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 Come hither wyfe, come hither wight most wretched on the ground, And whyle that ought of mee remaynes vouchsafe to touche the same. Come take mee by the hand as long as hand may have his name, Before this snakish shape doe whole my body over runne. He would have spoken more when sodainely his tongue begunne To split in two and speache did fayle: and as he did attempt To make his mone, he hist: for nature now had cleane exempt All other speach. His wretched wyfe hir naked stomack beete And cryde: What meaneth this? deare Cadmus, where are now thy feete? Where are thy shoulders and thy handes? thy hew and manly face? With all the other things that did thy princely person grace Which nowe I overpasse? But why yee Goddes doe you delay My bodie into lyke misshape of Serpent to convay? When this was spoken, Cadmus lickt his wyfe about the lippes: And (as a place with which he was acquaynted well) he slippes Into hir boosome, lovingly embracing hir, and cast Himselfe about hir necke, as oft he had in tyme forepast. Such as were there (their folke were there) were flaighted at the sight, For by and by they sawe their neckes did glister slicke and bright. And on their snakish heades grew crests: and finally they both Were into verie Dragons tournd, and foorth together goth T'one trayling by the tothers side, untill they gaynd a wood, The which direct against the place where as they were then stood. And now remembring what they were themselves in tymes forepast, They neyther shonne nor hurten men with stinging nor with blast. But yet a comfort to them both in this their altred hew Became that noble impe of theirs that Indie did subdew, Whom al Achaia worshipped with temples builded new. All only Acrise, Abas sonne, (though of the selfesame stocke) Remaind, who out of Argos walles unkindly did him locke, And moved wilfull warre against his Godhead: thinking that There was not any race of Goddes, for he beleved not That Persey was the sonne of Jove: or that he was conceyved By Danae of golden shower through which shee was deceived. But yet ere long (such present force hath truth) he doth repent As well his great impietie against God Bacchus meant, As also that he did disdaine his Nephew for to knowe.