The Æneid of Virgil Translated Into Scottish Verse. Volumes 1 & 2. Virgil

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      The mekil herdis followit in a rowt,15

      And pasturit all the large valle about.

      Tharat he styntis, and hynt his bow in hand;

      Swift fleand arowis fast by him had berand

      The traist Achates: and first the ledaris thre,

      Quhilk on thar hedis bair the tyndis hie,20

      Smertly he slew, syne all the rangald persewis

      With grundyn arowis amang the thik wod bewis;

      And styntis not with dartis thame to bete

      Quhil he to grond had brocht sevin hartis grete,

      And with his schippis thar nowmyr equale maid.25

      Syne to the havin sped him for out abaid,

      And thame distribut amangis his feris all.

      The wyne tharwith, in veschell gret and small,

      Quhilk til him gave Acestes, his ryall host,

      At his departing from Sycilly the cost,30

      To thame he byrlis and skynkis fast but weir,

      And with sik wordis comfortis thar drery cheir:

      O ȝe my feris, and deir frendis, quod he,

      Of by went perrellis not ignorant bene we;

      Ȝe haue sustenyt grettar dangeris onkend,5

      Lyke as heirof God sal mak sone ane end.

      The rage of Silla, that huge swelth in the see,

      Ȝe haue eschapit, and passit eik haue ȝhe

      The euer rowtand Charibdis rolkis fell,

      The craggis quhar monstruus Ciclopes dwell10

      Ȝhe ar expert: pluk vp ȝour hartis, I ȝou pray,

      This dolorus dreid expell and do away;

      Sum tyme heiron to think may help perchance.

      By diuers cacis, seir perrellis and sufferance,

      Onto Itale we ettill, quhar destany15

      Has schape for ws, in rest and quiet, herbry.

      Predestinat is thar Troy sal rys agane;

      Beis stowt, on prosper forton to remane.

      Syk plesand wordis, carpand, he has furth brocht,

      Set his mynd trublit mony grewous thocht,20

      With fenȝeit comfort by his cheyr outwart

      The dolorus payn hyd deip gravyn in hart.

      Hys feris has this praye ressauyt raith,

      And to thar met addressis, it to graith;

      Hynt of the hydis, maid the bowkis bair,25

      Rent furth the entralis, sum in tailȝeis schare,

      Syne brochit flykerand, sum gobbettis of lyre

      Kest in caldronys, and othir sum bet the fyre,

      Thame to refresch: thus all, the cost on lenth,

      Sped thame with fude to recover thar strenth;30

      On the greyn gers sat doune, and fillit thaim syne

      Of fat venyson and nobill auld wyne.

      Quhen hungir thus with metis was chasit away,

      And dischis drawin, than, with lang sermond, thai

      Bewalit thar feris lossit on the flude:5

      Betwix gude hope and dreid in dowt thai stude,

      Quhidder thai war levand, or tholit extreme ded all;

      Thai answer nocht set thai oft pleyn and call.

      Bot principally, the pietefull Eneas

      Regratis oft the hard fortoune and cace10

      Of stern Orontes new drownyt in the sey,

      And now Amycus harm complenys he,

      Now hym alone the cruel fate of Lycus,

      Now strang Gyan, now stalwart Cloanthus.

      CAP. V.

      Quhou Jove beheld the large costis on fer,

      And how Venus carpis with Jupiter.

      Gone was the day, and all thar lang sermoun,15

      Quhen Jupiter, from his heich speir, adoun

      Blent on the sailrife seys and erth tharby,

      With pepill dwellyng on costis fer syndry;

      Heich in the hevynnys top he baid hoverand,

      And of Lyby beheld graithly the land.20

      Within his breist on diuers curis as he thus

      Musys and thynkis, ontill hym spak Venus

      All dolorus, hir eyn full of brycht teris:

      O thow, quod sche, quhilk governys, rewlis and steris

      Baith goddis and men be thyne etern empyre,

      And oft affrays with thundyr and wyldfyre,

      Quhou mycht myne Ene sa gretly the offend?

      Or quhat mycht Troianys trespas, quhilk now at end

      Ar brocht and sufferit, sa feill corsis laid ded,5

      Throu owt the warld debarrit in euery sted,

      And drevin from Itale? Thou hecht vmquhile, persay.

      Of thame suld cum, efter this mony a day,

      The worthy Romanys, and of Troianys ofspring

      Princis of power our sey and land to ryng.10

      Quhat wikkit counsale, fader, has turnyt thi thocht?

      Forsuyth, at Troys distructioune, as I mocht,

      I tuke comfort heirof, thinkand but baid,

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