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 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,

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 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:

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 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 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

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 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

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 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,

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 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.

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 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,

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 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.

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 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.

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 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,

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 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,

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 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.

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 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,


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 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.


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 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.


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 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.


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 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.


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 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.


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 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


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 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,


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 O mother see, he sayes: with that Agauë 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.

et would not stout Alcithoë, 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 Ioue: 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:


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 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,


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 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.


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 being elected for Buckingham in the conservative interest. In the session of 1829 he made some strong speeches condemning the pauperising influence of the poor laws then prevalent, and giving instances of the degradation that sprang from the existing mode of paying the wages of labourers, who were often put up to auction and their labour sold for two shillings a week. In 1833 he was appointed chairman of a select committee to inquire into the bribery employed at the Stafford election, and he succeeded in carrying a disfranchising bill in the face of much opposition. When Peel came into office for a brief period in 1834 Fremantle was appointed one of the secretaries of the treasury, an office which he resumed for three years in Peel's administration of 1841. In 1844 he became secretary at war, and in 1845-6 chief secretary for Ireland, in which capacity he defended the Maynooth College bill. In January 1846 he introduced the Irish public works bill, and he procured the expenditure of 50,000l. upon the construction of small piers and harbours, with the view of extending the fisheries of Ireland. Both measures were well adapted to the immediate needs of the country, were drawn and explained by Fremantle with signal ability, and were successfully piloted by him through the shoals of parliamentary debate.

In 1846 Fremantle resigned his seat at Buckingham and was appointed deputy-chairman of the board of customs. He was subsequently appointed chairman of this department, a post which he held until 1873. On the accession of Lord Beaconsfield to power in 1874 he was raised to the peerage (2 March). The first title that he chose was that of Lord Chiltern, but this was discarded for the name of the hundred in which his seat of Swanbourne was situated, and he became Baron Cottesloe of Swanbourne. Though a frequent attendant in the upper house he spoke but little. In 1875 he took a considerable interest in Lord Lyttelton's bill for the increase of the episcopate, and on the third reading he moved an amendment limiting its operation to five places—Guildford or Southwark (diocese of Winchester), Bodmin or Truro (Exeter), Southwell or Nottingham (Lincoln), St. Albans (Rochester), and Liverpool (Chester). He disclaimed hostility to the principle of the bill, but thought it unwise to send to the lower house a measure which provided for an indefinite extension of the episcopate; on the recommendation of the government, however, he consented not to press his amendment. Four years later he moved for a statement of the trade of the United Kingdom with the United States for the years 1873-8, adducing a formidable array of statistics to prove that the balance of trade between this country and America had been unfavourable to England, and that the exports were falling off in an alarming manner. The return was granted and prepared, and excited much controversy and comment in the press. In 1880 Cottesloe was a member of the select committee of the lords on intemperance, while among other subjects in which he was warmly interested were measures for increasing the safety of railway travelling and the deceased wife's sister's bill this last forming one of the ‘liberal shadows’ upon his conservatism which some of his friends deplored. As a county magnate, churchman, and patron of the Church Missionary Society he was extremely popular in Buckinghamshire, and in later years venerated as the father of the House of Lords and patriarch of Buckinghamshire society. On completing his ninetieth year he celebrated the event by inviting to receive the communion with him at St. Michael's, Chester Square, a number of his oldest friends, of whom about sixty responded, including the Brodricks, Julian Halls, Nugents, and Yerneys, and also his neighbour Sir Harry Verney, himself then eighty-seven years old. Cottesloe's children and grandchildren presented him upon this occasion with a cabinet in which to keep the decorations gained by his father, who commanded a ship at Trafalgar, and his uncle, Sir William Fremantle, an intimate friend of George III. His declining year's were clouded by the sad death of his wife in 1875, the result of her swallowing a lotion in mistake for a draught, and that of a granddaughter kicked to death in her father's sight by a runaway pony.

Cottesloe died at Swanbourne on 3 Dec. 1890, and was buried there on 9 Dec. He was then nearly ninety-three. He had attended the House of Commons on budget night from 1827 to 1889 without a break, nineteen times as a member of parliament, twenty-eight times as chairman of customs, and the remainder from the news gallery. He married, 24 Nov. 1824, Louisa Elizabeth (d. 17 Aug. 1875), eldest daughter of Field-marshal Sir George Nugent, bart., by whom he left issue three daughters and four sons: Thomas Francis Fremantle, second baron Cottesloe; the Very Rev. William Henry Fremantle, dean of Ripon; Sir Charles William Fremantle, K.C.B., comptroller of the Mint; and Admiral Sir Edmund Robert Fremantle, K.C.B., C.M.G.

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 Now as at one side 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


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 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


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 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


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 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.


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 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,


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 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.


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 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 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,


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 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.


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 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


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 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,


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 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


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 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.


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 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


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 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,


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 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


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 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.


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 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 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:


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 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.