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XXXV. “ But thee, O love! no equall iudge I deeme “ Of my desert, or of my dewfult right, 66 That in thine owne behalfe maist partiall seeme, “ But to the highest Him, that is belight “ Father of gods and men by equall' might, 66 To weet the God of Nature, I appeale." Thereat love wexed wroth, and in his spright Did inly grudge, yet did it well conceale, And bade Dan Phoebus 'scribe her appellation seale.
XXXVI. Eftsoones the time and place appointed were, Where all, both heavenly powers and earthly wights, Before great Nature's presence should appeare, For triall of their titles and best rights ; That was, to weet, upon the highest hights Of Arlo-hill (who knowes not Arlo-hill?) That is the highest head in all men's sights Of my old Father Mole, who shepheards quill Renowmed hath with hymnes fit for a rurall skill.
XXXVII. And were it not ill fitting for this file To sing of hills and woods mongst warres and I would abate the sternenesse of my stile, [knights, Mongst these sterne stounds to mingle soft delights, And tell how Arlo, through Dianaes spights, (Beeing of old the best and fairest hill That was in all this holy-island's lights) Was made the most unpleasant and most ill : Meanewhile, o Clio ! lend Calliope thy quill.
her nymphes in privity.
XLIII. No way he found to compasse his desire, But to corrupt Molanna, this her maid, Her to discover for some secret hire, So her with flattering words he first assaid, And after, pleasing gifts for her purvaid, Queene-apples, and red cherries from the tree, With which he her allured and betraid To tell what time he might her lady see Vhen she herselfe did bathe, that he might secret bee.
XLIV. - Thereto hee promist, if she would him pleasure With this small boone, to quit her with a better ; To weet, that whenas shee had out of measure Long lov’d-the Fanchin, who by nolight did set her, That he would undertake for this to get her To be his love, and of him liked well ; Besides all which he vow'd to be her debter For many moe good turnes then he would tell, The least of which this little pleasure should excell.
XLVII. The goddesse, all abashed with that noise, In haste forth started from the guilty brooke, And running straight whereas she heard his voice, Enclos'd the bush about, and there him tooke, Like darred larke, not daring up to looke On her whose sight before so much he sought : Thenceforth they drew him by the hornes, and shooke Nigh all to peeces, that they left him nought; And then into the open light they forth him brought.
XLVIII. Like as an huswife, that with busie care Thinks of her dairie to inake wondrous gaine, Finding whereas some wicked beast unware That breakes into her dayr’house, there doth draine Her creaming pannes, and frustrate all her paine, Hath in some snare or gin set close behind Entrapped him, and caught into her traine, Then thinkes what punishment, were best assign'd, And thousand deathes deviseth in her vengefull XLIX.
[mind. So did Diana and her maydens all Use silly Faunus, now within their baile ; They mocke and scorne him, and him foule miscall; Some by the nose him pluck’t, some by the taile, And by his goatish beard some did him haile : Yet he (poore soule!) with patience all did beare, For nought against their wils might countervaile ; Ne ought he said whatever he did heare, But hanging downe his head did like a mome appeare.