Too true the famous _Marinell_ it fownd, xxix Who through late triall, on that wealthy Strond Inglorious now lies in senselesse swownd, Through heauy stroke of _Britomartis_ hond. Which when his mother deare did vnderstond, And heauy tydings heard, whereas she playd Amongst her watry sisters by a pond, Gathering sweet daffadillyes, to haue made Gay girlonds, from the Sun their forheads faire to shade;[946] Eftsoones both flowres and girlonds farre away xxx She flong, and her faire deawy lockes yrent, To sorrow huge she turnd her former play, And gamesom[947] merth to grieuous dreriment: She threw her selfe downe on the Continent, Ne word did speake, but lay as in a swowne[948], Whiles all her sisters did for her lament, With yelling outcries, and with shrieking sowne; And euery one did teare her girlond from her crowne. Soone as she vp out of her deadly fit xxxi Arose, she bad her charet to be brought, And all her sisters, that with her did sit, Bad eke attonce their charets to be sought; Tho full of bitter griefe and pensiue[949] thought, She to her wagon clombe; clombe all the rest, And forth together went, with sorrow fraught. The waues obedient to their beheast, Them yielded readie passage, and their rage surceast. Great _Neptune_ stood amazed at their sight, xxxii Whiles on his broad round backe they softly slid And eke himselfe mournd at their mournfull plight, Yet wist not what their wailing ment, yet did For great compassion of their sorrow, bid His mightie waters to them buxome bee: Eftsoones the roaring billowes still abid, And all the griesly Monsters of the See Stood gaping at their gate, and wondred them to see. A teme of Dolphins raunged in aray, xxxiii Drew the smooth charet of sad _Cymoent_; They were all taught by _Triton_, to obay To the long raynes[950], at her commaundement: As swift as swallowes, on the waues they went, That their broad flaggie finnes no fome did reare, Ne bubbling roundell they behind them sent; The rest of other fishes drawen weare, Which with their finny oars the swelling sea did sheare. Soone as they bene arriu’d vpon the brim xxxiv Of the _Rich strond_, their charets they forlore, And let their temed fishes softly swim Along the margent of the fomy shore, Least they their finnes should bruze, and surbate sore Their tender feet vpon the stony ground: And comming to the place, where all in gore And cruddy bloud enwallowed they found The lucklesse _Marinell_, lying in deadly swound;