The Æneid of Virgil Translated Into Scottish Verse

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.

CAP. VIII

Ewrillys moder hir sonnys deth bewalis,And quhou Rutilianys the cyte first assalis.Be this Aurora, levand the safron bedOf hir lord Tithone, had the erth ourspredWith new cleirnes, and the son scheynBegouth defund hys bemys on the greyn,That euery thing worth patent in the lyght:Turnus, enarmyt as ane douchty knyght,Till armys sterys euery man abowt,In plait and maill full mony forcy rowtProuocand to the bargane and assay:Ilk capitane hys folkis settis in array,And gan thar curage kyndill in ire to fyght,Be schamefull murmur of this ȝister nycht.And forthir eik, ane miserabill thing to se,Ewril and Nysus hedys, on speris hieFixit, thai rasyt haldand to the wall,With huge clamour followyng ane and all.The forcy and the stowt Eneadanys,That for the tyme in this cite remanys,The bront and fors of thar army that tydeEndlang the wallis set on the left syde;For on the rycht hand closyt the ryver;Thai held the forfront quhar thar was danger,Kepand the braid fowseis and towris hie:And as thai stand ful dolorusly, thai seThe twa hedys stikkand on the speris,A miserabil syght, allace! onto thar feris;Thar facis war our weil bekend, baith twa,The blaknyt dedly blude droppand tharfra.In the meyn quhile, throw the drery citeThe weyngit messenger, Fame, dyd swyftly fle,And slippand come to thy moder, Ewrilly.Than suddanly that wrachit wight onsillyAl pail become, as na blude in hir left,The naturale heit was from the banys reft.Furth of hir hand the spynnyng quheil smate sche,The ȝarn clewis, spyndill, and broche of tre,All swakkit our, and full onhappelyFurth fleys scho with mony schowt and cry,With wepyng, and with wifly womentyng,Ryvand hir haris, to the wallys can thringAll wod enragit, and with a spedy paysDyd occupy tharon the formaste place,Takand nane hed, na ȝit na maner schame,Swa amangis men to ryn, and rowp or raym;Na maner feir of perrel seys sche,Nor mynd of dartis cast that fast dyd fle.And as that from the wall hyr sonnys hedeBehaldis sche, wofull, and will of rede,With hir petuus rewthfull complantis sayrThe hevynnys all scho fillyt and the ayr.O my Ewryll, lamentabilly scho cryis,Sall I the se demanyt on syk wys?O thou, the latter quyet of myne age,Quhou mycht thou be sa cruell in thy rageAs me to leif alyve, thus myne allane?O my maist tendir hart, quhar art thou gane?Na licens grantit was, nor tyme, ne space,To me, thy wrachit moder, allace, allace!Quhen thou thy self onto sik perellis set,That I with the mycht samekill laser getAs forto tak my leif for evir and ay,Thy last regrait and quethyng wordis to say.Ichane, allace! intill ane oncouth land,Nakyt and bair thy fair body on sandTo fowlys of reif and savage doggis wildSall ly as pray, myne awin deir only child!Nor I, thy moder, layd not thy corps on beir,Nor with my handis lowkyt thyne eyn so cleir,Nor wysche thy wondis to reduce thy spreit,Nor drest the in thy lattir clathis meyt,The quhilkis I wrocht, God wayt, to mak the gay,Full bissely spynnand baith nycht and day,And with sic wobbis and wark, for the, my page,I comfort me in myne onweldy age,And irkyt not to laubour for thy sake.Quhar sall I seik the now? allake, allake!Or in quhat land lyis now, maglyt and schent,Thy fair body, and membris tyrvit and rent?O deir son myne, O tendir get, quod sche,Is this the comfort at thou dois to me,Quhilk hes the followyt baith our seys and landis?O ȝe Rutilianys, steik me with ȝour brandis;Gyf thar be rewth or piete in ȝour banys,Do swak at me ȝour dartis all atanys:With ȝour wapynnys first ȝe sal me sla.O thou gret fader of Goddis, can scho say,Haue reuth apon me, wrach of wrachis all,And on my catyve hed thou lat dovn fallThy thundris dynt of wildfyre fra the hevin,Law vndre hell tharwith to smyte me evin;Sen that this langsum cruel life I ne mayConsume nor endyng be nane other way.With this regrait the Troiane myndis allWar smyte with reuth; endlang the large wallThe duylfull murnyng went and womentyng:Thar hie curage, to tel a wondyr thyng,That oneffrayt was batale to sustene,Wolx dolf and dull the petuus sycht to sene.Bot as scho thus kyndillis sorow and wo,Ane Ideus, and Actor, Troianys two,At the command of Illyoneus past,And ȝyng Ascanyus wepand wonder fast,And hynt hyr vp betwix thar armys squar;Syne hamewart to hir lugyng thai hyr bair.Bot than the trumpettis weirly blastis abundis,With terribill brag of brasyn bludy soundis;The skry, the clamour, followys the ost within,Quhill all the hevynnys bemyt of the dyn.The Volscenaris assemblyt in a sop,To fyll the fowseis and the wallis to slop,All sammyn hastand with a pavys of treHesyt togidder abuf thar hedys hie;Sa sairly knyt that maner embuschmentSemyt tobe a clos volt quhar thai went.Ane other sort pressyt to haue entre,And clym the wallis with leddyrris large and hie,Quhar as the army of the Troiane sydeWas thynnast scattyrrit on the wallis wyde,And brycht arrayt cumpany of the menWar dividit or sloppit, at thai mycht kenThe weirmen not sa thyk in syk a place.Bot the Troianys, that oft in sik lyke caceBe lang vsage of weir war lernyt and kendQuhou thai thar town and wallys suld defend,All kynd of wapynnys and dartis at thame slyngis,And dang thame down with pikkis and poyntit styngis;Down weltyng eik of huge weght gret stanys,Be ony way gif tharby for the nanysThai mycht on fors dissevyr that punȝe,Quhilk thame assalȝeit thekit with pavys he:For weill thai knew thar fays al maner of teynVndir that volt of targis myght susteyn,Sa lang as thai sammyn onsyverit war.Bot now thai mycht thar ordour hald na mar:For the Troianys, or evyr thai wald ces,Thar as the thikast rowt was and maist pres,Ane huge weght or hepe of mekill stanysRuschys and weltis down on thame atanys,That diuers of Rutilianys lay thar ondyr;The laif skalyt on brede; brok was in sondirThe covertouris and ordinance of thar scheldis.Fra thens, the hardy Rutilianys in the feildisPressyt na mar in hydlys forto fyght,Bot thame enforcis now with all thar myght,With ganȝeis, arrowys, and with dartis slyng,Thar famen from the wallys forto dyng.And at ane other syde with felloun feirMezentyus the grym, apon a speir,Or heich styng or stour of the fyr tre,The blak fyre blesis of reik in swakkis he:And Mesapus, the dantar of the horssys,Neptunus son, with hys menȝe enforcisTyl vndermynd the dike and rent the paill;Leddyris he axis the wallys to assaill.

CAP. IX

Quhou Turnus set the ȝet towr into fyre,And maid gret slauchter of Troianys in his ire.Calliope, and O ȝe Musys all,Inspire me til endyte: on ȝou I callTo schaw quhat slauchter and occisioun,Quhou feill corpsis thar war brytnyt dounBy Turnus wapynnys and hys dartis fell;Quham euery man kyllit and send to hell:Help and assist to revolue heir with meThe extreme dangeris of that gret melle.Ȝhe blissyt wightis, forsuyth, ramembris weillSik thyngis, and quhar ȝou lyst may reveill.Thar stude a towr of tre, huge of hyght,With batellyng and kyrnellys all at ryght,Set in ane neidfull place neir by the ȝet,Quham to assailȝe, ourcum, and down bet,With hail pyssance all the ItalianysAt vtir power ombeset atanys:And by the contrar, on the tother sydeAlkynd defencis can Troianys provyde;Threw stanys down, and sillys heir and thar,At euery part or oppyn fenystarThe grundyn dartis leyt down fle thikfald.Turnus the prynce, at was baith darf and bald,Ane byrnand bleis leyt at the fortres glyde,And festynyt the fyre hard to the towris syde,Quhilk with the wyndis blast, thar as it stak,Vpblesyt in the burdis and the thak,And spreddis wide amangis the gestis gret;The byrnand low consumyt all throu hete.Within thai schuddrit for the fell effray;Bot all for nocht to pres to wyn away,Na laser was the danger to escape:For as thai ran abak, and can thame schaipFortill withdraw towart the tother sydeQuhar as the fyre was not ȝit ourglyde,And hurlyt all togidder in a hepe,Tho with thar swechtis, as thai reill and leipe,The byrnand towr down rollys with a rusche,Quhill all the hevynnys dyndlyt of the dusch.Down weltis the men half ded with brokyn banys,The huge heip thame followit all atanys,On thar awyn wapynnys stikkand he and he,Sum stekit throu the cost with spilys of treLay gaspand, of thame all that scarsly tway,Ane Helenor, and Lycus, gat away:Of quhom the formest, this ilk Helenor,Now in hys florist ȝouth, was get and borBetwix Meonyus kyng, in prevyte,And Lycynya the boynd wench wondir sle,Quhilk hym to Troy had send that hendyr ȝer,Onkend, in armour forbodyn for wer;Delyver he was with drawin swerd in hand,And quhite target, onsemly and evill farrand.Thys Helenor, scand hym self in dowtAmyd thousandis enarmyt of Turnus rowt,Behaldand graithly apon athir handArrayt ostis of Latyn pepill stand;Lyke the wild ragyt best, quham huntaris stowtHes ombeset with thyk range all abowt,Seand be na meyn that scho myeht evaid,Apon the wapynnys rynnys with a braid;Slyppis hir self, and with gret fors hir berisApon the poyntis of the huntyng speris:Nane othir wys, this ilk ȝong Helenor,Thus ombeset behynd and als befor,Amyd hys fays ruschys reddy to de,Quhar thikkast was the pres thar etlys he;Quhilkis, but abaid, alssone hes hym slaneAs spark of gleid wald in the sey remane.Bot Lycus, spedyar far on fut than he,Throw owt the ostis and armyt men can fle,And to the wallys wan, and vp on hyghtEnforcis hym to clym with all hys mycht,And forto gryp sum of hys feris handis:Quham Turnus, lanssand lychtly our the landis,With speir in hand persewys forto spill,And quhen he hes ourtane him at his will,Thus dyd hym chyde; O catyve wytles knaip,Quhat wenyt thou our handis to eschaip?And tharwith drew hym doun, quhar he dyd hyng,And of the wal a gret part with hym bryng.Lyke as the egill, Jovis squyer, strauchtWithin hys bowand clukis had vp clawchtA ȝong cygnet, or quhite swan, or a hair,Tharwith resursyng heich vp in the ayr;Or as a ravanus bludy wolf throu slychtHyntis in hys gowl, furth of the fald be nycht,The litill tendyr kyd, or the ȝong lam,With feill bletingis socht by the gait, hir dame.Rutilianys for joy than rasyt a schowt,And fast invadys the cite all abowt;With hepys of erd the fowsy do thai fyll:Sum otheris presyt with schydis and mony a sylThe fyre blesys abowt the ruf to slyng.Bot Ilioneus that tyme dyd doun dyngWith a gret quhyn, or roch of cragy stone,Ane Lucetyus, and brak hys nek bone,As that he dyd approche towartis the ȝet,The hait flammys of fyre tharin to set:Liger a Troiane from the wall alsoDoun bet a Rutiliane hait Emathio:A Phrigiane eik, Asylas, stern and stowt,All tofruschit Choryneus withowt,Quhilk was in dartis castyng wonder sle;On far to schute scharp flanys and lat fleNane mar expert than this Emathio:Ceneus ourquhelmyt Ortygius also;And this Ceneus, quhilk than gat the mastry,Belyve Turnus with a dart ded gart ly:And down dyngis alsso this ilk TurnusIthis, Clonyus, and eik Dioxippus,Promulus als, and busftuus Sagaras,And syne the huge byg Troiane, hait Idas,Standand forto defend the towris hie:Capys, a Troiane, bet doun Pryverne,Quham Themyllas with a scharp casting dartHad newly hurt and wondyt in sum part;And he hys hand plat to the wound in hy,Hys scheild besyde hym swakkand fulychly,So that the fedderit arrow furth dyd glyde,And nalyt hys hand plat to the left syde:The schaft and hed remanyt in hys cost,Be dedly wound the lyfe thus hes he lost.Arcens, Arcentis son, stude on the wall,In brycht armour ful semly schynand all,Hys mantill of the purpour Iberyne,With nedill wark brusyt rych and fyne,Of vissage was he plesand forto se;Hys fader Arcens send him with Enee:Fostyrrit he was and vpbrocht tendirlyWithin hys moderis hallowyt schaw, fast byThe flude Symethus into Sycill land,Quhar as the plentuus fat altar dyd standOf the placabill Goddis, Palycy hecht.Ane gret staf slung byrrand with felloun weghtHynt Mezentius; hys scheild syne by hym lays;The stryngis thrys abowt hys hed assays,And this ilk Arcens standyng hym forganeHes smertly with a ledyn pellok slane:Hys harn pan and forhed al to claif,Quhil at the led in sondir brak and raif,That he ourtumlys speldit on the sand.Thus gret slauchtir was maid fra hand to hand.