The Æneid of Virgil Translated Into Scottish Verse

Dyonea, nycht hyrd, and wach of day,The starnys chasyt of the hevyn away,Dame Cynthia dovn rollyng in the see,And Venus lost the bewte of hir E,Fleand eschamyt within Cylenyus cave;Mars onbydrew, for all his grundyn glave,Nor frawart Saturn from hys mortall speirDurst langar in the firmament appeir,Bot stall abak ȝond in hys regioun farBehynd the circulat warld of Jupiter;Nycthemyne, affrayt of the lyght,Went ondir covert, for gone was the nycht;As fresch Aurora, to myghty Tythone spows,Ischit of hir safron bed and evir hows,In crammysyn cled and granyt violat,With sangwyne cape, the selvage purpurat,Onschet the wyndois of hir large hall,Spred all with rosys, and full of balm ryall,And eik the hevynly portis cristallyneVpwarpis braid, the warld to illumyn.The twynklyng stremowris of the orientSched purpour sprangis with gold and asure ment.Persand the sabill barmkyn nocturnall,Bet doun the skyis clowdy mantill wall:Eous the steid, with ruby hamys red,Abuf the sey lyftis furth hys hed,Of cullour soyr, and sum deill brovn as berry,Forto alichtyn and glaid our emyspery,The flambe owtbrastyng at his noys thyrlys;Sa fast Phaeton with the quhyp hym quhyrlys,To roll Appollo hys faderis goldyn char,That schrowdith all the hevynnys and the ayr;Quhill schortly, with the blesand torch of day,Abilȝeit in hys lemand fresch array,Furth of hys palyce ryall ischit Phebus,With goldyn crovn and vissage gloryus,Crysp haris, brycht as chrisolyte or topace,For quhais hew mycht nane behald hys face,The fyry sparkis brastyng from hys eyn,To purge the ayr, and gylt the tendyr greyn,Defundand from hys sege etheryallGlaid influent aspectis celicall;Before hys regale hie magnificensMysty vapour vpspryngand, sweit as sens,In smoky soppys of donk dewis wak,Moich hailsum stovys ourheldand the slak;The aureat fanys of hys trone soueraneWith glytrand glans ourspred the occiane,The large fludis lemand all of lychtBot with a blenk of hys supernale sycht.Forto behald, it was a glor to seThe stablit wyndis and the cawmyt see,The soft sesson, the firmament sereyn,The lowne illumynat ayr, and fyrth ameyn;The syluer scalyt fyschis on the greitOurthwort cleir stremys sprynkland for the heyt,With fynnys schynand brovn as synopar,And chyssell talys, stowrand heir and thar;The new cullour alychtnyng all the landis,Forgane thir stannyris schane the beriall strandis,Quhil the reflex of the diurnal bemysThe beyn bonkis kest ful of variant glemys:And lusty Flora dyd hyr blomys spreidVnder the feit of Phebus sulȝart steid;The swardit soyll enbrovd with selcouth hewys,Wod and forest obumbrat with thar bewys,Quhois blisfull branschis, porturat on the grund,With schaddoys schene schew rockis rubicund;Towris, turettis, kyrnellis, pynnaclys hieOf kyrkis, castellis, and ilke fair cite,Stude payntit, euery fyall, fayn, and stage,Apon the plane grund, by thar awyn vmbrageOf Eolus north blastis havand no dreid,The sulȝe spred hir braid bosum on breid,Ȝephyrus confortabill inspiratiounFortill ressaue law in hyr barm adoun;The cornys croppis and the beris new brerdWith glaidsum garmont revestyng the erd;So thik the plantis sprang in euery peyce,The feildis ferleis of thar fructuus fleyce;Byssy dame Ceres, and provd Pryapus,Reiosyng of the planys plentuus,Plenyst sa plesand and mast propyrly,By natur nurysyt wondir nobilly,On the fertill skyrt lappys of the grundStrekyng on breid ondyr the cyrkyll rovnd;The variand vestur of the venust vaillSchrowdis the scherald fur, and euery faillOurfret with fulȝeis of figuris full diuers,The spray bysprent with spryngand sprowtis dispers,For callour humour on the dewy nyght,Rendryng sum place the gers pilis thar hycht,Als far as catal, the lang symmyris day,Had in thar pastur eyt and knyp away;And blisfull blossummys in the blomyt ȝardSubmittis thar hedis in the ȝong sonnys salfgard:Ive levys rank ourspred the barmkyn wall,The blomyt hawthorn cled hys pykis all;Furth of fresch burgionys the wyne grapis ȝyngEndlang the treilȝeis dyd on twystis hyng;The lowkyt buttonys on the gemmyt treisOurspredand leyvis of naturis tapestreis,Soft gresy verdour eftir balmy schowrisOn curland stalkis smylyng to thar flowris;Behaldand thame sa mony diuers hew,Sum pers, sum paill, sum burnet, and sum blew,Sum greyce, sum gowlys, sum purpour, sum sangwane,Blanchit or brovne, fawch ȝallow mony ane,Sum hevynly culloryt in celestiall gre,Sum watry hewit as the haw wally see,And sum depart in freklys red and quhite,Sum brycht as gold with aureat levys lyte.The dasy dyd on breid hir crownell smaill,And euery flour onlappyt in the daill;In battill gyrs burgionys the banwart wild,The clavyr, catcluke, and the cammamyld;The flour delys furthspred hys hevynly hew,Flour dammes, and columby blank and blew;Seir downys smaill on dent de lyon sprang,The ȝyng greyn blomyt straberry levys amang;Gymp gerraflouris thar royn levys onschet,Fresch prymros, and the purpour violet;The roys knoppys, tutand furth thar hed,Gan chyp, and kyth thar vermel lippys red,Crysp scarlet levis sum scheddand, baith atanysKest fragrant smell amyd from goldyn granys;Hevynly lylleis, with lokrand toppys quhyte,Oppynnyt and schew thar creistis redymyte,The balmy vapour from thar silkyn croppysDistilland hailsum sugurat hunny droppys,And syluer schakaris gan fra levys hyng,With crystal sprayngis on the verdour ȝyng;The plane pulderit with semly settis sovnd,Bedyit full of dewy peirlys rovnd,So that ilk burgioun, syon, herb, and flour,Wolx all embalmyt of the fresch liquor,And bathit hait dyd in dulce humouris fleyt,Quharof the beys wrocht thar hunny sweit,By myghty Phebus operatiouns,In sappy subtell exalatiouns.Forgane the cummyn of this prynce potent,Redolent odour vp from rutis sprent,Hailsum of smell as ony spicery,Tryakill, droggis, or electuary,Seroppys, sewane, sugur, and synamome,Precyus invnctment, salve, or fragrant pome,Aromatik gummys, or ony fyne potioun,Must, myr, aloes, or confectioun;Ane paradyce it semyt to draw neirThir galȝart gardyngis and ilke greyn herbere.Maist amyabill walxis the amerant medis;Swannys swouchis throw owt the rysp and redis,Our al thir lowys and the fludis graySeirsand by kynd a place quhar thai suld lay:Phebus red fowle hys corall creist can steir,Oft strekyng furth hys hekkill, crawand cleir,Amyd the wortis and the rutys gentPykland hys meyt in alleis quhar he went,Hys wifis, Toppa and Partelot, hym by,As byrd al tyme that hantis bigamy:The pantyt povn, pasand with plomys gym,Kest vp his taill, a provd plesand quheil rym,Yschrowdyt in hys fedramme brycht and scheyn,Schapand the prent of Argus hundreth eyn:Amang the bronys of the olyve twistisSeir smaill fowlys wirkand crafty nestis,Endlang the heggeis thyk, and on rank akis,Ilk byrd reiosyng with thar myrthfull makis:In corneris and cleir fenystaris of glasFull bissely Aragne wevand was,To knyt hir nettis and hir wobbys sle,Tharwith to caucht the myghe and litill fle:So dusty pulder vpstowris in euery streit,Quhil corby gaspyt for the fervent heit.Vnder the bewys beyn in lusty valys,Within fermans, and parkis cloys of palys,The bustuus bukkis rakis furth on raw;Heyrdis of hertis throw the thyk wod schaw,Baith the brokkettis, and with braid burnyst tyndis,The sprutlyt calvys sowkand the red hyndis,The ȝong fownys followand the dun days,Kyddis skippand throw ronnys eftir rays;In lyssouris and on leys litill lammysFull tayt and tryg socht bletand to thar dammys,Tydy ky lowys, veilys by thame rynnys;All snog and slekit worth thir bestis skynnys.On salt stremys wolx Doryda and Thetis,By rynnand strandis Nymphis and Naedes,Sik as we clepe wenschis and damysellis,In gresy gravys wandrand by spryng wellis,Of blomyt branchis and flowris quhite and redPlettand thar lusty chaplettis for thar hed;Sum sang ryng sangis, dansys ledys, and rovndis,With vocis schill, quhill all the daill resovndis;Quharso thai walk into thar caralyng,For amorus lays doith the rochys ryng:Ane sang, The schyp salys our the salt faym,Will bryng thir merchandis and my lemman haym;Sum other syngis, I wilbe blyth and lycht,Myne hart is lent apon sa gudly wight.And thochtfull luffaris rowmys to and fro,To lys thar pane, and pleyn thar joly wo;Eftir thar gys, now syngand, now in sorow,With hartis pensyve, the lang symmyris morow:Sum ballettis lyst endyte of hys lady,Sum levis in hoip, and sum aluterlyDisparit is, and sa quyte owt of grace,Hys purgatory he fyndis in euery place.To pleys his lufe sum thocht to flat and feyn,Sum to hant bawdry and onlesum meyn;Sum rownys to hys fallow, thame betwene,Hys myrry stouth and pastans lait ȝisterevin:Smyland says ane, I couth in previteSchaw the a bovrd. Ha, quhat be that? quod he;Quhat thyng? that most be secrete, said the tother.Gud Lord! mysbeleif ȝe ȝour verray broder?Na, neuer a deill, bot harkis quhat I wald;Thou mon be prevy: lo, my hand vphald.Than sal thou walk at evin: quod he, quhidder?In sik a place heir west, we baith togydder,Quhar scho so freschly sang this hyndyr nycht;Do choys the ane, and I sal quynch the lycht.I salbe thar I hope, quod he, and lewch;Ȝa, now I knaw the mater weill eneuch.Thus oft dywlgat is this schamefull play,Na thyng accordyng to our hailsum May,Bot rathar contagius and infective,And repugnant that sesson nutrytyve,Quhen new curage kytlys all gentill hartis,Seand throu kynd ilk thyng spryngis and revertis:Dame naturis menstralis, on that other part,Thar blysfull bay entonyng euery art,To beyt thir amorus of thar nychtis baill,The merl, the mavys, and the nychtyngale,With mery notis myrthfully furth brest,Enforcyng thame quha mycht do clynk it best:The cowschet crowdis and pyrkis on the rys,The styrlyng changis diuers stevynnys nys,The sparrow chyrmys in the wallis clyft,Goldspynk and lyntquhite fordynnand the lyft;The gukgo galys, and so quytteris the quaill,Quhill ryveris rerdit, schawis, and euery vaill,And tender twystis trymlyt on the treis,For byrdis sang, and bemyng of the beys;In wrablis dulce of hevynly armonyisThe larkis, lowd releschand in the skyis,Lovys thar lege with tonys curyus,Baith to dame Natur, and the fresch Venus,Rendryng hie lawdis in thar obseruance;Quhais suguryt throtis maid glaid hartis dans,And al smail fowlys syngis on the spray:Welcum the lord of lycht, and lamp of day,Welcum fostyr of tendir herbys grene,Welcum quyknar of floryst flowris scheyn,Welcum support of euery rute and vayn,Welcum confort of alkynd fruyt and grayn,Welcum the byrdis beild apon the brer,Welcum master and rewlar of the ȝer,Welcum weilfar of husbandis at the plewys,Welcum reparar of woddis, treis, and bewys,Welcum depayntar of the blomyt medis,Welcum the lyfe of euery thyng that spredis,Welcum storour of alkynd bestiall,Welcum be thy brycht bemys, gladyng all,Welcum celestial myrrour and aspy,Attechyng all that hantis sluggardy!And with this word, in chalmer quhair I lay,The nynt morow of fresch temperit May,On fut I sprent into my bair sark,Wilfull fortill compleit my langsum warkTwichand the lattyr buke of Dan Virgill,Quhilk me had tareit al to lang a quhile;And to behald the cummyng of this kyng,That was sa welcum tyll all warldly thyng,With sic tryumphe and pompos curage glaidThan of hys souerane chymmys, as is said,Newly aryssyn in hys estait ryall,That, by hys hew, but orleger or dyall,I knew it was past four houris of day,And thocht I wald na langar ly in MayLes Phebus suld me losanger attaynt:For Progne had, or than, sung hir complaynt,And eik hir dreidfull systir PhilomeynHyr lays endyt, and in woddis greynHyd hir selvyn, eschamyt of hir chance;And Esacus completis hys pennanceIn ryveris, fludis, and on euery laik:And Peristera byddis luffaris awaik;Do serve my lady Venus heir with me,Lern thus to mak ȝour obseruance, quod sche,Into myne hartis ladeis sweit presensBehaldis how I beynge, and do reuerens.Hyr nek scho wrynklys, trasyng mony fold,With plomys glitterand, asur apon gold,Rendryng a cullour betwix greyn and blew,In purpour glans of hevynly variant hew;I meyn our awyn natyve byrd, gentill dow,Syngand in hyr kynd, I come hydder to wow;So pryklyng hyr greyn curage forto crowdIn amorus voce and wowar soundis lowd,That, for the dynnyng of hir wanton cry,I irkyt of my bed, and mycht not ly,Bot gan me blys, syne in my wedis dres,And, for it was ayr morow, or tyme of mes,I hynt a scriptour and my pen furth tuke:Syne thus begouth of Virgill the twelt buke.Explicit scitus prologus;Quharof the autour says thus.The lusty crafty preambill, perle of MayI the entitil, crownyt quhil domysday;And al with gold, in syng of stait ryall,Most beyn illumnyt thy letteris capital.

THE TWELT BUKE OF ENEADOS

CAP. I

Turnus, persavand the Latyn pepill faill,Promittis Eneas allone hym tyll assaill.Quhen Turnus knew the Latyn pepill haillIrk of the weir, and saw thar curage faill,By the frawart aduersiteis of Mart,Quhilk war tofor onbrokyn and stowt of hart,And thocht the tyme requiris hym, but abaid,Forto compleit the promys he had maid,Semyng as towartis hym tho euery wightTo that effect addressyt thar luke and sycht:Than, onrequirit, by insaciabill desyreLangang to feght, and byrnand hait as fyre,Full hie rasand hys curage and hys cheir,He gan amyd the audiens appeir.Fers as a wild lyoun ȝond in Trace,By the huntar wondyt in the chace,Quhen the smert straik in hys breist all fast is,For ire the lokkyrris of hys nek vpcastis,Than first begynnyng to rays hys stern moyd,Reiosyt of the bataill, fers and wod,Onabasytly raschand the schaft in sundir,And on the man liggand at wait thar vndir,Hym to revenge, with bludy mouth doys bray;Nane other wys ferd Turnus the ilk day,Smytyn so brym in fervent violens,That all commouyt in the kyngis presensOn this maner begouth to speke and say:Thar sall in Turnus be fund na delay;And al for nocht ȝon cowart EneadanysThar promys and thar wordis cumis aganys,Willyng retreit thar behestis and sawys;Sa sall thai nocht; we wil nane sik lawys:I sal thar falshed resist and ganestand,And feght contrar thar chiftane hand for hand.Thou ryall prynce and fader, kyng Latyne,Do sacryfy and conferm this convyne:For owdyr sal I with thir handis twaȜon ilk Troiane, forhowar of Asya,Do put to deth, send down to hell, quod he;Lat Latyn pepill syttyng by to seQuhou, myne allane with swerd in thar presensI sall revenge and end our allyris offens;Or than, gyf so betyd he wyn the gre,Lat ws all venquyst to hym subiect be,Ȝeld hym the crown enduryng term of lyve,And lat hym joys Lavinia to hys wyfe.Kyng Latyn tho with sad and degest myndTo hym answeris, and said apon this kynd:O douchty ȝyngkeir, excellent of curage,Quhou far as by thy forcy vassallageMy febill age thou doith exceid, quod he,Als far mair diligently pertenys me,And ganand is, to consell and provyde,And exemyn euery chance may betyde,As I that has in part a maner feir,Be lang experiens knawand the dowtis of weir.Thow weldis Dawnus thy faderis realm and land,And feil citeis conquest with thyne awyn hand;Tharto thou has alsso a gentill hart,Liberall and fre, and in weir most expert,And kyng Latyn hes gold to geif the eik.Perfay, enew otheris, not far to seik,Of madynnys beyn onwed in Latyum wyde,And in the Lawrent feildis heir besyde,Of blude and frendschip na thyng myssemand,Bot worthy tobe queyn of ony land.Thoill me, I pray the, al dissait done away,Thir wordis quhoyn of weght to the till say;And sammyn prent thir sawys in thy wyt.Onlesum is I suld in wedlok knytMy douchtir till ald wowaris of this land,That hir tofor had axit in sik band:All the spa men and Goddis revelyngDeclarit plane that was onlesum thyng.And netheles, I, venquyst cleyn but weir,For luf of the my spowsys cousyng deir,Ourcummyn be hir wofull terys and syte,All maner bandys now hes brokyn quyte;And fra my son in law, full wrangwisly,Hys spous onto hym promyst rest haue I,And forthir on hym movit a wikkyt weir.Sen syne in quhat chance I stand and danger,And quhou fers batellis now persewys me,Full weill thou wait, and seis, Turnus, quod he,And quhou huge travale thou has tholit and pane,As principall maste douchty capitane.Lo, twys in batale venquyst haue we be,And now scantly within our wallit citeThe hope and weill of Italy defendis;Now of our recent blude, as noterly kend is,The flude of Tibir walxis hait agane,And of our huge banys quhite semys the plane.Quhou am I sterit thus in purpos feir?And quhidder flow I thus oft thar and heir?Quhat mad foly all to changis my thocht?Gyf that I reddy be and dowtit nochtThe Troianys for my frendis to ressaue,Gif so war Turnus ded war and bygrave,Quhat! aucht I nocht far rather end the weirHe beand in prosperyte haill and feir?Quhat wald our cosyngis, the Rutilianys,Or quhat wald say the other Italianys,Gyf the I suld thus wys sa wilfully,Axyng our douchteris wedlok and ally,Expone or offer to the ded? quod he:Fortoun defend that chance at sa suld be!Behald the chance of batale variabill,Persave of weir the sykkill ward onstabill:Haue reuth and mercy of thy fader ald,Quham Ardea now, hys cuntre, doys withhald,Diuidit far and disseuerit from the,And for thy saik quhou wobegone is he.Thus said the kyng; bot the violent curageOf Turnus hie mynd bowit neuer a stage;Quha wald with cuyr of medycyne hym meys,The moir encressys and growys hys mail eys:And, eftir that he first mycht speke agane,Thus he began expreym with wordis plane.O thou maist souerane fader, I the pray,To salue my honour, thou wald do awayThir curis, thochtis, and solicitude,For me thou takis; and, schortly to conclude,Suffir me forto plege my deth in wage,For gloryus renovn of vassillage:For we, fader, can swak dartis and brandis,Nocht with febill bot stalwart rycht handis,And of our wondis the red blude ruschis owt.To ȝonder provd Troiane, clepit sa stowt,Hys moder at this tyme salbe far to seik,Quhilk Goddes with hir subtell slychtis eikHir son, accustumat to tak the flycht,Was wont to dek, and to hyde owt of sychtWithin a wifly clowd, as for a trayn,And heild hir self alsso in schaddowis vayn.

CAP. II

The queyn perswadis Turnus fra stryfe desist,Bot he for batal can agane resist.Be than the queyn Amata, all in feirOf this onkouth and new maner of weir,Wepyng full sor, all dedlyke, full of harmys,Hyr son in law Turnus hynt in hir armys,That was sa fervent in his ardent desyre.Turnus, said scho, thou best belovit syre,Be thir ilk wofull terys I the pra,And be the wirschip thou aw till Amata,Gyf ony honour of hyr or thy kynTwichys or movys into thy breist within,I the beseik a thyng, myne awyn knycht;Desist and ces to mach Troianys in fight.Thou only comfort of our febill eld,Thou all our rest, our weilfar, and our beld,Haue reuth and piete of my wofull baill:In thy power and mycht restis alhaillThe wirschip and empyre of kyng Latyn;Hys hows and famyll, now lyke to declyne,In the remanys, and is by the vpbore.I the assuyr, and certifeis tharfor,Quhat aventour in this fight sall happyn the,The selfin chance, Turnus, sall betyd me:Sammyn with the, gif thou endis in that stryfe,I sal depart furth of this irksum lyfe,Nor nevir thrall sall I remane to seȜon ilk Eneas son in law to me.Lavinia the maid, with soir smert,Hyr moderis wordis felt deip in hyr hart,So that the rud dyd hyr vissage glow,And full of terys gan hyr chekis strow;The fervent fyre of schame rysys on hie,Kyndland mar large the red culloryt bewte,So that the natural heit the blude dyd chaceOur all the partis of hir quhitly face:Quhill that this virgyn, in this wofull rage,Syk cullouris rendris from hir fresch vissage,As quha byspark wald the quhite evor IndaneWith scarlet droppis or with brovn sangwane,Or quhar the scheyn lylleis in ony stedWar pulderit with the vermel rosys red.The hait luf trublys for the knyght,That on this maid he fixis all hys sycht,And all the mair he byrnys in desyreOf bargane into armys, hait as fyre;Syne to the queyn Amata, but abaid,In few wordis on this wys he said:O my deir moder, of thy wepyng ho,I ȝow beseik, do not, do not so,Persew me not thus with ȝour grete and teris,Nor quhen I pas onto thir mortall werys.In marciall bargane contrary my fo,Do wa to present me sik takyn of wo:In Turnus myghtis lyis nocht, quod he,The chance of deth to mak hym selvyn fre.I say, gyf deth this way be to me schaip,Now may I not astart, nor it eschape.For at this tyme instant my messynger,Idmon clepyt, my credens hecht to berNow to ȝone Troiane tyrrand, rehersyngMy wordis, quhilkis lykis hym na thyng:That is to knaw, to morow, als ayrlyAs brycht Aurora in the orient skyWith rosy chariot lyftis vp hir hed,The firmament schrowdyng in cullour red,That he move not aganys RutilyanysHys ostis, nor nane army of Troianys;Bot athir half fra batale, for the best,Baith sall Troianys and Rutilianys thame rest:And lat ws twa, this bargane to conclude,Betwix ws only dereyn with our blude,And into ȝonder feld, in stalwart stryfe,Lat athir seik Lavinia to hys wyfe.Fra this was said, fast to hys in he spedis,And bad onon do lat hym se hys stedis:Behaldand thame reiosys he in hart,To se thame stand sa fers with curage smart;Quhilk kynd of horsis quhilum, as thai say,Orythia, the lusty fresch may,Of Athenis the kyngis douchter and ayr,As ane maste ryall presand, wonder fair,Send from hir cuntre to kyng Pilumnus,Was foregrandschir onto this ilk Turnus;The quhilk stedis, schapyn at all delyte,Excedit far the snaw in cullour quhite;To speke of speid, thar swyftnes was ontald,For thai the wyndis blastis forryn wald.The byssy knapys and verlettis of hys stabillAbowt thame stud, full ȝaip and seruyabill,And with thar holl luyffis gan thame cheir,Dyd clap and straik thar leyndis to mak thame steir,Thar lokrand manys and thar crestis hieDressys with trelȝeis and camys honestlye.Fra thens onto hys chalmyr went he syne;Abowt his schuldris assays hys halbryk fyne,Of burnyst maill, and schynand rychelyOf fynast gold and quhitly alcomy.Tharwith alsso hys swerd addressis he,Quhat way he wald it oys in the melle;Hys sovir scheld assays he alsso,And eik hys tymbret helm with crestis two;Quhilk swerd was maid onto Dawnus hys fyreBe Wlcanus, the myghty God of fyre,That forgyt this blaid and temperit with hys handis,Hait glowand dyppyt in the Stigiane strandis.Syne with gret fors, enarmyt in all hys geir,Full lychtly vp he hynt hys stalwart speir,Quhilk tho amyddis the hall lenand studVp by a pillar huge square and rude;Quhilum the spulȝe he byreft from aneClepyt Actor, a capitane Auruncane:The schaft he schuke, and branglys lustely,Tharto with lowd voce thus can he cry:O now thou speir, that neyir failȝeit thy deidQuhen I the callyt to my desyre in neid,Quhilum the weldit Actor, mast douchty knycht,Now the in hand withhaldis Turnus wight;Now is the tyme that I maste myster the:Forto dovn bet the corps thou grant to meOf ȝondir Phrigiane, is skant half a man,That with my stalwart handis I may thanHys halbrik of hys body to arras,Hakkyt, and rent, and persyt in mony place,And in the dusty puldyr heir and tharSuddill and fyle hys crispand ȝallow hair,That are maid creys, and curlys now sa weill,Yplet ilk nycht on the warm broch of steill,Dekkyt and donk, on hys wifly maner,Of fragrant myr and other envnctmentis seir.With sykkyn fury rage catchyt is he,That thus he carpys till a schaft of tre;And from the vissage of this ardent syreThe sparkis glydis as the hait fyre,For veray fervour of the feirfull teynSchynys and brystis furth of baith hys eyn:Lyke as the bull, that bargane begyn wald,Gevis terribill rowstis and lowis monyfald,Or than aggrevit, bustuus, and furthborn,Presys hys ire to assay with hys horn,Lenand hys spald to the stok of a tre,And with hys dynt the wynd to rentis he,Or, forto mak debait apoun the land,With hys hard clufe vpwarpys fast the sand.In the self tyme, na les of curage, Enee,Cled in hys moderis armour awfull to se,Scharpys hym self in furour marciall,Rasand hys greif for ardour bellicall,And joyus wolx of weir to mak ane endBy syk proffer and poyntment as was send.Syne comfortis he hys ferys dolorus,And mesyt the dreid of sad Ascanyus,Declarand thame the fatale ordinans,Thar destyne, and Goddis purvians;And to the kyng of Lawrenteis, Latyn,Twychand this forsaid trety and convyne,Bad the messyngeris bair hame but delaySovir answer, as thai desyrit alway,And of the peys and trewys, as thai spak,Proclame articulis and lawys of contract.

CAP. III

Juno, knawand Turnus last day at end,To stop the bargane has Juturna send.Scarsly vpsprang the nixt day followyng,Scheddand the bemys of hys bryght mornyngApoun the toppis of the montanys hie,As Phebus stedis first of the deip seRasyt thar hedis and noys thirlys on hight,Our all the feildis blawand the cleir lyght;Quhen that the Troianys and RutilianysThe grund myssouris, evynnys, dichtis, and planys,Vndir the wallys of the cheif cite,Thar as the feild and fechtyng place suld be:Amyddis quham the harthis vp thai set,Quharon the fyris suld be maid and bet,And to the common Goddis eik bedeynThe altaris coverit with the scherald greyn.Sum otheris brocht the fontane watir fair,And sum the haly ingill with thame bair;With lynnyng valis or lyke apronys lychtThai war arrayt, and thar hedis dichtIn wyppys of the haly herb vervane.The legionys tho furth haldis to the plane,And all the rowtis of Awsonyanys,That otherwys ar hait Italyanys,Furth thryngis at the portis full attonys,With lancis lang and pykkis for the nonys.Thyddir all the Troianys wardis, by and by,And Tyrrheyn ostis ruschis hastely,Bodyn full weill in nobill armour seir;Nane otherwys with wapynnys and with geirArrayt for the batale all at rycht,Than thocht the fury of Mars thame callit to fycht.Amyd the thousandis swyftly throw the planysFurth sprentis lustely thir capitanys,In rich purpour arrayt and fyne gold brycht,Assaracus sonnys and Mnestheus wight,And on the tother part strang Asilas,And bald Mesapus also with hym was,Neptunus son, expert in hors dantyng.And eftir that the trumpet blew a syng,Than euery partyment bownys to thar stand,And gan thar speris stik doun in the land,Set by thar scheildis, to behald the fyne.The wemen wedois and the matronys syne,Desyrus forto se the bargane stowt,Of childyr and of commonys mony a rowtThat couth na wapynnys weld, nor armour weir,With the onweldy agit folk infeir,Clam on the hight and hedis of the towris,The wallys all and howsis ryggyngis flowris;And sum abufe apon the portis hieAscendit ar to behald the melle.Bot Juno tho dovn from the hycht, I wys,Of the montane that Albane clepit isNow in our days, set than this hyllys dovnHad nowder name, honour, nor renovne,Scho dyd behald amyd the feldis planeAthir batellis and the ostis twane,Baith of the Troianys and the Laurenteis,And kyng Latynus cite eik scho seys.Onon to Turnus systyr vp on hie,That clepit was Juturna, carpys sche,Thys Goddes to that haly Nymphe, mastresOf wellys, stankis, and rowtand stremys expres;Quhilk honour Jove, the kyng of hevynnys hie,Hyr gave for the byreft virginite:Said, O thou Nymphe, wirschip of fludis cleir,That to my saul is hald maste leif and deir,Thou knawys weill, I the preferrit ayTo all the otheris damysellys, persay,Of Latyn cuntre, quhat so evir thai werThat wrangwisly ascendit or drew neirThe bed onprofitabill of Jupiter mast hie;And glaidly eik haue I not stakyt theIntill a party of the hevyn alssua?Hark now thy sorow, thou Juturna,And wyte me not bot I the warnyt haue.Turnus and thy cheif cite haue I save,Sa lang as that the fatis sufferit me,And quhill werd sisteris sa tholyt tobe:Bot now I se that ȝong man haste, but faill,To mach in feild with fatis inequaill;The lattir day and term approchis neOf fatale fors and strangast destyne.Nowder this bargane ȝonder on the greynNor consideratioun may I se with eyn.Pas thou on, for thy deir brothir germaneGyf thou dar suffir ony mar dreidfull pane;To the this semys and pertenys, quod sche,Gyf that, perchans, ony bettyr may be,Or eft betyd onto ȝon catyvis kend.Scars had Juno thir wordis brocht to end,Quhen that the nymphe Juturna bedeynPlente of terys furthȝet from hir eyn;Hyr fair quhite breist, thar as scho dyd stand,Thrys or four tymys smait with hir awyn hand.Saturnus get, this Juno, says; tha terysNa wys to this tyme pertenys nor efferys:Hast the, gyf that thou can be ony wayWithdraw thy brother from the deth away;Or than do mak the ostis baith on steir,Provok the batale, and thame move to weir,And this convyne and trety, new consave,Do brek, disturb, and with the wynd bywave.I sall the warrand and the wyrkar beTo mak the baldly vndertak, quod sche.On this wys Juno can this nymphe exort,And left hir hail in weir and dowt, at schort,With mynd full tryst, wobegone, and onsound,Full deip smyttyn with the sorowfull wound.