Leaving Troy (Book III, lines 1ff.), ca. 1615
Pen and brown ink, brush and brown wash over graphite, with vertical lines in red chalk, heightened with white (partially oxidized); 193 x 164 mm (annotated “HG” lower left)
New York, Metropolitan Museum of Art (inv. no. 49.169)
T'wyl Troijens puijmhoop nooch sweert onder asch en coolen
soo coomt van Idas bergh Æneas tot de zee
met d'ouer-bleuen volck d'welck hy hadde bevoolen
te bouwen schepen, die volmaeckt nu [?] laegen ree
den windt die was te wensch dus wiltmen niet verbeijen
maer elck met pack en sack een plaetse t'scheep vercoor
men treckt de seijlen op, doen ginghet aen een schreijen
om datmen t'vaeder-landt wyt het gesicht verloor
While the ruins of Troy still smother under ashes and smoke
Aeneas comes from Mount Ida to the sea
With the remaining people, whom he had ordered
to build ships, which, now finished, were lying in the roads.
The wind was good, so nobody wanted to wait any longer
But each with his luggage secured a place on the ship.
The sails were pulled up, and people started crying
Because they were losing sight of the fatherland.