And dashed upon the bank the waters wide.
‘On the prone head and sandal’d feet they flew—
Lo! slender hoofs and branching horns appear!
The last marred voice not even the favorite knew,
But bayed and fastened on the upbraiding deer.
‘Far be, chaste Goddess, far from me and mine,
The stream that tempts thee in the summer noon!
Alas, that ‘vengeance dwells with charms divine....
‘Elizabeth. Psha! give me the paper: I forwarned thee how it ended ... pitifully, pitifully.
‘Cecil. I cannot think otherwise than that the undertaker of the aforecited poesy hath choused your Highness; for I have seen painted, I know not where, the identically same Dian, with full as many nymphs, as he calls them, and more dogs. So small a matter as a page of poesy shall never stir my choler, nor twitch my purse-string.