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 Such sanguine colour in the face of Phoebe gan to glowe There standing naked in his sight. Who though she had hir gard Of Nymphes about hir: yet she turnde hir bodie from him ward. And casting back an angrie looke, like as she would have sent An arrow at him had she had hir bow there readie bent, So raught she water in hir hande and for to wreake the spight Besprinckled all the heade and face of this unluckie knight, r And thus forespake the heavie lot that should upon him light: Now make thy vaunt among thy Mates, thou sawste Diana bare. Tell if thou can: I give thee leave: tell hardily: doe not spare. This done she makes no further threates, but by and by doth spread A payre of lively olde Harts homes upon his sprinckled head. She sharpes his eares, she makes his necke both slender, long and lanke. She turnes his fingers into feete, his armes to spindle shanke. She wrappes him in a hairie hyde beset with speckled spottes, And planteth in him fearefulnesse. And so away he trottes, Full greatly wondring to him selfe what made him in that cace To be so wight and swift of foote. But when he saw his face And horned temples in the brooke, he would have cryde Alas, But as for then no kinde of speach out of his lippes could passe. He sighde and brayde: for that was then the speach that did remaine, And downe the eyes that were not his, his bitter teares did raine. No part remayned (save his minde) of that he earst had beene. What should he doe? turne home againe to Cadmus and the Queene? Or hyde himselfe among the Woods? Of this he was afrayd, And of the tother ill ashamde. While doubting thus he stayd. His houndes espyde him where he was, and Blackfoote first of all And Stalker speciall good of scent began aloud to call. This latter was a hounde of Crete, the other was of Spart. Then all the kenell fell in round, and everie for his part, Dyd follow freshly in the chase more swifter than the winde, Spy, Eateal, Scalecliffe, three good houndes comne all of Arcas kinde, Strong Bilbucke, currish Savage, Spring, and Hunter fresh of smell, And Lightfoote who to lead a chase did beare away the bell, Fierce Woodman hurte not long ago in hunting of a Bore, And Shepeheird woont to follow sheepe and neate to fielde afore. And Laund, a fell and eger bitch that had a Wolfe to Syre: