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R180974 1 To a New Tune Rogero To a New Tune DIANA and her Darlings dear, / went walking on a Day, HE spared neither bush nor [b]rake, / but ran through thick and thin, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 251 A New Sonnet, shewing how the Goddess Diana, transformed Acteon / into the shape of an Hart. A New Sonnet, shewing how the Goddess Diana, transformed Acteon into the shape of an Hart. A New Sonnet, showing how the Goddess Diana, transformed Acteon into the shape of a Hart. 1674-1674 F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke

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DIANA and her darlings dear, went walking on a day, Throughout the woods and waters clear for their disports and play: The leaves aloft were very green, and pleasant to behold These Nymphs they walkt the trees between, under the shaddows cold. So long at last they found a place, of springs and waters clear, A fairer bath there never was found out this thousand year: Wherein Diana daintily herself began to bath, And all her virgins fair and pure, themselves did wash and lave. And as the nymphs in water stood, Acteon passed by, As he came running through the wood, on them he cast his eye: And eke behold their bodies bare, then presently that tide, And as the Nymphs of him were ware, with voice aloud they cryd. And closd Diana round about, to hide her body small, Yet she was highest in the rout, and seen above them all: And when Diana did perceive where Acteon did stand, A furious look to him she gave, and took her bow in hand. And as she was about to shoot, Acteon began to run, To hide he thought it was no boot, his former sights were done.
And as he thought from her to scape, she brought it so to pass, Incontinently she changd his shape, even running as he was, Each Goddess took Dianas part, Acteon to transform, To make of him a huge wild Hart, there they did all determ: His skin that was so fine and fair, was made a tawny red, His body over-grown with hair, from feet unto the head. And on his head great horns were set, most wondrous to behold, A huger Hart was never met, nor seen upon the mold: His ears, his eyes that was so fair, transformed were full strange, His hands, his feet compelled were, throughout the woods to range. Thus was he made a perfect Hart, and waxed fierce and grim, His former shape did quite depart from every joynt and limb; But still his memory did remain, although he might not speak Nor yet among his friends complain his woful mind to break. At length he thought for to repair home to his dwelling place, Anon his hounds of him were ware, and gan to cry apace: Then Acteon was sore agast, his hounds would him devour, And from them then he fled full fast, with all his might and power.
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HE spared neither bush nor brake, but ran through thick and thin, With all the swiftness he could make in hope to save his skin: Yet were his hounds so near his tail, and followed him so fast, His running might not him avail, for all his speed and hast. For why his hounds will never lin, till they him overtook, And then they rent and tore his skin and all his body shook. I am your master Acteon, then cryed he to his hounds, And made unto them rueful moans with sad Lamenting sounds. I have been he that gave you food, wherein I took delight; Therefore suck not your masters blood his friendship to requite: But those curs of a cursed kind, on him had no remorse, Although he was their dearest friend, they pull[]d him down by force. There was no man to take his part, the story telleth plain, Thus Acteon a huge wild Hart, among the Does was slain. You hunters all that range the wood, although you rise up rath, Beware you come not nigh the flood where Virgins use to bath. For if Diana you espy amongst her Darlings dear, Your former shape she will disguise, and make you horns to wear: And so I now conclude my song, having nothing to alledge, If Acteon had right or wrong let all true Virgins judge.
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