The Æneid of Virgil Translated Into Scottish Verse

CAP. XV

Anchises gevis Eneas gud teching,To gyde the pepill vnder his governyng.The pepil of othir realmys, son, said he,Bene mor expert in craftis, and mar sleTo forge and kerf lyflyke staturis of bras,Be contenans as the spreit tharin was:I trast, forsuyth, heirefter mony aneSal hew quyk facis furth of marbil stane;Sum otheris bettir can thar causis pled;Sum bene mar crafty in ane other sted,With rewlis and with mesouris by and byFor til exers the art of geometry;And sum mor subtel to descryve and prentThe starnys movyng and the hevynnys went:Bot thou, Romane, remember, as lord and syre,To rewle the pepil vnder thyne empyre;Thir sal thy craftis be, at weil may seme,The peax to modefy and eik manteme,To pardon all cumis ȝoldin and recryant,And prowd rabellis in batale forto dant.Thus said the noble fader Anchyses meik;As thai awondrit can thir wordis eik:Behald Marcus Marcellus mast douchty,Quhar that he walkis, lo, sa gloriusly,With the rich spulȝe triumphale deirly dycht,Quhilk he reft from his aduersar in fyght,As the maste vailȝeant victor that I ken,In bonty doith exceid all other men.This worthy knycht the common weil Romane,In gret affray perturbit, to rest aganeAnd quyet sal restor, and ȝon is heThat venquys sal the Affricane menȝe,And the Franch rebellioun sall down bet:The thrid armour or rych spulȝe gret,Reft from chiftane of weir, this MarcellusSall hyng vp to the fader Quirynus.And for alsmekil as Eneas sawIn falloschip with this Marcus raik on rawA sembly springald, a far ȝong galland,Rycht schaply maid, in armour brycht schynand;Bot his vissage semyt scarsly blith,With luke doun cast, as in his face dyd kithThat he was sum deill sad and no thing lycht;Fader, quod he, quhat be ȝon drery knycht,Quhilk haldis so with ȝon prince company?Quhidder his son, or sum nevo worthy,Of our gret lynage and successioun?O lord, how gret brute, noys, and sovn,Of confluens that walkyng him about!Quhou gret apperance is in hym, but dout,Tilbe of prowes, and a valȝeant knycht!Bot a blak sop of myst, als dyrk as nycht,With drery schaddo bilappis his hed.The fader tho, Anchises, in the sted,With teris bristyng furth, begouth to say;O my sweit son, inquir nocht, I the pray,The excedand regret and womantingOf thame bene fortocum of thyne ofspring.The fatis sall bot for a litill spaceSchaw ȝon man to the erth and warldly place,And sall no langer suffer him tharin.O goddis abufe, the Romanys blude and kynSemyt to ȝou our myghty and potent,Gif so it war the giftis ȝhe hym lentHad remanyt, or lang his lyfe had lest.Quhou gret murnyng of men all forcyest,For hym, furth of the feildis marcyall,Sall dyn and resound to the cite wall!And O thou God of the flude Tyberyne,Quhou mony fertyrris and duyl habetis schyneSall thou behald, as thou flowis at RomeDown by his new maid sepultur or tovme!Ne nevir child cummyn of Troiane bludeIn sic beleif, and glory, and gret gude,Sal rays his forbearis Italianys;Ne nevir, certis, the grund of the RomanysOf ony fostir sal him so avance.Allace, quhat harm of thy disseuerance!Of thy gret piete, and thyne ancyent treuth,Thy hand onvenquyst in batale, O quhat reuth!Nane suld, but dammage, hym in harnes meit,Quhidder so aganyst him he went on feit,Or ȝit on horsbak, as thir knychtis rydis,With spurris brochand the fomy stedis sydis.Allace my child, so worthy to be menyt!Worthy tobe bewalit and complenyt!Gyf them thyne hard werdis mycht vincus,Thou salbe namyt the souerane Marcellus.Of fresch lilleis reke me my handis full:The purpour flowris I sall skattir and pull,That I may strow, with sik rewardis at lest,My nevoys sawle, to culȝe and to fest,And, but profit, sik costage sall exers.Apon this wys seir thingis dyd rehersAnchises; and thus wide quhar thai do walkOur al that regioun, haldand spech and talkWithin the large feildis of hailsum air,And euery thing per ordour visseyt thar.And efter that Anchises, hand in hand,Had thus his son led our all that land,And his curage inflambit by and byWith the gret fame tocum and hie glory:Syne to this valȝeant man he rekkynys heir,Per ordour, all the batalis and the weirQuhilk eftir this he had to ber on hand;And of the pepill eik in Latyn land,And of the cite of the kyng Latyne,He him instrukkis; and tharefter syneTaucht him quhat wys he myght sustene or fleEver hard danger or aduersite.Thar bene ordanyt for dremys ȝettis twane,Quharof, thai say, of horn forgit is ane,At quham the suythfast swevynnys by and byDepartis all ways, and ischis furth lychtly:The tother port is forgit wail perfiteOf eliphantyne and polist evor quhite;Bot tharat goddis infernal lattis owtThe fals swevynnys to the warld about.So as Anchises had, apon this wys,Rehersit, as said is, all thingis at devys,Sibilla and his son togidder at schortHe leit depart furth at the evor port.Eneas spedis the strecht way to the schippis,And can vissy agane his falloschippis:Fra thyne thai hald, endlang the costis bay,Onto the port of Caiet the strecht way.Furth of the forschip leyt thai ankyris glyde;The navy raid endlang the schoris syde.

CAP. XVI

Eneas nurys, Caieta, can deces,Quhar ȝit the place kepis hir name, but les.O Caieta, thou nurys of Ene,Thou has alsso, that tyme quhen thou can de,Ontil our cost or fronteris of ItaleGevin the bruyt and fame perpetual:Quhil this day the ilke place and stedObservis the renovn eftir thy ded;Thy tumbe and banys merkit with thy nameIn gret Hesperia witnessyng the same,Gyf that be ony glory now to the.The reuthfull than and devote prince EnePerformyt dewly thy funeral seruys;Apon the sepultur, as custum was and gys,Ane hepe of erd and litil mot gart vprays,And with bent saill syne furth his vayage tays:Eftir that asswagit was the deip sey,Thai leif the cost and sped on thar journe.The pyping wynd blew in thar tail at nyght,Nor the schene moyn hir curs and cleir lyghtHas nocht denyit; so that the haw stremysCouth schyne and glittir vnder the twynkland glemys.The cost endlang the ile CirceaThai swepyng fast by, hard on burd the bra,Quharas the ryche sonnys douchter, Circe,Thai schawis, quhamto repar nane aucht tobe,With hir ythand sweit sang and caralyngCawsys allway forto resound and ryng,And in hir prowd place of beddis all the nychtThe weil smelland cedyr byrnys bright;With subtil slays, and hir hedlys sle,Rich lynȝe wobbis natly wefis sche.From this land redly on fer mycht thai herThe gret rageyng of liones and the beir,Quhilk thai dyd mak, refusyng to be in bandIn silens, all the lait nycht rumesand;The byrsit baris and beris in thar styisRoryng all wod with quhrynys and wild cryis,And gret figuris of wolffis eik infeir,Ȝowland with ȝammering grisly forto here:Quhilkis all this crwell goddes, hecht Circe,By enchantment and forcy herbis sle,Had forth of mannys figur and estaitInto wild bestis schap and form translait.Quhilk monstruos transmutatioun for the nanysNe happin mycht onto devoyt Troianys,Gyf thai arryvit in thai portis nys,Thai cursit costis of this enchantrys,At thai ne suld do entir, ne thame fynd,Thar salis all with prosper followand wyndNeptunus fillit, and maid thame sail swiftly,All dangeris and gray schaldis careit by.

THE PROLOUG OF THE SEVYNT BUKE

As bryght Phebus, scheyn souerane hevynnys E,The opposit held of hys chymmys hie,Cleir schynand bemys, and goldyn symmyris hew,In laton cullour alteryng haill of new;Kythyng no syng of heyt be hys vissage,So neir approchit he his wyntir stage;Reddy he was to entyr the thrid mornIn clowdy skyis vndre Capricorn:All thocht he be the hart and lamp of hevyn,Forfeblit wolx hys lemand gylty levyn,Throu the declynyng of hys large round speir.The frosty regioun ryngis of the ȝer,The tyme and sesson bittir, cald, and paill,Tha schort days that clerkis clepe brumaill:Quhen brym blastis of the northyn artOurquhelmyt had Neptunus in his cart,And all to schaik the levis of the treis,The rageand storm ourweltrand wally seys;Ryveris ran reid on spait with watir brovne,And burnys hurlys all thar bankis dovne,And landbrist rumland rudely with sik beir,So lowd ne rumyst wild lyoun or ber;Fludis monsteris, sik as meirswyne or quhalis,Fro the tempest law in the deip devalis.Mars occident, retrograde in his speir,Prouocand stryfe, regnyt as lord that ȝer;Rany Oryon with his stormy faceBewavit oft the schipman by hys race;Frawart Saturn, chill of complexioun,Throu quhais aspect darth and infectiounBeyn causyt oft, and mortal pestilens,Went progressyve the greis of his ascens;And lusty Hebe, Junoys douchtir gay,Stude spulȝeit of hir office and array.The soyl ysowpit into watir wak,The firmament ourcast with rokis blak;The grond fadyt, and fawch wolx all the feildis,Montane toppis slekit with snaw ourheildyis;On raggit rolkis of hard harsk quhyn staneWith frosyn frontis cauld clynty clewis schane:Bewte was lost, and barrand schew the landis,With frostis hair ourfret the feldis standis.Seir bittir bubbis, and the schowris snell,Semyt on the sward a symylitude of hell,Reducyng to our mynd, in euery sted,Gousty schaddois of eild and grisly ded.Thik drumly skuggis dyrknyt so the hevyn,Dym skyis oft furth warpit feirfull levyn,Flaggis of fire, and mony felloun flaw,Scharpe soppys of sleit, and of the snypand snaw.The dolly dichis war all donk and wait,The law valle flodderit all with spait,The plane stretis and euery hie wayFull of floschis, dubbis, myre, and clay;Laggerit leyis wallowit farnys schew,Brovne muris kythit thar wysnyt mossy hew,Bank, bra, and boddum, blanchit wolx and bar;For gurl weddir growit bestis hair;The wynd maid waif the red wed on the dyke,Bedowyn in donkis deip was euery sike;Our craggis, and the front of rochis seir,Hang gret ische schouchlis lang as ony speir;The grond stud barrant, widderit, dosk or gray,Herbis, flowris, and gersis, wallowyt away;Woddis, forrestis, with nakyt bewis blowt,Stude strippyt of thar weid in euery howt.So bustuusly Boreas his bugill blew,The deyr full dern doun in the dalis drew;Smale byrdis, flokkand throu thik ronys thrang,In chyrmyng and with cheping changit thar sang,Sekand hidlis and hyrnys thame to hydeFra feirfull thuddis of the tempestuus tyde;The watir lynnys rowtis, and euery lyndQuhislit and brayt of the swouchand wynd.Puyr lauboraris and bissy husband menWent wait and wery draglit in the fen:The silly scheip and thar litil hyrd gromysLurkis vndre le of bankis, woddis, and bromys;And other dantit grettar bestiall,Within thar stabillis sesyt into stall,Sik as mulis, horssis, oxin and ky,Fed tuskyt barys, and fat swyne in sty,Sustenyt war by mannys governanceOn hervist and on symmeris purvyance.Wyde quhar with fors so Eolus schowtis schillIn this congelit sesson scharp and chill,The callour ayr, penetratyve and puyr,Dasyng the blude in euery creatur,Maid seik warm stovis and beyn fyris hoyt,In dowbill garmont cled and wily coyt,With mychty drink, and metis confortyve,Agane the stern wyntir for to stryve.Repatyrrit weil, and by the chymnay bekyt,At evin be tyme dovne a bed I me strekyt,Warpit my hed, kest on clathis thrynfald,Fortil expell the peralus persand cald:I crosyt me, syne bownyt forto sleip:Quhar, lemand throu the glas, I dyd tak kepeLatonya, the lang irksum nyght,Hir subtell blenkis sched and watry lycht,Full hie vp quhirlyt in hir regioun,Till Phebus ryght in oppositioun,Into the Crab hir proper mansioun draw,Haldand the hight all thocht the son went law.Hornyt Hebowd, quhilk we clepe the nycht owle,Within hir cavern hard I schowt and ȝowle,Laithly of form, with crukyt camscho beke,Vgsum to heir was hir wild elrich screke:The wild geis claking eik by nyghtis tydeAtour the cite fleand hard I glyde.On slummyr I slaid full sad, and slepit soundQuhil the oriȝont vpwart gan rebound.Phebus crownyt byrd, the nyghtis orlager,Clapping his weyngis thrys had crawin cleir:Approching neir the greking of the day,Within my bed I walkynnyt quhar I lay;So fast declynys Synthea the moyn,And kays keklis on the ruyf aboyn:Palamedes byrdis crowpyng in the sky,Fleand on randon, schapyn like ane Y,And as a trumpat rang thar vocis soun,Quhois cryis bene pronosticatiounOf wyndy blastis and ventositeis:Fast by my chalmyr, in heich wysnyt treis,The soir gled quhislis lowd with mony a pew,Quharby the day was dawyn weil I knew:Bad beit the fyre, and the candill alyght,Syne blissyt me, and in my wedis dyght;A schot wyndo onschet a litill on char,Persauyt the mornyng bla, wan, and har,With clowdy gum and rak ourquhelmyt the ayr,The sulȝe stythly, hasart, rouch, and hair;Branchis bratlyng, and blaknyt schew the brays,With hirstis harsk of waggand wyndill strays;The dew droppis congelit on stibbill and rynd,And scharp hailstanys, mortfundeit of kynd,Hoppand on the thak and on the causay by:The schot I closit, and drew inwart in hy,Chyvirrand for cald, the sesson was so snell;Schupe with hayt flambe to fleym the fresyng fell.And, as I bownyt me to the fyre me by,Baith vp and down the hows I dyd aspy:And seand Virgill on a lettron stand,To write onone I hynt a pen in hand,Fortil perform the poet grave and sad,Quham sa fer furth, or than, begun I had;And wolx ennoyt sum deill in my hartThar restit oncompletit sa gret a part.And to myself I said; In gud effectThou mon draw furth, the ȝok lyis on thy nek.Within my mynde compasyng thocht I so,Na thing is done quhil ocht remanys ado;For byssynes, quhilk occurrit on cace,Ourvoluyt I this volume, lay a space;And, thocht I wery was, me list not tyre,Full laith to leif our wark swa in the myre,Or ȝit to stynt for bitter storm or rane:Heir I assayt to ȝok our pleuch agane;And, as I couth, with afald diligens,This nixt buke following of profond sentensHas thus begun in the chil wyntir cald,Quhen frostis doith ourfret baith firth and fald.Explicit tristis prologus;Quharof the altar says thus.Thys Proloug smellis new cum furth of hell;And, as our buk begouth hys weirfar tell,So weill according dewly bene annextThou drery preambill, with a bludy text.Of sabyll be thy lettyris illumynate,According to thy proces and estait.

THE SEVYNT BUKE OF ENEADOS

CAP. I

King Latyn of the goddis had commandTo wed hys douchter with man of onkouth land.Tho gan the sey of bemys walxin red,And heich abuf, dovn from the hevinly sted,Within hyr rosy cartis cleirly schaneAurora vestit into brovn sanguane.Eftir the wyndys lownyt war at will,And all the blastis pacefyit and still,Out our the calm streym of marbill grayWith ayris palmys sweip thai furth thar way.And suddanly heir from the stabillit seeA large semly schaw beheld Enee;Amyddis quham the flude he gan aspyOf Tybir flowand soft and esely,With sworland welis, and mekill ȝallow sand,Into the sey dyd entyr fast at hand.The byrdis seir of mony diuers hewis,About the watir, abuf vp in the clewis,On bankis weilbyknaw and fludis bay,Wyth wryblis sweit and myrthfull sangis gayGan meys and glaid the hevynnys and the ayr,And throw the schaw went fleand our alquhar.To turn thar course he gan his feris command,And stevin thar schippis to the sammyn land:Joyfull and blith thai entring in the flude,That dern about skuggyt with bewis stude.Now, thou my muse, Erato, I the pray,Do schaw me this, at I may scharply sayQuhat kynd proces of tyme was, and quhat kyngisIn ald Latium, and in quhat stait all thingis,Quhen first this strange army or falloschipIn Italy gan arryvyn, euery schip:I sall declar all, and reduce fut hait,From the begynnyng of the first debayt.O thou sweit goddes, O thou haly wight,Convoy and tech thy poet to say ryght!I sall the horribill batellis schaw and tell,The bludy ostis, and the feildis fell;Quhou, throw thar curage, douchty kyngis seirAs ded corps becum war, and brocht on beir:The power hale of all Tuscany,And all the gret rowtis of ItalyAssemblit into armys on the land.Per ordour now thar risis apon handFer largear materis forto treit and write;A grettar wark begyn we to endyte.Tha boundis, with thar lusty citeis all,By lang proces of peax, in stait riallThe king Latinus held in governyng:Or than full agyt was this nobill kyng;Quham, as we haue hard tald ful long agone,By kyng Fawnus engendrit was aponThe mayd, or nymphe of Lawrent, Marica.And to this Fawnus fader was alsswaPicus the kyng, quhilk doith the represent,Saturnus, for hys fader and parent:Thou was the fyrst gan all thar blude begyn,The first fundment and cheif stok of kyn.By dispositioun of the goddis dyvyn,Son nor manchild nane had kyng Latyn;For alsmekill as his ȝong son, a page,Decessit was within his tendir age.The kyngis palice, and all that riall hald,All hyr allane a douchtir dyd withhald,Now reddy for a man, and cum to ageIn grene ȝheris to compleit mariage.Full mony nobillis into LatiumAxit hir to wyf, throu Itale all and sum:Turnus hir axis, cummyn of hie parage,Abuf all other maste gudly personage,And tharto rich of frendis, and myghtyOf eldris gret and riall anchestry;Quham kyng Latinus spows, queyn Amata,With diligens dyd procur, day by day,That he adionyt war thar son in law:Bot feirfull syngnys by the goddis schaw,And syndry terrouris gan tharto ganestand.Amyddis of the palyce clos dyd stand,With blisfull bewis, a fair grene lawrer,Haldyn in dreid and wirschip mony a ȝer;Quham this ilk prynce and fader LatinusDyd consecrat and hallow to Phebus,For that he fand it growand in the feildQuhar he hys ryall palyce first dyd beild:The indwellaris of the grond, eftir this tre,Lawrentes onto name clepit hes he.Betyd a wondir takynyng for to say:A gret flight of beys, on a day,Careit our the sey heich throu the moist ayr,With lowd bemyng gan alycht and reparOn the hie top of this forsaid lawreir;Intill a clud ful thik togidder infeir,Thar feyt al sammyn knyt after thar gys,A swarm, or ony wyst quhou or quhat wys,Hang from a florist branch of this ilk tre.Incontinent the spaymen cryis; We seA strange man tocum onto thir partisWith a gret rowt, and, fra the sammyn artisQuharfra ȝon beis cam, sal hidder seik;Quhilk, for hys bonte and his thewis meke,Sail weild this palice and hie senȝeory.Abuf this, eik, betyd a mar farly:As kyng Latinus kyndillis, on thar gys,Apon the altaris for the sacrefyis,The clene schidis of the dry fyre brandis,Quhar that also fast by hir fader standisLavynya the maid, his douchter fair;A selcouth thing to se, in hir syde hairIt semyt the hait fyre kyndillit bricht,And hir gay clething al with lowis lyghtGan gleit, and sperkland birn vp in a bles;Hir ryall tressis inflambit, evil at eys;Hir crownel, picht with mony precyus stane,Infyrit all of byrnand flawys schane:And eftir that semyt this gudly wightTobe involuyt in ȝallo reky lyght,And furth our al the place and rufe on hieThe fyre blesys, thame semyt, skattirris sche.Certis, this was reput with ȝyng and aldA grisly thing and wondrus to behald;For the diuinys declaris by and byQuhat this feirful takyn dyd signyfy:That is to knaw, at this ilk maid suld beOf fame excelland and felicite;Bot to the pepill pronosticatioun cleirOf suddane batale and of mortal wer.Bot than the king, thochtfull and al pensyveOf sik monstreis, gan do seik belyveHys fader Fawnus orator and answar,Quhilk couth the fatis for to cum declar;And gan inquiryng responsions alssuaIn the schaw vndre hie Albunea,Quhilk is a cheif gret forest, as thai tell,And namyt from a haly rowtand well,Quhar, from the erth, in dern wentis heir and thar,A strang flewyr thrawis vp in the ayr.Thiddir hail the pepil of Italia,And al the land eik of Onotrya,Thar dowtsum axyng tursis for ansuer,And thar petitions gettis assolȝeit heir.The kingis offerand and rich sacryfysThe preist thidder gart bring, as was the gys,And, vnder silence of the dirk nycht,On scheip skynnys, weil spred and couchit rycht,Quhilk slane war in the sacrifice that day,He strekis him adovne and tharon lay,Demandand swevynnys and visions til appeir:On mervellus wys, thir fleand schaddoys seirAnd figouris nys dyd he se and aspy,And diuers vocis hard he eik fast by,And gan the Goddis carping bruke and joys,With speche of thai spretis that beyn yclosIn Achyron, the depest pyt of hell,And thame that far doun in Avernus dyd dwel.The kyng alsso, that tyme, atour the laif,Heir wald him self his answer ask and craif:Ane hundreth wollit wedderis, weil ganand,In sacryfys he brytynnys for offerand,On quhais soft flesys, weil and dewly spreid,The kyng down liggis for that nyghtis bed.And suddanly, furth of the schawys clos,Sayand him thus, thar com a hasty voce:O thou my child, cummyn of my stok,Adres the nevir to knyt into wedlokThi dochter til a man of Latyn land;Lyppin nocht in ȝon allyance reddy at hand.Tobe thi mawch sal cum ane alienar,That of his blude sal gendir sik ane air,Quhilk sal our name abufe the starnys vpbring;Of quhais stok the nevoys and ofspryngVnder thar feit and lordschip sal behaldAll landis sterit and rewlit as thai wald,Als fer as that the son, circuland we se,Behaldis baith the est and westir seye.

CAP. II

Eftir Eneas com to Itale land,Maid sacryfice to the goddis with offerand.The kyng thir ansueris of his fader Fawnus,And admonitions be nyght gevin thus,Ne hydis nocht, nor closys in his mouth;So that the fame tharof walkis full couthOur all the citeis of Italy wyde quhar,Quhen as the ȝonkeris of Troy arryvit war,And at the schor, vndre a gresy bank,Thar navy can thai ankyr fast and hank.Eneas, and othir chiftanys gloryus,And the fresch lusty springald Ascanius,Vndre the branchis of a semly treGan lenyng dovn, and rest thar bodeys fre,And to thar dyner dyd thame all adresOn grene herbis and sonkis of soft gers:The flowr sconnys war set in, by and by,With othir mesis, sik as war reddy;Syne bred trynschouris dyd thai fyl and chargeWith wild scrabbis and other frutis large.Betyd, as was the will of Jupiter,For falt of fude constrenyt so thai war,The other metis all consumyt and done,The paryngis of thar bred to mowp vp sone,And with thar handis brek, and chaftis gnaw,The crustis, and the coffyngis all on raw;Ne spar thai not at last, for lake of met,Thar fatale four nukit trynschour forto eyt.Och! quod Ascanius, quhou is this befall?Behald, we eyt our tabillis vp and all!He said na mair bot this, half deil in bourd.Thame thocht thai hard a fatale voce or word,Quhilk was as finale end of thar vayage.Hys fader first of all, with glaid curage,The word reft from his mouth as that he spak,And followis on the answer stupefac:All hail thou grond and land, quod he, in hy,By the fatis onto me desteny,And ȝe, O trast Penates, said Enee,Al hail our natyve goddis, weil ȝe be!Heir is our dwelling place, quhar we sall leynd,Forto remane heir is our cuntre heynd.Certis, now I ramembir my fader AnchysSyk secret takynnis of fatis on this wysSchew and rehersit, sayand this to me:Son, quhen in sik hungyr thou stad salbe,As thou art careit till a strange cost,That, all the mesis etyn, done, and lost,Thou art constrenyt thy burdis gnaw and fret;Than thou, al irkyt, may thar beleif to getA sovir duelling sted perpetualy:Ramembir, in that place, or neir fast by,To found thy first cite with thi hand,Dychit with fowsys and wallys hie standand.This was that hungir tareit ws so lang;This sall mak end of our myschevis strang.Quharfor, to morow ayrly, I ȝou pray,First as the son vprys, we glaidly maySers and inquir quhat place and land is this,Or quhat maner of pepill tharin duellis,And of thys kyth quhar standis the cheif cite;Lat ws seik syndry ways fra the see.Now mak we mery; away dolf hartis dull;Now skynk, and offer Jupiter cowpis full,And in ȝour prayeris and orisons infeirDo call apon Anchys, my fader deir:Bryng wyne agane; set in tharof plente.And sayand thus, with a grene branch of treHe dyd involup and aray his hed,And Genyus, the God of that ilk sted,He dyd wirschip, and gan in prayeris callErth, the gret moder and first god of all,The Nymphis, and the fludis ȝit onknaw;The Nycht syne, with hir syngnys al on raw,And Jupiter Ideus of Ida,And Cibylla the mother in Phrigia;He gan also beseik, quhar that thai dwell,Athir of his parentis baith in hevin and hell.The Fader than almychty with cleyr lychtGan thundir thrys dovn from the hevynnys hycht;And schakand in his hand, quhar as he went,A byrnand clowd, schew from the firmament,With fyry sparkis lyke to goldyn bemys,Or twynkilland sprayngis with thar giltin glemys.And tho belyve dywlgat round abowt isThe noys and rumour throu the Troiane rowtis,The day was cummyn, and the place quhar thaiThar cite promist suld beld and array.For joy thai pyngill than fortill renewThar bankettis with all obseruancis dew,And, for thir tithingis, in flacon and in skullThai skynk the wyne, and wauchtis cowpis full.

CAP. III

Quhou Eneas ambassatouris dyd sendTo kyng Latyn with rewardis and commend.The nixt morow, with his goldin lamp bryghtAs the cleir day dyd ayr and erth alycht,Thai boundis, costis, and the cheif cite,Diuers spyis went furth to sers and se;And fand ane stank that flowyt from a wellQuhilk Numycus was hait, and eik thai tellThis was the flude of Tibir thai had fund,And strang Latyn pepill inhabyt this ground.Tharwith Anchises son, the wys Enee,Per ordour chosyn of euery degreAne hundreth gay ambassatouris dyd waill,To pas onto the kyngis sted riall,Bad beir the prynce rewardis for the nanys,And him beseik of peax to the Troianys.With fresch garlandis and branchis all thai beArrayt of the olyve of Pallas tre;And but delay, as he thame chargit had,With swyft pays thai on thar message glaid.And he into the meyn tyme fast can spurBot with a smal sewch, or a litill fur,To mark the fundment of his new cite;And fast by the ilk costis syde of the seeHys first mansioun, in maner as it had beneAne ost of tentis stentit on the grene,With turettis, fowsy, and erd dikis ilk deill,He gan addres to closing wonder weill.Be this the ȝong men send furth in messageSa far has sped furthwart thar vayage,That thai the towris and the turettis hieOf kyng Latyn the cheif chymmys gan se.Vndre the cite wall childir and pagis,And lusty springaldis, al of tendir agis,Thar horssis and thar stedis dyd assay,And dantit cartis in the dusty way;And sum thar big bowis dyd bend and draw,Sum with armys leyt trymland dartis thraw,Baith with swyft curs and schuting so thai wirk,Ilkane bissy his party forto irk.Than, careit on ane hors, a messyngerBrocht tithingis to the ancient kyngis eyr,A gret menȝe of sturdy men war cum,Cled in a strange habyt all and sum.The kyng bad bryng thame in his palyce sone,And set hym self amyd his eldris troyn.Thar stude a gret tempill, or sail ryall,Of Lawrent cite seyt imperiall,Belt with a hundreth staitly pillaris hie,Of kyng Picus the chymmys cheif to se,With semly schawys circulit, and lang haldIn wirschip and reuerence be faderis ald;Quhar was statut by the consent commonThe kyngis suld ressaue ceptur and crovn,And of justice other ensenȝeis seir,And thar the baner fyrst rays for the weir.In this tempill held thai curt on raw;That was the set eik by thar gentil lawDeput for hallowit fest and mangeory;And heir full oft at burdis by and byThe heris war wont togidder syt all sam,Quhen britnyt was, eftir thar gys, the ram.And forthir eik, per ordour mycht ȝe knawWithin the cheif deambulatour on rawOf forfaderis gret ymagis dyd stand,Of ald cedir carvyt with crafty hand;Kyng Italus, and fader SabinusThat first the wyne tre plantit, stok or bus;The crukyt huke vndre hys weid held he;The ancyent kyng Saturn thar mycht thou se,And Janus statur eyk with dowbill face,With other pryncis porturyt in that place,From the begynnyng of thar first discens,Quhilk, of thar natyve cuntre for defens,In marcyal batale sufferit woundis sair.Apon the postis alsso mony a pairOf harnes hang, and cart quhelis gret plente,From ennemys war wonnyn in melle;The bowand axis, helmys with hie crestis,Of rich citeis ȝettis, stapillis, and restis,Gret lokkis, slottis, massy bandis sqwair,Dartis and scheildis hyngis heir and thar,And stalwart stevynnys, baith of irne and tre,Reft from thir schippis fechtand on the see.The ymage porturit was of kyng Pycus,Dantar of horssis, in chair sat gloryus,Cled in a ryal rob auguriall,And in his hand a ceptre wand riall,And in his left hand haldand a bukleir;Quham, revist for his luf, throu vennomys seir,Circes hys spous smate with a goldin wand,And in a byrd hym turnyt fut and hand,With sprutlyt weyngis, clepit a Speicht with ws,Quhilk in Latyn hait Pycus Marcyus.