There did the warlike Maide her selfe repose, xii Vnder the wings of _Isis_ all that night, And with sweete rest her heauy eyes did close, After that long daies toile and weary plight. Where whilest her earthly parts with soft delight Of sencelesse sleepe did deeply drowned lie, There did appeare vnto her heauenly spright A wondrous vision, which did close implie The course of all her fortune and posteritie. Her seem’d, as[312] she was doing sacrifize xiii To _Isis_, deckt with Mitre on her hed, And linnen stole after those Priestes guize, All sodainely she saw transfigured Her linnen stole to robe of scarlet red,[313] And Moone-like Mitre to a Crowne of gold, That euen she her selfe much wondered At such a chaunge, and ioyed to behold Her selfe, adorn’d with gems and iewels manifold. And in the midst of her felicity, xiv An hideous tempest seemed from below, To rise through all the Temple sodainely, That from the Altar all about did blow The holy fire, and all the embers strow Vppon the ground, which kindled priuily, Into outragious flames vnwares did grow, That all the Temple put in ieopardy Of flaming, and her selfe in great perplexity. With that the Crocodile, which sleeping lay xv Vnder the Idols feete in fearelesse bowre, Seem’d to awake in horrible dismay, As being troubled with that stormy stowre; And gaping greedy wide, did streight deuoure Both flames and tempest: with which growen great, And swolne with pride of his owne peerelesse powre, He gan to threaten her likewise to eat; But that the Goddesse with her rod him backe did beat. Tho turning all his pride to humblesse meeke, xvi Him selfe before her feete he lowly threw, And gan for grace and loue of her to seeke: Which she accepting, he so neare her drew, That of his game she soone enwombed grew, And forth did bring a Lion of great might; That shortly did all other beasts subdew. With that she waked, full of fearefull fright, And doubtfully dismayd through that so vncouth sight. So thereuppon long while she musing lay, xvii With thousand thoughts feeding her fantasie, Vntill she spide the lampe of lightsome day, Vp-lifted in the porch of heauen hie. Then vp she rose fraught with melancholy, And forth into the lower parts did pas; Whereas the Priestes she found full busily About their holy things for morrow Mas: Whom she saluting faire, faire resaluted was.