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 The ship stoode still amid the Sea as in a dustie docke. They wondring at this miracle, and making but a mocke, Persist in beating with their Ores, and on with all their sayles. To make their Galley to remove, no Art nor labor fayles. But Ivie troubled so their Ores that forth they could not row: And both with Beries and with leaves their sailes did overgrow. And he himselfe with clustred grapes about his temples round, Did shake a Javeling in his hand that round about was bound With leaves of Vines: and at his feete there seemed for to couch Of Tygers, Lynx, and Panthers shapes most ougly for to touch. I cannot tell you whether feare or woodnesse were the cause, But every person leapeth up and from his labor drawes. And there one Medon first of all began to waxen blacke, And having lost his former shape did take a courbed backe. What Monster shall we have of thee (quoth Licab) and with that This Licabs chappes did waxen wide, his nosetrils waxed flat, His skin waxt tough, and scales thereon began anon to grow. And Libis as he went about the Ores away to throw, Perceived how his hands did shrinke and were become so short, That now for finnes and not for hands he might them well report. Another as he would have claspt his arme about the corde: Had nere an arme, and so bemaimd in bodie, over boord He leapeth downe among the waves, and forked is his tayle As are the homes of Phebes face when halfe hir light doth fayle. They leape about and sprinkle up much water on the ship, One while they swim above, and downe againe anon they slip. They fetch their friskes as in a daunce, and wantonly they writhe Now here now there among the waves their bodies bane and lithe. And with their wide and hollow nose the water in they snuffe, And by their noses out againe as fast they doe it puffe. Of twentie persons (for our ship so many men did beare) I only did remaine nigh straught and trembling still for feare. The God could scarce recomfort me, and yet he said: Go too, Feare not but saile to Dia ward. His will I gladly doe. And so as soone as I came there with right devout intent, His Chaplaine I became. And thus his Orgies I frequent. Thou makste a processe verie long (quoth Penthey) to th'intent