Book II

Prologue

Dirk bene my muse, with dolorus armony
Melpoinene, on the wald clerkis call
For to compile, the dulefull tragidy
Twiching of troy, the subuersioun and fall
Bot sen I follow, the Poet principall
Quhat nedis purches, fenȝeit termers new
God grant me grace him dinglie to ensew
The drery fate wyth teris, lamentabill
Of Troyis sege, wide quhare ouer al Is soung
Bot followand virgil, gif my wit war abill
Ane nothir wyse, that bell fall now be roung
Than euer was to fore herd, in our toung
Saturne, thou ald fader of Malancoly
Thyne is the cure, my wofull pen to gy.
Herkis Ladyis, ȝour bewtyis was the […]
Herkis Knychtis, the wod furie of ma••
Wysemen attendis, mony sorowfull claus
And ȝe dissauouris, rede here ȝour propir art
And finaly to specify, euery part
Here verifit is, that prouerbe ••••hing so
All erdly glaidnes fynissith with wo.

Book II

Thay ceissit all attanis, incontinent
With mouthis clois, and vissage taking tent
Prince Eneas, from the hie bed with that
Into his sege riall, quhare he sat
Begouth and sayd, thy desir lady is
Renewyng of vntellybill sorow, I wys
To schaw how Grekis, did spulȝe and distroy
The grete riches, and lamentabil realme of troy
And huge miserie, quhilk I thare beheld
Quhare of my self, a gret part bare and feld
Quhat mirmydone, or gregioun, dolopes
Or knycht wageour, to cruell vlixes
Sic matirs to rehers, or ȝit till here
Micht thaym contene fra weping, mony ane tere
And now the heuin, ouer quhelmys the donk nycht
Quhen the declynyng, of the sternes brycht
To slepe and rest persuadis, our appetite
Bot sen thou has, sic plesoure and delyte
To knaw our chancis, and fall of Troy in wrre
And schortly the laste end tharof, walde here
Albeit my sprete, abhorris and dois grise
Tharon for to remember, and oft fyis
Murnand eschewis thare fra, with gret diseis
ȝit than sall I begin ȝou for to pleis

The Grekis chiftanis, Irkit of the were
Bipast or than, sa mony langsum ȝere
And oft rebukit, by fatall destany
Ane huge hors, like ane grete hill in hy
Craftely thay wrocht, in wourschip of Pallas
Of sawing biche, the ribbis forgeit was
Fenȝeand ane oblatione, as it had be
For prosper returnyng, hame in thare cuntre
The voce thus wise, throw out the ciete woik
Of chois men fyne walit be cut thay toke
Ane grete mowmer, and hid in bilgis derne
Within that beist, in mony huge cauerne
Schortely the belly was stuffit euery dele
Full of knychtis, army• in plate of stele•
Thair standis in to the sicht of troy ane Ile
Wele knawin be name, hecht Tenedos vmquhile
Michty of gudis, quhill priamus ring sa stude
Now is it bot ane firth, in the sey f••de
Ane rade vnsikkir, for schip and ballingere
In desert coistis, of this Iland thare
The Grekis thaym, full secreitly withdrew
We wenyng thaym hame, passit and adew
And with gude wynd, the realme of myce had socht
Quharfor all thaym of troy, blyth as thay mocht
Thare langsum dule, and murnyng dyd away
•est vp the portis, and Ischit out to play
The Grekis tentis, desiris for to se
And vode placis, quhare thay war wont to be
The coist and stryndis, left desert at clene
Here stude thear my of dolypes, sum wald mene
Cruell Achil here stentit his palȝoun
Quhare stude the nauy, lo the place ȝounder dou•
Here the oistis war wount, to ione in feild
And sum woundering the skaithful gift behelde
Suld be offerit, to the vnweddit Pallas
Thay meruellit first, the hors samekle was
Bot Tymetes exhortis, fast of all
It for to lede and draw, within the wal
And for to set it in the cheif Palice
Quhiddir for dissait I not, or for malice
Or destany of Troy, wald sa suld be
Bot Capis than, with ane vther menȝe
Quhilk better auise, thair mindis set apoun
Bad cast or droun into these anone
That suspect presand, of the Grekis dissait
Or kindill thare vnder, flambe of fyris hate
Or for to ripe, that holk it huge belly
And the hid hirnis to serche, and weill espye
Quhat nedis mare, the vnstabill commun voce
Diuidit was in mony sere purpois
Quhen hidder come, before them al anon
Followand ane grete rout, the preist Laocon
From the cheif tempill, rynnand in ful grete hye
On fer, O wrechit pepil can he cry
How grete wodnes is this, that ȝe now mene
ȝour Enemys away salit, gif ȝe wane
Or gif ȝe traist, ony Grekis giftis be
Without dissait, falset or subtelite
Knaw ȝe not bettir, the quent vlixes slycht
Othir in this tre, are Grekis closit full rycht
Or this ingyne is biggit to our skaith
To watche our wallis, and our bigginnis baith
Or to confound, and ouer quhelme our ciete
Thare lurkis sum falset, tharin traistis me
In fallouschip, my pure fader in were
Send me of ȝouth, as to him nere of blude
Quhil in prosperite of the realme, he stude
And grekis ring by connsel was reulit wisely
Sum name of wourschip, and auctorite bare I
Bot eftir that, by inuy and haitrent
Of the fals fleichand, vlixes sa quent
I iap not for that I say, weill I knaw
Fra he was slane, allace and brocht of daw
Dolorus my lyfe I led in sturt and pane
Heuely weyand my Innocent frende, thus slane
Ceis couth I not, but in my frencfy
Gif euer I happynnyt, my tyme for till espy
And victoure haue retornit, into aige
I hecht to be reuengit with wourdis large
Thus I prouokit scharp seid, and malyce bayth
To me this was first, apperance of skaith
From thus fordwarte vlixes, mare and mare
With new crimes, begouth to affray me sare
And dangerous rumours, amangis the commouns hedis
Skalit and sew of me, in diuers stedis
And knawand him self gilty by his consaite
Grathit his wappynnys, of flicht and fals dissait
Nor ceissit he neuer, his purpois to persew
Quhill the solisting of Calcas, I micht rew
Bot quhareto tell I, or rehersis this
That be na wayis, displesis ȝou I wys
Quhy tary I my deith, and ȝe list strike
Gif that ȝe fauour, all the Grekis elike
This is ynewch, that ȝe haue hard of me
Now haist my pane sen, al gatis I mon de
Vlisses (quhilk is king of Ichacy)
Wald it war sua, and with gret pryce wald by
My deith Agamemnon, als and menalay
Than haistit we, and birnt to here him say
Desirus all the maner for till here
Misknawand, and all the iniquiteis sere
And sle craftis, of grekis in euery dede
He quakand than, as it had bene for drede
Begouch for to tell, of the remanent
Sayand on this wise, with dissemblit entent
The grekis oft in purpois, war and wyll
To fle fra troy, and leif it standand still
And wery of thare lang were, pas away
Wald god say thay, had done syne mony a day
The seis rage, and storme thame stoppit oft
And from thair passage, the north wynd vnsoft
Held thame abak, in anguis and in fere
And principally, sen this hors was here
Of haltir giftes, beildit vp but dout
The stormy cloudis ouer all the are can rout
We douting hereon, send the preist heripulus
Ansuere to seik, at the tempill of Phebus
•nd from the secrete oratry, soith to sayne
Thir sorowful tythingis, he was brocht agane
With blude, and by the stauchter of ane maid
Grekis ȝe mesit, the wyndis, first he said
Quhen at ȝe come, of troy to the cuntre
ȝour hame passage, by blude mon fundin be
And haue ȝour asking, be deith of ane gregioun
Quhen to the commonis eris, ran the soun
Of thir wourdis, with myndis affrayit attanis
The cald drede ran in throw thare banis
For fere, quhom to was schaip this destany
Or quhom it was, appollo desirit to de
Vlissas than amang thame, with grete dyn
Calcas the grete diuynar, had brocht in
And be selie at him, Inquiris he
By the respons of the goddis, quha suld de
Than mony ane demyt, to me ful richt
The cruell wraik of that dissaitfull wicht
And quietly persauit, how it wald wend
This Calcas held his toung, ten dais till end
Kepand secrete and clois, all his intent
Refusing with his wordes, ony to schent
Or to pronunce the deth of any wycht
Scars at the last, throw gret clamour and slycht
Of vlisses constrenit, but mare abaid
As was deuysit, the laith wourd furth braid
And me adiugit to send to the altare
Tharto alhail, the greikis assentit war
And sufferit glaidly, so the mater pas
Quhare vs to fore, euery ane to basit was
For him self and tho blith, was page and knicht
The change retornit, one ane catiue wicht
Cum was the dulefull day, that dois me grise
Quhen that of me, suld be made sacrifice
With salt melder, as wele the gyse is kend
About my hede, ane garland or ane bend
I grant, that from the dede my selfe I fred
The bandis I brest, and syne away fast fled
Vnto ane mudy mares, in the dirk nycht
Amang the Risis and Redis, out of sycht
Full law I lurkit, quhil vp salis drew thay
Gif thay perchance, be ȝit passit away
Now restis thar na hope, alace fell me
My natiue cuntre, sall I neuer se
Nor dere children, nor fader wele, belouit
Quham (as I traist) the Grekis all amouit
For mine eschaping turment, sall with pane
Thay saykles wiehtis, sall for my gilt be slane
Quharfor syr king, by the goddis aboue
And thare michtis, that treuth best knawis and loue
And by the faith vnfilit, and the lele lawte
Gif it with mortall folkis, may fundin be
Haue reuth and pietie, on sa feill harmes smert
And tak my compassioun, in thy gentile hart
Apoun my wrechit saule, haue sum mercy
That geltles sufferis, sic deseisis wranguslye.

Pardoun and life, to thir teris gif we
(Quod priamus) and mercy grantis fre
And first of all the mannakillis, and hard bandis
Chargeit he lous, of this ilk mannis handis
With frendly wourdis, syne thus vnto him sayd
Quhat euery thou art, beis mery and glaid
For ȝet the grekis that lost, ar and away
From thens fordwart, thou salbe ouris perfay
Bot schaw truly this ane thing, I inquire
Vnto quhat fyne this huge hors was here
And of sa grete stature, bieldit apoun hie
Quhay wrocht the werk, quhat may it signifie
Quhidder is it, ane offerend of sum halynes
Or sum engyne of batell, as I ges
Said Priamus, bot than the to thir wicht
Ful weil instrukkit, of Grekis art and slicht
Lousit and laitlye, fred of all his bandis
Vnto the sternis, heuit vp his handis
O ȝe (quod he) euerlesting lampes bright
And ȝour diuyne power, and ȝour gret mycht
That aucht not bene, forsworne I testifye
And ȝon altaris, and cruel swerdis quham I
Am eschapit, and all ȝou goddis wyse
Quhais garlandis bare I, as ȝour sacrifice
Leiffull is now to brek, but mare abade
The sworne promysis, that I to the grekis maid
Lefull is eik thay pepill, for to hate
And schaw furth planely, al that euer I wate
Thare hid slicht als, to ripe furth to the ground
To na cuntre nor lawis, am I bund
So mot thou troye, quham I sall saif fra skaith
Kepe me thy promys, and thy lawte bayth
As I schaw sall, the verite ilk deille
And for my lyfe, sall render ȝou ane grete wele
The grekis traist, and confort mony ȝeris
From the beginnyng, of their mortall weris
On pallas help stude, haill thys toun to get
Bot efter that Thedeus waryit get
With vlisses findare, of wikkitnes
The fataill relik, of palladium I ges
Furth of the tempill, and the hallowit hald
To reif away forcebly, war so bald
And sla the wachis, of the cheif castell
The haly ymage, grisly for to tell
Pullit and filit, and with thare grisly handis
Hir virgine valis, and blissit godly garlandis
Presumyt with sen, syne has euermare
Bakwart of grekis, the hope went and welfare
Thare michtis, and thare strengthis feblit fast
Sa frawart thaym this god, hir mynd has cast
That with na doutsum takinnis, may than tua
Hir greife furthschew this ilk tritonia
Sharslye the statew, was in there temple vp set
Quhen all hir membris, bittir teris swet
Hir Ene glowit as ony glede for ire
Quharfra thare flaw mony sparkis of fire
Ane farfull thing, and wounderfull to tell
Thryis schining doun, on the erd sche fell
Hir •arge trymbling, and schaking fast hir spere
Anone almost ȝe wend to sey in fere
Cryis Calcas, nor grekis iustrument
Of troy the wallis sal, neuer hurt nor rent
Les then agane, the land of arge be socht
With alkin portage, quhilk was hiddir brocht
In barge or bilget, ballinger ouer se
The goddis mon, be mesit als (quod he)
And now set thay, with this ilk wynd haue socht
Thare land of Grece, or myce, this is thar thocht
To graith thare armour, and wappynis by & by
And with supple of goddis in cumpany
In haist for to returne agayne, ouer sey
Or ȝe bene war apoun ȝou wil thay be
Thus all per ordour declaris thaym Calcus
At quhais monitioun, als vpbiggit was
This bustuous forme, in liknes of ane hors
For palladium and to appeis the force
Of the goddes, and to recompence
Of thare wretchit, and dolorus offence
And mareattour, of sa huge quantite
Calcas commandis, big this statew of tre
Thus large & gret, weile nere the heuin on hicht
So at the portis, it ne entir micht
Nor ȝit be brocht, within ȝour wallis wyde
Nor ȝit ȝour pepill, fauour help nor gyde
Efur the auld religioun, and vsage
For gif ȝour handis had violet in ȝour rage
This haly present, of the good mynerue
Grete wraik suld folow, that all suld ȝe sterue
Priamus regune distroyit and al ȝour pelf
Quhilk destany goddis, turne rather in him self
Bot gif this ilk statew, standis here wrocht
War with ȝour handis, into the ciete brocht
Than schew he that the peopil of Asia
But ony obstakill, in fell battel suld ga
Bet doun the toun, of arge that regoiun
And the samyn fate happynnyt, our successioun
Besid wilis and slithtis, mony one
Of fals contruuit, and manesworn synone
The mater is beleuit, with all it heris
And takin ar by dissait, and fenȝet teris
Thay pepyll, quhom is the son of tedeus
Nor fers Achilles, clepit larisseus
Nor grece ten ȝeris, in batall mycht ouercum
Nor ȝit the thousand schippis all and sum.

Betid the ilk tide, ane fer greter wounder
And mare dredefull to catiuis, be sic hunder
Quhilk of troianis, trublit mony vnwarnit breist
As Laocon that was neptunus preist
And chosin by cauill, vnto that ilk office
Ane fare grete bule, offerit in sacrifyce
Solempnitlie, before the haly altere
Throw the still sey, from tenedos in fere
Lo twa gret lowpit edderis, with mony thraw
First throw the flude, towart the land can draw
My sprete abhorris this matter to declare
Aboue the wattir, thare hals stude euir mare
With bludy tresstis out with, the wallis hie
The remanent swam, alwais vnder the se
With grisly bodyis, lynkit mony fald
The salt fame stouris, from the fard thay hald
Vnto the ground thay glade, with glowand Ene
Stuffit full of venom fire, and felloun tene
With tounges quhissling in thar mouthis red
Thay lyke the twynkilland stangis in thar hed
We fled away, al bludles for effere
Bot with ane braide, to Laocon in fere
Thay stert attanis, and his tua sonnys ȝyng
First athir serpent, lappit like and ring
And with thare cruell bit, and stangis fell
Of tendir membris, tuke mony sory morsell
Syne thay the preist, in vadit baith twane
Quhilk wyth his wappins, did his besy pane
His childer for to helpin, and reskew
Bot thay about him lowpit, in wympillis threw
And twis circulit his myddill, round about
And twys faldis thare sprutillit skynnis, but dout
About his hals, baith nek and hede thay schent
As he etlis thare hankis, to haue rent
And with handis thaym, alway haue draw
His hede bendis, and garlandis all war blaw
Ful of vennum, and rank poysoun attanis
Quhilk infekkis the flesche, blude and banys
And thare with eik, so horribly schoutis he
The sternes dynnyt his cryis war so hie
Lyke as ane bull dois rummesing, and rare
Quhen he eschapis hurt, one the altare
And charris by the ax, with his nek wycht
Gif one the forhede, the dynt hittis not richt
Syne their tua serpentis, hastely glade away
Vnto the cheif tempill, fled ar thay
Of sterne pallas, to the hallowit place
And crap in vnder the feit, of the goddes
Hid thaym behind the bois, of hir buklere
Than trimblit thare mony, stout hart for fere
The vncouth drede, into thare breistis crap
All said, Laocon Iustlie (sic was his hap)
Has dere bocht his wikkit, and schrewit dede
For he the hally hors, or stalwart stede
With violent straik, presumyt for to dere
And tharintill, to fassyn his wikkit spere
Vnto the hallowit stede, bring in thay cry
The grete figure, and lat vs sacryfy
The haly goddes, and magnify hir micht
With or•souns and offerandis, day and nicht
Quhat will ȝe mare, the barmkin doun we rent
And wallis of our ciete, we maid patent
Vnto their werk, all sped thame besely
Turnand quhelis thay set in, by and by
Vnder the feit of this ilk byisnyng Iaip
About the nek knyt, mony bassin raip
This fatail monstoure, clam ouer the wallis then
Grete wamyt, and stuffit full of armyt men
And thareabout ran childer, and madynnys ȝing
Singand carrellis, and dansand in ane ring
Full well was thame, and glaid was euery wicht
That with thare handis anis, twiche the cordis mycht
Furth drawin haldis, this subtell hors oftre
And mannassand slidis throw the myd ciete
O nateue cuntre, and riall realme of Troy
O goddis hous Ilionn, full of Ioy
O wourthy troane, wallis cheuelrus
Foure tymes stoppit, that monstoure perrellus
Euin at the entre, of the portts wyde
And foure syis the armour that ilk tyde
Clynkit and rang amyd, the large belly
Bot netheles in till, oure blynd fury
Forȝettand this richt ernistle thay wirk
And for to drug, and draw wald neuer Irk
Quhill that myschancy, monstoure quentlie be•
Amyd the hallowit tempill, vp was set
Cassandra than, the fatis to cum tauld plane
Bot by command of Phebus, all was in vane
For thoch scho spait the soith, and maid na bourd
Quhat euer scho said troianis, trowit not ane wourd
The tempillis of goodis and sanctuariis all
The fey pepill, allace quhat say I sall
Quham till this was, the dulefull lattir day
With festuall flouris, and bewty as in may
Did wele adorne, and feist and riot maid
Throw out the toun, and for myscheif was glaid

With this the heuin, so quhirllit about his spere
Out of the sey, the dym nycht can appere
With hir dick wede baith, erth and firmament
Inuoluing by hir secrete schaddois quent
Couering gregioun, and myrinidonis slicht
Within the wallis to bed, went euery wicht
Still war in all, and soft vapoure of siepe
Apoun thare wery lymmes fast doith crepe
Be than the army of mony ane gregioun
Stuffit in schippis come sra tenedoun
Still vnder freyndlie silence of the mone
To the kend coistis speding thame full sone
And quhen the taikynnyng, or the bele of fyre
Rais fra the kinges schip, vpbirnand schire
Of the Goddis, be frawart destany
Sinon preseruit couth, this thinge espy
The farren closouris opnys, but noyis or dyn
And Grekis hid, the hors coist within
Patent war made, to sicht and to the are
Ioyful and blyth, from that bois statew thare
Discending than, doun lap by courdis attanis
Tirsandir auld, schenelus tua capitanis
The dour vlixes, als and Achamas
Pelyus neuoy Pirrus, and king Thoas
The first mathaon, and Menclayus
And the engyne, forgeare hate Epeus
The ciete thay Inuade, and fast infest
With wyne and slepe, yberied and at rest
Slane ar the wachis, liggand on ye wall
Opnyt the portis leit, in thare feris all
To gidder Ionyt, euery cumpany
Throw the ciete, sone rais the noyis and skry
This was that tyme, quhen the first quyet
Of naturall stepe, to quham na gift mare sweit
Stalit on fordowerit mortall creaturis
And in thare sweuynnys, metis quent figuris
Lo in my stepe, I se stand me before
As to my sicht, maist lamentabill Hector
With large flude of teris, and all by sprent
As he vmquhile after the cart was rent
With bark nyt blude, and powder o God, quhat skaith
Bo dnyt ful gret war feit, and lymmes baith
By bandis of the cordis, quhilkis thame dreuch
As weil away, quhat harme and wo ynouch
Quhat ane was he, how fer chaugit from ioy
Of that Hector, quhilom retorned to troy
Cled wil the spulȝe, of him achilles
Or quhen the troiane fyre blesis Iwis
On grekis schippis, thik fald he slang that day
Quhan that he slew, the duke protheselay
His fax and berd was, fadit quhare he stude
And all his hare, was glomyt full of blud
Full mony woundis on his body bare he
Quhilk in defence, of his natiue cuntre
About the wallis of Troy, ressauit he had
Me thoucht I first weping, and nathing glaid
Rycht reuerenely begouch, to clepe this man
And with sic dolorus wourdis, thys began
O thou of Troy, the lem and lamp of licht
O troiane hope maist ferme, defence in fycht
Quhat has the tarit, quhy maid thou this delay
Hector quham we desyrit, mony day
From quhat cuntre thus wyse, cumin art thou
That eftir feile slauchter, of thy freyndis now
And of thir folkis, and ciete eftir huge pane
Quhen we bene Irkit, we se the here agane
Quhat hard mischance, filit so thy plesand face
Or quhy se I thy fell, woundis allace
Vnto thir wordis, he name answere maid
Nor to my wode, demandis na thing said
Bot with ane heuy murmour, as it war draw
Furth of the boddum, of his breist full law
Allace allace, thou goddes son (quod he)
Saif thi self fra this fyre, and fast thou fle
Ouer Inemyis, has thir worthy wallis taine
Troy from the top doun, fallis and all is gane
Eneuch has lestit, of Priamus the rynge
The fatis will na mare it enduring
Gif Pargama the troiane, wallis wicht
Mycht langare haue bene, defendit in to ficht
With thys rycht hand, thay suld haue bene defendit
Adew farewele for euer it is endit
In thy keping committis, Troy but leis
Hir kyndely Goddes, clepit penates
Tak thir in fallowschip, of th•fatis all
And large wallis for thame, seik thou sall
Quhilk at the last, they self sall beild vp hie
Ester lang wandering, and erroure ouer the se
Thus said Hectour, and schew furth in his handis
The dreidfull valls, wympillis and garlandes
Of vesta goddes, of the erd and fyre
Quilk in hir tempill eternall birnis schire.

In sere placis, throw the ciete with thys
The murmour rais, ay mare and mare I wys
And clerar, wox the rumour, and the dyn
So that suppois auchises, my faderis in
With treis about, stude secrete by the way
So busiuous grew the noyis, and furious fray
And ratling of thare armoure, on the strete
Affrayit I glisnit of stepe, and sterte on fete
Syne to the hous, hede Ascend anone
With eris prest stude thare, als styll as •one
Ane sound or swouth, I hard thare at the last
Lyke quhen the fire be felloun wyndis blast
Is dreuin amyd the flat of cornes rank
Or quhen the burne on spait hurlis doun the bank
Vthir throw ane wattir brek, or spait of flude
Ryfand vp rede erd, as it war wod
Doun dringand cornes, all the pleuch labor atanis
And driuis on stifiy, stokkis, treis, & stanis
The silly hird scand, this grisly sycht
Set on ane Pennakill of sum cragis hicht
All abasit not knawand, quhat this may mene
Wounderis of the sound, and ferly that he has sene
Richt so I than, be clere takynnis ynew
Manifestly all the Grekis falsed knew
Tare hid dissayte, wor patent than to vs
The nobill ludgeing, of wourthy Deiphebus
Was fall to ground, the fyre vpspred anone
The nixt hous birnis of V•ale gone
The large seis, and coistis segeane
Throw lycht of flawmes and bricht fyris schene
Vp sprang the cry of men, and triumpis blist
As out of mynd, myne armour on I thrist
Thocht be na resoun persaue, I mycht but fale
Quhat than the force of armes, could auale
ȝit hand for hand, to thring out throw the pres
With my feris, and rynnyng or we ceis
To se the castell, our hartis birnt for desire
The furie catchit our myndis hate as fyre
So that we thocht, maist semelye, in ane feild
To de fechtand ennarmed vnder scheild
Bot lo panthus slippit the grekis speris
Panthus othrides son, that mony ȝeris
Was of the strenth, and phebus tempill preist
In to his armes lappit, to his breist
The haly relikis of the sanctuary
And eik our vincust goddis, by and by
With him bering, and in his hand also
Harling him eftir, his litill neuo.
Cummis lik ane wod man, to our ȝet rynnyng
How now panthus, quhat tything do ȝe bring
In quhat estate is sanctuarie, and haly geir
To quhilk vthir fortres sall we spere
Skars sayd I thus, quhen gouling pietuosly
With their wourdis, he ansuerd me in hy
The lattir day is cummyn of dardanus end
The fatale tyme, quhamna waling ma mend
We war troianis, vmquhile was I•oun
The schynand glorie, of Phrigianis now is gon
Feirs iupiter to gr•ce al has translait
Ouer all the ciete, kendillis in flammis hate
The Grekis now are lordis, but ony force
Within the wallis ȝone mekill standand horce
ȝettis furth armed men, and now Sinon
Is vyctor haill, kendland euery one
The new firis gladlie, as it war sport
At ather ȝet bene ruschit in sic ane sort
Sa mony thousandis come neuer, from myce nor arge
Sum cumpanyis with speris, lance and targe
Walkand wachand in rewres, and narow stretis
Arrayit battallis, with drawin swerdis that gletis
Standis reddy for to stik, gor and sla
Skarslye the wachis, of the portis tua
Begouth defence, and melle as thay mycht
Quhen blyndlingis, in the batall sey thay ficht
Throw their wourdes of Phantus, and goddis hie••
Amyd the flammes, and armour in I preist
Ruschand thidder, quhar sorowfull eryimis
The noyis and brute me drew, and quhare I wys
The clamour hard, I rys vp to the are
And of our fallowis, to me come tua pare
Ripheus first by the licht, of mone
Vailȝeand in armes, Ephitus followit sone
Hipanis syne, and eik Dymas in hy
Fast to our syde adionit by and by
Midoneus son, also Corebus ȝyng
Quhilk in thay dais, for fey luf hate burnyng
Of Cassandra to Troy, was cumming that ȝere
To helpe Priame, and Troianis in the were
Vnhappye he was, wald beleif fermly
Hys sayd spousis command, and prophecy
Quhen I thaym saw, this wise adionit to me
And wilfull for to strike, in the melle
Thus I begouth, than forthirmare to stere
O ȝe maist forty ȝoung men, that bene here
With breistis strang, and sa bald curage hie
In vane ȝe preis, to succour the ciete
Quhilk birnis all in fyre and flammis rede
The goddis all ar fled out of this stade
Throw quhais mycht, stude our empire mony day
Now all thare tempillis, and altaris waist leif thay
Bot gif ȝour desire be, sa fermlie prest
To fallow me, dar tak the vttirmest
Quhat fortoun is betid, all thinges ȝe se
Thare is no more, lat vs to gidder de
And amyd our, Inemyis army schute
To vincuste folkis, is ane comfort and bute
Nane hope of helpe, to beleif or reskew
So with thir wourdis, the ȝoung mennis curage grew
That in the dirk like, rauynis wolfis on rawis
Quham the blynd furie, of thare empty mawis,
Driuis furth of thare den, to seik thare pray
Thare litill quhelpis left, with dry throttis quhil day
So throw the wappynnys, and our fais went we
Apoun the dede vndo•• it, and wald not fle
Amyd the cietie, we held the maister stceit
The dirk nicht hid vs, with close schaddowis mete.

Quha sall the harme, of that wofull nycht
Expreme, or quha, with toung to tell has mycht
Sa feil dede corpsis, as thare lyis slane
Or thocht in cais thay weip, quhill teris rane
Equalie may bewale thay sorowis all
The anciant wourthy ciete doune is fall
That mony ȝeris, held hie seneory
Strekit in stretis here and thar thay ly
Feil corsis dede, of mony vnweildy wicht
Doung doun in hous, fey thay fell al nycht
In sanctuariis and templis, of Goddis eik
Na quhare sanctuarie, nor mercy mycht thay seik
And not onlie of troianis throw out the toune
The blude is sched, thus murtherit and slane doun
Bot sum time eike to thame ouer cumin and schent
Agane returnis, in breistis hardiment
So that sum grekis, victouris war smite dede
Cruel womenting occupiit, euery stede
Ouer al quhare drede, ouer al quhare wox care
And of the dede feil, gaistlie schaddois thare
Bot fyrst enconteris vs, Androgeus
With ane gret cumpany, of the Gregious
Vnwarly wening his fallow we had be
In hamly wordis to vs, thus carpis he
Haist ȝou matis quhat sleuth tariit ȝou thys late
Ouer othir feris, rubbis tursing away fute hate
The spreith of Troy, quhilk now is brynt to gledis
And ȝe first from ȝour schippis, now ȝou spedis
Thus said he, quhen that suddanlie and anon
He felt him selfe, happynnyt amyd his fon
For we him gaif ansuere, not traist yneuch
Astonyst with the word, abak he dreuch
As qua vnwar, tred on ane rouch serpent
Ligand in the bus, and for fere bakwart sprent
Seand hir reddy to stang, and to infek
Set vp hir venomous ȝallow boldin nek
On the se myn wise Androgeus of our sicht
Greitlie affrayit fled, in all his mycht
On thame we schout, and in thar mind rout duschit
Hewit, hakkit, smyte doun, and all to fruschit
Thay fey, Gregiouns, on ilk syde here and thare
With drede ouerset, and wist not quhar thay ware
The first laubour thus, lukkit wele with vs
Ioyus in hart of this, chance Corebus
O ȝe feris hald furth, this way quod he
Quhar fortoun first has schawin ws sic supple
Hald hiddir quhare our manhede has vs taucht
Now lat vs change scheildis, sen we bene saucht
Grekis ensenȝeis, do we counterfete
Quhidder be sticht, or strenth of armes grete
Ane man ouer cum, his Inemy quha rekkis
Thay sall vs rander, thare harnes of thar bakkis
And sayand thus, Androgeus criscit helme
He hint in hy and ouer his hede can quhelme
His schinyng scheild, with his baugie tuke he
And hang ane gregioun doun by his the
Siclik dyd Rypheous, my self eik and dyamas
An dalthe vther ȝoung men, that thare was
Full glaidlie in that retent spulȝe warme
Belife ilk man, did him selfe annarme
Amang the Grekis mydlit, than went we
Not with our awin takin, nor deite
Mony debatis, and vnsettis we haue done
And throw the silence of the nycht vndone
Feill of the Grekis, and send till hell adoun
Ane vyir menȝe fled, fast out of the toun
To thair schippis and thair traist coistes nyce
Sum part also, for schameful cowardice
Clame vp againe in the grete hors mawe
And hid thame in that belly weill be knaw
Alace vnlefull is any man towene
Contrare the plesour of goddis ocht may sustene
Lo Driamus Douchter the virgine Cassandra
Was, from the tempill, and sete of mynerua
Drawi• forsably barehede, with hair doun schaik
Reuthfully in vane behald and heuin alaik
With glotnyt ene, for baith hir tendir handes
Var strenȝeit sair, yboundin hard with bandes
This dolorus sicht, Corebus mycht not se
bot ruschit with furious mynd in the melle
Reddy to de, and we all followit fast
Amang glauis, and armour in we thrast
Here war we first to fruschit, and hard beset
With dartis and with stauis all to bet
By our awin feris, from the temple hicht
Ane miserabill slauchtir, thay begouth that nicht
The portratour of armes was misknaw
All war but grekis, tymbrillis that thay saw
Als quhat fra waling, and irons wordis fell
Agane reskewit, said by the damysell
Grekis flokkis to gidder here and thare
And vmbesettis, cruelly and sare
The felloun Aiax, and athir Atrides
And all the routis, clepit Dolopes
Lik as sum tyme, the feirs wyndes ȝe se
ȝe pherus, notus, and Eurus all thre
Contrarius blaw, thar bustuous bubbis with •ir
The woddis reirdis, baith elme eik and fir
Ouerturnis the ground, and nerens the fomy
From the fey ground, wod wraith is cachit on hy
On sic likwyse, the Grekis war in vadit
For than thay all at fled, warand euadit
Throw the dirk nycht, quhen sum thare feris slew we
And thaym had chasit, throw out all the ciete
Thay war the fyrst come, now to do vs dere
Our fenȝeit scheildis, wapnys and vther gere
Full wele thay knew, and by our vocis eik
Thay notify, that nane of vs was greik
By multitud and nowmer, apoun vs set
All ȝede to wraik thare, war we hall doun bet
And first of all, doun smyte was Corelus
By the richt hand, of greik peneleus
Before the altare, of Armypotent pallas
[…] doune fell, ane of the maist Iust men was
Amang Treianis best, kepand equite
Bot vthir wayis, the goddis thoucht suld be
Hypanis eik, and Damas alsua
war by that followis, throw gird bayth tua
Nor ȝit the pauthus, quhen that thou fell doun
The grete piece, and godlie religioun
Nor habbit of Appollo hid from skaith
O ȝe cauld assis of Troy, and flambis bayth
And extreme end, of cuntre folkis here I
Drawis ȝou to witnes, and dois testify
Quhen that ȝe fell to ground thus, and war slane
I nothir sparit wappynnys, strencht nor pane
Nor nane vnset, eschewit of Grekis mycht
For gif fatis, wald I had fallin in sycht
Thare with my handes, wrocht I worth my dede
Bot with the preis, we war relit of that stede
Onlie with me, Hiphitus, and Pelas
For age Hiphicus waik and febyll was
And Pelyas slauly, mycht one this go
By vxlyxes for he was woun dit so.

Anon vnto the palice, of Priamus
The Schoutis, and the cryis callis vs
Thare was ane hidduous batall for to sene
As thare nane, vthir bargane are had bene
Like as nane slane, was to all the ciete
Sa wod vndantit, melle thare we se
The Grekis ruschand, to the thak on hicht
So thik thai thrhang about, the portis all nycht
That like ane wall thay, vmbeset the ȝettis
Vp to the sayd wallis mony leddir settis
Quharon thai preis, fast ouer the ruf to spele
Couerit wich scheildes, agane the dartis fele
Thare left hand hie abon, thare hede gan hald
And oft with thare rycht hand, grip the battalling wald
Troianis agane, schaping defence to mak
•entturrettis doun, and of hous hedis the thak
Quhen all was lost, thay se at latter end
With sy• wappinnis, thay schupe thame to defend
The gilt sparris, and geistis gold begane
Doun on thame sling thay, and mony coistly stane
The proud and rial werkis, of faderis auld
And vthir sum law doun, within that hald
With drawin swerdes, stude reddy to kepe the ȝet
In ane thik rowt, thareat was mony set
Our spretis war restorit, and curage grew
The kingis palice to succoure, and reskew
The men tharin with all help, and supple
To strenching thame, war vincust nere we se
Ane small wikkit thare, was or entre derne
Ane littil ȝet clepit, ane posterne
On the bak half, priamus palyce almaist
Amang biggingis, stude desolate and waist
quhar at was woun, alone andromatha
To entir oft to Priamus, and Heccuba
And aftionax her ȝoung son, with hir bring
Vntyl hir grantschir, Priamus the king
Thare at I enterid, and to the wallis hicht
Vpwent quhare wrechit troyanis, as thai micht
Threw doun dartis thocht al was but waist
We sterte vntyl ane hie turret in haist
The top vpstrekand, to the sternes hie
Quharon we wount, ware al troy for to se
The Grekis schippis, and thare tentis eik
With instrumentis of irn, we pyke and seik
Round al about, quhare the ionyngis war worne
Reddy to fal, and corbellis all to torne
We holk and mynd, the corners for the nanis
Quhil doun belife, we tumlit all atanis
Ane felloun rusche it maid, and sound with all
And large on brede, ouer grekis routis did fal
Bot sope ane vthir, sort stert in thare stedis
Nowthir stanis, nor querrells with scharp hedis
Nor na kind of wappynnes, war sparit than
And first of all before the port in ran
Hard to the entre in, schynyng place of male
Pirrus with wappynnis feirslie did assaile
Lik to ane eddir, with schrewit herbis fed
Cummyn furth to lycht, & in the grund lyis spred
Auham wynter lange, hid vnder the cald erd
Mow slippit hir quoch, with schanand skyn new barde
Hir sliddrybody, in hankis round al run
Hie vp hir nek, strek and agane the son
With forkit toung in to hir mouth quitterand
To the assalt with pirrus com at the hand
Periphas, and anthome done his squyere
Was wount to gouerne, Achillis cart in were
And all the fensable men of Sirrea
Bownis ouer the wallis, and house hedis alsua
And fire blesis, aboue the rufe garris fle
Bot first of all ane, stallwart ax hynt he
The stirne Pirrus, to hew, and berk the ȝet
And furth of it, the scapillis has he bet
And bandis al of brais, yforgit wele
Be that in tua, the maister bar ilk dele
Is al to fruschit, syne the hard burdis he hakkis
And throw the ȝet, ane large windo makkis
By the quhilk slop, the place within apperis
The wyde hallis, wox patent all in feris
Of priamus, and ancient kingis of troy
Secrete throw gangis, ar schawin wont to be koy
Armyt men se thay stand, at the first port
Bot than throu out the Inner palice at schort
With duleful skrik, and waling, all is confundit
The holl housys ȝoulit, and resoundit
For womenting of ladyis, and wemen
The clamour vpstert, to the sternes then
The wofull moderis ran frayit on athir syde
Full lamentabil, throw out the chalmeris wyde
Brayssand the pestys, in armes, and durris cald
And seil fyis, with mouthis kis thaym wald
Instanlye pirrhus assailȝeis, with all his mycht
Be naturall strenth, of hys fader the wicht
That nothir closouris nor barrit ȝettis stout
Nor ȝit the keparys, may hald them langar out
Oft with the rain the porte is schaik and duschit
Doun bet ȝet chekys and bandis all to fruschyt
The wey is mayd, by force and entre brokyn
Grekis insprent, the formest haue thay stokyn
And slane with swerdes, the large hald here and thar
Was fillit full of Grekis ouer alquhare
Not so feirsly, the fomy riuer or flude
Brekis ouer the bankis, on spait quhen it is wod
And with his brus, and fard of watir broun
The dykys, and the schorys betis doun
Ouer spreddand crois, and flattis wyth hys spate
Ouer all the feyldis, that thay may row ane bate
Quhyll houssis, and the flokkys flittis away
The corne grangis, and slandand stakkys of hay
I saw my self thare, Neoptolemus
Make felloun slauchter, wod and furius
And athyr brethyr, of atrides alsua
Eldmoder to ane hunder, thare saw I Heccubā
And Pryamus at the alter, quhare he stude
All ouer bysprent, sparkyt full of blud
Of sacrifice, quham to, he bet the fire
Fyfty chalmeris, helde that riall sire
Quharein was his gude dochtreis ladyis ȝinge
Sit fare beleif is loist, of his of springe
The proude geistis, and durris gi•t with gold
Of barbary werk, and hungin many fold
With riches and spulȝe, of mony naciouns
Safer as from the fire, vnbet adoun is
The Grekis occupiis haly all is thairis
Quhat so thame list, to spill is nane that sparis

Pereuenture of Priamus, wald ye spere
How tid the chance his fate, gif ȝe list he•e
Quhen he the ciete saw takin, and doun bet
And of his palice brokin euery ȝet
Amyd the secrete closettis, eik his fais
The auld gray, all for nocht to him fais
His hawbrek quhilk was, lang out of vsage
Set on his schulderis, trymbling than for age
Ane swerd but help, about him beltis hie
And ran towart his fais, reddy to dee
Amyd the clois vndar, the heuin all bare
Stude thare that time, ane nobil fare altare
Nere quham thare grew, an rycht auldl laure tre
Bowand toward the altere, ane litill we
That with his scaddow, the goddis did ouer heild
Heccuba thidder with hir, childer for beild
Ran all in vane, and about the altare swarmes
Brasand the godlike ymage, in thare armes
As for the storme dowis flokkis, to gidder ilkane,
Bot quhen sche saw, quhat Priamus has tane
His armour so, as thoucht he had bene ȝing
Quhat fuliche thocht, my wretchit spous and kinge
Mouis the now sir wappynnis, for to weild
Quhidder haistis thou, quod sche of ne si• beild
haue we now myster, nor sic defendoris as the
The tyme is not ganaund, thar to we se
In cais hector war, present heir my son
He mycht not succour Troy, for it is won
Quharfor I pray sit doune, and cum thidder
And lat this altare sauf vs all togiddir
Or than ottanis all here lat vs de
Thus said sche, and with sic sembland as micht be
Him towart hir, has brocht but ony threte
And set the auld doun in the haly sette
But lo polites ane of, Priamus sonnys
Quhilk from the slauchter of pirrus, al way runis
Throw wapynnys fleing, and his innemis all
By lang throw gangs, and mony vode hall
Woundit he was and came to seik reskew
Ardentlie Pirrus, can him fast persew
With grundin lauce, at hand so nere furth strekit
Almaist the hede him, twichit and arrekit
Quhill at the last, quhen he is cummin I wene
Before his fader, and his moderis ene
Smat him doun dede in thare sicht quhare he stude
The gaist he ȝald, with habundance of blude
Priamus then thoucht he was, half dele dede
Mycht not contene hir Ire, nor wourdis of fede
But cries furth for that, cruell offence
And outragius, full hardy violence
Gif thare be piete, in the heuin aboue
Quhilk takis hede to this that thou has done
The goddis mot, condingly the forȝeild
Eftir thy deserte rendring, sic gan ȝeild
Cansit me behald, myne owne childe slane alace
And wyth hys blude, filit the faders fete
Bot he quham by, thou fenys thy self be gette
Achill was not, to Pryamesa hard sette
For he of ritht, and fayth esthamed eyke
Quhen that I com, hym lauly to beseyke
The dede body, of Hector rendrit me
And me con voyt hame to my ciete
Thus say and the auld waikly, but force or dynt
Ane dart did cast, quhilk wyth ane pik dyd stynt
On his harnes, and on the scheild dyd hyng
But ony harme or vyer, damnessyng
Quod Pirrus alwayis, sen thou sayis sa
To Pilleus son my fader thou moist ga
Bere hym thys message, remember well thou tell
Him, all my werkis and dedis sa cruel
Schaw Neoptolemus, is de generit clene
Now sall thou de, and with that word in ten
The auld trymblyng towart, the altare he drew
That in the hate blud of his son sched new
Founderit and pirrus him, grippit by the hare
With his left hand, and with the tothir al bare
Drew furth his schin, & swerd quhilke in his side
Festnyt, and vnto the hiltis did it hyde
Of Priamus this was, the finale fate
Fortoun here endit, his glorious estate
Seand Ilioun all, birn in fyris broun
And Troyis wallis, fall and tumblit doun
That riall prince vinquhile our Asia
Apoun sa feill pepil, and realmes alsua
Regnit in welch, now by the coistes lyis dede
Bot as ane stok, and of hakkit his hede
Ane corps, but lyfe renowne or vthir fame
Vnknawin of any wicht, quhat was his name

First than the grislie, dede about me stert
Astonyst I wox, for sone prent in my hart
The Image of my dere fader, quhen I
The king his euin e•d beheld sa cruelly
Be dedely wound ȝaldand, vp the sprete
On desolate Crevsa, my spous sa sueit
I thocht als, and dangerus of my place
Of litil Ascaneus, sare I drede the caise
About I blent to behalde here and thare
Quha of our feris, remanit with me thare
All war thay fled, full were left me allone
Sum to the erd loppin, from the hye touris of stone
Sum in the fyre, thayr irked bodyes let fall
Thare was na ma, but I left of them all
Quhen in the tempell of vesta the goddes
Lurkand full law, in tyl an secrete place
Tyndarus dochter, quene Helene I espy
The firis schane so bricht, as I went by
All thing was patent, quhare so euer I went
Sche dreding, les the troyanis wald hir schent
And cast sum way, for hir distructioun
Becaus all troy, for hir was thus bet doun
Sare punycioun of Grekis, drede sche als
Hir husbandis wraith, quhom sche left and was fals
And eik the common fatale, fury of troy
Hir self sche hid, therfore and held full koy
Besyde the altare sitting one this sene
My sprete for Ire, brynt in propir tene
And all in greif thocht cruell vengeance tak
Of my countre, for this myscheuous wraik
Wyth bittir panis, to wreik our harmes smert
Thocht I, sal scho pas, to the relme of spert
Hale skarth and se mytene, hir natyue land
And with triumph follow hir first husband
Or like ane Quene, sall sche wend hame ouer se
Hir frendis agane, or chyldren shall she se
Accompanyit with mony, troiane made
And Phrigiane Seruandis, in bondage with hir bade
Sen now by hir with swerd, lyis Priamus dede
And riall troy all brynt in flammes rede
Of Dardane eik, the strandis, and the flude
Sa oft has bene walterit, or baythit in blude
Na na, not sa, I wys that sall sche nocht
And set it be not louable, nor semely thocht
To punys ane women, but schamefully hir to s•a
Na victory, but lak following alsa
ȝit netheles I aucht louit to be
Vengeaunce to take on hir, deseruis to de
It wyll my mynd assuage, for to be wrokin
On hir quham by, troy birnt is and doun brokin
And for to eik the mischeif, of hir dede
Till our sorowis, fillit with asses rede
Syc tythinges I thocht, half wod and furius
As out of wit, my mynd was cachyt thus
Quhen that my blessit moder of sic bewte
Apperit fare, than euer I did hir se
Schynnyng full clere, for al the dyrke nycht
Confessiyng hir to be, ane goddes britht
In sic forme of quantite and estate
As sche is sene wyth spretis deificate
Me by the rycht hand hint sche, and held fast
And wyth hir rosy lyppes, thus sayd at last
Son quha sa grete, and furious cruelte
And hie vndantit Ire, has rasit in the
Quhy gais thou mad, quhiddir is went this vnkynd
Our remembrance, or we forȝet of mynd
Suld thou not first, think quhare thou left but le•s
Thy verray fader, the agit Anchises
Wenys thou or not, ȝit creusa leuand be
And astaneus thi ȝoung son, quham all thre
The Grekis armys walkis rwnd about
And bot my mycht resist thame sans dout
Thay had bene brynt, or this in flambis tede
And with thair fais swerdis, smyte to dede
Not the bewte of Helene, Latonia
Quham thou hatis, nor Paris quhilk alsua
Is blamyt of this riches, has thou rest
Bot the wraith, of the Goddis has done •est
The cietie of Troy, from top on to grund
Behald for thy within, ane litill stound
The cloud of Dirknes, from thy sicht so clere
That on ȝour mortale ene, quhil ȝe bene here
Lik to ane wattry, rouch standis dym about
Thy moder is hi•st on, na wys nedis the dout
Na hir command refusing to obey
Quhare thir towris, thou seis doun fall and sway
And stane fra sta•e, doun bet and reik vprys
With stew pouder, and dust mixt on this wyse
Neptune the foundmentis of thir wallis hie
With his grete mattok, hauand granes thre
Vnder myndis round about the towne
Furth of the ground, holkand the bermkyn doun
Maist cruell Iuno, has or this alsua
Sesit with the first, the port clepit stea
And from the schippes the coistis on sche Callis
Standand wodwraith ennarmed on the wallis
The hie castellis, and strenthis to and fra
Tenald now pallas of tritonia
All occupus schynyng in werelik wede
Fell Gorgones had, in to hir schield tak hede
The grete fader Iupiter, strench and mycht
Distributis happely, to the Grekis in ficht
And eik the goddis Ire, prouokis he
Aganis troianis, power in melle
Fle now my son in haist, away thou wend
And of lauboure vpproffitabill, mak ane end
I salbe with the souirlie, and full kroy
Quhill to the faderis, ȝet I the conuoy
This sayand scho, hir hid in the clois nycht
Than terrible figuris, apperis to my sicht
Of grete goddis semand, with Troy aggreuit
And tho beheld I, all the ciete mischeuit
Fare Ilioun all fall in gledis doun
And from the sole, grete Troy Neptunus toun
Ouer tumblit to the ground, so as ȝe se
The lauboraris, in to the mountanis hie
With steil axes, besely hak and hew
Ane meikle aik, that money ȝeris thar grew
The tre brangillis boisting to the fall
With top trymbling, and branschis schakand all
Quhil finalie it get the lattir straik
Than with ane rare doune, duschis the meikle aik
And with his fard, brekis doun bew wis about
Furth of that stede I went, and throw the rout
Of Inemyis, and flammis I me sped
The fyre and wappinnis, gaif me place and fled
So happely the goddes, gydit me
Quhill that within, the portis and entre
Of my faderis lugeing, I am cumin
My fader than, quham I schupe to haue numinyn
And cary it to the nerrest hillis hicht
And him thareto solist, with all my mycht
B•t he rifusis, or euer to leif in Ioy
Efter the rewyne, and distructioun of Troy
To suffir exile he said, that hene couth
O ȝe quod he in blude, and flurist ȝouth
That has ȝour strenth ȝit, and for•y mycht
Pas on ȝour way, anon and tak the flicht
Gif goddis likit lenth, my life langar space
Thay wald haue sauit, to me this litill space
It is yneuch yneuch, and mare I wene
Ane destruction of Troy, that we haue sene
Remanyng alife, efter the ciete tane
So so hald on, leif this dede body allane
Sa the last quething word, adew to me
I sall my deith, purhces thus quod he
Quhen our Inemyis, seis me enarmed stand
Sum sall haue reuth, and slame with his brand
To get my spulȝe, quhat of the body na cure
The corps is sone, warpit in sepulture
Hatit of the goddis, to all nedis vnable
Thir mony ȝeris, I left vnproffitabe
Ay sen the fader of Goddis, and king of men
With thunder blast, me smate as that ye ken
And with his fyry leuin me, vmberaucht
That we in to our langage clepe, fyre flaucht
Reher•s this fermlie, he did remane
At his first purpois fixt, and we agane
Furth ȝetting teres, and our spous Creusa
Ascaneus ȝing, and all ouer menȝe alsa
Besocht my fader to saif, his very banis
And not be wilfull, to perris all atanis
An to eschew the chance, as it was wount
Plat he refusis, enherding to his entent
The first sentence haldand, euer in ane
To stert to harnes, I am compellit agane
And as maist wertchit, and miserabill catiue
Dede I desirit, and Irkit of my lyfe
For by na wisdome, nor chance persaife I mycht
We couth eschaip, nor ȝit by force in fycht
O dere fader qhuat, wenys thou for dede
And fute quod I me, to stere of thes stede
And leif the here, O God quha euer couth
Sic cryme to me be said, of faderis mouth
Bot gif it lykis, to the goddis hie
Na thinge be left, of sa fair ane ciete
Or gif thou has in mynd decretit eik
And weile likis thyne selfe, and thine to eik
Vnto the rewyne of Troy, and to be schent
Dede at our dur is reddy, and patent
From mekill blede schedding, of Priamus
Hiddir belife sal cum, cruell Pircus
Quhilk vaucys the son, before the faderis face
And Gorris the fader, at the altere but grace
Is this the way, my haly moder that thou
Suld keip me, fais and firis passyng throw
That I behald, within my chalmer secrete
My Inemyis, and se Ascaneus sueit
My dere fader and Creusa my wyfe
Athir in vtheris, hate blude leissis thar lyfe
Harnes serwandis, harnes bringe hidder sone
The latir end thus, vincust and vndone
Callis vs agane, to battell and assay
Haue done cum on thys is ye lattir day
Render me to the Grekis, or suffir me
The bargane begyn at I may se
This daye vnwrokin, we sal neuer all be ••ane
About me than my swerd I belt agane
And schote my left arme in my scheild all mete
Bownyng me furth, quhen lo about my feit
My spous lappit, fell doun into the ȝett
And litill Iulus, forgane his fader vp set
Gif thou list pas, quod she thy self to spill
Harll vs with the, in all perellis, quhar thou wyl
Bot gif thou traistis, as expert in thy dedis
Ony help by force of armes, than thou nedis
First to defend and kepe, this hous quod scho
Quhar thyine fader, and thyne ȝoung son bene lo
And I vmquhile, quhilk salbe clepit thy spous
Quham to sall webe left, in this waist hous

With skirllis and with skrekis, sche thus beris
Filling the hous, with murnyng, and salt teris
Quhen suddanly ane wounder thyng to tell
Ane ferefull takin, betid of grete meruell
For lo the top of litil Ascaueus hede
Amang the dulful armes, wyll of rede
Of his parentis from the schede of his croun
Schane al of licht, vnto the erd adoun
The leme of fyre, and flamb but ony skaith
In his haris about his haffattis bayith
Kendillis vp bricht, and we than all in were
Abaissit trymblyng, for the dredful feare
The blesand haris, bet furth thay brynt so schir
And schupe with watir, to slokin the haly fyre
Bot anchises my fader, blith and glaid
Lift ene and handis, to the heuin, and thus gatis said
O thou almichty, Iupiter quod he
With ony prayeris inclinit, gif thou may be
Tak hede to vs, and gif we deseruit
For our piete and reuch, to be conseruit
Haly fader send vs thy help als ȝore
And conferme all the takinnis, sene before
Skarsly the auld thir wourdis, had warpit out
Quhen sone the are begouth, to rumbil and rout
On our left hand, towartis the North full richt
And from the heuin fell in the dirk nicht
Ane fare bricht sterne, rynnand with bemes clere
Quhilk on the top of our logeing, but were
First saw we licht, syne schinning went away
And hid it in the forest of Ida
Merkand the way, quhidder that we suld spure
Thare followis ane streme of fyre, or ane lang fure
Castand gret licht, about quhare that it schane
Quhill all inuiroun, rekit lyke bryntstane
With that my fader Vincust, stert on fute
And to the goddis carpis, to be our but
The haly sterne, adornit, he rycht thare
Now now quod he, I tary no langare
I follow and quhidder ȝe gide me sall I wend
O natiue goddis, ȝour awin kinrent defend
Sauf ȝour neuo ȝouris is this orakil
In ȝour protectioun, is troy for this myrakil
I wyl obey, and grantis vnto ȝour will
My dere son quhidder, euer thou wend will
I sall na mare refuse, to be thy fere
Thus sayd he, and be than thare and here
Throw out the wallis, the reird of fyris grew
Aymare and mare, and the here nerrer drew
Haue done quod I, and syne clim vp anone
And set the euin aboue my nek bone
Apoun my schulderis I sall the bere but were
Nor this labour sall do, to me no dere
Quhat euer betide, ane welfare or ane skaith
Sal be commoun, and equale to vs baith
Litill iulus sal bere me cumpany
My spous on dreich, eftir our trace sal hy
And ȝe my seruandis take hede, quhat I say
As ȝe pas furth, of this ciete this ilk way
Thare is ane mote, quhare ane auld tempill but leis
Now standis desert, of the goddis seris
Beside quham, growis ane Cipir tre full old
With forefaderis feil ȝeris in wourschip hold
In that place lat vs meit, on athir syde
Fader sen that we may, no langer bide
Take vp the haly relikis, in thy hand
And our penates, and goddis of this land
It war vnlefull, and wikkitnes to me
From sa grete slauchtir, blude schedding and melle
Newly departit to twiche thaym, for the blude
Quhil I be weschin, into sum rynnand flude
And sayand thus, I spred my schulders braide
Syne ouer my nek, aboue the weidis laid
Ane ȝallow skyn was of the feirs Lioun
And thare apoun gart set my fader doun
Litill Iulus grippis me by the hand
With vnmeit pais his fadder fast followand
Nere at my bak, Creusa my spous ensewis
We pas by quiet wentis, and secrete rewis
And me quham laitlie, na wappin nor dartis cast
No preis of Grekis, routis maid agast
Ilk sowth of wynd, and euery quhisper now
And alkin strage affrayit, and causit grow
Baith for my birdin, and my litill mait
Quhen we war cummyn, almaist to the ȝet
And all dangere, we thocht eschapit nere
Ane felloun dyn, belyue of feit we here
My fader than lukand, furth throw the sky
Cryis on me fast fle son fle son in hye
Thay cum at hand behynd me, I gat ane sycht
Of lemand armour, and schynand sheildis brycht
That I knaw nocht, quhat fermyt god vnkynd
So me astonist, and reft from me my […]
For throw the secrete stretes, fast I ran
Before the layif, as weile bekend man
Allas to me, catiue I wat neuer quhidder
My spous Creusa remanit, or we com hidd••
Or by sum fate of goddis, was reft away
Or gif sche errit, or irkit by the way
For neuir syne, with ene saw I her eft
Nor neuer abak, fra sche was loist or reft
Blent I gane, nor perfite mynd has cummyn
Quhill to the mont, of seres war we cummyn
And fynalie, quhen we bene gadderit thidder
Fast by the haly tempill, all to gyddir
Sche was away, and betrumpit soithli
Hir spous, hir son, and all the cumpany
Than wod for wo so, was I quite myscaryit
That nother god, nor man, I left vnwaryit
For quhat mare hard mischance, quhen troy doun fell
Apperit to me, as that, or sa cruel
Astaneus tho, and my father Anchises
And eik our troiane goddis, penates
Vnto my feris, betaucht I for to keipe
And hid thaym derne, with in ane valey depe
To the toun I sped, with all my mycht
Claspit fulll meit, in till fyne armour bricht
Wilfull, all auenturis newlingis to assay
And for to serche troy, euery streit and way
And eik my hed agane, in perrel set
Bot first the wallis, the derne entre and ȝet
Quhare atwe Ischit, furth, I seik agane
Halding bakwart ilk frute step we had gane
Lukand and serchand, about me as I mycht
The vgsumnes, and silence of the nicht
In euery, place my sprete mad sare agast
Fra thyne, vntil our lugeing hame I past
To spy perchance, gif sche had hiddir returnit
It was with Grekis ouerset, and hail ouer turnit
Alhail the hous, wyth thaym sa occupyit
Belife the fyre, all waistand I espyit
Bleis with the wynd, ouer the rufe here and thare
The flames vpsprang, and hait low in the are

To Priamus palice, eftir socht I than
And syne, vnto the tempill first I ran
Quhare at the portis, or, cloister of Iuno
Than al bot waist, thoch it was girth stud tho
Phenix, and Dour vlixes, wardanis tway
For to obserue, and keip the spreith or pray
To giddir in ane hepe, was gadderit precius gere
Riches of Troy, and vthir Iowellis sere
Reft from al partis, and of the tempillis brynt
Of massy gold, the veschell war furth hynt
From the goddis, and gold in tabillis al
With precius vestmentis, of spulȝe triumphal
The ȝong children, and frait matronus eik
Stude all on raw, with mony pietuous screk
About the tressour, quhymperand wordis sare
And I also my self, so bald vox thare
That I durst schaw my voce, in the dirk nicht
And clepe and cry, fast throw the stretis on hycht
Ful dolorusly, Creusa Creusa
Agane feil syis, in vane I callit sa
Throw housis, and the ciete quhare Irode
But other rest, or ressoun as I war wode
Quhil at the figur, of Creusa and goist
Offer mare stature, than are quhen sche was loist
Before me catiue, hir sekand apperand thare
Abasit I wox, and widdirsynnis stert my hare
Speike mycht I not, the voce in my hals sa stak
Than sche belife, on this wyse to me spak
With sic wordis, my thochtis to assuage
O my s•eit spous, into sa furious rage
Quhat helpis thus, thy seluyn to torment
This chance is not, but goddis willes went
Nor it is not leful thyng, quod sche
Fra hyne, Creusa thou turs away wyth the
Nor the hie gouernoure, of the heuin abon is
Will suffir it so to be, bot the behuffis
From thens to wend full fer into exile
And ouer the braid sey, sayl furth mony a myle
Or thou cum, to the land Hisperia
Ouhare with swift coursis, tybis of Lidia
Rynnys throw the riche feildis, of pepill stout
Thare is gret substance, ordanit the but dout
Thare sall thou haue ane realme, thare sal yu ring
And wed to spous, the dochter of an king
Thy wepyng, and thitaris do away
Quhilk thou makis, for chy luffit Creusay
For I the nece, of mychty Dardanus
And gude dochtir vnto the blissit venus
Of mirmidones the realme, sal neuer behald
Nor ȝit the land of Dolopes so bald
Nor go to serf na matroun gregioun
Bot the gret moder, of the goddis ilkon
In theyr cuntreis withhaldis me foreuer
Adew fare weile, for ay we mon disseuer
Thou begude frend, luf weill and keip from skaith
Oure ane ȝoung son, as commoune to vs baith
Quhen this was spoken, away fra me she glaid
Left me wepyng and feil wourdis wald haue said
For sche so lithtlye, vanist in the are
That with my armes, thrys I preissit thare
About the hals, hir to haue belappit
And thryis all waist, to gidddir my handis I clappit
The figure fled, as licht wynd or the sonne beme
Or maist likly, ane wauerand sweuin or dreme
Thus finalie, the nicht al passit and gane
Vnto my fallowschip, I returne agane
Quhare that I fand, assemblit al newlye
Sa huge ane rout, of our folkis that I
Wounderit the nowmer, thay sa mony were
Of men women, gadderit all in fere
And ȝoung pepill, to pas in exile habill
And of commouns, ane sorte so miserabill
Fra euery part, that flokking fast about
Bayth with gude will, and thare moblis but dout
Reddy to wend, in quhat coist or countre
That euery me list, to cary thayme ouerse
With this, the day sterne Lucifer the bricht
Aboue the stop of Ida, rais on richt
Gyding the day, hard at his bak following
The grekis than, we se in the mornyng
Stand for to kepe, the entres of the portes
And thus, quhen na hope of reskew at schort is
My purpois I left, obeyand destany
And car•t my fader, to Ida hill in hy.