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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.

Whylome when Ireland flourished in famne
Of wealth and goodnesse far above the rest
Of all that beare the British Island's name,
The gods then us’d, for pleasure and for rest,
Oft to resort thereto when seem'd them best;
But none of all therein more pleasure found
Then Cynthia, that is soveraine queene profest
Of woods and forrests, which therein abound,
Sprinkled with wholscin waters more then most on

But mongst them all, as iittest for her game
Either for chace of beasts with hound or bowe,
Or for to shroude in shade from Phæbus' Hame,
Or bathe in fountaines that doe freshly nowe,
Or from high billes, or from the dates belowe,
She chose this Arlo ; where shee did resort
With all her nymphes enranged ou à rowe,
With wliom the woody gods did oft consort,
For with the Nymphes the Satyres love to play and


Amongst the which there was a nymph that hight
Molanna, daughter of old Father Mole,
And sister unto Muila, faire and bright,
Unto whose bed false Bregog whylome stole,
That sheplveard Colin dearely did condole,
And made her lucklesse loves well knowne to be ;
But this Molanna, were she not so shole,
Were no lesse faire, and beautiful then shee,
Yet as she is, a fairer food may no man see.

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For first she springs out of two marble rocks,
On which a grove of oakes high-mounted growes,
That as a girlond seems to deck the locks
of some faire bride, brought forth with pompous

Out of her bowre, that many flowers strowes ;
So through the flowry dales she tumbling downe,
Through many woods and shady coverts flowes,
That on each side her silver channell crowne,
Till to the plaine she come, whose valleyes shee


In her sweet streames Diana used oft,
After her sweatie chace and toilesome play,
To bathe herselfe; and after, on the soft
And downy grasse her dainty limbes to lay
In covert-shade, where none behold her may,
For much she hated sight of living eye ;
Foolish god Faunus, though full many a day
He saw her clad, yet longed foolishly
To see her naked mongst

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.

The simple maid did yield to him anone,
And eft him placed where he close might view
That never any saw, save onely one,
Who for his hire toʻso foole-hardy dew
Was of his bound's devour'd in hunter's hew;
Tho' as her manner was on sunny day,
Diana with her nyinphes about her drew
To this sweet spring, where doffing her array,
She bath'd her lovely limbes; for Iuve a likely pray.

There Faunus saw that pleased much his eye;
And made his hart to tickle in his brest,
That for great joy of somewhat he did spy,
He could him not containe in silent rest,
But breaking forth in larghter, loud profest
His foolish thought; a foolish Faune indeed,
That couldst not hold thyselfe so hideen blest,
But wouldest needs thine owne conceit areed:
Babblers-unworthy been of so-divine a meed.

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.

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