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 Hee poynted thereunto) I pray, and what that Iland hight, Although it seemeth mo than one. The River answerd thus, It is not one mayne land alone that kenned is of us. There are uppon a fyve of them. The distaunce of the place, Dooth hinder to discerne betweene eche Ile the perfect space. And that the lesse yee woonder may at Phoebees act alate, To such as had neglected her uppon contempt or hate, Theis Iles were sumtyme Waternimphes: who having killed Neate, Twyce fyve, and called to theyr feast the Country Gods to eate, Forgetting mee kept frolicke cheere. At that gan I to swell, And ran more large than ever erst, and being over fell In stomacke and in streame, I rent the wood from wood, and feeld From feeld, and with the ground the Nymphes as then with stomacks meeld Remembring mee, I tumbled to the Sea. The waves of mee And of the sea the ground that erst all whole was woont to bee Did rend asunder into all the Iles you yonder see, And made a way for waters now to passe betweene them free. They now of Urchins have theyr name. But of theis Ilands, one A great way off (behold yee) stands a great way off alone, As you may see. The Mariners doo call it Perimell. With her (shee was as then a Nymph) so farre in love I fell, That of her maydenhod I her spoyld: which thing displeasd so sore Her father Sir Hippodamas, that from the craggy shore He threw her headlong downe to drowne her in the sea. But I Did latch her streight, and bearing her aflote did lowd thus crie: O Neptune with thy threetynde Mace who hast by lot the charge Of all the waters wylde that bound uppon the earth at large, To whom wee holy streames doo runne, in whome wee take our end, Draw neere, and gently to my boone effectually attend. This Ladie whome I beare aflote myselfe hath hurt. Bee meeke And upright. If Hippodamas perchaunce were fatherleeke, Or if that he extremitie through outrage did not secke, He oughted to have pitied her and for to beare with mee. Now help us Neptune, I thee pray, and condescend that shee Whom from the land her fathers wrath and cruelnesse dooth chace Who through her fathers cruelnesse is drownd: may find the grace To have a place: or rather let hirselfe become a place.