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 The land of Phocis had subdude, and from this place not far Within the Citie Dawlis reignde by force of wrongfull hand, One day to Phebus Temples warde that on Parnasus stand As we were going, in our way he met us courteously, And by the name of Goddesses saluting reverently Said: O ye Dames of Meonie (for why he knew us well) I pray you stay and take my hou.e untill this storme (there fell That time a tempest and a showre) be past: the Gods aloft Have entred smaller sheddes than mine full many a time and oft. The rainie wether and hys wordes so moved us, that wee To go into an outer house of his did all agree. As soone as that the showre was past and heaven was voyded cleare Of all the Cloudes which late before did every where appeare, Until that Boreas had subdude the rainie Southerne winde, We woulde have by and by bene gone. He shet the doores in minde To ravish us: but we with wings escaped from his hands. He purposing to follow us, upon a Turret stands, And sayth he needes will after us the same way we did flie. And with that worde full frantickly he leapeth downe from hie, And pitching evelong on his face the bones asunder crasht, And dying, all abrode the ground his wicked bloud bedasht. Now as the Muse was telling this, they heard a noyse of wings And from the leavie boughes aloft a sound of greeting rings. Minerva looking up thereat demaunded whence the sounde Of tongues that so distinctly spake did come so plaine and rounde? She thought some woman or some man had greeted hir that stounde. It was a flight of Birdes. Nyne Pies bewailing their mischaunce In counterfetting everie thing from bough to bough did daunce. As Pallas wondred at the sight, the Muse spake thus in summe: These also being late ago in chalenge overcome, Made one kinde more of Birdes than was of auncient time beforne. In Macedone they were about the Citie Pella borne Of Pierus, a great riche Chuffe, and Euip, who by ayde Of strong Lucina travailing nine times, nine times was laide Of daughters in hir childbed safe. This fond and foolish rout Of doltish sisters taking pride and waxing verie stout, Bicause they were in number nine came flocking all togither