MANTO

'Tis done. And all the fierce fieice, with incense bright do flame. Not so. But first it mounts alost, and straight it flasheth out. Not one. But diverse, colours mixed the flame does with it bear. Much Like unto the Rainbow, which with sundry painted hues Foreshows unto the husbandmen the weather that ensues. What colour it wants, or what it hath, to me is Like uncertain. Now is it black, now blue, now read, and even now again Quite out it is. Yet once again, all fierce it flashing flames: But lo, yet mischiefs more then this, unluckily it frames. The fire quite a sunder parts, and flame with flame does fight. Oh father I abhor to see, this ugly loathsome sighed. The Wine to blood is turned quite, and all the Princes head, With thick black clouds enco ̄ passed is, with smoke all overspread. Oh father tell what this portends? What may this thing betide? The Bull (a wonder great to see) his head on High he lifts And turned still unto the East, from thence it always shifts, Still loathing as he seems to me, of heaven to see the light, Oft scouling with his blearing eyes with gastely ruthful sighed. The Heifer as it seemed, inflamed with courage stout and brave Upon the mortal Blade did rush, and there herself destroys: When out the blood it foaming spouts, and mounts unto the Skies. The brawny Bull twice stroke or thrice, with groveling groaning tires, And toiling up and down he moils. And still to live desires. And yet at length with much ado, his brutish breath expiers. Out of the wounded Heifers breast Black bluish waters rush. As for the Bull, but little blood, out of his wounds does gush. to back rebounds, and from his Mouth & Eyes by streams oath flow. But what these dreadful signs portend the Gods aloane donc know. Oh Father what means this (alas) that more then wonted guise The Inward stir? and shake my hands, and heaving oft arise, The blood by streams out of the vains, full strangely skips aloft. The heart all schorcht and hidden lies, and strikes are seen full oft, Of Colour very won and pale: The chiefest parts do want. The Liver blame kish gall out spurts, and somewhat rising pants. And that, that mischiefs great, to kingdoms does foreshow: Tuum heads are seen, and yet both heads one skin does ouerg owe And ouerheales them quite, But yet the skin, it is so thin That easily one may discern what lies hid therein. And that which horror does increase, a man may plainly see How both the heart, the Lights, and Lungs, and all disturbed be. The fearful noise and found you here is not of beasts, but fire That roaring on the Alters makes, presaging wrekefull ire Of angry Gods who do foretell some purpose that they have, For to revenge some foul misdeed that vengeance joust does crave. No partly his proper place observes, nor keeps his order endue: But altogether quite disguised, with and unwonted hue. Mishapen, out of frame, transformde, displaced quite (alas) What thing is that the Gods intend ere long to br ng to pass?