The Æneid of Virgil Translated Into Scottish Verse

CAP. III

Quhou Eneas with kyng Evander met,And bandis of kyndnes has betwix thame knet.The fyry son be this ascendit evinThe myddill ward and regioun of the hevyn;That is to knaw, be than it was myd day,Quhen that on far the cite wallis se thai,With towris and the hows hedis on rawSkatterit dispers, and bot a few to knaw;Quhilk now the mychty power of Rome tovnHes onto hevyn maid equal of renovn:The kyng Evander, of moblys not mychty,Held for that tyme bot sobyr senȝeory.In haist thyddir thar stevynnys can do steirEneas sort, and to the tovn drew neyr.Thys kyng Evander, born was of Arcad,Percace the self day a gret honour mayd,Solempnyt fest, and full hie sacryfys,Onto the gret Hercules on thar gys,That fostyr son was till Amphitrion,And to the other goddis euery one,Befor the cite in a hallowit schaw:Pallas, hys son, was thydder alsso draw,Togiddir with the principalis of ȝonkeris,The sobir senatouris, and puyr officeris,All sammyn kest ensens; and with a stewBesyde the altar blude sched and scalit new,Beand lew warm, thar full fast dyd reik.Bot ȝit, als swyth as thai persauyt eykThe gret bargis slydand thus on raw,And throw the dern woddis fast thydder draw,So stilly bendand vp thar ayris ilk wight;Thai worth affrayt of the suddand syght,And euery man thai left the burdis in hy,On fut gan starting from the mangeory.Quham hardy Pallas dyd forbyd and diffendThar sacrifys to brek, quhill it war end:He hynt a wapyn, with a few menȝeThame to recontyr onon furth haldis he;And ȝit weill far from a hill or a knowTo thame he callys; standis, ȝyng men, howe!Quhat caus hes movit ȝou apon sik wayThir strange wentis onknawin to assay?Quhiddir ettill ȝe, or quhat kynrent ȝe be?Schaw quhens ȝe com, and quhilk is ȝour cuntre.Quhidder do ȝe bryng onto our boundis heirBodword of peax, or cumis in feir of weir?Eneas tho, the fader of wirschip,Maid answer from the pulpyt of the schip,And in hys hand straucht furth, at he mycht se,In takyn of peax a branch of olyve tre:My frend, quod he, thou seys pepill of Troy,To Latyn folkis ennemys, man and boy;Quhilk, flemyt of our realm, newly aganeThai ilk Latynys hes socht with prowd bargane.Onto the kyng Evander all seik we,Hym to requir of succurs and supple.Bair hym this message, and declar hym plane,That chosyn men discend from kyng DardaneBeyn hyddir cummyn, besekyng hys frendschip,To knyt vp band in armys and falloschip.Pallas, estonyst of sa hie a nameAs Dardanus, abasyt worth for schame:Cum furth, quod he, quhat evir thou be, bern bald,And say befor my fader quhat thou wald,And entyr in our lugyngis the to rest,Quhar thou salbe ressauyt welcum gest.And furth onone he hynt hym by the hand,A weil lang quhile hys rycht arm embrasand:Syne furth togiddir rakyt thai on raw,The flud thai leif, and entris in the schaw.Eneas tho, with frendly commonyng,Spak curtasly, thus sayand to the kyng:O thou maste curtas prynce, and best in neidThat evir was byget of Grekis seyd,Quhamto fortoun wald I suld cummyn heir,The lawly to besekyng and requir,And wald alsso I suld furth reke to theWippyt with bendis the branch of olyve tre,In takyn that of thy supple I neid;Forsuyth, I caucht na maner feir ne dreid,Thocht thou a capitane of the Grekis be,Yborn alsso of Arcad the cuntre,Of blude coniunct to the Atrides tway,I meyn onto Agamemnon and Menelay:Bot myne awin vertu, and haly oracleisOf the goddis be devyn miracleis,And our forbearis all of a kynred,Thy fame dyuulgat into euery sted,Hes me fermly adionyt onto the;The fatis eik tharto inducis me,That wilfully I obey thar command.Schir Dardanus, the kyng first in our landThat belt the cite Troy or Ilion,Our cheif fader, as Grekis grantis ilkone,Born of Electra, Atlas douchter ȝyng,Careit be schip come first to Troys ryng;And this Electra gret Atlas begat,That on hys schuldyr baris the hevynnys plat.Mercur is fader of ȝour clan alssua,Quham the schene madyn, the fair fresch Maya,Apon the frosty hillys top all bair,Quhilk Cillenus is hait, in Arcad bair;And this ilk Maya suythly, gif that weOny credens to it we heir or seMay geif, Atlas begat, that sam AtlasThat rollys the hevynly starrit speir cumpas:So baith our kynrentis, schortlie to conclud,Devidit ar furth of a stok and blude.Quharfor, havand confidens in thir thyngis,Nothir by ambassat, message, nor writingis,Nor other craft, thy frendschip first socht I;Bot myne awin self in person com in hy,That onto the submittit has my hed,And the to pray socht lawly to this sted.For the ilk pepill vnder Dawnus kyng,That the Rutilianys has in governyng,Quhilk ledis weir aganys thi cuntre,With cruell batal now persewis me;And gif thai mycht expel ws of this land,Thai weyn tharby that nocht may thame ganestand,Bot at thai sall vnder thar senȝeorySubdew alhaill in thraldom Italy,And occupy thai boundis orientalQuhar as the ovir see flowys alhaill,And eik thai westir partis, trastis me,Quhilkis ar bedyit with the neddir see.Ressaue, and knyt vp faith and ferm cunnand;Tak our promyt, and geif ws treuth and band:Strang bodeis til abyde bargane haue we,With hardy myndis in batal or melle,Exercit in weir, and expert at sik nedis,In lusty ȝouth likly to do our dedis.Thus said Eneas, and Evander than,Fra tyme that he first forto speke began,Hys eyn, hys mowth, and all hys body rycht,Gan to behald, espying with hys syght;Syne schortly maid hys ansuer thus agane:O quhou glaidly the, mast forcy Troiane,I do ressaue as tendir frend and feir!Quhou blythly now I knaw and weil may heirThe voce, the wordis, and the speche, but les,Of thy fader, the gretast Anchises!And full perfytly now I draw to myndThe vissage of that worthy knycht maste kynd.For weill I do ramembir, lang tyme gone,Quhou Priamus, son of Laomedon,To vissy hys sisteris land Hesiona,Socht to the cite hait Salamyna,And at the sammyn rays hys vayage maidThrow the cald frosty boundis of Arcaid.My grene ȝouth that tyme with pilis ȝyngFirst cled my chyn, or berd begouth to spryng;I ioyt to se the Troian dukis ilkone,And on the son of kyng Laomedone,That is to say, this ilk ȝong Priamus,Forto behald was mervel gloryus:Bot thy fader Anchises, quhar he went,Was hyar far than all the remanent.My mynd brynt, of ȝouthed throu desire,To speke and commoun with that lordly syre,Tobe acquentit, and ioyn hand intil hand,Cunnand to knyt, and bynd fordwert or band:To hym I went desyrus of frendschip,And sped that sammyn so in falloschip,Within the wallys of Pheneus I hym led.And quhen he dyd depart, or thens hym sped,Ane courtly quavir ful curyusly wrocht,With arowis maid in Lycia, wantand nocht,Ane garmond he me gaue, or knychtly weid,Prynnyt and wovyn full of fyne gold threid,Twa goldyn bridillis eik, as he dyd pas,Quhilk now my son occupyis, ȝong Pallas.Quharfor our allyance, faith, and rycht hand,As ȝe desire, ar ellys adionyt in band,We bene of ald confideratis, perfay:Quharfor to morn, alssone as the brycht dayBegynnys allycht the landis and the sky,With succurs and suppovell blythly ISal ȝou fra hyne hame to ȝour army send,And with my gudis and my mobillis amend.And in the meyn tyme, sen, my frendis deir,Onto our sacrefyis ȝe be cummyn heir,Quhilk ȝeirly vsyng we as anniuersary,That bene onlefull to defer or tary;Tharfor with ws do hallow our hie fest,And with glaid semlant blythly maste and lestAccustom ȝou from thens, and now instantOur tabillis as ȝour frendly burdis hant.Quhen this was said, mesis and cowpis ilkane,Quhilk war away tak, bad he bring agane,And he hym self the Troiane men fut hetOn sonkis of gresy scheraldis hes doun set:Thar pryncipal capitane syne, Ene,Beside hym self on des ressauys he;The benk, ybeldyt of the grene holyne,With lokkyrrit lyoun skyn ourspred was syne.Than ȝong men walit bissy heir and thar,And eik prestis of Hercules altar,The rostit bullys flesch set by and by,The bakyn breid of baskettis temys in hy,And wynys byrlys into gret plente.Eneas, sammyn with hys Troiane menȝe,Dyd of perpetual oxin fillettis eyt,And purgit entralis, clepit clengyng meit.

CAP. IV

Evander tellith till Eneas, but baid,The verray caus quhy this sacrifice was maid.Eftir that stanchit was the hungris rage,And appetit of meit begouth asswage,Said kyng Evander; na superstitioun vayn,Nor mysknawlage of goddis ancyane,Thys hie fest and gret solempnyte,Nor this bankat and mesys, as ȝe se,Hes institut to ws, and this alterOf sa excelland maieste standyng heir:Bot, my deir frend and nobill gest Troiane,We, preservit from cruel peralus pane,Hantis this seruys apon sik manere,As proper det and observans ilk ȝer.First, do behald ȝone schorand hewchis brow,Quhar all ȝon craggy rochis hyngis now,Quhou the huge weghty brays bene dovn cast,The holkit fows in the mont syde left waste,Quhar as the craggy quhynnys, dovn declyne,Has drawyn of the hill a huge rewyne.Ȝon was a cavern or cove in ald days,With gousty entray far furth of all ways;A grisly den and ane forworthyn gapOf Cacus, that na mar had bot the schapOf mannys form, for skant half man was heThrow cruel dedis of iniquyte,That in ȝone fendlich hole dwelt hym allane;A hellys byke, quhar sonnys beme nevir schane,Quhar the vile flur evir lew warm was spredWith recent slauchter of blud newly sched:Befor that tyrrandis ȝet of men that ded isAffixit stud mony dolorus hedis,With vissage blakynt, blude byrun, and bla,The laithly ordur or filth stilland thar fra.Onto this hutyt monstre, this Cacus,The God of fyre was fader, Wlcanus;And at hys mouth, a wondir thing to se,Hys faderis reky flambe furth ȝiskyt he.As to hys body, quhar so evir he passit,Of bustuus statur lyke nane other was it.Proces of tyme at last hes ws inspirit,And send ws help, as we full lang desyrit,Be cummyng of the mychtfull Goddis presens;For the danter of monstreis, our defens,The maste redoutit Hercules, com at handBe aventour onto this ilke land,New from the slauchter into stern melleOf Geryon, the quhilk had bodeis thre.With prowd spulȝe arryving triumphal,This conquerour maid thyddir dryve and callHys bullys, and hys oxin huge gret,And eik hys ky, to pastur and to eytEndland ȝone valle that is large and wyde,And tuk thar lugyng on this ryver syde.Bot the ondantit fury mynd of this theif,Schrewit Cacus, all way ful of myscheif,By his frawart engyne and sle consait,So that na maner wikkytnes nor dissaitMycht be, that he ne durst nocht tak on hand,Ne onassayt leif, out from thar standFour semly oxin of body gret and squar,Als mony tendir quyis excedand fair,Of all tha catal away with hym drave.And, that thar tred suld na way be persaue,Onto hys cave ay bakwartis by the talysTo turn thar futsteppis he thame harlys and tralys:And thus his spreith he had ontil his in,And with a queym stane closyt hes the gyn:Sik way he wrocht that, quha thar tred list goif,Na takynnys suld convoy thame to his coif.In the meyn quhile, as all the bestis warRepatyrit weil eftir thar nychtis layr,At morow ayrly first as thai removit,For Hercules depart from thens behuffit,The catal gan to rowtyng, cry, and rar,The woddis rang of thar sound our alquhar,And with thar noys dynnyt hillis and knowys;Quhil in the caif as that a quyok lowis,With lowd voce squeland in that gousty hald,All Cacus trast reuelit scho and tald.Bot tho in greif this worthy Hercules,Alceus nevo, the douchty Alcides,That so oft sys was clepit commonly,Within his skyn begouth to byrn and fryIn brym fury of his bitter gall;Hys wapynnys and his armour hynt withall,Hys weghty burdon, or his knorry mays,And to the hillys hycht held in a rays.Than was the first tyme that ony in this erdOf our pepill persavyt Cacus efferd,Within his hed trublit his eyn tway.Swyft as the wynd he fled and gat away,And to his cave hym sped with ery spreit;The dreid adionyt weyngis to his feyt.And, fra he had hym self sesyt tharin,A stane of huge weght for to clos the gynHe leyt do fall, and with sic haist doun thrang,The chenȝeis brak quharwith it festnyt hang,That forgit war by hys faderis engyne;With gret irne slottis schet the entre syne.Bot lo, in haist Hercules come at handWith furyus mynd careyng our the land,Passage and entre sekyng bissely,Now heir his eyn, now thar, rollyng in hy,Graslyng hys teith, and byrnand full of ire.Of Aventynus hill thrys all the swyreHe sersys our, and thrys assays heTo brek and rent that craggy stone entre;Bot all for nocht, thocht he was nevir sa wight:So, thrys irkyt, doun from the hillys hyghtTo rest hym is he to the valle gone.Thar stude a pynnakil of quhyn or flynt stone,Apon the baksyde of this cavern cald,That rays on end rycht hie forto behald,For wild fowlys of reif a ganand sted,That rent raw flesch of bestis bonys ded;The craggis all about this rolk war worn,With wedderis blast to holkyt and to torn:And as it stud on schor sweyand that tyde,Downwith the bank towart the watir syde,Hercules it smytis with a mychty towkApon the rycht half, forto mak it jowke,Inforsyng hym to welt it our the bra;And sa rudly it branglys to and fra,That from the rutis he it lowsyt and rent,And tumlyt dovn fra thyne, or he wald stent.The large ayr dyd reirding with the rusch,The brays dyndlit, and all dovn can dusch;The ryver wolx effrayt with the rak,And, demmyt with the rokis, ran abak.Than this gret cove, of Cacus sail ryall,Was discoverit; hys inwart cavernys all,Wont tobe dyrk, worth patent now and knaw:Non otherwys than quhen the erd ourthrawBy fors of thundyr, or erdquake with a clap,Ryvys vp a terribill sewch or grisly gap,Oppynnand the hellis mansioun infernall,And onclosys that dyrk regioun paillQuhilk of the goddis al abufe is hayt;Or thocht the hellis bysme in sik estaitWar oppynnyt, that his bodum se men mycht,And dampnyt sawlys effrayt of new lycht.Quharfor this worthy stalwart Hercules,That on this wys had Cacus set in pres,And fund onwarnyst by this lycht suddane,Quhar he was closyt in a cave of stane,Fast rumesand apon a strange maner;This campyoun with dartis fell of weirGan down tobet, and in his wod furyEftir all kynd wapynnys can do cry,With branchis rent of treis, and querral stanysOf huge weght dovn warpand all at anys.Bot this ilk Cacus, quhen that he dyd seFra this danger thar was na way to fle,Furth of his throt, a wondrus thing to tell,A laithly smok he ȝiskis blak as hell,And all the hous involuyt with dyrk mist,That sone the sycht vanyst, or ony wist,And reky nycht within a litill thrawGan thikkyn our al the cavern and ourblaw,And with the myrknes mydlit sparkis of fyre.The hie curage of Hercules, lordly syre,Mycht this no langar suffir, bot in the gapWith hasty stert amyd the fyre he lap,And thar as maist habundyt smokis dyrk,With huge sop of reyk and flambis myrk,So that the caif dyd glevyn of the heyt,Thar has he hynt Cacus, that wikkyt spreit,That al invane hys hait kyndlyng furth gaspyt;For as a ball he hym in armys claspyt,And so strenȝeis hys throt, furth chirt hys eyn,Hys hals worth dry of blude. Than mycht be seynThis mirk dungeon and onsemly hald:The entre oppynnyt Hercules the bald,Bet doun the closeris, and syne brocht to the lychtHys oxin fra him reft by subtel slycht;And by the feyt furth harlyt was ononOf Cacus the deformyt carion.The hartis than and myndis of our menȝeMycht not be satisfyit on him to luke and se,As to behald hys vgly eyn twane,Hys terribil vissage, and hys grisly gane,The rouch byrsys on the breist and cresteOf that monstruos half deil wilde beiste,And in his gorge stikkand the sloknyt fyre.Evir sen that tyme, to Hercules the gret syreWe haue this honour mayd and sacrifice,Al our ofspring and ȝong men on this wysThis day kepis solempnyte, as ȝe se;Potitius first master heir with me,And the famyll of Pynaria the bald,The cheif keparis of Hercules hallowyt hald,Ȝon altar in this cuthyll dyd vpbeild,That onto ws in euery tyme of eildIs clepyt maist solempnyt and hie altar,And salbe reput gretast euermar.Tharfor haue done, ȝong gallandis; now in hy,In wirschip of this fest and mangeory,Of greyn branchis plet for ȝour hed garlandis,Do waucht and drynk, bryng cowpys full in handis,Call on our patron common God dyvyne is,And with gud will do skynk and birl the wynys.Thus sayand, the party popill graynHeldit his hed with skug Herculyane,The levis from the plettis dovn hyngand,Ane haly cowp fillit in hys rycht hand.Than ilk man smertly tastis the wyne at tabill,Prayand thar goddis for tobe aggreable.

CAP. V

In lovyng of the douchty HerculesThe pepill syngis hys warkis mar and les.In the meyn sesson Hesperus drew neir,Throw the declynyng of the hevynly speir:Tharwith the prestis of the sacryfyis,Gyrdyt in skynnys, eftir thar ald gys,Gan trasyng furth togidder in a rowt,And formest went Potityus the stowt.All do thai beir the byrnand hait fyre brandis;And, to renew the bankat, with thar handisFul delicat danteis for the secund meteThai dres onone, and furth of platis gretWith paysit flesch plenyst the altaris large,Tharon bestowyng in hepis mony a charge.Syne the menstralis, syngaris, and danseris,To syng and play with soundis, as afferis,Abowt the kyndlit altaris, quhil thai brynt,Assemblit ar ful swyth, and wald nocht stynt,With poppil tre hattis buklyt on thar hed.The ȝonkeris ȝonder in ane other stedLed rowndis, dansys, and fresch caralyng;Other agit persons thame addressit to syngIn ympnys, ballettis, and lays, throu the pres,The lovabill gestis of mychty Hercules:Quhou the first monstreis of his stepmoder sle,Lugyng a bab in creddill, stranglit he;That is to knaw, twa gret serpentis perfay,The quhilk he wyrreit with hys handis tway:And how this ilke Hercules of renovnThe ryall citeis assegis and bet dovn,Of Troy, and eik the strang Echalia:A thousand hard journeis sufferyng alssua,Vndre the kyng clepit Euristeus,By Junoys frawart will mast envyus.And thus thai syng; invyncybill weriour,That bair of strenth and hardyment the flour,The stern Centaures thou slew and dovn bet,Dowbill of form, and on the clowd byget;Thow brytnys eik and with thi hand hes slanePholus and Helyus, stalwart gyantis twane;Of Creit the monstreis dantis thou at full,The savage bestis, as wild bair and bull;Vndre a roik, Nemee forest within,Thou slew and rent the hydwys lyoun skyn.The laik off Stix trymlyt for dreid of the;The grisly portar of the hellys see,Lugyng in caif on ded banys half gnaw,Dyd quaik for feir, quhen he thy vissage saw:Na kynd of bysnyng figour dyd the grys,Nor byg Typheus, that agane Jove oftsysMovyt batell, with wapynnys fell in handMycht the affray, nor thy gret strenth ganestand;Nor the serpent of Lern, thou put to ded,Fand the want nowder wysdom nor manhed,Thocht scho, of hedis with hir mekil rowt,The dyd assail and ombeset about.Hail, verray child of Jove; hail, honour hieAdionyt to the goddis in maieste!Baith ws and eik thi sacrifyce infeirWe pray the wissy, at thou may cum heirWith prosper presens and ful happy fut,In our helpyng for tobe our bute.In sic sangis thar fest thai sanctify,And Hercules hie lovyng syng and cry;Bot principaly, and last of the laif,Thai maid mensioun of Cacus slane in caif,And quhou that he the flambis furth dyd blaw.The wod resoundis schill, and euery schawSchowtis agane of thar clamour and dyn,The hillys rerdis, quhil dyndlis roik and quhyn.Syne, quhen dyvyne seruys was at end,To the cite bownys ilk man to wend.Furth held the kyng onweldy in ald ȝeris,Fast by hym haldand, as his frendis and feris,The prynce Eneas and his ȝong son Pallas;And, quhil thai thus towart the cite pas,With syndry sermondis schortis he the way.Eneas awondris of that he dyd say,And kest his eyn about delyuerly,Thai stedis all to serchyn and espy;Sa fair placis to se and vissy tyteThis strange knycht caucht plesance and delyte,And glaidly can inquiryng euery thing,And hard the answer of the agit kyng,Quhilk teching him per ordour to him taldMemorialis of seir forfaderis auld.

CAP. VI

Quhou kyng Evander rehersis til EneeIn eldris days the rewle of that cuntre.Thys kyng Evandrus than, the first foundarOf Romys burgh or palyce, can declarAnd dyd rehers ontil his gest Enee:Thir woddis and thir schawis all, quod he,Sum tyme inhabyt war and occupyitWith Nymphis and Fawnys apon euery syde,Quhilk fairfolkis, or than elvys, clepyng we,That war engendryt in this sam cuntre,That with ane kynd of men yborn, but leys,Furth of ald stokkis and hard runtis of treis;Quhilkis nowder maneris had nor polecy,Ne couth thai eir the ground, nor occupyThe plewis, nor the oxin ȝok infeir,Nor ȝit had craft to conquys nor wyn geir,Nor kepe thar moblis quhen it gadderit was;Bot, as thir bestis, or the doillit as,Thar fude of treis dyd in woddis fet,Or of the wild veneson scharp to get.First from the hie hevynnys into this landSaturnus com, fleand gret Jovis brand,Hys realmys reft, and banyst eik was he:Bot tha ontaucht pepill of this cuntre,That skatterit dwelt in his hillis greyn,He maid forgadder togidder and conveyn,Gaue thame lawys and statutis thame to lede,And wald also this regioun euery stedWar callit Latium, and clepit to hys name,For that he surely lurkyt in the same.And as thai tel, and redis in mony ryme,Of gold the warld was in that kyngis tyme;Sa lykandly, in paix and liberte,At eys his common pepill governyt he:Quhil, peis and peis, the elde syne war and warBegouth to wolx, that cullour fading far,As, in the sted of paix, the rage of werBegouth succeid, and covatys of geyr.Syne the pissance com of Ausonya,And the pepill Sycany hecht alsswa,By quham the land of Saturn, war and wys,Hes left and changit his ald name oft sys.Syne kyngis com, amangis quham for the nonysStern Tybrys rygnyt, a man byg of bonys,Fra quham, ay syne, all the Italiane bludeThar gret ryver hes clepit Tibrys flude;Thus Albula hys auld trew name hes lost.And me also to duel within this cost,Banyst and flemyt of my natyve land,Strang destany, quhilk may nocht be gaynstand,And fortoun eik, clepit omnipotent,Throu all extremys of sey hes hidder sent.The reuerend als and dreidfull monysyngisOf Carmentes my moder, in mony thingisExpert as nymphe and prophetes dyvyne,And the autorite of god Appollyne,Hes me constrenyt to dwel in this hald.Scars hes Evandrus all thir wordis tald,Quhen, walkyng thens furth bot a litil space,He can do schaw the altar and the placeQuhilk in the langage Romane ȝit, sans faill,Is to this day clepit port Carmentaill;Quharby ramemmorit is in the ilk tovnThis ald Carmentes wirschip and renovn,Quhilk was baith nymphe and fatale prophetes,That first declarit, in hir sawys expres,The gret pryncis fortocum of Ene,And of Pallenteum the nobilite.The kyng syne schew him to the haly schaw,Quhilk strang Romulus dyd reduce and drawIn maner of franches or of sanctuary.He schew him eik, but ony langar tary,Vnder the frosty bra, the coif, was callFul mony ȝeris in thar leid Lupercall,Eftir thar gys of Arcad and estait,To Pan the god of Lyce consecrait.He schew alsso the wod hait Argilete,That to the man of Arge, thar lost the swete,Was dedicat, and drew to witnes that stedThat he was nevir culpabill of his ded,And can to him declar the mater plane,Quhat wys his gest, this man of Arge, wes slane.Fra thyne, to mont Tarpeya he him kend,And beknyt to that sted, fra end to end,Quhar now standis the goldin Capitoll,Vmquhil of wild buskis rowch skroggy knoll.Thocht, the ilk tyme, ȝit of that dreidfull placeAne feirfull reuerent religioun, per cace,The ery rural pepill dyd affray,So that this crag and scroggis wirschippit thai.In ȝon schaw, on this woddy hillis topThat skowgit is with mony buskis crop,Quod Evander, tharon a god dois dwell,Bot quhat god at he be can na man tell:My pepill that bene cummyn from ArcaidWenys thai saw ȝonder, as thai me said,Gret Jove hym self, as he ful oft at largeDyd schake his tawbart, or his beknyt targe,And with his rycht hand dyd assembill and steirThe watry clowdis, that makis thundris beir.And forthir eik he said ontill Enee,Ȝon twa town stedis thou behaldis, quod he,With barmkyn down bet and euery wall,Of forfaderis thai bene memoriall:This cite beldit our ald fader Janus,And ȝonder cite fundit Saturnus:Janiculum this hecht, myne awin leif brother,And Saturnya clepit was that other.Amangis thame with sic carpying and talk,Towart Evandrus pur lugyng thai stalk:The catal eik behald thai raik on raw,And in that sted thar pasturand thai saw,Quhar now in Rome is the cheif merkat placis,Baith squeil and low in thai ilk plentuus gatisQuhilk sum tyme hecht Caryne, fair and large,Quhar the howsis war like a turnyt barge.And quhen thai cummyn to the palice wer,Quod Evander, at thir ilk ȝettis heirThe conquerour entrit, douchty Hercules;This sobir mans ressauyt hym, but les.My gentil gest, enfors the and addresTo lern to dar contemp welth and riches,And do thi self compone, and schaw in deidIn goddis steid worthy to succeid,With thame equal ressauyt in sic herbry;Amang smal geir now entris bowsumly.And sayand this, the myghty gret EneWithin hys narrow chymmys ledis he,And maid him sytting doun apon a bed,That stuffit was with levys, and ourspredWith the rouch skyn of a bustuus wild beirIn Affrik bred befor mony a ȝer.