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 A fowle ilfavored syght it is to see a leavelesse tree. A lothely thing it is, a horse without a mane to keepe. As fethers doo become the birdes, and wooll becommeth sheepe, Even so a beard and bristled skin becommeth also men. I have but one eye, which dooth stand amid my frunt. What then? This one round eye of myne is lyke a myghty target. Why? Vewes not the Sun all things from heaven? Yit but one only eye Hath hee. Moreover in your Seas my father beares the sway. Him will I make thy fathrinlaw. Have mercy I thee pray, And harken to myne humble sute. For only unto thee Yeeld I. Even I of whom bothe heaven and Jove despysed bee And eeke the percing thunderbolt, doo stand in awe and feare Of thee, O Nerye. Thyne ill will is greevouser to beare Than is the deadly Thunderclappe. Yit could I better fynd In hart to suffer this contempt of thyne with pacient mynd If thou didst shonne all other folk as well as mee. But why Rejecting Acis? Why say I Preferst thou Acis unto mee? Well, let him liked bee Both of himself, and also (which I would be lothe) of thee. And if I catch him he shall feele that in my body is The force that should bee. I shall paunch him quicke. Those limbes of his I will in peeces teare, and strew them in the feeldes, and in Thy waters, if he doo thee haunt. For I doo swelt within. And being chaafte the flame dooth burne more feerce to my unrest. Mee thinks mount Aetna with his force is closed in my brest. And yit it nothing moveth thee. As soone as he had talkt Thus much in vayne, (I sawe well all) he rose: and fuming stalkt Among his woodes and woonted Lawndes, as dooth a Bulchin, when The Cow is from him tane. He could him no where rest as then. Anon the feend espyed mee and Acis where wee lay, Before wee wist or feared it: and crying out gan say: I see yee. And confounded myght I bee with endlesse shame, But if I make this day the last agreement of your game. Theis woordes were spoke with such a reere as verry well became An angry Giant. Aetna shooke with lowdnesse of the same. I scaard therwith dopt underneathe the water, and the knyght Simethus turning streyght his backe, did give himself to flyght,