Yet not so softly but (therwith awak't,) Shee gins to open her faire christall couers, Wherewith the wounded God, for terror quakt, (Viewing those darts that kill disdained louers:) And blushing red to see himselfe so shamed He scorns his Coach, and his owne beauty blamed. Now with a trice he leaues the azure skies, (As whilome _Ioue_ did at _Europaes_ rape,) And rauisht with her loue-a[l]luring eies, He turns himselfe into a humane shape: And that his wish the sooner might ensue, He sutes himselfe like one of _Venus_ crew. Vpon his head he wore a Hunters hat Of crimson veluet, spangd with stars of gold, Which grac'd his louely face: and ouer that A siluer hatband ritchly to behold: On his left shoulder hung a loose Tyara, As whilome vs'd faire _Penthesilea_. Faire _Penthesilea_ th' _Amazonian_ Queene, When she to Troy came with her warlike band, Of braue Viragoes glorious to be scene; Whose manlike force no power might withstand: So look't _Apollo_ in his lonely weedes, As he vnto the Troian Damzell speedes. Not faire, _Adonis_ in his chiefest pride, Did seeme more faire, then young _Apollo_ seemed, When he through th'aire inuisibly did glide, T'obtaine his Loue, which he Angelike deemed; Whom finding in her chamber all alone, He thus begins t'expresse his piteous mone. O fairest, faire, aboue all faires (quoth hee) If euer Loue obtained Ladies fauour, Then shew thy selfe compassionate to me, Whose head surpriz'd with thy diuine behauior, Yeelds my selfe captiue to thy conqu'ring eies: O then shew mercy, do not tyrannize. Scarce had _Apollo_ vtter'd these last words (Rayning downe pearle from his immortall eies) When she for answere, naught but feare affords, Filling the place with lamentable cries: But _Phœbus_ fearing much these raging fits, With sugred kisses sweetely charm'd her lips. (And tells her softly in her softer eare) That he a God is, and no mortall creature: Wherewith abandoning all needlesse feare, (A common frailtie of weake womans nature) She boldly askes him of his deitie, Gracing her question with her wanton eie. Which charge to him no sooner was assignde, But taking faire _Cassandra_ by the hand (The true bewraier of his secrete minde) He first begins to let her vnderstand, That he from _Demogorgon_ was descended: Father of th'Earth, of Gods and men commended. The tenor of which tale he now recites, Closing each period with a rauisht kisse: Which kindnes, she vnwillingly requites, Conioyning oft her Corrall lips to his: Not that she lou'd the loue of any one; But that she meant to cozen him anone.