Metamorphoses
Ovid
Ovid. The XV bookes of P. Ouidius Naso, entytuled Metamorphosis. Golding, Arthur, translator. London: W. Seres (printer), 1567.
- From thence in saffron colourd robe flew Hymen through the ayre,
- And into Thracia beeing called by Orphy did repayre.
- He came in deede at Orphyes call: but neyther did he sing
- The woordes of that solemnitie, nor merry countnance bring,
- Nor any handsell of good lucke. His torch with drizling smoke
- Was dim: the same to burne out cleere, no stirring could provoke.
- The end was woorser than the signe. For as the Bryde did rome
- Abrode accompanyde with a trayne of Nymphes to bring her home,
- A serpent lurking in the grasse did sting her in the ancle:
- Whereof shee dyde incontinent, so swift the bane did rancle.
- Whom when the Thracian Poet had bewayld sufficiently
- On earth, the Ghostes departed hence he minding for to trie,
- Downe at the gate of Taenarus did go to Limbo lake.
- And thence by gastly folk and soules late buried he did take
- His journey to Persephonee and to the king of Ghosts
- That like a Lordly tyran reignes in those unpleasant coasts.
- And playing on his tuned harp he thus began to sound:
- O you, the Sovereines of the world set underneath the ground,
- To whome wee all (what ever thing is made of mortall kynd)
- Repayre, if by your leave I now may freely speake my mynd,
- I come not hither as a spye the shady Hell to see:
- Nor yet the foule three headed Curre whose heares all Adders bee
- To tye in cheynes. The cause of this my vyage is my wyfe
- Whose foote a Viper stinging did abridge her youthfull lyfe.
- I would have borne it paciently: and so to doo I strave,
- But Love surmounted powre. This God is knowen great force to have
- Above on earth. And whether he reigne heere or no I dowt.
- But I beleeve hee reignes heere too. If fame that flies abowt
- Of former rape report not wrong, Love coupled also yow.
- By theis same places full of feare: by this huge Chaos now,
- And by the stilnesse of this waste and emptye Kingdome, I
- Beseech yee of Eurydicee unreele the destinye
- That was so swiftly reeled up. All things to you belong.
- And though wee lingring for a whyle our pageants do prolong,
- Yit soone or late wee all to one abyding place doo rome:
- Wee haste us hither all: this place becomes our latest home:
- And you doo over humaine kynd reigne longest tyme. Now when
- This woman shall have lived full her tyme, shee shall agen
- Become your owne. The use of her but for a whyle I crave.
- And if the Destnyes for my wyfe denye mee for to have
- Releace, I fully am resolvd for ever heere to dwell.
- Rejoyce you in the death of both. As he this tale did tell,
- And played on his instrument, the bloodlesse ghostes shed teares:
- To tyre on Titius growing hart the greedy Grype forbeares:
- The shunning water Tantalus endevereth not to drink:
- And Danaus daughters ceast to fill theyr tubbes that have no brink.
- Ixions wheele stood still: and downe sate Sisyphus uppon
- His rolling stone. Then first of all (so fame for truth hath gone)
- The Furies beeing striken there with pitie at his song
- Did weepe. And neyther Pluto nor his Ladie were so strong
- And hard of stomacke to withhold his just petition long.
- They called foorth Eurydicee who was as yit among
- The newcome Ghosts, and limped of her wound. Her husband tooke
- Her with condicion that he should not backe uppon her looke,
- Untill the tyme that hee were past the bounds of Limbo quyght:
- Or else to lose his gyft. They tooke a path that steepe upryght
- Rose darke and full of foggye mist. And now they were within
- A kenning of the upper earth, when Orphye did begin
- To dowt him lest shee followed not, and through an eager love
- Desyrous for to see her he his eyes did backward move.
- Immediatly shee slipped backe. He retching out his hands,
- Desyrous to bee caught and for to ketch her grasping stands.
- But nothing save the slippry aire (unhappy man) he caught.
- Shee dying now the second tyme complaynd of Orphye naught.
- For why what had shee to complayne, onlesse it were of love
- Which made her husband backe agen his eyes uppon her move?
- Her last farewell shee spake so soft, that scarce he heard the sound,
- And then revolted to the place in which he had her found.
- This double dying of his wife set Orphye in a stound,
- No lesse than him who at the syght of Plutos dreadfull Hound
- That on the middle necke of three dooth beare an iron cheyne,
- Was striken in a sodein feare and could it not restreyne,
- Untill the tyme his former shape and nature beeing gone,
- His body quyght was overgrowne, and turned into stone.
- Or than the foolish Olenus, who on himself did take
- Anothers fault, and giltlesse needes himself would giltie make,
- Togither with his wretched wyfe Lethaea, for whose pryde
- They both becomming stones, doo stand even yit on watry Ide.
- He would have gone to Hell ageine, and earnest sute did make:
- But Charon would not suffer him to passe the Stygian lake.
- Seven dayes he sate forlorne uppon the bank and never eate
- A bit of bread. Care, teares, and thought, and sorrow were his meate
- And crying out uppon the Gods of Hell as cruell, hee
- Withdrew to lofty Rhodopee and Heme which beaten bee
- With Northern wynds. Three tymes the Sunne had passed through the sheere
- And watry signe of Pisces and had finisht full the yeere,
- And Orphye (were it that his ill successe hee still did rew,
- Or that he vowed so to doo) did utterly eschew
- The womankynd. Yit many a one desyrous were to match
- With him, but he them with repulse did all alike dispatch.
- He also taught the Thracian folke a stewes of Males to make
- And of the flowring pryme of boayes the pleasure for to take.
- There was a hyll, and on the hyll a verie levell plot,
- Fayre greene with grasse. But as for shade or covert was there not.
- As soone as that this Poet borne of Goddes, in that same place
- Sate downe and toucht his tuned strings, a shadow came apace.
- There wanted neyther Chaons tree, nor yit the trees to which
- Fresh Phaetons susters turned were, nor Beeche, nor Holme, nor Wich,
- Nor gentle Asp, nor wyvelesse Bay, nor lofty Chestnuttree.
- Nor Hazle spalt, nor Ash wherof the shafts of speares made bee.
- Nor knotlesse Firre, nor cheerfull Plane, nor Maple flecked grayne.
- Nor Lote, nor Sallow which delights by waters to remayne.
- Nor slender twigged Tamarisk, nor Box ay greene of hew.
- Nor Figtrees loden with theyr frute of colours browne and blew.
- Nor double colourd Myrtletrees. Moreover thither came
- The wrything Ivye, and the Vyne that runnes uppon a frame,
- Elmes clad with Vynes, and Ashes wyld and Pitchtrees blacke as cole,
- And full of trees with goodly frute red stryped, Ortyards whole.
- And Palmetrees lythe which in reward of conquest men doo beare,
- And Pynapple with tufted top and harsh and prickling heare,
- The tree to Cybele, mother of the Goddes, most deere. For why?
- Her minion Atys putting off the shape of man, did dye,
- And hardened into this same tree. Among this companee
- Was present with a pyked top the Cypresse, now a tree,
- Sumtime a boay beloved of the God that with a string
- Dooth arme his bow, and with a string in tune his Violl bring.
- For hallowed to the Nymphes that in the feeldes of Carthye were
- There was a goodly myghty Stag whose homes such bredth did beare,
- As that they shadowed all his head. His homes of gold did shyne,
- And downe his brest hung from his necke, a cheyne with jewels fyne.
- Amid his frunt with prettie strings a tablet beeing tyde,
- Did waver as he went: and from his eares on eyther syde
- Hung perles of all one growth about his hollow temples bryght.
- This goodly Spitter beeing voyd of dread, as having quyght
- Forgot his native fearefulnesse, did haunt mens houses, and
- Would suffer folk (yea though unknowen) to coy him with theyr hand.
- But more than unto all folke else he deerer was to thee
- O Cyparisse, the fayrest Wyght that ever man did see
- In Coea. Thou to pastures, thou to water springs him led,
- Thou wreathedst sundry flowres betweene his homes uppon his hed.
- Sumtyme a horsman thou his backe for pleasure didst bestryde,
- And haltring him with silken bit from place to place didst ryde.
- In summer tyme about hygh noone when Titan with his heate
- Did make the hollow crabbed cleas of Cancer for to sweate,
- Unweeting Cyparissus with a Dart did strike this Hart
- Quyght through. And when that of the wound he saw he must depart,
- He purposd for to die himself. What woords of comfort spake
- Not Phoebus to him? willing him the matter lyght to take
- And not more sorrow for it than was requisite to make.
- But still the Lad did sygh and sob, and as his last request
- Desyred God he myght thenceforth from moorning never rest.
- Anon through weeping overmuch his blood was drayned quyght:
- His limbes wext greene: his heare which hung upon his forehead whyght
- Began to bee a bristled bush: and taking by and by
- A stiffnesse, with a sharpened top did face the starrie skye.
- The God did sigh, and sadly sayd: Myselfe shall moorne for thee,
- And thou for others: and ay one in moorning thou shalt bee.