Thesauros Literature Epic Metamorphoses

Metamorphoses

Metamorphoses Ovid 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D

Book 14

 
With thirstye throtes. Which doone, and that the cursed witch had smit 223
 
Our highest heare tippes with her wand, (it is a shame, but yit
 
I will declare the truth) I wext all rough with bristled heare,
 
And could not make complaint with woordes. In stead of speech I there
 
Did make a rawghtish grunting, and with groveling face gan beare
 
My visage downeward to the ground. I felt a hooked groyne
 
To wexen hard uppon my mouth, and brawned neck to joyne
 
My head and shoulders. And the handes with which I late ago
 
Had taken up the charmed cup, were turnd to feete as tho.
 
Such force there is in Sorcerie. In fyne wyth other mo
 
That tasted of the selfsame sawce, they shet mee in a Stye.
 
From this missehappe Eurilochus alonly scapte. For why
 
He only would not taste the cup, which had he not fled fro,
 
He should have beene a bristled beast as well as we. And so
 
Should none have borne Ulysses woorde of our mischaunce, nor hee
 
Have come to Circe to revenge our harmes and set us free.
 
The peaceprocurer Mercurie had given to him a whyght
 
Fayre flowre whoose roote is black, and of the Goddes it Moly hyght
 
Assurde by this and heavenly hestes, he entred Circes bowre.
 
And beeing bidden for to drink the cup of baleful powre,
 
As Circe was about to stroke her wand uppon his heare,
 
He thrust her backe, and put her with his naked swoord in feare.
 
Then fell they to agreement streyght, and fayth in hand was plyght.
 
And beeing made her bedfellowe, he claymed as in ryght
 
Of dowrye, for to have his men ageine in perfect plyght.
 
Shee sprincled us with better jewce of uncowth herbes, and strake
 
The awk end of her charmed rod uppon our heades, and spake
 
Woordes to the former contrarie. The more shee charmd, the more
 
Arose wee upward from the ground on which wee daarde before.
 
Our bristles fell away, the clift our cloven clees forsooke.
 
Our shoulders did returne agein: and next our elbowes tooke
 
Our armes and handes theyr former place. Then weeping wee enbrace
 
Our Lord, and hing about his necke whoo also wept apace.
 
And not a woord wee rather spake than such as myght appeere
 
From harts most thankfull to proceede. Wee taryed theyr a yeere.
 
I in that whyle sawe many things, and many things did heere.
 
I marked also this one thing with store of other geere
 
Which one of Circes fowre cheef maydes (whoose office was alway
 
Uppon such hallowes to attend) did secretly bewray
 
To mee. For in the whyle my Lord with Circe kept alone,

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