forsake And from the Riuer Cyniphis which is in Lybie lande She had the fine shéere scaled filmes of water snayles at hand And of an endlesseliued heart the liuer had she got To which she added of a Crowe that then had liued not So little as nine hundred yeares the head and Bill also Now when Medea had with these and with a thousand mo Such other kinde of namelesse things bestead hir purpose through For lengthning of the old mans life she tooke a withered bough Cut lately from an Olyf trée and iumbling all togither Did raise the bottome to the brim and as she stirred hither And thither with the withered sticke behold it waxed gréene Anon the leaues came budding out and sodenly were séene As many berries dangling downe as well the bough could beare And where the fire had from the pan the scumming cast or where The scalding drops did fall the ground did springlike florish there And flowres with fodder fine and soft immediatly arose Which when Medea did behold with naked knife she goes And cuttes the olde mans throte and letting all his old bloud go Supplies it with the boyled iuice the which when Aeson tho Had at his mouth or at his wounde receyued in his heare As well of head as beard from gray to coleblacke turned were His leane pale hore and withered corse grew fulsome faire and fresh His furrowed wrincles were fulfilde with yong and lustie flesh His limmes waxt frolicke baine and lithe at which he wondring much Remembred that at fortie yeares he was the same or such And as from dull vnwieldsome age to youth he backward drew Euen so a liuely youthfull spright did in his heart renew The wonder of this monstruous act had Bacchus séene from hie And finding that to youthfull yeares his Nurses might thereby Restored bée did at hir hand receiue it as a gift And least deceitfull guile should cease Medea found a shift To feyne that Iason and hir selfe were falne at oddes in wroth And therevpon in humble wise to Pelias Court she goth Whâ—re forbicause the King himselfe was féebled sore with age His daughters entertainde hir whome Medea being sage Within a while through false pretence of feyned friendship brought To take hir baite For as she tolde what pleasures she had wrought For Iason and among the rest as greatest sadly tolde How she had made his father yong that withred was and olde And taried long vpon that point they hoped glad and faine That their olde father might likewise his youthful yeares regaine And this they crauing instantly did proffer for hir paine What recompence she would desire She helde hir peace a while As though she doubted what to doe and with hir suttle guile Of counterfetted grauitie more eger did them make Assone as she had promisde them to doe it for their sake For more assurance of my graunt your selues quoth she shall sée The oldest Ram in all your flocke a Lambe streight made to bée By force of my confections strong Immediatly a Ram So olde that no man thereabouts remembred him a Lam â–ª Was thither by his warped hornes which turned inward to To his hollow Temples drawne whose withred throte she slit in two And when she cleane had drayned out that little bloud that was Upon the fire with herbes of strength she set a pan of brasse And cast his carcasse thereinto The Medcine did abate The largenesse of his limmes and seard his dossers from his pate And with his hornes abridgde his yeares Anon was plainly heard The bleating of a new yeaâ—d Lambe from mid the Ketleward And as they wondred for to heare the bleating streight the Lam Leapt out and frisking ran to séeke the vdder of some Dam. King Pelias daughters were amazde and when they did beholde Hir promise come to such effect they were a thousand folde More earnest at hir than before Thrise Phoebus hauing pluckt The Collars from his horses neckes in Iber had them duckt And now in Heauen the streaming starres the fourth night shined cleare When false Medea on the fire had hanged water shere With herbes that had no powre at all The King and all his garde Which had the charge that night about his person for to warde Were through hir nightspels and hir charmes in deadly sléepe all cast And Pelias daughters with the Witch which eggde them forward past Into his chamber by the watch and compast in his bed Then wherefore stand ye doubting thus like fooles Medea sed On draw your swordes and let ye out his old bloud that I may Fill vp his emptie veynes againe with youthfull bloud streight way Your fathers life is in your handes it lieth now in you To haue him olde and withred still or yong and lustie Now If any nature in ye be and that ye doe not féede A fruitelesse hope your dutie to your father doe with spéede Expulse his age by sword and let the filthy matter out Through these persuasions which of them so euer went about To shewe hirselfe most naturall became the first that wrought Against all nature and for feare she should be wicked thought She executes the wickednesse which most to shun she sought Yet was not any one of them so bolde that durst abide To looke vpon their father when she strake but wride aside Hir eyes and so their cruell handes not marking where they hit With faces turnde another way at all auenture 〈◊〉 He all beweltred in his bloud awaked with the smart And maimde and mangled as he was did giue a sodeyne start Endeuoring to haue risen vp but when he did beholde Himselfe among so many swordes he lifting vp his olde Pale waryâ—sh armes said daughters mine what doe ye who hath put These wicked weapons in your hands your fathers throte to cut With that their heartes and handes did faint And as he talked yet Medea breaking of his wordes his windpipe quickly slit And in the scalding liquor torne did drowne him by and by But had she not with winged wormes streight mounted in the skie She had not scaped punishment but stying vp on hie She ouer shadie Pelion flew where Chyron erst did dwell And ouer Othrys and the grounds renowinde for that befell To auncient Ceramb who such time as old Deucalions flood Upon the face of all the Earth like one maine water stood By helpe of Nymphes with fethered wings was in the Ayer lift And so escaped from the floud vndrowned by the shift She left Aeolian Pytanie vpon hir left hand and The Serpent that became a stone vpon the Lesbian sand And Ida woods where Bacchus hid a Bullocke as is sayd In shape of Stag the which his sonne had théeuishly conuayde And where the Sire of Corytus lies buried in the dust The fieldes which Meras when he first did into barking brust Affraide with straungenesse of the noyse And eke Eurypils towne In which the wiues of Cos had hornes like Oxen on their crowne Such time as Hercles
his bane And Danus with another Dart was striken in the mouth There died also Celadon a Gypsâ—e of the South And so did bastard Astrey too whose mother was a Iew And sage Ethion well foreséene in things that should ensew But vtterly 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 off Nathelesse much more remainde behinde Than was dispatched of 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 deserued good A totherside although in vaine of mere affection stood The father and the Motherinlaw and eke the heauie bride Who filled with their piteous playnt the Court on euerie side But now the clattring of the swordes and harnesse at that â—â—de With grieuous grones and sighes of such as wounded were or dide Did raise vp 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 a thousand men enuirond round about The valiant Persey all alone The Dartes of Phyneys bande Came thicker than the Winters hayle doth fall vpon the lande By both his sides his eyes and eares He warely therevpon Withdrawes and leanes his backe against a huge great arche of stone And being safe behind he â—ettes 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 giue aduenture 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 vpon aduantage spide Did wound me Molphey on the leg and from him quight him draue He was contented with his flight for why Ethemon gaue 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 vpon the throte Howbeit that same wound Was vnsufficient for to sende Ethemon to the ground He trembled holding vp 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 auayle By reason of the multitude that did him still assayle Sith you your selues 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 séeke some other man whome thou mayst make abasht With these thy foolish iuggling toyes And as he would haue dasht His Iaueling 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 shoue His hand was stone and neyther one nor other way could moue But Niley who did vaunt himselfe to be the Riuers sonne That through the boundes of Aegypt land in channels .vij. doth runne And in his shielde had grauen part of siluer part of golde The said .vij. channels of the Nile sayd Persey here beholde From whence we fetch our piedegrée it may reioyce thy hart To die of such a noble hand as mine â–ª The latter part Of these his words could scarce be heard the dint therof was drownde Ye would haue 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 vs on this fellow run and to the ground him beare That feightes by witchcraft as with that his féete forth stepping were They stacke still fastened to the floore he could not moue a side An armed image all of stone he speachlesse did abide All these were iustly punished But one there was a knight Of Perseys band in whose defence as Acont stoode to feight He waxed ouergrowne with stone at vgly Gorgons sight Whome still as yet Astyages supposing for to liue Did with a long sharpe arming sworde a washing blow him giue The sword did clinke against the stone and out the sparcles driue While all amazde Astyages stoode wondring at the thing The selfe same 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 vnslaine but none of them did go aliue away The whole two hundred euery one at â—ight 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 eueryâ—hone Desiring them to succor him and trusting not his sight He féeles 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 vp his handes O noble Persey thou hast got the vpper hand he sed Put vp that monstruous shield of thine put vp that Gorgons head That into stones transformeth men put vp I thée desire Not hatred nor bicause to reigne as King I did aspire Haue moued me to make this fray The only force of loue In séeking my betrothed spouse did herevnto me moue The better title séemeth thine bicause of thy desert And mine by former promise made It irkes me at the heart In that I did not giue the place None other thing I craue O worthie knight but that thou graunt this life of mine to saue Let all things else beside be thine As he thus humbly spake Not 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 thée Set feare a side thou shalt not hurt with any weapon bée I will moreouer so prouide as that thou shalt remaine An euerlasting monument of this dayes toyle and paine The pallace of my Fathrinlaw shall henceforth be thy shrine Where thou shalt stand continually before my
with his hoste departed from the I le And Rhodes to Phoebus consecrate and Ialyse where ere while The Telchines with their noysome sight did euery thing bewitch At which their hainous wickednesse Ioue taking rightfull pritch Did drowne them in his brothers waues Moreouer she did passe By Ceos and olde Carthey walles where Sir Alcidamas Did wonder how his daughter should be turned to a Doue The Swannie Temp and Hyries Poole she viewed from aboue The which a sodeine Swan did haunt For Phyllie there for loue Of Hyries sonne did at his bidding Birdes and Lions tame And being willde to breake a Bull performed streight the same Till wrothfull that his loue so oft so streightly should him vse When for his last reward he askt the Bull he did refuse To giue it him The boy displeasde said well thou wilt anon Repent thou gaue it not and leapt downe headlong from a stone They all supposde he had bene falne but being made a Swan With snowie feathers in the Ayre to flacker he began His mother Hyrie knowing not he was preserued so Resolued into melting teares for pensiuenesse and wo And made the Poole that beares hir name Not far from hence doth stand The Citie Brauron where sometime by mounting from the land With wauing pinions Ophyes ympe dame Combe did eschue Hir children which with naked swordes to slea hir did pursue Anon she kend Calaurie fieldes which did sometime pertaine To chast Diana where a King and eke his wife both twaine Were turnde to Birdes Cyllene hill vpon hir right hand stood In which Menephron like a beast of wilde and sauage moode To force his mother did attempt Far thence she spide where sad Cephisus mourned for his Neece whome Phebus turned had To vgly shape of swelling Seale and Eumelles pallace faire Lamenting for his sonnes mischaunce with whewling in the Aire At Corinth with hir winged Snakes at length she did arriue Here men so auncient fathers said that were as then aliue Did bréede of deawie Mushrommes But after that hir téene With burning of hir husbaÌ„ds bride by witchcraft wreakt had béene And that King Creons pallace she on blasing fire had séene And in hir owne deare childrens bloud had bathde hir wicked knife Not like a mother but a beast bereuing them of life Least Iason should haue punisht hir she tooke hir winged Snakes And flying thence againe in haste to Pallas Citie makes Which saw the auncient Periphas and rightuous Phiney to Togither flying and the Néece of Polypemon who Was fastened to a paire of wings as well as tother two Aegeus enterteinde hir wherein he was too blame Although he had no further gone but staid vpon the same He thought it not to be inough to vse hir as his guest Onlesse he tooke hir too his wife And now was Thesey prest Unknowne vnto his father yet who by his knightly force Had set from robbers cleare the balke that makes the streight diuorce Betwéene the seas Iönian and Aegean To haue killde This worthie knight Medea had a Goblet readie fillde With iuice of Flintwoort venemous the which she long ago Had out of Scythie with hir brought The common brute is so That of the téeth of Cerberus this Flintwoort first did grow There is a caue that gapeth wide with darksome entrie low There goes a way slope downe by which with triple cheyne made new Of strong and sturdie Adamant the valiant Herâ—le drew The currish Helhounde Cerberus who dragging arsward still And writhing backe his scowling eyes bicause he had no skill To sée the Sunne and open day for verie moodie wroth Thrée barkings yelled out at once and spit his slauering froth Upon the gréenish grasse This froth as men suppose tooke roote And thriuing in the batling soyle in burgeous forth did shoote To bane and mischiefe men withall and forbicause the same Did grow vpon the bare hard Flints folke gaue the foresaid name Of Flintwoort therevnto The King by egging of his Quéene Did reach his soone this bane as if he had his enmie béene And Thesey â—f this treason wrought not knowing ought had tane The Goblet at his fathers haâ—d which helde his deadly bane When sodenly by the Iuorâ—e hiâ—â—s that were vpon his sword Aegeus knew he was his sonne and rising from the borde Did strike the mischieâ—e from his mouth Medea with a charme Did cast a mist and so scapte death deserued for the harme Entended Now albeit that Aegeus were right glad That in the sauing of his sonne so happy chaunce he had Yet grieued it his heart full sore that such a wicked wight With treason wrought against his sonne should scape so cleare quight Then fell he vnto kindling fire on Altars euerie where And glutted all the Gods with gifts The thicke neckt Oxen were With garlands wreathd about their hornes knockt downe for sacrifice A day of more solemnitie than this did neuer rise Before on Athens by report The auncients of the Towne Made feastes so did the meaner sort and euery common clowne And as the wine did sharpe their wits they sung this song O knight Of péerlesse prowesse Theseus thy manhod and thy might Through all the coast of Marathon with worthie honor soundes For killing of the Cretish Bull that wasted those same groundes The folke of Cremyon thinke themselues beholden vnto thée For that without disquietting their fieldes may tilled be By thée the land of Epidaure behelde the clubbish sonne Of Vulcane dead By thée likewise the countrie that doth runne Along Cephisus bankes behelde the fell Procrustes slaine The dwelling place of Ceres our Eleusis glad and faine Beheld the death of Cercyon That orpid Sinis who Abused his strength in bending trées and tying folke thereto Their limmes a sunder for to teare when loosened from the stops The trées vnto their proper place did trice their streyned tops Was kilde by thée Thou made the way that leadeth to the towne Alcathoe in Beotia cleare by putting Scyron downe To this same outlawes scattred bones the land denied rest And likewise did the Sea refuse to harbrough such a guest Till after floting to and fro long while as men doe say At length they hardened into stones and at this present day The stones are called Scyrons cliffes Now if we should account Thy déedes togither with thy yeares thy déedes would far surmount Thy yeares For thée most valiant Prince these publike vowes we kéepe For thée with cherefull heartes we quaffe these bolles of wine so déepe The Pallace also of the noyse and shouting did resounde The which the people made for ioy There was not to be founde In all the Citie any place of sadnesse Nathelesse So hard it is of perfect ioy to find so great excesse But that some sorrow therewithall is medled more or lesse Aegeus had not in his sonnes recouerie such delight But that there followed in the necke a piece of fortunes spight King Minos was preparing war who though he had great store
There followed him a thowsand shippes not farre Conspyrd toogither with the ayde that all the Greekes could fynd And vengeance had béene tane foorthwith but that the cruell wynd Did make the seas vnsaylable so that theyr shippes were fayne At rode at fisshye Avvlys in Baeotia too remayne Héere as the Greekes according too theyr woont made sacrifyse Too Ioue and on the Altar old the flame aloft did ryse They spyde a speckled Snake créepe vp vppon a planetrée bye Uppon the toppe whereof there was among the braunches hye A nest and in the nest eyght birdes All which and éeke theyr dam That flickering flew about her losse the hungry snake did cram Within his mawe The standers by were all amazde therat But Calchas Thestors sonne who knew what méening was in that Sayd â–ª wée shall win Reioyce yée Greekes by vs shall perish Troy But long the tyme will bée before wée may our will enioy And then he told them how the birds nyne yéeres did signifie Which they before the towne of Troy not taking it should lye The Serpent as he wound about the boughes and braunches gréene Became a stone and still in stone his snakish shape is séene The seas continewed verry rough and suffred not theyr hoste Imbarked for too passe from thence too take the further coast Sum thought that Neptune fauored Troy bycause himself did buyld The walles therof But Calchas who both knew and neuer hilld His peace in tyme declared that the Goddesse Phebe must Appeased bée with virgins blood for wrath conceyued iust Assoone as pitie yéelded had too cace of puplicke weale And reason got the vpper hand of fathers louing zeale So that the Ladye Iphigen before the altar stood Among the wéeping ministers too giue her maydens blood The Goddesse taking pitie cast a mist before theyr eyes And as they prayd and stiâ—d about too make the sacrifyse Conueyes her quight away and with a Hynd her roome supplyes Thus with a slaughter méete for her Diana béeing pleasd The raging surges with her wrath toogither were appeasd The thousand shippes had wynd at poope And when they had abode Much trouble at the length all safe they gat the Phrygian rode Amid the world twéene heauen and earth and sea there is a place Set from the bounds of eche of them indifferently in space From whence is séene what euer thing is practisd any where Although the Realme bée nere so farre and roundly too the eare Commes whatsoeuer spoken is â–ª Fame hath his dwelling there Who in the toppe of all the house is lodged in a towre A thousand entryes glades and holes are fâ—amed in this bowre There are no doores too shet The doores stand open nyght and day The house is all of sounding brasse and roreth euery way Reporting dowble euery woord it heareth people say There is no rest within there is no silence any where Yit is there not a yelling out but humming as it were The sound of surges béeing heard farre of are like the sound That at the end of thunderclappes long after dooth redound When Ioue dooth make the clowdes too crack within the courts is preace Of common people which too come and go doo neuer ceace And millions both of trothes and lyes ronne gadding euery where And woordes confusely flye in heapes Of which sum fill the â—are That heard not of them erst and sum Colearyers part doo play Too spread abrode the things they heard And euer by the way The thing that was inuented growes much greater than before And euery one that getts it by the end addes sumwhat more Lyght credit dwelleth there There dwells rash error There dooth dwell Uayne ioy There dwelleth hartlesse feare and Brute that loues too tell Uncertayne newes vppon report whereof he dooth not knowe The author and Sedition who fresh rumors loues too sowe This Fame beholdeth what is doone in heauen on sea and land And what is wrought in all the world he layes to vnderstand He gaue the Troyans warning that the Gréekes with valeant men And shippes approched that vnwares they could not take them then For Hector and the Troian folk well armed were at hand Too kéepe the coast and bid them bace before they came a land Protesilay by fatall doome was first that dyde in féeld Of Hectors speare and after him great numbers mo were killd Of valeant men That battell did the Gréeks full déerly cost And Hector with his Phrygian folk of blood no little lost In trying what the Greekes could doo The shore was red with blood And now king Cygnet Neptunes sonne had killed where he stood A thousand Greekes And now the stout Achilles causd to stay His Charyot and his lawnce did â—lea whole bandes of men that day And séeking Cygnet through the féeld or Hector he did stray At last with Cygnet he did méete For Hector had delay Untill the tenth yeare afterward Then hasting foorth his horses With flaxen manes ageinst his fo his Chariot he enforces And brandisshing his shaking dart he sayd O noble wyght A comfort let it bée too thée that such a valeant knyght As is Achilles killeth thée In saying so he threw A myghty dart which though it hit the mark at which it flew Yit perst it not the skinne at all Now when this blunted blowe Had hit on Cygnets brest and did no print of hitting showe Thou Goddesse sonne ê™ Cygnet for by fame we doo the knowe Why woondrest at mée for too sée I can not wounded bée Achilles woondred much thereat This helmet which yée sée Bedect with horses yellow manes this shéeld that I doo beare Defend mée not For ornaments alonly I them weare For this same cause armes Mars himself likewyse I will disarme Myself and yit vnrazed will I passe without all harme It is too sum effect not borne too bée of Neryes race So that a man be borne of him that with thréeforked mace Rules Nereus and his daughters too and all the sea besyde This sayd he at Achilles sent a dart that should abyde Uppon his sheeld It perced through the stéele and through nyne fold Of Oxen hydes and stayd vppon the tenth Achilles bold Did wrest it out and forcybly did throwe the same agayne His bodye béeing hit ageine vnwounded did remayne And cléere from any print of wound The third went éeke in vayne And yitdid Cygnet too the same giue full his naked brist Achilles chafed like a Bull that in the open list With dreadfull hornes dooth push ageinst the scarlet clothes that therâ— Are hanged vp too make him féerce and when he would them teare Dooth fynd his wounds deluded Then Achilles lookt vppon His Iauelings socket if the head thereof were looce or gone The head stacke fast My hand byléeke is weakened then ê™ hée And all the force it had before is spent on one I sée For sure I am it was of strength both when I first downe threw Lyrnessus walles and when I did Ile Tenedos subdew And éeke
not thou shalt scape this fray of Hercles bowe too dye But Lycid and Evvrinomos and Imbreus and Are Escapte not death Sir Dryants hand did all alike them spare Cayneius also though that he in flying were not slacke Yit was he wounded on the face For as he looked backe A weapons poynt did hit him full midway betwéene the eyes Wheras the nore and forehead méete For all this deane yit lyes Aphipnas snorting fast a sléepe not mynding for to wake Wrapt in a cloke of Bearskinnes which in Ossa mount were take And in his lither hand he hilld a potte of wyne Whom when That Phorbas saw although in vayne not medling with them then He set his fingars too the thong and saying thou shalt drink Thy wyne with water taken from the Stygian fountaynes brink He threw his dart at him The dart as he that tyme by chaunce Lay bolt vpright vppon his backe did through his throteboll glaunce He dyde and felt no payne at all The blacke swart blood gusht out And on the bed and in the potte fell flushing lyke a spout I saw Petreius go about too pull out of the ground An Oken tree But as he had his armes about it round And shaakt it too and fro too make it looce Pirithous cast A Dart which nayled too the trée his wrything stomacke fast Through prowesse of Pirithous men say was Lycus slayne Through prowesse of Pirithous dyde Crome But they both twayne Lesse honour too theyr conquerour were than Dyctis was or than Was Helops Helops with a dart was striken which though ran His head and eutring at the ryght eare too the left eare went And Dyctis from a slipprye knappe downe slyding as he ment Too shonne Perithöus preaching on fell headlong downe and with His howgenesse brake the greatest Ash that was in all the frith And goard his gutts vppon y â— stump Too wreake his death coÌ„mes Phare And from the mount a mighty rocke with bothe his handes he tare Which as he was about too throwe Duke Theseus did preuent And with an Oken plant vppon his mighty elbowe lent Him such a blowe as that he brake the bones and past no further For leysure would not serue him then his maymed corce too murther He lept on hygh Bianors backe who none was woont too beare Besydes himself Ageinst his sydes his knées fast nipping were And with his left hand taking hold vppon his foretoppe heare He cuft him with his knubbed plant about the frowning face And made his wattled browes too breake And with his Oken mace He ouerthrew Nedimnus and Lycespes with his dart And Hippasus whose beard did hyde his brest the greater part And Riphey tallar than the trées and Therey who was woont Among the hilles of Thessaly for cruell Beares too hunt And beare them angry home alyue It did Demoleon spyght That Theseus had so good successe and fortune in his fyght An old long Pynetrée rooted fast he straue with all his myght Too pluck vp whole bothe trunk roote which when he could not bring Too passe he brake it of and at his emnye did it fling But Theseus by admonishment of heauenly Pallas so He would haue folke beleue it were start backe a great way fro The weapon as it came Yit fell it not without some harme It cut from Crantors left syde bulke his shoulder brest and arme This Crantor was thy fathers Squyre Achilles and was giuen Him by Amyntor ruler of the Dolops who was driuen By battell for too giue him as an hostage for the peace Too bée obserued faythfully When Peleus in the preace A great way of behilld him thus falne dead of this same wound O Crantor déerest man too mée of all aboue the ground Hold héere an obitgift hée sayd and both with force of hart And hand at stout Demoleons head he threw an asshen dart Which brake the watling of his ribbes and sticking in the bone Did shake He pulled out the steale with much a doo alone The head therof stacke still behynd among his lungs and lyghts Enforst too courage with his payne he ryseth streight vprights And pawing at his emny with his horsish séete he smyghts Uppon him Peleus bare his strokes vppon his burganet And fenst his shoulders with his sheeld and euermore did set His weapon vpward with the poynt which by his shoulders perst Through both his brestes at one full blowe Howbéet your father erst Had killed Hyle and Phlegrye and Hiphinöus aloof And Danes who boldly durst at hand his manhod put in proof Too theis was added Dorylas who ware vppon his head A cap of woolues skinne And the hornes of Oxen dyâ—d red With blood were then his weapon I for then my courage gaue Mee strength sayd sée how much thy hornes lesse force than Iron haue And therewithall with manly might a dart at him I dâ—aue Which when he could not shonne he clapt his right hand flat vppon His forehead where the wound should bée For why his hand anon Was nayled too his forehead fast Hee roared out amayne And as he stood amazed and began too faynt for payne Your father Peleus for he stood hard by him strake him vnder The middle belly with his swoord and ript his womb asunder Out girdes mée Dorill streyght and trayles his guttes vppon y e ground And trampling vnderneath his féete did breake them and they wound About his leggs so snarling that he could no further go But fell downe dead with empty womb Nought booted Cyllar tho His beawtye in that frentick fray at leastwyse if wée graunt That any myght in that straunge shape of natures beawtye vaunt His beard began but then too bud his beard was like the gold So also were his yellowe lokes which goodly too behold Midway beneath his shoulders hung There rested in his face A sharpe and liuely cheerfulnesse with swéete and pleasant grace His necke brest shoulders armes and hands as farre as he was man Were such as neuer caruers woork yit stayne them could or can His neather part likewyse which was a horse was euery whit Full equall with his vpper part or little woorse than it For had yee giuen him horses necke and head he was a beast For Castor too haue ridden on So bouâ—ly was his brest So handsome was his backe too beare a saddle and his heare Was blacke as ieate but that his tayle and féete milk whyghtish were Full many Femaâ—es of â—is race did wish him too theyr make But only dame Hylonome for louer he did take Of all the halfbrutes in the woodes there did not any dwell More comly than Hylonome She viâ—e herself so well In dalyance and in louing and in vttring of her loue That shée alone hilid Cyllarus As much as did behoue In suchye limbes shée trimmed them as most the eye might moue With combing smoothe shée made her heare shée wallowed her full oft In Roses and in Rosemarye or Uiolets sweete and soft Sumtyme shée caryed Lillyes
a rod too beat himself He calld and cryed out Uppon his fellowes Streight I came and there I saw the lout Bothe quake and shake for feare of death and looke as pale as clout I set my shéeld betwéene him and his foes and him bestrid And savde the dastards lyfe small prayse redoundes of that I did But if thou wilt contend with mée le ts to the selfe same place Agein bée wounded as thou wart and in the foresayd case Of feare beset about with foes cowch vnderneath my shéeld And then contend thou with mée there amid the open féeld Howbéet I had no sooner rid this champion of his foes But where for woundes he scarce before could totter on his toes He ran away apace as though he nought at all did ayle Anon commes Hector too the féeld and bringeth at his tayle The Goddes Not only thy hart there Vlysses did the fayle But euen the stowtest courages and stomacks gan too quayle So great a terrour brought he in Yit in the midds of all His bloody ruffe I coapt with him and with a foyling fall Did ouerthrowe him too the ground Another tyme when hée Did make a chalendge you my Lordes by lot did choose out mée And I did match him hand too hand Your wisshes were not vayne For if you aske mée what successe our combate did obteine I came away vnvanquished Behold the men of Troy Brought fyre and swoord and all the féendes our nauye too destroy And where was slye Vlysses then with all his talk so smooth This brest of myne was fayne too fence your thousand shippes forsooth The hope of your returning home For sauing that same day So many shippes this armour giue But if that I shall say The truth the greater honour now this armour beares away And our renownes toogither link For as of reason ought An Aiax for this armour not an armour now is sought For Aiax Let Dulychius match with theis the horses whyght Of Rhesus dastard Dolon and the coward carpetknyght King Priams Helen and the stelth of Palladye by nyght Of all theis things was nothing doone by day nor nothing wrought Without the helpe of Diomed. And therefore if yée thought Too giue them too so small deserts deuyde the same and let Sir Diomed haue the greater part But what should Ithacus get And if he had them Who dooth all his matters in the dark Who neuer weareth armour who shootes ay at his owne mark Too trappe his â—o by stelth vnwares The very headpéece may With brightnesse of the glistring gold his priuie feates bewray And shew him lurking Neyther well of force Dulychius were The weyght of great Achilles helme vppon his pate too weare It cannot but a burthen bée and that ryght great too beare With whose same shrimpish armes of his Achilles myghty speare Agen his target grauen with the whole howge world theron Agrées not with a fearefull hand and chéefly such a one As taketh filching euen by kynd Thou Lozell thou doost séeke A gift that will but weaken thée â–ª which if the folk of Gréeke Shall giue thée through theyr ouersyght it will bée vntoo thée Occasion of thyne emnyes spoyld not feared for too bée And flyght wherin thou coward thou all others mayst outbrag Will hindred bée when after thée such masses thou shalt drag Moreouer this thy shéeld that féeles so séeld the force of fyght Is sound But myne is gasht and hakt and stricken thurrough quyght A thousand tymes with bearing blowes And therfore myne must walk And put another in his stead But what néedes all this talk Le ts now bée seene another whyle what eche of vs can doo The thickest of our armed foes this armour throwe intoo And bid vs fetch the same fro thence And which of vs dooth fetch The same away reward yée him therewith Thus farre did stretch The woordes of Aiax At the ende whereof there did ensew A muttring of the souldiers till Laertis sonne the prew Stood vp and raysed soberly his eyliddes from the ground On which he had a little whyle them pitched in a stound And looking on the noblemen who longd his woordes too héere He thus began with comly grace and sober pleasant chéere My Lordes if my desyre and yours myght erst haue taken place It should not at this present tyme haue béene a dowtfull cace What person hath most ryght too this great pryse for which wée stryue Achilles should his armour haue and wee still him alyue Whom sith that cruell destinie too both of vs denyes â—With that same woord as though he wept he wypte his watry eyes What wyght of reason rather ought too bée Achilles heyre Than he through whom too this your camp Achilles did repayre Alonly let it not auayle sir Aiax héere that hée Is such a dolt and grossehead as he shewes himself too bée Ne let my wit which ay hath done you good O Gréekes hurt mée But suffer this mine eloquence such as it is which now Dooth for his mayster speake and oft ere this hath spoke for yow Bée vndisdeynd Let none refuse his owne good gifts he brings For as for stocke and auncetors and other such like things Wherof our selues no fownders are I scarcely dare them graunt Too bée our owne But forasmuch as Aiax makes his vaunt Too bée the fowrth from Ioue euen Ioue the founder is also Of my house and than fowre descents I am from him no mo Laërtes is my father and Arcesius his and hée Begotten was of Iupiter And in this pedegrée Is neyther any damned soule nor outlaw as yée sée Moreouer by my moothers syde I come of Mercuree Another honor too my house Thus both by fathers syde And moothers as you may perceyue I am too Goddes alyde But neyther for bycause I am a better gentleman Than Aiax by the moothers syde nor that my father can Auouch himself vngiltye of his brothers blood doo I This armour clayme wey you the case by merits vprightly Prouyded no prerogatyue of birthryght Aiax beare For that his father Telamon and Peleus brothers were Let only prowesse in this pryse the honour beare away Or if the case on kinrid or on birthryght séeme too stay His father Peleus is aliue and Pyrrhus éeke his sonne What tytle then can Aiax make This géere of ryght should woone Too Phthya or too Scyros I le And Tevvcer is as well Achilles vncle as is hée Yit dooth not Tevvcer mell And if he did should hée obteyne well sith the cace dooth rest On tryall which of vs can proue his dooings too bée best I néedes must say my déedes are mo than well I can expresse Yit will I shew them orderly as néere as I can gesse Foreknowing that her sonne should dye The Lady Thetis hid Achilles in a maydes attyre By which fyne slyght shée did All men deceyue and Aiax too This armour in a packe With other womens tryflyng toyes I caryed on my backe A bayte too treyne a manly hart Appareld
yée sée A fowle â—lfauored syght it is too sée a leauelesse trée A lothely thing it is a horse without a mane too kéepe As fethers doo become the birdes and wooll becommeth shéepe Euen so a beard and bristled skin becommeth also men I haue but one eye which dooth stand amid my frunt what then This one round eye of myne is lyke a myghty target Why Uewes not the Sun all things from heauen Yit but one only eye Hath hee moreouer in your Seas my father beares the sway Him will I make thy fathrinlaw Haue mercy I the pray And harken too myne humble sute For only vntoo thée Yéeld I. Euen I of whom bothe heauen and Ioue despysed bée And éeke the percing thunderbolt doo stand in awe and feare Of thée O Nerye Thyne ill will is gréeuouser too beare Than is the deadly Thunderclappe Yit could I better fynd In hart too suffer this contempt of thyne with pacient mynd If thou didst shonne all other folk as well as mée But why Reiecting Cyclops doost thou loue dwarf Acis why say I Preferst thou Acis vntoo mée well let him liked bée Both of himself and also which I would be lothe of thée And if I catch him he shall féele that in my body is The force that should bée I shall paunch him quicke Those limbes of his I will in péeces teare and strew them in the féeldes and in Thy waters if he doo thée haunt For I doo swelt within And being chaafte the flame dooth burne more féerce too my vnrest Mée thinks mount Aetna with his force is closed in my brest And yit it nothing moueth thée Assoone as he had talkt Thus much in vayne I sawe well all he rose and fuming stalkt Among his woodes and woonted Lawndes as dooth a Bulchin when The Cow is from him tane He could him no where rest as then Anon the féend espyed mee and Acis where wée lay Before wée wist or feared it and crying out gan say I sée yée and confounded myght I bée with endlesse shame But if I make this day the last agréement of your game Theis woordes were spoke with such a réere as verry well became An angry Giant Aetâ—a shooke with lowdnesse of the same I scaard therwith dopt vnderneathe the water and the knyght Simethus turning streyght his backe did giue himself too flyght And cryëd help mée Galate help parents I you pray And in your kingdome mee receyue whoo perrish must streyghtway The roundeyd deuill made pursewt and rending vp a fléece Of Aetna Rocke threw after him of which a little péece Did Acis ouertake and yit as little as is was It ouerwhelmed Acis whole I wretched wyght alas Did that which destnyes would permit Foorthwith I brought too passe That Acis should receyue the force his father had before His scarlet blood did issue from the lump and more and more Within a whyle the rednesse gan too vannish and the hew Resembled at the first a brooke with rayne distroubled new Which wexeth cléere by length of tyme. Anon the lump did clyue And from the hollow cliffe therof hygh réedes sprang vp alyue And at the hollow issue of the stone the bubling water Came trickling out And by and by which is a woondrous matter The stripling with a wreath of réede about his horned head Auaunst his body too the waste Whoo saue he was that stead Much biggar than he erst had béene and altoogither gray Was Acis still and being turnd too water at this day In shape of riuer still he beares his former name away The Lady Galat ceast her talk and streyght the companye brake And Neryes daughters parting thence swam in the gentle lake Dame Scylla home ageine returnd Shée durst not her betake Too open sea and eyther roamd vppon the sandy shore Stark naakt or when for wéerinesse shée could not walk no more Shée then withdrew her out of syght and gate her too a poole And in the water of the same her heated limbes did coole Behold the fortune Glaucus whoo then being late before Transformed in Evvboya I le vppon Anthedon shore Was new becomne a dweller in the sea as he did swim Along the coast was tane in loue at syght of Scylla trim And spake such woordes as he did think myght make her tarry still Yit fled shée still and swift for feare shée gate her too a hill That butted on the Sea ryght stéepe and vpward sharp did shoote A loftye toppe with trées beneathe was hollowe at the foote Héere Scylla stayd and being sauf by strongnesse of the place Not knowing if he monster were or God that did her chace Shée looked backe And woondring at his colour and his heare With which his shoulders and his backe all wholly couered were Shée saw his neather parts were like a fish with tayle wrythde round Who leaning too the néerest Rocke sayd thus with lowd créere sound Fayre mayd I neyther monster am nor cruell sauage beast But of the sea a God whoos 's powre and fauour is not least For neyther Protevv in the sea nor Triton haue more myght Nor yit the sonne of Athamas that now Palaemon hyght Yit once I was a mortall man But you must know that I Was giuen too seawoorkes and in them mée only did apply For sumtyme I did draw the drag in which the fishes were And sumtyme sitting on the clisses I angled heere and there There butteth on a fayre gréene mede a bank wherof tone half Is cloasd with sea the rest is clad with herbes which neuer calf Nor horned Ox nor seely shéepe nor shakheard Goate did féede The busye Bée did neuer there of flowres swéete smelling spéede No gladsum garlonds euer there were gathered for the head No hand those flowers euer yit with hooked sythe did shred I was the first that euer set my foote vppon that plot Now as I dryde my dropping netts and layd abrode my lotte Too tell how many fishes had bychaunce too net béene sent Or through theyr owne too lyght béeléefe on bayted hooke béene hent The matter seemeth like a lye but what auayles too lye Assoone as that my pray had towcht the grasse it by and by Began too moue and flask theyr finnes and swim vppon the drye As in the Sea And as I pawsd and woondred at the syght My â—raught of fishes euerychone too seaward tooke theyr flyght And leaping from the shore forsooke theyr newfound mayster quyght I was amazed at the thing and standing long in dowt I sought the cause if any God had brought this same abowt Or else sum iewce of herb And as I so did musing stand What herb ê™ I hath such a powre and gathering with my hand The grasse I bote it with my toothe My throte had scarcely yit Well swallowed downe the vncouth iewce when like an agew fit I felt myne inwards soodeinly too shake and with the same A loue of other nature in my brest with violence came And long I could it not resist but
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 Lauine but for conquest And for shame Too séeme too shrinke in leauing warre they still prolongd the same At length dame Venus sawe her sonne obteyne the vpper hand King Turnus fell and éeke the towne of Ardea which did stand Ryght strong in hygh estate as long as Turnus liued But Assoone as that Aenaeas swoord too 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 euer knew And béete the ashes féercely vp with flapping of his wing The leanenesse palenesse dolefull sound and euery other thing That may expresse a Citie sakt yea and the Cities name Remayned still vntoo 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 Iuno also whoo with him was most of all at oddes Too cease theyr old displeasure quyght And now he hauing layd Good ground wheron the growing welth of Iuly myght be stayd Was rype for heauen And Venus had great sute already made Too all the Goddes and cléeping Ioue did thus with him perswade Déere father whoo hast neuer béene vncurtuous vntoo mée Now shewe the greatest courtesie I pray thée that may bée And on my sonne Aenaeas whoo a graundchyld vntoo thée Hath got of my blood if thou wilt vouchsafe him awght at all Uouchsafe sum Godhead too bestowe although it bée but small It is ynough that once he hathe alreadye séene the Realme Of Pluto vtter pleasurelesse and passed Styxis streame The Goddes assented neyther did Quéene Iuno then appéere In countnance straunge but did consent with glad and merry chéere Then Ioue Aenaeas woorthy is a saynct in heauen too bée Thy wish for whom thou doost it wish I graunt thée frank and frée This graunt of his made Venus glad Shée thankt him for the same And glyding through the aire vppon her yoked doues shee came Too Lavvrent shore where clad with reede the riuer Numicke déepe Too seaward which is néere at hand with stealing pace dooth créepe Shée bade this riuer wash away what euer mortall were In good Aenaeas bodye and them vnder sea too beare The horned brooke fulfilld her hest and with his water shéere Did purge and clenze Aenaeas from his mortall body cléere The better porcion of him did remayne vntoo him sownd His moother hauing hallowed him did noynt his bodye rownd With heauenly odours and did touch his mouth with Ambrosie The which was mixt with Neâ—ar swéete and made him by and by A God too whom the Romanes giue the name of Indiges Endeuering with theyr temples and theyr altars him too please Ascanius with the dowble name from thence began too reigne In whom the rule of Alba and of Latium did remayne Next him succéeded Siluius whoos 's sonne Latinus hild The auncienâ— name and scepter which his graundsyre erst did wéeld The famous Epâ—t after this Latinus did succéede Then Capys and king Capetus But Capys was indéede The formest of the twoo From this the scepter of the Realme Descended vntoo Tyberine whoo drowning in the streame Of Tyber left that name theretoo This Tyberine begat Féerce 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 whoos 's stayëdnesse did passe his brothers skill The crowne did coÌ„me too Auentine whoo in the selfsame hill In which he reygned buryed lyes and left thertoo his name The rule of nation Palatine at length too Proca came In this Kings reigne Pomona livd There was not too bée found Among the woodnymphes any one in all the Latian ground That was so conning for too keepe an Ortyard as was shée Nor none so paynefull too preserue the frute of euery trée And thervppon shée had her name Shée past not for the woodes Nor riuers but the villages and boughes that bare bothe buddes And plentuous frute In sted of dart a shredding hooke shée bare With which the ouerlusty boughes shée eft away did pare That spreaded out too farre and eft did make therwith a rift Too greffe another imp vppon the stocke within the clift And least her trées should die through drought with water of the springs Shée moystech of theyr sucking roots the little crumpled strings This was her loue and whole delyght And as for Venus déedes Shée had no mynd at all of them And forbycause shée dréedes Enforcement by the countrye folke shée walld her yards about Not suffring any man at all too enter in or out What haue not those same nimble laddes so apt too frisk and daunce The Satyrs doone or what the Pannes that wantonly doo praunce With borned forheads and the old Silenus whoo is ay More youthfull than his yéeres and éeke the féend that scares away The theeues and robbers with his hooke or with his priuy part Too winne her loue 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 sheaues of corne and when he so was dyght He was the verry patterne of a haruest moawer ryght Oft bynding newmade hay about his temples he myght séeme 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 wéerye Oxen. Had he tane in hand agen A shredding hooke yée would haue thought hée had a gardener béene Or proyner of sum vynes Or had you him with ladder séene Uppon his necke a gatherer of frute yée would him déeme With swoord a souldier with his rod an Angler he did séeme And finally in many shapes he sought too fynd accesse Too ioy the beawty but by syght that did his hart oppresse Moreouer putting on his head a womans wimple gay And staying by a staffe graye heares he foorth too syght did lay Uppon his forehead and did feyne a beldame for too bée By meanes whereof he came within her goodly ortyards frée And woondring at the frute sayd Much more skill hast thou I sée 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 haue neuer giuen ywis Then sitting downe vppon a bank he looked vpward at The braunches bent with haruests weyght Ageinst him where he sat A goodly Elme with glistring grapes did growe which after hée Had praysed and the vyne likewyse that ran vppon the trée But if ê™ hée this Elme without the vyne did single stand It should haue nothing sauing leaues too bée desyred and Ageine if that the vyne which ronnes vppon
in which shée hid Aenaeas when shée from the swoord of Diomed did him rid Or Paris when from Menelay shée did him saufe conuey But Ioue her father staying her did thus vntoo hir say Why daughter myne wilt thou alone bée stryuing too preuent Unuanquishable destinie In fayth and if thou went Thy self intoo the house in which the fatall susters thrée Doo dwell thou shouldest there of brasse and stéele substantiall sée The registers of things so strong and massye made too bee That â—auâ— and euerlasting they doo neyther stand in feare Of thunder nor of lyghtning nor of any ruine there The destnyes of thyne ofspring thou shalt there fynd grauen déepe In Adamant I red them and in mynd I doo them kéepe And forbycause thou shalt not beiquyght ignorant of all I will declare what things I markt herafter too befall The man for whom thou makest sute hath liued full his tyme And hauing ronne his race on earth must now too heauen vp clyme Where thou shalt make a God of him ay honord for too bée With temples and with Altars on the earth Moreouer hée That is his heyre and beares his name shall allalone susteyne The burthen layd vppon his backe and shall our help obteyne His fathers murther too reuenge The towne of Mutinye Beséedged by his powre shall yéeld The féelds of Pharsaly Shall féele him and Philippos in the Realme of Macedonne Shall once ageine bée staynd with blood The greate Pompeius sonne Shall vanquisht be by him vppon the sea of Sicilye The Romane Capteynes wyfe the Quéene of Aegypt through her hye Presumption trusting too her match too much shall threate in vayne Too make her Canop ouer our hygh Capitoll too reigne What should I tell thee of the wyld and barbrous nacions that At bothe the Oceans dwelling bée The vniuersall plat Of all the earth inhabited shall all be his The sea Shall vntoo him obedient bée likewyse And when that he Hathe stablisht peace in all the world then shall he set his mynd Too ciuill matters vpryght lawes by iustice for too fynd And by example of himself all others he shall bynd Then hauing care of tyme too comme and of posteritye A holy wyfe shall beare too him a sonne that may supply His carefull charge and beare his name And lastly in the end He shall too heauen among the starres his auncetors ascend But not before his lyfe by length too drooping age doo tend â—nd therfore from the murthred corce of Iulius Caesar take â—is sowle with spéede and of the same a burning cressed make That from our heauenly pallace he may euermore looke downe Uppon our royall Capitoll and Court within Roome towne He scarcely ended had theis woordes but Venus out of hand Amid the Senate house of Roome inuisible did stand And from her Caesars bodye tooke his new expulsed spryght The which shée not permitting too resolue too ayer quyght Did place it in the skye among the starres that glister bryght And as shée bare it shée did féele it gather heauenly myght And for too wexen fyrye Shée no sooner let it flye But that a goodly shyning starre it vp a lost did stye And drew a greate way after it bryght beames like burning heare Whoo looking on his sonnes good déedes confessed that they were Farre greater than his owne and glad he was too sée that hée Excelled him Although his sonne in no wyse would agrée Too haue his déedes preferd beforâ— his fathers yit dooth fame Whoo ay is frée and bound too no commaund withstand the same And stryuing in that one behalf ageinst his hest and will Procéedeth too preferre his déedes before his fathers still Euen so too Agamemnons great renowne giues Atreus place Euen so Achilles déedes the déedes of Peleus doo abace Euen so beyond Aegaeus farre dooth Theseyes prowesse go And that I may examples vse full matching theis euen so Is Saturne lesse in fame than Ioue Ioue rules the heauenly spheres And all the trâ—ple shaped world And our Augustus beares Dominion ouer all the earth They bothe are fathers They Are rulers both Yee Goddes too whom both fyre and swoord gaue way What tyme yée with Aenaeas came from Troy yée Goddes that were Of mortall men canonyzed Thou Quiâ—in whoo didst réere The walles of Roome and Mars whoo wart the valcant Quirins syre And Vesta of the household Goddes of Caesar with thy fyre Most holy and thou Phebus whoo with Vesta also art Of household and thou Iupiter whoo in the hyghest part Of mountayne Tarpey haste thy Church and all yee Goddes that may With conscience sauf by Poëts bée appealed too I pray Let that same day bée slowe too comme and after I am dead In which Augustus whoo as now of all the world is head Quyght giuing vp the care therof ascend too heauen for ay There absent hence to fauour such as vntoo him shall pray Now haue I brought a woork too end which neither Ioues féerce wrath Nor swoord nor fyre nor freating age with all the force it hath Are able too abolish quyght Let comme that fatall howre Which sauing of this brittle flesh hath ouer mée no powre And at his pleasure make an end of myne vncerteyne tyme. Yit shall the better part of mée assured bée too clyme Aloft aboue the starry skye And all the world shall neuer Be able for too quench my name For looke how farre so euer The Romane Empyre by the ryght of conquest shall extend So farre shall all folke reade this woork And tyme without all end If Poets as by prophesie about the truth may ame My lyfe shall euerlastingly bée lengthened still by fame Finis Libri decimi quinti. Laus honor soli Deo ⧠IMPRINTED AT LONdon by Willyam Seres dwelling at the west end of Paules church at the signe of the Hedgehogge Out of the first booke Out of the second Out of the iij. Out of the iiij Out of the v. Out of the vj. Out of the vij Out of the viij Out of the ix Out of the x. Out of the xj Out of the xij Out of the xiij Out of the xiiij Out of the xv * Lydia * A Ware wolfe * Castor 〈◊〉 * Plexippus Toxeus * Eurytus Câ—eatus * Admetus * Enesimus Alcâ—n Dexippus †Laâ—rtes * Mopsus †Amphiaraus Mopsus Castor Pollux * Olyss * Philoctetâ— * 〈◊〉 The house of sleepe * The kings fisher * Pirithoâ—s * Now called Tyber The Elk. * It may be interpreted Applebee * Turner * Hercules * Horsesâ—aine * Twyce man