¶ Wyth such tydynges as he wold hem tel
¶ So forth he went & spake wordes fell
¶ Whan he came in the presence of the goddis [a]lle
¶ As he had ben mad he loked hym a bout
¶ His shete from his body downe he let fall
¶ And on a reud maner he saluted al the route
¶ Wyth a bold voys spekyng wordes stoute
¶ But he spake all holow as it had ben one
¶ Had spoke in a nother world that had wo begon
¶ He stode forth boldly with grym countenaunce
¶ Sayng on this wyse as ye shal here
¶ All ye goddes yeue attendaunce
¶ Vnto my wordes without all daungere
¶ Remembre how ye made me your offycere
¶ Al tho wyth my darte fynally to chastyse
¶ That thou dysobeyed or wolde your law dyspise
¶ And for the more surete seiled my patent
¶ Gyuyng me full power so to ocupy
¶ Wherto I haue enployed myn entent
¶ And that can dame Nature testefy
¶ If she be examyned she wyll not it denye
¶ For whan she forsakyth ony creature
¶ I am al redy to take hym to my cure
¶ Thus haue I deuly wyth al mi dylygence.
¶ Executed the offyce of olde antyquyte
¶ To me by you graunted by your comyn sentece
¶ For I spared none hygh nor low degre
¶ So that on my parte no faute hath be
¶ For as sone as ony to me commytted was
¶ I smote hym to the hert he had none other grace
¶ Ector of Troy for al his cheualry
¶ Alexander the grete & myghty conqueroure
¶ Iulyus Cezar with al his companye
¶ Dauyd nor Iosue nor worthy Artur
¶ Charlis the noble that was so gret of honour
¶ Nor Iudas Machabee for al his trew herte
¶ Nor Godfrey of Boleyn coud me not asterte
¶ Nabugodonozor for al his grete pryde
¶ Nor the kyng of Egypt cruel Pharao
¶ Iason ne Hercules went they neuer so wyde.
¶ Cosdras Hanyball nor gentyll Sypyo·
¶ Cyrus Achylles nor many another mo
¶ For fayr nor foule gat of me no grace
¶ But al be at the last I seased hem with my mace.
¶ Thus haue I brought euery creature
¶ To an ende both man fysshe foule and best
And euery other thyng in whome dame nature
¶ Hath ony Iurysdyccion eyther most or lest
¶ Except oonly one in whome your be hest
¶ Is to me broke for ye me promysed
That my myght of none shold haue be dyspysed
¶ Wherof the contrary daoe I well a uow
¶ Is trew for one there is that wyl not apply
¶ Vnto my correction nor in no wyse bow
¶ To the dynt of my darte for dole nor desteny·
¶ What comfort he hath nor the cause why
¶ That he so rebellyth I can not thynk of ryght
But yf ye hym graunted your alders saf condyght.
¶ And yf he so haue than do ye not as goddis.
¶ For a goddys wrytyng may not reuersed be.
¶ Yf it shold I wold not gyue you ii pesecoddis
¶ For graunt of your patent of offyce nere of fee.
¶ Wherefore in this mater do me equyte
¶ Accerding to my patent for tyl this be do
¶ Ye haue no more my seruyse nor my gode wyl
¶ And whan al the goddis had attropos hered
¶ As they had ben wode brayd vp attones
¶ & sayd they wold not rest tyll he were conquered
¶ Taken and dystroyed body blode and bones
¶ And that they swere grete othes for the nonis
¶ Her lav to dyspyce that was so malapert
¶ They sayd he shuld be taught for to be so pert
¶ Wel sayd Appollo yf he on erth be
¶ wyth my brennyng chare I shall hym confound
¶ In feyth quod neptunus & he kepe these
¶ He may be well sure he shall be drownd
¶ A syr sayd Mars this haue we wel found
¶ That ony dysubeyed oure goodly precept
¶ We may well thynk we haue to long slept
¶ But neuertheles where I may hym fynd
¶ wyth thunder & lyghtning about I shall hym chase
¶ And I quod Saturnus before and behynd.
¶ with my bytte cold shall shew hym harde grace
¶ well sayd Mercuryus yf I may se his face.
¶ For euer of his spech I shall hym depryue
¶ So that hym were better dede than alyue
¶ Ye quod Othea yet may he well be
¶ In the eyr where he wyll & ax you no leue
¶ wherfore my counseyl is that all we
¶ May entrete Neptunus his rancour foryeue.
¶ And than I dout not Colus wyl hym myscheue
¶ So may ye be sure he soal you not escape
¶ & ellis of you anger he wyll make but a iape.
¶ But for to tel you how Colus was brought.
¶ In daungere of Pluto yet had I forget
¶ wherfore on this mater forther wyl I nought.
¶ Procede tyll I therof haue knowlege you let
¶ It befell on a day the weder was wete
¶ And Colus thought he wold on his dysport.
¶ Goo t[u] reioyse his spyrytis and comforte
¶ He thought he wold se what was in the ground
¶ And in a krauers forth he gan hym dresse
¶ A drough had the erthe late before found.
¶ That caused it to chyne & krauy more & lesse /
¶ Sodenly by wete constreyned by duresse
¶ Was the ground to close his superfycyall face.
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