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 And as she from the upper part hir garment would have rent, By chaunce she let hir lap slip downe, and out hir flowres went. And such a sillie simplenesse hir childish age yet beares, That even the verie losse of them did move hir more to teares. The Catcher drives his Chariot forth, and calling every horse By name, to make away apace he doth them still enforce: And shakes about their neckes and Manes their rustie bridle reynes And through the deepest of the Lake perforce he them constreynes. And through the Palik pooles, the which from broken ground doe boyle And smell of Brimstone verie ranke: and also by the soyle Where as the Bacchies, folke of Corinth with the double Seas, Betweene unequall Havons twaine did reere a towne for ease. Betweene the fountaines of Cyane and Arethuse of Pise An arme of Sea that meetes enclosde with narrow homes there lies. Of this the Poole callde Cyane which beareth greatest fame Among the Nymphes of Sicilie did algates take the name. Who vauncing hir unto the waste amid hir Poole did know Dame Proserpine, and said to Dis: Ye shall no further go: You cannot Ceres sonneinlawe be, will she so or no. You should have sought hir courteously and not enforst hir so. And if I may with great estates my simple things compare, Anapus was in love with me: but yet he did not fare As you doe now with Proserpine. He was content to woo And I unforst and unconstreind consented him untoo. This said, she spreaded forth hir armes and stopt him of his way. His hastie wrath Saturnus sonne no lenger then could stay. But chearing up his dreadfull Steedes did smight his royall mace With violence in the bottome of the Poole in that same place. The ground streight yeelded to his stroke and made him way to Hell, And downe the open gap both horse and Chariot headlong fell. Dame Cyan taking sore to heart as well the ravishment Of Proserpine against hir will, as also the contempt Against hir fountaines priviledge, did shrowde in secret hart An inward corsie comfortlesse, which never did depart Untill she melting into teares consumde away with smart. The selfesame waters of the which she was but late ago The mighty Goddesse, now she pines and wastes hirselfe into.