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 And lest it should unpunisht be, she turnde hir seemely heare To lothly Snakes: the which (the more to put hir foes in feare) Before hir brest continually she in her shield doth beare.



ow while that Danaes noble sonne was telling of these things Amid a throng of Cepheys Lordes, through al the Pallace rings A noyse of people nothing like the sound of such as sing At wedding feastes, but like the rore of such as tidings bring Of cruell warre. This sodaine chaunge from feasting unto fray Might well be likened to the Sea: whych standing at a stay The woodnesse of the windes makes rough by raising of the wave. King Cepheys brother Phyney was the man that rashly gave The first occasion of this fray. Who shaking in hys hand A Dart of Ash with head of steele, sayd: Loe: loe here I stand To chalenge thee that wrongfully my ravisht spouse doste holde. Thy wings nor yet thy forged Dad in shape of feyned golde Shall now not save thee from my handes. As with that word he bent His arme aloft, the foresaid Dart at Persey to have sent, What doste thou brother (Cephey cride) what madnesse moves thy minde To doe so foule a deede? is this the friendship he shall finde Among us for his good deserts? And wilt thou needes requite