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I marvel, Protea is so far before me, if she run, isle fly: sweet Protea, where art thou it is Petulius calls Protea. What divine goddess is this? What sweet har money? My heart is ra ished with such tickling thoughts, and mine eyes stayed with such a bewitching beauty, that I can neither find the means to remove my affection, nor to turn aside my looks. Sing again Syren. I yield to death, but with such delight, that I would not wish to live, unless it were to hear thy sweet lays. Not yet come to my self, or if I be, I dare not credit mine ears. Love thee divine goddess? Vouchsafe I may honour thee, and live by the imagination I have of thy words and worthiness. Out dotterels, whose dim eyes cannot discern beauty, nor doting age judge of love. Thy silver hairs are not so precious, as her golden locks, nor thy crooked age of that estimation, as her flowering youth. What are thou, which so blasphemest this divine creature? Protea? What dost thou hear, Petulius? Where is Protea? Is this a Syren, and thou Ulysses? cursed be that hell lish carcase, and blessed be thy heavenly spirit. How am I delivered! the old man is vanished, and here for him stands Protea. I will, and only love Protea, and never cease to wonder at Protea. A strange discourse, Protea, by which I find the gods amorous, and Virgins immortal goddesses, full of cruelty, and men of unhappiness. I know, Protea, that hard iron falling into fire, wax eth soft, and then the tender heart of a Virgin being in love, must needs melt: for what should a fair young and witty Lady answer, to the sweet enticements of love, but, Men have often feigned sighs. Suppose I love not. If men swear and lie, how will you try their loves? The gods put wit into women. I did this but to try your patience. All changed from their shapes? A fair warning to Protea ; I hope she will love without dissembling. Honoured be mighty Cupid, that makes me love. Then shall Petulius be most happy.
Plot summary
Plot — Love's Metamorphosis
Three nymphs are loved by three foresters but reject them. The foresters offend Erisychthon, ruler of the forest, by cutting down a tree sacred to Ceres and blaspheming the goddess. The tree is revealed to contain Fidellia, a nymph transformed after being raped by a satyr, and she calls for revenge. Ceres punishes Erisychthon with perpetual hunger, driving him to attempt to sell his daughter Protea for food. Neptune grants Protea the power of metamorphosis, allowing her to escape. Meanwhile, the foresters seek help from Cupid, who punishes the disdainful nymphs through transformations: Nisa becomes a rock, Celia a rose, and Niobe a bird. Protea later saves her lover from a Siren’s temptation. Eventually Cupid and Ceres reverse the punishments, freeing Erisychthon from hunger and restoring the nymphs to their original forms. The nymphs finally accept the love of the foresters.