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 With colour tending to a blacke. And that which after fire Remained, rested in one Tumbe as Thisbe did desire. This tale thus tolde a little space of pawsing was betwist, And then began Leucothoe thus, hir sisters being whist: This Sunne that with his streaming light al worldly things doth cheare Was tane in love. Of Phebus loves now list and you shall heare. It is reported that this God did first of all espie, (For everie thing in Heaven and Earth is open to his eie) How Venus with the warlike Mars advoutrie did commit. It grieved him to see the fact and so discovered it, He shewed hir husband Junos sonne th'advoutrie and the place In which this privie scape was done. Who was in such a case That heart and hand and all did faile in working for a space. Anon he featly forgde a net of Wire so fine and slight, That neyther knot nor nooze therein apparant was to sight. This piece of worke was much more fine than any handwarpe oofe Or that whereby the Spider hanges in sliding from the roofe. And furthermore the suttlenesse and slight thereof was such, It followed every little pull and closde with every touch, And so he set it handsomly about the haunted couch. Now when that Venus and hir mate were met in bed togither Hir husband by his newfound snare before convayed thither Did snarle them both togither fast in middes of all theyr play And setting ope the Ivorie doores, callde all the Gods streight way To see them: they with shame inough fast lockt togither lay. A certaine God among the rest disposed for to sport Did wish that he himselfe also were shamed in that sort. The resdue laught and so in heaven there was no talke a while, But of this Pageant how the Smith the lovers did beguile. Dame Venus highly stomacking this great displeasure, thought To be revenged on the part by whome the spight was wrought. And like as he hir secret loves and meetings had bewrayd, So she with wound of raging love his guerdon to him payd. What now avayles (Hyperions sonne) thy forme and beautie bright? What now avayle thy glistring eyes with cleare and piercing sight? For thou that with thy gleames art wont all countries for to burne, Art burnt thy selfe with other gleames that serve not for thy turne.