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 With clowds more black than any pitch the starres did hyde their hed. The nyght beecommeth utter voyd of all her woonted lyght. And first before all other hid their faces out of syght Good Icar and Erigonee, his daughter, who for love Most vertuous to her fatherward, was taken up above And made a starre in heaven. Three tymes had Myrrha warning given By stumbling, to retyre. Three tymes the deathfull Owle that eeven With doolefull noyse prognosticates unhappie lucke. Yet came Shee forward still: the darknesse of the nyght abated shame. Her left hand held her nurce, her right the darke blynd way did grope. Anon shee to the chamber came: anon the doore was ope: Anon she entred in. With that her foltring hammes did quake: Her colour dyde: her blood and hart did cleerly her forsake. The neerer shee approched to her wickednesse, the more She trembled: of her enterpryse it irked her full sore: And fayne shee would shee might unknowen have turned back. Nurce led Her pawsing forward by the hand: and putting her to bed, Heere, take this Damzell, Cinyras, shee is thine owne, shee sed. And so shee layd them brest to brest. The wicked father takes His bowelles into filthy bed, and there with wordes asslakes The maydens feare, and cheeres her up. And lest this cryme of theyres Myght want the ryghtfull termes, by chaunce as in respect of yeeres He daughter did hir call, and shee him father. Beeing sped With cursed seede in wicked womb, shee left her fathers bed, Of which soone after shee became greate bagged with her shame. Next night the lewdnesse doubled. And no end was of the same, Untill at length that Cinyras desyrous for to knowe His lover that so many nyghts uppon him did bestowe, Did fetch a light: by which he sawe his owne most heynous cryme, And eeke his daughter. Nathelesse, his sorrow at that time Represt his speeche. Then hanging by he drew a Rapier bryght. Away ran Myrrha, and by meanes of darknesse of the nyght Shee was delivered from the death: and straying in the broade Datebearing feeldes of Arabye, shee through Panchaya yode, And wandring full nyne moonethes at length shee rested beeing tyrde In Saba land. And when the tyme was neere at hand expyrde, And that uneath the burthen of her womb shee well could beare,