The Æneid of Virgil Translated Into Scottish Verse

CAP. IV

Heir followis the sacrifyce and prayer,Fyrst of Eneas, syne kyng Latyn infeir.In the meyn tyme, the kyngis of athir rowtFrom thar citeis and strenthis ischis owt.Amyd a four quhelit char Latyn that thrawWith huge pomp by stedis fowr was draw,Quhais haris and hys tymplis war weil dychtWith ryall crown of fyne gold burnyst brycht,Quharon stud turrettis twelf, lyke bemys scheyn,As it ane rych enornament had beynOf cleir Phebus, that was hys grandschir hald:Nixt quham furth rollyt was prynce Turnus baldWithin a twa quhelyt chariot of delyte,That drawyn was with stedis twa mylk quhyte;In athir hand held he, in feir of weir,The braid hed brangland on the jevillyng speir.The fader Eneas alsso furth withall,Of Romane lynnage the originall,Apon the tother half com thame agane,With byrnyst scheild that brycht as starris schane,And hevynly armour lemand all of lycht:Besyde hym raid Ascanyus the sweit wyght,That semyt weil, till euery manis doym,Ane other gude beleif and hope to gret Roym.Furth come the preste, quhamto accordyt makThe sacrifice of concord and contract,In vestment cleyn, for syk religioun wrocht,And a ȝong byrsyt swyne befor thame brocht,With a rowch twyntyr scheip sammyn infeir,Quhais woll or fleyce was neuer clyp with scheir;The bestis furth hes tursyt this ilke syreOnto the altar blesand of hait fyre.The princis tho, quhilkis suld this payce makyng,Turnys towartis the brycht sonnys vprysyng,With the salt meldyr in thar handis raith;The forrettis of thir bestis toppys baithThey clyp and myssour, as tho was the gys,And cowpys full of wyne in sacryfysAbowt the altaris ȝettis he and he.With drawyn swerd syne the reuthfull EneeHys orison furth maid, and thus he said:O thou brycht son, with thy scheyn bemys glaid,Be wytnes now till my behest, I pray;And this ilk grund mot testyfy quhat I say,For quham sa gret payn and aduersyteI sufferit haue feill syth on land and see;And thou almychty Jove heir my prayer;Saturnus douchtir, thou hys spows sa deir,Now mor benyng than thou was of befor,Sweit Goddes, heir me now, I the implor;And gentill Mars now takis tent heirtill,That withhaldis and writhis at thy willEvery batale, stryfe, weirfar, or debait,Vndyr thy hie power deificait:All fludys I call, fontanys, and stremys cleir,And all maner of reuerend Goddis seirAbuf the hevyn ydred and starrit sky;And ȝow eik, blyssyt wightis, I testify,That vnder erth or law in hell doun beyn,Or in the fomy seis stremys greyn:Gif so betyd, that fallys the victoryTo Turnus on the Ausonyan party,It is conuenient, and we grant to fle,As venquyst folk, till Evandrus cite:Ascanyus sall als tyte thir feildis withdraw,Nor Eneadanys neuir, from the ilk thraw,Aganyst ȝou sall rebell nor move weir,Ne with na wapynnys eft thys cuntre deir.Bot gif so beys, Mars our God gloriusThe victory and ouyrhand grantis ws;As I beleif far rathar sall befall,And that als tyte conferm mot Goddis allThrow the gret mychtis of thar deite!Gif that sa fair fortoun betydis me,Ne will I not command ItalianysTobe subiect, nor obey the Troianys,Ne ȝit this realm desyre I not to me:Bot athir of our pepill mot go fre,Onthrall, onvenquyst, in lawys all evynlyConsiderat in perpetuall ally.The wirschipyng of Goddis in sacryficeI sal thame lern and tech at my devys:My fader in law, the kyng Latinus heir,Most rewle the pepill baith in peax and wer;My fader in law, as souerane lord and syre,Duryng hys lyfe most bruke solempnyt empyre.Suffir my Troianys than, as we ar bovn,For me to beild a strenth and wallyt tovn,And to this cite, quhar we sall duell at hame,Lat the madyn Lavinia gif the name.Thus first Eneas said; and eftir syneApon this wys hym followys kyng Latyn,Behaldand towart hevyn quhar he dyd stand,And to the starnys vphevyis hys rycht hand:By this ilk erth, seys, and starnys hie,I sweir in like wys onto ȝou, Enee,And by Latonas byrth or twynnys twa,The brycht Apollo, and chast Diana,And by the dowbill frontit Janus, and allThe pyssans of the Goddis infernal,And by the dyrk sanctuary, blak as sabill,Of grevos Pluto, that God revengeabill:The hie fader abuf mot heir my cry,That dois with thundir sik concord ratify.I twich thyr altaris, and ingill present, quod he,And testifyis ilk godly maieste;Sail nevir tyme, sesson, nor day betyde,To breke this peax on the Italian syde,Ne this considerans anys part in two,Quhat way that evir happynys the mater go;Ne na manner of violens, bost, nor aw,Sail ony wys me tharfra withdraw,Bot ferm and stabill all sall haldyn be:All thocht the erth wald myddill with the see,And with diluge or invndatioun schentCovir and confund athir eliment;Or thocht the hevyn in hell resolue wald,Our promys sall inuiolat be hald.Lyke as this ilk ceptour wand ȝhe see,(Perchans that tyme a ceptour in hand bair he)Sail nevir burgioun, nor spred branschis lyte,Nowder rank levys, nor blosum of delyte,Sen it is anys in wod, thar as it grew,Law from hys stok hard by the rutis hew,And wantis now hys moder of nurysyng;For all the syonys and twystis wont to spryngOr grow thar fra, as ȝhe may se perfay,With egge lumys bene sned full quyte away;Vmquhile a growand tre, thar it dyd stand,That now thus by the crafty warkmanis handInclusyt is and coverit lustelyIn burnyst gold and finast alcomy,And gevyn our forfaderis of Latyn land,As ceptour ryall, forto bere in hand.With wordis sik, and ferm relatioun,This fynal suyr confideratiounAthir pryncis has confermyt and sworn,Amyd thar nobillys standyng thame beforn:Syne, eftyr thar auld cerymonys and gys,The bestis dewly adrest for sacryfysThai brytnyt haue amyd the flawmys red,And rentis out, or thai war fully ded,The entralys of all thir bestis ȝit alyve;Syne furth of platis or ballancis belyveWith pasyt flesch plenyst the altaris large,Tharon bestowand in hepys mony a charge.Bot tho begouth of new this ilk barganeSemyng to the Rutilianys, euery man,Tobe ane rycht onevynly interprys,And diuers rumour can in thar brestis rys,With mony syndry demyng and consait;He thynkis thus, and he ane other gait;And ay the nerrar and mar diligentlyAt thai the mater consider and aspy,Weill thai persaue and behaldis, sans faill,Thir campionys war not of strenth equaill.And onto this opinioun the ilk thrawHelpit mekill, that with still pays so slawThis Turnus musand towart the altar past,And it lawly adornyt with face doun cast,With chekis walxin leyn, to thar semyng,Quharon the soft berd newly dyd furth spryng,As all to ȝyng with sic ane to haue daill,Thai thocht hys vissage all becummyng paill.

CAP. V

Quhou Juturna be slycht and enchantmentBrekis the peax, and hasty batale sent.And eftyr that this ilk commonyngThus walxand mare and mare by mony a syngJuturna hys systyr dyd persaue,And saw the common wlgar hartis waveIn diuers sentens and ententis seir;Than in amyd the rowtis drew scho neir,In form and lyknes of Camertis bald,Of nobill blude cummyn and lynage ald,And of hys fader the bruyt and renowneWas magnifeit in wirschip wondir hie,Tharto hym self maste douchty chevellerIn dedis of armys and in fait of weir.Amyd the ostis this wys dyd scho thryng,Not onexpert to convoy sik a thing,And diuers rumouris in the pres skalis sche,Syne siclyke wordis carpis apoun hie:O Rutilianys, aschame ȝhe not for feirInto sa gret a perrell and dangerA sylly sawle to put in aventour,That for ȝow all sall vndirly sik cuyr?Quhidder ar we not equale in our ententTo the Troianys in number or hardyment?Lo, all the Troianys and ArchadianysBefor ws heir arrayt on the planys:The fatall pissans is hail in this sted,And the Tuscanys that Turnus hes at fed.Sa few tha beyn, ȝhe may behald and se,That gif we list mak onset, trastis me,The half of all our menȝe gret and smallSail not fynd ȝondyr a fa to mach withall.Ȝon Turnus, to the Goddis abuf full straucht,To quhais altaris hym vowyt and betauchtHe hes for ȝou, as that ȝhe se, said sche,With fame eternal sal vpheit be,As euermar alyve and maist name couth,Carpit and sung in euery mannis mowth;Quhen we, as thrallys, leif sal our natyve land,And onto prowd tyrrantis, hes the ovirhand,Salbe compellit as lordis till obey,That now, thus sleuthfully, sa fant and feyHufys still on thir feldis as we war ded,And for our self list schape for na remeid.With siclike wordis the myndis and consaitOf the ȝongkeris was inflawmyt hait,And mair and mar now, all the feld abowt,The murmur crepys out throw euery rowt;So thai quhilkis air desyrit peax and rest,And for the common weill thocht it was bestTo mak end of the bargane on this wys,Ar alterit haly in ane other avys:For now desyre thai batale, but abaid,Prayand God this contract had neuer bene maid,And has compassioun caucht in hart, but faill,Of Turnus chans, semyng so inequale.Thys self tyme eik hes Juturna, I wys,Ane other grettar wondir ekit to this,And heich vp from the hevyn befor thame planeA takyn hes scho schawyn auguriane;Syk a syng, that nane other to that ententWas mar effectuus nor conuenientTo trubbill Italian myndis, and mak thame raif,And with fals demonstratioun to dissaue.For Jovis fowle, the ern, com sorand by,Fleand vp heich towart the brycht red sky,Befor hym catchand ane gret flycht or ostOf fowlys that dyd hant endlang the cost,Quhilk on thar weyngis, sair dredand hys wraik,Skrymmys heir and thar with mony sprauch and craik;Quhil suddanly this egill with a surs,As he towartis the fludis maid hys curs,Dispittuusly intill hys punsys heHes claucht a swan excellent of bewte.Than the Italianys apon athir sydeRasyt thar myndis to se quhat suld betyde;And sone the other fowlys heich in the skyTurnyt agane with mony screym and cry,To chais and to assail thar aduersar,A wondir thing to se! vp in the air:The lyght thai dirkyn with thar pennys thik,And throw the skyis with mony a strake and pik,Sammyn in a sop, thik as a clowd, but baid,Thar fa thai dyd assalȝe and invaid,Sa lang, quhil that by fors he was ourset,And of the hevy byrdyng sa mait and hetThat hys mycht falȝeit, and of his clukis rudeThe egil leit hys pray fall in the flude,And vp amang the clowdis flaw away.Than the Rutilianys all, full glaid and gay,With huge brute and clamour lowd onaneSalust this syng or takyn augurian;Syne sped thar hand, and maid thame for the fight.And, first of othir, Tolumnyus the wight,That was a spa man and diuinour sle;Ȝa, this was it, ȝa, this was it, quod he,Quhilk oft I visseit and desirit by and by:This gud takyn I ressaue and ratify,And knawys the Goddis favour in our supple.Rutilianys, hynt ȝour wapynnys, and follow me,Quham now ȝon vauengeour, ȝon ilk stranger,Affrays so with hys onworthy weir,Lyke tyll onweldy fowlys on the cost,And our marchis with fors and mekill bostInuadis, rubbis, and spulȝeis, as ȝe se:He sall, for fer, sone gif the bak and fle,Mak sail onon, and hald for euer awayThrou the deip sey outour the fludis gray.Tharfor ȝhe sall all sammyn, with ane assent,Assembil now ȝour rowtis heir present,And into feild defend, as men of mayn,Ȝour kyng Turnus he be nocht reft and slane.Thus said he, and with that word als sa fastTowartis his fais forganys hym dyd castA weirly dart onon with all his byr:The sovir schaft flaw quhisland with a quhir,Thar as it slydis scherand throw the ayr,Oneschewabill, bath certane, lang, and squar.Sammyn with this, vp rysis for the nanysAne huge noys and clamour all at anys;With sik affray and hydduus dyn and beirThe wardis all and ostis war on steir,That, for the rerd and deray, hait in ireThe hartis kyndillis of euery bald syre.Furth flaw the takill rycht our forgane his face,Thiddir as for the ilk tyme stude, percace,Nyne brethir germane, fresch and ȝyng of age,Nane in thar ost mair semly personage,Quham the trew faithfull wife Tyrrhene ilkaneBair till hir spows Gilip Archadiane;Of quham this dart hyt ane, thar he dyd stand,A gudly spryngald, a fair ȝyng galland,Richt schaiply maid, in armour schynand brycht,And at the myddill markyt hym full rycht,Quhar as the wovyn gyrdill or tyscheAbufe his navill was beltit, as we se,And smate hym evyn into the sammyn placeNeyr quhar the bukkill hys sydis dyd enbrace,Throw gyrd hys body with a grevos wond,And spaldyt hym stark ded apon the grond.Bot than hys bald brethir in a rowt,Wod wraith for wo, sum hyntis swerdis owt,Sum claucht in hand the dart with the steil hed,And in thar blynd fury, full of fed,Ruschit on thar fays with a feirfull braid.Aganys quham to resist and invaid,The rowtis of the army LawrentanysRan to recontyr thame: and tho atanysAgane assemblit, as a spait of flud,The Troianys and the Tuscanys wraith and wod,With thame of Arcad in arrayt feildis,With burnyst armour and thar payntit scheildis;Apon sik wys that all, with ane assent,Caucht haill desyre to feght apon the bent,And to dereyn in feild with bytand brandThe haill mater. Sum schot doun with thar handThe altaris markyt for the sacryfys:Belyve our all the lyft vp semyt rysThe fell tempest of dartis schote and flanys,So thik as ony schour of scharp hailstanys,As dyd incres this flycht of stelit hedis;Full grewos grew the bargane in all stedis:Sum ran to the wyn flacconys for gret ire,And sum hynt vp the furnace full of fyre.The kyng hym self, Latinus, for the affrayFled to the cite, and tursyt with hym awayHys Goddis and hys mawmentis, drevyn abakWith a schamefull rebute and mekill lak,Left the concord ondone, not brocht till end.Sum brydillys stedis, and cartis vp dyd bend,And sum in haist with a lowp or a swakThame self vpcastis on the horsys bak,And war all reddy in the stowr at handWith drawyn swerd and nakit burnyst brand.Mesapus, full desyrus in the presFortill confund the trety and the pes,A kyng Tyrreyn, Aulestes, in that stedWith kyngis ensenȝeis and with crown on hed,Affrays sore, at hym dryvand hys steid:The tother drew away for feir and dreid,And bakwartis fallys on hys schuldris and crovn,Onhappely, apon ane altar dovn,Quhilk stud percace behynd hym on the land.Mesapus than, full fers, with speir in handApon hym drave, thocht he besocht hym fair,And with this schaft, that was als rude and squarAs it had beyn a cabyr or a spar,Dovn from hys stowt cursor, na thyng skar,Smait hym a grewos wond and dedly byt,And syne thir wordis said; Ha, art thou hyt?Ha, that thou has: this is, be myne avys,To our gret Goddis mair ganand sacrifys.Italianys hurlys on hym in a floyt,Spulȝeit hys corps, hys membris ȝit all hoyt.Chorineus tho, that was a stowt Troiane,To meit ane Ebusus, com hym agane,That wald haue smyt hym with a bustuus dynt,And on ane altar a byrnand schide has hynt,And gan it rycht amyd hys vissage stair,That blesyt vp hys lang berd of hair,Quhilk, scaldit thus, a strang fleur dyd cast.And forthir this Chorineus alsso fastRuschit on hys fa, thus fyrefangit and onsaucht,And with hys left hand by the hair hym claucht:Syne with hys kne hym possit with sic a plat,That on the erd he spaldit hym all flat,And with hys styf stok swerd in sik estaitThrou baith the sydis at the first dynt hym smait.And Podalirius with drawyn swerd list not cesAlsus the hyrd to persew throu the pres,Quhilk ruschis abak for feir, hys life to save,In the vangart, throw mony a poyntit glave:Bot, quhen he saw his fa sa neir invaidThat he na wys mycht eschew nor evaid,Vphesit he hys braid ax rude and squair,And akwartly strake at hys aduersar,Quhilk from amyd hys forhed, neir hys crovn,Onto hys chyn the egge dyd carvyn doun,That far onbreid hys armour, quhar he stude,Was all bysprent and blandit full of blude.Tho Podalirius the hard rest dyd oppres,Or cald and irny sleip of dethis stres;And vp the breith he ȝald into thar sycht,With eyn closyt in euerlestand nycht.

CAP. VI

Enee sair wondyt of the feild dyd pas;In quhais absens Turnus mair cruell was.Than the reuthfull and pacient Eneas,Behaldand quhou all wrang the gem dyd pas,Hys rycht hand onenarmyt, to stynt thar fed,Furth strekis, and oncoverit hes hys hed,And cryis and clepis on his pepill tho;My frendis deir, quhidder now hurl ȝe so,Ilkane aganys other? quhou may this be?Quhat has movit this hasty discord? quod he.O, stanch ȝour wraith for schame, or all is lorn!The payce and concord now is twichit and sworn,And the articulis and the lawys dyngAppunctit vp, and promist euery thing:Of det and ryght I aucht apon this landAllane Turnus recontyr, hand for hand:Suffir me perform my dereyn by and by,And do away all dreid and villany.I sall with my hand sone mak ferm and stabillOur appoyntment, for evir onvariabill;For this ilke sacrifice violate in this stedSall rendir onon Turnus to me ded.Amyd sic sawys, as he thir wordis saidForto asswage thar mynd, but mar abaidA quhirrand arrow, lo, with fedderit flychtAt swift randon dyd in hys the bayn lycht;Oncertane fra quhat hand that it was sent,Quhat kynd of schote, nor of quhat instrument.The hie glory of sa notabill a deidIs hyd, that nane knew quha it dyd but dreid,Nor wist quha wrocht had to the RutilianysSa gret wirschip and lovyng for the nanys;Quhidder it betyd on cace and aventur,Or of sum God be dispositioun suyr;Nor nevir person eftir, he nor he,Dyd hym avant he wondit had Ene.Quhen Turnus all the chiftanys trublit saw,And Eneas sair wondit hym withdraw,Than, for this hasty hope als hait as fyre,To mell in feght he caucht ardent desyre:He askis hors and harnes baith at anys,And haltandly in hys cart for the nanysHe skippis vp and musturis wantonly,Furth sprentand throu the feildis by and by,And at his will, quharso hym list tobe,With hys awyn hand the renȝeis rewlis he.And dryvand furth thus into his ireLaid feill corpsis ded, and mony bald syre;Down strowand eik vnder fut in the planeDiuers otheris ȝit throwand and half slane:Owder with his cart the rowtis he drave away,Or, as thai tuke the flycht for gret affray,Castyng speris and dartis scharp hynt he,And leit thame thik amang his fays fle.Sik wys as bludy armipotent God Mars,Besyde hys frosty flude Hebrum in Tras,Full hastely bownand to batale feild,Makis gret bruyt and clatteryng with hys scheild,Quhen he list movyng weir mast chevalrus;Furth steris hys stedis, fers and furyus,Quhilk fleys furth sa swith with mony a stendOwtour the planys at large quhar thai wend,That thai forryn and goys befor alwayȜephyrus and Nothus, swyftest wyndis tway:And, with the dyn of thar feyt and hys cart,All Trace gronys onto the ferthar part.Abowt hym walkis, as hys godly feris,Dreid with paill face, Debait, and mortale Weris,The Wraith, and Ire, and eik fraudfull Dissait,Lyggyng vndir covert at enbuschment or await.Turnus siclike, als chery, prowd, and lycht,Amyd the batale catchys to the fychtHys stedys, rekand of swete quhar thai raid.And sa baldly hys fays dyd invaid,With sik slauchter, that piete was to se;And sik deray has maid in the melle,That hys swyft stedis hovys, quhar thai went,Spangit vp the bludy sparkis our the bent,Quhil blude and brane, in abundans furth sched,Mydlit with sand vndir hors feit was tred.For he, or now, hes doun bet Sthenelus,And kyllit eik Thamyrys and Polus:The formast twa he slew machit at hand;And this Polus, as he far of dyd stand:On far eik slew he of ImbrasyusThe sonnys twa, Glawcus and Iasus,Quham this Imbrasyus fosterit had, baith twa.Into the far cuntre of Lycia,And thame instrukit had full equalyIn fait of armys, and to hant chevelry;Owder till assaill befor, or ȝit behynd,Or with swift hors for till forryn the wynd.Ȝond, in ane other part, amyd the feildThe fers Eumedes walkis vnder scheild,Quhilk was the son and air, as that thai tell,Of agit Dolon valȝeant in batell:The name he bair of hys fore grandschir wight,Bot the strang handis and stowt curage in fightOf hys awyn fader, this Dolon, he bair;Quhilk at Troy vmquhile, as the sege lay thar,Ane was of sa stowt curage and hie willThat he durst ask the chariot of AchillTo his reward, for that he sa baldlyThe Grekis tentis tuk on hand to aspy:Bot the son of Tedeus, Diomed,Ane other fassoun hes hym quyt his meidFor sa stowt ondyrtakyn, and hym sleuch:And ȝit for all his renovn, provit eneuch,Ne durst anys pretend, for all hys dedys,That he was worthy to weld Achillys stedys.Bot to our purpos; this forsaid EumedesAs Turnus dyd behald ȝond in the pres,On the plane feld thar as he dyd ryde,First weill a far way at hym leyt he glydeA fleand dart; and furth with that, rycht thar,Gan stynt hys horssis and his quhirland char,And ferely dyd lepyng from hys cart,And sone apon hys aduersar astart,Quhilk tho was fall to grond, and half deill ded:Syne with hys fut doun thryst in the ilk stedHys fair nek bayn, and owt of hys rycht handRicht austernly has he thrawyn the brand,Quhilk schynand brycht into hys throte he wet,And tharto ekyt thir wordys wondyr het:O thow prowd Troian, lyggand thar at grond,Now may thou myssour the feld at thou has fund;Lo heir the bundis, lo heir Hesperia,Quhilk thou to seik in weirfar was sa thra:Thys is the bontay thai sal bair awayThat dar with wapynnys or armour me assay!To hym in feir also has he laidWith a scharp castyn hed, but mair abaid,Ane Butys, and eftyr hym ane Chloreus,Syne Sybar, Dares, and Thersilocus,And Thymetes, a man of full gret fors,Castyn from hys staffage, skeich, and hedstrang hors.And as the blastis with thar bustuus sovnFrom mont Edon in Trace cumis thuddand dounOn the deip sey Egean fast at hand,Chasand the flud and wallys to athir land;And quhar the wyndis assalys, the suyth to say,The clowdis fleys fast our the hevyn away:The sammyn wys, quhat way at Turnus went,The rowtis red hym plane rovm on the bent,And all the ostis fast abak dyd fle;For, with sik fors and fard furth dryvys he,Hys bissy movand tymbrell euery artCatchis the wynd and ayr forgane hys cart.Phegeus, a Troiane, seand Turnus all madSa instantly assaill with strakis sad,Na langar mycht hym thoill, bot with bald hartHym self kest in the way to meit hys cart;And he the renys in hys ryght hand hynt,Syne writhit hes about, or euer he stynt,The fomy mowthis of the hasty stedis.And as this douchty man, sa gud at nedis,Thus hang and harlyt was in euery artBy the lymouris and hamys of the cart,That he hys body mycht nocht kepe nor held,To covyr with hys armour and his scheld,The speir hym followis with scharp hed and braid,And rent hys hawbrik of dowbill plyis maid,Hurt his body sum deill, nocht fully sond,Persand the hyde, and maid a litill wond.He, nocht the les, agane hys fa furth sprent,With hys braid scheild or target evir vp stent,And in hys hand held drawyn the burnyst blaid,Cryand for help his aduersar till invaid;Quham tho, allace, gret piete was to se!The quhirland quheill and spedy swyft extreSmate doun to grond, and on the erd lay plat:And, as he fell, Turnus followis with that,And evyn betwix the helm can hym arrasAnd vmast roll or hem of hys curas,Smait of his hed clenly with hys brand,And left the corps lyke a stok in the sand.

CAP. VII

Na mannys cuyr nor craft of surrurgyneMycht heill Eneas, bot Venus medycyn.And as Turnus thus in the batale stedWith the ovirhand sa feil corps laid ded,The meyn quhil Mnestheus and traste AchatesHes led the bald Eneas of the pres,Ascanyus ȝyng with thame in cumpany,And to the tentis brocht hym all bludy,With steppis slaw furth stalkand all in feir,Lenand ilk pays on a lang poyntit speir.Wod wroth he worthis, for dysdene and dispyteThat he ne mycht hys ferys succur als tyte:He wrythis, and enforsys tyll owtdrawThe schaft in brokkyn, and the hed withall:He axis help at all thar standand by,Quhat was the nerrest way and maist reddy;And bad thai suld with a scharp knyf that tydeScheir doun the wond, and mak it large and wyde,Rype to the boddum weill, and tak gude tentTo sers the hyrnys quhar that the hed was went,That thai mycht hast thame self, but mair delay,To the batale, forto stynt this effray.Now was thar than present in the presIapis, that was son of Iasides.Abuf all otheris to the God Phebus heWas best belovyt and haldyn in dante;With quhais favour vmquhile strangly caucht,This God Appollo gladly has hym tauchtHys craftis and his officis, by and by,Of diuinatioun or of augury,The musik tonys to play on harp waill sle,And forto schute and lat swyft arrowis fle.Bot this Iapis, fortill prolong, perfay,Hys faderis fatis, quhilk as bedrall layBefor hys ȝet, of hys lyfe in dispar,Had levyr haue knawyn the sciens and the lair,The myght and fors of strenthy herbys fyne,And all the cunnyng of vse of medycyne,And with sik secrete craftis prevelyTo leid hys lyfe and tyme mair esely.Eneas standis byttyrly chidand,Lenand apon a bustuus speir in hand,Amyd gret confluens of thir childer ȝyng,And eik his son Ascanyus fair wepyng;Bot he na thing hym movit at thar terys.Than this Iapis, sage and ald of ȝheris,With habyt schapyn on furrugyn mak,Vprollit weill and wymplit far abak,Rycht bissely with hys nait handis twayBegouth fortill exem, and till assayThe wond with mony crafty medycyn,And mychty herbys taucht be God Appollyn;Bot all for nocht his travale and hys pane.Oft with hys rycht hand sersis he, invane,To rype the owtgait of the wond sa wyde,And forto seik the schaft on euery syde,With hys wynrys and grippand turcas sleTo thrist the hed, and draw furth, pressis he:Bot, for na chance that evir betyd may,Wald fortoun dres hys hand the sovir way;Na thing avalyt hys crafty medycyne,Nor ocht hym helpys his master Appollyn.And now the grisly dreid, ay mair and mair,Our all the feildis walkis heir and thar,Nerrar drawys the perrell and affray;So that all dyrknyt wolx the cleir dayOf dusty puldir in the hevyn dyd stand;The horsmen all approchis fast at hand,That dartis thik amyd the tentis fell:Wofull clamour with mony cry and ȝellWent to the skyis of ȝong men faucht in feild,And thame that swelt, sair wondit vnder scheild.Venus hys moder tho, this pane to meys,Caucht rewth and piete of hir sonnys dyseys,And from the wod of mont Ida in CreitVp hes scho pullit dictam, the herb sweit,Of levis rank, rypit, and wondir fair,With sprowtis, sprayngis, and vanys our alquhar,As that we se on sik verdour spryngand,And on the top a purpour flour curland:Sik gresis gude beyn no wys onknawTo the wyld bestis, quhen that ony thrawThai with the fleand arrow beyn ourtak,The hed stikand owther in syde or bak.Thiddir brocht Venus this herb; and scho was schrowdBaith face and body, in a watry clowd;And with the herb alsso mydlit hes scheThe hailsum thryfty watir wondir sle,That from hir brycht lippys scho ȝet in hy;And temperis and enbalmys prevelyThe plastyr tharwith, strynkland all ouraneThe hailsum jus of herb ambrosian,And the weill smelland herb hait panaces.This ancyent surrigian, Iapes,With sik watir or jus, that he nocht knew,The wond mesys, and softnyt hes of new:And suddanly the payn vanyst als cleynOf hys body, as thocht it had beynBot a dyrlyng or a litill stond;All blud stanchit and stud in the deip wond.Tharwith baith hed and schaft com owt droppand,But ony pull following of manis hand,That strenth and fors of new to mak debaitRestoryt war onto thar ald estait.Harnes, harnes, bryng hym hydder in hy!Quhy stand ȝe sa? Iapis gaue a cry;And with this word aganyst thar fays heHes first thar spreit inflammyt to melle.O Eneas, quod he, I mak ȝou suyr,Throw manis mycht was neuer wrocht this cuyr,Nor be na mastir craft of medycyne;Thou art not helyt by this hand of myne,Bot be sum grettar God, full weill I se,The quhilk to grettar workis preservis the.Eneas tho, desyrus of bargane,Hys lymmys in legharnes gold beganeClaspyt full clos, and dyd hym self array;Bad speid in haist, for he hatit delay:He schuke and branglit fast his speir that tyde.And eftir hys active scheild was by his sydeCowchit full meit, and on his bak full thikSesyt his curace or hys fyne hawbrik,Ascanyus ȝyng tendirly the ilk place,With all his harnes bilappit, dyd embrace,And throw his helmys ventall a litill weHym kyssyt hes; syne on this wys said he:O thou my child, do lernyng, I the pray,Vertu and verray laubour till assayAt me, quhilk am thy fader, as thou wait;Desyre tobe chancy and fortunateAs othir pryncis, quhilkis mair happy beyn.Now sall my rycht hand thy querrell susteyn,And the defend in batale by and by,To mak the partisman of gret senȝeory.Do thou siclyke, I pray the, myne awyn page,Als fast as thou cumis to perfyte age,Ramembir heiron, and revolue in thy myndThy lynage, thy forbearis, and thy kynd;Exempill of prowes in the steris frendis befor,Baith fader Eneas and thyne vncle Hector.