as in his owne bée soong Wherein although for pleasant style I cannot make account Too match myne author who in that all other dooth surmount Yit gentle Reader doo I trust my trauell in this cace May purchace fauour in thy sight my dooings too embrace Considring what a sea of goodes and Iewelles thou shalt fynd Not more delyghtfull too the eare than frutefull too the mynd For this doo lerned persons déeme of Ouids present woorke That in no one of all his bookes the which he wrate doo lurke Mo darke and secret misteries mo counselles wyse and sage Mo good ensamples mo reprooues of vyce in youth and age Mo fyne inuentions too delight mo matters clerkly knit No nor more straunge varietie too shew a lerned wit The high the lowe the riche the poore the mayster and the slaue The mayd the wife the man the chyld the simple and the braue The yoong the old the good the bad the warriour strong and stout The wyse the foole the countrie cloyne the lerned and the lout And euery other liuing wight shall in this mirrour sée His whole estate thoughtes woordes and déedes expresly shewd too bée Whereof if more particular examples thou doo craue In reading the Epistle through thou shalt thy longing haue Moreouer thou mayst fynd herein descriptions of the tymes With constellacions of the starres and planettes in theyr clymes The Sites of Countries Cities hilles seas forestes playnes and floods The natures both of fowles beastes wormes herbes mettals stones woods And finally what euer thing is straunge and delectable The same conueyed shall you fynd most featly in some fable And euen as in a cheyne eche linke within another wynds And both with that that went before and that that followes binds So euery tale within this booke dooth séeme too take his ground Of that that was reherst before and enters in the bound Of that that folowes after it and euery one giues light Too other so that whoo so méenes too vnderstand them ryght Must haue a care as well too know the thing that went before As that the which he presently desyres too sée so sore Now too thintent that none haue cause héereafter too complaine Of mee as setter out of things that are but light and vaine If any stomacke be so weake as that it cannot brooke The liuely setting forth of things described in this booke I giue him counsell too absteine vntill he bée more strong And for too vse Vlysses feat ageinst the Meremayds song Or if he néedes will héere and sée and wilfully agrée Through cause misconstrued vntoo vice allured for too bée Then let him also marke the peine that dooth therof ensue And hold himself content with that that too his fault is due FINIS ¶ The first booke of Ouids Metamorphosis translated into Englyshe Meter OF shapes transformde to bodies straunge I purpose tâ— entreate Ye gods vouchsafe for you are they y â—wrought this woÌ„drous feate To further this mine enterprise And from the world begunne Graunt that my verse may to my time his course directly runne Before the Sea and Lande were made and Heauen that all doth hide In all the worlde one onely face of nature did abide Which Chaos hight a huge rude heape and nothing else but euen A heauie lump and clottred clod of séedes togither driuen Of things at strife among themselues for want of order due No sunne as yet with lightsome beames the shapelesse world did vew No Moone in growing did repayre hir hornes with borowed light Nor yet the earth amiddes the ayre did hang by wondrous slight Iust peysed by hir proper weight Nor winding in and out Did Amphitrytee with hir armes embrace the earth about For where was earth was sea and ayre so was the earth vnstable The ayre all darke the sea likewise to beare a ship vnable No kinde of thing had proper shape but ech confounded other For in one selfe same bodie stroue the hote and colde togither The moyst with drie the soft with hard the light with things of weight This strife did God and Nature breake and set in order streight The earth from heauen the sea from earth he parted orderly And from the thicke and foggie ayre he tooke the lightsome skie Which when he once vnfolded had and seuered from the blinde And clodded heape He setting eche from other did them binde In endlesse friendship to agree The fire most pure and bright The substance of the heauen it selfe bicause it was so light Did mount aloft and set it selfe in highest place of all The second roume of right to ayre for lightnesse did befall The earth more grosse drew down with it eche weighty kinde of matter And set it selfe in lowest place Againe the wauing water Did lastly chalenge for his place the vtmost coast and bound Of all the compasse of the earth to close the stedfast ground Now when he in this foresaid wise what God so ere he was Had broke and into members put this rude confused masse Then first bicause in euery part the earth should equall bée He made it like a mighty ball in compasse as we sée And here and there he cast in seas to whome he gaue a lawe To swell with euery blast of winde and euery stormie flawe And with their waues continually to beate vpon the shore Of all the earth within their boundes enclosde by them afore Moreouer Springs and mighty Méeres and Lakes he did augment And flowing streames of crooked brookes in winding bankes he pent Of which the earth doth drinke vp some and some with rest lesse race Do séeke the sea where finding scope of larger roume and space In steade of bankes they beate on shores He did coÌ„maund the plaine And champion groundes to stretch out wide and valleys to remaine Aye vnderneath and eke the woods to hide them decently With tender leaues and stonie hilles to lift themselues on hie And as two Zones doe cut the Heauen vpon the righter side And other twaine vpon the left likewise the same deuide The middle in outragious heat excéeding all the rest Euen so likewise through great foresight to God it séemed best The earth encluded in the same should so deuided bée As with the number of the Heauen hir Zones might full agrée Of which the middle Zone in heate the vtmost twaine in colde Excéede so farre that there to dwell no creature dare be bolde Betwéene these two so great extremes two other Zones are fixt Where temprature of heate and colde indifferently is mixt Now ouer this doth hang the Ayre which as it is more sleightie Than earth or water so againe than fire it is more weightie There hath he placed mist and cloudes and for to feare mens mindes The thunder and the lightning eke with colde and blustring windes But yet the maker of the worlde permitteth not alway The windes to vse the ayre at will For at this present day Though ech from other placed be in sundry coasts
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
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
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
retreate and all that heard the sounde Immediatly began to ebbe and draw within their bounde Then gan the Sea to haue a shore and brookes to finde a banke And swelling streames of flowing flouds within hir chanels sanke Then hils did â—ise aboue the waâ—es that had them ouerflow And as the waters did decrease the ground did séeme to grow And after long and tedious time the trées did shew their tops All bare saue that vpon the boughes the mud did hang in knops The worlde restored was againe which though Deucalion ioyde Then to beholde yet forbicause he saw the earth was voyde And silent like a wildernesse with sad and wéeping eyes And ruthfull voyce he then did speake to Pyrrha in this wise O sister O my louing spouse O sielie woman left As onely remnant of thy sexe that water hath bereft Whome Nature first by right of birth hath linked to me fast In that we brothers children bene and secondly the chast And stedfast bond of lawfull bed and lastly now of all The present perils of the time that latelye did befall On all the Earth from East to West where Phebus shewes his face There is no moe but thou and I of all the mortall race The Sea hath swallowed all the rest and scarsly are we sure That our two liues from dreadfull death in safetie shall endure For euen as yet the duskie cloudes doe make my heart adrad Alas poore wretched sielie soule what heart wouldst thou haue had To beare these heauie happes if chaunce had let thée scape alone Who should haue bene thy coÌ„fort then who should haue rewd thy mone Now trust me truly louing wife had thou as now bene drownde I would haue followed after thee and in the sea bene fownde Would God I could my fathers Arte of claye to facion men And giue them life that people might frequent the world agen Mankinde alas doth onely now wythin vs two consist As mouldes whereby to facion men For so the Gods doe lyâ—t And with these words the bitter teares did trickle down their chéeke Untill at length betweene themselues they did agrée to séeke To God by prayer for his grace and to demaund his ayde By aunswere of his Oracle wherein they nothing stayde But to Cephisus sadly went whose streame as at that time Began to run within his banâ—es though thicke with muddie â—â—ime Whose sacred liquor straight they tooke and sprinkled with the same Their heads and clothes and afterward to Themis chappell came The roofe whereof with ciâ—drie mosse was almost ouergrowne For since the time the raging floud the worlde had ouerflowne No creature came within the Churche so that the Altars stood Without one sparke of holie fyre or any sticke of wood Assoone as that this couple came within the chappell doore They fell downe flat vpon the ground and trembling kist the floore And sayde if prayer that procéedes from humble heart and minde May in the presence of the Gods such grace and fauor finde As to appease their worthie wrath then vouch thou safe to tell O gentle Themis how the losse that on our kinde befell May now eftsoones recouered be and helpe vs to repaire The world which drowned vnder waues doth lie in great dispaire The Goddesse moued with their sute this answere did them make Depart you hence Go hille your heads and let your garmentes slake And both of you your Graundames bones behind your shoulders cast They stoode amazed at these wordes tyll Pyrrha at the last Refusing to obey the hest the whych the Goddesse gaue Brake â—ilence and with trembling chéere did méekely pardon craue For sure she saide she was afraide hir Graundames ghost to hurt By taking vp hir buried bones to throw them in the durt And with the aunswere here vpon eftsoones in hand they go The doubtfull wordes wherof they scan and canuas to and fro Which done Prometheus sonne began by counsell wise and sage His cousin germanes fearfulnesse thus gently to asswage Well eyther in these doubtfull words is hid some misterie Whereof the Gods permit vs not the meaning to espie Or questionlesse and if the sâ—nce of inward sentence déeme Like as the tenour of the words apparantly doe séeme It is no breach of godlynesse to doe as God doth bid I take our Graundame for the earth the stones within hir hid I take for bones these are the bones the which are meaned here Though Titans daughter at this wise coniecture of hir fere Were somewhat moued yet none of both did stedfast credit geue So hardly could they in their heartes the heauenly hestes beleue But what and if they made a proufe what harme could come therby They went their wayes and veild their heades and did their cotes vntie And at their backes did throw the stones by name of bones foretolde The stones who would beleue the thing but that the time of olde Reportes it for a stedfast truth of nature tough and harde Began to warre both soft and smothe and shortly afterwarde To winne therwith a better shape and as they did encrease A mylder nature in them grew and rudenesse gan to cease For at the first their shape was such as in a certaine sort Resembled man but of the right and perfect shape came short Euen like to Marble ymages new drawne and roughly wrought Before the Caruer by his Arte to purpose hath them brought Such partes of them where any iuice or moysture did abound Or else were earthie turned to flesh and such as were so sound And harde as would not bow nor bende did turne to bones againe The part that was a veyne before doth still his name retaine Thus by the mightie powre of God ere lenger time was past The mankinde was restorde by stones the which a man did cast And likewise also by the stones the which a woman threw The womankinde repayred was and made againe of new Of these are we the crooked ympes and stonie race in déede Bewraying by our â—oyling life from whence we doe procéede The lustie earth of owne accorde soone after forth did bring According to their sundrie shapes eche other liuing thing Assoone as that the moysture once caught heate against the Sunne And that the fat and slimie mud in moorish groundes begunne To swell through warmth of Phebus beames and that the fruitfull séede Of things well cherisht in the fat and liuely soyle in déede As in their mothers wombe began in length of time to grow To one or other kinde of shape wherein themselues to show Euen so when that seuen mouthed Nile the watrie fieldes forsooke â–ª And to his auncient chanell eft his bridled streames betooke So that the Sunne did heate the mud the which he left behinde The husbandmen that tilde the ground among the cloddes did finde Of sundrie creatures sundrie shapes of which they spied some Euen in the instant of their birth but newly then begoâ—ne And some vnperfect wanting brest or shoulders in such wise That in
And oftentâ—â—es from thence againe to leape into the Pond And there they now doe practise still their filthy tongues to scold And shamelessely though vnderneath the water they doe hold Their former wont of brawling still amid the water cold Their voices stil are hoarse and harsh their throtes haue puffed goawles Their chappes with brawling widened are their haÌ„mer headed Ioawles Are ioyned to their shoulders iust the neckes of them doe séeme cut off the ridgebone of their backe stickes vp of colour greene Their paunch which is the greatest part of all their trunch is gray And so they vp and downe the Pond made newly Frogges doe play When one of Lyce I woâ—e not who had spoken in this sort Another of a Satyr streight began to make report Whome Phebus ouercomming on a pipe made late ago By Pallas put to punishment Why fleaëst thou me so Alas he cride it irketh me Alas a sorie pipe Deserueth not so cruelly my skin from me to stripe For all his crying ore his eares quight pulled was his skin Nought else he was than one whole wounde The griesly bloud did spin From euery part the sinewes lay discouered to the eye The quiuering veynes without a skin lay beating nakedly The panting bowels in his bulke ye might haue numbred well And in his brest the shere small strings a man might easly tell The Countrie Faunes the Gods of Woods the Satyrs of his kin The Mount Olympus whose renowne did ere that time begin And all the Nymphes and all that in those mountaines kept their shéepe Or grazed cattell thereabouts did for this Satyr wéepe The â—â—uâ—tfull earth waxt moyst therewith and moysâ—ed did receyue Their teares and in hir bowels deepe did of the same conceyue And when that she had turned them to water by and by She sent them forth againe aloft to sée the open Skie The Riuer that doth rise thereof beginning there his race In verie déepe and shoring bankes to Seaward runnes a pace Through Phrygie and according as the Satyr so the streame Is called Marsias of the brookes the clearest in that Realme With such examples as these same the common folke returnde To present things and euery man through all the Citie moornde For that Amphion was destroyde with all his issue so But all the fault and blame was laide vpon the mother tho For hir alonly Pelops mournde as men report and hée In opening of his clothes did shewe that euerie man might see His shoulder on the left side bare of Iuorie for to bée This shoulder at his birth was like his tother both in hue And flesh vntill his fathers handes most wickedly him slue And that the Gods when they his limmes againe togither drue To ioyne them in their proper place and forme by nature due Did finde out all the other partes saue only that which grue Betwene the throteboll and the arme which when they could not get This other made of Iuorie white in place thereof they set And by that meanes was Pelops made againe both whole and sound The neyghbor Princes thither came and all the Cities round About besought their Kings to go and comfort Thebe as Arge And Sparta and Mycene which was vnder Pelops charge And Calydon vnhated of the frowning Phebe yit The welthie towne Orchomenos and Corinth which in it Had famous men for workmanship in mettals and the stout Messene which full twentie yeares did hold besiegers out And Patre and the lowly towne Cleona Nelies Pyle And Troyzen not surnamed yet Pittheia for a while And all the other Borough townes and Cities which doe stand Within the narrow balke at which two Seas doe méete at hand Or which do bound vpon the balke without in maine firme land Alonly Athens who would thinke did neither come nor send Warre barred them from courtesie the which they did entend The King of Pontus with an host of sauage people lay In siege before their famous walles and curstly did them fray Untill that Tereus King of Thrace approching to their ayde Did vanquish him and with renowne was for his labor payde â–ª And sith he was so puissant in men and ready coyne And came of mightie Marsis race Pandion sought to ioyne Aliance with him by and by and gaue him to his Féere His daughter Progne At this match as after will appeare Was neyther Iuno President of mariage wont to bée Nor Hymen no nor any one of all the graces thrée The Furies snatching Tapers vp that on some Herce did stande Did light them and before the Bride did beare them in their hande The Furies made the Bridegroomes bed And on the house did rucke A cursed Owle the messenger of yll successe and lucke And all the night time while that they were lying in their beds She sate vpon the bedsteds top right ouer both their heds Such handsell Progne had the day that Tereus did hir wed Such handsell had they when that she was brought of childe a bed All Thracia did reioyce at them and thankt their Gods and wild That both the day of Prognes match with Tereus should be hild For feastfull and the day likewise that Itys first was borne So little know we what behoues The Sunne had now outworne Fiue Haruests and by course fiue times had run his yearly race When Progne flattring Tereus saide If any loue or grace Betweene vs be send eyther me my sister for to sée Or finde the meanes that hither she may come to visit mée You may assure your Fathrinlaw she shall againe returne Within a while Ye doe to me the highest great good turne That can be if you bring to passe I may my sister sée Immediatly the King commaundes his shippes a flote to bée And shortly after what with sayle and what with force of Ores In Atheâ—s hauen he arriues and landes at Pyrey shores Assoone as of his fathrinlaw the presence he obtainde And had of him bene courteously and friendly entertainde Unhappie handsell entred with their talking first togither The errandes of his wife the cause of his then comming thither He had but new begon to tell and promised that when She had hir sister séene she should with spéede be sent agen When sée the chaunce came Philomele in raiment very rich And yet in beautie farre more rich euen like the Fairies which Reported are the pleasant woods and water springs to haunt So that the like apparell and attire to them you graunt King Tereus at the sight of hir did burne in his desire As if a man should chaunce to set a gulfe of corne on fire Or burne a stacke of hay Hir face in déede deserued loue But as for him to fleshly lust euen nature did him moue For of those countries commonly the people are aboue All measure prone to lecherie And therefore both by kinde His flame encreast and by his owne default of vicious minde He purposde fully to corrupt hir seruants with reward Or for to bribe hir Nurce that she
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
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
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
one bodie oftentimes appeared to the eyes One halfe thereof aliue to be and all the rest beside Both voyde of life and séemely shape starke earth to still abide For when that moysture with the heate is tempred equally They doe conceyue â–ª and of them twaine engender by and by All kinde of things For though that fire with water aye debateth Yet moysture mixt with equall heate all liuing things createth And so those discordes in their kinde one striuing with the other In generation doe agrée and make one perfect mother And therfore when the mirie earth bespred with slimie mud Brought ouer all but late before by violence of the flud Caught heate by warmnesse of the Sunne and culmenesse of the skie Things out of number in the worlde forthwith it did applie Whereof in part the like before in former times had bene And some so straunge and ougly shapes as neuer erst were sene In that she did such Monsters bréede was greatly to hir woe But yet thou ougly Python wert engendred by hir thoe A terror to the new made folke which neuer erst had knowne So foule a Dragon in their life so monstrously foregrowne So great a ground thy poyson paunch did vnderneath thée hide The God of shooting who no where before that present tide Those kinde of weapons put in vre but at the speckled Deare Or at the Roes so wight of foote a thousand shaftes well neare Did on that hideous serpent spende of which there was not one But forced forth the venimd bloud along his sides to gone So that his quiuer almost voyde he nailde him to the grounde And did him nobly at the last by force of shot confounde And least that time might of this worke deface the worthy fame He did ordeyne in minde thereof a great and solemne game Which of the serpent that he slue of Pythians bare the name Where who so could the maistrie winne in feates of strength or sleight Of hande or foote or rolling whéele might claime to haue of right An Oken garland fresh and braue There was not any wheare As yet a Bay by meanes whereof was Phebus faine to weare The leaues of euery pleasant trée about his golden heare Peneian Daphne was the first where Phebus set his loue Which not blind chaunce but Cupids fierce cruel wrath did moue The Delian God but late before surprisde with passing pride For killing of the monstrous worme the God of loue espide With bowe in hand already bent and letting arrowes go To whome he sayd and what hast thou thou wanton baby so With warlike weapons for to toy It were a better sight To sée this kinde of furniture on our two shoulders bright Who when we list with stedfast hand both man and beast can wound Who tother day wyth arrowes kéene haue nayled to the ground The serpent Python so forswolne whose filthie wombe did hide So many acres of the grounde in which he did abide Content thy selfe sonne sorie loues to kindle with thy brand For these our prayses to attaine thou must not take in hand To him quoth Venus sonne againe well Phebus I agree Thy bow to shoote at euery beast and so shall mine at thée And looke how far that vnder God eche beast is put by kinde So much thy glorie lesse than ours in shooting shalt thou finde This saide with drift of fethered wings in broken ayre he flue And to the forkt and shadie top of Mount Parnasus drue There from hys quiuer full of shafts two arrowes did he take Of sundrie workes tone causeth Loue the tother doth it slake That causeth loue is all of golde with point full sharpe and bright That chaseth loue is blunt whose stéele with leaden head is dight The God this fixed in the Nymph Peneis for the nones The tother perst Apollos heart and ouerraft his bones Immediatly in smoldring heatâ— of Loue the tone did swelt Againe the tother in hir heart no sparke nor motion felt In woods and forrests is hir ioy the sauage beasts to chase And as the price of all hir painâ— to take the skinne and case Unwedded Phebe doth she haunt and follow as hir guide Unordred doe hir tresses waue scarce in a fillet tide Full many a wooer sought hir loue she lothing all the rout Impacient and without a man walkes all the woods about And as for Hymen or for loue and wedlocke often sought She tooke no care they were the furthest end of all hir thought Hir father many a time and oft would saye my daughter déere Thow owest me a sonneinlaw to be thy lawfull féere Hir father many a time and oft would say my daughter deere Of Nephewes thou my debtour art their Graundsires heart to chéere She hating as a haynous crime the bonde of bridely â—ed Demurely casting downe hir eyes and blushing somwhat red Did folde about hir fathers necke with â—auning armes and sed Deare father graunt me while I liue my maidenhead for to haue As to Diana here tofore hir father fréely gaue Thy father Daphne could consent to that thou doest require But that thy beautie and thy forme impugne thy chaste desire So that thy will and his consent are nothing in this case By reason of the beautie bright that shineth in thy face Apollo loues and longs to haue this Daphne to his Féere And as he longs he hopes but his foredoomes doe fayle him there And as light hame when corne is reapt or hedges burne with brandes That passers by when day drawes néere throwe loosely fro their handes So into flames the God is gone and burneth in his brest And féedes his vaine and barraine loue in hoping for the best Hir haire vnkembd about hir necke downe flaring did he sée O Lord and were they trimd quoth he how séemely would she bée He sées hir eyes as bright as fire the starres to represent He sées hir mouth which to haue séene he holdes him not content Hir lillie armes mid part and more aboue the elbow bare Hir handes hir fingers and hir wrystes him thought of beautie rare And sure he thought such other parts as garments then did hyde Excelled greatly all the rest the which he had espyed But swifter than the whyrling winde shée flées and will not stay To giue the hearing to these wordes the which he had to say I pray thée Nymph Penaeis stay I chase not as a fo Stay Nymph the Lambes so flée y â— Wolues the Stags y â— Lions so With flittring feathers â—ielie Doues so from the Gossehauke flie And euery creature from his foe Loue is the cause that I Do followe thée alas alas how would it grieue my heart To sée thée fall among the briers and that the bloud should start Out of thy tender legges I wretch the causer of thy smart The place is rough to which thou runst take leysure I thée pray Abate thy flight and I my selfe my running pace will stay Yet would I wishe thée take aduise and
the which he closely helde Betwéene his elbowe and his side and through the common fielde Went plodding lyke some good plaine soule that had some flocke to féede And as he went he pyped still vpon an Oten Réede Qâ—éene Iunos Heirdman farre in loue with this straunge melodie Bespake him thus Good fellow mine I pray thée heartely Come sitte downe by me on this hill for better féede I knowe Thou shalt not finde in all these fieldes and as the thing doth showe It is a coole and shadowie plot for shéepeheirds verie â—itte Downe by his elbow by and by did Atlas nephew sit And for to passe the tyme withall for séeming ouerlong He helde him talke of this and that and now and than among He playd vpon his merrie Pipe to cause his watching eyes To fall a sléepe Poore Argus did the best he could deuise To ouercome the pleasant nappes and though that some did sléepe Yet of his eyes the greater part he made their watch to kéepe â–ª And after other talke he askt for lately was it founde Who was the founder of that Pype that did so swéetely sounde Then sayde the God there dwelt sometime a Nymph of noble fame Among the hilles of Arcadie that Syrinx had to name Of all the Nymphes of Nonacris and Fairie farre and néere In beautie and in parsonage thys Ladie had no péere Full often had she giuen the slippe both to the Satyrs quicke And other Gods that dwell in Woods and in the Forrests thicke Or in the fruitfull fieldes abrode It was hir whole desire To follow chaste Dianas guise in Maydenhead and attire Whome she did counterfaite so nighe that such as did hir sée Might at a blush haue taken hir Diana for to bée But that the Nymph did in hir hande a bowe of Eornell holde Whereas Diana euermore did beare a bowe of golde And yet she did deceyue folke so Upon a certaine day God Pan with garland on his heade of Pinetrée sawe hir stray From Mount Lyceus all alone and thus to hir did say Unto a Gods request O Nymph voucesafe thou to agrée That doth desire thy wedded spouse and husband for to bée There was yet more behinde to tell as how that Syrinx fled Through waylesse woods and gaue no eare to that that Pan had sed Untill she to the gentle streame of sandie Ladon came Where for bicause it was so déepe she could not passe the same She piteously to chaunge hir shape the water Nymphes besought And how when Pan betwéene his armes to catch y â— Nymph had thought In steade of hir he caught the Réedes newe growne vpon the brooke And as he sighed with his breath the Réedes he softly shooke Which made a still and mourning noyse with straungnesse of the which And swéetenesse of the féeble sounde the God delighted mich Saide certesse Syrinx for thy sake it is my full intent To make my comfort of these Réedes wherein thou doest lament And how that there of sundrie Réedes with war together knit He made the Pipe which of hir name the Gréekes call Syrinx yet But as Cyllemus would haue tolde this tale he cast his sight On Argus and beholde his eyes had bid him all good night There was not one that did not sléepe and fast he gan to nodde Immediately he ceast his talke and with his charmed rodde So stroked all his heauie eyes that earnestly they slept Then with his Woodknife by and by he lightly to him sâ—ept And lent him such a perlous blowe where as the shoulders grue Unto the necke that straight his heade quite from the bodie flue Then tombling downe the headlong hill his bloudie coarse he sent That all the way by which he rolde was stayned and besprent There liste thou Argus vnder foote with all thy hundreth lights And all the light is cleane extinct that was within those sights One endelesse night thy hundred eyes hath nowe bereft for aye Yet would not Iuno suffer so hir Heirdmans eyes decay But in hir painted Peacocks tayle and feathers did them set Where they remayne lyke precious stones and glaring eyes as yet She tooke his death in great dispight and as hir rage did moue Determinde for to wréeke hir wrath vpon hir husbandes Loue. Forthwith she cast before hir eyes right straunge and vgly sightes Compelling hir to thinke she sawe some Fiendes or wicked sprightes And in hir heart such secret prickes and piercing stings she gaue hir As though the worlde from place to place with restlesse sorrow draue hir Thou Nylus wert assignd to stay hir paynes and trauelles past To which as soone as Iö came with much a doe at last With wearie knockles on thy brim she knéeled sadly downe And stretching foorth hir faire long necke and christall horned crowne Such kinde of countnaunce as she had she lifted to the skie And there with sighing sobbes and teares and lowing doolefully Did séeme to make hir mone to Ioue desiring him to make Some ende of those hir troublous stormes endured for his sake He tooke his wife about the necke and swéetely kissing prayde That Iös penance yet at length might by hir graunt be stayde Thou shalt not néede to feare quoth he that euer she shall grieue thée From this day forth And in this case the better to beleue mée The Stygian waters of my wordes vnparciall witnesse béenâ— Assoone as Iuno was appeasde immediately was séene That Iö tooke hir natiue shape in which she first was borne And eke became the selfe same thing the which she was beforne For by and by she cast away hir rough and hairie hyde In stéede whereof a soft smouth skinne with tender fleshe did byde Hir hornes sank down hir eies and mouth were brought in lesser roome Hir handes hir shoulders and hir armes in place againe did come Hir clouen Clées to fingers fiue againe reduced were On which the nayles lyke pollisht Gemmes did shine full bright clere In fine no likenesse of a Cow saue whitenesse did remaine So pure and perfect as no snowe was able it to staine She vaunst hir selfe vpon hir féete which then was brought to two And though she gladly would haue spoke yet durst she not so do Without good héede for feare she should haue lowed like a Cow And therefore softly with hir selfe she gan to practise how Distinctly to pronounce hir wordes that intermitted were Now as a Goddesse is she had in honour euerie where Among the folke that dwell by Nyle yâ—lad in linnen wéede Of her in tyme came Epaphus begotten of the séede of myghtie Ioue This noble ympe nowe ioyntly with his mother Through all the Cities of that lande haue temples tone with toother There was his match in heart and yeares the lustie Phaëton A stalworth stripling strong and stout the golden Phoebus sonne Whome making proude and stately vauntes of his so noble race And vnto him in that respect in nothing giuing place The sonne of Iö coulde not beare but sayde vnto him
day she hauing timely left hir hunting in the chace Was entred with hir troupe of Nymphes within this pleasant place She tooke hir quiuer and hir bow the which she had vnbent And eke hir Iauelin to a Nymph that serued that intent Another Nymph to take hir clothes among hir traine she chose Two losde hir buskins from hir legges and pulled of hir hose The Thebane Ladie Crocale more cunning than the rest Did trusse hir tresses handsomly which hung behind vndrest And yet hir owne hung wauing still Then Niphe nete and cléene With Hiale glistring like the grash in beautie fresh and shéene And Rhanis clearer of hir skin than are the rainie drops And little bibling Phyale and Pseke that pretie Mops Powrde water into vessels large to washe their Ladie with Now while she kéepes this wont behold by wandring in the frith He wist not whither hauing staid his pastime till the morrow Comes Cadmus Nephew to this thicke and entring in with sorrow Such was his cursed cruell fate saw Phebe where she washt The Damsels at the sight of man quite out of countnance dasht Bicause they euerichone were bare and naked to the quicke Did beate their handes against their breasts and cast out such a shricke That all the wood did ring thereof and clinging to their dame Did all they could to hide both hir and eke themselues fro shame But Phebe was of personage so comly and so tall That by the middle of hir necke she ouerpéerd them all Such colour as appeares in Heauen by Phebus broken rayes Directly shining on the Cloudes or such as is alwayes The colour of the Morning Cloudes before the Sunne doth show Such sanguine colour in the face of Phoebe gan to glowe There standing naked in his sight Who though she had hir gard Of Nymphes about hir yet she turnde hir bodie from him ward And casting back an angrie looke like as she would haue sent An arrow at him had she had hir bow there readie bent So raught she water in hir hande and for to wreake the spight Besprinckled all the heade and face of this vnluckie Knight And thus forespake the heauie lot that shoulde vpon him light Now make thy vaunt among thy Mates thou sawfte Diana bare Tell if thou can I giue thée leaue tell heardly doe not spare This done she makes no further threates but by and by doth spread A payre of liuely olde Harts hornes vpon his sprinckled head She sharpes his eares she makes his necke both slender long and lanke ▪ She turnes his fingers into féete his armes to spindle shanke She wrappes him in a hairie hyde beset with speckled spottes And planteth in him fearefulnesse And so away he trottes Full greatly wondring to him selfe what made him in that cace To be so wight and swift of foote But when he saw his face And horned temples in the brooke he would haue cryde alas But as for then no kinde of speach out of his lippes could passe He sight and brayde for that was then the speach that did remaine And downe the eyes that were not his his bitter teares did raine No part remayned saue his minde of that he earst had béene What should he doe turne home againe to Cadmus and the Quéene Or hyde himselfe among the Woods Of this he was afrayd And of the tother ill ashamde While doubting thus he stayd His houndes espyde him where he was and Blacksoote first of all And Stalker speciall good of sent began aloud to call This latter was a hounde of Crete the other was of Spart Then all the kenell fell in round and euerie for his part Dyd follow freshly in the chase more swifter than the winde Spy Eateal Scalecliffe thrée good houndes comne all of Arcas kinde Strong Kilbucke currish Sauage Spring and Hunter fresh of smell And Lightfoote who to lead a chase did beare away the bell Fierce Woodman hurte not long ago in hunting of a Bore And Shepeheird woont to follow shéepe and neate to fielde afore And Laund a fell and eger bitch that had a Wolfe to Syre Another brach callde Gréedigut with two hir Puppies by her And Ladon gant as any Gréewnd a hownd in Sycion bred Blab Fléetewood Patch whose flecked skin w t sundrie spots was spred Wight Bowman Royster beautie faire and white as winters snow And Tawnie full of duskie haires that ouer all did grow With lustie Ruffler passing all the resdue there in strength And Tempest best of footemanshipe in holding out at length And Cole and Swift and little Woolfe as wight as any other Accompanide with a Ciprian hound that was his natiue brother And Snatch amid whose forehead stoode a starre as white as snowe The resdue being all as blacke and slicke as any Crowe And shaggie Rugge with other twaine that had a Syre of Crete And Dam of Sparta Tone of them callde Iollyboy a great And large flewd hound the tother Chorle who euer gnoorring went And Ringwood with a shyrle loude mouth the which he fréely spent With diuers mo whose names to tell it were but losse of tyme. This fellowes ouer hill and dale in hope of pray doe clyme Through thicke and thin and craggie cliffes where was no way to go He flyes through groundes where oftentymes he chased had ere tho Euen from his owne folke is he faine alas to flée away He strayned oftentymes to speake and was about to say I am Acteon know your Lorde and Mayster sirs I pray But vse of wordes and speach did want to vtter forth his minde Their crie did ring through all the Wood redoubled with the winde First Slo did pinch him by the haunch and next came Kildéere in And Hylbred fastned on his shoulder bote him through the skinne These came forth later than the rest but coasting thwart a hill They did gainecope him as he came and helde their Master still Untill that all the rest came in and fastned on him to No part of him was frée from wound He could none other do But sigh and in the shape of Hart with voyce as Hartes are woont For voyce of man was none now left to helpe him at the brunt By braying shew his secret grief among the Mountaynes hie And knéeling sadly on his knées with dréerie teares in eye As one by humbling of himselfe that mercy séemde to craue With piteous looke in stead of handes his head about to waue Not knowing that it was their Lord the huntsmen chéere their hounds With wonted noyse and for Acteon looke about the grounds They hallow who could lowdest crie still calling him by name As though he were not there and much his absence they do blame In that he came not to the fall but slackt to sée the game As often as they named him he sadly shooke his head And faine he would haue béene away thence in some other stead But there he was And well he could haue found in heart to sée His dogges fell déedes so that
such powre as for to turne their shape That are the giuers of the stripe before you hence escape One stripe now will I lende you more He strake them as beforne And straight returnd his former shape in which he first was borne Tyresias therefore being tane to iudge this iesting strife Gaue sentence on the side of Ioue The which the Quéene his wife Did take a great deale more to heart than néeded and in spight To wreake hir téene vpon hir Iudge bereft him of his sight But Ioue for to the Gods it is vnléefull to vndoe The things which other of the Gods by any meanes haue doe Did giue him sight in things to come for losse of sight of eye And so his grieuous punishment with honour did supplie By meanes whereof within a while in Citie fielde and towne Through all the coast of Aöny was bruted his renowne And folke to haue their fortunes read that dayly did resorte Were aunswerde so as none of them could giue him misreporte The first that of his soothfast wordes had proufe in all the Realme Was freckled Lyriop whom sometime surprised in his streame The floud Cephisus did enforce This Lady bare a sonne Whose beautie at his verie birth might iustly loue haue wonne Narcissus did she call his name Of whome the Prophet sage Demaunded if the childe should liue to many yeares of age Made aunswere yea full long so that him selfe he doe not know The Soothsayers wordes séemde long but vaine vntill the end did show His saying to be true in déede by straungenesse of the rage And straungenesse of the kinde of death that did abridge his age For when yeares thrée times fiue and one he fully lyued had So that he séemde to stande béetwene the state of man and Lad The hearts of dyuers trim yong men his beautie gan to moue And many a Ladie fresh and faire was taken in his loue But in that grace of Natures gift such passing pride did raigne That to be toucht of man or Mayde he wholy did disdaine A babling Nymph that Echo hight who hearing others talke By no meanes can restraine hir tongue but that it néedes must walke Nor of hir selfe hath powre to ginne to speake to any wight Espyde him dryuing into toyles the fearefull stagges of flight This Echo was a body then and not an onely voyce Yet of hir speach she had that time no more than now the choyce That is to say of many wordes the latter to repeate The cause thereof was Iunos wrath For when that with the feate She might haue often taken Ioue in daliance with his Dames And that by stealth and vnbewares in middes of all his games This elfe would with hir tatling talke deteine hir by the way Untill that Ioue had wrought his will and they were fled away The which when Iuno did perceyue she said with wrathfull mood This tongue that hath deluded me shall doe thée little good For of thy speach but simple vse hereafter shalt thou haue The déede it selfe did straight confirme the threatnings that she gaue Yet Echo of the former talke doth double oft the ende And backe againe with iust report the wordes earst spoken sende Now when she sawe Narcists stray about the Forrest wyde She wared warme and step for step fast after him she hyde The more she followed after him and néerer that she came The whoter euer did she waxe as néerer to hir flame Lyke as the liuely Brimstone doth which dipt about a match And put but softly to the fire the flame doth lightly catch O Lord how often woulde she faine if nature would haue let Entreated him with gentle wordes some fauour for to get But nature would not suffer hir nor giue hir leaue to ginne Yet so farre forth as she by graunt at natures hande could winne Ay readie with attentiue eare she harkens for some sounde Whereto she might replie hir wordes from which she is not bounde By chaunce the stripling being strayde from all his companie Sayde is there any body nie straight Echo answerde I. Amazde he castes his eye aside and looketh round about And come that all the Forrest roong aloud he calleth out And come sayth she he looketh backe and séeing no man followe Why fliste he cryeth once againe and she the same doth hallowe He still persistes and wondring much what kinde of thing it was From which that answering voyce by turne so duely séemde to passe Said let vs ioyne She by hir will desirous to haue said In fayth with none more willingly at any time or stead Said let vs ioyne And standing somewhat in hir owne conceit Upon these wordes she left the Wood and forth she yéedeth streit To coll the louely necke for which she longed had so much He runnes his way and will not be imbraced of no such And sayth I first will die ere thou shalt take of me thy pleasure She aunswerde nothing else thereto but take of me thy pleasure Now when she saw hir selfe thus mockt she gate hir to the Woods And hid hir head for verie shame among the leaues and buddes And euer sence she lyues alone in dennes and hollow Caues Yet stacke hir loue still to hir heart through which she dayly raues The more for sorrowe of repulse Through restlesse carke and care Hir bodie pynes to skinne and bone and waxeth wonderous bare The bloud doth vanish into ayre from out of all hir veynes And nought is left but voyce and bones the voyce yet still remaynes Hir bones they say were turnde to stones From thence she lurking still In Woods will neuer shewe hir head in field nor yet on hill Yet is she heard of euery man it is hir onely sound And nothing else that doth remayne aliue aboue the ground Thus had he mockt this wretched Nymph and many mo beside That in the waters Woods and groues or Mountaynes did abyde Thus had he mocked many men Of which one miscontent To sée himselfe deluded so his handes to Heauen vp bent And sayd I pray to God he may once féele fierce Cupids fire As I doe now and yet not ioy the things he doth desire The Goddesse Ramnuse who doth wreake on wicked people take Assented to his iust request for ruth and pities sake There was a spring withouten mudde as siluer cleare and still Which neyther shéepeheirds nor the Goates that fed vpon the hill Nor other cattell troubled had nor sauage beast had styrd Nor braunch nor sticke nor leafe of trée nor any foule nor byrd The moysture fed and kept aye fresh the grasse that grew about And with their leaues the trées did kéepe the heate of Phoebus out The stripling wearie with the heate and hunting in the chace And much delighted with the spring and coolenesse of the place Did lay him downe vpon the brim and as he stooped lowe To staunche his thurst another thurst of worse effect did growe For as he dranke he chaunst to spie the Image of his
face The which he did immediately with feruent loue embrace He féedes a hope without cause why For like a foolishe noddie He thinkes the shadow that he sées to be a liuely boddie Astraughted like an ymage made of Marble stone he lyes There gazing on his shadowe still with fixed staring eyes Stretcht all along vpon the ground it doth him good to sée His ardant eyes which like two starres full bright and shyning bée And eke his fingars fingars such as Bacchus might beséeme And haire that one might worthely Apollos haire it déeme His beardlesse chinne and yuorie necke and eke the perfect grace Of white and red indifferently bepainted in his face All these he woondreth to beholde for which as I doe gather Himselfe was to be woondred at or to be pitied rather He is enamored of himselfe for want of taking héede And where he lykes another thing he lykes himselfe in déede He is the partie whome he wooes and suâ—er that doth wooe He is the flame that settes on fire and thing that burneth tooe O Lord how often did he kisse that false deceitfull thing How often did he thrust his armes midway into the spring To haue embraste the necke he saw and could not catch himselfe He knowes not what it was he sawe And yet the foolish elfe Doth burne in ardent loue thereof The verie selfe same thing That doth bewitch and blinde his eyes encreaseth all his sting Thou fondling thou why doest thou raught the fickle image so The thing thou séekest is not there And if a side thou go The thing thou louest straight is gone It is none other matter That thou doest sée than of thy selfe the shadow in the water The thing is nothing of it selfe with thée it doth abide With thee it would departe if thou withdrew thy selfe aside No care of meate could draw him thence nor yet desire of rest But lying flat against the ground and leaâ—ing on his brest With gréedâ—e eyes he gazeth still vppon the falced face And through his sight is wrought his bane Yet for a little space He turnes and settes himselfe vpright and holding vp his hands With piteous voyce vnto the wood that round about him stands Cryes out and ses alas ye Woods and was there euer any That looude so cruelly as I you know for vnto many A place of harbrough haue you béene and fort of refuge strong Can you remember any one in all your tyme so long That hath so pinde away as I I sée and am full faine Howbeit that I like and sée I can not yet attaine So great a blindnesse in my heart through doting loue doth raigne And for to spight me more withall it is no iourney farre No drenching Sea no Mountaine hie no wall no locke no barre It is but euen a little droppe that kéepes vs two a sunder He would be had For looke how oft I kisse the water vnder So oft againe with vpwarde mouth he riseth towarde mée A man would thinke to touch at least I should yet able bée It is a trifle in respect that lettes vs of our loue What wight soeuer that thou art come hither vp aboue O pierlesse piece why dost thou mée thy louer thus delude Or whither fliste thou of thy friende thus earnestly pursude Iwis I neyther am so fowle nor yet so growne in yeares That in this wise thou shouldst me shoon To haue me to their Féeres The Nymphes themselues haue sude ere this And yet as should appéere Thou dost pretende some kinde of hope of friendship by thy chéere For when I stretch mine armes to thée thou stretchest thine likewise And if I smile thou smilest too And when that from mine eyes The teares doe drop I well perceyue the water stands in thine Like gesture also dost thou make to euerie becke of mine And as by mouing of thy swéete and louely lippes I wéene Thou speakest words although mine eares conceiue not what they béene It is my selfe I well perceyue it is mine Image sure That in this sort dâ—luding me this furie doth procure I am mamored of my selfe I doe both set on fire And am the same that swelteth too through impotent desire What shall I doe be woode or wo whome shall I wo therefore The thing I séeke is in my selfe my plentie makes me poore O would to God I for a while might from my bodie part This wish is straunge to heare a Louer wrapped all in smart To wish away the thing the which he loueth as his heart My sorrowe takes away my strength I haue not long to liue But in the floure of youth must die To die it doth not grieue For that by death shall come the ende of all my griefe and paine I would this yongling whome I loue might lenger life obtaine For in one soule shall now decay we stedfast Louers twaine This saide in rage he turnes againe vnto the forsaide shade And rores the water with the teares and sloubring that he made That through his troubling of the Well his ymage gan to fade Which when he sawe to vanish so Oh whither dost thou flie Abide I pray thée heartely aloud he gan to crie Forsake me not so cruelly that loueth thée so déere But giue me leaue a little while my dazled eyes to chéere With sight of that which for to touch is vtterly denide Thereby to féede my wretched rage and surie for a tide As in this wise he made his mone he stripped off his cote And with his fist outragiously his naked stomacke smote A ruddie colour where he smote rose on his stomacke shéere Lyke Apples which doe partly white and striped red appéere Or as the clusters ere the grapes to ripenesse fully come An Orient purple here and there beginnes to grow on some Which things assoone as in the spring he did beholde againe He could no longer beare it out But fainting straight for paine As lith and supple waxe doth melt against the burning flame Or morning dewe against the Sunne that glareth on the same Euen so by piecemale being spent and wasted through desire Did he consume and melt away with Cupids secret fire His liuely hue of white and red his chéerefulnesse and strength And all the things that lyked him did wanze away at length So that in fine remayned not the bodie which of late The wretched Echo loued so Who when she sawe his state Although in heart she angrie were and mindefull of his pride Yet ruing his vnhappie case as often as he cride Alas she cride alas likewise with shirle redoubled sound And when he beate his breast or strake his féete against the ground She made like noyse of clapping too These are the woordes that last Out of his lippes beholding still his woonted ymage past Alas swéete boy beloude in vaine farewell And by and by With sighing sound the selfe same wordes the Echo did reply With that he layde his wearie head against the grassie place And death did cloze his
is my name Of Parentes but of lowe degrée in Lidy land I came No ground for painfull Oxe to till no shéepe to beare me wooll My father left me no nor horse nor Asse nor Cow nor Booll God wote he was but poore himselfe With line and bayted hooke The frisking fishes in the pooles vpon his Réede he tooke His handes did serue in steade of landes his substance was his craft Nowe haue I made you true accompt of all that he me laft As well of ryches as of trades in which I was his heire And successour For when that death bereft him vse of aire Saue water he me nothing left It is the thing alone Which for my lawfull heritage I clayme and other none Soone after I bicause that loth I was to ay abide In that poore state did learne a ship by cunning hande to guide And for to know the raynie signe that hight th' Olenien Gote Which with hir milke did nourish Ioue And also I did note The Plâ—iads and the Hiads moyst and eke the siely Plough With all the dwellings of the winds that make the Seas so rough And eke such Hauens as are méete to harbrough vessels in With euerie starre and heauenly signe that guides to shipmen bin Now as by chaunce I late ago did toward Dilos sayle I came on coast of Scios Ile and séeing day to fayle Tooke harbrough there and went a lande Assoone as that the night Was spent and morning can to péere with ruddie glaring light I rose and bad my companie fresh water fetch aboord And pointing them the way that led directly to the foorde I went me to a little hill and viewed round about To sée what weather we were lyke to haue eresetting out Which done I cald my watermen and all my Mates togither And willde them all to go a boord my selfe first going thither Loe here we are Opheltes sayd he was the Maysters Mate And as he thought a bootie found in desert fields a late He dragd a boy vpon his hande that for his beautie shéene A mayden rather than a boy appeared for to béene This childe as one forelade with wine and dreint with drousâ—e sléepe Did réele as though he scarcely coulde himselfe from falling kéepe I markt his countnance wéede and pace no inckling could I sée By which I might coniecture him a mortall wight to bée I thought and to my fellowes sayd what God I can not tell But in this bodie that we sée some Godhead sure doth dwell What God so euer that thou art thy fauour to vs showe And in our labours vs assist and pardone these also Pray for thy selfe and not for vs quoth Dictys by and by A nimbler fellow for to climbe vpon the Mast on hie And by the Cable downe to slide there was not in our kéele Swart Melanth patrone of the shippe did like his saying wée le So also did Alcimedon and so did Libys to And blacke Epopeus eke whose charge it did belong vnto To sée the Rowers at their tymes their dueties duely do And so did all the rest of them so sore mennes eyes were blinded Where couetousenesse of filthie gaine is more than reason minded Well sirs quoth I but by your leaue ye shall not haue it so I will not suffer sacriledge within this shippe to go For I haue here the most to doe And with that worde I stept Uppon the Hatches all the rest from entrance to haue kept The rankest Ruffian of the rout that Lycab had to name Who for a murder being late driuen out of Tuâ—cane came To me for succor waxed woode and with his sturdie fist Did giue me such a churlish blow bycause I did resist That ouer boord he had me sent but that with much ado I caught the tackling in my hand and helde me fast thereto The wicked Uarlets had a sport to sée me handled so Then Bacchus for it Bacchus was as though he had but thâ— Bene waked with their noyse from sléepe and that his drousâ—e braine Discharged of the wine begon to gather sence againe Said what a doe what noyse is this how came I here I pray Sâ—rs tell me whether you doe meane to carie me away Feare not my boy the Patrone sayd no more but tell me where Thou doest desire to go a lande and we will set thée there To Naxus ward quoth Bacchus tho set ship vpon the â—ome There would I haue harbrough take for Naxus is my home Like periurde Caitiâ—s by the Sea and all the Gods thereof They falsly sware it should be so and therewithall in scoffe They bade me hoyse vp saile and go Upon the righter hand I cast about to fetch the winde for so did Naxus stand What meanst art mad Opheltes cride and therewithall begun A feare of loosing of their pray through euery man to run The greater part with head and hand a signe did to me make And some did whisper in mine eare the left hand way to take I was amazde and said take charge henceforth who will for me For of your craft and wickednesse I will no furthrer be Then fell they to reuiling me and all the rout gan grudge Of which Ethalion said in scorne by like in you Sir snudgâ— Consistes the sauegard of vs all â–ª and wyth that word he takes My roume and leauing Naxus quite to other countries makes The God then dalying with these mates as though he had at last Begon to smell their suttle craft out of the foredecke cast His eye vpon the Sea and then as though he séemde to wéepe Sayd sirs to bring me on this coast ye doe not promise kéepe I sée that this is not the land the which I did request For what occasion in this sort deserue I to be drest What commendation can you win or praise thereby receyue If men a Lad if many one ye compasse to deceyue I wept and sobbed all this while the wicked villaines laught And rowed forth with might maine as though they had bene straught Now euen by him for sure than he in all the worlde so wide There is no God more neare at hand at euery time and tide I sweare vnto you that the things the which I shall declare Like as they séeme incredible euen so most true they are The ship stoode still amid the Sea as in a dustie docke They wondring at this miracle and making but a mocke Persist in beating with their Ores and on with all their sayles To make their Galley to remoue no Art nor labor fayles But Iuie troubled so their Ores that forth they could not row And both with Beries and with leaues their â—ailes did ouergrow And he himselfe with clustred grapes about his temples round Did shake a Iaueling in his hand that round about was bound With leaues of Uines and at his féete there séemed for to couch Of Tygers Lynx and Panthers shapes most ougly for to touch I cannot tell you whether feare or woodnesse were the cause
night Which doth refresh their werie limmes and kéepeth them in plight To beare their dailie labor out now while the stéedes there take Their heauenly foode and night by turne his timely course doth make The God disguised in the shape of Quéene Eurynome Doth prease within the chamber doore of faire Leucothoë His louer whome amid .xii. Maides he found by candlelight Yet spinning on hir little Rocke and went me to hir right And kissing hir as mothers vse to kisse their daughters deare Saide Maydes withdraw your selues a while and sit not listning here I haue a secret thing to talke The Maides auoyde eche one The God then being with his loue in chamber all alone Said I am he that metes the yeare that all things doe beholde By whome the Earth doth all things sée the Eye of all the worlde Trust me I am in loue with thée The Ladie was so nipt With sodaine feare that from hir hands both rocke and spindle slipt Hir feare became hir wondrous well he made no mo delayes But turned to his proper shape and tooke hys glistring rayes The damsell being sore abasht at this so straunge a sight And ouercome with sodaine feare to sée the God so bright Did make no outcrie nor no noyse but helde hir pacience still And suffred him by forced powre his pleasure to fulfill Hereat did Clytie sore repine For she beyond all measure Was then enamoured of the Sunne stung with this displeasure That he another Leman had for verie spight and yre She playes the blab and doth defame Leucothoë to hir Syre He cruell and vnmercifull would no excuse accept But holding vp hir handes to heauen when tenderly she wept And said it was the Sunne that did the déede against hir will Yet like a sauage beast full bent his daughter for to spill He put hir déepe in delued ground and on hir bodie laide A huge great heape of heauie sand The Sunne full yll appaide Did with his beames disperse the sand and made an open way To bring thy buried face to light but such a weight there lay Upon thee that thou couldst not raise thine hand aloft againe And so a corse both voide of bloud and life thou didst remaine There neuer chaunst since Phaetons fire a thing that grieude so sore The ruler of the winged stéedes as this did And therfore He did attempt if by the force and vertue of his ray He might againe to liuely heate hir frozen limmes conuay But forasmuch as destenie so great attempts denies He sprincles both the corse it selfe and place wherein it lyes With fragrant Nectar And therewith bewayling much his chaunce Sayd yet aboue the starrie skie thou shalt thy selfe aduaunce Anon the body in this heauenly liquor stéeped well Did melt and moisted all the earth with swéete and pleasant smell And by and by first taking roote among the cloddes within By little and by little did with growing top begin A pretie spirke of Frankinsence aboue the Tumbe to win Although that Clytie might excuse hir sorrow by hir loue And seeme that so to play the blab hir sorrow did hir moue Yet would the Author of the light resort to hir no more But did withholde the pleasant sportes of Venus vsde before The Nymph not able of hir selfe the franticke fume to stay With restlesse care and pensiuenesse did pine hir selfe away Bareheaded on the bare cold ground with flaring haire vnkempt She sate abrode both night and day and clearly did exempt Hirselfe by space of thrise thrée dayes from sustnance and repast Saue only dewe and saue hir teares with which she brake hir fast And in that while she neuer rose but stared on the Sunne And euer turnde hir face to his as he his corse did runne Hir limmes stacke fast within the ground and all hir vpper part Did to a pale ashcolourd herbe cleane voyde of bloud conuart The floure whereof part red part white beshadowed with a blew Most like a Uiolet in the shape hir countnance ouergrew And now though fastned with a roote she turnes hir to the Sunne And kéepes in shape of herbe the loue with which she first begunne She made an ende and at hir tale all wondred some denide Hir saying to be possible and other some replide That such as are in déede true Gods may all things worke at will But Bacchus is not any such Thys arguing once made still To tell hir tale as others had Alcithoes turne was come Who with hir shettle shooting through hir web within the Loome Said Of the shepeheird Daplynis loue of Ida whom erewhile A iealouse Nymph bicause he did with Lemans hir beguile For anger turned to a stone such furie loue doth sende I will not speake it is to knowe ne yet I doe entende To tell how Scython variably digressing from his kinde Was as sometime woman sometime man as liked best his minde And Celmus also wyll I passe who for bicause he cloong Most faithfully to Iupiter when Iupiter was yoong Is now become an Adamant So will I passe this howre To shew you how the Curets were engendred of a showre Or how that Crocus and his loue faire Smylar turned were To little flowres with pleasant newes your mindes now will I chere Learne why the fountaine Salmacis diffamed is of yore Why with his waters ouerstrong it weakeneth men so sore That whoso bathes him there commes thence a perfect man no more The operation of this Well is knowne to euery wight But few can tell the cause thereof the which I will recite The waternymphes did nurce a sonne of Mercuries in I de Begot on Venus in whose face such beautie did abide As well therein his father both and mother might be knowne Of whome he also tooke his name Assoone as he was growne To fiftene yeares of age he left the Countrie where he dwelt And Ida that had fostered him The pleasure that he felt To trauell Countries and to sée straunge riuers with the state Of forren landes all painfulnesse of trauell did abate He trauelde through the lande of Lycie to Carie that doth bound Next vnto Lycia There he saw a Poole which to the ground Was Christall cleare No fennie sedge no barren reeke no réede Nor rush with pricking poynt was there nor other moorish wéede The water was so pure and shere a man might well haue seene And numbred all the grauell stones that in the bottome béene The vtmost borders from the brim enuirond were with clowres Beclad with herbes ay fresh and gréene and pleasant smelling flowres A Nymph did haunt this goodly Poole but such a Nymph as neyther To hunt to run nor yet to shoote had any kinde of pleasure Of all the Waterfairies she alonly was vnknowne To swift Diana As the brute of fame abrode hath blowne Hir sisters oftentimes would say take lightsome Dart or bow And in some painefull exercise thine ydle time bestow But neuer could they hir persuade to runne to shoote or hunt Or
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
forsake And from the Riuer Cyniphis which is in Lybie lande She had the fine shéere scaled filmes of water snayles at hand And of an endlesseliued heart the liuer had she got To which she added of a Crowe that then had liued not So little as nine hundred yeares the head and Bill also Now when Medea had with these and with a thousand mo Such other kinde of namelesse things bestead hir purpose through For lengthning of the old mans life she tooke a withered bough Cut lately from an Olyf trée and iumbling all togither Did raise the bottome to the brim and as she stirred hither And thither with the withered sticke behold it waxed gréene Anon the leaues came budding out and sodenly were séene As many berries dangling downe as well the bough could beare And where the fire had from the pan the scumming cast or where The scalding drops did fall the ground did springlike florish there And flowres with fodder fine and soft immediatly arose Which when Medea did behold with naked knife she goes And cuttes the olde mans throte and letting all his old bloud go Supplies it with the boyled iuice the which when Aeson tho Had at his mouth or at his wounde receyued in his heare As well of head as beard from gray to coleblacke turned were His leane pale hore and withered corse grew fulsome faire and fresh His furrowed wrincles were fulfilde with yong and lustie flesh His limmes waxt frolicke baine and lithe at which he wondring much Remembred that at fortie yeares he was the same or such And as from dull vnwieldsome age to youth he backward drew Euen so a liuely youthfull spright did in his heart renew The wonder of this monstruous act had Bacchus séene from hie And finding that to youthfull yeares his Nurses might thereby Restored bée did at hir hand receiue it as a gift And least deceitfull guile should cease Medea found a shift To feyne that Iason and hir selfe were falne at oddes in wroth And therevpon in humble wise to Pelias Court she goth Whâ—re forbicause the King himselfe was féebled sore with age His daughters entertainde hir whome Medea being sage Within a while through false pretence of feyned friendship brought To take hir baite For as she tolde what pleasures she had wrought For Iason and among the rest as greatest sadly tolde How she had made his father yong that withred was and olde And taried long vpon that point they hoped glad and faine That their olde father might likewise his youthful yeares regaine And this they crauing instantly did proffer for hir paine What recompence she would desire She helde hir peace a while As though she doubted what to doe and with hir suttle guile Of counterfetted grauitie more eger did them make Assone as she had promisde them to doe it for their sake For more assurance of my graunt your selues quoth she shall sée The oldest Ram in all your flocke a Lambe streight made to bée By force of my confections strong Immediatly a Ram So olde that no man thereabouts remembred him a Lam â–ª Was thither by his warped hornes which turned inward to To his hollow Temples drawne whose withred throte she slit in two And when she cleane had drayned out that little bloud that was Upon the fire with herbes of strength she set a pan of brasse And cast his carcasse thereinto The Medcine did abate The largenesse of his limmes and seard his dossers from his pate And with his hornes abridgde his yeares Anon was plainly heard The bleating of a new yeaâ—d Lambe from mid the Ketleward And as they wondred for to heare the bleating streight the Lam Leapt out and frisking ran to séeke the vdder of some Dam. King Pelias daughters were amazde and when they did beholde Hir promise come to such effect they were a thousand folde More earnest at hir than before Thrise Phoebus hauing pluckt The Collars from his horses neckes in Iber had them duckt And now in Heauen the streaming starres the fourth night shined cleare When false Medea on the fire had hanged water shere With herbes that had no powre at all The King and all his garde Which had the charge that night about his person for to warde Were through hir nightspels and hir charmes in deadly sléepe all cast And Pelias daughters with the Witch which eggde them forward past Into his chamber by the watch and compast in his bed Then wherefore stand ye doubting thus like fooles Medea sed On draw your swordes and let ye out his old bloud that I may Fill vp his emptie veynes againe with youthfull bloud streight way Your fathers life is in your handes it lieth now in you To haue him olde and withred still or yong and lustie Now If any nature in ye be and that ye doe not féede A fruitelesse hope your dutie to your father doe with spéede Expulse his age by sword and let the filthy matter out Through these persuasions which of them so euer went about To shewe hirselfe most naturall became the first that wrought Against all nature and for feare she should be wicked thought She executes the wickednesse which most to shun she sought Yet was not any one of them so bolde that durst abide To looke vpon their father when she strake but wride aside Hir eyes and so their cruell handes not marking where they hit With faces turnde another way at all auenture 〈◊〉 He all beweltred in his bloud awaked with the smart And maimde and mangled as he was did giue a sodeyne start Endeuoring to haue risen vp but when he did beholde Himselfe among so many swordes he lifting vp his olde Pale waryâ—sh armes said daughters mine what doe ye who hath put These wicked weapons in your hands your fathers throte to cut With that their heartes and handes did faint And as he talked yet Medea breaking of his wordes his windpipe quickly slit And in the scalding liquor torne did drowne him by and by But had she not with winged wormes streight mounted in the skie She had not scaped punishment but stying vp on hie She ouer shadie Pelion flew where Chyron erst did dwell And ouer Othrys and the grounds renowinde for that befell To auncient Ceramb who such time as old Deucalions flood Upon the face of all the Earth like one maine water stood By helpe of Nymphes with fethered wings was in the Ayer lift And so escaped from the floud vndrowned by the shift She left Aeolian Pytanie vpon hir left hand and The Serpent that became a stone vpon the Lesbian sand And Ida woods where Bacchus hid a Bullocke as is sayd In shape of Stag the which his sonne had théeuishly conuayde And where the Sire of Corytus lies buried in the dust The fieldes which Meras when he first did into barking brust Affraide with straungenesse of the noyse And eke Eurypils towne In which the wiues of Cos had hornes like Oxen on their crowne Such time as Hercles
Of ships and souldiers yet the wrath the which he had before Conceyued in his fathers brest for murthring of his sonne Androgeus made him farre more strong and fiercer for to ronne To rightfull battell to reuenge the great displeasure donne Howbeit he thought it best ere he his warfare did begin To finde the meanes of forreine aides some friendship for to win And therevpon with flying fléete where passage did permit He went to visit all the Iles that in those seas doe fit Anon the Iles Astypaley and Anaphey both twaine The first constreynde for feare of war the last in hope of gaine Tooke part with him Low Myconey did also with him hold So did the chalkie Cymoley and Syphney which of olde Was verie riche with veynes of golde and Scyros full of bolde And valiant men and Seryphey the smooth or rather fell And Parey which for Marblestone doth beare away the bell And Sythney which a wicked wench callde Arne did betray For mony who vpon receit thereof without delay Was turned to a birde which yet of golde is gripple still And is as blacke as any cole both fethers féete and bill A Cadowe is the name of hir But yet Olyarey And Didymey and Andrey eke and Tene and Gyarey And Pepareth where Oliue trees most plenteously doe grow In no wise would agrée their helpe on Minos to bestow Then Minos turning lefthandwise did sayle to Oenope Where reignde that time King Aeacus This Ile had called be Of old by name of Oenope but Aeacus turnde the name And after of his mothers name Aegina callde the same The common folke ran out by heapes desirous for to sée A man of such renowne as Minos bruted was to bée The Kings three sonnes Duke Telamon Duke Peley and the yong Duke Phocus went to méete with him Old Aeacus also clung With age came after leysurely and asked him the cause Of his repaire The ruler of the hundred Shires gan pause And musing on the inward griefe that nipt him at the hart Did shape him aunswere thus O Prince vouchsafe to take my part In this same godly warre of mine assist me in the iust Reuengement of my murthred sonne that sléepeth in the dust I craue your comfort for his death Aeginas sonne replide Thy suite is vaine and of my Realme perforce must be denide For vnto Athens is no lande more sure than this alide Such leagues betwéene vs are which shall infringde for me abide Away went Minos sad and said full dearly shalt thou bie Thy leagues He thought it for to be a better pollicie To threaten war than war to make and there to spend his store And strength which in his other needes might much auaile him more As yet might from Oenopia walles the Cretish fléete be kend When thitherward with puffed sayles and wind at will did tend A ship from Athens which anon arriuing at the strand Set Cephal with Ambassade from his Countrimen a land The Kings thrée sonnes though long it were since last they had him séene Yet knew they him And after olde acquaintance eft had béene Renewde by shaking hands to Court they did him streight conuay This Prince which did allure the eyes of all men by the way As in whose stately person still remained to be séene The markes of beautie which in flowre of former yeares had béene Went holding out on Olife braunch that grew in Atticke lande And for the reuerence of his age there went on eyther hand A Nobleman of yonger yeares Sir Clytus on the right And Butes on the left the sonnes of one that Pallas hâ—ght When gréeting first had past betweene these Nobles and the King Then Cephal setting streight a broche the message he did bring Desired aide and shewde what leagues stoode then in sorce betwéene His countrie and the Aeginites and also what had béene Decréed betwixt their aunceters concluding in the ende That vnder colour of this war which Minos did pretende To only Athens he in déede the conquest did intende Of all Achaia When he thus by helpe of learned skill His countrie message furthred had King Aeacus leaning still His left hand on his scepter saide My Lordes I would not haue Your state of Athens séeme so straunge as succor here to craue I pray commaund For be ye sure that what this Ile can make Is yours Yea all that ere I haue shall hazard for your sake I want no strength I haue such store of souldiers that I may Both vex my foes and also kéepe my Realme in quiet stay And now I thinke me blest of God that time doth serue to showe Without excuse the great good will that I to Athens owe. God holde it sir ê™ Cephalus God make the number grow Of people in this towne of yours it did me good a late When such a goodly sort of youth of all one age and rate Did méete me in the stréete but yet me thinkes that many misse Which at my former being here I haue beheld ere this At that the King did â—igh and thus with plaintfull voice did say A sad beginning aftâ—rward in better lucke did stay I would I plainly could the same before your faces lay Howbeit I will disorderly repeate it as I may And least I séeme to wearie you with ouerlong delay The men that you so mindefully enquire for lie in ground And nought of them saue bones and dust remayneth to be found But as it hapt what losse thereby did vnto me redound A cruell plague through Iunos wrath who dreadfully did hate This Land that of hir husbands Loue did take the name of late Upon my people fell as long as that the maladie None other séemde than such as haunts mans nature vsually And of so great mortalitie the hurtfull cause was hid We stroue by Phisicke of the same the Pacients for to rid The mischief ouermaistred Art yea Phisick was to séeke To doe it selfe good First the Aire with foggâ—e stinking réeke Did daily ouerdréepe the earth and close culme Clouds did make The wether faint and while the Moone foure time hir light did take And fillde hir emptie hornes therewith and did as often slake The warme South windes with deadly heate continually did blow Infected were the Springs and Ponds and streames that ebbe flow And swarmes of Serpents crawld about the fieldes that lay vntillde Which with their poison euen the brookes and running waters fillde In sodaine dropping downe of Dogs of Horses Shéepe and Kine Of Birds Beasts both wild tame as Oxen Wolues Swine The mischiefe of this secret sore first outwardly appéeres The wretched Plowman was amazde to sée his sturdie Stéeres Amid the â—orrow sinking downe ere halfe his worke was donne Whole flocks of shéepe did faintly bleate and therewithall begonne Their fléeces for to fall away and leaue the naked skin And all their bodies with the rot attainted were within The lustie Horse that erst was fierce in field renowne to win Against his kinde
them blacke and blew And while his bodie yit Remained they did cherish it and cherish it againe They kist his bodie yea they kist the chist that did containe His corse And after that the corse was burnt to ashes they Did presse his ashes with their brests and downe along they lay Upon his tumb and there embraste his name vpon the stone And fillde the letters of the same with teares that from them gone At length Diana satisfide with slaughter brought vpon The house of Oenie lifts them vp with fâ—thers euerichone Saue Gorgee and the daughtriulaw of noble Alâ—mene and Makes wings to stretch along their sides and horned nebs to stand Upon their mouthes And finally she altring quight their faire And natiue shape in shape of Birds dooth send them through the Aire The noble Theseus in this while with others hauing donne His part in killing of the Boare too Athens ward begonne Too take his way But Acheloy then being swolne with raine Did stay him of his iourney and from passage him restraine Of Athens valiant knight quoth he come vnderneath my roofe And for to passe my raging streame as yet attempt no proofe This brooke is wont whole trées too beare and euelong stones too carry With hideous roring down his streame I oft haue séene him harry Whole Shepcotes standing nere his banks with flocks of shéepe therin Nought booted buls their streÌ„gth nought stéedes by swiftnes there could win Yea many lustie men this brooke hath swallowed when y â— snow From mountaines molten caused him his banks too ouerflow The best is for you for too rest vntill the Riuer fall Within his boundes and runne ageine within his chanell small Content quoth Theseus Acheloy I will not sure refuse Thy counsell nor thy house And so he both of them did vse Of Pommy hollowed diuersly and ragged Pebble stone The walles were made The floore with Mosse was soft to tread vpon The roofe thereof was checkerwise with shelles of Purple wrought And Perle The Sunne then full two parts of day to end had brought And Theseus downe to table sate with such as late before Had friendly borne him companie at killing of the Bore A tone side sate Ixions sonne and on the other sate The Prince of Troyzen Lelex with a thin hearde horie pate And then such other as the brooke of Acarnania did Uouchsafe the honor to his boord and table for to bid Who was right glad of such a guest Immediatly there came Barefooted Nymphes who brought in meate And when that of the same The Lords had taken their repast the meate away they tooke And set downe wine in precious stones Then Theseus who did looke Upon the Sea that vnderneath did lie within their sight Said tell vs what is yonsame place and with his fingar right Hée poynted therevnto I pray and what that Iland hight Although it séemeth mo than one The Riuer answerd thus It is not one mayne land alone that kenned is of vs. There are vppon a fyue of them The distaunce of the place Dooth hinder too discerne betwéene eche I le the perfect space And that the lesse yée woonder may at Phoebees act a late To such as had neglected her vppon contempt or hate Theis Iles were sumtyme Waternimphes who hauing killed Neate Twyce fyue and called too theyr feast the Country Gods too eate Forgetting mee kept frolicke cheere At that gan I too swell And ran more large than euer erst and being ouer fell Iâ—stomacke and in streame I rent the wood from wood and féeld FroÌ„ féeld with the ground the Nymphes as then with stomacks méeld Remembring mée I tumbled to the Sea The waues of mée And of the sea the ground that erst all whole was woont too bée Did rend a sunder into all the Iles you yonder sée And made a way for waters now too passe betwéene them frée They now of Vrchins haue theyr name But of theis Ilands one A great way of behold yée stands a great way of alone As you may sée The Mariners doo call it Perimell With her shée was as then a Nymph so farre in loue I fell That of her maydenhod I her spoyld which thing displeasd so sore Her father Sir Hippodamas that from the craggy shore He threw her headlong downe to drowne her in the sea But I Did latch her streight and bearing her a flote did lowd thus crie O Neptune with thy thréetynde Mace who hast by lot the charge Of all the waters wylde that bound vppon the earth at large To whom wée holy streames doo runne in whome wée take our end Draw néere and gently to my boone effectually attend This Ladie whom I beare a flote myselfe hath hurt Bée méeke And vpright If Hippodamas perchaunce were fatherleeke Or if that he extremitie through outrage did not séeke He oughted too haue pitied her and for too beare with mée Now help vs Neptune I thée pray and condescend that shée Whom from the land her fathers wrath and cruelnesse dooth chace Who through her fathers cruelnesse is drownd may find the grace To haue a place or rather let hirselfe become a place And I will still embrace the same The King of Seas did moue His head and as a token that he did my sute approue He made his surges all too shake The Nymph was sore afrayd Howbéet shée swam and as shée swam my hand I softly layd Upon her brest which quiuered still And whyle I toucht the same I sensibly did féele how all her body hard became And how the earth did ouergrow her bulk And as I spake New earth enclosde hir swimming limbes which by and by did take Another shape and grew intoo a mighty I le With that The Riuer ceast and all men there did woonder much thereat Pirithous being ouer hault of mynde and such a one As did despyse bothe God and man did laugh them euerychone Too scorne for giuing credit and sayd thus The woords thou spaakst Are feyned fancies Acheloy and ouerstrong thou maakst The Gods to say that they can giue and take way shapes This scoffe Did make the héere 's all amazde for none did like thereof And Lelex of them all the man most rype in yéeres and wit Sayd thus Unmeasurable is the powre of heauen and it Can haue none end And looke what God dooth mynd too bring about Must take effect And in this case too put yée out of dout Upon the hilles of Phrygie néere of Teyle there stands a trée Of Oke enclosed with a wall Myself the place did sée For Pithey vnto Pelops féelds did send mée where his father Did sumtyme reigne not farre fro thence there is a poole which rather Had bene dry ground inhabited But now it is a meare And Moorecocks Cootes and Cormorants doo bréede and nestle there The mightie Ioue and Mercurie his sonne in shape of men Resorted thither on a tyme. A thousand houses when For roome too lodge in they had sought a thousand houses
seruing of a Goddesse that is thanklesse for thy payne When Isis had this comfort giuen shée went her way agayne A ioyfull wyght rose Telethuse and lifting too the sky Her hardened hands did pray hir dreame myght woorke effectually Her throwes increast and forth alone anon the burthen came A wench was borne too Lyctus who knew nothing of the same The mother making him beléeue it was a boay did bring It vp and none but shée and nurce were priuie too the thing The father thanking God did giue the chyld the Graundsyres name The which was Iphys Ioyfull was the moother of the same Bycause the name did serue alike too man and woman bothe And so the lye through godly guile forth vnperceyued gothe The garments of it were a boayes The face of it was such As eyther in a boay or gyrle of beawtie vttered much When Iphys was of thirtéene yéeres her father did insure The browne Iänthee vntoo her a wench of looke demure Commended for her fauor and her person more than all The Maydes of Phestos Telest men her fathers name did call He dwelt in Dyctis They were bothe of age and fauor léeke And vnâ—er both one schoolemayster they did for nurture séeke And herevpon the hartes of both the dart of Loue did stréeke And wounded both of them aléeke But vnlike was theyr hope Both longed for the wedding day toogither for too cope For whom Iänthee thinkes too bée a man shée hopes too sée Her husband Iphys loues whereof shée thinkes shée may not bée Partaker and the selfe same thing augmenteth still her flame Herself a Mayden with a Mayd ryght straunge in loue became Shée scarce could stay her teares What end remaynes for mée ê™ shée How straunge a loue how vncoth how prodigious reygnes in mée If that the Gods did fauor mée they should destroy mée quyght Or if they would not mée destroy at least wyse yit they myght Haue giuen mée such a maladie as myght with nature stond Or nature were acquainted with A Cow is neuer fond Uppon a Cow nor Mare on Mare The Ram delyghts the Eawe The Stag the Hynde the Cocke the Hen. But neuer man could shew That female yit was â—ane in loue with female kynd O would Too God I neuer had béene borne Yit least that Candy should Not bring foorth all that monstruous were the daughter of the Sonne Did loue a Bull. Howbéet there was a Male too dote vppon My loue is furioâ—ser than hers if truthe confessed bée For shée was fond of such a lust as myght bée compast Shée Was serued by a Bull beguyld by Art in Cow of trée And one there was for her with whom aduowtrie to commit If all the conning in the worlde and slyghts of suttle wit Were héere or if that Daedalus himselfe with vncowth wing Of Wax should hither fly againe what comfort should he bring Could he with all his conning crafts now make a boay of mée Or could he O Iänthee chaunge the natiue shape of thée Nay rather Iphys settle thou thy mynd and call thy witts Abowt thee shake thou of theis flames that foolishly by fitts With out all reason reigne Thou séest what Nature hathe thée made Onlesse thow wilt deceyue thy selfe So farre foorth wysely wade As ryght and reason may support and loue as women ought Hope is the thing that bréedes desyre hope féedes the amorous thought This hope thy sex denieth thée Not watching doth restreyne Thée from embracing of the thing wherof thou art so fayne Nor yit the Husbands iealowsie nor rowghnesse of her Syre Nor yit the coynesse of the Wench dooth hinder thy desyre And yit thou canst not her enioy No though that God and man Should labor too their vttermost and doo the best they can In they behalfe they could not make a happy wyght of thée I cannot wish the thing but that I haue it Frank and frée The Goddes haue giuen mée what they could As I will so will hée That must become my fathrinlaw so willes my father too But nature stronger than them all consenteth not theretoo This hindreth mée and nothing else Behold the blisfull â—yme The day of Mariage is at hand Iänthee shalbée myne And yit I shall not her enioy Amid the water wée Shall thirst O Iuno president of mariage why with thée Comes Hymen too this wedding where no brydegroome you shall sée But bothe are Brydes that must that day toogither coupled bée This spoken shée did hold hir peace And now the toother mayd Did burne as whote in loue as shée And earnestly shee prayd The brydale day myght come with spéede The thing for which shée longd Dame Telethusa fearing sore from day too day prolongd The tyme oft feyning siknesse oft pretending shée had séene Ill tokens of successe at length all shifts consumed béene The wedding day so oft delayd was now at hand The day Before it taking from her head the kerchéef quyght away And from her daughters head likewyse with scattred heare she layd Her handes vpon the Altar and with humble voyce thus prayd O Isis who doost haunt the towne of Paretonie and The féeldes by Maraeotis lake and Pharos which dooth stand By Alexandria and the Nyle diuided intoo seuen Great channels comfort thou my feare and send mée help from heauen Thyself O Goddesse euen thyself and theis thy relikes I Did once behold and knew them all as well thy company As eke thy sounding rattles and thy â—ressets burning by And myndfully I marked what commaundement thou didst giue That I escape vnpunished that this same wench dooth liue Thy counsell and thy hest it is Haue mercy now on twayne And help vs. With that word the teares ran downe her chéekes amayne The Goddesse séemed for too moue her Altar and in déede She moued it The temple doores did tremble like a réede And hornes in likenesse too the Moone about the Church did shyne And Rattles made a raughtish noyse At this same luckie signe Although not wholy carelesse yit ryght glad shée went away And Iphys followed after her with larger pace than ay Shée was accustomd And her face continued not so whyght Her strength encreased and her looke more sharper was too syght Her heare grew shorter and shée had a much more liuely spryght Than when shée was a wench For thou O Iphys who ryght now A modther wert art now a boay With offrings both of yow Too Church retyre and there reioyce with fayth vnfearfull They With offrings went too Church ageine and there theyr vowes did pay They also set a table vp which this bréef méeter had The vovves that Iphys vovvd a vvench he hath performd a Lad. Next morrow ouer all the world did shine with lightsome flame When Iuno and Dame Venus and Sir Hymen ioyntly came Too Iphys mariage who as then transformed too a boay Did take Iänthee too his wyfe and so her loue enioy Finis noni Libri ¶ THE TENTH BOOKE of Ouids Metamorphosis FRom thence in
by were tilling of the ground And labring men with brawned armes not farre fro thence were found A digging of the hardned earth and earning of theyr food With sweating browes They séeing this same rout no longer stood But ran away and left theyr tooles behynd them Euery where Through all the féeld theyr mattocks rakes and shouells scattred were Which when the cruell féends had caught and had a sunder rent The horned Oxen backe ageine to Orphy ward they went And wicked wights they murthred him who neuer till that howre Did vtter woordes in vaine nor sing without effectuall powre And through that mouth of his oh lord which euen the stones had heard And vnto which the witlesse beastes had often giuen regard His ghost then breathing intoo aire departed Euen the fowles Were sad for Orphye and the beast with sorye syghing howles The rugged stones did moorne for him the woods which many a tyme Had followed him too héere him sing bewayled this same cryme Yea euen the trées lamenting him did cast theyr leauy heare The riuers also with theyr teares men say encreased were Yea and the Nymphes of brookes woods vppon theyr streames did sayle With scattred heare about theyr eares in boats with sable sayle His members lay in sundrie steds His head and harp both cam To Hebrus and a woondrous thing as downe the streame they swam His Harp did yéeld a moorning sound his liuelesse â—oong did make A certeine lamentable noyse as though it still yit spake And bothe the banks in moorning wyse made answer too the same At length a downe theyr country streame too open sea they came And lyghted on Methymnye shore in Lesbos land There No sooner on the forreine coast now cast a land they were But that a cruell naturde Snake did streyght vppon them fly And licking on his ruffled heare the which was dropping drye Did gape too tyre vppon those lippes that had béene woont to sing Most heauenly hymnes But Phebus streyght preuenting y â— same thing Dispoynts the Serpent of his bit and turnes him into stone With gaping chappes â–ª Already was the Ghost of Orphye gone To Plutos realme and there he all the places â—ft béehilld The which he heretoofore had séene And as he sought the féeld Of fayre Elysion where the â—oules of godly folk doo woonne He â—ound his wyfe Eury dicee to whom he streyght did roonne And hilld her in imbracing armes There now he one while walks Toogither with hir chéeke by chéeke another while he stalks Before her and another whyle he followeth her And now Without all kinde of forfeyture he saufly myght aâ—ow His looking bakward at his wyfe But Bacchus gréeued at The murther of the Chapleine of his Orgies suffred not The mischéef vnreuengd too bée For by and by he bound The Thracian women by the féete with writhen roote in ground As many as consenting too this wicked act were found And looke how much that eche of them the prophet did pursew So much he sharpening of their toes within the ground them drew And as the bird that fynds her leg besnarled in the net The which the fowlers suttlelye hathe clocely for her set And féeles shée cannot get away stands flickering with her wings And with her fearefull leaping vp drawes clocer still the strings So eche of theis when in the ground they fastned were assayd Aflayghted for to fly away But euery one was stayd With winding roote which hilld her downe her frisking could not boote And whyle she lookte what was become of To of nayle and foote Shée sawe her leggs growe round in one and turning intoo woode And as her thyghes with violent hand shée sadly striking stoode Shée felt them trée her brest was trée her shoulders éeke were trée Her armes long boughes yée myght haue thought and not deceyued bée But Bacchus was not so content he quyght forsooke their land And with a better companye remoued out of hand Unto the Uyneyarde of his owne mount Tmolus and the riuer Pactolus though as yit no streames of gold it did deliuer Ne spyghted was for precious sands His olde accustomd rout Of woodwards and of franticke froes enuyrond him about But old Silenus was away The Phrygian ploughmen found Him réeling bothe for droonkennesse and age and brought him bound With garlands vnto Midas king of Phrygia vnto whom The Thracian Orphye and the préest Eumolphus comming from The towne of Athens erst had taught the Orgies When he knew His fellowe and companion of the selfe same badge and crew Uppon the comming of this guest he kept a feast the space Of twyce fyne dayes and twyce fyue nyghts toogither in that place And now theleuenth tyme Lucifer had mustred in the sky The heauenly host when Midas commes too Lydia iocundly And yéeldes the old Silenus too his fosterchyld He glad That he his fosterfather had eftsoones recouered bad King Midas ask him what he would Right glad of that was hée But not a whit at latter end the better should he bée He minding too misvse his giftes sayd graunt that all and some The which my body towcheth bare may yellow gold become God Bacchus graunting his request his hurtfull gift performd And that he had not better wisht he in his stomacke stormd Reioycing in his harme away full merye goes the king And for too try his promis true he towcheth euery thing Scarce giuing credit too himself he pulled yoong gréeue twiggs From of an Holmetrée by and by all golden were the spriggs He tooke a flintstone from the ground the stone likewyse became Pure gold He towched next a cold of earth and streight the same By force of towching did become a wedge of yellow gold He gathered eares of rypened corne immediatly beholde The corne was gold An Apple then he pulled from a trée Yée would haue thought the Hesperids had giuen it him If hée On Pillars high his fingars layd they glistred like the sonne The water where he washt his hands did from his hands so ronne As Danae might haue béene therwith beguyld He scarce could hold His passing ioyes within his hart for making all things gold Whyle he thus ioyd his officers did spred the boord anon And set downe sundry sorts of meate and mancheate thervppon Then whither his hand did towch the bread the bread was massy gold Or whither he chawde with hungry téeth his meate yée might behold The péece of meate betwéene his â—awes a plat of gold too bée In drinking wine and water mixt yée myght discerne and sée The liquid gold ronne downe his throte Amazed at the straunge Mischaunce and being both a wretch and rich he wisht too chaunge His riches for his former state and now he did abhorre The thing which euen but late before he chéefly longed for No meate his hunger slakes his throte is shrunken vp with thurst And iustly dooth his hatefull gold torment him as accurst Then lifting vp his sory armes and handes too heauen he cryde O
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
thus the nymph her playnt did frame Of Fawne and nymph Simethis borne was Acis whoo became A ioy too bothe his parents but too mée the greater ioy For being but a sixtéene yéeres of age this fayre swéete boy Did take mée too his loue what tyme about his chyldish chin The tender heare like mossy downe too sprowt did first begin I loued him beyond all Goddes forbod and likewyse mée The Giant Cyclops neyther if demaunded it should bée I well were able for too tell you whither that the loue Of Acis or the Cyclops hate did more my stomacke moue There was no oddes betwéene them Oh déere Goddesse Venus what A powre haste thou Behold how euen this owgly Giant that No sparke of meekenesse in him hath whoo is a terrour too The verrye woodes whom neuer guest nor straunger came vntoo Without displeasure whoo the heauens and all the Goddes despyseth Dooth féele what thing is loue The loue of mée him so surpryseth That Polypheme regarding not his sheepe and hollowe Caue And hauing care too please dooth go about too make him braue His sturre stiffe heare he kembeth nowe with strong and sturdy rakes And with a sythe dooth marcussotte his bristled berd and takes Delyght too looke vppon himself in waters and too frame His countnance Of his murtherous hart the wyldnesse wexeth tame â–ª His vnastaunched thyrst of blood is quenched shippes may passe And repasse saufly In the whyle that he in loue thus was One Telemus Evvrymeds sonne a man of passing skill In birdflyght taking land that tyme in Sicill went vntill The orped Gyant Polypheme and sayd This one round eye That now amid thy forehead stands shall one day ere thou dye By sly Vlysses blinded bée The Gyant laught therat And sayd O foolish soothsayre thou deceyued art in that For why another euen a wench already hathe it blynded Thus skorning him that told him truthe bycause he was hygh mynded He eyther made the ground too shake in walking on the shore Or rowzd him in his shadye Caue With wedged poynt before There shoots a hill intoo the Sea whereof the sea dooth beate On eyther syde The one eyd féend came vp and made his seate Theron and after came his shéepe vndriuen Assoone as hée Had at his foote layd downe his staffe which was a whole Pyne trée Well able for too bée a maast too any shippe he takes His pype compact of fyuescore réedes and therwithall he makes So loud a noyse that all the hilles and waters therabout Myght easly â—éere the shirlnesse of the shepeherds whistling out I lying vnderneathe the rocke and leaning in the lappe Of Acis markt theis woordes of his which farre I heard by happe More whyght thou art then Primrose leaf my Lady Galatee More fresh than meade more tall and streyght than lofty Aldertrée â–ª More bright than glasse more wanton than the tender kid forsooth Than Cockleshelles continually with water worne more smoothe More chéerefull than the winters Sun or Sommers shadowe cold More séemely and more comly than the Planetrée too behold Of valew more than Apples bée although they were of gold More cléere than frozen yea more swéete than Grape through rype ywis More soft than butter newly made or downe of Cygnet is And much more fayre and beawtyfull than gardein too myne eye But that thou from my companye continually doost flye And thou the selfsame Galate art more tettish for too frame Than Oxen of the wildernesse whom neuer wyght did tame More fléeting than the waues more hard than warryed Oke too twyne More tough thaÌ„ willow twiggs more lyth thaÌ„ is the wyld whyght vyne More than this rocke vnmouable more violent than a streame More prowd than Peacocke praysd more féerce thaÌ„ fyre more extréeme More rough than Bréers more cruell than the new deliuered Beare More mercilesse than troden snake than sea more deafe of eare And which and if it lay in mée I cheefly would restrayne Not only swifter paced than the stag in chace on playne But also swifter than the wynd and flyghtfull ayre But if Thou knew me well it would thée irke too flye and bée a gréef Too tarrye from mée Yea thou wouldst endeuour all thy powre Too kéepe mée wholly too thy self The Quarry is my bowre Heawen out of whole mayne stone No Sun in sommer there can swelt No nipping cold in wintertyme within the same is felt Gay Apples weying downe the boughes haue I and â–ª Grapes like gold And purple Grapes on spreaded Uynes as many as can hold Bothe which I doo reserue for thée Thyself shalt with thy hand The soft swéete strawbryes gather which in wooddy shadowe stand The Cornell berryes also from the tree thy self shalt pull And pleasant plommes sum yellow lyke new wax sum blew sum full Of ruddy â—ewce Of Chestnutts éeke if my wyfe thou wilt bée Thou shalt haue store and fruteâ— all sortes All trées shall serue for thée This Cattell héere is all myne owne And many mo besyde Doo eyther in the bottoms feede or in the woodes them hyde And many standing at theyr stalles doo in my Caue abyde The number of them if a man should ask I cannot showe Tush beggars of theyr Cattell vse the number for too knowe And for the goodnesse of the same no whit beléeue thou mee But come thyself and if thou wilt the truth ther of too see See how theyr vdders full doo make them straddle Lesser ware Shet vp at home in cloce warme péends are Lambes There also are In other pinfolds Kidds of selfsame yeaningtyme Thus haue I alwayes mylke as whyte as snow wherof I sum doo saue Too drink and of the rest is made good chéese And furthermore Not only stale and common gifts and pleasures wherof store Is too bée had at eche mannes hand as Leuerets Kidds and Dots A payre of pigeons or a nest of birds new found or Roes Shall vntoo thée presented bée I found this toother day A payre of Bearewhelpes eche so lyke the other as they lay Uppon a hill that scarce yée eche discerne from other may And when that I did fynd them I did take them vp and say Theis will I for my Lady kéepe for her therwith too play Now put thou vp thy fayre bryght head good Galat I thée pray Aboue the gréenish waues now come my Galat come away And of my present take no scorne I know my selfe too bée A iollye fellow For euen now I did behold and sée Myne image in the water shéere and sure mée thought I tooke Delyght too sée my goodly shape and fauor in the brooke Behold how big I am not â—oue in heauen for so you men Report one â—oue too reigne of whom I passe not for too ken Is howger than this doughty corce of myne A bush of heare Dooth ouerdréepe my visage grim and shadowes as it were A groue vppon my shoulders twayne And think it not too bée A shame for that with bristled heare my body rough
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
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
banish mée his Realme without cause whye And at my going like a fo did ban me bitterly Too Pitthey Troyzen outlawelike my chariot streight tooke I My way lay hard vppon the shore of Corinth Soodeinly The sea did ryse and like a mount the waue did swell on hye And séemed howger for too growe in drawing euer nye And roring clyued in the toppe Up starts immediatly A horned bullocke from amid the broken waue and by The brest did rayse him in the ayre And at his nosethrills and His platter mouth did puffe out part of sea vppon the land My seruants harts were sore afrayd But my hart musing ay Uppon my wrongfull banishment did nought at all dismay My horses setting vp theyr eares and snorting wexed shye And béeing greatly flayghted with the monster in theyr eye Turnd downe too sea and on the rockes my wagon drew In vayne I stryuing for too hold them backe layd hand vppon the reyne All whyght with â—ome and haling backe lay almost bolt vpryght And sure the feercenesse of the stéedes had yéelded too my might But that the whaele that ronneth ay about the Extrée round Did breake by dashing on a stub and ouerthrew too ground Then from the Charyot I was snatcht the brydles béeing cast About my limbes Yée myght haue séene my sinewes sticking fast Uppon the stub my guâ—ts drawen out alyue my members part Still left vppon the stump and part foorth harryed with the cart The crasshing of my broken bones and with what passing peyne I breathed out my wéery ghoste There did not whole remayne One peece of all my corce by which yée myght discerne as tho What lump or part it was For all was wound from toppe too to Now canst thou nymph or darest thou compare thy harmes with myne Moreouer I the lightlesse Realme behild with theis same eyne And bathde my tattred bodye in the riuer Phlegeton And had not bright Apollos sonne his cunning shewde vppon My bodye by his surgery my lyfe had quyght bée gone Which after I by force of herbes and léeâ—hecraft had ageine Receyud by Aesâ—ulapius meanes though Pluto did disdeine Then Cynthia least this gift of hers myght woorke mée greater spyght Thicke clowds did round about mée cast And too th entent I myght Bée saufe myself and harmelessely appéere too others syght Shée made mee old And for my face shée left it in such plyght That none can knowe mée by my looke And long shee dowted whither Too giue mée Dele or Crete At length refusing bothe toogither Shée plaast mée héere And therwithall shée bade me giue vp quyght The name that of my horses in remembrance put mée myght For whereas erst Hippolytus hath béene thy name ê™ shée I will that Virbie afterward thy name for euer bée From that tyme foorth within this wood I kéepe my residence As of the meaner Goddes a God of small magnificence And héere I hyde mée vnderneathe my souereine Ladyes wing Obeying humbly too her hest in euery kynd of thing But yit the harmes of other folk could nothing help nor boote Aegerias sorrowes too asswage Downe at a mountaines foote Shée lying melted intoo teares till Phebus sister shéene For pitie of her greate distresse in which shee had her séene Did turne her too a fountaine cléere and melted quyght away Her members intoo water thinne that neuer should decay The straungenesse of the thing did make the nymphes astonyed and The Ladye of Amazons sonne amaazd therat did stand As when the Tyrrhene Tilman sawe in earing of his land The fatall clod first stirre alone without the help of hand And by and by forgoing quyght the earthly shape of clod Too take the séemely shape of man and shortly like a God Too tell of things as then too comme The Tyrrhenes did him call By name of Tages He did teach the Tuskanes first of all Too gesse by searching bulks of beastes what after should befall Or like as did king Romulus when soodeinly he found His lawnce on mountayne Palatine fast rooted in the ground And bearing leaues no longer now a weapon but a trée Which shadowed such as woondringly came thither for too sée Or else as Cippus when he in the ronning brooke had séene His hornes For why he saw them and supposing there had béene No credit too bée giuen vntoo the glauncing image hée Put oft his fingers too his head and felt it so too bée And blaming now no more his eyes incomming from the chase With conquest of his foes he stayd And lifting vp his face And with his face his hornes too heauen he sayd what euer thing Is by this woonder meant O Goddes If ioyfull newes it bring I pray yée let it ioyfull too my folk and countrye bée But if it threaten euill let the euill light on mée In saying so an altar gréene of clowwers he did frame And offred fuming frankincence in fyre vppon the same And powred boawles of wyne theron and searched therwithall The quiuering inwards of a shéepe too know what should befall A Tyrrhene wizard hauing sought the bowelles saw therin Great chaunges and attempts of things then readye too begin Which were not playnly manifest But when that he at last His eyes from inwards of the beast on Cippus hornes had cast Hayle king he sayd For vntoo thée O Cippus vntoo thée And too thy hornes shall this same place and Roome obedyent bée Abridge delay and make thou haste too enter at the gates Which tarrye open for thée So commaund the soothfast fates Thou shalt bée king assoone as thou hast entred once the towne And thou and thyne for euermore shalt weare the royall crowne With that he stepping back his foote did turne his frowning face From Roome ward saying Farre O farre y e Goddes such handsel chace More ryght it were I all my lyfe a bannisht man should bée Than that the holy Capitoll mée reigning there should sée Thus much he sayd and by and by toogither he did call The people and the Senators But yit he first of all Did hyde his hornes with Lawrell leaues and then without the wall â–ª He standing on a mount the which his men had made of soddes And hauing after auncient guyse made prayer too the Goddes Sayd héere is one that shall onlesse yée bannish him your towne Immediatly bée king of Roome and weare a royall crowne What man it is I will by signe but not by name bewray He hath vppon his brow twoo hornes The wizard héere dooth say That if he enter Roome you shall lyke seruants him obey He myght haue entred at your gates which open for him lay But I did stay him thence And yit there is not vntoo mée A néerer fréend in all the world Howbéet forbid him yée O Romanes that he comme not once within your walles Or if He haue deserued bynd him fast in fetters like a théef Or in this fatall Tyrants death of feare dispatch your mynd Such noyse as Pynetrées make what