Book VI

Prologue

Pluto thou patron of the depe acheron
Fader of tormentis, in thyne infernale se
Amyd the fludis stix, and flagiton
Lethye, Cothite, the wateris of obliue
With Dolorus quhirling, of furious sisteris three
Thyne now sall be my muse, and drery sang
To follow virgill, in this dark poetrye
Conuoy me Sybill, that I ga not wrang
Quhat wenys fulis, this sexte buk be bot gaist is
All full of leis or auld, ydolatryis
O hald ȝour pece, ȝe varray goddis apis
Rede, rede, agane this volume mare than thryis
Consider quhat, hid sentence tharin lyis
Be war to lak les, than ȝe knaw wele quhat
And gif ȝe list not wirk, efter the wise
Heith on ȝour hede, set vp the foly hate
All is bot gaistis, and Elrische fantasyis
Of brownyis and of bogillis faill this buke
Out on the wanderand, spretis wow thou cryis
It semys ane man, war manglit theron liest luke
Like dremes or dotage, in the monys cruke
Wane supersticiouns agane, our richt beleue
Quat if thir furyis or Pluto, that plukkit duke
Or call on Sybill, dere of ane reuin sleue
Wald thou this buke, I suld to the declare
Quhilk was impossibill, till expreme at schorte
Virgill is full of sentence, ouer all quhare
Bot here intill as Seruius, can proporte
His hie knawlege he schawis, that euery forte
Of his clausis comprehend, sic sentence
Thare bene therof, set thou think this bot sport
Made grete ragmentis, of hie intelligence
In all his warkis, vyrgill dois discriue
The state of man gyf, thou list vnderstand
Baith liue and dede, in thir fyrst bukis fyue
And now in till the sext, we haue on hand
Efter thare dede, in quhat place saulis sall stand
He writis like ane, Philosopher naturall
Twiching our fayth, mony clausis he fand
Quhilk bene conforme, or than collaterall
Schawis he not here, the sinnis capitall
Schawis he not wykkit, in endles pane
Ane mitigat pane for sinnis veniall,
And vertuous pepil, in to the plesand plane
And al sic sawis, fantasy vane
He schawis the way, euer patent doun to hel
And richt difficill, the gate to heuyn agayne
Wyth ma gude wordis, than thou or I can tell
Here tretand vertew takis, he pane for vice
Feil wofull tormentis, of wretchit caliuis sary
Notabyl historiis, and diuers prouerbis wyse
Quhilkis to rehers, war ouer prolixt to tary
All thocht he as ane, gentile sum tyme vary
Ful perfytlie he writis, sere misteris fell
As how thir hethin childer, thare weirdis wary
Wepand and waland, at the first port of hell
All thocht our faith, nede nane authorising
Of gentilis bukis, nor by sic hethin sparkis
ȝit vyrgill writis, mony iust clausis conding
Strenthand our beleue, to confound pagane werkis
How oft rehersis Austyne, chief of clerkis
In his grete volume of the ciete of god
Hundreth versis of virgil, quhilkis he markis
Agains Romanes tovertew, thame to brode.
And of this sext buke walis, he mony ane skore
Not but gude resoun, for thoche christ grund oure faith
Virgillis sawis, ar worth to put in store
Thay aucht not behald, vacabound nor waith
Full riche tressoure, thay bene & pretius graith•
For oft by Sybillis sawis, he tonys his steuin
Thus faithfully, in his bukolikis he saith
The made cummith, bringis new lynnage fra heuin
As twiching him, writis astentius
Feil of his wordis bene, like the appostlis sawis
He is ane hie theolog sentencius
And maist profound Philosophoure, by his sawis
Tho sum his writis, frawart our faith part drawis
Na wounder, he was na christin man perde
He was ane gentill, and leuit on pagan lawis
And ȝit he puttis, ane god fader maist hie
We trow ane god, regnand in parsonis thre
And ȝit angellis, heauenly spretis we call
And of the heuenly wichtis, oft carpis he
Tho he beleuit, thay war not angellis all
Quhill cristis passioun, of adam throw the fall
All went to hell, tho all war not in pane
Or christ he wrate this buke, quhare rede ȝe sall
The wikkit punist, the iust in gloir remane
And as he twichis greis, sere in pane
In blis elikwys sindry stagis puttis he
Quhat sall I of his wounder werkis sane
For all the plesance, of the campe elise
Octauiane in his georgikis, ȝe may se
He counsellis neuer lordschip, in hell desyre
Bot euer in heuin, in to sum hie degre
To theis his place, and not amang the fyre.
Quhat christnyt clerk couth, him haif consellit better
All thocht he was neuir, catholik wicht
He has writtin full mony autentik lettir
In that Ilk buk, he teichis vs full rycht
The warld begouth, in veir baith day and nycht
In veir he sayis, that god als formyt man
The son the mon, and all the sternes bricht
We grant in veir, that first the warld began
Happy war he knew the cause, of all thingis
And settis, on syde all drede, and cure quod he
Vnder his feit that tredis, and doun thringis
Chancis vntretabill of fatis, and destany
All fere of dede, and eik of hellis se
Happy he callis sic wichtis, and so do I
Quhare may we sua, optene felicite
Neuer bot in heuin, empire aboue the skye
To write ȝou all his tryit, and notabill vers
Almaist impossibill war, and half in vane
For me behuffit repeting, and rehers
On sere placis, the samyn wourdis agane
This may suffice, I wyll na mare sane
Ane mouar ane, begynnar puttis he
Sustenis all thing, and dois in all remane
And be our faith, the samyn thing grant we
I say not all his werkis, bene parfite
Nor that saulis turnis, in vthir bodyis agane
Thocht we trust, and may preif be haly write
Our saul, and body sall anys togidder remane
At thare bene mony goddis, I will not sane
Thocht haly scripture, Iuste men goddis clepe
Quham call I Pluto, and Sibbilla Cumane
Herfore I will na fals goddis, worschep
Sibilla til interpret, propirlye
Is clepit ane maid, of goddis secrete priue
That has the spirite, of diuyne prophecy
Quha bettir may, Sibilla namyt be
Than may the glorius moder, and madin fre
Quhilk of hir nature consauit christ and bure
All hale the, misteries of the trinite
And maist excellent werk, vnder cure,
Thou art our Sibill christis moder deir
Preichit by prophetis, and Sibilla Cumane
Thou brocht the heuinlie, lynnage in ern here
Moder of god, ay virgine dois remane
Restoring vs the goldid warld agane
Sathane the clepit, I pluto infernalle
Prince in that dolorus den, of wo and pane
Not god therof bot, gretest wrech of all.
To name the god, chat war ane manifest lee
Is bot ane god makar, of euery thing
I fauoure not the errour, of manoche
Tho thou to vlcane haue, ful grete resembling
And art sum time the minister, of thundring
Or sum blynd ci clopes, of the laithly wra
Thou art bot Iouis, smyth in the fire blawing
And dirk furnace of the parpetuall Ethna.
Thou wrocht nathing, bot maid thy selfe an deuill
And that was not to make, bot rather failȝe
For austyne sayis, syn myscheif ore euill
Is nocht at all, for thay not auailȝe
The dym dungeoun, of ditis to assailȝe
Or in the liknes, thys mysty poetry
Help me christ, sone of the vyrgyne mary
To end thes wack, to thy lad, and glorye

Book VI

Thus wepand said, and let his flote go large
Quhil at the last bayth, ballyngare and barge
Apoun the coist, that hait Euboica
Arriuit nere the ciete, of Cuma
Than to the streme, thay turnit thare foreschip
Kest doun thay bouchit aukeris ferme of gripe
Into the rade Endlang, the coistis bay
Thare eist castellis, gan mustoure and array
And all the ȝounkeris, spedis haistely
Vnto the schore of Hisperia, fast by
Sum smytes fire furth, of the hard flynt stane
Sum spedelie to the thik wod, are gane
In derne dennys quharin, wylde beistis duellis
And sum did schaw the new fund springand wellis
To beit thar myster, all besy for the nanys
Sum to this turne, sum to that stert attanys
Quhill on this wys ilk man, occupiit was
Reuthfull Eneas, bownis him to pas
Anone to serche the strenth, and tempill tho
Dedicat vnto the mychty appollo
That ferefull gousty caue, fer from the way
And secrete hald, of sybilla the may
Quhais hate memor, and resoun oft infyrit
Delyus the prophete diuyne, and so inspirit
That scho the secretes, for to cum did knaw
With this thay enterit, in the hallowit schaw
Of the thrinfald passingere Diane
And hous of bricht, Appollo gold begane
The fame is so, that Dedalus the wricht
Furth of kyng Mynas, realme takand his flicht
Sa bald was with swift, fedderame and happy
To auenture him selfe, hie in the skye
And by ane quent vnusit, way to knaw
Towart the frosty poleartik he saw
Bot at the last, softlie he gan alicht
Of calcidonis, apoun the castell hicht
And rendrit first, into thir landis hie
Offerit and hallowit, Phebus vnto the
The farde and flicht of baychth, is wingis tuo
And thare graithit, ane fare tempil also
Apoun the portis, did he carue and graue
Androgeus slauchter falslie brocht to graue
And for his deith the vengeance, and the wrake
How of Athenes commandit war allake
Twise seuin childe, vnto Crete be send
And of ther lyues, ther to mak ancend
The dedly vrne stand, porturate mycht thay knaw
Out of the quhilk, the lottis warren draw
Forgane athenes ane litill ouer the sye
The Ile of Crete he wrocht, musturand ful hye
The kingis ciete, thare hecht Gnosia
Quharin he porturit, al ful wellowa
The luf abhommabil, of quene Pasiphe
Full priuely, with the bull forlane was sche
The blandit kynd, and birth of formes twane
The monstrus mynataure, doith thare remane
Ane horribill takin, of schrewit venus werk
Thare was also, craftelie schape and mark
Ane name kouth hous, quhilk laborynthus hait
Full of wrinklit, ouerturnabil dissait
Bot netheles Dedalus, caucht Piete
Of the grete luf, of fare Ariadne
That was the kinges dochter, taucht ful richt
Of this quent hous, for to vndo the slicht
How by ane threde, the subtil wentis ilkane
Thay michten hald, and turne that way agane
And thou also, the ȝoung childe I charus
Quhilk son, was vnto the ilk dedalus
Ane grete part of this werk, suld haue bene thine
Gif that the dolour, and the huge pine
Had sufferit him, to kyith his craft on the
In gold to graif, thy fall twis etlit he
And twise for reuth failȝeis, the faderis handis
Eneas tho, and al that with him standis
This sculpture al espyit, had on brede
Ne war achates, quhilk before him ȝede
Be than returned was, and with him brocht
The religious women, quham thay socht
Baith consecrate to diane, and phebus
Hait deiphebe, the douchter of glancus
Quhilk to the kingis son, spak apoun this wise
This time quod sche, to stare and to deuise
Gouand on figuris, is not necessary
Mare nedeful now it war, but langar tary
Seuin ȝoung stottis, that ȝoik bare neuer nane
brocht from the bow, in offerand brittin ilkane
And als mony, twintiris as is the gise
Chosin and ganand, for the sacrifice
On this wise till Eneas, spak Sybill
And troianis taryit not, for to fulfill
Hir commaundement, that but langar delay
The sacrifice and offerendis done haif thay
And syne the Nun, to the hie tempill tham brocht
Quhilk in maner of ane grete caue, was wrocht
Of Cunia holkit, in the hilles side
Ane hundreth entres, had it large and wyde
Ane hundreth durres, thareon stekit cloce
Out at the quhilkis ruschit, als mony ane voce
Geuand respons, vnto this Sibilla
Tho to the dur threswald, cum in ar tha
Quhen that this virgine, said to aske ansueris
Now is the tyme lo, lo the god me steris
And as scho gan, sic wordis say and cry
Without the entre, standand suddanly
Nouthir visage, nor cullour as thay war are
Remanis than, nor hir welle dressit hare
Bot fast hir breist the breth, did, clap and bete
Hir feirs hart boldynnys, vp full grete
Enraugit of the sprete diuine, also
That of thare stature scho, gan semyng tho
Hir voce na soundis, like ane mortall wicht
For with the goddis, maieste and mycht
Twichit and smyte, that drewe hir mynd full nere
Hir hart pipis gan do likkir and stere
Blyn not blyn not, thou grete troian Enee
Of thy deuotioune and prayers quod sche
For bot thou do thir grete durris, but dred
And grislie ȝettis, sall neuer warp on bred
And with that word scho ceissit, & no more said
The cald drede tho, gan troianis inuaide
Thirlland throwout hard, banis at euery part
The king him self, than inkirlie from his hart
Maid this vrisoun, and deuoitlie said
O bricht phebus, that euer reuth has had
On troyis hard aduersite, and wo
Thou quhilk direct, the troiane dartis so
In Achillis body, schot by paris hand
This sey that gois about mony grete land
Thou beand my gider, enterit haue I
And eik wylsum desert, land massilly
Quhare the schauld sandis, strekis endland the schore
Now at the last, the fleit vs euermore
The forthir coist of Italie, haue we caucht
Thocht hiddirtillis harde fortoun, has vmberaucht
The troians, and persewit vnfrendly
Now all ȝe goddis, and goddes quhamby
Vmquhile was thocht, grete Ilioun ful of ioy
And schinand, glorious toun of troy
Seining resist, and gane stand ȝour godhede
Lesum it is, to desist of ȝour feid
And now to spare the pure, pepil troyane
O thou maist haly, prophetes souerane
Quhat is to cum, has knawlege of all thingis
Grant that troians, may dwel in Italy ringis
For I ne aske, no land no realme al gatis
Bot quhilk is grantit, to vs by our fatis
Schaw and declare, for our goddis errand
That cauchit bene ouer mony, sey and land
Quhare sall thare resting place be to remane
So eftir that to phebus, and Diane
Of sound marbyl templis, beild may I
And feistuall dayis, for Appollo gar cry
To the also, within our realme sall be
Mony secrete closet, and reuestre
Quharin thy workis, and fatail destenyis
Thy secrete sawis, and thy prophecyis
Endite of my kyn, and genelogy
I sall gar kepe, and obserue reuerentlye
And ō thou blislit woman, vnto the
Wise walit men, sall dedicate and sacre
So that thou write not, on the louis thy wourdis
For drede all turne, bot till ane mok or bourdis
Gif that the wynd thame skattir, and blaw away
Pronunce it with thy awin mouth, I the pray
Therwith he held his pece, and said no more
Bot than Sibill the prophetes, full ȝore
Within the caife, as half enragit wicht
Couth not contene of Phebus, the grete mycht
And euer the more, scho enforsis aye
The grete god from hir breist driue away
The more he gan inuaid, hir and infest
Hir rageand mouth, and feirs hart as him lest
Dantand at will, and forgeand hir sayingis
Scho was constrenit, to schaw all soithfast thingis.

The hundreth gret durris, of that hous with thys
At thare awin willis, warpit wyde I wys
And brocht the prophetes, ansuere to thare eris
O Eneas that eftir, mony ȝeris
Now fynaly has driue, to end quodsche
Sa mony huge grete, dangeris of the see
Bot on the land I tell, ȝou all and sum
F•r gretter perrellis, remanis for to cum
The troiane pepill, to the realme of lauyue
Sall cum that is determit, be goddis diuyne
Out of thy mynd sic doutis, do away
Bot fothirmore I will vnto the say
Quhen the grund of Italy, hath nummyn
Thay sall desire neuir thidder, to haue cummyn
Battallis horribill battallis, to conclude
I now behald, and tybrys the grete flude
For great haboundance, of blude on spate wox rede
Nowthir exanth, nor Symois in that stede
Sall thou mys, nor ȝit the grekis armye
Thou sall before the, fynd in Italie
Ane vthir Achil, borne als of ane goddes
Nor Iuno troyanis, persauewaris expres
Sall neuir mare failȝe, in ȝour contrary
And quhen thou art thare, as thou wald be cary
Of succours, and of help, all desolate
Quhat pepil, and quhat cieties be godwat
In Italie sall thou beseik, of supple
Few sall remane, vnrequirit traist me
The caufis of, al this mischeif and pane
Ane vthir woman, ane fremmyt gest agane
For the troianis is, to be spous and wed
Ane strange bride, or sche be brocht to bed
Withdraw the from, na perrillis nor hard thryst
Bot eum on force more, stranglie to resist
Agane dangeris than fortoun sufferis the
ȝour first reskew, of succours and supple
Furth of ane gregioun, ciete salbe schaw
Quhilk thou lest wenys, ane wounder thing to schaw
Furth of hyr secrete closet, thus on ane
Sic fawis warpis, this Sibilla Cumane
Horribyll ansueris, ful doutsum to confaue
Quhare as sche sat, rummesand in hir caue
In subtell wordis, of obscurite
Inuolwand, the trueth and verite
For on sic wyse, Appollo hir refrenis
Bridillis hir spyrete, and as him left constrenis
From hyr hart pipis, his feirs brod with drawyng
As the deuine furie, gan fyrst ceissing
And eik hir ragand mouth, begouth to rest
Deuote Eneas, beginnis als est
And said vyrgyne, na kynd of pane may ryse
Vnknawin to me, of new at may me greyse
Or now I am warnyt, of al sic chance
And has thame rollit, in my remembrance
Bot ane thing I beseik, the and requyre
Sin the entres and porte, thay sax bene here
Of the infernale kyng, and the liak dirk
Of Acheron gorgit, wyth fludis myrk
Thocht it be rycht difficil, ȝit grant me
Thay queynt realmes, I may behald and se
And cum vnto my dere, faderis sycht
Thidder the passage, and alwayis rycht
To teiche me, and thy secrete portis vnschet
I him deliuerit, and from flambis het
And on thir schulderis, caryit him away
Ane thousand speris, followand to assay
From mid Inemyis, brocht him to saufte
In my vayage, accumpanied with me
He went throw out all seyis, and strange strandis
All manere perrellis of fludis, of stremes and sandis
And stormes of heuin, thocht he was waik
He sufferit and susteinte, for my saik
Aull huge pane as he had bene ane page
Aboue the strenth, and commoun cours of age
And forthir he me chargit, and gan beseik
To the lady I suld, reuerentlie seik
And pas hidder to thy stede, and duelling place
Haue reuth now haly, woman schaw him grace
Baycht to thy son, and fader I require
For thou may do al thyng, I wate but were
He not but gude resoun full wele I knawe
Besyde auernus ouer hir, hallowit schaw
Proserpyne made the patroun, and maistres
Gif orpheus, mycht reduce agane I gese
From hell his spousis, goist with his sueit stringis
Playand on his harp, of trace sa plesand springis
Or gif pollux redemyt, his brothir Castor
As he that was Immortall, get and bore
Parting with him, his Immortalite
Athir for vther sufferand, for to dee
That Ithe of thame, by coursis alternat
Sa oft gais, and returnis that gait
It is nocht anys lesum, I pas that way
Of theseus, quhat nedis mare to say
Or of the strang maist, douchty Hercules
Quhilk thidder, went with sa grete force & preis
Am I not eik discend, from Iupitere
Sic prayer maid he, grippand the altere
Quhill thus begouth the prophetes speke agane
Of goddes blude, Anchises son troiane
It is rycht facill, and eith gate I the tell
For to discend and pas, on doun to hell
The blak ȝettis, of Pluto and that dirk way
Standis euer opin and patent, nycht and day
Bot therfra to returne agane, on hicht
And here aboue recoueris this airis licht
That is difficill werk, thare lauboure lyis
Full few thare bene, quhom heich aboue the skyis
Thare ardent vertew, has rasit and vp heit
Or ȝit quham equale, Iupiter deifyit
They quhilkis bene gendrit, of goddes may thydder attane
All the midway, is wildernes vnplane
Or wilsum forrest, and the laithlie flude
Cochitus with his drery bosum vnrude
Flowis enuiroun, round about that place
Bot gif sa grete desire, and luf thou has
Twyis til our sale of stix, the dolly lake
And twyis behald, hellis pit of wrake
Or sa huge laubour, delitis the quod sche
Harkin quhat first, behuffis the to do
Amiddis ane rank tre, lurkis a goldin beuch
With awreate leuis, and flexibil twistis teuch
Vnto Iuno, infernale consecrate
That standis loukit about and obumbrate
With dirk schaddois, of the thik wod schaw
Bot it is na wyse lesum, I the schaw
Thir secrete wayis, vnder the erd to went
Quhil of the tre this goldin, grane be rent
Fare proserpyne, has institut and command
To offer hir this hir awin propir presand
Ane vthir goldin grane, to the ilk effeck
Thou sall not mys, thocht the first be doun breik
Incontinent euer of the samyn metal
Sic ane like branche, sal burgeoun furth with al
The nedis therfor til hald, thine ene on hicht
If for to serche, and seik al at richt
Quhen it is fund, thou hynt it in thy hand
For gif it list esely, that samyn wand
Of thy awin wil, sa sollow thi grip fute hate
Gif so the fatis will, thou pas that gate
Orellis be na strenth, thou sal it ryffe
Nor cut in twa with wepin swerde nor knyffe
And marcattour, befor the in the place
That thou ne wate, of thy dere freynd allace
Vnerdit lyis, of new the dede body
That with his corpis, infekkis al the nauy
The self tyme slane, now askand our ansure
And in that place, remanis with vs here
First se that him, to his lang hame thou haue
And as efferis, gar bery law in graue
This his funerale entir, or sacryfyce
Do bryng the blak belstis, as is the gyse
Lat thay be ȝour first expiatiouns
And clengeing clath, efur ȝour serimouns
So at the last of Stir, that cirful schaw
And realmes wilsum, for leuand men to knaw
Thou sal behald, quod sche, and tho gan ceice
Hir mouth clappit togiddir, and held pece.

Enee with drery chere, and Enee doun cast
Leiffand the caue, furth on his way is past
And in, his breist gan, rolling al on raw
Thir vncouth chancis, wounder strange to knaw
Achates his traist freynd, furth him by went
Ilk step and pais, musing the samyn entent
Ful mony diuers sermouns, betuix thaym two
Talkand and carpand, oft quhare as thay go
Doutsum quhilk of thare feris, this mucht be
The Prophetes thaym tald was done to de
Or quhat corpis was this, •he thaym bad bery
And as thay come, apoun the strandis dry
Thay gan behald, ligging, in the ilk stede
Misenus new slane, be vnworthy dede
Misenus Eolus son, nane mare c••mand
Oistis to assembil with brasin trump in hand
That with his sound, and werely blastis oft syis
The martial curage, mad in breistis ryes
Sumtyme he was ane of grete Hectouris feris
About Hectoure, euir hantit he the weris
Now blawing with his trump, maist craftelie
Now with ane spere, Ioynand, his maister by
Eftir Achil reft him, the lyfe in were
Till douchty Enee, this forcy cheuillere
Adionyt has himself, in fallouschip
Ane man of na les proues than wourschip
Bot now percais, with his bois trumpe as he
Went vnprouisitly, blawing by the se
To striue prouoking the goddis, with his springis
Gif it be lesum to traist, sa schameful thingis
Triton the god hauand, thare at dispite
Or he was war, him hyntis and did smyte
Amang the fomy rokkis, law adoun
And in the salt wallis, the man gan droun
Quharfor about his corpis, with grete clamoure
The troianis stude murnand, and maid doloure
Bot principally, the reuthful Eneas
Sybillais heist, as he commandit was
Tho sped in haist, for to pertorme weping
For the sepulture, funerale fyre or bing
Ane hepe of treis, thay preis anone to dycht
And vp vnto the heuynnys, rais on hicht
Vnto ane ancient forrest, socht thay then
Enterand in mony, wylde bestis den
Full of roset doun, bet as the fir tre
Smyte with the ax, did rare, the akis hie
Grete eschin stokkis tumbillis to the ground
With wedgeis schidit, gan the birkis sound
The felloun elmys, weltis doun the hillis
Eneas him self, also with ful gud willis
Into sic werkis, with the first al day
For to be besy, gan his feris pray
With lone in hand, fast wirkand like the laif
And in his breist, gan to and fra consaif
Ful heuily thir materis, war betide
Behaldand the large wod, on athir syde
Thare as he stude, thus makand his prayer
Wald god ȝone goldin branche, list now appere
And kyith the selfe to vs, in this forest
Sen lo all thing, the prophetes exprest
Of the Misenus ar ouer trew allace
Skars war thir wordis said, quhen in that place
Ane pair of Dowis fra heuin, come with ane flycht
And richt forgane, the mannis face did licht
And one the grene swarde, thare place tuke law
This rial prince, als sone as he thaym saw
His moderis birdis knew, and blythlie than
His vrifoun has maid, and thus began
O haly foulis, gif the way may be went
Be ȝe my gidis, to complete my entent
Addres ȝour cours, throw out the are in hy
Vnto that haly schaw, with sale mychty
Quhare as that riche Prince, the grounde ouerheldis
And ȝe my blissit moder, that oure beild is
Into this doutsum cais, be not away
I ȝou beseik be fauorabill, to our way
And prayand thus, eftir the speymen weird
He prentit bayth, his futesteppis in the erd
Behaldand redly, quhat syngis thay schaw
Or quhiddir thay mark etand pasing on raw
Thay at the last gan flichter, furth ane space
Half stalkand on the ground, ane soft pace
Sa fer before achates, and Enee
As thay mycht wele behald thaym with thare G
And als sone, as thay come, to the entre
Of auernus, that s•••kand hellis se
Vprais thay swiftlie, and in the moist are
Flaw furth and syne gan alicht and repare
Apoun thare seges, quhare thaym list to be
Of diuers naturis, perkit on the tre
Throw quhais branchis, of sere hewis mony ane
The bricht glitterand goldin, culloure schane
Like as full oft, in schil wynteris tyde
The gum or glew, amyd the woddis wide
Is wount to schene, ȝallow on the grane new
Quhilk neuer of that treis, substance grew
With saffroun hewit, frute doing furth sproute
Cirkillis and wympillis, round bewis about
Sic lik was of this gold, the cullour brycht
That burgeonit, fare on the rank aikis hicht
Euer as the branche, for pipand wynd reboundit
The goldin schakeris, ratlis and resoundit
Eneas smertlie, hynt the grane that schone
And but delay, has rent it doun anone
Desyrus to complete, his way alsua
Bare it vnto the hald, of Sibilla
And netheles troyanis, this ilk tyde
Misenus deith bewalyt, at the coist syde
Vnto the dolorus, vnsilly body
Funerall seruice, completand by and by
At the beginning, first vp hie thay beild
Ane huge hepe or bing, amyd the feild
Of dry aik schidis, and fat roset treis
All sidis tharof, als fer as ony seis
Was dek and couerit, with thare dedely lewis
And wyld Cypres, the tre of mortall hewis
The top aboue, arrayit was at richt
And adornit with schinand, armoure bricht
Sum spedis to graith, hate wattir spedelie
In caldrouns playand, on the fyre fast by
The cauld dede corpis, is weschin and anoynt
Enbalmed with riche gummes, euery Ioynt
Thay schouting gouling, & clamour about him maid
The body syne bewalit, haue thay lade
In ane soft bed, and thare aboue was spred
Purpour robbis, quhare with he wount was cled
Sum on thare schulderis, the grete bere vpbare
Ane dulfull office, with mony sob and rare
And as the manere, or tendir fryndis is
For sorow thar facis wrythis away I wys
Puttand the kendilling in with hate fyre braind
Grete hepis of sence, vp blesit fra hand to hand
Cowpis and goblettis, warpit in the fyre
Full of oil oleue brynd vp brycht and schire
Efter all was fallin ane powder and in as
And the grete hete of flambis, quenchit was
The reliquis and the drery, ameris syne
Thay sloknit and gan weschin, with sueit wyne
The banys walit by, and natelie chosit
Choryneus in ane brasm town, has closit
And this ilk man, his feris, al but dout
With clene watt•r clengit, thryis about
Strinkland ane litill dewing, as was the gyse
Wyth the branche of ane happy Oliue thryis
He purgit and aspergit wele the men
The lattir wourd, al is don said he then
Eneas tho, gart vp erkkit be
Ane sepulture, of ful huge quantite
In taikynnyng of ane mannis instrumentis
Ane air and eik ane trumpet, theron prentis
Vndir the mont, vmquhile Aeryus
Was clepit, quhilk now is hecht Mysenus
Eftir his name, callit perpetualy
That euer sal his memor testyfy

This beand done sybillais commandement
Eneas addres, performe incontinent
Thare stude ane dirk, and profound caue fast by
Ane hiddous hol, depe gapand and grysly
All ful of cragis, and thir scharp flynt stanis
Quhilk was weil dekkit, and closit for the nanys
With ane foule laik, als blak as ony cralo
And skuggis dym, of ane ful derne wod schaw
Aboue the quhilk na foule, may fle but skaith
Exalatiouns, or vapouris blak and laith
Furth of that dedely golf, thrawis in the are
Sicwyse na bird, may thidder mak repaire
Quharfore grekis Auernus, clepis this stede
The place but foulis, to say or pit of dede
Here first Enee, at this ilk entre wyle
Foure ȝoung stottis, addressit blak of pyle
The Nun Sibilla relsauis thaym, and syne
Amyd thare forhedis quhelmyt, on coupis of wyne
And of thare top, betuix thare hornies tuay
The ouermest haris, has sche pullit away
And in the haly Ingill, as was the gise
Kest thaym in manere, of the first sacrifyce
Apoun hecate cryand, with mony ane ȝell
Mychtfull in heuin, and depe doungeoun of hel
Sum sleuit knyffis, in the beistis throttis
And vtheris (quhilk war ordant for sic notis)
The warme new blude, keppit in coup and pece
Enee hym self, ane ȝow was blak of flece
Brytnit with his swerd, in sacrifice ful hie
Vnto the moder, of the furies thre
Ane hir grete sister, and to the proserpyne
And ȝeld kowall to trinschit and eftir syne
To the infernale king, quhilk pluto hate
Hys nycht altaris, begouth to dedicat
The haile bonkis, ofbeistis bane and lyre
Amyd the flambis, keist and haly fyre
The fat olye did he ȝet, and pere
Apoun the entrellis to mak thaym birne clere
Bot lo ane litil befor, the son rising
The ground begouth to rummys, croyn and rynge
Vnder thare fete, and woddy toppis hie
Of thir hillis begin, to moue thay se
Amang the schaddois, and the skuggis merk
The hell houndis herd, thay ȝoule and berk
At cummyn of the goddes proserpyne
Sybilla cryis, that prophetes diuyne
Al ȝe that bene prophane, away away
Swyith outwith, al the sanctuary hy ȝou hay
And thou quod sche, hald on thy way with me
Draw furth thy swerd, for now is nede Enee
To schaw thy manhede, and be of ferme curage
Thus fer sche sayd smyte, with the godlie rage
And therwith enteris, in the opin caif
Eneas vnabasit, fra al the laif
Fallowis his gyde, with equale paceful richt
O ȝe goddis in quhais power, and mycht
The saulis bene, and ȝe derne skuggis derk
Confusit Chaos, quharof al thing bene Irk
Skaldand hellis flude, flagiton but lycht
Placis of silence, and perpetual mycht
Mot it be leful, to me for to tell
Thay thingis quhilkis, I haue hard said to hell
And be ȝour mychtis, that I may furth schaw
Sere thingis drynchit, in the erd ful law
And depe inuoluit, in myrknes and the myst
Thay walkit furth, so dirk oneith thay wyst
Quhidder thay went, amyddis dymschaddois thare
Quhare euer is nicht, and neuer licht doith repare
Throw out the waist dungeoun of pluto king
Thay vode boundis, and that gousty ring
Siclyke as quha wald, throw thick woddis went
In obscure licht, quhare mony not be kend
As Iupiter the king Etherial
With erdis skug, hydis the heuynns al
And the myrk nycht, wyth hir vysage gray
From euery thing, has reft the hew away
Before the porch, and first Iawis of hel
Lamentacioun, and wraikful thochtis fel
Thare lugeing had, and therat duellis eik
Pale maledyis, that causis men be seik
The fereful drede and als vnweildyage
The felloun hunger, with hir vndantit rage
Thare was also the laithly indigence
Tirribil of schape, and schameful hir presence
The grisly dede, that mony ane has slane
The hard laubour, and diseisful pane
The flettry slepe dedis, cousing of kynd
Inordinate, blithnes, of peruersite mind
And in the ȝet, forganis thaym did stand
The mortal battel, with his dedely brand
The Irne chalmeris, of hellis furies fel
Witles discord that, wandring maist cruel
Womplit and buskit, in ane bludy bend
With snakis hung, at euery haris end
And in the myd, of the vtir ward
With brade branchis sprede, ouer al the sward
Ane rank helme tre stude, huge grete and stok auld
The vulgar pepil, in that samyn hald
Beleuis thir vane dremes, markis thare duelling
Vnder Ilk leif, ful thik thay stik and hing
Thare bene ilk monstouris, of mony diuers sort
The centaures, war stablit at this port
The doubillit porturit Scilla with thaym in f•re
Bryaryus with ane hundreth formes sere
The byisning beist the serpent lerna
Horribill quhissilland and queynt chymera
With fire enarmed, on hir toppis hie
The laithlye harpies, and the gorgonis thre
Of thrinfald bodyis, gaistly formes did grone
Baith of Erilus, and of gerione
Eneas smertlie, for the hasty drede
Hint furth his swerd, in this place gude spede
The drawin blade, he profferis thare and here
Vnto thare monstouris, euer as thay drew nere
And ware not expert, mait Sibilla
Taucht him thay war bot, vode gaistis all tha
But ony bodies, as waunderand wrachis waist
He had apoun thame, ruschit in grete haist
And with his bitand brycht, brand all in vane
The tume schaddois, smityng to haue slane.

Frra thine strekis the way, profound anone
Depe vnto hellis flude, of Acherone
With holebisme, and hidduous swelth vnrude
Drumly of mude, and skaldand as it warwode
Populand and bukand, furth of athir hand
Vnto Cochitus al his slike, and sand
Thir riueris and thir watteris, kepit war
Be ane Charone, ane grisly ferrear
Terribyl of schape, and sluggard of array
Apoun his chin feill, Chanos haris gray
Liart felterit taltis, with birnand ene rede
Lyke tua fyre blesis, fixit in his hede
His smottrit habit, ouer his schulderis lidder
Hang peuagely knyt, with ane knot togidder
Him self the cowbil, did the boline furth schaw
And quhen him list, halit vp salis faw
This ald hasard cariys, ouer fludis hote
Spretis and figuris, in his irne hewit bote
All thoch he eildit was, or step in age
Als ferynd als, swipper as ane page
For in ane god the age is, fresche and grene
Infatigabil and immortall, as thay mene
Thidder to the bray swermand, al the rout
Of dede goistis, and stude the bank about
Baith matrouns, and thar husbandis al I feris
Ryall princis, and nobyl cheueleryis
Small childer and ȝoung, damisellis vnwed
And fair springaldis, lately dede in bed
In fader and moderis presence, laid on bere
Als grete nowmer, thidder thikkit in fere
As in the first frost, eftir heruist tyde
Leuis of treis, in the wod dois slyde
Or byrdis flokkis, ouer the fludis gray
Vnto the land sekand, the nerrest way
Quham the cauld sessoun, cachis ouer the see
In to sum benar realme, and warme cuntre
Thare stude thay prayand, sum support to get
That thay micht wyth the, formest ouer be set
And gan vphauin pietuously, handis twa
Langand to be apoun, the forthir bra
Bot this soroufull bote man, wyth brym luke
Now thir, now thame within his weschell tuke
And vthir sum expellit, and made do stand
Fer from the riuer syde, apoun the sand
A wonderit of this sterage, and the preis
Say me virgine sayd Enee, or thou ceis
Quhat menis sic confluence, on this watter syde
Quhat wald thir saulis, quhy will thay not abyde
Quhilk causis bene, or quhat aduersite
Sum fra the brayis, thame withdraw I se
Ane vthir sort, eik of thir saulis dede
Rollit ouer this reuer, cullourit as the lede
This ancient religious, woman than
But mare delay, to ansuere thus began
Anchyses get, heyndchilde curtes and gude
Discend vndoutebill, of the goddis blude
The deip stank, of Cochis dois thou se
And eik the hellis pule, stix quod sche
Be quhais mythtys, the goddis ar ful laith
And dredis sare syne, fals thare aith
Al thir thou seis stoppit, at the schore
Bene helples folk vnerdit, and forlore
ȝone grislie feriare, to name Caroun hate
Thay bene al beryit he caryis in his bate
It is not til him leful, he ne may
Thaim ferry ouer thir rowtand, fludis gray
Nor to the hidduous, ȝonder coistis haue
Quhil thare banis, belaid to rest in graue
Quha ar vnberyit, ane hundreth ȝere mon bide
Wauerand and wandrand, by this bankis syde
Than at the last to pas, ouer in this bote
Thay bene admittit, and coistis thaym not ane grote
And frelie may behaldin, or espy
Thay lakis, quhilkys thaym lykis to vesy
Anchises so• tho, stentis ane litill stound
And bayth hys fute steppis, fixit on the ground
Musing in mind sum del•, said in ane part
And of this hard fortoun, cautht reuth in hart
Thare saw he dolorus, and woful of chere
But funerall seruice, neuer laid on bere
Lucaspes and Orontes, baith ••ane
Quhilsum maisteris, of the schip liciane
Quham baith yfere, as said before haue we
Saland from troy, throw out the wally see
The dedly storme, ouerquhelmit with ane quhiddir
Baith men and schip, went vnder flude togiddir
Lo palynurus, eik his sterisman
Amang vtheris fast, to the wattir ran
Quhilk laitlie saland, in the libiane se
As than he gan behald, the stormes hie
To giddir with the helmstok, quhare he stude
Our schipburd swakkit was amyd the flude
And skarslie as he Enee gan espye
Amang dirk skuggis, standand ful drery
First he him gretis, sayand til him thus
Quhilk of the goddis, O palynurus
The vs bereft, and drynt amyd the se
Hou tyd that cais, declare me I pray the
For certis bricht, appollo neuer or now
Was fals to me, but I wat neuer how
Of his ansure, twiching the he rawit
And has my mynd, therin al hale dissauit
That schew suld haleskarth, ouer the se
Vnto the grund of Itale, cum quod he
Se thus his lawte, and promite has kepe
The tothir ansueris, with ane petuous pepe
Maist wourthy duke, anchises son maist dere
Nowther hecht the of phebus, the ansuere
Vnder his secrete courting, so dissaue
Na ȝit na god safer has me bewaue
Nor drownit in the depe, as ȝe beleue
Bot as I slaide ouer burde, to my myscheue
The helmstok or gubernakil of the tre
Quharewith I rewlit, our cours throw the se
Lenand theron percase, sa fast it threw
And rent away ouerburd, with me I drew
The wally seyis, to witnes draw I here
That for my self, tuke I nane sa grete fere
As of thy schip, quham that I knew ful quyte
Spulȝeit of hir graith, and lodisman furth smyte
Dreding sche suld haue, preist in sic nede
Ouer the huge swelland •udis rais on brede
The south wind nothus, thre dais me drawe
Throw out the s•y, with violent wallis waue
Skars on the ferd day, at morne did I a•pie
Hie from the wallis, croppis Italie
Huly and fare, vnto the coistis I swam
And tho almaist, in surety cummin I am
Ne war the cruel pepil, of thay landis
As I that grippit with, my crukit handis
The scharp rolkis, stoppis at the schore
In hewy wate frogs•ad, and chargit sore
Thay can with Irn wappynnis, me inuade
Wening ane spy, that I had bene thay said
From thare cuntre, sum pray to driue away
So now I am bedyit, in fludis gray
And windis warpis, my corpis apoun the strandis
Quharfore I pray the, heuand vp my handis
And be the plesand kicht, of heuin requiris
And be the halesum, are that thou inspiris
And be thy welebelouit, fader ding
And gude hope, of thy ȝoung sonnis of spring
O thou vnumquest, vailȝeand campioun
Deliuer me, from thir grete harmes anon
Or at the leist graife me, in sepulture
Sene wele thou can, and may performe that cure
Spere to the portis, quhilkis Velynos hate
Or gif thay may be fundin, ony gate
Quhilkis thy blissit moder has teichit richt
Reik thy richt hand, vnto this wrechit wicht
And haue me with the ouer the fludis rede
So at the last, I may eftir my dede
Into sum plesand stede remane and rest
For I beleue fermlie, thou not addrest
Sa large fludis, but goddis authorite
Nor Stix thys laik, for til ouerswym quod he
Quhen that he had, thir wordis said expres
Sic ansuere made to him, the prophetes
Palimurus quod scho, thou sary syre
Quhiddir is becummyn, sic vndantit desire
To the and feirs, wyl sa vnresonabill
Wenis thou vnerdit, now and thus vnabil
Ouer stix the hellis pule, sic wise to fare
And grislie fludis, about quham doith repare
Thir dredely furyis, to behald and se
Vncallit on the ȝound, bray wald thou be
Decist and ceis, to weyne with thy prayere
The goddis decrete, that thou may brek stere
Bot now imprent, in thy remembrance
This wordis in solace, of thy hard chance
Quhare thy body is, at this time present
For fere tharof, the pepil adiacent
By wounder takinnis, from the heuins schaw
Constrenit sall by graif, thy banis law
And on thi corpis, erect ane sepulture
Doing tharto solemnit, funerale cure
Palinurus to name, that place for thy
Sall bere, and clepit be perpetualy
With thir wordis, asswageing his heuie thocht
And fra his sorouful hart, as that he mocht
Sum dele expellit, has the dolorus care
Reiosit of the ground, his surname bare
Quharfore Eneas, and Sibill baith tway
As thay begining had, held furth that way.

And as thay gan approch, towart the flude
This churlich boteman, on stix quhare he stude
Als swith as he persauit, thame cum sua
Throw the derne wod, and draw nerrer the bra
Fyrst with sic bustuous wordis, he tham gret
And but offence, gan thame chiding thus plet
Quhat euer thou be, that cummis enarmyt so
Towart our fludis, quhidder etlis thou go
For quhat causis, come thou hidder tell me tyte
Stand still thare, as thou art with mekle syte
Preis no forther, for this is the hale richt
Of gaystis schaddois, slepe and douerit mycht
Vnlefull war, and ane forbiddin thing
Within this passingear, ouer stix to bring
Ony leuand wicht, certis in mine entent
I am not glade, ȝit of the last sa went
Nor that I cariyt Hercules, ouer this laik
Ne theseus, and pirocheus his mayk
All thocht thay war cummyn of goddis linnage
And vnuisibill of strenth, and vassyllage
For this ilk Hercules, with his stalwart handis
The grym warden of hel, strenȝe•s in bandis
And him drew trymbling, from the kinges trone
The tothir twa grete violence, wald haue done
The fresche proserpine, plutis lady gay
Furth of hir bour begouth, to lede away
To him agane this, ansuere made expres
Of Amphrisia phebus, prophetes
Do al suspicioun, furth of thy consait
Here is quod sche, na sic gile nor dissait
Na violence our wappinnis, dois pretend
Wele likis vs it dois, vs not offend
Thoch in his caue ȝour, hidduous portare
ȝou land effray the dede, gaistis euermare
We stand content, It suffyce vs alsua
That thay remane, the chaist proserpina
Within hir fader brotheris, boundis and ring
Bot here is cummin, of king troas of spryng
Eneas ful of piete, and knychthede
To wesy his louit fader, quihilk is dede
Discend to the law, skuggis of hell
Of syc grete vertew and piete, quhilk I tell
Gif na considerance, may the moue quod sche
At leist thou knawis, the goldin gra••t tre
And with that word; the branche sthawand vndid
That priuely vnder hir cloke, was hid
The rageand hert, ful of wraith and ire
Than wox appesit, of this laithly schyre
And but ma wordis, or langer delay
Awounderit of the present, fresche and gay
This fatall wand, sa precius was I mene
That he tofore ane lang time, had not sene
His wattry hewit bote, haw as the se
Towart thame turnis, and addressis he
And gan approch, vnto the bra in haist
Syne vthir saulis, expellis has and chaist
Furth of his bate, quhilk sat endlangis the wale
He strekis sone his airis, and grathis his sale
And tharwith al the big, wichty Enee
Within his weschel bodum, ressauis he
Vnder the paysand, and the heuy targe
Gan grane or geig, the euil ionit barge
Sa ful of riftis, and with lekkis perbreik
Sche suppit, huge wattir of the leik
Bot at the last, out ouer the flude ȝit than
Saiflie sche brocht bayth, prophetes and man
And furth thame set amyde the foule glare
Among the fauth rissis, hersk and stare
Terberus the hiddious, hound that regioun
Fordynnys, berkand with thre mouthis soun
Vnmesurabill in his caue, quhare he lay
Rycht ouer forgane, thame an the hie way
Quham til the prophetes behald how in hie
His nek wox of edderis, all griselie
Ane sop stepit in till honyals fast
And of enchantit cornes made gan cast
For hunger wod he, gapis with throttis thre
Swith swelliand, that morsel raucht had sche
And tho his terribil body, with ane rerd
He tumblis ouer, ligging on the erd
Of huge stature and felloune quantite
Ouer all the caue, furth strekit him has he

Thus quhill the portar; in slepe soupit lyis
The entre tho, Eneas occupyis
And ouer the fludis bank, full swiftly sprent
Quhais passage, is ouerturnabill went
Anone thay hard cere vosis lamentabill
Grete walyng, quhimpering and spreuthis lamentabill
In the first cirkill, or the vteir ward
ȝoung babbis saulis, weping sare thay herd
Quham the hasty and blak, dulefull day
Soukand thare moderis panpe, had reft away
Fro the sweit lyfe, twinnit vntimuslie
As carefull corps plungit, in graue galy
Nixt thame the secund place, thay felkis has
Wrang wisly put to dede, for cryme saikles
Nor sekirly thir setis, to ilk wycht
War not assignit, but iuge dome and richt
For king Mynes inquisitour, and iustice
The fatale vrne, and ballance at deuise
Reulis equale and be discrecioun steris
To counsale and to iugement, as efferis
The sylly goistis callis, in that secrete cage
Bayth of thare lyfe and crymes, takand knawlage
Syne eftir thir, all sory and full of care
The thrid place haldis, and sall euermare
Giltles folk that for disdene wo or fede
With thare handis wrocht, thare selfe to dede
And irkit of thare lyfe, that thay war in
Thare sueit saulis, made fra the body twyn
O quhat penurite, and hard distres in fere
Wald thay now suffer, to be in this warld here
Bot the fatis and goddis, decrete gane standis
That thay returne, may neuir in to ther landis
The wofull pule, with watter thame vnlufly
Withaldis thame so than, thay may not ga by
And stix the flude, belappis thame about
Nyne tymes so clois, that they may neuir wyn out
Not fer from thens widequhare on euery syde
Thay mycht behald the large feildis wyde
And boundis of complante, all vode of licht
Sa bene thay clepit, propirly at rycht
Quharin war all by strang luf, in thare dayis
With sic cruell infectioun, wastit away is
The hiddils held thay, and the roddis derne
Ane myrtre wod, about thame loukit ȝarne
Thare paneful masing, of thare heuy thoch
Eftir thare dede also forȝet thay nocht
Thare was phedra, the spous of Thesius
And poirus eik, the wyfe of Cephalus
In that ilk stede was trist, Eriphilce
Hir cruel sonnis, woundis schewis sche
Euadne he beheld, and laodomia
And Pasiphe in fallouschip with tha
And Ceneus first ane wenche, and •ine ane man
In hir auld schape, eftir dede changeit than
Amang vtheris, the phenissiane Dido
Within the grete wod, walkis to and fro
The grene wound gapand, in hir breist all new
Quham as the troiane baroun, nerrer drewe
And throw the dirk schadois, first did knaw
Sic wise as quhay, throweluddy skyis saw
Or at the leist wenys, he dois se
The new mone, quhen first vpwaxis sche
The teris lete he fall, and tendirly
With hertlie lufe, begrette hir thus in hy
O fey dido, sen I persaue the heir
Ane fouir warning, now I knaw full clere
Was schewin me, that thou with swerd was slaw
Bereft thy selfe the life, and brocht of daw
Allace I was the causer, of thy dede
By all the sternes schynes, aboue our hede
And be the goddis aboue, to the I swere
And be the faith and laute, gif ony here
Treuth may befund, depe vndererd (quod he)
Magre my will princes, s• mote I the
From thy coistis depart, I was constrenit
Be the commandementis, of the goddis vnfenite
Quhais grete mychtis, has me hidder driue
To pas throw out the dirk schaddois beliue
By gousty placis welfche sauorit moist, and hare
Quhare profound, nycht perpetualie doith repere
Compellit from the for to disseuer
Nor in mynde ymagine, mycht I neuer
For my departing, or abscence I wys
Thou suldelst caucht sa grete difeis, as thys
Do stynt thy pais, abide thou gentill wicht
Withdraw the not, sa sone out of my sycht
Quham fleis thou, this is the latter day
By wourdis schap, that with the speik I may
Wish sic wourdis, Eneas full of wo
Sett him to meis the sprete of quene dido
Quhilk all inflammit, ful of wrath and ire
With acwart luke, and glowand hate as fyre
Made him to wepe, and sched ouer teris wak
And fremmitly fra wart him, as he spak
Hir ene affixt, apoun the ground held sche
Mouing na mare, hir curage face nor bre
Than sche had bene, ane statewe of marbyl stane
Or ane ferme rolk, of mont morpesiane
Bot finalie ful swift, sche wiskit away
Agreuit fled in the derne, woddis gray
Quhare as Sicheus, hir first spous ful sure
Corispondis to hir desire, and cure
Rendring in luf amouris, equiualent
And neuertheles, fast eftir hir furth sprent
Enee pexplexit, of hir sory cace
And weping gan hir follow, ane wele large space
Regrettand in his mind, and had piete
Of the distres, that mouit hir to fle

With all his spede, fra thens he tuke the gate
That was vntill him grantit, by his fate
And sone thay warren, cummin to the plane
And lattir wardis, quharein dois remane
Vailȝeand folkis, in feildis and cheuelrie
Tha secrete steddis, hantand, by and by
Here him recounterit, partanopeus
And in till armes, vailȝeant Tedeus
The paile goist, eik of adrastus the kyng
Thare saw he als, with huge grete and murning
In middil erd oft menit, thir troyanis
Duryng the sege, that in battil slane is
Quham as he gan behald wid, quhare onraw
Full tendirly complening, thare •e saw
Glaucus, Medontus, and Thersilotus
Anthenoris thre sonnis, and polibetus
Vnto the goddes, Ceres consecrate
Ideus saw he, in his auld estate
Baith reuland ȝit his cart, and wapynnis weldand
Vnto Eneas left syde, and rychthand
The saulis flokkis circulate in ane rout
Not sufficit thame, to spy him onis about
Bot desiring, he taryit euermare
Furth with him, to walkin and repare
Wele lykis thame towart him, fast to thryng
And to inquire the caus, of his cumming
The nobillis eik of grekis, one by one
With the grete routis, of Agamen••ne
Als sone as thay, the stalwart troiane saw
In bricht armour, amyd the schaddois law
Gretelie efferde, war smyte with felloun drede
Sum gaif the bak, tak and the flycht gude spede
As quhilum thay, vnto thare schippis socht
Sum rasit ane cry, with wake voce as thay mocht
Bot al for nocht, thare clamour was ful skant
The soundis brak, with gaspyng or ane gant
Syne Diephebus, quhilum armip•oent
Kyng Priamus son, with body tor and rent
Thare he beheld ane cruell maglit face
His visage menȝete, and baith his handis alace
His halfhedis spulȝeit, of stowit his eris tua
By schamefull wound, his neis cuttit away
With grete difficulte, he him skarslie knew
Trimbling for lak, estham•t rede of hew
As that he micht handand, his felloun woundis
Vndemandyt, with freindly wourdis and soundis
Enee him gret, sayand of gret renoun
Deiphebus, armipotent campioun
Quha has alas the, martyryt sa and slane
By sa cruell tormentis, and hydduos pane
Hou euer was any, sufferit the sa to dicht
It was me tald, of troy the lattir nycht
Thou wery, and forfothin, in that stede
For sa feil grekis, be thy dyntis ded
Aboue the heide of dede corps, ouer ane
Fell doun forbled, thare standing them allane
Than I my selfe, fra this was to me schaw
Doun at the nes richt, by the coistis law
Ane voce tumb rasit, and with loude voce thryis
Apoun the wrachis, and wanderand gaistis cryis
Thy armes and thy name, that place doith hald
My freynd thy body, couth I not behald
Nor fynd, thocht I wald it haue grauiteft
The time quen I, our natyue cuntre left
King Priamus son made answere, foith is it
Na thing my dere frende, did thou pretermyt
All that thou aucht, to Deiphebus ilk dele
Thou has perfurnist, worthely and wele
As to my beryall, and sprete apertenyt
Bot my hard fatis, war wars than thou wenyt
For the detestabyll cursyt wykkitnes
Of Helena born in latena, I ges
Has me inuoluit, in thir harmes ȝe se
Thir ar hir last luf, drowryis left wyth me
Full wele thou wate, how that the lattir nycht
In fals myrthis, we spendit euery wycht
Alace the quhyle, our grete matter of care
Behuffis vs hald, in memor euermare
Quhen that the fatal hors, to our ennoy
Come speland, ouer the hie wallis of troy
Wyth belly chargit full of army t•men
That strang lurdane than, quham wele we ken
The troiane matronis, •edis in ane ring
Fenȝeand to bachus, feist and karoling
Amiddis all the laif, ane grete firebrand
Birnand full clere, scho haldis in hir hand
Quhare with out, of the maister strete of troy
The grekis did scho, bekin and conuoy
This ilk time, me with heuy curis lang
O firksum were, and sad stummeris strang
Oppressit for my walking mony fald
For my fey cha•mer, gan my body hald
Fordouerit as I lay, into that stede
In sueit profound rest, of slepe like soft dede
That notabill spous, furth of hir lugeing place
The mene sessoun, all armour did arrace
My traisty swerd, fra vnder my hede away
Stall scho, and in the place brocht mene lay
The chalmer durris, opinnit scho in hy
Wening to wirk, ane hie plesere tharby
To hir first luffare, and hir auld schaine
Tharethrow to quenche, and recouer gud name
Quhat suld I tary, or ȝou langar hald
The grek is ruschit, in the chalmer thik fald
Amang all vtheris, samin thidder spedis
That schrew prouokare, of all wikkit dedis
Eolus neuo, cursit vlixes s•e
On sic like wise as thare, thay did with me
Grete goddis mote the grekis recompens
Gif I may thig ane vengeance, but offens
Bot say me this agane freind alltogidder
Quhat auenture has brocht the leuand hidder
Quhidder wauit wilsum, by storme of the sey
Or at command of goddis, cum thou, quod he
Or quhat fortoun, doith the cache or stere
That to thys sory hald thou cummis here
To vesy this troublit, dim regioun
Quhare euer is nicht, and neuer son ȝit schone

The tyme that they thus carpit to and fra
Hir rosy charyore, the fresch aurora
Amydwart of the heuynnys, assyltre
Begouth for to vproll, and rais on hye
The myd declynyng of hir cours, was went
And thay percase, on sic wyse, mycht haue spent
The tyme complete was, for thare Iornay grant
Bot sone him warnis, Sibilla the sant
His trew marrow, gan schortly to him say
The nycht Eneas, slides fast away
Wepyne the houris, we consume and waist
Here is the place, quhare our passage in hast
Depertit is and sched, in stretis tuane
This way towart the richt hand strekis plane
To the hie wallis, of schir Ditis king
It is our reddy went, quhilk sall vs bring
Vnto the plesand plane, of Elisee
This vther gate, in the left hand ȝe se
Conuayis vnto the stede, of fell torment
Quhare dampnit schrewis, in Tartarus ar sent
In woful pyt, perpetual to remane
Than deiphebus, maid this ansuere agane
Beis not aggreuit, souerane now I pray
I sall no langar, duell bot go my way
I sall complete my nomber, furth quod he
And to dim schadowis, rendir sall I be
Pas on pas on, our wourschip and renown
Mare proser chance, to hant now mak the boun
Thus fer spak deiphebus, and with that saw
About tunit his paisand gan withdraw
Eneas blent him, by and suddanly
Vnder ane rolk, at the left side did spy
Ane wounder large castell, strang and stout
With wallis thrinfald, lappit round about
Quham the gristie, Tartariane flagitone
That rauenus flude, closis inuirone
With water blesand, brym in fyry low
And rolland stanis, Rumland depe in how
The porte in forefront, was full huge grete
Of ferme adamant, war the pillaris bete
Sa that na fors of men, mycht thame doune myne
Nor ȝit the strench of goddis, with strang engyne
Ane irne toure stude, beildit wounder hie
Quhilk semyt, for to reik vp in the skye
Thesiphon that furious, monstoure wilde
In bludy cape reuestit, and ouer silde
Sittis kepand but slepe, bayth nycht and day
That sory entre, and this porche alway
Tho begouth thay first, in this s•ede to here
Murnyng gouling, and granyng with dulfull bere
Fele cruell strakis smytyn her thay sound
Frasing of Irne fetteris, and chenȝeis round
Enee gan him arreist, in mynd within
All abasit herkynnand, this ferefull dyn
O haly virgine say thou furth quod he
Quhat kynd of grisly, torment may this be
In quhat punytioun panys, and distres
Bene saulis ȝonder strenȝeit, prophetes
Quhat menys this brute weping, and wofull cryis
With sic waling semys, fordy• the skyis
Sibilla thus begouth, ansuere agane
O wourschipfull, and gentil duke Troyane
It is not lesum to ane, innocent wicht
With in the boundis, of wikkitnes vnricht
To entir nor attene, to nere that ȝet
Bot the first tyme proserpyne made and sett
Me maistres of auerne hir hallowit schaw
The goddis tormentis, gan scho to me scaw
And me conuoyit thare throw, euery stede
This maist dolorus realme, to stere and lede
Has Rhadamanthus vmquhile, of Crete king
Haldand maist scharp, and fare lawis in his ring
Chastiand folkis, speris thare offence expres
By torment thame compellis, thare cryme cenfes
Synnys committit, abone in the erd
Quhen ony ioy and to thare awin wanwerde
Bot proffyt dois consele, hide or delay
Vnamendit, quhil dedis lattir day
Sic wikkit, and condempnit wichtis al tyte
As thay come in that dolly pyt, of syte
Thesiphone, the wrekare of misdedis
With quhip in hand, al reddy fasthir spedis
All to assale, to skurge tor and bete
And with hir left hand, terribil edderis grete
Thik at thame swakkis, sine to pyne thame doth call
Of fell torment, the rout of sisteris all
And tho that last with horrible, soundis thrist
Thay waryit portis, Iargand on the hirst
Warpit vp brade lo ȝounder, may thou se
Quhat kynd wardane sittis, in the porth quod sche
And how terribill of continance and chere
Thou hir behaldis, kepis the entre here
Ane mare ferefull monstoure, and mare fel
Ane vgly serpent, sittis, within ȝone hell
With fyfty hidduous, blak throtis gapand
And forther eik, ȝone tartarus ay trymland
Quhilk is of hel, the depe dungeoun and pyt
Dippis twyis als hol, doun I lat the wyt
Semyng so law, vnder the erth reik
As that our sycht may vp, to the heuynnis streke
Therin the ancient lynnage, of erde
Thir gyantis hate, Tytanas be vnwerde
With thunderus blast, doun smytin and ouer thraw
Ar warpit in ȝone pottis, boddum law
Thare saw I eik alois, twynnys twane
Ochus and Aphialtes, brethir germane
With huge bodyis, that pressit doun to rent
With thare handis, the large firmament
And by thare force begouth, expel the king
Hie Iupiter furth of his heumly ryng
Thare I beheld, salmonius alsua
In cruel torment sufferand, mekil wa
For that he gan, to counterfete him cast
Grete Iouyis fire, and heuenly thunderis last
By horssis foure, fourth rollit was hys chare
Secrete condittis, of fyre smytand sare
Throw out the pepyl, of grece and archaid
Amyd the ciete of Elis, blyith and glaid
Proude and haltand, in hys hert walkit he
And as ane god, bad honorit he suld be
For that in tyl hys dotage, and fule hete
By sound of brays, and stampand stedis fete
He made him for to feyne, ane simylytude
Of cluddis blak, and rumland thunder rude
Quhylk on na wyse, aucht to be counterfete
Bot the hye fader almychty, from hes sete
Throw thick cluddys, at hym hys darte dyd draw
Nowthir blak fyre bran, nor reky flambys law
Bot suddanely, wyth ane fel bleis of thunder
Threw hym to ground, and smate hym al in sunder
To tytios thare was, I schawin in dede
With body speldit, nyne akir on brede
That foster child, vmquhile was clepe and call
Vnto the erth, quhilk moder is of all
Ane hidduous gripe, with bustuous bowland beik
His mawe Immortall, doth pike and ouer reik
His bludy bowellis torring, with huge paine
Furth renting all his fude, to fang full fane
Vnder his coist holkand, in vaile lawe
And sparis not to rug riffe, and gnaw
All that the entrelles springis, now Ilk day
Thay gette na rest, the foule had there his pray
quhat suld I rekkin that pepill of thessaly
That lapitas ar, hait throu gluttony
Distroyit all, of Ixion to tell
Or pirothus, quhat nedis langar duell
Aboue quham hingis, blak, quhyn stanis grete
Aye semand reddy to fall, and them to bete
Before Tantulus, and ane vthir sorte
The goldin triflis schynand standis ouer thorte
Vnder riche tabillis, dicht for maniory
Quharon forgane, thare face is fett reddy
All dantyis langand, till ane kingis feist
Bot ane of the gretest furies, gan arreist
Sittand thirby, and hunger in thaym blawis
And netheles that handes, scho withdrawis
So that the masts, twithing dar thay nocht
As that thay mynt therto than all on flocht
With hait firebrandis in hand, ther dois sche rise
Fleis thaym with flambe, grym luke and vgly cryis
Thay bene also within, ȝone pitte torment
Quhilik at ther brethir, inuy had or haitrent
Quhill that thay leuit, in this present lyfe
And thai quham by throw thar deray and stryffe
Thare faderis warren chastin exile
All thay that ony falset, slicht, or gile
Aganis thare seruandis, or familiars wrocht
And thay that onlie setting, all thare thocht
Apoun thare riches, quhilk wonnyug thay haue
Tuke not thare nedis therof, nor na man gaif
Of quham ȝonder bene, ane full huge rout
And all thay for adultry, schent but dout
And thay that mouit wrangwis, bataile or were
Thay not eschamyt, thare promis to forswere
Brekand lawty plicht, in his lordis hand
All sic inclusit ar ȝounder, abidand
Euery day new panis perpetualie
Spere not at me, for not declare can I
Quhat diuers kindis of torment, ȝounder thole thay
Nor ȝit quhat sorte of pa•e, is depute ay
For ilk trespas to rekkin, I tak na kepe
Quhat misfortoun, thame plungis in ȝone depe
For sum welteris ane grete, stane vp ane bra
Of quhom the noumer is, Sisiphus ane of tha
On quhelis spakis speldit vtheris hingis
The maist wrechit of all, princis and kingis
Phlegias vmquhile, king of thessaly
All mortall wichtis, admonissis with his cry
And loude voce, throu the dirk awitnessing
By myne exempill, all vtheris prince and king
Lernes quod he, to hant iustice and richt
And not contempne, the goddis strench and mycht
Thare s•tis eik, and sall sit euermare
They fey vnhappy, theseus full of care
Sum ȝonder bene, for reddy, gold in hand
Sald and betrasit thare natiue, realme and land
And therin brocht ane, mychty tyrant strang
Sum vtheris eik for price, or mede to fang
That lauis made and vnmade, as thame list
Tharebene also full sorowfull, and thrist
Thay quhilkis thare dochteris, chalmeris violete
Or hauand na regarde, to thare estate
Forbodin or incestuus, mariage
Gan hanting by vndanting, lustis rage
And schortlie all durst ymagine or cumpace
Maisterfull wrang, myscheif or wikkitnes
Or ony sic consate brocht to effeck
Here euirmare the charge, lyis in thare neck
All thocht ane hundreth scharp tungis had I
Ane hundreth mouthis, for to clepe and cry
Thareto my voce war strang, as Irne or steile
All kynd of vicis to comprehend, half dele
Nor all the names of tormentis, and of panis
I mycht not rekin that, in ȝone hald remanis

Fra that the anciant Nun, of dame Phebus
Thir wourdis endit, and had spokin thus
Haue done (quod fcho, tak thy way expres
Performe thy werk, thou beginning has
Spede vs fordwart, for ȝounder lo I se
Of plutois chymes, the big walks hie
Forgeit of Irno, full craftely and bet
Be the Ciclopes, furth of thare furnes het
Eik I behald, lo here forgane ouer face
Thay portis with thare stalwart, bow or brace
Quhare oure instructioun, teichis vs full plane
This pressand thare, to leif and goldin grane
Thus said sche, and anone therwith bayth tway
Gan walkin furth thro• out the dern way
And sone ouer passit, has the myddil space
Approcheing to the portis, of that place
Eneas baldly sprang, in at the ȝet
His body […], or ane litill weet
And with clere spring and watter, ran ther by
Forgane thaym eik, at the entre in hy
The goldin branche, he stekis vp fare and wele,
This beand done at last, and euery dele
Prefurnist langing, the goddis gift gay
Vnto ane plesand grund, […] ar thay
With battell gers, fresche herbis and gre•• swardis
The lusty orchartis, and the halesum ȝardis
Of happy saules, and wele fortunate
To blissit withtis, the places preparate
Thir feildis bene largeare, and heui••s bricht
Reuestis thaym with purpoure, schyn and lycht
The sternes for this place, conuenient
Knawis wele thare son, and obseruis this went
Sum thare amyd, the gersy planis grene
In to palestrall playis, thaym betuene
Thare membris gan exerce, and hand for hand
Thay fall to wersling, on the goldin sand
Assayand honest gammis, thayr to schorte
Sum vthir hanting gan, ane vthir sporte
Als for to dansing, and to lede the ring
To sing ballettes, and go in karolling
Thare was also the preist, and menstra•e sle
Orpheus of trace, in syde rob harpand he
Playand proporcions, and springis diuine
Apoun his harp, seuin diuers soundis fyne
Now with gymp fyngeris, doing stringis smyte
And now with subtell euore, poyntalis lite
Here was the noble kyn, and anciant […]
The maist douchty lynnage, sprang be kynd
Fra king tewcer, campions souerane
In to mare happy ȝeris, borne Ilkane
Thare was Ilus, and eik assoratus
And the begynnar of troy, schir Darnanus
On fer eneas, and als Sibilla
Awounderit war, and maruellis baith tua
The armour and the men, for to behald
And vode Chariotis, of thir chiftanis bald
Thare speris stikkyng in the erd did stand
Wide quhare all lous, ouer feildis and the land
Pasturit thare hors, rakand thame fast by
For quhat plesour of armes, or cheuerely
Or quhat cure to addres, thare cart or wedis
To feding and to dant, thare sleyk swale stedis
Thay hantit, quhil thay leuit here on lyffe
The samyn solace, be thay man or wyffe
ȝit doith thame follow, vnder the erd stad
And lo ane vthir sorte, full blyth and glad
On athir hand, behaldis Eneas
At banket on the grene, herbis set was
In louing of the goddis, Ioyusly
Imis of pryce, tryumphe and victory
And singand glade togiddir, in falouschip
And pryncipally, Appollo to wourschip
Within ane vode, of laurere grene thay duell
Fragrant of sueit odour, and halesum smell
Quharthrou the schawis, schene in strandis sere
Eridanus, the heuinly reuer clere
Flowis contirmont, and vpwart to the lift
Wythin this place, in al plesour and thryft
Of hale the pussance, quhilkis in iust battell
Slane in defence, of thare kynd cuntre fel
And all thare preistis, and religious wichtis
Quhilk leuit chaist clene life, as to tham richt is
And al godlike deuote, prophetis trew
That soithfast thyng, wourthy to phebus schew
And thay quhilk by that craftis, or science fyne
Fund by that subtel knawelege, and ingyne
Thare lyfe Illumynate, and anornit clere
And thare be meritabill dedis, and giftis sere
That mare vtheris held thaym, in memorie
Of al thir war, the tempillis by and by
Arrayit wyth ane fresch garland, snaw quhyte
And as thay flokit, about Enee als tyte
Sicwyse on to thaym, carpit Sibilla
Bot principal, to Museus, ane of tha
Was sted amyddis of the mekyl rout
As scho beheld him with big schulderis stout
O ȝe sa happy saulis, tellith me
And thou maist souerane poet sche, quod sche
In quhat regioun, and place, ben Anchises
Hidder for his saik, we come, and with grete preis
Has ouer-salit of hel, the grete fludis
This rial lord, in few wordis concludis
And ansuerit thus, freyndis certane duelling nane
In thys cuntre haue, bot al ouer ane
Walkis and lugeis, in thir schene wod schawis
Endlang thir riuer bankis, al one rawis
Thir bene our setis, and beddis of fresche flouris
In soft bene medois, by clere strandis al houris
Our habitatioun is, and residence
Bot gif ȝour mynd, langis to haue presence
Of Anchises, pas vp ȝone swyre, fute hate
And I sal ȝou lichtlie, in the hye way set
And sayand thus before thaym, furth went he
And can thaym schaw, apoun the hyl on hye
The schenand planis, ful of al plesance
Agane returnis be, and thay auance
From thyne discending, from the hyllis hycht
Quhare at the last thay, of anchises ga• ane sycht

The mene sesoun, this Anchises the prince
In til ane woundir grene vale, ful of sence
Saulis inclusit, quhilkis war for to wend
To myddill erd, and thare in bodyis ascend
Gan rekin, and beheld ententfully
Alhale the nowmer, of his genology
Thare fatis and thare fortouns euery gre
The nobil actis, of ther posterite
Thare condicouns thare strenth, and hardyment
And sone as he persauis, quhare thay went
Forgane hym cummand, throw gressy swarde
His derrest son Enee, with hasty farde
Baith hys handis Ioyful, furth straucht he than
The teris trigling, ouer his chekis ran
And fra his mouth, slidis thir wourdis myld
Thou art cummin, at the last my dere child
Thy grete piete, and kyndnes weile expert
Vnto thy fader, causit the and gert
This hard viage, vincus and ouer set
Quhat is it grantit me, hasal I get
Ane verray sicht, luffit son of thy face
And grantit vs to carpe, or talk ane space
To here and rendir, freyndlie wordis knaw
Within my mynd ymaginit I on raw
Sa suld betid, and wele beleuit I
Thou was to cum, and the tyme by and by
I calculit and comptit, quhen that suld be
And my consait, has not dissauit me
O god how throw fele landis, brad and large
How mony seyis, ouer caryit in thy barge
Eftir how feile dangeres, wyth storme oft schaik
I now ressauit the here dere son, allake
How gretely drede I of Libie, that reyng
Suld the haue henderit, and harmyt in sum thyng
Eneas ansueris fader, thy drery goist
Sa oft apperand, maid me seik this coist
In thi•reane sey, abidis ouer nauy
Grant me fader now, grant me now by and by
We athir may, with vthir handis schaike
Fra myne embrasing, with draw the not allake
And sayand thus, tenderly wepit he
Baything his face, in teris grete plente
On thys wyse talkyng, or thir wourdis cessit
With hys lang armes, thryis Eneas pressit
About his hals, him til haue belappit
And thryis in vane, his handdis togiddir clappit
The figure fled, as licht wynd or son beme
Or maist likely ane wauerand slepe or dreme
During his tyme, Eneas gan aduert
Within ane vail, fer thens closit apart
Quhare stud ane wod, with schoutand bewis schene
The flud lethe flowand, throwethe fare grene
About the quhilk pepil vnnowmerabil
And silly saulis, fleis fast but fabil
Quhill al the feildis, of thare dyn refoundis.
Lyke as in medeuis, and fresche flurist, boundis
The bussy beis, in schene, someris tyde
On diners cullourit flouris, skalit wyde
Flokkis about, the blumyt lyllyis quhyte
And vtheris fragrant, blosummes redymyte
Mysknawing quhat this, mynt Eneas wicht
Become abasit, of that suddane sycht
And gan inquire the causis of thys case
Quhat war thay fludis, fer before his face
Or quhat bene thay men, in […]
With sa grete fard flokkit, to athir bra
Tho quod hys fader, Anchises, al ȝone be
Thay saulis, quham to by the fatis hie
Bene vthir bodyis eftir this Ischape
At ȝone riuer, and the flude Lethee
The sikkir watter, but curis traist me
Qnharby obliuius, becum thay als tyte
Forȝetting pane by past, and langsum syte
Forsoith I purpois, furthwith to declare
And schaw before thy face, now standand thare
The saulis al, and nowmer in thy presence
Quhilkis ar to cum of my stok, and discence
So that the mare glaidly, with me tharby
Thou may reioyce, to haue found Italy
O fader quod Eneas, quhidder or nay
Is that to be beleuit, that ȝe say
That souerane saulis, from this place sall wend
Vnto the warld aboue, or erd discend
Quhy may thou not, in this sueit stede remane
Bot sall returne, in slaw bodyis agane
Quhat cursit catiue, causit wretchit wychtis
Sa to desyre or luf, our drery lichtis
I sall the schaw, forsoith the caus quod he
My dirrest son, and sall no wyse hald the
Thochtful in mynd, na doutsum by no way
Tharewyth anchises, bayth hys ene tway
Gan lyften vp, and towart heuin behald
And euery thyng per, ordour thus he tald

Fra the begynnyng, al thyng les and mare
The fyry regioun, the erth and the are
The plane flowand, boundis of the se
The lichtnyt monys, lamp that lemis hye
The heuinnys sternes, and brycht sonnys ball
Ane sprete thare is, within sustenis all
In euery part the hie, wysdome deuyne
Diffoundit mouys thys, warldis hale ingyne
And by his power mydlit, is ouer all
The mekill body clepet, vniuersale
Fra thais infusioun and thir, elementis sere
Baith kynd of man and beist cumys, but were
All leuing foulis, fleing in the are
All fischis and monsteris, doith repare
Vnder the slekit se, of marbel hew
Ane hate fyry power, warme and dew
Heuinly begynnyng, and original
Bene in thare sedis, quhilkis we saules cal
Sa fer, as that thir noysum bodyis cauld
Not taryis thaym thare fra, nor dois withhald
Nor withdrawis from, souerane heuinly kynd
Thare erdly lymmys, nor ȝit thare Irksum mynd
Throw thare mortal membris, euer dede like
Dullith thare curage, and thare spretis godlike
Fra the quhilk cummys, to al mankynd that thay
Dredis desiris murnys, or Ioys aye
Nor in the dirk mansioun, nor prefoun blynd
Of thir wile bodyis, yfetterit and blynd
The saulis thare cleyne nature, may attend
Sa fer that al eftir, the lattir end
Quhen that the saul, disseuerit fra the body
Than natheles, nor ȝit ar fullely
All harme nor cryme, from wrachit saulis seperate
Nor auld infectioun, cum of the body late
And thus alu•erly, it is nedeful thyng
The mony vicis, lang tyme enduryng
C•ntrakkit in the corpis, be don away
And purgit on sere, wounderful wyfe to •ay
That thay suffer panis, and torment
For thare Inueterate vicis, ald by went
By punytioun satisfactioun to make
Sum stentit bene in wisnand, wyndis ake
Of sum the cryme, committit clengit be
Vnder the watter or depe hidduous se
And in the fyre, the gilt of vthir sum
Is purifyit and clengit, al and sum
Ilkane of vs, his ganand purgatory
Mon suffir, and fra thyne ar send in hy
Vnto the large feildis, of Elisee
Thare bene of vs, nane bot ane few menȝe
Quhilkis cummis, to inhabit and remanis
But ony purgyn, in thir ioyful planis
And bere mon duel, quhil that the lang day
Be perfyte cours of tyme, has done away
The spot of fylth, hardynnyt in the sprete
For that it fand, sum tyme the body sueit
And quhil it be purifyit, and fynd
Na thyng remane, but ane clene heuinly mynd
And subtel pure flamb celestial
Thir vthir saulis, quhilk bene purgyt al
Efter thay haue, within thir planis here
Be cirkil rollit ouer ane, thousand ȝere
God callis thaym vnto this flude lethe
With felloun ferd, in nowmer as ȝe •e
To that effect, that thay myndles becum
Baith of plesoure and panis al and sum
Langing agane, the warld aboue to se
And gan begyn desire, baith he and he
In bodyis ȝit, for to returne agane
Thus said anchises, and therwith bayth twane
His son and eik the Prophetes Sibilla
Amyddis of that sorte flokkis to the bra
And grete routis, that with rangald in ledis he
And gan ascend, vntil ane mote on hie
Quharfra perordour, for against thame on raw
Thay mycht thayme rekkin, al and clerely knaw
Thare visage, ad thare countenance also
As that thay went, and roumyt to and fro.

Now herkis me, behuffis schortly to say
Quod Anchises, or thou depart away
** And rekin our troiane ofspring, al and sum
Quhat glore and honor bets, of vs tocun
And quhat successioun, or prosperite
Of Itale freyndschip, sal discend of the
And thay illuster saulis salbe sent
Here eftir this, in name of our kinrent
Thy fatis and thy destany, also
I sal the teiche, per ordoure or thou go
Seis thou ȝone lusty springald, or ȝonker
That lenys hym, apoun his hedeles spere
The formest place, by chance doith occupy
To pas to lyfe, in ouer genology
And first sal rise, in the othir warld agane
Commyxt of the blude, Italiane
Siluius to surname, clepit Abanus
Borne eftir the deces child, posthumus
Quhom consauit, of thy anciant lynnage
Thy secund spous lauinia, wise and fage
In woddis foster, sal ane vailȝeand Kyng
And fader til al kingis, of our of spryng
Quharby our kynrent, and famil alsua
Sal ring and lordschip, hald in lang alba
ȝone is Procas, that standis him nixt therby
Of troiane pepil, the honour and glory
Syne Capis lo, and minytor bayth twane
And he that representis, thy name agane
Siluius, Eneas, notabil cheuellere
Renownit bayth of piete, and of were
Gyf euer he may his time, obtene and se
To ring in lang, Alba the ciete
Behald quhat manere, ȝoung gallandis be ȝone
How gud curage, that hert is set apoun
Quhat gude semblant, thay schaw of cheuelry
Bot ȝone with couerit hedis, by and by
With ciuile crownis, of the strang aik tre
Sall beild and found, to thy honour quod he
Momentum ciete, and gabios the toun
And fidena the ciete, of renowne
Sum in the hillis, sall set vp sine
The strenchis, and the castellis collatine
Pomecies and new castel, bayth tua
The ciete volane, and the toun Chora
Thir names fall be geuin, thame eftir thys
Quhare now but name, the land remanent is
Lo Rumulus, by martial wourschip
To his grantschir, Ioned in fallouschip
Quham of alsaratus, blud the nobyl king
His moder Ilia discendit, sall furth bryng
Seis thou not how, apoun thar hedis on hicht
Tua doubyle ristis, standis schinand brycht
Thare fader mars, behald the samyn hour
Has tham ymark it, with diuine honour
And to my child be ȝone, mannis proues
That glorius ciete, Rome sall so incres
Tyl hir empire, be with the erth made euin
And vertewus curage, equale to the heuin
The quhilk ciete, al round togidder sall
Seuin grete strenthis, clois within ane wall
Happy and brudy, of hir forsy of spryng
Lyke as throw out cieties, of phretis ryng
The moder of goddis, with hir towrit crown
Beretnithia caryit, fra toun to toun
Within hir chare yset, all ful of myrth
Of the goddis becaus, of hir riche byrth
Hyr hundreth childring, and posteryte
Ful tenderly in armes, enbracis sche
Alhale the heuinly, wychtis to hir behufe
And all that weildis, the hie heuin abufe
Now turnis hidder my sueit son, all bedene
The cyrkillis, and the sycht of bayth thy ene
Behald thy pepill, and thy chiefe romanis
Cesar Iulius, lo in ȝonder planis
And all the famell, of him Iulius
Quhilk eftir this ar to cum, traistis vs
Vnder the grete hie heuynnys, asseltre
ȝone man ȝone man, my son the sammyn is he
Quham thou oft has hard, promist or thys
Cesare august, Octauian Iwys
Cum of the goddis, genology and kyn
Quhilk sall agayne, the goldin warld begyn
As vmquhile was, in tyme of saturne ald
Throw Italy ryng, bayth be fyrth and fald
And his empyre sall debate, and wynd
Ouer garamenthes, and the further ynde
The landis lyis, without the sternes bleuk
Out wyth the ȝeris cours, and sonnys reuk
Quhare the vpberare, of the heuin Atlas
On schulder rollis, the round spere in compas
Ful of thir lemand, sternes mony ane
Sall at hys hidder cummyn, rare and grane
The realme of Caspis, and of assery
All Sithia meachis, land fast by
Horribyl ansuere, sall of goddis here
A troublit in effray, trymblyng for fere
To quaking sal seuin, munthis of nyle flude
Neuer forsoith strang, herculis the gude
Sa mekyl space of erth, or land ouer ȝede
All thocht the wylde swyft hert, he schot to dede
And stanchit Erymanthus, ferrest routh
The serpent lerna, with his bow peirfit throucht
Nor bachus quhylk, victor afore thir dayis
Wyth wyne burgeouns, the hyllys top arrayis
Dryvand the fereful tigris, fast away
Doun fra the hicht, of the grete mont Nisia
And ȝit we dout, vnto the forthir end
Hys grete vertew, and dedis to extend
Than quha suld drede, stop vs to occupy
Or til inhabit, land of Italy

Bot quhat manere of man, be ȝone Anchises
Wyth Olyue brance, on sic gudly wies
Arrayit and eik beris, mony ane syng
Of ritis and sacrifyce, of offeryng
I knaw his canois, hare and lyart berde
Of the wysest romane, kyng into erde
Numa pompilius, quhilk sall in his dayis
Begin and statute, with lawis and haly layis
The chief ciete of rome, and he sall pas
From ane pure land, and small ciete turas
Send for to rule, and bruke ane grete empyre
Quham to thare sall succede, ane lordly syre
Tullus hostilius, the fyrst of his hand
The peace and quyet, quhilk so lang did stand
He sall desolue and breke, and dolf men stere
Quhilk lang has bene, disusit fra the were
To armes and tryumphe, of victory
And thame array, in oistis by and by
Quham nixt followis, Anchus martius
Of hys estate mare proude, and glorius
And our gretlye cum now, persaue and se
Vaneglore, and fauoure of the pepil desiris he
Pleis the behald the torquinis, kingis tu•
And the stout curage of Brutus also
Quhilk can reuenge, the wrang in his cuntre
His grete honour, gif thou list here or se
And ensenȝeis send, fra Ethurianis
This ilk brutus, fal first amang romanis
Ressaue the dignite, and state consulare
With heding swerd, bayth felloun scharp and gare
Before hym borne throw all Romes toun
In takin of Iustice executioun
His awin sonnys, mouing vnkyndlie were
To punytioun, and dede sal dampne in fere
To kepe frenschis, and souerane liberte
And this vnsilly fader, sal he be
How so euer the pepil, his fatale dedis
In tyme to cum, sal blasyn quha thaym redys
The feruent luf, of his kynd natiue land
And excedand desyre, he bare on hand
Of honour, and hye glory to ressaue
Mot al euil rumoure fra his lawde by waue
Attour behald, loathir dy•yus
And standyng fer of tua, that hait drusus
Consyder torquatus ȝonder, doth him rax
So brym, and feloun with the hedyng ax
And Camyllus, the vailȝeand capitane
Bringand the romanis standartis, hame agane
ȝone tua saulis, quhilkis thou seis sans fale
Schynand with elike armes, paregale
N•w at gude concord stand and vnite
Ay quhill thay stand in myrk, and law degre
Allace how gret a batal, and debate
Sal be betuix thaym, gif they til estate
May cum abufe, and to the licht of lyfe
O how grete slauchter, assemblis and huge stryffe
Sall thay exerce and moue, in to thar dayis
Cesare the eldfader, by the straite wayis
With his grete routis, ouer the frenche montanis
Discendand doun lumbardy, throw the planis
Hys maich pompey, sall strech agane him went
With rayit oistis, of the oryent
O my children, cum not in vse to hant
Sic fremmyt battellis, bot ȝour curage dant
Exerce ȝe neuer, ȝour vailȝeant force quod he
Amangis the entrellis, of ȝour awin cuntre
And o thou Cesare, now formest in the preis
Cummyn of heuinly kyn, abstene and ceis
My awin lynnage, obeyis my command
Do cast sic wappynnis, fer furth of thy hand
And he that standis, ȝonder Lutius
Vnto his surname, clepit Munyus
Efter he vmcust, has corinthy Toun
And in battell the wourthy, grekis bet doun
His chare with mekill glore, triumphale
Sall stere furth to the hie, capitoll wale
And he ȝone vther, quintus metellus
Full grete honour, sall conques vnto vs
For he sall bete doun, and distroy al clene
Baith arge, and agamemnonis realme mycene
And ȝounder curius, with his fallow fyne
Pirrus, cum of king Eatus lyne
And of achillis, armypotent of spring
In battall sall ouercum, and doun thring
And thare eldaris of troy, wreik and reuenge
And the tempyl of mynerue pollute, clenge
Quha wald the grete Cato, leif vn hit
Or quha with silence, Cossus pretermit
Quha list forȝet, the kinrent of Gracchus
Or athir of the Scipiones, gloryus
Thay tua thunderis, of battell in thare rage
Fynale rewyne of affrik, and cartage
Quha wald Fabritius, of the say na thyng
That ar full mychty, bot of litil thyng
Of the Seramus, quha wald nathing schaw
Quhare thou thy riggis, telis for to saw
And thou was chosin, capitane of were
Quhidder wythdraw, ȝe Fabius cum nere
Thole me na mare, be Irkit ȝou to behald
Thou art that ilk maist souerane fabius bald
Quhilk only throw thy slycht, and tarying
Restoris the commoun wele, of our of spring.

The pepyl of vthir realmes, son said he
Bene mare expert, in craftis and mare sle
To forge and kerf liflike, staturis of bras
Be countenance, as the sprete therin was
I traist forsoith, here eftir many ane
Sall hew quyk fatis fourth, of marbyl stane
Sum vtheris bettir can, thare caus plede
Sum bene mare crafty, in ane vthyr stede
Wyth xowulis and wyth mesuris, by and by
For tyl expert the art, of geomeotrye
And sum mare subtyl, for to discriue and prent
The sternes mouing, and the heuynnis went
Bot thou romane, remember as lord and syre
To reule the pepyl, vnder thy empyre
Thir sall thy craftis, be that wele may seme
The peace to modefy and eik manteme
To pardoun all cumys, ȝoldin and retreant
And proud rebellaris, in battall for to dant
This said the nobyl fader, Anchises meik
As thay awounderit, can thir wordis eik
Behald marcus Marcellus, maist douthty
Quhare that he walkis, lo so graciously
Wyth the ryche spulȝe, triumphale derely dicht
Quhilk he reft, from his aduersare in fycht
As the maist vailȝeant, victor that I ken
In bounte doith excede, al vthir men
Thys worthy knycht, the commen wele Romane
In grete affray perturbit, to rest agane
And quiet sall restore, and ȝone is he
That vncus sall the, affricane menȝe
And the franche rebellioum, sall doun bet
The thryd armoure, or riche spulȝe grete
Reft from chiftane, of were this marcellus
Sall hyng vp to the fader, Quyrynus
And for als mekyl, as Eneas saw
In fallouschip wyth this, marcus raik an raw
Ane semely sprynghald, ane fare ȝoung galland
Richt schaplye made in armour, brycht schynand
Bot his vysage, semyt skarsly blyth
Wyth luke doun kast, as in his face did kyith
That he was sum thing sad, and nothing lycht
Fader quod he, quhat be ȝone drery knycht
Quhilkis haldis, so with ȝone prince cumpany
Quhidder his son, or sum Neuo wourthy
Of our grete linnage, and successioun
O lord how grete brute, noyis and soune
Of confluence that walkin, him about
How grete apperance, is in him but dout
Tyll be of proues, and ane vailȝeant knycht
Bot ane blak sop, of myst als dirk as nycht
Wyth drery schadow, bilappis his hede
The fader tho Anchisis, in the stede
Wyth teris bristing furth begouth to say
O my sueitson, inquire not I the pray
The excedent regret, and womenting
Of thaym bene, for to cum of thyne ofspring
The fatis sal, but for ane litil space
Schaw ȝone man to the erth, and wardly place
And sal no langar, suffer him tharin
O goddis aboue, the romanis blude and kyn
Semyt to ȝou, ouer mychty and potent
Gif so it war, the giftis ȝe him lent
Had remanit, ouer lang hid life had lest
How grete murnyng, of men al for yest
For hym furth of the feildis marcyal
Sal dyn and resound, to the ciete wal
And O thou god, of the flude Tybyrne
How mony fercyns, and dule habitis schyne
Sal thou behald, as thou flowis at rome
Doun by hys new made sepulture, or toume
Ne neuer child cummyn, of troyane blude
In sic belefe, and glorie and grete fude
Sal rayis his forbearis, Italianis
Ne neuer certis the ground, of the romanis
Of ony foster fal, him so auance
Allace quhat harme, of thy disseuerance
Of thy grete piete, and thy ancient treuth
Thy hand vnuinquist, in batall, O quhatreuth
Nane suld but damnage him in harnes mete
Quhidder so aganist him, he went on fete
Or ȝit on horsbak, as thir knychtis rydis
Wyth spurris brocheand the fomy stedis sydis
Allace my chylde, sa wourthy to be menyt
Wourthy to be, be walit and complenit
Gyf thou thir hard werdis, may vinquus
Thou sal be namyt, the souerane marcellus
Of fresche, lyllyis reik me my handis ful
The purpour flouris, I sall skattir and pull
That I may strow, with sic rewardis at leist
My neuoes saule, to culȝe and to feist
And but proffit, sic costage sall exercyce
Apoun this wise, sore thinges did rehers
Anchises, and thus wideqhuare thay do walk
Ouer all that regioun, haldand speche and talk
Within the large feildes, of halesum are
And euery thing perordour, vesyit thare
And efter that Anchises, hand in hand
Had thus his son led ouer, all that land
And his curage, inflamyt by and by
With the grete fame to come, and hie glory
Syne to this vailȝeand man, he rekinnys here
Perordour all the batellis, and the were
Quhilkis eftir this, he had to bere on hand
And of the pepyl eik, in latyne land
And of the cietie, of the king latyne
He him instrukkis, and tharefter syne
Taucht him quhat wyse, he mycht sustene or sle
Euer hard danger, or aduiersite
Thare bene ordanit for dremes, ȝettis twane
Quharof thay say of horne, forgit is ane
At quham the soithfast sweuyngys, by and by
Depertis alwayis, and isches furth lichtly
The tothir port is forgit, richt perfyte
Of Elephantine, and polist euoure quhite
That thare at goddis, infernale lattis out
The fals sweuinnis, to the warld about
So as Anchises, had apoun this wyse
Rehersit as said is, all thingies at deuyse
Sibbilla and his son, togidder at schort
He lete depart furth, at the euour port
Eneas spedis the strecht way, to the schippis
And gan vesy agane, his fallouschippis
Fra thyne thay hald, endlang the coistis bay
Vnto the porte of Cart, the strecht way
Furth of the foreschip, leit thay ankirris glide
The nauy rade, endlang the schoris side.