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 A digging of the hardned earth, and earning of theyr food, With sweating browes. They seeing this same rout, no longer stood, But ran away and left theyr tooles behynd them. Every where Through all the feeld theyr mattocks, rakes, and shovells scattred were. Which when the cruell feends had caught, and had asunder rent The horned Oxen, backe ageine to Orphy ward they went, And (wicked wights) they murthred him, who never till that howre Did utter woordes in vaine, nor sing without effectuall powre. And through that mouth of his (oh lord) which even the stones had heard, And unto which the witlesse beastes had often given regard, His ghost then breathing into aire, departed. Even the fowles Were sad for Orphye, and the beast with sorye syghing howles: The rugged stones did moorne for him, the woods which many a tyme Had followed him to heere him sing, bewayled this same cryme. Yea even the trees lamenting him did cast theyr leavy heare. The rivers also with theyr teares (men say) encreased were. Yea and the Nymphes of brookes and woods uppon theyr streames did sayle With scattred heare about theyr eares, in boats with sable sayle. His members lay in sundrie steds. His head and harp both cam To Hebrus, and (a woondrous thing) as downe the streame they swam, His Harp did yeeld a moorning sound: his livelesse toong did make A certeine lamentable noyse as though it still yit spake, And bothe the banks in moorning wyse made answer to the same. At length adowne theyr country streame to open sea they came, And lyghted on Methymnye shore in Lesbos land. And there No sooner on the forreine coast now cast aland they were, But that a cruell naturde Snake did streyght uppon them fly, And licking on his ruffled heare the which was dropping drye, Did gape to tyre uppon those lippes that had beene woont to sing Most heavenly hymnes. But Phebus streyght preventing that same thins, Dispoynts the Serpent of his bit, and turnes him into stone With gaping chappes. Already was the Ghost of Orphye gone To Plutos realme, and there he all the places eft beehild The which he heretofore had seene. And as he sought the feeld Of fayre Elysion (where the soules of godly folk doo woonne,) He found his wyfe Eurydicee, to whom he streyght did roonne,