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A08649	The. xv. bookes of P. Ouidius Naso, entytuled Metamorphosis, translated oute of Latin into English meeter, by Arthur Golding Gentleman, a worke very pleasaunt and delectable. 1567.; Metamorphoses. English	Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Golding, Arthur, 1536-1606.	1567 (1567)	STC 18956; ESTC S110249	342,090	434

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 Wh●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 ▪ 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 yea●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 wary●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

had I hand nor breast that naked more did reast ▪ I ran but of my féete as erst remained not the print Me thought I glided on the ground Anon with sodaine dint I rose and houered in the Ayre And from that instant time Did wait on Pallas faithfully without offence or crime But what auailes all this to me and if that in my place The wicked wretch Nyctyminee who late for lacke of grace Was turned to an odious birde to honor called bée I pray thée didst thou neuer heare how false Nyctyminee A thing all ouer Lesbos knowne defilde hir fathers couch The beast is now become a birde whose lewdnesse doth so touch And pricke hir guiltie conscience that she dares not come in sight Nor shewe hirselfe abrode a dayes but fléeteth in the night For shame least folke should sée hir fault and euery other birde Doth in the Ayre and Iuie toddes with wondring at hir girde A mischiefe take thy tatling tongue the Rauen answerde tho Thy vaine forspeaking moues me not And so he forth did go And tels his Lorde Apollo how he saw Coronis lie Wyth Isthyis a Gentleman that dwelt in Thessalie When Phebus heard his louers fault he fiersly gan to frowne And cast his garlond from his head and threw his viall downe His colour chaungde his face lookt pale and as the rage of yre That boyled in his belking breast had set his heart on fyre He caught me vp his wonted tooles and bent his golden bow And by and by with deadly stripe of vnauoyded blow Strake through the breast the which his owne had toucht so oft afore She wounded gaue a piteous shrike and drawing from the sore The deadly Dart the which the bloud pursuing after fast Upon hir white and tender limmes a scarlet colour cast Saide Phebus well thou might haue wreakt this trespasse on my head And yet forborne me till the time I had bene brought a bed Now in one body by thy meanes a couple shall be dead Thus muche she saide and with the bloud hir life did fade away The bodie being voyde of soule became as colde as clay Than all too late alas too late gan Phebus to repent That of his louer he had tane so cruell punishment He blames himselfe for giuing eare so vnaduisedly He blames himselfe in that he tooke it so outragiously He hates and bannes his faithfull birde bicause he did enforme Him of his louers naughtinesse that made him so to storme He hates his bow he hates his shaft that rashly from it went And eke he hates his hasty hands by whom the bow was bent He takes hir vp betwéene his armes endeuoring all too late By plaister made of precious herbes to stay hir helplesse fate But when he saw there was no shift but that she néedes must burne And that the solemne sacred fire was prest to serue the turne Then from the bottome of his heart full sorie sighes he fet For heauenly powres with watrie teares their chéekes may neuer wet In case as when a Cow beholdes the cruell butcher stand With launcing Axe embrewd with bloud and lifting vp his hand Aloft to snatch hir sucking Calfe that hangeth by the héeles And of the Axe the deadly dint vpon his forehead féeles Howbeit after swéete perfumes bestowde vpon hir corse And much embracing hauing sore bewailde hir wrong diuorse He followed to the place assignde hir bodie for to burne There coulde he not abide to sée his séede to ashes turne But tooke the baby from hir wombe and from the firie flame And vnto double Chyrons den conueyed straight the same The Rauen hoping for his truth to be rewarded well He maketh blacke forbidding him with whiter birdes to dwell The Cent●ure Chyron in the while was glad of Phebus boy And as the burthen brought some care the honor brought him ioy Upon a time with golden lockes about hir shoulders spred A daughter of the Centaurs whome a certaine Nymph had bred About the brooke Caycus bankes that hight Ocyroe Came thither This same fayre yong Nymph could not contented be To learne the craft of Surgerie as perfect as hir Sire But that to learne the secret doomes of Fate she must aspire And therfore when the furious rage of frenzie had hir cought And that the spright of Prophecie enflamed had hir thought She lookt vpon the childe and saide swéete babe the Gods thée make A man for all the world shall fare the better for thy sake All sores and sicknesse shalt thou cure thy powre shall eke be syche To make the dead aliue again For doing of the whiche Against the pleasure of the Gods thy Graundsire shall thée strike So with his fire that neuer more thou shalt performe the like And of a God a bludlesse corse and of a corse full straunge Thou shalt become a God againe and twice thy nature chaunge And thou my father liefe and deare who now by destinie Art borne to liue for euermore and neuer for to die Shalt suffer such outragious paine throughout thy members all By wounding of a venimde dart that on thy foote shall fall That oft thou shalt desire to die and in the latter end The fatall dames shall breake thy thréede and thy desire thée send There was yet more behinde to tell when sodenly she fet A sore déepe sigh and downe hir chéekes the teares did trickle wet Mine owne misfortune quoth she now hath ouertake me sure I cannot vtter any more for words waxe out of vre My cunning was not worth so much as that it should procure The wrath of God I feele by proufe far better had it bene If that the chaunce of things to come I neuer had foreséene For now my natiue shape withdrawes Me thinkes I haue delight To féede on grasse and fling in fieldes I féele my selfe so light I am transformed to a Mare like other of my kinne But wherfore should this brutish shape all ouer wholy winne Considering that although both horse and man my father bée Yet is his better part a man as plainly is to sée The latter ende of this complaint was fumbled in such wise As what she meant the standers by could scarcely well deuise Anon she neyther semde to speake nor fully for to ney But like to one that counterfeites in sport the Mare to play Within a while she neyed plaine and downe hir armes were pight Upon the ground all clad with haire and bare hir bodie tight Hir fingers ioyned all in one at ende whereof did grow In stede of nayles a round tough hoofe of welked horne bylow Hir head and necke shot forth in length hir kirtle trayne became A faire long taile Hir flaring haire was made a hanging Mane And as hir natiue shape and doyce most monstrously did passe So by the vncoth name of Mare she after termed was The Centaure Chyron wept hereat and piteously dismaide Did call on thée although in vaine thou Delphian God for ayde For neyther lay it in thy