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 Achilles to bee talking of? But in theyr talk most breeme Was then Achilles victory of Cygnet. It did seeme A woonder that the flesh of him should bee so hard and tough As that no weapon myght have powre to raze or perce it through, But that it did abate the edge of steele: it was a thing That both Achilles and the Greekes in woondrous maze did bring. Then Nestor sayd: This Cygnet is the person now alone Of your tyme that defyed steele, and could bee perst of none. But I have seene now long ago one Cene of Perrhebye, I sawe one Cene of Perrhebye a thousand woundes defye With unatteynted bodye. In mount Othris he did dwell: And was renowmed for his deedes: (and which in him ryght well A greater woonder did appeere) he was a woman borne. This uncouth made them all much more amazed than beforne, And every man desyred him to tell it. And among The rest, Achilles sayd: Declare, I pray thee (for wee long To heare it every one of us), O eloquent old man, The wisedome of our age: what was that Cene and how he wan Another than his native shape, and in what rode, or in What fyght or skirmish, tweene you first acquaintance did beegin, And who in fyne did vanquish him if any vanquisht him. Then Nestor: Though the length of tyme have made my senses dim, And dyvers things erst seene in youth now out of mynd be gone: Yit beare I still mo things in mynd: and df them all is none Among so many both of peace and warre, that yit dooth take More stedfast roote in memorye. And if that tyme may make A man great store of things through long continuance for to see, Two hundred yeeres already of my lyfe full passed bee, And now I go uppon the third. This foresayd Ceny was The daughter of one Elatey. In beawty shee did passe The maydens all of Thessaly. From all the Cities bye And from thy Cities also, O Achilles, came (for why Shee was thy countrywoman) store of wooers who in vayne In hope to win her love did take great travail, suit and payne. Thy father also had perchaunce attempted heere to matcht But that thy moothers maryage was alreadye then dispatcht, Or shee at least affyanced. But Ceny matcht with none,


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 Howbeeit as shee on the shore was walking all alone, The God of sea did ravish her. (So fame dooth make report.) And Neptune for the great delight he had in Venus sport, Sayd: Ceny, aske mee what thou wilt, and I will give it thee. (This also bruited is by fame.) The wrong heere doone to mee (Quoth Ceny) makes mee wish great things. And therfore to th'entent I may no more constreyned bee to such a thing, consent I may no more a woman bee. And if thou graunt thereto, It is even all that I desyre, or wish thee for to doo. In bacer tune theis latter woordes were uttred, and her voyce Did seeme a mannes voyce as it was in deede. For to her choyce The God of sea had given consent. He graunted him besyde That free from wounding and from hurt he should from thence abyde, And that he should not dye of steele. Right glad of this same graunt Away went Ceny, and the feeldes of Thessaly did haunt, And in the feates of Chevalrye from that tyme spent his lyfe. The over bold Ixions sonne had taken to his wyfe Hippodame. And kevering boordes in bowres of boughes of trees His Clowdbred brothers one by one he placed in degrees. There were the Lordes of Thessaly. I also was among The rest: a cheerefull noyse of feast through all the Pallace roong. Sum made the altars smoke, and sum the brydale carrolls soong. Anon commes in the mayden bryde, a goodly wench of face, With wyves and maydens following her with comly gate and grace. Wee sayd that sir Pirithous was happy in his wyfe: Which handsell had deceyved us wellneere through soodeine stryfe. For of the cruell Centawres thou most cruell Ewryt, tho Like as thy stomacke was with wyne farre over charged: so As soone as thou behilldst the bryde, thy hart began to frayne, And doubled with thy droonkennesse thy raging lust did reigne. The feast was troubled by and by with tables overthrowen. The bryde was hayled by the head, so farre was furye growen. Feerce Ewryt caught Hippodame, and every of the rest Caught such as commed next to hand, or such as likte him best. It was the lively image of a Citie tane by foes. The house did ring of womens shreekes. We all up quickly rose. And first sayd Theseus thus: What aylst? art mad, O Ewrytus?

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 That darest (seeing mee alive) misuse Pirithous? Not knowing that in one thou doost abuse us both? And least He myght have seemd to speake in vayne, he thrust way such as preast About the bryde, and tooke her from them freating sore thereat. No answere made him Ewrytus: (for such a deede as that Defended could not bee with woordes) but with his sawcye fist He flew at gentle Theseus face, and bobd him on the brist. By chaunce hard by, an auncient cuppe of image woork did stand, Which being huge, himself more huge sir Theseus tooke in hand, And threw't at Ewryts head. He spewd as well at mouth as wound Mixt cloddes of blood, and brayne and wyne, and on the soyled ground Lay sprawling bolt upryght. The death of him did set the rest, His dowblelimbed brothers, so on fyre, that all the quest With one voyce cryed out, Kill, kill. The wyne had given them hart. Theyr first encounter was with cuppes and cannes throwen overthwart, And brittle tankerds, and with boawles, pannes, dishes, potts, and trayes, Things serving late for meate and drinke, and then for bluddy frayes. First Amycus, Ophions sonne, without remorse began To reeve and rob the brydehouse of his furniture. He ran And pulled downe a Lampbeame full of lyghtes, and lifting it Aloft like one that with an Ax dooth fetch his blowe to slit An Oxis necke in sacrifyse, he on the forehead hit A Lapith named Celadon, and crusshed so his bones That none could know him by the face: both eyes flew out at ones. His nose was beaten backe and to hispallat battred flat. One Pelates, a Macedone, exceeding wroth therat, Pulld out a maple tressles foote, and napt him in the necks, That bobbing with his chin ageinst his brest to ground he becks. And as he spitted out his teeth with blackish blood, he lent Another blowe to Amycus, which streyght to hell him sent. Gryne standing by and lowring with a fell grim visage at The smoking Altars, sayd: Why use we not theis same? with that He caught a myghty altar up with burning fyre thereon, And it among the thickest of the Lapithes threw anon. And twoo he over whelmd therewith calld Brote and Orion. This Orions moother, Mycale, is knowne of certeintye The Moone resisting to have drawne by witchcraft from the skye.


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 Full dearely shalt thou by it (quoth Exadius) may I get A weapon: and with that in stead of weapon, he did set His hand uppon a vowd harts horne that on a Pynetree hye Was nayld, and with two tynes therof he strake out eyther eye Of Gryne: whereof sum stacke uppon the home, and sum did flye Uppon his beard, and there with blood like jelly mixt did lye. A flaming fyrebrand from amids an Altar Rhaetus snatcht, With which uppon the leftsyde of his head Charaxus latcht A blow that crackt his skull. The blaze among his yellow heare Ran sindging up, as if dry come with lightning blasted were. And in his wound the seared blood did make a greevous sound, As when a peece of steele red hot tane up with tongs is drownd In water by the smith, it spirts and hisseth in the trowgh. Charaxus from his curled heare did shake the fyre, and thowgh He wounded were, yit caught he up uppon his shoulders twayne A stone, the Jawme of eyther doore that well would loade a wayne. The masse theof was such as that it would not let him hit His fo. It lighted short: and with the falling downe of it A mate of his that Comet hyght, it all in peeces smit. Then Rhaete restreyning not his joy, sayd thus: I would the rowt Of all thy mates myght in the selfsame maner prove them stowt. And with his halfeburnt brond the wound he searched new agayne, Not ceasing for to lay on loade uppon his pate amayne, Untill his head was crusht, and of his scalp the bones did swim Among his braynes. In jolly ruffe he passed streyght from him To Coryt, and Euagrus, and to Dryant on a rowe. Of whom when Coryt (on whose cheekes yoong mossy downe gan grow) Was slayne, What prayse or honour (quoth Euagrus) hast thou got By killing of a boy? mo woordes him Rhetus suffred not To speake, but in his open mouth did thrust his burning brand, And downe his throteboll to his chest. Then whisking in his hand His fyrebrand round about his head he feercely did assayle The valyant Dryant. But with him he could not so prevayle. For as he triumpht in his lucke, proceeding for to make Continuall slaughter of his foes, sir Dryant with a stake (Whose poynt was hardned in the fyre) did cast at him a foyne And thrust him through the place in which the neck and shoulders joyne.


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 He groand and from his cannell bone could scarcely pull the stake. And beeing foyled with his blood to flyght he did him take. Arnaeus also ran away, and Lycidas likewyse. And Medon (whose ryght shoulderplate was also wounded) flyes. So did Pisenor, so did Cawne, and so did Mermeros Who late outronning every man, now wounded slower goes: And so did Phole, and Menelas, and Abas who was woont To make a spoyle among wylde Boares as oft as he did hunt: And eeke the wyzarde Astylos who counselled his mates To leave that fray: but he to them in vayne of leaving prates. He eeke to Nessus (who for feare of wounding seemed shye) Sayd: Fly not, thou shalt scape this fray of Hercles bowe to dye. But Lycid and Ewrinomos, and Imbreus, and Are Escapte not death. Sir Dryants hand did all alike them spare. Cayneius also (though that he in flying were not slacke,) Yit was he wounded on the face: for as he looked backe, A weapons poynt did hit him full midway betweene the eyes, Wheras the noze and forehead meete. For all this deane, yit lyes Aphipnas snorting fast asleepe not mynding for to wake, Wrapt in a cloke of Bearskinnes which in Ossa mount were take. And in his lither hand he hilld a potte of wyne. Whom when That Phorbas saw (although in vayne) not medling with them, then He set his fingars to the thong: and saying: Thou shalt drink Thy wyne with water taken from the Stygian fountaynes brink, He threw his dart at him. The dart (as he that tyme by chaunce Lay bolt upright uppon his backe) did through his throteboll glaunce. He dyde and felt no payne at all. The blacke swart blood gusht out, And on the bed and in the potte fell flushing lyke a spout. I saw Petreius go about to pull out of the ground An Oken tree. But as he had his armes about it round, And shaakt it too and fro to make it looce, Pirithous cast A Dart which nayled to the tree his wrything stomacke fast. Through prowesse of Pirithous (men say) was Lycus slayne. Through prowesse of Pirithous dyde Crome. But they both twayne Lesse honour to theyr conquerour were, than Dyctis was, or than Was Helops. Helops with a dart was striken, which through ran His head, and entring at the ryght eare to the left eare went.


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 And Dyctis from a slipprye knappe downe slyding, as he ment To shonne Perithous preacing on, fell headlong downe, and with His hugenesse brake the greatest Ash that was in all the frith, And goard his gutts uppon the stump. To wreake his death comes Phare: And from the mount a mighty rocke with bothe his handes he tare: Which as he was about to throwe, Duke Theseus did prevent, And with an Oken plant uppon his mighty elbowe lent Him such a blowe, as that he brake the bones, and past no further. For leysure would not serve him then his maymed corce to murther. He lept on hygh Bianors backe, who none was woont to beare Besydes himself. Ageinst his sydes his knees fast nipping were, And with his left hand taking hold uppon his foretoppe heare He cuft him with his knubbed plant about the frowning face, And made his wattled browes to breake. And with his Oken mace He overthrew Nedimnus: and Lycespes with his dart, And Hippasus whose beard did hyde his brest the greater part: And Riphey tallar than the trees, and Therey who was woont Among the hilles of Thessaly for cruell Beares to hunt, And beare them angry home alyve. It did Demoleon spyght That Theseus had so good successe and fortune in his fyght. An old long Pynetree rooted fast he strave with all his myght To pluck up whole bothe trunk and roote, which when he could not bring To passe, he brake it off, and at his emnye did it fling. But Theseus by admonishment of heavenly Pallas (so He would have folke beleve it were) start backe a great way fro The weapon as it came. Yit fell it not without some harme. It cut from Crantors left syde bulke, his shoulder, brest, and arme. This Grantor was thy fathers Squyre (Achilles) and was given Him by Amyntor ruler of the Dolops, who was driven By battell for to give him as an hostage for the peace To bee observed faythfully. When Peleus in the preace A great way off behilld him thus falne dead of this same wound, O Grantor, deerest man to mee of all above the ground, Hold heere an obitgift hee sayd: and both with force of hart And hand, at stout Demoleons head he threw an asshen dart, Which brake the watling of his ribbes, and sticking in the bone, Did shake. He pulled out the steale with much adoo alone.


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 The head therof stacke still behynd among his lungs and lyghts. Enforst to courage with his payne, he ryseth streight uprights, And pawing at his emny with his horsish feete, he smyghts Uppon him. Peleus bare his strokes uppon his burganet, And fenst his shoulders with his sheeld, and evermore did set His weapon upward with the poynt, which by his shoulders perst Through both his brestes at one full blowe. Howbee't your father erst Had killed Hyle and Phlegrye, and Hiphinous aloof And Danes who boldly durst at hand his manhod put in proof. To theis was added Dorylas, who ware uppon his head A cap of woolves skinne. And the homes of Oxen dyed red With blood were then his weapon. I (for then my courage gave Mee strength) sayd: See how much thy homes lesse force than Iron have. And therewithall with manly might a dart at him I drave. Which when he could not shonne, he clapt his right hand flat uppon His forehead where the wound should bee. For why his hand anon Was nayled to his forehead fast. Hee roared out amayne. And as he stood amazed and began to faynt for payne, Your father Peleus (for he stood hard by him) strake him under The middle belly with his swoord, and ript his womb asunder. Out girdes mee Dorill streyght, and trayles his guttes uppon the ground And trampling underneath his feete did breake them, and they wound About his leggs so snarling, that he could no further go, But fell downe dead with empty womb. Nought booted Cyllar tho His beawtye in that frentick fray, (at leastwyse if wee graunt That any myght in that straunge shape, of natures beawtye vaunt.) His beard began but then to bud: his beard was like the gold: So also were his yellowe lokes, which goodly to behold Midway beneath his shoulders hung. There rested in his face A sharpe and lively cheerfulnesse with sweete and pleasant grace. His necke, brest, shoulders, armes, and hands, as farre as he was man, Were such as never carvers woork yit stayne them could or can. His neather part likewyse (which was a horse) was every whit Full equall with his upper part, or little woorse than it. For had yee given him horses necke, and head, he was a beast For Castor to have ridden on. So bourly was his brest: So handsome was his backe to beare a saddle: and his heare


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 Was blacke as jeate, but that his tayle and feete milk whyghtish were. Full many Females of his race did wish him to theyr make. But only dame Hylonome for lover he did take. Of all the halfbrutes in the woodes there did not any dwell More comly than Hylonome. She usde herself so well In dalyance, and in loving, and in uttring of her love, That shee alone hilld Cyllarus. As much as did behove In suchye limbes, shee trimmed them as most the eye might move. With combing, smoothe shee made her heare: shee wallowed her full oft In Roses and in Rosemarye, or Violets sweete and soft: Sumtyme shee caryed Lillyes whyght: and twyce a day shee washt Her visage in the spring that from the toppe of Pagase past: And in the streame shee twyce a day did bath her limbes: and on Her left syde or her shoulders came the comlyest things, and none But fynest skinnes of choycest beasts. Alike eche loved other: Togither they among the hilles roamd up and downe: togither They went to covert: and that tyme togither they did enter The Lapithes house, and there the fray togither did adventer. A dart on Cyllars left syde came, (I know not who it sent) Which sumwhat underneathe his necke his brest asunder splent. As lyghtly as his hart was raazd, no sooner was the dart Pluckt out, but all his bodye wext stark cold and dyed swart. Immediatly Hylonome his dying limbes up stayd, And put her hand uppon the wound to stoppe the blood, and layd Her mouth to his, and labored sore to stay his passing spryght. But when shee sawe him throughly dead, then speaking woordes which might Not to my hearing come for noyse, shee stikt herself uppon The weapon that had gored him, and dyde with him anon Embracing him beetweene her armes. There also stood before Myne eyes the grim Pheocomes both man and horse who wore A Lyons skinne uppon his backe fast knit with knotts afore. He snatching up a timber log (which scarcely two good teeme Of Oxen could have stird) did throwe the same with force extreeme At Phonolenyes sonne. The logge him all in fitters strake, And of his head the braynepan in a thousand peeces brake, That at his mouth, his eares, and eyes, and at his nosethrills too, His crusshed brayne came roping out as creame is woont to doo


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 From sives or riddles made of wood, or as a Cullace out From streyner or from Colender. But as he went about To strippe him from his harnesse as he lay uppon the ground, (Your father knoweth this full well) my sword his gutts did wound, Teleboas and Cthonius bothe, were also slaine by mee. Sir Cthonius for his weapon had a forked bough of tree. The tother had a dart. His dart did wound mee. You may see The scarre therof remayning yit. Then was the tyme that I Should sent have beene to conquer Troy. Then was the tyme that I Myght through my force and prowesse, if not vanquish Hector stout, Yit at the least have hilld him wag, I put you out of Dout. But then was Hector no body: or but a babe. And now Am I forspent and worne with yeeres. What should I tell you how Piretus dyde by Periphas? Or wherefore should I make Long processe for to tell you of sir Ampycus that strake The fowrefoote Oecle on the face with dart of Cornell tree, The which had neyther head nor poynt? Or how that Macaree Of Mountaine Pelithronye with a leaver lent a blowe To Erigdupus on the brest which did him overthrowe? Full well I doo remember that Cymelius threw a dart Which lyghted full in Nesseyes flank about his privie part. And think not you that Mops, the sonne of Ampycus, could doo No good but onely prophesye. This stout Odites whoo Had bothe the shapes of man and horse, by Mopsis dart was slayne, And labouring for to speake his last he did but strive in vayne. For Mopsis dart togither nayld his toong and neather chappe, And percing through his throte did make a wyde and deadly gappe. Fyve men had Cene already slayne: theyr wounds I cannot say: The names and nomber of them all ryght well I beare away. The names of them were Stiphelus, and Brome, and Helimus, Pyracmon with his forest bill, and stout Antimachus. Out steppes the biggest Centawre there, huge Latreus, armed in Alesus of Aemathias spoyle slayne late before by him. His yeeres were mid tweene youth and age, his courage still was yoong, And on his abrun head hore heares peerd heere and there amoong. His furniture was then a swoord, a target and a lawnce Aemathian like. To bothe the parts he did his face advaunce,


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 And brandishing his weapon brave, in circlewyse did prawnce About, and stoutly spake theis woordes: And must I beare with yow, Dame Cenye? for none other than a moother (I avow) No better than a moother will I count thee whyle I live. Remembrest not what shape by birth dame nature did thee give? Forgettst thou how thou purchasedst this counterfetted shape Of man? Consyderest what thou art by birth? and how for rape Thou art become the thing thou art? Go take thy distaffe, and Thy spindle, and in spinning yarne go exercyse thy hand. Let men alone with feates of armes. As Latreus made this stout And scornefull taunting in a ring still turning him about, This Cenye with a dart did hit him full uppon the syde Where as the horse and man were joyned togither in a hyde. The strype made Latreus mad: and with his lawnce in rage he stracke Uppon sir Cenyes naked ribbes. The lawnce rebounded backe Like haylestones from a tyled house, or as a man should pat Small stones uppon a dromslets head. He came more neere with that, And in his brawned syde did stryve to thrust his swoord. There was No way for swoord to enter in. Yit shalt thou not so passe My handes (sayd he.) Well sith the poynt is blunted thou shalt dye Uppon the edge: and with that woord he fetcht his blow awrye, And sydling with a sweeping stroke along his belly smit. The strype did give a clinke as if it had on marble hit. And therewithall the swoord did breake, and on his necke did lyght. When Ceny had sufficiently given Latreus leave to smyght His flesh which was unmaymeable, Well now (quoth he) lets see, If my swoord able bee or no to byght the flesh of thee. In saying so, his dreadfull swoord as farre as it would go He underneathe his shoulder thrust, and wrinching to and fro Among his gutts, made wound in wound. Behold with hydeous crye The dowblemembred Centawres sore abasht uppon him flye, And throwe theyr weapons all at him. Theyr weapons downe did fall As if they had rebated beene, and Cenye for them all Abydes unstriken through. Yea none was able blood to drawe. The straungenesse of the cace made all amazed that it sawe. Fy, fy for shame (quoth Monychus) that such a rable can Not overcome one wyght alone, who scarcely is a man.


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 Although (to say the very truthe) he is the man, and wee Through fayntnesse that that he was borne by nature for to bee. What profits theis huge limbes of ours? what helpes our dowble force? Or what avayles our dowble shape of man as well as horse By puissant nature joynd in one? I can not thinke that wee Of sovereigne Goddesse Juno were begot, or that wee bee Ixions sonnes, who was so stout of courage and so hault, As that he durst on Junos love attempt to give assault. The emny that dooth vanquish us is scarcely half a man Whelme blocks, and stones, and mountaynes whole uppon his hard brayne pan: And presse yee out his lively ghoste with trees. Let timber choke His chappes, let weyght enforce his death in stead of wounding stroke. This sayd: by chaunce he gets a tree blowne downe by blustring blasts Of Southerne wynds, and on his fo with all his myght it casts, And gave example to the rest to doo the like. Within A whyle the shadowes which did hyde mount Pelion waxed thin: And not a tree was left uppon mount Othris ere they went. Sir Cenye underneathe this greate huge pyle of timber pent, Did chauf and on his shoulders hard the heavy logges did beare. But when above his face and head the trees up stacked were, So that he had no venting place to drawe his breth: One whyle He faynted: and another whyle he heaved at the pyle, To tumble downe the loggs that lay so heavy on his backe, And for to winne the open ayre ageine above the stacke: As if the mountayne Ida (lo) which yoonder we doo see So hygh, by earthquake at a tyme should chaunce to shaken bee. Men dowt what did become of him. Sum hold opinion that The burthen of the woodes had driven his soule to Limbo flat. But Mopsus sayd it was not so. For he did see a browne Bird flying from amid the stacke and towring up and downe. It was the first tyme and the last that ever I behild That fowle. When Mopsus softly saw him soring in the feeld, He looked wistly after him, and cryed out on hye: Hayle peerlesse perle of Lapith race, hayle Ceny, late ago A valeant knyght, and now a bird of whom there is no mo. The author caused men beleeve the matter to bee so. Our sorrow set us in a rage. It was too us a greef


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 That by so many foes one knyght was killd without releef. Then ceast wee not to wreake our teene till most was slaine in fyght, And that the rest discomfited were fled away by nyght. As Nestor all the processe of this battell did reherce Betweene the valeant Lapithes and misshapen Centawres ferce, Tlepolemus displeased sore that Hercules was past With silence, could not hold his peace, but out theis woordes did cast: My Lord, I muse you should forget my fathers prayse so quyght. For often unto mee himself was woonted to recite, How that the clowdbred folk by him were cheefly put to flyght. Ryght sadly Nestor answerd thus: Why should you mee constreyne To call to mynd forgotten greefs? and for to reere ageine The sorrowes now outworne by tyme? or force mee to declare The hatred and displeasure which I to your father bare? In sooth his dooings greater were than myght bee well beleeved. He fild the world with high renowme which nobly he atcheeved. Which thing I would I could denye. For neyther set wee out Deiphobus, Polydamas, nor Hector that most stout And valeant knyght, the strength of Troy. For whoo will prayse his fo? Your father overthrew the walles of Messen long ago, And razed Pyle, and Ely townes unwoorthye serving so. And feerce ageinst my fathers house hee usde bothe swoord and fyre. And (not to speake of others whom he killed in his ire) Twyce six wee were the sonnes of Nele all lusty gentlemen. Twyce six of us (excepting mee) by him were murthred then. The death of all the rest myght seeme a matter not so straunge: But straunge was Periclymens death whoo had the powre to chaunge And leave and take what shape he list (by Neptune to him given, The founder of the house of Nele). For when he had beene driven To try all shapes, and none could help: he last of all became The fowle that in his hooked feete dooth beare the flasshing flame Sent downe from heaven by Jupiter. He practising those birds, With flapping wings, and bowwing beake, and hooked talants girds At Hercle, and beescratcht his face. Too certeine (I may say) Thy father amde his shaft at him. For as he towring lay Among the clowdes, he hit him underneath the wing. The stroke Was small: howbee't bycause therwith the sinewes being broke,


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 He wanted strength to maynteine flyght, he fell me to the ground, Through weakenesse of his wing. The shaft that sticked in the wound, By reason of the burthen of his bodye perst his syde, And at the leftsyde of his necke all bloodye foorth did glyde. Now tell mee, O thou beawtyfull Lord Amirall of the fleete Of Rhodes, if mee to speake the prayse of Hercle it bee meete. But lest that of my brothers deathes men think I doo desyre A further vendge than silence of the prowesse of thy syre, I love thee even with all my hart, and take thee for my freend. When Nestor of his pleasant tales had made this freendly end, They called for a boll of wyne, and from the table went, And all the resdew of the nyght in sleeping soundly spent. But Neptune like a father tooke the matter sore to hart That Cygnet to a Swan he was constreyned to convert. And hating feerce Achilles, he did wreake his cruell teene Uppon him more uncourteously than had beseeming beene. For when the warres well neere full twyce fyve yeeres had lasted, hee Unshorne Apollo thus bespake: O nevew, unto mee Most deere of all my brothers impes, who helpedst mee to lay Foundation of the walles of Troy for which we had no pay, And canst thou syghes forbeare to see the Asian Empyre fall? And dooth it not lament thy hart when thou to mynd doost call So many thousand people slayne in keeping Ilion wall? Or (too th'entent particlerly I doo not speake of all) Remembrest thou not Hectors Ghost whoo harryed was about His towne of Troy? where nerethelesse Achilles that same stout And farre in fyght more butcherly, whoo stryves with all his myght To stroy the woorke of mee and thee, lives still in healthfull plyght? If ever hee doo come within my daunger he shall feele What force is in my tryple mace. But sith with swoord of steele I may not meete him as my fo, I pray thee unbeeware Go kill him with a sodeine shaft and rid mee of my care. Apollo did consent: as well his uncle for to please, As also for a pryvate grudge himself had for to ease. And in a clowd he downe among the host of Troy did slyde, Where Paris dribbling out his shaftes among the Greekes hee spyde: And telling him what God he was, sayd: Wherfore doost thou waast


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 Thyne arrowes on the simple sort? If any care thou haste Of those that are thy freendes, go turne ageinst Achilles head, And like a man revendge on him thy brothers that are dead. In saying this, he brought him where Achilles with his brond Was beating downe the Trojane folk, and leveld so his hond As that Achilles tumbled downe starke dead uppon the lond. This was the onely thing wherof the old king Priam myght Take comfort after Hectors death. That stout and valeant knyght Achilles whoo had overthrowen so many men in fyght, Was by that coward carpet knyght beereeved of his lyfe, Whoo like a caytif stale away the Spartane princes wyfe. But if of weapon womanish he had foreknowen it had His destnye beene to lose his lyfe, he would have beene more glad That Queene Penthesileas bill had slaine him out of hand. Now was the feare of Phrygian folk, the onely glory, and Defence of Greekes, that peerelesse prince in armes, Achilles turnd To asshes. That same God that had him armd, him also burnd. Now is he dust: and of that great Achilles bydeth still A thing of nought, that scarcely can a little coffin fill. Howbee't his woorthy fame dooth lyve, and spreadeth over all The world, a measure meete for such a persone to beefall. This matcheth thee, Achilles, full. And this can never dye. His target also (too th'entent that men myght playnly spye What wyghts it was) did move debate, and for his armour burst Out deadly foode. Not Diomed, nor Ajax Oylye durst Make clayme or chalendge to the same, nor Atreus yoonger sonne, Nor yit his elder, though in armes much honour they had wonne. Alone the sonnes of Telamon and Laert did assay Which of them two of that great pryse should beare the bell away. But Agamemnon from himself the hurthen putts, and cleeres His handes of envye, causing all the Capteines and the Peeres Of Greece to meete amid the camp togither in a place, To whom he put the heering and the judgement of the cace.


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He Lordes and Capteynes being set toogither with the King, And all the souldiers standing round about them in a ring, The owner of the sevenfold sheeld, to theis did Ajax ryse. And (as he could not brydle wrath) he cast his frowning eyes Uppon the shore and on the fleete that there at Anchor lyes And throwing up his handes: God and must wee plead (quoth hee) Our case before our shippes? and must Vlysses stand with mee? But like a wretch he ran his way when Hector came with fyre, Which I defending from theis shippes did force him to retyre. It easyer is therefore with woordes in print to maynteine stryfe, Than for to fyght it out with fists. But neyther I am ryfe In woordes, nor hee in deedes. For looke how farre I him excell In battell and in feates of armes: so farre beares hee the bell From mee in talking. Neyther think I requisite to tell My actes among you. You your selves have seene them verry well. But let Vlysses tell you his doone all in hudther mudther, And wherunto the only nyght is privy and none other. The pryse is great (I doo confesse) for which wee stryve. But yit It is dishonour unto mee, for that in clayming it So bace a persone standeth in contention for the same. To think it myne already, ought to counted bee no shame Nor pryde in mee: although the thing of ryght great valew bee Of which Vlysses standes in hope. For now alreadye hee Hath wonne the honour of this pryse, in that when he shall sit Besydes the cuishon, he may brag he strave with mee for it. And though I wanted valiantnesse, yit should nobilitee Make with mee. I of Telamon am knowne the sonne to bee Who under valeant Hercules the walles of Troy did scale, And in the shippe of Pagasa to Colchos land did sayle. His father was that Aeacus whoo executeth ryght Among the ghostes where Sisyphus heaves up with all his myght The massye stone ay tumbling downe. The hyghest Jove of all Acknowledgeth this Aeäcus, and dooth his sonne him call. Thus am I Ajax third from Ioue. Yit let this Pedegree,


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 O Achyves, in this case of myne avaylable not bee, Onlesse I proove it fully with Achylles to agree. He was my brother, and I clayme that was my brothers. Why Shouldst thou that art of Sisyphs blood, and for to filch and lye Expressest him in every poynt, by foorged pedegree Aly thee to the Aeacyds, as though we did not see Thee to the house of Aeacus a straunger for to bee? And is it reason that you should this armour mee denye Bycause I former was in armes, and needed not a spye To fetch mee foorth? Or think you him more woorthye it to have, That came to warrefare hindermost, and feynd himself to rave, Bycause he would have shund the warre? untill a suttler head And more unprofitable for himself, sir Palamed, Escryde the crafty fetches of his fearefull hart, and drew Him foorth a warfare which he sought so cowardly to eschew? Must he now needes enjoy the best and richest armour, whoo Would none at all have worne onlesse he forced were thertoo? And I with shame bee put besyde my cousin germanes gifts Bycause to shun the formest brunt of warres I sought no shifts? Would God this mischeef mayster had in verrye deede beene mad, Or else beleeved so to bee: and that wee never had Brought such a panion unto Troy. Then should not Paeans sonne In Lemnos like an outlawe to the shame of all us wonne. Who lurking now (as men report) in woodes and caves, dooth move The verry flints with syghes and grones, and prayers to God above To send Ulysses his desert. Which prayer (if there bee A God) must one day take effect. And now beehold how hee By othe a Souldier of our Camp, yea and as well as wee A Capteine too, alas, (who was by Hercules assignde To have the keeping of his shafts,) with payne and hungar pynde, Is clad and fed with fowles, and dribs his arrowes up and downe At birds, which were by destinye preparde to stroy Troy towne. Yit liveth hee bycause hee is not still in companie With sly Ulysses. Palamed that wretched knyght perdie, Would eeke he had abandond beene. For then should still the same Have beene alyve: or at the least have dyde without our shame. But this companion bearing (ah) too well in wicked mynd


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 His madnesse which sir Palamed by wisdome out did fynd, Appeached him of treason that he practysde to betray The Greekish hoste. And for to vouch the fact, he shewd streyght way A masse of goold that he himself had hidden in his tent, And forged Letters which he feynd from Priam to bee sent. Thus eyther by his murthring men or else by banishment Abateth hee the Greekish strength. This is Ulysses fyght. This is the feare he puttes men in. But though he had more might Than Nestor hath, in eloquence he shal not compasse mee To think his leawd abandoning of Nestor for to bee No fault: who beeing cast behynd by wounding of his horse, And slowe with age, with calling on Ulysses waxing hoarce, Was nerethelesse betrayd by him. Sir Diomed knowes this cryme Is unsurmysde. For he himselfe did at that present tyme Rebuke him oftentymes by name, and feercely him upbrayd With flying from his fellowe so who stood in neede of ayd. With ryghtfull eyes dooth God behold the deedes of mortall men. Lo, he that helped not his freend wants help himself agen. And as he did forsake his freend in tyme of neede: so hee Did in the selfsame perrill fall forsaken for to bee. He made a rod to beat himself. He calld and cryed out Uppon his fellowes. Streight I came: and there I saw the lout Bothe quake and shake for feare of death, and looke as pale as clout. I set my sheeld betweene him and his foes, and him bestrid: And savde the dastards lyfe. Small prayse redoundes of that I did. But if thou wilt contend with mee, lets to the selfesame place Agein: bee wounded as thou wart: and in the foresayd case Of feare, beset about with foes: cowch underneath my sheeld: And then contend thou with mee there amid the open feeld. Howbee't, I had no sooner rid this champion of his foes, But where for woundes he scarce before could totter on his toes, He ran away apace, as though he nought at all did ayle. Anon commes Hector to the feeld and bringeth at his tayle The Goddes. Not only thy hart there (Ulysses) did thee fayle, But even the stowtest courages and stomacks gan to quayle. So great a terrour brought he in. Yit in the midds of all His bloody ruffe, I coapt with him, and with a foyling fall


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 Did overthrowe him to the ground. Another tyme, when hee Did make a chalendge, you my Lordes by lot did choose out mee, And I did match him hand to hand. Your wisshes were not vayne. For if you aske mee what successe our combate did obteine, I came away unvanquished. Behold the men of Troy Brought fyre and swoord, and all the feendes our navye to destroy. And where was slye Ulysses then with all his talk so smooth? This brest of myne was fayne to fence your thousand shippes forsooth, The hope of your returning home. For saving that same day So many shippes, this armour give. But (if that I shall say The truth) the greater honour now this armour beares away. And our renownes togither link. For (as of reason ought) An Ajax for this armour, not an armour now is sought For Ajax. Let Dulychius match with theis, the horses whyght Of Rhesus, dastard Dolon, and the coward carpetknyght King Priams Helen, and the stelth of Palladye by nyght. Of all theis things was nothing doone by day nor nothing wrought Without the helpe of Diomed. And therefore if yee thought To give them to so small deserts, devyde the same, and let Sir Diomed have the greater part. But what should Ithacus get And if he had them, who dooth all his matters in the dark, Who never weareth armour, who shootes ay at his owne mark To trappe his fo by stelth unwares? The very headpeece may With brightnesse of the glistring gold his privie feates bewray And shew him lurking. Neyther well of force Dulychius were The weyght of great Achilles helme uppon his pate to weare. It cannot but a burthen bee (and that ryght great) to beare (With those same shrimpish armes of his) Achilles myghty speare. Agen his target graven with the whole huge world theron Agrees not with a fearefull hand, and cheefly such a one As taketh filching even by kynd. Thou Lozell, thou doost seeke A gift that will but weaken thee, which if the folk of Greeke Shall give thee through theyr oversyght, it will be unto thee Occasion, of thyne emnyes spoyld not feared for to bee, And flyght (wherein thou, coward, thou all others mayst outbrag) Will hindred bee when after thee such masses thou shalt drag. Moreover this thy sheeld that feeles so seeld the force of fyght


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 Is sound. But myne is gasht and hakt and stricken thurrough quyght A thousand tymes, with bearing blowes. And therfore myne must walk And put another in his stead. But what needes all this talk? Lets now bee seene another whyle what eche of us can doo. The thickest of our armed foes this armour throwe into, And bid us fetch the same fro thence. And which of us dooth fetch The same away, reward yee him therewith. Thus farre did stretch The woordes of Aiax. At the ende whereof there did ensew A muttring of the souldiers, till Laertis sonne the prew Stood up, and raysed soberly his eyliddes from the ground (On which he had a little whyle them pitched in a stound) And looking on the noblemen who longd his woordes to heere He thus began with comly grace and sober pleasant cheere: My Lordes, if my desyre and yours myght erst have taken place, It should not at this present tyme have beene a dowtfull cace, What person hath most ryght to this great pryse for which wee stryve. Achilles should his armour have, and wee still him alyve. Whom sith that cruell destinie to both of us denyes, (With that same woord as though he wept, he wypte his watry eyes) What wyght of reason rather ought to bee Achilles heyre, Than he through whom to this your camp Achilles did repayre? Alonly let it not avayle sir Aiax heere, that hee Is such a dolt and grossehead, as he shewes himself to bee Ne let my wit (which ay hath done you good, O Greekes) hurt mee. But suffer this mine eloquence (such as it is) which now Dooth for his mayster speake, and oft ere this hath spoke for yow, Bee undisdeynd. Let none refuse his owne good gifts he brings. For as for stocke and auncetors, and other such like things Wherof our selves no fownders are, I scarcely dare them graunt To bee our owne. But forasmuch as Aiax makes his vaunt To bee the fowrth from Ioue: even Ioue the founder is also Of my house: and than fowre descents I am from him no mo. Laërtes is my father, and Arcesius his, and hee Begotten was of Iupiter. And in this pedegree Is neyther any damned soule, nor outlaw as yee see. Moreover by my moothers syde I come of Mercuree, Another honor to my house. Thus both by fathers syde


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 And moothers (as you may perceyve) I am to Goddes alyde. But neyther for bycause I am a better gentleman Then Ajax by the moothers syde, nor that my father can Avouch himself ungiltye of his brothers blood, doo I This armour clayme. Wey you the case by merits uprightly, Provyded no prerogatyve of birthryght Ajax beare, For that his father Telamon, and Peleus brothers were. Let only prowesse in this pryse the honour beare away. Or if the case on kinrid or on birthryght seeme to stay, His father Peleus is alive, and Pyrrhus eeke his sonne. What tytle then can Ajax make? This geere of ryght should woone To Phthya, or to Scyros Ile. And Tewcer is as well Achilles uncle as is hee. Yit dooth not Tewcer mell. And if he did, should hee obteyne? Well, sith the cace dooth rest On tryall which of us can prove his dooings to bee best, I needes must say my deedes are mo than well I can expresse: Yit will I shew them orderly as neere as I can gesse. Foreknowing that her sonne should dye, the Lady Thetis hid Achilles in a maydes attyre. By which fyne slyght shee did All men deceyve, and Ajax too. This armour in a packe With other womens tryflyng toyes I caryed on my backe, A bayte to treyne a manly hart. Appareld like a mayd Achilles tooke the speare and sheeld in hand, and with them playd. Then sayd I: O thou Goddesse sonne, why shouldst thou bee afrayd To raze great Troy, whoose overthrowe for thee is onely stayd? And laying hand uppon him I did send him (as you see) To valeant dooings meete for such a valeant man as hee. And therfore all the deedes of him are my deedes. I did wound King Teleph with his speare, and when he lay uppon the ground, I was intreated with the speare to heale him safe and sound. That Thebe lyeth overthrowne, is my deede. You must think I made the folk of Lesbos for to shrink. Both Chryse and Cillas, Phebus townes, and Scyros I did take. And my ryght hand Lyrnessus walles to ground did levell make. I gave you him that should confound (besydes a number mo) The valeant Hector. Hector, that our most renowmed fo, Is slayne by mee. This armour heere I sue agein to have


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 This armour by the which I found Achilles. I it gave Achilles whyle he was alive: and now that he is gone I clayme it as myne owne agein. What tyme the greefe of one Had perst the harts of all the Greekes, and that our thousand sayle At Awlis by Ewboya stayd, bycause the wyndes did fayle, Continewing eyther none at all or cleene ageinst us long, And that our Agamemnon was by destnyes overstrong Commaunded for to sacrifyse his giltlesse daughter to Diana, which her father then refusing for to doo Was angry with the Godds themselves, and though he were a king Continued also fatherlyke: by reason, I did bring His gentle nature to relent for publike profits sake. I must confesse (whereat his grace shall no displeasure take) Before a parciall judge I undertooke a ryght hard cace. Howbeeit for his brothers sake, and for the royall mace Committed, and his peoples weale, at length he was content To purchace prayse wyth blood. Then was I to the moother sent, Who not perswaded was to bee, but compast with sum guyle. Had Ajax on this errand gone, our shippes had all this whyle Lyne still there yit for want of wynd. Moreover I was sent To Ilion as ambassadour. I boldly thither went, And entred and behilld the Court, wherin there was as then Great store of princes, Dukes, Lords, knyghts, and other valeant men. And yit I boldly nerethelesse my message did at large The which the whole estate of Greece had given mee erst in charge. I made complaint of Paris, and accusde him to his head. Demaunding restitution of Queene Helen that same sted And of the bootye with her tane. Both Priamus the king And eeke Antenor his alye the woordes of mee did sting. And Paris and his brothers, and the resdew of his trayne That under him had made the spoyle, could hard and scarce refrayne There wicked hands. You, Menelay, doo know I doo not feyne. And that day was the first in which wee joyntly gan susteyne A tast of perrills, store whereof did then behind remayne. It would bee overlong to tell eche profitable thing That during this long lasting warre I well to passe did bring, By force as well as pollycie. For after that the furst


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 Encounter once was overpast, our emnyes never durst Give battell in the open feeld, but hild themselves within Theyr walles and bulwarks till the tyme the tenth yeere did begin, Now what didst thou of all that whyle, that canst doo nought but streeke? Or to what purpose servedst thou? For if thou my deedes seeke, I practysd sundry pollycies to trappe our foes unware: I fortifyde our Camp with trench which heretofore lay bare: I hartned our companions with a quiet mynd to beare The longnesse of the weery warre: I taught us how wee were Bothe to bee fed and furnished: and to and fro I went To places where the Counsell thought most meete I should bee sent. Behold the king deceyved in his dreame by false pretence Of Joves commaundement, bade us rayse our seedge and get us hence. The author of his dooing so may well bee his defence. Now Ajax should have letted this, and calld them backe ageine To sacke the towne of Troy. He should have fought with myght and maine. Why did he not restreyne them when they ready were to go? Why tooke he not his swoord in hand? why gave he not as tho Sum counsell for the fleeting folk to follow at the brunt? In fayth it had a tryfle beene to him that ay is woont Such vaunting in his mouth to have. But he himself did fly As well as others. I did see, and was ashamed, I, To see thee when thou fledst, and didst prepare so cowardly To sayle away. And thereuppon I thus aloud did cry: What meene yee, sirs? what madnesse dooth you move to go to shippe And suffer Troy as good as tane, thus out of hand to slippe? What else this tenth yeere beare yee home than shame? with such like woord And other, (which the eloquence of sorrowe did avoord,) I brought them from theyr flying shippes. Then Agamemnon calld Toogither all the capteines who with feare were yit appalld. But Ajax durst not then once creake. Yit durst Thersites bee So bold as rayle uppon the kings, and he was payd by mee For playing so the sawcye Jacke. Then stood I on my toes And to my fearefull countrymen gave hart ageinst theyr foes. And shed new courage in theyr mynds through talk that fro mee goes. From that tyme foorth what ever thing hath valeantly atcheeved By this good fellow beene, is myne, whoo him from flyght repreeved.


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 And now to touche thee: which of all the Greekes commendeth thee? Or seeketh thee? But Diomed communicates with mee His dooings, and alloweth mee, and thinkes him well apayd To have Ulysses ever as companion at the brayd. And sumwhat woorth you will it graunt (I trow) alone for mee Out of so many thousand Greekes by Diomed pikt to bee. No lot compelled mee to go, and yit I setting lyght As well the perrill of my foes as daunger of the nyght, Killd Dolon who about the selfsame feate that nyght did stray, That wee went out for. But I first compelld him to bewray All things concerning faythlesse Troy, and what it went about. When all was learnd, and nothing left behynd to harken out, I myght have then come home with prayse. I was not so content. Proceeding further to the Camp of Rhesus streyght I went, And killed bothe himself and all his men about his tent. And taking bothe his chariot and his horses which were whyght, Returned home in tryumph like a conquerour from fyght. Denye you mee the armour of the man whoose steedes the fo Requyred for his playing of the spye a nyght, and so May Ajax bee more kynd to mee than you are. What should I Declare unto you how my sword did waste ryght valeantly Sarpedons hoste of Lycia? I by force did overthrowe Alastor, Crome, and Ceranos, and Haly on a rowe. Alcander, and Noemon too, and Prytanis besyde, And Thoon and Theridamas, and Charops also dyde By mee, and so did Ewnomos enforst by cruell fate. And many mo in syght of Troy I slew of bacer state. There also are (O countrymen) about mee woundings, which The place of them make beawtyfull. See heere (his hand did twich His shirt asyde) and credit not vayne woordes. Lo heere the brist That alwayes to bee one in your affayres hath never mist. And yit of all this whyle no droppe of blood hath Ajax spent Uppon his fellowes. Woundlesse is his body and unrent. But what skills that, as long as he is able for to vaunt He fought against bothe Troy and Jove to save our fleete? I graunt He did so. For I am not of such nature as of spyght Well dooings to deface: so that he chalendge not the ryght


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 Of all men to himself alone, and that he yeeld to mee Sum share, whoo of the honour looke a partener for to bee. Patroclus also having on Achilles armour, sent The Trojans and theyr leader hence, to burne our navye bent. And yit thinks hee that none durst meete with Hector saving hee, Forgetting bothe the king, and eeke his brother, yea and mee. Where hee himself was but the nyneth, appoynted by the king, And by the fortune of his lot preferd to doo the thing. But now for all your valeantnesse, what Issue had I pray Your combate? Shall I tell? Forsoothe, that Hector went his way And had no harme. Now wo is mee how greeveth it my hart To think uppon that season when the bulwark of our part Achilles dyde. When neyther teares, nor greef, nor feare could make Mee for to stay, but that uppon theis shoulders I did take, I say uppon theis shoulders I Achilles body tooke, And this same armour claspt theron, which now to weare I looke. Sufficient strength I have to beare as great a weyght as this, And eeke a hart wherein regard of honour rooted is. Think you that Thetis for her sonne so instantly besought Sir Vulcane this same heavenly gift to give her, which is wrought With such exceeding cunning, to th'entent a souldier that Hath neyther wit nor knowledge should it weare? He knowes not what The things ingraven on the sheeld doo meene. Of Ocean se, Of land, of heaven, and of the starres no skill at all hath he. The Beare that never dyves in sea he dooth not understand, The Pleyads, nor the Hyads, nor the cities that doo stand Uppon the earth, nor yit the swoord that Orion holdes in hand. He seekes to have an armour of the which he hath no skill. And yit in fynding fault with mee bycause I had no will To follow this same paynfull warre and sought to shonne the same, And made it sumwhat longer tyme before I thither came, He sees not how hee speakes reproch to stout Achilles name. For if to have dissembled in this case, yee count a cryme, Wee both offenders bee. Or if protracting of the tyme Yee count blame woorthye, yit was I the tymelyer of us twayne. Achilles loving moother him, my wyfe did mee deteyne. The former tyme was given to them, the rest was given to yow.


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 And therefore doo I little passe although I could not now Defend my fault, sith such a man of prowesse, birth and fame As was Achilles, was with mee offender in the same. But yit was he espyed by Ulysses wit, but nat Ulysses by sir Ajax wit. And lest yee woonder at The rayling of this foolish dolt at mee, hee dooth object Reproche to you. For if that I offended to detect Sir Palamed of forged fault, could you without your shame Arreyne him, and condemne him eeke to suffer for the same? But neyther could sir Palamed excuse him of the cryme So heynous and so manifest: and you your selves that tyme Not onely his indytement heard, but also did behold His deed avowched to his face by bringing in the gold. And as for Philoctetes, that he is in Lemnos, I Deserve not to bee toucht therwith. Defend your cryme: for why You all consented therunto. Yit doo I not denye, But that I gave the counsell to convey him out of way From toyle of warre and travell that by rest he myght assay To ease the greatnesse of his peynes. He did thereto obey And by so dooing is alyve. Not only faythfull was This counsell that I gave the man, but also happye, as The good successe hath shewed since. Whom sith the destnyes doo Requyre in overthrowing Troy, appoynt not mee thertoo: But let sir Ajax rather go. For he with eloquence Or by some suttle pollycie, shall bring the man fro thence And pacyfie him raging through disease, and wrathfull ire. Nay, first the river Simois shall to his spring retyre, And mountaine Ida shall theron have stonding never a tree, Yea and the faythlesse towne of Troy by Greekes shall reskewd bee, Before that Ajax blockish wit shall aught at all avayle, When my attempts and practyses in your affayres doo fayle. For though thou, Philoctetes, with the king offended bee, And with thy fellowes everychone, and most of all with mee, Although thou cursse and ban mee to the hellish pit for ay, And wisshest in thy payne that I by chaunce myght crosse thy way, Of purpose for to draw my blood: yit will I give assay To fetch thee hither once ageine. And (if that fortune say


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 Amen,) I will as well have thee and eeke thyne arrowes, as I have the Trojane prophet whoo by mee surprysed was, Or as I did the Oracles and Trojane fates disclose, Or as I from her chappell through the thickest of her foes The Phrygian Pallads image fetcht: and yit dooth Ajax still Compare himself with mee. Yee knowe it was the destinyes will That Troy should never taken bee by any force, untill This Image first were got. And where was then our valeant knight Sir Ajax? Where the stately woordes of such a hardy wyght? Why feareth hee? Why dares Ulysses ventring through the watch Commit his persone to the nyght his buysnesse to dispatch? And through the pykes not only for to passe the garded wall But also for to enter to the strongest towre of all And for to take the Idoll from her Chappell and her shryne And beare her thence amid his foes? For had this deede of myne Beene left undoone, in vayne his sheeld of Oxen hydes seven fold Should yit the Sonne of Telamon have in his left hand hold. That nyght subdewed I Troy towne. That nyght did I it win, And opened it for you likewyse with ease to enter in. Cease to upbrayd mee by theis lookes and mumbling woordes of thyne With Diomed: his prayse is in this fact as well as myne. And thou thy selfe when for our shippes thou diddest in reskew stand, Wart not alone: the multitude were helping thee at hand. I had but only one with mee. Whoo (if he had not thought A wyseman better than a strong, and that preferment ought Not alway followe force of hand) would now himself have sought This Armour. So would toother Ajax better stayed doo, And feerce Ewrypyle, and the sonne of hault Andremon too. No lesse myght eeke Idominey, and eeke Meriones, His countryman, and Menelay. For every one of these Are valeant men of hand, and not inferior unto thee In martiall feates. And yit they are contented rulde to bee By myne advyce. Thou hast a hand that serveth well in fyght. Thou hast a wit that stands in neede of my direction ryght. Thy force is witlesse. I have care of that that may ensew. Thou well canst fyght: the king dooth choose the tymes for fyghting dew By myne advyce. Thou only with thy body canst avayle.


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 But I with bodye and with mynd to profite doo not fayle, And looke how much the mayster dooth excell the gally slave, Or looke how much preheminence the Capteine ought to have Above his souldyer: even so much excell I also thee. A wit farre passing strength of hand inclosed is in mee. In wit rests cheefly all my force. My Lordes, I pray bestowe This gift on him who ay hath beene your watchman as yee knowe. And for my tenne yeeres cark and care endured for your sake Full recompence for my deserts with this same honour make. Our labour draweth to an end, all lets are now by mee Dispatched. And by bringing Troy in cace to taken bee I have already taken it. Now by the hope that yee Conceyve, within a whyle of Troy the mine for to see, And by the Goddes of whom alate our emnyes I bereft, And as by wisedome to bee doone yit any thing is left, If any bold aventrous deede, or any perlous thing, That asketh hazard both of lyfe and limb to passe to bring, Or if yee think of Trojane fates there yit dooth ought remayne, Remember mee. Or if from mee this armour you restrayne, Bestowe it on this same. With that he shewed with his hand Minervas fatall image, which hard by in syght did stand. The Lords were moved with his woordes, and then appeared playne The force that is in eloquence. The lerned man did gayne The armour of the valeant. He that did so oft susteine Alone both fyre, and swoord, and Jove, and Hector could not byde One brunt of wrath. And whom no force could vanquish ere that tyde, Now only anguish overcommes. He drawes his swoord and sayes: Well: this is myne yit. Unto this no clayme Ulysses layes. This must I use ageinst myself: this blade that heretofore Hath bathed beene in Trojane blood, must now his mayster gore That none may Ajax overcome save Ajax. With that woord Into his brest (not wounded erst) he thrust his deathfull swoord. His hand to pull it out ageine unable was. The blood Did spout it out. Anon the ground bestayned where he stood, Did breede the pretye purple flowre uppon a clowre of greene, Which of the wound of Hyacinth had erst engendred beene. The selfsame letters eeke that for the chyld were written than,


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Rh yet been given to the investigation of Man's mind as a natural phenomenon and one which can be better understood to the immense advantage of the race.

The mind of Man—it matters not for my immediate argument whether it be regarded as having arisen normally or abnormally from the mind of animals—is obviously the one and all-powerful instrument with which he has contended, and is destined hereafter to contend, against extra-human Nature. It is no less important for him to know the quality, the capacity, the mode of operation of this instrument, its beginnings and its limitations, than it is for him to know the minutest details of the workings of Nature. Just as much in the one case as in the other, it is impossible for him to trust to the imperfect analysis made by ancient races of men and the traditions and fancies handed down in old writings—produced by generations who had not arrived at the method of investigation which we now can apply. Experiment upon the mental processes of animals and of Man is greatly needed. Only here and there has anything been done in this direction. Most promising results have been obtained by such observations as those on hypnotism and on various diseased and abnormal states of the brain. But the subject is so little explored that wild and untested assertions as to the powers of the mind are current and have given rise to strange beliefs, accepted by many seriously-intentioned men and women. We boldly operate upon the minds of children in our systems of education without really knowing what we are doing. We blindly assume that the owners of certain minds, traditionally trained in amusing elegancies, are fit to govern their fellow men and administer vast provinces; we assume that the discovery and

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38 of Nature's processes must be the work of very few and peculiar minds; that if we take care of the body the mind will take care of itself. We know really nothing of the heredity of mental qualities, nor how to estimate their presence or absence in the young so as to develop the mind to greatest advantage. We know the pain and the penalty of muscular fatigue, but we play with the brains of young and old as though they were indestructible machinery. What is called experimental psychology is only in its infancy, but it is of urgent necessity that it should be systematically pursued by the application of public funds in order that Man may know how to make the best use of his only weapon in his struggle to control Nature.

Even the slight and rapid review just given of Man's position, face to face with Nature, enables us to see what a tremendous step he has taken, what desperate conditions he has created by the wonderful exercise of his will; how much he has done and can do to control the order of Nature, and how urgent it is, beyond all that words can say, for him to apply his whole strength and capacity to gaining further control, so that he may accomplish his destiny and escape from misery.

It is obvious enough that Man is, at present, doing very little in this direction; so little that one seeks for an explanation of his apathy, his seeming paralysis.

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Rh those who expend the resources of the community, and as government officials undertake the organization of the defence and other great public services for the common good, shall put into practice the power of Nature-control which has been gained by mankind, and shall exert every sinew to obtain more. To effect this, the democracy will demand that those who carry on public affairs shall not be persons solely acquainted with the elegant fancies and stories of past ages, but shall be trained in the acquisition of natural knowledge and keenly active in the skilful application of Nature-control to the development of the well-being of the community.

It would not be necessary to wait for this pressure from below were the well-to-do class—which in most modern States exercises so large an influence both in the actual administration of Governments and by example—so situated as to be in any way aware of the responsibilities which rest upon it. Traditional education has, owing to causes which are not far to seek, deprived the well-to-do class of a knowledge of, and interest in, Man's relation to Nature, and of his power and necessity to control natural processes. During the whole period of the growth of man's knowledge of Nature—that is to say, ever since the days of Bruno—the education of the well-to-do has been directed to the acquirement of entertaining information and elegant accomplishments, whilst 'useful knowledge' has been despised and obtained, when considered necessary, from lower-class 'workmen' at workmen's wages. It is of course not to be overlooked that there have been notable exceptions to this, but they have been exceptions. Even at the present day, in some

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 Were now againe amid the flowre new written for the man. The former tyme complaynt, the last a name did represent. Ulysses, having wonne the pryse, within a whyle was sent To Thoants and Hysiphiles realme, the land defamde of old For murthering all the men therin by women over bold. At length attayning land and lucke according to his mynd, To carry Hercles arrowes backe he set his sayles to wynd. Which when he with the lord of them among the Greekes had brought, And of the cruell warre at length the utmost feate had wrought, At once both Troy and Priam fell. And Priams wretched wife Lost (after all) her womans shape, and barked all her lyfe In forreine countrye. In the place that bringeth to a streight The long spred sea of Ilion burne in height. The kindled fyre with blazing flame continewed unalayd, And Priam with his aged blood Joves Altar had berayd. And Phebus preestesse casting up her handes to heaven on hye, Was dragd and haled by the heare. The Grayes most spyghtfully (As eche of them had prisoners tane in meede of victorye) Did drawe the Trojane wyves away, who lingring whyle they mought Among the burning temples of theyr Goddes, did hang about Theyr sacred shrynes and images. Astyanax downe was cast From that same turret from the which his moother in tyme past Had shewed him his father stand oft fyghting to defend Himself and that same famous realme of Troy that did descend From many noble auncetors. And now the northerne wynd With prosperous blasts, to get them thence did put the Greekes in mynd. The shipmen went aboord, and hoyst up sayles, and made fro thence. Adeew deere Troy (the women cryde), wee haled are from hence. And therwithall they kist the ground, and left yit smoking still Theyr native houses. Last of all tooke shippe ageinst her will Queene Hecub: who (a piteous cace to see) was found amid The tumbes in which her sonnes were layd. And there as Hecub did Embrace theyr chists and kisse theyr bones, Ulysses voyd of care Did pull her thence. Yit raught shee up, and in her boosom bare Away a crum of Hectors dust, and left on Hectors grave Her hory heares and teares, which for poore offrings shee him gave. Ageinst the place where Ilion was, there is another land


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 Manured by the Biston men. In this same Realme did stand King Polemnestors palace riche, to whom king Priam sent His little infant Polydore to foster, to th'entent He might bee out of daunger from the warres: wherin he ment Ryght wysely, had he not with him great riches sent, a bayt To stirre a wicked covetous mynd to treason and deceyt. For when the state of Thrace Did cut his nurcechylds weazant, and (as though the sinfull cace Toogither with the body could have quyght beene put away) He threw him also in the sea. It happened by the way, That Agamemnon was compeld with all his fleete to stay Uppon the coast of Thrace, untill the sea were wexen calme, And till the hideous stormes did cease, and furious wynds were falne. Heere rysing gastly from the ground which farre about him brake, Achilles with a threatning looke did like resemblance make As when at Agamemnon he his wrongfull swoord did shake, And sayd: Unmyndfull part yee hence of mee, O Greekes, and must My merits thanklesse thus with mee be buryed in the dust? Nay, doo not so. But to th'entent my death dew honour have, Let Polyxene in sacrifyse bee slayne uppon my grave. Thus much he sayd: and shortly his companions dooing as By vision of his cruell ghost commaundment given them was, Did fetch her from her mothers lappe, whom at that tyme, well neere, In that most great adversitie alonly shee did cheere. The haultye and unhappye mayd, and rather to bee thought A man than woman, to the tumb with cruell hands was brought, To make a cursed sacrifyse. Whoo mynding constantly Her honour, when shee standing at the Altar prest to dye, Perceyvd the savage ceremonies in making ready, and The cruell Neoptolemus with naked swoord in hand Stand staring with ungentle eyes uppon her gentle face, She sayd: Now use thou when thou wilt my gentle blood. The cace Requyres no more delay. Bestow thy weapon in my chest, Or in my throte: (in saying so shee proferred bare her brest, And eeke her throte). Assure your selves it never shalbee seene, That any wyght shall (by my will) have slave of Polyxeene. Howbee't with such a sacrifyse no God yee can delyght.


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 I would desyre no more but that my wretched moother myght Bee ignorant of this my death. My moother hindreth mee, And makes the pleasure of my death much lesser for to bee. Howbeeit not the death of mee should justly greeve her hart: But her owne lyfe. Now to th'entent I freely may depart To Limbo, stand yee men aloof: and sith I aske but ryght Forebeare to touch mee. So my blood unsteyned in his syght Shall farre more acceptable been what ever wyght he bee Whom you prepare to pacifye by sacrifysing mee. Yit (if that these last woordes of myne may purchace any grace), I, daughter of king Priam erst, and now in prisoners cace, Beeseeche you all unraunsomed to render to my moother My bodye: and for buriall of the same to take none other Reward than teares: for whyle shee could shee did redeeme with gold. This sayd: the teares that shee forbare the people could not hold. And even the verry preest himself full sore ageinst his will And weeping, thrust her through the brest which she hild stoutly still. Shee sinking softly to the ground with faynting legges, did beare Even to the verry latter gasp a countnance voyd of feare. And when shee fell, shee had a care such parts of her to hyde, As womanhod and chastitie forbiddeth to be spyde. The Trojane women tooke her up, and moorning reckened King Priams children, and what blood that house alone had shed. They syghde for fayer Polyxeene: they syghed eeke for thee Who late wart Priams wyfe, whoo late wart counted for to bee The flowre of Asia in his flowre, and Queene of moothers all: But now the bootye of the fo as evill lot did fall, And such a bootye as the sly Ulysses did not passe Uppon her, saving that erewhyle shee Hectors moother was. So hardly for his moother could a mayster Hector fynd. Embracing in her aged armes the bodye of the mynd That was so stout, shee powrd theron with sobbing syghes unsoft The teares that for her husband and her children had so oft And for her countrye sheaded beene. Shee weeped in her wound And kist her pretye mouth, and made her brist with shrekes to sound, According to her woonted guyse, and in the jellyed blood Beerayed all her grisild heare, and in a sorrowfull mood


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 Sayd theis and many other woordes with brest bescratcht and rent: O daughter myne, the last for whom thy moother may lament, (For what remaynes?) O daughter, thou art dead and gone. I see Thy wound which at the verry hart strikes mee as well as thee. And lest that any one of myne unwounded should depart, Thou also gotten hast a wound. Howbee't bycause thou wart A woman, I beleeved thee from weapon to bee free. But notwithstanding that thou art a woman, I doo see Thee slayne by swoord. Even he that kild thy brothers killeth thee, Achilles, the decay of Troy and maker bare of mee. What tyme that he of Paris shaft by Phebus meanes was slayne, I sayd of feerce Achilles now no feare dooth more remayne. But then, even then he most of all was feared for to bee. The asshes of him rageth still ageinst our race I see. Wee feele an emny of him dead and buryed in his grave. To feede Achilles furie, I a frutefull issue gave. Great Troy lyes under foote, and with a ryght great greevous fall The mischeeves of the common weale are fully ended all. But though to others Troy be gone, yit standes it still to mee: My sorrowes ronne as fresh a race as ever and as free. I late ago a sovereine state, advaunced with such store Of daughters, sonnes, and sonneinlawes, and husband over more And daughtrinlawes, am caryed like an outlawe bare and poore, By force and violence haled from my childrens tumbes, to bee Presented to Penelope a gift, who shewing mee In spinning my appoynted taske, shall say: This same is shee That was sumtyme king Priams wyfe, this was the famous moother Of Hector. And now after losse of such a sort of other, Thou (whoo alonly in my greefe my comfort didst remayne,) To pacifye our emnyes wrath uppon his tumb art slayne. Thus bare I deathgyfts for my foes. To what intent am I Most wretched wyght remayning still? Why doo I linger? Why Dooth hurtfull age preserve mee still alive? To what intent, Yee cruell Goddes, reserve yee mee that hath already spent Too manye yeeres, onlesse it bee new buryalls for to see? And whoo would think that Priamus myght happy counted bee Sith Troy is razed? Happy man is hee in being dead.


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 His lyfe and kingdoome he forwent toogither: and this stead He sees not thee, his daughter, slaine. But peradventure thou Shall like the daughter of a king have sumptuous buryall now, And with thy noble auncetors thy bodye layd shall bee. Our linage hath not so good lucke. The most that shall to thee Bee yeelded are thy moothers teares, and in this forreine land To hyde thy murthered corce withall a little heape of sand. For all is lost. Nay yit remaynes (for whome I well can fynd In hart to live a little whyle) an imp unto my mynd Most deere, now only left alone, sumtyme of many mo The yoongest, little Polydore, delivered late ago To Polemnestor, king of Thrace, whoo dwelles within theis bounds. But wherefore doo I stay so long in wasshing of her wounds, And face berayd with gory blood? In saying thus, shee went To seaward with an aged pace and hory heare beerent. And (wretched woman) as shee calld for pitchers for to drawe Up water, shee of Polydore on shore the carkesse sawe, And eeke the myghty wounds at which the Tyrants swoord went thurrow. The Trojane Ladyes shreeked out. But shee was dumb for sorrow. The anguish of her hart forclosde as well her speech as eeke Her teares devowring them within. Shee stood astonyed leeke As if shee had beene stone. One whyle the ground shee staard uppon. Another whyle a gastly looke shee kest to heaven. Anon Shee looked on the face of him that lay before her killd. Sumtymes his woundes, (his woundes I say) shee specially behilld. And therwithall shee armd her selfe and furnisht her with ire: Wherethrough as soone as that her hart was fully set on fyre, As though shee still had beene a Queene, to vengeance shee her bent Enforcing all her witts to fynd some kynd of ponnishment. And as a Lyon robbed of her whelpes becommeth wood, And taking on the footing of her emnye where hee stood, Purseweth him though out of syght: even so Queene Hecubee (Now having meynt her teares with wrath) forgetting quyght that shee Was old, but not her princely hart, to Polemnestor went The cursed murtherer, and desyrde his presence to th'entent To shew to him a masse of gold (so made shee her pretence) Which for her lyttle Polydore was hid not farre from thence.


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 The Thracian king beleeving her, as eager of the pray, Went with her to a secret place. And as they there did stay, With flattring and deceytfull toong he thus to her did say: Make speede I prey thee, Hecuba, and give thy sonne this gold. I sweare by God it shall bee his, as well that I doo hold Already, as that thou shalt give. Uppon him speaking so, And swearing and forswearing too, shee looked sternely tho, And beeing sore inflaamd with wrath, caught hold uppon him, and Streyght calling out for succor to the wyves of Troy at hand Did in the traytors face bestowe her nayles, and scratched out His eyes, her anger gave her hart and made her strong and stout. Shee thrust her fingars in as farre as could bee, and did bore Not now his eyes (for why his eyes were pulled out before) But bothe the places of the eyes berayd with wicked blood. The Thracians at theyr Tyrannes harme for anger wexing wood, Began to scare the Trojane wyves with darts and stones. Anon Queene Hecub ronning at a stone, with gnarring seazd theron, And wirryed it beetweene her teeth. And as shee opte her chappe To speake, in stead of speeche shee barkt. The place of this missehappe Remayneth still, and of the thing there done beares yit the name. Long myndfull of her former illes, shee sadly for the same Went howling in the feeldes of Thrace. Her fortune moved not Her Trojans only, but the Greekes her foes to ruthe: her lot Did move even all the Goddes to ruthe: and so effectually, That Hecub to deserve such end even Juno did denye. Although the Morning of the selfsame warres had favorer beene: Shee had no leysure to lament the fortune of the Queene, Nor on the slaughters and the fall of Ilion for to think. A household care more neerer home did in her stomacke sink, For Memnon her beloved sonne, whom dying shee behild Uppon the feerce Achilles speare amid the Phrygian feeld. She saw it, and her ruddy hew with which shee woonted was To dye the breaking of the day, did into palenesse passe: And all the skye was hid with clowdes. But when his corce was gone To burningward, shee could not fynd in hart to looke theron: But with her heare about her eares shee kneeled downe before The myghtye Jove, and thus gan speake unto him weeping sore:


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 Of al that have theyr dwelling place uppon the golden skye The lowest (for through all the world the feawest shrynes have I) But yit a Goddesse, I doo come, not that thou shouldst decree That Altars, shrynes, and holydayes bee made to honour mee. Yit if thou marke how much that I a woman doo for thee, In keeping nyght within her boundes, by bringing in the light, Thou well mayst thinke mee worthy sum reward to clayme of ryght. But neyther now is that the thing the Morning cares to have, Ne yit her state is such as now dew honour for to crave. Bereft of my deere Memnon who in fyghting valeantly To help his uncle, (so it was your will, O Goddes) did dye Of stout Achilles sturdye speare even in his flowring pryme, I sue to thee, O king of Goddes, to doo him at this tyme Sum honour as a comfort of his death, and ease this hart Of myne which greatly greeved is with wound of percing smart. No sooner Jove hadgraunted dame Aurora her desyre But that the flame of Memnons corce that burned in the fyre Did fall: and flaky rolles of smoke did dark the day, as when A foggy mist steames upward from a River or a fen, And suffreth not the Sonne to shyne within it. Blacke as cole The cinder rose: and into one round lump assembling whole Grew grosse, and tooke bothe shape and hew. The fyre did lyfe it send, The lyghtnesse of the substance self did wings unto it lend. And at the first it flittred like a bird: and by and by It flew a fethered bird in deede. And with that one gan fly Innumerable mo of selfsame brood: whoo once or twyce Did sore about the fyre, and made a piteous shreeking thryce. The fowrth tyme in theyr flying round, themselves they all withdrew In battells twayne, and feercely foorth of eyther syde one flew To fyght a combate. With theyr billes and hooked talants keene And with theyr wings couragiously they wreakt theyr wrathfull teene. And myndfull of the valeant man of whom they issued beene, They never ceased jobbing eche uppon the others brest, Untill they falling both downe dead with fyghting overprest, Had offred up theyr bodyes as a woorthy sacrifyse Unto theyr cousin Memnon who to Asshes burned lyes. Theis soodeine birds were named of the founder of theyr stocke:


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 For men doo call them Memnons birds. And every yeere a flocke Repayre to Memnons tumb, where twoo doo in the foresayd wyse In manner of a yeeremynd slea themselves in sacrifyse. Thus where as others did lament that Dymants daughter barkt, Auroras owne greef busyed her, that smally shee it markt Which thing shee to this present tyme with piteous teares dooth shewe: For through the universall world shee sheadeth moysting deawe. Yit suffred not the destinyes all hope to perrish quyght Togither with the towne of Troy. That good and godly knyght The sonne of Venus bare away by nyght uppon his backe His aged father and his Goddes, an honorable packe. Of all the riches of the towne that only pray he chose, So godly was his mynd: and like a bannisht man he goes By water with his owne yoong sonne Ascanius from the Ile Antandros, and he shonnes the shore of Thracia which ere whyle The wicked Tyrants treason did with Polydores blood defyle. And having wynd and tyde at will, he saufly wyth his trayne Arryved at Apollos towne where Anius then did reigne. Whoo being both Apollos preest and of that place the king, Did enterteyne him in his house and unto church him bring, And shewd him bothe the Citie and the temples knowen of old, And eeke the sacred trees by which Latona once tooke hold When shee of chyldbirth travailed. As soone as sacrifyse Was doone with Oxens inwards burnt according to the guyse, And casting incence in the fyre, and sheading wyne thereon, They joyfull to the court returnd, and there they took anon Repaste of meate and drink. Then sayd the good Anchyses this: O Phebus, sovereine preest, onlesse I take my markes amisse, (As I remember) when I first of all this towne did see, Fowre daughters and a sonne of thyne thou haddest heere with thee. King Anius shooke his head wheron he ware a myter whyght, And answerd thus: O noble prince, in fayth thou gessest ryght. Of children fyve a father then, thou diddest mee behold, Whoo now (with such unconstancie are mortall matters rolld) Am in a manner chyldlesse quyght. For what avayles my sonne Who in the Ile of Anderland a great way hence dooth wonne? Which country takes his name of him, and in the selfsayd place,


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 In stead of father, like a king he holdes the royall mace. Apollo gave his lot to him: and Bacchus for to showe His love, a greater gift uppon his susters did bestowe Then could bee wisht or credited. For whatsoever they Did towche, was turned into come, and wyne, and oyle streyghtway. And so theyr was riche use in them. As soone as that the fame Hereof to Agamemnons eares, the scourge of Trojans, came, Lest you myght tast your stormes alone and wee not feele the same In part, an hoste he hither sent, and whither I would or no Did take them from mee, forcing them among the Greekes to go To feede the Greekish army with theyr heavenly gift. But they Escapde whither they could by flyght. A couple tooke theyr way To Ile Ewboya: tother two to Anderland did fly, Theyr brothers Realme. An host of men pursewd them by and by, And threatened warre onlesse they were deliverde. Force of feare Subdewing nature, did constreyne the brother (men must beare With fearfulnesse) to render up his susters to theyr fo. For neyther was Aenaeas there, nor valeant Hector (who Did make your warre last ten yeeres long) the countrye to defend. Now when they should like prisoners have beene fettred, in the end They casting up theyr handes (which yit were free) to heaven, did cry To Bacchus for to succour them, who helpt them by and by, At leastwyse if it may bee termd a help, in woondrous wyse To alter folke. For never could I lerne ne can surmyse The manner how they lost theyr shape. The thing it selfe is knowen. With fethered wings as whyght as snow they quyght away are flowen Transformed into doovehouse dooves, thy wyfe dame Venus burdes. When that the time of meate was spent with theis and such like woordes, The table was removed streyght, and then they went to sleepe. Next morrow rysing up as soone as day began to peepe, They went to Phebus Oracle, which willed them to go Unto theyr moother countrey and the coastes theyr stocke came fro. King Anius bare them companie. And when away they shoold, He gave them gifts. Anchises had a scepter all of goold. Ascanius had a quiver and a Cloke right brave and trim. Aenaeas had a standing Cup presented unto him. The Thebane Therses whoo had been king Anius guest erewhyle


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 Did send it out of Thessaly: but Alcon one of Myle Did make the cuppe. And hee theron a story portrayd out. It was a Citie with seven gates in circuit round about, Which men myght easly all discerne. The gates did represent The Cities name, and showed playne what towne thereby was ment. Without the towne were funeralls a dooing for the dead, With herces, tapers, fyres, and tumbes. The wyves with ruffled head And stomacks bare pretended greef. The nymphes seemd teares to shead, And wayle the drying of theyr welles. The leavelesse trees did seare. And licking on the parched stones Goats romed heere and there. Behold amid this Thebane towne was lyvely portrayd out Echions daughters twayne, of which the one with courage stout Did prefer bothe her naked throte and stomacke to the knyfe: And tother with a manly hart did also spend her lyfe, For saufgard of her countryfolk: and how that theruppon They both were caryed solemly on herces, and anon Were burned in the cheefest place of all the Thebane towne. Then (least theyr linage should decay whoo dyde with such renowne,) Out of the Asshes of the maydes there issued twoo yong men, And they unto theyr moothers dust did obsequies agen. Thus much was graved curiously in auncient precious brasse, And on the brim a trayle of flowres of bearbrich gilded was. The Trojans also gave to him as costly giftes agen. Bycause he was Apollos preest they gave to him as then A Chist to keepe in frankincence. They gave him furthermore A Crowne of gold wherin were set of precious stones great store. Then calling to remembrance that the Trojans issued were Of Tewcers blood, they sayld to Crete. But long they could not there Abyde th'infection of the aire: and so they did forsake The hundred Cities, and with speede to Itayleward did make. The winter wexed hard and rough, and tost them verry sore. And when theyr shippes arrived were uppon the perlous shore Among the Strophad Iles, the bird Aello did them feare. The costes of Dulich, Ithaca, and Same they passed were, And eeke the Court of Neritus where wyse Ulysses reignd, And came to Ambrace for the which the Gods strong stryfe maynteind. There sawe they turned into stone the judge whoose image yit


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 At Actium in Appollos Church in signe therof dooth sit. They vewed also Dodon grove where Okes spake: and the coast Of Chaon where the sonnes of king Molossus scapt a most Ungracious fyre by taking wings. From thence they coasted by The countrye of the Pheaks fraught with frute abundantly. Then tooke they land in Epyre, and to Buthrotos they went Wheras the Trojane prophet dwelt, whoose reigne did represent An image of theyr auncient Troy. There being certifyde Of things to come by Helen (whoo whyle there they did abyde Informed them ryght faythfully of all that should betyde) They passed into Sicilie. With corners three this land Shootes out into the Sea: of which Pachinnus front dooth stand Ageinst the southcoast: Lilibye dooth face the gentle west, And Pelore unto Charlsis wayne dooth northward beare his brest. The Trojanes under Pelore gat with ores and prosprous tydes And in the even by Zanclye shore theyr fleete at anchor rydes. Uppon the left syde restlessely Charybdis ay dooth beate them, And swalloweth shippes and spewes them up as fast as it dooth eate them. And Scylla beateth on theyr ryght: which from the navell downe Is patched up with cruell curres: and upward to the crowne Dooth keepe the countnance of a mayd, and (if that all bee trew That Poets fayne) shee was sumtyme a mayd ryght fayre of hew. To her made many wooers sute: all which shee did eschew. And going to the salt Sea nymphes (to whom shee was ryght deere) She vaunted, to how many men shee gave the slippe that yeere. To whom the Lady Galate in kembing of her heare Sayd thus with syghes: But they that sought to thee (O Lady) were None other than of humane kynd, to whom without all feare Of harme, thou myghtest (as thou doost) give nay. But as for mee Although that I of Nereus and gray Doris daughter bee, And of my susters have with mee continually a gard, I could not scape the Cyclops love, but to my greef full hard. (With that her teares did stoppe her speeche.) As soone as that the mayd Had dryde them with her marble thomb, and moande the nymph, she sayd: Deere Goddesse, tell mee all your greef, and hyde it not from mee: For trust mee, I will unto you bothe true and secret bee. Then unto Cratyes daughter thus the nymph her playnt did frame:


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 Of Fawne and nymph Simethis borne was Acis, whoo became A joy to bothe his parents, but to mee the greater joy. For being but a sixteene yeeres of age, this fayre sweete boy Did take mee to his love, what tyme about his chyldish chin The tender heare like mossy downe to sprowt did first begin. I loved him beyond all Goddes forbod, and likewyse mee The Giant Cyclops. Neyther (if demaunded it should bee) I well were able for to tell you whither that the love Of Cyclops hate did more my stomacke move. There was no oddes betweene them. Oh deere Goddesse Venus, what A powre haste thou? Behold how even this owgly Giant that No sparke of meekenesse in him hath, whoo is a terrour to The verrye woodes, whom never guest nor straunger came unto Without displeasure, whoo the heavens and all the Goddes despyseth, Dooth feele what thing is love. The love of mee him so surpryseth, That Polypheme regarding not his sheepe and hollowe Cave, And having care to please dooth go about to make him brave. His sturre stiffe heare he kembeth nowe with strong and sturdy rakes, And with a sythe dooth marcussotte his bristled berd: and takes Delyght to looke uppon himself in waters, and to frame His countnance. Of his murtherous hart the wyldnesse wexeth tame. His unastaunched thyrst of blood is quenched: shippes may passe And repasse saufly. In the whyle that he in love thus was, One Telemus, Ewrymeds sonne, a man of passing skill In birdflyght, taking land that tyme in Sicill, went untill The orped Gyant Polypheme, and sayd: This one round eye That now amid thy forehead stands shall one day ere thou dye By sly Ulysses blinded bee. The Gyant laught therat, And sayd: O foolish soothsayre, thou deceyved art in that. For why another (even a wench) already hathe it blynded. Thus skorning him that told him truthe bycause he was hygh mynded, He eyther made the ground to shake in walking on the shore, Or rowzd him in his shadye Cave. With wedged poynt before There shoots a hill into the Sea: whereof the sea dooth beate On eyther syde. The one eyd feend came up and made his seate Theron, and after came his sheepe undriven. As soone as hee


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 Had at his foote layd downe his staffe which was a whole Pyne tree Well able for to bee a maast to any shippe, he takes His pype compact of fyvescore reedes, and therwithall he makes So loud a noyse that all the hilles and waters therabout Myght easly heere the shirlnesse of the shepeherds whistling out. I lying underneathe the rocke, and leaning in the lappe Of Acis markt theis woordes of his which farre I heard by happe: More whyght thou art then Primrose leaf, my Lady Galatee. More fresh than meade, more tall and streyght than lofty Aldertree. More bright than glasse, more wanton than the tender kid forsooth. Than Cockleshelles continually with water worne, more smoothe. More cheerefull than the winters Sun, or Sommers shadowe cold, More seemely and more comly than the Planetree to behold, Of valew more than Apples bee although they were of gold. More cleere than frozen yce, more sweete than Grape through rype ywis, More soft than butter newly made, or downe of Cygnet is. And much more fayre and beawtyfull than gardein to myne eye, But that thou from my companye continually doost flye. And thou the selfsame Galate art more tettish for to frame Than Oxen of the wildernesse whom never wyght did tame. More fleeting than the waves, more hard than warryed Oke to twyne, More tough than willow twiggs, more lyth than is the wyld whyght vyne. More than this rocke unmovable, more violent than a streame. More prowd than Peacocke praysd, more feerce than fyre and more extreeme. More rough than Breers, more cruell than the new delivered Beare, More mercilesse than troden snake, than sea more deafe of eare. And which (and if it lay in mee I cheefly would restrayne) Not only swifter paced than the stag in chace on playne, But also swifter than the wynd and flyghtfull ayre. But if Thou knew me well, it would thee irke to flye and bee a greef To tarrye from mee. Yea thou wouldst endeavour all thy powre To keepe mee wholly to thy self. The Quarry is my bowre Heawen out of whole mayne stone. No Sun in sommer there can swelt. No nipping cold in wintertyme within the same is felt. Gay Apples weying downe the boughes have I, and Grapes like gold, And purple Grapes on spreaded Vynes as many as can hold. Bothe which I doo reserve for thee. Thyself shalt with thy hand