Now when the kings Ambassadour returned home withoutThe succour of th'Aetolian prince, the Rutills being stoutMade luckelesse warre without theyr help: and much on eyther sydeWas shed of blood. Behold king Turne made burning bronds to glydeUppon theyr shippes, and they that had escaped water, stoode In feare of fyre. The flame had sindgd the pitch, the wax, and wood,And other things that nourish fyre, and ronning up the masteCaught hold uppon the sayles, and all the takling gan to waste,The Rowers seates did also smoke: when calling to her myndThat theis same shippes were pynetrees erst and shaken with the wynd On Ida mount, the moother of the Goddes, dame Cybel, filldThe ayre with sound of belles, and noyse of shalmes. And as shee hilldThe reynes that rulde the Lyons tame which drew her charyot, sheeSayd thus: O Turnus, all in vayne theis wicked hands of theeDoo cast this fyre. For by myself dispoynted it shall bee. I wilnot let the wasting fyre consume theis shippes which areA parcell of my forest Ide of which I am most chare.It thundred as the Goddesse spake, and with the thunder cameA storme of rayne and skipping hayle, and soodeyne with the sameThe sonnes of Astrey meeting feerce and feyghting verry sore, Did trouble bothe the sea and ayre and set them on a rore.Dame Cybel using one of them to serve her turne that tyde,Did breake the Cables at the which the Trojane shippes did ryde,And bare them prone, and underneathe the water did them dryve.The Timber of them softning turnd to bodyes streyght alyve. The stemmes were turnd to heades, the ores to swimming feete and toes,The sydes to ribbes, the keele that through the middle gaily goesBecame the ridgebone of the backe, the sayles and tackling, heare:And into armes on eyther syde the sayleyards turned were.Theyr hew is duskye as before, and now in shape of mayd They play among the waves of which even now they were afrayd.And beeing Sea nymphes, wheras they were bred in mountaynes hard,They haunt for ay the water soft, and never afterwardHad mynd to see theyr natyve soyle. But yit forgetting notHow many perills they had felt on sea by lucklesse lot, They often put theyr helping hand to shippes distrest by wynd,Onlesse that any caryed Greekes. For bearing still in myndThe burning of the towne of Troy, they hate the Greekes by kynd.And therfore of Ulysses shippes ryght glad they were to seeThe shivers, and as glad they were as any glad myght bee, To see Alcinous shippes wex hard and turned into stone.Theis shippes thus having gotten lyfe and beeing turnd each oneTo nymphes, a body would have thought the miracle so greateShould into Turnus wicked hart sum godly feare have beate,And made him cease his wilfull warre. But he did still persist. And eyther partye had theyr Goddes theyr quarrell to assist,And courage also: which as good as Goddes myght well be thought.In fyne they neyther for the Realme nor for the scepter sought,Nor for the Lady Lavine: but for conquest. And for shameTo seeme to shrinke in leaving warre, they still prolongd the same. At length dame Venus sawe her sonne obteyne the upper hand.King Turnus fell, and eeke the towne of Ardea which did standRyght strong in hygh estate as long as Turnus lived. ButAssoone as that Aenaeas swoord to death had Turnus put,The towne was set on fyre: and from amid the embers flew A fowle which till that present tyme no persone ever knew,And beete the ashes feercely up with flapping of his wing.The leanenesse, palenesse, dolefull sound, and every other thingThat may expresse a Citie sakt, yea and the Cities nameRemayned still unto the bird. And now the verrye same With Hernesewes fethers dooth bewayle the towne wherof it came.

And now Aenaeas prowesse had compelled all the GoddesAnd Juno also (whoo with him was most of all at oddes)To cease theyr old displeasure quyght. And now he having laydGood ground wheron the growing welth of July myght be stayd, Was rype for heaven. And Venus had great sute already madeTo all the Goddes, and cleeping Jove did thus with him perswade:Deere father, whoo hast never beene uncurtuous unto mee,Now shewe the greatest courtesie (I pray thee) that may bee.And on my sonne Aenaeas (whoo a graundchyld unto thee Hath got of my blood) if thou wilt vouchsafe him awght at all)Vouchsafe sum Godhead to bestowe, although it bee but small.It is ynough that once he hathe alreadye seene the RealmeOf Pluto utter pleasurelesse, and passed Styxis streame.The Goddes assented: neyther did Queene Juno then appeere In countnance straunge, but did consent with glad and merry cheere.Then Jove: Aenaeas woorthy is a saynct in heaven to bee.Thy wish for whom thou doost it wish I graunt thee frank and free.This graunt of his made Venus glad. Shee thankt him for the same.And glyding through the aire uppon her yoked doves, shee came To Lawrent shore, where clad with reede the river Numicke deepeTo seaward (which is neere at hand) with stealing pace dooth creepe.Shee bade this river wash away what ever mortall wereIn good Aenaeas bodye, and them under sea to beare.The horned brooke fulfilld her hest, and with his water sheere Did purge and clenze Aenaeas from his mortall body cleere.The better porcion of him did remayne unto him sownd.His moother having hallowed him did noynt his bodye rowndWith heavenly odours, and did touch his mouth with AmbrosieThe which was mixt with Nectar sweete, and made him by and by A God to whom the Romanes give the name of Indiges,Endevering with theyr temples and theyr altars him to please.Ascanius with the dowble name from thence began to reigne,In whom the rule of Alba and of Latium did remayne.

Next him succeeded Silvius, whoose sonne Latinus hild The auncient name and scepter which his graundsyre erst did weeld.The famous Epit after this Latinus did succeede.Then Capys and king Capetus. But Capys was indeedeThe formest of the two. From this the scepter of the RealmeDescended unto Tyberine, whoo drowning in the streame Of Tyber left that name thereto. This Tyberine begatFeerce Remulus and Acrota. By chaunce it hapned thatThe elder brother Remulus for counterfetting oftThe thunder, with a thunderbolt was killed from aloft.From Acrota whoose stayednesse did passe his brothers skill, The crowne did come to Aventine, whoo in the selfsame hillIn which he reygned buryed lyes, and left therto his name.The rule of nation Palatine at length to Proca came.In this Kings reigne Pomona livd. There was not to bee foundAmong the woodnymphes any one in all the Latian ground That was so conning for to keepe an Ortyard as was shee,Nor none so paynefull to preserve the frute of every tree.And theruppon shee had her name. Shee past not for the woodesNor rivers, but the villages and boughes that bare bothe buddesAnd plentuous frute. In sted of dart a shredding hooke shee bare, With which the overlusty boughes shee eft away did pareThat spreaded out too farre, and eft did make therwith a riftTo greffe another imp uppon the stocke within the clift.And lest her trees should die through drought, with water of the springsShee moysteth of theyr sucking roots the little crumpled strings. This was her love and whole delyght. And as for Venus deedes,Shee had no mynd at all of them. And forbycause shee dreedesEnforcement by the countrye folke, shee walld her yards about,Not suffring any man at all to enter in or out.What have not those same nimble laddes so apt to frisk and daunce The Satyrs doone? Or what the Pannes that wantonly doo praunceWith horned forheads? And the old Silenus whoo is ayMore youthfull than his yeeres? And eeke the feend that scares awayThe theeves and robbers with his hooke, or with his privy partTo winne her love? But yit than theis a farre more constant hart Had sly Vertumnus, though he sped no better than the rest.O Lord, how often being in a moawers garment drest,Bare he in bundells sheaves of come? And when he so was dyght,He was the verry patterne of a harvest moawer ryght.Oft bynding newmade hay about his temples he myght seeme A haymaker. Oft tymes in hand made hard with woork extreemeHe bare a goade, that men would sweere he had but newly thenUnyoakt his weerye Oxen. Had he tane in hand agenA shredding hooke, yee would have thought hee had a gardener beene,Or proyner of sum vynes. Or had you him with ladder seene Uppon his necke, a gatherer of frute yee would him deeme.With swoord a souldier, with his rod an Angler he did seeme.And finally in many shapes he sought to fynd accesseTo joy the beawty but by syght, that did his hart oppresse.Moreover, putting on his head a womans wimple gay, And staying by a staffe, graye heares he foorth to syght did layUppon his forehead, and did feyne a beldame for to bee,By meanes wherof he came within her goodly ortyards free.And woondring at the frute, sayd: Much more skill hast thou I seeThan all the Nymphes of Albula. Hayle, Lady myne, the flowre Unspotted of pure maydenhod in all the world this howre.And with that woord he kissed her a little: but his kisseWas such as trew old women would have never given ywis.Then sitting downe uppon a bank, he looked upward atThe braunches bent with harvests weyght. Ageinst him where he sat A goodly Elme with glistring grapes did growe: which after heeHad praysed, and the vyne likewyse that ran uppon the tree:But if (quoth hee) this Elme without the vyne did single stand,It should have nothing (saving leaves) to bee desyred: andAgeine if that the vyne which ronnes uppon the Elme had nat The tree to leane unto, it should uppon the ground ly flat.Yit art not thou admonisht by example of this treeTo take a husband, neyther doost thou passe to maryed bee.But would to God thou wouldest. Sure Queene Helen never hadMo suters, nor the Lady that did cause the battell mad Betweene the halfbrute Centawres and the Lapythes, nor the wyfeOf bold Ulysses whoo was eeke ay fearefull of his lyfe,Than thou shouldst have. For thousands now (even now most cheefly whenThou seemest suters to abhorre) desyre thee, both of men,And Goddes and halfgoddes, yea and all the fayryes that doo dwell In Albane hilles. But if thou wilt bee wyse, and myndest wellTo match thy self, and wilt give eare to this old woman heere,(To whom thou more than to them all art (trust mee) leef and deere,And more than thou thyself beleevst) the common matches flee,And choose Vertumnus to thy make. And take thou mee to bee His pledge. For more he to himself not knowen is, than to mee.He roves not like a ronneagate through all the world abrode,This countrye heerabout (the which is large) is his abode.He dooth not (like a number of theis common wooers) castHis love to every one he sees. Thou art the first and last That ever he set mynd uppon. Alonly unto theeHee vowes himself as long as lyfe dooth last. Moreover heeIs youthfull, and with beawtye sheene endewd by natures gift,And aptly into any shape his persone he can shift.Thou canst not bid him bee the thing, (though al things thou shouldst name) But that he fitly and with ease will streyght becomme the same.Besydes all this, in all one thing bothe twayne of you delyght,And of the frutes that you love best the firstlings are his ryght:And gladly he receyves thy gifts. But neyther covets heeThy Apples, Plommes, nor other frutes new gathered from the tree, Nor yit the herbes of pleasant sent that in thy gardynes bee:Nor any other kynd of thing in all the world, but thee.Have mercy on his fervent love, and think himself to craveHeere present by the mouth of mee, the thing that he would have.And feare the God that may revenge: as Venus whoo dooth hate Hard harted folkes, and Rhamnuse whoo dooth eyther soone or lateExpresse her wrath with myndfull wreake. And to th'entent thou mayThe more beware, of many things which tyme by long delayHathe taught mee, I will shewe thee one which over all the landOf Cyprus blazed is abrode, which being ryghtly skand May easly bow thy hardned hart and make it for to yild.

One Iphis borne of lowe degree by fortune had behildThe Ladye Anaxarete descended of the raceOf Tewcer, and in vewwing her the fyre of love apaceDid spred it self through all his bones. With which he stryving long, When reason could not conquer rage bycause it was too strong,Came humbly to the Ladyes house: and one whyle laying opeHis wretched love before her nurce, besought her by the hopeOf Lady Anaxarete her nurcechylds good successe,Shee would not bee ageinst him in that cace of his distresse. Another whyle entreating fayre sum freend of hers, he praydHim earnestly with carefull voyce, of furthrance and of ayd.Oftymes he did preferre his sute by gentle letters sent.Oft garlonds moysted with the deawe of teares that from him wentHe hanged on her postes. Oft tymes his tender sydes he layd Ageinst the threshold hard, and oft in sadnesse did upbraydThe locke with much ungentlenesse. The Lady cruellerThan are the rysing narrowe seas, or falling Kiddes, and farreMore hard than steele of Noricum, and than the stonny rockeThat in the quarrye hath his roote, did him despyse and mock. Besyde her dooings mercylesse, of statelynesse and spyghtShee adding prowd and skornefull woordes, defrauds the wretched wyghtOf verry hope. But Iphis now unable any moreTo beare the torment of his greef, still standing there beforeHer gate, spake theis his latest woordes: Well, Anaxarete, Thou hast the upper hand. Hencefoorth thou shalt not neede to beeAgreeved any more with mee. Go tryumph hardely:Go vaunt thy self with joy: go sing the song of victorye:Go put a crowne of glittring bay uppon thy cruell head.For why thou hast the upper hand, and I am gladly dead. Well, steely harted, well: rejoyce. Compeld yit shalt thou beeOf sumwhat in mee for to have a lyking. Thou shalt seeA poynt wherein thou mayst mee deeme most thankfull unto thee,And in the end thou shalt confesse the great desert of mee.But yit remember that as long as lyfe in mee dooth last, The care of thee shall never from this hart of myne be cast.For bothe the lyfe that I doo live in hope of thee, and totherWhich nature giveth, shall have end and passe away toogither.The tydings neyther of my death shall come to thee by fame.Myself (I doo assure thee) will bee bringer of the same. Myself (I say) will present bee that those same cruell eyenOf thyne may feede themselves uppon this livelesse corce of myne.But yit, O Goddes, (if you behold mennes deedes) remember mee.(My toong will serve to pray no more) and cause that I may beeLongtyme heerafter spoken of: and length the lyfe by fame The which yee have abridgd in yeeres. In saying of this sameHe lifted up his watrye eyes and armes that wexed wanTo those same stulpes which oft he had with garlondes deckt ere than,And fastning on the topps therof a halter thus did say:Thou cruell and ungodly wyght, theis are the wreathes that may Most pleasure thee. And with that woord he thrusting in his head,Even then did turne him towards her as good as being dead,And wretchedly did totter on the poste with strangled throte.The wicket which his feerefull feete in sprawling maynely smote,Did make a noyse: and flying ope bewrayd his dooing playne. The servants shreekt, and lifting up his bodye, but in vayne,Conveyd him to his moothers house, his father erst was slayne.His moother layd him in her lappe, and cleeping in her armesHer sonnes cold bodye, after that shee had bewayld her harmesWith woordes and dooings mootherlyke, the corce with moorning cheere To buryall sadly through the towne was borne uppon a beere.The house of Anaxarete by chaunce was neere the wayBy which this piteous pomp did passe. And of the doolefull layThe sound came to the eares of her, whom God alreadye ganTo strike. Yit let us see (quoth shee) the buryall of this man. And up the hygh wyde windowde house in saying so, shee ran.Scarce had shee well on Iphis lookt that on the beere did lye,But that her eyes wext stark: and from her limbes the blood gan flye.In stead therof came palenesse in. And as shee backeward wasIn mynd to go, her feete stacke fast and could not stirre. And as Shee would have cast her countnance backe, shee could not doo it. AndThe stonny hardnesse which alate did in her stomacke stand,Within a whyle did overgrow her whole from sole to crowne.And lest you think this geere surmysde, even yit in Salamin towneOf Lady Anaxarete the image standeth playne. The temple also in the which the image dooth remayne,Is unto Venus consecrate by name of Looker Out.And therfore weying well theis things, I prey thee looke aboutGood Lady, and away with pryde: and be content to frameThy self to him that loveth thee and cannot quench his flame. So neyther may the Lentons cold thy budding frutetrees killNor yit the sharp and boystous wyndes thy flowring Gardynes spill.The God that can uppon him take what kynd of shape he listNow having sayd thus much in vayne, omitted to persistIn beldames shape, and shewde himself a lusty gentleman,Appeering to her cheerefully, even like as Phebus whanHee having overcomme the clowdes that did withstand his myght,Dooth blaze his brightsum beames agein with fuller heate and lyght.He offred force, but now no force was needfull in the cace.For why shee beeing caught in love with beawty of his face, Was wounded then as well as hee, and gan to yeeld apace.

Next Proca, reignd Amulius in Awsonye by wrong,Till Numitor, the ryghtfull heyre, deposed verry long,Was by his daughters sonnes restorde. And on the feastfull dayOf Pale, foundation of the walles of Rome they gan to lay. Soone after Tacye, and the Lordes of Sabine stird debate:And Tarpey for her traytrous deede in opening of the gateOf Tarpey towre was prest to death according to desertWith armour heapt uppon her head. Then feerce and stowt of hartThe Sabines like to toonglesse woolves without all noyse of talke Assayld the Romanes in theyr sleepe, and to the gates gan stalkeWhich Ilias sonne had closed fast with lockes and barres. But yitDame Juno had set open one, and as shee opened itHad made no noyse of craking with the hindges, so that nonePerceyvd the opening of the gate but Venus all alone. And shee had shet it up, but that it is not lawfull toOne God to undoo any thing another God hath doo.The water nymphes of Awsonie hild all the groundes aboutThe Church of Janus where was store of springs fresh flowing out.Dame Venus prayd theis nymphes of help. And they considering that The Goddesse did request no more but ryght, denyde it nat.They opened all theyr fountayne veynes and made them flowe apace.Howbee't the passage was not yit to Janus open faceForclosed: neyther had as yit the water stopt the way.They put rank brimstone underneathe the flowing spring that day, And eeke with smokye rozen set theyr veynes on fyre for ay.Through force of theis and other things, the vapour perced loweEven downe unto the verry rootes on which the springs did growe.So that the waters which alate in coldnesse myght compareEven with the frozen Alpes, now hot as burning furnace are. The two gate posts with sprinkling of the fyry water smoakt.Wherby the gate beehyghted to the Sabines quyght was choaktWith rysing of this fountaine straunge, untill that Marsis knyghtHad armed him. Then Romulus did boldly offer fyght.The Romane ground with Sabines and with Romanes bothe were spred. And with the blood of fathrinlawes which wicked swoord had shedFlowde mixt the blood of sonneinlawes. Howbee't it seemed bestTo bothe the partyes at the length from battell for to rest,And not to fyght to uttrance: and that Tacye should becoomeCopartner with king Romulus of sovereintye in Rome. Within a whyle king Tacye dyde: and bothe the Sabines andThe Romanes under Romulus in equall ryght did stand.The God of battell putting off his glittring helmet then,With such like woordes as theis bespake the syre of Goddes and men:The tyme, father (in as much as now the Romane state Is wexen strong uppon the good foundation layd alate,Depending on the stay of one) is comme for thee to makeThy promis good which thou of mee and of thy graundchyld spake:Which was to take him from the earth and in the heaven him stay.Thou once (I markt thy gracious woordes and bare them well away) Before a great assembly of the Goddes didst to mee sayThere shalbee one whom thou shalt rayse above the starry skye.Now let thy saying take effect. Jove graunting by and byThe ayre was hid with darksom clowdes, and thunder foorth did fly,And lyghtning made the world agast. Which Mars perceyving to Bee luckye tokens for himself his enterpryse to do,Did take his rist uppon his speare and boldly lept intoHis bloodye charyot. And he lent his horses with his whippeA yirking lash, and through the ayre full smoothely downe did slippe.And staying on the woody toppe of mountayne Palatine, He tooke away king Romulus whoo there did then defyneThe pryvate caces of his folk unseemly for a king.And as a leaden pellet broade enforced from a slingIs woont to dye amid the skye: even so his mortall fleshSank from him downe the suttle ayre. In sted wherof a fresh And goodly shape more stately and more meete for sacred shryneSucceeded, like our Quirin that in stately robe dooth shyne.Hersilia for her feere as lost, of moorning made none end,Untill Queene Juno did commaund dame Iris to discendUppon the Raynebowe downe, and thus her message for to doo: O of the Latian country and the Sabine nacion tooThou peerlesse perle of womanhod, most woorthy for to beeThe wyfe of such a noble prince as heertofore was hee,And still to bee the wyfe of him canonized by name,Of Quirin: cease thy teares. And if thou have desyre the same Thy holy husband for to see, ensew mee to the queacheThat groweth greene on Quirins hill, whoose shadowes overreacheThe temple of the Romane king. Dame Iris did obey.And slyding by her paynted bowe, in former woordes did sayHer errand to Hersilia. Shee scarce lifting up her eyes With sober countnance answerd: O thou Goddesse (for surmyseI cannot whoo thou art, but yit I well may understandThou art a Goddesse) leede mee, O deere Goddesse, leede mee, andMy husband to mee shewe. Whom if the fatall susters threeWill of theyr gracious goodnesse graunt mee leave but once to see, I shall account mee into heaven receyved for to bee.Immediatly with Thawmants imp to Quirins hill shee went.There glyding from the sky a starre streyght downe to ground was sent,The sparkes of whoose bryght blazing beames did burne Hersilias heare.And with the starre the ayre did up her heare to heavenward beare. The buylder of the towne of Rome receyving streyght the sameBetweene his old acquaynted handes, did alter both her nameAnd eeke her bodye, calling her dame Ora. And by thisShee joyntly with her husband for a Goddesse woorshipt is.