But yet a comfort to them both in this their altred hewBecame that noble impe of theirs that Indie did subdew,Whom al Achaia worshipped with temples builded new. All only Acrise, Abas sonne, (though of the selfesame stocke)Remaind, who out of Argos walles unkindly did him locke,And moved wilfull warre against his Godhead: thinking thatThere was not any race of Goddes, for he beleved notThat Persey was the sonne of Jove: or that he was conceyved By Danae of golden shower through which shee was deceived.But yet ere long (such present force hath truth) he doth repentAs well his great impietie against God Bacchus meant,As also that he did disdaine his Nephew for to knowe.But Bacchus now full gloriously himselfe in Heaven doth showe. And Persey bearing in his hand the monster Gorgons head,That famous spoyle which here and there with snakish haire was spread,Doth beat the ayre with wavyng wings. And as he overflewThe Lybicke sandes, the droppes of bloud that from the head did sewOf Gorgon being new cut off, upon the ground did fal. Which taking them (and as it were conceyving therwithall)Engendred sundrie Snakes and wormes: by meanes wherof that clymeDid swarme with Serpents ever since, even to this present tyme.From thence he lyke a watrie cloud was caried with the weather,Through all the heaven, now here, now there as light as any feather. And from aloft he viewes the earth that underneath doth lie,And swiftly over all the worlde doth in conclusion flie,Three times the chilling Beares, three times the Crabbes fel cleas he saw:Oft times to Weast, oftimes to East did drive him many a flaw.Now at such time as unto rest the sonne began to drawe, Bicause he did not thinke it good to be abroad all night,Within King Atlas western Realme he ceased from his flight,Requesting that a little space of rest enjoy he might,Untill such tyme as Lucifer should bring the morning gray,And morning bring the lightsome Sunne that guides the cherefull day. This Atlas, Japets Nephewe, was a man that did excellIn stature everie other wight that in the worlde did dwell.The utmost coast of all the earth and all that Sea whereinThe tyred steedes and wearied Wayne of Phoebus dived bin,Were in subjection to this King. A thousande flockes of sheepe, A thousand heirdes of Rother beastes he in his fields did keepe:And not a neighbor did anoy his ground by dwelling nie.To him the wandring Persey thus his language did applie:If high renowne of royall race thy noble heart may move,I am the sonne of Jove himselfe: or if thou more approve The valiant deedes and hault exploytes, thou shalt perceive in meeSuch doings as deserve with prayse extolled for to bee.I pray thee of thy courtesie receive mee as thy guest,And let mee only for this night within thy palace rest.King Atlas called straight to minde an auncient prophesie Made by Parnassian Themys, which this sentence did implie:The time shall one day, Atlas, come in which thy golden treeShall of hir fayre and precious fruite dispoyld and robbed bee.And he shall be the sonne of Jove that shall enjoy the pray.For feare hereof he did enclose his Orchard everie way With mightie hilles, and put an ougly Dragon in the sameTo keepe it. Further he forbad that any straunger cameWithin his Realme, and to this knight he sayde presumtuouslie:Avoyd my land, onlesse thou wilt by utter perill trieThat all thy glorious actes whereof thou doest so loudly lie And Jove thy father be too farre to helpe thee at thy neede.To these his wordes he added force, and went about in deedeTo drive him out by strength of hand. To speake was losse of windeFor neyther could intreating faire nor stoutnesse tourne his minde.Well then (quoth Persey) sith thou doest mine honour set so light, Take here a present: and with that he turnes away his sight,And from his left side drewe mee out Medusas lothly head.As huge and big as Atlas was he tourned in that steadInto a mountaine: into trees his beard and locks did passe:His hands and shoulders made the ridge: that part which lately was His head, became the highest top of all the hill: his bonesWere turnd to stones: and therewithall he grew mee all at onceBeyond all measure up in heighth (for so God thought it best)So farre that Heaven with all the starres did on his shoulders rest.In endlesse prison by that time had Aeolus lockt the wind And now the cheerely morning starre that putteth folke in mindTo rise about their daylie worke shone brightly in the skie.Then Persey unto both his feete did streight his feathers tieAnd girt his Woodknife to his side, and from the earth did stie.And leaving nations nomberlesse beneath him everie way At last upon King Cepheyes fields in Aethiop did he stay.Where cleane against all right and law by Joves commaundementAndromad for hir mothers tongue did suffer punishment.Whome to a rocke by both the armes when fastned hee had seene,He would have thought of Marble stone shee had some image beene, But that hir tresses to and fro the whisking winde did blowe,And trickling teares warme from hir eyes adowne hir cheeks did flow,Unwares hereat gan secret sparkes within his breast to glow.His wits were straught at sight thereof and ravisht in such wise,That how to hover with his wings he scarsly could devise. As soone as he had stayd himselfe: O Ladie faire (quoth hee)Not worthie of such bands as these, but such wherewith we seeTogither knit in lawfull bed the earnest lovers bee,I pray thee tell mee what thy selfe and what this lande is namedAnd wherefore thou dost weare these Chains. The Ladie ill ashamedWas at the sodaine striken domb: and lyke a fearfull maidShee durst not speake unto a man. Had not hir handes beene staidShe would have hid hir bashfull face. Howbeit as she mightWith great abundance of hir teares shee stopped up hir sightBut when that Persey oftentimes was earnestly in handTo learne this matter, for bicause shee would not seeme to standIn stubborne silence of hir faultes, shee tolde him what the landAnd what she hight: and how hir mother for hir beauties sakeThrough pride did unadvisedly too much upon hir take.And ere shee full had made an ende, the water gan to rore: An ougly monster from the deepe was making to the shoreWhich bare the Sea before his breast. The Virgin shrieked out.Hir father and hir mother both stood mourning thereabout,In wretched ease both twaine, but not so wretched as the maidWho wrongly for hir mothers fault the bitter raunsome paid. They brought not with them any help: but (as the time and caceRequird) they wept and wrang their hands, and streightly did embraceHir bodie fastened to the rock. Then Persey them bespake,And sayde: The time may serve too long this sorrow for to make:But time of helpe must eyther now or never else be take. Now if I, Persey, sonne of hir whome in hir fathers towreThe mightie Jove begat with childe in shape of golden showre,Who cut off ougly Gorgons head bespred with snakish heare,And in the ayre durst trust these winges my body for to beare,perchaunce should save your daughters life, I think ye should as then Accept mee for your sonne in lawe before all other men.To these great thewes (by the help of God) I purpose for to addeA just desert in helping hir that is so hard bestadde.I covenaunt with you by my force and manhod for to save hir,Conditionly that to my wife in recompence I have hir. Hir parents tooke his offer streight: for who would sticke thereat?And praid him faire, and promisde him that for performing thatThey would endow him with the ryght of al their Realme beeside.

Like as a Gally with hir nose doth cut the waters wide,Enforced by the sweating armes of Rowers wyth the tideEven so the monster with his brest did beare the waves aside,And was now come as neere the rocke as well a man myght flingAmid the pure and vacant aire a pellet from a sling.When on the sodaine Persey pusht his foote against the ground,And stied upward to the clouds his shadow did rebound Upon the sea: the beast ran fierce upon the passing shade.And as an Egle when he sees a Dragon in a gladeLie beaking of his blewish backe against the sunnie rayes,Doth seize upon him unbeware, and with his talants layesSure holde upon his scalie necke lest writhing back his head His cruell teeth might doe him harme: so Persey in that steadDiscending downe the ayre amaine with all his force and mightDid seize upon the monsters backe: and underneath the rightFinne hard unto the verie hilt his hooked sworde did smight.The monster being wounded sore did sometime leape aloft,And sometime under water dive, bestirring him full oftAs doth a chaufed Boare beset with barking Dogges about.But Persey with his lightsome wings still keeping him withoutThe monsters reach, with hooked sword doth sometime hew his backWhere as the hollow scales give way: and sometime he doth hacke The ribbes on both his maled sides: and sometime he doth woundHis spindle tayle where into fish it growes most smal and round.The Whale at Persey from his mouth such waves of water cast,Bemixed with the purple bloud, that all bedreint at lastHis feathers verie heavie were: and doubting any more To trust his wings now waxing wet, he straight began to soreUp to a rocke which in the calme above the water stood:But in the tempest evermore was hidden with the flood.And leaning thereunto and with his left hand holding justThe top thereof a dozen times his weapon he did thrust Among his guttes. The joyfull noyse and clapping of their handsThe which were made for loosening of Andromad from hir bands,Filde all the coast and heaven it selfe. The parents of the MaideCassiope and Cepheus were glad and well appayde:And calling him their sonne in law confessed him to bee The helpe and savegarde of their house. Andromade the feeAnd cause of Perseys enterprise from bondes now beyng free,He washed his victorious hands. And lest the Snakie headeWith lying on the gravell hard should catch some harme, he spredSoft leaves and certaine tender twigs that in the water grew, And laid Medusas head thereon: the twigs yet being newAnd quicke and full of juicie pith full lightly to them drewThe nature of this monstrous head. For both the leafe and boughFull straungely at the touch thereof became both hard and tough.The Sea nymphes tride this wondrous fact in divers other roddes And were full glad to see the chaunge, bicause there was no oddesOf leaves or twigs or of the seedes new shaken from the coddes.For still like nature ever since is in our Corall founde:That looke how soone it toucheth Ayre it waxeth hard and sounde,And that which under water was a sticke, above is stone. Three altars to as many Gods he makes of Turfe anon:Upon the left hand Mercuries: Minervas on the right:And in the middle Jupiters: to Pallas he did dightA Cow: a Calfe to Mercurie: a Bull to royall Jove.Forthwith he tooke Andromade the price for which he strove Endowed with hir fathers Realme. For now the God of LoveAnd Hymen unto mariage his minde in hast did move.Great fires were made of sweete perfumes, and curious garlandes hungAbout the house, which every where of mirthful musicke rungThe gladsome signe of merie mindes. The Pallace gates were set Wide open. None from comming in were by the Porters let.All Noblemen and Gentlemen that were of any portTo this same great and royall feast of Cephey did resort.When having taken their repast as well of meate as wineTheir hearts began to pleasant mirth by leysure to encline, The valiant Persey of the folke and facions of the landBegan to be inquisitive. One Lincide out of handThe rites and manners of the folke did doe him t'understand.Which done he sayd: O worthie knight I pray thee tell us byWhat force or wile thou gotst the head with haires of Adders slie. Then Persey tolde how underneath colde Atlas lay a plaineSo fenced in on every side with mountaines high, that vaineWere any force to win the same. In entrance of the whichTwo daughters of King Phorcis dwelt whose chaunce and hap was suchThat one eye served both their turnes: whereof by wilie slight And stealth in putting forth his hand he did bereve them quight,As they from t'one to tother were delivering of the same.From whence by long blind crooked wayes unhandsomly he cameThrough gastly groves by ragged cliffes unto the drerie placeWhereas the Gorgons dwelt: and there he saw (a wretched case) The shapes as well of men as beasts lie scattered everie whereIn open fields and common wayes, the which transformed wereFrom living things to stones at sight of foule Medusas heare,But yet that he through brightnesse of his monstrous brazen shieldThe which he in his left hand bare, Medusas face beheld. And while that in a sound dead sleepe were all hir Snakes and she,He softly pared off hir head: and how that he did seeSwift Pegasus the winged horse and eke his brother growOut of their mothers new shed bloud. Moreover he did showA long discourse of all his happes and not so long as trew: As namely of what Seas and landes the coasts he overflew,And eke what starres with stying wings he in the while did vew.But yet his tale was at an ende ere any lookt therefore.Upon occasion by and by of wordes reherst beforeThere was a certaine noble man demaunded him wherefore Shee only of the sisters three haire mixt with Adders bore.Sir (aunswerde Persey) sith you aske a matter worth reportI graunt to tell you your demaunde. She both in comly portAnd beautie, every other wight surmounted in such sort,That many suters unto hir did earnestly resort. And though that whole from top to toe most bewtifull she were,In all hir bodie was no part more goodly than hir heare.I know some parties yet alive, that say they did hir see.It is reported how she should abusde by Neptune beeIn Pallas Church: from which fowle facte Joves daughter turnde hir eye, And with hir Target hid hir face from such a villanie.And lest it should unpunisht be, she turnde hir seemely heareTo lothly Snakes: the which (the more to put hir foes in feare)Before hir brest continually she in her shield doth beare.

Now while that Danaes noble sonne was telling of these thingsAmid a throng of Cepheys Lordes, through al the Pallace ringsA noyse of people nothing like the sound of such as singAt wedding feastes, but like the rore of such as tidings bringOf cruell warre. This sodaine chaunge from feasting unto fray Might well be likened to the Sea: whych standing at a stayThe woodnesse of the windes makes rough by raising of the wave.King Cepheys brother Phyney was the man that rashly gaveThe first occasion of this fray. Who shaking in hys handA Dart of Ash with head of steele, sayd: Loe: loe here I stand To chalenge thee that wrongfully my ravisht spouse doste holde.Thy wings nor yet thy forged Dad in shape of feyned goldeShall now not save thee from my handes. As with that word he bentHis arme aloft, the foresaid Dart at Persey to have sent,What doste thou brother (Cephey cride) what madnesse moves thy minde To doe so foule a deede? is this the friendship he shall findeAmong us for his good deserts? And wilt thou needes requiteThe saving of thy Neeces life with such a foule despight?Whome Persey hath not from thee tane: but (if thou be advisde)But Neptunes heavie wrath bicause his Sea nymphes were despisde: But horned Hammon: but the beast which from the Sea arrivedOn my deare bowels for to feede. That time wert thou deprivedOf thy betroothed, when hir life upon the losing stoode:Onlesse perchaunce to see hir lost it woulde have done thee good,And easde thy heart to see me sad. And may it not sufficeThat thou didst see hir to the rocke fast bound before thine eyesAnd didst not helpe hir beyng both hir husband and hir Eame?Onlesse thou grudge that any man should come within my RealmeTo save hir life, and seeke to rob him of his just rewarde?Which if thou thinke to be so great, thou shouldst have had regarde Before, to fetch it from the rocke to which thou sawste it bound.I pray thee, brother, seeing that by him the meanes is foundThat in mine age without my childe I go not to the grounde,Permit him to enjoy the price for which we did compounde,And which he hath by due desert of purchace deerely bought. For brother, let it never sinke nor enter in thy thoughtThat I set more by him than thee: but this may well be sedI rather had to give hir him than see my daughter dead.He gave him not a worde againe: but looked eft on him,And eft on Persey irefully with countnance stoure and grim, Not knowing which were best to hit: and after little stayHe shooke his Dart, and flung it forth with all the powre and swayThat Anger gave at Perseys head. But harme it did him none,It sticked in the Bedsteddes head that Persey sate upon.Then Persey sternely starting up and pulling out the DartDid throw it at his foe agayne, and therewithall his hartHad cliven asunder, had he not behinde an Altar start.The Altar (more the pitie was) did save the wicked wight.Yet threw he not the Dart in vaine: it hit one Rhetus rightAmid the foreheade: who therewith sanke downe, and when the steele Was plucked out, he sprawlde about and spurned with his heele,And all berayd the boorde with bloud. Then all the other routAs fierce as fire flang Dartes: and some there were that cried outThat Cephey with his sonne in lawe was worthy for to die.But he had wound him out of doores protesting solemly As he was just and faithfull Prince, and swearing eke by allThe Gods of Hospitalitie, that that same broyle did fallFull sore against his will. At hand was warlie Pallas streightAnd shadowed Persey with hir shielde, and gave him heart in feight.There was one Atys borne in Inde, (of faire Lymniace The River Ganges daughter thought the issue for to be),Of passing beautie which with rich aray he did augment.He ware that day a scarlet Cloke, about the which there wentA garde of golde: a cheyne of golde he ware about his necke:And eke his haire perfumde with Myrrhe a costly crowne did decke. Full sixtene yeares he was of age: such cunning skill he couldeIn darting, as to hit his marke farre distant when he would.Yet how to handle Bow and shaftes much better did he know.Now as he was about that time to bende his horned Bowe,A firebrand Persey raught that did upon the Aultar smoke, And dasht him overtwhart the face with such a violent stroke,That all bebattred was his head, the bones asunder broke.When Lycabas of Assur lande, his moste assured friendAnd deare companion, being no dissembler of his miend,Which most entierly did him love, behelde him on the ground Lie weltring with disfigurde face, and through that grievous woundNow gasping out his parting ghost, his death he did lament,And taking hastly up the Bow that Atys erst had bent:Encounter thou with me (he saide) thou shalt not long enjoyThy triumphing in braverie thus, for killing of this boy, By which thou getst more spight than praise. All this was scarsly sed,But that the arrow from the string went streyned to the head.Howbeit Persey (as it hapt) so warely did it shunne,As that it in his coteplights hung. Then to him did he runneWith Harpe in his hand bestaind with grim Medusas blood, And thrust him through the brest therwith. He quothing as he stoodDid looke about where Atys lay with dim and dazeling eyes,Now waving under endlesse night: and downe by him he lies,And for to comfort him withall togither with him dies.

Behold through gredie haste to feight one Phorbas, Methions son, A Swevite: and of Lybie lande one callde AmphimedonBy fortune sliding in the blood with which the ground was wet,Fell downe: and as they woulde have rose, Perseus fauchon metWith both of them. Amphimedon upon the ribbes he smote,And with the like celeritie he cut me Phorbas throte. But unto Erith, Actors sonne, that in his hand did holdeA brode browne Bill, with his short sword he durst not be too boldeTo make approch. With both his handes a great and massie cupEmbost with cunning portrayture aloft he taketh up,And sendes it at him. He spewes up red bloud: and falling downe o Upon his backe, against the ground doth knocke his dying crowne.Then downe he Polydemon throwes, extract of royall race,And Abaris the Scithian, and Clytus in like case,And Elice with his unshorne lockes, and also Phlegias,And Lycet, olde Sperchesies sonne, with divers other mo, That on the heapes of corses slaine he treades as he doth go.And Phyney daring not presume to meet his foe at hand,Did cast a Dart: which hapt to light on Idas who did standAloofe as neuter (though in vaine) not medling with the Fray.Who casting backe a frowning looke at Phyney, thus did say: Sith whether that I will or no compeld I am perforceTo take a part, have Phyney here him whome thou doste enforceTo be thy foe, and with this wound my wrongfull wound requite.But as he from his body pullde the Dart, with all his mightTo throw it at his foe againe, his limmes so feebled wereWith losse of bloud, that downe he fell and could not after steare.There also lay Odites slaine the chiefe in all the landNext to King Cephey, put to death by force of Clymens hand.Protenor was by Hypsey killde, and Lyncide did as muchFor Hypsey. In the throng there was an auncient man and such A one as loved righteousnesse and greatly feared God:Emathion called was his name: whome sith his yeares forbad To put on armes, he feights with tongue, inveying earnestlyAgainst that wicked war the which he banned bitterly.As on the Altar he himselfe with quivering handes did stay, One Cromis tipped off his head: his head cut off streight wayUpon the Altar fell, and there his tongue not fully deadDid bable still the banning wordes the which it erst had sed,And breathed forth his fainting ghost among the burning brandes.Then Brote and Hammon brothers, twins, stout champions of their hands In wrestling Pierlesse (if so be that wrestling could sustaineThe furious force of slicing swordes) were both by Phyney slaine.And so was Alphit, Ceres Priest, that ware upon his crowneA stately Miter faire and white with Tables hanging downe.Thou also Japets sonne for such affaires as these unmeete But meete to tune thine instrument with voyce and Ditie sweete,The worke of peace, wert thither callde th'assemblie to rejoyceAnd for to set the mariage forth with pleasant singing voyce.As with his Violl in his hand he stoode a good way off,There commeth to him Petalus and sayes in way of scoffe: Go sing the resdue to the ghostes about the Stygian Lake,And in the left side of his heade his dagger poynt he strake.He sanke downe deade with fingers still yet warbling on the stringAnd so mischaunce knit up with wo the song that he did sing.But fierce Lycormas could not beare to see him murdred so Without revengement. Up he caught a mightie Leaver thoThat wonted was to barre the doore a right side of the houseAnd therewithall to Petalus he lendeth such a souseFull in the noddle of the necke, that like a snetched OxeStreight tumbling downe, against the ground his groveling face he knox. And Pelates, a Garamant, attempted to have caughtThe left doore barre: but as thereat with stretched hand he raught,One Coryt, sonne of Marmarus did with a Javelin strickeHim through the hand, that to the wood fast nayled did it sticke.As Pelates stoode fastned thus, one Abas goard his side: He could not fall, but hanging still upon the poste there dideFast nayled by the hand. And there was overthrowne a KnightOf Perseyes band callde Melaney, and one that Dorill hight,A man of greatest landes in all the Realme of Nasamone.That occupide so large a grounde as Dorill was there none, ' Nor none that had such store of come. There came a Dart askewAnd lighted in his Coddes, the place where present death doth sew.When Alcion of Barcey, he that gave this deadly wound,Beheld him yesking forth his ghost and falling to the groundWith watrie eyes the white turnde up: Content thy selfe, he said, With that same litle plot of grounde whereon thy corse is layde,In steade of all the large fat fieldes which late thou didst possesse.And with that word he left him dead. Perseus to redresseThis slaughter and this spightfull taunt, streight snatched out the DartThat sticked in the fresh warme wound, and with an angrie hart Did send it at the throwers head: the Dart did split his noseEven in the middes, and at his necke againe the head out goes:So that it peered both the wayes. Whiles fortune doth supportAnd further Persey thus, he killes (but yet in sundrie sort)Two brothers by the mother: t'one callde Clytie, tother Dane. For on a Dart through both his thighes did Clytie take his bane:And Danus with another Dart was striken in the mouth.There died also Celadon, a Gypsie of the South:And so did bastard Astrey too, whose mother was a Jew:And sage Ethion well foreseene in things that should ensew, But utterly beguilde as then by Birdes that aukly flew.King Cepheyes harnessebearer callde Thoactes lost his life,And Agyrt whom for murdring late his father with a knifeThe worlde spake shame of. Nathelesse much more remainde behindeThan was dispatched out of hand: for all were full in minde To murder one. The wicked throng had sworne to spend their bloodAgainst the right, and such a man as had deserved good.A tother side (although in vaine) of mere affection stoodThe Father and the Motherinlaw, and eke the heavie bride,Who filled with their piteous playnt the Court on everie side. But now the clattring of the swordes and harnesse at that tideWith grievous grones and sighes of such as wounded were or dide,Did raise up such a cruell rore that nothing could be heard.For fierce Bellona so renewde the battell afterward,That all the house did swim in blood. Duke Phyney with a rout Of moe than of a thousand men environd round aboutThe valiant Persey all alone. The Dartes of Phyneys bandeCame thicker than the Winters hayle doth fall upon the lande,By both his sides, his eyes and eares. He warely thereuponWithdrawes, and leanes his backe against a huge great arche of stone: And being safe behind, he settes his face against his foeWithstanding all their fierce assaultes. There did assaile him thoeUpon the left side Molpheus, a Prince of Choanie.And on the right Ethemon, borne hard by in Arabie.Like as the Tyger when he heares the lowing out of Neate In sundrie Medes, enforced sore through abstinence from meate,Would faine be doing with them both, and can not tell at whichWere best to give adventure first: so Persey who did itchTo be at host with both of them, and doubtfull whether sideTo turne him on, the right or left, upon advantage spide Did wound me Molphey on the leg, and from him quight him drave.He was contented with his flight: for why Ethemon gaveNo respite to him to pursue: but like a franticke manThrough egernesse to wounde his necke, without regarding whanOr how to strike for haste, he burst his brittle sworde in twaine Against the Arche: the poynt whereof rebounding backe againe,Did hit himselfe upon the throte. Howbeit that same woundWas unsufficient for to sende Ethemon to the ground.He trembled holding up his handes for mercie, but in vaine,For Persey thrust him through the heart with Hermes hooked skaine.

But when he saw that valiantnesse no lenger could avayle,By reason of the multitude that did him still assayle:Sith you your selves me force to call mine enmie to mine ayde,I will do so: if any friend of mine be here (he sayd)Sirs, turne your faces all away: and therewithall he drew Out Gorgons head. One Thessalus streight raging to him flew,And sayd: Go seeke some other man whome thou mayst make abashtWith these thy foolish juggling toyes. And as he would have dashtHis Javeling in him with that worde to kill him out of hand,With gesture throwing forth his Dart all Marble did he stand. His sworde through Lyncids noble heart had Amphix thought to shove:His hand was stone, and neyther one nor other way could move:But Niley who did vaunt himselfe to be the Rivers sonneThat through the boundes of Aegypt land in channels seven doth runne,And in his shielde had graven part of silver, part of golde The said seven channels of the Nile, sayd: Persey here beholdeFrom whence we fetch our piedegree: it may rejoyce thy hartTo die of such a noble hand as mine. The latter partOf these his words could scarce be heard: the dint therof was drownde:Ye would have thought him speaking still with open mouth: but sound Did none forth passe: there was for speache no passage to be found.Rebuking them cries Eryx: Sirs, it is not Gorgons face,It is your owne faint heartes that make you stonie in this case.Come let us on this fellow run and to the ground him beareThat feightes by witchcraft: as with that his feete forth stepping were, They stacke still fastened to the floore: he could not move aside,An armed image all of stone he speachlesse did abide.All these were justly punished. But one there was a knightOf Perseys band, in whose defence as Acont stoode to feight,He waxed overgrowne with stone at ugly Gorgons sight. Whome still as yet Astyages supposing for to live,Did with a long sharpe arming sworde a washing blow him give.The sword did clinke against the stone and out the sparcles drive.While all amazde Astyages stoode wondring at the thing,The selfesame nature on himselfe the Gorgons head did bring. And in his visage which was stone a countnance did remaineOf wondring still. A wearie worke it were to tell you plaineThe names of all the common sort. Two hundred from that frayDid scape unslaine: but none of them did go alive away.The whole two hundred every one at sight of Gorgons heare Were turned into stockes of stone. Then at the length for feareDid Phyney of his wrongfull war forthinke himselfe full sore.But now (alas) what remedie? he saw there stand beforeHis face, his men like Images in sundrie shapes all stone.He knew them well, and by their names did call them everychone: Desiring them to succor him: and trusting not his sightHe feeles the bodies that were next, and all were Marble quight.He turnes himselfe from Persey ward and humbly as he standesHe wries his armes behind his backe: and holding up his handes,O noble Persey, thou hast got the upper hand, he sed.Put up that monstruous shield of thine: put up that Gorgons headThat into stones transformeth men: put up, I thee desire.Not hatred, nor bicause to reigne as King I did aspire,Have moved me to make this fray. The only force of loveIn seeking my betrothed spouse, did hereunto me move. The better title seemeth thine bicause of thy desert:And mine by former promise made. It irkes me at the heartIn that I did not give the place. None other thing I craveO worthie knight, but that thou graunt this life of mine to save.Let all things else beside be thine. As he thus humbly spake Nor daring looke at him to whome he did entreatance make,The thing (quoth Persey) which to graunt both I can finde in heart,And is no little courtesie to shewe without desertUpon a Coward, I will graunt, O fearfull Duke, to thee.Set feare aside: thou shalt not hurt with any weapon bee. I will moreover so provide as thai thou shalt remaineAn everlasting monument of this dayes toyle and paine.The pallace of my Fathrinlaw shall henceforth be thy shrineWhere thou shalt stand continually before my spouses eyen,That of hir husband having ay the Image in hir sight, She may from time to time receyve some comfort and delight.He had no sooner sayd these wordes but that he turnde his shieldeWith Gorgons heade to that same part where Phyney with a mieldeAnd fearfull countnance set his face. Then also as he wrideHis eyes away, his necke waxt stiffe, his teares to stone were dride. A countnance in the stonie stocke of feare did still appeareWith humble looke and yeelding handes and gastly ruthfull cheare.With conquest and a noble wife doth Persey home repaireAnd in revengement of the right against the wrongfull heyre,As in his Graundsires just defence, he falles in hand with Prete Who like no brother but a foe did late before defeateKing Acrise of his townes by warre and of his royall seate.But neyther could his men of warre nor fortresse won by wrongDefend him from the griesly looke of grim Medusa long.And yet thee, foolish Polydect of little Seriph King, Such rooted rancor inwardly continually did sting,That neyther Perseys prowesse tride in such a sort of broylesNor yet the perils he endurde, nor all his troublous toylesCould cause thy stomacke to relent. Within thy stonie brestWorkes such a kinde of festred hate as cannot be represt. Thy wrongfull malice hath none ende. Moreover thou of spiteRepining at his worthy praise, his doings doste backbite:Upholding that Medusas death was but a forged lie:So long till Persey for to shewe the truth apparantly,Desiring such as were his friendes to turne away their eye, Drue out Medusas ougly head. At sight whereof anonThe hatefull Tyran Polydect was turned to a stone.

The Goddesse Pallas all this while did keepe continuallyHir brother Persey companie, till now that she did stieFrom Seriph in a hollow cloud, and leaving on the right The Iles of Scyre and Gyaros, she made from thence hir flightDirectly over that same Sea as neare as eye could ameTo Thebe and Mount Helicon, and when she thither came,She stayde hir selfe, and thus bespake the learned sisters nine:A rumor of an uncouth spring did pierce these eares of mine The which the winged stede shouldmake by stamping with his hoofe.This is the cause of my repaire: I would for certaine proofeBe glad to see the wondrous thing. For present there I stoodeAnd saw the selfesame Pegasus spring of his mothers blood.Dame Uranie did entertaine and aunswere Pallas thus:What cause so ever moves your grace to come and visit us,Most heartely you welcome are: and certaine is the fameOf this our Spring, that Pegasus was causer of the same.And with that worde she led hir forth to see the sacred spring.Who musing greatly with hir selfe at straungenesse of the thing, Surveyde the Woodes and groves about of auncient stately port.And when she saw the Bowres to which the Muses did resort,And pleasant fields beclad with herbes of sundrie hew and sort,She said that for their studies sake they were in happie caceAnd also that to serve their turne they had so trim a place. Then one of them replied thus: O noble Ladie who(But that your vertue greater workes than these are calles you to)Should else have bene of this our troupe, your saying is full true.To this our trade of life and place is commendation due.And sure we have a luckie lot and if the world were such As that we might in safetie live, but lewdnesse reignes so muchThat all things make us Maides afraide. Me thinkes I yet do seeThe wicked Tyran Pyren still: my heart is yet scarce freeFrom that same feare with which it hapt us flighted for to bee.This cruell Pyren was of Thrace and with his men of war The land of Phocis had subdude, and from this place not farWithin the Citie Dawlis reignde by force of wrongfull hand,One day to Phebus Temples warde that on Parnasus standAs we were going, in our way he met us courteously,And by the name of Goddesses saluting reverently Said: O ye Dames of Meonie (for why he knew us well)I pray you stay and take my hou.e untill this storme (there fellThat time a tempest and a showre) be past: the Gods aloftHave entred smaller sheddes than mine full many a time and oft.The rainie wether and hys wordes so moved us, that wee To go into an outer house of his did all agree.As soone as that the showre was past and heaven was voyded cleareOf all the Cloudes which late before did every where appeare,Until that Boreas had subdude the rainie Southerne winde,We woulde have by and by bene gone. He shet the doores in minde To ravish us: but we with wings escaped from his hands.He purposing to follow us, upon a Turret stands,And sayth he needes will after us the same way we did flie.And with that worde full frantickly he leapeth downe from hie,And pitching evelong on his face the bones asunder crasht, And dying, all abrode the ground his wicked bloud bedasht.Now as the Muse was telling this, they heard a noyse of wingsAnd from the leavie boughes aloft a sound of greeting rings.Minerva looking up thereat demaunded whence the soundeOf tongues that so distinctly spake did come so plaine and rounde? She thought some woman or some man had greeted hir that stounde.It was a flight of Birdes. Nyne Pies bewailing their mischaunceIn counterfetting everie thing from bough to bough did daunce.As Pallas wondred at the sight, the Muse spake thus in summe:These also being late ago in chalenge overcome,Made one kinde more of Birdes than was of auncient time beforne.In Macedone they were about the Citie Pella borneOf Pierus, a great riche Chuffe, and Euip, who by aydeOf strong Lucina travailing nine times, nine times was laideOf daughters in hir childbed safe. This fond and foolish routOf doltish sisters taking pride and waxing verie stout,Bicause they were in number nine came flocking all togitherThrough all the townes of Thessalie and all Achaia hither,And us with these or such like wordes to combate did provoke.Cease off, ye Thespian Goddesses, to mocke the simple folke With fondnesse of your Melodie. And if ye thinke in deedeYe can doe ought, contend with us and see how you shall speede.I warrant you ye passe us not in cunning nor in voyce.Ye are here nine, and so are we. We put you to the choyce,That eyther we will vanquish you and set you quight beside Your fountaine made by Pegasus which is your chiefest pride,And Aganippe too: or else confounde you us, and weOf all the woods of Macedone will dispossessed beAs farre as snowie Peonie: and let the Nymphes be Judges.Now in good sooth it was a shame to cope with suchie Drudges, But yet more shame it was to yeeld. The chosen Nymphes did sweareBy Styx, and sate them downe on seates of stone that growed there.Then streight without commission or election of the rest,The formost of them preasing forth undecently, profestThe chalenge to performe: and song the battels of the Goddes. She gave the Giants all the praise, the honor and the oddes,Abasing sore the worthie deedes of all the Gods. She tellesHow Typhon issuing from the earth and from the deepest helles,Made all the Gods above afraide, so greatly that they fledAnd never staide till Aegypt land and Nile whose streame is shed In channels seven, received them forwearied all togither:And how the Helhound Typhon did pursue them also thither.By meanes wherof the Gods eche one were faine themselves to hideIn forged shapes. She saide that Jove the Prince of Gods was wrideIn shape of Ram: which is the cause that at this present tide Joves ymage which the Lybian folke by name of Hammon serve,Is made with crooked welked homes that inward still doe terve:That Phebus in a Raven lurkt, and Bacchus in a Geate,And Phebus sister in a Cat, and Juno in a Neate,And Venus in the shape of Fish, and how that last of all Mercurius hid him in a Bird which Ibis men doe call.This was the summe of all the tale which she with rolling tungAnd yelling throteboll to hir harpe before us rudely sung.Our turne is also come to speake, but that perchaunce your graceTo give the hearing to our song hath now no time nor space. Yes yes (quoth Pallas) tell on forth in order all your tale:And downe she sate among the trees which gave a pleasant swale.The Muse made aunswere thus: To one Calliope here by nameThis chalenge we committed have and ordring of the same.Then rose up faire Calliope with goodly bush of heareTrim wreathed up with yvie leaves, and with hir thumbe gan steareThe quivering strings, to trie them if they were in tune or no.Which done, she playde upon hir Lute and song hir Ditie so:

Dame Ceres first to breake the Earth with plough the maner found,She first made come and stover soft to grow upon the ground, She first made lawes: for all these things we are to Ceres bound.Of hir must I as now intreate: would God I could resoundHir worthie laude: she doubtlesse is a Goddesse worthie praise.Bicause the Giant Typhon gave presumptuously assayesTo conquer Heaven, the howgie Ile of Trinacris is layd Upon his limmes, by weight whereof perforce he downe is weyde.He strives and strugles for to rise full many a time and oft.But on his right hand toward Rome Pelorus standes aloft:Pachynnus standes upon his left: his legs with LilybieAre pressed downe: his monstrous head doth under Aetna lie. From whence he lying bolt upright with wrathfull mouth doth spitOut flames of fire. He wrestleth oft and walloweth for to witAnd if he can remove the weight of all that mightie landOr tumble downe the townes and hilles that on his bodie stand.By meanes whereof it commes to passe that oft the Earth doth shake: And even the King of Ghostes himselfe for verie feare doth quake,Misdoubting lest the Earth should clive so wide that light of dayMight by the same pierce downe to Hell and there the Ghostes affray.Forecasting this, the Prince of Fiendes forsooke his darksome hole,And in a Chariot drawen with Steedes as blacke as any cole The whole foundation of the Ile of Sicill warely vewde.When throughly he had sercht eche place that harme had none ensewde,As carelessly he raungde abrode, he chaunced to be seeneOf Venus sitting on hir hill: who taking streight betweeneHir armes hir winged Cupid, said: My sonne, mine only stay, My hand, mine honor and my might, go take without delayThose tooles which all wightes do subdue, and strike them in the hartOf that same God that of the world enjoyes the lowest part.The Gods of Heaven, and Jove himselfe, the powre of Sea and LandAnd he that rules the powres on Earth obey thy mightie hand: And wherefore then should only Hell still unsubdued stand?Thy mothers Empire and thine own why doste thou not advaunce?The third part of al the world now hangs in doubtful chaunce.And yet in heaven too now, their deedes thou seest me faine to beare.We are despisde: the strength of love with me away doth weare. Seeste not the Darter Diane and dame Pallas have alreadyExempted them from my behestes? and now of late so headyIs Ceres daughter too, that if we let hir have hir will,She will continue all hir life a Maid unwedded still.For that is all hir hope, and marke whereat she mindes to shoote. But thou (if ought this gracious turne our honor may promote,Or ought our Empire beautifie which joyntly we doe holde,)This Damsell to hir uncle joyne. No sooner had she toldeThese wordes, but Cupid opening streight his quiver chose therefroOne arrow (as his mother bade) among a thousand mo. But such a one it was, as none more sharper was than it,Nor none went streighter from the Bow the amed marke to hit.He set his knee against his Bow and bent it out of hande,And made his forked arrowes steale in Plutos heart to stande.Neare Enna walles there standes a Lake: Pergusa is the name. Cayster heareth not mo songs of Swannes than doth the same.A wood environs everie side the water round about,And with his leaves as with a veyle doth keepe the Sunne heate out.The boughes doe yeelde a coole fresh Ayre: the moystnesse of the groundeYeeldes sundrie flowres: continuall spring is all the yeare there founde. While in this garden Proserpine was taking hir pastime,In gathering eyther Violets blew, or Lillies white as Lime,And while of Maidenly desire she fillde hir Maund and Lap,Endevoring to outgather hir companions there, by hapDis spide hir: lovde hir: caught hir up: and all at once well nere, So hastie, hote, and swift a thing is Love as may appeare.The Ladie with a wailing voyce afright did often callHir Mother and hir waiting Maides, but Mother most of all.And as she from the upper part hir garment would have rent,By chaunce she let hir lap slip downe, and out hir flowres went. And such a sillie simplenesse hir childish age yet beares,That even the verie losse of them did move hir more to teares.The Catcher drives his Chariot forth, and calling every horseBy name, to make away apace he doth them still enforce:And shakes about their neckes and Manes their rustie bridle reynes And through the deepest of the Lake perforce he them constreynes.And through the Palik pooles, the which from broken ground doe boyleAnd smell of Brimstone verie ranke: and also by the soyleWhere as the Bacchies, folke of Corinth with the double Seas,Betweene unequall Havons twaine did reere a towne for ease.