VOLUME I. (continued 2)

Ȝyt of the traytowris fals controvyt slycht, That was belevit, allace! with euery wyght.

Pardon and lyfe to thir terys geif we, Quod Priamus, and mercy grantis fre. And, first of all, the mannykillis and hard bandis Chargit he lows of this ilk manis handis; With frendly wordis syne thus onto hym said, Quhat evir thou art, beis mery and glaid, Forȝet the Grekis that lost ar and away,5 From thens fordwart thou salbe owris, perfay. Bot schaw trewly this a thing I inquer, Onto quhat fyne this huge hors was heir, Of sa gret statur beldit vp on hie: Quha wrocht the wark? quhat may it signyfie?10 Quhat is it? ane offerand of sum halynes? Or sum engyne of batale? as I ges, Said Priamus. Bot than the tother wight, Ful weil instrukit of Grekis art and slycht, Lowsit and laitly fred of al his bandis,15 Onto the starnys hevit vp his handis: O ȝhe, quod he, euerlestand lampis brycht, And ȝour dyvyne power and ȝour gret mycht, That aucht not beyn forsworn, I testefy; And ȝou altaris, and cruel swordis, quham I20 Am eschapit, and al ȝou goddis wys Quhais garlandis bair I as ȝour sacryfys, Leiffull is now to brek, but mair abaid, The sworn promys that I to Grekis maid; Leiffull is eik tha pepill fortil hait,25 And schaw furth planely al at euer I wait, Thar hyd slycht als to rype furth to the grund: To na cuntre nor lawis am I bund. Sa mot thou, Troy, quham I sal salue fra skayth, Kepe me thy promys and thi lawte baith,30 As I sal schaw the verite ilke deill, And for my lyfe sal rendir ȝou a gret weill. The Grekis trast and comfort, mony ȝheris, From the begynnyng of thir mortale weris, On Pallas help stude haill this towne to get:5 Bot efter that Thedeus, wareit get, With Vlixes, fyndar of wykkytnes, The fatale rellyk of Palladium, I ges, Furth of hir tempill, and the hallowit hald, To reif away forsabilly war so bald,10 And sla the wachis of the cheif castell, The haly ymage, grysly forto tell, Pollute and fylit, and with thar bludy handis Hir vyrgyne valis and blissit godly garlandis Presumyt twich; sen syne has euermair15 Bakwart of Grekis the hope went and weilfair; Thar mychtis and thar strenthis feblit fast: So frawart thame hir mynd this god hes kast That with na dowtsum takynnys, ma than twa, Hir greif furth schew this ilke Trytonia.20 Skarsly the statw was in thar tempill vpset, Quhen all hir membris bittir terys swet; Hir eyn glowit as ony gleid for ire, Quharfra thar flaw mony sparkis of fyre; A teyrful thing, and wonderfull to tell;25 Thrys schynyng down on the grond scho fell, Hyr targe trymlyng, and schakyng fast hir speir. Onone, al most ȝe wend to sey infeir, Cryis Calcas, nor Grekis instrument Of Troy the wallis sal neuer hurt ne rent,30 Les than agane the land of Arge be socht, With alkyn portage quhilk was hydder brocht In barge or bilgeit ballyngare our see: The goddes mon be mesit als, quod he. And now, set thai, with this ilke wynd, haue socht5 Thar land of Grece or Myce, this is thar thocht, To graith thar armour and wapynnys by and by, And, with supple of goddis in cumpany, In haist forto return agane our see; Or ȝe beyn war, apon ȝou will thai be.10 Thus al per ordour declaris thame Calcas, At quhais monicioun als vp biggit was This bustuus form, in lyknes of a hors, For Palladium, and to appeis the fors Of the goddes, and into recompens15 Of thar wrachit and dolorus offens. And mairatour, of sa huge quantite Calcas commandis beld this statw of tre, Thus large and gret, weil neir the hevyn on hycht, So at the portis it ne entyr myght,20 Nor ȝit be brocht within ȝour wallys wyde, Nor ȝour pepill favour, help, nor gyde Eftir the auld relligioun and vsage. For gif ȝour handis had violet, in ȝour rage, This haly presand of the god Mynerve,25 Gret wraik suld follow that al suld ȝe sterve, Priamus ryng distroyit, and al ȝour pelf; Quhilk destany goddis turn rather in hym self! Bot gif this ilk statw, standis heir wrocht, War with ȝour handis into the cite brocht,30 Than schew he that the pepil of Asya, But ony obstakill, in fell batale suld ga, Bet down the townys of Arge that regioun, And the sam fait happyn our successioune. By sik wylis and slychtis, mony one,5 Of fals controvit and maynsworn Synone, The mater is belevit with all it heris; And takyn ar, by dissait and fenȝeit teris, Tha pepil quham the son of Thedeus, Nor fers Achilles, clepit Larysseus,10 Nor Grece ten ȝheris in batale mycht ourcum, Nor ȝit the thousand schippis al and sum.

Quhou stranglit was the prest hecht Laocon, And how the hors clam our the wallis of stone.

Betyd, the ilke tyde, a fer grettar woundir, And mair dreidful to catyvis be sik hunder, Quhilk of Troianys trublit mony onwarnyt breste.15 As Laocon, that was Neptunus prest, And chosyn by kavill onto that ilk office, A fair gret bull offerit in sacrifyce Solemnytly befor the haly alteir, Throw the styl sey, from Tenedos, infeir,20 Lo! twa gret lowpit edderis, with mony thraw, Fast throu the flude towart the land gan draw. My spreit abhorris this mater to declare; Abufe the watir thar hals stude euermare, With bludy crestis owtwith the wallis hie; The remanent swam al ways vnder see, With grysly bodeis lynkit mony fald;5 The salt fame stowris from the fard thai hald: Onto the grund thai glaid with glowand eyn Stuffit full of vennom, fyre, and fellon teyn, Wyth tongis quhislyng in thar mowthis red Thai lyk the twynkland stangis in thar hed.10 We fled away al bludeles for affeir; Bot, wyth a braid, to Laocon infeir Thai start atanys; and hys twa sonnys ȝyng First athir serpent lappit lyke a ryng, And, with thar cruell byt and stangis fell,15 Of tendir membris tuke mony sary morcell; Syne thai the prest invadit, baith twane, Quhilk with hys wapynnys dyd hys byssy pane His childryng forto helpyn and reskew. Bot thai about hym lowpit in wympillis threw,20 And twys cyrkyllit his myddil rownd about, And twys faldis thar sprutlit skynnys, but dowt, About hys hals; bath nek and hede thai schent: As he etlys thar hankis to haue rent Of with his handis, and thame away haue draw,25 Hys hed bendis and garlandis all war blaw Ful of vennom and rank poyson atanys, Quhilk infekkis the flesch, blude, and banys. And tharwith eik sa horribilly schowtis he, His cryis dynnyt to the sternys on hie;30 Lyke as a bull doith rummysing and rayr, Quhen he eschapis hurt from the altair, And charris by the ax with his nek wight, Gif on his forhed the dynt hyttis nocht rycht. Syne thir twa serpentis hastely glaid away;5 Onto the cheif tempil fled ar thai, Of stern Pallas to the hallowit place, And crap in vnder the feit of the goddes, Hyd thame behynd the boys of hir bukleir. Than trymlit thar mony stowt hart for feir,10 The onkowth dreid into thar brestis crap: All said, Laocon justly, sik was his hap, Has deir ybocht his wikkit and schrewit deid, For he the haly hors or stalwart steid With violent strake presumyt forto deir,15 And tharintil to fessyn his cursit speir. Onto the hallowit sted bryng in, thai cry, The gret fygur, and lat ws sacryfy The haly goddes, and magnyfy hyr mycht With orysonys and offerandis day and nycht.20 Quhat wil ȝe mair? the barmkyn down we rent, And wallis of our cite we maid patent; Onto that wark al sped thame bissely; Turnand quhelis thai set in, by and by, Vndir the feit of this ilke bysnyng jaip;25 Abowt the nek knyt mony bassyn raip: This fatale monstre clam our the wallis then, Gret wamyt, and stuffit ful of armyt men; And tharabout ran childer and madis ȝyng, Syngand karrellis and dansand in a ryng;30 Ful weil war thame, and glaid was euery wight, That with thar hand anys twich the cordis mycht. Furth drawyn haldis this suttell hors of tre, And mannysand slydis throu the myd cite. O natyve cuntre, and rial realm of Troy!5 O goddis hows Ilion ful of joy! O worthy Troiane wallis chevalrus! Four tymys stoppyt that monstre peralus, Evin at the entre of the portis wyde, And four sys the armour, that ilk tyde,10 Clynkit and rang amyd the large belly; Bot netheles, intil our blynd fury, Forȝetting this, instantly we wirk, And forto drug and draw wald neuer irk, Quhil that myschancy monstre, quently bet,15 Amyd the hallowit tempill vp was set. Cassandra than the fatis to cum tald plane, Bot, by command of Phebus, al was in vane; For thocht scho spayit the suthe, and maid na bowrd, Quhat euer scho said Troianys trowit nocht a word.20 The tempillis of goddis and sanctuaryis all, We fey pepill, allace! quhat say I sall? Quhamtill this was the duylfull lattir day, With festuale flowris and bewys, as in May, Dyd weil anorn, and fest and ryot maid25 Throu owt the town, and for myscheif was glaid.

Grekis entrys by trayson in the cite, And how Hector apperis till Ene.

Wyth this, the hevyn sa quhyrlit about his speir Out of the sey the dym nycht gan appeir, With hir dyrk weid bath erth and firmament Involwyng, by hir secret schaddowis quent Covering Gregion and Myrmydonys slyght;5 Within the wallis to bed went euere wyght: Still warin all, and soft vapour of sleip Apon thar wery lymmys fast doith creip. Be than the army of mony a Gregioun, Stuffit in schippis, come fra Tenedon,10 Stil, vnder frendly sylens of the moyn, To the kend costis speding thame ful soyn; And quhen the takynnyng, or the bail of fyre, Rays from the kyngis schip, vp byrnand schyre, Of the goddis be frawart destany15 Synon preservit couth this syng aspy; The fyrryn closeris oppynnys, but noys or dyn, And Grekis, hyd the horssis cost within, Patent war maid to fight and to the ayr. Joyfull and blyth, from that boys statw thar,20 Discending thai downlat by cordis atanys Thersander and Sthenelus, twa capitanys, The dowr Vlixes als, and Athamas, Pelyus nevo Pyrrus, and kyng Thoas, The first Machaon, and Menelaus, And the engyne forgyar hait Epeus; The cite thai invaid, and fast infest, With wyne and sleip yberyit and at rest. Slane ar the wachis liggyng on the wall;5 Opnyt the portis, leyt in thar feris all, Togidder jonyt euery cumpany: Throu the cite sone rays the noys and scry. Thys was that tyme quhen the fyrst quyete Of naturale sleip, to quham na gyft mair swete,10 Stelis on fordoverit mortale creaturis, And in thar swewynnys metis quent figuris. Lo! in my sleip, I se stand me befor, As to my syght, maist lamentabil Hector, Wyth large flude of teris, and al besprent,15 As he, vmquhile, eftyr the cart was rent, With barknyt blude and powder: O God, quhat skath! Boldynnyt ful gret war feit and lymmys baith, By bandis of the cordis quhilk thame drewch. Ha! walloway! quhat harm and wo eneuch!20 Quhat ane was he! how far changit from joy Of that Hector, quhilum returnyt to Troy, Cled with the spulȝe of hym Achillys, Or quhen the Troiane fyry blesis, I wys, On Grekis schippis, thyk fald he slang that day25 Quhen that he slew the Duke Prothesylay! Hys fax and berd was fadyt quhar he stude, And all hys hayr was glotnyt ful of blude; Full mony woundis on his body bayr he, Quhilk, in defens of hys natyve cuntre,30 About the wallys of Troy ressavyt he had. Me thocht, I first, wepyng and na thing glaid, Rycht reuerently begouth to clepe this man, And with sik dolorus wordis thus began: O thou, of Troy the lemand lamp of lycht!5 O Troiane hope, maist ferm defens in fyght! Quhat has the tareit? quhy maid thou this delay, Hector, quham we desyrit mony a day? From quhat cuntre this wys cummyn art thou? That, eftir feil slauchter of thi frendis now,10 And of thi folkis and cite efter huge payn, Quhen we beyn irkit, we se the heir agayn! Quhat hard myschance fylyt so thi plesand face? Or quhy se I tha feil woundis, allace! Onto thir wordis he nane answer maid,15 Nor to my voyd demandis na thyng said, Bot with ane hevy murmour, as it war draw Furth of the boddum of his breste weil law, Allace! allace! thou goddes son, quod he, Salf thi self from this fyre, and fast thou fle;20 Our ennemys has thir worthy wallys tane; Troy from the top down fallys, and all is gane. Enewch has lestit of Priamus the ryng, The fatis wil na mair it induryng. Gif Pargama, the Troiane wallys wyght,25 Mycht langar haue beyn fendit into fyght, With this rycht hand thai suld haue be defendit; Adew! fair weil! for euer it is endit. In thi keping committis Troy, but les, Hir kyndly goddis clepit Penates;30 Tak thir in falloschip of thi fatis all, And large wallis for thame seik thou sall, Quhilk at the last thi self sall beld vp hie, Eftir lang wandryng and errour our the see. Thus said Hectour, and schew furth in his handis5 The dreidfull valis, wymplis, and garlandis Of Vesta, goddes of the erth and fyre, Quhilk in hir tempil eternaly byrnys schyre.

Quhou Eneas the trayson did persave, And quhat debait he maid the town to save.

In seyr placis throu the cite, wyth this, The murmur rays, ay mair and mair, I wys,10 And clerar wolx the rumour and the dyne: So that, suppos Anchysis my faderis In With treys abowt stude secrete by the way, So bustuus grew the noys and furyus fray, And ratlyng of thar armour on the streit,15 Affrayit, I glystnyt of sleip, and start on feit; Syne to the hows hed ascendis onone, With eris prest stude thar als stil as stone. A sownd or swowch I hard thar at the last, Lyke quhen the fyre, be fellon wyndis blast,20 Is drevyn amyd the flat of cornys rank; Or quhen the burn on spait hurlys down the bank, Owder throu a watir brek, or spait of flude, Ryvand vp rede erd, as it war wod, Down dyngand cornys, all the pleuch laubour atanys, And dryvis on swyftly stokkis, treis and stanys: The sylly hyrd, seand this grysly syght,5 Set on a pynnakill of sum cragis hycht, Al abasit, nocht knawand quhat this may meyn, Wondris of the sovnd and ferly at he has seyn. Rychtso I than, by cleyr takynnys enew, Manifestly al the Grekis falshed knew;10 Thair hyd dissait wolx patent than to ws. The nobil lugyng of worthy Deyphobus Was fal to grond, the fyre vpspred onone; The nixt hows byrnys of Vcalegon: The large seys and costis Sygean,15 Throu lycht of flambis and brycht fyris, schane. Vpsprang the cry of men and trumpys blist: As out of mynd, myne armour on I thryst, Thocht be na rayson: persave I mycht, but fail, Quhat than the fors of armys couth avail;20 Ȝit, hand for hand, to thryng out throw the pres With my feris, and rynnyng or we ces To the castel, our hartis brynt for desyre; The fury cachit our myndis hait as fyre, So that we thocht maist semly in a feld25 To de feghtand, enarmyt vnder scheld. Bot lo! Panthus, slippit the Grekis speris, Panthus Othriades son, that, mony ȝheris, Was of the strenth, and Phebus tempill preste, Into his armys, lappit to his breist,30 The haly rellykkis of the sanctuary, And eik our venquist goddis, by and by With hym beryng, and, in his hand alsso, Harlyng hym efter his litil nevo, Cummys lyke a wodman til our ȝet rynnyng.5 How now, Panthus, quhat tythingis do ȝe bryng? In quhat estait is sanctuary and haly geir? To quhilk other fortres sall we speir? Skars said I this, quhen, gowlyng petuusly, With thir wordis he answerd me in hy:10 The lattir day is cummyn of Dardanus end, The fatale tyme quham na walyng may mend; We war Troianys; vmquhile was Ilion; The schynand glory of Phrygianys now is gone: Fers Jupiter to Grece all has translait;15 Our al the cite, kyndillit in flambis hait, The Grekis now ar lordis but ony fors. Within the wallis, ȝone mekil standand hors Ȝettis furth armyt men; and now Synon Is victour haill, kyndilland eueron20 The new fyris glaidly, as it war sport. At athir ȝet beyn ruschit in sik a sort, Sa mony thousandis come neuer from Myce nor Arge; Sum cumpanyis, with speris, lance and targe, Walkis wachand in rewis and narow stretis;25 Arrayit batalis, with drawyn swerdis at gletis, Standis reddy forto styk, gor and sla: Skarsly the wachis of the portis twa Begouth defens and melle as thai mycht, Quhen blyndlyngis in the batail fey tha fyght.30 Throu thir wordis of Panthus, and goddis heste, Amyd the flambis and armour in I preste; Ruschand thidder quhar sorofull Erynnys, The noys and brute me drew, and quhar, I wys, The clamour hard I rys vp to the ayr.5 And of our fallowis to me come twa pair: Repheus fyrst, be the lycht of the moyn, Valiant in armys Ephitus followit soyn; Hypanys syne, and eik Dymas in hy, Fast to our syde adionyt by and by;10 Mygdoneus son alsso, Chorebus ȝyng, Quhilk in tha days, for fey luf hait byrnyng Of Cassandra, to Troy was cummyn that ȝeir, To help Priam and Troianys in the weir; Onhappy he was, wald not beleif fermly15 Hys sayd spowsis command and prophecy! Quhen I thame saw this wys adionyt to me, And wilful forto stryke in the melle, Thus I begouth thame forthirmar to steir: O ȝe maist forsy ȝong men that beyn heir,20 Wyth brestis strang, and sa bald curage hie, Invayn ȝe pres to succur this cite Quhilk byrnys al in fyre and flambys rede; The goddis al ar fled out of this stede, Throu quhais mycht stude our empyre mony day:25 Now all thar templis and altaris waist leif thai. Bot gif ȝour desyre be sa fermly prest To follow me dar tak the vtyrmest, Quhat fortune is betyd, al thingis ȝe se; Thar is na mair; lat ws togidder de,30 And in amyd our ennemyis army schute. To venquist folkis is a comfort and bute Nane hope of help to beleif, or reskew. Swa, with thir wordis, the ȝong menis curage grew, That in the dyrk lyke ravenus wolffis, on rawis,5 Quham the blynd fury of thar empty mawis Dryvis furth of thar den to seik thar pray, Thar litil quhelpis left with dry throtis quhil day; So, throw the wapynnys and our fays went we, Apon the ded ondowtit, and wald nocht fle.10 Amyd the cite we held the master streit, The dyrk nycht hyd ws with cloys schaddowis meit.

The woful end, per ordour, heir, allace! Followys of Troy, and gestis of Eneas.

Quha sal the harmys of that woful nycht Expreme? or quha with tong to tell hes mycht Sa feil ded corsis as thar lyis slane?15 Or, thocht in cace thai weip quhil teris rayn, Equaly may bewail tha sorowis all? The ancyant, worthy cite down is fall, That mony ȝeris held hie senȝeory: Stekit in stretis heir and thar thai ly,20 Feil corsis ded of mony onweldy wyght, Dung down in howsis, fey thai fal all nycht. In sanctuarys and templis of goddis eik; Na quhar mercy nor succur mycht thai seik. And not only of Troianys, throu owt the town, The blude is sched, thus marthyrit and slane down, Bot sum tyme eik to thame, ourcummyn and schent,5 Agane returnys in brestis hardyment, So that sum Grekis victoris war smyte ded. Cruel womenting occupyit euery steid; Our alquhar dreid, our alquhar wo and cayr, And of the deth feil gastly schaddowis thair.10 Bot first enconteris ws Androgeus, With a gret cumpany of the Gregyus, Onwarly wenyng his fallowis we hadbe; In haymly wordis to ws thus carpis he: Haist ȝou, matis, quhat slewth tareit ȝou thus lait?15 Our other feris rubbis, tursyng away, fut hait, The spreith of Troy, quhilk now is brynt to gledis, And ȝe, fyrst from ȝour schippis now ȝou spedis. Thus said he, quhen that, suddanly and onone, He felt hym self happynnyt amyd his foyn,20 For we hym gave answer not traist enewch. Estonyt with the word, abak he drewch: As quha onwar tred on a rowch serpent Lyggyng in the bus, and for feir bakwart sprent, Seand hir, reddy to stang and to infek,25 Set vp hir vennamus ȝallo boldyn nek; On the sammyn wys, Androgeus, of our syght Gretly effrayt, fled in al his mycht. On thame we schot, and in thar myd rowt duschit, Hewit, hakkit, smate down, and al to fruschit30 Tha fey Gregionys, on ilk syde heir and thair, With dreid ourset, and wist not quhar thai war. The first lawbour thus lukkit weil with ws. Joyus in hart of this chance Chorebus, O ȝe feris, hald furth this way, quod he,5 Quhar forton first has schawyn ws sik supple; Hald thidder quhar our manhed has ws taucht; Now lat ws change scheildis, sen we beyn sawcht, Grekis ensenȝeis do we cowntyrfeit; Quhidder by slycht, or strenth of armys gret,10 A man ourcum his ennemy, quha rakkis? Thai sal ws rendir thir harnes of thar bakkis. And sayand thus, Androgeus cristit helm He hynt in hy, and our his hed gan quhelm; His schynand scheild with his bawgy tuk he,15 And hang a Gregioun swerd down by his the. Syklyke dyd Rypheus, my self eik, and Dymas, And all the other ȝong men at thar was; Ful glaidly in that recent spulȝe warm Belyfe ilk man dyd thame self enarm.20 Amang the Grekis mydlit than went we, Not with our awyn takyn nor deite; Mony debatis and onsettis haue we done, And, throu the silens of the nycht, ondone Feil of the Grekis, and send to hell adown.25 Ane other menȝe fled fast out of town To thar schippis, and tha traist costis nyce; Sum part alsso, for schaymfull cowartyce, Clam vp agane in the gret horssis maw, And hyd thame in that belly weilbeknaw.30 Allace! onleifull is ony man to weyn, Contrar the plesour of goddis, ocht may sustene. Lo! Priamus dochtir, the virgyne Cassandra, Was, from the tempill and sete of Mynerva, Drawyn forsabilly bairhed, with hayr down schake,5 Reuthfully invane behaldand hevyn, alake! With glotnyt eyn; for baith hir tendir handis War strenȝeit sayr, ybondyn hard with bandis. This dolorus syght Chorebus mycht nocht se, Bot ruschit with furyus mynd in the melle,10 Reddy to de, and we all followit fast, Amang glavys and armour in we thrast. Heir war we fyrst to fruschit and hard byset, With dartis and with stanys all to bet By owr awyn feris from the templis hycht;15 A miserabil slauchtir thar begouth that nycht. The portratour of armys was mysknaw, All war bot Grekis tymbrellis at thai saw. Als quhat for walyng of irus wordis fell Agane reskewit said by the damycell,20 Grekis flokkis togidder heir and thar, And ombesettis cruelly and sayr; The fellon Aiax, and athir Atrides, And al the rowtis clepit Dolopes. Lyke as, sum tyme, the fers wyndis ȝe se,25 Ȝepherus, Nothus, and Eurus, all thre Contrarius blaw thar bustuus bubbys with byr, The woddis rerdis, bath ayk, elm, and fyr Ourturnys to grond, and Nereus the fomy From the sey grond wod wraith is cachit in hy:30 On siklyke wys the Grekis ws invadit. For than thai alls that fled war and evadit, Throu the dyrk nycht, quhen sum thar feris slew we. And thame had chasit throw owt all the cite, Thai war the first come now to do ws deir;5 Our fenȝeit scheildis, wapynys, and other geir Ful weil thai knew, and, by our vocis eik, Thai notyfy that nane of ws was Greik. By multitude and nowmyr apon ws set All ȝeid to wraik, thar war we hail doune bet;10 And first of all, down smyte is Chorebus By the rycht hand of Greik Peneleus, Befor the altare of armipotent Pallas: Rypheus down fell, ane the maist just man was, Amang Troianys best kepand equite;15 Bot other ways the goddis thocht suldbe: Hypanys eik, and Dymas than alssua War by thar fallowis throw gyrd bath twa: Nor ȝit the, Panthus, quhen that thou fell down, Thy gret pety, and godly religioun,20 Nor habyt of Apollo hyd from skayth. O ȝe cald assys of Troy, and flawmys baith, And extreme end of cuntre folkis, heir I Drawis ȝow to witnes, and doys testify, Quhen that ȝe fell to grund thus and war slane,25 I nowder sparit wapynnys, strenth, nor pane, Nor nane onset eschewit of Grekis mycht; And gif fatis wald I had fallyn in fyght, Thar with my handis wrocht I worth my ded. Bot with the pres we war relit of that sted:30 Only with me Hyphitus and Pelyas; For age Hyphitus waik and febill was, And Pelyas slawly mycht onethis go, By Vlixes for he was woundit so.

Quhou to the Kyngis palyce sped Ene, That syne was take, thar helpit na suple.

Onone onto the palyce of Priamus5 The schowtis and the cryis callys ws. Thar was ane hydwys batale forto seyn, As thar nane other bargane ayr had beyn, Lyke as nane slane war throu all the cite, Sa wod ondantit melle thar we se:10 The Grekis ruschand to the thak on hyght, So thik thai thrang about the portis all nycht, That lyke a wall thai ombeset the ȝettis; Vp to the syd wallys mony leddyr sett is, Quharon thai preys fast our the rufe to speill,15 Coverit with scheildis agane the dartis feill Thar left hand heich abuf thar hed gan hald, And oft with rycht handis grypp the battalyng wald. Troianys agane, schaping defens to mak, Rent turettis doune, and of hows hedis the thak;20 Quhen all wes lost thai se, at lattyr end, With sik wapynnys thai schupe thame to defend; The gilt sperris, and gestis gold begane Down on thame slyng thai, and mony costly stane, The prowd and ryall werkis of faderis ald. And other sum, law down within that hald, With drawyn swerdis stude reddy to kepe the ȝet;5 In a thik rowt tharat was mony set. Our spretis war restoryt, and curage grew The kyngis palyce to succur, and reskew The men tharin with all help and supple, To strenthing thame war venquyst neyr, we se.10 A small wykket thar was, or entre dern, A litil ȝet clepit a postern, On the bak half Priamus palyce almaist, Amang byggynnys stude desolate and waist; Quharat was wont alane Andromocha15 To entir oft to Priam and Hecuba, And Astyanax, hir ȝong son, with hir bring Onto his grandsyre Priamus the kyng. Tharat I enterit, and to the wallys hyght Vpwent, quhar wrachit Troianys, as thai mycht,20 Threw down dartis, thocht all was bot in waist. We start ontil a hie turate in haist, The top vpstrekand to the starnys hie, Quharon we wont war al Troy forto se, The Grekis schippis, and thar tentis eik.25 With instrumentis of irne we pyke, and seik Round al about quhar the jonyngis war worn, Reddy to fall, and corbalys al to torn; We holk and mynd the corneris for the nanys, Quhil down belive we tumbil it al atanys;30 A fellon rusch it maid, and sownd with all, And large on breid our Grekis rowtis dyd fall; Bot sone ane other sort start in thar stedis: Nowder stanys, nor quarellis with scharp hedis, Nor na kynd of wapynnys war sparit than.5 And first of al, befor the porch inran Hard to the entre, in schynyng plait and mail, Pyrrus, with wapynnys fersly to assaill: Lyke to the edder, with schrewit herbis fed, Cummyn furth to lycht, and on the grond lyis spred,10 Quham wynter lang hyd vnder the cald erd; Now slippit hir slowch with schynand skyn new brerd, Hir slydry body in hankis rownd al run, Heich vp hir nek strekand forgane the son, With forkit tong intyll hir mouth quytterand.15 To the assalt with Pyrrus come at hand Periphas, and Automedon his squyer Was wont to govarn Achilles cart in weir, And al the sensabill men of Scyrrya Bownys our the wallis and howsis hedis alswa,20 And fyre blesis abuf the rufe garris fle. Bot first of al, ane stalwart ax hynt he, The stern Pyrrus, to hew and brek the ȝet, And furth of har the stapillis has he bet, And bandis all of bras yforgyt weill:25 Be that in twa the master bar ilk deill Is al tofruschit; syne the hard burdis he hakkis, And throu the ȝet are large wyndo makkis, By the quhilk slop the place within apperis, The wyde hallys wolx patent al infeiris30 Of Priamus and ancyant kyngis of Troy; Secret throwgangis ar schawyn wont to be quoy; Armyt men se thai stand at the first port. Bot than throw owt the inner palyce, at schort, With duylful scryke and walyng al is confoundit;5 The holl howsis ȝowlit and resowndit For womentyng of ladeis and wemen; The clamour vpstrak to the starnys then. The woful moderis ran frayit on athir syde Ful lamentabill throw out the chawmeris wyde,10 Brasand the postis in armys, and durris cald, And feil sys with mowthis kys thame wald. Instantly Pyrrus assailȝeis with al his mycht, By naturale strenth of his fader the wight, That nowder closeris, nor barryt ȝettis stowt,15 Nor ȝit the keparis may hald thame langar owt. Oft wyth the ram the port is schaik and duschit, Down bet ȝet chekis, and bandis al tofruschit; The way is maid by fors, and entre brokkyn; Grekis insprent, the formaste haue thai stokyn20 And slane with swordis; the large hald heir and thar Was fyllit full of Grekis our alquhar. Not sa fersly the fomy ryver or flude Brekkis our the bankis, on spait quhen it is wode, And, with hys brusch and fard of watir brown,25 The dykis and the schoris bettis doun, Ourspredand croftis and flattis with his spait, Our al the feildis that thai may row a bayt, Quhil howsys and the flokkis flyttis away, The corn grangis, and standand stakkis of hay.30 I saw my self thair Neoptolemus Mak fellon slauchtir, wod and furyus, And athir brodir of Atrides alswa: Eldmodir to ane hundreth thar saw I Hecuba, And Priamus, at the altar quhar he stude,5 All our bysprent and sperklyt ful of blude Of sacryfice, quhamto he bet the fyre. Fyfty chawmeris held that rial syre, Quhar warryn his gude dochteris, ladeis ȝyng, Syk fayr beleif is lost of his ofspryng!10 The prowd gestis and durris gilt with gold Of barbary wark, and hungyn mony fold With riches and spulȝe of seyr nationys, Sa far as from the fyre onbet adoune is, The Grekis occupyis haly; al is tharis;15 Quhat so thame lyst tospil is nane that sparis.

Into this nixt cheptour ȝe may attend Of Priam Kyng of Troy the fatale end.

Peraventur, of Priamus wald ȝe speir Quhou tyd the chance, hys fait gif ȝe lyst heir Quhen he the cite saw takyn and downbet, And of his palyce brokyn euery ȝet,20 Amyd the secret closettis eik hys fays, The auld grayth, al for nocht, to hym tays Hys hawbryk quhilk was lang furth of vsage, Set on his schulderis trymlyng than for age; A sword, but help, about hym beltis he, And ran towart hys fays, reddy to de. Amyd the clos, vnder the hevyn al bayr,5 Stude thar that tyme a mekil fair altare, Neyr quham thar grew a rycht ald lawrer tre, Bowand towart the altare a litill wie, That with his schaddow the goddis did ourheld. Hecuba thydder, with hir childer, for beild10 Ran al invane, and about the altare swarmys, Brasand the godlyke ymage in thar armys, As for the storm dowis flokkis togidder ilkane: Bot quhen scho saw how Priamus has tane His armour, so as thocht he hald beyn ȝyng;15 Quhat fulych thocht, my wrachit spows and kyng, Movis the now syk wapynnys forto weld? Quhidder hastis thou? quod sche; of na sik beld Haue we now mystir, nor syk deffendouris as the, The tyme is nocht ganand tharto we se.20 In cace Hector war present heir, my son, He mycht nocht succour Troy, for it is won: Quharfor, I pray the, syt doune and cum hydder, And lat this altare salue ws al togidder, Or than atanys al heir lat ws de.25 Thus said scho, and, with sik sembland as mycht be, Hym towart hir has brocht, but ony threte, And set the auld doune on the haly sete. Bot lo! Polytes, ane of Priamus sonnys, Quhilk from the slauchter of Pyrrus away run is,30 Throw wapynnys fleyng and his ennemys all, By lang throwgangis and mony voyd hall; Woundit he was, and come to seik reskew; Ardently Pyrrus gan him fast persew, With grondyn lance at hand so neir furthstrekit,5 Almaist the hed hym twichit and arekit. Quhil at the last, quhen he is cummyn, I weyn, Befor his faderis and his moderis eyn, Smate hym down ded in thar sycht, quhar he stude, The gaist he ȝald with habundans of blude.10 Priamus than, thocht he was halfdeill ded, Mycht nocht conteyn his ire nor wordis of fed, Bot cryis furth: For that cruell offens, And owtragyus fuyl hardy violens, Gif thar be piete in the hevin abone15 Quhilk takis heid to this at thou has done, The goddis mot condyngly the forȝeld, Eftir thi desert rendring sik gaynȝeld, Causit me behald myne awyn child slane, allace! And with hys blude fylit the faderis face.20 Bot he, quhamby thou fenys thi self byget, Achil, was not to Priam sa hard set; For he, of rycht and faith eschamyt eik, Quhen that I come hym lawly to beseik, The ded body of Hector rendrit me,25 And me convoyit hame to my cite. Thus sayand, the ald waykly, but fors or dynt, A dart dyd cast, quhilk, with a pyk, gan stynt On his harnes, and in the scheild dyd hyng, But ony harm or other dammagyng.30 Quod Pyrrus, sen always thou saist swa, To Pellyus son, my fader, thou most ga: Beir hym this message, ramembir weil thou tell Him al my warkis and dedis sa cruell; Schaw Neoptolemus is degenerit cleyn.5 Now salt thou de: and with that word, in teyn, The ald trymlyng toward the altare he drew, That in the hait blude of his son, sched new, Fundrit; and Pyrrus grippis hym by the hayr With his left hand, and with the tother al bayr10 Drew furth his schynand swerd, quhilk in his syde Festynnyt, and onto the hyltis dyd he hyde. Of Priamus thus was the finale fait; Fortone heir endit his gloryus estait, Seand Ilion al byrn in fyris brown,15 And Troys wallis fall and tumlyt down; That ryal Prince, vmquhile, our Asya, Apon sa feil pepil and realmys alswa Ryngnyt in welth, now by the cost lyis ded, Bot as a stok, and of hakkit his hed;20 A corps, but lyfe, renown, or other fame, Onknawyn of ony wight quhat was his name.

Quhou Venus gan to Eneas appeir, And of his fader and other materis seyr.

Fyrst than the grysly dreid about me start; Astonyst I wolx, for sone prent in myne hart The ymage of my deir fader, quhen I The kyng his evyneild beheld sa cruelly By deidly wound ȝaldand vp the spreit. On dessolat Crevse, my spows sa sweit, I thocht alsso, and dangeris of my place;5 Of litill Ascaneus sayr I dred the cace. About I blent to behald, heir and thar, Quha of our feris remanyt with me thar. Al war thai fled full wery, left me alane; Sum to the erd loppin from hie towris of stane;10 Sum in the fyre thar irkit bodeis leit fall; Thar was na ma bot I left of thame all: Quhen in the tempil of Vesta the goddas, Lurkand ful law, intil a secrete place, Tyndarus douchter, queyn Helene I espy;15 The fyrys schane sa brycht, as I went by, All thing was patent quhar so euer I went. Scho, dreding les the Troianys wald hir schent, And kast sum way for hir distructioun, Becaus all Troy, for hir, was thus bet doun,20 Sayr punytioun of Grekis dred scho, als Hir husbandis wroth, quham scho left and was fals, And eik the common fatale fury of Troy, Hir self scho hyd tharfor, and held ful koy, Besyde the altare sytting onethis seyn.25 My spreit for ire brynt in propir teyn, And, al in greif, thocht cruel vengeans take, Of my cuntre for this myschews wrake, With byttir panys to wreke our harmys smart; Thocht I, sal scho pas to the realm of Spart30 Hailskarth, and se Mycene hir natyve land, And with triumphe follow hir fyrst husband? Or, lyke a queyn, sal scho wend hame our see? Hir frendis agane and childring sal scho se, Accumpanyit with mony Troiane maid,5 And Phrygiane seruandis in bondage with hir had? Sen now, by hir, with sword lyis Priam ded, And ryal Troy all brynt in flambis red; Of Dardane eik the strandis and the flude Sa oft has bene waterit or bathit in blude.10 Na, na, nocht swa, I wys, that sal scho nocht: And, set it be nocht lovabill nor semly thocht To punys a woman, bot schameful hir to sla, Na victory, bot lak followyng alswa; Ȝit, netheles, I aucht lovit to be15 Vengeans to tak on hir deservis to de. It wil my mynd asswage, forto be wrokyn On hir quham by Troy brynt is and down brokyn, And, forto eik the myscheif of hir ded Til our sorowis, fyllit with assis red.20 Syk thingis I thocht half wod and furyus, As owt of wit my mynd was cachit thus; Quhen that my blissit moder, of sik bewte, Apperit farer than euer I dyd hir se, Schynyng ful cleir for al the dyrk nycht,25 Confessyng hir tobe a goddes brycht; In sik form of quantite and estait As scho is seyn with spretis deificat. Me by the rycht hand hynt scho, and held fast, And with hir rosy lippis thus said at last;30 Son, quha sa gret and furyus cruelte And hie ondantit ire has rasyt in the? Quhy gois thou mad? quhidder is went thus onkynd Our ramembrance, or we forȝet of mynd? Suld thou not first think quhar thou left, but les,5 Thi wery fader, the agit Anchises? Wenys thou, or not, Crevsa ȝit levand be, And Ascanyus thi ȝong son? quham al thre The Grekis armyis walkis rownd about; And, bot my myght rasistit thame, sans dout10 Thai had bene brynt or this in flambis red, And with thar fays swordis smyt to ded. Not the bewte of Helene Laconya, Quham thou hatis, nor Parys, quhilk alswa Is blamyt oft, this ryches has ȝou reft;15 Bot the wroth of the goddis has down beft The city of Troy from top onto the grond. Behald! (for I, within a litil stound, The clowd of dyrknes from thi sycht so cleir, That on ȝour mortell eyn, quhil ȝe beyn heir,20 Lyke to ane watry slowch standis dym about; Thi moderis heist on na wys nedis the dowt, Na hir command refusyng to obey) Quhar thir towris thou seys downfall and swey, And stane fra stane down bet, and reyk vp rys,25 With stew, powder, and duste myxt on this wys, Neptune the fundamentis of thir wallis hie, With his gret mattok havand granys thre, Vndermyndis rownd about the towne, Furth of the grond holkand the barmkyn doun.30 Maist cruel Juno has, or this, alsswa Saysit with the fyrst the port clepit Sceya, And from the schippis the ostis in scho callis, Standing wod wraith enarmyt on the wallis. The hie castellis and strenthis to and fra,5 Behald, now Pallas of Tritonya All occupyis, schynyng in weirlyke weid, Fell Gorgones hed into hir scheild, tak heid. The gret fader Jupiter strenth and mycht Distributis happely to the Grekis in fyght,10 And eik the goddis ire prouokis he Aganys Troianys power in the melle. Fle thou, my son, in haist away thou wend, And of this laubour onprofitabil mak ane end; I salbe with the soverly and ful koy,15 Quhil to thi faderis ȝet I the convoy. Thus sayand, scho hir hyd in the cloys nycht. Than terribil figuris apperis to my sycht Of gret goddis, semand with Troy agrevit; And tho beheld I al the cite myschevit,20 Fayr Ilion all fall in gledis down, And, fra the soyll, gret Troy, Neptunus town, Ourtumlyt to the grond: so as ȝhe se The lauboreris, into the montanys hie, With steil axis byssely hak and hew25 A mekil ayk that mony ȝeir thar grew; The tre branglis bostyng to the fall, With top trymlyng, and branchis schakand all; Quhil finaly it get the lattyr straik, Than, with a rair, down duschis the mekil aik,30 And with his fard brekis down bewis about. Furth of that sted I went, and throu the rowt Of ennemyis and flambis I me sped; The fyre and wapynnys gave me place, and fled. So happely the goddes gydit me,5 Quhil that within the portis and entre Of my faderis lugyng am I cummyn; My fader, than, quham I schupe to haue nummyn, And caryit to the nerrest hillys hycht, And hym tharto solist with al my mycht;10 Bot he reffusys or euer to leif in joy Eftir the rwyne and distructioun of Troy: To suffir exile he said that he ne couth. O ȝe! quod he, in blude and florist ȝouth, That has ȝour strenth ȝit, and ȝour forcy mycht,15 Pas on ȝour way onone, and tak the flycht. Gif goddis lykyt lenth my life langar space, Thai wald haue salwyt to me this litil place. It is eneuch, eneuch, and mair, I weyn, A distructioun of Troy that we haue seyn,20 Remanyng alyve eftyr the cite tane. So, so, hald on, leif this ded body alane; Say the last quething word, adew, to me. I sal my deth purches thus, quod he: Quhen our ennemys seys me enarmyt stand,25 Sum sal haue reuth, and sla me with his brand, To get my spulȝe; quhat of the body na cure; The corps is sone warpit in sepulture. Hatit of the goddis, to all nedis onhabill, Thir mony ȝeris I left inprofitabill,30 Ay sen the fader of goddis and kyng of men With thunderis blast me smate, as that ȝe ken, And with his fyry levin me omberauch, That we intill our langage clepe fyreflauch. Rehersyng this, fermly he dyd remane5 At his first purpos fixt, and we agane Furthȝetting teris, and our spows Crevsa, Ascanyus ȝyng, and al our menȝe alswa Besowth my fader to salue his wery banys, And not be wilful to perys all atanys,10 And to escheif the chance as it was went: Plat he reffusys, anherdyng to his entent, The fyrst sentence haldyng euer ane. To start to harnes I am compeld agane, And, as maste wrachit and miserabil catyve,15 Ded I desyrit, and irkyt of my lyve; For by na wysdome, nor chance, persave I mycht We couth eschape, nor ȝit by fors in fyght. O deir fader, quhat wenys thou for ded, A fut, quod I, me to steir of this sted,20 And leif the heir? O God! quha euer couth Sik cryme to me be said of faderis mouth! Bot gif it lykis to the goddis hie Na thing be left of sa fayr a cite, Or gyf thou hest in mynd decretit eik,25 And weil lykis thi self and thine to eik Onto the rewyne of Troy, and tobe schent, Ded at our dur is reddy and patent. From mekil blude schedding of Priamus Hiddir, belyfe, sal cum cruell Pyrrus,30 Quhilk brytnys the son befor the faderis face, And gorris the fader at the altare but grace. Is this the way, my haly moder, at thou Suld kepe me, fays and fyris passand throu, That I behald, within my chawmyr secrete,5 Myne ennemys, and se Ascanyus swete, My deir fader, and Crevsa my wyfe, Athir in otheris hait blude leys thar lyfe? Harnes, seruandis, harnes bryng hydder sone: The lattyr end, thus venquyst and ondone,10 Callys ws agane to batale and assay; Adone, cum on, this is our lattir day. Rendir me to the Grekis, or suffir me The bargane agane begun at I may se; This day onwrokyn we sal neuer all be slane.15 Abowt me than my swerd I belt agane, And schot my left arme in my scheild al meit, Bownyng me furth; quhen lo! abowt my feit My spows lappit fell down into the ȝet, And litill Iulus forgane his fader vpset:20 Gyf thou lyst pas, quod scho, thi self to spill, Harl ws with the in all perrell quhar thou will; Bot gif thou trastis, as expert in thi dedis, Ony help by fors of armys, than the nedis First to defend and kepe this hows, quod scho,25 Quharin thi ȝong son and thi fader beyn, lo! And I vmquhile that salbe clepit thi spows; Quham to sall we be left in this waist hows?

Quhou Eneas hys fader bayr away, And how he lost Crevsa by the way.

Wyth skyrlys and with scrykis thus scho beris, Fillyng the hows with murnyng and salt teris; Quhen suddanly, a wonder thing to tell, A feirful takyn betyd of gret mervell. For lo! the top of litill Ascanyus hed,5 Amang the duylfull armys wil of red Of his parentis, from the sched of his crown, Schane al of lycht onto the grond adown. The leym of fyre and flambe, but ony skath, In his haris, about his halffettis baith,10 Kyndyllis vp brycht, and we than, al in weir, Abasit, trymlyng for the dreidfull feir, The blesand haris bet furth at brynt sa schyre, And schupe with watir to sloyk the haly fyre. Bot Anchises, my fader, blyth and glaid15 Lyft eyn and handis to hevyn, and thus gatis said; O thou almychty Jupiter, quod he, With ony prayeris inclynyt gif thou may be, Tak heid to ws, and gif we haue deseruyt, For our piete and rewth, tobe conseruyt,20 Haly fader, send ws thi help als ȝoir, And conferm al thir takynnys seyn befor. Scarsly the auld thir wordis had warpit owt, Quhen sone the ayr begouth to rumbill and rowt On our left hand, towart the north ful rycht, And from the hevin fell, in the dyrk nycht, A fayr brycht starn, rynnand with bemys cleir, Quhilk on the top of our lugyng, but weir, First saw we lycht, syne schynyng went awa5 And hyd it in the forest of Ida, Markand the way quhidder at we suld spur; Thar followis a streym of fyre, or a lang fur, Castand gret lycht about quhar that it schane, Quhil al enveron rekit lyke bryntstane.10 With that, my fader venquyst start on fute, And to the goddis carpis tobe our bute, The haly starn adornyt he rycht thar: Now, now, quod he, I tary na langar; I follow, and quhidder ȝe gyde me sal I wend.15 O natyve goddis, ȝour awyn kynrent defend, Salwe ȝour nevo; ȝouris is this oracle, In ȝour protectioun is Troy, for this myracle I wil obey, and grantis onto ȝour will: My deir son, quhidder euer thou wend will,20 I sal na mair reffus tobe thi feyr. Thus sayd he, and be than, thar and heir, Throw out the wallis the rerd of fyris grew Ay mair and mair, and the heit nerrar drew. Have done, quod I, fader, clym vp anone,25 And set the evyn abuf my nek bone; Apon my schuldris I sal the beir, but weyr, Nor this lawbour sal do to me na deir: Quhat euer betyde, a weilfair and a skaith Salbe common and equale to ws baith.30 Lytil Iulus salbeir me cumpany; My spows on dreich eftyr our trays sal hy. And ȝe, my seruandis, tak held quhat I say; As ȝe pas furth of the cite this ilk way, Thar is a mote, quhar ane ald tempil, but les,5 Now standis desert of the goddes Ceres, Besyde quham growis a sypir tre full auld, With forfaderis, feil ȝeris, in wirschip hald; In that place lat ws meit on athir syde. Fader, sen that we may na langar byde,10 Tak vp tha haly rellykis in thi hand, And our penates or goddis of this land: It war onleifful and wykkitnes to me From sa gret slauchter, blude schedding, and melle Newly departit, to twich thame, for the blude,15 Quhil I be weschyn into sum rynnand flude. And sayng thus, I spred my schulderis brayd, Syne our my nek, abuf the wedis, laid A ȝallow skyn was of a fers lyoun, And tharapon gart set my fader down;20 Lytil Iulus grippis me by the hand, With onmeit pays his fader fast followand; Neir at our bak Crevse, my spows, ensewys: We pas by secret wentis and quyet rewys. And me, quham laitly na wapyn, nor dartis kast,25 Nor pres of Grekis rowtis maid agast, Ilke swouch of wynd, and euery quhispir now, And alkyn sterage affrayt, and causyt grow, Baith for my byrdyng and my litil mait. Quhen we war cummyn almaist to the ȝet,30 And al danger we thocht eschapit neyr, A fellon dyn, belyve, of feit we heir: My fader than lukand furth throw the sky, Cryis on me fast, fle son, fle son in hy! Thai cum at hand; behynd me I gat a sycht5 Of lemand armour and schynand scheildis brycht, Thar knaw I nocht quhat fremmyt god onkynd So me astonyst, and rest fra me my mynd: For throu the secrete stretis fast I ran Befor the laif, as weil bekend man;10 Allace to me, catyve! I wait neuer quhydder My spows Crevse remanyt or we come thydder, Or by sum fait of goddis was reft away, Or gif scho errit, or irkit by the way; For nevir syne with eyn saw I hyr eft,15 Nor neuer abak, fra scho was lost or reft, Blent I agane, nor perfyte mynd has nummyn, Quhil to the mote of Ceres war we cummyn. And fynaly, quhen we beyn gadderit thidder, Fast by the haly tempil al togidder,20 Scho was away, and betrumpit suythly Hyr spows, hir son, and all the cumpany. Than wod for wo, so was I quyte myscaryit That nowder god nor man I left onwaryit: For quhat mair hard myschance, quhen Troy down fell,25 Apperit to me as that, or sa cruell? Ascanyus tho, and my fader Anchises, And eik our Troiane goddis penates, Onto my feris betauch I, for to keip, And hyd thame darn within a valy deip.30 To town agane I sped with al my mycht, Claspit ful meit into fyne armour brycht, Wilful al aventuris newlyngis to assay, And forto sers Troy, euery streit, and way, And eik my hed agane in perrell set.5 Bot first the wallis, the darn entre, and ȝet, Quharat we yschit furth, I seik agane, Haldyng bakwart ilk futstep we had gane, Lukand and sersand about me as I myght. The vgsumnes and silens of the nycht10 In euery place my spreit maid sayr agast. Fra thyne ontil our lugyng hame I past, To spy perchance gif scho had thidder returnyt; It was with Grekis beset, and hail ourturnyt, Alhail the hows with thame sa occupyit:15 Belyve the fyre al waistand I espyit Bles with the wynd; our the rufe, heir and thar, The flambe vpsprang and hait low in the ayr.

Quhou Eneas socht hys spows, at the cost, And how to hym apperis hir gret gost.

To Priamus palyce eftyr socht I than, And syne onto the tempil fast I ran:20 Quhar, at the porchis or clostir of Juno, Than al bot waist, thocht it was gyrth, stude tho Phenix and dowr Vlixes, wardanys tway, Forto observe and keip the spreth or pray. Thydder in a hepe was gadderit precyus geir, Riches of Troy, and other jowellis seyr Reft from all partis; and of tempillis brynt5 Of massy gold the veschel war furth hynt From the goddis, and goldyn tabillis all, With precyus vestmentis of spulȝe triumphall: The ȝyng childring, frayt matronys eik, Stude al on raw, with mony petuus screik10 Abowt the tresour quhymperand wondir sayr. And I alsso my self sa bald wolx thair That I durst schaw my voce in the dyrk nycht, And clepe and cry fast throw the stretis on hycht Ful dolorusly, Crevsa! Crevsa!15 Agane, feil sys, invane I callit swa Throu howsys and the cite quhar I ȝoyd, But owder rest or resson, as I war woyd; Quhil that the figur of Crevsa and gost, Of far mair statur than ayr quhen scho was lost,20 Befor me, catyve, hyr sekand, apperit thar. Abasyt I wolx, and widdyrsyns start my hayr; Speke mycht I not, the voce in my hals swa stak. Than scho, belyfe, on this wys to me spak, With sik wordis my thochtis to asswage:25 O my sweit spows, into sa furyus rage Quhat helpis thus thi selwyn to torment? This chance is not, but goddis willis went; Nor it is nocht leifful thing, quod sche, Fra hyne Crevse thou turs away with the,30 Nor the hie governour of the hevin abufe is Wil suffir it so tobe; bot the behuffis From hens to wend ful far into exile, And our the braid sey sail furth mony a myle, Or thou cum to the land Hesperya,5 Quhar, wyth soft cowrs, Tybris of Lydya Rynnys throu the rych feldis of pepil stowt: Thar is gret substans ordanyt the, but dowt, Thar salt thou have a realm, thar salt thou ryng, And wed to spows the douchtir of a kyng.10 Thy wepyng and thi teris do away, Quhilk thou makis for thi luffyt Crevsay; For I, the neyce of mychty Dardanus, And gude douchtyr onto the blyssit Venus, Of Myrmydonys the realm sal nevir behald,15 Nor ȝit the land of Dolopeis so bald, Nor go to serve na matron Gregion; Bot the gret modir of the goddis ilkan In thir cuntreis withhaldis me for evyr. Adew, fayr weil, for ay we mon dissevir!20 Thou be gude frend, lufe weil, and keip fra skath Our a ȝong son is common til ws baith. Quhen this was spokkyn, fra me away scho glaid, Left me wepyng and feil wordis wald have said; For sche sa lychtly vanysyt in the ayr,25 That with myne armys thrys I presyt thar About the hals hir fortil haue belappit, And thrys, al waist, my handis togidder clappit: The figur fled as lycht wynd, or the son beym, Or maist lykly a waverand swevyn or dreym.30 Thus finaly, the nycht al passit and gane, Onto my falloschip I return agane, Quhar that I fand assemlyt, al newly, So huge a rowt of our folkis that I Wondryt the nowmyr; thai sa mony weir5 Of men and women gadderit al infeir, And ȝong pepil to pas in exile abill, And of commonys a sort sa miserabill, Fra euery part that flokkyng fast about, Baith with gude wil and thar moblis, but dout,10 Reddy to wend in quhat cost or cuntre That evir me list to cary thame our see. Wyth this the day starn, Lucifer the brycht, Abuf the top of Ida rays on hycht, Gydand the day hard at his bak followyng;15 The Grekis than we se in the mornyng Stand forto kepe the entreis of the portis: And thus, quhen na hope of reskew, at schort, is, My purpos I left, obeyand destanye, And careit my fader to Ida hyll on hie.20

Hornyt Lady, pail Cynthia, not brycht, Quhilk from thi broder borrowis al thi lycht, Rewlare of passage and ways mony one, Maistres of stremys, and glaidar of the nycht, Schipmen and pilgrymys hallowis thi mycht,5 Lemman to Pan, douchtir of Hyperion, That slepand kyssit the hyrd Endymyon; Thy strange wentis to write God grant me slycht, Twiching the thryd buke of Eneadon. The feirful stremys and costis wondyrfull10 Now most I write, althocht my wyt be dull, Wild aventuris, monstreis and quent effrays; Of onkowth dangeris this nixt buke hail is full: Nyce laborynth, quhar Mynotawr the bull Was kepte, had nevir sa feil cahuttis and ways;15 I dreid men clepe thame fablis now on days; Tharfor wald God I had thar erys to pull Mysknawis the creid, and threpis otheris forvayis. Incays thai bark, I compt it nevir a myte; Quha kan not hald thar peice ar fre to flyte;20 Chide quhil thar hedis ryfe, and hals worth hays: Weyn thai to murdrys me with thar dispyte? Or is it Virgill quham thame list bakbyte? His armour wald thai pers? quhar is the place? He dowtis na dynt of polax, sword, nor mace: Quhat wenys thou, frend, the craw be worthyn quhite,5 Suppos the holkis be all ourgrowyn thi face? Deym as ȝhe lest that kan not demyng weill; And, gentill curtas redaris, of gude ȝeill, I ȝow beseik to gevin aduertens; This text is full of storys euery deill,10 Realmys and landis, quharof I haue na feill Bot as I follow Virgill in sentens; Few knawis all thir costis sa far hens; To pike thame vp perchance ȝour eyn suld reill: Thus aucht thar nane blame me for smal offens.15 By strange channellis, fronteris, and forlandis, Onkouth costis, and mony wilsum strandis Now goith our barge, for nowder howk nor craik May heir bruke sail, for schald bankis and sandis. From Harpyes fell, and blynd Cyclopes handis,20 Be my laid star, virgyne moder, but maik; Thocht storm of temptatioun my schip oft schaik. Fra swelth of Sylla, and dyrk Caribdis bandis, I meyn from hell, salue al go not to wraik.

Quhou Eneas fra Troy has tane hys rays, And Polidorus graf has fund in Trace.

Eftyr that seyn and thocht expedient Was by the goddys to dystroy and schent Of Asya the empyre, and down to bryng, But offens, Priamus pepil and ofspryng, And prowd Ilion was brokyn and bet down,5 And from the soyl al Troy, Neptunus town, Ybrynt in smoke of flambis and in reik; Syndry landis and cuntreis forto seik, And wend exile in diuers nationys, Of the goddis by reuelacionys,10 We war admonyst feil syth, as is said. Schippis we graith, and navy reddy maid, Betwix Anthandros and the mont of Ida, Oncertane quhidder the fatis wald we suld ga, Or quhar we suld remane ȝit fynaly;15 Our men togidder gadderit we in hy. And skant begunnyn was the fresch veir, Quhen that Anchises, myne awyn fader deir, Bad ws mak sail and follow destany. Than, weping sayr, my native cost left I, The havynnys, and the feildis dissolait5 Quhar Troys ryall cite stude of lait: Furth sail I banyst throw the deip see, With my ȝong son Ascanyus and our menȝe, And with our frendly goddis, Penates hait, And eik our gret Goddis of mair estait.10 Thar lyis a weirly cuntre weil far thens, With large feildis lauborit ful of fens; Of Trace the pepill ar thar inhabityng, Quhar that vmquhile strang Lycurgus was kyng: Ane ancyant and ane tendir herbry place15 To Troianys, quhil we stude in fortonys grace, Our pepil togidder confederate and aly. By schip thiddir, our sey, careit was I, Quhar, at the bayand costis syde of the see, Begouth I first set wallis of a cite,20 Althocht my foundment was mysfortunat: The towne I nemmyt efter myne estait, And fra my name it clepit Eneadas. Onto my moder, of Dyona douchter was, Sacrifice I maid, and to the goddis all25 Quham for new warkis men happy helparis call; And to the kyng of hevinly wightis, that tyde, A quhite bull slew I by the costis syde. On cace, thar stude a litil mote neir by, Quhar hepthorn buskis on the top grew hie,30 And evin saplynnys of myrthus, the tre funerale. Thiddir I went, greyn bewis doune to haill, Hard by the grond myne altare forto dycht With burgyonys and with branchis al at rycht: A grysly takyn, feirful to tell, I se.5 As from the soyll vprent was the first tre By the rutys, the blak droppis of blude Distillit tharfra, that al the erth quhar it stude Was spottit of the fylth, and stenyt, allaik! The cald dreid maid all my membris quaik,10 And for effeir my blude togidder fresyt. Ane other smal twyst of a tre I chesit Forto brek down, the causys to assay Of this mater, that war onknawyn alway; And ȝit the blude followit on the sam maneir15 Furth of the bark of that other, but weir. Than in my mynd of mony thingis I musyt, And to the goddessis of wildyrnes, as is vsyt, Quhilk Hamadriades hait, I wirschip maid; Onto Gradyus fader, that ryngnys glaid20 Our all the land of Getya and Tars, Quhilk clepit is the god of armys, Mars; Besekyng this avisioun worth happy, And the oracle prosperite suld signyfy. Bot efter that the thryd syoun of treys,25 Apon the sandis syttand on my kneys, I schupe to haue vprevyn with mair pres, (Quhidder sal I spek now, or hald my pes?) Furth of the graif a duylful murnyng law I hard, and to myne eris come this saw:30 Ene, quhy rentis thou a wrechit creatur? Haue reuth of hym now laid in sepultur, And forto fyle thi deuote handis spair: Of Troy I born am, to the na strangar: This blude droppis nocht from that stok in thi hand.5 Fle sone, allace! furth of this cursyt land: Fle from this avarus kyngis cost in hy; For lo! thus, Polidorus heir I ly, Througyrd with dartis, and thyk steil hedis schote, Apon sik wys ourheildit on this mote;10 The scharp lancis growis greyn and spredis owt. Than wist I not quhat I suld do for dowt, The feir affrayit my mynd estonyst als, Vpstart my hayr, the word stak in my hals. With a gret sold of gold fey Priamus15 Secretly vmquhile send this Polidorus, Quhilk was his son, to Polynestor kyng Of Trace, to kepe and haue in nurysyng, Quhen first of Troiane defens begouth he dowt, And saw the town besegyt all abowt.20 Bot this ilk kyng of Trace, seand how Troy Lossyt his myghtis be forton turnyt from joy, The party chesis of Agamenon, Anherdand to the victorius syde onone; Al faith and frendschip brak he than in hy,25 And Polydorus slane hes cruelly, And thus, be fors, the tresour he doith withhold. O cursyt hungyr of this wrachit gold! Quhat wikkytnes or myscheif may be do At thou constrenys not mortale myndis tharto?30 Eftir this effray was fra my banys went, Of the goddis thir feirfull wordis quent Onto the noblis and grettast of our men, And to my fader fyrst, rehers I then, And, quhat thar purpos was, eik I inquir.5 Thai war al of a will and a desyr, To pas furth of this wareit realm of Trace, And for to leif that pollut herbry place, And set our navy to the wynd, but weir. Tharfor, to Polidorus vp a beyr10 We erekkit, and of erd a gret fluyr Kest in a hepe abuf his sepultur: Syne, in ramembrance of the sawlis went, The dolorus altaris fast by war vpstent, Crownyt with garlandis al of haw sey hewis,15 And with the blaiknyt cypres dedly bewis. The Troiane wemen stude with hayr down schaik, About the beir weping with mony allake! And on we kest of warm mylk mony a skul, And of the blude of sacrifyce cowpis full:20 The sawle we bery in sepultur on this wys, The lattir hailsyng syne lowd schowtit thrys, Rowpand atanys, adew! quhen al is done, Ilkane per ordour, the mon we follow sone.

Quhou Eneas socht answer at Apollyne, And quhou he to the land of Crete is salyt syne.

Syne, quhen we se our tyme to sail maist habill, The blastis mesit, and the fludis stabill, The softe piping wynd callyng to see, Thar schippis than furth settis our menȝe: Ȝe mycht haue sene the costis and the strandis5 Fillit with portage and pepil tharon standis. Furth of the havin we salit al onone; The sicht of land and cite sone is gone. Amyd the sey yclepit Egeos Ane haly iland lyis, that hait Delos,10 Beluffit of Neptune, and the moder alswa Of the Nereydes, clepit Doryda; Quham the cheritabil archer, Appollo, Quhen it flet rollyng from costis to and fro, Saisit and band betwix other ilis twa,15 Quhilk clepit ar Mycone and Gyara, Stablisyng so that it mycht lauborit be, And comptis nowthir the wynd nor storm of see. Thidder ar we careit, and, in that plesand land, A sovir havyn ressavit ws at hand.20 Al wery beyn we yschit furth of schip The cite of Apollo to wirschip: The kyng tharof, yclepit Anyvs, Prince of the men, and preste eik to Phebus, With bendis baith and haly lawrer crown Set on his hed, met ws withowt the town; His agit frend Anchises knew this kyng. Handis we schuke with hartly welcumyng, And to his palyce al with hym we went,5 Quhar that I wirschip, as wes myne entent, The god Appollo, within his hallowit hald Or tempil beldyt al of stanys ald. O thou, quod I, Appollo Tymbreus, Sum propir dwellyng place thou grant to ws;10 We the beseik that schaw alsso thou wald To ws irkit sum strenth and stalwart hald, And at thou grant ws eik successioun, And for to dwel in a remanand town. Salve ws, lattir wardis of Troy, that we ne spill,15 Levyngis of Grekis and of the fers Achill. Geif ws thine answer quharon we sal depend; Quhidder wilt thou, fader, at we now wend? Quhar sall we set our lugyng to remane? Condiscend in our myndis, and schaw this plane.20 Scars war thir wordis said, quhen that I se Al thingis trymmyl and schaik neir abowt me, The durris and the lawrer tre, but dowt, And al the montane movit rownd about: A murmur or a rumysyng hard we haue25 Within the courtyng and the secret cave; The quyet closettis oppynnyt with a rerd, And, we plat law gruflyngis on the erd, A voce com til our erys, sayand thus; O ȝe dowr pepil discend from Dardanus,30 The ilke grond, fra quham the first stok cam Of ȝour lynnage, with blyth bosum the sam Sal ȝou ressaue thidder returnyng agane: To seik ȝour ald moder mak ȝou bane. Thar sal Eneas lynnage haue senȝeory5 Our al realmys and landis vndir the sky, And thar sonnys, and sonnys sonnys syne, And al that evir succedis of thar lyne. Thus said Phebus; and than, our folkis amang, Mixt with blithnes a fellon dyn vpsprang:10 Quhat place was this, euery ane fast gan frane, Quhidder callis Phebus? byddis he ws turn agane? My fader than, revoluyng in his mynd, The discens of forfaderis of our strynd, Nobillis, quod he, harkis quhat I sal say,15 And leyr at me ȝour weilfair, I ȝou pray. The ile of Crete lyis amyd the see, The native land of Jupiter maist hie; Thar is the first hyll, yclepit Ida, Thar our forbearis first in thar credlys lay;20 The land maist plentevs of wyne, oyl, and quhete, Inhabyt with a hundreth citeis gret, Quharfra thar com, gif I remembir rycht, Our gret forfader Teucrus the wycht, First to the cost of Rethea in Phrygy,25 And for his cite chesit the set fast by: For ȝit than was not Ilion vpbeld, Nor the strang wallis of Troy; bot on the feld Thai dwelt in lugys and mony litil cave. The adornar eik of our realm we haue30 From that land, the moder of goddis Cybele, And blast of brasyn trumpettis, as ȝe se: From thens com eik the wod of Idea, And the traist serymonys of sacrifice alswa: The fasson eik and gys we lernyt thar5 Quhou the lyonys suld draw the ladeis char. Haue done onon, tharfor, and lat ws wend Thidder quhar the goddis oracle haith ws kend. The wynd first lat ws meys, or that we ga, Syne seik the realm of Crete and Gnosia:10 It is not thens lang cowrs nor vyage far; Our navy sall, with help of Jupiter, The thrid morow be at the cost of Crete. This beand said, ganand offerandis ful mete Befor the altaris he slew in sacrifyce;15 A bul first to Neptune, as is the gys, A bull to brycht Appollo for his beheist, And to the god of tempestis a blak beist, And to the chancy wyndis ane mylk quhite. The fame was than, of Crete the cost stude quyte20 Dissolate, but prince; for Idomeneus the kyng Was by the pepil expellit from his ryng, The lugyngis voyd and reddy to thar fays, The sete left waist til ony it vptais. The porte tharwith, Ortygia, leif we,25 And with swift cowrs flaw throu the salt see; By the iland swepit we onon With hillis ful of wynys, hait Naxon, By Donysa quhar growis the marbill greyn, And by Paron with his quhite marbill scheyn,30 By Olearon, and mony ilis, but les, Skatterit in the sey, yclepit Cyclades; We slyde throu fludis endlang feil costis fayr. The noys vpsprang of mony marynar Byssy at thar wark, to takilling euery tow,5 Thar feris exorting, with mony heys and how, To speid thame fast towart the realm of Crete, With thar forfaderis and progenitouris to mete. The followand wynd blew strek in our tail, Quhill finaly arrive we, with bent saill,10 Apon the ancyant cost of Curetanys, A kynd of pepill quhilk into Crete remanys. And sone I me enfors with diligence To byg a wallit cite of defens; Pargamea I namyt it, but baid:15 Our folkis than, that warryn blyth and glaid Of this kowth surname of our new cite, Exort I to graith howsis, and leif in le, And rays on hycht the strenth and fortales. Our schippis, or this, ful weil we gart adres,20 And lay almaist apon the dry sand: The ȝong men fortil laubour thar new land, And in honour of wedlok, as is the gys, Makkis thar offerand and thar sacryfys, And I thar statutis and seyr lawis thame tawcht,25 Assyngnand ilkane propir howsis and aucht. Quhen suddanly a cruel pest and traik, So that cornys and frutis goith to wraik, Throu the corruppit ayr and cowrs of hevyn, A dedly ȝeir, far wers than I kan nevin,30 Fell on our membris with sik infectioun, Was na remeid, cure, nor correctioun; The sweit sawlis lefis the bodeis ded, Or seik thai ly gaspand in euery sted. And forthir eik, Syryvs, the frawart star,5 Quhilk clepit is the syng canicular, So brynt the feildis al was barrand maid; Herbis wolx dry, wallowyng, and gan to faid; The seik grond denyis hys fruyt and fudis. My fader exortis ws turn agane our fludis10 To Delos, and Apolloys answer speir, Besekyng hym of succurs ws to leir, Quhat end ontil our irksum panys he sendis, And be quhat way we mycht assay amendis Of this turbacioun, or quhidder and quhar that he15 Wil at we seik or set our cowrs our see.

Quhou Troiane goddys apperis tyll Enee, And how that he was stormstad on the see.

Cummyn is the nycht, that euery beist on grond Desiris rest by kynd, and slepis sovnd; Quhen that the figuris of our goddis blist, And the Phrigiane Penates, or I wist,20 Quhilkis from amyd the fyris of Troy I brocht Thidder with me, quhar I lay and slepit nocht, Gan to appeir standyng befor myne eyn: With ful gret lycht graithly I haue thame seyn, Quhar as the ful moyn schawing bemys brycht Inthrou the tyrlyst wyndo schane by nycht. Than said thai thus, with wordis to asswage5 My thochtis and my hevy sad curage; That thing, quod thai, quhilk Apollo wald sa And thou war brocht onto Ortygia, Heir he the schawis, and eik, as thou may se, Onrequirit hes send ws hidder to the.10 Quhen Troy was brynt, we followit thi prowes, Vnder thi gward to schip we ws addres, Ourspannand mony swelland seys salt; And to the starnys eik we sal exalt The childryn for tocum of thine ofspryng;15 Thi cite sal we geif empyre to ryng Our al the erth: tharfor to goddis grete Begyn to graith gret wallis and ryal sete; Leif not thi langsum lavbour, bot fle away; This duelling place thou mon change, we the say:20 Delyvs Apollo, certis, as thou thocht, Tocum onto this cost perswadit nocht, Nor chargit neuer in Crete thou suld remane. A land thar is, in Grekis langage plane Hesperya clepit, a bald cuntre in weir,25 A fructuus grond of corn and riches seir, By kyng Onotryvs inhabit first with wyne, Bot in our days laitly, the fame is syne, Eftir thar duke it is namyt Italy: Thar beyn our propir setis and our herbry;30 Tharof com Dardane and his brothir Jasyvs, And from that ilk prince, Schir Dardanus, Is the discens of our genealogy. Get vp onone, tel thi ald fader blythly Thir tythyngis, quhilk beyn trew and certan thing.5 Seik to Coryce, and Italy the ryng; For the feldis in Crete neyr Dycteus Jupiter denyis to granting onto ws. Of this visioun estonyst quhar I lay, And of tha wordis quhilkis the goddis gan say,10 (For this wes nowthir dreym nor fantasy; Thar propir vissage befor me stand knew I, With garlandis and thar cirkillettis on thar hair; Thar figur saw I present to me thair; The cald sweit our al my body ran;)15 Furth of my bed on fute son sprent I than, And, strekand vp my handis towart hevyn, Myne oryson I maid with devote stevyn; A cleyn sacrifyce and offerand maid I syne, Into the fyris ȝettand sens and wyne.20 The serymoneis endit, blyth and glaid To my fader per ordour al I said As ȝe haue hard, quhat nedis tell agane? And of this mater maid hym ful certane. Onone he knew our elderis dowtis ilk deill,25 And of our clan the dowbill stok full weill: He grantis the unkouth errour hym dissavit Of ancyant placis, quhilk he not persavit. Syne said he, son, thou irkit art al gatis By the contrarius frawart Troiane fatis;30 Now I remembir only quhou Cassandra Ful oft maid mensioun of Hesperya, And oft als of the realm hait Italy, Thir materis me declaring by and by. That land now knaw I destinate to our kyn:5 Bot quha wald haue belevit at euer within The realm of Itail Teucrus blude suld cum? Or quha wald than, mair than scho had bene dum, Set by the prophetes wordis Cassandra? Lat ws obey Phebus, and wend awa,10 As we bene monyst, follow our chance, but pleys. Thus said he, and we glaid al hym obeys: A few folkis thar left to kepe the town, This sted alsso leif we, and sail maid bown; In bowit bargis throu the large streym we slyde.15 Quhen sycht of land was tynt on euery syde, Sa that na cost apperis quhilk we mycht se, Bot the schippis haldand the deip see, The hevin abufe, and fludis al abowt; A watry clowd, blak and dyrk, but dowt,20 Gan tho appeir abone our hed ful rycht, And down a tempest sent als myrk as nycht. The streym apperis vgsum of the dym sky; The wyndis weltris the sey continualy, That huge wallis boldynnys apon loft;25 Skatterit widequhar our the fame ful oft War our schippis, and the brythnes of day, Inuolvit al with clowdis, hyd away. The rayn and royk reft from ws sycht of hevin; The brokkyn skyis rappis furth thunderis levin;30 Forswiftit from our richt cowrs, gan we ar Amang the blynd wallis waverand far. For Palynurus him self maist expart, For al his cunnyng of schipman craft and cart, Amyd the sey forȝet the richt way,5 Denyand als that the nycht from the day He mycht discern be sycht of firmament. Apon sik wys oncertanly we went Thre days wilsum throu the mysty streym, And als mony nychtis but starnys leym,10 That quhidder was day or nycht oneith wist we; Bot at the last, on the ferd day we se On far the land appeir, and hillis rys, The smoky vapour vpcasting on thar gys. Down fallis salis, the aris sone we span;15 But mair abaid, the marineris euery man Egirly rollis our the fomy flude, And the haw sey weltis vp as thai war woid. Salve from the wallis at the costis of Strophe With al our navy first arryvit we.20

Quhou till Ene the harpyes dyd gret wo, And of the drery prophete Celeno.

Strophades in Grew leid ar nemmyt so, In the gret sey standing ilis two; The quhilk sey clepit is Ionium; And, in thir ilandis quhidder we ar becum, Dwelt and inhabit the cruel Celeno, With all the otheris harpeys mony mo, Evir sen thai war expeld from the land5 Of Arcad, quhar kyng Phyneus was dwelland, And for dreid at his tabil durst not remane. Mair wikkit monstreis than thai kan be nane, Nor nane mair cruel pestilens is fund, Nor fury of goddis that cummys from hellis grund,10 Furth of the flude of Stix that sory place. Thir fowlis hes a vyrgynys wlt and face, With handis like to bowland byrdis clewis; Bot the vile belleis of thai cursit schrewis Aboundis of fen maist abhomynabill,15 And pail al tyme thar mowthis miserabill For wod hungyr and gredy appetite. At this ilke cost as we arryvit, als tyte, And in the port entrit, lo! we se Flokkis and herdis of oxin and of fe,20 Fat and tydy, rakand our alquhar, And trippis eik of gait, but ony kepar, In the rank gyrs pasturyng on raw; With wapynnys thame we brittyn, but dreid or aw: To goddis syne and Jupiter we pray,25 And thame distribut a party of our pray. Syne eftir, endlang the sey costis bay, Vp sonkis set, and desys dyd array; To meit we sat with habundans of cheir: Quhen suddanly, with horribill dyn and beir,30 From the montanys the harpeis on vs fell, With huge fard of weyngis and mony a ȝell. Our mesis and our mete thai reft away, And with thar laithly twich al thing fyle thai; Thar voce alsso was vgsum fortil heir,5 With sa corruppit flewyr nane mycht byde neir. From that place syne ontil a caif we went, Vndir a hyngand hewch, in a dern went, With treys clos bilappit rownd about, And thik harsk granyt pikis standing owt:10 Thar, vp agane, our tabillis haue we dicht, And on the altaris bet the fyris bricht. Bot, of the hevin agane from syndry artis, Out of quyet hyrnys, the rowt vpstartis Of thai birdis, with byr and mony a bray,15 And in thar crukyt clawis grippis the pray: Evir as thai fle about fra sete to sete, With thar vyle mowthis infek thai al our mete. Quhen I saw this, our feris command I than Tak thar wapynnys, and bargane euery man20 Agane tha cruell pepill, or byrdis fell. As I thame chargit, schortly for to tell, Sone haue thai done; and, vnder the gers, al bair Ful prevaly thar swerdis in thai stair, And darnly eik thar targis al ourheildis;25 So that, quhen the sey costis and the feildis Resoundis at down come of thir harpeys, Mysenus, the wait, on the hie garet seys, And, with his trumpet, thame a takyn maid. Our falloschip thir fowlys gan invayd,30 And onkouth kynd of batail dyd assay, With wapynnys forto bet and dryve away Thir laithly sey byrdis of syk effeir. Bot thar was na dynt mycht thar fedderis scheir, Nor in thar bodeis wound ressave thai nane:5 Bot suddanly, away tha wysk ilkane Furth of our sycht, heich vp in the sky; The pray half etyn behynd thame lat thai ly, With fut stedis vyle and laith to se. Ane, on a rolkis pynnakill perkit hie,10 Celeno clepit, a drery prophetes, Furth of hir breist thir wordis warpis expres: Theyfage lynnage of fals Laomedon, Addres ȝe thus to mak bargane onon? Becaus ȝe have our oxin reft and slane,15 Brytnyt our styrkis and ȝong bestis mony ane, Schaip ȝe, tharfor, harpeys expell and dyng, But ony offens, furth of thar faderis ryng? Ressave for that, and in ȝour brestis enprent My wordis, quhilk I, gretast fury of torment,20 Schawis ȝou; that thing quhilk Jupiter maist hie Schew to Phebus, and brycht Phebus tald me. I knaw ȝe set ȝour cowrs to Italy: Ȝe cal eftir gude wyndis and prospir sky: To Itale sal ȝe wend, and thar tak land.25 Bot first, or wallis of the cite vpstand Quhilk by the goddis is ȝou predestinate, For strang hungir sal ȝe stand in sik state, In wraik of our iniuris and bestis slane, That with ȝour chaftis to gnaw ȝe salbe fane,30 And runge ȝour tabillis al and burdis, quod sche; And sone away in the thik wod gan fle. The suddane dreid so stonyst our feris than, Thar blude congelit and al togiddir ran; Dolf wolx thar spretis, thar hie curage downfell,5 No mair thame lykis assayng sik batell; Bot, with offerandis and eik devot prayer, Thai wald we suld perdoun and pace requer, In cace gif thai war goddessis or fowlis, Vengeabill wightis, or ȝit laithly owlis.10 Bot our fader, hevand vp his handis, The gret goddis dyd call, and on the sandis Hallowis thar mycht with detful reverens: O hie goddis, forbyd syk violens, Stanch this bost and ondo this myscheif,15 Salve petuus folkis, ameys ȝour wrath and greif, Quod he; and tharwith chargit ankyrris haill, Do lows the rabandis, and lat down the saill. The sowth wyndis stentis furth strait our schete: Swiftly we slyde our bullyrand wallys grete,20 And followit furth the sammyn went we have, Quhar so the wynd and sterysman ws drave; Quhil that, amyd the fludis, gan we se The woddy ile Zacynth, with mony tre; Dulichium syne, and Same we aspy,25 And Neritos with his rochis hie; By craggis and hewys of Itachia, That was Laertes realm, we slyde alswa, And fast we wary and cursyt oft, but les, That land quhilk bred the cruel Vlixes.30 Belyve the mysty toppys of mont Lewcas Apperis, quharon Appollois tempil was, That feirful is til euery maryner. Al wery of our vayage thidder we steir, And come onon afor the litil town,5 And of our forschip ankyrris leit we down: Endlang the costis syde our navy raid. And thus at last brocht to land blyth and glaid, Quhar as to have arryvit we not belevit, We clenge ws first, les Jupiter war aggrevit;10 Syne on the altaris kendillit sacrifyce, And, langgis the channel, eftir the Troiane gys, The active gemmys and sportis gart assay. Our falloschip excers palestral play, As thai war wont at hame, with oyll envnte,15 Nakyt wreslyng and struglyng at nyce punte. Joyvs thai war to haue eschapit at hand Sa mony citeis of the Grekis land, And to haue fled til salfte on this wys Throu the myd rowtis of thar ennemys.20

Eneas arryvis at Epyria, And how he spak thar with Andromacha.

Be this the son had circulit his lang ȝer, And frosty wyntir scharpit the watir cleir With cald blastis of the northin art. Quhen sesson come that tyme was to depart, Apon a post in the tempyl I hang A bowand scheild of plait, quhilk Abas strang Bair vmquhile, and, the maner to rehers,5 I notyfy and tytillis with this vers, Eneas hec de Danais victoribus arma; That is to say, Eneas festnyt thus This armour of the Grekis victorius. Syne, to depart of that havyn, I command10 Syt down on hechis, and span aris in hand. Byssely our folkis gan to pyngil and stryve, Swepand the flude with lang rowthys belyve, And vp thai welt the stowr of fomy see; Quhil sone the citeis of Corsyra tyne we,15 And vp we pyke the cost of Epyrus, And landit thar at port Chaonyus: Syne to the hie town of Butrot ascendit; Quhar tythingis, oncredibill to thame not kend it, Come to our erys, schawyng that Helenus,20 The lauchful son of the kyng Priamus, Rang kyng our mony citeis in Greik land, Berand tharof the ceptre and the wand, By resson of his spows adionyt, but les, Be Pyrrus vmquhil son of Achilles;25 And that Andromacha wes wed agane Onto ane other husband and man Troiane. Heirof awondrit, with breist hait as fyre, Be fervent luf kendillit in gret desyre Our cuntre man to vissy and with hym talk,30 To knaw thir strange casys, on I stalk From the port, my navy left in the raid. That ilke sesson, percace, as I furth glaid, Befor the cite, in a schaw, I wys, Besyde the fenȝeit flude of Symois, Andromache maid anniuersar sacrifyce5 And funerale servyce, on ful dolorus wys, To Hectoris puldir or hys assis brynt: Oft wald scho clepe and call, and oneth stynt, Apon the sawlis that onbodeit war, Besyde Hectoris voyd tumbe stannand thar,10 Quhilk scho vpbeildit had of herbis greyn, With twa altaris; and oft with wepyng eyn Bewalis scho that hard dissyverance. And alssone as scho me aspyis perchance, And Troiane armour and ensenȝeis with me saw,15 Affrayit of the ferly, scho stude syk aw, And at the fyrst blenk become so mait, Naturale heyt left hir membris in sik stait Quhil to the grond half mangit fel scho down, And lay a lang tyme in a dedly swown20 Or ony speche or word scho mycht furth bring: Ȝit thus, at last, sayd eftir hir dwawmyng; Is that thine awyn face, and suythfast thyng? Schawis thou to me a verray sovir warnyng? Levis thou ȝit, son of the goddes? quod sche,25 Gif thou be ded, quhar is Hector? tell me. And, with that word, scho bryst furth mony a teir, And walit so that piete was to heir, Quhil al about dynnys of hir womentyng. A few wordis skars as I mycht furth bryng,30 For to comfort that maist lamentabill wight, With langsum speche said, quhispirand, as I mycht; I leif forsuyth, and ledis lyfe, as ȝe se, In al hard chance of fortunys extremyte. Be nocht agast, ȝe se bot suythfast thyng.5 Allace! quhat aventur, in this onkouth ryng, Is the betyd, and hes degradit, quod I, Eftir thi husbandis deth, was maist douchty? Or quhat fortune mycht sufficient happyn the, Spows to maist worthy Hector, Andromache?10 Art thou, or na, to Pirrus ȝit bywed? Hyr vissage down scho kest, for schame adred, And, with a bas voce, thus said, as scho mycht; O thou alane, befor al madynnys bricht, Happy was, virgyne douchtir of Priam kyng,15 Quhilk, vnder the wallis hie of Troys ryng, Apon thine ennemeis grafe was maid to de; Thou suffert no kut nor kavillys cast for the, Nor in bondage away was thou nocht led, Nor ȝit twichit na victour lordis bed.20 Bot we, quhen that ybrynt war our kynd landis, Careit our fremmyt seys and diuers strandis, The dortynes of Achillis ofspring, In bondage, vndir the prowd Pyrrus ȝyng, By fors sustenyt thraldome mony a day,25 Quhil he at last ensewit ane othir may, Hermyone, the douchtir of Helena, In fey wedlok at Lachidemonya; Than send he me, his seruand, hiddir thus, Tobe spowsit with his seruand Helenus.30 Bot Orestes, cachit in furyus rage For cryme of his moderis slauchtir, and savage, In lufe hait byrnyng for his spows byreft, Or he was war, set on this Pirrus eft, And in Delphos, quhat nedis wordis mair?5 Smate of his hed befor his faderis altair. Thus, by deces of Neoptolymus, Of the realm a part fell to Helenus; The quhilk boundis and feildis braid alsswa He has to name clepit Chaonya,10 Eftir his brodir of Troy Chaonyus, And Troiane wallis heir has beild vp thus, And on thir motis a strenth hait Ilion. Bot quhat wyndis thi cowrs has hydder gone? And quhat aventur has the hyddir dryve?15 Or of the goddis quha maid the heir arrive At our marchis, mysknawyng our estait? Quhou faris the child Ascanyus now of lait, Quham to the bayr Crevse, thi spous and joy, That tyme enduryng the sege lay about Troy?20 Levis he ȝit in helth and in weilfair? Ha! how gret harm and skaith for euermar That child has caucht throu lesyng of his moder! O lord! quhat ancyant vertuys, ane and othir, And knychtly prowes in hym steris frendis befor,25 Baith fader Eneas, and hys vncle Hector! Syk wordis scho spak, wepyng with petuus mayn, And with lang sobbis furthȝettand teris invayn; Quhen that hir lord hym self cummys from the town, Kyng Priamus son, Helenus of renown.30 Neir he approchit with ful gret cumpany, And hys awyn natyve frendis knew in hy, And blythly to hys cite hes ws led: Betwix ilk word feil bricht teris furth he sched. We passit on, and litil Troy I knaw,5 Lyke the gret cite contyrfait on raw, With Ilion, and wallis lyke Pergama, And a smal burn half gane dry alswa, Onto his surname clepit Exanthus. At port Seya I entir, and eik with ws10 Al our Troianys togiddir welcum war Onto thar frendly cite famyliar. In hys wyde palyce the kyng ressauyt thaim all, And, in the myddis of the mekil hall, Thai byrl the wyne in honour of Bachus;15 Gret fest with joy wes maid for luf of ws; The mesis and the danteis thyk dyd stand, And goldyn cowpis went fra hand to hand.

Quhou Helenus declaris tyll Ene Quhat dangeris he suld thoill on land and see.

Thus drave we our in solace day be day, Quhil at the weddir prouokis ws to assay20 Our salis agane; for the sowth wyndis blast Our piggeis and our pynsalis wavit fast. Onto the prophet Helenus tho went I, And with syk wordis besocht hym reuerently; O gentil Troiane, dyvyne interpretur, Quhilk the respons of Phebus hes in cur; Quhilk knawist eik the reuelationys5 Of god Apollois diuinationys, Vndir hys trestis and burdis at Delphois schene, And into Claryus vndir the lawrer grene That vnderstandis the cowrs of euery star And chyrm of euery byrdis voce on far,10 And euery fowle on weyng fleyng in the sky, Quhat thai betakyn, and quhat thai signyfy; Say me, I pray the, quhat dangeris principaly In to my cowrs and vayage eschew sall I, Or how I may, or be quhat meyn, eschaip15 Sa gret aduersiteis quhilkis beyn to me schaip. For as to me al devote godly wightis Schew we suld haue a prospir rays at rychtis, And euery oracle of goddis admonyst eik That we the realm of Italy suld seik,20 Ensew tha landis quhilkis war for ws provyde Alanerly newlyngis on that other syde; Schame for to say, the Harpye Celeno Spays onto ws a feirful takyn of wo; A vengeans from the goddis pronuncis sche,25 With schameful hungir sal happyn our menȝe. Helenus than, eftir the rytis and gyis, The ȝong bestis slew in sacryfys, Purchesyng favour of goddis to stanch thar fed, And lowsit the garlandis of his haly hed:30 Syne me, Phebus, he ledis by the hand Onto thi tempil, on seyr materis musand; Quhar this gret preist gan spekyn and declar To me thir wordis of the goddis answar: Son of the goddes, sen traist is manifest5 That throu deip seys thi wayage is addrest, And eik, of forton by the boundis hie, The purviance dyvyne wil so it be; The kyng of goddis so distributis the fatis, Rollyng the chancis, and turnyng thame thusgatis;10 Of mony wordis, schortly, a quhoyn sall I Declare, at thou mayr sovirly tharby May seik out throu the strange stremys onkend. And at a port of Itale arryve at end: The remanent heirof, quhat evyr be it,15 The werd Systeris defendis that suld be wyt, And eik the douchtir of auld Saturn, Juno, Forbyddis Helenus to speik it, and cryis, ho! First say I the, that twichand Italy, Quhilk thou trastis be at hand and fast by,20 And the addressis ignorantly, but weyr, To entyr sone in the port, as it war neir, Lang wylsum ways, and far landis alswa A ful gret space dissyveris ȝou tharfra. Ȝour aris fyrst into the Sycil see25 Bedyit weill and bendit oft mon be; And of Ausonya the salt stremys eik Rownd about with ȝour schippis mon ȝe seik, And Avernus, clepit the layk of hell, And Aheie, the ile quhar Circes dwell,30 Or euer thou may sovirly vpbeild Thi cite in land of Italy or feild. I sall the schaw takynnys tharof ful meit, Quhilkis thou sal hald within thi mynd secreit. Quhen thine alane musyng as thou sal ga,5 By aventur, endlang a watir bra And vndir ane aik, fyndis, in to that steid, A gret sow ferryit of grysis thretty hed, Lyggyn on the grond, mylk quhite, al quhite brodmell About hir pappis sowkyng, thar, I the tell,10 Is the richt place and sted for ȝour cite, And of ȝour travell ferm hald to rest in le. Nor the nedis nocht to gruch, in tyme tocum, The rungyng of ȝour tabillis euery crum: Destany sal fynd tharfor a ganand way,15 And Phebus sal ȝou help, quhen ȝe list pray. Bot ombyschew this cost of Italy Quhilk nixt onto our bordouris ȝhe se ly, Bedyit with flowyng of our seys flude, Sen al tha citeis with wykkit Grekis, not gude,20 Inhabit ar; for the Naricyanys, Othir wys nemmyt Locry, thar remanys, Quhilk come with Aiax Oylus to the fecht; And, neir the hill that Salentynus hecht, The feildis all ar occupyit full meit25 Be Idomeneus the kyng expellit from Crete; Thar is alsso the litil cite, but les, Of the Duke of Melyboy, Phyloctetes, Clepit Petilya, closyt with a wall: Eschew thir citeis and thyr costis all.30 Forthir, quhen that beȝond the sey sall stand All thi navy, and thar apon the strand Settis vp ane altare thi sacrifyce to ȝeild, Thyne haris with a purpur vail ourheild, Les than amyd the godly fyris, per cace,5 Thi ennemeis mycht occur, and knaw thi face, And so perturbyng all thi sacrifyce: Thou caws thi feris keip the samyn gys In thar oblacionys, and this vsage condyng; Observe, thi self and thi chaist ofspring,10 Every serimony of our religioun. And, fra the wynd haith set thi cours adoun From Itale towart the cost of Sycilly, And the strait sowndis of the mont Pelory Vanysys away peys and peys, than the land15 Strekis all tyme towart the left hand, And the left syde lang salt thou, but dowt, Cyrkil, and sail mony seys about: On the richt syde the cost and wallis evaid; For tha partis vmquhile, as it is sayd,20 Be fors of storm war in sondir ryfe, And a huge deip gat thar holkit belyfe. Behald quhat change and sa onkouth a kast May be mysknaw, throw tymys lang bipast; For, quhen that baith tha landis war al ane,25 The seys rage draif in, and maid thame twane, And fors of streym from the syde of Itale The ile of Sycill devydit hes al haill; Ane narow fyrth flowis, baith evyn and morn, Betwix tha costis and citeis in sondir schorn.30 The rycht syde tharof with Scilla ombeset is, And the left with insaciabil Carybdys; Quhar, in hir bowkit bysme, that hellys belch The large fludis suppys thrys in a swelch, And othir quhilis spowtis in the ayr agane,5 Dryvand the stowr to the starnys, as it war rane. Bot Scilla lurkand in darn hyddyllis lyis, Within hir cave, spredand hyr mouth feil syis To sowk the schippis amang rolkis onsure. Lyke to a woman hir ovyr portrature,10 A fair virgynys body doun to hir scheir; Bot hir hynd partis ar als gret, weil neir, As beyn a hydduus huddon, or a quhaill, Quharto beyn cuppillit mony meyrswyne taill, With empty mawys of wolfis ravenus:15 Eschew, tharfor, this passage dangerus; For bettir is thou seik the cost about Of Pachynus in Scycill, than stand in dout, And turn thi cowrs on bawburd, a weil far way, Than anys tobe into sa hard assay20 As forto se the vgly monstre fell, Scilla, and heir the craggis rowt and ȝell For barking of sey doggis in hir wame. And mair atour, gif owthir wit, or fame, Or traist may be geif Helenus the prophete,25 Or gif with verite Phebus inspiris hys sprete, This a thing, son of the goddes, I the tech, Abuf al othir, this a thyng I the prech, And principaly repetis the sam agane, And seir tymys monysis heir in plane;30 First of Juno thou wirschip the gret mycht, And glaidly hallow with sacrifice al at rycht The power of Juno, and that mychty prynces To ples lawly with offerandis the addres: And on sik wys quhen thou hir favouris hes get,5 And hest alsso thi cours from Sycil set Towart the boundis of Italy our see, Syne, quhen thou art careit to that cuntre, And cummyn is to the cite of Cumas, And by the lakys dedicate to goddis doith pas10 Outthrou the soundand forest of Avern, Vndir a roch, law within a cavern, Thar salt thou fynd the godly prophetes, Ful of the spreit dyvyne, that schawis expres The reuelationys and fatis forto cum,15 In palm tre leiffis thame notand al and sum, Writand vp euery word as sal betyde, Direkking the leiffis per ordour furth on syde. Quhat euer this virgyne discrive in hir endyte, Without the cave closyt scho lays the write:20 Tha leiffis remanys onsterit of thar place, Ne partis not furth of rewle, quhil per cace The piping wynd blaw vp the dur on char, And dryve the leiffis, and blaw thaim out of har In at the entre of the cave agane,25 That al hir fyrst laubour was invane: Bot, fra the blast and ȝet pertrubbil thus Tha thyn leiffis, scho is so dangerus, Nevir eftyr denȝeing hir within the cave To gaddir togiddir thame with the wynd bewave.30 Ne forto put thame into rewle agane, Nor jone hir writis as thai dyd first remane. Thus oft the pepil but answer gays thar ways, And wareis the set of Sybil al thar days. Fail not, for los of tyme that may betyde,5 Bot thou pas to that prophetes, thocht the tyde And prospir wyndis challance the to the saill, Ȝa, thocht thi fallowyis cry owt, illyr haill! On burd! a fair wynd blawis betwix twa schetis! Beseik hir or thou wend, thocht thine hart betis,10 Oppynnand hir voce, scho plesit schaw the evyn Thy destaneys, be hir awyn mowthis stevin. Scho sal ryply declare to the in hy The maneris of al pepill in Italy; The batellis forto cum scho wil the schaw,15 And on quhat wys al dangeir thou sal withdraw. Or how thou may al lauborus payn sustene; Wirschip this haly religyus woman cleyn, Scho sal the grant a prospir cours at hand. This is the effect, schortly to vnderstand,20 That I am levyt with my wordis the to charge: Adew, pas on, and by thi fatis large The fame of mekil Troy bair vp to hevyn! Eftir at this prophet, with hys frendly stevyn, Thir dyvyne answeris thus pronosticate,25 Seyr weghty gyftis of massy goldyn plate Onto our schippis chargit he beir onon, And gret ryches of polyst eveir bone: Our karvellis howys ladis and prymys he With huge charge of syluer in quantite.30 With caldronys, and othir seir veschell ma, In Epyr land maid at Dodonea. To me he gaif a thik clowyt habyrgeon, A thrynfald hawbrik was al gold begone, A rownd rich helm with creste and tymbrete fair,5 The armour quhilum Neoptolemus bair: Syne to my fader, effering to his age, Rych rewardis he gaif of hie parage; Tharto alsso he eikis and gaif ws then Gentill horssis, pylotis, and lodismen;10 He ws suppleyt with rowaris and maryneris, And armour plente atanys for al our feris.