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 Mee once to breath or gather strength, but by and by he got Mee by the necke. Then was I fayne to sinke with knee to ground, And kisse the dust. Now when in strength too weake myself I found, I tooke mee to my slights, and slipt in shape of Snake away Of wondrous length. And when that I of purpose him to fray Did bend myself in swelling rolles, and made a hideous noyse Of hissing with my forked toong, he smyling at my toyes, And laughing them to scorne sayd thus: It is my Cradle game To vanquish Snakes, O Acheloy. Admit thou overcame All other Snakes, yet what art thou compared to the Snake Of Lerna, who by cutting off did still encreasement take? For of a hundred heades not one so soone was paarde away, But that uppon the stump therof there budded other tway. This sprouting Snake whose braunching heads by slaughter did revive And grow by cropping, I subdewd, and made it could not thryve. And thinkest thou (who being none wouldst seeme a Snake) to scape? Who doost with foorged weapons feyght and under borowed shape? This sayd, his fingars of my necke he fastned in the nape. Mee thought he graand my throte as though he did with pinsons nip. I struggled from his churlish thumbes my pinched chappes to slip But doo the best and worst I could he overcame mee so. Then thirdly did remayne the shape of Bull, and quickly tho I turning to the shape of Bull rebelld ageinst my fo. He stepping to my left syde cloce, did fold his armes about My wattled necke, and following mee then running maynely out Did drag mee backe, and made mee pitch my hornes against the ground, And in the deepest of the sand he overthrew mee round. And yit not so content, such hold his cruell hand did take Uppon my welked horne, that he asunder quight it brake, And pulld it from my maymed brew. The waterfayries came And filling it with frute and flowres did consecrate the same, And so my horne the Tresory of plenteousnesse became. As soone as Acheloy had told this tale a wayting Mayd With flaring heare that lay on both hir shoulders and arrayd Like one of Dame Dianas Nymphes with solemne grace forth came And brought that rich and precious horne, and heaped in the same All kynd of frutes that Harvest sendes, and specially such frute