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 The mother of a sonne by Jove, the which hath hapt to mee Not passing once in all my time, so sore she doth presume Upon hir beautie. But I trowe hir hope shall soone consume. For never let me counted be for Saturns daughter more, If by hir owne deare darling Jove on whome she trustes so sore, I sende hir not to Styxes streame. This ended up she rose And covered in golden cloud to Semelles house she goes. And ere she sent away the cloud, she takes an olde wyves shape With hoarie haire and riveled skinne, with slow and crooked gate. As though she had the Palsey had, hir feeble limmes did shake, And eke she foltred in the mouth as often as she spake. She seemde olde Beldame Beroe of Epidaure to bee, This Ladie Semelles Nourse as right as though it had beene shee. So when that after mickle talke of purpose ministred Joves name was upned: by and by she gave a sigh and sed: I wish with all my heart that Jove bee cause to thee of this. But daughter deare I dreade the worst, I feare it be amisse. For manie Varlets under name of Gods to serve their lust, Have into undefiled beddes themselves full often thrust; And though it bene the mightie Jove yet doth not that suffise, Onlesse he also make the same apparant to our eyes. And if it be even verie hee, I say it doth behove, He prove it by some open signe and token of his love. And therefore pray him for to graunt that, looke, in what degree, What order, fashion, sort and state he use to companie With mightie Juno, in the same in everie poynt and cace, To all intents and purposes he thee likewise embrace, And that he also bring with him his bright threeforked Mace. With such instructions Juno had enformed Cadmus Neece: And she poore sielie simple soule immediately on this Requested Jove to graunt a boone the which she did not name. Aske what thou wilt sweete heart (quoth he) thou shalt not misse the same, And for to make thee sure hereof, the grisely Stygian Lake, Which is the feare and God of Gods beare witnesse for thy sake. She joying in hir owne mischaunce, not having any powre To rule hir selfe, but making speede to hast hir fatall howre, In which she through hir Lovers helpe should worke hir owne decay,