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VVhy Tomos was so called.
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VVhy Tomos was so called.
Eleg. 9.
Lo here some Gretian Cittyes be, (who would beleue the same?)And yet amonge the Nations rude, are knowen by barberous name.
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On Geta ground at last they stayed, and Grekishe hoisses make.
Yea this towne eke thy fame more old, and elder terme is knowne,
And of Absirtes cruell death, a proper name is growne.
The sayling shippe through curious care, of martial Pallas wrought,
At first these strugling streames assayde, before time neuer sought.
The wicked wight Medea here, from father fleing fast,
Her rowing owres vppon this coast, (men saye the first time cast.)
The gazing stranger standing by, respecting seas by lowe,
Discrying shippes aloofe, quoth he, (yen Colchean sayles I know)
While shipmen there for dred did quake, and vp the cables cast,
And while the anker vp to waye, their fearefull hands made hast.
The giltye girle wyth cruell kuffe, did strike of Colchean brest,
Whose hardy hand great hurt hath wrought, and vnto more is prest.
And though wythin this maydens minde, highe courage did remayne,
Much perfit palenes yet thereto, in face appeared playne.
When hasting shippes wyth speedy pace, to drawe more neare she spyde,
By craft we must my father flee, (we are betrayde) she cryde.
Whyle she for counsell paused then, and loked round about,
In sight at last her brother sawe, amids her deepest doubt,
Whom when she spyde, forthwyth she sayd: I dare vs wel assure,
My brothers death the cause shalbe, our safety to procure.
He all vnwares and dreadinge nought, her cancred cruell spight,
Into his syde her bloudy sword, she thrust with raging might.
Her blade pluckt backe from gored syde, she rent wyth ruthful wound,
And members macte in peeces small, she cast about the ground.
And that her father might this knowe, on rocke whereby she past,
His woful handes and bloudy head, wyth sleight she fixed fast.
Wyth wayling new her aged syre, for this did make delay,
And sobbing sore the fleshe toke vp, she safely scapte away.
Hereof this towne is Tomos hight, for that vppon this soyle,
The sister did her brothers corse, in sondry partes dispoyle.
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