%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A new Sonnet, shewing how the Goddesse Diana transformed Acteon into the / shape of an Hart. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1650-1650 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/16/2018 36019

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R227890 2 Rogero Rogero Rogero to the same tune Rogero To the Same Tune DIana and her Darlings Deare / went walking on a Day, FOr why, his Hounds would never lin, / till him they overtook, Manchester Central Library Blackletter Ballads Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 29 A new Sonnet, shewing how the Goddesse 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. 1650-1650 J.W.

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DIana and her Darlings Deare went walking on a Day, Throughout the Woods and waters clear, for their disport and play: The leaves aloft were gay and green, and pleasant to behold, These Nymphs they walkt the Trees be-tween, under the shadow cold So long at last they found a place of springs and waters cleare, A fairer Bath their never was found out this thousand yeare: Wherein Diana daintily herselfe began to bathe, And all her Virgins faire 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 voyce aloud they cry'd, And clos'd Diana round about, to hide her body small Yet she was highest in the rout, and seene 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 is was to boot, his former fights were done: And as he thought from her to scape, she brought it so to passe, [Inc]ontinent she chang'd his shape, [e]ven running as he was.
Each Goddesse took Diana's part, Acteon to transforme To make of him a huge wild Hart, there they did all determe: His skin that was so fine and faire, was made a tawnie red, His Body overgrowne wish haire, from foot unto the head; And on his head great hornes were set, most monstrous to behold, A huger Hart was never met, nor see upon the Mould; His eares his eyes, his face full faire, transformed were full strange, His hands for feet compelled were throughout the Wood to range. Thus was he made a perfect Hart, and waxed fierce and grim, His former shapes did cleane depart from every joynt and limb: But still his memory did remaine, although he might not speake, Nor yet among his friends complaine, his wofull minde to breake, At length he thought for to repaire, home to his dwelling place; Anon his Hounds of him were ware, and gan to try apace: Then Acteon was sore agast, his Hounds would him devoure, And from them then he fled full fast, with all his might and power; He spared neither Bush nor Brake, but ran through thick and thin, With all the swiftnesse he could make, in hope to save his skin: Yet were his hounds so neare his tayle, and followed him so fast, His running might not him availe, for all his speed and haste.
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FOr why, his Hounds would never lin, till him they overtook, And then they rent and tore the skin, and all his body shook; I am your Master Acteon, then cry'd he to his Hounds, And made to them most rufull moane, with shrill lamenting sounds. I have been he that gave you food, wherein I did delight, Wherefore suck not your masters bloud, his feiendship to requite: But those Curres of a cursed kind, of him had no remorse Although he was their dearest friend, they pul'd him downe by force. There was no man to take his part, the story telleth plaine; Thus Acteon formed like a Hart, amongst the Dogs was slaine. Your Hunters all that range the Woods, although you rise up rath, Beware you come not neer the Floods where Virgins use to bathe. For if Diana you espy among her Darlings deare Your former shape she shall disguise, and make you hornes to weare. And so I now conclude my Song, having no more to alledge, If Acteon had right or wrong, let all faireVirgins judge.
London, Printed for J.W. dwelling in the Old-Bayly.