VOLUME II. (continued 3)

Thow hie renown of Martis chevalry, Quhilk gladis euery gentill wight to heir, Gif thou mycht Mars and Hercules deify, Quharfor beyn nobillys to follow prowes swer? Weill auchtin eldris exemplis ws to steir5 Tyll hie curage, all honour till ensew: Quhen we consider quhat wirschip tharof grew, All vyce detest, and vertu lat ws leyr. Prowes, but vyce, is provit lefull thyng By haly scriptur into syndry place,10 Be Machabeus, Josue, Dauid kyng, Mychael, and eyk hys angellys full of grace, That can the dragon furth of hevynnys chace With vailȝeand dyntis of ferm myndis contrar: Nane other strokis nor wapynnys had thai thar,15 Nother speir, buge, pol ax, swerd, knyfe, nor mace. In takynnyng that in chevalry or fyght Our myndis suld haue just ententioun, The grond of batale fundyt apon rycht; Not for thou lyst to mak discentioun,20 To seik occasyons of contentioun, Bot rype thy querrell, and discus it plane: Wrangis to reddres suld wer be vndertane, For na conquest, reif, skat, nor pensioun. To speke of moral vertuus hardyment,5 Or rather of dyvyne, is myne entent; For warldly strenth is febill and impotent In Goddis sight, and insufficient. The Psalmyst says, that God is not content In mannys stalwart lymmys nor strenth of cors,10 Bot into thame that trastis in hys fors, Askand mercy, and dredand jugement. Strang fortitud, quhilk hardyment cleip we, Abuf the quhilk the vertu souerane Accordyng pryncis, hecht magnanymyte,15 Is a bonte set betwix vicis twane: Of quham fuyl hardynes clepit is the tane, That vndertakis all perrellis but avice; The tother is namyt schamefull cowardyce, Voyd of curage, and dolf as ony stane.20 The first is hardy all owt by mesur, Of tyme nor rayson gevis he na cuyr, No dowt he castis, bot all thinkis suyr, Nocht may he suffir, nor hys hait endur: The tother is of all prowes sa puyr,25 That evir he standis in feir and felloun dreid, And nevir dar vndertak a douchty deid, Bot doith all curage and all manheid smuyr. The first soundis towart vertu sum deill, Hardy he is, couth he be avyse; Of hardyment the tother has na feill:5 Quhou may curage and cowardys agre? Of fortitud to compt ȝou euery gre, As Arestotill in hys Ethikis doith expres, It wald, as now, conteyn our lang proces; Quharfor of other chevalry carp will we.10 Gyf Crystis faithfull knychtis lyst ws be, So as we aucht, and promyst hes at font, Than mon we byde baldly, and neuer fle, Nowder be abasyt, tepyt, nor ȝit blunt, Nor as cowartis to eschew the first dunt.15 Pawle witnessith, that nane sall wyn the crown, Bot he quhilk dewly makis hym reddy bown To stand wightly, and feght in the forfront. And quha that sall nocht wyn the crown of meid, That is to say, the euerlestand blys,20 The fyre eternall neidlyngis most thai dreid: For Cryst into his gospell says, I wys, Quha bydis nocht with me contrar me is: And gif thou be aganyst God, but weir Than art thou wageour onto Lucifer.25 God salf ws all from sik a fyre as this! The armour of our chevalry, perfay, So the Apostyll techis ws expres, Not corporall bot sperituall beyn thai, Our conquyst haill, our vassellage and prowes, Aganyft spretis and pryncis of myrknes;5 Not agane man, owr awyn brother and mait, Nor ȝit aganyst our maker to debait, As rabell tyll all vertu and gudnes. The flesch debatis aganys the spiritual gost, Hys hie curage with sensual lust to law,10 And, be the body victor, baith ar lost; The spreit wald vp, the cors ay down list draw: Thy secund fa the warld, ane other thraw, Makis strang assaltis of covatys and estait, Aganyst quham is full perrellus debait;15 Thir fays famyliar beyn full quaynt to knaw. Lyff in thy flesch as master of thy corps, Lyf in this warld as nocht ay to remane; Resist the fendis slycht with all thy fors, He is thy ancyent ennemy, werst of ane;20 A thousand wylys he hes, and mony a trane, He kendillis oft thy flesch in byrnand heit, He causys wrachit plesans seym full sweit, And, for nocht, of this fals warld makis the fane. He is thy fa and aduersar principall,25 Of promyssioun wald the expell the land, For he the sammyn lost, and caucht a fall; Enfors the strangly contrar hym to stand. Rays hie the targe of faith vp in thy hand, On hed the halsum helm of hoip onlace, In cheryte thy body all embrace,5 And of devoit oryson mak thy brand. Stand at defens, and schrynk not for a schore: Thynk on the haly marthyris at ar went, Thynk on the payn of hell, and endles glore, Thynk quhou thy Lord for the on rude was rent,10 Thynk, and thou fle fra hym, than art thou schent, Thynk all thou sufferis ontyll hys paynis nocht is, Thynk with quhou precyus pryce as thy sawll bocht is, And ay the moder of grace in mynd enprent. Feill beyn thy fays, fers, and full of slycht,15 Bot be thou stalwart campioun and knycht; In feild of grace with forsaid armour brycht Thou may debait thame lyghtly in ilk fyght: For of fre will thyne acton is sa wight Nane may it pers, wilt thou resist and stand;20 Becum thow cowart, crawdoun recryand, And by consent cry cok, thy ded is dycht. Thynk quhou that fa is waik and impotent, May venquys nane bot thame lyst be ourcum; He sal the nevir ourset, but thy consent.25 Eith is defens to say nay, or be dum; And for thy weill, lo, thys is all and sum: Consent nevir, and thou sall nevir be lost, By disassent thou may venquys ane ost, And, for anys ȝa, tyne thy meid euery crum. Na wondir is; for by exempill we se,5 Quha servys hys souerane intill all degre Full mony days, and eftir syne gif he Commyttis anys trayson, suld he nocht de, Les than hys prynce, of gret humanyte, Pardoun hys falt for hys lang trew seruys,10 Gyf he wald mercy craif? The sammyn wys We beyn forgevyn, so that repent will we. Bot quhat avalys begyn a strang melle, Syne ȝeld the to thy fa, but ony quhy, Or cowartly to tak the bak and fle?15 Na; thar sall nane optene hie victory, Les thai sustene the bargane dowchtely; And quha so perseueris to the end Ane conquerour and campioun euir is kend, With palm of triumphe, honour, and glory.20 The maist onsilly kynd of fortoun is To haue beyn happy; Boetius techis so; As, to haue beyn in welth and hartis blys, And now tobe dekeit and in wo: Richt so, quha vertuus was, and fallys tharfro. 25 Of verray rayson malewrus hait is he; And ȝit, by grace and hys fre volunte, He may recovir meryt agane alsso. I say, be grace; for quhen thou art in grace, Thou may eik grace to grace, ay mor and mor; Bot quhen thou fallys be syn tharfra, allace!5 Of thy meryte thou gettis hyr nevirmor: Ȝit quhen thou dewly disponys the tharfor, Doand all that in the thar may be done, Of hys gudnes the etern Lord alssone Restorys the meryt, with grace in arlys of glore.10 Haill thy meryt thou had tofor thy fall, That is to say, thy warkis meritabill, Restorit ar agane baith gret and small, And grace tharto, quhilk is sa profitabill That thou tharby to eik meryt art habill;15 Bot nocht ilk gre of grace thou had befor; That gettis thou not sa soyn, quhill forthyrmor: Be war tharfor, fall not, bot standis stabill. For lyke as quha offendit had hys lord, That lang tofor hys trew servand had bene,20 And syne agane becumis at ane accord With hys master, all thocht hys lord wald meyn On hys ald seruyce, ȝit netheles, I weyn, He sall nocht soyn be tendir, as he was ayr: Be war tharwith, and kepe ȝou fra the snair,25 Tyne nocht ȝour laubour and ȝour thank betweyn. Exempill takis of this prynce Ene, That, for hys fatale cuntre of behest, Sa feill dangeris sustenyt on land and see, Syk stryfe in stour sa oft with speir in rest, Quhill he hys realm conquest bath west and est:5 Sen all this dyd he for a temporall ryng, Pres ws to wyn the kynryk ay lestyng, Addres ws fast fortill opteyn that fest. He may be callyt, as says sanct Augustyn, Ane delicat, owr esy, crystyn knycht,10 Refusys to thoill traval, sturt, or pyne, And but debait wenys till optene the fyght. To wyn the feild, and nevir preif thy mycht, That war nyce thyng: thy kyng Cryste in batell Quhat sufferit he for the, O catyve wight!15 Lyis thou at eys, thy prynce in bargane fell? Aschamys of our sleutht and cowardyce! Seand thir gentyles and the paganys ald Ensew vertu, and eschew euery vyce, And for sa schort renown warryn so bald20 To susteyn weir and panys teyr ontald; Than lat ws stryve that realm forto posseid, The quhilk was hecht till Abraham and hys seyd: Lord, at ws wrocht and bocht, grant ws that hald!

Eftir the feild Enee maid sacrifyce, Offerand the spulȝe to Mars, as was the gys.

Duryng this quhile, furth of the sey dyd spryng The fresch Aurora with the brycht dawyng. Ene, albeyt hys hasty thochtfull curis Constrenyt hym, as twychyng sepulturis Of hys folkis new slane and berying,5 Forto provide a tyme mast accordyng, And gretly eik in mynd he trublyt was For the slauchtyr and ded corps of Pallas; Ȝit netheles, as first the son vpsprent, Scheddyng hys bemys in the orient,10 As victor he onto the Goddis als tyte With sacryfyce can hys vowys acquyte. Ane akyn tre, was huge gret and squar, The branchis sned and kut abowt alquhar, Apoun a motys hycht vpset has he,15 And all with schynand armour cled the tre: The coyt armour and spulȝe tharon hang Of Mezentius, the vailȝeand campioun strang; To the, gret God of stryfe, armypotent, In syng of trophe tharon was vpstent Hys cryst and hewmet all besprent with blude,5 The brokyn trunschions of hys speris rude, And hys fyne hawbryk, with speir, swerd, and macis, Assayt and persyt into twys sax placis; Hys stelyt scheild dyd on the left syde hyng; Abowt hys gorget, or hys nek armyng,10 Was hung hys swerd with evor scawbart fyne. And thus exortis Ene hys ferys syne: The chiftanys all abowt hym lowkyt war, Quhilk glaidsum warryn of this joyus fair. O douchty men, quod he, worthy in weris,15 The grettast part of our warkis and afferis Beyn endit now, sa that in tyme cummyng All feir and dreid ar passyt of ony thyng: Thir bene the spulȝe, and first weirly weid, Reft from the prowd kyng be my handis in deid;20 Lo, heir Mezentius venquyst lyis doun bet. Now to the wallys of Lawrent and the ȝet The way is maid to kyng Latyn to wend. Tharfor addres ȝour myndis, and attend To armys and to weirfar euery ane,25 Provydand in ȝour consatis for bargane; So that ȝhe reddy be, and na delay May stoppyn ȝou, nor stunnys ane other day, Be ȝour awyn sleuth, for lak of gude forsycht, Gif ȝe onwarnyst beys callyt to the fycht:30 Alssone as fyrst the Goddis omnipotent By sum sygnys or takyn lyst consent The ensenȝeis and baneris be vphynt, And all the ȝonkeris meyt for swerdis dynt, Of thar tentis convoyt in array,5 Se ȝhe all reddy be than, but delay. And, in the meyn quhile, lat ws to erd haue The corpsys of our fallowys onbegraue; Quhilk only honour is haldyn in daynte At Acheron, the lawest hellys see.10 Pas on, he said; tha sawlys valȝeant, Quhilk, with habundans of thar blude bysprent, Has conquyst ws this realm apon sik wys, Do honour with thar funeral servys, And wirschip with thar finale last rewardis.15 Bot first, befor all corpsis of tha lardis, Ontill Evandrys dolorus cite Of ȝong Pallas the body send mon we; Quham, wantand na vertu nor prowes, The wofull day hes ws byreft expres,20 And with a wofull slauchter caucht, allace! Thus said he, wepand salt terys our hys face: Syne tuke hys vayage towart the ilk sted Quhar Pallas lyfles corps was lyggand ded; Quham ancyent Acetes thar dyd kepe,25 With flottyryt berd of terys all beweip; The quhilk Acetes had tofor ybe Squyer to kyng Evander, from the cite Of Parrha cummyn into Arcady, And at thys tyme was send in cumpany30 With hys deir fostyr child he had in cur, Bot not, as ayr, with happy aventur. About the corps alhaill the multitud Of servyturis and Troiane commonys stud, And dolorus Phrigyane wemen, on thar gys,5 With hair down schaik, and petuus spraichis and cryis. Bot, fra that enterit was Eneas bald Within the portis of that large hald, A huge clamour thai rasyt and womentyng, Betand thar brestis quhill all the lyft dyd ryng;10 So lowd thar wofull bewalyng habundis That all the palyce dynnys and resoundis. Thys prynce hym self, fra that he did behald The snaw quhite vissage of this Pallas bald, Hys hed vphald, mycht nocht the self sustene,15 And eik the gapand dedly wond hes sene, Maid by the sperys hed Rutilyane Amyd hys snerth and fair slekyt breist bane. With terys brystand from hys eyn, thus plenyt: O douchty child, maist worthy tobe menyt,20 Has fortoun me envyit sa far that, eft Our weill is cummyn, thus thou art me bereft, Sa that thou suld not se our ryng, said he, Nor ȝit as victor with prosperyte Onto thy faderis cite hame retour?25 Syk promys hecht I not the lattir hour To thy fader Evandrus, quhen that he At my departyng last embrasyt me, And send me to conquys a large empyre: And, dredand eyk for the, that lordly syre30 Vs monyst tobe war and avyse, Becaus the men quhamwith to do had we War bald and stern; said, we had wer at hand With bustuus folk, that weill in stryfe durst stand. Now, certis, he levand in hoip, invane,5 For thy prosper returnyng haym agane Perchans doith mak prayer and offerandis, Chargeand the altaris oft with hys awyn handis: Bot we hys lyfles child, quhilk aw na thyng Onto the Goddis of the hevynly ryng,10 With womentyng heir menand tendyrly, And vayn honour, accumpaneis by and by. O fey onhappy kyng Archadian! Now thy sonnys ded corps cruelly slane Thou sal behald: allace, the panys strang!15 This is our haymcom thou desyrit lang; This salbe our triumphe thou lang abaid, To se thy a son on hys beir tre laid! Ha! quhat, is this my promys and gret faith? Bot, O Evander, beys not with me wraith;20 Thou sall not se thy son was dryve abak With schamefull wondis that he caucht in the bak: Ne thou hys fader, war he alyve this day, Suld nevir haue lak of hym, ne for hym pray For hys desert he deit a schamefull deth;25 And now with honour hes he ȝald the breth. Bot netheles, quhat harm, ful ways me! Quhou large support, hey! quhat beld or supple In hym hes tynt Ausonya the ryng, And quhou gret deill hes lost Ascanyus ȝyng!30

Ȝong Pallas corps is till Evander sent, With all honour accordyny hys tyrment.

Quhen he bewalyt had on this maner, This wofull corps he bad do lyft on beir, And with hym send a thousand men in hy Walyt of euery rowt and cumpany, Forto convoy and do hym falloschip5 At hys last honour and funeral wirschip, And tobe present at the lamentyng Of hys fader, to comfort hys murnyng; Thocht smal solace was that to hys regrait, Quhilk was sa huge, bot to hys estait10 Accordit weill that sik thingis suld be, Quhen all wightis mycht rew on hym to se. Sum of Eneas ferys bissely Flakis to plet thame presys by and by, And of small wikkyris forto beld a beir15 Of sowpill wandis and of bronys seir, Bund with the syonys or the twystis sle Of small rammell or stobys of akyn tre. Thyr beddis beldyt, or funeral lytteris, Syk tumbys as for ded corps efferis,20 With greyn burgionys and branchys fair and weill Thai gan ourheld, and stentys euery deill: Amyd the quhilkis, of blumys apon a byng Strowyt full hie, thai laid this Pallas ȝyng; Lyggyn tharon als semly forto se As is the fresch flowris schynand bewte, Newly pullyt vp from hys stalkis smaill With tendyr fyngeris of the damysaill, Or the soft violet that doys freschly schyne,5 Or than the purpour flour, hayt jacynthyne; Quham all thocht the erth hys moder with sap Hym nurys not, nor comfortis on hir lap, Ȝyt than hys schene cullour and figur glaid Is not all went, nor hys bewte defaid.10 Eneas syne twa robbys furth gart fold Of rych purpour and styf burd of gold, Quhilk vmquhil Dydo, Quheyn of Sydones, Of sik laubour full byssy tho, I ges, As at that tyme to ples hym wonder glaid,15 With hir awyn handis to hym wrocht and maid, Wovyn full weill, and brusyt as rych wedis, Of costly stuf and subtell goldyn thredis; And with the tane of thir full dolorusly Eneas cled the ȝyng Pallas body,20 Tobe hys finall and hys last honour: Hys lokkis and hys harys the self hour, Quhilkis war forto be brynt in assys cald, Into the tother habyt dyd he fald. Abuf all thys, rewardis mony ane,25 Yconquest in this batall Lawrentane, In haill hepys with hym hes he send, And bad thai suld tak gud kepe and attend To leid the pray per ordour pompusly. Feill horssys als he gaue thame by and by,30 With wapynnys eik, and other precyus geir, That he had reft hys fa men in the weir: The presoneris alsso, quham he had tak, He send with handis bund behynd thar bak, Quhilkis, at the obsequies or entyrment,5 To the infernal gostis suldbe sent, And with thar bludis sched, as was the gys, The funeral flambe strynkyll in sacrifys. He bad the capitanys and the dukis all, In syng of trophe or pomp triumphall,10 Gret perkis bair of treyn saplyng that squair is, Cled with the armour of thar aduersaris, To wryte and hyng tharon baith all and sum The namys of thar ennemys ourcum. Furth led was the onsilly Acetes,15 Ourset with age, and sorow mycht nocht ces; Now bludyand hys awyn breist with hys fystis, Now with hys nalys hys face rentis and brystis, And oft down fallys spaldit on the erd, With mony gowl, and a full petuus rerd.20 And furth war led rych cartis for the nanys, Besprent with blude of the Rutylianys. And eftir com Aethon, hys werly steid, Dispulȝeit of hys harnessyng and weid; Wepand he went for wo, men mycht haue seyn25 With gret terys floddyrrit hys face and eyn. Ane bair hys helm, ane other bair hys speir; For the remanys of hys harnes and geir, Syk as hys rych gyrdill, and cotarmour, Turnus victor byreft hym in the stour.30 Furth haldis syne the drery cumpany Of Troianys, and Tyrrheyn dukis thame by; And wofull Archadis, in syng of dolour, weris Scheldis reversyt, and doun turnyt thar speris. And eftir that, per ordour, by and by,5 Thai beyn furth passyt euery cumpany, Eneas tho can styntyng and abaid, And with a petuus regrait thus he said: The horribill batellys of thir sammyn weris Tyll otheris funerall womentyng and terys10 Callys ws from thens; we may nocht follow the, Thyne entyrment forto behald and se. Adew for ay, Pallas, beluffyt best, Fair weill for evyr intill eternall rest! Na mair he said, bot went towart new Troy,15 Entrand tharin with terys of ennoy.

Quhou Eneas onto the Latynys gave Twelf days of respyt the ded corps to grave.

Be this war cum fra kyng Latynys cyte Ambassatouris, with branch of olyve tre, Besekand favouris and benevolens; That he wald suffir tobe careyt from thens20 Tha corpsys ded, quhilkis on the feldis broun Lay strowyt heir and thar, with swerd bet down, And thame restor agane of hys gentre, To suffyr thame begravyn for tobe; Assuryng hym, thar mycht be led na weir On venquyst folkis, that lyfles mycht not steir, And prayt spair thar pepill at syk myschans,5 Quhylum clepyt hys frendis and acquentans. Quhen that Eneas, heynd, curtas, and gud, Thar peticioun sa ressonabill vndirstud, As man that was fulfillyt of bonte, Thar hail desyre full glaidly grantit he,10 And forthir eik onto thame thus he said: O Latyn folkis, quhat mysfortoun onglaid Has ȝou involuyt in sa onhappy weir That ȝhe chays ws away, ȝour frendis deir? Desyre ȝhe paix bot for thame that bene lost15 By marcyall fayt, and slane into this ost? And I, forsuyth, tyll all that levand be Wald glaidly grant the sammyn, I say for me. Neuir hyddyr had I cummyn, wer not, perfay, Into this sted the fatys hecht for ay20 Our restyng place providit and herbry; Ne na weirfar with ȝour pepill led I. Bot ȝour kyng has our confiderans vpgeif, And rather hes settyn all hys beleif On Turnus vassalage and his hie prowes:25 Thocht mor equale and ganand war, I ges, To this Turnus, the brekar of our paix, Till aventour hymself to de in pres. Gif he pretendis in batale with a brand To end the weir, or Troianys of this land30 Forto expell, heir semyt hym vnder scheild With wapynnys to recontre me in feild, That nane bot ane of ws war left levand, Quhais lyfe God lyst withhald, or hys rycht hand. Now haldis on, and all the lyfles banys5 And corpsis of ȝour wratchit citeȝanys Do byrn, and bery eftir ȝour awyn gys: Says Eneas, the Troiane war and wys. Than of hys speche so awondrit war thai, Kepit thar silens, and wist nocht quhat to say;10 And athir towartis otheris turnys, but mayr, And can behald his fallow in a stair. The eldast man amang thame, finaly, Clepyt Drances, that had full gret envy At ȝyng Turnus, all way to hym infest15 For ald malyce or of cryme manyfest, Begouth to speke and ansuer thus agane: O huge gret is thy fame, thou Duke Troiane, Bot far grettar all owt we may aspy Thy dedis of armys and thy chevalry:20 With quhat lovyngis equaill may I compair The to the Goddis in hevyn abuf the ayr? Quhidder sall I fyrst extoll, and wonder in the, Thy gret gentryce and sa just equyte, Or thy gret fors and laubour bellicall?25 Glaidly, forsuyth, now haymwart bair we sall Ontill our natyve bundis and cite Thir sa gret sygnys of humanyte; And, gif that ony chans can fynd the way, We sall do fully all that evir we may30 The to conione with kyng Latyn in hy: Lat Turnus quhar hym list go seik ally. And forthir eik weil lykis ws at all To help till rays this fatale massy wall, And forto ber apon our schuldris war joy5 Thir stonys gret to thys new wark of Troy. Thus said Drances, and all the remanent Tharto annerdis with haill voce and consent. Twelf days of trewys thai band, to stanch debait, Forto kepe paix, and werys sequestrate:10 Than throu the woddis and thir holtis hie Troianys and Latynys sammyn, he and he, Quhar so thame list, wandris but danger. The heich eschis soundis thar and heir For dyntis rude of the scharp stelyt ax;15 Down weltit ar with mony granand strakis The fyrrys rekand to the sternys on hie; The mekill syllis of the warryn tre With weggis and with proppis beyn devyd; The strang gustand cedyr is al to schyde;20 Ne ces thai not apon the jargand wanys The gret akys to turs away atanys.

The kyng Evander complenyt sor and wareit, Quhen his son Pallas ded was to hym careit.

Than Fame with this, alsfast as scho mycht spryng, As messynger of sa gret womentyng, Flaw furth, and all with murnyng fillys sche Evander kyng hys palyce and cyte, Quhilk layt tofor had schawyn that Pallas In Latyum landis sa victoryus was; Now says sche, lo, is he brocht on beir!5 The Archadis ruschit to the portis in feir, And euery wyght in handis hynt als tyte Ane hait fyre broynd, eftir the ald ryte, In lang ordour and rabill, that all the stretis Of schynand flambys lemys brycht and gletis.10 Quhil all the large feildis of the light Myght seueraly be raknyt at a sight. The Troiane rowtis, on the tother hand, With thame adionys thar folkis sair wepand: Quham as the matronys beheld on sik wys15 So duylfully wend to the kyngis palys, The dolorus town in euery streit and way With petuus scrykis and gowlyng fyllit thai. Than was na fors Evander mycht refreyn, Bot in amyddis thame with gret disdene20 He ruschis, plenand on wofull maner, And fell on growf abuf ded Pallas beir, Wepand and waland as his hart wald breke; Embrasyt hym, bot no word mycht he speke: And scars at last with gret difficulte25 The cundytis of his voce war lowsyt fre; Quhen he mycht speke, than thir hys wordis was: This is nocht thy last cunnand, son Pallas; Thou promyst not so vnto thy fader deir, Bot at thou suld pas mair warly in weir,30 And not in danger of the cruell Mart. Owr weill I wist, with harmys at my hart, Quhat aventour, and of quhou mekill mycht Till ony ȝong man, the first feld in fight, Was gret desire of new loif or glory,5 And how sweit was renown of chevalry. Allace! the first commancement and assays To ȝyng men beyn in weir full fey always; And rycht hard bene the first entechment Of hasty batall to thame bene not acquent.10 My vowys nor my prayeris gret and small War not accept to nane of Goddis all. O thou my blissyt spows, decessit or now, Full happy of that ded in faith was thou, That to thys sorow not preservyt was!15 Bot be the contrar I, allace, allace! Ourlevit has my fatys profitabill, And am alyve as fader miserabill: Quham, wald God, in ȝon sammyn mortale weris Rutilyanys had ourquhelmyt with thar speris,20 That, followand to the feild my feris of Troy, I mycht haue ȝald this sawle full of ennoy, So that this funeral pomp, quhilk heir is wrocht My body, and nocht Pallas, hame had brocht! Ne byd I nocht ȝou, Troianys, to argew25 Of amyte and allyance bund of new, Ne our rycht handis and promys, quhilkis we In frendschip knyt and hospitalyte: This mysfortoun is myne of ald thirlage, As tharto detbund in my wrachit age.30 Bot had this hasty ded, sa ondigest, Haue sufferit bot my son a stound to lest, Quhill of Rutilianys he had slane thousandis, And investit the Troianys in thar landis, That is to say, in Latyum or Lavyn,5 Weill lykyt me that he had endyt syne. And forthir eik, Pallas, my son so deir, Na mair rychly cowth I the lay on beir, Nor with mair wirschip list me entyre the, Than is providit be reuthfull Enee,10 Be myghty Troianys and pryncis Tyrrheyn: For all the Tuscane menȝe, as heir is seyn, Gret trophe and rich spulȝe hyddir bryngis, On perkis rychly cled with thar armyngis Quham thy richt hand in feild had put to ded.15 Bot, O thou Turnus, in this sammyn sted Amangis otheris heir suld thou haue be, In form and maner of a stok of tre, Gyf ȝhe of age had beyn equale and perys, And baith elyke cummyn to ȝour strenthy ȝheris.20 Bot now, allace! I, fey onhappy wight, Quharto delay I Troianys from the fyght? Pas haym in haist, and remember to say Thir my desiris to ȝour prynce, I ȝou pray: Evander says that thy ryght hand, Ene,25 Is all the caws that he delays to de, Or that this haitsum lyfe sustene he wald. Sen now is lost hys son Pallas the bald: Sa till hym that he oblist is of det, Baith to the son and the fader, to set30 Ȝon Turnus slauchter for owr recompens: To the Eneas only, but offens, And to fortoun, remanys this journay ȝit, Quharwith thou may thankfully be acquyt. Tell hym, na lust to lyf langar seyk I;5 Onlesum war syk plesour I set by; Bot for a thraw desyre I to lest heir, Turnus slauchter and deth with me to beir, As glaid tithandis onto my child and barn, Amang the gostis law in skowgis dern.10

Heir athir party takis byssy cuyr The ded bodeis to graif in sepultur.

The meyn sesson Aurora rasyt hir lycht, Richt confortabill for euery mortall wight, Rendryng agane the oportunyte Of laubour and of wyrkyng, as we se. The prynce Eneas, and the kyng Tarchon,15 Gret byngis has of treys mony one Vpbeldyt, by the bowand costis bay. Thydder euery ane dyd cary, but delay, Eftir thar eldris gys, onto that sted The corpsis of thar frendis that war ded,20 As for to do thar observans of det; And thar vnder the smoky fyre has set, Quhill that the hevynnys hye dyd walxin dirk, Involuyt with the reky stewys myrk. And thrys on fut all sammyn euery man In schynand armour abowt the fyris ran, And thrys the wofull funerall inglys thai5 Circulyt abowt on horsbak in array, With gowlyng and with vocis myserabill; Quhill that of trigland terys lamentabill The feildis strowyt war in euery place, Armouris all wet with wepyng, and thar face.10 The clamour of the men and trumpys stevyn Gan spryngyng vp on hight onto the hevyn. Syne cumis sum, and in the fyre dyd slyng The weirly wedis, spulȝe, and armyng, Rent from the Latynys slane into the weir;15 As helmys, scheildis, and rych swerdis seir, Brydillys, and all thir stedis trappouris fair, The hasty hurland charyot quhelys squair: And other sum kest in the fyre syk geir As weilbekend the corps was wont to weir,20 Thar awyn wapynnys, and thar onsilly scheildis, Quhilk mycht thame nocht defend into the feildis. Full mony carcage of thir oxin gret Abowt the fyris war brytnyt and downbet, And bustuus bowkis of the byrsyt swyne,25 Our feildis all byreft from euery hyne; Thai steik the beistis, and swakkis in the fyre, Endlang the costis all tho byrnand schyre; And can behald quhou that thar feris brynt, Observand weill the gledis half owt quent,30 And eik the assys half brynt of the ded: Ne may thai thens be harlyt of that sted, Quhill at the hevyn ourquhelmyt the dyrk nycht, That ganand is for fyry sternys brycht. And, netheles, the Latynys lamentabill5 In placis seir fyris innumerabill Vpbeldit has, and sum with wofull rerd Feill corpsis deip bedelvys vnder erd; And sum alsso in cartis haue thai sent To townys in the feildis adiacent;10 And sum alsso war send to the cite, Tobe entyrit as thame accordyt be: The remanent all sammyn assemlyt ourane, But numbyr and but ordour, euery ane, Of corpsys slane in huge heip byrn thai:15 And thus, on athir sydis, the hie way And large feildis dyd oft of fyris schyne. As that the thryd days lycht eftir syne The dyrk nycht removyt from the sky, The assys deip, murnand with mony a cry,20 Down dyd thai cast, and scrapis owt atanys The hait amyrris and the byrslyt banys; And ȝit all warm, onculyt, sone thai have Bedelvyn thame, and in the erd begrave. Bot, certis, than renewys the womentyng25 Within the mychty burgh of Latyn kyng, The rumour rays and murmour principaly Of bewalyng all owt the maist party. The wofull moderis and matronys wepis heir, The eldmoderis, and eyk the systeris deir;30 Thar mycht be hard with duylfull breistis greyt The ȝyng babbys walyng on the streyt, That had thar faderis slane this hyndir day, Cryand, ichane, allace! and weill away! Thai curs and wary fast this vengeabill weir,5 And Turnus wedlok bannys with mony a teir: All in a voce thai cry, desirand he Suld ondertak the batall and melle, And feght allane to mak end of this thing, As he the quhilk pretendis to weld the ryng10 Of Italy with honour pryncipall, Desyrand that he suld be lord of all. The brym Drances aggregis weill this thyng, And buyr on hand baldly befor the kyng Nane bot this Turnus challance wald Enee,15 Turnus only to feght desyris he. And, be the contrar, mony sensymentis For Turnus schawys evident argumentis: Of queyn Amatha the gret authoryte Dekkis and defendis hym with wordis sle;20 And hys gret fame and actis triumphall Hys querrell dyd susteyn agane thame all.

Befor king Latyn and hys consale in deid Venulus schawis respons of Diomeid.

Abuf all this, lo, the ilk stound onon Thyr messyngeris, all trist and wobegon, Returnyt haymwart into thar maist neid From the gret cite of schir Dyomed; Reportand answer, that alhaill was lost Thar lang travale and maist sumptuus cost; Schortly, thai had doyn thar na thyng at docht,5 The rych gyftis nor gold avalyt nocht, For all thar large requestis and prayeris; To help the Latyn pepill in thar weris Behuffyt thame to seik other supple, Or to mak paix with Troiane prynce Ene.10 Herand thir wordis, this ald Latyn kyng Falys all curage, with gret lamentyng: For patently the Goddis wraik, hym thocht, Schew that by fait Ene was thyddir brocht, And manifest mycht of Goddis hym dyd sustene,15 That schew the new gravys befor thar eyn. Quharfor, a gret consale assemlys he, And callys the cheif ledaris of hys menȝe, Chargeand thai suld in hys palyce conveyn Onto the riall chymmys. Tho bedeyn20 Thai flok so fast that euery way was hyd. Thys ancyent kyng dyd set hym dovn amyd The cepturyt men, as first and pryncipall, Bot no thyng semyng glaid of cheir at all. Than the ambassat, that was returnyt agane25 From Dyomedis cite Etholiane, He bad do schaw the credens that thai brocht, Per ordour haill thar answer, faland nocht. Silens was maid, ilk man hys tong held than, And Venulus, of thame the gretast man,30 Begouth fortill obey the kyngis charge, And schew hys credens planely thus at large: O citeȝanys, we haue visseit Diomed, And seyn thai strenthys by thame of Arge in deid Vpbeldyt in the boundis of Italy;5 The ways thiddir we haue met by and by, And eschapyt all dangeris by the gait, All thocht our journay was nocht fortunait. We haue twichit that sammyn douchty hand By quham of Troy distroyt was town and land:10 Quhilk now as victor, in the feildis plane Besyde the skyrtis of the mont Gargane, Within boundis of Japigya fulȝe, That now on days Apulȝe clepyng we, Vprasyt hes the cite Argyripas,15 Quham fra hys natyve pepill namyt he has. Fra that we entryt war in hys presens, And forto speik was geif ws audiens, The gyftis and rewardys present we; Our credens, our estait, and our cuntre,20 Declaryt plane, and quha with wer ws socht, And quhat occasioun had ws thidder brocht. He hard ws weill, and on a frendly wys Thus answer maid with wordis war and wys: O fortunat folk, quhar Saturn regnyt swa,25 Ȝhe ancyent pepill of Ausonya, Quhat mysaventour and onkyndly heyt Ȝou steris from ȝour lang rest and quyet, Prouocand ȝou to movyng, rays, and steir, Sa peralus, onkowth, and onthrifty wer?30 For euery ane of ws that dyd offens In Troys bundis with swerd and violens, Or cruell handis set fortill invaid Kyng Priamus, and of hys realm degraid; (I leif ontald all thai that in the feld5 By Troys wallys hes swelt vnder scheld, Or that the flude of Symois by the town Drownyt in stremys warpis vp and dovn;) Our all the warld of ws hail the remanys Beyn punyst fore with onrehersabill panys,10 And sufferit hes all maner of turment: Ful weill knawis my wordis, quhat I ment, The sorofull constillatioun of Mynerve, Quhilk causyt mony douchty man to sterve; And on the costis of Euboica15 The rokis beris witnes ȝit alssua, And the montane Caphareus, God woit, That vengeans tuke and wraik apon our floyt. From that weirfar and cursyt chevalry We cachyt ar to syndry costis, far by20 Our natyve bundis and ald heritage. Lo, Menelay, ane of the cheif barnage, And Atrius son, yclepyt Atrydes, To Protheus pillaris, bait Pyramydes, Constrenyt is in exill forto wend;25 Vlixes alsso, as full weill is kend, Bewavyt is wyd quhar our all the see, So that the Ciclopes of Ethna saw he. Quhat suld I tell of Neoptolemus, That other wys to name is hait Pyrrhus,30 The hard myschans and tynsell of hys ryng? Or quhou aganys Idomeneus the kyng Hys kyndly Goddis and cuntre dyd rebell, And hym gan of hys natyve realm expell? Or quhou the Locrys, Aiax Oelyus ost,5 Now doys inhabyt the waist Lybyan cost? Sen he hym self the gret Agamemnon, The kyng of Myce, and cheif ledar of on Of all the Grekis ostis in batale, Ha, schame to say! fowlely befell,10 That by the handis of hys awyn wife The first nycht in hys palyce lost hys lyfe. And he that venquyst Asya lyis ded; The sle adultrar occupiis hys sted. The Goddis eik sa far did me invy,15 That in my natyue land neuer sall I spy My chaist spousage, lyke as befor hes bene, Ne Calydon my realm of crymys cleyn. And now alsso, a grisly thyng to se! Ane selcouth monstre, lo, betyd hes me:20 My ferys lost with plumys in the ayr As thame best lykis ar fleand our al quhar, Allace of my folkis the vengeabill wraik! Transformyt in fowlys, wandris by the laik, And of thar lamentabill and wofull sowndis25 The large costis dynnys and redoundis. Thir myschevys for my trespas and cryme, I may traist, hes betyd me sen that tyme That I, witles and so rakles, perfay, The hevynly bodeis durst with swerd assay,30 And with smert wond was our presumptuus To violat the rycht hand of Venus. Solist na mar, quod he, persuaid me nocht That to so dangerus batellis I be brocht. Eftir the bettyng down of Troys wallys,5 With the Tewcranys, quhat chance that euir befallis, I will na mair debatis mak nor weris; Nor of our ald stryfe thir hyndir ȝheris, That so myschews was and bad to se, May I glaidly remember now, said he.10 Tha giftis rych, and mony fair presandis, Quhilkis ȝe to me hes brocht furth of ȝour landis, Return and beir onto the Prynce Ene. Contrar hys keyn dartis ellis stand haue we, And hand for hand matchit hym in fycht:15 Beleif me as expert, quhou stowt and wight Is he owther in batale place or feld, And how sternly he rasys vp hys scheild, Or with quhou gret a thud in the melle Ane lance towartis hys aduersar thrawys he.20 Forthir, he said, I certify ȝou alsua, That, gif the forsaid grond of Phrygia Twa othir sik men fosterit had or bred, The citeis all of Arge mycht sore haue dred, And the offpryng of Dardan esely25 Mycht in our realmys arryvit by and by, So that Grece suld haue murnyt, euery tovn, The fatis ald reuersit vp syd dovn. Alhail the stop, resistans, and delay, Mayd at Troy wallys, quhil the sege thar lay,30 Was by the handis of Hector and Ene; The Grekis conquyst lang tyme, trastis me, By thame was styntit, apon sik maner That it prolongit was quhil the tent ȝer. Athir of thame in bonte and curage5 Excelland war, and full of vassalage; Athir of thame maist souerane and douchty In dedis of armys, prowes, and chevalry: Bot this Ene was first all owt expres Of reuth, compassioun, and of gentilnes.10 Tharfor all sammyn adionys ȝour rycht handis In ferm allyance of concord, and sik bandis Be ony wys se ȝhe optene, quod he; For, gif thai start till armys in melle, Be war with thame fortill debait, I red.15 Maist nobill kyng of kyngis, in this sted Hys answer hes thou hard, as I haue tald, And twichand this gret batale quhat he wald.

The kyng proponys with Enee to tak pes Incontrar Turnus; tharto persuadis Drances.

Scars had the messyngeris thir wordis said, Quhen all the Latynys, trublyt, full onglaid,20 Fra hand to hand quhispyris fast and roundis, On diuers wys demyng with murmour soundis: Lyke as the swyft watir stremys cleir Sum tyme rowtand men on far may heir, Quhar it is stoppit with thir stanys round, That of the ryveris brute and brokkyn sound, Brystand on skelleis our thir demmyt lynnys,5 The bankis endlang all the fludis dynnys. Bot eftir that thar mudis mesyt wer, Thar waverand wordis stanchit and sik beir, With reuerens first blyssand the Goddis mycht, The kyng thus carpys from hys trone on hycht:10 O Latyn pepill, forsuyth I wald al gait, And so had beyn far bettir, weill I wait, Full lang or now avisyt had we be Twychand the common weill and materis hie; And not at sik a poynt, apon this wys,15 Our consale to assembill and to avys, Quhen that our fays and aduersaris ar bown Forto bysege the wallys of our town. O citeȝanys, we move and ledis at hand Ane wer inoportune, quhilk is onganand,20 Aganys folkis of Goddis clan discend, That beyn invincybill, and weill can defend So that na bargane may thame irk nor tyre; Nor thocht thai venquyst war, baith man and syre, May thai desist, ne withdraw the melle.25 Gif ony hope or confidens had we In chevalry of the Etholianys, Quhilkis in Napillis with Dyomed remanys, And for thir men of armys thidder send, Do all sik traste away, and ȝou defend:30 Lat euery man in his awyn self haue hope. But quhou febill sik traste is ȝe may grope, And eik befor ȝour eyn cleir may ȝe se In quhou gret perrell and proplexite All other materis lyis now or standis;5 All sic thyngis bene braid amang ȝour handis. I will accus nor argu now na wight. All haill the fors or strenth mycht be in sycht Exercyt was, I wait; sen all the flour And pyssans of this realm dyd stryve in stour.10 Now so it is that I will breifly end, And in schort wordis mak onto ȝou kend The dowtsum purpos in my mynd remanys; Attendans geif, and harkis all at anys. I haue, besyde Tyber the Tuscane flude,15 Ane ald feld onprofitabill and rude, Far strekand west to the bundis quhar remanys The Scicyll pepill, quhilkis clepit ar Sycanys: The folk Auruncane and of Rutuly This grand sawys full onthriftely,20 With scharp plewis and steill sokkis seir Thai hard hillys hyrstis forto eyr, And on thir wild holtis harsk alsso In faynt pastur doith thar bestis go. All that cuntre and band of hillis hie,25 Sa full of rochis pynnakillis, as we se, Lat it be geif for amyte and concord To the Troianys, and Eneas thar lord; Syne offer thame equale trety condyng, And, as our perys, do call thame in this ryng;30 All sammyn lat thame dwell heir by and by, Gif thai haue sik desyre to Italy, Do lat thame beld thar cite wallys squar. Bot gif so be that thai lyst ellis quhar To othir costis or pepill forto wend,5 Thar dwellyng place for ay to apprehend, And possibill be that of our boundis thai May so depart, and from thens wend away; Twys ten schippis lat ws beld agane Of strang tymmyr and treis Italyane,10 And gif thai wald compleit ma in this land, The stuf lyis all reddy by the strand: Of thar schippis the numbir and maner Lat thame command, and we sal furnys heir The irne graith, the warkmen, and the wrychtis,15 And all that to the schippis langis of rychtis. And forthir eik it lykis me, quod he, To ber my wordis to this prynce Ene, And to conferm our frendschip and our pes, Ane hundreth gay ambassatouris, but les,20 Of gretast blude of the Latyn menȝe, And in thar handis reke furth the peaceable tre; And bair hym giftis and rewardis large, Of gold and evoir mony sovm and charge, The char or sete accordyng for the ryng,25 Our rob ryall, ensenȝeys of a kyng. Avys heiron amangis ȝou for the best, And help to bryng our febill weill to rest. Ane Drances tho vpstud, and speke began: The quhilk Drances was the self man30 That, as we said haue laitly heir tofor, Was rycht molest to Turnus euermor, Quham the renovn of Turnus and glory Prikkyt full sor with lurkand hyd envy; Of moblis rych and plentuus was he,5 And maste expert in speche and wordis sle, Bot of his handis into batale sted Full cald of curage, dolf as ony led, And into consalys gevyng he was hald A man nocht indegest, bot wys and cald;10 Bot ane seditioun or a brek to make Sa masterfull, tharin was nane hys mayk: The nobill kynrent of hys moderis syde Maid hym full gret of blude, and full of pryde; Hys fader was oncertane and onknaw.15 And vp he startis in this ilk thraw, With thir wordis Turnus to ourcharge, Aggregyng on hym wrath and malyce large: O douchty kyng, thou axis consale, said he, Of that mater quhilk, as semys me,20 Is nother dyrk nor dowtsum, bot full cleir, That mysteris not our avicis beyn heir. The pepill haill grantis that thai wait Quhat forton schawys, and in quhat estait Our materis standis; bot thai ar arch to schaw,25 Quhispirand amangis thame, thai stand sik aw. Bot caus hym geif thame liberte to speke, Do way his bost, at thar breth may outbreke; I meyn of hym, by quhais onhappy werd, And fraward thewys, now ded on the erd30 Samony cheif chiftanys and dukis lyis: Forsuyth, I sall say furth all myne avys, All thocht with brag and bost, or wapynnys, he Me doith await, and mannans forto de: For by hys dedis may we se expres5 Thys cite haly plungit in distres, Quhillys that he has maid hym to assay The Troianys strenth, and stall sa sone away, Havand assurans to withdraw and fle, And into armys dois bost the hevynnys hie.10 Bot, O thou all thar best and riall kyng, To all thir gyftis ekis bot a thyng; Onto thir presandis, and wys wordis seir, That to Troianys thou has byd say and beir, Ekis a gift, and lat neuer demyt be15 The bustuusness of ony may dant the, Bot that thi douchter, O thou fader gude, Onto ȝon worthy prynce of gentill blude Be gevyn, tobe thy son in law, I wys, As he that worthy sik a wedlok is;20 And knyt vp paix, but mor disseuerans, With that eternall band of allyans. And gif sa gret raddour or dreid haue we Within our myndis or our breistis, quod he, That, for Turnus, we dar nocht do sik thyng;25 Than lat ws for the weilfar of this ryng Beseik hym tharfor, and with haill entent Require hym at he wald grant hys consent, So that the kyng, at hys fre volunte, Mycht oys and do hys proper dewyte,30 And, for the weill publik of this land, Desyre that he na wys tharto ganestand. O Turnus, hed and causar verraly Of thir myschevis gret in Italy, Quharto sa feill sys in playn perrellis now5 Thir sylly wrachit citeȝanys warpis thou? Nane hoip of weilfar haue we in this wer: For paix halely we all the requer, Togiddyr with Lavinia the schene may, Quhilk is the pand or plege, this dar I say,10 Of paix tobe kepit inviolate. And I forsuyth, quhilk, as be thy consait, Thou fenys thyne evill willar forto be, And for the common weill, sa mot I thee, So forto cum I refus nocht, gud broder,15 Bot lo me heir, now formest of all other Humylly the besekyng: I requer, Haue mercy, lord, of thyne awyn frendis deir, Lat be thy stowt mynd, go thy way but lak, With ane mair strang rebute and dryve abak.20 Ded corpsis bet down enew haue we seyn, Our large feldis and boundis all betweyn Left desolate and waist of induelleris. Bot gif thy fame and gret renown the steris, Gyf in thy breist sa hie curage and mycht25 Thou has consauyt, thynkand the sa wight, And gif that on sik wys this hald ryall Suldbe thy dowry and rych gyft dotall Thou berys in hart, and is to the sa deir; Do vndyrtake this thyng, and end the weir:30 Addres thy body baldly, and not spayr Forto recontyr alone thyne aduersar, To that entent, that Turnus all hys lyfe May weld the kyngis douchter to hys wyfe; So that we, dolf of curage as the led,5 Be not doun strowit in the feildis ded, In cumpaneis onberyit or bewalyt. Bot thou, that has in feild sa feil assalyt, Gyf ony strenth thou has or hardyment, Or marciall prowes steryng thyne entent10 For thy cuntre; aganyst the, for hys rycht, Behald thy fa prouocand the to fyght, Ȝondir all reddy to mak hys party gude: Delay no mor, bot manfully go to it.

Turnus, at Drances speche commovit sair, Rycht subtelly allegis the contrar.

The fers mude of Turnus, this bald syre,15 At sik sawys kyndillyt hait as fyre; Sychand rycht sor deip in hys breist onon, Thir wordis pronuncis with a petuus grone: Drances, said he, forsuyth euer hes thou beyn Large and to mekill of spech, as weil is seyn20 Now, quhen the batale desyris wark at hand: The consale syttand, first thou doys vpstand. Bot not with wordis suld the cowrt be fillyt, Set thou be gret tharin, and ful evill willyt, With haltand wordis fleand from the heir, Quhen thou assouerit art of al danger, So lang as that our strenthy wallys gude5 Our ennemys debarrit doith exclude, Or quhil the fowceis of our forteres Rynnys not our of bludy spait, I ges. Tharfor trump vp, blaw forth thyne eloquens, As thou was wont to do, mak thy defens:10 Bot than thou may, Drances, be myne avice, Me to reproch of feir and cowardyce, Quhen that thi rycht hand into batale sted Sa mony hepis of Troianys hes laid ded, And quhen thou takynnyt hes so worthely15 With syng tropheall the feildis, as haue I. Full eith it is fortill assay, and se Quhat may our sprety fors in the melle; And, as full weill is knawyn to ws eik, Our fais beyn not far from hens to seik,20 Bot plant about the wallis of our town: Aganyst thame go mak ws reddy bown. Quhy duellys thou and tareis thus al day? Quhidder gif thy marcial dedis, as thai war ay, Into thy wyndy clattrand tung salbe,25 And in tha cowart feit, euir wont to fle? Says thou I was repulsyt and dryve away? O maist onworthy wight, quha can that say? Or me justly reprochyng of syk lak, That I rebutyt was or dung abak,30 By me quhen thou behald mycht Tyber flude Boldyn and ryn on spait with Troian blude, And all the famyll of Evander kyng Brocht onto grond alhail and his ofspryng; And the Archadis, confundyt and ourset,5 With mony ma in armys I doun bet? The grysly Bytias, and Pandarus his brother, Thai ar expert gif I fled one or other, And eik thai thousand sawlys on a day As victor I to hell send hyne away,10 Quhen that I was inclusyt at distres Amyd myne ennemys wallis and forteres. Thou says, in weir na hoip is of weilfare: O wytles wyght! pronunce that, and declare Sik chance betyd ȝon Dardan capitane,15 And spa sik thyng onto thy dedis ilkane. And forthir eik, sen thou art mad becum, Ces not forto perturbill all and sum, And with thy felloun raddour thame to fley; The febill myghtis of ȝon pepill sey,20 Into batale twys venquyst schamefully, Spare not fortill extoll and magnyfy; And, be the contrar, the pissans of Latyn kyng Do set at nocht, bot lychtly, and down thryng. Now the nobill Myrmydon capitanys25 Quakis in armys for feir of the Troianys, And now Tedeus son Diomedes Agast is, and Larissyane Achilles: And Aufidus, the swyft flowand ryver, Rynnys contyrmont frawart the sey for feir.30 And quhill alsso this ilk schrewit wight, That is controvar of mony wykkyt slycht, Fenȝeis hym sleyt or abasyt tobe, That he dar not chide furth incontrar me, Than with hys dreid and sle controvit feir5 My cryme aggregis he on hys maner. Desist, Drances, be not abasyt, I pray, For thou sal neuer los, schortly I the say, By my wapyn nor this rycht hand of myne, Sik ane pevych and catyve saule as thyne:10 Nay; lat it duell with the, as best may gane, Within that wrachit corps, and thar remane. Now, O thou gret fader and prynce souerane, To the and thy consale I turn agane. Gyf thou list no thyng trasting nor affy15 Into our armys nor our chevalry; Gyf that we be of help all desolate, And hail at vnder into this last debait, Distroyt for ay, and na help may mak, For that our ost was anys drevyn abak,20 And forton hes na return ne regres; Lat ws beseik for paix at sik distres, Mak hym request to rew apon our harmys, And reke hym furth our ryght hand bair of armys. Quhoubeit, O! wald God, in this extreme neid25 That ony thyng of curage or manheid Remanyt, as was wont with ws tobe: Abuse the laif thame worthy thinkis me, Maist fortunat in fatys marcyall, And excellent in hie curage our all,30 Quhilk wilfully, as that thame selvyn wald, At thai ne suldyn sik myscheif behald, Fell ded to grond by fatale happy werd, And with thar mowth anys bait the erd. Bot gif we haue ryches and moblys seir,5 And nevir assayt ȝit fresch ȝong power, And, in our helpyng, of Italianys Citeis and pepillys habundis and remanys; Or gif that also to the Troiane syde, With effusioun of blude and wondis wyde,10 This victory betyd is; trastis me, Thai haue als feill ded corpsis as haue we: Gyf this tempestuus trake of the batale On baith the halfis is all owt equale, Quhy failȝe we so schaymfully our mycht15 Into the first entre of the fycht? Quhy quakis thus our membris vp and dovn, Befor the bludy blast and trumpis sovn? For tyme, feill sys, and eik the variant chance Of our onstabill lyfe hung in ballance,20 Reducit hes full mony onlykly thyng To bettir fyne than was thar begynnyng; And fortoun interchangabill with blenkis quent Full mony ane dissauyt hes and schent, Syne eftir in a thraw, this weill I wait,25 Restoryt thame agane to thar ferm stait. I put the cace, set the Etholianys, With Dyomed and the pepill Arpanys, Lyst not cum in our helpyng nor suple; Ȝit than the bald Mesapus weill wylbe,30 And the happy Tolumnyus alsso, With all tha other dukis mony mo That fra so feill pepillys beyn hydder sent: And na litill renown, be myne entent, Followys the chosyn folkis of Italy,5 Nor thame that duellis in Lawrent feildis heirby. Haue we not eik the stalwart Camylla, Of the famyll and kynrent of Volsca, Ledand thir armyt ostis and stern feildis, In byrnyst plait arrayt and schynand scheldis?10 Bot gyf the Troiane pepill, euery ane, Desyris me to feght in feild allane, Gif that be plesand onto the, schir kyng, And I sa far, eftir Drances menyng, Gaynstandis the common weill; into that cace,15 That schame sal nevir betyd me in na place: For victory me hatis not, dar I say, Nor lyst syk wys withdraw thir handis twa, That I refus suld to assay ony thyng Quhilk mycht sa gret beleif of weil inbryng.20 With stowt curage agane hym wend I will, Thocht he in prowes pas the gret Achill, Or set in cace sik armour he weris as he, Wrocht by the handis of God Vulcanus sle. To ȝou, and kyng Latyn my fader in law,25 I Turnus heir, quham full weill ȝe knaw No thyng behynd, nor tobe reput les, To nane of all our eldris in prowes, This saul and life, the quhilk sa weil I lufe, Doith promys and awowis for ȝour behufe.30 Thai say, allone me challancis Ene; And I beseik gret God he challance me: Ne byd I not that Drances deir aby Ocht with hys deth, quhar that apposit am I; Nor, quhidder this turn to Goddis wrethfull wraik,5 Or hardyment and honour, we ondertake, Na thing at all tharof salbe his part; The chans is myne, I will it not astart.

Duryng this disputatioun, as is said, Enee hys ost abowt the town has laid.

Quhill thai thus at gret altricatioun wer Amangis thame self in dowtsum thingis seir,10 Eneas all his ost and haill army Hes rasyt, trumpyng to the town in hy. A messynger com ruschand in with haist, Amyd the rowtis ran as he war chaist, That with huge rumour and a feirfull dyn15 Fillit onon the kyngis riall In, And with gret dreid the cite stuffit alquhar; Schawand quhou that thar fays cummyn war In plane batale arrayt, to conclude, The Troiane barnage from Tibir the flude,20 With ordinance of Tuscan, that dyd spreid In forfront al the large feildis on breid. Onon the pepillis hartis effrayt wer, And commonys breistis proplexit all for feir; In sum, the greif and ire dyd fast habund, Rasyt with brethfull stangis full onsond, And with a felloun dreid all on steir5 Thai hynt to harnes, and cryis eftir thar gere: Harnes, harnes, all the ȝong citeȝanys With fellon brute and noys schowtis atanys; The febill and agyt faderis wobegone Can pleyn and weip with mony a petuus grone.10 In euery part the gret clamour and cryis In diuers opinionys rays vp to the skyis: Nane other wys than as sum tyme we knaw The flycht of byrdis fordynnys the thik schaw, Or than the rawk vocit swannis in a rabill,15 Sondand and swouchand with noys lamentabill Endlang the bemand stankis and stremys cleir Of Padusa, sa full of fyschis seir. Turnus, that fand hys tyme sa oportune, Now baldly says he, citeȝanys haue doyn;20 Do call ȝour consale, takis avysment, Sittand at eys ilkane say his entent, Carpys of paix, and ruys it now, lat se, Quhen that thai ȝonder invadis ȝour cuntre, Ȝour mortale fays inarmyt ȝou to assaill.25 Na mair he said, bot startis vp sans faill, And of the cheif palyce ischit furth in hy, Thus carpand to the noblys stud hym by: Go tyte, Volusus, to the banereris Of the Volscanys, and thame that standartis beris;30 Charge thame thar ensenȝeis forto rays on hycht, And in thar armour adres thar men to fyght: And ȝhe, Mesapus, Coras, and ȝour broder, The horsmen all enarmyt, ane and other, Convoys furth onto the feildis braid.5 A party of the citeȝanys, he said, Do stuf the entreis, and the portis defend; Sum to the towris and wall hedis ascend; The remanent of all our haill menȝe, Quhen I command, lat thame set on with me.10 Onon our all the cite by and by Vp on the wallys ryn thai than in hy. The kyng Latyn hys consale, full onglaid, And gret materis quhilkis he begunnyn had, Left and differrit quhil ane other day,15 Trist in his mynd, and trublit of that delay: And mony ways hym self he accusyt, That he sa lang had slewthit and refusyt To ressaue glaidly the Troiane Ene; Repentyng sor, for weill of his cite,20 That he had not requirit hym and draw, Or than, to be his mawch and son in law. Sum tho, thar cite entre forto kepe, Befor the portis delvis trynschis deip; Sum to the ȝettis weltis weghty stonys,25 And sum gret jestis and sillys for the nonys: The bas trumpet with a bludy sovn The syng of batell blew our all the tovn. The wallis than thai stuffit rownd abowt With diuers sortis of mony syndry rowt:30 Baith wifis, barnys, childer, men, and page, Na kynd of stait was sparit tho, nor age; The hyast poynt and lattir resistens Callit euery wight to laubour and defens. The queyn also, Amata, furth can hald5 Onto the tempill and Pallas souerane hald, Born in hir char, and walkyng hir abowt Of matronys and nobil wemen a rowt; Offerandis and gyftis brocht with hir scho had: Nixt hand hir went Lavynia the maid,10 The caus of all this harm and wofull teyn, That down for schame dyd cast hyr lusty eyn. The matronys entris in the Goddis presens, And smokis the tempill with sweit vapour and sens, And reuthful vocis warpis lovd on hie.15 Alssone as thai attenyt the entre, O thou, said thai, Pallas armipotent, Tritonia clepit, maid, and president Of batale and of weris eueryone, With thy virginal handis breke onon20 Ȝon Troiane revaris wapynnys and his speir; Hym self als tyte dovn to the grund thou ber, Vndre our portis and our wallis hie Down warp hym ded, that we that sycht may se.

Heir Turnus and Camylla gan devys Practikis of weir, the Troianys to supprys.

Turnus hym self, als fers as ony gleid, Ful bissely addressyt on his weid, Desyrus of the batale and bargane. Intil a clos curas Rutilyane Be than his body weill embrasyt had he,5 Hys burnyst armour, awfull for to se, With lymmys claspit in platis gilt with gold, And hed all bair; ȝit, as hym selvyn wold, Hys dedly brand he beltis by his syde; And, schynand all of brycht gold, fast can glide10 Throw owt the palyce ryall heir and thar, Reiosyt in his mynd, as thocht he war In ferm beleif fortill ourset his fo: And on sik wys gan walkyng to and fro, With hart hyngand on the joly pyn.15 As, sum tyme, dois the curser start and ryn, That brokkyn hes his band, furth of his stall, Now gois at large out our the feldis all, And haldis towart the studis in a rage, Quhar merys rakis in thar pasturage,20 Or than onto the deip rynnand ryver, Quhar he was wont to drynk the watir cleir; He sprentis furth, and full provd walxis he, Heich strekand vp his hed with mony a ne, Out our his spaldis and nek lang by and by His lokkyrrit mayn schakand wantonly: Siklyke this Turnus semys, quhar he went. And, as he bradis furth apon the bent, The maid Camylla cummis hym agane,5 Accumpaneit with hir ostis Volscane: Befor the portis dovn lyghtis the queyn, Quham all the rowt hes followyt bedeyn, Discendand from thar horssis esely; Syne on sic wys this lady spak on hy:10 Turnus, says sche, gif ony hardy wight May traste or assure in thar awyn mycht, I vndertak, and dar promys, allane To mach in feild the ostis Eneadane, And baldly dar recuntir in melle15 All the horsmen of the Tuscane menȝe. I the requyr, suffir me to assay With my retenew and thir handis tway The first danger in batale, or I stent: Byde thou behynd on fut in enbuschment,20 And kepe the wallis of this tovn, scho said. Turnus his eyn hes fixit on this maid, That weirlike was and awfull onto se, Syne on this maner to hir ansueris he: O thou virgyn, glory of Italy,25 Quhat thankis ȝeld or rendir the may I, Or quhat may I refer of thy renovn? Bot, sen thou art to all thyng reddy bovn, Surmontyng all in curage souerane, Now at this tyme of sic laubour and payn30 Grant me my part, so that on athir syde Betwix ws twa the bargane be dyvyde. Hark, I sall schaw ȝou myne avys, quod he: Ȝon detestabill and myschews Enee, As that the rumour surely hes maid kend,5 And als my spyis schawis was thidder send, A certane horsmen, lycht armyt for the nanys, Hes send befor forto forray the planys; Hym self ascendis the hie band of the hyll By wentis strait and passage scharp and wyll,10 Schaip on our cite fortocum prevely. Tharfor a prattik of weir devys will I, And ly at wait in quyet enbuschment At athir pethis hed or secrete went; In the how slak, be ȝonder woddis syde,15 Full dern I sall my men of armys hyde. Set thou apon the Tuscan horsyt rowt, With pynsellis semlyt sammyn with a schowt: The stalwart Mesapus with the sall go, The Latyn barnage, and the brethir two,20 Thai capitanys come fra Tyburtyn cite, With all thar ordinance and hail menȝe: Tak thou the cuyr with thame to rewle and steir Alhaill that ryall army into weir. Thus said he, and with sic wordis at schort25 Mesapus to the fight he dyd exhort, And all his feris, syne euery capitane; And syne towart his aduersaris is gane. Thar lay a valle in a crukyt glen, Ganand for slycht till enbusch armyt men,30 Quham, wonder narrow, apon athir syde The bewys thik hampirris and doith hyde With skowgis darn and full obscur, perfay, Quharthrow thar strekit a rod or a strait way, Ane narrow peth, baith outgang and entre,5 Full scharp and schrowit passage wonder sle: Abufe the quhilk, apon the hill on hycht, Quhar men may spy about a weil far sycht, Thar lyis a playn to the Troianys onknaw; Bot, quha so list towart that sted to draw,10 It is a stellyng place and sovir harbry, Quhar ost in stail or enbuschment may ly, Quhidder men list the bargane to abyde Owder on the rycht hand or on the left syde, Or on the hycht debait thame for the nanys,15 And on thar fays welt dovn weghty stanys. Thyddir ȝong Turnus held and dyd ascend, As he that all the passage weil bekend; The place he tuke, and ful prevy, onknaw, Lyggis at wait vnder the darn wod schaw.20

Quhou that Opis was doun from Dyane send, And of quhat kyn Camylla was discend.

The meyn sesson, Latonas douchter Dyan, Within hir sete of hevynnys souerane, The swyft Opys, a nymphe ane of hir feris, Ane haly virgyne of hir sort mony ȝheris, To hir callis, rycht dolorus and onglaid, And, sychand sair, to hyr syk wordis said: O virgyn deyr, lo now, Camylla gays5 To cruell batall aganyst hyr mortal fays, And, al in vayn, with hir into syk werys Our wapynnys and our armour with hyr berys. I the declar and certifeis, quod sche, Abuf all other full deyr is sche to me:10 Ne this luf, suythly, is nocht cummyn of new, Nor ȝit of lait in Dyanys brest vpgrew, And with a hasty sweitnes movyt my spreit, Bot of ald kyndnes lang tyme onforleit. For quhen hir fader, Metabus the kyng,15 Was throw invy expellit hys ancyent ryng Of Pryvernum, and for the cruelte Of his pepill fled from that cite, With hym he bair this ȝong infant sa deir, Tobe his fallow in exill, and play feir,20 And eftir hir moderis name, hait Casmylla, Camylla hes clepit, a lettir tane awa. Befor hym in hys bosum he hyr bair, And socht onto the wilsum holtis hair. Hys cruel fays with thar wapynnys keyn25 Hym ombeset on all partis in teyn: With armyt men and wageouris the Volscanys So neir almost bylappyt hym at anys, Thar was na passage quhar away to fle. For lo! amyd the went quhar etlyt he,30 Amasenus, that ryver and fresch flude, Abuf the brays bulryt as it war wod; From the clowdis was bryst sik spait of rayn The ryver flowis our the large plane. He, dressand hym to swym, at the bank syde5 For luf of the ȝong bab most neid abyde, And, for his deir byrdyng dredand soir, Ilk chance in haist dyd roll in his memor; And scars this sentens prent into hys mynd, Hys douchtir forto clos within the rynd10 And stalwart sapplyn or bark of cork tre: For in hys hand the self tyme had he A bustuus speir, percace, baith styth and stuyr, As he that was a worthy weriour; The schaft was sad and sound, and weill ybaik:15 Ywympillit in this bark tho dyd he take Hys ȝong douchter, and with hys awyn hand Amyddis of this lans full suyrly band; Quhilk tasand with hys rycht hand, sone on hye Onto the hevyn abuf thus carpys he:20 O blissyt maid Latonya, our alquhar Of wild forestis the inhabitar, I, fader, heir professys servand to the This tendir ȝonglyng, bund onto this tre; Fleand hys fays throw the skyis, lo,25 Knyt to thy schaft, lawly besekis scho. Ressaue hir, lady, and testify, God wait, As thyne alhail, onto the dedicate, Quhilk now thou seis standis in danger, Commyttit to the wyndis and the ayr.30 Thus said he, and onon with a swak Hys gardy vp has bendit far abak, And threw the speir with all hys fors and mycht; The stremys soundyt of the schaftis flycht: Owr this fers ryver to the farthyr bra5 This fey onsilly bab, ȝong Camylla, Flaw knyt onto this quhirrand schaft of tre. Bot this Metabus, quhen that he dyd se The gret pres of hys fays cum sa neir, Na langar duelt, bot swam throu the ryver;10 And, cummyn to his purpos blyth and glaid, The speir onon, sa buklyt with the maid, In presand onto the thrynfald Dyane, Furth of the gresy sward he has vptane. Na rurall byggyngis, nor ȝit na strang cite,15 Wald hym ressaue within thar wallys he, Nor, thocht thai wald hym to harbry haue tane, Hys fers mynd couth not subdew to nane: So that, in maner of hyrdis in pasturage, On wild montanys he wonnyt all his age;20 Quhar that his dochtyr, amang buskis ronk, In dern sladis and mony scroggy slonk, With mylk he nurist of the beistis wild, And with the pappis fosterit he his child Of savage stude meris in that forest;25 Oft tymys he thar breistis mylkit and prest Within the tendir lippys of his get. And, fra the child myght fut to erd set, And with hir solis first dyd mark the grond, With dartis keyn and hedis scharply grund30 Hir fystis and hir handis chargyt he; And at hir schuldir buklyt hes on hie Ane propir bow and litil arow cace: And for hir goldyn garland or hed lace, In sted eik of hir syde garmont or pall,5 Our the schuldris fro hir nek down with all The grisly tygrys skyn of rent dyd hyng. The self tyme ȝit sche bot tendir ȝonglyng Thir dartis and the takillis swyft leit glyde; And oft abowt hir hed the ilk tyde10 Wald warp the stryngis of the stowt staf slyng, Quharwith feill sys to grand ded wald scho dyng The cran of Trace, or than the quhite swan. For nocht scho was desirit with mony a man, And moderis feill throu the townys Tuscane15 Desirit hir thar gud douchter, in vane: For scho only, full ferm in hir entent, Of Diane, Goddes of chastyte, stud content, And list to hant evyr in woddis with me The dartis schutyng, and love virginyte,20 Remanand incorrupt and a cleyn maid. I wald, forsuyth, at this tyme scho abaid, And had not hastit to sic chevalry, Forto molest the Troianys stowt army; Bot that ane of my ferys scho suld be,25 As scho that is at all tyme deir to me. Haue done onon, thou nymphe Opys, scho said, With wikkyt fatis sen bestad is ȝon maid, Thou slyde down from the hevyn, and that in hy; The Latyn feildis thou vissy and aspy,30 Quhar, in the wofall batale and melle, To ane onhappy chance betaucht is sche. Tak thir dartis, and sone owt of my cays That ilke revengeabill arow thou owt rays: Quha evir with wond doys hurt or violat5 Hyr haly body onto me dedicat, Quhidder he be Troiane or Italiane, All is in like, that he onon be slane, And with hys blude myn offens deir aby. My self thar eftir the reuthfull corps in hy10 Amyd a boys clowd sall cary away, Onspulȝeit of hir armour or array, And hir bygrave, reducit to hir cuntre, In sepultur full gloryus, said sche. Than Opys lyghtly of the hevynnys glade,15 Throw owt the skyis sowchand fast doun slaid, Persand the ayr with body all ourschrowd And dekkyt in a watry sabill clowd.

Quhou that Eneas with hys haill power Towart the cyte wallys drawis neir.

Dvryng this quhile, the Troiane power all Approchys fast towart the cite wall,20 The Tuscane Dukis and horsmen rowtis alhaill Arrayt in batale, euery ward and staill. Our all the planys brays the stampand stedis, Full galȝeart in thar bardis and weyrly wedis, Apon thar strait born brydillis brankand fast, Now thrympand heir, now thar, thayr hedis can cast: The large grond worth grysly onto se5 Of steill wapynnys and scharp speir hedis hie; And as the fyre all byrnand schayn the feildis Of brycht armour, heich helmys, and braid scheildis, Aganyst thame alsso onon apperys The bald Mesapus, valȝeant in werys;10 The agill Latyn pepill with hym was, And duke Catyllus, with his brother Coras, And eik the weyng of Wolscane pepill in feild With the stowt wench Camylla vnder scheild; And furth thai streik thar lang speris weill far,15 Drew in thar armys with schaftis chargit on far, Tasyt vp dartis, taclys, and fleand flanys: The contyr or first tocome for the nanys Full ardent wolx, and awfull forto se, The men byrnand to joyn in the melle,20 And furour grew of stedis sterand on stray. Now thai, approchyng sammyn in array Within ane arow schot on athyr syde, Syne maid a litill stop, and still dyd byde; Rasyt vp a schowt, bad on thame with a cry,25 Quhil bruyt and clamour fordynnyt the sky; Thar fers stedis dyd for the bargane cheir; On athir half thai mak a weirlike feir: And thar withall at anys on every sydis The dartis thik and fleand takyllys glydis,30 As doith the schour of snaw, and with thar flycht Dyrknyt the hevynnys and the skyis lyght. Tyrrhenus tho, ane of the Tuscane rowt, And Acontevs, a Rutilyane full stowt, Togidder semblyt with thar speris ran,5 To preif the first fall sammyn, man for man: Thai meit in melle with a felloun rak, Quhil schaftis al to schuldris with a crak; Togiddir duschis the stowt stedis atanys, That athyris contyr fruschyt otheris banys.10 And Aconteus, lyke to the thundris blast, Smyte from hys sadill a far way was cast, Or lyke a stayn warpyt from the engyne, That al tofruschit dovn he dyd declyne, With sik rebund and rewyne wonder sair15 That he his lyfe hes sparpellit in the ayr. All suddanly the Latynys tuke affray, And gaue the bak bedeyn, and fled away, Thar scheldis our thar schuldris kest behynd, And to the tovn spurris als fers as wynd.20 The Troianys dyd persewyng on the chays, And fast invadis thame Prynce Asyllas. Quhen thai approchyng to the portis neir, The Latyn pepill returnys all infeir, Thar weill dantit hors nekkis quhelit abowt,25 Syne gaue a cry, and on thame with a schowt: The tother party than hes tane the flyght, Leit ga the brydill, and fled in all thar mycht. Lyke as the flowand sey with fludis rude Now ruschis to the land, as it war woyd,30 And on the skelleys at the costis bay Vpswakkis fast the fomy wallys gray, And with his jawpys coverys in and owt The far sandis our the bay abowt; Now with swyft fard gois ebband fast abak,5 That with hys bulrand jaschis and owt swak With hym he sowkis and drawys mony stayn, And levis the strandis schald and sandis plane: The Tuscane folk the Latynys on sik wys Onto the cite wallys chasyt twys;10 And twys thar self dyd fle and gif the bak, With scheldis at defens behynd thame swak. Bot thareftir the thryd assay thai mak, The ostis sammyn jonyt with a crak, That euery man hes chosyn hym his feir:15 And than, forsuyth, the granys men mycht heir Of thame that stervyn and dovn bettyn beyn, That armour, wapynnys, and ded corps bedeyn, And stedis throwand on the grond that weltis, Mydlit with men quhilk ȝald the gaste and sweltis,20 Bedowyn lay full deip in thar awyn blude: The stowr encressis furyus and woyd. Orsilochus, a Troiane, with all his fors Dressis his lans at ane Remulus hors, For hym to meit he stude a maner feir;25 The hed remanyt vnder the horssis eyr. The steid enragit for the cruell dynt, And lansys vp on hycht als fers as flynt, As he that was inpacient of his wond, That Remulus down weltis on the grond.30 Catillus, ane of the brethir Tyberyne, Iollas down bet, and thareftir syne The gret Hermynyus, wondir byg of corps, Bot far byggar of curage and of fors; Quhais hed and schuldris nakyt war and bare,5 And on his crovn bot lokrand ȝallow hair; And thocht he nakyt was, and voyd of geir, Na wond nor wapyn mycht hym anys effer: Forgane the speris so bustuus blomyt he, That this Catillus stalwart schaft of tre10 Throw gyrdis baith hys braid schulder banys, And with the dynt stud schakand all at anys, Transfixit so, and persand euery part, It dowblis and renewys the mannis smart. The blaknyt dedly blude on athir syde15 Furth ruschis owt of workand wondis wyde; The swerdis baithit wolx in bargane red; Feill corpsis kyllit in the feild fell ded, And caucht a douchty end to swelt in fyght, By hurtis feill forto manteym thar rycht.20

Quhou Camylla hir fays doun can dyng, And venquyst Awnus, for all his fair flechyng.

The awfull maid Camylla the ilk tyde, With cace of arrowis tachit by hyr syde, Amyd the slauchter and melle apon hyr foyn Prowdly pransys lyke a wench Amaȝon, That, forto hant the bargane or assay, Hyr rycht pap had cut and brynt away: And now the sowpill schaftis baldly sche5 On athir sydis thik sparpellis and leit fle; Now, not irkyt in batale stith to stand, Ane stalwart ax scho hyntis in hir hand: Apon hir schulder the giltyn bow Turcas, With Dyanys arowys clatterand in hyr cays.10 And gif that so betyd into that fight Hyr ferys gave the bak and tuke the flycht, Into the chais oft wald scho turn agane, And, fleand, with hir bow schuyt mony a flane. Abowt hir went hir walit salwart feris,15 The maid Laryna, and Tulla ȝong of ȝheris, And Tarpeia, that stowtly turnys and swax With the weil stelit and braid billit ax; Italyanys born; quham the nobil Camylla Had to hir lovyng and honour deput swa,20 Tobeyn hir servandis in ganand tyme of paix, And in batale to stand by hir in pres. Lyke as of Trace the wenchys Amaȝonys Dyndillis the flude Thermodoon for the nonys, As in thar payntit armour do thai fyght,25 Owder abowt Hippolita the wight, Or by the weirlyke maid Penthesile, Rolland hir cart of weir to the melle; The wemen rowtis baldly to the assay, With felloun bruyt, gret revery, and deray,30 Furth haldis sammyn our the feldis sone, With crukyt scheldis schapyn like the moyn. O thou stern maid Camylla, quhat sall I say? Quham first, quham last, thou smait to erth that day? Or quhou feil corpsis in the batale sted5 Thou laid to grond, ourthrew, and put to ded? With the formast, Ewmenyus, that was one Son to Clysius; quhais braid breist bone With a lang stalwart speir of the fyr tre Throw smyttyn tyte and persyt sone hes sche:10 He cavis owr, furthbokand stremys of blude, And with his teith eik, schortly to conclude, The bludy erd he bait; and, as he sweltis, Apon hys wond oft writhis, tumlys, and weltis. Abuf this nixt scho ekis other two,15 Lyris, and ane Pegasyus alsso; Of quham the tane, that is to say, Lyris, As that he fordward stowpand was, I wys, To hynt hys horssis reyn that gan to fundir, And the tother present, to kep hym vndir,20 Furth straucht his febill arm to stynt his fall, To grund togidder ruschit ane and all. And to thir syne the son of Hyppotes, Amastrus hait, ded scho adionyt in pres; And lenand fordwart on hir lance of tre,25 Terreas and Harpalicus chasys sche, Persewand eik full bustuusly onon The bald Chromys, and strang Demophoon: Quhou feill dartis with hir hand kest this maid, Alsmony Troianys ded to grund scho laid.30 Ane Ornytus, ane huntar, far on raw, In armour and in cognycens onknaw, Raid on a curser of Apulȝe throu the feild: Hys braid schuldris weill cled war and ourheld With a ȝong bullis hyde newly of hynt;5 Hys hed coverit, to salf hym fro the dynt, Was with ane hydduus wolfis gapand jowis, With chaftis braid, quhyte teith, and bustuus powis. To mak debait, he held intill his hand A rural club or culmas insted of brand;10 And, quhar he went, amyd the rowtis on hie Abuf thame all his hail hed men myght se. Camylla hym at myscheif hes on set, Scho bair hym throw, and to the grund dovn bet; Nor na gret curage, forsuyth, was that, na mycht,15 For all his rowt tofore had tane the flycht. Bot forthir eik this forsaid Camylla, With mynd onfrendly, can thir wordis sa: Thou Tyrrheyn fallow, quhat, wenyt thou tobe In woddis chasand the wild deir? quod sche:20 The day is cummyn that ȝour prowd wordis hait A womanis wapyn sal resist and debait. And, not the les, na litill renowne From thens thou sal do turs away with the, And to our faderis gostis blythly schaw25 That with Camyllais glave thou art ourthraw. Incontinent this madyn eftir thys Slew Orsilochus, and ane that hait Butys, Twa biggast men of body and of banys Of all the ost and fallowschip Troianys.30 Bot this ilk Butys, standand hir befor, Out throu the nek dyd scho pers and bor, Betwix the hawbrig and the helm in hy, Quhar that his hals scho dyd nakyt aspy; For our his left schulder hang his scheld.5 Bot this Orsilochus fled hir in the feild, And gan to trump with mony a turnyng went; In circulis wyde scho drave hym our the bent, With mony a curs and jowk, abowt, abowt; Quhar euer he fled scho followis in and owt:10 And at the last scho has ourtak the man, And throw hys armour all, and his harn pan, Hyr braid poll ax, rasyt so on hie, With all hir fors and mycht syne strykis sche; As he besocht for grace with gret request,15 Scho dowblit on hir dyntis, and so hym prest, With feil wondis his hed has tort and rent; Hys harnys hait our all his vissage went. Than Awnus son, quhilk also Awnus hait, On cace betyd approche in the debait20 Towart this maid, and, alssone he hir saw, Abasyt huvis still for dreid and aw: Into the mont Appennynus dwelt he, Amang Liguriane pepill of his cuntre; And not, forsuyth, the lakest weriour,25 Bot forsy man, and rycht stalwart in stour, So lang as fatis sufferit hym in fycht To excers prettykis, juperty, or slycht. This Awnus, fra that weil persavit he Na way to fle nor eschew the melle,30 Nor mycht eschaip the queyn, stude him agane; Than he begouth assay hir with a trayn, And with a sle dissait thus first he said: Quhat honour is till a stowt wench or maid Fortill assur and trast in a strang hors?5 Leif thy swyft steid, and traste in thyne awyn fors; At nane avantage, quhen thou lyst to fle, Lyght on this plane, and hand for hand with me Addres ws to debait on fut allone: Thar sall thou se, thar sall thou knaw onone,10 Quhamto this wyndy glore, voust, or avantis, The honor, or, with payn, the lovyng grantis. Thus said he: bot scho than als hait as fyre, Aggrevit for, inflambit in felloun ire, Alycht, and to hir mait the hors betaucht;15 At his desyre onon on fut vpstraucht, With equal armour bodyn wondir lycht, The drawyn suerd in hand that schane full brycht, And onabasyt abaid hym in the feild, Abylȝeit only bot with a quhite scheild.20 The ȝong man, wenyng with his sle dissait He had begilit hir be his consait, Abowt his bridill turnyt but mair delay, And at the flycht sprent furth and brak away, And feil sys leit the hors sydis feill25 The scharp irne spurris prik apon his heill. O, quod the maid, thou fals Liguriane, Our wanton in thy prowd mynd, all invayn; O variant man, for nocht perfay, quod sche, Hes thou assayt thy cuntre craftis sle:30 Dissaitfull wight, forsuyth I to the say, Thy slycht and wylis sall the nocht beir away, Nor hayl scarth hyne do turs the hame fra ws Onto thy faderis hows, the fals Awnus. Thus said the wench onto this other syre,5 And furth scho sprent as spark of gleid or fyre; With spedy fut so swyftly rynnys sche, By passyt the horssis renk, and furth can fle Befor hym in the feild with gret disdeyn, And claucht onon the curser by the reyn;10 Syne set apon hym baldly, quhar scho stude, And hir revengit of hir fays blude: Als lychtly as the happy goishalk, we se, From the hycht of a rokis pynnakill hie With swyft weyngis persewis wonder sair15 The silly dow heich vp into the ayr, Quham finaly he clippis at the last, And lowkyt in his punsys sarris fast, Thristand his tallons sa throu hir entralis Quhill at the blude abundantly furth ralys;20 And, with hir beik deplumand, on al sydis The lycht downys vp to the skyis glidis.

Tarchon, gret chiftane of the Tuscan ost, The fleand folkis to turn agane can bost.

The fader of Goddis and men with diligent eyn Has all hir dedis vnderstand and seyn, And, situat in his hevynly hous on hie, Inducis and commovis to the melle Tarchon, of Tuscanys pryncipall lord and syre, In breithfull stoundis rasyt brym as fyre; So that amyd the ful myschewos fyght,5 The gret slauchter and rowtis takand the flycht, On horsbak in this Tarchon baldly draw, Wilfull his pepill to support and saw: The wardis all of euery natioun With admonitiouns seir and exhortatioun10 And diuers wordis tystis to feght, for schame, Clepand and calland ilk man be his name, Quhill thai that drevyn war abak and chaste Relevys agane to the bargane in haist. O Tuscane pepill, quhou happynnys this, said he,15 That ȝhe sal evir sa doillyt and bowbartis be Onwrokyn sik inurys to suffir heir? O, quhat be this? quhou gret a dreid and feir, Quhou huge dolfnes, and schaymful cowardice, Hes ombeset ȝour myndis, apon sik wys20 That a woman allon, and thus belyve, Apon sik wys sal scattir ȝou and dryve, And gar sa large rowtis tak the flycht? Quharto bair we thir steill egis in fyght? Or quhat avalys to hald in hand, lat se,25 For nocht thir wapynnys, gyf we a wife sall fle? Ȝe war not wont tobe sa lyddyr ilkane At nycht batellys and workis venerian, Or quhar the bowand trumpet blew the spryng, At Bachus dans to go in caralyng,30 Syne go to fest at tabill, and syt at des, Se cowpys full, and mony danty mes: Thar was ȝour lust, plesour, and appetite, Thar was ȝour bissy cuyr and ȝour delyte; Quhen that the happy spayman, on hys gys,5 Pronuncit the festual haly sacryfys, And the fat offerandis dyd ȝou call on raw To banket amyd the dern blissyt schaw. And, with that word, amydwart the melle, Reddy to sterf, his hors furth sterys he,10 And awfully onon with all his mayn Ruschit apon Venulus, stud hym agane; And with hys rycht arm can hys fa enbras, Syk wys he dyd hym from hys hors arrais, And with huge strenth syne dyd hym cowch and lay15 Befor his breist, and bair hym quyte away. The Tuscanys rasyt a clamour to the sky, And Latynys all thar eyn abowt dyd wry. This Tarchon, ardent as the fyry levyn, Flaw furth swyft as a fowle vp towart hevyn,20 Berand with hym the armour and the man; And fra his speris poynt of brak he than The stelit hed, and syne seyrsis all artis, Euerilk entre, and all the oppyn partis, Quhar he mycht fynd into sa litil stovnd25 A place patent to geif hym dedis wond: And, be the contrar, Venulus full wight Maid all debait and obstakill at he mycht, And can hys hand from hys throt oft sys chop With all hys strenth, hys violens to stop.30 Lyke as, sum tyme, the ȝallo egill be sycht The eddir hyntis vp and careis on hyght, Syne, fleand, in hir feit strenȝeis sa fast That oft hyr punsys out throw the skyn dois thrast: Bot the serpent, wondyt and al toschent,5 In lowpyt thrawys wrythis with mony a sprent, Hyr sprutlyt skalys vpset grysly to se, With quhisland mouth strekand hir hed on hie; All thocht scho wreill, and sprynkill, bend, or skyp, Evir the sarar this ern strenys hys gryp,10 And with hys bowand beik rentis grewsly, Sammyn with hys weyngis soursand in the sky: Noyn othyr wys, this Tarchon tursys hys pray Throw owt the Tyburtyn rowtis glaid and gay. The pepill Tuscane, quhilum cum fra Lyde,15 Seand the exempill and prosper chans that tyd Of thar stowt duke, followys hys hardyment, And with a rusch sammyn in the bargane sprent. Quhen as ane Aruns, by hys mortal fait Onto myschewos ded predestinate,20 Circulis at the wait, and aspyis abowt The swyft madyn Camyll, of all the rowt In honest fait of armys maist expert, And best betaucht to schute or cast a dart: He sekis by quhat ways or fortoun25 To fynd the fassoun and tyme oportune Maist esely this lady to assaill; And all the wentis and renkis, sans faill, This furyus maid held mydwart the melle, The sammyn gait and passage haldis he,30 And prevely hir futsteppys dyd espy; And quhar scho dyd return with victory, With fut bakwart frawart hir aduersar, This ilk Aruns was ful reddy thar, And thyftuusly onon the sam way he5 Withdrew hys pays, and held on hir hys E: Lurkand at wayt, and spyand rownd abowt, Now this tocome, now that onset, but dowt, At euery part thys pevech man of weyr, And schuke in hand hys oneschewabill speir.10

Aruns the preist slays Camylla be slycht, Syne cowartly onon takis the flycht.

Per chans that tyde Choreus, of gret estait, Ane spiritual man blissyt and consecrat, That to Cybele sum tyme preist had be, A weill lang space ȝond in the melle Abilȝeit rychly and full gloryus schane15 In pompus armour and array Phrygiane: Furth dryvys he the fomy sterand steid, With weirlyke bardis cled, and sovir weid Of coyrbulȝe or leddir with gilt nalys, Cowchyt with plait of steill als thik as skalys;20 And he hym self, in brovne sangwane weill dycht, Abuf hys onkouth armour blomand brycht, Schaftis he schot, and takillys wrocht in Creyt, With Lycyane bow nokkyt with hornys meyt, And clattryng by hys schuldyr for the weir Hys ganȝe cays and goldyn awblaster; The helm of gold schane on the prestis hed;5 Of safron hew, betwix ȝallow and red, Was hys rych mantill, of quham the forbreist lappys, Ratlyng of brycht gold wyre, with gyltyn trappys Or cordys fyne was buklyt with a knot; Of nedill wark all brusyt was hys cote;10 Hys hosyng schane of wark of barbary In porturatour of subtell brusery. Thys man only of all the mekyll rowt The maid Camylla followis fast about; Quhyddir so it was that Troiane armour sche15 Lyst hyng in tempill for memor of trophe, Or than desyryt this wantoun hunteres In goldyn attyre hir selwyn to addres, Quhilk scho in feild byreft hyr aduersar; Throw owt the ost onwarly went alquhar,20 Blynd in desyre this Troiane to assay, In womanly appetyt ardent of this pray, This precyus spulȝe, and array sa prowd, Quharwith, as said is, was this preist yschrowd. This forsaid Aruns liggyng at the wait,25 Seand this maid onflocht at sik estait, Chosys hys tyme that was mast oportune, And towart hir hys dart adressyt sone. With voce expres hys prayer thus maid he: O brycht Apollo, souerane God mast hie,30 Of haly mont Soractis the wardane, Quham pryncipaly we wirschip euery ane, Quhamto the fyry smok of sens, we se, Blesys in the kyndillit byngis of fyr tre; As we that wirschippis the with obesans,5 Be support of thy devoyt observans, Oft with our futsteppys and our nakyt solys Down thryngis feil hait syndris and fyry colys; Grant me, fader almychty, now I pray, With our wapynnys this schame to do away.10 I ask na trophe, nor the pompos weyd Of this maid dovn bet or repulsyt in deid, Nowder byd I therof spulȝe nor renovn; My other dedis syne mot mak me bovn To report honour and lawd eftir this:15 Bot at this time I byd na mair, I wys, Salf that this wench, this vengeabill pest or trake, Be bet dovn ded by my wond and smart strake, And syne that I may to my kynd cite But ony glor return alyve, quod he.20 Phebus hym hard, and grantit to fulfyll Of hys axin a party, at hys wyll; Bot for the tother part, suyth to say, He leit do waif with the swyft wynd away: Consentand that he suld doun bet and sla25 By hasty ded the awfull Camylla; Bot, at hys cuntre hail scarth haymwart brocht Suld se hym eftir that, he grantit nocht; And in the clowdy blastis of the sky That voce and wordis flaw away in hy.30 So that, als fast as from hys hand, that stond, Thirland the ayr this takill gaue a sound, The rowtis can aduert and takis tent, Turnand thar syghtis, ilk wight, with a blent Towart the queyn, thar lady, this Camyll:5 Bot scho nane heyd nor tent hes tane thartill, Nowder of the hasty motioun of the ayr, Nor ȝit the byrrand sovnd this flycht maid thar, Nor ȝit persauyt this awfull schaft of tre Discendand swyftly fra the hevyn on hie;10 Quhill that the lance hir smate and hurt, perfay, Quhar that hir pap was schorn and cut away, And weggyt deip within hir cost stude, Furth sowkis largely of this madynnys blude. Hyr complicis alsammyn in this neyd15 Start to thar lady in affray and dreid; And sone thai claucht and lappyt in thar armys This queyn, that funderand was for hir smart harmys. Bot fyrst of all, for feyr and fell affray, Thys Aruns fled full fast and brak away,20 With blythnes mydlyt havand paynfull dreid: For he na langar durst into this neyd Assure forto debait hym with hys speir, Na ȝit abyd the virgynys wapyn, for feyr. And lyke as that the wild wolf in hys rage25 Knawand hys recent falt and gret owtrage, Quhen that he hes sum gret ȝong oxin slane, Or than weryit the nolt hyrd on the plane, Tofor hys fays with wapynnys hym persew, Onon is he to the heich mont adew,30 And hyd hym self full far owt of the way; Hys taill, that on hys ryg befor tymys lay, Vnder hys waym lattis fall abasytly, And to the wod can hast hym intill hy: Nane other wys Aruns, that fleyt wight,5 Fled, and belyve withdrew hym owt of sycht; Content only to gyf the bak and fle, Amang the thikast pres hym hyd hes he. And this Camylla, stervand the ilk stound, The schaft hes pullyt of hyr dedly wound10 With hir awyn hand; bot ȝit amang the banys The scharp steill hed fixt to the rybbys remanys, In a full deip wond and a grewos sayr. All paill and bludles swarthis scho rycht thar, And in the deth closys hir cald eyn;15 The rudy cullour, vmquhile as purpour scheyn, Blaknyt, and fadys quyte out of hir face: And, ȝaldand vp the gost in the ilk place, Onto ane of hir damysellis and ferys, Clepyt Acca, that had beyn mony ȝheris20 Only maste trast, and hald in speciall To Camylla abuf the otheris all, That knew alhaill the secretis of hir hart, With quham hir thochtful curys wald scho part, That tyme scho spak, and said on this maner:25 Acca, Acca, my leif systyr deyr, Onto this hour I haue done at I myght; Bot now this dolorus wond so hes me dycht That all thyng dymmys and myrknys me abowt. Go fast thy way, and hy the of this rowt;30 Schaw Turnus thir my last commandis, quod sche; Byd hym entyr in fecht insted of me, And fra the cite thir Troianys dryve away: Adew for evir! I haue na mar to say. Sammyn with that word the renȝeis slyp leyt sche,5 And slayd to grond, nocht of fre volunte. Than the cald deith and last stondis mortall The spreit dissoluyt from the corps our all; Hyr sowpil crag inclynand and nek bayn, Bowyt dovn hyr hed that was with deth ourtane;10 Furth sprent hyr armys in the ded thrawyng, And fra hir kest hir wapynnys and armyng: The spreit of lyfe fled murnand with a grone, And with disdene dovn to the gostis is goyn.