As soone as Minos came aland in Crete, he by and byPerformde his vowes to Jupiter in causing for to dieA hundred Bulles for sacrifice. And then he did adorneHis Pallace with the enmies spoyles by conquest wonne beforne.The slaunder of his house encreast: and now appeared more The mothers filthie whoredome by the monster that she boreOf double shape, an ugly thing. This shamefull infamie,This monster borne him by his wife he mindes by pollicieTo put away, and in a house with many nookes and krinksFrom all mens sights and speach of folke to shet it up he thinks. Immediatly one Daedalus renowmed in that landeFor fine devise and workmanship in building, went in handTo make it. He confounds his worke with sodaine stops and stayes,And with the great uncertaintie of sundrie winding wayesLeades in and out, and to and fro, at divers doores astray. And as with trickling streame the Brooke Maeander seemes to playIn Phrygia, and with doubtfull race runnes counter to and fro,And meeting with himselfe doth looke if all his streame or noCome after, and retiring eft cleane backward to his springAnd marching eft to open Sea as streight as any string, Indenteth with reversed streame: even so of winding wayesUnnumerable Daedalus within his worke convayes.Yea scarce himselfe could find the meanes to winde himselfe well out:So busie and so intricate the house was all about.Within this Maze did Minos shet the Monster that did beare The shape of man and Bull. And when he twise had fed him thereWith bloud of Atticke Princes sonnes that given for tribute were,The third time at the ninth yeares end the lot did chaunce to lightOn Theseus, King Aegaeus sonne: who like a valiant KnightDid overcome the Minotaur: and by the pollicie Of Minos eldest daughter (who had taught him for to tieA clew of Linnen at the doore to guide himselfe thereby)As busie as the turnings were, his way he out did finde,Which never man had done before. And streight he having winde,With Minos daughter sailde away to Dia: where (unkinde And cruell creature that he was) he left hir post aloneUpon the shore. Thus desolate and making dolefull moneGod Bacchus did both comfort hir and take hir to his bed.And with an everlasting starre the more hir fame to spred,He tooke the Chaplet from hir head, and up to Heaven it threw. The Chaplet thirled through the Aire: and as it gliding flew,The precious stones were turnd to starres which biased cleare and bright,And tooke their place (continuing like a Chaplet still to sight)Amid betweene the Kneeler Downe and him that gripes the Snake.

Now in this while gan Daedalus a wearinesse to take Of living like a banisht man and prisoner such a timeIn Crete, and longed in his heart to see his native Clime.But Seas enclosed him as if he had in prison be.Then thought he: though both Sea and Land King Minos stop fro me,I am assurde he cannot stop the Aire and open Skie. To make my passage that way then my cunning will I trie.Although that Minos like a Lord held all the world beside:Yet doth the Aire from Minos yoke for all men free abide.This sed: to uncoth Arts he bent the force of all his witsTo alter natures course by craft. And orderly he knits A rowe of fethers one by one, beginning with the short,And overmatching still eche quill with one of longer sort,That on the shoring of a hill a man would thinke them grow.Even so the countrie Organpipes of Oten reedes ir rowEch higher than another rise. Then fastned he with Flax The middle quilles, and joyned in the lowest sort with Wax.And when he thus had finisht them, a little he them bentIn compasse, that the verie Birdes they full might represent.There stoode me by him Icarus, his sonne, a pretie Lad.Who knowing not that he in handes his owne destruction had, With smiling mouth did one while blow the fethers to and froWhich in the Aire on wings of Birds did flask not long ago:And with his thumbes another while he chafes the yelow WaxAnd lets his fathers wondrous worke with childish toyes and knacks.As soon as that the worke was done, the workman by and by Did peyse his bodie on his wings, and in the Aire on hieHung wavering: and did teach his sonne how he should also flie.I warne thee (quoth he), Icarus, a middle race to keepe.For if thou hold too low a gate, the dankenesse of the deepeWill overlade thy wings with wet. And if thou mount too hie, The Sunne will sindge them. Therfore see betweene them both thou flie.I bid thee not behold the Starre Bootes in the Skie.Nor looke upon the bigger Beare to make thy course thereby,Nor yet on Orions naked sword. But ever have an eieTo keepe the race that I doe keepe, and I will guide thee right. In giving counsell to his sonne to order well his flight,He fastned to his shoulders twaine a paire of uncoth wings.And as he was in doing it and warning him of things,His aged cheekes were wet, his hands did quake, in fine he gaveHis sonne a kisse the last that he alive should ever have. And then he mounting up aloft before him tooke his wayRight fearfull for his followers sake: as is the Bird the dayThat first she tolleth from hir nest among the braunches hieHir tender yong ones in the Aire to teach them for to flie.So heartens he his little sonne to follow teaching him A hurtfull Art. His owne two wings he waveth verie trim,And looketh backward still upon his sonnes. The fishermenThen standing angling by the Sea, and shepeherdes leaning thenOn sheepehookes, and the Ploughmen on the handles of their Plough,Beholding them, amazed were: and thought that they that through The Aire could flie were Gods. And now did on their left side standThe Iles of Paros and of Dele and Samos, Junos land:And on their right, Lebinthos and the faire Calydna fraughtWith store of honie: when the Boy a frolicke courage caughtTo flie at randon. Whereupon forsaking quight his guide, Of fond desire to flie to Heaven, above his boundes he stide.And there the nerenesse of the Sunne which burnd more hote aloft,Did make the Wax (with which his wings were glewed) lithe and soft.As soone as that the Wax was molt, his naked armes he shakes,And wanting wherewithall to wave no helpe of Aire he takes. But calling on his father loud he drowned in the wave:And by this chaunce of his those Seas his name for ever have.His wretched Father (but as then no father) cride in feare:O Icarus, O Icarus, where art thou? tell me whereThat I may finde thee, Icarus. He saw the fethers swim Upon the waves, and curst his Art that so had spighted him.At last he tooke his bodie up and laid it in a grave,And to the Ile the name of him then buried in it gave.And as he of his wretched sonne the corse in ground did hide,The cackling Partrich from a thicke and leavie thorne him spide, And clapping with his wings for joy aloud to call began.There was of that same kinde of Birde no mo but he as than.In times forepast had none bene seene. It was but late anewSince he was made a bird: and that thou, Daedalus, mayst rew:For whyle the world doth last thy shame shall thereupon ensew. For why thy sister, ignorant of that which after hapt,Did put him to thee to be taught full twelve yeares old and aptTo take instruction. He did marke the middle bone that goesThrough fishes, and according to the paterne tane of thoseHe filed teeth upon a piece of yron one by one And so devised first the Saw where erst was never none.Moreover he two yron shankes so joynde in one round head,That opening an indifferent space, the one point downe shall tread,And tother draw a circle round. The finding of these things,The spightfull heart of Daedalus with such a m lice stings, That headlong from the holy towre of Pallas downe he thrueHis Nephew, feyning him to fall by chaunce, which was not true.But Pallas (who doth favour wits) did stay him in his fallAnd chaunging him into a Bird did clad him over allWith fethers soft amid the Aire. The quicknesse of his wit (Which erst was swift) did shed it selfe among his wings and feete.And as he Partrich hight before, so hights he Partrich still.Yet mounteth not this Bird aloft ne seemes to have a willTo build hir nest in tops of trees among the boughes on hieBut flecketh nere the ground and layes hir egges in hedges drie. And forbicause hir former fall she ay in minde doth beare,She ever since all lofty things doth warely shun for feare.

And now forwearied Daedalus alighted in the landWithin the which the burning hilles of firie Aetna stand.To save whose life King Cocalus did weapon take in hand, For which men thought him merciful. And now with high renowneHad Theseus ceast the wofull pay of tribute in the towneOf Athens. Temples decked were with garlands every where,And supplications made to Jove and warlicke Pallas were,And all the other Gods, to whome more honor for to show, Gifts, blud of beasts, and frankincense the people did bestowAs in performance of their vowes. The right redoubted nameOf Theseus through the lande of Greece was spred by flying fame.And now the folke that in the land of rich Achaia dwelt,Praid him of succor in the harmes and perils that they felt. Although the land of Calydon had then Meleager:Yet was it faine in humble wise to Theseus to preferA supplication for the aide of him. The cause wherforeThey made such humble suit to him was this. There was a BoreThe which Diana for to wreake hir wrath conceyvde before Had thither as hir servant sent the countrie for to waast.For men report that Oenie when he had in storehouse plaastThe full encrease of former yeare, to Ceres did assigneThe firstlings of his corne and fruits: to Bacchus, of the Wine:And unto Pallas Olife oyle. This honoring of the Gods Of graine and fruits who put their help to toyling in the clods,Ambitiously to all, even those that dwell in heaven did clime.Dianas Altars (as it hapt) alonly at that timeWithout reward of Frankincense were overskipt (they say).Even Gods are subject unto wrath. He shall not scape away Unpunisht, though unworshipped he passed me wyth spight:He shall not make his vaunt he scapt me unrevenged quight,Quoth Phoebe. And anon she sent a Bore to Oenies groundOf such a hugenesse as no Bull could ever yet be found,In Epyre: but in Sicilie are Bulles much lesse than hee. His eies did glister blud and fire: right dreadfull was to seeHis brawned necke, right dredfull was his haire which grew as thickeWith pricking points as one of them could well by other sticke.And like a front of armed Pikes set close in battell rayThe sturdie bristles on his back stoode staring up alway. The scalding fome with gnashing hoarse which he did cast aside,Upon his large and brawned shield did white as Curdes abide.Among the greatest Oliphants in all the land of Inde,A greater tush than had this Boare, ye shall not lightly finde.Such lightning flashed from his chappes, as seared up the grasse. Now trampled he the spindling come to ground where he did passe,Now ramping up their riped hope he made the Plowmen weepe.And chankt the kernell in the eare. In vaine their floores they sweepe:In vaine their Barnes for Harvest long, the likely store they keepe.The spreaded Vines with clustred Grapes to ground he rudely sent, And full of Berries loden boughes from Olife trees he rent.On cattell also did he rage. The shepeherd nor his dog,Nor yet the Bulles could save the herdes from outrage of this Hog.The folke themselves were faine to flie. And yet they thought them notIn safetie when they had themselves within the Citie got. Untill their Prince Meleager, and with their Prince a knotOf Lords and lustie gentlemen of hand and courage stout,With chosen fellowes for the nonce of all the Lands about,Inflamed were to win renowne. The chiefe that thither cameWere both the twinnes of Tyndarus of great renowne and fame, The one in all activitie of manhode, strength and force,The other for his cunning skill in handling of a horse.And Jason he that first of all the Gallie did invent:And Theseus with Pirithous betwene which two there wentA happie leage of amitie: And two of Thesties race:And Lynce, the sonne of Apharie and Idas, swift of pace.And fierce Leucyppus and the brave Acastus with his DartIn handling of the which he had the perfect skill and Art.And Caeny who by birth a wench, the shape of man had wonneAnd Drias and Hippothous: and Phoenix eke the sonne Of olde Amyntor: and a paire of Actors ympes: and PhyleWho came from Elis. Telamon was also there that while:And so was also Peleus, the great Achilles Sire:And Pherets sonne: and Iolay, the Thebane who with fireHelpt Hercules the monstruous heades of Hydra off to seare. The lively Lad Eurytion and Echion who did beareThe pricke and prise for footemanship, were present also there.And Lelex of Narytium too. And Panopie beside:And Hyle: and cruell Hippasus: and Naestor who that tideWas in the Prime of lustie youth: moreover thither went Three children of Hippocoon from old Amicle sent.And he that of Penelope the fathrinlaw became.And eke the sonne of Parrhasus, Ancaeus cald by name.There was the sonne of Ampycus of great forecasting wit:And Oeclies sonne who of his wife was unbetrayed yit. And from the Citie Tegea there came the ParagoneOf Lycey forrest, Atalant, a goodly Ladie, oneOf Schoenyes daughters, then a Maide. The garment she did weareA brayded button fastned at hir gorget. All hir heareUntrimmed in one only knot was trussed. From hir left Side hanging on hir shoulder was an Ivorie quiver deft:Which being full of arrowes, made a clattring as she went.And in hir right hand she did beare a Bow already bent.Hir furniture was such as this. Hir countnance and hir graceWas such as in a Boy might well be cald a Wenches face, And in a Wench be cald a Boyes. The Prince of CalydonNo sooner cast his eie on hir, but being caught anonIn love, he wisht hir to his wife. But unto this desireGod Cupid gave not his consent. The secret flames of fireHe haling inward still did say: O happy man is he Whom this same Ladie shall vouchsave hir Husband for to be.The shortnesse of the time and shame would give him leave to sayNo more: a worke of greater weight did draw him then away.A wood thick growen with trees which stoode unfelled to that dayBeginning from a plaine, had thence a large prospect throughout The falling grounds that every way did muster round about.As soone as that the men came there, some pitched up the toyles,Some tooke the couples from the Dogs, and some pursude the foylesIn places where the Swine had tract: desiring for to spieTheir owne destruction. Now there was a hollow bottom by, To which the watershots of raine from all the high grounds drew.Within the compasse of this pond great store of Osiers grew:And Sallowes lithe, and flackring Flags, and moorish Rushes eke,And lazie Reedes on little shankes, and other baggage like.From hence the Bore was rowzed out, and fiersly forth he flies Among the thickest of his foes like thunder from the Skies,When Clouds in meeting force the fire to burst by violence out.He beares the trees before him downe, and all the wood aboutDoth sound of crashing. All the youth with hideous noyse and shoutAgainst him bend their Boarspeare points with hand and courage stout. He rushes forth among the Dogs that held him at a bay,And now on this side now on that, as any come in way,He rippes their skinnes and splitteth them, and chaseth them away,Echion first of all the rout a Dart at him did throw,Which mist and in a Maple tree did give a little blow. The next (if he that threw the same had used lesser might),The backe at which he aimed it was likely for to smight.It overflew him. Jason was the man that cast the Dart.With that the sonne of Ampycus sayd: Phoebus (if with hartI have and still doe worship thee) now graunt me for to hit The thing that I doe levell at. Apollo graunts him itAs much as lay in him to graunt. He hit the Swine in deede.But neyther entred he his hide nor caused him to bleede.For why Diana (as the Dart was flying) tooke awayThe head of it: and so the Dart could headlesse beare no sway. But yet the moodie beast thereby was set the more on fireAnd chafing like the lightning swift he uttreth forth his ire.The fire did sparkle from his eyes: and from his boyling brestHe breathed flaming flakes of fire conceyved in his chest.And looke with what a violent brunt a mightie Bullet goes From engines bent against a wall, or bulwarks full of foes:With even such violence rusht the Swine among the Hunts amayne,And overthrew Eupalamon and Pelagon both twaineThat in the right wing placed were. Their fellowes stepping toAnd drawing them away, did save their lives with much ado. But as for poore Enesimus, Hippocoons sonne had notThe lucke to scape the deadly dint. He would away have got,And trembling turnde his backe for feare. The Swine him overtooke,And cut his hamstrings, so that streight his going him forsooke.

And Naestor to have lost his life was like by fortune ere The siege of Troie, but that he tooke his rist upon his speare:And leaping quickly up upon a tree that stoode hard by,Did safely from the place behold his foe whome he did flie.The Boare then whetting sharpe his tuskes against the Oken woodTo mischiefe did prepare himselfe with fierce and cruell mood. And trusting to his weapons which he sharpened had anew,In great Orithyas thigh a wound with hooked groyne he drew.The valiant brothers, those same twinnes of Tyndarus (not yetCelestiall signes), did both of them on goodly coursers sitAs white as snow: and ech of them had shaking in his fist A lightsome Dart with head of steele to throw it where he lyst.And for to wound the bristled Bore they surely had not mistBut that he still recovered so the coverts of the wood,That neyther horse could follow him, nor Dart doe any good.Still after followed Telamon, whom taking to his feete No heede at all for egernesse, a Maple roote did meete,Which tripped up his heeles, and flat against the ground him laid.And while his brother Peleus relieved him, the MaidOf Tegea tooke an arrow swift, and shot it from hir bow.The arrow lighting underneath the havers eare bylow, And somewhat rasing of the skin, did make the bloud to show.The Maid hirselfe not gladder was to see that luckie blow,Than was the Prince Meleager. He was the first that saw,And first that shewed to his Mates the blud that she did draw:And said: For this thy valiant act due honor shalt thou have. The men did blush, and chearing up ech other courage gaveWith shouting, and disorderly their Darts by heaps they threw.The number of them hindred them, not suffring to ensewThat any lighted on the marke at which they all did ame.Behold, enragde against his ende the hardie Knight that came From Arcadie, rusht rashly with a Pollax in his fistAnd said: You yonglings learne of me what difference is betwistA wenches weapons and a mans: and all of you give placeTo my redoubted force. For though Diana in this chaseShould with hir owne shield him defend, yet should this hand of mine Even maugre Dame Dianas heart confound this orped Swine.Such boasting words as these through pride presumptuously he crakes:And streyning out himselfe upon his tiptoes streight he takesHis Pollax up with both his hands. But as this bragger mentTo fetch his blow, the cruell beast his malice did prevent: And in his coddes (the speeding place of death) his tusshes puts,And rippeth up his paunche. Downe falles Ancaeus and his gutsCome tumbling out besmearde with bloud, and foyled all the plot.Pirithous, Ixions sonne, at that abashed not:But shaking in his valiant hand his hunting staffe did goe Still stoutly forward face to face t'encounter with his foeTo whome Duke Theseus cride afarre: O dearer unto meeThan is my selfe, my soule I say, stay: lawfull we it seeFor valiant men to keepe aloofe. The over hardie hartIn rash adventring of him selfe hath made Ancaeus smart. This sed, he threw a weightie Dart of Cornell with a headOf brasse: which being leveld well was likely to have sped,But that a bough of Chestnut tree thick leaved by the wayDid latch it, and by meanes therof the dint of it did stay.Another Dart that Jason threw, by fortune mist the Bore, And light betwene a Mastifes chaps, and through his guts did gore,And naild him to the earth. The hand of Prince MeleagerPlaid hittymissie. Of two Darts his first did flie too far,And lighted in the ground: the next amid his backe stickt fast.And while the Bore did play the fiend and turned round agast, And grunting flang his fome about togither mixt with blood,The giver of the wound (the more to stirre his enmies mood,)Stept in, and underneath the shield did thrust his Boarspeare through.Then all the Hunters shouting out demeaned joy inough.And glad was he that first might come to take him by the hand. About the ugly beast they all with gladnesse gazing standAnd wondring what a field of ground his carcasse did possesse,There durst not any be so bolde to touch him. Nerethelesse,They every of them with his bloud their hunting staves made red.Then stepped forth Meleager, and treading on his hed Said thus: O Ladie Atalant, receive thou here my fee,And of my glorie vouch thou safe partaker for to bee.Immediatly the ugly head with both the tusshes braveAnd eke the skin with bristles stur right griesly, he hir gave.The Ladie for the givers sake, was in hir heart as glad As for the gift. The rest repinde that she such honor had.Through all the rout was murmuring. Of whom with roring reareAnd armes displayd that all the field might easly see and heare,The Thesties cried: Dame, come off and lay us downe this geare.And thou a woman offer not us men so great a shame, As we to toyle and thou to take the honor of our game.Ne let that faire smooth face of thine beguile thee, lest that heeThat being doted in thy love did give thee this our fee,Be over farre to rescow thee. And with that word they tookeThe gift from hir, and right of gift from him. He could not brooke This wrong: but gnashing with his teeth for anger that did boyleWithin, said fiersly: learne ye you that other folkes dispoyleOf honor given, what diffrence is betweene your threats, and deedes.And therewithall Plexippus brest (who no such matter dreedes)With wicked weapon he did pierce. As Toxey doubting stood What way to take, desiring both t'advenge his brothers blood,And fearing to be murthered as his brother was before,Meleager (to dispatch all doubts of musing any more)Did heate his sword for companie in bloud of him againe,Before Plexippus bloud was cold that did thereon remaine. Althaea going toward Church with presents for to yildDue thankes and worship to the Gods that for hir sonne had kildThe Boare, beheld hir brothers brought home dead: and by and byShe beate hir brest, and filde the towne with shrieking piteously,And shifting all hir rich aray, did put on mourning weede But when she understoode what man was doer of the deede,She left all mourning, and from teares to vengeance did proceede.

There was a certaine firebrand which when Oenies wife did lieIn childebed of Meleager, she chaunced to espieThe Destnies putting in the fire: and in the putting in, She heard them speake these words, as they his fatall threede did spin:O lately borne, like time we give to thee and to this brand.And when they so had spoken, they departed out of hand.Immediatly the mother caught the blazing bough away,And quenched it. This bough she kept full charely many a day: And in the keeping of the same she kept hir sonne alive.But now intending of his life him clearly to deprive,She brought it forth, and causing all the coales and shivers toBe layed by, she like a foe did kindle fire thereto.Fowre times she was about to cast the firebrand in the flame: Fowre times she pulled backe hir hand from doing of the same.As mother and as sister both she strove what way to go:The divers names drew diversly hir stomacke to and fro.Hir face waxt often pale for feare of mischiefe to ensue:And often red about the eies through heate of ire she grew. One while hir looke resembled one that threatned cruelnesse:Another while ye would have thought she minded pitiousnesse.And though the cruell burning of hir heart did drie hir teares,Yet burst out some. And as a Boate which tide contrarie bearesAgainst the winde, feeles double force, and is compeld to yeelde To both, so Thesties daughter now unable for to weeldeHir doubtful passions, diversly is caried off and on,And chaungeably she waxes calme, and stormes againe anon.But better sister ginneth she than mother for to be.And to th'intent hir brothers ghostes with bloud to honor, she In meaning to be one way kinde, doth worke another wayAgainst kinde. When the plagie fire waxt strong she thus did say:Let this same fire my bowels burne. And as in cursed handsThe fatall wood she holding at the Hellish Altar stands:She said: Ye triple Goddesses of wreake, ye Helhounds three Beholde ye all this furious fact and sacrifice of mee.I wreake, and do against all right: with death must death be payde:In mischiefe mischiefe must be heapt: on corse must corse be laide.Confounded let this wicked house with heaped sorrowes bee.Shall Oenie joy his happy sonne in honor for to see And Thestie mourne bereft of his? Nay: better yet it were,That eche with other companie in mourning you should beare.Ye brothers Ghostes and soules new dead I wish no more, but youTo feele the solemne obsequies which I prepare as now:And that mine offring you accept, which dearly I have bought The yssue of my wretched wombe. Alas, alas what thoughtI for to doe? O brothers, I besech you beare with me.I am his mother: so to doe my hands unable be.His trespasse I confesse deserves the stopping of his breath:But yet I doe not like that I be Author of his death. And shall he then with life and limme, and honor too, scape free?And vaunting in his good successe the King of Calidon bee?And you deare soules lie raked up but in a little dust?I will not surely suffer it. But let the villaine trustThat he shall die, and draw with him to ruine and decay His Kingdome, Countrie and his Sire that doth upon him stay.Why where is now the mothers heart and pitie that should raigneIn Parents? and the ten Monthes paines that once I did sustaine?O would to God thou burned had a babie in this brand,And that I had not tane it out and quencht it with my hand. That all this while thou lived hast, my goodnesse is the cause.And now most justly unto death thine owne desert thee drawes.Receive the guerdon of thy deede: and render thou agenThy twice given life, by bearing first, and secondarly whenI caught this firebrand from the flame: or else come deale with me As with my brothers, and with them let me entumbed be.I would, and cannot. What then shall I stand to in this case?One while my brothers corses seeme to prease before my faceWith lively Image of their deaths. Another while my mindeDoth yeelde to pitie, and the name of mother doth me blinde. Now wo is me. To let you have the upper hand is sinne:But nerethelesse the upper hand O brothers doe you win.Condicionly that when that I to comfort you withallHave wrought this feate, my selfe to you resort in person shall.This sed, she turnde away hir face, and with a trembling hand Did cast the deathfull brand amid the burning fire. The brandDid eyther sigh, or seeme to sigh in burning in the flame,Which sorie and unwilling was to fasten on the same.Meleager being absent and not knowing ought at allWas burned with this flame: and felt his bowels to appall With secret fire. He bare out long the paine with courage stout.But yet it grieved him to die so cowardly withoutThe shedding of his bloud. He thought Anceus for to beA happie man that dide of wound. With sighing called heUpon his aged father, and his sisters, and his brother, And lastly on his wife too, and by chaunce upon his mother.His paine encreased with the fire, and fell therewith againe:And at the selfe same instant quight extinguisht were both twaine.And as the ashes soft and hore by leysure overgrewThe glowing coales: so leysurly his spirit from him drew. Then drouped stately Calydon. Both yong and olde did mourne,The Lords and Commons did lament, and maried wives with tomeAnd tattred haire did crie alas. His father did berayHis horie head and face with dust, and on the earth flat lay,Lamenting that he lived had to see that wofull dayFor now his mothers giltie hand had for that cursed crimeDone execution on hir selfe by sword before hir time.If God to me a hundred mouthes with sounding tongues should send,And reason able to conceyve, and thereunto should lendMe all the grace of eloquence that ere the Muses had, I could not shew the wo wherewith his sisters were bestad.Unmindfull of their high estate, their naked brests they smit,Untill they made them blacke and blew. And while his bodie yitRemained, they did cherish it, and cherish it againe.They kist his bodie: yea they kist the chist that did containe His corse. And after that the corse was burnt to ashes, theyDid presse his ashes with their brests: and downe along they layUpon his tumb, and there embraste his name upon the stone,And filde the letters of the same with teares that from them gone.At length Diana satisfide with slaughter brought upon The house of Oenie, lifts them up with fethers everichone,(Save Gorgee and the daughtrinlaw of noble Alcmene) andMakes wings to stretch along their sides, and horned nebs to standUpon their mouthes. And finally she altring quight their faireAnd native shape, in shape of Birds dooth sent them through the Aire.