I coniure[1808] Phillippe, and call, In the name of Kyng Saull; _Primo Regum_ expres, He bad the Phitones To witche craft her to dres, And by her abusiouns, 1340 And damnable illusiouns Of meruelous conclusiouns, And by her supersticiouns Of[1809] wonderfull condiciouns, She raysed vp in that stede Samuell that was dede; But whether it were so, He were _idem in numero_, The selfe same Samuell, How be it to Saull he did tell 1350 The Philistinis[1810] shulde hym askry, And the next day he shulde dye, I wyll my[1811] selfe discharge To letterd men at large: But, Phillip, I coniure thé Now by theys names thre, Diana in the woddis grene, Luna that so bryght doth shene, Proserpina in hell, That thou shortely tell, 1360 And shew now vnto me What the cause may be Of this perplexyte![1812] [Sidenote: Phillyppe answeryth.] _Inferias, Philippe, tuas Scroupe pulchra Joanna_ _Instanter petiit: cur nostri carminis illam_ _Nunc pudet? est sero; minor est infamia vero._ Then such that[1813] haue disdaynyd And of this worke complaynyd, I pray God they be[1814] paynyd No wors than[1815] is contaynyd 1370 In verses two or thre That folowe as ye may se: _Luride, cur, livor, volucris pia funera damnas?_ _Talia te rapiant rapiunt quæ fata volucrem!_ _Est tamen invidia mors tibi continua:_ [Sidenote: Porcus se ingurgitat cæno, et luto se immergit: Guarinus Veronens. Et sicut opertorium mutabis eos, et mutabuntur: Pso. c. Exaltabuntur cornua justi: Psalmo.] The Gruntyng and the[1816] groynninge of the[1817] gronnyng swyne; Also the Murnyng[1818] of the mapely rote; How the grene couerlet sufferd grete pine, Whan the flye net was set for to catche a cote, Strake one with a birdbolt to the hart rote; 1380 Also a deuoute Prayer to Moyses hornis, Metrifyde merely, medelyd with scornis;[1819] [Sidenote: Tanquam parieti inclinato et maceriæ depulsæ: Psalmo. Militat omnis amans, et habet sua castra Cupido: Ovid.] Of paiauntis that were played in Ioyows Garde; He wrate of a muse[1820] throw a mud wall; How a do cam trippyng in at the rere warde, But, lorde, how the parker was wroth with all! And of Castell Aungell the fenestrall, Glittryng and glistryng and gloryously glasid, It made sum mens eyn dasild and dasid; [Sidenote: Introduxit me in cubiculum suum: Cant. Os fatuæ[1821] ebullit stultitiam. Cant.]