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[Footnote 168: a contradiction of mighty.]
[Footnote 169: Divest.]
[Footnote 170: embrace.]
[Footnote 171: mightiness.]
[Footnote 172: counsel.]
[Footnote 173: Firmness, stedfastness.]
[Footnote 174: doubt, suspense.]
[Footnote 175: not knowing.]
[Footnote 176: wonder.]
[Footnote 177: homage, obeysance.]
[Footnote 178: they.]
[Footnote 179: frown.]
[Footnote 180: kill.]
[Footnote 181: curriedowe, flatterer.]
[Footnote 182: reward.]
[Footnote 183: holy.]
[Footnote 184: help.]
[Footnote 185: allow.]
[Footnote 186: manors.]
[Footnote 187: alone.]
[Footnote 188: Endeavoured.]
[Footnote 189: freeze.]
[Footnote 190: undismayed.]
[Footnote 191: armed, pointed.]
[Footnote 192: hoisted on high, raised.]
[Footnote 193: foes, enemies.]
[Footnote 194: fly.]
[Footnote 195: head.]
[Footnote 196: stretched.]
[Footnote 197: Like.]
[Footnote 198: two.]
[Footnote 199: flaming.]
[Footnote 200: meteors.]
[Footnote 201: beats, stamps.]
[Footnote 202: closely.]
[Footnote 203: mantled, covered.]
[Footnote 204: guides.]
[Footnote 205: armed.]
[Footnote 206: arose.]
[Footnote 207: helmet.]
ENGLYSH METAMORPHOSIS:
Bie T. ROWLEIE.
BOOKE 1st[1].
Whanne Scythyannes, salvage as the wolves theie chacde, Peyncted in horrowe[2] formes bie nature dyghte, Heckled[3] yn beastskyns, slepte uponne the waste, And wyth the morneynge rouzed the wolfe to fyghte, Swefte as descendeynge lemes[4] of roddie lyghte 5 Plonged to the hulstred[5] bedde of laveynge seas, Gerd[6] the blacke mountayn okes yn drybblets[7] twighte[8], And ranne yn thoughte alonge the azure mees, Whose eyne dyd feerie sheene, like blue-hayred defs[9], That dreerie hange upon Dover's emblaunched[10] clefs. 10
Soft boundeynge over swelleynge azure reles[11]
The salvage natyves sawe a shyppe appere; An uncouthe[12] denwere[13] to theire bosomme steles; Theyre myghte ys knopped[14] ynne the froste of fere.
The headed javlyn lisseth[15] here and there; 15 Theie stonde, theie ronne, theie loke wyth eger eyne; The shyppes sayle, boleynge[16] wythe the kyndelie ayre, Ronneth to harbour from the beateynge bryne; Theie dryve awaie aghaste, whanne to the stronde A burled[17] Trojan lepes, wythe Morglaien sweerde yn honde. 20
Hymme followede eftsoones hys compheeres[18], whose swerdes Glestred lyke gledeynge[19] starres ynne frostie nete, Hayleynge theyre capytayne in chirckynge[20] wordes Kynge of the lande, whereon theie set theyre fete.
The greete kynge Brutus thanne theie dyd hym greete, 25 Prepared for battle, mareschalled the syghte; Theie urg'd the warre, the natyves fledde, as flete As fleaynge cloudes that swymme before the syghte; Tyll tyred with battles, for to ceese the fraie, Theie uncted[21] Brutus kynge, and gave the Trojanns swaie. 30
