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636 THE TENTH BUKE
S}Tie hynt Eneas a perellus lance in hand.
And it addreffis far forth on the land
To ane Magus, that fubtell was and fle,
And jowkit in vnder the fpeir has he ;
5 The fchaft fchakand flaAv furth abufe hys hede :
And he Eneas in that famyn fled
Abowt the kneis grippyt humylly.
With petuus voce fyne thus begouth to cry :
Be thy deir faderys goft I the befeik,
10 And be that gude beleif quhilk thou has eik
Of Afcanyvs vprylyng to eftait,
Thys filly fawle of myne, fa faynt and mayt,
Thow falf to my a fon and fader deir.
I haue a hows, rych, fiill of mobillis feir,
15 Quharin bedelvyn lyis a gret talent,
Or charge of fyne filuer, in vefchell quent
Forgyt and punfyt wonder eraftely ;
Ane huge weght of fynaft gold tharby,
Oncungeit git, ne nevir put in wark :
20 Sa thou me falf, thy pyflans is fo dark,
The Troianys glory nor tliar vidory
Sal na thyng change nor dymynew tharby,
Nor a puyr fawle, thus hyngand in ballance,
May fik diuifioun mak nor difcrepans.
25 Thus faid this filly Magus, all invane.
Quhamtill Eneas anfweris thus agane :
Sa mony talentis of fyne filuyr and gold,
Quhilkis thou reherfand heir befor hes told.
Do kepe onto thy fmall childyr and ayris ;
30 Lat thame bruke weill, I confent it be tharis.

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