Metamorphoses
Ovid
Ovid. The XV bookes of P. Ouidius Naso, entytuled Metamorphosis. Golding, Arthur, translator. London: W. Seres (printer), 1567.
- And now his lightning had he thought on all the earth to throw,
- But that he feared lest the flames perhaps so hie should grow
- As for to set the Heaven on fire, and burne up all the skie.
- He did remember furthermore how that by destinie
- A certaine time should one day come, wherein both Sea and Lond
- And Heaven it selfe shoulde feele the force of Vulcans scorching brond,
- So that the huge and goodly worke of all the worlde so wide
- Should go to wrecke, for doubt whereof forthwith he laide aside
- His weapons that the Cyclops made, intending to correct
- Mans trespasse by a punishment contrary in effect.
- And namely with incessant showres from heaven ypoured downe,
- He did determine with himselfe the mortall kinde to drowne.
- In Aeolus prison by and by he fettred Boreas fast,
- With al such winds as chase the cloudes or breake them with their blast,
- And set at large the Southerne winde: who straight with watry wings
- And dreadfull face as blacke as pitch, forth out of prison flings.
- His beard hung full of hideous stormes, all dankish was his head,
- With water streaming downe his haire that on his shoulders shead.
- His ugly forehead wrinkled was with foggie mistes full thicke,
- And on his fethers and his breast a stilling dew did sticke.
- As soone as he betweene his hands the hanging cloudes had crusht,
- With ratling noyse adowne from heaven the raine full sadly gusht.
- The Rainbow, Junos messenger, bedect in sundrie hue,
- To maintaine moysture in the cloudes, great waters thither drue:
- The corne was beaten to the grounde, the Tilmans hope of gaine,
- For which he toyled all the yeare, lay drowned in the raine.
- Joves indignation and his wrath began to grow so hot
- That for to quench the rage thereof, his Heaven suffised not.
- His brother Neptune with his waves was faine to doe him ease:
- Who straight assembling all the streames that fall into the seas,
- Said to them standing in his house: Sirs get you home apace,
- (You must not looke to have me use long preaching in this case.)
- Poure out your force (for so is neede) your heads ech one unpende,
- And from your open springs, your streames with flowing waters sende.
- He had no sooner said the word, but that returning backe,
- Eche one of them unlosde his spring, and let his waters slacke.
- And to the Sea with flowing streames yswolne above their bankes,
- One rolling in anothers necke, they rushed forth by rankes.
- Himselfe with his threetyned Mace, did lend the earth a blow,
- That made it shake and open wayes for waters forth to flow.
- The flouds at randon where they list, through all the fields did stray,
- Men, beastes, trees, come, and with their gods were Churches washt away.
- If any house were built so strong, against their force to stonde
- Yet did the water hide the top: and turrets in that ponde
- Were overwhelmde: no difference was betweene the sea and ground,
- For all was sea: there was no shore nor landing to be found.
- Some climbed up to tops of hils, and some rowde to and fro
- In Botes, where they not long before, to plough and Cart did go,
- One over come and tops of townes, whome waves did overwhelme,
- Doth saile in ship, an other sittes a fishing in an Elme.
- In meddowes greene were Anchors cast (so fortune did provide)
- And crooked ships did shadow vynes, the which the floud did hide.
- And where but tother day before did feede the hungry Gote,
- The ugly Seales and Porkepisces now to and fro did flote.
- The Sea nymphes wondred under waves the townes and groves to see,
- And Dolphines playd among the tops and boughes of every tree.
- The grim and greedy Wolfe did swim among the siely sheepe,
- The Lion and the Tyger fierce were borne upon the deepe.
- It booted not the foming Boare his crooked tuskes to whet,
- The running Hart coulde in the streame by swiftnesse nothing get.
- The fleeting fowles long having sought for land to rest upon,
- Into the Sea with werie wings were driven to fall anon.
- Th'outragious swelling of the Sea the lesser hillockes drownde,
- Unwonted waves on highest tops of mountaines did rebownde.
- The greatest part of men were drownde, and such as scapte the floode,
- Forlorne with fasting overlong did die for want of foode.
- Against the fieldes of Aonie and Atticke lies a lande
- That Phocis hight, a fertile ground while that it was a lande:
- But at that time a part of Sea, and even a champion fielde
- Of sodaine waters which the floud by forced rage did yeelde,
- Where as a hill with forked top the which Parnasus hight,
- Doth pierce the cloudes and to the starres doth raise his head upright.
- When at this hill (for yet the Sea had whelmed all beside)
- Deucalion and his bedfellow, without all other guide,
- Arrived in a little Barke immediatly they went,
- And to the Nymphes of Corycus with full devout intent
- Did honor due, and to the Gods to whome that famous hill
- Was sacred, and to Themis eke in whose most holie will
- Consisted then the Oracles. In all the world so rounde
- A better nor more righteous man could never yet be founde
- Than was Deucalion, nor againe a woman, mayde nor wife,
- That feared God so much as shee, nor led so good a life.
- When Jove behelde how all the worlde stoode lyke a plash of raine,
- And of so many thousand men and women did remaine
- But one of eche, howbeit those both just and both devout,
- He brake the Cloudes, and did commaund that Boreas with his stout
- And sturdie blasts should chase the floud, that Earth might see the skie
- And Heaven the Earth: the Seas also began immediatly
- Their raging furie for to cease. Their ruler laide awaye
- His dreadfull Mace, and with his wordes their woodnesse did alaye.
- He called Tryton to him straight, his trumpetter, who stoode
- In purple robe on shoulder cast, aloft upon the floode,
- And bade him take his sounding Trumpe and out of hand to blow
- Retreat, that all the streames might heare, and cease from thence to flow.
- He tooke his Trumpet in his hand, hys Trumpet was a shell
- Of some great Whelke or other fishe, in facion like a Bell
- That gathered narrow to the mouth, and as it did descende
- Did waxe more wide and writhen still, downe to the nether ende:
- When that this Trumpe amid the Sea was set to Trytons mouth,
- He blew so loude that all the streames both East, West, North and South,
- Might easly heare him blow retreate, and all that heard the sounde
- Immediatly began to ebbe and draw within their bounde.
- Then gan the Sea to have a shore, and brookes to finde a banke,
- And swelling streames of flowing flouds within hir chanels sanke.
- Then hils did rise above the waves that had them overflow,
- And as the waters did decrease the ground did seeme to grow.
- And after long and tedious time the trees did shew their tops
- All bare, save that upon the boughes the mud did hang in knops.
- The worlde restored was againe, which though Deucalion joyde
- Then to beholde: yet forbicause he saw the earth was voyde
- And silent like a wildernesse, with sad and weeping eyes
- And ruthfull voyce he then did speake to Pyrrha in this wise:
- O sister, O my loving spouse, O sielie woman left,
- As onely remnant of thy sexe that water hath bereft,
- Whome Nature first by right of birth hath linked to me fast
- In that we brothers children bene: and secondly the chast
- And stedfast bond of lawfull bed: and lastly now of all,
- The present perils of the time that latelye did befall.
- On all the Earth from East to West where Phebus shewes his face
- There is no moe but thou and I of all the mortall race.
- The Sea hath swallowed all the rest: and scarsly are we sure,
- That our two lives from dreadfull death in safetie shall endure.
- For even as yet the duskie cloudes doe make my heart adrad.
- Alas poore wretched sielie soule, what heart wouldst thou have had
- To beare these heavie happes, if chaunce had let thee scape alone?
- Who should have bene thy consort then: who should have rewd thy mone?
- Now trust me truly, loving wife, had thou as now bene drownde,
- I would have followde after thee and in the sea bene fownde.
- Would God I could my fathers Arte, of claye to facion men
- And give them life that people might frequent the world agen.
- Mankinde (alas) doth onely now wythin us two consist,
- As mouldes whereby to facion men. For so the Gods doe lyst.
- And with these words the bitter teares did trickle down their cheeke,
- Untill at length betweene themselves they did agree to seeke
- To God by prayer for his grace, and to demaund his ayde
- By aunswere of his Oracle. Wherein they nothing stayde,
- But to Cephisus sadly went, whose streame as at that time
- Began to run within his bankes though thicke with muddie slime,
- Whose sacred liquor straight they tooke and sprinkled with the same
- Their heads and clothes: and afterward to Themis chappell came,
- The roofe whereof with cindrie mosse was almost overgrowne.
- For since the time the raging floud the worlde had overflowne,
- No creature came within the Churche: so that the Altars stood
- Without one sparke of holie fyre or any sticke of wood.
- As soon as that this couple came within the chappell doore,
- They fell downe flat upon the ground, and trembling kist the floore.
- And sayde: If prayer that proceedes from humble heart and minde
- May in the presence of the Gods, such grace and favor finde
- As to appease their worthie wrath, then vouch thou safe to tell
- (O gentle Themis) how the losse that on our kinde befell,
- May now eftsoones recovered be, and helpe us to repaire
- The world, which drowned under waves doth lie in great dispaire.
- The Goddesse moved with their sute, this answere did them make:
- Depart you hence: Go hille your heads, and let your garmentes slake,
- And both of you your Graundames bones behind your shoulders cast.
- They stoode amazed at these wordes, tyll Pyrrha at the last,
- Refusing to obey the hest the which the Goddesse gave,
- Brake silence, and with trembling cheere did meekely pardon crave.
- For sure she saide she was afraide hir Graundames ghost to hurt
- By taking up hir buried bones to throw them in the durt.
- And with the aunswere here upon eftsoones in hand they go,
- The doubtfull wordes wherof they scan and canvas to and fro.
- Which done, Prometheus sonne began by counsell wise and sage
- His cousin germanes fearfulnesse thus gently to asswage:
- Well, eyther in these doubtfull words is hid some misterie,
- Whereof the Gods permit us not the meaning to espie,
- Or questionlesse and if the sence of inward sentence deeme
- Like as the tenour of the words apparantly doe seeme,
- It is no breach of godlynesse to doe as God doth bid.
- I take our Graundame for the earth, the stones within hir hid
- I take for bones, these are the bones the which are meaned here.
- Though Titans daughter at this wise conjecture of hir fere
- Were somewhat movde, yet none of both did stedfast credit geve,
- So hardly could they in their heartes the heavenly hestes beleve.
- But what and if they made a proufe? what harme could come thereby?
- They went their wayes and heild their heades, and did their cotes untie.
- And at their backes did throw the stones by name of bones foretolde.
- The stones (who would beleve the thing, but that the time of olde
- Reportes it for a stedfast truth?) of nature tough and harde,
- Began to warre both soft and smothe: and shortly afterwarde
- To winne therwith a better shape: and as they did encrease,
- A mylder nature in them grew, and rudenesse gan to cease.
- For at the first their shape was such, as in a certaine sort
- Resembled man, but of the right and perfect shape came short.
- Even like to Marble ymages new drawne and roughly wrought,
- Before the Carver by his Arte to purpose hath them brought.
- Such partes of them where any juice or moysture did abound,
- Or else were earthie, turned to flesh: and such as were so sound,
- And harde as would not bow nor bende did turne to bones: againe
- The part that was a veyne before, doth still his name retaine.
- Thus by the mightie powre of God ere lenger time was past,
- The mankinde was restorde by stones, the which a man did cast.
- And likewise also by the stones the which a woman threw,
- The womankinde repayred was and made againe of new.
- Of these are we the crooked ympes, and stonie race in deede,
- Bewraying by our toyling life, from whence we doe proceede.