Muiopotmos Muiopotmos: or The Fate of the Butterflie. I Sing sing of deadly dolorous debate, Stir’d vp up through wrathfull Nemesis despight, Betwixt two mightie ones of great estate, Drawne into armes, and proofe of mortall fight, Through prowd ambition, and hartswelling hate, Whilest neither could the others greater might And sdeignfull scorne endure; that from small iarre jarre Their wraths at length broke into open warre. The roote whereof and tragicall effect, Vouchsafe, O thou the mournfulst Muse of nyne, That wontst the tragick stage for to direct, In funerall complaints and waylfull tyne, Reueale Reveale to me, and all the meanes detect, Through which sad Clarion did at last declyne To lowest wretchednes; And is there then Such rancour in the harts of mightie men? Of all the race of siluer-winged silver-winged Flies Which doo possesse the Empire of the aire, Betwixt the centred earth, and azure skies, Was none more fauourable favourable , nor more faire, Whilst heauen heaven did fauour favour his felicities, Then Clarion, the eldest sonne and haire Of Muscaroll, and in his fathers sight Of all aliue alive did seeme the fairest wight. With fruitfull hope his aged breast he fed Of future good, which his yong toward yeares, Full of braue brave courage and bold hardyhed, Aboue Above th’ensample of his equall peares, Muiopotmos. That Did largely promise, and to him forered (Whilst oft his heart did melt in tender teares) That he in time would sure proue prove such an one, As should be worthie of his fathers throne. The fresh yong flie, in whom the kindly fire Of lustfull yonght began to kindle fast, Did much disdaine to subiect subject his desire To loathsome sloth, or houres in ease to wast, But ioy’d joy’d to range abroad in fresh attire; Through the wide compas of the ayrie coast, And with vnwearied unwearied wings each part t’inquire Of the wide rule of his renowmed sire. For he so swift and nimble was of flight, That from this lower tract he dar’d to stie Vp Up to the clowdes, and thence with pineons light, To mount aloft vnto unto the Christall skie, To vew the workmanship of heauens heavens hight: Whence downe descending he along would flie Vpon Upon the streaming riuers rivers , sport to finde; And oft would dare to tempt the troublous winde. So on a Summers day, when season milde With gentle calme the world had quieted, And high in heauen heaven Hyperions fierie childe Ascending, did his beames abroad dispred, Whiles all the heauens heavens on lower creatures smilde; Yong Clarion with vauntfull lustie head, After his guize did cast abroad to fare; And theretoo gan his furnitures prepare. His breastplate first, that was of substance pure, Before his noble heart he firmely bound, Muiopotmos. Lastly That mought his life from yron death assure, And ward his gentle corpes from cruell wound: For it by arte was framed, to endure The bit of balefull steele and bitter stownd, No lesse than that, which Vulcane made to sheild Achilles life from fate of Troyan field. And then about his shoulders broad he threw An hairie hide of some wilde beast, whom hee In saluage salvage forrest by aduenture adventure slew, And rest the spoyle his ornament to bee: Which spredding all his backe with dreadfull vew, Made all that him so horrible did see, Thinke him Alcides with the Lyons skin, When the Næmean Conquest he did win. Vpon Upon his head his glistering Burganet, The which was wrought by wonderous deuice device , And curiously engrauen engraven , he did set: The mettall was of rare and passing price; Not Bilbo steele, nor brasse from Corinth fet, Nor costly Oricalche from strange Phœnice; But such as could both Phœbus arrowes ward, And th’hayling darts of heauen heaven beating hard. Therein two deadly weapons fixt he bore, Strongly outlaunced towards either side, Like two sharpe speares, his enemies to gore: Like as a warlike Brigandine, applyde To fight, layes forth her threatfull pikes afore, The engines which in them sad death doo hyde: So did this flie outstretch his fearefull hornes, Yet so as him their terrour more adornes. Muiopotmos. Hight Lastly his shinie wings as siluer silver bright, Painted with thousand colours, passing farre All Painters skill, he did about him dight: Not halfe so manie sundrie colours arre In Iris bowe, ne heauen heaven doth shine so bright, Distinguished with manie a twinckling starre, Nor Iunoes Junoes Bird in her ey-spotted traine So manie goodly colours doth containe. Ne (may it be withouten perill spoken) The Archer God, the sonne of Cytheree, That ioyes joyes on wretched louers lovers to be wroken, And heaped spoyles of bleeding harts to see, Beares in his wings so manie a changefull token. Ah my liege Lord, forgiue forgive it vnto unto mee, If ought against thine honour I haue have tolde; Yet sure those wings were fairer manifolde. Full manie a Ladie faire, in Court full oft Beholding them, him secretly enuide envide , And wisht that two such fannes, so silken soft, And golden faire, her Loue Love would her prouide provide ; Or that when them the gorgeous Flie had doft, Some one that would with grace be gratifide, From him would steale them priuily privily away, And bring to her so precious a pray. Report is that dame Venus on a day, In spring whẽ when flowres doo clothe the fruitful groũd ground , Walking abroad with all her Nymphes to play, Bad her faire damzels flocking her arownd, To gather flowres, her forhead to array: Emongst the rest a gentle Nymph was found, Muiopotmos. And V Hight Astery, excelling all the crewe In curteous vsage usage , and vnstained unstained hewe. Who being nimbler ioynted joynted than the rest, And more industrious, gathered more store Of the fields honour, than the others best; Which they in secret harts enuying envying sore, Tolde Venus, when her as the worthiest She praisd’, that Cupide (as they heard before) Did lend her secret aide, in gathering Into her lap the children of the spring. Whereof the Goddesse gathering iealous jealous feare, Not yet vnmindfull unmindfull , how not long agoe Her sonne to Psyche secrete loue love did beare, And long it close conceal’d, till mickle woe Thereof arose, and manie a rufull teare; Reason with sudden rage did ouergoe overgoe , And giuing giving hastie credit to th’accuser, Was led away of them that did abuse her. Eftsoones that Damzel by her heauenly heavenly might, She turn’d into a winged Butterflie, In the wide aire to make her wandring flight; And all those flowres, with which so plenteouslie Her lap she filled had, that bred her spight, She placed in her wings, for memorie Of her pretended crime, though crime none were: Since which that flie them in her wings doth beare. Thus the fresh Clarion being readie dight, Vnto Unto his iourney journey did himselfe addresse, And with good speed began to take his flight: Ouer Over the fields in his franke lustinesse, Muiopotmos: He And all the champion he soared light, And all the countrey wide he did possesse, Feeding vpon upon their pleasures bounteouslie, That none gainsaid, nor none did him enuie envie . The woods, the riuers rivers , and the medowes green, With his aire-cutting wings he measured wide, Ne did he leaue leave the mountaines bare vnseene unseene , Nor the ranke grassie fennes delights vntride untride . But none of these, how euer ever sweete they beene, Mote please his fancie, nor him cause t’abide: His choicefull sense with euerie everie change doth flit. No common things may please a wauering wavering wit. To the gay gardins his vnstaid unstaid desire Him wholly caried, to refresh his sprights: There lauish lavish Nature in her best attire, Powres forth sweete odors, and alluring sights; And Arte with her contending, doth aspire T’excell the naturall, with made delights: And all that faire or pleasant may be found, In riotous excesse doth there abound. There he arriuing arriving , round about doth flie, From bed to bed, from one to other border, And takes suruey survey with curious busie eye, Of euerie everie flowre and herbe there set in order; Now this, now that he tasteth tenderly, Yet none of them he rudely doth disorder, Ne with his feete their silken leaues leaves deface; But pastures on the pleasures of each place. And euermore evermore with most varietie, And change of sweetnesse (for all change is sweete) Muiopotmos. What V2 He casts his glutton sense to satisfie, Now sucking of the sap of herbe most meete, Or of the deaw, which yet on them does lie, Now in the same bathing his tender feete: And then he pearcheth on some braunch thereby, To weather him, and his moyst wings to dry. And then againe he turneth to his play, To spoyle the pleasures of that Paradise: The wholsome Saulge, and Lauender Lavender still gray, Ranke smelling Rue, and Cummin good for eyes, The Roses raigning in the pride of May, Sharpe Isope, good for greene wounds remedies, Faire Marigoldes, and Bees alluring Thime, Sweete Marioram Marjoram , and Daysies decking prime. Coole Violets, and Orpine growing still, Embathed Balme, and chearfull Galingale, Fresh Costmarie, and breathfull Camomill, Dull Poppie, and drink-quickning Setuale, Veyne-healing Veruen Verven , and hed-purging Dill, Sound Sauorie Savorie , and Bazill hartie-hale, Fat Colworts, and comforting Perseline, Colde Lettuce, and refreshing Rosmarine. And whatso else of vertue good or ill Grewe in this Gardin, fetcht from farre away, Of euerie everie one he takes, and tastes at will, And on their pleasures greedily doth pray. Then when he hath both plaid, and fed his fill, In the warme Sunne he doth himselfe embay, And there him rests in riotous suffisaunce Of all his gladfulnes, and kingly ioyaunce joyaunce . Muiopotmos: Hath What more felicitie can fall to creature, Than to enioy enjoy delight with libertie, And to be Lord of all the workes of Nature, To raine in th’aire from earth to highest skie, To feed on flowres, and weeds of glorious feature, To take what euer ever thing doth please the eie? Who rests not pleased with such happines, Well worthie he to taste of wretchednes. But what on earth can long abide in state? Or who can him assure of happie day; Sith morning faire may bring fowle euening evening late, And least mishap the most blisse alter may? For thousand perills lie in close awaite About vs us daylie, to worke our decay; That none, except a God, or God him guide, May them auoyde avoyde , or remedie prouide provide . And whatso heauens heavens in their secret doome Ordained haue have , how can fraile fleshly wight Forecast, but it must needs to issue come? The sea, the aire, the fire, the day, the night, And th’armies of their creatures all and some Do serue serve to them, and with importune might Warre against vs us the vassals of their will. Who then can saue save , what they dispose to spill? Not thou, O Clarion, though fairest thou Of all thy kinde, vnhappie unhappie happie Flie, Whose cruell fate is wouen woven euen even now Of Ioues Joves owne hand, to worke thy miserie: Ne may thee helpe the manie hartie vow, Which thy olde Sire with sacred pietie Muiopotmos. But V3 Hath powred forth for thee, and th’altars sprent: Nought may thee saue save from heauens heavens auengement avengement . It fortuned (as heauens heavens had behight) That in this gardin, where yong Clarion Was wont to solace him, a wicked wight The foe of faire things, th’author of confusion, The shame of Nature, the bondslaue bondslave of spight, Had lately built his hatefull mansion, And lurking closely, in a wayte now lay. How he might anie in his trap betray. But when he spide the ioyous joyous Butterflie In this faire plot dispacing too and fro, Fearles of foes and hidden ieopardie jeopardie , Lord how he gan for to bestirre him tho, And to his wicked worke each part applie: His heart did earne against his hated foe, And bowels so with ranckling poyson swelde, That scarce the skin the strong contagion helde. The cause why he this Flie so maliced, Was (as in stories it is written found) For that his mother which him bore and bred, The most fine fingred workwoman on ground, Arachne, by his meanes was vanquished Of Pallas, and in her owne skill confound, When she with her for excellence contended, That wrought her shame, and sorrow neuer never ended. For the Tritonian Goddesse hauing having hard Her blazed fame, which all the world had fil’d, Came downe to proue prove the truth, and due reward For her prais-worthie workmanship to yeild Muiopotmos. En- But the presumptuous Damzel rashly dar’d The Goddesse selfe to chalenge to the field, And to compare with her in curious skill Of workes with loome, with needle, and with quill. Minerua Minerva did the chalenge not refuse, But deign’d with her the paragon to make: So to their worke they sit, and each doth chuse What storie she will for her tapet take. Arachne figur’d how Ioue Jove did abuse Europa like a Bull, and on his backe Her through the sea did beare; so liuely lively seene, That it true Sea, and true Bull ye would weene. She seem’d still backe vnto unto the land to looke, And her play-fellowes aide to call, and feare The dashing of the waues waves , that vp up she tooke Her daintie feete, and garments gathered neare: But (Lord) how she in euerie everie member shooke, When as the land she saw no more appeare, But a wilde wildernes of waters deepe: Then gan she greatly to lament and weepe. Before the Bull she pictur’d winged Loue Love , With his yong brother Sport, light fluttering Vpon Upon the waues waves , as each had been a Doue Dove ; The one his bowe and shafts, the other Spring A burning Teade about his head did moue move , As in their Syres new loue love both triumphing: And manie Nymphes about them flocking round, And manie Tritons, which their hornes did sound. And round about, her worke she did empale With a faire border wrought of sundrie flowres, Muiopotmos. Emongst Enwouen Enwoven with an Yuie Yvie winding trayle: A goodly worke, full fit for Kingly bowres, Such as Dame Pallas, such as Enuie Envie pale, That al good things with venemous tooth deuowres devowres , Could not accuse. Then gan the Goddesse bright Her selfe likewise vnto unto her worke to dight. She made the storie of the olde debate, Which she with Neptune did for Athens trie: Twelue Twelve Gods doo sit around in royall state, And Ioue Jove in midst with awfull Maiestie Majestie , To iudge judge the strife betweene them stirred late: Each of the Gods by his like visnomie Eathe to be knowen; but Ioue Jove aboue above them all, By his great lookes and power Imperiall. Before them stands the God of Seas in place, Clayming that sea-coast Citie as his right, And strikes the rockes with his three-forked mace; Whenceforth issues a warlike steed in sight, The signe by which he chalengeth the place, That all the Gods, which saw his wondrous might Did surely deeme the victorie his due: But seldome seene, foreiudgement forejudgement proueth proveth true. Then to her selfe she giues gives her Aegide shield, And steelhed speare, and morion on her hedd, Such as she oft is seene in warlicke field: Then sets she forth, how with her weapon dredd She smote the ground, the which streight foorth did yield A fruitfull Olyue Olyve tree, with berries spredd, That all the Gods admir’d; then all the storie She compast with a wreathe of Olyues Olyves hoarie. Muiopotmos. With Emongst those leaues leaves she made a Butterflie, With excellent deuice device and wondrous slight, Fluttring among the Oliues Olives wantonly, That seem’d to liue live , so like it was in sight: The veluet velvet nap which on his wings doth lie, The silken downe with which his backe is dight, His broad outstretched hornes, his hayrie thies, His glorious colours, and his glistering eies. Which when Arachne saw, as ouerlaid overlaid , And mastered with workmanship so rare, She stood astonied long, ne ought gainesaid, And with fast fixed eyes on her did stare, And by her silence, signe of one dismaid, The victorie did yeeld her as her share: Yet did she inly fret, and felly burne, And all her blood to poysonous rancor turne. That shortly from the shape of womanhed Such as she was, when Pallas she attempted, She grew to hideous shape of dryrihed, Pined with griefe of follie late repented: Eftsoones her white streight legs were altered To crooked crawling shankes, of marrowe empted, And her faire face to fowle and loathsome hewe, And her fine corpes to a bag of venim grewe. This cursed creature, mindfull of that olde Enfestred grudge, the which his mother felt, So soone as Clarion he did beholde, His heart with vengefull malice inly swelt; And weauing weaving straight a net with manie a folde About the caue cave , in which he lurking dwelt, Muiopotmos. At X With fine small cords about it stretched wide, So finely sponne, that scarce they could be spide. Not anie damzell, which her vaunteth most In skilfull knitting of soft silken twyne; Nor anie weauer weaver , which his worke doth boast In dieper, in damaske, or in lyne; Nor anie skil’d in workmanship embost; Nor anie skil’d in loupes of fingring fine, Might in their diuers divers cunning euer ever dare, With this so curious networke to compare. Ne doo I thinke, that that same subtil gin, The which the Lemnian God did slily frame, Mars sleeping with his wife to compasse in, That all the Gods with common mockerie Might laugh at them, and scorne their shamefull sin, Was like to this. This same he did applie, For to entrap the careles Clarion, That rang’d each where without suspition. Suspition of friend, nor feare of foe, That hazarded his health, had he at all, But walkt at will, and wandred too and fro, In the pride of his freedome principall: Litle wist he his fatall future woe, But was secure, the liker he to fall. He likest is to fall into mischaunce, That is regardles of his gouernaunce governaunce . Yet still Aragnoll (so his foe was hight) Lay lurking couertly covertly him to surprise, And all his gins that him entangle might, Drest in good order as he could deuise devise . Muiopotmos. Or At length the foolish Flie without foresight, As he that did all daunger quite despise, Toward thoss parts came flying careleslie, Where hidden was his hatefull enemie. Who seeing him, with secrete ioy joy therefore Did tickle inwardly in euerie everie vaine, And his false hart fraught with all treasons store, Was fil’d with hope, his purpose to obtaine: Himselfe he close vpgathered upgathered more and more Into his den, that his deceiptfull traine By his there being might not be bewraid, Ne anie noyse, ne anie motion made. Like as a wily Foxe, that hauing having spide, Where on a sunnie banke the Lambes doo play, Full closely creeping by the hinder side, Lyes in ambushment of his hoped pray, Ne stirreth limbe, till seeing readie tide, He rusheth forth, and snatcheth quite away One of the litle yonglings vnawares unawares : So to his worke Aragnoll him prepares. Who now shall giue give vnto unto my heauie heavie eyes A well of teares, that all may ouerflow overflow ? Or where shall I finde lamentable cryes, And mournfull tunes enough my griefe to show? Helpe O thou Tragick Muse, me to deuise devise Notes sad enough, t’expresse this bitter throw: For loe, the drerie stownd is now arriued arrived , That of all happines hath vs us depriued deprived . The luckles Clarion, whether cruell Fate, Or wicked Fortune faultles him misled, Muiopotmos. X2 Or some vngracious ungracious blast out of the gate Of Aeoles raine perforce him droue drove on hed, Was (O sad hap and howre vnfortunate unfortunate ) With violent swift flight forth caried Into the cursed cobweb, which his foe Had framed for his finall ouerthroe overthroe . There the fond Flie entangled, strugled long, Himselfe to free thereout; but all in vaine. For striuing striving more, the more in laces strong Himselfe he tide, and wrapt his winges twaine In lymie snares the subtill loupes among; That in the ende he breathelesse did remaine, And all his yougthly forces idly spent, Him to the mercie of th’auenger th’avenger lent. Which when the greisly tyrant did espie, Like a grimme Lyon rushing with fierce might Out of his den, he seized greedelie On the resistles pray, and with fell spight, Vnder Under the left wing stroke his weapon slie Into his heart, that his deepe groning spright In bloodie streames foorth fled into the aire, His bodie left the spectacle of care. FINIS.