ageants > tableaux, scenes (cf. 305.1:2)

6 The winged boy did thrust into his throne
7 And, scoffing, thus to his mother said,
8 "Lo now, the heavens obey to me alone,

obey > are obedient

9 And take me for their Jove, while Jove to earth is gone."

311.36

And thou, faire _Ph{oe}bus_, in thy colours bright
2 Wast there enwouen, and the sad distresse,
In which that boy thee plonged, for despight,
4 That thou bewray'dst his mothers wantonnesse,
When she with _Mars_ was meynt in ioyfulnesse:
6 For thy he thrild thee with a leaden dart,
To loue faire _Daphne_, which thee loued lesse:
8 Lesse she thee lou'd, then was thy iust desart,
Yet was thy loue her death, and her death was thy smart.

1 And you, fair Phoebus, in your colours bright
2 Were there enwoven, and the sad distress

enwoven > woven

3 In which that boy you plunged for despite,

you plunged > _also:_ plunged you
despite > maliciousness

4 That you bewrayed his mother's wantonness,

That > [In that]
bewrayed > revealed; betrayed

5 When she with Mars was ment in joyfulness:

ment > united sexually (the adultery of Mars and Venus, Vulcan's
wife, was disclosed to Vulcan by Apollo. Vulcan caught the
guilty pair in an invisible net, and exposed them to the laughter
of the assembled gods)

6 For-thy he thrilled you with a leaden dart,

For-thy > For that reason
thrilled > pierced
leaden > (Cupid's gold-tipped and lead-tipped arrows bring happy or
unhappy love respectively. See _Met._ 1.466-71)

7 To love fair Daphne, who you loved less:

Daphne > (Apollo's love (see 212.52:5), transformed into a laurel;
but according to _Met._ 4.171 ff. Apollo was punished for his
indiscretion by being made to love Leucothea, who was buried
alive by her father, whereupon Apollo transformed her into an
incense bush)
you loved less > loved you too little

8 Less she you loved, than was your just desert,

desert > reward, merit

9 Yet was your love her death, and her death was your smart.

smart > pain, acute pain

311.37

So louedst thou the lusty _Hyacinct_,
2 So louedst thou the faire _Coronis_ deare:
Yet both are of thy haplesse hand extinct,
4 Yet both in flowres do liue, and loue thee beare,
The one a Paunce, the other a sweet breare:
6 For griefe whereof, ye mote haue liuely seene
The God himselfe rending his golden heare,
8 And breaking q