VOLUME II. (continued 5)

Eneas feghtis and Turnus, hand for hand, And Turnus fled, for he had brokkyn his brand.

Thys fader than, this gret prynce Ene, Herand the name of Turnus cryit on hie, The wallys left, and fra the tovn went away Richt hastely, secludand all delay; Styntis all the wark that he begunnyn had, And hoppit vp for joy, he was so glaid: The huslyng in his armour dyd rebund,5 And kest a terribill or a feirfull sound. Vpraxit hym he hes amyd the place, Als byg as Athon, the hie mont in Trace, Or heich as mont Erix in Scycily, Or than the fader of hillys in Italy,10 Clepyt mont Apennynus, quhen that he Doith swouch or bray with roky quhynnys hie. And joys to streik hys snawy top on hycht Vp in the ayr amang the skyis brycht: That is to say, amang all other wightis15 Eneas semyt to surmontyn in hyghtis The remanent of all the mekill rowt, As thir montanys excedis the knollys abowt. And than, forsuyth, Rutilianys egyrly, And all the Troian ostis or army,20 Towart thar dukis dyd return thar eyn; The Rutilianys, I say, and eik bedeyn All the Latynys that on the wallys stud, And all thai als, tofor as thai war woid The barmkyn law smait with the rammys fast,25 Now of thar schuldris can thar armour cast. The kyng hym self, Latyn, abasyt to se Twa men sa byg of huge quantite, Generit and bred in realmys far insundir Of seir partis of the warld, that it was wondir30 Twa of sik statur, onmysurly of hycht, Fortill assembill sammyn into fyght, Or forto se thame, matchit on the greyn, Dereyn the bargane with thar wapynnys keyn. And than athir thir campionys vndir scheild,5 Quhen voydit weill and rowmyt was the feild That patent was the plane a weil large space, With hasty fard on far hes tane thar rays, And can thar speris cast, or thai cum neir, Quhil scheildis soundit and all thar other geir;10 Ane marcial batale thai begyn, but baid, And athir sternly dyd hys fa invaid. So dyd the strakis dyn on thar steill weid, The erd granys and dyndlys far onbreid, Syne raschit togidder with swerdis, or euer thai stynt,15 And rowtis thik thai doublit, dynt for dynt; With fors of prowes and fatale aventur Mydlit sammyn the bargane thai endur. Lyke as twa bustuus bullys by and by, On the hie month Taburn in Champany,20 Or in the mekill forest of Syla, Quhen thai assembill in austern bargane thra, With front to front, and horn for horn, attanys Ruschand togiddir with cronys and feirfull granys, That fe masteris and hyrdmen, euery wight,25 Abasyt gevys thame place, so brym thai fight: For feir the bestis dum all standis by, And all in dowt squelys the ȝong ky, Quha salbe master of the catal all, Or quhilk of thame the bowys follow sall:30 Tha twa bullys, thus stryvand in that stond, By mekill fors wyrkis other mony a wond, And duschand festynnys fast thar hornys stowt, Quhill that abundans of blude stremys owt, That can do wesch, bedy, or all to baith,5 Thar grym nekkis and thar spaldis baith; That of thar rowstyng all the large plane And woddis rank rowtis and lowys agane. Nane other wys Ene, the Troian heir, And Dawnus son, Turnus, sammyn infeir10 Hurlys togiddir with thar scheildis strang, That for gret raschis all the hevynnys rang. Thus Jupiter hym self hes atheris chance A weill lang space to hungyn in ballance Be equale myssour, and pasyt hes alsso15 The fatis diuers of thame baith two; Quham the stowt laubour suld deliuer fre, And quham the pasand wecht ourwelt to de. Turnus at this tyme walxis bald and blyth, Wenyng to caucht a stound hys strenth to kyth20 But ony danger or aduersyte; He raxis hym, and hevis vp on hie Hys bludy sword, and smait in al hys mayn. A gret clamour gave the pepill Troian, And eik the Latynys quakyng gaue a schowt,25 Full prest thame to behald stud athir rowt. Bot this ontraste fals blaid is brokyn in sundyr, And ardent Turnus brocht hes in gret blundir; For it amyddis of hys dynt hym falys, And dissolet hym left, that nocht avalys To hym hys strenth, hardyment, and mycht, Les than he tak for hys defens the flycht: Ȝa, swyftar than the wynd he fled, I ges, Quhen that he saw hys rycht hand wapynles, And persauyt the plummet was onknaw.5 For so the fame is, at the ilk thraw Quhen he first ruschit in hys cart inhy, And gart do ȝok hys stedis by and by To go onto the batale the sam day, That, for the suddand onset and effray,10 The cartar Metiscus sword he hynt in hand, And all forȝet hys faderis nobill brand: And this ilk swerd was sufficient a lang space, Quhill that he followit the Troianys in the chais, That gaue the bak, as we haue said or this;15 Bot alsfast as it twichit and matchit is With dyvyn armour maid by God Wlcan, And tharon smyttyn in al Turnus mayn, This ontrew temperit blaid and fykkill brand, That forgit was bot with a mortal hand,20 In flendris flaw, and at the first clap, As brukkill ice, in litill pecis lap, Quhil the small partis of the blaid brokin in twa As glas gletand apon the dun sand lay. Quharfor this Turnus, half myndles and brane,25 Socht diuers wentis to fle throu owt the plane; With mony wyndis and turnys, all on flocht, Now heir, syne thar, onsovirly he socht. Troianys stude thik bylappit inveroun In maner of a conpas or a crovn;30 And on the ta half eik a laik braid Hym so inclusyt that he mycht nocht evaid, And on the tother syde fermyt als was he With the hie wallys of the cheif cyte. And thocht the wond tarreis Ene sum deill,5 Wrocht to hym by the takill with hed of steill, To weild hys kne maid sum impediment, That he mycht nocht braid swyftly our the bent, With na les pres and haist ȝit, nocht for thy, He, fute for fut, persewys him fervently:10 Lyke as, sum tyme, quhen that the huntar stowt Betrappit has and ombeset about With hys ralys and with hys hundis gude The mekill hart swymmand amyd the flude, Quhilk thar inclusit neidlingis mon abyd;15 For he may not eschape on nother syd, For feir of hundis, and that awfull bern Baryng schaftis fedderit with plumys of the ern; The rynnyng hund dois hym assail in threte Baith with swift rays and with hys questis grete:20 Bot this hart, all abasyt of thar slycht, And of the strait and stay bankis gret hycht, Can fle and eik return a thousand ways; Bot than the swypir Tuscan hund assays And nerys fast, ay reddy hym to hynt,25 Now, now, almaste lyke, or euir he stynt, He suld hym hynt, and, as the beste war tak, With hys wyd chaftis at hym makis a snak, The byt oft falȝeis for ocht he do mycht, And chakkis waist togiddir hys wapynnys wycht.30 Richt so, at this tyme, apon athir syde The clamour rays, that all the laik wyde And brays abowt thame answerd, so thai ferd, The hevyn our all eik rumlyt of ther rerd. And Turnus, fleand, sammyn fast can call5 Rutilianys, chidand baith ane and all, Every man clepand by hys proper name, To reke hym hys traist swerd for schame: And by the contrar, awfully Ene Can thame mannans, that nane sa bald suldbe,10 And schew present the deth all reddy heir To thar ondoyng, gif that ony drew neir, And quakyng for affeir maid thame agast; Schorand the cite to distroy and doun cast, Gif ony help or supple to hym schew,15 And, thocht he sair was, fersly dyd persew. Thus fyve tymys round intill a rays About the feild can thai fle and chais, And als feill sys went turnyng heir and thar, Lyke as befor the hund wiskis the hair.20 And na wondir; for sa the mater lyis, To na bowrdyng twichit thar interprys, Na for small wagis thai debait and stryfe, Bot apoun Turnus blude schedding and lyfe. On cace, amyd this feild had grow of lait25 Ane wild olyve to Fawnus consecrait, Quharon grew bittyr levys, and mony ȝheris Was hald in wirschip with all maryneris; At the quhilk tre, quhen thai eschapit had The stormys blast, and wallis maid thame rad,30 Tharon thar offerandis wald affix and hyng Onto this God vmquhile of Lawrent kyng, And tharon eik the clathis bekend vpstent: Bot tho the stok of this tre doun was rent By the Troianys, mysknawand it hallowit was,5 To that entent to plane the batale place. Eneas byg lance or hys castyng speir Percays apon the poynt was stykand heir; Thiddir this schaft the gret fors of his cast Had thraw the ilk stund, and thar fixit fast,10 Amang the grippill rutis fast haldand, Weggit full law the lance on end dyd stand. The Troiane prynce it grippis in that sted, Willyng in hand to pull owt the steill hed, With cast tharof to follow hym at the bak,15 Quham he throw speid of fut mycht nocht ourtak. Bot than Turnus, half mangit in effray, Cryis, O thou Fawnus, help, help! I the pray; And thou Tellus, mast nobill God of erd, Hald fast the speris hed by ȝour werd;20 As I that evir has wirschipit on thir planys Ȝour honour, that be the contrar Eneadanys Hes violet and prophanyt be stryfe, quod he, With blude scheddyng, and down hewyn ȝour tre. Thus said he, and no thyng in vane, I wys,25 The Goddys help he axit; for, at hys wys, A full lang tyme wrelis and tareis Ene Furth of the teuch rutis of this ilk tre Hys speir to draw, and bytis on his lip; Bot festynnyt sa is in the war the gryp.30 That by na maner fors, thocht he was wight, Furth of the stok the schaft vp pull he mycht. And as he brymly thus inforcis fast To draw the speir, this Goddes at the last, I meyn Juturna, douchter of Dawnus king,5 Owt throw the feld com rynnand in a lyng, Changit agane, as that befor scho was, Into Metiscus semlant and lyknes, And to hir brother hes hys swerd betaucht: Quhar at Dame Venus gret disdenȝe caucht,10 Sik thyng suldbe tholit this bald nymphe to do; Than suddanly to the speir rakis scho, Baith schaft and hed onon, or evir scho stent, At the first pull from the deip rute hes rent. Than athir restit and refreschit weill15 Baith in curage and scharp wapynnys of steill, He trastand in hys swerd that weill wald scheir, And he full prowd and stern of hys byg sper; Incontrar otheris baldly lang thai stand In marciall batale athir resistand,20 Ilkane full wilfull otheris till ourthraw, At sic debait that baith thai pant and blaw.

Quhou Jupiter and Juno dyd contend Eneas stryfe and Turnus fortill end.

The fader almychty of the hevyn abuf, In the meyn tyme, onto Juno his lufe, Quhilk tho down from a watry ȝallow clowd Beheld the bargane, therof na thing prowd, Thus spak and said; O my deir spous, quhat now? Quhat end salbe of this mater, or quhou? Quhat restis finaly now atall? lat se.5 Thou wait thi self, and grantis thou wait, Enee Is destinat onto the hevin to cum, And for tobe clepit with all and sum Amang the Goddis a God Indigites, And by the fatis forto rest in pes,10 Sesit abuf the starry skyis hie. Quhat purposis or etlys thou now? lat se; Or into quhat beleif, or quhat entent, Hyngis thou swa in the cald firmament? Was it honest a godly dyvyne wight15 With ony mortal strake to wond in fight? Or ȝit ganand, the swerd lost and adew, To rendir Turnus, lo, hys brand of new, And strenth encress to thame at venquist be? For quhat avalit Juturna, but thy supple?20 Desist heirof, now at last, be the lest, And condiscend to bow at our request; Ne suffir not thy hyd sorrow, I pray, Na langar the consume and waist away, That I na mar sik wofull thochtis se25 Schyne nor appeir in thy sweit face, quod he: For now is cum the extreme lattir punct. Thou mycht, quhil now, haue catchit at disiunct The silly Troianys baith be sey and land; And eik thou mycht alsso at thyne awin hand30 A fell ontellabill batal rays or weir, Deform the howshald, and bryng all on steir Be mony diuers ways of fury rage, And all with murnyng mixt thar mariage: Bot I forbyd ȝou ony mar sic thing.5 Thus spak and carpis Jove, gret hevynnys kyng. Saturnus dochtir, Juno the Goddes, Ansuerit on this wys, castand doun hir face: O Jupiter, deir lord, certis, said sche, Because this thy gret will was knawyn to me,10 On fors tharfor, and incontrar my mynd, I left the erd and my frend Turnus kynd. Ne, war not that, suld thou me se allone Thus sittand in the ayr al wobegone, Sustenand thus al maner of myscheif,15 And euery stres, baith lesum and onleif; Bot at I suld, gyrthit with flambis red, Stowtly haue standyn in ȝon batale sted, And suld haue drawyn ȝon Troianys, ane and all, Into fell mortal bargane inimicall.20 I grant, I dyd persuading owt of dreid Juturna to pas doun at sik neid To hir brothir, and for his lyfe eik I Approvis weill, and als dois ratify, To vndertak mair than to hir pertenyt;25 Bot I forsuith persuadit neuer, nor menyt, That scho suld dartis cast, or takillis draw, Nor with the bow mak debait ony thraw: I swer tharto be the onplesand well Of Stix, the flud and cheif fontane of hell,30 Quhais only dreidfull superstitioun heir The Goddis kepis, that nane dar it forswere. And now, forsuith, thy will obey sall I, And giffis owr the caus perpetualy; And heir I leif sik werys and debait,5 The quhilk, certis, I now detest and hait. Bot for the land of Latium or Itaill, And for maieste of thine awin blude, sans faill, A thing I the beseik, quhilk, weill I wait, is Na wys include in statutis of the fatis:10 That is to knaw, quhen that, as weill mot be, With happy wedlok and felicite Ȝon pepillis twane sall knyt vp peax for ay, Bynd confiderans baith coniunct in a lay, That thou ne wald the ald inhabitantis15 Byd change thar Latyn name nor natyve landis, Ne charge thame nother tobe callyt Troianys, Nor ȝit be clepit Phrigianys nor Tewcranys; Ne ȝit the Latyn pepill thar leid to change, Nor turn thar clething in other habyt strange.20 Lat it remane Latium, as it was air; And lat the kyngis be namyt euermar Pryncis and faderis of the stile Albane; The lynage eik and gret ofspring Romane Mot discend tharfra potent and mychty,25 Vndir the virtuus titill of Italy. Troy is doun bet; doun bet lat it remane, With name and all, and neuer vprys agane. Than gan to smyle Jupiter the gret kyng, That is producear of men and euery thing:30 Systir german, quod he, to Jove art thou, And secund child to Saturn ald; ha, quhou Sa gret a storm or spait of felloun ire Vndir thy breist thou rollis hait as fyre? Bot wirk as I the byd, and do away5 That wreth consauyt but ony caus, I pray. I geif and grantis the thi desyre, quod he; Of fre will, venquyst, referris me to the. Thir ilk pepill clepit Ausonyanys, On otherwys callit Italianys,10 The auld vsans and leyd of thar cuntre Sall bruke and joys, and eik thar name salbe As it is now, and as thar stile remanys: Alanerly thar personys the Troianys Sall entyr myddill and remane thame amang:15 The fassonys and the ritis, that nocht ga wrang, Of sacrifice to thame statute I sall, And Latyn pepill of a tung mak thame all. The kynd of men discend from thir Troianys, Mydlit with kyn of the Italianys,20 Thou sall behald in piete and gentilnes To go abufe baith men and Goddis expres; Nor neuer clan or other nation by Lyke thame sall hallow, ne ȝit sanctify Thy wirschip, eik and honour, as thai sall do.25 Juno anerdit, and gaue consent heirto, Ful blith and joyus of this grant, perfay, Fra hir ald wraith hes writhit hir mynd away; And in the meyn tyme onto the hevyn hir drew, And left the clovd, and bad Turnus adew.30 Thys beand done, as said is, on sik wys, This hie fader can with hym self devys Ane other craft; and providis the way Quhou that he sall Juturna dryfe away From helpyng of hir brother intill armys.5 Thar beyn twa vengeabill monstreis full of harmys, Clepit to surname Dire, wikkit as fyre, That is to say, the Goddis wraik or ire: Quhilk myschewos and cruell sisteris twa, Sammyn with the hellys fury Megera,10 Bair at a birth, for na thing profitabill, The Nycht thar moder, that barntyme miserabill; And all elike wymplit and cled thir trakis With eddris thrawin, and harys full of snakis, And tharto ekit weyngis swift as wynd.15 Thir wikkit schrewys reddy sal ȝe fynd Befor the troyn of Jove, and eik also Within the wanys of cruell kyng Pluto: Thai scharp the dreid to mortale wrachit wightis, Quhen euir the kyng of Goddis by his mychtis20 The deth, or the contagius seiknes seir, Disponys hym to send in the erth heir, Or quhen that hym list do smyte and affray Citeis with weirfar, as deservit haue thai. Jove ane of thir, full swipper to discend,25 Furth of the hevin abuf onon hes send, And bad hir hald doun baldly to the erd, Forto resist Juturnais ire and werd. And scho onon doun flaw, to ples the lard, And to the grund thuddis with hasty fard:30 Nane other wys than from the stryng doith fle The swift arrow owt throw the ayr we se, Or, into bittyr vennom wet, sum flane Castyn or schot by sum archer Persayn, By sum Persayn or man of Cydony5 The schaft thrawyn, that quhirris throu the sky, And, quhar it hyttis, wirkis a wond of pyne, Oncurabill by the craft of medycyne, And sa swiftly slydis throu the clowdis gray That quhar it went nane may persave the way.10 On sik maner the Nyghtis douchtir onflocht Throw the skyis doun to the erth sone socht: And eftir that scho saw the Troian ostis, And Turnus rowtis arrayt on the costis, Scho hir transformyt in lyknes of a fowle,15 Quhilk we a litil howlet cleip, or owle; That sum tyme into gravis, or stokkis of tre, Or on the waist thak, or hows rufis hie, Sittand by nycht syngis a sorowfull toyn In the dyrk skowgis, with scrykis inoportoyn:20 This vengeabill wraik, in sik form changit thus, Evyn in the face and vissage of Turnus Can fle and flaf, and maid hym forto grow, Scho soundis so with mony hys and how, And in hys scheild can with hyr weyngis smyte.25 A new dolfnes dissoluyt hys membris tyte; For verray dreid and for gret horrour als Vp stert hys hair, the voce stak in hys hals. Bot as Juturna soyn on far dyd heir Of this fury the quhislyng and the beir,30 The swouchyng of hir weyngis and hir flycht, This woful sister hyr hair rent for that sycht, With nalys ryvand reuthfully hir face, And smytand with hir nevis hir breist, allace! Turnus, my best belovit brother, quod sche,5 Quhat may thy sistir help now, wa is me! Or quhat now restis to me, wrachit wight? Thy life prolong quhou may I? Be quhat slycht May I oppone me to resist or stryve With sik a monstre? Na, nane wight alyve.10 Now, now, I leif the feild, and goys away. O ȝe myschewos fowlis, I ȝou pray, Do me na mair agrys trymland for feir; The clappyng of ȝour weyngis I knaw and heir, And eik the dedly sovndis weill on far:15 The provd command of myghty Jupiter, That gydis al thing by hys maieste, Dois me not now astart, for I it se. Is this the ganȝeld that he rendris me In recompens of my virginite?20 Quharto eternal lyfe hes he me geif? Quharto suld I on this wys euer leif? Quharto is me byreft the faculte Of deth, and grantit immortalite? For, gif I mortal war, now, now suythly,25 Thir sa gret dolouris mycht I end in hy, And with my reuthfull brother go withall Amangis the dym schaddoys infernall. O deir brother german, without the Is na thing sweit nor plesand onto me.30 O now quhat grund, land, or erd tewch Sal swelly me tharin half deip eneuch, And, thocht I beyn a Goddes, doun me draw, And send ontil infernal wightis law? Thus mekil said scho; and tharwith bad adew,5 Hir hed valit with a haw claith or blew, And, murnand gretly thar as that scho stud, This Goddes dowkit deip vnder the flud.

At Eneas Turnus a stane dyd cast; Bot Eneas has slane hym at the last.

Ene with this instantly list not ces Forto recontyr Turnus in the pres,10 And hys big speir apoun hym schakis he, Quhilk semyt rude and squar as ony tre; And with a bald and bustuus breist thus spak: Quhat menys this langsum delay ȝhe mak? Quhy tary ȝe for schame, Turnus, all day?15 Quharto withdrawis thou the so away? We pyngill not for speid na curs to ryn, Bot we debait suld, this barres within, With wapynnys keyn and with our burnyst brandis, Togiddir met dereyn it with our handis.20 Do change thy self, or turn at thy awyn eys In all maner of figuris as the pleis; Gaddir togiddir and assembill now, lat se, All that thou has of strenth or subtelte; Wys now to fle vp to the starnys on hycht With fedderit weyngis forto tak thy flycht, Or forto cloys thy self this ilk thraw5 Into sum cavern vnder the erd law. Turnus, schakand hys hed, said, thou fers fo, Thy fervent wordis compt I not a stro, Thy sawis makis me not agast, perfay; It is the Goddis that doith me affray,10 And Jupiter becummyn myne ennemy. Ne mor he said, bot blent about in hy, And dyd aspy quhar that a gret roke lay, Ane ald crag stane huge gret and gray, Quhilk on the plane, percace, was liggand neir,15 A marche set in that grand mony ȝeir Of twa feildis, forto decern tharby The ald debait of pley or contrauersy; Scarsly twys sax stowt walit men and wight, Quhilk now the erd producis, hes sik mycht20 To charge it on thar schuldris or to beir; Quham full lychtly Turnus, that nobill heir, Hynt in hys hand, and swakkit at his fo, And raxit hym on hicht thar vndir alsso, And tharwith chargit a full swyft curs ran.25 Bot sa confundit is this douchty man, That he ne knew hym selvyn in that sted, Nowder quhar that he ran, nor quhar he ȝed. Nor felt hym self liftand on the land The mekill stane, nor steir it with his hand:30 Hys kneis stummerit, and hys lymmys slydis, The blude congelit for feir within hys sydis; So that the stane he at his foman threw Fayntly throwowt the voyd and waist air flew, Ne went it all the space, as he dyd mynt,5 Nor, as he etlyt, perfornyst not the dynt. Lyk as, sum tyme, in our swevyn we tak keip, Quhen langsum dravillyng or the onsound sleip Our eyn oursettis in the nyghtis rest, Than semys ws full bissy and full prest10 That we ws streke, and doith adres in hy Lang renkis for to mak and ryn swiftly: Bot all for nocht, for at the first assay, Or in the myddis of the start, by the way, All fante we faill, as forfeblit war we;15 The tung avalis not, it will not be; Ne ȝit the strenthis in our body knaw Semys sufficient to ws at that thraw; For, set we pres ws fast to spek owt braid, Ne voce nor wordis followys, nocht is said.20 Siklyke wys hes this Goddes myschews Ombeset all the ways of Turnus: Quhat evir to do by hys strenth etlyt he, Scho maid obstakill; all that ganestandis sche. Than in hys mynd becom his wittis strange,25 And begouth forto vary and to change; And oft he dyd behald Rutilianys, And oft the cite with all that ryall wanys: He hovirris all abasyt for dreid and feir, And gan do quaik, seand at hand the speir;30 Ne can he fynd quhiddir away to wend, Nor on quhat wys hym self he may defend, Nor with quhat strenth assaill hys aduersar, Nor be na ways persaue hys cart or char, Nor se hys sistir, that had hys cartar be.5 And as he stud on hovyr thus, Ene The fatale dedly speir in hand gan tays, And with hys eyn markit and walit has Ane place be fortoun to smyte oportune, And with the hail fors of hys body soyn10 Furth from hys hand weil far the lance gan thraw. Neuer sa swiftly quhidderand the stane flaw Swakkit from the engyne onto the wall, Nor fulderis dynt, that causis towris fall, With sik a rummyll com bratland on sa fast.15 Lyke the blak thud of awfull thundris blast Furth flaw the schaft to smyte the dedly straik, And with it brocht cruell myschewos wraik; Quhilk throu the hawbrik skyrtis persyt has, And the extreme bordour gan arras20 Of hys strang scheild, cowchit of sevyn ply, And quhirrand smait hym throw the thee in hy: That with the dynt huge Turnus, full onsound, With faldyn howchis duschit to the grund. Vpstart Rutilianys sammyn complenyng25 With a ȝelloch and cairfull womentyng, Quhill all the hillys rumysit thame abowt, And far on breid thyk woddis gaue a schowt. And Turnus than, quhar he at erth dyd ly, Addressis furth full humyll and lawly30 Towart Ene hys syght and eyn tway, And strekis eik hys rycht hand hym to pray: And thus he said; forsuyth, I haue deserve The deth, I knaw, and of thy hand to sterve, Ne wil I not beseik the me to spair;5 Oys furth thy chance: quhat nedis proces mar? Bot gif that ony cuyr or thocht, quod he, Of ony wofull parent may twich the, Haue rewth and mercy of kyng Dawnus the ald; Thou had forsuyth, as I haue hard betald,10 Anchises, sik a fader as is he; And me, or than, gif bettir lykis the, My body, spulȝeit and the life byreft, Onto my folkis thou may rendir eft. Thou hes me venquyst, I grant, and me ourcum;15 Italian pepill present all and sum Hes sene streke furth my handis humylly; Lavinia is thy spows, I not deny: Extend na forthir thy wraith and matalent. Eneas stern in armys tho present20 Rolland hys eyn toward Turnus dyd stand, And lyst nocht stryke, bot can withdraw hys hand; And mor and mor thir wordis, by and by, Begouth inclyne hym to reuth and mercy, Abydand lang in hovir quhat he suld do:25 Quhen, at the last, on Turnus schuldir, lo! The fey gyrdill hie set dyd appeir, With stuthis knaw and pendes schynand cleir, The belt or tysche of the child Pallas, Quhilk by this Turnus laitly venquyst was,30 As we haue said, and with a grews wond Slane in the feld, bet doun, and brocht to grund; And Turnus, in remembrans of this thing, Abowt his schuldris bair this onfrendly syng. Bot eftir that Eneas with hys eyn5 Sa cruell takynnys of dyseys hes seyn, And can sik weid byreft thar aspy, All full of furor kyndlys he inhy, Full brym of ire and terribill thus can say: Sall thou eschape me of this sted away,10 Cled with the spulȝe of my frendis deir? Pallas, Pallas, with this wond rycht heir Of the ane offerand to the Goddys makkis, And of thy wikkit blude punytioun takkis. And sayand thus, full fers, with all hys mayn,15 Law in hys breist or cost, lay hym forgayn, Hys swerd hes hyd full hait; and tharwithall The cauld of deth dissoluyt hys membris all: The spreit of lyfe fled murnand with a grane, And with disdeyn vnder dyrk erth is gayn.20

Lo thus, followand the flowr of poetry, The batellys and the man translait haue I: Quhilk ȝoir ago in myne ondantit ȝouth, Onfructuus idylnes fleand, as I couth, Of Lundeys Lufe the Remeid dyd translait; And syne of hie Honour the Palyce wrait; Quhen paill Aurora, with face lamentabill, Hir russet mantill bordowrit all with sabill, &c.

The Gaw onbrokkyn mydlyt with the Wyne, The Dow jonyt with the Glas richt in a lyne: Quha knawys nocht the Translatouris naym, Seik na forthar, for lo, with litill pyne Spy leill this vers; men clepys hym swa at haym. Quod the compilar G. D.

Towart the evyn, amyd the symmyris heit, Quhen in the Crab Appollo held hys sete, Duryng the joyus moneth tyme of June, As gone neir was the day, and supper doyn; I walkyt furth abowt the seildis tyte,5 Quhilkis tho replenyst stud full of delyte, With herbys, cornys, catal, and frute treis, Plente of stoir, byrdis and byssy beys In amerant medis fleand est and west, Eftir laubour to tak the nychtis rest.10 And as I lukit on the lift me by, All byrnand red gan walxin the evyn sky: The son enfyrit haill, as to my sight, Quhirlit about hys ball with bemys brycht, Declynand fast towart the north in deid,15 And fyry Phlegon, his dun nychtis steid, Dowkit hys hed sa deip in fludis gray That Phebus rollis doun vndir hell away; And Esperus in the west with bemys brycht Vpspryngis, as forrydar of the nycht.20 Amyd the hawchis, and euery lusty vaill, The recent dew begynnys doun to scaill, To meys the byrnyng quhar the son had schyne, Quhilk tho was to the neddir warld declyne: At euery pilis poynt and cornys croppis5 The techrys stude, as lemand beryall droppis, And on the hailsum herbis, cleyn but wedis, Lyke cristal knoppis or smal siluer bedis. The lyght begouth to quynchyng owt and faill, The day to dyrkyn, declyne, and devaill;10 The gummys rysis, doun fallis the donk rym, Baith heir and thar scuggis and schaddois dym: Vpgois the bak with hir pelit ledderyn flycht, The lark discendis from the skyis hycht, Syngand hir complyng sang, eftir hir gys,15 To tak hir rest, at matyn hour to rys: Owt our the swyre swymmys the soppis of myst, The nycht furthspred hir cloke with sabill lyst, That all the bewte of the fructuus feld Was with the erthis vmbrage cleyn ourheld;20 Baith man and beste, fyrth, flude, and woddis wild, Involuyt in tha schaddois warryn syld. Still war the fowlis fleis in the air, All stoir and catall seysit in thar lair, And euery thing, quharso thame lykis best,25 Bownys to tak the hailsum nychtis rest Eftir the days laubour and the heyt. Closs warryn all and at thar soft quyet, But sterage or removing, he or sche, Owder best, byrd, fysch, fowle, by land or sey:30 And schortlie, euery thing that doith repare In firth or feild, flude, forest, erth or ayr, Or in the scroggis, or the buskis ronk, Lakis, marrasis, or thir pulys donk, Astabillit lyggis still to slepe, and restis;5 Be the smaill byrdis syttand on thar nestis, The litill mygeis, and the vrusum fleys, Laboryus emmotis, and the bissy beys; Als weill the wild as the taym bestiall, And euery othir thingis gret and small,10 Owtak the mery nychtgaill, Philomeyn, That on the thorn sat syngand fra the spleyn. Quhais myrthfull notis langyng fortil heir, Ontill a garth vndir a greyn lawrer I walk onon, and in a sege down sat,15 Now musyng apon this and now on that. I se the poill, and eik the Vrsis brycht, And hornyt Lucyne castand bot dym lycht, Becaus the symmyr skyis schayn sa cleir; Goldyn Venus, the mastres of the ȝeir,20 And gentill Jove, with hir participate, Thar bewtuus bemys sched in blyth estait: That schortly, thar as I was lenyt doun, For nychtis silens, and this byrdis sovn, On sleip I slaid: quhar sone I saw appeir25 Ane agit man, and said; quhat dois thou heir Vndir my tre, and willyst me na gude? Me thocht I lurkit vp vnder my hude To spy this ald, that was als stern of spech As he had beyn ane medicyner or lech;30 And weill persavit that hys weid was strange, Tharto so ald, that it had not beyn change, Be my consait, fully that fourty ȝeir, For it was threidbair into placis seir: Syde was this habyt, round, and closyng meit,5 That strekit to the grund doun our his feit; And on his hed of lawrer tre a crown, Lyke to sum poet of the ald fassoun. Me thocht I said to hym with reuerens; Fader, gif I haue done ȝou ony offens,10 I sall amend, gif it lyis in my mycht; Bot suythfastly, gyf I haue perfyte sycht, Onto my doym, I saw ȝou nevir ayr: Fayn wald I wyt quhen, on quhat wys, or quhar, Aganyst ȝou trespassit ocht haue I.15 Weill, quod the tother, wald thou mercy cry And mak amendis, I sal remyt this falt; Bot, other ways, that sete salbe full salt. Knawis thou not Mapheus Vegius, the poet, That onto Virgillis lusty bukis sweit20 The thretteyn buke ekit Eneadane? I am the sammyn, and of the na thyng fayn, That hes the tother twelf into thy toung Translait of new, thai may be red and soung Our Albyon ile into ȝour wlgar leid;25 Bot to my buke ȝit lyst the tak na heid. Mastir, I said, I heir weill quhat ȝhe say, And in this cace of perdon I ȝou pray: Not that I haue ȝou ony thing offendit, Bot rathir that I haue my tyme mysspendit,30 So lang on Virgillis volume forto stair, And laid on syde full mony grave mater, That, wald I now write in that trety more, Quhat suld folk deym bot all my tyme forlore? Als, syndry haldis, fader, trastis me,5 Ȝour buke ekit but ony necessite, As to the text accordyng neuer a deill, Mair than langis to the cart the fift quheill. Thus, sen ȝhe beyn a cristyn man, at large Lay na sik thing, I pray ȝou, to my charge;10 It may suffys Virgill is at ane end. I wait the story of Jherom is to ȝou kend, Quhou he was dung and best intill hys sleip, For he to gentilis bukis gaif sik keip. Full scharp repreif to sum is write, ȝe wist,15 In this sentens of the haly Psalmyst; Thai ar corruppit and maid abhominabill In thar studeyng thingis onprofitabill: Thus sair me dredis I sal thoill a heit, For the grave study I haue so long forleit.20 Ȝa, smy, quod he, wald thou eschape me swa? In faith we sall nocht thus part or we ga! Quhou think we he essonȝeis hym to astart, As all for consciens and devoit hart, Fenȝeand hym Jherom forto contyrfeit,25 Quhar as he lyggis bedovyn, lo, in sweit! I lat the wyt I am nane hethyn wight; And gif thou has afore tyme gayn onrycht, Followand sa lang Virgill, a gentile clerk, Quhy schrynkis thou with my schort cristyn wark?30 For thocht it be bot poetry we say, My buke and Virgillis morall beyn, baith tway: Len me a fourteyn nycht, how evir it be, Or, be the faderis sawle me gat, quod he, Thou salt deir by that evir thou Virgill knew.5 And, with that word, doun of the sete me drew: Syne to me with hys club he maid a braid, And twenty rowtis apon my riggyng laid, Quhil Deo, Deo, mercy dyd I cry; And, be my rycht hand strekit vp inhy,10 Hecht to translait his buke, in honour of God And hys Apostolis twelf, in the numbir od. He, glaid tharof, me be the hand vptuke; Syne went away, and I for feir awoik, And blent abowt to the north est weill far,15 Saw gentill Jubar schynand, the day star, And Chiron, clepit the syng of Sagittary, That walkis the symmyrris nycht, to bed gan cary. Ȝondyr dovn dwynys the evyn sky away, And vpspryngis the brycht dawyng of day20 Intill ane other place nocht far in sundir, That to behald was plesans, and half wondir: Furth quynchyng gan the starris, one be one, That now is left bot Lucifer allone. And forthirmor to blason this new day,25 Quha mycht discryve the byrdis blisfull bay? Belyve on weyng the bissy lark vpsprang, To salus the blyth morrow with hir sang: Sone our the feildis schynys the lycht cleir, Welcum to pilgrym baith and lauborer:30 Tyte on hys hynys gaif the greif a cry, Awaik on fut, go till our husbandry; And the hyrd callis furth apon hys page, Do dryve the catall to thar pasturage: The hynys wife clepis vp Katheryn and Gill;5 Ȝa, dame, said thai, God wait, with a gude will. The dewy greyn, pulderit with daseis gay, Schew on the swerd a cullour dapill gray; The mysty vapouris spryngand vp full sweit, Maist confortabill to glaid all manis spreit;10 Tharto, thir byrdis syngis in the schawys, As menstralis playng, The joly day now dawys. Than thocht I thus: I will my cunnand kepe, I will not be a daw, I will not slepe, I will compleit my promys schortly, thus15 Maid to the poet master Mapheus, And mak vpwark heirof, and cloys our buke, That I may syne bot on grave materis luke: For, thocht hys stile be nocht to Virgill lyke, Full weill I wayt my text sall mony like,20 Sen eftir ane my tung is and my pen, Quhilk may suffys as for our wlgar men. Quha evir in Latyn hes the bruyt or glor, I speke na wers than I haue doyn before: Lat clerkis ken the poetis different,25 And men onletterit to my wark tak tent; Quhilk, as twiching this thretteynt buke infeir, Begynnys thus, as furthwith followis heir.

Rutilian pepill, eftir Turnus deces, Obeys Eneas, and takis thame to hys pes.

As Turnus, in the lattir bargan lost Venquyst in feild, ȝald furth the fleand gost, This marciall prynce, this ryall lord Enee, As victor full of magnanymyte, Amyddis baith the rowtis baldly standis;5 That to behald hym apon athir handis Astonyst and aghast war all hym saw. And tho the Latyn pepill haill on raw A fellon murnyng maid and wofull beir, And gan devoid and hostit owt full cleir10 Deip from thar breistis the hard sorow smart, With curage lost and doun smyttyn thar hart: Lyke as the huge forest can bewaill Hys granys doun bet and his branchis skaill, Quhen thai beyn catchit and all to schakyn fast15 With the fell thud of the north wyndis blast. For thai thar lancis fixit in the erd, And lenys on thar swerdis with a rerd; Thar scheldis of thar schuldris slang away, That bargan and that weir fast wary thai, And gan abhor of Mars the wild luf,5 Quhilk laitly thay desyrit and dyd appruf: The brydyll now refus thai nocht to dre, Nor ȝok thar nekkys in captiuite, And to implor forgifnes of all greiff, Quyet, and end of harmys and myscheif.10 As quhen that twa gret bullys on the plane Togiddir rynnys in bittir gret bargane, Thar lang debait mydland quhar thai stand With large blude scheddyng on athir hand, Quhill athir of thame onto the batalis fyne15 Hys awyn bestis and heyrdis doys inclyne: Bot, gyf the prys of victory betydis Till ony of thir twa on athir sydis, Onon the catall, quhilkis favorit langer The best ourcummyn as thar cheif and heir,20 Now thame subdewis vndir his ward inhy Quhilk has the ovirhand wonnyn and mastry, And of fre will, thocht thar myndis be thra, Assentis him till obey: and evin rycht swa The Rutilianys, all thocht the gret syte25 Thar breistis had bedowit and to smyte, With gret effray of slauchter of thar duke, Ȝit thocht thame levir, and haill to purpos tuke, To follow and obey, for all thar harmys, The gentill chiftane and bettir man of armys,30 And thame subdew to the Troian Enee, And hym beseik of peax and amyte, Of rest and quyet evirmar from the weir, For thame, thar landis, moblis, and other geir. Eneas tho with plesand voce furth braid,5 And, standand abuf Turnus, thus he said: O Dawnus son, quhou com this hasty rage Into thy breist with foly and dotage, That thou mycht nocht suffir the Troianys, Quhilkis at command of Goddis onto thir planys,10 And by power of hie Jove ar hiddir cary, Within the bundis of Italy to tary, And, all invane, thame so expellyng wald Of thar land of behest and promyst hald? Lern forto dreid gret Jove, and nocht gaynstand,15 And to fulfyll glaidly the Goddis command; And for thar greif weill aucht we tobe war: Sum tyme in ire will grow gret Jupiter, And oft remembrans of the wikkit wraik Solistis the Goddis tharof vengeans to take.20 Lo, now of all sik furour and effeir The lattir meith and term is present heir, Quhar thou aganyst resoun and equyte, Aganyst lawte, and brokyn all vnyte Of consideratioun sworn and bund or now,25 The Troian pepill sair trublit hes thow. Behald and se the extreme fynale day, To geif all otheris gud exempill for ay, That it mot nevir lefull be agane Tyll ony to contempne gret Jove invane,30 As forto rays with sik dreid and effeir Sa onworthy motioun of wikkit weir. Now beis glaid, bruke thyne armour but pled: Allace, a nobill corps thou lyggis ded, The gret Turnus! and, as to my demyng,5 Lavynya has the cost na litill thyng: Nor thou na schame nedys thynk in na part, That of Eneas hand thou kyllit art. Now cumys heir Rutilianys, but delay, The body of ȝour duke turs hyne away;10 I grant ȝou baith the armour and the man: Hald on, and do tharto all that ȝe can, As langis onto the honor of bereyng, Or to bewail the deth of sik a kyng. Bot the gret pasand gyrdill, and sik geir15 That Pallas, my deir frend, was wont to weir, To Evander I will send, for tobe Na litill solace to hym, quhen he sall se Hys felloun fa is kyllit thus, and knaw, Full glaid tharof, Turnus is brocht of daw.20 And netheles now, ȝe Italianys, That otherwys be clepe Ausonyanys, Ramembir heirof, and lern in tyme cummyng With bettir aspectis and happy begynnyng To move and tak on hand debait or weir:25 For, be the blyssit sternys brycht I sweir, Neuir nane ostis nor ȝit armour glaidly Aganyst ȝou in batal movit I; Bot constrenyt by ȝour fury, as is kend, With all my fors I set me to defend30 The Troian party and our awyn ofspryng, As, lo, forsuyth this was bot lesum thing. No mor Eneas said, bot tharwithall Addressys hym towart hys cite wall, And throu the feildis socht full joyusly5 To hys new Troian reset and herbry. Sammyn hym followis all the rowt atanys, The pissans haill and ȝynkeris of Tewcranys, And our the planys, glaid and wondir lycht, Thar swyft stedis, as the fowle at flycht,10 Throw speid of fut assays by and by, And oft with bittir mouth dyd crying, fy! And can accus the Latyn pepill all, Oft fant folkis and sleuthfull dyd thame call; That with thar rerd and bemyng, quhar thai fair,15 For the deray full heich dynnys the air.

Quhou Eneas, glaid of hys victory, Lovyt the Goddis, and can thame sacryfy.

And thocht Ene the bissy thochtfull curis Constrenyt has, as twychand sepulturis Of hys folkis yslane, and bereyng, With funeral fyre and flambis accordyng;20 Ȝit, netheles, in hys breist rollys and sterys Ane grettar mater and largyar, as efferis. For first the souerane honour, on thar gys, On the altarys with detfull sacrifice He ordand has, and than, fra hand to hand, Eftir the ryte and vsans of thar land, The ȝyng oxin gan thai steik and sla:5 Within thar tempill haue thai brocht alssua The bustuus swyne, and the twynteris snaw quhite, That with thar clovis can the erth smyte, With mony palt scheddand thar purpour blude. Furth haue thai rent thar entralis, full onrude,10 And gan denude and strippyn of thar hydis; Syne hakkyn thame in talȝeis, and besydis The hait flambis brochit hes thame laid. And furth thai ȝet the wyne in cowpis glaid, God Bachus giftis fast thai multiply:15 With platis full the altaris by and by Thai can do charge, and wirschip with fat lyre; The smelland sens vpblesis in the fyre. Than throu that hald thai fest and mak gud cheir; Vprays the mery rerd and joyus beir:20 Thai dyd extoll and lovyng with gret wondir Gret Jupiter, the feirfull God of thundir, And dame Venus thai wirschippit alsso, And the, Saturnus douchter, queyn Juno, Now pacifyit, and bettir than befor,25 Ane huge lawd thai ȝald to the tharfor; And eik hym self Mars, the gret God of armys, Thai magnyfy, as wrekar of thar harmys: Syne haill the remanent of the cumpany Of the Goddys thai name furth by and by,30 With hie vocis and with lowd cryis Lovit and born vpheich abufe the skyis. Befor thame all maste gracius Eneas Hys handis twa, as tho the custum was, Towart the hevyn gan vplift and arays,5 And syne the child Ascanyus dyd enbras, Sayand a few wordis, that all mycht heir: O thou my son and only child mast deir, In quham only restis thy faderis beleve, Quham throu samony laubouris of myscheve10 I careit haue, catchit full mony gatis Be the hard fortoun and the frawart fatis, Lo, now our rest and quyet fund for ay! Lo, now the last and maist desyrit day, To mak end of our harmys and distres!15 Our paynfull laubour passit is expres: Lo, the acceptabill day for euermor, Quhilk I full oft haue schawin the befor, Quhen ontill hard bargan callit was I, This was tocum and betyd by and by20 Be dispositioun of the Goddys abufe. And now, my derrest child, for thy behufe, To morn, soyn as Aurora walxis red, To the cite of Lawrent, that ryall sted, I sall the send, as victor with ovirhand,25 Tobe mastir and to maynteym this land. And eftir this he turnyt hym agane Onto hys folkis and the pepill Troian, And from the boddum of hys breist weill law With soft spech furth gan thir wordis draw:30 O ȝe my ferys and my frendis bald, Throu mony hard perrellis and thikfald, Throw sa feill stormys baith on land and se Hiddir now careit to this cost with me, Throu sa gret fervour of batall into stowr,5 And dowbill fury of weirfar in armour, Be sa feill wynteris blastis and tempestis, By all ways noysum and onrestis, And all that horribill was, or ȝit hevy, Wofull, hydduus, wikkyt, or onhappy,10 Or ȝit cruell or myschews; now stad In bettir hoip, return ȝour mynd, beys glaid: Now is the end of all ennoy and wo, The term is cumyn, heir sall thai stynt, and ho: And, lyke as we desyrit for the best,15 With Latyn pepill in ferm peax and rest We sall conioyn, and leif in vnite; And Lavinia, of that ilk blude, quod he, Quham I defendit haue in strang bargan, Of Troian kyn, with blude Italian20 Sammyn mydlit, to me as spous in hy Sal ȝeld lynnage to ryng perpetualy. A thing, my fallowis and my frendis deir, I ȝou besekyng, and I ȝou requer; Bair ȝour myndis equale, as all anys,25 And common frendis to the Italianys, And to my fader in law, the kyng Latyn, Obeis all, and with reuerens inclyn: Ane myghty ceptre and riall beris he: This is my mynd, this is my will, perde.30 Bot into batale and douchty dedis of armys, Ȝou forto wreke and revenge of ȝour harmys, Lern forto follow me, and tobe meik, Ȝhe contyrfyt my reuth and piete eik. Quhat glor is ws betyd full weill is knaw:5 Bot the heich hevyn and starris all I draw To witnessyng, that I, the sammyn wight Quhilk ȝou deliuerit hes into the fight From sa huge harmys and myschevis seir, I sall ȝou seys and induce now, but weir,10 In far largyar rewardis myghtyly, And ȝou rendir ȝour desert by and by. With sik wordis gan he thame comfortyng, And in his mynd full mony syndry thyng Of chancis bipast rollyng to and fro,15 Thynkand quhou he is brocht to rest alsso With na litill laubouris, sturt, and panys; And with excedand luf of the Troianys Full ardently he flowis all of joy, Glaid at the last from danger and ennoy,20 So huge and hevy perrellis mony fald, Thai war eschapit, and brocht to sovir hald. Lyke as quhen that the gredy gled on hycht Scummand vp in the ayr oft turnys hys flycht, With felloun fard wachand the chiknys lyte,25 Thar deth mannasand, reddy forto smyte: The cristit fowle, thar moder, tho full smert For hyr pullettis, with harmys at hir hart, Affrait gretly of thar wofull chance, Gan rax hir self and hir curage avans,30 Forto resist hir fa scharpand hir byll, And with haill fors, and mycht, and egir will, Apon hir aduersar baldly settis sche, Quhill, at the last, to gif the bak and fle With mekill payn and verray violens5 Scho hym constrenys, and to pyk hym thens: Hyr byrdis syne, clokkand, scho sekis on raw, And all affrait dois thame sammyn draw, Ennoyt gretly for hir childir deir; And quhen thai beyn assemlit all infeir,10 Than glaid scho worthis, and thar meyt gan scrape, For that thai haue sa gret perrell eschape. Nane other wys, the son of Anchises With frendly wordis thus amyd the pres The Troian myndis gan meys and asswage,15 As man fulfillit of wit and vassalage, Dryvand furth of thar hartis all on flocht The ald dreid and byrnand hevy thocht, That weill thame lykis now thar joy and eys At last fundyn eftir sa lang diseys;20 And it that layt tofor was tedyus To suffir or sustene, and ennoyus, Now to ramember the sammyn, or rehersyng, Doys to thame solace, comfort, and lykyng: Bot maist of all onto the gret Ene,25 Quhilk in excelland vertu and bonte Excedit all the remanent a far way; And for sa feill dangeris and mony affray The Goddis power and mychty maieste With gyftis gret and offerandis wirschippis he;30 Eyk Jupiter, the fader of Goddis and kyng, Gan to extoll with maist souerane lovyng.

Quhou Turnus folkis for hym maid sair regrait, And kyng Latyn contempnys his wrachit estait.

In the meyn tyme the Rutilianys ichone The gret ded corps reuthfull and wobegone Of thar duke Turnus, slayn, as said is air,5 Within the cite of Laurentum bair, With mekill murnyng in thar myndis enprent, And from thar eyn a large schour furth sent Of teris gret, as thocht the hevyn dyd rayn, And far on breid dyd fyll the erys twayn10 Of kyng Latyn with cry and womentyng, That al to irkyt was the nobill kyng, And in his breist, the self tyme, in ballance Was rollyng mony diuers selcouth chance. Bot quhen he hard thar lowd womentyng15 Incressyng mair and mair, and Turnus ȝyng With sa grysly a wond throw gyrd hes seyn, Than mycht he nocht fra terys hym conteyn; And syne this rowt, sa tryst and wobegone, Full curtesly chargis be still onon,20 Baith with hys hand and wordis in his presens Inionyt has and commandit thame silens. Lyke as quhen that the fomy bair hes bet With his thunderand awfull tuskis gret, Throw owt the cost and eik the entralis all, Ane of the rowt, the hund maste principall; Than the remanent of that questing sort,5 For this onsilly chance effrait, at schort Withdrawys, and about the master hunteir With quhyngeand mouthis quakand standis for feir, And with gret ȝowlyng doith compleyn and meyn: Bot quhen thar lord rasys hys hand bedeyn,10 And byddys ces, thai hald thar mowthis still, Thar quhyngng and thar questyng at his will Refrenys, and all clos gan thame withhald: The sammyn wys thir Rutilianys, as he wald, Gan at command debait thar voce and ces,15 To heir the kyngis mynd, and held thar pes. Than thus, wepyng, from hys hart ruyt waill law The kyng Latyn begouth thir wordis schaw: O quhou gret motioun, quhat alteryng onstabill, Quhou oftsys interchangit and variabill20 Beyn the actis and dedis of man! quod he. With quhou gret trubill, but tranquylyte, Is quhirlit abowt the lyfe of man, behald! O dampnabill pryde and ambitioun, that wald Bruke crovn or ceptre, prowd in thyne entent,25 Quhilk beyn sa fragill, and not permanent! O fury, O lust, that beyn our gretumly Bred in our brestis, to covat senȝeory! Thou blynd desyre insaciabill, may not tary, Our mortal myndis quhidder doith thou cary?30 O glory and renoun of loys, in vayn Conquest with sa feill perrellis and huge pane, To quhat conditioun or to quhat estait Thou sterys furth thir provd myndis inflait! Quhou mony slichtis and dissatis quent5 With the thou tursis! quhou mony ways to schent, Quhou feill maneris of deth and of distres, Quhou feill tormentis, gret harm, and wikkytnes! Quhou mony dartis, quhou feill swerdis keyn, Gyf thou beheld, thou hes befor thyne eyn!10 Allace! thou sweit vennom schawis, and ȝit This warldly wirschip hes the dedly byt. Allace! the sorofull reward in all thyng Of realmys, and thame covatis forto ryng, Quhilk costis oft na litill thing, but weir.15 Allace! the hevy byrdyng of warldly geir, That nevir hour may suffir nor permyt Thar possessour in rest nor peax to syt. Allace! the miserabill chance and hard estait Of kyngly honour sa mysfortunate:20 The chance of kyngis standis onderlowt, To mekill dreid ay subiect, and in dowt From thar estait to dekey suddanly, That all quyet and eys is thame deny. O Turnus, quhat avalit the to steir25 In huge bargan so and feir of weir All Italy with sik deray atanys, And to perturbe the strang Eneadanys, Constrenyng thame hard batal to assay? Or quhat avalis now, I pray the say,30 Fortill haue brokkyn, violate, or schent, The haly promys and the bandis gent Of peax and concord oblisit and sworn? Quhou was thi mynd to rent and all to torn With samekill impaciens on this wys,5 That the lyst move the weir, but myne avys, With tha pepill, sa strang, bald, and sage, That beyn discendit of the Goddys lynnage, And at command of Jove the God of thundir Ar hyddir careit? and forto mak sic blundir,10 That wilfully, but motyve, so belyve Enforsyt the thame from our cost to dryve? And forto brek the band that promyst we Of our douchtir till our gude son Ene? And with thy hand hard bargan rays and steir,15 Quhen I planely denyit to move weir? Quhou was sa gret foly and dotage Involuyt in thy mynd with fury rage? Quhou oft, quhen thou to awfull batale wend Amyd thy rowtis, and on thy steid ascend,20 In schynand armour arrayt all at rycht, I assayt the to withdraw from fycht! And feill tymys defendit the and forbad To go the way that thou begunnyn had; And all efferit, quhen thou wald depart,25 Amyd the ȝet the stoppit with sair hart! Bot all for nocht; no thyng mycht styntyng the. Quhat I haue sufferit sen syne, quhou standis with me, Our cyte wallys wytnessyng fut het, With tenementis and biggyngis half doun bet,30 And the large feldis strowit quhite of banys, And haill the pissans of Italianys All wastit and distroyit thus, alake! The huge slauchtir and myschews wrake, And all the fludis walxyn red or brovn5 Of mannys quelling gret and occisioun, The lang abasit quakyng feirfull dreid, And hard laubour, quhilk in extreme neid I in myne age sa oft hes ondertane, In sa feill dangeris quhar remed was nane.10 Bot now, Turnus, heir thou lyggis ded: Quhar is the nobill renovn of thy ȝouthed? And quhar is thyne excellent hie curage? Quhiddir is went thy strenth and vassallage? Quhar is the staitly bewty of thy face?15 Quhar is thy schynand figur now, allace! Of thy fair vissage quhidder ar gone, but weir, Thy plesand forret schaply and eyn cleir? Ha, quhou feill terys and wofull dolouris smart Sall thou, Turnus, rendir to Dawnus hart!20 And with quhou large wepyng, duyll, and wa, Ourfleit sal all the cite of Ardea! Bot thai sal nocht behald the with sik lak Throu gyrd with schamefull wond caucht in the bak, Ne noyt the of na cowardys in thar mynd,25 Nor that thou was degenerit owt of kynd; And to thy wofull fader, will of red, At lest this salbe solace of thy ded, All thocht thy harmys doith hym soir smart, That gret Eneas swerd hes persyt thy hart.30 And, sayand thus, with terys of piete Hys chekis baith and face ourchargit he: Syne, turnand hym towart the mekill rowt, The reuthfull corps of this ilk Turnus stowt Bad turs away, and cary furth onon5 Ontill hys faderis cite wobygone; And commandit to do the body cald All funerall pomp, eftir the vsage ald.

Quhou Turnus corps till Ardea was sent, Quhilk was by suddand fyre brynt down and schent.

The Rutilianys onon all in a rowt This ded corps, that slayn lay, start abowt:10 The gentill body of this stowt ȝongkeir Thai haue addressit, and laid on a rich beir; And with hym eik feill takynnys by the way, Reft from Troianys in the bargan, bair thai, Baith helmys, hors, swerdis, and other geir,15 Scheildis, gittarnys, and mony stalwart speir. Syne eftir this hys wery cart furth went, Of Troian slauchter and hait blude all bysprent. Furth haldis wepand Metiscus, the carter, As he that in the craft was not to leir,20 Ledand the steid bedowyn all of swete, And chekis wait of flotterand terys grete; Quhilk steid had careit Turnus oft tofor As victor hame with gret triumphe and glor Full pompusly, apon ane other wys, Eftir fervent slauchter of his ennymys. Ȝondir otheris, about hym inveroun,5 Baris thar armour and scheildis turnyt dovn; The remanent syne of the haill barnage Followys wepand, knycht, swane, man, and page, With habundans of mony trigland teyr Wetand thar brestis, wedis, and other geir:10 And thus wery furth went thai euery wycht Amyd the dirk silens of the nyght, Betand thame self with wondir drery cheir. And kyng Latyn, with all thame with hym wer, Towart hys palyce gan return onon,15 With mynd trublit, trist, and wobygone, For sa excelland ded corps as was slane; Terys all sammyn furth ȝettis euery ane, Baith agit men, matronys, and childer lyte, The cite fyllis with womentyng and syte.20 Dawnus, hys fader, na wys wittand tho He suld remane to se sik duyll and wo, Nor that his son hys stalwart spreit had ȝald, And maid end in the lattir bargan bald, That thus was brocht to tovn ded by his feris25 With sik plente of bittir wepand terys; The sammyn tyme with othir dyseys was socht, At mekill sad dolour and hevy thocht. For, as the Latyn pepill war ourset Into batall by Troianys, and dovn bet,30 And Turnus be his hait and recent ded Had with bys blude littit the grond all red, A suddan fyre within the wallys hie Ombeset halyly Ardea cite: The biggyng of this fader wobegon,5 Brynt and doun bet, of reky flammys schone, And all returnys intill assys red; The fyry sparkis into euery sted Twynkland vpspringis to the starnys on hie, That now na hope of help may fundyn be:10 Quhidder so it was onto the Goddis lykyng, Or that the fatis befor list schaw sum syng Of Turnus deth, in horribill batal slane. And quhen the pepill saw remed was nane, Belyfe the wofull trublit citesanys,15 Thar drery brestis betand all atanys, Gan fast bewaill with petuus wepand face Of this onhappy chance the wrachit cace; In lang rabill the wemen and matronys With all thar fors fled reuthfully atonys20 From the bald flammys and brym blesys stowt. And lyke as that of emottis the blak rowt, That ithandly laubouris and byssy be, Had beldit, vnder the ruyt of a heich tre, Intill a clift thar byke and duellyng sted,25 To hyd thar langsum wark and wyntry bred: Gyf so betyde thai feill the ax smyte Apoun the treis schank, and tharon byte, So that the crop doun weltis to the grund, That with the felloun rusch and grysly sound30 Thar small cavernys all to brok and rent is; Than spedely this litill rowt furth sprentis All will of red, fleand thai wait nocht quhar, Tursand thar byrdyngis affraytly heir and thar: Or lyke as that on the hous syde the snaill,5 Schakand hir coppit schell, or than hir taill, Fleand the byrnand heit that scho doith feill, A lang tyme gan do wrassill and to wreill, Thristand fast with hir feit onto the wall, And ȝit hir hed with fors and strenthis all10 Frawart the fervent flammys fast withdrawys; Scho scaldis, and with mony wrikis and thrawys Presys forto eschew the feirfull heit: Nane other wys in sa feill perrellis gret Thir woful citesanys gan thame self slyng,15 Ruschand with trublit mynd intill a lyng Baith heir and thar, and wist not quhar away. Bot maist of all, allace! and weil away! With reuthfull vocis cryand to the hevyn, The agit kyng Dawnus with wofull stevyn20 Gan on the Goddis abuf clepe and call. And tho amyd the flambis furth with all Ardea the fowll, quham a heron clepe we, Betand hir weyngis, thai behaldyn fle Furth of the fyre heich vp in the air,25 That baith the name and takyn our alquhar Baris of this cite Ardea the ald; Quhilum with wallis and towris hie ontald Stud weirly wrocht, as strenth of gret defens, That now is changit and full quyte goyn hens,30 With weyngis wyde fleand baith vp and doun, Now bot a fowle, was ayr a ryall tovn. Astonyst of this nyce and new cace, And of the wonderus mervellis in that place, Quhilk semyt no thing litill fortobe,5 As thocht thai send war by the Goddis hie, The pepill all confusyt still dyd stand, Thir byrdyngis on thar schuldris caryand, And movit nowthyr fut, tung, nor mouth: And kyng Dawnus, for this affray onkouth,10 With ardent luf smyttin and hait desyre Of hys cheif sete distroyt and brynt in fyre, The hard dolour and the sorow smert Haldis full clos, deip gravyn in hys hart.

Fra that Dawnus his son Turnus saw ded, Huge lamentatioun maid he in that sted.

Amyd all this deray and gret effeir,15 Fame, of dyseys forrydar and messynger, Com hurland with huge movyng fast to tovn, And with large clamour fyllys inveroun Thar myndis all; quhou ane ded corps new than Was cumand at hand, with mony wofull man,20 And Turnus lyfles laid with mortal wond, In feld discomfist, slane, and brocht to grund. Than euery wight, trublit and wobegone, The blak blesand fyre brandis mony one, As was the gys, hes hynt into thar handis; Of schynand flammys glitteris all the landis: Thus thai recuntyrrit thame that cumand weir,5 And sammyn jonyt cumpaneis in feir. Quham alsfast as the matronys gan espy, Thai smait thar handis, and rasyt vp a cry, That to the sternys went thar wofull beir. Bot fra Dawnus the corps of hys son deir10 Beheld, he gan stynt and arrest hys pais: And syne, half deill enragit, in a rays, With huge sorow smyte, in ruschis he Amyd the rowt, that reuth was forto se, And apon Turnus corps hym strekis doun,15 Enbrasyng it ongrouf all in a swoun; And, alsfast as he spek mycht, hes furth braid With wordis lamentabill, and thus wys he said: Son, the dyseys of thy fader thus drest, And of my febill eild the reuthfull rest20 Now me byreft, quhy hes thou so, allace! Into sa gret perrellys and in sik cace Me catchit thus, and dryve quhidder? quod he; And vndir cruell bargan, as I may se, Now fynaly thus venquyst and ourcum,25 Quhar is thy worthy valour now becum? Quhar hes the douchty constans of thy spreit Me careit thus from rest and all quyet? Is this the notabill honour and lovyng Of thy manhed, and glory of thy ryng?30 Is this the gret wyrschip of thyne empyre? O my deir son, quhilum thou bald syre, Bryngis thou ws hame sikkyn triumphe as this? Is this the rest and eys thou dyd promys To thy fader, sa tryst and wobegone,5 And oft ourset with ennemys mony one? Is this the meith, and finale term or end Of all laubouris, as we desyrit and wend? O ways me, wrachit and wofull wyght! Quhou hastely doun fallyn from the hight10 Thir slyddir warldly chancis dryvis fast! With quhou gret fard ourrollyt and down cast So hastely beyn thir fatis, behald! He that was laitly sa stowt, heich, and bald, Renownyt with gret honour of chevelry,15 And haldyn gret throu owt all Italy, Quham the Troianys sa awfull felt in armys, And dred sa oft hys furour, wrocht thame harmys: Myne awyn Turnus, lo now apon sik wys Ane lamentabill and wofull corps thou lyis:20 Now dum and spechles that hed liggis thar, Quhilum in all Italy none sa fair, Nor nane mair gracius into eloquens, Nor nane so byg but harnes, nor at defens! Son, quhar is now thy schynand lustyhed,25 Thy fresch figour, thy vissage quhite and red, Thy plesand bewte, and thyne eyn twane With thar sweit blenkand lukis mony ane, Thy gracyus glitterand semly nek lang, Thy vocis sovn, quhilk as a trumpet rang?30 The glor of Mars in batale or in stowr Is conquest with sik aventouris sowr. Had thou sic wyll thy selvyn to submyt To fervent bargan, and to dedis byt, Quhen thou departit of this sted fra me,5 Forto return with sik pompe as we se? O haitfull deth! that only, quhar thou lykis, With thy revengeabill wapynnys sa sair strikis, That thou thir prowd myndis brydill may; To all pepill elyke and common ay10 Thou haldis evyn and baris thi ceptre wand, Eternaly observand thy cunnand, Quhilk gret and small doun thryngis, and nane rakkis, And stalwart folkis to febill equale makkis. The common pepill with the capitanys,15 And ȝouth and age assemblys baith attanys. Allace, detestabill deth, dyrk and obscur! Quhat chance onworthy or mysaventur Hes the constrenyt my child me to byreif, And with a cruell wond thus ded to leif?20 O systir Amata, happy queyn, quod he, Be glaid of sa thankfull chance hes hapnyt the, And of thyne awyn slauchtir be blith in hart, Quharby thou has sa gret dolour astart, And fled sa huge occasions of myscheif,25 Sa hard and chargeand huge wo and greif! O Goddis abuf, quhat ettill ȝe mor to do Onto me wrachit fader? sen ellys, lo, My son ȝhe haue byreft, and Ardea My cite, into flambis brynt, alssua30 Consumyt is, and turnyt in assis red, With weyngis fleys a fowle in euery sted. Bot ha, Turnus! mar trist and wo am I For thy maste petuus slauchter sa bludy: Wantit this last myschance ȝit or sik thing5 To thyne onweldy fader, auld Dawnus kyng. Bot sikkyrly, with sic conditioun ay Thir warldly thingis turnys and writhis away, That quham the furyus fortoun lyst infest, And eftir lang quyet bryng to onrest,10 Brayand apon that catyve for the nanys, With all hir fors assalȝeis scho attanys, And, with all kynd of torment, in hir greif Constrenys hym with stundys of myscheif. This said he, wepand sadly, as man schent,15 With large flude of teris hys face bysprent, Drawand the sobbys hard and sychis smart, Throw rageand dolour, deip owt from hys hart: Lyke so as quhar Jovis byg fowle, the ern, With hir strang tallonys and hir punsys stern20 Lychtyng, had claucht the litill hynd calf ȝyng, Torryng the skyn, and maid the blude owt spryng: The moder, this behaldand, is all ourset With sorow, for slauchter of hir tendir get.

Kyng Latyn till Eneas send message For peax, and eyk hys douchteris mariage.

The nixt day followyng with hys bemys brycht The warld on breid illumnyt hes of lycht: The kyng Latinus tho seand, but let, Italyanys discumfyt and ourset By the fatale aventour of weir,5 And weill persavit quhou and quhat maner The fortoun haill turnyt to strang Enee; And in hys mynd revoluyt eik hes he The huge dowt of batall and deray, Full mony feirfull chance and gret effray,10 Hys consideratioun and hys sworn band, The wedlok promyst, and the ferm cunnand, And spousal of hys douchtir hecht withall: Of all the rowt ontill hym gart he call A thousand worthy men walit at rycht,15 The quhilkis the Troian duke and dowchty knycht, Quham he desyrit, suld convoy to town: In robbys lang also, or traill syde govn, With thame he jonyt oratouris infeir, And to thame gaif feill strait commandis seir:20 And forthir eik, quhen thai depart can, Of hys fre will thame chargit euery man, That, sen be favouris and admonysyngis Of the Goddis, be mony feirfull syngis, Expedient it was the kyn Troian Conioyn and myddill with blude Italian; At tharfor glaidly to thame gang wald thai, And with gud willis vissy, and assay Forto convoy the said Eneadanys5 With joy within hys hie wallys attanys. In the myd quhile, hym self full bissy went, The cite, quhilk was disarayt and schent, To put to poynt and ordinans agane, And the onweldy common pepill ilkane10 To caus adres eftir thar faculte; Thar myndis mesys and estabillis he, And gan thame promys rest in tyme cummyng, And quhou, within schort tyme, he suld thame bring Intyll eternall peax for evirmar.15 Syne chargit he the pepill our alquhar, In joy, blithnes, solace, and deray, Tryumphe to mak, with myrth, game, and play. As was accordyng, and in lugyngis hie Thar kyngly honour and sport ryall tobe;20 And merely commandis man and page, With ane assent, blith wlt, and glaid vissage, Hys gud son thai suld do welcum and meit, And with hail hart ressaue apon the streit The Troian pepill, festand thame in hy25 With glaid semlant, ryot, and melody; And to furthschaw seir takynnys of kyndnes, And of new peax so lang disirit soles. Be this the rowt, as thai instrukkit wer, In full gude rewle and ordinans infeir30 Ar entrit in the Troianys new cite, And on thar hed garlandis of olyve tre; Peax thai besocht as cheif of thar message. Quham gentill Eneas, euery man and page, Within hys palys ryall to presens5 Chargit convoy, and gafe thame audiens, And of thar cummyng the causys and maner With vissage full debonar dyd inqueir. Than the agit Drances with curage hoyt Begowth the first hys toung forto noyt,10 As he that was baith glaid, joyfull, and gay For Turnus slauchter, that tho was doyn away: And thus he said; O gentill duyk Troian, Ferm hope and glory of the pepill Phrigian, To quham of piete and dedis of armys fair15 In all the warld thar may be na compair; We venquyst folkis to witnessyng doith call, And by the Goddis sweris and Goddessis all, Contrar hys willis sair the kyng Latyn Beheld the gret assemly and convyn20 Of the Italyanys and folk of Latyn land: Agane his stomak eyk, I bair on hand, Owtragyusly the contract is ybrokkyn, Ne nevir he in deid nor word hes spokkyn That mycht the Troian honour trubbill ocht;25 Bot far rathar, baith in deid and thocht, Sen that the Goddis responsis swa hes tald, The weddyng of hys douchter grant ȝou wald, And with full gret desyre, full weill I knaw, Oft covat ȝou tobe hys son in law.30 For, all the brek and sterage that hes beyn In feir of weir and burnyst armour keyn, With sa gret rage of laubour and of payn, The wild fury of Turnus, now lyis slayn, Inflambit with the stang of wikkytnes,5 And infekkit with hie haitrent expres, Hes brocht on hand, and movit sa to steir; Agane thar will to rays batale and weir The Latyn pepill constrenyng by and by, Quhilk thai playnly refusyt and gan deny:10 Hym all the ost, turnand bakwart agane, Besocht to ces, and draw fra the bargane, And suffir the gret Anchises son of Troy Hys wedlok promyst enioys but ennoy. Syne the maist nobill kyng Latyn, full fayn15 Hym forto breke and to withdraw agane, Hys auld onweldy handis twa dyd hald, Hym to requir hys purpos stynt he wald; For weill he saw, in our ardent desyre Of the bargan he scaldit hait as fyre:20 Bot all our prayeris and requestis kynd Mycht nowder bow that dowr mannys mynd, Nor ȝit the takynnys and the wondris seir From Goddis send with dyvyne ansuer, Bot that evir mor and mor fersly he25 Furth spowtit fyre, prouocand the melle. And, for syk succudrus ondertakyng now, Hys awin myscheif, weill worthy to allow, He fundyn hes; quhilk finaly, on the land Thou beand victour with the ovirhand,30 Hym bet to grond hes maid do gnaw and byte The blak erd intill hys mortall syte. Now lat that ilk rahatour wend inhy The blak hellys byggyngis to vissy, Vndir the drery deip flude Acheron;5 Lat hym go sers, sen he is thiddir gone, Other ostis or barganys in hys rage, And als ane other maner of mariage. Thou, far bettir, and gret deill worthiar To bair the riall ceptyr, and tobe ayr,10 Succeid to realm and heritage sall Of Lawrent cuntre with the moblys all: In the alhaill the hows of kyng Latyn, And hys onweldy age, lyke to declyne, Hys hope and all beleif restis in the;15 And the only Italianys all, said he, Abufe the schynand sternys, as gold brycht, Full wylfull ar fortill vphie on hycht; As maste excelland worthy weryour Thai the extoll in batale and in stowr,20 Thy hevynly armour eik, with lowd stevin, And thy verray renoun syngis to the hevyn. The graue faderis of consale venerabill In thar digest decretis sage and stabill, The ancyent pepill onweldy for age,25 The glaid ȝong gallandis stalwart of curage, The lusty matronys newfangill of sik thyng, Wenschys onwed, and litill childryn ȝyng, All, with a voce and haill assent at accord, Desyris the as for thar prynce and lord,30 And joyus ar that into feild, fut het, Vndir thy wapynnys Turnus lyis doun bet: The all Itaill, clepit Ausonya, Besekis heirof, and forthirmor alssua Doith the extoll maste worthy, wys, and wight;5 In the only returnyt is thar syght: The kyng hym self Latinus, now full ald, Hys ancient onweldy lyfe to hald, Hes only this beleif and traste, quod he, That he hys douchter may do wed with the,10 Quhilk of kyn, successioun, and lynnage, Be that ilk souerane band of mariage, Of Troian and Italian blude discend Sall childryng furth bryng, quhill the warldis end Perpetualy to ryng in hie impyre.15 Tharfor haue doyn, cum on thou gudly syre, Thou gret ledar of the Troian rowt, Cum entyr in our weirly wallys stowt; Ressaue this worthy notabill fair proffyr, And saisyn tak of honouris quhilkis we offir.20 Thus endit he; and all the remanent Intill a voce sammyn gave thar consent: Quham the reuthfull Eneas with glaid cheir Ressauyt hes full tendyrly infeir; And, in few wordis and a frendly mynd25 Thame ansuerand, he carpys on this kynd. Not ȝou, nor ȝit the kyng Latyn, but les, That wont was forto ryng in plesand pes, Will I argew of this maner offens: For suyth I wait, the wilfull violens30 Of Turnus all that gret wark brocht abowt; And I am sovir eik, and owt of dowt, Sa gret danger of batale it was he Provokit swa, and movit to melle, For ȝyng desyre of hie renown, perfay,5 And loys of prowes mair than I byd say. And netheles, quhou evir it be, I wys, This spowsage Italian, at me promyst is, Ne will I not refuys on nakyn wys, Nor forto knyttyng vp, as ȝhe devys,10 This haly peax with frendly allyans, With etern concord, but disseuerans. The sam kyng Latyn, my gud fader ald, Sall hys impyre and venerabill ceptour hald, And I Troian for me vp in this feild15 Ane new resset and wight wallys sall beld, Quhilk cite sall ressaue hys douchteris naym; And my Goddis domesticall, that fra haym With me I brocht, I sall with ȝou conioyn; In concord and in vnyte all commoun,20 In tyme tocum sammyn athir falloschip Vndir a law sall leif in gret frendschip. In the meyn tyme go to, and speid ws soyn Onto our wark that restis ȝit ondoyn, And lat ws byrn the bodeis, and bery eft,25 Quham the hard wofull rage hes ws byreft, And into batale kyllyt lyis ded: Syne, tomorn ayrly, as the son worthis red, And with hys cleir days lyght doyth schyne, Blithly we seik to cyte Lawrentyne.30 Thus said he; and the Latynys, quhill he spak, With vissage still beheld hym stupifak, Of hys wys gracius answeris wonderand all, And of sik wordis debonar in speciall; Mayr evidently gan mervell he and he5 Of hys gret warkis of reuth and sik piete: Belyve, with all thar forcis, euery wyght Weltis doun treys grew full hie on hycht, And hastely togiddir gadderit has In hepys gret, the funerall fyre to rays,10 And thar abuf thar citeȝanys hes laid, Vndir quham syne thai set in blesys braid: The flambe and reik vpglydis in the ayr, That of the laithly smokis heir and thar The hevyn dyrknyt and the firmament.15 Thai hynt from all the feildis adiacent Innumerabill rowch twyntir scheip syne, And of thir akcorn swellyaris, the fat swyne; And tydy ȝyng oxin steik thai fast, And in the funerall fyris dyd thame cast:20 The large planys schynys all of lycht, And, throw thir hait scaldand flambys brycht, Stude blowt of bestis, and of treys bair: With huge clamour smyt, dyndillit the ayr.

Quhou king Latinus metis with Eneas keyn, And frendly talking was thir twa betweyn.

Be this the schynand secund days lyght Vprasit Phebus with goldyn bemys brycht: Than all the Troianys and Ausonyanys, Full blithly in a rowt assemblit attanys, Montit on hors, and held thar ways syne5 Onto the mastir cite Lawrentyne, With wallys hie and biggingis weirly maid. Befor thame all rewthfull Eneas raid; And nixt per ordour Drances, that to the kyng As agit man carpis of mony thyng;10 Syne come hys only child Ascanyus, That otherwys was clepyt Julus; Nixt hym Alethes, with mynd full digest, Grave Ilyoneus, Mnestheus, and stern Serest; Syne followys thame the forcy Sergestus,15 Gyas alsso, and stalwart Cloanthus: Eftir quham, mydlit sammyn, went arayn The other Troianys and folk Italian. In the meyn quhile the Latyn citeȝanys Without thar wallys ischit furth atanys,20 That with gret lawd, in mych solempnyte And triumphe ryall has ressauyt Enee. Be this thai cummyn war onto the town; Quham with blith front, to meyt thame reddy bown, The kyng Latyn with huge cumpany Thame welcumis and festis by and by. And fra that he beheld amyd the rowt Eneas cumand, the Dardan capitan stowt, Hys verray figur dyd hym nocht dissaue;5 For, quhar he went, excellent all the lave And hyear far a gret deill semys he, That far on breid his ryall maieste And pryncely schynand countenans dyd appeir. And quhen that he cummyn was so neir10 That athir gudly to othir speke mycht, And heir the wordis carpyt apon hycht, And, lyke as thai desyrit, on the land To lap in armys, and adion hand in hand; The kyng Latinus, as a curtas man,15 With glaid semblant thus first to speke began: Weill be ȝe cummyn finaly, Enee, And the ferm hope hes not dissavit me Of my desyrus mynd, now full of joy; O schynand gloryus light to folkis of Troy!20 Quham the command of the gret Goddis mycht, Throu sa feill chancis catchit and evill dycht, In Italy within our boundis plane Hes destinat and ordanyt to remane: All thocht that manis wanton willfull offens,25 Be our malapert and ondantit licens, In thar fury with brag and mekill onrest Tha haly lawis trublit and infest, Prouocand and commovand the Goddis greif; So that alsso, quhidder me war loith or leif,30 Full oft resistand and denyand the weir, Constrenyt I was, and warpit thar and heir, That, mawgre my hed, me behuffit susteyn The hard dangeris of Mars and mekill teyn. Now is it endit; bot, certis, na litill thyng5 Has it cost sum man sik undertakyng: The godly power, wilfull vengeans to tak, Havand disdeyn at sik deray was mak, Onto tha wikkyt sawlys for the nanys Hes send condyng punytioun and just panys.10 Haue doyn, gret Troian prynce, now I the pray, Sen baith the crop and rutys ar away Of all seditioun and discord, I wys, And wyrkaris of sa gret trespas and mys; Cum and ressaue thy spows and mariage15 To the promyst; succeid to heritage. Realmys I haue, and citeys mony ane Full strangly beldit with hie wallis of stane, And sum alsso that I in weir conquest, And thar barmkynnys to grund bet and doun kest:20 Bot only the beleif and beld, quod he, Of my wery age and antiquyte, A douchtir haue I, quhilk suld be myn ayr: Quharfor in tyme cummyn for euermar I the ressaue, and haldis in dante,25 As son in law and successour to me. To quham the gentill Eneas reuerently This ansuer maid agane, and said in hy: Maist ryall kyng, all tyme accustumate To lyf in plesand peax, but all debait,30 Of this weirfar and sa gret stryfe, quod he, I trastit evir thar was no wyte in the: Tharfor, my derrest fader, I the pray, Do all sik dowtis of suspicioun away, Gyf ony sik thochtis restis in thy mynd,5 And trastis weill Enee afald and kynd. Now am I present, reddy as ȝe wald, That ȝou ressavis and fra thens sall hald As fader in law, and in all chancis, per de, As verray fader that me bigat, but le:10 The figour of the gret Anchises ded I se heir present to me in this sted; And I agane in fervent hayt desyre Ȝow forto ples, my fader, lord, and syre, Sall byrn in lufe, as sum tyme wont was I15 Towartis hym me engendrit of his body.

Heir Eneas, that worthy nobill knycht, Was spowsyt with Lavinia the brycht.

With sikkyn sermond athir othir grat, And sammyn to the cheif palys with that Thai held infeir: than mycht thou se with this The matronys and ȝong damysellis, I wys,20 That gret desyre hes sik thing to behald, Thryng to the stretis and hie wyndoys thik fald; The agit faderis, and the ȝyng gallandis, Per ordour eik assemlyt reddy standis In gret rowtis, to vissy and to se The gudly personys of the Troian menȝe. Bot specialy, and first of all the laif,5 The gret capitan Enee notyt thai haue, Attentfully behaldand euery wight Hys stowt curage, hys byg statur and hycht, And in thar mynd comprasyt hys kyn maste hie, Hys plesand vissage, and knychtly large bonte;10 And, glaid and joyfull, extoll and loif thai can The gret apperans of gud in sik a man, And sa fair gyftis and beleif, but les, As thai desyrit, of finale rest and pes. Lyke as, quhen the gret ithand weit or rayn,15 From the clowdis furth ȝet our all the playn, Haldis the husbandis ydill aganys thar will, Lang with hys crukyt beym the plewch lyis still: Syne, gif brycht Tytan list do schaw hys face, And with swyft curs far furth a large space20 Doith cach hys stedis and hys giltyn char, And kythis hys goldyn bemys in the ayr, Makand the hevynnys fair, cleir, and scheyn, The weddir smowt, and firmament sereyn; The landwart hynys than, baith man and boy,25 For the soft sessoun ourflowis full of joy, And athir otheris gan exhort in hy To go to laubour of thar husbandry. Nane other wys the pepill Ausonyan Of this glaid tyme in hart wolx wonder fayn.30 Be this the kyng Latyn, lord of that land, With maste nobill Eneas hand in hand, Within the cheif palys, baith he and he, Ar entryt in the saill ryall on hie; Quham followys nixt the ȝyng Ascanyus fair,5 That was hys faderis only child and ayr; Syne folk of Itaill, mydlit with Troianys, Ar entrit in that riall hall attanys: With pompos fest and joyus myrth our all Resoundis tho baith palys, bowr, and hall,10 And all the chymmys riall rownd abowt Was fyllyt with thar tryne and mekill rowt. And tharwithall, of chalmyr by and by, With sa gudly a sort and cumpany Of ladeis fair and damysellys onwed,15 Innumerabill almast, als furth was led The fair fresch Lavinia the may, Amyd thame schynand in hir ryall array; The crystall bemys of hir eyn twane, That as the brycht twynkland starnys schayn,20 Sum deill eschamyt, towart the erth doith hald. Quham as this Troian prynce first gan behald, Of bewte, schape, and all afferys, perfay, Sa excelland that wondir war to say, At the first blenk astonyst half wolx he,25 And musyng hovirris styll on hir to se; And in hys mynd gan rew the hard myschans Of Turnus, quham na litill apperans Sa baldly movit to dereyn bargane, To rays the weir, and feght for sykkyn ane:30 For weill, he thocht, the hope of syk a wight To dedys of armys aucht constreyn ony knycht. Syne, to abbryge our mater, hand in hand Thai war coniunct intill eternall band Of matrimonye; and tho at all devys5 Thar wedlok with honour, as was the gys, By menstralys and herraldis of gret fame Was playd and sung, and throw the cowrt proclame. Than joy and myrth, with dansyng and deray, Full mery noys, and sovndis of gam and play,10 Abuf the bryght starnys hie vpwent, That semyt forto pers the firmament, And joyus vocis ryngis furth alsso Our all the palys ryall to and fro. And syk ryot indurand amyd the pres,15 Ene thus carpys to traste Achates, And bad hym go belyve, but mair delay, Do fech the rych robbys and array, The fresch attyre, and all the precyus wedis, Wrocht craftely, and weif of goldyn thredis,20 Quhilum be fair Andromachais hand, By quham thai war hym gevyn in presand; And eyk the collar of the fyne gold brycht, With precyus stanys and with rubeys pight, Quham scho also abowt hir hals quhyte25 Was wont to weir in maste pompe and delyte, Quhill that the Troian weilfar stud abufe; The gret cowpe eyk, the quhilk in syng of lufe Quhilum kyng Priam to hys fader gave, Ald Anchises, of fyne gold weill engrave.30 Than, but delay, Achates at command Brocht thir rych gyftis, a wonder fair presand: Syne to hys fader in law, the kyng Latyn, The precyus cowp gave he of brycht gold fyne, And to hys spows, Lavinia the may,5 The wedis ryall and the collar gay. Than athir dyd thar dewly obseruans With breistis blyth and plesand dalyans, To festyng, entertenyr, and cherys Thar ferys abowt on the maist gudly wys:10 With diuers sermond carpyng all the day, Thai schort the howris, and dryvis the tyme away.

Gret myrth and solace was maid at the festis, Rehersand mony histories ald and gestis.

Be this it walxis layt towart the nycht, And fast declynyng gan the days lycht, The tyme requiring, eftir the ald maner,15 To go to meyt and syt to the supper: Onon the bankat and the mangeory For fest ryall accordyng, by and by, With all habundans pertenyng to syk thyng, As weill efferit in the hows of a kyng,20 With alkyn maner ordinans was maid Amyd the hallys heich, lang, and braid, Apparalyt at all devys and array. Onto the bankat haill assemlyt thai, And on the carpettis spred of purpour fyne To tablis set, quhar thai war servit syne With alkyn danteys, and with metys seir,5 That all to rakkyn prolixit war to heir: As quhou the crystall eweris to thar handis The watir gave, and quhou feill servandis standis To mak thame ministratioun in all curys, And quhou thai trasyng on the large flurys10 With blyth vissage intil euery sted, And quhou that first on burdis thai set bred: Sum with mesys gan the tabillys charge; Ane other sort doith set in all at large The cowpys gret and drynkyn tassis fyne,15 And gan do skynk and byrll the nobill wyne: That to behald thame walkyn to and fro Throw the rowm hallys, and sa byssy go, And thame at tabillis makand sa glaid cheir, A paradys it was to se and heir.20 Bot with hys eyn onmovit Latyn kyng Gan fast behald the child Ascanyus ȝyng, Wondrand on his afferis and vissage, And of the speche and wordis grave and sage Of sik a childis mowth syk wys suld fall,25 And of his digest and reddy wyt withall, Befor the ȝheris of maturyte; And of feill thingis hym demandis he, Athir to other renderand mony a saw: And syne wald he alsso, ane other thraw,30 Full tendirly do kyss hys lusty face, And lap hym in hys armys and embrace; And, wondirly reiosyt, declare wald he Happy and to the Goddis bedettit Ene, Quhilk hym had gevin syk a child as that.5 And quhillis thai thus at the supper sat, Eftir that with samony danteis seir Thar appetit of metis assuagit were, With commonyng and carpyng euery wyght The lang declinand and ourslippand nyght10 Gan schape full fast to mak schort and ourdryve: Now the Troianys hard aventouris belyve Rehersyng our, and all the Grekis slycht; Now the fers bargan and the awfull fight Of Lawrent pepill callyng to thar mynd:15 As quhou, and quhar, quham by, and be quhat kynd, The ostis first discumfist war in feild; And quhar that athir rowtis vndir scheild, With dartis castyng, dynt of swerd and mays, Constrenyt was to fle in syk a place,20 And leif the feild; and quha best dyd hys det, Quha bald in stowr eyk maid the first onset; And quha first, on ane startland cursour gude, Hys burnyst brand bedyit with red blude. Bot principaly Eneas Troian bald,25 And Latinus the kyng sage and ald, Of conquerouris and soueran pryncis dyng The gestis can rehers fra kyng to kyng, Twichand the stait, quhilum be days gone, Of Latium that myghty regioun:30 Quhou vmquhile Saturn, fleand hys sonnys brand, Lurkyt and dwelt in Italy the land, Be quhilk rayson he dyd it Latium call; That kynd of pepill, dwelt skatterit our all In montanys wild, togyddir maid conveyn,5 And gaif thame lawys and statutis, and full beyn Tawcht thame to grub the wynys, and al the art To eyr, and saw the cornys, and ȝok the cart: And quhou the gret Jupiter, God dyvyne, To this hys faderis resset socht hes syne;10 And quhou that he engendrit thar alssua On Atlas douchter, the fair wench Electra, Schir Dardanus, that eftir, as thai sayn, Hys awyn brother Jasyus hes slayn; Syne from the cyte Choryte in Italy15 To sey is went with a gret cumpany, And gan arryve eftir in Phrigia, And belt the cyte on the mont Ida: And quhou that he, in syng, for hys baner, From Jupiter ressauyt, hys fader deir,20 The fleand egill displayt fair and playn, Ane knawyn takyn to pepill Hectorian, As the first nobill armys and ensenȝe Baith of the Troian ancistre and menȝe, By hym erekkit and vprasyt stud,25 Was first begun, and cheif stok of that blude. Thus, with syk maner talkyn, euery wight Gan dryvyn our and schortis the lang nycht. Tharwith the bruyt and noys rays in tha wanys, Quhill all the large hallys rang attanys30 Of mannys voce and sound of instrumentis, That to the ruyf on hie the dyn vp went is; The blesand torchys schayn and sergis brycht, That far on breid all lemys of thar lycht; The harpys and the githornys plays attanys:5 Vpstart Troianys, and syne Italianys, And gan do dowbill brangillys and gambatis, Dansys and rowndis traysyng mony gatis, Athir throu other reland, on thar gys: Thai fut it so that lang war to devys10 Thar hasty fair, thar revellyng and deray, Thar morysis and syk ryot, quhil neir day. Bot for to tellyng quhou with torch lycht Thai went to chalmer, and syne to bed at nycht, Myne author list na mensioun tharof draw;15 Na mair will I, for sik thingis beyn knaw; All ar expert, eftir new mariage, On the first nycht quhat suld be the subcharge.

Eneas foundis a wallit town and squair; Quhamto Venus can diuers thingis declare.

And thus thai festyng days nyne at all, With large pompe, and kyngly apparall,20 Accordyng sych a spowsage as was this. And, quhen the tent morrow cummyn is, Than this ilk souerane and maste douchty man, Eneas, for to found hys town began: Fyrst gan he mark and cirkill with a pleuch Quhar the wallys suld stand, thar drew a sewch: Syne Troianys fundis tenementis for thame self,5 And gan the fowceis and the dichis delf. Bot lo, onon, a wonder thing to tell! Ane huge bleys of flambys braid doun fell Furth of the clowdis, at the left hand straucht, In maner of a lychtnyng or fyre flaucht,10 And dyd alicht rycht in the sammyn sted Apon the crown of fair Lavinias hed; And fra thyne hie vp in the lyft agane It glaid away, and tharin dyd remane. The fader Eneas astonyst wolx sum deill,15 Desyrus this syng suld betakyn seill; Hys handis baith vphevis towartis hevin, And thus gan mak hys boyn with myld stevin: O Jupiter, gif euer ony tyme, said he, The Troian pepill, baith by land and see,20 Thyne admonitions, command, and impyre, Obeyt has, page, man, or syre; Or gif that I ȝour power and godhed Dred, and adornyt intyll ony sted Ȝour altaris, or ony wirschip dyd tharto;25 And be that thyng ȝit restis for to do, Gif ony thyng behynd ȝit doith remane; With this ȝour happy takyn augurian Ȝeld ws ȝour plesand rest and ferm pes, Mak end of all our harmys, and caus thame ces.30 As he sik wordis warpys owt that tyde Hys goldyn moder apperis hym besyde, Confessand hir tobe the fair Venus, And with hir blissyt mowth scho carpis thus: Son, do syk thocht and dreid furth of thy mynd,5 Ressaue thir godly syngis in bettir kynd, And joyusly enioys, myn awyn Enee, The gret weilfar fra thens sal betyd the: Now is thy rest and quiet fund and kend, Now of thy harmys is cummyn extreme end;10 Now at the last, as thou desyris, perfay, This warld with the sal knyt vp peax for ay. Abhor thou nocht the fyre and flambis brycht, From thy deir spowsys hed glaid to the hycht, Bot constantly thy mynd thou now addres;15 It salbe scho, I the declar expres, That sall with blude ryall thy douchty name, Thy successioun, renown, and nobill fame, And Troian pryncis, of thy seid discend, Abufe the clowdis hie and sternys send.20 Scho sall of thy lynnage, my son Enee, Bair childryng full of magnanymyte, Of quhais offspryng sik men sall succeid, That all this large warld far onbreid With thar excelland wirschip sall fulfill,25 And by thar mychty power, at thar will, As conquerouris, vnder thar senȝeory Subdew and rewle this warldis monarchy; Of quham the schynand souerane glor sall wend, And far beȝond the occean see extend,30 Makand thame equale with the hevynnys hie: Quham, finaly, thar ardent gret bonte And soueran vertu, spred sa far onbred is, Eftir innumerabill sa feill douchty dedis, Sail mak thame Goddis, and thame deify,5 And thame vpheis full hie abufe the sky. This flambe of fyre the wirschip and renovn Doith signyfy of thy successioun; The God almychty from his starrit hevin Has schawin tharfor this syng of fyry levin:10 Tharfor, in recompens of sykkyn thyng, And samekill wirschip of hir sal spring, This cite, quhilk thou closys with a wall, Eftir thy spowsis name clepe thou sall. And forthir eyk, the Goddis quhom thou hynt15 Of Troy, that tyme quhen it in flambys brynt, Penates, or the Goddis domesticall, Thou set alsso within the sammyn wall: Tharin thou gar thame soyn be brocht in hy, In hie honour and tyme perpetualy20 Thar to remane, eternally to dwell. I sall to the of thame a wonder tell; Thai sall sa strangly luf this new cyte, That, gyf thame happynys careit for tobe Tyll ony other sted or place tharby,25 All be thame self agane full hastely Thai sall return to this ilk town of thyne, That thou beildis in boundis of kyng Latyn: Ȝa; quhou oft sys that thai away be tayn, Thai sal return haymwart agane ilkane.30 O happy cyte, and weil fortunat wall, With quham sa gret rellykis remane sall, Quharin thou sall in tyme tocum, but leys, Govern the Troian folk in plesand pes! Eftir this at last Latyn, thy fader in law,5 Wery of hys lyfe, and far in age ydraw, Doun to gostis in the campe Elyse Sall wend, and end his dolly days, and de: Onto hys ceptre thou sall do succeid, And vnder thy senȝeory, far onbreid,10 Sall weld and led thir ilk Italianys, And common lawis for thame and the Troianys Statut thou sall; and syne thou sall ascend, And vp to hevyn glaidly thy self send: Thus standis the Goddis sentens and decreit.15 Na mair scho said; bot, as the gleym doith gleit, From thens scho went away in the schyre ayr, I wait nocht quhidder, for I com neuer thar. Enee astonyst, havand hys mynd smyte With syk promys of renown and delyte,20 Hys blissyt moderis command gan fulfill: And now at plesand rest, at hys awyn will, The Troian pepill rewlit he in pes. With this the kyng Latynus can deces, And left the ceptre vacand to hys hand:25 Than the reuthfull Ene our all the land Of Italy succedis in hys sted, And gan full large bundis in lordschip led, That halely obeyt to hys wand, And at hys lykyng rewlit all the land.30 Now equaly of fre will euery ane, Baith pepill of Troy and folk Italian, All of a ryte, manerys, and vsans, Becummyn ar frendly but discrepans; Thar myndis and thar brestis in amyte,5 In ferm concord and gret tranquylite, Gan leif at eys, considerat in ally, As vnder a law sammyn coniunct evynly.