When one of Lyce (I wote not who) had spoken in this sort,Another of a Satyr streight began to make report,Whome Phebus overcomming on a pipe (made late agoBy Pallas) put to punishment. Why flayest thou me so, Alas, he cride, it irketh me. Alas a sorie pipeDeserveth not so cruelly my skin from me to stripe.For all his crying ore his eares quight pulled was his skin.Nought else he was than one whole wounde. The griesly bloud did spinFrom every part, the sinewes lay discovered to the eye, The quivering veynes without a skin lay beating nakedly.The panting bowels in his bulke ye might have numbred well,And in his brest the shere small strings a man might easly tell.The Countrie Faunes, the Gods of Woods, the Satyrs of his kin,The Mount Olympus whose renowne did ere that time begin, And all the Nymphes, and all that in those mountaines kept their sheepe,Or grazed cattell thereabouts, did for this Satyr weepe.The fruitfull earth waxt moyst therewith, and moysted did receyveTheir teares, and in hir bowels deepe did of the same conceyve.And when that she had turned them to water, by and by She sent them forth againe aloft to see the open Skie.The River that doth rise thereof beginning there his race,In verie deepe and shoring bankes to Seaward runnes apaceThrough Phrygie, and according as the Satyr, so the streameIs called Marsias, of the brookes the clearest in that Realme. With such examples as these same the common folke returndeTo present things, and every man through all the Citie moorndeFor that Amphion was destroyde with all his issue so.But all the fault and blame was laide upon the mother tho.For hir alonly Pelops mournde (as men report) and hee In opening of his clothes did shewe that everie man might seeHis shoulder on the left side bare of Ivorie for to bee.This shoulder at his birth was like his tother both in hueAnd flesh, untill his fathers handes most wickedly him slue,And that the Gods when they his limmes againe togither drue, To joyne them in their proper place and forme by nature due,Did finde out all the other partes, save only that which grueBetwene the throteboll and the arme, which when they could not getThis other made of Ivorie white in place therof they setAnd by that meanes was Pelops made againe both whole and sound.

The neyghbor Princes thither came, and all the Cities roundAbout besought their Kings to go and comfort Thebe: as ArgeAnd Sparta, and Mycene which was under Pelops charge,And Calydon unhated of the frowning Phebe yit,The welthie towne Orchomenos, and Corinth which in it Had famous men for workmanship in mettals: and the stoutMessene which full twentie yeares did hold besiegers out.And Patre, and the lowly towne Cleona, Nelies Pyle,And Troyzen not surnamed yet Pittheia for a while.And all the other Borough townes and Cities which doe stand Within the narrow balke at which two Seas doe meete at hand,Or which do bound upon the balke without in maine firme land.Alonly Athens (who would thinke?) did neither come nor send.Warre barred them from courtesie the which they did entend.The King of Pontus with an host of savage people lay In siege before their famous waHes and curstly did them fray.Untill that Tereus, King of Thrace, approching to their ayde,Did vanquish him, and with renowne was for his labor payde.And sith he was so puissant in men and ready coyne,And came of mightie Marsis race, Pandion sought to joyne Aliance with him by and by, and gave him to his FeereHis daughter Progne. At this match (as after will appeare)Was neyther Juno, President of mariage wont to bee,Nor Hymen, no nor any one of all the graces three.The Furies snatching Tapers up that on some Herce did stande Did light them, and before the Bride did beare them in their hande.The Furies made the Bridegroomes bed. And on the house did ruckeA cursed Owle the messenger of yll successe and lucke.And all the night time while that they were lying in their beds,She sate upon the bedsteds top right over both their heds. Such handsell Progne had the day that Tereus did hir wed.Such handsell had they when that she was brought of childe abed.All Thracia did rejoyce at them, and thankt their Gods, and willdThat both the day of Prognes match with Tereus should be hildFor feastfull, and the day likewise that Itys first was borne: So little know we what behoves. The Sunne had now outworneFive Harvests, and by course five times had run his yearly race,When Progne flattring Tereus saide: If any love or graceBetweene us be, send eyther me my sister for to see,Or finde the meanes that hither she may come to visit mee. You may assure your Fathrinlaw she shall againe returneWithin a while. Ye doe to me the highest great good turneThat can be, if you bring to passe I may my sister see.Immediatly the King commaundes his shippes aflote to bee.And shortly after, what with sayle and what with force of Ores, In Athens haven he arrives and landes at Pyrey shores.As soone as of his fathrinlaw the presence he obtainde,And had of him bene courteously and friendly entertainde,Unhappie handsell entred with their talking first togither.The errandes of his wife, the cause of his then comming thither, He had but new begon to tell, and promised that whenShe had hir sister seene, she should with speede be sent agen:When (see the chaunce) came Philomele in raiment very rich,And yet in beautie farre more rich, even like the Fairies whichReported are the pleasant woods and water springs to haunt, So that the like apparell and attire to them you graunt.King Tereus at the sight of hir did burne in his desire,As if a man should chaunce to set a gulfe of come on fire,Or burne a stacke of hay. Hir face in deede deserved love.But as for him, to fleshly lust even nature did him move. For of those countries commonly the people are aboveAll measure prone to lecherie. And therefore both by kindeHis flame encreast, and by his owne default of vicious minde.He purposde fully to corrupt hir servants with reward:Or for to bribe hir Nurce, that she should slenderly regarde Hir dutie to hir mistresseward. And rather than to fayle,The Ladie even hirselfe with gifts he minded to assayle,And all his kingdome for to spend, or else by force of handTo take hir, and in maintenance thereof by sword to stand.There was not under heaven the thing but that he durst it prove, So far unable was he now to stay his lawlesse love.Delay was deadly. Backe againe with greedie minde he cameOf Prognes errands for to talke: and underneath the sameHe workes his owne ungraciousnesse. Love gave him power to frameHis talke at will. As oft as he demaunded out of square, Upon his wives importunate desire himselfe he bare.He also wept: as though his wife had willed that likewise.O God, what blindnesse doth the heartes of mortall men disguise?By working mischiefe Tereus gets him credit for to seemeA loving man, and winneth praise by wickednesse extreeme. Yea and the foolish Philomele the selfesame thing desires.Who hanging on hir fathers necke with flattring armes, requiresAgainst hir life and for hir life his licence for to goTo see hir sister. Tereus beholdes hir wistly tho,And in beholding handles hir with heart. For when he saw Hir kisse hir father, and about his necke hir armes to draw,They all were spurres to pricke him forth, and wood to feede his fire,And foode of forcing nourishment to further his desire.As oft as she hir father did betweene hir armes embrace,So often wished he himselfe hir father in that case. For nought at all should that in him have wrought the greater grace.Hir father could not say them nay, they lay at him so sore.Right glad thereof was Philomele and thanked him therefore.And wretched wench she thinkes she had obtained such a thing,As both to Progne and hir selfe should joy and comfort bring, When both of them in verie deede should afterward it rew.To endward of his daily race and travell Phebus drew,And on the shoring side of Heaven his horses downeward flew.A princely supper was prepaarde, and wine in golde was set:And after meate to take their rest the Princes did them get. But though the King of Thrace that while were absent from hir sight,Yet swelted he: and in his minde revolving all the nightHir face, hir gesture, and hir hands, imaginde all the rest(The which as yet he had not seene) as likte his fancie best.He feedes his flames himselfe. No winke could come within his eyes, For thinking ay on hir. As soone as day was in the skies,Pandion holding in his hand the hand of Tereus prestTo go his way, and sheading teares betooke him thus his guest:Deare sonneinlaw I give thee here (sith godly cause constraines)This Damsell. By the faith that in thy Princely heart remaines, And for our late aliance sake, and by the Gods above,I humbly thee beseche that as a Father thou doe loveAnd maintaine hir, and that as soone as may be (all delayWill unto me seeme over long) thou let hir come away,The comfort of my carefull age on whome my life doth stay. And thou my daughter Philomele (it is inough ywisThat from hir father set so farre thy sister Progne is)If any sparke of nature doe within thy heart remayne,With all the haaste and speede thou canst returne to me againe.

In giving charge he kissed hir: and downe his cheekes did raineThe tender teares, and as a pledge of faith he tooke the rightHandes of them both, and joyning them did eche to other plight,Desiring them to beare in minde his commendations toHis daughter and hir little sonne. And then with much adoeFor sobbing, at the last he bad adew as one dismaid. The foremisgiving of his minde did make him sore afraid.As soone as Tereus and the Maide togither were aboord,And that their ship from land with Ores was haled on the foord,The fielde is ours, he cride aloude, I have the thing I soughtAnd up he skipt, so barbrous and so beastly was his thought, That scarce even there he could forbeare his pleasure to have wrought.His eye went never off of hir: as when the scarefull ErneWith hooked talants trussing up a Hare among the Ferne,Hath laid hir in his nest, from whence the prisoner can not scape,The ravening fowle with greedie eyes upon his pray doth gape. Now was their journey come to ende: now were they gone alandIn Thracia, when that Tereus tooke the Ladie by the hand,And led hir to a pelting graunge that peakishly did standIn woods forgrowen. There waxing pale and trembling sore for feare,And dreading all things, and with teares demaunding sadly where Hir sister was, he shet hir up: and therewithall bewraideHis wicked lust, and so by force bicause she was a MaideAnd all alone he vanquisht hir. It booted nought at allThat she on sister, or on Sire, or on the Gods did call.She quaketh like the wounded Lambe which from the Wolves hore teeth New shaken thinkes hir selfe not safe: or as the Dove that seethHir fethers with hir owne bloud staynde, who shuddring still doth feareThe greedie Hauke that did hir late with griping talants teare.Anon when that this mazednesse was somewhat overpast,She rent hir haire, and beate hir brest, and up to heavenward cast Hir hands in mourningwise, and said: O cankerd Carle, O fellAnd cruell Tyrant, neyther could the godly teares that fellAdowne my fathers cheekes when he did give thee charge of mee,Ne of my sister that regarde that ought to be in thee,Nor yet my chaaste virginitie, nor conscience of the lawe Of wedlocke, from this villanie thy barbrous heart withdraw?Is made a Cucqueane: and thy selfe through this offence of theeArt made a husband to us both, and unto me a foe,Behold thou hast confounded all. My sister thorough meeA just deserved punishment for lewdly doing so.But to th'intent, O perjurde wretch, no mischiefe may remaineUnwrought by thee, why doest thou from murdring me refraine?Would God thou had it done before this wicked rape. From henceThen should my soule most blessedly have gone without offence.But if the Gods doe see this deede, and if the Gods, I say, Be ought, and in this wicked worlde beare any kinde of swayAnd if with me all other things decay not, sure the dayWill come that for this wickednesse full dearly thou shalt pay.Yea I my selfe rejecting shame thy doings will bewray.And if I may have power to come abrode, them blase I will In open face of all the world. Or if thou keepe me stillAs prisoner in these woods, my voyce the verie woods shall fill,And make the stones to understand. Let Heaven to this give careAnd all the Gods and powers therein if any God be there.The cruell tyrant being chaaft and also put in feare With these and other such hir wordes, both causes so him stung,That drawing out his naked sworde that at his girdle hung,He tooke hir rudely by the haire, and wrung hir hands behind hir,Compelling hir to holde them there while he himselfe did bind hir.When Philomela sawe the sworde, she hoapt she should have dide, And for the same hir naked throte she gladly did provide.But as she yirnde and called ay upon hir fathers name,And strived to have spoken still, the cruell tyrant cameAnd with a paire of pinsons fast did catch hir by the tung,And with his sword did cut it off. The stumpe whereon it hung Did patter still. The tip fell downe and quivering on the groundAs though that it had murmured it made a certaine sound.And as an Adders tayle cut off doth skip a while: even soThe tip of Philomelaas tongue did wriggle to and fro,And nearer to hir mistresseward in dying still did go. And after this most cruell act, for certaine men reportThat he (I scarcely dare beleve) did oftentimes resortTo maymed Philomela and abusde hir at his will:Yet after all this wickednesse he keeping countnance still,Durst unto Progne home repaire. And she immediatlyDemaunded where hir sister was. He sighing feynedlyDid tell hir falsly she was dead: and with his suttle tearesHe maketh all his tale to seeme of credit in hir eares.Hir garments glittring all with golde she from hir shoulders tearesAnd puts on blacke, and setteth up an emptie Herce, and keepes A solemne obite for hir soule, and piteously she weepesAnd waileth for hir sisters fate who was not in such wiseAs that was, for to be bewailde. The Sunne had in the SkiesPast through the twelve celestiall signes, and finisht full a yeare.But what should Philomela doe? She watched was so neare That start she could not for hir life. The walles of that same graungeWere made so high of maine hard stone, that out she could not raunge.Againe hir tunglesse mouth did want the utterance of the fact.Great is the wit of pensivenesse, and when the head is raktWith hard misfortune, sharpe forecast of practise entereth in. A warpe of white upon a frame of Thracia she did pin,And weaved purple letters in betweene it, which bewraideThe wicked deede of Tereus. And having done, she praideA certaine woman by hir signes to beare them to hir mistresse.She bare them and deliverde them not knowing nerethelesse What was in them. The Tyrants wife unfolded all the clout,And of hir wretched fortune red the processe whole throughout.She held hir peace (a wondrous thing it is she should so doe)But sorrow tide hir tongue, and wordes agreeable untoHir great displeasure were not at commaundment at that stound. And weepe she could not. Ryght and wrong she reckeneth to confound,And on revengement of the deede hir heart doth wholy ground.

It was the time that wives of Thrace were wont to celebrateThe three yeare rites of Bacchus which were done a nighttimes late.A nighttimes soundeth Rhodope of tincling pannes and pots: A nighttimes giving up hir house abrode Queene Progne trotsDisguisde like Bacchus other froes and armed to the proofeWith all the frenticke furniture that serves for that behoofe.Hir head was covered with a vine. About hir loose was tucktA Reddeeres skin, a lightsome Launce upon hir shoulder ruckt. In post gaddes terrible Progne through the woods, and at hir heelesA flocke of froes. And where the sting of sorrow which she feelesEnforceth hir to furiousnesse, she feynes it to proceedeOf Bacchus motion. At the length she finding out in deedeThe outset Graunge howlde out, and cride, Now well, and open brake The gates, and streight hir sister thence by force of hand did take,And veyling hir in like attire of Bacchus, hid hir headWith Ivie leaves, and home to Court hir sore amazed led.As soone as Philomela wist she set hir foote withinThat cursed house, the wretched soule to shudther did begin,And all hir face waxt pale. Anon hir sister getting placeDid pull off Bacchus mad attire, and making bare hir faceEmbraced hir betweene hir armes. But she considering thatQueene Progne was a Cucqueane made by meanes of hir, durst natOnce raise hir eyes: but on the ground fast fixed helde the same. And where she woulde have taken God to witnesse that the shameAnd villanie was wrought to hir by violence, she was fayneTo use hir hand in stead of speache. Then Progne chaaft amaine,And was not able in hir selfe hir choler to restraine.But blaming Philomela for hir weeping, said these wordes:Thou must not deale in this behalfe with weeping, but with swordes:Or with some thing of greater force than swords. For my part, IAm readie, yea and fully bent all mischiefe for to trie.This pallace will I eyther set on fire, and in the sameBestow the cursed Tereus the worker of our shame: Or pull away his tongue: or put out both his eyes: or cutAway those members which have thee to such dishonor put:Or with a thousand woundes expulse that sinfull soule of his.The thing that I doe purpose on is great, what ere it is.I know not what it may be yet. While Progne hereuntoDid set hir minde, came Itys in, who taught hir what to doe.She staring on him cruelly, said: Ah, how like thou artThy wicked father, and without moe wordes a sorowfull partShe purposed, such inward ire was boyling in hir heart.But notwithstanding when hir sonne approched to hir neare, And lovingly had greeted hir by name of mother deare,And with his pretie armes about the necke had hugde hir fast,And flattring wordes with childish toyes in kissing forth had cast,The mothers heart of hirs was then constreyned to relent,Asswaged wholy was the rage to which she erst was bent, And from hir eyes against hir will the teares enforced went.But when she saw how pitie did compell hir heart to yeelde,She turned to hir sisters face from Itys, and beheldeNow t'one, now tother earnestly and said: Why tattles heAnd she sittes dumbe bereft of tongue? as well why calles not she Me sister, as this boy doth call me mother? Seest thou not,Thou daughter of Pandion, what a husband thou hast got?Thou growest wholy out of kinde. To such a husband asIs Tereus, pitie is a sinne. No more delay there was.She dragged Itys after hir, as when it happes in Inde A Tyger gets a little Calfe that suckes upon a HyndeAnd drags him through the shadie woods. And when that they had foundA place within the house far off and far above the ground,Then Progne strake him with a sword now plainly seeing whotherHe should, and holding up his handes, and crying mother, mother, And flying to hir necke: even where the brest and side doe bounde,And never turnde away hir face. Inough had bene that woundAlone to bring him to his ende. The tother sister slitHis throte. And while some life and soule was in his members yit,In gobbits they them rent: whereof were some in Pipkins boyld, And other some on hissing spits against the fire were broyld,And with the gellied bloud of him was all the chamber foyld.To this same banquet Progne bade hir husband knowing noughtNor nought mistrusting of the harme and lewdnesse she had wrought.And feyning a solemnitie according to the guise Of Athens, at the which there might be none in any wiseBesides hir husband and hir selfe, she banisht from the sameHir householde folke and sojourners, and such as guestwise came.King Tereus sitting in the throne of his forefathers, fedAnd swallowed downe the selfesame flesh that of his bowels bred. And he (so blinded was his heart) Fetch Itys hither, sed.No lenger hir most cruell joy dissemble could the Queene.But of hir murther coveting the messenger to beene,She said: The thing thou askest for, thou hast within. AboutHe looked round, and asked where? To put him out of dout, As he was yet demaunding where, and calling for him: outLept Philomele with scattred haire aflaight like one that fledHad from some fray where slaughter was, and threw the bloudy headOf Itys in his fathers face. And never more was sheeDesirous to have had hir speache, that able she might beHir inward joy with worthie wordes to witnesse franke and free.The tyrant with a hideous noyse away the table shoves:And reeres the fiends from Hell. One while with yawning mouth he provesTo perbrake up his meate againe, and cast his bowels out.Another while with wringing handes he weeping goes about. And of his sonne he termes himselfe the wretched grave. AnonWith naked sword and furious heart he followeth fierce uponPandions daughters. He that had bene present would have deemdeTheir bodies to have hovered up with fethers. As they seemde,So hovered they with wings in deede. Of whome the one away To woodward flies, the other still about the house doth stay.And of their murther from their brestes not yet the token goth,For even still yet are stainde with bloud the fethers of them both.And he through sorrow and desire of vengeance waxing wight,Became a Bird upon whose top a tuft of feathers light In likenesse of a Helmets crest doth trimly stand upright.In stead of his long sword, his bill shootes out a passing space:A Lapwing named is this Bird, all armed seemes his face.

The sorrow of this great mischaunce did stop Pandions breathBefore his time, and long ere age determinde had his death. Erecthey reigning after him the government did take:A Prince of such a worthinesse as no man well can makeResolution, if he more in armes or justice did excell.Foure sonnes, and daughters foure he had. Of which a couple wellDid eche in beautie other match. The one of these whose name Was Procris unto Cephalus, King Aeolus sonne, becameA happie wife. The Thracians and King Tereus were a letTo Boreas: so that long it was before the God could gtHis dearbeloved Orithya, while trifling he did standWith faire entreatance rather than did use the force of hand. But when he saw he no reliefe by gentle meanes could finde,Then turning unto boystous wrath (which unto that same windeIs too familiar and too much accustomed by kinde)He said: I served am but well: for whylaid I apartMy proper weapons, fiercenesse, force, and ire, and cruell hart? And fell to fauning like a foole, which did me but disgrace?For me is violence meete. Through this the pestred cloudes I chace.Through this I tosse the Seas. Through this I turne up knottie Okes,And harden Snow, and beate the ground in hayle with sturdie strokes,When I my brothers chaunce to get in open Ayre and Skie. (For that is my fielde in the which my maisteries I doe trie)I charge upon them with such brunt, that of our meeting smartThe Heaven betweene us soundes, and from the hollow Cloudes doth startEnforced fire. And when I come in holes of hollow ground,And fiersly in those emptie caves doe rouse my backe up round, I trouble even the ghostes, and make the verie world to quake.This helpe in wooing of my wife (to speede) I should have take.Erecthey should not have bene prayde my Fatherinlaw to bee:He should have bene compelde thereto by stout extremitie.In speaking these or other wordes as sturdie, Boreas gan To flaske his wings. With waving of the which he raysed thanSo great a gale, that all the earth was blasted therewithall,And troubled was the maine brode Sea. And as he traylde his pallBedusted over highest tops of things, he swept the ground.And having now in smokie cloudes himselfe enclosed round,Betweene his duskie wings he caught Orithya straught for feare,And like a lover, verie soft and easly did hir beare.And as he flew, the flames of love enkindled more and moreBy meanes of stirring. Neither did he stay his flight beforeHe came within the land and towne of Cicons with his pray. And there soone after being made his wife she hapt to layHir belly, and a paire of boyes she at a burthen brings,Who else in all resembled full their mother, save in wingsThe which they of their father tooke. Howbeit (by report)They were not borne with wings upon their bodies in this sort. While Calais and Zetes had no beard upon their chin,They both were callow. But as soone as haire did once beginIn likenesse of a yellow Downe upon their cheekes to sprout,Then (even as comes to passe in Birdes) the feathers budded outTogither on their pinyons too, and spreaded round aboutOn both their sides. And finally when childhod once was spentAnd youth come on, togither they with other Minyes wentTo Colchos in the Galley that was first devisde in Greece,Upon a sea as then unknowen, to fetch the golden fleece.

And now in ship of Pagasa the Mynies cut the seas.And leading under endlesse night his age in great diseaseOf scarcitie was Phiney seene, and Boreas sonnes had chasteAway the Maidenfaced foules that did his victels waste.And after suffring many things in noble Jasons band, In muddie Phasis gushing streame at last they went aland.There while they going to the King demaund the golden fleeceBrought thither certaine yeares before by Phryxus out of Greece,And of their dreadfull labors wait an answere to receive:Aeetas daughter in hir heart doth mightie flames conceyve. And after strugling verie long, when reason could not winThe upper hand of rage: she thus did in hir selfe begin:In vaine, Medea, doste thou strive: some God what ere he isAgainst thee bendes his force. For what a wondrous thing is this?Is any thing like this which men doe terme by name of Love? For why should I my fathers hestes esteeme so hard aboveAll measure? sure in very deede they are too hard and sore.Why feare I lest yon straunger whome I never saw beforeShould perish? what should be the cause of this my feare so great?Unhappie wench (and if thou canst) suppresse this uncouth heat That burneth in thy tender brest: and if so be I coulde,A happie turne it were, and more at ease then be I shoulde.But now an uncouth maladie perforce against my willDoth hale me. Love persuades me one, another thing my skill.The best I see and like: the worst I follow headlong still. Why being of the royall bloud so fondly doste thou rave,Upon a straunger thus to dote, desiring for to haveAn husband of another world? at home thou mightest findeA lover meete for thine estate on whome to set thy minde.And yet it is but even a chaunce if he shall live or no: God graunt him for to live. I may without offence pray so,Although I lovde him not: for what hath Jason trespast me?Who woulde not pitie Jasons youth onlesse they cruell be?What creature is there but his birth and prowesse might him move?And setting all the rest asyde, who woulde not be in love With Jasons goodlie personage? my heart assuredlyIs toucht therewith. But if that I provide not remedie,With burning breath of blasting Bulles needes sindged must he bee.Of seedes that he himselfe must sow a harvest shall he seeOf armed men in battell ray upon the ground up grow Against the which it hoveth him his manhode for to show.And as a pray he must be set against the Dragon fell.If I these things let come to passe, I may confesse right wellThat of a Tyger I was bred: and that within my brestA heart more harde than any steele or stonie rocke doth rest. Why rather doe I not his death with wrathfull eyes beholde?And joy with others seeing him to utter perill solde?Why doe I not enforce the Bulles against him? Why, I say,Exhort I not the cruell men which shall in battell rayArise against him from the ground? and that same Dragon too Within whose eyes came never sleepe? God shield I so should doo.But prayer smally bootes, except I put to helping hand.And shall I like a Caytife then betray my fathers land?Shall I a straunger save whome we nor none of ours doth know?That he by me preserved may without me homeward row? And take another to his wife, and leave me, wretched wight,To torments? If I wist that he coulde worke me such a spight,Or could in any others love than only mine delight,The Churle should die for me. But sure he beareth not the faceLike one that wold doe so. His birth, his courage, and his grace Doe put me clearly out of doubt he will not me deceyve,No nor forget the great good turnes he shall by me receyve.Yet shall he to me first his faith for more assurance plightAnd solemly he shall be sworne to keepe the covenant right.Why fearste thou now without a cause? step to it out of hand: And doe not any lenger time thus lingring fondly stand.For ay shall Jason thinke himselfe beholding unto thee:And shall thee marrie solemly: yea honored shalt thou beeOf all the Mothers great and small throughout the townes of GreeceFor saving of their sonnes that come to fetch the golden fleece. And shall I then leave brother, sister, father, kith and kin?And household Gods, and native soyle, and all that is therein?And saile I know not whither with a straunger? Yea: why not?My father surely cruell is, my Countrie rude God wot:My brother yet a verie babe: my sister I dare sayContented is with all hir heart that I should go away:The greatest God is in my selfe: the things I doe forsakeAre trifles in comparison of those that I shall take.For saving of the Greekish ship renoumed shall I bee.A better place I shall enjoy with Cities riche and free, Whose fame doth florish fresh even here, and people that excellIn civill life and all good Artes: and whome I would not sellFor all the goods within the worlde, Duke Aesons noble sonne.Whome had I to my lawfull Feere assuredly once wonne,Most happie yea and blest of God I might my selfe account, And with my head above the starres to heaven I should surmount.But men report that certaine rockes (I know not what) doe meeteAmid the waves, and monstrously againe asunder fleete:And how Charybdis, utter foe to ships that passe thereby,Now sowpeth in, now speweth out the Sea incessantly: And ravening Scylla being hemde with cruell dogs about,Amids the gulfe of Sicilie doth make a barking out.What skilleth that? As long as I enjoy the thing I love,And hang about my Jasons necke, it shall no whit me moveTo saile the daungerous Seas: as long as him I may embrace I cannot surely be afraide in any kinde of case.Or if I chaunce to be afraide, my feare shall only tendeBut for my husband. Callste thou him thy husband? Doste pretendeGay titles to thy foule offence, Medea? nay not so:But rather looke about how great a lewdnesse thou doste go, And shun the mischiefe while thou mayst. She had no sooner saidThese wordes, but right and godlinesse and shamefastnesse were staidBefore hir eyes, and frantick love did flie away dismaid.She went me to an Altar that was dedicate of oldeTo Perseys daughter Hecate (of whome the witches holde As of their Goddesse) standing in a thicke and secrete woodSo close it coulde not well be spide: and now the raging moodOf furious love was well alaide and clearely put to flight:When spying Aesons sonne, the flame that seemed quenched quightDid kindle out of hand againe. Hir cheekes began to glowe,And flushing over all hir face the scarlet bloud did flowe.And even as when a little sparke that was in ashes hid,Uncovered with the whisking windes is from the ashes rid,Eftsoones it taketh nourishment and kindleth in such wise,That to his former strength againe and flaming it doth rise: Even so hir quailed love which late ye would have thought had quightBene vanisht out of minde, as soone as Jason came in sightDid kindle to his former force in vewing of the graceWith which he did avaunce himselfe then comming there in place.And (as it chaunced) farre more faire and beautifull of face She thought him then than ever erst, but sure it doth behoveHir judgement should be borne withall bicause she was in love.She gapte and gazed in his face with fixed staring eyenAs though she never had him seene before that instant time.So farre she was beside hir selfe she thought it should not bee The face of any worldly wight the which she then did see.She was not able for hir life to turne hir eyes away,But when he tooke hir by the hand and speaking gan to prayHir softly for to succor him, and promisde faithfullyTo take hir to his wedded wife, she falling by and by A weeping, said: Sir, what I doe I see apparantly.Not want of knowledge of the truth but love shall me deceive.You shalbe saved by my meanes. And now I must receiveA faithfull promise at your hand for saving of your life.He made a solemne vow, and sware to take hir to his wife, By triple Hecates holie rites, and by what other powerSo ever else had residence within that secret bower,And by the Sire of him that should his Fathrinlaw becomeWho all things doth behold, and as he hopte to overcomeThe dreadfull daungers which he had soone after to assay. Duke Jason being credited receivde of hir streight wayEnchaunted herbes: and having learnde the usage of the same,Departed thence with merrie heart, and to his lodging came.Next Morne had chaste the streaming stars: and folke by heapes did flockeTo Marsis sacred field, and there stoode thronging in a shocke, To see the straunge pastimes. The King most stately to beholdeWith yvorie Mace above them all did sit in throne of golde.Anon the brazenhoved Bulles from stonie nostrils castOut flakes of fire: their scalding breath the growing grasse did blast.And looke what noise a chimney full of burning fewell makes, Or Flint in softning in the Kell when first the fire it takesBy sprincling water thereupon: such noyse their boyling brestsTurmoyling with the firie flames enclosed in their chests,Such noise their scorched throtebolles make. Yet stoutly Jason wentTo meete them. They their dreadfull eyes against him grimly bent, 'And eke their homes with yron tipt: and strake the dust aboutIn stamping with their cloven clees: and with their belowing outSet all the fielde upon a smoke. The Mynies seeing thatWere past their wits with sodaine feare, but Jason feeled natSo much as any breath of theirs: such strength hath sorcerie. Their dangling Dewlaps with his hand he coyd unfearfully.And putting yokes upon their neckes he forced them to drawThe heavie burthen of the plough which erst they never saw,And for to breake the fielde which erst had never felt the share.The men of Colchos seeing this, like men amazed fare. The Mynies with their shouting out their mazednesse augment,And unto Jason therewithall give more encouragement.Then in a souldiers cap of steele a Vipers teeth he takes,And sowes them in the new plowde fielde. The ground then soking makesThe seede foresteepte in poyson strong, both supple lithe and soft, And of these teeth a right straunge graine there growes anon aloft.For even as in the mothers wombe an infant doth beginTo take the lively shape of man, and formed is withinTo due proportion piece by piece in every limme, and whenFull ripe he is, he takes the use of Aire with other men: So when that of the Vipers teeth the perfect shape of manWithin the bowels of the earth was formed, they beganTo rise togither orderly upon the fruitefull fielde:And (which a greater wonder is) immediatly they wieldeTheir weapons growing up with them, whom when the Greekes behilde Preparing for to push their Pikes (which sharply headed were)In Jasons face, downe went their heades, their heartes did faint for feare:And also she that made him safe began abasht to bee.For when against one naked man so huge an armie sheeBeheld of armed enmies bent, hir colour did abate And sodainly both voyd of bloud and livelie heate she sate.And lest the chaunted weedes the which she had him given beforeShould faile at neede, a helping charme she whispred overmore,And practisde other secret Artes the which she kept in store.He casting streight a mightie stone amid his thickest foes, Doth voyde the battell from him selfe and turnes it unto those.These earthbred brothers by and by did one another woundAnd never ceased till that all lay dead upon the ground.The Greekes were glad, and in their armes did clasp their Champion stout,And clinging to him earnestly embraced him about. And thou fond Medea too couldst well have found in hartThe Champion for to have embraste, but that withheld thou wartBy shamefastnesse, and yet thou hadst embraced him, if dreadOf stayning of thine honor had not staid thee in that stead.But yet as far forth as thou maist, thou doste in heart rejoyce, And secretly (although without expressing it in voyce)Doste thanke thy charmes and eke the Gods as Authors of the same.Now was remaining as the last conclusion of this game,By force of chaunted herbes to make the watchfull Dragon sleepeWithin whose eyes came never winke: who had in charge to keepe The goodly tree upon the which the golden fleeces hung.With crested head, and hooked pawes, and triple spirting tung,Right ougly was he to beholde. When Jason had besprentHim with the juice of certaine herbes from Lethey River sent,And thrice had mumbled certaine wordes which are of force to cast So sound a sleepe on things that even as dead a time they last,Which make the raging surges calme and flowing Rivers stay,The dreadfull Dragon by and by (whose eyes before that dayWist never erst what sleeping ment) did fall so fast asleepeThat Jason safely tooke the fleece of golde that he did keepe. Of which his bootie being proud, he led with him awayThe Author of his good successe another fairer pray:And so with conquest and a wife he loosde from Colchos strand,And in Larissa haven safe did go againe aland.

The auncient men of Thessalie togither with their wives To Church with offrings gone for saving of their childrens lives.Great heapes of fuming frankincense were fryed in the flameAnd vowed Bulles to sacrifice with homes faire gilded came.But from this great solemnitie Duke Aeson was away,Now at deathes door and spent with yeares. Then Jason thus gan say: O wife to whome I doe confesse I owe my life in deede,Though al things thou to me hast given, and thy deserts exceedeBeleife: yet if enchauntment can, (for what so hard appearesWhich strong enchauntment can not doe?) abate thou from my yeares,And add them to my fathers life. As he these wordes did speake, The teares were standing in his eyes. His godly sute did breakeMedeas heart: who therewithall bethought hir of hir SireIn leaving whome she had exprest a far unlike desire.But yet bewraying not hir thoughts, she said: O Husband fie,What wickednesse hath scapt your mouth? Suppose you then that I Am able of your life the terme where I will to bestow?Let Hecat never suffer that. Your sute (as well you know)Against all right and reason is. But I will put in proofeA greater gift than you require and more for your behoofe.I will assay your father's life by cunning to prolong, And not with your yeares for to make him yong againe and strong:So our threeformed Goddesse graunt with present helpe to standA furthrer of the great attempt the which I take in hand.Before the Moone should circlewise close both hir homes in oneThree nightes were yet as then to come. As soon as that she shone Most full of light, and did behold the earth with fulsome face,Medea with hir haire not trust so much as in a lace,But flaring on hir shoulders twaine, and barefoote, with hir gowneUngirded, gate hir out of doores and wandred up and downeAlone the dead time of the night. Both Man, and Beast, and Bird Were fast asleepe: the Serpents slie in trayling forward stirdSo softly as ye would have thought they still asleepe had bene.The moysting Ayre was whist. No leafe ye could have moving sene.The starres alonly faire and bright did in the welkin shineTo which she lifting up hir handes did thrise hirselfe encline: And thrice with water of the brooke hir haire besprincled shee:And gasping thrise she opte hir mouth: and bowing downe hir kneeUpon the bare hard ground, she said: O trustie time of nightMost faithfull unto privities, O golden starres whose lightDoth jointly with the Moone succeede the beames that blaze by day And thou three headed Hecate who knowest best the wayTo compasse this our great attempt and art our chiefest stay:Ye Charmes and Witchcrafts, and thou Earth which both with herbe and weedOf mightie working furnishest the Wizardes at their neede:Ye Ayres and windes: ye Elves of Hilles, of Brookes, of Woods alone, Of standing Lakes, and of the Night approche ye everychone.Through helpe of whom (the crooked bankes much wondring at the thing)I have compelled streames to run cleane backward to their spring.By charmes I make the calme Seas rough, and make the rough Seas plaine,And cover all the Skie with Cloudes and chase them thence againe. By charmes I raise and lay the windes, and burst the Vipers jaw.And from the bowels of the Earth both stones and trees doe draw.Whole woods and Forestes I remove: I make the Mountaines shake,And even the Earth it selfe to grone and fearfully to quake.I call up dead men from their graves: and thee lightsome MooneI darken oft, though beaten brasse abate thy perill soone.Our Sorcerie dimmes the Morning faire, and darkes the Sun at Noone.The flaming breath of firie Bulles ye quenched for my sakeAnd caused their unwieldie neckes the bended yoke to take.Among the Earthbred brothers you a mortall war did set And brought asleepe the Dragon fell whose eyes were never shet.By meanes whereof deceiving him that had the golden fleeceIn charge to keepe, you sent it thence by Jason into Greece.Now have I neede of herbes that can by vertue of their juiceTo flowring prime of lustie youth old withred age reduce. I am assurde ye will it graunt. For not in vaine have shoneThese twincling starres, ne yet in vaine this Chariot all aloneBy drought of Dragons hither comes. With that was fro the SkieA Chariot softly glaunced downe, and stayed hard thereby.As soone as she had gotten up, and with hir hand had coyd The Dragons reined neckes, and with their bridles somewhat toyd,They mounted with hir in the Ayre, whence looking downe she sawThe pleasant Temp of Thessalie, and made hir Dragons drawTo places further from resort: and there she tooke the viewWhat herbes on high mount Pelion, and what on Ossa grew,And what on mountaine Othris and on Pyndus growing were,And what Olympus (greater than mount Pyndus far) did beare.Such herbes of them as liked hir she pullde up roote and rindeOr cropt them with a hooked knife. And many she did findeUpon the bankes of Apidane agreeing to hir minde: And many at Amphrisus foords: and thou Enipeus ekeDidst yeelde hir many pretie weedes of which she well did like.Peneus and Sperchius streames contributarie were,And so were Boebes rushie bankes of such as growed there.About Anthedon which against the Ile Euboea standes, A certaine kind of lively grasse she gathered with her handes,The name whereof was scarsly knowen or what the herbe could doeUntill that Glaucus afterward was chaunged thereinto.Nine dayes with winged Dragons drawen, nine nights in Chariot swiftShe searching everie field and frith from place to place did shift. She was no sooner home returnde but that the Dragons fellWhich lightly of hir gathered herbes had taken but the smell,Did cast their sloughes and with their sloughes their riveled age forgo.

She would none other house than heaven to hide hir head as tho:But kept hir still without the doores: and as for man was none That once might touch hir. Altars twayne of Turfe she builded: oneUpon hir left hand unto Youth, another on the rightTo tryple Hecat. Both the which as soone as she had dightWith Vervain and with other shrubbes that on the fieldes doe rise,Not farre from thence she digde two pits: and making sacrifice Did cut a couple of blacke Rams throtes and filled with their bloodThe open pits, on which she pourde of warme milke pure and goodA boll full, and another boll of honie clarifide.And babling to hir selfe therewith full bitterly she crideOn Pluto and his ravisht wife the sovereigne states of Hell,And all the Elves and Gods that on or in the Earth doe dwell,To spare olde Aesons life a while, and not in hast depriveHis limmes of that same aged soule which kept them yet alive.Whome when she had sufficiently with mumbling long besought,She bade that Aesons feebled corse should out of doores be brought Before the Altars. Then with charmes she cast him in so deepeA slumber, that upon the herbes he lay for dead asleepe.Which done she willed Jason thence a great way off to goAnd likewise all the Ministers that served hir as tho:And not presume those secretes with unhallowed eyes to see. They did as she commaunded them. When all were voyded, sheeWith scattred haire about hir eares like one of Bacchus froesDevoutly by and by about the burning Altars goes:And dipping in the pits of bloud a sort of clifted brandesUpon the Altars kindled them that were on both hir handes. And thrise with brimstone, thrise with fire, and thrise with water pureShe purged Aesons aged corse that slept and slumbred sure.The medicine seething all the while a wallop in a panOf brasse, to spirt and leape aloft and gather froth began.There boyled she the rootes, seedes, flowres, leaves, stalkes and juice togither Which from the fieldes of Thessalie she late had gathered thither.She cast in also precious stones fetcht from the furthest EastAnd, which the ebbing Ocean washt, fine gravell from the West.She put thereto the deaw that fell upon a Monday night:And flesh and feathers of a Witch, a cursed odious wight Which in the likenesse of an Owle abrode a nightes did flie,And Infants in their cradels chaunge or sucke them that they die.The singles also of a Wolfe which when he list could takeThe shape of man, and when he list the same againe forsake.And from the River Cyniphis which is in Lybie lande She had the fine sheere scaled filmes of water snayles at hand.And of an endlesselived hart the liver had she got,To which she added of a Crowe that then had lived notSo little as nine hundred yeares the head and Bill also.Now when Medea had with these and with a thousand mo Such other kinde of namelesse things bestead hir purpose throughFor lengthning of the old mans life, she tooke a withered boughCut lately from an Olyf tree, and jumbling all togitherDid raise the bottome to the brim: and as she stirred hitherAnd thither with the withered sticke, behold it waxed greene. Anon the leaves came budding out: and sodenly were seeneAs many berries dangling downe as well the bough could beare.And where the fire had from the pan the scumming cast, or whereThe scalding drops did fall, the ground did springlike florish there,And flowres with fodder fine and soft immediatly arose. Which when Medea did behold, with naked knife she goesAnd cuttes the olde mans throte: and letting all his old bloud goSupplies it with the boyled juice: the which when Aeson thoHad at his mouth or at his wounde receyved in, his heareAs well of head as beard from gray to coleblacke turned were.His leane, pale, hore, and withered corse grew fulsome, faire and fresh:His furrowed wrincles were fulfilde with yong and lustie flesh.His limmes waxt frolicke, baine and lithe: at which he wondring much,Remembred that at fortie yeares he was the same or such.And as from dull unwieldsome age to youth he backward drew: Even so a lively youthfull spright did in his heart renew.The wonder of this monstrous act had Bacchus seene from hie,And finding that to youthfull yeares his Nurses might therebyRestored bee, did at hir hand receive it as a gift.

And lest deceitfull guile should cease, Medea found a shift To feyne that Jason and hir selfe were falne at oddes in wroth:And thereupon in humble wise to Pelias Court she goth.Where forbicause the King himselfe was feebled sore with age,His daughters entertainde hir, whome Medea, being sage,Within a while through false pretence of feyned friendship brought To take hir baite. For as she tolde what pleasures she had wroughtFor Jason, and among the rest as greatest sadly toldeHow she had made his father yong that withred was and olde,And taried long upon that point: they hoped glad and faineThat their olde father might likewise his youthful yeares regaine. And this they craving instantly did proffer for hir paineWhat recompence she would desire. She helde hir peace a whileAs though she doubted what to doe: and with hir suttle guileOf counterfetted gravitie more eger did them make.As soone as she had promisde them to doe it for their sake, For more assurance of my graunt, your selves (quoth she) shall seeThe oldest Ram in all your flocke a Lambe streight made to beeBy force of my confections strong. Immediatly a RamSo olde that no man thereabouts remembred him a LamWas thither by his warped homes which turned inward to His hollow Temples, drawne: whose withred throte she slit in two.And when she cleane had drayned out that little bloud that was,Upon the fire with herbes of strength she set a pan of brasse,And cast his carcasse thereinto. The Medcine did abateThe largenesse of his limmes and seard his dossers from his pate, And with his homes abridgde his yeares. Anon was plainly heardThe bleating of a new yeand Lambe from mid the Ketleward.And as they wondred for to heare the bleating, streight the LamLeapt out, and frisking ran to seeke the udder of some Dam.King Pelias daughters were amazde. And when they did beholde Hir promise come to such effect, they were a thousand foldeMore earnest at hir than before. Thrise Phoebus having plucktThe Collars from his horses neckes, in Iber had them duckt.And now in Heaven the streaming starres the fourth night shined cleare:When false Medea on the fire had hanged water shere, With herbes that had no powre at all. The King and all his gardeWhich had the charge that night about his person for to wardeWere through hir nightspels and hir charmes in deadly sleepe all cast.And Pelias daughters with the Witch which eggde them forward, pastInto his chamber by the watch, and compast in his bed. Then: Wherefore stand ye doubting thus like fooles, Medea sed.On: draw your swordes: and let ye out his old bloud, that I mayFill up his emptie veynes againe with youthfull bloud streight way.Your fathers life is in your handes: it lieth now in youTo have him olde and withred still or yong and lustie. Now If any nature in ye be, and that ye doe not feedeA fruitelesse hope, your dutie to your father doe with speede.Expulse his age by sword, and let the filthy matter out.Through these persuasions which of them so ever went aboutTo shewe hirselfe most naturall, became the first that wrought Against all nature: and for feare she should be wicked thought,She executes the wickednesse which most to shun she sought.Yet was not any one of them so bolde that durst abideTo looke upon their father when she strake, but wride asideHir eyes: and so their cruell handes not marking where they hitWith faces turnde another way at all aventure smit.He all beweltred in his bloud awaked with the smart,And maimde and mangled as he was did give a sodeyne startEndevoring to have risen up. But when he did beholdeHimselfe among so many swordes, he lifting up his olde Pale waryish armes, said: Daughters mine what doe ye? who hath putThese wicked weapons in your hands your fathers throte to cut?With that their heartes and handes did faint. And as he talked yet,Medea breaking off his wordes, his windpipe quickly slit,And in the scalding liquor torne did drowne him by and by.

But had she not with winged wormes streight mounted in the skieShe had not scaped punishment, but stying up on hieShe over shadie Pelion flew where Chyron erst did dwell,And over Othrys and the grounds renoumde for that befellTo auncient Ceramb: who such time as old Deucalions flood Upon the face of all the Earth like one maine water stood,By helpe of Nymphes with fethered wings was in the Ayer lift,And so escaped from the floud undrowned by the shift.She left Aeolian Pytanie upon hir left hand: andThe Serpent that became a stone upon the Lesbian sand. And Ida woods where Bacchus hid a Bullocke (as is sayd)In shape of Stag the which his sonne had theevishly convayde.And where the Sire of Corytus lies buried in the dust.The fieldes which Meras (when he first did into barking brust)Affraide with straungenesse of the noyse. And eke Eurypils towne In which the wives of Cos had homes like Oxen on their crowneSuch time as Hercles with his hoste departed from the Ile,And Rhodes to Phoebus consecrate: and Ialyse where ere whileThe Telchines with their noysome sight did every thing bewitch.At which their hainous wickednesse Jove taking rightfull pritch, Did drowne them in his brothers waves. Moreover she did passeBy Ceos and olde Carthey walles where Sir AlcidamasDid wonder how his daughter should be turned to a Dove.The Swannie Temp and Hyries Poole she viewed from above,The which a sodeine Swan did haunt. For Phyllie there for love Of Hyries sonne did at his bidding Birdes and Lions tame,And being willde to breake a Bull performed streight the same:Till wrothfull that his love so oft so streightly should him use,When for his last reward he askt the Bull, he did refuseTo give it him. The boy displeasde, said: Well: thou wilt anon Repent thou gave it not: and leapt downe headlong from a stone.They all supposde he had bene falne: but being made a SwanWith snowie feathers in the Ayre to flacker he began.His mother Hyrie knowing not he was preserved so,Resolved into melting teares for pensivenesse and wo, And made the Poole that beares hir name. Not far from hence doth standThe Citie Brauron, where sometime by mounting from the landWith waving pinions Ophyes ympe, dame Combe, did eschueHir children which with naked swordes to slea hir did pursue.Anon she kend Calaurie fieldes which did sometime pertaine To chast Diana where a King and eke his wife both twaineWere turnde to Birdes. Cyllene hill upon hir right hand stood,In which Menephron like a beast of wilde and savage moodeTo force his mother did attempt. Far thence she spide where sadCephisus mourned for his Neece whome Phebus turned had To ugly shape of swelling Seale: and Eumelles pallace faireLamenting for his sonnes mischaunce with whewling in the Aire.At Corinth with hir winged Snakes at length she did arrive.Here men (so auncient fathers said that were as then alive)Did breede of deawie Mushrommes. But after that hir teene With burning of hir husbands bride by witchcraft wreakt had beeneAnd that King Creons pallace she on blasing fire had seene,And in hir owne deare childrens bloud had bathde hir wicked knifeNot like a mother but a beast bereving them of life:Lest Jason should have punisht hir she tooke hir winged Snakes, And flying thence againe in haste to Pallas Citie makes,Which saw the auncient Periphas and rightuous Phiney tooTogither flying, and the Neece of Polypemon whoWas fastened to a paire of wings as well as t'other two.Aegeus enterteined hir wherein he was to blame Although he had no further gone but staid upon the same.He thought it not to be inough to use hir as his guestOnlesse he tooke hir to his wife.

And now was Thesey prest,Unknowne unto his father yet, who by his knightly forceHad set from robbers cleare the balke that makes the streight divorce Betweene the seas Ionian and Aegean. To have killdeThis worthie knight, Medea had a Goblet readie filldeWith juice of Flintwoort venemous the which she long agoHad out of Scythie with hir brought. The common bruit is soThat of the teeth of Cerberus this Flintwoort first did grow. There is a cave that gapeth wide with darksome entrie low,There goes a way slope downe by which with triple cheyne made newOf strong and sturdie Adamant the valiant Hercle drewThe currish Helhounde Cerberus: who dragging arsward stillAnd writhing backe his scowling eyes bicause he had no skill To see the Sunne and open day, for verie moodie wrothThree barkings yelled out at once, and spit his slavering frothUpon the greenish grasse. This froth (as men suppose) tooke rooteAnd thriving in the batling soyle in burgeons forth did shoote,To bane and mischiefe men withall: and forbicause the same Did grow upon the bare hard Flints, folke gave the foresaid nameOf Flintwoort thereunto. The King by egging of his QueeneDid reach his sonne this bane as if he had his enmie beene.And Thesey of this treason wrought not knowing ought had taneThe Goblet at his fathers hand which helde his deadly bane: When sodenly by the Ivorie hilts that were upon his swordAegeus knew he was his sonne: and rising from the bordeDid strike the mischiefe from his mouth. Medea with a charmeDid cast a mist and so scapte death deserved for the harmeEntended. Now albeit that Aegeus were right glad That in the saving of his sonne so happy chaunce he had,Yet grieved it his heart full sore that such a wicked wightWith treason wrought against his sonne should scape so cleare and quight.Then fell he unto kindling fire on Altars everie whereAnd glutted all the Gods with gifts. The thicke neckt Oxen were With garlands wreathd about their homes knockt downe for sacrifice.A day of more solemnitie than this did never riseBefore on Athens (by report). The auncients of the TowneMade feastes: so did the meaner sort, and every common clowne.And as the wine did sharpe their wits, they sung this song: O knight Of peerlesse prowesse Theseus, thy manhod and thy mightThrough all the coast of Marathon with worthie honor soundes,For killing of the Cretish Bull that wasted those same groundes.The folke of Cremyon thinke themselves beholden unto thee.For that without disquieting their fieldes may tilled be. By thee the land of Epidaure behelde the clubbish sonneOf Vulcane dead. By thee likewise the countrie that doth runneAlong Cephisus bankes behelde the fell Procrustes slaine.The dwelling place of Ceres, our Eleusis glad and faine,Beheld the death of Cercyon. That orpid Sinis who Abusde his strength in bending trees and tying folke thereto,Their limmes asunder for to teare when loosened from the stopsThe trees unto their proper place did trice their streyned tops,Was killde by thee. Thou made the way that leadeth to the towneAlcathoe in Beotia cleare by putting Scyron downe. To this same outlawes scattred bones the land denied rest,And likewise did the Sea refuse to harbrough such a guest:Till after floting to and fro long while as men doe sayAt length they hardened into stones: and at this present dayThe stones are called Scyrons cliffes. Now if we should account Thy deedes togither with thy yeares, thy deedes would far surmountThy yeares. For thee, most valiant Prince, these publike vowes we keepeFor thee with cherefull heartes we quaffe these bolles of wine so deepe.The Pallace also of the noyse and shouting did resoundeThe which the people made for joy. There was not to be founde In all the Citie any place of sadnesse.