Thesauros Literature Epic Metamorphoses

Metamorphoses

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

Book 4

 
Sure holde upon his scalie necke lest writhing back his head 706
 
His cruell teeth might doe him harme: so Persey in that stead
 
Discending downe the ayre amaine with all his force and might
 
Did seize upon the monsters backe: and underneath the right
 
Finne hard unto the verie hilt his hooked sworde did smight.
 
The monster being wounded sore did sometime leape aloft,
 
And sometime under water dive, bestirring him full oft
 
As doth a chaufed Boare beset with barking Dogges about.
 
But Persey with his lightsome wings still keeping him without
 
The monsters reach, with hooked sword doth sometime hew his back
 
Where as the hollow scales give way: and sometime he doth hacke
 
The ribbes on both his maled sides: and sometime he doth wound
 
His spindle tayle where into fish it growes most smal and round.
 
The Whale at Persey from his mouth such waves of water cast,
 
Bemixed with the purple bloud, that all bedreint at last
 
His feathers verie heavie were: and doubting any more
 
To trust his wings now waxing wet, he straight began to sore
 
Up to a rocke which in the calme above the water stood:
 
But in the tempest evermore was hidden with the flood.
 
And leaning thereunto and with his left hand holding just
 
The top thereof a dozen times his weapon he did thrust
 
Among his guttes. The joyfull noyse and clapping of their hands
 
The which were made for loosening of Andromad from hir bands,
 
Filde all the coast and heaven it selfe. The parents of the Maide
 
Cassiope and Cepheus were glad and well appayde:
 
And calling him their sonne in law confessed him to bee
 
The helpe and savegarde of their house. Andromade the fee
 
And cause of Perseys enterprise from bondes now beyng free,
 
He washed his victorious hands. And lest the Snakie heade
 
With lying on the gravell hard should catch some harme, he spred
 
Soft leaves and certaine tender twigs that in the water grew,
 
And laid Medusas head thereon: the twigs yet being new
 
And quicke and full of juicie pith full lightly to them drew
 
The nature of this monstrous head. For both the leafe and bough
 
Full straungely at the touch thereof became both hard and tough.
 
The Sea nymphes tride this wondrous fact in divers other roddes
 
And were full glad to see the chaunge, bicause there was no oddes
 
Of leaves or twigs or of the seedes new shaken from the coddes.
 
For still like nature ever since is in our Corall founde:
 
That looke how soone it toucheth Ayre it waxeth hard and sounde,

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