Sche seide that sche bathe wolde, And bad that every maide scholde 6260 With hire al naked bathe also. And tho began the prive wo, Calistona wax red for schame; Bot thei that knewe noght the game, To whom no such thing was befalle, Anon thei made hem naked alle, As thei that nothing wolden hyde:[479] Bot sche withdrouh hire evere asyde, And natheles into the flod, Wher that Diane hirselve stod, 6270 Sche thoghte come unaperceived. Bot therof sche was al deceived; For whan sche cam a litel nyh, And that Diane hire wombe syh, Sche seide, ‘Awey, thou foule beste, For thin astat is noght honeste This chaste water forto touche; For thou hast take such a touche, Which nevere mai ben hol ayein.’ And thus goth sche which was forlein 6280 With schame, and fro the Nimphes fledde, Til whanne that nature hire spedde, That of a Sone, which Archas Was named, sche delivered was. [Sidenote: =P. ii. 338=] And tho Juno, which was the wif Of Jupiter, wroth and hastif, In pourpos forto do vengance Cam forth upon this ilke chance, And to Calistona sche spak,[480] And sette upon hir many a lak, 6290 And seide, ‘Ha, nou thou art atake, That thou thi werk myht noght forsake. Ha, thou ungoodlich ypocrite,[481] Hou thou art gretly forto wyte! Bot nou thou schalt ful sore abie That ilke stelthe and micherie,[482] Which thou hast bothe take and do; Wherof thi fader Lichao Schal noght be glad, whan he it wot, Of that his dowhter was so hot, 6300 That sche hath broke hire chaste avou. Bot I thee schal chastise nou;[483] Thi grete beaute schal be torned, Thurgh which that thou hast be mistorned,[484] Thi large frount, thin yhen greie, I schal hem change in other weie, And al the feture of thi face In such a wise I schal deface, That every man thee schal forbere.’ With that the liknesse of a bere 6310 Sche tok and was forschape anon. Withinne a time and therupon Befell that with a bowe on honde,[485] To hunte and gamen forto fonde, [Sidenote: =P. ii. 339=] Into that wode goth to pleie Hir Sone Archas, and in his weie It hapneth that this bere cam.[486] And whan that sche good hiede nam,[487] Wher that he stod under the bowh,[488] Sche kneu him wel and to him drouh; 6320 For thogh sche hadde hire forme lore, The love was noght lost therfore Which kinde hath set under his lawe. Whan sche under the wodesschawe[489] Hire child behield, sche was so glad, That sche with bothe hire armes sprad, As thogh sche were in wommanhiede, Toward him cam, and tok non hiede Of that he bar a bowe bent.