The Æneid of Virgil Translated Into Scottish Verse

CAP. IV

Heir comptis Virgill the pepil of Tuscane,Quhilkis with Eneas com to the bargane.Ȝhe Musys now, sweit Goddessis ychone,Oppyn and onclos ȝour mont of Helycon:Reveil the secretis lyand in ȝour mycht,Entone my sang, addres my style at rycht,To schaw quhat pyssance, ostis, and army,At this tyme from the boundis of TuscanyIn falloschyp com with the prynce Ene,And stuffyt schippys of weir set to the see.Fyrst, prynce Massycus cummys with hys rowt,Into hys barge Tygrys, with stelyt snowt,Sowchand throw owt the fludis quhar scho went,A thowsand stowt ȝong men of hys talentVndir hym ledyng, for the batale bown,From Clusyum com vmquhile, that nobell town,And fra the Tuscane cite of Cosa;Baith castyng dartis and flanys vsyt tha,With arrow casys and other quavyrris lycht,And mortal bowys buklyt for the fyght.Sammyn furth salys Abas; and hym byHys barnage stud enarmyt rychely;Hys weirlyke schip our the fludis ilkaneOf God Appolloys goldyn statw schane:The rych cyte of Populonyas,Hys natyve cuntre, quharof born he was,Sax hundreth men of armys in wer expertWith hym hes send; and the ile in that partIllua callyt, within the Tuscane see,Sa rych of steill it may nocht wastyt be,Thre hundreth eik hes send with hym to pas.The thryd capitane, worthy Asylas,Of Goddis eik and men interpretur,Of euery spayng craft that knew the cuyr,Quhat the hart pypis and bestis entralys ment,Quhat signyfeit the starnys, quhar thai wentThar rycht cursis abufe the hevynnys hie,And euery byrdis vocis weil knew he,And quhat betaknyt, schynnyng from the hevyn,Thyr fyry blastis, or this thundris levyn;A thousand men assemlyt with hym ledis,With awful speris and scharp grundyn hedis:Quham the Hetruscane cite, Pysa gude,Inhabyt first from Alpheus that flude,Send tyll obey hym as thar capitane.Syne followys Astur, the semlyast of ane,Astur, maist sovyr horsman forto seik,Of variant cullour was hys armour eik;Thre hundreth walyt men with hym he led.All of a will, furth to the batal spedThe folkis alhail dwelt in the cite sweitOf Agelyn, otherwys callyt Cerete,And thai that dwellys in tha feldis, I wys,Endlang the bankis of flude Mynyonys,Or intill ancyent Pyrgus town alssua,Or inhabytys the cyte Grauyssa,Ful contagius of tempest and grews ayr.Suld I the pretermyt, sen thou was thar?I meyn the, Cygnus, of LygurianysThe cheif ledar, amang other capitanysAne the maist forcy into batal sted.Ne wil I not forȝet, suld I be ded,The, strang Cupauus, with thy few menȝe,Fra quhais tymbret rysys apon hieThe lusty swannys fedrame, brycht and scheyn:The cryme and caws of all ȝour woful teynWas luf and amouris, or pompus arraySchrowd in ȝour faderis connysans al to gay.For, as thai tell, quhil dolorusly CygnusMaid hys complant amang the scroggy busOf poppill tre branschis lang and squar,Quharin the twa systeris transformyt war,And gan bewail Phaeton, hys best belovyt;Quhil that he sang and playt, as hym behwyt,The dolly tonys and lays lamentabill,With sic regrate to comfort and astabillHys hevy amorus thochtis ennoyus,In quhite canos soft plumys joyusBecame ourheld, in lyknes of a swan,And led hys age na mar furth lyke a man,Bot tuke hys flycht vp from the erd in hy,And with a swouchand voce socht in the sky.Hys son, this tyde, havand hys falloschippysDistribut equaly into syndry schippys,Amang the navy and the flote at large,With ayris rollys furth hys bustuus barge,Clepyt Centaurus, and ithandly syne heDryvys throu fludis of the stormy see:Byg of statur stude he lyke to feght,Bostand the streme with ballast of huge weght,And with hys lang and lusty ballyngarOurslydis the deip fludis in thar fair.The nobill Ocnus from hys natyve landA fair army assemlyt brocht at hand,Son of God Tibris, the Tuscane ryver,Beget apon Manthus the lady cleir,That was baith nymphe and famus prophetes:Thys Ocnus was the ilk man quhilk expresOf Mantua the cite dyd he wall,And eftir hys said moderis name can callMantua, myghty of ald ancystryAnd forfaderis: bot hys geneologyWas not of ane kynrent cummyn all;For that town had thre clannys principall,And, vnder euery clan or trybe of tha,War other sobyr famyllis twys twa:Mantua eik was cheif and principal hedTill all thir pepill wonnyng in that sted,Takand thar fors and hardyment ilkaneFrom the lynage and nobill blude Tuscane.Mezentius, throu hys auld tyrranny,Furth of this cite aganyst hym in hyFyve hundreth men till armys maid do steir;Quham Myncyus, the fresch rynnand ryver,That from the lowch of Bennacus ischis down,And is ourheldyt all with redis brovn,Hes careit to the braid seys largeWithin thar weirly schip and awfull barge.Furth held the stowt and degest Aulestes,Quhilk with gret strenth of rowaris in that pres,Rasyng thame on thar thoftis for the nanys,The fludis smate with hundreth arys at anys,Quhil that the famy stowr of stremys leVp weltis from the braid palmys of tre.The mekill howk hym bair was Tryton callyt;For in hir forestam was the monstre stallyt,With watry trumpe fleyand the fludis gray:Quhar as scho salyt, men mycht se hym ayWith byrsy body porturyt, and vissageAll rowgh of harys, semyng of cullageIn mannys form fra hys cost to hys crown;Bot from hys belly, and thens fordwart dovn,The remanent straucht lyke a fyschis tayll,In symylitude of huddon or a quhaill;Vndre the breist of this ilk bysnyng thyngThe sey wallys bulrand makis murnyng.Sa mony walyt capitanys, nobill men,In help of new Troy, with schippys thrys ten,Slydis throw the salt stremys of the seeWith stelyt stevynnys and bowand bylge of tre.

CAP. V

Eneas schippis, translait in Nymphis of see,Tald hym quhou Turnus assegit the cyte.Be this declynyt was the days lyght;The moyn intill hyr waverand cart of nychtHeld rollyng throw the hewynnys myddil ward;As Eneas, the Troiane prynce and lard,For thochtis mycht na wys hys membris rest,Sa mony curys in hys mynd he kest,Bot sat in proper person, and nane other,To steir hys carvell and to rewle the ruther,And forto gyde the salys takand tent.Onone, amyd hys curs, thar as he went,Recontyris hym hys falloschip in hyOf Nymphis, quham of schippys and his navyThe haly moder, clepyt Cybele,Maid to becum Goddessys in the see:All sammyn swam thai, hand in hand yfeir,And throw the wallys fast dyd sewch and scheir,Als feill in numbyr Nymphys throw the flude,As laitly with thar stelyt stevynnys studeOf Troiane schippys by the costis syde.A weil far way, as our the streme thai glyde,Thar kyng thai knaw, and all in carralyngAbout hys schyp went circulyt in a ryng.Amangis quham, in speche the maist expert,Cymodocea to the wail astert,And with hir rycht hand can the eft casteillDo gryp onon, that all hir bak ilk deillAbuf the sey watir dyd appeir:Beneth the calmyt stremys fair and cleirWith hir left hand craftely swymmys sche;Syne on this wys spekis till Enee,That of this wonderus mervell knew na thing:Walkis thou or not, thou verray Goddis ofspryng,Our prynce and master Eneas? now awaik,Takill thy schippys, and thy schetis sclaik.We beyn thy navy and thy flote, quod sche,Bowyt sum tyme of fyr and bych tre,Grew in the haly top of mont Ida,And now, as present thou behald ws may,Nymphes we beyn, and salbe euermor.For, as ȝon faithles Turnus by the schorInvadyt ws with glavys and with fyre,On fors constrenyt for the flambys schire,Thy cabillys we in sundyr brak in haist,To seik the throw the sey, as we war chaist:And than the moder of Goddis, Cybele,Havand of ws compassioun and piete,In this figour has ws all translait,For euermar to be deificat,As Goddessys, quhar so ws lykis best,Amangis the fludis forto leif and lest.Bot thy deir child, ȝyng Ascanyus stowt,Besegyt is, and closyt rownd abowtWith wallys, fowcy, and trynschis, ather syde,Amyd dartis or quarrellys fast doys glyde,And dreidfull hostis of stern pepill Latyne,By weir enforsyng to distroy all thyne.Evandrus horsmen, clepyt Arcadanys,Mydlyt sammyn with Hetrurianys,Quham in thy help thou sendis by the land,Thai placis now, quhar as thou gaue command,Can occupy, abydand thy cummyng:Bot Turnus hes determyt, as certane thing,Gret garnysonys to send betwix thame sone,That ȝour hostis sall not togidder joyn.Get vp, haue done, and sone in the mornyng,Alsswyth as the brycht day begynnys to spryng,Thy ferys haill thou fyrst to harnes call,And with thy scheild invynsibill tharwithallThy selvyn schrowd, quham mychty God of fyreTo the, as ane maist souerane lord and syre,Has wrocht and gevyn, and with gold sa brychtThe bordouris has ourgylt and forgit at rycht.Gyf thou belevys not my sawys invayn,The lyght of day to morn, I schaw the playn,Huge hepys sal behald in feld dung downOf Rutilianys by fell occisioun.Thus said sche; and, departand with a skyp,By hir rycht hand sche schowys furth the schyp,As scho that was in that craft rycht expert;And throw the wallys on the tother partGlydys away undir the fomy seys,Als swyft as ganȝe or feddyrrit arrow fleys,That stryvys forto pyngill with the wynd:The remanent hir followys fast behynd.Anchises son, the gret Troiane Ene,Awondris, onwyttyng quhat this mycht be;And, netheles, hys curage dyd avanceWith this ilk fatale augury or chance:Syne schortly, lukand to the hevyn abone,On this maner can pray and maid hys boyn.O blyssyt moder of the Goddis, quod he,That hallowyt art in the montane Ide,Quhamto the toppys of mont Dyndymane,And eik the towryt citeis mony ane,With renyt lyonys ȝokkyt to the char,Ful tendyr bene and hartly euermar;Be thou in batall now my president,Be my protectrix, dewly takand tentAt this orakyll be hastyt to our weill;O haly Goddes, with happy fute of seillCum and assistis to thyne awyn Troianys.No mor he spak, bot, with that word atanys,In the meyn quhile vpspryngis the brycht day,Chasand the clowdis of the nycht away.And fyrst Eneas gan hys ferys commandThar baneris to displayt and follow at hand,Thar curage eik and curace to addres,And graith thame for the batail all expres.For he, be than, hys Troianys mycht behald;And of the eft schyp into hys town and haldMen mycht hym se, and knaw, quhar at he stude,Hys schynand new scheild from amyd the fludeInto hys left hand rasyt hie on hyght.The Troianys from the wallys of that sychtWar sa reiosyt, vp tha rasyt a cryThat rerdis to the starnys in the sky.The hoip of hys returnyng hait as fyreDowblyt thar curage, and vprasyt thar ire,That with thar handis fast thai dartis slyng,With sic a dyn of clamour and crying,And trumpys blast rasyt within the townSik maner bruyt, as thocht men hard the sovnOf crannys crowplyng, fleand in the ayrWith spedy fard in randoun heir and thar;As from the flude of Trace, hait Strymone,Vndre the dyrk clowdis, oft we se,Thai fle the weddris blast and rak of wynd,Thar glaidsum soundis followand thame behynd.Bot quhat mycht meyn this affeir and derayA gret farly and wondyr was, perfay,To Turnus, kyng of Rutuleis, that tyde,And the Italiane dukis hym besyde:Quhill thai at last beheld towart the cost,And saw the navy cum and mekill ost,Semand the sey of schippys all our flet.The creist or schynand tymbret, that was setAbufe Eneas helm and top on hyght,Kest byrnand flambys with a glytterand lycht;And eyk the goldyn boys of hys bukleirLarge fyry stremys on breid schew fair and cleirLyke as the comete stern sanguynolent,With hys red cullour tryst and violent,Schynys sum tyme apoun the donk nycht;Or frawart Syrius, that fervent star brycht,Quhilk with the scaldand heyt at hys rysyngByrnys the erth of drowth, and is the syngPretendand tyll all mortale folk, I ges,Contagyus infirmyteis and seiknes,That with hys schrewyt lyght canicularInfekkyt all the hevynnys and the ayr.Bot Turnus hardy stalwart hie curage,For all this feir, demynyst nevir a stage,Quhilk manfully schup thame to withstandAt the cost syde, and dyng thame of the land,That on na wys thar thai suld arryve;And with glaid semlant gan his folk belyveExortyng forto rays thar spretis on hie,And with hys wordis forthirmar eik heGan thame repreif of thar sa hasty feir.Lo! now present, says he, is cummyn heirThe mater quhilk ȝe lang desyrit haue;The tyme is now to gryp in hand ȝour glaif;The tyme of batale reddy is at hand,Quhar strenth beis schawyn in stalwart stowr to stand.Now euery man ramembir on his spows,Thynk on thar natyve land and dwellyng hows:Reduce ȝe now onto ȝour mynd, ilkane,The worthy actis of ȝour eldris bygane,Thar lovabyll fame, and ȝour awyn renowne;And lat ws formest haist ws to the see,And thar recontyr our fays, or thai land,Quhill as thai first set fut apon the sand,With slyde to cummyn, half deil in effray,Or thai thar fut steppis ferm, and tak array.Hap helpis hardy men, be myne avys,That weil dar tak on hand stowt interprys.Thus said he; and tharwith in hys thochtDevysis quham maist ganandly he mochtLed with hym, to resist and meit his fays,Or quham he suld not from the sege vprays,Bot styll remane to ferm and clos the town,The wallys and the trynschis enveroun.

CAP. VI

Eneas fra the schippis landit his ost,And Turnus thame assalit at the sey cost.In the meyn sesson, the Troiane EneBegouth hys folkis from thar schippis hieOn bryggis and on plankis set on land:Mony abaid the ebbyng of the sand,Quhill the swarf fard wallys abak dyd draw,Than in the schaldis dyd thai leip on raw;And sum with ayris into coggis smallEtlyt to land. But tho amang thame allThe prynce Tarchon can the schor behald,Thar as hym thocht suldbe na sandis schald,Nor ȝit na land bryst lyppyrryng on the wallys,Bot quhar the flude went styll, and calmyt all isBut stowr or bullyr, murmour or movyng;Hys stevynnys thydder steryng gan the kyng,And on this wys hys ferys dyd exort:Now, O ȝe walyt flour of weir, at schort,Bend vp ȝour ayris styth, and rays ȝour schippys,Haist owr the flude, bair to the schor with skyppys,And with ȝour stelyt stevynnys, ane and all,Thys ground onfrendly to ws and innimicallDo scheir and cleif in sundyr lyke a stok,Lat euery barge do prent hir self a dok:Na fors I not in sik port by this meynTo brek the schyp, sa we the land atteyn.Fra Tarchon had thir wordis said, but mairHys feris startis ilk man till ane ayr.The stowrand famy bargis dyd rebound,Inrowand fast towart the Latyn grond,Quhyl that thar stammys tuke the bankis dry,And thar kelys stak in the slyke fast by,But ony harm or danger, euery one.Bot sa tyd not onto thy schyp, Tarchon:For in the schald scho stoppys, and dyd standApon a dry chyngill or bed of sand,A lang tyme all to schakyng with the flude;Quhill fynaly, thar rokkand as scho stude,To brystis scho, and ryvys all in sondyr,Warpyt the men amyd the faym thar vndir;The plankis, hechis, and mony brokyn ayr,That on the streym went flotand heir and thar,Maid to thar landing gret impediment,And slyddry glar so from wallys wentThat oft thar feyt was smyttyn vp on loft:Bot finaly, all drowkyt and forwrocht,Thai salwyt war, and warpyt to the cost.Than na delay of sleuth, nor feir, ne bost,Withheld Turnus, bot with hys haill armeeAganyst Troianys by the cost of the seeHe dyd array all sammyn in that stound.The trumpettis blew thar bludy weirlyke sownd:And fyrst, in syng of gud luk in the weris,Ene the rowtis of the lauboreris,Or rurall husbandis, invadis and ourset,And hes the Latyn commonys haill doun bet,By slauchter fyrst of thar chiftane, Theron,Amang all otheris the biggast man of one,Quhilk set apon Eneas or he wyst:Bot he throw owt hys syde hys sword hes thryst,Persyt the stalwart platit scheild of steill,And throw the schynand hawbrek euery deill;The giltyn mailȝeis makis hym na sted,For in the cost he tholys dynt of ded.Syne smate he Lychas, and hym hes al to torn,That of hys ded moderis waym was furth schorn,And onto Phebus God was consecrait,And was sa chancy in hys ȝong estaitThat he the swerd eschapit by hys hap;Bot not at this tyme so the dedis clap.And not far thens this douchty EneasKyllyt the dowr and stalwart Cysseas,And put to deth the bustuus Gyas strang,That with hys burdoun down haill rowtis dang:Thar strenthy handis helpyt thame na thyng,Nowder Hercules wapynnys nor armyngMycht thame defend, nor ȝit thar syre, that heghtMelampus, and companȝeon was in feghtTo Hercules in hys sair journeis feill,Quhil he in erth was levand and in heill.And lo, as Pharon cryis and dois rowstWith haltand wordis and with mekill woust,Eneas threw a dart at hym that tyde,Quhilk, as he gapyt, in hys mowth dyd glyde.And thou also, the fey Greyk, Cydon,Quhilk strangly luffyt thir ȝong childer ichone,As thou the ȝyng Clytius dyd persew,Quhais ȝallow berd begouth to spryng of new,And was alhaill thy new lust and desyre,Be the rycht hand of this ilk Troiane syreThar had bene maid end of thy amouris greyn,And wrachitly had lyin ded, I weyn,War not the brethir of the clan PhorcanysApon Eneas assemblit all atanys:In numbyr sevyn thai war, and dartis sevinAlsammyn thai kest, forcy as fyry levin;Of quham sum dyd, but harm or other deir,Stot from hys scheild, his hewmet, or hed geir;And sum, that wald haue hyt hys corps in hy,Venus hys haly moder choppyt by.Than to the traist Achates said Ene:Reik me dartis and castyng speris, quod he,That in the Grekis bodeis fixit stude,Quhilum in Troys planys bedyit with blude;And my rycht hand sall thraw thame so ilkaneOn Rutulanys, that nane sal sle invane.A bustuus schaft with that he grippyt has,And incontrar hys aduersaris gan tays,Quhilk flaw towartis Meonyus fast by:Owt throw the scheild platit with steill in hyDuschyt the dynt, and throw the corslettis glydis,Gyrd throw the cost persyng baith the sydis.Onto hym startis Alcanor, hys brothir,To beir hym vp, quhen that he saw hym schuddir,With hys rycht arm, bot throw hys gardy soneThe grundyn hed and bludy schaft ar done,Furth haldand the self randoun as it went;The ryght arm, from the schulder al to rent,Apon the mankyt sennonys hyngis by,As impotent, quyte lamyt, and dedly.Than Numytor furth of hys brotheris corpsRuggis the trunschoun, and with all hys forsIt swakkis at Ene; bot he na mychtHad till attane ne wond the nobill knycht:Ȝyt with the dynt the gret Achates theeHe hurt and strenȝeit has a litill wee.With this come Clawsus, full of vassalage,Confidand in hys ȝouth and florist age,The Curytanys with hym brocht in the pres,And with a lang styf speir ane DryopesSmate in the hals, vnder the chyn, sa sairThat hym byreft was in the place rycht tharBaith voce and spreit of lyfe; and that na wondir;For hys nek bayn and throte war carf in sondir,That doun he duschys with a felloun rerd,Quhil that hys forret raschit on the erd,And of hys mouth, a petuus thing to se,The lopprit blude in ded thraw voydis he.Thre otheris syne this ilk Clawsus has slane,Born into Trace of the clan Boryane;And thre com fra the cite of Idas,And other thre of cite Ismaras,By diuers chancis put he al to ded.Alesus hym recontris in that sted,And all the barnage com from Aurunca,That auld cite; and thame followys alssuaTo that melle the son of Neptunus,That is to knaw, the worthy Mesapus,Quhilk into horsman craft was maist expert.Now presys this syde, and now ȝonderwart,To reill abak and to expell in fyghtThar aduersaris, and mak thame tak the flycht:Thus by the cost Ausonya that tydeHard wolx the batale apon athir syde.As thocht sum tyme amyd the large ayrThe contrar wyndys stryvys heir and thar,With brethfull blastis in thar equale mychtis:Nane lyst obey tyll other, all sa wight is;Nowder thai amang thame self, nor ȝit the clowdis,Ne ȝit the rageand seys, quhilkis sa lowd is;So that the bargane lang standis in dowt,Quha salbe victor, and quha vnderlowt:Sa forcyly remanys the elementisContrary otheris to thar awin ententis.Nane other wys the Troiane hostis in feild,And Latyn rowtis ȝokkit vnder scheild,Metys in the melle: jonyt sammyn thanThai fewtyr fut to fut, and man to man.

CAP. VII

Quhou Pallas confortis his ost of Archadye,Quhilkis gave the bak and tuke purpos to fle.Bot quhen that Pallas at ane owtyr sydePersavyt hys Arcad army that tydeIn sic a place had takyn land attanys,Quhar as a burn had warpyt rowand stanys,And buskis with the brays down had bet,That thai war in sa hard myscheif ourset,As men nocht vsyt forto go feght on fute,And than, constrenyt, knew nane other buyt,For scharpnes of that sted, bot leif thar hors;That weil persauyt he how that on forsThai gave the bak, and schupe to tak the flycht,The Latynys followand thame in all thar mycht:Than, quhile with prayer, now with wordis sowr,Thar curage he enflambis to the stowr,Quhilk maner havyng is suyth, as is the creid,As vtir poynt remedy at sik a neid.My ferys, says he, quhidder do ȝe fle?I ȝou beseik, be ȝour gret renowne,And be ȝour forcy dedis done of ald,And by ȝour pryncis fame, Evander bald,And be the oftis and mony victorysThat ȝe in weir and batale wan feill sys,And be my gude beleif and hoyp, that nowWith haill confidens restis fixt in ȝow,As to atteyn onto my faderis glore,To ondertak sik dedis done before;Do nevir, for schame, onto ȝour self that lak,To lyppyn in speid of fute and gyf the bak.With swerdys dynt behuffis ws, perfay,Throw amyddis our ennemys red owr way.Quhar ȝondir sop of men thikkis in a rowt,Ȝondir is the passage quhar we moste wyn owt;Ȝondir ȝour noble cuntre wyl ȝe pas;Ȝon way to wend exhortis ȝour duke Pallas.Heir is na power of dyvynyte,Nor Goddis mycht gaynstandyng ws, quod he:Nane other bargane haue we in thir fyghtisBot agane dedly and with mortale wightis:Alsmony mortale bodeis heir haue we,And als feill handis to debait the melle.Behaldis, quhou the sey with obstakill gretInclusys ws, and at our bak can bet;On land is left ws heir na place to fle:Quhat! wald ȝe ryn to Troy owt throw the see?Thus said he, and forthwith, or he wald ces,Amyd hys fays ruschit in the pres,Quhar as the rowtis thikast war in stowr.And first of other, to hys fatale howr,Hym metys Lagus, a Rutilyane;Quham fyrst ourrollyt with a mekill stane,Throw gyrd hys cost syne with a castyng dart,Persyng hys rybbys throuch, at the ilk partQuhar beyn the cupplyng of the ryg bone,And the ilk schaft stak in hys cors onone.Pallas it joggillit, and furth drew in hy:Quham ane Hysbon, standand neir tharby,Wenyt to have kawcht, bot the gryp he falyt;For as onwar he stowpyt, and devalyt,Wod wroth for wo of this myschews dedOf hys deir fallow, in the ilk stedPallas hym keppyt syk wys on hys brandThat all the blaid, vp to the hylt and hand,Amyd hys flaffand longis hyd has he,On sik maner that na man mycht it se.Syne Pallas set apon Anchemolus,And Sthenelus, that of the kyng RhetusPrynce of Marrubyanys, ancyent pepill, beyn;The quhilk Anchemolus was that ilk, I weyn,Defowlyt hys faderis bed incestuusly,And had forlayn hys awyn stepmoder by.And ȝe alsso, stowt gemel brether twa,Childer and sonnys onto hym Dawcya;Tymber, I meyn, and thy brother Laryde,Amyd the feild Rutiliane dyd abyde;Ȝe war sa lyke in form and symylitudeNane mycht decern betwix ȝou quhar ȝe stude;Quhilk maner errour, or sik mysknawyng,To fader and mother is oft plesand thyng,Seand thar childer resembill ane lyknes:Bot at this tyme has Pallas, as I ges,Markyt ȝou swa with sic rude differens,That by hys keill ȝe may be knaw fra thens.For swa stud with the, Tymber, thou art ded,Evandrus swerd hes swepyt of thy hed;And thy rycht arm of smyttyn, O Laryd,Amyd the feild lyis the besyde,And half lyfles thi fyngyrris war sterand,Within thy neif doys gryp and faik the brand.Than schame and dolour, mydlit baith ourane,Baldis the pepill Arcad eueryaneTo the bargane aganyst thar ennemys,For Pallas wordis maid thar curage rys,And eik, for thai beheld befor thar eynHys douchty dedis, thai hym love and meyn.For Pallas than throw gyrd Rheteus the kyng,As he on cace glaid by on char fleyng:Na mair space was of tary ne delayThat Ilus deth prolongit the ilk day;For as agane the, Ilo, with fell feirPallas addressyt had a stalwart speir,Rhetheus start in betwix, and cawch the dynt,As he on cace was fleand fers as flyntFrom thy handis, the maist forcy Teucras,And thy brother Tyres, that by the was:Ourweltis Retheus in ded thrawys atanys,And with hys helys smayt the Rutilian planys,Tumlyt from hys hie cart chargit quhar he sat,And on the grund rebundis with a squat.And lyke as sum tyme in the symmyris drowth,Quhen wyndis rysys of the north or sowth,In seir placis the hyrd, at hys desire,Amang the scroggy rammell settis the fyre;Wlcanus hostis of brym flambys redSpredand on breid, vpblesys euery sted;Than he that set the kyndillyng glaid and gayBehaldis quhou that the low doys mak deray,Blesand and crakand with a nyce reuery:Non other wys, the Archadanys in hyAll sammyn socht in feild with all thar mycht,And maid debait to help Pallas in fyght.Bot tho Alesus, keyn into batale,Thame to recontyr etlys, and assaill,And gan hym self weil schrowd vnder his scheild;Syne manfully ruschit amyd the feild,Quhar that he slew ane Ladon, and Pheres,And Demodocus eftir in the pres:As hym Strymonyus by the gorget grippyt,With hys brycht brand hys rycht hand be of quhyppyt;And Thoas syne sa smayt apon the hedWith a gret stane, quhil mixt of blud all redThe harnys poplit furth on the brayn pan.Thys ilk Alesus fader, as witty man,Forto eschew hys sonnys fatys strang,Hyd hym prevely the thik woddis amang:Bot, fra the auld Alesus lay to de,And ȝeldis vp the breth with wawland E,The fatale systeris set to hand onon,And can this ȝong Alesus so dispon,That by Evandrus wapynnys, the ilk stownd,He destinat was to caucht the dedis wond.Towart quham Pallas bownyt has ful sone,And in hys renk on this wys maid hys boyn:Now grant, thou God and fader Tyberyne,Gude chance and fortoun to this hed of myneThe quhilk I tays apon this castyng speir,That it may throw Alesus body scheir;And ȝon harnes, cote armour, and spulȝe brycht,Quhilk now sa weirly schynys on ȝon knycht,Sall hyng apon ane ayk fast by thi bra.The God hys askyn hard, as he dyd pray:For quhil Alesus onavisytlyCled with hys scheild Imaonus, hym by,That was to hym hys frend and fallow deir,Hys breist stud nakyt, but armour or geir,Quharin he Pallas dedly schaft ressauyt.Bot Lawsus, wilfull hys syde to haue savyt,As he that was a gret part of the ost,And lyst not suffir, with sik feir na bost,Or slauchtir maid be Pallas and deray,At his cumpanȝeis suld caucht mair affray,Ruschit in the melle; and first in hys teynSlew Abas, that gret bargane dyd sustene.The thikast sop or rowt of all the pres,Thar as maist tary was, or he wald ces,Thys Lasus al to sparpillyt and invadys:Down bettyn war the barnage of Archadys;Down bettyn eik war the Hethruryanys;And ȝhe also, feil bodeis of Troianys,That war not put by Grekis to vtyrrans.Than all the ostis semlyt with speir and lans,The chiftanys all jonyt with hail poweris,The hyndmast wardis swarmyt all yferis;So thik in staill all marryt wolx the rowt,Oneys mycht ony turn hys hand abowtTo weild hys wapyn, or to schuyt a dart.Full douchtely Pallas on the ta partInforcis hym to greif hys fays that tyde;Lawsus resistis on that othir syde.Thar agis was not far indifferent,And of maist semly statur, quhar thai went,Thai war excellent of bewte baith tway;Bot so it stude, at fortoun, walloway!Wald nother suffir to hys realm resort.And, netheles, to meyt sammyn at schort,As into feild to preif thar hardyment,The governour of hevyn omnipotentLyst na way thoill: for, belyve eftir this,To athir of thame thar dedly fatys, I wys,To ane far grettar aduersar remanys,As heir onon doys follow vnder anys.