Yet farre and neare the Nymph his mother sought, vi And many salues did to his sore applie, And many herbes did vse. But when as nought She saw could ease his rankling maladie, At last to _Tryphon_ she for helpe did hie, (This _Tryphon_ is the seagods surgeon hight) Whom she besought to find some remedie: And for his paines a whistle him behight That of a fishes shell was wrought with rare delight. So well that Leach did hearke[202] to her request, vii And did so well employ his carefull paine, That in short space his hurts he had redrest, And him restor’d to healthfull state againe: In which he long time after did remaine There with the Nymph his mother, like her thrall; Who sore against his will did him retaine, For feare of perill, which to him mote fall, Through his too ventrous prowesse proued ouer all. It fortun’d then, a solemne feast was there viii To all the Sea-gods and their fruitfull seede, In honour of the spousalls, which then were Betwixt the _Medway_ and the _Thames_ agreed. Long had the _Thames_ (as we in records reed) Before that day her wooed to his bed; But the proud Nymph would for no worldly meed, Nor no entreatie to his loue be led; Till now at last relenting, she to him was wed. So both agreed, that this their bridale feast ix Should for the Gods in _Proteus_ house be made; To which they all repayr’d, both most and least, Aswell which in the mightie Ocean trade, As that in riuers swim, or brookes doe wade. All which not if an hundred tongues to tell, And hundred mouthes, and voice of brasse I had, And endlesse memorie, that mote excell, In order as they came, could I recount them well. Helpe therefore, O thou sacred imp of _Ioue_, x The noursling of Dame _Memorie_ his deare, To whom those rolles, layd vp in heauen aboue, And records of antiquitie appeare, To which no wit of man may comen neare; Helpe me to tell the names of all those floods, And all those Nymphes, which then assembled were To that great banquet of the watry Gods, And all their sundry kinds, and all their hid abodes. First came great _Neptune_ with his threeforkt mace, xi That rules the Seas, and makes them rise or fall; His dewy lockes did drop with brine apace, Vnder his Diademe imperiall: And by his side his Queene with coronall, Faire _Amphitrite_, most diuinely faire, Whose yuorie shoulders weren couered all, As with a robe, with her owne siluer haire, And deckt with pearles, which th’Indian seas for her prepaire.