Then calling to remembrance that the Trojans issued were Of Tewcers blood, they sayld to Crete . But long they could not there Abyde th'infection of the aire: and so they did forsake The hundred Cities, and with speede to Itayleward did make. The winter wexed hard and rough, and tost them verry sore. And when theyr shippes arrived were uppon the perlous shore Among the Strophad Iles, the bird Aello did them feare. The costes of Dulich, Ithaca , and Same they passed were, And eeke the Court of Neritus where wyse Ulysses reignd, And came to Ambrace for the which the Gods strong stryfe maynteind. There sawe they turned into stone the judge whoose image yit At Actium in Appollos Church in signe therof dooth sit. They vewed also Dodon grove where Okes spake: and the coast Of Chaon where the sonnes of king Molossus scapt a most Ungracious fyre by taking wings. From thence they coasted by The countrye of the Pheaks fraught with frute abundantly. Then tooke they land in Epyre, and to Buthrotos they went Wheras the Trojane prophet dwelt, whoose reigne did represent An image of theyr auncient Troy . There being certifyde Of things to come by Helen (whoo whyle there they did abyde Informed them ryght faythfully of all that should betyde) They passed into Sicilie. With corners three this land Shootes out into the Sea: of which Pachinnus front dooth stand Ageinst the southcoast: Lilibye dooth face the gentle west, And Pelore unto Charlsis wayne dooth northward beare his brest. The Trojanes under Pelore gat with ores and prosprous tydes And in the even by Zanclye shore theyr fleete at anchor rydes. Uppon the left syde restlessely Charybdis ay dooth beate them, And swalloweth shippes and spewes them up as fast as it dooth eate them. And Scylla beateth on theyr ryght: which from the navell downe Is patched up with cruell curres: and upward to the crowne Dooth keepe the countnance of a mayd, and (if that all bee trew That Poets fayne) shee was sumtyme a mayd ryght fayre of hew. To her made many wooers sute: all which shee did eschew. And going to the salt Sea nymphes (to whom shee was ryght deere) She vaunted, to how many men shee gave the slippe that yeere. To whom the Lady Galate in kembing of her heare Sayd thus with syghes: But they that sought to thee (O Lady) were None other than of humane kynd, to whom without all feare Of harme, thou myghtest (as thou doost) give nay. But as for mee Although that I of Nereus and gray Doris daughter bee, And of my susters have with mee continually a gard, I could not scape the Cyclops love, but to my greef full hard. (With that her teares did stoppe her speeche.) As soone as that the mayd Had dryde them with her marble thomb, and moande the nymph, she sayd: Deere Goddesse, tell mee all your greef, and hyde it not from mee: For trust mee, I will unto you bothe true and secret bee. Then unto Cratyes daughter thus the nymph her playnt did frame:

 Of Fawne and nymph Simethis borne was Acis , whoo became A joy to bothe his parents, but to mee the greater joy. For being but a sixteene yeeres of age, this fayre sweete boy Did take mee to his love, what tyme about his chyldish chin The tender heare like mossy downe to sprowt did first begin. I loved him beyond all Goddes forbod, and likewyse mee The Giant Cyclops. Neyther (if demaunded it should bee) I well were able for to tell you whither that the love Of Acis , or the Cyclops hate did more my stomacke move. There was no oddes betweene them. Oh deere Goddesse Venus, what A powre haste thou? Behold how even this owgly Giant that No sparke of meekenesse in him hath, whoo is a terrour to The verrye woodes, whom never guest nor straunger came unto Without displeasure, whoo the heavens and all the Goddes despyseth, Dooth feele what thing is love. The love of mee him so surpryseth, That Polypheme regarding not his sheepe and hollowe Cave, And having care to please dooth go about to make him brave. His sturre stiffe heare he kembeth nowe with strong and sturdy rakes, And with a sythe dooth marcussotte his bristled berd: and takes Delyght to looke uppon himself in waters, and to frame His countnance. Of his murtherous hart the wyldnesse wexeth tame. His unastaunched thyrst of blood is quenched: shippes may passe And repasse saufly. In the whyle that he in love thus was, One Telemus, Ewrymeds sonne, a man of passing skill In birdflyght, taking land that tyme in Sicill, went untill The orped Gyant Polypheme, and sayd: This one round eye That now amid thy forehead stands shall one day ere thou dye By sly Ulysses blinded bee. The Gyant laught therat, And sayd: O foolish soothsayre, thou deceyved art in that. For why another (even a wench) already hathe it blynded. Thus skorning him that told him truthe bycause he was hygh mynded, He eyther made the ground to shake in walking on the shore, Or rowzd him in his shadye Cave. With wedged poynt before There shoots a hill into the Sea: whereof the sea dooth beate On eyther syde. The one eyd feend came up and made his seate Theron, and after came his sheepe undriven. As soone as hee Had at his foote layd downe his staffe which was a whole Pyne tree Well able for to bee a maast to any shippe, he takes His pype compact of fyvescore reedes, and therwithall he makes So loud a noyse that all the hilles and waters therabout Myght easly heere the shirlnesse of the shepeherds whistling out. I lying underneathe the rocke, and leaning in the lappe Of Acis markt theis woordes of his which farre I heard by happe: More whyght thou art then Primrose leaf, my Lady Galatee. More fresh than meade, more tall and streyght than lofty Aldertree. More bright than glasse, more wanton than the tender kid forsooth. Than Cockleshelles continually with water worne, more smoothe. More cheerefull than the winters Sun, or Sommers shadowe cold, More seemely and more comly than the Planetree to behold, Of valew more than Apples bee although they were of gold. More cleere than frozen yce, more sweete than Grape through rype ywis, More soft than butter newly made, or downe of Cygnet is. And much more fayre and beawtyfull than gardein to myne eye, But that thou from my companye continually doost flye. And thou the selfsame Galate art more tettish for to frame Than Oxen of the wildernesse whom never wyght did tame. More fleeting than the waves, more hard than warryed Oke to twyne, More tough than willow twiggs, more lyth than is the wyld whyght vyne. More than this rocke unmovable, more violent than a streame. More prowd than Peacocke praysd, more feerce than fyre and more extreeme. More rough than Breers, more cruell than the new delivered Beare, More mercilesse than troden snake, than sea more deafe of eare. And which (and if it lay in mee I cheefly would restrayne) Not only swifter paced than the stag in chace on playne, But also swifter than the wynd and flyghtfull ayre. But if Thou knew me well, it would thee irke to flye and bee a greef To tarrye from mee. Yea thou wouldst endeavour all thy powre To keepe mee wholly to thy self. The Quarry is my bowre Heawen out of whole mayne stone. No Sun in sommer there can swelt. No nipping cold in wintertyme within the same is felt. Gay Apples weying downe the boughes have I, and Grapes like gold, And purple Grapes on spreaded Vynes as many as can hold. Bothe which I doo reserve for thee. Thyself shalt with thy hand The soft sweete strawbryes gather, which in wooddy shadowe stand. The Cornell berryes also from the tree thy self shall pull: And pleasant plommes, sum yellow lyke new wax, sum blew, sum full Of ruddy jewce. Of Chestnutts eeke (if my wyfe thou wilt bee) Thou shalt have store: and frutes all sortes: all trees shall serve for thee. This Cattell heere is all myne owne. And many mo besyde Doo eyther in the bottoms feede, or in the woodes them hyde, And many standing at theyr stalles doo in my Cave abyde. The number of them (if a man should ask) I cannot showe. Tush, beggars of theyr Cattell use the number for to knowe. And for the goodnesse of the same, no whit beleeve thou mee. But come thyself (and if thou wilt) the truth therof to see. See how theyr udders full doo make them straddle. Lesser ware Shet up at home in cloce warme peends, are Lambes. There also are In other pinfolds Kidds of selfsame yeaning tyme. Thus have I alwayes mylke as whyte as snow. Wherof I sum doo save To drink, and of the rest is made good cheese. And furthermore Not only stale and common gifts and pleasures wherof store Is to bee had at eche mannes hand, (as Leverets, Kidds, and Does, A payre of pigeons, or a nest of birds new found, or Roes,) Shall unto thee presented bee. I found this tother day A payre of Bearewhelpes, eche so lyke the other as they lay Uppon a hill, that scarce yee eche discerne from other may. And when that I did fynd them I did take them up, and say Theis will I for my Lady keepe for her therwith to play. Now put thou up thy fayre bryght head, good Galat, I thee pray, Above the greenish waves: now come my Galat, come away. And of my present take no scorne. I know my selfe to bee A jollye fellow. For even now I did behold and see Myne image in the water sheere, and sure mee thought I tooke Delyght to see my goodly shape, and favor in the brooke. Behold how big I am: not Jove in heaven (for so you men Report one Jove to reigne, of whom I passe not for to ken) Is huger than this doughty corce of myne. A bush of heare Dooth overdreepe my visage grim, and shadowes as it were A grove uppon my shoulders twayne. And think it not to bee A shame for that with bristled heare my body rough yee see. A fowle ilfavored syght it is to see a leavelesse tree. A lothely thing it is, a horse without a mane to keepe. As fethers doo become the birdes, and wooll becommeth sheepe, Even so a beard and bristled skin becommeth also men. I have but one eye, which dooth stand amid my frunt. What then? This one round eye of myne is lyke a myghty target. Why? Vewes not the Sun all things from heaven? Yit but one only eye Hath hee. Moreover in your Seas my father beares the sway. Him will I make thy fathrinlaw. Have mercy I thee pray, And harken to myne humble sute. For only unto thee Yeeld I. Even I of whom bothe heaven and Jove despysed bee And eeke the percing thunderbolt, doo stand in awe and feare Of thee, O Nerye. Thyne ill will is greevouser to beare Than is the deadly Thunderclappe. Yit could I better fynd In hart to suffer this contempt of thyne with pacient mynd If thou didst shonne all other folk as well as mee. But why Rejecting Cyclops doost thou love dwarf Acis ? Why say I Preferst thou Acis unto mee? Well, let him liked bee Both of himself, and also (which I would be lothe) of thee. And if I catch him he shall feele that in my body is The force that should bee. I shall paunch him quicke. Those limbes of his I will in peeces teare, and strew them in the feeldes, and in Thy waters, if he doo thee haunt. For I doo swelt within. And being chaafte the flame dooth burne more feerce to my unrest. Mee thinks mount Aetna with his force is closed in my brest. And yit it nothing moveth thee. As soone as he had talkt Thus much in vayne, (I sawe well all) he rose: and fuming stalkt Among his woodes and woonted Lawndes, as dooth a Bulchin, when The Cow is from him tane. He could him no where rest as then. Anon the feend espyed mee and Acis where wee lay, Before wee wist or feared it: and crying out gan say: I see yee. And confounded myght I bee with endlesse shame, But if I make this day the last agreement of your game. Theis woordes were spoke with such a reere as verry well became An angry Giant. Aetna shooke with lowdnesse of the same. I scaard therwith dopt underneathe the water, and the knyght Simethus turning streyght his backe, did give himself to flyght, And cryed: Help mee Galate, help parents I you pray, And in your kingdome mee receyve whoo perrish must streyghtway. The roundeyd devill made pursewt: and rending up a fleece Of Aetna Rocke, threw after him: of which a little peece Did Acis overtake. And yit as little as it was, It overwhelmed Acis whole. I wretched wyght (alas) Did that which destnyes would permit. Foorthwith I brought to passe That Acis should receyve the force his father had before. His scarlet blood did issue from the lump, and more and more Within a whyle the rednesse gan to vannish: and the hew Resembled at the first a brooke with rayne distroubled new, Which wexeth cleere by length of tyme. Anon the lump did clyve, And from the hollow cliffe therof hygh reedes sprang up alyve. And at the hollow issue of the stone the bubling water Came trickling out. And by and by (which is a woondrous matter) The stripling with a wreath of reede about his horned head Avaunst his body to the waste. Whoo (save he was that stead Much biggar than he erst had beene, and altogither gray) Was Acis still. And being turnd to water, at this day In shape of river still he beares his former name away.

 The Lady Galat ceast her talk and streyght the companye brake. And Neryes daughters parting thence, swam in the gentle lake. Dame Scylla home ageine returnd. (Shee durst not her betake To open sea) and eyther roamd uppon the sandy shore Stark naakt, or when for weerinesse shee could not walk no more, Shee then withdrew her out of syght and gate her to a poole, And in the water of the same, her heated limbes did coole. Behold the fortune. Glaucus (whoo then being late before Transformed in Ewboya Ile uppon Anthedon shore, Was new becomme a dweller in the sea) as he did swim Along the coast was tane in love at syght of Scylla trim, And spake such woordes as he did think myght make her tarry still. Yit fled shee still, and swift for feare shee gate her to a hill That butted on the Sea. Ryght steepe and upward sharp did shoote A loftye toppe with trees, beneathe was hollowe at the foote. Heere Scylla stayd and being sauf by strongnesse of the place, (Not knowing if he monster were, or God, that did her chace,) Shee looked backe. And woondring at his colour and his heare With which his shoulders and his backe all wholly covered were, Shee saw his neather parts were like a fish with tayle wrythde round Who leaning to the neerest Rocke, sayd thus with lowd cleere sound: Fayre mayd, I neyther monster am nor cruell savage beast: But of the sea a God, whoose powre and favour is not least. For neyther Protew in the sea nor Triton have more myght Nor yit the sonne of Athamas that now Palaemon hyght. Yit once I was a mortall man. But you must know that I Was given to seawoorkes, and in them mee only did apply. For sumtyme I did draw the drag in which the fishes were, And sumtyme sitting on the cliffes I angled heere and there. There butteth on a fayre greene mede a bank wherof t'one half Is cloasd with sea, the rest is clad with herbes which never calf, Nor horned Ox, nor seely sheepe, nor shakheard Goate did feede. The busye Bee did never there of flowres sweet smelling speede. No gladsum garlonds ever there were gathered for the head. No hand those flowers ever yit with hooked sythe did shred. I was the first that ever set my foote uppon that plot. Now as I dryde my dropping netts, and layd abrode my lotte, To tell how many fishes had bychaunce to net beene sent, Or through theyr owne too lyght beeleefe on bayted hooke beene hent: (The matter seemeth like a lye, but what avayles to lye?) As soone as that my pray had towcht the grasse, it by and by Began to move, and flask theyr finnes, and swim uppon the drye, As in the Sea. And as I pawsd and woondred at the syght, My draught of fishes everychone to seaward tooke theyr flyght, And leaping from the shore, forsooke theyr newfound mayster quyght. I was amazed at the thing: and standing long in dowt, I sought the cause if any God had brought this same abowt, Or else sum jewce of herb. And as I so did musing stand, What herb (quoth I) hath such a powre? And gathering with my hand The grasse, I bote it with my toothe. My throte had scarcely yit Well swallowed downe the uncouth jewce, when like an agew fit I felt myne inwards soodeinly to shake, and with the same, A love of other nature in my brest with violence came. And long I could it not resist, but sayd: Deere land, adeew, For never shall I haunt thee more. And with that woord I threw My bodye in the sea. The Goddes thereof receyving mee, Vouchsaved in theyr order mee installed for to bee, Desyring old Oceanus and Thetis for theyr sake, The rest of my mortalitie away from mee to take. They hallowed mee, and having sayd nyne tymes the holy ryme That purgeth all prophanednesse, they charged mee that tyme To put my brestbulk underneathe a hundred streames. Anon The brookes from sundry coastes and all the Seas did ryde uppon My head. From whence as soone as I returned, by and by I felt my self farre otherwyse through all my limbes, than I Had beene before. And in my mynd I was another man. Thus farre of all that mee befell make just report I can. Thus farre I beare in mynd. The rest my mynd perceyved not. Then first of all this hory greene gray grisild beard I got, And this same bush of heare which all along the seas I sweepe, And theis same myghty shoulders, and theis grayish armes, and feete Confounded into finned fish. But what avayleth mee This goodly shape, and of the Goddes of sea to loved bee? Or for to be a God my self, if they delyght not thee? As he was speaking this, and still about to utter more, Dame Scylla him forsooke: wherat he wexing angry sore, And beeing quickened with repulse, in rage he tooke his way To Circes, Titans daughters, Court which full of monsters lay. Now had th'Ewboyan fisherman (whoo lately was becomme A God of sea to dwell in sea for ay,) alreadye swomme Past Aetna which uppon the face of Giant Typho lyes, Toogither with the pasture of the Cyclops which defyes Both Plough and harrowe, and by teemes of Oxen sets no store: And Zancle , and crackt Rhegion which stands a tother shore: And eeke the rough and shipwrecke sea which being hemmed in With two mayne landes on eyther syde, is as a bound betwin The frutefull Realmes of Italy and Sicill. From that place He cutting through the Tyrrhene sea with both his armes apace, Arryved at the grassye hilles and at the Palace hye Of Circe, Phoebus imp, which full of sundry beastes did lye. When Glaucus in her presence came, and had her greeted, and Receyved freendly welcomming and greeting at her hand, He sayd: O Goddesse, pitie mee a God, I thee desyre. Thou only (if at least thou think mee woorthy so great hyre) Canst ease this love of myne. No wyght dooth better know than I The powre of herbes, whoo late ago transformed was therby. And now to open unto thee of this my greef the ground, Uppon th'Italyan shore ageinst Messene walls I found Fayre Scylla. Shame it is to tell how scornfull shee did take The gentle woordes and promises and sute that I did make. But if that any powre at all consist in charmes, then let That sacret mouth of thyne cast charmes: or if more force bee set In herbes to compasse things withall, then use the herbes that have Most strength in woorking. Neyther think, I hither come to crave A medcine for to heale myself and cure my wounded hart: I force no end. I would have her bee partener of my smart. But Circe (for no natures are more lyghtly set on fyre Than such as shee is) (whither that the cause of this desyre Were only in herself, or that Dame Venus bearing ay In mynd her fathers deede in once disclosing of her play, Did stirre her heereunto) sayd thus: It were a better way For thee to fancye such a one whoose will and whole desyre Is bent to thine, and whoo is sindgd with selfsame kynd of fyre. Thou woorthye art of sute to thee. And (credit mee) thou shouldst Bee woode in deede, if any hope of speeding give thou wouldst. And therefore dowt not. Only of thy beawtye lyking have. Lo, I whoo am a Goddesse and the imp of Phoebus brave, Whoo can so much by charmes, whoo can so much by herbes, doo vow My self to thee. If I disdeine, disdeine mee also thow. And if I yeeld, yeeld thou likewyse: and in one only deede Avenge thy self of twayne. To her intreating thus to speede, First trees shall grow (quoth Glaucus) in the sea, and reeke shall thryve In toppes of hilles, ere I (as long as Scylla is alyve) Doo chaunge my love. The Goddesse wext ryght wroth: and sith she could Not hurt his persone beeing falne in love with him, ne would: Shee spyghted her that was preferd before her. And uppon Displeasure tane of this repulse, shee went her way anon. And wicked weedes of grisly jewce toogither shee did bray, And in the braying, witching charmes shee over them did say. And putting on a russet cloke, shee passed through the rowt Of savage beastes that in her court came fawning round abowt, And going unto Rhegion cliffe which standes ageinst the shore Of Zancle , entred by and by the waters that doo rore With violent tydes, uppon the which shee stood as on firme land, And ran and never wet her feete a whit. There was at hand A little plash that bowwed like a bowe that standeth bent, Where Scylla woonted was to rest herself, and thither went From rage of sea and ayre, what tyme the sonne amid the skye Is hotest making shadowes short by mounting up on hye. This plash did Circe then infect ageinst that Scylla came, And with her poysons which had powre most monstrous shapes to frame Defyled it. Shee sprincled there the jewce of venymd weedes, And thryce nyne tymes with witching mouth shee softly mumbling, reedes A charme ryght darke of uncouth woordes. No sooner Scylla came Within this plash, and to the waast had waded in the same, But that shee sawe her hinderloynes with barking buggs atteint. And at the first, not thinking with her body they were meynt As parts therof, shee started back, and rated them. And sore Shee was afrayd the eager curres should byght her. But the more Shee shonned them, the surer still shee was to have them there. In seeking where her loynes, and thyghes, and feet and ancles were, Chappes like the chappes of Cerberus in stead of them shee found. Nought else was there than cruell curres from belly downe to ground. So underneathe misshaped loynes and womb remayning sound, Her mannish mastyes backes were ay within the water drownd. Her lover Glaucus wept therat, and Circes bed refusde That had so passing cruelly her herbes on Scylla usde. But Scylla in that place abode. And for the hate shee bore To Circeward, (assoone as meete occasion servde therfore) Shee spoyld Ulysses of his mates. And shortly after, shee Had also drownd the Trojane fleete, but that (as yit wee see) Shee was transformd to rock of stone, which shipmen warely shonne.

 When from this Rocke the Trojane fleete by force of Ores had wonne, And from Charybdis greedye gulf, and were in manner readye To have arryvde in Italy , the wynd did ryse so heady, And that it drave them backe uppon the coast of Affricke. There The Tyrian Queene (whoo afterward unpaciently should beare The going of this Trojane prince away) did enterteine Aenaeas in her house, and was ryght glad of him and fayne. Uppon a Pyle made underneathe pretence of sacrifyse Shee goard herself upon a swoord, and in most wofull wyse As shee herself had beene beguyld: so shee beguyled all. Eftsoone Aenaeas flying from the newly reered wall Of Carthage in that sandy land, retyred backe agen To Sicill, where his faythfull freend Acestes reignd. And when He there had doone his sacrifyse, and kept an Obit at His fathers tumb, he out of hand did mend his Gallyes that Dame Iris, Junos messenger, had burned up almost. And sayling thence he kept his course aloof along the coast Of Aeolye and of Vulcanes lies the which of brimston smol And passing by the Meremayds rocks, (His Pilot by a stroke Of tempest being drownd in sea) he sayld by Prochite, and Inarime , and (which uppon a barreine hill dooth stand) The land of Ape Ile, which dooth take that name of people s'ie There dwelling. For the Syre of Goddes abhorring utterly The leawdnesse of the Cercops, and theyr wilfull perjurye, And eeke theyr guylefull dealing did transforme them everyclone Into an evillfavored kynd of beast: that beeing none They myght yit still resemble men. He knit in lesser space Theyr members, and he beate mee flat theyr noses to theyr face, The which he filled furrowlike with wrinckles every where. He clad theyr bodyes over all with fallow coulourd heare, And put them into this same Ile to dwell forever there. But first he did bereeve them of the use of speeche and toong, Which they to cursed perjurye did use bothe old and yoong. To chatter hoarcely, and to shreeke, to jabber, and to squeake,