brest who no such matter dréedes With wicked weapon he did pierce As Toxey doubting stood What way to take desiring both t'aduenge his brothers blood And fearing to be murthered as his brother was before Meleager to dispatch all doubts of musing any more Did heate his sword for companie in bloud of him againe Before Plexippus blud was cold that did thereon remaine Althaea going toward Church with presents for to yild Due thankes and worship to the Gods that for hir sonne had kild The Boare beheld hir brothers brought home dead and by and by She beate hir brest and filde the towne with shrieking piteously And shifting all hir rich aray did put on mourning wéede But when she vnderstoode what man was doer of the déede She left all mourning and from teares to vengeance did procéede There was a certaine firebrand which when Oenies wife did lie In childebed of Meleager she chaunced to espie The Destnies putting in the fire and in the putting in She heard them speake these words as they his fatall thréede did spin O lately borne like time we giue to thée and to this brand And when they so had spoken they deparâ—ed out of hand Immediatly the mother caught the blazing bough away And quenched it This bough she kept full charely many a day And in the kéeping of the same she kept hir sonne aliue But now intending of his life him clearly to depriue She brought it forth and causing all the coales and shiuers to Be layëd by she like a foe did kindle fire thereto Fowre times she was about to cast the firebrand in the flame Fowre times she pulled backe hir hand from doing of the same As mother and as sister both she stroue what way to go The diuers names drew diuersly hir stomacke to and fro Hir face waxt often pale for feare of mischiefe to ensue And often red about the eies through heate of ire she grew One while hir looke resembled one that threatned cruelnesse Another while ye would haue thought she minded pitiousnesse And though the cruell burning of hir heart did drie hir teares Yet burst out some And as a Boate which tide contrarie beares Against the winde féeles double force and is compeld to yéelde To both So Thesties daughter now vnable for to wéelde Hir doubtfull passions diuersly is caried of and on And chaungeably she waxes calme and stormes againe anon But better sister ginneth she than mother for to be And to thintent hir brothers ghostes with bloud to honor she In meaning to be one way kinde doth worke another way Against kinde When the plagie fire waxt strong she thus did say Let this same fire my bowels burne And as in cursed hands The fatall wood she holding at the Hellish Altar stands She said ye triple Goddesses of wreake ye Hâ—lhounds thrée Beholde ye all this furious fact and sacrifice of mee I wreake and do against all right with death must death be payde On mischiefe mischiefe must be heapt on corse must corse be laide Confounded let this wicked house with heaped sorrowes bée Shall Oenie ioy his happy sonne in honor for to sée And Thestie mourne bereft of his Nay better yet it were That eche with other companie in mourning you should beare Ye brothers Ghostes and soules new dead I wish no more but you To féele the solemne obsequies which I prepare as now And that mine offring you accept which dearly I haue bought The yssue of my wretched wombe Alas alas what thought I for to doe O brothers I besech you beare with me I am his mother so to doe my hands vnable be His trespasse I confesse deserues the stopping of his breath But yet I doe not like that I be Author of his death And shall he then with life and limme and honor to scape frée And vaunting in his good successe the King of Calidon bée And you deare soules 〈◊〉 raked vp but in a little dust I will not surely suffer it But let the villaine trust That he shall die and draw with him to ruine and decay His Kingdome Countrie and his Sire that doth vpon him stay Why where is now the mothers heart and pitie that should raigne In Parents and the ten Monthes paines that once I did sustaine O would to God thou burned had a babie in this brand And that I had not tane it out and quencht it with my hand That all this while thou liued hast my goodnesse is the cause And now most iustly vnto death thine owne desert thée drawes Receiue the guerâ—on of thy déede and render thou agen Thy twice giuen life by bearing first and secondarly when I caught this firebrand from the flame or else come deale with me As with my brothers and with them let me entumbed be I would and cannot What then shall I stand to in this case One while my brothers corses seeme to prease before my face With liuely Image of their deaths Another while my minde Doth yéelde to pitie and the name of mother doth me blinde Noâ— wo is me To let you haue the vpper hand is sinne But neâ—ethelesse the vpper hand O brothers doe you win â–ª Condâ—cioâ—ly that when that I to comfort you withall Haue wrought this feate my selfe to you resort in person shall This sed she turnde away hir face and with a trembling hand Did cast the deathfull brand amid the burning fire The brand Did eyther sigh or séeme to sigh in burning in the flame Which sorie and vnwilling was to fasten on the same Meleager being absent and not knowing ought at all Was burned with this flame and felt his bowels to appall With secret fire He bare out long the paine with courage stout But yet it grieued him to die so cowardly without The shedding of his bloud He thought Anceus for to be A happie man that dide of wound With sighing called he Upon his aged father and his sisters and his brother And lastly on his wife to and by chaunce vpon his mother His paine encreased with the fire and fell therewith againe And at the selfe same instant quight extinguisht were both twaine And as the ashes soft and hore by leysure ouergrew The glowing coales so leysurely his spirit from him drew The drouped stately Calydon Both yong and olde did mourne The Lords and Commons did lament and maried wiues with torne And tattred haire did crie alas His father did beray His horie head and face with dust and on the earth flat lay Lamenting that he liued had to sée that wofull day For now his mothers giltie hand had for that cursed crime Done execution on hir selfe by sword before hir time If God to me a hundred mouthes with sounding tongues should send And reason able to conceyue and therevnto should lend Me all the grace of eloquence that ere the Muses had I could not shew the wo wherewith his sisters were bestad Unmindfull of their high estate their naked brests they smit Untill they made
face The which he did immediately with feruent loue embrace He féedes a hope without cause why For like a foolishe noddie He thinkes the shadow that he sées to be a liuely boddie Astraughted like an ymage made of Marble stone he lyes There gazing on his shadowe still with fixed staring eyes Stretcht all along vpon the ground it doth him good to sée His ardant eyes which like two starres full bright and shyning bée And eke his fingars fingars such as Bacchus might beséeme And haire that one might worthely Apollos haire it déeme His beardlesse chinne and yuorie necke and eke the perfect grace Of white and red indifferently bepainted in his face All these he woondreth to beholde for which as I doe gather Himselfe was to be woondred at or to be pitied rather He is enamored of himselfe for want of taking héede And where he lykes another thing he lykes himselfe in déede He is the partie whome he wooes and suâ—er that doth wooe He is the flame that settes on fire and thing that burneth tooe O Lord how often did he kisse that false deceitfull thing How often did he thrust his armes midway into the spring To haue embraste the necke he saw and could not catch himselfe He knowes not what it was he sawe And yet the foolish elfe Doth burne in ardent loue thereof The verie selfe same thing That doth bewitch and blinde his eyes encreaseth all his sting Thou fondling thou why doest thou raught the fickle image so The thing thou séekest is not there And if a side thou go The thing thou louest straight is gone It is none other matter That thou doest sée than of thy selfe the shadow in the water The thing is nothing of it selfe with thée it doth abide With thee it would departe if thou withdrew thy selfe aside No care of meate could draw him thence nor yet desire of rest But lying flat against the ground and leaâ—ing on his brest With gréedâ—e eyes he gazeth still vppon the falced face And through his sight is wrought his bane Yet for a little space He turnes and settes himselfe vpright and holding vp his hands With piteous voyce vnto the wood that round about him stands Cryes out and ses alas ye Woods and was there euer any That looude so cruelly as I you know for vnto many A place of harbrough haue you béene and fort of refuge strong Can you remember any one in all your tyme so long That hath so pinde away as I I sée and am full faine Howbeit that I like and sée I can not yet attaine So great a blindnesse in my heart through doting loue doth raigne And for to spight me more withall it is no iourney farre No drenching Sea no Mountaine hie no wall no locke no barre It is but euen a little droppe that kéepes vs two a sunder He would be had For looke how oft I kisse the water vnder So oft againe with vpwarde mouth he riseth towarde mée A man would thinke to touch at least I should yet able bée It is a trifle in respect that lettes vs of our loue What wight soeuer that thou art come hither vp aboue O pierlesse piece why dost thou mée thy louer thus delude Or whither fliste thou of thy friende thus earnestly pursude Iwis I neyther am so fowle nor yet so growne in yeares That in this wise thou shouldst me shoon To haue me to their Féeres The Nymphes themselues haue sude ere this And yet as should appéere Thou dost pretende some kinde of hope of friendship by thy chéere For when I stretch mine armes to thée thou stretchest thine likewise And if I smile thou smilest too And when that from mine eyes The teares doe drop I well perceyue the water stands in thine Like gesture also dost thou make to euerie becke of mine And as by mouing of thy swéete and louely lippes I wéene Thou speakest words although mine eares conceiue not what they béene It is my selfe I well perceyue it is mine Image sure That in this sort dâ—luding me this furie doth procure I am mamored of my selfe I doe both set on fire And am the same that swelteth too through impotent desire What shall I doe be woode or wo whome shall I wo therefore The thing I séeke is in my selfe my plentie makes me poore O would to God I for a while might from my bodie part This wish is straunge to heare a Louer wrapped all in smart To wish away the thing the which he loueth as his heart My sorrowe takes away my strength I haue not long to liue But in the floure of youth must die To die it doth not grieue For that by death shall come the ende of all my griefe and paine I would this yongling whome I loue might lenger life obtaine For in one soule shall now decay we stedfast Louers twaine This saide in rage he turnes againe vnto the forsaide shade And rores the water with the teares and sloubring that he made That through his troubling of the Well his ymage gan to fade Which when he sawe to vanish so Oh whither dost thou flie Abide I pray thée heartely aloud he gan to crie Forsake me not so cruelly that loueth thée so déere But giue me leaue a little while my dazled eyes to chéere With sight of that which for to touch is vtterly denide Thereby to féede my wretched rage and surie for a tide As in this wise he made his mone he stripped off his cote And with his fist outragiously his naked stomacke smote A ruddie colour where he smote rose on his stomacke shéere Lyke Apples which doe partly white and striped red appéere Or as the clusters ere the grapes to ripenesse fully come An Orient purple here and there beginnes to grow on some Which things assoone as in the spring he did beholde againe He could no longer beare it out But fainting straight for paine As lith and supple waxe doth melt against the burning flame Or morning dewe against the Sunne that glareth on the same Euen so by piecemale being spent and wasted through desire Did he consume and melt away with Cupids secret fire His liuely hue of white and red his chéerefulnesse and strength And all the things that lyked him did wanze away at length So that in fine remayned not the bodie which of late The wretched Echo loued so Who when she sawe his state Although in heart she angrie were and mindefull of his pride Yet ruing his vnhappie case as often as he cride Alas she cride alas likewise with shirle redoubled sound And when he beate his breast or strake his féete against the ground She made like noyse of clapping too These are the woordes that last Out of his lippes beholding still his woonted ymage past Alas swéete boy beloude in vaine farewell And by and by With sighing sound the selfe same wordes the Echo did reply With that he layde his wearie head against the grassie place And death did cloze his
though not in the selfsame coffin yit in verse Although in tumb the bones of vs toogither may not couch Yit in a grauen Epitaph my name thy name shall touch Her sorrow would not suffer her too vtter any more Shée sobd and syght at euery woord vntill her hart was sore The morning came and out shée went ryght pensif too the shor◠Too that same place in which shée tooke her leaue of him before Whyle there shée musing stood and sayd he kissed mée euen héere Héere weyëd hée his Anchors vp héere loosd he from the péere And whyle shée calld too mynd the things there marked with her eyes In looking on the open sea a great way of shée spyes A certeine thing much like a corse come houering on the waue At first shée dowted what it was As tyde it néerer draue Although it were a good way of yit did it plainely showe Too bée a corce And though that whose it was shée did not knowe Yit forbycause it séemd a wrecke her hart therat did ryse And as it had sum straunger béene with water in her eyes Shée sayd alas poore wretch who ere thou art alas for her That is thy wyfe if any bée And as the waues did stirre The body floted néerer land the which the more that shée Behilld the lesse began in her of stayed wit too bée Anon it did arriue on shore Then plainely shée did sée And know it that it was her feere Shée shréeked it is hée And therewithall her face her heare and garments shée did teare And vntoo Ceyx stretching out her trembling handes with feare Sayd cumst thou home in such a plyght too mée O husband deere Returnst in such a wretched plyght There was a certeine péere That buylded was by hand of waues the first assaults too breake And at the hauons mouth too cause the tyde too enter weake Shée lept theron A wonder sure it was shée could doo so Shée flew and with her newgrowen winges did beate the ayre as tho And on the waues a wretched bird shee whisked too and fro And with her crocking neb then growen too slender bill and round like one that wayld and moorned still shée made a moaning sound Howbéet as soone as she did touch his dumb and bloodlesse flesh And had embraast his loued limbes with winges made new and fresh And with her hardened neb had kist him coldly though in vayne Folk dowt of Ceyx féeling it too rayse his head did strayne Or whither that the waues did lift it vp But surely hée It felt and through compassion of the Goddes both hée and shée Were turnd too birdes The loue of them éeke subiect too their fate Continued after neyther did the faythfull bond abate Of wedlocke in them béeing birdes but standes in stedfast state They treade and lay and bring foorth yoong and now the Alcyon sitts In wintertime vppon her nest which on the water flitts A seuennyght During all which tyme the sea is calme and still And euery man may too and fro sayle saufly at his will For Aeölus for his ofsprings sake the windes at home dooth kéepe And will not let them go abroade for troubling of the déepe An auncient father séeing them about the brode sea fly Did prayse theyr loue for lasting too the end so stedfastly His neyghbour or the selfsame man made answer such is chaunce Euen this fowle also whom thou séest vppon the surges glaunce With spindle shanks he poynted too the wydegoawld Cormorant Before that he became a bird of royall race might vaunt And if thou couet lineally his pedegrée too séeke His Auncetors were Ilus and Assaracus and éeke Fayre Ganymed who Iupiter did rauish as his ioy Laomedon and Priamus the last that reygnd in Troy Stout Hectors brother was this man And had he not in pryme Of lusty youth béene tane away his déedes perchaunce in tyme Had purchaast him as great a name as Hector though that hée Of Dymants daughter Hecuba had fortune borne too bée For Acsacus reported is begotten to haue béene By scape in shady Ida on a mayden fayre and shéene Whose name was Alyxothoe a poore mans daughter that With spade and mattocke for himselfe and his a liuing gat This Aesacus the Citie hates and gorgious Court dooth shonne And in the vnambicious féeldes and woods alone dooth wonne He séeldoom haunts the towne of Troy yit hauing not a rude And blockish wit nor such a hart as could not be subdewd By loue he spyde Eperie whom oft he had pursewd Through all the woodes then sitting on her father Cebrius brim A drying of her heare ageinst the sonne which hanged trim Uppon her back Assoone as that the Nymph was ware of him She fled as when the grisild woolf dooth scare the fearefull hynd Or when the Fawcon farre from brookes a Mallard happes too fynd The Troiane knyght ronnes after her and béeing swift through loue Purseweth her whom feare dooth force apace her feete to moue Behold an Adder lurking in the grasse there as shee fled Did byght her foote with hooked tooth and in her bodye spred His venim Shée did cease her flyght and soodein fell downe dead Her louer being past his witts her carkesse did embrace And cryde alas it irketh mée it irkes mée of this chace But this I feard not neyther was the gaine of that I willd Woorth halfe so much Now twoo of vs thée wretched soule haue killd The wound was giuen thée by the snake the cause was giuen by mée The wickedder of both am I who for too comfort thée Will make thée satisfaction with my death With that at last Downe from a rocke the which the waues had vndermynde he cast Himself intoo the sea Howbéet dame Tethys pitying him Receyud him softly and as he vppon the waues did swim Shée couered him with fethers And though fayne he would haue dyde Shée would not let him Wroth was he that death was him denyde And that his soule compelld should bee ageinst his will too byde Within his wretched body still from which it would depart And that he was constreynd too liue perforce ageinst his hart And as he on his shoulders now had newly taken wings He mounted vp and downe vppon the sea his boddye dings His fethers would not let him sinke In rage he dyueth downe And despratly he striues himself continually too drowne His loue did make him leane long leggs long neck dooth still remayne His head is from his shoulders farre of Sea he is most fayne And for he vnderneath the waues delyghteth for too driue A name according therevntoo the Latins doo him giue Finis vndecimi Libri ¶ THE XII BOOKE OF Ouids Metamorphosis RIng Priam béeing ignorant that Aesacus his sonne Did liue in shape of bird did moorne and at a tumb wheron His name was written Hector and his brother solemly Did kéepe an Obit Paris was not at this obsequye Within a whyle with rauisht wyfe he brought a lasting warre Home vnto Troy
The .xv. Bookes of P. Ouidius Naso entytuled Metamorphosis translated oute of Latin into English meeter by Arthur Golding Gentleman A worke very pleasaunt and delectable With skill heede and iudgement this worke must be read For else to the Reader it standes in small stead Imprynted at London by Willyam Seres To the ryght Honorable and his singular good Lord Robert Erle of Leycester Baron of Denbygh knyght of the most noble order of the Garter c. Arthur Golding Gent. wisheth continuance of health with prosperous estate and felicitie AT length my chariot wheele about the mark hath found the way And at their weery races end my breathlesse horses stay The woork is brought too end by which the author did account And rightly with eternall fame aboue the starres too mount For whatsoeuer hath bene writ of auncient tyme in greeke By sundry men dispersedly and in the latin â—eke Of this same dark Philosophie of turned shapes the same Hath Ouid into one whole masse in this booke brought in frame Fowre kynd of things in this his worke the Poet dooth conteyne That nothing vnder heauen dooth ay in stedfast state remayne And next that nothing perisheth but that eche substance takes Another shape than that it had Of theis twoo points he makes The proof by shewing through his woorke the wonderfull exchaunge Of Goddes men beasts and elements too sundry shapes right straunge Beginning with creation of the world and man of slyme And so proceeding with the turnes that happened till his tyme. Then sheweth he the soule of man from dying to be free By samples of the noblemen who for their vertues bee Accounted and canonized for Goddes by heathen men And by the peynes of Lymbo lake and blysfull state agen Of spirits in th' Elysian feelds And though that of theis three He make discourse dispersedly yit specially they bee Discussed in the latter booke in that oration where He bringeth in Pythagoras disswading men from feare Of death and preaching abstinence from flesh of liuing things But as for that opinion which Pythagoras there brings Of soules remouing out of beasts too men and out of men Too birdes and beasts both wyld and tame both too and fro agen It is not too be vnderstand of that same soule whereby Wee are endewd with reason and discretion from on hie But of that soule or lyfe the which brute beasts as well as wee Enioy Three sortes of lyfe or soule for so they termed bee Are found in things The first giues powre too thryue encrease grow And this in senselesse herbes and trees and shrubs itself dooth show The second giueth powre too moue and vse of senses fyue And this remaynes in brutish beasts and keepeth them alyue Both theis are mortall as the which receyued of the aire By force of Phâ—bus after death doo thither eft repayre The third giues vnderstanding wit and reason and the same Is it alonly which with vs of soule dooth beare the name And as the second dooth conteine the first euen so the third Conteyneth both the other twaine And neyther beast nor bird Nor fish nor herb nor tree nor shrub nor any earthly wyght Saue only man can of the same partake the heauenly myght I graunt that when our breath dooth from our bodies go away It dooth eftsoones returne too ayre and of that ayre there may Both bird and beast participate and wee of theirs likewyse For whyle wee liue the thing itself appeereth to our eyes Bothe they and wee draw all one breath But for too deeme or say Our noble soule which is diuine and permanent for aâ— Is common too vs with the beasts I think it nothing lesse Than for too bee a poynt of him that wisdome dooth professe Of this I am ryght well assurde there is no Christen Wyght That can by fondnesse be so farre seduced from the ryght And finally hee dooth proceede in shewing that not all That beare the name of men how strong feerce stout bold hardy tall How wyse fayre rych or hyghly borne how much renownd by fame So ere they bee although on earth of Goddes they beare the name Are for too be accounted men but such as vnder awe Of reasons rule continually doo liue in vertues law And that the rest doo differ nought from beasts but rather bee Much woorse than beasts bicause they doo abace theyr owne degree To naturall philosophye the formest three perteyne The fowrth too morall and in all are pitthye apt and playne Instructions which import the prayse of vertâ—es and the shame Of vices with the due rewardes of eyther of the same ¶ As for example in the tale of Daphnee turnd too Bay A myrror of virginitie appeere vntoo vs may Which yeelding noyther vntoo feare nor force nor flatterye Doth purchace euerlasting fame and immortalitye ¶ In Phaetons fable vntoo syght the Poet dooth expresse The natures of ambition blynd and youthfull wilfulnesse The end whereof is miserie and bringeth at the last Repentance when it is to late that all redresse is past And how the weaknesse and the want of wit in magistrate Confoundeth both his common weale and eeke his owne estate This fable also dooth aduyse all parents and all such As bring vp youth too take good heede of cockering them too much It further dooth commende the meane and willeth too beware Of rash and hasty promises which most pernicious are And not too bee performed and in fine it playnly showes What sorrow too the parents and too all the kinred growes By disobedience of the chyld and in the chyld is ment The disobedient subiect that ageinst his prince is bent The transformations of the Crow and Rauen doo declare That Clawbacks and Colcariers ought wysely too beware Of whom too whom and what they speake For sore against his will Can any freendly hart abyde too heare reported ill The partie whom he fauoureth This tale dooth eeke bewray The rage of wrath and ielozie too haue no kynd of stay And that lyght credit too reportes in no wyse should be giuen For feare that men too late too iust repentance should bee driuen The fable of Ocyroee by all such folk is told As are in serching things too come too curious and too bold A very good example is describde in Battus tale For couetous people which for gayne doo set theyr toongs too sale ¶ All such as doo in flattring freaks and hawks and hownds delyght And dyce and cards and for too spend the tyme both day and nyght In foule excesse of chamberworke or too much meate and drink Uppon the piteous storie of Acteon ought too think For theis and theyr adherents vsde excessiue are in deede The dogs that dayly doo deuour theyr followers on with speede Tyresias willes inferior folk in any wyse too shun Too iudge betweene their betters least in perill they doo run Narcissus is of scornfulnesse and pryde a myrror cleere Where beawties fading vanitie most playnly may appeere
retreate and all that heard the sounde Immediatly began to ebbe and draw within their bounde Then gan the Sea to haue a shore and brookes to finde a banke And swelling streames of flowing flouds within hir chanels sanke Then hils did â—ise aboue the waâ—es that had them ouerflow And as the waters did decrease the ground did séeme to grow And after long and tedious time the trées did shew their tops All bare saue that vpon the boughes the mud did hang in knops The worlde restored was againe which though Deucalion ioyde Then to beholde yet forbicause he saw the earth was voyde And silent like a wildernesse with sad and wéeping eyes And ruthfull voyce he then did speake to Pyrrha in this wise O sister O my louing spouse O sielie woman left As onely remnant of thy sexe that water hath bereft Whome Nature first by right of birth hath linked to me fast In that we brothers children bene and secondly the chast And stedfast bond of lawfull bed and lastly now of all The present perils of the time that latelye did befall On all the Earth from East to West where Phebus shewes his face There is no moe but thou and I of all the mortall race The Sea hath swallowed all the rest and scarsly are we sure That our two liues from dreadfull death in safetie shall endure For euen as yet the duskie cloudes doe make my heart adrad Alas poore wretched sielie soule what heart wouldst thou haue had To beare these heauie happes if chaunce had let thée scape alone Who should haue bene thy coÌ„fort then who should haue rewd thy mone Now trust me truly louing wife had thou as now bene drownde I would haue followed after thee and in the sea bene fownde Would God I could my fathers Arte of claye to facion men And giue them life that people might frequent the world agen Mankinde alas doth onely now wythin vs two consist As mouldes whereby to facion men For so the Gods doe lyâ—t And with these words the bitter teares did trickle down their chéeke Untill at length betweene themselues they did agrée to séeke To God by prayer for his grace and to demaund his ayde By aunswere of his Oracle wherein they nothing stayde But to Cephisus sadly went whose streame as at that time Began to run within his banâ—es though thicke with muddie â—â—ime Whose sacred liquor straight they tooke and sprinkled with the same Their heads and clothes and afterward to Themis chappell came The roofe whereof with ciâ—drie mosse was almost ouergrowne For since the time the raging floud the worlde had ouerflowne No creature came within the Churche so that the Altars stood Without one sparke of holie fyre or any sticke of wood Assoone as that this couple came within the chappell doore They fell downe flat vpon the ground and trembling kist the floore And sayde if prayer that procéedes from humble heart and minde May in the presence of the Gods such grace and fauor finde As to appease their worthie wrath then vouch thou safe to tell O gentle Themis how the losse that on our kinde befell May now eftsoones recouered be and helpe vs to repaire The world which drowned vnder waues doth lie in great dispaire The Goddesse moued with their sute this answere did them make Depart you hence Go hille your heads and let your garmentes slake And both of you your Graundames bones behind your shoulders cast They stoode amazed at these wordes tyll Pyrrha at the last Refusing to obey the hest the whych the Goddesse gaue Brake â—ilence and with trembling chéere did méekely pardon craue For sure she saide she was afraide hir Graundames ghost to hurt By taking vp hir buried bones to throw them in the durt And with the aunswere here vpon eftsoones in hand they go The doubtfull wordes wherof they scan and canuas to and fro Which done Prometheus sonne began by counsell wise and sage His cousin germanes fearfulnesse thus gently to asswage Well eyther in these doubtfull words is hid some misterie Whereof the Gods permit vs not the meaning to espie Or questionlesse and if the sâ—nce of inward sentence déeme Like as the tenour of the words apparantly doe séeme It is no breach of godlynesse to doe as God doth bid I take our Graundame for the earth the stones within hir hid I take for bones these are the bones the which are meaned here Though Titans daughter at this wise coniecture of hir fere Were somewhat moued yet none of both did stedfast credit geue So hardly could they in their heartes the heauenly hestes beleue But what and if they made a proufe what harme could come therby They went their wayes and veild their heades and did their cotes vntie And at their backes did throw the stones by name of bones foretolde The stones who would beleue the thing but that the time of olde Reportes it for a stedfast truth of nature tough and harde Began to warre both soft and smothe and shortly afterwarde To winne therwith a better shape and as they did encrease A mylder nature in them grew and rudenesse gan to cease For at the first their shape was such as in a certaine sort Resembled man but of the right and perfect shape came short Euen like to Marble ymages new drawne and roughly wrought Before the Caruer by his Arte to purpose hath them brought Such partes of them where any iuice or moysture did abound Or else were earthie turned to flesh and such as were so sound And harde as would not bow nor bende did turne to bones againe The part that was a veyne before doth still his name retaine Thus by the mightie powre of God ere lenger time was past The mankinde was restorde by stones the which a man did cast And likewise also by the stones the which a woman threw The womankinde repayred was and made againe of new Of these are we the crooked ympes and stonie race in déede Bewraying by our â—oyling life from whence we doe procéede The lustie earth of owne accorde soone after forth did bring According to their sundrie shapes eche other liuing thing Assoone as that the moysture once caught heate against the Sunne And that the fat and slimie mud in moorish groundes begunne To swell through warmth of Phebus beames and that the fruitfull séede Of things well cherisht in the fat and liuely soyle in déede As in their mothers wombe began in length of time to grow To one or other kinde of shape wherein themselues to show Euen so when that seuen mouthed Nile the watrie fieldes forsooke â–ª And to his auncient chanell eft his bridled streames betooke So that the Sunne did heate the mud the which he left behinde The husbandmen that tilde the ground among the cloddes did finde Of sundrie creatures sundrie shapes of which they spied some Euen in the instant of their birth but newly then begoâ—ne And some vnperfect wanting brest or shoulders in such wise That in
he drew Came smooking from his scalding mouth as from a séething pot His Chariot also vnder him began to waxe red hot He could no lenger dure thâ— sparkes and cinder flyeng out Againe the culme and smouldring smoke did wrap him round about The pitchie darkenesse of the which so wholy had him heâ—t As that he wist not where he was nor yet which way he went The winged horses forcibly did draw him where they wolde The Aethiopians at that time as men for truth vpholde The bloud by force of that same heate drawne to the outer part And there adust from that time forth became so blacke and swart The moysture was so dried vp in Lybie land that time That altogither drie and scorcht continueth yet that Clyme The Nymphes w t haire about their eares bewayld their springs lakes Beötia for hir Dyâ—ces losse great lamentation makes For Amimone Argos wept and Corinth for the spring Pyrene at whose sacred streame the Muses vsde to sing The Riuers further from the place were not in better case For Tanais in his déepest streame did boyle and steme apace Old Penevv and Cayâ—us of the countrie Teuthranie And swift Ismenos in their bankes by like misfortune frie. Then burnde the Psophian Erymanth and which should burne ageine The Troian Xanthus and Lycormas with his yellow veine Meander playing in his bankes aye winding to and fro Migdonian Melas with his waues as blacke as any slo Eurotas running by the foote of Tenare boyled tho Then sod Euphrates cutting through the middes of Babilon Then sod Orontes and the Scithian swift Thermodoon Then Ganges Colchian Phasis and the noble Istre Alpheus and Sperchins bankes with flaming fire did glistre The golde that Tagus streame did beare did in the chanell melt Amid Cayster of this fire the raging heat was felt Among the quieres of singing Swannes that with their pleasant lay Along the bankes of Lidian brakes from place to place did stray And Nyle for feare did run away into the furthest Clyme Of all the world and hid his heade which to this present tyme Is yet vnfound his mouthes all seuen cleane voyde of water béene Like seuen great valleys where saue dust could nothing else be séene By like misfortune Hebrus dride and Strymon both of Thrace The Westerne Riuers Rhine and Rhone and Po were in likeâ—case And Tyber vnto whome the Goddes a faithfull promise gaue Of all the world the Monarchie and soueraigne state to haue The ground did cranie euerie where and light did pierce to hell And made afraide the King and Quéene that in that Realme doe dwell The Sea did shrinke and where as waues did late before remaine Became a Champion field of dust and euen a sandy plaine The hilles erst hid farre vnder waues like Ilelandes did appeare So that the scattred Cyclades for the time augmented were The fishes drew them to the déepes the Dolphines durst not play Aboue the water as before the Seales and Porkpis lay With bellies vpward on the waues starke dead â–ª and fame doth go That Nereus with his wife and daughters all were faine as tho To dine within the scalding waues Thrise Neptune did aduaunce His armes aboue the scalding Sea with sturdy countenaunce And thrise for hotenesse of the Ayre was faine himselfe to hide But yet the Earth the Nurce of things enclosde on euery side Betwéene the waters of the Sea and Springs that now had hidden Themselues within their Mothers wombe for all the paine abidden Up to the necke put forth hir head and casting vp hir hand Betwéene hir forehead and the sunne as panting she did stand With dreadfull quaking all that was she fearfully did shake And shrinking somewhat lower downe with sacred voyce thus spake O King of Gods and if this be thy will and my desart Why doste thou stay with deadly dint thy thunder downe to dart And if that néedes I perish must through force of firie flame Let thy celestiall fire O God I pray thée doe the same A comfort shall it be to haue thée Author of my death I scarce haue powre to speak these words the smoke had stopt hir breath Behold my singed haire behold my dim and bleared eye Sée how about my scorched face the scalding embers flie Is this the guerdon wherewithall ye quite my fruitfulnesse Is this the honor that ye gaue me for my plenteousnesse And dutie done with true intent for suffring of the plough To draw déepe woundes vpon my backe and rakes to rend me through For that I ouer all the yeare continually am wrought For giuing foder to the beasts and cattell all for nought For yéelding corne and other foode wherewith to kéepe mankinde And that to honor you withall swéete frankinsence I finde But put the case that my desert destruction duely craue What hath thy brother what the Seas deserued for to haue Why doe the Seas his lotted part thus ebbe and fall so low Withdrawing from thy Skie to which it ought most neare to grow But if thou neyther doste regarde thy brother neyther mée At least haue mercy on thy heauen looke round about and sée How both the Poles begin to smoke which if the fire appall To vtter ruine be thou sure thy pallace néedes must fall Behold how Atlas ginnes to faint â–ª his shoulders though â—ull strong Unneth are able to vphold the sparkling Extrée long If Sea and Land doe go to wrecke and heauen it selfe doe burne To olde confused Chaos then of force we must returne Put to thy helping hand therfore to saue the little left If ought remaine before that all be quite and cleane bereft When ended was this piteous plaint the Earth did hold hir peace She could no lenger dure the heate but was compâ—lde to cease Into hir bosome by and by she shrunke hir cinged heade More nearer to the Stygnan caues and ghostes of persones deade The Sire of Heauen protesting all the Gods and him also That lent the Chariot to his child that all of forâ—e must go To hauocke if he helped not went to the highest part And top of all the Heauen from whence his custome was to dart His thunder and his lightning downe But neyther did remaine A Cloude wherewith to shade the Earth nor yet a showre of raine Then with a dreadfull thunderclap vp to his eare he bent His fist and at the Wagoner a flash of lightning sent Which strake his bodie from the life and threw it ouer whéele And so with fire he quenched fire The Stéedes did also réele Upon their knees and starting vp sprang violently one here And there another that they brast in pieces all their gere They threw the Câ—llars from their neckes and breaking quite a sunder The Trace and Harnesse flang away here lay the bridles yonder The Extrée plucked from the Naues and in another place The sheuered spokes of broken whéeles and so at euery pace The pieces of the Chariot torne lay strowed here and there But Phaeton fire
blood Were died blacke The roote also bestained as it stoode A déepe darke purple colour straight vpon the Berries cast Anon scarce ridded of hir feare with which she was agast For doubt of disapointing him commes Thisbe forth in hast And for hir louer lookes about reioycing for to tell How hardly she had scapt that night the daunger that befell And as she knew right well the place and facion of the trée As whych she saw so late before euen so when she did sée The colour of the Berries turnde she was vncertaine whither It were the trée at which they both agréed to méete togither While in this doubtfull stounde she stoode she cast hir eye aside And there beweltred in his bloud hir louer she espide Lie sprawling with his dying limmes at which she started backe And looked pale as any Box a shuddring through hir stracke Euen like the Sea which sodenly with whissing noyse doth moue When with a little blast of winde it is but toucht aboue But when approching nearer him she knew it was hir loue She beate hir brest she shricked out she tare hir golden heares And taking him betwéene hir armes did wash his wounds with teares She meynt hir wéeping with his bloud and kissing all his face Which now became as colde as yse she cride in wofull case Alas what chaunce my Pyramus hath parted thée and mée Make aunswere O my Pyramus It is thy Thisb euen shée Whome thou doste loue most heartely that speaketh vnto thée Giue eare and rayse thy heauie heade He hearing Thisbes name Lift vp his dying eyes and hauing séene hir closde the same But when she knew hir mantle there and saw his scabberd lie Without the swoorde Unhappy man thy loue hath made thée die Thy loue she said hath made thée slea thy selfe This hand of mine Is strong inough to doe the like My loue no lesse than thine Shall giue me force to worke my wound I will pursue the dead And wretched woman as I am it shall of me be sed That like as of thy death I was the only cause and blame So am I thy companion eke and partner in the same For death which only coulde alas a sunder part vs twaine Shall neuer so disseuer vs but we will méete againe And you the Parentes of vs both most wretched folke alyue Let this request that I shall make in both our names byliue Entreate you to permit that we whome chaste and stedfast loue And whome euen death hath ioynde in one may as it doth behoue In one graue be together layd And thou vnhappie trée Which shroudest now the corse of one and shalt anon through mée Shroude two of this same slaughter holde the sicker signes for ay Blacke be the colour of thy fruite and mourninglike alway Such as the murder of vs twaine may euermore bewray This said she tooke the sword yet warme with slaughter of hir loue And setting it beneath hir brest did to hir heart it shoue Hir prayer with the Gods and with their Parentes tooke effect For when the frute is throughly ripe the Berrie is bespect With colour tending to a blacke And that which after fire Remained rested in one Tumbe as Thisbe did desire This tale thus tolde a little space of pawsing was betwist And then began Leucothoâ— thus hir sisters being whist This Sunne that with his streaming light al worldly things doth cheare Was tane in loue of Phebus loues now list and you shall heare It is reported that this God did first of all espie For euerie thing in Heauen and Earth is open to his eie How Venus with the warlike Mars adâ—outrie did commit It grieued him to sée the fact and so discouered it He shewed his husband Iunos sonne th' aduoutrie and the place In which this priuie scape was done Who was in such a case That heart and hand and all did faile in working for a space Anon he featly forgde a net of Wire so fine and slight That neyther knot nor nooze therein apparant was to sight This piece of worke was much more fine than any handwarpe oofe Or that whereby the Spider hanges in sliding from the roofe And furthermore the suttlenesse and slight thereof was such It followed euery little pull and closde with euery touch And so he set it handsomly about the haunted couch Now when that Venus and hir mate were met in bed togither Hir husband by his newfound snare before conuayed thither Did snarle them both togither fast in middes of all theyr play And setting ope the Iâ—orie doores callde all the Gods streight way To sée them they with shame inough fast lockt togither lay A certaine God among the rest disposed for to sport Did wish that he himselfe also were shamed in that sort The resdue laught and so in heauen there was no talke a while But of this Pageant how the Smith the louers did beguile Dame Venus highly stomacking this great displeasure thought To be reuenged on the part by whome the spight was wrought And like as he hir secret loues and méetings had bewrayd So she with wound of raging loue his guerdon to him payd What now auayles Hyperions sonne thy forme and beautie bright What now auayle thy glistring eyes with cleare and piercing sight For thou that with thy gleames art wont all countries for to burne Art burnt thy selfe with other gleames that serue not for thy turne And thou that oughtst thy cherefull looke on all things for to show Alonly on Leucothoë doste now the same bestow Thou fastnest on that Maide alone the eyes that thou doste owe To all the worlde Sometime more rathe thou risest in the East Sometime againe thou makste it late before thou fall to reast And for desire to looke on hir thou often doste prolong Our winter nightes And in thy light thou faylest eke among The fancie of thy faultie minde infectes thy feeble sight And so thou makste mens hearts afrayde by daunting of thy light Thou looxte not pale bycause the globe of Phebe is betwéene The Earth and thée but loue doth cause this colour to be séene Thou louest this Leucothoë so far aboue all other That neyther now for Clymenâ— for Rhodos nor the mother Of Circé nor for Clytië who at that present tyde Reiected from thy companie did for thy loue abide Most grieuous torments in hir heart thou séemest for to care Thou mindest hir so much that all the rest forgotten are Hir mother was Eurynome of all the fragrant clime Of Arabie estéemde the flowre of beautie in hir time But when hir daughter came to age the daugher past the mother As far in beautie as before the mother past all other Hir father was king Orchamus and rulde the publike weale Of Persey counted by descent the .vij. from auncient Bele Far vnderneath the Westerne clyme of Hesperus doe runne The pastures of the firie stéedes that draw the golden Sunne There are they fed with Ambrosâ—e in stead of grasse all
you straunger whome I neuer saw before Should perish what should be the cause of this my feare so great Unhappie wench and if thou canst suppresse this vncouth heat That burneth in thy tender brest and if so be I coulde A happie turne it were and more at case then be I shoulde But now an vncouth maladie perforce against my will Doth hale me Loue persuades me one another thing my skill The best I sée and like the worst I follow headlong still Why being of the royall bloud so fondly doste thou raue Upon a straunger thus to dote desiring for to haue An husband of another world at home thou mightest finde A louer méete for thine estate on whome to set thy minde And yet it is but euen a chaunce if he shall liue or no God graunt him for to liue I may without offence pray so Although I loude him not for what hath Iason trespast me Who woulde not pitie Iasons youth onlesse they cruell be What creature is there but his birth and prowesse might him moue And setting all the rest asyde who woulde not be in loue With Iasons goodlie personage my heart assuredly Is toucht therewith But if that I prouide not remedie With burning breath of blasting Bulles néedes sindged must he bée Of séedes that he himselfe must sow a haruest shall he sée Of armed men in battell ray vpon the ground vp grow Against the which it houeth him his manhode for to show And as a pray he must be set against the Dragon fell If I these things let come to passe I may confesse right well That of a Tyger I was bred and that within my brest A heart more harde than any stéele or stonie rocke doth rest Why rather doe I not his death with wrathfull eyes beholde And ioy with others séeing him to vtter perill solde Why doe I not enforce the Bulles against him why I say Exhort I not the cruell men which shall in battell ray Arise against him from the ground and that same Dragon too Within whose eyes came neuer sléepe God shield I so should doo But prayer smally bootes except I put to helping hand And shall I like a Caytife then betray my fathers land Shall I a straunger saue whome we nor none of ours doth know That he by me preserued may without me homeward row And take another to his wife and leaue me wretched wight To torments If I wist that he coulde worke me such a spight Or could in any others loue than only mine delight The Churle should die for me But sure he beareth not the face Like one that wold doe so His birth his courage and his grace Doe put me clearly out of doubt he will not me deceyue No nor forget the great good turnes he shall by me receyue Yet shall he to me first his faith for more assurance plight And solemly he shall be sworne to kéepe the couenant right Why fearste thou now without a cause step to it out of hand And doe not any lenger time thus lingring fondly stand For ay shall Iason thinke himselfe beholding vnto thée And shall thée marrie solemly yea honored shalt thou bée Of all the Mothers greate and small throughout the townes of Gréece For sauing of their sonnes that come to fetch the golden fléece And shall I then leaue brother sister father kith and kin And household Gods and natiue soyle and all that is therein And saile I know not whither with a straunger yea why not My father surely cruell is my Countrie rude God wot My brother yet a verie babe my sister I dare say Contented is with all hir heart that I should go away The greatest God is in my selfe the things I doe forsake Are trifles in comparison of those that I shall take For sauing of the Gréekish ship renoumed shall I bée A better place I shall enioy with Cities riche and frée Whose fame doth florish fresh euen here and people that excell In ciuill life and all good Artes and whome I would not sell For all the goods within the worlde Duke Aesons noble sonne Whome had I to my lawfull Féere assuredly once wonne Most happie yea and blest of God I might my selfe account And with my head aboue the starres to heauen I should surmount But men report that certaine rockes I know not what doe méete Amid the waues and monstruously againe a sunder fléete And how Charybdis vtter foe to ships that passe thereby Now sowpeth in now speweth out the Sea incessantly And rauening Scylla being hemde with cruell dogs about Amids the gulfe of Sicilie doth make a barking out What skilleth that As long as I enioy the thing I loue And hang about my Iasons necke it shall no whit me moue To saile the daungerous Seas as long as him I may embrace I cannot surely be afraide in any kinde of case Or if I chaunce to be afraide my feare shall only tende But for my husband Callste thou him thy husband doste pretende Gay titles to thy foule offence Medea nay not so But rather looke about how great a lewdnesse thou doste go And shun the mischiefe while thou mayst She had no sooner said These wordes but right and godlinesse and shamefastnesse were staid Before hir eyes and frantick loue did flie away dismaid She went me to an Altar that was dedicate of olde To Perseys daughter Hecate of whome the witches holde As of their Goddesse standing in a thicke and secrete wood So close it coulde not well be spide and now the raging mood Of furious loue was well alaide and clearely put to flight When spying Aesons sonne the flame that séemed quenched quight Did kindle out of hand againe Hir chéekes began to glowe And flushing ouer all hir face the scarlet bloud did flowe And euen as when a little sparke that was in ashes hid Uncouered with the whisking windes is from the ashes rid Efâ—soones it taketh nourishment and kindleth in such wise That to his former strength againe and flaming it doth rise Euen so hir quailed loue which late ye would haue thought had quight Bene vanisht out of minde as soone as Iason came in sight Did kindle to his former force in vewing of the grace With which he did auaunce himselfe then comming there in place And as it chaunced farre more faire and beautifull of face She thought him then than euer erst but sure it doth behoue Hir iudgement should be borne withall bicause she was in loue She gapte and gased in his face with fixed staring eyen As though she neuer had him séene before that instant time So farre she was beside hir selfe â—he thought it should not bée The face of any worldly wight the which she then did sée She was not able for hir life to turne hir eyes away But when he tooke hir by the hand and speaking gan to pray Hir softly for to succor him and promisde faithfully To take hir to his wedded wife she falling by and by A wéeping said Sir
ageine the hooked iron stacke And when the same was pulled out the blood a mayne ensewd At both the holes with poyson foule of Lerna Snake embrewd This blood did Nessus take and said within himselfe well fith I needes must dye yet will I not dye vnreuendgd And with The same he staynd a shirt and gaue it vnto Dyanyre Assuring hir it had the powre too kindle Cupids fyre A greate whyle after when the déedes of worthy Hercules Were such as filled all the world and also did appease The hatred of his stepmother As he vppon a day With conquest from Oechalia came and was abowt to pay His vowes to Ioue vppon the Mount of Cenye tatling fame Who in reporting things of truth delyghts too sauce the same With tales and of a thing of nowght dooth euer greater grow Through false and newly forged lyes that shée hirself dooth sow Told Dyanyre that Hercules did cast a liking too A Ladie called Iölee â–ª And Dyanyra whoo Was iealous ouer Hercules gaue credit too the same And when that of a Leman first the tidings too hir came She being striken too the hart did fall too teares alone And in a lamentable wise did make most wofull mone Anon she said what méene theis teares thus gushing froÌ„ myne eyen My husbands Leman will reioyce at theis same teares of myne Nay sith she is too come the best it were too shonne delay And for too woork sum new deuyce and practyse whyle I may Béefore that in my bed her limbes the filthy strumpet lay And shall I then complayne or shall I hold my toong with skill Shall I returne too Calydon or shall I tarry still Or shall I get me out of doores and let them haue their will What if that I Meleager remembring mée too bée Thy suster too attempt sum act notorious did agrée And in a harlots death did shew that all the world myght sée What greef can cause the womankynd too enterpryse among And specially when therevntoo they forced are by wrong With wauering thoughts ryght violeÌ„tly her mynd was tossed loÌ„g At last shée did preferre before all others for too send The shirt bestayned with the blood of Nessus too the end Too quicken vp the quayling loue And so not knowing what She gaue she gaue her owne remorse and gréef too â—ychas that Did know as little as herself and wretched woman shee Desyrd him gently too her Lord presented it too sée The noble Prince receyuing it without mistrust therein Did weare the poyson of the Snake of Lerna next his skin Too offer incense and too pray too Ioue he did begin And on the Marble Altar he full boawles of wyne did shed When as the poyson with the heate resoluing largely spred Through all the limbes of Hercules As long as ere he could The stoutnesse of his haâ—t was such that sygh no whit he would But when the mischeef grew so great all pacience too surmount He thrust the altar from him streight and filled all the mount Of Oeta with his roring out He went about too teare The deathfull garment from his backe but where he pulled there He pulld away the skin and which is lothsum too report It eyther cleaued too his limbes and members in such sort As that he could not pull it oâ— or else it tare away The flesh that bare his myghty bones and grisly sinewes lay The scalding venim boyling in his blood did make it hisse As when a gad of stéele red whot in water quenched is There was no measure of his paine The frying venim hent His inwards and a purple swet from all his body went His findged sinewes shrinking crakt and with a secret strength The poyson euen within his bones the Marée melts at length And holding vp his hands too heauen he sayd with hideous réere O Saturnes daughter féede thy selfe on my distresses héere Yea féede and cruell wyght this plage behold thou from aboue And glut thy sauage hart therewith Or if thy fo may moue Thée vntoo pitie for too thée I am an vtter so Beréeue mée of my hatefull soule distrest with helplesse wo And borne too endlesse toyle For death shall vntoo mee bee swéete And for a cruell stepmother is death a gift most méete And is it I that did destroy Busiris who did foyle His temple floores with straungers blood I st I that did dispoyle Antaeus of his moothers help I st I that could not bée Abashed at the Spanyard who in one had bodies thrée Nor at the trypleheaded shape O Cerberus of thée Are you the hands that by the hornes the Bull of Candie drew Did you king Augies stable clenze whom afterward yée slew Are you the same by whom the fowles were sâ—aard from Stymphaly Caught you the Stag in Maydenwood which did not runne but fly Are you the hands whose puissance receyued for your pay The golden belt of Thermodon Did you conuey away The Apples from the Dragon fell that waked nyght and day Ageinst the force of mée defence the Centaures could not make Nor yit the Boare of Arcadie nor yit the ougly Snake Of Lerna who by losse did grow and dooble force still take What is it I that did behold the pampred Iades of Thrace With Maungers full of flesh of men on which they fed a pace I st I that downe at syght thereof theyr greazy Maungers threw And bothe the fatted Iades themselues and â—ke their mayster slew The Nemean Lyon by theis armes lyes dead vppon the ground Theis armes the monstrâ—ous Giant Cake by Tyber did confound Uppon theis shoulders haue I borne the weyght of all the skie Ioues cruell wyfe is wéerye of commaunding mée Yit I Unwéerie am of dooing still But now on mee is lyght An vncoth plage which neyther force of hand nor vertues myght Nor Arte is able too resist Like wasting fyre it spréedes Among myne inwards and through out on all my body féedes But all this whyle Eurysthye liues in health And sum men may Beeleue there bée sum Goddes in déede Thus much did Hercule say And wounded ouer Oeta hygh he stalking gan too stray As when a Bull in maymed bulk a deadly Dart dooth beare And that â–ª the dooer of the déede is shrunke asyde for feare Oft syghing myght you him haue séene oft trembling oft about Too teare the 〈◊〉 with his hands from top too to throughoâ—t And throwing downe the myghtye trées and chaufing with the hilles Or casting vp his handes too heauen where Ioue his father dwelles Behold as Lychas trembling in a hollow rock did lurk He spyed him And as his gréef did all in furie woork He sayd Art thou syr Lychas he that broughtest vntoo mée This plagye present of my death must thou the woorker bée Hée quaakt and shaakt and looked pale and fearfully gan make Excuse But as with humbled hands hee knéeling too him spake The furioâ—s Hercule caught him vp and swindging him about His head a halfe a doozen tymes or more he
that Phoebus had the cause of this greate honor béene Yit thought he not the same ynough And therfore did he wryght His syghes vppon the leaues thereof and so in colour bryght The flowre hath 〈◊〉 writ theron which letters are of gréef So small the Spartanes thought the birth of Hyacinth repréeâ— Unto them that they woorship him from that day vntoo this And as their fathers did before so they doe neuer misse With solemne pomp too celebrate his feast from yéere too yéere But if perchaunce that Amathus the rich in mettals wéere Demaunded if it would haue bred the Propets it would sweare Yea euen as gladly as the folke whose brewes sumtyme did beare A payre of welked hornes whereof they Cerastes named are Before theyr doore an Altar stood of Ioue that takes the care Of alyents and of trauellers which lothsome was too sée For lewdnesse wrought theron If one that had a straunger bée Had lookt thereon he would haue thought there had on it béene killd Sum sucking calues or lambes The blood of strauÌ„gers there was spilld Dame Venus sore offended at this wicked sacrifyse Too leaue her Cities and the land of Cyprus did deuyse But then bethinking her shée sayd What hath my pleasant ground What haue my Cities trespassed what fault in them is found Nay rather let this wicked race by exyle punnisht béene Or death or by sum other thing that is a meane betwéene Both death and exyle what is that saue only for too chaunge Theyr shape In musing with herself what figure were most straunge Shée cast her eye vppon a horne And therewithall shée thought The same too bée a shape ryght méete vppon them too bée brought And so shée from theyr myghty limbes theyr natiue figure tooke And turnd them intoo boystous Bulles with grim and cruell looke Yit durst the filthy Propets stand in stiffe opinion that Dame Venus was no Goddesse till shée béeing wroth thereat Too make theyr bodies common first compelld them euerychone And after chaungd theyr former kynd For when that shame was gone And that they wexed brazen faast shée turned them too stone In which betwéene their former shape was diffrence small or none Whom forbycause Pygmalion saw too leade theyr lyfe in sin Offended with the vice whereof greate store is packt within The nature of the womankynd he led a single lyfe And long it was ere he could fynd in hart too take a wyfe Now in the whyle by wondrous Art an image he did graue Of such proportion shape and grace as nature neuer gaue Nor can too any woman giue In this his worke he tooke A certaine loue The looke of it was ryght a Maydens looke And such a one as that yée would beléeue had lyfe and that Would moued bée if womanhod and reuerence letted not So artificiall was the work He woondreth at his Art And of his counterfetted corse conceyueth loue in hart He often toucht it féeling if the woork that he had made Were verie flesh or Iuorye still Yit could he not perswade Himself too think it Iuory For he oftentymes it kist And thought it kissed him ageine He hild it by the fist And talked too it He beléeued his fingars made a dint Uppon her flesh and feared least sum blacke or broosed print Should come by touching ouer hard Sumtyme with pleasant boords And wanton toyes he dalyingly dooth cast foorth amorous woords Sumtime the giftes wherein yong Maydes are wonted too delyght He brought her owches fyne round stones and Lillyes fayre whyghâ— â–ª And pretie singing birds and flowres of thousand sorts and hew And peynted ballâ—s and Amber from the trée distilled new In gorgeous garments furthermore he did her also decke And on her fingars put me rings and cheynes about her necke Riche perles were hanging at her eares and tablets at her brest All kynd of things became her well And when she was vndrest Shée sâ—emed not lesse beawtifull He layd her in a bed The which with scarleâ— dyde in Tyre was richly ouerspred And terming her 〈◊〉 bedfellow he couched downe hir head Uppon a 〈…〉 though shée could haue felt the same The feas◠〈◊〉 Venus hallowed through the I le of Cyprus camâ— And Bullocks whyght with gilden hornes were slayne for sacrifyse And vp too heauen of frankincence the smoky fume did ryse When as Pygmalion hauing dooâ—e his dutye that same day Béefore the altar standing thus with fearefull hart did say If that you Goddes can all things giue then let my wife I pray He durst not say bée yoonsame wench of Iuory but bée léeke My wench of Iuory Venus who was nought at all to séeke What such a wish as that did méene then present at her feast For handsell of her fréendly helpe did cause thrée tymes at least The fyre to kindle and to spyre thryse vpward in the ayre Assoone as he came home streyght way Pygmalion did repayre Unto the Image of his wench and leaning on the bed Did kisse hir In her body streyght a warmenesse séemd too spred He put his mouth againe to hers and on her brest did lay His hand The Iuory wexed soft and putting quyght away All hardnesse yéelded vnderneathe his fingars as wée sée A péece of wax made soft ageinst the Sunne or drawen too bée In diuers shapes by chaufing it betwéene ones handes and so To serue to vses He amazde stood wauering too and fro Twéene ioy and feare too bée béeguyld ageine he burnt in loue Ageine with féeling he began his wisshed hope too proue He felt it verrye flesh in déede By laying on his thumb He felt her pulses beating Then he stood no longer dumb But thanked Venus with his hart and at the length he layd His mouth to hers who was as then become a perfect mayd Shee felt the kisse and blusht therat and lifting fearefully Hir eyelidds vp hir Louer and the light at once did spye The mariage that her selfe had made the Goddesse blessed so That when the Moone with fulsum lyght nyne tymes her course had go This Ladye was deliuered of a Sun that Paphus hyght Of whom the Iland takes that name Of him was borne a knyght Calld Cinyras who had he had none issue surely myght Of all men vnderneathe the sun béene thought the happyest wyght Of wicked and most cursed things to speake I now commence Yée daughters and yée parents all go get yée farre from hence Or if yée mynded bée to héere my tale beleeue mée nought In this béehalfe ne think that such a thing was euer wrought Or if yée will béeléeue the déede beléeue the vengeance too Which lyghted on the partye that the wicked act did doo But if that it be possible that any wyght so much From nature should degenerate as for to fall to such A heynous cryme as this is I am glad for Thracia I Am glad for this same world of ours yea glad excéedingly I am for this my natiue soyle for that there is such space Betwéene it
timber choke His chappes let weyght enforce his death in stead of wounding stroke This sayd by chaunce he gets a trée blowne downe by blustring blasts Of Southerne wynds and on his fo with all his myght it casts And gaue example too the rest too doo the like Within A whyle the shadowes which did hyde mount Pehon waxed thin And not a trée was left vppon mount Othris ere they went Sir Cenye vnderneathe this greate howge pyle of timber pent Did chauf and on his shoulders hard the heauy logges did beare But when aboue his face and head the trées vp stacked were So that he had no venting place too drawe his breth One whyle He faynted and anotherwhyle he heaued at the pyle Too tumble downe the loggs that lay so heauy on his backe And for too winne the open ayre ageine aboue the stacke As if the mountayne Ida lo which yoonder we doo sée So hygh by earth quake at a tyme should chaunce to shaken bée Men dowt what did become of him Sum hold opinion that The burthen of the woodes had driuen his soule too Limbo flat But Mopsus sayd it was not so For he did sée a browne Bird flying from amid the stacke and towring vp and downe It was the first tyme and the last that euer I behild That fowle When Mopsus softly saw him soring in the féeld He looked wistly after him and cryed out on hye Hayle péerlesse perle of Lapith race hayle Ceny late ago A valeant knyght and now a bird of whom there is no mo The author caused men beléeue the matter too bee so Our sorrow set vs in a rage It was too vs a gréef That by so many foes one knyght was killd without reléef Then ceast wee not too wreake our â—éene till most was slaine in fyght And that the rest discomfitâ—d were fled away by nyght As Nestor all the processe of this battell did reherce Betwéene the valeant Lapithes and misshapen Centavvres ferce Tlepolemus displeased sore that Hercules was past With silence could not hold his peace but out theis woordes did cast My Lord I muse you should forget my fathers prayse so quyght For often vntoo mée himself was woonted too recite How that the clowdbred folk by him were chéefly put too flyght Ryght sadly Nestor answerd thus Why should you mée constreyne Too call too mynd forgotten gréefs and for to réere ageine The sorrowes now outworne by tyme or force mée too declare The hatred and displeasure which I too your father bare In sooth his dooings greater were than myght bée well beléeued He fild the world with high renowme which nobly he atchéeued Which thing I would I could denye For neyther set wee out Deïphobus Polydamas nor Hector that most stout And valeant knyght the strength of Troy For whoo will prayse his fo Your father ouerthrew the walles of Messen long ago And razed Pyle and Ely townes vnwoorthye seruing so And feerce ageinst my fathers house hée vsde bothe swoord and fyre And not too speake of others whom he killed in his tre Twyce six wée were the sonnes of Nele all lusty gentlemen Twyce six of vs excepting mée by him were murthred then The death of all the rest myght seeme a matter not so straunge But straunge was Periclymens death whoo had the powre too chaunge And leaue and take what shape he list by Neptune too him giuen The founder of the house of Nele For when he had béene driuen Too try all shapes and none could help he last of all became The fowle that in his hooked féete dooth beare the flasshing flame Sent downe from heauen by Iupiter He practising those birds With flapping wings and bowwing beake and hooked talants girds At Hercle and béescratcht his face Too certeine I may say Thy father amde his shaft at him For as hée towring lay Among the clowdes he hit him vnderneath the wing The stroke Was small Howbéet bycause therwith the sinewes being broke He wanted strength too maynteine flyght he fell me too the ground Through weakenesse of his wing The shaft that sticked in the wound By reason of the burthen of his bodye perst his syde And at the leftsyde of his necke all bloodye foorth did glyde Now tell mée O thou beawtyfull Lord Amirall of the fléete Of Rhodes if mée too speake the prayse of Hercle it bée méete But least that of my brothers deathes men think I doo desyre A further vendge than silence of the prowesse of thy syre I loue thée euen with all my hart and take thée for my fréend When Nestor of his pleasant tales had made this fréendly end They called for a boll of wyne and from the table went And all the resdew of the nyght in sléeping soundly spent But neptune like a father tooke the matter sore too hart That Cygnet too a Swan he was constreyned too conuert And hating féerce Achilles he did wreake his cruell téene Uppon him more vncourteously than had beséeming béene For when the warres well neere full twyce fyue yéeres had lasted Hée Unshorne Apollo thus bespake O neuew vntoo mée Most déere of all my brothers impes who helpedst mée too lay Foundation of the walles of Troy for which we had no pay And canst thou syghes forbeare too sée the Asian Empyre fall And dooth it not lament thy hart when thou too mynd doost call So many thousand people slayne in kéeping Ilion wall Or too th entent particlerly I doo not speake of all Remembrest thou not Hectors Ghost whoo harryed was about His towne of Troy where nerethelesse Achilles that same stout And farre in fyght more butcherly whoo stryues with all his myght Too stroy the woorke of mée and thée liues still in healthfull plyght â–ª If euer hée doo come within my daunger he shall féele What force is in my tryple mace But sith with swoord of stéele I may not méete him as my fo I pray thée vnbéeware Go kill him with a sodeine shaft and rid mée of my care Apollo did consent as well his vncle for too please As also for a pryuate grudge himself had for too ease And in a clowd he downe among the host of Troy did slyde Where Paris dribbling out his shaftes among the Gréekes hée spyde And telling him what God he was sayd wherfore doost thou waast Thyne arrowes on the simple sort It any care thou haste Of those that are thy fréendes go turne ageinst Achilles head And like a man reuendge on him thy brothers that are dead In saying this he brought him where Achilles with his brond Was beating downe the Troiane folk and leueld so his hond As that Achilles tumbled downe starke dead vppon the lond This was the onely thing wherof the old king Priam myght Take comfort after Hectors death That stout and valeant knyght Achilles whoo had ouerthrowen so many men in fyght Was by that coward carpet knyght béeréeued of his lyfe Whoo like a caytif stale away the Spartane princes wyfe But if of
lust Of one what God so ere he was disdeyning former fare Too cram that cruell croppe of his with fleshmeate did not spare He made a way for wickednesse And first of all the knyfe Was staynd with blood of sauage beastes in ridding them of lyfe And that had nothing béene amisse if there had béene the stay For why wée graunt without the breach of godlynesse wée may By death confound the things that séeke too take our lyues away But as too kill them reason was euen so agein theyr was No reason why too eate theyr flesh This leawdnesse thence did passe On further still Wheras there was no sacrifyse beforne The Swyne bycause with hoked groyne he wrooted vp the corne And did deceyue the tillmen of theyr hope next yéere thereby Was déemed woorthy by desert in sacrifyse too dye The Goate for byghting vynes was slayne at Bacchus altar whoo Wreakes such misdéedes Theyr owne offence was hurtful to theis twoo But what haue you poore shéepe misdoone a cattell méeke and méeld Created for too maynteine man whoos 's fulsomme duggs doo yéeld Swéete Nectar whoo dooth clothe vs with your wooll in soft aray Whoose lyfe dooth more vs benefite than dooth your death farreway What trespasse haue the Oxen doone a beast without all guyle Or craft vnhurtfull simple borne too labour euery whyle In fayth he is vnmyndfull and vnwoorthy of increace Of corne that in his hart can fynd his tilman too releace From plowgh too cut his throte that in his hart can fynde I say Those neckes with hatchets of too strike whoos 's skinne is worne away With labring ay for him whoo turnd so oft his land most tough Whoo brought so many haruestes home yit is it not ynough That such a great outrageousenesse committed is They father Theyr wickednesse vppon the Goddes And falsly they doo gather That in the death of peynfull Ox the hyghest dooth delyght A sacrifyse vnblemished and fayrest vntoo syght For beawtye woorketh them theyr bane adornd with garlonds and With glittring gold is cyted at the altar for too stand There héere 's he woordes he wotes not what y â— which y â— préest dooth pray And on his forehead suffereth him betwéene his hornes too lay The eares of corne that he himself hath wrought for in the clay And stayneth with his blood the knyfe that he himself perchaunce Hathe in the water shéere ere then behild by soodein glaunce Immediatly they haling out his hartstrings still aliue And poring on them séeke therein Goddes secrets too reâ—ryue Whence commes so gréedy appetyte in men of wicked meate And dare yée O yée mortall men aduenture thus too eate Nay doo not I beséeche yée so But giue good â—are and héede Too that that I shall warne you of and trust it as your créede That whensoeuer you doo eate your Oxen you deuowre Your husbandmen And forasmuch as God this instant howre Dooth moue my toong too speake I will obey his heauenly powre My God Apollos temple I will set you open and Disclose the woondrous heauens themselues and make you vnderstand The Oracles and secrets of the Godly maiestye Greate things and such as wit of man could neuer yit espye And such as haue béene hidden long I purpose too descrye I mynd too leaue the earth and vp among the starres too slye I mynd too leaue this grosser place and in the clowdes too flye And on stowt Atlas shoulders strong too rest my self on hye And looking downe from heauen on men that wander heere and there In dreadfull feare of death as though they voyd of reason were Too giue them exhortation thus and playnely too vnwynd The whole discourse of destinie as nature hath assignd O men amaazd with dread of death why feare yée Limbo Styx And other names of vanitie which are but Poets tricks And perrills of another world all false surmysed géere For whither fyre or length of tyme consume the bodyes héere Yee well may thinke that further harmes they cannot suffer more For soules are frée from death Howbéet they liuing euermore Theyr former dwellings are receyud and liue ageine in new For I myself ryght well in mynd I beare it too be trew Was in the tyme of Troian warre Euphorbus Panthevves sonne Quyght through whoos 's hart the deathfull speare of Menelay did ronne I late age in Iunos Church at Argos did behold And knew the target which I in my left hand there did hold Al things doo chauÌ„ge But nothing sure dooth perrish This same spright Dooth fléete and fisking héere and there dooth swiftly take his flyght From one place too another place and entreth euery wyght Remouing out of man too beast and out of beast too man But yit it neuer perrisheth nor neuer perrish can And euen as supple wax with ease receyueth fygures straunge And kéepes not ay one shape ne bydes assured ay from chaunge And yit continueth alwayes wax in substaunce So I say The soule is ay the selfsame thing it was and yit astray It fléeteth intoo sundry shapes Therfore least Godlynesse Bée vanquisht by outragious lust of belly beastlynesse Forbeare I speake by prophesie your kinsfolkes ghostes too chace By slaughter neyther nourish blood with blood in any cace And sith on open sea the wynds doo blow my sayles apace In all the world there is not that that standeth at a stay Things eb and flow and euery shape is made too passe away The tyme itself continually is fléeting like a brooke For neyther brooke nor lyghtsomme tyme can tarrye still But looke As euery waue dryues other foorth and that that commes behynd Bothe thrusteth and is thrust itself Euen so the tymes by kynd Doo fly and follow bothe at once and euermore renew For that that was before is left and streyght there dooth ensew Anoother that was neuer erst Eche twincling of an eye Dooth chaunge Wée see that after day commes nyght and darks the sky And after nyght the lyghtsum Sunne succéedeth orderly Like colour is not in the heauen when all things wéery lye At midnyght â—ound a sléepe as when the daystarre cléere and bryght Commes foorth vppon his milkwhyght stéede Ageine in other plyght The morning Pallants daughter fayre the messenger of lyght Deliuereth intoo Phebus handes the world of cléerer hew The circle also of the sonne what â—yme it ryseth new And when it setteth looketh red â–ª but when it mounts most hye Then lookes it whyght bycause that there the nature of the skye Is better and from filthye drosse of earth dooth further flye The image also of the Moone that shyneth ay by nyght Is neuer of one quantitie For that that giueth lyght Too day is lesser than the next that followeth till the full And then contrarywyse eche day her lyght away dooth pull What seest thou not how that the yéere as representing playne The age of man departes itself in quarters fowre first bayne And tender in the spring it is euen like a sucking babe Then gréene and
interchaungeably it one whyle dooth remayne A female and another whyle becommeth male againe The creature also which dooth liue by only aire and wynd All colours that it leaneth too dooth counterfet by kynd The Grapegod Bacchus when he had subdewd the land of Inde Did fynd a spotted beast cald Lynx whoos 's vrine by report By towching of the open aire congealeth in such sort As that it dooth becomme a stone So Corall which as long As water hydes it is a shrub and soft becommeth strong And hard assoone as it dooth towch the ayre The day would end And Phebus panting stéedes should in the Ocean déepe descend Before all alterations I in woordes could comprehend So sée wée all things chaungeable One nation gathereth strength Another wexeth weake and bothe doo make exchaunge at length So Troy which once was great and strong as well in welth as men And able tenne yéeres space too spare such store of blood as then Now béeing bace hath nothing left of all her welth too showe Saue ruines of the auncient woorkes which grasse dooth ouergrowe And tumbes wherin theyr auncetours lye buryed on a rowe Once Sparta was a famous towne Great Mycene florisht trim Bothe Athens and Amphions towres in honor once did swim A pelting plot is Sparta now great Mycene lyes on ground Of Theab the towne of Oedipus what haue we more than sound Of Athens king Pandions towne what resteth more than name Now also of the race of Troy is rysing so sayth fame The Citie Roome which at the bank of Tyber that dooth ronne Downe from the hill of Appennyne already hath begonne With great aduysement for too lay foundation of her state This towne then chaungeth by increase the forme it had alate And of the vniuersall world in tyme to comme shall hold The souereintye so prophesies and lotts men say haue told And as I doo remember mee what tyme that Troy decayd The prophet Helen Priams sonne theis woordes ensewing sayd Before Aenaeas dowting of his lyfe in wéeping plyght O Goddesse sonne beléeue mée if thou think I haue foresyght Of things too comme Troy shalnot quyght decay whyle thou doost liue Bothe fyre and swoord shall vntoo thée thy passage fréely giue Thou must from hence and Troy with thée conuey away in haste Untill that bothe thyself and Troy in forreine land bée plaast More fréendly than thy natiue soyle Moreouer I foresée A Citie by the ofspring of the Troians buylt shall bée So great as neuer in the world the lyke was séene before Nor is this present neyther shall be séene for euermore A number of most noble péeres for manye yéeres afore Shall make it strong and puyssant But hée that shall it make The souereine Ladye of the world by ryght descent shall take His first beginning from thy sonne the little Iule And when The earth hathe had her tyme of him the sky and welkin then Shall haue him vp for euermore and heauen shall bée his end Thus farre I well remember mée did Helens woordes extend Too good Aenaeas And it is a pleasure vntoo mée The Citie of my countrymen increasing thus too sée And that the Grecians victorie becommes the Troians weale But least forgetting quyght themselues our horses happe too steale Beyond the mark the heauen and all that vnder heauen is found Dooth alter shape So dooth the ground and all that is in ground And wée that of the world are part considring how wée bée Not only flesh but also sowles which may with passage frée Remoue them intoo euery kynd of beast both tame and wyld Let liue in saufty honestly with slaughter vndefyld The bodyes which perchaunce may haue the sprits of our brothers Our sisters or our parents or the spirits of sum others Alyed too vs eyther by sum fréendshippe or sum kin Or at the least the soules of men abyding them within And let vs not Thyëstes lyke thus furnish vp our boordes With bloodye bowells Oh how leawd example he auoordes How wickedly prepareth he himself too murther man That with a cruell knyfe dooth cut the throte of Calf and can Unmouably giue héering too the lowing of the dam Or sticke the kid that wayleth lyke the little babe or eate The fowle that he himself before had often fed with meate What wants of vtter wickednesse in woorking such a feate What may he after passe too doo well eyther let your stéeres Weare out themselues with woork or else impute theyr death too yéeres Ageinst the wynd and weather cold let Wethers yéeld yée cotes And vdders full of batling milk receyue yée of the Goates Away with sprindges snares and grinnes away with Risp and net Away with guylefull feates for fowles no lymetwiggs sée yée set No feared fethers pitche yée vp too kéepe the Reddéere in Ne with deceytfull bayted hooke séeke fishes for too win If awght doo harme destroy it but destroyt and doo no more Forbeare the flesh and féede your mouthes with fitter foode therfore Men say that Numa furnisshed with such philosophye As this and like returned too his natiue soyle and by Entreatance was content of Roome too take the souereintye Ryght happy in his wyfe which was a nymph ryght happy in His guydes which were the Muses nyne this Numa did begin Too teach Religion by the meanes whereof hée shortly drew That people vntoo peace whoo erst of nought but battell knew And when through age he ended had his reigne and éeke his lyfe Through Latium he was moorned for of man and chyld and wyfe As well of hygh as low degrée His wyfe forsaking quyght The Citie in vale Aricine did hyde her out of syght Among the thickest groues â–ª and there with syghes and playnts did let The sacrifyse of Diane whom Orestes erst had fet From Taurica in Chersonese and in that place had set How oft ah did the woodnymphes and the waternymphes perswade Egeria for too cease her mone what meanes of comfort made They Ah hâ—w often Theseus sonne her wéeping thus bespake O Nymph thy moorning moderate thy sorrow sumwhat slake Not only thou hast cause too hart thy fortune for too take Behold like happes of other folkes and this mischaunce of thyne Shall gréeue thée lesse would God examples so they were not myne Myght comfort thée But myne perchaunce may comfort thée If thou In talk by hap haste heard of one Hippolytus ere now That through his fathers lyght beleefe and stepdames craft was slayne It will a woonder séeme too thée and I shall haue much payne Too make thée too beléeue the thing But I am very hée The daughter of Pasyphae in vayne oft tempting mée My father chamber too defyle surmysde mée too haue sought The thing that shée with al her hart would fayne I should haue wrought And whither it were for feare I should her wickednesse bewray Or else for spyght bycause I had so often sayd her nay Shée chardgd mée with hir owne offence My father by and by Condemning mée did
whyght and twyce a day shée washt Her visage in the spring that from the toppe of Pagase past And in the streame shee twyce a day did bath her limbes and on Her leftsyde or her shoulders came the comlyest things And none But fynest skinnes of choycest beasts Alike eche loued other Toogither they among the hilles roamd vp and downe toogither They went too couert and that tyme toogither they did enter The Lapithes house and there the fray toogither did aduenter A dart on Cyllars left syde came I know not who it sent Which sumwhat vnderneathe his necke his brest a sunder splent As lyghtly as his hart was raazd no sooner was the dart Pluckt out but all his bodye wext stark cold and dyëd swart Immediatly Hylonome his dying limbes vp stayd And put her hand vppon the wound too stoppe the blood and layd Her mouth too his and labored sore too stay his passing spryght But when shée sawe him throughly dead then speaking woordes which might Not too my hearing come for noyse shée stikt herself vppon The weapon that had gored him and dyde with him anon Embracing him béetwéene her armes There also stood before Myne eyes the grim Pheöcomes both man and horse who wore A Lyons skinne vppon his â—acke fast knit with knotts afore He snatching vp a timber log which scarcely twoo good téeme Of Oxen could haue stird did throwe the same with force extréeme At Phonolenyes sonne The logge him all in fitters strake And of his head the braynepan in a thousand peeces brake That at his mouth his eares and eyes and at his nosethrills too His crusshed brayne came roping out as creame is woont too doo From siues or riddles made of wood or as a Cullace out From streyner or from Colender But as he went about Too strippe him from his harnesse as he lay vppon the ground Your father knoweth this full well my sword his gutts did wound Teleboäs and Cthonius bothe were also slaine by mée Sir Cthonius for his weapon had a forked bough of trée The toother had a dart His dart did wound mée you may sée The scarre therof remayning yit Then was the tyme that I Should sent haue béene too conquer Troy Then was the tyme that I Myght through my force and prowesse if not vanquish Hector stout Yit at the least haue hilld him wag I put you out of Dout. But then was Hector no body or but a babe And now Am I forspent and worne with yéeres What should I tell you how Piretus dyde by Periphas Or wherefore should I make Long processe for too tell you of sir Ampycus that strake The fowrefoote Oecle on the face with dart of Cornell trée The which had neyther head nor poynt Or how that Macaree Of Mountaine Pelithronye with a leauer lent a blowe Too Erigdupus on the brest which did him ouerthrowe Full well I doo remember that Cymelius threw a dart Which lyghted full in Nesseyes flank about his priuie part And think not you that Mops the sonne of Ampycus could doo No good but onely prophesye This stout Odites whoo Had bothe the shapes of man and horse by Mopsis dart was slayne And labouring for too speake his last he did but striue in vayne For Mopsis dart toogither nayld his toong and neather chappe And percing through his throte did make a wyde and deadly gappe Fyue men had Cene already slayne theyr wounds I cannot say The names and nomber of them all ryght well I beare away The names of them were Stiphelus and Brome and Helimus Pyracmon with his forest bill and stout Antimachus Out steppes the biggest Centavvre there howge Latreus armed in Alesus of Aemathias spoyle slayne late before by him His yéeres were mid twéene youth and age his courage still was yoong And on his abrun head hore heares péerd héere and there amoong His furniture was then a swoord a target and a lawnce Aemathian like Too bothe the parts he did his face aduaunce And brandishing his weapon braue in circlewyse did prawnce About and stoutly spake theis woordes And must I beare with yow Dame Cenye for none other than a moother I auow No better than a moother will I couâ—t thée whyle I liue Remembrest not what shape by birth dame nature did the giue Forgettst thou how thou purchasedst this counterfetted shape Of man Consyderest what thou art by birth and how for rape Thou art become the thing thou art Go take thy distaffe and Thy spindle and in spinning yarne go exercyse thy hand Let men alone with feates of armes As Latreus made this stout And scornefull taunting in a ring still turning him about This Cenye with a dart did hit him full vppon the syde Where as the horse and man were ioynd toogither in a hyde The strype made Latreus mad and with his lawnce in rage he stracke Uppon sir Cenyes naked ribbes The lawnce rebounded backe Like haylestones from a tyled house or as a man should pat Small stones vppon a dromslets head He came more néere with that And in his brawned syde did stryue too thrust his swoord There was No way for swoord too enter in Yit shalt thou not so passe My handes sayd he Well sith the poynt is blunted thou shalt dye Uppon the edge and with that woord he fetcht his blow awrye And sydling with a swéeping stroke along his belly smit The strype did giue a clinke as if it had on marble hit And therewithall the swoord did breake and on his necke did lyght When Ceny had sufficiently giuen Latreus leaue too smyght His flesh which was vnmaymeable Well now ê™ he le ts see If my swoord able bée or no too byght the flesh of thée In saying so his dreadfull swoord as farre as it would go He vnderneathe his shoulder thrust and wrinching too and fro Among his gutts made wound in wound Behold with hydeous crye The dowblemembred Centavvres sore abasht vppon him flye And throwe theyr weapons all at him Theyr weapons downe did fall As if they had rebated béene and Cenye for them all Abydes vnstriken through Yea none was able â—lood too drawe The straungenesse of the cace made all amazed that it sawe Fy fy for shame ê™ Monychus that such a rable can Not ouercome one wyght alone who scarcely is a man Although too say the very truthe he is the man and wée Through fayntnesse that that he was borne by nature for too bée What profits theis huge limbes of ours what helpes our dowble force Or what auayles our dowble shape of man as well as horse By puissant nature ioynd in one I can not thinke that wée Of souereigne Goddesse Iuno were begot or that wée bée Ixions sonnes who was so stout of courage and so hault As that he durst on Iunos loue attempt too giue assault The emny that dooth vanquish vs is scarcely half a man Whelme blocks stones mountaynes whole vppon his hard brayne pan And presse yée out his liuely ghoste with trées Let