The Æneid of Virgil Translated Into Scottish Verse
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CAP. XII
Ȝit comptis the poet the chiftanys al and sum,Aganys the Troianys sal in weirfar cum.Lo, Clausus eik, that douchty was and gude,Discendit of the ancyent Sabinis blude,A mekil rowt furth ledis to the weir,As gret man worthy syk ane ost to steir;Fra quham the clan and pepill ClaudyaneIs cummyn our all the boundis Italiane,Eftir that Rowme was gevin and maid freTo the Sabynys, as thar proper cite.Togidder can assembill a huge rowtThat fra the cite Amatern flokkis owt;The ancyent Sabynys hait Quyrites then,And of Erety all the fensabill men,Of Mytisca, quhilk now heicht Tribule,Quhar growys of olyve treys gret plente;All thai that dwellis in cite Nomentyne,Or rosy feildis besyde the layk Velyne,Or on the scharp craggy rochis hie,Quhilk for harsknes ar clepit Tetryce,With hyngand hewys and mony a skowland bra;Thidder held the cite of Casperia,Thai that inhabittis Forolas that towne,Or on the flude Hymella vp and downe;All thai that drynkis of Tibir the ryver,Or Fabarus that rynnys fresch and cleir;And thai that wynys in Nursya so cald,And of Ortyne the navy gret and bald;The Latyn pepill alsso, and all thaQuhar the onhappy flude of AllyaFlowis throw the boundis and bedyis thar land.Als thik thai gadder, and flokkis fra hand to hand,As evir the fomy bullerand wallis hieIs seyn weltyr on the large Lybyane see,Quhen the stormy Orion hys hed schrowdisIn wyntir vnder the blak watry clowdis;Or how feil eichyrris of corn thik growyng,With the new sonnys heit byrsillit, doys hyngOn Hermy feildis in the symmyr tyde,Or in the ȝallow corn flattis of Lyde:Alsmony scheildis clattris and targatis,That for dynnyng of thar feyt all the gatis,For stamping stedis, and for trumpys blast,The grond wolx all affrayt and agast.The ennemy to Troiane name onon,The bastard son of kyng Agamemnon,Hait Halesus, can with fers mud acwartAdioyn hys horsis forto draw his cart,And, in the aid of Turnus and supple,A thousand fers folkis assemlyt he:Thay quhilkis with rakis ourturnys euery braFertyll of wynys in the mont Massica;And thame alsso dwelland in hillys he,Send from the ald faderis of Arunca cite;And thai that dwellis hard on the sey brayBesyde the cite of Sydycina,Or come fra Cales into Champany,With all tha pepillis into cumpanyInhabitant the schauld flude Wlturnus,And frawart folkis, hait Saticulus,Togiddir eik with the haill multitudeOf Oscores, that pepill stern and rude.Thyr bair in feild, of wapynnys in the stedis,Round casting dartis, or macis with pikit hedis,Quhilk, in thar leid, is clepit ane Aclyd;And, so it mycht the mair suyrly abyde,Onto thar armis is knyt with a tewch stryng,Quharwith thai do it at thar fays slyng.A ballen pavys coverys thar left sydis,Maid of hart skynnys and thik oxin hydis;And crukyt swerdis, bowand as a syth,Thai bair at hand reddy to draw ful swith.Nor thow, Oebalus, onreknyt sal nocht wendBy our metyr, but lovyng and commend,Quham kyng Telon engendrit, as thai say,On Sabetrydes, the lusty nymphe or may,That tyme quhen he ryngnyt as lord and kyngOur Capreas ilys, and in governyngLed the pepill hait Theleboes bald;Or than, far step in age was he and ald:Bot hys son, this Oebalus, in his ententOf his faderis boundis stud nocht content,That lang afor to his obeysans heSubdewit had the pepill Sarraste,And all the large feildis, bonk and bus,Quhilk ar bedyit with the ryver Sarnus;Thai that occupyit Rusa and Batulane,In Champany rich and strang townys twane;The planys eik and sulȝe of Celene,Quhilk dedicat ar onto Juno quene;And thai behaldis the weirly wallit citeOf Nola, witht his stalwart towris he,Quhar gret plente of apillis orrange growis:Quhilk pepill in thar weirfar had na bowis,Bot wer accustumit forto thraw oft sysThe castyng speris on the Duchmenis gys;Quhais hed gere war of ful sobir extent;Maid of the cork or bark fra treis rent;Bukclaris thai bair, with boys or plait of steill,And schynand swerdis of mettal burnyst weillThai pepill eik that clepit beyn Nursanys,Quhilkis in the strait and hie montanys remanys,Send to the feld ane chiftane of defens,Of worthy fame, the renownyt Vfens;Happy in armys and redowtit was he:Bustuus abuf al otheris his menȝe,The folkis clepit of Equicola,That hard furrys had telit mony a da,And all enarmyt laubour thai thar land;Thai hant ful oft huntyng in woddis at hand;Evir lykis thame to cach and dryve awayThe recent spreith, and fresch and callour pray,And on spulȝe to leif and on rapyne.Onto this batale bownys the preste dyvyne,Vmbro to name, the strenthyast a manOf all the pepill in Marrubya clan,Send fra the kyng Archippus with his feris,As thar chiftane and rewlar in the weris,Hys helm arrayt with a garland schenePlet of the happy olyve branchis grene.All kynd of eddir and hissand serpent fellWith incantatioun he couth gar ryfe and swell,Or cast apon thame sleping with his sang,And, with his charmys and his herbis strang,Thar wraith and wenom couth he dant and mes,And heill thar stangyng, and sik hurtis eys.Bot he couth fynd no curis nor remedeTo salf hym from the Troiane speris hed:Hys slepy charmys had no fors nor mycht,Ne herbis gadderit on Marsys montis hycht,To help thai hurtis he caucht in the melle.O souerane preist, quhat reuth was it of the!For the the woddis wepyt of Angytus,The cristal strandis murnyt of Fuscynus,The bewalit cleir lakis and spryng wellis,Nymphis, virgynys, matronys, and damysellis.Furth to the batale eik held Virbyus,The son mast semly of Hippolitus:Hys cheif maternal cite, ful of mycht,Aricya, furth sent this worthy knycht:In schawis schene, endlang the watir braOf flud Hymetes, by AgeryaThat nymphe he fosterit was ful tenderly,Quhar as of manswete Diane fast tharbyThe altar, eith fortyl aples, vpstandis,Oft ful of sacrifice and fat offerandis.For mony haldis opinion, sayand thusBe common voce and fame; Hippolitus,Eftir that he slane was, and to ded dychtBy fals dissait of his stepmoderis slycht,And had eik sufferit by his blude and brethThe cruel panys of his faderis wreth,As tobe harlit with hors, that caucht affrayAnd skeichit at a merswyne by ther way;Ȝit nevir the les, for the luf of Dian,He was restorit to this ilk lyfe agane,And come to dwell vndir our hevin and ayr,That heir abuf contenys thir starnys fair:Quhilk cuyr was done by Asculapyus sle,Throw the mychtis of the roys Pyone.Than Jupiter almychty fader hie,Havand disdene ony mortal suld beRasyt to lyfe, or over warldis lycht,From the dyrknes of neddir hellis nycht,The fyndar of this crafty medycyne,Quhilk was byget be the god Appollyne,That is to knaw, this Asculapyus,With thunderis dynt bath fell and dangerusVnder the erth smate dovn, forto remaneIn hellis ground and watir Stigiane.Bot than the thrynfald Diane ful of blysIn secret place Hippolitus with thisHyd, and betaucht Agerya the may,Tobe kepit in the ilk forest gay;Quhar, him allane, in woddis of ItalyHys lyfe he led onknaw of ony wy,And quhar he first was hait Hippolitus,Changit his name, yclepit Vyrbyus.And, be this self resson ȝit alsso,From the tempill of Dian euermoThir horny hovit horssis bene debarrit;For sa mekil as thai at the sey monstreis skarrit,And brak the cart throw thar ondantit mycht,And furth swakkit Hippolitus, gentil knycht.Ȝit netheles, hys son, this Virbyus,The ardent stedis fers and chevalrusThrow owt the plane feild dryvis al in feir,And furth hurlis his chariot to the weir.CAP. XIII
Quhou Turnus to this batal bownys to ga,And als this weirlyke woman Camylla.Turnus him self, of weir the cheif capitane,Amyd pryncis and gret chiftanys ilkaneEnarmyt walkis, turnand to and froWith corps of statur eligant, that so,Quhar as he went throw out the rowtis on hie,Abuf thame all hys hed men mycht weil se,Quharon his helm set ful richly schaneWith cristis thre lyke til ane lokkyrrit mane;Tharon as tymbrill standing Chymera,That wondrus monstre, with wide chaftis blaFurth blawand fyre and flambe sulphureus,Lyke byrnand Ethna, that mont peralus:The mair wod wraith and furyus wolx sche,With sorofull fyre blesys spowtand hie,Evir as the batale worthis mor cruellBy effusioun of blude and dyntis fell.Hys schynand scheld was all of fyne gold bet,Quhar in thar was, insted of armys, setIo the wench, sum tyme but hornys, nowWith hair ourgrow, transformyt in a kow;Quhilk was gret argument and probatiounThat he was of his blude a Gregioun.The kepar eik of this ilk maid, Argus,Was porturit thar, and fader Inachus,Furth of ane pantyt pig, quhar as he stude,A gret ryver defundand or a flude.Ane ost of fut men, thik as the hail schour,Followys this Turnus, dryvand vp the stour;With scheildis schrowdyt mony huge rowtThik forgaderis the large feildis about:Thai ȝonkeris quhilk of Grekis war discendThe power of Arunca thiddir send,The garnysons alsso of Rutilyanys,And the ancyent pepill hait Sycanys,Of Sacrane the army bald in feildis,The Lybicanys eik with thar pantit scheildis.Quhilk telys on thy bankis, Tybyr flude,Or ȝit endlang thy gresy brays gude,O Numycus, thou hallowit fresch ryver,And thai that with scharp cultyr teil and scheirOf Rutuly the hilly knowis hie,Or camy eyge, and holtis fair to se,That Circeus to surname clepit ar;Quhar Anxurus, the berdles Jupiter,For patron is hallowit our the planys,And Juno eik ful joyusly remanysIn Feronya, hir sweit schaw ay greyn,Neir by the blak laik clepit Satureyn,Quhar as the chil ryver, hait Vfens,Sekis with narrow passage and discensAmyd holl valeis his renk and ische,And hydis hym self within the Tyrrhene see.Abuf all thir the stowt wench Camylla,Of the famyl and kynrent of Volsca,Com ledand armyt ostis and stern feldis,In burnyst plait arrayt and schynand scheldis;Forsuyth, ane worthy weriour was sche:Hir womanly handis nothir rok of treNe spyndill vsit, nor brochis of Mynerve,Quhilk in the craft of claith makyng doys serve;Bot ȝit this maid was weil accustumateTo suffer bargane dowr, and hard debait,And throu the speid of fut in hir rynnyngThe swift wyndis prevert and bakwart dyng:Or than alsso so spedely couth scho fleOur the cornys, ourtred thar croppis hie,That with hir curs na reid ne tendir straWas harmyt ocht, na hurt by ony way:And, throu the boldnand fludis amyd the seeBorn soverly, furth hald hir way mycht sche,The swyft solis of hir tendir feytNocht twichand onys the watir hir to weit.All ȝong folkis, on hir forto ferly,Furth of howsys and feldis flokkis in hy.Litil childer and matronys awondringOn far behaldis hir stowt pays in a lyng,So manfully and baldly walkis sche,With spreit abasyt thai gove hir forto se:Quhat wys hir slekyt schuldris war arrayWith kyngly purpour, honorabill and gay;And quhou the hair was of this damoysellKnyt with a button in a goldyn kell;And how a quavir clos scho bair alssua,With grondyn dartis wrocht in Lycia;And ane hail sipplyn of a gret myr tre,Quhilk hyrdis mycht ourheld with bewis he,In maner of a speir in hand scho bair,Hedit with forgit steill full scharp and squair.Alswith as Turnus, our the master towrOf Lawrentum, hys baner quhite as flourIn syng of batale dyd on breid display,The trumpys blast and hornys maid deray;And stern stedis stampyng for the dyn,The armour clattris, fast ilk man can ryn:Incontinent togidder, with myndis amovit,All Latyum assemblit sone controvitAne coniuratioun or hasty convyne,As in feirfull affray thar land to tyne,And wod wraith wolx thir ȝonkeris, he and he,With byrnand hartis fers to the melle.The first chiftanys for assay or defens,The gret Mesapus, and the strang Vsens,With Mezentyus of Goddis contempnar,The rowtis for supple baith neir and farCompellis to assemble with thar poweris,And large feildis laid waist of lawboreris.Ane Venulus alsso was send, a Greik,To gret Diomedis cite, to beseikSupple and help, and to schaw all and sumQuhou Troianys war discend in Latyum;Ene with navy arryvit vp at hand,And brocht his venquyst Goddis in thar land,Sayand that, by the fatis and destance,He thiddir callit was as kyng tobe:And that he suld eik to Diomedis schawThat mony pepill war adionyt and drawOnto this ilk forsaid strangear knycht,For he was cummyn of Dardanus the wyght,And wyde quhar our al partis of ItalyHys name begouth to spreid and multiply.And sen he had begun sic thing on hand,Quhat syne he etlyt mycht be vnderstand;That is to knaw, gif forton war so heyndBy aventour of weir tobe his frend,Mair evidently he covat to proceidAgane his ancyent ennemy, Diomed,Than to ourset the ȝong knychtly Turnus,Or ȝit ourcum the ald kyng Latynus.THE PROLOUG OF THE AUCHT BUKE
Of dreflyng and dremys quhat dow it to endite?For, as I lenyt in a ley in Lent this last nycht,I slaid on a swevynnyng, slummyrrand a lite,And sone a selcouth seg I saw to my sycht,Swownand as he swelt wald, sowpyt in syte,Was nevir wrocht in this warld mair wofull a wycht;Ramand, Resson and rycht is rent be fals ryte,Frendschip flemyt is in Frans, and faith hes the flycht,Leys, lurdanry, and lust, ar our laid starn;Peax is put owt of play,Welth and weilfar away,Luf and lawte baith twayLurkis ful darn.Langour lent is in land, all lychtnes is lost,Sturtyn study hes the steir, distroyand our sport,Musyng marris our myrth half mangit al most;So thochtis thretis in thra our brestis ourthwort,Bailfull bessynes baith blys and blithnes can bost:Thar is na sege for na schame that schrynkis at schort,May he cum to hys cast be clokyng, but cost,He rekkis nowder the rycht nor rakles report;All is weill done, God wate, weild he hys will.That bern is best can nocht blynWrangwys gudis to wyn;Quhy suld he spair, for ony syn,Hys lust to fulfyll?All ledis langis in land to laucht quhat thame leif is:Lufferis langis only to lok in thar laceThir ladeis lufly, and louk but let or releifis,Quha sportis thame on the spray sparis for na space;The gallyart groym grunschis at grammys hym grevis,The fillok hyr deformyt fax wald have a fair face,To mak hir maikles of hir man at myster myscheif is;The gudwif grulyng befor God gretis eftir grace,The lard langis eftir land to leif to his ayr;The preist for a personage,The seruand eftir his wage,The thral tobe of thrillage,Langis ful fair.The myllar mythis the multyr with a met skant,For droucht had drunkyn vp his dam in the dry ȝeir;The cadgyar callis furth his capill with crakkis wail cant,Calland the colȝar a knafe and culron ful qweir:Sum schippart slais the lardis scheip, and says he is a sanct,Sum grenys quhil the gyrs grow for his gray meir,Sum sparis nowder spiritual, spowsyt wife, nor ant,Sum sellis folkis sustynance, as God sendis the feir,Sum glasteris and thai gang at, and all for gait woll:Sum spends on the ald vse,Sum makis a tvme ruse,Sum grenys eftir a guse,To fars his wame full.The wrach walis and wryngis for this warldis wrak,The mukkyrrar murnys in his mynd the meil gaue na pryce,The pyrat pressys to peill the peddar hys pak,The hasartouris haldis thame hereyt, hant he nocht the dyce;The burges byngis in hys boith, the brovne and the blakByand bessely, and bane, buge, bevir, and byce;Sum ledys langis on the land, for love or for lak,To sembyll with thar schaftis, and set apon sys;The schipman schrenkis the schour, and settis to schor:The hyne crynys the corn,The broustar the beir schorn,A fest the fedlar to mornCovatis full ȝor.The ralȝear raknys na wordis, bot ratlis furth ranys,Full rude and ryot ressons baith roundalis and ryme;Swengeouris and scurryvagis, swankeis and swanys,Gevis na cur to cun craft, nor comptis for na cryme,With berdis as beggaris, thocht byg be thar banys,Na laubour list thai luk till, thar lufsis ar byrd lyme:Get ane bysmer a barn, than all hir blys gane is,Scho will nocht wirk thocht scho want, bot wastis hir tymeIn thiggyn, as it thrift war, and other vayn thewis,And slepis quhen scho suld spyn,With na will the warld to wyn;This cuntre is full of caymis kyn,And sik schire schrewis.Quhat wikkytnes, quhat wanthrift now in warld walkis!Baill hes banyst blythnes, bost gret brag blawis,Prattis ar reput polycy and peralus pawkis,Dignyte is laid dovn, darth to the dur drawis;Of tratlys and tragedyis the text of all talk is:Lordis ar left landles be onleill lawys;Burgessis bryngis hame the bothe to breid in thar bawkis;Knychtis ar kowhubeis, and commonys plukkyt crawis;Clerkis for oncunnandnes mysknawis ilk wight:Wifis wald haue all thar will,Enewch is nocht half fyll,Is nowder resson nor skillIn erd haldin rycht.Sum latyt latton, but lay, lepys in lawyd lyt,Sum penys furth a pan boddum to prent fals plakkis;Sum gowkis quhill the glas pyg grow full of gold ȝit,Throu cury of the quynt essens, thocht clay muggis crakkis:Sum wernour for this warldis wrak wendis by hys wyt;Sum trachour crynys the cunȝe, and kepys corn stakkis;Sum prygpenny, sum pyke thank with prevy promyt,Sum jarris with a jed staf to jag throu blak jakkis.Quhat fenȝeit fair, quhat flattry, and quhat fals talys!Quhat mysery is now in land!Quhou mony crakkyt cunnand!For nowther athis, nor band,Nor selis avalis.Prestis, suldbe patteraris and for the pepill pray,Tobe Papis of patrimon and prelaceis pretendis;Ten tendis ar a trump, bot gif he tak maAne kynryk of paroch kyrkis cuppillit with commendis.Quha ar wyrkaris of this weir, quha walkynaris of wa,Bot incompetabill clergy, that Cristyndome offendis?Quha revis, quha ar ryotus, quha rakles, bot tha?Quha quellys the puyr commonys bot kyrkmen, weil kend is?Thar is na stait of thar stile that standis content;Knycht, clerk, nor common,Burges, nor barroun;All wald haue vp that is dovn,Weltrit the went.And as this leyd at the last lyggand me seys,With a luke onlufsum he lent me sic wordis;Quhat bern be thou in bed, with hed full of beys,Grathit lyke sum gnappar, and, as thi greis gurdis,Lurkand lyke a longeour? quod I, Lovn, thou leys.Ha, wald thou feght? quod the freik; we haue bot few swordis:Thar is sic haist in thi hed, I hop thou wald neys,That brawlys thus with thi bost quhen bernys with the bourdis.Quod I, Churle, ga chat the, and chyde with ane other.Move the nocht, said he than,Gyf thou be a gentill man,Or ony curtasy can,Myne awyn leif brother.I speik to the into sport; spell me this thyng,Quhat lykis ledis in land? quhat maste langis thou?Quod I, Smake, lat me sleip; sym skynnar the hyng:I weyn thou byddis na better bot I brek thi brow.To me is myrk myrrour ilk mannys menyng;Sum wald be cowrt man, sum clerk, and sum a cachkow.Sum knycht, and sum capitane, sum Caser, sum Kyng,Sum wald haue welth at thar will, and sum thar wame fow,Sum langis for the leffyr ill to lyk of a quart,Sum for thar bontay or boyn,Sum to se the new moyn;I lang to haue our buke done,I tell the my part.Thy buke is bot brybry, said the bern than,Bot I sal leir the ane lesson to lys all thi pane.With that he racht me a roll: to reid I beganThe roytast ane ragment with mony rat rane,Of all the mowys in this mold sen God merkyt man;The moving of the mapamond, and how the moyn schane,The pleuch, and the polys, the planettis began,The son, the sevyn starnys, and the Charl wayn,The elwand, the elementis, and Arthurus hufe,The horn and the hand staf,Prater Johne and Port Jaf,Quhy the corn hes the caf,And kow weris clufe.Thys romans ar bot rydlys, quod I to that ray;Leyd, lern me ane other lesson, this I ne like.I persaue, Schir parson, thi purpos perfay,Quod he, and drew me doun dern in dolf by a dyke;Had me hard be the hand quhar a hurd lay,Than prevely the pennys begouth vp to pike:Bot, quhen I walknyt, all that welth was wiskyt away,I fand nocht in all that feild, in faith, a be byke:For as I grunschit at this grome, and glisnyt abowt,I grapyt graithly the gyll,Every modywarp hyll;Bot I mycht pyke thar my fyllOr penny come owt.Than wolx I teyn at I tuke to sic trufis tent,For swevynnys ar for swengeouris that slummyrris nocht weill;Mony mervellus mater nevir merkit nor mentWill seggis se in thar sleip, and sentens but seill:War all sic sawys suythfast, with schame we war schent.Thys was bot faynt fantasy, in faith, that I feill,Nevir word of verite, bot all in waist went,Throw roytnes and ravyng, that maid myne eyn reill,Thus lysnyt I, as losanger, syk lewydnes to luke:Bot, quhen I saw nane other bute,I sprent spedely on fute,And vndre a tre ruteBegouth this aucht buke.THE AUCHT BUKE OF ENEADOS
CAP. I
Quhou Tiberinus, god of the ryver,Till Eneas in visioun gan appeir.As thys convyne and ordinance was maidOf Latyum throw owt the boundis braid,Quhilk, euery poynt, this Troiane lord onon,Cummyn of the hows of kyng Laomedon,In hevy curis flowand all on flocht,Avysys weill, how all this thing was wrocht:And hastely in mynd on euery sydisNow for this purpos, now for that, providis,Now heir, now thar, ryvest in syndry partis,And sersys, turnand to and fra all artis.Lyke as the radyus sonnys bemys brycht,Or than the glymmerand monys schaddo lycht,Reflexit from the brasyn veschell, we se,Fillyt with watir to the cirkyll on hie,Our all the hows reboundis and doys spreidSchynand, and sersys euery sted on breid,Quhil in the ayr vpgoys the twynkland lycht,Glitterand on euery spar and ruf on hyght.The nycht come, and all thing levand sessit;Wery of wark baith byrd and brutal bestOur all the landis war at rest ilkane,The profound swouch of sleip had thame ourtane;Quhen this ilk prince, Eneas, all on flocht,With mynd sowpyt in cuyr and hevy thocht,And for this sorofull batale richt onglaid,Apon the ryver bank hym self dovn laidVndre the cald firmament for the nanys,And gave schort rest onto his wery banys.Quham to the God of that sted dyd appeir,Tyberynus, furth of the still ryver,Amyd the branchis of the popill treys,As agyt man semyng hym self vpheis:A lenȝe watry garmond dyd hym vaill,Of cullour fawch, schaip lyke a hempyn saill,And leiffy redis dekkis weill hys haris:To meys Eneas thochtis and hys sarys,Thus he begouth to speke, and sayd, but dyn:O gentill get, cummyn of hie goddis kyn,Quhilk from thy fays to ws with mekill joyHes hyddir brocht the gret cite of Troy,And Pergama, the Troiane wallys wight,Eternaly conservis throu thy myght;Desyrit maist of lang tyme, now welcumOnto the grond and soill of Lawrentum,And all the feildis eik of Latyn land:Heir is thy sikkir duellyng place at hand,Ane sovir ferm habitatioun for ay:Withdraw the not fra hyne, pas nocht away,Nor dreid na thing the bost of this batell.The rancour all of Goddis, I the tell,And boldynand wreth, appesyt ar almaste.And so thow weyn not at my wordis be waist,Nor fenȝeit dremys do to the appeir,Vndyr sawch treis by thir bankis neirOnon thou sall do fynd a mekill swyne,With thretty hed ferreyt of grysys syne,Of cullour quhite, thar lugyng on the grond,Hyr quhite brodmell abowt hyr pappis wond.That is the place to set vp thy cite,Quhilk of ȝour laubour sovir rest salbe;Quhar that, as thretty ȝheris byrun and gane is,Ascanyus sal do beld of lyme and stanysThe cite hait fair Alba of delyte,Berand hys name fra the fair cullour quhite.Thus I declar the nane oncertane thing,Bot verray suythfast takynnys and warnyng.Now harkis bot a litill, I the pray,I sall the lern in quhat wordis, quhat wayThow may cum speid, and haue the haill ourhandTwichand this instant mater now at hand.Thar bene pepill of Arcad from the ryngCummyn in this land, discend of Pallas kyng,Quhilk, with Evandir kyng in cumpany,Followand the syngnys schaw, hes fast heir byChosyn a sted, and beldit a cite,Amang the knollis round or motis hie,Eftir thar forfader of nobill fame,Pallas, clepyt Pallanteum to name.Contynualy thir folkis euery ȝeirAgane the Latyn pepyll ledis weir;Adione to thir thyne ost in falloschip,Do mak with thame a lyge, and bynd frendschip.I sall my self convoy the the rycht wayBetwix thir brays vp the fludis gray,So that agane the streme, throu help of me,By ayris rowth thydder careit sall thou be.Haue done, get vp, thou son of the Goddes;First as the starris declynys, the addres,I meyn into the dawyng rycht ayrly,Dewly to Juno se thou sacryfy,Hyr wreth and all sik mannans to oursetWith devoyt supplications maid of det:And, quhen thou has optenyt victory,To me thou sall do wirschip by and by.I am God Tybris, watry hewyt and haw,Quhilk, as thou seys, with mony jawp and jawBettis thir brays, schawyng the bankis dovn,And with full flude flowand fra tovn to tovn,Throw fertill feildis scheryng thar and heir,Vnder the lift the maste gentill ryver:Heir is myne habitatioun huge grete,Of mychty citeis cheif and souerane sete.This beand sayd, this ilk God of the fludeVnder the deip can dowk dovn quhar he stude,And socht onto the watir grond onone,So darnly hyd nane wist quhar he was gone.CAP. II
The sow with grysis, as Tiberinus said,Eneas fand, and sacrifice has maid.The nycht fled, and the sleip left Ene.On fut he startis, and onon can he seFurth of the orient in the brycht mornyngThe sonnys hevynly bemys newly spryng,And in the holl lufis of his hand quhar he studeDewly the water hynt he fra the flude,Syne to the hevyn thus wys his prayeris maid:O nymphys all of fludis blith and glaid,And O ȝe haly nymphys of Lawrentum land,Quham fra thir fresch ryveris, and euery strandThat flowys rynnyng as we se sa cleir,Hes thar begynnyng furth of sowrssys seir;And O thou haly fader Tiberyne,With Tybris eik, thy blissyt flude dyvyne,Ressave Eneas to ȝow onbekend,And now at last from all perrellys defend.And, gif thou takis rewth of our gret skathis,Heir I awow and promittis with aithys,Quhar evir thy lowch or fontane may be fund,Quhar evyr so thy spryng is, in quhat grund,O flud mast plesand, the sall I our all quharHallow with honorabill offerandis euermar.Hornyt ryver, ryngand as lord and kyngOur all the fludis in to Itall ryng,Be in our help, now at last, I requere;Eftyr sa feill dangeris and perellis seir,Conferm thy promys and orakill in hy.Quhen this was said, furth of all his navyTwa galeis dyd he cheis the ilk tyd,With dowbill raw of ayris on athir syde,And for the rowyng weil grathit thaim hes he,Syne for the weir instrukkit his menȝe.Bot lo, in haist befor hys eyn he sawA mervalus and wondrus thyng to knaw;A mylk quhite sow within the woddis layApon the grene watris bank in hys way,With hir lyttar new ferreit in that sted,All of a cullour, grysys thretty hed:Quham the devoyt Eneas on hys gysOnto the, gretast Juno, in sacryfysBrytnys, and, with hyr flok and followaris,Hes set and offerit vp on thy altaris.Tybyr his swelland fludis all that nycht,Quhow lang at evir it was quhil days lycht,Stabillys and cawmys at hys awin will;The streme bakwartis vpflowys soft and still;On syk wys mesand his watir, that heAne standand stank semyt for tobe,Or than a smoith puyl, or dub lovn and fair,So that the ayris mycht fyndyn na contrar.Tharfor Eneas can hys tyme aspy,And hastis on hys vayage bissely;With prosper curs, and sobyr quhisperyng,The pikkyt bargis of fyr fast can thryng,And slydis throw the schaldis stil and cleir:The watir ferleys of thar fard and beir;The forest, nocht accustummyt to seSik thingis, wondris quhat at this mycht be,As to behald schynand scheldis on farOn mennys schuldris ay cumand nar and nar,The pantit carvellis fletyng throu the flude.Baith nycht and day ilk man, as thai war wod,Can spend in rowth with irksum lauboryng,The lang stremys and welys rovnd sworlyngOur slydyng fast vpwartis the ryver,Hyd and ourheldit with mony treys seir;Endlang the still fludis calm and beynThai seik and schar throu owt the woddis greyn.