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 Agaynst the cruell Bowe the which the Aemonian archer drawes: Against the ramping Lyon armde with greedie teeth and pawes: Against the Scorpion stretching farre his fell and venymd clawes: And eke the Crab that casteth forth his crooked clees awrie Not in such sort as th'other doth, and yet as dreadfully. Againe thou neyther hast the powre nor yet the skill I knowe My lustie coursers for to guide that from their nostrilles throwe And from their mouthes the fierie breath that breedeth in their brest. For scarcely will they suffer mee who knowes their nature best When that their cruell courages begin to catch a heate, That hardely should I deale with them, but that I know the feate. But lest my gift should to thy griefe and utter perill tend My Sonne beware and (whyle thou mayst) thy fonde request amend. Bycause thou woulde be knowne to bee my childe thou seemst to crave A certaine signe: what surer signe I pray thee canst thou have Than this my feare so fatherly the which I have of thee Which proveth me most certainly thy father for to bee? Beholde and marke my countenaunce. would to God thy sight Could pierce within my wofull brest, to see the heavie plight, And heapes of cares within my heart. Looke through the worlde so round Of all the wealth and goodes therein: if ought there may be found In Heaven or Earth or in the Sea, aske what thou lykest best, And sure it shall not be denide. This onely one request That thou hast made I heartely beseech thee to relent, Which for to tearme the thing aright is even a punishment, And not an honour as thou thinkest: my Phaeton thou dost crave In stead of honour even a scourge and punishment for to have. Thou fondling thou, what dost thou meane with fawning armes about My necke thus flattringly to hang? Thou needest not to dout. I have alreadie sworne by Styx, aske what thou wilt of mee And thou shalt have. Yet let thy next wish somewhat wiser bee Thus ended his advertisment: and yet the wilfull Lad Withstood his counsell urging still the promisse that he had, Desiring for to have the chare as if he had been mad. His father having made delay as long as he could shift, Did lead him where his Chariot stood, which was of Vulcans gift. The Axeltree was massie golde, the Bucke was massie golde,