The Assemble of Goddes Part 2

And what execucyon shall on hym be doo For his offence / well sayd Appollo.

Madame ye shall haue all your plesere.

Syth that it wyll none otherwyse be.

But fyste I pray you let me {the} mater here why he is brought in this perplexyte.

well sayd Pluto that shall ye sone se.

And gan to declare euen by and by.

Bothe theyr complayntes ordynatly.

And whan Appolo had herd the reporte Of Pluto in a maner smylynge he sayd.

I se well Colus thou hast small comforte.

Thy selfe to excuse thou mayst be dysmayde For to here so grete co{m}pleyntes ayen the layd And notwythstondyng if thou can say ought For thyne own wele say and tary nought

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Forsoth sayd Colus yf I had respyte.

Hereto an answere cowd I counterfete.

But to haue her grace more is my delyte.

wherfore I pray you all for me entrete.

That I may by your req{ue}st her G.o.de grace gete And what payn or greef ye for me prouyde wythout ony grutchyng I shall it abyde.

Lo good dame sayd G.o.d Appollo.

what may he do more but sew to your grace.

Beholde how the teres from his eyen goo.

It is satysfaction half for his tres.p.a.ce.

Now gloryo{us} G.o.ddes shew your petio{us} face To this pore prysoner at my request.

All we for youre honour thynke thus is best.

And yf it lyke you to do in thys wyse.

And so to foryeue hym clerely his offence.

One thynge surely I wyll you promyse.

If he ought rebell and make resystence Or dysobey vnto your sentence. Original has For euery tree that he maketh fall. sencence Out of the erthe an /C/ ryse shall. instead of sentence Soo that youre game shall not dyscrease For lacke of shade i dare vndertake well syr Appolo sayd she than wyll I cease Off all my rancour and mercy {with} you make And than G.o.d Neptunus of his maner spak Saying th{us} appolo though dyana him relese yet shall he sue to me to haue his pease.

A sayd Appolo ye wende I had forgete.

You for my lady Dyana the G.o.ddesse.

Nay thynke not so for I wyll you entrete.

As well as her wythoute longe processe.

wyll ye agre that Phebus your maystresse.

May haue the guydyng of your varyaunce.

I shall abyde quod he / her ordynaunce.

Wel than quod appolo I pray you G.o.dd{i}s all And G.o.ddesses that ben here presente.

That ye companable wyll aborde falle.

Nay than sayd Othea it is not conuenyente.

A dew ordre in euery place is expedyente.

To be hadde wherfore ye may not lette.

To be your own marshal at your own ba{n}ket

And whan appolo se it wolde none other be He called to hym Aurora the G.o.ddesse.

And sayd though ye wepe ye shall before me.

Ay kepe your course and put yourself in p{re}sse Soo he her set fyrste at his owne messe.

wyth her moyst clothes {with} teres all be sprey{n}t The medewes in may shew therof her co{m}plei{n}t

Next her sat Mars myghty G.o.d and strong wyth a flamme of fyre enuyroned all about Original has A crown of yron on his hede a spere i{n} his ho{n}d aboeut It semed by his che{re} as he wold haue fought. instead of And next vnto hym as I perceyue mought. about Sat {the} G.o.ddesse Dyana in a mantell fyne.

Of black sylke purfyled {with} poudred ermine

Lyke as he had take {the} mantell & the rynge And next vnto her arayed roally.

Sat the G.o.d Iupyter in his demenynge.

Full sad and wyse he semed sykerly.

A crowne of tynne stood on his hede.

And that I recorde of all phylosophers.

{that} lytyll store of Coyne kepe in her cofres.

Ioyned to hy{m} in syttyng next there was The G.o.ddesse Iuno full rychely besene.

In a sercote {that} shone as bryght as glas Of goldsmyth werk {with} spa{n}gles wrought beden{e} Of royall ryches wanted she none I wene.

And next to her sat the G.o.d saturne.

That oft syth causeth many one to morne.

But he was clad me thought straungely For of froste & snowe was all his aray.

In his honde he helde a fawchon all blody It semed by his chere as he wold make a frai A baudryck of Isykles about his necke gaye He had and aboue on hygh on his hede.

Couchid {with} hayl sto{n}es he wered a crou{n} of lede

And nexte in ordre was set by his syde.

Ceres the G.o.ddesse in a garmente.

Of sacke cloth made {with} sleues large & wyde Embrowdered wyth sheues and sycles bent Of all maner greynes she sealed {the} patente.

In token {that} she was G.o.ddes of corne.

Olde Poetes saye she beryth the heruest horn

Then was there set the G.o.d cupydo All fresshe & galaunte and costly in aray.

Wyth ouches and rynges he was beset so.

{the} paleys therof shon as though it had be day A kerchyff of plesau{n}s stood ouer his helm ay The G.o.ddesse Ceres he loked in the face.

And wyth one arme he her dyde enbrace.

Next to Cupido in order by and by Of wordly wysdum sat the forteresse.

Called Othea chyef grounde of polycy.

Reuler of knyghthode of prudence {the} G.o.ddes Clad all in purpure was she more & lesse.

Saaf on her hede a crowne there stode.

Couched wyth perles oryent fyne & good.

And nexte to her was G.o.d Pluto set Wyth a derke myste enuyrond al about.

His clothy was made of a smoky net.

His colour was bothe wythin & wythoute.

Foule / derke & dy{m}me his eyen grete & stoute.

Of fyre & sulfure all his odoure wase.

That wo was me whyle I beheld his face

Fortune the G.o.ddesse {with} her perty face.

Was vnto Pluto next in order sette.

Varyant she was ay in shorte s.p.a.ce.

Her whele was redy to turne wythout let.