%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> An Excellent and Most-pleasant New SONNET, / Shewing how the / Goddess Diana Transform'd Acteon into the Shape of a Hart. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 07/08/2021 37285

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R36404 1 To a pleasant new Tune Rogero To a Pleasant New Tune DIana and her Darlings dear, / went walking on a day, British Library - Bagford Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 78 An Excellent and Most-pleasant New SONNET, / Shewing how the / Goddess Diana Transform'd Acteon into the Shape of a Hart. An Excellent and Most pleasant New SONNET, Showing how the Goddess Diana Transformed Actaeon into the Shape of a Hart. Printer W.O. ?-?

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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 Nymps they walkt the trees between, under the shadows 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 bathe, And all her Virgins fair and pure, themselves did wash and lave: And as the Nymps in water stood, Acteon passed by, As he came running through the Wood, on them he cast his Eye, And eke beheld their Bodies bare, then presently that tide. And as the Nymps of him were ware, with voice aloud they cry'd, And clos'd Diana round about, to hide her Body small; But 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 sight was done. And as he thought from her to 'scape, she brought it so to pass,
Incontinently chang'd 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 overgrown with hair, from feet unto the head; And on his head great horns were set, most wonderous to behold, A huger Hart was never met nor seen upon the Mold; His ears and eyes that were so fair, transformed were full strange, His hands and feet comprised 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 of him his Hounds 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. 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 follow'd him so fast, That running might not him avail, for all his speed and haste: For why, his Hounds would 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 cry'd he to his Hounds, And made unto them rueful moans, with sad lamenting sounds; I have been he which gave you food, wherein I took delight; Therefore suck not your Master's 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 were slain. You Hunters all, that range the Woods, although you rise up rath, Beware you come not nigh the Flood, were Virgins use to bathe: For if Diana you espy, among her Darlings dear, Your former Shape she will disguise, and make you horns to wear. And so I do conclude my Song, having nothing to alledge; If Acteon had Right or Wrong, let als true Virgins judge.
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