The Æneid of Virgil Translated Into Scottish Verse

CAP. VIII

The bargane of the kempys curageus,The fers Darhes, and stalwart Entellus.The prynce Anchises son, Eneas, thanTwa evynly burdonys walyt, as cunnand man,And equale armour, but dyversyte,On schulderis and thar gardeys buklys he.Than athir gan contrar othir styth stand,With fyngeris fast faikand thar mace in hand,Syne heich abufe thar hedis in the ayrOnabasytly rasyt thar armys squair,And from the straik thar nek drew far abak.Now, hand to hand, the dynt lychtis with a swak;Now bendis he vp hys burdon with a mynt,On syde he bradis fortil eschew the dynt;He etlys ȝondir hys avantage to tak,He metis hym thar, and charris hym with a chak;He watis to spy, and smytis in al hys mycht,The tother keppys hym on hys burdon wycht;Thai foyn at othir, and eggis to bargane.Lychtar on fute and agil was the tane,And in hys lusty ȝouth sum deil ensuris:The tother, of lymmys byggar, and cors mair stuyr, is,Bot hys faynt schankis gan for eild schaik;Hys gowsty cost and membris, euery straik,The febil braith gan to bete and blaw.Thir hardy kempys, al in waist, leyt draw,Athir at other, mony rowtis grete:On holl sydis feill dowbill dyntis gan bete,And on thar breistis lychtis with huge sownd;Oft in the ayr about thar hedis rowndThar handis waveryt, and the strayk went mys;Hard halffettis clappyt oft vndir the dynt, I wys.Entellus standis styf and grave of cors,Not movyng from hys fyrst stand in a fors,And, with hys body only, and walkryfe E,The strakis onfar enchewys and keppyt he.Bot Darhes walkis about rycht craftely,Of hys fyrst purpos frustrat, to espySum avantage, with diuers assaltis algaitHym ombesetting sair, and handland hait:Lyke as by gret engynys quha sa waldA strang cite assail, or stalwart hald,To wyn that strenth, or ȝyt by craftis sleTo mynde the castell on the rochys hie,Lurkand in harnes wachis round about;Now this tocome, now by that way gan lowt,Quhar best he may cum to hys purpos sone,Avysand weil the place maist oportone.Entellus raxit hym, and hevis on hychtHys rycht hand, for to smyte in al hys mycht:The tother, seand the dynt cum, gan provideTo eschew swyftly, and sone lap on syde,That al hys fors Entellus gan applyInto the ayr; so that hys grave body,All hym alane, with huge weght and sayr,Ruschyt flatlyngis to the grond with a rair:So as, quhilum, the mekil kosch fyr tre,On Erymanthus the mont of Archade,Or in the wod of Ida, with a sowndVp by the rutis rent, ruschis to grond.The ȝoungkeris tho of Troy and SycillyGan starting all on fut delyvirly:The clamour rays, quhil al the hevyn dyd ryng,And fyrst to hym ran Acestes the kyng,And, for compassioun, hes vphynt in feildHys frend Entellus, onto hym evyn eild.Bot, nother estonyst nor abasyt heiron,Mair egyrly the vaillyant campionAgane to bargane went als hoyt as fyre:Hys strenthys now encressis al of ire;For schame, alsso, and for that weil he knewHys auld prowes, hys fors dowblyt and grew;And ardently, with fury and mekil boist,Gan Darhes kach and dryve our al the cost:Now with the rycht hand, now with the left hand, heDowblys dyntis, and, but abaid, leyt fle,That nothyr rest nor quyet may he tak.Als fast as rayn schour rappys on the thak,So thyk with strakis this campion maist strang,With athir hand, feil sys at Darhes dang,And drave hym to and fra with mony rowt.The prynce Eneas, than, seand this dowt,Na langar suffer wald sik wreth procede,Nor fers Entellus mude thus rage and sprede;Bot of the bargane maid end, but delay,And wery Darhes hes withdrawyn away.With wordis hym to mesyng thus he said:Onsylle wight, quhou dyd thi mynd invaidSa gret wodnes? felys thou not ȝyt, quod he,Othir strenth or mannys fors hes delt with the?Seys thou not weil thi self at thou art fey?Tharfor to God thou ȝeild the and obey:The power of goddys ar turnyt in thy contrar:Obey to God. And with that word, but mair,The bargane he dissolvyt: and than DarhesHys trew companȝeonys ledis of the pres,Harland hys wery lymmys dolf as led,For sorow schakand to and fra hys hed,And schaddis of blude furth spyttand throu hys lyppys,With bludy gammys, led hym to thar schippys;The helm and eik the sword with thame hes tane,As thai commandyt war, and left alaneThe bul ontil Entellus: sa was defynd.He victour than, and abufe in hys mynd,Prowd and reiosyt of this bull, gan say;Son of the goddes, and Troianys, I ȝou pray,Behald, and knaw by this takyn and syng,Quhat strenth was in my cors quhen I was ȝyng:Se fra quhat ded Darhes is savyt onslane.Quod he; and standand the bullys face forgane,Quhilk of thar dereyn was the pryce and gre,Hys stern burdon behynd hys bak on hieWith hys rycht hand gan tais and mesour swa,It smait hym evyn betwix the hornys twa;Persyt the harn pan, draif out the brayn in hy:Down duschit the beist ded on the land gan ly,Sprewland and flekkyrand in the ded thrawys.And he abufe hym furth warpys syk sawys:For Darhes ded, Erix, lo! this, quod he,A far mair ganand sawle, I offer the;And victour eyk my craft and wapynnys fairVprendris heir, for now and evir mair.

CAP. IX

Into this nixt cheptour ȝe may espyNys craft of schotyng and of archery.Onon Eneas induce gan to the play,With arowys forto schute quha wald assay:The pryce tharfor ordanys; and syne, but let,With fors of mennys handis vp hes setAmyd the greyn Sergestus schippys mast;Apon the top tharof gart fessyn fastA fleand dow intil a cord, quharatThai suld thar arowys schuyt. The men with thatConuenyt togiddir, and in a helm of steillThar kavillys haue thai castyn fair and weill.And first of al, with frendly noys and sound,Hyppocaon the first place hys hes fond,That was of kynrent cummyn from Hirtacus:Quham nixt eftyr followys Mynestheus,Victour afor amang the schip bargane;The grene olyve about hys forhed schane.The thryd kavill betyd Evricyus,Thy brodir, O maist doughty Panderus;Quhilk vmquhile, forto brek the trewis command,On the Grekis fyrst set with speir in hand:And of the helmys boddom al thar lastThe ancyant kyng Acestes lot furth past,Quhilk, for Eneas sayk, durst anys assayWith hys awyn hand ȝong mennys sport and play.Than euery man, accordyng thar strenth ful meyt,Thair byg bowys gan bend, and at thar feytDyd schaik onone thar arowys of thar cays.Ȝong Hippocaon, quhilk had the first place,A quhidderand arow leyt spang fra the stryng,Towart the hevyn fast throu the ayr dyd thryng;The mastis top it hyt, and tharin stak,Quhil al the tre trymlyt with the swak:The fowle affrayt flychtris on hir weyngis;Of gret rumour than al the feildis ryngis.Nixt scharp Mynestheus, war and avysye,Onto the hed hes halyt vp on hieBaith arow and eyn, etland at the mark.Bot it was reuth, the fowle, for al hys wark,Ne mycht he twich; and, netheles, ȝyt quyteThe bandis and lyamys in twa dyd he smyte,Quharwith, by baith the feyt, thar fast was scheAttachit at the mastis top on hie:Scho in the ayr and dyrk skyis flaw onon.With arow reddy nokkyt than EwricionPlukkis vp in hy hys bow, and maid hys vowOnto hys brothir Pander: with that the dowHeich in the lyft ful glaid he gan behald,And with hir weyngis sorand monyfald;Hys arow he threw vndir the clowdis blak,And persyt hir quyte owtthrou the bak.Hyr lyfe scho lost heich vp in the ayr,Down fallys ded, and has brocht with hir tharThe arow brochyt throu owt hir body.Acestes now alane stude all reddyTo schute, quhen that the pryce was tynt and won:And, netheles, to schuyt he hes begun,And threw ane arow in the ayr on hycht,Schawand hys craft, and hys byg bowys mycht,That lowsyt of the takill with a spang.And sone betyd, and in thar sychtis sprang,A fellon grysly monstre and wondryng,As weil was knaw syne at the endyng:The feirfull spa men tharof pronosticateSchrewyt chancis to betyde and bad estate.For quhy, this schaft, fleand in the moyst ayr,Brynt in a bles, and the randoun alquharWith low and flambys gan do notyfy,And, al consumyt, vanyst in the sky:As doys oft starnschoit fallyng fra the hevyn,Drawand thareftyr a taill of fyry levin.Estonyst in thar myndis, abasyt studeThe folk of Sycill and all the Troiane blude;And, netheles, maist douchty EneasReffusyt nocht the takyn, bot gan embrasAcestes glaidly, and rych gyftis him gave:Syne said hym thus; Tak, fader myne, ressaueSik favorabill aspectis benevolentAs the gret kyng of hevyn heth to the sent,That lyst with onkouth syngnys honour the.Thou sal haue heir this reward and degre,A cowp of gold engrave with figuris seir,A presand vmquhile of my fader deir,Ancyant Anchises, quham Cysseus, of Trace kyng,In remembrance hym gave and lufe takynnyng.And sayand thus, hys tymplis al, but weir,He gan involue and belt with grene lawrer;And syne hes causyt, al the othiris befor,Proclame Acestes, and declair victor.Nor gentill Euricion hys gloyr envyes nocht,Quhoubeyt that he only the fowle down brocht,And in the skyis smait hir ded, ȝyt thanThe secund place he tuke as curtas man:Nixt eftir quham, the wageour hes ressaueHe that the lysch and lyam in sondir drave;And last rewardyt was he, that hys flychtInto the mastis top festynnyt on hyght.

CAP. X

Quhou that Ascanyus and ȝong childer gentAssailȝeit othir, in maner of turnament.Eneas syne, the derenys not al done,Epytides to hym hes callyt sone,Mastir and gydar of Ascanyus ȝong,Quhais secrete haris warryn ȝyt onsprung,And in hys trasty eyr thus prevalyHe rownys, sayand; pas thi way in hy,Se gyf Ascanyus hes now reddy dychtHys falloschip of childer and horssys lycht,Arrayt for the rynkis and the play:Byd hym bryng hyddir hys rowtis to turnay,And do hys grandschir honour and renown,In hys harnes schaw hym self reddy bown.Sayd Eneas; and tharwith gave commandAbout the cowrt the pepil on rowm to stand,That al the feild within suldbe patent.Than sone the childer, arrayit fair and gent,Enterit in the camp alsammyn, schynnand brycht,On stedis pransand in thar faderis syght;And, quhar thai went, al the gallandis of TroyAnd Sycill wondyrris with gret brute and joy.Thar harys all war tukkyt vp on thar crown,That baith with how and helm was thrystyt doun:Twa javillyng speris with blunt hedis sum bair,Sum on thar schuldyr a cace with dartys fair;The wryth of gold, or chane lowpyt in ryngis,About thar hals down to thar breistis hyngis.Thai war in nowmyr cumpaneys thre,On horssis rydand; and for ilk menȝeA capitane walkis rewland al hys rowt:Twys sax childir followys ilkane aboutIn thar parsmentis, arrayit in armour brycht:The chiftanys warryn equale of a hycht.A ward thar was of childir quham, ful joyus,Berand hys grandschiris name, ȝong PriamusLed and rewlyt, quhilk thi genealogy,O Polytes, plantyt in Italy;Apon a hors of Trace dappil grayHe raid, quhays formest feyt bath twayWar mylk quhyte, and hys crest on hycht bair he,With bawsand face, rynggyt the forthir E.The secund, Atys, on a cursour bay,Fra quham the Latyn lynnage to this dayActii bene nemmyt; and this litill AtysWith child Ascanyus weilbelovyt is.Lufty Iulus, in bewte dyd all exceid,Come last montyt on a Sydon steydOf cullour quhyte, quham Dydo, the fair Lady,In hir remembrance hym gave and luf drowry.The remanent of the falloschip, euery one,Sycill horssis gan swyftly ryde apon,That from the auld Acestes purchest wer.With revell, blythnes, and a maner feir,Troianys ressauys thame, and rycht glaidlyThar vissage gan behald, and dyd aspyThe prent of faderis facis on childir ȝyng.Eftyr thai had all cirkillyt in a ryng,On horsbak, hail the place and feild abowt,And joyusly behaldyn all the rowt,All reddy hufand thar coursys forto tak;Epytides on far a syng gan mak,Smait with a clap, and cryis, go togidder!Than ran thai sammyn in paris with a quhidder;The rowtis thre brak; ilkane chesyt hys feir;And, quhen thai by war runnyn, thar horsis thai steir,And turnys agane incontinent at commandis,To preif thar fors with javillyngis in thar handis:Syne went abak in sondyr a far space,Ilkane at othir rynnyng with a rays.Syndry coursys and returnyngis maid thai;Fast athir sort gan othiris rowt cumray,And gan excers, by semblance, vndir scheildThe symylitude of batell or a feild.Sum tyme the bak thai turn, as thai wald fle;Sum tyme at othir threw dartis, he and he;And, sone eftyr, assemmyl wald with a crak,Thar handis schak, and pes togyddir mak.Swa, as tha say, vmquhile the hows in Creyt,Hait Laborynthus, with mony went and streyt,Had wrynkillyt wallys, a thousand slychtis wrocht,Forto dissaue al onkouth tharin brocht,To wavyr and er thar onreturnabilly,The subtell throwgangis followand sa quently;Nane othir ways, in coursys mony ane,Quhirlys thar trays thir ȝong childir Troiane.Thai lowke togiddir, and countyrfatis a chaysIn maner of bargane, makand mony a raysAnd seir derenȝeis in thar sport and play;Als swyft as dalphyn fysch, swymmand awayIn the wak sey of Egyp or Lyby,Persand the wallys, that plays jolely.Thir maner of rynkis and jupertyis of bataillAscanyus hantyt, and brocht fyrst in Itaill,Quhen he with wallys closyt lang Albay,And taucht the ald Latynys to hant syk play,The sammyn gyis as he, a child, now wrocht,And othir Troiane childir with hym brocht.The Albanys taucht thar childir the sammyn way;And mychty Roym, syne efter mony a day,Syk oys ressavyt hes, and gan vphaldIn wirschip of thar antecessouris auld;And now, childring hantyng syk gem and joyBeyn Troiane rowtis namyt, and weir of Troy.

CAP. XI

Quhou Irys, send fra Juno in gret ire,Gart Troiane wemen set thar schippys in fyre.Thus, hyddyrtyllys, warryn derenys seyrExcersyt in wyrschip of hys fader deyr:And in this tyme gan forton fyrst removeFra thame agane hir sykkill faith and lufe.For, as Troianys dyd hallow on this wys,By diuers gemmys, as was tho the gys,Solemnytly, the seruyce anniuersarBesyde Anchises graf, furth of the air,And hevynnys hie, Saturnus get, Juno,That gan of wreth and malyce nevir ho,Not satisfyit of hir ald fury ne wrok,Rollyng in mynd full mony kankyrryt blok,Hes send adoun onto the Troiane navyIrys; and, that scho suld go spedely,The prospir wynd gan eftyr hir inspyre.Thys virgyn sprent on swyftly as a vyre,And throu the clowdis hir trace, quhar scho went,Schupe lyke a bow of diuers hewis ment.Sone slaid sche doun, onseyn of ony wy,Gret confluence of pepill dyd aspy:Scho walkis about the costis of the see,Havynnys and flote left dissolate fand sche;And al the Troiane wemen dyd sche kenSyttand on the schor, secret far fra men,The gret loys of Anchises regratyng sair,And al togiddir gan to weip and rair,Behaldand the deip seys sorowfully,And, with a voce, sayand al halely:Allace! behald, samony stremys gray,And of thir salt fludis sa braid a wayRemanys ȝyt, fortyl ourslyde and sayll,By ws wemen irkyt of lang travaill!Thai al besocht God send thame sone, ilkane,A cite or a town forto remane,And tedyus thocht the seys laubour to bair.Iris heirfor aspyis hir tyme best thair,As scho that was in myscheif ful expart:Amyddis of thame all in gan scho start,Hir godly figur and hir weid laid by,And bycame agyt Beroes in hy,In maner schap of symylitude and face,That was Doryclus spows, born of Trace,Quhilk vmquhile was of hie genealogy,Of gret renoun, and childir had mony;And on syk wys amang matronys TroianeTransformyt entrys scho, and in is gane.O woful wrachit wemen all, quod sche,Quhilk to the deth, vndir the wallys hieOf ȝour natyve cite and kynd landis,War not in batell harlyt by Grekis handis!O pepill onhappy! to quhat myschews endForton reseruys ȝou of this warld to wend?Lo! sen the fal of Troy and dolorus weir,Byrunnyn is the sevynt symmyr and ȝeir,Sen that samony seys, and onkouth landis,Sa huge wilsum rolkis, and schawd sandis,And stormys gret, ourdrewyn and sufferyt haue we;Lo! thus saland throw out the mekill see,Quhar that we chays Itale, that fleys ay,And we ly warpyt on the wallys gray.Heir beyn the bredyrly boundis of Erix stowt;Our frend Acestes is our host but dowt:Quha will ws warn to beild vp wallys hie,And to our citesanys set heir a cite?O natyve land, and kynd goddis, al invaneRest from our fays! sal nevir nane aganeTroiane wallys be namyt nor vpbeild?Sal I nevir se, allace! in all my eild,Hectoriane fludis, Exanth and Symois?Haue done tharfor, and now with me, I wys,Thir fey onhappy schippys al bedeneLat ws go byrn: for, in my sleip ȝistreyn,The figur of Cassandra, prophetes,Gave me byrnand fyre brandis, and said expres,Heir suld we rest; bad seyk Troy na forthar;Heir was our dwellyng place for euermar.Now is the tyme ganand our wark to speyd;To tary ma fatale syngnys quhat suld neid?Lo! ȝondir beyn four altaris byrnand schyre;Neptune, the god, thir hait brandis of fyreDistributis to ws, and alsso hardyment.And sayand thus, to perform hir entent,The peralus fyre first hynt scho forsably;With flambys schynand on far thai mycht espyHir rycht hand rasyt, the blesys in to cast.Of Troiane wemen the myndis worth agast,And al thar hartis sum deil stupefak;Quhen ane, the eldast amang thame al, spak,Clepyt Pirgo, the quhilk had beyn, feil sys,To mony of kyng Priamus childir nurys:O matronys, ȝon was nevir Beroys, quod sche,Born a Troiane, and Doryclus spous, traist me.Considir of hir bewte syngnys dyvyne;Behald so brycht as baith hir eyn doith schyne;Quhat sweit favour and smell from hir spryngis;Quhatkyn vissage hes scho; quhou thynk ȝe ryngisHir vocis sown, or quhat pays goys scho now.My self left Beroes, as I come hyddir rycht now,Lyand seyk at hame, and ful ennoyit wight,That scho alane suld want this ryal syght,And, as scho wald, mycht not mak sacryfyceIn Anchysis honour and funerale seruyce.Thus said Pirgo: bot than the matronys allStude fyrst in dowt quhat thing tha do sall,And with evil willy eyn the schippys behaldis,On hovir betwix wrachyt desyre, thame haldisForto abyd within that present land,And of the fatis, on the tother hand,That onto othir realmys doith thame call:Quhen lo! the goddes, in form celestiall,With equale weyngis fleys vp to the hevyn,And, in hir went, schup vndir the clowdis evynThe figur of a raynbow huge grete.Than pryncipaly begouth thar hartis bete;Of syk wondris estonyst, thai al in hyCachit with wodnes begouth raym and cry,And from the hallowyt ingill rest the fyre;Part spulȝeis altaris of thar flambys schire,And byrnand branchis, faggottis, and fyre brandis,Into the schippys swak they with thar handis:The flambe vpkyndilling blesys braid at largeThrow hechis, ourloft, ayr, and payntyt targe.

CAP. XII

Of the fyre stoknyng, quhilk the navy derys,And quhou in Sycill Ene hes left hys feris.Ontyl Anchises graf and theatryFirst brocht Ewmolus word, quhou the navyWas al infyryt. Thai luke, and gan behaldThe fyre sparkis fleand vp thyk faldIn a blak sop of reik: and fyrst Ascanyus,As he on hors playt with hys ferys joyus,Als swyft and fersly spurris hys steid fute hoyt,And, but delay, socht to the trublyt flote.Hys mastirys, half ded for affray and dreid,Mycht nocht withhald hym: thyddir gan he speid;And cryit, allace, O wrachit citesanys!Quhat new wodnes be this that ȝou ourtane is?Quhou now, quhou now? quhat meyn ȝe for to do?Ȝour ennemys floyt, nor Grekis schippys, lo,Ȝe byrn not, bot al hope of ȝour weil fair;Se, this is I, ȝour awyn Ascanyus, ayrOnto my fader: and, with that word, his helmBefor thar feyt al voyd doun dyd he quhelm,Quharwith in the derenys cled was he,And countyrfait the maner of a melle.Eneas than, and al the rowtis Troianys,Fast as thai mycht, sped thame thiddir atanys.Bot than the wemen al, for dreid and affray,Fled heir and thair, endlang the cost away;Socht to woddys and cavys in euery rolk,Eschamyt with thar deid, knew thar awyn folk,Thar myndis changit, fled the lycht for dispyte,Al Junois rage smate from thar breistis quyte.Bot not for this the flambys and byrnand bleysDyd stanch thar fors ondantyt, ne appeys:The tuffyng kyndillys betwix the plankis wak,Quharfra outthrawis the pykky smoke coil blak;The hait fyre consumys fast the howe;Our al the schip discendys the peralus lowe:Thar was na strenth of vaillyant men to waill,Nor large fludis on ȝet, that mycht avail.Reuthful Ene than of hys schulderis twayThe claith hes rent, and gan the goddys pray,Vp baith hys handis hevand in the sky:Almychty Jove, quod he, aluterlyGyf thou hes not al Troianys at haitrent,Or gif thi reuthfull clemens takis tent,As thou was wont, to mennys travel and pyne,Now, haly fader, thi maieste inclyne;Grant at our navy this fyre may eschaip,And from distructioun delyvir and outscrapeThir sobir trumpys, and meyn graith of Troianys:Or, gif I haue deseruyt, with the remanys,Smyte al togyddir ded with feirful thundir;Lat thi rycht hand heir schaik ws al in sondir.Scars this wes sayd, quhen that a blak tempestBrays but delay, and al the lyft ourkest:A huge weyt gan down powre and tumbill;Hillys and valys trymlyt of thundir rummyll;The drumly schour ȝet furth our al the ayrAls blak as pyk, in bubbys heir and thar,Fyllys the schippys, quhil thai flet our the walys;Wrayngis half brynt bedyit in watir salys;That al the fors of fyre was slokyt owt,And from the perrell salf and out of dowtWas al the navy, outtake four schippys lost.And, quhil he rowmys vp and doun the cost,The fader Eneas, smyte with this smart cace,Now heir, now thar, gan huge thyngis compace;Rollyng in mynd quhiddir he suld or nayRemane in Sycill, or thens pas away,Or gif he suld seik ȝyt to Italy,Lyke as he had forȝet hys destany.Thus as he musys, stad in sykkyn dowt,Ane of the eldast herys stude abowt,Clepyt Nawtes, quham the goddes MynerveOur al the layf instrukkyt hym to serve,And rendryt had ful scharp and rype of wyt,Syk answer gave, and plane declaris it;Quhat pretendis this fellon goddes greif,And eik, accordyng thar fatis, quhat was releif;And, comfortand Eneas, thus gan say:Son of the goddes, lat ws follow that way,Bakwart or fordwart, quhyddir our fatis dryve;Quhat evir betyde, this is na bute to stryve:All chance of forton tholand ourcummyn is.Heir is thi tendir frend Troiane, I wys,Worthy Acestes, of dyvyne lynage;Cal hym to the in counsale, wys and sage,And weil willyng to thi purpos to apply.Leif with hym all may nocht in thi navyBe tursyt now, for lak of schippis lost;Al syk as beyn ennoyt, and irk almostOf thi gret purpos, thi dedis, and efferis;And thai that beyn agyt passyt dait of ȝeris,Or ald matronys wery of the see:Wail out al thame beyn waik and onweilde,Or ȝyt afferyt beyn in ilke affray;Syk cummyrryt wightis suffir, I the say,To haue ane hald and dwel heir in this land:The cite salbe, as was first cunnand,Acesta clepyt, eftir Acestes kyng.With syk wordis, and prudent sermonyngOf hys wys agit frend, than EneasOn al sydis gan ithandly cumpasQuhat was to do: and as the dirk nychtRollyt hys cart ourthourt the polys bricht,Eftir that all was went to rest and pace,The ymage of hys fader AnchisesGan from the hevin appeir, and, but abaid,Ontil Eneas heth thir wordis said:O thou my child, derrer, so mot I thrive,Quhil that I levit, than myne awin lyve;O son, in Troiane fatis exercit sayrly;Hiddir, at the command of Jove, cummyn am I,Quhilk from thi navy stanchit the fyre, quod he,And from hie hevin at last heth reuth on the.Follow the counsale is maist ganand and heynd,That agit Nautes gave the, thi trew frend;And chose ȝong men of harte maste curagiousTurs in Itale with the. I tel the thus;A dour pepill, and of conditioun fell,The nedis in Latium ourcum in batell.Bot first, of Pluto the infernale see,And deip regioun of hell, behufis the se,To cum and speke with me, myne awin son deir.Be not agast, my child, and haue na feir:For I am nocht withhald, I lat the wyt,In Tartarus, the soroful hellys pyt,Nor drery pottis deip of saulis paill;Bot in the hailsum rowtis, furth of baill,I dwel amyd the plane of Elyse.The chaist virgyn Sibil wil convoy theThe rycht way thidder, quhilk at thou sal takBy blude offerit of mony bestis blak.Thar sal thou lern all thi genolegy,And quhat cite is to the destany.Adew; as now na langar dwell I may:The donk nycht is almaist rollyt away,And the fers Orient wil at I withdraw;I feil the ayndyng of hys horssys blaw.Thus hes he said; and with that word, but mair,Vanyst away, as the reik in the ayr.And quhen Eneas saw him pas, he said,Quhidder bradis thou now sa fast, without abaid?Quhidder hastis thou swa? quhom fleys thou? me, allace!Quhat is the let I may the nocht enbrace?Thus sayand, the assys and coverit fyre bet he;To Troiane Ingil, and the cannos Veste,Within hys secret closet maid reuerence,With hallowyt flour, deuotely, and incence.Syne sone assemlyt his feris all in pres,Bot first of al the ancyant Acestes:The wil and plesour of Jove schew thame cleir,And eik the charge brocht by hys fader deir,And tald thame planely his mynd and desyre.Thai tary nocht at counsale; for this syre,Acestes, was al reddy at command.Than al tha folk, quhilk list bide in that land,For this new cite titil thai and writis:The matronys first, and sik as nocht delytisNor hes in cure desyre of hie renoun,Thai deput, and thai ordand for this town.Thar hechis and thar ourloftis syne thai beit,Plankis and gestis gret, squair and meit,Into thar schippis jonand with mony a dynt,Insted of thame war with the flambys brynt;Thar cabillis new, and thar hed towis reparis,And gan to forge newly wrayngis and ayris:In numbir war thai bot a few menȝe,Bot thai war quyk and vailliant in melle.In the meyn tyme, Eneas with a pleuchThe cite circulit, and merkit be a seuch;By cavillys syne the tenementis dyd depart:Heir ordanys Ilion, and, in ȝondir art,Of Troy commandis beld othir memoriallis.Of this new cite, and thir frendly wallis,Glaid wolx Troiane Acestes, and, but mair,Did mak proclame thar merkattis and thar fair;And all the hedismen gadderis and set down,Stabillis thar lawys and statutis for that town.Syne, on the top of Erix the montane,Full neir the lift, thai found, of marbill stane,A tempil to Venus of Idalia;And, about Anchisis sepultur alssua,Ane hallowit schaw on breid, as sanctuar,Plantit thai haue, and stabillit prestis thar.