Metamorphoses Machine readable text P. Ovidius Naso Arthur Golding Perseus Project, Tufts University Gregory Crane Prepared under the supervision of Lisa Cerrato William Merrill Elli Mylonas David Smith The National Endowment for the Humanities about 972Kb Trustees of Tufts University Medford, MA Perseus Project

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Revision 1.8 2000/08/11 17:32:49 cwulfman Added card milestones through book eight. Revision 1.7 2000/08/10 21:18:19 cwulfman Put in card breaks to about half-way through book five. Revision 1.6 2000/08/10 17:58:27 cwulfman Fixed book numbers; passes sgml verification. Revision 1.5 2000/08/10 17:32:53 amahoney oops, missed last set of changes; resolve conflicts Of shapes transformde to bodies straunge, I purpose to entreate, Ye gods vouchsafe (for you are they ywrought this wondrous 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 Heaven 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 even A heavie lump and clottred clod of seedes togither driven, Of things at strife among themselves, 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 Just 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 unstable. The ayre all darke, the sea likewise to beare a ship unable. No kinde of thing had proper shape, but ech confounded other. For in one selfesame bodie strove the hote and colde togither, The moist 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 heaven, the sea from earth, he parted orderly, And from the thicke and foggie ayre, he tooke the lightsome skie. Which when he once unfolded had, and severed 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 heaven 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 waving water Did lastly chalenge for his place, the utmost 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 every part, the earth should equall bee, He made it like a mighty ball, in compasse as we see. And here and there he cast in seas, to whome he gave a lawe: To swell with every blast of winde, and every stormie flawe. And with their waves continually to beate upon the shore, Of all the earth within their boundes enclosde by them afore. Moreover, Springs and mighty Meeres and Lakes he did augment, And flowing streames of crooked brookes in winding bankes he pent. Of which the earth doth drinke up some, and some with restlesse race Do seeke the sea: where finding scope of larger roume and space, In steade of bankes, they beate on shores. He did commaund the plaine And champion groundes to stretch out wide: and valleys to remaine Aye underneath: and eke the woods to hide them decently With tender leaves: and stonie hilles to lift themselves on hie. And as two Zones doe cut the Heaven upon the righter side, And other twaine upon the left likewise the same devide, The middle in outragious heat exceeding all the rest: Even so likewise through great foresight to God it seemed best, The earth encluded in the same should so devided bee, As with the number of the Heaven, hir Zones might full agree. Of which the middle Zone in heate, the utmost twaine in colde Exceede so farre, that there to dwell no creature dare be bolde. Betweene these two so great extremes, two other Zones are fixt, Where temprature of heate and colde indifferently is mixt. Now over this doth hang the Ayre, which as it is more fleightie 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 use the ayre at will. For at this present day, Though ech from other placed be in sundry coasts aside, The violence of their boystrous blasts, things scarsly can abide. They so turmoyle as though they would the world in pieces rende, So cruell is those brothers wrath when that they doe contende. And therefore to the morning graye, the Realme of Nabathie, To Persis and to other lands and countries that doe lie Farre underneath the Morning starre, did Eurus take his flight. Likewise the setting of the Sunne, and shutting in of night Belong to Zephyr. And the blasts of blustring Boreas raigne, in Scythia and in other landes set under Charles his waine. And unto Auster doth belong the coast of all the South, Who beareth shoures and rotten mistes, continuall in his mouth. Above all these he set aloft the cleare and lightsome skie, Without all dregs of earthly filth or grossenesse utterlie. The boundes of things were scarsly yet by him thus pointed out, But that appeared in the heaven, starres glistring all about, Which in the said confused heape had hidden bene before, And to th'intent with lively things eche Region for to store, The heavenly soyle, to Gods and Starres and Planets first he gave. The waters next both fresh and salt he let the fishes have. The suttle ayre to flickring fowles and birdes he hath assignde. The earth to beasts both wilde and tame of sundrie sort and kinde. Howbeit yet of all this while, the creature wanting was, Farre more devine, of nobler minde, which should the residue passe In depth of knowledge, reason, wit, and high capacitie, And which of all the residue should the Lord and ruler bee. Then eyther he that made the worlde, and things in order set, Of heavenly seede engendred Man: or else the earth as yet Yong, lustie, fresh, and in hir floures, and parted from the skie, But late before, the seede thereof as yet held inwardlie. The which Prometheus tempring straight with water of the spring, Did make in likenesse to the Gods that governe everie thing. And where all other beasts behold the ground with groveling eie, He gave to Man a stately looke replete with majestie. And willde him to behold the Heaven wyth countnance cast on hie, To marke and understand what things were in the starrie skie. And thus the earth which late before had neyther shape nor hew, Did take the noble shape of man, and was transformed new. Then sprang up first the golden age, which of it selfe maintainde The truth and right of every thing unforct and unconstrainde. There was no feare of punishment, there was no threatning lawe In brazen tables nayled up, to keepe the folke in awe. There was no man would crouch or creepe to Judge with cap in hand, They lived safe without a Judge, in everie Realme and lande. The loftie Pynetree was not hewen from mountaines where it stood, In seeking straunge and forren landes, to rove upon the flood. Men knew none other countries yet, than where themselves did keepe: There was no towne enclosed yet, with walles and diches deepe. No horne nor trumpet was in use, no sword nor helmet worne, The worlde was such, that souldiers helpe might easly be forborne. The fertile earth as yet was free, untoucht of spade or plough, And yet it yeelded of it selfe of every things inough. And men themselves contented well with plaine and simple foode, That on the earth of natures gift without their travail stoode, Did live by Raspis, heppes and hawes, by cornelles, plummes and cherries, By sloes and apples, nuttes and peares, and lothsome bramble berries, And by the acornes dropt on ground, from Joves brode tree in fielde. The Springtime lasted all the yeare, and Zephyr with his milde And gentle blast did cherish things that grew of owne accorde, The ground untilde, all kinde of fruits did plenteously afforde. No mucke nor tillage was bestowde on leane and barren land, To make the corne of better head, and ranker for to stand. Then streames ran milke, then streames ran wine, and yellow honny flowde From ech greene tree whereon the rayes of firie Phebus glowde. But when that into Lymbo once Saturnus being thrust, The rule and charge of all the worlde was under Jove unjust, And that the silver age came in, more somewhat base than golde, More precious yet than freckled brasse, immediatly the olde And auncient Spring did Jove abridge, and made therof anon, Foure seasons: Winter, Sommer, Spring, and Autumne off and on: Then first of all began the ayre with fervent heate to swelt. Then Isycles hung roping downe: then for the colde was felt Men gan to shroud themselves in house. Their houses were the thickes, And bushie queaches, hollow caves, or hardels made of stickes. Then first of all were furrowes drawne, and corne was cast in ground. The simple Oxe with sorie sighes, to heavie yoke was bound. Next after this succeded streight, the third and brazen age: More hard of nature, somewhat bent to cruell warres and rage. But yet not wholy past all grace. Of yron is the last In no part good and tractable as former ages past. For when that of this wicked Age once opened was the veyne Therein all mischief rushed forth: then Fayth and Truth were faine And honest shame to hide their heades: for whom crept stoutly in, Craft, Treason, Violence, Envie, Pride and wicked Lust to win. The shipman hoyst his sailes to wind, whose names he did not knowe: And shippes that erst in toppes of hilles and mountaines had ygrowe, Did leape and daunce on uncouth waves: and men began to bound With dowles and diches drawen in length the free and fertile ground, Which was as common as the Ayre and light of Sunne before. Not onely corne and other fruites, for sustnance and for store, Were now exacted of the Earth: but eft they gan to digge, And in the bowels of the ground unsaciably to rigge, For Riches coucht and hidden deepe, in places nere to Hell, The spurres and stirrers unto vice, and foes to doing well. Then hurtfull yron came abrode, then came forth yellow golde, More hurtfull than the yron farre, then came forth battle bolde, That feightes with bothe, and shakes his sword in cruell bloudy hand. Men live by ravine and by stelth: the wandring guest doth stand In daunger of his host: the host in daunger of his guest: And fathers of their sonne in lawes: yea seldome time doth rest, Betweene borne brothers such accord and love as ought to bee. The goodman seekes the goodwifes death, and his againe seeks shee. The stepdames fell their husbandes sonnes with poyson do assayle. To see their fathers live so long the children doe bewayle. All godlynesse lies under foote. And Ladie Astrey, last Of heavenly vertues, from this earth in slaughter drowned past. And to th'intent the earth alone thus should not be opprest, And heaven above in slouthfull ease and carelesse quiet rest, Men say that Giantes went about the Realme of Heaven to win To place themselves to raigne as Gods and lawlesse Lordes therein. And hill on hill they heaped up aloft into the skie, Till God almighty from the Heaven did let his thunder flie, The dint whereof the ayrie tops of high Olympus brake, And pressed Pelion violently from under Ossa strake. When whelmed in their wicked worke those cursed Caitives lay, The Earth their mother tooke their bloud yet warme and (as they say) Did give it life. And for bicause some ympes should still remaine Of that same stocke, she gave it shape and limmes of men againe. This offspring eke against the Gods did beare a native spight, In slaughter and in doing wrong was all their whole delight. Their deedes declared them of bloud engendred for to bee. The which as soone as Saturns sonne from Heaven aloft did see, He fetcht a sigh, and therwithall revolving in his thought The shamefull act which at a feast Lycaon late had wrought, As yet unknowne or blowne abrode: He gan thereat to storme And stomacke like an angry Jove. And therfore to reforme Such haynous actes, he sommonde streight his Court of Parliament, Whereto resorted all the Gods that had their sommons sent. Highe in the Welkin is a way apparant to the sight In starrie nights, which of his passing whitenesse Milkie hight: It is the streete that to the Court and Princely Pallace leades, Of mightie Jove whose thunderclaps eche living creature dreades. On both the sides of this same waye do stand in stately port The sumptuous houses of the Peeres. For all the common sort Dwell scattring here and there abrode: the face of all the skie The houses of the chiefe estates and Princes doe supplie. And sure and if I may be bolde to speake my fancie free I take this place of all the Heaven the Pallace for to bee. Now when the Goddes assembled were, and eche had tane his place, Jove standing up aloft and leaning on his yvorie Mace, Right dreadfully his bushie lockes did thrise or four times shake, Wherewith he made both Sea and Land and Heaven it self to quake, And afterward in wrathfull wordes his angrie minde thus brake: I never was in greater care nor more perplexitie, How to maintaine my soveraigne state and Princelie royaltie, When with their hundreth handes apiece the Adderfooted rout, Did practise for to conquere Heaven and for to cast us out. For though it were a cruell foe: yet did that warre depende Upon one ground, and in one stocke it had his finall ende. But now as farre as any sea about the worlde doth winde, I must destroy both man and beast and all the mortall kinde. I sweare by Styxes hideous streames that run within the ground, All other meanes must first be sought: but when there can be found No helpe to heale a festred sore, it must away be cut, Lest that the partes that yet are sound, in daunger should be put. We have a number in the worlde that mans estate surmount, Of such whom for their private Gods the countrie folkes account, As Satyres, Faunes, and sundry Nymphes, with Silvanes eke beside, That in the woods and hillie grounds continually abide. Whome into Heaven since that as yet we vouch not safe to take, And of the honour of this place copartners for to make, Such landes as to inhabite in, we erst to them assignde, That they should still enjoye the same, it is my will and minde. But can you thinke that they in rest and safetie shall remaine When proud Lycaon laye in waite by secret meanes and traine To have confounded me your Lorde, who in my hand doe beare The dreadfull thunder, and of whom even you doe stand in feare? The house was moved at his words and earnestly requirde, The man that had so traiterously against their Lord conspirde. Even so when Rebels did arise to stroy the Romane name, By shedding of our Cesars bloud, the horror of the same Did pierce the heartes of all mankinde, and made the world to quake. Whose fervent zeale in thy behalfe (O August) thou did take, As thankfully as Jove doth heare the loving care of his, Who beckning to them with his hand, forbiddeth them to hisse. And therewithall through all the house attentive silence is. As soone as that his majestie all muttring had alayde, He brake the silence once againe, and thus unto them sayde: Let passe this carefull thought of yours: for he that did offende, Hath dearely bought the wicked Act, the which he did entende. Yet shall you heare what was his fault and vengeance for the same. A foule report and infamie unto our hearing came Of mischiefe used in those times: which wishing all untrew I did descend in shape of man, th'infamed Earth to vew. It were a processe overlong to tell you of the sinne, That did abound in every place where as I entred in. The bruit was lesser than the truth, and partiall in report. The dreadfull dennes of Menalus where savage beastes resort And Cyllen had I overpast, with all the Pynetrees hie Of cold Lyceus, and from thence I entred by and by The herbroughlesse and cruell house of late th'Arcadian King, Such time as twilight on the Earth dim darknesse gan to bring. I gave a signe that God was come, and streight the common sort Devoutly prayde, whereat Lycaon first did make a sport And after said: By open proufe, ere long I minde to see, If that this wight a mighty God or mortall creature bee. The truth shall trie it selfe: he ment (the sequele did declare) To steale upon me in the night, and kyll me unbeware. And yet he was not so content: but went and cut the throte, Of one that laye in hostage there, which was an Epyrote: And part of him he did to rost, and part he did to stewe. Which when it came upon the borde, forthwith I overthrew The house with just revenging fire upon the owners hed, Who seeing that, slipt out of doores amazde for feare, and fled Into the wilde and desert woods, where being all alone, As he endevorde (but in vaine) to speake and make his mone, He fell a howling: wherewithall for verie rage and moode He ran me quite out of his wits and waxed furious woode. Still practising his wonted lust of slaughter on the poore And sielie cattle, thirsting still for bloud as heretofore, His garments turnde to shackie haire, his armes to rugged pawes: So is he made a ravening Wolfe: whose shape expressely drawes To that the which he was before: his skinne is horie graye, His looke still grim with glaring eyes, and every kinde of waye His cruell heart in outward shape doth well it selfe bewraye. Thus was one house destroyed quite, but that one house alone Deserveth not to be destroyde: in all the Earth is none, But that such vice doth raigne therein, as that ye would beleve, That all had sworne and solde themselves to mischiefe us to greve. And therefore as they all offende: so am I fully bent, That all forthwith (as they deserve) shall have due punishment. These wordes of Jove some of the Gods did openly approve, And with their sayings more to wrath his angry courage move. And some did give assent by signes. Yet did it grieve them all That such destruction utterly 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 leave the Earth fro thence To savage beastes to wast and spoyle, bicause of mans offence. The king of Gods bade cease their thought and 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 wondrous meanes, unlike the first to fill the world agen. And now his lightning had he thought on all the earth to throw, But that he feared lest the flames perhaps so hie should grow As for to set the Heaven on fire, and burne up all the skie. He did remember furthermore how that by destinie A certaine time should one day come, wherein both Sea and Lond And Heaven it selfe shoulde feele the force of Vulcans scorching brond, 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 heaven ypoured downe, He did determine with himselfe the mortall kinde to drowne. In Aeolus prison by and by he fettred Boreas fast, With al such winds as chase the cloudes or breake them 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 ugly forehead wrinkled was with foggie mistes full thicke, And on his fethers and his breast a stilling dew did sticke. As soone as he betweene his hands the hanging cloudes had crusht, With ratling noyse adowne from heaven the raine full sadly gusht. The Rainbow, Junos 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. Joves indignation and his wrath began to grow so hot That for to quench the rage thereof, his Heaven suffised not. His brother Neptune with his waves 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 have me use long preaching in this case.) Poure out your force (for so is neede) your heads ech one unpende, 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 unlosde his spring, and let his waters slacke. And to the Sea with flowing streames yswolne above 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, trees, come, and 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 turrets in that ponde Were overwhelmde: no difference was betweene the sea and ground, For all was sea: there was no shore nor landing to be found. Some climbed up to tops of hils, and some rowde to and fro In Botes, where they not long before, to plough and Cart did go, One over come and tops of townes, whome waves did overwhelme, Doth saile in ship, an other sittes a fishing in an Elme. In meddowes greene were Anchors cast (so fortune did provide) And crooked ships did shadow vynes, the which the floud did hide. And where but tother day before did feede the hungry Gote, The ugly Seales and Porkepisces now to and fro did flote. The Sea nymphes wondred under waves the townes and groves to see, And Dolphines playd among the tops and boughes of every tree. The grim and greedy Wolfe did swim among the siely sheepe, The Lion and the Tyger fierce were borne upon the deepe. It booted not the foming Boare his crooked tuskes to whet, The running Hart coulde in the streame by swiftnesse nothing get. The fleeting fowles long having sought for land to rest upon, Into the Sea with werie wings were driven to fall anon. Th'outragious swelling of the Sea the lesser hillockes drownde, Unwonted waves on highest tops of mountaines did rebownde. The greatest part of men were drownde, and such as scapte the floode, Forlorne with fasting overlong 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 even a champion fielde Of sodaine waters which the floud by forced rage did yeelde, Where as a hill with forked top the which Parnasus hight, Doth pierce the cloudes and to the starres doth raise his head upright. When at this hill (for yet the Sea had whelmed all beside) Deucalion and his bedfellow, without all other guide, Arrived in a little Barke immediatly they went, And to the Nymphes of Corycus with full devout 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 never yet be founde Than was Deucalion, nor againe a woman, mayde nor wife, That feared God so much as shee, nor led so good a life. When Jove 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 just and both devout, 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 Heaven 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 upon the floode, And bade him take his sounding Trumpe and out of hand to blow Retreat, that all the streames might heare, and cease from thence to flow. He tooke his Trumpet in his hand, hys Trumpet was a shell Of some great Whelke or other fishe, 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 amid the Sea was set to Trytons mouth, He blew so loude that all the streames both East, West, North and South, Might easly heare him blow retreate, and all that heard the sounde Immediatly began to ebbe and draw within their bounde. Then gan the Sea to have a shore, and brookes to finde a banke, And swelling streames of flowing flouds within hir chanels sanke. Then hils did rise above the waves that had them overflow, And as the waters did decrease the ground did seeme to grow. And after long and tedious time the trees did shew their tops All bare, save that upon the boughes the mud did hang in knops. The worlde restored was againe, which though Deucalion joyde Then to beholde: yet forbicause he saw the earth was voyde And silent like a wildernesse, with sad and weeping eyes And ruthfull voyce he then did speake to Pyrrha in this wise: O sister, O my loving 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 lives from dreadfull death in safetie shall endure. For even as yet the duskie cloudes doe make my heart adrad. Alas poore wretched sielie soule, what heart wouldst thou have had To beare these heavie happes, if chaunce had let thee scape alone? Who should have bene thy consort then: who should have rewd thy mone? Now trust me truly, loving wife, had thou as now bene drownde, I would have followde after thee and in the sea bene fownde. Would God I could my fathers Arte, of claye to facion men And give them life that people might frequent the world agen. Mankinde (alas) doth onely now wythin us two consist, As mouldes whereby to facion men. For so the Gods doe lyst. And with these words the bitter teares did trickle down their cheeke, Untill at length betweene themselves they did agree to seeke 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 bankes though thicke with muddie slime, 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 cindrie mosse was almost overgrowne. For since the time the raging floud the worlde had overflowne, No creature came within the Churche: so that the Altars stood Without one sparke of holie fyre or any sticke of wood. As soon as that this couple came within the chappell doore, They fell downe flat upon the ground, and trembling kist the floore. And sayde: If prayer that proceedes from humble heart and minde May in the presence of the Gods, such grace and favor 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 recovered be, and helpe us to repaire The world, which drowned under waves doth lie in great dispaire. The Goddesse moved 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 which the Goddesse gave, Brake silence, and with trembling cheere did meekely pardon crave. For sure she saide she was afraide hir Graundames ghost to hurt By taking up hir buried bones to throw them in the durt. And with the aunswere here upon eftsoones in hand they go, The doubtfull wordes wherof they scan and canvas 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 us not the meaning to espie, Or questionlesse and if the sence of inward sentence deeme Like as the tenour of the words apparantly doe seeme, 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 conjecture of hir fere Were somewhat movde, yet none of both did stedfast credit geve, So hardly could they in their heartes the heavenly hestes beleve. But what and if they made a proufe? what harme could come thereby? They went their wayes and heild their heades, and did their cotes untie. And at their backes did throw the stones by name of bones foretolde. The stones (who would beleve 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. Even like to Marble ymages new drawne and roughly wrought, Before the Carver by his Arte to purpose hath them brought. Such partes of them where any juice 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 deede, Bewraying by our toyling life, from whence we doe proceede. The lustie earth of owne accorde soone after forth did bring According to their sundrie shapes eche other living thing, As soone 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 seede Of things well cherisht in the fat and lively soyle in deede, As in their mothers wombe, began in length of time to grow, To one or other kinde of shape wherein themselves to show. Even so when that seven mouthed Nile the watrie fieldes forsooke, And to his auncient channel 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, Even in the instant of their birth but newly then begonne, And some unperfect, wanting brest or shoulders in such wise, That in one bodie oftentimes appeared to the eyes One halfe thereof alive to be, and all the rest beside Both voyde of life and seemely shape, starke earth to still abide. For when that moysture with the heate is tempred equally, They doe conceyve: 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 living things createth. And so those discordes in their kinde, one striving with the other, In generation doe agree and make one perfect mother. And therfore when the mirie earth bespred with slimie mud, Brought over all but late before by violence of the flud, Caught heate by warmnesse of the Sunne, and calmenesse 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 never erst were sene. In that she did such Monsters breede, was greatly to hir woe, But yet thou, ougly Python, wert engendred by hir thoe. 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 quiver full of shafts two arrowes did he take Of sundrie workes: t'one causeth Love, the tother doth it slake. That causeth love, is all of golde with point full sharpe and bright, That chaseth love is blunt, whose stele with leaden head is dight. The God this fired in the Nymph Peneis for the nones: The tother perst Apollos heart and overraft his bones. Immediatly in smoldring heate of Love the t'one did swelt, Againe the tother in hir heart no sparke nor motion felt. In woods and forrests is hir joy, the savage beasts to chase, And as the price of all hir paine to take the skinne and case. Unwedded Phebe doth she haunt and follow as hir guide, Unordred doe hir tresses wave scarce in a fillet tide. Full many a wooer sought hir love, she lothing all the rout, Impacient and without a man walkes all the woods about. And as for Hymen, or for love, 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 deere, Thow owest me a sonneinlaw to be thy lawfull feere. Hir father many a time and oft would say: My daughter deere, Of Nephewes thou my debtour art, their Graundsires heart to cheere. She hating as a haynous crime the bonde of bridely bed Demurely casting downe hir eyes, and blushing somwhat red, Did folde about hir fathers necke with fauning armes: and sed: Deare father, graunt me while I live my maidenhead for to have, As to Diana here tofore hir father freely gave. 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 loves and longs to have this Daphne to his Feere, 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 neere throwe loosely fro their handes, So into flames the God is gone and burneth in his brest And feedes his vaine and barraine love in hoping for the best. Hir haire unkembd about hir necke downe flaring did he see, O Lord and were they trimd (quoth he) how seemely would she bee? He sees hir eyes as bright as fire the starres to represent, He sees hir mouth which to have seene he holdes him not content. Hir lillie armes mid part and more above 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 espyde. But swifter than the whyrling winde shee flees and will not stay, To give the hearing to these wordes the which he had to say: I pray thee Nymph Penaeis stay, I chase not as a fo: Stay Nymph: the Lambes so flee the Wolves, the Stags the Lions so. With flittring feathers sielie Doves so from the Gossehauke flie, And every creature from his foe. Love is the cause that I Do followe thee: alas alas how would it grieve my heart, To see thee 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 thee pray, Abate thy flight, and I my selfe my running pace will stay. Yet would I wishe thee take advise, and wisely for to viewe What one he is that for thy grace in humble wise doth sewe. I am not one that dwelles among the hilles and stonie rockes, I am no sheepehearde with a Curre, attending on the flockes: I am no Carle nor countrie Clowne, nor neathearde taking charge Of cattle grazing here and there within this Forrest large. Thou doest not know, poore simple soule, God wote thou dost not knowe, From whome thou fleest. For if thou knew, thou wouldste not flee me so. In Delphos is my chiefe abode, my Temples also stande At Glaros and at Patara within the Lycian lande. And in the Ile of Tenedos the people honour mee. The king of Gods himselfe is knowne my father for to bee. By me is knowne that was, that is, and that that shall ensue, By mee men learne to sundrie tunes to frame sweete ditties true. In shooting have I stedfast hand, but surer hand had hee That made this wound within my heart that heretofore was free. Of Phisicke and of surgerie I found the Artes for neede, The powre of everie herbe and plant doth of my gift proceede. Nowe wo is me that nere an herbe can heale the hurt of love And that the Artes that others helpe their Lord doth helpelesse prove. As Phoebus would have spoken more, away Penaeis stale With fearefull steppes, and left him in the midst of all his tale. And as she ran the meeting windes hir garments backewarde blue, So that hir naked skinne apearde behinde hir as she flue, Hir goodly yellowe golden haire that hanged loose and slacke, With every puffe of ayre did wave and tosse behinde hir backe. Hir running made hir seeme more fayre, the youthfull God therefore Coulde not abyde to waste his wordes in dalyance any more. But as his love advysed him he gan to mende his pace, And with the better foote before, the fleeing Nymph to chace. And even as when the greedie Grewnde doth course the sielie Hare, Amiddes the plaine and champion fielde without all covert bare, Both twaine of them doe straine themselves and lay on footemanship, Who may best runne with all his force the tother to outstrip, The t'one for safetie of his lyfe, the tother for his pray, The Grewnde aye prest with open mouth to beare the Hare away, Thrusts forth his snoute and gyrdeth out and at hir loynes doth snatch, As though he would at everie stride betweene his teeth hir latch: Againe in doubt of being caught the Hare aye shrinking slips Upon the sodaine from his Jawes, and from betweene his lips: So farde Apollo and the Mayde: hope made Apollo swift, And feare did make the Mayden fleete devising how to shift. Howebeit he that did pursue of both the swifter went, As furthred by the feathred wings that Cupid had him lent, So that he would not let hir rest, but preased at hir heele So neere that through hir scattred haire she might his breathing feele. But when she sawe hir breath was gone and strength began to fayle The colour faded in hir cheekes, and ginning for to quayle, Shee looked to Penaeus streame and sayde: Nowe Father dere, And if yon streames have powre of Gods then help your daughter here. O let the earth devour me quicke, on which I seeme too fayre, Or else this shape which is my harme by chaunging straight appayre. This piteous prayer scarsly sed: hir sinewes waxed starke, And therewithall about hir breast did grow a tender barke. Hir haire was turned into leaves, hir armes in boughes did growe, Hir feete that were ere while so swift, now rooted were as slowe. Hir crowne became the toppe, and thus of that she earst had beene, Remayned nothing in the worlde, but beautie fresh and greene. Which when that Phoebus did beholde (affection did so move) The tree to which his love was turnde he coulde no lesse but love, And as he softly layde his hande upon the tender plant, Within the barke newe overgrowne he felt hir heart yet pant. And in his armes embracing fast hir boughes and braunches lythe, He proferde kisses to the tree, the tree did from him writhe. Well (quoth Apollo) though my Feere and spouse thou can not bee, Assuredly from this tyme forth yet shalt thou be my tree. Thou shalt adorne my golden lockes, and eke my pleasant Harpe, Thou shalt adorne my Quyver full of shaftes and arrowes sharpe. Thou shalt adorne the valiant knyghts and royall Emperours: When for their noble feates of armes like mightie conquerours, Triumphantly with stately pompe up to the Capitoll, They shall ascende with solemne traine that doe their deedes extoll. Before Augustus Pallace doore full duely shalt thou warde, The Oke amid the Pallace yarde aye faythfully to garde, And as my heade is never poulde nor never more without A seemely bushe of youthfull haire that spreadeth rounde about, Even so this honour give I thee continually to have Thy braunches clad from time to tyme with leaves both fresh and brave. Now when that Pean of this talke had fully made an ende, The Lawrell to his just request did seeme to condescende, By bowing of hir newe made boughs and tender braunches downe, And wagging of hir seemely toppe, as if it were hir crowne. There is a lande in Thessalie enclosd on every syde With wooddie hilles, that Timpe hight, through mid whereof doth glide Penaeus gushing full of froth from foote of Pindus hye, Which with his headlong falling downe doth cast up violently A mistie streame lyke flakes of smoke, besprinckling all about The toppes of trees on eyther side, and makes a roaring out That may be heard a great way off. This is the fixed seate, This is the house and dwelling place and chamber of the greate And mightie Ryver: Here he sittes in Court of Peeble stone, And ministers justice to the waves and to the Nymphes eche one, That in the Brookes and waters dwell. Now hither did resorte (Not knowing if they might rejoyce and unto mirth exhort Or comfort him) his Countrie Brookes, Sperchius well beseene With sedgie heade and shadie bankes of Poplars fresh and greene, Enipeus restlesse, swift and quicke, olde father Apidane, Amphrisus with his gentle streame, and Aeas clad with cane: With dyvers other Ryvers moe, which having runne their race, Into the Sea their wearie waves doe lead with restlesse pace. From hence the carefull Inachus absentes him selfe alone, Who in a corner of his cave with doolefull teares and mone, Augments the waters of his streame, bewayling piteously His daughter Io lately lost. He knewe not certainly And if she were alive or deade. But for he had hir sought And coulde not finde hir any where, assuredly he thought She did not live above the molde, ne drewe the vitall breath: Misgiving worser in his minde, if ought be worse than death. It fortunde on a certaine day that Jove espide this Mayde Come running from hir fathers streame alone: to whome he sayde: O Damsell worthie Jove himselfe, like one day for to make Some happie person whome thou list unto thy bed to take, I pray thee let us shroude our selves in shadowe here togither, Of this or that (he poynted both) it makes no matter whither, Untill the hotest of the day and Noone be overpast. And if for feare of savage beastes perchaunce thou be agast To wander in the Woods alone, thou shalt not neede to feare, A God shall bee thy guide to save thee harmelesse every where. And not a God of meaner sort, but even the same that hath The heavenly scepter in his hande, who in my dreadfull wrath, Do dart downe thunder wandringly: and therefore make no hast To runne away. She ranne apace, and had alreadie past The Fen of Lerna and the field of Lincey set with trees: When Jove intending now in vaine no lenger tyme to leese, Upon the Countrie all about did bring a foggie mist, And caught the Mayden whome poore foole he used as he list. Queene Juno looking downe that while upon the open field, When in so fayre a day such mistes and darkenesse she behelde, Dyd marvell much, for well she knewe those mistes ascended not From any Ryver, moorishe ground, or other dankishe plot. She lookt about hir for hir Jove as one that was acquainted With such escapes and with the deede had often him attainted. Whome when she founde not in the heaven: Onlesse I gesse amisse, Some wrong agaynst me (quoth she) now my husbande working is. And with that worde she left the Heaven, and downe to earth shee came, Commaunding all the mistes away. But Jove foresees the same, And to a Cow as white as milke his Leman he convayes. She was a goodly Heifer sure: and Juno did hir prayse, Although (God wot) she thought it not, and curiously she sought, Where she was bred, whose Cow she was, who had hir thither broughte As though she had not knowne the truth. Hir husband by and by (Bycause she should not search too neare) devisde a cleanly lie, And tolde hir that the Cow was bred even nowe out of the grounde. Then Juno who hir husbands shift at fingers endes had founde, Desirde to have the Cow of gift. What should he doe as tho? Great cruelnesse it were to yeelde his Lover to hir so. And not to give would breede mistrust. As fast as shame provoked, So fast agayne a tother side his Love his minde revoked. So much that Love was at the poynt to put all shame to flight. But that he feared if he should denie a gift so light As was a Cowe to hir that was his sister and his wyfe, Might make hir thinke it was no Cow, and breede perchaunce some strife. Now when that Juno had by gift hir husbands Leman got, Yet altogether out of feare and carelesse was she not. She had him in a jelousie and thoughtfull was she still For doubt he should invent some meanes to steale hir from hir: till To Argus, olde Aristors sonne, she put hir for to keepe. This Argus had an hundreth eyes: of which by turne did sleepe Alwayes a couple, and the rest did duely watch and warde, And of the charge they tooke in hande had ever good regarde, What way so ever Argus stood with face, with backe, or side, To Io warde, before his eyes did lo still abide. All day he let hir graze abroade, the Sunne once under ground He shut hir up and by the necke with wrythen Withe hir bound. With croppes of trees and bitter weedes now was she dayly fed, And in the stead of costly couch and good soft featherbed, She sate a nightes upon the ground, and on such ground whereas Was not sometime so much as grasse: and oftentymes she was Compeld to drinke of muddie pittes: and when she did devise To Argus for to lift hir handes in meeke and humble wise, She sawe she had no handes at all: and when she did assay To make complaint, she lowed out, which did hir so affray, That oft she started at the noyse, and would have runne away. Unto hir father Inachs banckes she also did resorte, Where many a tyme and oft before she had beene wont to sporte. Now when she looked in the streame, and sawe hir horned hed, She was agast and from hir selfe would all in hast have fled. The Nymphes hir sisters knewe hir not nor yet hir owne deare father, Yet followed she both him and them, and suffred them the rather To touch and stroke hir where they list, as one that preaced still To set hir selfe to wonder at and gaze upon their fill. The good old Inach puls up grasse and to hir straight it beares. She as she kyst and lickt his handes did shed forth dreerie teares. And had she had hir speach at will to utter forth hir thought, She would have tolde hir name and chaunce and him of helpe besought. But for bicause she could not speake, she printed in the sande, Two letters with hir foote, whereby was given to understande The sorrowfull chaunging of hir shape. Which seene straight cryed out Hir father Inach, Wo is me, and clasping hir about Hir white and seemely Heifers necke and christal hornes both twaine, He shrieked out full piteously: Now wo is me, again. Alas art thou my daughter deare, whome through the worlde I sought And could not finde, and now by chaunce art to my presence brought? My sorrow certesse lesser farre a thousande folde had beene If never had I seene thee more, than thus to have thee seene. Thou standst as dombe and to my wordes no answere can thou give, But from the bottom of thy heart full sorie sighes dost drive As tokens of thine inwarde griefe, and doolefully dost mooe Unto my talke, the onely thing leaft in thy powre to dooe. But I mistrusting nothing lesse than this so great mischaunce, By some great mariage earnestly did seeke thee to advaunce, In hope some yssue to have seene betweene my sonne and thee. But now thou must a husband have among the Heirds I see, And eke thine issue must be such as other cattels bee. Oh that I were a mortall wight as other creatures are, For then might death in length of time quite rid mee of this care, But now bycause I am a God, and fate doth death denie, There is no helpe but that my griefe must last eternallie. As Inach made this piteous mone quicke sighted Argus drave His daughter into further fieldes to which he could not have Accesse, and he himselfe aloof did get him to a hill, From whence he sitting at his ease viewd everie way at will. Now could no lenger Jove abide his Lover so forlorne, And thereupon he cald his sonne that Maia had him borne, Commaunding Argus should be kild. He made no long abod, But tyde his feathers to his feete, and tooke his charmed rod. (With which he bringeth things asleepe, and fetcheth soules from Hell) And put his Hat upon his head: and when that all was well He leaped from his fathers towres, and downe to earth he flue And there both Hat and winges also he lightly from him thrue, Retayning nothing but his staffe, the which he closely helde Betweene his elbowe and his side, and through the common fielde Went plodding lyke some good plaine soule that had some flocke to feede. And as he went he pyped still upon an Oten Reede. Queene Junos Heirdman farre in love with this straunge melodie Bespake him thus: Good fellow mine, I pray thee heartely Come sitte downe by me on this hill, for better feede I knowe Thou shalt not finde in all these fieldes, and (as the thing doth showe) It is a coole and shadowie plot, for sheepeheirds verie fitte. Downe by his elbow by and by did Atlas nephew sit. And for to passe the tyme withall for seeming overlong, He helde him talke of this and that, and now and than among He playd upon his merrie Pipe to cause his watching eyes To fall asleepe. Poore Argus did the best he could devise To overcome the pleasant nappes: and though that some did sleepe, Yet of his eyes the greater part he made their watch to keepe. And after other talke he askt (for lately was it founde) Who was the founder of that Pype that did so sweetely 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 neere, In beautie and in personage thys Ladie had no peere. Full often had she given 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 see Might at a blush have taken hir Diana for to bee, But that the Nymph did in hir hande a bowe of Cornell holde, Whereas Diana evermore did beare a bowe of golde. And yet she did deceyve folke so. Upon a certaine day God Pan with garland on his heade of Pinetree, sawe hir stray From Mount Lyceus all alone, and thus to hir did say: Unto a Gods request, O Nymph, voucesafe thou to agree That doth desire thy wedded spouse and husband for to bee. There was yet more behinde to tell: as how that Syrinx fled, Through waylesse woods and gave no eare to that that Pan had sed, Untill she to the gentle streame of sandie Ladon came, Where, for bicause it was so deepe, she could not passe the same, She piteously to chaunge hir shape the water Nymphes besought: And how when Pan betweene his armes, to catch the Nymph had thought, In steade of hir he caught the Reedes newe growne upon the brooke, And as he sighed, with his breath the Reedes he softly shooke Which made a still and mourning noyse, with straungnesse of the which And sweetenesse of the feeble sounde the God delighted mich, Saide: Certesse, Syrinx, for thy sake it is my full intent, To make my comfort of these Reedes wherein thou doest lament: And how that there of sundrie Reedes with wax together knit, He made the Pipe which of hir name the Greekes call Syrinx yet. But as Cyllenius would have 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 sleepe, and fast he gan to nodde, Immediately he ceast his talke, and with his charmed rodde, So stroked all his heavie eyes that earnestly they slept. Then with his Woodknife by and by he lightly to him stept, 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 lyest thou Argus under 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 Juno 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 move, Determinde for to wreeke hir wrath upon hir husbandes Love. Forthwith she cast before hir eyes right straunge and ugly sightes, Compelling hir to thinke she sawe some Fiendes or wicked sprightes. And in hir heart such secret prickes and piercing stings she gave hir, As through the worlde from place to place with restlesse sorrow drave hir. Thou Nylus wert assignd to stay hir paynes and travails past, To which as soone as Io came with much adoe at last, With wearie knockles on thy brim she kneeled 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 seeme to make hir mone to Jove, desiring him to make Some ende of those hir troublous stormes endured for his sake. He tooke his wife about the necke, and sweetely kissing prayde, That Ios penance yet at length might by hir graunt be stayde. Thou shalt not neede to feare (quoth he) that ever she shall grieve thee From this day forth. And in this case the better to beleve mee, The Stygian waters of my wordes unparciall witnesse beene. As soone as Juno was appeasde, immediately was seene That Io tooke hir native shape in which she first was borne, And eke became the selfesame thing the which she was beforne. For by and by she cast away hir rough and hairie hyde, Insteede 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 cloven Clees to fingers five againe reduced were, On which the nayles lyke pollisht Gemmes did shine full bright and clere. In fine, no likenesse of a Cow save whitenesse did remaine So pure and perfect as no snow was able it to staine. She vaunst hir selfe upon hir feete which then was brought to two. And though she gladly would have spoke: yet durst she not so do, Without good heede, for feare she should have 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 everie where Among the folke that dwell by Nyle yclad in linnen weede. Of her in tyme came Epaphus begotten of the seede Of myghtie Jove. This noble ympe nowe joyntly with his mother, Through all the Cities of that lande have temples t'one with toother. There was his match in heart and yeares, the lustie Phaeton, A stalworth stripling strong and stout, the golden Phoebus sonne. Whome making proude and stately vauntes of his so noble race, And unto him in that respect in nothing giving place, The sonne of Io coulde not beare: but sayde unto him thus: No marvell though thou be so proude and full of wordes ywus. For everie fonde and trifling tale the which thy mother makes, Thy gyddie wit and hairebrainde heade forthwith for gospell takes. Well, vaunt thy selfe of Phoebus still, for when the truth is seene, Thou shalt perceyve that fathers name a forged thing to beene. At this reproch did Phaeton wax as red as any fire: Howbeit for the present tyme did shame represse his ire. Unto his mother Clymen straight he goeth to detect The spitefull wordes that Epaphus against him did object. Yes mother (quoth he) and which ought your greater griefe to bee, I who at other tymes of talke was wont to be so free And stoute, had neere a worde to say, I was ashamde to take So fowle a foyle: the more because I could none answere make. But if I be of heavenly race exacted as ye say, Then shewe some token of that highe and noble byrth I pray. And vouche me for to be of heaven. With that he gently cast His armes about his mothers necke, and clasping hir full fast, Besought hir as she lovde his life, and as she lovde the lyfe Of Merops, and had kept hir selfe as undefiled wyfe, And as she wished welthily his sisters to bestowe, She would some token give whereby his rightfull Sire to knowe. It is a doubtful matter whither Clymen moved more With this hir Phaetons earnest sute, exacting it so sore, Or with the slaunder of the bruit layde to hir charge before, Did holde up both hir handes to heaven, and looking on the Sunne, My right deare childe I safely sweare (quoth she to Phaeton) That of this starre the which so bright doth glister in thine eye: Of this same Sunne that cheares the world with light indifferently Wert thou begot: and if I fayne, then with my heart I pray, That never may I see him more unto my dying day. But if thou have so great desire thy father for to knowe, Thou shalt not neede in that behalfe much labour to bestowe. The place from whence he doth arise adjoyneth to our lande. And if thou thinke thy heart will serve, then go and understande The truth of him. When Phaeton heard his mother saying so, He gan to leape and skip for joye. He fed his fansie tho, Upon the Heaven and heavenly things: and so with willing minde, From Aethiop first his native home, and afterwarde through Inde Set underneath the morning starre he went so long, till as He founde me where his fathers house and dayly rising was. The Princely Pallace of the Sunne stood gorgeous to beholde On stately Pillars builded high of yellow burnisht golde, Beset with sparckling Carbuncles that like to fire did shine. The roofe was framed curiously of Ivorie pure and fine. The two doore leaves of silver cleare a radiant light did cast: But yet the cunning workemanship of things therein farre past The stuffe wherof the doores were made. For there a perfect plat Had Vulcane drawne of all the worlde: Both of the sourges that Embrace the earth with winding waves, and of the stedfast ground, And of the heaven it selfe also that both encloseth round. And first and formest in the Sea the Gods thereof did stande: Loude sounding Tryton with his shirle and writhen Trumpe in hande: Unstable Protew chaunging aye his figure and his hue, From shape to shape a thousande sithes as list him to renue: Aegeon leaning boystrously on backes of mightie Whales And Doris with hir daughters all: of which some cut the wales With splaied armes, some sate on rockes and dride their goodly haire, And some did ryde uppon the backes of fishes here and theare. Not one in all poyntes fully lyke an other coulde ye see, Nor verie farre unlike, but such as sisters ought to bee. The Earth had townes, men, beasts and Woods with sundrie trees and rods, And running Ryvers with their Nymphes and other countrie Gods. Directly over all these same the plat of heaven was pight, Upon the two doore leaves, the signes of all the Zodiak bright, Indifferently six on the left and six upon the right. When Clymens sonne had climbed up at length with weerie pace, And set his foote within his doubted fathers dwelling place, Immediately he preaced forth to put him selfe in sight, And stoode aloofe. For neere at hande he could not bide the light. In purple Robe and royall Throne of Emeraudes freshe and greene Did Phoebus sitte, and on eche hande stoode wayting well beseene, Dayes, Monthes, yeares, ages, seasons, times, and eke the equall houres. There stoode the springtime with a crowne of fresh and fragrant floures. There wayted Sommer naked starke all save a wheaten Hat: And Autumne smerde with treading grapes late at the pressing Vat. And lastly quaking for the colde, stood Winter all forlorne, With rugged heade as white as Dove, and garments all to torne, Forladen with the Isycles that dangled up and downe Uppon his gray and hoarie bearde and snowie frozen crowne. The Sunne thus sitting in the middes did cast his piercing eye, (With which full lightly when he list he all thinges doth espye) Upon his childe that stood aloofe, agast and trembling sore At sight of such unwonted things, and thus bespake him thore: O noble ympe, O Phaeton which art not such (I see) Of whome thy father should have cause ashamed for to bee: Why hast thou traveld to my court? what is thy will with mee? Then answerde he: Of all the worlde O onely perfect light, O Father Phoebus, (if I may usurpe that name of right, And that my mother for to save hir selfe from worldely shame, Hyde not hir fault with false pretence and colour of thy name) Some signe apparant graunt whereby I may be knowne thy Sonne, And let mee hang no more in doubt. He had no sooner donne, But that his father putting off the bright and fierie beames That glistred rounde about his heade like cleare and golden streames, Commaunded him to draw him neere, and him embracing sayde: To take mee for thy rightfull Sire thou neede not be afrayde. Thy mother Clymen of a truth from falshood standeth free. And for to put thee out of doubt aske what thou wilt of mee, And I will give thee thy desire, the Lake whereby of olde We Gods do sweare (the which mine eyes did never yet beeholde) Beare witnesse with thee of my graunt. He scarce this tale had tolde, But that the foolish Phaeton straight for a day did crave The guyding of his winged Steedes, and Chariot for to have. Then did his Father by and by forethinke him of his oth. And shaking twentie tymes his heade, as one that was full wroth, Bespake him thus: Thy wordes have made me rashly to consent To that which shortly both of us (I feare mee) shall repent. Oh that I might retract my graunt, my sonne I doe protest I would denie thee nothing else save this thy fond request. I may disswade, there lyes herein more perill than thou weene: The things the which thou doest desire of great importance beene: More than thy weakenesse well can wielde, a charge (as well appeares) Of greater weight, than may agree with these thy tender yeares. Thy state is mortall, weake and frayle, the thing thou doest desire Is such, whereto no mortall man is able to aspire. Yea, foolish boy, thou doest desire (and all for want of wit) A greater charge than any God coulde ever have as yet. For were there any of them all so overseene and blinde, To take upon him this my charge, full quickly should he finde That none but I could sit upon the fierie Axeltree. No not even he that rules this wast and endlesse space we see, Not he that darts with dreadfull hande the thunder from the Skie, Shall drive this chare. And yet what thing in all the world perdie Is able to compare with Jove? Now first the morning way Lyes steepe upright, so that the steedes in coolest of the day And beeing fresh have much adoe to climbe against the Hyll. Amiddes the heaven the gastly heigth augmenteth terror still. My heart doth waxe as colde as yse full many a tyme and oft For feare to see the Sea and land from that same place aloft. The Evening way doth fall plump downe requiring strength to guide, That Tethis who doth harbrowgh mee within hir sourges wide Doth stand in feare lest from the heaven I headlong down should slide. Besides all this the Heaven aye swimmes and wheeles about full swift And with his rolling dryves the starres their proper course to shift. Yet doe I keepe my native course against this brunt so stout, Not giving place as others doe: but boldely bearing out The force and swiftnesse of that heaven that whyrleth so about. Admit thou had my winged Steedes and Chariot in thine hande: What couldste thou doe? dost thinke thy selfe well able to withstande The swiftnesse of the whyrled Poles, but that their brunt and sway (Yea doe the best and worst thou can) shall beare thee quite away? Perchaunce thou dost imagine there some townes of Gods to finde, With groves and Temples richt with giftes as is among mankinde. Thou art deceyved utterly: thou shalt not finde it so. By blinde bywayes and ugly shapes of monsters must thou go. And though thou knewe the way so well as that thou could not stray, Betweene the dreadful bulles sharp hornes yet must thou make thy way. Agaynst the cruell Bowe the which the Aemonian archer drawes: Against the ramping Lyon armde with greedie teeth and pawes: Against the Scorpion stretching farre his fell and venymd clawes: And eke the Crab that casteth forth his crooked clees awrie Not in such sort as th'other doth, and yet as dreadfully. Againe thou neyther hast the powre nor yet the skill I knowe My lustie coursers for to guide that from their nostrilles throwe And from their mouthes the fierie breath that breedeth in their brest. For scarcely will they suffer mee who knowes their nature best When that their cruell courages begin to catch a heate, That hardely should I deale with them, but that I know the feate. But lest my gift should to thy griefe and utter perill tend My Sonne beware and (whyle thou mayst) thy fonde request amend. Bycause thou woulde be knowne to bee my childe thou seemst to crave A certaine signe: what surer signe I pray thee canst thou have Than this my feare so fatherly the which I have of thee Which proveth me most certainly thy father for to bee? Beholde and marke my countenaunce. would to God thy sight Could pierce within my wofull brest, to see the heavie plight, And heapes of cares within my heart. Looke through the worlde so round Of all the wealth and goodes therein: if ought there may be found In Heaven or Earth or in the Sea, aske what thou lykest best, And sure it shall not be denide. This onely one request That thou hast made I heartely beseech thee to relent, Which for to tearme the thing aright is even a punishment, And not an honour as thou thinkest: my Phaeton thou dost crave In stead of honour even a scourge and punishment for to have. Thou fondling thou, what dost thou meane with fawning armes about My necke thus flattringly to hang? Thou needest not to dout. I have alreadie sworne by Styx, aske what thou wilt of mee And thou shalt have. Yet let thy next wish somewhat wiser bee Thus ended his advertisment: and yet the wilfull Lad Withstood his counsell urging still the promisse that he had, Desiring for to have the chare as if he had been mad. His father having made delay as long as he could shift, Did lead him where his Chariot stood, which was of Vulcans gift. The Axeltree was massie golde, the Bucke was massie golde, The utmost fellies of the wheeles, and where the tree was rolde. The spokes were all of sylver bright, the Chrysolites and Gemmes That stood uppon the Collars, Trace, and hounces in their hemmes Did cast a sheere and glimmering light, as Phoebus shone thereon. Now while the lustie Phaeton stood gazing here upon, And wondered at the workemanship of everie thing: beeholde The earely morning in the East beegan mee to unfolde Hir purple Gates, and shewde hir house bedeckt with Roses red. The twinckling starres withdrew which by the morning star are led: Who as the Captaine of that Host that hath no peere nor match, Dooth leave his standing last of all within that heavenly watch. Now when his Father sawe the worlde thus glister red and trim, And that his waning sisters hornes began to waxen dim, He had the fetherfooted howres go harnesse in his horse. The Goddesses with might and mayne themselves thereto enforce. His fierifoming Steedes full fed with juice of Ambrosie They take from Maunger trimly dight: and to their heades doe tie Strong reyned bits: and to the Charyot doe them well appoint. Then Phoebus did with heavenly salve his Phaetons heade annoint, That scorching fire coulde nothing hurt: which done, upon his haire He put the fresh and golden rayes himselfe was wont to weare. And then as one whose heart misgave the sorrowes drawing fast, With sorie sighes he thus bespake his retchlesse sonne at last: (And if thou canst) at least yet this thy fathers lore obay: Sonne, spare the whip, and reyne them hard, they run so swift away As that thou shalt have much adoe their fleeing course to stay. Directly through the Zones all five beware thou doe not ride, A brode byway cut out askew that bendeth on the side Contaynde within the bondes of three the midmost Zones doth lie: Which from the grisely Northren beare, and Southren Pole doth flie. Keepe on this way: my Charyot rakes thou plainely shalt espie And to th'intent that heaven and earth may well the heate endure, Drive neyther over high nor yet too lowe. For be thou sure, And if thou mount above thy boundes, the starres thou burnest cleane. Againe beneath thou burnst the Earth: most safetie is the meane. And least perchaunce thou overmuch the right hand way should take, And so misfortune should thee drive upon the writhen Snake, Or else by taking overmuche upon the lefter hand Unto the Aultar thou be driven that doth against it stand: Indifferently betweene them both I wish thee for to ride. The rest I put to fortunes will, who be thy friendly guide, And better for thee than thy selfe as in this case provide. Whiles that I prattle here with thee, behold the dankish night Beyond all Spaine hir utmost bound is passed out of sight. We may no lenger tariance make: my wonted light is cald, The Morning with hir countnance cleare the darknesse hath appald. Take raine in hand, or if thy minde by counsell altred bee, Refuse to meddle with my Wayne: and while thou yet art free, And doste at ease within my house in safegarde well remaine, Of this thine unadvised wish not feeling yet the paine, Let me alone with giving still the world his wonted light, And thou thereof as heretofore enjoy the harmelesse sight. Thus much in vaine: for Phaeton both yong in yeares and wit, Into the Chariot lightly lept, and vauncing him in it Was not a little proud that he the brydle gotten had. He thankt his father whom it grievde to see his childe so mad. While Phebus and his rechelesse sonne were entertalking this, Aeous, Aethon, Phlegon, and the firie Pyrois, The restlesse horses of the Sunne, began to ney so hie Wyth flaming breath, that all the heaven might heare them perfectly. And with their hoves they mainly beate upon the lattisde grate. The which when Tethis (knowing nought of this hir cousins fate) Had put aside, and given the steedes the free and open scope Of all the compasse of the Skie within the heavenly Cope: They girded forth, and cutting through the Cloudes that let their race, With splayed wings they overflew the Easterne winde apace. The burthen was so lyght as that the Genets felt it not. The wonted weight was from the Waine, the which they well did wot. For like as ships amids the Seas that scant of ballace have, Doe reele and totter with the wynde, and yeeld to every wave: Even so the Waine for want of weight it erst was wont to beare, Did hoyse aloft and scayle and reele, as though it empty were. Which when the Cartware did perceyve, they left the beaten way And taking bridle in the teeth began to run astray. The rider was so sore agast, he knew no use of Rayne, Nor yet his way: and though he had, yet had it ben in vayne, Because he wanted powre to rule the horses and the Wayne. Then first did sweat cold Charles his Wain through force of Phebus rayes And in the Sea forbidden him, to dive in vaine assayes. The Serpent at the frozen Pole both colde and slow by kinde, Through heat waxt wroth, and stird about a cooler place to finde. And thou Bootes though thou be but slow of footemanship, Yet wert thou faine (as Fame reports) about thy Waine to skip. Now when unhappy Phaeton from top of all the Skie Behelde the Earth that underneath a great way off did lie, He waxed pale for sodaine feare, his joynts and sinewes quooke, The greatnesse of the glistring light his eyesight from him tooke. Now wisht he that he never had his fathers horses see: It yrkt him that he thus had sought to learne his piedegre. It grievde him that he had prevailde in gaining his request. To have bene counted Merops sonne he thought it now the best. Thus thinking was he headlong driven, as when a ship is borne By blustring windes, hir saileclothes rent, hir sterne in pieces torne, And tacling brust, the which the Pilote trusting all to prayre Abandons wholy to the Sea and fortune of the ayre. What should he doe? much of the heaven he passed had behinde And more he saw before: both whiche he measurde in his minde, Eft looking forward to the West which to approch as then Might not betide, and to the East eft looking backe agen. He wist not what was best to doe, his wittes were ravisht so. For neither could he hold the Reynes, nor yet durst let them go. And of his horses names was none that he remembred tho. Straunge uncoth Monsters did he see dispersed here and there And dreadfull shapes of ugly beasts that in the Welkin were. There is a certaine place in which the hidious Scorpion throwes His armes in compasse far abrode, much like a couple of bowes, With writhen tayle and clasping cles, whose poyson limmes doe stretch On every side, that of two signes they full the roume doe retch, Whome when the Lad beheld all moyst with blacke and lothly swet, With sharpe and nedlepointed sting as though he seemde to thret, He was so sore astraught for feare, he let the bridels slacke, Which when the horses felt lie lose upon their sweating backe, At rovers straight throughout the Ayre by wayes unknowne they ran Whereas they never came before since that the worlde began. For looke what way their lawlesse rage by chaunce and fortune drue Without controlment or restraint that way they freely flue Among the starres that fixed are within the firmament They snatcht the Chariot here and there. One while they coursing went Upon the top of all the skie: anon againe full round They troll me downe to lower wayes and nearer to the ground, So that the Moone was in a Maze to see hir brothers Waine Run under hirs: the singed cloudes began to smoke amaine. Eche ground the higher that it was and nearer to the Skie The sooner was it set on fire, and made therewith so drie That every where it gan to chinke. The Medes and Pastures greene Did seare away: and with the leaves, the trees were burned cleene. The parched corne did yeelde wherewith to worke his owne decaie. Tushe, these are trifles. Mightie townes did perish that same daie. Whose countries with their folke were burnt: and forests ful of wood Were turnde to ashes with the rocks and mountains where they stood. Then Athe, Cilician, Taure and Tmole and Oeta flamed hie, And Ide erst full of flowing springs was then made utter drie. The learned virgins daily haunt, the sacred Helicon, And Thracian Hemus (not as yet surnamde Oeagrion,) Did smoke both twaine: and Aetna hote of nature aye before, Encreast by force of Phebus flame now raged ten times more. The forkt Parnasus, Eryx, Cynth, and Othrys then did swelt And all the snow of Rhodope did at that present melt. The like outrage Mount Dindymus, and Mime and Micale felt. Cytheron borne to sacred use with Osse, and Pindus hie And Olymp greater than them both did burne excessively. The passing colde that Scithie had defended not the same But that the barren Caucasus was partner of this flame. And so were eke the Airie Alpes and Appennyne beside, For all the Cloudes continually their snowie tops doe hide. Then wheresoever Phaeton did chaunce to cast his vew, The world was all on flaming fire. The breath the which he drew, Came smoking from his scalding mouth as from a seething pot. His Chariot also under him began to waxe red hot. He could no lenger dure the 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 hent 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 upholde) (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 up in Lybie land that time That altogither drie and scorcht continueth yet that Clyme. The Nymphes with haire about their eares bewayld their springs and lakes. Beotia for hir Dyrces losse great lamentation makes. For Amimone Argos wept, and Corinth for the spring Pyrene, at whose sacred streame the Muses usde to sing. The Rivers further from the place were not in better case, For Tanais in his deepest streame did boyle and steme apace, Old Penew and Caycus 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 Trojan Xanthus and Lycormas with his yellow veine, Meander playing in his bankes aye winding to and fro, Migdonian Melas with his waves 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 Sperchius 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 unfound: his mouthes all seven cleane voyde of water beene, Like seven great valleys where (save dust) could nothing else be seene. By like misfortune Hebrus dride and Strymon, both of Thrace. The Westerne Rivers Rhine and Rhone and Po were in like case: And Tyber unto whome the Goddes a faithfull promise gave Of all the world the Monarchie and soveraigne state to have. The ground did cranie everie where and light did pierce to hell And made afraide the King and Queene that in that Realme doe dwell. The Sea did shrinke and where as waves did late before remaine, Became a Champion field of dust and even a sandy plaine. The hilles erst hid farre under waves like Ilelandes did appeare So that the scattred Cyclades for the time augmented were. The fishes drew them to the deepes: the Dolphines durst not play Above the water as before, the Seales and Porkpis lay With bellies upward on the waves starke dead: and fame doth go That Nereus with his wife and daughters all were faine as tho To dive within the scalding waves. Thrise Neptune did advaunce His armes above 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 every side (Betweene the waters of the Sea and Springs that now had hidden Themselves within their Mothers wombe) for all the paine abidden, Up to the necke put forth hir head and casting up hir hand, Betweene 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 needes I perish must through force of firie flame, Let thy celestiall fire O God I pray thee doe the same. A comfort shall it be to have thee Author of my death. I scarce have powre to speak these words (the smoke had stopt hir breath). Behold my singed haire: behold my dim and bleared eye, See how about my scorched face the scalding embers flie. Is this the guerdon wherewithall ye quite my fruitfulnesse? Is this the honor that ye gave me for my plenteousnesse And dutie done with true intent? for suffring of the plough To draw deepe woundes upon my backe and rakes to rend me through? For that I over all the yeare continually am wrought? For giving foder to the beasts and cattell all for nought? For yeelding corne and other foode wherewith to keepe mankinde? And that to honor you withall sweete frankinsence I finde? But put the case that my desert destruction duely crave, What hath thy brother? what the Seas deserved for to have? 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 mee, At least have mercy on thy heaven, looke round about and see How both the Poles begin to smoke which if the fire appall To utter ruine (be thou sure) thy pallace needes must fall. Behold how Atlas ginnes to faint. His shoulders though full strong, Unneth are able to uphold the sparkling Extree long. If Sea and Land doe go to wrecke, and heaven it selfe doe burne To olde confused Chaos then of force we must returne. Put to thy helping hand therfore to save 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 compelde to cease. Into hir bosome by and by she shrunke hir cinged heade More nearer to the Stygian caves, and ghostes of persones deade. The Sire of Heaven protesting all the Gods and him also That lent the Chariot to his child, that all of force must go To havocke if he helped not, went to the highest part And top of all the Heaven 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 up 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 over wheele And so with fire he quenched fire. The Steedes did also reele Upon their knees, and starting up sprang violently, one here, And there another, that they brast in pieces all their gere. They threw the Collars from their neckes, and breaking quite asunder The Trace and Harnesse flang away: here lay the bridles: yonder The Extree plucked from the Naves: and in another place The shevered spokes of broken wheeles: and so at every pace The pieces of the Chariot torne lay strowed here and there. But Phaeton (fire yet blasing stil among his yellow haire) Shot headlong downe, and glid along the Region of the Ayre Like to a starre in Winter nights (the wether cleare and fayre) Which though it doe not fall in deede, yet falleth to our sight, Whome almost in another world and from his countrie quite The River Padus did receyve, and quencht his burning head. The water Nymphes of Italie did take his carkasse dead And buried it yet smoking still, with Joves threeforked flame, And wrate this Epitaph in the stone that lay upon the same: Here lies the lusty Phaeton which tooke in hand to guide His fathers Chariot, from the which although he chaunst to slide: Yet that he gave a proud attempt it cannot be denide. Wyth ruthfull cheere and heavie heart his father made great mone And would not shew himselfe abrode, but mournd at home alone. And if it be to be beleved, as bruited is by fame A day did passe without the Sunne. The brightnesse of the flame Gave light: and so unto some kinde of use that mischiefe came. But Clymen having spoke, as much as mothers usually Are wonted in such wretched case, discomfortablely, And halfe beside hir selfe for wo, with torne and scratched brest, Sercht through the universall world, from East to furthest West, First seeking for hir sonnes dead coarse, and after for his bones. She found them by a forren streame, entumbled under stones. There fell she groveling on his grave, and reading there his name, Shed teares thereon, and layd hir breast all bare upon the same. The daughters also of the Sunne no lesse than did their mother, Bewaild in vaine with flouds of teares, the fortune of their brother: And beating piteously their breasts, incessantly did call The buried Phaeton day and night, who heard them not at all, About whose tumbe they prostrate lay. Foure times the Moone had filde The Circle of hir joyned hornes, and yet the sisters hilde Their custome of lamenting still: (for now continuall use Had made it custome.) Of the which the eldest, Phaetuse, About to kneele upon the ground, complaynde hir feete were nom. To whome as fayre Lampetie was rising for to com, Hir feete were held with sodaine rootes. The third about to teare Hir ruffled lockes, filde both hir handes with leaves in steade of heare. One wept to see hir legges made wood: another did repine To see hir armes become long boughes. And shortly to define, While thus they wondred at themselves, a tender barke began To grow about their thighes and loynes, which shortly overran Their bellies, brestes, and shoulders eke, and hands successively, That nothing (save their mouthes) remainde, aye calling piteously Upon the wofull mothers helpe. What could the mother doe But runne now here now there, as force of nature drue hir to And deale hir kisses while she might? She was not so content: But tare their tender braunches downe: and from the slivers went Red drops of bloud as from a wound. The daughter that was rent Cride: Spare us mother spare I pray, for in the shape of tree The bodies and the flesh of us your daughters wounded bee. And now farewell. That word once said, the barke grew over all. Now from these trees flow gummy teares that Amber men doe call, Which hardened with the heate of sunne as from the boughs they fal The trickling River doth receyve, and sendes as things of price To decke the daintie Dames of Rome and make them fine and nice. Now present at this monstruous hap was Cygnus, Stenels son, Who being by the mothers side akinne to Phaeton Was in condicion more akinne. He leaving up his charge (For in the land of Ligurie his Kingdome stretched large) Went mourning all along the bankes and pleasant streame of Po Among the trees encreased by the sisters late ago. Annon his voyce became more small and shrill than for a man. Gray fethers muffled in his face: his necke in length began Far from his shoulders for to stretche: and furthermore there goes A fine red string acrosse the joyntes in knitting of his toes: With fethers closed are his sides: and on his mouth there grew A brode blunt byll: and finally was Cygnus made a new And uncoth fowle that hight a Swan, who neither to the winde, The Ayre, nor Jove betakes himselfe, as one that bare in minde The wrongfull fire sent late against his cousin Phaeton. In Lakes and Rivers is his joy: the fire he aye doth shon, And chooseth him the contrary continually to won. Forlorne and altogether voyde of that same bodie shene Was Phaetons father in that while which erst had in him bene, Like as he looketh in Th'eclypse. He hates the yrkesome light, He hates him selfe, he hates the day, and settes his whole delight In making sorrow for his sonne, and in his griefe doth storme - And chaufe denying to the worlde his dutie to performe. My lot (quoth he) hath had inough of this unquiet state From first beginning of the worlde. It yrkes me (though too late) Of restlesse toyles and thankelesse paines. Let who so will for me Go drive the Chariot in the which the light should caried be. If none dare take the charge in hand, and all the Gods persist As insufficient, he himselfe go drive it if he list, That at the least by venturing our bridles for to guide His lightning making childlesse Sires he once may lay aside. By that time that he hath assayde the unappalled force That doth remaine and rest within my firiefooted horse, I trow he shall by tried proufe be able for to tell How that he did not merit death that could not rule them well. The Goddes stoode all about the Sunne thus storming in his rage Beseching him in humble wise his sorrow to asswage. And that he would not on the world continuall darkenesse bring, Jove eke excusde him of the fire the which he chaunst to sling, And with entreatance mingled threates as did become a King. Then Phebus gathered up his steedes that yet for feare did run Like flaighted fiendes, and in his moode without respect begun To beate his whipstocke on their pates and lash them on the sides. It was no neede to bid him chaufe; for ever as he rides He still upbraides them with his sonne, and layes them on the hides. And Jove almighty went about the walles of heaven to trie If ought were perisht with the fire, which when he did espie Continuing in their former state, all strong and safe and sound, He went to vew the workes of men, and things upon the ground. Yet for his land of Arcadie he tooke most care and charge. The Springs and streames that durst not run he set againe at large. He clad the earth with grasse, the trees with leaves both fresh and greene Commaunding woods to spring againe that erst had burned bene. Now as he often went and came it was his chaunce to light Upon a Nymph of Nonacris whose forme and beautie bright Did set his heart on flaming fire. She used not to spinne Nor yet to curle hir frisled haire with bodkin or with pinne. A garment with a buckled belt fast girded did she weare And in a white and slender Call slight trussed was hir heare. Sometimes a dart sometime a bow she used for to beare. She was a knight of Phebes troope. There came not at the mount Of Menalus of whome Diana made so great account. But favor never lasteth long. The Sunne had gone that day A good way past the poynt of Noone: when werie of hir way She drue to shadowe in a wood that never had bene cut. Here off hir shoulder by and by hir quiver did she put, And hung hir bow unbent aside, and coucht hir on the ground, Hir quiver underneth hir head. Whom when that Jove had found Alone and wearie: Sure (he said) my wife shall never know Of this escape, and if she do, I know the worst I trow. She can but chide, shall feare of chiding make me to forslow? He counterfeiteth Phebe streight in countnance and aray. And says: O virgine of my troope, where didst thou hunt to day? The Damsell started from the ground and said: Hayle Goddesse deare, Of greater worth than Jove (I thinke) though Jove himselfe did heare. Jove heard hir well and smylde thereat, it made his heart rejoyce To heare the Nymph preferre him thus before himselfe in choyce. He fell to kissing: which was such as out of square might seeme, And in such sort as that a mayde coulde nothing lesse beseeme. And as she would have told what woods she ranged had for game, He tooke hir fast betweene his armes, and not without his shame, Bewrayed plainly what he was and wherefore that he came. The wench against him strove as much as any woman could: I would that Juno had it seene. For then I know thou would Not take the deede so heynously: with all hir might she strove. But what poore wench or who alive could vanquish mighty Jove? Jove having sped flue straight to heaven. She hateth in hir hart The guiltlesse fields and wood where Jove had playd that naughty part, Alwaye she goes in such a griefe as that she had welnie Forgot hir quiver with hir shaftes and bow that hanged by. Dictynna, garded with hir traine and proude of killing Deere, In raunging over Menalus, espying, cald hir neere. The Damsell hearing Phebe call did run away amaine, She feared lest in Phebes shape that Jove had come againe, But when she saw the troope of Nymphes that garded hir about, She thought there was no more deceyt, and came among the rout. Oh Lord how hard a matter ist for guiltie hearts to shift And kepe their countnance? from the ground hir eyes scarce durst she lift. She prankes not by hir mistresse side, she preases not to bee The foremost of the companie, as when she erst was free. She standeth muet: and by chaunging of hir colour ay The treading of hir shooe awrie she plainely doth bewray, Diana might have founde the fault but that she was a May. A thousand tokens did appeare apparant to the eye, By which the Nymphes themselves (they say) hir fault did well espie. Nine times the Moone full to the worlde had shewde hir horned face When fainting through hir brothers flames and hunting in the chace. She found a coole and shadie lawnde through midst whereof she spide A shallow brooke with trickling streame on gravell bottom glide. And liking well the pleasant place, upon the upper brim She dipt hir foote, and finding there the water coole and trim, Away (she sayd) with standers by: and let us bath us here. Then Parrhasis cast downe hir head with sad and bashfull chere. The rest did strip them to their skinnes. She only sought delay, Untill that would or would she not hir clothes were pluckt away. Then with hir naked body straight hir crime was brought to light. Which yll ashamde as with hir hands she would have hid from sight, Fie beast (quoth Cynthia) get thee hence, thou shalt not here defile This sacred Spring, and from hir traine she did hir quite exile. The Matrone of the thundring Jove had inckling of the fact, Delaying till convenient time the punishment to exact. There is no cause of further stay. To spight hir heart withall, Hir husbands Leman bare a boy that Arcas men did call. On whome she casting lowring looke with fell and cruell minde Saide: Was there, arrant strumpet thou, none other shift to finde But that thou needes must be with barne? that all the world must see My husbandes open shame and thine in doing wrong to mee? But neyther unto heaven nor hell this trespasse shalt thou beare. I will bereve thee of thy shape through pride whereof thou were So hardy to entyce my Feere. Immediatly with that She raught hir by the foretop fast and fiercely threw hir flat Against the grounde. The wretched wench hir armes up mekely cast, Hir armes began with griesly haire to waxe all rugged fast. Hir handes gan warpe and into pawes ylfavordly to grow, And for to serve in stede of feete. The lippes that late ago Did like the mightie Jove so well, with side and flaring flaps Became a wide deformed mouth. And further lest perhaps Hir prayers and hir humble wordes might cause hir to relent: She did bereve hir of hir speach. In steade whereof there went An yreful, horce, and dreadfull voyce out from a threatning throte: But yet the selfesame minde that was before she turnde hir cote, Was in hir still in shape of Beare. The griefe whereof she showes By thrusting forth continuall sighes, and up she gastly throwes Such kinde of handes as then remainde unto the starrie Skie. And forbicause she could not speake she thought Jove inwardly To be unthankfull. Oh how oft she daring not abide Alone among the desert woods, full many a time and tide Would stalke before hir house in grounds that were hir owne erewhile? How oft oh did she in the hilles the barking houndes beguile And in the lawndes where she hir selfe had chased erst hir game, Now flie hirselfe to save hir life when hunters sought the same? Full oft at sight of other beastes she hid hir head for feare, Forgetting what she was hir selfe. For though she were a Beare, Yet when she spied other Beares she quooke for verie paine: And feared Wolves although hir Sire among them did remaine. Beholde Lycaons daughters sonne that Archas had to name About the age of fiftene yeares within the forrest came Of Erymanth, not knowing ought of this his mothers case. There after pitching of his toyles, as he the stagges did chase, Upon his mother sodenly it was his chaunce to light, Who for desire to see hir sonne did stay hirselfe from flight. And wistly on him cast hir looke as one that did him know. But he not knowing what she was began his heeles to show. And when he saw hir still persist in staring on his face, He was afrayde, and from hir sight withdrew himselfe apace, But when he coulde not so be rid, he tooke an armed pike, In full intent hir through the heart with deadly wound to strike. But God almighty held his hand, and lifting both away Did disapoint the wicked Act. For straight he did convay Them through the Ayre with whirling windes to top of all the skie, And there did make them neighbour starres about the Pole on hie. When Juno shining in the heaven hir husbands minion found, She swelde for spight: and downe she comes to watry Tethys round And unto olde Oceanus, whome even the Gods aloft Did reverence for their just deserts full many a time and oft, To whome demaunding hir the cause: And aske ye (quoth she) why That I which am the Queene of Goddes come hither from the sky? Good cause there is I warrant you. Another holdes my roome. For never trust me while I live, if when the night is coome, And overcasteth all the world with shadie darknesse whole, Ye see not in the heigth of heaven hard by the Northren Pole Whereas the utmost circle runnes about the Axeltree In shortest circuit, gloriously enstalled for to bee In shape of starres the stinging woundes that make me yll apayde. Now is there (trow ye) any cause why folke should be afrayde To do to Juno what they list, or dread hir wrathfull mood, Which only by my working harme doe turne my foes to good? O what a mightie act is done? How passing is my powre! I have bereft hir womans shape, and at this present howre She is become a Goddesse. Loe this is the scourge so sowre Wherewith I strike mine enimies. Loe here is all the spight That I can doe: this is the ende of all my wondrous might, No force. I would he should (for me) hir native shape restore, And take away hir brutish shape, like as he hath before Done by his other Paramour, that fine and proper piece Of Argos whom he made a Cow, I meane Phononeus Niece. Why makes he not a full devorce from me, and in my stead Straight take his Sweetheart to his wife, and coll hir in my bed? He can not doe a better deede (I thinke) than for to take Lycaon to his fatherinlaw. But if that you doe make Accompt of me your foster childe, then graunt that for my sake, The Oxen and the wicked Waine of starres in number seven, For whoredome sake but late ago receyved into heaven, May never dive within your waves. Ne let that strumpet vyle By bathing of hir filthie limmes your waters pure defile. The Gods did graunt hir hir request: and straight to heaven she flue, In handsome Chariot through the Ayre, which painted peacocks drue As well beset with blasing eyes late tane from Argus hed, As thou thou prating Raven white by nature being bred, Hadst on thy fethers justly late a coly colour spred. For this same birde in auncient time had fethers faire and whight As ever was the driven snow, or silver cleare and bright. He might have well comparde himself in beautie with the Doves That have no blemish, or the Swan that running water loves: Or with the Geese that afterward should with their gagling out Preserve the Romaine Capitoll beset with foes about. His tongue was cause of all his harme, his tatling tongue did make His colour which before was white, become so foule and blake. Coronis of Larissa was the fairest maide of face, In all the land of Thessalie. Shee stoode in Phebus grace As long as that she kept hir chast, or at the least as long As that she scaped unespide in doing Phebus wrong. But at the last Apollos birde hir privie packing spide, Whome no entreatance could persuade but that he swiftly hide Him to his maister, to bewray the doings of his love. Now as he flue, the pratling Crow hir wings apace did move: And overtaking fell in talke and was inquisitive For what intent and to what place he did so swiftly drive. And when she heard the cause thereof, she said: Now trust me sure, This message on the whiche thou goste no goodnesse will procure. And therefore hearken what I say: disdaine thou not at all, To take some warning by thy friende in things that may befall. Consider what I erst have bene and what thou seest me now: And what hath bene the ground hereof. I boldly dare avow, That thou shalt finde my faithfulnesse imputed for a crime. For Pallas in a wicker chest had hid upon a time A childe calde Ericthonius, whome never woman bare, And tooke it unto Maidens three that Cecrops daughters were, Not telling them what was within, but gave them charge to keepe The Casket shut, and for no cause within the same to peepe. I standing close among the leaves upon an Elme on hie, Did marke their doings and their wordes, and there I did espie How Pandrosos and Herse kept their promise faithfully. Aglauros calles them Cowardes both, and makes no more adoe, But takes the Casket in hir hand and doth the knots undooe. And there they saw a childe whose partes beneath were like a snake. Straight to the Goddesse of this deede a just report I make. For which she gave me this reward that never might I more Accompt hir for my Lady and my Mistresse as before. And in my roume she put the fowle that flies not but by night, A warning unto other birdes my lucke should be of right To holde their tongues for being shent. But you will say perchaunce I came unsentfor of my selfe, she did me not advaunce. I dare well say though Pallas now my heavie Mistresse stand Yet if perhaps ye should demaund the question at hir hand, As sore displeased as she is, she would not this denie: But that she chose me first hir selfe to beare hir companie. For (well I know) my father was a Prince of noble fame, Of Phocis King by long discent, Coronew was his name: I was his darling and his joy, and many a welthie Piere (I would not have you thinke disdaine) did seeke me for their Fere. My forme and beautie did me hurt. For as I leysurely Went jetting up and downe the shore upon the gravell drie, As yet I customably doe, the God that rules the Seas Espying me fell straight in love. And when he saw none ease In sute, but losse of wordes and time, he offred violence, And after me he runnes apace. I skudde as fast fro thence, From sand to shore from shore to sand, still playing Foxe to hole, Untill I was so tirde that he had almost got the gole. Then cald I out on God and man. But (as it did appeare) There was no man so neare at hand that could my crying heare. A Virgin Goddesse pitied me bicause I was a mayde: And at the utter plunge and pinche did send me present ayde. I cast mine armes to heaven, mine armes waxt light with fethers black, I went about to cast in hast my garments from my back, And all was fethers. In my skinne the rooted fethers stack. I was about with violent hand to strike my naked breast, But nether had I hand nor breast that naked more did reast. I ran, but of my feete as erst remained not the print. Me thought I glided on the ground. Anon with sodaine dint, I rose and hovered in the Ayre. And from that instant time Did wait on Pallas faithfully without offence or crime. But what availes all this to me, and if that in my place The wicked wretch Nyctyminee (who late for lacke of grace Was turned to an odious birde) to honor called bee? I pray thee didst thou never heare how false Nyctyminee (A thing all over Lesbos knowne) defilde hir fathers couch? The beast is now become a birde, whose lewdnesse doth so touch And pricke hir guiltie conscience that she dares not come in sight, Nor shewe hirselfe abrode a dayes, but fleeteth in the night For shame lest folke should see hir fault: and every other birde Doth in the Ayre and Ivie toddes with wondring at hir girde. A mischiefe take thy tatling tongue, the Raven answerde tho. Thy vaine forspeaking moves me not. And so he forth did go And tels his Lorde Apollo how he saw Coronis lie Wyth Isthyis, a Gentleman that dwelt in Thessalie. When Phebus heard his lovers fault, he fiersly gan to frowne, And cast his garlond from his head, and threw his violl downe. His colour chaungde, his face lookt pale, and as the rage of yre That boyled in his belking breast had set his heart on fyre, He caught me up his wonted tooles, and bent his golden bow And by and by with deadly stripe of unavoyded blow Strake through the breast the which his owne had toucht so oft afore. She wounded gave a piteous shrike, and (drawing from the sore The deadly Dart the which the bloud pursuing after fast Upon hir white and tender limmes a scarlet colour cast) Saide: Phebus, well, thou might have wreakt this trespasse on my head And yet forborne me till the time I had bene brought abed. Now in one body by thy meanes a couple shall be dead. Thus muche she saide: and with the bloud hir life did fade away. The bodie being voyde of soule became as colde as clay. Than all too late, alas too late gan Phebus to repent That of his lover he had tane so cruell punishment. He blames himselfe for giving eare so unadvisedly. He blames himselfe in that he tooke it so outragiously. He hates and bannes his faithfull birde bicause he did enforme Him of his lovers naughtinesse that made him so to storme. He hates his bow, he hates his shaft that rashly from it went: And eke he hates his hasty hands by whom the bow was bent. He takes hir up betweene his armes endevoring all too late By plaister made of precious herbes to stay hir helplesse fate. But when he saw there was no shift: but that she needes must burne, And that the solemne sacred fire was prest to serve the turne, Then from the bottome of his heart full sorie sighes he fet, (For heavenly powres with watrie teares their cheekes may never wet) In case as when a Cow beholdes the cruell butcher stand With launching Axe embrewd with bloud and lifting up his hand Aloft to snatch hir sucking Calfe that hangeth by the heeles And of the Axe the deadly dint upon his forehead feeles. Howbeit after sweete perfumes bestowde upon hir corse And much embracing, having sore bewailde hir wrong divorse, He followed to the place assignde hir bodie for to burne. There coulde he not abide to see his seede to ashes turne. But tooke the baby from hir wombe and from the firie flame, And unto double Chyrons den conveyed straight the same. The Raven hoping for his truth to be rewarded well, He maketh blacke, forbidding him with whiter birdes to dwell. The Centaure Chyron in the while was glad of Phebus boy, And as the burthen brought some care the honor brought him joy. Upon a time with golden lockes about hir shoulders spread, A daughter of the Centaurs (whome a certaine Nymph had bred About the brooke Caycus bankes) that hight Ocyroe Came thither. This same fayre yong Nymph could not contented be To learne the craft of Surgerie as perfect as hir Sire, But that to learne the secret doomes of Fate she must aspire. And therfore when the furious rage of frenzie had hir cought, And that the spright of Prophecie enflamed had hir thought, She lookt upon the childe and saide: Sweete babe the Gods thee make A man. For all the world shall fare the better for thy sake. All sores and sicknesse shalt thou cure: thy powre shall eke be syche, To make the dead alive again. For doing of the whiche Against the pleasure of the Gods, thy Graundsire shall thee strike So with his fire, that never more thou shalt performe the like. And of a God a bludlesse corse, and of a corse (full straunge) Thou shalt become a God againe, and twice thy nature chaunge. And thou my father liefe and deare, who now by destinie, Art borne to live for evermore and never for to die, Shalt suffer such outragious paine throughout thy members all, By wounding of a venimde dart that on thy foote shall fall, That oft thou shalt desire to die, and in the latter end The fatall dames shall breake thy threede and thy desire thee send. There was yet more behinde to tell, when sodenly she fet A sore deepe sigh, and downe hir cheekes the teares did trickle wet. Mine owne misfortune (quoth she) now hath overtake me sure. I cannot utter any more, for words waxe out of ure. My cunning was not worth so much as that it should procure The wrath of God. I feele by proufe far better had it bene: If that the chaunce of things to come I never had foreseene. For now my native shape withdrawes. Me thinkes I have delight To feede on grasse and fling in fieldes: I feele my selfe so light. I am transformed to a Mare like other of my kinne. But wherfore should this brutish shape all over wholy winne? Considering that although both horse and man my father bee: Yet is his better part a man as plainly is to see. The latter ende of this complaint was fumbled in such wise, As what she meant the standers by could scarcely well devise. Anon she neyther semde to speake nor fully for to ney, But like to one that counterfeites in sport the Mare to play. Within a while she neyed plaine, and downe hir armes were pight Upon the ground all clad with haire, and bare hir bodie right. Hir fingers joyned all in one, at ende wherof did grow In stede of nayles a round tough hoofe of welked horne bylow. Hir head and necke shot forth in length, hir kirtle trayne became A faire long taile. Hir flaring haire was made a hanging Mane. And as hir native shape and voyce most monstrously did passe, So by the uncoth name of Mare she after termed was. The Centaure Chyron wept hereat: and piteously dismaide Did call on thee (although in vaine) thou Delphian God for ayde. For neyther lay it in thy hande to breake Joves mighty hest, And though it had, yet in thy state as then thou did not rest. In Elis did thou then abide and in Messene lande. It was the time when under shape of shepehierde with a wande Of Olyve and a pipe of reedes thou kept Admetus sheepe. Now in this time that (save of Love) thou tooke none other keepe, And madste thee merrie with thy pipe, the glistring Maias sonne By chaunce abrode the fields of Pyle spide certaine cattle runne Without a hierde, the which he stole and closely did them hide Among the woods. This pretie slight no earthly creature spide, Save one old churle that Battus hight. This Battus had the charge Of welthie Neleus feeding groundes, and all his pastures large, And kept a race of goodly Mares. Of him he was afraide. And lest by him his privie theft should chaunce to be bewraide, He tooke a bribe to stop his mouth, and thus unto him saide: My friend I pray thee if perchaunce that any man enquire This cattell say thou saw them not. And take thou for thy hire This faire yong Bullocke. Tother tooke the Bullocke at his hand, And shewing him a certaine stone that lay upon the lande, Sayd, go thy way: Assoone this stone thy doings shall bewray, As I shall doe. So Mercurie did seeme to go his way. Annon he commes me backe againe, and altred both in speche And outward shape, saide: Countrieman Ich heartely bezeche, And if thou zawest any kie come royling through this grounde, Or driven away, tell what he was and where they may be vownde. And I chill gethee vor thy paine an Hecfar and hir match. The Carle perceyving double gaine, and greedy for to catch, Sayde: Under yon same hill they were, and under yon same hill Cham zure they are, and with his hand he poynted thereuntill. At that Mercurius laughing saide: False knave: and doste bewray Me to my selfe? doste thou bewray me to my selfe I say? And with that word strayt to a stone he turnde his double heart, In which the slaunder yet remaines without the stones desart. The Bearer of the charmed Rod, the suttle Mercurie, This done, arose with waving wings and from that place did flie. And as he hovered in the Ayre he viewde the fieldes bylow Of Atticke and the towne it selfe with all the trees that grow In Lycey where the learned Clarkes did wholsome preceptes show. By chaunce the verie selfesame day the virgins of the towne Of olde and auncient custome bare in baskets on their crowne Beset with garlands fresh and gay and strowde with flowres sweete To Pallas towre such sacrifice as was of custome meete. The winged God beholding them returning in a troupe Continued not directly forth, but gan me downe to stoupe, And fetch a wyndlasse round about. And as the hungry kite Beholding unto sacrifice a Bullocke redie dight, Doth sore about his wished pray desirous for to snatche But that he dareth not for such as stand about and watch: So Mercurie with nimble wings doth keepe a lower gate About Minervas loftie towres in round and wheeling rate. As far as doth the Morning starre in cleare and streaming light Excell all other starres in heaven: as far also as bright Dame Phebe dimmes the Morning starre, so far did Herses face Staine all the Ladies of hir troupe: she was the verie grace And beautie of that solemne pompe, and all that traine so fayre. Joves sonne was ravisht with the sight, and hanging in the ayre Began to swelt within himselfe, in case as when the poulder Hath driven the Pellet from the Gunne, the Pellet ginnes to smoulder: And in his flying waxe more hote. In smoking brest he shrowdes His flames not brought from heaven above but caught beneath the clouds. He leaves his jorney toward heaven and takes another race Not minding any lenger time to hide his present case. So great a trust and confidence his beautie to him gave Which though it seemed of it selfe sufficient force to have, Yet was he curious for to make himselfe more fine and brave. He kembd his head and strokt his beard, and pried on every side To see that in his furniture no wrinkle might be spide. And forbicause his Cloke was fringde and garded brode with golde, He cast it on his shoulder up most seemely to beholde. He takes in hand his charmed rod that bringeth things asleepe And wakes them when he list againe. And lastly taketh keepe That on his faire welformed feete his golden shooes sit cleene, And that all other things therto well correspondent beene. In Cecrops Court were Chambers three set far from all resort With yvorie beddes all furnished in far most royall sort. Of which Aglauros had the left and Pandrose had the right, And Herse had the middlemost. She that Aglauros hight First markt the comming of the God, and asking him his name Demaunded him for what entent and cause he thither came. Pleiones Nephew, Maias sonne, did make hir aunswere thus: I am my fathers messenger, his pleasure to discusse To mortall folke and hellish fiendes as list him to commaund. My father is the mightie Jove. To that thou doste demaund I will not feyne a false excuse. I aske no more but graunt To keepe thy sisters counsell close, and for to be the Aunt Of such the issue as on hir my chaunce shalbe to get. Thy sister Herse is the cause that hath me hither fet. I pray thee beare thou with my love that is so firmely set. Aglauros cast on Mercurie hir scornfull eyes aside, With which against Minervas will hir secretes late she spide, Demaunding him in recompence a mighty masse of Golde: And would not let him enter in until the same were tolde. The warlike Goddesse cast on hir a sterne and cruell looke, And fetched such a cutting sigh that forcibly it shooke Both brest and brestplate, wherewithall it came unto hir thought How that Aglauros late ago against hir will had wrought In looking on the Lemman childe contrarie to hir othe, The whiche she tooke hir in the chest, for which she waxed wrothe. Againe she saw hir cancred heart maliciously repine Against hir sister and the God. And furthermore in fine How that the golde which Mercurie had given hir for hir meede, Would make hir both in welth and pride all others to exceede. She goes me straight to Envies house, a foule and irksome cave, Replete with blacke and lothly filth and stinking like a grave. It standeth in a hollow dale where neyther light of Sunne Nor blast of any winde or Ayre may for the deepenesse come. A dreyrie sad and dolefull den ay full of slouthfull colde As which ay dimd with smoldring smoke doth never fire beholde, When Pallas, that same manly Maide, approched nere this plot, She staide without, for to the house in enter might she not, And with hir Javelin point did give a push against the doore. The doore flue open by and by and fell me in the floore. There saw she Envie sit within fast gnawing on the flesh Of Snakes and Todes, the filthie foode that keepes hir vices fresh. It lothde hir to beholde the sight. Anon the Elfe arose And left the gnawed Adders flesh, and slouthfully she goes With lumpish laysure like a Snayle, and when she saw the face Of Pallas and hir faire attire adournde with heavenly grace, She gave a sigh, a sorie sigh, from bottome of hir heart. Hir lippes were pale, hir cheekes were wan, and all hir face was swart: Hir bodie leane as any Rake. She looked eke askew. Hir teeth were furde with filth and drosse, hir gums were waryish blew. The working of hir festered gall had made hir stomacke greene. And all bevenimde was hir tongue. No sleepe hir eyes had seene. Continuall Carke and cankred care did keepe hir waking still: Of laughter (save at others harmes) the Helhound can no skill. It is against hir will that men have any good successe, And if they have, she frettes and fumes within hir minde no lesse Than if hir selfe had taken harme. In seeking to annoy And worke distresse to other folke, hir selfe she doth destroy. Thus is she torment to hir selfe. Though Pallas did hir hate, Yet spake she briefly these few wordes to hir without hir gate: Infect thou with thy venim one of Cecrops daughters three, It is Aglauros whome I meane, for so it needes must bee. This said, she pight hir speare in ground, and tooke hir rise thereon. And winding from that wicked wight did take hir flight anon. The Caitife cast hir eye aside, and seeing Pallas gon, Began to mumble with hir selfe the Divels Paternoster, And fretting at hir good successe, began to blow and bluster. She takes a crooked staffe in hand bewreathde with knubbed prickes, And covered with a coly cloude, where ever that she stickes Hir filthie feete, she tramples downe and seares both grasse and corne: That all the fresh and fragrant fieldes seeme utterly forlorne. And with hir staffe she tippeth off the highest poppie heades. Such poyson also every where ungraciously she sheades, That every Cottage where she comes and every Towne and Citie Doe take infection at hir breath. At length (the more is pitie) She found the faire Athenian towne that flowed freshly then In feastfull peace and joyfull welth and learned witts of men. And forbicause she nothing saw that might provoke to weepe, It was a corsie to hir heart hir hatefull teares to keepe. Now when she came within the Court, she went without delay Directly to the lodgings where King Cecrops daughters lay, There did she as Minerva bad. She laide hir scurvie fist Besmerde with venim and with filth upon Aglauros brist, The whiche she filde with hooked thornes: and breathing on hir face Did shead the poyson in hir bones: which spred it selfe apace, As blacke as ever virgin pitch through Lungs and Lights and all. And to th'intent that cause of griefe abundantly should fall, She placed ay before hir eyes hir sisters happie chaunce In being wedded to the God, and made the God to glaunce Continually in heavenly shape before hir wounded thought. And all these things she painted out, which in conclusion wrought Such corsies in Aglauros brest that sighing day and night She gnawde and fretted in hir selfe for very cancred spight. And like a wretche she wastes hir selfe with restlesse care and pine Like as the yse whereon the Sunne with glimering light doth shine. Hir sister Herses good successe doth make hir heart to yerne, In case as when that fire is put to greenefeld wood or fearne Whych giveth neyther light nor heate, but smulders quite away: Sometime she minded to hir Sire hir sister to bewray, Who (well she knew) would yll abide so lewde a part to play. And oft she thought with wilfull hande to brust hir fatall threede, Bicause she woulde not see the thing that made hir heart to bleede. At last she sate hir in the doore and leaned to a post To let the God from entring in. To whome now having lost Much talke and gentle wordes in vayne, she said: Sir, leave I pray For hence I will not (be you sure) onlesse you go away. I take thee at thy word (quoth he) and therewithall he pusht His rod against the barred doore, and wide it open rusht. She making proffer for to rise, did feele so great a waight Through all hir limmes, that for hir life she could not stretch hir straight. She strove to set hirself upright: but striving booted not. Hir hamstrings and hir knees were stiffe, a chilling colde had got In at hir nayles, through all hir limmes. And eke hir veynes began For want of bloud and lively heate, to waxe both pale and wan. And as the freting Fistula forgrowne and past all cure Runnes in the flesh from place to place, and makes the sound and pure As bad or worser than the rest, even so the cold of death Strake to hir heart, and closde hir veines, and lastly stopt hir breath: She made no profer for to speake, and though she had done so It had bene vaine. For way was none for language forth to go. Hir throte congealed into stone: hir mouth became hard stone, And like an image sate she still, hir bloud was clearely gone, The which the venim of hir heart so fowly did infect, That ever after all the stone with freckled spots was spect. When Mercurie had punisht thus Aglauros spightfull tung And cancred heart, immediatly from Pallas towne he flung. And flying up with flittering wings did pierce to heaven above. His father calde him straight aside (but shewing not his love) Said: Sonne, my trustie messenger and worker of my will, Make no delay but out of hand flie downe in hast untill The land that on the left side lookes upon thy mothers light, Yon same where standeth on the coast the towne that Sidon hight. The King hath there a heirde of Neate that on the Mountaines feede, Go take and drive them to the sea with all convenient speede. He had no sooner said the word but that the heirde begun Driven from the mountaine to the shore appointed for to run, Whereas the daughter of the King was wonted to resort With other Ladies of the Court there for to play and sport. Betweene the state of Majestie and love is set such oddes, As that they can not dwell in one. The Sire and King of Goddes Whose hand is armd with triplefire, who only with his frowne Makes Sea and Land and Heaven to quake, doth lay his scepter downe With all the grave and stately port belonging thereunto: And putting on the shape of Bull (as other cattell doe) Goes lowing gently up and downe among them in the field The fairest beast to looke upon that ever man beheld. For why? his colour was as white as any winters snow Before that eyther trampling feete or Southerne winde it thow. His necke was brawnd with rolles of flesh, and from his chest before A dangling dewlap hung me downe good halfe a foote and more. His hornes were small, but yet so fine as that ye would have thought They had bene made by cunning hand or out of waxe bene wrought. More cleare they were a hundreth fold than is the Christall stone, In all his forehead fearfull frowne or wrinkle there was none. No fierce, no grim, nor griesly looke as other cattle have, But altogether so demure as friendship seemde to crave. Agenors daughter marveld much so tame a beast to see, But yet to touche him at the first too bolde she durst not bee. Annon she reaches to his mouth hir hand with herbes and flowres. The loving beast was glad thereof and neither frownes nor lowres. But till the hoped joy might come with glad and fauning cheare He lickes hir hands and scarce ah scarce the resdue he forbeare. Sometime he friskes and skippes about and showes hir sport at hand Annon he layes his snowie side against the golden sand. So feare by little driven away, he offred eft his brest To stroke and coy, and eft his hornes with flowers to be drest. At last Europa knowing not (for so the Maide was calde) On whome she venturde for to ride, was nerawhit appalde To set hir selfe upon his backe. Then by and by the God From maine drie land to maine moyst Sea gan leysurly to plod. At first he did but dip his feete within the outmost wave, And backe againe, then further in another plunge he gave. And so still further till at the last he had his wished pray Amid the deepe where was no meanes to scape with life away. The Ladie quaking all for feare with rufull countnance cast Ay toward shore from whence she came, held with hir righthand fast One of his hornes: and with the left did stay upon his backe. The weather flaskt and whisked up hir garments being slacke. The God now having laide aside his borrowed shape of Bull Had in his likenesse shewde himself: and with his pretie trull Tane landing in the Ile of Crete. When in that while hir Sire Not knowing where she was become, sent after to enquire Hir brother Cadmus, charging him his sister home to bring, Or never for to come againe: wherein he did a thing, For which he might both justly kinde and cruell called bee. When Cadmus over all the world had sought, (for who is hee That can detect the thefts of Jove?) and no where could hir see, Then as an outlaw (to avoyde his fathers wrongfull yre) He went to Phebus Oracle most humbly to desire His heavenly counsell, where he would assigne him place to dwell. An Heifer all alone in field (quoth Phebus) marke hir well, Which never bare the pinching yoke, nor drew the plough as yit, Shall meete thee. Follow after hir, and where thou seest hir sit, There builde a towne, and let thereof Beotia be the name. Downe from Parnasus stately top scarce fully Cadmus came, When royling softly in the vale before the herde alone He saw an Heifer on whose necke of servage print was none. He followde after leysurly as hir that was his guide, And thanked Phebus in his heart that did so well provide. Now had he past Cephisus forde, and eke the pleasant groundes About the Citie Panope conteinde within those boundes. The Heifer staide, and lifting up hir forehead to the skie Full seemely for to looke upon with homes like braunches hie Did with hir lowing fill the Ayre: and casting backe hir eie Upon the rest that came aloofe, as softly as she could Kneelde downe and laide hir hairie side against the grassie mould. Then Cadmus gave Apollo thankes, and falling flat bylow Did kisse the ground and haile the fields which yet he did not know. He was about to sacrifice to Jove the Heavenly King, And bad his servants goe and fetch him water of the spring. An olde forgrowne unfelled wood stoode neare at hand thereby, And in the middes a queachie plot with Sedge and Osiers hie, Where courbde about with peble stone in likenesse of a bow There was a spring with silver streames that forth thereof did flow. Here lurked in his lowring den God Mars his griesly Snake With golden scales and firie eyes beswolne with poyson blake. Three spirting tongues, three rowes of teeth within his head did sticke. No sooner had the Tirian folke set foote within this thicke And queachie plot, and deped downe their bucket in the well, But that to buscle in his den began this Serpent fell, And peering with a marble head right horribly to hisse. The Tirians let their pitchers slip for sodaine feare of this, And waxing pale as any clay, like folke amazde and flaight, Stoode trembling like an Aspen leafe. The specled serpent straight Commes trailing out in waving linkes, and knottie rolles of scales, And bending into bunchie boughts his bodie forth he hales. And lifting up above the wast himselfe unto the Skie, He overlooketh all the wood, as huge and big welnie As is the Snake that in the Heaven about the Nordren Pole Devides the Beares. He makes no stay but deales his dreadfull dole Among the Tirians. Whether they did take them to their tooles, Or to their heeles, or that their feare did make them stand like fooles, And helpe themselves by none of both, he snapt up some alive, And swept in others with his taile, and some he did deprive Of life with rankenesse of his breath, and other some againe He stings and poysons unto death till all at last were slaine. Now when the Sunne was at his heigth and shadowes waxed short, And Cadmus saw his companie make tarience in that sort, He marveld what should be their let, and went to seeke them out. His harnesse was a Lions skin that wrapped him about. His weapons were a long strong speare with head of yron tride, And eke a light and piercing Dart. And thereunto beside Worth all the weapons in the world a stout and valiant hart. When Cadmus came within the wood and saw about that part His men lie slaine upon the ground, and eke their cruell fo Of bodie huge stand over them, and licking with his blo And blasting tongue their sorie woundes: Well trustie friendes (quoth he) I eyther of your piteous deathes will streight revenger be, Or else will die my selfe therefore. With that he raughting fast A mightie Milstone, at the Snake with all his might it cast. The stone with such exceding force and violence forth was driven, As of a fort the bulwarkes strong and walles it would have riven. And yet it did the Snake no harme: his scales as hard and tough As if they had bene plates of mayle did fence him well inough, So that the stone rebounded backe against his freckled slough. But yet his hardnesse savde him not against the piercing dart. For hitting right betweene the scales that yeelded in that part Whereas the joynts doe knit the backe, it thirled through the skin, And pierced to his filthy mawe and greedy guts within. He fierce with wrath wrings backe his head, and looking on the stripe, The Javeling steale that sticked out, betwene his teeth doth gripe. The which with wresting to and fro at length he forth did winde, Save that he left the head therof among his bones behinde. When of his courage through the wound more kindled was the ire, His throteboll swelde with puffed veines, his eyes gan sparkle fire. There stoode about his smeared chaps a lothly foming froth. His skaled brest ploughes up the ground, the stinking breath that goth Out from his blacke and hellish mouth infectes the herbes full fowle. Sometime he windes himselfe in knots as round as any Bowle. Sometime he stretcheth out in length as straight as any beame. Anon againe with violent brunt he rusheth like a streame Encreast by rage of latefalne raine, and with his mightie sway Beares downe the wood before his breast that standeth in his way. Agenors sonne retiring backe doth with his Lions spoyle Defend him from his fierce assaults, and makes him to recoyle Aye holding at the weapons point. The Serpent waxing wood Doth crashe the steele betwene his teeth, and bites it till the blood, Dropt mixt with poyson from his mouth, did die the greene grasse blacke, But yet the wound was verie light bicause he writhed backe And puld his head still from the stroke: and made the stripe to die By giving way, untill that Cadmus following irefully The stroke, with all his powre and might did through the throte him rive, And naylde him to an Oke behind the which he eke did clive. The Serpents waight did make the tree to bend. It grievde the tree His bodie of the Serpents taile thus scourged for to bee. While Cadmus wondred at the hugenesse of the vanquisht foe Upon the sodaine came a voyce: from whence he could not know, But sure he was he heard the voyce. Which said: Agenors sonne, What gazest thus upon this Snake? the time will one day come That thou thy selfe shalt be a Snake. He pale and wan for feare, Had lost his speach: and ruffled up stiffe staring stood his heare. Behold (mans helper at his neede) Dame Pallas gliding through The vacant Ayre was straight at hand, and bade him take a plough And cast the Serpents teeth in ground, as of the which should spring Another people out of hand. He did in every thing As Pallas bade, he tooke a plough, and earde a furrow low And sowde the Serpents teeth whereof the foresaid folke should grow. Anon (a wondrous thing to tell) the clods began to move, And from the furrow first of all the pikes appearde above, Next rose up helmes with fethered crests, and then the Poldrens bright, Successively the Curets whole, and all the armor right. Thus grew up men like corne in field in rankes of battle ray With shields and weapons in their hands to feight the field that day. Even so when stages are attirde against some solemne game, With clothes of Arras gorgeously, in drawing up the same The faces of the ymages doe first of all them showe, And then by peecemeale all the rest in order seemes to grow, Untill at last they stand out full upon their feete bylow. Afrighted at this new found foes gan Cadmus for to take Him to his weapons by and by resistance for to make. Stay, stay thy selfe (cride one of them that late before were bred Out of the ground) and meddle not with civill warres. This sed, One of the brothers of that brood with launcing sworde he slue. Another sent a dart at him, the which him overthrue. The third did straight as much for him and made him yeelde the breath, (The which he had receyvde but now) by stroke of forced death. Likewise outraged all the rest untill that one by one By mutuall stroke of civill warre dispatched everychone, This broode of brothers all behewen and weltred in their blood, Lay sprawling on their mothers womb, the ground where erst they stood, Save only five that did remaine. Of whom Echion led By Pallas counsell, threw away the helmet from his head, And with his brothers gan to treat attonement for to make. The which at length (by Pallas helpe) so good successe did take, That faithfull friendship was confirmd and hand in hand was plight. These afterward did well assist the noble Tyrian knight, In building of the famous towne that Phebus had behight. Now Thebes stoode in good estate, now Cadmus might thou say That when thy father banisht thee it was a luckie day. To joyne aliance both with Mars and Venus was thy chaunce, Whose daughter thou hadst tane to wife, who did thee much advaunce, Not only through hir high renowne, but through a noble race Of sonnes and daughters that she bare: whose children in like case It was thy fortune for to see all men and women growne. But ay the ende of every thing must marked be and knowne. For none the name of blessednesse deserveth for to have Onlesse the tenor of his life last blessed to his grave. Among so many prosprous happes that flowde with good successe, Thine eldest Nephew was a cause of care and sore distresse. Whose head was armde with palmed homes, whose own hounds in the wood Did pull their master to the ground and fill them with his bloud. But if you sift the matter well, ye shall not finde desart But cruell fortune to have bene the cause of this his smart. For who could doe with oversight? Great slaughter had bene made Of sundrie sortes of savage beastes one morning: and the shade Of things was waxed verie short. It was the time of day That mid betweene the East and West the Sunne doth seeme to stay. When as the Thebane stripling thus bespake his companie, Still raunging in the waylesse woods some further game to spie: Our weapons and our toyles are moist and staind with bloud of Deere: This day hath done inough as by our quarrie may appeare. As soone as with hir scarlet wheeles next morning bringeth light, We will about our worke againe. But now Hiperion bright Is in the middes of Heaven, and seares the fieldes with firie rayes. Take up your toyles, and cease your worke, and let us go our wayes. They did even so, and ceast their worke. There was a valley thicke With Pinaple and Cipresse trees that armed be with pricke. Gargaphie hight this shadie plot, it was a sacred place Tochast Diana and the Nymphes that wayted on hir grace. Within the furthest en ereof there was a pleasant Bowre So vaulted with the leavie trees the Sunne had there no powre: Not made by hand nor mans devise: and yet no man alive, A trimmer piece of worke than that could for his life contrive. With flint and Pommy was it wallde by nature halfe about, And on the right side of the same full freshly flowed out A lively spring with Christall streame: whereof the upper brim Was greneawith grasse and matted herbes that smelled verie trim. Whe hebe )elt hir selfe waxe faint, of following of hir game, It was oi-etrsfome for to come and bath hir in the same. That day she, having timely left hir hunting in the chace, Was entred with hir troupe of Nymphes within this pleasant place. She tooke hirrquiveLad hir bow the which she had unbent, And eke hir Javelin to a Nymph that served that intent. Another Nymph t ttaie hir clothes among hir traine she chose, Two losde hir buskins from hir legges and pulled off hir hose. The Thebane Ladie Crocale more cunnig than the rest Did trusse hir tresses handsomly which hung behind undrest. And yet hir owne hung waving still. Then Niphe nete and cleene With Hiale glistring like the grass in beautie fresh and sheene, 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 keepes this wont, behold, by wandring in the frith He wist not whither (having 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 everichone 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 themselves fro shame. But Phebe was of personage so comly and so tall, That by the middle of hir necke she overpeerd them all. Such colour as appeares in Heaven 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 have 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 unluckie knight, r And thus forespake the heavie lot that should upon him light: Now make thy vaunt among thy Mates, thou sawste Diana bare. Tell if thou can: I give thee leave: tell hardily: doe not spare. This done she makes no further threates, but by and by doth spread A payre of lively olde Harts homes upon his sprinckled head. She sharpes his eares, she makes his necke both slender, long and lanke. She turnes his fingers into feete, 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 have cryde Alas, But as for then no kinde of speach out of his lippes could passe. He sighde 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 (save his minde) of that he earst had beene. What should he doe? turne home againe to Cadmus and the Queene? 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 Blackfoote first of all And Stalker speciall good of scent began aloud to call. This latter was a hounde of Crete, the other was of Spart. Then all the kenell fell in round, and everie for his part, Dyd follow freshly in the chase more swifter than the winde, Spy, Eateal, Scalecliffe, three good houndes comne all of Arcas kinde, Strong Bilbucke, currish Savage, 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 sheepe and neate to fielde afore. And Laund, a fell and eger bitch that had a Wolfe to Syre: Another brach callde Greedigut with two hir Puppies by her. And Ladon gant as any Greewnd, a hownd in Sycion bred, Blab, Fleetewood, Patch whose flecked skin with sundrie spots was spred: Wight, Bowman, Royster, Beautie faire and white as winters snow, And Tawnie full of duskie haires that over 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 native 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: T'one of them callde Jollyboy, a great And large flewd hound: the tother Chorle who ever gnoorring went, And Kingwood with a shyrle loude mouth the which he freely spent, With divers mo whose names to tell it were but losse of tyme. This fellowes over 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. Even from his owne folke is he faine (alas) to flee away. He strayned oftentymes to speake, and was about to say: I am Acteon: know your Lorde and Mayster, sirs, I pray. But use of wordes and speach did want to utter 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 Kildeere in, And Hylbred fastned on his shoulder, bote him through the skinne. These cam 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 too. No part of him was free 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 kneeling sadly on his knees with dreerie teares in eye, As one by humbling of himselfe that mercy seemde to crave, With piteous looke in stead of handes his head about to wave. Not knowing that it was their Lord, the huntsmen cheere their houndsi 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 see the game. As often as they named him he sadly shooke his head, And faine he would have beene away thence in some other stead. But there he was. And well he could have found in heart to see His dogges fell deedes, so that to feele in place he had not bee. They hem him in on everie side, and in the shape of Stagge, With greedie teeth and griping pawes their Lord in peeces dragge. So fierce was cruell Phoebes wrath, it could not be alayde, Till of his fault by bitter death the raunsome he had payde. Much muttring was upon this fact. Some thought there was extended A great deale more extremitie than neded. Some commended Dianas doing: saying that it was but worthely For safegarde of hir womanhod. Eche partie did applie Good reasons to defende their case. Alone the wife ofJe, Of lyking or misliking it not all so greatly strove, As secretly rejoyst in heart that such a plague was light On Cadmus linage: turning all the malice and the spight Conceyved earst against the wench that Jove had fet fro Tyre, Upon the kinred of the wench, and for to fierce hir ire, Another thing cleane overthwart there commeth in the nicke: The Ladie Semell great with childe by Jove as then was quicke. Hereat she gan to fret and fume, and for to ease hir heart, Which else would burst, she fell in hande with scolding out hir part: And what a goodyeare have I woon by scolding erst? (she sed) It is that arrant queane hir selfe, against whose wicked hed I must assay to give assault: and if (as men me call) I be that Juno who in heaven beare greatest swing of all, If in my hande I worthie bee to holde the royall Mace, And if I be the Queene of heaven and soveraigne of this place, Or wife and sister unto Jove, (his sister well I know: But as for wife that name is vayne, I serve but for a show, To cover other privie skapes) I will confound that Whore. Now (with a mischiefe) is she bagd and beareth out before Hir open shame to all the world, and shortly hopes to bee The mother of a sonne by Jove, the which hath hapt to mee Not passing once in all my time, so sore she doth presume Upon hir beautie. But I trowe hir hope shall soone consume. For never let me counted be for Saturns daughter more, If by hir owne deare darling Jove on whome she trustes so sore, I sende hir not to Styxes streame. This ended up she rose And covered in golden cloud to Semelles house she goes. And ere she sent away the cloud, she takes an olde wyves shape With hoarie haire and riveled skinne, with slow and crooked gate. As though she had the Palsey had, hir feeble limmes did shake, And eke she foltred in the mouth as often as she spake. She seemde olde Beldame Beroe of Epidaure to bee, This Ladie Semelles Nourse as right as though it had beene shee. So when that after mickle talke of purpose ministred Joves name was upned: by and by she gave a sigh and sed: I wish with all my heart that Jove bee cause to thee of this. But daughter deare I dreade the worst, I feare it be amisse. For manie Varlets under name of Gods to serve their lust, Have into undefiled beddes themselves full often thrust; And though it bene the mightie Jove yet doth not that suffise, Onlesse he also make the same apparant to our eyes. And if it be even verie hee, I say it doth behove, He prove it by some open signe and token of his love. And therefore pray him for to graunt that, looke, in what degree, What order, fashion, sort and state he use to companie With mightie Juno, in the same in everie poynt and cace, To all intents and purposes he thee likewise embrace, And that he also bring with him his bright threeforked Mace. With such instructions Juno had enformed Cadmus Neece: And she poore sielie simple soule immediately on this Requested Jove to graunt a boone the which she did not name. Aske what thou wilt sweete heart (quoth he) thou shalt not misse the same, And for to make thee sure hereof, the grisely Stygian Lake, Which is the feare and God of Gods beare witnesse for thy sake. She joying in hir owne mischaunce, not having any powre To rule hir selfe, but making speede to hast hir fatall howre, In which she through hir Lovers helpe should worke hir owne decay, Sayd: Such as Juno findeth you when you and she doe play The games of Venus, such I pray thee shew thy selfe to mee In everie case. The God would faine have stopt hir mouth. But shee Had made such hast that out it was. Which made him sigh full sore, For neyther she could then unwish the thing she wisht before, Nor he revoke his solemne oth. Wherefore with sorie heart And heavie countnance by and by to Heaven he doth depart, And makes to follow after him with looke full grim and stoure The flakie clouds all grisly blacke, as when they threat a shoure. To which he added mixt with winde a fierce and flashing flame, With drie and dreadfull thunderclaps and lightning to the same Of deadly unavoyded dynt. And yet as much as may He goes about his vehement force and fiercenesse to allay. He doth not arme him with the fire with which he did remove The Giant with the hundreth handes, Typhoeus, from above: It was too cruell and too sore to use against his Love. The Cyclops made an other kinde of lightning farre more light, Wherein they put much lesse of fire, lesse fierceness, lesser might. It hight in Heaven the seconde Mace. Jove armes himselfe with this And enters into Cadmus house where Semelles chamber is. She being mortall was too weake and feeble to withstande Such troublous tumultes of the Heavens: and therefore out of hande Was burned in hir Lovers armes. But yet he tooke away His infant from the mothers wombe unperfect as it lay, And (if a man may credit it) did in his thigh it sowe, Where byding out the mothers tyme it did to ripenesse growe. And when the time of birth was come his Aunt the Ladie Ine Did nourse him for a while by stealth and kept him trym and fine. The Nymphes of Nysa afterwarde did in their bowres him hide, And brought him up with Milke till tyme he might abrode be spyde. Now while these things were done on earth, and that by fatal doome The twice borne Bacchus had a tyme to mannes estate to come, They say that Jove disposde to myrth as he and Juno sate A drinking Nectar after meate in sport and pleasant rate, Did fall a jeasting with his wife, and saide: A greater pleasure In Venus games ye women have than men beyonde all measure. She answerde no. To trie the truth, they both of them agree The wise Tyresias in this case indifferent Judge to bee, Who both the man and womans joyes by tryall understood. For finding once two mightie Snakes engendring in a Wood, He strake them overthwart the backs, by meanes whereof beholde (As straunge a thing to be of truth as ever yet was tolde) He being made a woman straight, seven winter lived so. The eight he finding them againe did say unto them tho: And if to strike ye have such powre as for to turne their shape That are the givers 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 judge this jesting strife, Gave sentence on the side of Jove. The which the Queene his wife Did take a great deale more to heart than needed, and in spight To wreake hir teene upon hir Judge, bereft him of his sight. But Jove (for to the Gods it is unleefull to undoe The things which other of the Gods by any meanes have doe) Did give him sight in things to come for losse of sight of eye, And so his grievous punishment with honour did supplie. By meanes whereof within a while in Citie, fielde, and towne Through all the coast of Aony was bruited his renowne. And folke to have their fortunes read that dayly did resorte Were aunswerde so as none of them could give 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 justly love have wonne. -Narcissus did she call his name. Of whome the Prophet sage, -Demaunded if the childe should live to many yeares of age, Made aunswere: Yea full long, so that him selfe he doe not know. The Soothsayers wordes seemde long but vaine, untill the end did show His saying to be true in deede by straungenesse of the rage, And straungenesse of the kinde of death that did abridge his age. For when yeares three times five and one he fully lyved had, So that he seemde to stande beetwene the state of man and Lad, The hearts of dyvers trim yong men his beautie gan to move And many a Ladie fresh and faire was taken in his love. 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 needes must walke, Nor of hir selfe hath powre to ginne to speake to any wight, Espyde him dryving 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 Junos wrath. For when that with the feate She might have often taken Jove in daliance with his Dames, And that by stealth and unbewares in middes of all his games, This elfe would with hir tatling talke deteine hir by the way, Untill that Jove had wrought his will and they were fled away. The which when Juno did perceyve, she said with wrathfull mood: This tongue that hath deluded me shall doe thee little good, For of thy speach but simple use hereafter shalt thou have. The deede it selfe did straight confirme the threatnings that she gave. Yet Echo of the former talke doth double oft the ende And backe againe with just report the wordes earst spoken sende. Now when she sawe Narcissus stray about the Forrest wyde, She waxed warme and step for step fast after him she hyde. The more she followed after him and neerer that she came, The hoter ever did she waxe as neerer to hir flame. Lyke as the lively 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 have let) Entreated him with gentle wordes some favour for to get? But nature would not suffer hir nor give hir leave to ginne. Yet (so farre forth as she by graunt at natures hande could winne) As readie with attentive 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 seeing 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 seemde to passe, Said: Let us joyne. She (by hir will desirous to have said In fayth with none more willingly at any time or stead) Said: Let us joyne. And standing somewhat in hir owne conceit, Upon these wordes she left the Wood, and forth she yeedeth streit, To coll the lovely 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 leaves and buddes. And ever sence she lyves alone in dennes and hollow Caves, Yet stacke hir love still to hir heart, through which she dayly raves 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 never shewe hir head in field nor yet on hill. Yet is she heard of every man: it is hir onely sound, And nothing else that doth remayne alive above the ground. Thus had he mockt this wretched Nymph and many mo beside, That in the waters, Woods and groves, or Mountaynes did abyde. Thus had he mocked many men. Of which one miscontent To see himselfe deluded so, his handes to Heaven up bent, And sayd: I pray to God he may once feele fierce Cupids fire As I doe now, and yet not joy the things he doth desire. The Goddesse Ramnuse (who doth wreake on wicked people take) Assented to his just request for ruth and pities sake. There was a spring withouten mudde as silver cleare and still, Which neyther sheepeheirds, nor the Goates that fed upon the hill, Nor other cattell troubled had, nor savage beast had styrd, Nor braunch nor sticke, nor leafe of tree, nor any soule nor byrd. The moysture fed and kept aye fresh the grasse that grew about, And with their leaves the trees did keepe 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 upon 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 fervent love embrace. He feedes a hope without cause why. For like a foolishe noddie He thinkes the shadow that he sees, to be a lively boddie. Astraughted like an ymage made of Marble stone he lyes, There gazing on his shadowe still with fixed staring eyes. Stretcht all along upon the ground, it doth him good to see His ardant eyes which like two starres full bright and shyning bee, And eke his fingars, fingars such as Bacchus might beseeme, And haire that one might worthely Apollos haire it deeme, His beardlesse chinne and yvorie 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 heede, And where he lykes another thing, he lykes himselfe in deede. He is the partie whome he wooes, and suter 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 have 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 love thereof. The verie selfsame 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 seekest is not there. And if aside thou go, The thing thou lovest straight is gone. It is none other matter That thou doest see, than of thy selfe the shadow in the water. The thing is nothing of it selfe: with thee 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 leaning on his brest, With greedie eyes he gazeth still uppon the falced face, And through his sight is wrought his bane. Yet for a little space He turnes and settes himselfe upright, and holding up his hands With piteous voyce unto the wood that round about him stands, Cryes out and ses: Alas ye Woods, and was there ever any That loovde so cruelly as I? you know: for unto many A place of harbrough have you beene, and fort of refuge strong. Can you remember any one in all your tyme so long That hath so pinde away as I? I see and am full faine, Howbeit that I like and see I can not yet attaine: So great a blindnesse in my heart through doting love doth raigne. And for to spight me more withall, it is no journey farre, No drenching Sea, no Mountaine hie, no wall, no locke, no barre, It is but even a little droppe that keepes us two asunder. He would be had. For looke how oft I kisse the water under, So oft againe with upwarde mouth he riseth towarde mee. A man would thinke to touch at least I should yet able bee. It is a trifle in respect that lettes us of our love. What wight soever that thou art come hither up above. O pierlesse piece, why dost thou mee thy lover 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 have me to their Feeres, The Nymphes themselves have sude ere this. And yet (as should appeere) Thou dost pretende some kinde of hope of friendship by thy cheere. For when I stretch mine armes to thee, thou stretchest thine likewise. And if I smile thou smilest too: and when that from mine eyes The teares doe drop, I well perceyve the water stands in thine. Like gesture also dost thou make to everie becke of mine. And as by moving of thy sweete and lovely lippes I weene, Thou speakest words although mine eares conceive not what they beene, It is my selfe I well perceyve, it is mine Image sure, That in this sort deluding me, this furie doth procure. I am inamored 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 woo? whome shall I woo therefore? The thing I seeke is in my selfe, my plentie makes me poore. I would to God I for a while might from my bodie part. This wish is straunge to heare, a Lover wrapped all in smart To wish away the thing the which he loveth as his heart. My sorrowe takes away my strength. I have not long to live, But in the floure of youth must die. To die it doth not grieve. For that by death shall come the ende of all my griefe and paine I would this yongling whome I love might lenger life obtaine: For in one soule shall now decay we stedfast Lovers twaine. This saide in rage he turnes againe unto 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 thee heartely, aloud he gan to crie. Forsake me not so cruelly that loveth thee so deere, But give me leave a little while my dazled eyes to cheere With sight of that which for to touch is utterly denide, Thereby to feede my wretched rage and furie 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 sheere, Lyke Apples which doe partly white and striped red appeere, Or as the clusters ere the grapes to ripenesse fully come: An Orient purple here and there beginnes to grow on some. Which things as soon 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: Even so by piecemale being spent and wasted through desire, Did he consume and melt away with Cupids secret fire. His lively hue of white and red, his cheerefulnesse 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 loved so. Who when she sawe his state, Although in heart she angrie were, and mindefull of his pride, Yet ruing his unhappie case, as often as he cride Alas, she cride, Alas likewise with shirle redoubled sound. And when he beate his breast, or strake his feete 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 sweete boy belovde in vaine, farewell. And by and by With sighing sound the selfesame wordes the Echo did reply. With that he layde his wearie head against the grassie place And death did doze his gazing eyes that woondred at the grace And beautie which did late adorne their Masters heavenly face. And afterward when into Hell receyved was his spright He goes me to the Well of Styx, and there both day and night Standes tooting on his shadow still as fondely as before. The water Nymphes, his sisters, wept and wayled for him sore And on his bodie strowde their haire clipt off and shorne therefore. The Wood nymphes also did lament. And Echo did rebound To every sorrowfull noyse of theirs with like lamenting sound. The fire was made to burne the corse, and waxen Tapers light. A Herce to lay the bodie on with solemne pompe was dight. But as for bodie none remaind: in stead thereof they found A yellow floure with milke white leaves new sprong upon the ground. This matter all Achaia through did spreade the Prophets fame: That every where of just desert renowned was his name. But Penthey, olde Echions sonne (who proudely did disdaine Both God and man) did laughe to scorne the Prophets words as vaine, Upbrading him most spitefully with loosing of his sight, And with the fact for which he lost fruition of this light. The good olde father (for these wordes his pacience much did move) Saide: how happie shouldest thou be and blessed from above, If thou wert blinde as well as I, so that thou might not see The sacred rytes of Bacchus band. For sure the time will bee, And that full shortely (as I gesse) that hither shall resort Another Bacchus, Semelles sonne, whome if thou not support With pompe and honour like a God, thy carcasse shall be tattred, And in a thousand places eke about the Woods be scattred. And for to reade thee what they are that shall perfourme the deede, It is thy mother and thine Auntes that thus shall make thee bleede. I know it shall so come to passe, for why thou shalt disdaine, To honour Bacchus as a God: and then thou shalt with paine Feele how that blinded as I am I sawe for thee too much. As olde Tiresias did pronounce these wordes and other such, Echions sonne did trouble him. His wordes prove true in deede, For as the Prophet did forespeake so fell it out with speede. Anon this newefound Bacchus commes: the woods and fieldes rebound With noyse of shouts and howling out, and such confused sound. The folke runne flocking out by heapes, men, Mayds and wives togither The noble men and rascall sorte ran gadding also thither, The Orgies of this unknowne God full fondely to performe, The which when Penthey did perceyve, he gan to rage and storme. And sayde unto them: O ye ympes of Mars his snake by kinde What ayleth you? what fiend of hell doth thus enrage your minde? Hath tinking sound of pottes and pannes, hath noyse of crooked home, Have fonde illusions such a force that them whome heretoforne No arming sworde, no bloudie trumpe, no men in battail ray Could cause to shrinke, no sheepish shriekes of simple women fray, And dronken woodnesse wrought by wine and roughts of filthie freakes And sound of toying timpanes dauntes, and quite their courage breakes? Shall I at you, yee auncient men which from the towne of Tyre To bring your housholde Gods by Sea, in safetie did aspyre, And setled*hem within this place the which ye nowe doe yeelde In bondage quite without all force and fighting in the fielde, Or woonder at you yonger sorte approching unto mee More neare in courage and in yeares? whome meete it were to see With speare and not with thirse in hande, with glittring helme on hed, And not with leaves. Now call to minde of whome ye all are bred, And take the stomackes of that Snake, which being one alone, Right stoutly in his owne defence confounded many one. He for his harbrough and his spring his lyfe did nobly spend. Doe you no more but take a heart your Countrie to defende. He put to death right valeant knightes. Your battaile is with such As are but Meicocks in effect: and yet ye doe so much In conquering them, that by the deede the olde renowne ye save, Which from your fathers by discent this present time ye have. If fatall destnies doe forbid that Thebae long shall stande, Would God that men with Canon shot might raze it out of hande. Would God the noyse of fire and sworde did in our hearing sound. For then in this our wretchednesse there could no fault be found. Then might we justly waile our case that all the world might see We should not neede of sheading teares ashamed for to bee. But now our towne is taken by a naked beardelesse boy, Who doth not in the feates of armes nor horse nor armour joy, But for to moyste his haire with Mirrhe, and put on garlands gay, And in soft Purple silke and golde his bodie to aray. But put to you your helping hand and straight without delay I will compell him poynt by poynt his lewdnesse to bewray, Both in usurping Joves high name in making him his sonne And forging of these Ceremonies lately now begonne. Hath King Atrisius heart inough this fondling for to hate That makes himselfe to be a God? and for to shut the gate Of Argus at his comming there? and shall this rover make King Penthey and the noble towne of Thebae thus to quake? Go quickly sirs (these wordes he spake unto his servaunts) go And bring the Captaine hither bound with speede. Why stay ye so? His Grandsire Cadmus, Athamas and others of his kinne Reproved him by gentle meanes but nothing could they winne: The more intreatance that they made the fiercer was he still: The more his friendes did go about to breake him of his will, The more they did provoke his wrath, and set his rage on fire: They made him worse in that they sought to bridle his desire. So have I seene a brooke ere this, where nothing let the streame, Runne smooth with little noyse or none, but where as any beame Or cragged stones did let his course, and make him for to stay: It went more fiercely from the stoppe with fomie wroth away. Beholde all bloudie come his men, and straight he them demaunded Where Bacchus was, and why they had not done as he commaunded. Sir (aunswerde they) we saw him not, but this same fellow heere A chiefe companion in his traine and worker in this geere, Wee tooke by force: and therewithall presented to their Lord A certaine man of Tirrhene lande, his handes fast bound with cord, Whome they, frequenting Bacchus rites had found but late before. A grim and cruell looke which yre did make to seeme more sore, Did Penthey cast upon the man. And though he scarcely stayd From putting him to tormentes strait, O wretched man (he sayde) Who by thy worthie death shalt be a sample unto other, Declare to me the names of thee, thy father and thy mother, And in what Countrie thou wert borne, and what hath caused thee, Of these straunge rites and sacrifice, a follower for to bee. He voyd of feare made aunswere thus: Acetis is my name: Of Parentes but of lowe degree in Lidy land I came. No ground for painfull Oxe to till, no sheepe 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 upon his Reede he tooke. His handes did serve in steade of landes, his substance was his craft. Nowe have 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 use of aire, Save 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 Jove. And also I did note The Pleiads 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 Havens as are meete to harbrough vessels in: With everie starre and heavenly 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 seeing day to fayle, Tooke harbrough there and went alande. As soone as that the night Was spent, and morning gan to peere 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 see what weather we were lyke to have ere setting out. Which done, I cald my watermen and all my Mates togither, And willde them all to go aboord 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 alate, He dragd a boy upon his hande that for his beautie sheene A mayden rather than a boy appeared for to beene. This childe, as one forelade with wine, and dreint with drousie sleepe Did reele, as though he scarcely coulde himselfe from falling keepe. I markt his countnance, weede and pace, no inckling could I see, By which I might conjecture him a mortall wight to bee. I thought, and to my fellowes sayd: What God I can not tell But in this bodie that we see some Godhead sure doth dwell. What God so ever that thou art, thy favour to us showe, And in our labours us assist, and pardone these also. Pray for thy selfe and not for us (quoth Dictys by and by). A nimbler fellow for to climbe upon the Mast on hie And by the Cable downe to slide, there was not in our keele. Swart Melanth patrone of the shippe did like his saying weele. So also did Alcimedon: and so did Libys too, And blacke Epopeus eke whose charge it did belong unto To see the Rowers at their tymes their dueties duely do. And so did all the rest of them: so sore mennes eyes were blinded Where covetousenesse of filthie gaine is more than reason minded. Well sirs (quoth I) but by your leave ye shall not have it so, I will not suffer sacriledge within this shippe to go. For I have here the most to doe. And with that worde I stept Uppon the Hatches, all the rest from entrance to have kept. The rankest Ruffian of the rout that Lycab had to name, (Who for a murder being late driven out of Tuscane came To me for succor) waxed woode, and with his sturdie fist Did give me such a churlish blow bycause I did resist, That over boord he had me sent, but that with much ado I caught the tackling in my hand and helde me fast thereto: The wicked Varlets had a sport to see me handled so. Then Bacchus (for it Bacchus was) as though he had but tho Bene waked with their noyse from sleepe, and that his drousie braine Discharged of the wine, begon to gather sence againe, Said: What adoe? what noyse is this? how came I here I pray? Sirs 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 alande, and we will set thee there. To Naxus ward (quoth Bacchus tho) set ship upon the fome. There would I have yow harbrough take, for Naxus is my home. Like perjurde Caitifs by the Sea and all the Gods thereof, They falsly sware it should be so, and therewithall in scoffe They bade me hoyse up 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 every 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 reviling me, and all the rout gan grudge: Of which Ethalion said in scorne: By like in you Sir snudge Consistes the savegard of us all. And wyth that word he takes My roume, and leaving 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 upon the Sea: and then as though he seemde to weepe, Sayd: Sirs, to bring me on this coast ye doe not promise keepe. I see that this is not the land the which I did request. For what occasion in this sort deserve I to be drest? What commendation can you win, or praise thereby receyve, If men a Lad, if many one ye compasse to deceyve? I wept and sobbed all this while, the wicked villaines laught, And rowed forth with might and maine, as though they had bene straught. Now even by him (for sure than he in all the worlde so wide There is no God more neare at hand at every time and tide) I sweare unto you that the things the which I shall declare, Like as they seeme incredible, even 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 remove, no Art nor labor fayles. But Ivie troubled so their Ores that forth they could not row: And both with Beries and with leaves their sailes did overgrow. And he himselfe with clustred grapes about his temples round, Did shake a Javeling in his hand that round about was bound With leaves of Vines: and at his feete there seemed 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, But every person leapeth up and from his labor drawes. And there one Medon first of all began to waxen blacke, And having lost his former shape did take a courbed backe. What Monster shall we have of thee (quoth Licab) and with that This Licabs chappes did waxen wide, his nosetrils waxed flat, His skin waxt tough, and scales thereon began anon to grow. And Libis as he went about the Ores away to throw, Perceived how his hands did shrinke and were become so short, That now for finnes and not for hands he might them well report. Another as he would have claspt his arme about the corde: Had nere an arme, and so bemaimd in bodie, over boord He leapeth downe among the waves, and forked is his tayle As are the homes of Phebes face when halfe hir light doth fayle. They leape about and sprinkle up much water on the ship, One while they swim above, and downe againe anon they slip. They fetch their friskes as in a daunce, and wantonly they writhe Now here now there among the waves their bodies bane and lithe. And with their wide and hollow nose the water in they snuffe, And by their noses out againe as fast they doe it puffe. Of twentie persons (for our ship so many men did beare) I only did remaine nigh straught and trembling still for feare. The God could scarce recomfort me, and yet he said: Go too, Feare not but saile to Dia ward. His will I gladly doe. And so as soone as I came there with right devout intent, His Chaplaine I became. And thus his Orgies I frequent. Thou makste a processe verie long (quoth Penthey) to th'intent That (choler being coolde by time) mine anger might relent. But Sirs (he spake it to his men) go take him by and by, With cruell torments out of hand goe cause him for to die. Immediately they led away Acetes out of sight, And put him into prison strong from which there was no flight. But while the cruell instruments of death as sword and fire Were in preparing wherewithall t'accomplish Pentheys yre, It is reported that the doores did of their owne accorde Burst open and his chaines fall off. And yet this cruell Lorde Persisteth fiercer than before, not bidding others go But goes himselfe unto the hill Cytheron, which as tho To Bacchus being consecrate did ring of chaunted songs, And other loud confused sounds of Bacchus drunken throngs. And even as when the bloudie Trumpe doth to the battell sound, The lustie horse streight neying out bestirres him on the ground, And taketh courage thereupon t'assaile his emnie proud: Even so when Penthey heard afarre the noyse and howling loud That Bacchus franticke folke did make, it set his heart on fire, And kindled fiercer than before the sparks of settled ire. There is a goodly plaine about the middle of the hill, Environd in with Woods, where men may view eche way at will. Here looking on these holie rites with lewde prophaned eyes King Pentheys mother first of all hir foresaid sonne espies, And like a Bedlem first of all she doth upon him runne, And with hir Javeling furiously she first doth wound hir sonne. Come hither sisters come, she cries, here is that mighty Bore, Here is the Bore that stroyes our fieldes, him will I strike therefore. With that they fall upon him all as though they had bene mad, And clustring all upon a heape fast after him they gad. He quakes and shakes: his words are now become more meeke and colde: He now condemnes his owne default, and sayes he was too bolde. And wounded as he was he cries: Helpe, Aunt Autonoe, Now for Acteons blessed soule some mercie show to me. She wist not who Acteon was, but rent without delay His right hand off: and Ino tare his tother hand away. To lift unto his mother tho the wretch had nere an arme: But shewing hir his maimed corse, and woundes yet bleeding warme, O mother see, he sayes: with that Agaue howleth out: And writhed with hir necke awrie, and shooke hir haire about. And holding from his bodie tome his head in bloudie hands, She cries: fellowes in this deede our noble conquest stands. No sooner could the winde have blowen the rotten leaves from trees, When Winters frost hath bitten them, then did the hands of these Most wicked women Pentheys limmes from one another teare. The Thebanes being now by this example brought in feare, Frequent this newfound sacrifice, and with sweete frankinsence God Bacchus Altars lode with gifts in every place doe cense. Yet would not stout Alcithoe, Duke Mineus daughter, bow The Orgies of this newfound God in conscience to allow But still she stiffly doth denie that Bacchus is the sonne Of Jove: and in this heresie hir sisters with hir runne. The Priest had bidden holiday, and that as well the Maide As Mistresse (for the time aside all other businesse layde) In Buckskin cotes, with tresses loose, and garlondes on their heare, Should in their hands the leavie speares (surnamed Thyrsis) beare, Foretelling them that if they did the Goddes commaundement breake, He would with sore and grievous plagues his wrath upon them wreake. The women straight both yong and olde doe thereunto obay. Their yarne, their baskets, and their flax unsponne aside they lay, And burne to Bacchus frankinsence. Whome solemly they call By all the names and titles high that may to him befall: As Bromius, and Lyeus eke, begotten of the flame, Twice borne, the sole and only childe that of two mothers came, Unshorne Thyoney, Niseus, Leneus, and the setter Of Wines, whose pleasant liquor makes all tables fare the better, Nyctileus and th'Elelean Sire, Iacchus, Evan eke, With divers other glorious names that through the land of Greke To thee O Liber wonted are to attributed bee. Thy youthfull yeares can never wast: there dwelleth ay in thee A childhod tender, fresh and faire: in Heaven we doe thee see Surmounting every other thing in beautie and in grace And when thou standste without thy homes thou hast a Maidens face. To thee obeyeth all the East as far as Ganges goes, Which doth the scorched land of Inde with tawnie folke enclose. Lycurgus with his twibill sharpe, and Penthey who of pride Thy Godhead and thy mightie power rebelliously denide, Thou right redowted didst confounde: thou into Sea didst send The Tyrrhene shipmen. Thou with bittes the sturdy neckes doste bend Of spotted Lynxes: throngs of Frowes and Satyres on thee tend, And that olde Hag that with a staffe his staggering limmes doth stay Scarce able on his Asse to sit for reeling every way. Thou commest not in any place but that is hearde the noyse Of gagling womens tatling tongues and showting out of boyes, With sound of Timbrels, Tabors, Pipes, and Brazen pannes and pots Confusedly among the rout that in thine Orgies trots. The Thebane women for thy grace and favour humbly sue, And (as the Priest did bid) frequent thy rites with reverence due. Alonly Mineus daughters bent of wilfulnesse, with working Quite out of time to breake the feast, are in their houses lurking: And there doe fall to spinning yarne, or weaving in the frame, And kepe their maidens to their worke. Of which one pleasant dame As she with nimble hand did draw hir slender threede and fine, Said: Whyle that others idelly doe serve the God of wine, Let us that serve a better Sainct Minerva, finde some talke To ease our labor while our handes about our profite walke. And for to make the time seeme shorte, let eche of us recite, (As every bodies turne shall come) some tale that may delight. Hir saying likte the rest so well that all consent therein, And thereupon they pray that first the eldest would begin. She had such store and choyce of tales she wist not which to tell. She doubted if she might declare the fortune that befell To Dircetes of Babilon whome now with scaly hide In altred shape the Philistine beleveth to abide In watrie Pooles: or rather how hir daughter taking wings In shape of Dove on toppes of towres in age now sadly sings: Or how a certaine water Nymph by witchcraft and by charmes Converted into fishes dumbe of yongmen many swarmes, Untill that of the selfesame sauce hir selfe did tast at last: Or how the tree that usde to beare fruite white in ages past, Doth now beare fruite in manner blacke, by sprincling up of blood. This tale (bicause it was not stale nor common) seemed good To hir to tell: and thereupon she in this wise begun, Hir busie hand still drawing out the flaxen threede she spun: Within the towne (of whose huge walles so monstrous high and thicke The fame is given Semyramis for making them of bricke) Dwelt hard together two yong folke in houses joynde so nere That under all one roofe well nie both twaine conveyed were. The name of him was Pyramus, and Thisbe calde was she. So faire a man in all the East was none alive as he, Nor nere a woman, maide nor wife in beautie like to hir. This neighbrod bred acquaintance first, this neyghbrod first did stirre The secret sparkes, this neighbrod first an entrance in did showe, For love to come to that to which it afterward did growe. And if that right had taken place they had bene man and wife, But still their Parents went about to let which (for their life) They could not let. For both their heartes with equall flame did burne. No man was privie to their thoughts. And for to serve their turne In steade of talke they used signes. The closelier they supprest - The fire of love, the fiercer still it raged in their brest. The wall that parted house from house had riven therein a crany Which shronke at making of the wall. This fault not markt of any Of many hundred yeares before (what doth not love espie) These lovers first of all found out, and made a way whereby To talke togither secretly, and through the same did goe Their loving whisprings verie light and safely to and fro. Now as at one side Pyramus and Thisbe on the tother Stoode often drawing one of them the pleasant breath from other: O thou envious wall (they sayd) why letst thou lovers thus? What matter were it if that thou permitted both of us In armes eche other to embrace? Or if thou thinke that this Were overmuch, yet mightest thou at least make roume to kisse. And yet thou shalt not finde us churles: we thinke our selves in det For this same piece of courtesie, in vouching safe to let Our sayings to our friendly eares thus freely come and goe. Thus having where they stoode in vaine complayned of their woe, When night drew nere, they bade adew and eche gave kisses sweete Unto the parget on their side, the which did never meete. Next morning with hir cherefull light had driven the starres aside And Phebus with his burning beames the dewie grasse had dride. These lovers at their wonted place by foreappointment met. Where after much complaint and mone they covenanted to get Away from such as watched them and in the Evening late To steale out of their fathers house and eke the Citie gate. And to th'intent that in the fieldes they strayde not up and downe They did agree at Ninus Tumb to meete without the towne, And tarie underneath a tree that by the same did grow Which was a faire high Mulberie with fruite as white as snow, Hard by a coole and trickling spring. This bargaine pleasde them both And so daylight (which to their thought away but slowly goth) Did in the Ocean fall to rest, and night from thence doth rise. As soone as darkenesse once was come, straight Thisbe did devise A shift to wind hir out of doores, that none that were within Perceyved hir: and muffling hir with clothes about hir chin, That no man might discerne hir face, to Ninus Tumb she came Unto the tree, and sat hir downe there underneath the same. Love made hir bold. But see the chaunce, there comes besmerde with blood About the chappes a Lionesse all foming from the wood From slaughter lately made of kine to staunch hir bloudie thurst With water of the foresaid spring. Whome Thisbe spying furst, Afarre by moonelight, thereupon with fearfull steppes gan flie, And in a darke and yrkesome cave did hide hirselfe thereby. And as she fled away for hast she let hir mantle fall The whych for feare she left behind not looking backe at all. Now when the cruell Lionesse hir thurst had stanched well, In going to the Wood she found the slender weede that fell From Thisbe, which with bloudie teeth in pieces she did teare. The night was somewhat further spent ere Pyramus came there Who seeing in the suttle sande the print of Lions paw, Waxt pale for feare. But when also the bloudie cloke he saw All rent and tome: One night (he sayd) shall lovers two confounde, Of which long life deserved she of all that live on ground. My soule deserves of this mischaunce the perill for to beare. I, wretch, have bene the death of thee, which to this place of feare Did cause thee in the night to come, and came not here before. My wicked limmes and wretched guttes with cruell teeth therfore Devour ye, O ye Lions all that in this rocke doe dwell. But Cowardes use to wish for death. The slender weede that fell From Thisbe up he takes, and streight doth beare it to the tree, Which was appointed erst the place of meeting for to bee. And when he had bewept and kist the garment which he knew, Receyve thou my bloud too (quoth he) and therewithall he drew His sworde, the which among his guttes he thrust, and by and by Did draw it from the bleeding wound beginning for to die, And cast himselfe upon his backe, the bloud did spin on hie As when a Conduite pipe is crackt, the water bursting out Doth shote it selfe a great way off and pierce the Ayre about. The leaves that were upon the tree besprincled with his blood Were died blacke. The roote also bestained as it stoode, A deepe darke purple colour straight upon the Berries cast. Anon scarce ridded of hir feare with which she was agast, For doubt of disapointing him commes Thisbe forth in hast, And for hir lover lookes about, rejoycing for to tell How hardly she had scapt that night the daunger that befell. And as she knew right well the place and facion of the tree (As whych she saw so late before): even so when she did see The colour of the Berries turnde, she was uncertaine whither It were the tree at which they both agreed to meete togither. While in this doubtfull stounde she stoode, she cast hir eye aside And there beweltred in his bloud hir lover she espide Lie sprawling with his dying limmes: at which she started backe, And looked pale as any Box, a shuddring through hir stracke, Even like the Sea which sodenly with whissing noyse doth move, When with a little blast of winde it is but toucht above. But when approching nearer him she knew it was hir love, She beate hir brest, she shricked out, she tare hir golden heares, And taking him betweene hir armes did wash his wounds with teares, She meynt hir weeping with his bloud, and kissing all his face (Which now became as colde as yse) she cride in wofull case: Alas what chaunce, my Pyramus, hath parted thee and mee? Make aunswere O my Pyramus: it is thy Thisb', even shee Whome thou doste love most heartely, that speaketh unto thee. Give eare and rayse thy heavie heade. He hearing Thisbes name, Lift up his dying eyes and having seene hir closde the same. But when she knew hir mantle there and saw his scabberd lie Without the swoorde: Unhappy man thy love hath made thee die: Thy love (she said) hath made thee sley thy selfe. This hand of mine Is strong inough to doe the like. My love no lesse than thine Shall give me force to worke my wound. I will pursue the dead. And wretched woman as I am, it shall of me be sed That like as of thy death I was the only cause and blame, So am I thy companion eke and partner in the same, For death which only coulde alas asunder part us twaine, Shall never so dissever us but we will meete againe. And you the Parentes of us both, most wretched folke alyve, Let this request that I shall make in both our names bylive Entreate you to permit that we whome chaste and stedfast love And whome even death hath joynde in one, may as it doth behove In one grave be together layd. And thou unhappie tree Which shroudest now the corse of one, and shalt anon through mee Shroude two, of this same slaughter holde the sicker signes for ay, Blacke be the colour of thy fruite and mourning like alway, Such as the murder of us twaine may evermore bewray. This said, she tooke the sword yet warme with slaughter of hir love And setting it beneath hir brest, did to hir heart it shove. Hir prayer with the Gods and with their Parentes tooke effect. For when the frute is throughly ripe, the Berrie is bespect With colour tending to a blacke. And that which after fire Remained, rested in one Tumbe as Thisbe did desire. This tale thus tolde a little space of pawsing was betwist, And then began Leucothoe thus, hir sisters being whist: This Sunne that with his streaming light al worldly things doth cheare Was tane in love. Of Phebus loves now list and you shall heare. It is reported that this God did first of all espie, (For everie thing in Heaven and Earth is open to his eie) How Venus with the warlike Mars advoutrie did commit. It grieved him to see the fact and so discovered it, He shewed hir husband Junos sonne th'advoutrie and the place In which this privie scape was done. Who was in such a case That heart and hand and all did faile in working for a space. Anon he featly forgde a net of Wire so fine and slight, That neyther knot nor nooze therein apparant was to sight. This piece of worke was much more fine than any handwarpe oofe Or that whereby the Spider hanges in sliding from the roofe. And furthermore the suttlenesse and slight thereof was such, It followed every little pull and closde with every touch, And so he set it handsomly about the haunted couch. Now when that Venus and hir mate were met in bed togither Hir husband by his newfound snare before convayed thither Did snarle them both togither fast in middes of all theyr play And setting ope the Ivorie doores, callde all the Gods streight way To see them: they with shame inough fast lockt togither lay. A certaine God among the rest disposed for to sport Did wish that he himselfe also were shamed in that sort. The resdue laught and so in heaven there was no talke a while, But of this Pageant how the Smith the lovers did beguile. Dame Venus highly stomacking this great displeasure, thought To be revenged on the part by whome the spight was wrought. And like as he hir secret loves and meetings had bewrayd, So she with wound of raging love his guerdon to him payd. What now avayles (Hyperions sonne) thy forme and beautie bright? What now avayle thy glistring eyes with cleare and piercing sight? For thou that with thy gleames art wont all countries for to burne, Art burnt thy selfe with other gleames that serve not for thy turne. And thou that oughtst thy cherefull looke on all things for to shew Alonly on Leucothoe doste now the same bestow. Thou fastnest on that Maide alone the eyes that thou doste owe To all the worlde. Sometime more rathe thou risest in the East, Sometime againe thou makste it late before thou fall to reast. And for desire to looke on hir, thou often doste prolong Our winter nightes. And in thy light thou faylest eke among. The fancie of thy faultie minde infectes thy feeble sight, And so thou makste mens hearts afrayde by daunting of thy light, Thou looxte not pale bycause the globe of Phebe is betweene The Earth and thee: but love doth cause this colour to be seene. Thou lovest this Leucothoe so far above all other, That neyther now for Clymene, for Rhodos, nor the mother Of Circe, nor for Clytie (who at that present tyde Rejected from thy companie did for thy love abide Most grievous torments in hir heart) thou seemest for to care. Thou mindest hir so much that all the rest forgotten are. Hir mother was Eurynome of all the fragrant clime Of Arabie esteemde the flowre of beautie in hir time. But when hir daughter came to age the daughter past the mother As far in beautie, as before the mother past all other. Hir father was king Orchamus and rulde the publike weale Of Persey, counted by descent the seventh from auncient Bele. Far underneath the Westerne clyme of Hesperus doe runne The pastures of the firie steedes that draw the golden Sunne. There are they fed with Ambrosie in stead of grasse all night Which doth refresh their werie limmes and keepeth them in plight To beare their dailie labor out: now while the steedes there take Their heavenly foode and night by turne his timely course doth make, The God disguised in the shape of Queene Eurynome Doth prease within the chamber doore of faire Leucothoe His lover, whome amid twelve Maides he found by candlelight Yet spinning on hir little Rocke, and went me to hir right. And kissing hir as mothers use to kisse their daughters deare, Saide: Maydes, withdraw your selves a while and sit not listning here. I have a secret thing to talke. The Maides avoyde eche one, The God then being with his love in chamber all alone, Said: I am he that metes the yeare, that all things doe beholde, By whome the Earth doth all things see, the Eye of all the worlde. Trust me I am in love with thee. 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 overcome with sodaine feare to see 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: and stung with this displeasure That he another Leman had, for verie spight and yre She playes the blab, and doth defame Leucothoe to hir Syre. He cruell and unmercifull would no excuse accept, But holding up hir handes to heaven when tenderly she wept, And said it was the Sunne that did the deede against hir will: Yet like a savage beast full bent his daughter for to spill, He put hir deepe in delved ground, and on hir bodie laide A huge great heape of heavie 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 never chaunst since Phaetons fire a thing that grievde so sore The ruler of the winged steedes as this did. And therfore He did attempt if by the force and vertue of his ray He might againe to lively heate hir frozen limmes convay. 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 above the starrie skie thou shalt thy selfe advaunce. Anon the body in this heavenly liquor steeped well Did melt, and moisted all the earth with sweete 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 above the Tumbe to win. Although that Clytie might excuse hir sorrow by hir love And seeme that so to play the blab hir sorrow did hir move, Yet would the Author of the light resort to hir no more But did withholde the pleasant sportes of Venus usde before. The Nymph not able of hir selfe the franticke fume to stay, With restlesse care and pensivenesse did pine hir selfe away. Bareheaded on the bare cold ground with flaring haire unkempt She sate abrode both night and day: and clearly did exempt Hirselfe by space of thrise three dayes from sustnance and repast Save only dewe and save hir teares with which she brake hir fast. And in that while she never rose but stared on the Sunne And ever turnde hir face to his as he his corse did runne. Hir limmes stacke fast within the ground, and all hir upper part Did to a pale ashcolourd herbe cleane voyde of bloud convart. The floure whereof part red part white beshadowed with a blew Most like a Violet in the shape hir countnance overgrew. And now (though fastned with a roote) she turnes hir to the Sunne And keepes (in shape of herbe) the love 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 deede 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 Daphnyes love of Ida whom erewhile A jealouse Nymph (bicause he did with Lemans hir beguile) For anger turned to a stone (such furie love 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 sometime woman, sometime man, as liked best his minde. And Celmus also wyll I passe, who for bicause he cloong Most faithfully to Jupiter when Jupiter 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 love faire Smylax 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 overstrong 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 every wight. But few can tell the cause thereof, the which I will recite. The waternymphes did nurce a sonne of Mercuries in Ide 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. As soone 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 travell Countries, and to see straunge rivers with the state Of forren landes, all painfulnesse of travell did abate. He travelde through the lande of Lycie to Carie that doth bound Next unto Lycia. There he saw a Poole which to the ground Was Christall cleare. No fennie sedge, no barren reeke, no reede Nor rush with pricking poynt was there, nor other moorish weede. The water was so pure and shere a man might well have seene And numbred all the gravell stones that in the bottome beene. The utmost borders from the brim environd were with clowres Beclad with herbes ay fresh and greene 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 unknowne To swift Diana. As the bruit 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 never could they hir persuade to runne, to shoote or hunt, Or any other exercise as Phebes knightes are wont. Sometime hir faire welformed limbes she batheth in hir spring: Sometime she downe hir golden haire with Boxen combe doth bring. And at the water as a glasse she taketh counsell ay How every thing becommeth hir. Erewhile in fine aray On soft sweete hearbes or soft greene leaves hir selfe she nicely layes: Erewhile againe a gathering flowres from place to place she strayes. And (as it chaunst) the selfesame time she was a sorting gayes To make a Poisie, when she first the yongman did espie, And in beholding him desirde to have his companie. But though she thought she stoode on thornes untill she went to him: Yet went she not before she had bedect hir neat and trim, And pride and peerd upon hir clothes that nothing sat awrie, And framde hir countnance as might seeme most amrous to the eie. Which done she thus begon: O childe most worthie for to bee Estemde and taken for a God, if (as thou seemste to mee) Thou be a God, to Cupids name thy beautie doth agree. Or if thou be a mortall wight, right happie folke are they, By whome thou camste into this worlde, right happy is (I say) Thy mother and thy sister too (if any bee): good hap That woman had that was thy Nurce and gave thy mouth hir pap. But farre above all other, far more blist than these is shee Whome thou vouchsafest for thy wife and bedfellow for to bee. Now if thou have alredy one, let me by stelth obtaine That which shall pleasure both of us. Or if thou doe remaine A Maiden free from wedlocke bonde, let me then be thy spouse, And let us in the bridelie bed our selves togither rouse. This sed, the Nymph did hold hir peace, and therewithall the boy Waxt red: he wist not what love was: and sure it was a joy To see it how exceeding well his blushing him became. For in his face the colour fresh appeared like the same That is in Apples which doe hang upon the Sunnie side: Or Ivorie shadowed with a red: or such as is espide Of white and scarlet colours mixt appearing in the Moone When folke in vaine with sounding brasse would ease unto hir done. When at the last the Nymph desirde most instantly but this, As to his sister brotherly to give hir there a kisse, And therewithall was clasping him about the Ivorie necke: Leave off (quoth he) or I am gone and leave thee at a becke With all thy trickes. Then Salmacis began to be afraide, And, To your pleasure leave I free this place, my friend, she sayde. Wyth that she turnes hir backe as though she would have gone hir way: But evermore she looketh backe, and (closely as she may) She hides hir in a bushie queach, where kneeling on hir knee She alwayes hath hir eye on him. He as a childe and free, And thinking not that any wight had watched what he did Romes up and downe the pleasant Mede: and by and by amid The flattring waves he dippes his feete, no more but first the sole And to the ancles afterward both feete he plungeth whole. And for to make the matter short, he tooke so great delight In coolenesse of the pleasant spring, that streight he stripped quight His garments from his tender skin. When Salmacis behilde His naked beautie, such strong pangs so ardently hir hilde, That utterly she was astraught. And even as Phebus beames Against a myrrour pure and clere rebound with broken gleames: Even so hir eys did sparcle fire. Scarce could she tarience make: Scarce could she any time delay hir pleasure for to take: She wolde have run, and in hir armes embraced him streight way: She was so far beside hir selfe, that scarsly could she stay. He clapping with his hollow hands against his naked sides, Into the water lithe and baine with armes displayed glydes. And rowing with his hands and legges swimmes in the water cleare: Through which his bodie faire and white doth glistringly appeare, As if a man an Ivorie Image or a Lillie white Should overlay or close with glasse that were most pure and bright. The prize is won (cride Salmacis aloud) he is mine owne. And therewithall in all post hast she having lightly throwne Hir garments off, flew to the Poole and cast hir thereinto And caught him fast between hir armes, for ought that he could doe: Yea maugre all his wrestling and his struggling to and fro, She held him still, and kissed him a hundred times and mo. And willde he nillde he with hir handes she toucht his naked brest: And now on this side now on that (for all he did resist And strive to wrest him from hir gripes) she clung unto him fast: And wound about him like a Snake which snatched up in hast And being by the Prince of Birdes borne lightly up aloft, Doth writhe hir selfe about his necke and griping talants oft: And cast hir taile about his wings displayed in the winde: Or like as Ivie runnes on trees about the utter rinde: Or as the Crabfish having caught his enmy in the Seas, Doth claspe him in on every side with all his crooked cleas. But Atlas Nephew still persistes, and utterly denies The Nymph to have hir hoped sport: she urges him likewise. And pressing him with all hir weight, fast cleaving to him still, Strive, struggle, wrest and writhe (she said) thou froward boy thy fill: Doe what thou canst thou shalt not scape. Ye Goddes of Heaven agree That this same wilfull boy and I may never parted bee. The Gods were pliant to hir boone. The bodies of them twaine Were mixt and joyned both in one. To both them did remaine One countnance: like as if a man should in one barke beholde Two twigges both growing into one and still togither holde. Even so when through hir hugging and hir grasping of the tother The members of them mingled were and fastned both togither, They were not any lenger two: but (as it were) a toy Of double shape. Ye could not say it was a perfect boy Nor perfect wench: it seemed both and none of both to beene. Now when Hermaphroditus saw how in the water sheene To which he entred in a man, his limmes were weakened so That out fro thence but halfe a man he was compelde to go, He lifteth up his hands and said (but not with manly reere): O noble father Mercurie, and Venus mother deere, This one petition graunt your son which both your names doth beare, That whoso commes within this Well may so be weakened there, That of a man but halfe a man he may fro thence retire. Both Parentes moved with the chaunce did stablish this desire The which their doubleshaped sonne had made: and thereupon Infected with an unknowne strength the sacred spring anon. Their tales did ende and Mineus daughters still their businesse plie In spight of Bacchus whose high feast they breake contemptuously. When on the sodaine (seeing nought) they heard about them round Of tubbish Timbrels perfectly a hoarse and jarring sound, With shraming shalmes and gingling belles, and furthermore they felt A cent of Saffron and of Myrrhe that verie hotly smelt. And (which a man would ill beleve) the web they had begun Immediatly waxt fresh and greene, the flaxe the which they spun Did flourish full of Ivie leaves. And part thereof did run Abrode in Vines. The threede it selfe in braunches forth did spring. Yong burgeons full of clustred grapes their Distaves forth did bring. And as the web they wrought was dide a deepe darke purple hew, Even so upon the painted grapes the selfesame colour grew. The day was spent, and now was come the time which neyther night Nor day, but even the bound of both a man may terme of right. The house at sodaine seemde to shake, and all about it shine With burning lampes, and glittering fires to flash before their eyen, And Likenesses of ougly beastes with gastfull noyses yeld. For feare whereof in smokie holes the sisters were compeld To hide their heades, one here and there another, for to shun The glistring light. And while they thus in corners blindly run, Upon their little pretie limmes a fine crispe filme there goes, And slender finnes in stead of handes their shortned armes enclose. But how they lost their former shape of certaintie to know The darknesse would not suffer them. No feathers on them grow, And yet with shere and velume wings they hover from the ground And when they goe about to speake they make but little sound, According as their bodies give, bewayling their despight By chirping shirlly to themselves. In houses they delight And not in woods: detesting day they flitter towards night: Wherethrough they of the Evening late in Latin take their name, And we in English language Backes or Reermice call the same. Then Bacchus name was reverenced through all the Theban coast, And Ino of hir Nephewes powre made every where great boast. Of Cadmus daughters she alone no sorowes tasted had, Save only that hir sisters haps perchaunce had made hir sad. Now Juno noting how she waxt both proud and full of scorne, As well by reason of the sonnes and daughters she had borne, As also that she was advaunst by mariage in that towne To Athamas, King Aeolus sonne, a Prince of great renowne, But chiefly that hir sisters sonne who nourced was by hir Was then exalted for a God: began thereat to stir, And freating at it in hirselfe said: Coulde this harlots burd Transforme the Lydian watermen, and drowne them in the foord? And make the mother teare the guttes in pieces of hir sonne? And Mineus al three daughters clad with wings, bicause they sponne Whiles others howling up and down like frantick folke did ronne? And can I Juno nothing else save sundrie woes bewaile? Is that sufficient? can my powre no more than so availe? He teaches me what way to worke. A man may take (I see) Example at his enmies hand the wiser for to bee. He shewes inough and overmuch the force of furious wrath By Pentheys death: why should not Ine be taught to tread the path The which hir sisters heretofore and kinred troden hath? There is a steepe and irksome way obscure with shadow fell Of balefull yewgh, all sad and still, that leadeth downe to hell. The foggie Styx doth breath up mistes: and downe this way doe wave The ghostes of persons lately dead and buried in the grave. Continuall colde and gastly feare possesse this queachie plot On eyther side: the siely Ghost new parted knoweth not The way that doth directly leade him to the Stygian Citie Or where blacke Pluto keepes his Court that never sheweth pitie. A thousand wayes, a thousand gates that alwayes open stand, This Citie hath: and as the Sea the streames of all the lande Doth swallow in his gredie gulfe, and yet is never full: Even so that place devoureth still and hideth in his gull The soules and ghostes of all the world: and though that nere so many Come thither, yet the place is voyd as if there were not any. The ghostes without flesh, bloud, or bones, there wander to and fro, Of which some haunt the judgement place: and other come and go To Plutos Court: and some frequent the former trades and Artes The which they used in their life: and some abide the smartes And torments for their wickednesse and other yll desartes. So cruell hate and spightfull wrath did boyle in Junos brest, That in the high and noble Court of Heaven she coulde not rest: But that she needes must hither come: whose feet no sooner toucht The thresholde, but it gan to quake. And Cerberus erst coucht Start sternely up with three fell heades which barked all togither. She callde the daughters of the night, the cruell furies, thither: They sate a kembing foule blacke Snakes from off their filthie heare Before the dungeon doore, the place where Caitives punisht were, The which was made of Adamant. When in the darke in part They knew Queene Juno, by and by upon their feete they start. There Titius stretched out (at least) nine acres full in length, Did with his bowels feede a Grype that tare them out by strength. The water fled from Tantalus that toucht his neather lip, And Apples hanging over him did ever from him slip. There also laborde Sisyphus that drave against the hill A rolling stone that from the top came tumbling downeward still. Ixion on his restlesse wheele to which his limmes were bound Did flie and follow both at once in turning ever round. And Danaus daughters forbicause they did their cousins kill, Drew water into running tubbes which evermore did spill. When Juno with a louring looke had vewde them all through- out, And on Ixion specially before the other rout, She turnes from him to Sisyphus, and with an angry cheere Sayes: Wherefore should this man endure continuall penance here, And Athamas his brother reigne in welth and pleasure free Who through his pride hath ay disdainde my husband Jove and mee? And therewithall she poured out th'occasion of hir hate, And why she came and what she would. She would that Cadmus state Should with the ruine of his house be brought to swyft decay, And that to mischiefe Athamas the Fiendes should force some way. She biddes, she prayes, she promises, and all is with a breth, And moves the furies earnestly: and as these things she seth, The hatefull Hag Tisiphone with horie ruffled heare, Removing from hir face the Snakes that loosely dangled there, Sayd thus: Madame there is no neede long circumstance to make. Suppose your will already done. This lothsome place forsake, And to the holsome Ayre of heaven your selfe agayne retire. Queene Juno went right glad away with graunt of hir desire. And as she woulde have entred heaven, the Ladie Iris came And purged hir with streaming drops. Anon upon the same The furious Fiende Tisiphone doth cloth hir out of hand In garment streaming gorie bloud, and taketh in hir hand A burning Cresset steepte in bloud, and girdeth hir about With wreathed Snakes and so goes forth. And at hir going out, Feare, terror, grief and pensivenesse for companie she tooke, And also madnesse with his flaight, and gastly staring looke. Within the house of Athamas no sooner foote she set, But that the postes began to quake and doores looke blacke as Jet. The sonne withdrew him, Athamas and eke his wife were cast With ougly sightes in such a feare, that out of doores agast They would have fled. There stoode the Fiend, and stopt their passage out, And splaying forth hir filthie armes beknit with Snakes about, Did tosse and wave hir hatefull head. The swarme of scaled snakes Did make an irksome noyse to heare as she hir tresses shakes. About hir shoulders some did craule: some trayling downe hir brest Did hisse and spit out poyson greene, and spirt with tongues infest. Then from amyd hir haire two snakes with venymd hand she drew Of which shee one at Athamas and one at Ino threw. The snakes did craule about their breasts, inspiring in their heart Most grievous motions of the minde: the bodie had no smart Of any wound: it was the minde that felt the cruell stings. A poyson made in Syrup wise, shee also with hir brings. The filthie fome of Cerberus, the casting of the Snake Echidna, bred among the Fennes about the Stygian Lake: Desire of gadding foorth abroad: forgetfulnesse of minde: Delight in mischiefe: woodnesse: teares: and purpose whole inclinde To cruell murther: all the which shee did together grinde: And mingling them with new shed bloud had boyled them in brasse, And stird them with a Hemblock stalke. Now whyle that Athamas And Ino stood and quakte for feare, this poyson ranke and fell Shee tourned into both their breastes and made their heartes to swell. Then whisking often round about hir head hir balefull brand, She made it soone by gathering winde to kindle in hir hand. Thus as it were in triumph wise accomplishing hir hest, To Duskie Plutos emptie Realme shee gettes hir home to rest, And putteth off the snarled Snakes that girded in hir brest. Immediatly King Aeolus sonne starke madde comes crying out Through all the court: What meane yee Sirs? why go yee not about To pitch our toyles within this chace? I saw even nowe here ran A Lyon with hir two yong whelpes. And there withall he gan To chase his wyfe as if in deede shee had a Lyon beene And lyke a Bedlem boystouslie he snatcheth from betweene The mothers armes h's little babe Loearchus smyling on him And reaching foorth his preatie armes, and floong him fiercely from him A twice or thrice as from a slyng: and dasht his tender head Against a hard and rugged stone until he sawe him dead. The wretched mother (whither griefe did move hir thereunto Or that the poyson spred within did force hir so to doe) Howld out and frantikly with scattered haire about hir eares And with hir little Melicert whome hastely shee beares In naked armes she cryeth out, Hoe Bacchus. At the name Of Bacchus Juno gan to laugh and scorning sayde in game: This guerden loe thy foster child requiteth for the same. There hangs a rocke about the Sea the foote whereof is eate So hollow with the saltish waves which on the same doe beate, That like a house it keepeth off the moysting showers of rayne. The toppe is rough and shootes his front amiddes the open mayne. Dame Ino (madnesse made hir strong) did climb this cliffe anon And headlong downe (without regarde of hurt that hoong thereon) Did throwe hir burden and hir selfe, the water where shee dasht In sprincling upwarde glisterd red. But Venus sore abasht At this hir Neeces great mischaunce without offence or fault, Hir Uncle gently thus bespake: O ruler of the hault And swelling Seas, O noble Neptune whose dominion large Extendeth to the Heaven, whereof the mightie Jove hath charge, The thing is great for which I sue. But shewe thou for my sake Some mercie on my wretched friends whome in thine endlesse lake Thou seest tossed to and fro. Admit thou them among The Goddes. Of right even here to mee some favour doth belong At least wise if amid the Sea engendred erst I were Of Froth, as of the which yet still my pleasaunt name I beare. Neptunus graunted hir request, and by and by bereft them Of all that ever mortall was. Insted wherof he left them A hault and stately majestie: and altring them in hew With shape and names most meete for Goddes he did them both endew. Leucothoe was the mothers name, Palemon was the sonne. The Thebane Ladies following hir as fast as they could runne, Did of hir feete perceive the print upon the utter stone. And taking it for certaine signe that both were dead and gone, In making mone for Cadmus house, they wrang their hands and tare Their haire, and rent their clothes, and railde on Juno out of square, As nothing just, but more outragious farre than did behove In so revenging of hir selfe upon hir husbands love. The Goddesse Juno could not beare their railing. And in faith: You also will I make to be as witnesses (she sayth) Of my outragious crueltie. And so shee did in deede. For shee that loved Ino best was following hir with speede Into the Sea. But as shee would hir selfe have downeward cast, She could not stirre, but to the rock as nailed sticked fast. The second as shee knockt hir breast, did feele hir armes wax stiffe. Another as shee stretched out hir hands upon the cliffe, Was made a stone, and there stoode still ay stretching forth hir hands Into the water as before. And as an other standes A tearing of hir ruffled lockes, hir fingers hardened were And fastned to hir frisled toppe still tearing of hir heare, And looke what gesture eche of them was taken in that tide, Even in the same transformde to stones, they fastned did abide. And some were altered into birds which Cadmies called bee And in that goolfe with flittering wings still to and fro doe flee. Nought knoweth Cadmus that his daughter and hir little childe Admitted were among the Goddes that rule the surges wilde. Compellde with griefe and great mishappes that had ensewd togither, And straunge foretokens often seene since first his comming thither, He utterly forsakes his towne the which he builded had, As though the fortune of the place so hardly him bestad, And not his owne. And fleeting long like pilgrims, at the last Upon the coast of Illirie his wife and he were cast. Where ny forpind with cares and yeares, while of the chaunces past Upon their house, and of their toyles and former travails tane They sadly talkt betweene themselves: Was my speare head the bane Of that same ougly Snake of Mars (quoth Cadmus) when I fled From Sidon? or did I his teeth in ploughed pasture spred? If for the death of him the Goddes so cruell vengeaunce take, Drawen out in length upon my wombe then traile I like a snake. He had no sooner sayde the worde but that he gan to glide Upon his belly like a Snake. And on his hardened side He felt the scales new budding out, the which was wholy fret With speccled droppes of blacke and gray as thicke as could be set. He falleth groveling on his breast, and both his shankes doe growe In one round spindle Bodkinwise with sharpned point below. His armes as yet remayned still: his armes that did remayne, He stretched out, and sayde with teares that plentuously did raine Adowne his face, which yet did keepe the native fashion sownd: Come hither wyfe, come hither wight most wretched on the ground, And whyle that ought of mee remaynes vouchsafe to touche the same. Come take mee by the hand as long as hand may have his name, Before this snakish shape doe whole my body over runne. He would have spoken more when sodainely his tongue begunne To split in two and speache did fayle: and as he did attempt To make his mone, he hist: for nature now had cleane exempt All other speach. His wretched wyfe hir naked stomack beete And cryde: What meaneth this? deare Cadmus, where are now thy feete? Where are thy shoulders and thy handes? thy hew and manly face? With all the other things that did thy princely person grace Which nowe I overpasse? But why yee Goddes doe you delay My bodie into lyke misshape of Serpent to convay? When this was spoken, Cadmus lickt his wyfe about the lippes: And (as a place with which he was acquaynted well) he slippes Into hir boosome, lovingly embracing hir, and cast Himselfe about hir necke, as oft he had in tyme forepast. Such as were there (their folke were there) were flaighted at the sight, For by and by they sawe their neckes did glister slicke and bright. And on their snakish heades grew crests: and finally they both Were into verie Dragons tournd, and foorth together goth T'one trayling by the tothers side, untill they gaynd a wood, The which direct against the place where as they were then stood. And now remembring what they were themselves in tymes forepast, They neyther shonne nor hurten men with stinging nor with blast. But yet a comfort to them both in this their altred hew Became that noble impe of theirs that Indie did subdew, Whom al Achaia worshipped with temples builded new. All only Acrise, Abas sonne, (though of the selfesame stocke) Remaind, who out of Argos walles unkindly did him locke, And moved wilfull warre against his Godhead: thinking that There was not any race of Goddes, for he beleved not That Persey was the sonne of Jove: or that he was conceyved By Danae of golden shower through which shee was deceived. But yet ere long (such present force hath truth) he doth repent As well his great impietie against God Bacchus meant, As also that he did disdaine his Nephew for to knowe. But Bacchus now full gloriously himselfe in Heaven doth showe. And Persey bearing in his hand the monster Gorgons head, That famous spoyle which here and there with snakish haire was spread, Doth beat the ayre with wavyng wings. And as he overflew The Lybicke sandes, the droppes of bloud that from the head did sew Of Gorgon being new cut off, upon the ground did fal. Which taking them (and as it were conceyving therwithall) Engendred sundrie Snakes and wormes: by meanes wherof that clyme Did swarme with Serpents ever since, even to this present tyme. From thence he lyke a watrie cloud was caried with the weather, Through all the heaven, now here, now there as light as any feather. And from aloft he viewes the earth that underneath doth lie, And swiftly over all the worlde doth in conclusion flie, Three times the chilling Beares, three times the Crabbes fel cleas he saw: Oft times to Weast, oftimes to East did drive him many a flaw. Now at such time as unto rest the sonne began to drawe, Bicause he did not thinke it good to be abroad all night, Within King Atlas western Realme he ceased from his flight, Requesting that a little space of rest enjoy he might, Untill such tyme as Lucifer should bring the morning gray, And morning bring the lightsome Sunne that guides the cherefull day. This Atlas, Japets Nephewe, was a man that did excell In stature everie other wight that in the worlde did dwell. The utmost coast of all the earth and all that Sea wherein The tyred steedes and wearied Wayne of Phoebus dived bin, Were in subjection to this King. A thousande flockes of sheepe, A thousand heirdes of Rother beastes he in his fields did keepe: And not a neighbor did anoy his ground by dwelling nie. To him the wandring Persey thus his language did applie: If high renowne of royall race thy noble heart may move, I am the sonne of Jove himselfe: or if thou more approve The valiant deedes and hault exploytes, thou shalt perceive in mee Such doings as deserve with prayse extolled for to bee. I pray thee of thy courtesie receive mee as thy guest, And let mee only for this night within thy palace rest. King Atlas called straight to minde an auncient prophesie Made by Parnassian Themys, which this sentence did implie: The time shall one day, Atlas, come in which thy golden tree Shall of hir fayre and precious fruite dispoyld and robbed bee. And he shall be the sonne of Jove that shall enjoy the pray. For feare hereof he did enclose his Orchard everie way With mightie hilles, and put an ougly Dragon in the same To keepe it. Further he forbad that any straunger came Within his Realme, and to this knight he sayde presumtuouslie: Avoyd my land, onlesse thou wilt by utter perill trie That all thy glorious actes whereof thou doest so loudly lie And Jove thy father be too farre to helpe thee at thy neede. To these his wordes he added force, and went about in deede To drive him out by strength of hand. To speake was losse of winde For neyther could intreating faire nor stoutnesse tourne his minde. Well then (quoth Persey) sith thou doest mine honour set so light, Take here a present: and with that he turnes away his sight, And from his left side drewe mee out Medusas lothly head. As huge and big as Atlas was he tourned in that stead Into a mountaine: into trees his beard and locks did passe: His hands and shoulders made the ridge: that part which lately was His head, became the highest top of all the hill: his bones Were turnd to stones: and therewithall he grew mee all at once Beyond all measure up in heighth (for so God thought it best) So farre that Heaven with all the starres did on his shoulders rest. In endlesse prison by that time had Aeolus lockt the wind And now the cheerely morning starre that putteth folke in mind To rise about their daylie worke shone brightly in the skie. Then Persey unto both his feete did streight his feathers tie And girt his Woodknife to his side, and from the earth did stie. And leaving nations nomberlesse beneath him everie way At last upon King Cepheyes fields in Aethiop did he stay. Where cleane against all right and law by Joves commaundement Andromad for hir mothers tongue did suffer punishment. Whome to a rocke by both the armes when fastned hee had seene, He would have thought of Marble stone shee had some image beene, But that hir tresses to and fro the whisking winde did blowe, And trickling teares warme from hir eyes adowne hir cheeks did flow, Unwares hereat gan secret sparkes within his breast to glow. His wits were straught at sight thereof and ravisht in such wise, That how to hover with his wings he scarsly could devise. As soone as he had stayd himselfe: O Ladie faire (quoth hee) Not worthie of such bands as these, but such wherewith we see Togither knit in lawfull bed the earnest lovers bee, I pray thee tell mee what thy selfe and what this lande is named And wherefore thou dost weare these Chains. The Ladie ill ashamed Was at the sodaine striken domb: and lyke a fearfull maid Shee durst not speake unto a man. Had not hir handes beene staid She would have hid hir bashfull face. Howbeit as she might With great abundance of hir teares shee stopped up hir sight But when that Persey oftentimes was earnestly in hand To learne this matter, for bicause shee would not seeme to stand In stubborne silence of hir faultes, shee tolde him what the land And what she hight: and how hir mother for hir beauties sake Through pride did unadvisedly too much upon hir take. And ere shee full had made an ende, the water gan to rore: An ougly monster from the deepe was making to the shore Which bare the Sea before his breast. The Virgin shrieked out. Hir father and hir mother both stood mourning thereabout, In wretched ease both twaine, but not so wretched as the maid Who wrongly for hir mothers fault the bitter raunsome paid. They brought not with them any help: but (as the time and cace Requird) they wept and wrang their hands, and streightly did embrace Hir bodie fastened to the rock. Then Persey them bespake, And sayde: The time may serve too long this sorrow for to make: But time of helpe must eyther now or never else be take. Now if I, Persey, sonne of hir whome in hir fathers towre The mightie Jove begat with childe in shape of golden showre, Who cut off ougly Gorgons head bespred with snakish heare, And in the ayre durst trust these winges my body for to beare, perchaunce should save your daughters life, I think ye should as then Accept mee for your sonne in lawe before all other men. To these great thewes (by the help of God) I purpose for to adde A just desert in helping hir that is so hard bestadde. I covenaunt with you by my force and manhod for to save hir, Conditionly that to my wife in recompence I have hir. Hir parents tooke his offer streight: for who would sticke thereat? And praid him faire, and promisde him that for performing that They would endow him with the ryght of al their Realme beeside. Like as a Gally with hir nose doth cut the waters wide, Enforced by the sweating armes of Rowers wyth the tide Even so the monster with his brest did beare the waves aside, And was now come as neere the rocke as well a man myght fling Amid the pure and vacant aire a pellet from a sling. When on the sodaine Persey pusht his foote against the ground, And stied upward to the clouds his shadow did rebound Upon the sea: the beast ran fierce upon the passing shade. And as an Egle when he sees a Dragon in a glade Lie beaking of his blewish backe against the sunnie rayes, Doth seize upon him unbeware, and with his talants layes Sure holde upon his scalie necke lest writhing back his head His cruell teeth might doe him harme: so Persey in that stead Discending downe the ayre amaine with all his force and might Did seize upon the monsters backe: and underneath the right Finne hard unto the verie hilt his hooked sworde did smight. The monster being wounded sore did sometime leape aloft, And sometime under water dive, bestirring him full oft As doth a chaufed Boare beset with barking Dogges about. But Persey with his lightsome wings still keeping him without The monsters reach, with hooked sword doth sometime hew his back Where as the hollow scales give way: and sometime he doth hacke The ribbes on both his maled sides: and sometime he doth wound His spindle tayle where into fish it growes most smal and round. The Whale at Persey from his mouth such waves of water cast, Bemixed with the purple bloud, that all bedreint at last His feathers verie heavie were: and doubting any more To trust his wings now waxing wet, he straight began to sore Up to a rocke which in the calme above the water stood: But in the tempest evermore was hidden with the flood. And leaning thereunto and with his left hand holding just The top thereof a dozen times his weapon he did thrust Among his guttes. The joyfull noyse and clapping of their hands The which were made for loosening of Andromad from hir bands, Filde all the coast and heaven it selfe. The parents of the Maide Cassiope and Cepheus were glad and well appayde: And calling him their sonne in law confessed him to bee The helpe and savegarde of their house. Andromade the fee And cause of Perseys enterprise from bondes now beyng free, He washed his victorious hands. And lest the Snakie heade With lying on the gravell hard should catch some harme, he spred Soft leaves and certaine tender twigs that in the water grew, And laid Medusas head thereon: the twigs yet being new And quicke and full of juicie pith full lightly to them drew The nature of this monstrous head. For both the leafe and bough Full straungely at the touch thereof became both hard and tough. The Sea nymphes tride this wondrous fact in divers other roddes And were full glad to see the chaunge, bicause there was no oddes Of leaves or twigs or of the seedes new shaken from the coddes. For still like nature ever since is in our Corall founde: That looke how soone it toucheth Ayre it waxeth hard and sounde, And that which under water was a sticke, above is stone. Three altars to as many Gods he makes of Turfe anon: Upon the left hand Mercuries: Minervas on the right: And in the middle Jupiters: to Pallas he did dight A Cow: a Calfe to Mercurie: a Bull to royall Jove. Forthwith he tooke Andromade the price for which he strove Endowed with hir fathers Realme. For now the God of Love And Hymen unto mariage his minde in hast did move. Great fires were made of sweete perfumes, and curious garlandes hung About the house, which every where of mirthful musicke rung The gladsome signe of merie mindes. The Pallace gates were set Wide open. None from comming in were by the Porters let. All Noblemen and Gentlemen that were of any port To this same great and royall feast of Cephey did resort. When having taken their repast as well of meate as wine Their hearts began to pleasant mirth by leysure to encline, The valiant Persey of the folke and facions of the land Began to be inquisitive. One Lincide out of hand The rites and manners of the folke did doe him t'understand. Which done he sayd: O worthie knight I pray thee tell us by What force or wile thou gotst the head with haires of Adders slie. Then Persey tolde how underneath colde Atlas lay a plaine So fenced in on every side with mountaines high, that vaine Were any force to win the same. In entrance of the which Two daughters of King Phorcis dwelt whose chaunce and hap was such That one eye served both their turnes: whereof by wilie slight And stealth in putting forth his hand he did bereve them quight, As they from t'one to tother were delivering of the same. From whence by long blind crooked wayes unhandsomly he came Through gastly groves by ragged cliffes unto the drerie place Whereas the Gorgons dwelt: and there he saw (a wretched case) The shapes as well of men as beasts lie scattered everie where In open fields and common wayes, the which transformed were From living things to stones at sight of foule Medusas heare, But yet that he through brightnesse of his monstrous brazen shield The which he in his left hand bare, Medusas face beheld. And while that in a sound dead sleepe were all hir Snakes and she, He softly pared off hir head: and how that he did see Swift Pegasus the winged horse and eke his brother grow Out of their mothers new shed bloud. Moreover he did show A long discourse of all his happes and not so long as trew: As namely of what Seas and landes the coasts he overflew, And eke what starres with stying wings he in the while did vew. But yet his tale was at an ende ere any lookt therefore. Upon occasion by and by of wordes reherst before There was a certaine noble man demaunded him wherefore Shee only of the sisters three haire mixt with Adders bore. Sir (aunswerde Persey) sith you aske a matter worth report I graunt to tell you your demaunde. She both in comly port And beautie, every other wight surmounted in such sort, That many suters unto hir did earnestly resort. And though that whole from top to toe most bewtifull she were, In all hir bodie was no part more goodly than hir heare. I know some parties yet alive, that say they did hir see. It is reported how she should abusde by Neptune bee In Pallas Church: from which fowle facte Joves daughter turnde hir eye, And with hir Target hid hir face from such a villanie. And lest it should unpunisht be, she turnde hir seemely heare To lothly Snakes: the which (the more to put hir foes in feare) Before hir brest continually she in her shield doth beare. Now while that Danaes noble sonne was telling of these things Amid a throng of Cepheys Lordes, through al the Pallace rings A noyse of people nothing like the sound of such as sing At wedding feastes, but like the rore of such as tidings bring Of cruell warre. This sodaine chaunge from feasting unto fray Might well be likened to the Sea: whych standing at a stay The woodnesse of the windes makes rough by raising of the wave. King Cepheys brother Phyney was the man that rashly gave The first occasion of this fray. Who shaking in hys hand A Dart of Ash with head of steele, sayd: Loe: loe here I stand To chalenge thee that wrongfully my ravisht spouse doste holde. Thy wings nor yet thy forged Dad in shape of feyned golde Shall now not save thee from my handes. As with that word he bent His arme aloft, the foresaid Dart at Persey to have sent, What doste thou brother (Cephey cride) what madnesse moves thy minde To doe so foule a deede? is this the friendship he shall finde Among us for his good deserts? And wilt thou needes requite The saving of thy Neeces life with such a foule despight? Whome Persey hath not from thee tane: but (if thou be advisde) But Neptunes heavie wrath bicause his Sea nymphes were despisde: But horned Hammon: but the beast which from the Sea arrived On my deare bowels for to feede. That time wert thou deprived Of thy betroothed, when hir life upon the losing stoode: Onlesse perchaunce to see hir lost it woulde have done thee good, And easde thy heart to see me sad. And may it not suffice That thou didst see hir to the rocke fast bound before thine eyes And didst not helpe hir beyng both hir husband and hir Eame? Onlesse thou grudge that any man should come within my Realme To save hir life, and seeke to rob him of his just rewarde? Which if thou thinke to be so great, thou shouldst have had regarde Before, to fetch it from the rocke to which thou sawste it bound. I pray thee, brother, seeing that by him the meanes is found That in mine age without my childe I go not to the grounde, Permit him to enjoy the price for which we did compounde, And which he hath by due desert of purchace deerely bought. For brother, let it never sinke nor enter in thy thought That I set more by him than thee: but this may well be sed I rather had to give hir him than see my daughter dead. He gave him not a worde againe: but looked eft on him, And eft on Persey irefully with countnance stoure and grim, Not knowing which were best to hit: and after little stay He shooke his Dart, and flung it forth with all the powre and sway That Anger gave at Perseys head. But harme it did him none, It sticked in the Bedsteddes head that Persey sate upon. Then Persey sternely starting up and pulling out the Dart Did throw it at his foe agayne, and therewithall his hart Had cliven asunder, had he not behinde an Altar start. The Altar (more the pitie was) did save the wicked wight. Yet threw he not the Dart in vaine: it hit one Rhetus right Amid the foreheade: who therewith sanke downe, and when the steele Was plucked out, he sprawlde about and spurned with his heele, And all berayd the boorde with bloud. Then all the other rout As fierce as fire flang Dartes: and some there were that cried out That Cephey with his sonne in lawe was worthy for to die. But he had wound him out of doores protesting solemly As he was just and faithfull Prince, and swearing eke by all The Gods of Hospitalitie, that that same broyle did fall Full sore against his will. At hand was warlie Pallas streight And shadowed Persey with hir shielde, and gave him heart in feight. There was one Atys borne in Inde, (of faire Lymniace The River Ganges daughter thought the issue for to be), Of passing beautie which with rich aray he did augment. He ware that day a scarlet Cloke, about the which there went A garde of golde: a cheyne of golde he ware about his necke: And eke his haire perfumde with Myrrhe a costly crowne did decke. Full sixtene yeares he was of age: such cunning skill he coulde In darting, as to hit his marke farre distant when he would. Yet how to handle Bow and shaftes much better did he know. Now as he was about that time to bende his horned Bowe, A firebrand Persey raught that did upon the Aultar smoke, And dasht him overtwhart the face with such a violent stroke, That all bebattred was his head, the bones asunder broke. When Lycabas of Assur lande, his moste assured friend And deare companion, being no dissembler of his miend, Which most entierly did him love, behelde him on the ground Lie weltring with disfigurde face, and through that grievous wound Now gasping out his parting ghost, his death he did lament, And taking hastly up the Bow that Atys erst had bent: Encounter thou with me (he saide) thou shalt not long enjoy Thy triumphing in braverie thus, for killing of this boy, By which thou getst more spight than praise. All this was scarsly sed, But that the arrow from the string went streyned to the head. Howbeit Persey (as it hapt) so warely did it shunne, As that it in his coteplights hung. Then to him did he runne With Harpe in his hand bestaind with grim Medusas blood, And thrust him through the brest therwith. He quothing as he stood Did looke about where Atys lay with dim and dazeling eyes, Now waving under endlesse night: and downe by him he lies, And for to comfort him withall togither with him dies. Behold through gredie haste to feight one Phorbas, Methions son, A Swevite: and of Lybie lande one callde Amphimedon By fortune sliding in the blood with which the ground was wet, Fell downe: and as they woulde have rose, Perseus fauchon met With both of them. Amphimedon upon the ribbes he smote, And with the like celeritie he cut me Phorbas throte. But unto Erith, Actors sonne, that in his hand did holde A brode browne Bill, with his short sword he durst not be too bolde To make approch. With both his handes a great and massie cup Embost with cunning portrayture aloft he taketh up, And sendes it at him. He spewes up red bloud: and falling downe o Upon his backe, against the ground doth knocke his dying crowne. Then downe he Polydemon throwes, extract of royall race, And Abaris the Scithian, and Clytus in like case, And Elice with his unshorne lockes, and also Phlegias, And Lycet, olde Sperchesies sonne, with divers other mo, That on the heapes of corses slaine he treades as he doth go. And Phyney daring not presume to meet his foe at hand, Did cast a Dart: which hapt to light on Idas who did stand Aloofe as neuter (though in vaine) not medling with the Fray. Who casting backe a frowning looke at Phyney, thus did say: Sith whether that I will or no compeld I am perforce To take a part, have Phyney here him whome thou doste enforce To be thy foe, and with this wound my wrongfull wound requite. But as he from his body pullde the Dart, with all his might To throw it at his foe againe, his limmes so feebled were With losse of bloud, that downe he fell and could not after steare. There also lay Odites slaine the chiefe in all the land Next to King Cephey, put to death by force of Clymens hand. Protenor was by Hypsey killde, and Lyncide did as much For Hypsey. In the throng there was an auncient man and such A one as loved righteousnesse and greatly feared God: Emathion called was his name: whome sith his yeares forbad To put on armes, he feights with tongue, inveying earnestly Against that wicked war the which he banned bitterly. As on the Altar he himselfe with quivering handes did stay, One Cromis tipped off his head: his head cut off streight way Upon the Altar fell, and there his tongue not fully dead Did bable still the banning wordes the which it erst had sed, And breathed forth his fainting ghost among the burning brandes. Then Brote and Hammon brothers, twins, stout champions of their hands In wrestling Pierlesse (if so be that wrestling could sustaine The furious force of slicing swordes) were both by Phyney slaine. And so was Alphit, Ceres Priest, that ware upon his crowne A stately Miter faire and white with Tables hanging downe. Thou also Japets sonne for such affaires as these unmeete But meete to tune thine instrument with voyce and Ditie sweete, The worke of peace, wert thither callde th'assemblie to rejoyce And for to set the mariage forth with pleasant singing voyce. As with his Violl in his hand he stoode a good way off, There commeth to him Petalus and sayes in way of scoffe: Go sing the resdue to the ghostes about the Stygian Lake, And in the left side of his heade his dagger poynt he strake. He sanke downe deade with fingers still yet warbling on the string And so mischaunce knit up with wo the song that he did sing. But fierce Lycormas could not beare to see him murdred so Without revengement. Up he caught a mightie Leaver tho That wonted was to barre the doore a right side of the house And therewithall to Petalus he lendeth such a souse Full in the noddle of the necke, that like a snetched Oxe Streight tumbling downe, against the ground his groveling face he knox. And Pelates, a Garamant, attempted to have caught The left doore barre: but as thereat with stretched hand he raught, One Coryt, sonne of Marmarus did with a Javelin stricke Him through the hand, that to the wood fast nayled did it sticke. As Pelates stoode fastned thus, one Abas goard his side: He could not fall, but hanging still upon the poste there dide Fast nayled by the hand. And there was overthrowne a Knight Of Perseyes band callde Melaney, and one that Dorill hight, A man of greatest landes in all the Realme of Nasamone. That occupide so large a grounde as Dorill was there none, ' Nor none that had such store of come. There came a Dart askew And lighted in his Coddes, the place where present death doth sew. When Alcion of Barcey, he that gave this deadly wound, Beheld him yesking forth his ghost and falling to the ground With watrie eyes the white turnde up: Content thy selfe, he said, With that same litle plot of grounde whereon thy corse is layde, In steade of all the large fat fieldes which late thou didst possesse. And with that word he left him dead. Perseus to redresse This slaughter and this spightfull taunt, streight snatched out the Dart That sticked in the fresh warme wound, and with an angrie hart Did send it at the throwers head: the Dart did split his nose Even in the middes, and at his necke againe the head out goes: So that it peered both the wayes. Whiles fortune doth support And further Persey thus, he killes (but yet in sundrie sort) Two brothers by the mother: t'one callde Clytie, tother Dane. For on a Dart through both his thighes did Clytie take his bane: And Danus with another Dart was striken in the mouth. There died also Celadon, a Gypsie of the South: And so did bastard Astrey too, whose mother was a Jew: And sage Ethion well foreseene in things that should ensew, But utterly beguilde as then by Birdes that aukly flew. King Cepheyes harnessebearer callde Thoactes lost his life, And Agyrt whom for murdring late his father with a knife The worlde spake shame of. Nathelesse much more remainde behinde Than was dispatched out of hand: for all were full in minde To murder one. The wicked throng had sworne to spend their blood Against the right, and such a man as had deserved good. A tother side (although in vaine) of mere affection stood The Father and the Motherinlaw, and eke the heavie bride, Who filled with their piteous playnt the Court on everie side. But now the clattring of the swordes and harnesse at that tide With grievous grones and sighes of such as wounded were or dide, Did raise up such a cruell rore that nothing could be heard. For fierce Bellona so renewde the battell afterward, That all the house did swim in blood. Duke Phyney with a rout Of moe than of a thousand men environd round about The valiant Persey all alone. The Dartes of Phyneys bande Came thicker than the Winters hayle doth fall upon the lande, By both his sides, his eyes and eares. He warely thereupon Withdrawes, and leanes his backe against a huge great arche of stone: And being safe behind, he settes his face against his foe Withstanding all their fierce assaultes. There did assaile him thoe Upon the left side Molpheus, a Prince of Choanie. And on the right Ethemon, borne hard by in Arabie. Like as the Tyger when he heares the lowing out of Neate In sundrie Medes, enforced sore through abstinence from meate, Would faine be doing with them both, and can not tell at which Were best to give adventure first: so Persey who did itch To be at host with both of them, and doubtfull whether side To turne him on, the right or left, upon advantage spide Did wound me Molphey on the leg, and from him quight him drave. He was contented with his flight: for why Ethemon gave No respite to him to pursue: but like a franticke man Through egernesse to wounde his necke, without regarding whan Or how to strike for haste, he burst his brittle sworde in twaine Against the Arche: the poynt whereof rebounding backe againe, Did hit himselfe upon the throte. Howbeit that same wound Was unsufficient for to sende Ethemon to the ground. He trembled holding up his handes for mercie, but in vaine, For Persey thrust him through the heart with Hermes hooked skaine. But when he saw that valiantnesse no lenger could avayle, By reason of the multitude that did him still assayle: Sith you your selves me force to call mine enmie to mine ayde, I will do so: if any friend of mine be here (he sayd) Sirs, turne your faces all away: and therewithall he drew Out Gorgons head. One Thessalus streight raging to him flew, And sayd: Go seeke some other man whome thou mayst make abasht With these thy foolish juggling toyes. And as he would have dasht His Javeling in him with that worde to kill him out of hand, With gesture throwing forth his Dart all Marble did he stand. His sworde through Lyncids noble heart had Amphix thought to shove: His hand was stone, and neyther one nor other way could move: But Niley who did vaunt himselfe to be the Rivers sonne That through the boundes of Aegypt land in channels seven doth runne, And in his shielde had graven part of silver, part of golde The said seven channels of the Nile, sayd: Persey here beholde From whence we fetch our piedegree: it may rejoyce thy hart To die of such a noble hand as mine. The latter part Of these his words could scarce be heard: the dint therof was drownde: Ye would have thought him speaking still with open mouth: but sound Did none forth passe: there was for speache no passage to be found. Rebuking them cries Eryx: Sirs, it is not Gorgons face, It is your owne faint heartes that make you stonie in this case. Come let us on this fellow run and to the ground him beare That feightes by witchcraft: as with that his feete forth stepping were, They stacke still fastened to the floore: he could not move aside, An armed image all of stone he speachlesse did abide. All these were justly punished. But one there was a knight Of Perseys band, in whose defence as Acont stoode to feight, He waxed overgrowne with stone at ugly Gorgons sight. Whome still as yet Astyages supposing for to live, Did with a long sharpe arming sworde a washing blow him give. The sword did clinke against the stone and out the sparcles drive. While all amazde Astyages stoode wondring at the thing, The selfesame nature on himselfe the Gorgons head did bring. And in his visage which was stone a countnance did remaine Of wondring still. A wearie worke it were to tell you plaine The names of all the common sort. Two hundred from that fray Did scape unslaine: but none of them did go alive away. The whole two hundred every one at sight of Gorgons heare Were turned into stockes of stone. Then at the length for feare Did Phyney of his wrongfull war forthinke himselfe full sore. But now (alas) what remedie? he saw there stand before His face, his men like Images in sundrie shapes all stone. He knew them well, and by their names did call them everychone: Desiring them to succor him: and trusting not his sight He feeles the bodies that were next, and all were Marble quight. He turnes himselfe from Persey ward and humbly as he standes He wries his armes behind his backe: and holding up his handes, O noble Persey, thou hast got the upper hand, he sed. Put up that monstruous shield of thine: put up that Gorgons head That into stones transformeth men: put up, I thee desire. Not hatred, nor bicause to reigne as King I did aspire, Have moved me to make this fray. The only force of love In seeking my betrothed spouse, did hereunto me move. The better title seemeth thine bicause of thy desert: And mine by former promise made. It irkes me at the heart In that I did not give the place. None other thing I crave O worthie knight, but that thou graunt this life of mine to save. Let all things else beside be thine. As he thus humbly spake Nor daring looke at him to whome he did entreatance make, The thing (quoth Persey) which to graunt both I can finde in heart, And is no little courtesie to shewe without desert Upon a Coward, I will graunt, O fearfull Duke, to thee. Set feare aside: thou shalt not hurt with any weapon bee. I will moreover so provide as thai thou shalt remaine An everlasting monument of this dayes toyle and paine. The pallace of my Fathrinlaw shall henceforth be thy shrine Where thou shalt stand continually before my spouses eyen, That of hir husband having ay the Image in hir sight, She may from time to time receyve some comfort and delight. He had no sooner sayd these wordes but that he turnde his shielde With Gorgons heade to that same part where Phyney with a mielde And fearfull countnance set his face. Then also as he wride His eyes away, his necke waxt stiffe, his teares to stone were dride. A countnance in the stonie stocke of feare did still appeare With humble looke and yeelding handes and gastly ruthfull cheare. With conquest and a noble wife doth Persey home repaire And in revengement of the right against the wrongfull heyre, As in his Graundsires just defence, he falles in hand with Prete Who like no brother but a foe did late before defeate King Acrise of his townes by warre and of his royall seate. But neyther could his men of warre nor fortresse won by wrong Defend him from the griesly looke of grim Medusa long. And yet thee, foolish Polydect of little Seriph King, Such rooted rancor inwardly continually did sting, That neyther Perseys prowesse tride in such a sort of broyles Nor yet the perils he endurde, nor all his troublous toyles Could cause thy stomacke to relent. Within thy stonie brest Workes such a kinde of festred hate as cannot be represt. Thy wrongfull malice hath none ende. Moreover thou of spite Repining at his worthy praise, his doings doste backbite: Upholding that Medusas death was but a forged lie: So long till Persey for to shewe the truth apparantly, Desiring such as were his friendes to turne away their eye, Drue out Medusas ougly head. At sight whereof anon The hatefull Tyran Polydect was turned to a stone. The Goddesse Pallas all this while did keepe continually Hir brother Persey companie, till now that she did stie From Seriph in a hollow cloud, and leaving on the right The Iles of Scyre and Gyaros, she made from thence hir flight Directly over that same Sea as neare as eye could ame To Thebe and Mount Helicon, and when she thither came, She stayde hir selfe, and thus bespake the learned sisters nine: A rumor of an uncouth spring did pierce these eares of mine The which the winged stede shouldmake by stamping with his hoofe. This is the cause of my repaire: I would for certaine proofe Be glad to see the wondrous thing. For present there I stoode And saw the selfesame Pegasus spring of his mothers blood. Dame Uranie did entertaine and aunswere Pallas thus: What cause so ever moves your grace to come and visit us, Most heartely you welcome are: and certaine is the fame Of this our Spring, that Pegasus was causer of the same. And with that worde she led hir forth to see the sacred spring. Who musing greatly with hir selfe at straungenesse of the thing, Surveyde the Woodes and groves about of auncient stately port. And when she saw the Bowres to which the Muses did resort, And pleasant fields beclad with herbes of sundrie hew and sort, She said that for their studies sake they were in happie cace And also that to serve their turne they had so trim a place. Then one of them replied thus: O noble Ladie who (But that your vertue greater workes than these are calles you to) Should else have bene of this our troupe, your saying is full true. To this our trade of life and place is commendation due. And sure we have a luckie lot and if the world were such As that we might in safetie live, but lewdnesse reignes so much That all things make us Maides afraide. Me thinkes I yet do see The wicked Tyran Pyren still: my heart is yet scarce free From that same feare with which it hapt us flighted for to bee. This cruell Pyren was of Thrace and with his men of war The land of Phocis had subdude, and from this place not far Within the Citie Dawlis reignde by force of wrongfull hand, One day to Phebus Temples warde that on Parnasus stand As we were going, in our way he met us courteously, And by the name of Goddesses saluting reverently Said: O ye Dames of Meonie (for why he knew us well) I pray you stay and take my hou.e untill this storme (there fell That time a tempest and a showre) be past: the Gods aloft Have entred smaller sheddes than mine full many a time and oft. The rainie wether and hys wordes so moved us, that wee To go into an outer house of his did all agree. As soone as that the showre was past and heaven was voyded cleare Of all the Cloudes which late before did every where appeare, Until that Boreas had subdude the rainie Southerne winde, We woulde have by and by bene gone. He shet the doores in minde To ravish us: but we with wings escaped from his hands. He purposing to follow us, upon a Turret stands, And sayth he needes will after us the same way we did flie. And with that worde full frantickly he leapeth downe from hie, And pitching evelong on his face the bones asunder crasht, And dying, all abrode the ground his wicked bloud bedasht. Now as the Muse was telling this, they heard a noyse of wings And from the leavie boughes aloft a sound of greeting rings. Minerva looking up thereat demaunded whence the sounde Of tongues that so distinctly spake did come so plaine and rounde? She thought some woman or some man had greeted hir that stounde. It was a flight of Birdes. Nyne Pies bewailing their mischaunce In counterfetting everie thing from bough to bough did daunce. As Pallas wondred at the sight, the Muse spake thus in summe: These also being late ago in chalenge overcome, Made one kinde more of Birdes than was of auncient time beforne. In Macedone they were about the Citie Pella borne Of Pierus, a great riche Chuffe, and Euip, who by ayde Of strong Lucina travailing nine times, nine times was laide Of daughters in hir childbed safe. This fond and foolish rout Of doltish sisters taking pride and waxing verie stout, Bicause they were in number nine came flocking all togither Through all the townes of Thessalie and all Achaia hither, And us with these or such like wordes to combate did provoke. Cease off, ye Thespian Goddesses, to mocke the simple folke With fondnesse of your Melodie. And if ye thinke in deede Ye can doe ought, contend with us and see how you shall speede. I warrant you ye passe us not in cunning nor in voyce. Ye are here nine, and so are we. We put you to the choyce, That eyther we will vanquish you and set you quight beside Your fountaine made by Pegasus which is your chiefest pride, And Aganippe too: or else confounde you us, and we Of all the woods of Macedone will dispossessed be As farre as snowie Peonie: and let the Nymphes be Judges. Now in good sooth it was a shame to cope with suchie Drudges, But yet more shame it was to yeeld. The chosen Nymphes did sweare By Styx, and sate them downe on seates of stone that growed there. Then streight without commission or election of the rest, The formost of them preasing forth undecently, profest The chalenge to performe: and song the battels of the Goddes. She gave the Giants all the praise, the honor and the oddes, Abasing sore the worthie deedes of all the Gods. She telles How Typhon issuing from the earth and from the deepest helles, Made all the Gods above afraide, so greatly that they fled And never staide till Aegypt land and Nile whose streame is shed In channels seven, received them forwearied all togither: And how the Helhound Typhon did pursue them also thither. By meanes wherof the Gods eche one were faine themselves to hide In forged shapes. She saide that Jove the Prince of Gods was wride In shape of Ram: which is the cause that at this present tide Joves ymage which the Lybian folke by name of Hammon serve, Is made with crooked welked homes that inward still doe terve: That Phebus in a Raven lurkt, and Bacchus in a Geate, And Phebus sister in a Cat, and Juno in a Neate, And Venus in the shape of Fish, and how that last of all Mercurius hid him in a Bird which Ibis men doe call. This was the summe of all the tale which she with rolling tung And yelling throteboll to hir harpe before us rudely sung. Our turne is also come to speake, but that perchaunce your grace To give the hearing to our song hath now no time nor space. Yes yes (quoth Pallas) tell on forth in order all your tale: And downe she sate among the trees which gave a pleasant swale. The Muse made aunswere thus: To one Calliope here by name This chalenge we committed have and ordring of the same. Then rose up faire Calliope with goodly bush of heare Trim wreathed up with yvie leaves, and with hir thumbe gan steare The quivering strings, to trie them if they were in tune or no. Which done, she playde upon hir Lute and song hir Ditie so: Dame Ceres first to breake the Earth with plough the maner found, She first made come and stover soft to grow upon the ground, She first made lawes: for all these things we are to Ceres bound. Of hir must I as now intreate: would God I could resound Hir worthie laude: she doubtlesse is a Goddesse worthie praise. Bicause the Giant Typhon gave presumptuously assayes To conquer Heaven, the howgie Ile of Trinacris is layd Upon his limmes, by weight whereof perforce he downe is weyde. He strives and strugles for to rise full many a time and oft. But on his right hand toward Rome Pelorus standes aloft: Pachynnus standes upon his left: his legs with Lilybie Are pressed downe: his monstrous head doth under Aetna lie. From whence he lying bolt upright with wrathfull mouth doth spit Out flames of fire. He wrestleth oft and walloweth for to wit And if he can remove the weight of all that mightie land Or tumble downe the townes and hilles that on his bodie stand. By meanes whereof it commes to passe that oft the Earth doth shake: And even the King of Ghostes himselfe for verie feare doth quake, Misdoubting lest the Earth should clive so wide that light of day Might by the same pierce downe to Hell and there the Ghostes affray. Forecasting this, the Prince of Fiendes forsooke his darksome hole, And in a Chariot drawen with Steedes as blacke as any cole The whole foundation of the Ile of Sicill warely vewde. When throughly he had sercht eche place that harme had none ensewde, As carelessly he raungde abrode, he chaunced to be seene Of Venus sitting on hir hill: who taking streight betweene Hir armes hir winged Cupid, said: My sonne, mine only stay, My hand, mine honor and my might, go take without delay Those tooles which all wightes do subdue, and strike them in the hart Of that same God that of the world enjoyes the lowest part. The Gods of Heaven, and Jove himselfe, the powre of Sea and Land And he that rules the powres on Earth obey thy mightie hand: And wherefore then should only Hell still unsubdued stand? Thy mothers Empire and thine own why doste thou not advaunce? The third part of al the world now hangs in doubtful chaunce. And yet in heaven too now, their deedes thou seest me faine to beare. We are despisde: the strength of love with me away doth weare. Seeste not the Darter Diane and dame Pallas have already Exempted them from my behestes? and now of late so heady Is Ceres daughter too, that if we let hir have hir will, She will continue all hir life a Maid unwedded still. For that is all hir hope, and marke whereat she mindes to shoote. But thou (if ought this gracious turne our honor may promote, Or ought our Empire beautifie which joyntly we doe holde,) This Damsell to hir uncle joyne. No sooner had she tolde These wordes, but Cupid opening streight his quiver chose therefro One arrow (as his mother bade) among a thousand mo. But such a one it was, as none more sharper was than it, Nor none went streighter from the Bow the amed marke to hit. He set his knee against his Bow and bent it out of hande, And made his forked arrowes steale in Plutos heart to stande. Neare Enna walles there standes a Lake: Pergusa is the name. Cayster heareth not mo songs of Swannes than doth the same. A wood environs everie side the water round about, And with his leaves as with a veyle doth keepe the Sunne heate out. The boughes doe yeelde a coole fresh Ayre: the moystnesse of the grounde Yeeldes sundrie flowres: continuall spring is all the yeare there founde. While in this garden Proserpine was taking hir pastime, In gathering eyther Violets blew, or Lillies white as Lime, And while of Maidenly desire she fillde hir Maund and Lap, Endevoring to outgather hir companions there, by hap Dis spide hir: lovde hir: caught hir up: and all at once well nere, So hastie, hote, and swift a thing is Love as may appeare. The Ladie with a wailing voyce afright did often call Hir Mother and hir waiting Maides, but Mother most of all. And as she from the upper part hir garment would have rent, By chaunce she let hir lap slip downe, and out hir flowres went. And such a sillie simplenesse hir childish age yet beares, That even the verie losse of them did move hir more to teares. The Catcher drives his Chariot forth, and calling every horse By name, to make away apace he doth them still enforce: And shakes about their neckes and Manes their rustie bridle reynes And through the deepest of the Lake perforce he them constreynes. And through the Palik pooles, the which from broken ground doe boyle And smell of Brimstone verie ranke: and also by the soyle Where as the Bacchies, folke of Corinth with the double Seas, Betweene unequall Havons twaine did reere a towne for ease. Betweene the fountaines of Cyane and Arethuse of Pise An arme of Sea that meetes enclosde with narrow homes there lies. Of this the Poole callde Cyane which beareth greatest fame Among the Nymphes of Sicilie did algates take the name. Who vauncing hir unto 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 have sought hir courteously and not enforst hir so. And if I may with great estates my simple things compare, Anapus was in love with me: but yet he did not fare As you doe now with Proserpine. He was content to woo And I unforst and unconstreind consented him untoo. 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 up his dreadfull Steedes did smight his royall mace With violence in the bottome of the Poole in that same place. The ground streight yeelded 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 ravishment Of Proserpine against hir will, as also the contempt Against hir fountaines priviledge, did shrowde in secret hart An inward corsie comfortlesse, which never did depart Untill she melting into teares consumde away with smart. The selfesame waters of the which she was but late ago The mighty Goddesse, now she pines and wastes hirselfe into. Ye might have seene hir limmes wex lithe, ye might have bent hir bones. Hir nayles wext soft: and first of all did melt the smallest ones: As haire and fingars, legges and feete: for these same slender parts Doe quickly into water turne, and afterward converts To water, shoulder, backe, brest, side: and finally in stead Of lively bloud, within hir veynes corrupted there was spred Thinne water: so that nothing now remained whereupon Ye might take holde, to water all consumed was anon. The carefull mother in the while did seeke hir daughter deare Through all the world both Sea and Land, and yet was nere the neare. The Morning with hir deawy haire hir slugging never found, Nor yet the Evening star that brings the night upon the ground. Two seasoned Pynetrees 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 overwrought She caught a thirst: no liquor yet had come within hir throte. By chaunce she spied nere at hand a pelting thatched Cote Wyth peevish 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 Flaxe and Coriander seede 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 greedie gut. The Goddesse being wroth 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 have much powre to worken scathe, His bodie in a little roume togither knit she hathe. For as with pretie Lucerts he in facion doth agree: So than the Lucert somewhat lesse in every poynt is he. The poore old woman was amazde: and bitterly she wept: She durst not touche the uncouth worme, who into corners crept. And of the flecked spottes like starres that on his hide are set A name agreeing thereunto in Latine doth he get. It is our Swift whose skinne with gray and yellow specks is fret. What Lands and Seas the Goddesse sought it were too long to saine. The worlde did want. And so she went to Sicill backe againe. And as in going every where she serched busily, She also came to Cyane: who would assuredly Have tolde hir all things, had she not transformed bene before. But mouth and tongue for uttrance now would serve hir turne no more. Howbeit a token manifest she gave hir for to know What was become of Proserpine. Her girdle she did show Still hovering 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 advertisde 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 unthankfull everychone, Yea and unworthy of the fruites bestowed them upon. But bitterly above 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 seede, and eke forbade the fieldes to yeelde their frute. The plenteousnesse of that same lie of which there went suche bruit Through all the world, lay dead: the come 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 foules did eate The come in ground: the Tines and Briars did overgow the Wheate. And other wicked weedes the corne continually annoy, Which neyther tylth nor toyle of man was able to destroy. Then Arethuse, floud Alpheys love, lifts from hir Elean waves Hir head, and shedding to hir eares hir deawy haire that waves 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 deserves no punishment. Unwillingly, God wote, She opened to the Ravisher that violently hir smote. It is not sure my native soyle for which I thus entreate. I am but here a sojourner, my native 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 favour to the same. A time will one day come when you to mirth may better frame, And have your heart more free from care, which better serve me may To tell you why I from my place so great a space doe stray, And unto Ortygie am brought through so great Seas and waves. The ground doth give me passage free, and by the lowest caves Of all the Earth I make my way, and here I raise my heade, And looke upon the starres agayne neare out of knowledge fled. Now while I underneath the Earth the Lake of Styx did passe, I saw your daughter Proserpine with these same eyes. She was Not merrie, neyther rid of feare as seemed by hir cheere. But yet a Queene, but yet of great God Dis the stately Feere: But yet of that same droupie Realme the chiefe and sovereigne Peere. Hir mother stoode as starke as stone, when she these newes did heare, And long she was like one that in another worlde had beene. But when hir great amazednesse by greatnesse of hir teene Was put aside, she gettes hir to hir Chariot by and by And up to heaven in all post haste immediately doth stie. And there beslowbred all hir face: hir haire about hir eares, To royall Jove in way of plaint this spightfull tale she beares: As well for thy bloud as for mine a suter unto thee I hither come. If no regard may of the mother bee Yet let the childe hir father move, and have not lesser care Of hir (I pray) bicause that I hir in my bodie bare. Behold our daughter whome I sought so long is found at last: If finding you it terme, when of recoverie meanes is past. Or if you finding do it call to have a knowledge where She is become. Hir ravishment we might consent to beare, So restitution might be made. And though there were to me No interest in hir at all, yet forasmuche as she Is yours, it is unmeete she be bestowde upon a theefe. Jove aunswerde thus: My daughter is a Jewell deare and leefe: A collup of mine owne flesh cut as well as out of thine. But if we in our heartes can finde things rightly to define, This is not spight but love. And yet Madame in faith I see No cause of such a sonne in law ashamed for to bee, So you contented were therewith. For put the case that hee Were destitute of all things else, how greate a matter ist Joves brother for to be? but sure in him is nothing mist. Nor he inferior is to me save only that by lot The Heavens to me, the Helles to him the destnies did allot. But if you have so sore desire your daughter to divorce, Though she againe to Heaven repayre I doe not greatly force. But yet conditionly that she have tasted there no foode: For so the destnies have decreed. He ceaste: and Ceres stoode Full bent to fetch hir daughter out: but destnies hir withstoode, Bicause the Maide had broke hir fast. For as she hapt one day In Plutos Ortyard rechlessely from place to place to stray, She gathering from a bowing tree a ripe Pownegarnet, tooke Seven kernels out and sucked them. None chaunst hereon to looke, Save onely one Ascalaphus whome Orphne, erst a Dame Among the other Elves of Hell not of the basest fame, Bare to hir husbande Acheron within hir duskie den. He sawe it, and by blabbing it ungraciously as then, Did let hir from returning thence. A grievous sigh the Queene Of Hell did fetch, and of that wight that had a witnesse beene Against hir made a cursed Birde. Upon his face she shead The water of the Phlegeton: and by and by his head Was nothing else but Beake and Downe, and mightie glaring eyes. Quight altred from himselfe betweene two yellow wings he flies. He groweth chiefly into head and hooked talants long And much adoe he hath to flaske his lazie wings among. The messenger of Morning was he made, a filthie fowle, A signe of mischiefe unto men, the sluggish skreching Owle. This person for his lavish tongue and telling tales might seeme To have deserved punishment. But what should men esteeme To be the verie cause why you, Acheloes daughters, weare Both feete and feathers like to Birdes, considering that you beare The upper partes of Maidens still? And commes it so to passe Bicause when Ladie Proserpine a gathering flowers was, Ye Meremaides kept hir companie? Whome after you had sought Through all the Earth in vaine, anon of purpose that your thought Might also to the Seas be knowen, ye wished that ye might Upon the waves with hovering wings at pleasure rule your flight, And had the Goddes to your request so pliant, that ye found With yellow feathers out of hand your bodies clothed round: Yet lest that pleasant tune of yours ordeyned to delight The hearing, and so high a gift of Musicke perish might For want of uttrance, humaine voyce to utter things at will And countnance of virginitie remained to you still. But meane betweene his brother and his heavie sister goth God Jove, and parteth equally the yeare betweene them both. And now the Goddesse Proserpine indifferently doth reigne Above and underneath the Earth, and so doth she remaine One halfe yeare with hir mother and the resdue with hir Feere. Immediatly she altred is as well in outwarde cheere As inwarde minde. For where hir looke might late before appeere Sad even to Dis, hir countnance now is full of mirth and grace Even like as Phebus having put the watrie cloudes to chace, Doth shew himselfe a Conqueror with bright and shining face. Then fruitfull Ceres voide of care in that she did recover Hir daughter, prayde thee, Arethuse, the storie to discover, What caused thee to fleete so farre and wherefore thou became A sacred spring? The waters whist. The Goddesse of the same Did from the bottome of the Well hir goodly head up reare. And having dried with hir hand hir faire greene hanging heare, The River Alpheys auncient loves she thus began to tell. I was (quoth she) a Nymph of them that in Achaia dwell. There was not one that earnester the Lawndes and forests sought Or pitcht hir toyles more handsomly. And though that of my thought It was no part, to seeke the fame of beautie: though I were All courage: yet the pricke and prise of beautie I did beare. My overmuch commended face was unto me a spight. This gift of bodie in the which another would delight, I, rudesbye, was ashamed of: me thought it was a crime To be belikte. I beare it well in minde that on a time In comming wearie from the chase of Stymphalus, the heate Was fervent, and my traveling had made it twice as great. I founde a water neyther deepe nor shallow which did glide Without all noyse, so calme that scarce the moving might be spide. And throughly to the very ground it was so crispe and cleare, That every little stone therein did plaine aloft appeare. The horie Sallowes and the Poplars growing on the brim Unset, upon the shoring bankes did cast a shadow trim. I entred in, and first of all I deeped but my feete: And after to my knees. And not content to wade so fleete, I put off all my clothes, and hung them on a Sallow by And threw my selfe amid the streame, which as I dallyingly Did beate and draw, and with my selfe a thousand maistries trie, In casting of mine armes abrode and swimming wantonly: I felt a bubling in the streame I wist not how nor what, And on the Rivers nearest brim I stept for feare. With that, O Arethusa, whither runst? and whither runst thou, cride Floud Alphey from his waves againe with hollow voyce. I hide Away unclothed as I was. For on the further side My clothes hung still. So much more hote and eger then was he, And for I naked was, I seemde the readier for to be. My running and his fierce pursuite was like as when ye se The sillie Doves with quivering wings before the Gossehauke stie, The Gossehauke sweeping after them as fast as he can flie. To Orchomen, and Psophy land, and Cyllen I did holde Out well, and thence to Menalus and Erymanth the colde, And so to Ely. All this way no ground of me he wonne. But being not so strong as he, this restlesse race to runne I could not long endure, and he could hold it out at length. Yet over plaines and wooddie hilles (as long as lasted strength) And stones, and rockes, and desert groundes I still maintaind my race. The Sunne was full upon my backe. I saw before my face A lazie shadow: were it not that feare did make me see't. But certenly he feared me with trampling of his feete: And of his mouth the boystous breath upon my hairlace blew. Forwearied with the toyle of flight: Helpe, Diane, I thy true And trustie Squire (I said) who oft have caried after thee Thy bow and arrowes, now am like attached for to bee. The Goddesse moved, tooke a cloude of such as scattred were And cast upon me. Hidden thus in mistie darkenesse there The River poard upon me still and hunted round about The hollow cloude, for feare perchaunce I should have scaped out. And twice not knowing what to doe he stalkt about the cloude Where Diane had me hid, and twice he called out aloude: Hoe Arethuse, hoe Arethuse. What heart had I poore wretch then? Even such as hath the sillie Lambe that dares not stirre nor quetch when He heares the howling of the Wolfe about or neare the foldes, Or such as hath the squatted Hare that in hir foorme beholdes The hunting houndes on every side, and dares not move a whit, He would not thence, for why he saw no footing out as yit. And therefore watcht he narrowly the cloud and eke the place. A chill colde sweat my sieged limmes opprest, and downe apace From all my bodie steaming drops did fall of watrie hew. Which way so ere I stird my foote the place was like a stew. The deaw ran trickling from my haire. In halfe the while I then Was turnde to water, that I now have tolde the tale agen. His loved waters Alphey knew, and putting off the shape Of man the which he tooke before bicause I should not scape, Returned to his proper shape of water by and by Of purpose for to joyne with me and have my companie. But Delia brake the ground, at which I sinking into blinde Bycorners, up againe my selfe at Ortigie doe winde, Right deare to me bicause it doth Dianas surname beare, And for bicause to light againe I first was raysed there. Thus far did Arethusa speake: and then the fruitfull Dame Two Dragons to hir Chariot put, and reyning hard the same, Midway beweene the Heaven and Earth she in the Ayer went, And unto Prince Triptolemus hir lightsome Chariot sent To Pallas Citie lode with come, commaunding him to sowe Some part in ground new broken up, and some thereof to strow In ground long tillde before. Anon the yong man up did stie And flying over Europe and the Realme of Asias hie, Alighted in the Scithian land. There reyned in that coast A King callde Lyncus, to whose house he entred for to host. And being there demaunded how and why he thither came, And also of his native soyle and of his proper name, I hight (quoth he) Triptolemus and borne was in the towne Of Athens in the land of Greece, that place of high renowne. I neyther came by Sea nor Lande, but through the open Aire I bring with me Dame Ceres giftes which being sowne in faire And fertile fields may fruitfull Harvests yeelde and finer fare. The savage King had spight, and to th'intent that of so rare And gracious gifts himselfe might seeme first founder for to be, He entertainde him in his house, and when asleepe was he, He came upon him with a sword: but as he would have killde him, Dame Ceres turnde him to a Lynx, and waking tother willde him His sacred Teemeware through the Ayre to drive abrode agen. The chiefe of us had ended this hir learned song, and then The Nymphes with one consent did judge that we the Goddesses Of Helicon had wonne the day. But when I sawe that these Unnurtred Damsels overcome began to fall a scolding, I sayd: so little sith to us you thinke your selves beholding, For bearing with your malapertnesse in making chalenge, that Besides your former fault, ye eke doe fall to rayling flat, Abusing thus our gentlenesse: we will from hence proceede The punishment, and of our wrath the rightfull humor feede. Euippyes daughters grinnd and jeerde and set our threatnings light. But as they were about to prate, and bent their fistes to smight Theyr wicked handes with hideous noyse, they saw the stumps of quilles New budding at their nayles, and how their armes soft feather hilles. Eche saw how others mouth did purse and harden into Bill, And so becomming uncouth Birdes to haunt the woods at will. For as they would have clapt their handes their wings did up them heave, And hanging in the Ayre the scoldes of woods did Pies them leave. Now also being turnde to Birdes they are as eloquent As ere they were, as chattring still, as much to babling bent. Tritonia unto all these wordes attentive hearing bendes, And both the Muses learned song and rightfull wrath commendes. And thereupon within hir selfe this fancie did arise: It is no matter for to prayse: but let our selfe devise Some thing to be commended for: and let us not permit Our Majestie to be despisde without revenging it. And therewithall she purposed to put the Lydian Maide Arachne to hir neckeverse who (as had to hir bene saide) Presumed to prefer hir selfe before hir noble grace In making cloth. This Damsell was not famous for the place In which she dwelt, nor for hir stocke, but for hir Arte. Hir Sier Was Idmon, one of Colophon, a pelting Purple Dier. Hir mother was deceast: but she was of the baser sort, And egall to hir Make in birth, in living, and in port. But though this Maide were meanly borne, and dwelt but in a shed At little Hypep: yet hir trade hir fame abrode did spred Even all the Lydian Cities through. To see hir wondrous worke The Nymphes that underneath the Vines of shadie Tmolus lurke Their Vineyards oftentimes forsooke. So did the Nymphes also About Pactolus oftentimes their golden streames forgo. And evermore it did them good not only for to see Hir clothes already made, but while they eke a making bee Such grace was in hir workmanship. For were it so that shee The newshorne fleeces from the sheepe in bundels deftly makes, Or afterward doth kemb the same, and drawes it out in flakes Along like cloudes, or on the Rocke doth spinne the handwarpe woofe, Or else embroydreth, certenly ye might perceive by proofe She was of Pallas bringing up, which thing she nathelesse Denyeth, and disdaining such a Mistresse to confesse, Let hir contend with me, she saide: and if she me amend I will refuse no punishment the which she shall extend. Minerva tooke an olde wives shape and made hir haire seeme gray, And with a staffe hir febled limmes pretended for to stay. Which done, she thus began to speake: Not all that age doth bring We ought to shonne. Experience doth of long continuance spring. Despise not mine admonishment. Seeke fame and chiefe report For making cloth, and Arras worke, among the mortall sort. But humbly give the Goddesse place: and pardon of hir crave For these thine unadvised wordes. I warrant thou shalt have Forgivenesse, if thou aske it hir. Arachne bent hir brewes And lowring on hir, left hir worke: and hardly she eschewes From flying in the Ladies face. Hir countnance did bewray Hir moodie minde: which bursting forth in words she thus did say: Thou commest like a doting foole: thy wit is spent with yeares: Thy life hath lasted over long as by thy talke appeares. And if thou any daughter have, or any daughtrinlawe, I would she heard these wordes of mine: I am not such a Daw, But that without thy teaching I can well ynough advise My selfe. And lest thou shouldest thinke thy words in any wise Availe, the selfesame minde I keepe with which I first begonne. Why commes she not hirselfe I say? this matche why doth she shonne? Then said the Goddesse: Here she is. And therewithall she cast Hir oldewives riveled shape away, and shewde hir selfe at last Minerva like. The Nymphes did streight adore hir Majestie. So did the yong newmaried wives that were of Migdonie. The Maiden only unabasht woulde nought at all relent. But yet she blusht and sodenly a ruddynesse besprent Hir cheekes which wanzd away againe, even like as doth the Skie Looke sanguine at the breake of day, and turneth by and by To white at rising of the Sunne. As hote as any fire She sticketh to hir tackling still. And through a fond desire Of glorie, to hir owne decay all headlong forth she runnes. For Pallas now no lenger warnes, ne now no lenger shunnes Ne seekes the chalenge to delay. Immediatly they came And tooke their places severally, and in a severall frame Eche streynde a web, the warpe whereof was fine. The web was tide Upon a Beame. Betweene the warpe a stay of reede did slide. The woofe on sharpened pinnes was put betwixt the warp, and wrought With fingars. And as oft as they had through the warpe it brought, They strake it with a Boxen combe. Both twayne of them made hast: And girding close for handsomnesse their garments to their wast Bestirde their cunning handes apace. Their earnestnesse was such As made them never thinke of paine. They weaved verie much Fine Purple that was dide in Tyre, and colours set so trim That eche in shadowing other seemde the very same with him. Even like as after showres of raine when Phebus broken beames Doe strike upon the Cloudes, appeares a compast bow of gleames Which bendeth over all the Heaven: wherein although there shine A thousand sundry colours, yet the shadowing is so fine, That looke men nere so wistly, yet beguileth it their eyes: So like and even the selfsame thing eche colour seemes to rise Whereas they meete, which further off doe differ more and more. Of glittring golde with silken threede was weaved there good store. And stories put in portrayture of things done long afore. Minerva painted Athens towne and Marsis rocke therein, And all the strife betweene hirselfe and Neptune, who should win The honor for to give the name to that same noble towne. In loftie thrones on eyther side of Jove were settled downe Six Peeres of Heaven with countnance grave and full of Majestie, And every of them by his face discerned well might be. The Image of the mightie Jove was Kinglike. She had made Neptunus standing striking with his long thre tyned blade Upon the ragged Rocke: and from the middle of the clift She portrayd issuing out a horse, which was the noble gift For which he chalengde to himselfe the naming of the towne. She picturde out hirselfe with shielde and Morion on hir crowne With Curet on hir brest, and Speare in hand with sharpened ende. She makes the Earth (the which hir Speare doth seeme to strike) to sende An Olyf tree with fruite thereon: and that the Gods thereat Did wonder: and with victorie she finisht up that plat. Yet to th'intent examples olde might make it to be knowne To hir that for desire of praise so stoutly helde hir owne, What guerdon she shoulde hope to have for hir attempt so madde, Foure like contentions in the foure last corners she did adde. The Thracians Heme and Rodope the formost corner hadde: Who being sometime mortall folke usurpt to them the name Of Jove and Juno, and were turnde to mountaines for the same. A Pigmie womans piteous chaunce the second corner shewde, Whome Juno turned to a Crane (bicause she was so lewde As for to stand at strife with hir for beautie) charging hir Against hir native countriefolke continuall war to stir. The thirde had proude Antigone, who durst of pride contende In beautie with the wife of Jove: by whome she in the ende Was turned to a Storke. No whit availed hir the towne Of Troy, or that Laomedon hir father ware a crowne, But that she, clad in feathers white, hir lazie wings must flap. And with a bobbed Bill bewayle the cause of hir missehap. The last had chyldelesse Cinyras: who being turnde to stone, Was picturde prostrate on the grounde, and weeping all alone, And culling fast betweene his armes a Temples greeces fine To which his daughters bodies were transformde by wrath divine. The utmost borders had a wreath of Olyf round about, And this is all the worke the which Minerva portrayd out. For with the tree that she hirselfe had made but late afore She bounded in hir Arras cloth, and then did worke no more. The Lydian maiden in hir web did portray to the full How Europe was by royall Jove beguilde in shape of Bull. A swimming Bull, a swelling Sea, so lively had she wrought, That Bull and Sea in very deede ye might them well have thought. The Ladie seemed looking backe to landwarde and to crie Upon hir women, and to feare the water sprinkling hie, And shrinking up hir fearfull feete. She portrayd also there Asteriee struggling with an Erne which did away hir beare. And over Leda she had made a Swan his wings to splay. She added also how by Jove in shape of Satyr gaye The faire Antiope with a paire of children was besped: And how he tooke Amphitrios shape when in Alcmenas bed He gate the worthie Hercules: and how he also came To Danae like a shoure of golde, to Aegine like a flame, A sheepeherd to Mnemosyne, and like a Serpent sly To Proserpine. She also made Neptunus leaping by Upon a Maide of Aeolus race in likenesse of a Bull, And in the streame Enipeus shape begetting on a trull The Giants Othe and Ephialt, and in the shape of Ram Begetting one Theophane Bisalties ympe with Lam, And in a lustie Stalions shape she made him covering there Dame Ceres with the yellow lockes, and hir whose golden heare Was turnde to crawling Snakes: on whome he gate the winged horse. She made him in a Dolphins shape Melantho to enforce. Of all these things she missed not their proper shapes, nor yit The full and just resemblance of their places for to hit. In likenesse of a Countrie cloyne was Phebus picturde there, And how he now ware Gossehaukes wings, and now a Lions heare. And how he in a shepeherdes shape was practising a wile The daughter of one Macarie, dame Issa, to beguile. And how the faire Erygone by chaunce did suffer rape By Bacchus who deceyved hir in likenesse of a grape. And how that Saturne in the shape of Genet did beget The double Chiron. Round about the utmost Verdge was set A narrow Traile of pretie floures with leaves of Ivie fret. Not Pallas, no, nor spight it selfe could any quarrell picke To this hir worke: and that did touch Minerva to the quicke. Who thereupon did rende the cloth in pieces every whit, Bicause the lewdnesse of the Gods was biased so in it. And with an Arras weavers combe of Box she fiercely smit Arachne on the forehead full a dozen times and more. The Maide impacient in hir heart, did stomacke this so sore, That by and by she hung hirselfe. Howbeit as she hing, Dame Pallas pitying hir estate, did stay hir in the string From death, and said: Lewde Callet live: but hang thou still for mee. And lest hereafter from this curse that time may set thee free, I will that this same punishment enacted firmely bee, As well on thy posteritie for ever as on thee. And after when she should depart, with juice of Hecats flowre She sprinkled hir: and by and by the poyson had such powre, That with the touch thereof hir haire, hir eares, and nose did fade: And verie small it both hir heade and all hir bodie made. In steade of legs, to both hir sides sticke fingars long and fine: The rest is bellie. From the which she nerethelesse doth twine A slender threede, and practiseth in shape of Spider still The Spinners and the Websters crafts of which she erst had skill. All Lydia did repine hereat, and of this deede the fame Through Phrygie ran, and through the world was talking of the same. Before hir mariage Niobe had knowen hir verie well, When yet a Maide in Meonie and Sipyle she did dwell. And yet Arachnes punishment at home before hir eyes, To use discreter kinde of talke it could hir not advise, Nor (as behoveth) to the Gods to yeelde in humble wise. For many things did make hir proud. But neyther did the towne The which hir husband builded had, nor houses of renowne Of which they both descended were, nor yet the puissance Of that great Realme wherein they reignde so much hir minde enhaunce (Although the liking of them all did greatly hir delight) As did the offspring of hir selfe. And certenly she might Have bene of mothers counted well most happie, had she not So thought hir selfe. For she whome sage Tyresias had begot, The Prophet Manto, through instinct of heavenly powre, did say These kinde of wordes in open strete: Ye Thebanes go your way Apace, and unto Laton and to Latons children pray, And offer godly Frankinsence, and wreath your haire with Bay. Latona by the mouth of me commaundes you so to do. The Thebane women by and by obeying thereunto, Deckt all their heades with Laurell leaves as Manto did require, And praying with devout intent threw incense in the fire. Beholde out commeth Niobe environde with a garde Of servaunts and a solemne traine that followed afterward. She was hirselfe in raiment made of costly cloth of golde Of Phrygia facion verie brave and gorgeous to beholde. And of hir selfe she was right faire and beautifull of face, But that hir wrathfull stomake then did somewhat staine hir grace. She moving with hir portly heade hir haire the which as then Did hang on both hir shoulders loose, did pawse a while, and when Wyth loftie looke hir stately eyes she rolled had about: What madnesse is it (quoth she) to prefer the heavenly rout Of whome ye doe but heare, to such as daily are in sight? Or why should Laton honored be with Altars? Never wight To my most sacred Majestie did offer incense. Yit My Father was that Tantalus whome only as most fit The Gods among them at their boordes admitted for to sit. A sister of the Pleyades is my mother. Finally My Graundsire on the mothers side is that same Atlas hie That on his shoulders beareth up the heavenly Axeltree. Againe my other Graundfather is Jove, and (as you see) He also is my Fathrinlawe, wherein I glorie may. The Realme of Phrygia here at hand doth unto me obay. In Cadmus pallace I thereof the Ladie doe remaine And joyntly with my husbande I as peerlesse Princesse reigne Both over this same towne whose walles my husbands harpe did frame, And also over all the folke and people in the same. In what soever corner of my house I cast mine eye, A worlde of riches and of goods I everywhere espie. Moreover for the beautie, shape, and favor growen in me, Right well I know I doe deserve a Goddesse for to be. Besides all this, seven sonnes I have and daughters seven likewise, By whome shall shortly sonneinlawes and daughtrinlawes arise. Judge you now if that I have cause of statelynesse or no. How dare ye then prefer to me Latona that same fro The Titan Ceus ympe, to whome then readie downe to lie The hugy Earth a little plot to childe on did denie? From Heaven, from Earth, and from the Sea your Goddesse banisht was, And as an outcast through the world from place to place did passe, Untill that Delos pitying hir, sayde Thou doste fleete on land And I on Sea, and thereupon did lende hir out of hand A place unstable. Of two twinnes there brought abed was she: And this is but the seventh part of the issue borne by me. Right happie am I. Who can this denie? and shall so still I Continue. Who doth doubt of that? Abundance hath and will Preserve me. I am greater than that frowarde fortune may Empeache me. For although she should pull many things away, Yet should she leave me many more. My state is out of feare. Of thys my huge and populous race surmise you that it were Possible some of them should misse: yet can I never be So spoyled that no mo than two shall tarie styll with me. Leave quickly thys lewde sacrifice, and put me off this Bay That on your heads is wreathed thus. They laide it streight away And left their holie rites undone, and closely as they may With secret whispring to themselves to Laton they dyd pray. How much from utter barrennesse the Goddesse was: so much Disdeind she more: and in the top of Cynthus framed such Complaint as this to both hir twinnes. Lo I your mother deare, Who in my bodie once you twaine with painefull travail beare, Loe I whose courage is so stout as for to yeelde to none Of all the other Goddesses except Joves wife alone, Am lately doubted whether I a Goddesse be or no. And if you helpe not, children mine, the case now standeth so That I the honor must from hence of Altars quight forgo. But this is not mine only griefe. Besides hir wicked fact Most railing words hath Niobe to my defacing rackt. She durst prefer hir Barnes to you. And as for me, she naamde Me barren in respect of hir, and was no whit ashaamde To shewe hir fathers wicked tongue which she by birth doth take. This said: Latona was about entreatance for to make. Cease off (quoth Phebus) long complaint is nothing but delay Of punishment, and the selfesame wordes did Phebe also say. And by and by they through the Ayre both gliding swiftly downe, On Cadmus pallace hid in cloudes did light in Thebe towne. A fielde was underneath the wall both levell, large and wide, Betrampled every day with horse that men therin did ride, Where store of Carres and Horses hoves the cloddes to dust had trode. A couple of Amphions sonnes on lustie coursers rode In this same place. Their horses faire Coperisons did weare Of scarlet: and their bridles brave with golde bedecked were. Of whome as Niobs eldest sonne Ismenos hapt to bring His horse about, and reynde him in to make him keepe the ring, He cride alas: and in his brest with that an arrow stacke And by and by hys dying hand did let the bridle slacke. And on the right side of the horse he slipped to the ground. The second brother Sipylus did chaunce to heare the sound Of Quivers clattring in the Ayre, and giving streight the reyne And spur togither to his horse, began to flie amayne: As doth the master of a ship: who when he sees a shoure Approching, by some mistie cloud that ginnes to gloume and loure Doth clap on all his sayles bicause no winde should scape him by Though nere so small. Howbeit as he turned for to flie, He was not able for to scape the Arrow which did stricke Him through the necke. The nocke thereof did shaking upward sticke, The head appeared at his throte. And as he forward gave Himselfe in flying: so to ground he groveling also drave, And toppled by the horses mane and feete amid his race, And with his warme newshedded bloud berayed all the place. But Phedimus, and Tantalus, the heir of the name Of Tantalus, his Graundfather, who customably came From other dailie exercise to wrestling, had begun To close, and eache at other now with brest to brest to run, When Phebus Arrow being sent with force from streyned string Did strike through both of them as they did fast togither cling. And so they sighed both at once, and both at once for paine Fell downe to ground, and both of them at once their eyes did streine To see their latest light, and both at once their ghostes did yeelde. Alphenor this mischaunce of theirs with heavie heart behelde, And scratcht and beate his wofull brest: and therewith flying out To take them up betweene his armes, was as he went about This worke of kindly pitie, killde. For Phebus with a Dart Of deadly dint did rive him through the Bulke and brake his hart. And when the steale was plucked out, a percell of his liver Did hang upon the hooked heade: and so he did deliver His life and bloud into the Ayre departing both togither. But Damasicthon (on whose heade came never scissor) felt Mo woundes than one. It was his chaunce to have a grievous pelt Upon the verie place at which the leg is first begun And where the hamstrings by the joynt with supple sinewes run And while to draw this arrow out he with his hand assaide, Another through his wezant went, and at the feathers staide. The bloud did drive out this againe, and spinning high did spout A great way off, and pierst the Ayre with sprinkling all about. The last of all Ilionie with streched handes, and speche Most humble (but in vaine) did say: O Gods I you beseche Of mercie all in generall. He wist not what he saide Ne how that unto all of them he ought not to have praide. The God that helde the Bow in hande was moved: but as then The Arrow was alredie gone so farre, that backe agen He could not call it. Neerthelesse the wound was verie small Of which he dide, for why his heart it did but lightly gall. The rumor of the mischiefe selfe, and mone of people, and The weeping of hir servants gave the mother t'understand The sodaine stroke of this mischaunce. She wondred verie much And stormed also that the Gods were able to doe such A deede, or durst attempt it, yea she thought it more than right That any of them over hir should have so mickle might. Amphion had fordone himselfe alreadie with a knife, And ended all his sorrowes quite togither with his life. Alas, alas how greatly doth this Niobe differ here From tother Niobe who alate disdaining any Pere Did from Latonas Altars drive hir folke, and through the towne With haultie looke and stately gate went pranking up and downe, Then spighted at among hir owne, but piteous now to those: That heretofore for hir deserts had bene hir greatest foes. She falleth on the corses colde, and taking no regard, Bestowde hir kysses on hir sonnes as whome she afterwarde Did know she never more shoulde kisse. From whome she lifting thoe Hir blew and broosed armes to heaven sayd: O thou cruell foe Latona, feede, yea feede thy selfe I say upon my woe And overgorge thy stomacke, yea and glut thy cruell hart With these my present painefull pangs of bitter griping smart. In corses seven I seven times deade am caried to my grave. Rejoyce thou foe and triumph now in that thou seemste to have The upper hande. What? upper hand? no no it is not so. As wretched as my case doth seeme, yet have I left me mo Than thou for all thy happinesse canst of thine owne account. Even after all these corses yet I still doe thee surmount. Upon the ende of these same wordes the twanging of the string In letting of the Arrow flie was clearly heard: which thing Made every one save Niobe afraide. Hir heart was so With sorrowe hardned, that she grew more bolde. Hir daughters tho Were standing all with mourning weede and hanging haire before Their brothers coffins. One of them in pulling from the sore An Arrow sticking in his heart, sanke downe upon hir brother With mouth to mouth, and so did yeelde hir fleeting ghost. Another In comforting the wretched case and sorrow of hir mother Upon the sodaine helde hir peace. She stricken was within With double wound: which caused hir hir talking for to blin And shut hir mouth: but first hir ghost was gone. One all in vaine Attempting for to scape by flight was in hir flying slaine. Another on hir sisters corse doth tumble downe starke dead. This quakes and trembles piteously, and she doth hide hir head. And when that sixe with sundrye woundes dispatched were and gone, At last as yet remained one: and for to save that one, Hir mother with hir bodie whole did cling about hir fast, And wrying hir did over hir hir garments wholy cast: And cried out: O leave me one: this little one yet save: Of many but this only one the least of all I crave. But while she prayd, for whome she prayd was kild. Then down she sate Bereft of all hir children quite, and drawing to hir fate, Among hir daughters and hir sonnes and husband newly dead. Hir cheekes waxt hard, the Ayre could stirre no haire upon hir head. The colour of hir face was dim and clearly voide of blood, And sadly under open lids hir eyes unmoved stood. In all hir bodie was no life. For even hir verie tung And palat of hir mouth was hard, and eche to other clung. Hir Pulses ceased for to beate, hir necke did cease to bow, Hir armes to stir, hir feete to go, all powre forwent as now. And into stone hir verie wombe and bowels also bind. But yet she wept: and being hoyst by force of whirling wind Was caried into Phrygie. There upon a mountaines top She weepeth still in stone. From stone the drerie teares do drop. Then all both men and women fearde Latonas open ire I And far with greater sumptuousnesse and earnester desire Did worship the great majestie of this their Goddesse who Did beare at once both Phebus and his sister Phebe too. And through occasion of this chaunce, (as men are wont to do In cases like) the people fell to telling things of old Of whome a man among the rest this tale ensuing told. The auncient folke that in the fieldes of fruitfull Lycia dwelt Due penance also for their spight to this same Goddesse felt. The basenesse of the parties makes the thing it selfe obscure. Yet is the matter wonderfull. My selfe I you assure Did presently beholde the Pond, and saw the very place In which this wondrous thing was done. My father then in case, Not able for to travell well by reason of his age, To fetch home certaine Oxen thence made me to be his page, Appointing me a countryman of Lycia to my guide. With whome as I went plodding in the pasture groundes, I spide Amids a certaine Pond an olde square Aultar colourd blacke With cinder of the sacrifice that still upon it stacke. About it round grew wavering Reedes. My guide anon did stay: And softly, O be good to me, he in himselfe did say. And I with like soft whispering did say, Be good to mee. And then I askt him whether that the Altar wee did see Belonged to the Waternymphes, or Faunes or other God Peculiar to the place it selfe upon the which we yod. He made me aunswere thus: My guest, no God of countrie race Is in this Altar worshipped. That Goddesse claymes this place, From whome the wife of mightie Jove did all the world forfend: When wandring restlesse here and there full hardly in the end Unsetled Delos did receyve then floting on the wave, As tide and weather to and fro the swimming Iland drave. There maugre Juno (who with might and main against hir strave) Latona staying by a Date and Olyf tree that sted In travail, of a paire of twinnes was safely brought abed. And after hir delivrance folke report that she for feare Of Junos wrath did flie from hence, and in hir armes did beare Hir babes which afterwarde became two Gods. In which hir travell In Sommer when the scorching Sunne is wont to burne the gravell Of Lycie countrie where the fell Chymera hath his place, The Goddesse wearie with the long continuance of hir race, Waxt thirstie by the meanes of drought with going in the Sunne. Hir babes had also suckt hir brestes as long as milke wold runne. By chaunce she spide this little Pond of water here bylow. And countrie Carles were gathering there these Osier twigs that grow So thicke upon a shrubbie stalke: and of these rushes greene: And flags that in these moorish plots so rife of growing beene. She comming hither kneeled downe the water up to take To coole hir thirst. The churlish cloynes forfended hir the Lake. Then gently said the Goddesse: Sirs, why doe you me forfend The water? Nature doth to all in common water send. For neither Sunne, nor Ayre, nor yet the Water private bee, I seeke but that which natures gift hath made to all things free. And yet I humbly crave of you to graunt it unto mee. I did not go about to wash my werie limmes and skin, I would but only quench my thirst. My throte is scalt within For want of moysture: and my chappes and lippes are parching drie: And scarsly is there way for wordes to issue out thereby. A draught of water will to me be heavenly Nectar now. And sure I will confesse I have received life of you. Yea in your giving of a drop of water unto mee, The case so standeth as you shall preserve the lives of three. Alas let these same sillie soules that in my bosome stretch Their little armes (by chaunce hir babes their pretie dolles did retch) To pitie move you. What is he so hard that would not yeeld To this the gentle Goddesses entreatance meeke and meeld? Yet they for all the humble wordes she could devise to say, Continued in their willfull moode of churlish saying nay, And threatned for to sende hir thence onlesse she went away, Reviling hir most spightfully. And not contented so, With handes and feete the standing Poole they troubled to and fro, Until with trampling up and downe maliciously, the soft And slimie mud that lay beneath was raised up aloft. With that the Goddesse was so wroth that thirst was quight forgot. And unto such unworthie Carles hirselfe she humbleth not: Ne speaketh meaner wordes than might beseeme a Goddesse well. But holding up hir handes to heaven: For ever mought you dwell In this same Pond, she said: hir wish did take effect with speede. For underneath the water they delight to be in deede. Now dive they to the bottome downe, now up their heades they pop, Another while with sprawling legs they swim upon the top. And oftentimes upon the bankes they have a minde to stond, And oftentimes from thence againe to leape into the Pond. And there they now doe practise still their filthy tongues to scold And shamelessely (though underneath the water) they doe hold Their former wont of brawling still amid the water cold. Their voices stil are hoarse and harsh, their throtes have puffed goles, Their chappes with brawling widened are, their hammer headed Jowls Are joyned to their shoulders just, the neckes of them doe seeme Cut off, the ridgebone of their backe stickes up of colour greene. Their paunch which is the greatest part of all their trunck is gray, And so they up and downe the Pond made newly Frogges doe play. When one of Lyce (I wote not who) had spoken in this sort, Another of a Satyr streight began to make report, Whome Phebus overcomming on a pipe (made late ago By Pallas) put to punishment. Why flayest thou me so, Alas, he cride, it irketh me. Alas a sorie pipe Deserveth 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 every part, the sinewes lay discovered to the eye, The quivering veynes without a skin lay beating nakedly. The panting bowels in his bulke ye might have 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 sheepe, Or grazed cattell thereabouts, did for this Satyr weepe. The fruitfull earth waxt moyst therewith, and moysted did receyve Their teares, and in hir bowels deepe did of the same conceyve. And when that she had turned them to water, by and by She sent them forth againe aloft to see the open Skie. The River that doth rise thereof beginning there his race, In verie deepe and shoring bankes to Seaward runnes apace 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 every man through all the Citie moornde For that Amphion was destroyde with all his issue so. But all the fault and blame was laide upon the mother tho. For hir alonly Pelops mournde (as men report) and hee In opening of his clothes did shewe that everie man might see His shoulder on the left side bare of Ivorie for to bee. This shoulder at his birth was like his tother both in hue And flesh, untill his fathers handes most wickedly him slue, And that the Gods when they his limmes againe togither drue, To joyne them in their proper place and forme by nature due, Did finde out all the other partes, save only that which grue Betwene the throteboll and the arme, which when they could not get This other made of Ivorie white in place therof 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 under Pelops charge, And Calydon unhated 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 meete at hand, Or which do bound upon 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 savage people lay In siege before their famous waHes 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. And sith he was so puissant in men and ready coyne, And came of mightie Marsis race, Pandion sought to joyne Aliance with him by and by, and gave him to his Feere His daughter Progne. At this match (as after will appeare) Was neyther Juno, President of mariage wont to bee, Nor Hymen, no nor any one of all the graces three. The Furies snatching Tapers up 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 upon the bedsteds top right over 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 abed. All Thracia did rejoyce at them, and thankt their Gods, and willd 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 behoves. The Sunne had now outworne Five Harvests, and by course five times had run his yearly race, When Progne flattring Tereus saide: If any love or grace Betweene us be, send eyther me my sister for to see, Or finde the meanes that hither she may come to visit mee. 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 see. Immediatly the King commaundes his shippes aflote to bee. And shortly after, what with sayle and what with force of Ores, In Athens haven he arrives and landes at Pyrey shores. As soone 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 seene, she should with speede be sent agen: When (see the chaunce) came Philomele in raiment very rich, And yet in beautie farre more rich, even 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 come on fire, Or burne a stacke of hay. Hir face in deede deserved love. But as for him, to fleshly lust even nature did him move. For of those countries commonly the people are above 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 servants with reward: Or for to bribe hir Nurce, that she should slenderly regarde Hir dutie to hir mistresseward. And rather than to fayle, The Ladie even hirselfe with gifts he minded to assayle, And all his kingdome for to spend, or else by force of hand To take hir, and in maintenance thereof by sword to stand. There was not under heaven the thing but that he durst it prove, So far unable was he now to stay his lawlesse love. Delay was deadly. Backe againe with greedie minde he came Of Prognes errands for to talke: and underneath the same He workes his owne ungraciousnesse. Love gave him power to frame His talke at will. As oft as he demaunded out of square, Upon his wives importunate desire himselfe he bare. He also wept: as though his wife had willed that likewise. O God, what blindnesse doth the heartes of mortall men disguise? By working mischiefe Tereus gets him credit for to seeme A loving man, and winneth praise by wickednesse extreeme. Yea and the foolish Philomele the selfesame thing desires. Who hanging on hir fathers necke with flattring armes, requires Against hir life and for hir life his licence for to go To see hir sister. Tereus beholdes hir wistly tho, And in beholding handles hir with heart. For when he saw Hir kisse hir father, and about his necke hir armes to draw, They all were spurres to pricke him forth, and wood to feede his fire, And foode of forcing nourishment to further his desire. As oft as she hir father did betweene hir armes embrace, So often wished he himselfe hir father in that case. For nought at all should that in him have wrought the greater grace. Hir father could not say them nay, they lay at him so sore. Right glad thereof was Philomele and thanked him therefore. And wretched wench she thinkes she had obtained such a thing, As both to Progne and hir selfe should joy and comfort bring, When both of them in verie deede should afterward it rew. To endward of his daily race and travell Phebus drew, And on the shoring side of Heaven his horses downeward flew. A princely supper was prepaarde, and wine in golde was set: And after meate to take their rest the Princes did them get. But though the King of Thrace that while were absent from hir sight, Yet swelted he: and in his minde revolving all the night Hir face, hir gesture, and hir hands, imaginde all the rest (The which as yet he had not seene) as likte his fancie best. He feedes his flames himselfe. No winke could come within his eyes, For thinking ay on hir. As soone as day was in the skies, Pandion holding in his hand the hand of Tereus prest To go his way, and sheading teares betooke him thus his guest: Deare sonneinlaw I give thee here (sith godly cause constraines) This Damsell. By the faith that in thy Princely heart remaines, And for our late aliance sake, and by the Gods above, I humbly thee beseche that as a Father thou doe love And maintaine hir, and that as soone as may be (all delay Will unto me seeme over long) thou let hir come away, The comfort of my carefull age on whome my life doth stay. And thou my daughter Philomele (it is inough ywis That from hir father set so farre thy sister Progne is) If any sparke of nature doe within thy heart remayne, With all the haaste and speede thou canst returne to me againe. In giving charge he kissed hir: and downe his cheekes did raine The tender teares, and as a pledge of faith he tooke the right Handes of them both, and joyning them did eche to other plight, Desiring them to beare in minde his commendations to His daughter and hir little sonne. And then with much adoe For sobbing, at the last he bad adew as one dismaid. The foremisgiving of his minde did make him sore afraid. As soone as Tereus and the Maide togither were aboord, And that their ship from land with Ores was haled on the foord, The fielde is ours, he cride aloude, I have the thing I sought And up he skipt, so barbrous and so beastly was his thought, That scarce even there he could forbeare his pleasure to have wrought. His eye went never off of hir: as when the scarefull Erne With hooked talants trussing up a Hare among the Ferne, Hath laid hir in his nest, from whence the prisoner can not scape, The ravening fowle with greedie eyes upon his pray doth gape. Now was their journey come to ende: now were they gone aland In Thracia, when that Tereus tooke the Ladie by the hand, And led hir to a pelting graunge that peakishly did stand In woods forgrowen. There waxing pale and trembling sore for feare, And dreading all things, and with teares demaunding sadly where Hir sister was, he shet hir up: and therewithall bewraide His wicked lust, and so by force bicause she was a Maide And all alone he vanquisht hir. It booted nought at all That she on sister, or on Sire, or on the Gods did call. She quaketh like the wounded Lambe which from the Wolves hore teeth New shaken thinkes hir selfe not safe: or as the Dove that seeth Hir fethers with hir owne bloud staynde, who shuddring still doth feare The greedie Hauke that did hir late with griping talants teare. Anon when that this mazednesse was somewhat overpast, She rent hir haire, and beate hir brest, and up to heavenward cast Hir hands in mourningwise, and said: O cankerd Carle, O fell And cruell Tyrant, neyther could the godly teares that fell Adowne my fathers cheekes when he did give thee charge of mee, Ne of my sister that regarde that ought to be in thee, Nor yet my chaaste virginitie, nor conscience of the lawe Of wedlocke, from this villanie thy barbrous heart withdraw? Is made a Cucqueane: and thy selfe through this offence of thee Art made a husband to us both, and unto me a foe, Behold thou hast confounded all. My sister thorough mee A just deserved punishment for lewdly doing so. But to th'intent, O perjurde wretch, no mischiefe may remaine Unwrought by thee, why doest thou from murdring me refraine? Would God thou had it done before this wicked rape. From hence Then should my soule most blessedly have gone without offence. But if the Gods doe see this deede, and if the Gods, I say, Be ought, and in this wicked worlde beare any kinde of sway And if with me all other things decay not, sure the day Will come that for this wickednesse full dearly thou shalt pay. Yea I my selfe rejecting shame thy doings will bewray. And if I may have power to come abrode, them blase I will In open face of all the world. Or if thou keepe me still As prisoner in these woods, my voyce the verie woods shall fill, And make the stones to understand. Let Heaven to this give care And all the Gods and powers therein if any God be there. The cruell tyrant being chaaft and also put in feare With these and other such hir wordes, both causes so him stung, That drawing out his naked sworde that at his girdle hung, He tooke hir rudely by the haire, and wrung hir hands behind hir, Compelling hir to holde them there while he himselfe did bind hir. When Philomela sawe the sworde, she hoapt she should have dide, And for the same hir naked throte she gladly did provide. But as she yirnde and called ay upon hir fathers name, And strived to have spoken still, the cruell tyrant came And with a paire of pinsons fast did catch hir by the tung, And with his sword did cut it off. The stumpe whereon it hung Did patter still. The tip fell downe and quivering on the ground As though that it had murmured it made a certaine sound. And as an Adders tayle cut off doth skip a while: even so The tip of Philomelaas tongue did wriggle to and fro, And nearer to hir mistresseward in dying still did go. And after this most cruell act, for certaine men report That he (I scarcely dare beleve) did oftentimes resort To maymed Philomela and abusde hir at his will: Yet after all this wickednesse he keeping countnance still, Durst unto Progne home repaire. And she immediatly Demaunded where hir sister was. He sighing feynedly Did tell hir falsly she was dead: and with his suttle teares He maketh all his tale to seeme of credit in hir eares. Hir garments glittring all with golde she from hir shoulders teares And puts on blacke, and setteth up an emptie Herce, and keepes A solemne obite for hir soule, and piteously she weepes And waileth for hir sisters fate who was not in such wise As that was, for to be bewailde. The Sunne had in the Skies Past through the twelve celestiall signes, and finisht full a yeare. But what should Philomela doe? She watched was so neare That start she could not for hir life. The walles of that same graunge Were made so high of maine hard stone, that out she could not raunge. Againe hir tunglesse mouth did want the utterance of the fact. Great is the wit of pensivenesse, and when the head is rakt With hard misfortune, sharpe forecast of practise entereth in. A warpe of white upon a frame of Thracia she did pin, And weaved purple letters in betweene it, which bewraide The wicked deede of Tereus. And having done, she praide A certaine woman by hir signes to beare them to hir mistresse. She bare them and deliverde them not knowing nerethelesse What was in them. The Tyrants wife unfolded all the clout, And of hir wretched fortune red the processe whole throughout. She held hir peace (a wondrous thing it is she should so doe) But sorrow tide hir tongue, and wordes agreeable unto Hir great displeasure were not at commaundment at that stound. And weepe she could not. Ryght and wrong she reckeneth to confound, And on revengement of the deede hir heart doth wholy ground. It was the time that wives of Thrace were wont to celebrate The three yeare rites of Bacchus which were done a nighttimes late. A nighttimes soundeth Rhodope of tincling pannes and pots: A nighttimes giving up hir house abrode Queene Progne trots Disguisde like Bacchus other froes and armed to the proofe With all the frenticke furniture that serves for that behoofe. Hir head was covered with a vine. About hir loose was tuckt A Reddeeres skin, a lightsome Launce upon hir shoulder ruckt. In post gaddes terrible Progne through the woods, and at hir heeles A flocke of froes. And where the sting of sorrow which she feeles Enforceth hir to furiousnesse, she feynes it to proceede Of Bacchus motion. At the length she finding out in deede The outset Graunge howlde out, and cride, Now well, and open brake The gates, and streight hir sister thence by force of hand did take, And veyling hir in like attire of Bacchus, hid hir head With Ivie leaves, and home to Court hir sore amazed led. As soone as Philomela wist she set hir foote within That cursed house, the wretched soule to shudther did begin, And all hir face waxt pale. Anon hir sister getting place Did pull off Bacchus mad attire, and making bare hir face Embraced hir betweene hir armes. But she considering that Queene Progne was a Cucqueane made by meanes of hir, durst nat Once raise hir eyes: but on the ground fast fixed helde the same. And where she woulde have taken God to witnesse that the shame And villanie was wrought to hir by violence, she was fayne To use hir hand in stead of speache. Then Progne chaaft amaine, And was not able in hir selfe hir choler to restraine. But blaming Philomela for hir weeping, said these wordes: Thou must not deale in this behalfe with weeping, but with swordes: Or with some thing of greater force than swords. For my part, I Am readie, yea and fully bent all mischiefe for to trie. This pallace will I eyther set on fire, and in the same Bestow the cursed Tereus the worker of our shame: Or pull away his tongue: or put out both his eyes: or cut Away those members which have thee to such dishonor put: Or with a thousand woundes expulse that sinfull soule of his. The thing that I doe purpose on is great, what ere it is. I know not what it may be yet. While Progne hereunto Did set hir minde, came Itys in, who taught hir what to doe. She staring on him cruelly, said: Ah, how like thou art Thy wicked father, and without moe wordes a sorowfull part She purposed, such inward ire was boyling in hir heart. But notwithstanding when hir sonne approched to hir neare, And lovingly had greeted hir by name of mother deare, And with his pretie armes about the necke had hugde hir fast, And flattring wordes with childish toyes in kissing forth had cast, The mothers heart of hirs was then constreyned to relent, Asswaged wholy was the rage to which she erst was bent, And from hir eyes against hir will the teares enforced went. But when she saw how pitie did compell hir heart to yeelde, She turned to hir sisters face from Itys, and behelde Now t'one, now tother earnestly and said: Why tattles he And she sittes dumbe bereft of tongue? as well why calles not she Me sister, as this boy doth call me mother? Seest thou not, Thou daughter of Pandion, what a husband thou hast got? Thou growest wholy out of kinde. To such a husband as Is Tereus, pitie is a sinne. No more delay there was. She dragged Itys after hir, as when it happes in Inde A Tyger gets a little Calfe that suckes upon a Hynde And drags him through the shadie woods. And when that they had found A place within the house far off and far above the ground, Then Progne strake him with a sword now plainly seeing whother He should, and holding up his handes, and crying mother, mother, And flying to hir necke: even where the brest and side doe bounde, And never turnde away hir face. Inough had bene that wound Alone to bring him to his ende. The tother sister slit His throte. And while some life and soule was in his members yit, In gobbits they them rent: whereof were some in Pipkins boyld, And other some on hissing spits against the fire were broyld, And with the gellied bloud of him was all the chamber foyld. To this same banquet Progne bade hir husband knowing nought Nor nought mistrusting of the harme and lewdnesse she had wrought. And feyning a solemnitie according to the guise Of Athens, at the which there might be none in any wise Besides hir husband and hir selfe, she banisht from the same Hir householde folke and sojourners, and such as guestwise came. King Tereus sitting in the throne of his forefathers, fed And swallowed downe the selfesame flesh that of his bowels bred. And he (so blinded was his heart) Fetch Itys hither, sed. No lenger hir most cruell joy dissemble could the Queene. But of hir murther coveting the messenger to beene, She said: The thing thou askest for, thou hast within. About He looked round, and asked where? To put him out of dout, As he was yet demaunding where, and calling for him: out Lept Philomele with scattred haire aflaight like one that fled Had from some fray where slaughter was, and threw the bloudy head Of Itys in his fathers face. And never more was shee Desirous to have had hir speache, that able she might be Hir inward joy with worthie wordes to witnesse franke and free. The tyrant with a hideous noyse away the table shoves: And reeres the fiends from Hell. One while with yawning mouth he proves To perbrake up his meate againe, and cast his bowels out. Another while with wringing handes he weeping goes about. And of his sonne he termes himselfe the wretched grave. Anon With naked sword and furious heart he followeth fierce upon Pandions daughters. He that had bene present would have deemde Their bodies to have hovered up with fethers. As they seemde, So hovered they with wings in deede. Of whome the one away To woodward flies, the other still about the house doth stay. And of their murther from their brestes not yet the token goth, For even still yet are stainde with bloud the fethers of them both. And he through sorrow and desire of vengeance waxing wight, Became a Bird upon whose top a tuft of feathers light In likenesse of a Helmets crest doth trimly stand upright. In stead of his long sword, his bill shootes out a passing space: A Lapwing named is this Bird, all armed seemes his face. The sorrow of this great mischaunce did stop Pandions breath Before his time, and long ere age determinde had his death. Erecthey reigning after him the government did take: A Prince of such a worthinesse as no man well can make Resolution, if he more in armes or justice did excell. Foure sonnes, and daughters foure he had. Of which a couple well Did eche in beautie other match. The one of these whose name Was Procris unto Cephalus, King Aeolus sonne, became A happie wife. The Thracians and King Tereus were a let To Boreas: so that long it was before the God could gt His dearbeloved Orithya, while trifling he did stand With faire entreatance rather than did use the force of hand. But when he saw he no reliefe by gentle meanes could finde, Then turning unto boystous wrath (which unto that same winde Is too familiar and too much accustomed by kinde) He said: I served am but well: for whylaid I apart My proper weapons, fiercenesse, force, and ire, and cruell hart? And fell to fauning like a foole, which did me but disgrace? For me is violence meete. Through this the pestred cloudes I chace. Through this I tosse the Seas. Through this I turne up knottie Okes, And harden Snow, and beate the ground in hayle with sturdie strokes, When I my brothers chaunce to get in open Ayre and Skie. (For that is my fielde in the which my maisteries I doe trie) I charge upon them with such brunt, that of our meeting smart The Heaven betweene us soundes, and from the hollow Cloudes doth start Enforced fire. And when I come in holes of hollow ground, And fiersly in those emptie caves doe rouse my backe up round, I trouble even the ghostes, and make the verie world to quake. This helpe in wooing of my wife (to speede) I should have take. Erecthey should not have bene prayde my Fatherinlaw to bee: He should have bene compelde thereto by stout extremitie. In speaking these or other wordes as sturdie, Boreas gan To flaske his wings. With waving of the which he raysed than So great a gale, that all the earth was blasted therewithall, And troubled was the maine brode Sea. And as he traylde his pall Bedusted over highest tops of things, he swept the ground. And having now in smokie cloudes himselfe enclosed round, Betweene his duskie wings he caught Orithya straught for feare, And like a lover, verie soft and easly did hir beare. And as he flew, the flames of love enkindled more and more By meanes of stirring. Neither did he stay his flight before He came within the land and towne of Cicons with his pray. And there soone after being made his wife she hapt to lay Hir belly, and a paire of boyes she at a burthen brings, Who else in all resembled full their mother, save in wings The which they of their father tooke. Howbeit (by report) They were not borne with wings upon their bodies in this sort. While Calais and Zetes had no beard upon their chin, They both were callow. But as soone as haire did once begin In likenesse of a yellow Downe upon their cheekes to sprout, Then (even as comes to passe in Birdes) the feathers budded out Togither on their pinyons too, and spreaded round about On both their sides. And finally when childhod once was spent And youth come on, togither they with other Minyes went To Colchos in the Galley that was first devisde in Greece, Upon a sea as then unknowen, to fetch the golden fleece. And now in ship of Pagasa the Mynies cut the seas. And leading under endlesse night his age in great disease Of scarcitie was Phiney seene, and Boreas sonnes had chaste Away the Maidenfaced foules that did his victels waste. And after suffring many things in noble Jasons band, In muddie Phasis gushing streame at last they went aland. There while they going to the King demaund the golden fleece Brought thither certaine yeares before by Phryxus out of Greece, And of their dreadfull labors wait an answere to receive: Aeetas daughter in hir heart doth mightie flames conceyve. And after strugling verie long, when reason could not win The upper hand of rage: she thus did in hir selfe begin: In vaine, Medea, doste thou strive: some God what ere he is Against thee bendes his force. For what a wondrous thing is this? Is any thing like this which men doe terme by name of Love? For why should I my fathers hestes esteeme so hard above All measure? sure in very deede they are too hard and sore. Why feare I lest yon straunger whome I never saw before Should perish? what should be the cause of this my feare so great? Unhappie wench (and if thou canst) suppresse this uncouth heat That burneth in thy tender brest: and if so be I coulde, A happie turne it were, and more at ease then be I shoulde. But now an uncouth maladie perforce against my will Doth hale me. Love persuades me one, another thing my skill. The best I see and like: the worst I follow headlong still. Why being of the royall bloud so fondly doste thou rave, Upon a straunger thus to dote, desiring for to have An husband of another world? at home thou mightest finde A lover meete for thine estate on whome to set thy minde. And yet it is but even a chaunce if he shall live or no: God graunt him for to live. I may without offence pray so, Although I lovde him not: for what hath Jason trespast me? Who woulde not pitie Jasons youth onlesse they cruell be? What creature is there but his birth and prowesse might him move? And setting all the rest asyde, who woulde not be in love With Jasons goodlie personage? my heart assuredly Is toucht therewith. But if that I provide not remedie, With burning breath of blasting Bulles needes sindged must he bee. Of seedes that he himselfe must sow a harvest shall he see Of armed men in battell ray upon the ground up grow Against the which it hoveth him his manhode for to show. And as a pray he must be set against the Dragon fell. If I these things let come to passe, I may confesse right well That of a Tyger I was bred: and that within my brest A heart more harde than any steele or stonie rocke doth rest. Why rather doe I not his death with wrathfull eyes beholde? And joy with others seeing him to utter perill solde? Why doe I not enforce the Bulles against him? Why, I say, Exhort I not the cruell men which shall in battell ray Arise against him from the ground? and that same Dragon too Within whose eyes came never sleepe? God shield I so should doo. But prayer smally bootes, except I put to helping hand. And shall I like a Caytife then betray my fathers land? Shall I a straunger save whome we nor none of ours doth know? That he by me preserved may without me homeward row? And take another to his wife, and leave me, wretched wight, To torments? If I wist that he coulde worke me such a spight, Or could in any others love than only mine delight, The Churle should die for me. But sure he beareth not the face Like one that wold doe so. His birth, his courage, and his grace Doe put me clearly out of doubt he will not me deceyve, No nor forget the great good turnes he shall by me receyve. Yet shall he to me first his faith for more assurance plight And solemly he shall be sworne to keepe the covenant right. Why fearste thou now without a cause? step to it out of hand: And doe not any lenger time thus lingring fondly stand. For ay shall Jason thinke himselfe beholding unto thee: And shall thee marrie solemly: yea honored shalt thou bee Of all the Mothers great and small throughout the townes of Greece For saving of their sonnes that come to fetch the golden fleece. And shall I then leave brother, sister, father, kith and kin? And household Gods, and native soyle, and all that is therein? And saile I know not whither with a straunger? Yea: why not? My father surely cruell is, my Countrie rude God wot: My brother yet a verie babe: my sister I dare say Contented is with all hir heart that I should go away: The greatest God is in my selfe: the things I doe forsake Are trifles in comparison of those that I shall take. For saving of the Greekish ship renoumed shall I bee. A better place I shall enjoy with Cities riche and free, Whose fame doth florish fresh even here, and people that excell In civill life and all good Artes: and whome I would not sell For all the goods within the worlde, Duke Aesons noble sonne. Whome had I to my lawfull Feere assuredly once wonne, Most happie yea and blest of God I might my selfe account, And with my head above the starres to heaven I should surmount. But men report that certaine rockes (I know not what) doe meete Amid the waves, and monstrously againe asunder fleete: And how Charybdis, utter foe to ships that passe thereby, Now sowpeth in, now speweth out the Sea incessantly: And ravening Scylla being hemde with cruell dogs about, Amids the gulfe of Sicilie doth make a barking out. What skilleth that? As long as I enjoy the thing I love, And hang about my Jasons necke, it shall no whit me move To saile the daungerous Seas: as long as him I may embrace I cannot surely be afraide in any kinde of case. Or if I chaunce to be afraide, my feare shall only tende But for my husband. Callste thou him thy husband? Doste pretende Gay titles to thy foule offence, Medea? nay not so: But rather looke about how great a lewdnesse thou doste go, And shun the mischiefe while thou mayst. She had no sooner said These wordes, but right and godlinesse and shamefastnesse were staid Before hir eyes, and frantick love did flie away dismaid. She went me to an Altar that was dedicate of olde To Perseys daughter Hecate (of whome the witches holde As of their Goddesse) standing in a thicke and secrete wood So close it coulde not well be spide: and now the raging mood Of furious love was well alaide and clearely put to flight: When spying Aesons sonne, the flame that seemed quenched quight Did kindle out of hand againe. Hir cheekes began to glowe, And flushing over all hir face the scarlet bloud did flowe. And even as when a little sparke that was in ashes hid, Uncovered with the whisking windes is from the ashes rid, Eftsoones it taketh nourishment and kindleth in such wise, That to his former strength againe and flaming it doth rise: Even so hir quailed love which late ye would have thought had quight Bene vanisht out of minde, as soone as Jason came in sight Did kindle to his former force in vewing of the grace With which he did avaunce himselfe then comming there in place. And (as it chaunced) farre more faire and beautifull of face She thought him then than ever erst, but sure it doth behove Hir judgement should be borne withall bicause she was in love. She gapte and gazed in his face with fixed staring eyen As though she never had him seene before that instant time. So farre she was beside hir selfe she thought it should not bee The face of any worldly wight the which she then did see. She was not able for hir life to turne hir eyes away, But when he tooke hir by the hand and speaking gan to pray Hir softly for to succor him, and promisde faithfully To take hir to his wedded wife, she falling by and by A weeping, said: Sir, what I doe I see apparantly. Not want of knowledge of the truth but love shall me deceive. You shalbe saved by my meanes. And now I must receive A faithfull promise at your hand for saving of your life. He made a solemne vow, and sware to take hir to his wife, By triple Hecates holie rites, and by what other power So ever else had residence within that secret bower, And by the Sire of him that should his Fathrinlaw become Who all things doth behold, and as he hopte to overcome The dreadfull daungers which he had soone after to assay. Duke Jason being credited receivde of hir streight way Enchaunted herbes: and having learnde the usage of the same, Departed thence with merrie heart, and to his lodging came. Next Morne had chaste the streaming stars: and folke by heapes did flocke To Marsis sacred field, and there stoode thronging in a shocke, To see the straunge pastimes. The King most stately to beholde With yvorie Mace above them all did sit in throne of golde. Anon the brazenhoved Bulles from stonie nostrils cast Out flakes of fire: their scalding breath the growing grasse did blast. And looke what noise a chimney full of burning fewell makes, Or Flint in softning in the Kell when first the fire it takes By sprincling water thereupon: such noyse their boyling brests Turmoyling with the firie flames enclosed in their chests, Such noise their scorched throtebolles make. Yet stoutly Jason went To meete them. They their dreadfull eyes against him grimly bent, ' And eke their homes with yron tipt: and strake the dust about In stamping with their cloven clees: and with their belowing out Set all the fielde upon a smoke. The Mynies seeing that Were past their wits with sodaine feare, but Jason feeled nat So much as any breath of theirs: such strength hath sorcerie. Their dangling Dewlaps with his hand he coyd unfearfully. And putting yokes upon their neckes he forced them to draw The heavie burthen of the plough which erst they never saw, And for to breake the fielde which erst had never felt the share. The men of Colchos seeing this, like men amazed fare. The Mynies with their shouting out their mazednesse augment, And unto Jason therewithall give more encouragement. Then in a souldiers cap of steele a Vipers teeth he takes, And sowes them in the new plowde fielde. The ground then soking makes The seede foresteepte in poyson strong, both supple lithe and soft, And of these teeth a right straunge graine there growes anon aloft. For even as in the mothers wombe an infant doth begin To take the lively shape of man, and formed is within To due proportion piece by piece in every limme, and when Full ripe he is, he takes the use of Aire with other men: So when that of the Vipers teeth the perfect shape of man Within the bowels of the earth was formed, they began To rise togither orderly upon the fruitefull fielde: And (which a greater wonder is) immediatly they wielde Their weapons growing up with them, whom when the Greekes behilde Preparing for to push their Pikes (which sharply headed were) In Jasons face, downe went their heades, their heartes did faint for feare: And also she that made him safe began abasht to bee. For when against one naked man so huge an armie shee Beheld of armed enmies bent, hir colour did abate And sodainly both voyd of bloud and livelie heate she sate. And lest the chaunted weedes the which she had him given before Should faile at neede, a helping charme she whispred overmore, And practisde other secret Artes the which she kept in store. He casting streight a mightie stone amid his thickest foes, Doth voyde the battell from him selfe and turnes it unto those. These earthbred brothers by and by did one another wound And never ceased till that all lay dead upon the ground. The Greekes were glad, and in their armes did clasp their Champion stout, And clinging to him earnestly embraced him about. And thou fond Medea too couldst well have found in hart The Champion for to have embraste, but that withheld thou wart By shamefastnesse, and yet thou hadst embraced him, if dread Of stayning of thine honor had not staid thee in that stead. But yet as far forth as thou maist, thou doste in heart rejoyce, And secretly (although without expressing it in voyce) Doste thanke thy charmes and eke the Gods as Authors of the same. Now was remaining as the last conclusion of this game, By force of chaunted herbes to make the watchfull Dragon sleepe Within whose eyes came never winke: who had in charge to keepe The goodly tree upon the which the golden fleeces hung. With crested head, and hooked pawes, and triple spirting tung, Right ougly was he to beholde. When Jason had besprent Him with the juice of certaine herbes from Lethey River sent, And thrice had mumbled certaine wordes which are of force to cast So sound a sleepe on things that even as dead a time they last, Which make the raging surges calme and flowing Rivers stay, The dreadfull Dragon by and by (whose eyes before that day Wist never erst what sleeping ment) did fall so fast asleepe That Jason safely tooke the fleece of golde that he did keepe. Of which his bootie being proud, he led with him away The Author of his good successe another fairer pray: And so with conquest and a wife he loosde from Colchos strand, And in Larissa haven safe did go againe aland. The auncient men of Thessalie togither with their wives To Church with offrings gone for saving of their childrens lives. Great heapes of fuming frankincense were fryed in the flame And vowed Bulles to sacrifice with homes faire gilded came. But from this great solemnitie Duke Aeson was away, Now at deathes door and spent with yeares. Then Jason thus gan say: O wife to whome I doe confesse I owe my life in deede, Though al things thou to me hast given, and thy deserts exceede Beleife: yet if enchauntment can, (for what so hard appeares Which strong enchauntment can not doe?) abate thou from my yeares, And add them to my fathers life. As he these wordes did speake, The teares were standing in his eyes. His godly sute did breake Medeas heart: who therewithall bethought hir of hir Sire In leaving whome she had exprest a far unlike desire. But yet bewraying not hir thoughts, she said: O Husband fie, What wickednesse hath scapt your mouth? Suppose you then that I Am able of your life the terme where I will to bestow? Let Hecat never suffer that. Your sute (as well you know) Against all right and reason is. But I will put in proofe A greater gift than you require and more for your behoofe. I will assay your father's life by cunning to prolong, And not with your yeares for to make him yong againe and strong: So our threeformed Goddesse graunt with present helpe to stand A furthrer of the great attempt the which I take in hand. Before the Moone should circlewise close both hir homes in one Three nightes were yet as then to come. As soon as that she shone Most full of light, and did behold the earth with fulsome face, Medea with hir haire not trust so much as in a lace, But flaring on hir shoulders twaine, and barefoote, with hir gowne Ungirded, gate hir out of doores and wandred up and downe Alone the dead time of the night. Both Man, and Beast, and Bird Were fast asleepe: the Serpents slie in trayling forward stird So softly as ye would have thought they still asleepe had bene. The moysting Ayre was whist. No leafe ye could have moving sene. The starres alonly faire and bright did in the welkin shine To which she lifting up hir handes did thrise hirselfe encline: And thrice with water of the brooke hir haire besprincled shee: And gasping thrise she opte hir mouth: and bowing downe hir knee Upon the bare hard ground, she said: O trustie time of night Most faithfull unto privities, O golden starres whose light Doth jointly with the Moone succeede the beames that blaze by day And thou three headed Hecate who knowest best the way To compasse this our great attempt and art our chiefest stay: Ye Charmes and Witchcrafts, and thou Earth which both with herbe and weed Of mightie working furnishest the Wizardes at their neede: Ye Ayres and windes: ye Elves of Hilles, of Brookes, of Woods alone, Of standing Lakes, and of the Night approche ye everychone. Through helpe of whom (the crooked bankes much wondring at the thing) I have compelled streames to run cleane backward to their spring. By charmes I make the calme Seas rough, and make the rough Seas plaine, And cover all the Skie with Cloudes and chase them thence againe. By charmes I raise and lay the windes, and burst the Vipers jaw. And from the bowels of the Earth both stones and trees doe draw. Whole woods and Forestes I remove: I make the Mountaines shake, And even the Earth it selfe to grone and fearfully to quake. I call up dead men from their graves: and thee lightsome Moone I darken oft, though beaten brasse abate thy perill soone. Our Sorcerie dimmes the Morning faire, and darkes the Sun at Noone. The flaming breath of firie Bulles ye quenched for my sake And caused their unwieldie neckes the bended yoke to take. Among the Earthbred brothers you a mortall war did set And brought asleepe the Dragon fell whose eyes were never shet. By meanes whereof deceiving him that had the golden fleece In charge to keepe, you sent it thence by Jason into Greece. Now have I neede of herbes that can by vertue of their juice To flowring prime of lustie youth old withred age reduce. I am assurde ye will it graunt. For not in vaine have shone These twincling starres, ne yet in vaine this Chariot all alone By drought of Dragons hither comes. With that was fro the Skie A Chariot softly glaunced downe, and stayed hard thereby. As soone as she had gotten up, and with hir hand had coyd The Dragons reined neckes, and with their bridles somewhat toyd, They mounted with hir in the Ayre, whence looking downe she saw The pleasant Temp of Thessalie, and made hir Dragons draw To places further from resort: and there she tooke the view What herbes on high mount Pelion, and what on Ossa grew, And what on mountaine Othris and on Pyndus growing were, And what Olympus (greater than mount Pyndus far) did beare. Such herbes of them as liked hir she pullde up roote and rinde Or cropt them with a hooked knife. And many she did finde Upon the bankes of Apidane agreeing to hir minde: And many at Amphrisus foords: and thou Enipeus eke Didst yeelde hir many pretie weedes of which she well did like. Peneus and Sperchius streames contributarie were, And so were Boebes rushie bankes of such as growed there. About Anthedon which against the Ile Euboea standes, A certaine kind of lively grasse she gathered with her handes, The name whereof was scarsly knowen or what the herbe could doe Untill that Glaucus afterward was chaunged thereinto. Nine dayes with winged Dragons drawen, nine nights in Chariot swift She searching everie field and frith from place to place did shift. She was no sooner home returnde but that the Dragons fell Which lightly of hir gathered herbes had taken but the smell, Did cast their sloughes and with their sloughes their riveled age forgo. She would none other house than heaven to hide hir head as tho: But kept hir still without the doores: and as for man was none That once might touch hir. Altars twayne of Turfe she builded: one Upon hir left hand unto Youth, another on the right To tryple Hecat. Both the which as soone as she had dight With Vervain and with other shrubbes that on the fieldes doe rise, Not farre from thence she digde two pits: and making sacrifice Did cut a couple of blacke Rams throtes and filled with their blood The open pits, on which she pourde of warme milke pure and good A boll full, and another boll of honie clarifide. And babling to hir selfe therewith full bitterly she cride On Pluto and his ravisht wife the sovereigne states of Hell, And all the Elves and Gods that on or in the Earth doe dwell, To spare olde Aesons life a while, and not in hast deprive His limmes of that same aged soule which kept them yet alive. Whome when she had sufficiently with mumbling long besought, She bade that Aesons feebled corse should out of doores be brought Before the Altars. Then with charmes she cast him in so deepe A slumber, that upon the herbes he lay for dead asleepe. Which done she willed Jason thence a great way off to go And likewise all the Ministers that served hir as tho: And not presume those secretes with unhallowed eyes to see. They did as she commaunded them. When all were voyded, shee With scattred haire about hir eares like one of Bacchus froes Devoutly by and by about the burning Altars goes: And dipping in the pits of bloud a sort of clifted brandes Upon the Altars kindled them that were on both hir handes. And thrise with brimstone, thrise with fire, and thrise with water pure She purged Aesons aged corse that slept and slumbred sure. The medicine seething all the while a wallop in a pan Of brasse, to spirt and leape aloft and gather froth began. There boyled she the rootes, seedes, flowres, leaves, stalkes and juice togither Which from the fieldes of Thessalie she late had gathered thither. She cast in also precious stones fetcht from the furthest East And, which the ebbing Ocean washt, fine gravell from the West. She put thereto the deaw that fell upon a Monday night: And flesh and feathers of a Witch, a cursed odious wight Which in the likenesse of an Owle abrode a nightes did flie, And Infants in their cradels chaunge or sucke them that they die. The singles also of a Wolfe which when he list could take The shape of man, and when he list the same againe forsake. And from the River Cyniphis which is in Lybie lande She had the fine sheere scaled filmes of water snayles at hand. And of an endlesselived hart the liver had she got, To which she added of a Crowe that then had lived 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 tree, and jumbling all togither Did raise the bottome to the brim: and as she stirred hither And thither with the withered sticke, behold it waxed greene. Anon the leaves came budding out: and sodenly were seene 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 juice: the which when Aeson tho Had at his mouth or at his wounde receyved 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 unwieldsome age to youth he backward drew: Even so a lively youthfull spright did in his heart renew. The wonder of this monstrous act had Bacchus seene from hie, And finding that to youthfull yeares his Nurses might thereby Restored bee, did at hir hand receive it as a gift. And lest deceitfull guile should cease, Medea found a shift To feyne that Jason and hir selfe were falne at oddes in wroth: And thereupon in humble wise to Pelias Court she goth. Where forbicause the King himselfe was feebled 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 Jason, and among the rest as greatest sadly tolde How she had made his father yong that withred was and olde, And taried long upon that point: they hoped glad and faine That their olde father might likewise his youthful yeares regaine. And this they craving 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 gravitie more eger did them make. As soone as she had promisde them to doe it for their sake, For more assurance of my graunt, your selves (quoth she) shall see The oldest Ram in all your flocke a Lambe streight made to bee By force of my confections strong. Immediatly a Ram So olde that no man thereabouts remembred him a Lam Was thither by his warped homes which turned inward 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 homes abridgde his yeares. Anon was plainly heard The bleating of a new yeand Lambe from mid the Ketleward. And as they wondred for to heare the bleating, streight the Lam Leapt out, and frisking ran to seeke the udder 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 having pluckt The Collars from his horses neckes, in Iber had them duckt. And now in Heaven 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 sleepe 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 up his emptie veynes againe with youthfull bloud streight way. Your fathers life is in your handes: it lieth now in you To have him olde and withred still or yong and lustie. Now If any nature in ye be, and that ye doe not feede A fruitelesse hope, your dutie to your father doe with speede. Expulse his age by sword, and let the filthy matter out. Through these persuasions which of them so ever 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 upon 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 aventure smit. He all beweltred in his bloud awaked with the smart, And maimde and mangled as he was did give a sodeyne start Endevoring to have risen up. But when he did beholde Himselfe among so many swordes, he lifting up his olde Pale waryish 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 off 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 up on hie She over shadie Pelion flew where Chyron erst did dwell, And over Othrys and the grounds renoumde 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 undrowned by the shift. She left Aeolian Pytanie upon hir left hand: and The Serpent that became a stone upon the Lesbian sand. And Ida woods where Bacchus hid a Bullocke (as is sayd) In shape of Stag the which his sonne had theevishly convayde. 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 wives of Cos had homes like Oxen on their crowne Such time as Hercles with his hoste departed from the Ile, And Rhodes to Phoebus consecrate: and Ialyse where ere while The Telchines with their noysome sight did every thing bewitch. At which their hainous wickednesse Jove taking rightfull pritch, Did drowne them in his brothers waves. Moreover she did passe By Ceos and olde Carthey walles where Sir Alcidamas Did wonder how his daughter should be turned to a Dove. The Swannie Temp and Hyries Poole she viewed from above, The which a sodeine Swan did haunt. For Phyllie there for love Of Hyries sonne did at his bidding Birdes and Lions tame, And being willde to breake a Bull performed streight the same: Till wrothfull that his love so oft so streightly should him use, When for his last reward he askt the Bull, he did refuse To give it him. The boy displeasde, said: Well: thou wilt anon Repent thou gave it not: and leapt downe headlong from a stone. They all supposde he had bene falne: but being made a Swan With snowie feathers in the Ayre to flacker he began. His mother Hyrie knowing not he was preserved so, Resolved into melting teares for pensivenesse and wo, And made the Poole that beares hir name. Not far from hence doth stand The Citie Brauron, where sometime by mounting from the land With waving pinions Ophyes ympe, dame Combe, did eschue Hir children which with naked swordes to slea hir did pursue. Anon she kend Calaurie fieldes which did sometime pertaine To chast Diana where a King and eke his wife both twaine Were turnde to Birdes. Cyllene hill upon hir right hand stood, In which Menephron like a beast of wilde and savage moode To force his mother did attempt. Far thence she spide where sad Cephisus mourned for his Neece whome Phebus turned had To ugly shape of swelling Seale: and Eumelles pallace faire Lamenting for his sonnes mischaunce with whewling in the Aire. At Corinth with hir winged Snakes at length she did arrive. Here men (so auncient fathers said that were as then alive) Did breede of deawie Mushrommes. But after that hir teene With burning of hir husbands bride by witchcraft wreakt had beene And that King Creons pallace she on blasing fire had seene, And in hir owne deare childrens bloud had bathde hir wicked knife Not like a mother but a beast bereving them of life: Lest Jason should have punisht hir she tooke hir winged Snakes, And flying thence againe in haste to Pallas Citie makes, Which saw the auncient Periphas and rightuous Phiney too Togither flying, and the Neece of Polypemon who Was fastened to a paire of wings as well as t'other two. Aegeus enterteined hir wherein he was to blame Although he had no further gone but staid upon the same. He thought it not to be inough to use hir as his guest Onlesse he tooke hir to his wife. And now was Thesey prest, Unknowne unto his father yet, who by his knightly force Had set from robbers cleare the balke that makes the streight divorce Betweene the seas Ionian and Aegean. To have killde This worthie knight, Medea had a Goblet readie fillde With juice of Flintwoort venemous the which she long ago Had out of Scythie with hir brought. The common bruit is so That of the teeth of Cerberus this Flintwoort first did grow. There is a cave that gapeth wide with darksome entrie low, There goes a way slope downe by which with triple cheyne made new Of strong and sturdie Adamant the valiant Hercle drew The currish Helhounde Cerberus: who dragging arsward still And writhing backe his scowling eyes bicause he had no skill To see the Sunne and open day, for verie moodie wroth Three barkings yelled out at once, and spit his slavering froth Upon the greenish grasse. This froth (as men suppose) tooke roote And thriving in the batling soyle in burgeons forth did shoote, To bane and mischiefe men withall: and forbicause the same Did grow upon the bare hard Flints, folke gave the foresaid name Of Flintwoort thereunto. The King by egging of his Queene Did reach his sonne this bane as if he had his enmie beene. And Thesey of this treason wrought not knowing ought had tane The Goblet at his fathers hand which helde his deadly bane: When sodenly by the Ivorie hilts that were upon his sword Aegeus knew he was his sonne: and rising from the borde Did strike the mischiefe from his mouth. Medea with a charme Did cast a mist and so scapte death deserved for the harme Entended. Now albeit that Aegeus were right glad That in the saving of his sonne so happy chaunce he had, Yet grieved it his heart full sore that such a wicked wight With treason wrought against his sonne should scape so cleare and quight. Then fell he unto kindling fire on Altars everie where And glutted all the Gods with gifts. The thicke neckt Oxen were With garlands wreathd about their homes knockt downe for sacrifice. A day of more solemnitie than this did never rise Before on Athens (by report). The auncients of the Towne Made feastes: so did the meaner sort, and every common clowne. And as the wine did sharpe their wits, they sung this song: O knight Of peerlesse prowesse Theseus, thy manhod and thy might Through all the coast of Marathon with worthie honor soundes, For killing of the Cretish Bull that wasted those same groundes. The folke of Cremyon thinke themselves beholden unto thee. For that without disquieting their fieldes may tilled be. By thee the land of Epidaure behelde the clubbish sonne Of Vulcane dead. By thee likewise the countrie that doth runne Along Cephisus bankes behelde the fell Procrustes slaine. The dwelling place of Ceres, our Eleusis glad and faine, Beheld the death of Cercyon. That orpid Sinis who Abusde his strength in bending trees and tying folke thereto, Their limmes asunder for to teare when loosened from the stops The trees unto their proper place did trice their streyned tops, Was killde by thee. Thou made the way that leadeth to the towne Alcathoe in Beotia cleare by putting Scyron downe. To this same outlawes scattred bones the land denied rest, And likewise did the Sea refuse to harbrough such a guest: Till after floting to and fro long while as men doe say At length they hardened into stones: and at this present day The stones are called Scyrons cliffes. Now if we should account Thy deedes togither with thy yeares, thy deedes would far surmount Thy yeares. For thee, most valiant Prince, these publike vowes we keepe For thee with cherefull heartes we quaffe these bolles of wine so deepe. The Pallace also of the noyse and shouting did resounde The which the people made for joy. There was not to be founde In all the Citie any place of sadnesse. Nathelesse (So hard it is of perfect joy to find so great excesse, But that some sorrow therewithall is medled more or lesse), Aegeus had not in his sonnes recoverie such delight, But that there followed in the necke a piece of fortunes spight. King Minos was preparing war, who though he had great store Of ships and souldiers yet the wrath the which he had before Conceyved in his fathers brest for murthring of his sonne Androgeus made him farre more strong and fiercer for to ronne To rightfull battell to revenge 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 thereupon with flying fleete where passage did permit He went to visit all the Iles that in those seas doe sit. 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 upon 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, feete and bill. A Cadowe is the name of hir. But yet Olyarey, And Didymey, and Andrey eke, and Tene, and Gyarey, And Pepareth where Olive trees most plenteously doe grow, In no wise would agree 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 see A man of such renowne as Minos bruited was to bee. The Kings three sonnes Duke Telamon, Duke Peley, and the yong Duke Phocus went to meete 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 just Revengement of my murthred sonne that sleepeth in the dust. I crave your comfort for his death. Aeginas sonne replide: Thy suite is vaine: and of my Realme perforce must be denide. For unto Athens is no lande more sure than this alide: Such leagues betweene us 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 availe him more. As yet might from Oenopia walles the Cretish fleete be kend. When thitherward with puffed sayles and wind at will did tend A ship from Athens, which anon arriving at the strand Set Cephal with Ambassade from his Countrimen aland. The Kings three sonnes though long it were since last they had him seene, Yet knew they him. And after olde acquaintance eft had beene Renewde by shaking hands, to Court they did him streight convay. This Prince which did allure the eyes of all men by the way, As in whose stately person still remained to be seene The markes of beautie which in flowre of former yeares had beene, Went holding out an Olife braunch that grew in Atticke lande And for the reverence 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 hight. When greeting first had past betweene these Nobles and the King, Then Cephal setting streight abroche the message he did bring, Desired aide: and shewde what leagues stoode then in force betweene His countrie and the Aeginites, and also what had beene Decreed betwixt their aunceters, concluding in the ende That under colour of this war which Minos did pretende To only Athens, he in deede 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 have Your state of Athens seeme so straunge as succor here to crave. I pray commaund. For be ye sure that what this Ile can make Is yours. Yea all that ere I have shall hazard for your sake. I want no strength. I have such store of souldiers, that I may Both vex my foes and also keepe my Realme in quiet stay. And now I thinke me blest of God that time doth serve to showe Without excuse the great good will that I to Athens owe. God holde it sir (quoth Cephalus) God make the number grow Of people in this towne of yours: it did me good alate When such a goodly sort of youth of all one age and rate Did meete me in the streete. But yet me thinkes that many misse Which at my former being here I have beheld ere this. At that the King did sigh, and thus with plaintfull voice did say: A sad beginning afterward 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 lest I seeme to wearie you with overlong delay, The men that you so mindefully enquire for lie in ground And nought of them save bones and dust remayneth to be found. But as it hapt what losse thereby did unto me redound? A cruell plague through Junos wrath who dreadfully did hate This Land that of hir husbands Love did take the name alate, Upon my people fell: as long as that the maladie None other seemde than such as haunts mans nature usually, And of so great mortalitie the hurtfull cause was hid, We strove by Phisicke of the same the Pacients for to rid. The mischief overmaistred Art: yea Phisick was to seeke To doe it selfe good. First the Aire with foggie stinking reeke Did daily overdreepe the earth: and close culme Clouds did make The wether faint: and while the Moone foure times hir light did take And fillde hir emptie homes 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 and flow. And swarmes of Serpents crawld about the fieldes that lay untillde Which with their poison even the brookes and running water fillde. In sodaine dropping downe of Dogs, of Horses, Sheepe and Kine, Of Birds and Beasts both wild and tame as Oxen, Wolves, and Swine, The mischiefe of this secret sore first outwardly appeeres. The wretched Plowman was amazde to see his sturdie Steeres Amid the furrow sinking downe ere halfe his worke was donne. Whole flocks of sheepe did faintly bleate, and therewithall begonne Their fleeces for to fall away and leave 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 grew cowardly: and now forgetting quight The auncient honor which he preast so oft to get in fight, Stoode sighing sadly at the Racke as wayting for to yeelde His wearie life without renowne of combat in the fielde. The Boare to chafe, the Hinde to runne, the cruell Beare to fall Upon the herdes of Rother beastes had now no lust at all. A languishing was falne on all. In wayes, in woods, in plaines, The filthie carions lay, whose stinche, the Ayre it selfe distaines. (A wondrous thing to tell) not Dogges, not ravening Foules, nor yit Horecoted Wolves would once attempt to tast of them a bit. Looke, where they fell, there rotted they: and with their savor bred More harme, and further still abrode the foule infection spred. With losse that touched yet more nere, on Husbandmen it crept, And ragingly within the walles of this great Citie stept. It tooke men first with swelting heate that scalt their guts within: The signes whereof were steaming breath and firie colourde skin. The tongue was harsh and swolne, the mouth through drought of burning veines Lay gaping up to hale in breath, and as the pacient streines To draw it in, he suckes therewith corrupted Aire beside. No bed, no clothes though nere so thinne the pacients could abide. But laide their hardened stomackes flat against the bare colde ground Yet no abatement of the heate therein their bodies found: But het the earth, and as for Leache was none that helpe could hight. The Surgians and Phisitions too were in the selfesame plight. Their curelesse cunning hurt themselves. The nerer any man Approcheth his diseased friend, and doth the best he can To succor him most faithfully, the sooner did he catch His bane. All hope of health was gone. No easment nor dispatch Of this disease except in death and buriall did they finde. Looke, whereunto that eche mans minde and fancie was enclinde, That followed he. He never past what was for his behoofe. For why? that nought could doe them good was felt too much by proofe. In everie place without respect of shame or honestie At Wels, at brookes, at ponds, at pits, by swarmes they thronging lie: But sooner might they quench their life than staunch their thirst thereby. And therewithall so heavie and unwieldie they become, That wanting power to rise againe, they died there. Yet some The selfesame waters guzled still without regard of feare, So weary of their lothsome beds the wretched people were, That out they lept: or if to stand their feeble force denide, They wallowed downe and out of doores immediatly them hide: It was a death to every man his owne house to abide. And for they did not know the cause whereof the sicknesse came, The place (bicause they did it know) was blamed for the same. Ye should have seene some halfe fordead go plundring here and there By highways sides while that their legges were able them to beare. And some lie weeping on the ground or rolling piteously Their wearie eyes which afterwards should never see the Skie: Or stretching out their limmes to Heaven that overhangs on hie, Some here, some there, and yonder some, in what so ever coste Death finding them enforced them to yeelde their fainting Ghoste. What heart had I, suppose you, then, or ought I then to have? In faith I might have lothde my life, and wisht me in my grave As other of my people were. I could not cast mine eie In any place, but that dead folke there strowed I did spie Even like as from a shaken twig when rotten Apples drop, Or Mast from Beches, Holmes or Okes when Poales doe scare their top. Yon stately Church with greeces long against our Court you see: It is the shrine of Jupiter. What Wight was he or shee That on those Altars burned not their frankincense in vaine? How oft, yet even with Frankincense that partly did remaine Still unconsumed in their hands, did die both man and wife, As ech of them with mutuall care did pray for others life? How often dyde the mother there in suing for hir sonne, Unheard upon the Altarstone, hir prayer scarce begonne? How often at the Temple doore even while the Priest did bid His Beades, and poure pure wine betwene their homes, at sodaine slid The Oxen downe without stroke given? Yea once when I had thought My selfe by offring sacrifice Joves favor to have sought, For me, my Realme, and these three ymps, the Oxe with grievous grone Upon the sodaine sunke me downe: and little bloud or none Did issue scarce to staine the knife with which they slit his throte. The sickly inwardes eke had lost the signes whereby we note What things the Gods for certaintie would warne us of before: For even the verie bowels were attainted with the sore. Before the holie Temple doores, and (that the death might bee The more dispitefull) even before the Altars did I see The stinking corses scattred. Some with haltars stopt their winde, By death expulsing feare of death: and of a wilfull minde Did haste their ende, which of it selfe was coming on apace. The bodies which the plague had slaine were (O most wretched case) Not caried forth to buriall now. For why such store there was That scarce the gates were wyde inough for Coffins forth to passe. So eyther lothly on the ground unburied did they lie, Or else without solemnitie were burnt in bonfires hie. No reverence nor regard was had. Men fell togither by The eares for firing. In the fire that was prepared for one Another straungers corse was burnt. And lastly few or none Were left to mourne. The sillie soules of Mothers with their small And tender babes, and age with youth as Fortune did befall Went wandring gastly up and downe unmourned for at all. In fine so farre outrageously this helpelesse Murren raves, There was not wood inough for fire, nor ground inough for graves. Astonied at the stourenesse of so stout a storme of ills I said: O father Jupiter whose mightie power fulfills Both Heaven and Earth, if flying fame report thee not amisse In vouching that thou didst embrace in way of Love ere this The River Asops daughter, faire Aegina even by name, And that to take me for thy sonne thou count it not a shame: Restore thou me my folke againe, or kill thou me likewise. He gave a signe by sodaine flash of lightning from the Skies, And double peale of Thundercracks. I take this same (quoth I) And as I take it for a true and certaine signe whereby Thou doest confirme me for thy sonne: so also let it be A hansell of some happie lucke thou mindest unto me. Hard by us as it hapt that time, there was an Oken tree With spreaded armes as bare of boughes as lightly one shall see. This tree (as all the rest of Okes) was sacred unto Jove And sprouted of an Acorne which was fet from Dodon grove. Here markt we how the pretie Ants, the gatherers up of graine, One following other all along in order of a traine, Great burthens in their little mouthes did painfully sustaine: And nimbly up the rugged barke their beaten path maintaine. As wondring at the swarme I stoode, I said: O father deere As many people give thou me, as Ants are creeping heere. And fill mine empty walles againe. Anon the Oke did quake, And unconstreynde of any blast, his loftie braunches shake, The which did yeeld a certaine sound. With that for dreadfull feare A shuddring through my bodie strake and up stoode stiffe my heare. But yet I kissed reverently the ground and eke the tree. Howbeit I durst not be so bolde of hope acknowne to bee. Yet hoped I: and in my heart did shroude my secret hope. Anon came night: and sleepe upon my carefull carcasse crope. Me thought I saw the selfesame Oke with all his boughes and twigs, And all the Pismeres creeping still upon his tawnts and sprigs, Which trembling with a sodaine brayd these Harvest folke off threw And shed them on the ground about, who on the sodaine grew In bignesse more and more, and from the earth themselves did lift: And stoode upright against the tree: and therewithall did shift Their maygernesse, and coleblacke hue, and number of their feete: And clad their limmes with shape of man. Away my sleepe did fleete. And when I wooke, misliking of my dreame I made my mone That in the Gods I did perceive but slender helpe or none. But straight much trampling up and downe and shuffling did I heare, And (which to me that present time did verie straunge appeare) Of people talking in my house me thought I heard the reare. Now while I musing on the same supposde it to have been Some fancie of the foolish dreame which lately I had seen, Behold, in comes me Telamon in hast, and thrusting ope My Chamber doore, said: Sir, a sight of things surmounting hope And credit shall you have: come forth. Forth came I by and by And even such men for all the world there standing did I spie As in my sleepe I dreamed of, and knew them for the same. They comming to me greeted me, their sovereigne Lord, by name. And I (my vowes to Jove performde) my Citie did devide Among my new inhabiters: and gave them land beside Which by decease of such as were late owners of the same Lay wast. And in remembrance of the race whereof they came, The name of Emets I them gave. Their persons you have seen: Their disposition is the same that erst in them hath been. They are a sparing kinde of folke, on labor wholy set, A gatherer, and a hoorder up of such as they doe get. These fellowes being like in yeares and courage of the minde, Shall go a warfare ny as soone as that the Easterne winde Which brought you hither luckely, (the Easterne winde was it That brought them thither) turning, to the Southerne coast doe flit. With this and other such like talke they brought the day to ende. The Even in feasting, and the night in sleeping they did spende. The Sunne next Morrow in the heaven with golden beames did burne, And still the Easterne winde did blow and hold them from returne. Sir Pallas sonnes to Cephal came (for he their elder was) And he and they to Aeacus Court togither forth did passe. The King as yet was fast asleepe. Duke Phocus at the gate Did meete them, and receyved them according to their state. For Telamon and Peleus alreadie forth were gone, To muster Souldiers for the warres. So Phocus all alone Did leade them to an inner roume, where goodly Parlours were, And caused them to sit them downe. As he was also there Now sitting with them, he beheld a Dart in Cephals hand With golden head, the stele whereof he well might understand Was of some straunge and unknowne tree. When certain talke had past A while of other matters there, I am (quoth he) at last A man that hath delight in woods and loves to follow game And yet I am not able sure by any meanes to ame What wood your Javeling stele is of. Of Ash it can not bee. For then the colour should be browne. And if of Cornell tree, It would be full of knubbed knots. I know not what it is: But sure mine eies did never see a fairer Dart than this. The one of those same brethren twaine replying to him said: Nay then the speciall propertie will make you more dismaid, Than doth the beautie of this Dart. It hitteth whatsoever He throwes it at. The stroke thereof by Chaunce is ruled never. For having done his feate, it flies all bloudie backe agen Without the helpe of any hand. The Prince was earnest then To know the truth of all: as whence so riche a present came, Who gave it him, and whereupon the partie gave the same. Duke Cephal answerde his demaund in all points (one except) The which (as knowne apparantly) for shame he overlept: His beautie namely, for the which he did receive the Dart. And for the losse of his deare wife right pensive at the hart, He thus began with weeping eies: This Dart, O Goddesse sonne, (Ye ill would thinke it) makes me yirne, and long shall make me donne, If long the Gods doe give me life. This weapon hath undonne My deare beloved wife and me. O would to God this same Had never unto me bene given. There was a noble Dame That Procris hight (but you perchaunce have oftner heard the name Of great Orythia whose renowne was bruited so by fame, That blustring Boreas ravisht hir.) To this Orythia shee Was sister. If a bodie should compare in ech degree The face and natures of them both, he could none other deeme But Procris worthier of the twaine of ravishment should seeme. Hir father and our mutuall love did make us man and wife. Men said I had (and so I had in deede) a happie life. Howbeit Gods will was otherwise, for had it pleased him Of all this while, and even still yet in pleasure should I swim. The second Month that she and I by band of lawfull bed Had joynde togither bene, as I my masking Toyles did spred, To overthrow the horned Stags, the early Morning gray Then newly having chased night and gun to breake the day, From Mount Hymettus highest tops that freshly flourish ay, Espide me, and against my will conveyde me quight away. I trust the Goddesse will not be offended that I say The troth of hir. Although it would delight one to beholde Hir ruddie cheekes: although of day and night the bounds she holde: Although on juice of Ambrosie continually she feede: Yet Procris was the only Wight that I did love in deede. On Procris only was my heart: none other word had I But Procris only in my mouth: still Procris did I crie. I upned what a holy thing was wedlocke: and how late It was ago since she and I were coupled in that state. Which band (and specially so soone) it were a shame to breake. The Goddesse being moved at the words that I did speake, Said: Cease thy plaint, thou Carle, and keepe thy Procris still for me. But (if my minde deceyve me not) the time will shortly be That wish thou wilt thou had hir not. And so in anger she To Procris sent me backe againe. In going homeward as Upon the Goddesse sayings with my selfe I musing was, I gan to dreade bad measures lest my wife had made some scape. Hir youthfull yeares begarnished with beautie, grace and shape, In maner made me to beleve the deede already done. Againe hir maners did forbid mistrusting over soone. But I had bene away: but even the same from whom I came A shrewde example gave how lightly wives doe run in blame: But we poore Lovers are afraide of all things. Hereupon I thought to practise feates: which thing repented me anon: And shall repent me while I live. The purpose of my drifts Was for t'assault hir honestie with great rewards and gifts. The Morning fooding this my feare, to further my device, My shape (which thing me thought I felt) had altered with a trice. By meanes whereof anon unknowne to Pallas towne I came, And entred so my house: the house was clearely voide of blame: And shewed signes of chastitie in mourning ever sith Their maister had bene rapt away. A thousand meanes wherewith To come to Procris speach had I devisde: and scarce at last Obteinde I it. As soone as I mine eie upon hir cast, My wits were ravisht in such wise that nigh I had forgot The purposde triall of hir troth. Right much adoe God wot I had to holde mine owne that I the truth bewrayed not. To keepe my selfe from kissing hir full much adoe I had As reason was I should have done. She looked verie sad. And yet as sadly as she lookte, no Wight alive can show A better countenance than did she. Hir heart did inward glow In longing for hir absent spouse. How beautifull a face Thinke you, Sir Phocus, was in hir whome sorrow so did grace? What should I make report how oft hir chast behaviour strave And overcame most constantly the great assaults I gave? Or tell how oft she shet me up with these same words? To one (Where ere he is) I keepe my selfe, and none but he alone Shall sure enjoy the use of me. What creature having his Wits perfect would not be content with such a proofe as this Of hir most stedfast chastitie? I could not be content: But still to purchase to my selfe more wo I further went. At last by profering endlesse welth, and heaping gifts on gifts, In overlading hir with wordes I drave hir to hir shifts. Then cride I out: Thine evill heart my selfe I tardie take. Where of a straunge advouterer the countenance I did make, I am in deede thy husband. O unfaithfull woman thou, Even I my selfe can testifie thy lewde behavior now. She made none answere to my words, but being stricken dum And with the sorrow of hir heart alonly overcum, Forsaketh hir entangling house, and naughtie husband quight: And hating all the sort of men by reason of the spight That I had wrought hir, straide abrode among the Mountaines hie, And exercisde Dianas feates. Then kindled by and by A fiercer fire within my bones than ever was before, When she had thus forsaken me by whome I set such store. I prayde hir she woulde pardon me, and did confesse my fault. Affirming that my selfe likewise with such a great assault Of richesse might right well have bene enforst to yeelde to blame, The rather if performance had ensewed of the same. When I had this submission made, and she sufficiently Revengde hir wronged chastitie, she then immediatly Was reconcilde: and afterward we lived many a yeare In joy and never any jarre betweene us did appeare. Besides all this (as though hir love had bene too small a gift) She gave me eke a goodly Grewnd which was of foote so swift, That when Diana gave him hir, she said he should outgo All others, and with this same Grewnd she gave this Dart also The which you see I hold in hand. Perchaunce ye faine would know What fortune to the Grewnd befell. I will unto you show A wondrous case. The straungenesse of the matter will you move. The krinkes of certaine Prophesies surmounting farre above The reach of auncient wits to read, the Brookenymphes did expound: And mindlesse of hir owne darke doubts Dame Themis being found, Was as a rechelesse Prophetisse throwne flat against the ground. For which presumptuous deede of theirs she tooke just punishment. To Thebes in Baeotia streight a cruell beast she sent, Which wrought the bane of many a Wight. The countryfolk did feed Him with their cattell and themselves, untill (as was agreed) That all we youthfull Gentlemen that dwelled there about Assembling pitcht our corded toyles the champion fields throughout. But Net ne toyle was none so hie that could his wightnesse stop, He mounted over at his ease the highest of the top. Then everie man let slip their Grewnds, but he them all outstript And even as nimbly as a birde in daliance from them whipt. Then all the field desired me to let my Laelaps go: (The Grewnd that Procris unto me did give was named so) Who strugling for to wrest his necke already from the band Did stretch his collar. Scarsly had we let him off of hand But that where Laelaps was become we could not understand. The print remained of his feete upon the parched sand, But he was clearly out of sight. Was never Dart I trow, Nor Pellet from enforced Sling, nor shaft from Cretish bow, That flew more swift than he did runne. There was not farre fro thence About the middle of the Laund a rising ground, from whence A man might overlooke the fieldes. I gate me to the knap Of this same hill, and there beheld of this straunge course the hap In which the beast seemes one while caught, and ere a man would think, Doth quickly give the Grewnd the slip, and from his bighting shrink: And like a wilie Foxe he runnes not forth directly out, Nor makes a windlasse over all the champion fieldes about, But doubling and indenting still avoydes his enmies lips, And turning short, as swift about as spinning wheele he whips, To disapoint the snatch. The Grewnd pursuing at an inch Doth cote him, never losing ground: but likely still to pinch Is at the sodaine shifted off. Continually he snatches In vaine: for nothing in his mouth save only Aire he latches. Then thought I for to trie what helpe my Dart at neede could show. Which as I charged in my hand by levell aime to throw, And set my fingars to the thongs, I lifting from bylow Mine eies, did looke right forth againe, and straight amids the field (A wondrous thing) two Images of Marble I beheld: Of which ye would have thought the t'one had fled on still apace And that with open barking mouth the tother did him chase. In faith it was the will of God (at least if any Goddes Had care of them) that in their pace there should be found none oddes. Thus farre: and then he held his peace. But tell us ere we part (Quoth Phocus) what offence or fault committed hath your Dart? His Darts offence he thus declarde: My Lorde, the ground of all My grief was joy. Those joyes of mine remember first I shall. It doth me good even yet to thinke upon that blissfull time ( meane the fresh and lustie yeares of pleasant youthfull Prime) When I a happie man enjoyde so faire and good a wife, And she with such a loving make did lead a happie life. The care was like of both of us, the mutuall love all one. She would not to have line with Jove my presence have forgone. Ne was there any Wight that could of me have wonne the love, No though Dame Venus had hir selfe descended from above. The glowing brands of love did burne in both our brests alike. Such time as first with crased beames the Sunne is wont to strike The tops of Towres and mountaines high, according to the wont Of youthfull men, in woodie Parkes I went abrode to hunt. But neither horse nor Hounds to make pursuit upon the scent. Nor Servingman, nor knottie toyle before or after went, For I was safe with this same Dart. When wearie waxt mine arme With striking Deere, and that the day did make me somewhat warme, Withdrawing for to coole my selfe I sought among the shades For Aire that from the valleyes colde came breathing in at glades. The more excessive was my heate the more for Aire I sought. I waited for the gentle Aire: the Aire was that that brought Refreshing to my wearie limmes. And (well I bear't in thought) Come Aire I wonted was to sing, come ease the paine of me Within my bosom lodge thy selfe most welcome unto me, And as thou heretofore art wont abate my burning heate. By chaunce (such was my destinie) proceeding to repeate Mo words of daliance like to these, I used for to say Great pleasure doe I take in thee: for thou from day to day Doste both refresh and nourish me. Thou makest me delight In woods and solitarie grounds. Now would to God I might Receive continuall at my mouth this pleasant breath of thine. Some man (I wote not who) did heare these doubtfull words of mine, And taking them amisse supposde that this same name of Aire The which I callde so oft upon, had bene some Ladie faire: He thought that I had lovde some Nymph. And thereupon streight way He runnes me like a Harebrainde blab to Procris, to bewray This fault as he surmised it: and there with lavish tung Reported all the wanton words that he had heard me sung. A thing of light beliefe is love. She (as I since have harde) For sodeine sorrow swounded downe: and when long afterwarde She came againe unto hir selfe, she said she was accurst And borne to cruell destinie: and me she blamed wurst For breaking faith: and freating at a vaine surmised shame She dreaded that which nothing was: she fearde a headlesse name. She wist not what to say or thinke. The wretch did greatly feare Deceit: yet could she not beleve the tales that talked were. Onlesse she saw hir husbands fault apparant to hir eie, She thought she would not him condemne of any villanie. Next day as soone as Morning light had driven the night away, I went abrode to hunt againe: and speeding, as I lay Upon the grasse, I said: Come, Aire, and ease my painfull heate. And on the sodaine as I spake there seemed for to beate A certaine sighing in mine eares of what I could not gesse. But ceasing not for that I still proceeded nathelesse: And said, O come, most pleasant Aire. With that I heard a sound Of russling softly in the leaves that lay upon the ground. And thinking it had bene some beast I threw my flying Dart. It was my wife. Who being now sore wounded at the hart, Cride out, Alas. As soone as I perceyved by the shrieke It was my faithfull spouse, I ran me to the voiceward lieke A madman that had lost his wits. There found I hir halfe dead, Hir scattred garments staining in the bloud that she had bled, And (wretched creature as I am) yet drawing from the wound The gift that she hir selfe had given. Then softly from the ground I lifted up that bodie of hirs of which I was more chare Than of mine owne, and from hir brest hir clothes in hast I tare. And binding up hir cruell wound I strived for to stay The bloud, and prayd she would not thus by passing so away Forsake me as a murtherer: she waxing weake at length And drawing to hir death apace, enforced all hir strength To utter these few wordes at last: I pray thee humbly by Our bond of wedlocke, by the Gods as well above the Skie As those to whome I now must passe, as ever I have ought Deserved well by thee, and by the Love which having brought Me to my death doth even in death unfaded still remaine, To nestle in thy bed and mine let never Aire obtaine. This sed, she held hir peace, and I perceyved by the same And tolde hir also how she was beguiled in the name. But what avayled telling then? she quoathde: and with hir bloud Hir little strength did fade. Howbeit as long as that she coud See ought, she stared in my face and gasping still on me Even in my mouth she breathed forth hir wretched ghost. But she Did seeme with better cheare to die for that hir conscience was Discharged quight and cleare of doubtes. Now in conclusion as Duke Cephal weeping told this tale to Phocus and the rest Whose eyes were also moyst with teares to heare the pitious gest, Behold King Aeacus and with him his eldest sonnes both twaine Did enter in and after them there followed in a traine Of well appointed men of warre new levied: which the King Delivered unto Cephalus to Athens towne to bring. The day starre now beginning to disclose the Morning bright And for to dense the droupie Skie from darkenesse of the night, The Easterne wind went downe and flakes of foggie Clouds gan show, And from the South a merrie gale on Cephals sayles did blow. The which did hold so fresh and large, that he and all his men Before that he was looked for arrived safe agen In wished Haven. In that while King Minos with his fleete Did waste the cost of Megara. And first he thought it meete To make a triall of the force and courage of his men Against the towne Alcathoe where Nisus reigned then. Among whose honorable haire that was of colour gray, One scarlet haire did grow upon his crowne, whereon the stay Of all his Kingdome did depende. Sixe times did Phoebe fill Hir homes with borrowed light, and yet the warre hung wavering still In fickle fortunes doubtfull scaales: and long with fleeting wings Betwene them both flew victorie. A Turret of the Kings Stood hard adjoyning to the Wall which being touched rings, For Phoebus (so men say) did lay his golden Violl there, And so the stones the sound thereof did ever after beare. King Nisus daughter oftentimes resorted to this Wall And strake it with a little stone to raise the sound withall, In time of peace. And in the warre she many a time and oft Behelde the sturdie stormes of Mars from that same place aloft. And by continuance of the siege the Captaines names she knew, Their armes, horse, armor and aray in everie band and crew. Bit specially above the rest she noted Minos face. She knew inough and more than was inough as stoode the case. For were it that he hid his head in Helme with fethered crest, To hir opinion in his Helme he stayned all the rest. Or were it that he tooke in hand of steele his target bright, She thought in weelding of his shielde he was a comly Knight. Or were it that he raisde his arme to throw the piercing Dart, The Ladie did commend his force and manhode joynde with Art. Or drew he with his arrow nockt his bended Bow in hand She sware that so in all respectes was Phoebus wont to stand. But when he shewde his visage bare, his Helmet laid aside, And on a Milke white Steede brave trapt, in Purple Robe did ride, She scarce was Mistresse of hir selfe, hir wits were almost straught. A happie Dart she thought it was that he in fingars caught, And happie called she those reynes that he in hand had raught. And if she might have had hir will, she could have founde in hart, Among the enmies to have gone. She could have found in hart, From downe the highest Turret there hir bodie to have throwne, Among the thickest of the Tents of Gnossus to have flowne, Or for to ope the brazen gates and let the enmie in, Or whatsoever else she thought might Minos favor win. And as she sate beholding still the King of Candies tent, She said: I doubt me whether that I rather may lament Or of this wofull warre be glad. It grieves me at the hart That thou O Minos unto me thy Lover enmie art. But had not this same warfare bene, I never had him knowne. Yet might he leave this cruell warre, and take me as his owne. A wife, a feere, a pledge for peace he might receive of me. O flowre of beautie, O thou Prince most pearlesse: if that she That bare thee in hir wombe were like in beautie unto thee, A right good cause had Jove on hir enamored for to bee. Oh happie were I if with wings I through the Aire might glide And safely to King Minos Tent from this same Turret slide. Then would I utter who I am, and how the firie flame Of Cupid burned in my brest, desiring him to name What dowrie he would aske with me in loan of his love, Save only of my Fathers Realme no question he should move. For rather than by traitrous meanes my purpose should take place, Adue, desire of hoped Love. Yet oftentimes such grace Hath from the gentle Conqueror proceeded erst, that they Which tooke the foyle have found the same their profit and their stay. Assuredly the warre is just that Minos takes in hand, As in revengement of his sonne late murthered in this land. And as his quarrell seemeth just, even so it cannot faile, But rightfull warre against the wrong must (I beleve) prevaile. Now if this Citie in the ende must needes be taken, why Should his owne sworde and not my Love be meanes to win it by? It were yet better he should speede by gentle meanes without The slaughter of his people, yea and (as it may fall out) With spending of his owne bloud too. For sure I have a care O Minos lest some Souldier wound thee ere he be aware. For who is he in all the world that hath so hard a hart That wittingly against thy head would aime his cruell Dart? I like well this devise, and on this purpose will I stand: To yeelde my selfe endowed with this Citie to the hand Of Minos: and in doing so to bring this warre to ende. But smally it availeth me the matter to intende. The gates and yssues of this towne are kept with watch and warde, And of the Keyes continually my Father hath the garde. My Father only is the man of whome I stand in dreede, My Father only hindreth me of my desired speede. Would God that I were Fatherlesse. Tush, everie Wight may bee A God as in their owne behalfe, and if their hearts be free From fearefulnesse. For fortune works against the fond desire Of such as through faint heartednesse attempt not to aspire. Some other feeling in hir heart such flames of Cupids fire Already would have put in proofe some practise to destroy What thing so ever of hir Love the furtherance might anoy And why should any woman have a bolder heart than I? Through fire and sword I boldly durst adventure for to flie. And yet in this behalfe at all there needes no sword nor fire, There needeth but my fathers haire to accomplish my desire. I That Purple haire of his to me more precious were than golde: That Purple haire of his would make me blest a thousand folde: That haire would compasse my desire and set my heart at rest. Night (chiefest Nurce of thoughts to such as are with care opprest) Approched while she spake these words, and darknesse did encrease Hir boldnesse. At such time as folke are wont to finde release Of cares that all the day before were working in their heds, By sleepe which falleth first of all upon them in their beds, Hir fathers chamber secretly she entered: where (alasse That ever Maiden should so farre the bounds of Nature passe) She robde hir Father of the haire upon the which the fate Depended both of life and death and of his royall state. And joying in hir wicked prey, she beares it with hir so As if it were some lawfull spoyle acquired of the fo. And passing through a posterne gate she marched through the mid Of all hir enmies (such a trust she had in that she did) Untill she came before the King, whom troubled with the sight She thus bespake: Enforst, O King, by love against all right I Scylla, Nisus daughter, doe present unto thee heere My native soyle, my household Gods, and all that else is deere For this my gift none other thing in recompence I crave Than of thy person which I love, fruition for to have. And in assurance of my love receyve thou here of mee My fathers Purple haire: and thinke I give not unto thee A haire but even my fathers head. And as these words she spake, The cursed gift with wicked hand she profered him to take. But Minos did abhorre hir gift: and troubled in his minde With straungenesse of the heynous act so sore against hir kinde, He aunswerde: O thou slaunder of our age, the Gods expell Thee out of all this world of theirs and let thee no where dwell. Let rest on neither Sea nor Land be graunted unto thee. Assure thy selfe that as for me I never will agree That Candie, Joves owne foster place (as long as I there raigne), Shall unto such a monstruous Wight a Harbrow place remaine. This said, he like a righteous Judge among his vanquisht foes Set order under paine of death. Which done he willed those That served him to go aboorde and Anchors up to wey. When Scylla saw the Candian fleete aflote to go away, And that the Captaine yeelded not so good reward as shee Had for hir lewdnesse looked for: and when in fine she see That no entreatance could prevaile, then bursting out in ire With stretched hands and scattred haire, as furious as the fire She shraming cryed out aloud: And whither doste thou flie Rejecting me, the only meanes that thou hast conquerde by? O cankerde Churle preferde before my native soyle, preferd Before my father, whither flyste, O Carle of heart most hard? Whose conquest as it is my sinne, so doth it well deserve Reward of thee, for that my fault so well thy turne did serve. Doth neither thee the gift I gave, nor yet my faithfull love, Nor yet that all my hope on thee alonly rested, move? For whither shall I now resort forsaken thus of thee? To Megara the wretched soyle of my nativitie? Behold it lieth vanquished and troden under foote. But put the case it flourisht still: yet could it nothing boote. I have foreclosde it to my selfe through treason when I gave My fathers head to thee. Whereby my countriefolke I drave To hate me justly for my crime. And all the Realmes about My lewde example doe abhorre. Thus have I shet me out Of all the world that only Crete might take me in, which if Thou like a Churle denie, and cast me up without relief, The Ladie Europ surely was not mother unto thee: But one of Affricke Sirts where none but Serpents fostred bee, But even some cruell Tiger bred in Armen or in Inde, Or else the Gulfe Charybdis raisde with rage of Southerne winde. Thou wert not got by Jove: ne yet thy mother was beguilde In shape of Bull: of this thy birth the tale is false compilde. But rather some unwieldie Bull even altogither wilde That never lowed after Cow was out of doubt thy Sire. O father Nisus, put thou me to penance for my hire. Rejoyce thou in my punishment, thou towne by me betrayd. I have deserved (I confesse) most justly to be payd With death. But let some one of them that through my lewdnesse smart Destroy me, why doste thou that by my crime a gainer art, Commit like crime thy selfe? Admit this wicked act of me As to my land and Fatherward in deede most hainous be. Yet oughtest thou to take it as a friendship unto thee. But she was meete to be thy wife, that in a Cow of tree Could play the Harlot with a Bull, and in hir wombe could beare A Barne, in whome the shapes of man and beasts confounded were. How sayst thou, Carle? compell not these my words thine eares to glow? Or doe the windes that drive thy shyps, in vaine my sayings blow? In faith it is no wonder though thy wife Pasiphae Preferrde a Bull to thee, for thou more cruell wert than he. Now wo is me. To make more hast it standeth me in hand. The water sounds with Ores, and hales from me and from my land. In vaine thou striveth, O thou Churle, forgetfull quight of my Desertes: for even in spight of thee pursue thee still will I. Upon thy courbed Keele will I take holde: and hanging so Be drawen along the Sea with thee where ever thou do go. She scarce had said these words, but that she leaped on the wave And getting to the ships by force of strength that Love hir gave Upon the King of Candies Keele in spight of him she clave. Whome when hir father spide (for now he hovered in the aire, And being made a Hobby Hauke did soare between a paire Of nimble wings of yron Mayle) he soused downe amaine To seaze upon hir as she hung, and would have tome hir faine With bowing Beake. But she for feare did let the Caricke go: And as she was about to fall, the lightsome Aire did so Uphold hir that she could not touch the Sea as seemed tho. Anon all fethers she became, and forth away did flie Transformed to a pretie Bird that stieth to the Skie. And for bicause like clipped haire hir head doth beare a marke, The Greekes it Cyris call, and we doe name the same a Larke. As soone as Minos came aland in Crete, he by and by Performde his vowes to Jupiter in causing for to die A hundred Bulles for sacrifice. And then he did adorne His Pallace with the enmies spoyles by conquest wonne beforne. The slaunder of his house encreast: and now appeared more The mothers filthie whoredome by the monster that she bore Of double shape, an ugly thing. This shamefull infamie, This monster borne him by his wife he mindes by pollicie To put away, and in a house with many nookes and krinks From all mens sights and speach of folke to shet it up he thinks. Immediatly one Daedalus renowmed in that lande For fine devise and workmanship in building, went in hand To make it. He confounds his worke with sodaine stops and stayes, And with the great uncertaintie of sundrie winding wayes Leades in and out, and to and fro, at divers doores astray. And as with trickling streame the Brooke Maeander seemes to play In Phrygia, and with doubtfull race runnes counter to and fro, And meeting with himselfe doth looke if all his streame or no Come after, and retiring eft cleane backward to his spring And marching eft to open Sea as streight as any string, Indenteth with reversed streame: even so of winding wayes Unnumerable Daedalus within his worke convayes. Yea scarce himselfe could find the meanes to winde himselfe well out: So busie and so intricate the house was all about. Within this Maze did Minos shet the Monster that did beare The shape of man and Bull. And when he twise had fed him there With bloud of Atticke Princes sonnes that given for tribute were, The third time at the ninth yeares end the lot did chaunce to light On Theseus, King Aegaeus sonne: who like a valiant Knight Did overcome the Minotaur: and by the pollicie Of Minos eldest daughter (who had taught him for to tie A clew of Linnen at the doore to guide himselfe thereby) As busie as the turnings were, his way he out did finde, Which never man had done before. And streight he having winde, With Minos daughter sailde away to Dia: where (unkinde And cruell creature that he was) he left hir post alone Upon the shore. Thus desolate and making dolefull mone God Bacchus did both comfort hir and take hir to his bed. And with an everlasting starre the more hir fame to spred, He tooke the Chaplet from hir head, and up to Heaven it threw. The Chaplet thirled through the Aire: and as it gliding flew, The precious stones were turnd to starres which biased cleare and bright, And tooke their place (continuing like a Chaplet still to sight) Amid betweene the Kneeler Downe and him that gripes the Snake. Now in this while gan Daedalus a wearinesse to take Of living like a banisht man and prisoner such a time In Crete, and longed in his heart to see his native Clime. But Seas enclosed him as if he had in prison be. Then thought he: though both Sea and Land King Minos stop fro me, I am assurde he cannot stop the Aire and open Skie. To make my passage that way then my cunning will I trie. Although that Minos like a Lord held all the world beside: Yet doth the Aire from Minos yoke for all men free abide. This sed: to uncoth Arts he bent the force of all his wits To alter natures course by craft. And orderly he knits A rowe of fethers one by one, beginning with the short, And overmatching still eche quill with one of longer sort, That on the shoring of a hill a man would thinke them grow. Even so the countrie Organpipes of Oten reedes ir row Ech higher than another rise. Then fastned he with Flax The middle quilles, and joyned in the lowest sort with Wax. And when he thus had finisht them, a little he them bent In compasse, that the verie Birdes they full might represent. There stoode me by him Icarus, his sonne, a pretie Lad. Who knowing not that he in handes his owne destruction had, With smiling mouth did one while blow the fethers to and fro Which in the Aire on wings of Birds did flask not long ago: And with his thumbes another while he chafes the yelow Wax And lets his fathers wondrous worke with childish toyes and knacks. As soon as that the worke was done, the workman by and by Did peyse his bodie on his wings, and in the Aire on hie Hung wavering: and did teach his sonne how he should also flie. I warne thee (quoth he), Icarus, a middle race to keepe. For if thou hold too low a gate, the dankenesse of the deepe Will overlade thy wings with wet. And if thou mount too hie, The Sunne will sindge them. Therfore see betweene them both thou flie. I bid thee not behold the Starre Bootes in the Skie. Nor looke upon the bigger Beare to make thy course thereby, Nor yet on Orions naked sword. But ever have an eie To keepe the race that I doe keepe, and I will guide thee right. In giving counsell to his sonne to order well his flight, He fastned to his shoulders twaine a paire of uncoth wings. And as he was in doing it and warning him of things, His aged cheekes were wet, his hands did quake, in fine he gave His sonne a kisse the last that he alive should ever have. And then he mounting up aloft before him tooke his way Right fearfull for his followers sake: as is the Bird the day That first she tolleth from hir nest among the braunches hie Hir tender yong ones in the Aire to teach them for to flie. So heartens he his little sonne to follow teaching him A hurtfull Art. His owne two wings he waveth verie trim, And looketh backward still upon his sonnes. The fishermen Then standing angling by the Sea, and shepeherdes leaning then On sheepehookes, and the Ploughmen on the handles of their Plough, Beholding them, amazed were: and thought that they that through The Aire could flie were Gods. And now did on their left side stand The Iles of Paros and of Dele and Samos, Junos land: And on their right, Lebinthos and the faire Calydna fraught With store of honie: when the Boy a frolicke courage caught To flie at randon. Whereupon forsaking quight his guide, Of fond desire to flie to Heaven, above his boundes he stide. And there the nerenesse of the Sunne which burnd more hote aloft, Did make the Wax (with which his wings were glewed) lithe and soft. As soone as that the Wax was molt, his naked armes he shakes, And wanting wherewithall to wave no helpe of Aire he takes. But calling on his father loud he drowned in the wave: And by this chaunce of his those Seas his name for ever have. His wretched Father (but as then no father) cride in feare: O Icarus, O Icarus, where art thou? tell me where That I may finde thee, Icarus. He saw the fethers swim Upon the waves, and curst his Art that so had spighted him. At last he tooke his bodie up and laid it in a grave, And to the Ile the name of him then buried in it gave. And as he of his wretched sonne the corse in ground did hide, The cackling Partrich from a thicke and leavie thorne him spide, And clapping with his wings for joy aloud to call began. There was of that same kinde of Birde no mo but he as than. In times forepast had none bene seene. It was but late anew Since he was made a bird: and that thou, Daedalus, mayst rew: For whyle the world doth last thy shame shall thereupon ensew. For why thy sister, ignorant of that which after hapt, Did put him to thee to be taught full twelve yeares old and apt To take instruction. He did marke the middle bone that goes Through fishes, and according to the paterne tane of those He filed teeth upon a piece of yron one by one And so devised first the Saw where erst was never none. Moreover he two yron shankes so joynde in one round head, That opening an indifferent space, the one point downe shall tread, And tother draw a circle round. The finding of these things, The spightfull heart of Daedalus with such a m lice stings, That headlong from the holy towre of Pallas downe he thrue His Nephew, feyning him to fall by chaunce, which was not true. But Pallas (who doth favour wits) did stay him in his fall And chaunging him into a Bird did clad him over all With fethers soft amid the Aire. The quicknesse of his wit (Which erst was swift) did shed it selfe among his wings and feete. And as he Partrich hight before, so hights he Partrich still. Yet mounteth not this Bird aloft ne seemes to have a will To build hir nest in tops of trees among the boughes on hie But flecketh nere the ground and layes hir egges in hedges drie. And forbicause hir former fall she ay in minde doth beare, She ever since all lofty things doth warely shun for feare. And now forwearied Daedalus alighted in the land Within the which the burning hilles of firie Aetna stand. To save whose life King Cocalus did weapon take in hand, For which men thought him merciful. And now with high renowne Had Theseus ceast the wofull pay of tribute in the towne Of Athens. Temples decked were with garlands every where, And supplications made to Jove and warlicke Pallas were, And all the other Gods, to whome more honor for to show, Gifts, blud of beasts, and frankincense the people did bestow As in performance of their vowes. The right redoubted name Of Theseus through the lande of Greece was spred by flying fame. And now the folke that in the land of rich Achaia dwelt, Praid him of succor in the harmes and perils that they felt. Although the land of Calydon had then Meleager: Yet was it faine in humble wise to Theseus to prefer A supplication for the aide of him. The cause wherfore They made such humble suit to him was this. There was a Bore The which Diana for to wreake hir wrath conceyvde before Had thither as hir servant sent the countrie for to waast. For men report that Oenie when he had in storehouse plaast The full encrease of former yeare, to Ceres did assigne The firstlings of his corne and fruits: to Bacchus, of the Wine: And unto Pallas Olife oyle. This honoring of the Gods Of graine and fruits who put their help to toyling in the clods, Ambitiously to all, even those that dwell in heaven did clime. Dianas Altars (as it hapt) alonly at that time Without reward of Frankincense were overskipt (they say). Even Gods are subject unto wrath. He shall not scape away Unpunisht, though unworshipped he passed me wyth spight: He shall not make his vaunt he scapt me unrevenged quight, Quoth Phoebe. And anon she sent a Bore to Oenies ground Of such a hugenesse as no Bull could ever yet be found, In Epyre: but in Sicilie are Bulles much lesse than hee. His eies did glister blud and fire: right dreadfull was to see His brawned necke, right dredfull was his haire which grew as thicke With pricking points as one of them could well by other sticke. And like a front of armed Pikes set close in battell ray The sturdie bristles on his back stoode staring up alway. The scalding fome with gnashing hoarse which he did cast aside, Upon his large and brawned shield did white as Curdes abide. Among the greatest Oliphants in all the land of Inde, A greater tush than had this Boare, ye shall not lightly finde. Such lightning flashed from his chappes, as seared up the grasse. Now trampled he the spindling come to ground where he did passe, Now ramping up their riped hope he made the Plowmen weepe. And chankt the kernell in the eare. In vaine their floores they sweepe: In vaine their Barnes for Harvest long, the likely store they keepe. The spreaded Vines with clustred Grapes to ground he rudely sent, And full of Berries loden boughes from Olife trees he rent. On cattell also did he rage. The shepeherd nor his dog, Nor yet the Bulles could save the herdes from outrage of this Hog. The folke themselves were faine to flie. And yet they thought them not In safetie when they had themselves within the Citie got. Untill their Prince Meleager, and with their Prince a knot Of Lords and lustie gentlemen of hand and courage stout, With chosen fellowes for the nonce of all the Lands about, Inflamed were to win renowne. The chiefe that thither came Were both the twinnes of Tyndarus of great renowne and fame, The one in all activitie of manhode, strength and force, The other for his cunning skill in handling of a horse. And Jason he that first of all the Gallie did invent: And Theseus with Pirithous betwene which two there went A happie leage of amitie: And two of Thesties race: And Lynce, the sonne of Apharie and Idas, swift of pace. And fierce Leucyppus and the brave Acastus with his Dart In handling of the which he had the perfect skill and Art. And Caeny who by birth a wench, the shape of man had wonne And Drias and Hippothous: and Phoenix eke the sonne Of olde Amyntor: and a paire of Actors ympes: and Phyle Who came from Elis. Telamon was also there that while: And so was also Peleus, the great Achilles Sire: And Pherets sonne: and Iolay, the Thebane who with fire Helpt Hercules the monstruous heades of Hydra off to seare. The lively Lad Eurytion and Echion who did beare The pricke and prise for footemanship, were present also there. And Lelex of Narytium too. And Panopie beside: And Hyle: and cruell Hippasus: and Naestor who that tide Was in the Prime of lustie youth: moreover thither went Three children of Hippocoon from old Amicle sent. And he that of Penelope the fathrinlaw became. And eke the sonne of Parrhasus, Ancaeus cald by name. There was the sonne of Ampycus of great forecasting wit: And Oeclies sonne who of his wife was unbetrayed yit. And from the Citie Tegea there came the Paragone Of Lycey forrest, Atalant, a goodly Ladie, one Of Schoenyes daughters, then a Maide. The garment she did weare A brayded button fastned at hir gorget. All hir heare Untrimmed in one only knot was trussed. From hir left Side hanging on hir shoulder was an Ivorie quiver deft: Which being full of arrowes, made a clattring as she went. And in hir right hand she did beare a Bow already bent. Hir furniture was such as this. Hir countnance and hir grace Was such as in a Boy might well be cald a Wenches face, And in a Wench be cald a Boyes. The Prince of Calydon No sooner cast his eie on hir, but being caught anon In love, he wisht hir to his wife. But unto this desire God Cupid gave not his consent. The secret flames of fire He haling inward still did say: O happy man is he Whom this same Ladie shall vouchsave hir Husband for to be. The shortnesse of the time and shame would give him leave to say No more: a worke of greater weight did draw him then away. A wood thick growen with trees which stoode unfelled to that day Beginning from a plaine, had thence a large prospect throughout The falling grounds that every way did muster round about. As soone as that the men came there, some pitched up the toyles, Some tooke the couples from the Dogs, and some pursude the foyles In places where the Swine had tract: desiring for to spie Their owne destruction. Now there was a hollow bottom by, To which the watershots of raine from all the high grounds drew. Within the compasse of this pond great store of Osiers grew: And Sallowes lithe, and flackring Flags, and moorish Rushes eke, And lazie Reedes on little shankes, and other baggage like. From hence the Bore was rowzed out, and fiersly forth he flies Among the thickest of his foes like thunder from the Skies, When Clouds in meeting force the fire to burst by violence out. He beares the trees before him downe, and all the wood about Doth sound of crashing. All the youth with hideous noyse and shout Against him bend their Boarspeare points with hand and courage stout. He rushes forth among the Dogs that held him at a bay, And now on this side now on that, as any come in way, He rippes their skinnes and splitteth them, and chaseth them away, Echion first of all the rout a Dart at him did throw, Which mist and in a Maple tree did give a little blow. The next (if he that threw the same had used lesser might), The backe at which he aimed it was likely for to smight. It overflew him. Jason was the man that cast the Dart. With that the sonne of Ampycus sayd: Phoebus (if with hart I have and still doe worship thee) now graunt me for to hit The thing that I doe levell at. Apollo graunts him it As much as lay in him to graunt. He hit the Swine in deede. But neyther entred he his hide nor caused him to bleede. For why Diana (as the Dart was flying) tooke away The head of it: and so the Dart could headlesse beare no sway. But yet the moodie beast thereby was set the more on fire And chafing like the lightning swift he uttreth forth his ire. The fire did sparkle from his eyes: and from his boyling brest He breathed flaming flakes of fire conceyved in his chest. And looke with what a violent brunt a mightie Bullet goes From engines bent against a wall, or bulwarks full of foes: With even such violence rusht the Swine among the Hunts amayne, And overthrew Eupalamon and Pelagon both twaine That in the right wing placed were. Their fellowes stepping to And drawing them away, did save their lives with much ado. But as for poore Enesimus, Hippocoons sonne had not The lucke to scape the deadly dint. He would away have got, And trembling turnde his backe for feare. The Swine him overtooke, And cut his hamstrings, so that streight his going him forsooke. And Naestor to have lost his life was like by fortune ere The siege of Troie, but that he tooke his rist upon his speare: And leaping quickly up upon a tree that stoode hard by, Did safely from the place behold his foe whome he did flie. The Boare then whetting sharpe his tuskes against the Oken wood To mischiefe did prepare himselfe with fierce and cruell mood. And trusting to his weapons which he sharpened had anew, In great Orithyas thigh a wound with hooked groyne he drew. The valiant brothers, those same twinnes of Tyndarus (not yet Celestiall signes), did both of them on goodly coursers sit As white as snow: and ech of them had shaking in his fist A lightsome Dart with head of steele to throw it where he lyst. And for to wound the bristled Bore they surely had not mist But that he still recovered so the coverts of the wood, That neyther horse could follow him, nor Dart doe any good. Still after followed Telamon, whom taking to his feete No heede at all for egernesse, a Maple roote did meete, Which tripped up his heeles, and flat against the ground him laid. And while his brother Peleus relieved him, the Maid Of Tegea tooke an arrow swift, and shot it from hir bow. The arrow lighting underneath the havers eare bylow, And somewhat rasing of the skin, did make the bloud to show. The Maid hirselfe not gladder was to see that luckie blow, Than was the Prince Meleager. He was the first that saw, And first that shewed to his Mates the blud that she did draw: And said: For this thy valiant act due honor shalt thou have. The men did blush, and chearing up ech other courage gave With shouting, and disorderly their Darts by heaps they threw. The number of them hindred them, not suffring to ensew That any lighted on the marke at which they all did ame. Behold, enragde against his ende the hardie Knight that came From Arcadie, rusht rashly with a Pollax in his fist And said: You yonglings learne of me what difference is betwist A wenches weapons and a mans: and all of you give place To my redoubted force. For though Diana in this chase Should with hir owne shield him defend, yet should this hand of mine Even maugre Dame Dianas heart confound this orped Swine. Such boasting words as these through pride presumptuously he crakes: And streyning out himselfe upon his tiptoes streight he takes His Pollax up with both his hands. But as this bragger ment To fetch his blow, the cruell beast his malice did prevent: And in his coddes (the speeding place of death) his tusshes puts, And rippeth up his paunche. Downe falles Ancaeus and his guts Come tumbling out besmearde with bloud, and foyled all the plot. Pirithous, Ixions sonne, at that abashed not: But shaking in his valiant hand his hunting staffe did goe Still stoutly forward face to face t'encounter with his foe To whome Duke Theseus cride afarre: O dearer unto mee Than is my selfe, my soule I say, stay: lawfull we it see For valiant men to keepe aloofe. The over hardie hart In rash adventring of him selfe hath made Ancaeus smart. This sed, he threw a weightie Dart of Cornell with a head Of brasse: which being leveld well was likely to have sped, But that a bough of Chestnut tree thick leaved by the way Did latch it, and by meanes therof the dint of it did stay. Another Dart that Jason threw, by fortune mist the Bore, And light betwene a Mastifes chaps, and through his guts did gore, And naild him to the earth. The hand of Prince Meleager Plaid hittymissie. Of two Darts his first did flie too far, And lighted in the ground: the next amid his backe stickt fast. And while the Bore did play the fiend and turned round agast, And grunting flang his fome about togither mixt with blood, The giver of the wound (the more to stirre his enmies mood,) Stept in, and underneath the shield did thrust his Boarspeare through. Then all the Hunters shouting out demeaned joy inough. And glad was he that first might come to take him by the hand. About the ugly beast they all with gladnesse gazing stand And wondring what a field of ground his carcasse did possesse, There durst not any be so bolde to touch him. Nerethelesse, They every of them with his bloud their hunting staves made red. Then stepped forth Meleager, and treading on his hed Said thus: O Ladie Atalant, receive thou here my fee, And of my glorie vouch thou safe partaker for to bee. Immediatly the ugly head with both the tusshes brave And eke the skin with bristles stur right griesly, he hir gave. The Ladie for the givers sake, was in hir heart as glad As for the gift. The rest repinde that she such honor had. Through all the rout was murmuring. Of whom with roring reare And armes displayd that all the field might easly see and heare, The Thesties cried: Dame, come off and lay us downe this geare. And thou a woman offer not us men so great a shame, As we to toyle and thou to take the honor of our game. Ne let that faire smooth face of thine beguile thee, lest that hee That being doted in thy love did give thee this our fee, Be over farre to rescow thee. And with that word they tooke The gift from hir, and right of gift from him. He could not brooke This wrong: but gnashing with his teeth for anger that did boyle Within, said fiersly: learne ye you that other folkes dispoyle Of honor given, what diffrence is betweene your threats, and deedes. And therewithall Plexippus brest (who no such matter dreedes) With wicked weapon he did pierce. As Toxey doubting stood What way to take, desiring both t'advenge his brothers blood, And fearing to be murthered as his brother was before, Meleager (to dispatch all doubts of musing any more) Did heate his sword for companie in bloud of him againe, Before Plexippus bloud was cold that did thereon remaine. Althaea going toward Church with presents for to yild Due thankes and worship to the Gods that for hir sonne had kild The Boare, beheld hir brothers brought home dead: and by and by She beate hir brest, and filde the towne with shrieking piteously, And shifting all hir rich aray, did put on mourning weede But when she understoode what man was doer of the deede, She left all mourning, and from teares to vengeance did proceede. There was a certaine firebrand which when Oenies wife did lie In childebed of Meleager, she chaunced to espie The Destnies putting in the fire: and in the putting in, She heard them speake these words, as they his fatall threede did spin: O lately borne, like time we give to thee and to this brand. And when they so had spoken, they departed out of hand. Immediatly the mother caught the blazing bough away, And quenched it. This bough she kept full charely many a day: And in the keeping of the same she kept hir sonne alive. But now intending of his life him clearly to deprive, She brought it forth, and causing all the coales and shivers to Be layed by, she like a foe did kindle fire thereto. Fowre times she was about to cast the firebrand in the flame: Fowre times she pulled backe hir hand from doing of the same. As mother and as sister both she strove what way to go: The divers names drew diversly hir stomacke to and fro. Hir face waxt often pale for feare of mischiefe to ensue: And often red about the eies through heate of ire she grew. One while hir looke resembled one that threatned cruelnesse: Another while ye would have thought she minded pitiousnesse. And though the cruell burning of hir heart did drie hir teares, Yet burst out some. And as a Boate which tide contrarie beares Against the winde, feeles double force, and is compeld to yeelde To both, so Thesties daughter now unable for to weelde Hir doubtful passions, diversly is caried off and on, And chaungeably she waxes calme, and stormes againe anon. But better sister ginneth she than mother for to be. And to th'intent hir brothers ghostes with bloud to honor, she In meaning to be one way kinde, doth worke another way Against kinde. When the plagie fire waxt strong she thus did say: Let this same fire my bowels burne. And as in cursed hands The fatall wood she holding at the Hellish Altar stands: She said: Ye triple Goddesses of wreake, ye Helhounds three Beholde ye all this furious fact and sacrifice of mee. I wreake, and do against all right: with death must death be payde: In mischiefe mischiefe must be heapt: on corse must corse be laide. Confounded let this wicked house with heaped sorrowes bee. Shall Oenie joy his happy sonne in honor for to see And Thestie mourne bereft of his? Nay: better yet it were, That eche with other companie in mourning you should beare. Ye brothers Ghostes and soules new dead I wish no more, but you To feele the solemne obsequies which I prepare as now: And that mine offring you accept, which dearly I have bought The yssue of my wretched wombe. Alas, alas what thought I for to doe? O brothers, I besech you beare with me. I am his mother: so to doe my hands unable be. His trespasse I confesse deserves the stopping of his breath: But yet I doe not like that I be Author of his death. And shall he then with life and limme, and honor too, scape free? And vaunting in his good successe the King of Calidon bee? And you deare soules lie raked up but in a little dust? I will not surely suffer it. But let the villaine trust That he shall die, and draw with him to ruine and decay His Kingdome, Countrie and his Sire that doth upon him stay. Why where is now the mothers heart and pitie that should raigne In Parents? and the ten Monthes paines that once I did sustaine? O would to God thou burned had a babie in this brand, And that I had not tane it out and quencht it with my hand. That all this while thou lived hast, my goodnesse is the cause. And now most justly unto death thine owne desert thee drawes. Receive the guerdon of thy deede: and render thou agen Thy twice given life, by bearing first, and secondarly when I caught this firebrand from the flame: or else come deale with me As with my brothers, and with them let me entumbed be. I would, and cannot. What then shall I stand to in this case? One while my brothers corses seeme to prease before my face With lively Image of their deaths. Another while my minde Doth yeelde to pitie, and the name of mother doth me blinde. Now wo is me. To let you have the upper hand is sinne: But nerethelesse the upper hand O brothers doe you win. Condicionly that when that I to comfort you withall Have wrought this feate, my selfe to you resort in person shall. This sed, she turnde away hir face, and with a trembling hand Did cast the deathfull brand amid the burning fire. The brand Did eyther sigh, or seeme to sigh in burning in the flame, Which sorie and unwilling was to fasten on the same. Meleager being absent and not knowing ought at all Was burned with this flame: and felt his bowels to appall With secret fire. He bare out long the paine with courage stout. But yet it grieved him to die so cowardly without The shedding of his bloud. He thought Anceus for to be A happie man that dide of wound. With sighing called he Upon his aged father, and his sisters, and his brother, And lastly on his wife too, and by chaunce upon his mother. His paine encreased with the fire, and fell therewith againe: And at the selfe same instant quight extinguisht were both twaine. And as the ashes soft and hore by leysure overgrew The glowing coales: so leysurly his spirit from him drew. Then drouped stately Calydon. Both yong and olde did mourne, The Lords and Commons did lament, and maried wives with tome And tattred haire did crie alas. His father did beray His horie head and face with dust, and on the earth flat lay, Lamenting that he lived had to see that wofull day For now his mothers giltie hand had for that cursed crime Done execution on hir selfe by sword before hir time. If God to me a hundred mouthes with sounding tongues should send, And reason able to conceyve, and thereunto should lend Me all the grace of eloquence that ere the Muses had, I could not shew the wo wherewith his sisters were bestad. Unmindfull of their high estate, their naked brests they smit, Untill they made 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 upon the stone, And filde the letters of the same with teares that from them gone. At length Diana satisfide with slaughter brought upon The house of Oenie, lifts them up with fethers everichone, (Save Gorgee and the daughtrinlaw of noble Alcmene) and Makes wings to stretch along their sides, and horned nebs to stand Upon their mouthes. And finally she altring quight their faire And native shape, in shape of Birds dooth sent them through the Aire. The noble Theseus in this while with others having donne His part in killing of the Boare, to Athens ward begonne To take his way. But Acheloy then being swolne with raine Did stay him of his journey, and from passage him restraine. Of Athens valiant knight (quoth he) come underneath my roofe, And for to passe my raging streame as yet attempt no proofe. This brooke is wont whole trees to beare and evelong stones to carry With hideous roring down his streame. I oft have seene him harry Whole Shepcotes standing nere his banks, with flocks of sheepe therin. Nought booted buls their strength: nought steedes by swiftnes there could win. Yea many lustie men this brooke hath swallowed, when the snow From mountaines molten, caused him his banks to overflow. i The best is for you for to rest untill the River 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 use. Of Pommy hollowed diversly and ragged Pebble stone The walles were made. The floore with Mosse was soft to tread upon. 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. At one 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 Vouchsafe 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 underneath did lie within their sight, Said: tell us what is yon same place, (and with his fingar right Hee poynted thereunto) I pray, and what that Iland hight, Although it seemeth mo than one. The River answerd thus, It is not one mayne land alone that kenned is of us. There are uppon a fyve of them. The distaunce of the place, Dooth hinder to discerne betweene eche Ile the perfect space. And that the lesse yee woonder may at Phoebees act alate, To such as had neglected her uppon contempt or hate, Theis Iles were sumtyme Waternimphes: who having killed Neate, Twyce fyve, and called to theyr feast the Country Gods to eate, Forgetting mee kept frolicke cheere. At that gan I to swell, And ran more large than ever erst, and being over fell In stomacke and in streame, I rent the wood from wood, and feeld From feeld, and with the ground the Nymphes as then with stomacks meeld Remembring mee, I tumbled to the Sea. The waves of mee And of the sea the ground that erst all whole was woont to bee Did rend asunder into all the Iles you yonder see, And made a way for waters now to passe betweene them free. They now of Urchins have theyr name. But of theis Ilands, one A great way off (behold yee) stands a great way off alone, As you may see. The Mariners doo call it Perimell. With her (shee was as then a Nymph) so farre in love 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 aflote did lowd thus crie: O Neptune with thy threetynde Mace who hast by lot the charge Of all the waters wylde that bound uppon the earth at large, To whom wee holy streames doo runne, in whome wee take our end, Draw neere, and gently to my boone effectually attend. This Ladie whome I beare aflote myselfe hath hurt. Bee meeke And upright. If Hippodamas perchaunce were fatherleeke, Or if that he extremitie through outrage did not secke, He oughted to have pitied her and for to beare with mee. Now help us Neptune, I thee pray, and condescend that shee Whom from the land her fathers wrath and cruelnesse dooth chace Who through her fathers cruelnesse is drownd: may find the grace To have a place: or rather let hirselfe become a place. And I will still embrace the same. The King of Seas did move His head, and as a token that he did my sute approve, He made his surges all to shake. The Nymph was sore afrayd. Howbee't shee swam, and as she swam, my hand I softly layd Upon her brest which quivered still. And whyle I toucht the same, I sensibly did feele how all her body hard became: And how the earth did overgrow her bulk. And as I spake, New earth enclosde hir swimming limbes, which by and by did take Another shape, and grew into a mighty Ile. With that The River ceast and all men there did woonder much thereat. Pirithous being over hault of mynde and such a one As did despyse bothe God and man, did laugh them everychone To scorne for giving credit, and sayd thus: The woords thou spaakst Are feyned fancies, Acheloy: and overstrong thou maakst The Gods: to say that they can give and take way shapes. This scoffe Did make the heerers all amazde, for none did like thereof. And Lelex of them all the man most rype in yeeres and wit, Sayd thus: Unmeasurable is the powre of heaven, and it Can have none end. And looke what God dooth mynd to bring about, Must take effect. And in this case to put yee out of dout, Upon the hilles of Phrygie neere a Teyle there stands a tree Of Oke enclosed with a wall. Myself the place did see. For Pithey untoo Pelops feelds did send mee 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 breede and nestle there. The mightie Jove and Mercurie his sonne in shape of men Resorted thither on a tyme. A thousand houses when For roome to lodge in they had sought, a thousand houses bard Theyr doores against them. Nerethelesse one Cotage afterward Receyved them, and that was but a pelting one in deede. The roofe therof was thatched all with straw and fennish reede. Howbee't two honest auncient folke, (of whom she Baucis hight And he Philemon) in that Cote theyr fayth in youth had plight: And in that Cote had spent theyr age. And for they paciently Did beare theyr simple povertie, they made it light thereby, And shewed it no thing to bee repyned at at all. It skilles not whether there for Hyndes or Maister you doo call, For all the houshold were but two: and both of them obeyde, And both commaunded. When the Gods at this same Cotage staid, And ducking downe their heads, within the low made Wicket came, Philemon bringing ech a stoole, bade rest upon the same Their limmes: and busie Baucis brought them cuishons homely geere. ihich done, the embers on the harth she gan abrode to steere, And laid the coales togither that were raakt up over night, And with the brands and dried leaves did make them gather might, And with the blowing of hir mouth did make them kindle bright. Then from an inner house she fetcht seare sticks and clifted brands, And put them broken underneath a Skillet with hir hands. Hir Husband from their Gardenplot fetcht Coleworts. Of the which She shreaded small the leaves, and with a Forke tooke downe a flitch Of restie Bacon from the Balke made blacke with smoke, and cut A peece thereof, and in the pan to boyling did it put. And while this meate a seething was, the time in talke they spent, By meanes whereof away without much tedousnesse it went. There hung a Boawle of Beeche upon a spirget by a ring. The same with warmed water filld the two old folke did bring To bathe their guests foule feete therein. Amid the house there stood A Couch whose bottom sides and feete were all of Sallow wood, And on the same a Mat of Sedge. They cast upon this bed A covering which was never wont upon it to be spred Except it were at solemne feastes: and yet the same was olde And of the coursest, with a bed of sallow meete to holde. The Gods sate downe. The aged wife right chare and busie as A Bee, set out a table, of the which the thirde foote was A little shorter than the rest. A tylesherd made it even And tooke away the shoringnesse: and when they had it driven To stand up levell, with greene Mintes they by and by it wipte. Then set they on it Pallas fruite with double colour stripte. And Cornels kept in pickle moyst, and Endive, and a roote Of Radish, and a jolly lump of Butter fresh and soote, And Egges reare rosted. All these Cates in earthen dishes came. Then set they downe a graven cup made also of the same Selfe kinde of Plate, and Mazers made of Beech whose inner syde Was rubd with yellow wax. And when they pawsed had a tyde, Hot meate came pyping from the fyre. And shortly thereupon A cup of greene hedg wyne was brought. This tane away, anon Came in the latter course, which was of Nuts, Dates, dryed figges, Sweete smelling Apples in a Mawnd made flat of Osier twigges, And Prunes and Plums and Purple grapes cut newly from the tree, And in the middes a honnycomb new taken from the Bee. Besydes all this there did ensew good countnance overmore, With will not poore nor nigardly. Now all the whyle before, As ofen as Philemon and Dame Baucis did perceyve The emptie Cup to fill alone, and wyne to still receyve, Amazed at the straungenesse of the thing, they gan streyght way With fearfull harts and hands hilld up to frame themselves to pray. Desyring for theyr slender cheere and fare to pardoned bee. They had but one poore Goose which kept theyr little Tennantree, And this to offer to the Gods theyr guestes they did intend. The Gander wyght of wing did make the slow old folke to spend Theyr paynes in vayne, and mokt them long. At length he seemd to flye For succor to the Gods themselves, who bade he should not dye. For wee bee Gods (quoth they) and all this wicked towneship shall Abye their gylt. On you alone this mischeef shall not fall. No more but give you up your house, and follow up this hill Togither, and upon the top therof abyde our will. They bothe obeyd. And as the Gods did lead the way before, They lagged slowly after with theyr staves, and labored sore Ageinst the rysing of the hill. They were not mickle more Than full a flyghtshot from the top, when looking backe they saw How all the towne was drowned save their lyttle shed of straw. And as they wondred at the thing and did bewayle the case Of those that had theyr neyghbours beene, the old poore Cote so base Whereof they had beene owners erst, became a Church. The proppes Were turned into pillars huge. The straw uppon the toppes Was yellow, so that all the roof did seeme of burnisht gold: The floore with Marble paved was. The doores on eyther fold Were graven. At the sight hereof Philemon and his make Began to pray in feare. Then Jove thus gently them bespake: Declare thou ryghtuowse man, and thou woman meete to have A ryghtuowse howsband, what yee would most cheefly wish or crave. Philemon taking conference a little with his wyfe, Declared bothe theyr meenings thus: We covet during lyfe, Your Chapleynes for to bee to keepe your Temple. And bycause Our yeeres in concord wee have spent, I pray when death neere drawes, Let bothe of us togither leave our lives: that neyther I Behold my wyves deceace, nor shee see myne when I doo dye. Theyr wish had sequele to theyr will. As long as lyfe did last, They kept the Church. And beeing spent with age of yeares forepast, By chaunce as standing on a tyme without the Temple doore They told the fortune of the place, Philemon old and poore Saw Baucis floorish greene with leaves, and Baucis saw likewyse Philemon braunching out in boughes and twigs before hir eyes. And as the Bark did overgrow the heades of both, eche spake To other whyle they myght. At last they eche of them did take Theyr leave of other bothe at once, and therewithall the bark Did hyde theyr faces both at once. The Phrygians in that park Doo at this present day still shew the trees that shaped were Of theyr two bodies, growing yit togither joyntly there. Theis things did auncient men report of credit verie good. For why there was no cause why they should lye. As I there stood I saw the garlands hanging on the boughes, and adding new I sayd: Let them whom God dooth love be Gods, and honor dew Bee given to such as honor him with feare and reverence trew. He hilld his peace, and bothe the thing and he that did it tell Did move them all, but Theseus most. Whom being mynded well To heere of woondrous things, the brooke of Calydon thus bespake: There are, O valiant knyght, sum folke that had the powre to take Straunge shape for once, and all their lyves continewed in the same. And other sum to sundrie shapes have power themselves to frame, As thou, O Protew, dwelling in the sea that cleepes the land. For now a yoonker, now a boare, anon a Lyon, and Streyght way thou didst become a Snake, and by and by a Bull That people were afrayd of thee to see thy horned skull. And oftentymes thou seemde a stone, and now and then a tree, And counterfetting water sheere thou seemedst oft to bee A River: and another whyle contrarie thereunto Thou wart a fyre. No lesser power than also thus to doo Had Erisicthons daughter whom Awtolychus tooke to wyfe. Her father was a person that despysed all his lyfe The powre of Gods, and never did vouchsauf them sacrifyse. He also is reported to have heawen in wicked wyse The grove of Ceres, and to fell her holy woods which ay Had undiminisht and unhackt continewed to that day. There stood in it a warrie Oke which was a wood alone. Uppon it round hung fillets, crownes, and tables, many one, The vowes of such as had obteynd theyr hearts desyre. Full oft The Woodnymphes underneath this tree did fetch theyr frisks aloft And oftentymes with hand in hand they daunced in a round About the Trunk, whose bignesse was of timber good and sound Full fifteene fadom. All the trees within the wood besyde, Were unto this, as weedes to them: so farre it did them hyde. Yit could not this move Triops sonne his axe therefro to hold, But bade his servants cut it downe. And when he did behold Them stunting at his hest, he snatcht an axe with furious mood From one of them, and wickedly sayd thus: Although thys wood Not only were the derling of the Goddesse, but also The Goddesse even herself: yet would I make it ere I go To kisse the clowers with her top that pranks with braunches so. This spoken, as he sweakt his axe asyde to fetch his blow, The manast Oke did quake and sygh, the Acornes that did grow Thereon togither with the leaves to wex full pale began, And shrinking in for feare the boughes and braunches looked wan. As soone as that his cursed hand had wounded once the tree, The blood came spinning from the carf, as freshly as yee see It issue from a Bullocks necke whose throte is newly cut Before the Altar, when his flesh to sacrifyse is put. They were amazed everychone. And one among them all To let the wicked act, durst from the tree his hatchet call. The lewd Thessalian facing him sayd: Take thou heere to thee The guerdon of thy godlynesse, and turning from the tree, He chopped off the fellowes head. Which done, he went agen And heawed on the Oke. Streight from amid the tree as then There issued such a sound as this: Within this tree dwell I A Nymph to Ceres very deere, who now before I dye In comfort of my death doo give thee warning thou shalt bye Thy dooing deere within a whyle. He goeth wilfully Still thorrough with his wickednesse, untill at length the Oke Pulld partly by the force of ropes, and cut with axis stroke, Did fall, and with his weyght bare downe of under wood great store. The Wood nymphes with the losses of the woods and theyrs ryght sore Amazed, gathered on a knot, and all in mourning weede Went sad to Ceres, praying her to wreake that wicked deede Of Erisicthons. Ceres was content it should bee so. And with the moving of her head in nodding to and fro, Shee shooke the feeldes which laden were with frutefull Harvest tho, And therewithall a punishment most piteous shee proceedes To put in practyse: were it not that his most heynous deedes No pitie did deserve to have at any bodies hand. With helpelesse hungar him to pyne, in purpose shee did stand. And forasmuch as shee herself and Famin myght not meete (For fate forbiddeth Famin to abyde within the leete Where plentie is) shee thus bespake a fayrie of the hill: There lyeth in the utmost bounds of Tartarie the chill A Dreerie place, a wretched soyle, a barreine plot: no grayne, No frute, no tree, is growing there: but there dooth ay remayne Unweeldsome cold, with trembling feare, and palenesse white as clowt, And foodlesse Famin. Will thou her immediatly withowt Delay to shed herself into the stomacke of the wretch, And let no plentie staunch her force but let her working stretch Above the powre of mee. And lest the longnesse of the way May make thee wearie, take thou heere my charyot: take I say My draggons for to beare thee through the aire. In saving so She gave hir them. The Nymph mounts up, and flying thence as tho Alyghts in Scythy land, and up the cragged top of hye Mount Caucasus did cause hir Snakes with much adoo to stye. Where seeking long for Famin, shee the gaptoothd elfe did spye Amid a barreine stony feeld a ramping up the grasse With ougly nayles and chanking it. Her face pale colourd was. Hir heare was harsh and shirle, her eyes were sunken in her head. Her lyppes were hore with filth, her teeth were furd and rusty red. Her skinne was starched, and so sheere a man myght well espye The verie bowels in her bulk how every one did lye. And eke above her courbed loynes her withered hippes were seene. In stead of belly was a space where belly should have beene. Her brest did hang so sagging downe as that a man would weene That scarcely to her ridgebone had hir ribbes beene fastened well. Her leannesse made her joynts bolne big, and kneepannes for to swell. And with exceeding mighty knubs her heeles behynd boynd out. Now when the Nymph behild this elfe afarre, (she was in dout To come too neere her:) shee declarde her Ladies message. And In that same little whyle although the Nymph aloof did stand, And though shee were but newly come, yit seemed shee to feele The force of Famin. Wheruppon shee turning backe her wheele Did reyne her dragons up aloft: who streyght with courage free Conveyd her into Thessaly. Although that Famin bee Ay contrarye to Ceres woork, yit did shee then agree To do her will and glyding through the Ayre supported by The wynd, she found th'appoynted house: and entring by and by The caytifs chamber where he slept (it was in tyme of nyght) Shee hugged him betweene her armes there snorting bolt upryght, And breathing her into him, blew uppon his face and brest, That hungar in his emptie veynes myght woorke as hee did rest. And when she had accomplished her charge, shee then forsooke The frutefull Clymates of the world, and home ageine betooke Herself untoo her frutelesse feeldes and former dwelling place. The gentle sleepe did all this whyle with fethers soft embrace The wretched Erisicthons corse. Who dreaming streight of meate Did stirre his hungry jawes in vayne as though he had to eate And chanking tooth on tooth apace he gryndes them in his head, And occupies his emptie throte with swallowing, and in stead Of food devoures the lither ayre. But when that sleepe with nyght Was shaken off, immediatly a furious appetite Of feeding gan to rage in him, which in his greedy gummes And in his meatlesse maw dooth reigne unstauncht. Anon there cummes Before him whatsoever lives on sea, in aire or land: And yit he crieth still for more. And though the platters stand Before his face full furnished, yit dooth he still complayne Of hungar, craving meate at meale. The food that would susteine Whole householdes, Towneships, Shyres and Realmes suffyce not him alone. The more his pampred paunch consumes, the more it maketh mone And as the sea receyves the brookes of all the worldly Realmes, And yit is never satisfyde for all the forreine streames, And as the fell and ravening fyre refuseth never wood, But burneth faggots numberlesse, and with a furious mood The more it hath, the more it still desyreth evermore, Encreacing in devouring through encreasement of the store: So wicked Erisicthons mouth in swallowing of his meate Was ever hungry more and more, and longed ay to eate. Meate tolld in meate: and as he ate the place was empty still. The hungar of his brinklesse Maw, the gulf that nowght might fill, Had brought his fathers goods to nowght. But yit continewed ay His cursed hungar unappeasd: and nothing could alay I The flaming of his starved throte. At length when all was spent, And into his unfilled Maw bothe goods and lands were sent, An only daughter did remayne unworthy to have had So lewd a father. Hir he sold, so hard he was bestad. But shee of gentle courage could no bondage well abyde. And therfore stretching out her hands to seaward there besyde, Now save mee, quoth shee, from the yoke of bondage I thee pray, O thou that my virginitie enjoyest as a pray. Neptunus had it. Who to this her prayer did consent. And though her maister looking backe (for after him shee went) Had newly seene her: yit he turnd hir shape and made hir man, And gave her looke of fisherman. Her mayster looking than Upon her, sayd: Good fellow, thou that on the shore doost stand With angling rod and bayted hooke and hanging lyne in hand, I pray thee as thou doost desyre the Sea ay calme to thee, And fishes for to byght thy bayt, and striken still to bee, Tell where the frizzletopped wench in course and sluttish geere That stoode right now uppon this shore (for well I wote that heere I saw her standing) is become. For further than this place No footestep is appeering. Shee perceyving by the cace That Neptunes gift made well with her, and beeing glad to see Herself enquyrd for of herself, sayd thus: Who ere you bee I pray you for to pardon mee. I turned not myne eye A t'one syde ne a toother from this place, but did apply My labor hard. And that you may the lesser stand in dowt, So Neptune further still the Art and craft I go abowt, As now a whyle no living Wyght uppon this levell sand (Myself excepted) neyther man nor woman heere did stand. Her maister did beleeve her words: and turning backward went His way beguyld: and streight to her her native shape was sent. But when her father did perceyve his daughter for to have A bodye so transformable, he oftentymes her gave For monny. But the damzell still escaped, now a Mare And now a Cow, and now a Bird, a Hart, a Hynd, or Hare, And ever fed her hungry Syre with undeserved fare. But after that the maladie had wasted all the meates As well of store as that which shee had purchast by her feates: Most cursed keytife as he was, with bighting hee did rend His flesh, and by diminishing his bodye did intend To feede his bodye, till that death did speede his fatall end. But what meene I to busye mee in forreine matters thus? To alter shapes within precinct is lawfull even to us, My Lords. For sumtime I am such as you do now mee see, Sumtyme I wynd mee in a Snake: and oft I seeme to bee A Capteine of the herd with homes. For taking homes on mee I lost a tyne which heeretofore did arme mee as the print Dooth playnly shew. With that same word he syghed and did stint. What ayleth thee (quoth Theseus) to sygh so sore? and how Befell it thee to get this mayme that is uppon thy brow? The noble streame of Calydon made answer, who did weare A Garland made of reedes and flags upon his sedgie heare: A greeveus pennance you enjoyne. For who would gladly show The combats in the which himself did take the overthrow? Yit will I make a just report in order of the same. For why? to have the woorser hand was not so great a shame, As was the honor such a match to undertake. And much It comforts mee that he who did mee overcome, was such A valiant champion. If perchaunce you erst have heard the name Of Deyanyre, the fayrest Mayd that ever God did frame Shee was in myne opinion. And the hope to win her love Did mickle envy and debate among hir wooers move. With whome I entring to the house of him that should have bee My fathrilaw: Parthaons sonne (I sayd) accept thou mee Thy Sonnylaw. And Hercules in selfsame sort did woo. And all the other suters streight gave place unto us two. He vaunted of his father Jove, and of his famous deedes, And how ageinst his stepdames spyght his prowesse still proceedes. And I ageine a toother syde sayd thus: It is a shame That God should yeeld to man. (This stryfe was long ere he became A God). Thou seeist mee a Lord of waters in thy Realme Where I in wyde and wynding banks doo beare my flowing streame. No straunger shalt thou have of mee sent farre from forreine land: But one of household, or at least a neyghbour heere at hand. Alonly let it bee to mee no hindrance that the wyfe Of Jove abhorres mee not, ne that upon the paine of lyfe Shee sets mee not to talk. For where thou bostest thee to bee Alcmenas sonne, Jove eyther is not father unto thee: Or if he bee it is by sin. In making Jove thy father, Thou maakst thy mother but a whore. Now choose thee whither rather Thou had to graunt this tale of Jove surmised for to bee, Or else thy selfe begot in shame and borne in bastardee. At that he grimly bendes his browes, and much adoo he hath To hold his hands, so sore his hart inflamed is with wrath. He said no more but thus: My hand dooth serve mee better than My toong. Content I am (so I in feighting vanquish can) That thou shalt overcome in wordes. And therewithall he gan Mee feercely to assaile. Mee thought it was a shame for mee That had even now so stoutly talkt, in dooings faint to bee. I casting off my greenish cloke thrust stifly out at length Mine armes and streynd my pawing armes to hold him out by strength, And framed every limme to cope. With both his hollow hands He caught up dust and sprincked mee: and I likewise with sands Made him all yelow too. One whyle hee at my necke dooth snatch Another whyle my cleere crisp legges he striveth for to catch, Or trippes at mee: and everywhere the vauntage he dooth watch. My weightinesse defended mee, and cleerly did disfeate His stoute assaults as when a wave with hideous noyse dooth beate Against a Rocke, the Rocke dooth still both sauf and sound abyde By reason of his massinesse. Wee drew a whyle asyde. And then incountring fresh ageine, wee kept our places stowt Full minded not to yeeld an inch, but for to hold it owt. Now were wee stonding foote to foote. And I with all my brest Was leaning forward, and with head ageinst his head did rest, And with my gryping fingars I ageinst his fingars thrust. So have I seene two myghtie Bulles togither feercely just In seeking as their pryse to have the fayrest Cow in all The feeld to bee their make, and all the herd bothe greate and small Stand gazing on them fearfully not knowing unto which The conquest of so greate a gayne shall fall. Three tymes a twich Gave Hercules and could not wrinch my leaning brest him fro But at the fourth he shooke mee off and made mee to let go My hold: and with a push (I will tell truthe) he had a knacke To turne me off, and heavily he hung upon my backe. And if I may beleeved bee (as sure I meene not I To vaunt my selfe vayngloriusly by telling of a lye,) Mee thought a mountaine whelmed me. But yit with much adoo I wrested in my sweating armes, and hardly did undoo His griping hands. He following still his vauntage, suffred not Mee once to breath or gather strength, but by and by he got Mee by the necke. Then was I fayne to sinke with knee to ground, And kisse the dust. Now when in strength too weake myself I found, I tooke mee to my slights, and slipt in shape of Snake away Of wondrous length. And when that I of purpose him to fray Did bend myself in swelling rolles, and made a hideous noyse Of hissing with my forked toong, he smyling at my toyes, And laughing them to scorne sayd thus: It is my Cradle game To vanquish Snakes, O Acheloy. Admit thou overcame All other Snakes, yet what art thou compared to the Snake Of Lerna, who by cutting off did still encreasement take? For of a hundred heades not one so soone was paarde away, But that uppon the stump therof there budded other tway. This sprouting Snake whose braunching heads by slaughter did revive And grow by cropping, I subdewd, and made it could not thryve. And thinkest thou (who being none wouldst seeme a Snake) to scape? Who doost with foorged weapons feyght and under borowed shape? This sayd, his fingars of my necke he fastned in the nape. Mee thought he graand my throte as though he did with pinsons nip. I struggled from his churlish thumbes my pinched chappes to slip But doo the best and worst I could he overcame mee so. Then thirdly did remayne the shape of Bull, and quickly tho I turning to the shape of Bull rebelld ageinst my fo. He stepping to my left syde cloce, did fold his armes about My wattled necke, and following mee then running maynely out Did drag mee backe, and made mee pitch my homes against the ground, And in the deepest of the sand he overthrew mee round. And yit not so content, such hold his cruell hand did take Uppon my welked horne, that he asunder quight it brake, And pulld it from my maymed brew. The waterfayries came And filling it with frute and flowres did consecrate the same, And so my horne the Tresory of plenteousnesse became. As soone as Acheloy had told this tale a wayting Mayd With flaring heare that lay on both hir shoulders and arrayd Like one of Dame Dianas Nymphes with solemne grace forth came And brought that rich and precious home, and heaped in the same All kynd of frutes that Harvest sendes, and specially such frute As serves for latter course at meales of every sort and sute. As soone as daylight came ageine, and that the Sunny rayes Did shyne upon the tops of things, the Princes went their wayes. They would not tarry till the floud were altogither falne And that the River in his banks ran low ageine and calme. Then Acheloy amid his waves his Crabtree face did hyde And head disarmed of a home. And though he did abyde In all parts else bothe sauf and sound, yit this deformitye Did cut his comb: and for to hyde this blemish from the eye He hydes his hurt with Sallow leaves, or else with sedge and reede. But of the selfsame Mayd the love killd thee, feerce Nesse, in deede, When percing swiftly through thy back an arrow made thee bleede. For as Joves issue with his wyfe was onward on his way In going to his countryward, enforst he was to stay At swift Euenus bank, bycause the streame was risen sore Above his bounds through rage of rayne that fell but late before. Agein so full of whoorlpooles and of gulles the channell was, That scarce a man could any where fynd place of passage. As Not caring for himself but for his wyfe he there did stand, This Nessus came unto him (who was strong of body and Knew well the foordes), and sayd: Use thou thy strength, O Hercules, In swimming. I will fynd the meanes this Ladie shall with ease Bee set uppon the further bank. So Hercules betooke His wyfe to Nessus. Shee for feare of him and of the brooke Lookte pale. Her husband as he had his quiver by his syde Of arrowes full, and on his backe his heavy Lyons hyde, (For to the further bank he erst his club and bow had cast) Said: Sith I have begonne, this brooke bothe must and shalbee past. He never casteth further doubts, nor seekes the calmest place, But through the roughest of the streame he cuts his way apace. Now as he on the furthersyde was taking up his bow, His heard his wedlocke shreeking out, and did hir calling know: And cryde to Nesse (who went about to deale unfaythfully In running with his charge away): Whoa, whither doost thou fly, Thou Royster thou, uppon vaine hope by swiftnesse to escape My hands? I say give eare thou Nesse for all thy double shape, And meddle not with that thats myne. Though no regard of mee Might move thee to refrayne from rape, thy father yit might bee A warning, who for offring shame to Juno now dooth feele Continuall torment in his limbes by turning on a wheele. For all that thou hast horses feete which doo so bolde thee make, Yit shalt thou not escape my hands. I will thee overtake With wound and not with feete. He did according as he spake. For with an arrow as he fled he strake him through the backe, And out before his brist ageine the hooked iron stacke. And when the same was pulled out, the blood amayne ensewd At both the holes with poyson foule of Lerna Snake embrewd: This blood did Nessus take, and said within himselfe: Well: sith I needes must dye, yet will I not dye unrevendgd. And with The same he staynd a shirt, and gave it unto Dyanyre, Assuring hir it had the powre to kindle Cupids fyre. A greate whyle after when the deedes of worthy Hercules Were such as filled all the world, and also did appease The hatred of his stepmother, as he uppon a day With conquest from Oechalia came, and was abowt to pay His vowes to Jove uppon the Mount of Cenye, tatling fame (Who in reporting things of truth delyghts to sauce the same With tales, and of a thing of nowght dooth ever greater grow Through false and newly forged lyes that shee hirself dooth sow) Told Dyanyre that Hercules did cast a liking to A Ladie called Iolee. And Dyanyra (whoo Was jealous over Hercules,) gave credit to the same. And when that of a Leman first the tidings to hir came, She being striken to the hart, did fall to teares alone, And in a lamentable wise did make most wofull mone. Anon she said: what meene theis teares thus gushing from myne eyen? My husbands Leman will rejoyce at theis same teares of myne. Nay, sith she is to come, the best it were to shonne delay, And for to woork sum new devyce and practyse whyle I may, Before that in my bed her limbes the filthy strumpet lay. And shall I then complayne? or shall I hold my toong with skill? Shall I returne to Calydon? or shall I tarry still? Or shall I get me out of doores, and let them have their will? What if that I (Meleager) remembring mee to bee Thy suster, to attempt sum act notorious did agree? And in a harlots death did shew (that all the world myght see) What greef can cause the womankynd to enterpryse among? And specially when thereunto they forced are by wrong. With wavering thoughts ryght violently her mynd was tossed long. At last shee did preferre before all others, for to send The shirt bestayned with the blood of Nessus to the end To quicken up the quayling love. And so not knowing what She gave, she gave her owne remorse and greef to Lychas that Did know as little as herself: and wretched woman, shee Desyrd him gently to her Lord presented it to see. The noble Prince receyving it without mistrust therein, Did weare the poyson of the Snake of Lerna next his skin. To offer incense and to pray to Jove he did begin, And on the Marble Altar he full boawles of wyne did shed, When as the poyson with the heate resolving, largely spred Through all the limbes of Hercules. As long as ere he could, The stoutnesse of his hart was such, that sygh no whit he would. But when the mischeef grew so great all pacience to surmount, He thrust the altar from him streight, and filled all the mount Of Oeta with his roring out. He went about to teare The deathfull garment from his backe, but where he pulled, there He pulld away the skin: and (which is lothsum to report) It eyther cleaved to his limbes and members in such sort As that he could not pull it off, or else it tare away The flesh, that bare his myghty bones and grisly sinewes lay. The scalding venim boyling in his blood, did make it hisse, As when a gad of steel red hot in water quenched is. There was no measure of his paine. The frying venim hent His inwards, and a purple swet from all his body went. His sindged sinewes shrinking crakt, and with a secret strength The povson even within his bones the Maree melts at length. And holding up his hands to heaven, he sayd, with hideous reere: O Saturnes daughter, feede thy selfe on my distresses heere. Yea feede, and, cruell wyght, this plage behold thou from above And glut thy savage hart therewith. Or if thy fo may move Thee unto pitie, (for to thee I am an utter fo) Bereeve mee of my hatefull soule distrest with helplesse wo, And borne to endlesse toyle. For death shall unto mee bee sweete, And for a cruell stepmother is death a gift most meetc. And is it I that did destroy Busiris, who did foyle His temple floores with straungers blood? Ist I that did dispoyle Antaeus of his mothers help? Ist I that could not bee Abashed at the Spanyard who in one had bodies three? Nor at the trypleheaded shape, O Cerberus, of thee? Are you the hands that by the homes the Bull of Candie drew? Did you king Augies stable clenze whom afterward yee slew? Are you the same by whom the fowles were scaard from Stymphaly? Caught you the Stag in Maydenwood which did not runne but fly? Are you the hands whose puissance receyved for your pay The golden belt of Thermodon? Did you convey away The Apples from the Dragon fell that waked nyght and day? Ageinst the force of mee, defence the Centaures could not make, Nor yit the Boare of Arcadie: nor yit the ougly Snake Of Lerna, who by losse did grow and dooble force still take. What? is it I that did behold the pampyred Jades of Thrace With Maungers full of flesh of men on which they fed apace? Ist I that downe at syght thereof theyr greazy Maungers threw, And bothe the fatted Jades themselves and eke their mayster slew? The Nemean Lyon by theis armes lyes dead uppon the ground. Theis armes the monstruous Giant Cake by Tyber did confound. Uppon theis shoulders have I borne the weyght of all the skie. Joves cruell wyfe is weerye of commaunding mee. Yit I Unweerie am of dooing still. But now on mee is lyght An uncoth plage, which neyther force of hand, nor vertues myght, Nor Arte is able to resist. Like wasting fyre it spreedes Among myne inwards, and through out on all my body feedes. But all this whyle Eurysthye lives in health. And sum men may Beeleve there bee sum Goddes in deede. Thus much did Hercule say. And wounded over Oeta hygh, he stalking gan to stray, As when a Bull in maymed bulk a deadly dart dooth beare, And that the dooer of the deede is shrunke asyde for feare. Oft syghing myght you him have seene, oft trembling, oft about To teare the garment with his hands from top to toe throughout, And throwing downe the myghtye trees, and chaufing with the hilles, Or casting up his handes to heaven where Jove his father dwelles. Behold as Lychas trembling in a hollow rock did lurk, He spyed him. And as his greef did all in furie woork, He sayd: Art thou, syr Lychas, he that broughtest unto mee This plagye present? of my death must thou the woorker bee? Hee quaakt and shaakt, and looked pale, and fearfully gan make Excuse. But as with humbled hands hee kneeling to him spake, The furious Hercule caught him up, and swindging him about His head a halfe a doozen tymes or more, he floong him out Into th'Euboyan sea with force surmounting any sling. He hardened into peble stone as in the ayre he hing. And even as rayne conjeald by wynd is sayd to turne to snowe, And of the snow round rolled up a thicker masse to growe, Which falleth downe in hayle: so men in auncient tyme report, That Lychas beeing swindgd about by violence in that sort, (His blood then beeing drayned out, and having left at all No moysture,) into peble stone was turned in his fall. Now also in th'Euboyan sea appeeres a hygh short rocke In shape of man ageinst the which the shipmen shun to knocke, As though it could them feele, and they doo call it by the name Of Lychas still. But thou Joves imp of great renowme and fame, Didst fell the trees of Oeta high, and making of the same A pyle, didst give to Poeans sonne thy quiver and thy bow, And arrowes which should help agein Troy towne to overthrow. He put to fyre, and as the same was kindling in the pyle, Thy selfe didst spred thy Lyons skin upon the wood the whyle, And leaning with thy head ageinst thy Club, thou laydst thee downe As cheerfully, as if with flowres and garlonds on thy crowne Thou hadst beene set a banquetting among full cups of wyne. Anon on every syde about those carelesse limbes of thyne The fyre began to gather strength, and crackling noyse did make, Assayling him whose noble hart for daliance did it take. The Goddes for this defender of the earth were sore afrayd To whom with cheerefull countnance Jove perceyving it thus sayd: This feare of yours is my delyght, and gladly even with all My hart I doo rejoyce, O Gods, that mortall folk mee call Their king and father, thinking mee ay myndfull of their weale, And that myne offspring should doo well your selves doo show such zeale. For though that you doo attribute your favor to desert, Considring his most woondrous acts: yit I too for my part Am bound unto you. Nerethelesse, for that I would not have Your faythfull harts without just cause in fearfull passions wave, I would not have you of the flames in Oeta make account. For as he hath all other things, so shall he them surmount. Save only on that part that he hath taken of his mother, The fyre shall have no power at all. Eternall is the tother, The which he takes of mee, and cannot dye, ne yeeld to fyre. When this is rid of earthly drosse, then will I lift it hygher, And take it unto heaven: and I beleeve this deede of myne Will gladsome bee to all the Gods. If any doo repyne, If any doo repyne, I say, that Hercule should become A God, repyne he still for mee, and looke he sowre and glum. But let him know that Hercules deserveth this reward, And that he shall ageinst his will alow it afterward. The Gods assented everychone. And Juno seemd to make No evill countnance to the rest, untill hir husband spake The last. For then her looke was such as well they might perceyve, Shee did her husbands noting her in evil part conceyve. Whyle Jove was talking with the Gods, as much as fyre could waste So much had fyre consumde. And now, O Hercules, thou haste No carkesse for to know thee by. That part is quyght bereft Which of thy mother thou didst take. Alonly now is left The likenesse that thou tookst of Jove. And as the Serpent slye In casting of his withered slough, renewes his yeeres thereby, And wexeth lustyer than before, and looketh crisp and bryght With scoured scales: so Hercules as soone as that his spryght Had left his mortall limbes, gan in his better part to thryve, And for to seeme a greater thing than when he was alyve, And with a stately majestie ryght reverend to appeere. His myghty father tooke him up above the cloudy spheere, And in a charyot placed him among the streaming starres. Huge Atlas felt the weyght thereof. But nothing this disbarres Eurysthyes malice. Cruelly he prosecutes the hate Uppon the offspring, which he bare ageinst the father late. But yit to make her mone unto and wayle her miserie And tell her sonnes great woorkes, which all the world could testifie, Old Alcmen had Dame Iolee. By Hercules last will In wedlocke and in hartie love shee joyned was to Hill, By whome shee then was big with chyld: when thus Alcmena sayd: The Gods at least bee mercifull and send thee then theyr ayd, And short thy labor, when the fruite the which thou goste withall Now beeing rype enforceth thee wyth fearfull voyce to call Uppon Ilithya, president of chyldbirthes, whom the ire Of Juno at my travailing made deaf to my desire. For when the Sun through twyce fyve signes his course had fully run, And that the paynfull day of birth approched of my sonne, My burthen strayned out my wombe, and that that I did beare Became so greate, that of so huge a masse yee well myght sweare That Jove was father. Neyther was I able to endure The travail any lenger tyme. Even now I you assure In telling it a shuddring cold through all my limbes dooth strike, And partly it renewes my peynes to thinke uppon the like. I beeing in most cruell throwes nyghts seven and dayes eke seven, And tyred with continuall pangs, did lift my hands to heaven, And crying out aloud did call Lucina to myne ayd, To loose the burthen from my wombe. Shee came as I had prayd: But so corrupted long before by Juno my most fo, That for to martir mee to death with peyne she purposde tho. For when shee heard my piteous plaints and gronings, downe shee sate On yon same altar which you see there standing at my gate. Upon her left knee shee had pitcht her right ham, and besyde Shee stayd the birth with fingars one within another tyde In lattiswyse. And secretly she whisperde witching spells Which hindred my deliverance more than all her dooings ells. I labord still: and forst by payne and torments of my Fitts, I rayld on Jove (although in vayne) as one besyde her witts. And av I wished for to dye. The woords that I did speake, Were such as even the hardest stones of very flint myght breake. The wyves of Thebee beeing there, for sauf deliverance prayd And giving cheerfull woords, did bid I should not bee dismayd. Among the other women there that to my labor came, There was an honest yeomans wyfe, Galantis was her name. Her heare was yellow as the gold, she was a jolly Dame. And stoutly served mee, and I did love her for the same. This wyfe (I know not how) did smell some packing gone about On Junos part. And as she oft was passing in and out, Shee spyde Lucina set uppon the altar holding fast Her armes togither on her knees, and with her fingars cast Within ech other on a knot, and sayd unto her thus: I pray you who so ere you bee, rejoyce you now with us, My Lady Alcmen hath her wish, and sauf is brought abed. Lucina leaped up amazde at that that shee had sed, And let her hands asunder slip. And I immediatly With loosening of the knot, had sauf deliverance by and by. They say that in deceyving Dame Lucina Galant laught. And therfore by the yellow locks the Goddesse wroth hir caught, And dragged her. And as she would have risen from the ground, She kept her downe, and into legges her armes shee did confound. Her former stoutnesse still remaynes: her backe dooth keepe the hew That erst was in her heare: her shape is only altered new. And for with lying mouth shee helpt a woman laboring, shee Dooth kindle also at her mouth. And now she haunteth free Our houses as shee did before, a Weasle as wee see. With that shee syghes to think uppon her servants hap, and then Her daughtrinlaw immediatly replied thus agen: But mother, shee whose altred shape dooth move your hart so sore, Was neyther kith nor kin to you. What will you say therefore, If of myne owne deere suster I the woondrous fortune show, Although my sorrow and the teares that from myne eyes doo flow, Doo hinder mee, and stop my speeche? Her mother (you must know My father by another wyfe had mee) bare never mo But this same Ladie Dryopee, the fayrest Ladye tho In all the land of Oechalye. Whom beeing then no mayd (For why the God of Delos and of Delphos had her frayd) Andraemon taketh to hys wyfe, and thinkes him well apayd. There is a certaine leaning Lake whose bowing banks doo show A likenesse of the salt sea shore. Uppon the brim doo grow All round about it Mirtletrees. My suster thither goes Unwares what was her destinie, and (which you may suppose Was more to bee disdeyned at) the cause of comming there Was to the fayries of the Lake fresh garlonds for to beare. And in her armes a babye her sweete burthen shee did hold. Who sucking on her brest was yit not full a twelvemoonth old. Not farre from this same pond did grow a Lote tree florisht gay With purple flowres and beries sweete, and leaves as greene as Bay. Of theis same flowres to please her boy my suster gathered sum, And I had thought to doo so too, for I was thither cum. I saw how from the slivered flowres red drops of blood did fall, And how that shuddring horribly the braunches quaakt withall. You must perceyve that (as too late the Countryfolk declare) A Nymph cald Lotos flying from fowle Pryaps filthy ware, Was turned into this same tree reserving still her name. My suster did not know so much, who when shee backward came Afrayd at that that shee had seene, and having sadly prayd The Nymphes of pardon, to have gone her way agen assayd: Her feete were fastned downe with rootes. Shee stryved all she myght To plucke them up, but they so sure within the earth were pyght, That nothing save her upper partes shee could that present move. A tender barke growes from beneath up leysurly above, And softly overspreddes her loynes, which when shee saw, shee went About to teare her heare, and full of leaves her hand shee hent. Her head was overgrowen with leaves. And little Amphise (so Had Eurytus his Graundsyre naamd her sonne not long ago) Did feele his mothers dugges wex hard. And as he still them drew In sucking, not a whit of milke nor moysture did ensew. I standing by thee did behold thy cruell chaunce: but nought I could releeve thee, suster myne. Yit to my powre I wrought To stay the growing of thy trunk and of thy braunches by Embracing thee. Yea I protest I would ryght willingly Have in the selfesame barke with thee bene closed up. Behold, Her husband, good Andraemon, and her wretched father, old Sir Eurytus came thither and enquyrd for Dryopee. And as they askt for Dryopee, I shewd them Lote the tree. They kist the wood which yit was warme, and falling downe bylow, Did hug the rootes of that their tree. My suster now could show No part which was not wood except her face. A deawe of teares Did stand uppon the wretched leaves late formed of her heares. And whyle she might, and whyle her mouth did give her way to speake, With such complaynt as this, her mynd shee last or all did breake: If credit may bee given to such as are in wretchednesse, I sweare by God I never yit deserved this distresse. I suffer peyne without desert. My lyfe hath guiltlesse beene. And if I lye, I would theis boughes of mine which now are greene, Myght withered bee, and I heawen downe and burned in the fyre. This infant from his mothers wombe remove you I desyre: And put him forth to nurce, and cause him underneath my tree Oft tymes to sucke, and oftentymes to play. And when that hee Is able for to speake I pray you let him greete mee heere, And sadly say: in this same trunk is hid my mother deere. But lerne him for to shun all ponds and pulling flowres from trees, And let him in his heart beleeve that all the shrubs he sees, Are bodyes of the Goddesses. Adew deere husband now, Adew deere father, and adew deere suster. And in yow If any love of mee remayne, defend my boughes I pray From wound of cutting hooke and ax, and bite of beast for ay. And for I cannot stoope to you, rayse you yourselves to mee, And come and kisse mee whyle I may yit toucht and kissed bee. And lift mee up my little boy. I can no lenger talke, ^ For now about my lillye necke as if it were a stalke The tender rynd beginnes to creepe, and overgrowes my top. Remove your fingars from my face. The spreading barke dooth stop My dying eyes without your help. Shee had no sooner left Her talking, but her lyfe therewith togither was bereft. But yit a goodwhyle after that her native shape did fade, Her newmade boughes continewed warme. Now whyle that Iole made Report of this same woondrous tale, and whyle Alcmena (who Did weepe) was drying up the teares of Iole weeping too, By putting to her thomb: there hapt a sodeine thing so straunge, That unto mirth from heavinesse theyr harts it streight did chaunge. For at the doore in manner even a very boy as then With short soft Downe about his chin, revoked backe agen To youthfull yeares, stood Iolay with countnance smooth and trim. Dame Hebee, Junos daughter, had bestowde this gift on him, Entreated at his earnest sute. Whom mynding fully there The giving of like gift ageine to any to forsweare, Dame Themis would not suffer. For (quoth shee) this present howre Is cruell warre in Thebee towne, and none but Jove hath powre To vanquish stately Canapey. The brothers shall alike Wound eyther other. And alyve a Prophet shall go seeke His owne quicke ghoste among the dead, the earth him swallowing in. The sonne by taking vengeance for his fathers death shall win The name of kynd and wicked man, in one and selfsame cace. And flayght with mischeefes, from his wits and from his native place The furies and his mothers ghoste shall restlessely him chace, Untill his wyfe demaund of him the fatall gold for meede, And that his cousin Phegies swoord doo make his sydes to bleede. Then shall the fayre Callirrhoee, Achelous daughter, pray The myghty Jove in humble wyse to graunt her children may Retyre ageine to youthfull yeeres, and that he will not see The death of him that did revenge unvenged for to bee. Jove moved at her sute shall cause his daughtrinlaw to give Like gift, and backe from age to youth Callirrhoes children drive. When Themis through foresyght had spoke theis woords of prophesie, The Gods began among themselves vayne talke to multiplie, They mooyld why others myght not give like gift as well as shee. First Pallants daughter grudged that her husband old should bee. The gentle Ceres murmurde that her Iasions heare was hore. And Vulcane would have calld ageine the yeeres long spent before By Ericthonius. And the nyce Dame Venus having care Of tyme to come, the making yong of old Anchises sware. So every God had one to whom he speciall favor bare. And through this partiall love of theyrs seditiously increast A hurlyburly, till the time that Jove among them preast, And sayd: So smally doo you stand in awe of mee this howre, As thus too rage? Thinkes any of you himself to have such powre, As for to alter destinye? I tell you Iolay Recovered hath by destinye his yeeres erst past away, Callirrhoes children must returne to youth by destiny, And not by force of armes, or sute susteynd ambitiously. And to th'entent with meelder myndes yee may this matter beare, Even I myself by destinyes am rulde. Which if I were Of power to alter, thinke you that our Aeacus should stoope By reason of his feeble age? or Radamanth should droope? Or Minos, who by reason of his age is now disdeynd, And lives not in so sure a state as heretofore he reygnd? The woords of Jove so movd the Gods that none of them complaynd, Sith Radamanth and Aeacus were both with age constreynd: And Minos also: who (as long as lusty youth did last,) Did even with terror of his name make myghty Realmes agast. But then was Minos weakened sore, and greatly stood in feare Of Milet, one of Deyons race: who proudly did him beare Uppon his father Phoebus and the stoutnesse of his youth. And though he feard he would rebell: yit durst he not his mouth Once open for to banish him his Realme: untill at last Departing of his owne accord, Miletus swiftly past The Gotesea and did build a towne uppon the Asian ground, Which still reteynes the name of him that first the same did found. And there the daughter of the brooke Maeander which dooth go So often backward, Cyane, a Nymph of body so Exceeding comly as the lyke was seldome heard of, as Shee by her fathers wynding bankes for pleasure walking was, Was knowen by Milet: unto whom a payre of twinnes shee brought, And of the twinnes the names were Caune and Byblis. Byblis ought To bee a mirror unto Maydes in lawfull wyse to love. This Byblis cast a mynd to Caune, but not as did behove A suster to her brotherward. When first of all the fyre Did kindle, shee perceyvd it not. Shee thought in her desyre Of kissing him so oftentymes no sin, ne yit no harme In cleeping him about the necke so often with her arme. The glittering glosse of godlynesse beguyld her long. Her love Began from evill unto woorse by little too remove. Shee commes to see her brother deckt in brave and trim attyre, And for to seeme exceeding fayre it was her whole desyre. And if that any fayrer were in all the flocke than shee, It spyghts her. In what case she was as yit shee did not see. Her heate exceeded not so farre as for to vow: and yit Shee suffred in her troubled brist full many a burning fit. Now calleth shee him mayster, now shee utter hateth all The names of kin. Shee rather had he should her Byblis call Than suster. Yit no filthy hope shee durst permit to creepe Within her mynd awake. But as shee lay in quiet sleepe, Shee oft behild her love: and oft she thought her brother came And lay with her, and (though asleepe) shee blushed at the same. When sleepe was gone, she long lay dumb still musing on the syght, And said with wavering mynd: Now wo is mee, most wretched wyght. What meenes the image of this dreame that I have seene this nyght? I would not wish it should bee trew. Why dreamed I then so? Sure hee is fayre although hee should bee judged by his fo. He likes mee well, and were he not my brother, I myght set My love on him, and he were mee ryght woorthy for to get, But unto this same match the name of kinred is a let. Well, so that I awake doo still mee undefylde keepe, Let come as often as they will such dreamings in my sleepe. In sleepe there is no witnesse by. In sleepe yit may I take As greate a pleasure (in a sort) as if I were awake. Oh Venus and thy tender sonne, Sir Cupid, what delyght, How present feeling of your sport hath touched mee this nyght. How lay I as it were resolvd both maree, flesh, and bone. How gladdes it mee to thinke thereon. Alas too soone was gone That pleasure, and too hastye and despyghtfull was the nyght In breaking of my joyes. O Lord, if name of kinred myght Betweene us two removed bee, how well it would agree, O Caune, that of thy father I the daughtrinlaw should bee. How fitly myght my father have a sonneinlaw of thee. Would God that all save auncesters were common to us twayne. I would thou were of nobler stocke than I. I cannot sayne, O perle of beautie, what shee is whom thou shalt make a mother. Alas how ill befalles it mee that I could have none other Than those same parents which are thyne. So only still my brother And not my husband mayst thou bee. The thing that hurts us bothe Is one, and that betweene us ay inseparably gothe. What meene my dreames then? what effect have dreames? and may there bee Effect in dreames? The Gods are farre in better case than wee. For why? the Gods have matched with theyr susters as wee see. So Saturne did alie with Ops, the neerest of his blood. So Tethys with Oceanus: So Jove did think it good To take his suster Juno to his wyfe. What then? the Goddes Have lawes and charters by themselves. And sith there is such oddes Betweene the state of us and them, why should I sample take, Our worldly matters equall with the heavenly things to make? This wicked love shall eyther from my hart be driven away, Or if it can not bee expulst, God graunt I perish may, And that my brother kisse me, layd on Herce to go to grave. But my desyre the full consent of both of us dooth crave. Admit the matter liketh me. He will for sin it take. But yit the sonnes of Aeolus no scrupulousnesse did make In going to theyr susters beds. And how come I to know The feates of them? To what intent theis samples doo I show? Ah whither am I headlong driven? avaunt foule filthy fyre: And let mee not in otherwyse than susterlyke desyre My brothers love. Yit if that he were first in love with mee, His fondnesse to inclyne unto perchaunce I could agree. Shall I therefore who would not have rejected him if hee Had sude to mee, go sue to him? and canst thou speake in deede? And canst thou utter forth thy mynd? and tell him of thy neede? My love will make mee speake. I can. Or if that shame doo stay My toong, a sealed letter shall my secret love bewray. This likes her best. Uppon this poynt now restes her doubtful mynd. So raysing up herself uppon her leftsyde shee enclynd, And leaning on her elbow sayd: Let him advyse him what To doo, for I my franticke love will utter playne and flat. Alas to what ungraciousnesse intend I for to fall? What furie raging in my hart my senses dooth appall? In thinking so, with trembling hand shee framed her to wryght The matter that her troubled mynd in musing did indyght. Her ryght hand holdes the pen, her left dooth hold the empty wax. She ginnes. Shee doutes, shee wryghtes: shee in the tables findeth lacks. She notes, she blurres, dislikes, and likes: and chaungeth this for that. Shee layes away the booke, and takes it up. Shee wotes not what She would herself. What ever thing shee myndeth for to doo Misliketh her. A shamefastnesse with boldenesse mixt thereto Was in her countnance. Shee had once writ Suster: Out agen The name of Suster for to raze shee thought it best. And then She snatcht the tables up, and did theis following woords ingrave: The health which if thou give her not shee is not like to have Thy lover wisheth unto thee. I dare not ah for shame I dare not tell thee who I am, nor let thee heare my name. And if thou doo demaund of mee what thing I doo desyre, Would God that namelesse I myght pleade the matter I requyre, And that I were unknowen to thee by name of Byblis, till Assurance of my sute were wrought according to my will. As tokens of my wounded hart myght theis to thee appeere: My colour pale, my body leane, my heavy mirthlesse cheere, My watry eyes, my sighes without apparent causes why, My oft embracing of thee: and such kisses (if perdye Thou marked them) as very well thou might have felt and found Not for to have beene Susterlike. But though with greevous wound I then were striken to the hart, although the raging flame Did burne within: yit take I God to witnesse of the same, I did as much as lay in mee this outrage for to tame. And long I stryved (wretched wench) to scape the violent Dart Of Cupid. More I have endurde of hardnesse and of smart, Than any wench (a man would think) were able to abyde. Force forceth mee to shew my case which faine I still would hyde, And mercy at thy gentle hand in fearfull wyse to crave. Thou only mayst the lyfe of mee thy lover spill or save. Choose which thou wilt. No enmy craves this thing: but such a one As though shee bee alyde so sure as surer can bee none, Yit covets shee more surely yit alyed for to bee, And with a neerer kynd of band to link her selfe to thee. Let aged folkes have skill in law: to age it dooth belong To keepe the rigor of the lawes and search out ryght from wrong. Such youthfull yeeres as ours are yit rash folly dooth beseeme. Wee know not what is lawfull yit. And therefore wee may deeme That all is lawfull that wee list: ensewing in the same The dooings of the myghtye Goddes. Not dread of worldly shame Nor yit our fathers roughnesse, no nor fearfulnesse should let Our purpose. Only let all feare asyde be wholy set. ~Wee underneath the name of kin our pleasant scapes may hyde. Thou knowest I have libertie to talke with thee asyde, And openly wee kysse and cull. And what is all the rest That wants? Have mercy on mee now, who playnly have exprest My case: which thing I had not done, but that the utter rage Of love constreynes mee thereunto the which I cannot swage. Deserve not on my tumb thy name subscribed for to have, That thou art he whose cruelnesse did bring mee to my grave. Thus much shee wrate in vayne, and wax did want her to indyght, And in the margent she was fayne the latter verse to wryght. Immediatly to seale her shame shee takes a precious stone, The which shee moystes with teares: from tung the moysture quight was gone. She calld a servant shamefastly, and after certaine fayre And gentle woords: My trusty man, I pray thee beare this payre Of tables (quoth shee) to my (and a great whyle afterward Shee added) brother. Now through chaunce or want of good regard The table slipped downe to ground in reaching to him ward. The handsell troubled sore her mynd. But yit shee sent them. And Her servant spying tyme did put them into Caunyes hand. Maeanders nephew sodeinly in anger floong away The tables ere he half had red, (scarce able for to stay His fistocke from the servants face who quaakt) and thus did say: Avaunt, thou baudye ribawd, whyle thou mayst. For were it not For shame I should have killed thee. Away afrayd he got, And told his mistresse of the feerce and cruell answer made By Caunye. By and by the hew of Byblis gan to fade, And all her body was benumd with Icie colde for feare To heere of this repulse. Assoone as that her senses were Returnd ageine, her furious flames returned with her witts. And thus shee sayd so soft that scarce hir toong the ayer hitts: And woorthely. For why was I so rash as to discover By hasty wryghting this my wound which most I ought to cover? I should with dowtfull glauncing woords have felt his humor furst, And made a trayne to trye him if pursue or no he durst. I should have vewed first the coast, to see the weather cleere, And then I myght have launched sauf and boldly from the peere. But now I hoyst up all my sayles before I tryde the wynd: And therfore am I driven uppon the rockes against my mynd, And all the sea dooth overwhelme mee. Neyther may I fynd The meanes to get to harbrough, or from daunger to retyre. Why did not open tokens warne to bridle my desyre, Then when the tables falling in delivering them declaard My hope was vaine? And ought not I then eyther to have spaard From sending them as that day? or have chaunged whole my mynd? Nay rather shifted of the day? For had I not beene blynd Even God himself by soothfast signes the sequele seemd to hit. Yea rather than to wryghting thus my secrets to commit, I should have gone and spoke myself, and presently have showde My fervent love. He should have seene how teares had from mee flowde. Hee should have seene my piteous looke ryght loverlike. I could Have spoken more than into those my tables enter would. About his necke against his will, myne armes I myght have wound And had he shaakt me off, I myght have seemed for to swound. I humbly myght have kist his feete, and kneeling on the ground Besought him for to save my lyfe. All theis I myght have proved, Wherof although no one alone his stomacke could have moved, Yit all togither myght have made his hardened hart relent. Perchaunce there was some fault in him that was of message sent. He stept unto him bluntly (I beleeve) and did not watch Convenient tyme, in merrie kew at leysure him to catch. Theis are the things that hindred mee. For certeinly I knowe No sturdy stone nor massy steele dooth in his stomacke grow. He is not made of Adamant. He is no Tygers whelp. He never sucked Lyonesse. He myght with little help Bee vanquisht. Let us give fresh charge uppon him. Whyle I live Without obteyning victorie I will not over give. For firstly (if it lay in mee my dooings to revoke) I should not have begonne at all. But seeing that the stroke Is given, the second poynt is now to give the push to win. For neyther he (although that I myne enterpryse should blin) Can ever whyle he lives forget my deede. And sith I shrink, My love was lyght, or else I meant to trap him, he shall think. Or at the least he may suppose that this my rage of love Which broyleth so within my brest, proceedes not from above By Cupids stroke, but of some foule and filthy lust. In fyne I cannot but to wickednesse now more and more inclyne. By wryghting is my sute commenst: my meening dooth appeere: And though I cease: yit can I not accounted bee for cleere. Now that that dooth remayne behynd is much as in respect My fond desyre to satisfy: and little in effect To aggravate my fault withall. Thus much shee sayd. And so Unconstant was her wavering mynd still floting to and fro, That though it irkt her for to have attempted, yit proceedes Shee in the selfsame purpose of attempting, and exceedes All measure, and, unhappy wench, shee takes from day to day Repulse upon repulse, and yit shee hath not grace to stay. Soone after when her brother saw there was with her no end, He fled his countrie forbycause he would not so offend, And in a forreine land did buyld a Citie. Then men say That Byblis through despayre and thought all wholy did dismay. Shee tare her garments from her brest, and furiously shee wroong Her hands, and beete her armes, and like a bedlem with her toong Confessed her unlawfull love. But beeing of the same Dispoynted, shee forsooke her land and hatefull house for shame, And followed after flying Caune. And as the Froes of Thrace In dooing of the three yeere rites of Bacchus: in lyke cace The maryed wyves of Bubasie saw Byblis howling out Through all theyr champion feeldes, the which shee leaving, ran about In Caria to the Lelegs who are men in battell stout, And so to Lycia. Shee had past Crag, Limyre, and the brooke Of Xanthus, and the countrie where Chymaera that same pooke Hath Goatish body, Lions head and brist, and Dragons tayle, When woods did want: and Byblis now beginning for to quayle Through weerynesse in following Caune, sank down and layd her hed Ageinst the ground, and kist the leaves that wynd from trees had shed. The Nymphes of Caria went about in tender armes to take Her often up. They oftentymes perswaded her to slake Her love. And woords of comfort to her deafe eard mynd they spake. Shee still lay dumbe: and with her nayles the greenish herbes shee hild, And moysted with a streame of teares the grasse upon the feeld. The waternymphes (so folk report) put under her a spring, Whych never myght be dryde: and could they give a greater thing? Immediatly even like as when yee wound a pitchtree rynd, The gum dooth issue out in droppes: or as the westerne wynd With gentle blast toogither with the warmth of Sunne, unbynd The yee: or as the clammy kynd of cement which they call Bitumen issueth from the ground full fraughted therewithall: So Phoebus neece, Dame Byblis, then consuming with her teares, Was turned to a fountaine, which in those same vallyes beares The tytle of the founder still, and gusheth freshly out From underneath a Sugarchest as if it were a spowt. The fame of this same wondrous thing perhappes had filled all The hundred Townes of Candye had a greater not befall More neerer home by Iphys meanes transformed late before. For in the shyre of Phestos hard by Gnossus dwelt of yore A yeoman of the meaner sort that Lyctus had to name. His stocke was simple, and his welth according to the same. Howbee't his lyfe so upryght was, as no man could it blame. He came unto his wyfe then big and ready downe to lye, And sayd: Two things I wish thee. T'one, that when thou out shalt crye, Thou mayst dispatch with little payne: the other that thou have A Boay. For Gyrles to bring them up a greater cost doo crave. And I have no abilitie. And therefore if thou bring A wench (it goes ageinst my heart to thinke uppon the thing) Although ageinst my will, I charge it streyght destroyed bee. The bond of nature needes must beare in this behalf with mee This sed, both wept exceedingly, as well the husband who Did give commaundement, as the wyfe that was commaunded too. Yit Telethusa earnestly at Lyct her husband lay, (Although in vayne) to have good hope, and of himselfe more stay. But he was full determined. Within a whyle, the day Approched that the frute was rype, and shee did looke to lay Her belly every mynute: when at midnyght in her rest Stood by her (or did seeme to stand) the Goddesse Isis, drest And trayned with the solemne pomp of all her rytes. Two homes Uppon her forehead lyke the moone, with eares of rypened comes Stood glistring as the burnisht gold. Moreover shee did weare A rich and stately diademe. Attendant on her were The barking bug Anubis, and the saint of Bubast, and The pydecote Apis, and the God that gives to understand By fingar holden to his lippes that men should silence keepe, And Lybian wormes whose strnging dooth enforce continuall sleepe, And thou, Osyris, whom the folk of Aegypt ever seeke, And never can have sought inough, and Rittlerattles eke. Then even as though that Telethuse had fully beene awake, And seene theis things with open eyes, thus Isis to her spake: My servant Telethusa, cease this care, and breake the charge Of Lyct. And when Lucina shall have let thy frute at large, Bring up the same what ere it bee. I am a Goddesse who Delyghts in helping folke at neede. I hither come to doo Thee good. Thou shalt not have a cause hereafter to complayne Of serving of a Goddesse that is thanklesse for thy payne. When Isis had this comfort given, shee went her way agayne. A joyfull wyght rose Telethuse, and lifting to 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 to Lyctus who knew nothing of the same. The mother making him beleeve it was a boay, did bring It up, and none but shee and nurce were privie to the thing. The father thanking God did give the chyld the Graundsyres name, The which was Iphys. Joyfull was the moother of the same, Bycause the name did serve alike to man and woman bothe, And so the lye through godly guile forth unperceyved gothe. The garments of it were a boayes. The face of it was such As eyther in a boay or gyrle of beawtie uttered much. When Iphys was of thirteene yeeres, her father did insure The browne Ianthee unto her, a wench of looke demure, Commended for her favor 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 favor leeke, And under both one schoolemayster they did for nurture seeke. And hereupon the hartes of both, the dart of Love did streeke, And wounded both of them aleeke. But unlike was theyr hope. Both longed for the wedding day togither for to cope. For whom Ianthee thinkes to bee a man, shee hopes to see Her husband. Iphys loves whereof shee thinkes shee may not bee Partaker, and the selfesame thing augmenteth still her flame. Herself a Mayden with a Mayd (ryght straunge) in love became. Shee scarce could stay her teares. What end remaynes for mee (quoth shee) How straunge a love? how uncoth? how prodigious reygnes in mee? If that the Gods did favor mee, they should destroy mee quyght. Of if they would not mee destroy, at least wyse yit they myght Have given mee such a maladie as myght with nature stond, Or nature were acquainted with. A Cow is never fond Uppon a Cow, nor Mare on Mare. The Ram delyghts the Eawe, The Stag the Hynde, the Cocke the Hen. But never men could shew, That female yit was tane in love with female kynd. O would To God I never had beene borne. Yit least that Candy should Not bring foorth all that monstruous were, the daughter of the Sonne Did love a Bull. Howbee't there was a Male to dote uppon. My love is furiouser than hers, if truthe confessed bee. For shee was fond of such a lust as myght bee compast. Shee Was served by a Bull beguyld by Art in Cow of tree. And one there was for her with whom advowtrie to commit. If all the conning in the worlde and slyghts of suttle wit Were heere, or if that Daedalus himselfe with uncowth wing Of Wax should hither fly againe, what comfort should he bring? Could he with all his conning crafts now make a boay of mee? Or could he, O Ianthee, chaunge the native shape of thee? Nay rather, Iphys, settle thou thy mynd and call thy witts Abowt thee: shake thou off theis flames that foolishly by fitts Without all reason reigne. Thou seest what Nature hathe thee made (Onlesse thow wilt deceyve thy selfe.) So farre foorth wysely wade, As ryght and reason may support, and love as women ought. Hope is the thing that breedes desyre, hope feedes the amorous thought. This hope thy sex denieth thee. Not watching doth restreyne Thee from embracing of the thing wherof thou art so fayne. Nor yit the Husbands jealowsie, nor rowghnesse of her Syre, Nor yit the coynesse of the Wench dooth hinder thy desyre. And yit thou canst not her enjoy. No, though that God and man Should labor to their uttermost and doo the best they can In thy behalfe, they could not make a happy wyght of thee. I cannot wish the thing but that I have it. Frank and free The Goddes have given mee what they could. As I will, so will bee That must become my fathrinlaw. So willes my father, too. But nature stronger than them all consenteth not thereto. This hindreth mee, and nothing else. Behold the blisfull tyme, The day of Mariage is at hand. Ianthee shalbee myne, And yit I shall not her enjoy. Amid the water wee Shall thirst. O Juno, president of mariage, why with thee Comes Hymen to this wedding where no brydegroome you shall see, But bothe are Brydes that must that day togither coupled bee? This spoken, shee did hold hir peace. And now the tother mayd Did burne as hote in love as shee. And earnestly shee prayd The brydale day myght come with speede. The thing for which shee longd Dame Telethusa fearing sore, from day to day prolongd The tyme, oft feyning siknesse, oft pretending shee had seene Ill tokens of successe. At length all shifts consumed beene. The wedding day so oft delayd was now at hand. The day Before it, taking from her head the kercheef quyght away, And from her daughters head likewyse, with scattred heare she layd Her handes upon the Altar, and with humble voyce thus prayd: O Isis, who doost haunt the towne of Paretonie, and The feeldes by Maraeotis lake, and Pharos which dooth stand By Alexandria, and the Nyle divided into seven Great channels, comfort thou my feare, and send mee help from heaven, Thyself, O Goddesse, even thyself, and theis thy relikes I Did once behold and knew them all: as well thy company As eke thy sounding rattles, and thy cressets burning by, And myndfully I marked what commaundement thou didst give. That I escape unpunished, that this same wench dooth live, Thy counsell and thy hest it is. Have mercy now on twayne, And help us. With that word the teares ran downe her cheekes amayne. The Goddesse seemed for to move her Altar: and in deede She moved it. The temple doores did tremble like a reede. And homes in likenesse to 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 shee went away. And Iphys followed after her with larger pace than ay Shee was accustomd. And her face continued not so whyght. Her strength encreased, and her looke more sharper was to syght. Her heare grew shorter, and shee had a much more lively spryght, Than when shee was a wench. For thou, O Iphys, who ryght now A modther wert, art now a boay. With offrings both of yow To Church retyre, and there rejoyce with fayth unfearfull. They With offrings went to Church ageine, and there theyr vowes did pay. They also set a table up, which this breef meeter had: The vowes that Iphys vowd a wench he hath performd a Lad. Next morrow over all the world did shine with lightsome flame, When Juno, and Dame Venus, and Sir Hymen joyntly came To Iphys mariage, who as then transformed to a boay Did take Ianthee to his wyfe, and so her love enjoy. From thence in saffron colourd robe flew Hymen through the ayre, And into Thracia beeing called by Orphy did repayre. He came in deede at Orphyes call: but neyther did he sing The woordes of that solemnitie, nor merry countnance bring, Nor any handsell of good lucke. His torch with drizling smoke Was dim: the same to burne out cleere, no stirring could provoke. The end was woorser than the signe. For as the Bryde did rome Abrode accompanyde with a trayne of Nymphes to bring her home, A serpent lurking in the grasse did sting her in the ancle: Whereof shee dyde incontinent, so swift the bane did rancle. Whom when the Thracian Poet had bewayld sufficiently On earth, the Ghostes departed hence he minding for to trie, Downe at the gate of Taenarus did go to Limbo lake. And thence by gastly folk and soules late buried he did take His journey to Persephonee and to the king of Ghosts That like a Lordly tyran reignes in those unpleasant coasts. And playing on his tuned harp he thus began to sound: O you, the Sovereines of the world set underneath the ground, To whome wee all (what ever thing is made of mortall kynd) Repayre, if by your leave I now may freely speake my mynd, I come not hither as a spye the shady Hell to see: Nor yet the foule three headed Curre whose heares all Adders bee To tye in cheynes. The cause of this my vyage is my wyfe Whose foote a Viper stinging did abridge her youthfull lyfe. I would have borne it paciently: and so to doo I strave, But Love surmounted powre. This God is knowen great force to have Above on earth. And whether he reigne heere or no I dowt. But I beleeve hee reignes heere too. If fame that flies abowt Of former rape report not wrong, Love coupled also yow. By theis same places full of feare: by this huge Chaos now, And by the stilnesse of this waste and emptye Kingdome, I Beseech yee of Eurydicee unreele the destinye That was so swiftly reeled up. All things to you belong. And though wee lingring for a whyle our pageants do prolong, Yit soone or late wee all to one abyding place doo rome: Wee haste us hither all: this place becomes our latest home: And you doo over humaine kynd reigne longest tyme. Now when This woman shall have lived full her tyme, shee shall agen Become your owne. The use of her but for a whyle I crave. And if the Destnyes for my wyfe denye mee for to have Releace, I fully am resolvd for ever heere to dwell. Rejoyce you in the death of both. As he this tale did tell, And played on his instrument, the bloodlesse ghostes shed teares: To tyre on Titius growing hart the greedy Grype forbeares: The shunning water Tantalus endevereth not to drink: And Danaus daughters ceast to fill theyr tubbes that have no brink. Ixions wheele stood still: and downe sate Sisyphus uppon His rolling stone. Then first of all (so fame for truth hath gone) The Furies beeing striken there with pitie at his song Did weepe. And neyther Pluto nor his Ladie were so strong And hard of stomacke to withhold his just petition long. They called foorth Eurydicee who was as yit among The newcome Ghosts, and limped of her wound. Her husband tooke Her with condicion that he should not backe uppon her looke, Untill the tyme that hee were past the bounds of Limbo quyght: Or else to lose his gyft. They tooke a path that steepe upryght Rose darke and full of foggye mist. And now they were within A kenning of the upper earth, when Orphye did begin To dowt him lest shee followed not, and through an eager love Desyrous for to see her he his eyes did backward move. Immediatly shee slipped backe. He retching out his hands, Desyrous to bee caught and for to ketch her grasping stands. But nothing save the slippry aire (unhappy man) he caught. Shee dying now the second tyme complaynd of Orphye naught. For why what had shee to complayne, onlesse it were of love Which made her husband backe agen his eyes uppon her move? Her last farewell shee spake so soft, that scarce he heard the sound, And then revolted to the place in which he had her found. This double dying of his wife set Orphye in a stound, No lesse than him who at the syght of Plutos dreadfull Hound That on the middle necke of three dooth beare an iron cheyne, Was striken in a sodein feare and could it not restreyne, Untill the tyme his former shape and nature beeing gone, His body quyght was overgrowne, and turned into stone. Or than the foolish Olenus, who on himself did take Anothers fault, and giltlesse needes himself would giltie make, Togither with his wretched wyfe Lethaea, for whose pryde They both becomming stones, doo stand even yit on watry Ide. He would have gone to Hell ageine, and earnest sute did make: But Charon would not suffer him to passe the Stygian lake. Seven dayes he sate forlorne uppon the bank and never eate A bit of bread. Care, teares, and thought, and sorrow were his meate And crying out uppon the Gods of Hell as cruell, hee Withdrew to lofty Rhodopee and Heme which beaten bee With Northern wynds. Three tymes the Sunne had passed through the sheere And watry signe of Pisces and had finisht full the yeere, And Orphye (were it that his ill successe hee still did rew, Or that he vowed so to doo) did utterly eschew The womankynd. Yit many a one desyrous were to match With him, but he them with repulse did all alike dispatch. He also taught the Thracian folke a stewes of Males to make And of the flowring pryme of boayes the pleasure for to take. There was a hyll, and on the hyll a verie levell plot, Fayre greene with grasse. But as for shade or covert was there not. As soone as that this Poet borne of Goddes, in that same place Sate downe and toucht his tuned strings, a shadow came apace. There wanted neyther Chaons tree, nor yit the trees to which Fresh Phaetons susters turned were, nor Beeche, nor Holme, nor Wich, Nor gentle Asp, nor wyvelesse Bay, nor lofty Chestnuttree. Nor Hazle spalt, nor Ash wherof the shafts of speares made bee. Nor knotlesse Firre, nor cheerfull Plane, nor Maple flecked grayne. Nor Lote, nor Sallow which delights by waters to remayne. Nor slender twigged Tamarisk, nor Box ay greene of hew. Nor Figtrees loden with theyr frute of colours browne and blew. Nor double colourd Myrtletrees. Moreover thither came The wrything Ivye, and the Vyne that runnes uppon a frame, Elmes clad with Vynes, and Ashes wyld and Pitchtrees blacke as cole, And full of trees with goodly frute red stryped, Ortyards whole. And Palmetrees lythe which in reward of conquest men doo beare, And Pynapple with tufted top and harsh and prickling heare, The tree to Cybele, mother of the Goddes, most deere. For why? Her minion Atys putting off the shape of man, did dye, And hardened into this same tree. Among this companee Was present with a pyked top the Cypresse, now a tree, Sumtime a boay beloved of the God that with a string Dooth arme his bow, and with a string in tune his Violl bring. For hallowed to the Nymphes that in the feeldes of Carthye were There was a goodly myghty Stag whose homes such bredth did beare, As that they shadowed all his head. His homes of gold did shyne, And downe his brest hung from his necke, a cheyne with jewels fyne. Amid his frunt with prettie strings a tablet beeing tyde, Did waver as he went: and from his eares on eyther syde Hung perles of all one growth about his hollow temples bryght. This goodly Spitter beeing voyd of dread, as having quyght Forgot his native fearefulnesse, did haunt mens houses, and Would suffer folk (yea though unknowen) to coy him with theyr hand. But more than unto all folke else he deerer was to thee O Cyparisse, the fayrest Wyght that ever man did see In Coea. Thou to pastures, thou to water springs him led, Thou wreathedst sundry flowres betweene his homes uppon his hed. Sumtyme a horsman thou his backe for pleasure didst bestryde, And haltring him with silken bit from place to place didst ryde. In summer tyme about hygh noone when Titan with his heate Did make the hollow crabbed cleas of Cancer for to sweate, Unweeting Cyparissus with a Dart did strike this Hart Quyght through. And when that of the wound he saw he must depart, He purposd for to die himself. What woords of comfort spake Not Phoebus to him? willing him the matter lyght to take And not more sorrow for it than was requisite to make. But still the Lad did sygh and sob, and as his last request Desyred God he myght thenceforth from moorning never rest. Anon through weeping overmuch his blood was drayned quyght: His limbes wext greene: his heare which hung upon his forehead whyght Began to bee a bristled bush: and taking by and by A stiffnesse, with a sharpened top did face the starrie skye. The God did sigh, and sadly sayd: Myselfe shall moorne for thee, And thou for others: and ay one in moorning thou shalt bee. Such wood as this had Orphye drawen about him as among The herdes of beasts, and flocks of Birds he sate amyds the throng. And when his thumbe sufficiently had tryed every string, And found that though they severally in sundry sounds did ring, Yit made they all one Harmonie, he thus began to sing: O Muse my mother, frame my song of Jove, for every thing Is subject unto royall Jove. Of Jove the heavenly King I oft have shewed the glorious power. I erst in graver verse The Gyants slayne in Phlaegra feeldes with thunder, did reherse. But now I neede a meelder style to tell of prettie boyes That were the derlings of the Gods: and of unlawfull joyes That burned in the brests of Girles, who for theyr wicked lust According as they did deserve, receyved penance just. The King of Goddes did burne erewhyle in love of Ganymed The Phrygian and the thing was found which Jupiter that sted Had rather bee than that he was. Yit could he not beteeme The shape of any other Bird than Aegle for to seeme And so he soring in the ayre with borrowed wings trust up The Trojane boay who still in heaven even yit dooth beare his cup, And brings him Nectar though against Dame Junos will it bee. And thou Amyclys sonne (had not thy heavy destinee Abridged thee before thy tyme) hadst also placed beene By Phoebus in the firmament. How bee it (as is seene) Thou art eternall so farre forth as may bee. For as oft As watrie Piscis giveth place to Aries that the soft And gentle springtyde dooth succeede the winter sharp and stowre: So often thou renewest thyself, and on the fayre greene clowre Doost shoote out flowres. My father bare a speciall love to thee Above all others. So that whyle the God went oft to see Eurotas and unwalled Spart, he left his noble towne Of Delphos (which amid the world is situate in renowne) Without a sovereigne. Neyther Harp nor Bow regarded were. Unmyndfull of his Godhead he refused not to beare The nets, nor for to hold the hounds, nor as a peynfull mate To travell over cragged hilles, through which continuall gate His flames augmented more and more. And now the sunne did stand Well neere midway beetweene the nyghts last past and next at hand. They stript themselves and noynted them with oyle of Olyfe fat. And fell to throwing of a Sledge that was ryght huge and flat. Fyrst Phoebus peysing it did throw it from him with such strength, As that the weyght drave downe the clouds in flying. And at length It fell upon substantiall ground, where plainly it did show As well the cunning as the force of him that did it throw. Immediatly upon desyre himself the sport to trie, The Spartane lad made haste to take up unadvisedly The Sledge before it still did lye. But as he was in hand To catch it, it rebounding up ageinst the hardened land, Did hit him full upon the face. The God himselfe did looke As pale as did the lad, and up his swounding body tooke. Now culles he him, now wypes he from the wound the blood away, Anotherwhyle his fading lyfe he stryves with herbes to stay. Nought booted Leechcraft. Helplesse was the wound. And like as one Broosd violet stalkes or Poppie stalkes or Lillies growing on Browne spindles, streight they withering droope with heavy heads and are Not able for to hold them up, but with their tops doo stare Uppon the ground, so Hyacinth in yeelding of his breath Chopt downe his head. His necke bereft of strength by meanes of death Was even a burthen to itself, and downe did loosely wrythe On both his shoulders, now a t'one and now a toother lythe. Thou faadst away, my Hyacinth, defrauded of the pryme Of youth (quoth Phoebus) and I see thy wound my heynous cryme. Thou art my sorrow and my fault: this hand of myne hath wrought Thy death: I like a murtherer have to thy grave thee brought. But what have I offended thow? onlesse that to have playd, Or if that to have loved, an offence it may be sayd. Would God I render myght my lyfe with and instead of thee. To which syth fatall destinee denyeth to agree, Both in my mynd and in my mouth thou evermore shalt bee. My Violl striken with my hand, my songs shall sound of thee, And in a newmade flowre thou shalt with letters represent Our syghings. And the tyme shall come ere many yeeres bee spent, That in thy flowre a valeant Prince shall joyne himself with thee, And leave his name uppon the leaves for men to reede and see. Whyle Phoebus thus did prophesie, behold the blood of him Which dyde the grasse, ceast blood to bee, and up there sprang a trim And goodly flowre, more orient than the Purple cloth ingrayne, In shape a Lillye, were it not that Lillyes doo remayne Of sylver colour, whereas theis of purple hew are seene. Although that Phoebus had the cause of this greate honor beene, Yit thought he not the same ynough. And therfore did he wryght His syghes uppon the leaves thereof: and so in colour bryght The flowre hath a writ theron, which letters are of greef. So small the Spartanes thought the birth of Hyacinth repreef Unto them, that they woorship him from that day unto this. And as their fathers did before, so they doe never misse With solemne pomp to celebrate his feast from yeere to yeere. But if perchaunce that Amathus the rich in mettals, weere Demaunded if it would have bred the Propets it would sweare, Yea even as gladly as the folke whose brewes sumtyme did beare A payre of welked homes: whereof they Cerastes named are. Before theyr doore an Altar stood of Jove that takes the care Of alyents and of travellers, which lothsome was to see, For lewdnesse wrought theron. If one that had a straunger bee Had lookt thereon, he would have thought there had on it beene killd Sum sucking calves or lambes. The blood of straungers there was spilld. Dame Venus sore offended at this wicked sacrifyse, To leave her Cities and the land of Cyprus did devyse. But then bethinking her, shee sayd: What hath my pleasant ground, What have my Cities trespassed? what fault in them is found? Nay rather let this wicked race by exyle punnisht beene, Or death, or by sum other thing that is a meane betweene Both death and exyle. What is that? save only for to chaunge Theyr shape. In musing with herself what figure were most straunge, Shee cast her eye uppon a home. And therewithall shee thought The same to bee a shape ryght meete uppon them to bee brought: And so shee from theyr myghty limbes theyr native figure tooke, And turnd them into boystous Bulles with grim and cruell looke. Yit durst the filthy Propets stand in stiffe opinion that Dame Venus was no Goddesse till shee beeing wroth thereat, To make theyr bodies common first compelld them everychone And after chaungd theyr former kynd. For when that shame was gone, And that they wexed brazen faast, shee turned them to stone, In which betweene their former shape was diffrence small or none. Whom forbycause Pygmalion saw to leade theyr lyfe in sin Offended with the vice whereof greate store is packt within The nature of the womankynd, he led a single lyfe. And long it was ere he could fynd in hart to take a wyfe. Now in the whyle by wondrous Art an image he did grave Of such proportion, shape, and grace as nature never gave Nor can to any woman give. In this his worke he tooke A certaine love. The looke of it was ryght a Maydens looke, And such a one as that yee would beleeve had lyfe, and that Would moved bee, if womanhod and reverence letted not: So artificiall was the work. He woondreth at his Art And of his counterfetted corse conceyveth love in hart. He often toucht it, feeling if the woork that he had made Were verie flesh or Ivorye still. Yit could he not perswade Himself to think it Ivory, for he oftentymes it kist And thought it kissed him ageine. He hild it by the fist, And talked to it. He beleeved his fingars made a dint Uppon her flesh, and feared lest sum blacke or broosed print Should come by touching over hard. Sumtyme with pleasant boords And wanton toyes he dalyingly dooth cast foorth amorous woords. Sumtime (the giftes wherein yong Maydes are wonted to delyght) He brought her owches, fyne round stones, and Lillyes fayre and whyght, And pretie singing birds, and flowres of thousand sorts and hew, In gorgeous garments furthermore he did her also decke, And peynted balles, and Amber from the tree distilled new. And on her fingars put me rings, and cheynes about her necke. Riche perles were hanging at her eares, and tablets at her brest. All kynd of things became her well. And when she was undrest, She seemed not lesse beawtifull. He layd her in a bed The which with scarlet dyde in Tyre was richly overspred, And terming her his bedfellow, he couched downe hir head Uppon a pillow soft, as though shee could have felt the same. The feast of Venus hallowed through the Ile of Cyprus, came And Bullocks whyght with gilden homes were slayne for sacrifyse, And up to heaven of frankincence the smoky fume did ryse. When as Pygmalion having doone his dutye that same day, Before the altar standing, thus with fearefull hart did say: If that you Goddes can all things give, then let my wife (I pray) (He durst not say bee yoon same wench of Ivory, but) bee leeke My wench of Ivory. Venus (who was nought at all to seeke What such a wish as that did meene) then present at her feast, For handsell of her freendly helpe did cause three tymes at least The fyre to kindle and to spyre thryse upward in the ayre. As soone as he came home, streyghtway Pygmalion did repayre Unto the Image of his wench, and leaning on the bed, Did kisse hir. In her body streyght a warmenesse seemd to spred. He put his mouth againe to hers, and on her brest did lay His hand. The Ivory wexed soft: and putting quyght away All hardnesse, yeelded underneathe his fingars, as wee see A peece of wax made soft ageinst the Sunne, or drawen to bee In divers shapes by chaufing it betweene ones handes, and so To serve to uses. He amazde stood wavering to and fro Tweene joy, and feare to be beeguyld, ageine he burnt in love, Ageine with feeling he began his wished hope to prove. He felt it verrye flesh in deede. By laying on his thumb, He felt her pulses beating. Then he stood no longer dumb But thanked Venus with his hart, and at the length he layd His mouth to hers who was as then become a perfect mayd. Shee felt the kisse, and blusht therat: and lifting fearefully Hir eyelidds up, hir Lover and the light at once did spye. The mariage that her selfe had made the Goddesse blessed so, That when the Moone with fulsum lyght nyne tymes her course had go, This Ladye was delivered of a Sun that Paphus hyght, Of whom the Iland takes that name. < part=f>Of him was borne a knyght Calld Cinyras who (had he had none issue) surely myght Of all men underneathe the sun beene thought the happyest wyght. Of wicked and most cursed things to speake I now commence. Yee daughters and yee parents all go get yee farre from hence. Or if yee mynded bee to heere my tale, beleeve mee nought In this beehalfe: ne think that such a thing was ever wrought. Or if yee will beeleeve the deede, beleeve the vengeance too Which lyghted on the partye that the wicked act did doo. But if that it be possible that any wyght so much From nature should degenerate, as for to fall to such A heynous cryme as this is, I am glad for Thracia, I Am glad for this same world of ours, yea glad exceedingly I am for this my native soyle, for that there is such space Betweene it and the land that bred a chyld so voyd of grace. I would the land Panchaya should of Amomie be rich, And Cinnamom, and Costus sweete, and Incence also which Dooth issue largely out of trees, and other flowers straunge, As long as that it beareth Myrrhe: not woorth it was the chaunge, Newe trees to have of such a pryce. The God of love denyes His weapons to have hurted thee, O Myrrha, and he tryes Himselfe ungiltie by thy fault. One of the Furies three With poysonde Snakes and hellish brands hath rather blasted thee. To hate ones father is a cryme as heynous as may bee, But yit more wicked is this love of thine than any hate. The youthfull Lordes of all the East and Peeres of cheef estate Desyre to have thee to their wyfe, and earnest sute doo make. Of all (excepting onely one) thy choyce, O Myrrha, take. Shee feeles her filthye love, and stryves ageinst it, and within Herself sayd: Whither roonnes my mynd? what thinke I to begin? Yee Gods (I pray) and godlynesse, yee holy rites and awe Of parents, from this heynous cryme my vicious mynd withdrawe, And disappoynt my wickednesse. At leastwyse if it bee A wickednesse that I intend. As farre as I can see, This love infrindgeth not the bondes of godlynesse a whit. For every other living wyght dame nature dooth permit To match without offence of sin. The Heifer thinkes no shame To beare her father on her backe: the horse bestrydes the same Of whom he is the syre: the Gote dooth bucke the kid that hee Himself begate: and birdes doo tread the selfsame birdes wee see Of whom they hatched were before. In happye cace they are That may doo so without offence. But mans malicious care Hath made a brydle for it self, and spyghtfull lawes restreyne The things that nature setteth free. Yit are their Realmes (men sayne) In which the moother with the sonne, and daughter with the father Doo match, wherethrough of godlynesse the bond augments the rather With doubled love. Now wo is mee it had not beene my lot In that same countrie to bee borne. And that this lucklesse plot Should hinder mee. Why thinke I thus? Avaunt, unlawfull love. I ought to love him, I confesse: but so as dooth behove His daughter: were not Cinyras my father than, Iwis I myght obtaine to lye with him. But now bycause he is Myne owne, he cannot bee myne owne. The neerenesse of our kin Dooth hurt me. Were I further off perchaunce I more myght win. And if I wist that I therby this wickednesse myght shunne, I would forsake my native soyle and farre from Cyprus runne. This evill heate dooth hold mee backe, that beeing present still I may but talke with Cinyras and looke on him my fill, And touch, and kisse him, if no more may further graunted bee. Why wicked wench, and canst thou hope for further? doost not see How by thy fault thou doost confound the ryghts of name and kin? And wilt thou make thy mother bee a Cucqueane by thy sin? Wilt thou thy fathers leman bee? wilt thou bee both the moother And suster of thy chyld? shall he bee both thy sonne and brother? And standst thou not in feare at all of those same susters three Whose heads with crawling snakes in stead of heare bematted bee? Which pushing with theyr cruell bronds folks eyes and mouthes, doo see Theyr sinfull harts? but thou now whyle thy body yit is free, Let never such a wickednesse once enter in thy mynd. Defyle not myghtye natures hest by lust ageinst thy kynd. What though thy will were fully bent? yit even the very thing Is such as will not suffer thee the same to end to bring. For why he beeing well disposde and godly, myndeth ay So much his dewtye that from ryght and truth he will not stray. Would Godlyke furie were in him as is in mee this day. This sayd, her father Cinyras (who dowted what to doo By reason of the worthy store of suters which did woo His daughter,) bringing all theyr names did will her for to show On which of them shee had herself most fancie to bestow. At first shee hild her peace a whyle, and looking wistly on Her fathers face, did boyle within: and scalding teares anon Ran downe her visage. Cyniras, (who thought them to proceede Of tender harted shamefastnesse) did say there was no neede Of teares, and dryed her cheekes, and kist her. Myrrha tooke of it Exceeding pleasure in her selfe: and when that he did wit What husband shee did wish to have, shee sayd: One like to yow. He undertanding not hir thought, did well her woordes allow, And sayd: In this thy godly mynd continew. At the name Of godlynesse, shee cast mee downe her looke for very shame. For why her giltie hart did knowe shee well deserved blame. Hygh mydnight came, and sleepe bothe care and carkesses opprest. But Myrrha lying brode awake could neyther sleepe nor rest. Shee fryes in Cupids flames, and woorkes continewally uppon Her furious love. One while shee sinkes in deepe despayre. Anon Shee fully myndes to give attempt, but shame doth hold her in. Shee wishes and shee wotes not what to doo, nor how to gin. And like as when a mightye tree with axes heawed rownd, Now redy with a strype or twaine to lye uppon the grownd, Uncerteine is which way to fall and tottreth every way: Even so her mynd with dowtfull wound effeebled then did stray Now heere now there uncerteinely, and tooke of bothe encreace. No measure of her love was found, no rest, nor yit releace, Save only death. Death likes her best. Shee ryseth, full in mynd To hang herself. About a post her girdle she doth bynd, And sayd: Farewell deere Cinyras, and understand the cause Of this my death. And with that woord about her necke shee drawes The nooze. Her trustye nurce that in another Chamber lay By fortune heard the whispring sound of theis her woordes (folk say). The aged woman rysing up unboltes the doore. And whan Shee saw her in that plyght of death, shee shreeking out began To smyght her self, and scratcht her brest, and quickly to her ran And rent the girdle from her necke. Then weeping bitterly And holding her betweene her armes, shee askt the question why Shee went about to hang her self so unadvisedly. The Lady hilld her peace as dumb, and looking on the ground Unmovably, was sorye in her hart for beeing found Before shee had dispatcht herself. Her nurce still at her lay, And shewing her her emptie dugges and naked head all gray, Besought her for the paynes shee tooke with her both night and day In rocking and in feeding her, shee would vouchsafe to say What ere it were that greeved her. The Ladye turnd away Displeasde and fetcht a sygh. The nurce was fully bent in mynd To bowlt the matter out: for which not onely shee did bynd Her fayth, in secret things to keepe: but also sayd, put mee In truth to fynd a remedye. I am not (thou shalt see) Yit altogither dulld by age. If furiousenesse it bee, I have bothe charmes and chaunted herbes to help. If any wyght Bewitcheth thee, by witchcraft I will purge and set thee quyght. Or if it bee the wrath of God, we shall with sacrifyse Appease the wrath of God right well. What may I more surmyse? No theeves have broken in uppon this house and spoyld the welth. Thy mother and thy father bothe are living and in helth. When Myrrha heard her father naamd, a greevous sygh she fet Even from the bottom of her hart. Howbee't the nurce as yet Misdeemd not any wickednesse. But nerethelesse shee gest There was some love: and standing in one purpose made request To breake her mynd unto her, and shee set her tenderly Uppon her lappe. The Ladye wept and sobbed bitterly. Then culling her in feeble armes, shee sayd: I well espye Thou art in love. My diligence in this behalf I sweare Shall servisable to thee bee. Thou shalt not neede to feare That ere thy father shall it knowe. At that same woord shee lept From nurces lappe like one that had beene past her witts, and stept With fury to her bed. At which shee leaning downe hir face Sayd: Hence I pray thee: force mee not to shewe my shamefull cace. And when the nurce did urge her still, shee answered eyther: Get Thee hence, or ceace to aske mee why myself I thus doo fret. The thing that thou desyrste to knowe is wickednesse. The old Poore nurce gan quake, and trembling both for age and feare did hold Her handes to her. And kneeling downe right humbly at her feete, One whyle shee fayre intreated her with gentle woordes and sweete. Another whyle (onlesse shee made her privie of her sorrow) Shee threatned her, and put her in a feare shee would next morrow Bewray her how shee went about to hang herself. But if Shee told her, shee did plyght her fayth and help to her releef. Shee lifted up her head, and then with teares fast gushing out Beesloobered all her nurces brest: and going oft about To speake, shee often stayd: and with her garments hid her face For shame, and lastly sayd: O happye is my moothers cace That such a husband hath. With that a greevous sygh shee gave, And hilld her peace. Theis woordes of hers a trembling chilnesse drave In nurcis limbes, which perst her bones: (for now shee understood The cace) and all her horye heare up stiffly staring stood And many things she talkt to put away her cursed love, If that it had beene possible the madnesse to remove. The Mayd herself to be full trew the councell dooth espye: Yit if shee may not have her love shee fully myndes to dye. Live still (quoth nurce) thou shalt obteine (shee durst not say thy father, But stayd at that). And forbycause that Myrrha should the rather Beleeve her, shee confirmd her woordes by othe. The yeerely feast Of gentle Ceres came, in which the wyves bothe moste and least Appareld all in whyght are woont the firstlings of the feeld, Fyne garlonds made of eares of come, to Ceres for to yeeld. And for the space of thryce three nyghts they counted it a sin To have the use of any man, or once to towche his skin. Among theis women did the Queene freequent the secret rites. Now whyle that of his lawfull wyfe his bed was voyd a nightes, The nurce was dooble diligent: and fynding Cinyras Well washt with wyne, shee did surmyse there was a pretye lasse In love with him. And hyghly shee her beawty setteth out. And beeing asked of her yeeres, she sayd shee was about The age of Myrrha. Well (quoth he) then bring her to my bed. Returning home she sayd: bee glad my nurcechilde: we have sped. Not all so wholly in her hart was wretched Myrrha glad, But that her fore misgiving mynd did also make her sad. Howbee't shee also did rejoyce as in a certaine kynd, Such discord of affections was within her combred mynd. It was the tyme that all things rest. And now Bootes bryght, The driver of the Oxen seven, about the northpole pyght Had sumwhat turnd his wayne asyde, when wicked Myrrha sped About her buysnesse. Out of heaven the golden Phoebee fled. With clowds more black than any pitch the starres did hyde their hed. The nyght beecommeth utter voyd of all her woonted lyght. And first before all other hid their faces out of syght Good Icar and Erigonee, his daughter, who for love Most vertuous to her fatherward, was taken up above And made a starre in heaven. Three tymes had Myrrha warning given By stumbling, to retyre. Three tymes the deathfull Owle that eeven With doolefull noyse prognosticates unhappie lucke. Yet came Shee forward still: the darknesse of the nyght abated shame. Her left hand held her nurce, her right the darke blynd way did grope. Anon shee to the chamber came: anon the doore was ope: Anon she entred in. With that her foltring hammes did quake: Her colour dyde: her blood and hart did cleerly her forsake. The neerer shee approched to her wickednesse, the more She trembled: of her enterpryse it irked her full sore: And fayne shee would shee might unknowen have turned back. Nurce led Her pawsing forward by the hand: and putting her to bed, Heere, take this Damzell, Cinyras, shee is thine owne, shee sed. And so shee layd them brest to brest. The wicked father takes His bowelles into filthy bed, and there with wordes asslakes The maydens feare, and cheeres her up. And lest this cryme of theyres Myght want the ryghtfull termes, by chaunce as in respect of yeeres He daughter did hir call, and shee him father. Beeing sped With cursed seede in wicked womb, shee left her fathers bed, Of which soone after shee became greate bagged with her shame. Next night the lewdnesse doubled. And no end was of the same, Untill at length that Cinyras desyrous for to knowe His lover that so many nyghts uppon him did bestowe, Did fetch a light: by which he sawe his owne most heynous cryme, And eeke his daughter. Nathelesse, his sorrow at that time Represt his speeche. Then hanging by he drew a Rapier bryght. Away ran Myrrha, and by meanes of darknesse of the nyght Shee was delivered from the death: and straying in the broade Datebearing feeldes of Arabye, shee through Panchaya yode, And wandring full nyne moonethes at length shee rested beeing tyrde In Saba land. And when the tyme was neere at hand expyrde, And that uneath the burthen of her womb shee well could beare, Not knowing what she might desyre, distrest betweene the feare Of death, and tediousnesse of lyfe, this prayer shee did make: O Goddes, if of repentant folk you any mercye take, Sharpe vengeance I confesse I have deserved, and content I am to take it paciently. How bee it to th'entent That neyther with my lyfe the quick, nor with my death the dead Anoyed bee, from both of them exempt mee this same sted, And altring mee, deny to mee both lyfe and death. We see To such as doo confesse theyr faults sum mercy shewd to bee. The Goddes did graunt her this request, the last that she should make. The ground did overgrow hir feete, and ancles as she spake. And from her bursten toes went rootes, which wrything heere and there Did fasten so the trunk within the ground shee could not steare. Her bones did into timber turne, whereof the marie was The pith, and into watrish sappe the blood of her did passe. Her armes were turnd to greater boughes, her fingars into twig, Her skin was hardned into bark. And now her belly big The eatching tree had overgrowen, and overtane her brest, And hasted for to win her neck, and hyde it with the rest. Shee made no taryence nor delay, but met the comming tree, And shroonk her face within the barke therof. Although that shee Togither with her former shape her senses all did loose, Yit weepeth shee, and from her tree warme droppes doo softly woose. The which her teares are had in pryce and honour. And the Myrrhe That issueth from her gummy bark dooth beare the name of her, And shall doo whyle the world dooth last. The misbegotten chyld Grew still within the tree, and from his mothers womb defyld Sought meanes to bee delyvered. Her burthende womb did swell Amid the tree, and stretcht her out. But woordes wherwith to tell And utter foorth her greef did want. She had no use of speech With which Lucina in her throwes shee might of help beseech. Yit like a woman labring was the tree, and bowwing downe Gave often sighes, and shed foorth teares as though shee there should drowne. Lucina to this wofull tree came gently downe, and layd Her hand theron, and speaking woordes of ease the midwife playd. The tree did cranye, and the barke deviding made away, And yeelded out the chyld alyve, which cryde and wayld streyght way. The waternymphes uppon the soft sweete hearbes the chyld did lay, And bathde him with his mothers teares. His face was such as spyght Must needes have praysd. For such he was in all condicions right, As are the naked Cupids that in tables picturde bee. But to th'entent he may with them in every poynt agree, Let eyther him bee furnisshed with wings and quiver light, Or from the Cupids take theyr wings and bowes and arrowes quight. Away slippes fleeting tyme unspyde and mocks us to our face, And nothing may compare with yeares in swiftnesse of theyr pace. That wretched imp whom wickedly his graundfather begate, And whom his cursed suster bare, who hidden was alate Within the tree, and lately borne, became immediatly The beawtyfullyst babe on whom man ever set his eye. Anon a stripling hee became, and by and by a man, And every day more beawtifull than other he becam, That in the end Dame Venus fell in love with him: wherby He did revenge the outrage of his mothers villanye. For as the armed Cupid kist Dame Venus, unbeware An arrow sticking out did raze hir brest uppon the bare. The Goddesse being wounded, thrust away her sonne. The wound Appeered not to bee so deepe as afterward was found. It did deceyve her at the first. The beawty of the lad Nor unto Paphos where the sea beats round about the shore, Inflaamd her. To Cythera Ile no mynd at all shee had. Nor fisshy Gnyde, nor Amathus that hath of metalls store. Yea even from heaven shee did absteyne. Shee lovd Adonis more Than heaven. To him shee clinged ay, and bare him companye. And in the shadowe woont shee was to rest continually, And for to set her beawtye out most seemely to the eye By trimly decking of her self. Through bushy grounds and groves, And over Hills and Dales, and Lawnds and stony rocks shee roves, Bare kneed with garment tucked up according to the woont Of Phebe, and shee cheerd the hounds with hallowing like a hunt, Pursewing game of hurtlesse sort, as Hares made lowe before, Or stagges with loftye heades, or bucks. But with the sturdy Boare And ravening woolf, and Bearewhelpes armd with ugly pawes, and eeke The cruell Lyons which delyght in blood, and slaughter seeke, Shee meddled not. And of theis same shee warned also thee, Adonis, for to shoonne them, if thou wooldst have warned bee. Bee bold on cowards (Venus sayd) for whoso dooth advaunce Himselfe against the bold, may hap to meete with sum mischaunce. Wherfore I pray thee, my sweete boy, forbeare too bold to bee. For feare thy rashnesse hurt thy self and woork the wo of me Encounter not the kynd of beastes whom nature armed hath, For dowt thou buy thy prayse too deere procuring thee sum scath. Thy tender youth, thy beawty bryght, thy countnance fayre and brave Although they had the force to win the hart of Venus, have No powre ageinst the Lyons, nor ageinst the bristled swyne. The eyes and harts of savage beasts doo nought to theis inclyne. The cruell Boares beare thunder in theyr hooked tushes, and Exceeding force and feercenesse is in Lyons to withstand. And sure I hate them at my hart. To him demaunding why, A monstrous chaunce (quoth Venus) I will tell thee by and by, That hapned for a fault. But now unwoonted toyle hath made Mee weerye: and beholde, in tyme this Poplar with his shade Allureth, and the ground for cowch dooth serve to rest uppon. I prey thee let us rest us here. They sate them downe anon. And lying upward with her head uppon his lappe along, Shee thus began, and in her tale shee bussed him among: Perchaunce thou hast or this tyme heard of one that overcame The swiftest men in footemanshippe. No fable was that fame. She overcame them out of dowt. And hard it is to tell Thee whither she did in footemanshippe or beawty more excell. Uppon a season as she askt of Phebus, what he was That should her husband bee, he sayd: For husband doo not passe, O Atalanta, thou at all of husband hast no neede. Shonne husbanding. But yit thou canst not shonne it, I thee reede. Alyve thou shalt not be thy self. Shee being sore afrayd Of this Apollos Oracle, did keepe herself a mayd, And lived in the shady woodes. When wooers to her came, And were of her importunate, shee drave away the same With boystous woordes, and with the sore condition of the game. I am not to be had (quoth shee) onlesse yee able bee In ronning for to vanquish mee. Yee must contend with mee In footemanshippe. And who so winnes the wager, I agree To bee his wife. But if that he bee found too slowe, then hee Shall lose his head. This of your game the verrye law shall bee. Shee was in deede unmercifull. But such is beawties powre, That though the sayd condition were extreme and over sowre, Yit many suters were so rash to undertake the same. Hippomenes as a looker on of this uncurteous game, Sate by, and sayd: Is any man so mad to seeke a wyfe With such apparant perill and the hazard of his lyfe? And utterly he did condemne the yongmens love. But when He saw her face and bodye bare, (for why the Lady then Did strippe her to her naked skin) the which was like to myne, Or rather (if that thou wert made a woman) like to thyne: He was amazde. And holding up his hands to heaven, he sayth: Forgive mee you with whom I found such fault even now: in fayth I did not know the wager that yee ran for. As hee prayseth The beawty of her, in himselfe the fyre of love he rayseth. And through an envy fearing lest shee should away be woonne, He wisht that nere a one of them so swift as shee might roonne. And wherfore (quoth hee) put not I myself in preace to trye The fortune of this wager? God himself continually Dooth help the bold and hardye sort. Now whyle Hippomenes Debates theis things within himselfe and other like to these, The Damzell ronnes as if her feete were wings. And though that shee Did fly as swift as arrow from a Turkye bowe: yit hee More woondred at her beawtye than at swiftnesse of her pace. Her ronning greatly did augment her beawtye and her grace. The wynd ay whisking from her feete the labells of her socks Uppon her back as whyght as snowe did tosse her golden locks, And eeke th'embroydred garters that were tyde beneathe her ham. A rednesse mixt with whyght uppon her tender bodye cam, As when a scarlet curtaine streynd ageinst a playstred wall Dooth cast like shadowe, making it seeme ruddye therwithall. Now whyle he straunger noted this, the race was fully ronne, And Atalant (as shee that had the wager cleerely wonne) Was crowned with a garlond brave. The vanquisht sighing sore, Did lose theyr lyves according to agreement made before. Howbeeit nought at all dismayd with theis mennes lucklesse cace He stepped foorth, and looking full uppon the maydens face, Sayd: Wherfore doost thou seeke renowne in vanquisshing of such As were but dastards? Cope with mee. If fortune bee so much My freend to give mee victorie, thou needest not hold scorne To yeeld to such a noble man as I am. I am borne The sonne of noble Megaree, Onchestyes sonne, and hee Was sonne to Neptune. Thus am I great graundchyld by degree In ryght descent, of him that rules the waters. Neyther doo I out of kynd degenerate from vertue meete therto, Or if my fortune bee so hard as vanquisht for to bee, Thou shalt obteine a famous name by overcomming mee. In saying thus, Atlanta cast a gentle looke on him: And dowting whither shee rather had to lose the day or win, Sayd thus: What God, an enmy to the beawtyfull, is bent To bring this person to his end, and therefore hath him sent To seeke a wyfe with hazard of his lyfe? If I should bee Myselfe the judge in this behalfe, there is not sure in mee That dooth deserve so deerely to bee earned. Neyther dooth His beawty moove my hart at all. Yit is it such in sooth As well might moove mee. But bycause as yit a chyld he is, His person mooves mee not so much as dooth his age Iwis. Beesydes that manhod is in him, and mynd unfrayd of death: Beesydes that of the watrye race from Neptune as he seth He is the fowrth: beesydes that he dooth love mee, and dooth make So great accompt to win mee to his wyfe, that for my sake He is contented for to dye, if fortune bee so sore Ageinst him to denye him mee. Thou straunger hence therfore. Away, I say, now whyle thou mayst, and shonne my bloody bed. My mariage cruell is, and craves the losing of thy hed. There is no wench but that would such a husband gladly catch. And shee that wyse were myght desyre to meete with such a match. But why now after heading of so many, doo I care For thee? Looke thou to that. For sith so many men as are Alreadye put to slawghter can not warne thee to beeware, But that thou wilt bee weerye of thy lyfe, dye: doo not spare. And shall he perrish then bycause he sought to live with mee? And for his love unwoorthely wvith death rewarded bee? All men of such a victory will speake too foule a shame. But all the world can testifye that I am not to blame. Would God thou wouldst desist. Or else bycause thou are so mad, I would to God a little more thy feete of swiftnesse had. Ah what a maydens countenance is in this chyldish face. Ah, foolish boy Hippomenes, how wretched is thy cace. I would thou never hadst mee seene. Thou woorthy art of lyfe. And if so bee I happy were, and that to bee a wyfe The cruell destnyes had not mee forbidden, sure thou art The onely wyght with whom I would bee matcht with all my hart. This spoken: shee yit rawe and but new striken with the dart Of Cupid, beeing ignorant, did love and knew it nat. Anon her father and the folk assembled, willed that They should begin theyr woonted race. Then Neptunes issue prayd With carefull hart and voyce to mee, and thus devoutly sayd: O Venus, favour myne attempt, and send mee downe thyne ayd To compasse my desyred love which thou hast on mee layd. His prayer movd mee (I confesse,) and long I not delayd Before I helpt him. Now there is a certaine feeld the which The Cyprian folk call Damasene, most fertile and most rich Of all the Cyprian feelds: the same was consecrate to mee In auncient tyme, and of my Church the glebland woont to bee. Amid this feeld, with golden leaves there growes a goodly tree The crackling boughes whereof are all of yellew gold. I came And gathered golden Apples three: and bearing thence the same Within my hand, immediatly to Hippomen I gat Invisible to all wyghts else save him and taught him what To doo with them. The Trumpets blew: and girding forward, both Set foorth, and on the hovering dust with nimble feete eche goth. A man would think they able were uppon the Sea to go And never wet theyr feete, and on the ayles of come also That still is growing in the feeld, and never downe them tread. The man tooke courage at the showt and woordes of them that sed: Now, now is tyme, Hippomenes, to ply it, hye apace: Enforce thyself with all thy strength: lag not in any cace: Thou shalt obteine. It is a thing ryght dowtfull whither hee At theis well willing woordes of theyrs rejoysed more, or shee. For old religion, not unlike a cave: wher priests of yore Bestowed had of Images of wooden Goddes good store. Hippomenes entring herinto defyld the holy place, With his unlawfull lust: from which the Idolls turnd theyr face. And Cybell with the towred toppes disdeyning, dowted whither Shee in the lake of Styx might drowne the wicked folk togither. The pennance seemed over lyght. And therefore shee did cawse Thinne yellow manes to growe uppon theyr necks: and hooked pawes In stead of fingars to succeede. Theyr shoulders were the same They were before: with woondrous force deepe brested they became. Theyr looke beecame feerce, cruell, grim, and sowre: a tufted tayle Stretcht out in length farre after them upon the ground dooth trayle. In stead of speech they rore: in stead of bed they haunt the wood: And dreadful unto others they for all theyr cruell moode With tamed teeth chank Cybells bitts in shape of Lyons. Shonne Theis beastes deere hart: and not from theis alonely see thou ronne, But also from eche other beast that turnes not backe to flight But offreth with his boystows brest to try the chaunce of fyght: Lest that thyne overhardinesse bee hurtfull to us both. This warning given, with yoked swannes away through aire she goth. But manhod by admonishment restreyned could not bee. By chaunce his hounds in following of the tracke, a Boare did see, And rowsed him. And as the swyne was comming from the wood, Adonis hit him with a dart askew, and drew the blood. The Boare streyght with his hooked groyne the hunting staffe out drew Bestayned with his blood, and on Adonis did pursew. Who trembling and retyring back, to place of refuge drew. And hyding in his codds his tuskes as farre as he could thrust He layd him all along for dead uppon the yellow dust. Dame Venus in her chariot drawen with swannes was scarce arrived At Cyprus, when shee knew afarre the sygh of him depryved Of lyfe. Shee turnd her Cygnets backe and when shee from the skye Beehilld him dead, and in his blood beweltred for to lye: Shee leaped downe, and tare at once hir garments from her brist, And rent her heare, and beate upon her stomack with her fist, And blaming sore the destnyes, sayd: Yit shall they not obteine Their will in all things. Of my greefe remembrance shall remayne (Adonis) whyle the world doth last. From yeere to yeere shall growe A thing that of my heavinesse and of thy death shall showe The lively likenesse. In a flowre thy blood I will bestowe. Hadst thou the powre, Persephonee, rank sented Mints to make Of womens limbes? and may not I lyke powre upon mee take Without disdeine and spyght, to turne Adonis to a flowre? This sed, shee sprinckled Nectar on the blood, which through the powre Therof did swell like bubbles sheere that ryse in weather cleere On water. And before that full an howre expyred weere, Of all one colour with the blood a flowre she there did fynd Even like the flowre of that same tree whose frute in tender rynde Have pleasant graynes inclosde. Howbee't the use of them is short. For why the leaves do hang so looce through lightnesse in such sort, As that the windes that all things perce, with every little blast Doo shake them off and shed them so as that they cannot last. Now whyle the Thracian Poet with this song delyghts the mynds Of savage beastes, and drawes both stones and trees ageynst their kynds, Behold the wyves of Ciconie with red deer skinnes about Their furious brists as in the feeld they gadded on a rout, Espyde him from a hillocks toppe still singing to his harp. Of whom one shooke her head at him, and thus began to carp: Behold (sayes shee) behold yoon same is he that doth disdeine Us women. And with that same woord shee sent her lawnce amayne At Orphyes singing mouth. The Lawnce armd round about with leaves, Did hit him, and without a wound a marke behynd it leaves. ' Another threw a stone at him, which vanquisht with his sweete And most melodius harmonye, fell humbly at his feete As sorye for the furious act it purposed. But rash And heady ryot out of frame all reason now did dash, And frantik outrage reigned. Yit had the sweetenesse of his song Appeasd all weapons, saving that the noyse now growing strong With blowing shalmes, and beating drummes, and bedlem howling out, And clapping hands on every syde by Bacchus drunken rout, Did drowne the sownd of Orphyes harp. Then first of all stones were Made ruddy with the prophets blood, and could not give him eare. And first the flocke of Bacchus froes by violence brake the ring Of Serpents, birds, and savage beastes that for to heere him sing Sate gazing round about him there. And then with bluddy hands They ran uppon the prophet who among them singing stands. They flockt about him like as when a sort of birds have found An Owle a daytymes in a tod: and hem him in full round, As when a Stag by hungrye hownds is in a morning found, The which forestall him round about and pull him to the ground. Even so the prophet they assayle, and throwe their Thyrses greene At him, which for another use than that invented beene. Sum cast mee clods, sum boughes of trees, and sum threw stones. And lest That weapons wherwithall to wreake theyr woodnesse which increast Should want, it chaunst that Oxen 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 seeing this same rout, no longer stood, But ran away and left theyr tooles behynd them. Every where Through all the feeld theyr mattocks, rakes, and shovells scattred were. Which when the cruell feends had caught, and had asunder rent The horned Oxen, backe ageine to Orphy ward they went, And (wicked wights) they murthred him, who never till that howre Did utter woordes in vaine, nor sing without effectuall powre. And through that mouth of his (oh lord) which even the stones had heard, And unto which the witlesse beastes had often given regard, His ghost then breathing into aire, departed. Even 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 to heere him sing, bewayled this same cryme. Yea even the trees lamenting him did cast theyr leavy heare. The rivers also with theyr teares (men say) encreased were. Yea and the Nymphes of brookes and woods uppon 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 yeeld a moorning sound: his livelesse toong did make A certeine lamentable noyse as though it still yit spake, And bothe the banks in moorning wyse made answer to the same. At length adowne theyr country streame to open sea they came, And lyghted on Methymnye shore in Lesbos land. And there No sooner on the forreine coast now cast aland they were, But that a cruell naturde Snake did streyght uppon them fly, And licking on his ruffled heare the which was dropping drye, Did gape to tyre uppon those lippes that had beene woont to sing Most heavenly hymnes. But Phebus streyght preventing that same thins, Dispoynts the Serpent of his bit, and turnes him into stone With gaping chappes. Already was the Ghost of Orphye gone To Plutos realme, and there he all the places eft beehild The which he heretofore had seene. And as he sought the feeld Of fayre Elysion (where the soules of godly folk doo woonne,) He found his wyfe Eurydicee, to whom he streyght did roonne, And hilld her in imbracing armes. There now he one while walks Togither with hir cheeke by cheeke: another while he stalks Before her, and another whyle he followeth her. And now Without all kinde of forfeyture he saufly myght avow His looking backward at his wyfe. But Bacchus greeved at The murther of the Chapleine of his Orgies, suffred not The mischeef unrevengd to bee. For by and by he bound The Thracian women by the feete with writhen roote in ground, As many as consenting to 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 legs besnarled in the net The which the fowlers suttletye hathe clocely for her set, And feeles shee cannot get away, stands flickering with her wings, And with her fearefull leaping up drawes clocer still the strings: So eche of theis when in the ground they fastned were, assayd Aflayghted for to fly away. But every one was stayd With winding roote which hilld her downe. Her frisking could not boote. And whyle she lookte what was become of Toe, of nayle, and foote, Shee sawe her leggs growe round in one, and turning into woode. And as her thyghes with violent hand shee sadly striking stoode, Shee felt them tree: her brest was tree: her shoulders eeke were tree. Her armes long boughes yee myght have thought, and not deceyved bee. But Bacchus was not so content: he quyght forsooke their land: And with a better companye removed out of hand Unto the Vyneyarde of his owne mount Tmolus, and the river Pactolus though as yit no streames of gold it did deliver, Ne spyghted was for precious sands. His olde accustomd rout Of woodwards and of franticke froes envyrond him about. But old Silenus was away. The Phrygian ploughmen found Him reeling bothe for droonkennesse and age, and brought him bound With garlands unto Midas, king of Phrygia, unto whom The Thracian Orphye and the preest Eumolphus comming from The towne of Athens erst had taught the Orgies. When he knew His fellowe and companion of the selfesame badge and crew, Uppon the comming of this guest, he kept a feast the space Of twyce fyve dayes and twyce fyve nyghts togither in that place. And now th'eleventh tyme Lucifer had mustred in the sky The heavenly host, when Midas commes to Lydia jocundly And yeeldes the old Silenus to his fosterchyld. He, glad That he his fosterfather had eftsoones recovered, bad King Midas ask him what he would. Right glad of that was hee, But not a whit at latter end the better should he bee. He minding to misuse 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. Rejoycing in his harme away full merye goes the king: And for to try his promis true he towcheth every thing. Scarce giving credit to himself, he pulled yoong greene twiggs From off an Holmetree: 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 clod of earth, and streight the same By force of towching did become a wedge of yellow gold. He gathered eares of rypened come: immediatly beholde The come was gold. An Apple then he pulled from a tree: Yee would have thought the Hesperids had given it him. If hee 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 have beene therwith beguyld. He scarce could hold His passing joyes within his harr, for making all things gold. Whyle he thus joyd, his officers did spred the boord anon, And set downe sundry sorts of meate and mancheate theruppon. Then whither his hand did towch the bread, the bread was massy gold: Or whither he chawde with hungry teeth his meate, yee might behold The peece of meate betweene his jawes a plat of gold to bee. In drinking wine and water mixt, yee myght discerne and see The liquid gold ronne downe his throte. Amazed at the straunge Mischaunce, and being both a wretch and rich, he wisht to chaunge His riches for his former state, and now he did abhorre The thing which even but late before he cheefly longed for. No meate his hunger slakes: his throte is shrunken up with thurst: And justly dooth his hatefull gold torment him as accurst. Then lifting up his sory armes and handes to heaven, he cryde: O father Bacchus, pardon mee. My sinne I will not hyde. Have mercy, I beseech thee, and vouchsauf to rid mee quyght From this same harme that seemes so good and glorious unto syght. The gentle Bacchus streight uppon confession of his cryme Restored Midas to the state hee had in former tyme. And having made performance of his promis, hee beereft him The gift that he had graunted him. And lest he should have left him Beedawbed with the dregges of that same gold which wickedly Hee wished had, he willed him to get him by and by To that great ryver which dooth ronne by Sardis towne, and there Along the chanell up the streame his open armes to beare Untill he commeth to the spring: and then his head to put Full underneathe the foming spowt where greatest was the gut, And so in washing of his limbes to wash away his cryme. The king (as was commaunded him) ageinst the streame did clyme. And streyght the powre of making gold departing quyght from him, Infects the ryver, making it with golden streame to swim. The force whereof the bankes about so soked in theyr veynes, That even as yit the yellow gold uppon the cloddes remaynes. Then Midas, hating riches, haunts the pasturegrounds and groves, And up and down with Pan among the Lawnds and mountaines roves. But still a head more fat than wyse, and doltish wit he hath, The which as erst, yit once againe must woork theyr mayster scath. The mountayne Tmole from loftye toppe to seaward looketh downe, And spreading farre his boorely sydes, extendeth to the towne Of Sardis with the t'one syde and to Hypep with the tother. There Pan among the fayrye elves that dawnced round togither In setting of his conning out for singing and for play Uppon his pype of reedes and wax, presuming for to say Apollos musick was not like to his, did take in hand A farre unequall match, wherof the Tmole for judge should stand. The auncient judge sitts downe uppon his hill, and ridds his eares From trees, and onely on his head an Oken garlond weares, Wherof the Acornes dangled downe about his hollow brow. And looking on the God of neate he sayd: Yee neede not now To tarry longer for your judge. Then Pan blew lowd and strong His country pype of reedes, and with his rude and homely song Delighted Midas eares, for he by chaunce was in the throng. When Pan had doone, the sacred Tmole to Phebus turnd his looke, And with the turning of his head his busshye heare he shooke. Then Phebus with a crowne of Bay uppon his golden heare Did sweepe the ground with scarlet robe. In left hand he did beare His viol made of precious stones and Ivorye intermixt. And in his right hand for to strike, his bowe was redy fixt. He was the verrye paterne of a good Musician ryght Anon he gan with conning hand the tuned strings to smyght. The sweetenesse of the which did so the judge of them delyght, That Pan was willed for to put his Reedepype in his cace, And not to fiddle nor to sing where viols were in place. The judgement of the holy hill was lyked well of all, Save Midas, who found fault therwith and wrongfull did it call. ' Apollo could not suffer well his foolish eares to keepe Theyr humaine shape, but drew them wyde, and made them long and deepe. And filld them full of whytish heares, and made them downe to sag, And through too much unstablenesse continually to wag. His body keeping in the rest his manly figure still, Was ponnisht in the part that did offend for want of skill. And so a slowe paaste Asses eares his heade did after beare. This shame endevereth he to hyde. And therefore he did weare A purple nyghtcappe ever since. But yit his Barber who Was woont to notte him spyed it: and beeing eager to Disclose it, when he neyther durst to utter it, nor could It keepe in secret still, he went and digged up the mowld, And whispring softly in the pit, declaard what eares hee spyde His mayster have, and turning downe the clowre ageine, did hyde His blabbed woordes within the ground, and closing up the pit Departed thence and never made mo woordes at all of it. Soone after, there began a tuft of quivering reedes to growe Which beeing rype bewrayd theyr seede and him that did them sowe. For when the gentle sowtherne wynd did lyghtly on them blowe, They uttred foorth the woordes that had beene buried in the ground And so reprovde the Asses eares of Midas with theyr sound. Apollo after this revenge from Tmolus tooke his flyght: And sweeping through the ayre, did on the selfsame syde alvght Of Hellespontus, in the Realme of king Laomedon. There stoode uppon the right syde of Sigaeum, and uppon The left of Rhetye cliffe that tyme, an Altar buylt of old To Jove that heereth all mennes woordes. Heere Phebus did behold The foresayd king Laomedon beginning for to lay Foundation of the walles of Troy: which woork from day to day Went hard and slowly forward, and requyrd no little charge, Then he togither with the God that rules the surges large, Did put themselves in shape of men, and bargaynd with the king Of Phrygia for a summe of gold his woork to end to bring. Now when the woork was done, the king theyr wages them denayd, And falsly faaste them downe with othes it was not as they sayd. Thou shalt not mock us unrevendgd (quoth Neptune). And anon He caused all the surges of the sea to rush uppon The shore of covetous Troy, and made the countrye like the deepe. The goodes of all the husbandmen away he quight did sweepe, And overwhelmd theyr feeldes with waves. And thinking this too small A pennance for the falsehod, he demaunded therwithall His daughter for a monster of the Sea. Whom beeing bound Untoo a rocke, stout Hercules delivering saufe and sound, Requyrd his steeds which were the hyre for which he did compound. And when that of so great desert the king denyde the hyre. The twyce forsworne false towne of Troy he sacked in his ire. And Telamon in honour of his service did enjoy. The Lady Hesion, daughter of the covetous king of Troy. For Peleus had already got a Goddesse to his wife, And lived unto both theyr joyes a right renowmed lyfe. And sure he was not prowder of his graundsyre, than of thee That wert become his fathrinlaw. For many mo than hee Have had the hap of mighty Jove the nephewes for to bee. But never was it heeretofore the chaunce of any one To have a Goddesse to his wyfe, save only his alone. For unto watry Thetis thus old Protew did foretell: Go marry: thou shalt beare a sonne whose dooings shall excell His fathers farre in feates of armes, and greater he shall bee In honour, high renowme, and fame, than ever erst was hee. This caused Jove the watry bed of Thetis to forbeare Although his hart were more than warme with love of her, for feare The world sum other greater thing than Jove himself should breede, And willd the sonne of Aeacus this Peleus to succeede In that which he himself would faine have done, and for to take The Lady of the sea in armes a mother her to make. There is a bay of Thessaly that bendeth lyke a boawe. The sydes shoote foorth, where if the sea of any depth did flowe It were a haven. Scarcely dooth the water hyde the sand. It hath a shore so firme, that if a man theron doo stand, No print of foote remaynes behynd: it hindreth not ones pace, Ne covered is with hovering reeke. Adjoyning to this place, There is a grove of Myrtletrees with frute of dowle colour, And in the midds thereof a Cave. I can not tell you whither That nature or the art of man were maker of the same. It seemed rather made by arte. Oft Thetis hither came Starke naked, ryding bravely on a brydled Dolphins backe. There Peleus as shee lay asleepe uppon her often bracke. And forbycause that at her handes entreatance nothing winnes, He folding her about the necke with both his armes, beginnes To offer force. And surely if shee had not falne to wyles And shifted oftentymes her shape, he had obteind erewhyles. But shee became sumtymes a bird: he hilld her like a bird. Anon shee was a massye log: but Peleus never stird A whit for that. Then thirdly shee of speckled Tyger tooke The ugly shape: for feare of whose most feerce and cruell looke, His armes he from her body twicht. And at his going thence, In honour of the watry Goddes he burned frankincence, And powred wyne uppon the sea, with fat of neate and sheepe: Untill the prophet that dooth dwell within Carpathian deepe, Sayd thus: Thou sonne of Aeacus, thy wish thou sure shalt have Alonely when shee lyes asleepe within her pleasant Cave, Cast grinnes to trappe her unbewares: hold fast with snarling knot: And though shee fayne a hundreth shapes, deceyve thee let her not. But sticke unto't what ere it bee, untill the tyme that shee Returneth to the native shape shee erst was woont to bee. When Protew thus had sed, within the sea he duckt his head, And suffred on his latter woordes the water for to spred. The lyghtsum Titan downeward drew, and with declyning chayre Approched to the westerne sea, when Neryes daughter fayre Returning from the sea, resorts to her accustomd cowch. And Peleus scarcely had begon hir naked limbes to towch, But that shee chaungd from shape to shape, untill at length shee found Herself surprysd. Then stretching out her armes with sighes profound, She sayd: Thou overcommest mee, and not without the ayd Of God. And then she, Thetis like, appeerd in shape of mayd. The noble prince imbracing her obteynd her at his will, To both theyr joyes, and with the great Achylles did her fill. A happye wyght was Peleus in his wyfe: a happy wyght Was Peleus also in his sonne. And if yee him acquight Of murthring Phocus, happy him in all things count yee myght. But giltye of his brothers blood, and bannisht for the same From bothe his fathers house and Realme, to Trachin sad he came. The sonne of lyghtsum Lucifer, king Ceyx (who in face Exprest the lively beawtye of his fathers heavenly grace,) Without all violent rigor and sharpe executions reignd In Trachin. He right sad that tyme unlike himself, remaynd Yit moorning for his brothers chaunce transformed late before. When Peleus thither came, with care and travayle tyred sore, He left his cattell and his sheepe (whereof he brought great store) Behynd him in a shady vale not farre from Trachin towne, And with a little companye himself went thither downe. Assoone as leave to come to Court was graunted him, he bare A braunche of Olyf in his hand, and humbly did declare His name and lynage. Onely of his crime no woord hee spake, But of his flyght another cause pretensedly did make: Desyring leave within his towne or countrye to abyde. The king of Trachin gently thus to him ageine replyde: Our bownty to the meanest sort (O Peleus) dooth extend: Wee are not woont the desolate our countrye to forfend. And though I bee of nature most inclyned good to doo: Thyne owne renowme, thy graundsyre Jove are forcements thereunto. Misspend no longer tyme in sute. I gladly doo agree To graunt thee what thou wilt desyre. Theis things that thou doost see I would thou should account them as thyne owne, such as they bee I would they better were. With that he weeped. Peleus and His freends desyred of his greef the cause to understand. He answerd thus: Perchaunce yee think this bird that lives by pray And putts all other birds in feare had wings and fethers ay. He was a man. And as he was right feerce in feats of armes, And stout and readye bothe to wreake and also offer harmes: So was he of a constant mynd. Daedalion men him hyght. Our father was that noble starre that brings the morning bryght, And in the welkin last of all gives place to Phebus lyght. My study was to maynteine peace, in peace was my delyght, And for to keepe mee true to her to whom my fayth is plyght. My brother had felicite in warre and bloody fyght. His prowesse and his force which now dooth chase in cruell flyght The Dooves of Thisbye since his shape was altred thus anew, Ryght puyssant Princes and theyr Realmes did heeretofore subdew. He had a chyld calld Chyone, whom nature did endew With beawtye so, that when to age of fowreteene yeeres shee grew, A thousand Princes liking her did for hir favour sew. By fortune as bryght Phebus and the sonne of Lady May Came t'one from Delphos, toother from mount Cyllen, by the way They saw her bothe at once, and bothe at once were tane in love. Apollo till the tyme of nyght differd his sute to move. But Hermes could not beare delay. He stroked on the face The mayden with his charmed rod which hath the powre to chace And bring in sleepe: the touch whereof did cast her in so dead A sleepe, that Hermes by and by his purpose of her sped. As soone as nyght with twinckling starres the welkin had beesprent, Apollo in an old wyves shape to Chyon clocely went, And tooke the pleasure which the sonne of Maya had forehent. Now when shee full her tyme had gone, shee bare by Mercurye A sonne that hyght Awtolychus, who provde a wyly pye, And such a fellow as in theft and filching had no peere. He was his fathers owne sonne right: he could mennes eyes so bleere, As for to make the black things whyghlt, and whyght things black appeere. And by Apollo (for shee bare a payre) was borne his brother Philammon, who in musick arte excelled farre all other, As well in singing as in play. But what avayled it To beare such twinnes, and of two Goddes in favour to have sit? And that shee to her father had a stowt and valeant knight, Or that her graundsyre was the sonne of Jove that God of might? Dooth glorie hurt to any folk? It surely hurted her. For standing in her owne conceyt shee did herself prefer Before Diana, and dispraysd her face, who there with all Inflaamd with wrath, sayd: Well, with deedes we better please her shall. Immediatly shee bent her bowe, and let an arrow go, Which strake her through the toong, whose spight deserved wounding so. Her toong wext dumb, her speech gan fayle that erst was over ryfe, And as shee stryved for to speake, away went blood and lyfe. How wretched was I then, O God? how strake it to my hart? What woordes of comfort did I speake to ease my brothers smart? To which he gave his eare as much as dooth the stony rocke To hideous roring of the waves that doo against it knocke. There was no measure nor none ende in making of his mone, Nor in bewayling comfortlesse his daughter that was gone. But when he sawe her bodye burne, fowre tymes with all his myght He russhed foorth to thrust himself amid the fyre in spyght. Fowre tymes hee beeing thence repulst, did put himself to flyght. And ran mee wheras was no way, as dooth a Bullocke when A hornet stings him in the necke. Mee thought hee was as then More wyghter farre than any man. Yee would have thought his feete Had had sum wings. So fled he quyght from all, and being fleete Through eagernesse to dye, he gat to mount Parnasos knappe And there Apollo pitying him and rewing his missehappe, When as Daedalion from the cliffe himself had headlong floong, Transformd him to a bird, and on the soodaine as hee hung Did give him wings, and bowwing beake, and hooked talants keene, And eeke a courage full as feerce as ever it had beene. And furthermore a greater strength he lent him therwithall, Than one would thinke conveyd myght bee within a roome so small. And now in shape of Gossehawke hee to none indifferent is, But wreakes his teene on all birds. And bycause him selfe ere this Did feele the force of sorrowes sting within his wounded hart, Hee maketh others oftentymes to sorrow and to smart. As Caeyx of his brothers chaunce this wondrous story seth, Commes ronning thither all in haste and almost out of breth Anaetor the Phocayan who was Pelyes herdman. Hee Sayd: Pelye Pelye, I doo bring sad tydings unto thee. Declare it man (quoth Peleus) what ever that it bee. King Ceyx at his fearefull woordes did stand in dowtfull stowne. This noonetyde (quoth the herdman) Iche did drive your cattell downe To zea, and zum a them did zit uppon the yellow zand And looked on the large mayne poole of water neere at hand. Zum roayled zoftly up and downe, and zum a them did zwim And bare their jolly horned heades aboove the water trim. A Church stondes neere the zea not deckt with gold nor marble stone But made of wood, and hid with trees that dreeping hang theron. A visherman that zat and dryde hiz netts uppo the zhore Did tell'z that Nereus and his Nymphes did haunt the place of yore, And how that thay beene Goddes a zea. There butts a plot vorgrowne With zallow trees uppon the zame, the which is overblowne With tydes, and is a marsh. From thence a woolf, an orped wyght, With hideous noyse of rustling made the groundes neere hand afryght. Anon he commes mee buskling out bezmeared all his chappes With blood daubaken and with vome as veerce as thunder clappes. Hiz eyen did glaster red as vyre, and though he raged zore Vor vamin and vor madnesse bothe, yit raged he much more In madnesse. Vor hee cared not his hunger vor to zlake, Or i'the death of oxen twoo or three an end to make. But wounded all the herd and made a havocke of them all, And zum of us too, in devence did happen vor to vail, In daunger of his deadly chappes, and lost our lyves. The zhore And zea is staynd with blood, and all the ven is on a rore. Delay breedes losse. The cace denyes now dowting vor to stond, Whyle owght remaynes let all of us take weapon in our hond. Let's arme our zelves, and let uz altogither on him vall. The herdman hilld his peace. The losse movde Peleus not at all. But calling his offence to mynde, he thought that Neryes daughter, The chyldlesse Ladye Psamathe, determynd with that slaughter To keepe an Obit to her sonne whom hee before had killd. Immediatly uppon this newes the king of Trachin willd His men to arme them, and to take their weapons in theyr hand, And he addrest himself to bee the leader of the band. His wyfe, Alcyone, by the noyse admonisht of the same, In dressing of her head, before shee had it brought in frame, Cast downe her heare, and ronning foorth caught Ceyx fast about The necke, desyring him with teares to send his folk without Himself, and in the lyfe of him to save the lyves of twayne. O Princesse, cease your godly feare (quoth Peleus then agayne). Your offer dooth deserve great thanks. I mynd not warre to make Ageinst straunge monsters. I as now another way must take. The seagods must bee pacifyde. There was a Castle hye, And in the same a lofty towre whose toppe dooth face the skye, A joyfull mark for maryners to guyde theyr vessells by. To this same Turret up they went, and there with syghes behilld The Oxen lying every where stark dead uppon the feelde And eeke the cruell stroygood with his bluddy mouth and heare. Then Peleus stretching foorth his handes to Seaward, prayd in feare To watrish Psamath that she would her sore displeasure stay, And help him. She no whit relents to that that he did pray. But Thetis for hir husband made such earnest sute, that shee Obteynd his pardon. For anon the woolfe (who would not bee Revoked from the slaughter for the sweetenesse of the blood) Persisted sharpe and eager still, untill that as he stood Fast byghting on a Bullocks necke, shee turnd him intoo stone As well in substance as in hew, the name of woolf alone Reserved. For although in shape hee seemed still yit one, The verry colour of the stone beewrayd him to bee none, And that he was not to bee feard. How be it froward fate Permitts not Peleus in that land to have a setled state. He wandreth like an outlaw to the Magnets. There at last Acastus the Thessalien purgd him of his murther past. In this meane tyme the Trachine king sore vexed in his thought With signes that both before and since his brothers death were wrought, For counsell at the sacret Spelles (which are but toyes to foode Fond fancyes, and not counsellers in perill to doo goode) Did make him reedy to the God of Claros for to go. For heathenish Phorbas and the folk of Phlegia had as tho The way to Delphos stopt, that none could travell to or fro. But ere he on his journey went, he made his faythfull make Alcyone preevye to the thing. Immediatly theyr strake A chilnesse to her verry bones, and pale was all her face Like box and downe her heavy cheekes the teares did gush apace. Three times about to speake, three times shee washt her face with teares, And stinting oft with sobbes, shee thus complayned in his eares: What fault of myne, husband deere, hath turnd thy hart fro mee? Where is that care of mee that erst was woont to bee in thee? And canst thou having left thy deere Alcyone merrye bee? Doo journeyes long delyght thee now? dooth now myne absence please Thee better then my presence dooth? Think I that thou at ease Shalt go by land? Shall I have cause but onely for to moorne? And not to bee afrayd? And shall my care of thy returne Bee voyd of feare? No no. The sea mee sore afrayd dooth make. To think uppon the sea dooth cause my flesh for feare to quake. I sawe the broken ribbes of shippes alate uppon the shore. And oft on Tumbes I reade theyr names whose bodyes long before The sea had swallowed. Let not fond vayne hope seduce thy mynd, That Aeolus is thy fathrinlaw who holdes the boystous wynd In prison, and can calme the seas at pleasure. When the wynds Are once let looce uppon the sea, no order then them bynds. Then neyther land hathe priviledge, nor sea exemption fynds. Yea even the clowdes of heaven they vex, and with theyr meeting stout Enforce the fyre with hideous noyse to brust in flashes out. The more that I doo know them, (for ryght well I know theyr powre, And saw them oft a little wench within my fathers bowre) So much the more I think them to bee feard. But if thy will By no intreatance may bee turnd at home to tarry still, But that thou needes wilt go: then mee, deere husband, with thee take. So shall the sea us equally togither tosse and shake. So woorser than I feele I shall bee certeine not to feare. So shall we whatsoever happes togitherjoyntly beare. So shall wee on the broad mayne sea togither joyntly sayle. Theis woordes and teares wherewith the imp of Aeolus did assayle Her husbond borne of heavenly race, did make his hart relent. (For he lovd her no lesse than shee lovd him.) But fully bent He seemed, neyther for to leave the journey which he ment To take by sea, nor yit to give Alcyone leave as tho Companion of his perlous course by water for to go. He many woordes of comfort spake her feare away to chace. But nought hee could perswade therein to make her like the cace. This last asswagement of her greef he added in the end, Which was the onely thing that made her loving hart to bend: All taryance will assuredly seeme over long to mee. And by my fathers blasing beames I make my vow to thee That at the furthest ere the tyme (if God therto agree) The moone doo fill her circle twyce, ageine I will heere bee. When in sum hope of his returne this promis had her set, He willd a shippe immediatly from harbrough to bee fet, And throughly rigged for to bee, that neyther maast, nor sayle, Nor tackling, no nor other thing should apperteyning fayle. Which when Alcyone did behold, as one whoose hart misgave The happes at hand, shee quaakt ageine, and teares out gusshing drave. And streyning Ceyx in her armes with pale and piteous looke, Poore wretched soule, her last farewell at length shee sadly tooke, And swounded flat uppon the ground. Anon the watermen (As Ceyx sought delayes and was in dowt to turne agen) Set hand to Ores, of which there were two rowes on eyther syde, And all at once with equall stroke the swelling sea devyde. Shee lifting up her watrye eyes behilld her husband stand Uppon the hatches making signes by beckening with his hand: And shee made signes to him ageine. And after that the land Was farre removed from the shippe, and that the sight began To bee unable to discerne the face of any man, As long as ere shee could shee lookt uppon the rowing keele. And when shee could no longer tyme for distance ken it weele, Shee looked still uppon the sayles that flasked with the wynd Uppon the maast. And when shee could the sayles no longer fynd, She gate her to her empty bed with sad and sorye hart, And layd her downe. The chamber did renew afresh her smart, And of her bed did bring to mynd the deere departed part. From harbrough now they quyght were gone: and now a plasant gale Did blowe. The mayster made his men theyr Ores asyde to hale, And hoysed up the toppesayle on the hyghest of the maast, And clapt on all his other sayles bycause no wind should waast. Scarce full t'one half, (or sure not much above) the shippe had ronne Uppon the sea and every way the land did farre them shonne, When toward night the wallowing waves began to waxen whyght, And eeke the heady easterne wynd did blow with greater myght, Anon the Mayster cryed: Strike the toppesayle, let the mayne Sheate flye and fardle it to the yard. Thus spake he, but in vayne, For why so hideous was the storme uppon the soodeine brayd, That not a man was able there to heere what other sayd. And lowd the sea with meeting waves extreemely raging rores. Yit fell they to it of them selves. Sum haalde asyde the Ores: Sum fensed in the Gallyes sydes, sum downe the sayleclothes rend: Sum pump the water out, and sea to sea ageine doo send. Another hales the sayleyards downe. And whyle they did eche thing Disorderly, the storme increast, and from eche quarter fling The wyndes with deadly foode, and bownce the raging waves togither. The Pilot being sore dismayd sayth playne, he knowes not whither To wend himself, nor what to doo or bid, nor in what state Things stood. So huge the mischeef was, and did so overmate All arte. For why of ratling ropes, of crying men and boyes, Of flusshing waves and thundring ayre, confused was the noyse. The surges mounting up aloft did seeme to mate the skye, And with theyr sprinckling for to wet the clowdes that hang on hye. One whyle the sea, when iirom the brink it raysd the yellow sand, Was like in colour to the same. Another whyle did stand A colour on it blacker than the Lake of Styx. Anon It lyeth playne and loomethwhyght with seething froth thereon. And with the sea the Trachin shippe ay alteration tooke. One whyle as from a mountaynes toppe it seemed downe to looke To vallyes and the depth of hell. Another whyle beset With swelling surges round about which neere above it met, It looked from the bottom of the whoorlepoole up aloft As if it were from hell to heaven. A hideous flusshing oft The waves did make in beating full against the Gallyes syde. The Gallye being striken gave as great a sownd that tyde As did sumtyme the Battellramb of steele, or now the Gonne In making battrye to a towre. And as feerce Lyons ronne Full brist with all theyr force ageinst the armed men that stand In order bent to keepe them off with weapons in theyr hand, Even so as often as the waves by force of wynd did rave, So oft uppon the netting of the shippe they maynely drave, And mounted farre above the same. Anon off fell the hoopes: And having washt the pitch away, the sea made open loopes To let the deadly water in. Behold the clowdes did melt, And showers large came pooring downe. The seamen that them felt Myght thinke that all the heaven had falne uppon them that same tyme, And that the swelling sea likewyse above the heaven would clyme. The sayles were throughly wet with showers, and with the heavenly raine Was mixt the waters of the sea. No lyghts at all remayne Of sunne, or moone, or starres in heaven. The darknesse of the nyght Augmented with the dreadfull storme, takes dowble powre and myght. Howbee't the flasshing lyghtnings oft doo put the same to flyght, And with theyr glauncing now and then do give a soodeine lyght. The lightnings setts the waves on fyre. Above the netting skippe The waves, and with a violent force doo lyght within the shippe. And as a souldyer stowter than the rest of all his band That oft assayles a citie walles defended well by hand, At length atteines his hope, and for to purchace prayse withall Alone among a thousand men getts up uppon the wall: So when the loftye waves had long the Gallyes sydes assayd, At length the tenth wave rysing up with huger force and brayd, Did never cease assaulting of the weery shippe, till that Uppon the hatches lyke a fo victoriously it gat. A part thereof did still as yit assault the shippe without, And part had gotten in. The men all trembling ran about, As in a Citie commes to passe, when of the enmyes sum Dig downe the walles without, and sum already in are come. All arte and conning was to seeke. Theyr harts and stomacks fayle: And looke, how many surges came theyr vessell to assayle, So many deathes did seeme to charge and breake uppon them all. One weepes: another stands amazde: the third them blist dooth call Whom buryall dooth remayne. To God another makes his vow, And holding up his handes to heaven the which hee sees not now, Dooth pray in vayne for help. The thought of this man is uppon His brother and his parents whom he cleerely hath forgone. Another calles his house and wyfe and children unto mynd, And every man in generall the things he left behynd. Alcyone moveth Ceyx hart. In Ceyx mouth is none But onely one Alcyone. And though shee were alone The wyght that he desyred most, yit was he verry glad Shee was not there. To Trachin ward to looke desyre he had, And homeward fayne he would have turnd his eyes which never more Should see the land. But then he knew not which way was the shore, Nor where he was. The raging sea did rowle about so fast: And all the heaven with clowds as black as pitch was over cast, That never nyght was halfe so dark. There came a flaw at last, That with his violence brake the maste, and strake the sterne away. A billowe proudly pranking up as vaunting of his pray By conquest gotten, walloweth hole and breaketh not asunder, Beholding with a lofty looke the waters woorking under. And looke, as if a man should from the places where they growe Rend downe the mountaynes, Athe and Pind, and whole them overthrowe Into the open sea: so soft the Billowe tumbling downe, With weyght and violent stroke did sink and in the bottom drowne The Gallye. And the moste of them that were within the same Went downe therwith and never up to open aier came, But dyed strangled in the gulf. Another sort againe Caught peeces of the broken shippe. The king himself was fayne A shiver of the sunken shippe in that same hand to hold, In which hee erst a royall mace had hilld of yellow gold. His father and his fathrinlawe he calles uppon (alas In vayne.) But cheefly in his mouth his wife Alcyone was. In hart was shee: in toong was shee: he wisshed that his corse To land where shee myght take it up the surges myght enforce: And that by her most loving handes he might be layd in grave. In swimming still (as often as the surges leave him gave To ope his lippes) he harped still upon Alcyones name, And when he drowned in the waves he muttred still the same. Behold, even full uppon the wave a flake of water blacke Did breake, and underneathe the sea the head of Ceyx stracke. That nyght the lyghtsum Lucifer for sorrowe was so dim, As scarcely could a man discerne or thinke it to bee him. And forasmuch as out of heaven he might not steppe asyde, With thick and darksum clowds that nyght his countnance he did hyde. Alcyone of so great mischaunce not knowing aught as yit, Did keepe a reckening of the nyghts that in the whyle did flit, And hasted garments both for him and for herself likewyse, To weare at his homecomming which shee vaynely did surmyse. To all the Goddes devoutly shee did offer frankincence: But most above them all the Church of Juno shee did sence. And for her husband (who as then was none) shee kneeld before The Altar, wisshing health and soone arrivall at the shore, And that none other woman myght before her be preferd. Of all her prayers this one peece effectually was heard. For Juno could not fynd in hart intreated for to bee For him that was already dead. But to th'entent that shee From dame Alcyones deadly hands might keepe her Altars free, Shee sayd: Most faythfull messenger of my commaundments, O Thou Raynebowe, to the slugguish house of Slomber swiftly go. And bid him send a Dreame in shape of Ceyx to his wyfe Alcyone, for to shew her playne the losing of his lyfe. Dame Iris takes her pall wherein a thousand colours were And bowwing lyke a stringed bow upon the dowdy sphere, Immediatly descended to the drowzye house of Sleepe Whose Court the clowdes continually doo clocely overdreepe. Among the darke Cimmerians is a hollow mountaine found And in the hill a Cave that farre dooth ronne within the ground, The Chamber and the dwelling place where slouthfull sleepe dooth cowch. The lyght of Phebus golden beames this place can never towch. A foggye mist with dimnesse mixt streames upwarde from the ground, And glimmering twylyght evermore within the same is found. No watchfull bird with barbed bill, and combed crowne dooth call The morning foorth with crowing out. There is no noyse at all Of waking dogge, nor gagling goose more waker than the hound To hinder sleepe. Of beast ne wyld ne tame there is no sound. No bowghes are stird with blastes of wynd, no noyse of tatling toong Of man or woman ever yit within that bower roong. Dumb quiet dwelleth there. Yit from the Roches foote dooth go The ryver of forgetfulnesse, which ronneth trickling so Uppon the little pebble stones which in the channell lye, That unto sleepe a great deale more it dooth provoke thereby. Before the entry of the Cave, there growes of Poppye store, With seeded heades, and other weedes innumerable more, Out of the milkye jewce of which the night dooth gather sleepes, And over all the shadowed earth with dankish deawe them dreepes. Bycause the craking hindges of the doore no noyse should make, There is no doore in all the house, nor porter at the gate. Amid the Cave, of Ebonye a bedsted standeth hye, And on the same a bed of downe with keeverings blacke dooth lye: In which the drowzye God of sleepe his lither limbes dooth rest. About him, forging sundrye shapes as many dreames lye prest As eares of come doo stand in feeldes in harvest tyme, or leaves Doo grow on trees, or sea to shore of sandye cinder heaves. As soone as Iris came within this house, and with her hand Had put asyde the dazeling dreames that in her way did stand, The brightnesse of her robe through all the sacred house did shine. The God of sleepe scarce able for to rayse his heavy eyen, A three or fowre tymes at the least did fall ageine to rest, And with his nodding head did knocke his chinne ageinst his brest. At length he shaking of himselfe, uppon his elbowe leande. And though he knew for what shee came: he askt her what shee meand. O sleepe (quoth shee,) the rest of things, O gentlest of the Goddes, Sweete sleepe, the peace of mynd, with whom crookt care is aye at oddes: Which cherrishest mennes weery limbes appalld with toling sore, And makest them as fresh to woork and lustye as beefore, Commaund a dreame that in theyr kyndes can every thing expresse, To Trachine, Hercles towne, himself this instant to addresse. And let him lively counterfet to Queene Alcyonea The image of her husband who is drowned in the sea By shipwrecke. Juno willeth so. Her message beeing told, Dame Iris went her way. Shee could her eyes no longer hold From sleepe. But when shee felt it come shee fled that instant tyme, And by the boawe that brought her downe to heaven ageine did clyme. Among a thousand sonnes and mo that father slomber had He calld up Morph, the feyner of mannes shape, a craftye lad. None other could so conningly expresse mans verrye face, His gesture and his sound of voyce, and manner of his pace, Togither with his woonted weede, and woonted phrase of talk. But this same Morphye onely in the shape of man dooth walk. There is another who the shapes of beast or bird dooth take, Or else appeereth unto men in likenesse of a snake. The Goddes doo call him Icilos, and mortall folke him name Phobetor. There is also yit a third who from theis same Woorkes diversly, and Phantasos he highteth. Into streames This turnes himself, and into stones, and earth, and timber beames, And into every other thing that wanteth life. Theis three, Great kings and Capteines in the night are woonted for to see. The meaner and inferiour sort of others haunted bee. Sir Slomber overpast the rest, and of the brothers all To doo dame Iris message he did only Morphye call. Which doone he waxing luskish, streyght layd downe his drowzy head And softly shroonk his layzye limbes within his sluggish bed. Away flew Morphye through the aire: no flickring made his wings: And came anon to Trachine. There his fethers off he flings, And in the shape of Ceyx standes before Alcyones bed, Pale, wan, stark naakt, and like a man that was but lately deade. His berde seemd wet, and of his head the heare was dropping drye, And leaning on her bed, with teares he seemed thus to cry: Most wretched woman, knowest thou thy loving Ceyx now Or is my face by death disformd? behold mee well, and thow Shalt know mee. For thy husband, thou thy husbandes Ghost shalt see. No good thy prayers and thy vowes have done at all to mee. For I am dead. In vayne of my returne no reckning make. The dowdy sowth amid the sea our shippe did tardy take, And tossing it with violent blastes asunder did it shake. And floodes have filld my mouth which calld in vayne uppon thy name. No persone whom thou mayst misdeeme brings tydings of the same. Thou hearest not thereof by false report of flying fame. But I myself: I presently my shipwrecke to thee showe. Aryse therefore and wofull teares uppon thy spouse bestowe. Put moorning rayment on, and let mee not to Limbo go Unmoorned for. In shewing of this shipwrecke Morphye so Did feyne the voyce of Ceyx, that shee could none other deeme, But that it should bee his in deede. Moreover he did seeme To weepe in earnest: and his handes the verry gesture had Of Ceyx. Queene Alcyone did grone, and beeing sad Did stirre her armes, and thrust them foorth his body to embrace. In stead whereof shee caught but ayre. The teares ran downe her face. Shee cryed, Tarry: whither flyste? togither let us go. And all this whyle she was asleepe. Both with her crying so, And flayghted with the image of her husbands gastly spryght, She started up: and sought about if fynd him there shee myght. (For why her Groomes awaking with the shreeke had brought a light.) And when shee no where could him fynd, shee gan her face to smyght, And tare her nyghtclothes from her brest, and strake it feercely, and Not passing to unty her heare shee rent it with her hand. And when her nurce of this her greef desyrde to understand The cause: Alcyone is undoone, undoone and cast away With Ceyx her deare spouse (shee sayd). Leave comforting I pray. By shipwrecke he is perrisht: I have seene him: and I knew His handes. When in departing I to hold him did pursew I caught a Ghost: but such a Ghost as well discerne I myght To bee my husbands. Nathelesse he had not to my syght His woonted countenance, neyther did his visage shyne so bryght, As heeretofore it had beene woont. I saw him, wretched wyght, Starke naked, pale, and with his heare still wet: even verry heere I saw him stand. With that shee lookes if any print appeere Of footing where as he did stand uppon the floore behynd. This this is it that I did feare in farre forecasting mynd, When flying mee I thee desyrde thou shouldst not trust the wynd. But syth thou wentest to thy death, I would that I had gone With thee. Ah meete, it meete had beene thou shouldst not go alone Without mee. So it should have come to passe that neyther I Had overlived thee, nor yit beene forced twice to dye. Already, absent in the waves now tossed have I bee. Already have I perrished. And yit the sea hath thee Without mee. But the cruelnesse were greater farre of mee Than of the sea, if after thy decease I still would strive In sorrow and in anguish still to pyne away alive. But neyther will I strive in care to lengthen still my lyfe, Nor (wretched wyght) abandon thee: but like a faythfull wyfe At leastwyse now will come as thy companion. And the herse Shall joyne us, though not in the selfsame coffin: yit in verse. Although in tumb the bones of us togither may not couch, Yit in a graven Epitaph my name thy name shall touch. Her sorrow would not suffer her to utter any more. Shee sobd and syghde at every woord, untill her hart was sore. The morning came, and out shee went ryght pensif to the shore To that same place in which shee tooke her leave of him before. Whyle there shee musing stood, and sayd: He kissed mee even heere, Heere weyed hee his Anchors up, heere loosd he from the peere. And whyle shee calld to mynd the things there marked with her eyes: In looking on the open sea, a great way off shee spyes A certaine thing much like a corse come hovering on the wave. At first shee dowted what it was. As tyde it neerer drave, Although it were a good way off, yit did it plainely showe To bee a corce. And though that whose it was shee did not knowe, Yit forbycause it seemd a wrecke, her hart therat did ryse: And as it had sum straunger beene, with water in her eyes She sayd: Alas poore wretch who ere thou art, alas for her That is thy wyfe, if any bee. And as the waves did stirre, The body floted neerer land: the which the more that shee Behilld, the lesse began in her of stayed wit to bee. Anon it did arrive on shore. Then plainely shee did see And know it, that it was her feere. Shee shreeked, It is hee. And therewithall her face, her heare, and garments shee did teare, And unto Ceyx stretching out her trembling handes with feare, Sayd: cumst thou home in such a plyght to mee, O husband deere? Returnst in such a wretched plyght? There was a certeine peere That buylded was by hand, of waves the first assaults to breake, And at the havons mouth to cause the tyde to enter weake. Shee lept thereon. (A wonder sure it was shee could doo so) Shee flew, and with her newgrowen winges did beate the ayre as tho. And on the waves a wretched bird shee whisked to and fro. And with her crocking neb then growen to slender bill and round, Like one that wayld and moorned still shee made a moaning sound. Howbee't as soone as she did touch his dumb and bloodlesse flesh, And had embraast his loved limbes with winges made new and fresh, And with her hardened neb had kist him coldly, though in vayne, Folk dowt if Ceyx feeling it to rayse his head did strayne, Or whither that the waves did lift it up. But surely hee It felt: and through compassion of the Goddes both hee and shee Were turnd to birdes. The love of them eeke subject to their fate, Continued after: neyther did the faythfull bond abate Of wedlocke in them beeing birdes: but standes in stedfast state. They treade, and lay, and bring foorth yoong and now the Alcyon sitts In wintertime uppon her nest, which on the water flitts A sevennyght. During all which tyme the sea is calme and still, And every man may to and fro sayle saufly at his will, For Aeolus for his offsprings sake the windes at home dooth keepe, And will not let them go abroade for troubling of the deepe. An auncient father seeing them aabout the brode sea fly, Did prayse theyr love for lasting to the end so stedfastly. His neyghbour or the selfsame man made answer (such is chaunce): Even this fowle also whom thou seest uppon the surges glaunce With spindle shanks, (he poynted to the wydegoawld Cormorant) Before that he became a bird, of royall race might vaunt. And if thou covet lineally his pedegree to seeke, His Auncetors were Ilus, and Assaracus, and eeke Fayre Ganymed who Jupiter did ravish as his joy, Laomedon and Priamus the last that reygnd in Troy. Stout Hectors brother was this man. And had he not in pryme Of lusty youth beene tane away, his deedes perchaunce in tyme Had purchaast him as great a name as Hector, though that hee Of Dymants daughter Hecuba had fortune borne to bee. For Aesacus reported is begotten to have beene By scape, in shady Ida on a mayden fayre and sheene Whose name was Alyxothoe, a poore mans daughter that With spade and mattocke for himselfe and his a living gat. This Aesacus the Citie hates, and gorgious Court dooth shonne, And in the unambicious feeldes and woods alone dooth wonne. He seeldoom haunts the towne of Troy, yit having not a rude And blockish wit, nor such a hart as could not be subdewd By love, 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. As soone 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 to fynd. The Trojane knyght ronnes after her, and beeing swift through love, Purseweth her whom feare dooth force apace her feete to move. 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. Shee did cease her flyght and soodein fell downe dead. Her lover being past his witts her carkesse did embrace, And cryde: Alas it irketh mee, it irkes mee of this chace. But this I feard not. Neyther was the gaine of that I willd Woorth halfe so much. Now two of us thee (wretched soule) have killd. The wound was given thee by the snake, the cause was given by mee. The wickedder of both am I: who for to comfort thee Will make thee satisfaction with my death. With that at last Downe from a rocke (the which the waves had undermynde) he cast Himself into the sea. Howbee't dame Tethys pitying him, Receyvd him softly, and as he uppon the waves did swim, Shee covered him with fethers. And though fayne he would have dyde, Shee would not let him. Wroth was he that death was him denyde, And that his soule compelld should bee ageinst his will to byde Within his wretched body still, from which it would depart, And that he was constreynd to live perforce ageinst his hart. And as he on his shoulders now had newly taken wings, He mounted up, and downe uppon the sea his boddye dings. His fethers would not let him sinke. In rage he dyveth downe, And despratly he strives himself continually to drowne. His love 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 underneath the waves delyghteth for to drive A name according thereunto the Latins doo him give. King Priam beeing ignorant that Aesacus his sonne Did live in shape of bird, did moorne: and at a tumb wheron His name was written, Hector and his brother solemly Did keepe an Obit. Paris was not at this obsequye. Within a whyle with ravisht wyfe he brought a lasting warre Home unto Troy. There followed him a thowsand shippes not farre Conspyrd togither, with the ayde that all the Greekes could fynd: And vengeance had beene tane foorthwith but that the cruell wynd Did make the seas unsaylable, so that theyr shippes were fayne At rode at fisshye Awlys in B'aeotia to remayne. Heere as the Greekes according to theyr woont made sacrifyse To Jove, and on the Altar old the flame aloft did ryse, They spyde a speckled Snake creepe up uppon a planetree bye Uppon the toppe whereof there was among the braunches hye A nest, and in the nest eyght birdes, all which and eeke theyr dam That flickering flew about her losse, the hungry snake did cram Within his mawe. The standers by were all amazde therat. But Calchas, Thestors sonne, who knew what meening was in that, Sayd: We shall win. Rejoyce, yee Greekes, by us shall perish Troy, But long the tyme will bee before wee may our will enjoy. And then he told them how the birds nyne yeeres did signifie Which they before the towne of Troy not taking it should lye. The Serpent as he wound about the boughes and braunches greene, Became a stone, and still in stone his snakish shape is seene. The seas continewed verry rough and suffred not theyr hoste Imbarked for to passe from thence to take the further coast. Sum thought that Neptune favored Troy bycause himself did buyld The walles therof. But Calchas (who both knew, and never hilld His peace in tyme) declared that the Goddesse Phebe must Appeased bee with virgins blood for wrath conceyved just. As soone as pitie yeelded had to cace of publicke weale, And reason got the upper hand of fathers loving zeale, So that the Ladye Iphigen before the altar stood Among the weeping ministers, to give her maydens blood: The Goddesse taking pitie, cast a mist before theyr eyes, And as they prayd and stird about to make the sacrifyse, Conveyes her quight away, and with a Hynd her roome supplyes. Thus with a slaughter meete for her Diana beeing pleasd, The raging surges with her wrath togither were appeasd, The thousand shippes had wynd at poope. And when they had abode Much trouble, at the length all safe they gat the Phrygian rode. Amid the world tweene heaven, and earth, and sea, there is a place, Set from the bounds of eche of them indifferently in space, From whence is seene what ever thing is practisd any where, Although the Realme bee nere so farre, and roundly to the eare Commes whatsoever spoken is. Fame hath his dwelling there. Who in the toppe of all the house is lodged in a towre. A thousand entryes, glades, and holes are framed in this bowre. There are no doores to shet. The doores stand open nyght and day. The house is all of sounding brasse, and roreth every way, Reporting dowble every woord it heareth people say. There is no rest within, there is no silence any where. Yit is there not a yelling out: but humming, as it were The sound of surges beeing heard farre off, or like the sound That at the end of thunderclappes long after dooth redound, When Jove dooth make the clowdes to crack. Within the courts is preace Of common people, which to come and go doo never ceace. And millions both of trothes and lyes ronne gadding every where, And woordes confusely flye in heapes. Of which, sum fill the eare That heard not of them erst, and sum Colcaryers part doo play To spread abrode the things they heard. And ever by the way The thing that was invented growes much greater than before, And every one that getts it by the end addes sumwhat more. Lyght credit dwelleth there. There dwells rash error: there dooth dwell Vayne joy: there dwelleth hartlesse feare, and Bruit that loves to tell Uncertayne newes uppon report, whereof he dooth not knowe The author, and Sedition who fresh rumors loves to sowe. This Fame beholdeth what is doone in heaven, on sea, and land, And what is wrought in all the world he layes to understand. He gave the Trojans warning that the Greekes with valeant men And shippes approched, that unwares they could not take them then. For Hector and the Trojan folk well armed were at hand To keepe the coast and bid them bace before they came aland. Protesilay by fatall doome was first that dyde in feeld Of Hectors speare: and after him great numbers mo were killd Of valeant men. That battell did the Greeks full deerly cost. And Hector with his Phrygian folk of blood no little lost, In trying what the Greekes could doo. The shore was red with blood. And now king Cygnet, Neptunes sonne, had killed where he stood A thousand Greekes. And now the stout Achilles causd to stay His Charyot: and his lawnce did slea whole bandes of men that day. And seeking Cygnet through the feeld or Hector, he did stray. At last with Cygnet he did meete. For Hector had delay Untill the tenth yeare afterward. Then hasting foorth his horses With flaxen manes, ageinst his fo his Chariot he enforces. And brandishing his shaking dart, he sayd: O noble wyght, A comfort let it bee to thee that such a valeant knyght As is Achilles killeth thee. In saying so he threw A myghty dart, which though it hit the mark at which it flew, Yit perst it not the skinne at all. Now when this blunted blowe Had hit on Cygnets brest, and did no print of hitting showe, Thou, Goddesse sonne (quoth Cygnet), for by fame we doo thee knowe. Why woondrest at mee for to see I can not wounded bee? (Achilles woondred much thereat.) This helmet which yee see Bedect with horses yellow manes, this sheeld that I doo beare, Defend mee not. For ornaments alonly I them weare. For this same cause armes Mars himself likewyse. I will disarme Myself, and yit unrazed will I passe without all harme. It is to sum effect, not borne to bee of Neryes race, So that a man be borne of him that with threeforked mace : Rules Nereus and his daughters too, and all the sea besyde. This sayd, he at Achilles sent a dart that should abyde Uppon his sheeld. It perced through the steele and through nyne fold Of Oxen hydes, and stayd uppon the tenth. Achilles bold Did wrest it out, and forcybly did throwe the same agayne. His bodye beeing hit ageine, unwounded did remayne, And cleere from any print of wound. The third went eeke in vayne. And yit did Cygnet to the same give full his naked brist. Achilles chafed like a Bull that in the open list With dreadfull homes dooth push ageinst the scarlet clothes that there Are hanged up to make him feerce, and when he would them teare Dooth fynd his wounds deluded. Then Achilles lookt uppon His Javelings socket, if the head thereof were looce or gone. The head stacke fast. My hand byleeke is weakened then (quoth lice), And all the force it had before is spent on one I see. For sure I am it was of strength, both when I first downe threw Lyrnessus walles, and when I did Ile Tenedos subdew, And eeke Aetions Thebe with her proper blood embrew. And when so many of the folke of Tewthranie I slew, That with theyr blood Caycus streame became of purple hew. And when the noble Telephus did of my Dart of steele The dowble force, of wounding and of healing also feele. Yea even the heapes of men slayne heere by mee, that on this strond Are lying still to looke uppon, doo give to understond That this same hand of myne both had and still hath strength. This sed, (As though he had distrusted all his dooings ere that sted,) He threw a Dart ageinst a man of Lycia land that hyght Menetes, through whose Curets and his brest he strake him quyght. And when he saw with dying limbes him sprawling on the ground, He stepped to him streyght, and pulld the Javeling from the wound, And sayd alowd: This is the hand, this is the selfsame dart With which my hand did strike even now Menetes to the hart. Ageinst my tother Copemate will I use the same: I pray To God it may have like successe. This sed, without delay He sent it toward Cygnet, and the weapon did not stray, Nor was not shunned. Insomuch it lighted full uppon His shoulder: and it gave a rappe as if uppon sum ston It lyghted had, rebownding backe. Howbeeit where it hit, Achilles sawe it bloodye, and was vaynly glad of it. For why there was no wound. It was Menetes blood. Then lept He hastly from his Charyot downe, and like a madman stept To carelesse Cygnet with his swoord. He sawe his swoord did pare His Target and his morion bothe. But when it toucht the bare, His bodye was so hard, it did the edge thereof abate. He could no lengar suffer him to tryumph in that rate, But with the pommell of his swoord did thump him on the pate, And bobd him well about the brewes a doozen tymes and more, And preacing on him as he still gave backe amaazd him sore, And troubled him with buffetting, not respetting a whit. Then Cygnet gan to bee afrayd, and mistes beegan to flit Before his eyes, and dimd his syght. And as he still did yeeld, In giving back, by chaunce he met a stone amid the feeld, Ageinst the which Achilles thrust him back with all his myght, And throwing him ageinst the ground, did cast him bolt upryght. Then bearing bostowsely with both his knees ageinst his chest, And leaning with his elbowes and his target on his brest, He shet his headpeece cloce and just, and underneathe his chin So hard it straynd, that way for breath was neyther out nor in, And closed up the vent of lyfe. And having gotten so The upper hand, he went about to spoyle his vanquisht fo. But nought he in his armour found. For Neptune had as tho Transformd him to the fowle whose name he bare but late ago. This labour, this encounter brought the rest of many dayes, And eyther partye in theyr strength a whyle from battell stayes. Now whyle the Phrygians watch and ward uppon the walles of Troy, And Greekes likewyse within theyr trench, there came a day of joy, In which Achilles for his luck in Cygnets overthrow, A Cow in way of sacrifyse on Pallas did bestowe, Whose inwards when he had uppon the burning altar cast And that the acceptable fume had through the ayer past To Godward, and the holy rytes had had theyr dewes, the rest Was set on boords for men to eate in disshes fynely drest. The princes sitting downe, did feede uppon the rosted flesh, And both theyr thirst and present cares with wyne they did refresh. Not Harpes, nor songs, nor hollowe flutes to heere did them delyght. They talked till they nye had spent the greatest part of nyght. And all theyr communication was of feates of armes in fyght That had beene doone by them or by theyr foes. And every wyght Delyghts to uppen oftentymes by turne as came about The perills and the narrow brunts himself had shifted out. For what thing should bee talkt beefore Achilles rather? Or What kynd of things than such as theis could seeme more meeter for Achilles to bee talking of? But in theyr talk most breeme Was then Achilles victory of Cygnet. It did seeme A woonder that the flesh of him should bee so hard and tough As that no weapon myght have powre to raze or perce it through, But that it did abate the edge of steele: it was a thing That both Achilles and the Greekes in woondrous maze did bring. Then Nestor sayd: This Cygnet is the person now alone Of your tyme that defyed steele, and could bee perst of none. But I have seene now long ago one Cene of Perrhebye, I sawe one Cene of Perrhebye a thousand woundes defye With unatteynted bodye. In mount Othris he did dwell: And was renowmed for his deedes: (and which in him ryght well A greater woonder did appeere) he was a woman borne. This uncouth made them all much more amazed than beforne, And every man desyred him to tell it. And among The rest, Achilles sayd: Declare, I pray thee (for wee long To heare it every one of us), O eloquent old man, The wisedome of our age: what was that Cene and how he wan Another than his native shape, and in what rode, or in What fyght or skirmish, tweene you first acquaintance did beegin, And who in fyne did vanquish him if any vanquisht him. Then Nestor: Though the length of tyme have made my senses dim, And dyvers things erst seene in youth now out of mynd be gone: Yit beare I still mo things in mynd: and df them all is none Among so many both of peace and warre, that yit dooth take More stedfast roote in memorye. And if that tyme may make A man great store of things through long continuance for to see, Two hundred yeeres already of my lyfe full passed bee, And now I go uppon the third. This foresayd Ceny was The daughter of one Elatey. In beawty shee did passe The maydens all of Thessaly. From all the Cities bye And from thy Cities also, O Achilles, came (for why Shee was thy countrywoman) store of wooers who in vayne In hope to win her love did take great travail, suit and payne. Thy father also had perchaunce attempted heere to matcht But that thy moothers maryage was alreadye then dispatcht, Or shee at least affyanced. But Ceny matcht with none, Howbeeit as shee on the shore was walking all alone, The God of sea did ravish her. (So fame dooth make report.) And Neptune for the great delight he had in Venus sport, Sayd: Ceny, aske mee what thou wilt, and I will give it thee. (This also bruited is by fame.) The wrong heere doone to mee (Quoth Ceny) makes mee wish great things. And therfore to th'entent I may no more constreyned bee to such a thing, consent I may no more a woman bee. And if thou graunt thereto, It is even all that I desyre, or wish thee for to doo. In bacer tune theis latter woordes were uttred, and her voyce Did seeme a mannes voyce as it was in deede. For to her choyce The God of sea had given consent. He graunted him besyde That free from wounding and from hurt he should from thence abyde, And that he should not dye of steele. Right glad of this same graunt Away went Ceny, and the feeldes of Thessaly did haunt, And in the feates of Chevalrye from that tyme spent his lyfe. The over bold Ixions sonne had taken to his wyfe Hippodame. And kevering boordes in bowres of boughes of trees His Clowdbred brothers one by one he placed in degrees. There were the Lordes of Thessaly. I also was among The rest: a cheerefull noyse of feast through all the Pallace roong. Sum made the altars smoke, and sum the brydale carrolls soong. Anon commes in the mayden bryde, a goodly wench of face, With wyves and maydens following her with comly gate and grace. Wee sayd that sir Pirithous was happy in his wyfe: Which handsell had deceyved us wellneere through soodeine stryfe. For of the cruell Centawres thou most cruell Ewryt, tho Like as thy stomacke was with wyne farre over charged: so As soone as thou behilldst the bryde, thy hart began to frayne, And doubled with thy droonkennesse thy raging lust did reigne. The feast was troubled by and by with tables overthrowen. The bryde was hayled by the head, so farre was furye growen. Feerce Ewryt caught Hippodame, and every of the rest Caught such as commed next to hand, or such as likte him best. It was the lively image of a Citie tane by foes. The house did ring of womens shreekes. We all up quickly rose. And first sayd Theseus thus: What aylst? art mad, O Ewrytus? That darest (seeing mee alive) misuse Pirithous? Not knowing that in one thou doost abuse us both? And least He myght have seemd to speake in vayne, he thrust way such as preast About the bryde, and tooke her from them freating sore thereat. No answere made him Ewrytus: (for such a deede as that Defended could not bee with woordes) but with his sawcye fist He flew at gentle Theseus face, and bobd him on the brist. By chaunce hard by, an auncient cuppe of image woork did stand, Which being huge, himself more huge sir Theseus tooke in hand, And threw't at Ewryts head. He spewd as well at mouth as wound Mixt cloddes of blood, and brayne and wyne, and on the soyled ground Lay sprawling bolt upryght. The death of him did set the rest, His dowblelimbed brothers, so on fyre, that all the quest With one voyce cryed out, Kill, kill. The wyne had given them hart. Theyr first encounter was with cuppes and cannes throwen overthwart, And brittle tankerds, and with boawles, pannes, dishes, potts, and trayes, Things serving late for meate and drinke, and then for bluddy frayes. First Amycus, Ophions sonne, without remorse began To reeve and rob the brydehouse of his furniture. He ran And pulled downe a Lampbeame full of lyghtes, and lifting it Aloft like one that with an Ax dooth fetch his blowe to slit An Oxis necke in sacrifyse, he on the forehead hit A Lapith named Celadon, and crusshed so his bones That none could know him by the face: both eyes flew out at ones. His nose was beaten backe and to hispallat battred flat. One Pelates, a Macedone, exceeding wroth therat, Pulld out a maple tressles foote, and napt him in the necks, That bobbing with his chin ageinst his brest to ground he becks. And as he spitted out his teeth with blackish blood, he lent Another blowe to Amycus, which streyght to hell him sent. Gryne standing by and lowring with a fell grim visage at The smoking Altars, sayd: Why use we not theis same? with that He caught a myghty altar up with burning fyre thereon, And it among the thickest of the Lapithes threw anon. And twoo he over whelmd therewith calld Brote and Orion. This Orions moother, Mycale, is knowne of certeintye The Moone resisting to have drawne by witchcraft from the skye. Full dearely shalt thou by it (quoth Exadius) may I get A weapon: and with that in stead of weapon, he did set His hand uppon a vowd harts horne that on a Pynetree hye Was nayld, and with two tynes therof he strake out eyther eye Of Gryne: whereof sum stacke uppon the home, and sum did flye Uppon his beard, and there with blood like jelly mixt did lye. A flaming fyrebrand from amids an Altar Rhaetus snatcht, With which uppon the leftsyde of his head Charaxus latcht A blow that crackt his skull. The blaze among his yellow heare Ran sindging up, as if dry come with lightning blasted were. And in his wound the seared blood did make a greevous sound, As when a peece of steele red hot tane up with tongs is drownd In water by the smith, it spirts and hisseth in the trowgh. Charaxus from his curled heare did shake the fyre, and thowgh He wounded were, yit caught he up uppon his shoulders twayne A stone, the Jawme of eyther doore that well would loade a wayne. The masse theof was such as that it would not let him hit His fo. It lighted short: and with the falling downe of it A mate of his that Comet hyght, it all in peeces smit. Then Rhaete restreyning not his joy, sayd thus: I would the rowt Of all thy mates myght in the selfsame maner prove them stowt. And with his halfeburnt brond the wound he searched new agayne, Not ceasing for to lay on loade uppon his pate amayne, Untill his head was crusht, and of his scalp the bones did swim Among his braynes. In jolly ruffe he passed streyght from him To Coryt, and Euagrus, and to Dryant on a rowe. Of whom when Coryt (on whose cheekes yoong mossy downe gan grow) Was slayne, What prayse or honour (quoth Euagrus) hast thou got By killing of a boy? mo woordes him Rhetus suffred not To speake, but in his open mouth did thrust his burning brand, And downe his throteboll to his chest. Then whisking in his hand His fyrebrand round about his head he feercely did assayle The valyant Dryant. But with him he could not so prevayle. For as he triumpht in his lucke, proceeding for to make Continuall slaughter of his foes, sir Dryant with a stake (Whose poynt was hardned in the fyre) did cast at him a foyne And thrust him through the place in which the neck and shoulders joyne. He groand and from his cannell bone could scarcely pull the stake. And beeing foyled with his blood to flyght he did him take. Arnaeus also ran away, and Lycidas likewyse. And Medon (whose ryght shoulderplate was also wounded) flyes. So did Pisenor, so did Cawne, and so did Mermeros Who late outronning every man, now wounded slower goes: And so did Phole, and Menelas, and Abas who was woont To make a spoyle among wylde Boares as oft as he did hunt: And eeke the wyzarde Astylos who counselled his mates To leave that fray: but he to them in vayne of leaving prates. He eeke to Nessus (who for feare of wounding seemed shye) Sayd: Fly not, thou shalt scape this fray of Hercles bowe to dye. But Lycid and Ewrinomos, and Imbreus, and Are Escapte not death. Sir Dryants hand did all alike them spare. Cayneius also (though that he in flying were not slacke,) Yit was he wounded on the face: for as he looked backe, A weapons poynt did hit him full midway betweene the eyes, Wheras the noze and forehead meete. For all this deane, yit lyes Aphipnas snorting fast asleepe not mynding for to wake, Wrapt in a cloke of Bearskinnes which in Ossa mount were take. And in his lither hand he hilld a potte of wyne. Whom when That Phorbas saw (although in vayne) not medling with them, then He set his fingars to the thong: and saying: Thou shalt drink Thy wyne with water taken from the Stygian fountaynes brink, He threw his dart at him. The dart (as he that tyme by chaunce Lay bolt upright uppon his backe) did through his throteboll glaunce. He dyde and felt no payne at all. The blacke swart blood gusht out, And on the bed and in the potte fell flushing lyke a spout. I saw Petreius go about to pull out of the ground An Oken tree. But as he had his armes about it round, And shaakt it too and fro to make it looce, Pirithous cast A Dart which nayled to the tree his wrything stomacke fast. Through prowesse of Pirithous (men say) was Lycus slayne. Through prowesse of Pirithous dyde Crome. But they both twayne Lesse honour to theyr conquerour were, than Dyctis was, or than Was Helops. Helops with a dart was striken, which through ran His head, and entring at the ryght eare to the left eare went. And Dyctis from a slipprye knappe downe slyding, as he ment To shonne Perithous preacing on, fell headlong downe, and with His hugenesse brake the greatest Ash that was in all the frith, And goard his gutts uppon the stump. To wreake his death comes Phare: And from the mount a mighty rocke with bothe his handes he tare: Which as he was about to throwe, Duke Theseus did prevent, And with an Oken plant uppon his mighty elbowe lent Him such a blowe, as that he brake the bones, and past no further. For leysure would not serve him then his maymed corce to murther. He lept on hygh Bianors backe, who none was woont to beare Besydes himself. Ageinst his sydes his knees fast nipping were, And with his left hand taking hold uppon his foretoppe heare He cuft him with his knubbed plant about the frowning face, And made his wattled browes to breake. And with his Oken mace He overthrew Nedimnus: and Lycespes with his dart, And Hippasus whose beard did hyde his brest the greater part: And Riphey tallar than the trees, and Therey who was woont Among the hilles of Thessaly for cruell Beares to hunt, And beare them angry home alyve. It did Demoleon spyght That Theseus had so good successe and fortune in his fyght. An old long Pynetree rooted fast he strave with all his myght To pluck up whole bothe trunk and roote, which when he could not bring To passe, he brake it off, and at his emnye did it fling. But Theseus by admonishment of heavenly Pallas (so He would have folke beleve it were) start backe a great way fro The weapon as it came. Yit fell it not without some harme. It cut from Crantors left syde bulke, his shoulder, brest, and arme. This Grantor was thy fathers Squyre (Achilles) and was given Him by Amyntor ruler of the Dolops, who was driven By battell for to give him as an hostage for the peace To bee observed faythfully. When Peleus in the preace A great way off behilld him thus falne dead of this same wound, O Grantor, deerest man to mee of all above the ground, Hold heere an obitgift hee sayd: and both with force of hart And hand, at stout Demoleons head he threw an asshen dart, Which brake the watling of his ribbes, and sticking in the bone, Did shake. He pulled out the steale with much adoo alone. The head therof stacke still behynd among his lungs and lyghts. Enforst to courage with his payne, he ryseth streight uprights, And pawing at his emny with his horsish feete, he smyghts Uppon him. Peleus bare his strokes uppon his burganet, And fenst his shoulders with his sheeld, and evermore did set His weapon upward with the poynt, which by his shoulders perst Through both his brestes at one full blowe. Howbee't your father erst Had killed Hyle and Phlegrye, and Hiphinous aloof And Danes who boldly durst at hand his manhod put in proof. To theis was added Dorylas, who ware uppon his head A cap of woolves skinne. And the homes of Oxen dyed red With blood were then his weapon. I (for then my courage gave Mee strength) sayd: See how much thy homes lesse force than Iron have. And therewithall with manly might a dart at him I drave. Which when he could not shonne, he clapt his right hand flat uppon His forehead where the wound should bee. For why his hand anon Was nayled to his forehead fast. Hee roared out amayne. And as he stood amazed and began to faynt for payne, Your father Peleus (for he stood hard bv him) strake him under The middle belly with his swoord, and ript his womb asunder. Out girdes mee Dorill streyght, and trayles his guttes uppon the ground And trampling underneath his feete did breake them, and they wound About his leggs so snarling, that he could no further go, But fell downe dead with empty womb. Nought booted Cyllar tho His beawtye in that frentick fray, (at leastwyse if wee graunt That any myght in that straunge shape, of natures beawtye vaunt.) His beard began but then to bud: his beard was like the gold: So also were his yellowe lokes, which goodly to behold Midway beneath his shoulders hung. There rested in his face A sharpe and lively cheerfulnesse with sweete and pleasant grace. His necke, brest, shoulders, armes, and hands, as farre as he was man, Were such as never carvers woork yit stayne them could or can. His neather part likewyse (which was a horse) was every whit Full equall with his upper part, or little woorse than it. For had yee given him horses necke, and head, he was a beast For Castor to have ridden on. So bourly was his brest: So handsome was his backe to beare a saddle: and his heare Was blacke as jeate, but that his tayle and feete milk whyghtish were. Full many Females of his race did wish him to theyr make. But only dame Hylonome for lover he did take. Of all the halfbrutes in the woodes there did not any dwell More comly than Hylonome. She usde herself so well In dalyance, and in loving, and in uttring of her love, That shee alone hilld Cyllarus. As much as did behove In suchye limbes, shee trimmed them as most the eye might move. With combing, smoothe shee made her heare: shee wallowed her full oft In Roses and in Rosemarye, or Violets sweete and soft: Sumtyme shee caryed Lillyes whyght: and twyce a day shee washt Her visage in the spring that from the toppe of Pagase past: And in the streame shee twyce a day did bath her limbes: and on Her left syde or her shoulders came the comlyest things, and none But fynest skinnes of choycest beasts. Alike eche loved other: Togither they among the hilles roamd up and downe: togither They went to covert: and that tyme togither they did enter The Lapithes house, and there the fray togither did adventer. A dart on Cyllars left syde came, (I know not who it sent) Which sumwhat underneathe his necke his brest asunder splent. As lyghtly as his hart was raazd, no sooner was the dart Pluckt out, but all his bodye wext stark cold and dyed swart. Immediatly Hylonome his dying limbes up stayd, And put her hand uppon the wound to stoppe the blood, and layd Her mouth to his, and labored sore to stay his passing spryght. But when shee sawe him throughly dead, then speaking woordes which might Not to my hearing come for noyse, shee stikt herself uppon The weapon that had gored him, and dyde with him anon Embracing him beetweene her armes. There also stood before Myne eyes the grim Pheocomes both man and horse who wore A Lyons skinne uppon his backe fast knit with knotts afore. He snatching up a timber log (which scarcely two good teeme Of Oxen could have stird) did throwe the same with force extreeme At Phonolenyes sonne. The logge him all in fitters strake, And of his head the braynepan in a thousand peeces brake, That at his mouth, his eares, and eyes, and at his nosethrills too, His crusshed brayne came roping out as creame is woont to doo From sives or riddles made of wood, or as a Cullace out From streyner or from Colender. But as he went about To strippe him from his harnesse as he lay uppon the ground, (Your father knoweth this full well) my sword his gutts did wound, Teleboas and Cthonius bothe, were also slaine by mee. Sir Cthonius for his weapon had a forked bough of tree. The tother had a dart. His dart did wound mee. You may see The scarre therof remayning yit. Then was the tyme that I Should sent have beene to conquer Troy. Then was the tyme that I Myght through my force and prowesse, if not vanquish Hector stout, Yit at the least have hilld him wag, I put you out of Dout. But then was Hector no body: or but a babe. And now Am I forspent and worne with yeeres. What should I tell you how Piretus dyde by Periphas? Or wherefore should I make Long processe for to tell you of sir Ampycus that strake The fowrefoote Oecle on the face with dart of Cornell tree, The which had neyther head nor poynt? Or how that Macaree Of Mountaine Pelithronye with a leaver lent a blowe To Erigdupus on the brest which did him overthrowe? Full well I doo remember that Cymelius threw a dart Which lyghted full in Nesseyes flank about his privie part. And think not you that Mops, the sonne of Ampycus, could doo No good but onely prophesye. This stout Odites whoo Had bothe the shapes of man and horse, by Mopsis dart was slayne, And labouring for to speake his last he did but strive in vayne. For Mopsis dart togither nayld his toong and neather chappe, And percing through his throte did make a wyde and deadly gappe. Fyve men had Cene already slayne: theyr wounds I cannot say: The names and nomber of them all ryght well I beare away. The names of them were Stiphelus, and Brome, and Helimus, Pyracmon with his forest bill, and stout Antimachus. Out steppes the biggest Centawre there, huge Latreus, armed in Alesus of Aemathias spoyle slayne late before by him. His yeeres were mid tweene youth and age, his courage still was yoong, And on his abrun head hore heares peerd heere and there amoong. His furniture was then a swoord, a target and a lawnce Aemathian like. To bothe the parts he did his face advaunce, And brandishing his weapon brave, in circlewyse did prawnce About, and stoutly spake theis woordes: And must I beare with yow, Dame Cenye? for none other than a moother (I avow) No better than a moother will I count thee whyle I live. Remembrest not what shape by birth dame nature did thee give? Forgettst thou how thou purchasedst this counterfetted shape Of man? Consyderest what thou art by birth? and how for rape Thou art become the thing thou art? Go take thy distaffe, and Thy spindle, and in spinning yarne go exercyse thy hand. Let men alone with feates of armes. As Latreus made this stout And scornefull taunting in a ring still turning him about, This Cenye with a dart did hit him full uppon the syde Where as the horse and man were joyned togither in a hyde. The strype made Latreus mad: and with his lawnce in rage he stracke Uppon sir Cenyes naked ribbes. The lawnce rebounded backe Like haylestones from a tyled house, or as a man should pat Small stones uppon a dromslets head. He came more neere with that, And in his brawned syde did stryve to thrust his swoord. There was No way for swoord to enter in. Yit shalt thou not so passe My handes (sayd he.) Well sith the poynt is blunted thou shalt dye Uppon the edge: and with that woord he fetcht his blow awrye, And sydling with a sweeping stroke along his belly smit. The strype did give a clinke as if it had on marble hit. And therewithall the swoord did breake, and on his necke did lyght. When Ceny had sufficiently given Latreus leave to smyght His flesh which was unmaymeable, Well now (quoth he) lets see, If my swoord able bee or no to byght the flesh of thee. In saying so, his dreadfull swoord as farre as it would go He underneathe his shoulder thrust, and wrinching to and fro Among his gutts, made wound in wound. Behold with hydeous crye The dowblemembred Centawres sore abasht uppon him flye, And throwe theyr weapons all at him. Theyr weapons downe did fall As if they had rebated beene, and Cenye for them all Abydes unstriken through. Yea none was able blood to drawe. The straungenesse of the cace made all amazed that it sawe. Fy, fy for shame (quoth Monychus) that such a rable can Not overcome one wyght alone, who scarcely is a man. Although (to say the very truthe) he is the man, and wee Through fayntnesse that that he was borne by nature for to bee. What profits theis huge limbes of ours? what helpes our dowble force? Or what avayles our dowble shape of man as well as horse By puissant nature joynd in one? I can not thinke that wee Of sovereigne Goddesse Juno were begot, or that wee bee Ixions sonnes, who was so stout of courage and so hault, As that he durst on Junos love attempt to give assault. The emny that dooth vanquish us is scarcely half a man Whelme blocks, and stones, and mountaynes whole uppon his hard brayne pan: And presse yee out his lively ghoste with trees. Let timber choke His chappes, let weyght enforce his death in stead of wounding stroke. This sayd: by chaunce he gets a tree blowne downe by blustring blasts Of Southerne wynds, and on his fo with all his myght it casts, And gave example to the rest to doo the like. Within A whyle the shadowes which did hyde mount Pelion waxed thin: And not a tree was left uppon mount Othris ere they went. Sir Cenye underneathe this greate huge pyle of timber pent, Did chauf and on his shoulders hard the heavy logges did beare. But when above his face and head the trees up stacked were, So that he had no venting place to drawe his breth: One whyle He faynted: and another whyle he heaved at the pyle, To tumble downe the loggs that lay so heavy on his backe, And for to winne the open ayre ageine above the stacke: As if the mountayne Ida (lo) which yoonder we doo see So hygh, by earthquake at a tyme should chaunce to shaken bee. Men dowt what did become of him. Sum hold opinion that The burthen of the woodes had driven his soule to Limbo flat. But Mopsus sayd it was not so. For he did see a browne Bird flying from amid the stacke and towring up and downe. It was the first tyme and the last that ever I behild That fowle. When Mopsus softly saw him soring in the feeld, He looked wistly after him, and cryed out on hye: Hayle peerlesse perle of Lapith race, hayle Ceny, late ago A valeant knyght, and now a bird of whom there is no mo. The author caused men beleeve the matter to bee so. Our sorrow set us in a rage. It was too us a greef That by so many foes one knyght was killd without releef. Then ceast wee not to wreake our teene till most was slaine in fyght, And that the rest discomfited were fled away by nyght. As Nestor all the processe of this battell did reherce Betweene the valeant Lapithes and misshapen Centawres ferce, Tlepolemus displeased sore that Hercules was past With silence, could not hold his peace, but out theis woordes did cast: My Lord, I muse you should forget my fathers prayse so quyght. For often unto mee himself was woonted to recite, How that the clowdbred folk by him were cheefly put to flyght. Ryght sadly Nestor answerd thus: Why should you mee constreyne To call to mynd forgotten greefs? and for to reere ageine The sorrowes now outworne by tyme? or force mee to declare The hatred and displeasure which I to your father bare? In sooth his dooings greater were than myght bee well beleeved. He fild the world with high renowme which nobly he atcheeved. Which thing I would I could denye. For neyther set wee out Deiphobus, Polydamas, nor Hector that most stout And valeant knyght, the strength of Troy. For whoo will prayse his fo? Your father overthrew the walles of Messen long ago, And razed Pyle, and Ely townes unwoorthye serving so. And feerce ageinst my fathers house hee usde bothe swoord and fyre. And (not to speake of others whom he killed in his ire) Twyce six wee were the sonnes of Nele all lusty gentlemen. Twyce six of us (excepting mee) by him were murthred then. The death of all the rest myght seeme a matter not so straunge: But straunge was Periclymens death whoo had the powre to chaunge And leave and take what shape he list (by Neptune to him given, The founder of the house of Nele). For when he had beene driven To try all shapes, and none could help: he last of all became The fowle that in his hooked feete dooth beare the flasshing flame Sent downe from heaven by Jupiter. He practising those birds, With flapping wings, and bowwing beake, and hooked talants girds At Hercle, and beescratcht his face. Too certeine (I may say) Thy father amde his shaft at him. For as he towring lay Among the clowdes, he hit him underneath the wing. The stroke Was small: howbee't bycause therwith the sinewes being broke, He wanted strength to maynteine flyght, he fell me to the ground, Through weakenesse of his wing. The shaft that sticked in the wound, By reason of the burthen of his bodye perst his syde, And at the leftsyde of his necke all bloodye foorth did glyde. Now tell mee, O thou beawtyfull Lord Amirall of the fleete Of Rhodes, if mee to speake the prayse of Hercle it bee meete. But lest that of my brothers deathes men think I doo desyre A further vendge than silence of the prowesse of thy syre, I love thee even with all my hart, and take thee for my freend. When Nestor of his pleasant tales had made this freendly end, They called for a boll of wyne, and from the table went, And all the resdew of the nyght in sleeping soundly spent. But Neptune like a father tooke the matter sore to hart That Cygnet to a Swan he was constreyned to convert. And hating feerce Achilles, he did wreake his cruell teene Uppon him more uncourteously than had beseeming beene. For when the warres well neere full twyce fyve yeeres had lasted, hee Unshorne Apollo thus bespake: O nevew, unto mee Most deere of all my brothers impes, who helpedst mee to lay Foundation of the walles of Troy for which we had no pay, And canst thou syghes forbeare to see the Asian Empyre fall? And dooth it not lament thy hart when thou to mynd doost call So many thousand people slayne in keeping Ilion wall? Or (too th'entent particlerly I doo not speake of all) Remembrest thou not Hectors Ghost whoo harryed was about His towne of Troy? where nerethelesse Achilles that same stout And farre in fyght more butcherly, whoo stryves with all his myght To stroy the woorke of mee and thee, lives still in healthfull plyght? If ever hee doo come within my daunger he shall feele What force is in my tryple mace. But sith with swoord of steele I may not meete him as my fo, I pray thee unbeeware Go kill him with a sodeine shaft and rid mee of my care. Apollo did consent: as well his uncle for to please, As also for a pryvate grudge himself had for to ease. And in a clowd he downe among the host of Troy did slyde, Where Paris dribbling out his shaftes among the Greekes hee spyde: And telling him what God he was, sayd: Wherfore doost thou waast Thyne arrowes on the simple sort? If any care thou haste Of those that are thy freendes, go turne ageinst Achilles head, And like a man revendge on him thy brothers that are dead. In saying this, he brought him where Achilles with his brond Was beating downe the Trojane folk, and leveld so his hond As that Achilles tumbled downe starke dead uppon the lond. This was the onely thing wherof the old king Priam myght Take comfort after Hectors death. That stout and valeant knyght Achilles whoo had overthrowen so many men in fyght, Was by that coward carpet knyght beereeved of his lyfe, Whoo like a caytif stale away the Spartane princes wyfe. But if of weapon womanish he had foreknowen it had His destnye beene to lose his lyfe, he would have beene more glad That Queene Penthesileas bill had slaine him out of hand. Now was the feare of Phrygian folk, the onely glory, and Defence of Greekes, that peerelesse prince in armes, Achilles turnd To asshes. That same God that had him armd, him also burnd. Now is he dust: and of that great Achilles bydeth still A thing of nought, that scarcely can a little coffin fill. Howbee't his woorthy fame dooth lyve, and spreadeth over all The world, a measure meete for such a persone to beefall. This matcheth thee, Achilles, full. And this can never dye. His target also (too th'entent that men myght playnly spye What wyghts it was) did move debate, and for his armour burst Out deadly foode. Not Diomed, nor Ajax Oylye durst Make clayme or chalendge to the same, nor Atreus yoonger sonne, Nor yit his elder, though in armes much honour they had wonne. Alone the sonnes of Telamon and Laert did assay Which of them two of that great pryse should beare the bell away. But Agamemnon from himself the hurthen putts, and cleeres His handes of envye, causing all the Capteines and the Peeres Of Greece to meete amid the camp togither in a place, To whom he put the heering and the judgement of the cace. The Lordes and Capteynes being set toogither with the King, And all the souldiers standing round about them in a ring, The owner of the sevenfold sheeld, to theis did Ajax ryse. And (as he could not brydle wrath) he cast his frowning eyes Uppon the shore and on the fleete that there at Anchor lyes And throwing up his handes: God and must wee plead (quoth hee) Our case before our shippes? and must Ulysses stand with mee? But like a wretch he ran his way when Hector came with fyre, Which I defending from theis shippes did force him to retyre. It easyer is therefore with woordes in print to maynteine stryfe, Than for to fyght it out with fists. But neyther I am ryfe In woordes, nor hee in deedes. For looke how farre I him excell In battell and in feates of armes: so farre beares hee the bell From mee in talking. Neyther think I requisite to tell My actes among you. You your selves have seene them verry well. But let Ulysses tell you his doone all in hudther mudther, And wherunto the only nyght is privy and none other. The pryse is great (I doo confesse) for which wee stryve. But yit It is dishonour unto mee, for that in clayming it So bace a persone standeth in contention for the same. To think it myne already, ought to counted bee no shame Nor pryde in mee: although the thing of ryght great valew bee Of which Ulysses standes in hope. For now alreadye hee Hath wonne the honour of this pryse, in that when he shall sit Besydes the cuishon, he may brag he strave with mee for it. And though I wanted valiantnesse, yit should nobilitee Make with mee. I of Telamon am knowne the sonne to bee Who under valeant Hercules the walles of Troy did scale, And in the shippe of Pagasa to Colchos land did sayle. His father was that Aeacus whoo executeth ryght Among the ghostes where Sisyphus heaves up with all his myght The massye stone ay tumbling downe. The hyghest Jove of all Acknowledgeth this Aeacus, and dooth his sonne him call. Thus am I Ajax third from Jove. Yit let this Pedegree, O Achyves, in this case of myne avaylable not bee, Onlesse I proove it fully with Achylles to agree. He was my brother, and I clayme that was my brothers. Why Shouldst thou that art of Sisyphs blood, and for to filch and lye Expressest him in every poynt, by foorged pedegree Aly thee to the Aeacyds, as though we did not see Thee to the house of Aeacus a straunger for to bee? And is it reason that you should this armour mee denye Bycause I former was in armes, and needed not a spye To fetch mee foorth? Or think you him more woorthye it to have, That came to warrefare hindermost, and feynd himself to rave, Bycause he would have shund the warre? untill a suttler head And more unprofitable for himself, sir Palamed, Escryde the crafty fetches of his fearefull hart, and drew Him foorth a warfare which he sought so cowardly to eschew? Must he now needes enjoy the best and richest armour, whoo Would none at all have worne onlesse he forced were thertoo? And I with shame bee put besyde my cousin germanes gifts Bycause to shun the formest brunt of warres I sought no shifts? Would God this mischeef mayster had in verrye deede beene mad, Or else beleeved so to bee: and that wee never had Brought such a panion unto Troy. Then should not Paeans sonne In Lemnos like an outlawe to the shame of all us wonne. Who lurking now (as men report) in woodes and caves, dooth move The verry flints with syghes and grones, and prayers to God above To send Ulysses his desert. Which prayer (if there bee A God) must one day take effect. And now beehold how hee By othe a Souldier of our Camp, yea and as well as wee A Capteine too, alas, (who was by Hercules assignde To have the keeping of his shafts,) with payne and hungar pynde, Is clad and fed with fowles, and dribs his arrowes up and downe At birds, which were by destinye preparde to stroy Troy towne. Yit liveth hee bycause hee is not still in companie With sly Ulysses. Palamed that wretched knyght perdie, Would eeke he had abandond beene. For then should still the same Have beene alyve: or at the least have dyde without our shame. But this companion bearing (ah) too well in wicked mynd His madnesse which sir Palamed by wisdome out did fynd, Appeached him of treason that he practysde to betray The Greekish hoste. And for to vouch the fact, he shewd streyght way A masse of goold that he himself had hidden in his tent, And forged Letters which he feynd from Priam to bee sent. Thus eyther by his murthring men or else by banishment Abateth hee the Greekish strength. This is Ulysses fyght. This is the feare he puttes men in. But though he had more might Than Nestor hath, in eloquence he shal not compasse mee To think his leawd abandoning of Nestor for to bee No fault: who beeing cast behynd by wounding of his horse, And slowe with age, with calling on Ulysses waxing hoarce, Was nerethelesse betrayd by him. Sir Diomed knowes this cryme Is unsurmysde. For he himselfe did at that present tyme Rebuke him oftentymes by name, and feercely him upbrayd With flying from his fellowe so who stood in neede of ayd. With ryghtfull eyes dooth God behold the deedes of mortall men. Lo, he that helped not his freend wants help himself agen. And as he did forsake his freend in tyme of neede: so hee Did in the selfsame perrill fall forsaken for to bee. He made a rod to beat himself. He calld and cryed out Uppon his fellowes. Streight I came: and there I saw the lout Bothe quake and shake for feare of death, and looke as pale as clout. I set my sheeld betweene him and his foes, and him bestrid: And savde the dastards lyfe. Small prayse redoundes of that I did. But if thou wilt contend with mee, lets to the selfesame place Agein: bee wounded as thou wart: and in the foresayd case Of feare, beset about with foes: cowch underneath my sheeld: And then contend thou with mee there amid the open feeld. Howbee't, I had no sooner rid this champion of his foes, But where for woundes he scarce before could totter on his toes, He ran away apace, as though he nought at all did ayle. Anon commes Hector to the feeld and bringeth at his tayle The Goddes. Not only thy hart there (Ulysses) did thee fayle, But even the stowtest courages and stomacks gan to quayle. So great a terrour brought he in. Yit in the midds of all His bloody ruffe, I coapt with him, and with a foyling fall Did overthrowe him to the ground. Another tyme, when hee Did make a chalendge, you my Lordes by lot did choose out mee, And I did match him hand to hand. Your wisshes were not vayne. For if you aske mee what successe our combate did obteine, I came away unvanquished. Behold the men of Troy Brought fyre and swoord, and all the feendes our navye to destroy. And where was slye Ulysses then with all his talk so smooth? This brest of myne was fayne to fence your thousand shippes forsooth, The hope of your returning home. For saving that same day So many shippes, this armour give. But (if that I shall say The truth) the greater honour now this armour beares away. And our renownes togither link. For (as of reason ought) An Ajax for this armour, not an armour now is sought For Ajax. Let Dulychius match with theis, the horses whyght Of Rhesus, dastard Dolon, and the coward carpetknyght King Priams Helen, and the stelth of Palladye by nyght. Of all theis things was nothing doone by day nor nothing wrought Without the helpe of Diomed. And therefore if yee thought To give them to so small deserts, devyde the same, and let Sir Diomed have the greater part. But what should Ithacus get And if he had them, who dooth all his matters in the dark, Who never weareth armour, who shootes ay at his owne mark To trappe his fo by stelth unwares? The very headpeece may With brightnesse of the glistring gold his privie feates bewray And shew him lurking. Neyther well of force Dulychius were The weyght of great Achilles helme uppon his pate to weare. It cannot but a burthen bee (and that ryght great) to beare (With those same shrimpish armes of his) Achilles myghty speare. Agen his target graven with the whole huge world theron Agrees not with a fearefull hand, and cheefly such a one As taketh filching even by kynd. Thou Lozell, thou doost seeke A gift that will but weaken thee, which if the folk of Greeke Shall give thee through theyr oversyght, it will be unto thee Occasion, of thyne emnyes spoyld not feared for to bee, And flyght (wherein thou, coward, thou all others mayst outbrag) Will hindred bee when after thee such masses thou shalt drag. Moreover this thy sheeld that feeles so seeld the force of fyght Is sound. But myne is gasht and hakt and stricken thurrough quyght A thousand tymes, with bearing blowes. And therfore myne must walk And put another in his stead. But what needes all this talk? Lets now bee seene another whyle what eche of us can doo. The thickest of our armed foes this armour throwe into, And bid us fetch the same fro thence. And which of us dooth fetch The same away, reward yee him therewith. Thus farre did stretch The woordes of Ajax. At the ende whereof there did ensew A muttring of the souldiers, till Laertis sonne the prew Stood up, and raysed soberly his eyliddes from the ground (On which he had a little whyle them pitched in a stound) And looking on the noblemen who longd his woordes to heere He thus began with comly grace and sober pleasant cheere: My Lordes, if my desyre and yours myght erst have taken place, It should not at this present tyme have beene a dowtfull cace, What person hath most ryght to this great pryse for which wee stryve. Achilles should his armour have, and wee still him alyve. Whom sith that cruell destinie to both of us denyes, (With that same woord as though he wept, he wypte his watry eyes) What wyght of reason rather ought to bee Achilles heyre, Than he through whom to this your camp Achilles did repayre? Alonly let it not avayle sir Ajax heere, that hee Is such a dolt and grossehead, as he shewes himself to bee Ne let my wit (which ay hath done you good, O Greekes) hurt mee. But suffer this mine eloquence (such as it is) which now Dooth for his mayster speake, and oft ere this hath spoke for yow, Bee undisdeynd. Let none refuse his owne good gifts he brings. For as for stocke and auncetors, and other such like things Wherof our selves no fownders are, I scarcely dare them graunt To bee our owne. But forasmuch as Ajax makes his vaunt To bee the fowrth from Jove: even Jove the founder is also Of my house: and than fowre descents I am from him no mo. Laertes is my father, and Arcesius his, and hee Begotten was of Jupiter. And in this pedegree Is neyther any damned soule, nor outlaw as yee see. Moreover by my moothers syde I come of Mercuree, Another honor to my house. Thus both by fathers syde And moothers (as you may perceyve) I am to Goddes alyde. But neyther for bycause I am a better gentleman Then Ajax by the moothers syde, nor that my father can Avouch himself ungiltye of his brothers blood, doo I This armour clayme. Wey you the case by merits uprightly, Provyded no prerogatyve of birthryght Ajax beare, For that his father Telamon, and Peleus brothers were. Let only prowesse in this pryse the honour beare away. Or if the case on kinrid or on birthryght seeme to stay, His father Peleus is alive, and Pyrrhus eeke his sonne. What tytle then can Ajax make? This geere of ryght should woone To Phthya, or to Scyros Ile. And Tewcer is as well Achilles uncle as is hee. Yit dooth not Tewcer mell. And if he did, should hee obteyne? Well, sith the cace dooth rest On tryall which of us can prove his dooings to bee best, I needes must say my deedes are mo than well I can expresse: Yit will I shew them orderly as neere as I can gesse. Foreknowing that her sonne should dye, the Lady Thetis hid Achilles in a maydes attyre. By which fyne slyght shee did All men deceyve, and Ajax too. This armour in a packe With other womens tryflyng toyes I caryed on my backe, A bayte to treyne a manly hart. Appareld like a mayd Achilles tooke the speare and sheeld in hand, and with them playd. Then sayd I: O thou Goddesse sonne, why shouldst thou bee afrayd To raze great Troy, whoose overthrowe for thee is onely stayd? And laying hand uppon him I did send him (as you see) To valeant dooings meete for such a valeant man as hee. And therfore all the deedes of him are my deedes. I did wound King Teleph with his speare, and when he lay uppon the ground, I was intreated with the speare to heale him safe and sound. That Thebe lyeth overthrowne, is my deede. You must think I made the folk of Tenedos and Lesbos for to shrink. Both Chryse and Cillas, Phebus townes, and Scyros I did take. And my ryght hand Lyrnessus walles to ground did levell make. I gave you him that should confound (besydes a number mo) The valeant Hector. Hector, that our most renowmed fo, Is slayne by mee. This armour heere I sue agein to have This armour by the which I found Achilles. I it gave Achilles whyle he was alive: and now that he is gone I clayme it as myne owne agein. What tyme the greefe of one Had perst the harts of all the Greekes, and that our thousand sayle At Awlis by Ewboya stayd, bycause the wyndes did fayle, Continewing eyther none at all or cleene ageinst us long, And that our Agamemnon was by destnyes overstrong Commaunded for to sacrifyse his giltlesse daughter to Diana, which her father then refusing for to doo Was angry with the Godds themselves, and though he were a king Continued also fatherlyke: by reason, I did bring His gentle nature to relent for publike profits sake. I must confesse (whereat his grace shall no displeasure take) Before a parciall judge I undertooke a ryght hard cace. Howbeeit for his brothers sake, and for the royall mace Committed, and his peoples weale, at length he was content To purchace prayse wyth blood. Then was I to the moother sent, Who not perswaded was to bee, but compast with sum guyle. Had Ajax on this errand gone, our shippes had all this whyle Lyne still there yit for want of wynd. Moreover I was sent To Ilion as ambassadour. I boldly thither went, And entred and behilld the Court, wherin there was as then Great store of princes, Dukes, Lords, knyghts, and other valeant men. And yit I boldly nerethelesse my message did at large The which the whole estate of Greece had given mee erst in charge. I made complaint of Paris, and accusde him to his head. Demaunding restitution of Queene Helen that same sted And of the bootye with her tane. Both Priamus the king And eeke Antenor his alye the woordes of mee did sting. And Paris and his brothers, and the resdew of his trayne That under him had made the spoyle, could hard and scarce refrayne There wicked hands. You, Menelay, doo know I doo not feyne. And that day was the first in which wee joyntly gan susteyne A tast of perrills, store whereof did then behind remayne. It would bee overlong to tell eche profitable thing That during this long lasting warre I well to passe did bring, By force as well as pollycie. For after that the furst Encounter once was overpast, our emnyes never durst Give battell in the open feeld, but hild themselves within Theyr walles and bulwarks till the tyme the tenth yeere did begin, Now what didst thou of all that whyle, that canst doo nought but streeke? Or to what purpose servedst thou? For if thou my deedes seeke, I practysd sundry pollycies to trappe our foes unware: I fortifyde our Camp with trench which heretofore lay bare: I hartned our companions with a quiet mynd to beare The longnesse of the weery warre: I taught us how wee were Bothe to bee fed and furnished: and to and fro I went To places where the Counsell thought most meete I should bee sent. Behold the king deceyved in his dreame by false pretence Of Joves commaundement, bade us rayse our seedge and get us hence. The author of his dooing so may well bee his defence. Now Ajax should have letted this, and calld them backe ageine To sacke the towne of Troy. He should have fought with myght and maine. Why did he not restreyne them when they ready were to go? Why tooke he not his swoord in hand? why gave he not as tho Sum counsell for the fleeting folk to follow at the brunt? In fayth it had a tryfle beene to him that ay is woont Such vaunting in his mouth to have. But he himself did fly As well as others. I did see, and was ashamed, I, To see thee when thou fledst, and didst prepare so cowardly To sayle away. And thereuppon I thus aloud did cry: What meene yee, sirs? what madnesse dooth you move to go to shippe And suffer Troy as good as tane, thus out of hand to slippe? What else this tenth yeere beare yee home than shame? with such like woord And other, (which the eloquence of sorrowe did avoord,) I brought them from theyr flying shippes. Then Agamemnon calld Toogither all the capteines who with feare were yit appalld. But Ajax durst not then once creake. Yit durst Thersites bee So bold as rayle uppon the kings, and he was payd by mee For playing so the sawcye Jacke. Then stood I on my toes And to my fearefull countrymen gave hart ageinst theyr foes. And shed new courage in theyr mynds through talk that fro mee goes. From that tyme foorth what ever thing hath valeantly atcheeved By this good fellow beene, is myne, whoo him from flyght repreeved. And now to touche thee: which of all the Greekes commendeth thee? Or seeketh thee? But Diomed communicates with mee His dooings, and alloweth mee, and thinkes him well apayd To have Ulysses ever as companion at the brayd. And sumwhat woorth you will it graunt (I trow) alone for mee Out of so many thousand Greekes by Diomed pikt to bee. No lot compelled mee to go, and yit I setting lyght As well the perrill of my foes as daunger of the nyght, Killd Dolon who about the selfsame feate that nyght did stray, That wee went out for. But I first compelld him to bewray All things concerning faythlesse Troy, and what it went about. When all was learnd, and nothing left behynd to harken out, I myght have then come home with prayse. I was not so content. Proceeding further to the Camp of Rhesus streyght I went, And killed bothe himself and all his men about his tent. And taking bothe his chariot and his horses which were whyght, Returned home in tryumph like a conquerour from fyght. Denye you mee the armour of the man whoose steedes the fo Requyred for his playing of the spye a nyght, and so May Ajax bee more kynd to mee than you are. What should I Declare unto you how my sword did waste ryght valeantly Sarpedons hoste of Lycia? I by force did overthrowe Alastor, Crome, and Ceranos, and Haly on a rowe. Alcander, and Noemon too, and Prytanis besyde, And Thoon and Theridamas, and Charops also dyde By mee, and so did Ewnomos enforst by cruell fate. And many mo in syght of Troy I slew of bacer state. There also are (O countrymen) about mee woundings, which The place of them make beawtyfull. See heere (his hand did twich His shirt asyde) and credit not vayne woordes. Lo heere the brist That alwayes to bee one in your affayres hath never mist. And yit of all this whyle no droppe of blood hath Ajax spent Uppon his fellowes. Woundlesse is his body and unrent. But what skills that, as long as he is able for to vaunt He fought against bothe Troy and Jove to save our fleete? I graunt He did so. For I am not of such nature as of spyght Well dooings to deface: so that he chalendge not the ryght Of all men to himself alone, and that he yeeld to mee Sum share, whoo of the honour looke a partener for to bee. Patroclus also having on Achilles armour, sent The Trojans and theyr leader hence, to burne our navye bent. And yit thinks hee that none durst meete with Hector saving hee, Forgetting bothe the king, and eeke his brother, yea and mee. Where hee himself was but the nyneth, appoynted by the king, And by the fortune of his lot preferd to doo the thing. But now for all your valeantnesse, what Issue had I pray Your combate? Shall I tell? Forsoothe, that Hector went his way And had no harme. Now wo is mee how greeveth it my hart To think uppon that season when the bulwark of our part Achilles dyde. When neyther teares, nor greef, nor feare could make Mee for to stay, but that uppon theis shoulders I did take, I say uppon theis shoulders I Achilles body tooke, And this same armour claspt theron, which now to weare I looke. Sufficient strength I have to beare as great a weyght as this, And eeke a hart wherein regard of honour rooted is. Think you that Thetis for her sonne so instantly besought Sir Vulcane this same heavenly gift to give her, which is wrought With such exceeding cunning, to th'entent a souldier that Hath neyther wit nor knowledge should it weare? He knowes not what The things ingraven on the sheeld doo meene. Of Ocean se, Of land, of heaven, and of the starres no skill at all hath he. The Beare that never dyves in sea he dooth not understand, The Pleyads, nor the Hyads, nor the cities that doo stand Uppon the earth, nor yit the swoord that Orion holdes in hand. He seekes to have an armour of the which he hath no skill. And yit in fynding fault with mee bycause I had no will To follow this same paynfull warre and sought to shonne the same, And made it sumwhat longer tyme before I thither came, He sees not how hee speakes reproch to stout Achilles name. For if to have dissembled in this case, yee count a cryme, Wee both offenders bee. Or if protracting of the tyme Yee count blame woorthye, yit was I the tymelyer of us twayne. Achilles loving moother him, my wyfe did mee deteyne. The former tyme was given to them, the rest was given to yow. And therefore doo I little passe although I could not now Defend my fault, sith such a man of prowesse, birth and fame As was Achilles, was with mee offender in the same. But yit was he espyed by Ulysses wit, but nat Ulysses by sir Ajax wit. And lest yee woonder at The rayling of this foolish dolt at mee, hee dooth object Reproche to you. For if that I offended to detect Sir Palamed of forged fault, could you without your shame Arreyne him, and condemne him eeke to suffer for the same? But neyther could sir Palamed excuse him of the cryme So heynous and so manifest: and you your selves that tyme Not onely his indytement heard, but also did behold His deed avowched to his face by bringing in the gold. And as for Philoctetes, that he is in Lemnos, I Deserve not to bee toucht therwith. Defend your cryme: for why You all consented therunto. Yit doo I not denye, But that I gave the counsell to convey him out of way From toyle of warre and travell that by rest he myght assay To ease the greatnesse of his peynes. He did thereto obey And by so dooing is alyve. Not only faythfull was This counsell that I gave the man, but also happye, as The good successe hath shewed since. Whom sith the destnyes doo Requyre in overthrowing Troy, appoynt not mee thertoo: But let sir Ajax rather go. For he with eloquence Or by some suttle pollycie, shall bring the man fro thence And pacyfie him raging through disease, and wrathfull ire. Nay, first the river Simois shall to his spring retyre, And mountaine Ida shall theron have stonding never a tree, Yea and the faythlesse towne of Troy by Greekes shall reskewd bee, Before that Ajax blockish wit shall aught at all avayle, When my attempts and practyses in your affayres doo fayle. For though thou, Philoctetes, with the king offended bee, And with thy fellowes everychone, and most of all with mee, Although thou cursse and ban mee to the hellish pit for ay, And wisshest in thy payne that I by chaunce myght crosse thy way, Of purpose for to draw my blood: yit will I give assay To fetch thee hither once ageine. And (if that fortune say Amen,) I will as well have thee and eeke thyne arrowes, as I have the Trojane prophet whoo by mee surprysed was, Or as I did the Oracles and Trojane fates disclose, Or as I from her chappell through the thickest of her foes The Phrygian Pallads image fetcht: and yit dooth Ajax still Compare himself with mee. Yee knowe it was the destinyes will That Troy should never taken bee by any force, untill This Image first were got. And where was then our valeant knight Sir Ajax? Where the stately woordes of such a hardy wyght? Why feareth hee? Why dares Ulysses ventring through the watch Commit his persone to the nyght his buysnesse to dispatch? And through the pykes not only for to passe the garded wall But also for to enter to the strongest towre of all And for to take the Idoll from her Chappell and her shryne And beare her thence amid his foes? For had this deede of myne Beene left undoone, in vayne his sheeld of Oxen hydes seven fold Should yit the Sonne of Telamon have in his left hand hold. That nyght subdewed I Troy towne. That nyght did I it win, And opened it for you likewyse with ease to enter in. Cease to upbrayd mee by theis lookes and mumbling woordes of thyne With Diomed: his prayse is in this fact as well as myne. And thou thy selfe when for our shippes thou diddest in reskew stand, Wart not alone: the multitude were helping thee at hand. I had but only one with mee. Whoo (if he had not thought A wyseman better than a strong, and that preferment ought Not alway followe force of hand) would now himself have sought This Armour. So would toother Ajax better stayed doo, And feerce Ewrypyle, and the sonne of hault Andremon too. No lesse myght eeke Idominey, and eeke Meriones, His countryman, and Menelay. For every one of these Are valeant men of hand, and not inferior unto thee In martiall feates. And yit they are contented rulde to bee By myne advyce. Thou hast a hand that serveth well in fyght. Thou hast a wit that stands in neede of my direction ryght. Thy force is witlesse. I have care of that that may ensew. Thou well canst fyght: the king dooth choose the tymes for fyghting dew By myne advyce. Thou only with thy body canst avayle. But I with bodye and with mynd to profite doo not fayle, And looke how much the mayster dooth excell the gally slave, Or looke how much preheminence the Capteine ought to have Above his souldyer: even so much excell I also thee. A wit farre passing strength of hand inclosed is in mee. In wit rests cheefly all my force. My Lordes, I pray bestowe This gift on him who ay hath beene your watchman as yee knowe. And for my tenne yeeres cark and care endured for your sake Full recompence for my deserts with this same honour make. Our labour draweth to an end, all lets are now by mee Dispatched. And by bringing Troy in cace to taken bee I have already taken it. Now by the hope that yee Conceyve, within a whyle of Troy the mine for to see, And by the Goddes of whom alate our emnyes I bereft, And as by wisedome to bee doone yit any thing is left, If any bold aventrous deede, or any perlous thing, That asketh hazard both of lyfe and limb to passe to bring, Or if yee think of Trojane fates there yit dooth ought remayne, Remember mee. Or if from mee this armour you restrayne, Bestowe it on this same. With that he shewed with his hand Minervas fatall image, which hard by in syght did stand. The Lords were moved with his woordes, and then appeared playne The force that is in eloquence. The lerned man did gayne The armour of the valeant. He that did so oft susteine Alone both fyre, and swoord, and Jove, and Hector could not byde One brunt of wrath. And whom no force could vanquish ere that tyde, Now only anguish overcommes. He drawes his swoord and sayes: Well: this is myne yit. Unto this no clayme Ulysses layes. This must I use ageinst myself: this blade that heretofore Hath bathed beene in Trojane blood, must now his mayster gore That none may Ajax overcome save Ajax. With that woord Into his brest (not wounded erst) he thrust his deathfull swoord. His hand to pull it out ageine unable was. The blood Did spout it out. Anon the ground bestayned where he stood, Did breede the pretye purple flowre uppon a clowre of greene, Which of the wound of Hyacinth had erst engendred beene. The selfsame letters eeke that for the chyld were written than, Were now againe amid the flowre new written for the man. The former tyme complaynt, the last a name did represent. Ulysses, having wonne the pryse, within a whyle was sent To Thoants and Hysiphiles realme, the land defamde of old For murthering all the men therin by women over bold. At length attayning land and lucke according to his mynd, To carry Hercles arrowes backe he set his sayles to wynd. Which when he with the lord of them among the Greekes had brought, And of the cruell warre at length the utmost feate had wrought, At once both Troy and Priam fell. And Priams wretched wife Lost (after all) her womans shape, and barked all her lyfe In forreine countrye. In the place that bringeth to a streight The long spred sea of Hellespont, did Ilion burne in height. The kindled fyre with blazing flame continewed unalayd, And Priam with his aged blood Joves Altar had berayd. And Phebus preestesse casting up her handes to heaven on hye, Was dragd and haled by the heare. The Grayes most spyghtfully (As eche of them had prisoners tane in meede of victorye) Did drawe the Trojane wyves away, who lingring whyle they mought Among the burning temples of theyr Goddes, did hang about Theyr sacred shrynes and images. Astyanax downe was cast From that same turret from the which his moother in tyme past Had shewed him his father stand oft fyghting to defend Himself and that same famous realme of Troy that did descend From many noble auncetors. And now the northerne wynd With prosperous blasts, to get them thence did put the Greekes in mynd. The shipmen went aboord, and hoyst up sayles, and made fro thence. Adeew deere Troy (the women cryde), wee haled are from hence. And therwithall they kist the ground, and left yit smoking still Theyr native houses. Last of all tooke shippe ageinst her will Queene Hecub: who (a piteous cace to see) was found amid The tumbes in which her sonnes were layd. And there as Hecub did Embrace theyr chists and kisse theyr bones, Ulysses voyd of care Did pull her thence. Yit raught shee up, and in her boosom bare Away a crum of Hectors dust, and left on Hectors grave Her hory heares and teares, which for poore offrings shee him gave. Ageinst the place where Ilion was, there is another land Manured by the Biston men. In this same Realme did stand King Polemnestors palace riche, to whom king Priam sent His little infant Polydore to foster, to th'entent He might bee out of daunger from the warres: wherin he ment Ryght wysely, had he not with him great riches sent, a bayt To stirre a wicked covetous mynd to treason and deceyt. For when the state of Troy decayd, the wicked king of Thrace Did cut his nurcechylds weazant, and (as though the sinfull cace Toogither with the body could have quyght beene put away) He threw him also in the sea. It happened by the way, That Agamemnon was compeld with all his fleete to stay Uppon the coast of Thrace, untill the sea were wexen calme, And till the hideous stormes did cease, and furious wynds were falne. Heere rysing gastly from the ground which farre about him brake, Achilles with a threatning looke did like resemblance make As when at Agamemnon he his wrongfull swoord did shake, And sayd: Unmyndfull part yee hence of mee, O Greekes, and must My merits thanklesse thus with mee be buryed in the dust? Nay, doo not so. But to th'entent my death dew honour have, Let Polyxene in sacrifyse bee slayne uppon my grave. Thus much he sayd: and shortly his companions dooing as By vision of his cruell ghost commaundment given them was, Did fetch her from her mothers lappe, whom at that tyme, well neere, In that most great adversitie alonly shee did cheere. The haultye and unhappye mayd, and rather to bee thought A man than woman, to the tumb with cruell hands was brought, To make a cursed sacrifyse. Whoo mynding constantly Her honour, when shee standing at the Altar prest to dye, Perceyvd the savage ceremonies in making ready, and The cruell Neoptolemus with naked swoord in hand Stand staring with ungentle eyes uppon her gentle face, She sayd: Now use 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 shee proferred bare her brest, And eeke her throte). Assure your selves it never shalbee seene, That any wyght shall (by my will) have slave of Polyxeene. Howbee't with such a sacrifyse no God yee can delyght. I would desyre no more but that my wretched moother myght Bee ignorant of this my death. My moother hindreth mee, And makes the pleasure of my death much lesser for to bee. Howbeeit not the death of mee should justly greeve her hart: But her owne lyfe. Now to th'entent I freely may depart To Limbo, stand yee men aloof: and sith I aske but ryght Forebeare to touch mee. So my blood unsteyned in his syght Shall farre more acceptable been what ever wyght he bee Whom you prepare to pacifye by sacrifysing mee. Yit (if that these last woordes of myne may purchace any grace), I, daughter of king Priam erst, and now in prisoners cace, Beeseeche you all unraunsomed to render to my moother My bodye: and for buriall of the same to take none other Reward than teares: for whyle shee could shee did redeeme with gold. This sayd: the teares that shee forbare the people could not hold. And even the verry preest himself full sore ageinst his will And weeping, thrust her through the brest which she hild stoutly still. Shee sinking softly to the ground with faynting legges, did beare Even to the verry latter gasp a countnance voyd of feare. And when shee fell, shee had a care such parts of her to hyde, As womanhod and chastitie forbiddeth to be spyde. The Trojane women tooke her up, and moorning reckened King Priams children, and what blood that house alone had shed. They syghde for fayer Polyxeene: they syghed eeke for thee Who late wart Priams wyfe, whoo late wart counted for to bee The flowre of Asia in his flowre, and Queene of moothers all: But now the bootye of the fo as evill lot did fall, And such a bootye as the sly Ulysses did not passe Uppon her, saving that erewhyle shee 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, shee powrd theron with sobbing syghes unsoft The teares that for her husband and her children had so oft And for her countrye sheaded beene. Shee weeped in her wound And kist her pretye mouth, and made her brist with shrekes to sound, According to her woonted guyse, and in the jellyed blood Beerayed all her grisild heare, and in a sorrowfull mood Sayd theis and many other woordes with brest 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 see Thy wound which at the verry hart strikes mee as well as thee. And lest that any one of myne unwounded should depart, Thou also gotten hast a wound. Howbee't bycause thou wart A woman, I beleeved thee from weapon to bee free. But notwithstanding that thou art a woman, I doo see Thee slayne by swoord. Even he that kild thy brothers killeth thee, Achilles, the decay of Troy and maker bare of mee. What tyme that he of Paris shaft by Phebus meanes was slayne, I sayd of feerce Achilles now no feare dooth more remayne. But then, even then he most of all was feared for to bee. The asshes of him rageth still ageinst our race I see. Wee feele an emny of him dead and buryed in his grave. To feede Achilles furie, I a frutefull issue gave. Great Troy lyes under foote, and with a ryght great greevous fall The mischeeves of the common weale are fully ended all. But though to others Troy be gone, yit standes it still to mee: My sorrowes ronne as fresh a race as ever and as free. I late ago a sovereine state, advaunced with such store Of daughters, sonnes, and sonneinlawes, and husband over more And daughtrinlawes, am caryed like an outlawe bare and poore, By force and violence haled from my childrens tumbes, to bee Presented to Penelope a gift, who shewing mee In spinning my appoynted taske, shall say: This same is shee 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,) To pacifye our emnyes wrath uppon his tumb art slayne. Thus bare I deathgyfts for my foes. To what intent am I Most wretched wyght remayning still? Why doo I linger? Why Dooth hurtfull age preserve mee still alive? To what intent, Yee cruell Goddes, reserve yee mee that hath already spent Too manye yeeres, onlesse it bee new buryalls for to see? And whoo would think that Priamus myght happy counted bee Sith Troy is razed? Happy man is hee in being dead. His lyfe and kingdoome he forwent toogither: and this stead He sees not thee, his daughter, slaine. But peradventure thou Shall like the daughter of a king have sumptuous buryall now, And with thy noble auncetors thy bodye layd shall bee. Our linage hath not so good lucke. The most that shall to thee Bee yeelded are thy moothers teares, and in this forreine land To 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 to live a little whyle) an imp unto my mynd Most deere, now only left alone, sumtyme of many mo The yoongest, little Polydore, delivered late ago To Polemnestor, king of Thrace, whoo dwelles within theis bounds. But wherefore doo I stay so long in wasshing of her wounds, And face berayd with gory blood? In saying thus, shee went To seaward with an aged pace and hory heare beerent. And (wretched woman) as shee calld for pitchers for to drawe Up water, shee of Polydore on shore the carkesse sawe, And eeke the myghty wounds at which the Tyrants swoord went thurrow. The Trojane Ladyes shreeked out. But shee was dumb for sorrow. The anguish of her hart forclosde as well her speech as eeke Her teares devowring them within. Shee stood astonyed leeke As if shee had beene stone. One whyle the ground shee staard uppon. Another whyle a gastly looke shee kest to heaven. Anon Shee looked on the face of him that lay before her killd. Sumtymes his woundes, (his woundes I say) shee specially behilld. And therwithall shee armd her selfe and furnisht her with ire: Wherethrough as soone as that her hart was fully set on fyre, As though shee still had beene a Queene, to vengeance shee her bent Enforcing all her witts to fynd some kynd of ponnishment. And as a Lyon robbed of her whelpes becommeth wood, And taking on the footing of her emnye where hee stood, Purseweth him though out of syght: even so Queene Hecubee (Now having meynt her teares with wrath) forgetting quyght that shee Was old, but not her princely hart, to Polemnestor went The cursed murtherer, and desyrde his presence to th'entent To shew to him a masse of gold (so made shee her pretence) Which for her lyttle Polydore was hid not farre from thence. The Thracian king beleeving her, as eager of the pray, Went with her to a secret place. And as they there did stay, With flattring and deceytfull toong he thus to her did say: Make speede I prey thee, Hecuba, and give thy sonne this gold. I sweare by God it shall bee his, as well that I doo hold Already, as that thou shalt give. Uppon him speaking so, And swearing and forswearing too, shee looked sternely tho, And beeing sore inflaamd with wrath, caught hold uppon him, and Streyght calling out for succor to the wyves of Troy at hand Did in the traytors face bestowe her nayles, and scratched out His eyes, her anger gave her hart and made her strong and stout. Shee thrust her fingars in as farre as could bee, and did bore Not now his eyes (for why his eyes were pulled out before) But bothe the places of the eyes berayd with wicked blood. The Thracians at theyr Tyrannes harme for anger wexing wood, Began to scare the Trojane wyves with darts and stones. Anon Queene Hecub ronning at a stone, with gnarring seazd theron, And wirryed it beetweene her teeth. And as shee opte her chappe To speake, in stead of speeche shee barkt. The place of this missehappe Remayneth still, and of the thing there done beares yit the name. Long myndfull of her former illes, shee sadly for the same Went howling in the feeldes of Thrace. Her fortune moved not Her Trojans only, but the Greekes her foes to ruthe: her lot Did move even all the Goddes to ruthe: and so effectually, That Hecub to deserve such end even Juno did denye. Although the Morning of the selfsame warres had favorer beene: Shee had no leysure to lament the fortune of the Queene, Nor on the slaughters and the fall of Ilion for to think. A household care more neerer home did in her stomacke sink, For Memnon her beloved sonne, whom dying shee behild Uppon the feerce Achilles speare amid the Phrygian feeld. She saw it, and her ruddy hew with which shee woonted was To dye the breaking of the day, did into palenesse passe: And all the skye was hid with clowdes. But when his corce was gone To burningward, shee could not fynd in hart to looke theron: But with her heare about her eares shee kneeled downe before The myghtye Jove, and thus gan speake unto him weeping sore: Of al that have theyr dwelling place uppon the golden skye The lowest (for through all the world the feawest shrynes have I) But yit a Goddesse, I doo come, not that thou shouldst decree That Altars, shrynes, and holydayes bee made to honour mee. Yit if thou marke how much that I a woman doo for thee, In keeping nyght within her boundes, by bringing in the light, Thou well mayst thinke mee worthy sum reward to clayme of ryght. But neyther now is that the thing the Morning cares to have, Ne yit her state is such as now dew honour for to crave. Bereft of my deere Memnon who in fyghting valeantly To help his uncle, (so it was your will, O Goddes) did dye Of stout Achilles sturdye speare even in his flowring pryme, I sue to thee, O king of Goddes, to doo him at this tyme Sum honour as a comfort of his death, and ease this hart Of myne which greatly greeved is with wound of percing smart. No sooner Jove hadgraunted dame Aurora her desyre But that the flame of Memnons corce that burned in the fyre Did fall: and flaky rolles of smoke did dark the day, as when A foggy mist steames upward from a River or a fen, And suffreth not the Sonne to shyne within it. Blacke as cole The cinder rose: and into one round lump assembling whole Grew grosse, and tooke bothe shape and hew. The fyre did lyfe it send, The lyghtnesse of the substance self did wings unto it lend. And at the first it flittred like a bird: and by and by It flew a fethered bird in deede. And with that one gan fly Innumerable mo of selfsame brood: whoo once or twyce Did sore about the fyre, and made a piteous shreeking thryce. The fowrth tyme in theyr flying round, themselves they all withdrew In battells twayne, and feercely foorth of eyther syde one flew To fyght a combate. With theyr billes and hooked talants keene And with theyr wings couragiously they wreakt theyr wrathfull teene. And myndfull of the valeant man of whom they issued beene, They never ceased jobbing eche uppon the others brest, Untill they falling both downe dead with fyghting overprest, Had offred up theyr bodyes as a woorthy sacrifyse Unto theyr cousin Memnon who to Asshes burned lyes. Theis soodeine birds were named of the founder of theyr stocke: For men doo call them Memnons birds. And every yeere a flocke Repayre to Memnons tumb, where twoo doo in the foresayd wyse In manner of a yeeremynd slea themselves in sacrifyse. Thus where as others did lament that Dymants daughter barkt, Auroras owne greef busyed her, that smally shee it markt Which thing shee to this present tyme with piteous teares dooth shewe: For through the universall world shee sheadeth moysting deawe. Yit suffred not the destinyes all hope to perrish quyght Togither with the towne of Troy. That good and godly knyght The sonne of Venus bare away by nyght uppon his backe His aged father and his Goddes, an honorable packe. Of all the riches of the towne that only pray he chose, So godly was his mynd: and like a bannisht man he goes By water with his owne yoong sonne Ascanius from the Ile Antandros, and he shonnes the shore of Thracia which ere whyle The wicked Tyrants treason did with Polydores blood defyle. And having wynd and tyde at will, he saufly wyth his trayne Arryved at Apollos towne where Anius then did reigne. Whoo being both Apollos preest and of that place the king, Did enterteyne him in his house and unto church him bring, And shewd him bothe the Citie and the temples knowen of old, And eeke the sacred trees by which Latona once tooke hold When shee of chyldbirth travailed. As soone as sacrifyse Was doone with Oxens inwards burnt according to the guyse, And casting incence in the fyre, and sheading wyne thereon, They joyfull to the court returnd, and there they took anon Repaste of meate and drink. Then sayd the good Anchyses this: O Phebus, sovereine preest, onlesse I take my markes amisse, (As I remember) when I first of all this towne did see, Fowre daughters and a sonne of thyne thou haddest heere with thee. King Anius shooke his head wheron he ware a myter whyght, And answerd thus: O noble prince, in fayth thou gessest ryght. Of children fyve a father then, thou diddest mee behold, Whoo now (with such unconstancie are mortall matters rolld) Am in a manner chyldlesse quyght. For what avayles my sonne Who in the Ile of Anderland a great way hence dooth wonne? Which country takes his name of him, and in the selfsayd place, In stead of father, like a king he holdes the royall mace. Apollo gave his lot to him: and Bacchus for to showe His love, a greater gift uppon his susters did bestowe Then could bee wisht or credited. For whatsoever they Did towche, was turned into come, and wyne, and oyle streyghtway. And so theyr was riche use in them. As soone as that the fame Hereof to Agamemnons eares, the scourge of Trojans, came, Lest you myght tast your stormes alone and wee not feele the same In part, an hoste he hither sent, and whither I would or no Did take them from mee, forcing them among the Greekes to go To feede the Greekish army with theyr heavenly gift. But they Escapde whither they could by flyght. A couple tooke theyr way To Ile Ewboya: tother two to Anderland did fly, Theyr brothers Realme. An host of men pursewd them by and by, And threatened warre onlesse they were deliverde. Force of feare Subdewing nature, did constreyne the brother (men must beare With fearfulnesse) to render up his susters to theyr fo. For neyther was Aenaeas there, nor valeant Hector (who Did make your warre last ten yeeres long) the countrye to defend. Now when they should like prisoners have beene fettred, in the end They casting up theyr handes (which yit were free) to heaven, did cry To Bacchus for to succour them, who helpt them by and by, At leastwyse if it may bee termd a help, in woondrous wyse To alter folke. For never could I lerne ne can surmyse The manner how they lost theyr shape. The thing it selfe is knowen. With fethered wings as whyght as snow they quyght away are flowen Transformed into doovehouse dooves, thy wyfe dame Venus burdes. When that the time of meate was spent with theis and such like woordes, The table was removed streyght, and then they went to sleepe. Next morrow rysing up as soone as day began to peepe, They went to Phebus Oracle, which willed them to go Unto theyr moother countrey and the coastes theyr stocke came fro. King Anius bare them companie. And when away they shoold, He gave them gifts. Anchises had a scepter all of goold. Ascanius had a quiver and a Cloke right brave and trim. Aenaeas had a standing Cup presented unto him. The Thebane Therses whoo had been king Anius guest erewhyle Did send it out of Thessaly: but Alcon one of Myle Did make the cuppe. And hee theron a story portrayd out. It was a Citie with seven gates in circuit round about, Which men myght easly all discerne. The gates did represent The Cities name, and showed playne what towne thereby was ment. Without the towne were funeralls a dooing for the dead, With herces, tapers, fyres, and tumbes. The wyves with ruffled head And stomacks bare pretended greef. The nymphes seemd teares to shead, And wayle the drying of theyr welles. The leavelesse trees did seare. And licking on the parched stones Goats romed heere and there. Behold amid this Thebane towne was lyvely portrayd out Echions daughters twayne, of which the one with courage stout Did prefer bothe her naked throte and stomacke to the knyfe: And tother with a manly hart did also spend her lyfe, For saufgard of her countryfolk: and how that theruppon They both were caryed solemly on herces, and anon Were burned in the cheefest place of all the Thebane towne. Then (least theyr linage should decay whoo dyde with such renowne,) Out of the Asshes of the maydes there issued twoo yong men, And they unto theyr moothers dust did obsequies agen. Thus much was graved curiously in auncient precious brasse, And on the brim a trayle of flowres of bearbrich gilded was. The Trojans also gave to him as costly giftes agen. Bycause he was Apollos preest they gave to him as then A Chist to keepe in frankincence. They gave him furthermore A Crowne of gold wherin were set of precious stones great store. Then calling to remembrance that the Trojans issued were Of Tewcers blood, they sayld to Crete. But long they could not there Abyde th'infection of the aire: and so they did forsake The hundred Cities, and with speede to Itayleward did make. The winter wexed hard and rough, and tost them verry sore. And when theyr shippes arrived were uppon the perlous shore Among the Strophad Iles, the bird Aello did them feare. The costes of Dulich, Ithaca, and Same they passed were, And eeke the Court of Neritus where wyse Ulysses reignd, And came to Ambrace for the which the Gods strong stryfe maynteind. There sawe they turned into stone the judge whoose image yit At Actium in Appollos Church in signe therof dooth sit. They vewed also Dodon grove where Okes spake: and the coast Of Chaon where the sonnes of king Molossus scapt a most Ungracious fyre by taking wings. From thence they coasted by The countrye of the Pheaks fraught with frute abundantly. Then tooke they land in Epyre, and to Buthrotos they went Wheras the Trojane prophet dwelt, whoose reigne did represent An image of theyr auncient Troy. There being certifyde Of things to come by Helen (whoo whyle there they did abyde Informed them ryght faythfully of all that should betyde) They passed into Sicilie. With corners three this land Shootes out into the Sea: of which Pachinnus front dooth stand Ageinst the southcoast: Lilibye dooth face the gentle west, And Pelore unto Charlsis wayne dooth northward beare his brest. The Trojanes under Pelore gat with ores and prosprous tydes And in the even by Zanclye shore theyr fleete at anchor rydes. Uppon the left syde restlessely Charybdis ay dooth beate them, And swalloweth shippes and spewes them up as fast as it dooth eate them. And Scylla beateth on theyr ryght: which from the navell downe Is patched up with cruell curres: and upward to the crowne Dooth keepe the countnance of a mayd, and (if that all bee trew That Poets fayne) shee was sumtyme a mayd ryght fayre of hew. To her made many wooers sute: all which shee did eschew. And going to the salt Sea nymphes (to whom shee was ryght deere) She vaunted, to how many men shee gave the slippe that yeere. To whom the Lady Galate in kembing of her heare Sayd thus with syghes: But they that sought to thee (O Lady) were None other than of humane kynd, to whom without all feare Of harme, thou myghtest (as thou doost) give nay. But as for mee Although that I of Nereus and gray Doris daughter bee, And of my susters have with mee continually a gard, I could not scape the Cyclops love, but to my greef full hard. (With that her teares did stoppe her speeche.) As soone as that the mayd Had dryde them with her marble thomb, and moande the nymph, she sayd: Deere Goddesse, tell mee all your greef, and hyde it not from mee: For trust mee, I will unto you bothe true and secret bee. Then unto Cratyes daughter thus the nymph her playnt did frame: Of Fawne and nymph Simethis borne was Acis, whoo became A joy to bothe his parents, but to mee the greater joy. For being but a sixteene yeeres of age, this fayre sweete boy Did take mee to his love, what tyme about his chyldish chin The tender heare like mossy downe to sprowt did first begin. I loved him beyond all Goddes forbod, and likewyse mee The Giant Cyclops. Neyther (if demaunded it should bee) I well were able for to tell you whither that the love Of Acis, or the Cyclops hate did more my stomacke move. There was no oddes betweene them. Oh deere Goddesse Venus, what A powre haste thou? Behold how even this owgly Giant that No sparke of meekenesse in him hath, whoo is a terrour to The verrye woodes, whom never guest nor straunger came unto Without displeasure, whoo the heavens and all the Goddes despyseth, Dooth feele what thing is love. The love of mee him so surpryseth, That Polypheme regarding not his sheepe and hollowe Cave, And having care to please dooth go about to make him brave. His sturre stiffe heare he kembeth nowe with strong and sturdy rakes, And with a sythe dooth marcussotte his bristled berd: and takes Delyght to looke uppon himself in waters, and to frame His countnance. Of his murtherous hart the wyldnesse wexeth tame. His unastaunched thyrst of blood is quenched: shippes may passe And repasse saufly. In the whyle that he in love thus was, One Telemus, Ewrymeds sonne, a man of passing skill In birdflyght, taking land that tyme in Sicill, went untill The orped Gyant Polypheme, and sayd: This one round eye That now amid thy forehead stands shall one day ere thou dye By sly Ulysses blinded bee. The Gyant laught therat, And sayd: O foolish soothsayre, thou deceyved art in that. For why another (even a wench) already hathe it blynded. Thus skorning him that told him truthe bycause he was hygh mynded, He eyther made the ground to shake in walking on the shore, Or rowzd him in his shadye Cave. With wedged poynt before There shoots a hill into the Sea: whereof the sea dooth beate On eyther syde. The one eyd feend came up and made his seate Theron, and after came his sheepe undriven. As soone as hee Had at his foote layd downe his staffe which was a whole Pyne tree Well able for to bee a maast to any shippe, he takes His pype compact of fyvescore reedes, and therwithall he makes So loud a noyse that all the hilles and waters therabout Myght easly heere the shirlnesse of the shepeherds whistling out. I lying underneathe 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 Aldertree. More bright than glasse, more wanton than the tender kid forsooth. Than Cockleshelles continually with water worne, more smoothe. More cheerefull than the winters Sun, or Sommers shadowe cold, More seemely and more comly than the Planetree to behold, Of valew more than Apples bee although they were of gold. More cleere than frozen yce, more sweete than Grape through rype ywis, More soft than butter newly made, or downe of Cygnet is. And much more fayre and beawtyfull than gardein to myne eye, But that thou from my companye continually doost flye. And thou the selfsame Galate art more tettish for to frame Than Oxen of the wildernesse whom never wyght did tame. More fleeting than the waves, more hard than warryed Oke to twyne, More tough than willow twiggs, more lyth than is the wyld whyght vyne. More than this rocke unmovable, more violent than a streame. More prowd than Peacocke praysd, more feerce than fyre and more extreeme. More rough than Breers, more cruell than the new delivered Beare, More mercilesse than troden snake, than sea more deafe of eare. And which (and if it lay in mee 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 thee irke to flye and bee a greef To tarrye from mee. Yea thou wouldst endeavour all thy powre To keepe mee wholly to 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 have I, and Grapes like gold, And purple Grapes on spreaded Vynes as many as can hold. Bothe which I doo reserve for thee. Thyself shalt with thy hand The soft sweete strawbryes gather, which in wooddy shadowe stand. The Cornell berryes also from the tree thy self shall pull: And pleasant plommes, sum yellow lyke new wax, sum blew, sum full Of ruddy jewce. Of Chestnutts eeke (if my wyfe thou wilt bee) Thou shalt have store: and frutes all sortes: all trees shall serve for thee. This Cattell heere 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 Cave abyde. The number of them (if a man should ask) I cannot showe. Tush, beggars of theyr Cattell use the number for to knowe. And for the goodnesse of the same, no whit beleeve thou mee. But come thyself (and if thou wilt) the truth therof to see. See how theyr udders full doo make them straddle. Lesser ware Shet up at home in cloce warme peends, are Lambes. There also are In other pinfolds Kidds of selfsame yeaning tyme. Thus have I alwayes mylke as whyte as snow. Wherof I sum doo save To drink, and of the rest is made good cheese. And furthermore Not only stale and common gifts and pleasures wherof store Is to bee had at eche mannes hand, (as Leverets, Kidds, and Does, A payre of pigeons, or a nest of birds new found, or Roes,) Shall unto thee presented bee. I found this tother day A payre of Bearewhelpes, eche so lyke the other as they lay Uppon a hill, that scarce yee eche discerne from other may. And when that I did fynd them I did take them up, and say Theis will I for my Lady keepe for her therwith to play. Now put thou up thy fayre bryght head, good Galat, I thee pray, Above the greenish waves: now come my Galat, come away. And of my present take no scorne. I know my selfe to bee A jollye fellow. For even now I did behold and see Myne image in the water sheere, and sure mee thought I tooke Delyght to see my goodly shape, and favor in the brooke. Behold how big I am: not Jove in heaven (for so you men Report one Jove to reigne, of whom I passe not for to ken) Is huger than this doughty corce of myne. A bush of heare Dooth overdreepe my visage grim, and shadowes as it were A grove uppon my shoulders twayne. And think it not to bee A shame for that with bristled heare my body rough yee see. A fowle ilfavored syght it is to see a leavelesse tree. A lothely thing it is, a horse without a mane to keepe. As fethers doo become the birdes, and wooll becommeth sheepe, Even so a beard and bristled skin becommeth also men. I have but one eye, which dooth stand amid my frunt. What then? This one round eye of myne is lyke a myghty target. Why? Vewes not the Sun all things from heaven? Yit but one only eye Hath hee. Moreover in your Seas my father beares the sway. Him will I make thy fathrinlaw. Have mercy I thee pray, And harken to myne humble sute. For only unto thee Yeeld I. Even I of whom bothe heaven and Jove despysed bee And eeke the percing thunderbolt, doo stand in awe and feare Of thee, O Nerye. Thyne ill will is greevouser to beare Than is the deadly Thunderclappe. Yit could I better fynd In hart to suffer this contempt of thyne with pacient mynd If thou didst shonne all other folk as well as mee. But why Rejecting Cyclops doost thou love dwarf Acis? Why say I Preferst thou Acis unto mee? Well, let him liked bee Both of himself, and also (which I would be lothe) of thee. And if I catch him he shall feele that in my body is The force that should bee. I shall paunch him quicke. Those limbes of his I will in peeces teare, and strew them in the feeldes, and in Thy waters, if he doo thee haunt. For I doo swelt within. And being chaafte the flame dooth burne more feerce to my unrest. Mee thinks mount Aetna with his force is closed in my brest. And yit it nothing moveth thee. As soone 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 feend espyed mee and Acis where wee lay, Before wee wist or feared it: and crying out gan say: I see yee. And confounded myght I bee with endlesse shame, But if I make this day the last agreement of your game. Theis woordes were spoke with such a reere as verry well became An angry Giant. Aetna shooke with lowdnesse of the same. I scaard therwith dopt underneathe the water, and the knyght Simethus turning streyght his backe, did give himself to flyght, And cryed: Help mee Galate, help parents I you pray, And in your kingdome mee receyve whoo perrish must streyghtway. The roundeyd devill made pursewt: and rending up a fleece Of Aetna Rocke, threw after him: of which a little peece Did Acis overtake. And yit as little as it was, It overwhelmed Acis whole. I wretched wyght (alas) Did that which destnyes would permit. Foorthwith I brought to passe That Acis should receyve the force his father had before. His scarlet blood did issue from the lump, and more and more Within a whyle the rednesse gan to vannish: and the hew Resembled at the first a brooke with rayne distroubled new, Which wexeth cleere by length of tyme. Anon the lump did clyve, And from the hollow cliffe therof hygh reedes sprang up alyve. 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 reede about his horned head Avaunst his body to the waste. Whoo (save he was that stead Much biggar than he erst had beene, and altogither gray) Was Acis still. And being turnd to water, at this day In shape of river 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. (Shee durst not her betake To open sea) and eyther roamd uppon the sandy shore Stark naakt, or when for weerinesse shee could not walk no more, Shee then withdrew her out of syght and gate her to 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 Ewboya Ile uppon Anthedon shore, Was new becomme a dweller in the sea) as he did swim Along the coast was tane in love at syght of Scylla trim, And spake such woordes as he did think myght make her tarry still. Yit fled shee still, and swift for feare shee gate her to a hill That butted on the Sea. Ryght steepe and upward sharp did shoote A loftye toppe with trees, beneathe was hollowe at the foote. Heere Scylla stayd and being sauf by strongnesse of the place, (Not knowing if he monster were, or God, that did her chace,) Shee looked backe. And woondring at his colour and his heare With which his shoulders and his backe all wholly covered were, Shee saw his neather parts were like a fish with tayle wrythde round Who leaning to the neerest Rocke, sayd thus with lowd cleere sound: Fayre mayd, I neyther monster am nor cruell savage beast: But of the sea a God, whoose powre and favour is not least. For neyther Protew in the sea nor Triton have 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 given to seawoorkes, and in them mee only did apply. For sumtyme I did draw the drag in which the fishes were, And sumtyme sitting on the cliffes I angled heere and there. There butteth on a fayre greene mede a bank wherof t'one half Is cloasd with sea, the rest is clad with herbes which never calf, Nor horned Ox, nor seely sheepe, nor shakheard Goate did feede. The busye Bee did never there of flowres sweet smelling speede. No gladsum garlonds ever there were gathered for the head. No hand those flowers ever yit with hooked sythe did shred. I was the first that ever set my foote uppon that plot. Now as I dryde my dropping netts, and layd abrode my lotte, To tell how many fishes had bychaunce to net beene sent, Or through theyr owne too lyght beeleefe on bayted hooke beene hent: (The matter seemeth like a lye, but what avayles to lye?) As soone as that my pray had towcht the grasse, it by and by Began to move, and flask theyr finnes, and swim uppon the drye, As in the Sea. And as I pawsd and woondred at the syght, My draught of fishes everychone to 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 jewce of herb. And as I so did musing stand, What herb (quoth 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 uncouth jewce, when like an agew fit I felt myne inwards soodeinly to shake, and with the same, A love of other nature in my brest with violence came. And long I could it not resist, but sayd: Deere land, adeew, For never shall I haunt thee more. And with that woord I threw My bodye in the sea. The Goddes thereof receyving mee, Vouchsaved in theyr order mee installed for to bee, Desyring old Oceanus and Thetis for theyr sake, The rest of my mortalitie away from mee to take. They hallowed mee, and having sayd nyne tymes the holy ryme That purgeth all prophanednesse, they charged mee that tyme To put my brestbulk underneathe a hundred streames. Anon The brookes from sundry coastes and all the Seas did ryde uppon My head. From whence as soone as I returned, by and by I felt my self farre otherwyse through all my limbes, than I Had beene before. And in my mynd I was another man. Thus farre of all that mee befell make just report I can. Thus farre I beare in mynd. The rest my mynd perceyved not. Then first of all this hory greene gray grisild beard I got, And this same bush of heare which all along the seas I sweepe, And theis same myghty shoulders, and theis grayish armes, and feete Confounded into finned fish. But what avayleth mee This goodly shape, and of the Goddes of sea to loved bee? Or for to be a God my self, if they delyght not thee? As he was speaking this, and still about to utter more, Dame Scylla him forsooke: wherat he wexing angry sore, And beeing quickened with repulse, in rage he tooke his way To Circes, Titans daughters, Court which full of monsters lay. Now had th'Ewboyan fisherman (whoo lately was becomme A God of sea to dwell in sea for ay,) alreadye swomme Past Aetna which uppon the face of Giant Typho lyes, Toogither with the pasture of the Cyclops which defyes Both Plough and harrowe, and by teemes of Oxen sets no store: And Zancle, and crackt Rhegion which stands a tother shore: And eeke the rough and shipwrecke sea which being hemmed in With two mayne landes on eyther syde, is as a bound betwin The frutefull Realmes of Italy and Sicill. From that place He cutting through the Tyrrhene sea with both his armes apace, Arryved at the grassye hilles and at the Palace hye Of Circe, Phoebus imp, which full of sundry beastes did lye. When Glaucus in her presence came, and had her greeted, and Receyved freendly welcomming and greeting at her hand, He sayd: O Goddesse, pitie mee a God, I thee desyre. Thou only (if at least thou think mee woorthy so great hyre��� Canst ease this love of myne. No wyght dooth better know than I The powre of herbes, whoo late ago transformed was therby. And now to open unto thee of this my greef the ground, Uppon th'Italyan shore ageinst Messene walls I found Fayre Scylla. Shame it is to tell how scornfull shee did take The gentle woordes and promises and sute that I did make. But if that any powre at all consist in charmes, then let That sacret mouth of thyne cast charmes: or if more force bee set In herbes to compasse things withall, then use the herbes that have Most strength in woorking. Neyther think, I hither come to crave A medcine for to heale myself and cure my wounded hart: I force no end. I would have her bee partener of my smart. But Circe (for no natures are more lyghtly set on fyre Than such as shee is) (whither that the cause of this desyre Were only in herself, or that Dame Venus bearing ay In mynd her fathers deede in once disclosing of her play, Did stirre her heereunto) sayd thus: It were a better way For thee to fancye such a one whoose will and whole desyre Is bent to thine, and whoo is sindgd with selfsame kynd of fyre. Thou woorthye art of sute to thee. And (credit mee) thou shouldst Bee woode in deede, if any hope of speeding give thou wouldst. And therefore dowt not. Only of thy beawtye lyking have. Lo, I whoo am a Goddesse and the imp of Phoebus brave, Whoo can so much by charmes, whoo can so much by herbes, doo vow My self to thee. If I disdeine, disdeine mee also thow. And if I yeeld, yeeld thou likewyse: and in one only deede Avenge thy self of twayne. To her intreating thus to speede, First trees shall grow (quoth Glaucus) in the sea, and reeke shall thryve In toppes of hilles, ere I (as long as Scylla is alyve) Doo chaunge my love. The Goddesse wext ryght wroth: and sith she could Not hurt his persone beeing falne in love with him, ne would: Shee spyghted her that was preferd before her. And uppon Displeasure tane of this repulse, shee went her way anon. And wicked weedes of grisly jewce toogither shee did bray, And in the braying, witching charmes shee over them did say. And putting on a russet cloke, shee passed through the rowt Of savage beastes that in her court came fawning round abowt, And going unto Rhegion cliffe which standes ageinst the shore Of Zancle, entred by and by the waters that doo rore With violent tydes, uppon the which shee stood as on firme land, And ran and never wet her feete a whit. There was at hand A little plash that bowwed like a bowe that standeth bent, Where Scylla woonted was to rest herself, and thither went From rage of sea and ayre, what tyme the sonne amid the skye Is hotest making shadowes short by mounting up on hye. This plash did Circe then infect ageinst that Scylla came, And with her poysons which had powre most monstrous shapes to frame Defyled it. Shee sprincled there the jewce of venymd weedes, And thryce nyne tymes with witching mouth shee softly mumbling, reedes A charme ryght darke of uncouth woordes. No sooner Scylla came Within this plash, and to the waast had waded in the same, But that shee sawe her hinderloynes with barking buggs atteint. And at the first, not thinking with her body they were meynt As parts therof, shee started back, and rated them. And sore Shee was afrayd the eager curres should byght her. But the more Shee shonned them, the surer still shee was to have them there. In seeking where her loynes, and thyghes, and feet and ancles were, Chappes like the chappes of Cerberus in stead of them shee found. Nought else was there than cruell curres from belly downe to ground. So underneathe misshaped loynes and womb remayning sound, Her mannish mastyes backes were ay within the water drownd. Her lover Glaucus wept therat, and Circes bed refusde That had so passing cruelly her herbes on Scylla usde. But Scylla in that place abode. And for the hate shee bore To Circeward, (assoone as meete occasion servde therfore) Shee spoyld Ulysses of his mates. And shortly after, shee Had also drownd the Trojane fleete, but that (as yit wee see) Shee was transformd to rock of stone, which shipmen warely shonne. When from this Rocke the Trojane fleete by force of Ores had wonne, And from Charybdis greedye gulf, and were in manner readye To have arryvde in Italy, the wynd did ryse so heady, And that it drave them backe uppon the coast of Affricke. There The Tyrian Queene (whoo afterward unpaciently should beare The going of this Trojane prince away) did enterteine Aenaeas in her house, and was ryght glad of him and fayne. Uppon a Pyle made underneathe pretence of sacrifyse Shee goard herself upon a swoord, and in most wofull wyse As shee herself had beene beguyld: so shee beguyled all. Eftsoone Aenaeas flying from the newly reered wall Of Carthage in that sandy land, retyred backe agen To Sicill, where his faythfull freend Acestes reignd. And when He there had doone his sacrifyse, and kept an Obit at His fathers tumb, he out of hand did mend his Gallyes that Dame Iris, Junos messenger, had burned up almost. And sayling thence he kept his course aloof along the coast Of Aeolye and of Vulcanes lies the which of brimston smol And passing by the Meremayds rocks, (His Pilot by a stroke Of tempest being drownd in sea) he sayld by Prochite, and Inarime, and (which uppon a barreine hill dooth stand) The land of Ape Ile, which dooth take that name of people s'ie There dwelling. For the Syre of Goddes abhorring utterly The leawdnesse of the Cercops, and theyr wilfull perjurye, And eeke theyr guylefull dealing did transforme them everyclone Into an evillfavored kynd of beast: that beeing none They myght yit still resemble men. He knit in lesser space Theyr members, and he beate mee flat theyr noses to theyr face, The which he filled furrowlike with wrinckles every where. He clad theyr bodyes over all with fallow coulourd heare, And put them into this same Ile to dwell forever there. But first he did bereeve them of the use of speeche and toong, Which they to cursed perjurye did use bothe old and yoong. To chatter hoarcely, and to shreeke, to jabber, and to squeake, He hath them left, and for to moppe and mowe, but not to speake. Aenaeas having past this Ile, and on his ryght hand left The towne of Naples, and the tumb of Mysen on his left, Toogither with the fenny grounds: at Cumye landed, and Went unto longlyvde Sybills house, with whom he went in hand That he to see his fathers ghoste myght go by Averne deepe. Shee long uppon the earth in stownd her eyes did fixed keepe, And at the length as soone as that the spryght of prophesye Was entred her, shee raysing them did thus ageine reply: O most renowmed wyght, of whom the godlynesse by fyre And valeantnesse is tryde by swoord, great things thou doost requyre. But feare not, Trojane: for thou shalt bee lord of thy desyre. To see the reverend image of thy deerebeeloved syre, Among the fayre Elysian feeldes where godly folke abyde, And all the lowest kingdoomes of the world I will thee guyde. No way to vertue is restreynd. This spoken, shee did showe A golden bowgh that in the wood of Proserpine did growe, And willed him to pull it from the tree. He did obey: And sawe the powre of dreadfull hell, and where his graundsyres lay And eeke the aged Ghost of stowt Anchises. Furthermore He lernd the customes of the land arryvd at late before, And what adventures should by warre betyde him in that place. From thence retyring up ageine a slow and weery pace, He did asswage the tediousnesse by talking with his guyde. For as he in the twylyght dim this dreadfui way did ryde, He sayed: Whither present thou thyself a Goddesse bee, Or such a one as God dooth love most dearly, I will thee For ever as a Goddesse take, and will acknowledge mee Thy servant, for saufguyding mee the place of death to see, And for thou from the place of death hast brought me sauf and free. For which desert, what tyme I shall atteyne to open ayre, I will a temple to thee buyld ryght sumptuous, large, and fayre, And honour thee with frankincence. The prophetisse did cast Her eye uppon Aenaeas backe, and syghing sayd at last: I am no Goddesse. Neyther think thou canst with conscience ryght, With holy incence honour give to any mortall wyght. But to th'entent through ignorance thou erre not, I had beene Eternall and of worldly lyfe I should none end have seene, If that I would my maydenhod on Phebus have bestowde. Howbeeit whyle he stood in hope to have the same, and trowde To overcome mee with his gifts: Thou mayd of Cumes (quoth he) Choose what thou wilt, and of thy wish the owner thou shalt bee. I taking full my hand of dust, and shewing it him there, Desyred like a foole to live as many yeeres as were Small graynes of cinder in that heape. I quight forgot to crave Immediately, the race of all those yeeres in youth to have. Yit did he graunt mee also that, uppon condicion I Would let him have my maydenhod, which thing I did denye. And so rejecting Phebus gift a single lyfe I led. But now the blessefull tyme of youth is altogither fled, And irksome age with trembling pace is stolne uppon my head, Which long I must endure. For now already as you see Seven hundred yeares are come and gone and that the number bee Full matched of the granes of dust, three hundred harvestes mo, I must three hundred vintages see more before I go. The day will come that length of tyme shall make my body small, And little of my withered limbes shall leave or naught at all. And none shall think that ever God was tane in love with mee. Even out of Phebus knowledge then perchaunce I growen shall bee, Or at the least that ever he mee lovde he shall denye, So sore I shall be altered. And then shall no mannes eye Discerne mee. Only by my voyce I shall bee knowen. For why The fates shall leave mee still my voyce for folke to know mee by. As Sybill in the vaulted way such talk as this did frame, The Trojane knyght Aenaeas up at Cumes fro Limbo came. And having doone the sacrifyse accustomd for the same, He tooke his journey to the coast which had not yit the name Receyved of his nurce. In this same place he found a mate Of wyse Ulysses, Macare of Neritus, whoo late Before, had after all his long and tediouse toyles, there stayd. He spying Achemenides (whom late ago afrayd They had among mount Aetnas Cliffs abandond when they fled From Polypheme): and woondring for to see he was not dead, Sayd thus: O Achemenides, what chaunce, or rather what Good God hathe savde the lyfe of thee? What is the reason that A barbrous shippe beares thee a Greeke? Or whither saylest thou? To him thus, Achemenides, his owne man freely now And not forgrowen as one forlorne, nor clad in bristled hyde, Made answer: Yit ageine I would I should in perrill byde Of Polypheme, and that I myght those chappes of his behold Beesmeared with the blood of men, but if that I doo hold This shippe more deere than all the Realme of wyse Ulysses, or If lesser of Aenaeas I doo make account than for My father, neyther (though I did as much as doone myght bee,) I could ynough bee thankfull for his goodnesse towards mee. That I still speake and breathe, that I the Sun and heaven doo see, Is his gift. Can I thanklesse then or myndlesse of him bee, That downe the round eyed gyants throte this soule of myne went not? And that from hencefoorth when to dye it ever be my lot I may be layd in grave, or sure not in the Gyants mawe? What hart had I that tyme (at least if feare did not withdrawe Both hart and sence) when left behynd, you taking shippe I sawe? I would have called after you but that I was afrayd By making outcrye to my fo myself to have beewrayd. For even the noyse that you did make did put Ulysses shippe In daunger. I did see him from a cragged mountaine strippe A myghty rocke, and into sea it throwe midway and more. Ageine I sawe his giants pawe throwe huge big stones great store As if it were a sling. And sore I feared lest your shippe Should drowned by the water bee that from the stones did skippe, Or by the stones themselves, as if my self had beene therin. But when that flyght had saved you from death, he did begin On Aetna syghing up and downe to walke: and with his pawes Went groping of the trees among the woodes. And forbycause He could not see, he knockt his shinnes ageinst the rocks eche where. And stretching out his grisly armes (which all beegrymed were With baken blood) to seaward, he the Greekish nation band, And sayd: O if that sum good chaunce myght bring unto my hand Ulysses or sum mate of his, on whom to wreake myne ire, Uppon whose bowells with my teeth I like a Hawke myght tyre: Whose living members myght with theis my talants teared beene: Whoose blood myght bubble down my throte: whose flesh myght pant between My jawes: how lyght or none at all this losing of myne eye Would seeme. Theis woordes and many mo the cruell feend did cry. A shuddring horror perced mee to see his smudged face, And cruell handes, and in his frunt the fowle round eyelesse place, And monstrous members, and his beard beslowbered with the blood Of man. Before myne eyes then death the smallest sorrow stood. I loked every minute to bee seased in his pawe. I looked ever when he should have cramd mee in his mawe. And in my mynd I of that tyme mee thought the image sawe When having dingd a doozen of our fellowes to the ground And lying lyke a Lyon feerce or hunger sterved hownd Uppon them, very eagerly he downe his greedy gut Theyr bowwels and theyr limbes yit more than half alive did put, And with theyr flesh toogither crasht the bones and maree whyght. I trembling like an aspen leaf stood sad and bloodlesse quyght. And in beholding how he fed and belked up againe His bloody vittells at his mouth, and uttred out amayne The clottred gobbets mixt with wyne, I thus surmysde: Like lot Hangs over my head now, and I must also go to pot. And hyding mee for many dayes, and quaking horribly At every noyse, and dreading death, and wisshing for to dye, Appeasing hunger with the leaves of trees, and herbes and mast, Alone, and poore, and footelesse, and to death and pennance cast, A long tyme after I espyde this shippe afarre at last, And ronning downeward to the sea by signes did succour seeke. Where fynding grace, this Trojane shippe receyved mee, a Greeke. But now I prey thee, gentle freend, declare thou unto mee Thy Capteines and thy fellowes lucke that tooke the sea with thee. He told him how that Aeolus, the sonne of Hippot, he That keepes the wyndes in pryson cloce did reigne in Tuskane sea. And how Ulysses having at his hand a noble gift, The wynd enclosde in leather bagges, did sayle with prosperous drift Nyne dayes toogither: insomuch they came within the syght Of home: but on the tenth day when the morning gan give lyght, His fellowes being somewhat toucht with covetousenesse and spyght, Supposing that it had beene gold, did let the wyndes out quyght. The which returning whence they came, did drive them backe amayne That in the Realme of Aeolus they went aland agayne. From thence (quoth he) we came unto the auncient Lamyes towne Of which the feerce Antiphates that season ware the crowne. A cowple of my mates and I were sent unto him: and A mate of myne and I could scarce by flyght escape his hand. The third of us did with his blood embrew the wicked face Of leawd Antiphate, whoo with swoord us flying thence did chace, And following after with a rowt threw stones and loggs which drownd Both men and shippes. Howbeeit one by chaunce escaped sound, Which bare Ulysses and my self. So having lost most part Of all our deare companions, we with sad and sory hart And much complayning, did arryve at yoonder coast which yow May ken farre hence. A great way hence (I say) wee see it now But trust mee truly over neere I saw it once. And thow Aenaeas, Goddesse Venus sonne, the justest knight of all The Trojane race (for sith the warre is doone, I can not call Thee fo) I warne thee get thee farre from Circes dwelling place. For when our shippes arryved there, remembring eft the cace Of cruell king Antiphates, and of that hellish wyght The round eyed gyant Polypheme, wee had so small delyght To visit uncowth places, that wee sayd wee would not go. Then cast we lotts. The lot fell out uppon myself as tho, And Polyte, and Eurylocus, and on Elpenor who Delyghted too too much in wyne, and eyghteene other mo. All wee did go to Circes houses. As soone as wee came thither, And in the portall of the Hall had set our feete toogither, A thousand Lyons, wolves and beares did put us in a feare By meeting us. But none of them was to bee feared there. For none of them could doo us harme: but with a gentle looke And following us with fawning feete theyr wanton tayles they shooke. Anon did Damzells welcome us and led us through the hall (The which was made of marble stone, floore, arches, roof, and wall) To Circe. Shee sate underneathe a traverse in a chayre Aloft ryght rich and stately, in a chamber large and fayre. Shee ware a goodly longtreynd gowne: and all her rest attyre Was every whit of goldsmithes woork. There sate mee also by her The Sea nymphes and her Ladyes whoose fyne fingers never knew What toozing wooll did meene, nor threede from whorled spindle drew. They sorted herbes, and picking out the flowers that were mixt, Did put them into mawnds, and with indifferent space betwixt Did lay the leaves and stalks on heapes according to theyr hew, And shee herself the woork of them did oversee and vew. The vertue and the use of them ryght perfectly shee knew, And in what leaf it lay, and which in mixture would agree. And so perusing every herb by good advysement, shee Did wey them out. Assoone as shee us entring in did see, And greeting had bothe given and tane, shee looked cheerefully, And graunting all that we desyrde, commaunded by and by A certeine potion to bee made of barly parched drye And wyne and hony mixt with cheese. And with the same shee slye Had meynt the jewce of certeine herbes which unespyde did lye By reason of the sweetenesse of the drink. Wee tooke the cup Delivered by her wicked hand, and quaft it cleerely up With thirstye throtes. Which doone, and that the cursed witch had smit Our highest heare tippes with her wand, (it is a shame, but yit I will declare the truth) I wext all rough with bristled heare, And could not make complaint with woordes. In stead of speech I there Did make a rawghtish grunting, and with groveling face gan beare My visage downeward to the ground. I felt a hooked groyne To wexen hard uppon my mouth, and brawned neck to joyne My head and shoulders. And the handes with which I late ago Had taken up the charmed cup, were turnd to feete as tho. Such force there is in Sorcerie. In fyne wyth other mo That tasted of the selfsame sawce, they shet mee in a Stye. From this missehappe Eurilochus alonly scapte. For why He only would not taste the cup, which had he not fled fro, He should have beene a bristled beast as well as we. And so Should none have borne Ulysses woorde of our mischaunce, nor hee Have come to Circe to revenge our harmes and set us free. The peaceprocurer Mercurie had given to him a whyght Fayre flowre whoose roote is black, and of the Goddes it Moly hyght Assurde by this and heavenly hestes, he entred Circes bowre. And beeing bidden for to drink the cup of baleful powre, As Circe was about to stroke her wand uppon his heare, He thrust her backe, and put her with his naked swoord in feare. Then fell they to agreement streyght, and fayth in hand was plyght. And beeing made her bedfellowe, he claymed as in ryght Of dowrye, for to have his men ageine in perfect plyght. Shee sprincled us with better jewce of uncowth herbes, and strake The awk end of her charmed rod uppon our heades, and spake Woordes to the former contrarie. The more shee charmd, the more Arose wee upward from the ground on which wee daarde before. Our bristles fell away, the clift our cloven clees forsooke. Our shoulders did returne agein: and next our elbowes tooke Our armes and handes theyr former place. Then weeping wee enbrace Our Lord, and hing about his necke whoo also wept apace. And not a woord wee rather spake than such as myght appeere From harts most thankfull to proceede. Wee taryed theyr a yeere. I in that whyle sawe many things, and many things did heere. I marked also this one thing with store of other geere Which one of Circes fowre cheef maydes (whoose office was alway Uppon such hallowes to attend) did secretly bewray To mee. For in the whyle my Lord with Circe kept alone, This mayd a yoongmannes image sheawd of fayre whyght marble stone Within a Chauncell. On the head therof were garlonds store And eeke a woodspecke. And as I demaunded her wherfore And whoo it was they honord so in holy Church, and why He bare that bird uppon his head: shee answeering by and by Sayd: Lerne hereby, sir Macare, to understand the powre My lady hathe, and marke thou well what I shall say this howre. There reignd erewhyle in Italy one Picus, Saturnes sonne, Whoo loved warlike horse and had delyght to see them ronne. He was of feature as yee see. And by this image heere The verry beawtye of the man dooth lyvelely appeere. His courage matcht his personage. And scarcely had he well Seene twentye yeeres. His countnance did allure the nymphes that dwell Among the Latian hilles. The nymphes of fountaines and of brookes, As those that haunted Albula were ravisht with his lookes And so were they that Numicke beares, and Anio too, and Alme That ronneth short, and heady Nar, and Farfar coole and calme. And all the nymphes that usde to haunt Dianas shadye poole, Or any lakes or meeres neere hand, or other waters coole. But he disdeyning all the rest did set his love uppon A lady whom Venilia bare (so fame reporteth) on The stately mountayne Palatine by Janus that dooth beare The dowble face. Assoone as that her yeeres for maryage were Thought able, shee preferring him before all other men, Was wedded to this Picus whoo was king of Lawrents then. Shee was in beawtve excellent, but yit in singing, much More excellent: and theruppon they naamd her Singer. Such The sweetenesse of her musicke was, that shee therwith delyghts The savage beastes, and caused birdes to cease theyr wandring flyghts, And moved stones and trees, and made the ronning streames to stay. Now whyle that shee in womans tune recordes her pleasant lay At home, her husband rode abrode uppon a lustye horse To hunt the Boare, and bare in hand twoo hunting staves of force. His cloke was crymzen butned with a golden button fast. Into the selfsame forest eeke was Phebus daughter past From those same feeldes that of herself the name of Circe beare, To gather uncowth herbes among the fruteful hillocks there. As soone as lurking in the shrubbes shee did the king espye, Shee was astrawght. Downe fell her herbes to ground. And by and by Through all her bones the flame of love the maree gan to frye. And when shee from this forced heate had cald her witts agen, Shee purposde to bewray her mynd. But unto him as then Shee could not come for swiftnesse of his horse and for his men That garded him on every syde. Yit shalt thou not (quoth shee) So shift thee fro my handes although the wynd should carrye thee, If I doo knowe myself, if all the strength of herbes fayle not, Or if I have not quyght and cleene my charmes and spelles forgotte. In saying theis same wordes, shee made the likenesse of a Boare Without a body, causing it to swiftly passe before King Picus eyes, and for to seeme to get him to the woode, Where for the thickenesse of the trees a horse myght do no good. Immediatly the king unwares a hote pursute did make Uppon the shadowe of his pray, and quikly did forsake His foming horses sweating backe: and following vayne wan hope, Did runne afoote among the woodes, and through the bushes crope. Then Circe fell a mumbling spelles, and praying like a witch Did honour straunge and uncowth Goddes with uncowth charmes, by which Shee usde to make the moone looke dark, and wrappe her fathers head In watry clowdes. And then likewyse the heaven was overspred With darknesse, and a foggye mist steamd upward from the ground. And nere a man about the king to gard him could bee found, But every man in blynd bywayes ran scattring in the chace, Through her inchauntments. At the length shee getting tyme and place, Sayd: By those lyghtsum eyes of thyne which late have ravisht myne, And by that goodly personage and lovely face of thyne, The which compelleth mee that am a Goddesse to enclyne To make this humble sute to thee that art a mortall wyght, Asswage my flame, and make this sonne (whoo by his heavenly syght Foresees all things) thy fathrinlawe: and hardly hold not scorne Of Circe whoo by long discent of Titans stocke am borne. Thus much sayd Circe. He ryght feerce rejecting her request, And her, sayd: Whooso ere thou art, go set thy hart at rest. I am not thyne, nor will not bee. Another holdes my hart: And long God graunt shee may it hold, that I may never start To leawdnesse of a forreigne lust from bond of lawfull bed, As long as Janus daughter, my sweete Singer, is not dead. Dame Circe having oft renewd her sute in vayne beefore, Sayd: Dearely shalt thou bye thy scorne. For never shalt thou more Returne to Singer. Thou shalt lerne by proof what one can doo That is provoked, and in love, yea and a woman too. But Circe is bothe stird to wrath, and also tane in love, Yea and a woman. Twyce her face to westward she did move, And twyce to Eastward. Thryce shee layd her rod uppon his head. And therwithall three charmes shee cast. Away king Picus fled. And woondring that he fled more swift than earst he had beene woont, He saw the fethers on his skin, and at the sodein brunt Became a bird that haunts the wooddes. Wherat he taking spyght, With angrye bill did job uppon hard Okes with all his myght, And in his moode made hollowe holes uppon theyr boughes. The hew Of Crimzen which was in his cloke, uppon his fethers grew. The gold that was a clasp and did his cloke toogither hold, Is fethers, and about his necke goes circlewyse like gold. His servants luring in that whyle oft over all the ground In vayne, and fynding no where of theyr kyng no inkling, found Dame Circe. (For by that tyme shee had made the ayer sheere, And suffred both the sonne and wyndes the mistye steames to cleere) And charging her with matter trew, demaunded for theyr kyng, And offring force, began theyr darts and Javelings for to fling. Shee sprincling noysom venim streyght and jewce of poysoning myght, Did call togither Eribus and Chaos, and the nyght, And all the feendes of darknesse, and with howling out along Made prayers unto Hecate. Scarce ended was her song, But that (a woondrous thing to tell) the woodes lept from theyr place. The ground did grone: the trees neere hand lookt pale in all the chace: The grasse besprent with droppes of blood lookt red: the stones did seem To roare and bellow horce: and doggs to howle and raze extreeme: And all the ground to crawle with snakes blacke scaalde: and gastly spryghts Fly whisking up and downe. The folke were flayghted at theis syghts. And as they woondring stood amaazd, shee strokte her witching wand Uppon theyr faces. At the touche wherof, there out of hand Came woondrous shapes of savage beastes uppon them all. Not one Reteyned still his native shape. The setting sonne was gone Beyond the utmost coast of Spaine, and Singer longd in vayne To see her husband. Bothe her folke and people ran agayne Through all the woodes. And ever as they went, they sent theyr eyes Before them for to fynd him out, but no man him espyes. Then Singer thought it not ynough to weepe and teare her heare, And beat herself (all which shee did). Shee gate abrode, and there Raundgd over all the broade wyld feelds like one besyds her witts. Six nyghts and full as many dayes (as fortune led by fitts) She strayd mee over hilles and dales, and never tasted rest, Nor meate, nor drink of all the whyle. The seventh day, sore opprest And tyred bothe with travell and with sorrowe, downe shee sate Uppon cold Tybers bank, and there with teares in moorning rate Shee warbling on her greef in tune not shirle nor over hye, Did make her moane, as dooth the swan: whoo ready for to dye Dooth sing his buriall song before. Her maree molt at last With moorning, and shee pynde away: and finally shee past To lither ayre. But yit her fame remayned in the place. For why the auncient husbandmen according to the cace, Did name it Singer of the nymph that dyed in the same. Of such as these are, many things that yeere by fortune came Bothe to my heering and my sight. Wee wexing resty then And sluggs by discontinuance, were commaunded yit agen To go aboord and hoyse up sayles. And Circe told us all That long and dowtfull passage and rowgh seas should us befall. I promis thee those woordes of hers mee throughly made afrayd: And therfore hither I mee gate, and heere I have mee stayd. This was the end of Macars tale. And ere long tyme was gone, Aenaeas Nurce was buryed in a tumb of marble stone, And this short verse was set theron: In this same verry place My Nurcechyld whom the world dooth know to bee a chyld of grace Delivering mee, Caieta, quicke from burning by the Grayes, Hathe burnt mee dead with such a fyre as justly winnes him prayse. Theyr Cables from the grassye strond were loosde, and by and by From Circes slaunderous house and from her treasons farre they fly. And making to the thickgrowen groves where through the yellow dust The shady Tyber into sea his gusshing streame dooth thrust, Aenaeas got the Realme of king Latinus, Fawnus sonne, And eeke his daughter, whom in feyght by force of armes he wonne. He enterprysed warre ageinst a Nation feerce and strong. And Turne was wrothe for holding of his wyfe away by wrong. Ageinst the Shyre of Latium met all Tyrrhene, and long With busye care hawlt victorie by force of armes was sought. Eche partie to augment theyr force by forreine succour wrought. And many sent the Rutills help, and many came to ayd The Trojanes: neyther was the good Aenaeas ill apayd Of going to Evanders towne. But Venulus in vayne To outcast Diomeds citie went his succour to obteine. This Diomed under Dawnus, king of Calabrye, did found A myghtye towne, and with his wyfe in dowrye hild the ground. Now when from Turnus, Venulus his message had declaard, Desyring help: th'Aetolian knyght sayd none could well bee spaard. And in excuce, he told him how he neyther durst be bold To prest his fathers folk to warre of whom he had no hold, Nor any of his countrymen had left as then alyve To arme. And lest yee think (quoth hee) I doo a shift contryve, Although by uppening of the thing my bitter greef revyve I will abyde to make a new rehersall. After that The Greekes had burned Troy and on the ground had layd it flat, And that the Prince of Narix by his ravishing the mayd In Pallas temple, on us all the pennance had displayd Which he himself deservd alone: then scattred heere and there And harryed over all the seas, wee Greekes were fayne to beare Nyght, thunder, tempest, wrath of heaven and sea, and last of all Sore shipwrecke at mount Capharey to mend our harmes withall. And lest that mee to make too long a processe yee myght deeme In setting forth our heavy happes, the Greekes myght that tyme seeme Ryght rewfull even to Priamus. Howbee't Minerva, shee That weareth armour, tooke mee from the waves and saved mee. But from my fathers Realme ageine by violence I was driven. For Venus bearing still in mynd the wound I had her given Long tyme before, did woork revendge. By meanes wherof such toyle Did tosse mee 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 beene drownd. My company now having felt the woorst that sea or warre Could woorke, did faynt, and wisht an end of straying out so farre. But Agmon hot of nature and too feerce through slaughters made Sayd: What remayneth, sirs, through which our pacience cannot wade? What further spyght hath Venus yit to woork ageinst us more? When woorse misfortunes may be feard than have beene felt before, Then prayer may advauntadge men, and vowwing may then boote. But when the woorst is past of things, then feare is under foote. And when that bale is hyghest growne, then boote must next ensew. Although shee heere mee, and doo hate us all (which thing is trew) That serve heere under Diomed: Yit set wee lyght her hate. And deerely it should stand us on to purchase hygh estate. With such stowt woordes did Agmon stirre dame Venus unto ire And raysd ageine her settled grudge. Not many had desyre To heere him talk thus out of square. The moste of us that are His freendes rebukte him for his woordes. And as he did prepare To answere, bothe his voyce and throte by which his voyce should go, Were small: his heare to feathers turnd: his necke was clad as tho With feathers: so was brist and backe. The greater fethers stacke Uppon his armes: and into wings his elbowes bowwed backe. The greatest portion of his feete was turned into toes. A hardened bill of horne did growe uppon 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 up flew, And clapping with theyr newmade wings, about the ores did gird. And if yee doo demaund the shape of this same dowtfull bird, Even as they bee not verry Swannnes: so drawe they verry neere The shape of Cygnets whyght. With much adoo I settled heere, And with a little remnant of my people doo obteyne The dry grownds of my fathrinlaw, king Dawnus, whoo did reigne In Calabry. Thus much the sonne of Oenye sayd. Anon Sir Venulus returning from the king of Calydon, Forsooke the coast of Puteoll and the feeldes of Messapie, In which hee saw a darksome denne forgrowne with busshes hye, And watred with a little spring. The halfegoate Pan that howre Possessed it: but heertofore it was the fayryes bowre. A shepeherd of Appulia from that countrye scaard them furst. But afterward recovering hart and hardynesse they durst Despyse him when he chaced them, and with theyr nimble feete Continewed on theyr dawncing still in tyme and measure meete. The shepeherd fownd mee fault with them: and with his lowtlike leapes Did counterfette theyr minyon dawnce, and rapped out by heapes A rabble of unsavery taunts even like a country cloyne, To which, most leawd and filthy termes of purpose he did joyne. And after he had once begon, he could not hold his toong, Untill that in the timber of a tree his throte was cloong. For now he is a tree, and by his jewce discerne yee may His manners. For the Olyf wyld 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 to 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 up the maste Caught hold uppon the sayles, and all the takling gan to waste, The Rowers seates did also smoke: when calling to her mynd That theis same shippes were pynetrees erst and shaken with the wynd On Ida mount, the moother of the Goddes, dame Cybel, filld The ayre with sound of belles, and noyse of shalmes. And as shee hilld The reynes that rulde the Lyons tame which drew her charyot, shee Sayd thus: O Turnus, all in vayne theis wicked hands of thee Doo cast this fyre. For by myself dispoynted it shall bee. 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 meeting feerce and feyghting verry sore, Did trouble bothe the sea and ayre and set them on a rore. Dame Cybel using one of them to serve her turne that tyde, Did breake the Cables at the which the Trojane shippes did ryde, And bare them prone, and underneathe the water did them dryve. The Timber of them softning turnd to bodyes streyght alyve. The stemmes were turnd to heades, the ores to swimming feete and toes, The sydes to ribbes, the keele that through the middle gaily goes Became the ridgebone of the backe, the sayles and tackling, heare: And into armes on eyther syde the sayleyards turned were. Theyr hew is duskye as before, and now in shape of mayd They play among the waves of which even now they were afrayd. And beeing Sea nymphes, wheras they were bred in mountaynes hard, They haunt for ay the water soft, and never afterward Had mynd to see theyr natyve soyle. But yit forgetting not How many perills they had felt on sea by lucklesse lot, They often put theyr helping hand to shippes distrest by wynd, Onlesse that any caryed Greekes. For bearing still in mynd The burning of the towne of Troy, they hate the Greekes by kynd. And therfore of Ulysses shippes ryght glad they were to see The shivers, and as glad they were as any glad myght bee, To see Alcinous shippes wex hard and turned into stone. Theis shippes thus having gotten lyfe and beeing turnd each one To nymphes, a body would have thought the miracle so greate Should into Turnus wicked hart sum godly feare have beate, And made him cease his wilfull warre. But he did still persist. And eyther partye had theyr Goddes theyr quarrell to assist, And courage also: which as good as Goddes myght well be thought. In fyne they neyther for the Realme nor for the scepter sought, Nor for the Lady Lavine: but for conquest. And for shame To seeme to shrinke in leaving warre, they still prolongd the same. At length dame Venus sawe her sonne obteyne the upper hand. King Turnus fell, and eeke the towne of Ardea which did stand Ryght strong in hygh estate as long as Turnus lived. But Assoone as that Aenaeas swoord to death had Turnus put, The towne was set on fyre: and from amid the embers flew A fowle which till that present tyme no persone ever knew, And beete the ashes feercely up with flapping of his wing. The leanenesse, palenesse, dolefull sound, and every other thing That may expresse a Citie sakt, yea and the Cities name Remayned still unto the bird. And now the verrye same With Hernesewes fethers dooth bewayle the towne wherof it came. And now Aenaeas prowesse had compelled all the Goddes And Juno also (whoo with him was most of all at oddes) To cease theyr old displeasure quyght. And now he having layd Good ground wheron the growing welth of July myght be stayd, Was rype for heaven. And Venus had great sute already made To all the Goddes, and cleeping Jove did thus with him perswade: Deere father, whoo hast never beene uncurtuous unto mee, Now shewe the greatest courtesie (I pray thee) that may bee. And on my sonne Aenaeas (whoo a graundchyld unto thee Hath got of my blood) if thou wilt vouchsafe him awght at all) Vouchsafe sum Godhead to bestowe, although it bee but small. It is ynough that once he hathe alreadye seene the Realme Of Pluto utter pleasurelesse, and passed Styxis streame. The Goddes assented: neyther did Queene Juno then appeere In countnance straunge, but did consent with glad and merry cheere. Then Jove: Aenaeas woorthy is a saynct in heaven to bee. Thy wish for whom thou doost it wish I graunt thee frank and free. This graunt of his made Venus glad. Shee thankt him for the same. And glyding through the aire uppon her yoked doves, shee came To Lawrent shore, where clad with reede the river Numicke deepe To seaward (which is neere at hand) with stealing pace dooth creepe. Shee bade this river wash away what ever mortall were In good Aenaeas bodye, and them under sea to beare. The horned brooke fulfilld her hest, and with his water sheere Did purge and clenze Aenaeas from his mortall body cleere. The better porcion of him did remayne unto him sownd. His moother having hallowed him did noynt his bodye rownd With heavenly odours, and did touch his mouth with Ambrosie The which was mixt with Nectar sweete, and made him by and by A God to whom the Romanes give the name of Indiges, Endevering with theyr temples and theyr altars him to please. Ascanius with the dowble name from thence began to reigne, In whom the rule of Alba and of Latium did remayne. Next him succeeded Silvius, whoose sonne Latinus hild The auncient name and scepter which his graundsyre erst did weeld. The famous Epit after this Latinus did succeede. Then Capys and king Capetus. But Capys was indeede The formest of the two. From this the scepter of the Realme Descended unto Tyberine, whoo drowning in the streame Of Tyber left that name thereto. This Tyberine begat Feerce Remulus and Acrota. By chaunce it hapned that The elder brother Remulus for counterfetting oft The thunder, with a thunderbolt was killed from aloft. From Acrota whoose stayednesse did passe his brothers skill, The crowne did come to Aventine, whoo in the selfsame hill In which he reygned buryed lyes, and left therto his name. The rule of nation Palatine at length to Proca came. In this Kings reigne Pomona livd. There was not to bee found Among the woodnymphes any one in all the Latian ground That was so conning for to keepe an Ortyard as was shee, Nor none so paynefull to preserve the frute of every tree. And theruppon shee had her name. Shee past not for the woodes Nor rivers, but the villages and boughes that bare bothe buddes And plentuous frute. In sted of dart a shredding hooke shee bare, With which the overlusty boughes shee eft away did pare That spreaded out too farre, and eft did make therwith a rift To greffe another imp uppon the stocke within the clift. And lest her trees should die through drought, with water of the springs Shee moysteth of theyr sucking roots the little crumpled strings. This was her love and whole delyght. And as for Venus deedes, Shee had no mynd at all of them. And forbycause shee dreedes Enforcement by the countrye folke, shee walld her yards about, Not suffring any man at all to enter in or out. What have not those same nimble laddes so apt to frisk and daunce The Satyrs doone? Or what the Pannes that wantonly doo praunce With horned forheads? And the old Silenus whoo is ay More youthfull than his yeeres? And eeke the feend that scares away The theeves and robbers with his hooke, or with his privy part To winne her love? But yit than theis a farre more constant hart Had sly Vertumnus, though he sped no better than the rest. O Lord, how often being in a moawers garment drest, Bare he in bundells sheaves of come? And when he so was dyght, He was the verry patterne of a harvest moawer ryght. Oft bynding newmade hay about his temples he myght seeme A haymaker. Oft tymes in hand made hard with woork extreeme He bare a goade, that men would sweere he had but newly then Unyoakt his weerye Oxen. Had he tane in hand agen A shredding hooke, yee would have thought hee had a gardener beene, Or proyner of sum vynes. Or had you him with ladder seene Uppon his necke, a gatherer of frute yee would him deeme. With swoord a souldier, with his rod an Angler he did seeme. And finally in many shapes he sought to fynd accesse To joy the beawty but by syght, that did his hart oppresse. Moreover, putting on his head a womans wimple gay, And staying by a staffe, graye heares he foorth to syght did lay Uppon his forehead, and did feyne a beldame for to bee, By meanes wherof he came within her goodly ortyards free. And woondring at the frute, sayd: Much more skill hast thou I see Than all the Nymphes of Albula. Hayle, Lady myne, the flowre Unspotted of pure maydenhod in all the world this howre. And with that woord he kissed her a little: but his kisse Was such as trew old women would have never given ywis. Then sitting downe uppon a bank, he looked upward at The braunches bent with harvests weyght. Ageinst him where he sat A goodly Elme with glistring grapes did growe: which after hee Had praysed, and the vyne likewyse that ran uppon the tree: But if (quoth hee) this Elme without the vyne did single stand, It should have nothing (saving leaves) to bee desyred: and Ageine if that the vyne which ronnes uppon the Elme had nat The tree to leane unto, it should uppon the ground ly flat. Yit art not thou admonisht by example of this tree To take a husband, neyther doost thou passe to maryed bee. But would to God thou wouldest. Sure Queene Helen never had Mo suters, nor the Lady that did cause the battell mad Betweene the halfbrute Centawres and the Lapythes, nor the wyfe Of bold Ulysses whoo was eeke ay fearefull of his lyfe, Than thou shouldst have. For thousands now (even now most cheefly when Thou seemest suters to abhorre) desyre thee, both of men, And Goddes and halfgoddes, yea and all the fayryes that doo dwell In Albane hilles. But if thou wilt bee wyse, and myndest well To match thy self, and wilt give eare to this old woman heere, (To whom thou more than to them all art (trust mee) leef and deere, And more than thou thyself beleevst) the common matches flee, And choose Vertumnus to thy make. And take thou mee to bee His pledge. For more he to himself not knowen is, than to mee. He roves not like a ronneagate through all the world abrode, This countrye heerabout (the which is large) is his abode. He dooth not (like a number of theis common wooers) cast His love to every one he sees. Thou art the first and last That ever he set mynd uppon. Alonly unto thee Hee vowes himself as long as lyfe dooth last. Moreover hee Is youthfull, and with beawtye sheene endewd by natures gift, And aptly into any shape his persone he can shift. Thou canst not bid him bee the thing, (though al things thou shouldst name) But that he fitly and with ease will streyght becomme the same. Besydes all this, in all one thing bothe twayne of you delyght, And of the frutes that you love best the firstlings are his ryght: And gladly he receyves thy gifts. But neyther covets hee Thy Apples, Plommes, nor other frutes new gathered from the tree, Nor yit the herbes of pleasant sent that in thy gardynes bee: Nor any other kynd of thing in all the world, but thee. Have mercy on his fervent love, and think himself to crave Heere present by the mouth of mee, the thing that he would have. And feare the God that may revenge: as Venus whoo dooth hate Hard harted folkes, and Rhamnuse whoo dooth eyther soone or late Expresse her wrath with myndfull wreake. And to th'entent thou may The more beware, of many things which tyme by long delay Hathe taught mee, I will shewe thee one which over all the land Of Cyprus blazed is abrode, which being ryghtly skand May easly bow thy hardned hart and make it for to yild. One Iphis borne of lowe degree by fortune had behild The Ladye Anaxarete descended of the race Of Tewcer, and in vewwing her the fyre of love apace Did spred it self through all his bones. With which he stryving long, When reason could not conquer rage bycause it was too strong, Came humbly to the Ladyes house: and one whyle laying ope His wretched love before her nurce, besought her by the hope Of Lady Anaxarete her nurcechylds good successe, Shee would not bee ageinst him in that cace of his distresse. Another whyle entreating fayre sum freend of hers, he prayd Him earnestly with carefull voyce, of furthrance and of ayd. Oftymes he did preferre his sute by gentle letters sent. Oft garlonds moysted with the deawe of teares that from him went He hanged on her postes. Oft tymes his tender sydes he layd Ageinst the threshold hard, and oft in sadnesse did upbrayd The locke with much ungentlenesse. The Lady crueller Than are the rysing narrowe seas, or falling Kiddes, and farre More hard than steele of Noricum, and than the stonny rocke That in the quarrye hath his roote, did him despyse and mock. Besyde her dooings mercylesse, of statelynesse and spyght Shee adding prowd and skornefull woordes, defrauds the wretched wyght Of verry hope. But Iphis now unable any more To beare the torment of his greef, still standing there before Her gate, spake theis his latest woordes: Well, Anaxarete, Thou hast the upper hand. Hencefoorth thou shalt not neede to bee Agreeved any more with mee. Go tryumph hardely: Go vaunt thy self with joy: go sing the song of victorye: Go put a crowne of glittring bay uppon thy cruell head. For why thou hast the upper hand, and I am gladly dead. Well, steely harted, well: rejoyce. Compeld yit shalt thou bee Of sumwhat in mee for to have a lyking. Thou shalt see A poynt wherein thou mayst mee deeme most thankfull unto thee, And in the end thou shalt confesse the great desert of mee. But yit remember that as long as lyfe in mee dooth last, The care of thee shall never from this hart of myne be cast. For bothe the lyfe that I doo live in hope of thee, and tother Which nature giveth, shall have end and passe away toogither. The tydings neyther of my death shall come to thee by fame. Myself (I doo assure thee) will bee bringer of the same. Myself (I say) will present bee that those same cruell eyen Of thyne may feede themselves uppon this livelesse corce of myne. But yit, O Goddes, (if you behold mennes deedes) remember mee. (My toong will serve to pray no more) and cause that I may bee Longtyme heerafter spoken of: and length the lyfe by fame The which yee have abridgd in yeeres. In saying of this same He lifted up his watrye eyes and armes that wexed wan To those same stulpes which oft he had with garlondes deckt ere than, And fastning on the topps therof a halter thus did say: Thou cruell and ungodly wyght, theis are the wreathes that may Most pleasure thee. And with that woord he thrusting in his head, Even then did turne him towards her as good as being dead, And wretchedly did totter on the poste with strangled throte. The wicket which his feerefull feete in sprawling maynely smote, Did make a noyse: and flying ope bewrayd his dooing playne. The servants shreekt, and lifting up his bodye, but in vayne, Conveyd him to his moothers house, his father erst was slayne. His moother layd him in her lappe, and cleeping in her armes Her sonnes cold bodye, after that shee had bewayld her harmes With woordes and dooings mootherlyke, the corce with moorning cheere To buryall sadly through the towne was borne uppon a beere. The house of Anaxarete by chaunce was neere the way By which this piteous pomp did passe. And of the doolefull lay The sound came to the eares of her, whom God alreadye gan To strike. Yit let us see (quoth shee) the buryall of this man. And up the hygh wyde windowde house in saying so, shee ran. Scarce had shee well on Iphis lookt that on the beere did lye, But that her eyes wext stark: and from her limbes the blood gan flye. In stead therof came palenesse in. And as shee backeward was In mynd to go, her feete stacke fast and could not stirre. And as Shee would have cast her countnance backe, shee could not doo it. And The stonny hardnesse which alate did in her stomacke stand, Within a whyle did overgrow her whole from sole to crowne. And lest you think this geere surmysde, even yit in Salamin towne Of Lady Anaxarete the image standeth playne. The temple also in the which the image dooth remayne, Is unto Venus consecrate by name of Looker Out. And therfore weying well theis things, I prey thee looke about Good Lady, and away with pryde: and be content to frame Thy self to him that loveth thee and cannot quench his flame. So neyther may the Lentons cold thy budding frutetrees kill Nor yit the sharp and boystous wyndes thy flowring Gardynes spill. The God that can uppon him take what kynd of shape he list Now having sayd thus much in vayne, omitted to persist In beldames shape, and shewde himself a lusty gentleman, Appeering to her cheerefully, even like as Phebus whan Hee having overcomme the clowdes that did withstand his myght, Dooth blaze his brightsum beames agein with fuller heate and lyght. He offred force, but now no force was needfull in the cace. For why shee beeing caught in love with beawty of his face, Was wounded then as well as hee, and gan to yeeld apace. Next Proca, reignd Amulius in Awsonye by wrong, Till Numitor, the ryghtfull heyre, deposed verry long, Was by his daughters sonnes restorde. And on the feastfull day Of Pale, foundation of the walles of Rome they gan to lay. Soone after Tacye, and the Lordes of Sabine stird debate: And Tarpey for her traytrous deede in opening of the gate Of Tarpey towre was prest to death according to desert With armour heapt uppon her head. Then feerce and stowt of hart The Sabines like to toonglesse woolves without all noyse of talke Assayld the Romanes in theyr sleepe, and to the gates gan stalke Which Ilias sonne had closed fast with lockes and barres. But yit Dame Juno had set open one, and as shee opened it Had made no noyse of craking with the hindges, so that none Perceyvd the opening of the gate but Venus all alone. And shee had shet it up, but that it is not lawfull to One God to undoo any thing another God hath doo. The water nymphes of Awsonie hild all the groundes about The Church of Janus where was store of springs fresh flowing out. Dame Venus prayd theis nymphes of help. And they considering that The Goddesse did request no more but ryght, denyde it nat. They opened all theyr fountayne veynes and made them flowe apace. Howbee't the passage was not yit to Janus open face Forclosed: neyther had as yit the water stopt the way. They put rank brimstone underneathe the flowing spring that day, And eeke with smokye rozen set theyr veynes on fyre for ay. Through force of theis and other things, the vapour perced lowe Even downe unto the verry rootes on which the springs did growe. So that the waters which alate in coldnesse myght compare Even with the frozen Alpes, now hot as burning furnace are. The two gate posts with sprinkling of the fyry water smoakt. Wherby the gate beehyghted to the Sabines quyght was choakt With rysing of this fountaine straunge, untill that Marsis knyght Had armed him. Then Romulus did boldly offer fyght. The Romane ground with Sabines and with Romanes bothe were spred. And with the blood of fathrinlawes which wicked swoord had shed Flowde mixt the blood of sonneinlawes. Howbee't it seemed best To bothe the partyes at the length from battell for to rest, And not to fyght to uttrance: and that Tacye should becoome Copartner with king Romulus of sovereintye in Rome. Within a whyle king Tacye dyde: and bothe the Sabines and The Romanes under Romulus in equall ryght did stand. The God of battell putting off his glittring helmet then, With such like woordes as theis bespake the syre of Goddes and men: The tyme, father (in as much as now the Romane state Is wexen strong uppon the good foundation layd alate, Depending on the stay of one) is comme for thee to make Thy promis good which thou of mee and of thy graundchyld spake: Which was to take him from the earth and in the heaven him stay. Thou once (I markt thy gracious woordes and bare them well away) Before a great assembly of the Goddes didst to mee say There shalbee one whom thou shalt rayse above the starry skye. Now let thy saying take effect. Jove graunting by and by The ayre was hid with darksom clowdes, and thunder foorth did fly, And lyghtning made the world agast. Which Mars perceyving to Bee luckye tokens for himself his enterpryse to do, Did take his rist uppon his speare and boldly lept into His bloodye charyot. And he lent his horses with his whippe A yirking lash, and through the ayre full smoothely downe did slippe. And staying on the woody toppe of mountayne Palatine, He tooke away king Romulus whoo there did then defyne The pryvate caces of his folk unseemly for a king. And as a leaden pellet broade enforced from a sling Is woont to dye amid the skye: even so his mortall flesh Sank from him downe the suttle ayre. In sted wherof a fresh And goodly shape more stately and more meete for sacred shryne Succeeded, like our Quirin that in stately robe dooth shyne. Hersilia for her feere as lost, of moorning made none end, Untill Queene Juno did commaund dame Iris to discend Uppon the Raynebowe downe, and thus her message for to doo: O of the Latian country and the Sabine nacion too Thou peerlesse perle of womanhod, most woorthy for to bee The wyfe of such a noble prince as heertofore was hee, And still to bee the wyfe of him canonized by name, Of Quirin: cease thy teares. And if thou have desyre the same Thy holy husband for to see, ensew mee to the queache That groweth greene on Quirins hill, whoose shadowes overreache The temple of the Romane king. Dame Iris did obey. And slyding by her paynted bowe, in former woordes did say Her errand to Hersilia. Shee scarce lifting up her eyes With sober countnance answerd: O thou Goddesse (for surmyse I cannot whoo thou art, but yit I well may understand Thou art a Goddesse) leede mee, O deere Goddesse, leede mee, and My husband to mee shewe. Whom if the fatall susters three Will of theyr gracious goodnesse graunt mee leave but once to see, I shall account mee into heaven receyved for to bee. Immediatly with Thawmants imp to Quirins hill shee went. There glyding from the sky a starre streyght downe to ground was sent, The sparkes of whoose bryght blazing beames did burne Hersilias heare. And with the starre the ayre did up her heare to heavenward beare. The buylder of the towne of Rome receyving streyght the same Betweene his old acquaynted handes, did alter both her name And eeke her bodye, calling her dame Ora. And by this Shee joyntly with her husband for a Goddesse woorshipt is. A Persone in the whyle was sought sufficient to susteine The burthen of so great a charge, and woorthy for to reigne In stead of such a mighty prince. The noble Nume by fame (Whoo harped then uppon the truthe before to passe it came) Appoynted to the Empyre was. This Numa thought it not Inough that he the knowledge of the Sabine rites had got. The deepenesse of the noble wit to greater things was bent, To serch of things the natures out. The care of this intent Did cause that he from Curie and his native Countrye went With peynfull travell, to the towne where Hercules did hoste. And asking who it was of Greece that in th'Italian coast Had buylt that towne, an aged man well seene in storyes old, To satisfye his mynd therin the processe thus him told: As Hercules enriched with the Spannish kyne did hold His voyage from the Ocean sea, men say with lucky cut He came aland on Lacine coast. And whyle he there did put His beace to grazing, he himself in Crotons house did rest, The greatest man in all those parts and unto straungers best: And that he there refresht him of his tedious travell, and That when he should depart, he sayd: Where now thy house dooth stand, Shall in thy childers childrens tyme a Citie buylded bee. Which woordes of his have proved trew as playnly now wee see. For why there was one Myscelus, a Greeke, Alemons sonne, A persone more in favour of the Goddes than any one In those dayes was. The God that beares the boystous club did stay Uppon him being fast asleepe, and sayd: Go seeke streyght way The stonny streame of Aeserie. Thy native soyle for ay Forsake. And sore he threatned him onlesse he did obey. The God and sleepe departed both togither. Up did ryse Alemons sonne, and in himself did secretly devyse Uppon this vision. Long his mynd strove dowtfull to and fro. The God bad go. His country lawes did say he should not go, And death was made the penaltie for him that would doo so. Cleere Titan in the Ocean sea had hid his lyghtsomme head, And duskye nyght had put up hers most thick with starres bespred. The selfsame God by Myscelus did seeme to stand eftsoone, Commaunding him the selfsame thing that he before had doone, And threatning mo and greater plages onlesse he did obey. Then being stricken sore in feare he went about streyghtway His household from his natyve land to forreine to convey. A rumor heereuppon did ryse through all the towne of Arge And disobedience of the lawe was layed to his charge. Assoone as that the cace had first beene pleaded and the deede Apparantly perceyved, so that witnesse did not neede, Arreyned and forlorne to heaven he cast his handes and eyes, And sayd: O God whoose labours twelve have purchaste thee the skyes, Assist mee, I thee pray. For thou art author of my cryme. When judgement should bee given it was the guyse in auncient tyme With whyght stones to acquit the cleere, and eeke with blacke to cast The giltye. That tyme also so the heavy sentence past. The stones were cast unmercifull all blacke into the pot. But when the stones were powred out to number, there was not A blacke among them. All were whyght. And so through Hercles powre A gentle judgement did proceede, and he was quit that howre. Then gave he thankes to Hercules, and having prosprous blast, Cut over the Ionian sea, and so by Tarent past Which Spartanes buylt, and Cybaris, and Neaeth Salentine, And Thurine bay, and Emese, and eeke the pastures fyne Of Calabrye. And having scarce well sought the coastes that lye Uppon the sea, he found the mouth of fatall Aeserye. Not farre from thence, he also found the tumb in which the ground Did kiver Crotons holy bones, and in that place did found The Citie that was willed him, and gave thereto the name Of him that there lay buryed. Such originall as this same This Citie in th'Italian coast is sayd to have by fame. Heere dwelt a man of Samos Ile, who for the hate he had To Lordlynesse and Tyranny, though unconstreynd was glad To make himself a bannisht man. And though this persone weere Farre distant from the Goddes by site of heaven: yit came he neere To them in mynd. And he by syght of soule and reason cleere Behild the things which nature dooth to fleshly eyes denye. And when with care most vigilant he had assuredly Imprinted all things in his hart, he set them openly Abroade for other folk to lerne. He taught his silent sort (Which woondred at the heavenly woordes theyr mayster did report) The first foundation of the world: the cause of every thing: What nature was: and what was God: whence snow and lyghtning spring: And whither Jove or else the wynds in breaking clowdes doo thunder: What shakes the earth: what law the starres doo keepe theyr courses under: And what soever other thing is hid from common sence. He also is the first that did injoyne an abstinence To feede of any lyving thing. He also first of all Spake thus: although ryght lernedly, yit to effect but small: Yee mortall men, forbeare to frank your flesh with wicked foode. Yee have both come and frutes of trees and grapes and herbes right good. And though that sum bee harsh and hard: yit fyre may make them well Both soft and sweete. Yee may have milk, and honny which dooth smell Of flowres of tyme. The lavish earth dooth yeeld you plentiously Most gentle foode, and riches to content bothe mynd and eye. There needes no slaughter nor no blood to get your living by. The beastes do breake theyr fast with flesh: and yit not all beastes neyther. For horses, sheepe, and Rotherbeastes to live by grasse had lever. The nature of the beast that dooth delyght in bloody foode, Is cruell and unmercifull. As Lyons feerce of moode, Armenian Tigers, Beares, and Woolves. Oh, what a wickednesse It is to cram the mawe with mawe, and frank up flesh with flesh, And for one living thing to live by killing of another: As whoo should say, that of so great abundance which our moother The earth dooth yeeld most bountuously, none other myght delyght Thy cruell teethe to chawe uppon, than grisly woundes that myght Expresse the Cyclops guyse? or else as if thou could not stawnche The hunger of thy greedye gut and evill mannerd pawnche, Onlesse thou stroyd sum other wyght. But that same auncient age Which wee have naamd the golden world, cleene voyd of all such rage, Livd blessedly by frute of trees and herbes that grow on ground, And stayned not their mouthes with blood. Then birds might safe and sound Fly where they listed in the ayre. The hare unscaard of hound Went pricking over all the feeldes. No angling hooke with bayt Did hang the seely fish that bote mistrusting no deceyt. All things were voyd of guylefulnesse: no treason was in trust: But all was freendshippe, love and peace. But after that the lust Of one (what God so ere he was) disdeyning former fare, To cram that cruell croppe of his with fleshmeate did not spare, He made a way for wickednesse. And first of all the knyfe Was staynd with blood of savage beastes in ridding them of lyfe. And that had nothing beene amisse, if there had beene the stay. For why wee graunt, without the breach of godlynesse wee may By death confound the things that seeke to take our lyves away. But as to kill them reason was: even so agein theyr was No reason why to eate theyr flesh. This leawdnesse thence did passe On further still. Wheras there was no sacrifyse beforne, The Swyne (bycause with hoked groyne he rooted up the come, And did deceyve the tillmen of theyr hope next yeere thereby) Was deemed woorthy by desert in sacrifyse to dye. The Goate for byghting vynes was slayne at Bacchus altar whoo Wreakes such misdeedes. Theyr owne offence was hurtful to theis two. But what have you poore sheepe misdoone, a cattell meeke and meeld, Created for to maynteine man, whoose fulsomme duggs doo yeeld Sweete Nectar, whoo dooth clothe us with your wooll in soft aray? Whoose lyfe dooth more us benefite than dooth your death farreway? What trespasse have the Oxen doone, a beast without all guyle Or craft, unhurtfull, simple, borne to labour every whyle? In fayth he is unmyndfull and unwoorthy of increace Of come, that in his hart can fynd his tilman to releace From plowgh, to cut his throte: that in his hart can fynde (I say) Those neckes with hatchets off to strike, whoose skinne is worne away With labring ay for him: whoo turnd so oft his land most tough, Whoo brought so many harvestes home. Yit is it not ynough That such a great outrageousenesse committed is. They father Theyr wickednesse uppon the Goddes. And falsly they doo gather That in the death of peynfull Ox the Hyghest dooth delyght. A sacrifyse unblemished and fayrest unto syght, (For beawtye woorketh them theyr bane) adornd with garlonds, and With glittring gold, is cyted at the altar for to stand. There heeres he woordes (he wotes not what) the which the preest dooth pray, And on his forehead suffereth him betweene his homes to lay The eares of come that he himself hath wrought for in the clay, And stayneth with his blood the knyfe that he himself perchaunce Hathe in the water sheere ere then behild by soodein glaunce. Immediatly they haling out his hartstrings still alive, And poring on them, seeke therein Goddes secrets to retryve. Whence commes so greedy appetyte in men, of wicked meate? And dare yee, O yee mortall men, adventure thus to eate? Nay doo not (I beseeche yee) so. But give good eare and heede To that that I shall warne you of, and trust it as your creede, That whensoever you doo eate your Oxen, you devowre Your husbandmen. And forasmuch as God this instant howre Dooth move my toong to speake, I will obey his heavenly powre. My God Apollos temple I will set you open, and Disclose the woondrous heavens themselves, and make you understand The Oracles and secrets of the Godly majestye. Greate things, and such as wit of man could never yit espye, And such as have beene hidden long, I purpose to descrye. I mynd to leave the earth, and up among the starres to stye. I mynd to leave this grosser place, and in the clowdes to flye, And on stowt Atlas shoulders strong to rest my self on hye, And looking downe from heaven on men that wander heere and there In dreadfull feare of death as though they voyd of reason were, To give them exhortation thus: and playnely to unwynd The whole discourse of destinie as nature hath assignd. O men amaazd with dread of death, why feare yee Limbo Styx, And other names of vanitie, which are but Poets tricks? And perrills of another world, all false surmysed geere? For whether fyre or length of tyme consume the bodyes heere, Yee well may thinke that further harmes they cannot suffer more. For soules are free from death. Howbee't, they leaving evermore Theyr former dwellings, are receyvd and live ageine in new. For I myself (ryght well in mynd I beare it to be trew) Was in the tyme of Trojan warre Euphorbus, Panthewes sonne, Quyght through whoose hart the deathfull speare of Menelay did ronne. I late ago in Junos Church at Argos did behold And knew the target which I in my left hand there did hold. Al things doo chaunge. But nothing sure dooth perrish. This same spright Dooth fleete, and fisking heere and there dooth swiftly take his flyght From one place to another place, and entreth every wyght, Removing out of man to beast, and out of beast to man. But yit it never perrisheth nor never perrish can. And even as supple wax with ease receyveth fygures straunge, And keepes not ay one shape, ne bydes assured ay from chaunge, And yit continueth alwayes wax in substaunce: so I say The soule is ay the selfsame thing it was and yit astray It fleeteth into sundry shapes. Therfore lest Godlynesse Bee vanquisht by outragious lust of belly beastlynesse, Forbeare (I speake by prophesie) your kinsfolkes ghostes to chace By slaughter: neyther nourish blood with blood in any cace. And sith on open sea the wynds doo blow my sayles apace, In all the world there is not that that standeth at a stay. Things eb and flow: and every shape is made to passe away. The tyme itself continually is fleeting like a brooke. For neyther brooke nor lyghtsomme tyme can tarrye still. But looke As every wave dryves other foorth, and that that commes behynd Bothe thrusteth and is thrust itself: even so the tymes by kynd Doo fly and follow bothe at once, and evermore renew. For that that was before is left, and streyght there dooth ensew Anoother that was never erst. Eche twincling of an eye Dooth chaunge. Wee see that after day commes nyght and darks the sky, And after nyght the lyghtsum Sunne succeedeth orderly. Like colour is not in the heaven when all things weery lye At midnyght sound asleepe, as when the daystarre cleere and bryght Commes foorth uppon his milkwhyght steede. Ageine in other plyght The Morning, Pallants daughter fayre, the messenger of lyght Delivereth into Phebus handes the world of cleerer hew. The circle also of the sonne what tyme it ryseth new And when it setteth, looketh red, but when it mounts most hye, Then lookes it whyght, bycause that there the nature of the skye Is better, and from filthye drosse of earth dooth further flye. The image also of the Moone that shyneth ay by nyght, Is never of one quantitie. For that that giveth lyght Today, is lesser than the next that followeth, till the full. And then contrarywyse eche day her lyght away dooth pull. What? Seest thou not how that the yeere as representing playne The age of man, departes itself in quarters fowre? First bayne And tender in the spring it is, even like a sucking babe. Then greene, and voyd of strength, and lush, and foggye, is the blade, And cheeres the husbandman with hope. Then all things florish gay. The earth with flowres of sundry hew then seemeth for to play, And vertue small or none to herbes there dooth as yit belong. The yeere from springtyde passing foorth to sommer, wexeth strong, Becommeth lyke a lusty youth. For in our lyfe through out There is no tyme more plentifull, more lusty, hote and stout. Then followeth Harvest when the heate of youth growes sumwhat cold, Rype, meeld, disposed meane betwixt a yoongman and an old, And sumwhat sprent with grayish heare. Then ugly winter last Like age steales on with trembling steppes, all bald, or overcast With shirle thinne heare as whyght as snowe. Our bodies also ay Doo alter still from tyme to tyme, and never stand at stay. Wee shall not bee the same wee were today or yisterday. The day hath beene wee were but seede and only hope of men, And in our moothers womb wee had our dwelling place as then: Dame Nature put to conning hand and suffred not that wee Within our moothers streyned womb should ay distressed bee, But brought us out to aire, and from our prison set us free. The chyld newborne lyes voyd of strength. Within a season tho He wexing fowerfooted lernes like savage beastes to go. Then sumwhat foltring, and as yit not firme of foote, he standes By getting sumwhat for to 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 apace, Through drooping ages steepye path he ronneth out his race. This age dooth undermyne 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 heeretofore had beene As strong as ever Hercules in woorking deadly teene Of biggest beastes) hang flapping downe, and nought but empty skin, He wept. And Helen when shee saw her aged wrincles in A glasse wept also: musing in herself what men had seene, That by two noble princes sonnes shee twyce had ravisht beene. Thou tyme the eater up of things, and age of spyghtfull teene, Destroy all things. And when that long continuance hath them bit, You leysurely by lingring death consume them every whit. And theis that wee call Elements doo never stand at stay. The enterchaunging course of them I will before yee lay. Give heede therto. 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 up, and nought can keepe them downe. And though there doo remayne A space betweene eche one of them: yit every thing is made Of themsame fowre, and into them at length ageine doo fade. The earth resolving leysurely dooth melt to water sheere. The water fyned turnes to aire. The aire eeke purged cleere From grossenesse, spyreth up aloft, and there becommeth fyre. From thence in order contrary they backe ageine retyre. Fyre thickening passeth into Aire, and Ayer wexing grosse, Returnes to water: Water eeke congealing into drosse, Becommeth earth. No kind of thing keepes ay his shape and hew. For nature loving ever chaunge repayres one shape anew Uppon another. Neyther dooth there perrish aught (trust mee) In all the world, but altring takes new shape. For that which wee Doo terme by name of being borne, is for to gin to bee Another thing than that it was: and likewise for to dye, To cease to bee the thing it was. And though that varyably Things passe perchaunce from place to place: yit all from whence they came Returning, do unperrisshed continew still the same. But as for in one shape, bee sure that nothing long can last. Even so the ages of the world from gold to Iron past. Even so have places oftentymes exchaunged theyr estate. For I have seene it sea which was substanciall ground alate, Ageine where sea was, I have seene the same become dry lond, And shelles and scales of Seafish farre have lyen from any strond, And in the toppes of mountaynes hygh old Anchors have beene found. Deepe valleyes have by watershotte beene made of levell ground, And hilles by force of gulling oft have into sea beene worne. Hard gravell ground is sumtyme seene where marris was beforne, And that that erst did suffer drowght, becommeth standing lakes. Heere nature sendeth new springs out, and there the old in takes. Full many rivers in the world through earthquakes heretofore Have eyther chaundgd theyr former course, or dryde and ronne no more. Soo Lycus beeing swallowed up by gaping of the ground, A greatway off fro thence is in another channell found. Even so the river Erasine among the feeldes of Arge Sinkes one whyle, and another whyle ronnes greate ageine at large. 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 up his spring, he makes his chanell drye. Men drank the waters of the brooke Anigrus heretofore, Which now is such that men abhorre to towche them any more. Which commes to passe, (onlesse wee 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 waves: but none of all theis three Is now an Ile. Ageine the towne of Lewcas once was free From sea, and in the auncient tyme was joyned to the land. But now environd round about with water it dooth stand. Men say that Sicill also hath beene joynd to Italy Untill the sea consumde the bounds beetweene, and did supply The roome with water. If yee go to seeke for Helicee And Burye which were Cities of Achaia, you shall see Them hidden under water, and the shipmen yit doo showe The walles and steeples of the townes drownd under as they rowe. Not farre from Pitthey Troyzen is a certeine high ground found All voyd of trees, which heeretofore was playne and levell ground, But now a mountayne. For the wyndes (a woondrous thing to say) Inclosed in the hollow caves of ground, and seeking way To passe therefro, in struggling long to get the open skye In vayne, (bycause in all the cave there was no vent wherby To 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 to mynd by heersay, and by skill Of good experience, I a fewe will utter to you mo. What? Dooth not water in his shapes chaunge straungely to and fro? The well of horned Hammon is at noonetyde passing cold. At morne and even it wexeth warme. At midnyght none can hold His hand therin for passing heate. The well of Athamane, Is sayd to kindle woode what tyme the moone is in the wane. The Cicons have a certeine streame which beeing droonk dooth bring Mennes bowwelles into Marble hard: and whatsoever thing Is towcht therwith, it turnes to stone. And by your bounds behold The rivers Crathe and Sybaris make yellow heare like gold And Amber. There are also springs (which thing is farre more straunge) Which not the bodye only, but the mynd doo also chaunge. Whoo hath not heard of Salmacis, that fowle and filthye sink? Or of the lake of Aethyop, which if a man doo drink, He eyther ronneth mad, or else with woondrous drowzinesse Forgoeth quyght his memorie? Whoo ever dooth represse His thirst with drawght of Clitor well, hates wyne, and dooth delyght In only water: eyther for bycause there is a myght Contrary unto warming wyne by nature in the well, Or else bycause (for so the folk of Arcadye doo tell) Melampus, Amythaons sonne (when he delivered had King Praetus daughters by his charmes and herbes from being mad), Cast into that same water all the baggage wherewithall He purdgd the madnesse of theyr mynds. And so it did befall, That lothsomnesse of wyne did in those waters ay remayne. Ageine in Lyncest contrarie effect to this dooth reigne. For whoo so drinkes too much therof, he reeleth heere and there As if by quaffing wyne no whyt alayd he droonken were. There is a Lake in Arcadye which Pheney men did name In auncient tyme, whoose dowtfulnesse deserveth justly blame. A nyght tymes take thou heede of it, for if thou taste the same A nyghttymes, it will hurt. But if thou drink it in the day It hurteth not. Thus lakes and streames (as well perceyve yee may) Have divers powres and diversly. Even so the tyme hathe beene That Delos which stands stedfast now, on waves was floting seene. And Galyes have beene sore afrayd of frusshing by the Iles Symplegads which togither dasht uppon the sea erewhyles, But now doo stand unmovable ageinst bothe wynde and tyde. Mount Aetna with his burning Oovens of brimstone shall not byde Ay fyrye: neyther was it so for ever erst. For whither The earth a living creature bee, and that to breathe out hither And thither flame, great store of vents it have in sundry places, And that it have the powre to shift those vents in divers caces, Now damming theis, now opening those, in moving to and fro: Or that the whisking wynds restreynd within the earth bylowe, Doo beate the stones ageinst the stones, and other kynd of stuffe Of fyrye nature, which doo fall on fyre with every puffe: Assoone as those same wynds doo cease, the caves shall streight bee cold. Or if it bee a Rozen mowld that soone of fyre takes hold, Or brimstone mixt with clayish soyle on fyre dooth lyghtly fall: Undowtedly assoone as that same soyle consumed shall No longer yeeld the fatty foode to feede the fyre withall, And ravening nature shall forgo her woonted nourishment, Then being able to abyde no longer famishment, For want of sustenance it shall cease his burning. I doo fynd By fame, that under Charlsis wayne in Pallene are a kynd Of people which by dyving thryce three tymes in Triton lake Becomme all fethred, and the shape of birdes uppon them take. The Scythian witches also are reported for to doo The selfsame thing (but hardly I give credit therunto) By smearing poyson over all theyr bodyes. But (and if A man to matters tryde by proof may saufly give beleef,) Wee see how flesh by lying still a whyle and ketching heate Dooth turne to little living beastes. And yit a further feate, Go kill an Ox and burye him, (the thing by proof man sees) And of his rotten flesh will breede the flowergathering Bees, Which as theyr father did before, love feeldes exceedingly, And unto woork in hope of gayne theyr busye limbes apply. The Hornet is engendred of a lustye buryed Steede. Go pull away the cleas from Crabbes that in the sea doo breede, And burye all the rest in mowld, and of the same will spring A Scorpion which with writhen tayle will threaten for to sting. The Caterpillers of the feelde the which are woont to weave Hore filmes uppon the leaves of trees, theyr former nature leave, (Which thing is knowen to husbandmen) and turne to Butterflyes. The mud hath in it certeine seede wherof greene frosshes ryse. And first it brings them footelesse foorth. Then after, it dooth frame Legges apt to swim: and furthermore of purpose that the same May serve them for to leape afarre, theyr hinder part is mych More longer than theyr forepart is. The Bearwhelp also which The Beare hath newly littred, is no whelp immediatly. But like an evill favored lump of flesh alyve dooth lye. The dam by licking shapeth out his members orderly Of such a syse, as such a peece is able to conceyve. Or marke yee not the Bees of whom our hony wee receyve, How that theyr yoong ones which doo lye within the sixsquare wax Are limblesse bodyes at the first, and after as they wex In processe take bothe feete and wings? What man would think it trew That Ladye Venus simple birdes, the Dooves of silver hew, Or Junos bird that in his tayle beares starres, or Joves stowt knyght The Earne, and every other fowle of whatsoever flyght, Could all bee hatched out of egges, onlesse he did it knowe? Sum folk doo hold opinion when the backebone which dooth growe In man, is rotten in the grave, the pith becommes a snake. Howbee't of other things all theis theyr first beginning take. One bird there is that dooth renew itself and as it were Beget it self continually. The Syrians name it there A Phoenix. Neyther come nor herbes this Phoenix liveth by, But by the jewce of frankincence and gum of Amomye. And when that of his lyfe well full fyve hundred yeeres are past, Uppon a Holmetree or uppon a Date tree at the last He makes him with his talants and his hardened bill a nest. Which when that he with Casia sweete and Nardus soft hathe drest, And strowed it with Cynnamom and Myrrha of the best, He rucketh downe uppon the same, and in the spyces dyes. Soone after, of the fathers corce men say there dooth aryse Another little Phoenix which as many yeeres must live As did his father. He (assoone as age dooth strength him give To beare the burthen) from the tree the weyghty nest dooth lift, And godlyly his cradle thence and fathers herce dooth shift. And flying through the suttle aire he gettes to Phebus towne, And there before the temple doore dooth lay his burthen downe. But if that any noveltye woorth woondring bee in theis, Much rather may we woonder at the Hyen if we please. To see how interchaungeably it one whyle dooth remayne A female, and another whyle becommeth male againe. The creature also which dooth live by only aire and wynd, All colours that it leaneth to dooth counterfet by kynd. The Grapegod Bacchus, when he had subdewd the land of Inde, Did fynd a spotted beast cald Lynx, whoose urine (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 steedes should in the Ocean deepe descend, Before all alterations I in woordes could comprehend. So see wee 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 yeeres space to spare such store of blood as then, Now beeing bace hath nothing left of all her welth to showe, Save ruines of the auncient woorkes which grasse dooth overgrowe, 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 have 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 Rome, which at the bank of Tyber that dooth ronne Downe from the hill of Appennyne) already hath begonne With great advysement for to lay foundation of her state. This towne then chaungeth by increase the forme it had alate, And of the universall world in tyme to comme shall hold The sovereintye, so prophesies and lotts (men say) have 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 weeping plyght: O Goddesse sonne, beleeve mee (if thou think I have foresyght Of things to comme) Troy shalnot quyght decay whyle thou doost live. Bothe fyre and swoord shall unto thee thy passage freely give. Thou must from hence: and Troy with thee convey away in haste, Untill that bothe thyself and Troy in forreine land bee plaast More freendly than thy native soyle. Moreover I foresee, A Citie by the offspring of the Trojans buylt shall bee, So great as never in the world the lyke was seene before Nor is this present, neyther shall be seene for evermore. A number of most noble peeres for manye yeeres afore Shall make it strong and puyssant: but hee that shall it make The sovereine Ladye of the world, by ryght descent shall take His first beginning from thy sonne the little Jule. And when The earth hathe had her tyme of him, the sky and welkin then Shall have him up for evermore, and heaven shall bee his end. Thus farre (I well remember mee) did Helens woordes extend To good Aenaeas. And it is a pleasure unto mee The Citie of my countrymen increasing thus to see: And that the Grecians victorie becommes the Trojans weale. But lest forgetting quyght themselves our horses happe to steale Beyond the mark: the heaven and all that under heaven is found, Dooth alter shape. So dooth the ground and all that is in ground. And wee that of the world are part (considring how wee bee Not only flesh, but also sowles, which may with passage free Remove them into every kynd of beast both tame and wyld) Let live in saufty honestly with slaughter undefyld, The bodyes which perchaunce may have the spirits of our brothers, Our sisters, or our parents, or the spirits of sum others Alyed to us eyther by sum freendshippe or sum kin, Or at the least the soules of men abyding them within. And let us not Thyesteslyke thus furnish up our boordes With bloodye bowells. Oh how leawd example he afoordes. How wickedly prepareth he himself to murther man That with a cruell knyfe dooth cut the throte of Calf, and can Unmovably give heering to 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 utter wickednesse in woorking such a feate? What may he after passe to doo? well eyther let your steeres Weare out themselves with woork, or else impute theyr death to yeeres. Ageinst the wynd and weather cold let Wethers yeeld yee cotes, And udders full of batling milk receyve yee of the Goates. Away with sprindges, snares, and grinnes, away with Risp and net. Away with guylefull feates: for fowles no lymetwiggs see yee set. No feared fethers pitche yee up to keepe the Red deere in, Ne with deceytfull bayted hooke seeke fishes for to win. If awght doo harme, destroy it, but destroy't and doo no more. Forbeare the flesh: and feede your mouthes with fitter foode therfore. Men say that Numa furnisshed with such philosophye As this and like, returned to his native soyle, and by Entreatance was content of Rome to take the sovereintye. Ryght happy in his wyfe which was a nymph, ryght happy in His guydes which were the Muses nyne, this Numa did begin To teach Religion, by the meanes whereof hee shortly drew That people unto peace whoo erst of nought but battell knew. And when through age he ended had his reigne and eeke his lyfe, Through Latium he was moorned for of man and chyld and wyfe As well of hygh as low degree. His wyfe forsaking quyght The Citie, in vale Aricine did hyde her out of syght, Among the thickest groves, 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 to cease her mone. What meanes of comfort made They. Ah how often Theseus sonne her weeping thus bespake. O Nymph, thy moorning moderate: thy sorrow sumwhat slake: ' Not only thou hast cause to heart thy fortune for to take. Behold like happes of other folkes, and this mischaunce of thyne Shall greeve thee lesse. Would God examples (so they were not myne) Myght comfort thee. But myne perchaunce may comfort thee. If thou In talk by hap hast heard of one Hippolytus ere now, That through his fathers lyght beleefe, and stepdames craft was slayne, It will a woonder seeme to thee, and I shall have much payne To make thee to beleeve the thing. But I am very hee. The daughter of Pasyphae in vayne oft tempting mee My fathers chamber to defyle, surmysde mee to have sought The thing that shee with al her hart would fayne I should have wrought. And whither it were for feare I should her wickednesse bewray, Or else for spyght bycause I had so often sayd her nay, Shee chardgd mee with hir owne offence. My father by and by Condemning mee, did banish mee his Realme without cause whye. And at my going like a fo did ban me bitterly. To Pitthey Troyzen outlawelike my chariot streight tooke I. My way lay hard uppon the shore of Corinth. Soodeinly The sea did ryse, and like a mount the wave did swell on hye, And seemed huger for to growe in drawing ever nye, And roring clyved in the toppe. Up starts immediatly A horned bullocke from amid the broken wave, and by The brest did rayse him in the ayre, and at his nostrills and His platter mouth did puffe out part of sea uppon the land. My servants harts were sore afrayd. But my hart musing ay Uppon my wrongfull banishment, did nought at all dismay. My horses setting up theyr eares and snorting wexed shye, And beeing greatly flayghted with the monster in theyr eye, Turnd downe to sea: and on the rockes my wagon drew. In vayne I stryving for to hold them backe, layd hand uppon the reyne All whyght with fome, and haling backe lay almost bolt upryght. And sure the feercenesse of the steedes had yeelded to my might, But that the wheele that ronneth ay about the Extree round, Did breake by dashing on a stub, and overthrew to ground. Then from the Charyot I was snatcht the brydles beeing cast About my limbes. Yee myght have seene my sinewes sticking fast Uppon the stub: my gutts drawen out alyve: my members, part Still left uppon the stump, and part foorth harryed with the cart: The crasshing of my broken bones: and with what passing peyne I breathed out my weery ghoste. There did not whole remayne One peece of all my corce by which yee myght discerne as tho What lump or part it was. For all was wound from toppe to toe. Now canst thou, nymph, or darest thou compare thy harmes with myne? Moreover I the lightlesse Realme behild with theis same eyne, And bathde my tattred bodye in the river Phlegeton, And had not bright Apollos sonne his cunning shewde uppon My bodye by his surgery, my lyfe had quyght bee gone. Which after I by force of herbes and leechecraft had ageine Receyvd by Aesculapius meanes, though Pluto did disdeine, Then Cynthia (lest this gift of hers myght woorke mee greater spyght) Thicke clowds did round about mee cast. And to th'entent I myght Bee saufe myself, and harmelessely appeere to others syght: Shee made mee old. And for my face, shee left it in such plyght, That none can knowe mee by my looke. And long shee dowted whither To give mee Dele or Crete. At length refusing bothe togither, Shee plaast mee heere. And therwithall shee bade me give up quyght The name that of my horses in remembrance put mee myght. For whereas erst Hippolytus hath beene thy name (quoth shee) I will that Virbie afterward thy name for ever bee. From that tyme foorth within this wood I keepe my residence, As of the meaner Goddes, a God of small magnificence, And heere I hyde mee underneathe my sovereine Ladyes wing Obeying humbly to her hest in every kynd of thing. But yit the harmes of other folk could nothing help nor boote Aegerias sorrowes to asswage. Downe at a mountaines foote Shee lying melted into teares, till Phebus sister sheene For pitie of her greate distresse in which shee had her seene, Did turne her to a fountaine cleere, and melted quyght away Her members into water thinne that never 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, To take the seemely shape of man, and shortly like a God To tell of things as then to comme. The Tyrrhenes did him call By name of Tages. He did teach the Tuskanes first of all To 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 leaves, no longer now a weapon but a tree, Which shadowed such as woondringly came thither for to see. Or else as Cippus when he in the ronning brooke had seene His homes. For why he saw them, and supposing there had beene No credit to bee given unto the glauncing image, hee Put oft his fingers to his head, and felt it so to bee. And blaming now no more his eyes, in comming from the chase With conquest of his foes, he stayd. And lifting up his face And with his face, his homes to heaven, he sayd: What ever thing Is by this woonder meant, O Goddes, if joyfull newes it bring I pray yee let it joyfull to my folk and countrye bee: But if it threaten evill, let the evill light on mee. In saying so, an altar greene of clowwers he did frame, And offred fuming frankincence in fyre uppon the same, And powred boawles of wyne theron, and searched therwithall The quivering inwards of a sheepe to know what should befall. A Tyrrhene wizard having sought the bowelles, saw therin Great chaunges and attempts of things then readye to begin, Which were not playnly manifest. But when that he at last His eyes from inwards of the beast on Cippus homes had cast, Hayle king (he sayd). For untoo thee, O Cippus, unto thee, And to thy homes shall this same place and Rome obedyent bee. Abridge delay: and make thou haste to enter at the gates Which tarrye open for thee. So commaund the soothfast fates. Thou shalt bee king assoone as thou hast entred once the towne, And thou and thyne for evermore shalt weare the royall crowne. With that he stepping back his foote, did turne his frowning face From Romeward, saying: Farre, O farre, the Goddes such handsel chace. More ryght it were I all my lyfe a bannisht man should bee, Than that the holy Capitoll mee reigning there should see. 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 homes with Lawrell leaves: and then without the wall He standing on a mount the which his men had made of soddes, And having after auncient guyse made prayer to the Goddes Sayd: Heere is one that shall (onlesse yee bannish him your townc Immediatly) bee king of Rome and weare a royall crowne. What man it is, I will by signe, but not by name bewray. He hath uppon his brow two homes. The wizard heere dooth say, That if he enter Rome, you shall lyke servants him obey. He myght have entred at your gates which open for him lay, But I did stay him thence. And yit there is not unto mee A neerer freend in all the world. Howbee't forbid him yee O Romanes, that he comme not once within your walles. Or if He have deserved, bynd him fast in fetters like a theef. Or in this fatall Tyrants death, of feare dispatch your mynd. Such noyse as Pynetrees make what tyme the heady easterne wynde Dooth whiz amongst them, or as from the sea dooth farre rebound: Even such among the folk of Rome that present was the sound. Howbee't in that confused roare of fearefull folk, did fall Out one voyce asking, Whoo is hee? And staring therewithall Uppon theyr foreheads, they did seeke the foresayd homes. Agen (Quoth Cippus) Lo, yee have the man for whom yee seeke. And then He pulld (ageinst his peoples will) his garlond from his head, And shewed them the two fayre homes that on his browes were spred. At that the people dassheth downe theyr lookes and syghing is Ryght sorye (whoo would think it trew?) to see that head of his, Most famous for his good deserts. Yit did they not forget The honour of his personage, but willingly did set The Lawrell garlond on his head ageine. And by and by The Senate sayd: Well Cippus, sith untill the tyme thou dye Thou mayst not come within theis walles, wee give thee as much ground In honour of thee, as a teeme of steeres can plough thee round, Betweene the dawning of the day, and shetting in of nyght. Moreover on the brazen gate at which this Cippus myght Have entred Rome, a payre of homes were gravde to represent His woondrous shape, as of his deede an endlesse monument. Yee Muses whoo to Poets are the present springs of grace, Now shewe (for you knowe, neyther are you dulld by tyme or space) How Aesculapius in the Ile that is in Tyber deepe Among the sacred sayncts of Rome had fortune for to creepe. A cruell plage did heertofore infect the Latian aire, And peoples bodyes pyning pale the murreine did appayre. When tyred with the buriall of theyr freends, they did perceyve Themselves no helpe at mannes hand nor by Phisicke to receyve. Then seeking help from heaven, they sent to Delphos (which dooth stand Amid the world) for counsell to bee had at Phebus hand. Beseeching him with helthfull ayd to succour theyr distresse, And of the myghtye Citie Rome the mischeef to redresse. The quivers which Apollo bryght himself was woont to beare, The Baytrees, and the place itself togither shaken were. And by and by the table from the furthest part of all The Chauncell spake theis woords, which did theyr harts with feare appal: The thing yee Romanes seeke for heere, yee should have sought more ny Your countrye. Yea and neerer home go seeke it now. Not I, Apollo, but Apollos sonne is hee that must redresse Your sorrowes. Take your journey with good handsell of successe, And fetch my sonne among you. When Apollos hest was told Among the prudent Senators, they sercht what towne did hold His sonne, and unto Epidawre a Gallye for him sent. Assoone as that th'Ambassadours arryved there they went Unto the counsell and the Lordes of Greekland: whom they pray To have the God the present plages of Romanes for to stay, And for themselves the Oracle of Phebus foorth they lay. The Counsell were of sundry mynds and could not well agree. Sum thought that succour in such neede denyed should not bee. And divers did perswade to keepe theyr helpe, and not to send Theyr Goddes away sith they themselves myght neede them in the end. Whyle dowtfully they off and on debate this curious cace, The evening twylyght utterly the day away did chace, And on the world the shadowe of the earth had darknesse brought. That nyght the Lord Ambassadour as sleepe uppon him wrought, Did dreame he saw before him stand the God whose help he sought, In shape as in his chappell he was woonted for to stand, With ryght hand stroking downe his herd, and staffe in tother hand, And meekely saying: Feare not, I will comme and leave my shryne. This serpent which dooth wreath with knottes about this staffe of mine Mark well, and take good heede therof: that when thou shalt it see, Thou mayst it knowe. For into it transformed will I bee. But bigger I will bee, for I will seeme of such a syse, As may celestiall bodyes well to turne into suffise. Streyght with the voyce, the God, and with the voyce and God, away Went sleepe: and after sleepe was gone ensewed cheerfull day. Next morning having cleerely put the fyrye starres to flyght, The Lordes not knowing what to doo, assembled all foorthryght Within the sumptuous temple of the God that was requyrde, And of his mynd by heavenly signe sum knowledge they desyrde. They scarce had doone theyr prayers, when the God in shape of snake With loftye crest of gold, began a hissing for to make, Which was a warning given. And with his presence he did shake The Altar, shryne, doores, marble floore, and roofe all layd with gold, And vauncing up his brest he stayd ryght stately to behold Amid the Church, and round about his fyrye eyes he rold. The syght did fray the people. But the wyvelesse preest (whoose heare Was trussed in a fayre whyght Call) did know the God was there. And sayd: Behold, tiz God, tiz God. As many as bee heere Pray both with mouth and mynd. O thou our glorious God, appeere To our beehoofe, and helpe thy folke that keepe thy hallowes ryght. The people present woorshipped his Godhead there in syght, Repeating dowble that the preest did say. The Romaynes eeke Devoutly did with Godly voyce and hart his favour seeke. The God by nodding did consent, and gave assured signe By shaking of his golden crest that on his head did shyne, And hissed twyce with spirting toong. Then trayld he downe the fyne And glistring greeces of his church. And turning backe his eyen, He looked to his altarward and to his former shryne And temple, as to take his leave and bid them all fare well. From thence ryght huge uppon the ground (which sweete of flowres did smell That people strewed in his way), he passed stately downe, And bending into bowghts went through the hart of all the towne, Untill that hee the bowwing wharf besyde the haven tooke. Where staying, when he had (as seemd) dismist with gentle looke His trayne of Chapleynes and the folke that wayted on him thither, Hee layd him in the Romane shippe to sayle away toogither. The shippe did feele the burthen of his Godhed to the full, And for the heavye weyght of him did after passe more dull. The Romanes being glad of him, and having killd a steere Uppon the shore, untyde theyr ropes and cables from the peere. The lyghtsum wynd did dryve the shippe. The God avauncing hye, And leaning with his necke uppon the Gallyes syde, did lye And looke uppon the greenish waves, and cutting easly through Th'Ionian sea with little gales of westerne wynd not rough, The sixt day morning came uppon the coast of Italy. And passing foorth by Junos Church that mustreth to the eye Uppon the head of Lacine he was caryed also by The rocke of Scylley. Then he left the land of Calabrye And rowing softly by the rocke Zephyrion, he did draw To Celen cliffs the which uppon the ryght syde have a flawe. By Romeche and by Cawlon, and by Narice thence he past, And from the streyghtes of Sicily gate quyght and cleere at last. Then ran he by th'Aeolian Iles and by the metall myne Of Tempsa, and by Lewcosye, and temprate Pest where fyne And pleasant Roses florish ay. From thence by Capreas And Atheney the headlond of Minerva he did passe To Surrent, where with gentle vynes the hilles bee overclad, And by the towne of Hercules and Stabye ill bestad And Naples borne to Idlenesse, and Cumes where Sybell had Hir temples, and the scalding bathes, and Linterne where growes store Of masticke trees, and Vulturne which beares sand apace from shore, And Sinuesse where as Adders are as whyght as any snowe, And Minturne of infected ayre bycause it stands so lowe, And Caiete where Aeneas did his nurce in tumbe bestowe, And Formy where Antiphates the Lestrigon did keepe, And Trache envyrond with a fen, and Circes mountayne steepe: To Ancon with the boystous shore. Assoone as that the shippe Arryved heere, (for now the sea was rough,) the God let slippe His circles, and in bending bowghts and wallowing waves did glyde Into his fathers temple which was buylded there besyde Uppon the shore, and when the sea was calme and pacifyde, The foresayd God of Epidawre, his fathers Church forsooke, (The lodging of his neerest freend which for a tyme hee tooke,) And with his crackling scales did in the sand a furrowe cut, And taking hold uppon the sterne did in the Galy put His head, and rested till he came past Camp and Lavine sands, And entred Tybers mouth at which the Citie Ostia stands. The folke of Rome came hither all by heapes bothe men and wyves And eeke the Nunnes that keepe the fyre of Vesta as theyr lyves, To meete the God, and welcomd him with joyfull noyse. And as The Gally rowed up the streame, greate store of incence was On altars burnt on bothe the banks, so that on eyther syde The fuming of the frankincence the very aire did hyde, And also slaine in sacrifyse full many cattell dyde. Anon he came to Rome, the head of all the world: and there The serpent lifting up himself, began his head to beare Ryght up along the maast, uppon the toppe whereof on hye He looked round about, a meete abyding place to spye. The Tyber dooth devyde itself in twaine, and dooth embrace A little pretye Iland (so the people terme the place) From eyther syde whereof the bankes are distant equall space. Apollos Snake descending from the maast conveyd him thither, And taking eft his heavenly shape, as one repayring hither To bring our Citie healthfulnesse, did end our sorrowes quyght. Although to bee a God with us admitted were this wyght, Yit was he borne a forreiner. But Caesar hathe obteynd His Godhead in his native soyle and Citie where he reignd. Whom peerelesse both in peace and warre, not more his warres up knit With triumph, nor his great exployts atcheeved by his wit, Nor yit the great renowme that he obteynd so speedely, Have turned to a blazing starre, than did his progenie. For of the actes of Caesar, none is greater than that hee Left such a sonne behynd him as Augustus is, to bee His heyre. For are they things more hard: to overcomme thy Realme Of Britaine standing in the sea, or up the sevenfold streame Of Nyle that beareth Paperreede victorious shippes to rowe, Or to rebelliouse Numidye to give an overthrowe, Or Juba, king of Moores, and Pons (which proudely did it beare Uppon the name of Mythridate) to force by swoord and speare To yeeld them subjects unto Rome, or by his just desert To merit many triumphes, and of sum to have his part, Than such an heyre to leave beehynd, in whom the Goddes doo showe Exceeding favour unto men for that they doo bestowe So great a prince uppon the world? Now to th'entent that hee Should not bee borne of mortall seede, the other was too bee Canonyzde for a God. Which thing when golden Venus see, (Shee also sawe how dreadfull death was for the bisshop then Prepaard, and how conspiracye was wrought by wicked men) Shee looked pale. And as the Goddes came any in her way, Shee sayd unto them one by one: Behold and see, I pray, With how exceeding eagernesse they seeke mee to betray, And with what woondrous craft they stryve to take my lyfe away, I meene the thing that only now remayneth unto mee Of Jule the Trojans race. Must I then only ever bee Thus vext with undeserved cares? How seemeth now the payne Of Diomeds speare of Calydon to wound my hand ageyne? How seemes it mee that Troy ageine is lost through ill defence? How seemes my sonne Aenaeas like a bannisht man, from thence To wander farre ageine, and on the sea to tossed bee, And warre with Turnus for to make? or rather (truth to say) With Juno? What meene I about harmes passed many a day Ageinst myne ofspring, thus to stand? This present feare and wo Permit mee not to think on things now past so long ago. Yee see how wicked swoordes ageinst my head are whetted. I Beseeche yee keepe them from my throte, and set the traytors by Theyr purpose. Neyther suffer you dame Vestas fyre to dye By murthering of her bisshop. Thus went Venus wofully Complayning over all the heaven, and moovde the Goddes therby. And for they could not breake the strong decrees of destinye, They shewed signes most manifest of sorrowe to ensew. For battells feyghting in the clowdes with crasshing armour flew. And dreadfull trumpets sownded in the aire, and homes eeke blew, As warning men before hand of the mischeef that did brew. And Phebus also looking dim did cast a drowzy lyght Uppon the earth, which seemd lykewyse to bee in sorrve plyght. From underneathe amid the starres brands oft seemd burning bryght. It often rayned droppes of blood. The morning starre lookt blew, And was bespotted heere and there with specks of rusty hew. The moone had also spottes of blood. The Screeche owle sent from hell Did with her tune unfortunate in every corner yell. Salt teares from Ivory images in sundry places fell. And in the Chappells of the Goddes was singing heard, and woordes Of threatning. Not a sacrifyse one signe of good afoordes. But greate turmoyle to bee at hand theyr hartstrings doo declare. And when the beast is ripped up the inwards headlesse are. About the Court, and every house, and Churches in the nyghts The doggs did howle, and every where appeered gastly spryghts. And with an earthquake shaken was the towne. Yit could not all Theis warnings of the Goddes dispoynt the treason that should fall, Nor overcomme the destinies. The naked swoordes were brought Into the temple. For no place in all the towne was thought So meete to woork the mischeef in, or for them to commit The heynous murder, as the Court in which they usde to sit In counsell. Venus then with both her hands her stomacke smit, And was about to hyde him with the clowd in which shee hid Aenaeas, when shee from the swoord of Diomed did him rid, Or Paris, when from Menelay shee did him saufe convey. But Jove her father staying her did thus unto hir say: Why, daughter myne, wilt thou alone bee stryving to prevent Unvanquishable destinie? In fayth and if thou went Thy self into the house in which the fatall susters three Doo dwell, thou shouldest there of brasse and steele substantiall see The registers of things so strong and massye made to bee, That sauf and everlasting, they doo neyther stand in feare Of thunder, nor of lyghtning, nor of any ruine there. The destnyes of thyne offspring thou shalt there fynd graven deepe In Adamant. I red them: and in mynd I doo them keepe. And forbycause thou shalt not bee quyght ignorant of all, I will declare what things I markt herafter to befall. The man for whom thou makest sute, hath lived full his tyme And having ronne his race on earth must now to heaven up clyme. Where thou shalt make a God of him ay honord for to bee With temples and with Altars on the earth. Moreover hee That is his heyre and beares his name, shall all alone susteyne The burthen layd uppon his backe, and shall our help obteyne His fathers murther to revenge. The towne of Mutinye Beseedged by his powre, shall yeeld. The feelds of Pharsaly Shall feele him, and Philippos in the Realme of Macedonne Shall once ageine bee staynd with blood. The greate Pompeius sonne Shall vanquisht be by him uppon the sea of Sicilye. The Romane Capteynes wyfe, the Queene of Aegypt, through her hye Presumption trusting to her match too much, shall threate in vayne To make her Canop over our hygh Capitoll to reigne. What should I tell thee of the wyld and barbrous nacions that At bothe the Oceans dwelling bee? The universall plat Of all the earth inhabited, shall all be his. The sea Shall unto him obedient bee likewyse. And when that he Hathe stablisht peace in all the world, then shall he set his mynd To civill matters, upryght lawes by justice for to fynd, And by example of himself all others he shall bynd. Then having care of tyme to comme, and of posteritye, A holy wyfe shall beare to him a sonne that may supply His carefull charge and beare his name. And lastly in the end He shall to heaven among the starres, his auncetors, ascend, But not before his lyfe by length to drooping age doo tend. And therfore from the murthred corce of Julius Caesar take His sowle with speede, and of the same a burning cresset make, That from our heavenly pallace he may evermore looke downe Uppon our royall Capitoll and Court within Rome towne. He scarcely ended had theis woordes, but Venus out of hand Amid the Senate house of Rome invisible did stand, And from her Caesars bodye tooke his new expulsed spryght The which shee not permitting to resolve to ayer quyght, Did place it in the skye among the starres that glister bryght And as shee bare it, shee did feele it gather heavenly myght, And for to wexen fyrye. Shee no sooner let it flye, But that a goodly shyning starre it up aloft did stye And drew a greate way after it bryght beames like burning heare. Whoo looking on his sonnes good deedes confessed that they were Farre greater than his owne, and glad he was to see that hee Excelled him. Although his sonne in no wyse would agree To have his deedes preferd before his fathers: yit dooth fame, (Whoo ay is free, and bound to no commaund) withstand the same And stryving in that one behalf ageinst his hest and will, Proceedeth to preferre his deedes before his fathers still. Even so to Agamemnons great renowne gives Atreus place, Even so Achilles deedes, the deedes of Peleus doo abace. Even so beyond Aegaeus, farre dooth Theseyes prowesse go. And (that I may examples use full matching theis) even so Is Saturne lesse in fame than Jove. Jove rules the heavenly spheres, And all the tryple shaped world. And our Augustus beares Dominion over all the earth. They bothe are fathers: they Are rulers both. Yee Goddes to whom both fyre and swoord gave way, What tyme yee with Aenaeas came from Troy: yee Goddes that were Of mortall men canonyzed: thou Quirin whoo didst reere The walles of Rome: and Mars who wart the valeant Quirins syre And Vesta of the household Goddes of Caesar with thy fyre Most holy: and thou Phebus whoo with Vesta also art Of household: and thou Jupiter whoo in the hyghest part Of mountayne Tarpey hast thy Church: and all yee Goddes that may With conscience sauf by Poets bee appealed to: I pray Let that same day bee slowe to comme and after I am dead, In which Augustus (whoo as now of all the world is head) Quyght giving up the care therof ascend to heaven for ay, There (absent hence) to favour such as unto him shall pray. Now have I brought a woork to end which neither Joves feerce wrath, Nor swoord, nor fyre, nor freating age with all the force it hath Are able to abolish quyght. Let comme that fatall howre Which (saving of this brittle flesh) hath over mee no powre, And at his pleasure make an end of myne uncerteyne tyme. Yit shall the better part of mee assured bee to clyme Aloft above the starry skye. And all the world shall never Be able for to quench my name. For looke how farre so ever The Romane Empyre by the ryght of conquest shall extend, So farre shall all folke reade this woork. And tyme without all end (If Poets as by prophesie about the truth may ame) My lyfe shall everlastingly bee lengthened still by fame. Laus & honor soli Deo. don by Willyam Seres dwelling at the west end of Paules church, at the signe of the Hedgehogge. To the r y g h t Ho n o r a ble and h i s s i n g u- lar good Lord, Robert Erle of Leycester, most noble order of the Garter, etc. Arthur Gol- ding Gent. wisheth continuance of health, with prosperous estate and felicitie. At length my chariot wheele about the mark hath found the way, And at their weery races end, my breathlesse horses stay. The woork is brought to end by which the author did account (And rightly) with externall fame above the starres to mount. For whatsoever hath bene writ of auncient tyme in greeke By sundry men dispersedly, and in the latin eeke, Of this same dark Philosophie of turned shapes, the same Hath Ovid into one whole masse in this booke brought in frame. Fowre kynd of things in this his worke the Poet dooth conteyne. That nothing under heaven dooth ay in stedfast state remayne. And next that nothing perisheth: but that eche substance takes Another shape than that it had. Of theis twoo points he makes The proof by shewing through his woorke the wonderfull exchaunge Of Goddes, men, beasts, and elements, to sundry shapes right straunge, Beginning with creation of the world, and man of slyme, And so proceeding with the turnes that happened till his tyme. Then sheweth he the soule of man from dying to be free, By samples of the noblemen, who for their vertues bee Accounted and canonized for Goddes by heathen men, And by the peynes of Lymbo lake, and blysfull state agen Of spirits in th'Elysian feelds. And though that of theis three He make discourse dispersedly: yit specially they bee Discussed in the latter booke in that oration where He bringeth in Pythagoras disswading men from feare Of death, and preaching abstinence from flesh of living things. But as for that opinion which Pythagoras there brings Of soules removing out of beasts to men, and out of men To birdes and beasts both wyld and tame, both to and fro agen: It is not to be understand of that same soule whereby Wee are endewd with reason and discretion from on hie: But of that soule or lyfe the which brute beasts as well as wee Enjoy. Three sortes of lyfe or soule (for so they termed bee) Are found in things. The first gives powre to thryve, encrease and grow, And this in senselesse herbes and trees and shrubs itself dooth show. The second giveth powre to move and use of senses fyve, And this remaynes in brutish beasts, and keepeth them alyve. Both theis are mortall, as the which receyved of the aire By force of Phebus, after death doo thither eft repayre. The third gives understanding, wit, and reason: and the same Is it alonly which with us of soule dooth beare the name. And as the second dooth conteine the first: even so the third Conteyneth both the other twaine. And neyther beast, nor bird, Nor fish, nor herb, nor tree, nor shrub, nor any earthly wyght (Save only man) can of the same partake the heavenly myght. I graunt that when our breath dooth from our bodies go away, It dooth eftsoones returne to ayre: and of that ayre there may Both bird and beast participate, and wee of theirs likewyse. For whyle wee live, (the thing itself appeereth to our eyes) Bothe they and wee draw all one breath. But for to deeme or say Our noble soule (which is divine and permanent for ay) Is common to us with the beasts, I think it nothing lesse Than for to bee a poynt of him that wisdome dooth professe. Of this I am ryght well assurde, there is no Christen wyght That can by fondnesse be so farre seduced from the ryght. And finally hee dooth proceede in shewing that not all That beare the name of men (how strong, feerce, stout, bold, hardy, tall, How wyse, fayre, rych, or hyghly borne, how much renownd by fame, So ere they bee, although on earth of Goddes they beare the name) Are for to be accounted men: but such as under awe Of reasons rule continually doo live in vertues law: And that the rest doo differ nought from beasts, but rather bee Much woorse than beasts, bicause they doo abace theyr owne degree. To naturall philosophye the formest three perteyne, The fowrth to morall: and in all are pitthye, apt and playne Instructions which import the prayse of vertues and the shame Of vices, with the due rewardes of eyther of the same. Book I As for example, in the tale of Daphnee turnd to Bay, A myrror of virginitie appeere unto us may, Which yeelding neyther unto feare, nor force, nor flatterye, Doth purchace everlasting fame and immortalitye. In Phaetons fable unto syght the Poet dooth expresse The natures of ambition blynd, and youthfull wilfulnesse. The end whereof is miserie, and bringeth at the last Repentance when it is too late that all redresse is past. And how the weaknesse and the want of wit in magistrate Confoundeth both his common weale and eeke his owne estate. This fable also dooth advyse all parents and all such As bring up youth, to take good heede of cockering them too much. It further dooth commende the meane: and willeth to beware Of rash and hasty promises which most pernicious are, And not to bee performed: and in fine it playnly showes What sorrow to the parents and to all the kinred growes By disobedience of the chyld: and in the chyld is ment The disobedient subject that ageinst his prince is bent. The transformations of the Crow and Raven doo declare That Clawbacks and Colcariers ought wysely to beware Of whom, to whom, and what they speake. For sore against his will Can any freendly hart abyde to heare reported ill The partie whom he favoureth. This tale dooth eeke bewray The rage of wrath and jelozie to have no kynd of stay: And that lyght credit to reportes in no wyse should be given, For feare that men too late to just repentance should bee driven. The fable of Ocyroee by all such folk is told As are in serching things to come too curious and too bold. A very good example is describde in Battus tale For covetous people which for gayne doo set theyr toongs to sale. Book I All such as doo in flattring freaks, and hawks, and hownds delyght, And dyce, and cards, and for to spend the tyme both day and nyght In foule excesse of chamberworke, or too much meate and drink: Uppon the piteous storie of Acteon ought to think. For theis and theyr adherents usde, excessive are in deede The dogs that dayly doo devour theyr followers on with speede. Tyresias willes inferior folk in any wyse to shun To judge betweene their betters least in perill they doo run. Narcissus is of scornfulnesse and pryde a myrror cleere, Where beawties fading vanitie most playnly may appeere. And Echo in the selfsame tale dooth kyndly represent The lewd behaviour of a bawd, and his due punishment. The piteous tale of Pyramus and Thisbee doth conteine The headie force of frentick love whose end is wo and payne. The snares of Mars and Venus shew that tyme will bring to lyght The secret sinnes that folk commit in corners or by nyght. Hermaphrodite and Salmacis declare that idlenesse Is cheefest nurce and cherisher of all volupteousnesse, And that voluptuous lyfe breedes sin: which linking all toogither Make men to bee effeminate, unweeldy, weake and lither. Book V Rich Piers daughters turnd to Pies doo openly declare That none so bold to vaunt themselves as blindest bayardes are. The Muses playnly doo declare ageine a tother syde, That whereas cheefest wisdom is, most meeldnesse dooth abyde. Arachnee may example bee that folk should not contend Ageinst their betters, nor persist in error to the end. So dooth the tale of Niobee and of her children: and The transformation of the Carles that dwelt in Lycie land, Toogither with the flaying off of piper Marsies skin. The first doo also show that long it is ere God begin To pay us for our faults, and that he warnes us oft before To leave our folly: but at length his vengeance striketh sore. And therfore that no wyght should strive with God in word nor thought Nor deede. But pryde and fond desyre of prayse have ever wrought Confusion to the parties which accompt of them do make. For some of such a nature bee that if they once doo take Opinion (be it ryght or wrong) they rather will agree To dye, than seeme to take a foyle: so obstinate they bee. The tale of Tereus, Philomele, and Prognee dooth conteyne That folke are blynd in thyngs that to their proper weale perteyne. And that the man in whom the fyre of furious lust dooth reigne Dooth run to mischeefe like a horse that getteth loose the reyne. It also shewes the cruell wreake of women in their wrath And that no hainous mischiefe long delay of vengeance hath. And lastly that distresse doth drive a man to looke about And seeke all corners of his wits, what way to wind him out. The good successe of Jason in the land of Colchos, and The dooings of Medea since, doo give to understand That nothing is so hard but peyne and travail doo it win, For fortune ever favoreth such as boldly doo begin: That women both in helping and in hurting have no match When they to eyther bend their wits: and how that for to catch An honest meener under fayre pretence of frendship, is An easie matter. Also there is warning given of this, That men should never hastely give eare to fugitives, Nor into handes of sorcerers commit their state or lyves. It shewes in fine of stepmoothers the deadly hate in part, And vengeaunce most unnaturall that was in moothers hart. The deedes of Theseus are a spurre to prowesse, and a glasse How princes sonnes and noblemen their youthfull yeeres should passe. King Minos shewes that kings in hand no wrongfull wars should take, And what provision for the same they should before hand make. King Aeacus gives also there example how that kings Should keepe their promise and their leages above all other things. His grave description of the plage and end thereof, expresse The wrath of God on man for sin: and how that nerethelesse He dooth us spare and multiply ageine for goodmens sakes. The whole discourse of Cephalus and Procris mention makes That maried folke should warely shunne the vyce of jealozie And of suspicion should avoyd all causes utterly, Reproving by the way all such as causelesse doo misdeeme The chaste and giltlesse for the deedes of those that faultie seeme. The storie of the daughter of king Nisus setteth out What wicked lust drives folk unto to bring their wills about. And of a rightuous judge is given example in the same, Who for no meede nor frendship will consent to any blame. Wee may perceyve in Dedalus how every man by kynd Desyres to bee at libertie, and with an earnest mynd Dooth seeke to see his native soyle, and how that streight distresse Dooth make men wyse, and sharpes their wits to fynd their own redresse. Wee also lerne by Icarus how good it is to bee In meane estate and not to clymb too hygh, but to agree To wholsome counsell: for the hyre of disobedience is Repentance when it is too late forthinking things amisse. And Partrich telles that excellence in any thing procures Men envie, even among those frendes whom nature most assures. Philemon and his feere are rules of godly pacient lyfe, Of sparing thrift, and mutuall love betweene the man and wyfe, Of due obedience, of the feare of God, and of reward For good or evill usage shewd to wandring straungers ward. In Erisicthon dooth appeere a lyvely image both Of wickednesse and crueltie which any wyght may lothe, And of the hyre that longs thereto. He sheweth also playne That whereas prodigalitie and gluttony dooth reigne, A world of riches and of goods are ever with the least To satisfye the appetite and eye of such a beast. In Hercules and Acheloyes encounters is set out The nature and behaviour of two wooers that be stout. Wherein the Poet covertly taunts such as beeing bace Doo seeke by forged pedegrees to seeme of noble race. Who when they doo perceyve no truth uppon their syde to stand, In stead of reason and of ryght use force and myght of hand. This fable also signifies that valiantnesse of hart Consisteth not in woords, but deedes: and that all slyght and Art Give place to prowesse. Furthermore in Nessus wee may see What breach of promise commeth to, and how that such as bee Unable for to wreake theyr harmes by force, doo oft devyse To wreake themselves by policie in farre more cruell wise. And Deyanira dooth declare the force of jealozie Deceyved through too lyght beleef and fond simplicitie. The processe following peinteth out true manlynesse of hart Which yeeldeth neyther unto death, to sorrow, greef, nor smart. And finally it shewes that such as live in true renowne Of vertue heere, have after death an everlasting crowne Of glorie. Cawne and Byblis are examples contrarie: The Mayd of most outrageous lust, the man of chastitie. Book X The tenth booke cheefly dooth containe one kynd of argument Reproving most prodigious lusts of such as have bene bent To incest most unnaturall. And in the latter end It showeth in Hippomenes how greatly folk offend That are ingrate for benefits which God or man bestow Uppon them in the time of neede. Moreover it dooth show That beawty (will they nill they) aye dooth men in daunger throw: And that it is a foolyshnesse to stryve ageinst the thing Which God before determineth to passe in tyme to bring. And last of all Adonis death dooth shew that manhod strives Against forewarning though men see the perill of theyr lyves. The death of Orphey sheweth Gods just vengeance on the vyle And wicked sort which horribly with incest them defyle. In Midas of a covetous wretch the image wee may see Whose riches justly to himself a hellish torment bee, And of a foole whom neyther proof nor warning can amend, Untill he feele the shame and smart that folly doth him send. His Barbour represents all blabs which seeme with chyld to bee Untill that they have blaazd abrode the things they heare or see. In Ceyx and Alcyone appeeres most constant love, Such as betweene the man and wyfe to bee it dooth behove. This Ceyx also is a lyght of princely courtesie And bountie toward such whom neede compelleth for too flie. His viage also dooth declare how vainly men are led To utter perill through fond toyes and fansies in their head. For Idols, doubtfull oracles and soothsayres prophecies Doo nothing else but make fooles fayne and blynd their bleared eyes. Dedalions daughter warnes to use the toong with modestee And not to vaunt with such as are their betters in degree. The seege of Troy, the death of men, the razing of the citie, And slaughter of king Priams stock without remors of pitie, Which in the xii. and xiii. bookes bee written, doo declare How heynous wilfull perjurie and filthie whoredome are In syght of God. The frentick fray betweene the Lapithes and The Centaures is a note wherby is given to understand The beastly rage of drunkennesse. Ulysses dooth expresse The image of discretion, wit, and great advisednesse. And Ajax on the other syde doth represent a man Stout, headie, irefull, hault of mynd, and such a one as can Abyde to suffer no repulse. And both of them declare How covetous of glorie and reward mens natures are. And finally it sheweth playne that wisdome dooth prevayle In all attempts and purposes when strength of hand dooth fayle. The death of fayre Polyxena dooth shew a princely mynd And firme regard of honor rare engraft in woman kynd. And Polymnestor, king of Thrace, dooth shew himself to bee A glasse for wretched covetous folke wherein themselves to see. This storie further witnesseth that murther crieth ay For vengeance, and itself one tyme or other dooth bewray. The tale of Gyant Polypheme doth evidently prove That nothing is so feerce and wyld, which yeeldeth not to love. And in the person of the selfsame Gyant is set out The rude and homely wooing of a country cloyne and lout. The tale of Apes reproves the vyce of wilfull perjurie, And willeth people to beware they use not for to lye. Aeneas going downe to hell dooth shew that vertue may In saufty travell where it will, and nothing can it stay. The length of lyfe in Sybill dooth declare it is but vayne To wish long lyfe, syth length of lyfe is also length of payne. The Grecian Achemenides dooth lerne us how we ought Bee thankfull for the benefits that any man hath wrought. And in this Achemenides the Poet dooth expresse The image of exceeding feare in daunger and distresse. What else are Circes witchcrafts and enchauntments than the vyle And filthy pleasures of the flesh which doo our soules defyle? And what is else herbe Moly than the gift of stayednesse And temperance which dooth all fowle concupiscence represse? The tale of Anaxaretee willes dames of hygh degree To use their lovers courteously how meane so ere they bee. And Iphis lernes inferior folkes too fondly not to set Their love on such as are too hygh for their estate to get. Alemons sonne declares that men should willingly obay What God commaundes, and not uppon exceptions seeme to stay. For he will find the meanes to bring the purpose well about, And in their most necessitie dispatch them saufly out Of daunger. The oration of Pithagoras implyes A sum of all the former woorke. What person can devyse A notabler example of true love and godlynesse To ones owne natyve countryward than Cippus dooth expresse? The turning to a blazing starre of Julius Cesar showes, That fame and immortalitie of vertuous dooing growes. And lastly by examples of Augustus and a few Of other noble princes sonnes the author there dooth shew That noblemen and gentlemen shoulde stryve to passe the fame And vertues of their aunceters, or else to match the same. Theis fables out of every booke I have interpreted, To shew how they and all the rest may stand a man in sted. Not adding over curiously the meaning of them all, For that were labor infinite, and tediousnesse not small Bothe unto your good Lordship and the rest that should them reede Who well myght think I did the boundes of modestie exceede, If I this one epistle should with matters overcharge Which scarce a booke of many quyres can well conteyne at large. And whereas in interpreting theis few I attribute The things to one, which heathen men to many Gods impute, Concerning mercy, wrath for sin, and other gifts of grace: Described for examples sake in proper tyme and place, Let no man marvell at the same. For though that they as blynd Through unbeleefe, and led astray through error even of kynd, Knew not the true eternall God, or if they did him know, Yit did they not acknowledge him, but vaynly did bestow The honor of the maker on the creature: yit it dooth Behove all us (who ryghtly are instructed in the sooth) To thinke and say that God alone is he that rules all things And worketh all in all, as lord of lords and king of kings, With whom there are none other Gods that any sway may beare, No fatall law to bynd him by, no fortune for to feare. For Gods, and fate, and fortune are the termes of heathennesse, If men usurp them in the sense that Paynims doo expresse. But if wee will reduce their sense to ryght of Christian law, To signifie three other things theis termes wee well may draw. By Gods wee understand all such as God hath plaast in cheef Estate to punish sin, and for the godly folkes releef: By fate the order which is set and stablished in things By Gods eternall will and word, which in due season brings All matters to their falling out. Which falling out or end (Bicause our curious reason is too weake to comprehend The cause and order of the same, and dooth behold it fall Unwares to us) by name of chaunce or fortune wee it call. If any man will say theis things may better lerned bee Out of divine philosophie or scripture, I agree That nothing may in worthinesse with holy writ compare. Howbeeit so farre foorth as things no whit impeachment are To vertue and to godlynesse but furtherers of the same, I trust wee may them saufly use without desert of blame. And yet there are (and those not of the rude and vulgar sort, But such as have of godlynesse and lerning good report) That thinke the Poets tooke their first occasion of theis things From holy writ as from the well from 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? Not only in effect he dooth with Genesis agree, But also in the order of creation, save that hee Makes no distinction of the dayes. For what is else at all That shapelesse, rude, and pestred heape which Chaos he dooth call, Than even that universall 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 heaven and earth: the earth was waste, and darknesse yit abod Uppon the deepe: which holy woordes declare unto us playne That fyre, ayre, water, and the earth did undistinct remayne In one grosse bodie at the first. "For God the father that Made all things, framing out the world according to the plat, Conceyved everlastingly in mynd, made first of all Both heaven and earth uncorporall and such as could not fall As objects under sense of sight: and also aire lykewyse, And emptynesse: and for theis twaine apt termes he did devyse. 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. Overmore He formed also bodylesse (as other things before) The natures both of water and of spirit. And in fyne The lyght: which beeing made to bee a patterne most divine Whereby to forme the fixed starres and wandring planets seven, With all the lyghts that afterward should beawtifie the heaven, Was made by God both bodylesse and of so pure a kynd, As that it could alonly bee perceyved 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 to the feeble sense of mans deceytfull syght Was yit appointed unto things, untill that by his myght And wondrous wisdome God in tyme set open to the eye The things that he before all tyme had everlastingly Decreed by his providence. But let us further see How Ovids 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 heaven or welkin hyght. The third day he did part the earth from sea and made it drie, Commaunding it to beare all kynd of frutes abundantly. The fowrth day he did make the lyghts of heaven to shyne from hye, And stablished a law in them to 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 every beast both wyld and tame, and woormes That creept on ground according to their severall kynds and foormes. And in the image of himself he formed man of clay To bee the Lord of all his woorkes the very selfsame day. This is the sum of Moyses woords. And Ovid (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 uphold That God (although he knew him not) was he that did unfold The former Chaos, putting it in forme and facion new, As may appeere by theis his woordes which underneath ensew: "This stryfe did God and nature breake and set in order dew. The earth from heaven, 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 to eye With all their bounds and furniture: and whereas wee doo fynd The terme of nature joynd with God: (according to the mynd Of lerned men) by joyning 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 To shew the other three dayes workes he thus proceedeth on: "The heavenly soyle to Goddes and starres and planets first he gave The waters next both fresh and salt he let the fishes have. The suttle ayre to flickering fowles and birds he hath assignd, The earth to beasts both wyld and tame of sundry sorts and kynd." Thus partly in the outward phrase, but more in verie deede, He seemes according to the sense of scripture to proceede. And when he commes to speake of man, he dooth not vainly say (As sum have written) that he was before all tyme for ay, Ne mentioneth mo Gods than one in making him. But thus He both in sentence and in sense his meening dooth discusse. "Howbeeit yit of all this whyle the creature wanting was Farre more divine, 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 heavenly seede engendred man: or else the earth as yet Yoong, lusty, fresh, and in her flowre, and parted from the skye 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 governe every thing." What other thing meenes Ovid heere by terme of heavenly seede, Than mans immortall sowle, which is divine, and commes in deede From heaven, and was inspyrde by God, as Moyses sheweth playne? And whereas of Prometheus he seemes to adde a vayne Devyce, 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 th'interpretation 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 invent: Of whom the Poets doo report that hee to heaven up went, And there stole fyre, through which he made his images alyve: And therfore that he formed men the Paynims did contryve. Now when the Poet red perchaunce that God almyghty by His providence and by his woord (which everlastingly Is ay his wisdome) made the world, and also man to beare His image, and to 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 to say That wyse Prometheus tempring earth with water of the spring, Did forme it lyke the Gods above that governe every thing. Thus may Prometheus seeme to bee th'eternall woord of God, His wisdom, and his providence which formed man of clod. "And where all other things behold the ground with groveling eye: He gave to man a stately looke replete with majesty: And willd him to behold the heaven with countnance cast on hye, To mark and understand what things are in the starrie skye." In theis same woordes, both parts of man the Poet dooth expresse As in a glasse, and giveth us instruction to addresse Our selves to know our owne estate: as that wee bee not borne To follow lust, or serve the paunch lyke brutish beasts forlorne, But for to lyft our eyes as well of body as of mynd To heaven as to our native soyle from whence wee have by kynd Our better part: and by the sight thereof to lerne to know And knowledge him that dwelleth there: and wholly to bestow Our care and travail to the prayse and glorie of his name Who for the sakes of mortall men created first the same. Moreover by the golden age what other thing is ment, Than Adams tyme in Paradyse, who beeing innocent Did lead a blist and happy lyfe untill that thurrough sin He fell from God? From which tyme foorth all sorrow did begin. The earth accursed for his sake, did never after more Yeeld foode without great toyle. Both heate and cold did vexe him sore. Disease of body, care of mynd, with hunger, thirst and neede, Feare, hope, joy, greefe, and trouble, fell on him and on his seede. And this is termd the silver age. Next which there did succeede The brazen age, when malice first in peoples harts did breede, Which never ceased growing till it did so farre outrage, That nothing but destruction could the heate thereof asswage For why mens stomackes wexing hard as steele ageinst their God, Provoked him from day to day to strike them with his rod. Prowd Gyants also did aryse that with presumptuous wills Heapt wrong on wrong, and sin on sin lyke huge and lofty hilles Whereby they strove to clymb to heaven and God from thence to draw, In scorning of his holy woord and breaking natures law. For which anon ensewd the flood which overflowed all The whole round earth and drowned quyght all creatures great and smal, Excepting feaw that God did save as seede wherof should grow Another ofspring. All these things the Poet heere dooth show In colour, altring both the names of persons, tyme and place. For where according to the truth of scripture in this cace, The universall flood did fall but sixteene hundred yeeres And six and fifty after the creation (as appeeres By reckening of the ages of the fathers) under Noy, With whom seven other persons mo like saufgard did enjoy Within the arke, which at the end of one whole yeere did stay Uppon the hilles of Armenie: the Poet following ay The fables of the glorying Greekes (who shamelessely did take The prayse of all things to themselves) in fablying wyse dooth make It happen in Deucalions tyme, who reignd in Thessaly Eyght hundred winters since Noyes flood or thereupon well nye, Bicause that in the reigne of him a myghty flood did fall, That drownde the greater part of Greece, townes, cattell, folk, and all, Save feaw that by the help of boats atteyned unto him And to the highest of the forkt Parnasos top did swim. And forbycause that hee and his were driven a whyle to dwell Among the stonny hilles and rocks until the water fell, The Poets hereupon did take occasion for to feyne, That he and Pyrrha did repayre mankynd of stones ageyne. So in the sixth booke afterward Amphions harp is sayd The first foundation of the walles of Thebee to have layd, Bycause that by his eloquence and justice (which are ment By true accord of harmonie and musicall consent) He gathered into Thebee towne, and in due order knit The people that disperst and rude in hilles and rocks did sit. So Orphey in the tenth booke is reported to delyght The savage beasts, and for to hold the fleeting birds from flyght, To move the senselesse stones, and stay swift rivers, and to make The trees to follow after him and for his musick sake To yeeld him shadow where he went. By which is signifyde That in his doctrine such a force and sweetnesse was implyde, That such as were most wyld, stowre, feerce, hard, witlesse, rude, and bent Ageinst good order, were by him perswaded to relent, And for to bee conformable to live in reverent awe Like neybours in a common weale by justyce under law. Considring then of things before reherst the whole effect, I trust there is already shewd sufficient to detect That Poets tooke the ground of all their cheefest fables out Of scripture: which they shadowing with their gloses went about To turne the truth to toyes and lyes. And of the selfsame rate Are also theis: their Phlegeton, their Styx, their blisfull state Of spirits in th'Elysian feelds. Of which the former twayne Seeme counterfetted of the place where damned soules remaine, Which wee call hell. The third dooth seeme to fetch his pedegree From Paradyse which scripture shewes a place of blisse to bee. If Poets then with leesings and with fables shadowed so The certeine truth, what letteth us to plucke those visers fro Their doings, and to bring ageine the darkened truth to lyght, That all men may behold thereof the cleernesse shining bryght? The readers therefore earnestly admonisht are to bee To seeke a further meening than the letter gives to see. The travail tane in that behalf although it have sum payne Yit makes it double recompence with pleasure and with gayne. With pleasure, for varietie and straungenesse of the things, With gaine, for good instruction which the understanding brings. And if they happening for to meete with any wanton woord Or matter lewd, according as the person dooth avoord In whom the evill is describde, doo feele their myndes thereby Provokte to vyce and wantonnesse, (as nature commonly Is prone to evill) let them thus imagin in their mynd: Behold, by sent of reason and by perfect syght I fynd A Panther heere, whose peinted cote with yellow spots like gold And pleasant smell allure myne eyes and senses to behold. But well I know his face is grim and feerce, which he dooth hyde To this intent, that whyle I thus stand gazing on his hyde, He may devour mee unbewares. Ne let them more offend At vices in this present woork in lyvely colours pend, Than if that in a chrystall glasse fowle images they found, Resembling folkes fowle visages that stand about it round. For sure theis fables are not put in wryghting to th'entent To further or allure to vyce: but rather this is ment, That men beholding what they bee when vyce dooth reigne in stead Of vertue, should not let their lewd affections have the head. For as there is no creature more divine than man as long As reason hath the sovereintie and standeth firme and strong: So is there none more beastly, vyle, and develish, than is hee, If reason giving over, by affection mated bee. The use of this same booke therfore is this: that every man (Endevoring for to know himself as neerly as he can,) (As though he in a chariot sate well ordered,) should direct His mynd by reason in the way of vertue, and correct His feerce affections with the bit of temprance, lest perchaunce They taking bridle in the teeth lyke wilfull jades doo praunce Away, and headlong carie him to every filthy pit Of vyce, and drinking of the same defyle his soule with it: Or else doo headlong harrie him uppon the rockes of sin, And overthrowing forcibly the chariot he sits in, Doo teare him woorse than ever was Hippolytus the sonne Of Theseus when he went about his fathers wrath to shun. This worthie worke in which of good examples are so many, This Ortyard of Alcinous in which there wants not any Herb, tree, or frute that may mans use for health or pleasure serve, This plenteous horne of Acheloy which justly dooth deserve To beare the name of treasorie of knowledge, I present To your good Lordship once ageine not as a member rent Or parted from the resdew of the body any more: But fully now accomplished, desiring you therfore To let your noble courtesie and favor countervayle My faults where Art or eloquence on my behalf dooth fayle. For sure the marke whereat I shoote is neyther wreathes of bay, Nor name of Poet, no nor meede: but cheefly that it may Bee lyked well of you and all the wise and lerned sort, And next that every wyght that shall have pleasure for to sport Him in this gardeine, may as well beare wholsome frute away As only on the pleasant flowres his rechlesse senses stay. But why seeme I theis doubts to cast, as if that he who tooke With favor and with gentlenesse a parcell of the booke Would not likewyse accept the whole? Or even as if that they Who doo excell in wisdome and in learning, would not wey A wyse and lerned woorke aryght? Or else as if that I Ought ay to have a speciall care how all men doo apply My dooings to their owne behoof? As of the former twayne I have great hope and confidence: so would I also fayne The other should according to good meening find successe: If other wyse, the fault is theyrs not myne they must confesse. And therefore breefly to conclude, I turne ageine to thee, O noble Erle of Leycester, whose lyfe God graunt may bee As long in honor, helth and welth as auncient Nestors was, Or rather as Tithonussis: that all such students as Doo travell to enrich our toong with knowledge heretofore Not common to our vulgar speech, may dayly more and more Procede through thy good furtherance and favor in the same. To all mens profit and delyght, and thy eternall fame. And that (which is a greater thing) our natyve country may Long tyme enjoy thy counsell and thy travail to her stay. At Barwicke the xx. of Aprill. Your good L. most humbly to commaund Arthur Golding. I would not wish the simple sort offended for to bee, When in this booke the heathen names of feyned Godds they see. The trewe and everliving God the Paynims did not knowe: Which caused them the name of Godds on creatures to bestow. For nature beeing once corrupt and knowledge blynded quyght By Adams fall, those little seedes and sparkes of heavenly lyght That did as yit remayne in man, endevering foorth to burst And wanting grace and powre to growe to that they were at furst, To superstition did decline: and drave the fearefull mynd, Straunge woorshippes of the living God in creatures for to fynd. The which by custome taking roote, and growing so to strength, Through Sathans help possest the hartes of all the world at length. Some woorshipt al the hoste of heaven: some deadmens ghostes and bones: Sum wicked feends: sum wormes and fowles, herbes, fishes, trees and stones. The fyre, the ayre, the sea, the land, and every roonning brooke, Eche queachie grove, eche cragged cliffe the name of Godhead tooke. The nyght and day, the fleeting howres, the seasons of the yeere, And every straunge and monstruous thing, for Godds mistaken weere. There was no vertue, no nor vice: there was no gift of mynd Or bodye, but some God therto or Goddesse was assignde. Of health and sicknesse, lyfe and death, of needinesse and wealth, Of peace and warre, of love and hate, of murder, craft and stealth, Of bread and wyne, of slouthfull sleepe, and of theyr solemne games, And every other tryfling toy theyr Goddes did beare the names. And looke, how every man was bent to goodnesse or to ill, He did surmyse his foolish Goddes enclyning to his will. For God perceyving mannes pervers and wicked will to sinne Did give him over to his lust to sinke or swim therin. By meanes wherof it came to passe (as in this booke yee see) That all theyr Goddes with whoordome, theft, or murder blotted bee. Which argues them to bee no Goddes, but woorser in effect Than they whoose open poonnishment theyr dooings dooth detect. Whoo seeing Jove whom heathen folke doo arme with triple fyre In shape of Eagle, bull or swan to winne his foule desyre, Or grysly Mars theyr God of warre intangled in a net By Venus husband purposely to trappe him warely set, Whoo seeing Saturne eating up the children he begate Or Venus dalying wantonly with every lustie mate, Whoo seeing Juno play the scold, or Phoebus moorne and rew For losse of her whom in his rage through jealous moode he slew, Or else the suttle Mercurie that beares the charmed rod Conveying neate and hyding them, would take him for a God? For if theis faultes in mortall men doo justly merit blame, What greater madnesse can there bee than to impute the same To Goddes, whose natures ought to bee most perfect, pure and bright, Most vertuous, holly, chaast, and wyse, most full of grace and lyght? But as there is no Christen man that can surmyse in mynd That theis or other such are Goddes which are no Goddes by kynd: So would to God there were not now of christen men profest, That worshipt in theyr deedes theis Godds whose names they doo detest. Whoose lawes wee keepe his thralles wee bee, and he our God indeede. So long is Christ our God as wee in christen lyfe proceede. But if wee yeeld to fleshlye lust, to lucre, or to wrath, Or if that Envy, Gluttony, or Pryde the maystry hath, Or any other kynd of sinne, the thing the which wee serve To bee accounted for our God most justly dooth deserve. Then must wee thinke the learned men that did theis names frequent, Some further things and purposes by those devises ment. By Jove and Juno understand all states of princely port: By Ops and Saturne auncient folke that are of elder sort: By Phoebus yoong and lusty brutes of hand and courage stout: By Mars the valeant men of warre that love to feight it out: By Pallas and the famous troupe of all the Muses nyne, Such folke as in the sciences and vertuous artes doo shyne. By Mercurie the suttle sort that use to filch and lye, With theeves, and Merchants whoo to gayne theyr travail doo applye. By Bacchus all the meaner trades and handycraftes are ment: By Venus such as of the fleshe to filthie lust are bent. By Neptune such as keepe the seas: by Phebe maydens chast, And Pilgrims such as wandringly theyr tyme in travell waste. By Pluto such as delve in mynes, and Ghostes of persones dead: By Vulcane smythes and such as woorke in yron, tynne or lead. By Hecat witches, Conjurers, and Necromancers reede: With all such vayne and devlish artes as superstition breede. By Satyres, Sylvanes, Nymphes and Faunes with other such besyde, The playne and simple country folke that every where abyde. I know theis names to other thinges oft may and must agree In declaration of the which I will not tedious bee. But leave them to the Readers will to take in sundry wyse, As matter rysing giveth cause constructions to devyse. Now when thou readst of God or man, in stone, in beast, or tree It is a myrrour for thy self thyne owne estate to see. For under feyned names of Goddes it was the Poets guyse, The vice and faultes of all estates to taunt in covert wyse. And likewyse to extoll with prayse such things as doo deserve, Observing alwayes comlynesse from which they doo not swerve. And as the persone greater is of birth, renowne or fame, The greater ever is his laud, or fouler is his shame, For if the States that on the earth the roome of God supply, Declyne from vertue unto vice and live disorderly, To Eagles, Tygres, Bulles, and Beares, and other figures straunge Bothe to theyr people and themselves most hurtfull doo they chaunge, And when the people give themselves to filthie life and synne, What other kinde of shape thereby than filthie can they winne? So was Licaon made a Woolfe: and Jove became a Bull: The t'one for using crueltie, the tother for his trull. So was Elpenor and his mates transformed into swyne, For following of theyr filthie lust in women and in wyne. Not that they lost theyr manly shape as to the outward showe, But for that in their brutish brestes most beastly lustes did growe. For why this lumpe of flesh and bones, this bodie, is not wee. Wee are a thing which earthly eyes denyed are to see. Our soule is wee endewd by God with reason from above: Our bodie is but as our house, in which wee worke and move. T'one part is common to us all, with God of heaven himself: The tother common with the beastes, a vyle and stinking pelf. The t'one bedect with heavenly giftes and endlesse: tother grosse, Frayle, filthie, weake, and borne to dye as made of earthly drosse. Now looke how long this clod of clay to reason dooth obey, So long for men by just desert account our selves wee may. But if wee suffer fleshly lustes as lawlesse Lordes to reigne, Than are we beastes, wee are no men, wee have our name in vaine. And if wee be so drownd in vice that feeling once bee gone, Then may it well of us bee sayd, wee are a block or stone. This surely did the Poets meene when in such sundry wyse The pleasant tales of turned shapes they studyed to devyse. There purpose was to profite men, and also to delyght And so to handle every thing as best might like the sight. For as the Image portrayd out in simple whight and blacke (Though well proportiond, trew and faire) if comly colours lacke, Delyghteth not the eye so much, nor yet contentes the mynde So much as that that shadowed is with colours in his kynde: Even so a playne and naked tale or storie simply told (Although the matter bee in deede of valewe more than gold) Makes not the hearer so attent to print it in his hart, As when the thing is well declarde, with pleasant termes and art. All which the Poets knew right well: and for the greater grace, As Persian kings did never go abrode with open face, But with some lawne or silken skarf, for reverence of theyr state: Even so they following in their woorkes the selfsame trade and rate, Did under covert names and termes theyr doctrines so emplye, As that it is ryght darke and hard theyr meening to espye. But beeing found it is more sweete and makes the mynd more glad, Than if a man of tryed gold a treasure gayned had. For as the body hath his joy in pleasant smelles and syghts: Even so in knowledge and in artes the mynd as much delights. Wherof aboundant hoordes and heapes in Poets packed beene So hid that (saving unto fewe) they are not to bee seene. And therfore whooso dooth attempt the Poets woorkes to reede, Must bring with him a stayed head and judgement to proceede. For as there bee most wholsome hestes and precepts to bee found, So are theyr rockes and shallowe shelves to ronne the ship aground. Some naughtie persone seeing vyce shewd lyvely in his hew, These persons overshoote themselves, and other folkes deceyve: Dooth take occasion by and by like vices to ensew. Another beeing more severe than wisdome dooth requyre, Beeholding vice (to outward shewe) exalted in desyre, Condemneth by and by the booke and him that did it make. And willes it to be burnd with fyre for lewd example sake. Not able of the authors mynd the meening to conceyve. The Authors purpose is to paint and set before our eyes The lyvely Image of the thoughts that in our stomackes ryse. Eche vice and vertue seems to speake and argue to our face, With such perswasions as they have theyr dooinges to embrace. And if a wicked persone seeme his vices to exalt, Esteeme not him that wrate the woorke in such defaultes to halt. But rather with an upryght eye consyder well thy thought: See if corrupted nature have the like within thee wrought. Marke what affection dooth perswade in every kynd of matter. Judge if that even in heynous crymes thy fancy doo not flatter. And were it not for dread of lawe or dread of God above, Most men (I feare) would doo the things that fond affections move. Then take theis woorkes as fragrant flowers most full of pleasant juce, The which the Bee conveying home may put to wholesome use: And which the spyder sucking on to poyson may convert, Through venym spred in all her limbes and native in her hart. For to the pure and Godly mynd, are all things pure and cleene, And unto such as are corrupt the best corrupted beene: Lyke as the fynest meates and drinkes that can bee made by art In sickly folkes to nourishment of sicknesse doo convert. And therefore not regarding such whose dyet is so fyne That nothing can digest with them onlesse it bee devine, Nor such as to theyr proper harme doo wrest and wring awrye The thinges that to a good intent are written pleasantly, Through Ovids woorke of turned shapes I have with peinfull pace Past on untill I had atteyned the end of all my race. And now I have him made so well acquainted with our toong As that he may in English verse as in his owne bee soong. Wherein although for pleasant style, I cannot make account, To match myne author, who in that all other dooth surmount: Yit (gentle Reader) doo I trust my travail in this cace May purchace favour in thy sight my dooings to embrace: Considring what a sea of goodes and Jewelles thou shalt fynd, Not more delyghtfull to the eare than frutefull to the mynd. For this doo lerned persons deeme, of Ovids 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 reprooves of vyce in youth and age, Mo fyne inventions to delight, mo matters clerkly knit, No, nor more straunge varietie to shew a lerned wit. The high, the lowe: the riche, the poore: the mayster, and the slave: The mayd, the wife: the man, the chyld: the simple and the brave: 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 every other living wight shall in this mirrour see His whole estate, thoughtes, woordes and deedes expresly shewd to bee. Whereof if more particular examples thou doo crave, In reading the Epistle through thou shalt thy longing have. Moreover 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 and woods, And finally what ever thing is straunge and delectable, The same conveyed shall you fynd most featly in some fable. And even as in a cheyne eche linke within another wynds, And both with that that went before and that that followes binds: So every tale within this booke dooth seeme to take his ground Of that that was reherst before, and enters in the bound Of that that folowes after it: and every one gives light To other: so that whoo so meenes to understand them ryght, Must have a care as well to know the thing that went before, As that the which he presently desyres to see so sore. Now to th'intent that none have cause heereafter to 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 lively setting forth of things described in this booke, I give him counsell to absteine untill he bee more strong, And for to use Ulysses feat ageinst the Meremayds song. Or if he needes will heere and sec and wilfully agree (Through cause misconstrued) unto vice allured for to bee, Then let him also marke the peine that dooth therof ensue, And hold himself content with that that to his fault is due.