XLVIII.

And after these the Sea-nymphs marched all,
All goodly damzels, deckt with long greene haire,
Whom of their sire Nereïdes men call,

All which the Oceans daughter to him bare,
The gray-eyde Doris; all which fifty are;
All which she there on her attending had :
Swift Proto; milde Eucratè; Thetis faire;
Soft Spio; sweete Endorè; Sao sad;
Light Doto; wanton Glaucè; and Galenè glad;

XLIX.

White-hand Eunica; proud Dynamenè;
Ioyous Thalia; goodly Amphitrite;
Lovely Pasithee; kinde Eulimene;
Light-foote Cymothoë; and sweete Melitè;

Fairest Pherusa; Phao lilly white;
Wondred Agavè; Poris; and Nesæa;
With Erato that doth in love delite;
And Panopæ; and wise Protomedæa ;

And snowy-neckd Doris; and milke-white Galathæa;

Speedy Hippothoë; and chaste Actea;

Large Lisianassa; and Pronæa sage;

Euagorè; and light Pontoporea;

And, she that with her least word can asswage

The surging seas when they do sorest rage,

Cymodocè; and stout Autonoë;

And Neso; and Eionè well in age;

And seeming still to smile Glauconomè;

And, she that hight of many heastes, Polynomè;

LI.

Fresh Alimeda deckt with girlond greene;
Hyponeo with salt-bedewed wrests;
Laomedia like the christall sheene;
Liagorè much praisd for wise behests;
And Psamathè for her brode snowy brests;
Cymo; Eupompè; and Themistè iust;

And, she that vertue loves and vice detests,
Euarna; and Menippè true in trust;
And Nemertea learned well to rule her lust.

LII.

All these the Daughters of old Nereus were,
Which have the sea in charge to them assinde,
To rule his tides, and surges to uprere,
To bring forth stormes, or fast them to upbinde,
And sailers save from wreckes of wrathfull winde.
And yet besides, three thousand more there were
Of th' Oceans seede, but Ioves and Phoebus kinde
The which in floods and fountaines doe appere,
And all mankinde do nourish with their waters clere.

LIII.

The which, more eath it were for mortall wight
To tell the sands, or count the starres on hye,
Or ought more hard, then thinke to reckon right.
But well I wote that these, which I descry,
Were present at this great Solemnity:
And there, amongst the rest, the Mother was
Of luckelesse Marinell, Cymodocè;
Which, for my Muse herselfe now tyred has,
Unto an other Canto I will overpas.

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CANTO XII.

Marin, for love of Florimell,
In languor wastes his life :
The Nymph, his mother, getteth her
And gives to him for wife.

I.

O WHAT an endlesse worke have I in hand,
To count the Seas abundant progeny,

Whose fruitfull seede farre passeth those in land,
And also those which wonne in th' azure sky!
For much more eath to tell the starres on hy,
Albe they endlesse seeme in estimation,
Then to recount the Seas posterity:

So fertile be the flouds in generation,

So huge their numbers, and so numberlesse their nation.

II.

Therefore the antique wisards well invented
That Venus of the fomy sea was bred;

For that the seas by her are most augmented.
Witnesse th' exceeding fry which there are fed,
And wondrous sholes which may of none be red.
Then blame me not if I have err'd in count

Of gods, of nymphs, of rivers, yet unred:

For though their numbers do much more surmount, Yet all those same were there which erst I did recount.

III.

All those were there, and many other more,
Whose names and nations were too long to tell,
That Proteus house they fild even to the dore;
Yet were they all in order, as befell,
According their degrees disposed well.
Amongst the rest was faire Cymodocè,
The Mother of unlucky Marinell,

Who thither with her came, to learne and see
The manner of the gods when they at banquet be.

IV.

But for he was halfe mortall, being bred
Of mortal sire, though of immortall wombe,
He might not with immortall food be fed,
Ne with th' eternall gods to bancket come;
But walkt abrode, and round about did rome
To view the building of that uncouth place,
That seem'd unlike unto his earthly home:
Where, as he to and fro by chaunce did trace,
There unto him betid a disadventrous case.

V.

Under the hanging of an hideous clieffe
He heard the lamentable voice of one,
That piteously complaind her carefull grieffe,
Which never she before disclosd to none,
But to herselfe her sorrow did bemone :
So feelingly her case she did complaine,

That ruth it moved in the rocky stone,

And made it seeme to feele her grievous paine,

And oft to grone with billowes beating from the maine:

VI.

Though vaine I see my sorrowes to unfold And count my cares, when none is nigh to heare ; Yet, hoping griefe may lessen being told, I will them tell though unto no man neare: For Heaven, that unto all lends equall eare, Is farre from hearing of my heavy plight; And lowest hell, to which I lie most neare, Cares not what evils hap to wretched wight; And greedy seas doe in the spoile of life delight.

VII.

"Yet loe! the seas I see by often beating

Doe pearce the rockes; and hardest marble weares;
But his hard rocky hart for no entreating
Will yeeld, but, when my piteous plaints he heares,
Is hardned more with my aboúndant teares:

Yet though he never list to me relent,

But let me waste in woe my wretched yeares,
Yet will I never of my love repent,

But ioy that for his sake I suffer prisonment.

VIII.

"And when my weary ghost, with griefe outworne,
By timely death shall winne her wished rest,
Let then this plaint unto his eares be borne,
That blame it is, to him that armes profest,
To let her die whom he might have redrest!"
There did she pause, inforced to give place
Unto the passion that her heart opprest ;
And, after she had wept and wail'd a space,
She
gan afresh thus to renew her wretched case: