IX.
By this the formost melting all in teares,
And rayning downe resolued Pearls in showers,
Gan to approach the place of heauenly Pheares,
And with her weeping, watring all their Bowers,
Throwing sweet Odors on those fading flowers,
At length, she them bespake thus mournfullie.
High Ioue (quoth she) and yee Cælestiall powers,
That here in Judgement sit twixt her and mee,
Now listen (for a while) and iudge with equitie.
X.
Sporting our selues to day, as wee were wont
(I meane, I, Pallas, and the Queene of Loue),
Intending with Diana for to hunt.
On Ida Mountaine top our skill to proue,
A golden Ball was trindled from aboue.
And on the Rinde was writ this Poesie
PVLCHERIMÆ, for which a while we stroue.
Each saying shee was fairest of the three.
When loe a shepheard Swaine not far away we see.
