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Salmacis
and Hermaphroditus
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Yet still the boy regardlesse what
she sayd,
Struggled apace to ouerswimme the
mayd.
Which when the Nymph perceiu'd,
she 'gan to say,
Struggle thou mayst, but neuer
get away.
So graunt, iust gods, that neuer
day may see
The separation twixt this boy and
mee.
The gods did heare her pray'r and
feele her woe;
And in one body they began to grow.
She felt his youthfull bloud in
euery vaine;
And he felt hers warme his cold
brest againe.
And euer since was womans loue
so blest,
That it will draw bloud from the
strongest brest.
Nor man nor mayd now could they
be esteem'd:
Neither, and either, might they
well be deem'd,
When the young boy Hermaphroditus
sayd,
VVith the set voyce of neither
man nor mayd,
Swift Mercury, thou author
of my life,
And thou my mother Vulcans
louely wife,
Let your poore offsprings latest
breath be blest,
In but obtayning this his last
request,
Grant that who e're heated by Phoebus
beames,
Shall come to coole him in these
siluer streames,
May neuermore a manly shape retaine,
But halfe a virgine may returne
againe.
His parents hark'ned to his last
request,
And with that great power they
the fountaine blest.
And since that time who in that
fountaine swimmes,
A mayden smoothnesse seyzeth halfe
his limmes.
FINIS.
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