Vntill that Ioue himselfe, her selfe bespake:
Speake thou fraile woman, speake with confidence,
Whence art thou, and what doost thou here now make?
What idle errand hast thou,[611] earths mansion to forsake?
Shee, halfe confused with his great commaund, xxvi
Yet gathering spirit of her natures pride,
Him boldly answer’d thus to his demaund:
I am a daughter, by the mothers side,
Of her that is Grand-mother magnifide
Of all the Gods, great Earth, great Chaos child: