THE CONTENTIS

OF EUERY BOOK FOLLOWING.

The first contenys quhou the prynce Ene And Troianys war dryve onto Cartage cite.

The fecund buke Schawis the finale ennoy, The gret myfcheif, and fubuerfioun of Troy.

The thryd tellith quhou fra Troys cite
The Troianys careit war throu owt the fee.

The ferd reherfs of fair queyn Dido
The dowbill woundis, and the mortale wo.

The fyft contenys funerale gemmys glaid,
And how the fyre the navy dyd invaid.

Into the fart buke fyne doith Virgill tell,
Quhou that Eneas went and viffeit hell.

The fevynt Ene bryngis to hys grond fatale, And how Italianys Troianys fchup to affale.

Ontill Eneas gevis the auchten buke

Baith fallofchip and armour, quha lift luke.

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Dawnus fon Turnus in the nynte, tak tent,
Segis new Troy, Eneas tho abfent.

The tent declaris by the coft atanys

The batale betwix Tufcanys and Rutulanys.

In the ellevynt Rutulyanys beyn ourfet,
By the deces of Camylla downebet.

The twelft makis end of all the weir, but dowt, Throu the flauchtir of Turnus ftern and flowt.

The laft, ekit to Virgillis nowmyr eryn
By Mapheus, convoys Ene to heryn.

THE FIRST BUKE OF ENEADOS.

CAP. I.

The Poet firft proponyng hys entent
Declaris Junois wreth and mailtalent.

The batalis and the man I wil difcrive,
Fra Troys boundis firft that fugitive
By fait to Ytail come and coft Lavyne;
Our land and fey kachit with mekil pyne,
5 By fors of goddis abufe, from euery steid,
Of cruell Juno throu ald remembrit fede.
Gret pane in batail fufferit he alffo,

Or he his goddis brocht in Latio,

And belt the cite, fra quham, of nobill fame,
10 The Latyne pepill takyn heth thar name,
And eik the faderis, princis of Alba,
Cam, and the wallaris of gret Rome alfwa.

O thou my mufe, declare the caufis quhy,
Quhat maieftie offendit, fchaw quham by,
15 Or git quharfor of Goddis the drery Queyn
Sa feil dangeris, fik travell maid fufteyn

A worthy man, fulfillit of piete:
Is thare fik greif in hevynly myndis on hie?
Thare was ane ancyant cite, hecht Cartage,
Quham hynys of Tyre held intill heritage,
5 Ennymy to Itail, ftandand fair and plane
The mouth of lang Tibir our forgane,
Myghty of moblys, full of fculys feyr,
And maist expert in crafty fait of weir:
Of quhilk a land Juno, as it is said,
10 As to hir special abuf al otheris maid;
Hir native land for it poftponyt sche

Callit Samo; in Cartage fett hir fee;

Thar war hir armys, and here ftude eik hir chair. This Goddes ettillit, gif werdis war nocht contrar, 15 This realme tobe fuperior and maftres

To all landis; bot certis, netheles,

The fatale fifteris reuolue and fchaw, fcho kend, Of Troiane blude a pepill fuld difcend, Wailliant in weir, to ryng wydquhar, and fyne 20 Cartage fuld bryng ontill finale rewyne, And clene diftroy the realme of Lybia. This dredand Juno, and forthirmor alfwa Remembring on the ancyant mortell weir That for the Grekis, to hir leif and deir, 25 At Troy lang tyme fcho led befor that day; For git the caufys of wreth war nocht away, Nor cruell harm forget ne out of mynd; Ful deip engravyn in hir breift onkynd The jugement of Parys, quhou that he 30 Preferrit Venus, difpifyng hir bewte;

Als, Troiane blude till hir was odyus,
For Jupiter engendrit Dardanus,

Fra quham the Troianys cam in adultry,
And Ganymedes revift abuf the sky,

5 Maid him his butler, quhilk was hir douchteris office. Juno inflambit, mufyng on thir cafis nyce,

The quhile our fey that falit the Troianys,
Quhilkis had the ded efchapit, and remanys
Onflane of Grekis or of the fers Achill,
10 Scho thame fordryvis, and caufys oft ga will
Frawart Latium, quhilk now is Italy,
By fremmyt werd ful mony geris tharby,
Cachit and blaw wydquhar all feys about.

Lo quhou gret cure, quhat travell, pane, and dowt, 15 Was to begyn the worthy Romanys blude!

And as the Troianys frakkis our the flude,
Skars from the fycht of Syfilly the land,
With bent fail full, rycht merely faland,
Thar ftevynnys fcowrand faft throu the falt fame,
20 Quhen that Juno, till hir euerleftand fchame,
The etern wound hyd in hir breift ay greyn,
Ontill hir felf thus fpak in propir teyn;
Is this ganand, that I my purpos faill
As clene ourcum, and may nocht from Itaill
25 Withhald thys kyng of Troy and his navy?
Am I abandonyt with fa hard deftany,

Sen Pallas mocht on Grekis tak fik wraik,
To byrn thar fchippis, and all, for anys faik,
Drowne in the fey, for Aiax Oilus wrang?
30 From Jupiter the wild fyre down fche flang

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