The Assemble of Goddes | Page 7

A smocke was
her wede garnysshed curyusli
¶ But all other she had a wanton eye
¶ On her hede she wered a red coper crowne
¶ A nosegay she had
made ful plesauntly
¶ Bytwene her & aurora Apollo set hym doune

¶ Wyth his beames bryght he shone so ferue{n}tly
¶ That he therwyth
gladyd al {the} company
¶ A crown of pure gold was on his hede set

¶ In syne {that} he was mayster & lorde of {that} banket
¶ Nota
¶ Thus was the table set round aboute
¶ Wyth goddes &
goddesses as i haue you told
¶ Awaytyng on the bord was a grete
route
¶ Of sage phylosophers & poetes many fold
¶ There was sad
Sychero & Arystotle olde
¶ Tholome Dorothe wyth Dyogenes
¶
Plato Myssehala and wyse Socrates

¶ Sortes & Saph[y]r{us} {with} hermes stode behynd
¶ Auycen &
Aueroys wyth hem were in fere
¶ Galyen & ypocras that physyk haue
in mynd
¶ wyth help of Esculapyo{n} toward he{m} drow ner
¶
Vyrgyle Orace Ouyd and Omere
¶ Euclyde and albert yaue her
attendaunce
¶ To do the godds & goddesses plesaunce
¶ Horeberded Orphe{us} was there {with} his harpe.
¶ And as a poyt
musycal made he melody
Other mi{n}stral had ther non saf Pan ga{n}
to carpe
¶ Of his leud bagpyp which caused {the} compani
¶ To
law yet many mo ther we{re} yf i shuld not ly
¶ Som yong som old
both better and werse
¶ But mo of theyr names can I not reherce
¶ Of al maner deyntes there was habu{n}dau{n}ce
¶ Of metes &
drynkes foyson plenteuous
¶ In cam Dyscord to haue varyaunce
¶
But there was no roum to set her i{n} that hous
¶ The goddis
remembred the scysme odious
¶ Among the thre goddesses {that} she
had wrought Original has ¶ At the fest of Peleus wherfore they thought
he instead
of she ¶ They wold not {with} her dele in a venture
¶ Lest she hem
brought to som inconuenyente
¶ She seyng this was wroth out of
mesure
¶ And in that grete wrath out of {the} paleyse we{n}t
¶
Say{n}g to herself that chere shuld thei repent
¶ And anone {with}
Attropes happed she to mete.
¶ As he had ben a gost came in a
wy{n}dy{n}g shete
¶ She toke hym by {the} hond & rowned in his ere
¶ And told hy{m}
of the banket {that} was so delycate.
How she was receyued & what
chere she had {the}re
¶ And how euery god sat in his astate
¶ Is it
thus q{uo}d attropos what in {the} deuyls date
¶ Well he sayd I se
well how the game goth
¶ Ones yet for your sake shal I make he{m}
wroth
¶ And whan she had hym al togyder told
¶ From her he departed & of

her toke his leue /
¶ Sayng {that} for her sake his way take he wolde

¶ In to the paleys his maters to meue
¶ And or he thens went he
trowed he{m} to greue.
¶ Wyth such tydynges as he wold hem tel
¶
So forth he went & spake wordes fell
¶ Whan he came in the p{re}sence of {the} goddis [a]lle ¶ As he had
ben mad he loked hym a bout
¶ His shete from his body downe he let
fall
¶ And on a reud maner he saluted al the route
¶ Wyth a bold
voys spekyng wordes stoute
¶ But he spake all holow as it had ben
one
¶ Had spoke in a nother world {that} had wo begon
¶ He stode forth boldly {with} grym countenau{n}ce
¶ Sayng on this
wyse as ye shal here
¶ All ye goddes yeue attendaunce
¶ Vnto my
wordes {with}out all daungere
¶ Remembre how ye made me your
offycere
¶ Al tho wyth my darte fynally to chastyse
¶ That {thou}
dysobeyed or wolde your law dyspise
¶ And for the more surete seiled my patent
¶ Gyuyng me full power
so to ocupy
¶ Wherto I haue enployed myn entent
¶ And that can
dame Nature testefy
¶ If she be examyned she wyll not it denye
¶
For whan she forsakyth ony creature
¶ I am al redy to take hy{m} to
my cure
¶ Thus haue I deuly wyth al mi dylygence.
¶ Executed the offyce of
olde antyquyte
¶ To me by you grau{n}ted by your comyn se{n}tece

¶ For I spared none hygh nor low degre
¶ So that on my parte no
faute hath be
¶ For as sone as ony to me commytted was
¶ I smote
hy{m} to {the} hert he had none other grace
¶ Ector of Troy for al his cheualry
¶ Alexander the grete & myghty
conqueroure
¶ Iulyus Cezar {with} al his companye
¶ Dauyd nor
Iosue nor worthy Artur
¶ Charlis the noble that was so gret of honour

¶ Nor Iudas Machabee for al his trew herte
¶ Nor Godfrey of
Boleyn coud me not asterte

¶ Nabugodonozor for al his grete pryde
¶ Nor the kyng of Egypt cruel
Pharao
¶ Iason ne Hercules went they neuer so wyde.
¶ Cosdras
Hanyball nor gentyll Sypyo·
¶ Cyrus