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 And household Gods, and native soyle, and all that is therein? And saile I know not whither with a straunger? Yea: why not? My father surely cruell is, my Countrie rude God wot: My brother yet a verie babe: my sister I dare say Contented is with all hir heart that I should go away: The greatest God is in my selfe: the things I doe forsake Are trifles in comparison of those that I shall take. For saving of the Greekish ship renoumed shall I bee. A better place I shall enjoy with Cities riche and free, Whose fame doth florish fresh even here, and people that excell In civill life and all good Artes: and whome I would not sell For all the goods within the worlde, Duke Aesons noble sonne. Whome had I to my lawfull Feere assuredly once wonne, Most happie yea and blest of God I might my selfe account, And with my head above the starres to heaven I should surmount. But men report that certaine rockes (I know not what) doe meete Amid the waves, and monstrously againe asunder fleete: And how Charybdis, utter foe to ships that passe thereby, Now sowpeth in, now speweth out the Sea incessantly: And ravening Scylla being hemde with cruell dogs about, Amids the gulfe of Sicilie doth make a barking out. What skilleth that? As long as I enjoy the thing I love, And hang about my Jasons necke, it shall no whit me move To saile the daungerous Seas: as long as him I may embrace I cannot surely be afraide in any kinde of case. Or if I chaunce to be afraide, my feare shall only tende But for my husband. Callste thou him thy husband? Doste pretende Gay titles to thy foule offence, Medea? nay not so: But rather looke about how great a lewdnesse thou doste go, And shun the mischiefe while thou mayst. She had no sooner said These wordes, but right and godlinesse and shamefastnesse were staid Before hir eyes, and frantick love did flie away dismaid. She went me to an Altar that was dedicate of olde To Perseys daughter Hecate (of whome the witches holde As of their Goddesse) standing in a thicke and secrete wood So close it coulde not well be spide: and now the raging mood Of furious love was well alaide and clearely put to flight: