_Eftir the feild Enee maid sacrifyce,
Offerand the spulȝe to Mars, as was the gys._
Duryng this quhile, furth of the sey dyd spryng
The fresch Aurora with the brycht dawyng.
Ene, albeyt hys hasty thochtfull curis
Constrenyt hym, as twychyng sepulturis
Of hys folkis new slane and berying, 5
Forto provide a tyme mast accordyng,
And gretly eik in mynd he trublyt was
For the slauchtyr and ded corps of Pallas;
Ȝit netheles, as first the son vpsprent,
Scheddyng hys bemys in the orient, 10
As victor he onto the Goddis als tyte
With sacryfyce can hys vowys acquyte.
Ane akyn tre, was huge gret and squar,
The branchis sned and kut abowt alquhar,
Apoun a motys hycht vpset has he, 15
And all with schynand armour cled the tre:
The coyt armour and spulȝe tharon hang
Of Mezentius, the vailȝeand campioun strang;
To the, gret God of stryfe, armypotent,
In syng of trophe tharon was vpstent
Hys cryst and hewmet all besprent with blude, 5
The brokyn trunschions of hys speris rude,
And hys fyne hawbryk, with speir, swerd, and macis,
Assayt and persyt into twys sax placis;
Hys stelyt scheild dyd on the left syde hyng;
Abowt hys gorget, or hys nek armyng, 10
Was hung hys swerd with evor scawbart fyne.
And thus exortis Ene hys ferys syne:
The chiftanys all abowt hym lowkyt war,
Quhilk glaidsum warryn of this joyus fair.
O douchty men, quod he, worthy in weris, 15
The grettast part of our warkis and afferis
Beyn endit now, sa that in tyme cummyng
All feir and dreid ar passyt of ony thyng:
Thir bene the spulȝe, and first weirly weid,
Reft from the prowd kyng be my handis in deid; 20
Lo, heir Mezentius venquyst lyis doun bet.
Now to the wallys of Lawrent and the ȝet
The way is maid to kyng Latyn to wend.
Tharfor addres ȝour myndis, and attend
To armys and to weirfar euery ane, 25
Provydand in ȝour consatis for bargane;
So that ȝhe reddy be, and na delay
May stoppyn ȝou, nor stunnys ane other day,
Be ȝour awyn sleuth, for lak of gude forsycht,
Gif ȝe onwarnyst beys callyt to the fycht: 30
Alssone as fyrst the Goddis omnipotent
By sum sygnys or takyn lyst consent
The ensenȝeis and baneris be vphynt,
And all the ȝonkeris meyt for swerdis dynt,
Of thar tentis convoyt in array, 5
Se ȝhe all reddy be than, but delay.
And, in the meyn quhile, lat ws to erd haue
The corpsys of our fallowys onbegraue;
Quhilk only honour is haldyn in daynte
At Acheron, the lawest hellys see. 10
Pas on, he said; tha sawlys valȝeant,
Quhilk, with habundans of thar blude bysprent,
Has conquyst ws this realm apon sik wys,
Do honour with thar funeral servys,
And wirschip with thar finale last rewardis. 15
Bot first, befor all corpsis of tha lardis,
Ontill Evandrys dolorus cite
Of ȝong Pallas the body send mon we;
Quham, wantand na vertu nor prowes,
The wofull day hes ws byreft expres, 20
And with a wofull slauchter caucht, allace!
Thus said he, wepand salt terys our hys face:
Syne tuke hys vayage towart the ilk sted
Quhar Pallas lyfles corps was lyggand ded;
Quham ancyent Acetes thar dyd kepe, 25
With flottyryt berd of terys all beweip;
The quhilk Acetes had tofor ybe
Squyer to kyng Evander, from the cite
Of Parrha cummyn into Arcady,
And at thys tyme was send in cumpany 30
With hys deir fostyr child he had in cur,
Bot not, as ayr, with happy aventur.
About the corps alhaill the multitud
Of servyturis and Troiane commonys stud,
And dolorus Phrigyane wemen, on thar gys, 5
With hair down schaik, and petuus spraichis and cryis.
Bot, fra that enterit was Eneas bald
Within the portis of that large hald,
A huge clamour thai rasyt and womentyng,
Betand thar brestis quhill all the lyft dyd ryng; 10
So lowd thar wofull bewalyng habundis
That all the palyce dynnys and resoundis.
Thys prynce hym self, fra that he did behald
The snaw quhite vissage of this Pallas bald,
Hys hed vphald, mycht nocht the self sustene, 15
And eik the gapand dedly wond hes sene,
Maid by the sperys hed Rutilyane
Amyd hys snerth and fair slekyt breist bane.
With terys brystand from hys eyn, thus plenyt:
O douchty child, maist worthy tobe menyt, 20
Has fortoun me envyit sa far that, eft
Our weill is cummyn, thus thou art me bereft,
Sa that thou suld not se our ryng, said he,
Nor ȝit as victor with prosperyte
Onto thy faderis cite hame retour? 25
Syk promys hecht I not the lattir hour
To thy fader Evandrus, quhen that he
At my departyng last embrasyt me,
And send me to conquys a large empyre:
And, dredand eyk for the, that lordly syre 30
Vs monyst tobe war and avyse,
Becaus the men quhamwith to do had we
War bald and stern; said, we had wer at hand
With bustuus folk, that weill in stryfe durst stand.
Now, certis, he levand in hoip, invane, 5
For thy prosper returnyng haym agane
Perchans doith mak prayer and offerandis,
Chargeand the altaris oft with hys awyn handis:
Bot we hys lyfles child, quhilk aw na thyng
Onto the Goddis of the hevynly ryng, 10
With womentyng heir menand tendyrly,
And vayn honour, accumpaneis by and by.
O fey onhappy kyng Archadian!
Now thy sonnys ded corps cruelly slane
Thou sal behald: allace, the panys strang! 15
This is our haymcom thou desyrit lang;
This salbe our triumphe thou lang abaid,
To se thy a son on hys beir tre laid!
Ha! quhat, is this my promys and gret faith?
Bot, O Evander, beys not with me wraith; 20
Thou sall not se thy son was dryve abak
With schamefull wondis that he caucht in the bak:
Ne thou hys fader, war he alyve this day,
Suld nevir haue lak of hym, ne for hym pray
For hys desert he deit a schamefull deth; 25
And now with honour hes he ȝald the breth.
Bot netheles, quhat harm, ful ways me!
Quhou large support, hey! quhat beld or supple
In hym hes tynt Ausonya the ryng,
And quhou gret deill hes lost Ascanyus ȝyng! 30