The Æneid of Virgil Translated Into Scottish Verse

CAP. IV

Of Eneas sacrifyis be nycht,And quhou to hel he tuk the way ful rycht.This beand done, Sibillais commandmentEne addressis perform incontinent.Thar stude a dirk and profound cave fast by,A hieduus hoill, deip gapand and grisly,All ful of cragis and of thir scharp flynt stanys,Quhilk was weil dekkit and closit for the nanysWith a fowle layk, als blak as ony craw,And skuggis dym of a ful dern wod schaw;Abufe the quhilk na fowle may fle but skath.Exalationys or vapouris blak and laithFurth of that dedly golf thrawis in the air,Sik wys na byrd may thiddir mak repair;Quharfor Grekis Avernus clepis this sted,The place but fowlis, to say, or pyt of ded.Heir first Ene, at this ilk entre vyle,Fowr ȝong stottis addressit, blak of pyle:The nun Sibilla ressauys thame, and syneAmyd thar forhedis quhelmyt on cowpis of wyne,And of thar top, betwix the hornys twa,The ovirmast haris has scho pullit awa,And in the haly ingil, as was the gys,Kest thame, in maner of the first sacrifice,Apon Hecate cryand, with mony a ȝell,Mychtful in hevin and dym dungeon of hell.Sum slevit knyvis in the bestis throtis,And otheris, quhilk war ordand for sik notis,The warm new blude keppit in cowp and peys.Ene him self a ȝow was blak of fleceBrittynnyt with hys sword, in sacrifice ful hieOnto the moder of the fureys thre,And hir gret systir; and to the, Proserpyne,A ȝeld kow all to trynschit; and eftir syneTo the infernal kyng, quhilk Pluto hait,Hys nycht altaris begouth to dedicate:The hail bowkis of bestys, bayn and lyre,Amyd the flambys kest and haly fyre;The fat oly dyd he ȝet and peyrApon the entralys, to mak thame byrn cleir.Bot lo! a litill befor the son rysyng,The grond begouth to rummys, croyn, and ryng,Vndir thar feyt, and woddy toppis hieOf thir hillys begyn to move thai se:Amang the schaddowys and the skuggis markThe hell hundys hard thai ȝowl and bark,At cummyng of the goddes Proserpyne.Sibilla cryis, that prophetes dyvyne,All ȝe that bene prophane, away, away;Swith, owtwith al the sanctuar hy ȝow, hay!And thou, quod sche, hald on thi way with me;Draw furth thi swerd; for now is neid, Ene,To schaw thi manheid, and be of ferm curage.Thus far scho said, smyte with the godly rage,And tharwith entris in the oppynnyt cave:Eneas onabasit, fra all the lave,Followis his gide with equale pays ful rycht.O ȝhe Goddis, in quhais power and mychtThe sawlis beyn, and ȝhe dern skuggis dyrk,Confusyt Chaos, quharof all thing beyn wirk,Skaldand hellis flude, Flagiton, but lycht,Placis of silence and perpetuall nycht;Mot it be leful to me for to tellTha thyngis quhilkis I haue hard said of hell,And, by ȝour myghtis, that I may furth schawSeir thingis drynchit in the erd ful law,And deip envoluyt in myrknes and in myst.Thai walking furth sa dyrk, oneth thai wystQuhidder thai went, amyd dym schaddowys thar,Quhar evir is nycht, and nevir lyght dois repar,Throwout the waist dongion of Pluto kyng,Thai voyd boundis, and that gowsty ryng:Siklyke as quha wald throw thik woddis wendIn obscure licht, quhen moyn may nocht be kend;As Jupiter, the kyng etheryall,With erdis skug hydis the hevynnys all,And the myrk nycht, with hir vissage gray,From every thing hes reft the hew away.Befor the porch, and fyrst jawys of hell,Lamentatioun and wraikfull Thochtis fellThar lugyng had; and tharat dwellis eykPail Maladeis, that causys folk be seik;The feirful Dreid, and als onweldy Age,The fellon Hungir with hir ondantit rage:Thar was alsso the laithly Indigence,Terribill of port, and schameful hir presence;The grysly Ded, at mony ane hes slane,The hard Labour, and diseysful Pane,The slottry Sleip, Dedis cousyng of kynd,Inordinat Blithnes of peruersit mynd;And in the ȝet, forganyst thame, dyd standThe mortall Batall with hys dedly brand,The irne chalmeris of hellys Fureys fell,Witles Discord, that wondryng maist crewell,Wymplit and buskit in a bludy bend,With snakis hung at euery harys end.And in the myddis of the vtyr ward,With braid branschis spred owr al the sward,A rank elm tre stude, huge gret, and stok ald:The wlgar pepil in that sammyn haldBelevis thir vayn dremys makis thar dwellyng;Vndir ilk leif ful thik thai stik and hyng.Thar beyn eik monstreis of mony diuers sort:The Centawres war stablit at this port,The dowbil porturat Scilla with thame infeir,Bryareus with ane hundreth formys seyr,The bysnyng best, the serpent of Lerna,Horribilly quhysland, and quent ChymeraWith fyre enarmyt on hir toppis hie,The laithly Harpyes, and the Gorgones thre;Of thrynfald bodeys gaistly formys dyd grone,Baith of Erylus and of Geryon.Eneas smartly, for the hasty dreid,Hynt furth hys swerd in this place, and, gud speid,The drawin blaid he profferis thar and heirOnto tha monstreis, evir as thai drew neir;And war not his expert mait ScybillaTawcht him thai war bot voyd gaistis all tha,But ony bodeis, as wandrand wrechis waist,He had apon thame ruschit in gret haist,And with his bytand brycht brand, all invane,The twme schaddowis smyttyn to haue slane.

CAP. V

Tyll hellys fludys Ene socht neddyrmar,And Palynurus, hys sterysman, fand thar.Fra thyne, strekis the way profond ononeDeip onto hellys flude of Acheron;With holl bysme, and hydduus swelch onrude,Drumly of mud, and skaldand as it war wod,Popland and bulrand furth on athir handOnto Cochitus all his slyke and sand.Thir ryveris and thir watyris kepit warBy ane Charon, a grisly ferryar,Terribil of schap, and sluggart of array:Apon his chyn feil cannos harys gray,Lyart feltrat tatis; with burnand eyn red,Lyk twa fyre blesys fixit in his hed;Hys smottrit habyt, owr his schulderis lydder,Hang pevagely knyt with a knot togiddir.Hymself the cobill dyd with hys bolm furth schow,And, quhen hym lyst, halit vp salys fow.This ald hasart careis owr fludis hoytSpretis and figuris in hys irne hewyt boyt,All thocht he eildit was, or step in age,Als fery and als swippir as a page;For in a god the age is fresch and greyn,Infatigabill and immortall as thai meyn.Thiddir to the bra swarmyt all the rowtOf ded gostis, and stud the bank abowt;Baith matronys, and thar husbandis, all yferis,Ryal pryncis, and nobill chevaleris,Smal childering, and ȝong damysellis onwed,And fair springaldis laitly ded in bed,In fader and moderis presence laid on beir.Als gret number thiddir thikkit infeir,As, in the first frost eftir hervist tyde,Levis of treys in the wod doys slyde;Or byrdis flokkis owr the fludis gray,Onto the land seikand the nerrest way,Quhom the cald sesson cachis owr the see,Into sum benar realm and warm cuntre.Thar stude thai prayand sum support to get,That thai mycht with the formast owr be set,And gan vp heving petuusly handis twa,Langand to be apon the forthir bra.Bot this soroful boytman, with brym luyk,Now thir, now thame, within his veschel tuke;And other sum expellit, and maid do standFar from the ryvage syde apon the sand.Awondrit of this sterage, and the pres,Say me, virgyn, quod Ene, or thou ces,Quhat menys sik confluence at this watir side?Quhat wald thir sawlys? quhy nyl thai nocht byde?Quhilk causis beyn, or quhat diuersite,Sum from the brays thame withdraw I se;Ane other sort, eik, of thir sawlys dedRollyt owr this ryver, cullorit as the led?Thys ancyant religius woman than,But mair delay, to answer thus began:Anchises get, heynd child, curtas and gude,Discend ondowtabil of the Goddis blude,The deip stank of Cochitus doith thou se,And eik the hellis puyll, hait Stix, quod sche,Be quhais myghtis the Goddis ar full laith,And dredis sair, to sweir, syne fals thar aith.All thir, thou seis stoppit at the schor,Beyn helples folk, onerdit and forlor;Ȝon grysly ferryar to name Charon hait;Thai beyn all bereyt he careys in hys bayt.It is not to him lefull, he ne mayThame ferry owr thir rowtand fludis gray,Nor to the hydduus ȝonder costys haue,Quhil thar banys be laid to rest in graue.Quha ar onbereit ane hundreth ȝer mon bide,Waverand and wandrand by this bankis syde:Than, at the last, to pas owr in this boytThai beyn admyt, and costis thame not a grote,And frely may behaldyn or espyTha lakis, quhilkis thame langis to vissy.Anchises son tho styntis a litil stownd,And baith his futsteppis fixit in the grond,Musyng in mynd sum deil, sad in a part,And of this hard forton kauth rewth in hart.Thar saw he, dolorus and wofull of cheir,But funeral seruyce, nevir laid on beir,Lucaspes and Orontes, baith twane,Quhilum masteris of the schyp Lyciane;Quham baith yfeir, as said befor haue we,Saland from Troy throw owt the wally see,The dedly storm ourquhelmyt with a quiddir,Baith men and schip welt vnder flude togyddir.Lo! Palynurus eyk, his sterysman,Amang otheris fast to the watir ran,Quhilk laitly saland in the Libyane see,As that he gan behald the starnys hie,Togidder with the helmstok, quhar he stude,Owr schipburd swakkit was amyd the flude.And skarsly as Ene gan hym espy,Amang dirk skowgis standand full drery,First he him gretis, sayand to him thus;Quhilk of the goddis, O Palynurus,The ws bereft, and drynt amyd the see?Quhow tyd that cace? declar me, I pray the.For certis, bricht Apollo nevir or nowWas fals to me; bot I wait neuer howOf hys answer twiching the he ravyt,And hes my mynd tharin al hail dissavit;That schew thow suld hailskarth owr the seeOnto the grond of Ital cum, quod he:Se, thus his lawte and promyt is keip!The tother answeris with a petuus peip:Maist worthy Duke, Anchises son sa deir,Nowder hath the of Phebus the answer,Vndir his secrete cortyne, so dissave,Ne ȝit na God sa far has me bywave,Nor drownyt in the deip, as ȝe beleve.Bot, as I slaid our burd to my myscheve,The helmstok, or gubernakil of tre,Quharwith I rewlit owr cours throu the see,Lenand tharon sa fast, per cace it threw,And rent away owr burd with me I drew.The wally seys to wytnes draw I heir,That for my self tuke I nane sa gret feirAs of thi schip, quhom that I knew ful quyteSpulȝeit of hir graith, and lodysman furth smyte,Dreding scho suld haue perist in sik neid,Owr the huge swelland fludis rays on breid.The sowth wynd Nothus thre days me draveThrow owt the see, with violent wallys wave:Skars on the ferd day at morn dyd I spy,Heich from the wallys croppis, Italy.Huly and fair onto the cost I swam:And tho almaist in surte cummyn I am;Ne war the crewel pepil of tha landis,As that I grippit with my crukit handisThe scharp rolkis toppys at the schoyr,In hevy wayt frog stad, and chargyt soyr,Thai gan with irne wapynnys me invaid,Wenyng a spy that I had beyn, thai said,From thar cuntre sum pray to dryve away.So now I am bedyit in fludis gray,And wyndis warpis my corps apon the strandis.Quharfor I pray the, hevand vp my handis,And be the plesand light of hevin requiris,And by the hailsum ayr at thou inspiris,And be thi weilbelovit fader dyng,And gude hope of thi ȝong sonnys ofspryng;O thou onvenquyst valyant champyoun,Delyuyr me fra thir gret harmys onon:Or, at the leist, grave me in sepulture,Sen weil thow kan, and may perform that cur:Speir to the portis quhilkis Velynos hayt;Or gyf thar may be fundyn ony gayt,Quhilk thy blyssit moder hes the techit rycht,Reke thy rycht hand onto this wrechit wight,And haue me with the our thir fludis red;So, at the leist, I may, eftir my ded,Into sum plesand sted remane and rest:For I beleve fermly thou nocht addrestSa large fludis, but Goddis authoryte,Nor Stix this layk fortil owr swym, quod he.Quhen that he had thir wordis said expres,Syk answer til hym maid the prophetes:Palynurus, quod scho, thou sary syre,Quhiddir is becummyn sik ondantyt desyreTo the, and fers will sa onressonabill?Wenys thou, onerdyt now, and thus onhabill,Owr Stix the hellys puyll sik wys to fair,And grysly fludis, abowt quham doith reparThir dreidfull fureys, to behald and se?Oncallyt, on the ȝondyr bra wald thou be?Desist, and ces to weyn with thy prayerThe goddis decrete at thou may brek or steir.Bot now inprent in thy remembranceThir wordys, in solace of thy hard chance.Quhar thy body is at this tyme present,For feir tharof, the pepil adiacent,By wondir takynnys from the hevynnys schaw,Constrenyt, sal bygrave thy banys law,And on thy corps erect a sepultur,Doyng tharto solempnyt funeral cur:Palynurus to name that place for thySal bare, and clepit be perpetualy.With thir wordis assuagit hys hevy thocht,And fra hys sorofull hart, as that he mocht,Sum deil expellyt hes the dolorus cayr,Reiosyt of the grond hys surname bayr.Quharfor Eneas and Scybill, baith tway,As thai begunnyn had, held furth thar way.

CAP. VI

Owr Stix the flude quhou that Ene dyd fair,And Cerberus in cave hard ȝell and rayr.And as thai gan approch toward the flude,This churlych boyt man, on Stix quhar he stude,Alswyth as he persavit thame cum swaThrow the darn wod, and draw nerar the bra;First with sik bustuus wordis he thame grat,And, but offence, gan thame chidyng thus plat:Quhat evir thou be, that cummys enarmyt soTowart owr fludis, quhiddir etlys thou go?For quhat caus come thou hyddir? tell me tyte;Stand styl thar as thou art, with mekill syte.Pres na forthir, for this is the hald richtOf Gaistis, Schaddowys, Sleip, and dovyrrit Nycht:Onlefull war, and ane forbodyn thing,Within this passyngear our Stix to bryngOny levand wight. Certis, in myne entent,I am nocht glaid ȝyt of the last sa went;Nor that I careyt Hercules owr this layk,Ne Theseus, and Pyrothous hys mayk:All thocht thai war cummyn of goddis lynage,And invynsibill of strenth and vassallage.For this ilk Hercules, with hys stalwart handis,The grym wardane of hell strenyt in bandis,And drew hym trymlyng from the kyngis trone:The tothyr twa gret violence wald haue done;The fresch Proserpyne, Plutois lady gay,Furth of hir bowr begouth to led away.To hym agane this answer maid expresOf Amphrisya Phebus prophetes:Do all suspicioun furth of thy consate;Heir is, quod scho, nane sik gyle nor dissate;Na violence owr wapynnys doith pretend:Weill lykis ws, it doith ws not offend,Thocht in his cave ȝour hydduus portarȝowland affray the ded gaistis evyrmar;We stand content, it sufficyth ws alssua,That ay remane the chaste ProserpinaWithin hir fader broderis boundis and ryng.Bot heir is cummyng, of kyng Troas ofspring,Eneas, full of piete and knychthed,To vissy hys luffit fader, quhilk is ded,Discendit to the law skuggis of hell.Of sa gret vertu and piete, quhilk I tell,Gyf na considerance may the move, quod sche,At leist thou knawys this goldin granyt tre:And, with that word, the branch schew and omdyd,That pryvely vndir hyr clok was hyd.The rageand hart, all full of wraith and ire,Than wolx appesit of this laithly syre,And, but ma wordys, or langar delay,Awondryt of the presand fresch and gay,Thys fatale wand sa precyus was, I meyn,That he tofor a lang tyme had nocht seyn,Hys watry hewyt boyt, haw lyke the see,Towart thame turnys and addressis he,And gan approch onto the bra in heast.Syne othir sawlys expellit hes and chastFurth of hys bayt, quhilk sat endlang the wayll;He strekyt sone hys ayris, and grathis his saill,And tharwithall the byg weghty EneWithin his veschell boddum ressavis he.Vndir the paysand and the hevy chargeGan grane or geig full fast the sewit barge,Sa ful of ryftys, and with lekkis perbrake,Scho suppit huge watir of the layk.Bot, at the last, owtour the flude ȝit thanSalfly scho brocht baith prophetes and man,And furth thame set amyd the fowl glar,Amang the fawch ryspys harsk and sear.Cerberus, the hydduus hund, that regiounFordynnys, barkand with thre mowthis sown,Onmesurabill in hys cave quhar he layRicht our forgane thame in the hie way:Quhom till the prophete, behaldand quhou in hyHys nekkis wolx of eddyrris all grysly,A sop, stepyt intill hunny als fast,And of enchantit cornys maid, gan cast.For hungyr wod, he gapys with throtis thre,Swith swellyand that morsell raucht had sche,And tho hys terribyll body with a rerdHe tumlys owr, liggyn on the erd;Of huge statur, and fellon quantite,Our all the cave furth strekit him hes he.

CAP. VII

The circulyt ways in hell Eneas saw,And fand queyn Dido in the myr tre schaw.Thus quhil the portar in sleip sowpit lyis,The entre tho Eneas occupyis,And owr the fludis bank ful swyftly sprent,Quhais passage is onreturnabill went.Onon thai hard seir vocis lamentabill,Gret walyng, quhympring, sprachis miserabill.In the first cyrkill, or the vtyr ward,Ȝong babys sawlys weping sor thai hard;Quhom the hasty and blak duylful daySowkand thar moderis pap had reft away,From the swete lyfe twynnyt ontymusly,As cayrful corps plungit in grave gart ly.Nixt thame, the secund place tha folkis hesWrangwysly put to ded for cryme sakles.Nor, sykkyrly, thir settis to ilke wightWar nocht assignit but juge, doym, and rycht:For kyng Mynos, inquisitour and justice,The fatale vrne and ballance at deviceRewlys equaly, and be discretioun sterisTo consale and to jugement as efferis;The silly gostis callys in that secret cage,Baith of thar life and crymys takkand knawlage.Syne eftir thir, al sory and full of cayr,The thryd place haldis, and sal evir mayr,Giltles folk, that for disdene, wo, or fed,With thar awin handis wrocht thar self to ded,And, irkit of the life at thai war in,Thar sweit sawlys maid fra the body twyn.O, quhat penuryte and hard distres infeirWald thai now suffir tobe in this warld heir!Bot the fatis and goddis decrete gaynstandisThat thai may nevir return onto thir landis:The woful puyl with watyr onluflyWithhaldis thame, so at thai may nocht go by,And Stix, the flude, bylappis thame abowtNyne tymys, sa clos at thai sal nevir wyn owt.Nocht far from thens, wide quhar on euery syde,Thai mycht behald the large fieldis wydeAnd boundis of Complaynt, all voyd of lycht;Sa beyn thai clepit properly at rycht;Quharin war all by strang lufe in thar daysWith sik crewel infectioun wastit away is:The hydlys held thai and the roddis darn,A myr tre wod about thame lowkyt ȝarn:Thar paynfull musyng and thar hevy thocht,Eftir thar ded alsso, forȝet thai nocht.Thar was Phedra, the spows of Theseus,And Procrys eyk, the wyfe of Cephalus;In that ilke sted was trist Eryphyle;Hir crewell sonnys wondis schawis sche:Evadne he beheld, and Laodomya,And Pasyphe in falloschip with tha,And Ceneus, first a wench, and syne a man,In hyr ald schap eftir ded changit than.Amang otheris the Phenyssyane DidoWithin the gret wod walkis to and fro,The greyn wound gapand in hir breist all new:Quhom as the Troiane barrown nerrer drew,And throw the dyrk schaddowis first dyd knaw;Sikwys as quha throw clowdy skyis saw,Or, at the leist, wenys he heth do se,The new moyn quhen first vp walxis sche;The terys leyt he fall, and tendyrlyWith hartly lufe begrat hir thus in hy.O fey Dido, sen I persave the heyr,A sovir warning, now I knaw ful cleir,Was schawin me, at thou with swerd was slaw,Byreft thi self the lyfe, and brocht of daw.Alace, I was the causar of thy ded!By al the starnys schynys abone our hed,And be the Goddis abone, to the I swer,And be the faith and lawte, gif ony heirTrewth may be fund deip vndir erd, quod he,Malgre my wyl, Prynces, sa mot I the,From thy costis depart I was constrenyt.Bot the commandment of the Goddis onsenyt,Quhais gret mychtis hes me hyddir dryve,To pas throwout thir dirk schaddowis belyve,By gowsty placis, welch savorit, must, and hair,Quhar profund nycht perpetual doith repar,Compellit me from the forto dissevir;Nor in my mynde ymagyn mycht I nevir,For my departing or absens, I wys,Thou suldist kaucht sa gret dyseys as this.Do stynt thy pays; abide, thou gentil wight;Withdraw the not sa sone furth of my sight.Quham fleist thou? this is the lattir day,By werdis schape, that with the speke I may.With sik wordis Eneas, full of wo,Set him to meys the sprete of Queyn Dido;Quhilk, all inflambit, full of wreth and ire,With acquart luke glowand hait as fyre,Maid him to weip, and sched furth teris wak.All fremmytly frawart hym, as he spak,Hir eyn fixit apon the grond held sche,Moving na mair hir curage, face, nor bre,Than scho had bene a statu of marbil stane,Or a ferm rolk of Mont Marpesyane.Bot finaly, full swyft scho wiskis away,Aggrevit fled in the darn woddis gray;Quhar as Sycheus, hir first spows, ful suyrCorespondis to hir desyre and cuyr,Rendring in lufe amouris equiualent.And, netheles, fast eftir hir furth sprentEne, perplexit of hir sory cace,And weping gan hir follow a weil lang space,Regratand in his mynd, and had pieteOf the distres that movit hir so to fle.

CAP. VIII

The ward of worthy weyrmen now EneBeheld, and heir with Deiphobus spak he.Wyth al his speid fra thens he tuk the gaytThat was ontil him grantit by hys fayt.And sone thai war in cummyn to the planeAnd lattir wardys, quharin dois remaneValyant folkis in feild and chevalry,Tha secret stedis hantand by and by.Heir him recontrit Parthenopeus,And intil armys valyant Tedeus;The pail gost eik of Adrastus the king.Thar saw he als, with huge greyt and murnyngIn mydlerd oft menyt, thir TroianysDuryng the sege that into batale slane is:Quhom as he gan behald wydequhar on raw,Ful tendirly complenyng, thar he sawGlawcus, Medontus, and Thersylocus,Anthenoris thre sonnys, and PolybetusOnto the goddes Ceres consecrate;Ideus saw he in his ald estate,Baith rewland ȝit his cart, and wapynnys weildand.Onto Eneas left side and rycht handThe sawlys flokkis, circulyt in a rowt:Not sufficyt thame to spy him anys abowt;Bot, desiring he tareit evir mair,Furth with him forto walkin and reparWeil lykis thame, towart him fast to thring,And to inquire the caus of his cummyng.The nobillis eik of Grekis, one by one,With the gret rowtis of Agamenon,Alsone as thai the stalwart Troiane sawIn brycht armour amyd the schaddowis law,Gretly afferd war smyte with fellon dreid:Sum gave the bak, takand the flycht gude speid,As quhilum thai onto thar schippis socht;Sum rasyt a cry with waik voce, as thai mocht:Bot al for nocht, thar clamour was ful skant,The sovndis brak with gasping or a gant.Syne Deiphobus, quhilum armypotent,Kyng Pryamis son, with body tore and rent,Thar he beheld, and crewel manglit face,Vissage menȝeit, and baith hys handis, allace!Half-hedis spulȝeit, of stowyt his erys tway,By schaymful wound hys nes cuttit away.With gret difficulte he him skarsly knew,Trymlyng for lak, eschamyt red of hew,As that he mycht, hydand hys fellon woundis:Ondemandit, with frendly wordis and sovndisEne hym grat, sayand; Of gret renown,Deiphobus, armypotent champyoun,Quha hes, allace! the marthyrit swa and slaneBy sa crewel tormentis and hydduus pane?Quhou euer was ony sufferit the sa to dight?It was me tald, of Troy the lattir nyght,Thou, wery and forfochtin in that stedFor sa feil Grekis be thi dyntis ded,Abuf the hepe of ded corpsis ouraneFell down for bled, thar standing thyne allane.Than I my self, fra this was to me schaw,Down at the nes Rethe, by the costis law,A voyd tumbe rasyt, and with lowd voce thrysApon the wrethis and wandrand gaistis cryis.Thy armys and thy name that place doith hald.My frend, thy body kouth I nocht behaldNor fynd, thocht I wald it haue gravit eft,The tyme quhen I our natyve cuntre left.Kyng Pryamis son maid answer; suyth is it,Na thing, my deir frend, dyd thou pretermyt;All that thou aucht to Deiphobus, ilk deillThou hest perfurnyst worthely and weil,As to my berial and sprete appertenyt.Bot my hard fatis war wers than thou wenyt:For the detestabill cursyt wikkytnesOf Helyn born in Lacena, I ges,Has me involuyt in thir harmys ȝe se:Thir ar hir last luf drowreis left with me.Ful weil thou wait quhou that the lattir nychtIn fals myrthis we spendyt, euery wight;Allace the quhile! our gret mater of cayrBehuffis ws hald in memor euermar:Quhen that the fatale hors, to our ennoy,Com speland owr the hie wallys of Troy,With belly chargit full of armyt men;That strang lurdane than, quham weil ȝe ken,The Troiane matronys hedis in a ryng,Fenȝeand to Bachus feste and karellyng;Amyddis al the laif a gret fyre brand,Byrnand ful cleir, scho haldis in hir hand,Quharwith, out from the master streyt of Troy,The Grekis dyd scho bekyn and convoy.This ilk tyme me, with hevy curis langOf irksum weir and sad, slumrys strangOppressit, for my walkyn mony fald,My fey chalmer gan my body hald.Fordoverit as I lay in to that sted,In swete profound rest of sleip lyke soft ded,That notabil spows furth of hir lugyng place,This meyn sesson, al armour dyd arrace;My trasty sword fra vnder my hed awayStall scho, and in the place brocht Menelay;The chalmer durris oppynnyt scho in hy,Wenyng to wyrk a hie plesour tharbyTo hir first luffar, and hir ald schameTharthrou to quynche, and recover gud name.Quhat suld I tarry, or ȝou langar hald?The Grekis ruschit in the chalmyr thik fald:Amang al otheris sammyn thiddir spedisThat schrew prouocar of all wikkyt dedis,Eolus nevo, cursyt Vlixes sle.On siklyke wys as thar thai dyd with me,Gret goddis mot the Grekis recompens,Gif I may thyg avengeans but offens!Bot say me this agane, frend, altogidder,Quhat aventur hes brocht the levand hydder?Quhidder wavyt wilsum by storm of the see,Or at command of goddis, com thou, quod he?Or quhat fortoun doith the cach and steyr,That to this sory hald thou cummys heir,To vissy this trublyt dym regioun,Quhar evir is nycht, and nevir son ȝit schon?