Metamorphoses
Ovid
Ovid. The XV bookes of P. Ouidius Naso, entytuled Metamorphosis. Golding, Arthur, translator. London: W. Seres (printer), 1567.
- Now, as a Goddesse, is she had in honour everie where
- Among the folke that dwell by Nyle yclad in linnen weede.
- Of her in tyme came Epaphus begotten of the seede
- Of myghtie Jove. This noble ympe nowe joyntly with his mother,
- Through all the Cities of that lande have temples t'one with toother.
- There was his match in heart and yeares, the lustie Phaeton,
- A stalworth stripling strong and stout, the golden Phoebus sonne.
- Whome making proude and stately vauntes of his so noble race,
- And unto him in that respect in nothing giving place,
- The sonne of Io coulde not beare: but sayde unto him thus:
- No marvell though thou be so proude and full of wordes ywus.
- For everie fonde and trifling tale the which thy mother makes,
- Thy gyddie wit and hairebrainde heade forthwith for gospell takes.
- Well, vaunt thy selfe of Phoebus still, for when the truth is seene,
- Thou shalt perceyve that fathers name a forged thing to beene.
- At this reproch did Phaeton wax as red as any fire:
- Howbeit for the present tyme did shame represse his ire.
- Unto his mother Clymen straight he goeth to detect
- The spitefull wordes that Epaphus against him did object.
- Yes mother (quoth he) and which ought your greater griefe to bee,
- I who at other tymes of talke was wont to be so free
- And stoute, had neere a worde to say, I was ashamde to take
- So fowle a foyle: the more because I could none answere make.
- But if I be of heavenly race exacted as ye say,
- Then shewe some token of that highe and noble byrth I pray.
- And vouche me for to be of heaven. With that he gently cast
- His armes about his mothers necke, and clasping hir full fast,
- Besought hir as she lovde his life, and as she lovde the lyfe
- Of Merops, and had kept hir selfe as undefiled wyfe,
- And as she wished welthily his sisters to bestowe,
- She would some token give whereby his rightfull Sire to knowe.
- It is a doubtful matter whither Clymen moved more
- With this hir Phaetons earnest sute, exacting it so sore,
- Or with the slaunder of the bruit layde to hir charge before,
- Did holde up both hir handes to heaven, and looking on the Sunne,
- My right deare childe I safely sweare (quoth she to Phaeton)
- That of this starre the which so bright doth glister in thine eye:
- Of this same Sunne that cheares the world with light indifferently
- Wert thou begot: and if I fayne, then with my heart I pray,
- That never may I see him more unto my dying day.
- But if thou have so great desire thy father for to knowe,
- Thou shalt not neede in that behalfe much labour to bestowe.
- The place from whence he doth arise adjoyneth to our lande.
- And if thou thinke thy heart will serve, then go and understande
- The truth of him. When Phaeton heard his mother saying so,
- He gan to leape and skip for joye. He fed his fansie tho,
- Upon the Heaven and heavenly things: and so with willing minde,
- From Aethiop first his native home, and afterwarde through Inde
- Set underneath the morning starre he went so long, till as
- He founde me where his fathers house and dayly rising was.
- The Princely Pallace of the Sunne stood gorgeous to beholde
- On stately Pillars builded high of yellow burnisht golde,
- Beset with sparckling Carbuncles that like to fire did shine.
- The roofe was framed curiously of Ivorie pure and fine.
- The two doore leaves of silver cleare a radiant light did cast:
- But yet the cunning workemanship of things therein farre past
- The stuffe wherof the doores were made. For there a perfect plat
- Had Vulcane drawne of all the worlde: Both of the sourges that
- Embrace the earth with winding waves, and of the stedfast ground,
- And of the heaven it selfe also that both encloseth round.
- And first and formest in the Sea the Gods thereof did stande:
- Loude sounding Tryton with his shirle and writhen Trumpe in hande:
- Unstable Protew chaunging aye his figure and his hue,
- From shape to shape a thousande sithes as list him to renue:
- Aegeon leaning boystrously on backes of mightie Whales
- And Doris with hir daughters all: of which some cut the wales
- With splaied armes, some sate on rockes and dride their goodly haire,
- And some did ryde uppon the backes of fishes here and theare.
- Not one in all poyntes fully lyke an other coulde ye see,
- Nor verie farre unlike, but such as sisters ought to bee.
- The Earth had townes, men, beasts and Woods with sundrie trees and rods,
- And running Ryvers with their Nymphes and other countrie Gods.
- Directly over all these same the plat of heaven was pight,
- Upon the two doore leaves, the signes of all the Zodiak bright,
- Indifferently six on the left and six upon the right.
- When Clymens sonne had climbed up at length with weerie pace,
- And set his foote within his doubted fathers dwelling place,
- Immediately he preaced forth to put him selfe in sight,
- And stoode aloofe. For neere at hande he could not bide the light.
- In purple Robe and royall Throne of Emeraudes freshe and greene
- Did Phoebus sitte, and on eche hande stoode wayting well beseene,
- Dayes, Monthes, yeares, ages, seasons, times, and eke the equall houres.
- There stoode the springtime with a crowne of fresh and fragrant floures.
- There wayted Sommer naked starke all save a wheaten Hat:
- And Autumne smerde with treading grapes late at the pressing Vat.
- And lastly quaking for the colde, stood Winter all forlorne,
- With rugged heade as white as Dove, and garments all to torne,
- Forladen with the Isycles that dangled up and downe
- Uppon his gray and hoarie bearde and snowie frozen crowne.
- The Sunne thus sitting in the middes did cast his piercing eye,
- (With which full lightly when he list he all thinges doth espye)
- Upon his childe that stood aloofe, agast and trembling sore
- At sight of such unwonted things, and thus bespake him thore:
- O noble ympe, O Phaeton which art not such (I see)
- Of whome thy father should have cause ashamed for to bee:
- Why hast thou traveld to my court? what is thy will with mee?
- Then answerde he: Of all the worlde O onely perfect light,
- O Father Phoebus, (if I may usurpe that name of right,
- And that my mother for to save hir selfe from worldely shame,
- Hyde not hir fault with false pretence and colour of thy name)
- Some signe apparant graunt whereby I may be knowne thy Sonne,
- And let mee hang no more in doubt. He had no sooner donne,
- But that his father putting off the bright and fierie beames
- That glistred rounde about his heade like cleare and golden streames,
- Commaunded him to draw him neere, and him embracing sayde:
- To take mee for thy rightfull Sire thou neede not be afrayde.
- Thy mother Clymen of a truth from falshood standeth free.
- And for to put thee out of doubt aske what thou wilt of mee,
- And I will give thee thy desire, the Lake whereby of olde
- We Gods do sweare (the which mine eyes did never yet beeholde)
- Beare witnesse with thee of my graunt. He scarce this tale had tolde,
- But that the foolish Phaeton straight for a day did crave
- The guyding of his winged Steedes, and Chariot for to have.
- Then did his Father by and by forethinke him of his oth.
- And shaking twentie tymes his heade, as one that was full wroth,
- Bespake him thus: Thy wordes have made me rashly to consent
- To that which shortly both of us (I feare mee) shall repent.
- Oh that I might retract my graunt, my sonne I doe protest
- I would denie thee nothing else save this thy fond request.
- I may disswade, there lyes herein more perill than thou weene:
- The things the which thou doest desire of great importance beene:
- More than thy weakenesse well can wielde, a charge (as well appeares)
- Of greater weight, than may agree with these thy tender yeares.
- Thy state is mortall, weake and frayle, the thing thou doest desire
- Is such, whereto no mortall man is able to aspire.
- Yea, foolish boy, thou doest desire (and all for want of wit)
- A greater charge than any God coulde ever have as yet.
- For were there any of them all so overseene and blinde,
- To take upon him this my charge, full quickly should he finde
- That none but I could sit upon the fierie Axeltree.
- No not even he that rules this wast and endlesse space we see,
- Not he that darts with dreadfull hande the thunder from the Skie,
- Shall drive this chare. And yet what thing in all the world perdie
- Is able to compare with Jove? Now first the morning way
- Lyes steepe upright, so that the steedes in coolest of the day
- And beeing fresh have much adoe to climbe against the Hyll.
- Amiddes the heaven the gastly heigth augmenteth terror still.
- My heart doth waxe as colde as yse full many a tyme and oft
- For feare to see the Sea and land from that same place aloft.
- The Evening way doth fall plump downe requiring strength to guide,
- That Tethis who doth harbrowgh mee within hir sourges wide
- Doth stand in feare lest from the heaven I headlong down should slide.
- Besides all this the Heaven aye swimmes and wheeles about full swift
- And with his rolling dryves the starres their proper course to shift.
- Yet doe I keepe my native course against this brunt so stout,
- Not giving place as others doe: but boldely bearing out
- The force and swiftnesse of that heaven that whyrleth so about.
- Admit thou had my winged Steedes and Chariot in thine hande:
- What couldste thou doe? dost thinke thy selfe well able to withstande
- The swiftnesse of the whyrled Poles, but that their brunt and sway
- (Yea doe the best and worst thou can) shall beare thee quite away?
- Perchaunce thou dost imagine there some townes of Gods to finde,
- With groves and Temples richt with giftes as is among mankinde.
- Thou art deceyved utterly: thou shalt not finde it so.
- By blinde bywayes and ugly shapes of monsters must thou go.
- And though thou knewe the way so well as that thou could not stray,
- Betweene the dreadful bulles sharp hornes yet must thou make thy way.
- Agaynst the cruell Bowe the which the Aemonian archer drawes:
- Against the ramping Lyon armde with greedie teeth and pawes:
- Against the Scorpion stretching farre his fell and venymd clawes:
- And eke the Crab that casteth forth his crooked clees awrie
- Not in such sort as th'other doth, and yet as dreadfully.
- Againe thou neyther hast the powre nor yet the skill I knowe
- My lustie coursers for to guide that from their nostrilles throwe
- And from their mouthes the fierie breath that breedeth in their brest.
- For scarcely will they suffer mee who knowes their nature best
- When that their cruell courages begin to catch a heate,
- That hardely should I deale with them, but that I know the feate.
- But lest my gift should to thy griefe and utter perill tend
- My Sonne beware and (whyle thou mayst) thy fonde request amend.
- Bycause thou woulde be knowne to bee my childe thou seemst to crave
- A certaine signe: what surer signe I pray thee canst thou have
- Than this my feare so fatherly the which I have of thee
- Which proveth me most certainly thy father for to bee?
- Beholde and marke my countenaunce. would to God thy sight
- Could pierce within my wofull brest, to see the heavie plight,
- And heapes of cares within my heart. Looke through the worlde so round
- Of all the wealth and goodes therein: if ought there may be found
- In Heaven or Earth or in the Sea, aske what thou lykest best,
- And sure it shall not be denide. This onely one request
- That thou hast made I heartely beseech thee to relent,
- Which for to tearme the thing aright is even a punishment,
- And not an honour as thou thinkest: my Phaeton thou dost crave
- In stead of honour even a scourge and punishment for to have.
- Thou fondling thou, what dost thou meane with fawning armes about
- My necke thus flattringly to hang? Thou needest not to dout.
- I have alreadie sworne by Styx, aske what thou wilt of mee
- And thou shalt have. Yet let thy next wish somewhat wiser bee