VOLUME I. (continued 3)

Of Helenus and of Andromache, And how fra thame departing gan Ene.

In the meyn quhile Anchisis, my fader, in hy Reddy forto sail chargis mak our navy, Les than, percace, it mycht our cours delay,15 Gif so the wynd blew fair that othir day; Quhom till this wys interpretour of Phebus, Helenus, with gret honour carpys thus: O thou Anchisis, that worthy was, quod he, With fair Venus conionyt for to be,20 And twys delyverit by purviance dyvyne, And twys eschapit of Troy the sayr rewyne, Lo! ȝondir for the Ausonya or Itaill; Onto ȝone cost syde ȝondir salt thou saill. And netheles, thocht it be necessar Out our the sey to ȝondir grond ȝe fair, That part of Itale is a far way hyne5 Quhilk is previdyt ȝour kyn be Appollyne. Wend on, says he, thou happy and fortunate Of thi devote son by the godly estate. Bot quharto suld I mak langar delay? As I haue said, fayr weil, pas on ȝour way;10 Quhat nedis with my speche ȝou tary mor, Or stop this fair wynd blawing evyn befor? This not theles, Andromacha, wo begone, The lattir tyme we suld depart onon, Brocht to ws brusyt clathis, and rych wedis,15 Figuryt and prynnyt all with goldyn thredis, And to Ascanyus a prowd tawbart gave Sik as was honorabill hym to weir and have; Hym and his feris of hir nedyll wark And wovyn dowreys furnyst, worth mony mark:20 And thus scho said, my child, ressaue alswa Thir remembrance wrocht with my handis twa, In takyn lang tyme to thynkyng apon me, Thine vncle Hectouris wife, Andromache: Tak thir with the as lattir presandis seir25 Of thi kynd natyve frendis gudis and geir. O leif is me! the lykast thing levyng, And verray ymage of my Astianax ȝyng! Syk eyn had he, and syk fair handis tway, For all the warld, syk mowth and face, perfay:30 And, gif he war on lyve quhil now infeir, He had bene evyneild with the, and hedy peir. Quhat wil ȝe mair? quhen we behuffyt depart, Terys brysting furth on fors, and with sair hart, To thame I said; deir frendis, weil ȝe be,5 Weil mot ȝe leif in ȝour felicite, Quhamtill the prospir forton is brocht till end: Bot we, from werd to werd, and chance, mon wend. Ȝour rest is fund, ȝou nedis sewch throw na seys, Nor seik feildis of Itail, that evir ws fleys:10 Symylytude of Exanthus, and Troy ȝe se Quhilk ȝour awyn warkis hes beldit vp on hie; God grant in bettyr tyme thai be begunnyn, And neuer eft with Grekis fors ourrunnyn! Gif evir in Tybir to entyr me betydis,15 And, on the feildis neirby Tybris sydis, May behald wallis vpset for my menȝe, Or may the frendly citeis sum tyme se, Lat ws of Epyrus and of Italy, Cummyn baith of Dardanus genealogy,20 And quhamto eik the chance of fortoun is ane, Mak but a Troy of athir realmys twane; And this sam lyge with our posterite Sal evir remane in faith and vnyte.

Quhar fyrst Eneas Itale dyd aspy, And mony strange wentis hes salyt by.

Furth on, with this, throu owt the sey we slyde, By the forland Cerawnya fast beside, Quhar fra, out our the fludis forto saill, The schortast way and cours lyis to Itaill. Down gois the son be than, and hillis hie5 Wolx dyrknyt with schaddowis of the sky; We sort our aris, and chesis rowaris ilke deill, And at a sownd or cost we likit weill We strike at nycht, and on the dry strandis Dyd bawne and beyk our bodeys, feyt, and handis.10 Sone on our irkyt lymmys, lethis, and banys The naturale rest of sleip slaid al atanys. And, or the speyre his howris rollit richt Sa far about that it was scars mydnycht, Not sweir, bot in hys dedis deligent,15 Palynurus furth of his cowch vpsprent, Lysnyng about, and harknyng our alquhar With erys prest to kep the wynd or ayr. Of euery starn the twynklyng notis he That in the still hevyn move cours we se,20 Arthuris huyf, and Hyades betakynnand rayn, Syne Watlyng streit, the Horn, and the Charle wayn, The fers Orion with hys goldyn glave; And, quhen he hes thame eueryane persaue Into the cleir and serene firmament, Furth of his eft schip a bekyn gart he stent: We rays, and went on burd in our the waill, Syne slakis down the schetis, and maid sayll. Be this the dawyng gan at morn walx red,5 And chasit away the starnys fra euery sted; The dym hillis on far we dyd aspy, And saw the law landis of Italy. Italy! Italy! fyrst cryis Achates, Syne al our feris of clamour micht nocht ces,10 Bot with a voce atanys cryis, Itaill! And hailsyng gan the land with hey and haill. Than my fader, ammyral of our flote, A mekil tankart with wyne fild to the throte, And tharon set a garland or a crown,15 And to the goddis maid this orysoun, Sittand in the hie eft castell of our schip, With ful devote reverens and wirschip: O ȝe, quod he, goddis haldis in pouste Weddir and stormys, the land eik and the se,20 Grant our vayage ane esy and reddy wynd, Inspyre ȝour favouris that prospir cours we fynd. Scars this wes said, quhen, evyn at our desyre, The sessonabil ayr pipis vp fair and schyre; The havyn apperis, and thiddir nerrar we draw,25 And of Mynerva the strang tempill saw Set in the castell apon ane hillis hycht. Our fallowis fangis in thar salys tyght, And towart the cost thar stevynnys dyd addres. A port thar is, quham the est fludis hes,30 In maner of a bow, maid bowle or bay, With rochys set forgane the streym ful stay, To brek the salt fame of the seys stowr: On athir hand, als hie as ony towr, The byg hewis strekis furth lyke a wall:5 Within the hawyn goith lown, but wynd or wall, And at the port the tempill may not be seyn. Heir fyrst I saw apon the plesand greyn A fatale takyn, fowr horssis quhite as snaw Gnyppand gresys the large feildis on raw.10 Ha! lugyn land, batale thou ws pretendis, Quod my fader Anchisis; for, as weil kend is, Horssis ar dressit for the bargane feil sys; Weir and debait thir stedis signyfyis. Bot, sen the sammyn four futtit bestis eik15 Beyn oft vsyt, ful towartly and meik, To draw the cart, and thoil brydill and renȝe, It is gude hope pace follow sal, says he. Than wirschip we the godhed and gret mycht Of Pallas, with clattering harnes fers in fyght,20 Quhilk heth ws first ressauyt glaid and gay: Our hedis befor the altar we array With valys brown, eftir the Troiane gys, And, onto Juno of Arge, our sacryfys Maid reuerently, as Helenus vs bad,25 Obseruyng weil, as he commandyt had, The serymonys leill. Syne, but langar delay, Fra that perfurnyst was our offerand day, Onon the nokkis of our rays we writh; Down fallys the schetis of the salys swith:30 The Gregionys herbry and fronteris suspek We left behynd, and efter, in effek, Of Taurentum the fyrth we se, but les, Biggit, as thai say, by worthy Hercules; And, our forgane the tother syde alsso,5 Rays vp Lacynya the tempill of Juno; Of Cawlon cite eik the wallys hie, And Scyllacium quhar schipbrokyn mony be. Syne, far of in the flude, we gan aspy The byrnand Ethna into Sycilly,10 And a fell rage rowting of the sey Alang way thens, and on the rolkis hie We hard the jawpys bete, and at the cost A hyduus brayng of brokyn seys vost: Apon schald bankis boldynnys hie the flude:15 The stowr vpbullyrris sand as it war wode. My fader than cryis, how! feris, help away, Streke aris atanys with all the fors ȝe may; No wondir this is the selkouth Caribdis: Thir horribill rolkis and craggis heir, I wys,20 Helenus the prophete ful weil dyd ws declare. The sammyn wys as thai commandyt ware Thai dyd onon, and Pallynurus fyrst Hard halys the schete on syde, and fast gan thryst The forschip to the wallis and the tyde,25 Saland on bawburd towart the left syde; Towart the left, with mony heys and haill, Socht all our flot fast baith with rowth and saill. The swelland swyrl vphesyt ws til hevyn; Syne wald the waw swak ws doun ful evyn,30 As it apperit, vnder the sey to hell. Thrys the holkyt craggis hard we ȝell, Quhar as the swelch had the rolkis thyrlyt; And thrys the fame furth spowt, that so hie quhirlyt It semyt watir the starnys, as we thocht.5 Be this the son went to, and ws forwrocht Left dissolat; the wyndis calmyt eik: We, not bekend quhat rycht cours mycht we seik, War warp to seywart by the outwart tyde Of Ciclopes onto the costis syde.10 The port, quhamto we cappit, wes ful large, And, fra al wyndis blast, for schip or barge Sovir al tyme: bot netheles, fast by, The grisly Ethna dyd rummyll, schudder and cry; Sum tyme thrawing owt, heich in the skyis,15 The blak laithly smoke that oft dyd rys As thunderis blast, and rekand as the pyk, With gledis sparkand as the hail als thik; Vpspring the blesis and fyry lumpis we se, Quhilk semyt forto lik the starnys hie;20 Sum tyme it rasyt gret rochys, and oft will Furth bok the bowellis or entralis of the hyll, And lowsyt stanys vpwarpys in the ayr Rownd in a sop, with mony crak and rayr: The stew of byrnand heyt law from the grond25 Vpstrikis thar, that doith to hevyn rebound. The rumour is, doun thrung vndir this mont Enchelades body with thundir lyis half bront, And hydduus Ethna abufe his belly set; Quhen he lyst gant or blaw, the fyre is bet,30 And from that furnys the flambe doith brist or glide: Quhou oft he turnys our his irkit syde All Sycil trymblys, quaking with a rerd, And vgly stew ourquhelmys hevyn and erd. That nycht, lurkand in woddis, we remane,5 Of feirfull monstris sufferand mekil pane; Bot quhat causyt syk noys na thing we saw: For nowthir lycht of planetis mycht we knaw, Nor the brycht poyll, nor in the ayr a starn, Bot in dyrk clowdis the hevynnys warpit darn;10 The moyn was vndir walk and gave na lycht, Haldyn ful dym throu myrknes of the nycht.

Of the Greik clepit Achemenydes Rehersyng Ene the natur of Ciclopes.

The secund day be this sprang fra the est, Quhen Aurora the wak nycht dyd arest And chays fra hevyn with hir dym skyis donk:15 Than suddanly, furth of the woddis ronk, We se a strange man, of form onknaw; A lenar wight, na mayr pynyt, I ne saw, Nor ȝit sa wrachitly beseyn a wy; Towart the cost, quhar that we stude in hy,20 Hys handis furth he strekis askand supple. We hym behald, and al hys cors gan se Maist laithly ful of ordur, and hys berd Rekand doun the lenth neir of a ȝerd; Hys tawbart and array sewyt with breris: Bot he was Greik be all hys othir feris, And vmquhile was, as eftir weil we kend,5 To Troy intil hys faderis armour send. This ilk man, fra he beheld on far Troiane habitis, and of our armys wes war, At the first sicht he styntit and stude aw, And fra hys pays begouth abak to draw;10 Bot sone eftyr cummys rynnyng in a rays Down to the schoir, wepyng and askand grace: O ȝe Troianys, be all the planetis, quod he, Be all the starnys and the goddis hie, And be the hailsum spreit of hevynnys lycht,15 I beseik tak me with ȝou, catyve wycht, And leid me in quhat land at euer ȝe ples: That may suffys; that war my hartis eys. I knaw me ane of the Grekis navy; In weir to Troy cuntre, I grant, socht I;20 For the quhilk deid, gyf that of our trespas Sa gret the offence and the iniurys was, Rent me in pecis, and in the fludis swak, Or drown law vndir the large seys brak. Gyf that I perych, it is ȝit sum comfort25 That I of mennys handis deing at schort. Quod he; and tharwith, grulyng on hys kneis, He lappit me fast by baith the theys: We hym exort to schaw quhat was his name, Of quhat kynrent and blude cummyn at hame,30 And syne to tell quhat forton had hym betyde. My fader Anchisis na ma wordis wald byde, Bot furthwith gaue that ȝong man his richt hand, And assurys hys spreit with that presand: He at the last this dreid has done away,5 And on this wys begouth to carp and say; Of the realm Itachia I am, but les, And of the cumpany of fey Vlixes, And Achemenydes onto name I hait, Cummyn onto Troy with my fader of lait,10 Bot a puyr wageour, clepyt Adamastus; Wald God ȝit the sam forton remanyt to ws! My falloschip onwytting forȝet me heir, Quhen tha thir cruel marchys left for feir, And in the Ciclopes huge cave tynt me;15 A gowsty hald within, laithly to se, Ful of vennom and mony bludy meys. Bustuus hie Poliphemus set at deys Thar remanys, that may the starnys schaik; Ȝe goddis delyvir this erd from sik wraik!20 For he is vgsum and grysly forto se, Hutyt to speke of, and aucht not nemmyt be. Thir wrachit mennys flesch, that is hys fude, And drynkis worsum, and thar lappyrrit blude. I saw myself quhen, gruflyngis amyd his cave,25 Twa bodeys of our sort he tuke and rayf; Intil hys hyddus hand thame thrymlyt and wrang, And on the stanys owt thar harnys dang, Quhil brayn, and eyn, and blude al poplit owt: I saw that cruel fend eik thar, but dowt,30 Thar lymmys ryfe and eyt, as he war woid, The ȝoustir tharfra chirtand and blak blude, And the hait flesch vndir his teith flykkerand. Bot not onwrokyn, forsuyth, this feste he fand; Nor Vlixes list not lang suffyr this,5 Ne this kyng of Itachy hym self nor his Myghtyn forȝet, into sa gret a plyght. For sammyn as that horribyll fendlich wight Had eyt his fyll, and drunk wyne he hym gave, Sowpit in sleip, his nek furth of the cave10 He straucht, fordronkyn, lyggyng in his dreym Bokkis furth and ȝyskis of ȝowstyr mony streym, Raw lumpys of flesch and blude blandyt with wyne. We the gret goddys besocht, and kavillys syne Kastis, quhat suld be euery mannys part;15 Syne al atanys abowt and on hym start, And, with a scharpyt and brynt steyng of tre, Out dyd we boyr and pyke hys mekil E, That lurkit alane vndyr hys thrawyn front large, Als braid as is a Gregioun scheild or targe,20 Or lyke onto the lantern of the moyn: And thus at last haue we ravengit soyn Blithly the gostis of our feris ded. Bot ȝhe, onhappy men, fle from this sted, Fle, fle this cost, and smyte the cabil in twane!25 For quhou grysly and how gret I ȝou sayn Lurkis Polyphemus, ȝymmand his beystis rouch, And al thar pappis mylkis throuch and throuch, Ane hundreth otheris, als huge of quantite, Endlang this ilke costis syde of the se,30 Gret Ciclopes inhabitis heir and thar, And walkis in thir hie montanys our alquhar. The moyn hes now fyllyt hir hornys thrys With new lyght sen I haue, on this wys, My lyfe in woddis led, but syght of men,5 In desert hyrnys and seyr wild beistis den, And far out from my cavern dyd aspy The grym Ciclopes, and oft thar grysly cry And eik stamping of thar feyt maid me trymmyl. My wrachit fude was berreis of the brymmyll,10 And stanyt heppis, quhilk I on buskis fand, With rutis of herbis I holkit furth of land: And vyssyand al about, I se at last This navy of ȝowris drawing hyddir fast, Quhamto I me betaucht and gan avow,15 Quhat flote at euer it was; for wayt ȝe quhou It is enuch that I eschapyt haue Ȝone cruel pepil; I set not of the lave: For, rather ȝe or I fal in syk wraik, Quhat deith ȝe pleis, the lyfe fra me gar taik.20

Of Poliphemus, and mony strange cost, And how Ene hys fader in Sycill lost.

Skars this wes sayd, quhen sone we gat a sycht Apon ane hyll stalkand this hydduus wight, Amang hys beystis, the hyrd Poliphemus, Down to the costis bekend draw towartis ws: A monstre horribyll, onmesurabill and myschaip, Wanting hys syght, and gan to stab and graip With hys burdon, that wes a gret fyr tre,5 Fermand his steppis, becaus he mycht not se; The wollyt scheip him followyng at the bak, Quharin his plesur and delyte gan he tak. About hys hals a quhissil hung had he, Wes all his solace for tynsell of hys E;10 And, with his staf fra he the deip flude Twichit, and cummyn at the seysyde stude, Of hys E dolp the flowand blude and attir He wysch away al with the salt wattir, Grassilland his teith, and rummysand full hie.15 He wadis furth throu myddis of the see, And ȝit the wattir wet not hys lang syde. We, far from thens affrayt, durst not abyde, Bot fled onon, and within burd hes brocht That faithful Greik quhilk ws of succurs socht,20 And prevyly we smyte the cabill in twane; Syne, kempand with aris in al our mane, Vp weltris watir of the salt sey flude. He persauyt the sownd, quhar that he stude, And towart the dyn movis hys pays onon:25 Bot quhen he felt at we sa far war gone, Sa that his handis ws areke ne mycht, Nor the deip sey Ionium, for all hys hycht, Ne mycht he waid equale ws to arest, A fellon bray and huge schowt vp he kest,30 Quharthrou the sey and al the fludis schuke; The land alhail of Itail trymlyt and qwoyk; And holl cavernys or furnys of Ethna rownd Rummyst and lowyt, fordynnyt with the sound. Bot than, furth of the woddis and hillys hie,5 Walkynnyt with the cry, a huge pepill we se Of Ciclopes cum hurland to the port, And fillyt all the cost sydis at schort. Tha elrych bredyr, with thar lukis thrawyn, Thocht not avalyt, thar standyng haue we knawyn;10 Ane horribil sort, with mony camscho beik, And hedis semand to the hevyn areik: Syklyke as quhar that, with thar hie toppis, The byg akis strekyng in the ayr thar croppys, Or than thir cipressis berand heich thar bewys,15 Growand in the woddis or hie vp on hewis, In schawys ald, as men may se from far, Hallowyt to Dyane or ȝit to Jupiter. The scharp dreid maid ws so to cach haist, Withdrawand fast, as thocht we had bene chaist,20 And for to set our sail quhidder we best mycht, To follow the wynd, and hald na courssis rycht. Aganys the counsale of Helenus, our feris Perswadis to hald furth evyn the way that steris Mydwart betwix Charibdis and Scylla,25 A litil space fra ded by athir of twa: For, bot we hald that cours, for owtyn fail, Bakwartis, thai said, on Ciclopes mon we saill. Bot lo! onon a fair wynd, or we wist, Rays of the north, blawing evyn as we lyst,30 From the strait bay of Pelorus the mont And sone we swepyt by, at the fyrst bront, The mouth of flude Pantagyas ful of stanys, The sownd Megarus, and Tapsum ile atanys. The namys of thir costis, Achemenydes,5 The companȝeon of onhappy Vlixes, Raknys to ws, as we past ane by ane; For we return the sammyn went agane Quhar thar navy had waverit by thar rays. Within the fyrth of Sycill, forgane the face10 Of the flude Plemyrion full of wallis, Thar lyis ane Iland, quhilk our elderis callis Orthigia; quhar that the fame is so That Alpheus, ane of the ryveris two Of the cite of Elys in Archaid,15 Vndir the sey gan thyddir flow and wayd Throu secrete cundytis, and now eik, as thai say, Arethusa, at thi mouth or ischay, It entris rynnyng in the Sycill see. The gret goddis of that place wirschip we,20 At command of my fader; and fra thyne The fertill grond of Helory passyt syne, Quhilk flude watyris al the feild about. Thar on the craggis our navy stude in dowt; For on blynd stanys and rolkis hyrslit we,25 Tumblit of mont Pachynnus in the see: And far from thens the loch Cameryna, Quham the fatis forbyddis to do away, Apperis to ws, and of Geloy the feildis, Quhar that the gret cite Gela vpbeild is,30 Havand the surname fra the flude fast by: Syne heich Agragas far of we gan aspy, A hyl and cite with large wallys of fors, Quhar vmquhile bred war the maist weirlyke hors: And the alsso, Selynys, I left behynd,5 For al thi palm treys, with the followand wynd. The dangerus schaldis and cost vppykyt we, With al hys blynd rolkis, of Lylibe. Thar the port of Drepanon, and the rayd, Quham to remember my hart may nevir be glaid,10 Ressauyt me, quhar that, allace, allace! I leys my fader, al comfort and solace, And al supple of our travell and pane; Thar, thar allaik! sa feill dangeris bygane And tempestis of the sey. O fader most deir,15 Anchises, desolate quhy left thou me heir Wery and irkyt in a fremmyt land? O weilaway! for nocht wes all, I fand, That thou eschapit sa mony perrellis huge. Helenus the dyvyne, as we with hym gan luge,20 Quhen horribill thingis seir he dyd aduert, Schew not befor to me thir harmys smert, Nor ȝit the fellon and akwart Celeno. This wes extreme laubour of pane and wo; Thys was the end of all hys lang vayage:25 And hyddir syne, warpyt with seys rage, Apon ȝour costis, as I fra thens was dryve, Sum happy chance and God maid me arryve. The Prynce Eneas, on this wys, alane The fatis of goddys and rasys mony ane30 Rehersyng schew, and syndry strange wentis; The queyn and all the Tyrryanys takand tentis. And at the last he cessyt and said no moir, Endyng his tayll as ȝe haue hard befor.

With bemys scheyn thou bricht Cytherea, Quhilk only schaddowist amang starris lyte, And thi blyndyt weyngit son Cupyd, ȝe twa Fosteraris of byrnyng, carnail, hait delyte, Ȝour joly wo neidlyngis most I endyte,5 Begynyng with a fenȝeit faynt plesance, Continewit in lust, and endyt with pennance. In fragil flesch ȝour fykkil seyd is saw, Rutyt in delyte, welth, and fude delicate, Nurist with sleuth and mony onsemly saw;10 Quhar schame is lost, thar spredis ȝour burgeonys hait; Oft to revolue ane onleful consait Rypys ȝour peralus frutis and oncorn: Of wikkyt grayn quhou sal gude schaif be schorn? Quhat is ȝour fors bot feblyng of the strenth?15 Ȝour curyus thochtis quhat but musardry? Ȝour fremmyt glaidnes lestis not ane howris lenth; Ȝour sport for schame ȝe dar not specify; Ȝour frute is bot onfructuus fantasy; Ȝour fary joys beyn bot janglyng and japys,20 And ȝour trew seruandis sylly goddys apys. Ȝour sweit myrthis ar mixt with byttyrnes; Quhat is ȝour drery gemme? a myrry pane; Ȝour wark onthrift, ȝour quyet is restles, Ȝour lust lykyng in langour to remane, Frendschip turment, ȝour traist is bot a trane:5 O luf, quhidder art thou joy or fulychnes, That makis folk sa glaid of thar distres? Salomonys wyt, Sampson thou rubbist hys fors, And Dauid thou byreft hys prophecy; Men says thou brydillyt Aristotyll as ane hors,10 And crelyt vp the flour of poetry: Quhat sal I of thi myghtis notyfy? Fair weil, quhar that thy lusty dart assalis, Wyt, strenth, ryches, na thyng bot grace avalis. Thou cheyn of luf, ha benedicite!15 Quhou hard strenys thi bandis euery wyght! The god abuf, from his hie maieste, With the ybond, law in a maid dyd lycht; Thou venquyst the strang gyant of gret mycht; Thou art mair forcy than the ded sa fell;20 Thou plenyst paradyce, and thou heryt hell. Thou makist febill wight, and lawyst the hie; Thou knyttis frendschyp quhar thar beyn na parage; Thou Jonathas confederat with Davy; Thou dantyt Alexander for all his vaslalage;25 Thou festnyt Jacob fourteyn ȝheir in bondage; Thou techit Hercules go lern to spyn, Reke Dyomeir hys mays and lyoun skyn. For luf Narsysus perysyt at the well; For luf thou stervyst most douchty Achill; Thesyus, for luf, hys fallow socht to hell; The snaw quhyte dow oft to the gray maik will. Allace! for luf how mony thame self dyd spill!5 Thy fury, luf, moderis taucht, for dispyte, Fyle handis in blude of thar ȝong chyldering lyte. O Lord, quhat writis myne author of thi fors, In hys Georgikis! quhou thyne ondantyt myght Constrenys so sum tyme the stonyt hors10 That, by the sent of a meyr far of syght, He bradis brays onon, and takis the flyght; Na brydill may hym dant nor bustuus dynt, Nowther bra, hie roch, nor brayd fludis stynt. The bustuus bullys oft, for the ȝong ky,15 With horn to horn wyrkis othir mony a wound, So rumysyng with hydduus lowand cry The feildis all doith of thar rowstis resound: The meyk hartis, in bellyng, oft ar fond Mak fers bargane, and rammys togyddir ryn;20 Baris twyte thar tuskis, and fret otheris skyn. The reuthtfull smart and lamentabill cace Quhilk thar he writis of Leander ȝyng, Quhou for thi luf, Hero, allace, allace! In fervent flambe of hait desyre byrnyng,25 By nychtis tyde, the hevynys lowd thundering, And, all with storm trublyt, the seys flude Bettand on the rolkis, and rowtand as it war wod; Set he hym not to swym our, wallaway! The fyrth betwix Sestos and Abydane, In Europe and in Asya citeis tway; Hys fader and moder mycht hym not call agane: O God, quhat harm! thar wes he drynt and slane;5 And quhen his lufe saw this myscheif, atanys Out our the wall scho lap, and brak hir banys. Lo, quhou Venus kan hir seruandis acquyte! Lo, quhou hir passionys onbridillis al thar wyt! Lo, quhou thai tyne thame self for schort delyte!10 Lo, from all grace quhou to myscheif thai flyt, Fra weil to sturt, fra payn to ded! and ȝyt Thar beyn bot few exempil takis of othir, Bot wilfully fallys in the fyre, leif brothir. Be nevir our set, myne author techis so,15 With lust of wyne nor warkis veneryane; Thai febill the strenth; revelys secrete bath two Stryfe and debait engendris, and feil hes slane; Honeste, prowes, dreid, schame and luk ar gane Quhar thai habound; attempyr thame for thy.20 Childir to engendir oys Venus, and not invane; Hant na surfat, drynk bot quhen thou art dry. Quhat? is this lufe, nys luffaris, at ȝe meyn, Or fals dissait fair ladeys to begile? Thame to defowle, and schent ȝour self betweyn,25 Is al ȝour lykyng, with mony suttel wyle. Is that trew lufe, gude faith and fame to fyle? Gyf luf be vertu, than is it lefull thing; Gif it be vyce, it is ȝour ondoyng. Lust is na lufe, thocht ledis lyke it weill; This furyus flambe of sensualite Ar nane amouris bot fantasy ȝe feill:5 Carnale plesance, but syght of honeste, Hatis hym self forsuyth, and luffis nocht the: Thare beyn twa luffis, perfyte and imperfyte, That ane leful, the tother fowle delyte. Lufe is a kyndly passioun, engendryt of heyt10 Kyndlyt in the hart, ourspredyng al the cors: And, as thou seys sum person waik in spreyt, Sum hait byrnyng as ane onbridillyt hors; Lyke as the pacient hes heyt of our gret fors, And in ȝong babbys warmnes insufficient,15 And into agyt failȝeis, and is out quent; Rycht so in luf thou may be excessyve, Inordinatly luffand ony creature; Thi luf alsso it may be defectyve, To luf thine awin and geif of otheris na cure:20 Bot quhar that lufe is rewlyt by messure, It may be lyknyt to ane hail mannis estait, In temperat warmnes, nowthir to cald nor hait. Than is thi lufe inordinat, say I, Quhen ony creatur mair than God thou luffis,25 Or ȝit luffis ony to that fyne, quharby Thi self or thame thou frawartis God remufis: Fortil attempir thine amouris the behuffis: Lufe euery wyght for God, and to gude end, Thame be na wys to harm, bot to amend. That is to knaw, lufe God for his gudnes,5 With hart, hail mynde, trew servyce, day and nycht; Nixt luf thi self, eschewand wykkytnes; Lufe syne thi nychtburris, and wyrk thame nane onrycht, Willyng at thou and thai may haue the syght Of hevynnys blys, and tyste thame not tharfra,10 For, and thou do, syk luf dowe nocht a stra. Faynt lufe, but grace, for all thi fenȝeit layis, Thy wantoun willis ar verray vanyte; Grasles thou askis grace, and thus thou prayis; Haue mercy, lady, haue reuth and sum piete!15 And scho, reuthtles, agane rewys on the: Heir is na paramouris fund, bot all haitrent, Quhar nowthir to weill nor resson tak thai tent. Callys thou that reutht, quhilk of thar self ne rakkis? Or is it grace to fall fra grace? nay, nay;20 Thou sekis mercy, and tharof myscheif makkis: Renown and honour quhy wald thou dryfe away? A brutale appetyte makis ȝong fulys forvay, Quhilk be resson lyst not thar heyt refreyn, Haldand opynyon deyr of a boryt beyn.25 Says nocht ȝour sentens thus, skant worth a fas, Quhat honeste or renoun is to be dram? Or forto drowp lyke a fordullyt as? Lat ws in ryot leif, in sport and gam; In Venus covrt, sen born tharto I am, My tyme weil sal I spend. Wenys thou not so?5 Bot al ȝour solace sal return in gram, Syk thewles lustis in byttir pane and wo. Thou auld hasard lichour, fy for schame, That slotteris furth euermar in sluggardry Out on the, auld trat, agit wyfe, or dame,10 Eschamys na tyme in rovste of syn to ly! Thir Venus warkis in ȝouthed ar foly, Bot into eild thai turn in fury rage; And quha schameles dowblis thar syn, ha fy! As doith thir vantouris owthir in ȝouth or age?15 Quhat nedis avant ȝou of ȝour wykkytnes, Ȝhe that beyn forcy alane in villans deid? Quhy gloyr ȝe in ȝour awyn onthriftynes? Eschame ȝhe not rehers and blaw on breid Ȝour awyn diffame, havand of God na dreid20 Nor ȝyt of hell, provokand otheris to syn, Ȝhe that lyst of ȝour palȝardry nevir blyn? Wald God ȝhe purchest bot ȝour awyn myschans, And war na banareris forto perych mo! God grant sum tyme ȝe turn ȝou to pennans,25 Refrenyng lustis inordinate, and cry ho! And thar affix ȝour luf and myndis so, Quhar euer is verray joy without offens, That all syk beistly fury ȝhe lat go hens. Of brokkaris and syk bawdry quhou suld I write, Of quham the fylth stynkis in Godis neys? With Venus henwyffis quhat wys may I flyte,5 That strakis thir wenschis hedis thame to ples? Douchtir, for thy lufe this man hes gret dyseys, Quod the bysmeyr with the slekyt speche; Rew on hym, it is meryte hys pane to meys: Syk poyd makcrellis for Lucifer beyn leche.10 Eschame, ȝyng virgynys, and fair damycellis, Furth of wedlok forto disteyn ȝour kellys; Traist nocht al talis that wanton woweris tellis, Ȝow to deflour purposyng, and nocht ellys: Abhor syk pryce or prayer wirschip sellys.15 Quhar schame is lost quyte schent is womanhed; Quhat of bewte, quhar honeste lyis ded? Rew on ȝour self, ladeys and madynnys ȝyng, Grant na syk reuth for evir may caus ȝou rew: Ȝhe fresch gallandis, in hait desyre byrnyng,20 Refreyn ȝour curage syk paramouris to persew; Grund ȝour amouris on charite al new; Found ȝow on resson; quhat nedis mair to preche? God grant ȝou grace in luf, as I ȝou tech! Fy on dissait and fals dissymulans,25 Contrar to kynd with fenȝeit cheir smylyng, Vndyr the cloik of luffis obseruans, The venom of the serpent reddy to styng! Bot al syk crymys in luffis caus I resyng To the confessioun of morale Jhonne Gower; For I mon follow the text of our mater.5 Thy dowbill wound, Dido, to specify, I meyn thyne amouris, and thi funeral fait, Quha may endyte, but teris, with eyn dry? Augustyne confessis hym self wepit, God wait, Redyng thy lamentabill end mysfortunat.10 By the wil I repeyt this vers agane, Temporal joy endis wyth wo and pane. Allace, thy dolorus cays and hard myschance! From blys to wo, fra sorow to fury rage, Fra nobylnes, welth, prudens and temperance,15 In brutell appetite fall, and wild dotage; Danter of Affryk, Queyn foundar of Cartage, Vmquhil in ryches and schynyng gloyr ryngnyng, Throw fulych lust wrocht thine awyn ondoyng. Lo! with quhat thocht, quhat byttyrnes and pane,20 Lufe onsylly bredis in euery wight! Quhou schort quhile doith hys fals plesance remane! Hys restles blys how sone takis the flicht! Hys kyndnes alteris in wraith within a nycht: Quhat is, bot turment, all hys langsum fayr,25 Begun with feir, and endyt in dispayr? Quhat sussy, cuyr, and strange ymagynyng, Quhat ways onlefull, hys purpos to atteyn, Hes this fals lust at his first begynnyng! Quhou subtell wylis, and mony quyet meyn! Quhat slycht dissait quently to flat and feyn;5 Syne in a thraw kan not hym selvyn hyde, Nor at his first estait no quhile abyde! Thou swelch, deuourar of tyme onrecoverabill, O lust, infernal furnys, inextingwybill, Thy self consumyng worthis insaciabill,10 Quent fendis net, to God and man odibill! Of thi tryggettis quhat tong may tell the tribbill? With the to wrasyll, thou walxis euer moir wyght; Eschew thyne hant, and mynnys sal thi mycht. Se, quhou blynd luffis inordinate desyre15 Degradis honour, and resson doith exile! Dido, of Cartage flour, and lamp of Tyre, Quhais hie renoun na strenth nor gift mycht fyle, In hir faynt lust sa mait, within schort quhile, That honeste baith and gude fame war adew;20 Syne for disdeyn, allace! hir selvyn slew. O! quhat avalit thi brute and gloryus name, Thi moblys, tresour, and werkis infinyte, Thi citeis beilding, and thi ryal hame, Thy realmys, conquest, weilfar and delyte?25 To stynt al thing salue thine awyn appetite So wes in lufe thi frawart destane: Allace the quhile thou knew the strange Ene! And sen I suld thy tragedy endyte, Heir nedis nane othir invocatioun: Be the command I lusty ladeis quhyte,5 Be war with strangeris of onkouth natioun Wyrk na syk woundris to thar dampnatioun; Bot til attayin wild amouris at the thai leir: Thy lusty pane begouth on this maneir.

The thochtfull queyn, with mony amorus claws, Til hir systir complenys in luffis caws.

Be this the Queyn, throw hevy thochtis onsound, In euery vayn nurysys the greyn wound, Smytyn so deip with the blynd fyre of lufe Hir trublyt mynd gan fra all rest remufe. Compasing the gret prowes of Ene,5 The large wirschip feill sys remembris sche Of his lynnage and folkis; for ay present Deip in hir breist so was hys figur prent, And all hys wordis fixt, that, for bissy thocht, Noyn eys hir membris nor quyet suffir mocht.10 The nixt day following, with hys lamp brycht As Phebus dyd the grund or erth alycht, Eftir the dawing heth the donk nychtis clowd Chasyt from the sky, and the ayr new schrowd; Ful evil at eys queyn Dido on this kynd15 Spak to hir systir, wes of the sammyn mynd. My sistir An, quhat swevynnys beyn thir, quod sche, Quhilk me affrays in sik proplexite? Quhat be he, this gret new gest or stranger, Onto our realm laitly is drevyn heir? Quhou wys in speche, and in his commonyng,5 He schawys hym self! O God, quhat wondir thing! Quhou stout in curage! in weir quhou vailȝeand! I trow sistir, and, as I vndirstand, Myne opinion is nane oncertane thing, Thai beyn sum lynnage of verray goddis ofspring;10 For dreid always and schaymful kowardys Degeneryt wightis and bowbartis notyfys. Allace! quhat wondir fatale aventuris Hes hym bywaif! quhat travel, pane and curis, How huge batellis, be hym eschewit, tald he!15 Now, certis, war it not determyt with me, And fixit in my mynd onmovabilly, That to no wyght in wedlok me list I Cuppil nor knyt, sen my first luf is gane, By deth dissoverit, and left me alane;20 War not alsso to me is displesant Genyvs chalmyr or matrymone to hant; Perchans I mycht be venquist in this rage, Throu this a cryme of secund mariage. Annes, I grant to the, sen the deces25 Of my sory husband Syche, but les, Quhar that our hows with brodyrris ded wes sprent, Only this man hes movit myne entent, And heth my mynd inducyt to forvay: I knaw and felis the wemmys and the way30 Of the ald fyre and flambe of luffis heit. Bot rather I desyre baith cors and spreit Of me the erth swelly law adown, Or than almychty Jove with thundris sovn Me smyte ful deip onto the schaddoys dern,5 Amang pail gastis of hellis holl cavern, In the profond pot of deth and dyrk nycht, Or I becum so schamful wrachit wyght That I myne honeste fyle or womanhed, Or brek ȝour lawis; na, quhil I be ded!10 He, that me first to hym in wedlok knyt, My first flowr of amouris tuke, and ȝyt For euermair with hym he sal thame haue, And he most keip thame with hym in his grave. Thus sayand, the brycht teris onon owtbrist,15 And fillyt all hir bosum or scho wist. Annes answerd; O thou, sa mot I thryve, To thi systir derrar than hir awyn lyve, Quhiddir gif thou wilt alane, in wedowhed, Evir murnand thus waist away thy ȝouthed,20 Nowthir ȝyt the comfort of sweit childring thou knawis, Nor the plesour felis of Venus lawys? Quhat! wenys thou assys cald and gastis in grave Of al syk walyng ony fest sal haue? In cays that in thi duyl afor thir days,25 Thy lord new ded, the list inclyne na ways Nowthir prynce nor duke to tak as for husband; Suppos thou lychtlyit than, of Lyby land, Hyarbas kyng, and othir heris all, Quhilkis in the rich sulȝe triumphall30 Of Aufrik boundis dwelling wyde quhar; Quhat! wilt thou als debatyng euer mar Agane this lykand lufe, cummys of plesance? Consideris thou not, and hes in remembrance, Amyddys quhays grond heir thou remanys?5 On this hand, citeis of Getulyanys, A kynd of pepill invincibill in batell; Heir the ondantit folk of Numyda dwell, And, on that other part, ombyset, I wys, We ar with bustuus onfrendly Syrtis;10 And ȝondir the desert region alsswa, Ay full of thryst, in barrand Libya; And wydquhar thens the wild pepil of Barchay. The weris moving from Tyre quhat sal I say, And the gret brag and mannans of our brothir?15 Be disposicioun of goddis, I weyn, nane othir, And by the purvyans of Juno, to our supple, Thir Troiane schippis by prospir wynd our see Heth hyddir set thar coursys fortunate. O systir myne, consider in quhat estait20 Thys cite, quhilk thou beildis, sal vprys! Persaue quhou that this realm may, on syk wys, Beyn vpheyt throu sa nobil a mariage! Behald quhou mekill the glory of Cartage Salbe extollyt, and encres in euery thyng,25 Throu help in armys of the Troianys ofspryng! Quharfor, the nedis beseik goddis of thar grace, With sacrifyce, tobe favorabil in this cace. Do set alhaill thi cure and diligence To causyng hym mak with the residence,30 And fenȝe causys to tary hym and wythhald, So lang as thus, duryng the wyntir cald, The sey ragis throu watry Orion, And quhil the stormys be al our blawyn and gon; And quhil hys schippis, with the tempest schaik,5 Be bet, byd spair nowthir fyr, elm, nor aik.

Dido enflambyt in the lusty heyt, With amorus thochtis trublys al hir spreit.

Wyth thir wordys the spreit of Dido queyn, The quhilk tofor in lufe wes kyndlyt grene, Now al in fyre the flambe of lufe furth blesys; Hir doutsum mynd with gude hope so scho esys10 That al the schame and dreid wes blaw away; And to the tempill furth held tha baith tway. Eftir the serymonys of thar payane gys, Beneuolence and gude luk, syndry wys, Thai sekyng and thai sers at ilke altar;15 And twyntris, walit for sacrifyce, heir and thar Thai brytnyt; and sum in honour dyd addres Of the law ledar Ceres, the goddes; To Phebus, and to Bachus part alsso; Bot principaly onto the queyn Juno,20 Quhilk heth in cuyr the band of mariage. Hir self, most gudly queyn Dido of Cartage, Held in hir richt hand a cowp full of wyne; Betwix the hornys twa furthȝet it syne Of ane ontamyt ȝong quy, quhite as snaw: And, othir quhilis, wald scho raik on raw, Or pays tofor the altaris, wyth fat offerandis5 Ay chargyt full; and oft, with hir awyn handis, Renew and beyt the sacrifyce all day; And rich gyftis geif Troianys; and wald ay The beistis costis, as thai debowellit wer, And thar entralis behald flekkyr and steir,10 Accordyng the auld vsans to that effect, Sum augury to persaue or gude aspect. O wallaway! of spamen and dyvynys The blynd myndis, quhilkis na way diffynys The fors ne strenth of Luf with hys hard bandis!15 Quhat avalyt thir sacrifice and offerandis? Quhat helpis to vyssy tempillis in luffis rage? Behald onhappy Dido of Cartage In this meyn sesson byrnyng hait as gleyd: The secrete wound deip in hir mynd gan spreyd,20 And of hoyt amouris the subtell quent fyre Waistis and consumys merth, banys, and lyre. Our all the cite enragyt scho heir and thar Wandris, as ane strykkyn hynd, quhom the stalkar, Or scho persave, from far betis with hys flane25 Amyd the woddis of Creyt, and lattis remane The braid hed, onknaw the beste was hyt: Scho skypping furth, as to eschew the byt, Gan throu the forest fast and gravys glyde; Bot evir the dedly schaft stykkis in hir syde.30 Sum tyme the queyn Ene with hir dyd leid Throu owt the wallys onto euery steid, The tresour al and riches of Sydony Schawyng to hym; and offerit al reddy The cite of Cartage at hys commandment:5 Begyn scho wald to tell furth hir entent, And in the myd word stop, and hald hir styll. And quhen the evyn come, it wes hir will To seik ways hym to feste, as scho dyd ayr; And, half myndles, agane scho langis sayr10 For tyll enquyre and heir the sege of Troy, And in a stair behaldis hym for joy. Eftir all wes voydyt, and the licht of day Ay mair and mair the moyn quynchit away, And the declynyng of the starris brycht15 To sleip and rest persuadis euery wight, Within hir chalmyr alane scho langis sayr, And thocht al waist for lak of hir luffar. Amyd a voyd bed scho hir laid adoun, And of hym absent thinkis scho heris the sown;20 Hys voce scho heris, and hym behaldis sche, Thocht he, God wait, far from hir presens be: And sum tyme wald scho Ascanyus, the page, Caucht in the figur of hys faderis ymage, And in hir bosum brace, gif scho tharby25 The lufe ontellabill mycht swik or satisfy. The wark and wallys begun ar not vpbrocht; The ȝounkeris dedis of armys excersis nocht; Nothir fortres nor turettis suyr of weir Now graith tha mair; for al the wark, but weir,30 Cessis and is stoppyt, baith of pynnakillis hie, And byg towris, semyt to rys in the skie.

Tyl Venus carpys Juno the goddes, And of thar spech and sermond, mar and les.

Alsswyth as Juno, with syk maleys ourtane, Persauyt hir deir frend that remeid was nane, Nothir fame ne honour the rage resyst mycht,5 Saturnus douchtir with syk wordis on hyght Begouth to carp onto Venus, I wys; A huge honour and lawd ȝe sal of this Raport, and richt large spulȝe beir away, Thou and thi child forsuyth, quod scho, bath tway:10 O Lord, quhou gret power and notabil mycht, Gif that, of twa hie goddis throu the slycht, A sylly woman sal ourcummyn be! Not so, I wys, hes thou dissavyt me, Bot that I knaw thou had in feir and dreid15 Our cite, and held the lugyng suspek, in deid, Of our renownyt hie burgh of Cartage. Bot on quhat wys sall sesyng al this rage? Or now quhat nedis sa gret stryfe and contak? Far rather perpetuell pes lat ws mak,20 And knyt vp band of mariage thartill, Sen thou hes gottin al thyne hartis will; For Dido byrnys in hait lufe al atanys, The brym fury glydis throu owt hir banys. Lat ws thir pepill to ws common, for thy, Be frendly favouris govern equaly; So that it lesum be Dido remane5 In spousage bund, and serve a lord Troiane, And suffir Tirreanys, and al Lyby land, Be geif in dowry to thi son in hand. Than Venus, knawing hir spech of fenȝeit mynd, To that effect scho mycht the Troiane kynd,10 And werys to cum furth of Itail alsswa, With hald and kepe from boundis of Lybia, Answerd and sayd: quhat wikkyt wyght wald euer Refuys syk proffyr, or ȝyt with the had levir Contend in bataill, or stand at debait,15 Gif that, as thou rehersis, the deid algait Als sovirly mycht follow fortunabill? Bot I affeir me les the fatis onstabill, Nor Jupiter, consent not, ne aggre, That bot a cite to Tyryanys suld be20 And eik to folkis from Troy in vayage cummyn, Or list appreif thai pepillis all and summyn Togiddir myddill, or joyn in lyge or band. Thou art hys spows; til the to tak on hand Is lefull with request hys mynd to assay.25 Pas on befor, I follow the perfay. Than Juno queyn syk answer maid agane: This laubour I tak on hand, al myne alane. Bot on quhat wys, sen tyme is convenabill, The fasson quhou this stant to do maist habill,30 Hark, at schort wordys that poynt I sal ȝou say. Eneas and onsilly Dido, baith tway, To forest grathis in huntyng furth to wend, To morow, als fast as Titan doith ascend, And our the warld gan hys bemys spreid.5 Quhen that the rangis and the faid on breid Dynnys throu the gravys, sersyng the woddis wyde, And setis set the glen on euery syde, I sal apon thame a myrk schour down skaill Of weit and wynd, mydlit wyth fellon haill,10 And all the hevyn with thundyrris blast sa steir That all thar falloschip sall withdraw for feir. Enclosyt with a myst als dyrk as nycht Dido and eik the Troiane duke full rycht, Alanerly, bot be thame selvyn twane,15 Togiddir sal entir in a cave of stane: Thar sal I be reddy, and, but delay, Gif thi mynd be ferm tharto the ilk day, In sovir wedlok I sal conioyn hir thar, To be his propir spous for euermair:20 Apon this wys thar wedding salbe wrocht. Affermys all hir wil, contrarying nocht, Of Cetheron Venus the goddes brycht, Lauchyng scho fund had so controvit a slycht.

Quhou that the Queyn to huntyng raid at morow, And of the first day of hir joy and sorow.

Furth of the sey, with this, the dawyng spryngis. As Phebus rays, fast to the ȝettis thringis The chos gallandis, and huntmen thame besyde, With ralys and with nettys strang and wyde, And huntyng sperys styf with hedis braid:5 From Massillyne horsmen thik thiddir raid, With rynnyng hundis, a full huge sort. Nobillys of Cartage, hovand at the port, The Queyn awatys that lang in chawmyr dwellys: Hyr fers steyd stude stampyng, reddy ellys,10 Rungeand the fomy goldyn byt gynglyng; Of gold and pal wrocht hys rych harnasyng: And scho, at last, of palyce yschit owt, With huge menȝe walking hir abowt, Lappyt in a brusyt mantill of Sydony,15 With gold and perle the bordour al bewry, Hyngand by hir syde the cays with arowis grund; Hir bricht tressis envolupyt war and wond Intil a quayf of fyne gold wyrin threid; The goldyn button claspyt hir purpour weid:20 And furth scho passyt with all hir cumpany. The Troiane pepill forgaderit by and by, Joly and glaid the fresch Ascanyus ȝyng. Bot first of all, maist gudly, hym self thar kyng Enee gan entir in falloschip, but dout, And onto thame adionyt hys large rowt. Lyke quhen Apollo list depart or ga Furth of hys wyntring realm of Lysya, And leif the flude Exanthus for a quhile,5 To vissy Delos, his moderis land and ile, Renowand ryngis and dansys, mony a rowt; Mixt togiddir, hys altaris standing about, The pepil of Creit, and thame of Driopes, And eik the payntit folkis Agathirces,10 Schowtand on thar gys with clamour and vocis hie: Apon thi top, mont Cynthus, walkis he, Hys wavand haris, sum tyme, doyng doun thryng With a soft garland of lawrer sweit smellyng; And vmquhile thame gan balmyng and enoynt,15 And into gold addres, at full gude poynt; Hys grundyn dartis clattering by hys syde. Als fresch, als lusty dyd Eneas ryde; With als gret bewte in hys lordly face. And eftyr thai ar cummyn to the chace,20 Amang the montanys in the wild forest, The rynnyng hundis of cuppillys sone thai kest, And our the clewys and the holtis, belyve, The wild beistis doun to the dail thai dryve. Lo! thar the rays, rynnyng swyft as fyre,25 Drevyn from the hyghtis, brekkis out at the swyre: Ane othir part, syne ȝondyr mycht thou se The herd of hartis with thar hedis hie, Ourspynnerand with swyft cours the plane vaill, The hepe of duste vpstowryng at thair taill,30 Fleand the hundis, levand the hie montanys. And Ascanyus, the child, amyd the planys, Joyus and blith hys startling steid to assay, Now makis his rynk ȝondir, and now this way Now prekis furth by thir, and now by thame;5 Langyng, amang faynt frayt beistis ontame, The fomy bair, doun from the hyllis hycht, Or the dun lyoun discend, recontyr he mycht. In the meyn quhile, the hevynnys al about With fellon noys gan to rummyll and rowt.10 A bub of weddir followyt in the tayll, Thik schour of rayn myddillit ful of haill. The Tyriane menȝe skales wydequhar, And al the gallandis of Troy fled heir and thar; And eik with thame the ȝong Ascanyus,15 Nevo to kyng Dardan and to Venus. For feir, to diuers stedis throu the feildis, Thai seik to haldis, howsis, hyrnys and beildis: The ryveris rudly ruschit our hillis bedene. Within a cave is entrit Dido queyn,20 And eik the Troiane duke, al thame alane, By aventur, as thai eschewyt the rane. Erth, the first moder, maid a takyn of wo, And eik of wedlok the pronuba Juno, And of thar cuplyng wittering schew the ayr:25 The flambe of fyreslaucht lychtnyt heir and thar And on the hillys hie toppis, but les, Sat murnand nymphis, hait Oreades. This wes the formaste day of hir glaidnes, And first morrow of hir wofull distres.30 For nother the fasson nor the maner sche Attendis now, nor fame, ne honeste; Ne, from thens furthwart, Dido ony mor Musis on lufe secrete, as of befor, Bot clepis it spousage; and, with that fayr name,5 Clokyt and hyd hir cryme of oppyn schame.

Of Fame that monstre, and kyng Hyarbas fury, And how fra Jove wes send the god Mercury.

The fame heirof, belyve, gan walx and spreid Throu cheif citeis of all Affrik on breid: Fame is myscheif, quham na harm vndyr the lyft In motioun nor sterage is mair swyft.10 Movand scho growis, and, passand our alquhar, Hir strenth encressis and walxis mair and mayr. Lytil, for feir, the fyrst tyme semys sche; Sone eftir rysys to the starnys on hie; Apon the grond scho walkis fra sted to sted,15 And vp amang the clowdis hydis hyr hed. Throu greif of goddis commovyt, and nocht glaid, Erth, the gret moder, bayr this child, as is said, Last systir to Ceyos and Enchelades, Ane huge, horribill, and strange monstre, but les,20 Spedy of fut, and on weyngis swyft as wynd. Quhou mony fedderis bene on hir body fynd, Als mony walkryse eyn lurkis thar vndir, Als feil tongis, that for to tell is wondir, With als feil mouthis carpis sche and beris, Als mony hes scho prik vpstandand eris. By nycht scho fleys amyd the hevyn throu owt,5 Circuland the schaddow of the erth about With huge fard, nother cuyr gevand nor keip Hir eyn anys to rest nor tak a sleip: Al day scho syttis, wachand byssely, Apon the top of nobillis howsis, to spy,10 Or on thir princis palyce with towris hie, And with hir noys gret citeis affrays sche; Als weil ramembring fenȝeit and schrewit sawys, As scho the treuth and verite furth schawis. Thys ilke wensch, that tyme, with mony a taill,15 Glaidly this rumour gan throu the pepill skaill, Telland the thing wrocht, and not wrocht, togiddir: Quhou of the Troiane blude wes cummyn thiddir Ene, with quham the fair Dido be wed Dedenyt, and as husband go to bed;20 And how the wyntir sesson betwix thame tway Thai spend in lang reffell, lust, and play, Of thar realmys na thing remembring, In fowle delyte ybond be Cupyd kyng. Thys menskles goddes in euery mannys mouth25 Skalys thir newis est, west, north, and sowth. Hir cours, onon, but langar tarying, Addressys scho ontill Hyarbas kyng; With hir sawis his mynd inflambyng as fyre, Prouokand hym to wreth and fellon ire.30 To Amon he wes son, beget alswa Apon the maid revist Garamantida: Within his large realmys huge braid Ane hundreth tempillis to Jupiter he maid; Ane hundreth altaris, quharon the walkryfe fyre5 He dedicate, al tymys byrnand schyre; Set wachis in honour of goddis perpetuelly; Of beistis blude the fat grond nevir dry, Strowit with garlandis and flowris of diuers kynd. This ilke kyng, wod wroith, half owt of mynd,10 And for thir schrewyt rumouris for ammovit, In presens of the goddis quhilk he luffit, Befor the altar, to Jupiter, as thai say, Hevand vp handis, devotly thus gan pray: Almychty Jove, quod he, quhamto, feill sys,15 On brusyt beddis hie fest and sacryfys Of Mawrusya the pepill hantis thus, Offeryng to the the honour of Bachus, Consideris thou this? or quhidder, fader, gif we For nocht the dredis, quhen thou lattis thundir fle?20 Or gif thi fyreslauch, the blynd clowdis within, To fley our myndis, in vane makis noys and dyn? Ȝone woman, lait exile and vagabund Com to our boundis, that by pryce bocht the grund A litil village to byg, and quhamto we25 For to manuyr gave the strand of the see, Quhamto our lawis and statutis we gart mak, Our mariage gan lychtly and forsaik, And in hir ryng hes tane Ene for lord. And now that secund Parys, of ane accord30 With his onworthy sort, skant half men beyn, Abufe his hed and halffettis, weil beseyn, Set lyke a mytir the Troiane foly hat, Hys hair enoynt weil prunȝeit vndir that, By reif mantemys hir suld owris be;5 Becaus onto thi templis dayly we Bryngis offerand, and invane hallowis thi name. With syk wordis kyng Hyarbas at hame Makyng hys prayeris, and grippand the altar, Him hard onon almychty Jupiter,10 And hys eyn turnys towart the riall wallis Of Cartage, and thir luffaris, quhilkis so fallis At thai thar fame and gude renown forȝet. Syne thus said to Mercuryus, but let, And with sik maner charge gan hym direk:15 Pas, son, inhaist, graith the wyndis in effek; Slyde with thi feddyrame to ȝon Troiane prynce, Quhilk now in Cartage makis residence, Gevand no cuyr of citeis in Italy To hym ygrant by fatale destany;20 Do beir my message swyftly throw the skyis, Sa to hym thus my wordis on syk wys: His derrest moder promist ws not that he Of hys gydyng sa faynt a man suld be, Nor, for syk causys, hym delyverit twys25 Furth of the Grekis handis, hys ennemys; Bot at he suld haue beyn wys, sage, and grave, Hie senȝeoreis and gret empyre to have, And Itale dant, quhilk brandysis in battell, And, by his dedis, declair and cleyrly tell30 Hym cummyn of Teuceris hie genealogy, And to subdew the warldis monarchy. Of sa gret thingis thocht na wirschip hym steris, Nor for hys honour list not laubour as efferis, Ȝyt than, the fader aucht na wys to envy5 That Ascanyus bruke Romys senȝeory. Speir quhat he beildis, or how that he dar dwell Amang a pepill salbe hys ennemys fell. Hys lynnage tocum in Itale forȝettis he, And gevis na compt of Lavyne the cuntre.10 Byd hym mak saill: this is all in effek; Thiddir on our message thus we the direk. Said Jupiter: and Mercur, but arest, Dressyt to obey hys gret faderis behest: And first ontill hys feyt fast buklyt he15 Hys goldyn weyngis, quharwith he doith fle, Quhen so hym lyst, abuf the fludis on hyght, Or on the erth, with gret fard and swyft flycht. Syne tuke his wand, quharwith, as that thai tell, The pail sawlis he cachis furth of hell,20 And other sum tharwith gan schet full hoyt Deip in the sorofull grisly hellys pote; Quharwith he makis folk sleip, magre thar hed, And revis fra othir al sleip, and to the ded Closis thar eyn, and brekis the stryngis tway:25 Throu help tharof he chasys the wyndis away, And trubly clowdis dyvidis in a thraw. Tho furth he fleys, till at the last he saw The heich top and sydis braid onevyn Of hard Atlas, baryng on his crown the hevyn;30 The mysty clowdis cirkilland his hed about, Quharon of fyrryn treis stant mony rowt, With wynd and storm full oft to schaik and blaw; Hys schulderis heildit with new fallyn snaw: Furth of the chyn of this ilk hasard auld5 Gret fludis ischis, and styf ise schokkyllis cauld Doun from his stern and grysly berd hyngis. Heir first Mercur, with evynly schynand weyngis, Gan hym arest, and with hail fard fra thens Vnto the sey fludis maid hys discens;10 Lyke till a fowle that, endlang the cost syde, About the strandis, of fysch plentuus, and wyde, Fleys by the watyr, skummand the fludis law: Betwix the hevyn and erth, the sam wys, flaw Mercury, clepit the child Cyllenyus,15 Discendyng from hys moder granscher thus; The sandy costis and desertis of Lyby, And eik the wyndis, persyng by and by. And, with the weyngit solys of hys feyt, As he of Cartage fyrst tred on the streyt,20 Eneas foundand towris he gan aspy, And garrand beild new lugyngis byssyly: Belt he wes with a swerd of mettale brycht, Of quham the scawbart with brown jasp wes pight; His rych array dyd our hys schuldris hyng,25 Bet of a purpour claith of Tyre glittering, Fettysly stykkit with prynnyt goldyn thredis; Of mychty Didois gift wrocht all his wedis. Mercur recontris hym, and said onon: Of Cartage now the prowd wallis of stone30 Thou foundis, quod he, and biggis at al devyce A cite, excersyt intill a wyfis seruyce, Thyne awyn materis and realm forȝetting, allace! Hiddir onto the, from his bricht hevynly place, The governour of goddis heth me sent,5 Quhilk rewlys at will erd, hevyn, and elyment; He bad me throw the skyis bair this charge: Quhat beildis thou heir in Lyby or Cartage? Or to quhat fyne or beleif takis on hand To waist thi tyme into this fremmyt land?10 Gif that na lavd ne honour move the list Of sa hie thingis as ar to the promyst, Nor thi selvyn thou wil not occupy To purches thine awyn renown ne glory; Ȝyt than, behald Ascanyus vpwalxing,15 And the gret hope of his seid and ofspring, Quhamtil the realm and kynryk of Itaill, With Romys boundis, beyn destinate, sans faill. On syk wys thus carpys Mercuryus, And in the myddis of his sermond, thus,20 He vanyst far away, I wait nevir quhar. Furth of this mortale syght, in the schyre ayr.

Quhou Eneas hym grathys to depart, To quhom Dido heir carpys with sayr hart.

Bot than Ene half mad and dum stude als, Vpstart his hair, the voce stak in his hals. Sayr he langis to fle and to depart; And that sweit cuntre, on the tother part, To leif ful laith wes hym, or go at large. Astonyst he wes to syt sa hie a charge, Or dysobey the gret godis beheste.5 Allace! quhat suld he do? oneth he wist; Or with quhat wordis suld he now assay The amorus queyn forto requir and pray, Or on quhat wys hys taill he mycht begyn;10 Baith to and fra compasyng, hys breist within, Feill purpossys for euery part about. And, at the last, thus as he stude in dout, Thys resson hym semyt fynaly the best: He callys to hym Mynestheus and Sergest,15 And strang Cloanthus; and bad thai suld, in hy, Do graith hys schyppys and navyn secretly, And gaddir hys folkis towart the cost togydder; Armour and al thyng necessar bring thyddir, And to dissymyll, gif ony axit quhy20 Thai thus addressyt thar geyr sa suddanly: Hym self, he said, the meyn quhile, suld assay To purches leif to pas and go away, And wait hys tyme to speke tharof maist habill, Quhen that the queyn Dido, maist honorabil,25 Suld not beleif sa sone he kouth depart, Nor sa gret luf dissyvir mycht be na art. At hys command thai al glaidly furth went, And bissely begouth speid hys entent. Bot sone the queyn persavyt al the slycht: Quhay may begile a luffar, day or nycht?30 Thar departing at hand fyrst scho aspyis, Dredyng all sovir thing, as is the gys Of euery luffar al tyme to stand in feir. This ilke cursyt Fame, we spak of eyr, Bair to the amorus queyn noys, and gan rown,5 The schippis ar grathand, to pas thai mak thaim boun. Quharfor, inpacient, and myndles in hir rage, Scho wyskis wild throu the town of Cartage; Syk wys, as quhen thir nunnys of Bachus Ruschis and relis our bankis, brays, and bus,10 Quhen, euery thryd ȝeir, on thar payane gys, Thar goddis feist thai hallow with lowd cryis, That, al the nycht, the mont of Cytheron Resoundis of thar clamour, quhar thai gone. And at the last, ȝit thus, of hir fre will,15 Eftir lang musyng, scho spak Eneas tyll: With dissymulance wenyt thou, onfaithfull wight, Thou mycht haue hyd fra me sa fals a slycht, And, myne onwyttyng, steill furth of my land? That nothir our gret lufe, promys, nor rycht hand20 Gevyn me vmquhile, may the heir withhald, Nor cruel deth of Didois cors so cald! Gif thou depart, and forthir quhat wald thou do, In wyntir sesson pres graith thi navy, lo! And the addres to pas throu the wod see,25 Myd tyme quhen stormys and wyndis blaw maist hie; Art thou sa cruel? I put the cace, alsso, That to nane onkouth landis the list go, Nother to fremmyt place, nor stedis will, Bot that auld Troy war ȝyt vpstandand still;30 Aucht thou, ȝit than, leif this weilfair and joy, And in sik perrell seik throu the sey to Troy? Quhat! wilt thou fle from me? allace! allace! Be all thir teris trygland our my face, And be that rycht hand vmquhile thou me gave;5 Sen to my self nocht ellis left I have, Now wrachit catyve; be our treuth plychting eyk, And be our spowsage begunnyn, I the beseik, Gif euer ony thank I deservit towart the, Or ocht of myne to the wes leif, quod sche,10 Haue mercy of our lynnage reddy to spill; Gif tyme remanys ȝit thou heir prayeris will, This fremmyt mynd, I pray ȝou, do away. For the I haue beyn hatyt, this mony a day, With all the pepill of Affrik, and with the kyng15 That rewlys the land of Numyda and ryng; For the myne awyn Tyrianys ar with me wraith; For the is womanheid went and wirschip baith, And my first fame, lavd, and renownye, Quharby I wes rasyt to the starnys hie.20 Reddy to de, and my selvyn to spill, My sweit gest, quhamto thou me leif will? My gest, ha God! quhou al thyng now invane is, Quhen of my spows nane othir name remanys! Bot quharto suld I my ded langar delay?25 Sal I abyde quhil thou be went away, And quhil myne awyn brothir, Pigmaleon, Bet down the wallis of my cite onon, Or stern Hyarbas, kyng of Getule, Led me away into captiuite?30 Bot, at the leist, tofor thi wayfleyng, Had I a child consavyt of thyne ofspryng, Gif I had ony ȝong Eneas small, Befor me forto play within my hall, Quhilk representit by symylitude thi face;5 Than semyt I nocht, thus wys, allace! allace! Aluterly dissauyt nor dissolate. Thus said the queyn Dido, in febil estate. Bot, apon Jovis message fermly he Stude musyng so, he movit nocht ane E;10 Refrenyt his will, hydand in hart his thocht, And, at the last, thir few wordis hes furth brocht: O gentil queyn, that sall I nevir deny, Thy gude deid and desart is mair worthy Than thou with wordis or tong may expreme;15 Nor it sal nevir me irk, na ȝit mysseym, The worthy Dido to hald in fresch memory, So lang as that my self remembir may I, Or quhil the spreit of lyfe this body steris. As the mater requiris, a litil heris:20 I purposyt nocht forto hyde thyftuusly My vayage, nor, as ȝe weyn, secretly Away to steil; quhat nedis ȝou sa to feyn? For I pretendit nevir, be na meyn, With ȝou to mak the band of mariage,25 Nor in that ȝok, ne frendschip in Cartage, Ȝyt come I nevir: bot gif the fatis, but pled, At my plesour sufferit me lyfe to led, At my fre wil my warkis to modyfy, The cite of Troy than first agane suld I30 Restore, and of our deir frendis remanys Gaddir togiddir, and to the venquist Troianys Raparal with my handis agane thar wallis, And beild vp Priamus palyce at now fallis. Bot sen Appollo, clepit Gryneus,5 Gret Italy to seik commandis ws, To Itale eik oraclys of Lycia Admonyst ws, but mair delay, to ga; Thar is my lust now, and delyte at hand, Thar is my cuntre, and my natyve land.10 Gif the, of Cartage the burgh and towris swa, Quhilk art a woman of Phenycia, And the aspect of citeis Affricane Delytis, and withhaldis heir to remane, Quhat wrang is it, caus of envy or schame,15 Thocht Troianys seik to Itale for thar hame? Or is it nocht als lesum and ganand That fynaly we seik to onkouth land? Als oft as day is gone, and the dyrk nycht With hir donk schaddow hydis of the erth the sycht,20 Als oft as schynyng starnys doith vprys, My faderis gost, Anchises, als feil sys Into my sleip mannasis me tharto fast, And oft his feirfull ymage doith me agast; And, in lyke wys, the child Ascanyus,25 Quhais deir hed suffir iniurys is hard to ws, Quham of the realm of Itail I defraud, And fra the grond to hym promyst withhawd. Be athir of our hedis this I sweir; Now laitly eik of goddis the messynger,30 From hie Jupiter in hasty message sent, Down throu the ayr brocht the ilk commandment: On fair day lycht, myne awyn self dyd I se Mercur, the God, entyr in this cite, And his wordis with thir sam eris hard I.5 With thy complayntis ony langar, forthy, Lat be to vex me, or thy self to spyll, Sen I seik nocht to Itale with fre will.

Of the scharp wordys queyn Dydo dyd say, And how Eneas bownys fast away.

Dydo, aggrevit ay quhil he his tayl tald, With acquart luke gan to wart hym behald,10 Rollyng vmquhile hir eyn, now heir, now thar, With syght onstabil waverand our alquhar; And all enragyt thir wordis gan furth braid: Nothir wes a goddes thy moder, as is sayd, Nor ȝyt kyng Dardanus cheif stok of thi kyn,15 Thou treuthles wyght; bot, of a cald hard quhyn, The clekkyt that horribill mont, Cawcasus hait; Thou sowkyt nevir womanis breist, weil I wait, Bot of sum cruel tygir of Araby The pappys the fosterit in the wod Hyrcany.20 To quhat effect suld I hym langar perswaid, Or quhat bettir may beleve than he hes said? Quhiddir gif he murnyt quhen we wepit and walyt? Quhiddir gif he steryt his eyn, as ocht hym alyt? Quhidder gif, for rewth, he furthȝet anys a teyr, Or of hys lufe had piete? na, not to ȝeir. Quhou sal I begyn, quhat first, quhat last to say?5 Now, now, nothir gretast Juno, wallaway! Nor Saturnys son, hie Jupiter, with just eyn Hes our querrell considerit, na ourseyn; For no quhar now faith nor lawte is fund. I ressavyt hym schyp brokkyn fra the sey grund,10 Wilsum, and mystyrfull of al warldis thyng, Syne, myndles, maid hym my fallow in this ryng: Hys navy lost raparalyt I, but faill, And hys feris fred from the deth alhaill. Allace! enragyt or enchantit am I;15 Quhen now Appollo, with hys sossery, And quhilis, he says, the kavillys of Lycia, And quhilis, fra Jupiter down sent alsswa, The messynger of goddis bryngis throu the skyis Sa feirful charge and command on this wys:20 Lyke as the goddis abufe nocht ellys rocht, Bot on thi passage war al thar cuyr and thocht. Nothir wil I hald the, nor thi wordis contrar: Pas on thi way, towart Itale thou fair; Seik throu the fludis with wyndis to that ryng.25 Forsuyth, gif reuthfull goddis may ony thing, Amyd thi way, I traist, on rolkis blak Thou sal deir by thy treuth thou to me brak, And clepe oft my richt name, Dido, Dido! With fyre infernale, in thine absens alsso,30 I sal the follow; and, fra the cald ded Reif from my membris this sawle, in euery sted My gost salbe present the to agrys: Thou salt, onworthy wyght, apon this wys, Be punyst weil; and tharof wald I heyr;5 The fame tharof sal cum onto myne eyr, Vndir the erth, amang the schaddowys law. And this spokkyn, hir sermond, with the ilk saw, Brak scho in twane, ful dolorus in hir thocht: The lycht scho fled, and, als fast as scho mocht,10 Turnys frawart hym, and wyskyt of hys sycht, On seir materis leifand hym pensyve wight, And purposyng to haue said mony thyngis. The damycellis fast to thar lady thryngis, That was in dedly swoun plat for dispar:15 Vp thai hyr hynt, and to hyr chawmyr bayr, Quhilk was of marbill wrocht, and in hir bed Laid softly down apon rych carpettis spred. Bot ȝyt, althocht the reuthfull Eneas The dolorus queyn to meys ful bissy was,20 To do hir comfort, and hir dyseys asswage, And with hys wordis return hir sad curage, Bewalyng mekill hyr sorow and distres, Proplexte in mynd by gret lufe; netheles, The command of the goddis, by and by,25 He execut, and vysseys hys navy. Than byssely the Troianys fell to wark, And mony gret schyp, ballyngar, and bark, Langis the cost brocht in, and bet full weill. Now fletis the mekil holk with tallonyt keyll:30 The burgionyt treys on burd thai bring for aris, Weltis down in woddis gret mastis, and na thing sparis, Saysyng half onwrocht, so ithand thai war fair bown. Rynnand heir and thar, and wendyng fast of town, Ȝhe mycht haue seyn thame haist, lyke emmotis grete5 Quhen thai depulȝe the mekill byng of quhete, And in thar byke it careis, all and sum, Providing for the cald wyntir tocum: The blak swarm our the feildis walkis ȝarn, Tursand throu the gers thar pray to hydlys darn:10 Sum on thar nek the gret cornys vpwrelis, And our the furris bissely tharwith spelys; Sum constrenyng the otheris fast to wirk; And sum the sleuthful chasteis, that thocht irk Of thar labour; quhil euery rod and went15 Wolx of thar ithand wark hait, quhar thai went.

Quhou Dydo send hir systir Ene to pray, And of the grysly syngnys dyd hir affray.

Quhat thocht thou now, Dydo, seand thir thingis? Quhou mony sobbys gave thou and womentyngis, Quhen thou, out of thi castell from the hycht, The large costis beheld thus at a sycht20 Ourspred with Troianys, in fervent bissynes Gan spedely for thar vayage addres, And of thar clamour befor thine eyn dyd se Dyn and resoundyng al the large see? O wytles lufe! quhat may be thocht or do, At thou constrenys nocht mortell myndis therto? Scho is compellit to fal agane to teris,5 And Eneas assay with new prayeris; And condiscendyt hir provd hart to submyt Onto the strenth of lufe thus anys ȝyt: Les scho onwar, but caus, hir deth purvayt, Hir list na thyng behynd leif onassayt.10 Till hir scho gan hir systir call in hy: Annes, quod scho, thou seys how byssely, Our al the cost, for this vayage haist thai, And now the wynd blawis weil to sail away: The maryneris glaid lays thar schippis vndyr croys.15 O systir! in tyme kouth I haue trowyt this loys, And sa gret dolour, I had providyt, but weir, That this displesour suld haue beyn eith to beir. And netheles, for me, onhappy wight, Do this a thing, Annes, with al thi mycht:20 Sen ȝon ilk faithles man, deir systir, the Was wont to cherys, and hald in gret dante, And als hys secretis onto the reveill; Hys sweit entres sum tyme thou knew ful weill, Nane bot thou only the tyme of hys cummyng.25 Pas on, systir; in my name this a thyng Say lawly to my provd fa, and declair, That in the port Aulyda I neuer swair With the Grekis the Troianys to distroy; Nor I non navy send to sege Troy;30 Nor ȝyt his fader Anchises graf schent; I nothir the muldis nor banys tharof rent. Quhy doith he reffus my wordis and prayeris To lat entir in his dul ontretabill eris? Quhidder haistis he sa fast from hys behufe5 Beseik hym grant ontil his wrachyt lufe This lattir reward, sen algatis he wil fle; Tary quhil wynd blaw soft, and stabill see. His ald promys na mair wil I hym crave, Nor band of wedlok, quhilk he hes dissave;10 Nor ȝyt him pray go not to Italy, Ne leif fair realmys, onto him destany: A litil delay I ask, but othir eys, A space my furor to asswage and meys; Quhill that my frawart forton and estait15 Of my beleve schaw me I am frustrait, And tech me for to murn mair paciently. This lattir gift only at hym ask I. Haue mercy, systir, of thy systir deyr: Quhilk seruyce quhen thou done hes, without weir,20 I sal the recompens weil twenty fald, And, quhil my ded, the sam in memor hald. With syklyke wordis hir request scho maid. Hir supplicatioun, with teris ful onglaid, Reportis hir systir, and answer brocht agane25 Quhou al hir prayeris and desyre was invane: For al thar wepyng mycht not him anys steir; Nane of thar wordis lykis hym to heir, Thocht he of natur was tretabill and curtas. The fatis war contrar thar desyre netheles,30 And hys benyng eris the goddis dyttit, That of thar askyng thar was nocht admittit. And lyke as quhen the ancyant aik tre, With hys byg schank, by north wynd oft we se Is ombeset, to bet hym down and ourthraw,5 Now heir, now thar, with the fell blastis blaw, The swouchand byr quhisland amang the granys, So that the hyast branchys, al atanys, Thar croppys bowis towart the erth als tyte, Quhen with the dynt the maister stok schank is smyte;10 And, netheles, the ilk tre, fixit fast, Stikkis to the rochis, not doun bet with the blast: For quhy? als far as his crop heich on breid Strekis in the ayr, als far hys rut doith spreid Deip vndir erth, towart the hell adoun:15 The sammyn wys was this gentil baroun, Now heir, now thar, with wordis ombeset, And in his stout breist, ful of thochtis het, Of reuth and amouris felt the perturbance. Bot euer his mynd stude ferm, for ony chance20 Onmovyt, quhar hys fyrst purpos was set, That al for nocht the teris war furthȝet. Than suythly, the fey Dydo, al affrayt, Seand fatis contrar, eftir deth prayt: Scho irkit of hir lyfe, or to tak tent25 Forto behald the hevynnys firmament. Tharfor, in takyn hir purpos to fulfill, And leif the lycht of lyfe, as was hyr will, As on the altaris byrnand ful of sense The sacrifyce scho offerit, in hir presence,30 A grisly thyng to tell, scho gan behald In blak adyll the hallowyt watir cald Changyt and altyr, and furthȝet wynys gude, Onon returnyt into laithly blude. This visioun sche to nane reveil wald,5 Nor ȝyt to An, hir deir systir, it tald. In wirschip eik, within hir palyce ȝet, Of hir first husband, was a tempil bet Of marbill, and hald in ful gret reverens, With snaw quhite bendis, carpettis, and ensens,10 And festuale burgeonys arrayt, on thar gys: Tharin was hard vocis, spech, and cryis Of hir said spous, clepand hir ful lowd, Evir quhen the dyrk nycht dyd the erth schrowd; And oft with wild scryke the nycht owle,15 Heich on the rufe, alane, was hard ȝowle With langsum voce and a ful petuus beir. And eik bygane the feirful sawis seyr Of the dyvynys, with terribil monysyngis, Affrayt hir by mony grysly syngis.20 And in hir sleip, wod wroth, in euery place Hir semyt cruel Eneas gan hir chace; And evir, hir thocht, scho was left al alane, And, but cumpany, mony far way had gane, To seik hir folkis in a wilsum land.25 Lyke kyng Pentheus, in his wod rage dotand, Thocht he beheld gret rowtis stand in staill Of the Ewmenydes, fureys infernale, And in the lyft twa sonnys schynand cleir; The cite of Thebes gan dowbil to hym appeir:30 Or lyke Orestes, son of Agamenon, On theatreis, in farcis mony one, Rowpyt and sung how he his moder fled, With fyre brondis and blak serpentis ourcled, And saw the furyis, and grisly goddis fed,5 Sittand in the tempill port to wrek hir ded.

Quhou Dydo queyn, hir purpos to covert, Of enchantment dyd contyrfait the art.

Thus quhen Dydo had caucht this frenasy, Ourset with sorow and syk fantasy, And determyt fermly that scho wald de; The tyme quhen, and maner quhou it suld be,10 Compasyng in hir breist, but mair abaid Onto hir dolorus systir thus scho sayd, Hir purpos by hir vissage dissymuland, Schawand by hir cheir gude hope and glad sembland: Systir germane, quod scho, away ȝour smart;15 Beys of ȝour systeris weilfar glaid in hart. I haue the way fundyn, quharby ȝone syre Salbe to me rendryt at my desyre, Or me delyvir from hys lufe al fre. Neyr by the end of the gret occiane see,20 Thar as the son declynys and goys doun, At the far syde of Ethiope regioun, A place thar is, quhar that the huge Atlas On schuldyr rollys the round speir in cumpas, Full of thir lemand starnys, as we se: Thar dwellys, systir, as it is schaw to me, Ane haly nun, a ful gret prophetes,5 Born of the pepill of Massylyne, I ges, And wardane of the ryal tempil, thai sa, Set in the gardyngis hecht Hesperida, And to the walkryfe dragon mete gave sche, That kepyt the goldyn apyllis in the tre,10 Strynkland to hym the wak hunny sweit, And sleipryfe chesbow seyd, to quykkyn his spreit. This woman hechtis, with hir enchantmentis, From luffis bandis to lows al thar ententis Quham so hir lyst, and bynd other sum alsso15 In langsum amouris vehement payn and wo: The rynnand fludis thar watir stop kan scho mak, And eik the starnys turn thar cours abak; And on the nycht the ded gastis assemmyll: Vndir thi feyt the erd rayr and trymmyll20 Thou most se, throw hir incantatioun, And from the hillys treys discendyng down. To wytnes the gret goddis draw I heyr, And thy sweit hed, myne awyn systir deir, Agane my wil, ful sayr constrenyt am I25 Art magyk to excers or sossory. Richt secretly intil our innar clos, Vndir the oppyn sky, to this purpos Pas on, and of treys thou byg a byng To be a fyre, and tharapon thou hyng30 Ȝon mannys sword, quhilk that wikkyt wight Left stykand in our chawmyr this hyndir nyght; Hys cote armour, and othir clethyng all, And eik that maist wrachit bed coniugall, Quharin I perychit and wes schent, allace!5 For so the religyus commandyt has, To omdo and distroy al maner thyng Quhilk may ȝon wareit man to memor bring. This sayd, scho held hir tong; and tharwithall Hir vissage wolx als pail as ony wall.10 Thocht Annes wenyt not hir systir wald Graith sacryfice for hir ded body cald, Nor that syk fury was in hyr breist consavyt; For by na resson dred sche, nor persavyt Now mor displesour or harmys apperand15 Than for Sycheus ded, hir first husband: Quharfor, scho hes hir command done ilk deill. Bot quhen the gret byng was vp beildit weill Of ayk treys and fyrryn schydis dry, Within the secrete clos, vndyr the sky,20 The place with flowris and garlandis stentis the queyn, And crownys about with funerale bewis greyn: Abuf the mowe the forsaid bed was maid, Quharin the figur of Ene scho layd, Hys clethyng, and hys sword at he had left,25 Ramembryng weill the thyng that followyt eft. Feill altaris stude about the fyre funerale, And the religyus nun, with hair down skaill, Thre hundreth goddis with hir mouth rowpyt sche; Herebus, the grysly of the deyp hellys see,30 Chaos, confoundar of Elymentis, alssua, And the thrynfald goddes Proserpina, The thre figuris of the virgyn Dyan. And evir the watir strynklis scho onan, Contyrfait to be of Avernus the well,5 Quhilk lowch is situat at the mouth of hell: Spryngand herbys eftir the cours of the moyn War socht, and with brasyn hukis cuttit soyn, To get thar mylky sap and vennom blak: Thai seik alsso, and owt gan rent and tak10 The lump betwix the new born folys eyn, And fra the moder byreft the lufe sa greyn. The queyn hir self fast by the altar standis, Haldand the meldyr in hir devote handis; Hir ta fute bayr, and the bandis of threyd15 Nocht festynnyt, bot hung by hyr lowys weyd: And, remembring scho was in poynt to de, The goddis all onto wytnes drew sche, The starnys and planetis, gydaris of fatis, And gif thar ony deite be, that watis20 Or persavys luffaris inequale of behest, To haue in memor hir just caus and request.

Quhat sorow dreys queyn Dydo all the nycht, And how Mercur bad Ene tak the flycht.

The nycht followys, and euery wery wight Throu owt the erth hath caucht, onon rycht, The sownd plesand sleip thame lykit best; Woddis and rageand seys war at rest: As the starnys thar myd cours rollys doun, All feildis still, but othir noys or sown, All beistis and byrdis of diuers cullouris seir,5 And quhatsumeuer in the braid lochis weir, Or, amang buskis harsk, leyndis vndir the spray, Throu nychtis sylence slepit quhar thai lay; Mesyng thar bissy thocht and curis smart, All irksum laubour forȝet and owt of hart.10 Bot the onrestles fey spreit dyd not so Of this onhappy Phenyssane Dydo; For neuer mair may scho sleip a wynk, Nor nychtis rest in eyn or breist lat synk: The hevy thochtis multipleis euer on ane:15 Strang luf begynnys to rage and rys agane And fellon stormys of ire gan hir to schaik Thus fynaly scho owt bradis, allaik! Rollyng alane seir thyngis in hir thocht: Ha! quhat do I? quod scho, all is for nocht.20 Sall I thus mokkit, and to hething dryve, My fyrst luffaris agane assay belyve? Or sal I lawly sum lord Numydane Pray and beseik of mariage now agane, Quhom I sa oft lychtlyit to spows or this?25 Na, wyll I not: quhat? sal I than, I wys, Follow the Troiane navy in strange landis. And reddely obey al thar commandis? I hope it sal profyte, na litill thyng, My gret help done thame and suppowellyng;30 For amang kynd folkis this is na dreid, Weil is remembrit the ald thankful deid. Bot thocht, in cace, to do this war my will, Quha wald me suffir my purpos to fulfyll, Or in thar prowd schippis me ressaue?5 Thus drevyn to hethyng, and al thi grace bywave, Tynt woman, allace! baris thou not ȝyt in mynd The maynsweryng of fals Laomedonis kynd? And maratour, quhat ettill I for to do? A Queyn alane to steil away thus, lo!10 Accumpanyit bot with mery maryneris? Or than with all my Tyrianys, as efferis, And all my power assemblit me about, On schipburd entyr with al that huge rowt Quhilk furth of Sydon scarsly draw I mycht,15 Sal I thame cach agane our seys lycht? Byd thame mak saill onon, and a new rays? Na, rather de, as thou deservyt has, And with a swerd mak of this duyl ane end. O systir germane, thou me fyrst taucht and kend,20 Allace the quhile! and offerit me to my fo; Thou with thir harmys ourchargit me alsso, Quhen I fell fyrst into this rage, quod sche, Bot so to do my teris constrenyt the. Was it not lefull, allace! but cumpany,25 To me but cryme in chawmyr alane to ly, Or led my lyfe lyke to thir beistis wild, And not beyn thus with thocht nor harmys fild? Allace! onkepit is the trew cunnand Hecht to Sycheus assys, my first husband.30 Syk gret complayntis from hir breist bryst kan. Bot Eneas, sovir to depart or than, And al hys neidful thyngis grathit, by and by, Heich in hys eft schyp sownd slepand kan ly; Quhamto in visioun the sam god dyd appeir,5 In syklyke figur as that he dyd eyr, Onto Mercuryus lyke, in al fasson, Baith cullour of vissage, and of vocis sown, In form of a ȝongker with membris fair, Plesand of cheir, and ȝallow glytterand hair.10 Hym thocht agane he monyst on this wys: Son of the goddes, quhou is this heir thou lyis? Quhat? may thou vndir sa gret danger sleip, And, al forvayit, takis nothir cuyr nor keyp For to behald quhat perrellys about the standis,15 Nor harknys the fair wynd blawys of landis? Scho quham thou knawys, within hir breist ful hait Sorowfull vengeans compasis and dissait, And certanly determyt for to de, In diuers stowris of ire brandysys sche:20 Quhy wilt thou not fle spedely be nycht, Quhen forto haist thou hes laser and mycht? Thou salt, onon, behald the seys large All ombeset with toppyt schyp and barge, The feirful brandis and blesys of hait fyre,25 Reddy to byrn thi schippys, lemand schyre, And al the cost belyve of flambys scald, Gyf, quhil to morow, tary in this land thow wald. Haue done, speid hand, and mak na mair delay, Variabill and changeand thyngis beyn wemen ay.30 And sayand this, into the dyrk nyght He gan hym hyde, and vanyst out of sycht. Eneas, of this hasty visioun affrayit, Gan start on fut, and fast his feris assayit: A walk onon, get vp my men in hy,5 Tyte to ȝour wardis, span aris bissely, Schaik down the salys sone, and lat ws wend. From the hie hevyn the god agane is send, Lo! spurrand ws to haist and fle away, And byddis smyte the twyne cabyll in tway.10 O blissyt wyght! quhat god at evir thou be, We sal obey thi charge, and follow the, And thy command fulfyll agane blithly; Besekyng the assist to ws frendly Help and support, with prospir influens15 The hevyn and starris dres our vayage hens. And, with that word, hys scherand sword als tyte, Hynt owt of scheith, the cabil in twa gan smyte. The sam maner of haist caucht al the lave: Thai hurl away, ankyrris vphynt and rave;20 Left the costis desert on athir sydis; The stabil sey vndir the schippis slydis; The stour of fame vpwelt thai egyrly, And swepis our the haw fludis in hy.

Quhou queyn Dydo beheld Ene depart, And quhat scho said with harmys at hir hart.

Be this Aurora, leifand the purpour bed Of hir lord Titan, heth the erd ourspred With new days licht: and quhen the queyn The first grekyng of the day hes seyn, And fra hir hie wyndoys gan espy,5 With bent sail furth caryand, the navy; The costis and the schor al desolate Behaldis eik, but owthir schip or bate; Hir fayr quhite breist, thar as scho dyd stand, Feil tymys smate scho with hir awyn hand,10 And, ryvand hir bricht haris petuusly, Jupiter, quod scho, sal he depart, ha, fy! And leful tyll a vavengeour stranger Me and my realm betrump on this maner? Sal not my menȝe to harnes ryn in hy15 Our al the town, and follow bissely? Speid, tak ȝon schippis, on burd fast to the raid, Haist sone, and kast on thame fyre blesis braid, Schute dartis thik, and qwel thame with ȝour glavys. Quhat said I? or quhar am I? now thou ravys;20 Quhat wodnes, fey Dydo, movis thi mynd? Now art thou hyt with frawart werdis onkynd? Sa til haue done than had bene mair ganand Quhen thou hym gave the ceptour of thi land. Ha! now behald hys gret prowes, quod sche, Hys reuthful piete, and faith! is not ȝon he, Quham, as thai say, the goddis of hys land In hys navy careis our sey and sand? Is not ȝon he, quhom on his schulderis, thai say,5 For reuth his agit fader bair away? Mycht I not caucht and rent in pecis his cors, Syne swak the gobbettis in the sey by fors Of hym and all hys fallowys? weill I mocht: And eik ȝone sam Ascanyus mycht I nocht10 Haue trynschit with a sword, and maid a meys To his fader tharof to eyt at deys? Forsuyth, in cace the aventur of bataill Had beyn doutsum; wald God it war assaill! Quham sall I dreid, now reddy for to de?15 Wald God I mycht, in ȝon navy I se, The hait fyre brandis set, and euery boyr Fyll all with flambys red, and forthirmor Baith fader and son, with hail generacioun, That I had brynt, distroyit, and bryttynyt doun,20 And thame abuf syne ded my self had laid! O thou brycht son, that, with thi bemys glayd, All erdly laubour clengis, circuland about; And thou Juno, mediatrix, but dout, Of al thir hevy thochtis, and weill thame knawis;25 And thou Proserpyne, quhilk, by our gentile lawys, Art rowpit hie, and ȝellyt lowd by nyght, In forkyt ways, with mony mudy wight; And ȝe infernale fureys, that wrekis al wrang; And ȝe goddis eik, quham now amang30 Dido standis reddy to cum in poynt to de; Ressaue thir wordis quhilkis I sal say, quod sche, Withdraw fra hyne ȝour gret mychtis, quharby Schrewis awcht be punyst for thar cryme, and not I; And thir our prayeris accept, we ȝou beseik.5 Gyf it be necessar, and determyt eik, Ȝon wikkit hed in portis of Itale To entir and cum, or to thai boundis saill; And gyf the fatis and Jove wil it be so, And hes decreit he fynaly thyddir go;10 Ȝit, at the lest, thar mot he be assail, With hardy pepill ay trublyt in bataill; By fors of armys expellyt hys boundis eik, Far from Ascanyus help, constrenyt beseik Ayd and supple; and als that he behald15 Feil cayrfull corsys of hys folk ded and cald: And quhen alsso hym self submyt hes he Vndir payce and lawis of iniquite, That he bruke nowthir realm, nor gude lyfe led, Bot fal fey or his day, and sone be ded,20 And ly onerdyt in myddis of the sandis. Thys I beseik ȝou, hevand vp my handis: This is my lattir word at I conclude, Furthȝettand it togidder with my blude. And forthirmor, O ȝe, my Tyrianys,25 Quhilk now in Affrik at Cartage remanys, Ȝone clan, with thar successioun and kynrayd, Persew with haitrent perpetual, and invaid: Onto my assys grant this a gift, quod sche. Nevir luf nor payce betwix thir pepill be:30 Of our levingis sum revengar mot spryng, With fyre and sword to persew and doun thryng The lauboreris discend from Dardanus. Now fra thyne furth, all that succedis til ws, Quhen euer thai may fynd tyme, with strenth and mycht5 Batail to batail mot thai debait in fyght: Thir costis mot be to tharis contrar ay, And to thar stremys our seys frawart, I pray, Thar ofspring eik amang thame self mot debate. Thus said scho, and with that word, God wate,10 Hir faynt spreit in al partis writhis sche, Sekand the way, alssone as it mycht be, Forto bereif hir self the irksum lyve. Tho callys scho to hyr Barcen belyve, Nurys vmquhile to Sychey hir husband;15 For hir awyn nurys in hir native land Was beryit in to assis broun or than. Deir nurys, quod scho, fech my sister An; Byd hir in haist with watir of a flude Hir body strynkil; the bestis, and the blude,20 And clengyng graith scho knawis, with hir bring: Se on this wys scho cum, forȝet na thyng; And thou thy self thine halffettis als array With haly garland. My will is to assay, And now perform the sacryfyce in hy,25 That onto Pluto dewly begun haue I; To mak end of my dolorus thochtis all, And byrn ȝon Troiane statw in flamb funeral. Thus said Dido; and the tother, with that, Hychit on furth with slaw pays lyke a trat.30

Heir followis of the famus queyn Dydo The fatale dynt of deth and mortale wo.

Bot now the hasty, egyr, and wild Dydo, Into hyr cruell purpos enragyt so, The bludy eyn rollyng in hir hed, Wan and ful paill for feir of the neir ded, With chekis freklyt, and al of tythirris bysprent,5 Quakyng throu dreid, ruschit furth, or scho wald stent, Onto the innar wardis of hyr place, As wod woman clam on the byng, allace! And furth scho drew the Troiane swerd, fute hait, A wapyn was neuer wrocht for syk a nate.10 And sone as sche beheld Eneas clething, And eik the bed bekend, a quhile wepyng, Stude musyng in hir mynd; and syne, but baid, Fel in the bed, and thir last wordis faid: O sweit habyte, and lykand bed, quod sche,15 So lang as God lyst suffir and destane, Ressaue my blude, and this sawle that on flocht is, And me delyvir from thir hevy thochtis. Thus lang I levyt haue, and now is spent The term of lyfe that forton heth me lent;20 For now my gret gost vndir erth mon go. A richt fair cite haue I beild alsso: Myne awyn wark and wallys behald haue I: My spows wrokyn of my brothir ennemy, Fra hym byreft hys tressour, and quyt hym weill. Happy, allace! our happy, and ful of seyll, Had I beyn, only gyf that neuer nane At our cost had arryvit schip Troiane. And sayand this, hir mouth fast thristis sche5 Doun in the bed: Onwrokyn sal we de? De ws behufis, scho said, and quhou; behald! And gan the scharp sword to hir breist vphald; Ȝa, thus, thus lykis ws starve and to depart: And, with that word, rave hir self to the hart.10 Now lat ȝon cruel Troiane swelly and se This our fyre funerale from the deip see, And of our deth turs with hym fra Cartage Thys takyn of myscheif in hys vayage. Quod scho: and, tharwith, gan hir seruandis behald15 Hir fallyn and stekit on the irne cald; The blude outbullyrand on the nakyt swerd; Hir handis furthsprent. The clamour than and rerd Went to the toppys of the large hallys; The noys ran wild out our the cite wallis,20 Smate all the town with lamentabill murnyng. Of greting, gowlyng, and wyfly womentyng, The ruffis dyd resound, bray, and rayr, Quhil huge bewalyng al fordynnyt the air: Nane other wys than thocht takyn and doun bet25 War al Cartage, and with ennemys ourset, Or than thar natyve cite, the town of Tyre; And furyus flambe, kendillit and byrnand schyre, Spredyng fra thak to thak, baith but and ben, Als weil our templis as howsis of othir men.30 Hir systir An, spreitles almaist for dreid, Heirand sa feirful confluens thyddir speid, With nalys ryvand reuthfully hir face, And smytand with hir nevis hir breist, allace! Fast ruschis throu the myddis of the rowt,5 And on the throwand, with mony sprauch and schout, Callys by name: Systir germane, quod scho, Och! was this it thou fenȝeit the to do? Hes thou attempyt me with syk dissait? This byng of treys, thir altaris, and fyris hait,10 Is this the thyng thai haue onto me dycht? Quhat sall I first compleyn, now dissolate wight? O deir systir, quhen thou was reddy to de, Ha! quhy hes thou sa far dyspysyt me As to reffus thi systir with the to wend?15 Thou suld haue callyt me to the sammyn end; That the ilk sorow, the sammyn swerd, both tway, And the self hour, mycht haue tane hyne away. Thys funeral fyre with thir handis biggyt I, And with my voce dyd on our goddis heir cry,20 To that effect as, cruel, tobe absent, Thou beand thus sa duylfully heir schent! Sistir, allace! with my counsell haue I The, and my self, and pepill of Sydony, The heris all, and eik thi fayr cite,25 Distroyt and ondoyn for ay, quod sche. Fech hiddir sone the well watir lew warm, To wesch hir woundis, and hald hir in myne arm; Syne with my mowth at I may sowk, and se Gyf spreit of lyve left in hir body be.30 This sayand, the hie byng ascendis onane, And gan enbrays half ded hir systir germane, Culȝeand in hir bosum, and murnand ay, And with hir wympil wipyt the blude away. And scho agane, Dydo, the dedly queyn,5 Pressyt fortil vplift hir hevy eyn, Bot tharof falys; for the grysly wound Deip in hir breist gapis wyde and onsound. Thrys scho hir self raxit vp to rys; Thrys on hir elbok lenys; and als feill sys10 Scho fallys bakwart in the bed agane: With eyn rollyng, and twynkland vp ful fane, Assays scho to spy the hevynys lyght; Syne murmouris, quhen scho tharof gat a sycht. Almychty Juno havand reuth, by this,15 Of hir lang sorow and tarysum ded, I wys, Hir mayd Irys from the hevyn hes send, The throwand sawle to lowys, and mak ane end Of al the juncturis and lethis of hir cors: Becaus that, nothir of fatis throu the fors,20 Nor ȝit by natural ded, peryschit sche, Bot fey, in hasty furour emflambyt hie, Befor hir day had hir self spilt; Or that Proserpyne the ȝallow haris gilt From hir fortop byreft, or dubbyt hir hed25 Onto the Steygian hellis flude of ded. Tharfor dewy Iris throu the hevyn With hir safron weyngis flaw ful evin, Drawand, quhar scho went, forgane the son cleir, A thousand cullouris of diuers hewys seir;30 And abufe Dydoys hed arest kan: I am commandyt, said scho, and I man Omdo this hayr, to Pluto consecrate, And lowis thi sawle out of this mortale stait. Thys sayand, with rycht hand hes scho hynt5 The hair, and cuttis in twa, or that scho stynt; And thar withall the naturale heyt outquent, And, with a puft of aynd, the lyfe furthwent.