EURYBATES

¶Bless we with burning sacrifice, at length this lucky day. ¶God grant & gyve us better news then this that thou dost crave: The heavy hap of fighting floods orbyddes the truth to have. Our scat read fleet the swelling seas attempts in such a plight, That ship from ship was taken clean out of eke others sight. Atrides in the waters wide turmoiled and straying far, More violence by seas sustained then by the bloody war. And as it were a conquered man escaping home all weet Now brings in his company of such a mighty fleet, A sort of bruised broken barks, beshaken, torn, and rend. ¶Thou willest me to make report of heavy woeful gear. Thou biddest me most grievous news with tidings good to part: For uttering of this woeful hap my Feeble mind does start. And horribly appalled is with this so monstrous ill. ¶When ̄ Trojan buildings blazing bright did burn away, and broil, Enkindled First by Greekish brand, they fallen to part the spoil: Repairing fast unto the seas again we come a board, And now the soldiers weary loins were eased of his sword, Their bucklers cast aside upon the hatches lie above: Their warlike hands in practice put, and Oers learn to move: Eke little hyndraunce seems to much to them in hasty plight, When of recourse the Admiral, gave watchword by his light, And trumpet blast began to call our army from delay, The painted Pup with gilded snout did First guide on the way: And cut the course, which fol king on a thousand ships did ryue, Then first a wind with p pling puffs our lancing ships did drive: Which glided down upon our sails: the water being calm With breath of western wind so mild scant moved any walm. The shining seas bespread about with ships, does glyster bright, And also covered with the same, lay hid from Phaebus light: It does us good, to gaze upon the nak worser shore of Troy: The desert Phrygian plots so bar to view, we hopp for joy: The youth echone besturrs the ̄ selves, and striking altogether They tough their oars, & w to their toil they help the wind and weather. They tug, and chearly row by course, the spyrtyng seas up dash, Against the ratlyng rybs of ships The flapping floods do flash The hoary froth of wrestling waves which oars alo to does raise, Do draw and trace a furrow through the marble faced seas. When stro ̄ her blast with belly swollen our hoisted sails did fill, They row no more, but let the Pup to go with wind at will, Their shearing Over laid aside our Pilot does espy, How far from any land aloof our sails reculyng fly. Or bloody batells does display, the threats of Hector stout, Or of his ratlyng Waggins tells, wherein he road about: Or how his gashed carckas slain and trained about the filled, To funeral flames, and obit rights for coin again was yield. How Jupiter embathed was all in his royal blood. The frolyck Fish desposed was to mirth in Tyrren flood, And fetching fryskes both in and out plays on the waters brim, And on his broad and fynny back about the seas does swim, With gamballs quick in rings arou ̄ worser, and side to side inclined, Erwhyle he sports afront the pup, and whips again behind, Now fydlyng on the snout before, the dallying wanton rout With iocundarye jolly tryckes does skyp the fleet about. Sometime he stands gazing on and eyes the vessels bright, Now every shore is covered clean, and land is out of sight, The perilous point of Ida rock in sight does open lie, And that alone espy we could with fyrm lie fixed eye, A dusky cloud of sti ling smoke from Troy did smolter black, When Titan from the weary necks the heavy yokes did slack. The fading light did groveling bend, and down the day did shroud, Against the stars amounting up a little mystie cloud, Came belching out in irksome lompe, and Phaebus galland beams He spewed upon, bestaining them duet down in western streams. The Sun set swerving in such sort with diverse change of face Did gyve us cause, to have mistrust of Neptune's doubted grace. The evening first did bun nish bright, and paint with stars the sky, The winds were laid, & clean forsook our sails, that quiet lie. when ̄ cracking, rattling, rumbling noise, rushed down with h thundering sway From top of hyls, which greater stir does threaten and bewray. With belowinges, & yellings loud, the shores do grunt and groan, The craggy clyues, & roaring rocks, do howl in hollow stone. The bubbling uva ers swells upreared before the wrestling wind, When suddenly the lowering light of moon is hid and blind. The glymsyng stars do go to glade, the surging seas are tossed Even to the skies, among the cloud the light of heaven is lost More nights in one compacted are, with shadow dym and black, One shade upon another does more darkness heap and pack, And every spark of light consumed the waves and skies do meet. The ruffling winds range on the seas through every coast they lytt. They heave it up with violence. ouerturnd from bottom low, The western wind flat in the face of eastern wind does blow. With hurley burley Boreas set open his blasting mouth, And gyroeth out his boysteous breath, against the stormy south, Each wind w to all his might does blow, and works dangers deep, They shake the floods, a sturdy blast along the seas does swepe. That rolls, & u ̄ bles wave on wave, a northern tempest strong Abundance great of flackye snow does hurl our ships among. The south wind out of Libya does rage upon a should, And with the puissant force thereof the quick sands up be rolled, Nor bideth in the south, which does with tempest lump and lower, And force the flowing floods to rise by powering out a shower. The stubbern E r S earthquakes made, and shook the countries eas , And E S cost, where Phaebus First ariseth from his test. How violent Corus strecht and tear his yawning mouth ull wide? A man would sure have thought y world did from his centre flyde, And that the frames of heaven broke p the gods down would fallen, And Chaos dark confused heap would shade and cover all. The stream strave w to the wind, y wind did Beatrice it back again, The springing sea within his banks can not it self contain, The raging shower his tryllyng drops does mingle with the seas, And yet in all this misery they find not so much eas, To see and know what ill it is, that works their decay. The darkness dim oppresses Still and keeps the light away: The black facest night w to hellicke hew was clad of stygian lake And yet full oft with glimsyng beams the sparkling fire out brake. The cloud does crack, and being rend the lightning leapeth out, The wretches like the same so well it shining them about, That still they wish such light to hau . (although God woe but ill) The navy swaying down it self does cast away, and spill. One side with other side is cracked, and helm is rend with helm, The shypp it self the gulping seas do headlong over whelm. Erwhyle a grydie gaping gulphe does sup it up amain, Then by and by tossed up aloft it spews it out again, She with her swagging full of sea to bottom low does sink, And drencheth deep aside in floods her tottering broken brink. That underneath a dosen waves lay drowned out of sight, Her broken planks swim 'vp & down, spoiled is her tackle quyght, Both sail and Oars clean are lest, the main mast cake is gone. That wonted was to bea e upright the sail yard thereupon, The timber and the broken boards lie on the waters brim, When cold & shivering fear in us does strike through every lyam The wisest wy ts entocksycate dare nothing enterprise, And Cunning practice nought avail , When fearful storms arise, The mariners letting duty slip stand staring all aghast, Their scooping oars suddenly out of their hands are wrest. To prayer then apace we fallen, when others hope is none, The Greeks & Trojans to the Gods alike do make their moan. Alack what succour of the fates may we poor wretches find? Against his father Pyrrhus bears a spiteful cankered India, At Ajax grudge Ulysses does, King Menela does hate Great Hector: Agamemnon is with Priam at debate. Oh happy man is he, that does lie slain in Trojan ground, And hath deserved by handy stroke, to take his fatal wound, Whom fame preserveth, taking up his tomb in conquered land. Those momes whose melting cowards heart durst never take in hand, Or enterprise no noble act, those force of floods shall drown, But fate forbearing long, will take stout Brutus's of high renown, Full well we may ashamed be, in such a sort to die, If any man his spiteful mind yet can not satysfie, with these ou ragious plum ̄ ging plagues That down from gods are sent, Appeace at length thy wrathful God again, and eke relent. Even Troy for pity would have wept, to see our woeful case, But if that in thy boiling breast black rancour Still have place, And that the Greeks to ruin run, it be thy purpose bent, Why do these Trojans go to wrack? for whom thus are we spent? Assuage the rigour of the sea that threa nyng hyls up rears: This drenched fleet the Trojan folk and Greeks together bears. Then from their prayers ar they put, their foultryng tongues do stay, the roaring seas does drown their voice and cares their cries away. Then mighty Pallas armed with the lepping lightning fire, That testy Jove does use to hurl prouokte to swelling ire, With threatening Javelin in her hand, her prow means to try, And eke her force whoes boiling breast with Gorgon fits does fry, Or what with target she can do, and with her father's fire. Then from the skies another storm begynnes abroad to spire, But Ajax nothing yet dismayed all force withstandeth stout, who ̄ when he spread his swelling sails with cable stretched out, She lighting down did wring him hard, & wrapped him in her am, And flange another flashing dint of lightning on the same, With all her force and violence her h and brought back again, She tossed him out, as late that feat her ather taught her plain. Both over Ajax and his Pup she slayeth overthwart, And renting man and ship, of both she bears away a part, His courage nought abated yet he all to syngde does eme, Even like a stubborn ragged rock amid the striving stream, He trains along the roaring seas and eke the waltering wave By shoving on his bourly breast in sunder quite he drove, The Bark with hand he caught, & on it self did type it over, Yet Ajax shineth in the flood which darkness blind does cover. At length attaining to a rock his thundering crake's were these, I conquered have the force of fire and rage of fighting seas, It does me good, to master thus the anger of the sky, with Pallas wrath, the lightning flames and floods tumulting hie. The terror of the warlyck God once could not make me fly, The force of Mars and Hector both at once sustained have I. Nor Phaebus darts could me continued ̄ strain, from him one foot to shoes, All these beside the Phrygians subdued we have, and won: when other Mecocks flings his darts shall I not them withstand? Yea, what if Phaebus came him self, to pitch them with his hand? When in his melancholy mood He boasted without mean. Then father Neptune lift his head above the waters clean. The beaten rock with forked mace he undermining plucked From bottom lose, & sunk it down, when down him self he duckte. There Ajax lay, by land, by sire, and storm of seas destroyed, But we by suffering shypwrack, are with greater plagues annoyed. A subtle shallow flood there is flown on a stony should, Where crafty Caphar out of sight the lurking rocks does hold, Upon whose sharp and ragged top the swelling tide does flow, The boiling waves do Beatrice theron Still sweaing to and from: A turret nodding over it does hang with falling sway, From whence on either side from ̄ height prospect espy we may Two seas: and on this hand the coast where P lops ons did reign, And Istmus flood in narrow creek, reculyng back again, Does stop Ionian sea, lest in to Hellespont it run, On tother partly is Lemnon flood that fame by bloodshed won. On tother side Chalcedon town does stand against this fort, A worser Aulis I'll that stayed our ships that thither did resort. This Castle here inhabit does our Palimedes sier, Whose cursed hand held in the top a brand oh flaming fire, That did allure our fleet, to turn on lurking rocks a right, Enticing them with wily blaze to come unto the light. All into fitters shaken are the we sells on the should, But other some do swim, and some upon the rocks are roulde. And other slyppyng back again so to eschew the rocks, His bruised ribs and ratlyng sides against each other knocks, Whereby the other he does brea e, and broken is him self, Then would they lance int the deep, for now they dr and the shelf, This peck of roubles chaun to to hap in dawning of the day. But when the Gods (besought of us) began the rage to stay, And Phaebus golden beams began a fresh to render light, The doleful day dys ryed all the damage done by night.