To thame he byrlis and fkynkis faft but weir, And with fik wordis comfortis thar drery cheir: O ze my feris, and deir frendis, quod he, Of by went perrellis not ignorant bene we; 5 Je haue fuftenyt grettar dangeris onkend, Lyke as heirof God fal mak fone ane end. The rage of Silla, that huge fwelth in the fee, Je haue efchapit, and paffit eik haue ghe The euer rowtand Charibdis rolkis fell, 10 The craggis quhar monftruus Ciclopes dwell The ar expert: pluk vp gour hartis, I gou pray, This dolorus dreid expell and do away; Sum tyme heiron to think may help perchance. By diuers cacis, feir perrellis and fufferance, 15 Onto Itale we ettill, quhar deftany Has fchape for ws, in reft and quiet, herbry. Predeftinat is thar Troy fal rys agane; Beis ftowt, on profper forton to remane. Syk plefand wordis, carpand, he has furth brocht, 20 Set his mynd trublit mony grewous thocht, With fengeit comfort by his cheyr outwart The dolorus payn hyd deip gravyn in hart. Hys feris has this praye reffauyt raith, And to thar met addreffis, it to graith; 25 Hynt of the hydis, maid the bowkis bair, Rent furth the entralis, fum in tailgeis fchare, Syne brochit flykerand, fum gobbettis of lyre Keft in caldronys, and othir fum bet the fyre, Thame to refrefch: thus all, the coft on lenth, 30 Sped thame with fude to recover thar ftrenth; On the greyn gers fat doune, and fillit thaim fyne 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, Bot principally, the pietefull Eneas 10 Regratis oft the hard fortoune and cace Of ftern Orontes new drownyt in the fey, CAP. V. Quhou Jove beheld the large coftis on fer, 15 Gone was the day, and all thar lang fermoun, Within his breift on diuers curis as he thus 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 fted, And drevin from Itale? Thou hecht vmquhile, perfay, Quhat wikkit counfale, fader, has turnyt thi thocht? I tuke comfort heirof, thinkand but baid, 15 Bot git the fammyn myschance perfewis thame sayr, In fyndry dangeris cachit heir and thair: Of thair travell quhat end grantis thou, gret kyng? Of Grekis, and pers the foundis Ilyria, 20 And fovirly pas the ftrait regionys alfwa A dwelling place for Troianys, biggit has he, 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, 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 ftatut 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 30 For he in Ilion was of the blude ryale, Quhill that of Troy and Ilion ftude the Ryng, 5 Thar fal thre hundreth geris togidder remane 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 Anchifes 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, |