Metamorphoses
Ovid
Ovid. The XV bookes of P. Ouidius Naso, entytuled Metamorphosis. Golding, Arthur, translator. London: W. Seres (printer), 1567.
- Anon upon the same
- The furious Fiende Tisiphone doth cloth hir out of hand
- In garment streaming gorie bloud, and taketh in hir hand
- A burning Cresset steepte in bloud, and girdeth hir about
- With wreathed Snakes and so goes forth. And at hir going out,
- Feare, terror, grief and pensivenesse for companie she tooke,
- And also madnesse with his flaight, and gastly staring looke.
- Within the house of Athamas no sooner foote she set,
- But that the postes began to quake and doores looke blacke as Jet.
- The sonne withdrew him, Athamas and eke his wife were cast
- With ougly sightes in such a feare, that out of doores agast
- They would have fled. There stoode the Fiend, and stopt their passage out,
- And splaying forth hir filthie armes beknit with Snakes about,
- Did tosse and wave hir hatefull head. The swarme of scaled snakes
- Did make an irksome noyse to heare as she hir tresses shakes.
- About hir shoulders some did craule: some trayling downe hir brest
- Did hisse and spit out poyson greene, and spirt with tongues infest.
- Then from amyd hir haire two snakes with venymd hand she drew
- Of which shee one at Athamas and one at Ino threw.
- The snakes did craule about their breasts, inspiring in their heart
- Most grievous motions of the minde: the bodie had no smart
- Of any wound: it was the minde that felt the cruell stings.
- A poyson made in Syrup wise, shee also with hir brings.
- The filthie fome of Cerberus, the casting of the Snake
- Echidna, bred among the Fennes about the Stygian Lake:
- Desire of gadding foorth abroad: forgetfulnesse of minde:
- Delight in mischiefe: woodnesse: teares: and purpose whole inclinde
- To cruell murther: all the which shee did together grinde:
- And mingling them with new shed bloud had boyled them in brasse,
- And stird them with a Hemblock stalke. Now whyle that Athamas
- And Ino stood and quakte for feare, this poyson ranke and fell
- Shee tourned into both their breastes and made their heartes to swell.
- Then whisking often round about hir head hir balefull brand,
- She made it soone by gathering winde to kindle in hir hand.
- Thus as it were in triumph wise accomplishing hir hest,
- To Duskie Plutos emptie Realme shee gettes hir home to rest,
- And putteth off the snarled Snakes that girded in hir brest.
- Immediatly King Aeolus sonne starke madde comes crying out
- Through all the court: What meane yee Sirs? why go yee not about
- To pitch our toyles within this chace? I saw even nowe here ran
- A Lyon with hir two yong whelpes. And there withall he gan
- To chase his wyfe as if in deede shee had a Lyon beene
- And lyke a Bedlem boystouslie he snatcheth from betweene
- The mothers armes h's little babe Loearchus smyling on him
- And reaching foorth his preatie armes, and floong him fiercely from him
- A twice or thrice as from a slyng: and dasht his tender head
- Against a hard and rugged stone until he sawe him dead.
- The wretched mother (whither griefe did move hir thereunto
- Or that the poyson spred within did force hir so to doe)
- Howld out and frantikly with scattered haire about hir eares
- And with hir little Melicert whome hastely shee beares
- In naked armes she cryeth out, Hoe Bacchus. At the name
- Of Bacchus Juno gan to laugh and scorning sayde in game:
- This guerden loe thy foster child requiteth for the same.
- There hangs a rocke about the Sea the foote whereof is eate
- So hollow with the saltish waves which on the same doe beate,
- That like a house it keepeth off the moysting showers of rayne.
- The toppe is rough and shootes his front amiddes the open mayne.
- Dame Ino (madnesse made hir strong) did climb this cliffe anon
- And headlong downe (without regarde of hurt that hoong thereon)
- Did throwe hir burden and hir selfe, the water where shee dasht
- In sprincling upwarde glisterd red. But Venus sore abasht
- At this hir Neeces great mischaunce without offence or fault,
- Hir Uncle gently thus bespake: O ruler of the hault
- And swelling Seas, O noble Neptune whose dominion large
- Extendeth to the Heaven, whereof the mightie Jove hath charge,
- The thing is great for which I sue. But shewe thou for my sake
- Some mercie on my wretched friends whome in thine endlesse lake
- Thou seest tossed to and fro. Admit thou them among
- The Goddes. Of right even here to mee some favour doth belong
- At least wise if amid the Sea engendred erst I were
- Of Froth, as of the which yet still my pleasaunt name I beare.
- Neptunus graunted hir request, and by and by bereft them
- Of all that ever mortall was. Insted wherof he left them
- A hault and stately majestie: and altring them in hew
- With shape and names most meete for Goddes he did them both endew.
- Leucothoe was the mothers name, Palemon was the sonne.
- The Thebane Ladies following hir as fast as they could runne,
- Did of hir feete perceive the print upon the utter stone.
- And taking it for certaine signe that both were dead and gone,
- In making mone for Cadmus house, they wrang their hands and tare
- Their haire, and rent their clothes, and railde on Juno out of square,
- As nothing just, but more outragious farre than did behove
- In so revenging of hir selfe upon hir husbands love.
- The Goddesse Juno could not beare their railing. And in faith:
- You also will I make to be as witnesses (she sayth)
- Of my outragious crueltie. And so shee did in deede.
- For shee that loved Ino best was following hir with speede
- Into the Sea. But as shee would hir selfe have downeward cast,
- She could not stirre, but to the rock as nailed sticked fast.
- The second as shee knockt hir breast, did feele hir armes wax stiffe.
- Another as shee stretched out hir hands upon the cliffe,
- Was made a stone, and there stoode still ay stretching forth hir hands
- Into the water as before. And as an other standes
- A tearing of hir ruffled lockes, hir fingers hardened were
- And fastned to hir frisled toppe still tearing of hir heare,
- And looke what gesture eche of them was taken in that tide,
- Even in the same transformde to stones, they fastned did abide.
- And some were altered into birds which Cadmies called bee
- And in that goolfe with flittering wings still to and fro doe flee.
- Nought knoweth Cadmus that his daughter and hir little childe
- Admitted were among the Goddes that rule the surges wilde.
- Compellde with griefe and great mishappes that had ensewd togither,
- And straunge foretokens often seene since first his comming thither,
- He utterly forsakes his towne the which he builded had,
- As though the fortune of the place so hardly him bestad,
- And not his owne. And fleeting long like pilgrims, at the last
- Upon the coast of Illirie his wife and he were cast.
- Where ny forpind with cares and yeares, while of the chaunces past
- Upon their house, and of their toyles and former travails tane
- They sadly talkt betweene themselves: Was my speare head the bane
- Of that same ougly Snake of Mars (quoth Cadmus) when I fled
- From Sidon? or did I his teeth in ploughed pasture spred?
- If for the death of him the Goddes so cruell vengeaunce take,
- Drawen out in length upon my wombe then traile I like a snake.
- He had no sooner sayde the worde but that he gan to glide
- Upon his belly like a Snake. And on his hardened side
- He felt the scales new budding out, the which was wholy fret
- With speccled droppes of blacke and gray as thicke as could be set.
- He falleth groveling on his breast, and both his shankes doe growe
- In one round spindle Bodkinwise with sharpned point below.
- His armes as yet remayned still: his armes that did remayne,
- He stretched out, and sayde with teares that plentuously did raine
- Adowne his face, which yet did keepe the native fashion sownd:
- Come hither wyfe, come hither wight most wretched on the ground,
- And whyle that ought of mee remaynes vouchsafe to touche the same.
- Come take mee by the hand as long as hand may have his name,
- Before this snakish shape doe whole my body over runne.
- He would have spoken more when sodainely his tongue begunne
- To split in two and speache did fayle: and as he did attempt
- To make his mone, he hist: for nature now had cleane exempt
- All other speach. His wretched wyfe hir naked stomack beete
- And cryde: What meaneth this? deare Cadmus, where are now thy feete?
- Where are thy shoulders and thy handes? thy hew and manly face?
- With all the other things that did thy princely person grace
- Which nowe I overpasse? But why yee Goddes doe you delay
- My bodie into lyke misshape of Serpent to convay?
- When this was spoken, Cadmus lickt his wyfe about the lippes:
- And (as a place with which he was acquaynted well) he slippes
- Into hir boosome, lovingly embracing hir, and cast
- Himselfe about hir necke, as oft he had in tyme forepast.
- Such as were there (their folke were there) were flaighted at the sight,
- For by and by they sawe their neckes did glister slicke and bright.
- And on their snakish heades grew crests: and finally they both
- Were into verie Dragons tournd, and foorth together goth
- T'one trayling by the tothers side, untill they gaynd a wood,
- The which direct against the place where as they were then stood.
- And now remembring what they were themselves in tymes forepast,
- They neyther shonne nor hurten men with stinging nor with blast.
- But yet a comfort to them both in this their altred hew
- Became 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 that
- There was not any race of Goddes, for he beleved not
- That 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 repent
- As 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 overflew
- The Lybicke sandes, the droppes of bloud that from the head did sew
- Of 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 clyme
- Did 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 excell
- In stature everie other wight that in the worlde did dwell.
- The utmost coast of all the earth and all that Sea wherein
- The 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 mee
- Such 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 tree
- Shall 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 same
- To keepe it. Further he forbad that any straunger came
- Within his Realme, and to this knight he sayde presumtuouslie:
- Avoyd my land, onlesse thou wilt by utter perill trie
- That 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 deede
- To drive him out by strength of hand. To speake was losse of winde
- For 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 stead
- Into 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 bones
- Were turnd to stones: and therewithall he grew mee all at once
- Beyond 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 mind
- To rise about their daylie worke shone brightly in the skie.
- Then Persey unto both his feete did streight his feathers tie
- And 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 commaundement
- Andromad 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 see
- Togither knit in lawfull bed the earnest lovers bee,
- I pray thee tell mee what thy selfe and what this lande is named
- And wherefore thou dost weare these Chains. The Ladie ill ashamed
- Was at the sodaine striken domb: and lyke a fearfull maid
- Shee durst not speake unto a man. Had not hir handes beene staid
- She would have hid hir bashfull face. Howbeit as she might
- With great abundance of hir teares shee stopped up hir sight
- But when that Persey oftentimes was earnestly in hand
- To learne this matter, for bicause shee would not seeme to stand
- In stubborne silence of hir faultes, shee tolde him what the land
- And what she hight: and how hir mother for hir beauties sake
- Through 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 shore
- Which 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 maid
- Who wrongly for hir mothers fault the bitter raunsome paid.
- They brought not with them any help: but (as the time and cace
- Requird) they wept and wrang their hands, and streightly did embrace
- Hir 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 towre
- The 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 adde
- A 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 that
- They 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 tide
- Even so the monster with his brest did beare the waves aside,
- And was now come as neere the rocke as well a man myght fling
- Amid 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 glade
- Lie beaking of his blewish backe against the sunnie rayes,
- Doth seize upon him unbeware, and with his talants layes
- Sure holde upon his scalie necke lest writhing back his head
- His cruell teeth might doe him harme: so Persey in that stead
- Discending downe the ayre amaine with all his force and might
- Did seize upon the monsters backe: and underneath the right
- Finne 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 oft
- As doth a chaufed Boare beset with barking Dogges about.
- But Persey with his lightsome wings still keeping him without
- The monsters reach, with hooked sword doth sometime hew his back
- Where as the hollow scales give way: and sometime he doth hacke
- The ribbes on both his maled sides: and sometime he doth wound
- His 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 last
- His feathers verie heavie were: and doubting any more
- To trust his wings now waxing wet, he straight began to sore
- Up 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 just
- The top thereof a dozen times his weapon he did thrust
- Among his guttes. The joyfull noyse and clapping of their hands
- The which were made for loosening of Andromad from hir bands,
- Filde all the coast and heaven it selfe. The parents of the Maide
- Cassiope 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 fee
- And cause of Perseys enterprise from bondes now beyng free,
- He washed his victorious hands. And lest the Snakie heade
- With lying on the gravell hard should catch some harme, he spred
- Soft leaves and certaine tender twigs that in the water grew,
- And laid Medusas head thereon: the twigs yet being new
- And quicke and full of juicie pith full lightly to them drew
- The nature of this monstrous head. For both the leafe and bough
- Full 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 oddes
- Of 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 dight
- A 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 Love
- And Hymen unto mariage his minde in hast did move.
- Great fires were made of sweete perfumes, and curious garlandes hung
- About the house, which every where of mirthful musicke rung
- The 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 port
- To this same great and royall feast of Cephey did resort.
- When having taken their repast as well of meate as wine
- Their hearts began to pleasant mirth by leysure to encline,
- The valiant Persey of the folke and facions of the land
- Began to be inquisitive. One Lincide out of hand
- The rites and manners of the folke did doe him t'understand.
- Which done he sayd: O worthie knight I pray thee tell us by
- What force or wile thou gotst the head with haires of Adders slie.
- Then Persey tolde how underneath colde Atlas lay a plaine
- So fenced in on every side with mountaines high, that vaine
- Were any force to win the same. In entrance of the which
- Two daughters of King Phorcis dwelt whose chaunce and hap was such
- That 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 came
- Through gastly groves by ragged cliffes unto the drerie place
- Whereas the Gorgons dwelt: and there he saw (a wretched case)
- The shapes as well of men as beasts lie scattered everie where
- In open fields and common wayes, the which transformed were
- From living things to stones at sight of foule Medusas heare,
- But yet that he through brightnesse of his monstrous brazen shield
- The 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 see
- Swift Pegasus the winged horse and eke his brother grow
- Out of their mothers new shed bloud. Moreover he did show
- A 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 before
- There 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 report
- I graunt to tell you your demaunde. She both in comly port
- And 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 bee
- In 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 heare
- To 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 things
- Amid a throng of Cepheys Lordes, through al the Pallace rings
- A noyse of people nothing like the sound of such as sing
- At wedding feastes, but like the rore of such as tidings bring
- Of cruell warre. This sodaine chaunge from feasting unto fray
- Might well be likened to the Sea: whych standing at a stay
- The woodnesse of the windes makes rough by raising of the wave.
- King Cepheys brother Phyney was the man that rashly gave
- The first occasion of this fray. Who shaking in hys hand
- A 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 golde
- Shall now not save thee from my handes. As with that word he bent
- His 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 finde
- Among us for his good deserts? And wilt thou needes requite
- The 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 arrived
- On my deare bowels for to feede. That time wert thou deprived
- Of 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 suffice
- That thou didst see hir to the rocke fast bound before thine eyes
- And didst not helpe hir beyng both hir husband and hir Eame?
- Onlesse thou grudge that any man should come within my Realme
- To 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 found
- That 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 thought
- That I set more by him than thee: but this may well be sed
- I 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 stay
- He shooke his Dart, and flung it forth with all the powre and sway
- That 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 Dart
- Did throw it at his foe agayne, and therewithall his hart
- Had 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 right
- Amid 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 rout
- As fierce as fire flang Dartes: and some there were that cried out
- That 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 all
- The Gods of Hospitalitie, that that same broyle did fall
- Full sore against his will. At hand was warlie Pallas streight
- And 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 went
- A 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 coulde
- In 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 friend
- And 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 wound
- Now 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 enjoy
- Thy 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 runne
- With Harpe in his hand bestaind with grim Medusas blood,
- And thrust him through the brest therwith. He quothing as he stood
- Did 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 Amphimedon
- By fortune sliding in the blood with which the ground was wet,
- Fell downe: and as they woulde have rose, Perseus fauchon met
- With 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 holde
- A brode browne Bill, with his short sword he durst not be too bolde
- To make approch. With both his handes a great and massie cup
- Embost 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 stand
- Aloofe 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 perforce
- To take a part, have Phyney here him whome thou doste enforce
- To be thy foe, and with this wound my wrongfull wound requite.
- But as he from his body pullde the Dart, with all his might
- To throw it at his foe againe, his limmes so feebled were
- With losse of bloud, that downe he fell and could not after steare.
- There also lay Odites slaine the chiefe in all the land
- Next to King Cephey, put to death by force of Clymens hand.
- Protenor was by Hypsey killde, and Lyncide did as much
- For 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 earnestly
- Against 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 way
- Upon the Altar fell, and there his tongue not fully dead
- Did 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 sustaine
- The furious force of slicing swordes) were both by Phyney slaine.
- And so was Alphit, Ceres Priest, that ware upon his crowne
- A 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 rejoyce
- And 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 string
- And 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 tho
- That wonted was to barre the doore a right side of the house
- And therewithall to Petalus he lendeth such a souse
- Full in the noddle of the necke, that like a snetched Oxe
- Streight tumbling downe, against the ground his groveling face he knox.
- And Pelates, a Garamant, attempted to have caught
- The left doore barre: but as thereat with stretched hand he raught,
- One Coryt, sonne of Marmarus did with a Javelin stricke
- Him 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 dide
- Fast nayled by the hand. And there was overthrowne a Knight
- Of 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 askew
- And 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 ground
- With 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 redresse
- This slaughter and this spightfull taunt, streight snatched out the Dart
- That sticked in the fresh warme wound, and with an angrie hart
- Did send it at the throwers head: the Dart did split his nose
- Even in the middes, and at his necke againe the head out goes:
- So that it peered both the wayes. Whiles fortune doth support
- And 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 knife
- The worlde spake shame of. Nathelesse much more remainde behinde
- Than was dispatched out of hand: for all were full in minde
- To murder one. The wicked throng had sworne to spend their blood
- Against the right, and such a man as had deserved good.
- A tother side (although in vaine) of mere affection stood
- The 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 tide
- With 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 about
- The valiant Persey all alone. The Dartes of Phyneys bande
- Came thicker than the Winters hayle doth fall upon the lande,
- By both his sides, his eyes and eares. He warely thereupon
- Withdrawes, and leanes his backe against a huge great arche of stone:
- And being safe behind, he settes his face against his foe
- Withstanding all their fierce assaultes. There did assaile him thoe
- Upon 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 which
- Were best to give adventure first: so Persey who did itch
- To be at host with both of them, and doubtfull whether side
- To 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 gave
- No respite to him to pursue: but like a franticke man
- Through egernesse to wounde his necke, without regarding whan
- Or 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 wound
- Was 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 abasht
- With these thy foolish juggling toyes. And as he would have dasht
- His 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 sonne
- That 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 beholde
- From whence we fetch our piedegree: it may rejoyce thy hart
- To die of such a noble hand as mine. The latter part
- Of 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 beare
- That 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 knight
- Of 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 remaine
- Of wondring still. A wearie worke it were to tell you plaine
- The names of all the common sort. Two hundred from that fray
- Did 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 feare
- Did Phyney of his wrongfull war forthinke himselfe full sore.
- But now (alas) what remedie? he saw there stand before
- His 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 sight
- He feeles the bodies that were next, and all were Marble quight.
- He turnes himselfe from Persey ward and humbly as he standes
- He 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 head
- That 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 love
- In 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 heart
- In that I did not give the place. None other thing I crave
- O 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 desert
- Upon 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 remaine
- An everlasting monument of this dayes toyle and paine.
- The pallace of my Fathrinlaw shall henceforth be thy shrine
- Where 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 shielde
- With Gorgons heade to that same part where Phyney with a mielde
- And fearfull countnance set his face. Then also as he wride
- His eyes away, his necke waxt stiffe, his teares to stone were dride.
- A countnance in the stonie stocke of feare did still appeare
- With humble looke and yeelding handes and gastly ruthfull cheare.
- With conquest and a noble wife doth Persey home repaire
- And 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 defeate
- King Acrise of his townes by warre and of his royall seate.
- But neyther could his men of warre nor fortresse won by wrong
- Defend 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 broyles
- Nor yet the perils he endurde, nor all his troublous toyles
- Could cause thy stomacke to relent. Within thy stonie brest
- Workes such a kinde of festred hate as cannot be represt.
- Thy wrongfull malice hath none ende. Moreover thou of spite
- Repining 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 anon
- The hatefull Tyran Polydect was turned to a stone.
- The Goddesse Pallas all this while did keepe continually
- Hir brother Persey companie, till now that she did stie
- From Seriph in a hollow cloud, and leaving on the right
- The Iles of Scyre and Gyaros, she made from thence hir flight
- Directly over that same Sea as neare as eye could ame
- To 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 proofe
- Be glad to see the wondrous thing. For present there I stoode
- And 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 fame
- Of 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 cace
- And 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 much
- That all things make us Maides afraide. Me thinkes I yet do see
- The wicked Tyran Pyren still: my heart is yet scarce free
- From 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 far
- Within the Citie Dawlis reignde by force of wrongfull hand,
- One day to Phebus Temples warde that on Parnasus stand
- As 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 fell
- That time a tempest and a showre) be past: the Gods aloft
- Have 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 cleare
- Of 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 wings
- And from the leavie boughes aloft a sound of greeting rings.
- Minerva looking up thereat demaunded whence the sounde
- Of 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 mischaunce
- In 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 borne
- Of Pierus, a great riche Chuffe, and Euip, who by ayde
- Of strong Lucina travailing nine times, nine times was laide
- Of daughters in hir childbed safe. This fond and foolish rout
- Of doltish sisters taking pride and waxing verie stout,
- Bicause they were in number nine came flocking all togither
- Through 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 deede
- Ye 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 we
- Of all the woods of Macedone will dispossessed be
- As 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 sweare
- By 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, profest
- The 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 telles
- How Typhon issuing from the earth and from the deepest helles,
- Made all the Gods above afraide, so greatly that they fled
- And 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 hide
- In forged shapes. She saide that Jove the Prince of Gods was wride
- In 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 tung
- And yelling throteboll to hir harpe before us rudely sung.
- Our turne is also come to speake, but that perchaunce your grace
- To 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 name
- This chalenge we committed have and ordring of the same.
- Then rose up faire Calliope with goodly bush of heare
- Trim wreathed up with yvie leaves, and with hir thumbe gan steare
- The 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 resound
- Hir worthie laude: she doubtlesse is a Goddesse worthie praise.
- Bicause the Giant Typhon gave presumptuously assayes
- To 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 Lilybie
- Are pressed downe: his monstrous head doth under Aetna lie.
- From whence he lying bolt upright with wrathfull mouth doth spit
- Out flames of fire. He wrestleth oft and walloweth for to wit
- And if he can remove the weight of all that mightie land
- Or 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 day
- Might 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 seene
- Of Venus sitting on hir hill: who taking streight betweene
- Hir armes hir winged Cupid, said: My sonne, mine only stay,
- My hand, mine honor and my might, go take without delay
- Those tooles which all wightes do subdue, and strike them in the hart
- Of that same God that of the world enjoyes the lowest part.
- The Gods of Heaven, and Jove himselfe, the powre of Sea and Land
- And 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 already
- Exempted them from my behestes? and now of late so heady
- Is 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 tolde
- These wordes, but Cupid opening streight his quiver chose therefro
- One 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 grounde
- Yeeldes 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 hap
- Dis 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 call
- Hir 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 horse
- By 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 boyle
- And smell of Brimstone verie ranke: and also by the soyle
- Where as the Bacchies, folke of Corinth with the double Seas,
- Betweene unequall Havons twaine did reere a towne for ease.
- Betweene the fountaines of Cyane and Arethuse of Pise
- An arme of Sea that meetes enclosde with narrow homes there lies.
- Of this the Poole callde Cyane which beareth greatest fame
- Among the Nymphes of Sicilie did algates take the name.
- Who vauncing hir unto the waste amid hir Poole did know
- Dame Proserpine, and said to Dis: Ye shall no further go:
- You cannot Ceres sonneinlawe be, will she so or no.
- You should have sought hir courteously and not enforst hir so.
- And if I may with great estates my simple things compare,
- Anapus was in love with me: but yet he did not fare
- As you doe now with Proserpine. He was content to woo
- And I unforst and unconstreind consented him untoo.
- This said, she spreaded forth hir armes and stopt him of his way.
- His hastie wrath Saturnus sonne no lenger then could stay.
- But chearing up his dreadfull Steedes did smight his royall mace
- With violence in the bottome of the Poole in that same place.
- The ground streight yeelded to his stroke and made him way to Hell,
- And downe the open gap both horse and Chariot headlong fell.
- Dame Cyan taking sore to heart as well the ravishment
- Of Proserpine against hir will, as also the contempt
- Against hir fountaines priviledge, did shrowde in secret hart
- An inward corsie comfortlesse, which never did depart
- Untill she melting into teares consumde away with smart.
- The selfesame waters of the which she was but late ago
- The mighty Goddesse, now she pines and wastes hirselfe into.
- Ye might have seene hir limmes wex lithe, ye might have bent hir bones.
- Hir nayles wext soft: and first of all did melt the smallest ones:
- As haire and fingars, legges and feete: for these same slender parts
- Doe quickly into water turne, and afterward converts
- To water, shoulder, backe, brest, side: and finally in stead
- Of lively bloud, within hir veynes corrupted there was spred
- Thinne water: so that nothing now remained whereupon
- Ye might take holde, to water all consumed was anon.
- The carefull mother in the while did seeke hir daughter deare
- Through all the world both Sea and Land, and yet was nere the neare.
- The Morning with hir deawy haire hir slugging never found,
- Nor yet the Evening star that brings the night upon the ground.
- Two seasoned Pynetrees at the mount of Aetna did she light
- And bare them restlesse in hir handes through all the dankish night.
- Againe as soone as chierfull day did dim the starres, she sought
- Hir daughter still from East to West. And being overwrought
- She caught a thirst: no liquor yet had come within hir throte.
- By chaunce she spied nere at hand a pelting thatched Cote
- Wyth peevish doores: she knockt thereat, and out there commes a trot.
- The Goddesse asked hir some drinke and she denide it not:
- But out she brought hir by and by a draught of merrie go downe
- And therewithall a Hotchpotch made of steeped Barlie browne
- And Flaxe and Coriander seede and other simples more
- The which she in an Earthen pot together sod before.
- While Ceres was a eating this, before hir gazing stood
- A hard faaste boy, a shrewde pert wag, that could no maners good:
- He laughed at hir and in scorne did call hir greedie gut.
- The Goddesse being wroth therewith, did on the Hotchpotch put
- The liquor ere that all was eate, and in his face it threw.
- Immediatly the skinne thereof became of speckled hew,
- And into legs his armes did turne: and in his altred hide
- A wrigling tayle streight to his limmes was added more beside.
- And to th'intent he should not have much powre to worken scathe,
- His bodie in a little roume togither knit she hathe.
- For as with pretie Lucerts he in facion doth agree:
- So than the Lucert somewhat lesse in every poynt is he.
- The poore old woman was amazde: and bitterly she wept:
- She durst not touche the uncouth worme, who into corners crept.
- And of the flecked spottes like starres that on his hide are set
- A name agreeing thereunto in Latine doth he get.
- It is our Swift whose skinne with gray and yellow specks is fret.
- What Lands and Seas the Goddesse sought it were too long to saine.
- The worlde did want. And so she went to Sicill backe againe.
- And as in going every where she serched busily,
- She also came to Cyane: who would assuredly
- Have tolde hir all things, had she not transformed bene before.
- But mouth and tongue for uttrance now would serve hir turne no more.
- Howbeit a token manifest she gave hir for to know
- What was become of Proserpine. Her girdle she did show
- Still hovering on hir holie poole, which slightly from hir fell
- As she that way did passe: and that hir mother knew too well.
- For when she saw it, by and by as though she had but than
- Bene new advertisde of hir chaunce, she piteously began
- To rend hir ruffled haire, and beate hir handes against hir brest.
- As yet she knew not where she was. But yet with rage opprest,
- She curst all landes, and said they were unthankfull everychone,
- Yea and unworthy of the fruites bestowed them upon.
- But bitterly above the rest she banned Sicilie,
- In which the mention of hir losse she plainely did espie.
- And therefore there with cruell hand the earing ploughes she brake,
- And man and beast that tilde the grounde to death in anger strake.
- She marrde the seede, and eke forbade the fieldes to yeelde their frute.
- The plenteousnesse of that same lie of which there went suche bruit
- Through all the world, lay dead: the come was killed in the blade:
- Now too much drought, now too much wet did make it for to fade.
- The starres and blasting windes did hurt, the hungry foules did eate
- The come in ground: the Tines and Briars did overgow the Wheate.
- And other wicked weedes the corne continually annoy,
- Which neyther tylth nor toyle of man was able to destroy.
- Then Arethuse, floud Alpheys love, lifts from hir Elean waves
- Hir head, and shedding to hir eares hir deawy haire that waves
- About hir foreheade sayde: O thou that art the mother deare
- Both of the Maiden sought through all the world both far and neare,
- And eke of all the earthly fruites, forbeare thine endlesse toyle,
- And be not wroth without a cause with this thy faithfull soyle:
- The Lande deserves no punishment. Unwillingly, God wote,
- She opened to the Ravisher that violently hir smote.
- It is not sure my native soyle for which I thus entreate.
- I am but here a sojourner, my native soyle and seate
- Is Pisa and from Ely towne I fetch my first discent.
- I dwell but as a straunger here: but sure to my intent
- This Countrie likes me better farre than any other land.
- Here now I Arethusa dwell: here am I setled: and
- I humbly you beseche extend your favour to the same.
- A time will one day come when you to mirth may better frame,
- And have your heart more free from care, which better serve me may
- To tell you why I from my place so great a space doe stray,
- And unto Ortygie am brought through so great Seas and waves.
- The ground doth give me passage free, and by the lowest caves
- Of all the Earth I make my way, and here I raise my heade,
- And looke upon the starres agayne neare out of knowledge fled.
- Now while I underneath the Earth the Lake of Styx did passe,
- I saw your daughter Proserpine with these same eyes. She was
- Not merrie, neyther rid of feare as seemed by hir cheere.
- But yet a Queene, but yet of great God Dis the stately Feere:
- But yet of that same droupie Realme the chiefe and sovereigne Peere.
- Hir mother stoode as starke as stone, when she these newes did heare,
- And long she was like one that in another worlde had beene.
- But when hir great amazednesse by greatnesse of hir teene
- Was put aside, she gettes hir to hir Chariot by and by
- And up to heaven in all post haste immediately doth stie.
- And there beslowbred all hir face: hir haire about hir eares,
- To royall Jove in way of plaint this spightfull tale she beares:
- As well for thy bloud as for mine a suter unto thee
- I hither come. If no regard may of the mother bee
- Yet let the childe hir father move, and have not lesser care
- Of hir (I pray) bicause that I hir in my bodie bare.
- Behold our daughter whome I sought so long is found at last:
- If finding you it terme, when of recoverie meanes is past.
- Or if you finding do it call to have a knowledge where
- She is become. Hir ravishment we might consent to beare,
- So restitution might be made. And though there were to me
- No interest in hir at all, yet forasmuche as she
- Is yours, it is unmeete she be bestowde upon a theefe.
- Jove aunswerde thus: My daughter is a Jewell deare and leefe:
- A collup of mine owne flesh cut as well as out of thine.
- But if we in our heartes can finde things rightly to define,
- This is not spight but love. And yet Madame in faith I see
- No cause of such a sonne in law ashamed for to bee,
- So you contented were therewith. For put the case that hee
- Were destitute of all things else, how greate a matter ist
- Joves brother for to be? but sure in him is nothing mist.
- Nor he inferior is to me save only that by lot
- The Heavens to me, the Helles to him the destnies did allot.
- But if you have so sore desire your daughter to divorce,
- Though she againe to Heaven repayre I doe not greatly force.
- But yet conditionly that she have tasted there no foode:
- For so the destnies have decreed. He ceaste: and Ceres stoode
- Full bent to fetch hir daughter out: but destnies hir withstoode,
- Bicause the Maide had broke hir fast. For as she hapt one day
- In Plutos Ortyard rechlessely from place to place to stray,
- She gathering from a bowing tree a ripe Pownegarnet, tooke
- Seven kernels out and sucked them. None chaunst hereon to looke,
- Save onely one Ascalaphus whome Orphne, erst a Dame
- Among the other Elves of Hell not of the basest fame,
- Bare to hir husbande Acheron within hir duskie den.
- He sawe it, and by blabbing it ungraciously as then,
- Did let hir from returning thence. A grievous sigh the Queene
- Of Hell did fetch, and of that wight that had a witnesse beene
- Against hir made a cursed Birde. Upon his face she shead
- The water of the Phlegeton: and by and by his head
- Was nothing else but Beake and Downe, and mightie glaring eyes.
- Quight altred from himselfe betweene two yellow wings he flies.
- He groweth chiefly into head and hooked talants long
- And much adoe he hath to flaske his lazie wings among.
- The messenger of Morning was he made, a filthie fowle,
- A signe of mischiefe unto men, the sluggish skreching Owle.
- This person for his lavish tongue and telling tales might seeme
- To have deserved punishment. But what should men esteeme
- To be the verie cause why you, Acheloes daughters, weare
- Both feete and feathers like to Birdes, considering that you beare
- The upper partes of Maidens still? And commes it so to passe
- Bicause when Ladie Proserpine a gathering flowers was,
- Ye Meremaides kept hir companie? Whome after you had sought
- Through all the Earth in vaine, anon of purpose that your thought
- Might also to the Seas be knowen, ye wished that ye might
- Upon the waves with hovering wings at pleasure rule your flight,
- And had the Goddes to your request so pliant, that ye found
- With yellow feathers out of hand your bodies clothed round:
- Yet lest that pleasant tune of yours ordeyned to delight
- The hearing, and so high a gift of Musicke perish might
- For want of uttrance, humaine voyce to utter things at will
- And countnance of virginitie remained to you still.
- But meane betweene his brother and his heavie sister goth
- God Jove, and parteth equally the yeare betweene them both.
- And now the Goddesse Proserpine indifferently doth reigne
- Above and underneath the Earth, and so doth she remaine
- One halfe yeare with hir mother and the resdue with hir Feere.
- Immediatly she altred is as well in outwarde cheere
- As inwarde minde. For where hir looke might late before appeere
- Sad even to Dis, hir countnance now is full of mirth and grace
- Even like as Phebus having put the watrie cloudes to chace,
- Doth shew himselfe a Conqueror with bright and shining face.