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 The saving of thy Neeces life with such a foule despight? Whome Persey hath not from thee tane: but (if thou be advisde) But Neptunes heavie wrath bicause his Sea nymphes were despisde: But horned Hammon: but the beast which from the Sea arrived On my deare bowels for to feede. That time wert thou deprived Of thy betroothed, when hir life upon the losing stoode: Onlesse perchaunce to see hir lost it woulde have done thee good, And easde thy heart to see me sad. And may it not suffice That thou didst see hir to the rocke fast bound before thine eyes And didst not helpe hir beyng both hir husband and hir Eame? Onlesse thou grudge that any man should come within my Realme To save hir life, and seeke to rob him of his just rewarde? Which if thou thinke to be so great, thou shouldst have had regarde Before, to fetch it from the rocke to which thou sawste it bound. I pray thee, brother, seeing that by him the meanes is found That in mine age without my childe I go not to the grounde, Permit him to enjoy the price for which we did compounde, And which he hath by due desert of purchace deerely bought. For brother, let it never sinke nor enter in thy thought That I set more by him than thee: but this may well be sed I rather had to give hir him than see my daughter dead. He gave him not a worde againe: but looked eft on him, And eft on Persey irefully with countnance stoure and grim, Not knowing which were best to hit: and after little stay He shooke his Dart, and flung it forth with all the powre and sway That Anger gave at Perseys head. But harme it did him none, It sticked in the Bedsteddes head that Persey sate upon. Then Persey sternely starting up and pulling out the Dart Did throw it at his foe agayne, and therewithall his hart Had cliven asunder, had he not behinde an Altar start. The Altar (more the pitie was) did save the wicked wight. Yet threw he not the Dart in vaine: it hit one Rhetus right Amid the foreheade: who therewith sanke downe, and when the steele Was plucked out, he sprawlde about and spurned with his heele, And all berayd the boorde with bloud. Then all the other rout As fierce as fire flang Dartes: and some there were that cried out That Cephey with his sonne in lawe was worthy for to die.