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Vnto my yoke, beside,
That Nature doth her selfe my chariot follow.
Then tell me now Apollo,
If that thou think’st to get such puissance,
As that with these thou shouldst not come to dance.

Thou dost reioice, bicause these armes are due
To thee, for killing of that monster fell.
But harke, and I will tell,
How these belong more iustly to my might,
Although thy shaft in wounding doth excell,
It neuer yet but beastes and venison slew,
Apollo, this is true.
But mine shall wound thy soule both day and night:
And thou shalt sweare, mine is the onely flight.
So that how much each beast, not me,
In mgiht thou dost exceede,
And gett’st most glory by this deede,
So much more famous shall my conquest be.
But now thy follies see,
In saying, that this quiuer, and this bowe
Did me dishonor so.
For thee, Apollo, better had it beene,
If with my selfe the same thou hadst not seene.

Thou saist I nill deserue this ornament,
Bicause mine eies are blinded with a band;
And therefore that my hand
Must needes shoote false bicause that I am blinde.
And yet, besides, I tell thee that they stand
Against all reason, and intendement.
Harke now, to what intent?
And how this comes so fitly to my minde.
Then tell me, if thou think’st it out of kinde,
For any God to burne in feruent loue
Of any woman heere?
That more his greefes, and paines appeere,
The more sheshould from him her liking mooue.
If blinde, such things I prooue,
And studie to reuenge me with my flight?
Tell me, were it not right?
Then take good heede, since thus my bowe doth kill:
And makes thy reason subiect to my will.

This said, he would no longer with him stay,
Nor harken more to answeres nor replies:
Nor did Apollo care to answere him,
Esteeming nought his childish wordes, and threats.