¶ But for to tel you how Colus was brought.
¶ In daungere of Pluto yet had I forget
¶ wherfore on this mater forther wyl I nought.
¶ Procede tyll I therof haue knowlege you let
¶ It befell on a day the weder was wete
¶ And Colus thought he wold on his dysport.
¶ Goo t reioyse his spyrytis and comforte
¶ He thought he wold se what was in the ground
¶ And in a krauers forth he gan hym dresse
¶ A drough had the erthe late before found.
¶ That caused it to chyne & krauy more & lesse /
¶ Sodenly by wete constreyned by duresse
¶ Was the ground to close his superfycyall face.
¶ So streyt that to scape colus had noo space
¶ This seyng Colus be styll wythin abode.
¶ Sekyng where he myght haue gene fer or nere.
¶ A[n]one he was espyed and one to Pluto rode
¶ And told hym how Colus was in his daungere.
¶ Than sayd he to Cerberus fet me that prysonere /
¶ Tyl I haue hym sene let hym not go at large /
¶ As the wylt answere of hem I yeue the charge
¶ Thus was this Colus take prysonere
¶ Than happed it so that the sa[m]e day
¶ Pluto had prefyxed for a grete mater
¶ Mynos to syt in his robe of Ray
¶ Wherfore Cerberus toke the next way
¶ And led hym to the place where the court shalbe
¶ where I told you Morpleus brought me
¶ So thyder c[a]me Dya[n]a caryed in carre
¶ To make her compleynt as I told you all
¶ And so dyd Neptunus that doth make and mar
¶ Walewyng with his wawys & tomblyng as a ball
¶ Her matters they meued fal what may befall
¶ There was the fyrst syght that euer I them saw
¶ And yf I neuer do eft I care not a straw
¶ But now to my matter retourne agayn
¶ And tu begyn new where I left.
¶ whan al the goddis had done her besy payne.
¶ The way to contryue how it shuld be reft
¶ Of his lyf Attropos had no cause eft
¶ To compleyn than Phebus stert vpon her fete /
¶ And sayd I pray you let me speke a word yet
¶ Othea menyth wel to say on this wyse
¶ But al to entret Neptunus i hope shal not nede
¶ Me semyth I alone durst take that entesprise.
¶ Er I am begyled or ellis I shal spede
¶ How say ye Neptunus shal I do this dede.
¶ Wy[l] ye your rancour seale at my request
¶ Madame quod he reule me as ye lykyth best
¶ Gr[a]mercy sayd she of your good wyll
¶ That it pleysyth you to shew me that fauorus
¶ Wherfore the goddys hygh pleysur to fulfyll
¶ Performe my desyre & leue al olde rancoure
¶ For our elders wele & sauyng of oure honour
¶ Agayn this colus that ye long haue had
¶ It is done quod he forsoth than am I gladd
¶ Sayd he now than Colus be thou to vs trewe
¶ Kepe well the eyr and oure grete rebell
¶ May we than sone euer to vs subdew
¶ Yes and that quod Colus shall here tell
¶ Nowhere in the eyr shall he rest nor dwel
¶ If he do therof put me in the faute
¶ Wyth my bytter blastes so shal I hym asaut
¶ What sayd the god Pluto what is his name.
¶ That thus presumyth agayn vs to rebell
¶ Vertu quod attropes that haue he mykyl shame
¶ He is neuer confounded thus of hym here I tell
¶ A sayd this pluto in dede I know hym wel
¶ He hath ben euer myn vtter ennemye
¶ Wherfore this mater agayn hym take wyll I