Book III

Prologue

Honerit lady pail Cynthea, not bricht
Quhilk from thy brothir, borrowis al thi licht
Reulare of passage, and wayis mony one
Maistres of stremes, and glaider of the nycht
Schipmen, and Pilgrimes, hallowis thy mycht
Leman to pan, douchter of hipieroun
That slepand, kissid the hird Endemoun
Thy strange wentis, to write god gif me sticht
Twichand, the third buke of Encadone.
The ferefull stremes, and coistis wounderfull
Now must I wryte, thocht my wyt be dull
Wilde auenturis, monstouris, and quent affrayis
Of vncouth dangeris, this next buke is ful
Nyce laubour, quhare mynotaure the bul
Was kepit, had neuer sa feile cahutis, and wayis
I drede men clepe them, fabillis now on dais
Tharfor wald god, I had thare eris to pull
Misknawis the crede, and threpis vthir forvayis.
In cais thay bark, I compt it neuer ane myte
Quha can not hald thare pece, ar fre to flite
Chide quhill thare hedis riffe, and hals worde hace
Wene thay to murdir me, with thare dispite
Or is it Virgil, quha tham list bakbite
His armour wald thay perce, quhare is the place
He doutis na dynt, of pollar, swerd nor mace
Quhat wenys thou freynd, thy craw be worthin quhite
Suppois the holkis be, all ouer growin the face.
Deme as ȝe list, that can not demyng weil
And gentill courtes redaris, of gud zeill
I ȝou beseik, to geuin aduertence
This text is ful of stories, euer ilk deill
Realmes and landis, quhare of I haue no feill
Bot as I follow, virgill in sentence
Few knawis, al thys coistis fa fer hens
To pik thaym vp, perchaunce, ȝour ene wil reile
Thus aucht thair na•e, blame me for smal offence
By strange chanullis, fronteris and fore landis
Vncouth coistis, and mony vilsum strandis
Now goith our barge, for nother houk nor craik
May here ruke saile, for schailed bankis and sandis
From herpies fel, and blynd Ciclopes handis
Be my lede stere, christ goddis sone but maik
Thocht storme of temptacion, my schip eft schaik
Fra swelth of ••lla and dirk Caribdis bandis
I mene from hell, sal not go al to wraik

Book III

Efter that sene, and thocht expedient
Was by the goddis, to distroy and sche••
Of Asia the Empire, and doun to bryng
But offence, Pr•mus pepil, and of spring
And proud Ilioun, was brokyne ane bet doun
And from the sole, al Neptunus toun
Ibrint in smok of flambis, and in reik
Sindry landis, and cuntreis for to seik
And wend exile, in diuers natiouns
Of the goodis, by reuelatiouns
We war admonist feil syis, as is said
Schippis we graith, and nauy reddy maide
Betuix Anchandros, and the mont of Ida
Vncertane quhiddir, the fatis wald we suld ga
Or quhare we suld, remane ȝit finalie
Our men togiddir, gadderit we in hie
And skant, begynnyng was the fresche were
When that Anchyses, my awin fader dere
Bad vs make saile, and folow destany
Than weping sare, my natiue coist left I
The hauynnys and feildes, desolate
Whare troyis ryall cietie, stude of layt
Furth sale we, bauist throu the deip se
With my ȝoung son Ascaneus, and our menȝe
And wyth our freyndly goddis Pinates hate
And eik our grete goddis, of mare estate
Thare lyis ane werlye cuntre, weil feir thens
With large fieldes, lauborit ful of fens
Of trace the pepil, or thare inhabyting
Qhare that vmquhile, strang Ligurgus was Kyng
Ane ancient, and ane tender herbry place
Till tr•ya••s, quhil we stude in fortouniys grace
Our pepil, togiddir confederit and ally
By schip thidder ouersey, cariit was I
Quhare at the bay, and coistis syde of the sey
Begouth I first, set walles of ane cietie
All thocht my fundament, was infortunate
The toun I nemyt, efter myne estate
And fra my name, it clepit Eneades
Vnto my moder, of Diane douchter wes
Sacrifice I maid, and to the goddis all
Quham for new wertris, men happy helparis cal
And to the kyng, of hevinly wythtis that tyde
Ane quhite bull slew I, be the coistis syde
On cace thare stude, ane lityl mote nere by
Quhare hep thorne buskis, on the top grow hie
And euyn sepplynis, of Myrthus the tre fiuneral
Thidder I went grene bews doun to hale
Hard by the ground, my altare for to dycht
With burgeouns, and with branschis al at rycht
Ane grislie takin, fereful to tel I se
As from the sole vprent, was the first tre
By the rutis, the blak droppis of blude
Distillit thare fra, that all the erth, quhair it stude
Was spottit of the fylth, and stenyt allak
The cauld drede, maid all my membris quaik
And for effere my blude, to giddir fresit
Ane vthir small twist, of ane tre I chesit
For to brek doun, the causis to assay
Of this mater, that it was vnknowin alway
And ȝit the blude, followit on the samyn maner
Furth of the bark, of that vther but were
Than in my mynd, of mony thingis I musit
And to the goddes, of vildernes as is vsit
Quhilk hamadriades, hait I wourschip maid
Vnto Gradmus father, that ringis of glaid
Ouer all the land, of getis and of tars
Quhilk clepit is, the god of armis mars
Beseiking this, auisioun worth happy
And the orakil, prosperite suld signify
Bot eftir that, the third sioun of treis
Apoun the sandis, sittand on my kneis
I schupe to haue, vp reuin with mare preis
Quhidder sall I speke now, or hald my peis
Furth of the graif, ane duleful murnyng law
I herd, and to myne eris com this saw
Enee, quhy rentis thou, ane wrechit creature
Haue reuch of him, new laid in sepulture
And for to fyle, the deuote handis spare
Of troy yborne, am to the na strangeare
This blude droppis, not from that stok in thy ha••
Fle sone allace, furth of this cursit land
Fle from this auerus kingis coist, in hy
For lo thus Polidorus, here I lye
Throw gyrd with dartes, and steil hedis •cho•e
Apon sic wise, ouer heildit on this mote
The scarpe lantis, growis grene and spredis oute
Than wist I not, quhat I shuld do for dout
The fere affrayit, my mynd astonist als
Vp stert my hare, the word stake in my hals
With ane grete sold of gold, fey priamus
Secretly vmquhile, send this Polidorus
Quhilk was his son, to Polynestor king
Of trace, to keip and haue in nurissing
Quhen of troiane, defence begouth to dout
And saw the toun besegeit, all about
Bot this ilk king of trace, seand how troye
Losit his michtis, be fortoun, turnit from ioy
The party chesis, of agammenon
Adherand to the victouris, side anon
And faith, and frend schip, brak he tham in hy
And Polidorus, slane has cruelly
And thus be fors, the tressouris dos withhold
O curset hunger, of this wrechit gold
Quhat wikkitnes, or mycheif may be do
That thou constrenis not, mortall myndis to
Eftir this affray, was fra my banys went
Of the goddis, their ferefull wordis quent
Vnto the nobillis, and gretest of our men
And to my fader, first rehers I then
And quhat our purpois was, eik Inquire
Thay war all of ane wil, and ane desire
To pas furth of this waryit, realme, of trace
And for to leif, that pollute herbry place
And to the wynd set our nauy, but were
Tharfor to Polidorus, vp ane bere
We• rekit, and to the erd ane grete flure
Keist in ane hepe, aboue this sepulture
Syne in remembrance, of the saulis went
The dolorus altaris, fast by war vp stent
Crowned with garlandis, all of haw sey hewis
And with the blaiknit cipres, dedelie bewis
The troiane women stude, with hare doun schaik
About the bere weping, with mony allake
And on we kest, of warme milk mony skul
And of the blude of sacrifice, coupis ful
The saule we bery, in sepulture on this wyse
The lattir halesing, syne loude schoutit thrys
Rowpand atanis adew quhen all is done
Ilkane, perordoure, ther mon we follow sone.

Sine quhen we se, our tyme to faill maist habill
The blaistis mesit, and the seis stabill
The soft piping wynd, calling to se
Thare schippis than, furth settis our manȝe
ȝe mycht haue sene, the coistis and the strandis
Fillit with portage, and pepil tharon standis
Furth of the heuin, we salit all anon
The sicht of land, and ciete sone is gone
Amyd the sey, yelepit Egeos
Ane haly Iland, lyis that hait delois
Hallowit of Neptune, and the moder alsua
Of the Nerides, clepit Dorida
Quham the cheritabill archere, appollo
Quhen it fletit, rollyng fro coist to and fro
Sasit and band, betuix vther Ilis tua
Quhilkis clepit ar, mytone and giara
Stablissing so, that it mycht lauborit be
And comptis nouthir, the wynd nor storme of sey
Thiddir ar we cariit, and in that plesand land
Ane souir hauin, ressauit vs at hand
All wery we bene, ischit out of schip
The ciete of Appollo, to wourship
The king therof, yelepit aynyus
Prince of the men, and preist eik to Phebus
Wyth bendis baith, and haly laurere croun
Set on his hede, met vs without the toun
His agit freynd anchises, knew this kyng
Handis we schuke, wyth hartlie welcummyng
And to his palice, al with him we went
Quhar that I wourschip, as was myne entent
The god appollo, within his hallowit hald
One temp•l beildit, all of stanis auld
O thou quod I appollo tymbrius
Sum propir duellyng place, thou grant til vs
We the beseik, that schaw also thou wald
To vs irkit, sum strench and stalwart hald
And that thou grant vs, eik successyoun
And for to duel, in ane remanand toun
Sauf vs lattir wardis of troy, that we ne spill
Leuyng of Grekis, and of the fers achill
Gif vs thy ansueir, quharon we sal depend
Quhiddir wilt thou fader, we now wend
Quhar sal we sit, oure lugeing to remane
Condiscend in our mindis, and schaw vs plane
Skars war theyr wordis said, quhen that I se
A thyngis trymblyng, and schake about me
The durrys, and the laurere tre, but dout
And all the montane, mouyt round about
Ane murmour, or ane rumesing, herd we haue
Wythin the courting, and the secrete caue
The quiet closettys opnyt, wyth ane reird
And we plat lay, grufelyngis on the erd
Ane voce come tyll our eris, say and thus
O ȝe doure pepill, discend from Dardanus
The ilke ground, fra quham the first stok came
Of ȝour lynnage, with blycht bosum the same
Sall ȝou ressaue, thidder returnyng agane
To seik ȝour auld moder, mak ȝou bane
Thare sall Eneas lynnage, haue senȝeory
Our all landes, and realmes vnder the sky
And thare sonnys, and sonnys sonnis syne
And all, that euer succedis of thare lyne
Thus sayd Phebus, and than our folkes amang
Mixt with blichtnes, ane felloun dyn vpsprang
Quhat place was this, euery ane can frane
Quhidder callis Phebus, biddis be vs turne agane
My fader than revolving, in his mynd
The discent of fore faderis, of our strynd
Nobillis quod he, herkis quhat I ȝou say
And lere at me, ȝour veilfare I ȝou pray
The Ile of Crete, lyis amyd the se•
The natiue land, of Iupiter maist hye
Thare is the first hill, yclepit Ida
Thare our forebearis, first in thare credillis lay
The land maist plentuous of wyne, oil, and quheit
Inhabit, with ane hundreth cietes greit
Quharfor thay come, gif I remember rycht
Our gret forefader, tew•rus the wicht
First to the coist, of Rethia in Phrigy
And for his ciete, chesit the sete fast by
For ȝit than was not I••oun, vpbeild
Nor the strang wallis of troy, bot on the fei••
Thay duelt in lugis, and mony litill caue
The adornare eik, of our realme we haue
From that land, the moder of goddis Cibilee
And blast, of brasin trumpettis, as ȝe se
From thens come eike the wod of Idea
And the traist cerymones, of sacrifice alsua
The fassoun eik, and gif we lerned thare
Quhow the Lioun suld draw, the ladis chare
Haue done tharfore shortly, and lat wes wend
Thidder quhare the goddis, orakill has vs kend
The wynd first lat vs mese, or that we ga
Sine seik the realme of Crete, and gno••a
This not thens lange cours norviage fer
Our nauy sall with help of Iupiter
The thrid morow, be at the coist of Crete
This beand said, ganand offerandis ful mete
Before the altaris, he slew in sacrifice
Ane bull to neptune, first as is the gyse
Ane bull to bricht appollo for his behest
And to the god of tempestis ane blak beist
And to the chancy windis, ane mylk quhite
The fame than was of Crete, the coist stude quite
Desolate, but prince, for Idomeneus the king
Was by the pepill, expellit from his regnne
The lugeing vode, and reddy to thare fays
The Ciete left waist, till ony it vp tais
The porte thare with Ortigia leyf we
And with swift cours, flaw throw the salt se
By the Iland swepand, we anone
With hillis full of wynes hait Naxon
By Donysa, quhar growis the Marbil grene
And by Paron with his quhite marbyll schene
By Olearon, and mony Ilis but leys
Skatterit in the sey, yclippit Cyclades
We s•yde in fluddes, End lang fe•• coystes fare
The noyis vpsprange, of mony marmere
Byssy at thare werke, to takilling euery to•s
Thare feris exhortyng, with mony heys, and how
To spede thame fast towart the realme of Crete
With thare forefaderis, and progenitouris to meit
The followand wynd blew sterk, in our taill
Quhil fynalie, arriue we with bent saile
Apoun the ancyent coist, of Curetanys
Ane kynd of pepil, quhilk into Crete remanis
And sone I me enforce, with diligence
To big ane wallit ciete, of defence
Pergamea I nemyt it, but bade
Our folkis than, that warren blith and glad
Of this couth surname, of our new ciete
Exhort I to graith hous, and leif in lee
And rais on hicht, the strenth and fortalice
Our schippis or thys, full weile we gart addres
And lay almaist, apoun the dry sand
The ȝoung men for to labour thare new land
And in honour of wedlok, as is the gyse
Makis thare offerand, and thare sacrifyce
And I thar statutis, and sere lawis thaym taucht
Assign and ilkane, propit housis and aucht
Quhen suddanlie, ane cruel pest and traik
So that cornes and frutis, gois to wraik
Throw the corrupit are, and cours of heuin
Ane dedelie ȝere, for wers, than I can neuin
Fell in our membris, with sic infectioun
Was na remede, cure nor correctioun
The sueit saulis, leuis the bodyis dede
Or seik thay ly, gaspand in euery stede
And forthir eik Sirius, the frawart star
Quhilk clepit is the signe Canicular
So brynt the feildis, al was birnand maid
Herbis wox dry, wallowing and gan to fede
The seik ground denyis, his frute and fudis
My fader exhortis vs, turn agane our fludis
To delos, and appolles, ansuere spere
Beseiking him, of succours vs to lere
Quhat end vnto, our irksum panis he sendis
And be quhat way, we mycht assay our mendis
Or this turbatioun, or quhidder and quhare that he
Will that we seik, or set, our cours ouer se.

Cummyng is the nyght, that euery beist on ground
Desiris rest be kynd, and s•epis sound
Quhen that the fyguris, of our goddis blist
And the phrigiane penates, or I wist
Quhilk from the myd, of the fyris of troy I brocht
Thidder with me, quhare I lay and slepit nocht
Gan to appere, standing before myne ene
With full gryte lycht, graithly I haue thaym sene
Quhare as the full mone, wyth beames brycht
In throw the tirllest wyndo, schane by nycht
Than sayd thay thus, with wordis to assuage
My thochtis, and my hauy sad curage
That thyng quod thay, quhilk Appollo wald sa
And thou war brocht, vnto ortigra
Here he the schawis, and eik as thou may se
Vnrequirit has send vs, thidder to the
Quhen troy was brynt, we followit the prowes
Vnder thy gard to schip, we vs addres
Ouer spynnand mony swell, and seyis salt
And to the sternes, eik we sal exalt
The children for to cum, of thy of spring
Thy ciete sall we geif, Empire to ring
Ouer all the earth, tharfor to goddys grete
Begyn to graith, grete wallis andryal sete
Leif not thy langsum laubour, bot fle away
This duelling place, thou mon change we the say
Delyns appollo certis as thou thocht
To cum vnto this cost, persuadit nocht
Nor chargit neuer in crete, thou sulde deniane
In land thare is, grekis langage plaine
Hesperia clepit ane bald, countre in were
Ane fructuous ground, of corne and riches sere
Be Kyng Ono•rius, inhabit fyrst wyth wyne
Bot in our dayes layth, the fame is syne
Efter thare Duke, it is named Italy
Thare bene our proper saetis, and our herbry
Tharfore come Dardane and his brother Iasyus
And from that ilke prince, schir Dardanus
Is the descence, of our genology
Get vp anone, til thy auld fader blyithlye
Thir tithingis quhilkis bene trew & certane thing
Seik to Corcie, and Italy the ring
For the feildis in Crete nere ditteus
Iupiter denyis to granting vnto vs
Of this visioun, astonist quhare I lay
And of thay worddis quhilkis, the goddis can say
For this was nother dreme, nor fantasy
Thare propir visage before me stand knew I
With garlandis, and thar circulettis of thare hare
Thare figure saw I present me thare
The cald swete, ouer all my body ran
Furth of my bed, on fute sone sprent I than
And strekand vp my handis towar• heuin
My orison I made, with deuote steuin
Ane clene sacrifice, and offerandis made I syne
In to the fyris zettand sence, and wyne
The cerymones, endid blyth and glaid
To my fader Perordour, all I sayd
As ȝe haue herd, quhat nedis tell agane
And of this matter maid him full certane
Anone he knew our Eldaris, doutis Ilke dele
And of our clan the doubill stok full wele
He grantis the vncouth, errour him dissauit
Of antiant placis, quhilk he nocht persauit
Syne sayd he, son thou Irkit ar all gatis
By the contrarius, thrawart troiane fatis
Now I remember, only quhere Casandra
Full oft maid, mencioun of Hisperia
And oft als of the realme, hate Iitalie
Thir materis me declaringe, by and by
That land now knaw I, destynate to our kyn
Bot quha wald haue, beleuit euer within
The realme of Italye, Teucrus blude suld cum
Or quha wald than mare, than scho had bene dum
Set by the prophetes, wordis, Cassandray
Lat vs obey phebus, and went away
As we bene monyst, follow our chance but pleys
Thus said he, and we glaid all him obeyis
And fewe folkis, thare left to keipe the toun
This steid also leue we, and to sail maid boun
In bow it bargis, throw the large streme we slide
Quhen sicht of land, was tynt on euery syde
So that na coist apperis, quhilk we mycht se
But the schippys haldand, the deip se
The heuin aboue, and fludis all about
Ane watry cloud, blak dirk but dout
Gan tho appere, about my hede full rycht
And doun ane tempest, send als dirk as nycht
The streme apperis vgsum, of the dym say
The wyndis welteris, the se continually
Thacinge wallis, boldynnys apoun loft
Skatterit wide quhare, ouer the fameful oft
war our schippis, and the Brychtnes of day
In voluit all, with cluddis hid away
The rane and roik, reft from vs sycht of heuin
The brokin skyis, rappis furth thunderis leuin
Forswiftit, from our richt cours gane we ar
Amang the wyndy wallis, watterand fer
For Palynurus, him selfe maist expert
For all his cunnyng, of schipmans craft and art
Amyd the sey forȝet, the rycht way
Denyand als, that the nycht from the day
He mychte discerne, be sycht of firmament
Vpoun sic wise, vncertanlie we went
Thre dayis wilsum, throw the mysty streme
And als mony nychtes, but sterneys leme
That quhiddir was day, or nycht not will we
Bot at the last, on the ferd day we se
On fer the land appere, and hillis ryse
The smoky vapoure, vp casting on thare gyse
Doun fallis salis, the aris sone we span
But mare abaid, the marinaris euery man
Egirly rollis, ouer the fomy flude
And the haw se, we•tis vp as it war wod
Salf from the wallis, at the costiis of strophe
wich all our nauy first arriuit we

Strophides in grew leid, ar namyt so
In the grete s•y standing Ilis tuo
The Quhilk se, clepit is Ionium
And in thir Ilandis, quhiddir we ar becum
Duelt and inhabit, the cruel Cyleno
Withall the vtheris harpyis, mony mo
Euer sen thay war, expellit from the land
Of Archaid, quhare king Phyneus was duelland
And for drede, at his tabill durst not remane
Mar wickkit monsturis, than thay can be nane
Nor nane mare cruell pestilence, is fund
Nor fury of goddis, that cummis from hellis ground
Furth of the flude of stir, that sory place
Thir foullis has, ane virgins vult and face
With handis like, to bowland birdis clewis
Bot the vile bellyis, of thay cursit schrewis
Haboundis of sen, maist abhominabill
And pail all tyme, thare mouthis miserabill
For wod hunger, and gredy appetyte
At this ilk coist, ar we arriuit als tyte
And in the port, enterit lowe se
Flokkis and herdis, of oxin and of fee
Fat and tydy, rakand ouer all quhare
And trippis eik, of gait but ony kepare
In the rank gers, pasturing on raw
With wappynnys, thame we brittin but drede or aw
To goddis fyne, and Iupiter we pray
And thame distribute, ane party of our prey
Syne eftir endlangis, the sey coistis bray
Vp sonkis set, and desis did array
Tomeit we sact, with haboundance of chere
Quhen suddanly, with horribill dyn and bere
From the mountanis, the harpies on vs fell
With huge fard, of wyngis and mony ane ȝell
Oure mesis, and oure meit, thay reft away
And with thare laithlie twith, all thing fyle thay
Thare voce also, was vgsum for to here
With sa corruppit fleure, nane mycht byde nere
From that place, vnto ane caue we went
Vnder ane hyngand hench, in an edorne went
With treis clois belappit, round about
And thik harsk granit pikis, stand out
Thare vp agane, our tabillis haue we dycht
And on the altaris, bet the fyris bricht
Bot of the heuin, againe from sindry artis
Out of quiet hirnes, the rout vpstertis
Of thay birdis, with birnand mony ane bra
And in thare crukit clewis, grippis the pria
Euer as thay fle, about fra sete to sete
With thare vile mouthis, insek thay all the mete
Quhen I saw this, oure feris commaundit I than
Tak thare wappinnis, and bargane euery man
Againe thay cruell peopil, or birdis fell
As I thame chargit, them schortlie for to tell
Sone heaf thay done, and vnder the gets al bare
Full preualy, thare swerdis in thay stare
And dernelie eik, thar targis all oure hoildis
So that quhen thay, sey coistis and the feildis
Resoundis, at doun come of the harpies
Misenus the wate, on the hie garrit seis
Ane with his trumpet, thame ane takin maid
Our fallouschip, thir foulis can inuaid
And vncouth kinde of battal, did assay
With wappinnis, for to bet and driue away
Thir laithlie se birdis, of sic effere
Bot thare was na dynt, mycht thare federis scher
Nor in thare bodyis, wound ressaue thay nane
Bot suddanly away, thay wisk Ilkane
Furth of our sicht, hie vp in the sky
The pray halfeitin, behynd thame lat thay ly
With fute steidid, vile and laithlie to se
Ane on the rolk is pennakil, parkit hie
Celeno clepit, ane drery prophetes
Furth of hir breist, thir wourdis warpis expres
Theiffage lynnage, of fals leamedone
Addres ȝe thus, to mak bargane anone
Because ȝe haif our oxin, rest and slane
Brytnyt our sterkis, and ȝoung beistis mony ane
Schap ȝe therfor, harpies expell and ding
But ony offence, furth of thare faderis ring
Ressaue for that, and in ȝour breistis Imprent
My wordis, quilkis I gretest furie of torment
Schawis to ȝou that thing, quhilk Iupiter maist hie
Schew to Phebus, and bricht Phebus tald me
I knaw ȝe set, ȝour cours to Italie
ȝe sal eftir gud wyndis, and prosper sky
To Italie sall ȝe wend, and thare tak band
Bot first of the ciete, or the wallis vpstand
Quhilk by the goddis, Is ȝou predestinat
For straunge hunger, sall ȝe stand in sic stait
In wraik of our Iniuris, and beistis slane
That with ȝour chaftis, to gnaw ȝe salbe fane
And rounge ȝour tabillis, al & burdis, quod sche
And sone away, in the thik wod can fle
The suddane dreid, so stonist our feris than
Thare blude congelit, and al togiddir ran
Dolf wor thare spretis, thar hie curage doun fell
No mare thame likis, assaying sic batall
Bot with offerandis, and eik deuote prayer
Thay wald we suld perdoun, and pite require
In cais gif thay, war goodis or foulis
Vengea••le wichtis, or ȝit laithlie oulis
Bot our fader, heuand vp his handis
The grete goddis did call and on the sandis
Hallowis thare mycht, with detfull reuerence
O ȝe goddis, forbid sic violence
Stanche this boist, and vndo this myscheif
Saif pietuous folkis, ameis ȝour wraith & greif
Quod he, and that with charg it ankeris hale
Do lous ȝour rabandis, and lat donn the saile
The south windis, stentis furth strate our scheit
Swiftlye we slide, ouer bullerand wallis grete
And followit furcht, the samyn went we haue
Quharto the wind, and sterisman vs draue
Quhili that amyd, the studis gan we se
The wody Ile, Iacint with mony ane tre
Dulichium syne, and sayme we espye
And eik Neritos, with his rochis hie
By craggis and hewis, of Itachia
That was Laartes realme, we slyde alsua
And fast we wary, and cursit oft but leis
That land, quhilk bred the cruell vlixes
Belief the mysty toppis, of Mont Lucas
Apperis quharon, appollois tempill was
That ferefull is, to euery marinere
All wery of our vayage, thiddere we stere
And com anone, afore the litill toun
And of oure foreschip, ankirris lete we doun
Endlang the coistis side our nauy rade
And thus at last, brocht to land blycht and gla••
Quhare as to haue arriuit, we not beleuit
We clenge vs first, lest Iupiter war greuit
Syne vn the altaris, kyndillit sacrifice
And langis the channell, eftir the troiane vyse
The arriue games, and sportis can assay
Our fallowschip experte Palustrale play
As thay war wount, at hame with oile enuent
Nakynge wersling, and strugling at nyce poynt
Ioyus thay war, to haue eschapit at hand
Sa mony treteis, of the grekis land
And to haue fled, to saifte on this wife
Throw the myd routis, of thare Inemyis

Be this the son, had circulat his lang ȝere
And froste wynter, scharpit the wattir clere
With cauld blastis, of the northin art
Quhen sessoun come, that tyme was to depart
Apoun ane poiste, in the tempill I hang
Ane bowand scheild, of plait qubilk abas strang
Bare vmquhile, and the manere to reherse
I notyfy, and titillis with this werse
Eneas hec, de danais victoribus arma
That is to say, E•neas festinit thus
This armour, of the grekis victorius
Syne to depart, of that hauin I command
Sat doun on hetchis, and span airys in hand
Besely our folkis, gan to pingil and strife
Swepand the flude, with lang routhis belife
And vp the welt, the stoure of fumy see
Quhill sone che citeis, of Corsira tyne we
And vp we pike, the coist of Epirus
And landit thare, at port Chaonius
Syne to the hie toun of butrot, ascendit
Quhar tythingis vncredibill, to thame that not kend it
Come to our cris, schewing that Helenus
The lauthfull son of the king Priamus
Rang king ouer, money cieties in Greik land
Berand thareof the scepture, and the wand
Be resoun of his spous, adionit but leis
Be Pirrus vmquhile, soun of Achilles
And that Andromatha, wes wed agane
Vnto ane vthir husband, and man Troiane
Hereof awonderit, with breist hart as fyre
Be feruent luf, kendillit in grete desire
Oure cu••re men to vefy, and with them talk
To knaw ther strange casis, on I stalk
From the port, my nauy left in the raid
That Ilk sessoun, percase as I furth glade
Before the ciete, in aneschaw I wys
Before the fenȝete flude, of Symois
Andromatha, made anniuersare sacrifice
And funeral seruice, on full dolourus wise
To Hectouris pouder, or his assis brynt
Oft wald scho clip, and call and onethis stynt
Apoun the saulis, that vnbodyit war
By syde Hectouris vode tombe, standing thare
Quhilk scho vpbeildit had, of herbis grene
With tua altaris, and oft with weping ene
Bewalis scho that hard disseuerance
And als sone, as scho me espies perchance
And troiane armour, and ensenȝeis wicht me saw
Affrayit of the ferlie, scho stude sic aw
And at the first blenk, become scho mate
Naturale hete, left hir membris in sic state
Quhill to the ground, all mangit fell scho doun
And lay ane lang time, in ane dedely sw owun
Or ony speche or word, scho mycht furth bringe
ȝit thus at last sad, eftir hir dualmyng
Is that thyne awin face, and soithfast, thing
Schaw thou to me, ane verray souir warnyng
Leuis thou ȝit, son of the goddes quod sche
Gif thou be dede, quhar is Hector tel me
And with that word, sche birst out mony ane tere
And walit so, that piete was to here
Quhill all about, dynnys of hir womenting
Ane few wordis skars, as I miche furth bring
For to conforte, that maist lamentabil wicht
With langsum speche said, quhisperand as I mycht
Ile if forsoith, and ledis lyffe, as ȝe se
In all hard chance, of fortuns extremite
Be not agast ȝe se bot soithfast thing
Allace quhat auenture, in this vucouth ring
Is the betid, and has degradit, quod I
Eftir thy husbandis deith, maist wourthy
Or quhat fortun mycht, sufficient happin the
Spous to maist wourthy Hector Andromathe
Art thou or na, to Pirrus, ȝit bywed
Hir, visage doun sche keist, for schame adred
And with ane bais voce, scho said as sche micht
O thou allane, before all madinnys bricht
Happy as Virgine, douchter of Priame King
Quhilk vnder the wallis hie, of troyis rengnne
Apoun thy Inemyis greif, was maid to de
Thou sufferit no cut, nor cauill cast for the
Nor in bondage, away thou was not led
Nor ȝit twychit, na victour lordis bed
Bot we, quhen that ybrynt war our kynd landis
Cariit ouer fremmyt seis, and diuers strandis
The dortynes, of achilles of spring
In bondage, vnder the proude pirrus ring
By force sustenyt thraldome, mony ane day
Quhill he at last, ensewit ane vthir may
Ermyon, the douchter of Helena
In fey wedlok, at lathydemona
Than send he me, his seruand hidder thus
To be spousit, wyth his seruand Helenus
Bot horestes taucht in furious rage
For cryme, of hys moderis slauchter and sauage
In luf hait birnyng, for hys spous bereft
Or he was war, set on this pirrus eft
And in delfos, quhat nedis wordys mare
Smate of his hede, before hys faderis altare
Thus by deceis, of Neoptolomus
Of the realme ane parte, fel to Helenus
The quhylk boundis and feildis braid alsua
He has to name, clepit Chaonya
Eistir his brother, of troy Chaonyus
And troiane wallis, here has vpbeildit thus
And on thir motis, ane strenth hat Ilion
Bot quhat wyndis, thy cours has hiddir gone
And quhat auenture, has the hiddie drife
Or of the goddis, quha maid the here arrife
At our marchis, mysknawing our estate
How faris the child, ascaneus now of late
Quham to the bare Creusa, thy spous and Ioy
That tyme enduring the sege, lay about troy
Leuis he ȝit, in hele and in welefare
Ha how grete harme, and skaith for euermare
Abat child has caucht, throw leuing of his moder
O lord quhat anciant vertuus, ane and vther
And knychtlie prowes, in him steris frendis before
Baith fader Eneas, and his oncle Hector
Sie wordis scho spak, weping with pietuous maine
And with •ange sobbis, furth ȝettand teris in vane
Quhen that hir lord him selfe cummis from the toune
King Priamus son, helenus of renoune
Nere he approchit, with full grete cumpany
And his awin natiue freyndis, knewe in hy
And blythlie, to his ciete has vs led
Betuix ilk wourd feill grete teris furth he schaid
We passit on and litill troy I knaw
Like the grete ciete counterfete on raw
With I lion and wallis, lyke Pergama
And ane small burn half gene dry a sua
Vnto his surname clepit exanth•s
At portseya I enter, and eik with vs
All our troianis, togidder welcum war
Vnto thare freyndis, ciete familiare
In his wyde palice, the king resauit thame all
And in the myddis of the mekill hall
Thay birle the wine, in honour of Bachus
Greit feist and Ioye, was maid for luf of vs
The meissis and the danteis, thik did stand
And goldin coupis, went fra hand to hand

Thus draif we ouer, in solace day be day
Quhill that the wedir, prouokis vs to assay
Our Salis agane, for the south wyndis blast
Our Piggeis, and our Pinsellis, wauit fast
Vnto the prophete helenus tho went I
And with sic wordis, besocht him reuerently
O gentill troiane diuyne Interpretoure
Quhilk the respons of Phebus has in cure
Quhilk knawis eik, the reuelatiouns
Of god appollois diuinatiouns
Vnder his trestis and burdis at Delphos schen
And in to Clarius vnder the laurere grene
That vnderstandis, the cours of euery ster
And chirme of euery byrdis, voce on fer
And euery foule, with wyng fleing in the sky
What thay be takin, and quhat thay signify
Say me I pray the, quhat dangeris principaly
In to my cours, and vayage eschew fall I
Or how I may, or be quhat a mene eschaep
Sa grete aduersities, quhilk be to me schape
For as to me, all deuote goldy withts
Schawis we suld, haue prosper rais at richts
And euery orakyl of goddis, admonist eike
That we the realme, of Italy suld seik
Ensew thay landes, quhilk was for vs prouide
Clanerly newlyngs, on that vther syde
Schame for to saie, the harpie Celeno
And by the lakis, dedicat to goddis doth pas
Out throw the soundand forest, of auern
Vnder ane roche, law wythin ane cauern
Thare sal thow fynd the godly prophetes
Full of the sprete diuine, that schawis expres
The reuelatiouns, and fatis for to eum
In palme tre leuis, thaym notand al and sum
Writand vp euerywourd, as sal betide
Direcking the leuis, per ordoure furth on syde
Quhat euer this virgine, discriue in hir endite
Without the caue closit, sche layis the write
The leuys remanis vnsterit of thare place
Na partis not furthe of reule, quhill percase
The pypyng wynd, blaw vp the dure on char
And driue the leuis, and blaw thaym out of har
In till the entre, of the caue agane
That al hir first labour, was in vane
Bot fra the blast and ȝet pertrublit thus
Thay thyne leuis, sche is so dangerus
Neuir eftir denȝeing, hir wythin the caue
To gaddir togiddir thaim with the wind bewayife
Na for to put thaym, into reule agane
Nor Ione hir writing, as thay did first remane
Thus of the pepill, but ansuer gais thair wayis
And wariis the sete of sibil, all thar dayis
Fayl not for lois of tyme that may be tyde
Bot thou pas to that prophetes, thocht the tyde
And prosper wyndis chalance, the to thy sale
ȝa thocht thy fallowis, cry out hidder hale
On burd ane fair wynd blawis, betuix tua schetis
Beseik hir or thou wend, thocht thyne hart betis
Opynnand hir voce, sche plesit schew the eum
Thy destynyis, by hir awin mouthis steum
Scho sall repelie and Declare, the in hy
The maneris, of all the pepil of Italy
The battellis for to cum, scho wyll the schaw
And on quhat wyse, al danger thou sall withdraw
Or how thou may, al lauborus pane sustene
Wourschip, this haly religious woman clene
Scho sall the grant, ane prosperus cours at hand
Thys is the effect, schortly tyl vnderstand
That I am Leuit, with my wordes the to charge
Adew pas on, and be the fatis large
The fame of mekle troy, bate vp to heuin
Efter that this prophete, with this frendly steuin
Thir diuine ansueris, thus pronosticate
Sere wechty giftis, of massy gold in plate
Vnto our schippis chargit, he bere anone
And grete riches, of polist euoure bone
Our caruellis howrs, ladnis and prymys he
Wyth huge charge of siluir, in quantite
With caldronus, and vther fere weschel ma
In Epirland maid, at Dodonia
To me he gaif, ane thik habirihone
Ane thryn fald hawbrek, was all gold begon
Ane round riche helme, with crest and timbrel fare
The armure quhilam, Neoptolomus bare
Syne to my fader, effernig to his age
Riche rewardes he gaif, of hie parage
Tharto also he ekit, and gaif vs then
Gentil hors, and pillotis, and Lodismen
Hes suppleit, with rowaris, and marinaris
And armour pleite atanis, for al our feris

In the mene quhile, Anchises my fader in hy
Reddy for to saile, chargis mak our nauy
Les than per case, it mycht our cours delay
Gif so the wynd blew fare, that vthir day
Quham till this wyse, Interpretour of Phebus
Helenus with grete honour, carpis thus
O thou Anchises, that wourthy was quod he
Wyth fare venus, conionit for to be
And twyis deliuerit, be puruiance dyuine
And twyis eschapit, of troy the sare rewyne
Lo ȝounder for the, Ansonia or Itale
Vnto ȝone coist syde, ȝounder sall thou sale
And netheles, thoche it be necessare
Out ouer the fey, to ȝounder ground ȝe fare
That porte of Italy is, ane fare way hyne
Quhilk is preuidit ȝour ky•, be Appollyne
Wend on, sais he, thou happy and fortunat
Of thy deuote son, by the godly estait
Bot quhar to suld I, mak langar delay
As I haif said, fare wele pas on ȝour way
Quhat nedis with my speche, ȝou tarye more
Or stop this fare wind, blawing euin before
This nocht the les, Andromatha wo begone
The latter tyme, we suld depart anone
Brocht to vs brusit clathis, and riche wedis
Figurit and pyrnyt, all with goldin thredis
And to Ascaneus, ane proude talbert gaif
Sic as was honorabill, him to were and haif
Him and his feris, of hir nedill werk
And wouyn drowryis, furnist with mony mark
And thus scho said, my child ressaue alsua
Thir remembrance, wrocht with my handes tua
In takin, lang time to think apoun me
Thyne Oncle, Hectors wife Andromache
Take thir with the, as later presand sere
Of thy kind natiue freyndes, guds and gere
O leuis me, the lykest thing lyuing
And verray ymage of Ascaneus •ing
Sic ene had he, and sic fare handis tua
For al the warld, sic mouth and face persa
And gif he war on life, quhil now in fere
He had bene euin eild with the and hedy pere
Quhat wyl ȝe mare, quhen we behuffit depert
Teris bristing furth on force, and with sare hart
To thaym I said, dere freyndis weile ȝe be
Weile mot ȝe leif, in ȝour felicite
Quham till, the prosper fortoun is brocht til end
Bot we from werd, to werd and chance mon wend
ȝour rest is found, ȝou nedis sewch throw na seyis
Nor seik feildis of Itale, that euer vs fleis
Similitude of oxanthus, and troy ȝe se
Quhilkis ȝour awin werk, has beildit apoun hie
God grant in bettir tyme, thay be begunnynge
And neuer eft, with grekis force ouer runnyng
Gif euer in tiber, to entir me betidis
On the feildis nere, by tyber sydis
May behald wallis vpset, for my menȝe
Or may the frendly cieteis, sum tyme se
Lat vs of Epirus, and of Italie
Cummyn baith, of Dardanus genologie
And quham to eik, the chance of fortoun is ane
Make bot ane troy, of athir realmes tuane
And this samyn lyig, with our posterite
Sal euer remane, in fayth and vnite.

Furth on with this, throw out the sey we slide
By the fore land, Cerawma fast besyde
quharfra out ouer the feildis, for to sale
The schortest way, and cours lyis Itale
Doun gois the son, be than and hillys hye
Wox dirknit with shaddowis, of the skye
We sort our airis, and thesis rowaris ilk deile
And at ane sound, or coist we likit wele
We strike at nicht, and on the dry sandis
Did bawme and beik, oure bodyis fete and handis
Sone on our irkit lymmis, lethis and banis
The naturale rest of sleip, slaid al attanis
And or the spere, his hours rollit rycht
Sa fer about, that it was skars mydnycht
Not suere, bot in his dedis diligent
Palynurus, furth of his couche vpsprent
Lisuyng about, and harknyng ouer al quhare
with eris prest, to keip the wynd or air
Of euery sterne, the twynkling notis he
That in the stil heum, moue cours we se
Arthurys hufe, and hyades betaiknyng rane
Syne watling strete, the horne and the charle wane
The feirs orioun, with his goldine glaue
And quthen he has, thaym euery ane persaif
Into the clcire, and serne firmament
Furth of his schip, ane bekin gart he stent
We rais and went on burd, in ouer the wall
Syne slakis doun the schetis, and maid saill
Be this the dawing, gan at morne wax rede
And chasit away, the sternes fra euery stede
The dym hyllys, on fer we did espy
And saw the law landis, of Italy
Italy Italy, first cryis achates
Syne all our feris, of clamour mycht not ceis
But with ane voce atanis, cryis Itale
And halesing gan the land, with hey and hale
Than my fader, admiral of our flot
Ane mekill rankert, with wyne fillit to the throt
And thare on set ane garland, or ane croun
And to the godddis, maid this vrifoun
Sittand in the hiest castell, of the schip
With full deuote reuerence, and vourschip
O ȝe (quod he) goddis, quhilkis haldist in pouste
woddir and stormes, the land eik and the see
Grant our vayge, ane casy and reddy wynd
Inspire ȝour fauouris, that prosper cours we fynd
Skars this was said, quhen euin at our desire
The sessonabill are, pipis vp fare and schire
The hauin apperis, and thidder nerrer we draw
And of mynerua, the strange tempyl saw
Set with the castel apoun ane hillis hicht
Our fallowis fangis in, thar salis ticht
And towart the coist, thare steuynnys did addres
Ane port thare is, quham the est fludis has
In manere of ane bow, maid boule or bay
With rochis set for gane the streme full, stay
The salt fame to brek, of the seyis stoure
On athir hand, als hie as ony toure
The big hewis strekis furth, likeane wall
Within the haum, Ioith loune but wynd or wall
And at the port, the tempyl may not be sene
Here first I saw, apoun the plesand grene
Ane fatal takin, four hors quhite as snaw
Gayppand greissis, the large feildis on raw
Ha lugeing land, battal thou vs pretendis
Quod my fader anchises, for as weil kend is
Horssis ar dressit, for the bargane fele syis
Were and debait, thyr steidis signifyis
Bot sen the samyn, four foutit beislis eik
Bene eft vsit, full towarlye and mete
To draw the cart, and thole bridill and renȝe
It is gude hope, peace followis sal sayis he
Than wirschip we, the godhede and gret mycht
Of pallas, wyth clatterand harnes fers in ficht
Quhilk has vs first, ressauit glad and gay
Our hedis before the altare, we array
With valis broun, eftir the troyane gyse
And vnto Iuno of arge, our sacrifyce
Maid reuerently, as Helenus vs bad
Obseruing wele, as he commandit had
The ferimonis leile, syne but langar delay
Fra that perfurmis, was our offerand day
Anone the nokkis of our rais, we wryith
Doun fallis the schetis, of the salis swyith
The gregiouns herbry, and frouteris suspect
We left behynd, and eftir in effect
Of taurentum, the firth we se but leis
Biggit as thay say, be wourthy hercules
And ouer forgane, to the tother syde also
Rais vp latinia, the tempel of Iuno
Of Cawlon ciete, eik the wallis hie
And stillatium, quhar schip brokin mony be
Syne fer of in the flude, gan we espy
The birnand Ethna, into Cicilly
And ane fel rage, rowting of the sey
Ane lang way thens, and on the rokkis hie
We hard the Iawpis, betand at the coist
Ane hidduous braying, of brokin seyis boist
Apoun schald bankis, bolnys hie the flud
The stoure vp bulleris sand, as it war wod
My fadder cryis, how feris help away
Streik airis, and attanis with al the force ȝe may
No wounder this is, the selcouth earibdis
The horribill rokis, and craggis here I wys
Helenus the prophete ful wele did vs declare
The samyn wyse, as thay commandit ware
Thay did anone, and Palynurus first
Hard halys the scheite on fyde, and fast gan thrist
The fore schip, to the wallis and to the tyde
Saland on bawburd, toward the west syde
Towart the west, wyth mony heis and hale
Socht al our flote, fast bayth with rouch and sale
The swelly swir, vphesit vs to heuin
Syne with the wall, swak vs agane doun euin
As it apperit vnder the sey to hell
Chryis the holkis craggis, herd we ȝell
Quhare as the swelth, had the rokkis thirllit
And thryis the fame, ouer spout that so he quhirllit
It semyt watrir the sternes, as we thocht
Be this the son went to, and we forwrocht
Left desolate, the wyndit calmis eik
We not bekend, quhat rycht coist mycht we seik
War warpit to seywart, by the outwart tyde
Of ciclopes, vnto the coistis syde
The port, quham to we cappit was to large
And fra all wyndis blast, for schip or barge
Souir al tyme, bot netheles fast by
The grisly Ethna, did rumbill schuddir and cry
Sum tyme thrawing out, hie in the skyis
The blak laithlye smoik, that oft did rys
As thunderis blast, and rekand as the pik
With gledis sperkand, as the hale als thik
Up sprang the blesis, and fyre lumpis we se
Quhilk semyt, for lyke the sternes hie
Sumtyme it ras it, grete rochis and eft will
Furth bok the bowellis, or entrallis of the hill
And lowfit stanis, vpwarpis in the are
Round in ane sop, with mony crak and rare
The stew of birnand hete, law from the ground
Vpstrekis thar, that doiz to heuin rebouud
The rumour is doun thrung, vnder this mont
Enchelades body, with thunder lyis half bront
and hidduous Ethna, aboue his bely set
Quhen he list gant, or blaw the fyre is bet
And from that furius, the flambe doith brist or glide
How oft he turnis of the irkit syde
All Cecill trymblys, quaking with ane rerd
And ouglie stew ouer quhelmys heuin and erd
That nycht lurkand, in woddis we remane
The fereful monstouris, sufferand mekil pane
Bot quhat causit sic noyis, na thing we saw
For nowthir lycht of planetis, mycht we knaw
Nor the bricht pole, nor in the are ane sterne
Nor in the dirk clouddis, the heuynnys warpit derne
The mone was vnder wak, and gaif na licht
Haldin ful dym throw myrknes of the nycht.

The secund day, be thys sprang fra the est
Quhen aurora, the wak nycht arrest
And chays fra heuin, with hir dym skyies donk
Than suddanlye, furth of the woddis ronk
We se ane strang man, of forme vnknaw
Ane leuar wycht, na mare pynit I ne saw
Nor ȝit sa wrechitlye, hefene ane wy
Towart the coist, quhar that we stude in hy
His hand furth he streikis, askand supple
We hym behald, and al his cours gan se
Maist laithlye full of odoure, and his berd
Rekand doun the leuth nere of ane ȝerde
Hys talbart and array sewit with breris
Bot he was greik, be all his vther ferys
And vmquhile was, as eftir wele we kend
To troy, in till his faderis armour send
This ilk man, fra he beheld on fer
Troyane habitys, and of our armour was wer
At the first sicht, he styntit and stude aw
And fra hys pais, begouth abak to draw
Bot sone eftir cummis, ryanyng in ane rais
Doun to the schore wepand and askand grace
O ȝe troianis, be al the planetis quod he
Be all the sternes, and the geddis he
And be the halesum sprete, of heuynnys lycht
I be feyk tak me wyth ȝou, catiue wycht
And lede me in quhat landis, that euer ȝe pleis
That may suffyce, that war my hartis eis
I knaw me ane, of the grekis nauy
In were to troy cuntre, I grant socht I
For the quhilk dede, gif that for our trespas
So grete the offence, and the Initiris was
Rent me in pecis and in the fludis swak
Or droun law vnder the large seyis wrak
Gif that I perys, it is ȝit sum comfort
That of mennis handys deing at schort
Quod he and tharwyth gruflyng on his kneis
He lappit me fast by baith the theys
We him exhort to schaw quhat was hys name
And of quhat kynrent and blude, cummyn at hame
And syne to tell quhat fortoun, had hym betid
My fader Anchises, na ma wordis wald bid
Bot furth wyth that ȝoung man hys rycht hand
And assuris his sprete wyth that presand
He at the last thys drede, has done away
And on thys wyse begouth to carp and say
Of the realme Ithachia, I am but leys
Ane of the cumpany of fey vites
And achymynydes, vnto name I hate
Cumyn vnto troy, wyth my fader of late
But ane pure vageoure, clepit Adamaslus
Wald god ȝit the samyn fortoun, remanit tyll vs
My fallowship vnwitting, forȝet me here
Quhen thay thir cruell marchis, left for fere
And in the ciclopes huge caue, tynt me
Ane gousty hald, within laithlie to se
Full of venome, and mony bludy meis
Bustuous hie Poliphemus, set at deis
Thare remanis, that may the sternes scaik
ȝe goddis deliuer this erd, from sic wraik
For he is vgsum, and grisly for to se
Hutit to speik, and aucht not nemyt be
Thir wretchit mennis flesche, that is his fude
And drinkis woursum, and thar lopperit blude
I saw my self, quhen grufelings amid his cafe
Twa bodies of our sort, he tuke and raife
And in til his hidduous hand theyr, thrimlit & wrang
And on the stanis out, thar harnis dang
Quhill brane and ene, and blude all poplit out
I saw that cruell feynd, eik thare but dout
Thare lymmes rife and eit, as he war wod
The ȝoustir tharfra chirtand, and blak blud
And the hait flesche, vnder his teith flekkerand
Bot net vnwrokin forsoith this feist, he fand
Nor vlixes, list nocht lang suffir this
Na this king Ichathy, him self nor hys
Mythten forȝet, in to sa grete ane plicht
For famyn, as that horribill feyndly wicht
Had ete his fil, and to drink wine him gaif
Sowpit in slepe, his nek furth of the caif
He straych for drynking, liggin in his dreme
Bokkis furth and ȝeiskis, of ȝouster mony streme
Raw lumpis of flesche, and blude blandit with wine
We the grete goddis besoitht and Cauillis syne
Castis quhat suld, be euery mannes part
Syne all atanis, about and on him stert
And wyth ane scharpit, and brint styng of tre
Out did we bore, and pike his mekile E
That lurkit allane, vnder his thrawin front large
As brade as is, ane gregioun scheild or targe
Or like vnto the lanterne, of the mone
And thus at last, we haue reuengit sone
Blyithly the goistis, of oure feris dede
Bot ȝe vnhappy men, fle fra this stede
Fle, fle this coist, and smyte the cabil in twane
For how grislie, and how grete I ȝou sane
Lurkis poliphemus, ȝymmand his beistis rouch
And all thare pappis melkis, throuch and throuch
Ane hundreth vtheris, als huge of quantite
Endlangis this ilk coist syde, of the se
Grete ciclopes inhabitis, here and thare
And walkis in their hie montanis, ouer al quhare
The mone has now, fillit his hornes thryis
With new licht, sen I haif on this wyse
My liffe in woddis lede, but sicht of men
In desert hirnes, and sere wylde beistis den
And fer fra out my cauern, did espye
The grym ciclopes and oft thar grislye cry
And eik stampyng of thare feit, made me trymbyll
My wretchit fude, was berryis of the brymbill
And stanis heppis, quhilk I in buskis fand
With rutis of herbis, I holkit out of land
And vesyand all, about I se at last
This nauy of ȝouris, drawand hidder fast
Quham to I me betaucht, and gan auow
Quhat flote that euer it was, for wat ȝe how
It is yneuch, that I eschapit haif
ȝou cruell pepill, I set not on the laif
For rather ȝe or I sall in sic wraik
Quhat deth ȝe pleis, the life fra me gartak

Skars this was said, quhen sone we gat ane sicht
Apoun ane hill, stalkand this hidduous wicht
Amang his beistis, the hird Poliphemus
Doun to the coistis bekend, draw towart vs
Ane monstour horibill, vnestinabill and mischape
Wanting his sicht, and gan to stab and grape
With his burdoun, that was an grete firtre
Fermand his steppis, becaus he micht not se
The Wollit scheip, him folowing at the bak
Quharin his plesour, and delite gan he tak
About hus hals, ane quhissil hung had be
Was all his solace, for tinsale of his fee
And with his staffe, fra he the deip flude
Twichith and cummin, at the sey side stude
Of his dolpe, the flowand blude and Eatir
He wosche away, all with the salt watir
Grissilland his teith, and rummissand full hie
He wadis furth, throw the middis of the se
And ȝyt the water, wet not his lang syde
We fer from thens affrayit, durst nocht abide
Bot fled anon, and within burd has brocht
That faithfull greik, quhilk vs of succour socht
And preualy we smyte, the cabill in twane
Sine kempand with airis, in all our mane
Vpuelteris watir, of the salt sey flude
He persanit the sound, quhare that he stude
And towart the dyn, mouis his pais anone
Bot quhen he felt that we so fer wer gone
So that his handis vs arreik he ne micht
Nor the deip se of Io•••m, for all his hicht
Ne micht he wade equaly vs to arrest
Ane felloun bray, and huge schant vp he kest
Quharthrow the sey, and al the fludis schuke
The land alhale of Italy, trymblit and quok
And how Cauernis or Furions ethna round
Rummyssit and lowit, fordynnyt with the sound
Bot than furth of the woddis, and hillis hie
Walknyt wich the cry, ane huge pepil we se
Of ciclopis, cum hurland to the port
And fillit all the coist sydis at schort
Thay ebrithe brethir, with thar lukis thrawin
Thocht not awalit, thar standing haue we knawin
Ane horribil schort, wyth mony Camscholbeik
And hedis semand, to the heuin arreik
Sic lik as quhare, that with thare hie toppis
The big akis strekand, in the are thare croppis
Or than thir Cipreis, berand hie thare leuis
Growand in the woddis, or he vpon the hewis
In schawis auld, as mony may from fer
Hallowit to diane, or ȝit to Iupiter
The scharp drede, made vs so to cache haist
With drawand fast, as thocht we had bene chaist
And for to set our sail, quhiddir we best mycht
To follow the wynd, and hald na cours rycht
Aganis the counsel of Helenus, our feris
Persuadis to hald, furth euin the way that steris
Midwart betuix Caribdis, and scilla
Ane litill space fra dede, by athir of tua
For bot we hald, that cours foroutin fale
Bakwartis, thay said, on ciclopes mon we sale
Bot lo anone, ane fair wind or we wist
Rais of the north, blawing euin as we list
From the strait bay, of pelorus the mont
And sone we slippit by, at the first bront
The mouth of flude Panthagias, full of stanis
The sound megarus, and tapsum Ile atanis
The names of thyr coistis, Achemenydes
The companȝone, of vnhappy vlixez
Rekynnys to vs, as we past ane by ane
For we returne, the sammyne went agane
Quhare thar nauy had wauerit, by thare rais
Within the fircht of Cecil, agane the face
Of the flude plemirioun, full of wallis
Thare lyis ane Iland, quhilk our eldaris callis
Orthigia, quhare that the frame is so
That alpheus, ane of the riueris tuo
Of the ciete of Elis, in archade
Vnder the sey, gain thiddir flow and wade
Throw secrete condittis, and now as eik thay fay
Arthusa, at the mouth or Ischay
It enterit rynnyng, in the Cecil se
The grete goddis of that place, wonrschip we
At command of my fader, and fra thyne
The fertil ground, of Hillary passyt syne
Quhilk flude watteris, all the flude about
Thare on the eraggis, the nauy stude in dout
For on blynd stanis and rokkis hirssillitwe
Tumlit of mont pathynnus, in the se
And fer from thens, the loch Camermay
Quham the fatis forbiddis, to do away
Apperis to vs, and of geloy the ferdis
Quhar that the grete ciete, geloy vpbeildis
Haifand the surname, fra the flude fast by
Syne hecht agregas, fer of we gan espy
Ane hill and ciete wyth large wallis of force
Quhare vmquhile bred war, the mayst wer lyk hors
And the selynis also, I left behynd
For all thy palme treis, with the followand wynd
The dangerus schaldis, vp pykit we
With all his blynd rokkis of libye
Thare the porte of Dapranone and the raid
Quhom to remember, my hart may neuer be glad
Ressauit me quhare that allace, allace
I leis my fader, al comfort and solace
And al supple, of our trauel and pane
Thare thare allake, sa fere dangeris begane
And tempest of the sey, O fader maist dere
Anchises desolate, quhy left thou me here
Wery and irkit, in ane fremmyt land
O weil away, for nocht was al I fand
That thou eschapit, sa mony perrellis huge
Helenus the deuyne, as we with hym can luge
Quhen horrybil thingis, sere he dyd aduert
Schew not before to me, thyr harmys smert
Nor ȝit the felloun, aikwert Celeno
This was extreme labour, of pane and wo
This was the end, of all hys lange vayage
And hidder syne warpit, wyth seyis rage
Apoun ȝour coistis, as I fra thens was driue
Sum happy chance, and god maid me arriue.
The Prince Eneas, on this wyse allane
The fatis of goddis, and rasis mony ane
Rehersing schew, and sundry strange ventis
The quene, and all the tyrrianis, takand tentis
And at the last he ceissit, and sayd no more
Ending his tale, as ȝe haue hard before.