On the greyn gers fat doune, and fillit thaim fyne
Of fat venyfon and nobill auld wyne.

Quhen hungir thus with metis was chafit away, And difchis drawin, than, with lang fermond, thai 5 Bewalit thar feris loffit on the flude:

Betwix gude hope and dreid in dowt thai ftude,
Quhidder thai war levand, or tholit extreme ded all;
Thai anfwer nocht fet thai oft pleyn and call.

Bot principally, the pietefull Eneas

10 Regratis oft the hard fortoune and cace

Of ftern Orontes new drownyt in the fey,

And now Amycus harm complenys he,
Now hym alone the cruel fate of Lycus,
Now ftrang Gyan, now ftalwart Cloanthus.

CAP. V.

Quhou Jove beheld the large coftis on fer,
And how Venus carpis with Jupiter.

15 Gone was the day, and all thar lang fermoun,
Quhen Jupiter, from his heich speir, adoun
Blent on the failrife feys and erth tharby,'
With pepill dwellyng on coftis fer fyndry;
Heich in the hevynnys top he baid hoverand,
20 And of Lyby beheld graithly the land.

Within his breift on diuers curis as he thus
Mufys and thynkis, ontill hym fpak Venus
All dolorus, hir eyn full of brycht teris:

O thow, quod fche, quhilk governys, rewlis and fteris

Baith goddis and men be thyne etern empyre, And oft affrays with thundyr and wyldfyre, Quhou mycht myne Ene fa gretly the offend? Or quhat mycht Troianys trefpas, quhilk now at end 5 Ar brocht and fufferit, fa feill corfis laid ded, Throu owt the warld debarrit in euery sted,

And drevin from Itale? Thou hecht vmquhile, perfay,
Of thame fuld cum, efter this mony a day,
The worthy Romanys, and of Troianys offpring
10 Princis of power our fey and land to ryng.

Quhat wikkit counfale, fader, has turnyt thi thocht?
Forfuyth, at Troys diftru&tioune, as I mocht,

I tuke comfort heirof, thinkand but baid,
That hard wanwerd fuld follow fortoun glaid.

15 Bot git the fammyn myfchance perfewis thame fayr, In fyndry dangeris cachit heir and thair:

Of thair travell quhat end grantis thou, gret kyng?
Sen Anthenor mycht throu myd oftis thring

Of Grekis, and pers the foundis Ilyria,

20 And fovirly pas the strait regionys alfwa
Of Liburnanys, and our Tymavy the flude,
Quharat nyne mouthis rynand as it war wode,
The hillis refoundis, fa rudly doith it rowt,
And like a fey bettis on the brays about;

25 Thar netheles, of Padva the cite,

A dwelling place for Troianys, biggit has he,
And nemmyt the pepill efter hym, and full gor,
The armys of Troy has fet vp in memor:

Bot we thi blude, thi kynrent and offpring,

30 To quham in hevin thou grantis a place to ryng,

Schame forto fay, all throw the feid of ane,
Has loffit our fchippis, and ar betrafit ilkane,
And fer from Itale bene withhaldin eik;

Is this reward ganand for thame ar meik?

5 Is this the honour done to thame bene godlyke? Reftoris thou ws on fik wys our kynryke?

Smylyng fum deil, the fader of goddis and men, With that ilk fweit viffage, as we ken,

That mefys tempeftis and makis the hevynnys cleir, 10 First kyffit his child, fyne faid on this maneir: Away fik dreid, Cytherea, be nocht efferd, For thi lynage onchangit remanys the werd. As thou defyris, the cite falt thou fe, And of Lavyne the promyft wallis hie; 15 Eik thou falt rays abuf the fterrit sky The manfull Eneas, and hym deify.

My fentence is nocht alterit, as thou traftis; Bot I fal fchaw the, fen fik thochtis the thraftis, And heir declair of deftaneis the fecreit, 20 Full mony gheris tofor thai be compleit. This Eneas, with hydwys bargannyng, In Itale frawart pepill fall doune thring; Syne efter statut lawis for tha men,

And beld townys, and wal his citeis then. 25 Quhen thre fomeris in Latium or Itail,

And thre wynteris he rungyn has all haill
Fra tyme Rutilyanys bene fubdewit in fecht,
Than the gong child, quhilk now Afcanyvs hecht,
And to furname clepit Iulus fans faill,

30 For he in Ilion was of the blude ryale,

Quhill that of Troy and Ilion ftude the Ryng,
Thretty lang twelfmonthis rolling our fal ryng,
From Lavyne realm the feyt tranflat alfwa,
And forcely wall the cite lang Alba:

5 Thar fal thre hundreth geris togidder remane
The ryng vnder the pepill Hectoriane,

Quhil Ilya nun and dochter of a kyng,

Confavit of Mars, twa twynnys do furth bring: Than with the glitterand wolf fkyn our his aray, 10 Cled in his nurys talbert glaid and gay,

Romulus fal the pepill reffaue and weld,
And he the mercial wallis of Rome fal beld,
And efter his name cal the pepill Romanys.
To thir folkis, quhou lang thar ryng remanys,
15 Nowder term of space nor boundis of fengeory
Nane wil I fet; for to thame grant haue I
Perpetual empyre, but end to left.

Apirfmert Juno, that with gret onreft

Now cummyrris erd, fey and ayr, quod he, 20 Sal turn hir mynd bettir ways, and with me Foftir the Romanys, lordis of al erdly geir, And Latyne pepill kepe bath in payce and weir. This is determyt, this lykis the goddis, I wys. Eftir mony luftris and geris ourflydyn is, 25 The tyme fal cum quhen Anchises offpring The realm of Phthia in bondage fal doune thring, And eik of Myce fubdew the regioune large, And vndir thar lordfchip dant al Grece and Arge. Cefar of nobill Troiane blude born falbe,

30 Quhilk fal thempyre delait to the occiane fee,

And to the fternys vpfpring fal the fame
Of Julius, that takyn haith hys name
From Iulus, thi nevo, the gret kyng,

As prince difcend of his blude and offpring; 5 Quham, efter this, fovir of thyne entent, Chargit with the fpulge of the orient,

Amang the nowmyr of goddis reffaue thou fall,
And as a god men fal him clep and call.

The cruel tyme fone therefter fal ces,
10 And weris ftanche, al falbe reft and pes;
Ancyant faith, and valiant knychthed,
With chafte religioune, fal than the lawys led;
The dreidful portis falbe fchet, but faill,
Of Janus tempill, the takynar of bataill;
15 With hard irne bandis clafpit faft in cage,
Of wykkit bargane tharin the furyus rage
Set apon grifly armour in his feyt,

And with ane hundreth brafyn chengeis grete Behynd hys bak hard bund hys handis tway, 20 The horribil tyrrant with bludy mouth fal bray. This beand faid, Jupiter ful evyn

Hys fon Mercury fend doune from the hevyn ;
So that of Cartage baith realm and new cite
To luge the Troianys fuld all reddy be,
25 Les than Dido, the deftany myfknawand,

Wald thame expell hyr boundis or hyr land.
He with gret fard of weyngis flaw throu the fky,
And to the cuntre of Liby come in hy:

Thar dyd hys charge; and the folkis of Cartage 30 Thar fers mudis and hartis gan affwage