He then supposing he was all alone, (Like a young boy that is espy'd of none) Runnes here, and there, then on the bankes doth looke, Then on the cristall current of the brooke, Then with his foote he toucht the siluer streames, Whose drowsy waues made musike in their dreames, And, for he was not wholy in, did weepe, Talking alowd and babbling in their sleepe: Whose pleasant coolnesse when the boy did feele, He thrust his foote downe lower to the heele: O'ercome with whose sweet noyse, he did begin To strip his soft clothes from his tender skin, When strait the scorching Sun wept teares of brine, Because he durst not touch him with his shine, For feare of spoyling that same Iu'ry skin, Whose whitenesse he so much delighted in; And then the Moone, mother of mortall ease, Would fayne haue come from the Antipodes, To haue beheld him naked as he stood, Ready to leape into the siluer flood; But might not: for the lawes of heauen deny, To shew mens secrets to a womans eye: And therefore was her sad and gloomy light Confin'd vnto the secret-keeping night. He, innocently coy, Replies, 'Oh leave me to myself alone, You rude, uncivil nymph, or I'll begone.' Astræa yeelded: at which Ioue was pleas'd, And all his longing hopes and feares were eas'd. When they were in, Vulcan began to sweare By othes that Iupiter himselfe doth feare, If any whore in heauens bright vault were seene, To dimme the shining of his beauteous Queene, Each mortall man should the great gods disgrace, And mocke almightie Ioue vnto his face, And Giants should enforce bright heauen to fall, Ere he would frame one thunderbolt at all. There was a louely boy the Nymphs had kept, That on the Idane mountains oft had slept, Begot and borne by powers that dwelt aboue, By learned Mercury of the Queene of loue: A face he had that shew'd his parents fame, And from them both conioynd, he drew his name: So wondrous fayre he was that (as they say) Diana being hunting on a day, Shee saw the boy vpon a greene banke lay him, And there the virgin-huntresse meant to slay him, Because no Nymphes did now pursue the chase: For all were strooke blind with the wanton's face. Then she began to chide her wanton eye, And fayne would shoot, but durst not see him die, She turnd and shot, and did of purpose misse him, Shee turnd againe, and did of purpose kisse him. Thou look'st to sport with Venus in her towre, And be belou'd of euery heauenly powre. Like a flower laid upon a flower it lies, Or like the night’s dew laid upon the night. But when that beauteous face Diana saw, Her armes were nummed, & shee could not draw; Yet she did striue to shoot, but all in vaine, Shee bent her bow, and loos'd it streight againe. poem by Francis Beaumont. This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Which Mercury perceiuing, vnespide, Did closely steale his arrowes from his side. Which when Ioue did perceiue, he left the earth, And flew vp to the place of his owne birth, The burning heauenly throne, where he did spy Astræas palace in the glittering skie. And since that time who in that fountaine swimmes, A mayden smoothnesse seyzeth half his limmes. You parent gods, whose heavenly names I bear, Hear your Hermaphrodite, and grant my prayer; Oh, grant that--whom so'er these streams contain, If man he entered, he may rise again Supple, unsinewed, and but half a man! Thus much she spake, & then her tongue was husht. At length (with much adoo) he past them all, And entred straight into a spacious hall, Full of dark angles, and of hidden wayes, Crooked Maranders, infinite delays; All which delayes and entries he must passe, Ere he could come where iust Astræa was. When young Hermaphroditus as he stands, Clapping his white side with his hollow hands, Leapt liuely from the land, whereon he stood, Into the mayne part of the cristall flood. Facebook, OU Students on
Why shouldst thou so desire to be alone? So when the wriggling snake is hatched on high In eagle's claws, and hisses in the sky, Around the foe his twirling tail he flings, And twists her legs, and writhes about her wings. Then rose the water Nymph from where she lay, As hauing wonne the glory of the day, And her light garments cast from off her skin, Hee's mine, she cry'd, and so leapt spritely in. Shall make thee man and ease a woman’s sighs, Or make thee woman for a man’s delight. His haire was bushie, but it was not long, The Nymphs had done his tresses mighty wrong: For as it grew, they puld away his haire, And made abilliments of gold to weare. At last the Nymph began to touch his skin, Whiter then mountaine snow hath euer bin, And did in purenesse that cleare spring surpasse, Wherein Acteon saw th'Arcadian lasse. team: Help with the University’s computing systems: Help with accessing the online library, referencing and using libraries near you: Classical Receptions in Drama and Poetry in English from c.1970, OpenLearn: free
His eyes were Cupids: for vntill his birth, Cupid had eyes, and liu'd vpon the earth, Till on a day, when the great Queene of loue Was by her white doues drawn fro[m] heauen aboue, Vnto the top of the Idalian hill, To see how well the Nymphs their charge fulfill, And whether they had done the goddesse right, In nursing of her sweet Hermaphrodite: VVhom when she saw, although complete & full, Yet she complaynd, his eyes were somewhat dull: And therefore, more the wanton boy to grace, She puld the sparkling eyes from Cupids face, Fayning a cause to take away his sight, Because the Ape would sometimes shoot for spight. Titan being pleas'd with rest, and not to rise, And loth to open yet his slumbring eyes: And yet perceiuing how the longing sight Of mortals wayted for his glittring light, He sent Aurora from him to the skie, To giue a glimsing to each mortall eye. Which when he did perceiue, he downe did slide, (Laying his glittering Coronet aside) From the bright spangled firmament aboue, To seeke the Nymph that Bacchus so did loue, And found her looking in her watry glasse, To see how cleare her radiant beauty was: And, for he had but little time to stay, Because he meant to finish out his day, At the first sight he 'gan to make his mone, Telling her how his fiery wheeles were gone; Promising her, if she would but obtaine The wheeles, that Mercury had stolne, againe, That he might end his day, she should enioy The heauenly sight of the most beauteous boy That euer was. That which all men of maydens ought to craue. Shop (including exam papers), OU Students on
'Fair stranger then,' says she; 'it shall be so'; And, for she feared his threats, she feigned to go; But hid within a covert's neighboring green, She kept him still in sight, herself unseen. What came he for? Then his gray eye's the cause: that cannot be: The gray-ey'd morne is farre more bold then he: For with a gentle dew from heauens bright towre, It gets the mayden-head of eu'ry flowre.