She threw her selfe downe on the Continent,
6 Ne word did speake, but lay as in a swowne,
Whiles all her sisters did for her lament,
8 With yelling outcries, and with shrieking sowne;
And euery one did teare her girlond from her crowne.

4 gamesom > gameson _1590, 1596_

1 Eftsoons both flowers and garlands far away

Eftsoons > Forthwith

2 She flung, and her fair dewy locks rent.

rent > tore

3 To sorrow huge she turned her former play,
4 And gamesome mirth to grievous dreariment:

dreariment > affliction, melancholy

5 She threw herself down on the continent,

continent > land, earth; _hence:_ ground

6 Nor word did speak, but lay as in a swoon,
7 While all her sisters did for her lament,
8 With yelling outcries, and with shrieking sound;
9 And every one did tear her garland from her crown.

crown > head

304.31

Soone as she vp out of her deadly fit
2 Arose, she bad her charet to be brought,
And all her sisters, that with her did sit,
4 Bad eke attonce their charets to be sought;
Tho full of bitter griefe and pensiue thought,
6 She to her wagon clombe; clombe all the rest,
And forth together went, with sorrow fraught.
8 The waues obedient to their beheast,
Them yielded readie passage, and their rage surceast.

1 Soon as she up out of her deadly fit

Soon > [As soon; or: Soon,]
deadly > death-like

2 Arose, she bade her charet to be brought,

bade > ordered
charet > chariot

3 And all her sisters, that with her did sit,
4 Bade eke at once their charets to be sought;

eke > also
at once > immediately; together, simultaneously

5 Tho, full of bitter grief and pensive thought,

Tho > Then
pensive > anxious; sorrowful

6 She to her wagon climbed; climbed all the rest,
7 And forth together went, with sorrow fraught.

fraught > filled

8 The waves, obedient to their behest,
9 Them yielded ready passage, and their rage surceased.

ready > ready, willing; direct
surceased > ceased, gave over

304.32

Great _Neptune_ stood amazed at their sight,
2 Whiles on his broad round backe they softly slid
And eke himselfe mournd at their mournfull plight,
4 Yet wist not what their wailing ment, yet did
For great compassion of their sorrow, bid
6 His mightie waters to them buxome bee:
Eftsoones the roaring billowes still abid,
8 And all the griesly Monsters of th