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 With mouth to mouth, and so did yeelde hir fleeting ghost. Another In comforting the wretched case and sorrow of hir mother Upon the sodaine helde hir peace. She stricken was within With double wound: which caused hir hir talking for to blin And shut hir mouth: but first hir ghost was gone. One all in vaine Attempting for to scape by flight was in hir flying slaine. Another on hir sisters corse doth tumble downe starke dead. This quakes and trembles piteously, and she doth hide hir head. And when that sixe with sundrye woundes dispatched were and gone, At last as yet remained one: and for to save that one, Hir mother with hir bodie whole did cling about hir fast, And wrying hir did over hir hir garments wholy cast: And cried out: O leave me one: this little one yet save: Of many but this only one the least of all I crave. But while she prayd, for whome she prayd was kild. Then down she sate Bereft of all hir children quite, and drawing to hir fate, Among hir daughters and hir sonnes and husband newly dead. Hir cheekes waxt hard, the Ayre could stirre no haire upon hir head. The colour of hir face was dim and clearly voide of blood, And sadly under open lids hir eyes unmoved stood. In all hir bodie was no life. For even hir verie tung And palat of hir mouth was hard, and eche to other clung. Hir Pulses ceased for to beate, hir necke did cease to bow, Hir armes to stir, hir feete to go, all powre forwent as now. And into stone hir verie wombe and bowels also bind. But yet she wept: and being hoyst by force of whirling wind Was caried into Phrygie. There upon a mountaines top She weepeth still in stone. From stone the drerie teares do drop. Then all both men and women fearde Latonas open ire I And far with greater sumptuousnesse and earnester desire Did worship the great majestie of this their Goddesse who Did beare at once both Phebus and his sister Phebe too. And through occasion of this chaunce, (as men are wont to do In cases like) the people fell to telling things of old Of whome a man among the rest this tale ensuing told. The auncient folke that in the fieldes of fruitfull Lycia dwelt Due penance also for their spight to this same Goddesse felt.