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And come to thee with humble weeping eies:
More then his bolts thy anger makes afraid,
And pearcing eies my senses haue dismaid:
Thou dost deserue more honour, praise, and loue,
Then Iupiter, or all the Gods aboue.
It would not halfe so much haue greeu’d my hart,
That thou my loue so strongly didst denie
(Being so faire, and such one as thou art)
If (as from me) from others thou didst flie:
But since Delicius (wherein thou dost erre)
Before stout Gorphorost thou dost preferre,
His small imbracements, and too far vnmeete
Thou louest more, then mine so great and sweete.
But let him swim in seas of his delight,
And with thy fauours let him now preuaile:
If time, and place be graunted to my might,
Soone will I make him strike his puffed saile,
Soone shall he feele my strong and sine wed arme,
And how it will his amorous senses charme:
O greefe, that time and place doe not affoord,
To make my deede as currant as my word.
If, with my handes his tender trembling flesh
I will dishiuer, and in mammocks teare,
And then his bones in peeces I will thresh,
And in the forrest, cast them heere and there:
And dye the riuers with his blood I will,
And throwe his members from this steepie hill
Into thy lap, where, laughing, I will stand
To see, if there he ioyneth hand in hand.
O woe is me, that thus tormenting greefe,
And wrath doth make my toong to goe awrie:
O thoughts, that feele no hope, nor hope releefe:
In Aetnas flames I liue, I burne, I die:
I burne (O greefe) and die, thou wilt not end
To succour me, that am thy louing friend.
If thus thou handlest those, that languish for thee,
How wilt thou those intreate, that doe abhor thee?
Gorphorost hauing cast these vaine complaints into the aire, rose vp and like a mad Bull, from whom the yoong heyfer hath beene taken away, vnable to take rest in any place, with monstrous skips went downe the hill along into the Iland, whose pastorall song pleased vs well, and the gifts he offered to bring me to his loue, and especially how he made himselfe so faire, if he had not concluded it with so cruell menaces. Stay a little if thou louest me (saide Syrenus) for I cannot but note one
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