voyd of strength and lush and foggye is the blade â–ª And chéeres the husbandman with hope Then all things florish gay The earth with flowres of sundry hew then seemeth for too play And vertue small or none too herbes there dooth as yit belong The yeere from spring tyde passing foorth too sommer wexeth strong Becommeth lyke a lusty youth For in our lyfe through out There is no tyme more plentifull more lusty whote and stout Then followeth Haruest when the heate of youth growes sumwhat cold Rype méeld disposed meane betwixt a yoongman and an old And sumwhat sprent with grayish heare Then vgly winter last Like age steales on with trembling steppes all bald or ouercast With shirle thinne heare as whyght as snowe Our bodies also ay Doo alter still from tyme too tyme and neuer stand at stay Wée shall not bée the same wée were too day or yisterday The day hath béene wée were but séede and only hope of men And in our moothers womb wée had our dwelling place as then Dame Nature put too conning hand and suffred not that wée Within our moothers streyned womb should ay distressod bée But brought vs out too aire and from our prison set vs frée The chyld newborne lyes voyd of strength Within a season tho He wexing fowerfooted lernes like sauage beastes too go Then sumwhat foltring and as yit not firme of foote he standes By getting sumwhat for too helpe his sinewes in his handes From that tyme growing strong and swift he passeth foorth the space Of youth and also wearing out his middle age a pace Through drooping ages stéepye path he ronneth out his race This age dooth vndermyne the strength of former yeares and throwes It downe which thing old Milo by example playnely showes For when he sawe those armes of his which héeretoofore had béene As strong as euer Hercules in woorking deadly téene Of biggest beastes hang flapping downe and nought but empty skin He wept And Helen when shée saw her aged wrincles in A glasse wept also musing in herself what men had séene That by twoo noble princes sonnes shée twyce had rauisht béene Thou tyme the eater vp of things and age of spyghtfull téene Destroy all things And when that long continuance hath them bit You leysurely by lingring death consume them euery whit And theis that wée call Elements doo neuer stand at stay The enterchaunging course of them I will before yée lay Giue héede thertoo This endlesse world conteynes therin I say Fowre substances of which all things are gendred Of theis fower The Earth and Water for theyr masse and weyght are sunken lower The other cowple Aire and Fyre the purer of the twayne Mount vp nought can kéepe theÌ„ downe And though there doo remayne A space betwéene eche one of them yit euery thing is made Of themsame fowre and intoo them at length ageine doo fade The earth resoluing leysurely dooth melt too water shéere The water fyned turnes too aire The aire éeke purged cléere From grossenesse spyreth vp aloft and there becommeth fyre From thence in order contrary they backe ageine retyre Fyre thickening passeth intoo Aire and Ayër wexing grosse Returnes too water Water éeke congealing intoo drosse Becommeth earth No kind of thing kéepes ay his shape and hew For nature louing euer chaunge repayres one shape a new Uppon another â–ª neyther dooth there perrish aught trust mée In all the world but altring takes new shape For that which wée Doo terme by name of being borne is for too gin too bée Another thing than that it was And likewise for too dye Too cease too bée the thing it was And though that varyably Things passe perchaunce from place too place yit all from whence they came Returning doo vnperrisshed continew still the same But as for in one shape bée sure that nothing long can last Euen so the ages of the world from gold too Iron past Euen so haue places oftentymes exchaunged theyr estate For I haue séene it sea which was substanciall ground alate Ageine where sea was I haue séene the same become dry lond And shelles and scales of Seafish farre haue lyen from any strond And in the toppes of mountaynes hygh old Anchors haue béene â—ound Déepe valleyes haue by watershotte béene made of leuell ground And hilles by force of gulling oft haue intoo sea béene worne Hard grauell ground is sumtyme séene where marris was beforne And that that erst did suffer drowght becommeth standing lakes Héere nature sendeth new springs out and there the old in takes Full many riuers in the world through earthquakes heretoofore Haue eyther chaundgd theyr former course or dryde and ronne no more Soo Lycus béeing swallowed vp by gaping of the ground A greatway of fro thence is in another channell found Euen so the riuer Erasine among the feeldes of Arge Sinkes onewhyle and another whyle ronnes greate ageine at large â–ª Caycus also of the land of Mysia as men say Misliking of his former head ronnes now another way In Sicill also Amasene ronnes sumtyme full and hye And sumtyme stopping vp his spring he makes his chanell drye Men drank the waters of the brooke Anigrus heretoofore Which now is such that men abhorre too towche them any more Which commes too passe onlesse wée will discredit Poets quyght Bycause the Centaures vanquisshed by Hercules in fyght Did wash theyr woundes in that same brooke But dooth not Hypanis That springeth in the Scythian hilles which at his fountaine is Ryght pleasant afterward becomme of brackish bitter taste Antissa and Phenycian Tyre and Pharos in tyme past Were compast all about with waues but none of all theis thrée Is now an I le Ageine the towne of Levvcas once was frée From sea and in the auncient tyme was ioyned too the land But now enuirond round about with water it dooth stand Men say that Sicill also hath béene ioynd too Italy Untill the sea consumde the bounds béetwéene and did supply The roome with water If yee go too séeke for Helicee And Burye which were Cities of Achaia you shall sée Them hidden vnder water and the shipmen yit doo showe The walles and stéeples of the townes drownd vnder as they rowe Not farre from Pitthey Troyzen is a certeine high ground found All voyd of trées which héeretoofore was playne and leuell ground But now a mountayne for the wyndes a woondrous thing too say Inclosed in the hollow caues of ground and séeking way Too passe therefro in struggling long too get the open skyeâ— In vayne bycause in all the caue there was no vent wherby Too issue out did stretch the ground and make it swell on hye As dooth a bladder that is blowen by mouth or as the skinne Of horned Goate in bottlewyse when wynd is gotten in The swelling of the foresayd place remaynes at this day still And by continuance waxing hard is growen a pretye hill Of many things that come too mynd by héersay and by skill Of good experience I a
whence all wisdome springs What man is he but would suppose the author of this booke The first foundation of his woorke from Moyses wryghtings tooke â–ª Not only in effect he dooth with Genesis agree But also in the order of creation saue that hee Makes no distinction of the dayes For what is else at all That shapelessâ— rude and pestred heape which Chaos he dooth call Than euen that vniuersall masse of things which God did make In one whole lump before that ech their proper place did take Of which the Byble saith that in the first beginning God Made heauen and earth the earth was waste and darknesse yit abod Uppon the deepe which holy wordes declare vntoo vs playne That fyre ayre water and the earth did vndistinct remayne In one grosse bodie at the first ¶ For God the father that Made all things framing out the world according too the plat Conceyued euerlastingly in mynd made first of all Both heauen and earth vncorporall and such as could not fall As obiects vnder sense of sight and also aire lykewyse And emptynesse and for theis twaine apt termes he did deuyse He called ayer darknesse for the ayre by kynd is darke And emptynesse by name of depth full aptly he did marke For emptynesse is deepe and waste by nature Ouermorâ— He formed also bodylesse as other things before The natures both of water and of spirit And in fyne The lyght which beeing made too bee a patterne most diuine Whereby too forme the fixed starres and wandring planets seuen With all the lyghts that afterward should beawtifie the heauen Was made by God both bodylesse and of so pure a kynd As that it could alonly bee perceyued by the mynd To thys effect are Philos words And certainly this same Is it that Poets in their worke confused Chaos name Not that Gods woorkes at any tyme were pact confusedly Toogither but bicause no place nor outward shape whereby To shew them too the feeble sense of mans deceytfull syght Was yit appointed vntoo things vntill that by his myght And wondrous wisdome God in tyme set open too the eye The things that he before all tyme had euerlastingly Decreëd by his prouidence But let vs further see How Ouids scantlings with the whole true patterne doo agree The first day by his mighty word sayth Moyses God made lyght The second day the firmament which heauen or welkin hyght The third day he did part the earth from sea and made it drie Commaunding it too beare all kynd of frutes abundantly The fowrth day he did make the lyghts of heauen to shyne from hye And stablished a law in them too rule their courses by The fifth day he did make the whales and fishes of the deepe With all the birds and fethered fowles that in the aire doo keepe The sixth day God made euery beast both wyld and tame and woormes That creepe on ground according too their seuerall kynds and foormes And in the image of himself he formed man of clay Too bee the Lord of all his woorkes the very selfsame day This is the sum of Moyses woords And Ouid whether it were By following of the text aright or that his mynd did beare Him witnesse that there are no Gods but one dooth playne vphold That God although he knew him not was he that did vnfold The former Chaos putting it in forme and facion new As may appeere by theis his woordes which vnderneath ensew This sâ—ryfe did God and nature breake and set in order dew The earth from heauen the sea from earth he parted orderly And from the thicke and foggie aire he tooke the lyghtsome skye In theis few lynes he comprehends the whole effect of that Which God did woork the first three dayes about this noble plat And then by distributions he entreateth by and by More largely of the selfsame things and paynts them out too eye With all their bounds and furniture And whereas wee doo fynd The terme of nature ioynd with God according too the mynd Of lerned men by ioyning so is ment none other thing But God the Lord of nature who did all in order bring The distributions beeing doone right lernedly anon Too shew the other three dayes workes he thus proceedeth on The heauenly soyle too Goddes and starres and planets first he gaue The waters next both fresh and salt he let the fishes haue The suttle ayre to flickering fowles and birds he hath assignd The earth too beasts both wyld and tame of sundry sorts and kynd Thus partly in the outward phrase but more in verie deede He seemes according too the sense of scripture too proceede And when he commes to speake of man he dooth not vainly say As sum haue written that he was before all tyme for ay Ne mencioneth mo Gods than one in making him But thus He both in sentence and in sense his meening dooth discusse Howbeâ—it yit of all this whyle the creature wanting was Farre more diuine of nobler mynd which should the resdew passe In depth of knowledge reason wit and hygh capacitee And which of all the resdew should the Lord and ruler bee Then eyther he that made the world and things in order set Of heauenly seede engendred man or else the earth as yet But late before the seedes thereof as yit hild inwardly The which Prometheus tempring streyght with water of the spring Did make in likenesse to the Goddes that gouerne euery thing What other thing meenes Ouid heere by terme of heauenly seede Than mans immortall sowle which is diuine and commes in deede From heauen and was inspyrde by God as Moyses sheweth playne And whereas of Prometheus he seemes too adde a vayne Deuyce as though he ment that he had formed man of clay Although it bee a tale put in for pleasure by the way Yit by thinterpretation of the name we well may gather He did include a misterie and secret meening rather This woord Prometheus signifies a person sage and wyse Of great foresyght who headily will nothing enterpryse It was the name of one that first did images inuent Of whom the Poets doo report that hee too heauen vp went And there stole fyre through which he made his images alyue And therfore that he formed men the Paynims did contryue Now when the Poet red perchaunce that God almyghty by His prouidence and by his woord which euerlastingly Is ay his wisdome made the world and also man to beare His image and too bee the lord of all the things that were Erst made and that he shaped him of earth or slymy clay Hee tooke occasion in the way of fabling for too say That wyse Prometheus tempring earth with water of the spring Did forme it lyke the Gods aboue that gouerne euery thing Thus may Prometheus seeme too bee theternall woord of God His wisdom and his prouidence which formed man of clod And where all other things behold the ground with groueling eye He gaue too man a stately looke replete with
That such destruction vtterly on all mankinde should fall Demaunding what he purposed with all the Earth to doe When that he had all mortall men so cleane destroyde and whoe On holie Altars afterward should offer frankinsence And whother that he were in minde to leaâ—e the Earth fro thence To sauage beastes to wast and spoyle bicause of mans offence The king of Gods bade cease their thought questions in that case And cast the care thereof on him within a little space He promist for to frame a newe an other kinde of men By wondroâ—s meanes vnlike the first to fill the world agen And now his lightning had he thought on all the earth to throw But that he feared least the flames perhaps so hie should grow As for to set the Heauen on fire and burne vp all the skie He did remember furthermore how that by destinie A certaine time should one day come wherein both Sea and Lond And Heauen it selfe shoulde féele the force of Vulâ—ans scorching brond â–ª So that the huge and goodly worke of all the worlde so wide Should go to wrecke for doubt whereof forthwith he laide aside His weapons that the Cyclops made intending to correct Mans trespasse by a punishment contrary in effect And namely with incessant showres from heauen ypoured downe He did determine with himselfe the mortall kinde to drowne In Aeölus prison by and by he fettred Boreas fast With al such winds as chase y â— cloudes or breake theÌ„ with their blast And set at large the Southerne winde who straight with watry wings And dreadfull face as blacke as pitch forth out of prison flings His beard hung full of hideous stormes all dankish was his head With water streaming downe his haire that on his shoulders shead His vgly forehead wrinkled was with foggie mistes full thicke And on his fethers and his breast a stilling dew did sticke Assoone as he betwéene his hands the hanging cloudes had crusht With ratling noyse adowne from heauen the raine full sadly gusht The Rainbow Iunos messenger bedect in sundrie hue To maintaine moysture in the cloudes great waters thither drue The corne was beaten to the grounde the Tilmans hope of gaine For which he toyled all the yeare lay drowned in the raine â–ª Ioues indignation and his wrath began to grow so hot That for to quench the rage thereof his Heauen suffisde not His brother Neptune with his waues was faine to doe him ease Who straight assembling all the streames that fall into the seas Said to them standing in his house Sirs get you home apace You must not looke to haue me vse long preaching in this case Poure out your foree for so is néede your heads ech one vnpende And from your open springs your streames with flowing waters sende He had no sooner said the word but that returning backe Eche one of them vnlosde his spring and let his waters slacke And to the Sea with flowing streames yswolne aboue their bankes One rolling in anothers necke they rushed forth by rankes Himselfe with his threetyned Mace did lend the earth a blow That made it shake and open wayes for waters forth to flow The flouds at randon where they list through all the fields did stray Men beastes trées corne with their gods were Churches washt away If any house were built so strong against their force to stonde Yet did the water hide the top and turrâ—ts in that ponde Were ouerwhelmde no difference was betwéene the sea and ground For all was sea there was no shore nor landing to be found Some climbed vp to tops of hils and some rowde to and fro In Botes where they not long before to plough and Cart did go One ouer corne and tops of townes whome waues did ouerwhelme Doth saile in ship an other sittes a fishing in an Elme In meddowes gréene were Anchors cast so fortune did prouide And crooked ships did shadow vynes the which the floud did hide And where but tother day before did féede the hungry â—ote The vgly Seales and Porkepisces now to and fro did flote The Seanymphes wondred vnder waues the townes and groues to â—ée And Dolphines playd among the tops and boughes of euery trée The grim and gréedy Wolfe did swim among the siely shéepe The Lion and the Tyger fierce were borne vpon the déepe It booted not the foming Boare his crooked tuskes to whet The running Hart coulde in the streame by swiftnesse nothing get The fléeting fowles long hauing sought for land to rest vpon Into the Sea with werie wings were driuen to fall anon Th' outragious swelling of the Sea the lesser hillockes drownde Unwonted waues on highest tops of mountaines did rebownde The greatest part of men were drownde and such as scapte the floode Forlorne with fasting ouerlong did die for want of foode Against the fieldes of Aonie and Atticke lies a lande That Phocis hight a fertile ground while that it was a lande But at that time a part of Sea and euen a champion fielde Of sodaine waters which the floud by forced rage did yéelde Where as a hill with forked top the which Parnasus hight Doth pierce the cloudes and to the starres doth raise his head vpright When at this hill for yet the Sea had whelmed all beside Deucalion and his bedfellow without all other guide Arriued in a little Barke immediatly they went And to the Nymphes of Corycus with full deuout intent Did honor due and to the Gods to whome that famous hill Was sacred and to Themis eke in whose most holie will Consisted then the Oracles In all the world so rounde A better nor more righteous man could neuer yet be founde Than was Deucalion nor againe a woman mayde nor wife That feared God so much as shée nor led so good a life When Ioue behelde how all the worlde stoode lyke a plash of raine And of so many thousand men and women did remaine But one of eche howbeit those both iust and both deuout He brake the Cloudes and did commaund that Boreas with his stout And sturdie blasts should chase the floud that Earth might see the skie And Heauen the Earth the Seas also began immediatly Their raging furie for to cease Their ruler laide awaye His dreadfull Mace and with his wordes their woodnesse did alaye He called Tryton to him straight his trumpetter who stoode In purple robe on shoulder cast aloft vpon the floode And bade him take his sounding Trumpe and out of hand to blow Retreat that all the streames might heare and rease from thence to flow He tooke his Trumpet in his hand hys Trumpet was a shell Of some great Whelke or other â—â—she in facion like a Bell That gathered narrow to the mouth and as it did descende Did waxe more wide and writhen still downe to the nether ende When that this Trumpe amiâ— the Sea was set to Trytons mouth He blew so loude that all the streames both East West North South Might easâ—y heare him blow
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
And at hir going out Feare terror griefe and pensiuâ—nesse for companie she tooke And also madnesse with his sâ—aight and gastly staring looke Within the house of Athamas no sooner foote she set But that the postes began to quake and doores looke blacke as Iet The sonne withdrew him Athamas and eke his wife were cast With ougly sighies in such a feare that out of doores agast They would haue fled There sâ—oode the Fiend and stopt their passage out And splaying forth hir filthie armes beknit with Snakes about Did tosse and waue hir hatefull head The swarme of sâ—aled snakes Did make an irksome noyse to heare as she hir tresses shakes About hir shoulders some did craule some trayling downe hir brest Did hisse and spit out poyson gréene and spirt with tongues infest Then from amyd hir haire two snakes with venymd hand she drew Of which shée one at Athamas and one at Ino threw The snakes did craule about their breasts inspiring in their heart Most grieuous motions of the minde the bodie had no smart Of any wound it was the minde that felt the cruell stings A poyson made in Syrup wise shée also with hir brings The filthie fame of Cerberus the casting of the Snake Echidna bred among the Fennes about the Stygian Lake Desirde of gadding foorth abroad forgetfulnesse of minde Delight in mischiefe woodnesse teares and purpose whole inclinde To cruell murther all the which shée did together grinde And mingling them with new shed bloud had boyled them in brasse And stird them with a Hemblock stalke Now whyle that Athamas And Ino stood and quakte for feare this poyson ranke and fell Shée tourned into both their breastes and made their heartes to swell Then whisking often round about hir head hir balefull brand Shée made it soone by gathering winde to kindle in hir hand Thus as it were in triumph wise accomplishing hir hest To Duskie Plutos emptie Realme shée gettes hir home to rest And putteth of the snarled Snakes that girded in hir brest Immediatly King Aeolus sonne stark madde comes crying out Through all the court what meane yee Sirs why go yée not about To pitch our toyles within this chach I sawe euen nowe here ran A Lyon with hir two yong whelpes And there withall he gan To chase his wyfe as if in déede shée had a Lyon béene And lyke a Bedlem boystouslie he snatcheth from betwéene The mothers armes his little babe Loearchus smyling on him And reaching foorth his preatie armes floong him fiercely from him A twice or thrice as from a slyng and dasht his tender head Against a hard and rugged stone vntill he sawe him dead The wretched mother whither griefe did moue hir therevnto Or that the poyson spred within did force hir so to doe Hould out and frantikly with scattered haire about hir eares And with hir little Melicert whome hastely shée heares In naked armes she cryeth out hoe Bacchus At the name Of Bacâ—hus Iuno gan to laugh and scorning sayde in game This guerden loe thy foster child requiteth for the same There hangs a rocke about the Sea the foote whereof is eate So hollow with the saltish waues which on the same doe beate That like a house it kéepeth off the moysting showers of rayne The toppe is rough and shootes his front amiddes the open mayne Dame Ino madnesse made hir strong did climb this cliffe anon And healong downe without regarde of hurt that hoong thereon Did throwe hir burden and hir selfe the water where shée dasht In sprincling vpwarde glisterd red But Venus sore abasht At this hir Néeces great mischaunce without offence or fault Hir Vncle gently thus bespake O ruler of the hault And swelling Seas O noble Neptune whose dominion large Extendeth to the Heauen whereof the mightie Ioue hath charge The thing is great for which I sew But shewe thou sor my sake Some mercie on my wretched friends whome in thine endlesse lake Thou séeest tossed to and fro Admit thou them among Thy Goddes Of right euen here to mée some fauour doth belong At least wise if amid the Sea engendred erst I were Of Froth as of the which yet still my pleasaunt name I beare Neptunus graunted hir request and by and by bereft them Of all that euer mortall was In sted wherof he left them A hault and stately maiestie and altring them in hew With shape and names most méete for Goddes he did them both endew Leucothoë was the mothers name Palemon was the sonne The Thebane Ladies following hir as fast as they could runne Did of hir féete perceiue the print vpon the vtter stone And taking it for certaine signe that both were dead and gone In making mone for Cadmus house they wrang their hands and tare Their haire and rent their clothes and railde on Iuno out of square As nothing iust but more outragious farre than did behoue In so reuenging of his selfe vpon hir husbands loue The Goddesse Iuno could not beare their railing And in faith You also will I make to be as witnesses she sayth Of my outragious crueltie And so shée did in déede For shée that loued Ino best was following hir with spéede Into the Sea But as shée would hir selfe haue downeward cast Shée could not stirre but to the rock as nailed sticked fast The second as shée knockt hir breast did féele hir armes wax stiffe Another as shée stretched out hir hands vpon the cliffe Was made a stone and there stoode still ay stretching forth hir hands Into the water as before And as an other standes A tearing of hir ruffled lockes hir fingers hardened were And fâ—stned to hir frisled toppe still tearing of hir heare And looke what gesture eche of them was taken in that tide Euen in the same transformde to stones they fastned did abide And some were altered into birds which Cadmies called bée And in that goolfe with flittering wings still to and fro doe flée Nought knoweth Cadmus that his daughter and hir little childe Admitted were among the Goddes that rule the surges wilde Compellde with griefe and great mishappes that had ensewd togither And straunge foretokens often séene since first his comming thither He vtterly forsakes his towne the which he builded had As though the fortune of the place so hardly him bestad And not his owne And fléeting long like pilgrims at the last Upon the coast of Illirie his wife and he were cast Where ny forpind with cares and yeares while of the chaunces past Upon their house and of their toyles and former trauails tane They sadly talkt betwéene themselues was my speare head the bane Of that same ougly Snake of Mars ê™ Cadmus when I fled From Sidon or did I his teeth in ploughed pasture spred If for the death of him the Goddes so cruell vengeaunce take Drawen out in length vpon my wombe then traile I like a snake He had no sooner sayde the worde but that he gan to glide Upon his belly like a Snake And
and law by Ioues commaundement Andromad for hir mothers tongue did suffer punishment Whome to a rocke by both the armes when fastned hée had séene He would haue thought of Marble stone shée had some image béene But that hir tresses to and fro the whisking winde did blowe And trickling teares warme from hir eyes a downe hir chéeks did flow Unwares hereat gan secret sparkes within his breast to glow His wits were straught at sight thereof and rauisht in such wise That how to houer with his wings he scarsly could deuise Assoone as he had stayd himselfe O Ladie faire ê™ hée Not worthie of such bands as these but such wherewith wee sée Togither knâ—t in lawfull bed the earnest louers bée I pray thée tell mée what thy selfe and what this lande is named And wherefore thou dost weare these Chains the Ladie ill ashamed Was at the sodaine striken domb and lyke a fearfull maid Shée durst not speake vnto a man Had not hir handes béene staid She would haue hid hir bashfull face Howbeit as she might With great abundance of hir teares shée stopped vp hir sight But when that Persey oftentimes was earnestly in hand To learne the matter for bicause shée woulde not séeme to stand In stubborne silence of hir faultes shée tolde him what the land And what she hight and how hir mother for hir beauties sake Through pride did vnaduisedly too much vpon hir take And ere shée full had made an ende the water gaâ— to rore An ougly monster from the déepe was making to the shore Which bare the Sea before his breast The Uirgin shrieked out Hir father and hir mother both stood mourning thereabout In wretched ease both twaine but not so wretched as the maid Who wrongly for hir mothers fault the bitter raunsome paid They brought not with them any help but as the time and cace Required they wept and wrang their hands and streightly did embrace Hir bodie fastened to the rock Then Persey them bespake And sayde the time may serue too long this sorrow for to make But time of helpe must eyther now or neuer else be take Now if I Persey sonne of hir whome in hir fathers towre The mightie Ioue begat with childe in shape of golden showre Who cut off ougly Gorgons head bespred with snakish heare And in the ayre durst trust these winges my body for to beare Perchaunce should saue your daughters life I think ye should as then Accept mée for your sonne in lawe before all other men To these great thewes by the help of God I purpose for to adde A iust desert in helping hir that is so hard bestadde I couenaunt with you by my force and manhod for to saue hir Conditionly that to my wife in recompence I haue hir Hir parents tooke his offer streight for who would sticke thereat And praid him faire and promisde him that for performing that They would endow him with the ryght of al their Realme béeside Like as a Gally with hir nose doth cut the waters wide Enforced by the sweating armes of Rowers wyth the tide Euen so the monster with his brest did beare the waues aside And was now come as néere the rocke as well a man myght sâ—ing Amid the pure and vacant aire a pellet from a sâ—ing When on the sodaine Persey pusht his foote against the ground And stied vpward to the clouds his shadow did rebound Upon the sea the beast ran fierce vpon the passing shade And as an Egle when he sées a Dragon in a glade Lie beaking of his blewish backe against the sunnie rayes Doth cease vpon him vnbeware and with his talants layes Sure holde vpon his scalie necke least writhing back his head His cruell téeth might doe him harme So Persey in that stead Discending downe the ayre a maine with all his force and might Did cease vpon the monsters backe and vnderneath the right Finne hard vnto the verie hilt his hooked sworde did smight The monster being wounded sore did sometime leape aloft And sometime vnder water diue bestirring him full oft As doth a chaufed Boare beset with barking Dogges about But Persey with his lightsome wings still kéeping him without The monsters reach with hooked sword doth sometime hew his back Where as the hollow scales giue way and sometime he doth hacke The ribbes on both his maled sides and sometime he doth wound His spindle tayle where into fish it growes most smal and round The Whale at Persey from his mouth such waues of water cast Bemixed with the purple bloud that all bedreint at last His feathers verie heauie were and doubting any more To trust his wings now waxing wet he straight began to sore Up to a rocke which in the calme aboue the water stood But in the tempest euermore was hidden with the flood And leaning therevnto and with his left hand holding iust The top thereof a dozen times his weapon he did thrust Among his guttes The ioyfull noyse and clapping of their hands The which were made for loosening of Andromad from hir bands Fillde all the coast and heauen it selfe The parents of the Maide Cassiope and Cepheus were glad and well appayde And calling him their sonne in law confessed him to bée The helpe and sauegarde of their house Andromade the fée And cause of Perseys enterprise from bondes now beyng frée He washed his victorious hands And least the Snakie heade With lying on the grauell hard should catch some harme he spred Soft leaues and certaine tender twigs that in the water grew And laid Medusas head thereon the twigs yet being new And quicke and full of iuicie pith full lightly to them drew The nature of this monstrous head for both the leafe and bough Full straungely at the touch thereof became both hard and tough The Seanymphes tride this wondrous fact in diuers other roddes And were full glad to sée the chaunge bicause there was no oddes Of leaues or twigs or of the séedes new shaken from the coddes For still like nature euer since is in our Corall founde That looke how soone it toucheth Ayre it waxeth hard and sounde And that which vnder water was a sticke aboue is stone Thrée altars to as many Gods he makes of Turfe anon Upon the left hand Mercuries Mineruas on the right And in the middle Iupiters to Pallas he did dight A Cow a Calfe to Mercurie a Bull to royall Ioue Forthwith he tooke Andromade the price for which he stroue Endowed with hir fathers Realme For now the God of Loue And Hymen vnto mariage his minde in hast did moue Great fires were made of swéete perfumes and eurious garlandes hung About the house which euery where of mirthfull musicke rung The gladsome signe of merie mindes The Pallace gates were set Wide open â–ª none from comming in were by the Porters let All Noblemen and Gentlemen that were of any port To this same great and royall feast of Cephey did resort When hauing taken their repast as well of
this the Poole callde Cyane which beareth greatest fame Among the Nymphes of Sicilie did Algates take the name Who vauncing hir vnto the waste amid hir Poole did know Dame Proserpine and said to Dis ye shall no further go You cannot Ceres sonneinlawe be will she so or no. You should haue sought hir courteously and not enforst hir so And if I may with great estates my simple things compare Anapus was in loue with me but yet he did not fare As you doe now with Proserpine He was content to woo And I vnforst and vnconstreind consented him vntoo This said she spreaded forth hir armes and stopt him of his way His hastie wrath Saturnus sonne no lenger then could stay But chearing vp his dreadfull Stéedes did smight his royall mace With violence in the bottome of the Poole in that same place The ground streight yéelded to his stroke and made him way to Hell And downe the open gap both horse and Chariot headlong fell Dame Cyan taking sore to heart as well the rauishment Of Proserpine against hir will as also the contempt Against hir fountaines priuiledge did shrowde in secret hart An inward corsie comfortlesse which neuer did depart Untill she melting into teares consumde away with smart The selfe same waters of the which she was but late ago The mighty Goddesse now she pines and wastes hirselfe into Ye might haue séene hir limmes wer lithe ye might haue bent hir bones Hir nayles wext soft and first of all did melt the smallest ones As haire and fingars legges and féete for these same slender parts Doe quickly into water turne and afterward conuerts To water shoulder backe brest side and finally in stead Of liuely bloud within hir veynes corrupted there was spred Thinne water so that nothing now remained wherevpon Ye might eake holde to water all consumed was anon The carefull mother in the while did séeke hir daughter deare Through all the world both Sea Land and yet was nere the neare The Morning with hir deawy haire hir slugging neuer found Nor yet the Euening star that brings the night vpon the ground Two seasoned Pynetrées at the mount of Aetna did she light And bare them restlesse in hir handes through all the dankish night Againe as soone as chierfull day did dim the starres she sought Hir daughter still from East to West And being ouerwrought She caught a thirst no liquor yet had come within hir throte By chaunce she spiëd nere at hand a pelting thatched Cote Wyth péeuish doores she knockt thereat and out there commes a trot The Goddesse asked hir some drinke and she denide it not But out she brought hir by and by a draught of merrie go downe And therewithall a Hotchpotch made of steeped Barlie browne And Flaâ—e and Coriander séede and other simples more The which she in an Earthen pot together sod before While Ceres was a eating this before hir gazing stood A hard faaste boy a shrewde pert wag that could no maners good He laughed at hir and in scorne did call hir gréedie gut The Goddesse being worth therewith did on the Hotchpotch put The liquor ere that all was eate and in his face it threw Immediatly the skinne thereof became of speckled hew And into legs his armes did turne and in his altred hide A wrigling tayle streight to his limmes was added more beside And to th' intent he should not haue much powre to worken scathe His bodie in a little roume togither knit she hathe For as with pretie Lucerts he in facion doth agrée So than the Lucert somewhat lesse in euery poynt is he The poore old woman was amazde and bitterly she wept She durst not touche the vncouth worme who into corners crept And of the flecked spottes like starres that on his hide are set A name agréeing therevnto in Latine doth he get It is our Svvift whose skinne with gray and yellow specks is fret What Lands Seas the Goddesse sought it were too loÌ„g to saine The worlde did want And so she went to Sicill backe againe And as in going euery where she serched busily She also came to Cyane who would assuredly Haue tolde hir all things had she not transformed bene before But mouth and tongue for vttrance now would serue hir turne no more Howbeit a token manifest she gaue hir for to know What was become of Proserpine Hir girdle she did show Still houering on hir holie poole which slightly from hir fell As she that way did passe and that hir mother knew too well For when she saw it by and by as though she had but than Bene new aduertisde of hir chaunce she piteously began To rend hir ruffled haire and beate hir handes against hir brest As yet she knew not where she was But yet with rage opprest She curst all landes and said they were vnthankfull euerychone Yea and vnworthy of the fruites bestowed them vpon But bitterly aboue the rest she banned Sicilie In which the mention of hir losse she plainely did espie And therefore there with cruell hand the earing ploughes she brake And man and beast that tilde the grounde to death in anger strake She marrde the féede and eke forbade the fieldes to yéelde their frute The plenteousnesse of that same I le of which there went suche brute Through all the world lay dead the corne was killed in the blade Now too much drought now too much wet did make it for to fade The starres and blasting windes did hurt the hungry soules did eate The corne in ground the Tines and Briars did ouergow the Wheate And other wicked wéedes the corne continually annoy Which neyther tylth nor toyle of man was able to destroy Then Arethuse floud Alpheys loue lifts from hir Elean wauâ—s Hir head and shedding to hir eares hir deawy haire that waues About hir foreheade sayde O thou that art the mother deare Both of the Maiden sought through all the world both far and neare And eke of all the earthly fruites forbeare thine endlesse toyle And be not wroth without a cause with this thy faithfull soyle The Lande deserues no punishment vnwillingly God woâ—e She opened to the Rauisher that violently hir smote It is not sure my natiue soyle for which I thus entreate I am but here a soiourner my natiue soyle and seate Is Pisa and from Ely towne I fetch my first discent I dwell but as a straunger here but sure to my intent This Countrie likes me better farre than any other land Here now I Arethusa dwell here am I setled and I humbly you beseche extend your fauour to the same A time will one day come when you to mirth may better frame And haue your heart more frée from care which better serue me may To tell you why I from my place so great a space doe stray And vnto Ortygie am brought through so great Seas and waues The ground doth giue me passage frée and by the lowest caues Of all the Earth I make my
Candie Ioues owne foster place as long as I there raigne Shall vnto such a monstruous Wight a Harbrow place remaine This said he like a righteous Iudge among his vanquisht foes Set order vnder paine of death Which done he willed those That serued him to go a boorde and Anchors vp to wey When Scylla saw the Candian fléete a flote to go away And that the Captaine yéelded not so good reward as shée Had for hir lewdnesse looked for and when in fine she sée That no entreatance could preuaile then bursting out in ire With stretched hands and scattred haire as furious as the fire She shraming cryëd out aloud And whither doste thou flie Reiecting me the only meanes that thou hast conquerde by O cankerde Churle preferde before my natiue soyle preferd Before my father whither flyste O Carle of heart most hard Whose conquest as it is my sinne so doth it well deserue Reward of thée for that my fault so well thy turne did serue Doth neither thée the gift I gaue nor yet my faithfull loue Nor yet that all my hope on thée alonly rested moue For whither shall I now resort forsaken thus of thée To Megara the wretched soyle of my natiuitie Behold it lieth vanquished and troden vnder foote But put the case it flourisht still yet could it nothing boote I haue foreclosde it to my selfe through treason when I gaue My fathers head to thée Whereby my countriefolke I draue To hate me iustly for my crime And all the Realmes about My lewde example doe abhorre Thus haue I shet me out Of all the world that only Crete might take me in â–ª which if Thou like a Churle denie and cast me vp without relief The Ladie Europ surely was not mother vnto thée But one of Affricke Sirts where none but Serpents fostred bée But euen some cruell Tiger bred in Armen or in Inde Or else the Gulfe Charybdis raisde with rage of Southerne winde Thou wert not got by Ioue ne yet thy mother was beguilde In shape of Bull of this thy birth the tale is false compilde But rather some vnwieldâ—e Bull euen altogither wilde That neuer lowed after Cow was out of doubt thy Sire O father Nisus put thou me to penance for my hire Reioyce thou in my punishment thou towne by me betrayd I haue deserued I confesse most iustly to be payd With death But let some one of theÌ„ that through my lewdnesse smart â–ª Destroy me why doste thou that by my crime a gainer art Commit like crime thy selfe Admit this wicked act of me As to my land and Fatherward in deede most hainous be Yet oughtest thou to take it as a friendship vnto thée But she was méete to be thy wife that in a Cow of trée Could play the Harlot with a Bull and in hir wombe could beare A Barne in whome the shapes of man and beasts confounded were How sayst thou Carle coÌ„pell not these my words thine eares to glow Or doe the windes that driue thy shyps in vaine my sayings blow In faith it is no wonder though thy wife Pasiphaë Preferrde a Bull to thée for thou more cruell wert than he Now wo is me To make more hast it standeth me in hand The water sounds with Ores and hales from me and from my land In vaine thou striuest O thou Churle forgetfull quight of my Desertes for euen in spight of thee pursue thée still will I. Upon thy courbed Keele will I take holde and hanging so Be drawen along the Sea with thée where euer thou do go She scarce had said these words but that she leaped on the waue And getting to the ships by force of strength that Loue hir gaue Upon the King of Candies Kéele in spight of him she claue Whome when hir father spide for now he houered in the aire And being made a Hobby Hauke did soare betwéene a paire Of nimble wings of yron Mayle he soused downe a maine To seaze vpon hir as she hung and would haue torne hir faine With bowing Beake But she â—or feare did let the Caricke go And as she was about to fall the lightsome Aire did so Uphold hir that she could not touch the Sea as séemed tho Anon all â—ethers she became and forth away did flie Transformed to a pretie Bird that â—â—â—eth to the Skie And for bicause like clipped haire hir head doth beare a marke The Gréekes it 〈…〉 and we doe name the same a Larke Assone as Mâ—nos came a land in Crete he by and by Performde his vowes 〈◊〉 Iupiter in causing for to die A hundred Bulles for sacrifice And then he did adorne His Paâ—lace with the enmies spoyles by conquest wonne beforne The slaunder of his house encreast and now appeared more The mothers filthie whoredome by the monster that she bore Of double shape an vgly thing This shamefull infamie This monster borne him by his wife he mindes by pollicie To put away and in a house with many nookes and krinks From all mens sights and speach of folke to shet it vp he thinks Immediatly one Daedalus renowned in that lande For fine deuise and workmanship in building went in hand To make it He confounds his worke with sodaine stops and stayes And with the great vncertaintie of sundrie winding wayes Leades in and out and to and fro at diuers doores astray And as with trickling streame the Brooke Maeander séemes to play In Phrygia and with doubtfull race runnes counter to and fro And méeting with himselfe doth looke if all his streame or no Come after and retiring eft cleane backward to his spring And marching eft to open Sea as streight as any string Indenteth with reuersed streame euen so of winding wayes Unnumerable Daedalus within his worke conuayes Yea scarce himselfe could find the meanes to winde himselfe well out So busie and so intricate the house was all about Within this Maze did Minos shet the Monster that did beare The shape of man and Bull. And when he twise had fed him there With bloud of Atticke Princes sonnes that giuen for tribute were The third time at the ninth yeares end the lot did chaunce to light On Theseus King Aegaeus sonne who like a valiant Knight Did ouercome the Minotaur and by the pollicie Of Minos eldest daughter who had taught him for to tie A clew of 〈◊〉 at the doore to guide himselfe thereby As busie as the turnings were his way he out did finde Which neuer man had done before And streight he hauing winde With Minos daughter sailde away to Dia where And cruell creature that he was he left hir post alone vnkinde Upon the shore Thus desolate and making dolefull mone God Bacchus did both comfort hir and take hir to his bed And with an euerlasting starre the more hir fame to spred He tooke the Chaplet from hir head and vp to Heauen it threw The Chaplet thirled through the Aire and as it gliding flew The precious stones were turnd to starres which blased cleare bright
Ioue himself should bréede And willd the sonne of Aeäcus this Peleus to succéede In that which he himself would faine haue done and for too take The Lady of the sea in armes a moother her too make There is a bay of Thessaly that bendeth lyke a boawe The sydes shoote foorth where if the sea of any depth did flowe It were a hauen Scarcely dooth the water hyde the sand It hath a shore so firme that if a man theron doo stand No print of foote remaynes behynd it hindreth not ones pace Ne couered is with houering réeke Adioyning too this place There is a groue of Myrtletrées with frute of dowle colour And in the midds thereof a Caue I can not tell you whither That nature or the art of man were maker of the same It séemed rather made by arte Oft Thetis hither came Starke naked ryding brauely on a brydled Dolphins backe There Peleus as shee lay a sléepe vppon her often bracke And forbycause that at her handes entreatance nothing winnes He folding her about the necke with both his armes beginnes Too offer force And surely if shée had not falne too wyles And shifted oftentymes her shape he had obteind erewhyles But shée became sumtymes a bird He hilld her like a bird Anon shée was a massye log but Peleus neuer stird Awhit for that Then thirdly shée of speckled Tyger tooke The vgly shape for feare of whose most féerce and cruell looke His armes he from her body twicht And at his going thence In honour of the watry Goddes he burned frankincence And powred wyne vppon the sea with fat of neate and shéepe Untill the prophet that dooth dwell within Carpathian déepe Sayd thus Thou sonne of Aeäcus thy wish thou sure shalt haue Alonely when shée lyes a sléepe within her pleasant Caue Cast grinnes too trappe her vnbewares hold fast with snarling knot And though shée fayne a hundreth shapes deceyue thée let her not But sticke vnâ—oot what ere it bée vntill the tyme that shée Returneth too the natiue shape shée erst was woont too bée When Protevv thus had sed within the sea he duckt his head And suffred on his latter woordes the water for too spred The lyghtsum Titan downeward drew and with declyning chayre Approched too the westerne sea when Neryes daughter fayre Returning from the sea resorts too her accustomd cowch And Peleus scarcely had begon hir naked limbes too towch But that shée chaungd from shape to shape vntill at length shée found Herself surprysd Then stretching out her armes with sighes profound Shee sayd Thou ouercommest mée and not without the ayd Of God and then she Thetis like appéerd in shape of mayd The noble prince imbracing her obteynd her at his will Too both theyr ioyes and with the great Achylles did her fill A happye wyght was Peleus in his wyfe A happy wyght Was Peleus also in his sonne And if yée him acquight Of murthring Phocus happy him in all things count yée myght But giltye of his brothers blood and bannisht for the same From bothe his fathers house and Realme too Trachin sad he came The sonne of lyghtsum Lucifer king Ceyx who in face Exprest the liuely beawtye of his fathers heauenly grace Without all violent rigor and sharpe executions reignd In Trachin He right sad that tyme vnlike himself remaynd Yit moorning for his brothers chaunce transformed late before When Peleus thither came with care and trauayle tyred sore He left his cattell and his shéepe whereof he brought great store Behynd him in a shady vale not farre from Trachin towne And with a little companye himself went thither downe Assoone as leaue too come too Court was graunted him he bare A braunche of Olyf in his hand and humbly did declare His name and lynage Onely of his crime no woord hée spake But of his slyght another cause pretensedly did make Desyring leaue within his towne or countrye too abyde The king of Trachin gently thus too him ageine replyde Our bownty too the meanest sort O Peleus dooth extend Wée are not woont the desolate our countrye too forfend And though I bée of nature most inclyned good too doo Thyne owne renowme thy graundsyre Ioue are forcements therevntoo Misspend no longer tyme in sute I gladly doo agrée Too graunt thée what thou wilt desyre Theis things that thou doost sée I would thou should account them as thyne owne such as they bée I would they better were With that he wéeped Peleus and His fréends desyred of his gréef the cause too vnderstand He answerd thus Perchaunce yée think this bird that liues by pray And putts all other birds in feare had wings and fethers ay He was a man And as he was right féerce in feats of armes And stout and readye bothe too wreake and also offer harmes So was he of a constant mynd Daedalion men him hyght Our father was that noble starre that brings the morning bryght And in the welkin last of all giues place too Phebus lyght My study was too maynteine peace in peace was my delyght And for too kéepe mée true too her too whom my fayth is plyght My brother had felicite in warre and bloody fyght His prowesse and his force which now dooth chase in cruell flyght The Dooues of Thisbye since his shape was altred thus a new Ryght puyssant Princes and theyr Realmes did héeretoofore subdew He had a chyld calld Chyone whom nature did endew With beawtye so that when too age of fowretéene yéeres shée grew A thousand Princes liking her did for hir fauour sew By fortune as bryght Phebus and the sonne of Lady May Came tone from Delphos toother from mount Cyllen by the way They saw her bothe at once and bothe at once where tane in loue Apollo till the tyme of nyght differd his sute too moue But Hermes could not beare delay He stroked on the face The mayden with his charmed rod which hath the powre too chace And bring in sléepe the touch whereof did cast her in so dead A sléepe that Hermes by and by his purpose of her sped Assoone as nyght with twinckling starres the welkin had béesprent Apollo in an old wyues shape too Chyon clocely went And tooke the pleasure which the soâ—ne of Maya had forehent Now when shée full her tyme had gon shée bare by Mercurye A sonne that hyght Avvtolychus who provde a wyly pye And such a fellow as in theft and filching had no péere He was his fathers owne sonne right he could mennes eyes so bléere As for too make y â— black things whyght whyght things black appéere And by Apollo for shée bare a payre was borne his brother Philammon who in musick arte excelled farre all other As well in singing as in play But what auayled it Too beare such twinnes and of twoo Goddes in fauour too haue sit And that shée too her father had a stowt and valeant knight Or that her graundsyre was the sonne of Ioue that God of might Dooth glorie hurt
face Like box and downe her heauy chéekes the teares did gush a pace Three times about too speake thrée times shée washt her face with teares And stinting oft with sobbes shée thus complayned in his eares What fault of myne O husband déere hath turnd thy hart fro mée Where is that care of mée that erst was woont too bée in thée And canst thou hauing left thy déere Alcyone merrye bée Doo iourneyes long delyght thée now dooth now myne absence please Thée better then my presence dooth Think I that thou at ease Shalt go by land Shall I haue cause but onely for too moorne And not too bée afrayd And shall my care of thy returne Bée voyd of feare No no. The sea mée sore afrayd dooth make Too think vppon the sea dooth cause my flesh for feare too quake I sawe the broken ribbes of shippes a late vppon the shore And oft on Tumbes I reade theyr names whose bodyes long before The sea had swallowed Let not fond vayne hope â—educe thy mynd That Aeölus is thy fathrinlaw who holdes the boystous wynd In prison and can calme the seas at pleasure When the wynds Are once let looce vppon the sea no order then them bynds Then neyther land hathe priuiledge nor sea exemption fynds Yea euen the clowdes of heauen they vex and with theyr méeting stout Enforce the fyre with hideous noyse too brust in flasshes out The more that I doo know them for ryght well I know theyr powre And saw them oft a little wench within my fathers bowre So much the more I think them too bée feard But if thy will By no intreatance may bée turnd at home too tarry still But that thou néedes wilt go then mée déere husband with thée take So shall the sea vs equally toogither tosse and shake So woorser than I féele I shall bée certeine not too feare So shall wée whatsoeuer happes toogither ioyntly beare So shall wée on the broad mayne sea toogither ioyntly sayle Theis wooâ—des and teares wherewith the imp of Aeölus did assayle Her husbond borne of heauenly race did make his hart relent For he lovd her no lesse than shée lovd him But fully bent He séemed neyther for too leaue the iourney which he ment Too take by sea nor yit too giue Alcyone leaue as tho Companion of his perlous course by water for too go He many woordes of comfort spake her feare away too chace But nought hée could perswade therein too make her like the cace This last asswagement of her gréef he added in the end Which was the onely thing that made her louing hart too bend All taryante will assuredly séeme ouer long too mée And by my fathers blasing beames I make my vow too thée That at the furthest ere the tyme if God thertoo agrée The moone doo fill her circle twyce ageine I will héere bée When in sum hope of his returne this promis had her set He willd a shippe immediatly from harbrough too bée fet And throughly rigged for too bée that neyther maast nor sayle Nor tackling no nor other thing should apperteyning fayle Which when Alcyone did behold as one whoos 's hart misgaue The happes at hand shée quaakt ageine and teares out gussâ—ing draue And streyning Ceyx in her armes with pale and piteous looke Poore wretched soule her last farewell at length shée sadly tooke And swounded flat vppon the ground Anon the watermen As Ceyx sought delayes and was in dowt too turne agen Set hand too Ores of which there were twoo rowes on eyther syde And all at once with equall stroke the swelling sea deuyde Shée lifting vp her watrye eyes behilld her husband stand Uppon the hatches making signes by beckening with his hand And shée made signes to him ageine And after that the land Was farre remoued from the shippe and that the sight began Too bée vnable too discerne the face of any man As long as ere shée could shée lookt vppon the rowing kéele And when shée could no longer tyme for distance ken it wée le Shée looked still vppon the sayles that flasked with the wynd Uppon the maast And when shée could the sayles no longer fynd She gate her too her empty bed with sad and sorye hart And layd her downe The chamber did renew a fresh her smart And of her bed did bring too mynd the déere departed part From harbrough now they quyght were gone now a plasant gale Did blowe The mayster made his men theyr Ores asyde too hale And hoysed vp the toppesayle on the hyghest of the maast And clapt on all his other sayles bycause no wind should waast Scarce full tone half or sure not much aboue the shippe had ronne Uppon the sea and euery way the land did farre them shonne When toward night the wallowing waues began too waxen whyght And éeke the heady easterne wynd did blow with greater myght Anon the Mayster cryed strike the toppesayle let the mayne Sheate flye and fardle it too the yard Thus spake he but in vayne For why so hideous was the storme vppon the soodeine brayd That not a man was able there too héere what other sayd And lowd the sea with méeting waues extréemely raging rores Yit fell they too it of them selues Sum haalde asyde the Ores Sum fensed in the Gallyes sydes sum downe the sayleclothes rend Sum pump the water out and sea too sea ageine doo send Another hales the sayleyards downe And whyle they did eche thing Disorderly the storme increast and from eche quarter â—â—ing The wyndes with deadly foode and bownce the raging waues toogither The Pilot being sore dismayd sayth playne he knowes not whither Too wend himself nor what too doo or bid nor in what state Things stood So howge the mischéef was and did so ouermate All arte For why of ratling ropes of crying men and boyes Of flusshing waues and thundring ayre confused was the noyse The surges mounting vp aloft did séeme too mate the skye And with theyr sprinckling for too wet the clowdes that hang on hye One whyle the sea when from the brink it raysd the yellow sand Was like in colour too the same Another whyle did stand A colour on it blacker than the Lake of Styx Anon It lâ—eth playne and loometh whyght with seething froth thereon â–ª And with the sea the Trachin shippe ay alteration tooke One whyle as from a mountaynes toppe it séemed downe too looke Too vallyes and the depth of hell Another whyle beset With swelling surges round about which néere aboue it met It looked from the bottom of the whoorlepoole vp aloft As if it were from hell too heauen A hideous flusshing oft The waues did make in beating full against the Gallyes syde The Gallye bâ—ing striken gaue as great a sownd that â—yde As did sumtyme the Battellramb of stéele or now the Gonne In making battrye too a towre And as féerre Lyons runne Full brist with all theyr force ageinst the armed men that stand In order bent too kéepe
them of with weapons in theyr hand Euen so as often as the waues by force of wynd did raue So oft vppon the netting of the shippe they maynely draue And mounted farre aboue the same Anon of fell the hoopes And hauing washt the pitch away the sea made open loopes Too let the deadly water in Behold the clowdes did melt And showers large came pooring downe The seamen that them felt Myght thinke that all the heauen had falne vppon them that same tyme And that the swelling sea likewyse aboue the heauen would clyme The sayles were throughly wet w t showers and with the heauenly raine Was mixt the waters of the sea no lyghts at all remayne Of sunne or moone or starres in heauen The darknesse of the nyght Augmented with the dreadfull storme takes dowble powre and myght Howbéet the flasshing lyghtnings oft doo put the same too flyght And with theyr glauncing now and then doo giue a soodeme lyght The lightnings setts the waues on fyre Aboue the netting skippe The waues and with a violent force doo lyght within the shippe And as a souldyer stowter than the rest of all his band That oft assayles a citie walles defended well by hand At length atteines his hope and for too purchace prayse withall Alone among a thousand men getts vp vppon the wall So when the loftye waues had long the Gallyes sydes assayd At length the tenth waue rysing vp with howger force and brayd Did neuer cease assaulting of the wéery shippe till that Uppon the hatches lyke a fo victoriously it gat A part thereof did still as yit assault the shippe without And part had gotten in The men all trembling ran about As in a Citie commes too passe when of the enmyes sum Dig downe the walles without and sum already in are come All arte and couning was too séeke Theyr harts and stomacks fayle And looke how many furges came theyr vessell too assayle So many deathes did séeme too charge and breake vppon them all One wéepes another stands amazde the third them blist dooth call Whom buryall dooth remayne Too God another makes his vow And holding vp his handes too heauen the which hée sées not now Dooth pray in vayne for help The thought of this man is vppon His brother and his parents whom he cléerely hath forgone Another calles his house and wyfe and children vntoo mynd And euery man in generall the things he left behynd Alcyone moueth Ceyx hart In Ceyx mouth is none But onely one Alcyone And though shée were alone The wyght that he desyred most yit was he verry glad Shée was not there Too Trachin ward too looke desyre he had And homeward fayne he would haue turnd his eyes which neuer more Should sée the land But when he knew not which way was the shore Nor where he was The raging sea did rowle about so fast And all the heauen with clowds as black as pitch was ouer cast That neuer nyght was halfe so dark There came a flaw at last That with his violence brake the maste and strake the sterne away A billowe proudly pranking vp as vaunting of his pray By conquest gotten walloweth hole and breaketh not a sunder Beholding with a lofty looke the waters woorking vnder And looke as if a man should from the places where they growe Rend downe the mountaynes A the Rind and whole them ouerthrowe Intoo the open sea so soft the Billowe tumbling downe With weyght and violent stroke did sink and in the bottom drowne The Gallye And the moste of them that were within the same Went downe therwith and neuer vp too open aâ—er came But dyed strangled in the gulf Another sort againe Caught péeces of the broken shippe The king himself was fayne A shiuer of the sunken shippe in that same hand to hold In which hée erst a royall mace had hilld of yellow gold His father and his fathrinlawe he calles vppon alas In vayne But chéefly in his mouth his wife Alcyone was In hart was shée in toong was shee He wisshed that his corse Too land where shée myght take it vp the surges myght enforce And that by her most louing handes he might be layd in graue In swimming still as often as the surges leaue him gaue Too ope his lippes he harped still vpon Alcyones name And when he drowned in the waues he muttred still the same Behold euen full vppon the waâ—â— a 〈◊〉 of water blacke Did breake and vnderneathe the sea the head of Ceyx stracke That nyght the lyghtsum Lucifer for sorrowe was so dim As scarcely could a man discerne or thinke it too bée him And forasmuch as out of heauen he might not steppe asyde With thick and darksum clowds that nyght his countnance he did hyd â–ª Alcyone of so great mischaunce not knowing aught as yit Did kéepe a reckening of the nyghts that in the whyle did flit And hasted garments both for him and for herself likewyse Too weare at his homecomming which shée vaynely did surmyse Too all the Goddes deuoutly shée did offer frankincence But most aboue them all the Church of Iuno shée did sence And for her husband who as then was none shée knéeld before The Altar wisshing health and soone arriuall at the shore And that none other woman myght before her be preferd Of all her prayers this one péece effectually was heard For Iuno could not fynd in hart intreated for too bée For him that was already dead But too th entent that shée From dame Alcyones deadly hands might kéepe her Altars frée Shée sayd Most faythfull messenger of my commaundments O Thou Raynebowe too the slugguish house of Slomber swiftly go And bid him send a Dreame in shape of Ceyx too his wyfe Alcyone for too shew her playne the losing of his lyfe Dame Iris takes her pall wherein a thousand colours were And bowwing lyke a stringed bow vpon the clowdy sphere Immediatly descended too the drowzye house of Sléepe Whose Court the clowdes continually doo cloâ—ely ouerdréepe Among the darke Cimmerians is a hollow mountaine found And in the hill a Caue that farre dooth ronne within the ground The Chamber the dwelling place where slouthfull sléepe dooth cowch The lyght of Phebus golden beames this place can neuer towch A foggye mist with dimnesse mixt streames vpwarde from the ground And glimmering twylyght euermore within the same is found No watchfull bird with barbed bill and combed crowne dooth call The morning foorth with crowing out There is no noyse at all Of waking dogge nor gagling goose more waker than the hound Too hinder sléepe Of beast ne wyld ne tame there is no sound No bowghes are stird with blastes of wynd no noyse of tatling toong Of man or woman euer yit within that bower roong Dumb quiet dwelleth there Yit from the Roches foote dooth go The ryuer of forgetfulnesse which ronneth trickling so Uppon the little pebble stones which in the channell lye That vntoo sléepe a great deale more it dooth prouoke
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
in hand Stand staring with vngentle eyes vppon her gentle face Shée sayd Now vse thou when thou wilt my gentle blood The cace Requyres no more delay bestow thy weapon in my chest Or in my throte in saying so shée profered bare her brest And éeke her throte Assure your selues it neuer shalbée séene That any wyght shall by my will haue slaue of Polyxeene Howbéet with such a sacrifyse no God yée can delyght I would desyre no more but that my wretched moother myght Bée ignorant of this my death My moother hindreth mée And makes the pleasure of my death much lesser for too bée Howbéeit not the death of mée should iustly gréeue her hart But her owne lyfe Now too th entent I fréely may depart Too Limbo stand yée men aloof and sith I aske but ryght Forbeare too touch mée So my blood vnsteyned in his syght Shall farre more acceptable bée what euer wyght he bee Whom you prepare too pacifye by sacrifysing mée Yit if that these last woordes of myne may purchace any grace I daughter of king Priam erst and now in prisoners cace Béeseeche you all vnraunsomed too render too my moother My bodye and for buriall of the same too take none other Reward than teares for whyle shée could shée did redéeme with gold This sayd the teares that shée forbare the people could not hold And euen the verry préest himself full sore ageinst his will And wéeping thrust her through the brest which shée hild stoutly still Shée sinking softly too the ground with faynting legges did beare Euen too the verry latter gasp a counâ—nance voyd of feare And when shée fell shée had a care such parts of her too hyde As womanhod and chastitie forbiddeth too bée spyde The Troiane women tooke her vp and moorning reckened King Priams children and what blood that house alone had shed They syght for fayer Polyxeene they syghed éeke for thée Whoo late wart Priams wyfe whoo late wart counted for too bée The flowre of Asia in his flowre and Quéene of moothers all But now the bootye of the so as euill lot did fall And such a bootye as the sly Vlysses did not passe Uppon her sauing that erewhyle shée Hectors moother was So hardly for his moother could a mayster Hector fynd Embracing in her aged armes the bodye of the mynd That was so stout shée powrd theron with sobbing syghes vnsoft The teares that for her husband and her children had so oft And for her countrye sheaded béene Shée wéeped in her wound And kist her pretye mouth and made her brist with strokes too sound According too her woonted guyse and in the iellyed blood Béerayëd all her grisild heare and in a sorrowfull mood Sayd theis and many other woordes with breâ—t bescratcht and rent O daughter myne the last for whom thy moother may lament For what remaynes O daughter thou art dead and gone I sée Thy wound which at the verry hart strikes mée as well as thée And least that any one of myne vnwounded should depart Thou also gotten hast a wound Howbéet bycause thou wart A woman I beléeued thée from weapon too bée frée But notwithstanding that thou art a woman I doo sée Thée slayne by swoord Euen he that kild thy brothers killeth thée Achilles the decay of Troy and maker bare of mée What tyme that he of Paris shaft by Phebus meanes was slayne I sayd of féerce Achilles now no feare dooth more remayne But then euen then he most of all was feared for too bée The asshes of him rageth still ageinst our race I sée Wée féele an emny of him dead and buryed in his graue Too féede Achilles furie I a frutefull issue gaue Great Troy lyes vnder foote and with a ryght great gréeuous fall The mischéeues of the common weale are fully ended all But though too others Troy be gone yit stands it still too mée My sorrowes ronne as fresh a race as euer and as frée I late a go a souereine state aduaunced with such store Of daughters sonnes and sonneinlawes and husband ouer more And daughtrinlawes am caryed like an outlawe bare and poore By force and violence haled from my childrens tumbes too bée Presented too Penelope a gift whoo shewing mée In spinning my appoynted taske shall say this same is shée That was sumtyme king Priams wyfe this was the famous moother Of Hector And now after losse of such a sort of other Thou whoo alonly in my greefe my comfort didst remayne Too pacifye our emnyes wrath vppon his tumb art slayne Thus bare I deathgyfts for my foes Too what intent am I Most wretched wyght remayning still why doo I linger why Dooth hurtfull age preserue mée still aliue too what intent Yée cruell Goddes reserue yee mée that hath already spent Too manye yéeres onlesse it bée new buryalls for too sée And whoo would think that Priamus myght happy counted bée Sith Troy is razed Happy man is hée in being dead His lyfe and kingdoome he forwent toogither and this stead He sées not thëe his daughter slaine But peraduenture thou Shall like the daughter of a king haue sumptuous buryall now And with thy noble auncetors thy bodye layd shall bée Our linage hath not so good lucke the most that shall too thée Bée yéelded are thy moothers teares and in this forreine land Too hyde thy murthered corce withall a little heape of sand For all is lost Nay yit remaynes for whome I well can fynd In hart too liue a little whyle an imp vntoo my mynd Most dëere now only left alone sumtyme of many mo The yoongest little Polydore deliuered late ago Too Polemnestor king of Thrace whoo dwelles within theis bounds But wherfore doo I stay so long in wasshing of her wounds And face berayd with gory blood in saying thus shée went Too seaward with an aged pace and hory heare béerent And wretched woman as shée calld for pitchers for too drawe Up water shée of Polydore on shore the carkesse sawe And éeke y â— myghty wounds at which the Tyrants swoord went thurrow The Troiane Ladyes shréeked out But shée was dumb for sorrow The anguish of her hart forclosde as well her spéech as éeke Her teares deuowring them within Shée stood astonyed léeke As if shée had béene stone One whyle the ground shee staard vppon Another whyle a gastly looke shée kest too heauen Anon Shée looked on the face of him that lay before her killd Sumtymes his woundes his woundes I say shée specially behilld And therwithall shée armd her selfe and furnisht her with ire Wherethrough as soone as that her hart was fully set on fyre As though shée still had béene a Quéene too vengeance shée her bent Enforcing all her witts too fynd some kynd of ponnishmeâ—t And as a Lyon robbed of her whelpes becommâ—th wood And taking on the footing of her emnye where hée stood Pursâ—weth him though out of syght euen so Quéene Hecubee Now hauing meynt her teares with wrath forgetting quyght that sée Was
yée sée A fowle â—lfauored syght it is too sée a leauelesse trée A lothely thing it is a horse without a mane too kéepe As fethers doo become the birdes and wooll becommeth shéepe Euen so a beard and bristled skin becommeth also men I haue but one eye which dooth stand amid my frunt what then This one round eye of myne is lyke a myghty target Why Uewes not the Sun all things from heauen Yit but one only eye Hath hee moreouer in your Seas my father beares the sway Him will I make thy fathrinlaw Haue mercy I the pray And harken too myne humble sute For only vntoo thée Yéeld I. Euen I of whom bothe heauen and Ioue despysed bée And éeke the percing thunderbolt doo stand in awe and feare Of thée O Nerye Thyne ill will is gréeuouser too beare Than is the deadly Thunderclappe Yit could I better fynd In hart too suffer this contempt of thyne with pacient mynd If thou didst shonne all other folk as well as mée But why Reiecting Cyclops doost thou loue dwarf Acis why say I Preferst thou Acis vntoo mée well let him liked bée Both of himself and also which I would be lothe of thée And if I catch him he shall féele that in my body is The force that should bée I shall paunch him quicke Those limbes of his I will in péeces teare and strew them in the féeldes and in Thy waters if he doo thée haunt For I doo swelt within And being chaafte the flame dooth burne more féerce too my vnrest Mée thinks mount Aetna with his force is closed in my brest And yit it nothing moueth thée Assoone as he had talkt Thus much in vayne I sawe well all he rose and fuming stalkt Among his woodes and woonted Lawndes as dooth a Bulchin when The Cow is from him tane He could him no where rest as then Anon the féend espyed mee and Acis where wée lay Before wée wist or feared it and crying out gan say I sée yée and confounded myght I bée with endlesse shame But if I make this day the last agréement of your game Theis woordes were spoke with such a réere as verry well became An angry Giant Aetâ—a shooke with lowdnesse of the same I scaard therwith dopt vnderneathe the water and the knyght Simethus turning streyght his backe did giue himself too flyght And cryëd help mée Galate help parents I you pray And in your kingdome mee receyue whoo perrish must streyghtway The roundeyd deuill made pursewt and rending vp a fléece Of Aetna Rocke threw after him of which a little péece Did Acis ouertake and yit as little as is was It ouerwhelmed Acis whole I wretched wyght alas Did that which destnyes would permit Foorthwith I brought too passe That Acis should receyue the force his father had before His scarlet blood did issue from the lump and more and more Within a whyle the rednesse gan too vannish and the hew Resembled at the first a brooke with rayne distroubled new Which wexeth cléere by length of tyme. Anon the lump did clyue And from the hollow cliffe therof hygh réedes sprang vp alyue And at the hollow issue of the stone the bubling water Came trickling out And by and by which is a woondrous matter The stripling with a wreath of réede about his horned head Auaunst his body too the waste Whoo saue he was that stead Much biggar than he erst had béene and altoogither gray Was Acis still and being turnd too water at this day In shape of riuer still he beares his former name away The Lady Galat ceast her talk and streyght the companye brake And Neryes daughters parting thence swam in the gentle lake Dame Scylla home ageine returnd Shée durst not her betake Too open sea and eyther roamd vppon the sandy shore Stark naakt or when for wéerinesse shée could not walk no more Shée then withdrew her out of syght and gate her too a poole And in the water of the same her heated limbes did coole Behold the fortune Glaucus whoo then being late before Transformed in Evvboya I le vppon Anthedon shore Was new becomne a dweller in the sea as he did swim Along the coast was tane in loue at syght of Scylla trim And spake such woordes as he did think myght make her tarry still Yit fled shée still and swift for feare shée gate her too a hill That butted on the Sea ryght stéepe and vpward sharp did shoote A loftye toppe with trées beneathe was hollowe at the foote Héere Scylla stayd and being sauf by strongnesse of the place Not knowing if he monster were or God that did her chace Shée looked backe And woondring at his colour and his heare With which his shoulders and his backe all wholly couered were Shée saw his neather parts were like a fish with tayle wrythde round Who leaning too the néerest Rocke sayd thus with lowd créere sound Fayre mayd I neyther monster am nor cruell sauage beast But of the sea a God whoos 's powre and fauour is not least For neyther Protevv in the sea nor Triton haue more myght Nor yit the sonne of Athamas that now Palaemon hyght Yit once I was a mortall man But you must know that I Was giuen too seawoorkes and in them mée only did apply For sumtyme I did draw the drag in which the fishes were And sumtyme sitting on the clisses I angled heere and there There butteth on a fayre gréene mede a bank wherof tone half Is cloasd with sea the rest is clad with herbes which neuer calf Nor horned Ox nor seely shéepe nor shakheard Goate did féede The busye Bée did neuer there of flowres swéete smelling spéede No gladsum garlonds euer there were gathered for the head No hand those flowers euer yit with hooked sythe did shred I was the first that euer set my foote vppon that plot Now as I dryde my dropping netts and layd abrode my lotte Too tell how many fishes had bychaunce too net béene sent Or through theyr owne too lyght béeléefe on bayted hooke béene hent The matter seemeth like a lye but what auayles too lye Assoone as that my pray had towcht the grasse it by and by Began too moue and flask theyr finnes and swim vppon the drye As in the Sea And as I pawsd and woondred at the syght My â—raught of fishes euerychone too seaward tooke theyr flyght And leaping from the shore forsooke theyr newfound mayster quyght I was amazed at the thing and standing long in dowt I sought the cause if any God had brought this same abowt Or else sum iewce of herb And as I so did musing stand What herb ê™ I hath such a powre and gathering with my hand The grasse I bote it with my toothe My throte had scarcely yit Well swallowed downe the vncouth iewce when like an agew fit I felt myne inwards soodeinly too shake and with the same A loue of other nature in my brest with violence came And long I could it not resist but
sayd deere land adéew â–ª For neuer shall I haunt thée more And with that woord I threâ— â–ª My bodye in the sea The Goddes thereof receyuing mée Uouchsaued in theyr order mée installed for too bée Desyring old Oceänus and Thetis for theyr sake The rest of my mortalitie away from mée too take They hallowed mée and hauing sayd nyne tymes the holy rymâ— That purgeth all prophanednesse they charged mée that tyme Too put my brestbulk vnderneathe a hundred streames Anon The brookes from sundry coastes and all the Seas did ryde vppon My head From whence as soone as I returned by and by I felt my self farre otherwyse through all my limbes than I Had béene before and in my mynd I was another man Thus farre of all that mée befell make iust report I can Thus farre I beare in mynd The rest my mynd perceyued not Then first of all this hory gréene gray grisild beard I got And this same bush of heare which all along the seas I swéepe And theis same myghty shoulders and theis grayish armes and féete Coonfounded intoo finned fish But what auayleth mée This goodly shape and of the Goddes of sea too loued bée Or for too be a God my self if they delyght not thée As he was speaking this and still about too vtter more Dame Scylla him forsooke wherat he wexing angry sore And béeing quickened with repulse in rage he tooke his way Too Circes Titans daughters Court which full of monsters lay Finis Libri decimi tertij ¶ THE XIIII BOOKE OF Ouids Metamorphosis NOw had th' Evvboyan fisherman whoo lately was becomme A God of sea too dwell in sea for ay alreadye swomme Past Aetna which vppon the face of Giant Typho lyes Toogither with the pasture of the Cyclops which defyes Both Plough and harrowe and by téemes of Oxen sets no store An Zancle and crackt Rhegion which stands a toother shore And éeke the rough and shipwrecke sea which being hemmed in With twoo mayne landes on eyther syde is as a bound betwin The frutefull Realmes of Italy and Sicill From that place He cutting through the Tyrrhene sea with both his armes a pace Arryued at the grassye hilles and at the Palace hye Of Circe Phoebus imp which full of sundry beastes did lye When Glaucus in her presence came and had her gréeted and Receyued fréendly welcomming and gréeting at her hand He sayd O Goddesse pitie mée a God I thee desyre Thou only if at least thou think mée woorthy so great hyre Canst ease this loue of myne No wyght dooth better know than I The powre of herbes whoo late ago transformed was therby And now too open vntoo thee of this my gréef the ground Uppon th' Italyan shore ageinst Messene walls I found Fayre Scylla Shame it is too tell how scornfull shée did take The gentle woordes and promises and sute that I did make But if that any powre at all consist in charmes then let That sacret mouth of thyne cast charmes or if more force bée set In herbes too compasse things withall then vse the herbes that haue Most strength in woorking Neyther think I hither come too craue A medcine for too heale myself and cure my wounded hart I force no end I would haue her bée partener of my smart But Circe for no natures are more lyghtly set on fyre Than such as shée is whither that the cause of this desyre Were only in herself or that Dame Venus bearing ay In mynd her fathers déede in once disclosing of her play Did stirre her héere vntoo sayd thus It were a better way For thée too fancye such a one whoos 's will and whole desyre Is bent too thine and whoo is sindgd with selfsame kynd of fyre Thou woorthye art of sute too thée and credit mee thou shouldst Bée woode in déede if any hope of spéeding giue thou wouldst And therefore dowt not Only of thy beawtye lyking haue Lo I whoo am a Goddesse and the imp of Phoebus braue Whoo can so much by charmes whoo can so much by herbes doo vow My self too thée If I disdeine disdeine mée also thow And if I yéeld yéeld thou likewyse and in one only déede Auenge thy self of twayne Too her intreating thus too spéede First trées shall grow ê™ Glaucus in the sea and réeke shall thryue On toppes of hilles ere I as long as Scylla is alyue Doo chaunge my loue The Goddesse wext ryght wroth sith she could Not hurt his persone béeing falne in loue with him ne would Shée spyghted her that was preferd before her And vppon Displeasure tane of this repulse shée went her way anon And wicked wéedes of grisly iewce toogither shée did bray And in the braying witching charmes shée ouer them did say And putting on a russet cloke shée passed through the rowt Of sauage beastes that in her court came fawning round abowt And going vntoo Rhegion clifte which standes ageinst the shore Of Zancle entred by and by the waters that doo rore With violent tydes vppon the which shée stood as on firme land And ran and neuer wet her féete awhit There was at hand A little plash that bowwed like a bowe that standeth bent Where Scylla woonted was too rest herself and thither went From rage of sea and ayre what tyme the sonne amid the skye Is whotest making shadowes short by mounting vp on hye This plash did Circe then infect ageinst that Scylla came And with her poysons which had powre most moÌ„strous shapes too frame Defyled it Shée sprincled there the iewce of venymd wéedes And thryce nyne tymes w t witching mouth shée softly mumbling réedes A charme ryght darke of vncouth woordes No sooner Scylla came Within this plash and too the waast had waded in the same But that shée sawe her hinderloynes with barking buggs atteint And at the first not thinking with her body they were meynt As parts therof shée started back and rated them And sore Shée was afrayd the eager curres should byght her But the more Shée shonned them the surer still shée was too haue them there In séeking where her loynes and thyghes and féete and ancles were Chappes like the chappes of Cerberus in stead of them shée found Nought else was there than cruell curres from belly downe too ground So vnderneathe misshapen loynes and womb remayning sound Her mannish mastyes backes were ay within the water drownd Her louer Glaucus wept therat and Circes bed refusde That had so passing cruelly her herbes on Scylla vsde But Scylla in that place abode And for the hate shée bore Too Circe ward assoone as méete occasion serude therfore Shée spoyld Vlysses of his mates And shortly after shée Had also drownd the Troiane fléete but that as yit wée sée Shée was transformd too rock of stone which shipmâ—n warely shonne When from this Rocke the Troiane fléete by force of Ores had wonne And from Charybdis gréedye gulf and were in maner readye Too haue arryude in Italy the wynd did ryse so heady As
last of all Sore shipwrecke at mount Capharey too mend our harmes withall And least that mée too make too long a processe yée myght déeme In setting forth our heauy happes the Gréekes myght that tyme séeme Ryght rewfull euen too Priamus Howbéet Minerua shee That weareth armour tooke mée from the waues and saued mée But from my fathers Realme ageine by violence I was driuen For Venus bearing still in mynd the wound I had her giuen Long tyme before did woork reuendge By meanes wherof such toyle Did tosse mée on the sea and on the land I found such broyle By warres that in my hart I thought them blist of God whom erst The violence of the raging sea and hideous wynds had perst And whom the wrathfull Capharey by shipwrecke did confound Oft wisshing also I had there among the rest béene drownd My company now hauing felt the woorst that sea or warre Could woorke did faynt and wisht an end of straying out so farre But Agmon whot of nature and too féerce through slaughters made Sayd What remayneth sirs through which our pacience cannot wade What further spyght hath Venus yit too woork ageinst vs more When woorse misfortunes may bée feard than haue béene felt before Then prayer may aduauntadge men and vowwing may them boote But when the woorst is past of things then feare is vnder foote And when that bale is hyghâ—st growne then boote must next ensew Although shée héere mée and doo hate vs all which thing is trew That serue héere vnder Diomed Yit set wée lyght her hate And déerely it should stand vs on too purchase hygh estate With such stowt woordes did Agmon stirre dame Venus vntoo ire And raysd ageine her settled grudge Not many had desyre Too héere him talk thus out of square the moste of vs that are His fréendes rebukâ—e him for his woordes And as he did prepare Too answere bothe his voyce and throte by which his voyce should go Were small his heare too feathers turnd his necke was clad as tho With feathers so was brist and backe The greater fethers stacke Uppon his armes and intoo wings his elbowes bowwed backe The greatest portion of his féete was turned intoo toes A hardened bill of horne did growe vppon his mouth and noze And sharpened at the neather end His fellowes Lycus Ide Rethenor Nyct and Abas all stood woondring by his syde And as they woondred they receyvd the selfsame shape and hew And finally the greater part of all my band vp flew And clapping with theyr newmade wings about the ores did gird And if yée doo demaund the shape of this same dowtfull bird Euen as they bée not verry Swannes so drawe they verry néere The shape of Cygnets whyght With much a doo I settled héere And with a little remnant of my people doo obteyne The drygrownds of my fathrinlaw king Davvnus whoo did reigne In Calabry â—hus much the sonne of Oenye sayd Anon Sir Venulus returning from the king of Calydon Forsooke the coast of Puteoll and the féeldes of Messapie In which hée saw a darksome denne forgrowne with busshes hye â–ª And watred with a little spring The halfegoate Pan that howre Possessed it but héertoofore it was the fayryes bowre A shepeherd of Appulia from that countrye scaard them furâ—â— But afterward recouering hart and hardynesse they durst Despyse him when he chaced them and with theyr â—â—mble féete Continewed on theyr dawncing still in tyme and measure méete The shepeherd fownd mée fault with them and with his lowtlike leapes Did counterfette theyr minyon dawnce and rapped out by heapes A rabble of vnsauery taunts euen like a country cloyne Too which most leawd and filthy termes of purpose he did ioyne And after he had once begon he could not hold his toong Untill that in the timber of a trée his throte was cloong For now he is a trée and by his iewce discerne yée may His manners For the Olyfwyld dooth sensibly bewray By berryes full of bitternesse his rayling toong For ay The harshnesse of his bitter woordes the berryes beare away Now when the kings Ambassadour returned home without The succour of th' Aetolian prince the Rutills being stout Made luckelesse warre without theyr help and much on eyther syde Was shed of blood Behold king Turne made burning bronds too glyde Uppon theyr shippes and they that had escaped water stoode In feare of fyre The flame had sindgd the pitch the wax and wood And other things that nourish fyre and ronning vp the maste Caught hold vppon the sayles and all the takling gan too waste The Rowers seates did also smoke when calling too her mynd That theis same shippes were pynetrées erst and shaken with the wynd On Ida moâ—nt the moother of the Goddes dame Cybel filld The ayre with sound of belles and noyse of shalmes And as shée hilld The reynes that rulde the Lyons tame which drew her charyot Shée Sayd thus O Turnus all in vayne theis wicked hands of thée Doo cast this fyre for by myself dispoynted it shall bée I wilnot let the wasting fyre consume theis shippes which are A parcell of my forest Ide of which I am most chare It thundred as the Goddesse spake and with the thunder came A storme of rayne and skipping hayle and soodeyne with the same The sonnes of Astrey méeting féerce and feyghting verry sore Did trouble bothe the sea and ayre and set them on a rore Dame Cybel vsing one of 〈…〉 serue her turne that tyde Did breake the Cables at 〈◊〉 which the Troiane shippes did ryde And bare them proâ—e 〈◊〉 vnderneathe the water did them dryue The Timber of them soâ—tning â—urnd 〈◊〉 â—odyes streyght alyue The stemmes were turnd too heades the 〈◊〉 too swimming féete toes The sydes too ribbes the kéele that through the middle gally goes Became the ridgebone of the backe the sayles and tackling heare And intoo armes on eyther syde the sayleyards turned were Theyr hew is duskye as before and now in shape of mayd They play among the waues of which euen now they were afrayd And béeing Seanymphes wheras they were bred in mountaynes hard They haunt for ay the water soft and neuer afterward Had mynd too see theyr natyue soyle But yit forgetting not How many perills they had felt on sea by lucklesse lot They often put theyr helping hand too shippes distrest by wynd Onlesse that any caryed Gréekes For bearing still in mynd The burning of the towne of Troy they hate the Gréekes by kynd And therfore of Vlysses shippes ryght glad they were too sée The shiuers and as glad they were as any glad myght bée Too sée Alcinous shippes wex hard and turned intoo stone Theis shippes thus hauing gotten lyfe and béeing turnd eche one Too nymphes a body would haue thought the miracle so greate Should intoo Turnus wicked hart sum godly feare haue beate And made him cease his wilfull warre But he did still persist And eyther partye had theyr Goddes theyr quarrell too assist 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