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 In footemanshippe. And who so winnes the wager, I agree To bee his wife. But if that he bee found too slowe, then hee Shall lose his head. This of your game the verrye law shall bee. Shee was in deede unmercifull. But such is beawties powre, That though the sayd condition were extreme and over sowre, Yit many suters were so rash to undertake the same. Hippomenes as a looker on of this uncurteous game, Sate by, and sayd: Is any man so mad to seeke a wyfe With such apparant perill and the hazard of his lyfe? And utterly he did condemne the yongmens love. But when He saw her face and bodye bare, (for why the Lady then Did strippe her to her naked skin) the which was like to myne, Or rather (if that thou wert made a woman) like to thyne: He was amazde. And holding up his hands to heaven, he sayth: Forgive mee you with whom I found such fault even now: in fayth I did not know the wager that yee ran for. As hee prayseth The beawty of her, in himselfe the fyre of love he rayseth. And through an envy fearing lest shee should away be woonne, He wisht that nere a one of them so swift as shee might roonne. And wherfore (quoth hee) put not I myself in preace to trye The fortune of this wager? God himself continually Dooth help the bold and hardye sort. Now whyle Hippomenes Debates theis things within himselfe and other like to these, The Damzell ronnes as if her feete were wings. And though that shee Did fly as swift as arrow from a Turkye bowe: yit hee More woondred at her beawtye than at swiftnesse of her pace. Her ronning greatly did augment her beawtye and her grace. The wynd ay whisking from her feete the labells of her socks Uppon her back as whyght as snowe did tosse her golden locks, And eeke th'embroydred garters that were tyde beneathe her ham. A rednesse mixt with whyght uppon her tender bodye cam, As when a scarlet curtaine streynd ageinst a playstred wall Dooth cast like shadowe, making it seeme ruddye therwithall. Now whyle he straunger noted this, the race was fully ronne, And Atalant (as shee that had the wager cleerely wonne) Was crowned with a garlond brave. The vanquisht sighing sore, Did lose theyr lyves according to agreement made before.