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THE .XII. BOOKE OF Ouids Metamorphosis.
King
Priam beeing ignorant that Aesacus his sonne
Did liue in shape of bird, did moorne: and at a tumb wheron
His name was written, Hector and his brother solemly
Did keepe an Obit. Paris was not at this obsequye.
Within a whyle with rauisht wyfe he brought a lasting warre
Home vnto Troy. There followed him a thowsand shippes not farre
Conspyrd toogither, with the ayde that all the Greekes could fynd:
And vengeance had beene tane foorthwith but that the cruell wynd
Did make the seas vnsaylable, so that theyr shippes were fayne
At rode at fisshye Avvlys in Bæotia too remayne.
Heere 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 creepe vp vppon a planetree bye
Uppon the toppe whereof there was among the braunches hye
A nest, and in the nest eyght birdes, All which and eeke 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 meening was in that,
Sayd. wee shall win. Reioyce yee Greekes by vs shall perish Troy
But long the tyme will bee before wee may our will enioy.
And then he told them how the birds nyne yeeres did signifie
Which they before the towne of Troy not taking it should lye:
The Serpent as he wound about the boughes and braunches greene,
Became a stone, and still in stone his snakish shape is seene.
Did liue in shape of bird, did moorne: and at a tumb wheron
His name was written, Hector and his brother solemly
Did keepe an Obit. Paris was not at this obsequye.
Within a whyle with rauisht wyfe he brought a lasting warre
Home vnto Troy. There followed him a thowsand shippes not farre
Conspyrd toogither, with the ayde that all the Greekes could fynd:
And vengeance had beene tane foorthwith but that the cruell wynd
Did make the seas vnsaylable, so that theyr shippes were fayne
At rode at fisshye Avvlys in Bæotia too remayne.
Heere 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 creepe vp vppon a planetree bye
Uppon the toppe whereof there was among the braunches hye
A nest, and in the nest eyght birdes, All which and eeke 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 meening was in that,
Sayd. wee shall win. Reioyce yee Greekes by vs shall perish Troy
But long the tyme will bee before wee may our will enioy.
And then he told them how the birds nyne yeeres did signifie
Which they before the towne of Troy not taking it should lye:
The Serpent as he wound about the boughes and braunches greene,
Became a stone, and still in stone his snakish shape is seene.
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 bee with virgins blood for wrath conceyued iust.
Assoone as pitie yeelded 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 weeping ministers, too giue her maydens blood:
The Goddesse taking pitie, cast a mist before theyr eyes,
And as they prayd and stied about too make the sacrifyse,
Conueyes her quight away, and with a Hynd her roome supplyes
Thus with a slaughter meete for her Diana beeing 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.
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 bee with virgins blood for wrath conceyued iust.
Assoone as pitie yeelded 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 weeping ministers, too giue her maydens blood:
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And as they prayd and stied about too make the sacrifyse,
Conueyes her quight away, and with a Hynd her roome supplyes
Thus with a slaughter meete for her Diana beeing 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 tweene heauen, and earth, and sea, there is a place,
Set from the bounds of eche of them indifferently in space,
From whence is seene what euer thing is practisd any where,
Although the Realme bee nere so farre, and roundly too the eare
Commes whatsoeuer spoken is. 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 framed 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 beeing 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 eare
That heard not of them erst, and sum Colcaryers 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.
Set from the bounds of eche of them indifferently in space,
From whence is seene what euer thing is practisd any where,
Although the Realme bee nere so farre, and roundly too the eare
Commes whatsoeuer spoken is. 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 framed 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 beeing 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 eare
That heard not of them erst, and sum Colcaryers 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 Greekes 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 keepe the coast and bid them bace before they came a land.
Protesilay by fatall doome was first that dyde in feeld
Of Hectors speare: and after him great numbers mo were killd
Of valeant men. That battell did the Greeks full deerly 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 slea whole bandes of men that day.
And seeking Cygnet through the feeld or Hector, he did stray.
At last with Cygnet he did meete. 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 bee too thee that such a valeant knyght
As is Achilles killeth thee. 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 (quoth Cygnet) for by fame we doo the knowe)
Why woondrest at mee for too see I can not wounded bee?
(Achilles woondred much thereat.) This helmet which yee see
Bedect with horses yellow manes, this sheeld that I doo beare,
Defend mee 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 bee of Neryes race,
So that a man be borne of him that with threeforked 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 steele 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 beeing hit ageine, vnwounded did remayne,
And cleere from any print of wound. The third went eeke in vayne.
And yit did 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 there
Are hanged vp too make him feerce, 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 byleeke is weakened then (quoth hee).
And all the force it had before is spent on one I see.
For sure I am it was of strength, both when I first downe threw
Lyrnessus walles, and when I did Ile Tenedos subdew,
And eeke Axëtions Thebe with her proper blood embrew.
And when so many of the folke of Tevvthranie I slew,
That with theyr blood Caycus streame became of purple hew.
And when the noble Telephus did of my Dart of steele
The dowble force, of wounding and of healing also feele.
Yea euen the heapes of men slayne heere by mee, that on this strond
Are lying still too looke vppon, doo giue too vnderstond
That this same hand of myne both had and still hath strength. This sed,
(As though he had distrusted all his dooings ere that sted,)
He threw a Dart ageinst a man of Lycia land that hyght
Menetes, through whose Curets and his brest he strake him quyght.
And when he saw with dying limbes him sprawling on the ground,
He stepped too him streyght, and pulld the Iaueling from the wound,
And sayd alowd: This is the hand, this is the self same dart
With which my hand did strike euen now Menetes too the hart.
Ageinst my toother Copemate will I vse the same: I pray
Too God it may haue like successe. This sed, without delay
He sent it toward Cygnet, and the weapon did not stray,
Nor was not shunned. Insomuch it lighted full vppon
His shoulder: and it gaue a rappe as if vppon sum ston
It lyghted had, rebownding backe. Howbeeit where it hit,
Achilles sawe it bloodye, and was vaynly glad of it.
For why there was no wound. It was Menetes blood. Then lept
He hastly from his Charyot downe, and like a madman stept
Too carelesse Cygnet with his swoord. He sawe his swoord did pare
His Target and his morion bothe. But when it toucht the bare,
His bodye was so hard, it did the edge thereof abate.
He could no lengar suffer him too tryumph in that rate,
But with the pommell of his swoord did thump him on the pate,
And bobd him well about the brewes a doozen tymes and more,
And preacing on him as he still gaue backe amaazd him sore,
And troubled him with buffetting, not respetting a whit.
Then Cygnet gan too bee afrayd, and mistes beegan too flit
Before his eyes, and dimd his syght. And as he still did yeeld,
In giuing back, by chaunce he met a stone amid the feeld,
Ageinst the which Achilles thrust him back with all his myght,
And throwing him ageinst the ground, did cast him bolt vpryght.
Then bearing bostowsely with both his knees ageinst his chest,
And leaning with his elbowes and his target on his brest,
He shet his headpeece cloce and iust, and vnderneathe his chin
So hard it straynd, that way for breath was neyther out nor in,
And closed vp the vent of lyfe. And hauing gotten so
The vpper hand, he went about too spoyle his vanquisht fo.
But nought he in his armour found. For Neptune had as tho
Transformd him too the fowle whose name he bare but late ago.
This labour, this encounter brought the rest of many dayes,
And eyther partye in theyr strength a whyle from battell stayes.
And shippes approched, that vnwares they could not take them then.
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Too keepe the coast and bid them bace before they came a land.
Protesilay by fatall doome was first that dyde in feeld
Of Hectors speare: and after him great numbers mo were killd
Of valeant men. That battell did the Greeks full deerly 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 slea whole bandes of men that day.
And seeking Cygnet through the feeld or Hector, he did stray.
At last with Cygnet he did meete. 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 bee too thee that such a valeant knyght
As is Achilles killeth thee. 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 (quoth Cygnet) for by fame we doo the knowe)
Why woondrest at mee for too see I can not wounded bee?
(Achilles woondred much thereat.) This helmet which yee see
Bedect with horses yellow manes, this sheeld that I doo beare,
Defend mee 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 bee of Neryes race,
So that a man be borne of him that with threeforked 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 steele 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 beeing hit ageine, vnwounded did remayne,
And cleere from any print of wound. The third went eeke in vayne.
And yit did Cygnet too the same giue full his naked brist.
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With dreadfull hornes dooth push ageinst the scarlet clothes that there
Are hanged vp too make him feerce, 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 byleeke is weakened then (quoth hee).
And all the force it had before is spent on one I see.
For sure I am it was of strength, both when I first downe threw
Lyrnessus walles, and when I did Ile Tenedos subdew,
And eeke Axëtions Thebe with her proper blood embrew.
And when so many of the folke of Tevvthranie I slew,
That with theyr blood Caycus streame became of purple hew.
And when the noble Telephus did of my Dart of steele
The dowble force, of wounding and of healing also feele.
Yea euen the heapes of men slayne heere by mee, that on this strond
Are lying still too looke vppon, doo giue too vnderstond
That this same hand of myne both had and still hath strength. This sed,
(As though he had distrusted all his dooings ere that sted,)
He threw a Dart ageinst a man of Lycia land that hyght
Menetes, through whose Curets and his brest he strake him quyght.
And when he saw with dying limbes him sprawling on the ground,
He stepped too him streyght, and pulld the Iaueling from the wound,
And sayd alowd: This is the hand, this is the self same dart
With which my hand did strike euen now Menetes too the hart.
Ageinst my toother Copemate will I vse the same: I pray
Too God it may haue like successe. This sed, without delay
He sent it toward Cygnet, and the weapon did not stray,
Nor was not shunned. Insomuch it lighted full vppon
His shoulder: and it gaue a rappe as if vppon sum ston
It lyghted had, rebownding backe. Howbeeit where it hit,
Achilles sawe it bloodye, and was vaynly glad of it.
For why there was no wound. It was Menetes blood. Then lept
He hastly from his Charyot downe, and like a madman stept
Too carelesse Cygnet with his swoord. He sawe his swoord did pare
His Target and his morion bothe. But when it toucht the bare,
His bodye was so hard, it did the edge thereof abate.
He could no lengar suffer him too tryumph in that rate,
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And bobd him well about the brewes a doozen tymes and more,
And preacing on him as he still gaue backe amaazd him sore,
And troubled him with buffetting, not respetting a whit.
Then Cygnet gan too bee afrayd, and mistes beegan too flit
Before his eyes, and dimd his syght. And as he still did yeeld,
In giuing back, by chaunce he met a stone amid the feeld,
Ageinst the which Achilles thrust him back with all his myght,
And throwing him ageinst the ground, did cast him bolt vpryght.
Then bearing bostowsely with both his knees ageinst his chest,
And leaning with his elbowes and his target on his brest,
He shet his headpeece cloce and iust, and vnderneathe his chin
So hard it straynd, that way for breath was neyther out nor in,
And closed vp the vent of lyfe. And hauing gotten so
The vpper hand, he went about too spoyle his vanquisht fo.
But nought he in his armour found. For Neptune had as tho
Transformd him too the fowle whose name he bare but late ago.
This labour, this encounter brought the rest of many dayes,
And eyther partye in theyr strength a whyle from battell stayes.
Now whyle the Phrygians watch & ward vppon the walles of Troy,
And Greekes likewyse within theyr trench, there came a day of ioy,
In which Achilles for his luck in Cygnets ouerthrow,
A Cow in way of sacrifyse on Pallas did bestowe.
Whose inwards when he had vppon the burning altar cast
And that the acceptable fume had through the ayer past
Too Godward, and the holy rytes had had theyr dewes, the rest
Was set on boords for men too eate in disshes fynely drest.
The princes sitting downe, did feede vppon the rosted flesh,
And both theyr thirst and present cares with wyne they did refresh.
Not Harpes, nor songs, nor hollowe flutes too heere did them delyght.
They talked till they nye had spent the greatest part of nyght.
And all theyr communication was of feates of armes in fyght
That had beene doone by them or by theyr foes. And euery wyght
Delyghts too vppen oftentymes by turne as came about
The perills and the narrow brunts himself had shifted out.
For what thing should bee talkt beefore Achilles rather? Or
What kynd of things than such as theis could seeme more meeter for
Achilles too bee talking of? But in theyr talk most breeme
Was then Achilles victory of Cygnet. It did seeme
A woonder that the flesh of him should bee so hard and tough
As that no weapon myght haue powre too raze or perce it through,
But that it did abate the edge of steele: It was a thing
That both Achilles and the Greekes in woondrous maze did bring.
Then Nestor sayd: This Cygnet is the person now alone
Of your tyme that defyed steele, and could bee perst of none.
But I haue seene now long ago one Cene of Perrhebye,
I sawe one Cene of Perrhebye a thousand woundes defye
With vnatteynted bodye. In mount Othris he did dwell:
And was renowmed for his deedes: (and which in him ryght well
A greater woonder did appeere) he was a woman borne.
This vncouth made them all much more amazed than beforne,
And euery man desyred him to tell it. And among
The rest, Achilles sayd. Declare I pray thee (for wee long
Too heare it euery one of vs) O eloquent old man
The wisedome of our age: what was that Cene and how he wan
Another than his natiue shape, and in what rode, or in
What fyght or skirmish, tweene you first acquaintance did beegin,
And who in fyne did vanquish him if any vanquisht him.
And Greekes likewyse within theyr trench, there came a day of ioy,
In which Achilles for his luck in Cygnets ouerthrow,
A Cow in way of sacrifyse on Pallas did bestowe.
Whose inwards when he had vppon the burning altar cast
And that the acceptable fume had through the ayer past
Too Godward, and the holy rytes had had theyr dewes, the rest
Was set on boords for men too eate in disshes fynely drest.
The princes sitting downe, did feede vppon the rosted flesh,
And both theyr thirst and present cares with wyne they did refresh.
Not Harpes, nor songs, nor hollowe flutes too heere did them delyght.
They talked till they nye had spent the greatest part of nyght.
And all theyr communication was of feates of armes in fyght
That had beene doone by them or by theyr foes. And euery wyght
Delyghts too vppen oftentymes by turne as came about
The perills and the narrow brunts himself had shifted out.
For what thing should bee talkt beefore Achilles rather? Or
What kynd of things than such as theis could seeme more meeter for
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Was then Achilles victory of Cygnet. It did seeme
A woonder that the flesh of him should bee so hard and tough
As that no weapon myght haue powre too raze or perce it through,
But that it did abate the edge of steele: It was a thing
That both Achilles and the Greekes in woondrous maze did bring.
Then Nestor sayd: This Cygnet is the person now alone
Of your tyme that defyed steele, and could bee perst of none.
But I haue seene now long ago one Cene of Perrhebye,
I sawe one Cene of Perrhebye a thousand woundes defye
With vnatteynted bodye. In mount Othris he did dwell:
And was renowmed for his deedes: (and which in him ryght well
A greater woonder did appeere) he was a woman borne.
This vncouth made them all much more amazed than beforne,
And euery man desyred him to tell it. And among
The rest, Achilles sayd. Declare I pray thee (for wee long
Too heare it euery one of vs) O eloquent old man
The wisedome of our age: what was that Cene and how he wan
Another than his natiue shape, and in what rode, or in
What fyght or skirmish, tweene you first acquaintance did beegin,
And who in fyne did vanquish him if any vanquisht him.
Then Nestor. Though ye length of tyme haue made my senses dim,
And dyuers things erst seene in youth now out of myne be gone:
Yit beare I still mo things in mynd: and of them all is none
Among so many both of peace and warre, that yit dooth take
More stedfast roote in memorye. And if that tyme may make
A man great store of things through long continuance for too see,
Two hundred yeeres already of my lyfe full passed bee,
And now I go vppon the third. This foresayd Ceny was
The daughter of one Elatey. In beawty shee did passe
The maydens all of Thessaly. From all the Cities bye
And from thy Cities also O Achilles came (for why
Shee was thy countrywoman) store of wooers who in vayne
In hope too win her loue did take great trauell sute and payne.
Thy father also had perchaunce attempted heere too matcht
But that thy moothers maryage was alreadye then dispatcht,
Or shee at least affyanced. But Ceny matcht with none,
Howbeeit as shee on the shore was walking all alone,
The God of sea did rauish her. (so fame dooth make report)
And Neptune for the great delight he had in Venus sport,
Sayd: Ceny, aske mee what thou wilt, and I will giue it thee.
(This also bruted is by fame.) The wrong heere doone too mee
(quoth Ceny makes mee wish great things. And therfore too thentent
I may no more constreyned bee too such a thing, consent
I may no more a woman bee. And if thou graunt theretoo,
It is euen all that I desyre, or wish thee for too doo.
In bacer tune theis latter woordes were vttred, and her voyce
Did seeme a mannes voyce as it was in deede. For too her choyce
The God of sea had giuen consent. He graunted him besyde
That free from wounding and from hurt he should from thence abyde,
And that he should not dye of steele. Right glad of this same graunt
Away went Ceny, and the feeldes of Thessaly did haunt,
And in the feates of Cheualrye from that tyme spent his lyfe.
And dyuers things erst seene in youth now out of myne be gone:
Yit beare I still mo things in mynd: and of them all is none
Among so many both of peace and warre, that yit dooth take
More stedfast roote in memorye. And if that tyme may make
A man great store of things through long continuance for too see,
Two hundred yeeres already of my lyfe full passed bee,
And now I go vppon the third. This foresayd Ceny was
The daughter of one Elatey. In beawty shee did passe
The maydens all of Thessaly. From all the Cities bye
And from thy Cities also O Achilles came (for why
Shee was thy countrywoman) store of wooers who in vayne
In hope too win her loue did take great trauell sute and payne.
Thy father also had perchaunce attempted heere too matcht
But that thy moothers maryage was alreadye then dispatcht,
Or shee at least affyanced. But Ceny matcht with none,
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The God of sea did rauish her. (so fame dooth make report)
And Neptune for the great delight he had in Venus sport,
Sayd: Ceny, aske mee what thou wilt, and I will giue it thee.
(This also bruted is by fame.) The wrong heere doone too mee
(quoth Ceny makes mee wish great things. And therfore too thentent
I may no more constreyned bee too such a thing, consent
I may no more a woman bee. And if thou graunt theretoo,
It is euen all that I desyre, or wish thee for too doo.
In bacer tune theis latter woordes were vttred, and her voyce
Did seeme a mannes voyce as it was in deede. For too her choyce
The God of sea had giuen consent. He graunted him besyde
That free from wounding and from hurt he should from thence abyde,
And that he should not dye of steele. Right glad of this same graunt
Away went Ceny, and the feeldes of Thessaly did haunt,
And in the feates of Cheualrye from that tyme spent his lyfe.
The ouer bold
Ixions sonne had taken too his wyfe
Hippodame. And keuering boordes in bowres of boughes of trees
His Clowdbred brothers one by one he placed in degrees.
There were the Lordes of Thessaly. I also was among
The rest, a cheerefull noyse of feast through all the Pallace roong.
Sum made the altars smoke, and sum the brydale carrolls soong.
Anon commes in the mayden bryde a goodly wench of face,
With wyues and maydens following her with comly gate and grace.
Wee sayd that sir Pirithous was happy in his wyfe:
Which handsell had deceyued vs wellneere through soodeine stryfe.
For of the cruell Centavvres thou most cruell Evvryt, tho
Like as thy stomacke was with wyne farre ouer charged: so
Assoone as thou behilldst the bryde, thy hart began too frayne,
And doubled. with thy droonkennesse thy raging lust did reigne.
The feast was troubled by and by with tables ouerthrowen.
The bryde was hayled by the head, so farre was furye growen.
Feerce Evvryt caught Hippodame, and euery of the rest
Caught such as commed next to hand, or such as likte him best.
It was the liuely image of a Citie tane by foes.
The house did ring of womens shreekes. wee all vp quickly rose.
And first sayd Theseus thus. What aylst? art mad O Evvrytus?
That darest (seeing mee aliue) misvse Pirithous?
Not knowing that in one thou doost abvse vs bothe? And least
He myght haue seemd too speake in vayne, he thrustway such as preast
About the bryde, and tooke her from them freating sore thereat.
No answere made him Evvrytus: (for such a deede as that
Defended could not bee with woordes) but with his sawcye fist
He flew at gentle Theseus face, and bobd him on the brist.
By chaunce hard by, an auncient cuppe of image woork did stand.
Which being howge himself more howge sir Theseus tooke in hand,
And threwt at Evvryts head. He spewd as well at mouth as wound
Mixt cloddes of blood, and brayne and wyne, and on the soyled ground
Lay sprawling bolt vpryght. The death of him did set the rest
His dowblelimbed brothers so on fyre, that all the quest
With one voyce cryed out kill kill. The wyne had giuen them hart.
Theyr first encounter was with cuppes & Cannes throwen ouerthwart,
And brittle tankerds, and with boawles, pannes, dishes, potts, & trayes,
Things seruing late for meate and drinke, and then for bluddy frayes.
First Amycus Ophions sonne with out remorse began
Too reeue and rob the brydehouse of his furniture. He ran
And pulled downe a Lampbeame full of lyghtes, and lifting it
Aloft like one that with an Ax dooth fetch his blowe too slit
An Oxis necke in sacrifyse, He on the forehead hit
A Lapith named Celadon, and crusshed so his bones
That none could know him by the face: both eyes flew out at ones.
His nose was beaten backe and too his pallat battred flat.
One Pelates a Macedone exceeding wroth therat,
Pulld out a maple tressles foote, and napt him in the necks,
That bobbing with his chin ageinst his brest too ground he becks.
And as he spitted out his teeth with blackish blood, he lent
Another blowe too Amycus which streyght too hell him sent.
Gryne standing by and lowring with a fell grim visage at
The smoking Altars, sayd: why vse we not theis same? with that
He caught a myghty altar vp with burning fyre thereon,
And it among the thickest of the Lapithes threw anon.
And twoo he ouer whelmd therewith calld Brote and Orion.
This Orions moother Mycale is knowne of certeintye
The Moone resisting too haue drawne by witchcraft from the skye.
Full dearely shalt thou by it (quoth Exadius) may I get
A weapon: and with that in stead of weapon, he did set
His hand vppon a vowd harts horne that on a Pynetree hye
Was nayld, and with twoo tynes therof he strake out eyther eye
Of Gryne: whereof sum stacke vppon the horne, and sum did flye
Uppon his beard, and there with blood like ielly mixt did lye.
A flaming fyrebrand from amids an Altar Rhætus snatcht.
With which vppon the leftsyde of his head Charaxus latcht
A blow that crackt his skull. The blaze among his yellow heare
Ran sindging vp, as if dry corne with lightning blasted were.
And in his wound the seared blood did make a greeuous sound,
As when a peece of steele red whot tane vp with tongs is drownd
In water by the smith, it spirts and hisseth in the trowgh.
Charaxus from his curled heare did shake the fyre. and thowgh
He wounded were, yit caught he vp vppon his shoulders twayne
A stone the Iawme of eyther doore that well would loade a wayne.
The masse therof was such as that it would not let him hit
His fo. It lighted short: and with the falling downe of it
A mate of his that Comet hyght, it all in peeces smit.
Then Rhæte restreyning not his ioy, sayd thus: I would the rowt
Of all thy mates myght in the selfsame maner proue them stowt.
And with his halfeburnt brond the wound he searched new agayne,
Not ceasing for to lay on loade vppon his pate amayne,
Untill his head was crusht, and of his scalp the bones did swim
Among his braynes. In iolly ruffe he passed streyght from him
Too Coryt, and Euagrus, and too Dryant on a rowe.
Of whom when Coryt (on whose cheekes yoong mossy downe gan grow)
Was slayne, what prayse or honour (quoth Euagrus) hast thou got
By killing of a boy? mo woordes him Rhetus suffred not
Too speake, but in his open mouth did thrust his burning brand,
And downe his throteboll too his chest. Then whisking in his hand
His fyrebrand round about his head he feercely did assayle
The valyant Dryant. but with him he could not so preuayle.
For as he triumpht in his lucke, proceeding for too make
Continuall slaughter of his foes, sir Dryant with a stake
(Whose poynt was hardned in the fyre) did cast at him a foyne
And thrust him through the place in which the neck and shoulders ioyne.
He groand and from his cannell bone could scarcely pull the stake.
And beeing foyled with his blood too flyght he did him take.
Arnæus also ran away, and Lycidas likewyse.
And Medon (whose ryght shoulderplate was also wounded) flyes.
So did Pisenor, so did Cavvne, and so did Mermeros
Who late outronning euery man, now wounded slower goes:
And so did Phole, and Menelas, and Abas who was woont
Too make a spoyle among wylde Boares as oft as he did hunt:
And eeke the wyzarde Astylos who counselled his mates
Too leaue that fray: but he too them in vayne of leauing prates.
He eeke too Nessus (who for feare of wounding seemed shye)
Sayd, fly 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 betweene the eyes,
Wheras the noze and forehead meete. For all this deane, yit lyes
Aphipnas snorting fast a sleepe 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 tree 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 through ran
His head, and entring at the ryght eare too the left eare went.
And Dyctis from a slipprye knappe downe slyding, as he ment
Too shonne Perithöus preacing on, fell headlong downe, and with
His howgenesse brake the greatest Ash that was in all the frith,
And goard his gutts vppon ye stump. Too wreake his death cōmes 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 knees 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 trees, 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 Pynetree 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 bee obserued faythfully. When Peleus in the preace
A great way of behilld him thus falne dead of this same wound,
O Crantor deerest man too mee of all aboue the ground,
Hold heere an obitgift hee 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 feete, 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. Howbeet 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 dyed red
With blood were then his weapon. I (for then my courage gaue
Mee strength sayd: see how much thy hornes lesse force than Iron haue.
And therewithall with manly might a dart at him I draue.
Which when he could not shonne, he clapt his right hand flat vppon
His forehead where the wound should bee. 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 mee Dorill streyght, and trayles his guttes vppon ye ground
And trampling vnderneath his feete 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 least wyse if wee 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 sweete 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 bourly was his brest:
So handsome was his backe too beare a saddle; and his heare
Was blacke as ieate, but that his tayle and feete milk whyghtish were.
Full many Females of his 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 vsde herself so well
In dalyance, and in louing, and in vttring of her loue,
That shee alone hilld Cyllarus. As much as did behoue
In suchye limbes, shee trimmed them as most the eye might moue.
With combing, smoothe shee made her heare: shee wallowed her full oft
In Roses and in Rosemarye, or Uiolets sweete and soft:
Sumtyme shee caryed Lillyes whyght: and twyce a day shee washt
Her visage in the spring that from the toppe of Pagase past:
And in the streame shee twyce a day did bath her limbes: and on
Her leftsyde or her shoulders came the comlyest things, And none
But fynest skinnes of choycest beasts. Alike eche loued other:
Toogither they among the hilles roamd vp and downe: toogither
They went too couert: and that tyme toogither they did enter
The Lapithes house, and there the fray toogither did aduenter.
A dart on Cyllars left syde came, (I know not who it sent)
Which sumwhat vnderneathe his necke his brest a sunder splent.
As lyghtly as his hart was raazd, no sooner was the dart
Pluckt out, but all his bodye wext stark cold and dyed swart.
Immediatly Hylonome his dying limbes vp stayd,
And put her hand vppon the wound too stoppe the blood, and layd
Her mouth too his, and labored sore too stay his passing spryght.
But when shee sawe him throughly dead, then speaking woordes which might
Not too my hearing come for noyse, shee stikt herself vppon
The weapon that had gored him, and dyde with him anon
Embracing him beetweene her armes. There also stood before
Myne eyes the grim Pheöcomes both man and horse who wore
A Lyons skinne vppon his backe fast knit with knotts afore.
He snatching vp a timber log (which scarcely twoo good teeme
Of Oxen could haue stird) did throwe the same with force extreeme
At Phonolenyes sonne. The logge him all in fitters strake,
And of his head the braynepan in a thousand peeces brake,
That at his mouth, his eares, and eyes, and at his nosethrills too,
His crusshed brayne came roping out as creame is woont too doo
From siues or riddles made of wood, or as a Cullace out
From streyner or from Colender. But as he went about
Too strippe him from his harnesse as he lay vppon the ground,
(Your father knoweth this full well) my sword his gutts did wound,
Teleboas and Cthonius bothe, were also slaine by mee.
Sir Cthonius for his weapon had a forked bough of tree.
The toother had a dart. His dart did wound. mee you may see
The scarre therof remayning yit. Then was the tyme that I
Should sent haue beene too conquer Troy. Then was the tyme that I
Myght through my force and prowesse, if not vanquish Hector stout,
Yit at the least haue hilld him wag, I put you out of Dout.
But then was Hector no body: or but a babe. And now
Am I forspent and worne with yeeres. What should I tell you how
Piretus dyde by Periphas? Or wherefore should I make
Long processe for too tell you of sir Ampycus that strake
The fowrefoote Oecle on the face with dart of Cornell tree.
The which had neyther head nor poynt? Or how that Macaree
Of Mountaine Pelithronye with a leauer lent a blowe
Too Erigdupus on the brest which did him ouerthrowe?
Full well I doo remember that Cymelius threw a dart
Which lyghted full in Nesseyes flank about his priuie part.
And think not you that Mops the sonne of Ampycus could doo
No good but onely prophesye. This stout Odites whoo
Had bothe the shapes of man and horse, by Mopsis dart was slayne,
And labouring for too speake his last he did but striue in vayne.
For Mopsis dart toogither nayld his toong and neather chappe,
And percing through his throte did make a wyde and deadly gappe.
Fyue men had Cene already slayne: theyr wounds I cannot say:
The names and nomber of them all ryght well I beare away.
The names of them were Stiphelus, and Brome, and Helimus,
Pyracmon with his forest bill, and stout Antimachus.
Out steppes the biggest Centavvre there howge Latreus armed in
Alesus of Aemathias spoyle slayne late before by him.
His yeeres were mid tweene youth and age, his courage still was yoong,
And on his abrun head hore heares peerd heere and there amoong
His furniture was then a swoord, a target and a lawnce
Aemathian like. Too bothe the parts he did his face aduaunce,
And brandishing his weapon braue, in circlewyse did prawnce
About, and stoutly spake theis woordes. And must I beare with yow
Dame Cenye? for none other than a moother (I auow)
No better than a moother will I count thee whyle I liue.
Remembrest not what shape by birth dame nature did the giue
Forgettst thou how thou purchasedst this counterfetted shape
Of man? Consyderest what thou art by birth? and how for rape
Thou art become the thing thou art? Go take thy distaffe, and
Thy spindle, and in spinning yarne go exercyse thy hand.
Let men alone with feates of armes. As Latreus made this stout,
And scornefull taunting in a ring still turning him about,
This Cenye with a dart did hit him full vppon the syde
Where as the horse and man were ioynd toogither in a hyde.
The strype made Latreus mad: and with his lawnce in rage he stracke
Uppon sir Cenyes naked ribbes. The lawnce rebounded backe
Like haylestones from a tyled house, or as a man should pat
Small stones vppon a dromslets head. He came more neere with that,
And in his brawned syde did stryue too thrust his swoord. There was
No way for swoord too enter in. Yit shalt thou not so passe
My handes (sayd he.) Well sith the poynt is blunted thou shalt dye
Uppon the edge: and with that woord he fetcht his blow awrye,
And sydling with a sweeping stroke along his belly smit.
The strype did giue a clinke as if it had on marble hit.
And therewithall the swoord did breake, and on his necke did lyght.
When Ceny had sufficiently giuen Latreus leaue too smyght
His flesh which was vnmaymeable. Well now (quoth he) lets see,
If my swoord able bee or no too byght the flesh of thee.
In saying so, his dreadfull swoord as farre as it would go
He vnderneathe his shoulder thrust, and wrinching too and fro
Among his gutts, made wound in wound Behold with hydeous crye
The dowblemembred Centavvres sore abasht vppon him flye,
And throwe theyr weapons all at him. Theyr weapons downe did fall
As if they had rebated beene, and Cenye for them all
Abydes vnstriken through. Yea none was able blood too drawe.
The straungenesse of the cace made all amazed that it sawe.
Fy, fy for shame (quoth Monychus) that such a rable can
Not ouercome one wyght alone, who scarcely is a man.
Although (too say the very truthe) he is the man, and wee
Through fayntnesse that that he was borne by nature for too bee.
What profits theis huge limbes of ours? what helpes our dowble force?
Or what auayles our dowble shape of man as well as horse
By puissant nature ioynd in one? I can not thinke that wee
Of souereigne Goddesse Iuno were begot, or that wee bee
Ixions sonnes, who was so stout of courage and so hault,
As that he durst on Iunos loue attempt too giue assault.
The emny that dooth vanquish vs is scarcely half a man.
Whelme blocks, & stones, & mountaynes whole vppon his hard brayne pan:
And presse yee out his liuely ghoste with trees. Let timber choke
His chappes, let weyght enforce his death in stead of wounding stroke.
This sayd: by chaunce he gets a tree blowne downe by blustring blasts
Of Southerne wynds, and on his fo with all his myght it casts,
And gaue example too the rest too doo the like. Within
A whyle the shadowes which did hyde mount Pelion waxed thin:
And not a tree was left vppon mount Othris ere they went.
Sir Cenye vnderneathe this greate howge pyle of timber pent,
Did chauf and on his shoulders hard the heauy logges did beare.
But when aboue his face and head the trees vp stacked were,
So that he had no venting place too drawe his breth: One whyle
He faynted: and anotherwhyle he heaued at the pyle,
Too tumble downe the loggs that lay so heauy on his backe,
And for too winne the open ayre ageine aboue the stacke:
As if the mountayne Ida (lo) which yoonder we doo see
So hygh, by earth quake at a tyme should chaunce to shaken bee.
Men dowt what did become of him. Sum hold opinion that
The burthen of the woodes had driuen his soule too Limbo flat.
But Mopsus sayd it was not so. For he did see a browne
Bird flying from amid the stacke and towring vp and downe.
It was the first tyme and the last that euer I behild
That fowle. When Mopsus softly saw him soring in the feeld,
He looked wistly after him, and cryed out on hye.
Hayle peerlesse perle of Lapith race, hayle Ceny, late ago
A valeant knyght, and now a bird of whom there is no mo.
The author caused men beleeue the matter too bee so.
Our sorrow set vs in a rage. It was too vs a greef
That by so many foes one knyght was killd without releef.
Then ceast wee not too wreake our teene till most was slaine in fyght,
And that the rest discomfited were fled away by nyght.
Hippodame. And keuering boordes in bowres of boughes of trees
His Clowdbred brothers one by one he placed in degrees.
There were the Lordes of Thessaly. I also was among
The rest, a cheerefull noyse of feast through all the Pallace roong.
Sum made the altars smoke, and sum the brydale carrolls soong.
Anon commes in the mayden bryde a goodly wench of face,
With wyues and maydens following her with comly gate and grace.
Wee sayd that sir Pirithous was happy in his wyfe:
Which handsell had deceyued vs wellneere through soodeine stryfe.
For of the cruell Centavvres thou most cruell Evvryt, tho
Like as thy stomacke was with wyne farre ouer charged: so
Assoone as thou behilldst the bryde, thy hart began too frayne,
And doubled. with thy droonkennesse thy raging lust did reigne.
The feast was troubled by and by with tables ouerthrowen.
The bryde was hayled by the head, so farre was furye growen.
Feerce Evvryt caught Hippodame, and euery of the rest
Caught such as commed next to hand, or such as likte him best.
It was the liuely image of a Citie tane by foes.
The house did ring of womens shreekes. wee all vp quickly rose.
And first sayd Theseus thus. What aylst? art mad O Evvrytus?
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Not knowing that in one thou doost abvse vs bothe? And least
He myght haue seemd too speake in vayne, he thrustway such as preast
About the bryde, and tooke her from them freating sore thereat.
No answere made him Evvrytus: (for such a deede as that
Defended could not bee with woordes) but with his sawcye fist
He flew at gentle Theseus face, and bobd him on the brist.
By chaunce hard by, an auncient cuppe of image woork did stand.
Which being howge himself more howge sir Theseus tooke in hand,
And threwt at Evvryts head. He spewd as well at mouth as wound
Mixt cloddes of blood, and brayne and wyne, and on the soyled ground
Lay sprawling bolt vpryght. The death of him did set the rest
His dowblelimbed brothers so on fyre, that all the quest
With one voyce cryed out kill kill. The wyne had giuen them hart.
Theyr first encounter was with cuppes & Cannes throwen ouerthwart,
And brittle tankerds, and with boawles, pannes, dishes, potts, & trayes,
Things seruing late for meate and drinke, and then for bluddy frayes.
First Amycus Ophions sonne with out remorse began
Too reeue and rob the brydehouse of his furniture. He ran
And pulled downe a Lampbeame full of lyghtes, and lifting it
Aloft like one that with an Ax dooth fetch his blowe too slit
An Oxis necke in sacrifyse, He on the forehead hit
A Lapith named Celadon, and crusshed so his bones
That none could know him by the face: both eyes flew out at ones.
His nose was beaten backe and too his pallat battred flat.
One Pelates a Macedone exceeding wroth therat,
Pulld out a maple tressles foote, and napt him in the necks,
That bobbing with his chin ageinst his brest too ground he becks.
And as he spitted out his teeth with blackish blood, he lent
Another blowe too Amycus which streyght too hell him sent.
Gryne standing by and lowring with a fell grim visage at
The smoking Altars, sayd: why vse we not theis same? with that
He caught a myghty altar vp with burning fyre thereon,
And it among the thickest of the Lapithes threw anon.
And twoo he ouer whelmd therewith calld Brote and Orion.
This Orions moother Mycale is knowne of certeintye
The Moone resisting too haue drawne by witchcraft from the skye.
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A weapon: and with that in stead of weapon, he did set
His hand vppon a vowd harts horne that on a Pynetree hye
Was nayld, and with twoo tynes therof he strake out eyther eye
Of Gryne: whereof sum stacke vppon the horne, and sum did flye
Uppon his beard, and there with blood like ielly mixt did lye.
A flaming fyrebrand from amids an Altar Rhætus snatcht.
With which vppon the leftsyde of his head Charaxus latcht
A blow that crackt his skull. The blaze among his yellow heare
Ran sindging vp, as if dry corne with lightning blasted were.
And in his wound the seared blood did make a greeuous sound,
As when a peece of steele red whot tane vp with tongs is drownd
In water by the smith, it spirts and hisseth in the trowgh.
Charaxus from his curled heare did shake the fyre. and thowgh
He wounded were, yit caught he vp vppon his shoulders twayne
A stone the Iawme of eyther doore that well would loade a wayne.
The masse therof was such as that it would not let him hit
His fo. It lighted short: and with the falling downe of it
A mate of his that Comet hyght, it all in peeces smit.
Then Rhæte restreyning not his ioy, sayd thus: I would the rowt
Of all thy mates myght in the selfsame maner proue them stowt.
And with his halfeburnt brond the wound he searched new agayne,
Not ceasing for to lay on loade vppon his pate amayne,
Untill his head was crusht, and of his scalp the bones did swim
Among his braynes. In iolly ruffe he passed streyght from him
Too Coryt, and Euagrus, and too Dryant on a rowe.
Of whom when Coryt (on whose cheekes yoong mossy downe gan grow)
Was slayne, what prayse or honour (quoth Euagrus) hast thou got
By killing of a boy? mo woordes him Rhetus suffred not
Too speake, but in his open mouth did thrust his burning brand,
And downe his throteboll too his chest. Then whisking in his hand
His fyrebrand round about his head he feercely did assayle
The valyant Dryant. but with him he could not so preuayle.
For as he triumpht in his lucke, proceeding for too make
Continuall slaughter of his foes, sir Dryant with a stake
(Whose poynt was hardned in the fyre) did cast at him a foyne
And thrust him through the place in which the neck and shoulders ioyne.
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And beeing foyled with his blood too flyght he did him take.
Arnæus also ran away, and Lycidas likewyse.
And Medon (whose ryght shoulderplate was also wounded) flyes.
So did Pisenor, so did Cavvne, and so did Mermeros
Who late outronning euery man, now wounded slower goes:
And so did Phole, and Menelas, and Abas who was woont
Too make a spoyle among wylde Boares as oft as he did hunt:
And eeke the wyzarde Astylos who counselled his mates
Too leaue that fray: but he too them in vayne of leauing prates.
He eeke too Nessus (who for feare of wounding seemed shye)
Sayd, fly 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 betweene the eyes,
Wheras the noze and forehead meete. For all this deane, yit lyes
Aphipnas snorting fast a sleepe 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 tree 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 through ran
His head, and entring at the ryght eare too the left eare went.
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Too shonne Perithöus preacing on, fell headlong downe, and with
His howgenesse brake the greatest Ash that was in all the frith,
And goard his gutts vppon ye stump. Too wreake his death cōmes 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 knees 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 trees, 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 Pynetree 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 bee obserued faythfully. When Peleus in the preace
A great way of behilld him thus falne dead of this same wound,
O Crantor deerest man too mee of all aboue the ground,
Hold heere an obitgift hee 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.
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Enforst too courage with his payne, he ryseth streight vprights,
And pawing at his emny with his horsish feete, 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. Howbeet 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 dyed red
With blood were then his weapon. I (for then my courage gaue
Mee strength sayd: see how much thy hornes lesse force than Iron haue.
And therewithall with manly might a dart at him I draue.
Which when he could not shonne, he clapt his right hand flat vppon
His forehead where the wound should bee. 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 mee Dorill streyght, and trayles his guttes vppon ye ground
And trampling vnderneath his feete 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 least wyse if wee 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 sweete 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 bourly was his brest:
So handsome was his backe too beare a saddle; and his heare
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Full many Females of his 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 vsde herself so well
In dalyance, and in louing, and in vttring of her loue,
That shee alone hilld Cyllarus. As much as did behoue
In suchye limbes, shee trimmed them as most the eye might moue.
With combing, smoothe shee made her heare: shee wallowed her full oft
In Roses and in Rosemarye, or Uiolets sweete and soft:
Sumtyme shee caryed Lillyes whyght: and twyce a day shee washt
Her visage in the spring that from the toppe of Pagase past:
And in the streame shee twyce a day did bath her limbes: and on
Her leftsyde or her shoulders came the comlyest things, And none
But fynest skinnes of choycest beasts. Alike eche loued other:
Toogither they among the hilles roamd vp and downe: toogither
They went too couert: and that tyme toogither they did enter
The Lapithes house, and there the fray toogither did aduenter.
A dart on Cyllars left syde came, (I know not who it sent)
Which sumwhat vnderneathe his necke his brest a sunder splent.
As lyghtly as his hart was raazd, no sooner was the dart
Pluckt out, but all his bodye wext stark cold and dyed swart.
Immediatly Hylonome his dying limbes vp stayd,
And put her hand vppon the wound too stoppe the blood, and layd
Her mouth too his, and labored sore too stay his passing spryght.
But when shee sawe him throughly dead, then speaking woordes which might
Not too my hearing come for noyse, shee stikt herself vppon
The weapon that had gored him, and dyde with him anon
Embracing him beetweene her armes. There also stood before
Myne eyes the grim Pheöcomes both man and horse who wore
A Lyons skinne vppon his backe fast knit with knotts afore.
He snatching vp a timber log (which scarcely twoo good teeme
Of Oxen could haue stird) did throwe the same with force extreeme
At Phonolenyes sonne. The logge him all in fitters strake,
And of his head the braynepan in a thousand peeces brake,
That at his mouth, his eares, and eyes, and at his nosethrills too,
His crusshed brayne came roping out as creame is woont too doo
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From streyner or from Colender. But as he went about
Too strippe him from his harnesse as he lay vppon the ground,
(Your father knoweth this full well) my sword his gutts did wound,
Teleboas and Cthonius bothe, were also slaine by mee.
Sir Cthonius for his weapon had a forked bough of tree.
The toother had a dart. His dart did wound. mee you may see
The scarre therof remayning yit. Then was the tyme that I
Should sent haue beene too conquer Troy. Then was the tyme that I
Myght through my force and prowesse, if not vanquish Hector stout,
Yit at the least haue hilld him wag, I put you out of Dout.
But then was Hector no body: or but a babe. And now
Am I forspent and worne with yeeres. What should I tell you how
Piretus dyde by Periphas? Or wherefore should I make
Long processe for too tell you of sir Ampycus that strake
The fowrefoote Oecle on the face with dart of Cornell tree.
The which had neyther head nor poynt? Or how that Macaree
Of Mountaine Pelithronye with a leauer lent a blowe
Too Erigdupus on the brest which did him ouerthrowe?
Full well I doo remember that Cymelius threw a dart
Which lyghted full in Nesseyes flank about his priuie part.
And think not you that Mops the sonne of Ampycus could doo
No good but onely prophesye. This stout Odites whoo
Had bothe the shapes of man and horse, by Mopsis dart was slayne,
And labouring for too speake his last he did but striue in vayne.
For Mopsis dart toogither nayld his toong and neather chappe,
And percing through his throte did make a wyde and deadly gappe.
Fyue men had Cene already slayne: theyr wounds I cannot say:
The names and nomber of them all ryght well I beare away.
The names of them were Stiphelus, and Brome, and Helimus,
Pyracmon with his forest bill, and stout Antimachus.
Out steppes the biggest Centavvre there howge Latreus armed in
Alesus of Aemathias spoyle slayne late before by him.
His yeeres were mid tweene youth and age, his courage still was yoong,
And on his abrun head hore heares peerd heere and there amoong
His furniture was then a swoord, a target and a lawnce
Aemathian like. Too bothe the parts he did his face aduaunce,
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About, and stoutly spake theis woordes. And must I beare with yow
Dame Cenye? for none other than a moother (I auow)
No better than a moother will I count thee whyle I liue.
Remembrest not what shape by birth dame nature did the giue
Forgettst thou how thou purchasedst this counterfetted shape
Of man? Consyderest what thou art by birth? and how for rape
Thou art become the thing thou art? Go take thy distaffe, and
Thy spindle, and in spinning yarne go exercyse thy hand.
Let men alone with feates of armes. As Latreus made this stout,
And scornefull taunting in a ring still turning him about,
This Cenye with a dart did hit him full vppon the syde
Where as the horse and man were ioynd toogither in a hyde.
The strype made Latreus mad: and with his lawnce in rage he stracke
Uppon sir Cenyes naked ribbes. The lawnce rebounded backe
Like haylestones from a tyled house, or as a man should pat
Small stones vppon a dromslets head. He came more neere with that,
And in his brawned syde did stryue too thrust his swoord. There was
No way for swoord too enter in. Yit shalt thou not so passe
My handes (sayd he.) Well sith the poynt is blunted thou shalt dye
Uppon the edge: and with that woord he fetcht his blow awrye,
And sydling with a sweeping stroke along his belly smit.
The strype did giue a clinke as if it had on marble hit.
And therewithall the swoord did breake, and on his necke did lyght.
When Ceny had sufficiently giuen Latreus leaue too smyght
His flesh which was vnmaymeable. Well now (quoth he) lets see,
If my swoord able bee or no too byght the flesh of thee.
In saying so, his dreadfull swoord as farre as it would go
He vnderneathe his shoulder thrust, and wrinching too and fro
Among his gutts, made wound in wound Behold with hydeous crye
The dowblemembred Centavvres sore abasht vppon him flye,
And throwe theyr weapons all at him. Theyr weapons downe did fall
As if they had rebated beene, and Cenye for them all
Abydes vnstriken through. Yea none was able blood too drawe.
The straungenesse of the cace made all amazed that it sawe.
Fy, fy for shame (quoth Monychus) that such a rable can
Not ouercome one wyght alone, who scarcely is a man.
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Through fayntnesse that that he was borne by nature for too bee.
What profits theis huge limbes of ours? what helpes our dowble force?
Or what auayles our dowble shape of man as well as horse
By puissant nature ioynd in one? I can not thinke that wee
Of souereigne Goddesse Iuno were begot, or that wee bee
Ixions sonnes, who was so stout of courage and so hault,
As that he durst on Iunos loue attempt too giue assault.
The emny that dooth vanquish vs is scarcely half a man.
Whelme blocks, & stones, & mountaynes whole vppon his hard brayne pan:
And presse yee out his liuely ghoste with trees. Let timber choke
His chappes, let weyght enforce his death in stead of wounding stroke.
This sayd: by chaunce he gets a tree blowne downe by blustring blasts
Of Southerne wynds, and on his fo with all his myght it casts,
And gaue example too the rest too doo the like. Within
A whyle the shadowes which did hyde mount Pelion waxed thin:
And not a tree was left vppon mount Othris ere they went.
Sir Cenye vnderneathe this greate howge pyle of timber pent,
Did chauf and on his shoulders hard the heauy logges did beare.
But when aboue his face and head the trees vp stacked were,
So that he had no venting place too drawe his breth: One whyle
He faynted: and anotherwhyle he heaued at the pyle,
Too tumble downe the loggs that lay so heauy on his backe,
And for too winne the open ayre ageine aboue the stacke:
As if the mountayne Ida (lo) which yoonder we doo see
So hygh, by earth quake at a tyme should chaunce to shaken bee.
Men dowt what did become of him. Sum hold opinion that
The burthen of the woodes had driuen his soule too Limbo flat.
But Mopsus sayd it was not so. For he did see a browne
Bird flying from amid the stacke and towring vp and downe.
It was the first tyme and the last that euer I behild
That fowle. When Mopsus softly saw him soring in the feeld,
He looked wistly after him, and cryed out on hye.
Hayle peerlesse perle of Lapith race, hayle Ceny, late ago
A valeant knyght, and now a bird of whom there is no mo.
The author caused men beleeue the matter too bee so.
Our sorrow set vs in a rage. It was too vs a greef
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Then ceast wee not too wreake our teene till most was slaine in fyght,
And that the rest discomfited were fled away by nyght.
As Nestor all the processe of this battell did reherce
Betweene the valeant Lapithes and misshapen Centavvres ferce,
Tlepolemus displeased sore that Hercules was past
With silence, could not hold his peace, but out theis woordes did cast.
My Lord, I muse you should forget my fathers prayse so quyght.
For often vntoo mee himself was woonted too recite,
How that the clowdbred folk by him were cheefly put too flyght.
Betweene the valeant Lapithes and misshapen Centavvres ferce,
Tlepolemus displeased sore that Hercules was past
With silence, could not hold his peace, but out theis woordes did cast.
My Lord, I muse you should forget my fathers prayse so quyght.
For often vntoo mee himself was woonted too recite,
How that the clowdbred folk by him were cheefly put too flyght.
Ryght sadly Nestor answerd thus. Why should you mee constreyne
Too call too mynd forgotten greefs? and for to reere ageine
The sorrowes now outworne by tyme? or force mee too declare
The hatred and displeasure which I too your father bare?
In sooth his dooings greater were than myght bee well beleeued.
He fild the world with high renowme which nobly he atcheeued.
Which thing I would I could denye. For neyther set wee out
Deïphobus, Polydamas, nor Hector that most stout
And valeant knyght the strength of Troy. For whoo will prayse his fo?
Your father ouerthrew the walles of Messen long ago,
And razed Pyle, and Ely townes vnwoorthye seruing so.
And feerce ageinst my fathers house hee vsde bothe swoord and fyre.
And (not too speake of others whom he killed in his ire)
Twyce six wee were the sonnes of Nele all lusty gentlemen.
Twyce six of vs (excepting mee) by him were murthred then.
The death of all the rest myght seeme a matter not so straunge:
But straunge was Periclymens death whoo had the powre too chaunge
And leaue and take what shape he list (by Neptune too him giuen,
The founder of the house of Nele.) For when he had beene driuen
Too try all shapes, and none could help: he last of all became
The fowle that in his hooked feete dooth beare the flasshing flame
Sent downe from heauen by Iupiter. He practising those birds,
With flapping wings, and bowwing beake, and hooked talants girds
At Hercle, and beescratcht his face. Too certeine (I may say)
Thy father amde his shaft at him. For as hee towring lay
Among the clowdes, he hit him vnderneath the wing The stroke
Was small: Howbeet bycause therwith the sinewes being broke,
He wanted strength too maynteine flyght, he fell me too the ground,
Through weakenesse of his wing. The shaft that sticked in the wound,
By reason of the burthen of his bodye perst his syde,
And at the leftsyde of his necke all bloodye foorth did glyde.
Now tell mee O thou beawtyfull Lord Amirall of the fleete
Of Rhodes, if mee too speake the prayse of Hercle it bee meete.
But least that of my brothers deathes men think I doo desyre
A further vendge than silence of the prowesse of thy syre,
I loue thee euen with all my hart, and take thee for my freend.
When Nestor of his pleasant tales had made this freendly end,
They called for a boll of wyne, and from the table went,
And all the resdew of the nyght in sleeping soundly spent.
Too call too mynd forgotten greefs? and for to reere ageine
The sorrowes now outworne by tyme? or force mee too declare
The hatred and displeasure which I too your father bare?
In sooth his dooings greater were than myght bee well beleeued.
He fild the world with high renowme which nobly he atcheeued.
Which thing I would I could denye. For neyther set wee out
Deïphobus, Polydamas, nor Hector that most stout
And valeant knyght the strength of Troy. For whoo will prayse his fo?
Your father ouerthrew the walles of Messen long ago,
And razed Pyle, and Ely townes vnwoorthye seruing so.
And feerce ageinst my fathers house hee vsde bothe swoord and fyre.
And (not too speake of others whom he killed in his ire)
Twyce six wee were the sonnes of Nele all lusty gentlemen.
Twyce six of vs (excepting mee) by him were murthred then.
The death of all the rest myght seeme a matter not so straunge:
But straunge was Periclymens death whoo had the powre too chaunge
And leaue and take what shape he list (by Neptune too him giuen,
The founder of the house of Nele.) For when he had beene driuen
Too try all shapes, and none could help: he last of all became
The fowle that in his hooked feete dooth beare the flasshing flame
Sent downe from heauen by Iupiter. He practising those birds,
With flapping wings, and bowwing beake, and hooked talants girds
At Hercle, and beescratcht his face. Too certeine (I may say)
Thy father amde his shaft at him. For as hee towring lay
Among the clowdes, he hit him vnderneath the wing The stroke
Was small: Howbeet bycause therwith the sinewes being broke,
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Through weakenesse of his wing. The shaft that sticked in the wound,
By reason of the burthen of his bodye perst his syde,
And at the leftsyde of his necke all bloodye foorth did glyde.
Now tell mee O thou beawtyfull Lord Amirall of the fleete
Of Rhodes, if mee too speake the prayse of Hercle it bee meete.
But least that of my brothers deathes men think I doo desyre
A further vendge than silence of the prowesse of thy syre,
I loue thee euen with all my hart, and take thee for my freend.
When Nestor of his pleasant tales had made this freendly end,
They called for a boll of wyne, and from the table went,
And all the resdew of the nyght in sleeping soundly spent.
But neptune like a father tooke the matter sore too hart
That Cygnet too a Swan he was constreyned too conuert.
And hating feerce Achilles, he did wreake his cruell teene
Uppon him more vncourteously than had beseeming beene.
For when the warres well neere full twyce fyue yeeres had lasted. Hee
Unshorne Apollo thus bespake. O neuew vntoo mee
Most deere of all my brothers impes, who helpedst mee too lay
Foundation of the walles of Troy for which we had no pay,
And canst thou syghes forbeare too see the Asian Empyre fall?
And dooth it not lament thy hart when thou too mynd doost call
So many thousand people slayne in keeping Ilion wall?
Or (too thentent particlerly I doo not speake of all)
Remembrest thou not Hectors Ghost whoo harryed was about
His towne of Troy? where nerethelesse Achilles that same stout
And farre in fyght more butcherly, whoo stryues with all his myght
Too stroy the woorke of mee and thee, liues still in healthfull plyght?
If euer hee doo come within my daunger he shall feele
What force is in my tryple mace. But sith with swoord of steele
I may not meete him as my fo, I pray thee vnbeeware
Go kill him with a sodeine shaft and rid mee of my care.
Apollo did consent: as well his vncle for too please,
As also for a pryuate grudge himself had for too ease.
And in a clowd he downe among the host of Troy did slyde,
Where Paris dribbling out his shaftes among the Greekes hee spyde:
And telling him what God he was, sayd wherfore doost thou waast
Thyne arrowes on the simple sort? If any care thou haste
Of those that are thy freendes, go turne ageinst Achilles head,
And like a man reuendge on him thy brothers that are dead.
In saying this, he brought him where Achilles with his brond
Was beating downe the Troiane folk, and leueld so his hond
As that Achilles tumbled downe starke dead vppon the lond.
That Cygnet too a Swan he was constreyned too conuert.
And hating feerce Achilles, he did wreake his cruell teene
Uppon him more vncourteously than had beseeming beene.
For when the warres well neere full twyce fyue yeeres had lasted. Hee
Unshorne Apollo thus bespake. O neuew vntoo mee
Most deere of all my brothers impes, who helpedst mee too lay
Foundation of the walles of Troy for which we had no pay,
And canst thou syghes forbeare too see the Asian Empyre fall?
And dooth it not lament thy hart when thou too mynd doost call
So many thousand people slayne in keeping Ilion wall?
Or (too thentent particlerly I doo not speake of all)
Remembrest thou not Hectors Ghost whoo harryed was about
His towne of Troy? where nerethelesse Achilles that same stout
And farre in fyght more butcherly, whoo stryues with all his myght
Too stroy the woorke of mee and thee, liues still in healthfull plyght?
If euer hee doo come within my daunger he shall feele
What force is in my tryple mace. But sith with swoord of steele
I may not meete him as my fo, I pray thee vnbeeware
Go kill him with a sodeine shaft and rid mee of my care.
Apollo did consent: as well his vncle for too please,
As also for a pryuate grudge himself had for too ease.
And in a clowd he downe among the host of Troy did slyde,
Where Paris dribbling out his shaftes among the Greekes hee spyde:
And telling him what God he was, sayd wherfore doost thou waast
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Of those that are thy freendes, go turne ageinst Achilles head,
And like a man reuendge on him thy brothers that are dead.
In saying this, he brought him where Achilles with his brond
Was beating downe the Troiane folk, and leueld so his hond
As that Achilles tumbled downe starke dead vppon the lond.
This was the onely thing wherof the old king Priam myght
Take comfort after Hectors death. That stout and valeant knyght
Achilles whoo had ouerthrowen so many men in fyght,
Was by that coward carpet knyght beereeued of his lyfe.
Whoo like a caytif stale away the Spartane princes wyfe.
But if of weapon womanish he had foreknowen it had
His destnye beene too lose his lyfe, he would haue beene more glad
That Queene Penthesileas bill had slaine him out of hand.
Now was the feare of Phrygian folk, the onely glory, and
Defence of Greekes, that peerelesse prince in armes, Achilles turnd
Too asshes. That same God that had him armd, him also burnd.
Now is he dust: and of that great Achilles bydeth still.
A thing of nought, that scarcely can a little coffin fill.
Howbeet his woorthy fame dooth lyue, and spreadeth ouer all
The world, a measure meete for such a persone too beefall.
This matcheth thee Achilles full. And this can neuer dye.
His target also (too thentent that men myght playnly spye
What wyghts it was) did moue debate, and for his armour burst
Out deadly foode. Not Diomed, nor Aiax Oylye durst
Make clayme or chalendge too the same, nor Atreus yoonger sonne,
Nor yit his elder, though in armes much honour they had wonne.
Alone the sonnes of Telamon and Laërt did assay
Which of them twoo of that great pryse should beare the bell away.
But Agamemnon from himself the burthen putts, and cleeres
His handes of enuye, causing all the Capteines and the Peeres
Of Greece too meete amid the camp toogither in a place,
Too whom he put the heering and the iudgement of the cace.
Take comfort after Hectors death. That stout and valeant knyght
Achilles whoo had ouerthrowen so many men in fyght,
Was by that coward carpet knyght beereeued of his lyfe.
Whoo like a caytif stale away the Spartane princes wyfe.
But if of weapon womanish he had foreknowen it had
His destnye beene too lose his lyfe, he would haue beene more glad
That Queene Penthesileas bill had slaine him out of hand.
Now was the feare of Phrygian folk, the onely glory, and
Defence of Greekes, that peerelesse prince in armes, Achilles turnd
Too asshes. That same God that had him armd, him also burnd.
Now is he dust: and of that great Achilles bydeth still.
A thing of nought, that scarcely can a little coffin fill.
Howbeet his woorthy fame dooth lyue, and spreadeth ouer all
The world, a measure meete for such a persone too beefall.
This matcheth thee Achilles full. And this can neuer dye.
His target also (too thentent that men myght playnly spye
What wyghts it was) did moue debate, and for his armour burst
Out deadly foode. Not Diomed, nor Aiax Oylye durst
Make clayme or chalendge too the same, nor Atreus yoonger sonne,
Nor yit his elder, though in armes much honour they had wonne.
Alone the sonnes of Telamon and Laërt did assay
Which of them twoo of that great pryse should beare the bell away.
But Agamemnon from himself the burthen putts, and cleeres
His handes of enuye, causing all the Capteines and the Peeres
Of Greece too meete amid the camp toogither in a place,
Too whom he put the heering and the iudgement of the cace.
Finis duodecimi Libri.
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