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 Was thither by his warped homes which turned inward to His hollow Temples, drawne: whose withred throte she slit in two. And when she cleane had drayned out that little bloud that was, Upon the fire with herbes of strength she set a pan of brasse, And cast his carcasse thereinto. The Medcine did abate The largenesse of his limmes and seard his dossers from his pate, And with his homes abridgde his yeares. Anon was plainly heard The bleating of a new yeand Lambe from mid the Ketleward. And as they wondred for to heare the bleating, streight the Lam Leapt out, and frisking ran to seeke the udder of some Dam. King Pelias daughters were amazde. And when they did beholde Hir promise come to such effect, they were a thousand folde More earnest at hir than before. Thrise Phoebus having pluckt The Collars from his horses neckes, in Iber had them duckt. And now in Heaven the streaming starres the fourth night shined cleare: When false Medea on the fire had hanged water shere, With herbes that had no powre at all. The King and all his garde Which had the charge that night about his person for to warde Were through hir nightspels and hir charmes in deadly sleepe all cast. And Pelias daughters with the Witch which eggde them forward, past Into his chamber by the watch, and compast in his bed. Then: Wherefore stand ye doubting thus like fooles, Medea sed. On: draw your swordes: and let ye out his old bloud, that I may Fill up his emptie veynes againe with youthfull bloud streight way. Your fathers life is in your handes: it lieth now in you To have him olde and withred still or yong and lustie. Now If any nature in ye be, and that ye doe not feede A fruitelesse hope, your dutie to your father doe with speede. Expulse his age by sword, and let the filthy matter out. Through these persuasions which of them so ever went about To shewe hirselfe most naturall, became the first that wrought Against all nature: and for feare she should be wicked thought, She executes the wickednesse which most to shun she sought. Yet was not any one of them so bolde that durst abide To looke upon their father when she strake, but wride aside Hir eyes: and so their cruell handes not marking where they hit With faces turnde another way at all aventure smit.