_Cep._ O heere hee is, and now that hee's come nye vs, Lye close, good wife & sonne, least hee espye vs. _Enter_ TYRESIAS. All you that see mee heere in byshoppes rochett, [F. 78v rev.] [180] And I see not, your heads may runne on crotchett, For ought I knowe, to knowe what manner wight In this strange guise I am, or how I hight; I am Tyresias, the not seeing prophett, Blinde though I bee, I pray lett noe man scoffe it: For blind I am, yea, blind as any beetle, And cannot see a whitt, no, nere so little. Heere ar no eyes, why, they ar in my minde, Wherby I see the fortunes of mankind; Who made mee blind? Jove? I may say to you noe; [190] But it was Joves wife & his sister Juno. Juno & Jove fell out, both biggest gods, And I was hee tooke vpp the merrye oddes. You knowe it all, I am sure, 'tis somewhat common, And how besides seven yeares I was a woman; Which if you knowe you doe know all my state: Come on, Ile fold the fortune of your fate. _Lyr._ Tremblinge, Tyresias, I pray you cease to travell, And rest a little on the groundy gravell. _Tyr._ Who ist calls? Speake, for I cannot see. [200] _Cep._ Poore frends, sir, to the number of some three. _Tyr._ What would you have? _Cep._ Why, sir, this is the matter, To bee plaine with you & not to flatter; I am the stately river hight Cephise, Smoother then glasse & softer farre then ice; [F. 78r rev.] This nimphe before you heere whom you doe see Is my owne wife, yclipt Lyriope. Though with the dawbe of prayse I am loath to lome her, This Ile assure you, the blind poett Homer [210] Saw not the like amongst his nimphes and goddesses, Nor in his Iliads, no, nor in his Odysses. Thinke not, I pray, that wee are come for nought; Our lovely infant have wee to you brought. The purple hew of this our iolly striplynge I would not have you thinke was gott with tiplinge; Hee is our sonne Narcisse, no common varlett, Nature in graine hath died his face in skarlett. Speak then, I pray you, speake, for wee you portune That you would tell our sunnfac't sonne his fortune. [220] _Lyr._ Doe not shrink backe, Narcissus, come & stand, Hold vpp & lett the blind man see thy hand.