Albions England Or historicall map of the same island: prosecuted from the liues, actes, and labors of Saturne, Iupiter, Hercules, and Æneas: originalles of the Brutons, and English-men, and occasion of the Brutons their first aryuall in Albion. Continuing the same historie vnto the tribute to the Romaines, entrie of the Saxones, inuasion by the Danes, and conquest by the Normaines. With historicall intermixtures, inuention, and varietie: proffitably, briefly, and pleasantly, performed in verse and prose by William Warner.

CHAP. II.

THE Son had compast all the Signes, & Cybell brought to light Her second Bréed, a smiling boy, & Iupiter he hight: Together with the Quéene of Gods (so Iunos stile wée wright.) The infant smiled at his birth: but Cybell (ioy bereft) And Vesta, whom Vranos had an heauie widdow left, Did both lament: for Saturne wild the new-borne Babe should die, Both to acquit him of his vow, and frustrate Destinie. For at the Oracle he had, his wife a sonne should beare, That should expell him from his Realme: his vow therefore and feare Did hasten on (vnwillinglie) the slaughter of his sonne: For which (his sorrowes graunting spéech) his mone he thus begunne. And want not stately crownes their cares? With pomp haue Princes paine? Ah, die he must, & die he shal, els may not Saturne raine. Yet, might a Septers want suffice, I gladlie would resigne: But sworne by Stix and wreakfull Mars at periuries repine. Then far be it that they repine, least I too late repent: It doubles sinne, if sinne by sinne we practise to preuent. From this time foorth, Melancholy, for Sirname Saturne had: No mirth could wrest from him a smile, ech smile would make him sad. His seruants feare his solome fits, when if they ought recite. Hée either answeres not at all, or from the matter quite. Unpeopled roomes and pathlesse wayes did fit his humour best: And then he sighes, and sheadeth teares when all things els did rest. Who so could cite a Tragedie was formost in his credde: For, balking pleasant companie, on sorowes did hee feede. Death likes him, that mislikes himselfe, in gesture robes and all Hée shewes himselfe like to himelfe▪ and hence it doth befall That men to Melancholie giuen we Saturnists doe ••all. His wife and Sister kissing oft her Nephewe and her sonne, (For shée his Aunt and Mother was) with Vesta seeke to shunne

The voted fathers deadlie doome: to kill so sweet a childe Their eies and verie soules abhorre: who (nothing so vnmilde) doe wéeping kisse his laughing mouth, in minde the Babe to saue: Howbeit feare of Saturns wroth contrarie councell gaue. But when in hast the Babe his heart was sent for by and by, So Saturne wild, so Cybell must, and Vesta not denie▪ It was a woe to heare their woe, and death to see them die. Unhollowed wretch, then Cybell said, in wombe why did I beare This double Burthen? happie Twins, saue that my Twins they are. So that my teeming with these throwes had ending well were I: Or woulde I might not giue them life, that liuing foorthwith dye. Thy Scepter (Saturne) is not worth perfourmance of thy vowe: Thy conscience doth a scruple holde that Goddes nor men alowe. From Gods, from men, from brutish beastes, from nature nought doth gro But fosters what it bringeth foorth: thou onlie doest not so. Thy sonnes alone for slaughters serue, and I meane while their mother Am Saturnes wife, lesse proude of it then that he is my brother. Unhappie Cybell borne to beare, and therefore borne to woe, And fruitlesse fertill to a man that soweth not to moe. Nowe teares had drowned further speech, till shee as one bestrought Did crie that with a knife the Babe should to her bed be brought: My selfe (quoth shée) will bée his death, with whom my selfe will die: For so may Saturne saue and shunne his vow and destenie. But it did Vesta contermaund: yet Saturns will must stande, For Ioue must die, or they not liue. A Damsell there at hand Was then enforst to that charge. Thrice toucht her knife his Skinne, But thrice his smiles did cause her teares: shée fourthlie did beginne: And fourthlie ended as before. Betide me death or life, Liue still (at least for mee) shée saide: and casting downe the knife, Shée kist that swéete and pretie mouth that laughed on her lippes▪ And brings him backe to Cybels bed. Her heart, reuiued, skips, Reuiuing life where reckned death had wrought repentant teares. The father fronted with a guile, at length the damsell beares The infant vnto Oson towne: and in her Ladies name, Intreats Melissus daughters twaine to nourish vp the same. Up to mountaine beare they him, and in a secret Caue

A mountaine Goat did giue him milke, and so his life they saue. His Nourses, sounding Simbals once to drowne the Infants crie. A manie Bées (the Muses birdes) into the Caue did flie, Where making Honnie, Saturnes sonne did long time liue thereby.