When Scortching Phœbus.' [Page 313 of MS.] WHEN scorching Phoebus he did mount,— to-Iaur bonne tannce,2 then Lady Venus went to hunt, par melio shannce; to whom diana 4 did resort, with [a]ll the Ladyes 5 of hills & valleys, of springs & ffloodes, to shew where 6 all the princely sport, This tender harted louers Queene,- shee tooke noe pleasure in the same, to see hounds merry, & pore harts werrye ffor want of breath. quoth shee, "I like better that game They aire was hott, & shee was drye,- 'The Birth of Priapus. a little loose. -P. 2 Tous-jours bon temps, or beau temps. Qu.-P. 3 Par meilleur Chance or Champs. Qu.-P. Evidently parmi les champs.— 5 With all the L.-P. 28 32 36 40 44 48 52 in this ffaire Arbor! heeres soe good harbor, Shee drunke soe long, ere shee had done,— her belly swelled like a tunn, He turned himself into a butt of wine, and bade her suck the quill. She did, and drank par melio shance. 'to.-P. 3 he'd.-P. 2 desyred.-P. + Turn'd himself.-P. 5 Which was so sp.-P. WHEN SCORTCHING PHOEBUS. Att last shee ffell in peeces twaine; yett ffaine shee wold haue drunke againe ; & oft did visitt, & much solicite God Diacchus. His emptye caske wold yeeld noe more, to-iour bonne tannce,— ffor shee had sucked itt ffull sore, par melio shance. quoth she "god Bacchus, change thy shape; behold [thou] here this new borne babe, MS. the.-F. Quoth she, God.—P. 2 will.-P. [page 314] 3 Thus of a Goddess made a punk.—P. |