A happye wyght was Peleus in his wyfe: a happy wyght Was Peleus also in his sonne. And if yee him acquight Of murthring Phocus, happy him in all things count yee myght. But giltye of his brothers blood, and bannisht for the same From bothe his fathers house and Realme, to Trachin sad he came. The sonne of lyghtsum Lucifer, king Ceyx (who in face Exprest the lively beawtye of his fathers heavenly grace,) Without all violent rigor and sharpe executions reignd In Trachin. He right sad that tyme unlike himself, remaynd Yit moorning for his brothers chaunce transformed late before. When Peleus thither came, with care and travayle tyred sore, He left his cattell and his sheepe (whereof he brought great store) Behynd him in a shady vale not farre from Trachin towne, And with a little companye himself went thither downe. Assoone as leave to come to Court was graunted him, he bare A braunche of Olyf in his hand, and humbly did declare His name and lynage. Onely of his crime no woord hee spake, But of his flyght another cause pretensedly did make: Desyring leave within his towne or countrye to abyde. The king of Trachin gently thus to him ageine replyde: Our bownty to the meanest sort (O Peleus) dooth extend: Wee are not woont the desolate our countrye to forfend. And though I bee of nature most inclyned good to doo: Thyne owne renowme, thy graundsyre Jove are forcements thereunto. Misspend no longer tyme in sute. I gladly doo agree To graunt thee what thou wilt desyre. Theis things that thou doost see I would thou should account them as thyne owne, such as they bee I would they better were. With that he weeped. Peleus and His freends desyred of his greef the cause to understand. He answerd thus: Perchaunce yee think this bird that lives by pray And putts all other birds in feare had wings and fethers ay. He was a man. And as he was right feerce in feats of armes, And stout and readye bothe to wreake and also offer harmes: So was he of a constant mynd. Daedalion men him hyght. Our father was that noble starre that brings the morning bryght, And in the welkin last of all gives place to Phebus lyght. My study was to maynteine peace, in peace was my delyght, And for to keepe mee true to her to whom my fayth is plyght. My brother had felicite in warre and bloody fyght. His prowesse and his force which now dooth chase in cruell flyght The Dooves of Thisbye since his shape was altred thus anew, Ryght puyssant Princes and theyr Realmes did heeretofore subdew. He had a chyld calld Chyone, whom nature did endew With beawtye so, that when to age of fowreteene yeeres shee grew, A thousand Princes liking her did for hir favour sew. By fortune as bryght Phebus and the sonne of Lady May Came t'one from Delphos, toother from mount Cyllen, by the way They saw her bothe at once, and bothe at once were tane in love. Apollo till the tyme of nyght differd his sute to move. But Hermes could not beare delay. He stroked on the face The mayden with his charmed rod which hath the powre to chace And bring in sleepe: the touch whereof did cast her in so dead A sleepe, that Hermes by and by his purpose of her sped. As soone as nyght with twinckling starres the welkin had beesprent, Apollo in an old wyves shape to Chyon clocely went, And tooke the pleasure which the sonne of Maya had forehent. Now when shee full her tyme had gone, shee bare by Mercurye A sonne that hyght Awtolychus, who provde a wyly pye, And such a fellow as in theft and filching had no peere. He was his fathers owne sonne right: he could mennes eyes so bleere, As for to make the black things whyghlt, and whyght things black appeere. And by Apollo (for shee bare a payre) was borne his brother Philammon, who in musick arte excelled farre all other, As well in singing as in play. But what avayled it To beare such twinnes, and of two Goddes in favour to have sit? And that shee to her father had a stowt and valeant knight, Or that her graundsyre was the sonne of Jove that God of might? Dooth glorie hurt to any folk? It surely hurted her. For standing in her owne conceyt shee did herself prefer Before Diana, and dispraysd her face, who there with all Inflaamd with wrath, sayd: Well, with deedes we better please her shall. Immediatly shee bent her bowe, and let an arrow go, Which strake her through the toong, whose spight deserved wounding so. Her toong wext dumb, her speech gan fayle that erst was over ryfe, And as shee stryved for to speake, away went blood and lyfe. How wretched was I then, O God? how strake it to my hart? What woordes of comfort did I speake to ease my brothers smart? To which he gave his eare as much as dooth the stony rocke To hideous roring of the waves that doo against it knocke. There was no measure nor none ende in making of his mone, Nor in bewayling comfortlesse his daughter that was gone. But when he sawe her bodye burne, fowre tymes with all his myght He russhed foorth to thrust himself amid the fyre in spyght. Fowre tymes hee beeing thence repulst, did put himself to flyght. And ran mee wheras was no way, as dooth a Bullocke when A hornet stings him in the necke. Mee thought hee was as then More wyghter farre than any man. Yee would have thought his feete Had had sum wings. So fled he quyght from all, and being fleete Through eagernesse to dye, he gat to mount Parnasos knappe And there Apollo pitying him and rewing his missehappe, When as Daedalion from the cliffe himself had headlong floong, Transformd him to a bird, and on the soodaine as hee hung Did give him wings, and bowwing beake, and hooked talants keene, And eeke a courage full as feerce as ever it had beene. And furthermore a greater strength he lent him therwithall, Than one would thinke conveyd myght bee within a roome so small. And now in shape of Gossehawke hee to none indifferent is, But wreakes his teene on all birds. And bycause him selfe ere this Did feele the force of sorrowes sting within his wounded hart, Hee maketh others oftentymes to sorrow and to smart.