The Æneid of Virgil Translated Into Scottish Verse

CAP. IV

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

CAP. V

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

CAP. VI

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

CAP. VII

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