he hide,
She had a care to decke her vp in pride,
Respecting more his loue to whom she went,
Then parents feare, though knowing to be shent,
And trickt her selfe so like a willing louer,
As purblind _Cupid_ tooke her for his mother.

14

Her vpper garment was a robe of lawne,
On which bright _Venus_ siluer doues were drawne:
The like wore _Venus_, _Venus_ robe was white,
And so was _Thisbes_ not so faire to sight,
Nor yet so fine, yet was it full as good,
Because it was not stain'd with true loues bloud.
About her waste, she wore a scarfe of blew,
In which by cunning needle-worke she drew
Loue-wounded _Venus_ in the bushie groue,
VVhere she inheated, _Adon_ scornd her loue.
This scarfe she wore, (_Venus_ wore such another)
And that made _Cupid_ take her for his mother.

15

Nymph-like attyr'd (for so she was attyr'd)
She went to purchase what true loue desyr'd,
And as she trode vpon the tender grasse,
The grasse did kisse her feet as she did passe:
And when her feet against a floure did strike,
The bending floures did stoope to doe the like:
And when her feet did from the ground arise,
The ground she trod on, kist her heele likewise.
Tread where she would, faire _Thisbe_ could not misse,
For euery grasse would rob her of a kisse.
And more the boughs wold bend, for ioy to meet her
And chanting birds, with madrigals would greet her.

16

Thus goes this maidlike Nimph, or Nimphlike maid,
Vnto the place afore appointed laid,
And as she past the groues and fountaines cleere,
Where Nymphs vsd hunting, for Nymphs hunted there,
They sware she was _Diana_, or more bright.
For through the leauie boughs they tooke delight,
To view her daintie footing as she tript:
And once they smil'd, for once faire _Thisbe_ slipt,
Yet though she slipt, she had so swift a pace,
As that her slipping wrought her no disgrace.
For of the Nymphs (whose coy eyes did attend her)
Of all was none, of all that could amend her.

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VVhen she had past _Dianes_ curious traine,
The crooked way did bending turne againe,
Vpon the left hand by a forrest side,
Where (out alas) a woe chance did betide:
For loue-adoring _Thisbe_ was so faire,
That bruitish beasts at her delighted are:
And from the rest as many beasts did rome,
A lamb deuouring Lion forth did