Metamorphoses
Ovid
Ovid. The XV bookes of P. Ouidius Naso, entytuled Metamorphosis. Golding, Arthur, translator. London: W. Seres (printer), 1567.
- When from this Rocke the Trojane fleete by force of Ores had wonne,
- And from Charybdis greedye gulf, and were in manner readye
- To have arryvde in Italy, the wynd did ryse so heady,
- And that it drave them backe uppon the coast of Affricke. There
- The Tyrian Queene (whoo afterward unpaciently should beare
- The going of this Trojane prince away) did enterteine
- Aenaeas in her house, and was ryght glad of him and fayne.
- Uppon a Pyle made underneathe pretence of sacrifyse
- Shee goard herself upon a swoord, and in most wofull wyse
- As shee herself had beene beguyld: so shee beguyled all.
- Eftsoone Aenaeas flying from the newly reered wall
- Of Carthage in that sandy land, retyred backe agen
- To Sicill, where his faythfull freend Acestes reignd. And when
- He there had doone his sacrifyse, and kept an Obit at
- His fathers tumb, he out of hand did mend his Gallyes that
- Dame Iris, Junos messenger, had burned up almost.
- And sayling thence he kept his course aloof along the coast
- Of Aeolye and of Vulcanes lies the which of brimston smol
- And passing by the Meremayds rocks, (His Pilot by a stroke
- Of tempest being drownd in sea) he sayld by Prochite, and
- Inarime, and (which uppon a barreine hill dooth stand)
- The land of Ape Ile, which dooth take that name of people s'ie
- There dwelling. For the Syre of Goddes abhorring utterly
- The leawdnesse of the Cercops, and theyr wilfull perjurye,
- And eeke theyr guylefull dealing did transforme them everyclone
- Into an evillfavored kynd of beast: that beeing none
- They myght yit still resemble men. He knit in lesser space
- Theyr members, and he beate mee flat theyr noses to theyr face,
- The which he filled furrowlike with wrinckles every where.
- He clad theyr bodyes over all with fallow coulourd heare,
- And put them into this same Ile to dwell forever there.
- But first he did bereeve them of the use of speeche and toong,
- Which they to cursed perjurye did use bothe old and yoong.
- To chatter hoarcely, and to shreeke, to jabber, and to squeake,
- He hath them left, and for to moppe and mowe, but not to speake.
- Aenaeas having past this Ile, and on his ryght hand left
- The towne of Naples, and the tumb of Mysen on his left,
- Toogither with the fenny grounds: at Cumye landed, and
- Went unto longlyvde Sybills house, with whom he went in hand
- That he to see his fathers ghoste myght go by Averne deepe.
- Shee long uppon the earth in stownd her eyes did fixed keepe,
- And at the length as soone as that the spryght of prophesye
- Was entred her, shee raysing them did thus ageine reply:
- O most renowmed wyght, of whom the godlynesse by fyre
- And valeantnesse is tryde by swoord, great things thou doost requyre.
- But feare not, Trojane: for thou shalt bee lord of thy desyre.
- To see the reverend image of thy deerebeeloved syre,
- Among the fayre Elysian feeldes where godly folke abyde,
- And all the lowest kingdoomes of the world I will thee guyde.
- No way to vertue is restreynd. This spoken, shee did showe
- A golden bowgh that in the wood of Proserpine did growe,
- And willed him to pull it from the tree. He did obey:
- And sawe the powre of dreadfull hell, and where his graundsyres lay
- And eeke the aged Ghost of stowt Anchises. Furthermore
- He lernd the customes of the land arryvd at late before,
- And what adventures should by warre betyde him in that place.
- From thence retyring up ageine a slow and weery pace,
- He did asswage the tediousnesse by talking with his guyde.
- For as he in the twylyght dim this dreadfui way did ryde,
- He sayed: Whither present thou thyself a Goddesse bee,
- Or such a one as God dooth love most dearly, I will thee
- For ever as a Goddesse take, and will acknowledge mee
- Thy servant, for saufguyding mee the place of death to see,
- And for thou from the place of death hast brought me sauf and free.
- For which desert, what tyme I shall atteyne to open ayre,
- I will a temple to thee buyld ryght sumptuous, large, and fayre,
- And honour thee with frankincence. The prophetisse did cast
- Her eye uppon Aenaeas backe, and syghing sayd at last:
- I am no Goddesse. Neyther think thou canst with conscience ryght,
- With holy incence honour give to any mortall wyght.
- But to th'entent through ignorance thou erre not, I had beene
- Eternall and of worldly lyfe I should none end have seene,
- If that I would my maydenhod on Phebus have bestowde.
- Howbeeit whyle he stood in hope to have the same, and trowde
- To overcome mee with his gifts: Thou mayd of Cumes (quoth he)
- Choose what thou wilt, and of thy wish the owner thou shalt bee.
- I taking full my hand of dust, and shewing it him there,
- Desyred like a foole to live as many yeeres as were
- Small graynes of cinder in that heape. I quight forgot to crave
- Immediately, the race of all those yeeres in youth to have.
- Yit did he graunt mee also that, uppon condicion I
- Would let him have my maydenhod, which thing I did denye.
- And so rejecting Phebus gift a single lyfe I led.
- But now the blessefull tyme of youth is altogither fled,
- And irksome age with trembling pace is stolne uppon my head,
- Which long I must endure. For now already as you see
- Seven hundred yeares are come and gone and that the number bee
- Full matched of the granes of dust, three hundred harvestes mo,
- I must three hundred vintages see more before I go.
- The day will come that length of tyme shall make my body small,
- And little of my withered limbes shall leave or naught at all.
- And none shall think that ever God was tane in love with mee.
- Even out of Phebus knowledge then perchaunce I growen shall bee,
- Or at the least that ever he mee lovde he shall denye,
- So sore I shall be altered. And then shall no mannes eye
- Discerne mee. Only by my voyce I shall bee knowen. For why
- The fates shall leave mee still my voyce for folke to know mee by.
- As Sybill in the vaulted way such talk as this did frame,
- The Trojane knyght Aenaeas up at Cumes fro Limbo came.
- And having doone the sacrifyse accustomd for the same,
- He tooke his journey to the coast which had not yit the name
- Receyved of his nurce. In this same place he found a mate
- Of wyse Ulysses, Macare of Neritus, whoo late
- Before, had after all his long and tediouse toyles, there stayd.
- He spying Achemenides (whom late ago afrayd
- They had among mount Aetnas Cliffs abandond when they fled
- From Polypheme): and woondring for to see he was not dead,
- Sayd thus: O Achemenides, what chaunce, or rather what
- Good God hathe savde the lyfe of thee? What is the reason that
- A barbrous shippe beares thee a Greeke? Or whither saylest thou?
- To him thus, Achemenides, his owne man freely now
- And not forgrowen as one forlorne, nor clad in bristled hyde,
- Made answer: Yit ageine I would I should in perrill byde
- Of Polypheme, and that I myght those chappes of his behold
- Beesmeared with the blood of men, but if that I doo hold
- This shippe more deere than all the Realme of wyse Ulysses, or
- If lesser of Aenaeas I doo make account than for
- My father, neyther (though I did as much as doone myght bee,)
- I could ynough bee thankfull for his goodnesse towards mee.
- That I still speake and breathe, that I the Sun and heaven doo see,
- Is his gift. Can I thanklesse then or myndlesse of him bee,
- That downe the round eyed gyants throte this soule of myne went not?
- And that from hencefoorth when to dye it ever be my lot
- I may be layd in grave, or sure not in the Gyants mawe?
- What hart had I that tyme (at least if feare did not withdrawe
- Both hart and sence) when left behynd, you taking shippe I sawe?
- I would have called after you but that I was afrayd
- By making outcrye to my fo myself to have beewrayd.
- For even the noyse that you did make did put Ulysses shippe
- In daunger. I did see him from a cragged mountaine strippe
- A myghty rocke, and into sea it throwe midway and more.
- Ageine I sawe his giants pawe throwe huge big stones great store
- As if it were a sling. And sore I feared lest your shippe
- Should drowned by the water bee that from the stones did skippe,
- Or by the stones themselves, as if my self had beene therin.
- But when that flyght had saved you from death, he did begin
- On Aetna syghing up and downe to walke: and with his pawes
- Went groping of the trees among the woodes. And forbycause
- He could not see, he knockt his shinnes ageinst the rocks eche where.
- And stretching out his grisly armes (which all beegrymed were
- With baken blood) to seaward, he the Greekish nation band,
- And sayd: O if that sum good chaunce myght bring unto my hand
- Ulysses or sum mate of his, on whom to wreake myne ire,
- Uppon whose bowells with my teeth I like a Hawke myght tyre:
- Whose living members myght with theis my talants teared beene:
- Whoose blood myght bubble down my throte: whose flesh myght pant between
- My jawes: how lyght or none at all this losing of myne eye
- Would seeme. Theis woordes and many mo the cruell feend did cry.
- A shuddring horror perced mee to see his smudged face,
- And cruell handes, and in his frunt the fowle round eyelesse place,
- And monstrous members, and his beard beslowbered with the blood
- Of man. Before myne eyes then death the smallest sorrow stood.
- I loked every minute to bee seased in his pawe.
- I looked ever when he should have cramd mee in his mawe.
- And in my mynd I of that tyme mee thought the image sawe
- When having dingd a doozen of our fellowes to the ground
- And lying lyke a Lyon feerce or hunger sterved hownd
- Uppon them, very eagerly he downe his greedy gut
- Theyr bowwels and theyr limbes yit more than half alive did put,
- And with theyr flesh toogither crasht the bones and maree whyght.
- I trembling like an aspen leaf stood sad and bloodlesse quyght.
- And in beholding how he fed and belked up againe
- His bloody vittells at his mouth, and uttred out amayne
- The clottred gobbets mixt with wyne, I thus surmysde: Like lot
- Hangs over my head now, and I must also go to pot.
- And hyding mee for many dayes, and quaking horribly
- At every noyse, and dreading death, and wisshing for to dye,
- Appeasing hunger with the leaves of trees, and herbes and mast,
- Alone, and poore, and footelesse, and to death and pennance cast,
- A long tyme after I espyde this shippe afarre at last,
- And ronning downeward to the sea by signes did succour seeke.
- Where fynding grace, this Trojane shippe receyved mee, a Greeke.
- But now I prey thee, gentle freend, declare thou unto mee
- Thy Capteines and thy fellowes lucke that tooke the sea with thee.
- He told him how that Aeolus, the sonne of Hippot, he
- That keepes the wyndes in pryson cloce did reigne in Tuskane sea.
- And how Ulysses having at his hand a noble gift,
- The wynd enclosde in leather bagges, did sayle with prosperous drift
- Nyne dayes toogither: insomuch they came within the syght
- Of home: but on the tenth day when the morning gan give lyght,
- His fellowes being somewhat toucht with covetousenesse and spyght,
- Supposing that it had beene gold, did let the wyndes out quyght.
- The which returning whence they came, did drive them backe amayne
- That in the Realme of Aeolus they went aland agayne.
- From thence (quoth he) we came unto the auncient Lamyes towne
- Of which the feerce Antiphates that season ware the crowne.
- A cowple of my mates and I were sent unto him: and
- A mate of myne and I could scarce by flyght escape his hand.
- The third of us did with his blood embrew the wicked face
- Of leawd Antiphate, whoo with swoord us flying thence did chace,
- And following after with a rowt threw stones and loggs which drownd
- Both men and shippes. Howbeeit one by chaunce escaped sound,
- Which bare Ulysses and my self. So having lost most part
- Of all our deare companions, we with sad and sory hart
- And much complayning, did arryve at yoonder coast which yow
- May ken farre hence. A great way hence (I say) wee see it now
- But trust mee truly over neere I saw it once. And thow
- Aenaeas, Goddesse Venus sonne, the justest knight of all
- The Trojane race (for sith the warre is doone, I can not call
- Thee fo) I warne thee get thee farre from Circes dwelling place.
- For when our shippes arryved there, remembring eft the cace
- Of cruell king Antiphates, and of that hellish wyght
- The round eyed gyant Polypheme, wee had so small delyght
- To visit uncowth places, that wee sayd wee would not go.
- Then cast we lotts. The lot fell out uppon myself as tho,
- And Polyte, and Eurylocus, and on Elpenor who
- Delyghted too too much in wyne, and eyghteene other mo.
- All wee did go to Circes houses. As soone as wee came thither,
- And in the portall of the Hall had set our feete toogither,
- A thousand Lyons, wolves and beares did put us in a feare
- By meeting us. But none of them was to bee feared there.
- For none of them could doo us harme: but with a gentle looke
- And following us with fawning feete theyr wanton tayles they shooke.
- Anon did Damzells welcome us and led us through the hall
- (The which was made of marble stone, floore, arches, roof, and wall)
- To Circe. Shee sate underneathe a traverse in a chayre
- Aloft ryght rich and stately, in a chamber large and fayre.
- Shee ware a goodly longtreynd gowne: and all her rest attyre
- Was every whit of goldsmithes woork. There sate mee also by her
- The Sea nymphes and her Ladyes whoose fyne fingers never knew
- What toozing wooll did meene, nor threede from whorled spindle drew.
- They sorted herbes, and picking out the flowers that were mixt,
- Did put them into mawnds, and with indifferent space betwixt
- Did lay the leaves and stalks on heapes according to theyr hew,
- And shee herself the woork of them did oversee and vew.
- The vertue and the use of them ryght perfectly shee knew,
- And in what leaf it lay, and which in mixture would agree.
- And so perusing every herb by good advysement, shee
- Did wey them out. Assoone as shee us entring in did see,
- And greeting had bothe given and tane, shee looked cheerefully,
- And graunting all that we desyrde, commaunded by and by
- A certeine potion to bee made of barly parched drye
- And wyne and hony mixt with cheese. And with the same shee slye
- Had meynt the jewce of certeine herbes which unespyde did lye
- By reason of the sweetenesse of the drink. Wee tooke the cup
- Delivered by her wicked hand, and quaft it cleerely up
- With thirstye throtes. Which doone, and that the cursed witch had smit
- Our highest heare tippes with her wand, (it is a shame, but yit
- I will declare the truth) I wext all rough with bristled heare,
- And could not make complaint with woordes. In stead of speech I there
- Did make a rawghtish grunting, and with groveling face gan beare
- My visage downeward to the ground. I felt a hooked groyne
- To wexen hard uppon my mouth, and brawned neck to joyne
- My head and shoulders. And the handes with which I late ago
- Had taken up the charmed cup, were turnd to feete as tho.
- Such force there is in Sorcerie. In fyne wyth other mo
- That tasted of the selfsame sawce, they shet mee in a Stye.
- From this missehappe Eurilochus alonly scapte. For why
- He only would not taste the cup, which had he not fled fro,
- He should have beene a bristled beast as well as we. And so
- Should none have borne Ulysses woorde of our mischaunce, nor hee
- Have come to Circe to revenge our harmes and set us free.
- The peaceprocurer Mercurie had given to him a whyght
- Fayre flowre whoose roote is black, and of the Goddes it Moly hyght
- Assurde by this and heavenly hestes, he entred Circes bowre.
- And beeing bidden for to drink the cup of baleful powre,
- As Circe was about to stroke her wand uppon his heare,
- He thrust her backe, and put her with his naked swoord in feare.
- Then fell they to agreement streyght, and fayth in hand was plyght.
- And beeing made her bedfellowe, he claymed as in ryght
- Of dowrye, for to have his men ageine in perfect plyght.
- Shee sprincled us with better jewce of uncowth herbes, and strake
- The awk end of her charmed rod uppon our heades, and spake
- Woordes to the former contrarie. The more shee charmd, the more
- Arose wee upward from the ground on which wee daarde before.
- Our bristles fell away, the clift our cloven clees forsooke.
- Our shoulders did returne agein: and next our elbowes tooke
- Our armes and handes theyr former place. Then weeping wee enbrace
- Our Lord, and hing about his necke whoo also wept apace.
- And not a woord wee rather spake than such as myght appeere
- From harts most thankfull to proceede. Wee taryed theyr a yeere.
- I in that whyle sawe many things, and many things did heere.
- I marked also this one thing with store of other geere
- Which one of Circes fowre cheef maydes (whoose office was alway
- Uppon such hallowes to attend) did secretly bewray
- To mee. For in the whyle my Lord with Circe kept alone,
- This mayd a yoongmannes image sheawd of fayre whyght marble stone
- Within a Chauncell. On the head therof were garlonds store
- And eeke a woodspecke. And as I demaunded her wherfore
- And whoo it was they honord so in holy Church, and why
- He bare that bird uppon his head: shee answeering by and by
- Sayd: Lerne hereby, sir Macare, to understand the powre
- My lady hathe, and marke thou well what I shall say this howre.
- There reignd erewhyle in Italy one Picus, Saturnes sonne,
- Whoo loved warlike horse and had delyght to see them ronne.
- He was of feature as yee see. And by this image heere
- The verry beawtye of the man dooth lyvelely appeere.
- His courage matcht his personage. And scarcely had he well
- Seene twentye yeeres. His countnance did allure the nymphes that dwell
- Among the Latian hilles. The nymphes of fountaines and of brookes,
- As those that haunted Albula were ravisht with his lookes
- And so were they that Numicke beares, and Anio too, and Alme
- That ronneth short, and heady Nar, and Farfar coole and calme.
- And all the nymphes that usde to haunt Dianas shadye poole,
- Or any lakes or meeres neere hand, or other waters coole.
- But he disdeyning all the rest did set his love uppon
- A lady whom Venilia bare (so fame reporteth) on
- The stately mountayne Palatine by Janus that dooth beare
- The dowble face. Assoone as that her yeeres for maryage were
- Thought able, shee preferring him before all other men,
- Was wedded to this Picus whoo was king of Lawrents then.
- Shee was in beawtve excellent, but yit in singing, much
- More excellent: and theruppon they naamd her Singer. Such
- The sweetenesse of her musicke was, that shee therwith delyghts
- The savage beastes, and caused birdes to cease theyr wandring flyghts,
- And moved stones and trees, and made the ronning streames to stay.
- Now whyle that shee in womans tune recordes her pleasant lay
- At home, her husband rode abrode uppon a lustye horse
- To hunt the Boare, and bare in hand twoo hunting staves of force.
- His cloke was crymzen butned with a golden button fast.
- Into the selfsame forest eeke was Phebus daughter past
- From those same feeldes that of herself the name of Circe beare,
- To gather uncowth herbes among the fruteful hillocks there.
- As soone as lurking in the shrubbes shee did the king espye,
- Shee was astrawght. Downe fell her herbes to ground. And by and by
- Through all her bones the flame of love the maree gan to frye.
- And when shee from this forced heate had cald her witts agen,
- Shee purposde to bewray her mynd. But unto him as then
- Shee could not come for swiftnesse of his horse and for his men
- That garded him on every syde. Yit shalt thou not (quoth shee)
- So shift thee fro my handes although the wynd should carrye thee,
- If I doo knowe myself, if all the strength of herbes fayle not,
- Or if I have not quyght and cleene my charmes and spelles forgotte.
- In saying theis same wordes, shee made the likenesse of a Boare
- Without a body, causing it to swiftly passe before
- King Picus eyes, and for to seeme to get him to the woode,
- Where for the thickenesse of the trees a horse myght do no good.
- Immediatly the king unwares a hote pursute did make
- Uppon the shadowe of his pray, and quikly did forsake
- His foming horses sweating backe: and following vayne wan hope,
- Did runne afoote among the woodes, and through the bushes crope.
- Then Circe fell a mumbling spelles, and praying like a witch
- Did honour straunge and uncowth Goddes with uncowth charmes, by which
- Shee usde to make the moone looke dark, and wrappe her fathers head
- In watry clowdes. And then likewyse the heaven was overspred
- With darknesse, and a foggye mist steamd upward from the ground.
- And nere a man about the king to gard him could bee found,
- But every man in blynd bywayes ran scattring in the chace,
- Through her inchauntments. At the length shee getting tyme and place,
- Sayd: By those lyghtsum eyes of thyne which late have ravisht myne,
- And by that goodly personage and lovely face of thyne,
- The which compelleth mee that am a Goddesse to enclyne
- To make this humble sute to thee that art a mortall wyght,
- Asswage my flame, and make this sonne (whoo by his heavenly syght
- Foresees all things) thy fathrinlawe: and hardly hold not scorne
- Of Circe whoo by long discent of Titans stocke am borne.
- Thus much sayd Circe. He ryght feerce rejecting her request,
- And her, sayd: Whooso ere thou art, go set thy hart at rest.
- I am not thyne, nor will not bee. Another holdes my hart:
- And long God graunt shee may it hold, that I may never start
- To leawdnesse of a forreigne lust from bond of lawfull bed,
- As long as Janus daughter, my sweete Singer, is not dead.
- Dame Circe having oft renewd her sute in vayne beefore,
- Sayd: Dearely shalt thou bye thy scorne. For never shalt thou more
- Returne to Singer. Thou shalt lerne by proof what one can doo
- That is provoked, and in love, yea and a woman too.
- But Circe is bothe stird to wrath, and also tane in love,
- Yea and a woman. Twyce her face to westward she did move,
- And twyce to Eastward. Thryce shee layd her rod uppon his head.
- And therwithall three charmes shee cast. Away king Picus fled.
- And woondring that he fled more swift than earst he had beene woont,
- He saw the fethers on his skin, and at the sodein brunt
- Became a bird that haunts the wooddes. Wherat he taking spyght,
- With angrye bill did job uppon hard Okes with all his myght,
- And in his moode made hollowe holes uppon theyr boughes. The hew
- Of Crimzen which was in his cloke, uppon his fethers grew.
- The gold that was a clasp and did his cloke toogither hold,
- Is fethers, and about his necke goes circlewyse like gold.
- His servants luring in that whyle oft over all the ground
- In vayne, and fynding no where of theyr kyng no inkling, found
- Dame Circe. (For by that tyme shee had made the ayer sheere,
- And suffred both the sonne and wyndes the mistye steames to cleere)
- And charging her with matter trew, demaunded for theyr kyng,
- And offring force, began theyr darts and Javelings for to fling.
- Shee sprincling noysom venim streyght and jewce of poysoning myght,
- Did call togither Eribus and Chaos, and the nyght,
- And all the feendes of darknesse, and with howling out along
- Made prayers unto Hecate. Scarce ended was her song,
- But that (a woondrous thing to tell) the woodes lept from theyr place.
- The ground did grone: the trees neere hand lookt pale in all the chace:
- The grasse besprent with droppes of blood lookt red: the stones did seem
- To roare and bellow horce: and doggs to howle and raze extreeme:
- And all the ground to crawle with snakes blacke scaalde: and gastly spryghts
- Fly whisking up and downe. The folke were flayghted at theis syghts.
- And as they woondring stood amaazd, shee strokte her witching wand
- Uppon theyr faces. At the touche wherof, there out of hand
- Came woondrous shapes of savage beastes uppon them all. Not one
- Reteyned still his native shape. The setting sonne was gone
- Beyond the utmost coast of Spaine, and Singer longd in vayne
- To see her husband. Bothe her folke and people ran agayne
- Through all the woodes. And ever as they went, they sent theyr eyes
- Before them for to fynd him out, but no man him espyes.
- Then Singer thought it not ynough to weepe and teare her heare,
- And beat herself (all which shee did). Shee gate abrode, and there
- Raundgd over all the broade wyld feelds like one besyds her witts.
- Six nyghts and full as many dayes (as fortune led by fitts)
- She strayd mee over hilles and dales, and never tasted rest,
- Nor meate, nor drink of all the whyle. The seventh day, sore opprest
- And tyred bothe with travell and with sorrowe, downe shee sate
- Uppon cold Tybers bank, and there with teares in moorning rate
- Shee warbling on her greef in tune not shirle nor over hye,
- Did make her moane, as dooth the swan: whoo ready for to dye
- Dooth sing his buriall song before. Her maree molt at last
- With moorning, and shee pynde away: and finally shee past
- To lither ayre. But yit her fame remayned in the place.
- For why the auncient husbandmen according to the cace,
- Did name it Singer of the nymph that dyed in the same.
- Of such as these are, many things that yeere by fortune came
- Bothe to my heering and my sight. Wee wexing resty then
- And sluggs by discontinuance, were commaunded yit agen
- To go aboord and hoyse up sayles. And Circe told us all
- That long and dowtfull passage and rowgh seas should us befall.
- I promis thee those woordes of hers mee throughly made afrayd:
- And therfore hither I mee gate, and heere I have mee stayd.
- This was the end of Macars tale. And ere long tyme was gone,
- Aenaeas Nurce was buryed in a tumb of marble stone,
- And this short verse was set theron: In this same verry place
- My Nurcechyld whom the world dooth know to bee a chyld of grace
- Delivering mee, Caieta, quicke from burning by the Grayes,
- Hathe burnt mee dead with such a fyre as justly winnes him prayse.
- Theyr Cables from the grassye strond were loosde, and by and by
- From Circes slaunderous house and from her treasons farre they fly.
- And making to the thickgrowen groves where through the yellow dust
- The shady Tyber into sea his gusshing streame dooth thrust,
- Aenaeas got the Realme of king Latinus, Fawnus sonne,
- And eeke his daughter, whom in feyght by force of armes he wonne.
- He enterprysed warre ageinst a Nation feerce and strong.
- And Turne was wrothe for holding of his wyfe away by wrong.
- Ageinst the Shyre of Latium met all Tyrrhene, and long
- With busye care hawlt victorie by force of armes was sought.
- Eche partie to augment theyr force by forreine succour wrought.
- And many sent the Rutills help, and many came to ayd
- The Trojanes: neyther was the good Aenaeas ill apayd
- Of going to Evanders towne. But Venulus in vayne
- To outcast Diomeds citie went his succour to obteine.
- This Diomed under Dawnus, king of Calabrye, did found
- A myghtye towne, and with his wyfe in dowrye hild the ground.
- Now when from Turnus, Venulus his message had declaard,
- Desyring help: th'Aetolian knyght sayd none could well bee spaard.
- And in excuce, he told him how he neyther durst be bold
- To prest his fathers folk to warre of whom he had no hold,
- Nor any of his countrymen had left as then alyve
- To arme. And lest yee think (quoth hee) I doo a shift contryve,
- Although by uppening of the thing my bitter greef revyve
- I will abyde to make a new rehersall. After that
- The Greekes had burned Troy and on the ground had layd it flat,
- And that the Prince of Narix by his ravishing the mayd
- In Pallas temple, on us all the pennance had displayd
- Which he himself deservd alone: then scattred heere and there
- And harryed over all the seas, wee Greekes were fayne to beare
- Nyght, thunder, tempest, wrath of heaven and sea, and last of all
- Sore shipwrecke at mount Capharey to mend our harmes withall.
- And lest that mee to make too long a processe yee myght deeme
- In setting forth our heavy happes, the Greekes myght that tyme seeme
- Ryght rewfull even to Priamus. Howbee't Minerva, shee
- That weareth armour, tooke mee from the waves and saved mee.
- But from my fathers Realme ageine by violence I was driven.
- For Venus bearing still in mynd the wound I had her given
- Long tyme before, did woork revendge. By meanes wherof such toyle
- Did tosse mee on the sea, and on the land I found such broyle
- By warres, that in my hart I thought them blist of God whom erst
- The violence of the raging sea and hideous wynds had perst,
- And whom the wrathfull Capharey by shipwrecke did confound:
- Oft wisshing also I had there among the rest beene drownd.
- My company now having felt the woorst that sea or warre
- Could woorke, did faynt, and wisht an end of straying out so farre.
- But Agmon hot of nature and too feerce through slaughters made
- Sayd: What remayneth, sirs, through which our pacience cannot wade?
- What further spyght hath Venus yit to woork ageinst us more?
- When woorse misfortunes may be feard than have beene felt before,
- Then prayer may advauntadge men, and vowwing may then boote.
- But when the woorst is past of things, then feare is under foote.
- And when that bale is hyghest growne, then boote must next ensew.
- Although shee heere mee, and doo hate us all (which thing is trew)
- That serve heere under Diomed: Yit set wee lyght her hate.
- And deerely it should stand us on to purchase hygh estate.
- With such stowt woordes did Agmon stirre dame Venus unto ire
- And raysd ageine her settled grudge. Not many had desyre
- To heere him talk thus out of square. The moste of us that are
- His freendes rebukte him for his woordes. And as he did prepare
- To answere, bothe his voyce and throte by which his voyce should go,
- Were small: his heare to feathers turnd: his necke was clad as tho
- With feathers: so was brist and backe. The greater fethers stacke
- Uppon his armes: and into wings his elbowes bowwed backe.
- The greatest portion of his feete was turned into toes.
- A hardened bill of horne did growe uppon his mouth and noze,
- And sharpened at the neather end. His fellowes, Lycus, Ide,
- Rethenor, Nyct, and Abas all stood woondring by his syde.
- And as they woondred, they receyvd the selfsame shape and hew.
- And finally the greater part of all my band up flew,
- And clapping with theyr newmade wings, about the ores did gird.
- And if yee doo demaund the shape of this same dowtfull bird,
- Even as they bee not verry Swannnes: so drawe they verry neere
- The shape of Cygnets whyght. With much adoo I settled heere,
- And with a little remnant of my people doo obteyne
- The dry grownds of my fathrinlaw, king Dawnus, whoo did reigne
- In Calabry. Thus much the sonne of Oenye sayd. Anon
- Sir Venulus returning from the king of Calydon,
- Forsooke the coast of Puteoll and the feeldes of Messapie,
- In which hee saw a darksome denne forgrowne with busshes hye,
- And watred with a little spring. The halfegoate Pan that howre
- Possessed it: but heertofore it was the fayryes bowre.
- A shepeherd of Appulia from that countrye scaard them furst.
- But afterward recovering hart and hardynesse they durst
- Despyse him when he chaced them, and with theyr nimble feete
- Continewed on theyr dawncing still in tyme and measure meete.
- The shepeherd fownd mee fault with them: and with his lowtlike leapes
- Did counterfette theyr minyon dawnce, and rapped out by heapes
- A rabble of unsavery taunts even like a country cloyne,
- To which, most leawd and filthy termes of purpose he did joyne.
- And after he had once begon, he could not hold his toong,
- Untill that in the timber of a tree his throte was cloong.
- For now he is a tree, and by his jewce discerne yee may
- His manners. For the Olyf wyld dooth sensibly bewray
- By berryes full of bitternesse his rayling toong. For ay
- The harshnesse of his bitter woordes the berryes beare away.
- Now when the kings Ambassadour returned home without
- The succour of th'Aetolian prince, the Rutills being stout
- Made luckelesse warre without theyr help: and much on eyther syde
- Was shed of blood. Behold king Turne made burning bronds to glyde
- Uppon theyr shippes, and they that had escaped water, stoode
- In feare of fyre. The flame had sindgd the pitch, the wax, and wood,
- And other things that nourish fyre, and ronning up the maste
- Caught hold uppon the sayles, and all the takling gan to waste,
- The Rowers seates did also smoke: when calling to her mynd
- That theis same shippes were pynetrees erst and shaken with the wynd
- On Ida mount, the moother of the Goddes, dame Cybel, filld
- The ayre with sound of belles, and noyse of shalmes. And as shee hilld
- The reynes that rulde the Lyons tame which drew her charyot, shee
- Sayd thus: O Turnus, all in vayne theis wicked hands of thee
- Doo cast this fyre. For by myself dispoynted it shall bee.
- I wilnot let the wasting fyre consume theis shippes which are
- A parcell of my forest Ide of which I am most chare.
- It thundred as the Goddesse spake, and with the thunder came
- A storme of rayne and skipping hayle, and soodeyne with the same
- The sonnes of Astrey meeting feerce and feyghting verry sore,
- Did trouble bothe the sea and ayre and set them on a rore.
- Dame Cybel using one of them to serve her turne that tyde,
- Did breake the Cables at the which the Trojane shippes did ryde,
- And bare them prone, and underneathe the water did them dryve.
- The Timber of them softning turnd to bodyes streyght alyve.
- The stemmes were turnd to heades, the ores to swimming feete and toes,
- The sydes to ribbes, the keele that through the middle gaily goes
- Became the ridgebone of the backe, the sayles and tackling, heare:
- And into armes on eyther syde the sayleyards turned were.
- Theyr hew is duskye as before, and now in shape of mayd
- They play among the waves of which even now they were afrayd.
- And beeing Sea nymphes, wheras they were bred in mountaynes hard,
- They haunt for ay the water soft, and never afterward
- Had mynd to see theyr natyve soyle. But yit forgetting not
- How many perills they had felt on sea by lucklesse lot,
- They often put theyr helping hand to shippes distrest by wynd,
- Onlesse that any caryed Greekes. For bearing still in mynd
- The burning of the towne of Troy, they hate the Greekes by kynd.
- And therfore of Ulysses shippes ryght glad they were to see
- The shivers, and as glad they were as any glad myght bee,
- To see Alcinous shippes wex hard and turned into stone.
- Theis shippes thus having gotten lyfe and beeing turnd each one
- To nymphes, a body would have thought the miracle so greate
- Should into Turnus wicked hart sum godly feare have beate,
- And made him cease his wilfull warre. But he did still persist.
- And eyther partye had theyr Goddes theyr quarrell to assist,
- And courage also: which as good as Goddes myght well be thought.
- In fyne they neyther for the Realme nor for the scepter sought,
- Nor for the Lady Lavine: but for conquest. And for shame
- To seeme to shrinke in leaving warre, they still prolongd the same.
- At length dame Venus sawe her sonne obteyne the upper hand.
- King Turnus fell, and eeke the towne of Ardea which did stand
- Ryght strong in hygh estate as long as Turnus lived. But
- Assoone as that Aenaeas swoord to death had Turnus put,
- The towne was set on fyre: and from amid the embers flew
- A fowle which till that present tyme no persone ever knew,
- And beete the ashes feercely up with flapping of his wing.
- The leanenesse, palenesse, dolefull sound, and every other thing
- That may expresse a Citie sakt, yea and the Cities name
- Remayned still unto the bird. And now the verrye same
- With Hernesewes fethers dooth bewayle the towne wherof it came.
- And now Aenaeas prowesse had compelled all the Goddes
- And Juno also (whoo with him was most of all at oddes)
- To cease theyr old displeasure quyght. And now he having layd
- Good ground wheron the growing welth of July myght be stayd,
- Was rype for heaven. And Venus had great sute already made
- To all the Goddes, and cleeping Jove did thus with him perswade:
- Deere father, whoo hast never beene uncurtuous unto mee,
- Now shewe the greatest courtesie (I pray thee) that may bee.
- And on my sonne Aenaeas (whoo a graundchyld unto thee
- Hath got of my blood) if thou wilt vouchsafe him awght at all)
- Vouchsafe sum Godhead to bestowe, although it bee but small.
- It is ynough that once he hathe alreadye seene the Realme
- Of Pluto utter pleasurelesse, and passed Styxis streame.
- The Goddes assented: neyther did Queene Juno then appeere
- In countnance straunge, but did consent with glad and merry cheere.
- Then Jove: Aenaeas woorthy is a saynct in heaven to bee.
- Thy wish for whom thou doost it wish I graunt thee frank and free.
- This graunt of his made Venus glad. Shee thankt him for the same.
- And glyding through the aire uppon her yoked doves, shee came
- To Lawrent shore, where clad with reede the river Numicke deepe
- To seaward (which is neere at hand) with stealing pace dooth creepe.
- Shee bade this river wash away what ever mortall were
- In good Aenaeas bodye, and them under sea to beare.
- The horned brooke fulfilld her hest, and with his water sheere
- Did purge and clenze Aenaeas from his mortall body cleere.
- The better porcion of him did remayne unto him sownd.
- His moother having hallowed him did noynt his bodye rownd
- With heavenly odours, and did touch his mouth with Ambrosie
- The which was mixt with Nectar sweete, and made him by and by
- A God to whom the Romanes give the name of Indiges,
- Endevering with theyr temples and theyr altars him to please.
- Ascanius with the dowble name from thence began to reigne,
- In whom the rule of Alba and of Latium did remayne.
- Next him succeeded Silvius, whoose sonne Latinus hild
- The auncient name and scepter which his graundsyre erst did weeld.
- The famous Epit after this Latinus did succeede.
- Then Capys and king Capetus. But Capys was indeede
- The formest of the two. From this the scepter of the Realme
- Descended unto Tyberine, whoo drowning in the streame
- Of Tyber left that name thereto. This Tyberine begat
- Feerce Remulus and Acrota. By chaunce it hapned that
- The elder brother Remulus for counterfetting oft
- The thunder, with a thunderbolt was killed from aloft.
- From Acrota whoose stayednesse did passe his brothers skill,
- The crowne did come to Aventine, whoo in the selfsame hill
- In which he reygned buryed lyes, and left therto his name.
- The rule of nation Palatine at length to Proca came.
- In this Kings reigne Pomona livd. There was not to bee found
- Among the woodnymphes any one in all the Latian ground
- That was so conning for to keepe an Ortyard as was shee,
- Nor none so paynefull to preserve the frute of every tree.
- And theruppon shee had her name. Shee past not for the woodes
- Nor rivers, but the villages and boughes that bare bothe buddes
- And plentuous frute. In sted of dart a shredding hooke shee bare,
- With which the overlusty boughes shee eft away did pare
- That spreaded out too farre, and eft did make therwith a rift
- To greffe another imp uppon the stocke within the clift.
- And lest her trees should die through drought, with water of the springs
- Shee moysteth of theyr sucking roots the little crumpled strings.
- This was her love and whole delyght. And as for Venus deedes,
- Shee had no mynd at all of them. And forbycause shee dreedes
- Enforcement by the countrye folke, shee walld her yards about,
- Not suffring any man at all to enter in or out.
- What have not those same nimble laddes so apt to frisk and daunce
- The Satyrs doone? Or what the Pannes that wantonly doo praunce
- With horned forheads? And the old Silenus whoo is ay
- More youthfull than his yeeres? And eeke the feend that scares away
- The theeves and robbers with his hooke, or with his privy part
- To winne her love? But yit than theis a farre more constant hart
- Had sly Vertumnus, though he sped no better than the rest.
- O Lord, how often being in a moawers garment drest,
- Bare he in bundells sheaves of come? And when he so was dyght,
- He was the verry patterne of a harvest moawer ryght.
- Oft bynding newmade hay about his temples he myght seeme
- A haymaker. Oft tymes in hand made hard with woork extreeme
- He bare a goade, that men would sweere he had but newly then
- Unyoakt his weerye Oxen. Had he tane in hand agen
- A shredding hooke, yee would have thought hee had a gardener beene,
- Or proyner of sum vynes. Or had you him with ladder seene
- Uppon his necke, a gatherer of frute yee would him deeme.
- With swoord a souldier, with his rod an Angler he did seeme.
- And finally in many shapes he sought to fynd accesse
- To joy the beawty but by syght, that did his hart oppresse.
- Moreover, putting on his head a womans wimple gay,
- And staying by a staffe, graye heares he foorth to syght did lay
- Uppon his forehead, and did feyne a beldame for to bee,
- By meanes wherof he came within her goodly ortyards free.
- And woondring at the frute, sayd: Much more skill hast thou I see
- Than all the Nymphes of Albula. Hayle, Lady myne, the flowre
- Unspotted of pure maydenhod in all the world this howre.
- And with that woord he kissed her a little: but his kisse
- Was such as trew old women would have never given ywis.
- Then sitting downe uppon a bank, he looked upward at
- The braunches bent with harvests weyght. Ageinst him where he sat
- A goodly Elme with glistring grapes did growe: which after hee
- Had praysed, and the vyne likewyse that ran uppon the tree:
- But if (quoth hee) this Elme without the vyne did single stand,
- It should have nothing (saving leaves) to bee desyred: and
- Ageine if that the vyne which ronnes uppon the Elme had nat
- The tree to leane unto, it should uppon the ground ly flat.
- Yit art not thou admonisht by example of this tree
- To take a husband, neyther doost thou passe to maryed bee.
- But would to God thou wouldest. Sure Queene Helen never had
- Mo suters, nor the Lady that did cause the battell mad
- Betweene the halfbrute Centawres and the Lapythes, nor the wyfe
- Of bold Ulysses whoo was eeke ay fearefull of his lyfe,
- Than thou shouldst have. For thousands now (even now most cheefly when
- Thou seemest suters to abhorre) desyre thee, both of men,
- And Goddes and halfgoddes, yea and all the fayryes that doo dwell
- In Albane hilles. But if thou wilt bee wyse, and myndest well
- To match thy self, and wilt give eare to this old woman heere,
- (To whom thou more than to them all art (trust mee) leef and deere,
- And more than thou thyself beleevst) the common matches flee,
- And choose Vertumnus to thy make. And take thou mee to bee
- His pledge. For more he to himself not knowen is, than to mee.
- He roves not like a ronneagate through all the world abrode,
- This countrye heerabout (the which is large) is his abode.
- He dooth not (like a number of theis common wooers) cast
- His love to every one he sees. Thou art the first and last
- That ever he set mynd uppon. Alonly unto thee
- Hee vowes himself as long as lyfe dooth last. Moreover hee
- Is youthfull, and with beawtye sheene endewd by natures gift,
- And aptly into any shape his persone he can shift.
- Thou canst not bid him bee the thing, (though al things thou shouldst name)
- But that he fitly and with ease will streyght becomme the same.
- Besydes all this, in all one thing bothe twayne of you delyght,
- And of the frutes that you love best the firstlings are his ryght:
- And gladly he receyves thy gifts. But neyther covets hee
- Thy Apples, Plommes, nor other frutes new gathered from the tree,
- Nor yit the herbes of pleasant sent that in thy gardynes bee:
- Nor any other kynd of thing in all the world, but thee.
- Have mercy on his fervent love, and think himself to crave
- Heere present by the mouth of mee, the thing that he would have.
- And feare the God that may revenge: as Venus whoo dooth hate
- Hard harted folkes, and Rhamnuse whoo dooth eyther soone or late
- Expresse her wrath with myndfull wreake. And to th'entent thou may
- The more beware, of many things which tyme by long delay
- Hathe taught mee, I will shewe thee one which over all the land
- Of Cyprus blazed is abrode, which being ryghtly skand
- May easly bow thy hardned hart and make it for to yild.
- One Iphis borne of lowe degree by fortune had behild
- The Ladye Anaxarete descended of the race
- Of Tewcer, and in vewwing her the fyre of love apace
- Did spred it self through all his bones. With which he stryving long,
- When reason could not conquer rage bycause it was too strong,
- Came humbly to the Ladyes house: and one whyle laying ope
- His wretched love before her nurce, besought her by the hope
- Of Lady Anaxarete her nurcechylds good successe,
- Shee would not bee ageinst him in that cace of his distresse.
- Another whyle entreating fayre sum freend of hers, he prayd
- Him earnestly with carefull voyce, of furthrance and of ayd.
- Oftymes he did preferre his sute by gentle letters sent.
- Oft garlonds moysted with the deawe of teares that from him went
- He hanged on her postes. Oft tymes his tender sydes he layd
- Ageinst the threshold hard, and oft in sadnesse did upbrayd
- The locke with much ungentlenesse. The Lady crueller
- Than are the rysing narrowe seas, or falling Kiddes, and farre
- More hard than steele of Noricum, and than the stonny rocke
- That in the quarrye hath his roote, did him despyse and mock.
- Besyde her dooings mercylesse, of statelynesse and spyght
- Shee adding prowd and skornefull woordes, defrauds the wretched wyght
- Of verry hope. But Iphis now unable any more
- To beare the torment of his greef, still standing there before
- Her gate, spake theis his latest woordes: Well, Anaxarete,
- Thou hast the upper hand. Hencefoorth thou shalt not neede to bee
- Agreeved any more with mee. Go tryumph hardely:
- Go vaunt thy self with joy: go sing the song of victorye:
- Go put a crowne of glittring bay uppon thy cruell head.
- For why thou hast the upper hand, and I am gladly dead.
- Well, steely harted, well: rejoyce. Compeld yit shalt thou bee
- Of sumwhat in mee for to have a lyking. Thou shalt see
- A poynt wherein thou mayst mee deeme most thankfull unto thee,
- And in the end thou shalt confesse the great desert of mee.
- But yit remember that as long as lyfe in mee dooth last,
- The care of thee shall never from this hart of myne be cast.
- For bothe the lyfe that I doo live in hope of thee, and tother
- Which nature giveth, shall have end and passe away toogither.
- The tydings neyther of my death shall come to thee by fame.
- Myself (I doo assure thee) will bee bringer of the same.
- Myself (I say) will present bee that those same cruell eyen
- Of thyne may feede themselves uppon this livelesse corce of myne.
- But yit, O Goddes, (if you behold mennes deedes) remember mee.
- (My toong will serve to pray no more) and cause that I may bee
- Longtyme heerafter spoken of: and length the lyfe by fame
- The which yee have abridgd in yeeres. In saying of this same
- He lifted up his watrye eyes and armes that wexed wan
- To those same stulpes which oft he had with garlondes deckt ere than,
- And fastning on the topps therof a halter thus did say:
- Thou cruell and ungodly wyght, theis are the wreathes that may
- Most pleasure thee. And with that woord he thrusting in his head,
- Even then did turne him towards her as good as being dead,
- And wretchedly did totter on the poste with strangled throte.
- The wicket which his feerefull feete in sprawling maynely smote,
- Did make a noyse: and flying ope bewrayd his dooing playne.
- The servants shreekt, and lifting up his bodye, but in vayne,
- Conveyd him to his moothers house, his father erst was slayne.
- His moother layd him in her lappe, and cleeping in her armes
- Her sonnes cold bodye, after that shee had bewayld her harmes
- With woordes and dooings mootherlyke, the corce with moorning cheere
- To buryall sadly through the towne was borne uppon a beere.
- The house of Anaxarete by chaunce was neere the way
- By which this piteous pomp did passe. And of the doolefull lay
- The sound came to the eares of her, whom God alreadye gan
- To strike. Yit let us see (quoth shee) the buryall of this man.
- And up the hygh wyde windowde house in saying so, shee ran.
- Scarce had shee well on Iphis lookt that on the beere did lye,
- But that her eyes wext stark: and from her limbes the blood gan flye.
- In stead therof came palenesse in. And as shee backeward was
- In mynd to go, her feete stacke fast and could not stirre. And as
- Shee would have cast her countnance backe, shee could not doo it. And
- The stonny hardnesse which alate did in her stomacke stand,
- Within a whyle did overgrow her whole from sole to crowne.
- And lest you think this geere surmysde, even yit in Salamin towne
- Of Lady Anaxarete the image standeth playne.
- The temple also in the which the image dooth remayne,
- Is unto Venus consecrate by name of Looker Out.
- And therfore weying well theis things, I prey thee looke about
- Good Lady, and away with pryde: and be content to frame
- Thy self to him that loveth thee and cannot quench his flame.
- So neyther may the Lentons cold thy budding frutetrees kill
- Nor yit the sharp and boystous wyndes thy flowring Gardynes spill.
- The God that can uppon him take what kynd of shape he list
- Now having sayd thus much in vayne, omitted to persist
- In beldames shape, and shewde himself a lusty gentleman,
- Appeering to her cheerefully, even like as Phebus whan
- Hee having overcomme the clowdes that did withstand his myght,
- Dooth blaze his brightsum beames agein with fuller heate and lyght.
- He offred force, but now no force was needfull in the cace.
- For why shee beeing caught in love with beawty of his face,
- Was wounded then as well as hee, and gan to yeeld apace.
- Next Proca, reignd Amulius in Awsonye by wrong,
- Till Numitor, the ryghtfull heyre, deposed verry long,
- Was by his daughters sonnes restorde. And on the feastfull day
- Of Pale, foundation of the walles of Rome they gan to lay.
- Soone after Tacye, and the Lordes of Sabine stird debate:
- And Tarpey for her traytrous deede in opening of the gate
- Of Tarpey towre was prest to death according to desert
- With armour heapt uppon her head. Then feerce and stowt of hart
- The Sabines like to toonglesse woolves without all noyse of talke
- Assayld the Romanes in theyr sleepe, and to the gates gan stalke
- Which Ilias sonne had closed fast with lockes and barres. But yit
- Dame Juno had set open one, and as shee opened it
- Had made no noyse of craking with the hindges, so that none
- Perceyvd the opening of the gate but Venus all alone.
- And shee had shet it up, but that it is not lawfull to
- One God to undoo any thing another God hath doo.
- The water nymphes of Awsonie hild all the groundes about
- The Church of Janus where was store of springs fresh flowing out.
- Dame Venus prayd theis nymphes of help. And they considering that
- The Goddesse did request no more but ryght, denyde it nat.
- They opened all theyr fountayne veynes and made them flowe apace.
- Howbee't the passage was not yit to Janus open face
- Forclosed: neyther had as yit the water stopt the way.
- They put rank brimstone underneathe the flowing spring that day,
- And eeke with smokye rozen set theyr veynes on fyre for ay.
- Through force of theis and other things, the vapour perced lowe
- Even downe unto the verry rootes on which the springs did growe.
- So that the waters which alate in coldnesse myght compare
- Even with the frozen Alpes, now hot as burning furnace are.
- The two gate posts with sprinkling of the fyry water smoakt.
- Wherby the gate beehyghted to the Sabines quyght was choakt
- With rysing of this fountaine straunge, untill that Marsis knyght
- Had armed him. Then Romulus did boldly offer fyght.
- The Romane ground with Sabines and with Romanes bothe were spred.
- And with the blood of fathrinlawes which wicked swoord had shed
- Flowde mixt the blood of sonneinlawes. Howbee't it seemed best
- To bothe the partyes at the length from battell for to rest,
- And not to fyght to uttrance: and that Tacye should becoome
- Copartner with king Romulus of sovereintye in Rome.
- Within a whyle king Tacye dyde: and bothe the Sabines and
- The Romanes under Romulus in equall ryght did stand.
- The God of battell putting off his glittring helmet then,
- With such like woordes as theis bespake the syre of Goddes and men:
- The tyme, father (in as much as now the Romane state
- Is wexen strong uppon the good foundation layd alate,
- Depending on the stay of one) is comme for thee to make
- Thy promis good which thou of mee and of thy graundchyld spake:
- Which was to take him from the earth and in the heaven him stay.
- Thou once (I markt thy gracious woordes and bare them well away)
- Before a great assembly of the Goddes didst to mee say
- There shalbee one whom thou shalt rayse above the starry skye.
- Now let thy saying take effect. Jove graunting by and by
- The ayre was hid with darksom clowdes, and thunder foorth did fly,
- And lyghtning made the world agast. Which Mars perceyving to
- Bee luckye tokens for himself his enterpryse to do,
- Did take his rist uppon his speare and boldly lept into
- His bloodye charyot. And he lent his horses with his whippe
- A yirking lash, and through the ayre full smoothely downe did slippe.
- And staying on the woody toppe of mountayne Palatine,
- He tooke away king Romulus whoo there did then defyne
- The pryvate caces of his folk unseemly for a king.
- And as a leaden pellet broade enforced from a sling
- Is woont to dye amid the skye: even so his mortall flesh
- Sank from him downe the suttle ayre. In sted wherof a fresh
- And goodly shape more stately and more meete for sacred shryne
- Succeeded, like our Quirin that in stately robe dooth shyne.
- Hersilia for her feere as lost, of moorning made none end,
- Untill Queene Juno did commaund dame Iris to discend
- Uppon the Raynebowe downe, and thus her message for to doo:
- O of the Latian country and the Sabine nacion too
- Thou peerlesse perle of womanhod, most woorthy for to bee
- The wyfe of such a noble prince as heertofore was hee,
- And still to bee the wyfe of him canonized by name,
- Of Quirin: cease thy teares. And if thou have desyre the same
- Thy holy husband for to see, ensew mee to the queache
- That groweth greene on Quirins hill, whoose shadowes overreache
- The temple of the Romane king. Dame Iris did obey.
- And slyding by her paynted bowe, in former woordes did say
- Her errand to Hersilia. Shee scarce lifting up her eyes
- With sober countnance answerd: O thou Goddesse (for surmyse
- I cannot whoo thou art, but yit I well may understand
- Thou art a Goddesse) leede mee, O deere Goddesse, leede mee, and
- My husband to mee shewe. Whom if the fatall susters three
- Will of theyr gracious goodnesse graunt mee leave but once to see,
- I shall account mee into heaven receyved for to bee.
- Immediatly with Thawmants imp to Quirins hill shee went.
- There glyding from the sky a starre streyght downe to ground was sent,
- The sparkes of whoose bryght blazing beames did burne Hersilias heare.
- And with the starre the ayre did up her heare to heavenward beare.
- The buylder of the towne of Rome receyving streyght the same
- Betweene his old acquaynted handes, did alter both her name
- And eeke her bodye, calling her dame Ora. And by this
- Shee joyntly with her husband for a Goddesse woorshipt is.