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 Continewed on theyr dawncing still in tyme and measure meete. The shepeherd fownd mee fault with them: and with his lowtlike leapes Did counterfette theyr minyon dawnce, and rapped out by heapes A rabble of unsavery taunts even like a country cloyne, To which, most leawd and filthy termes of purpose he did joyne. And after he had once begon, he could not hold his toong, Untill that in the timber of a tree his throte was cloong. For now he is a tree, and by his jewce discerne yee may His manners. For the Olyf wyld dooth sensibly bewray By berryes full of bitternesse his rayling toong. For ay The harshnesse of his bitter woordes the berryes beare away. Now when the kings Ambassadour returned home without The succour of th'Aetolian prince, the Rutills being stout Made luckelesse warre without theyr help: and much on eyther syde Was shed of blood. Behold king Turne made burning bronds to glyde Uppon theyr shippes, and they that had escaped water, stoode In feare of fyre. The flame had sindgd the pitch, the wax, and wood, And other things that nourish fyre, and ronning up the maste Caught hold uppon the sayles, and all the takling gan to waste, The Rowers seates did also smoke: when calling to her mynd That theis same shippes were pynetrees erst and shaken with the wynd On Ida mount, the moother of the Goddes, dame Cybel, filld The ayre with sound of belles, and noyse of shalmes. And as shee hilld The reynes that rulde the Lyons tame which drew her charyot, shee Sayd thus: O Turnus, all in vayne theis wicked hands of thee Doo cast this fyre. For by myself dispoynted it shall bee. I wilnot let the wasting fyre consume theis shippes which are A parcell of my forest Ide of which I am most chare. It thundred as the Goddesse spake, and with the thunder came A storme of rayne and skipping hayle, and soodeyne with the same The sonnes of Astrey meeting feerce and feyghting verry sore, Did trouble bothe the sea and ayre and set them on a rore. Dame Cybel using one of them to serve her turne that tyde, Did breake the Cables at the which the Trojane shippes did ryde, And bare them prone, and underneathe the water did them dryve. The Timber of them softning turnd to bodyes streyght alyve. The stemmes were turnd to heades, the ores to swimming feete and toes,