But she no sooner had obtain'd her wish, VVhen straite vnpris'ning her lasciuiuous armes From his softe bosom (th'aluary of blisse) She chastely counterchecks loues hote alarmes: And fearing lest his presence might offend her, She slips aside; and (absent) doth defend her. (_Muliere ne credas, ne mortuæ quidem._) Looke how a brightsome Planet in the skie, (Spangling the Welkin with a golden spot) Shootes suddenly from the beholders eie, And leaues him looking there where she is not: Euen so amazed _Phœbus_ (to descrie her) Lookes all about, but no where can espie her. Not th'hungry Lyon, hauing lost his pray, With greater furie runneth through the wood, (Making no signe of momentarie staie, Till he haue satisfi'd himslfe with blood,) Then angry _Phœbus_ mounts into the skie: Threatning the world with his hot-burning eie. Now nimbly to his glist'ring Coach he skips, And churlishlie ascends his loftie chaire, Yerking his head strong Iades with yron whips, Whose fearefull neighing ecchoes through the aire, Snorting out fierie Sulphure from theire nosethrils: Whose deadly damp the worlds poore people kils. Him leaue me (for a while) amids the heauens, VVreaking his anger on his sturdie steedes: Whose speedful course the day and night now eeuens, (The earth dis-robed of her summer weedes) And nowe black-mantled night with her browne vaile, Couers each thing that all the world might quaile. When loe, _Cassandra_ lying at her rest, (Her rest were restlesse thoughts:) it so befell, Her minde with multitude of cares opprest, Requir'd some sleepe her passions to expell: Which when sad _Morpheus_ will did vnderstand, He clos'd her eie-lids with his leaden hand. Now sleepeth shee: and as shee sleepes, beholde; Shee seemes to see the God whom late shee wronged Standing before her; whose fierce looks vnfold, His hidden wrath (to whom iust ire belonged) Seeing, shee sighs, and sighing quak't for feare, To see the shaddow of her shame appeare. Betwixt amaze and dread as shee thus stands, The fearefull vision drew more neere vnto her: Aud pynioning her armes in captiue bands So sure, that mortall wight may not vndoe her, He with a bloudy knife (oh cruell part,) With raging fury stabd her to the heart. Heerewith awaking from her slumbring sleepe, (For feare, and care, are enemies to rest:) At such time as _Aurora_ gins to peepe And shew her selfe; far orient in the East: Shee heard a voice which said: O wicked woman, Why dost thou stil the gods to vengeance summon?