Their shining gorges; the while black-ey'd swans

Did sing as woful epicedians,

As they would straightways die: when Pity's queen,

The goddess Ecte,[89] that had ever been

Hid in a watery cloud near Hero's cries,270

Since the first instant of her broken eyes,

Gave bright Leucote voice, and made her speak,

To ease her anguish, whose swoln breast did break

With anger at her goddess, that did touch

Hero so near for that she us'd so much;