun to defend._

The queyn Juno than, but mair abayd, Prykkyt with felloun fury thus furthbrayd: 10 Quhy doys thou, said scho, to me sik offens, Constrenyng me brek clos profund sylens, And with thy wordis, quhar ayr I was koy, Prouokis to publys and schaw myne hyd ennoy? Quhat maner man, or quhilk of goddis, lat se, 15 To move batale constrenyt hes Ene, Or to engyre hym self to Latyn kyng As mortal fa, within hys proper ryng? I geif the cace, to Italy socht he Of the fatys by the autoryte, 20 Provokyt tharto be the wyld dotage Of wod Cassandra in hir fury rage: Lat se, for all this, gyf that anys in sport To leif hys strenthis we dyd hym exhort; Or forto put hys lyfe in ony danger; To sayll, or submyt hym to wyndis seir? Lat se, gyf we hym causyt to walk at large, 5 And till ane bab commyt the batellis charge, And governance haill of hys cite wallys? Lat se gyf we, how evir the chance befallys, Persuadyt hym forto commove and steir Other quyet pepill with hym to rays the weir, 10 Or till adione vp frendschip and ally With Tyrrhene pepill and folk of Tuscany? Quhat God amovit hym with sic a gawd In hys dedis to oys sik slyght and frawd, Or quhilk of our hard poweris wrocht sic thyng? 15 Quhar was Juno with all, this lady ȝyng? Or quhar was sche also quhen, ȝistir nycht, Irys was send down throu the clowdis brycht? Is this a thing full onlesum, but let, Thocht Italianys with flambys ombeset 20 The new cite of Troy vprysand, lo? And is it not full gret dispyt also That, in hys natyve land and faderis ryng, Turnus remane, or pretend tobe kyng, Quhamto the God Pylumnus grandschir is, 25 And haly nymphe Venylia moder, I wys? Quhat! thinkis thou lesum is at Troianys infeir Violens to mak with brandis of mortall weir Agane Latynys, syk onkowth heritage Tyll occupy and subdew in bondage, 30 And thar catale in spreth to dryve away? Quhat! haldis thou lesum als, I pray the say, From otheris to withdraw sa thyftuusly Thar eldfaderis and maist tendyr ally, Or, from betwix thar breist and armys tway, 5 Thar treutht plyght spowsys forto reif away? To cum and beseik trewys in strange landis, With syng or takyn of paix born in thar handis; And, netheles, to mak reddy for weir, Purvay thar schippis, provide armour and geir? 10 To salf Ene, hes thou not power and mycht From Grekis handis hym to withdraw be slycht, And set in sted of that man, light as lynd, Owder a clowd or a waist puft of wynd? And eik thou may transform the schippis, quod sche, 15 Intil alsmony Goddessis of the see: Bot, be the contrary, Rutilyanys ofspryng We suld support, that is forbodyn thyng! Thy son Ene, mysknawyng this deray, As thou allegis, is absent now away: 20 And quhat iniurys, absent mot he remane, And ignorant for ay of this bargane? Thow has Paphos, thyne is Idalia, And thyne mot be the ile of Cithera: Sen thou hes all thir at command and will, 20 Lat other folkis in paix and rest dwell styll. Quharto assalzeis thou a strang cite, That hes bene oft exercyt in melle, And lyst invaid pepill with hartis kene? I can not fynd quhat occasioun ȝe meyn. 30 Haue we etlyt the Phrigyane febill geir Down from the grund to welt our into weir? Quhidder was it we, or than Parys, that faltyt, That wrachit Troianys by Grekis war assaltit? Quhat was the caus, that Europ and Asya 5 To rays the weir in armys war sa thra Aganyst otheris, and thar auld allyans With thiftuus reif to brek on sic myschans? Was I not governour and cheif ledar thar, The tyme quhen that the Troiane adulterar 10 Ombesegyt the cite of Spartha, And the queyn Heleyn reft and brocht awa? Or quhidder gif I evir into that weir Mynysterit dartis, wapynnys, or sic geir? Or ȝit that bargane stuffyt or bet, lat se, 15 With Cupydis blynd lust and subtilite? Than had bene honest tyme, and ganand baith, Till haue previdit for thy frendis skaith: Now, al to layt, with thyne iniust complantis Aganyst ws thou rysis, and attantis 20 Forto warp owt thy vane wordis chydyng, Quhilk certis may avale the in na thing. With siclyke wordis Juno fra end to end Gan hir querrell sustene and als defend; And all the hevynly wightis dyd quhyspir and rown, 25 In opynyonys full diuers, vp and down: Lyke as first, or wyndis blast be persave, The swouch is hard within the woddis waif, With frasyng soundis quhisland, ȝit onknaw Quharof cumis this bruyt owt throw the schaw; 30 All thocht it be to maryneris a syng, Of wyndis blast to follow sur taknyng. The Fader than omnipotent maist hie, That our all thingis hes souerane maieste, Begouth to say; and, quhen he spak, all cessyt: 5 The hevynly heich hows of Goddis was pecyt; The erthis grund schuke trymlyng for feir, And still, but movyng, stud the hevynys cleir; The wyndis eik thar blastis lowynt sone; The sey calmyt hys fludis playn abone. 10 Ressaue, quod he, my sawis, and tak tent, And thir my wordis within ȝour myndis emprent. Sen that algatis ȝit may not sufferit be Latynys considir with Troianys and Ene, Nor ȝe can nocht mak end of ȝour debait, 15 I sall me hald indifferent, the meyn gait, And as for that, put na diuersyte Quhiddir so Italianys or Troianys thai be; Quhow evir this day the fortoun with thame standis, Bruke weill thar chance and werd on athir handis, 20 Lat ich of thame hys hoip and fortoun sew: Quhidder so the fatys hes determyt of new Troianys tobe assegit with Italianys To thar myscheif, or wraik of the Troianys, Quhilkis with frawart admonytions sa lang 25 Peraventour hes errit and gane wrang; Nowder Troianys nor Rutilianys freith will I. Lat athir of thame thar awin fortoun stand by, And bruke thar wark thai haue begun; but faill, Kyng Jupiter salbe to all equale. 30 The fatis sal provyd a way mair habill. And with that word, fortill hald ferm and stabill Hys godly aith and promys sworn hes he, Be Stix the flude, Pluto hys broderis see, Be that ilk pykky layk with brays blak, 5 And laithly golf, to kepe all that he spak; And, til afferm hys aith, at hys lykyng The hevynnys all maid trymbill, for a syng. Thus endit was the consale, and al doyn, And Jupiter rays fra hys goldyn troyn: 10 Quham hevynly wightis amyddis thame with joy Ontill hys chymmys ryall dyd convoy.

CAP. III.

_Quhou the Troianys defendis thar cyte, Eneas absent sekand mair supple._

Duryng this quhile, all the Rutilianys stowt The cite portis lappit rownd abowt, Forto down bet the Troianys, euery fyre, 15 Inveroun all the wallys with hait fyre. Eneas barnage, at myschefis huge Thus ombeset, and segyt but refuge, Inclusyt war but hop to wyn away, And sobyrly at defens, as thai may, 20 On the hie towris hedis stud on raw: Ful thyn the cirkyllys of the wallys law Thai mannyt abowt; for in the first front stude Jasyus, Imbrasus son, and eik the gude Tymetes, son of strang Icetoan, And by thame alsso the Assaracus twane, The eldar Thybrys with Castor full wroth; 5 Brethir germane to kyng Sarpedon boith, Quham Clarus had, and Hemon, ferys twa, Followyt from the hie realm of Lycya. Ane Agmon of Lyrnesya fast tharby Presys with all the fors in hys body 10 A felloun stone to welt the wallys tyll, Quhilk semyt be a gret part of a hyll; Na les of statur than hys fader Clytyus Was he, nor ellys hys brother Mnestheus. With dartis thai assaill the cite fast, 15 And thai defend with slungis and stane cast; Sum presys thik the wyld fyre in to slyng, The arrowys flaw spangand fra euery stryng. The Dardane child, the ȝyng Ascanyus, Principall thocht and cuyr of Dame Venus, 20 Amyd the rowtis, in covert quhar he ȝeid, Thar mycht be seyn in hys fresch lustyhed, Lyke as ane gem, with hys brycht hew schynyng, Departis the gold set amydwart the ryng, Or in the crownell pyght, or rych hynger, 25 Quhilk doys the nek array, or the hed ger; And mair semly than evir bane to se, Craftely closyt within the box of tre, Or than amyd the blak terebynthyne Growys by Orycia: and, as the geit dois schyne, 30 Hys curland lokkis hyngis down weill dek About hys schuldris our hys mylk quhyte nek; Ane circulet of plyabill gold so bryght Abuf hys haris apon hys hed weil pyght. Thow Ismarus, of magnanymyte 5 Fulfyllit, eik thar myght men the se, Invnctand venemus schaftis the ilk tyde, Addres dartis, and wyrk wondis full wyde; Cummyn of the gentill blude of Meony, In Lyde cuntre born thou was, fast by 10 The plentuus sulze quhar the goldyn ryver Pactolus warpys on grund the gold vre cleir. Reddy at hand was Mnestheus wight, Quham the renowne of this ȝistir nycht, For that he Turnus our the dychys drave, 15 Full prowd maid in hys curage our the laif: With hym was Capys thar alsso, quham by The town Capua is namyt in Champany. Thus ather party into hard barganyng Stude at debait, quhill Eneas the kyng, 20 With all hys ferys, baith day and mydnycht Slydis throw owt the salt famys lyght. For eftir that fra kyng Evander he Departit was, as heir abufe said we, And entrit in amyd the Tuscane tentis, 25 The kyng he socht, and tald hym hys ententis, Hys name to hym rehersyng, and hys blude; And hys desyre, fully to conclude, Hes schawyn planely, twychand quhat he socht, And quhat supple alsso with hym he brocht; 30 And tald quhat army prowd Mezentyus Had convenyt, and how the bald Turnus So violent and fers was in hys will, Exhortyng hym to tak gude heyd heirtill; And how instabill was all warldis chance, 5 All manis surte hyngand in ballance: And onto this hys request and prayer Adionyt hes on ful gudly maner. Thar was na mair delay, bot Tarchon kyng Al reddy was to fulfyll hys lykyng, 10 With moblys and all ryches at command, And vp gan knyt thar fordward and cunnand Of amyte and perpetuall ally: Than of the fatys fre, in thar navy, At command of the Goddis, pepill Tuscane 15 Ar entrit in thar schyppys euerilkane, Submytting thame ontill a strange duke. Eneas barge than furth the vayage tuke Befor the laif, as almeral of the flote, And in hir stevyn kervyn full weil, God wot, 20 The lyonys that the Phrygyane armys bene; Abufe the quhilkis porturat fair and greyn Was Ida forest, to fugytyve Troianys Thar best belovyt wod and natyve wanys. In hyr was set the gret prynce Eneas, 25 That with hym self can mony thing cumpas Twychyng the chancis of batal in that tyde: Pallas adionyt sat by hys left syde, And he at hym dyd wysly ask and speir The curs and namys of the starnys cleir, 30 Quhilk in the styl hevyn schynys on the nycht: Now speris he, franand with all hys myght, To knaw Eneas wandryng be the see, And quhou huge payn he had on landis dre.

CAP. IV.

_Heir comptis Virgill the pepil of Tuscane, Quhilkis with Eneas com to the bargane._

Ȝhe Musys now, sweit Goddessis ychone, 5 Oppyn and onclos ȝour mont of Helycon: Reveil the secretis lyand in ȝour mycht, Entone my sang, addres my style at rycht, To schaw quhat pyssance, ostis, and army, At this tyme from the boundis of Tuscany 10 In falloschyp com with the prynce Ene, And stuffyt schippys of weir set to the see. Fyrst, prynce Massycus cummys with hys rowt, Into hys barge Tygrys, with stelyt snowt, Sowchand throw owt the fludis quhar scho went, 15 A thowsand stowt ȝong men of hys talent Vndir hym ledyng, for the batale bown, From Clusyum com vmquhile, that nobell town, And fra the Tuscane cite of Cosa; Baith castyng dartis and flanys vsyt tha, 20 With arrow casys and other quavyrris lycht, And mortal bowys buklyt for the fyght. Sammyn furth salys Abas; and hym by Hys barnage stud enarmyt rychely; Hys weirlyke schip our the fludis ilkane Of God Appolloys goldyn statw schane: The rych cyte of Populonyas, 5 Hys natyve cuntre, quharof born he was, Sax hundreth men of armys in wer expert With hym hes send; and the ile in that part Illua callyt, within the Tuscane see, Sa rych of steill it may nocht wastyt be, 10 Thre hundreth eik hes send with hym to pas. The thryd capitane, worthy Asylas, Of Goddis eik and men interpretur, Of euery spayng craft that knew the cuyr, Quhat the hart pypis and bestis entralys ment, 15 Quhat signyfeit the starnys, quhar thai went Thar rycht cursis abufe the hevynnys hie, And euery byrdis vocis weil knew he, And quhat betaknyt, schynnyng from the hevyn, Thyr fyry blastis, or this thundris levyn; 20 A thousand men assemlyt with hym ledis, With awful speris and scharp grundyn hedis: Quham the Hetruscane cite, Pysa gude, Inhabyt first from Alpheus that flude, Send tyll obey hym as thar capitane. 25 Syne followys Astur, the semlyast of ane, Astur, maist sovyr horsman forto seik, Of variant cullour was hys armour eik; Thre hundreth walyt men with hym he led. All of a will, furth to the batal sped 30 The folkis alhail dwelt in the cite sweit Of Agelyn, otherwys callyt Cerete, And thai that dwellys in tha feldis, I wys, Endlang the bankis of flude Mynyonys, Or intill ancyent Pyrgus town alssua, 5 Or inhabytys the cyte Grauyssa, Ful contagius of tempest and grews ayr. Suld I the pretermyt, sen thou was thar? I meyn the, Cygnus, of Lygurianys The cheif ledar, amang other capitanys 10 Ane the maist forcy into batal sted. Ne wil I not forȝet, suld I be ded, The, strang Cupauus, with thy few menȝe, Fra quhais tymbret rysys apon hie The lusty swannys fedrame, brycht and scheyn: 15 The cryme and caws of all ȝour woful teyn Was luf and amouris, or pompus array Schrowd in ȝour faderis connysans al to gay. For, as thai tell, quhil dolorusly Cygnus Maid hys complant amang the scroggy bus 20 Of poppill tre branschis lang and squar, Quharin the twa systeris transformyt war, And gan bewail Phaeton, hys best belovyt; Quhil that he sang and playt, as hym behwyt, The dolly tonys and lays lamentabill, 25 With sic regrate to comfort and astabill Hys hevy amorus thochtis ennoyus, In quhite canos soft plumys joyus Became ourheld, in lyknes of a swan, And led hys age na mar furth lyke a man, 30 Bot tuke hys flycht vp from the erd in hy, And with a swouchand voce socht in the sky. Hys son, this tyde, havand hys falloschippys Distribut equaly into syndry schippys, Amang the navy and the flote at large, 5 With ayris rollys furth hys bustuus barge, Clepyt Centaurus, and ithandly syne he Dryvys throu fludis of the stormy see: Byg of statur stude he lyke to feght, Bostand the streme with ballast of huge weght, 10 And with hys lang and lusty ballyngar Ourslydis the deip fludis in thar fair. The nobill Ocnus from hys natyve land A fair army assemlyt brocht at hand, Son of God Tibris, the Tuscane ryver, 15 Beget apon Manthus the lady cleir, That was baith nymphe and famus prophetes: Thys Ocnus was the ilk man quhilk expres Of Mantua the cite dyd he wall, And eftir hys said moderis name can call 20 Mantua, myghty of ald ancystry And forfaderis: bot hys geneology Was not of ane kynrent cummyn all; For that town had thre clannys principall, And, vnder euery clan or trybe of tha, 25 War other sobyr famyllis twys twa: Mantua eik was cheif and principal hed Till all thir pepill wonnyng in that sted, Takand thar fors and hardyment ilkane From the lynage and nobill blude Tuscane. 30 Mezentius, throu hys auld tyrranny, Furth of this cite aganyst hym in hy Fyve hundreth men till armys maid do steir; Quham Myncyus, the fresch rynnand ryver, That from the lowch of Bennacus ischis down, 5 And is ourheldyt all with redis brovn, Hes careit to the braid seys large Within thar weirly schip and awfull barge. Furth held the stowt and degest Aulestes, Quhilk with gret strenth of rowaris in that pres, 10 Rasyng thame on thar thoftis for the nanys, The fludis smate with hundreth arys at anys, Quhil that the famy stowr of stremys le Vp weltis from the braid palmys of tre. The mekill howk hym bair was Tryton callyt; 15 For in hir forestam was the monstre stallyt, With watry trumpe fleyand the fludis gray: Quhar as scho salyt, men mycht se hym ay With byrsy body porturyt, and vissage All rowgh of harys, semyng of cullage 20 In mannys form fra hys cost to hys crown; Bot from hys belly, and thens fordwart dovn, The remanent straucht lyke a fyschis tayll, In symylitude of huddon or a quhaill; Vndre the breist of this ilk bysnyng thyng 25 The sey wallys bulrand makis murnyng. Sa mony walyt capitanys, nobill men, In help of new Troy, with schippys thrys ten, Slydis throw the salt stremys of the see With stelyt stevynnys and bowand bylge of tre. 30

CAP. V.

_Eneas schippis, translait in Nymphis of see, Tald hym quhou Turnus assegit the cyte._

Be this declynyt was the days lyght; The moyn intill hyr waverand cart of nycht Held rollyng throw the hewynnys myddil ward; As Eneas, the Troiane prynce and lard, For thochtis mycht na wys hys membris rest, 5 Sa mony curys in hys mynd he kest, Bot sat in proper person, and nane other, To steir hys carvell and to rewle the ruther, And forto gyde the salys takand tent. Onone, amyd hys curs, thar as he went, 10 Recontyris hym hys falloschip in hy Of Nymphis, quham of schippys and his navy The haly moder, clepyt Cybele, Maid to becum Goddessys in the see: All sammyn swam thai, hand in hand yfeir, 15 And throw the wallys fast dyd sewch and scheir, Als feill in numbyr Nymphys throw the flude, As laitly with thar stelyt stevynnys stude Of Troiane schippys by the costis syde. A weil far way, as our the streme thai glyde, 20 Thar kyng thai knaw, and all in carralyng About hys schyp went circulyt in a ryng. Amangis quham, in speche the maist expert, Cymodocea to the wail astert, And with hir rycht hand can the eft casteill Do gryp onon, that all hir bak ilk deill Abuf the sey watir dyd appeir: Beneth the calmyt stremys fair and cleir With hir left hand craftely swymmys sche; 5 Syne on this wys spekis till Enee, That of this wonderus mervell knew na thing: Walkis thou or not, thou verray Goddis ofspryng, Our prynce and master Eneas? now awaik, Takill thy schippys, and thy schetis sclaik. 10 We beyn thy navy and thy flote, quod sche, Bowyt sum tyme of fyr and bych tre, Grew in the haly top of mont Ida, And now, as present thou behald ws may, Nymphes we beyn, and salbe euermor. 15 For, as ȝon faithles Turnus by the schor Invadyt ws with glavys and with fyre, On fors constrenyt for the flambys schire, Thy cabillys we in sundyr brak in haist, To seik the throw the sey, as we war chaist: 20 And than the moder of Goddis, Cybele, Havand of ws compassioun and piete, In this figour has ws all translait, For euermar to be deificat, As Goddessys, quhar so ws lykis best, 25 Amangis the fludis forto leif and lest. Bot thy deir child, ȝyng Ascanyus stowt, Besegyt is, and closyt rownd abowt With wallys, fowcy, and trynschis, ather syde, Amyd dartis or quarrellys fast doys glyde, 30 And dreidfull hostis of stern pepill Latyne, By weir enforsyng to distroy all thyne. Evandrus horsmen, clepyt Arcadanys, Mydlyt sammyn with Hetrurianys, Quham in thy help thou sendis by the land, 5 Thai placis now, quhar as thou gaue command, Can occupy, abydand thy cummyng: Bot Turnus hes determyt, as certane thing, Gret garnysonys to send betwix thame sone, That ȝour hostis sall not togidder joyn. 10 Get vp, haue done, and sone in the mornyng, Alsswyth as the brycht day begynnys to spryng, Thy ferys haill thou fyrst to harnes call, And with thy scheild invynsibill tharwithall Thy selvyn schrowd, quham mychty God of fyre 15 To the, as ane maist souerane lord and syre, Has wrocht and gevyn, and with gold sa brycht The bordouris has ourgylt and forgit at rycht. Gyf thou belevys not my sawys invayn, The lyght of day to morn, I schaw the playn, 20 Huge hepys sal behald in feld dung down Of Rutilianys by fell occisioun. Thus said sche; and, departand with a skyp, By hir rycht hand sche schowys furth the schyp, As scho that was in that craft rycht expert; 25 And throw the wallys on the tother part Glydys away undir the fomy seys, Als swyft as ganȝe or feddyrrit arrow fleys, That stryvys forto pyngill with the wynd: The remanent hir followys fast behynd. 30 Anchises son, the gret Troiane Ene, Awondris, onwyttyng quhat this mycht be; And, netheles, hys curage dyd avance With this ilk fatale augury or chance: Syne schortly, lukand to the hevyn abone, 5 On this maner can pray and maid hys boyn. O blyssyt moder of the Goddis, quod he, That hallowyt art in the montane Ide, Quhamto the toppys of mont Dyndymane, And eik the towryt citeis mony ane, 10 With renyt lyonys ȝokkyt to the char, Ful tendyr bene and hartly euermar; Be thou in batall now my president, Be my protectrix, dewly takand tent At this orakyll be hastyt to our weill; 15 O haly Goddes, with happy fute of seill Cum and assistis to thyne awyn Troianys. No mor he spak, bot, with that word atanys, In the meyn quhile vpspryngis the brycht day, Chasand the clowdis of the nycht away. 20 And fyrst Eneas gan hys ferys command Thar baneris to displayt and follow at hand, Thar curage eik and curace to addres, And graith thame for the batail all expres. For he, be than, hys Troianys mycht behald; 25 And of the eft schyp into hys town and hald Men mycht hym se, and knaw, quhar at he stude, Hys schynand new scheild from amyd the flude Into hys left hand rasyt hie on hyght. The Troianys from the wallys of that sycht 30 War sa reiosyt, vp tha rasyt a cry That rerdis to the starnys in the sky. The hoip of hys returnyng hait as fyre Dowblyt thar curage, and vprasyt thar ire, That with thar handis fast thai dartis slyng, 5 With sic a dyn of clamour and crying, And trumpys blast rasyt within the town Sik maner bruyt, as thocht men hard the sovn Of crannys crowplyng, fleand in the ayr With spedy fard in randoun heir and thar; 10 As from the flude of Trace, hait Strymone, Vndre the dyrk clowdis, oft we se, Thai fle the weddris blast and rak of wynd, Thar glaidsum soundis followand thame behynd. Bot quhat mycht meyn this affeir and deray 15 A gret farly and wondyr was, perfay, To Turnus, kyng of Rutuleis, that tyde, And the Italiane dukis hym besyde: Quhill thai at last beheld towart the cost, And saw the navy cum and mekill ost, 20 Semand the sey of schippys all our flet. The creist or schynand tymbret, that was set Abufe Eneas helm and top on hyght, Kest byrnand flambys with a glytterand lycht; And eyk the goldyn boys of hys bukleir 25 Large fyry stremys on breid schew fair and cleir Lyke as the comete stern sanguynolent, With hys red cullour tryst and violent, Schynys sum tyme apoun the donk nycht; Or frawart Syrius, that fervent star brycht, 30 Quhilk with the scaldand heyt at hys rysyng Byrnys the erth of drowth, and is the syng Pretendand tyll all mortale folk, I ges, Contagyus infirmyteis and seiknes, That with hys schrewyt lyght canicular 5 Infekkyt all the hevynnys and the ayr. Bot Turnus hardy stalwart hie curage, For all this feir, demynyst nevir a stage, Quhilk manfully schup thame to withstand At the cost syde, and dyng thame of the land, 10 That on na wys thar thai suld arryve; And with glaid semlant gan his folk belyve Exortyng forto rays thar spretis on hie, And with hys wordis forthirmar eik he Gan thame repreif of thar sa hasty feir. 15 Lo! now present, says he, is cummyn heir The mater quhilk ȝe lang desyrit haue; The tyme is now to gryp in hand ȝour glaif; The tyme of batale reddy is at hand, Quhar strenth beis schawyn in stalwart stowr to stand. 20 Now euery man ramembir on his spows, Thynk on thar natyve land and dwellyng hows: Reduce ȝe now onto ȝour mynd, ilkane, The worthy actis of ȝour eldris bygane, Thar lovabyll fame, and ȝour awyn renowne; 25 And lat ws formest haist ws to the see, And thar recontyr our fays, or thai land, Quhill as thai first set fut apon the sand, With slyde to cummyn, half deil in effray, Or thai thar fut steppis ferm, and tak array. 30 Hap helpis hardy men, be myne avys, That weil dar tak on hand stowt interprys. Thus said he; and tharwith in hys thocht Devysis quham maist ganandly he mocht Led with hym, to resist and meit his fays, 5 Or quham he suld not from the sege vprays, Bot styll remane to ferm and clos the town, The wallys and the trynschis enveroun.

CAP. VI.

_Eneas fra the schippis landit his ost, And Turnus thame assalit at the sey cost._

In the meyn sesson, the Troiane Ene Begouth hys folkis from thar schippis hie 10 On bryggis and on plankis set on land: Mony abaid the ebbyng of the sand, Quhill the swarf fard wallys abak dyd draw, Than in the schaldis dyd thai leip on raw; And sum with ayris into coggis small 15 Etlyt to land. But tho amang thame all The prynce Tarchon can the schor behald, Thar as hym thocht suldbe na sandis schald, Nor ȝit na land bryst lyppyrryng on the wallys, Bot quhar the flude went styll, and calmyt all is 20 But stowr or bullyr, murmour or movyng; Hys stevynnys thydder steryng gan the kyng, And on this wys hys ferys dyd exort: Now, O ȝe walyt flour of weir, at schort, Bend vp ȝour ayris styth, and rays ȝour schippys, Haist owr the flude, bair to the schor with skyppys, And with ȝour stelyt stevynnys, ane and all, 5 Thys ground onfrendly to ws and innimicall Do scheir and cleif in sundyr lyke a stok, Lat euery barge do prent hir self a dok: Na fors I not in sik port by this meyn To brek the schyp, sa we the land atteyn. 10 Fra Tarchon had thir wordis said, but mair Hys feris startis ilk man till ane ayr. The stowrand famy bargis dyd rebound, Inrowand fast towart the Latyn grond, Quhyl that thar stammys tuke the bankis dry, 15 And thar kelys stak in the slyke fast by, But ony harm or danger, euery one. Bot sa tyd not onto thy schyp, Tarchon: For in the schald scho stoppys, and dyd stand Apon a dry chyngill or bed of sand, 20 A lang tyme all to schakyng with the flude; Quhill fynaly, thar rokkand as scho stude, To brystis scho, and ryvys all in sondyr, Warpyt the men amyd the faym thar vndir; The plankis, hechis, and mony brokyn ayr, 25 That on the streym went flotand heir and thar, Maid to thar landing gret impediment, And slyddry glar so from wallys went That oft thar feyt was smyttyn vp on loft: Bot finaly, all drowkyt and forwrocht, 30 Thai salwyt war, and warpyt to the cost. Than na delay of sleuth, nor feir, ne bost, Withheld Turnus, bot with hys haill armee Aganyst Troianys by the cost of the see He dyd array all sammyn in that stound. 5 The trumpettis blew thar bludy weirlyke sownd: And fyrst, in syng of gud luk in the weris, Ene the rowtis of the lauboreris, Or rurall husbandis, invadis and ourset, And hes the Latyn commonys haill doun bet, 10 By slauchter fyrst of thar chiftane, Theron, Amang all otheris the biggast man of one, Quhilk set apon Eneas or he wyst: Bot he throw owt hys syde hys sword hes thryst, Persyt the stalwart platit scheild of steill, 15 And throw the schynand hawbrek euery deill; The giltyn mailȝeis makis hym na sted, For in the cost he tholys dynt of ded. Syne smate he Lychas, and hym hes al to torn, That of hys ded moderis waym was furth schorn, 20 And onto Phebus God was consecrait, And was sa chancy in hys ȝong estait That he the swerd eschapit by hys hap; Bot not at this tyme so the dedis clap. And not far thens this douchty Eneas 25 Kyllyt the dowr and stalwart Cysseas, And put to deth the bustuus Gyas strang, That with hys burdoun down haill rowtis dang: Thar strenthy handis helpyt thame na thyng, Nowder Hercules wapynnys nor armyng 30 Mycht thame defend, nor ȝit thar syre, that heght Melampus, and companȝeon was in feght To Hercules in hys sair journeis feill, Quhil he in erth was levand and in heill. And lo, as Pharon cryis and dois rowst 5 With haltand wordis and with mekill woust, Eneas threw a dart at hym that tyde, Quhilk, as he gapyt, in hys mowth dyd glyde. And thou also, the fey Greyk, Cydon, Quhilk strangly luffyt thir ȝong childer ichone, 10 As thou the ȝyng Clytius dyd persew, Quhais ȝallow berd begouth to spryng of new, And was alhaill thy new lust and desyre, Be the rycht hand of this ilk Troiane syre Thar had bene maid end of thy amouris greyn, 15 And wrachitly had lyin ded, I weyn, War not the brethir of the clan Phorcanys Apon Eneas assemblit all atanys: In numbyr sevyn thai war, and dartis sevin Alsammyn thai kest, forcy as fyry levin; 20 Of quham sum dyd, but harm or other deir, Stot from hys scheild, his hewmet, or hed geir; And sum, that wald haue hyt hys corps in hy, Venus hys haly moder choppyt by. Than to the traist Achates said Ene: 25 Reik me dartis and castyng speris, quod he, That in the Grekis bodeis fixit stude, Quhilum in Troys planys bedyit with blude; And my rycht hand sall thraw thame so ilkane On Rutulanys, that nane sal sle invane. 30 A bustuus schaft with that he grippyt has, And incontrar hys aduersaris gan tays, Quhilk flaw towartis Meonyus fast by: Owt throw the scheild platit with steill in hy Duschyt the dynt, and throw the corslettis glydis, 5 Gyrd throw the cost persyng baith the sydis. Onto hym startis Alcanor, hys brothir, To beir hym vp, quhen that he saw hym schuddir, With hys rycht arm, bot throw hys gardy sone The grundyn hed and bludy schaft ar done, 10 Furth haldand the self randoun as it went; The ryght arm, from the schulder al to rent, Apon the mankyt sennonys hyngis by, As impotent, quyte lamyt, and dedly. Than Numytor furth of hys brotheris corps 15 Ruggis the trunschoun, and with all hys fors It swakkis at Ene; bot he na mycht Had till attane ne wond the nobill knycht: Ȝyt with the dynt the gret Achates thee He hurt and strenȝeit has a litill wee. 20 With this come Clawsus, full of vassalage, Confidand in hys ȝouth and florist age, The Curytanys with hym brocht in the pres, And with a lang styf speir ane Dryopes Smate in the hals, vnder the chyn, sa sair 25 That hym byreft was in the place rycht thar Baith voce and spreit of lyfe; and that na wondir; For hys nek bayn and throte war carf in sondir, That doun he duschys with a felloun rerd, Quhil that hys forret raschit on the erd, 30 And of hys mouth, a petuus thing to se, The lopprit blude in ded thraw voydis he. Thre otheris syne this ilk Clawsus has slane, Born into Trace of the clan Boryane; And thre com fra the cite of Idas, 5 And other thre of cite Ismaras, By diuers chancis put he al to ded. Alesus hym recontris in that sted, And all the barnage com from Aurunca, That auld cite; and thame followys alssua 10 To that melle the son of Neptunus, That is to knaw, the worthy Mesapus, Quhilk into horsman craft was maist expert. Now presys this syde, and now ȝonderwart, To reill abak and to expell in fyght 15 Thar aduersaris, and mak thame tak the flycht: Thus by the cost Ausonya that tyde Hard wolx the batale apon athir syde. As thocht sum tyme amyd the large ayr The contrar wyndys stryvys heir and thar, 20 With brethfull blastis in thar equale mychtis: Nane lyst obey tyll other, all sa wight is; Nowder thai amang thame self, nor ȝit the clowdis, Ne ȝit the rageand seys, quhilkis sa lowd is; So that the bargane lang standis in dowt, 25 Quha salbe victor, and quha vnderlowt: Sa forcyly remanys the elementis Contrary otheris to thar awin ententis. Nane other wys the Troiane hostis in feild, And Latyn rowtis ȝokkit vnder scheild, 30 Metys in the melle: jonyt sammyn than Thai fewtyr fut to fut, and man to man.

CAP. VII.

_Quhou Pallas confortis his ost of Archadye, Quhilkis gave the bak and tuke purpos to fle._

Bot quhen that Pallas at ane owtyr syde Persavyt hys Arcad army that tyde In sic a place had takyn land attanys, 5 Quhar as a burn had warpyt rowand stanys, And buskis with the brays down had bet, That thai war in sa hard myscheif ourset, As men nocht vsyt forto go feght on fute, And than, constrenyt, knew nane other buyt, 10 For scharpnes of that sted, bot leif thar hors; That weil persauyt he how that on fors Thai gave the bak, and schupe to tak the flycht, The Latynys followand thame in all thar mycht: Than, quhile with prayer, now with wordis sowr, 15 Thar curage he enflambis to the stowr, Quhilk maner havyng is suyth, as is the creid, As vtir poynt remedy at sik a neid. My ferys, says he, quhidder do ȝe fle? I ȝou beseik, be ȝour gret renowne, 20 And be ȝour forcy dedis done of ald, And by ȝour pryncis fame, Evander bald, And be the oftis and mony victorys That ȝe in weir and batale wan feill sys, And be my gude beleif and hoyp, that now With haill confidens restis fixt in ȝow, As to atteyn onto my faderis glore, 5 To ondertak sik dedis done before; Do nevir, for schame, onto ȝour self that lak, To lyppyn in speid of fute and gyf the bak. With swerdys dynt behuffis ws, perfay, Throw amyddis our ennemys red owr way. 10 Quhar ȝondir sop of men thikkis in a rowt, Ȝondir is the passage quhar we moste wyn owt; Ȝondir ȝour noble cuntre wyl ȝe pas; Ȝon way to wend exhortis ȝour duke Pallas. Heir is na power of dyvynyte, 15 Nor Goddis mycht gaynstandyng ws, quod he: Nane other bargane haue we in thir fyghtis Bot agane dedly and with mortale wightis: Alsmony mortale bodeis heir haue we, And als feill handis to debait the melle. 20 Behaldis, quhou the sey with obstakill gret Inclusys ws, and at our bak can bet; On land is left ws heir na place to fle: Quhat! wald ȝe ryn to Troy owt throw the see? Thus said he, and forthwith, or he wald ces, 25 Amyd hys fays ruschit in the pres, Quhar as the rowtis thikast war in stowr. And first of other, to hys fatale howr, Hym metys Lagus, a Rutilyane; Quham fyrst ourrollyt with a mekill stane, 30 Throw gyrd hys cost syne with a castyng dart, Persyng hys rybbys throuch, at the ilk part Quhar beyn the cupplyng of the ryg bone, And the ilk schaft stak in hys cors onone. Pallas it joggillit, and furth drew in hy: 5 Quham ane Hysbon, standand neir tharby, Wenyt to have kawcht, bot the gryp he falyt; For as onwar he stowpyt, and devalyt, Wod wroth for wo of this myschews ded Of hys deir fallow, in the ilk sted 10 Pallas hym keppyt syk wys on hys brand That all the blaid, vp to the hylt and hand, Amyd hys flaffand longis hyd has he, On sik maner that na man mycht it se. Syne Pallas set apon Anchemolus, 15 And Sthenelus, that of the kyng Rhetus Prynce of Marrubyanys, ancyent pepill, beyn; The quhilk Anchemolus was that ilk, I weyn, Defowlyt hys faderis bed incestuusly, And had forlayn hys awyn stepmoder by. 20 And ȝe alsso, stowt gemel brether twa, Childer and sonnys onto hym Dawcya; Tymber, I meyn, and thy brother Laryde, Amyd the feild Rutiliane dyd abyde; Ȝe war sa lyke in form and symylitude 25 Nane mycht decern betwix ȝou quhar ȝe stude; Quhilk maner errour, or sik mysknawyng, To fader and mother is oft plesand thyng, Seand thar childer resembill ane lyknes: Bot at this tyme has Pallas, as I ges, 30 Markyt ȝou swa with sic rude differens, That by hys keill ȝe may be knaw fra thens. For swa stud with the, Tymber, thou art ded, Evandrus swerd hes swepyt of thy hed; And thy rycht arm of smyttyn, O Laryd, 5 Amyd the feild lyis the besyde, And half lyfles thi fyngyrris war sterand, Within thy neif doys gryp and faik the brand. Than schame and dolour, mydlit baith ourane, Baldis the pepill Arcad eueryane 10 To the bargane aganyst thar ennemys, For Pallas wordis maid thar curage rys, And eik, for thai beheld befor thar eyn Hys douchty dedis, thai hym love and meyn. For Pallas than throw gyrd Rheteus the kyng, 15 As he on cace glaid by on char fleyng: Na mair space was of tary ne delay That Ilus deth prolongit the ilk day; For as agane the, Ilo, with fell feir Pallas addressyt had a stalwart speir, 20 Rhetheus start in betwix, and cawch the dynt, As he on cace was fleand fers as flynt From thy handis, the maist forcy Teucras, And thy brother Tyres, that by the was: Ourweltis Retheus in ded thrawys atanys, 25 And with hys helys smayt the Rutilian planys, Tumlyt from hys hie cart chargit quhar he sat, And on the grund rebundis with a squat. And lyke as sum tyme in the symmyris drowth, Quhen wyndis rysys of the north or sowth, 30 In seir placis the hyrd, at hys desire, Amang the scroggy rammell settis the fyre; Wlcanus hostis of brym flambys red Spredand on breid, vpblesys euery sted; Than he that set the kyndillyng glaid and gay 5 Behaldis quhou that the low doys mak deray, Blesand and crakand with a nyce reuery: Non other wys, the Archadanys in hy All sammyn socht in feild with all thar mycht, And maid debait to help Pallas in fyght. 10 Bot tho Alesus, keyn into batale, Thame to recontyr etlys, and assaill, And gan hym self weil schrowd vnder his scheild; Syne manfully ruschit amyd the feild, Quhar that he slew ane Ladon, and Pheres, 15 And Demodocus eftir in the pres: As hym Strymonyus by the gorget grippyt, With hys brycht brand hys rycht hand be of quhyppyt; And Thoas syne sa smayt apon the hed With a gret stane, quhil mixt of blud all red 20 The harnys poplit furth on the brayn pan. Thys ilk Alesus fader, as witty man, Forto eschew hys sonnys fatys strang, Hyd hym prevely the thik woddis amang: Bot, fra the auld Alesus lay to de, 25 And ȝeldis vp the breth with wawland E, The fatale systeris set to hand onon, And can this ȝong Alesus so dispon, That by Evandrus wapynnys, the ilk stownd, He destinat was to caucht the dedis wond. 30 Towart quham Pallas bownyt has ful sone, And in hys renk on this wys maid hys boyn: Now grant, thou God and fader Tyberyne, Gude chance and fortoun to this hed of myne The quhilk I tays apon this castyng speir, 5 That it may throw Alesus body scheir; And ȝon harnes, cote armour, and spulȝe brycht, Quhilk now sa weirly schynys on ȝon knycht, Sall hyng apon ane ayk fast by thi bra. The God hys askyn hard, as he dyd pray: 10 For quhil Alesus onavisytly Cled with hys scheild Imaonus, hym by, That was to hym hys frend and fallow deir, Hys breist stud nakyt, but armour or geir, Quharin he Pallas dedly schaft ressauyt. 15 Bot Lawsus, wilfull hys syde to haue savyt, As he that was a gret part of the ost, And lyst not suffir, with sik feir na bost, Or slauchtir maid be Pallas and deray, At his cumpanȝeis suld caucht mair affray, 20 Ruschit in the melle; and first in hys teyn Slew Abas, that gret bargane dyd sustene. The thikast sop or rowt of all the pres, Thar as maist tary was, or he wald ces, Thys Lasus al to sparpillyt and invadys: 25 Down bettyn war the barnage of Archadys; Down bettyn eik war the Hethruryanys; And ȝhe also, feil bodeis of Troianys, That war not put by Grekis to vtyrrans. Than all the ostis semlyt with speir and lans, 30 The chiftanys all jonyt with hail poweris, The hyndmast wardis swarmyt all yferis; So thik in staill all marryt wolx the rowt, Oneys mycht ony turn hys hand abowt To weild hys wapyn, or to schuyt a dart. 5 Full douchtely Pallas on the ta part Inforcis hym to greif hys fays that tyde; Lawsus resistis on that othir syde. Thar agis was not far indifferent, And of maist semly statur, quhar thai went, 10 Thai war excellent of bewte baith tway; Bot so it stude, at fortoun, walloway! Wald nother suffir to hys realm resort. And, netheles, to meyt sammyn at schort, As into feild to preif thar hardyment, 15 The governour of hevyn omnipotent Lyst na way thoill: for, belyve eftir this, To athir of thame thar dedly fatys, I wys, To ane far grettar aduersar remanys, As heir onon doys follow vnder anys. 20

CAP. VIII.

_Quhou that fers Turnus has ȝong Pallas slane, For quham hys folkis makis gret dolour and mayn._

Duryng this fervour of the bargane swa, The haly nymphe, clepit Juturna, Hir brother Turnus dyd monys and exhort To succur Lawsus, and hys folk support; The quhilk Turnus, as in hys spedy char The myd rowtis went sloppand heir and thar, Beheld hys ferys debatand with Pallas: 5 Lo, now is tyme to desist, and lat pas All sic bargane, quod he; cessis in hy; For I will set on Pallas anerly; Only to me, and to nane other wight, The victory pertenys of sik a knycht; 10 Glaidly I wald hys fader stude heirby, This interprys to dereyn and aspy. Thus said he, and hys feris at command Voydit the feild, and all plane left the land. Than ȝong Pallas, seand Rutylianys 15 Withdraw the feild sa swith, and rovm the planys, At the prowd byddyng of thar prynce and kyng, Amervellit full gretly of this thing, And farly can on Turnus to behald, Our all hys bustuus body, as he wald, 20 Rollyng hys eyn, and all hys corps in hy With thrawyn luke on far begouth aspy; Syne movyng fordwart, with sic wordis on hie, To answer Turnus speche, thus carpys he: Owthir now, quod he, for ay be lovyt I sall 25 Of rych kyngly spulȝe triumphall, Quhilk heir I sall rent from myne aduersar, Or than salbe renownyt evirmar Of ane excellent end moist gloryus. Do wa thy bost and mannance maid to ws: 30 For my fader, quhom thou desyris besyde, Reputtis all elyke, quhou evir the chance betyde. And sayand thus, amyd the plane furth startis: The blude congelyt abowt Archadyane hartis. Turnus down lepys from hys twa quhelit char, 5 And bownys fast towartis his aduersar. Lyke as ane lyoun from the hillys hycht, Amyd the valle had scharply gottin a sycht Of sum prowd bull, with hys horn in the plane Addressand hym reddy to mak bargane, 10 Cummys bradand on the best fast in a lyng; On siclyke wys was Turnus tocummyng: And quhen that Pallas saw hym cum sa neir He mycht areke to hym a casting speir, Formast he bownys to the jonyng place, 15 Gyf sa betyd that fortoun, of hir grace, Hys interprys for stowt ondertakyng Wald help, or hym support in ony thing, As he that ȝong was, and of strenth all owt Na wys compeir to Turnus stern and stowt; 20 And to the gret Goddis in hevyn abone Apon this maner prayand said he sone: I the beseik, thou myghty Hercules, Be my faderis gestnyng, and the ilk des Quhar thou strangear was ressauyt to herbry, 25 Assist to me, cum in my help in hy, To perform this excellent fyrst journe; That Turnus in the ded thraw may me se Bereif fra hym hys bludy armour red, And, ȝaldand vp the breth in the ilk sted, 30 Mot with hys eyn behald me hym befor In hie tryumphe, with ourhand as victor. Gret Hercules the ȝong man hard onon, And from the boddum of hys hart can gron, Hydand hys smert for rewth of Pallas ȝyng, 5 Seand the fatys wald haue hys endyng; And for ennoy salt terys, all in vayn, Furth ȝettyng our hys chekis thyk as rayn. Tho Jupiter, hys curage to astabill, Thus to hys son spak wordys amyabill. 10 Tyll euery mortale wofull wight, perfay, Determyt standis the fixit lattir day; Ane schort and onrecoverabill term is set Of lyfe, quhen all most neydlyngis pay that det: Bot, to prolong thar fame by nobill dedis, 15 Fra vertuus wark that cumys and procedis. Quhou mony sonnys and deir childryn, said he, Of goddis kyn, vnder Troy wallys hie War done to ded, and brytnyt blude and bone! So that amangis all otheris Sarpedon, 20 My tendir get, my kyn, and blude, lyis slane. Forsuyth also, I say the into plane, The fynale fayt awatis Turnus in feild, The dait and methis approchis of hys eild. On this wys spak gret Jove to Hercules; 25 And, with that word, hys eyn towart the pres On the Rutilian feild addressis he. And, the ilk stownd, ȝong Pallas lattis fle With mekill fors at Turnus a gret speir, And syne onon hys brycht brand burnyst cleir 30 Hyntis furth of the scheith to mak debait. The schaft flaw towart Turnus, and hym smait Apon the schulder, abuf the gardis hie That rysys vmast tharvpon we se, And throw the bordour of the scheild swa persyt, 5 Quhill fynaly in sum deill it traversyt, And hurt a part of Turnus byg body. Than Turnus smyttyn, full of felony, A bustuus lance with grundyn hed ful kene, That lang quhile taysyt he in proper teyn, 10 Leyt gyrd at Pallas, and thus wys said he: Consider ȝoungkeir, gyf our lancis be, Bettir of tempyr and mair penytratyve. And, with the word, the schaft flaw furth belyve, So that the scharp poynt of the brangland speir 15 Throw owt amyddis of the scheild can scheir, Persand sa mony platis of irne and steill, And sa feill plyis of bull hydis ilk deill, All sammyn cowchit in hys target strang, The bustuus strake throw all hys armour thrang. 20 That styntit na thing at the fyne hawbryk, Quhil throu the cost thyrlyt the dedly pryk. Pallas, nocht schrynkand for the mortale dynt, Invane the hait schaft of hys wond lies hynt; For al togidder by the sammyn way 25 The blude and sawle passys hyne bath tway. Apon hys wond onon he ruschis down: Abuf hym rang hys harnes with a sovn: And that onfrendly erth inimycall, That in hys deth he suld not scryk nor call, 30 As was the gys, with bludy mowth bait he. Turnus, abufe hym standand, carpys on hie: O ȝhe pepill of Arcaid, takis tent, And my wordis do rehers and present To kyng Evander, sayand hym playnly, 5 That hys son Pallas to hym send haue I In sik array as that he hes deservyt; And, of my gentrys, wil he be preservit To all estait and honour funerall, With all solace pertenyng beryall 10 Of tumbe and of entyrment, as efferis. Na lytill thyng, perfay, into thir weris Hes hym bycost the frendschip of Ene. And, sayand thus, with hys left fut hes he Pallas ded corps ourwelt, or euer he stent, 15 And syne abowt hys sydis sone has rent Hys goldyn gyrdill, pasand a gret deill, Quharin was gravin craftely and weill Of Danavs douchteris the iniquyte, Quhou that the fyfty ȝong men, schame to se, 20 War fowlly murthuryt on the first nycht, As thai war spowsyt to thar ladeis brycht; The chalmeris portyrit war bysprent with blude: Quhilk historeis Eurition, warkman gude, Had carvyt weill and wrocht full craftely 25 In weighty platis of the gold massy; Of quhais spulȝe now is Turnus glaid, Joyfull and blyth that he it conquest had. O mannis mynd, so ignorant at all Of thingis tocum and chancis quhilkis may fall! 30 Vpheit sone in blynd prosperyte, Can not be war, nor myssour hald with the! The tyme sall cum quhen Turnus sall, persay, Hait and wary this spulȝe and this day, Desyrand he mycht by for mekill thing 5 That he had nevir twichit Pallas ȝyng. Abowt the corps assemblit tho his feris, With mekill murnyng and huge plente of terys; Apon a scheild Pallas body thai laid, And bair hym of the feild, and thus thai said: 10 O Pallas, quhou gret dolour and wirschyp To thy fader, and all hys falloschip, Sall thou rendir and bryng hame, said thai: This was to the in weyrfar the first day, Quhilk first in bataill dressyt the to go; 15 The ilk for ay has the bereft tharfro! And, not the les, thy swerd leiffis in the planys Gret hepys ded of the Rutilianys.

CAP. IX.

_The rich Magus na ranson mycht reskew, And preist Hemonydes, baith Eneas slew._

Tho nane incertane rumour nor demyng, Bot sovyr boydword cam thar, and warnyng, 20 Ontill Eneas of this gret myschance, Schawand quhou that his folkis stud in ballance. As bot in litill distans all from ded; The tyme requiryt forto set remeid, And succur Troianys quhilkis had tane the flycht. Than, as wod lyon, ruschit he in the fight, And all quham he arekis nerrest hand 5 Without reskew dovn mawis with his brand; The bytand blaid abowt hym inveroum Amyd the rowtis reddis large rovm. Enragit and inflambit thus in ire Throw owt the ostis Turnus, that prowd syre, 10 Quhilk had this new slauchtir maid, socht he: Ay prentand in hys mynd befor hys E The gudly Pallas, was sa stowt and ȝyng, And the gret gentryce of Evander kyng; The cheir and fest hym maid bot a stranger; 15 Per ordour all thing, quhou and quhat maner He was ressauyt, and tretit thankfully; Syne of hys band of frendschip and ally With athis sworn and interchangit handis, Remembryng tho his promys and cunnandis. 20 Amovit in this heit, or euer he stynt, Four ȝong men quyk he hes in handis hynt, That born was of the cite hecht Sulmon; Alsmony syne he takyn has onon Bred and vpbrocht besyde the flude Vfens, 25 Quham that he etlys forto send from thens To Pallas lykewalkis and obsequeis, To strow his funeral fyre of byrnand treis, As was the gys, with blude of presoneris, Eftir the ald rytis into mortale weris. 30 Syne hynt Eneas a perellus lance in hand, And it addressis far furth on the land To ane Magus, that subtell was and sle, And jowkit in vnder the speir has he; The schaft schakand flaw furth abufe hys hede; 5 And he Eneas in that samyn sted Abowt the kneis grippyt humylly, With petuus voce syne thus begouth to cry: Be thy deir faderys gost I the beseik, And be that gude beleif quhilk thou has eik 10 Of Ascanyvs vprysyng to estait, Thys silly sawle of myne, sa faynt and mayt, Thow salf to my a son and fader deir. I haue a hows, rych, full of mobillis seir, Quharin bedelvyn lyis a gret talent, 15 Or charge of fyne siluer, in veschell quent Forgyt and punsyt wonder craftely; Ane huge weght of fynast gold tharby, Oncunȝeit ȝit, ne nevir put in wark: Sa thou me salf, thy pyssans is so stark, 20 The Troianys glory nor thar victory Sal na thyng change nor dymynew tharby, Nor a puyr sawle, thus hyngand in ballance, May sik diuisioun mak nor discrepans. Thus said this silly Magus, all invane. 25 Quhamtill Eneas answeris thus agane: Sa mony talentis of fyne siluyr and gold, Quhilkis thou rehersand heir befor hes told, Do kepe onto thy small childyr and ayris; Lat thame bruke weill, I consent it be tharis. 30 All interchange and ransonyng, perfay, In this batale Turnus hes done away, Now laitly slayand ȝong Pallas, allace! That rewthfull harm, and that myschews cace, Felys baith Ascanyus and my faderis gost, 5 For thai na litill thyng tharby hes lost. Thus sayand, by the helm hym grippys he With hys left hand, and fast as he mycht dre Writh down hys nek, quharin, but mair abaid, Hys bludy brand vp to the hyltis slaid. 10 Not far thens stude Hemonydes allane, Prest onto Phebus and the thrynfald Dyane, On quhais hed wympillit holy garlandis With thar pendentis lyke to a mytyr standis, Hys habyt as the scheyn son lemand lycht, 15 And all hys armour quhite and burnyst brycht: Quham Eneas assalyt myghtyly, And gan do chays owt throw the feld in hy, That fleand stummyrryt and to grond went sone: The Troiane prynce down lowtis hym abone, 20 And with hys brand hym brytnys at devys, In maner of ane offerand sacryfys. The large schaddow of Eneas in feild Dyd haill the ded corps of this preist ourheld. Serestus sortis vp hys armour gay, 25 And on hys schuldris careit hes away, To hyng as trophe or syng victoriall Tyll Mars the God, quhilk Gradyus is call.

CAP. X.

_Quhat douchty chiftanys of the Latyn land That day Eneas kyllit with hys hand._

Ceculus, discendit of Wlcanus blude, And Vmbro eyk, the stalwart chiftane rude, That cum was fra the montanys Marsyane, The bargane stuffis, relevand in agane. Bot Eneas, discend from Dardanus, 5 Ganstandis thame, ful brym and furyus, And onto ane, hecht Anxurus, in the feild Of strak the left arm all dovn with the scheld; Quhilk had maid sum gret vant, spekand prowdly, Wenyng that in hys sawys by and by 10 Thar had bene gret effect, and hardyment, As thocht he wald extoll in hys entent Hys manhed to the hevyn and starnys hie, And promys to hym self, for hys bonte, Agit cannos hayr and lang proces of ȝeris: 15 Lo, now he lyggis law, for all hys feris! Syne baldly with glaid curage, as I ges, Agane Eneas can Tarquytus dres, In schynand armour wonder prowd and gay, Of Dryope born, the nymphe or schene may, 20 To Fawnus wonnyng in the woddis greyn; And, to recontyr Ene inflambyt in teyn, Kest hym selvyn: bot the tother, but feir, Buyr at hym mychtyly with a lang speir Throw owt hys scheild of pays and hawbrik fyne, That to the grond gan dovn hys hed declyne; All thocht he than full humylly hym besocht, And schupe to say mekill, all was for nocht. Hys pallat in the dust bedowyn stude, 5 And the body baithit in the hait blude Ene ourweltis, sayand thir wordis withall, With trublit breist and mynd inimicall: Now ly thow thar, that wenyt the so wight That thou was feirfull ontill euery wight. 10 Thy best belovyt mother sall the not haue To erd, as custum is, nor delf in grave, Na do thy bonys honour with sik cuyr As thame to lay in fadyrris sepultur; Bot salbe left to the wild bestis fuyd, 15 Or than the spait watir of this flude Sal bair the in the deip, and thar on raw With empty throtis sal thy banys gnaw Thir sey monstreys in thar wod rage, And lape thy blude thar hungar to asswage. 20 Syne, but delay, Antheus and Lycas, Quhilkis that of Turnus first ward ledaris was, Persewys he, and also Numa bold, And Camerthes, brycht schynand all of gold, Son of the manly Volscens capitan; 25 In all the fertill grond Ausonyane The richast man, and kyng was this Volscens Of Amyclys the cite of silens. And lyke as Egeon, the kyng of gyandis, Quhilk had, thai say, ane hundreth armys and handys. 30 And fyfty mowthys, of quham the fyre dyd schyne, As he into the batale gigantyne Incontrar Jovis thundir and fyre flaucht With alsmony scharp drawyn swerdis fawght, Clatterand in bargane with samony scheildis: 5 The sammyn wys, enragent throw the feildis Went Eneas, as victor with ourhand, Fra tyme that anys bedyit hys burnyst brand And wet he had in hait Rutiliane blude. So that alsso, in this ilk fury wod, 10 He draif at Nypheus amyd the breste bane, Set in hys fourquhelit chariot allane: Bot fra the hors on far dyd hym aspy Sa grym of cheir stalkand sa bustuusly, For feir thai start abak, and furth can swak 15 The duke Nypheus wyd oppyn on hys bak, And brak away with the cart to the schor, With stendis feill and mony bray and snor. The self stound, amyd the pres fut hoyt Lucagus entyris in hys chariote, 20 With quhyte hors drawyng wonder lustely, Hys brother Lyger sittand neir hym by; Thys Lyger led the renȝeis with hys hand, Bot bald Lucagus swakkis a burnyst brand. Eneas mycht nocht suffir nor sustene 25 Of thame sic fervour in thar felloun teyn, Bot ruschit furth, and with a gret speir Forganyst thame can into sycht appeir; Quhamto this Liger carpys apon he: Thou seys nocht Dyomedis stedis heir, said he, 30 Nor ȝit Achillis char persavis draw, Thocht athir venquyst the in feild, we knaw; Nor ȝit the Troiane planys behaldis thou: The end of thyne age and of bargane now Salbe maid in thir landis on this grond. 5 Sic wordis vayn and onsemly of sovnd Furth warpys wyde this Lyger fulychly: Bot the Troian barroun onabasitly Na wordis pressis to rendir hym agane, Bot at hys fa leyt fle a dart or flayn, 10 That hyt Lucagus; quhilk, fra he selt the dynt, The schaft hyngand into hys scheild, but stynt Bad dryf hys hors and char al fordwart strecht, As he that hym addressit to the fecht, And strekit furth hys left fut in hys char: 15 Bot sone Eneas speir was reddy thar, Beneth hys schynand scheild reversyt law, So that the grondyn hed the ilk thraw At hys left flank or leisk persyt tyte, Quhill clar owt our the charyot is he smyte, 20 And on the grond weltis in the ded thrawys. Quham on this wys with sowr wordis and sawys The petuus Eneas begouth to chyd: Lucagus, said he, forsuyth as at this tyde Na sla curs of thy horssys onweldy 25 Thy cart has rendryt to thyne ennemy, Nor ȝit na vayn wrathys nor gaistis quent Thi char constrenyt bakwart forto went, And malgre thyne withdraw thi fays gryppys; Bot lo now, of thy fre will, as thou skyppys 30 Owtour the quhelys of thy cart, God wait, Levand the renys and hors all desolat. Thys beand said, the horsis renys he hynt. The tothir fey brother, or evyr he stynt, Lap fra the cart, and kneland petuusly, 5 Vphevand hys bayr handis, thus dyd cry: O Troiane prynce, I lawly the beseik, Be thyne awyn vertues and thy thewys meyk, And be thy parentis maist of renowne, That sik a child engendryt hes as the, 10 Thow spair this wofull sylly sawle at lest, Haue rewth of me, and admyt my request. With wordis feill as he thus can requer, Ene at last on this wys maid answer: Syk sawys war langer furth of thy mynd. 15 Sterve the behuffis, les than thou war onkynd As for to leif thy broder desolait All hym allane, na follow the sam gait. And tharwithall the hyrnys of hys gost He rypyt with the swerd amyd hys cost, 20 So tyll hys hart stoundis the pryk of deth: He weltis our, and ȝaldis vp the breth. Thys Dardane prynce as victor thus in weir Sa mony douchty corpsis brocht on beir, Amyd the planys reddand large gait, 25 As doys a rowtand ryver red on spait; That for hys dyntis wolx hys fays agast, As for the feirfull drumly thundris blast. Quhil fynaly Ascanyus the ȝyng page, And the remanent of Troian barnage, 30 Quhilk war, as said is, besegyt invane, Thar strenth hes left, and takyn hes the plane.

CAP. XI.

_Juno rycht quayntly causys Turnus to fle, Ane fenȝeit figour persewand of Ene_.

The ilk stound, of hys awyn fre volunte, Jove callys Juno, and thus carpys he: O thou my systir german and my feir, 5 My best beluffyt spows, most leif and deir, Thyne opynyon has not dissauyt the, As thou belevyt: now may thou not se Quhou Venus doys susteyn and fortyfy The Troiane rowtis and pyssans by and by? 10 Nane actyve handis, nor stowt myndis, I weyn, Nor bodeys reddy all perrellys to sustene, Haue thai, thou may se be experiens. Quhamto Juno, with humyl reverens, Answeryt; my sweit and mast gudly husband, 15 Quharto lyst the renew my sorow at hand, As cayrfull wight, that lykis nocht sic bourdis? All efferd of thy fatal dreidfull wordis I am bestad: bot war I now, I weyn, Als strangly belovyt as I sum tyme haue bene; 20 Thocht ȝit, God wait, accordyt so tobe Baith to myne honour and thy dignyte; I say, war I beluffyt as I was ayr, Thou Jove almyghty ryngand euermar Suld not deny me sa sobyr a thyng, Bot at I mycht withdraw, at my lykyng, Furth of the feild Turnus, and hym save 5 Onto hys fader Dawnus, that our the lave Belovyt hym, as raysoun wald, quod sche. Now sall he perysch, and now sal he de, And sched hys gentyll blude sa pacient, In grews panys be Troianys tort and rent: 10 And netheles hys kyn origynall Is renownyt of godly stok ryall, Discendit of our seid and hevynly clan, Fra God Pylumnus to rekkyn the ferd man; And eik, thou wait, full oft with large hand, 15 With mony oystis, and ryght fair offerand, Thy templys and thyne altaris chargit has he, In wirschyp of thy myghty maieste. The souerane kyng of hevyn etherial In few wordis maid answer thus at all: 20 Gif thow askis a resput or delay, Bot for a tyme, or tyll a certane day, Of thys evident deth of Turnus ȝyng, Desyrand I suld grant the sik a thyng, All thocht he mortale be rycht sone we knaw; 25 I leif the to remove hym and withdraw, And from this instant perrellus hard fayt Steill hym away, and gyde hym by the gait: For so lang space ȝyt restis at will of me To lenth hys lyfe, quhilk I the grant, quod he. 30 Bot gif sa beys, that vndre thy request Mair hie pardon lurkis, I wald them cest: For gif thou wenys that all the victory Of the batale, and chancis by and by, May be reducyt and alterat clar agane, 5 A mysbyleve thou fosteris all invane. To quham Juno on this wys said wepyng: Quhat harm mycht fall, thocht be sum takyn or syng Thow schew thy mynd, and grantit that, quod sche, Quhilk be thy wordis of fatale destane 10 Now grunschis thou to geif or to conceid? That is to sa, quhat fors, thocht thou in deid Waldyst appreif and ratyfy agane That Turnus lyfe a lang tyme suld remane? Bot now approchis to that innocent knycht 15 A feirfull end; he sal to ded be dicht, Or than my sawys ar voyd of veryte. And O, wald God, at rather sa suld be That I dissavyt war bot with fals dreid, And at thou list, as thou has mycht in deid, 20 Thy fatale promys and thy statutis strange In bettir purpos to translait and change! Fra scho thir wordis had said, the ilk tyde Dovn from the hevyn scho leyt hir selvyn slyde, Befor hyr dryvand a tempestuus wynd, 25 And all abowt, befor and eik behynd, Within a clowd of myst circulyt cleyn: So throw the air bownyt furth this queyn Towart the Troiane hostis in the planys, And to the tentis socht of Lawrentanys. 30 Thys Goddes than furth of ane boys clowd In lyknes of Ene dyd schaip and schrowd A voyd figur, but strenth or curage bald, The quhilk wondyrus monstre to behald With Troiane wapynnys and armour grathis sche, 5 With scheild, and helm, and tymbret set on hie, Be semlant lyke Eneas godlyhed; And tharto ekis scho in euery sted Quent fenȝeit wordis, fant and contyrfait, With voce, but mynd, or ony other consait; 10 And fenȝeis eik hys concernans and pacis; Syklyke as that, thai say, in diuers placis The wraithis walkis of goistis that ar ded, Or as the slepy dremys, fra sted to sted Fleand in swevyn, makis illusionys, 15 Quhen mennys myndis oft in dravillyng gronys: And all befor the forfront of the feild Richt haltandly, as curageus vnder scheild, Musturis this ymage, that with dartis keyn Aggrevyt Turnus, and dyd hym chyde in teyn, 20 Prouocand hym to bargane and tyl ire. And Turnus tho als hoyt as any fyre Thys figur dyd invaid, and tharat he In gret dispyte a quhirrand dart leyt fle: Bot this ilk schaddo, as sum deill addred, 25 Turnyt abowt, and gaif the bak and fled. Then Turnus, wenand Ene had tane the flycht, And al awondryt of that selcouth fyght, Within hys mynd a vayn comfort kawch he, And cryis lowd; quhidder fleys thou now, Ene? 30 Leif nevir, for schame, thus dissolait and waist Thy new allyans promyst the in haist, Of Lavynya the spousyng chalmyr at hand, And all this ilk regioun and this land, Quhilk thou sa far has socht owt our the se: 5 My rycht hand sal the saysyng geif, quod he. With sik wordis he schowtand dyd persew, And ay the glymmyrand brand baith schuke and schew, Na thyng persavand quhou this myrth and blys Away quyte with the wynd bewavit is. 10 On cace thar stude a mekill schip that tyde, Hyr wayl jonyt til a schor rokis syde, With plankis and with bryggis layd on land, The entre reddy grathit weill thai fand; In the quhilk schip Osynyus kyng, I wys, 15 Come laitly from the cite of Clusys. Thydder went this wrath or schaddo of Ene, That semyt, all abasyt, fast to fle, And hyd hyr dern vndre hychis tharin. Na slawar Turnus hastis hym to ryn, 20 That but delay he spedis to this schyp, Ran owr the bryg, and inwith burd can skyp; And scars was entrit in the forcastell, Quhen Saturnus douchter saw hir tyme befell: Than soyn the cabyll in sondir smytis sche, 25 And fra the schor draif the schip throu the see. Bot Turnus absent thus that sammyn howr Eneas seyrssys throw amyd the stowr, And in hys renk quham euer he met lay ded; Full mony a man he kyllit in that sted. 30 And tharwithall hys lycht and fenȝeit gost, Fra tyme the schip was chargyt fra the cost, No langar sekis hyrnys hir to hyde, Bot flaw vp in the ayr the sammyn tyde, And al dissoluyt into a dyrk clowd. 5 The meyn sesson, can fors of wyndis lowd Turnus far furth amyd the deip sey dryve: He dyd behald abowt hym tho belyve, All ignorant quhat wys this chance was wrocht, And of hys lyfe salvyng na thyng he rocht; 10 With handis junct vphevit towart hevin, Syk wordis he furth braid with drery stevyn: Almychty fader of the hevynnys hie, Has thou me reput on sic wys tobe Confusyt in this schame for myn offens? 15 And will I suffyr syk torment and pennans? Quhidder am I dryue, and from quhens am I cumyn? Quhat maner eschewyng or fleyng haue I nummyn? In quhat estait sall I return agane? Sall I evir se the wallys Lawrentane, 20 Or evir eft my tentis sall I se? Quhat may ȝon ost of men now say of me, Quhilkis my querrell and me followit to feild, Quham now, allace! lo, fechtand vnder scheild Ȝondir, schame to say the harm, sa wikkytly 25 Reddy to myschews deth beleft haue I? Lo, I behald thame fleand paill and wan, And heris the granyng of mony douchty man In my defalt falland fey to grond. Quhat sal I do? allace the wofull stond! 30 Or quhilk land, thocht a thousand tymys I stervit, May swelly me sa deip as I haue servyt? Bot, O ȝe wyndis, rather haue mercy, On rowkis and on craggis by and by Do swak this schyp, sen heir na erth I se, 5 And haue of wrachit Turnus sum pyete, Quhilk of hys fre will, stad in this maner, Besekis ȝow with all hartly prayer; Do warp my body on the schaldis onkend, Far furth on Syrtys at the warldis end, 10 Quhar Rutilyanys me nevir fynd agane, Sa that na fame nor rumour may remane Eftir my deth of this schaymfull trespas. And, sayand thus, in mynd dyd he cumpas Full mony chancis rolland to and fro, 15 Quhidder gif he suld, for proper lak and wo, Into this fury smyte hym with hys brand, And thryst the bludy blaid in with hys hand Throw owt hys rybbys, and sched his hart blude; Or than to swak hym self amyd the flude, 20 Swymmand to seik the nerrest costis bay, In feild agane the Troianys to assay. Athir way till assay thrys presyt hes he: And thrys hym styntis Juno, queyn mast hie, Havand compassioun of this ȝong man bald, 25 And can asswage hys mynd, and hand withhald. Furth held the schip, slydand owt our the fludis, With prosper wynd and followand tyde sa gude is, Quhill he is careit suyrly throw the see Tyll Ardea, hys faderis auld cite. 30

CAP. XII.

_In Turnus sted Mezentius dyd succeid, Killyt doun his fays, and spulȝeit of thar weid._

Durand this quhile, in fatis marciall, Mezentyus movyt with ardour bellycall, Be instigatioun of Jove in that neid, Can to the batale in hys place succeid; And the Troianys to invaid na thing sparis, 5 That semyt prowd as all the feild war tharis. Than sammyn to recontyr hym atanys Semlyt haill ostis of Hethrurianys, And all assailȝeit Mezentius allone; Aganyst a man thai rowtys euery one, 10 Inflambyt all in malyce, maid persutys, And thik as haill schour at hym schaftis schutis. Bot he, lyke to a ferm rowk, quhilk we se Strekyt on lenth amyd the large see, Sytuat aganys the rageand wyndis blast, 15 And brym wallys boldynnand wondyr fast, From all that violens doys hym self defend, And haill the fors sustenys to the end Baith of the hevynnys and byr of seys rage, Remanand onremovyt ferm in hys stage: 20 Als stern standis Meȝentius in that stound And first he hes fellit and laid to the grond Hebrus, the son of ane Dolycaon, And hym besyde Latagus flew onon, And Palmus eik, accustumat to fle: Bot with a stane Latagus brytnyt he Quhilk of a montane semyt a gret nuke, With quham hym on the vissage he ourtuke; And Palmus howgh sennonys smait in tway 5 Maid hym sa slaw he mycht nocht fle away; Thar armour syne to Lawsus gevyn hes he To weir on hys schuldris, and crovn on hie Thar creistis set, the quhilk sa rychly schane. He slew also Evantes a Troiane, 10 And Mynas syne he kyllys in the feild, Quhilum to Parys companȝeoun and evin eild; Quham on a nycht Theana, gude and fair, To hys fader Amycus in Troy bair, Quhen Heccuba, douchter of Cisseus, 15 Dremyt scho was gret, the story tellis thus, With a fyre broynd, and the self samyn nycht Was delyver of Parys, the fey knycht, Quhilk in hys natyve cite maid hys end: Bot thir feildis Lawrentan ombekend 20 Withhaldis now the body of Mynas: So brym in stowr that stond Mezentyus was. Lyke to the strenthy sangler, or the bore, Quham hundis quest with mony quhryne and rore Down dryvyng from the hightis maid discend, 25 Quhilk mony wyntyr tofor had hym defend In Vesulus, the cauld montane hie, That is ourheldyt with mony fyr tre; Or than the bustuus swyne weil fed, that bredis Amang the buskis rank of ryspe and redis, 30 Besyde the layk of Lawrens, mony ȝheris, Quhen that he is betrappyt fra his feris Amyd the huntyng ralys and the nettis, Standis at the bay, and vp hys byrsys settis, Grasland hys tuskis with astern fyry eyn, 5 With spaldis hard and harsk awfull and teyn, That nane of all the huntmen thar present Hym to engreif has strenth or hardyment, Nor dar approchyng within hys byt neir, Bot standand far on dreich with dart and speir, 10 Assoverit of hys reik, the beste assays, With felloun schowtis, bustuus cryis, and brays. Nane other wys stud all the Tuscane rowt This stalwart knycht Mezentius abowt; And, thocht thai just caws had of wreth and feyd, 15 Thar was nane of thame durst hym put to ded, Nor curage had with drawyn swerd in hand Hym till assaill, nor mach apon the land; Bot with takillis and castyn dartis on far Thai warp at hym, bot durst not ane cum nar, 20 And with huge clamour hym infestis that tyde: He, onabasyt, abowt on euery syde Behaldis, gyrnand full of proper teyn, And with hys scheild choppyt by schaftis bedene. Furth of the ancyent boundis of Coryt tho 25 Was cum a Greik, quhilk clepyt was Acro, That fugityve into his lusty heyt Had left hys spowsal trewth plicht oncompleit: Quham as Mezentius saw amyd the rowt Hym grevand soir, as weriour stern and stowt, 30 And saw the plesand plomys set on hycht Of hys tymrell, and eik the purpour brycht, Quhilk of his trewthplycht lufe he bair in syng; Than, lyke a hungry lyon rumysyng, Constrenyt by hys rageand empty maw, 5 The beistis dennys circuland all on raw, Gif he on cace aspys a swyft ra, Or the ȝyng hart with spryngand tyndis twa, Joyful he bradis tharon dispytuusly, With gapand gowle, and vprasys in hy 10 The lokkyrris lyand in his nek rowght, And all the bestis bowellis thrymlys throwght, Hurkylland tharon, quhar he remanyt and stude, Hys gredy gammys bedyis with the red blude: On the sammyn wys, Mezentius rycht baldly 15 Mydwart hys fays rowt ruschit in hy; Down smytis fey Acron amyd the ost, That in the ded thraw, ȝaldand vp the gost, Smate with hys helys the grond in maltalent, And brokkyn schaftis with hys blude bysprent. 20 This ilk Mezentius eik dedenȝeit nocht To sla Orodes, quhilk than was onflocht, That is to knaw, quhill frawart hym he went, And reput na wys, as by hys entent, Syk ane fleand to wond into the bak, 25 Onawarnyst, quhen he na defens mycht mak, Bot ran abowt and met hym in hys rays; Than athir man assemblit face for face: Orodes mair of prattik was all owt, Bot the tother in dedis of armys mair stowt, 30 That to the erth ourthrawyn he hes his feir, And, possand at hym with hys stalwart speir, Apon hym set hys fut, and thus he said: O now my feris, beys blyth and glaid; Lo, a gret party of this weir, but les, 5 Heir lyis at erd, the douchty Orodes. Hys feris sammyn rasyt vp a cry, With joyus sound in syng of victory, And blew the prys triumphall for his deth: Bot this Orodes, ȝaldand vp the breth, 10 Onto Mezentyus carpys thus on hie: Me onrevengit, thou sal nocht victour be, For weill I wait that sone I salbe wrokyn, Na, for all thy prowd wordis thou has spokkyn, Thou sall nocht lang endur into sik joy; 15 Bot siclyke chancis and semblant ennoy Abydis the, thocht thou be nevir sa bald, Thys sammyn feild sall thy ded corps withhald. To quham Mezentius smyland said in teyn; Thou sall de first, quhat evyr to me forseyn 20 Or previdyt has myghty Jove, quod he, Quham fader of Goddis and kyng of men cleip we. And sayand thus, the schaft the ilk thraw Furth of hys wond and body dyd he draw. Tho Orodes the hard rest doith oppres, 25 The cauld and irny slepe of dethys stres, And vp the breth he ȝald onon rycht With eyn closyt in evir lestand nycht. Cedicus al totrynschit Alcathous, And Sacrator to grund laid Hydaspus; 30 Rapo, ane Arcaid, has Parthenyus slane, And Orses, wondir byg of blude and bane; And Mesapus kyllyt the stowt Clonyvs, And Erycates with Lychaonyus; The formast lyggand at the erd he ouvraucht, 5 That by hys hedstrang hors a fall had caught, And Lychaonyus eik, a fut man, he Lyghtit on fut and slew in the melle. Aganys hym than went a man of Arge, Hait Lycyus, bodyn with speir and targe; 10 Bot by the way Valerus, gude in nedis, Nocht inexpert in douchty eldris dedis, Recontryt hym, and put hym to the ded: Salyus a Troiane in that sammyn sted Atronyus slew; and Nealces, expert 15 To schut the fleand arrow or castyng dart, Quhilk invadis a man or he be war, Slew Salyus with schot, beand on far.

CAP. XIII.

_Quhou Eneas the ȝong Lawsus has slane, Quhilk fred his fader hurt in the bargane._

Thus awfull Mars equaly with hys brand The sorow rasyt apon athir hand: 20 Huge slauchter maid was and seir woundis wyd, Thai kyll and ar bet down on euery syde, That sammyn in the feild thai fall infeir, Baith the victouris, and thai that venquyst weir, And nother party wist, nother he nor he, To salf hym self quhar away to fle: So that the Goddis in Jovys hevynly hald 5 Had compassioun and rewth for to behald The wroith and ire of athir in the fightis, That sik distres rang amang mortal wightis. Venus towart the Troiane syde tuke tent: Aganyst quham, all full of maltalent, 10 Saturnus douchter Juno, that full bald is, Towart the party aduersar behaldis; And the pail furour of Tysiphone Walkis wod wroth amydwart the melle. Bot pryncipaly Mezentyus all engrevyt, 15 With a gret speir, quharwith he feill myschevit, Went brangland throu the feild all hym allon: As bustuus as the hydduus Orion, Quhen he on fut woyd throu the mekill see, Scherand the streym with hys schuldris hie, 20 Abufe the wallys of the flude apperis; Or lyke ane ancyent ayk tre, mony ȝheris That grew apon sum montane toppys hycht, Semand so hie to euery manis sycht, Quhilk, thocht hys rutis spred in the grond all sydis, 25 Hys crop vpstraucht amyd the clowdis hydis: Syk lyke Mezentius mustyrris in the feild, With huge armour, baith speir, helm, and scheild. Aganyst quham Eneas fast hym hyis, Fra tyme amyd the rowt he hym aspyis. 30 The tother, onabasyt, all reddy thar The cummyng of hys douchty aduersar Abydis stowtly, fermyt in hys fors, And massely vpstude with bustuus cors; And, mesurand with hys E als large spais 5 As he mycht thraw a castyng speir, thus says: My rycht hand, and this fleand dart mot be, Quhilk now I tays, as verray God to me! Assistyng to my schot I ȝou beseik; For I awow, and heir promittys eyk, 10 In syng of trophe or triumphall meith, My lovit son Lawsus forto cleith With spulȝe and all harnes rent, quod he, Of ȝondir rubbaris body, fals Enee. Thus said he; and fra hys hand the ilk tyde 15 The castyng dart fast byrrand lattis glyde, That fleand sclentis on Eneas scheild; Syne, standand far on rovm ȝond in the feild, Smate worthy Anthores the ilk thraw, Betwix the bowellys and the rybbys law: 20 Anthores, ane of gret Hercules ferys, That come from Arge into hys lusty ȝheris, Inherdand to Evander the Arcaid, And had hys dwellyng and hys residens maid In Palentyn, cite Italian; 25 Onhappely now lyggis thus down slane, All of a wound and dynt quhilk in the fycht Addressit was towart ane other knycht. Ȝit, deand, he beheld the hevynnys large, And can ramembir hys sweit cuntre of Arge. 30 Than the reuthfull Eneas kest hys spere, Quhilk throu Mezentius armour all dyd schere; Throw gyrd hys targe platyt thrys with steill, And throw the cowchit lynnyn euery deill, And thrynfald plyis of the bullys hydis, 5 That law down in hys flank the dynt abydis: Bot it byreft hym nowder lyfe ne mycht. Eneas tho, quhilk was expert in fyght, Joyfull quhen that Mezentius blude saw he, Furth hynt hys swerd at hang law by hys thee, 10 And fervently towart hys fa can pas, Quhilk, for the dynt, sum deill astonyst was. Quhen Lawsus saw this aventour of weir, He wepyt wail sair for hys fader deir; Sa wobegone becam this lusty man 15 That salt teris fast our hys chekis ran. Forsuyth, I sall not ourslyp in this sted Thy hard myschance, Lawsus, and fatale ded, And thy maist dowchty actis bellycall: O fresch ȝongker, maist dyng memoriall 20 I sall rehers, gyf ony faith may be Gevyn to sa gret dedis of antiquyte. With this Mezentyus menzeit drew abak, Harland hys leg quharin the schaft stak, That quhar he went he baris our the feild 25 Hys ennemys lance fixit in hys scheild. Betwix thame ruschys in the ȝong Lawsus, Amyd thar wapynnys, stern and curagus, Hym self has set forto sustene the fyght: Vnder Eneas rycht hand rasyt on hycht. 30 That reddy was to smyte a dedly wond, In steppis he, and baldly the ilk stound The bytand brand vphevyt keppyt he, And can resist and stynt the gret Enee. Hys feris followys with a felloun schowt: 5 Quhill that Mezentius of the feild wan owt, Diffend and coverit with hys sonnys scheild, Thai cast dartis thikfald thar lord to held, With schaftis schot, and flanys gret plente, Perturband thar stern aduersar Ene; 10 That all enragyt hys sovir targe erekkit, And thar vndre hym haldis closly dekkyt. And lyke as sum tyme clowdis brystis attanys, The schowr furthȝettand of hoppand hailstanys, That all the plewmen and thar hynys inhy 15 Fleis of the croftis and feildis by and by; And eik the travellour ȝond vnder the wald Lurkand withdrawys to sum sovir hald, Owdir vndir watyr brays and bankis dern, Or in sum craggis clyft, or deip cavern, 20 So lang as that the schour lestis on the plane, That he may, when the son schynys agane, Exers hys journe, or hys wark alsfast: Syk wys Ene with schoit and dartis cast Was all ourheld, and ombeset ilk syde, 25 Quhil he the pres of batale styntis that tyde, And all thar fors sustenyt and deray; Reprevand Lawsus, thus begouth to say, And mannansyt hym with brand of blude all red: Quhidder hastis thou sa fast apon thy ded? 30 Or quhou dar thou ondertak into fyght Syk interprys, quhilk is abuf thy mycht? Thou art nocht wys; thy tendir hart, quod he, And rewthfull mynd all owt dissavis the. Bot for all thys ȝong Lawsus, vail que vaill, 5 Wald no wys ces Eneas till assaill. Than hyear rays the wraith and felloun ire Of the ilk manfull Troiane lordly syre, And eyk the fatale sisteris tho in deid Had wymplyt vp this Lawsus lattyr threid: 10 For so Eneas stokis hys styf brand Throw owt this ȝongker, hard vp to hys hand, That swerd, befor maid mannansyng and bost, Throw gyrd that gentill body and hys cost, Hys target persand, and hys armour lycht, 15 And eik hys cote of goldyn thredis brycht Quhilk hys moder hym span; and, to conclude, Hys bosum all is fillyt of hait blude: Sone eftir is the spreit of lyfe furth went Down to the goistis law with sad entent, 20 And left the body ded, and hyne dyd pas. Bot quhen Anchises son, fers Eneas, Beheld hys wlt and contenans in deyng, Hys sweit vissage sa in the ded thrawyng Becummyn wan and paill on diuers wys, 25 He sychit profundly owder twys or thrys, And drew abak hys hand, and rewth has hynt; For so into hys mynd, eftir the dynt, The ymage of hys faderly piete Imprentit was, that on this wys said he: 30 O douchty ȝynglyng, worthy tobe menyt, Worthy tobe bewalyt and complenyt, Quhat sall the reuthfull compacient Ene For sa gret lovabill dedis rendir the? Or quhat may he the ȝeld sufficient 5 For sik natural and inborn hardyment? Thyne armour, quharof sumtyme thou reiosyt, With the I leif, for ay to beyn eniosyt: Onto thy parentis handis and sepultre I the beleif tobe entyrit, quod he, 10 Gyf that sic maner of triumphe and cost May do thame plesour, or eys onto thy gost. Bot thou, onsilly child, sa will of red, Do comfort heirwith thy lamentabill ded, That thou ourmatchit art and thus lyis slane 15 By the gretast Eneas handis twane. Syne he hys feris can repreif and chyde, That thai sa lang delayt hym besyde, Makand na haist to bair hys corps away; And he hym self betwix hys armys tway 20 The ded body vpliftis fra the grond, That with the red blude of his new grene wond Besparklyt had hys ȝallow lokkis brycht, That ayr war kemmyt and addressyt rycht.

CAP. XIV.

_Fra Mezentius knew ȝong Lawsus deces, Hym to revenge his lyfe lost in the pres._

The meyn sesson, hys fader with his feris, Down at the fludis syde of Tyberis, Stanschit his wondis with watyr by and by, Weschand the blude and swait from hys body. Hys helm of steil besyde hym hang weil ne 5 Apon a grayn or branch of a grene tre; Hys other weghty harnes, gud in neid, Lay on the gyrs besyde hym in the meid; Hys trasty chosyn verlettis hym abowt: And he ful for wondyt, all in dowt, 10 Stude lenand with hys wery nek and bonys Owt our a bowand tre, with sair gronys; Hys weil kemmyt berd, hyngand ful straucht Apon his breist, onto hys gyrdill raucht: And feill tymys on Lawsus menys he, 15 Prayand full oft he mycht hym falsly se, And mony messyngeris onto hym hes send, To withdraw hym the feild, and to defend That he abyde na langar in bargane, And schaw quhat sorow for hym hys fader had tane. 20 Bot than Lawsus ded owt of the feild Hys wofull feris careit apon a scheild, Wepand sa gret a man was brocht to grond, And discumfyt with sa grysly a wond. Mezentius mynd and consait, the ilk tyde, Suspekand the harmys quhilkis war betyde, On far considerit the caus of thar murnyng, And on hys canos hair the dust can slyng, With mekill powdir fyland hys hasart hed; 5 And baith hys handis in that sammyn sted Towart the hevin vphevis in a fary, And he the Goddis and starnys fast dyd wary; Syne, lenand on hys sonnys corps, thus cryis: O my deir child and tendir get heir lyis! 10 Had I sa gret appetit and delyte Onto this wrachit lyfe, sa ful of syte, That I the sufferit to entyr in my sted Vndre our fays hand, and with thy ded My lyfe is salfit? Ha, I thy fader heir, 15 Quhilk the begat, my only son sa deir, Suld I be salf and lyfand eftir the, Throu tha sa grisly wondis that I se? Allace, onto me, wrachit catyve thing, Myne exill now at last and banysyng 20 Becummyn is hard and insufferabill! The stound of deth, the panys lamentabill, Is deip engravyn in my hart onsound; Now am I smyttyn with the mortal wond! I, the self man was the caus of thy ded, 25 With my trespas, my child, in euery sted Filyt the glor and honour of thy name, Thy hie renovn bespottand with my schame, As I that was, by invy and haitrent Of my awin pepill, with thar haill assent, 30 Expellit from my ceptre and my ryng, And was adettyt, for my mysdoyng Onto our cuntre, till haue sufferit pane: I aucht and worthy was to haue bene slane, And to haue ȝald this wikkyt sawle of myne 5 Be all maner of turment and of pyne, Fortill amend myne offencis and fed. Ha, now I lyf, allace! and thou art ded! Ȝit want I not off men the cumpany, Nowder lyght of lyfe, ne cleirnes of the sky, 10 Bot soyn I sal thame leif and part tharfra. And sayand thus, sammyn with mynd ful thra He rasyt hym vp apon hys wondit thee, And determyt to revenge hym or de: For thocht the violens of hys sair smart 15 Maid hym onfery, ȝit hys stalwart hart And curage ondekeit was gude in neid. He bad ga fech Rhebus, hys ryall sted, Quhilk was hys wirschip and hys comfort haill, And hys support hys fays to assaill; 20 For by thys hors in euery gret iourne Hame fra the feild victour eschapit he. Quhamto Mezentyus, but mair abaid, Seand the steid drowpand and sad, thus said: Rhebus, we twa hes levit lang yfeir, 25 Gyf that to mortal wightis in this erd heir Ony tyme may be reput lang, quod he. Owder this day beys thou revengear with me Of Lawsus dolorus deith, and wrek our schame, And sall as victour with the bryngyn hame 30 Ȝon bludy spulȝe, and Eneas hed; Or, gif na fors nor strenth into that sted Will suffir ony way that it be so, We sal in feild sammyn de baith two. For, O moist forcy steid, my lovyt foill, 5 I can na wys beleif at thou may thoill To be at ony otheris commandment, Nor that the lift dedeyn, gif I war schent, Till obey ony master or lord Troiane. And sayand thus, ful towartly onane 10 The steid bekend held to hys schulder plat, And he at eys apon hys bak doun sat; And bath hys handis fillyt with dartis keyn, With helm on hed burnyst brycht and scheyn, Abuf the quhilk hys tymbret buklyt was, 15 Lyke till a lokryt mayn with mony fas. And into sik array with swyft curs he Furth steris hys steid, and draif in the melle. Deip in hys hart boldynnys the felloun schame, Myxit with dolour, angir, and defame; 20 The fervent luf of hys son ȝyng of age Gan catchyng hym into the furyus rage; Tharto alsso persuadis to the fyght Hys hors weil knawin hys hardyment and mycht: And, in sik poynt, throw owt the rowtis all 25 With mychty voce thrys dyd Eneas call. Eneas hard hym cry, and weil hym knew, And glaid tharof can towartis hym persew, And prayand says; the fader of Goddis hie, And eik mychty Apollo, that grant to me, 30 Thou wald begyn in bargan on this land To mell with me, and to meyt hand for hand. Thus carpyt he, and with stern lance, but tary, Furth steppys forto meyt hys aduersary. Bot Mezentius, seand hym cumand, 5 Cryit to hym onon and bad hym stand: O thou maist cruell aduersar, said he, Quhat wenys thou so to effray and bost me, Sen thou my son has me bereft this day, Quhilk was only the maner and the way 10 Quharby thou mycht ourcum me and distroy? Now, sen that I haue tynt all warldis joy, Nowder I abhor the ded, to starve in fyght, Nor rak I ocht of ony Goddis mycht. Desist, and ces to bost me or manas, 15 For I am cum to de in this ilk plas; Bot first I bryng the thir rewards, quod he. With that word, at his fa a dart leyt fle, And eftir that ane other has he cast, And syne ane other has he fixit fast, 20 About hym prekand in a cumpas large: Bot all thir dyntis sustenyt the goldin targe. Thrys on the left half fast, as he war wod, About Eneas raid he quhar he stude, Thik with hys handis swakkand dartis keyn: 25 And thrys this Troiane prynce our all the greyn, Intil hys stalwart stelyt scheild stikand owt, Lyke a hair wod the dartis bair abowt. At last, as he ennoyt of this deray, This irksum traysyng, jowkyng, and delay, 30 And cumryt wolx sa mony dartis invane Thus oft to draw furth and to cast agane, As he that was matchit that tyme, but faill, With hys fa man in bargane inequale, Quhilk ay was at avantage and onflocht, 5 Full mony thing revoluyt he in thocht; Syne on that weirman ruschit he in teyn: In the forhed, betwix the horsys eyn, He kest hys speir with all his fors and mycht. Vpstendis thar the stalwart steid on hycht, 10 And with his helys flang up in the ayr; Down swakkis the knycht sone with a fellon fair, Foundris fordwart flatlyngis on hys spald, Ourquhelmyt the man, and can hys feit onfald. Than the Latynys, and eik pepill Troianys, 15 The hevynnys dyndlit with a schowt at anys. Eneas gyrd abufe hym with a braid, Hynt furth hys swerd, and forthir thus he said: Quhar is he now, Mezentius, sa stern? Quhar is the fers stowt curage of that bern? 20 Quhamto Mezentius, this ilk prynce Tyrrheyn, Fra that he mycht alyftyn vp his eyn To se the hevynnys licht, and draw hys braith, And hys rycht mynd agane recoverit haith, Thus answeris: O thou dispituus fo, 25 Quharto me chydis thou reprochand so, And manancis me to the ded by and by? Of my slauchter I think na villany, Nor on sik wys heir com I not in feild, That I stand aw to swelt vnder my scheild; 30 Nor, I beleif, na frendschip in thy handis, Nane syk trety of sawchnyng nor cunnandis, My son Lawsus band vp with the, perfay. Bot of a thyng I the beseik and pray, Gif ony plesour may be grantit or beld 5 Till aduersaris, that lyis venquyst in feild; That is to knaw, suffir my body haue Ane sepultur, and with erd be bygrave. I knaw abowt me standand in this sted My folkis byttyr haitrent and gret feid: 10 Defend me from thar furour, I requeir, And grant my corps, besyde my sonnys infeir, Into sum tumbe entyrit for tobe. And sayand thus, knawand at he most de, Befor hys eyn persavyt the burnyst brand, 15 That throuch hys gorge went from Eneas hand; Within hys armour, schortly to conclude, Furth bruschit the sawle with gret stremys of blude. Be this the son declynyt was almost, So that the Latynys and Rutilian ost, 20 Quhat for the absens of thar duke Turnus, And new slauchter of bald Mezentius, Withdrew thame to thar raset in affray, And Troianys went onto thar rest quhil day.

THE PROLOUG OF THE ELEVINT BUKE.

Thow hie renown of Martis chevalry, Quhilk gladis euery gentill wight to heir, Gif thou mycht Mars and Hercules deify, Quharfor beyn nobillys to follow prowes swer? Weill auchtin eldris exemplis ws to steir 5 Tyll hie curage, all honour till ensew: Quhen we consider quhat wirschip tharof grew, All vyce detest, and vertu lat ws leyr.

Prowes, but vyce, is provit lefull thyng By haly scriptur into syndry place, 10 Be Machabeus, Josue, Dauid kyng, Mychael, and eyk hys angellys full of grace, That can the dragon furth of hevynnys chace With vailȝeand dyntis of ferm myndis contrar: Nane other strokis nor wapynnys had thai thar, 15 Nother speir, buge, pol ax, swerd, knyfe, nor mace.

In takynnyng that in chevalry or fyght Our myndis suld haue just ententioun, The grond of batale fundyt apon rycht; Not for thou lyst to mak discentioun, 20 To seik occasyons of contentioun, Bot rype thy querrell, and discus it plane: Wrangis to reddres suld wer be vndertane, For na conquest, reif, skat, nor pensioun.

To speke of moral vertuus hardyment, 5 Or rather of dyvyne, is myne entent; For warldly strenth is febill and impotent In Goddis sight, and insufficient. The Psalmyst says, that God is not content In mannys stalwart lymmys nor strenth of cors, 10 Bot into thame that trastis in hys fors, Askand mercy, and dredand jugement.

Strang fortitud, quhilk hardyment cleip we, Abuf the quhilk the vertu souerane Accordyng pryncis, hecht magnanymyte, 15 Is a bonte set betwix vicis twane: Of quham fuyl hardynes clepit is the tane, That vndertakis all perrellis but avice; The tother is namyt schamefull cowardyce, Voyd of curage, and dolf as ony stane. 20

The first is hardy all owt by mesur, Of tyme nor rayson gevis he na cuyr, No dowt he castis, bot all thinkis suyr, Nocht may he suffir, nor hys hait endur: The tother is of all prowes sa puyr, 25 That evir he standis in feir and felloun dreid, And nevir dar vndertak a douchty deid, Bot doith all curage and all manheid smuyr.

The first soundis towart vertu sum deill, Hardy he is, couth he be avyse; Of hardyment the tother has na feill: 5 Quhou may curage and cowardys agre? Of fortitud to compt ȝou euery gre, As Arestotill in hys Ethikis doith expres, It wald, as now, conteyn our lang proces; Quharfor of other chevalry carp will we. 10

Gyf Crystis faithfull knychtis lyst ws be, So as we aucht, and promyst hes at font, Than mon we byde baldly, and neuer fle, Nowder be abasyt, tepyt, nor ȝit blunt, Nor as cowartis to eschew the first dunt. 15 Pawle witnessith, that nane sall wyn the crown, Bot he quhilk dewly makis hym reddy bown To stand wightly, and feght in the forfront.

And quha that sall nocht wyn the crown of meid, That is to say, the euerlestand blys, 20 The fyre eternall neidlyngis most thai dreid: For Cryst into his gospell says, I wys, Quha bydis nocht with me contrar me is: And gif thou be aganyst God, but weir Than art thou wageour onto Lucifer. 25 God salf ws all from sik a fyre as this!

The armour of our chevalry, perfay, So the Apostyll techis ws expres, Not corporall bot sperituall beyn thai, Our conquyst haill, our vassellage and prowes, Aganyft spretis and pryncis of myrknes; 5 Not agane man, owr awyn brother and mait, Nor ȝit aganyst our maker to debait, As rabell tyll all vertu and gudnes.

The flesch debatis aganys the spiritual gost, Hys hie curage with sensual lust to law, 10 And, be the body victor, baith ar lost; The spreit wald vp, the cors ay down list draw: Thy secund fa the warld, ane other thraw, Makis strang assaltis of covatys and estait, Aganyst quham is full perrellus debait; 15 Thir fays famyliar beyn full quaynt to knaw.

Lyff in thy flesch as master of thy corps, Lyf in this warld as nocht ay to remane; Resist the fendis slycht with all thy fors, He is thy ancyent ennemy, werst of ane; 20 A thousand wylys he hes, and mony a trane, He kendillis oft thy flesch in byrnand heit, He causys wrachit plesans seym full sweit, And, for nocht, of this fals warld makis the fane.

He is thy fa and aduersar principall, 25 Of promyssioun wald the expell the land, For he the sammyn lost, and caucht a fall; Enfors the strangly contrar hym to stand. Rays hie the targe of faith vp in thy hand, On hed the halsum helm of hoip onlace, In cheryte thy body all embrace, 5 And of devoit oryson mak thy brand.

Stand at defens, and schrynk not for a schore: Thynk on the haly marthyris at ar went, Thynk on the payn of hell, and endles glore, Thynk quhou thy Lord for the on rude was rent, 10 Thynk, and thou fle fra hym, than art thou schent, Thynk all thou sufferis ontyll hys paynis nocht is, Thynk with quhou precyus pryce as thy sawll bocht is, And ay the moder of grace in mynd enprent.

Feill beyn thy fays, fers, and full of slycht, 15 Bot be thou stalwart campioun and knycht; In feild of grace with forsaid armour brycht Thou may debait thame lyghtly in ilk fyght: For of fre will thyne acton is sa wight Nane may it pers, wilt thou resist and stand; 20 Becum thow cowart, crawdoun recryand, And by consent cry cok, thy ded is dycht.

Thynk quhou that fa is waik and impotent, May venquys nane bot thame lyst be ourcum; He sal the nevir ourset, but thy consent. 25 Eith is defens to say nay, or be dum; And for thy weill, lo, thys is all and sum: Consent nevir, and thou sall nevir be lost, By disassent thou may venquys ane ost, And, for anys ȝa, tyne thy meid euery crum.

Na wondir is; for by exempill we se, 5 Quha servys hys souerane intill all degre Full mony days, and eftir syne gif he Commyttis anys trayson, suld he nocht de, Les than hys prynce, of gret humanyte, Pardoun hys falt for hys lang trew seruys, 10 Gyf he wald mercy craif? The sammyn wys We beyn forgevyn, so that repent will we.

Bot quhat avalys begyn a strang melle, Syne ȝeld the to thy fa, but ony quhy, Or cowartly to tak the bak and fle? 15 Na; thar sall nane optene hie victory, Les thai sustene the bargane dowchtely; And quha so perseueris to the end Ane conquerour and campioun euir is kend, With palm of triumphe, honour, and glory. 20

The maist onsilly kynd of fortoun is To haue beyn happy; Boetius techis so; As, to haue beyn in welth and hartis blys, And now tobe dekeit and in wo: Richt so, quha vertuus was, and fallys tharfro. 25 Of verray rayson malewrus hait is he; And ȝit, by grace and hys fre volunte, He may recovir meryt agane alsso.

I say, be grace; for quhen thou art in grace, Thou may eik grace to grace, ay mor and mor; Bot quhen thou fallys be syn tharfra, allace! 5 Of thy meryte thou gettis hyr nevirmor: Ȝit quhen thou dewly disponys the tharfor, Doand all that in the thar may be done, Of hys gudnes the etern Lord alssone Restorys the meryt, with grace in arlys of glore. 10

Haill thy meryt thou had tofor thy fall, That is to say, thy warkis meritabill, Restorit ar agane baith gret and small, And grace tharto, quhilk is sa profitabill That thou tharby to eik meryt art habill; 15 Bot nocht ilk gre of grace thou had befor; That gettis thou not sa soyn, quhill forthyrmor: Be war tharfor, fall not, bot standis stabill.

For lyke as quha offendit had hys lord, That lang tofor hys trew servand had bene, 20 And syne agane becumis at ane accord With hys master, all thocht hys lord wald meyn On hys ald seruyce, ȝit netheles, I weyn, He sall nocht soyn be tendir, as he was ayr: Be war tharwith, and kepe ȝou fra the snair, 25 Tyne nocht ȝour laubour and ȝour thank betweyn.

Exempill takis of this prynce Ene, That, for hys fatale cuntre of behest, Sa feill dangeris sustenyt on land and see, Syk stryfe in stour sa oft with speir in rest, Quhill he hys realm conquest bath west and est: 5 Sen all this dyd he for a temporall ryng, Pres ws to wyn the kynryk ay lestyng, Addres ws fast fortill opteyn that fest.

He may be callyt, as says sanct Augustyn, Ane delicat, owr esy, crystyn knycht, 10 Refusys to thoill traval, sturt, or pyne, And but debait wenys till optene the fyght. To wyn the feild, and nevir preif thy mycht, That war nyce thyng: thy kyng Cryste in batell Quhat sufferit he for the, O catyve wight! 15 Lyis thou at eys, thy prynce in bargane fell?

Aschamys of our sleutht and cowardyce! Seand thir gentyles and the paganys ald Ensew vertu, and eschew euery vyce, And for sa schort renown warryn so bald 20 To susteyn weir and panys teyr ontald; Than lat ws stryve that realm forto posseid, The quhilk was hecht till Abraham and hys seyd: Lord, at ws wrocht and bocht, grant ws that hald!

THE ELEVINT BUKE OF ENEADOS.

CAP. I.

_Eftir the feild Enee maid sacrifyce, Offerand the spulȝe to Mars, as was the gys._

Duryng this quhile, furth of the sey dyd spryng The fresch Aurora with the brycht dawyng. Ene, albeyt hys hasty thochtfull curis Constrenyt hym, as twychyng sepulturis Of hys folkis new slane and berying, 5 Forto provide a tyme mast accordyng, And gretly eik in mynd he trublyt was For the slauchtyr and ded corps of Pallas; Ȝit netheles, as first the son vpsprent, Scheddyng hys bemys in the orient, 10 As victor he onto the Goddis als tyte With sacryfyce can hys vowys acquyte. Ane akyn tre, was huge gret and squar, The branchis sned and kut abowt alquhar, Apoun a motys hycht vpset has he, 15 And all with schynand armour cled the tre: The coyt armour and spulȝe tharon hang Of Mezentius, the vailȝeand campioun strang; To the, gret God of stryfe, armypotent, In syng of trophe tharon was vpstent Hys cryst and hewmet all besprent with blude, 5 The brokyn trunschions of hys speris rude, And hys fyne hawbryk, with speir, swerd, and macis, Assayt and persyt into twys sax placis; Hys stelyt scheild dyd on the left syde hyng; Abowt hys gorget, or hys nek armyng, 10 Was hung hys swerd with evor scawbart fyne. And thus exortis Ene hys ferys syne: The chiftanys all abowt hym lowkyt war, Quhilk glaidsum warryn of this joyus fair. O douchty men, quod he, worthy in weris, 15 The grettast part of our warkis and afferis Beyn endit now, sa that in tyme cummyng All feir and dreid ar passyt of ony thyng: Thir bene the spulȝe, and first weirly weid, Reft from the prowd kyng be my handis in deid; 20 Lo, heir Mezentius venquyst lyis doun bet. Now to the wallys of Lawrent and the ȝet The way is maid to kyng Latyn to wend. Tharfor addres ȝour myndis, and attend To armys and to weirfar euery ane, 25 Provydand in ȝour consatis for bargane; So that ȝhe reddy be, and na delay May stoppyn ȝou, nor stunnys ane other day, Be ȝour awyn sleuth, for lak of gude forsycht, Gif ȝe onwarnyst beys callyt to the fycht: 30 Alssone as fyrst the Goddis omnipotent By sum sygnys or takyn lyst consent The ensenȝeis and baneris be vphynt, And all the ȝonkeris meyt for swerdis dynt, Of thar tentis convoyt in array, 5 Se ȝhe all reddy be than, but delay. And, in the meyn quhile, lat ws to erd haue The corpsys of our fallowys onbegraue; Quhilk only honour is haldyn in daynte At Acheron, the lawest hellys see. 10 Pas on, he said; tha sawlys valȝeant, Quhilk, with habundans of thar blude bysprent, Has conquyst ws this realm apon sik wys, Do honour with thar funeral servys, And wirschip with thar finale last rewardis. 15 Bot first, befor all corpsis of tha lardis, Ontill Evandrys dolorus cite Of ȝong Pallas the body send mon we; Quham, wantand na vertu nor prowes, The wofull day hes ws byreft expres, 20 And with a wofull slauchter caucht, allace! Thus said he, wepand salt terys our hys face: Syne tuke hys vayage towart the ilk sted Quhar Pallas lyfles corps was lyggand ded; Quham ancyent Acetes thar dyd kepe, 25 With flottyryt berd of terys all beweip; The quhilk Acetes had tofor ybe Squyer to kyng Evander, from the cite Of Parrha cummyn into Arcady, And at thys tyme was send in cumpany 30 With hys deir fostyr child he had in cur, Bot not, as ayr, with happy aventur. About the corps alhaill the multitud Of servyturis and Troiane commonys stud, And dolorus Phrigyane wemen, on thar gys, 5 With hair down schaik, and petuus spraichis and cryis. Bot, fra that enterit was Eneas bald Within the portis of that large hald, A huge clamour thai rasyt and womentyng, Betand thar brestis quhill all the lyft dyd ryng; 10 So lowd thar wofull bewalyng habundis That all the palyce dynnys and resoundis. Thys prynce hym self, fra that he did behald The snaw quhite vissage of this Pallas bald, Hys hed vphald, mycht nocht the self sustene, 15 And eik the gapand dedly wond hes sene, Maid by the sperys hed Rutilyane Amyd hys snerth and fair slekyt breist bane. With terys brystand from hys eyn, thus plenyt: O douchty child, maist worthy tobe menyt, 20 Has fortoun me envyit sa far that, eft Our weill is cummyn, thus thou art me bereft, Sa that thou suld not se our ryng, said he, Nor ȝit as victor with prosperyte Onto thy faderis cite hame retour? 25 Syk promys hecht I not the lattir hour To thy fader Evandrus, quhen that he At my departyng last embrasyt me, And send me to conquys a large empyre: And, dredand eyk for the, that lordly syre 30 Vs monyst tobe war and avyse, Becaus the men quhamwith to do had we War bald and stern; said, we had wer at hand With bustuus folk, that weill in stryfe durst stand. Now, certis, he levand in hoip, invane, 5 For thy prosper returnyng haym agane Perchans doith mak prayer and offerandis, Chargeand the altaris oft with hys awyn handis: Bot we hys lyfles child, quhilk aw na thyng Onto the Goddis of the hevynly ryng, 10 With womentyng heir menand tendyrly, And vayn honour, accumpaneis by and by. O fey onhappy kyng Archadian! Now thy sonnys ded corps cruelly slane Thou sal behald: allace, the panys strang! 15 This is our haymcom thou desyrit lang; This salbe our triumphe thou lang abaid, To se thy a son on hys beir tre laid! Ha! quhat, is this my promys and gret faith? Bot, O Evander, beys not with me wraith; 20 Thou sall not se thy son was dryve abak With schamefull wondis that he caucht in the bak: Ne thou hys fader, war he alyve this day, Suld nevir haue lak of hym, ne for hym pray For hys desert he deit a schamefull deth; 25 And now with honour hes he ȝald the breth. Bot netheles, quhat harm, ful ways me! Quhou large support, hey! quhat beld or supple In hym hes tynt Ausonya the ryng, And quhou gret deill hes lost Ascanyus ȝyng! 30

CAP. II.

_Ȝong Pallas corps is till Evander sent, With all honour accordyny hys tyrment._

Quhen he bewalyt had on this maner, This wofull corps he bad do lyft on beir, And with hym send a thousand men in hy Walyt of euery rowt and cumpany, Forto convoy and do hym falloschip 5 At hys last honour and funeral wirschip, And tobe present at the lamentyng Of hys fader, to comfort hys murnyng; Thocht smal solace was that to hys regrait, Quhilk was sa huge, bot to hys estait 10 Accordit weill that sik thingis suld be, Quhen all wightis mycht rew on hym to se. Sum of Eneas ferys bissely Flakis to plet thame presys by and by, And of small wikkyris forto beld a beir 15 Of sowpill wandis and of bronys seir, Bund with the syonys or the twystis sle Of small rammell or stobys of akyn tre. Thyr beddis beldyt, or funeral lytteris, Syk tumbys as for ded corps efferis, 20 With greyn burgionys and branchys fair and weill Thai gan ourheld, and stentys euery deill: Amyd the quhilkis, of blumys apon a byng Strowyt full hie, thai laid this Pallas ȝyng; Lyggyn tharon als semly forto se As is the fresch flowris schynand bewte, Newly pullyt vp from hys stalkis smaill With tendyr fyngeris of the damysaill, Or the soft violet that doys freschly schyne, 5 Or than the purpour flour, hayt jacynthyne; Quham all thocht the erth hys moder with sap Hym nurys not, nor comfortis on hir lap, Ȝyt than hys schene cullour and figur glaid Is not all went, nor hys bewte defaid. 10 Eneas syne twa robbys furth gart fold Of rych purpour and styf burd of gold, Quhilk vmquhil Dydo, Quheyn of Sydones, Of sik laubour full byssy tho, I ges, As at that tyme to ples hym wonder glaid, 15 With hir awyn handis to hym wrocht and maid, Wovyn full weill, and brusyt as rych wedis, Of costly stuf and subtell goldyn thredis; And with the tane of thir full dolorusly Eneas cled the ȝyng Pallas body, 20 Tobe hys finall and hys last honour: Hys lokkis and hys harys the self hour, Quhilkis war forto be brynt in assys cald, Into the tother habyt dyd he fald. Abuf all thys, rewardis mony ane, 25 Yconquest in this batall Lawrentane, In haill hepys with hym hes he send, And bad thai suld tak gud kepe and attend To leid the pray per ordour pompusly. Feill horssys als he gaue thame by and by, 30 With wapynnys eik, and other precyus geir, That he had reft hys fa men in the weir: The presoneris alsso, quham he had tak, He send with handis bund behynd thar bak, Quhilkis, at the obsequies or entyrment, 5 To the infernal gostis suldbe sent, And with thar bludis sched, as was the gys, The funeral flambe strynkyll in sacrifys. He bad the capitanys and the dukis all, In syng of trophe or pomp triumphall, 10 Gret perkis bair of treyn saplyng that squair is, Cled with the armour of thar aduersaris, To wryte and hyng tharon baith all and sum The namys of thar ennemys ourcum. Furth led was the onsilly Acetes, 15 Ourset with age, and sorow mycht nocht ces; Now bludyand hys awyn breist with hys fystis, Now with hys nalys hys face rentis and brystis, And oft down fallys spaldit on the erd, With mony gowl, and a full petuus rerd. 20 And furth war led rych cartis for the nanys, Besprent with blude of the Rutylianys. And eftir com Aethon, hys werly steid, Dispulȝeit of hys harnessyng and weid; Wepand he went for wo, men mycht haue seyn 25 With gret terys floddyrrit hys face and eyn. Ane bair hys helm, ane other bair hys speir; For the remanys of hys harnes and geir, Syk as hys rych gyrdill, and cotarmour, Turnus victor byreft hym in the stour. 30 Furth haldis syne the drery cumpany Of Troianys, and Tyrrheyn dukis thame by; And wofull Archadis, in syng of dolour, weris Scheldis reversyt, and doun turnyt thar speris. And eftir that, per ordour, by and by, 5 Thai beyn furth passyt euery cumpany, Eneas tho can styntyng and abaid, And with a petuus regrait thus he said: The horribill batellys of thir sammyn weris Tyll otheris funerall womentyng and terys 10 Callys ws from thens; we may nocht follow the, Thyne entyrment forto behald and se. Adew for ay, Pallas, beluffyt best, Fair weill for evyr intill eternall rest! Na mair he said, bot went towart new Troy, 15 Entrand tharin with terys of ennoy.

CAP. III.

_Quhou Eneas onto the Latynys gave Twelf days of respyt the ded corps to grave._

Be this war cum fra kyng Latynys cyte Ambassatouris, with branch of olyve tre, Besekand favouris and benevolens; That he wald suffir tobe careyt from thens 20 Tha corpsys ded, quhilkis on the feldis broun Lay strowyt heir and thar, with swerd bet down, And thame restor agane of hys gentre, To suffyr thame begravyn for tobe; Assuryng hym, thar mycht be led na weir On venquyst folkis, that lyfles mycht not steir, And prayt spair thar pepill at syk myschans, 5 Quhylum clepyt hys frendis and acquentans. Quhen that Eneas, heynd, curtas, and gud, Thar peticioun sa ressonabill vndirstud, As man that was fulfillyt of bonte, Thar hail desyre full glaidly grantit he, 10 And forthir eik onto thame thus he said: O Latyn folkis, quhat mysfortoun onglaid Has ȝou involuyt in sa onhappy weir That ȝhe chays ws away, ȝour frendis deir? Desyre ȝhe paix bot for thame that bene lost 15 By marcyall fayt, and slane into this ost? And I, forsuyth, tyll all that levand be Wald glaidly grant the sammyn, I say for me. Neuir hyddyr had I cummyn, wer not, perfay, Into this sted the fatys hecht for ay 20 Our restyng place providit and herbry; Ne na weirfar with ȝour pepill led I. Bot ȝour kyng has our confiderans vpgeif, And rather hes settyn all hys beleif On Turnus vassalage and his hie prowes: 25 Thocht mor equale and ganand war, I ges, To this Turnus, the brekar of our paix, Till aventour hymself to de in pres. Gif he pretendis in batale with a brand To end the weir, or Troianys of this land 30 Forto expell, heir semyt hym vnder scheild With wapynnys to recontre me in feild, That nane bot ane of ws war left levand, Quhais lyfe God lyst withhald, or hys rycht hand. Now haldis on, and all the lyfles banys 5 And corpsis of ȝour wratchit citeȝanys Do byrn, and bery eftir ȝour awyn gys: Says Eneas, the Troiane war and wys. Than of hys speche so awondrit war thai, Kepit thar silens, and wist nocht quhat to say; 10 And athir towartis otheris turnys, but mayr, And can behald his fallow in a stair. The eldast man amang thame, finaly, Clepyt Drances, that had full gret envy At ȝyng Turnus, all way to hym infest 15 For ald malyce or of cryme manyfest, Begouth to speke and ansuer thus agane: O huge gret is thy fame, thou Duke Troiane, Bot far grettar all owt we may aspy Thy dedis of armys and thy chevalry: 20 With quhat lovyngis equaill may I compair The to the Goddis in hevyn abuf the ayr? Quhidder sall I fyrst extoll, and wonder in the, Thy gret gentryce and sa just equyte, Or thy gret fors and laubour bellicall? 25 Glaidly, forsuyth, now haymwart bair we sall Ontill our natyve bundis and cite Thir sa gret sygnys of humanyte; And, gif that ony chans can fynd the way, We sall do fully all that evir we may 30 The to conione with kyng Latyn in hy: Lat Turnus quhar hym list go seik ally. And forthir eik weil lykis ws at all To help till rays this fatale massy wall, And forto ber apon our schuldris war joy 5 Thir stonys gret to thys new wark of Troy. Thus said Drances, and all the remanent Tharto annerdis with haill voce and consent. Twelf days of trewys thai band, to stanch debait, Forto kepe paix, and werys sequestrate: 10 Than throu the woddis and thir holtis hie Troianys and Latynys sammyn, he and he, Quhar so thame list, wandris but danger. The heich eschis soundis thar and heir For dyntis rude of the scharp stelyt ax; 15 Down weltit ar with mony granand strakis The fyrrys rekand to the sternys on hie; The mekill syllis of the warryn tre With weggis and with proppis beyn devyd; The strang gustand cedyr is al to schyde; 20 Ne ces thai not apon the jargand wanys The gret akys to turs away atanys.

CAP. IV.

_The kyng Evander complenyt sor and wareit, Quhen his son Pallas ded was to hym careit._

Than Fame with this, alsfast as scho mycht spryng, As messynger of sa gret womentyng, Flaw furth, and all with murnyng fillys sche Evander kyng hys palyce and cyte, Quhilk layt tofor had schawyn that Pallas In Latyum landis sa victoryus was; Now says sche, lo, is he brocht on beir! 5 The Archadis ruschit to the portis in feir, And euery wyght in handis hynt als tyte Ane hait fyre broynd, eftir the ald ryte, In lang ordour and rabill, that all the stretis Of schynand flambys lemys brycht and gletis. 10 Quhil all the large feildis of the light Myght seueraly be raknyt at a sight. The Troiane rowtis, on the tother hand, With thame adionys thar folkis sair wepand: Quham as the matronys beheld on sik wys 15 So duylfully wend to the kyngis palys, The dolorus town in euery streit and way With petuus scrykis and gowlyng fyllit thai. Than was na fors Evander mycht refreyn, Bot in amyddis thame with gret disdene 20 He ruschis, plenand on wofull maner, And fell on growf abuf ded Pallas beir, Wepand and waland as his hart wald breke; Embrasyt hym, bot no word mycht he speke: And scars at last with gret difficulte 25 The cundytis of his voce war lowsyt fre; Quhen he mycht speke, than thir hys wordis was: This is nocht thy last cunnand, son Pallas; Thou promyst not so vnto thy fader deir, Bot at thou suld pas mair warly in weir, 30 And not in danger of the cruell Mart. Owr weill I wist, with harmys at my hart, Quhat aventour, and of quhou mekill mycht Till ony ȝong man, the first feld in fight, Was gret desire of new loif or glory, 5 And how sweit was renown of chevalry. Allace! the first commancement and assays To ȝyng men beyn in weir full fey always; And rycht hard bene the first entechment Of hasty batall to thame bene not acquent. 10 My vowys nor my prayeris gret and small War not accept to nane of Goddis all. O thou my blissyt spows, decessit or now, Full happy of that ded in faith was thou, That to thys sorow not preservyt was! 15 Bot be the contrar I, allace, allace! Ourlevit has my fatys profitabill, And am alyve as fader miserabill: Quham, wald God, in ȝon sammyn mortale weris Rutilyanys had ourquhelmyt with thar speris, 20 That, followand to the feild my feris of Troy, I mycht haue ȝald this sawle full of ennoy, So that this funeral pomp, quhilk heir is wrocht My body, and nocht Pallas, hame had brocht! Ne byd I nocht ȝou, Troianys, to argew 25 Of amyte and allyance bund of new, Ne our rycht handis and promys, quhilkis we In frendschip knyt and hospitalyte: This mysfortoun is myne of ald thirlage, As tharto detbund in my wrachit age. 30 Bot had this hasty ded, sa ondigest, Haue sufferit bot my son a stound to lest, Quhill of Rutilianys he had slane thousandis, And investit the Troianys in thar landis, That is to say, in Latyum or Lavyn, 5 Weill lykyt me that he had endyt syne. And forthir eik, Pallas, my son so deir, Na mair rychly cowth I the lay on beir, Nor with mair wirschip list me entyre the, Than is providit be reuthfull Enee, 10 Be myghty Troianys and pryncis Tyrrheyn: For all the Tuscane menȝe, as heir is seyn, Gret trophe and rich spulȝe hyddir bryngis, On perkis rychly cled with thar armyngis Quham thy richt hand in feild had put to ded. 15 Bot, O thou Turnus, in this sammyn sted Amangis otheris heir suld thou haue be, In form and maner of a stok of tre, Gyf ȝhe of age had beyn equale and perys, And baith elyke cummyn to ȝour strenthy ȝheris. 20 Bot now, allace! I, fey onhappy wight, Quharto delay I Troianys from the fyght? Pas haym in haist, and remember to say Thir my desiris to ȝour prynce, I ȝou pray: Evander says that thy ryght hand, Ene, 25 Is all the caws that he delays to de, Or that this haitsum lyfe sustene he wald. Sen now is lost hys son Pallas the bald: Sa till hym that he oblist is of det, Baith to the son and the fader, to set 30 Ȝon Turnus slauchter for owr recompens: To the Eneas only, but offens, And to fortoun, remanys this journay ȝit, Quharwith thou may thankfully be acquyt. Tell hym, na lust to lyf langar seyk I; 5 Onlesum war syk plesour I set by; Bot for a thraw desyre I to lest heir, Turnus slauchter and deth with me to beir, As glaid tithandis onto my child and barn, Amang the gostis law in skowgis dern. 10

CAP. V.

_Heir athir party takis byssy cuyr The ded bodeis to graif in sepultur._

The meyn sesson Aurora rasyt hir lycht, Richt confortabill for euery mortall wight, Rendryng agane the oportunyte Of laubour and of wyrkyng, as we se. The prynce Eneas, and the kyng Tarchon, 15 Gret byngis has of treys mony one Vpbeldyt, by the bowand costis bay. Thydder euery ane dyd cary, but delay, Eftir thar eldris gys, onto that sted The corpsis of thar frendis that war ded, 20 As for to do thar observans of det; And thar vnder the smoky fyre has set, Quhill that the hevynnys hye dyd walxin dirk, Involuyt with the reky stewys myrk. And thrys on fut all sammyn euery man In schynand armour abowt the fyris ran, And thrys the wofull funerall inglys thai 5 Circulyt abowt on horsbak in array, With gowlyng and with vocis myserabill; Quhill that of trigland terys lamentabill The feildis strowyt war in euery place, Armouris all wet with wepyng, and thar face. 10 The clamour of the men and trumpys stevyn Gan spryngyng vp on hight onto the hevyn. Syne cumis sum, and in the fyre dyd slyng The weirly wedis, spulȝe, and armyng, Rent from the Latynys slane into the weir; 15 As helmys, scheildis, and rych swerdis seir, Brydillys, and all thir stedis trappouris fair, The hasty hurland charyot quhelys squair: And other sum kest in the fyre syk geir As weilbekend the corps was wont to weir, 20 Thar awyn wapynnys, and thar onsilly scheildis, Quhilk mycht thame nocht defend into the feildis. Full mony carcage of thir oxin gret Abowt the fyris war brytnyt and downbet, And bustuus bowkis of the byrsyt swyne, 25 Our feildis all byreft from euery hyne; Thai steik the beistis, and swakkis in the fyre, Endlang the costis all tho byrnand schyre; And can behald quhou that thar feris brynt, Observand weill the gledis half owt quent, 30 And eik the assys half brynt of the ded: Ne may thai thens be harlyt of that sted, Quhill at the hevyn ourquhelmyt the dyrk nycht, That ganand is for fyry sternys brycht. And, netheles, the Latynys lamentabill 5 In placis seir fyris innumerabill Vpbeldit has, and sum with wofull rerd Feill corpsis deip bedelvys vnder erd; And sum alsso in cartis haue thai sent To townys in the feildis adiacent; 10 And sum alsso war send to the cite, Tobe entyrit as thame accordyt be: The remanent all sammyn assemlyt ourane, But numbyr and but ordour, euery ane, Of corpsys slane in huge heip byrn thai: 15 And thus, on athir sydis, the hie way And large feildis dyd oft of fyris schyne. As that the thryd days lycht eftir syne The dyrk nycht removyt from the sky, The assys deip, murnand with mony a cry, 20 Down dyd thai cast, and scrapis owt atanys The hait amyrris and the byrslyt banys; And ȝit all warm, onculyt, sone thai have Bedelvyn thame, and in the erd begrave. Bot, certis, than renewys the womentyng 25 Within the mychty burgh of Latyn kyng, The rumour rays and murmour principaly Of bewalyng all owt the maist party. The wofull moderis and matronys wepis heir, The eldmoderis, and eyk the systeris deir; 30 Thar mycht be hard with duylfull breistis greyt The ȝyng babbys walyng on the streyt, That had thar faderis slane this hyndir day, Cryand, ichane, allace! and weill away! Thai curs and wary fast this vengeabill weir, 5 And Turnus wedlok bannys with mony a teir: All in a voce thai cry, desirand he Suld ondertak the batall and melle, And feght allane to mak end of this thing, As he the quhilk pretendis to weld the ryng 10 Of Italy with honour pryncipall, Desyrand that he suld be lord of all. The brym Drances aggregis weill this thyng, And buyr on hand baldly befor the kyng Nane bot this Turnus challance wald Enee, 15 Turnus only to feght desyris he. And, be the contrar, mony sensymentis For Turnus schawys evident argumentis: Of queyn Amatha the gret authoryte Dekkis and defendis hym with wordis sle; 20 And hys gret fame and actis triumphall Hys querrell dyd susteyn agane thame all.

CAP. VI.

_Befor king Latyn and hys consale in deid Venulus schawis respons of Diomeid._

Abuf all this, lo, the ilk stound onon Thyr messyngeris, all trist and wobegon, Returnyt haymwart into thar maist neid From the gret cite of schir Dyomed; Reportand answer, that alhaill was lost Thar lang travale and maist sumptuus cost; Schortly, thai had doyn thar na thyng at docht, 5 The rych gyftis nor gold avalyt nocht, For all thar large requestis and prayeris; To help the Latyn pepill in thar weris Behuffyt thame to seik other supple, Or to mak paix with Troiane prynce Ene. 10 Herand thir wordis, this ald Latyn kyng Falys all curage, with gret lamentyng: For patently the Goddis wraik, hym thocht, Schew that by fait Ene was thyddir brocht, And manifest mycht of Goddis hym dyd sustene, 15 That schew the new gravys befor thar eyn. Quharfor, a gret consale assemlys he, And callys the cheif ledaris of hys menȝe, Chargeand thai suld in hys palyce conveyn Onto the riall chymmys. Tho bedeyn 20 Thai flok so fast that euery way was hyd. Thys ancyent kyng dyd set hym dovn amyd The cepturyt men, as first and pryncipall, Bot no thyng semyng glaid of cheir at all. Than the ambassat, that was returnyt agane 25 From Dyomedis cite Etholiane, He bad do schaw the credens that thai brocht, Per ordour haill thar answer, faland nocht. Silens was maid, ilk man hys tong held than, And Venulus, of thame the gretast man, 30 Begouth fortill obey the kyngis charge, And schew hys credens planely thus at large: O citeȝanys, we haue visseit Diomed, And seyn thai strenthys by thame of Arge in deid Vpbeldyt in the boundis of Italy; 5 The ways thiddir we haue met by and by, And eschapyt all dangeris by the gait, All thocht our journay was nocht fortunait. We haue twichit that sammyn douchty hand By quham of Troy distroyt was town and land: 10 Quhilk now as victor, in the feildis plane Besyde the skyrtis of the mont Gargane, Within boundis of Japigya fulȝe, That now on days Apulȝe clepyng we, Vprasyt hes the cite Argyripas, 15 Quham fra hys natyve pepill namyt he has. Fra that we entryt war in hys presens, And forto speik was geif ws audiens, The gyftis and rewardys present we; Our credens, our estait, and our cuntre, 20 Declaryt plane, and quha with wer ws socht, And quhat occasioun had ws thidder brocht. He hard ws weill, and on a frendly wys Thus answer maid with wordis war and wys: O fortunat folk, quhar Saturn regnyt swa, 25 Ȝhe ancyent pepill of Ausonya, Quhat mysaventour and onkyndly heyt Ȝou steris from ȝour lang rest and quyet, Prouocand ȝou to movyng, rays, and steir, Sa peralus, onkowth, and onthrifty wer? 30 For euery ane of ws that dyd offens In Troys bundis with swerd and violens, Or cruell handis set fortill invaid Kyng Priamus, and of hys realm degraid; (I leif ontald all thai that in the feld 5 By Troys wallys hes swelt vnder scheld, Or that the flude of Symois by the town Drownyt in stremys warpis vp and dovn;) Our all the warld of ws hail the remanys Beyn punyst fore with onrehersabill panys, 10 And sufferit hes all maner of turment: Ful weill knawis my wordis, quhat I ment, The sorofull constillatioun of Mynerve, Quhilk causyt mony douchty man to sterve; And on the costis of Euboica 15 The rokis beris witnes ȝit alssua, And the montane Caphareus, God woit, That vengeans tuke and wraik apon our floyt. From that weirfar and cursyt chevalry We cachyt ar to syndry costis, far by 20 Our natyve bundis and ald heritage. Lo, Menelay, ane of the cheif barnage, And Atrius son, yclepyt Atrydes, To Protheus pillaris, bait Pyramydes, Constrenyt is in exill forto wend; 25 Vlixes alsso, as full weill is kend, Bewavyt is wyd quhar our all the see, So that the Ciclopes of Ethna saw he. Quhat suld I tell of Neoptolemus, That other wys to name is hait Pyrrhus, 30 The hard myschans and tynsell of hys ryng? Or quhou aganys Idomeneus the kyng Hys kyndly Goddis and cuntre dyd rebell, And hym gan of hys natyve realm expell? Or quhou the Locrys, Aiax Oelyus ost, 5 Now doys inhabyt the waist Lybyan cost? Sen he hym self the gret Agamemnon, The kyng of Myce, and cheif ledar of on Of all the Grekis ostis in batale, Ha, schame to say! fowlely befell, 10 That by the handis of hys awyn wife The first nycht in hys palyce lost hys lyfe. And he that venquyst Asya lyis ded; The sle adultrar occupiis hys sted. The Goddis eik sa far did me invy, 15 That in my natyue land neuer sall I spy My chaist spousage, lyke as befor hes bene, Ne Calydon my realm of crymys cleyn. And now alsso, a grisly thyng to se! Ane selcouth monstre, lo, betyd hes me: 20 My ferys lost with plumys in the ayr As thame best lykis ar fleand our al quhar, Allace of my folkis the vengeabill wraik! Transformyt in fowlys, wandris by the laik, And of thar lamentabill and wofull sowndis 25 The large costis dynnys and redoundis. Thir myschevys for my trespas and cryme, I may traist, hes betyd me sen that tyme That I, witles and so rakles, perfay, The hevynly bodeis durst with swerd assay, 30 And with smert wond was our presumptuus To violat the rycht hand of Venus. Solist na mar, quod he, persuaid me nocht That to so dangerus batellis I be brocht. Eftir the bettyng down of Troys wallys, 5 With the Tewcranys, quhat chance that euir befallis, I will na mair debatis mak nor weris; Nor of our ald stryfe thir hyndir ȝheris, That so myschews was and bad to se, May I glaidly remember now, said he. 10 Tha giftis rych, and mony fair presandis, Quhilkis ȝe to me hes brocht furth of ȝour landis, Return and beir onto the Prynce Ene. Contrar hys keyn dartis ellis stand haue we, And hand for hand matchit hym in fycht: 15 Beleif me as expert, quhou stowt and wight Is he owther in batale place or feld, And how sternly he rasys vp hys scheild, Or with quhou gret a thud in the melle Ane lance towartis hys aduersar thrawys he. 20 Forthir, he said, I certify ȝou alsua, That, gif the forsaid grond of Phrygia Twa othir sik men fosterit had or bred, The citeis all of Arge mycht sore haue dred, And the offpryng of Dardan esely 25 Mycht in our realmys arryvit by and by, So that Grece suld haue murnyt, euery tovn, The fatis ald reuersit vp syd dovn. Alhail the stop, resistans, and delay, Mayd at Troy wallys, quhil the sege thar lay, 30 Was by the handis of Hector and Ene; The Grekis conquyst lang tyme, trastis me, By thame was styntit, apon sik maner That it prolongit was quhil the tent ȝer. Athir of thame in bonte and curage 5 Excelland war, and full of vassalage; Athir of thame maist souerane and douchty In dedis of armys, prowes, and chevalry: Bot this Ene was first all owt expres Of reuth, compassioun, and of gentilnes. 10 Tharfor all sammyn adionys ȝour rycht handis In ferm allyance of concord, and sik bandis Be ony wys se ȝhe optene, quod he; For, gif thai start till armys in melle, Be war with thame fortill debait, I red. 15 Maist nobill kyng of kyngis, in this sted Hys answer hes thou hard, as I haue tald, And twichand this gret batale quhat he wald.

CAP. VII.

_The kyng proponys with Enee to tak pes Incontrar Turnus; tharto persuadis Drances._

Scars had the messyngeris thir wordis said, Quhen all the Latynys, trublyt, full onglaid, 20 Fra hand to hand quhispyris fast and roundis, On diuers wys demyng with murmour soundis: Lyke as the swyft watir stremys cleir Sum tyme rowtand men on far may heir, Quhar it is stoppit with thir stanys round, That of the ryveris brute and brokkyn sound, Brystand on skelleis our thir demmyt lynnys, 5 The bankis endlang all the fludis dynnys. Bot eftir that thar mudis mesyt wer, Thar waverand wordis stanchit and sik beir, With reuerens first blyssand the Goddis mycht, The kyng thus carpys from hys trone on hycht: 10 O Latyn pepill, forsuyth I wald al gait, And so had beyn far bettir, weill I wait, Full lang or now avisyt had we be Twychand the common weill and materis hie; And not at sik a poynt, apon this wys, 15 Our consale to assembill and to avys, Quhen that our fays and aduersaris ar bown Forto bysege the wallys of our town. O citeȝanys, we move and ledis at hand Ane wer inoportune, quhilk is onganand, 20 Aganys folkis of Goddis clan discend, That beyn invincybill, and weill can defend So that na bargane may thame irk nor tyre; Nor thocht thai venquyst war, baith man and syre, May thai desist, ne withdraw the melle. 25 Gif ony hope or confidens had we In chevalry of the Etholianys, Quhilkis in Napillis with Dyomed remanys, And for thir men of armys thidder send, Do all sik traste away, and ȝou defend: 30 Lat euery man in his awyn self haue hope. But quhou febill sik traste is ȝe may grope, And eik befor ȝour eyn cleir may ȝe se In quhou gret perrell and proplexite All other materis lyis now or standis; 5 All sic thyngis bene braid amang ȝour handis. I will accus nor argu now na wight. All haill the fors or strenth mycht be in sycht Exercyt was, I wait; sen all the flour And pyssans of this realm dyd stryve in stour. 10 Now so it is that I will breifly end, And in schort wordis mak onto ȝou kend The dowtsum purpos in my mynd remanys; Attendans geif, and harkis all at anys. I haue, besyde Tyber the Tuscane flude, 15 Ane ald feld onprofitabill and rude, Far strekand west to the bundis quhar remanys The Scicyll pepill, quhilkis clepit ar Sycanys: The folk Auruncane and of Rutuly This grand sawys full onthriftely, 20 With scharp plewis and steill sokkis seir Thai hard hillys hyrstis forto eyr, And on thir wild holtis harsk alsso In faynt pastur doith thar bestis go. All that cuntre and band of hillis hie, 25 Sa full of rochis pynnakillis, as we se, Lat it be geif for amyte and concord To the Troianys, and Eneas thar lord; Syne offer thame equale trety condyng, And, as our perys, do call thame in this ryng; 30 All sammyn lat thame dwell heir by and by, Gif thai haue sik desyre to Italy, Do lat thame beld thar cite wallys squar. Bot gif so be that thai lyst ellis quhar To othir costis or pepill forto wend, 5 Thar dwellyng place for ay to apprehend, And possibill be that of our boundis thai May so depart, and from thens wend away; Twys ten schippis lat ws beld agane Of strang tymmyr and treis Italyane, 10 And gif thai wald compleit ma in this land, The stuf lyis all reddy by the strand: Of thar schippis the numbir and maner Lat thame command, and we sal furnys heir The irne graith, the warkmen, and the wrychtis, 15 And all that to the schippis langis of rychtis. And forthir eik it lykis me, quod he, To ber my wordis to this prynce Ene, And to conferm our frendschip and our pes, Ane hundreth gay ambassatouris, but les, 20 Of gretast blude of the Latyn menȝe, And in thar handis reke furth the peaceable tre; And bair hym giftis and rewardis large, Of gold and evoir mony sovm and charge, The char or sete accordyng for the ryng, 25 Our rob ryall, ensenȝeys of a kyng. Avys heiron amangis ȝou for the best, And help to bryng our febill weill to rest. Ane Drances tho vpstud, and speke began: The quhilk Drances was the self man 30 That, as we said haue laitly heir tofor, Was rycht molest to Turnus euermor, Quham the renovn of Turnus and glory Prikkyt full sor with lurkand hyd envy; Of moblis rych and plentuus was he, 5 And maste expert in speche and wordis sle, Bot of his handis into batale sted Full cald of curage, dolf as ony led, And into consalys gevyng he was hald A man nocht indegest, bot wys and cald; 10 Bot ane seditioun or a brek to make Sa masterfull, tharin was nane hys mayk: The nobill kynrent of hys moderis syde Maid hym full gret of blude, and full of pryde; Hys fader was oncertane and onknaw. 15 And vp he startis in this ilk thraw, With thir wordis Turnus to ourcharge, Aggregyng on hym wrath and malyce large: O douchty kyng, thou axis consale, said he, Of that mater quhilk, as semys me, 20 Is nother dyrk nor dowtsum, bot full cleir, That mysteris not our avicis beyn heir. The pepill haill grantis that thai wait Quhat forton schawys, and in quhat estait Our materis standis; bot thai ar arch to schaw, 25 Quhispirand amangis thame, thai stand sik aw. Bot caus hym geif thame liberte to speke, Do way his bost, at thar breth may outbreke; I meyn of hym, by quhais onhappy werd, And fraward thewys, now ded on the erd 30 Samony cheif chiftanys and dukis lyis: Forsuyth, I sall say furth all myne avys, All thocht with brag and bost, or wapynnys, he Me doith await, and mannans forto de: For by hys dedis may we se expres 5 Thys cite haly plungit in distres, Quhillys that he has maid hym to assay The Troianys strenth, and stall sa sone away, Havand assurans to withdraw and fle, And into armys dois bost the hevynnys hie. 10 Bot, O thou all thar best and riall kyng, To all thir gyftis ekis bot a thyng; Onto thir presandis, and wys wordis seir, That to Troianys thou has byd say and beir, Ekis a gift, and lat neuer demyt be 15 The bustuusness of ony may dant the, Bot that thi douchter, O thou fader gude, Onto ȝon worthy prynce of gentill blude Be gevyn, tobe thy son in law, I wys, As he that worthy sik a wedlok is; 20 And knyt vp paix, but mor disseuerans, With that eternall band of allyans. And gif sa gret raddour or dreid haue we Within our myndis or our breistis, quod he, That, for Turnus, we dar nocht do sik thyng; 25 Than lat ws for the weilfar of this ryng Beseik hym tharfor, and with haill entent Require hym at he wald grant hys consent, So that the kyng, at hys fre volunte, Mycht oys and do hys proper dewyte, 30 And, for the weill publik of this land, Desyre that he na wys tharto ganestand. O Turnus, hed and causar verraly Of thir myschevis gret in Italy, Quharto sa feill sys in playn perrellis now 5 Thir sylly wrachit citeȝanys warpis thou? Nane hoip of weilfar haue we in this wer: For paix halely we all the requer, Togiddyr with Lavinia the schene may, Quhilk is the pand or plege, this dar I say, 10 Of paix tobe kepit inviolate. And I forsuyth, quhilk, as be thy consait, Thou fenys thyne evill willar forto be, And for the common weill, sa mot I thee, So forto cum I refus nocht, gud broder, 15 Bot lo me heir, now formest of all other Humylly the besekyng: I requer, Haue mercy, lord, of thyne awyn frendis deir, Lat be thy stowt mynd, go thy way but lak, With ane mair strang rebute and dryve abak. 20 Ded corpsis bet down enew haue we seyn, Our large feldis and boundis all betweyn Left desolate and waist of induelleris. Bot gif thy fame and gret renown the steris, Gyf in thy breist sa hie curage and mycht 25 Thou has consauyt, thynkand the sa wight, And gif that on sik wys this hald ryall Suldbe thy dowry and rych gyft dotall Thou berys in hart, and is to the sa deir; Do vndyrtake this thyng, and end the weir: 30 Addres thy body baldly, and not spayr Forto recontyr alone thyne aduersar, To that entent, that Turnus all hys lyfe May weld the kyngis douchter to hys wyfe; So that we, dolf of curage as the led, 5 Be not doun strowit in the feildis ded, In cumpaneis onberyit or bewalyt. Bot thou, that has in feild sa feil assalyt, Gyf ony strenth thou has or hardyment, Or marciall prowes steryng thyne entent 10 For thy cuntre; aganyst the, for hys rycht, Behald thy fa prouocand the to fyght, Ȝondir all reddy to mak hys party gude: Delay no mor, bot manfully go to it.

CAP. VIII.

_Turnus, at Drances speche commovit sair, Rycht subtelly allegis the contrar_.

The fers mude of Turnus, this bald syre, 15 At sik sawys kyndillyt hait as fyre; Sychand rycht sor deip in hys breist onon, Thir wordis pronuncis with a petuus grone: Drances, said he, forsuyth euer hes thou beyn Large and to mekill of spech, as weil is seyn 20 Now, quhen the batale desyris wark at hand: The consale syttand, first thou doys vpstand. Bot not with wordis suld the cowrt be fillyt, Set thou be gret tharin, and ful evill willyt, With haltand wordis fleand from the heir, Quhen thou assouerit art of al danger, So lang as that our strenthy wallys gude 5 Our ennemys debarrit doith exclude, Or quhil the fowceis of our forteres Rynnys not our of bludy spait, I ges. Tharfor trump vp, blaw forth thyne eloquens, As thou was wont to do, mak thy defens: 10 Bot than thou may, Drances, be myne avice, Me to reproch of feir and cowardyce, Quhen that thi rycht hand into batale sted Sa mony hepis of Troianys hes laid ded, And quhen thou takynnyt hes so worthely 15 With syng tropheall the feildis, as haue I. Full eith it is fortill assay, and se Quhat may our sprety fors in the melle; And, as full weill is knawyn to ws eik, Our fais beyn not far from hens to seik, 20 Bot plant about the wallis of our town: Aganyst thame go mak ws reddy bown. Quhy duellys thou and tareis thus al day? Quhidder gif thy marcial dedis, as thai war ay, Into thy wyndy clattrand tung salbe, 25 And in tha cowart feit, euir wont to fle? Says thou I was repulsyt and dryve away? O maist onworthy wight, quha can that say? Or me justly reprochyng of syk lak, That I rebutyt was or dung abak, 30 By me quhen thou behald mycht Tyber flude Boldyn and ryn on spait with Troian blude, And all the famyll of Evander kyng Brocht onto grond alhail and his ofspryng; And the Archadis, confundyt and ourset, 5 With mony ma in armys I doun bet? The grysly Bytias, and Pandarus his brother, Thai ar expert gif I fled one or other, And eik thai thousand sawlys on a day As victor I to hell send hyne away, 10 Quhen that I was inclusyt at distres Amyd myne ennemys wallis and forteres. Thou says, in weir na hoip is of weilfare: O wytles wyght! pronunce that, and declare Sik chance betyd ȝon Dardan capitane, 15 And spa sik thyng onto thy dedis ilkane. And forthir eik, sen thou art mad becum, Ces not forto perturbill all and sum, And with thy felloun raddour thame to fley; The febill myghtis of ȝon pepill sey, 20 Into batale twys venquyst schamefully, Spare not fortill extoll and magnyfy; And, be the contrar, the pissans of Latyn kyng Do set at nocht, bot lychtly, and down thryng. Now the nobill Myrmydon capitanys 25 Quakis in armys for feir of the Troianys, And now Tedeus son Diomedes Agast is, and Larissyane Achilles: And Aufidus, the swyft flowand ryver, Rynnys contyrmont frawart the sey for feir. 30 And quhill alsso this ilk schrewit wight, That is controvar of mony wykkyt slycht, Fenȝeis hym sleyt or abasyt tobe, That he dar not chide furth incontrar me, Than with hys dreid and sle controvit feir 5 My cryme aggregis he on hys maner. Desist, Drances, be not abasyt, I pray, For thou sal neuer los, schortly I the say, By my wapyn nor this rycht hand of myne, Sik ane pevych and catyve saule as thyne: 10 Nay; lat it duell with the, as best may gane, Within that wrachit corps, and thar remane. Now, O thou gret fader and prynce souerane, To the and thy consale I turn agane. Gyf thou list no thyng trasting nor affy 15 Into our armys nor our chevalry; Gyf that we be of help all desolate, And hail at vnder into this last debait, Distroyt for ay, and na help may mak, For that our ost was anys drevyn abak, 20 And forton hes na return ne regres; Lat ws beseik for paix at sik distres, Mak hym request to rew apon our harmys, And reke hym furth our ryght hand bair of armys. Quhoubeit, O! wald God, in this extreme neid 25 That ony thyng of curage or manheid Remanyt, as was wont with ws tobe: Abuse the laif thame worthy thinkis me, Maist fortunat in fatys marcyall, And excellent in hie curage our all, 30 Quhilk wilfully, as that thame selvyn wald, At thai ne suldyn sik myscheif behald, Fell ded to grond by fatale happy werd, And with thar mowth anys bait the erd. Bot gif we haue ryches and moblys seir, 5 And nevir assayt ȝit fresch ȝong power, And, in our helpyng, of Italianys Citeis and pepillys habundis and remanys; Or gif that also to the Troiane syde, With effusioun of blude and wondis wyde, 10 This victory betyd is; trastis me, Thai haue als feill ded corpsis as haue we: Gyf this tempestuus trake of the batale On baith the halfis is all owt equale, Quhy failȝe we so schaymfully our mycht 15 Into the first entre of the fycht? Quhy quakis thus our membris vp and dovn, Befor the bludy blast and trumpis sovn? For tyme, feill sys, and eik the variant chance Of our onstabill lyfe hung in ballance, 20 Reducit hes full mony onlykly thyng To bettir fyne than was thar begynnyng; And fortoun interchangabill with blenkis quent Full mony ane dissauyt hes and schent, Syne eftir in a thraw, this weill I wait, 25 Restoryt thame agane to thar ferm stait. I put the cace, set the Etholianys, With Dyomed and the pepill Arpanys, Lyst not cum in our helpyng nor suple; Ȝit than the bald Mesapus weill wylbe, 30 And the happy Tolumnyus alsso, With all tha other dukis mony mo That fra so feill pepillys beyn hydder sent: And na litill renown, be myne entent, Followys the chosyn folkis of Italy, 5 Nor thame that duellis in Lawrent feildis heirby. Haue we not eik the stalwart Camylla, Of the famyll and kynrent of Volsca, Ledand thir armyt ostis and stern feildis, In byrnyst plait arrayt and schynand scheldis? 10 Bot gyf the Troiane pepill, euery ane, Desyris me to feght in feild allane, Gif that be plesand onto the, schir kyng, And I sa far, eftir Drances menyng, Gaynstandis the common weill; into that cace, 15 That schame sal nevir betyd me in na place: For victory me hatis not, dar I say, Nor lyst syk wys withdraw thir handis twa, That I refus suld to assay ony thyng Quhilk mycht sa gret beleif of weil inbryng. 20 With stowt curage agane hym wend I will, Thocht he in prowes pas the gret Achill, Or set in cace sik armour he weris as he, Wrocht by the handis of God Vulcanus sle. To ȝou, and kyng Latyn my fader in law, 25 I Turnus heir, quham full weill ȝe knaw No thyng behynd, nor tobe reput les, To nane of all our eldris in prowes, This saul and life, the quhilk sa weil I lufe, Doith promys and awowis for ȝour behufe. 30 Thai say, allone me challancis Ene; And I beseik gret God he challance me: Ne byd I not that Drances deir aby Ocht with hys deth, quhar that apposit am I; Nor, quhidder this turn to Goddis wrethfull wraik, 5 Or hardyment and honour, we ondertake, Na thing at all tharof salbe his part; The chans is myne, I will it not astart.

CAP. IX.

_Duryng this disputatioun, as is said, Enee hys ost abowt the town has laid._

Quhill thai thus at gret altricatioun wer Amangis thame self in dowtsum thingis seir, 10 Eneas all his ost and haill army Hes rasyt, trumpyng to the town in hy. A messynger com ruschand in with haist, Amyd the rowtis ran as he war chaist, That with huge rumour and a feirfull dyn 15 Fillit onon the kyngis riall In, And with gret dreid the cite stuffit alquhar; Schawand quhou that thar fays cummyn war In plane batale arrayt, to conclude, The Troiane barnage from Tibir the flude, 20 With ordinance of Tuscan, that dyd spreid In forfront al the large feildis on breid. Onon the pepillis hartis effrayt wer, And commonys breistis proplexit all for feir; In sum, the greif and ire dyd fast habund, Rasyt with brethfull stangis full onsond, And with a felloun dreid all on steir 5 Thai hynt to harnes, and cryis eftir thar gere: Harnes, harnes, all the ȝong citeȝanys With fellon brute and noys schowtis atanys; The febill and agyt faderis wobegone Can pleyn and weip with mony a petuus grone. 10 In euery part the gret clamour and cryis In diuers opinionys rays vp to the skyis: Nane other wys than as sum tyme we knaw The flycht of byrdis fordynnys the thik schaw, Or than the rawk vocit swannis in a rabill, 15 Sondand and swouchand with noys lamentabill Endlang the bemand stankis and stremys cleir Of Padusa, sa full of fyschis seir. Turnus, that fand hys tyme sa oportune, Now baldly says he, citeȝanys haue doyn; 20 Do call ȝour consale, takis avysment, Sittand at eys ilkane say his entent, Carpys of paix, and ruys it now, lat se, Quhen that thai ȝonder invadis ȝour cuntre, Ȝour mortale fays inarmyt ȝou to assaill. 25 Na mair he said, bot startis vp sans faill, And of the cheif palyce ischit furth in hy, Thus carpand to the noblys stud hym by: Go tyte, Volusus, to the banereris Of the Volscanys, and thame that standartis beris; 30 Charge thame thar ensenȝeis forto rays on hycht, And in thar armour adres thar men to fyght: And ȝhe, Mesapus, Coras, and ȝour broder, The horsmen all enarmyt, ane and other, Convoys furth onto the feildis braid. 5 A party of the citeȝanys, he said, Do stuf the entreis, and the portis defend; Sum to the towris and wall hedis ascend; The remanent of all our haill menȝe, Quhen I command, lat thame set on with me. 10 Onon our all the cite by and by Vp on the wallys ryn thai than in hy. The kyng Latyn hys consale, full onglaid, And gret materis quhilkis he begunnyn had, Left and differrit quhil ane other day, 15 Trist in his mynd, and trublit of that delay: And mony ways hym self he accusyt, That he sa lang had slewthit and refusyt To ressaue glaidly the Troiane Ene; Repentyng sor, for weill of his cite, 20 That he had not requirit hym and draw, Or than, to be his mawch and son in law. Sum tho, thar cite entre forto kepe, Befor the portis delvis trynschis deip; Sum to the ȝettis weltis weghty stonys, 25 And sum gret jestis and sillys for the nonys: The bas trumpet with a bludy sovn The syng of batell blew our all the tovn. The wallis than thai stuffit rownd abowt With diuers sortis of mony syndry rowt: 30 Baith wifis, barnys, childer, men, and page, Na kynd of stait was sparit tho, nor age; The hyast poynt and lattir resistens Callit euery wight to laubour and defens. The queyn also, Amata, furth can hald 5 Onto the tempill and Pallas souerane hald, Born in hir char, and walkyng hir abowt Of matronys and nobil wemen a rowt; Offerandis and gyftis brocht with hir scho had: Nixt hand hir went Lavynia the maid, 10 The caus of all this harm and wofull teyn, That down for schame dyd cast hyr lusty eyn. The matronys entris in the Goddis presens, And smokis the tempill with sweit vapour and sens, And reuthful vocis warpis lovd on hie. 15 Alssone as thai attenyt the entre, O thou, said thai, Pallas armipotent, Tritonia clepit, maid, and president Of batale and of weris eueryone, With thy virginal handis breke onon 20 Ȝon Troiane revaris wapynnys and his speir; Hym self als tyte dovn to the grund thou ber, Vndre our portis and our wallis hie Down warp hym ded, that we that sycht may se.

CAP. X.

_Heir Turnus and Camylla gan devys Practikis of weir, the Troianys to supprys._

Turnus hym self, als fers as ony gleid, Ful bissely addressyt on his weid, Desyrus of the batale and bargane. Intil a clos curas Rutilyane Be than his body weill embrasyt had he, 5 Hys burnyst armour, awfull for to se, With lymmys claspit in platis gilt with gold, And hed all bair; ȝit, as hym selvyn wold, Hys dedly brand he beltis by his syde; And, schynand all of brycht gold, fast can glide 10 Throw owt the palyce ryall heir and thar, Reiosyt in his mynd, as thocht he war In ferm beleif fortill ourset his fo: And on sik wys gan walkyng to and fro, With hart hyngand on the joly pyn. 15 As, sum tyme, dois the curser start and ryn, That brokkyn hes his band, furth of his stall, Now gois at large out our the feldis all, And haldis towart the studis in a rage, Quhar merys rakis in thar pasturage, 20 Or than onto the deip rynnand ryver, Quhar he was wont to drynk the watir cleir; He sprentis furth, and full provd walxis he, Heich strekand vp his hed with mony a ne, Out our his spaldis and nek lang by and by His lokkyrrit mayn schakand wantonly: Siklyke this Turnus semys, quhar he went. And, as he bradis furth apon the bent, The maid Camylla cummis hym agane, 5 Accumpaneit with hir ostis Volscane: Befor the portis dovn lyghtis the queyn, Quham all the rowt hes followyt bedeyn, Discendand from thar horssis esely; Syne on sic wys this lady spak on hy: 10 Turnus, says sche, gif ony hardy wight May traste or assure in thar awyn mycht, I vndertak, and dar promys, allane To mach in feild the ostis Eneadane, And baldly dar recuntir in melle 15 All the horsmen of the Tuscane menȝe. I the requyr, suffir me to assay With my retenew and thir handis tway The first danger in batale, or I stent: Byde thou behynd on fut in enbuschment, 20 And kepe the wallis of this tovn, scho said. Turnus his eyn hes fixit on this maid, That weirlike was and awfull onto se, Syne on this maner to hir ansueris he: O thou virgyn, glory of Italy, 25 Quhat thankis ȝeld or rendir the may I, Or quhat may I refer of thy renovn? Bot, sen thou art to all thyng reddy bovn, Surmontyng all in curage souerane, Now at this tyme of sic laubour and payn 30 Grant me my part, so that on athir syde Betwix ws twa the bargane be dyvyde. Hark, I sall schaw ȝou myne avys, quod he: Ȝon detestabill and myschews Enee, As that the rumour surely hes maid kend, 5 And als my spyis schawis was thidder send, A certane horsmen, lycht armyt for the nanys, Hes send befor forto forray the planys; Hym self ascendis the hie band of the hyll By wentis strait and passage scharp and wyll, 10 Schaip on our cite fortocum prevely. Tharfor a prattik of weir devys will I, And ly at wait in quyet enbuschment At athir pethis hed or secrete went; In the how slak, be ȝonder woddis syde, 15 Full dern I sall my men of armys hyde. Set thou apon the Tuscan horsyt rowt, With pynsellis semlyt sammyn with a schowt: The stalwart Mesapus with the sall go, The Latyn barnage, and the brethir two, 20 Thai capitanys come fra Tyburtyn cite, With all thar ordinance and hail menȝe: Tak thou the cuyr with thame to rewle and steir Alhaill that ryall army into weir. Thus said he, and with sic wordis at schort 25 Mesapus to the fight he dyd exhort, And all his feris, syne euery capitane; And syne towart his aduersaris is gane. Thar lay a valle in a crukyt glen, Ganand for slycht till enbusch armyt men, 30 Quham, wonder narrow, apon athir syde The bewys thik hampirris and doith hyde With skowgis darn and full obscur, perfay, Quharthrow thar strekit a rod or a strait way, Ane narrow peth, baith outgang and entre, 5 Full scharp and schrowit passage wonder sle: Abufe the quhilk, apon the hill on hycht, Quhar men may spy about a weil far sycht, Thar lyis a playn to the Troianys onknaw; Bot, quha so list towart that sted to draw, 10 It is a stellyng place and sovir harbry, Quhar ost in stail or enbuschment may ly, Quhidder men list the bargane to abyde Owder on the rycht hand or on the left syde, Or on the hycht debait thame for the nanys, 15 And on thar fays welt dovn weghty stanys. Thyddir ȝong Turnus held and dyd ascend, As he that all the passage weil bekend; The place he tuke, and ful prevy, onknaw, Lyggis at wait vnder the darn wod schaw. 20

CAP. XI.

_Quhou that Opis was doun from Dyane send, And of quhat kyn Camylla was discend._

The meyn sesson, Latonas douchter Dyan, Within hir sete of hevynnys souerane, The swyft Opys, a nymphe ane of hir feris, Ane haly virgyne of hir sort mony ȝheris, To hir callis, rycht dolorus and onglaid, And, sychand sair, to hyr syk wordis said: O virgyn deyr, lo now, Camylla gays 5 To cruell batall aganyst hyr mortal fays, And, al in vayn, with hir into syk werys Our wapynnys and our armour with hyr berys. I the declar and certifeis, quod sche, Abuf all other full deyr is sche to me: 10 Ne this luf, suythly, is nocht cummyn of new, Nor ȝit of lait in Dyanys brest vpgrew, And with a hasty sweitnes movyt my spreit, Bot of ald kyndnes lang tyme onforleit. For quhen hir fader, Metabus the kyng, 15 Was throw invy expellit hys ancyent ryng Of Pryvernum, and for the cruelte Of his pepill fled from that cite, With hym he bair this ȝong infant sa deir, Tobe his fallow in exill, and play feir, 20 And eftir hir moderis name, hait Casmylla, Camylla hes clepit, a lettir tane awa. Befor hym in hys bosum he hyr bair, And socht onto the wilsum holtis hair. Hys cruel fays with thar wapynnys keyn 25 Hym ombeset on all partis in teyn: With armyt men and wageouris the Volscanys So neir almost bylappyt hym at anys, Thar was na passage quhar away to fle. For lo! amyd the went quhar etlyt he, 30 Amasenus, that ryver and fresch flude, Abuf the brays bulryt as it war wod; From the clowdis was bryst sik spait of rayn The ryver flowis our the large plane. He, dressand hym to swym, at the bank syde 5 For luf of the ȝong bab most neid abyde, And, for his deir byrdyng dredand soir, Ilk chance in haist dyd roll in his memor; And scars this sentens prent into hys mynd, Hys douchtir forto clos within the rynd 10 And stalwart sapplyn or bark of cork tre: For in hys hand the self tyme had he A bustuus speir, percace, baith styth and stuyr, As he that was a worthy weriour; The schaft was sad and sound, and weill ybaik: 15 Ywympillit in this bark tho dyd he take Hys ȝong douchter, and with hys awyn hand Amyddis of this lans full suyrly band; Quhilk tasand with hys rycht hand, sone on hye Onto the hevyn abuf thus carpys he: 20 O blissyt maid Latonya, our alquhar Of wild forestis the inhabitar, I, fader, heir professys servand to the This tendir ȝonglyng, bund onto this tre; Fleand hys fays throw the skyis, lo, 25 Knyt to thy schaft, lawly besekis scho. Ressaue hir, lady, and testify, God wait, As thyne alhail, onto the dedicate, Quhilk now thou seis standis in danger, Commyttit to the wyndis and the ayr. 30 Thus said he, and onon with a swak Hys gardy vp has bendit far abak, And threw the speir with all hys fors and mycht; The stremys soundyt of the schaftis flycht: Owr this fers ryver to the farthyr bra 5 This fey onsilly bab, ȝong Camylla, Flaw knyt onto this quhirrand schaft of tre. Bot this Metabus, quhen that he dyd se The gret pres of hys fays cum sa neir, Na langar duelt, bot swam throu the ryver; 10 And, cummyn to his purpos blyth and glaid, The speir onon, sa buklyt with the maid, In presand onto the thrynfald Dyane, Furth of the gresy sward he has vptane. Na rurall byggyngis, nor ȝit na strang cite, 15 Wald hym ressaue within thar wallys he, Nor, thocht thai wald hym to harbry haue tane, Hys fers mynd couth not subdew to nane: So that, in maner of hyrdis in pasturage, On wild montanys he wonnyt all his age; 20 Quhar that his dochtyr, amang buskis ronk, In dern sladis and mony scroggy slonk, With mylk he nurist of the beistis wild, And with the pappis fosterit he his child Of savage stude meris in that forest; 25 Oft tymys he thar breistis mylkit and prest Within the tendir lippys of his get. And, fra the child myght fut to erd set, And with hir solis first dyd mark the grond, With dartis keyn and hedis scharply grund 30 Hir fystis and hir handis chargyt he; And at hir schuldir buklyt hes on hie Ane propir bow and litil arow cace: And for hir goldyn garland or hed lace, In sted eik of hir syde garmont or pall, 5 Our the schuldris fro hir nek down with all The grisly tygrys skyn of rent dyd hyng. The self tyme ȝit sche bot tendir ȝonglyng Thir dartis and the takillis swyft leit glyde; And oft abowt hir hed the ilk tyde 10 Wald warp the stryngis of the stowt staf slyng, Quharwith feill sys to grand ded wald scho dyng The cran of Trace, or than the quhite swan. For nocht scho was desirit with mony a man, And moderis feill throu the townys Tuscane 15 Desirit hir thar gud douchter, in vane: For scho only, full ferm in hir entent, Of Diane, Goddes of chastyte, stud content, And list to hant evyr in woddis with me The dartis schutyng, and love virginyte, 20 Remanand incorrupt and a cleyn maid. I wald, forsuyth, at this tyme scho abaid, And had not hastit to sic chevalry, Forto molest the Troianys stowt army; Bot that ane of my ferys scho suld be, 25 As scho that is at all tyme deir to me. Haue done onon, thou nymphe Opys, scho said, With wikkyt fatis sen bestad is ȝon maid, Thou slyde down from the hevyn, and that in hy; The Latyn feildis thou vissy and aspy, 30 Quhar, in the wofall batale and melle, To ane onhappy chance betaucht is sche. Tak thir dartis, and sone owt of my cays That ilke revengeabill arow thou owt rays: Quha evir with wond doys hurt or violat 5 Hyr haly body onto me dedicat, Quhidder he be Troiane or Italiane, All is in like, that he onon be slane, And with hys blude myn offens deir aby. My self thar eftir the reuthfull corps in hy 10 Amyd a boys clowd sall cary away, Onspulȝeit of hir armour or array, And hir bygrave, reducit to hir cuntre, In sepultur full gloryus, said sche. Than Opys lyghtly of the hevynnys glade, 15 Throw owt the skyis sowchand fast doun slaid, Persand the ayr with body all ourschrowd And dekkyt in a watry sabill clowd.

CAP. XII.

_Quhou that Eneas with hys haill power Towart the cyte wallys drawis neir._

Dvryng this quhile, the Troiane power all Approchys fast towart the cite wall, 20 The Tuscane Dukis and horsmen rowtis alhaill Arrayt in batale, euery ward and staill. Our all the planys brays the stampand stedis, Full galȝeart in thar bardis and weyrly wedis, Apon thar strait born brydillis brankand fast, Now thrympand heir, now thar, thayr hedis can cast: The large grond worth grysly onto se 5 Of steill wapynnys and scharp speir hedis hie; And as the fyre all byrnand schayn the feildis Of brycht armour, heich helmys, and braid scheildis, Aganyst thame alsso onon apperys The bald Mesapus, valȝeant in werys; 10 The agill Latyn pepill with hym was, And duke Catyllus, with his brother Coras, And eik the weyng of Wolscane pepill in feild With the stowt wench Camylla vnder scheild; And furth thai streik thar lang speris weill far, 15 Drew in thar armys with schaftis chargit on far, Tasyt vp dartis, taclys, and fleand flanys: The contyr or first tocome for the nanys Full ardent wolx, and awfull forto se, The men byrnand to joyn in the melle, 20 And furour grew of stedis sterand on stray. Now thai, approchyng sammyn in array Within ane arow schot on athyr syde, Syne maid a litill stop, and still dyd byde; Rasyt vp a schowt, bad on thame with a cry, 25 Quhil bruyt and clamour fordynnyt the sky; Thar fers stedis dyd for the bargane cheir; On athir half thai mak a weirlike feir: And thar withall at anys on every sydis The dartis thik and fleand takyllys glydis, 30 As doith the schour of snaw, and with thar flycht Dyrknyt the hevynnys and the skyis lyght. Tyrrhenus tho, ane of the Tuscane rowt, And Acontevs, a Rutilyane full stowt, Togidder semblyt with thar speris ran, 5 To preif the first fall sammyn, man for man: Thai meit in melle with a felloun rak, Quhil schaftis al to schuldris with a crak; Togiddir duschis the stowt stedis atanys, That athyris contyr fruschyt otheris banys. 10 And Aconteus, lyke to the thundris blast, Smyte from hys sadill a far way was cast, Or lyke a stayn warpyt from the engyne, That al tofruschit dovn he dyd declyne, With sik rebund and rewyne wonder sair 15 That he his lyfe hes sparpellit in the ayr. All suddanly the Latynys tuke affray, And gaue the bak bedeyn, and fled away, Thar scheldis our thar schuldris kest behynd, And to the tovn spurris als fers as wynd. 20 The Troianys dyd persewyng on the chays, And fast invadis thame Prynce Asyllas. Quhen thai approchyng to the portis neir, The Latyn pepill returnys all infeir, Thar weill dantit hors nekkis quhelit abowt, 25 Syne gaue a cry, and on thame with a schowt: The tother party than hes tane the flyght, Leit ga the brydill, and fled in all thar mycht. Lyke as the flowand sey with fludis rude Now ruschis to the land, as it war woyd, 30 And on the skelleys at the costis bay Vpswakkis fast the fomy wallys gray, And with his jawpys coverys in and owt The far sandis our the bay abowt; Now with swyft fard gois ebband fast abak, 5 That with hys bulrand jaschis and owt swak With hym he sowkis and drawys mony stayn, And levis the strandis schald and sandis plane: The Tuscane folk the Latynys on sik wys Onto the cite wallys chasyt twys; 10 And twys thar self dyd fle and gif the bak, With scheldis at defens behynd thame swak. Bot thareftir the thryd assay thai mak, The ostis sammyn jonyt with a crak, That euery man hes chosyn hym his feir: 15 And than, forsuyth, the granys men mycht heir Of thame that stervyn and dovn bettyn beyn, That armour, wapynnys, and ded corps bedeyn, And stedis throwand on the grond that weltis, Mydlit with men quhilk ȝald the gaste and sweltis, 20 Bedowyn lay full deip in thar awyn blude: The stowr encressis furyus and woyd. Orsilochus, a Troiane, with all his fors Dressis his lans at ane Remulus hors, For hym to meit he stude a maner feir; 25 The hed remanyt vnder the horssis eyr. The steid enragit for the cruell dynt, And lansys vp on hycht als fers as flynt, As he that was inpacient of his wond, That Remulus down weltis on the grond. 30 Catillus, ane of the brethir Tyberyne, Iollas down bet, and thareftir syne The gret Hermynyus, wondir byg of corps, Bot far byggar of curage and of fors; Quhais hed and schuldris nakyt war and bare, 5 And on his crovn bot lokrand ȝallow hair; And thocht he nakyt was, and voyd of geir, Na wond nor wapyn mycht hym anys effer: Forgane the speris so bustuus blomyt he, That this Catillus stalwart schaft of tre 10 Throw gyrdis baith hys braid schulder banys, And with the dynt stud schakand all at anys, Transfixit so, and persand euery part, It dowblis and renewys the mannis smart. The blaknyt dedly blude on athir syde 15 Furth ruschis owt of workand wondis wyde; The swerdis baithit wolx in bargane red; Feill corpsis kyllit in the feild fell ded, And caucht a douchty end to swelt in fyght, By hurtis feill forto manteym thar rycht. 20

CAP. XIII.

_Quhou Camylla hir fays doun can dyng, And venquyst Awnus, for all his fair flechyng._

The awfull maid Camylla the ilk tyde, With cace of arrowis tachit by hyr syde, Amyd the slauchter and melle apon hyr foyn Prowdly pransys lyke a wench Amaȝon, That, forto hant the bargane or assay, Hyr rycht pap had cut and brynt away: And now the sowpill schaftis baldly sche 5 On athir sydis thik sparpellis and leit fle; Now, not irkyt in batale stith to stand, Ane stalwart ax scho hyntis in hir hand: Apon hir schulder the giltyn bow Turcas, With Dyanys arowys clatterand in hyr cays. 10 And gif that so betyd into that fight Hyr ferys gave the bak and tuke the flycht, Into the chais oft wald scho turn agane, And, fleand, with hir bow schuyt mony a flane. Abowt hir went hir walit salwart feris, 15 The maid Laryna, and Tulla ȝong of ȝheris, And Tarpeia, that stowtly turnys and swax With the weil stelit and braid billit ax; Italyanys born; quham the nobil Camylla Had to hir lovyng and honour deput swa, 20 Tobeyn hir servandis in ganand tyme of paix, And in batale to stand by hir in pres. Lyke as of Trace the wenchys Amaȝonys Dyndillis the flude Thermodoon for the nonys, As in thar payntit armour do thai fyght, 25 Owder abowt Hippolita the wight, Or by the weirlyke maid Penthesile, Rolland hir cart of weir to the melle; The wemen rowtis baldly to the assay, With felloun bruyt, gret revery, and deray, 30 Furth haldis sammyn our the feldis sone, With crukyt scheldis schapyn like the moyn. O thou stern maid Camylla, quhat sall I say? Quham first, quham last, thou smait to erth that day? Or quhou feil corpsis in the batale sted 5 Thou laid to grond, ourthrew, and put to ded? With the formast, Ewmenyus, that was one Son to Clysius; quhais braid breist bone With a lang stalwart speir of the fyr tre Throw smyttyn tyte and persyt sone hes sche: 10 He cavis owr, furthbokand stremys of blude, And with his teith eik, schortly to conclude, The bludy erd he bait; and, as he sweltis, Apon hys wond oft writhis, tumlys, and weltis. Abuf this nixt scho ekis other two, 15 Lyris, and ane Pegasyus alsso; Of quham the tane, that is to say, Lyris, As that he fordward stowpand was, I wys, To hynt hys horssis reyn that gan to fundir, And the tother present, to kep hym vndir, 20 Furth straucht his febill arm to stynt his fall, To grund togidder ruschit ane and all. And to thir syne the son of Hyppotes, Amastrus hait, ded scho adionyt in pres; And lenand fordwart on hir lance of tre, 25 Terreas and Harpalicus chasys sche, Persewand eik full bustuusly onon The bald Chromys, and strang Demophoon: Quhou feill dartis with hir hand kest this maid, Alsmony Troianys ded to grund scho laid. 30 Ane Ornytus, ane huntar, far on raw, In armour and in cognycens onknaw, Raid on a curser of Apulȝe throu the feild: Hys braid schuldris weill cled war and ourheld With a ȝong bullis hyde newly of hynt; 5 Hys hed coverit, to salf hym fro the dynt, Was with ane hydduus wolfis gapand jowis, With chaftis braid, quhyte teith, and bustuus powis. To mak debait, he held intill his hand A rural club or culmas insted of brand; 10 And, quhar he went, amyd the rowtis on hie Abuf thame all his hail hed men myght se. Camylla hym at myscheif hes on set, Scho bair hym throw, and to the grund dovn bet; Nor na gret curage, forsuyth, was that, na mycht, 15 For all his rowt tofore had tane the flycht. Bot forthir eik this forsaid Camylla, With mynd onfrendly, can thir wordis sa: Thou Tyrrheyn fallow, quhat, wenyt thou tobe In woddis chasand the wild deir? quod sche: 20 The day is cummyn that ȝour prowd wordis hait A womanis wapyn sal resist and debait. And, not the les, na litill renowne From thens thou sal do turs away with the, And to our faderis gostis blythly schaw 25 That with Camyllais glave thou art ourthraw. Incontinent this madyn eftir thys Slew Orsilochus, and ane that hait Butys, Twa biggast men of body and of banys Of all the ost and fallowschip Troianys. 30 Bot this ilk Butys, standand hir befor, Out throu the nek dyd scho pers and bor, Betwix the hawbrig and the helm in hy, Quhar that his hals scho dyd nakyt aspy; For our his left schulder hang his scheld. 5 Bot this Orsilochus fled hir in the feild, And gan to trump with mony a turnyng went; In circulis wyde scho drave hym our the bent, With mony a curs and jowk, abowt, abowt; Quhar euer he fled scho followis in and owt: 10 And at the last scho has ourtak the man, And throw hys armour all, and his harn pan, Hyr braid poll ax, rasyt so on hie, With all hir fors and mycht syne strykis sche; As he besocht for grace with gret request, 15 Scho dowblit on hir dyntis, and so hym prest, With feil wondis his hed has tort and rent; Hys harnys hait our all his vissage went. Than Awnus son, quhilk also Awnus hait, On cace betyd approche in the debait 20 Towart this maid, and, alssone he hir saw, Abasyt huvis still for dreid and aw: Into the mont Appennynus dwelt he, Amang Liguriane pepill of his cuntre; And not, forsuyth, the lakest weriour, 25 Bot forsy man, and rycht stalwart in stour, So lang as fatis sufferit hym in fycht To excers prettykis, juperty, or slycht. This Awnus, fra that weil persavit he Na way to fle nor eschew the melle, 30 Nor mycht eschaip the queyn, stude him agane; Than he begouth assay hir with a trayn, And with a sle dissait thus first he said: Quhat honour is till a stowt wench or maid Fortill assur and trast in a strang hors? 5 Leif thy swyft steid, and traste in thyne awyn fors; At nane avantage, quhen thou lyst to fle, Lyght on this plane, and hand for hand with me Addres ws to debait on fut allone: Thar sall thou se, thar sall thou knaw onone, 10 Quhamto this wyndy glore, voust, or avantis, The honor, or, with payn, the lovyng grantis. Thus said he: bot scho than als hait as fyre, Aggrevit for, inflambit in felloun ire, Alycht, and to hir mait the hors betaucht; 15 At his desyre onon on fut vpstraucht, With equal armour bodyn wondir lycht, The drawyn suerd in hand that schane full brycht, And onabasyt abaid hym in the feild, Abylȝeit only bot with a quhite scheild. 20 The ȝong man, wenyng with his sle dissait He had begilit hir be his consait, Abowt his bridill turnyt but mair delay, And at the flycht sprent furth and brak away, And feil sys leit the hors sydis feill 25 The scharp irne spurris prik apon his heill. O, quod the maid, thou fals Liguriane, Our wanton in thy prowd mynd, all invayn; O variant man, for nocht perfay, quod sche, Hes thou assayt thy cuntre craftis sle: 30 Dissaitfull wight, forsuyth I to the say, Thy slycht and wylis sall the nocht beir away, Nor hayl scarth hyne do turs the hame fra ws Onto thy faderis hows, the fals Awnus. Thus said the wench onto this other syre, 5 And furth scho sprent as spark of gleid or fyre; With spedy fut so swyftly rynnys sche, By passyt the horssis renk, and furth can fle Befor hym in the feild with gret disdeyn, And claucht onon the curser by the reyn; 10 Syne set apon hym baldly, quhar scho stude, And hir revengit of hir fays blude: Als lychtly as the happy goishalk, we se, From the hycht of a rokis pynnakill hie With swyft weyngis persewis wonder sair 15 The silly dow heich vp into the ayr, Quham finaly he clippis at the last, And lowkyt in his punsys sarris fast, Thristand his tallons sa throu hir entralis Quhill at the blude abundantly furth ralys; 20 And, with hir beik deplumand, on al sydis The lycht downys vp to the skyis glidis.

CAP. XIV.

_Tarchon, gret chiftane of the Tuscan ost, The fleand folkis to turn agane can bost_.

The fader of Goddis and men with diligent eyn Has all hir dedis vnderstand and seyn, And, situat in his hevynly hous on hie, Inducis and commovis to the melle Tarchon, of Tuscanys pryncipall lord and syre, In breithfull stoundis rasyt brym as fyre; So that amyd the ful myschewos fyght, 5 The gret slauchter and rowtis takand the flycht, On horsbak in this Tarchon baldly draw, Wilfull his pepill to support and saw: The wardis all of euery natioun With admonitiouns seir and exhortatioun 10 And diuers wordis tystis to feght, for schame, Clepand and calland ilk man be his name, Quhill thai that drevyn war abak and chaste Relevys agane to the bargane in haist. O Tuscane pepill, quhou happynnys this, said he, 15 That ȝhe sal evir sa doillyt and bowbartis be Onwrokyn sik inurys to suffir heir? O, quhat be this? quhou gret a dreid and feir, Quhou huge dolfnes, and schaymful cowardice, Hes ombeset ȝour myndis, apon sik wys 20 That a woman allon, and thus belyve, Apon sik wys sal scattir ȝou and dryve, And gar sa large rowtis tak the flycht? Quharto bair we thir steill egis in fyght? Or quhat avalys to hald in hand, lat se, 25 For nocht thir wapynnys, gyf we a wife sall fle? Ȝe war not wont tobe sa lyddyr ilkane At nycht batellys and workis venerian, Or quhar the bowand trumpet blew the spryng, At Bachus dans to go in caralyng, 30 Syne go to fest at tabill, and syt at des, Se cowpys full, and mony danty mes: Thar was ȝour lust, plesour, and appetite, Thar was ȝour bissy cuyr and ȝour delyte; Quhen that the happy spayman, on hys gys, 5 Pronuncit the festual haly sacryfys, And the fat offerandis dyd ȝou call on raw To banket amyd the dern blissyt schaw. And, with that word, amydwart the melle, Reddy to sterf, his hors furth sterys he, 10 And awfully onon with all his mayn Ruschit apon Venulus, stud hym agane; And with hys rycht arm can hys fa enbras, Syk wys he dyd hym from hys hors arrais, And with huge strenth syne dyd hym cowch and lay 15 Befor his breist, and bair hym quyte away. The Tuscanys rasyt a clamour to the sky, And Latynys all thar eyn abowt dyd wry. This Tarchon, ardent as the fyry levyn, Flaw furth swyft as a fowle vp towart hevyn, 20 Berand with hym the armour and the man; And fra his speris poynt of brak he than The stelit hed, and syne seyrsis all artis, Euerilk entre, and all the oppyn partis, Quhar he mycht fynd into sa litil stovnd 25 A place patent to geif hym dedis wond: And, be the contrar, Venulus full wight Maid all debait and obstakill at he mycht, And can hys hand from hys throt oft sys chop With all hys strenth, hys violens to stop. 30 Lyke as, sum tyme, the ȝallo egill be sycht The eddir hyntis vp and careis on hyght, Syne, fleand, in hir feit strenȝeis sa fast That oft hyr punsys out throw the skyn dois thrast: Bot the serpent, wondyt and al toschent, 5 In lowpyt thrawys wrythis with mony a sprent, Hyr sprutlyt skalys vpset grysly to se, With quhisland mouth strekand hir hed on hie; All thocht scho wreill, and sprynkill, bend, or skyp, Evir the sarar this ern strenys hys gryp, 10 And with hys bowand beik rentis grewsly, Sammyn with hys weyngis soursand in the sky: Noyn othyr wys, this Tarchon tursys hys pray Throw owt the Tyburtyn rowtis glaid and gay. The pepill Tuscane, quhilum cum fra Lyde, 15 Seand the exempill and prosper chans that tyd Of thar stowt duke, followys hys hardyment, And with a rusch sammyn in the bargane sprent. Quhen as ane Aruns, by hys mortal fait Onto myschewos ded predestinate, 20 Circulis at the wait, and aspyis abowt The swyft madyn Camyll, of all the rowt In honest fait of armys maist expert, And best betaucht to schute or cast a dart: He sekis by quhat ways or fortoun 25 To fynd the fassoun and tyme oportune Maist esely this lady to assaill; And all the wentis and renkis, sans faill, This furyus maid held mydwart the melle, The sammyn gait and passage haldis he, 30 And prevely hir futsteppys dyd espy; And quhar scho dyd return with victory, With fut bakwart frawart hir aduersar, This ilk Aruns was ful reddy thar, And thyftuusly onon the sam way he 5 Withdrew hys pays, and held on hir hys E: Lurkand at wayt, and spyand rownd abowt, Now this tocome, now that onset, but dowt, At euery part thys pevech man of weyr, And schuke in hand hys oneschewabill speir. 10

CAP. XV.

_Aruns the preist slays Camylla be slycht, Syne cowartly onon takis the flycht._

Per chans that tyde Choreus, of gret estait, Ane spiritual man blissyt and consecrat, That to Cybele sum tyme preist had be, A weill lang space ȝond in the melle Abilȝeit rychly and full gloryus schane 15 In pompus armour and array Phrygiane: Furth dryvys he the fomy sterand steid, With weirlyke bardis cled, and sovir weid Of coyrbulȝe or leddir with gilt nalys, Cowchyt with plait of steill als thik as skalys; 20 And he hym self, in brovne sangwane weill dycht, Abuf hys onkouth armour blomand brycht, Schaftis he schot, and takillys wrocht in Creyt, With Lycyane bow nokkyt with hornys meyt, And clattryng by hys schuldyr for the weir Hys ganȝe cays and goldyn awblaster; The helm of gold schane on the prestis hed; 5 Of safron hew, betwix ȝallow and red, Was hys rych mantill, of quham the forbreist lappys, Ratlyng of brycht gold wyre, with gyltyn trappys Or cordys fyne was buklyt with a knot; Of nedill wark all brusyt was hys cote; 10 Hys hosyng schane of wark of barbary In porturatour of subtell brusery. Thys man only of all the mekyll rowt The maid Camylla followis fast about; Quhyddir so it was that Troiane armour sche 15 Lyst hyng in tempill for memor of trophe, Or than desyryt this wantoun hunteres In goldyn attyre hir selwyn to addres, Quhilk scho in feild byreft hyr aduersar; Throw owt the ost onwarly went alquhar, 20 Blynd in desyre this Troiane to assay, In womanly appetyt ardent of this pray, This precyus spulȝe, and array sa prowd, Quharwith, as said is, was this preist yschrowd. This forsaid Aruns liggyng at the wait, 25 Seand this maid onflocht at sik estait, Chosys hys tyme that was mast oportune, And towart hir hys dart adressyt sone. With voce expres hys prayer thus maid he: O brycht Apollo, souerane God mast hie, 30 Of haly mont Soractis the wardane, Quham pryncipaly we wirschip euery ane, Quhamto the fyry smok of sens, we se, Blesys in the kyndillit byngis of fyr tre; As we that wirschippis the with obesans, 5 Be support of thy devoyt observans, Oft with our futsteppys and our nakyt solys Down thryngis feil hait syndris and fyry colys; Grant me, fader almychty, now I pray, With our wapynnys this schame to do away. 10 I ask na trophe, nor the pompos weyd Of this maid dovn bet or repulsyt in deid, Nowder byd I therof spulȝe nor renovn; My other dedis syne mot mak me bovn To report honour and lawd eftir this: 15 Bot at this time I byd na mair, I wys, Salf that this wench, this vengeabill pest or trake, Be bet dovn ded by my wond and smart strake, And syne that I may to my kynd cite But ony glor return alyve, quod he. 20 Phebus hym hard, and grantit to fulfyll Of hys axin a party, at hys wyll; Bot for the tother part, suyth to say, He leit do waif with the swyft wynd away: Consentand that he suld doun bet and sla 25 By hasty ded the awfull Camylla; Bot, at hys cuntre hail scarth haymwart brocht Suld se hym eftir that, he grantit nocht; And in the clowdy blastis of the sky That voce and wordis flaw away in hy. 30 So that, als fast as from hys hand, that stond, Thirland the ayr this takill gaue a sound, The rowtis can aduert and takis tent, Turnand thar syghtis, ilk wight, with a blent Towart the queyn, thar lady, this Camyll: 5 Bot scho nane heyd nor tent hes tane thartill, Nowder of the hasty motioun of the ayr, Nor ȝit the byrrand sovnd this flycht maid thar, Nor ȝit persauyt this awfull schaft of tre Discendand swyftly fra the hevyn on hie; 10 Quhill that the lance hir smate and hurt, perfay, Quhar that hir pap was schorn and cut away, And weggyt deip within hir cost stude, Furth sowkis largely of this madynnys blude. Hyr complicis alsammyn in this neyd 15 Start to thar lady in affray and dreid; And sone thai claucht and lappyt in thar armys This queyn, that funderand was for hir smart harmys. Bot fyrst of all, for feyr and fell affray, Thys Aruns fled full fast and brak away, 20 With blythnes mydlyt havand paynfull dreid: For he na langar durst into this neyd Assure forto debait hym with hys speir, Na ȝit abyd the virgynys wapyn, for feyr. And lyke as that the wild wolf in hys rage 25 Knawand hys recent falt and gret owtrage, Quhen that he hes sum gret ȝong oxin slane, Or than weryit the nolt hyrd on the plane, Tofor hys fays with wapynnys hym persew, Onon is he to the heich mont adew, 30 And hyd hym self full far owt of the way; Hys taill, that on hys ryg befor tymys lay, Vnder hys waym lattis fall abasytly, And to the wod can hast hym intill hy: Nane other wys Aruns, that fleyt wight, 5 Fled, and belyve withdrew hym owt of sycht; Content only to gyf the bak and fle, Amang the thikast pres hym hyd hes he. And this Camylla, stervand the ilk stound, The schaft hes pullyt of hyr dedly wound 10 With hir awyn hand; bot ȝit amang the banys The scharp steill hed fixt to the rybbys remanys, In a full deip wond and a grewos sayr. All paill and bludles swarthis scho rycht thar, And in the deth closys hir cald eyn; 15 The rudy cullour, vmquhile as purpour scheyn, Blaknyt, and fadys quyte out of hir face: And, ȝaldand vp the gost in the ilk place, Onto ane of hir damysellis and ferys, Clepyt Acca, that had beyn mony ȝheris 20 Only maste trast, and hald in speciall To Camylla abuf the otheris all, That knew alhaill the secretis of hir hart, With quham hir thochtful curys wald scho part, That tyme scho spak, and said on this maner: 25 Acca, Acca, my leif systyr deyr, Onto this hour I haue done at I myght; Bot now this dolorus wond so hes me dycht That all thyng dymmys and myrknys me abowt. Go fast thy way, and hy the of this rowt; 30 Schaw Turnus thir my last commandis, quod sche; Byd hym entyr in fecht insted of me, And fra the cite thir Troianys dryve away: Adew for evir! I haue na mar to say. Sammyn with that word the renȝeis slyp leyt sche, 5 And slayd to grond, nocht of fre volunte. Than the cald deith and last stondis mortall The spreit dissoluyt from the corps our all; Hyr sowpil crag inclynand and nek bayn, Bowyt dovn hyr hed that was with deth ourtane; 10 Furth sprent hyr armys in the ded thrawyng, And fra hir kest hir wapynnys and armyng: The spreit of lyfe fled murnand with a grone, And with disdene dovn to the gostis is goyn.

CAP. XVI.

_Opis the nymphe with dartis of Dyane, Camylla to revenge, has Aruns slane_.

Ane huge clamour than dyd rys on hycht, 15 That semyt smyte the goldyn starnys brycht; The bargane walxis mair cruell and het Quhar that the stowt Camylla was down bet: For all the rowtis of the bald Troianys, The Tyrrheyn dukis semlyt all at anys, 20 And eik Evandrus wardys of Arcadys, Sammyn in the pres thar aduersaris invadis. Bot Opis tho, the nymphe, that weill neir by Be thrynfald Dyane send was to espy, Sat a lang space apon ane hillys hight, And onabasyt dyd behald the fyght. Syne thareftir on far scho can espy, 5 Amyd quhar as thir ȝonkeris rasyt this scry, With schaymfull deth ourtane, Camyll the maid: Scho wepyt soir, and plenand thus scho said, Sobband full deip law from hir breist within: Allace! virgyne, to mekill, and that is syn, 10 To mekill all owt, sa cruell punysyng Has thou sufferit, certis, for sik a thyng, Becaus thou hest inforsyt in all thy mycht Fortill ennoy the Troianys in this fight. Quhat proffitis the in buskis thyne allane 15 To haue servyt so lang the blissyt Diane? Or by thy syde, or than on schuldir hie, So lang our quavyrris to haue born? quod sche. And, netheles, but honour in this sted Thy queyn hes not the left in poynt of ded; 20 Nor this thy slauchter but ramemberyng Amang all pepill sall not be, nor menyng; Ne salt thou not that schame suffir, trast me, Forto be tald thou suld onwrokyn be: Quha evir with wond hes schent or violait 25 Thy fair body, to Dyane dedicate, He sal repent the tyme that evir thou stervit, And with his deth aby, as he hes servyt. Vnder the montane law thar stude fute hoit A byng of erth, vphepit like a moyt, 30 Contenyng the cald assis and brynt banys Of ald Dercennus, kyng of Lawrentanys, Ourheld with akyn treis and bewys rank: Thyddir this Goddes, hastand dovn the bank, Hyrself hes careyt, and thar huvys styll, 5 And from this knowys hycht, or lityll hyll, Abydis this ilk Aruns till espy. And fra scho hym persavys glydand by, In rich armour schynand wonder brycht, And all invayn, prowd, wantoun, gay, and lycht; 10 Quhy haldis thou awaywart so? quod sche: Dres hyddirmar thy futsteppis towart me; Now cummys hyddir to perys and to sterve, And caucht dewly, as that thou hes deserve, Thy reward for Camyllys ded, perde. 15 On Dyanys dartis, ha, suld syk ane de? And with that word, lyke a stowt wench of Trace, The swyft gilt arow schuke owt of hir cace, And, rycht amovit, hir hornyt bow has bent, Quharin onon the takill vp is stent; 20 Syne halys vp in ire and felloun haist, Quhill that the bow and nokkis met almaist: And now hir handis raxit hyt euery sted, Hard on the left neyf was the scharp steill hed, The stryng, vp pullit with the rycht hand in feir, 25 Went by hir pap almaste ontil hir eyr. Aruns onon the motioun of the ayr Sammyn with the quhislyng of the takill squar Persavit hes, and eik the dynt atanys; The dedly hed throu gyrd his body and banys. 30 Hys ferys all hes hym forȝet allane, Quhar as he swelt with mony a wofull grane, And in ane onkouth feld hes left hym ded, Bedoif in dust and puldyr, will of red: Syne Opys with hir weyngis swyft can fle 5 Abufe the skyis heich in the hevynnys hie.

CAP. XVII.

_Acca to Turnus schawys Camyllais chance, Hir army fled, and left all ordinans._

The swyft army and active rowt wyth this Of Camilla fled first the feld, I wys, For thai had lost thar lady and capitane: The pissans haill and ostis Tyburtane 10 Affrayt all togyddir gave the flycht; The bak hes tane Atynas bald and wight; The chiftanys brak array, and went thar gait, The banneris left all blowt and desolait, Socht to warrand on horsbak, he and he, 15 Frawart thar fays, and held to the cite. Nor nane of thame, sa mayt and sa agast, The fers Troianys, quhilk thame assalȝeit fast, Onto the ded and myscheif dyd invaid, With wapynnys anys to styntyng maid a braid, 20 Nor thame sustene ne ȝit resist thai mycht, Bot all atanys sammyn tuke the flycht, And on thar wery schuldris with gret schame Thar byg bowys onbent has tursyt hame; And the stowt stedis with thar huvys sovnd With swyft renkis dyndlyt the dusty grond. The blak stowr of puldir in a stew 5 Als dyrk as myst towart the wallys threw; On the barmkyn abufe, and turettis hie, The wemen bet thar breistis, was reuth to se, Rasand atanys a wofull wyfly cry Went to the starnys and thyrlyt throw the sky. 10 And quha mycht formest, with swyft curs hes thame set To brek in at the oppyn patent ȝet; The rowtis of thar ennemys myxt ourane Apon thame ruschis, and owrthrawys mony ane: Nor thar eschape thai nocht the wrachit deth, 15 Bot in the portis ȝaldis vp the breth, Stekit amyd thar native wallys hie, And amang howsis quhar sovir semyt thame tobe. A part closyt the entre and the portis; Ne to thar ferys, nor ȝit nane other fortis, 20 The ȝettis listyng oppyn, nor mak way, Nor, thocht thai oft besekyng thame and pray, Durst thame ressaue within thar wallys squar: A duylfull slauchter onon vprisys thar Of thame in armys stude the portis to defend, 25 And thame with glavys war kyllyt and maid end. The sonnys furthschet, that pety was to seyn, Befor thar wepand wofull faderis eyn, Sum in the holl fowcy war tumlyt dovn, Sa thik thame cummyrris the pres throng to the tovn; 30 Sum hasty and onwarly at the flycht Sclakis thar brydillys, spurrand in all thar mycht, Can with a ram rays to the portis dusche, Lyke with thar hedis the hard barris to frusch. The moderis eik and wemen albedene, 5 Fra tyme Camylla kyllyt haue thai sene. Knawand thar was extreme necessite, With all debait stude on the wallys hee; Sik thyng to do that tyme and tak on hand The perfyte luf thame taucht of thar kynd land; 10 And all agast dartis and stanys doun threw: The syllys square and hedyt styngis enew, And perkis gret with byrslyt endis and brunt, Full hastely doun swakkis, dunt for dunt, And, for defens of thar kynd wallys hie, 15 Offerit thame self with the formest to de. In the meyn quhile, as Turnus at the wait Lay in the wod, fast by the passage strait, All the maist cruell tithingis fillys hys erys: For Acca schawys to hym and all hys ferys 20 The huge affray, quhou the batale was gane, The Volscane ostis distroyt, and Camyll slane, Thar noysum fays encressyng furyus rage, And by thar prosper Martis vassallage Discumfyst all hys ostis, euery rowt, 25 That now the cite wallys stud in dowt. He walxis brayn in furor bellicall, So desyrus of dedis martiall, For the hard fatys and strang mychtis he Of the gret Jove wald that it so suld be: 30 The hyllys heich he left quhar at he lay, And from the dern woddis went away. And scarsly was he passyt owt of syght, In the plane feild cummyn all at rycht, Quhen that the prynce Ene with all his men 5 Hes entryt in and passyt throu the glen, And our the swyre schawys vp at hys hand Eschape the dern wod, and won the evyn land; So that baith twa with thar haill rowtis at last In all thar speid held to the cite fast. 10 And na lang space thar ostis war in sondir, Bot that Ene the feildis reik lyke tundir Of dusty stowr persauyt a far way, And saw the Latyne rowtis ryde away; And fers Eneas, wyrkar of hys harmys, 15 Turnus persauyt also ryde in armys, The dynnyng of thar hors feit eik hard he, Thar stampyng sterage, and thar stedis ne. Incontinent thai had to batale went, And in the bargane previt thar hardyment, 20 Ne war, as than, the rosy Phebus red Hys wery stedis had dowkyt our the hed Vnder the stremys of the occeane see, Reducyng the dyrk nycht, thai mycht not se; Alhail declynyt had the days lycht. 25 To tentis than befor the tovn ilk wight Bownyng to rest, al thai that war withowt, And delvys trynschis all the wallys abowt.

THE PROLOUG OF THE TWELT BUKE.

Dyonea, nycht hyrd, and wach of day, The starnys chasyt of the hevyn away, Dame Cynthia dovn rollyng in the see, And Venus lost the bewte of hir E, Fleand eschamyt within Cylenyus cave; 5 Mars onbydrew, for all his grundyn glave, Nor frawart Saturn from hys mortall speir Durst langar in the firmament appeir, Bot stall abak ȝond in hys regioun far Behynd the circulat warld of Jupiter; 10 Nycthemyne, affrayt of the lyght, Went ondir covert, for gone was the nycht; As fresch Aurora, to myghty Tythone spows, Ischit of hir safron bed and evir hows, In crammysyn cled and granyt violat, 15 With sangwyne cape, the selvage purpurat, Onschet the wyndois of hir large hall, Spred all with rosys, and full of balm ryall, And eik the hevynly portis cristallyne Vpwarpis braid, the warld to illumyn. 20 The twynklyng stremowris of the orient Sched purpour sprangis with gold and asure ment. Persand the sabill barmkyn nocturnall, Bet doun the skyis clowdy mantill wall: Eous the steid, with ruby hamys red, Abuf the sey lyftis furth hys hed, Of cullour soyr, and sum deill brovn as berry, 5 Forto alichtyn and glaid our emyspery, The flambe owtbrastyng at his noys thyrlys; Sa fast Phaeton with the quhyp hym quhyrlys, To roll Appollo hys faderis goldyn char, That schrowdith all the hevynnys and the ayr; 10 Quhill schortly, with the blesand torch of day, Abilȝeit in hys lemand fresch array, Furth of hys palyce ryall ischit Phebus, With goldyn crovn and vissage gloryus, Crysp haris, brycht as chrisolyte or topace, 15 For quhais hew mycht nane behald hys face, The fyry sparkis brastyng from hys eyn, To purge the ayr, and gylt the tendyr greyn, Defundand from hys sege etheryall Glaid influent aspectis celicall; 20 Before hys regale hie magnificens Mysty vapour vpspryngand, sweit as sens, In smoky soppys of donk dewis wak, Moich hailsum stovys ourheldand the slak; The aureat fanys of hys trone souerane 25 With glytrand glans ourspred the occiane, The large fludis lemand all of lycht Bot with a blenk of hys supernale sycht. Forto behald, it was a glor to se The stablit wyndis and the cawmyt see, 30 The soft sesson, the firmament sereyn, The lowne illumynat ayr, and fyrth ameyn; The syluer scalyt fyschis on the greit Ourthwort cleir stremys sprynkland for the heyt, With fynnys schynand brovn as synopar, 5 And chyssell talys, stowrand heir and thar; The new cullour alychtnyng all the landis, Forgane thir stannyris schane the beriall strandis, Quhil the reflex of the diurnal bemys The beyn bonkis kest ful of variant glemys: 10 And lusty Flora dyd hyr blomys spreid Vnder the feit of Phebus sulȝart steid; The swardit soyll enbrovd with selcouth hewys, Wod and forest obumbrat with thar bewys, Quhois blisfull branschis, porturat on the grund, 15 With schaddoys schene schew rockis rubicund; Towris, turettis, kyrnellis, pynnaclys hie Of kyrkis, castellis, and ilke fair cite, Stude payntit, euery fyall, fayn, and stage, Apon the plane grund, by thar awyn vmbrage 20 Of Eolus north blastis havand no dreid, The sulȝe spred hir braid bosum on breid, Ȝephyrus confortabill inspiratioun Fortill ressaue law in hyr barm adoun; The cornys croppis and the beris new brerd 25 With glaidsum garmont revestyng the erd; So thik the plantis sprang in euery peyce, The feildis ferleis of thar fructuus fleyce; Byssy dame Ceres, and provd Pryapus, Reiosyng of the planys plentuus, 30 Plenyst sa plesand and mast propyrly, By natur nurysyt wondir nobilly, On the fertill skyrt lappys of the grund Strekyng on breid ondyr the cyrkyll rovnd; The variand vestur of the venust vaill 5 Schrowdis the scherald fur, and euery faill Ourfret with fulȝeis of figuris full diuers, The spray bysprent with spryngand sprowtis dispers, For callour humour on the dewy nyght, Rendryng sum place the gers pilis thar hycht, 10 Als far as catal, the lang symmyris day, Had in thar pastur eyt and knyp away; And blisfull blossummys in the blomyt ȝard Submittis thar hedis in the ȝong sonnys salfgard: Ive levys rank ourspred the barmkyn wall, 15 The blomyt hawthorn cled hys pykis all; Furth of fresch burgionys the wyne grapis ȝyng Endlang the treilȝeis dyd on twystis hyng; The lowkyt buttonys on the gemmyt treis Ourspredand leyvis of naturis tapestreis, 20 Soft gresy verdour eftir balmy schowris On curland stalkis smylyng to thar flowris; Behaldand thame sa mony diuers hew, Sum pers, sum paill, sum burnet, and sum blew, Sum greyce, sum gowlys, sum purpour, sum sangwane, 25 Blanchit or brovne, fawch ȝallow mony ane, Sum hevynly culloryt in celestiall gre, Sum watry hewit as the haw wally see, And sum depart in freklys red and quhite, Sum brycht as gold with aureat levys lyte. 30 The dasy dyd on breid hir crownell smaill, And euery flour onlappyt in the daill; In battill gyrs burgionys the banwart wild, The clavyr, catcluke, and the cammamyld; The flour delys furthspred hys hevynly hew, 5 Flour dammes, and columby blank and blew; Seir downys smaill on dent de lyon sprang, The ȝyng greyn blomyt straberry levys amang; Gymp gerraflouris thar royn levys onschet, Fresch prymros, and the purpour violet; 10 The roys knoppys, tutand furth thar hed, Gan chyp, and kyth thar vermel lippys red, Crysp scarlet levis sum scheddand, baith atanys Kest fragrant smell amyd from goldyn granys; Hevynly lylleis, with lokrand toppys quhyte, 15 Oppynnyt and schew thar creistis redymyte, The balmy vapour from thar silkyn croppys Distilland hailsum sugurat hunny droppys, And syluer schakaris gan fra levys hyng, With crystal sprayngis on the verdour ȝyng; 20 The plane pulderit with semly settis sovnd, Bedyit full of dewy peirlys rovnd, So that ilk burgioun, syon, herb, and flour, Wolx all embalmyt of the fresch liquor, And bathit hait dyd in dulce humouris fleyt, 25 Quharof the beys wrocht thar hunny sweit, By myghty Phebus operatiouns, In sappy subtell exalatiouns. Forgane the cummyn of this prynce potent, Redolent odour vp from rutis sprent, 30 Hailsum of smell as ony spicery, Tryakill, droggis, or electuary, Seroppys, sewane, sugur, and synamome, Precyus invnctment, salve, or fragrant pome, Aromatik gummys, or ony fyne potioun, 5 Must, myr, aloes, or confectioun; Ane paradyce it semyt to draw neir Thir galȝart gardyngis and ilke greyn herbere. Maist amyabill walxis the amerant medis; Swannys swouchis throw owt the rysp and redis, 10 Our al thir lowys and the fludis gray Seirsand by kynd a place quhar thai suld lay: Phebus red fowle hys corall creist can steir, Oft strekyng furth hys hekkill, crawand cleir, Amyd the wortis and the rutys gent 15 Pykland hys meyt in alleis quhar he went, Hys wifis, Toppa and Partelot, hym by, As byrd al tyme that hantis bigamy: The pantyt povn, pasand with plomys gym, Kest vp his taill, a provd plesand quheil rym, 20 Yschrowdyt in hys fedramme brycht and scheyn, Schapand the prent of Argus hundreth eyn: Amang the bronys of the olyve twistis Seir smaill fowlys wirkand crafty nestis, Endlang the heggeis thyk, and on rank akis, 25 Ilk byrd reiosyng with thar myrthfull makis: In corneris and cleir fenystaris of glas Full bissely Aragne wevand was, To knyt hir nettis and hir wobbys sle, Tharwith to caucht the myghe and litill fle: 30 So dusty pulder vpstowris in euery streit, Quhil corby gaspyt for the fervent heit. Vnder the bewys beyn in lusty valys, Within fermans, and parkis cloys of palys, The bustuus bukkis rakis furth on raw; 5 Heyrdis of hertis throw the thyk wod schaw, Baith the brokkettis, and with braid burnyst tyndis, The sprutlyt calvys sowkand the red hyndis, The ȝong fownys followand the dun days, Kyddis skippand throw ronnys eftir rays; 10 In lyssouris and on leys litill lammys Full tayt and tryg socht bletand to thar dammys, Tydy ky lowys, veilys by thame rynnys; All snog and slekit worth thir bestis skynnys. On salt stremys wolx Doryda and Thetis, 15 By rynnand strandis Nymphis and Naedes, Sik as we clepe wenschis and damysellis, In gresy gravys wandrand by spryng wellis, Of blomyt branchis and flowris quhite and red Plettand thar lusty chaplettis for thar hed; 20 Sum sang ryng sangis, dansys ledys, and rovndis, With vocis schill, quhill all the daill resovndis; Quharso thai walk into thar caralyng, For amorus lays doith the rochys ryng: Ane sang, _The schyp salys our the salt faym, 25 Will bryng thir merchandis and my lemman haym_; Sum other syngis, _I wilbe blyth and lycht, Myne hart is lent apon sa gudly wight_. And thochtfull luffaris rowmys to and fro, To lys thar pane, and pleyn thar joly wo; 30 Eftir thar gys, now syngand, now in sorow, With hartis pensyve, the lang symmyris morow: Sum ballettis lyst endyte of hys lady, Sum levis in hoip, and sum aluterly Disparit is, and sa quyte owt of grace, 5 Hys purgatory he fyndis in euery place. To pleys his lufe sum thocht to flat and feyn, Sum to hant bawdry and onlesum meyn; Sum rownys to hys fallow, thame betwene, Hys myrry stouth and pastans lait ȝisterevin: 10 Smyland says ane, I couth in previte Schaw the a bovrd. Ha, quhat be that? quod he; Quhat thyng? that most be secrete, said the tother. Gud Lord! mysbeleif ȝe ȝour verray broder? Na, neuer a deill, bot harkis quhat I wald; 15 Thou mon be prevy: lo, my hand vphald. Than sal thou walk at evin: quod he, quhidder? In sik a place heir west, we baith togydder, Quhar scho so freschly sang this hyndyr nycht; Do choys the ane, and I sal quynch the lycht. 20 I salbe thar I hope, quod he, and lewch; Ȝa, now I knaw the mater weill eneuch. Thus oft dywlgat is this schamefull play, Na thyng accordyng to our hailsum May, Bot rathar contagius and infective, 25 And repugnant that sesson nutrytyve, Quhen new curage kytlys all gentill hartis, Seand throu kynd ilk thyng spryngis and revertis: Dame naturis menstralis, on that other part, Thar blysfull bay entonyng euery art, 30 To beyt thir amorus of thar nychtis baill, The merl, the mavys, and the nychtyngale, With mery notis myrthfully furth brest, Enforcyng thame quha mycht do clynk it best: The cowschet crowdis and pyrkis on the rys, 5 The styrlyng changis diuers stevynnys nys, The sparrow chyrmys in the wallis clyft, Goldspynk and lyntquhite fordynnand the lyft; The gukgo galys, and so quytteris the quaill, Quhill ryveris rerdit, schawis, and euery vaill, 10 And tender twystis trymlyt on the treis, For byrdis sang, and bemyng of the beys; In wrablis dulce of hevynly armonyis The larkis, lowd releschand in the skyis, Lovys thar lege with tonys curyus, 15 Baith to dame Natur, and the fresch Venus, Rendryng hie lawdis in thar obseruance; Quhais suguryt throtis maid glaid hartis dans, And al smail fowlys syngis on the spray: Welcum the lord of lycht, and lamp of day, 20 Welcum fostyr of tendir herbys grene, Welcum quyknar of floryst flowris scheyn, Welcum support of euery rute and vayn, Welcum confort of alkynd fruyt and grayn, Welcum the byrdis beild apon the brer, 25 Welcum master and rewlar of the ȝer, Welcum weilfar of husbandis at the plewys, Welcum reparar of woddis, treis, and bewys, Welcum depayntar of the blomyt medis, Welcum the lyfe of euery thyng that spredis, 30 Welcum storour of alkynd bestiall, Welcum be thy brycht bemys, gladyng all, Welcum celestial myrrour and aspy, Attechyng all that hantis sluggardy! And with this word, in chalmer quhair I lay, 5 The nynt morow of fresch temperit May, On fut I sprent into my bair sark, Wilfull fortill compleit my langsum wark Twichand the lattyr buke of Dan Virgill, Quhilk me had tareit al to lang a quhile; 10 And to behald the cummyng of this kyng, That was sa welcum tyll all warldly thyng, With sic tryumphe and pompos curage glaid Than of hys souerane chymmys, as is said, Newly aryssyn in hys estait ryall, 15 That, by hys hew, but orleger or dyall, I knew it was past four houris of day, And thocht I wald na langar ly in May Les Phebus suld me losanger attaynt: For Progne had, or than, sung hir complaynt, 20 And eik hir dreidfull systir Philomeyn Hyr lays endyt, and in woddis greyn Hyd hir selvyn, eschamyt of hir chance; And Esacus completis hys pennance In ryveris, fludis, and on euery laik: And Peristera byddis luffaris awaik; Do serve my lady Venus heir with me, Lern thus to mak ȝour obseruance, quod sche, Into myne hartis ladeis sweit presens Behaldis how I beynge, and do reuerens. 30 Hyr nek scho wrynklys, trasyng mony fold, With plomys glitterand, asur apon gold, Rendryng a cullour betwix greyn and blew, In purpour glans of hevynly variant hew; I meyn our awyn natyve byrd, gentill dow, 5 Syngand in hyr kynd, I come hydder to wow; So pryklyng hyr greyn curage forto crowd In amorus voce and wowar soundis lowd, That, for the dynnyng of hir wanton cry, I irkyt of my bed, and mycht not ly, 10 Bot gan me blys, syne in my wedis dres, And, for it was ayr morow, or tyme of mes, I hynt a scriptour and my pen furth tuke: Syne thus begouth of Virgill the twelt buke.

Explicit scitus prologus; Quharof the autour says thus.

The lusty crafty preambill, perle of May 15 I the entitil, crownyt quhil domysday; And al with gold, in syng of stait ryall, Most beyn illumnyt thy letteris capital.

THE TWELT BUKE OF ENEADOS.

CAP. I.

_Turnus, persavand the Latyn pepill faill, Promittis Eneas allone hym tyll assaill._

Quhen Turnus knew the Latyn pepill haill Irk of the weir, and saw thar curage faill, By the frawart aduersiteis of Mart, Quhilk war tofor onbrokyn and stowt of hart, And thocht the tyme requiris hym, but abaid, 5 Forto compleit the promys he had maid, Semyng as towartis hym tho euery wight To that effect addressyt thar luke and sycht: Than, onrequirit, by insaciabill desyre Langang to feght, and byrnand hait as fyre, 10 Full hie rasand hys curage and hys cheir, He gan amyd the audiens appeir. Fers as a wild lyoun ȝond in Trace, By the huntar wondyt in the chace, Quhen the smert straik in hys breist all fast is, 15 For ire the lokkyrris of hys nek vpcastis, Than first begynnyng to rays hys stern moyd, Reiosyt of the bataill, fers and wod, Onabasytly raschand the schaft in sundir, And on the man liggand at wait thar vndir, Hym to revenge, with bludy mouth doys bray; 5 Nane other wys ferd Turnus the ilk day, Smytyn so brym in fervent violens, That all commouyt in the kyngis presens On this maner begouth to speke and say: Thar sall in Turnus be fund na delay; 10 And al for nocht ȝon cowart Eneadanys Thar promys and thar wordis cumis aganys, Willyng retreit thar behestis and sawys; Sa sall thai nocht; we wil nane sik lawys: I sal thar falshed resist and ganestand, 15 And feght contrar thar chiftane hand for hand. Thou ryall prynce and fader, kyng Latyne, Do sacryfy and conferm this convyne: For owdyr sal I with thir handis twa Ȝon ilk Troiane, forhowar of Asya, 20 Do put to deth, send down to hell, quod he; Lat Latyn pepill syttyng by to se Quhou, myne allane with swerd in thar presens I sall revenge and end our allyris offens; Or than, gyf so betyd he wyn the gre, 25 Lat ws all venquyst to hym subiect be, Ȝeld hym the crown enduryng term of lyve, And lat hym joys Lavinia to hys wyfe. Kyng Latyn tho with sad and degest mynd To hym answeris, and said apon this kynd: O douchty ȝyngkeir, excellent of curage, Quhou far as by thy forcy vassallage My febill age thou doith exceid, quod he, Als far mair diligently pertenys me, And ganand is, to consell and provyde, 5 And exemyn euery chance may betyde, As I that has in part a maner feir, Be lang experiens knawand the dowtis of weir. Thow weldis Dawnus thy faderis realm and land, And feil citeis conquest with thyne awyn hand; 10 Tharto thou has alsso a gentill hart, Liberall and fre, and in weir most expert, And kyng Latyn hes gold to geif the eik. Perfay, enew otheris, not far to seik, Of madynnys beyn onwed in Latyum wyde, 15 And in the Lawrent feildis heir besyde, Of blude and frendschip na thyng myssemand, Bot worthy tobe queyn of ony land. Thoill me, I pray the, al dissait done away, Thir wordis quhoyn of weght to the till say; 20 And sammyn prent thir sawys in thy wyt. Onlesum is I suld in wedlok knyt My douchtir till ald wowaris of this land, That hir tofor had axit in sik band: All the spa men and Goddis revelyng 25 Declarit plane that was onlesum thyng. And netheles, I, venquyst cleyn but weir, For luf of the my spowsys cousyng deir, Ourcummyn be hir wofull terys and syte, All maner bandys now hes brokyn quyte; 30 And fra my son in law, full wrangwisly, Hys spous onto hym promyst rest haue I, And forthir on hym movit a wikkyt weir. Sen syne in quhat chance I stand and danger, And quhou fers batellis now persewys me, 5 Full weill thou wait, and seis, Turnus, quod he, And quhou huge travale thou has tholit and pane, As principall maste douchty capitane. Lo, twys in batale venquyst haue we be, And now scantly within our wallit cite 10 The hope and weill of Italy defendis; Now of our recent blude, as noterly kend is, The flude of Tibir walxis hait agane, And of our huge banys quhite semys the plane. Quhou am I sterit thus in purpos feir? 15 And quhidder flow I thus oft thar and heir? Quhat mad foly all to changis my thocht? Gyf that I reddy be and dowtit nocht The Troianys for my frendis to ressaue, Gif so war Turnus ded war and bygrave, 20 Quhat! aucht I nocht far rather end the weir He beand in prosperyte haill and feir? Quhat wald our cosyngis, the Rutilianys, Or quhat wald say the other Italianys, Gyf the I suld thus wys sa wilfully, 25 Axyng our douchteris wedlok and ally, Expone or offer to the ded? quod he: Fortoun defend that chance at sa suld be! Behald the chance of batale variabill, Persave of weir the sykkill ward onstabill: 30 Haue reuth and mercy of thy fader ald, Quham Ardea now, hys cuntre, doys withhald, Diuidit far and disseuerit from the, And for thy saik quhou wobegone is he. Thus said the kyng; bot the violent curage 5 Of Turnus hie mynd bowit neuer a stage; Quha wald with cuyr of medycyne hym meys, The moir encressys and growys hys mail eys: And, eftir that he first mycht speke agane, Thus he began expreym with wordis plane. 10 O thou maist souerane fader, I the pray, To salue my honour, thou wald do away Thir curis, thochtis, and solicitude, For me thou takis; and, schortly to conclude, Suffir me forto plege my deth in wage, 15 For gloryus renovn of vassillage: For we, fader, can swak dartis and brandis, Nocht with febill bot stalwart rycht handis, And of our wondis the red blude ruschis owt. To ȝonder provd Troiane, clepit sa stowt, 20 Hys moder at this tyme salbe far to seik, Quhilk Goddes with hir subtell slychtis eik Hir son, accustumat to tak the flycht, Was wont to dek, and to hyde owt of sycht Within a wifly clowd, as for a trayn, 25 And heild hir self alsso in schaddowis vayn.